#Literally have been told by people 'you're always so chill and okay with everything.' and then when something really sets me off like reall

[cosmic-kaden]

I feel like Ronnie is like me in a sense, we're both really fucking chill and we don't really get angry at all, I feel like much like myself Ronnie would really REALLY have to have something super terrible to happen in order to get pissed.

When we snap, we SNAP.

#Also been told by several people 'you have SOOOOO much patience' #Literally have been told by people 'you're always so chill and okay with everything.' and then when something really sets me off like reall #badly and I snap suddenly I'm 'scary' and given how Ronnie handles everything in the movie he basically was chill and didn't have reactions #to anything including his friends becoming undead I feel like he's like me it will take A LOT to piss us off but when it happens fucking ru #because we get scary. #SO I HC HE'S LIKE ME IN THAT SENSE! no one can stop meeee #those who slay together stay together

[penny00dreadful]

Comeuppance - Part 2 - Complete

Part 1 AO3

Dustin scoffed in offence. “I’m smarter than you, you know.”

“I know,” Eddie said through only slightly gritted teeth, “but that doesn’t mean you’re a grown up. You're sure you have all the relevant information? You know everything there is to know and there's no way this could go wrong?” 

The little shit was gonna have to learn one way or the other that he couldn't keep sticking his nose in where it didn't belong.

Teenager or not it was going too far and Eddie had fucking enough of it. These kids had spent so long crash landing in government affairs and coming out unscathed, they seemed to think they were invincible. They seemed to think that consequences didn’t exist for them. 

They seemed to think consequences couldn’t exist for them.

Well.

Time for a fucking lesson, kiddos.

Dustin looked at him like he was the biggest idiot in the world. “Of course I do.”

“Alright.” Eddie nodded, turning back to his trailer and pulling himself back up onto the roof. “If you’re sure. Now scram. I gotta get back to my sunbathing.”

He watched them all grumble, somehow believing themselves the smartest kids alive but somehow missing the barely concealed beemer, hiding behind Eddie’s van.

“Those little fuckers are getting too big for their damn boots, I swear to god.” Eddie seethed, flopping back down next to Steve who had been trying to keep his laughs silent this whole time. 

“I think they just want what’s best.” Steve smiled over at him, brushing Eddie’s bangs out of his face while Eddie huffed.

“There’s a way to go about that and when the people in question have told them repeatedly to stop meddling, it no longer becomes wanting what’s best, it becomes wanting to be right.”

“They’re young.”

“Yes, they’re young but they’re not stupid. Or ignorant. They’re young but they’re not fucking toddlers who can’t understand why mommy and daddy aren’t living together anymore. And I refuse to continue to let them act like that. It’s borderline sociopathic.”

“Okay, I think that’s going a bit far-”

“Is it? Is it, Stevie? Really?” Eddie rolled his head to the side and plucked the joint from Steve’s mouth. “They don’t care about your feelings on this matter, nor do they care about Nancy’s. You heard them, they hadn’t even considered whether she even wanted you back. Like she was just some cardboard cutout in the shape of a woman who’d go wherever they lead. Have they even met her?”

He looked back up at the bright blue sky, a few dusty clouds drifting past and took a large inhale, holding it deep into his lungs, hoping it would help to chill him out, but it was doing nothing for him. 

“And they’re walking all over you and your feelings. What you might want wasn’t considered and it doesn’t sound like it’s going to be considered. I’m just fucking sick of seeing it. It’s not happening. Not anymore. Not on my watch.”

Eddie continued to huff and puff, quite literally, in the silence that came after, glaring at the passing clouds like this was all their fault. He just couldn't believe the audacity of these kids, acting like Steve or Nancy weren't even sentient, just pieces to be moved on a chessboard.

He was still sulking and rigid and probably steaming out of his ears when he felt a hand on the side of his face. His head was tugged to the side and then Steve’s mouth was on his in a kiss so gentle and chaste and sweet, in stark contrast to how firmly Steve was now gripping the back of his head to keep him close. Every inch of tension immediately melted from his body.

“You’re so good to me.”

“I-” Eddie could only breathe out, a little dazed. “I’m really not. It’s just basic decency, to be honest.”

“Okay, then you’re basically decent to me.”

“I try my best.”

“My knight in shining armour.”

“I’m never the knight.”

“Well you are now. And you are to me. Always have been.”

Eddie blinked at him, sure that Steve could feel the thudding of his heart through his neck. Given the way he was nuzzling his nose into Eddie’s pulse and brushing his lips against his skin with small little kitten licks, he probably could.

Steve moved up, hovering right over Eddie’s ear. “And how does my knight feel about getting his dick sucked?”

“Pretty- pretty good. Yeah, pretty good.” He stuttered out, breathy and oh so eager.

“Good. But you’re gonna have to get down off this roof first.”

Eddie's descent was far less controlled this time, he nearly fell on his ass in his mad scramble to get back inside and into his bedroom, Steve following slowly with a lazy grin on his face.

Both Steve and Eddie knew that they had to strike before Dustin was able to do anything and potentially fuck everything up. 

The first person they brought in was Robin, though that was less of a calculated move and more that she could tell just by looking at Steve that something was brewing. 

He and Steve were supposed to be waiting for Nancy’s arrival at the trailer before they breathed a word but Robin had barely taken a step inside before it was all out in the open. 

So now the three of them were waiting for Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle to turn up.

The six of them had a weekly standing date on Sunday evenings to chill the fuck out and while Eddie would have preferred to smoke the fuck up, Robin hated smoking of any kind.

And the smell stuck to everything. 

So instead they usually ate the fuck up.

Argyle had taken it upon himself to be the resident weed baker of the group and he, Nancy and Jonathan usually arrived together.

It was kind of hilarious how the kids had never considered that the older teens talked regularly and therefore, that Eddie could spill their secret plan.

He was pretty sure the kids thought they all just sat at home alone, twiddling their thumbs and waiting around for the kids to call them up for the next get together or when they needed a ride.

Like they didn't have their own lives, or their own connections. 

Like they needed the kids around to even see each other casually.

It wasn’t exactly like the six of them were the best of friends and Eddie’s trailer was definitely too small to host all of them, but they made it work. 

It was the best place to meet up. Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle each lived with one of the kids in the Party. The kids called around unannounced to Steve’s house all the damn time, which was another thing Eddie needed to talk to him about. And Robin’s parents would have inevitably ended up eating some of their brownies, whether they knew what was in them or not, Eddie couldn’t say. But he didn’t want to take the risk.

The trailer was still a risk. Max and Eddie’s trailers were close enough together that she could easily see them all coming and going and she had. 

Eddie knew she had.

She’d been outside feeding the neighbours dog once when they’d all arrived. 

The rest hadn’t noticed, but Eddie had seen her look directly at them.

He’d been on edge for days afterwards, expecting to be chewed out by Dustin or Mike or any of them for ever dare thinking that they could hang out without the kids, but the bitch-fest never came.

He’d sent her a questioning look when it became clear she hadn’t said anything and she’d just glared at him, like he was being stupid to even ask if she’d spilled the ‘secret’ that shouldn’t even have to be kept a secret.

Well, okay then.

Immediate respect and trust gained there.

By the time the other three were pulling up in front of the trailer, Robin was pissed the fuck off.

Turned out, last time Dustin had tried to shove her and Steve together she’d snapped at him, bitching him out for guiltless manipulation and she had thought she had gotten through to him, considering he didn’t try again.

But now it was obvious he had just set his sights elsewhere.

Eddie had opened his front door, gesturing Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle in with a wide sweep of his arm and a smile. Nancy had barely opened her mouth to greet all of them when Robin stopped her pacing and declared to the newcomers “I’m mad!”

Nancy closed her mouth and blinked. “Okay.” She said slowly. “Who are we mad at?”

“The children.” Robin answered with a twisted up face. “Little fucking gremlins.”

Jonathan sighed, pulling six plates down from their cupboard in the kitchen where he and Argyle were dividing out a Tupperware container of brownies.

“What did they do this time?”

“They’re meddling little fucking…” Robin stood in front of Eddie’s couch, blowing a raspberry through her lips, trying to find the right words. “Meddlers.”

“Very articulate there, Birdie.” Steve smirked.

“Don’t talk to me right now, Harrington.” She pointed at him. “I’m mad on your behalf.”

“Alright, alright.” Jon walked forward with two plates, handing one off to Steve and then Robin. “Why don’t we chill out first,” he said to her, gently, “and then you can give us all the details.”

“I think we’re gonna need to work out the details before we have any of these.” Eddie said, picking up his own plate with a delicious looking brownie complete with rainbow sprinkles and settling himself on the floor against Steve’s legs, who was up on the couch.

“We can pause the brownies for a few, my dudes.” Argyle smiled, dropping to the ground, right next to Eddie. “No rush, they’ll keep.”

Nancy folded herself down into the couch on one side of Steve where Robin threw herself down on the other side, nearly taking Eddie out with her knee and accidentally driving her elbow into Steve’s side.

“I did nothing to you!” He squawked, jabbing her back.

“When do you not do something to me?” She retaliated, reaching for his hair. Steve grabbed her by the wrist and Eddie knew if he didn’t put a stop to this now, they’d never get back on track.

Between the four of them, Eddie, Nancy, Jon and Argyle had all learned the only way to break up a squabbling match between Steve and Robin was to make a sudden loud noise and the two of them would startle like cats.

At one point each of them had attempted to get in the middle instead but that only led to them getting caught in the crossfire.

He put two fingers in his mouth, pushing his tongue back and whistling so loud it set off the Murphy family’s dog outside.

Steve and Robin jumped back as if they’d been shocked but Eddie didn’t give them a chance to protest.

“Back to your original question, Jonathan.” Eddie continued on, even though he felt a short petulant little tug at one of his curls. He was pretty sure it was Steve pouting, but it could have been Robin as well, he didn’t know. He was already turned away. “They are attempting to set Steve up with someone. Again.”

Jonathan and Nancy practically rolled their eyes into the back of their heads. They’d heard it all before, they’d been there for the rants even before Eddie had joined the group. Argyle just smiled, looking between Eddie and Steve.

“That seems unnecessary. Unless you two are looking for a third to which I say more power to you, broskies. But should you be involving a child?”

“We’re not looking for a third, Argyle.” Steve’s hands were idly playing with Eddie’s hair. “The kids don’t know we’re together, remember? The children are involving themselves.”

Eddie nodded, leaning back a little against the grip and trying to get Steve to start scratching him.

“So tell the little dude you’re happy being single.”

“Tried that. Didn’t work. Henderson is convinced that everyone needs to be paired off to be happy. And there’s no convincing him otherwise once he thinks he’s right.”

“Who’s he trying to set you up with?” Nancy asked, turning to Steve.

“You, actually.”

Her eyebrows disappeared underneath her bangs. “Me?”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded. “Exactly. Says we’re perfect for each other.”

Nancy scoffed. “In what universe?”

Steve shrugged. 

“We tried that already and it didn’t work out. How is Dustin hypothesising that it will work out this time around?”

Eddie turned, throwing his arm across Steve’s thigh to lean on. “I think he’s been a bit mind melted by movies and tv shows. And I think Mrs. H reads those romance novels. I mean, the two of you are the stereotypical couple and it always works out for them, so why couldn’t it for you?”

“Oh, I don’t know?” Nancy scowled, throwing a hand up in exasperation. “Maybe because I’ve blown up the two romantic relationships I’ve had with people in this room? Because I haven’t been able to be soft since 1983? Because I don’t know who I am outside of monster hunting anymore and being single and fucking off to college is the best way to find that out?”

“And because of this one.” Steve put in, giving Eddie a light tap on the head that he frowned at.

“And because of that one.” Nancy conceded, tapping him on the head as well.

“Okay, so what are we doing about it?” Jonathan asked from Argyle’s side.

Eddie sat up a little straighter. “I have a plan.”

Steve tugged on a lock of Eddie’s hair again. “He has a plan.”

“Well, okay then." Nancy's face told him she was already taking minutes in her head. "Fill us in.”

“Telling the kids to stop isn’t working. Hasn’t been working. So we’re gonna make them stop. Act like we don’t know this is going on behind our backs. Frustrate the shit out of him when it doesn’t work and when he starts to escalate, which we know he will, then we strike. Because we don’t know exactly what he has planned yet, we can’t make any solid plans ourselves. We need to be malleable. We need to be able to change tactics for whatever they come up with.”

“So for now, what? You want us to just go along with it whenever he…” Nancy cast her eyes around, trying to think. “Whenever he locks us into a closet or something?”

“For now, yeah.” Eddie nodded. “You don’t have to act like it’s working, just pretend you don’t know what’s going on. Stay friends. It’ll piss him the fuck off. And when he starts to get more dramatic about it, then we do too.”

“And how will we find out he’s getting more drastic?”

Eddie grinned, holding up the walkie talkie. “They’re very smart kids, but they’re not very clever. They seem to think they’re the only ones who know how to use these. They conspire all the time on them.”

Steve nodded. “They switch stations.”

“They switch between the same two stations and always announce it before they do because they want to stick to ‘proper protocol.’”

“Okay but here's the thing…” Steve dug his fingers into Eddie’s hair and Eddie could tell it was a need for touch, a self soothing motion that had driven it, so he tipped his head to the side, resting his cheek on Steve’s knee and giving him more access. He could feel Steve winding his curls around his fingers, almost nervous. “I think one last opportunity for them to back off wouldn’t go amiss. Just before we start fucking with them. It would make me feel better.”

Eddie exhaled, his body slumping back into Steve’s grip. He’d love to say no. He’d love to tell Steve that there was no fucking need. The kids had opportunity after opportunity to stop. They’d been told so many times that this was none of their business and to stop sticking their nose where it didn’t belong.

But he could never say no to Steve. If it was something that would make Steve more comfortable with the whole thing, Eddie would give it to him.

“Okay. One last chance for them to back off.” He conceded. “But when they don’t listen, then we move forward.”

“You know what helps with brainstorming, my friends?” Argyle lifted his plate into the air with a giant smile on his face. “Brownies.”

Eddie was pretty sure brownies and Little Shop of Horrors wouldn’t be the big help Argyle thought it would be but he was a little too wound up at the moment and needed to relax. 

“Okay,” Eddie nodded. “Brownies. Little Shop of Horrors. Scheming.” He picked his own brownie up and took a giant bite.

Under different circumstances, trying to purposefully destroy the plans of a fifteen year old and make sure they failed would feel downright scummy. But under these circumstances it was kinda satisfying.

Dustin had decided to fuck with Eddie’s man again. After repeatedly being told to stop. So the kid dug his own grave, really. He’d been given plenty of chances. Steve had tried his best to convince the kid he was happy where he was in life and if the little defeated slump to Steve’s shoulders was anything to go by, it hadn’t worked.

So if the kid wanted to fuck with his man, he’d get fucked with in return.

Plus it wasn’t like Dustin couldn’t have figured out what the two of them were by now. They’d slipped up a few times and the kid had nearly walked in on them once or twice.

But watching Dustin get more and more irritated when Steve and Nancy only continued to be friendly together was ridiculously enjoyable. Especially as he watched Dustin practically force them together, no matter the clear signals the two were giving off that they didn’t exactly want to be stuck together, away from everyone else in the cinema.

Eddie sat next to Dustin with popcorn on his lap, giggling away as he watched Steve a few rows down, shift uncomfortably in his seat.

They’d seen this movie already. Gone on a date here only last week and Steve had told him after that he couldn’t remember a single thing about it, forever only being able to associate this movie with the feeling of Eddie’s mouth on him in the back of the dark and empty room. 

Now he practically snorted out loud, earning a glare from Dustin. He retaliated by firing another piece of popcorn at Dustin’s head and  continued to watch Steve uncross and cross his legs again while Nancy gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

“He told me ‘alcohol is a social lubricant, it shouldn’t be that hard.’” Eddie repeated, raising his voice over the din at The Hideout and making air quotes with his fingers.

Steve nodded, not really paying attention to what Eddie was saying apart from staring at his lips like he couldn’t wait to devour them, but that was to be expected.

Eddie had just come off stage after fingering and thrusting and grinding into his guitar for a full hour, Steve’s eyes glued to him the entire time while Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle and Robin all chatted amongst themselves. The four of them all knew that trying to draw Steve’s attention away when his boyfriend was playing on stage was a lost cause.

Usually Eddie and Steve hung around for a polite amount of time afterward but it was never that long. Nothing got Steve more horned up than Eddie performing on stage and if they didn’t want a quick and dirty in the bathroom or the back of Eddie’s van then they needed to get back to a bed before Steve snapped and tackled him wherever they happened to be.

Road head had happened more than once when Steve’s patience was worn particularly thin. Not that Eddie was complaining. 

Eddie always made sure to park his van in the shadows of The Hideout, never quite sure when Steve would lose the run of himself and press him into the nearest surface, the two of them thriving off the risk.

Maybe the Upside Down had fucked with them a little more than they were willing to admit.

Eddie had Steve in his lap, exactly where he needed to be. The only place he ever needed to be. Sitting in the driver's seat of his van, Steve’s hands in his hair and his tongue in his mouth, digging so deep it was like he was trying to taste his stomach acid. His body was bouncing up and down in these tiny little movements, humping himself against Eddie’s body and using him like a pillow in between his legs to chase his own pleasure and god Eddie loved it.

He loved being used by Steve, just as much as he loved taking care of him, gently whispering to him as he cried out his own release, kissing away his tears or turning him into a hazy mess by keeping him on edge for as long as he could handle it.

He loved it. He loved him and if he was good right now, Steve would give him the orgasm of his life once they got home.

Which is why the two of them groaned in frustration, breaking their kiss with great heaving breaths when the walkie crackled from the passenger seat.

“Kas, this is Dart. We are still waiting on an update. Over.”

Eddie shook his head, trying to pull Steve’s lips back to his own. “Ignore him baby, ignore him.”

Steve shook his own head leaning back a little further. “We can’t ignore him, he’ll just keep going until he’s answered.”

Eddie slumped down in his seat, well aware his over exaggerated pout was probably a little on the ridiculous side.

Steve pouted with him, a little mocking, a little mean and he gave Eddie a kiss on the top of his nose.

“Hellooo? Kas?” Dustin sing-songed. “Kas. Earth to Kas. Oooover.”

“Answer the walkie. Tell him I was too busy watching you and I’ll bend you over the bathroom sink. Right in front of the mirror, just like you wanted.”

"You mean just like you wanted."

"Yeah." Steve leaned in, practically breathing over Eddie's lips as he growled out. "Just like I wanted."

All of the air left Eddie’s lungs in one fell swoop, one big whoosh, like he’d been punched (in a good way).

He kept eye contact with Steve, completely powerless to tear his gaze away as he fumbled blindly for the walkie and brought it closer to his face.

“Kas to Dart.” Eddie responded, swallowing, trying to get his breathing back in check, Steve’s gaze burning into his own. “Plan’s a bust. Sorry.” He paused for a second, almost forgetting what the kid was waiting for. “Over.”

The answer was immediate. “A bust?! How could it have been a bust?! Did you make them sit together? Over.”

“Yeah.” Eddie nodded, still trapped in honey-brown eyes. “They sat together. Over.”

“Were they drinking? Did you make sure they were talking? Did you play, like, love songs like I told you to? Over.”

Well. 

If the way Steve had been looking at him as he played Grinder and Hell Bent For Leather, rolling his hips against his guitar and getting borderline indecent on stage was anything to go by… they were certainly a type of love song.

“Yep. Over.”

“Then what the fuck went wrong?! Over!”

Eddie shifted in his seat, trying to adjust so he was a tad more comfortable. It was a completely innocent movement, or it was supposed to be, but Steve’s eyes fluttered for just a second and his mouth pressed thin, trying to keep any noise from spilling out. 

Eddie’s lips slid up into a smirk and that was probably the reason he was so flippant with his next answers.

“Dunno, Dart. Maybe I was shredding too hard. Stevie boy couldn’t keep his eyes off me. Over.”

“Jesus Christ Kas, that’s the exact opposite of what we wanted! Over.”

“Yeah well, I gotta go. I think I can hear Stevie coming.”

He didn’t even bother to say ‘over’, but he could hear Dustin’s scream of indignation in the second before he switched the walkie off.

He tossed it into the back of the van before all but bodily throwing Steve into the passenger seat and turning the key in the engine.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie.” Steve muttered, adjusting himself until he was more comfortably sitting. “Give a guy some warning.”

“Sorry baby.” Eddie said, peeling out of the car park. “I’m needed in front of a bathroom mirror.”

“Eddie, we need you to flirt with Nancy.”

Okay.

Okay.

So not only was this kid trying to fuck with his man, now this kid was trying to manipulate his man by bringing in some competition? He was, in his own mind, trying to get Eddie to lead Nancy on? And Eddie was just supposed to be cool with that?

Because even if all of the older teens knew that Nancy wouldn’t believe a single flirtatious word that came out of Eddie’s mouth for multiple reasons, Dustin didn’t.

Dustin was willing to take the risk that Nancy might catch feelings or that Eddie might or that Steve could end up jealous and hurt or that neither Nancy or Eddie caught feelings and it was just awkward all around. Awkward and probably friendship destroying.

This was the fucking escalation he knew was coming.

No time for an older teens meeting now, Eddie would have to hope they’d just play along until he could implement as many DM skills into Dustin’s downfall as Steve would allow.

“Hey Nance.” Eddie greeted her, putting his back to Henderson and trying to ham it up as much as possible. Nancy was smart. She’d get that something was going on. “I'm glad you decided to come today. Don't know what I would've done if I had to go without seeing your pretty face for much longer."

He could feel the silence that descended over Steve and Robin but he didn’t dare turn, knowing Henderson’s eyes were tracking every micro movement. Though out of the corner of his eye he could see the amusement in Steve’s eyes as he watched his boyfriend attempt to fake-flirt with his ex-girlfriend.

Eddie grimaced a little at the bewildered look on Nancy’s face and he circled his index fingers around each other, silently telling her to go with it.

She gave him an almost imperceptible nod. Thank god for that.

“Just a pretty face?” She asked, blinking rapidly.

“Oh, of course not, Lady Wheeler. Everyone knows you’re more than just a pretty face.”

Nancy grabbed his arm, giving it a little squeeze almost as if to say well done.

“Dunno if I could say the same thing about you.”

Eddie pulled out one of his oldest flirting moves, clutching at his heart and stumbling back a few steps. “Oh! The Lady Wheeler has wounded me most grievously!”

Steve rolled his eyes so hard his whole head moved.

Eddie didn’t think Robin had blinked this whole time. Or closed her mouth.

“Oh, stop it, you.” Nancy swatted at his arm. “You’re still pretty.”

Eddie gave her a little pout. How sweet.

He could practically hear Dustin grinding his teeth behind him and he thought he could freak the kid out even more. Even if that meant breaking one of his own rules.

“Would you care to join us?” Eddie asked, sweeping his arm out towards the table where the rest of the Party who were all staring, fucking flabbergasted. 

“I’ve heard this arena of play isn’t unfamiliar to you.” He continued, lowering his voice and leaning in close to Nancy but still loud enough for everyone to hear. “I’ve even heard you used to get into costume for the kiddies. You into a bit of roleplay, Nancy?”

Steve gave Eddie a look, motioning him to dial it the fuck back. Which was definitely fair. If he had been anyone else other than Eddie at that moment Nancy would have probably kicked him in the nuts. And the glare that told him exactly that would happen if he didn’t slow down.

Steve had a little frown on his face and Eddie knew he’d be making it up to him tonight, at least until his jaw started to get really sore.

So he left her off with a wink that was directed at Steve more than her, seating himself behind his DM screen and trying not to smile at the looks all the kids were giving him.

“Did you have fun?” Steve asked him from the couch.

Eddie hung up the phone, having just spent the last twenty minutes talking to Nancy, listening to her attempt to gush about him to him, all the while making sure that Mike was in earshot.

“Mhm.” Eddie smiled, practically skipping over to Steve’s side and throwing himself down in his lap. “I’ve never been so flattered before in my life.”

Steve hummed, running his hands up Eddie’s thighs, bringing them around to tuck into his back pockets and pulling him forward until they were pressed together. “Do I not compliment you enough?”

“I don’t know.” Eddie shrugged, trying to keep his air of nonchalance as Steve began to nose up his neck. “Why don’t you remind me?”

“Why don’t you tell me what the competition is first?”

Eddie lifted his hips, just a little, to take the pressure off, to tease, even as he gripped at Steve’s shoulders and leaned back. He loved the feeling of Steve holding tight to him. Loved knowing that Steve would never let him fall, no matter how far back he went. Loved when Steve would pull him back down with an aggressive yank.

He leaned forward, coming to a stop just a hair's breadth away from Steve’s mouth.

“Operation White Picket Fence, sound off.”

Eddie slumped down in Steve’s hold.

“The timing on these fucking kids, I swear to god.”

“This is a Code Orange, I repeat this is a Code Orange. Over.”

Steve kissed his cheek with a smile. “You and Nance made that call knowing you were gonna get a reaction. What did you expect?”

Eddie shrugged. “I dunno. Ten more minutes?”

“You think we would’ve been done in ten minutes?” Steve asked with raised eyebrows.

“If we wanted to be.”

“Yeah, but did you want to be?”

“No.” Eddie sighed. “No, I didn’t want to be.”

“Okay, let’s switch to our backup channel just in case he checks in. Over.”

“See this is what I’m talking about.” Eddie reached over to grab the walkie, relishing in the feeling of Steve’s big hands keeping him steady. “These little shits think they’re the only people who could possibly be listening in. Think they’re the smartest fuckers in the world.” He turned the dial on the walkie, tuning into the kids super-secret backup channel. “This is practically how you all intercepted the Russians.”

"We'll tell Kas to stop. Maybe get him to start talking up Babysitter instead. Over."

"I don't want to see my s-Emerson get hurt over this, Bard. Besides, Kas is way better than Babysitter anyway. Over."

“Oh, now they’re worried about someone getting hurt? That’s rich.” Eddie scoffed.

“And Mike’s letting his crush on you slip again.”

“Uh, pretty sure his whole deal is because he has a crush on you, sweetheart.”

"But they're not meant to be! And Kas doesn’t even like her like that! Babysitter and Emerson are meant to be! We'll just have to regroup. Start pushing them harder or something. Over!"

“Is he fucking serious?” Eddie jumped up out of Steve’s lap and stormed over to the phone. “Fine, if the kid wants another escalation, I’ll show him a fucking escalation.”

He snatched the phone off the wall, punching in the Henderson home number. It only took a few rings before it was picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Mrs. Henderson. It’s Eddie-”

“Oh hello, Eddie dear. How are you?”

Steve left the walkie on the couch, where they could still hear it in the background and made his way towards Eddie, leaning on the wall next to him.

Eddie tipped the phone away from his ear, holding it between the two of them so they both could hear.

“I’m doing just dandy, Mrs. H. Thanks for asking. Hey, is Dustin in? I gotta talk to him about some campaign notes.”

“Let me go grab him for you, he’s just in his room.”

“Thanks.”

Eddie listened as the phone was gently set down and watched Steve watch him, quirking his eyebrow in question, asking what’s the plan?

Eddie just shook his head and rolled his eyes, telling Steve without saying it out loud that he was fucking done with this shit.

“Hello?” Dustin’s voice was already half accusatory

Eddie smiled, ready to put on a whole body performance and maybe trying to piss the kid off, just a little. “Hey Dusty-Buns.”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“But it’s so fun!” Eddie was already waving his hands around. “Listen, I need to talk to you about this whole Nancy and Steve thing-”

“Good, because I need to talk to you about it too. You gotta dial it back, man.”

Eddie paused, even going so far as to put a confused look on his face. “What do you mean?”

“You’re getting in too deep with her, you’re starting to pull her attention away from Steve and that was not a part of the plan.”

“Yeah.” He sighed, chewing his lip. “I’m not sure if I can really do that…”

“Wha- why? Why, Eddie, why?!”

“I dunno, man.” Eddie shrugged, taking Steve’s hand in his and meeting his eyes. “I kinda like her.”

“No! Nonononono! You can’t like her! You’re not allowed to like her, why do you like her?!”

Not allowed?

Not allowed?

Who the fuck did this kid think he was?

“What do you mean I’m not allowed?” Eddie glared down at the phone. “And as for why, have you met her? You used to have a crush on her!”

“Yeah, when I was a child, you can’t be serious about this, Eddie.”

“I’m super serious about this, Dustin.” Eddie spat back, giving Steve’s hand a little squeeze. “I like her. I want to ask her out.”

“Jesus Christ this was not part of the plan!”

“And I didn’t want to be a part of the plan from the start!” Eddie decided to remind him because apparently the kid had forgotten. “You forced me into it! I told you it wouldn’t work.”

“It will work. It still can work! We're still doing this whether you like it or not. I’ll see you at Steve’s tomorrow. Don’t do anything stupid in the meantime!”

“Dust-!”

Eddie stared open mouthed at the phone, the sound of Dustin slamming it back down ringing through the kitchen.

“That little fucking-” he took the neck of the phone in both hands, squeezing and shaking it, “-demogorgon!”

Steve pried the receiver from his hands, placing it gently back in its cradle.

“Guys. Things just got so much worse. We need to come up with a new plan before tomorrow.”

“So,” Steve drew the word out with a hand at Eddie’s back, “clearly he’s not getting the message.” 

Eddie sighed, resting his elbow on Steve’s shoulder and rubbing his eyes. “No, he’s not getting the message.”

“Well,” Steve nodded, picking the phone back up and beginning to dial. “It seems it’s time for the final act, then.”

Robin was pacing up and down in front of Steve’s couch.

“I’m nervous!” She said, grabbing at her hair.

“Why are you nervous?” Eddie asked, tracking her with his eyes from his position across the room. Nancy was sitting beside him, barely checked in, using any spare time she had to go over her flash cards for college, even though she didn’t start for another couple of weeks. They’d asked her if she wanted to put a stop to this, give her the freedom to stress just about college, rather than college and this but she’d just glared at all of them.

“You don’t even have to do anything.” Eddie continued.

“Yeah, but I have to be here. I don’t have the acting chops for this.” She pointed at him. “You know that. You remember what happened in Much Ado.”

“That wasn’t that bad.”

“I knocked over the wall during your gulling! You were supposed to be eavesdropping while badly hidden and then boom!” She smacked her hands together. “The garden hedges suddenly collapsed because I tripped over my own feet!”

“Oh, it was fine.” Eddie waved his hand. “No one noticed.”

“Everyone noticed! And it was fine because you played it off! I wasn’t even supposed to be on stage!”

“Birdie.” Steve grabbed her by the shoulders and steered her towards the couch, pushing her down. “You’re going to be fine because you’re going to sit there and say nothing.”

Robin huffed. “It’s impossible for me to say nothing, you know that.”

“I know, that’s why I got you this.” He plucked a lollipop from the coffee table, handing it to her. “When you hear them coming, stick that in your mouth. If you start to talk it’ll remind you to not talk. Just concentrate on that.”

She stared at the lollipop then looked back at Steve. “You’re giving me a pacifier.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“You know, there’s something to be said here about a man telling a woman to sit down and shut up. I’m only giving you a pass because it’s you.” She scowled, even as she took a seat.

“Wow, thanks Rob.” Steve rolled his eyes and patted her head. “Now you just sit there and look pretty.”

She fired the lollipop at him and he caught it with a raised arm, barely even trying and Eddie wanted to climb him like a tree.

Steve threw it back and even though it landed gently in her lap, she still attempted to catch it with flailing limbs like she was trying to deflect an arrow.

"Look alive." Nancy tucked her flash cards back into her purse and glanced out the window. “Here they come.”

The kids were cycling down the road towards Steve’s house, bickering amongst themselves, slowly getting closer.

“Come on then, my sweet little sugar muffin.” Eddie said, throwing his arm over Nancy’s shoulders as she stood. “We’ll put on a performance worthy of Shakespeare.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Eddie frowned. “My spicy pepper?”

“No.”

“My little prickly pear?”

“Gun or a blunt object, take your pick.”

“Alright,” Eddie held his hands up, keeping an arm around Nancy’s neck while Robin unwrapped her lollipop and stuck it in her mouth. “I hear you, loud and clear.”

“So how do you want to start-?” Steve began to say but was cut off as everyone in the room jumped when Eddie decided to project as loudly as he could.

“We have come to inform our friends of our torrid love affair!”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Really? Really?” He asked, raising his own voice. “That’s how you’re gonna start?”

While they weren’t arguing, it would certainly sound like it from outside.

“We cannot help it! Our passions have simply taken over us!”

Steve sighed, hands on his hips. “Okay, fine.” He muttered before getting loud again. “I can’t believe you would do this to me!”

Just in time too as the kids slammed through the front door, barging in like they owned the place.

Well shit, Eddie thought. Time for a show.

"Steve, please! I thought you'd be happy for me!" Eddie shouted back, waving his free arm around. Honestly, he’d given better performances than this and Steve was trying his best.

"Happy for you? How could I be happy for you when you're stealing Nancy away from me!"

Nancy glared at Steve from Eddie’s side and the grimace he gave in return said sorry.

“I’m sorry Steve but-”

“You’re supposed to be my friend Eddie!” 

Friend. That still ticked him. Friends didn’t have other friends tongues up their-

Nope. Stop. This was serious business. Could he not go five minutes with Steve in the same room without getting stupid horny over him?

“I am your friend! But you can’t expect me to ignore the pull of true love!”

“True love?” Nancy asked. Like she was saying Really? You’re going that far?

And well… Eddie never really knew when to stop pushing, did he?

“That’s right. True love, shnookums, my precious little rainbow cupcake.” When Eddie booped her on the nose, she dug her nails into his side hard and he had to put all his effort into not reacting.

Dustin was staring around at them like they’d all set his fucking house on fire or something.

“This is a complete betrayal! I don’t know if I can ever look at you the same way again, either of you! In fact, I don’t think I can look at you anymore at all!” 

Steve had to turn to face Robin to hide his grin from the kids and Robin just chewed on her lollipop, trying not to react.

“I don’t think there’s anything more I can say to you two. I never want to speak to you again! I never want to see you again!” Steve cried, hamming up the drama in a way Eddie knew was adopted from his own mannerisms and Jesus Christ he was so in love. “Go on, run away together and leave me behind! I wash my hands of you two.”

Eddie sighed. “That’s too bad Steve, I’m sorry this is goodbye forever, never to see each other again, never to interact or even ask the kids about one another in passing. This is truly a terrible, irreparable breaking of the Fellowship, never to be fixed!”

Okay.

Maybe they’d gone overboard on the drama a tad, but who could blame them? 

Dustin certainly looked like he was taking it all seriously, wide eyed and open mouthed as he and Nancy turned to face him.

“Eddie.” Dustin whined. “What have you done?”

Excuse me, the fuck?

“What have I done? I did nothing but follow my heart, struck down by Cupid's arrow!” Eddie sent the full force of his glare at the kid. “What have you done, Dustin? You started this.”

“This wasn’t the plan, Eddie! This wasn’t the plan!”

And now Steve was coming over, interrogating Dustin and Dustin was fucking arguing back like he wasn’t the one in the wrong, looking between all of them with something like realisation on his face. 

"Wait."

He was staring between Steve, Eddie and Nancy, finally connecting the dots.

"Personally, I think I pulled off 'straight' rather well." 

Being into girls wasn’t the issue, being exclusively into girls though? Pretending he wasn’t undressing Steve with his eyes every time he looked at him? 

That had been the real challenge. 

Steve was pouring his heart out, trying to get Dustin to understand why everything he’d done was so fucked up, but the kid was just looking for an escape route.

“Eddie?”

Like hell.

“Don’t look at me, I am not on your side here, Henderson. I told you how this would end when you first approached me and you wouldn’t listen.”

“But you were bluffing! There’s no way you could have known he wouldn’t want this! You don’t know Steve that well.”

“What happened to 'you're a friend his own age', huh? You’re still assuming you know everything without a complete picture. There’s a glaring puzzle piece you’re missing out on because, and I’m sorry I have to say this, you don’t look at things objectively like a scientist should. You let your emotions run you and again refuse to see past the end of your own nose.”

And even then, even after all of that, Dustin still wanted to demand answers out of them.

“What could I possibly be missing?” He pouted, petulant and childish.

“Oh no, you don’t get to bully that information out of us." Eddie said. "If you were meant to know, then you’d know. But you don’t get to decide what secrets people do or don’t tell you. Part of being a grown up is understanding that.”

“But why… why wouldn’t you tell me something like that?”

“This. This is why, Dustin." Steve answered, running a hand through his hair. He was getting more and more stressed by the second. While he spoke, his shoulders were becoming tenser, his face was becoming harder and Eddie knew that he was going to need a little while to recover after this. He’d be so emotionally drained and all Eddie wanted to do was scoop him up and take him away from everything, from all this.

Let him live his life outside the kids, outside Hawkins, be young again. Be carefree. 

Even after all this, explaining to Dustin why this was so fucked up, he was still trying to deflect. Bring in the other kids in a hope his consequences would be lessened.

Fat chance.

Then he had to go and make that one last comment.

“So that’s it? You’re happy being single? Really?” 

Eddie wasn’t even really feeling angry anymore. Just so incredibly disappointed. He put a steadying hand on the small of Steve’s back, out of sight and Robin’s hand came to join his not long after when Steve said “You still don’t get it.”

Dustin tried to defend himself one last time, but they were all done with him. At least for now.

While Nancy corralled the kids back outside Robin lifted her head, speaking to the two of them, the only two left in the house. 

“So that went…”

“As well as we could have hoped?” Eddie asked, taking Steve’s hand in his. 

Steve just shrugged, turning away from the two of them in the empty echoey house and silently making his way upstairs and Eddie felt his heart crack.

Steve loved those kids, so for something like this to happen, such a big fallout… it must be killing him.

And he was probably blaming himself for everything. 

“What do you think?” He asked Robin. “Give him a few minutes or wait for him to come down?”

“We’ll give him a few minutes. I’ll go up to him then.”

Eddie nodded, watching the top of the stairs like Steve was still visible, standing there. “I think I might take him away. Just for the weekend or something. Take him to Indy. Have some fun.”

“And show him that he could get away from all of this, permanently, if he wanted to?”

“Maybe.” He finally managed to tear his eyes away from the stairs and back to Robin. “You’re coming, if it ever does happen. We’ve got a spot on the floor of the van with your name on it.”

“Wow, thanks.” Robin rolled her eyes. “What if I fuck off to college?”

“We’ll fuck off to college with you.”

Robin tried to bite down on a smile, punching him in the arm as she passed.

“What a fucking sap.” She muttered, disappearing upstairs while Eddie went to the phone, ready to order his weight in pizzas.

In the following weeks, Eddie got to watch as Steve slowly began to open up to the idea that maybe he didn’t need to be one of those who was born, lived and died in this shithole of a town. 

The kids, though they had leaned on him an awful lot, mostly whenever he could do them favours, were starting to come to terms with the fact that they had legs.

Steve had refused every single request for a ride. He privately let Eddie know that of course he’d go out for them if it was an emergency but it never was. 

This was a small town and they had bikes.

They should never have been able to get away with those demands in the first place.

The first time it happened, they couldn’t believe it. They almost believed Steve had gotten into an accident rather than follow through on his refusal to come get them.

Which led to anger.

Which led to Steve freezing them out for a solid two weeks. Not talking to them. Not interacting with them at all.

Until they learned he was a human with his own feelings and not a robot they could all walk over.

They’d been getting around on their own before they met Steve and they’d be getting around on their own after. 

It didn’t take long after that for them to come back with their tails tucked between their legs.

Eddie had been having the time of his life, spoiling the shit out of his boy, taking him out to the city every chance he got and sometimes even further.

Just adventuring in the van as far as they could conceivably go before Steve had to be back at work and Eddie had to be back so Wayne didn’t lose his damn mind.

They’d gotten the travel bug and they refused to share about their adventures with the kids, no matter how much they bugged them for it.

Dustin was incredibly subdued.

It got better as time went on but it wasn’t until nearly a month later that Steve, cuddled up on Eddie’s couch, revealed that Dustin had called over earlier that day out of nowhere with a long handwritten letter that he’d been working on for a while.

The kid had read it aloud to him, having to pause multiple times to calm his tears so he could continue, but he got through it.

Steve hadn’t even bothered to hide his own tears from the kid.

It was slow going, but they were healing.

Steve had sworn that the contents of the letter were between the two of them and he’d never break that promise.

Dustin had stayed the night and things were getting better.

Eddie snuggled down, pulling Steve in tighter to his chest and couldn’t help but smile. The kids were learning to be more independent from Steve, no longer using him as a glorified taxi. 

Steve was learning to love himself more, not allowing himself to be walked all over.

And they were planning.

Planning for a future. Their future.

Away from the soul sucking presence of Hawkins and everything it had taken from them. 

Eddie couldn’t wait.

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[thesensteawitch]

CLOSURE You Did Not Get!❤️‍🩹

(Pick A Pile Tarot Reading)

TAKE A DEEP BREATH...

Now, Choose!

1-----2-----3

1. 2.

3.

Hey, Senstea Souls!

This is a general Tarot Reading. Take what resonates and leave what doesn't. Choose the pile that calls you the most. Feel free to choose more than one if you're called to do so.

Pile 1

(Tarot Cards- The Empress & Temperance)

The rage you carry in your heart is for the right reasons. But you did not lose your composure. You were tricked with words. I see that you had to carry something for years. You wanted to let it all out but you couldn’t. The angels want you to know that the person you have become is someone they are proud of. You had to fight with your demons to be where you are now. The war has made you highly analytical. You literally see the ins and outs of every situation. Nothing can miss your eye. Some of you may be quite intuitive too. But when you close your eyes there’s a part of you that is screaming to show itself. A part that you buried years ago. That could be a reason why at times you don’t feel good enough. Don’t let the past lower your self-esteem. In the eyes of others, you are capable of making your name without being codependent on someone! Hmm… I can hear the lyrics, “I know you’re jealous that I can make my name without a man” (It applies to both genders). Let it go. Don’t find pride in people being envious of your achievements. You are better than that. Sometimes people don’t know what to do with something so priceless when they have always learned that life is a game of gambling. And you must not dim your light for those who cannot see your worth. You are such a beautiful being, this is what Cards just whispered to me.

Pile 2

(Tarot Cards- 6 of Swords & 7 of Swords)

They wronged you and now you feel guilty? Why? Just because you are the one who walked away? No, darling. They pushed you so far that you had no other way. They were manipulative. And I know everything seemed like a party and the sun was hanging high in the sky. But it wasn’t. It was a bright bulb they fixed and told you it was the Sun. You were so blinded that you couldn’t differentiate. I hear the lyrics, “I used to think I was smart but you made me look so naïve. Ohhhhhh…. bloodsucker…bleeding me dry like a Goddamn vampire.” The pain you felt was unbearable but I see your loved ones are with you in this new journey. It’s the universe rowing your boat now. You are being taken care of. You are moving away from the turbulent waves and toward the still waters. It’s your thoughts that aren’t letting you see the way ahead. But ask your soul because it knows. Deep down you know you were a lioness/lion. Someone took that light away from you and to have it back you must release the hurt. Soon you will see yourself roaring and people praising your charisma.

Pile 3

(Tarot Cards- 5 of pentacles, The Hermit)

I am getting chills. It’s been a stormy night, in fact, nights! Did something keep you awake at night? This won’t end unless you or the person involved changes their perspective. I see that you guys are lucky because someone wise is trying to give you the right guidance. Listen to them. Only then your life can change. You need to let go of someone or something to let the new opportunity/beginning finally show itself. If you can’t forgive someone then you must know that you must heal your heart or your heart chakra will get blocked and you might become bitter. Now is the time to speak your heart. Don’t be afraid if the truth will hurt them because you both are in pain anyway. I hear the lyrics, “Some mistakes get made that’s alright that’s okay. You can think but you are in love when you are really just in pain. In the end, it’s better for me that’s the moral of the story babe.” It can be an idea or a project you are in love with that’s really not going the way it should or it could also be a relationship. It’s the partnership that’s suffering. It may also be impacting your career. You are genuinely blessed because there’s not one but two signs from the Universe. Maybe two angels or humans or one angel and one human are trying to help you out. Open your heart and you will see the light.

THANK YOU FOR READING MY PSYCHIC INSIGHTS. I HOPE I WAS ABLE TO HELP YOU.🩷

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CHECKOUT THE RATE CARD HERE AND CHOOSE THE TAROT SPREAD THAT CALLS YOU THE MOST.

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[once-upon-an-imagine]

for the shy!reader prompt could you do argyle x shy!reader in a friends to lovers type thing where he smokes w her for the first time?

btw i luv ur writing<3

ahhh thank you so much, love! 🥰🥰 and thanks for requesting Argyle he's one of my faves! ❤️❤️ Warnings: getting high with Argyle Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things😊 gif isn't mine 😁

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Tomato Soup & Grilled Cheese

"Hmm" you chuckled, coughing a little as you let the smoke out.

"Slow down, sunshine" Argyle laughed taking the blunt from you. "'S your first time, remember?" he said, taking a hit. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel like I'm floating in a cloud" you said, giggling and making Argyle smile at how adorable you looked. "Also, I'm really hungry" you told him, as you grabbed a slice of pizza. "Oh my God! This is the best pizza I've ever had!" you smiled, looking at him. "How do you do this?"

"That's just because you're high, amor. Everything tastes better" he told you.

"Nuh-uh. You are by far the best cook that's ever lived" you said, still munching another bite of the most delicious pizza you had ever tried.

"You're too sweet, love" he smiled. "You know, I don't think I've ever heard you talk this much. I'm gonna have to get you to smoke with me more often so you'll talk to me" he laughed.

"W-what do you mean?" you asked, feeling a little self-conscious. "I always talk to you" you said, confused.

"No, I know. But you've been a lot quieter since we met Jonathan, do you not like him?" he asked, curiously.

"N-no, of course, I like Jonathan" you insisted. "But you know I'm not like you. I don't feel comfortable right away with everyone" you said looking away. Argyle instantly picked up on your mood change.

"Hey" he said softly, lifting your head a little. "You know that's not a bad thing, right?" he said, frowning his eyebrows.

"It's just... I'm sometimes a little bit jealous of you" you admitted.

"Really? You're jealous of me?"

"Well, it's just that you can always easily make friends or make someone feel comfortable around you" you explained.

"You and Jonathan are literally my only friends" he chuckled.

"No, I know, but everyone at school likes you. You just... get along with everyone and you are really easy-going and you make everyone laugh and you're super chill all the time" you insisted.

"That's the weed" he laughed. "C'mon, sunshine, people like you too" he told you.

"Not really, I'm just kind of a package deal with you. But if I'm not with you, I don't think people even notice me" you informed him.

"Is that really what you think?"

"I don't mind it" you shrugged. "I can barely talk to anyone as it is. I don't know why. I just don't feel comfortable around many people-"

"You're comfortable with me" he said.

"You're different" you said as if it was obvious.

"Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Why am I different?"

"I don't know" you said, feeling your cheeks burn all of the sudden. You had said too much. "I just... know that I can be myself around you and you won't think of me differently for it or I can say my stupid jokes and you will laugh at them, or... I can go on and on about something that I like and even if you have zero interest in it you will still pay attention to me and... you always make me laugh and try to get me out of my comfort zone but in a good way. You still respect my boundaries and know even before I do if I'm not comfortable and you do whatever you can to make sure I am okay again" you explained a bit quickly.

"Is that really what you think of me?" he asked, smiling and feeling his heart beat a little faster.

"Yeah" you smiled brightly at him. "You're like... a human bowl of tomato soup" you giggled, as he frowned. "You're warm and soothing" you explained.

"Weed makes you really hungry, huh?" he laughed.

"But it's true!"

"Do you even like tomato soup?" he rolled his eyes.

"I love tomato soup, you know that" you smiled.

"So if I'm tomato soup... what does that make you?"

"Grilled cheese" you chuckled.

"Why?"

"Because grilled cheese goes with tomato soup and because you love grilled cheese" you smiled.

You knew it was definitely the weed that was making you basically confess to your best friend that you were perfect for each other in this food analogy you chose, but by the way he was smiling at you, you honestly didn't care.

"You are literally the cutest person I've seen when high" he told you.

"Really?" you asked and he nodded.

"You're always the cutest person" he admitted.

"I am?"

"You are to me" he said as you felt him place his hand on top of yours.

"See? How do you do that?" you smiled, looking down at your hands.

"Do what?"

"You always know the perfect thing to say, and I'm pretty sure you're the only one who knows how to make me smile" you told him.

"I don't know. It's easier with you. I just like when you smile" he said, cupping your cheek and bringing your face up.

"I like when you smile too" you said, in almost a whisper as you felt him pulling you closer.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah" you said, before he gently pressed his lips against yours. You felt him pull you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and you threw yours around his neck.

"I kinda like being the only one that knows how to make you smile" he said, once the two of you pull apart.

"You know how else you can make me smile?"

"By getting making you tomato soup and a grilled cheese?"

"Seriously! Is like you can read my mind!"

The End

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A/N: I hope you liked it :D

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #argyle #argyle imagine #argyle x reader #argyle drabble

[fan-fantasies]

A Little Push

Warnings?: drug use (weed), I think that's it.

A/N: woah, I'm alive. It's crazy. It's been rough wanting to write literally anything, but here I am. Heather and I have been hyping each other up like crazy so I'm super excited. Just as a fair warning, this is not proof read, I'm super lazy and just don't want to. Regardless, I do hope you guys enjoy this, it was fun to write. -Breezy

Vermont was always lovely this time of the year, the leaves would change and the true beauty of nature would emerge for a small portion of time before winter would come along. You'd lived in Vermont for the majority of your life, having met your best friend, Heather, at a young age. She was the main reason you knew you weren't alone.

It was hard growing up being different, even if it was fairly easy to hide, but kids were ruthless and they were always willing to spill the tea to anyone who would listen. Nevermore was the one place you knew would be best for you, even after high school, a university for those who were different made you feel at ease. Though, even at a place full of outcasts, you couldn't help but feel different. As a siren, it was almost certain that you would have the confidence of God and the charm of an enchantress/enchanter, but you had found it very difficult to rise to those expectations.

Bianca was a prime example of who most people believed you should be. Everything about her is beautiful, her skin, her eyes, she just radiated beauty and honestly you envied her.. Maybe that’s why you never really spent time with the others, instead hanging out with Heather and the other gorgans. All of them were chill, never expected much, plus they were extremely funny. The notorious stoners were fun to watch as they got high, hell, it was fun to join them on occasion. They were just so excepting. Maybe that was why you and Ajax had gotten so close. To Heather it was pretty apparent you had a thing for him, you of course denied that. Even if you did, dating had never been in the cards. Being an outcast does that to you.

"Dude, come on," Heather began, "just ask him to hang out, hell, ask him if he wants to smoke a joint with you. He won't think twice about it." She rolled her eyes, "plus, he'd be hanging out with you and I know for a fact he'd never turn that down."

You sigh, putting your head down on the table you were currently sitting at. "Don't say that, you'll get my hopes up," you grunt, "no one ever wants to hang out with me, besides you." You whisper.

You hear Heather sigh in what you thought was defeat. You were wrong.

"Ajax! Come here!" She shouted causing your head to snap up, now looking in the direction of where she called. Sure enough Ajax came jogging over.

"Hey Heather, what's up?" His eyes met yours, "y/n, hey." He nervously said.

Before you could speak, Heather responded, "Y/n wants to hangout and have smoke, you in?" The way she said it was calm, forward but not in a pushy way.

You watched as a smile grew on his face, "Hell yeah, mine or yours?

You swallowed, "Y-Yours?" You stammer bewildered that he agreed.

"Great, stop by a little later." You respond with a simple nod before he walked off. You sat there stupefied, did that really just happen?

"Told you." Heather smirked, her arms crossed over her chest.

"I can't believe you."

She laughed, "I think the word you're looking for is, thank you." She teased.

Your expression must have shown your anxiety, Heather's face softened.

"Look, I know it's hard to believe someone other than me would want to hang out with you. Let's be honest, I'm not the most social butterfly either, like I legit could turn people to stone but please," she began, "give him a chance, at least be his friend." She begged. You listened to your friend, you'd been through everything together and you knew she'd never do anything to hurt you.

You nod, "okay, I will. Thank you."

She smiled, "Now, how about we go back to yours and get you ready for your date." She teased.

The hours leading up to meeting up with Ajax seemed to drag out causing anxiety to bubble up inside of you. You were finally gonna hang out with Ajax, alone. The idea of all of this made your heart flutter, it was finally happening. You'd snuck out of your dorm, down the long, and seemingly endless, corridors towards his room. When you arrived, you knocked softly hoping to not alert anyone around.

The door swung open with haste, Ajax stood there in his casual clothing with a small smile on his face.

"Hey come in," he spoke as he stepped aside letting you enter. He had some quiet music playing in the background, nothing that you recognized though.

"Did you kick Xavier out?" You joke, seeing as though it's just him.

Ajax rubbed the back or his neck, "would you believe me if I said no?"

You laugh softly, "no." You admit. He chuckled softly, not speaking again. He motioned you over to his side of the room, "make yourself at home, I'll go get a joint for us."

You hesitated before slowly walking over to his desk, taking a seat in his desk chair. You could hear him shuffling around, opening and closing drawers before coming back over. He had everything ready to go, he must have prepared ahead of time.

"What, you don't wanna sit with me?" He joked with a smirk before he flopped on his bed.

You felt your cheeks heat up but you nervously laughed, "Buy me dinner first." You threw back. A wide grin spread on his face, one that even the Cheshire cat would be proud of.

"Maybe after." He winked before motioning you over. You comply, standing from your current seat and making your way to his bed, now sitting across from him.

He took the first step, lighting the joint and taking a few shirt puffs before offering it to you. You carefully take it from him, bringing it to your lips and inhaling. The familiar burn filled your lungs as you held the smoke in for a few moments,then allowing yourself to relax before exhaling. You take another hit before handing it back to Ajax. The atmosphere was comfortably silent, the both of you just enjoying each other's presence.

"I'm really glad you wanted to hang out." He admitted before taking another puff.

You glanced over at him, "really? I know I technically didn't ask but I've wanted to hang out. We don't get to just hang out together, usually Heather or Xavier are with us." You ramble looking at your hands.

He chuckled, "you're right," he began, "which is why I'm glad." He explained.

You take another drag before responding, "I never thought you'd want to," you blurt, traces of smoke passing by your lips.

His eyebrows knit together, clearly confused, "why's that?" He questioned curiously.

You weren't sure how to respond, you sat in silence for a moment.

"If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. Just know, whatever it is, you can trust me." He mentions calmly.

Your mind began to swirl with thoughts, you weren't sure if it was the weed finally starting to take effect.

"It's just," you begin, "I've never been good around people, Heather's always been my only friend since we were kids." You explain.

"You've known Heather for that long?" He pressed.

You smile softly, "Yeah, we grew up together, lived in the same city in this wonderfully cold state." You tell him, "it's kinda crazy to think about." You giggle. "But she's been the only friend I've had, once my abilities as a siren began to show most people avoided me. As sirens, I would say we are pretty charismatic but I've never seen myself as that."

Ajax remained quiet as he listened to you.

"Hence why I don't really hang around with the other sirens. I consider myself an outcast among outcasts."

Ajax shook his head, "well, if it makes you feel any better, I'd say you're the better of them." He put the, now finished, blunt in the ashtray, "in fact, I'd say you're the most attractive of them." He admits.

You felt your heart stop, had you heard him right? "W-what?" You stammer looking at him.

He lit another joint, "Yeah, I think you're beautiful " He clarifies before putting the joint between his lips. You look at him, taking in his features, his gorgeous eyes, kissable lips and the few unmissable snakes that would peek out from his beanie. It was a few moments before he noticed you looking at him.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing… I just…" You stammer, "can I kiss you?" You ask, having a sudden burst in confidence. Thank you weed.

He didn't hesitate, he placed the joint in the ashtray before moving it. You scoot closer to him, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You were nervous, and clearly so was he. You decided to just take the leap, closing the distance between the two of you, your lips brushing against each other. Your heart was hammering against your ribs as he pressed his lips now firmly against yours. The kiss was slow, warm, it sent electricity through your body. It was a strange feeling, but not anything you were against. It was clear Ajax was a bit hesitant, you weren't sure if it was nerves or something else, regardless you couldn't help but let out a giggle before pulling away. You could see the faint blush on his cheeks, his eyes slightly glazed over due to the effects of the weed. A dorky smile grew on his face, he didn't speak for a few moments.

"Please tell me we can do that again."

You laugh, "Yeah, I'd like that "

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[yesbutmakeitgay]

Once Upon A Time I Used To Know A Girl

Chapter 11

Carol Danvers x Reader

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Summary: Kamala and Valkyrie have a heavy conversation, Valkyrie has had enough.

Angst, Slow Burn, Amnesia.

Word count: 948

Searching For Meaning

"You did what?" Kamala shrills.

"She ambushed me." The girl shoots Valkyrie a look.

Kamala pinches her nose, "You told her Carol's codename?"

"I did no such thing, I merely called her 'Marv' and she put the pieces together, it's not my fault she's that smart." The King tries to downplay it.

"How could you do that?"

"In my defense during the whole conversation I only slipped once, at the end. I deserve some credit for that."

The girl is beyond agitated, "No, you do not, you literally did the one thing Carol asked us not to do!"

"Correction, the one thing she asked you not to do," The King accentuates the word 'you,' "as far as I’m aware she hasn't spoken to me since she got back." She crosses her arms.

The girl stops her pacing around the room and lowers her voice, "Wait, not even once?"

"Not once."

"Are you okay with that?" Kamala asks feeling a little awkward.

"Does it look like I’m okay with it?"

"To be fair, you do always seem to be pretty chill with everything which is something I envy," she admits bashfully.

"Either way, it is not her wishes I work to uphold."

"Then what is it?"

"Peace." Valkyrie asserts with grace.

"God, you really are starting to sound like a King." Val feigns offense, "Well she's gonna find out sooner or later," Kamala points out, getting them back to the problem at hand.

"So we should get to her before she does." Valkyrie has already thought it through.

"How? She's not responding to anyone, clearly."

"All the more reason to pay her a visit." There is a mischievous look on The King's face.

"Hold on, before you do that, there is something I need to talk to you about," Valkyrie stops in her tracks, "I've been thinking,"

"Is that news to anyone?" Val teases her.

"About this whole situation and there is something very strange going on."

"Yeah, I told you that the first time you called me."

"I think I know what it is now." That catches The King's attention.

The girl begins to explain her train of thought, resuming her pacing, "The last mission she remembers is the one before she met Carol. She remembers Aladna and Prince Yan, but not Princess Carol. She remembers her home in Louisiana, but not that she shared it with Carol. She remembers working with Monica, but not working with Carol. She can't remember Monica's last mission with us, or that you became King, both of which involved Carol. She can't remember Carol's voice or her uniform," Valkyrie looks at her, confused, "the scar on her neck, I saw it before, but I didn’t pay it any mind."

"It’s from repeated use of a sedative," Val points out.

The girl stops again, "How’d you know that?"

"I don’t scar easily, but, if I did, I may have one just like it."

"So her nightmares are true," Kamala concludes.

"What are you suggesting?"

"Her memory loss wasn't an accident, it was the whole plan all along."

"Careful what you say little Marv," The King warns her.

"Just think about it, it's not like she only remembers things from a certain date back and she has been able to gradually recall more people and events with our help, but even though she has seen and heard Carol she just doesn't recognize her." There is a mixture of thrill and terror in the girl’s voice.

"You're saying the ambush's purpose was to kidnap her and take all her memories of Marv away? Why would they do that?" Valkyrie is not sold on the theory.

Kamala tries to make sense out of it, "Why would the bad guys take the most powerful good guy's loved one and erase their memory?"

"To get them out of the way, obviously," you meddle into their conversation, "you probably don't have enough power to get rid of the hero so you take what's most important to them, usually a damsel in distress, they'll be so aggrieved that they'll take themselves out of the game, then you can do whatever you want." The answer seems so clear to you.

They both stare at you in slight panic that you might have heard their discussion, "That checks out," Val accepts your answer tentatively.

"What are you guys talking about?"

"Nothing," they respond in unison. You sit beside them trying to ignore the silence your presence just created.

After some time you decide to break the tension, "I keep thinking about that symbol, I mean, if I worked with her for so long I would have definitely remembered it when I saw it again. And ‘Captain Marvel?’ It doesn’t feel right rolling off my tongue." Kamala’s heart skips a beat hearing you say Carol’s codename for the first time, "If she didn’t have anything to do with the accident, why did she go MIA? Just to piss me off?"

"To piss all of us off," Valkyrie mumbles, rolling her eyes, Kamala silently scolds her.

"She was so aggrieved that she took herself out of the game," the girl repeats your words slowly.

Realization dawns upon you, "Am I the damsel in distress?" Kamala can only give you a sympathetic smile, “How long?” You frown trying to process the news.

“Few years,” the girl answers softly, making your heart drop. Learning you were in a romantic relationship with The Captain for years makes it all the more concerning that you can't remember her.

Trusting you’re in good hands, Valkyrie borrows the keys to one of the very expensive cars in the compound and takes off.

"Where is she going?"

"To find Captain Marvel."

It's almost time for a reunion, who's ready? 👀

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[scoonsalicious]

Here we are ladies, gents, and the non-binaries. The long-awaited Chapter 27 which you've blessed us in FULL today. 8 parts??? what have I done to deserve this? And I've got so many thoughts I Literally had to stare at my screen to collect myself because where do I even start????? Well, first off, I can start with the fact that that was amazing and you're incredible, and thank you for this. I've got so many things to say but I'm literally short-circuiting so AAAH. okay. I'm doing it by roughly by parts so I don't miss a thing. And since you've given us 8 parts, expect this to be the longest essay yet (I'm not even kidding please I apologize this got away from me)

First off, the slow build-up was killing meeee. But then again, I do love seeing them having normal conversations (I mean, a dick in the garbage disposal isn't exactly normal but I digress because that part made me laugh) and seeing Bucky be so protective of her because he has a point. Jesse is out for blood and leaving Pocket alone would be a terrible idea (I mean, well, we obviously see this later). I love their banter too! The teasing and the joking and Bucky's smug lil "nothing I haven't seen before" like okay, pipe down. I love Pocket's stubbornness, arguing with Bucky that she can handle herself (which she can obvs) but I couldn't help but giggle when she *pouts* "I have a gun" *pouts* when Bucky told her that even Nat couldn't handle Jane in hand to hand ESPECIALLY when the unhinged snake is set out for the kill and a super soldier at that.

Now, the footage of Jacky in the Hydra base. That was….a lot. It honestly was so disturbing and scary. It's absolutely insane the way Hydra manufactured her obsession with Bucky. But it's also genius in the sickest way. Because THAT is how you make sure you get a mission done. A teenage crush turned obsession? I mean, have you seen one direction fans back in the day? They were unhinged and could hack anything and that's without training (I was a fan too and I saw it all happen online LMAO). Now we have someone who is a teenage girl with an obsession, who's fucked in the head with all that Hydra manipulation, has super soldier powers, a highly trained assassin and has been made to believe that she can get everything she wants? Who’s stopping that? She makes serial killers look sane. She's been set out to him before anyone even knew she existed. Honestly, that whole thing just had me sitting staring at the wall for a few seconds before I could continue because it's insaneeee. It's so scary, just thinking about someone like her existing in the real world. But that part where she was about to jerk off to Bucky's picture has me laughing and feeling distraught at the same time. But that hint of Bucky being uncomfortable about it followed by Pocket's comment about already sleeping with her, at first I thought he just felt guilty about it but after reading all the parts? A foreshadowing that he's never been comfortable in the first place? I see what you're doing. But god, massacring a whole Hydra base and just the image of her Carrie-style but with a proud grin. Chills. Get her away from me please I'm scared.

(on a side note, Pocket thirsting over Jesus Barnes in Wakanda please BIG MOOD. That really reallyyyyy short clip of him in Infinity War throwing that sack with one hand has me falling in line like, yes sarge, me next please. ANYWAY back to the story)

I'm glad they cleared up that whispering in the conference room when the whole below the paygrade comment. Because people keeping forgetting that were just in Pocket's POV and with that comes some unreliable narrating sometimes because we obviously won't get the full scope of what happened because we're only seeing her thoughts and her perception on the situation. Which is why I always think it's important to think on a broader scale outside what's shown on the text. But god, THAT much money? I'm still heartbroken for Chloe though because she didn't deserve that. But sigh, we just discussed not letting Pocket leave the safe house for her safety and then suddenly we're leaving her alone? Barnes? Really? Have you read any fanfics in your life? Anyway.

That whole commentary about the whole trafficking situation was so spot on. I have nothing else to add to that because you pretty much said it all. It's both sad and so enraging. BUT AH NO. YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO LEAVE POCKET SERIOUSLY. But she genuinely did think Dimitri was the least evil of them all so sigh. I already knew where this was going and I already had a hunch who this "Hydra" boss is waiting at the club. But lol the gasp I let out when I read her name. *insert that 'why am I gasping, I already knew that meme' here* Even just that hint of Jordan being so quick and strong since she's a super soldier, it really sets the tone how Pocket really can't get out of this through physical strength. And now the face off begins.

But damn. I honestly didn't think she'd get even crazier yet here we are. I even felt my skin crawl just knowing the amount of time Jerms spied on Bucky, Pocket, and them both together. She's literally been watching their every move even in the confines of their bedroom. And that gives her so much upper hand because all the fights, insecurities, weaknesses, all their trauma and past, what makes them tick as a couple, what breaks them down, she knows it ALL and she's obviously going to use that to her advantage. Well, she did and she did it well. Imagine playing a cheese game with someone who already knows all your moves. How can you win against that? Every time she says she "loves" him I have the urge to throw up. Like girl you don't. You’re obsessed with him. There's a huge difference. And God that she show here obsession and delusion and that really is the best play Pocket could make. Shattering that deranged fairytale she has in her head of Bucky ever wanting her.

That part, where Juno admitting to feeding Bucky all the things she'd been feeding him, especially the degradation parts. When you're so desperate to try and save a relationship, you really do become willing to try anything and take any advice even if it's not the best ones. And like I said many parts ago, she's smart so the way she manipulated Bucky (who's already so insecure and broken and such an easy mind to manipulate) was so calculated that it was always going to be a success.

Which brings me to the infamous video which was without consent, might I add. The way Jayla made it seem in her text when she recounted it Bucky was so far from what actually happened. She really was selling it as if they'd fuck like no tomorrow and Bucky turned into this feral sex god or something. But that's her delusions playing it up, making it seem like it was the best sex ever when in reality, that couldn't have been farther from the truth. That wasn't fucking, hell I don't even know what you call that. I mean, I could be pushing it here so please do correct me if I'm wrong, but that was SA in a way. An unenthusiastic yes is still a no and you could clearly see that Bucky wasn't into it, tried to stop it even. And with men, there's a different dynamic when it comes to SA because of patriarchal standards and toxic masculinity and this misconception that they always want sex etc. And it truly was pathetic on Josef's part claiming that they fucked because, dude, what was that? But it also left a bad taste in my mouth for Bucky. Because what I saw in my head was just him laying there while she took what she wanted, I guess. And yeah, he didn't push her off and there was a part of him that was so hurt and angry thinking that Pocket betrayed him that he wanted to get revenge but even then, he didn't seem that excited on the fact. I mean, the snake had to bring up the articles and Steve over and over and over again because that's the only way she could keep Bucky angry and hurt enough to not protest and just, let things happen. And she was feeding him lies and hitting exactly where it would sting with that purple push up bra because how could she have known that right? In Bucky's head, that was confirmation that she was telling the truth because he didn't know that Jenny had access to footages. She played her game well and she stabbed him exactly on where the stitches are so that was a lost cause on Bucky's part.

And God, I have all my reports saved in one doc and I really did hit it already did I. About me saying how Bucky probably let Russia happen as a way to punish himself too. And that Jayla truly did play into Bucky's insecurities with those articles because what fight does he have against America's Golden Boy? When he already believes Pocket deserves someone better and that someone took form into the person he's insecure about the most? How can you not spiral? I know I'm repeating myself but we truly can't just ignore what Bucky went through with Hydra in all of this. He's got such a fragile mind and self esteem that it's already easy to break him down if you truly think about it. Now, imagine having someone who knows EVERYTHING that made you crumble and has all the ammo and information to be able to say just the right words for you to trust them? And, well, speaking from experience, you really can't know you're being manipulated until you're out of it. I didn't realize how bad my experience was until I retold it to a friend. So I don't Bucky had an ounce of awareness as to what Joanna was doing to his mental state. It was the sickest most calculated thing what she did that I think even the most secure person could feel that security crumble even for a little. Now you have someone who's already fragile and insecure in the first place? He honestly stood no chance.

Obviously, it doesn't take away the fact that Pocket was still hurt and she has every single right to be. But I think she was more hurt that Bucky wasn't secure in their relationship and her love for him rather than the act itself. Because the way it happened really was kind funny and God I cringed at the way Jocelyn took so so long to even get him going and not even get him going at all because Bucky had to think of Pocket to get hard. And he truly only got himself going by imagining it was Pocket. I mean, he had his eyes closed!!! Beyond me how Juan was able to keep going since Bucky was practically screaming someone else's name so fucking obvious and loud and I have no doubt she heard it since she's a super soldier but she's a different level of delusional so I'm not even surprised. Taking what she could get probably.

I can't WAIT to see feral protective Bucky on the next part. And as much as I want to see all the action, I kinda want him to see him be so calm with his confrontation with Jude. Because you know what would truly break that snake? Bucky telling her over and over and over how he could never love someone like her in all the languages and all the phrases he could. Is it evil of me to want him to break her down on a mental level rather than physical? Because to me, that would be a much more worth it revenge with all the emotional and mental abuse she's done on Pocket and Bucky. Because yeah, Pocket saying those things already hit a nerve. Now imagine it coming from Bucky's mouth? The man she claims she "loves"? Either way, I have no doubt you're going to feed us well so I'm going to be happy not matter what happens. I CAN'T WAIT.

— Jnon 🤍

\y Beautiful Jnon,he 'dick-in-the-garbage disposal' line will live rent-free in Bucky's head for the rest of his life, lol. I like to imagine that it's a visual that got Pocket through a lot of tough times. I loved writing their banter (tbh, I love writing banter in general, lol). I just adore seeing them in a little bit of domestic fluff. And .Bucky has definitely seen it all before, lol. Literally nothing Pocket's got going on hasn't been exposed to his... intense scrutiny, lol. When it came to leaving Pocket alone, the safehouse was probably the safest place for Bucky to do it. I mean, Carthage knew about the Wiggle Room, but she didn't know where the safehouse was.

I'm pleased (which is weird to say) that the Hydra footage was disturbing-- it was 100% meant to be. Like, back in the '90s (the glorious '90s, which I miss with every fiber of my being), I was a HUGE Hanson fan. Like, so rabid I look back on it with embarrassment, lol. And I was thinking-- there's no one with greater obsessive focus than a teenage girl with a celebrity crush, you know? And it just kind of made sense to me that Hydra would harness that to ensure the greatest success to assure they get their asset back. And Jade's not a teenager, but she grew up in isolation, without peers her own age, so I see her as emotionally stunted. In a weird way, she has that in common with Pocket. They were both prevented from growing up in the natural order of things so they could serve the agenda of men. They're like two different sides of the same coin. And Bucky was so uncomfortable at the idea of seeing Jade get off to photos of him, because she did, essentially sexually assault him-- he was never comfortable having sex with her, and the idea that she was using his photo for sexual gratification long before he ever knew she existed makes him feel even more violated.

Let us discus Jesus Barnes. Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have had impure thoughts of a man, repeatedly, lol. But for real, if you're not familiar, please check out Rock Me, Sexy Jesus from Hamlet 2, which is literally THE ONLY thing I can think about when I see this:

Like, turn my water in whine, please. (I'm not even sure how that works as some kind of filthy entendre, but I'mma leave it 'cause I like how it sounds, lol)

I almost didn't include the bit about Bucky telling Pocket what he actually said to Jade during the mission briefing, but I realized I didn't want her thinking he divulged her secrets. He did some shit, but he didn't do that.

Bucky has not read any fanfics in his life, unfortunately, but this just gave me a hilarious idea for a oneshot where Pocket tries to get him riled up by reading a smutty Bucky Barnes fanfic to him, so thank you for that, lol.

Sad part is, Pocket trusted Dimitri. And I think he trusted her, too, which was why he was so betrayed when he found out she wasn't who she said she was. I did need Bucky to leave Pocket alone, but in his defense, the safehouse was the safest place he could have left her. I mean, Jade knew about the Wiggle Room, knew that she would be working there, but she didn't know where the safehouse location was. So, it seemed liked the safest place at the time, and it would have been if Dimitri hadn't shown up for her. Everyone wanted Pocket to kick Jade's ass, and I wanted it, too, but Jade's always been too strong and fast. All Pocket could use to beat her is her wits.

Having her spy on Bucky and Pocket was actually a late addition to the narrative, and I'm so glad I included it, because it really cements how messed up she is. And it gave her so much ammo to use against them. They really did not stand a chance with her having all that access. (Also, I know you meant "chess game," but you wrote "cheese game" and I am in so in love with that, I'm going to pretend you did it on purpose, lol). I also wanted to show that Jade wasn't just crazy, but she was smart, too, and resourceful, which is what makes her so much more dangerous.

And you're not wrong-- the Russia incident bordered on sexual assault. I don't think he would ever see it like that, being a man from the '40s, but it was. An unenthusiastic yes is just as bad as a no. She pushed and manipulated him so badly, he really had no chance. And once she brought up that purple push up bra? It was over. Without knowing she'd been spying, how could he not believe her?

I'm dying to hear your thoughts about Chapter 28! I can't wait! Love you!

#unwanted #jnon report

[luffythinker]

Alright, Ojiro/Deku hows that for a rarepair? It all started with the Shinsou thing at the sports festival when Ojiro said when this for me. After Deku won Ojiro was really happy and Deku looked at him like "Huh....he's actually really cute" i don't think not a single person ships this but me they could be cute together. Ojiro training with Deku and Deku getting his ass folded by a martial artist but also Ojiro getting folded by Deku cause he's literally the strongest ever. Can we call the ship plain boys cause apparently in the mha universe Deku looks plain, has been called plain and Ojiro's room is plain as well apparently lol. They probably fell in love training together you can't convince me something ticked in their heads when a fist or foot collided with the others head or stomach. Ojiro is bad at cooking, he can only make simple things that don't require a lot of actual cooking.

Deku: "We are having katsudon"

Ojiro: "We had that 3 nights in a row."

Deku: "it's that, white bread or TV dinner"

They go shopping together always end up in the exercise section. Deku likes cuddling with Ojiro's tail it keeps him warm on a winter night. Ojiro is actually super shy when it comes to romance, Deku sort of is too so it's blushing covering their faces in the first part of the relationship but they slowly learn to contain themselves. They hold hands alot. They are a couple that rarely has any problems or arguments besides Ojiro asking Deku to please take care of himself but it never turns into a argument. Deku never would have guessed clothes shopping with Ojiro was this interesting, he's in on everything, he's asking questions. He's watching the people at the store prepare the pants with a tail hole for Ojiro or a sleeve and it's like the most interesting thing in the world to him. Ojiro is just looking at him cause this is normal. Don't know how they confessed but it had to be Ojiro who casually asked if Deku wanted to go out sometime.

Deku: "Oh! me?" and he's pointing at himself.

Ojiro: nervously laughs. "You're the only here."

Everything is just so natural for them to fall into, including each others habits. One time Ojiro is drunk at a part with Deku who hasn't had a single drink since he got here cause somebody told Ojiro he needed to relax and have fun at the party (probably Mina) and Ojiro said.

Ojiro: "i want to do taxes and laundry with you"

Deku: "What does that mean?"

He never answered him but he found out via Tsuyu like months later that it means he wants to get married, he freaks the fuck out cause he didn't even know he's married material. He brings it up and Ojiro says.

Ojiro: "Midoriya i was drunk!" half thinking it's funny half trying to understand why that's the take away Deku got from that time.

Deku: "Obviously! but did you mean it?"

Deku just takes somethings too seriously but Ojiro thinks it's cute.

okay I asked for a rarepair and you really delivered, let's get into these two

I like the idea of them bonding over fighting together, cause very different styles but it would help both of them. And the idea that Izuku is plain is just absurd to me like this boy is beautiful but i digresskjdfjkdfk the people in the bnhaverse are crazy

them both not knowing how to cook byeeeekxjcdkfj them living off instant ramen and take-out and the one dish Izuku can actually cook

wait i think it's kinda cute that deku could sleep hugging the tail or it's just there for warmth during the night; i also think they would be a very chill couple, like nothing to complain about

okay you kinda sold them to me, cause this shit is cuteeee, like they would just be so sweet and cute together, can see them having romantic dates and everything. it would be an easy safe thing for both of them

#ojideku #ojiro mashirao #midoriya izuku #bnha #mha #bnha rare pair #rei replies

[noaltbruh]

Hello! Im not sure if your doing requests for this still, but if you are could I request 🍨 ❗️ 💤 🌺 💍 for Risotto? Thank you!

Managed to temporarily free myself from the octopath traveler rabbit hole to write this 😎

And of course! I hope you like it 😊

🍨 Are they more chill about their relationship or a bit more possessive towards their S/O?

I wouldn't say "possessive" is the right word in this case. Risotto has put a lot of faith in your relationship and genuinely thinks the two of you are going to last together, if he's decided to commit himself to become your partner.

Moreover, he knows that being the capo of La squadra, he won't always be there, and would be more than glad to know your have other important people in your life to make you happy when he's away.

But. But he's very protective of you and your relationship. He knows that just letting you be in his life means you're always going to face some sort of threat, so when he actually is around, he will be very careful and won't let you get too far away from him.

❗️How would they surprise their S/O?

I like to think that Risotto is not very good at surprising people unless you count him murdering them a surprise. So he'll be kind of lost when the rest of the team suggests him to catch you off guard with something unexpected.

After some thought, he decides that the best way he has to surprise you, is to come home one day to you without you knowing anything about it. Maybe he told you he was going to be away all week, yet there he is waiting on your front door for you to open.

At this point, after greeting you with a kiss and a smile, possibly some flowers too, Risotto will be willing to spend all your time together as you prefer, anything is okay for him and he just wants to make you happy, especially if it had been a while since you two got to he together like this.

💤How often do they fantasize about their S/O? Is the latter constantly on their mind?

Risotto is a very busy and down the earth man. Sadly, I don't think he has much time to daydream about you, to he honest. If he's on a murder mission or investigating about... A certain person he has a problem with, he'll be far too focused on his job to think about his partner.

Aside from that, however, I can actually see him thinking back about little sweet moments the two of you shared, wishing to always make new memories with you and perhaps thinking about what he could do to improve your relationship.

With that being said, considering you'd probably move him with him after some time, especially since he's an adult, he'd much rather make those thoughts become reality instead of fantasizing. He prefers concrete facts.

🌺 Do they believe they deserve their S/O or sometimes feel like the latter is too good for them?

(Can I just say I'm surprised this wasn't requested more? I was expecting it to be one of the most asked, guess I was wrong lol)

Mh...Like I said, Risotto has a lot of trust in you and your bond. He knows he can be quite attractive considering his look and wouldn't be too surprised if you were to fall for him at first.

On the other hand, he will he very surprised and won't really...Understand at first, when you decide to remain with him even after finding out about his job. Doesn't he disgust you? Aren't you afraid of him? Of a literal assassin?

These thoughts sometimes cross his mind and makes him wonder if you're too good of a person to be with a cruel mafioso like him. Wouldn't you rather find someone a bit less... Dangerous? That can actually give you a stable life?

At the end of the day, however, your sole presence is more than enough to take those ideas off his mind very often, and he's gunshot happy with you and hopes you're happy with him.

💍How would they propose to their S/O?

Risotto would think thought proposing you a lot before actually taking this step. Is it too early? Maybe even too late? Do you have everything that you need for a demi-stable marriage? It's one of the most important decisions in his life and he wants to take it with his head, not just his heart.

When these two sides eventually come to an agreement, it's time to actually put the idea into action. I think he'd rather propose to you in a very quiet and intimate place, with nothing nor to distract you from each other and the special moment the two of you will be sharing.

It would probably be at night, after a carefully crafted evening spent together, he'd get down on his knee and propose to you only illuminated by the stars and the small sparkle in his red eyes.

"I have to admit, amore mio, I hadn't planned for someone to have such a deep impact on my life after the loss I've experienced long ago. Yet, you never felt hesitation in being with me, despite knowing the uncertainty of what the future may have in mind for people like me. And while I cannot give you safety, I can give you my love, a treasure you helped me discover, and it is only fair that I share...No, that I gift to you, if you'll let me. So, will you marry me?"

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[ladyimaginarium]

Free General Collective Reading !!

Withdraw: You're being told by your spirit guides to please take the time to relax if and/or when you can. It's the weekend, after all! Take the time to have a nap, too !! Sleep is very important !! Foxes or some kind of fox spirit or a deity related to foxes may be significant to you; I'm specifically getting Inari and kitsune specifically. Maybe you watch Naruto ( iconique !!) . Either way, please rest. Good luck w/ everything !!

Surrender: This pretty much echoes the previous card. You're being asked to surrender anything that stresses you out for the time being. Literally just chill tf out. Prioritize you first and foremost (unless you have, like, a kid or something, then obviously prioritize them but even so take care of yourself too, though I'm getting the feeling this is just probably going to be for very few people)! Very straightforward !!

Confidence Is Your Key To Success; New Moon In Leo: Something big in your life may be happening considering this card is upright and the bright golden colors illuminating the card and Leo energy practically radiating from it. It's pretty straightforward, whatever you're working on, whether it's yourself you're working on or maybe a project you've been thinking of working on, it's going to be okay !! Leo rules the Strength card in Tarot so Leo could be significant, whether you have those placements or someone who's important to you has those placements, Leo Season ( July 23rd-August 22nd ) could be significant, too. Whatever this is that you're working on, I'm& wishing y'all the best in whatever you decide to pursue, SLAYYYY !!

You & Your Loved Ones Are Safe; New Moon In Cancer: What a lovely and perfect card to end your reading !! Generally speaking, if you're reading this, you and your loved ones are safe and you don't need to worry about it so chill out & have fun !! Cancer may be significant, whether you have those placements or someone else you know does, it also rules The Moon card in tarot and Cancer Season so that may be significant. These are all straightforward messages which I'm& grateful for !!

Shufflemancy Song: Cruel World — Lana Del Rey.

Additional Notes: omg.. have some of y'all cut sb off ?? Looking at the shufflemancy song I& can't help but be curious LMAO lemme know y'all's situation if that is actually the case I& wanna know the tea !! Regardless tho your cards here look really good for you so good for y'all !! If any of this resonates with you, you can reblog it & add it in the tags or comment how it resonates, I'm curious to see how this resonated with you !! All really straightforward messages g-d bless !!

Disclaimer: take what resonates & leave the rest, keep in mind that energy and outcomes can always change & nothing is forever set in stone, you have free will in every choice you make !! as a general message: my readings are for entertainment purposes only and don't replace professional medical/legal/business help. feedback and a review after a reading is given, whether public or private, is obligatory. you can do that by reblogging ( only if the reading was made for you specifically ), dming or emailing us privately on the matter. if you do not provide this, you will be added to my greylist and won't be given anymore readings, free or paid, until you give feedback.

decks used: Threads Of Fate Oracle; Shadow Edition & Moonology Oracle.

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[girlindelusionn]

oh my god HELLO i just logged back into tumblr and i screamed when i saw the two chapters you posted 😭 THEY ARE SERIOUSLY everything i could’ve dreamt of and more holy shit u are now my fave person in the world. also yes dw i did mean lover by taylor PLS. u have seriously made me the happiest person on the planet and i will be reading all 10k+ words. ily never stop writing

HI LOVE IM SO GLAD YOU'RE LIKING THIS 😭 you're officially my fave person in the world too, ily and thank u for such sweet words!!

here's chapter three <3

i want them all, robin x you (part 3!)

"We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call"

part 2! part 4!

You leave the living room to go find more ice and smile like an idiot when you see her cleaning a couple of cups on the sink. Seeing her exist so naturally in your own house still made you unreasonably happy. 

She was always beautiful, but tonight it was almost too much. Happiness did that for her. And, against all odds, she had been wrong all those times before. People, or a few of them, weren't that bad. Having friends was not a time bomb, a catastrofe waiting to happen, an eternal countdown. It was pretty cool. And it made her happy. So happy. 

This year had been absolutely insane. It was exhausting to even think about it. But along the chaos, hatred and tragedy you two had grown closer to people you'd never in the world would’ve thought. I mean, fucking Steve Harrington was in your house right now! And you were okay with it! You were more than okay. You –and don't you ever tell him– kinda liked him..? Sophomore you is probably calling you a traitor in every language possible, how could you like that idiot?

Honestly, it had been just as surprising as it sounds. It’s not like you planned it.

But Robin and you desperately needed jobs during the summer –cause again, the running away thing– and the mall had recently opened so that was the most obvious choice. Besides, it meant spending all that time together without thinking excuses for your parents, and for two hormonal teenagers who had started dating just a couple months before, it was the best news in the world. Until you found out who was the third person that was gonna be working there. No joke, you almost quit on the spot. Not Steve! Literally anyone but Steve. And you knew Robin felt the same, even though she assured you pretty much every day that Tammy Thompson was not someone she thought about anymore.

But he was pretty chill now that he was out of Hawkins High. Which only proved your theory, school was a monster. He was great with kids, (he had a lot of kid friends, that was kinda weird) he knew how to handle customers (unless it was pretty girls) and he would always cover your shift if you needed to. He was also falling for your girlfriend, which wasn’t great but it was a bit amusing. Overall, he was a good guy. 

But you liking Steve was only the beginning of the crazy things that happened during the summer. First there was the code, then the fucking elevator, then the russians (how could you forget the russians?) and then the magic kid and the giant monster.  

So it was safe to say, summer had been wild. 

Autumn had flown by after all that mess, and senior year had been good so far. Nobody tells you how exciting school can be when you have someone to secretly make out with in the bathroom. Your relationship was as good as it's ever been, keeping secrets was basically second nature for both of you. As sad as that might sound. 

Good thing is, your mom and dad had decided to take a vacation for the holidays. Three. Entire. Weeks. Of an empty house and a possibility for you two of, inside these four walls, having a normal life. She had packed a bag and told her parents you were going to yet another break up and were in the urgent need of a “girls week”. Sometimes, like two percent of the time, being gay ruled. 

You had spent these weeks cooking, reading, singing and wearing down every vinyl on your collection. Doing all those things you normally wouldn't. And it has been the best time of your life. Every time it got clearer and clearer that Robin was who you wanted to spend your life with. Even if that was something you would never confess to her right now. Even if legally that couldn’t even happen. 

“You’re staring” she says. You just snort and hug her from behind. Struggling to get to her shoulder. 

“Who gave you the right to be this tall, huh? Who do you think you are?” she laughs at your tease, pretending she can't hear what you're saying from so far above. With that she earns a light punch to her side.

“Ow!”

“You deserved it” you say with a smile that gets quickly attacked by her kiss. Surprised, you look at her with your eyebrows up. “What was that?”

“Oh, it's just something called kissing…” she jokes “I can give lessons anytime soon if you want. Ow!” another punch to the side.

“I mean– we have guests in the house”

“So what? They’re over there and it wouldn’t be so bad either if they found out, right?” your face shows confusion but you keep your smile. “Why are you looking at me that way? If you don’t want them to find out, I won’t tell them or do anything in front of them. At least not on purpose, but you know how hard it is for me to actually shut up! I mean the other day Steve heard me say goodbye to you over the phone and I had to tell him my grandma calls me babygirl and–- “

You kiss her again just to shut her up. A very recurrent situation in your relationship. 

“I don’t care, Rob. But I thought you did…” you hug her a little tighter and you feel her relax in your arms.

“I mean, it’s not like I want the entire school to know about it… But maybe just Steve?”

“You wanna tell Steve?” you ask once again just to make sure she’s really okay with it.

“Yeah”

“Alright, then we’ll tell him.” you smile and she follows right after “We wait until Nancy and Jonathan are gone?” she nods and you let her continue with the dishes. The music sounds muffled from here, but you can hear laughter above it. 

“So, just for the sake of the tradition…” you ask, sitting above the counter, next to her. “Where are you thinking of running away this year?” 

She smiles to herself and thinks for a minute before answering, gaze never leaving the cups. 

“Honestly… nowhere.”

You gasp, jokingly. “Who are you and what have you done to my girlfriend?” 

She laughs a bit, but she’s serious when she says:

“What have you done to me? You made Hawkins a livable place!”

That thought, the fact that she didn’t care about where she was physically as long as she had you, made you melt with love. She was the sweetest person and you loved her so much it hurt. So, naturally, before leaving the kitchen with the ice in hand you have to steal one more kiss from her. You had planned a simple, quick kiss, but your girlfriend decided to grab your face and deepened it. You had cero (0) complaints, of course, but when you hear Jonathan’s steps in the hallway you barely have time to pull away.

“Guys? Steve just landed on the sacred stair and he might have to go back all the way to the start!” he explains as he enters the kitchen. You both hope he wont realize the faint traices of sexual tension left on the air. Or how you two are a liiitle closer than usual “Hurry up!”

You grab the ice and follow him out of the kitchen, not before shooting Robin a grin. 

The other two were still in the living room playing some kind of game Dustin had invented. It made absolutely no sense, but Steve had promised to learn the rules and play with him. Robin had landed in some kind of pit so she had lost fifteen turns. Jonathan was a little ahead of you, but he had terrible luck with the dice. You were doing pretty good, but had drawn a curse card at the beginning of the game, which made it impossible for you to advance more than five steps at a time. And Nancy and Steve were currently fighting for the win. Nancy, who had landed on the “silence cave” and could not talk for the next two turns, was four steps behind him, but now Steve had landed on the “Sacred Stair”.

“So now if you get anything but a three you're doomed?” you ask, incredulously, as soon as you sit back on the table. 

Nancy nods, Jonathan checks the handwritten manual for the fifth time, and you can’t help but laugh at Steve’s worried face.

“C’mon, Steve. You can do this.” he cheers himself up. You hear Robin scream “WAIT FOR ME” from the kitchen. A couple seconds later she's back at her spot next to you.

“Give me a three, a three, a three…” he throws the little dice a little too hard, it rolls and rolls and falls under the table. “NOBODY MOVE” All of you four find it hilarious how seriously he was taking this game.

“ITS A FIVE” informs your girlfriend with a smile on her face. 

“NO WAY”

“YOU LOST!” joyfully screams Nancy, who was also taking this more seriously than she should.

“WHERE IS IT?”

“Now you have to go back to the book of secrets, babe” laughs her boyfriend. 

“ITS A FUCKING FIVE. OH, C'MON!” he laments “After all the time that I spent trying to get the fives for the Philosopher Monster!”

And for a second everyone is happy –except for Steve, obviously– and for the first time in your life you are certain you have found your people. 

The rest of the night practically flies by and when you all notice it’s ten thirty. Jonathan and Nancy had promised to be home by eleven, to celebrate with their families, so they say goodbye and thank you for the invitation. Nancy doesn’t lose the opportunity to make fun of Steve one more time before leaving. 

“Let’s do this again sometime!” says Jonathan, kind as always.

“Yes! Can’t wait to beat you again, Steve!”

“Oh, shut up”

After a little more bickering the couple is gone and Steve stands by the door awkwardly. You know the problem, he didn’t have any family to spend the night with and he was also too embarrassed to tell you both, which was ridiculous.

“Well… I should get going too…”

“Steve, dingus, you can stay over '' clarifies Robin. His face lights up a bit, but he’s still a bit unsure. 

“You’re sure?” he asks you, the owner of the house.

“Of course, Harrington.” You smile and he gives you a hug that catches you off guard. He even takes advantage of the height difference too and lifts you a little off the ground. You laugh and hit him on the back of the head, jokingly. “Put me down, idiot!” he does so and thanks you once more “Now, when you had the genius idea of knocking the board off the table–“

“Nancy’s fault!”  

“… you also knocked the little carrots, I want them out of my floor by the time I’m done with dishes. Robin you’re in swapping duty, or the spilled soda it's gonna end up sticking to the floor”

“Yes, ma’am!” They both say. Posing as soldiers, with hands on their foreheads. You roll your eyes, and make your way to the kitchen.

After a while of tedious cleaning, —those damn carrots had flown everywhere— you take downstairs the couple of mattresses you kept for visitors and make a big bed in the middle of the living room. Steve’s early Christmas gift for Robin and you, a Queen record, was playing softly in the background and the clock on the wall marked fifteen minutes till midnight.

Steve’s in the bathroom but Robin and you are already in bed. She’s nervous, you can tell. She’s slightly trembling and fidgeting with her hands. It isn’t really the first time you both do this, but it’s as terrifying as the last time:

You two walk the distance between your math class and Mr Hauser’s classroom as you damn this fucking school for being so closed minded. All you wanna do right now is hold her shaking hand.

“We don't have to do this, you know?”

“But I want to.” She reminds you. You’re unsure “I really do. I'm just a bit nervous.”

“Are you sure this is gonna be fine? Maybe we could start with someone safer?” you offer when you face the door. Robin shakes her head no.

“Trust me, there’s no one safer than Mr Hauser.” you’re still not a hundred percent convinced, but she looks sure of her words and you would trust her with your life, so you knock on the door.

You both enter after you hear his “come in!”. He looks surprised to see you. 

“Robin! Y/N! How nice to see you both” he greets. 

“Hi” says Robin, who’s getting more and more nervous every second that passes. 

“Hi, Mr Hauser.”

You occupy the first two seats as you chat about your winter break. Well, you and Mr Hauser, Robin is weirdly quiet because of the nerves. You try to help by holding her hand under the table.

“All the way to California?” the teacher is telling you about the winter break he spent visiting his family “That must have been nice"

“Yes! Great weather. And I even managed to find a copy of–” 

“SO WE'RE DATING” says Robin out of the blue. You look at her astonished. “Y/N and I, we’re kinda– not kinda, we’re dating.” she explains. Her face is the same shade of red as her converse.

“Oh…” he says with a confused smile. You hold your breath, you know how much Mr Hauser means to her and not having his support would be devastating for Robin. “That’s great! I’m happy for you both"

You continue with the conversation, Robin actually participating this time. You even get to tell him all about your traveling plans. You also find out Mr Hauser was already aware of Operation Croissant, apparently Robin told him all about it, and he confesses he pretty much knew there was something going on between you two. 

You’re having a really good time, but after a while you need to go. Today you had a geography test and you needed every second possible to study so you say goodbye to her and the teacher and make your way to the library. As soon as you leave Robin turns back to see Mr Hauser, who’s looking at her with a grin, waiting for her to talk. 

“I know that you feel like I'm rushing into this, and it's probably a bad idea to make all these plans when we’re so young and delusional but—” she starts to ramble.

“Robin…"

“No, no, I know what you’re gonna say. ‘That’s just me being really in love for the first time’ but honestly it feels like i'm never gonna love anybody but her. Which I know sounds ridiculous cause we’re only seventeen and we have all our lives ahead of us an–”

“I was going to say that you look genuinely happy for the first time, Robin.” he explains with a small smile. 

“Oh…” she breathes “I am. I really am.” 

“Then there’s nothing more to say.”

So the whole telling Mr Hauser had gone well, and chances were telling Steve would go just as good. But it still felt awfully scary. 

“STEVE, CAN YOU HURRY UP, DUDE?” Robin yells at him. She just wants to let it out.

“IM IN THE BATHROOM” he complains.

“AND WHAT’S TAKING YOU SO LON—?”

“WE DON’T WANT DETAILS. I REPEAT, WE DO NOT WANT DETAILS” you look at her with an ‘are you insane?’ look. Robin shrugs and you sight. “Rob, it’s gonna be okay, dummy. It’s just Steve.”

She looks at you and you know she’s really trying to believe you, but it's just not that simple. 

“I know, I know. It 's just… too much, sometimes.” She shows her trembling hands and this time you do kiss her, taking advantage of the fact Steve’s still in the bathroom. Starting to realize this might be the last time hiding kisses. At least from him.

That sounded wonderful. So wonderful you kiss her even fondly. She accepts it, running her hand through your hair. 

 “WHAT?”

Oh, fuck. 

You drift apart from your girlfriend, who is still too shocked to even speak. She has the same guilty smile as you do. Like two kids caught red handed.

“…WHEN? W— WHAT?” 

You might have broken Steve.

“YOU TWO ARE…” he starts to guess. 

“Dating, yeah.” You explain. But that doesn’t erase his frown and confused gaze.

“For how long?” He says after a few seconds of silence.

You turn to Robin with a knowing look. “…a while”

“FOR HOW LONG Y/LN?” He’s not mad, just surprised. How could he have missed this completely?

“Nine months.” you reply.

“WHAT? SO YOU WERE ALREADY DATING WHEN I MET YOU?”

“Technically–” finally speaks Robin “ …yes. But only for a few weeks.”

“Wait, and all that time I…”

“Wanted to bang my girlfriend?” You complete his sentence “Yes, that was funny. But I don’t blame you, though, look at her.”

“Oh, shut up” complains Robin, rolling her eyes at you. You respond by sticking your tongue out. She tries to hide her smile, but, as always, fails miserably. 

You’re about to make fun of her yet again, but remember Steve’s still sitting in front of you. He’s wearing one of your giant t-shirts, those he's been trying to steal for the longest time, you make a mental note to make sure he actually gives it back before leaving tomorrow morning. He’s still processing, you think, but just to make sure Robin asks:

“Are you… Are you okay with it?” there’s worry in her voice and that makes him snap out of his thoughts. 

“Of course!” he assures and you feel her breathe again. It physically hurts to see her that anxious. She didn’t deserve a single bad thing. Ever. “I mean it’s a lot. And I feel like an idiot for not noticing–”

“Oh, that’s old news, Steve.” Robin chuckles, he doesn't find it as funny. 

“Well I was gonna talk about how you two are actually a match made in heaven and how I'm so happy for you guys, but whatever...” 

“Dear God, you’re such a drama queen.” 

“Come over here, you dingus.”

You three hug and when you drift apart Robin’s smile could light up the room. You have never seen her smiling so big. It takes you every bit of self control to not kiss her right there on the spot.

Then you remember. You can! You can kiss her right here right now! In front of someone!

So you do.

“Gross!” Jokes Steve. Earning not one but two punches, one in each shoulder. 

#wlw #stranger things #robin buckley #robin buckley x you #dating robin buckley #robin buckley x female reader #lgbt #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #nancy and jonathan

[dinosaurchurch]

There's times where I'm my own worst enemy. I'd like to say that other people are the problem but my high standards for myself are a never ending uphill battle that I put myself through although people have told me that I don't have to. It's not as simple as just throwing in the towel on myself and quitting, I very much have a hard ingrained perfectionism streak. Myself is the only person that I have zero chill with and I'd absolutely love to let down the reigns but I find I just can't. I don't think I know how.

I've always been an 'all or nothing' kind of person. I can't half ass something or slack off, I'm either pouring my heart and soul into whatever I do or I'm not participating. This causes me to burnout on occasion, and I'd say now is one of those times. I'm mentally fatigued and I can't keep denying that.

If there's anything I could tell people about myself it's the very fact that I don't like chaos in my environments and I don't like things slipping out of my control. I also very much like to go at my own pace and do things when I'm ready to do them, not before then. I think one of the biggest things that have contributed to my current burnout is just the amount of time wasted having to commute back and forth to my job. I cannot express how happy I am to be able to walk to work again. I could go on a rant about how terrible public transport is in the city I live in but I think I'll save it for another time.

When it comes to dealing with burnout sometimes I find you can kind of trudge through to the other side and then there's times where you just can't. Having to accept that maybe you've got to ease off of the gas pedal is one of the hardest things to do. I tell myself that maybe I can balance it all until I literally can't and everything spills over, all of the emotions I had bottled up come oozing out over the top and I can no longer contain them.

I'm not a person that likes reaching out for help nor do I like to admit defeat especially when I'm the cause of it but there are times where I have to accept that. A lot of people feel shame when it comes to stepping back for your mental health like you should be able to handle everything but it's okay if you can't. Being kind to yourself in the sense of retreating when needed is also a form of self care. It's typically the start of getting back on track when you do come clean and say that yeah, you're having a hard time - the first part to solving a problem is addressing the problem.

It's okay to fail, and it's definitely okay to admit you're only human and there's only so much you can do. I know I can definitely be over ambitious on occasion, I'm not always good at listening to others who might see my burnout coming before I do either. Thinking about all of this really showcases that I'm far from perfect and even I have things I still need to work on.

I'm just glad that at least now I have some time to breathe during this turbulence...

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[thefatedthoughtofyou]

I uh... I Don't Know What Those Stains Are

Summary: Steve finds out the hard way what the stains on Eddie's sheets are. Eddie is understandably upset, Steve handles it gracefully.

Word Count: 3,422

Warnings: BED WETTING!!! Ive had this in my brain since i saw Eddie's sheets. And i know its made a joke of in the show. But it wasn't really funny to me. And I've seen people using it to say rude things and i just have to say, just because something is stained doesn't mean it's dirty. Eddie is poor, so he cant just replace his sheets all the time.

Anyway, this is literally a fic a about Eddie wetting the bed. So if you're not interested in reading about that, then don't read this. And please don't come into the comments and be rude about it. It's just a headcanon of mine. And i don't treat it lightly or anything. It's a real thing that happens to real people. So just, be nice and chill about it, or just don't read it. Thanks for being respectful!

Ao3

"You gotta leave." It's mumbled into Steve's chest, sleep heavy as Eddie's hands pat at his shirt, a half assed effort to push Steve out of bed, to push him away.

"Mhm. Five more minutes." Steve sighs back, his hand falling on top of Eddie's, holding his hand down. His eyes are closed but he feels Eddie smile into his shoulder, his fingers pressing themselves up into Steve's hand.

"Mkay, but then you gotta go." He sighs, snuggling closer.

"Mhm." Steve hums, his eyes blinking slowly once before falling closed again. He tangles his fingers with Eddie's and smiles.

They've been doing this for months now. Sleeping together. In the literal sense of the word. Eddie had called him, maybe 4 months ago, in the middle of the night. His voice shaking. Apologies dripping off his tongue even as he asked if Steve was okay. And Steve knew, immediately what had happened. He'd been out of bed in seconds, tugging on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt. He'd been at Eddie's maybe ten mintues later.

Eddie had opened the door, looking shaken, his bangs shoved up off his head like he'd had his hands shoved up there. He'd let Steve in and then let Steve hold him while he cried. He'd sobbed into Steve's chest and they'd ended up curled around each other in Eddie's bed.

After that Steve sort of just, started showing up at Eddie's in the evening. Sometimes they'd watch movies. Steve would order pizza. He'd made Eddie laugh so hard one night that cherry coke had come out his nose. He's still pretty proud of that. But Steve's favorite nights were the nights Eddie would read to him. It's not that he couldn't read things himself, but after everything that had happened, he'd get headaches now, when he read for too long.

He'd told Eddie that one night, when they were laying in bed, both of them sleepy. And Eddie had told him it was probably all the head trauma. And he hadn't been joking. Not like normal. He'd moved his hand to Steve's head and drawn a heart on his forhead, his fingertips warm against Steve's skin. Steve had nodded, murmured that he missed reading sometimes, not that he did a lot of it. But he couldn't now, even if he wanted.

Eddie had read to him the next night. He'd slung his legs into Steve's lap and settled in. Steve had held Eddie's ankle as he started reading, letting his head fall back, fighting the tight feeling in his chest and throat as Eddie read to him about Hobbit holes, and dragons, and adventure. He wiped away one tear and then closed his eyes, smiling everytime Eddie did a different voice for him.

They'd always end up in Eddie's bed. Steve wasn't sure what they were. They hadn't kissed or anything. He'd caught Eddie staring at his mouth more than once, but he'd always startle away when he noticed Steve noticing. But they always ended up in his bed, curled around each other, resting peacefully until Eddie kicked him out.

He didn't kick him out meanly. It was just an agreement they'd had from the start. They'd lay in bed, talking, cuddling, resting, until about three in the morning. And then Steve would go home. Eddie always teasing him about not wanting to ruin his shining reputation by having Steve Harrington sleep over. Steve would snort, everytime, and give Eddie's hand a squeeze before heading home.

But tonight was different. It was raining. Really raining, for the first time in awhile. The down pour on the roof sending them both to sleep. Eddie's hand in Steve's on his chest. Both of them sinking deeper and deeper into each other as the rain falls outside. Steve sighs once more, and let's his head fall to the side, resting against Eddie's as he falls asleep.

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He's wet.

Steve groans, pulling himself from sleep with effort. His hand patting at Eddie's on his chest.

"Eds wake up." He groans again, his eyes moving to the ceiling, looking for a leak. His thigh is wet, and warm. And it dawns on him too late that the wetness is right where Eddie's hips are pressed against him. Eddie hums in his sleep, his fingers curling in Steve's sweatshirt as he stirs. Steve's heart is beating fast in his chest as he looks down at them, pressed together, and wet. But Eddie isn't hard, and it's not that kind of wetness, Steve is... intimately aware of that kind of wetness.

His mind races until it lands on the mental image of Eddie's sheets. Stained sheets. They're always clean, the sheets, smelling like Eddie's laundry detergent. Just stained, from age, and something Eddie never commented on, save for that once, in the upside down. Steve's fingers clench around Eddie's, too hard, and Eddie stirs, making a confused noise in his sleep.

"Shit." Steve whispers, trying not to move as his heart pounds in his chest. This is why Eddie always kicks him out. Never lets him stay. Because he wets the bed. And he didn't want Steve to know. Didn't want exactly this, to happen. But Steve can't just let them lay here, they need to get cleaned up. So he closes his eyes, takes a deep breathe, and reaches for Eddie.

"Eddie. Hey. You gotta wake up." He whispers, knows he needs to raise his voice. Eddie frowns but doesn't move.

"Come on Eds, wake up." He shakes Eddie's shoulder, watches his eyes flutter open, their glassy gaze lands on Steve.

"Hey. Don't freak out okay?" Steve says, keeping his voice calm. But it's too late. He watches, helpless to do anything, as Eddie realizes what's happened. He shoves himself away from Steve, scrambling up off the bed.

"No no no no." His frantic whispers are loud in the quiet room as he backs away from Steve, trying to cover the wet spot on his pajama pants. He nearly trips in his haste to get away, Steve reaches out, automatically, to try and catch him. Eddie slaps his hands away and glares at him.

"Why didn't you leave?" He whispers, his teeth biting into his lip as his eyes fall to his matress.

"I fell asleep I'm sor-"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAVE? I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE!" Eddie screams, his voice high and shrill with panic. Steve startles backwards, watches as Eddie's breathing rattles out of his chest. He's pacing now, as much as he can in the small space.

"Eddie it's-"

"Get out." His voice is low. Steve's out-stretched hands fall to his sides.

"What?" His hands move to his hips, he doesn't know where else to put them. Eddie's eyes snap up, they're dark as they land on Steve.

"Get. Out." He whispers, but it's full of emotion, held back anger, Steve thinks. He shakes his head, can't help it, he doesn't want to leave. Not right now.

"No. I- listen. Eddie just let me-"

"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" his voice is screeching again as he grabs Steve and shoves him toward the door with each word. His hands slamming into Steve's shoudlers until he tumbles through Eddie's bedroom door. He stumbles backwards, and runs toward the front door as Eddie slams his bedroom door. Shutting it between them. Steve staggers to his car. His hand stops on the handle. His shirt is already soaked through from the rain. He pushes his hands through his hair and looks back at the trailer. He clenches his shaking hands and moves back toward the door.

He moves quietly through the trailer, stops outside Eddie's door, leaning his head against it. His fingers curl over the door knob but he doesn't turn it. Then he hears Eddie crying. He's through the door before he has time to think about it. Eddie doesn't even look up.

He's on the floor, curled around himself, his back to the wall. His sheets are in a pile on the floor, he'd clearly ripped them off in anger. There are a few other things scattered around the room. Like he'd thrown them and then given up. Steve sighs and goes to him.

He drops to his knees in front of Eddie. His arms are wrapped around his head, his head resting on his knees. Steve reaches out, his hands falling over Eddie's, he startles, his body twitching, but he doesn't look at him.

"I told you to leave." His voice is muffled.

"I know. But I'm not going to." Steve moves his thumb over Eddie's wrist.

"Can you look at me?" Eddie shakes his head, his hair shaking. Steve smiles, despite the situation they're in.

"Please?" He tries. Eddie shakes his head again, sniffles.

"Pretty please?" Steve tries again, squeezing Eddie's wrist.

"Steve." It's a warning.

"Not even with a cherry on top?" He doesn't shake his head this time. But he doesn't look up either.

"Eds. Please." He tightens his grip on Eddie's wrist and moves one hand away from his head. As he drops Eddie's hand down, Eddie looks up at him. His eyes shining with tears. As soon as he meets Steve's gaze he grimaces and looks away again.

"Hey hey, no. Look at me." Steve reaches out, cupping Eddie's cheek and guiding his sight line back to him.

"It doesn't matter. I don't care." He tries to make Eddie believe, with just those words, but he scoffs, rolls his eyes.

"Don't do that." Eddie's voice is shaking.

"I'm serious. It's doesn't matter to me. Okay? I don't care." Steve assures, firm. Eddie swallows, hard. And Steve can see it, he wants to believe Steve, but he shakes his head again at the last second and looks away, resting his forhead on his knee.

"Of course you care. I wet the bed like a fucking child Steve. You can't not care about that." He huffs, and Steve can hear the self depreciation, it makes his chest ache.

"Well I don't. So you're wrong." Steve dismisses, Eddie's head snaps up. His eyes narrow as he moves them over Steve's face. Steve just looks at him. His big brown eyes, sad, still glassy with tears, his bottom lip an angry red from his teeth digging into it. His cheeks flushed, from embarrassment, or from crying, Steve isn't sure. The only thing Steve is sure of, is that he looks beautiful. Eddie is beautiful. Always has been. Images of Eddie staring at him flash through his head at lightning speed as he watches Eddie's tongue peak out to sooth over his lip.

"Eddie." His heart is pounding, his chest rising and falling quickly, like he's been running. Eddie swallows hard again, shrinking away a little as Steve stares at him. Steve moves his hand back to Eddie's face, his thumb moving across Eddie's cheek gently. He watches Eddie lean into the touch like a cat and makes up his mind.

"Steve?" Eddie's brow furrows and Steve moves, closing the small space between them, pressing his lips to Eddie's. The suprised sound that startles out of Eddie makes him smile, breaking the kiss. Eddie is still frowning.

"I don't care. It'll take a lot more than that to scare me away, okay?" He soothes his thumb over Eddie's cheek again. Eddie nods, slowly, his eyes moving rapidly over Steve's face. Steve smiles, Eddie graces him with a small smile in return. Steve moves his hand, places it in Eddie's, and pulls him to his feet.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He whispers, dragging Eddie to the bathroom. Steve moves his hands to Eddie's waist, his fingers curling into Eddie's waistband. Eddie's hands move, grabbing his wrists.

"Steve you don't have to-"

"I want to." Steve insistes, looking at Eddie, nodding once, trying to make him understand that he's here, he's not going anywhere.

"You gonna shower with me too?" Eddie jokes, his fingers sliding away from Steve's wrists.

"I can if you want." Steve shrugs, it's not a big deal. Except that judging by Eddie's face, it might be a big deal.

"I mean, or not. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable." Steve says in a rush. Eddie smiles then, really smiles.

"It won't make me uncomfortable." He says sofly, his hand moving up, into Steve's hair.

"You're wet." His brow is furrowed again, like he's just noticed.

"It's raining." He says, swaying forward, letting his forhead rest against Eddie's.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you. And I hit you too. Shit. I'm so sorry." Eddie's arms wrap around his waist as his head falls to Steve's shoulder.

"You're forgiven." He rubs his hands up and down Eddie's back as he squeezes him tighter.

Steve helps him undress, and then undresses himself, tossing their clothes in a pile on the floor. Eddie gets the water warm and they step in. They don't talk. And Steve's pretty sure he's never done anything this intimate, with anyone. It's not sexual, its just them, under the water. Eddie fills his hand with bodywash and tosses the bottle to Steve. They wash themselves, backs to each other. And then Steve takes a chance. He turns, moves his hand to Eddie's back. Eddie jumps, but doesn't shy away, in fact he presses into the touch. Steve smiles and moves soap over Eddie's back, his hands lathering in small circles, Eddie sighs and his shoulders finally relax. He turns and motions for Steve to turn around.

Eddie's hands on his back make him shiver. He always so gentle with Steve. Even when he teases and pokes at him. His hands are warm, as they lather soap into the small of his back, up over his shoulders, Eddie's fingers press into his neck gently and Steve feels the tension leave his own shoulders. Eddie's arm wraps around his middle and Steve lets him pull him under the warm spray of water, the suds running off them as Steve turns in his arms.

Steve moves his hands over Eddie's shoulders, smiling when Eddie blinks at him, he pushes Eddie's bangs back, his fingers moving carefully through his hair. Eddie moves fast, wrapping himself around Steve tighter, his arms squeezing around Steve's middle. He shoves his face into Steve's shoulder as Steve holds him, his fingers pressing into Eddie's back.

"Thank you for not leaving." Eddie's voice is shaking again, his chest flutters agaisnt Steve's and Steve pulls back, holding Eddie's face between his hands.

"I'm not going anywhere." He presses a kiss to Eddie's nose. It makes him laugh, and Steve moves forward again, needing to taste that smile. Eddie's teeth click against his before he does his best to kiss him back through his laughter. Steve pulls back, bumps his nose into Eddie's and then shuts the water off.

They both use Eddie's towel to dry, and Eddie grabs a pair of clean sweatpants for Steve. They both pull on clean clothes and Steve grabs a blanket from the living room, lays it out on Eddie's bed. Eddie crawls in and holds his hand out to Steve.

"One sec." Steve says, he grabs their wet clothes and the sheets on the floor. He pads to the small washing machine and tosses them in, then goes back to Eddie. He finds him sitting on the bed, legs crossed, his hands fiddling with his pantleg, looking up at him with tears in his eyes again.

"What? What happened?" Steve asks, sitting down in front of him quickly. Eddie shakes his head and wipes at his face.

"Nothing. Nothing I'm just- I'm just glad you're here." Eddie laughs, breathily, and Steve smiles, pushes Eddie back on the matress and settles beside him. Eddie curls into him, hesitant, as his hips brush Steve. Steve smiles, shoves his arm under Eddie and pulls him flush agaisnt him. Eddie melts into him. His fingers moving through the hair on Steve's chest, making him shiver.

"I am sorry. That you had to deal with all this." Eddie waves his hand at himself, at the bed. Steve grabs his hand, laces their fingers, and rests their tangled hands on his chest.

"It's fine Eddie. It's not like it was a total surprise. I mean I've seen your sheets." He glances over at Eddie who looks shocked, he smacks Steve's chest with their joined hands.

"Um okay rude. Those stains could have been anything!" His voice squeaks as he lifts himself to his elbow to look down at Steve. Steve looks up at him, raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah okay fair enough." Eddie sighs, falling back down onto Steve, his hair tickling his neck, Steve doesn't mind much.

"Can I-" Steve starts, and then stops, not sure if it's rude to ask.

"It started when my dad left me here." Eddie supplies, already knowing what Steve wanted to ask apparently.

"He left you here?" Steve moves his free hand up over Eddie's shoulder, his fingers moving over Eddie's arm in nonsensical circles.

"Yeah. I mean, my uncle basically threatened him into it. Which was nice. But ya know, children abandoned by their parents often have bed wetting issues. It's a thing." Eddie nods against his shoulder, pulling his hand from Steve's to trace circles into his skin.

"Sounds super technical." Steve hums, smiling into Eddie's hair.

"It is. I read it in a book an everything." He nods, bumping Steve with his head, Steve uses the opportunity to press a kiss into his hair.

"It stopped. Mostly. For awhile. But after... after everything that happened. It started again." Eddie shrugs, his fingers press harder into Steve's chest and then move in gentle circles again. Steve pulls Eddie closer, finding his hand again on his chest and holding onto it.

"I'm sorry. That it started again. Does anything help? Or make it stop?" Steve asks, his fingers moving between Eddie's as he watches their hands. He moves his fingers over Eddie's ornate ring, his thumb pressing against the warm metal.

"You do." Eddie says. Whispers it into Steve's skin.

"Oh yeah?" Steve whispers back.

"Yeah. I mean, usually. Obviously not tonight. But I'm blaming the rain for this one." Eddie shakes his head a little, moves his fingers between Steve's and drops their hands.

"I won't argue with that." He moves his hand up Eddie's arm, into his hair. Eddie sighs, squirms a little closer, wraps his arm around Steve's middle and tugs.

"First time for everything I guess." Eddie hums. Steve can feel him falling alseep. He moves his fingers over Eddie's scalp.

"Do you want me to leave?" Steve whispers, moving a bit so he can look at Eddie, his fingers itch to touch his face, and then he remembers he can now. He moves his fingertips across Eddie's cheeks and watches his eyes flutter open.

"No. No I want you to stay. I've always wanted you to stay." Eddie says, his eyes clear as he watches Steve watch him.

"Always?" Steve moves his finger down the bridge of Eddie nose, making him scrunch his face at the tickle.

"Yeah. Since that first night you came over. Already kinda had a big ol crush on you." He scrunches his face again at the admission. Steve chuckles, pulls Eddie's hair off his neck so he can touch his skin instead. Eddie shivers at the touch.

"I think I kinda knew that." Steve smiles, kisses Eddie's cheek.

"And you crawled into my bed anyway? Risky." Eddie teases, his fingers dancing over Steve's ribs, making him squirm. Steve shrugs, moves his hand over Eddie's cheek, pressing into the soft skin there, Eddie's eyes flutter at the touch, Steve can feel his cheek dimple as he smiles.

"Some things are worth the risk." He breathes agaisnt Eddie's lips, smiling when Eddie gasps into his mouth. He deepens the kiss, for a moment, savoring the way Eddie tastes, the way his tongue moves against his, the way his breath catches when Steve presses his teeth into his lip gently. Steve pulls back, both of them sighing, he bumps his nose into Eddie's again, lets his head fall back on Eddie's pillow.

Eddie curls into him, his leg pressing between Steve's as he settles agaisnt him. Steve curls his fingers over Eddie's neck and holds him close. He hears, and feels, Eddie mumble into his shoulder, finally asleep, and lets his own eyes fall closed. He listens to the rain, moves his thumb over the back of Eddie's hand on his chest, and lets himself fall alseep in Eddie's arms.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #my writing #mine #my fic #steve x eddie

[brandnewhuman]

You don't have to answer this if you don't wanna, but what flavor is your religious trauma? Mine is Mormon. Tastes like pioneer sex cult gone awry!

If you don't want the talking stick today that's okay just know I have 4000 words and counting of dilf!Bo content in the works I'm fine you're fine we're all fine him especially he's fine.

Bro

Bro

Bro

BIG FAT TRIGGER WARNING FOR RELIGIOUS STUFF, ME BEING REALLY MEAN TO CHRISTIANS AND OVERALL NOT VERY FUNNY THINGS LIKE MENTIONS OF P3DOPHILIA, SLUT SHAMING ECC

The flavour is being targeted by Christians bro

Taste like fucking ass and like dumbfucks calling me a demon and pure evil

AND THE FACT THAT THIS WAS STUFF I GOT TOLD MOSTLY BY ADULTS.

And now let me tell you, I feel like I speak for everyone when I say that every person traumatised by religion has to partially blame someone in their family

THAT FUCKING WRINKLY BITCH OF MY GRANDMA HAD ME FUCKED UP AS KID WITH ALL THIS SHIT. like my grandpa, who was a little bit of a p3do and overall really a fucking disgusting person, was a jehovah's witness (yeah I know, what a surprise). He did end up leaving the cult but for most part of my childhood I actively remember my grandma being super fucking pushy with religion and everything that had to do with it ecc

The girlboss here was gaslighting me into thinking that people who don't believe in God always deserve the bad that comes to them. So I came to a point where I genuinely thought it was my fault all the bad things that happened to me and my family

EVERYTIME ME OR SOMEONE ELSE IS SICK SHE'S ALWAYS SAYING THAT "HAVE FAITH IN GOD. I'LL PRAY FOR THEM" BULLSHIT. LIKE SHE ACTIVELY TELLS EVERYONE TO STAY CALM CAUSE LIKE gOdS gOT iT

Not to mention that every single Christian person I've known has always ended up treating me like I'm some sort of trashbag made in hell. I grew up with people telling me I'm literally the worst and criticising so much everything I like ecc just to see people like my aunt who's like very "Christian" (the type of Christian that wakes up early every Sunday to go to church and that's always carrying religious stuff ecc), calling other women sluts or being overall a really piece of shit.

I have to say tho that the only religion I had bad experiences with is Christianity cause all the people I have met that are part of a different religion has always been really nice and really chill.

I am now releasing that maybe all that liking for Michael myers is not just me being horny

Damn

CAN'T WAIT FOR DILF BO BTW

#slasher fandom #slashers #slasher community #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #horror movies #slasher headcanons #michael myers

[hooshix]

Tame her

Aria Kim was known in her school to have a strong personality. Not getting scared of people easily or just always standing up for herself but what will happen when she gets into a relationship with someone....controlling?

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Aria POV

I was sitting in my class by the window. Everything was happening so slowly today. All of my friends were busy today preparing for a competition which I don't have a idea about. I was just getting bored when a boy sat down beside me.

"Hi,are you Aria?"

"Well duh obviously." I answered while rolling my eyes.

"You have quite a temper,huh?"

"Just tell me what you want and then get lost."

"Ms.Kang wants to see you in her office."

"Right now?"

"Not exactly. She said you can come when you're free. Well if you're free...can we hang out?"

"Sorry,I am busy. I have to meet up with one of my friends." I said without looking at him as I got up after putting everything in my bag. "Oh btw...may I know your name?"

"Why? Are you interested in me already (I don't like this but this is the first thing that came in my mind 😭)?"

"No...I just want to know your name so if I ever see you I can at least say hi you."

"It's Joshua but you can call me whatever you like."

I just nodded at him as I left the class.

Joshua POV

I sighed as I looked down Kim Aria...just you wait...Aria,I swear in a few days you will be wrapped around my fingers.

A few weeks later

Aria POV

I sighed as I saw Joshua standing beside my locker. He has been tailing behind me for weeks. Wherever I go I see him there at some point it got annoying so I told him to keep some distance from me but he still wasn't listening.

It got more creepy when he started appearing whenever I was talking to a boy. He was possessive over me even tho we were not a thing. He did say that he will start courting me a few days back and I said yes (gosh so stupid of her...).

Since the day he started courting me,it got to much for me. He was tagging along everywhere with me. He comes with me when I am with my friends and literally everywhere I go.

"Joshua...what brings you here?"

"Oh Aria. I was waiting for you. Where were you?"

"Oh about that...I got stuck up with some work I had with my friend."

"Oh...well let's get going then?"

"Where exactly?"

"To your house obviously. Come on. And was that friend of yours a guy or a girl?"

"Well I don't think it matters. I am done with the work so let's just go."

At the house

I reached my doorstep as I turned around to bid goodbye to Joshua.

"Well thank you for walking me home Joshua. I will get going then." I was about to go inside when Joshua spoke.

"Are you not even gonna invite me inside?"

"Oh I would love to but you see my house is all messy. Next time you come I will definitely invite you inside."

"Chill it's okay Aria. I...understand. Well bye then. Take good rest!"

Saying that Joshua turned around and left as I also went inside.

Joshua POV

I got far away from Aria's house as I screamed. I don't get on why she isn't letting me in her house. Why is she so cautious? I have to do something soon...I can't wait more longer. I need to make her mine and make her understand that she NEEDS to listen to me no matter what!

Aria POV

It was a Saturday morning today means,no class. I checked my alarm clock as I saw that it was 10 AM already. I just went downstairs after brushing my teeth and washing my face.

I made some nice coffee for me as I settled down on my couch and turned on my TV to play some songs on it. I was having a calming morning until my door bell rang. I stood up as I went to open the door.

"Oh....Joshua? What brings you here at this hour?"

"Aria I honestly can't wait any longer. Will you be my girlfriend (no if y'all excepted me to write a whole paragraph with those lovely words I can't do that 😭)?"

"Ah...Joshua about that. You see...I let you court me for the past few days but I just don't see the spark and I don't think we will work out. Sorry to let you down."

I was looking down the whole time when I was saying that so after saying it I looked up to see his reaction and I could see he was sad,disappointed but most of all he looked more angry. He looked up for a while as he started laughing. Getting scared and creeped out I decided to close my door but it was already late.

"Aria,gosh dear I already expected this answer you already." Saying this he entered my house forcefully while locking the door.

"Joshua what do you think you're doing?!! Get out of my house!" I tried pushing him out but he held my arm tightly while scoffing.

"Oh Aria calm down. What I will do will only be for the better. You need to know how to act in front of me someday so I will just make you understand that."

"Who are you to teach me that! You're no one to me,so get out of my house! I already rejected you! If you still want to be friends then I am okay with it but if you keep acting like this it's better if we act like strangers!"

"Oh gosh...you really...I really need to do a lot of work on you. Now keep in mind that when talking with me I need you to watch your tongue."

Few days later

Joshua POV

It has been a few days since  I started dating Aria. It took a lot of time for me to tame her but it worked in the last. She at least listens to everything I say unless she is trying to gain my trust and runaway then in the end it won't end for her. She's the one who will be locked here forever.

As I was in my own thoughts I heard some light footsteps. Looking up I saw Aria coming downstairs slowly.

"Oh Joshua...I wanted to ask you something...can I?"

"Oh yeah sure go ahead."

"You see um me and my friends were gonna have a night out but it will be at Lia's house. I wanted to ask if I can also go there?"

"Are there only girls?"

"Yeah only us girls!"

"Sure...but make sure to keep your phone switched on. I will tell my driver to send you there."

After hearing that Aria came running to me as she hugged me tightly. Saying thank you numerous times.

"And Aria...keep the rules in your pretty little head...you know the consequences."

I saw how she visibly she gulped as she nodded her. I was satisfied by her reaction as she stood up and went in her room.

Aria POV

*sighs* That was very Nerve wrecking. Now I just have to meet the girls and then escape from him. I have enough clothes at Lia's house.

At Lia's House

I entered her house as I saw all of my friends there. When they saw me they ran to me as they hugged me.

"Aria are you okay?"

"Of course she is not! Look at her arm! She has a bruise there!"

"I am gonna kill that jerk! How dare he!"

"No,no. Don't do anything to him! First let's get my bag ready! I will have to ready it and go to the airport as fast as possible!"

Me and my friends started packing my bag. I can't leave them here so we all decided to go to Philippines. One of my friend Selah is from Philippines so it will be better. We all switched off our phone before leaving the house.

We all took a cab and went to the airport. We all were sitting down as Lia went to get us some drinks while we wait for our flight. I was scared that Joshua might know I am here so I just held Yuna's hand to calm myself down.

After a while Lia came back with our drinks. She sat down beside me. After a while we heard announcements from regarding our flight. We had to check in now. We all stood up and as I was about to go with Lia and Yuna I heard a voice behind me which I feared the most.

"And where do you think your going?"

I slowly turned around in horror

(She turned around like this. Just kidding 🙂)

I saw Joshua standing there while his arms were crossed.

"Aria...I thought till now you would have understood me. You know what? I will have to be more strict with you."

Saying this he held my arm tightly as he started dragging me. Lia and Yuna tried stopping him but it was of no use.

At their house

Joshua and I entered the house as he harshly pushed on the floor (Ouch Hong. Be a little gentle 🤨) as he looked at me with disappointment and anger.

"I will have to teach you a lesson again. And now from next time...don't even ask me if you can go somewhere because now you won't even get to go out of this house. Getting your freedom back is not even possible now!"

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The end

#seventeen #seventeen yandere #seventeen joshua #seventeen jisoo #joshua #Yandere!joshua #Yandere!Jisoo #seventeen au #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fic recs

[lihikainanea]

I have a situation and I need advice.

I have 2 friends with benefits. J is 6’4 fit, gorgeous face, pretty eyes, all my friends rave about how hot he is but he’s HORRIBLE in bed. He’s nice and funny and honestly great in every way except bed. And it’s not even like his dock is small, it’s not! And he goes down on me, but he’s just bad at everything. I’ve given him tips and told him how I thought I liked it done, but even then he’s somehow still SO BAD. Now he wants to be my boyfriend and he surprised me with a music box that plays the theme of my favorite show and drove across town to get my favorite baked goods from the fancy pretty bakery. Just ugh! Perfect movie quality shit here.

Now I said I had 2. If I’m his girlfriend then I have to give C up. C is a lot younger then me(I’m 32, he’s 22) and is also shorter than me (I’m 5’10, he’s 5’7) but the boy can put it down better than anyone ever in the history of sex. I mean he can get me off so hard, I can’t see and I feel drunk. And then do it again. And the man has a perfect penis, but sex is all he is for me and he feels the same with me I am sure. He is very open and honest with me and will tell me about girls and even ask advice. It’s a really chill no jealousy type deal.

Everyone in their right mind would go for the gorgeous thoughtful lawyer that’s my own age but dammit I’ll have to go spend a thousand dollars on sex toys and get myself off in the coat closet or something.

Talk some sense into me. Please

ohhhhh it's a SECKS situation. I love these.

Look, ya' girl Lei is all about dat chemistry, you know? Because not only is it nearly impossible to find, but it's absolutely impossible to fake. Maybe you're different, but chemistry doesn't build from nothing for me. Some people "click" with the people they're dating after like, 3 months but my sister in christ if I don't click with a man within 3 seconds of meeting him, we're never making it to 3 months. I've always been like that. Chemistry is immediate for me.

But look, I need to ask you a real serious question here: do you actually like J, or do you just feel like you should? Because sometimes we're kind of brainwashed, and good guys are just so rare and hard to find--sometimes when we meet a nice guy, we feel like we have to like him. Because he's actually nice. And he's doing everything right. And if we can't like a guy who checks all the boxes and does everything right, then maybe we're doomed.

But sweet nani, you don't have to like him. You just don't. It's okay that he checks all the boxes. It's okay that he literally does everything right--he's sweet, he's kind, he's caring. It's okay that he's all those things and it's okay for you to still not click with him.

It's a bitch, but it is what it is.

Now, to his defense--sex skills can be honed. They can be improved upon with a lot of patience and a lot of open communication. But you just...you don't really sound like you're into him. You sound like you don't know why you're NOT into him so you're just kind of hanging around, waiting for a wet soggy log to light the bonfire flame of your inner goddess.

Meanwhile you got you a short king with a blazin' match and a bottle of pure alcohol, going all pyro on the flame of your inner goddess, and has a wickedly mean weenie to boot. If you're both honest with each other and feelings aren't involved, and if you continue to be honest with each other--then I say go for the fun. The mean weenie. THE SCEPTRE OF SECKSY.

Nice guys are amazing, but if you stick with J and your heart ain't in it, you're robbing a fellow girl of the exact guy that she's looking for--and hell, maybe the sex for her will be amazing.