#steve and argyle do

[queenofshenanigans]

(Cross-posted, with a few minor edits, from bsky)

A post there reminded me of my headcanon (stolen from my own childhood) of single kid Steve who played board games on his own, with rules only he knew then, and only he remembers now.

He gets so confused playing board games with everyone later on, because they don't know stuff like when you go to jail in Monopoly you can't get out Until you've freed all your pawns from Start in Sorry. If you go bankrupt in Monopoly before then, you can challenge the Banker to a speed round of Uno (if you play a Draw 4 on the first round, you take over the Bank and automatically get Boardwalk + any hotels or houses Boardwalk).

There are more, more complicated rules that include different combinations of board games, but no one seems to understand, and tell him he's making things needlessly complicated (which is HYSTERICAL coming from Eddie & the rest of Hellfire after they made Steve sit through a 30 minute lecture on THACO and backstab rules, not to mention why he couldn't do a fireball as a fighter, the one time he played D&D with them).

Robin gets most of the rules, but her attention span for board games is worse than his is for movies, so they rarely play any, and Nancy refuses 'your twisted idea of Game Night' after that time they play TwisterOfLife: TroublePursuit Ed. when they'd 1st been dating.

It's not until Jon and Argyle finally make it to a Game Night that Steve finds his match. You see, Argyle is also an only child with his own rules for board games, and unlike the other only children in the group, he understands on a soul level what Steve does: the fun of board games was in combining them into the most chaotic versions of themselves, and then using them to crush your friends, enemies, and stuffed animals into defeat.

The rest of the party, who to this point has only ever seen the most chill version of Argyle, watches as the two of them engag in all-out warfare that leaves the Harrington house in shambles by the time it's done almost twenty hours later.

The winner?

Steve's old stuffed bear, fished out from the attic.

Steve maintains, as he had in the fateful Coup of 1976, that Snuggles had cheated. Argyle agrees.

[morganbritton132]

Steve and Argyle hang out alone together for the first time because all their friends are busy. The next day when they separately talk about the night to their friends, everybody thinks they fucked.

To be clear, they didn’t.

They watched a bad movie, ate pizza with weird toppings, got high, and then fell asleep listening to music in Steve’s room. That’s all.

But when Robin asks about how the night went, Steve is just like, “Oh, yeah. Argyle is great. Love that guy. He’s insane in bed though. It’s crazy.”

And he’s like specifically talking about the one time he woke up during the night and saw Argyle asleep in the most uncomfortable position Steve has ever seen. He fully looked like a corpse at the bottom of a staircase.

He doesn’t explain that that’s what he’s talking about because a customer comes into the store and Robin is too shocked to ask, so now she thinks they’re hooking up. She tells Nancy about it.

Argyle does not help the miscommunication at all because when Jonathan cracks a joke about Steve being the worst, he says ‘nah.’ He thinks Steve is pretty epic in the bedroom (sleeping) because he can ‘rock the bed’ (by snoring). Then goes on about Steve’s morning breath.

Jonathan does not know why this pisses him off so much. Eddie, on the other hand, knows exactly why he’s annoyed by it.

[crypticmoon07]

Robin and Nancy should come together to set up Steve and Eddie

robin starts to get really sick off Steve saying he's found "the one" and it turns out to just be another airhead hook-up. Eventually Steve stops going on dates, starts spending all of his time with Eddie or Dustin (when he's not with robin that is)

So Robin decides that Steve needs a pick me up. They go on a girls day. Paint nails, go shopping, go for lunch, and gossip. Robin tries to set him up with a couple of girls that they walk past but every time he refuses, saying something like "if you find them so cute she should go date them" which is always followed by "unless you've got someone else in mind". Robin has no clue what he means by that.

whenever she tries to ask Steve what his type is, he just says he doesn't have one (which makes sense why he used to date pretty much anyone). Robin decides that she's gunna need help if she wants her hopeless romantic to get any actual , romance.

And just about the only other person who knows Steve as well as Robin, happens to be Nancy, I mean who else could figure out who would be a good pic for Steve better than his ex girlfriend, right?

After a little bit of discussing they come to the conclusion that Steve must be into nerds, I mean Nancy and Robin are both nerds, and Nancy says that one time she was sure that he had a thing for Jonathon (who is also a nerd) which brings robin back the time that she thought Steve was checking some dude out (when she confronted him he denied the hell out of it) which would make sense off why he hasn't been going on dates recently. Its extremely hard to find another fellow queer in Hawkins. (Robin would know)

Eventually they decide that Eddie would be perfect for Steve, he's queer, a nerd, they already hang out, like, a fuck-ton, and now that they think about it Eddie has defiantly been giving Steve the eyes. Maybe all that play full flirting was actual flirting.

They attempt to set them up, but they're kind of doing all the work themselves. they are always together, always sitting next to each other, giving each other lifts, pairing up whenever the group gets split up. But its not working. They still aren't dating, they aren't getting any closer than they were before, they aren't even flirting any more than usual. So Robin and Nancy spend the group split up's mostly planning on what more they could do.(they always ended up paired together)

They decide to rope in Jonathan and Argyle, maybe if they get them drunk or high enough then one of them would let a confession slip. but that doesn't work either. Argyle suggests playing some games. They play never have I ever, with some rather 'personal' questions to set the mood (they end up with a very drunk Argyle). They play truth or dare, they try to get Steve to kiss Eddie, he does, just on the hand (Eddie gets very red). robin gets dared to sit in Nancys lap, and well Robin has had enough alcohol for a lifetime so (with Nancys consent) she does it. It goes on like this for a while nothing happens, so they go to bed, they all stay at Steve's for the night.

robin wakes up in the morning to Eddie and Steve cuddling, she wakes everyone up and tells Steve that their plan finally worked. They final got Steve and Eddie to get together. They both just break out in laughter, they tell robin that they've been dating for a month, and have been trying to set up Robin and Nancy the entire time.

[harringroveera]

Everyone is a lil confused, Billy’s a lil turned on though

[girbirty]

Steve, robin, nancy, jonathan and argyle as scoopy doo gang

THIS IDEA IS INSANE. THANK YOU

[californiaboytoybilly]

[kennahjune]

Trauma bond? No. Bro bond.

Was having Steve and Lucas bro bond thoughts that accidentally turned into Steve whump.

…

Steve and Lucas bonding over sports more than anyone realized they ever would.

Like yeah, everyone knew Steve played basketball and was on the swim team in high school; that was practically his entire personality for a bit. But they never realized how much he actually /liked/ the sports.

Until he was geeking out with Lucas over a new play they’d thought of.

It was odd for them all to see Steve so excited. They watched on from their seats on the front porch steps. Eddie and Jonathan each had a beer, the both of them sharing a blunt with Argyle. Nancy and Robin sat on the steps below them, watching on while Steve and Lucas payed them no mind from the driveway.

It was almost comical— how the moment Lucas showed up on his bike Steve was up in an instant. After confirming it was indeed not a code red, Steve was quick to join Lucas. Especially after being told it was basketball related.

Steve had kicked his own beer over in his haste to get up.

Now Steve and Lucas were in the driveway, the garage door down (to prevent damage to the cars) and the Harrington’s basketball hoop out. Both were blissfully unaware of the eyes following them. Well, the eyes following /Steve/, it was more like.

Circling back the earlier thought; they’d never seen him to engaging in something. So excited. So…happy.

Which was really sad to think about.

“I’ve never seen him so excited over something,” Nancy said, speaking everyone’s thoughts.

Well. Except Argyle’s, it seems. “Nah, man. He gets like this anytime he starts talking about sports. We were watching a soccer game on TV last night and he was like— totally freaking out! Waving his hands around and talking a mile a minute.”

He took a puff of the blunt and passed it to Eddie, unaware of how he just tilted everyone’s worlds.

“Wait—“ Eddie took a drag and his voice was strained while he kept in the smoke “—he actually talks to you about that shit?”

Argyle hummed and looked at Eddie oddly. Eddie blew the smoke out and held Argyle’s eye.

“Yeah dude. All the time. Might help that I played volleyball back in Cali but— really, I just like hearing him talk. And I think he likes talking. He talks a lot.”

Argyle was getting extra talkative now, his sentences becoming shorter and more frequent. That’s how you knew he was high enough to not care.

“He’s never really been that talkative,” mumbled Robin, a sudden kind of dread settling uncomfortably in her chest.

Argyle shrugged. “Maybe you don’t talk about what he likes to talk about. He likes talking about sports. And romance books. He reads a lot of romance books.”

Well isn’t that something, Eddie thought. Steve Harrington likes to read.

(It brought up a distant memory from high school, from Steve’s sophomore year and Eddie’s junior year. Back before “King Steve” meant “jackass”.

“Well well, looky here, fellas! King Steve is gracing us peasants with his presence.” Eddie called mockingly to the young man sitting at the table in the library.

Steve— only 15 at the time, not 16 for another couple of months— looked up from his book with furrowed brows and a pout on his pretty pink lips. A pout that 21 year old Eddie would come to love.

Steve hadn’t done to much in the interaction. He more or less sat in silence while Eddie went on and on about something he couldn’t remember now.

When Steve had gotten up from the table, he doggy-eared his page (like a monster) and tucked the book under his arm. Eddie saw the title only briefly, “Forever Amber”.)

“Do we really never talk about his interests?” asked Jonathan to the sky, his head tilted up while he blew the smoke away.

They all startled when a series of shouts and laughs came from Lucas and Steve in the driveway. Eddie looked over in time to watch Steve pull Lucas in for a hug where they both patted each others backs aggressively. Eddie’s seen the guys do that at games. Some kind of weird bro-hug.

Eddie continued to watch when Steve bent down to pick up the rolling basketball. Eddie’s mind went other places quick enough when Steve pulled his shorts up a little higher. Robin smacked his calf.

“Seriously, you guys never talk to him about sports?” Argyle asked, flabbergasted. And I suppose he had every right to be. These were some of Steve’s closest friends. His boyfriend and his best friend! And they never got to listen to Steve rant about a particular basketball game from high school? About some specific swimming stroke and how it helped him win swim competitions?

They were seriously missing out.

Robin hung her head in shame and thought about it, her eyes misting over the more she realized that— yeah, she never talked to Steve about sports. Let alone his other interests. (Did he have other interests? That fact that she had to ask this question made her want to cry and hug Steve.)

Robin picked her head up and propped it in her hands. She looked on with everyone else as Steve and Lucas cheered about something or other.

.

Steve tossed Lucas the ball in the driveway. He bent himself at the knees and placed his hands on his thighs, breathing heavily.

“Alright, Sinclair. Hit me.” he smirked.

He and Lucas had been tossing the ball back and forth for close to an hour now, both excited to get this play right. Lucas dribbled the ball three times on the ground quickly before he set into motion.

Steve cut him off to the left, but Lucas swerved to the right so fast he nearly toppled himself over. Steve turned and jumped in front of him just in time to body slam him slightly. Not nearly as rough as he could’ve been, holding back because they were outside on concrete and Steve wasn’t going to be responsible for a concussion.

The ball rolled away into the grass, unnoticed while Steve gave Lucas a hand and pulled him up.

Lucas was taking heaving breaths, and for a scary moment Steve was worried he’d slammed him too hard and knocked his lungs around. It’s possible. That’s why Steve himself had an inhaler in the drawer closest to his bed.

But then Lucas was laughing, and soon Steve was to.

“Dude! How’d you do that? I’ve never seen anyone move like that man!” Lucas praised over his heavy breathing. Steve chuckled and took his own deep breaths.

He clapped Lucas on the shoulder, grabbed the ball, and steered him towards the porch. “Plant your feet next time.” He felt a ping of anger and sadness at the words, but tramped it down.

It was only when he’d reached the porch with Lucas that Steve realized they were alone outside. Had everyone gone inside? Did sports seriously bore them so much that they just up and left? The thought made something bitter churn in Steve’s gut.

Whatever.

He led Lucas through the door and dropped the basketball on the porch by the door. It was muddy and his floors were going to remain white for as long as possible thank you very much.

They both left their shoes by the door and traveled to the kitchen, Lucas talking about how fast he’d ducked and wanting to know what Steve meant by planting his feet. Steve agreed to another playing session the next day with a grin. It was nice to have someone who enjoyed what he did.

He tossed Lucas a bottle of water from the fridge and made sure the kid drank it all. They sat with each other at the counter for a minute, Steve idly sipping his water and listening to Lucas’ still heavy breaths.

“Damn, I still can’t catch my breath man.” Lucas laughed lightly.

Steve smiled and set his water down.

“Wait here, don’t do anything stupid.”

Lucas gave him a two finger salute as he walked off upstairs. Steve was sure to avoid the living room and was quick to grab the aforementioned inhaler from his drawer. He jogged back into the kitchen and sat next to Lucas one more.

“Ok, so I’m assuming you know what an inhaler is.”

Lucas nodded, staring at the inhaler in Steve’s hand oddly.

“I don’t have asthma,” Lucas said matter-of-factly.

Steve chuckled. “And neither do I. But there are times where you get knocked around too much or too hard, and it can rattle your lungs. I found that out the hard way when I was 14 and had my first asthma attack. My lungs had rattled so much they got trapped between my ribs and my mom had to take me to the hospital.”

Lucas winced. “Seriously? How the hell did you manage that?”

My dad got a little too rough, Steve thought. But decided against saying that, obviously. He smiled and shook his head. “Not important.”

Steve uncapped the inhaler and gave it a good shake. “Ok, I’m assuming you know at least a little about using one of these but one things for sure, you’ve gotta fix your posture.”

Lucas immediately straightened his back.

Steve went on explaining about how curling into yourself like that basically compressed your lungs and made breathing harder.

He held the inhaler to Lucas’ mouth and instructed him to breathe in and hold it for as long as he felt he could before releasing slowly.

Lucas did as instructed, and after no more than two puffs Steve instructed him to simply keep his back straight and take deep breaths through his nose and to release slowly through his mouth.

Lucas left on his bike a few minutes later with a few snacks and an extra bottle of water in his bag. Steve told him to talk to his parents about getting him a medical inhaler if he planned to stick out basketball for all of high school. Steve knew how aggressive those kids could be, and while it wasn’t always necessary it was helpful.

When he closed the door behind Lucas he went straight to the living room.

Where apparently everyone had relocated.

“Uh.. hey?” Steve waved pathetically. He had really no idea what to do with the 5 pairs of eyes on him.

“Ok? Um— seriously why are you all looking at me like that? It’s fucking freaky.” Steve curled in on himself a little, folding his arms and hunching his shoulders.

Robin was the first to shoot out of her seat on the couch. Steve was given no warning before he was engulfed in a hug.

“Oh? Ok—“ He wrapped his arms around her tightly. “What happened, Robs? You alright?” he asked from where his face was tucked into her neck.

She nodded, but it was obvious something was wrong.

When Robin let go she dragged Steve by the wrist to the couch and sat with him. He looked at everyone else settled in the living room and raised an eyebrow.

“This isn’t like— an intervention or something, right?” he tried to joke. Argyle seemed to find it funny at least. Steve smiled at him where he sat on the floor by the coffee table.

Then there was an arm wrapping around his waist from the side Robin wasn’t pressed against and Steve wasted no time leaning his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“What’s up with you guys, huh? You’re quiet and it’s scary. I don’t like it.” Steve muttered the last part under his breath and more to himself. But Eddie squeezed his hip reassuringly.

“Nothing’s up, baby. How was everything with Lucas?” Eddie asked. Steve barely gave himself time to pause before he answered, “Good. He’s been moving a lot faster lately.”

He bit his tongue against the slew of words he wanted to spill about everything they’d done in that hour they’d been outside. Instead he said,

“Sorry. Totally ditched you guys for the ball.” He chuckled, trying to take the weight of the words off some. Eddie tutted.

“Don’t apologize, Steve. You looked like you having fun.” Came Nancy’s unexpected reply. Steve’s head shot up to look at her before traveling back to Argyle, who gave him a vague “go on” gesture with his hand.

“Uh..” He pulled his eyes back to Nancy. “Yeah, had a lot of fun. Um— you guys alright?”

Jonathan groaned and Steve watched Nancy hit him on the arm. They had a whole argument with their eyes before Nancy deflated. What the hell?

“Steve.” Jonathan started. Steve flinched slightly and didn’t relax when Eddie squeezed his hip.

He braced himself for the laughs, the jeers. Them telling him they didn’t care that he had fun and that they had to go.

“We’re sorry.”

Steve blinked. You’d think an apology that sounded so heartfelt would lower his inner walls a bit, but it only served to raise them higher. Because—

“What the fuck? Why?”

Jonathan rubbed the back of his head and let Nancy take the lead this time.

“For brushing you off.”

Steve blinked, his inner walls no longer rising but not lowering either.

“For not showing that we cared whenever you started talking about your sports and things.” Was Robin’s add-on from beside him.

Steve flinched and made to get up but remembered he was kind of held down by both Robin and Eddie.

“So this is an intervention? Guys it’s fine, seriously—“

“No. It’s not. Stop talking for a second and let us be sorry, sweetheart.” Eddie’s grip tightened again and Steve tried to find comfort in it like he normally did, but he was so uncomfortable right now it was unbelievable.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been apologized to. Not like this. Not with such sincerity.

It scared him, honestly.

“We’re sorry we didn’t bother trying to show interest in anything you did even though you always made sure to show interest in ours,” was how Eddie finished.

“Even with all the teasing you add in.” Chuckled Jonathan.

Steve found a bit of the comfort he was searching for.

He cleared his throat. “Um ok— so—“

“Not done.” Demanded Nancy.

Steve shut up.

“We’re sorry that we made fun of your interests and maybe made you feel like you couldn’t share your thoughts and feelings with us in fear of getting ridiculed.”

And good God if that wasn’t right on the money.

Steve swallowed against the tears that threatened to mist over his vision.

He laughed quietly instead. And maybe he looked like he was going insane but Jesus Christ— he couldn’t take this right now. He was not expecting a fucking apology after an hour of playing basketball.

What the fuck has his life turned into?

“Ok— done now?” he asked. And when nobody spoke up against him he continued.

“So um— thanks? For the apology? I guess— I guess I just don’t understand. Why are you guys apologizing when you didn’t do anything wrong?”

That got him a chorus of groans that made him curl into himself more. He hung his head and pinched his bottom lip between his thumb and pointer, a nervous habit he’d developed in middle school.

“Steve.” Robin gently said. “We have every reason to apologize and fucking grovel.”

Steve wasn’t given a single moment to protest.

“Sweetheart, what did you do yesterday when I was talking about my campaign?”

Steve looked at Eddie funny. “Dude I don’t know— I think you started talking about it while I was cooking?”

Eddie nodded. “And then you told me to hold on while you put the lasagna in the oven so you could give me your full attention.”

Steve blinked dumbly, not quite getting it.

“That’s the bare minimum, Ed. You were talking about something you really liked so I made sure you knew I was listening.”

And oh wow. It just dawned on him.

“Exactly, honey. None of us— except Argyle, apparently— have been giving you the attention you deserve even though you give us yours no matter what.”

“Steve you listened to me drone about types of cameras and film last week for three hours and didn’t complain once. I know for a fact that shit was boring to listen to because I’ve been told so by both Will and El numerous times.”

Steve stared at Jonathan.

“Ok, sure. But I don’t see— I don’t get— I don’t care that you guys don’t listen to me. Sports are complicated and yeah sure it kind of hurts when you scoff as if it doesn’t mean shit—“

Eddie’s grip tightened considerably.

“—but it— I get it. You guys aren’t obligated to listen to my shit. I listen to you guys because I want to. Because I like hearing you talk about things you’re passionate about. Like Nancy and that new article for the school paper about the different recipe for the meatloaf that makes it taste like dirt, apparently. Or how Polaroid cameras actually date all the way back to like— 1948. Or—“

“But that’s the thing, Steve.” Nancy cut him off. “You listen to these things and remember them because you want to. Because you’re a good friend and good friends listen. We—“ he waved her hand around to all of them “—have not been good friends.”

Steve swallowed around the lump in his throat while Nancy continued.

“The fact that you remember my exact words of calling the meatloaf dirt just proves that. Because we had that conversation, what? A month ago?”

“Three weeks ago.” Me mumbled uselessly.

Nancy sighed.

Robin sat up and took Steve’s face in her hands. “Stevie. We love you. So let us.”

And just like that, Steve was engulfed in a giant group hug.

He didn’t realize how much it’d affected him before now. How being scoffed at and made fun of— even if it was playful— hurt him so much that he’d just stopped talking about things.

When they pulled away Eddie kissed his forehead and Robin kissed his cheek. Steve giggled at the sudden affection.

…

Bonus:

The very next day, Steve saw the change.

Saw the change in how Eddie made sure to ask him about what he was cooking and then let Steve explain the process of a breakfast casserole. How Eddie simply smiled and even engaged with questions as if he was really interested. And maybe Steve didn’t completely believe he was interested, but that was ok. He’d come to his senses eventually.

Then at work Robin made a point to let him choose what they put on the TV for the day and didn’t even complain when he chose the Breakfast Club.

He was scared that they change would last no more than a week. That after some time they’d all go right back to how it was before.

But then a week passed. And two. And three. And then months we’re going by where Steve was allowed to rant and talk and argue about things like cooking and baking and basketball and soccer and volleyball and so much more because they would listen.

And then a year passed and it was April and it was his birthday and when he was surrounded by everyone— the kids, the older teens, even the adults— he opened a present and looked down at the book in his lap.

“Forever Amber”.

Steve will never admit to the tears that he cried that day.

…

Probably gonna do something like this with Lucas and the kids cause I love Lucas ❤️

Here’s that lol:

[lexirosewrites]

Day 6: Alpha/Alpha

for @stmarchmm

A4A Stargyle where Argyle is like “Stevie, you’re the baby alpha and I’m the daddy alpha because I’m so much bigger than you, so I’m gonna fuck you in your cute lil pussy (asshole). You may be an alpha, but you belong to me, so you’re my omega” 🥰

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Am I turning this into a bracket?? Idk maybe.

Again, feel free to make your case in the tags!

[thatswife]

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie: So, Chrissy's made out with Steve at a party once, I know for sure that Nancy's kissed Steve. . .is there anyone in this room besides myself who hasn't kissed Steve?

Of Jonathan, Argyle, Vickie, Steve, Chrissy, Nancy, and Robin. . .only Jonathan and Vickie raised their hands. Everyone looked at Robin in surprise.

Robin: *shrugs* I was curious. . .I still don't like men like that, if you're wondering.

Jonathan: Wait. . .Argyle, when did you kiss Steve?

Steve: A couple of months after he got here, he lured me into his van with weed, and we started talking about our hair. . . Well, one thing led to another. . .

Eddie: Damn. . .I feel left out.

Steve: Well, you can always change that.

Eddie: *to Chrissy* Baby?

Chrissy: *laughing* Go ahead.

Eddie leans over and kisses Steve.

Argyle: Schmackin.

Eddie: Vickie? You want a hit?

Vickie: *laughing* I'm good with only kissing Robin, thanks.

Steve: *grinning* I'm not for everyone.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddiemas Day 7 - Mall and/or Job

pairing: steddie | word count: 1,884 | rated: G

“Munson Residence, wha'd’ya want?” Eddie groans into the receiver.

Whoever this is better be someone super fucking important to have woken him up with their damn ringing. He’s surprised Wayne didn’t wake up too, but it’d be kinda hard to hear the phone over those snores.

“Eddie! Thank god,”

Oh. Steve! Very important, actually.

“Oh, hey Steve, what’s up?”

“Eddie, can you do me a huge favor?”

“Yeah, of course, what’s wrong?” he immediately spirals into what all could have gone wrong, what could be going wrong. Everything dark blue and cold, vine-y and the flashing of red lightning—

“Nothing, nothing–well, something.. Can you please run to my place later today and grab my lunch? I forgot it this morning and I know I’m not going to be able to run back and get it and get back in time to eat it before my break is over.”

“Your lunch?” “Yeah, I packed one this morning but left it on the counter. There’s a key under the mat and everything.” Eddie barks out a laugh, “Tryin’ to get robbed, big guy?”

“I don’t care about any of the shit in that house.” Steve scoffs. He shrugs even though Steve can’t see him. “Fair enough. Sure Stevie, I’ll bring your lunch; when do you want me there?” “Dude, you’re the best; My lunch break is right at noon, can you be here just before then?”

“Got it. Five to noon at Family Video.” he drawls out as if he’s writing the information down.

“Uh, actually…not Family Video..”

A short two hours later, Eddie finds himself among a throng of people inside Melvald’s. He has to fight his way forward at first, but the crowd thins out as he gets closer to the registers.

Damn, he’s not even that far into the store and he feels like he’s ran a mile.

“Ms. Byers!”

“Oh! Hello Eddie, what brings you here?” “Steve called and asked if I could drop off his lunch to him. Do you know where he is? I didn’t even know he was working here.”

Joyce just grins at him. It’s weirdly mischievous. “Only temporarily, he’s near the back of the store. Just head back there and I’m sure you’ll find him.”

“Uh..thanks. See ya later Ms. B.”

He wanders toward the back of the store through the aisles, but stops up short when a fake white picket fence blocks his path.

The whole back corner of the store has been covered in fake felt snow, a couple of those fake plastic trees like Steve’s (though these are a normal size), a candy-striped ‘North Pole’, and dozens of paper snowflakes hang from the ceiling between what seems like hundreds of string lights.

And there, sitting in the middle of it on a throne that looks suspiciously like the one he used to use during Hellfire, is Steve. Dressed in a Santa suit. With long white beard, big ol’ belt and buckle, shiny black boots..

“Psst!”

He’s got something stuffed into his Santa jacket to give him the right shape, and even some small half-moon glasses, but those sparkling eyes, the freckles, that one swoop of brown hair stubbornly sticking out from under the fuzzy brim of his hat, that’s all Steve.

“Eddie!”

Santa Steve is fully enraptured by whatever story the kid on his knee is telling him, their hands waving every which way but somehow missing smacking Santa right in the face. Steve just continues to nod along, then gives them a hearty “Ho Ho Ho!” when they try to squeeze their tiny arms around his fake belly.

“Eddie!!”

He glances over at the sound of his name, and sees Robin waving frantically at him from her spot at old school music stand-turned-podium. She’s got on some sort of outfit that honestly looks like it was supposed to be a jester costume, where’d she even get that from?

His feet start toward her, but his eyes fall back on Steve Claus, now posing for a picture with the kid who’s smiling so wide it looks like his face will split in half.

Managing to take his eyes off Steve for a moment, he sees Jonathan behind the camera, and that Argyle kid is crouched in front of Robin, talking to the next kid in line to see Santa. All three of them are wearing matching jester costumes.

Eddie steps up to her podium after Argyle and the new kid pass in front of him to see Steve, “Family Video not paying enough, Birdie?”

She rolls her eyes, “Well, the extra cash doesn’t hurt. Joyce asked us to help out.”

He nods at her, and finds his eyes drifting back to Santa Steve.

This kid is much more shy than the last one, tilting her head down and taking short glances up at Steve’s face.

Steve is saying something to her, a low comforting sound that Eddie can only make out the tone of. His one hand covers the entirety of her upper back, and his thumb is moving up and down to try and soothe her nerves. His head is ducked down to be more level with her, looking at her over those half-moon glasses.

Suddenly, the girl’s head snaps up and Steve leans back a bit. “Yeah?” he hears him say.

The girl grins, nodding her head like crazy, then she too is squeezing Steve into a hug. It’s so unfairly endearing, he can actually feel his heart swelling in his chest.

Robin speaks up then, “So..?”

“So?” he repeats dumbly.

“So wha’d’ya think, Munson?” 

“Does he need a Mr. Claus?”

He regrets the words as soon as they’re out of his mouth.

“Uh, wait, I mean Mrs.–Do you have— is someone going to—”

Eddie chances a look over at her…she’s wearing a smug, shit-eating grin. She leans toward him conspiratorially and mumbles out “I wouldn’t mind a Mrs. Claus myself.”

She leans back, still looking smug, but there’s a note of panic in her eyes.

He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “So would he.” he mumbles out himself, jerking his chin towards Steve.

Robin only shrugs “You never know.”

“You never—what do you know, Buckley?” he asks, stepping closer and pointing an accusing finger into her still smug face.

“I know that there’s some mistletoe hanging above the breakroom door.”

He’s confused for just a moment, then understanding floods through him, “You little—”

A short whistle interrupts his incoming tirade, and Eddie can see Steve Claus moving out of the corner of his eye.

“Sorry folks, it’s time for Santa’s Cookie break!” Robin calls out over the long line of people. “He’ll be back in 30 minutes though, don’t you worry!” the smile falls off her face as soon as she turns her back to them.

Eddie follows her, Jonathan, and Argyle toward the back rooms, “I’m gonna take a nap.” She says, “Tell Santa to grab me before he goes back.” She waves toward a door as she passes it and from the sprig of greenery hanging above it, this must be the breakroom. 

Robin takes a right down a turn in the hall, and Jon and Argyle push out the back door of the building.

He expects more of the same when he opens the door to the breakroom, for Steve to huff and grouse about the kids or the parents or something, but when he does, Steve is grinning ear to ear as he combs through his (now removed) fake beard.

“Hey Santa Stevie.”

“Eds!”

“I’ve got your lunch.” he holds up the brown paper bag for Steve to see. Steve nods, and lays the beard out on an empty chair, taking off his hat and glasses too and setting them both on top before stepping forward to grab the bag. “And you have hat hair.” Eddie laughs.

Steve’s free hand jumps to his head and scruffs up the long hairs, making them stick up every which way instead of just being plastered down on his forehead.

“Better?”

“Sure, big guy.” Eddie pokes Steve’s fake belly.

Steve chuckles, then heads to a table in the corner where he dumps out his lunch bag.

“So what’d Past Steve pack for Future Steve?” Eddie asks, plopping down in a chair kitty-corner from Steve’s. “Bologna and mustard sandwich, Doritos, and half of a leftover Hellfire cookie.”

“And a Coke,” Eddie says, taking a can out of his jacket pocket, “I grabbed one for you from your fridge.”

“Thanks, Eddie.” Steve smiles warmly at him. “You want some?”

“No way dude, you gotta get your energy back after dealing with all those kids, right?” Eddie says, waving him off. 

“Eh, some of them are little assholes, but most of them are really well behaved.” he’s ripping his sandwich in half, “Gotta impress Santa, right?”

He offers him one half, and Eddie takes it.

“It’s really not a bad gig, though the beard is itchy as hell…”

Steve starts talking about some of the kids who have come by in the last couple days of them doing this, having started on that past Monday, the 1st.

There were the kids asking for baseball bats, Lincoln Logs, Malibu Barbie, Rockstar Barbie (“Barbie’s a rockstar now?”, “Barbie can be anything, I guess.”), all the usual things.

Then there were kids that asked for actual Santa stuff, “I don’t want my mom and dad to get a divorce.”, “I wish I had some friends.”, “I want my grandpa to get better.”

“Makes me wish I actually was Santa, y’know? Then maybe I could actually help them.”

Eddie’s heart is definitely getting way too fuckin’ big for his chest.

He puts his hand on Steve’s forearm where it’s resting on the table between them. “You are a good man, Steve Harrington.”

Steve’s face flushes nearly as red as his suit. “Thanks, Eddie.” he glances above Eddie’s head then, “I better go wake up Robin, if she naps too long on top of the potatoes, she gets cranky.”

Eddie snorts out a laugh, “Yeah, better get on that.”

Steve stands up and tugs on his hat, not bothering to put on the beard and glasses yet. The fuzzy white band smushes a lock of his hair onto his forehead. 

“Hold on,” Eddie stands as well, reaching forward to tuck the hair under the bottom of Steve’s hat. “Now you’ll be ready to see your adoring public.”

“Thanks,” Steve laughs, walking with him toward the door.

And of course, Eddie forgot all about the damn mistletoe until Steve’s arm stops him in the doorway.

‘Jesus H. Christ…’

He glances over at Steve, then up at the offending plant.. 

Eddie looks back down, out toward the rest of the store where they’d be clearly visible in the doorway.

“I guess you owe me one, huh big boy?” Eddie chuckles, ‘Stupid plant, stupid Robin, stupid Ed–’

His thoughts are cut off when Steve tugs him back into the breakroom, moves him against the wall, and leans down to press a kiss to his cheek. The opposite to the kiss he’d given Steve three weeks ago.

Steve leans back, a smirk on his lips and a pink flush on his face. “Now we’re even.” he winks, then turns out the door to wake up Robin.

i may have actually kicked my feet and giggled about this one lmao

also, rockstar barbie mentioned here is from the 1986 Barbie and The Rockers set

also, also, i'm getting rid of the 'pre' before the steddie up top, you all know what's happening and where this is going lol - it's steddie.

other parts! Pt. 1 (Day 1) | Pt. 2 (Day 2) | Pt. 3 (Day 5) | Pt. 4 (Day 6) | Pt. 5 (Day 7) [YOU ARE HERE] | Pt. 6 (Day 11) | Pt. 7 (Day 13) | Pt. 8 (Day 18) | Pt. 9 (Day 21) | Pt. 10 (Day 25) also on AO3! this year

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billy’s mom waking him up while it’s still dark, whispering even though neil’s working the night shift. it’s a couple days before his tenth birthday and she’s telling him they’re going to have their very own adventure, just like the ones in billy’s books. she grabs an already packed suitcase from under billy’s bed and kisses him on the nose, tells him to get dressed quick. the two of them leave in an old beat up yellow bug that she managed to get for a third of the asking price and keep parked around the corner until now. they stay with friends and jump from place to place so neil can’t track them down. billy gets used to surfing couches and staying in motels.

he spends his tenth birthday in a diner, his mom gets him a big stack of pancakes and a milkshake with extra cherries. gets a candle out her pocket along with her silver lighter. sings happy birthday and pulls a face when the waitress frowns at them, just to make billy laugh. she sips at her coffee while billy tucks in. smiles when he holds some out with a “c’mon mama, share with me.”

billy thinks it’s neat. thinks it’s the best birthday he’s ever had.

they eventually end up with a place in california, a little bungalow near the coast and billy grows up with his mom. billy gets pretty shirts from the thrift store ‘cause his mama lets him do stuff like that. doesn’t call him a queer, doesn’t force a baseball bat into his hands whilst yelling at him for crying, for being a pussy. his mom lets him read and keep a journal and press flowers between the pages of the neverending story, she plays hendrix and dusty springfield and laughs when billy comes home from his friends’ house with his first piercing at thirteen. she doesn’t tear down his posters or yell when she finds him using her eyeliner.

and everything’s perfect. sort of.

they have bad days- billy’s mom has bad days. billy calls them gray days ‘cause that’s how the world looks when she’s like this. all her color gone. no singing-dancing in the kitchen or baking five different kinds of cake because she couldn’t decide which one was best, no last minute trips to the beach or sitting outside at night and telling billy about the stars. instead she’ll stay in bed, won’t go to work. she’ll stare at the wall blankly and look right through billy when he tries to talk to her. she won’t take the pills the doc gave her and billy doesn’t know what to do. never knows what to do. just chews at his lip until it bleeds, bites at his thumb until it’s red raw. he’ll get in the bed with her. lay beside her and just talk like she used to do with him when he had a nightmare. hum a song to her.

billy’s still pissed at the world just slightly less so. still has that anger and anxiousness simmering just below the surface and shows his teeth when cornered. he’s still hardened in a way that a kid shouldn’t be but. it’s different. there’s no neil. the only bloody noses he gets are at school, when he fights with the kids who call him a fag and a fairy, call his mom a basket case. he uses fists when they laugh and ask if she’s all there with a finger pointing at their heads, ask if billy will “catch the crazy.”

those are billy’s bad days. sitting in the principals office, icing his knuckles.

when he’s fifteen, billy manages to bag a job at the local auto repair by turning up every day and telling howie how good he’d be, that he knows cars and it’s all he wants to do and please please please. eyebrows pulled together, eyes puppy dog wide and hands clasped in front of him until howie grumbles, throws an oily rag at billy. says fine but billy’s gotta pay for anything he damages. someone brings in a chevy camaro and billy asks howie to let him help fix it up. does the begging again until howie laughs. says get a hold of yourself, kid, voice fond as he ruffles billy’s hair.

billy’s four months away from turning seventeen when the doorbell goes. he’s eating a sandwich and watching knight rider. he’s wearing the necklace his mom got him for his last birthday and- he answers the door. doesn’t think twice. freezes when he sees neil standing there. he looks different. hair a little shorter and more wrinkles. where billy’s gained weight, gained muscle, neil’s lost it. his eyes are a little sunken and he’s still got his wedding band on. he reeks of booze. billy has to remind himself to speak, just says “yeah?” his voice comes out small and neil smiles at him. smiles and billy feels this weird twist in his stomach ‘cause .. that’s his dad and he hasn’t seen him in years and it twists and twists and-

turns out. not much has changed. billy realises a little too late that neil will always be neil. they run again. have to leave everything behind. billy doesn’t get to say bye to his friends, to howie, to the car. they leave a lot of stuff behind and head in any direction away from neil. they both try to keep the mood light, take turns driving and play the tapes billy grabbed. they end up in indiana- hawkins. they stay at a motel until billy’s mom finds a place for dirt cheap. it has two bedrooms and a dingy bathroom, a living room slash kitchen and one hell of a damp problem. it’s dirt cheap for a reason.

it’s above a shop in town and- it’s fine. their landlord is an asshole but they’re together and they’ve got a roof over their heads. billy’s enrolled at hawkins high and his mom gets a job at the laundromat. he tells her that he doesn’t need to go to school, that he could just work and help pay the bills but his mom won’t have any of it. says that she wishes she had finished school and that billy’s too clever to waste it. that he has potential.

billy knows the reason she dropped out of school was because she had him. he just nods, rests his head on her shoulder.

it’s billy’s first day at school and his mom drives him to make sure he actually goes. he gets out the car and tries to shake the nerves off. straightens up and puts on his act. plasters a fake smile on his face and it’s working, he’s got most of the girls swooning and the boys at least seem curious. billy looks around and his eyes land on a guy leaning up against a bmw. his hair’s coiffed to high heaven and he’s wearing a polo, preppy as fuck but- pretty. it’s one of the first things billy realises about him, all doe eyes and moles dotted just about everywhere. he’s got a smirk on his face. not aimed at billy but the guy beside him.

pretty-boy walks over to him and billy raises an eyebrow, plays it cool. he introduces himself as steve and billy gets the idea that he’s top dog at hawkins high, is immediately proved right when they step into the building. king steve, freckles calls him. billy laughs- catches steve looking at him when he does and feels his face get hot. steve just smiles wider, calls billy california and tells him to sit with them at lunch. billy tries to ignore the way steve’s smile makes him feel like the rug’s been pulled out from under his feet.

he nods and steve grins. tugs at one of billy’s curls.

says “i think you’re gonna like it here, california.”

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I thought he was going to take Argyle (RIP) but turns out Steve is just going to take one of Jonathan's most defining hobbies... NEAT.

@jonathanbyersphd i updated this for you

[thestobingirlie]

[melodymunson]

Stranger Things the to do list chapters 9 & 10

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Chapter 9 the to-do list fuck like a beast.

Steddie x reader x Chrissy

You hang out at Steve's house with Eddie and Chrissy and end up having the best time with them as summer draws to a close.

Foursome, men kissing, wlw, pussy eating, 69, lesbian sex.

Instead of throwing an end-of-summer party, Steve had a small get-together instead. You were at his place with Chrissy, Robin, and Eddie, with Steve being the perfect host. After a nice dinner of steaks and potatoes with asparagus, you had cupcakes you had baked. Once dinner was over, you watched the movie The Great Outdoors. Soon after that, Robin left.

Eddie had the perfect idea to spice things up with joints. He had the best weed, and he was more than eagerly willing to share with everyone. As the joint got passed around, you watched some of the movie Revenge Of The Nerds.

“Why don’t we make things more interesting?” Eddie suggested having a few tricks up his sleeve.

“I’m all ears. Any brilliant ideas, Munson?” Steve asked with crooked brows before passing the joint to Chrissy.

She coughed and giggled as she took a huff and passed it to you.

“Well, I was thinking we could go skinny dipping in King Steve’s pool.”

You chimed in, “Perfect, I would love that. I have nothing to hide.”

Chrissy blushed five shades of red as Steve removed his shirt.

“Let's get you ladies into the pool, huh?” Steve haughtily suggested.

Standing up, you removed your skirt and shirt now only wearing your bra and panties. Chrissy boldly stripped next as Steve got down to his boxers. Eddie was soon undressed and was the first to go commando and finished his joint. Once he was done, he jumped into the pool, making a loud splash. Steve followed next diving, his nice peach ass on full display.

“Guess it's ladies last then.” You giggled playfully as Chrissy took your hand and walked with you still in bra and panties to the pool.

You counted to three together and jumped in. When you resurfaced, Steve and Eddie were nearby, smiling.

“Not playing quite fair, are we ladies?” Steve boldly stated as he noticed you were still in some clothing.

“I know, but not for much longer.” And with that, you took off your bra and slipped off your panties, throwing them to Steve.

He looked at them with a smile and put them over the edge. Chrissy finished undressing and put her bra and panties next to yours.

“I think you and Eddie should kiss Steve.”

This bold suggestion from you had Eddie and Steve raising their brows.

“If you and Chrissy kiss,” Steve replied nonchalantly.

Turning to Chrissy, you looked at her with hopeful eyes.

“Sure, but you and Eddie kiss first, but like you mean it.”

At Chrissy’s demand, Eddie grabbed Steve and embraced him. He moved his lips close until they met and they kissed deeply with passion. Chrissy blushed, and you clapped. Leaning into Chrissy you held her and kissed tongues tangling, enjoying it and even smiling into the kiss. She tasted sweet.

“Well, that was something. Let's just swim for a bit.”

Upon hearing Eddie’s suggestion, you swam a little floating and splashing around. When you and Steve passed each other, you gave him a good view of your chest and he licked his lips.

“Let's get dried off.” Your suggestion had Steve getting out of the pool. Soon, everyone dried off.

Back inside, you had a glass of water and took the stairs. Steve followed, with Eddie and Chrissy close behind. In Steve’s room, you took in your surroundings. His bed was King-sized which was no surprise. He had various posters hung up, and he had sports trophies, framed pictures, and a signed basketball.

“Nice room Steve. So I was thinking we could just hang out and whatever happens, happens.”

Sitting on his bed next to him you kissed as Eddie and Chrissy came into the room. Steve kissed you harder biting your lips as Eddie and Chrissy looked on with interest. Eddie boldly kissed Chrissy, and they sat on the other end of the mattress wearing just their towels. You removed your towel and Steve pushed you onto the bed, spreading your legs.

“Let me eat this pretty pussy.”

Eddie and Chrissy got more comfortable on the bed and they kissed, watching as Steve fingered you and licked slow circles on your clit.

“That looks like fun, Eddie.”

Eddie smirked at Chrissy before she got on all fours and threw her towel aside. Eddie leaned down, breathing in the scent of her pussy and licked her swollen slit. Meanwhile, Steve flicked his tongue on your sensitive nub now, two fingers deep, as Eddie devoured Chrissy’s pussy.

“Mm, this pussy is the sweetest. So fucking wet for me too, honey,” Steve boasted as he sucked your clit harder.

The lewd sound of pussy being eaten and finger-fucked was heard as Eddie pleased Chrissy’s sensitive nub.

“Fuck Chrissy, you taste and smell delicious!” Eddie spanked her ass as he added another finger, her slickness coating his thick digit.

Steve spit on your slit and rubbed it in as he fingered you deeper and met your lips in a kiss, letting you taste yourself. Chrissy’s whines and whimpers grew as Eddie pounded his fingers faster. Pulling away he licked his lips and kissed Steve.

“Let's switch Y/N.”

Chrissy’s idea had you smiling eagerly and moving positions so Steve could eat her out and Eddie could please your pussy.

“Yes, gotta taste you, sweetheart.”

“Fuck Chrissy!”

Steve was massaging her clit as Eddie ate you out with reckless abandon. He nibbled and spit on your pussy pushing your juices deep inside your walls. Your pussy clenched his fingers like a vice.

“Yes, Eddie, yes fuck yea!”

Your moans turned him on further, his cock no doubt hard as a rock now.

“That's right Chrissy, ride my face.”

Once they had their fill of your pussies, Steve and Eddie’s erections sprung free, towels now gone. You kissed Chrissy and smacked her breasts as you noticed their hard cocks.

“Let's give the guys blowjobs.”

Your suggestion had Chrissy smirking. She put her hair into a loose ponytail on her knees before Eddie. She licked his shaft kissing the tip as you sucked Steve’s cockhead. His taste was exquisite. His cock was made to be worshiped by you and you would put your mouth to good work.

“Yeah, that's it Chrissy good girl for me.” Eddie gripped her hair with his ringed fingers guiding her onto his cock.

Taking Steve deeper, you looked at him fluttering your lashes closed. Steve rocked steadily into your mouth being gentle with you as you hollowed out your cheeks. Eddie’s balls slapped against Chrissy’s face as she took him a bit more, adjusting to his girth.

“Shit, that's right honey perfect little cocksucker!” Steve praised you, his eyes not leaving yours as he fucked your face harder.

Massaging and cupping his balls you rubbed them. Chrissy was gasping for breath as she sucked Eddie off. You popped off Steve’s cock to say,

“Switch places.”

Chrissy moved over to Steve and licked his pretty balls as you did your best to adjust to Eddie’s big size. You knew what he liked just like that night you mouth fucked him at the Hawkins Community Pool. He was rough with you as you let him hit the back of your throat. Chrissy practically choked as she attempted to take Steve fully.

“Shit, that's incredible Chrissy!”

Steve’s praise made Chrissy try harder to please him. Soon satisfied, Steve and Eddie freed their cocks from your mouths and pulled each of you in for kisses. Eyeing the condoms in his bedside drawer Steve grabbed two handing one to Eddie.

“You ready for my cock, princess?” Eddie asked Chrissy as she looked at him with fluttered lashes.

“Yes, Eddie.”

Getting on her hands and knees she wiggled her ass showing him her slick as he began to unwrap and put on the condom.

“How about it, honey?” Steve asked as you looked at him with lust in your eyes.

“Definitely. Let me put it on.”

Taking the wrapper you ripped it with your teeth and put it on his hard cock making sure it was on securely. You knew Steve was clean and trusted him, but you wanted the extra protection even though you were on the pill.

“Fuck so tight, Chrissy.”

Eddie entered her slowly as Chrissy gasped. You were on your hands and knees matching Chrissy’s movements as you felt Steve’s hard cock enter your pussy. Eddie bottomed out and fucked Chrissy as he held her waist. Steve slammed into you filling you to the hilt.

“This pussy is so tight,” Steve enthused fucking into you with expert precision.

“Yes, Steve, pound this pussy!” You cried out as Chrissy fondled your breasts.

Sealing her lips in a kiss, Eddie and Steve ramped up their movements. They loved the way your tight pussies enveloped their thick shafts. Your pussies were like pure heaven to them. So warm and snug.

“Shit, Eddie, that feels spectacular!” Chrissy squealed as she thumbed your nipples.

“Yeah, you like that love this big rockstar cock?” Eddie boasted, proud of his manhood.

Eddie and Steve had the best cocks, and soon you knew you would be switching partners. The more the merrier, though.

“Kiss her again.”

Steve’s naughty request eagerly fueled you to kiss her deeply with tongue. His thrusts increased as you and Chrissy kissed, as did Eddie’s movements. Hearing Chrissy’s moans against your tongue caused you to cry out even louder.

“So fuckin’ hot!” Eddie groaned as he pumped away and watched you and Chrissy turn him on even more.

Tugging your hair Steve sloppily fucked into your wetness, the tightness and squelching sounds driving him wild. Meanwhile, Eddie was in pure ecstasy fucking Chrissy’s tight hole.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” You begged screaming for Steve as he hit your spongy spot.

“Yes, Eddie like that! Fuck, what if we switch?” Chrissy suggested in between loud whimpers.

Eddie stilled his movements inside as he looked at Steve.

“How about it, pretty boy Steve? Wanna fuck Chrissy?”

“Yes. So much. You okay with that, honey?”

Steve slowed his pace, eagerly awaiting your response.

“Yes, Steve. Very much so.”

He pulled out with a loud pop, and so did Eddie. They switched Steve lining up at Chrissy’s entrance. Eddie switched you over so you were on your back before sliding inside.

“So damn wet, sweetheart. Finally, get to fuck this tight cunt.”

He licked his fingers and rubbed your clit as you spread your legs wide. Eddie wrapped your legs around his shoulders as he thrust.

“Yes, Eddie, fuck yes, fuck that tight hole!”

Steve was fucking Chrissy erratically and slapping her pussy as his other hand kneaded her breast, pinching her nipple.

“You like that Chrissy?”

“Mm yes, harder Steve.”

Chrissy leaned down meeting your lips again as Steve fucked her faster and going deeper.

“Yeah, I love hearing your pretty moans. Both of you ladies,” Steve boasted as he slapped Chrissy's breasts and Eddie met Steve’s lips in a kiss.

“So fucking deep Eddie, that's right! Pound into me!”

Your lower body lifted off the bed as Eddie’s thrusts hit your G-spot causing you to scream. This was sinful and carnally delightful. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Kiss me, Steve.”

Chrissy’s plea had Steve kissing her hungrily as Eddie got you closer to your orgasm, rubbing your sweet spot.

“Oh Eddie, I’m gonna cum soon!”

“Me too, sweetheart.”

Your groans and the lewd slapping of skin against skin mingled with the scent of sex in the air drove you crazy. Eddie’s pace was becoming sloppy as he chased his high wanting desperately to cum.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum all over your chest and beautiful tits.”

Your moans increased as his fingers hit your g-spot and his cock twitched. Chrissy and Steve were fucking like bunnies wanting to find their releases.

“Shit Chrissy, wanna make you cum!”

Chrissy fingered her slit and rocked on his cock as Steve pounded her harder into his mattress. Eddie loved watching you come undone.

“Yes, Eddie yes!”

You came as he continued to fuck into you. Pulling out and slamming back in as Chrissy clenched Steve’s cock for dear life.

“Mm, that's right cream my cock!” Eddie urged you, peppering your face with kisses.

He fucked into you until he chased his high soon after and pulled out tossing the condom into the trash can. He stroked himself and spilled his seed over your breasts and all over your stomach. Collapsed in a heap with him, you watched as Chrissy cried out for Steve.

“Yes, that's right. Cum for me, Steve, all over my chest and thighs.”

Her pretty moans turned you on and as they fucked, you watched, clinging to Eddie basking in the afterglow. Steve couldn’t take it much longer and as Chrissy hit her peak, he followed moments later.

“Fuck yeah gonna milk my cock dry for you, Chris.”

Steve pulled out and threw the condom aside, cumming all over her breasts and coating her inner thighs. Minutes later you had an idea to get cleaned up.

“Chrissy, we should clean each other up with our mouths.”

Chrissy leaned over kissing you.

“Yes, let's. Put on a show for the boys.”

Chrissy hovered over your body crawling up your stomach with her tongue moving to your chest and finally your breasts. She paid careful attention to your nipples swirling her tongue as Eddie and Steve watched with rapt fascination.

“Wanna taste?”

You nodded and her lips met yours. Tongues entwined, you pulled her into you deepening the kiss. You switched positions with your head over her thighs. Kissing and licking you curled your tongue getting every drop and then licking her chest. Making your way down again you fingered her.

“Mm, yes, do that. Sit on my face.”

Her begging was hot, and the boys agreed as they eagerly stroked themselves to hardness. Sitting on her face you eagerly awaited her tongue and spread her pussy lips, licking her labia. Her tongue moved over your slit and she spread your lips wide, diving in and enjoying herself.

“Yeah eat each other's pussies. Be good girls for us,” Eddie urged.

Steve and Eddie stroked their cocks with expert precision. They were so hard and pleased by this turn of events and how they were getting.

“Yeah make each other cum!”

You admired their cocks as you devoured Chrissy’s pussy, your eager tongue making her moans so pretty for you. She was so attuned to your body and needs. It was the best feeling to be pleasing her and having her please you. It was a bonus to please Steve and Eddie.

“Yes, Chrissy, eat that cunt!” You squealed.

“Yes! So good, I love how you taste. You are so good too at this.”

Her eagerness to bring you to climax was the best. Chrissy had skill and you were happy to eat her like it was your last meal. Her nibbling and sucking on your clit was euphoric. Her moans were even louder than yours as you 69’d bringing each other to climax. They watched you with rapt fascination and got off to the sight of your lewd show on display.

“Mm, I’m gonna cream your face, Chrissy!”

She added a finger circling your sensitive nub as you bucked your hips, riding her face harder. As you finger-fucked her g-spot she trembled beneath you and then it happened- Chrissy squirted and you overstimulated her, continuing to lick her through her high.

“Oh, shit yes I’m squirting I can’t believe it!” she boasted, so proud of herself.

Steve and Eddie had already cum again and were watching with gleeful looks on their faces. Being taken over the edge you came so loud for her.

“Yes, Chrissy, I’m cumming!”

She licked you clean, and you met in another kiss.

“So boys, do you wanna try that again sometime soon?” You asked hoping they would, but knowing they would likely not resist.

“Just need to get hard again.”

“Won’t take long though I’m sure,” Eddie added.

You spent the rest of the night exploring each other's bodies, getting high, and eating lots of snacks before you stayed the night curled up on the couch with Eddie as Steve and Chrissy took the bedroom.

Chapter 10 The to-do list (ending) I want your video

Starting college you enter frosh week with optimism. After a night at the club with Steve and Edwina seeing Corroded Coffin, you had even more fun in your dorm with them, Jeff and Billy.

NSFW, blowjobs, filmed sex acts, deep throating, usage of toys.

Freshman orientation week started and since you were living in a dorm room all to yourself, you had Edwina visit you a lot. You would explore each other's bodies, using toys and among those anal beads, Hitachi wands, vibrators, and various sizes and shapes of dildos. The way she fucked you was addicting, and you even filmed some of it. You got off on each other and she was your dirty little secret.

One night you were having fun trying something new with a double-edged vibrating dildo thrusting upon it together from either side and fondling each other's breasts in between kisses. She was addicting and you loved how she was getting even more pleasure through her pierced clit and nipples. It made you want to go out and get yours pierced because of these sensations she told you about and maybe one day you would.

“Yeah right there fuck! That toy is incredible!” Edwina prettily moaned as she was nearing climax from the force and penetration of this rubber dildo.

You felt incredible riding it with her feeling your G-spot hit causing you to squirt. Edwina loved it when you squirted and always loved to clean up the mess she helped you make. Everything about her drove you crazy and soon you would tell her all about your proposition.

“Yes, that's the best!” You cried out against her lips, tongues tangling in passion.

The night before, you had cum so hard you saw stars and ate each other's asses before fucking each other in the ass with vibrating strapons. Edwina told you that you were her favorite plaything, and you felt honored to be given that title. She had let you explore so much of your sexuality with her and for that, you would be eternally grateful.

Collapsing in a heap you held each other catching your breath and coming down from your highs and multiple orgasms of the night. No one made you cum as much as Edwina did. Since Corroded Coffin had a show at a bar close to campus, you wanted to use that to your advantage.

“So your band is opening for Corroded Coffin soon. I was thinking we could ask Steve to come to the show. And after all all three of us and Jeff should film in my dorm.”

Your bold suggestion had Edwina smirking. She wondered what you had up your sleeves.

“Oh really? What were your ideas for this and that night? I’d love to hear your elaborate.”

“We could film. All of us and maybe Billy. His dorm is nearby. I’m sure he would be down.”

She kisses you putting so much passion into it.

“Mm, that sounds good. How about we do that and order pizza after the show? What were you thinking we could do with those boys?”

“Give them blowjobs together. To get them in the mood we can make each other cum hard first.”

Edwina chuckled softly as she played with your hair.

“Perfect idea princess. That would be naughty and certainly work up an appetite for the pizza to follow.”

The day of the concert, you were getting dressed up in a red leather outfit a matching tank top and skirt with platform boots. Getting dolled up and having your makeup done was the best feeling. Edwina was going to meet you at the show with Steve. Hawkins She Devils would be playing first and then Corroded Coffin. Steve already knew about your plan to film a video.

Edwina had you on the guest list and when you got to the club complete with a latex outfit and spiked jewelry including bracelets and a choker, you were on your way. When you got to the club you went to stand by the front of the stage. Edwina soon came on with her band leading with a guitar solo as Steve came up behind you hugging you.

“Looking amazing honey!” He loudly whispered into your ear.

Edwina sang the first song and then led the band into a cover of I wanna be sedated by the Ramones. Eddie was nearby watching the side stage with Jeff and Gareth. They were head-banging and you were having the best time with Steve rocking out and dancing. Next was a new song and a drum solo. After that song, they did a few older and original songs.

Everyone loved the show and you were having such a great time. Eddie even came up to do a guitar solo, and everyone in the audience cheered. You had the best night ever and when Corroded Coffin came out to play Edwina joined you and Steve in the audience. They made you happier than ever and looking at Eddie on the stage was amazing as you held hands with Edwina and Steve.

Corroded Coffin did drum and guitar solos along with some older songs they hadn’t played in a while. After that, they played a cover of Parasite by Kiss with Eddie killing the Ace Frehley guitar solo. Jeff finished the show with a drum solo and threw you his drumsticks.

With the show now over, you went to join Jeff on the stage twirling his drumsticks. Edwina and Steve were drinking whiskeys nearby as you embraced him.

“So what about tonight Jeff do you have any plans?”

“Not really unless you wanted to invite me somewhere.”

“I am. We were going to hang out in my dorm. Me, Edwina, Steve.”

Your bold declaration had his brows raised. He was unpacking his drum kit putting cymbals and drum heads away.

“Sounds good. I’ll meet you there in a half hour?”

“Sure.”

Going back over to Edwina and Steve you noticed Billy at the bar.

“I’m going to invite Billy too,” you whispered to Edwina.

“Oh, kinky.” She whispered back.

Billy was drinking scotch as you sat down ordering a daiquiri.

“Good show, huh?”

“I didn’t know that you liked Corroded Coffin, Billy.”

“Well, I like a good live show. What you up to the rest of the night?”

“Ordering pizza in my dorm.”

He swallowed the rest of his drink as you began to enjoy yours.

“Just you alone?” He asked mesmerized.

“No with Edwina, Steve, and Jeff. And you?”

“Me too, huh? Sure.”

You finished your drink noticing Edwina and Steve leaving the club. Getting up you tried to pay for the drink, but Billy stopped you from paying.

“Well, see ya back at the dorms then.”

The drink gave you a good buzz and as you walked back, catching up to Steve and Edwina, you felt elated that this night looked to be turning out like you wanted it to. Soon you were back inside the dorms on your bed listening to rock music with Billy, Edwina, and Steve; you heard a knock on the door. Letting Jeff in you locked the door behind you.

“I think we should order pizza.” You suggested.

The others nodded and Billy smoked as Edwina’s head lay in Steve’s lap, Jeff sat in a nearby chair. You ordered the pizza, an Ultimate Meat Lovers, and a deluxe veggie with extra cheese for the other pizza.

“So you boys wanna help us film and put on a show?” Edwina suggests as she caresses your shoulder.

“Hell yeah. Sounds perfect,” Billy told her with a smirk.

Steve looked flustered but nodded.

“A show like what exactly?” Jeff asked with a grin.

“Us putting on a little show first,” you chimed in.

“Us making each other cum as you boys get hard watching. Then we film more as we give all three of you blowjobs.”

Edwina’s confession had Steve blushing, Jeff’s mouth agape, and Billy snickering. The camera was set up and ready for all of you.

“Well let's do it then,” Billy responded.

“Sure why not?” Steve added.

Jeff had no objections himself. Edwina pushed you to the bed as Jeff and Billy were sitting on the couch with Steve. Their cocks were already getting hard as you and Edwina stripped naked. No guy could say no to hot girl-on-girl action. It just wasn’t in them to. Edwina pressed play as the guys ogled the two of you giving you looks of interest.

“So baby you ready?” Edwina asked you as she pushed you onto the bed.

“Wanna make you cum, Edwina.”

She entered two slick digits into your pussy stretching you wide open for her as she took a nipple into her mouth sucking hard. Jeff was watching with intent as Billy and Steve’s cocks were hardening in their jeans. You moved your fingers to her entrance rubbing them in fast, harsh circles as her pace with her fingers increased inside you.

“Oh fuck, I love your pussy!” Edwina squealed as your pussy made wet, squelching noises.

She sucked your other nipple before meeting your lips in a deep, harsh kiss. Your thrusts into each other grew with intensity as your moans grew too. Her pussy was so tight, clenching your fingers as you added another finger to her slick entrance.

“Yeah, I love yours too so fucking wet! Take notes boys this is how you please a woman.”

As you finger-fucked each other the guys watched their cocks painfully erect in their pants. Edwina was close to pushing you to the brink and over the edge. You wouldn’t last much longer and judging by her moans she wouldn’t either. Your eyes locked with Billy’s as Edwina fucked you harder with her fingers. You increased your motions, too redoubling your efforts as you fucked her hard.

“Yes, right there Edwina, make me cum!”

You kissed each other hard as you closed your eyes fingering her with as much intensity as you could manage. Edwina’s pretty cries made you cum and her fingers worked inside you with perfect sync. Your bodies were attuned to each other as you came hard and she soon followed. Licking your pussy clean she met your lips in a kiss before you licked her clean and kissed again.

“Well, boys, you ready for us? Show us what you are working with,” Edwina demanded.

They looked like they wouldn’t last much longer already.

“Yeah take those pretty dicks out for us,” you urged them.

They didn’t need to be told twice. Not wasting any more time, Billy had his belt undone and fly unzipped his cock springing free from its confines as Edwina licked her lips. Steve and Jeff soon followed Billy’s lead and their cocks were erect and on display for the taking. Crawling over to them you admired each of their cocks. Jeff had the biggest one but Billy had good girth and width with his cock being a bit veiny. Steve had the biggest and nicest balls though.

“This is like a dream come true,” Steve said out loud as you stroked his cock.

Edwina stroked Billy and Jeff’s cocks. Their cocks were so big and so pretty. Your mouth was practically watering as you licked Steve’s tip. Edwina licked Billy’s tip as you squeezed Jeff’s balls.

“Oh shit ya, I love that!” Jeff boasted.

You took Steve into your mouth deeper as Edwina took Billy until her nose nearly reached his pubic bone and he made her choke on his cock. You did your best to deep-throat Steve as you and Edwina stroked Jeff’s cock.

“Yeah that's it let me fuck your face!” Steve cried out gasping as you let him pull your hair and fuck into your mouth at a slightly faster pace.

“Shit, ya fucking your mouth is pure heaven Edwina!” Billy grunted and growled.

You looked at Jeff noticing his eyes were closed as he bucked up into Edwina’s and your hands. Switching to Jeff’s cock you stroked Steve and took as much of Jeff as you could. Edwina made wet, lewd, slurping noises as she let Billy fuck her mouth hard.

Steve threw his head back as you fucked Jeff with your mouth letting him use it. You loved watching Edwina take Billy’s cock. He was being a little rough but gentle at the same time taking his time with her and letting her get used to his girth.

“Oh, shit yes!” Jeff seethed through clenched teeth as he bucked his hips in response to you gagging on his cock and drooling on it.

Edwina popped off Billy’s cock stroking him as she positioned her mouth to take Steve deep inside, gagging and choking as she nearly deep-throated him.

“Oh, fuck Edwina! Shit!” Steve growled as his hips involuntarily bucked wildly.

Edwina’s hand fucked Billy’s cock as she let Steve use her mouth looking up and between him and Billy fluttering her lashes closed. They were losing control practically with how expertly she used her hands and mouth on them. She had skill and so did you as you took Jeff so deeply he surpassed the back of your tonsils, hitting the very back of your throat his cock fucking into your mouth at a leisurely pace.

“Fuck, I need relief!” Billy begged snarling as he looked deeply into your eyes. You stopped sucking Jeff to move over to Billy.

Taking him into your mouth tickled his balls and played with them. He fucked your face to his liking holding your hair back and getting lost in the pleasure as he fisted the couch. Edwina sucked Steve for several long lingering moments before moving on to Jeff giving his cock some attention now. She knew he needed it and she was aching to suck his cock.

Your core was aching, and you were so wet just like Edwina as you both continued to suck and please these three beautiful cocks that were both yours for the taking. They loved it so much how Edwina sucked Jeff and fondled Steve’s balls cradling them.

“Shit Edwina I fuck!” Jeff grunted sounding like he was getting close.

You switched with Edwina between the three of them letting them take turns fucking your throats and fucking your tits. They were getting lost in the pleasure and you were too as mascara ran down your face and your eyes watered.

When it was done filming you turned off the camera getting redressed and heard a knock on the door from what ended up being Argyle. He had the pizza and since he left California and stopped working at Surfer Boys Pizza he got a job working at the local pizza place.

“Yo, what's up brochachos? Looks like a party in here!”

Setting down the pizzas he looked at everyone with a stoned look.

“We were just having a little fun,” you told him smirking.

“Cool man. Well, the pizzas are twenty bucks.”

Edwina gave him the money.

“Not enough for a tip but we can pay you another way.”

He looked at her with raised brows.

“Let's return the favor another way,” you added.

Down on your knees now with Edwina, she flipped the camera switch on again and began to undo his belt and unzipped his pants.

“Oh shit, so this is happening?” He asked eyes full of wonder as you and Edwina nodded and the others looked on curiously.

That night you rocked Argyle’s world with a mind-blowing double blowjob. The pizza was great too but having this all on film was the cherry on top of the night.

You had the best summer with your friends and with all of your hookups. Now moving onto a new chapter in your life you wanted to make amends with Nancy before it was too late. She was going out of state for college for journalism and you made your way to her place to apologize. Ted and Nancy were loading the Volkswagen so he could drive her to university.

As you approached them Ted waved and Nancy gave you a weak smile. Ted got the hint and excused himself getting into the car and sitting behind the wheel. Nancy had her hands on her hips as you walked over to her.

“Look I’m sorry. I miss us being friends. I miss you, Nancy.”

“I’m sorry too. I want to keep in touch though.”

She embraced you in an unexpected hug holding you close.

“If you want to be with Robin, I don’t mind and there's nothing between me and her.”

“It's fine. And no I’m not with her. I wish we could have spent the end of summer together but I’ll call you soon and write to you.”

“Okay, that sounds good. I miss you already.”

You hugged her again and then she was off to university. You still had Barb and Edwina. The term was starting at Hawkins University and you would be transferring in two years to a college out of state. There was so much to look forward to. For now, you would be single but who knows what the future would hold.

When Barb and Nancy found out about what happened between you and Eddie, then what went down with the foursome and in your dorm they could hardly believe it. It was a great story to tell though.

All you knew for sure was that you wanted to be happy. Explore and road trip. Try new things and visit new places. For now, you were content and happy with all your adventures and conquests. Things would be alright.

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