#post st4

[helpwhatsthis]

could I request smut of best friend Robin coming across photos of reader and Eddie sending one another nudes 😱 then later on reader and Robin sext?

eddies girl- r.b./e.m

thank you sm for requesting babes!

I changed it bc I am very picky abt my modern aus, but there are definitely still nudes and this is way better than sexting.

ignore the use of time period inaccurate toys!

disclaimer that there are no relations between eddie and robin! (if anyone tries to argue with me about robins sexuality, prepare to have a molotov cocktail thrown in your window ♡)

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robin had know she was fucked from the moment she saw you punch a russian in the face during summer of 85'.

she'd known she was even more fucked the moment she pulled open eddies nightstand in search of a song to save nancy.

before she could even move her eyes to the contents of the drawer, eddie had started screaming and running toward her. the tapes were forgotten from both of her hands when she gazed down to see god knows how many photos of one of her best friends in such... compromising positions.

if it hadn't been for steves screams to hurry up, and eddies pointed yet still terrified stare- she thinks she would have laughed from the shock of it all. because if she was a little more perverted (and a lot less rushed) it would have been like striking gold to her.

she can't deny to herself how many times she'd thought about the small glimpse she'd had. once everyone was safe, and eddie and max had been released from the hospital, it was all she had thought about for days. she'd barely left her room. every time her eyes closed, she saw it. saw you. tied up to your headboard, eddies hellfire shirt bunched up over your tits, and his hands pressing on your stomach. your head thrown back in ecstacy.

and with the sight came the questions. would you ever, in a million years or another lifetime let her touch you like that? what would you sound like? do want to fuck eddie as much as he talks about wanting to fuck you?

now her thighs are clenching together in the dusk surrounding the lake. she feels like a preteen boy, about to blow her load in her jeans while you moan along with joan jett to cherry bomb.

how could she not? your eyes are glassy and bloodshot, smoke falling from your nose. your black bathing suit leaves nothing of your body shape to the imagination. but most of all, even in the low light she can see the dark hickies on your skin.

"she's so fucking perfect, isn't she?" eddie muses softly, his knee bumping her own. guilt immediately fills her being when she looks back at him. even though his skin is covered in harsh scars, and there's a fear lurking in his eyes, he smiles as he watches you.

he loves you.

and you love him.

"to the ends of the earth, teddy" you had whispered in the back of steves car while begging him to hang on.

"i- I mean yeah, sure-" she stumbles on her words, sure shes been caught staring for too long.

"cool it, buckley." he smirks, turning his gaze to her. "I know you want to fuck my girlfriend, there's no reason to freak out."

"I don't!" she blurts, probably a little too loudly when you and steve turn back to look at her.

"shut up rob," he laughs, smacking her shoulder. "I know you have a shitty sleep schedule, and you have work tomorrow. so me and the succubus are gonna head home."

"dick" you grit, reaching up to slap his ass harshly as he stands.

why the fuck is he covering for her right now?

she's seen how possessive eddie can get, even before his escapades in an alternate dimension. since then, they'd only increased tenfold.

"we'll finish this conversation later." he murmurs, leaning down and feigning a kiss goodbye on the top of her head.

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"-and she's lovin' him with that body, I just know it. and he's holding her in his arms late-late at night-"

robin groans, throwing her head back against the headrest of steves passenger seat. "alright, sorry springfield. I can't handle you tonight."

she reaches to turn down the radio, causing steve to fake a moan of agony.

"shit, robin. is this y/n. again?" he asks, glancing at her pitifully.

"yes, again." she snaps. "it's like she knows exactly how to work her way into the most minute crevices of my brain" she explains exaggeratedly with her hands.

much to her annoyance, steve just chuckles.

"and eddie knows-" she looks at him, finally allowing her fear to show through. she knows that some point, eddie had threatened a guy within an inch of his life, all because he heard from someone who heard from someone else that the guy had a crush on you.

she did not feel like having eddie threaten to put a pipe bomb in her mailbox. or whatever deranged shit came out of his mouth.

"and how would he know?" steve asks skeptically.

because all I do is stare at her boobs,

or because I stole one of her shirts,

maybe even because sometimes I wake myself up moaning her name in my sleep.

"I don't know." she lies. straight through fucking teeth. "but he told me he knows."

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"alright, I'll be back in a few." you huff, grabbing eddies keys so that you could pick up steve and some take out. "love you, bubba" you hum, pressing a short kiss to eddies lips that makes robin painfully aware of being the third wheel.

"love you too." he smiles blissfully as he watches you walk out the door. it takes less than a second for him to turn back to her, cheshire grin upturning his lips. "let's get down to business-"

he wiggles his brows at her, causing her to roll her eyes. "and what would that be, edward?" she snaps, looking anywhere but his face. she knows that if she looks at him too long, she'll become a sobbing, apologizing mess.

"well, all three of us are off thursday." he shrugs. "and wayne is going out with some fishing buddies-" he smirks, biting his lip as he leans toward her.

"that means y/n and I are gonna have that new, big nda money house all to ourselves... unless of course you wanna come over?"

and she can see it vividly now, playing behind her eyelids. she's not stupid. she nows eddie fucked you on every surface of the new place after you'd bought it with your hush money.

it's a nice place, a really nice place actually. it's no harrington mansion, but you have eddie have a big plush bed on the second floor.

she wonders what it'd be like, to fuck you the king size bed you share with your boyfriend.

"and what would happen if I did come over?" she bites the bullet, looking skeptically at eddie. she almost wishes she hadn't when she sees the victorious look on eddies face.

"well y'know, it's not like I've put too much thought to it-" he laughs, eyes lost in thought as he absent-mindedly picks at the couch. "but you probably come in and find her tied to one of the kitchen chairs, wand buzzing against her puffy clit and begging someone to fill her up."

and she can almost hear it then, the loud buzzing and your whines for him.

no, for her.

"and of course I'd be mean, tell her no. and you'd get to play the hero, making her cum over and over on your pink cock."

there's a burning in her stomach, and she almost cries out when she clenches her thighs.

"god robin, she gets so wet for you. I make her tell me about how she wants your fingers inside and your tits in her face when im fucking her."

and she can't suppress it then, a soft moan pulling from her throat. she pulls her knees under her chin, peering up at him through teary eyes. he smiles, almost warmly as he claps a hand on her shoulder.

"so come over, or don't. s'up to you darlin'."

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her hands are shakey as she reaches to close the mirror on the visor, letting out a huff of anxiety.

"you're really gonna do this?" steve ask, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"I guess so, and if it's horrible I'll call you when you're on break and make you come pick me up." she shrugs, looking back out the window.

"It's not gonna be horrible, rob." steve states, even though he knows very well that his is definitely out of her comfort zone.

she's so lost in her own head that she barely notices when he stops the car in the driveway.

"oh god-" she murmurs softly, gazing at the front door.

"It's just eddie and y/n, you'll be okay." he promises, reaching out a squeezing her hand.

the walk to the door feels endless on her trembling legs. she almost can bring herself to knock when she finally reaches it. but she does.

"It's open!" she hears eddie call from inside.

before she even has the door all the way open, she hears you cry out.

"eddie, please." you beg, hands fisting your binds and hips trying to wiggle away from the vibrations. it's a fruitless effort, only adding stimulation to your swollen cunt.

your beautiful. it's a simple thought, and the first thing that occurs to her as she stares into the the living room.

she thinks that eddie must have the self control of a god, being able to write nerd shit in his notebook while you're tied up and jerking around like that right in front of him.

"god eddie, please make it stop." you pant, body slumping and pushing your clit into the toy harder.

he only smiles, reaching out and turning it up a setting. you practically scream, head falling back and making her knees feel weak.

"come torture her a bit, buckley." he smiles at her. "lose the clothes on the way." he hums, going back to his notebook.

and she's waited so long to see you like this that she obeys without a second thought, striping down to her underwear and sitting beside him on the couch.

from here, she can see all of you. you're chest is heaving so hard it makes your tits bounce. there's visible tremors running through your belly. and your cunt, fuck. it's leaking everywhere and your puffy clit is twitching against the head of the wand.

"r-robin-" you choke, voice broken. "please make it stop?" you you beg, tear filled eyes pleading at her.

"oh y/n." she hums, reaching out to wipe the tear tracks from your cheeks. you push into her touch, and jerk a second later when eddie flicks the handle of the wand.

"make her cum." he says, relaxing back into the couch with his arms behind his head.

"how?" she asks, not able to tear her gaze from your clenching hole.

he sits up wordlessly, reaching for the clasp of her bra. he stops, eyes asking for permission. she nods, and seconds later the material is falling from her chest.

the sound you make is strangled, wanting nothing more than to feel the hard buds of her nipples against your tongue.

"do whatever feels right?" eddie shrugs.

and so she does, standing from the couch and pulling down her panties. your whining, body keening toward hers as you watch her undress.

she can help herself, hands caressing your face and she guides it so that your chin rests on her sternum.

it almost feel natural as she moves her hands to the sides of her breasts, pushing them and effectively smashing you between them.

and she giggles, fucking giggles, as you sob into her skin.

"can I kiss her?" she asks shyly, looking over her shoulder at eddie.

"you can do whatever the fuck you want to her, robin" he grins.

the next thing you know, her mouth is on yours, her tongue running along yours. you don't even notice her moving, so consumed by her mouth. she drops on your lap, folds warm and wet against your legs as her hand wraps around your neck.

"f-fuck" you cry into her mouth when she squeezes slightly.

and then she's in a daze, hips rocking against your mound and causing you to thrust into the vibe.

you take her tit into your mouth, nearly biting at her nipple and making her moan.

"oh fuck, that's it y/n" she gasps, hands tugging your hairs.

"go on and cum for her, baby." eddie encourages, reaching out and squeezing you knee.

it's euphoria as you let go. cunt clenching and feeling your pulse everywhere. your deaf to your owns screams of pleasure, deaf to both of their praising words. it's just wave after wave of bliss.

when you come to, the wand is clicked off. your head is resting on robins shoulder and her hands are rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"come on, princess. buckley isn't done with you yet." he hums, beginning to untie you.

"your getting payback for that teasing." you threaten, making robin laugh.

"oh yeah, and how is that?" he smirks.

"when is steves next day off?" you smile devilishly up at robin.

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[withacapitalp]

Stranger Things Daily Drabble: House and Home

Or the one where I have Eddie make a big, over the top, gesture.

There was mold in the sink, and cracked tiles on the bathroom floor. The living room had the most disgusting shag carpet Steve had ever seen, and he was pretty sure that the lock on the back door didn’t actually work. 

The house was, in a word, a mess. 

The thing Steve couldn’t figure out was why Eddie had brought him here. He had dragged Steve out of work the second the clock hit five, and, instead of being annoyed, Robin had just given them a thumbs up and started closing up the store all on her own. She hated doing that, and she always bitched whenever Steve ducked out early, especially if it was because of Eddie. Ever since he had started crashing on her couch, they had been even more inseparable, so Robin just letting Steve go without a word was incredibly suspect. 

There was something going on here. Something fishy. 

“So, why exactly did you bring me to a rundown old dump on the bad side of town?” Steve asked with a raise of his brow, mentally preparing himself for some kind of prank or joke. 

Eddie laughed nervously and chewed on a piece of his hair, rocking back and forth on his heels. More signs of potential nonsense, Eddie was worried. 

“It’s not that bad,” Eddie said in lieu of responding and Steve’s eyes narrowed. 

“A strong wind would blow this place down, Eds.”

Another nervous laugh, and more hiding behind his hair. Dustin was definitely about to pop out in a scary mask or Max was going to swing down from the rafters and knock him down to the ground. Something was going on. 

“Who even owns this place?! Are we trespassing?” Steve demanded to know, his hands on his hips. He was in “full mom mode” as the kids liked to say. No nonsense, no shenanigans. If Eddie had just broken into some decrepit old abandoned shack to try and scare Steve, then he was going to be sleeping by himself for quite a few weeks. 

Steve wanted the truth, and he wanted it now. 

“We own it.” 

Steve was…not prepared for that truth. 

“Well, me, but, us. We. If you wanted,” Eddie tacked on, glancing frantically from Steve, to the roof, then Steve again. It was like he wanted to know how his boyfriend was reacting, but he also couldn’t stand seeing it. 

“What?”

Steve heard his voice, but he didn’t remember speaking. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the concept of ‘us’ and ‘house’. 

“Okay I know you said that you didn’t want to come live in the trailer after everything went down with your parents, and that was totally your choice! I don’t want to like stick myself where I don’t belong. I know that living with Robin has been fine and you’re okay with it, but I thought that you might want something a little more permanent than your lesbian best friend’s couch.” 

Eddie was rambling. Eddie rambled all the time, but he was rambling even more than usual now. He was bouncing up and down in place just like Dustin normally did. In any other circumstances, Steve would have found that incredibly cute. 

Steve couldn’t feel a thing. 

“It’s definitely a fixer upper, but I thought that the kitchen was big enough for you to be able to make family meals the way you like, and we could put some flower boxes in to hide the rotting window sills. With a little work, it could be great!” Eddie explained with a slightly desperate smile, jumping around the room and gesturing to things as he mentioned them. 

Steve forced his open mouth shut, manually taking a breath in through his nose and pushing it out. Eddie’s smile finally dropped, and his entire body sagged in disappointment. 

“You hate it. Oh my god of course you hate it. You grew up in Loch fucking Nora and I bought a death trap in the sticks without your permission. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done this without talking to you. I just thought that your parents are jackasses, and you deserve the home you never got to have, and-“

Steve cut Eddie off by taking two steps forward and pulling Eddie into the tightest hug he could manage. 

“You bought me a house,” Steve said, finally managing to make his brain work enough to say something, anything, to try and convey what this meant to him. 

All at once when Steve looked around he could only see the potential of what it could be. He could see the walls in a fresh coat of paint, soft green or deep navy, with pictures all over. They would have marigolds in the window, and a table wide enough for Eddie and the kids to play all their campaigns there. 

It was a house, and it would be theirs, and Steve was going to have a house with someone who loved him enough to give him a home. 

His breath hitched in a familiar way and his eyes burned as the enormity of the gesture washed over him in endless waves.  

“Steve?” Eddie still hadn’t hugged him back, still trying to figure out exactly how his boyfriend was reacting. 

“You bought me a house,” Steve cried, hiding his face in Eddie’s shoulder as he broke apart and the weight of the last three weeks finally hit him. 

Steve had acted like everything was fine. He had been completely calm when he showed up at Eddie’s trailer in the middle of the night, boxes packed in the back of his car and a black stain forever marking his heart. He hadn’t even argued when his parents had kicked him out, he had just walked. 

Steve had told the rest of their family what had happened like he was talking about the weather. He had lived on Robin’s couch with ease, and all the while he was pushing down any little part of him that had wanted to feel anything about what had happened. 

Three weeks of pretending he was okay, when he really, really, wasn’t. 

“You bought me a house,” Steve sobbed, finally letting go of the need to pretend. 

Eddie held him now, his grip just as tight as Steve’s was. They would probably both have bruises tomorrow, but neither cared. Eddie rocked them from side to side, tangling his fingers in Steve’s hair and hushing him until his crying died down and he was able to catch his breath. He pulled away and stared at his partner, marveling at how lucky he was to have somehow earned the love of a boy liked Eddie Munson

“So I guess you like it,” Said boy joked, and Steve nodded frantically, tears still streaming down his face as he grabbed both of Eddie’s cheeks and smothered the love of his life in kisses. 

“I love it. I love it and I love you and- and- you bought me a house!” Steve said with an exhilarated laugh. 

He loosened his grip on Eddie and began to walk around, thinking about where to put furniture and the best way to deshag the carpet. There was probably even a fantastic hardwood underneath it, and with a little work they could easily unearth that. 

I bought you a house,” Eddie said softly to himself, watching his boyfriend flit around the room with the first genuine smile he had seen in weeks. It was worth every single penny.

[lenorahills]

The consequences of pouring your heart out when others are listening…

[sh1tbird-shantytown]

By the time all the fighting against monsters era came to an end and their lives were peaceful for the first time ever, Max’s legs were fully disabled, Billy was permanently attached to an oxygen tank, and Steve had an eyepatch and hearing aids. After spending a few months doing nothing besides watching movies, football games, and playing Monopoly a sickening amount of times, they decided they needed something new. They had a comfortable sum of money they managed to ween out of the government. They were safe in their three bedroom double wide. The walls were thin and the fire alarms would start beeping as soon as the stove turned on, but it was home to the three of them. More of a home than either of them had ever had.

Steve and Billy shared a room. It took them a while to get along past awkward silences and childish bickering. But, eventually Billy let down some of his walls and Steve stopped the endless snark. Max lived with her headphones on most days. The boys were lucky if she exited her room and ate dinner with them in the beginning. And eventually they were inseparable.

But, eventually, they got bored. Max would get lonely with all her friends away at school while she got tutored from home. Steve and Billy wanted to work. They felt useless without responsibilities.

They went to the shelter after a month of endless wandering about each day trying to pin point why they all felt antsy.

“How are we supposed to decide which one we take home,” Steve crouched down as a plump puppy waddled it’s way over to him. It licked his hand and he laughed before looking up at Billy and Max.

Billy looked around and Max shrugged her shoulders. She bent down almost painfully to reach a different puppy by the right wheel of her chair.

Billy made his way over to a big cage in the center of the kennel area. A thin, raggedy looking Great Dane laid sprawled and panting happily before him. White hairs decorated her coat and one of her eyes were showing signs of blindness. Very similar to Steve’s dead eye. He smiled at her and spooked a little when her head suddenly popped up to look behind him.

Steve’s hand touched the cage and Billy looked up at him. Both their eyes wide as they made contact.

A worker seemed to notice their interest because a voice broke their moment, “This is Franny,” she patted the cage, “As you can see she’s blind in her left eye and she doesn’t walk too well. We can’t tell how old she is, but we know she doesn’t have the longest time left.”

Max had wheeled herself over and stuck a finger in the cage, face serene, “How much for her?”

The worker smiled big at the three of them circling the cage, “Free actually.”

Steve held onto Billy’s arm for a moment as he stood back up, “We’ll take her.”

Billy blinked back some tears that threatened to spill as Franny barked almost like the puppies around them. He opened the cage and sat to wait as she slowly stood up and walked to him. Her breath wasn’t pretty but he let her lick him anyway.

Steve sat by him as the lady went to grab the paperwork and he felt Max roll over to his other side.

“She’s beautiful,” Max ran a hand over Franny’s head and scratched gently.

Steve waved his patch at her and giggled like a child when she laid down and set her paw on his lap.

Billy laughed when she rose her pretty dark eyes up at him as she rested her head again.

“Welcome to the family, Old Girl.”

“You’re a sap, Hargrove.”

[m3talmunson]

The Last In Line, Ch. 1/6

AO3 :)

Okay. Maybe, just maybe, Steve's bites were worse than he wanted to admit. I mean what are you supposed to do when you're fighting to the death so the world doesn't end. To save your town, your country, your planet- you can't just give in to some injuries.

That is, until those things are saved. Until you've carried your fallen soldiers across the finish line, until the kids are safe, reunited with the people waiting for them. Nance has Johnathan, Dustin has his mom, Max has her mom, she has Lucas and his family too. Eddie has Wayne, who's even crying. Robin's parents are flinging themselves around her shoulders in the most passionate of hugs. Everyone has reunited, so Steve stands off to the side. He didn't have anyone to reunite with, so he just stood there.

That is, until the pain sets in and he couldn’t stand any longer, until he's doubled over onto his knees gasping for air, his sides stinging and stabbing violently. He vaguely heard Robin yell for help as he grabbed at the ring around his throat, the shock of his sides knocking all air out of his lungs. And then he went blank.

He woke up with another gasp in a hospital bed. The oxygen mask on his face wasn't so forgiving though. He was held back by the IV attached to his arm and the cords of the mask behind his neck, combined with the searing pain in his sides.

Just as quickly as he sat up, he was pulled back down by the pain.

His lungs felt full again, but his side were still searing. He could feel new bruises on his knees from toppling onto the gravel. Steve was so completely confused. He was fine a moment ago. He was beaten and bruised and a maybe little eaten, but he was fine, right?

"Mornin' sleepyhead," A familiar voice said next to him.

Steve finally started to look around.

"Eddie?" The word just spilled out of his mouth.

"Hey hey hey, Stevie," Eddie said pretending like it was actually anywhere near morning. "Robin just headed off to the vending machine, she's gonna be pissed that she missed you waking up."

"Eddie- Eddie did I not get to you soon enough? Why are you in here?"

"Oh don't worry big boy, you were the hero," he chuckled. "You got to me just fine, still, these government guys wanted everyone who got injured down in the battle checked out. Kept throwing around the name Dr. Owens like it meant something to me. You're the one who needed it. You and Max are the only ones from our little group staying very long I'd think."

"Me and Max..? Who else is in this place?"

"You and Max are here for treatment, Dustin, Robin, Nance, and I are all just in for 'observation.' Although, I've got another night in this place" He put air quotes around the word observation like he didn't trust it. "Dustin , Robin, and Nancy all got off lucky though, they didn't even get put in a bed like us. Dustin's needs a cast, he's being put after 'priority patients', but that's it. Robin and Big Wheeler are just in to get a look at their lungs since they were held up by the vines and all."

"And Max?" Steve asked.

"She took quite a fall, but she's ok. Already started making sarcastic quips about it anyways. You saw her in her wheelchair before you... crumbled. Honestly you're in the worst state out of all of us, how did you do it Harrington? We've got matching scars, you've got a friendship necklace with Robin in the form of a ring around your neck, and you weren't even planning on getting any of it checked out, were you?" Eddie propped himself up on one elbow to level with Steve. "Why wouldn't you tell us it was so bad?"

"Can I be honest with you Eddie?" Steve began. "If any of you were more injured than me I think it would have killed me. It had to be me. It's better that it was me. And- and I wasn't hiding the pain, I was so... I was so focused on everything and everybody else I think I just... forgot to feel it?"

With that being said, Eddie turned onto his back as he scoffed.

"'Better that it was you,' Christ Harrington. Weren't you the one who told Dustin and I not to be heroes?”

"What, are you mad at me?"

"Take a wild guess, Steve. Have you even looked at your fucking sides? They almost started to get infected, and wounds that big with an infection could have killed you!"

So, Steve finally looked down. He instinctively sucked air in through his teeth at the sight.

"Yeah, they couldn't even put a shirt on you after they took the makeshift wrappings off. You couldn't stop wriggling even through the sedation. They cleaned them but the nurse is coming back with bandages soon. I'm not sure Robin didn't leave just because she can't bear to look at them anymore."

Eddie was right. The demobats took more than just a couple pounds of flesh. Steve's entire torso was red, even where it wasn't bitten, just from the aggravation. Steve tried to sit up some more, but he could only wince and fall back onto the pillow.

"That's exactly what I'm talking about Harrington, we're both on the same drugs and you can't even sit up straight. And you carried me right out of hell like it was nothing. You ignored your own pain like a madman. I'm starting to believe you had a death wish!” Eddie rolled over completely.

Before Steve could respond the nurse came back in, Robin in tow.

"Oh my god Steve, Stevie, you're awake!" Robin immediately went to hug him, catching herself last minute. "Hold on, bad idea."

"Yes, bad idea," The nurse responded. "Let's get these bandages on you, huh? They've got a numbing agent, but the morphine has barely touched the pain I assume?"

"Barely knew I was on it," Steve retorted, Robin wincing at his comment.

Steve demanded Robin's hand as the nurse put on new bandages. Every new sensation on his inflamed skin made him inhale sharply and squeeze the shit out of Robin's hand. If she walked out of that room with a bruise on her right hand, she wasn't going to tell anyone.

"Numbing agent my ass, holy shit." Steve pressed his face into Robin's hand, apologizing to the nurse under his breath.

"Dunno how you're getting away without stitches." Robin muttered. She had a hard time taking her eyes off of the red puffy patches of Steve's abdomen, and yet she wanted so badly to look anywhere else.

"Oh, we would have stitched him up if it wouldn't heighten the chance of infection." The nurse didn’t look away from her working hands as she talked.

Robin and the nurse passed a couple of pleasantries, a couple jokes thrown in there to lighten to mood, but Steve could only peak out from under Robin's hand at Eddie's back, his hair up in a bun over his head. Even with the searing pain at his sides, Eddie's cold shoulder was somehow felt worse. He only moved when Robin followed some joke up with 'Right, Ed?'. He didn't laugh, only muttered some iffy response and nodded his head. Steve looked back up to Robin's face in time to see her roll her eyes and turn her attention back to the nurse.

Steve only pressed into Robin's hand harder, until she traded which hand was in Steve's and combed newly freed hand through Steve's hair.

"Rob, the hair-"

"Hasn't been styled for a day, cool your jets Dingus."

"Wait wait wait, how long was I out?" Steve started. "When did I fall?"

"Two days ago Harrington," Eddie piped in from his bed.

"You were out pretty good." The nurse went back to cleaning around the bandages, making sure they'd stick down. "You're probably gonna be around for a while, sorry about that."

"Nothin' I didn't do to myself, I guess." Steve threw that one in just to appease Eddie. It got the older boy to at least turn his shoulder back, so Steve would call that a win.

"I have to go soon Stevie. Once Dustin gets his cast on, Nancy and Dustin and I's observation ends, and we're considered visitors. Visiting hours ended an hour ago. Promise me you'll be ok until morning? I'll be back first thing; you'll barely have missed me." Robin shared the news reluctantly. She didn't really want to leave his side.

"Don't worry about me Robs, I'm in good hands, or whatever." The nurse shrugged politely at his comment. "Besides, I've got Eds here to keep me company tonight." Steve nodded in Eddie's direction, the most physical exertion he was willing to do.

As if on cue, Dustin burst through the door, immediately fumbling on his crutches to rush to Steve's side.

"I'll be out of your way, but head out soon, okay?" The nurse asked and headed out down the hallway.

Nancy held the door open as the nurse walked out. She hung around in the doorway.

Steve's attention on Nancy allowed Dustin to sneak attack. He punched Steve in one of the only visibly-unbruised spots on his arm. Previously unbruised, that is.

"Don't you ever. fucking. DARE. do that to me again!" Dustin tapped Steve's arm with his fist on every emphasized word. "I thought we were losing you, you dick."

Dustin's head sank down to Steve's arm where his fist splayed out to hold onto Steve like a buoy in a storm. Steve opened his mouth to speak and Dustin immediately cut him off.

"No, no, no! You don't get to apologize until you've gotten out of this place. I'm not accepting an apology until you're okay- until you’re out of here. It's not happening."

"Ok, Henderson. I'll write a real good one while I'm stuck here. Don't you even worry about it." Steve wrapped the arm that Dustin hadn't laid his head on around the smaller boy, hoping it was worth the pain it sent shooting up his side.

"C'mon Hendy," Robin used her new favorite nickname for the freshman. "We gotta get going. We promised your mom you'd be back by nine."

Steve rolled his head over to the clock where the hour hand was just past eight, and maybe Robin was right. Steve slunk his arm back to his side. Maybe the numbing agent was doing something. Nancy stuck around for a second as Dustin and Robin headed out the door. She stepped farther towards Steve, stopping a couple feet from the end of his bed.

"Look, Steve. I'm not gonna say you didn't scare the shit out of me with that collapse, but... I know you Steve. You're going to bounce back. Make sure you bounce back, please." She put a hand on the guard rail on the side of Steve's bed as she begged for Steve to get better. It sounded more like wishing than knowing.

"I'll bounce, Nance. Promise." Steve rested his hand over Nancy's. "Just needed that thump on the head, ok?"

That seemed to put Nancy's mind at ease, so she slipped her hand away and nodded a goodbye to Eddie before walking out. Steve saw her pass Dustin a crutch and head off as the door closed. After the loud crash of the door closing, Eddie didn't waste one second to comment on it. Steve had barely noticed Eddie turning back to face Steve.

"Once again, these cynical eyes..." Eddie muttered.

"Stop it, Eddie. I'm over it, like I told you. It's nothing. We're over."

"Sure thing, sweetheart. Just, bounce back. If not for her, then me."

"For you Eddie, for you."

[shipperssafehaven]

lucas sinclair angst can be something so personal

[audhd-nightwing]

Hiii! For mini fic ideas: Steddie + roadtrip. Gas station dialogues or sing along in the car for some cheesy song or whatever really, roadtrip is such a wide concept

Thank you)

let me just say i ADORE this concept ty

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steve didn’t know how he had ended up driving eddie “the freak” munson across the country for college tours, stuck in his Beemer in the summer heat and listening to heavy metal as the other man stared out the window and babbled on about some book called The Hobbit.

well, that was a lie. steve knew exactly how he got into this situation and it was entirely dustin and robin’s fault. when the Party was out for lunch one afternoon (after they had begged eddie and steve to drive them, and steve decided to bring robin along), robin and eddie ended up talking about college.

with everything related to the Upside Down and vecna over after el killed him and shut the gates for good, eddie felt it was a good enough time as any to go to college (even if he was a few years late). robin excitedly explained where she wanted to go and why, and suggested schools eddie should look at.

meanwhile, steve’s thoughts drifted to his own high school diploma, which sat dusty in a box under his bed (he didn’t like to look at it before; he never thought he’d have a chance to actually leave Hawkins) and pondered touring a few colleges himself.

dustin seemed to notice steve’s absence from the conversation and prompted,

“what about you, steve?”

“hm?”

“are you gonna look at colleges?” dustin repeated.

steve considered this before shrugging and failing attempting to look nonchalant. “i guess i might as well, right?”

he, unfortunately, missed robin and dustin’s matching conspiratorial grins.

“why don’t you and eddie tour a few colleges together then?” robin asked. steve froze, then looked at her suspiciously.

“what about you?”

robin flaunted, “i already know where i’m going, dingus” and smirked, which was about the time steve realized robin and dustin had purposely set him up. to go on a road trip. alone. with eddie.

not that steve disliked eddie! it was actually the opposite; he was disastrously into him. and sort of… simultaneously came out and admitted he found eddie hot to robin in the back room of Family Video when eddie stopped by and steve had acted like a flustered mess in front of her.

and then of course he had to tell dustin, because the kid would definitely find out anyways (genius that he was) and be upset steve didn’t tell him. and when steve did tell him, dustin said he was just happy that his two older male friends didn’t hate each other anymore.

so now steve had to deal with the consequences of his actions and not bash his head against the steering wheel when eddie tied his hair up or bit his lip when it was quiet for too long or took his fucking shirt off because “it’s wayyy too hot in here, big boy. i would’ve expected a rich kid like you to at least have working A/C in his car.”

steve didn’t think he would make it through this trip alive (and it had only been 2 hours).

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sorry i didn’t write much “on the road” stuff but i really like this and think i might end up making an actual fic for this. if i do i’ll link it here :]

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

make this place your home (Joyce & El)

A/N: This isn't much, just a little post season 4 drabble of El calling Joyce mom for the first time!!! Hope you enjoy 💜

Pairings: Small mention of Mileven and Jopper

Summary: Joyce checks in on El as they're all getting ready to leave the cabin, and she's met with a warm surprise.

Tags: Just fluff, nothing else!!

Word Count: 801

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

They were back at the cabin now, gathering their things and checking for anything within the half cleaned up cabin that could be of any use to them once they got into town. The first priority of many of them was to check on parents and family, while the rest would go to the hospital and school to pickup Lucas, Robin, Dustin, and Steve. Next, they would start gathering people up and getting them to the safest places possible, or even convincing them to leave town, whichever worked out best. A fight was coming, and soon, and they need everyone to be prepared for it.

Joyce was going through the place and taking a moment to talk to everyone individually, make sure everyone was at the very least in the right mindset. It was a silly thing, actually. Asking if they were okay. None of them were okay. None of this was okay. But that wasn't what she meant when she asked it each time and they all know that as well. "Are you okay?" as in, "Do you need to sit a moment? Do you need a hug? Do you need a shoulder to cry on right now? Is there something you need to talk about?"

The answer to most of that for everyone would be yes, but the difference between yes, right now and yes, but later is key. She'd sat for a long moment with Jonathan and Will, something needed not just for her two sons but also for herself. She hugged Nancy and she leaned on Hopper. Now to find Mike and El again. She was going to speak to them earlier, but last she saw them, they were outside by the side of the cabin, holding each other and speaking quietly. Joyce hadn't wanted to interrupt their private moment, especially when it seemed like moments like that would be few and far between for all of them going forward.

She peeked her head into one of the empty bedrooms and found El there. She was standing in the middle of the room, a dirty glass Coke bottle in her hand, and she was staring blankly at the wall, like she was lost in her thoughts. Joyce walked into the room with quiet steps and approached her, gently placing her hand on the young girl's shoulder.

"Hey," She said softly as El startled. "It's just me."

"Sorry." El said with a sigh, pulling her arms up and around her torso, as if to hug herself. She looked on the verge of tears but she was trying to hide it, giving Joyce a wobbly smile that faltered seconds after it showed up.

"Oh, c'mere, sweetheart." Joyce tells her softly before tugging El into her arms and holding her tight, her heart reaching out for the girl she's come to love as her own daughter.

El immediately wrapped her arms around Joyce and gripped the back of her shirt with her free hand, her face burying into Joyce's shoulder as she started crying. Joyce held her tight and rubbed her back soothingly, shedding a few tears herself as El sobbed against her. They stood there like that for a few minutes, El letting it all out as Joyce whispered quiet reassurances and held her through it.

After awhile, she pulled back slightly, looking up at Joyce, hiccuping slightly. "I'm s-sorry about that." El said.

Joyce shook her head. "There's no need to apologize, honey. There's nothing wrong with needing to let things out sometimes, especially with everything that you've been through. Okay? There's nothing wrong with crying." She told her.

El nodded and looked down for a moment, turning the bottle over in her hands before speaking. "I would...like to keep this. If that is okay." She spoke softly, looking up at Joyce hopefully.

Joyce wasn't really sure what the importance of the bottle was, but it's not like she was going to say no. "Yeah, of course. Of course you can keep it." Joyce nodded and El smiled, a real one this time, if small, and hugged Joyce again.

"Thanks, mom." El said. And with that, she pulled away and walked past Joyce, leaving the room and leaving Joyce just standing there, shocked.

Warmth filled her entire body and a beaming smile spread across her face, her hand coming up to land right over her heart. Tears sprang to her eyes and she shook her head, chuckling to herself. Then, she left the room as well and went to find Mike. But the smile stayed on her face, the moment replaying in her head as she ventured further into the cabin.

That was the first time El had ever called her mom.

[asphyxiatedredherring]

I wish I was into writing because I have so many ideas but I hate actually putting them down. The current fic that exists only as a slow turning rotisserie chicken inside my head that has been infected by steddie brain rot.

The idea stems from a friend of mine that was stuck in a shitty situation. She'd come over to my house and stay and sleep in my bed with me always on the side closest to the door and my pocket knife on the nightstand in reach just as extra assurance even though she was safe in my house. She says that's the only way she could sleep back then.

This gave way to my shower idea of Eddie going to Steve in the middle of the night from comfort because Steve is more experienced with the upsidesown and how to cope with it. Hurt and comfort of friends just for a good nights sleep slowly developing into a relationship with the nail bat symbolizing security.

[yellowdevilkitten]

This is so random omg but this wouldn’t leave my head. So at dollar tree today is heard a little boy ask if he could get a ducky(I believe he was talking about the peeps lol) and his sister say no and all I can think about is this but Erica and Lucas Sinclair.

Erica and Lucas are catching up over a glass of expensive ass wine Erica managed to get at the liquor store for half off. They have drunk three cups each a little tipsy. Erica says something that triggers Lucas to ask her if she remembers that one time at the dollar store.

“what one time at the dollar store, nerd?” Erica asks eye brow raised in question but still somehow looking sassy as ever.

“Gosh, I don’t know our ages but I asked mom for something and you said no.” Lucas says dismissively like he doesn’t want her to know what the hell he’s talking about.

“Well?” Erica asks prying for answers. The thing is though she’s pretty sure she knows what Lucas is talking about but she wants to see the basketball player squirms.

“it’s god,” Lucas moans out then says. “I was like seven and you were three, I asked for peeps I think it was but I called them duckies,” he says a small chuckle leaving his mouth before continuing.

“I don’t think mom heard me but you did and being the little asshole sister you were you said no.” Lucas finishes with a little laugh and a wistful look In his eyes thinking about the time when they were little and knew nothing about how fucked up the world could be.

Erica let’s out a laugh despite herself. She knows she should be upset at her brother for calling her an asshole but she’s just so happy to talk about their childhood before the upside down. Especially since they haven’t had much time to talk with Erica being busy with school and Lucas being busy with being an amazing jock-nerd and husband.

it’s just the facts that Lucas and Erica both love each other even if they act like they’re begrudgingly nice to each other.

[mozzzz05]

I did not just almost shift but have to stop my self because I was like 5 seconds away from a panic attack, fucking palpitations man

[helpwhatsthis]

no bc imagine the angst potential for eddie surviving, and the stress of helping him through recovery starts to physically affect his SO (whether steve or reader) and the side effects make him think they're cursed by vecna.

it would start with horrible nightmares, so he wouldn't think much of it because everyone is having them.

they can barely make it through the night without waking up screaming or sobbing. it's gets so bad that they don't even want to sleep anymore, opting to drink lots of coffee and forcing themselves to stay up.

it's not that much of a struggle either, even though they're exhausted. they would much rather stay awake and watch him breathe peacefully than sleep and relieve him almost dying.

he barely notices bc he's always tired and is sleeping a lot due to the healing he's undergoing.

the exhaustion would turn to headaches, which he definitely does notice. he's not concerned about it being vecna yet, because he knows they suffered injuries of their own and that they aren't sleeping well.

they continue to get worse, turning into full on migraines that never seem to really go away.

finally, the stress of carrying out everyday activities while in that amount of pain would cause them to start having nose bleeds.

at that point, they would go to the doctor. they would obviously be told what's wrong and be given medication to help them sleep better.

they don't tell eddie, because they don't want him to feel bad for needing their help and causing any stress.

but they also don't take the meds, because they're to scared to fall asleep and see eddie getting ripped apart.

so they do their best to hide the nose bleeds, and if he does see it, they pretended its fall allergies. but he's skeptical, and it starts to worry him that something isn't right.

he doesn't want to admit to himself that he's scared they're cursed, but it's starting to cross his mind more and more. the bloody tissues in the trash keep piling up, and the amount of tylenol in the bottle keeps going down.

he finally freaks one night when they keep flinching. after about the millionth time he asks, they tell him that they keep seeing something walking in the hallway.

he loses his shit, forces their headphones on their ears and calls everyone.

with the music playing in their ears, and eddie not listening to them that they're fine (they're definitely not), they start to cry and end up falling asleep.

and it's the first peaceful sleep in months, even though they wake up in the hospital. they find out that joyce forced eddie to take them.

from then on, eddie is very adamant that they get into a sleeping routine. he even asks hopper to call owens to see if he knows a therapist that they won't have to lie to.

luckily, he does.

and over time, the nightmares stop. the headaches stop. the nosebleeds stop.

vecna is dead. all that is left is for them and eddie to heal together.

[withacapitalp]

(Part of my rockstar Steve AU! Check out the other parts here)

Two mixtapes. 

Two mixtapes, which is twenty songs in all. Wayne told Steve that Eddie had dozens and dozens of songs written, even gave him one of Eddie’s notebooks, which were more precious to him than gold these days. Only four songs from his mixtapes were in there. The rest were shadows, ghost songs that would never be sung. 

His mixtapes. 

Could they be counted as his if he had stolen them? If he hid them away every morning where he knew no one would ever find them? If he only listened to them when he was sure Robin and the kids wouldn’t come sneaking through his window? 

The mixtapes should be Wayne’s. Hell, Steve could ask Jonathan to help him make a copy. Wayne would want a copy, Dustin too. They wouldn’t mind Steve keeping the originals, the ones with Eddie’s messy scrawly handwriting. They both would just want to hear Eddie's voice again, listen to him when he was at his happiest. Steve didn’t know how to copy mixtapes, but Jonathan was the type who would. Jonathan wouldn’t mind helping him. Not with this. 

But Steve didn't ask. 

He didn't ask, because that would require telling Jonathan that the tapes exist, and Steve isn’t ready. He isn’t ready for the questions that would come with it, and the inevitable confessions. Steve had always worn his heart right on his sleeve, his skin was paper thin no matter how many times he had tried to harden up. Jonathan would know in a heartbeat. He would figure out exactly why Steve had stolen the mixtapes from Gareth’s abandoned garage. It would be written all over Steve's face, because he still cried pretty much every time he listened to those stupid tapes. 

And there was really only one reason a preppy jock like Steve would  cry while listening to heavy metal. 

Once Jonathan knew, Nancy would know, and if Nancy knew, then Mike would find out, and the whole party would find out within the night.

Steve wasn’t ready for that. 

He wasn’t ready for questions that didn’t have answers. Wasn’t ready to address the ache that seemed to have taken up a permanent residence in his chest. Wasn’t ready to think about the way he slept with Eddie’s vest under his pillow, and Eddie’s voice in his ears. 

He wasn’t ready to let go. Not yet. 

[lengthofropes]

STRANGER NICER THINGS 📕 series

[elmaxed]

robin's face after eddie delivers the big boy line is so funny to me.

[steveshairychest]

Eddie 'flattery works on me' Munson goes bright red and loses his ability to say anything other than 'thank you' in the softest voice he's ever spoken in when Steve praises him in any way. Sometimes, he doesn't even know what to say because his brain goes offline; it blue screens and leaves him with nothing but flushed cheeks and a shy smile.