#I love the way Nancy smiles bro

[somewillwin]

Them

[louloulemons-posts]

Touchy-Feeley

Steve Harrington X Reader

Summary : Steve’s always touching you, but it’s totally platonic right?

Word count : 1.5k

Warnings : not proofread, pure fluff, idiots in love, pining, petnames, kisses, don’t think there’s any use of Y/N or descriptors of physical features, this was written at 4am lol.

A/N : This is my first fic for Steve! I can’t believe it’s taken me this long, but I saw a tiktok and it inspired this. I hope you enjoy it 🤍

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You and Steve had been best friends for a while now, becoming even closer after everything with the Russians at the mall went down.

You’d met through Robin, she’d dragged you into the back of Scoops begging for you help to figure out the code they’d heard.

Well that ended up in you, Robin, two kids called Dustin and Erica and strangely, king Steve Harrington.

You weren’t his biggest fan in highschool, seeing the way he treated people. People like you and Robin. That night changed everything, the way he kept all of you safe, eventhough he didn’t really know you.

After that you’d become friends, not as close as him and Robin or yourself and her, but friends no the less.

There was something else you’d learned about Steve during this time. He was someone who loved physical touch.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Walking into Family Video you waved over to Robin, “Hey.”

“Hey! Please tell me you bro-” Sliding her lunch across the counter she clasped her hands.

“I love you so much, did you know that?”

“Mhm. I’m using your discount, just so you know,” you spoke and walked away down the aisles to look for a movie or two.

Zoned out whilst you read the back of a case, you jumped when you felt arms wrap around you. “Sorry babe I did call you, but you must’ve not heard me.”

“Hi Steve.”

“Watcha thinking of getting?” he asked, now resting his head on your shoulder. “Not sure, this sounds interesting. It’s called Labyrinth.”

“It’s only been put back out today, it’s meant to be really good.” You hummed in acknowledgement. “Hey maybe we could watch it together?” he suggested.

Tapping your fingers on his hands that were linked around you, “Sure sounds good.”

“Great.”

He let go, but took your hand instantly, pulling you towards the counter. Rubbing his thumb against yours. Things like this had become normal to you now, it was stranger when he didn’t touch you.

Taking the VHS from you, he put it through, putting in his details so you’d get a discount. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Shush. I’ll be watching it too.”

He then pulled out his wallet and put a dollar in the till. “Steve!” you scolded.

“Shush!” Rolling your eyes playfully, you took the movie from him.

“When do you get off?” you asked.

“Like 5, gotta drop Robs home.”

“Do you wanna come over at 6:30 then? Or is that not enough time?”

“No, that’s fine. I’ll bring some snacks.”

“Great, I’ll see you later then.” Giving one last squeeze to your hand, he smiled, “See you.”

Shouting goodbye to Robin, you waved as you headed out. The shorter haired girl appeared in the doorway. Fork in her mouth she mumbled, “You’re so in love with her.”

“Shut up!”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The door knocked just after 6:30, quickly answering it, you smiled. Steve dressed in a yellow sweater, a bag in hand. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you smiled, letting him come in.

“So I brought candy and popcorn, and I thought we could get a pizza?” he said, as he placed the food on your kitchen counter.

“Sounds great. My mom and dad are at some reunion thing so we don’t have to share,” you laughed.

He smiled at that, you laugh. It was the most beautiful sound, making butterflies erupt in his stomach.

He knew you were going to be a big part of his life as soon as he lay his eyes on you. He didn’t think it would be in this way. He was scared of getting hurt in all honesty.

After everything that happened with Nancy, he was happy to be playboy King Steve for a while. But then he saw you smile at Robin as she teased him and Dustin in Pig-Latin and knew it was something more.

“Steve,” you voice snapped him back to reality, “lost you for a second there, you okay?” Your eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Sorry, so do you want to order the pizza now and then watch the movie?” he asked.

You let out a laugh, “That’s what I just asked you, silly boy,” you smiled, shaking your head. “Tell you what, you take the snacks into the living room and I’ll call.”

He nodded, pecking your cheek as he walked past you. He didn’t notice how your cheeks flushed when he did. They always did. He had that affect on you.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

With pizzas half eaten and movie playing, Steve spoke, “Come here,” he said, opening his arms up to you.

You grinned as you leaned into him, arms wrapping around you. “I missed you,” he mumbled into your hair.

“Steve you saw me this morning.”

“Too long!” he groaned.

“Well you’ve got me now,” you said, leaning up to leave a soft peck on the his jaw.

He shivered slightly at the feeling. Your eyes went back to movie, head resting on Steves chest, hearing his heart beat.

He could only hope it wasn’t too loud. He felt like it might explode, the way you kissed him could’ve killed him.

He whispered your name, “Yeah Stevie?” Now that, that could kill him. “Did you ever think we’d end up like this? Me and you?”

“Honestly, no. Not in my wildest dreams would I have imagined myself having a pizza and movie night with King Steve.”

He let out a noise of dislike at the name, “I don’t wanna be like that again.”

“You won’t be. Don’t think me or Robs would let you, or Dustin.”

“Yeah I’m stuck with the nerds now.” Letting out a scoff you pushed up off him, “You’re calling me a nerd?” your eyes were wide, in mock offence.

“Well … yeah a bit.”

“How rude! How am I a nerd?”

“Well you’re the biggest book worm I have ever met, you’re great at all school subjects-”

“Am not!”

“Are too. You love sci-fi, you’re fluent in Pig-Latin out of all things, the list goes on and on babe.”

“You’re horrible to me, you know that?”

“Ah yes, the guy who brought you this movie.”

“Using your discount!”

“How horrible, and got you pizza and snacks.”

“I’m not talking to you anymore,” you said, moving over to the over end of the couch.

“Hey come back!” he laughed, pulling on your ankle.

“No! I’m clearly too nerdy to sit next to the great King Steve,” you huffed, trying to pull out of his grip.

“I’m not King Steve.”

“Who are you then?”

“Just Steve.”

“Just Steve?”

“Mhm, and you’re just you. My favourite nerdy person ever.” You rolled your eyes. “That’s it, I come over. Give you wonderful company, feed you and you call me King Steve and roll your eyes at me.”

He got closer to you, “You called me a nerd!”

“And am I wrong?”

“I … Well if I’m a nerd you are too!”

“No!”

“Steve your best friend is a 14 year old genius.”

“Rude. Also you’re my best friend and so is Robin.”

“So a child nerd, a band nerd and a just me nerd?”

“Exactly!”

“Wow.”

He was now next to you again. “Forgive me,” he said, giving you puppy dog eyes. “Stop it!” You laughed at his pouty face.

“Not until you forgive me, I’ll do anything,” he said, wrapping his arms around you once more. “Please forgive me. You’re my favourite nerd.”

“Let me go!”

“Not until you forgive me.” He squeezed you as you tried to wriggle away. Pulling and pushing him, you were on the end of the couch and almost out of his grip.

That was until you fell on the ground, Steve following after. “Jesus are you okay?” he asked, genuinely concerned, pushing up off you.

Unable to answer as you fell into a fit of giggles, “You’re crazy,” he smiled fondly, leaning over you.

Calming yourself you met his eyes, matching his soft smile. He heart thumped against his chest, while your tummy did somersaults.

Leaning down slowly, as to give you time to stop him, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t.

Soon enough his soft lips met yours, moving together, as if they were made for each other. Your hand went to the base of his neck, playing with the hairs there.

Smiling into the kiss, Steve pulled back, giving you a few more soft pecks. “I wanted to do that for so long,” he whispered.

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Because I didn’t think you liked me like that.”

“Steve have you ever seen me let someone touch me the way you do? Even Robs?”

He tried to recount a time, there’d been one occasion he’d seen Robin hug you and you not squeal pushing her away. The night at Starcourt.

“Oh.”

“Yeah oh. I’m not a touchy-feely person. But for you, I am. I love it.”

“I love it too.”

“Then don’t stop, hold my hand, hug me, kiss me.” He lent down to do just that.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

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[filthgarbage86]

I JUST HAD A THOUGHT

Okay so think about it; I’m sure Eddie doesn’t hang out with a ton of girls, not on purpose, he just mainly hangs out with the hellfire club and his band members.

Then you show up

And you fit right in with everyone. It’s so easy to talk to you since you both have similar interests and you’re very chill about everything. Sure you get excited and into the game play but overall you just like to hang and talk about similar interests! You hang out, listen to music and what not. He loves spending time with you, he feels so relaxed around you.

Maybe a little too relaxed. You don’t mind of course because you know, Eddie is just your friend. He’s made that painfully clear that he just sees you as another one of his guy friends, which is fine.

Then one day, he’s walking around town and he sees you in the video rental store talking to Robin. You guys are going crazy over something and he realizes you’re giggling and there’s something else… he can’t put his finger on it but he knows he’s blushing. He better go say hi and see what’s so funny.

He walks in and Robin greets him half assed as soon as she recognizes who it is and gives him a witty one liner.

“Whatcha guys talking about?”

“Oh Robin was just telling me about the new Tom Cruise movie that just came out. Apparently Nancy is reeeaaalllyyyy into him but he’s not really my type”

He stands there a bit dumbfounded

“You’re… you’re talking about.. Tom cruise? And your type?”

“It sounds silly but Robin says it’s a good movie! Maybe I’ll have to watch and see what Nancy sees in him” you and Robin both laugh at the thought a little bit

Eddie is just staring at you, realizing he’s caught you talking to your friend.. about boys. and he would have this ridiculous epiphany. “You really are a girl”

You stiffen a bit and it doesn’t go unnoticed “Uhh yeah… last time I checked Ed, what have I been this whole time? An alien?” You’re not dumb, again, you know exactly how Eddie saw you but this just drove the knife a bit deeper.

“No that’s not- I didn’t mean- no I just-“

Robin let’s out an exhausted sigh “look dorky ozwad, just because she plays dnd with you and goes to concerts and knows how to hang doesn’t make her any less of a girl. It’s the 80s dude, girls can like fantasy and metal just as much as they like romance”

Eddie stands there dumbfounded, he’d feel like an idiot. He knows it shouldn’t matter and to him it still doesn’t. He just never realized how “bro-y” he had been towards you. And it makes him feel silly. Now everything makes sense as to why he always likes to watch you smile and laugh (he’d do anything to make you laugh) or why he always wants to hang out with you. He likes you. More than just a friend, and not even just because you’re a girl- because you’re YOU. He just forgot that sometimes to get the girl, you have to treat her with a bit more rizz than he would a guy friend.

He’d be standing there an awful long time and your also standing there in silence, blushing profusely at everything that just unfolded. Of course you told Robin about feeling just like another one of his friends which would have been FINE with you.. but it wasn’t really. You wanted him to look at you differently, not entirely, but just enough to see you in a different light.

After that day he does. He notices the way you greet everyone with a bit of a pep to your step. How you always make sure you have a good outfit, even when you’re just lazing about. You always are prepared for every situation, and most of all, he notices every kindness you share to those around you. You’re sweet, you’re nice, and you’re so pretty it’s ridiculous. He’s been so blind this whole time because on top of all that, you go into battle every week during hellfire with no mercy. You go to metal concerts and are in the middle of most mosh pits. You are able to stand your ground in any argument big or small, and you can out do any of the guys in any random prank or dare.

You are perfect to him. He knows this. Now he has to figure out how to make sure YOU know he thinks you’re perfect.

He has no IDEA where to start

“I NEED ADVICE” as he slams the doors to the video rental place, to see not only Robin but also Steve. Perfect.

“Whoa dude okay are you finally ready to listen to other things besides screaming for 10 minutes?”

“For the last time, it is music, and no that’s not what I’m here for” he’d look at Robin and she’d smirk “ahh.. you’re finally here for lady advice I see”

“Lady advice? You? Who’s the lucky gal? Is it y/n? Took you long enough-

“I KNOW I know but I don’t know what to do.”

“Just you know.. treat her like a girl

Robin elbows him “dude, come on, what era are you two from? different wording. Treat her like she’s special. Treat her like you would do anything to make her happy”

“I would do that, but I don’t know HOW that’s why I’m here”

Robin groans “look, you guys hang out ALL the time, SURELY you’ve noticed SOMETHING she wants a guy to do for her”

something a guy could do for her…

—————————————————————

The next morning you’d be making your way to your locker when you notice Eddie is already there.

With his hair pulled back into a low messy bun. And he’s wearing a button up. And he looks like he’s either going to freak any second or faint in the process.

“Good morning Eddie. What’s with the get up? I’ve NEVER seen you this formal… are you wearing cologne?”

“Haha yeah uh- um- I am. I was trying to smell nice compared to the normal weed, beer, and cornflakes-“

“I like your normal smell”

“What? No that’s not- we’ll come back to that” You’ve been there all of 10 seconds and he’d already be flushed. you giggle and only just realize then that he’s holding something behind his back. He pulls out a bouquet of flowers, beautiful and bright

You feel so bad for trying not to laugh. He notices immediately and starts to regret everything. Of course you wouldn’t like this, or him. He puts them away but you’d grab his arm back out and take the flowers, still giggling to yourself

“I’m sorry, sorry, I’m being so incredibly rude. This is VERY sweet of you, but this is SO out of character for you. What’s going on?”

“Well you know.. after the other day with Robin I realized I’ve never really shown you.. how.. I feel about you? And like sure we play dnd together and you come to my concerts and we are together all the time because I love being around you but you.. deserve to be treated like you’re special. Because you are.. to me..”

He wishes the ground could swallow him whole

You look at him with those gentle eyes and you look back at this bouquet he’s brought you and you just smile so big. “Well.. you certainly have made me feel special right now. But next time, just know you do not have to dress up like a job-monkey. I think your jacket is hot enough”

He lights up “really? You like my jacket?”

“Duh. I like everything about you, even the nasty things, and believe me you’ve got those. But I like that you treat me like me. Like a person. Not just a playtoy or separate species. I will admit though, it would be nice if you held my hand or showed any kind of affection”

He’s looking at you dumbfounded. You’d just take it as your cue to grab his hand and start walking towards your English class together. You stop by his locker though so he can change and eventually the two of you are just as you were, but a little bit more. He gets more comfortable with you and eventually everything works out as you planned it- after all, flirting with boys especially Eddie isn’t rocket science.

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Valentine’s Day With Donnie

(rise Donnie x gn reader)

Saint Valentine’s Day: a fickle holiday that celebrates even more fickle emotions, a day that forces the formation of many a precarious bond that statistically would not last

At least, that’s how Donnie saw it for the entirety of his life

Until you came along

Now, don’t get him wrong, he still thinks it’s stupid, but maybe something could be stupid and enjoyable

He means, he enjoys his brothers’ company, right? (/j… maybe /hj)

Either way, for you, he doesn’t mind giving Valentine’s Day a genuine go

So, when you come over on the holiday, Donnie’s ready

“As you know, I think Valentine’s Day is an example of rampant consumerism devouring the meaning behind holidays and people’s wallets, but there is something special about a day in which one can express their admiration for each other.”

“Wait… you got me something?”

“Correction: I made you something.”

The man proceeds to hand you a new phone, the insignia on it implying it was made, or at least modified, by his hand

You’d been complaining mentioning that you needed one that actually works

You smile and thank him eagerly

“It’s fine if you don’t have anything, I wasn’t really expecting-”

“Au contraire, Don, I made you something too!”

He looks baffled for about 20 seconds as you hand him a small gift bag containing red velvet macarons, lavender tea bags, a small, smooth rose quartz, a miniature turtle plushie

“Well, me and Mikey made the macarons together. Gotta give credit where credit is due.”

He barely registers your comment, too absolutely enamored by your consideration of him

Donnie doesn’t know where his mind is at, but it definitely isn’t in this solar system, perhaps not even the surrounding stellar systems

Bottom line, bro’s ecstatic

The huge grin on his face and brightness in his eyes effectively gets his point across

Not only did he give a heartfelt gift, he received one?

Okay, maybe this Valentine’s Day had something to it

Watching rom-coms solely to trash on them is a mandatory tradition

Every other Valentine’s Day he’s spent by his lonesome has mostly consisted of hours of mercilessly ragging on romantic comedies

Yep, definitely just to criticize them

No sadness and/or yearning involved

But now, with your company?

He’s still criticizing the ever-loving heck out of those movies

If you genuinely enjoy rom-coms, be prepared for this little pessimist to rain on your parade, grumbling questions of the logic and flow of the film

However, if you, too, find them stupid, you’ve found yourself the perfect, cynical viewing buddy

“You can tell just from the cinematography of that one guy catching her that he’s the secondary love interest.”

“I swear on Galileo’s heliocentric model itself- how many love interests can one main character have?”

“I think that’s the challenge that was going on in the writer’s room - to see how many variations of a love triangle they could make.”

“The challenge in the writer’s room was that they had too many people slamming on keyboards, yet none of them wrote Shakespeare.”

“Was that an infinite monkey theorem allusion?”

“And a simultaneous dig on the foul writing - zing!”

Following the festivities of movie-binging and gift-giving, he turns to you with a rather uncharacteristic diffidence in his demeanor

Glance askance, slight perspiration on his forehead, fidgeting hands, stammering words

As you start to ask what’s wrong, Donnie quickly, almost unintelligibly so, asks if you want to dance

If you feel so inclined, you nod, take his hand, and offer a dance

If Sinatra is playing (Nancy or Frank or both), you know some slow dancing is going down

Bill Withers or Kitty Kallen, maybe even Dean Martin, something classic, whispering in the background, a hand or two on your hips, yours on his shoulders, chins tucked cozily on the crook of each other’s neck or crown of the head, just the two of you gently swaying together to the rhythm sounds perfect

Normally when he dances, it’s fast-paced boogie or groove (he didn’t get the name Bootyshaker9000 for nothing), but for today, for you, he’ll keep the dancing slow, smooth, sweet

Keeping you close and spending time with you has certainly made this his favorite Valentine’s Day thus far

The macarons you gave him also significantly improved his verdict

(Happy Valentine’s Day gang ‼️ HERE are some accompanying sketches with this!)

[ichorai]

almost (sweet music) ; robin buckley.

track two of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; robin buckley x harrington!f!reader

synopsis ; five instances robin fell in love with you just a bit more.

words ; 3.7k

themes ; fluff, mild angst

warnings / includes ; profanity, reader is steve's sister, mild season four spoilers, brief description of injury, one kiss (!!!), lots of seventies/eighties movies, eddie LIVES bcs fuck the suffer bros, steve being annoying but we love him, it's a gay mess in there folks :D two awkward lovesick lesbians <3

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“Back again, nerd?” your brother called out from behind the counter of Home Video, cocking an eyebrow at you as he splayed his palms over the smooth surface. His elbow knocked against the metal rack of snacks just to the side, brightly-colored boxes of Raisinets and Goobers toppling to the ground. 

Barely holding back a snort, you stuck your tongue out at him. “I’m not helping you pick those up. And I’m not here for you. I finished Footloose, so I’m in the mood for something a bit more on the darker side.”

Steve glared at you as he shuffled around the counter, grumpily picking up the boxes from the floor. “Over there,” he bit out, dumping the Raisinets back on the counter with a derisive huff before using his head to beckon towards the back of the store. “Horrors and thrillers are near the back. Robin’s doing inventory, go ask her what’s available.”

Your heart seemed to crawl into your throat at his words, and you managed a tight nod, swiveling on your heel to make your way to the back.

The store was dimly lit with few overhead lights the color of molten honey, accompanied by the neon red signs littered around the store. Your teeth worried on your bottom lip upon seeing the back of Robin’s head pop up from an aisle over.

“Hey Robin,” you said, which startled a small noise of shock out of her. Her head whipped around, eyes blown wide open. 

“Oh my God, you scared the crap outta me!” she spoke over the shelf of films. “You really know how to sneak up on a person, huh?” 

A wince fell from your lips. “Sorry. Steve told me you could fix me up with a couple watches. Anything with horror or action would be great.”

“Yeah, for sure. We’ve got Terminator, The Exorcist, Scarface, Star Wars, Jaws, Mad Max, Nightmare on Elm Street… any of those seem interesting? I personally recommend the last one if you’re in for a good spook. Plus Nancy Thompson in that movie is super—” She abruptly paused in her words, staring at you with owlish eyes. 

You tilted your head. “Super…?”

Scratching the back of her neck, she slowly winced out, “Super, uh, cool. Love her character.” She fumbled for a moment on her side before handing the movie’s sleeve to you over the aisle. 

A gentle smile graced the corner of your lips as you observed the cover art. “I’ll let you know what I think.”

“Yeah!” she blurted out, a bit louder than she meant to be. Rouge dusted over the freckles on her cheeks. She started walking around the aisle to make her way over to you, another movie clutched between her fingers. Before she could even think to stop herself, the words were already tumbling from her mouth, “I mean it doesn’t have much action or horror but one of my favorites is this one called E.T. You should totally watch it, one of my all-time favorites now. I know it seems absurd, your brother tells me I’m a lunatic, but I believe UFOs a hundred percent exist. The universe is just so big, you know? There’s gotta be aliens somewhere out there. Now, I’m not completely bonkers, I don’t believe in stuff like the Jersey Devil—though I’m on the fence with Bigfoot. Big hairy ape-like creatures living in the mountains doesn’t seem too absurd, right? Oh God, I’m talking too much. Am I talking too much? I should shut up. God, this is so embarrassing. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m saying all this.”

You stood there, smile just about permanently etched into your lips as you listened to her endearing rambles. “No, no, it’s nice,” you said quietly, a stark juxtaposition to her lively chatter. “I like hearing you talk. It’s very insightful.”

The genuine surprise that flooded Robin’s features made your heart break just slightly. How many times has she been told to be quiet and keep her thoughts to herself? You gently took the second movie from her, your fingertips grazing her own.

A quiet, awkward silence filled the space between you, and you scuffed your shoe against the wooden floors before jerking your head to Steve trying to balance a pencil between his nose and mouth. “Thanks for the recommendations, Robin. I’m sure I’ll love them. Make sure my brother doesn’t torture some poor girl into going on a date with him.”

A chuckle bubbled in her throat. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure he’s hit a decade-long dry spell—and believe me, celibacy makes him very cranky. I can assure you, that is not fun to deal with.” Robin paused for a moment when you started cracking up with laughter, her stomach squirming with glee. “See you later! Or, maybe not. I hope I do. But if I don’t, that’s fine too, I—I’m doing it again. Shit.”

You wrinkled your nose in amusement, and Robin felt like she was going to spontaneously combust into flames. Did you have to be so cute? 

“I’ll definitely be back sometime soon. See you later!” you said before turning on your heel. Pausing at the end of the aisle, you looked over your shoulder one last time. “Oh, and, for the record, I think you’re right. Our universe is way too big for there not to be any aliens.”

With that, you strode out of the store, flipping Steve the middle finger and high-fiving Dustin who was just making his way inside. 

Robin’s feet were planted to the same spot, her eyes fixated on nothing in particular as she replayed your conversation in her head over and over again. A silly smile had plastered itself over her mouth. 

Shit. This wasn’t good. She wasn’t into her best friend’s sibling, was she? No, that was just absurd. 

You did have a really pretty smile, though.

The Harrington’s doorbell trilled faintly when Robin pressed her finger on the round button. Not even a full second passed by before she pushed on it twice more, tapping her foot against the welcome mat with impatience. Absent-mindedly, she tucked a strand of her short, mousy hair behind her ear—it’d recently been trimmed; partially due to the heat of summer approaching, and partially because Robin knew she’d get back into the nervous habit of chewing on her hair if it got too long.

Finally, the door swung open.

But it wasn’t Steve who greeted her, it was you.

You, with that curious smile Robin had grown so fond of. You, with your multi-hued checkered button down that was far too large for you. You, with a birthmark she’d never noticed before just beside the corner of your eye that Robin wanted to kiss so very badly—

“Hi, Robin,” you said, effectively snapping her out of her reverie. “Are you here for my brother?”

It took her a good second to swallow down the lump in her throat and croak out, “Yeah! Yeah, is he here? See, we’re supposed to go to the arcade today but he told me the arcade isn’t a fun place to hang out anymore, which he only says because I absolutely demolish him in every game we play. So, I’m not so sure, we might be going somewhere else. I’m running my mouth again, aren’t I?”

“It’s fine,” you waved her off with an easy shrug before she could apologize. “I finished Nightmare on Elm Street, by the way. It was really fun! And you were right, Nancy Thompson is super cool in this one. The actress is gorgeous.”

You felt a sudden scuff on your shoulder, Steve’s face appearing only inches away from yours, twisted into a sneer. “Who’s gorgeous? Me?”

“Get off me,” you barked lowly, shoving him away with a palm flat against his cheek. “And none of your business.”

Steve reached over to muss your hair, and you fruitlessly attempted to duck out of his reach, but his damned long arms managed to twist you over and rub his fist over the crown of your head. “Stop, you’re such an ass!” you hissed out, grabbing his thumb to bite down on it. 

Robin watched with amusement as Steve yowled out a string of profanities, jumping back and wiping his finger down his jacket. He glanced over at her before saying, “You know, Y/N has a bunch of posters of actresses she likes. One of Jessica Lange, another of… Jennifer Beals, was it? Oh, and one of Carrie Fisher in that Star Wars movie! In a bikini.”

Eyebrows raised in surprise, Robin swiveled her gaze to you just in time to see your scowl deepen, fist colliding with Steve’s bicep with a satisfying smack. “Shut up, you dickhead! Oh my God!” 

You threw your hands up in exasperation, briefly shooting Robin an apologetic look before swiveling on your heel and storming away.

“Bye, Y/N!” Robin called over Steve’s cackling shoulder. “That was uncalled for,” she said to her friend, who had righted himself whilst swinging the car keys around his pointer finger. “Great taste in actresses, though.”

Mirth danced in Steve’s eyes. He unlocked his car, clambering into the driver’s seat. “You have my approval, by the way,” he commented as soon as Robin swung in. 

The brunette quirked an eyebrow upwards with confusion. “Huh? Approval for what?”

Steve snorted. “If you wanna date Y/N, you have my approval. I say go for it.”

Uncharacteristically, Robin stayed quiet, her mind moving a million miles a minute. If Steve looked over, he probably would’ve seen steam coming out of her ears.

“It’s clear she’s into boobies, too.”

Robin’s heart lurched into her throat. Hollowing her cheeks for a moment, she leaned back into the carseat and shot him a half-hearted glare.

“God, Steve, don’t say boobies!”

A gush of cold air from inside Family Video greeted you as you pushed open the glass door, sheepishly grinning when Robin’s head snapped upwards, a surprised grin flourishing over her face.

“Hey, Y/N! How may I assist you on this fine day?” 

You leaned over the counter and slid E.T. towards her. For a second, Robin seemed mortified, carefully studying your expression for any sign of aversion to the film.

“I liked it,” you reassured her, smoothing your hands down your shirt, exhaling a shallow breath. Damn it, you couldn’t remember the last time you were this nervous. “I was hoping you could recommend something similar! Turns out I’m more into sci-fi than I thought. I never really explored the genre outside of Star Wars, to be honest.”

“Of course!” Robin twisted to snatch a long sheet of laminated paper. “This is a catalogue of all the films we got in here. Pretty stacked—listed in alphabetical order, and the genres are color-coded. Blue for science fiction… right there. I mean, I’d personally recommend Westworld and Alien. Those are classics you can’t miss out on.”

The way your eyes widened as you peered over the list, accompanied by your slightly-parted lips and your nearly intoxicating citrus-scented perfume made Robin’s head spin in the best of ways. Subconsciously, she leaned over closer, the sleeve of her striped tee brushing your arm. 

“I’ve heard Westworld is really good,” you said, looking upwards, mildly surprised to see Robin’s face only inches away from yours. Blinking, you managed a nervous smile before continuing, “Would you, uhm, be willing to rewatch it?”

Robin’s eyebrows inched closer to her hairline in thought. “Westworld? Yeah, I haven’t watched it in a long while. Would be nice to revisit.” 

“Sorry, let me rephrase.” You internally cursed when your voice cracked, and you straightened your spine before stiffly asking, “Would you be willing to rewatch it… with me?”

It took around ten seconds for Robin’s malfunctioning brain to piece together the implications of your original question and it dawned on her that you were asking her out. You were asking her out.

Holy fucking shit.

“Yes!” she blurted out, leaning even closer in her fervor. This close, she could see the tint of your shiny lip gloss, the roiling hues of your eyes, the small, faded scar on the side of your jaw. You were whittled from pure angel’s light, she was nearly sure of it—clementine in aroma, tangerine in joy, marigold in joy. Robin wanted all of you.

The softest of beams canvased itself across your visage. “Perfect. How does this weekend at my place sound?”

“Perfect,” Robin breathily parroted. God, she wanted to kiss you so very badly. “Even if I had plans, I’d cancel ‘em just for this. There’s no way I’m missing out on rewatching Westworld. Nothing like gun-slinging robot cowboys to kick off the weekend. What should I bring?”

You puckered your lips to the side in thought. “Just you,” you said after a short moment, so quiet that it just barely bordered on whispering. 

Her mouth twitched upwards in amusement, mirth dancing amongst the sapphire of her bright irises. “That, I can do.”

“So remind me what we’re making again?” Robin asked as she pushed the cart along.

Your fingers skimmed along the shelves, muttering the labels under your breath until you abruptly stopped. “Molotov cocktails. They’re easy to make, and can do a lot of damage in a short amount of time—let’s just hope Vecna isn’t fireproof. Here, we’re gonna need around four of these jugs of kerosene. Actually, make it five. A little extra won’t hurt.”

Robin helped you load the cart, her eyes trained on you as you pulled out a crumpled list of ingredients from your pocket. “So what’s all this kerosene for?”

“It’s highly flammable—so we’re filling up as many fragile bottles as we can and sticking rags into ‘em to light up when the time comes. Gotta be careful with this stuff though, if it gets too hot, it might just catch on fire and our supply would dry out.”

 “Right,” Robin piped up, following after you with a dazed smile. “You’re really smart, you know that?”

For a second, you froze in place, heat flourishing over your cheeks. “Thanks,” you grunted out, pointedly avoiding her gaze so she wouldn’t see your evidently flustered features.

The two of you left the store hurriedly once Nancy spotted Jason by the gun rack. Nearly half an hour later, you were outside the RV with your brother and Robin, filling the umpteenth bottle with kerosene. Your nerves were practically alight on fire, anxiety clawing away at your insides at the prospect of coming face to face with Vecna—but you managed not to break down into a panicked mess. It was the last thing any of you needed right now.

“I gotta go take a leak,” Steve announced unceremoniously as he hefted himself onto his feet, glancing down at the two of you. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

As he trudged away, you could feel Robin’s eyes shift back onto you. “Y’know, I usually consider myself to be more of a glass half-full kind of person. But…” she bit down on her tongue, forcing her gaze away when you quirked an eyebrow at her.

“But…?”

“I don’t know, I just… I don’t know if we’re going to make it out of this one.”

You tightly pursed your lips at her words, setting down an almost-empty jug of kerosene onto the grass. Boldly, you moved your hands to shift on top of Robin’s knuckles, your thumbs stroking comforting circles into her skin.

“Look, I’m not very good at comforting people—that’s honestly more of Steve’s thing, so bear with me here. Even if this is gonna be the end of the world… I’m glad I’m gonna be by your side when it happens. Besides,” you added, shrugging just slightly with a mild smile twitching at the corner of your mouth, “I always imagined the end of the world to include an alien invasion of some sorts so… I guess this is something of an upgrade.”

An amused snort erupted from Robin and she tossed her head back to laugh full-bellied chuckles. You slipped your hands away from hers so you could get back to work. “It’s a shame we never got around to watching Westworld. A lot’s happened since then, huh? Feels like that was years ago.”

A twinge of sadness splayed over your chest. “Yeah,” you breathed out.

“Would’ve loved to go to England or something before I died,” she hummed absentmindedly as she grabbed another rag to stuff into the glass bottle. “Maybe Greece. Oh, Japan! There’s so many places I’d love to visit. What about you? Do you have any dream destinations?”

“I’d love to go to New Zealand,” you postulated, unscrewing the cap of another kerosene jug.

“Yeah?” asked Robin with a curious lilt to her tone.

You bobbed your head once. “Yeah. It’s quiet there… tucked away at the corner of the world. Away from everything. Gorgeous scenery, too.”

“That does sound nice,” she said, chewing on her bottom lip in thought. “Don’t think I’d have any money for those trips though—at least not if I decide to keep working at Home Video for the rest of my life.”

“I like that you work there,” you put forth without thinking. “Movies made a good reason for me to come and talk to you.”

The grin that flourished over her lips made your stomach turn over with nerves. “You know, in the beginning, I thought you hated me. You’d never talk to me whenever I came over.”

“I was intimidated,” you admitted, wrinkling your nose at the memory. “You were a pretty girl that was friends with Steve. I think I just assumed the worst.”

“Your brother’s a good friend.” She took extra care to emphasize that last word. “But you? Unclear. I mean, it’s totally okay for it to be unclear right now. Besides, it’s not really the time to—”

“It doesn’t have to be unclear,” you interrupted a second too quickly, before wincing at your initial vigor. 

Surprise painted itself crimson over the freckled canvas of her face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you murmured, sending her a shy smile.

Robin could only beam back dopily, muttering out a dazed, “Cool. Cool, cool, cool,” beneath her breath. Then, she tacked on, “I really, really like you. If that wasn’t clear yet.”

 Before you could vocalize your reciprocation, Steve rounded the corner of the RV, throwing his hands up into the air and exclaiming in exasperation, “Finally! Took the two of you long enough. Jesus, I thought I’d have to lock you guys in a room together or something.”

Hawkins High was transformed into a makeshift shelter after the ‘earthquake’ that Vecna caused. You were hunched over on a medical stretcher, head throbbing from the healing gash on the side of your head. The memory of dried crimson caking the expanse of your cheek lingered in the back of your mind—you had used an alcohol wipe to gently clean the wound, tears stinging the corner of your eyes from the burn. There was also a temporary brace fixed over your badly sprained ankle—an injury you acquired when hacking away at the tentacle-like vines suffocating you and your friends.

Despite your battered state, you still tried helping out, sorting through a couple boxes of clothes beside your brother, who wore an expression of clear concern, constantly mother-henning you into taking a break when that was the very last thing you wanted. 

“Okay, okay, you can sort through these,” Steve relented, rolling his eyes with an exasperated huff. “But you stay sitting. You hear me?”

“Fine!” you snapped back, before biting down on your tongue and shaking your head. “Thanks, Steve.”

Your older brother shot you an indiscernible look, before bending down at the waist and planting a firm kiss onto the top of your head, mussing your hair slightly when he righted himself back up.

The sound of Robin’s voice appearing by your side made a startled noise fall from your throat. “Hey, guys!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” Steve asked, using his head to beckon to the empty food station.

Faint pink canvassed over Robin’s freckled cheeks. “Yeah, I’m just taking a five minute break—I’ve made enough PB and J sandwiches to last a lifetime. Maybe you should go on a break, too.” She glared at him pointedly, clearing her throat whilst using her eyes to gesture to Dustin and Eddie at the other end of the school gym.

Steve wrinkled his nose. “Just say you want to be alone with my sister and go! Jeez, you don’t need to be so cryptic.” The two of you snickered as he grumbled under his breath, folding up the last in his box before clapping Robin on the shoulder and heading off to Dustin, who beckoned him over with a wide grin.

“You alright?” Robin asked, voice suddenly far more tender, gazing across your tired features with a tender expression. “How’s the foot? And the head? Man, you really… really took a beating there, huh? I have to admit, I was genuinely scared that was the last time I’d see you.”

 “I’m okay, I think,” you admitted, shifting slightly so she could sit beside you on the edge of the bleachers with a pained grunt. Robin took a seat, her arm pressed right against yours. She was warm, so very warm, and your sleepy eyes grew hooded with exhaust. “Considering we all almost died.”

A comfortable silence stretched over the two of you, a blanket of security and trust, unspoken feelings.

“I never got to say it,” you mumbled drowsily, the uninjured side of your head dropping to rest onto her shoulder. Robin’s arm went around your back, clutching you to her side with a pleasant hum. She couldn’t help but notice just how nicely you fit against her. “I really, really like you, too.”

Your head lifted just for a moment to get a good look at her expression, which had gotten considerably softer, her bright eyes flickering down to glance at your lips for a moment. You dipped your head once as if to give her the green light—that you wanted her to kiss you.

And she did.

The kiss wasn’t like how they described kisses to be in the movies. There were no fireworks, no explosive passion, no feverish desperation. Only bumping noses and gentle smiles. And it was utterly perfect.

[cosmicanamnesis]

everybody loves a coffeeshop au pt. 3

[part 1] [part 2] [part 4] [read on ao3]

October 11th

"I have returned with spoils!" Eddie announced, carefully pulling the door of the tattoo parlor open as he balanced six drinks in his arms, using his chin to keep them from moving around too much. He was immediately rushed by the receptionist, Barb, who held the door open and took the top drink carrier from him to lighten the load. "Thanks, B."

"No problem," she smiled. 

"One of those is yours," Eddie nodded as they set all the drinks on the front desk.

"The one with the teabag in it?"

"Oh, I would imagine," Eddie grabbed the large latte and moved it over to the other drink carrier to run everyone else their drinks.

"Ed-man! Thanks bro, sorry to make you do the caffeine run again," Argyle, his boss, yelled as Eddie made his rounds.

"Hey, it's no problem. I gotta do something while I'm here," Eddie dispersed the drinks to everyone, giving Argyle his weird fancy latte thing first.

He'd been officially working with the Three of Cups crew for all of nine and a half hours and he'd already done the coffee run twice. He was newer than their other apprentice, whom he had apparently relieved of this particular duty.

Yesterday it was whatever, he expected to be doing menial work before he actually got to learn or practice anything. Today was… different.

"Hey, Barb, question," Eddie said, sliding back up to the front desk and pulling his hot chocolate out of the carrier. 

"Hm?" Barb hummed, sipping her drink.

"The baristas at the Waystation. You know any of them?"

"Not personally. Why?" Eddie leaned against the desk and sipped his hot chocolate. It tasted better yesterday. "Eddie, you're blushing."

"Hm? Am I?" Eddie felt his cheeks with the back of his hand. Sure enough, his face was very warm. Barb laughed.

"Is there a cute barista over there or something?" she giggled.

"Yeah… Or something." This time Eddie could feel his face flush. 

"What's her name?"

"His name, um… Oh my god, I don't know. I didn't catch it." 

"Well," Barb said, laughing hard. "I'm sure they'll send you back out tomorrow."

Eddie looked forward to the caffeine run every single day after that.

October 15th

"His name is Steve," Eddie said as Barb held the door open for him.

"Steve, huh? That's a pretty boring name for the alleged single prettiest man you've ever seen," Barb said, putting air quotes around the last part.

"God, he's so hot, B." They had started developing a regular dance with the coffee order, Eddie going around delivering drinks to their owners and coming back up to the desk to gossip with Barb for a minute. This time, she was on the phone when he got back up to the front.

"Yep, you are all confirmed. Ah huh. Yup, no problem. Mhm, bye." She hung up the phone and turned to Eddie, pushing her glasses up. "Okay, I'll bite. Describe him."

"I'll do you one better," Eddie smiled, digging his phone out of his pocket. He fiddled with it for a minute and passed it to her.

"Eddie,” she scolded, taking his phone. “You snuck a pic- oh my god."

"Right?"

"No. Oh my god. Eddie, do you know his last name?"

"Are you kidding? I barely know his first name."

"Fair. But I'm pretty sure this is Nancy's high school ex."

"You're fucking joking. No way."

"I promise you I would not lie about this. Hang on. Send me this picture, I'll ask her."

Eddie hadn't met Nancy yet, but he'd heard about her. She was Argyle's boyfriend's other partner, and she and Argyle were "the very best of bros" according to him. Barb was Nancy's… Something. Eddie wasn't sure, given the situation, if they were romantically involved or just long-time best friends, and he didn't feel like he was in a position to ask. Either way, it was this game of relationship telephone that had Barb working as the receptionist at Argyle's tattoo parlor.

He did as she asked and sent her the picture of Steve. It was a nice picture, Eddie had to admit. He wasn't a photographer by any means, but it was a clear side profile of Steve prepping espresso shots. It was probably the nicest picture he'd ever taken of anyone.

Barb, still staring at her phone, started tapping the desk to get his attention.

"I knew it! She says yes, that's Steve and yes, he's bisexual so go ahead and shoot your shot."

Eddie almost choked on his hot chocolate.

"Woah, B, I think you might both be jumping the gun there," he said, clearing his throat. Barb set her phone down and looked at him incredulously.

"Please, Eddie, you practically had hearts in your eyes when you came in." 

"I- I did not," Eddie stuttered, face growing warmer with every passing second. Barb was just staring at him, one eyebrow cocked.

"Okay, Eddie, sure."

November 18th

"I literally have no idea what's happening." Eddie had done the coffee run basically every day for a month and every signal he got from Steve was contradictory to the last. 

"Do tell," Barb asked. Nancy was standing behind the desk with her today, just visiting. Eddie had met both her and Jonathan a few times by this point, and god he was glad she was there today.

"I don't get it. He is always the one taking our order. And I keep thinking I catch him looking at me, but he never says anything! And I think he might be dating one of his coworkers? They're like, weirdly friendly with each other. But then he smiles at me like… I dunno. And sometimes he'll grab the door for me if they aren't busy… Nance. Level with me. What the fuck is he doing?"

"Well," Nancy laughed. "I'm pretty sure he isn't dating anybody right now, but I haven't actually talked to him myself in years so I could be wrong. If he's flirting with you, he's being very subtle… Maybe he's worried that you're straight! It's not like you go around waving a pride flag or anything."

Eddie thought for a minute, holding his cup to his lips but not actually drinking from it.

"I mean, okay, that's fair. What do I do? Barb, how can I make myself look more gay?"

Barb stared at him for a long moment, flicking her gaze over all of him that she could see from her side of the reception desk.

"Hang on," she said, getting up and sliding past Nancy, heading back to the break room. Eddie and Nancy shared a moment of confusion while Barb was gone. She came back a minute later and walked right up to Eddie, pinning something to his vest.

"Oh, yeah, that might do it," Nancy nodded.

"What? What did you just put on me?" Eddie pulled at his vest, looking for the new pin.

"Pronoun pin," Barb said, tapping on it. Sure enough, there was a small red button with He/Him in white lettering sitting amongst the rest of his collection.

"Why did you have this?" Eddie laughed.

"I volunteer at the Pride center at the college. I've got every pronoun you've ever heard of and probably some you haven't on a pin in my backpack."

"Huh. Alright."

"It might take a while for him to notice," Nancy warned. "If he really has been checking you out, maybe sooner rather than later, but be patient with him. He had a couple concussions in high school."

"A couple?"

"Yeah. Sports, and he got into a lot of fights."

"Lost a lot of fights," Barb corrected.

"I mean. I think he won… one or two, maybe, but yeah."

It took almost no time at all, in fact, for Steve to notice the pin. A few days later, the next time Eddie's coffee run overlapped with Steve's shift, he caught Steve's eyes flick down to the pins on his chest while he dropped his change in the tip jar. Eddie tried to flash him his sweetest smile, but he wasn't exactly a naturally charming guy. Nevertheless, even though Steve kept up his streak of not saying anything, he could barely keep his eyes off Eddie to the point that he nearly burned himself cleaning the steam wand. Eddie politely pretended he didn't just watch the whole thing happen. 

December 3rd

"He talked to me," Eddie said, almost shaking with excitement but determined not to drop anything.

"Oh yeah?" Barb smiled as they went through the routine.

"Yeah! Is it supposed to snow today?"

"What?"

"I- Okay, I promise it's related, hang on." Eddie had never handed everyone their drinks so fast. "I don't know what version of Steve Harrington you guys knew in school, but this Steve is kind of a dork."

"You say with all the love in your heart, I'm sure," Barb smiled, leaning back in her chair as Eddie came around to stand behind the desk with her. "I just checked. Yes, it's supposed to snow, but not till tonight."

"Steve says sooner."

"What, does he dabble in meteorology or something now?" Barb chuckled.

"Nah, he just asked if it was snowing yet because I guess all the early bird old people with trick knees have been bitching all morning."

"He talked to you… About the weather?"

"Yeah, see? Dork! But it was like, a whole conversation, and he started it!"

“Alright, a win is a win I suppose,” Barb shrugged as the phone began to ring. Eddie took that as his cue to actually go do his job.

About half an hour later, Barb spun around in her chair and yelled at him to get his attention.

"What?" Eddie looked up at her. She smiled, pointing out the front window as fat snowflakes started lazily drifting down.

"Snowing," she added, in case he didn't get the message.

"Well, I'll be damned…"

After that, making small talk with Steve seemed easier. It was never anything serious, always "how's your day" and such, but they were talking. To Eddie, talking to Steve felt as natural as breathing. It never felt awkward or embarrassing. Something about him just drew Eddie in. Steve has that effect on people, Nancy assured him.

December 15th

"Dude, I swear on my mother, if you don't ask him out, I will do it for you."

Eddie was lying on Gareth's bedroom floor telling him for the hundredth time about his crush on his regular barista. Gareth was sitting on his bed, trying in vain to do homework.

"It's not that simp-"

"Oh, shut the fuck up with the it's not that simple crap! It really is that simple! Give him your number, say you wanna hang out!"

"Oh, and what, bring him back to my house so Wayne can scare him off?"

"I don't know, go see a movie or something! Jesus, Ed, it's like you've never dated anyone before."

"I've never been the one doing the asking, no!"

"Oh my god you're gonna give me an aneurysm."

December 30th, Morning

Okay. This was it. Today was the day. He had a plan. He was gonna give Steve his number and invite him to the party. Easy peasy. Nothing was going to stop him.

Except Steve not being there.

Well, shit.

"How'd it go?" Barb asked, already at the door.

"It didn't," Eddie grumbled.

"What do you mean?"

"He wasn't there."

"What? Why? He's normally there on-"

"Yeah, B, I know. He wasn't there."

"I wonder if he's sick?"

"He seemed fine yesterday… Oh, great, thanks Barb, now I'm worried something happened to him."

"Sorry," Barb gave him a sympathetic smile and sipped her drink.

Eddie did his best to combat any anxious thoughts that came up during his shift and go about his day as normal.

"Eddie!" Barb yelled, almost a moment too late as Steve walked past the shop about halfway through Eddie's shift. 

When Eddie looked up, Steve was backtracking, looking in the window directly at him. He flashed Eddie a smile that made his heart skip and waved before going, presumably, to the Waystation.

"Argyle, can I-"

"Hit him with your best shot, lover boy," Argyle said, holding a thumbs up to him from across the room, not looking away from the client in his chair. Eddie bolted immediately, grabbing his coat out of the back and rushing out the door.

He stopped just out of view of the coffee shop to steady his breathing. This was it. It had to be. 

Alright, Munson, go time.

And oh god he actually flirted a little bit on purpose. Success.

Except, no. He was halfway back to the Three of Cups when he realized he forgot what he originally went in for. Shit. 

When he finally got back to the tattoo parlor, he pressed his back to the front door, counting his breaths. Barb raised her eyebrows at him. He couldn't help it, he broke out into a grin that made his cheeks hurt and nodded at her, their silent conversation probably confusing the hell out of the clients waiting in the lobby.

He checked his phone once he'd shed his coat in the break room and found a text from an unknown number. He texted back right away and saved the contact.

my coffee guy<3

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appreciating all the love, guys <3 i am accepting title suggestions somebody please help (this will go up on ao3 once i have a name for it lmao sorry)

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[jonathanbiers]

A sober Argyle holding a drunk Steve's hand to guide him out to his van after a get together in Nancy's basement (Robin stays behind to spend the night). Steve is giggling to himself and swinging their arms as they walk, Argyle smiles and swings along until they get to the van parked at the end of the driveway. "Now lets get you home" "Noooo! Don't let go of my handddd" "I have to drive bro" "It's okay I'll use my other hand to help steer" "No can do" Steve pouts, and they both get into the van. "Can I hold you arm instead?" "Sure man" Argyle replies thinking Steve will hold a hand on his arm as he drives but Steve hugs Argyle's arm close, nuzzling his face into his bicep. "That makes it more difficult to drive my dude" "Then we can stay here! And you can let me hold your hand longer instead" "Okay but only for five more minutes."

"It's been five minutes."

A smile tugs at Argyle's lips even as he leans over the center console of his van, posture contorted uncomfortably so that Steve can cling to his arm from the passenger seat. His arm is starting to lose feeling, a pins and needles sensation creeping into his fingertips, and Steve doesn't move. "Dude. You asleep?" he asks, voice softer. It would be convenient if he were—Argyle could (carefully) get his arm back and drive Steve home, so he could sleep off the alcohol tucked into his bed.

"Mm-mm," he hears Steve's voice muffled into the sleeve of his shirt.

"Okay, well, my hand is falling asleep, and we need to get you into bed."

Argyle's eyes follow Steve in the dimness. The light from the Wheelers' porch provides just enough to make out his features, but he doesn't have to see to know the pout on Steve's lips; he can hear it in the huffy exhale against his skin, can feel it when Steve turns his head to press his lips to Argyle's arm where his sleeve ends. "Five more minutes?"

"Babe." Argyle almost wants to roll his eyes, but he can't help but find Steve's antics endearing. They haven't been together more than a couple months, but he's noticed the reluctance to let go at the end of a hug, the fidgeting when they haven't touched for a few minutes. He can tell Steve has been keeping his clinginess reigned in; he's only afforded glimpses of it when Steve is very drunk, very sleepy, or very satisfied. He loves it, though, loves the way Steve wraps himself around him like a vine, the way he clings so close in those moments where he lets his guard down. He wants more than anything to show Steve he can let his guard down with him all the time; that he's safe with him.

Argyle flexes the fingers of his right hand, trying to work some of the feeling back into them while Steve keeps his arm in a vice grip. "Hey, what about this? I get us home, and I can hold you all night, yeah? Doesn't that sound so much better?"

At first, he can't tell if the reason Steve falls quiet is because he's considering or outright ignoring his offer, but he does finally let go of Argyle's arm—only to climb out of his chair, clamber across the center console and scramble his way into Argyle's lap. His ass knocks against the steering wheel in the process, the van's horn making both of them jump, but Argyle wraps his arms around his waist and maneuvers him so that they both fit in the small space.

"Or," Steve says, the slightest slur to his voice yet another reminder that he's absolutely plastered. He's got his face buried in Argyle's neck in no time, pressing sloppy kisses into his skin. "You, me, back of this van, whaddaya think?"

Argyle lets out a soft sigh, a hand on Steve's cheek to redirect him. He presses a brief, chaste kiss to his lips, holding Steve's face with both hands when he tries to chase after him for more. "I think I'm gonna take you home and get you in bed, to sleep." He can see Steve's pout clearly this time, and moves one of his thumbs to trace over his bottom lip. He's so irreversibly gone for this boy at this point, it's almost concerning.

Steve doesn't press the matter further, though he does make a show of his shoulders deflating when he says, "Fine. I wanna be the big spoon this time, though."

"Of course," Argyle agrees, knowing full well that what Steve really loves most is to be held. It works out perfectly—what Argyle loves most is getting to be the one to hold him. Still, sometimes Steve insists on having it be the other way around, only to wake up with his head pillowed on Argyle's chest anyway. "Anything for you."

They make a compromise: Steve doesn't hang onto his entire arm while he drives, but Argyle does have to keep his hand on Steve's thigh almost the entire way. It's only fair.

And if Steve hums happily when Argyle climbs into bed behind him and pulls him flush against his front, he doesn't see a reason to point it out. He's happy enough just to have the fortunate luck of knowing Steve is his. Knowing the oversized shirts filtering into Steve's wardrobe were stolen from his closet, the string bracelets on his wrist were made by his hands.

[lovebillyhargrove]

Part 2 of Billy hates Health

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"Who THE FUCK put a fucking dildo in my locker ??"

Hargrove's voice is booming in the school hallway. It's between angry and .. what is it, amused ? Why is it fucking amused ?

Billy's turning away from the locker to scan the faces of those who happen to be around. People have heard the question. There are faint gasps and surprised giggles spreading across the hallway. Harrington pretends to be digging in his own locker searching for a book, although he's dying to see Billy's face right now. How pissed is he exactly? Or better yet, how embarrassed ? He can't look now though, not that fast at least, or he'll betray himself right away.

Some guys are gathering around Hargrove to take a look, and Tommy is of course the first one to put his nose inside Billy's locker

He's whistling

"Looks like you got yourself a secret admirer, man."

Carol is snickering and all the guys start laughing and whooping loudly, girls just hiding shocked giggles in their palms.

Steve thinks it's safe to watch the show unfold now. However, he quickly becomes disappointed.

Because that's definitely not the result he wished for.

Hargrove doesn't look embarrassed at all, what the hell. The motherfucker is grinning, like life has just got so much more interesting. He takes out a box with an average-size skin coloured dildo and raises it above his head for everyone to get a better view.

"Oh look, there's a bow wrapped around it!" Carol, Tina, Vicky and other girls are close to being hysterical now

"Didn't know this school had welcome gifts for newcomers. Not bad, Hawkins High, not bad at all."

"Why would anyone .. how would you even use it ..?" Carol's curious, for fuck's sake, Carol is blushing but Hargrove just looks entertained

"You're asking very good questions. Let me just .."

Billy bends and whispers something in Carol's ear while she covers her mouth in utter delight, eyes getting bigger and more illuminated

"Easy, bro!" Tommy is playfully shoving him away

"That's my girlfriend. Hands off." Carol looks intrigued and excited and not like she minds Billy whispering obscenities to her

"Sorry, man. My bad." Hargrove raises his hands in the air as if apologizing. He's still holding the box in one hand and throwing the other one around Tommy's shoulder, talking low so that only he and his significant other can hear him

"Maybe you and Carol can have some fun with that thing? I bet you can't get something like that around Hawkins. Someone must've put real effort into it."

Carol scrunches her nose in eager disgust, and Tommy looks interested but shakes his head, laughing

Billy looks around until his eyes lock with Steve's.

"Yo Harrington! Any idea how it got into my locker, man?"

Steve is shrugging his shoulders, lips curved in a mocking smile

"Nah."

Harrington can see that Billy wants to say some more but restrains himself

"I'll just keep it here in case anyone needs it .. for some fun and games."

There's a teacher turning the corner and walking towards the loud gathering of teens

The crowd disperses, Hargrove bangs his locker closed, people still laughing and joking about the whole thing

Nancy comes back from the bathroom

"What happened here?" She takes Steve by the hand.

"Ugh, nothing. That new guy just wants attention, as always."

"Let's get to class."

"Sure." Steve kisses his girlfriend's cheek.

"You seen it, man? The fucking sex toy??" Tommy is going to talk about it for a week.

Nancy speeds up and Steve has to follow.

Damn it. Fucking damn it! That is not the outcome Steve was hoping to achieve. He wanted to see Hargrove's face turn red, wanted others to make a couple of nasty jokes. It seems he can't really make people dislike Hargrove cause they already love him so much. Even Tommy, his best friend since forever, is not immune to Hargrove's charm. The way Billy was easy about the whole thing, the way he's easy about a lot of things? Breezy and carefree, the way he can laugh anything off, and people will laugh with him. And still there's like an iron wall inside him, that hidden strength, he never caves.

Why is he not ashamed? Why is he not afraid?

What the fuck is his secret? And what the fuck is his problem ??

Steve is not listening to Nancy. He's not listening to the teacher during the class. His mind is busy with more important stuff.

So yeah, it was Harrington. He put a sex toy in Billy's locker. The whole affair needed some preparation, of course. Effort was definitely applied. At the weekend Steve drove to fucking Indianapolis for that. He found a sex shop, put his sunglasses on, got inside, grabbed the first dildo he saw, paid for it in cash and drove back to Hawkins with a wildly beating heart. Then on Monday he stayed late after classes, and picked Hargrove's locker. Looked around inside it. Nothing special, just books. A picture of the ocean waves rolling on the vast sandy beach stuck to the door. Must be California or wherever this asshole is from.

He stuffed the dildo in Hargrove's locker with a bright red bow wrapped around the box. Valentine's Day is too far away. Surprise, bitch, October Valentine's.

No but seriously the motherfucking ass bitch. Why is he so fucking annoying, so annoyingly calm?

So the plan didn't work. Okay. Maybe it was stupid from the beginning. But Steve? Steve would totally be pissed if he found a gift like that. Tommy would launch a whole investigation, sniff out and crucify the joker. All guys would be furious, like .. whatever would they need a dildo for? Is there an implication hidden in there?

But that jackass Hargrove didn't bat an eye. Cool like a cucumber. Yeah it all started with the giant cucumber he had given Harrington during that memorable health class, when Steve felt the underlying agenda, a probable insult like Hargrove was fucking with him.

Hence the dildo. Maybe Billy can stick it up his ass and unwind a bit. Leave Harrington alone.

Shit. It all played out not like Steve wanted it to. A weekend wasted. And he blew off a date with Nancy, for that.

Well, no, wait, wait. Not really. Every failed attempt is an experience, right? Now Steve knows that if he wants to bring that arrogant dick down a notch, no big harm done, he has to strike on a different level. Deeper.

Steve's gonna make him embarrassed. He's gonna make him fucking humble. He might just have come up with another way to do it. Another plan.

He can sense there's something wrong with Hargrove. Something .. something Steve has never come across face to face before, it's in the way he taunts Steve, in the way he looks, no, stares at him. There's a secret, there's a problem, and Steve's gonna take advantage of that.

Why does he want to do it? Steve just hates to be the used to be the most popular guy. Yeah, he's got a girlfriend now, a serious one. Relationship material. Well, maybe too serious, really like .. he likes her, loves her probably, but he's been trying to make her loosen up a bit, you know? Try something different other than sweet and romantic and missionary. Shake her down for some fun. All in vain. Anyways, that's not the point here. So yeah, Steve's in a relationship, and Tommy has told him many times that he's walking a slippery slope of becoming pussy-whipped, but he's still fucking King of Hawkins High and he doesn't want some Californian self-entitled hotshot, the fucking pleb coming to his town and all of a sudden stealing the crown? All girls' eyes are on that ass, drooling to get a ride in the flashy blue car. All guys want to be his best friend. Tommy has been following him around like a bitch on a leash. He's doing good at school, he's superb at basketball.

Stupid fuck.

Harrington is not ready to let go of his title that easily. He still wants to be crowned prom king at the end of school year. He doesn't want to lose to that piece of trash who thinks he's the hottest shit.

Also, you know what, Steve would actually be absolutely fine with this new pain in the ass called Hargrove, if he minded his own business. The thing is, he doesn't. He comes at Steve, he thinks he can take the fucking liberty of making obnoxious remarks, stick his nose into Steve's business, fucking push him around during practice like Harrington's some kind of loser? Hargrove's been doing it since day fucking one, who the hell does he think he is?

Steve's not mean. Well, he's not the meanest, really. He never bites first. The freak Byers? He deserved his camera to be broken. The creep was taking pictures of them, of his girl, in the middle of the night, without them even knowing it. What should Steve have done? Should he have patted him on the shoulder, great photos, man, real artistic shit, wow, do you mind taking a couple while we are actually making love?

Steve only bites when he gets bitten.

There is something else, too.

On top of everything, deep down, he hates the fact that whenever he's lucky enough to have seldom sexy time with Nancy, Hargrove's always somehow at the back of his mind. Fuck knows how and why he got there. But he's there. Every fucking time, and Steve absolutely hates it.

So he sets the new plan in motion.

It's really simple.

Next time they are in the showers, Harrington throws a glance at Billy. Doesn't say anything, throws another one. When Hargrove looks back, Steve averts his eyes. It's a matter of milliseconds.

Next day when they have basketball practice and Hargrove starts his usual dance, Steve pushes him back like he usually does, only gentler. Just a tiny bit, a whiff of less force, but Hargrove notices. It throws him off his game, like an unexpected stumble, and Steve is sensing it, like a hound.

In the showers he looks at him again, a second longer than the previous time.

Confusion is written all over Hargrove's face under his usual asshole expression.

Steve can feel it in his gut that Hargrove, despite being smart, has taken the bait, hook line and sinker.

Maybe, just maybe Steve has an idea what Hargrove's secret is, and he can make it work in his, King Steve's, favour.

Now all he has to do is wait for the right moment, keeping the interest up in the meantime. The moment when Billy slips, gets too greedy, and takes a big bite, Steve will hook him fast and reel him in.

Watch him choke on it.

Not for everyone's amusement, but exclusively for his own.

He will make this asshole humbled.

***

Parts of this and this season 1 Steve vs Billy

[hoffmannwrites]

On My List

1  - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 + 1 Masterlist

Author’s Note: Look at me! New fic, new fandom, new style, ouhhh! So new, so shiny! Anywho, this is a 5+1 fic based off THIS text post which has been rattling around in my brain for weeks. Thank you @stevietruther for the insufferable thoughts in my brain.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Description: 5 Times Steve and Eddie kiss as friends, and one time they don't.

Warnings/Tags: Everyone lives, Nobody dies, 5+1, Kissing, Fluff, Idiots to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, some pretty brief mentions for drinking, smoking, being inebriated (the gang is drunk here but nothing too bad, just in a fun way), uhhh they're gay your honor, no beta we die like Barb, let me know if I missed anything?

You Spin Me Right Round

One

The first time Steve and Eddie kiss is also the first time Steve kisses Robin and Eddie kisses Argyle. It’s just the older members of the party and a few random acquaintances that tag along, and there ain’t shit to do but get high and drunk and play party games. Later into the night, when everyone is inebriated enough to feel comfortable around each other and they have managed to lose both beer pong balls, Vicki suddenly perks up, chest a blotchy bright red under her button up. “We should play spin the bottle,” she announces, feigning bravery with a hopeful glance in Robin’s direction. 

“Oh fuck, seriously?” complains Steve, who is already doing a mental inventory of the people there and how terrible it would be to kiss all of them. Well, most of them, at least.

“What? You afraid someone’s gonna realize that Big Bad Sex God Harrington isn’t actually all he’s cracked up to be?” teases Eddie, pushing his shoulder into Steve’s with a huge smile on his face. 

“No- that’s not- I just…the ratio is off!” Steve sputters, going hot under the collar. He knows that at least one of the girls is a lesbian and the other is his ex girlfriend and the OTHER is the girl his best friend has a crush on. And as he has this thought, his eyes shift to Robin who is wringing her hands in her lap, not looking anyone in the eye. Oh. Oh. This is her chance. To kiss Vickie without any one thinking too much about it. To see if Vickie is as into her as she is. To see if there are sparks, without any pressure. Because it’s just a drunken game. 

“We’re actually gonna motor,” says Jeff, getting up off the floor and pointing to the two Hellfire members behind him. “As much as I would LOVE to stay and lock lips with Munson, some of us have actual jobs in the morning. And Gareth is 1 beer away from ralphing on Harrington’s front lawn.” Gareth just shrugs, knowing he is notorious for over imbibing. 

The three Hellfire boys make their way out the door, leaving just the usual suspects and, of course, Vicki. 

“See? Almost even now, Harrington. Pass me that empty Seagram’s,” says Eddie, oblivious to the fact that this is, by all accounts, a horrible idea. 

“You go first if you’re so intent on planting one on all of us, Eds,” Steve replies, determined to call the older man’s bluff. 

“Gladly.” And with that, Eddie spins the empty bottle and watches smugly as it settles on Argyle. 

“Oh, come to Daddy, Surfer Boy!” Eddie exclaims, shooting his eyes from the bottle up to Argyle, who had already leaned over the bottle towards Eddie expectantly. 

“Dude. I’m expecting greatness. Lay it on me, bro!” Argyle says so seriously it was startling and puckers his lips in the most cartoonish way possible. Eddie grabs his face with both hands and lays one quick and dramatic kiss directly to the other boy’s lips, complete with a loud “Mwah!” Sound effect added. Everyone chuckled at the display, all relaxing slightly due to the fact that the first victims of the game were the two must unserious people of the group, who had no problem breaking the ice.

The game continues, with Jonathan landing on Vickie. He decides to chivalrously go for a kiss on the hand, as he previously declared his loyalty to Nancy. Nancy lands on Robin and kisses her softly on the cheek, sighting the same reason as Jonathan. Argyle goes next and ends up landing on Jonathan. He kisses the photographer lightly on his forehead and pets his hair, which left Jonathan furrowing his brow, but laughing nonetheless. Vickie goes next. Robin holds her breath as the bottle spins and spins and spins for what feels like a lifetime until it lands on…Robin. The girls lock eyes immediately and Vickie subconsciously ducks her head and pushes a piece of hair behind her ear. They turn to each other and just kiss. No preamble or bullshit explanations or disclaimers. They just kiss softly and sweetly for a few moments before breaking away. Neither girl says anything, but Robin is noticeably redder in the face and Vickie seems to lean into her just slightly for the rest of the night.

Next is Robin’s turn and although she prays to whatever high power she can think of for the bottle to land on Vicki again, it lands on Steve. “Ugh man, no! Gross!” Robin whines. “Dems da rules, sugar plum,” Eddie smirks and wiggles his eyebrows.

“Fuck. Fine! But Capital P, guys. I’m so serious,” she warns everyone before turning to Steve. “Don’t worry. I’ll do my best not to woo you with my masculine charms,” Steve says before kissing her so quickly that if anyone blinked they would have missed it.

“Ew,” she states simply when it’s over and wipes off her lips dramatically, like a petulant child wiping away a kiss from their mother. Steve silently takes the bottle and spins it, just begging that it lands on anyone except his ex girlfriend. Anyone! Anyone at all even…Eddie. It stops on Eddie and Steve looks at him, like a big brown eyed idiot in headlights, all that previous confidence gone. Eddie clears his throat, shuffles almost uncomfortably. “So, you gonna show me what Hawkins’s Most Eligible has to offer?” he asks, trying so hard to look like he’s not sweating bullets. 

And Steve is just drunk enough that he’s got the balls to shut Eddie up the way he’s been thinking about for months, since he was called “big boy” in that stupid trailer when the world was ending.  Suddenly, Steve is all siren-eyes and sex appeal, letting his voice drop just a little when he almost whispers “Get ready, big boy,” and grabs Eddie by the back of the neck. Steve tilts Eddie up just enough and takes his sweet time leaning in and ghosting over Eddie’s lips, just enough to make him shiver a little, but not enough for anyone to notice. They share each others air for a fraction of a second before Steve leans in the rest of the way and kisses Eddie, really kisses him, the way he’s been doing to girls for years. And Eddie kisses back, just enough that somewhere in the back of the rockers head, red flags and sirens are going off. But he doesn’t notice, too lost in the feeling of Steve on him to register anything else. They separate after what feels like entirely too long for a kiss during spin the bottle, and wait with bated breath. What for, they’re not sure. But no one says anything and the air feels like it’ll shatter is if they do. And then the moment is gone, because the doorbell rings and Argyle jumps up, chanting “Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!” And suddenly they’re all too hungry to focus on that moment that felt just a little too charged. The rest of the night, Eddie and Steve take turns sneaking glances at each other, like they’re really noticing each other for the first time. But come the morning, everyone is too hazy on the night before to read into it. They all remember the nights activities, but no one thinks to question the tension, chalking it up to being cross faded. Except Eddie suddenly pays a lot more attention to Steve. 

A/N: Fun fact! Wine coolers came out in the early 80s and have only gotten better tasting and more hangover inducing since! 

[spideystevie]

Am I able to request something from these romantic prompts? If so, I’d love first dance together with Steve please (or Joe K if you’re happy to write for him!)

Please and thank you x

absolutely!! here it is with steve, enjoy <3 (0.8k) - "dancing together for the first time"

It’s mid-June when Joyce Byers and Jim Hopper decide to tie the knot. 

The celebration isn’t big but it’s special all the same. A small, close gathering in a clearing in the woods. Wildflowers have sprouted out of the ground and Jonathan’s strung lights overhead, tied to the trees. The music flows and so do the drinks. You’re left warm after two, a tingling buzz mixing with the leftover heat from the beating sun. 

You dance with Robin and Nancy, laughing loudly and unabashed. You feel a little shy when Steve joins in, looking at you with a special kind of glee in his eyes. There’s something that fizzes between the two of you, something you’re both a little too afraid to test, wary of what it could mean. What it could do to your friendship that didn’t take that long to sprout.

The music slows, people around you coupling together and starting to sway. Nancy finds Jonathan and Robin seems to have disappeared into a mist. Steve’s cheeks turn a brilliant shade of red beneath the fairy lights hanging above. You wonder if yours match.

Steve clears his throat and scratches at the back of his neck. You blink up at him, eyes a little starry when they meet his gaze. He stills for a moment, forgets how to breathe. The soft melody playing in the background coupled with the way the strings of fairy lights are making your skin glow, it makes you look….Steve’s not sure there’s a word to do it justice, but ethereal comes close.

A soft push of summer wind brushes past, makes the skirt of your dress flutter and lifts the ends of your hair. The song is nearing its first chorus when you say, “Steve?”

He blinks hard and shakes his head as if to release him from his daze. He holds out his hand and something like relief melts over him when the soft skin of your palm slides over the calluses on his. 

Your fingers are feather light as they brush over his shoulder, the cotton of his white button down surprisingly soft. A shiver traces down Steve’s spine when you let your fingertips brush the back of his neck. His free hand goes to the small of your back, fingers spread wide and holding you nearly flush against him. 

It’s entirely too close together for “just friends” and you both know it. His face is much closer to yours, a simple jut of your chin and your noses would brush. Up close you can count the freckles splattered along his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. 

There’s a solid warmth where his hand rests on your back, spreading up to your ears. You move together, a gentle sway as your feet step in a small circle. You’re in your own little bubble, the two of you, and even though you’re dancing, the music seems to fade into the hum of the cicadas and the chirping of crickets nearby when he smiles down at you like that.

“What?” you ask him, lips curling into their own smile. Steve shakes his head, soft pieces of hair falling into his forehead. He looks a little younger like this, more boyishly charming. 

“You look beautiful,” he says. You fluster, your stomach rolling and something like fire licking at your veins from the tender earnesty in his voice. You dip your chin towards your shoulder, trying to hide the shy smile that’s forming. 

“Thank you,” you say. A beat passes, a small bout of courage sprouting inside you and then, “you look pretty too, Harrington.”

Steve looks even prettier when he flusters. His voice falters, cheeks twinged pink. The lights catch on the ends of his hair, casting a halo-like glow on him. He doesn’t say anything, too busy trying to tame the violent swarm in his chest over your words and the way your fingertips brush against the nape of his neck. Another beat.

“This is nice,” he says, quietly like he’s sharing a secret just for you. You furrow your brows, a heat unraveling in your stomach when his hand pulls you the slightest bit closer to you. 

“What? The wedding?”

“No. Well..yes, but that’s not what I meant. I meant this..dancing….with you.”

“Yeah?” you breathe, almost like you’re worried your voice will puncture a hole in the moment. Steve nods. 

“Yeah.”

His forehead dips down to yours. Your heart is sure to leave bruises against your ribcage at the new and somewhat sudden proximity. The music completely fades away from the two of you, figuratively and literally. Bruce Springsteen blares over the speakers and people have broken away from their couplings. 

Something permanent shifts between the two of you, soft like the summer wind. You just hope it carries more dances with Steve along with it. 

[theravenclawlover]

🎃Kinktober Day 25🎃

Day Prompt: Mirror sex/Collaring/Uniform

Word Count: 889

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), sexual content, sexy time but also angsty time, unprotected sex (wrap it up ladies, gents, and gays), mentions of Jancy (i love them but for the sake of the fic they're on a break and they can fuck whoever they want while at it because there's nothing wrong with that), and my shit writing because you lot can digest it <3

A/N: I had a whole different idea for this but it is almost six am, so I cannot be held responsible for this mess. For one, this is my first time writing Jonathan. so go easy. two, I know my boy is shy, but I know that this man fucks good. like even if he was shy at the beginning I just know that he's a freak in bed. Nancy too bro, I just know she's the boss, but Jonathan on his own is just a man seeking to control something in his life. and that is you babes.

Jonathan Byers x F!Reader

When you were in High School you couldn’t understand why Nancy Wheeler had chosen Jonathan Byers, breaking Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington’s heart in the process. To you, Jonathan Byers was the complete opposite of Nancy, the girl—by society’s norm—was to be with someone like Steve. She seemed like one of those girls that would follow the path carved out for her. But things change, strange experiences turned you upside down. So you stopped questioning their relationship because your curiosity had dwindled down when your life had been affected by the interdimensional world that hid under your hometown. Even after the Byers had moved away Nancy and Jonathan were a thing, but by the time you had gone off to college in California, you had found out Jonathan and Nancy had broken up. You and Jonathan went to the same school, a place close to his home. You two had quickly turned friends—his friend Argyle was also your favorite person to hang out with.

And as you and Jonathan turned friends, he began opening up to you thus the story between him and Nancy came out. And then you understood, and as you did, you began to feel more than friend-like love toward him. But he would never love you like you did him because he still loved Nancy.

And even as months went by, and your relationship changed, you knew he loved her still. But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t take what he gave you.

And if he wanted to have you as a fuckbuddy until he went back to Nancy when they were ready to talk about their relationship again, to build a future of their liking, you would let Jonathan Byers fuck you six ways into Sunday if he felt like it.

But right now you were letting him fuck you against your body mirror like the walls weren’t made out of cardboard. That’s dorm rooms for you. But it didn’t matter because Jonathan had you against it, your tits pressed against the cold material, back arched like a bitch in heat, your head pulled back by his grip as he whispered lewd words to you, the words that would always be replayed in your head when you weren’t with him.

“Look at you, taking my cock like a good slut,” he whispered, his soft voice husky and carnal. A contrast to his shy nature. He had been called a freak in High School because he was different, but now—if they knew—the word meant so much more. The number of things you had done with him, things you could only find in those weird dreams of yours. But with him, they turned to reality. You wondered if Nancy missed this…if she sometimes wondered if this was something she was depriving herself of. But she had put her education first before a dick. You weren’t that strong. And right now you didn’t care either.

“Fuck—aw fuck—so good,” you moaned nails scrapping the wood of the bathroom door where the mirror hung. You weren’t sure how you would explain those to your roommates.

“Yeah? You like being fucked like a slut?” he asked, a smile spreading into a full grin. “Don’t have to answer, I know you do. Letting me fuck you however and whenever I want to.”

You nodded in shame and lust, tears wanting to spill at the sheer pleasure your cunt was receiving from his deep thrust, from the sting of his balls slapping cruelly against your stiff clit, and the truth of his words.

Jonathan pulled you back, stepping away from the mirror slightly, now you could see his balls slapping your clit obscenely, the way his cock was thrusting in and out of you, your slick down your thighs, and how your tits bounced at the force of the whole spectacle.

“Look at that,” he panted against your ear as he let go of your head to grab your biceps, holding you there and fucking into you harshly. You were gasping for air with every thrust. “Such a pretty thing, taking my cock so well. You’re a very good girl, aren’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” you moaned, tears now freely falling as your orgasm built, your legs quivering as you could only let him fuck you like a ragdoll.

“And all mine.” Those were the words that always made you come undone, words that were all true, you were his, maybe forever. You came with a whine of his name, your knees buckling as you did, trying to get away from his strong grip as he fucked into you still, his cock hitting your sensitive spot over and over again, making the feeling of your body all the more intense. But the clenching of your walls around him and your desperate whines was his undoing. He came with shallow thrusts, his cum spurting inside of you marking you once again as his, a feeling that did nothing but drive you insane.

Your tired eyes looked at the mirror, and there you watched as Jonathan gasped for air against your back, forehead resting on your shoulder as he watched—like you—his cum spill out of your stuffed cunt.

“Mine.”

Yes, you were. All his for the taking. But he wasn’t yours. Not even with his cum still hot inside of you.

[johnnyutah]

i finally finished this old wip for @stonathanweek (and coincidentally also @stoncyweek2023!)

prompts: canon-verse (day 5), long distance relationship (day 7) summary: Steve comes up with an awesome plan to make Nancy jealous. It backfires in the best way. rating: explicit ships: stonathan, stoncy, established jonathan/nancy, past steve/nancy (and future? 😳) steve and robin being best bros word count: 5660 content info: drinking, phone sex, miscommunication, smut & feelings, pre-polyamory, set before season 4

Also on AO3!

The front door of Family Video slams shut on yet another failed attempt at flirting, and Steve’s head falls into his hands yet a-fuckin-gain. “This is it, Robin,” he declares, elbows digging into the cheap melamine counter and fingertips digging into his temples just above his furrowed brows. “This is it. We’ve got no prospects.”

“That isn’t true,” Robin, the light of his life, tells him, soft and kind-hearted as ever. She pats his shoulder and goes on to correct him, “You’ve got no prospects. I’m just in the wrong city for love; you’re on the wrong planet.”

“The wrong p— you’re a real asshole, you know that?” Steve glances up from between his fingers just to check that she knows that. Robin’s sweet smile doesn’t falter for a moment, confirming her own theory. He’s sure that if they did live in another place, or perhaps another time, Robin could have a girlfriend in no time at all. Steve, however, is doomed. “What am I supposed to do with that, huh? I can’t exactly set off to Mars.”

“You could try changing it up,” Robin suggests. It’s the third time this week she’s suggested that he change. He’s starting to feel like she might mean it. “Instead of ‘ahoy, ladies’…”

She scrunches up her nose, thinking. Steve rests his chin on his knuckles and watches her. “Ahoy… fellas?”

“Ha-ha.” Robin pushes his shoulder again, this time not to comfort but to chastise. “I meant maybe coming up with a different approach.”

“I don’t do the Scoops routine anymore.”

“Right, you’ve switched to local video store geek recommending all your favorite flicks.”

“Geek! I’m not a geek! What about this,” Steve gestures up and down his body with broad, sweeping motions that draw out a flurry of giggles from Robin, “says geek?!”

“Like, all of it,” she laughs. “Every part of it. The hair? Dork. The smile? Total nerd smile— see, look, you’re offended but you’re smiling!”

Through his not-smile, Steve hisses, “What am I supposed to do about my smile? I’m freaking screwed!”

“Calm down, you’ll be fine!” It’s hard to take Robin’s consolation seriously as she struggles not to laugh. Some consternation must show on his face as she finally relents, wiping an eye dry before leaning away, and repeating, “You’ll be fine. You’ve got plenty of time to work out the new Harrington act anyway, and in the meantime, you’ve got good friends who look out for you.”

“I thought you said Dustin and the gang were annoying little kids.”

“God, I meant me, you dick!” This time he’s ready for the blow to his shoulder and he dodges it effortlessly, ducking under the slap and then swatting it away. It’s a good thing Keith left right away after his morning shift, as he hates when they squabble like this in the front end of the store. Not that there are any customers. Steve has apparently frightened them all away with his utter and total lack of charisma. Fantastic.

After he loses— quite badly, really, Robin, where was this killer physique and athleticism when they were being held hostage by enemies of the state— and they resume their work, Steve doesn’t put up much of a pretense of actually working, far too distracted by his foreboding future. The loneliness gnaws at him deeply, scraping down to his marrow until he starts fidgeting, uncomfortable with his own turbulent emotion.

Robin hadn’t meant it, and god knows she’s got it worse than he does, but… it does suck, not having someone and not seeming able to find anyone. Even when things were bad with Nancy there had still been things. And before her, when Tommy and Carol had dragged him to each and every party like a prized stud ready for the auction, he had felt wanted. He can’t remember when he last felt wanted.

Before he can voice this pathetic thought to Robin, she sighs, taking obvious pity on him. “You have any plans tonight?”

“Take a wild guess,” Steve grumbles.

Unaffected, she continues, “Sooo… my parents went to this big Christmas party last weekend, and they brought home these two huge gift baskets they apparently won in some raffle. And one of the baskets had some bourbon, and, um, I don’t really know anything about drinking, so, I… uh, I brought it, and I thought maybe it’d be fun if we. Drank it.”

Steve twists to stare at her incredulously. No part of the story makes even a lick of sense— what kind of parents let their eighteen-year-old daughter drink liquor freely? What kind of parents bring gifts home without occasion or cause? Who throws a Christmas party in January? Baffled, he echoes, “You brought it?”

“I brought it,” Robin confirms.

“In… what, in your backpack?”

“Yeah, in my backpack.” Both of them glance at the staff area, and she says, “What, you don’t want to? If you don’t want to, it’s—”

“Hold on, they just let you have it?”

“They don’t drink.”

“Well… what kind of bourbon is it?”

“I have no clue, doofus. I don’t drink.”

“Never?”

“I’ve never had anyone to drink with.” This confession lingers in the air for a heavy moment— not necessarily a bad one, but it weighs them both down, together. Then Robin coughs, and changes tack, “What types of bourbon are there?”

Steve doesn’t actually know. He’s not sure that he’s actually ever tried bourbon. It sounds both quaintly Southern and exorbitant, but the likely high price tag only adds to the allure. “Alright, we’ll just have to make sure we don’t leave anything for Keith to catch onto us. Guy would flip his freaking lid. But… we could try a glass, or two.”

“Neat,” Robin grins, eyes practically sparkling. “Yeah, I probably won’t have more than a sip.”

--

Steve sits— well, crashes— down onto the counter beside Robin. His legs dangle over the edge, while she keeps hers crossed. “I think I lost my voice,” he tells her, and in response she passes— well, slams— the bottle into his hand. “No, Robin, I’m serious, I think I sang too hard.”

“They’re making another one of these.” She points, and Steve follows her gaze to the TV set up in the corner over Comedies and International, which is currently playing The Evil Dead, but set to the soundtrack of the album Steve has been blasting over the Family Video intercom. “With the same director and everything. I bet it’ll be terrible; sequels always are.”

“Not true,” croaks Steve. He drinks the bourbon. It tastes a little better with every sip, although it still mostly tastes like he’s hiding in a cleaning closet and drinking heavy acid instead of hanging out with his friend and drinking actual good liquor. If this is good liquor, he thinks he’ll stick to cheap beer. “Dawn of the Dead.”

“Remake, not a sequel.”

“No way, it’s a sequel.” Steve passes the bottle back, massaging his throat. “Zombies and shit.” AC/DC comes to the end of howling ‘Back in Black’, thank God, no more falsetto— and the tape switches to ‘You Shook Me All Night Long’. He starts tapping his heels against the counter to the rhythm. 

On screen, Ash’s buddy Scotty shoves one of the zombified girls away with an ax. Robin watches. Steve grimaces. Scotty swears his head off on mute. Brian Johnson wails, “She was the best damn woman that I ever seen!”

“I love women,” Robin sighs, deep and emotional.

“Me too,” agrees Steve fervently.

“And I don’t hate bourbon.”

“Me either.” He reaches for the bottle and she takes a sip before sharing; it burns when it hits his already scratchy throat. Scotty locks the zombie in the basement. Robin reaches back for the bottle. The confession squeezes out before Steve can think any better of it: “I miss Nancy.”

“Oh my god.”

“I mean it—”

“I know you do—”

“I love her, Robin.”

“Oh My God.”

“Listen,” Steve says, hopping off the counter with grace and precision. He completely misjudges the distance between them and the floor, and ends up crash-landing hard; but at least he doesn’t fall over. Robin laughs harder than she needs to as he steadies himself. “Listen. She was my best damn… the best girlfriend that I’ve ever had. And I was so stupid to her. And she left me.”

“I thought she left because she didn’t have feelings for you anymore.”

“Could you just—” Steve flails for a moment, trying not to throttle his best friend and also trying to sort through his drunk thoughts to find the words he needs. “Yes. Okay. That may be true. But feelings come and go!”

“Fine,” says Robin reluctantly. “But, and I hate to put a damper on your drunken dreams of winning her back, but! In this case, Nancy has already moved on to someone else… right?”

Steve snaps his fingers. Jonathan— of course! That���s why that stupid horror movie seemed so familiar; he remembers seeing the freaky poster hung up in Jonathan’s room from when he and Nancy and Jonathan had fought off the Demogorgon the first time around. Steve hasn’t thought about Jonathan in a while, which seems odd given that he used to waste so much time thinking about the guy. Even before their team-up— actually, especially before they had teamed up, he had a penchant for watching the weird Byers kid. “Right,” he exclaims. “Yeah, yes! She’s moved on!”

“So,” says Robin, with the patience of a schoolteacher. “Don’t you think it’s time that you move on too?”

“Totally,” he agrees, catching her off-guard. “Yes. I’m gonna make her so jealous.”

When he looks over, Robin is fully chugging the bourbon. Steve snatches the bottle away, laughing somewhat maniacally— except not at all, this is awesome, he has a totally awesome plan.

Step one is get on the work computer and misuse his employee privilege as a Family Video store clerk. When he fails to type in his password correctly a third time, Robin sighs, finally hopping down from the counter. “I want it on record that this is a bad idea,” she declares, typing in her password anyway before heading to the back room. Steve takes advantage of her absence to quickly scan through their alphabetized account list. Thankfully Byers, J. is close to the top. 

He scrawls the phone number down on the back of an empty receipt as Robin closes down the store— beginning with the music, then the lights. They are left alone with only the computer, which Steve quickly shuts off, and the television, which Robin misplaced the remote for. Neither of them can find it in the dark and so they leave Ash and friends to face their inevitable demise at the hands of the zombie demons. It won’t be the worst close they’ve ever done, and Steve refuses to believe that Keith’s opinion of him could sink any lower.

Robin grabs the nearly empty bottle, shoving it into her backpack. Steve grabs his jacket, pulling it on with a wince as they step out of the store into the January night air. “It’s too cold to drive, and I’m too drunk to walk,” says Robin, arms already tightly folded over her chest but teeth not quite chattering yet. “I mean… no, wait, maybe that is what I mean.”

“I got this,” Steve assures her. It’s then that Robin notices the receipt, and lunges for it. Maybe if Steve had full control of his faculties he would be able to hold it out of her reach. She snatches the paper and Steve moans, “Aw, c’mon, give it back! You’re messing up my whole plan!”

“Your plan to get back with your ex by making her jealous? Oh my god, you’re serious.” Robin laughs, shoving the receipt back at him. Her grin is too wide and goofy to cause any real hurt, especially when her eyes crinkle up in the corners and she teases, “Look at that, Harrington! You finally got a girl’s number.”

Steve, smiling back, doesn’t correct her.

--

The only cab in Hawkins surely isn’t the only cab in Hawkins, but it feels that way as they drive down the otherwise dormant city streets. Most people, Steve reckons, don’t stay up late drinking with their coworkers on a cold weeknight in January. Or if they do, they probably go to a bar close to their office downtown, or even a nightclub.

In the backseat of the only cab in Hawkins, Steve and Robin lean against each other like siblings on a road trip, slouched together thanks to the late hour and all the drinking. He’s sure they smell like shit but they feel amazing, smacking each other’s arms to point out passing landmarks or giggling about the music on the radio. The driver hasn’t commented, leaving them to their own devices as they joke about how they feel like New Yorkers, or like superstars. 

The taxi drops Robin off outside her home first, and she leans over to give Steve a bourbon-soaked hug. He relishes in it, trying to remember the last time he got a hug from anyone. Hell, it was probably Robin, and before that, he has no clue. Dustin has been busy with his new Dungeons and Dragons group, and Lucas and Mike were never big on hugs anyway. So he hugs back, still laughing at Robin’s terrible Bronx accent, and as he does she whispers, “You got this, dingus.”

“Thanks,” Steve whispers back, feeling tipsy and joyful and supported— until he realizes that she meant he’s the one on the hook for paying the taxi driver. He settles back into his own seat to sulk.

On the radio, REO Speedwagon choruses, “I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for; it’s time to bring this ship into the shore, and throw away the oars, forever…” and the driver hums along.

Steve’s hand finds its way into his jacket pocket, where his fist closes around Jonathan’s number.

--

“Hey,” Steve nearly sings, as soon as the call goes through. “Hi. Sorry, I— I know it’s late,” which is technically true, even if he has no idea what time it actually is. But based on the moonlight streaming through the window in the kitchen, he’s breaking several social rules. “I just… It’s, um, it’s Steve. Harrington, in case, uh, you know any other Steves…?”

A woman answers. The receiver slips right out of Steve’s hands and he curses modern, cordless technology, fumbling to grab it before he drops the phone, or worse, the call. “… afraid I don’t know any Steves at all. Can I help you, young man?”

“Oh, shit.” The woman inhales sharply, and Steve’s mind supplements an image of Byers, Joyce. Shit. Of course. “I’m sorry, uh, I’m calling for Jonathan? If he’s even home?”

Sounding much less friendly, the woman pauses. “I don’t know who you mean, but this is a new number. If you’re trying to reach the Byers family—”

“Yes, exactly, yeah, Jonathan Byers—”

“They don’t live here anymore.” Steve crumples up the paper and tosses it, furiously, into the sink. “I have their forwarding number, if it’s very important…?”

“It’s urgent,” Steve assures her, scrambling to find something to write on. He ends up grabbing his father’s fountain pen and writing Jonathan’s new number painfully across the back of his hand.

After apologizing and wishing the wrong number a good night, Steve stares at those messy, ink-blotted digits. Before he can give himself cold feet, he dials the number; he doesn’t breathe once the whole time it rings.

The line picks up again. This time Steve is more cognizant that it might be Joyce, or even worse, Will— the kid would definitely recognize his voice, and while Steve is sure that Jonathan’s impossibly kind younger brother would support him in this late-night endeavor, he’s also sure that Mike Wheeler would definitely hear about it. Which would ruin the entire scheme, of course.

The scheme, which seemed so infallible back at Family Video, swims and wavers in his head now. Steve tries to go through the plan point by point, but it all falls to pieces when a groggy, familiar voice says through the receiver, “Hello?”

“Hey,” Steve says. He leans against the kitchen island, exhaling all the air in his lungs. “Hi. It’s Steve. … Harrington.”

“I only know one Steve,” Jonathan says, dry as a desert. Steve smiles nervously. “Why are you calling? Is something wrong?”

“No, no, all quiet on the Western front.” This nets him a chuckle from Jonathan, so he soldiers on: “I was just wondering, you know, uh… if you wanted to come over?”

Puzzled, Jonathan asks bluntly, “What? Why?”

“I was thinking about you,” says Steve, leaning into it hard. He has charisma, or at least, he once did— he knows how to do this part. “Thinking maybe you could come over and we could fool around.”

Nobody has ever hung up so fast.

Steve stares at the dead phone in his hand. He wonders about the vicious gossip that he’d heard back in high school about Jonathan Byers, that he was more than just weird and a loner. Maybe those rumors really were nothing but rumors spread by small-minded townies. Steve’s parents aren’t home. It would be so easy for him to break into his father’s liquor cabinet. He could probably knock himself out within the hour, and sleep off this whole bad idea. He could laugh about it with Robin tomorrow night at work— I wanted to do what last night? I got some girl’s phone number out of the system? Man, no, I went straight home and went to bed. On an unrelated topic, I need to update the contact information on the Byers file.

Steve presses the redial button.

It rings for a little longer this time, and he can just picture Jonathan deciding whether or not to pick up, leaning over his own kitchen counter with a vein jumping out of his forehead behind his messy, home-cut bangs. Sure enough, when the call does get picked up, Jonathan sounds even more stressed than usual. He demands, “Is this a joke?”

If he’s wrong, and Jonathan’s not that type of person, and he tells Nancy… Steve shakes off the doomed train of thought. “No,” he says, firmly. “Not a joke.” 

Jonathan swears softly, so soft that Steve was sure he wasn’t meant to hear it, then: “Are you drunk?”

“Well, yeah,” he admits. Jonathan sighs loud enough to nearly blow the speaker. “What about you?”

“No.” A pause. “I think I should probably be a lot less sober for this.”

“That’s the spirit,” Steve cheers. “Where are you? Can you come over?”

Just as he’s starting to get butterflies, Jonathan cuts through the excitement with a deadpan, “California.”

“California?” He squints at the number on his hand. Is eight-one-eight the area code for California? “What the fuck? Is Nancy there with you?”

“Um.” A very pregnant pause. “No?”

“What… are you… Are you on vacation?”

Once more, Jonathan sighs. “What do you want, Steve?”

“I told you,” he replies, and even to his own ears he sounds bitchy. He adjusts, softening his tone a bit. “Just wanna make you feel good, Jonathan. I’ve been thinking about it.”

“You haven’t exactly kept in touch,” Jonathan retorts, although his voice sounds different now. Steve listens keenly but he can’t hear anything else on the line except the complaining. “I mean, you thought I still lived in Hawkins, and I’ve been gone this whole school year.”

“Well, we’re not exactly friends,” Steve parrots back. That shuts the other boy up alright. “Doesn’t mean I don’t think about you.”

“Steve—”

“Even tonight, hanging out with a friend, I was thinking about you. Should’ve been thinking about girls. I was thinking about you.” Steve frowns. “You and stupid Ashley Williams.”

“Listen,” tries Jonathan. “You’re just drunk—”

“Even back when we were in school together I would think about you,” he admits, low. “Why do you think I gave you such a hard time? I heard what everyone said about you. Couldn’t get it out of my head. It wasn’t the first time I heard that someone could be… like that, but it was the first time I saw a boy and thought that I might be like that.”

What had the scheme been again? Call Nancy Wheeler’s queer boyfriend, rile him up a little? Get him to tell Nancy about it and make her all jealous? What is his endgame here, because only boys who like boys talk to boys about the things he’s talking to Jonathan about right now— and Jonathan isn’t even really reciprocating.

The soft breath is the only sign of life from California. Steve closes his eyes, swaying against the kitchen counter. “And I was so, so fucking stupid back then. That’s how I lost Nance, and that’s how come I treated you like… just like garbage. I broke your stupid camera, and I pushed you around, and when people gave you a hard time I didn’t say shit. I basically made your life hell.”

“You bought me a new camera,” says Jonathan quietly.

“Aw, c’mon, Nance.” Steve grimaces. “That was supposed to be a secret.”

“And I wasn’t the best person back then either. I mean, I can’t think about how I acted in junior high without dying a little bit on the inside. But… um… doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate it,” Jonathan tells him, in that same quiet voice. Steve wonders if he’s trying to stay quiet so he doesn’t wake up his family. Even when Jonathan had repulsed Steve, he’d always been secretly jealous of the closeness of the Byers clan. “And… uh, all that stuff you said, um… I used to think about it too. About… you and Nancy, mostly. It was wrong, I know, and—”

Steve interrupts, “Was it?” He sounds as wild as he feels. “Was it wrong?”

“Um…”

“You home alone, Jonathan?”

“I, uh.” Now there is a rustling on the other side of the line. “Will and El are at a sleepover camp thing for school, and my mom’s working nights this week at this temporary… um… Are we really— I mean, are you really…”

Steve hums. “I’m home alone. Didn’t even ask where my parents are, and they didn’t volunteer the information. But it means I’ve got this big place all to myself.”

Shallowly, Jonathan sucks in air. “Where are you?”

“The kitchen.”

That shocks a surprised laugh out of the other boy, which in turn makes Steve smile bashfully. “You can’t— you can’t have phone sex in the kitchen,” he scolds Steve. “People make food in there! Go to your bedroom, you fucking freak.”

“Look who’s suddenly an expert on phone sex,” Steve teases.

He goes anyway, heading slowly and normally towards the second floor until Jonathan casually drops, “Well, I have been in a long-distance relationship since September.”

Steve trips up the stairs, dropping the phone for the second time tonight. When he picks it up Jonathan is still there, breathing just as softly. Steve takes the rest of the stairs four at a time. He lunges for his bed and collapses there like a dead weight, still wearing his work clothes. Shit, he’s still wearing his shoes. He hears soft laughter coming down the line and, embarrassed about his heavy breathing, demands hotly, “You and Nancy have phone sex?”

“It would be pretty hard to have any other kind of sex two thousand miles apart.” That dry humor is doing terrible, insane things to his body right now. Steve chews his lip, closes his eyes, and fumbles with the button on his jeans. “So you get pretty good at discussing, and imagining. And waiting.”

“The first two sound alright.”

“Waiting can be fun too,” Jonathan tells him gently; his voice is so soft and low that Steve doesn’t realize he’s being seduced until his pulse has already risen. “But, yeah, talking is Nancy’s big thing. … I’m sure you remember that.”

Steve makes a face, giving up on his zipper. What he remembers about his sex life with Nancy is mostly too sad to dwell on, except during his most pathetic, embarrassing shower sessions and wet dreams. Things were good between them, of course— she’s the most beautiful woman on the planet— but after that pivotal time at the party, in this very bedroom, things were never the same. Sex with Steve had begun to remind Nancy of her dead friend, which would have been a mood-killer for Clark and Lois. Really, he shouldn’t have been surprised when she dumped his ass for Jonathan.

“What about this?” Steve imagines that Jonathan is right next to him on the bed instead of two thousand miles away. He turns his head to face the other pillow, but his eyes stay firmly closed. “Shouldn’t you… talk to Nancy about this?”

Once again, Jonathan effortlessly flips his world upside down with a sentence: “We did.” He sounds almost amused. “That’s why I hung up on you. I freaked out, and called her.”

Steve sits up so fast his head spins. “You called her? You— what did you tell her?”

“I told her you were drunk and trying to hook up with me,” says Jonathan, like it’s not a big deal at all. “And then her mother kicked her off the phone and chewed me out for calling the house so late.”

“But,” splutters Steve, “what did Nancy say?”

“She was really excited,” Jonathan admits. Steve, himself, is really excited— in fact, he thinks he might throw up for reasons entirely unrelated to the consumption of alcohol. “She asked for details, and I said I’d let her know if you called back. Then Mrs. Wheeler got on the line.”

He stares at the empty walls of his room, desperately trying to make sense of what Jonathan is telling him. “She wasn’t mad?”

“She was furious. Kept going on about time zones and all that shit.”

“Jonathan, I mean Nancy.”

“Steve, I know. I’m just teasing. You sound so tense.” Steve wonders how any man could feel relaxed while hearing this information. “Yeah, she was excited, and… a little nervous; she warned me it might have been a prank or something, but then I said ‘what if it’s not’, and she said ‘well, if it’s not, then obviously’… yeah.”

Steve gapes. “Obviously?”

“Yeah,” Jonathan echoes. “And asked for details.”

“Makes sense,” he says, weakly. “She’s a great reporter.”

“So, details.” Jonathan’s voice sinks down again, and Steve mirrors the change in tone, lying back down. He’s still reeling from the news that his plot to make Nancy jealous has been found dead in the water, and instead it seems that Jonathan and Nancy have machinations of their own. “Did you listen to what I said?”

“About Nancy?”

“About leaving the kitchen. Where are you now, Steve?”

“Oh. The— my bed.”

Jonathan exhales, “Good,” and Steve starts to melt. “And what are you doing right now in your bed?”

“Taking my shoes off,” he answers honestly, which startles another laugh out of Jonathan.

“That’s… a good place to start, I guess. How drunk are you, man?”

“I just feel… I don’t know. I feel good.” Keeping up the honesty is probably a good bet. “I like that you told Nancy. I like that she… likes the idea. She’s thinking about it, maybe.”

The line is silent, but live with Jonathan’s breathing. Steve’s chest rises and falls in sync. “Thinking about what, exactly?”

Right. Details. “This isn’t what I’d pictured,” Steve tells him. “I never imagined you out in California. In my head, you’re still the same scrawny, skinny kid forever stuck in Hawkins. Doesn’t make sense, you living so far away. Do you have a tan now?”

“Not really,” he admits, sounding sheepish. “I look pretty much the same. Taller, maybe.”

“I doubt it. Bet you’re still small enough for me to pick you up, toss you around.”

“You could try it,” Jonathan huffs.

“Bet you’re used to taking the lead with Nancy,” Steve continues, closing his eyes again. He kicks off his other shoe. “You ever been with someone bigger than you? I mean, someone who could really put you where they wanted?”

“You’re not so big,” says Jonathan. He sounds uncertain— it sends goosebumps down Steve’s arms. “Where would you want to put me?”

“I’d like to pin you down and watch your face as I get you off.” The reaction is immediate— the bitten-off gasp is a sound Steve will treasure forever. “I would want you in my bed, in my car… I don’t know. Everywhere. I’d want you to ride me.”

“Jesus.”

“I’d ride you too,” Steve hastens to add. “I’m not totally unfair.”

Jonathan makes a noise somewhere between a cough and a whimper.

“I used to think about making you suck me off, back when I was still kind of learning what blowjobs were and so they were pretty much all I could ever think about. You have a really pretty mouth,” he goes on even as Jonathan’s breath hitches, “and I think you would look good on your knees.”

“I do,” Jonathan says. “I mean, I would, I— Nancy tells me all the time.”

“What, you suck her off?” Steve laughs, except the noise kind of dies in his throat because Jonathan doesn’t laugh too. He puts the phone down, suddenly desperate to be free of his clothing. Throwing his work vest and shirt towards the dresser, followed by his jeans and briefs, he lies back down and repeats his question. “You go down on her?”

“Of course,” says Jonathan, kind and sweet and kind of dirty. Steve shuffles around until he’s comfortable under the blankets, and he can hold the phone in one hand and his dick in the other. He would usually grab lotion from his bedside table, maybe stop at a non-family video store on the way home from work to pick up a tape. Right now he doesn’t need any of that; he’s too close just from the sound of Jonathan’s voice. “I could do that for you too. I never thought it was something you’d want.”

“Well, you know what they say, Byers.” Steve palms himself, fucking in and out of his fist slowly. It’s too hot, too sensitive, too intimate. He clenches, his muscles tightening as he thinks about Jonathan doing the same. “If you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.”

Sure enough, there’s a quiet noise other than Jonathan’s voice. The connection isn’t clear enough for him to hear everything, but he can connect the dots. Jonathan says, still sounding strangled, “Did you manage to get your shoes off?”

“Yeah, now I’m working on getting my rocks off.”

A groan, low and a second too long. “Ugh. Nancy could’ve warned me you liked to tell jokes in bed.”

“What, am I not cool enough for you, California? Should I, like, tone it down, brochacho?”

“You’re kidding, but I do actually have a friend out here who sounds exactly like that.” Steve speeds up, his hips thrusting forward in small, jerky movements as Jonathan talks. God, he’s in so much trouble if he’s just getting off to the sound of the guy’s voice. He twists his wrist for a better angle as Jonathan continues, “You’re plenty cool enough for me, Indiana.”

“Hey, you’re Indiana too,” Steve reminds him. “God, I’m so— can you do more of the phone sex stuff?”

“Who says this isn’t the phone sex stuff? Maybe two guys jerking off together, talking about the state they grew up in is high-quality phone sex,” Jonathan teases. Now who’s telling jokes in bed? “You want me to give you the serious script, Harrington?”

“I want you to stop fucking around and put me on loudspeaker,” Steve gasps.

For a beat, Jonathan is silent. Then he does; the audio quality is slightly different, and Steve can more clearly hear skin-on-skin. Jonathan picks up the pace and Steve matches his rhythm, groaning through grinding teeth. When Jonathan speaks, he sounds nervous now. “Better?”

“Almost,” Steve says. “I want you to touch yourself. Keep touching yourself, the way you do when you do this with your girlfriend.” Jonathan’s breath hitches, and the sounds pick up— they are filthy in the best way. Steve is beyond glad they’re both home alone. His legs shake as he keeps going. “Except it’s different, right? When Nancy gets off she seizes up, right, like her whole body goes tight. With us, it’s different, and I want to hear you, wanna hear every part of it. I want you to ruin those fucking sheets.”

“Fuck,” gasps Jonathan. Steve tightens his grip too. “I wish—” and then before he can deliver that wish, he’s grunting, loud and primal and unmistakably masculine, as he comes all over himself. Steve can just picture it, those nimble, pale fingers wrapped around his dick— except he doesn’t exactly know what Jonathan’s dick looks like, so he has to make do with thinking about his own. And right as he’s about to sail over the edge, Jonathan breathes, “I bet Nancy’s getting off right now too.”

Well. It’s embarrassing how instantaneous Steve’s orgasm is after he hears that.

After all the discussing and imagining, as Jonathan had called it, they both come down slowly and in shared, comfortable silence. Steve sinks back down to sober, cold Earth like a fluttering leaf, and even after the reality of what just happened hits him he still doesn’t feel ready to accept it. The hard, unflinching truth is that Steve feels better right now than he ever has after sex, and Jonathan isn’t even here. He thinks he almost feels better right now than he ever has in his entire life. Uh oh.

“So,” Steve finally breaks the quiet post-orgasm haze lingering between them. “Are you coming home for spring break?”

[k1ss-m3-b3tt3r]

𖣯 High as a Kite 𖣯

pairing: jonathan byers x male! reader (romantic)

summary: smoking weed takes away the feeling of loneliness by providing you with the most perfect food combinations and your best friends. jonathan tries to confess but you cant comprehend a word he says, making him embarrassed and you, wearing fuzzy llama socks, screaming in laughter.

warnings: cursing, weed, awkward but cute fluff :)

a/n: i love fluff and have such a weak heart for jonathan! also happy yule!!! not revised btw

you were always a stoner and somewhat a loner, until you met jonathan and argyle. whenever it was awkward, you would crack a joke and no one could stop laughing. its just something you picked up from high school a while back, the class clown title. you couldnt deal with emotions so getting high was comforting and you were better explaining how you feel while smoking.

while being a cool stoner, youre also oblivious as fuck. everyone notices and im pretty sure you lost most brain cells, but to jonathan you were perfect. not everything about you was perfect, definitely not, but the way you show that goofy smile really lights up the room was magical. it was a hard core crush at this point.

you were never really part of the group until last year, after all the shit that went down in hawkins. you started hanging out with argyle, liking his stoner ways and matched his energy perfectly. “we are all one with the world” and “bro think about it, we’re all just brains! i dont get why people could hate each other.” were things you said quite often while stoned.

today was the day though: to confess. jonathan was nervous, like extremely after the whole thing with nancy and the break up. it hurt him definitely but he decided it was time to actually get out there and do what he wants to do. jonathan invited you over, thinking about how to do this correctly, so he prepped himself, rehearsing the lines. all of a sudden, the doorbell rings.

“ill get it!” jonathan yells while getting off of his ass as quick as possible. his hands were pretty sweaty so he wiped it off, heading to the front door.

“whos that?” joyce says genuinely curious, but of course she rolls her eyes and puts her hand on her hip and steps in front of jonathan. “youre doing all the chores for a week if thats (y/n).” joyce smiles a cheeky grin.

the doorbell starts again, but this time being pressed on a thousand times. “IM COMING!!” joyce yells ignoring jonathan. “wait..!” he tells joyce but she ignores him. shes his mother after all, not the other way around.

once the doors open, (y/n) spins around. “heyyyy miss joyce!” she turns and looks at jonathan with the i knew it face. “uhh, want me to wait out here- nevermind its too cold..” (y/n) jogs inside and acts like its the coldest hes ever felt. jonathan just looks at him like hes an idiot. “come on, lets just go to my room” as he sighs to himself.

before they go anywhere, (y/n) whispers, “hey, bro, hey.. i got the good shit and i may have smoked half of it in my car, but i left you some!” “get your ass in the room!” jonathan mumbles in an exhausted but hushed voice, trying to get (y/n) into a room.

“uh, bye i guess miss joyce..?” “uh huh, you too (y/n)…” she gives a questioning voice with her brow raised, “dont get into any trouble!” (y/n) laughs it off and runs into the bedroom like an idiot. you can here the springs get hit on jonathans bed all the way from the door way.

jonathan gives a little grin, heading towards his room. when he gets there (y/n) is already bringing out the bong, packing it terribly since hes already high as a kite. “hey bro, you gotta check this shit out, its feisty! back i say, back!” while acting like the bag of weed is after him. jonathan laughs and sits on the bed, taking the whole bowl down in a few hits.

“what is in this (y/n)..?” jonathan starts to feel prickles in his legs and his eyes droop. “i told its good shit! i know the best people my man” (y/n) packs another bowl and starts hitting that shit like crazy.

ten minutes later, theyre starting at the ceiling, on the floor of course. jonathan looks over and catches the other guys face, its practically glowing. the guy sits up and looks towards jonathan with his eyes glazed over. “bro… what did i come over here for again..?” jonathan hesitates, “um, i dont know..” jonathan turns away thinking about the confession hes supposed to make but clearly doesnt remember what he practiced.

“damn.. you know man, you cant lie to me even if im high,” (y/n) says as he ruffles his hair and stands up, walking in circles because it “feels good” as you can quote it. “ok ok, i just have to say one thing i guess?” (y/n) stops and stares at him, while jonathan is taking in all his features, down to his beautiful eyes and.. llama socks..??

jonathan sighs, sitting up and rubbing his hands against his face. “umm, (y/n)?” “yuh?” jonathan laughs and just says, “yuh? what does that even mean mannn?” (y/n) looks at him and bursts out laughing. jonathan looks at his hands, “what was i saying?” “bro, i cant even remember what we’ve done for the past uhhh i dont know twelve minutes?” “uh huh, really specific there (y/n)..” (y/n) just grins.

(y/n) stares at the llama socks and whispers, “i think theyre watching me…” jonathan stands up, urgently, asking who is while looking outside. “…the llamas bro…” jonathan looks at him as (y/n) makes that goofy grin. that goofy grin lit up his heart and he realizes what this whole thing was about. he sits next to (y/n) and give him a shy smile.

“ok so um..” jonathan thinks for a moment before blurting out, “i think im in love with you?” (y/n) jolts up and looks at jonathan. “i dont think ive eaten anything today. should i be worried? will i die?” “did you even hear what i said?” jonathan laughs and touches the other guys hand. “i. am. in. love. with. you. does that make sense??” (y/n) just looks at jonathan then looks at his hand and then the door. “if you really love me, get me food my guy.” jonathan sits dumbfounded as (y/n) says that, wondering how he even fell in love with the guy, before laughing. “alright, deal i guess??”

jonathan goes out of his room a little embarrassed, while (y/n) was doing something wild most likely. as soon as jonathan gets back with the food, you have already made a nest out of blankets and pillows on the floor. “what…??” jonathan takes a second before speaking again, “what are you doing?” (y/n) raised his hand, telling jonathan to stop speaking.

“i made a nest and i love you too loser.” (y/n) sits on the floor in his new nest, cuddled up in a ball. jonathan was too stunned to speak. he had to think about what was happening and almost dropped the chips he had in his hand. “so, you made me get food, built a nest, and now you say you love me??” “well..” (y/n) looks around, “yes? now get in.”

jonathan sits in the “nest” and (y/n) immediately pulls jonathan towards him, while sitting quietly. “you know you should brush your hair, its starting to look like an actual nest. jonathan starts laughing and fixing his hair. “is that better?” (y/n) looks at his nest below him and then looks back at jonathan, nodding to himself. “thatll do just fine.” (y/n) soft kisses his head.

jonathan looks around at the nest and then at the bags of chips before looking back at (y/n) again. “youre smoking privileges are being revoked after this.” jonathan laughs and (y/n) gives him a knowing look. “sure thing dude.. sure thing..”

[jcforsapphics]

stranger things 5x06 thoughts

Suzie's siblings (?) I'm obsessed

Bro Suzie is like so done with them

Murray and Joyce together are just so iconic

HOPPER IMMEDIATELY CLOCKING IN THE MONSTER AS THE DEMOGORGON

They're talking about one lol- I've been suspecting since a few episodes ago that Vecna is actually one and honestly that does not ruin my theories at all

Bro I feel so bad for El what's going on

I wish we had more scenes of Dustin and Steve, I really love their friendship and it feels like we're not seeing them as much this seasons

Robin and Nancy can NOT be strictly platonic, there's no way

WHY TF DID WE GET AN EDDIE AND DUSTIN HUG BEFORE A STEVE AND DUSTIN ONE??

I'm so obsessed with Erica

Amricantendo.

The way Suzie knew exactly how far away Dustin's birthday is... We need to actually see them together at some point

"What's the internet?" "Don't worry about it"

I just realized that's the episode I kept saying Steve is going to die in, we have 15 minutes left, I hope I was wrong-

Steve was a lifeguard for three years??? I love this man

NANCY STARING AS STEVE TOOK HIS SHIRT OFF AND ROBIN SMILING AHH (but like, me too nancy girly)

MY HAPPINESS WAS VERY SHORT LIVED WHY IS THIS THING GRABBING STEVE BACK DOWN

I love the dynamic between Robin, Steve, Eddie and Nancy, absolutely the group we deserve

NANCY IMMEDIATELY JUMPING AFTER STEVE AND THEN ROBIN JUMPING TOO AND EDDIE ALSO JUMPING BECAUSE HE JUST DOESN'T WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE KSJKS

come on Steve fight that thing you can do ittt

Apparently he can't-

What. The. Actual. Fuck. Absolutely fucking not, bring him back.

[misaverawrites]

hey hey!! first wanted to say your writing is amazing and you are so skilled! i come with a cyberpunk/silverhand idea -- after the game ends (specifically The Sun ending) obvi Johnny and V part ways, and V inherits the Afterlife. my idea is that she keeps herself very low profile but also remains friends with Kerry and goes to dives to perform with him when at one gig REAL Johnny shows up after looking everywhere and it's a whole reunion with mutual pining and maybe a little reunion spice?🥵💦

When We Meet Again (Johnny Silverhand x Reader)

summary: You and Johnny find each other again, even after you were separated.

tags: SMUT, reunion, mentions of death, bar bathroom sex, there is actually a plot to this lol, kissing, hugging, bent over a bathroom sink, sexual jokes, Johnny has a body, Reader is called V, use of the word cunt, oral (f. receiving), choking kind of, Johnny makes you watch him fuck you

a/n: bro you just requested this and it sent my ideas going wild bro also thank you so much 😭😭😭 this is literally 2.4k words of my love for Johnny so I hope you all enjoy it!!!

Becoming a Legend sure is a kick in the ass.

It was all you had ever wished for and now you sit in a seedy bar that, thankfully, isn’t The Afterlife. Kerry by your side, the both of you praying that no one would notice you in this shithole. Any semblance of alone time is a blessing for the both of you. 

How did Rogue do this? You didn’t even think you’d survive the gig from Mr. Blue Eyes, but, fortune favored the bold apparently. After losing Johnny, somehow surviving surgery, and now being the main proprietor of The Afterlife, you had it all. The only thing strumming through your mind is how much you missed Johnny, spending five months with him changed your life in so many ways and all you could do now is think about him. He drove you crazy and you missed him like hell. Sometimes, you’d get together with Kerry in these shitty little bars and play some SAMURAI songs with Denny and Nancy, for old time’s sake. You sometimes wish he’d just pop in, just once. Of course, that’d also make you think you were going crazy again.

You hear the door open and look up to see Nancy, who alerts the bartender, “So, you guys excited to play again?” Kerry rolls his eyes and pushes his hair back, aloof as always. Must come with superstar territory, you joke to yourself and look to Nancy, giving her a warm smile and nod, “Yeah! Denny gonna be here soon?” Nancy nods as she goes to set up on the stage, “Should be here in a few, she sent me a call on the holo!” She calls over to you as you finish your drink and hop off of the barstool to go help Nancy set up for the show.

“You know,” She says quietly to you, “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I haven’t seen Kerry so happy in a long time. He really enjoys doing these.” You scoff a little, “He doesn’t seem…” She shakes her head a bit and gives you a smile as she tunes your guitar, “It’s the fame. I do it too, Night City is cruel, likes to take away things you care about, you’ll figure that out now that you’re in charge of The Afterlife.” If only she knew… You thought to yourself: If only she knew how Night City had already taken away too many people from me: Johnny, Jackie, Rogue… You sigh to yourself as she places a supportive hand on your shoulder, just for a second before taking it away, Denny walks in, sending you a polite smile and a wave which you quickly return to her. Kerry downs his drink quickly before making his way over to you all on the stage, applying his eyeliner as he walks.

“How the hell do you do that?” You ask quizzically and he laughs a bit, “Years of practice, kiddo. You’ll get it one of these days.” He makes his way onto the stage as you all finish setting up, a small crowd has formed, it’s usually pretty low-key at these events but word gets out sometimes. “Hey, guys! Good to see you here tonight!” You call out as the lights dim, and the crowd cheers with support. People had gotten used to you performing as Johnny, and you’d quickly found your way around SAMURAI’s guitar notes and vocals, the DeLuze Orphean still feels preem in your hands, the way the strings burn slightly into your fingers as you begin to play and the crowd’s excitement grows quickly. You had developed a small group of fans as the new “vocalist” of SAMURAI, which was officially, still not a band but more a relic of the first quarter of the 21st-century.

C-Can you feel it?

Can you touch it?

Get ready ‘cause here we go!

The lyrics burn at your throat like a fire that cannot be easily quenched, you watch the crowd, their cheering combining with the noise of the music into a cacophony of passion.

Not backing down!

Never backing down!

Not backing down!

Yeah!

Your smile is wide as you and Kerry turn back to back, singing together and playing guitars side by side, you’re so caught up in the vibrant atmosphere until you see a familiar figure walk in, the red hue of sunglasses catching your eye. You pause, just for a second, to stare.

Johnny fucking Silverhand. It was him, somehow, in your life again. Somehow alive again. Really alive, with a body and everything. You might have cried on stage if you weren’t so dedicated to doing this and letting him see you do this. 

Suits run when I come undone!

Can't kill me, I'm zero and one!

Add justice to the people's math!

Blaze your way down the rebel path!

Your eyes are glued to Johnny and he’s grinning, with a wide, child-like smile at you. You’ve never seen him that happy. You really hoped this was him, not some sick fuck trying to make money off of a lie. Your mind raced through any number of reasons why this couldn’t be Johnny, you couldn’t let yourself be vulnerable yet, not after the past seven months of running for your life from a seemingly inevitable, premature death.

C-Can you feel it?!

Can you touch it?!

Get ready cause here we go!

C-Can you feel it?!

Can you touch it?!

Get ready cause here we go!

The song comes to a close quickly, “Thanks for coming guys! We’re gonna take a quick ten-minute break and come back on!” While there’s a collective bit of confusion from the crowd, there is no argument. You liked this crowd more than the mercs at The Afterlife, you’d decided. Less whiny.

You run off the stage, looking at Johnny with your own eyes. “This isn’t real.” You whisper as he shakes his head, “It is, do you finally wanna see my cock?” He asks, chuckling to himself as you gasp, glaring at him. “Okay, I’m gonna ask you something only the real Johnny would know.” He takes off his sunglasses and rolls his eyes, but nods to let you proceed, “Okay before we left for Mikoshi, what did I tell you that I wish I had gotten to do with you.” He chuckles throatily, “Are you sure you want me to answer this around other people, because what I remember you saying is,” He raises his voice about an octave, to mock you a bit, “Oh, Johnny! I just wish I could feel your hot, impressive cock in my cunt, really bending me over this bed, or I really wish that I could ride your cock on a stage.” Your face flushes and tears threaten to fall from your eyes, this is Johnny Silverhand, your former brain parasite. You wrap your arms around his body, and it feels exactly as you thought it would. His hands rub at the small of your back, comforting you as you sob into his chest.

“H-How are you here?” You asked, looking up at him with wide eyes, “I’m not sure,” He says quietly, “I just woke up and I’m in my body. My living former body.” You shake your head in disbelief, if this was a dream, it was fucked up on your part. You pinch yourself hard and gasp at the pain, not a dream in the slightest. You grab onto Johnny’s tank top and bring his lips to yours, he’s alive and you’re not going to waste a minute more.

“Where are you going, V?” Kerry asks you as you drag Johnny into the bathroom, a smirk growing on his lips, “I’m taking twenty, Ker! Play a song where you sing alone!” Kerry looks quizzical at your rushing, you’re normally never like this but he accepts this answer as you shut the bathroom door and lock it.

“I’ve dreamed about this for so long.” You murmur, as Johnny chuckles, “Not as long as I have. I haven’t fucked in fifty years, you’re gonna feel this for a week.” Until now, his hot breath against your neck is something you hadn’t wished for. Your lips on Johnny’s an action that feels right, pulling away for air from this man that you have longed for? It only serves to feel wrong, you’d willingly die with Johnny’s lips on yours. Your hands thread through his hair as he lets out a quiet groan of approval, “I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.” You let out a whine as he chuckles, trapping your body between him and the bathroom sink, his hands trail the length of your body, working you out of your clothes, quickly, and expertly. You’ve technically, never slept together but he knows everything that makes you tick, everything that turns you on. He unbuckles his belt with a pronounced click, and his pants hit the dirty floor of the bar bathroom, he spins you around, “So fuckin’ wet, I’ve barely even touched you. You miss me while I was gone?” 

You feel hot at his words and as you feel his fingers dip in between your thighs, lapping up the nectar, which now covers his fingers. He brings his fingers to your lips, “Come on babe, open your mouth so you can taste yourself.” Your lips part, almost on command as you feel his hard cock, growing and pulsing against the small of your back. As you suck on his fingers, his lips come to your neck, kissing it at first, tender, something you’d never believed Johnny would do. His small, tender neck kisses lead to bites, not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough to make you weak in the knees and grow your arousal. Kerry’s going to have a field day teasing you about this. “Spread your legs for me, come on, V.” You part your legs, and expect his cock to slip in without much fanfare, silly considering this is Johnny. Johnny’s lips quickly come off of your neck and travel down your body, before ending up at your arousal. His lips tease at your clit, surrounding the bundle of nerves, your legs are weak as you hold onto the sink for any kind of leverage, “Fuck you taste so damn good,” You hear his growl as his tongue slips inside of you.

As Johnny tonguefucks your cunt skillfully, you cannot help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world. His hands grip against the flesh of your thighs, and it isn’t until you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, flushed skin, the peak of Johnny’s head, practically drowning in your most sensitive parts, it almost brings you to the brink of an orgasm right then and there. “J-Johnny! ‘M gonna-- gonna cum, Johnny!” His name sounds incredible when it falls from your lips, “Not yet, baby.” He croons, sliding his tongue out of you. You whine with a hint of frustration, causing him a small laugh. “I want to feel the way your cunt tightens around my cock when you cum, so you’re just gonna have to wait a little bit longer. His cock throbs against your skin and you feel Johnny bring the head of it to the heat that burns between your legs, the feeling of wetness slicking your thighs as well as Johnny’s face. The head of his cock presses against your pussy, slicking it as he pushes it inside of you with a deep groan.

It’s been fifty years for him, this all on its own is perfect. “So damn tight around me, fuckin’ perfect.” He whispers into your ear as he thrusts his cock inside of you. His hand comes to your neck, not wrapping too tightly, just enough to cause a gasp in surprise as he forces your head to face the mirror, “You’re gonna watch while I,” He hits the most sensitive spot inside of you, causing you to gasp and almost making you lose control, “Fuck you senseless.” You nod, eyes trained on the mirror as Johnny’s hand moves from your throat to your breasts, he squeezes at the flesh, pinching your nipple in between his two fingers. You gasp at the sensation, the soft grip his hands have on you, it’s all too much. “Johnny, I’m-!” Johnny groans again as he nods, “Come on baby, cum all over my cock, all for me.” And with that, you come undone. The only sensation is that of Johnny filling you to the brim with his seed and your cunt, willingly throbbing around his cock. He pulls himself out of you, helping you redress into your clothes. The music outside tells you that Kerry is enjoying some solo time for himself to show off a little, you laugh as you clasp your bra behind you. “I missed you, Johnny… fuck, I can’t believe it’s really you.” He smiles at you, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your cheek. He kisses your lips, softer this time. Despite the fact that this isn’t a dream and this isn’t a joke, you don’t know if you can trust your mind enough to actually believe this.

“I’ve gotta go and finish the concert but… will you stay? Come with me to The Afterlife later?” You ask, almost scared that he’ll leave you again. He smiles a smile that you love more now that it’s really him. “Of course, I’ll stay. I wanna see how cool you look performing my songs.” Definitely is Johnny, you think to yourself, laughing softly. Before you go to unlock the bathroom door, he stops you with one more kiss, “Hey,” He speaks softly, it’s intimate, “I just want you to know, I’m never leaving you again.” You smile and kiss him once more before unlocking the door. Thankful for the confirmation that for the rest of your days, it’ll be you and Johnny.

[throwingselfoutwindow]

Headcanons I have

TK has really bad anxiety and depression (kinda canon but not as bad as I’m talking about) Carlos helps a lot but sometimes it’s just so bad he can’t get out of bed

When his mom died, it was really bad to the point he wouldn’t touch his food let alone get up for a shower

Judd had depression after his friend died and it slowly settled with talking to Grace. Some days are worse than others but he’s better, especially when he keeps on top of his meds

Marjan has a bit of social anxiety. She hides it well but it gets bad sometimes. It started in middle/high school because of her religion. (She’s not ashamed, obviously, but she does get squirmy around certain people)

Paul can have really bad dysphoric days

Those days everyone makes sure to call him “man” “bro” etc. it helps a lot more than they think and he’s really greatful to have such supportive and loving friends

On a happier one, Mateo is a mamas boy (not in the way of the mom being “I’m his first love” to their son way. Like a Percy Jackson way)

Nancy loves it bc she loves Mateo’s mom

Nancy and Mateo’s are actually best friends

Grace can, will, and has drop kicked a man

Paul and TK regularly have arguments about if NYC pizza or Chicago pizza is better. (“DEEP DISH YOU FLAT CEMENT BITCH” “RANDOM CORNER PIZZA SHOP WITH SLICES THE SIZE OF YOUR FACE YOU STALE TISSUE.” “… why don’t you guys make both and find out who’s is really better?” “SHUT UP MATEO!”)

Tommy and Charles grew up together and were childhood friends to lovers

Charles proposed with a ring pop bc it’s all he could afford at the time and Tommy laughed hysterically as she said yes (a few years later he replaced it with her wedding ring which was real and had Tommy is shambles because she thought it was so pretty.)

Owen, despite spending most of his time at the fire house in NYC, did his very best to go to TK’s school activities (theatre, baseball games, that short faze of being in band, and track) after all, he wasn’t the worst dad in the world, just not the best

Owen and TK didn’t have the best relationship when TK was in middle/high school but Owen really did try with his fight against his own depression from 9/11 and make sure TK knew it wasn’t his fault, but instead Owen’s for not doing more

Carlos had a hamster while growing up

The hamster was 12 years old when it died (it died cuz one of his older sisters accidentally vacuumed it up when it got out) (it was also bald and skinny af bc hamster are only supposed to live 2.5 years. No one in the house knows how it lived 12 years.)

Carlos cried for a week

Judd was a stripper at one point. He doesn’t talk about it ok?

TK found out one day and ended up throwing up from laughing so hard. Judd made him blood swear to secrety.

(TK tells Carlos ofc and Carlos, very quietly despite being in their home, says, “I know. He worked at a gay club. I saw him all the time there.” TK couldn’t breath from laughing again and called Judd up. Judd, to this day, gives TK pleading eyes when they get calls from clubs.)

TK and Judd are like this 🤞 and no one knows when it happened.

Everyone is scared when they are left alone for more than five minutes because once they blew up a bus.

Mateo and Nancy are kinky as fuck and no one expects it. (Yes Nancy pegs him.)

Paul is the known to save lives with his quirky smile and bad puns

Carlos, arrest Paul cuz he’s killin all the ladies