#steve x barb

[findafight]

The urge to write an S1 au where Steve is pursuing Barb instead of Nancy and Barb is like this fuckin guy but is, admittedly, charmed by his goofiness he only seems to show when they're alone or with just Nancy and/or Tommy/Carol. And she does like him, quite a bit. She plays it coy but Nancy is there giving her side eyes like girrrllll you just made out with school heartthrob, little bit of a slut, Steve Harrington? He's giving you dopey smiles in the hall?? Was that a flirty little finger wave I saw? And Barb is going shut up Nancy it's not like me to go around making out with boys or whatever he's just cute and kind okay he's bitchy too tho it's fun to flirt I guess and Nancy is like you are also bitchy? Seems like a good match to meeee? And Barb is like FINE okay we made out under the bleachers and I touched his butt. It was so much fun.

And the hangout happens etc but Nancy is like okayyy baaaarb I'm gonna ;) head out now ;) you okay here? And Barb is like Nancy for the love of fuck I am going to make out with him and he might even take his shirt off I will call you when I get home but Nancy goes it might be a bit late to call...maybe try in the morning;) and Barb kinda wants to die a little bit because her best friend is sorta living vicariously through her and it's embarrassing to have a crush but also. It's fun and exciting to have a sort of boyfriend who's clearly super into you but also backs off when you tell him to and lets your intense best friend come to what you are realizing may have been a casual double date, so she waves to Nancy and heads upstairs.

They sleep together and it's nice and she even got him to help her take her bra off while she felt him up under his shirt and she's pretty proud of how smooth she was. But she does have to go home, so she nudges him awake and he kisses her again and she tells him she's heading home but is also stealing his sweatshirt. He gives her a lazy smile and asks if he's picking her up for school tomorrow and she's like nu uh I'll see you AT school bucko. And he gives her a little pout but says goodnight and she starts walking the few blocks to her car.

She never makes it.

The next day at school Nancy is like Steve. Where is Barb. And he's like Nancy. Where is Barb. And both go ???? WHERE IS BARB!!

Cue them both kinda freaking out, and then finding out Jonathan took pictures of the backyard and had at some point looped around and taken a picture of Barb fiddling with her Keys with Something in the background. Steve still smashed his camera because what the fuck Jonathan, the picture he took was like. Ten seconds before her bra came off? But now they're all stuck together because they've gotta find Barb and Will.

Idk what else I just think Steve/Barb is an under used ship but it's cute.

#stranger things #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #barbara holland #barb holland #steve x barb #stranger things au #starbara #that can be the ship name #coin toss to whether barb lives im leaning to her living because she wasnt trapped in the pool so she'd be able to run away #stevara #a different ship name lmao #barb x steve #idk i think barb being pursued and nancy being like damn. wish thst were me. but also. get it barb!! is fun. #bc shes not so jaded bc she hasnt gone thru losing barb #st1 #finda's rambles #finda writes stuff

[momotonescreaming]

Tried my hand at writing a quick Steve/Barb thing sparked by this post by @findafight because it has completely bewitched me I can't stop thinking about them

Despite everything, despite the monster with no face taking her from outside Steve’s house, it’s where Barb feels safest. Although, she concedes, it’s mostly because it’s Steve’s.  If he lived in Forest Hills, or on Cherry Lane— she’d feel safest there. 

He keeps the place warm, because he knows she can’t stand the cold anymore. Shuts the windows, so she can’t feel the breeze. He keeps her favourite tea in the cupboard even though he doesn’t drink it himself. It’s the little things, all adding up, slowly building the warmth she feels. There isn’t the stifling weight of her parents, slowly smothering her. There’s just Steve, who loves her. 

She’s staying the night at Steve’s, to which her mother pursed her lips, but reluctantly let her go. Barb was different now, would never be the same again, and her mother had to let it be or risk losing her forever. She was choosing Steve, the boy who fought a monster for her, whether her parents liked it or not. She would continue to choose Steve. He was her boyfriend, had met her parents — in an official boyfriend capacity even — and had managed to charm them into letting her stay sometimes. Other times, she lied and said she was staying with Nancy. 

There were nights where she needed Steve. To feel his enveloping warmth as he held her in his arms. To feel his heartbeat. He’s warm, and alive, and he helped stave off the nightmares.

Other nights — like tonight — she just wanted him. Wanted his company. 

She didn’t tell him she was coming round — but she knew he’d be home — and his face lit up at the sight of her. Greeted her with a kiss, eyes shining. It still felt novel, being wanted, being desired, having a boy who was insufferably happy to see her. Barb kissed him back, feeling the soft material of his sweater under her hands, soft lips pressing against hers. 

Steve ushered her inside, grinning all the while.

People at school talked about the Harrington House as if it was a holy place. Untouchable and desirable at the same time. The home of the infamous Steve Harrington parties. Many a tale had been told of the things that happened in its hallowed halls. Most of them lies. 

To Barb, it was just Steve’s place. She’s comfortable here, safe here. Knew where the Harrington’s kept their spare linen, how to work their expensive stereo, where everything was in the kitchen cupboards.

Steve had moved his boombox into the kitchen, music playing softly as he cooked dinner. Barb joined him, chopping what needed to be chopped, stirring the sauce, letting Steve drape himself over her back. Grab her hand and spin her around the kitchen, laughing and dancing to the music as they waited for the oven. 

They ate dinner on the couch, watching a movie, as the sky slowly darkened outside. She helped him with the dishes — washing while he dried. 

It was nice. Domestic. 

Later, they went up to Steve’s room, and got ready for bed. It was a comfortable routine now. Barb wasn’t nervous to take her top off in front of Steve anymore, wasn’t as self conscious when she felt his roving eyes. She could get changed into her pyjamas feeling him looking at her, knowing she was free to look at him in return. That he welcomed her looking when he slept without a shirt on (because of course he slept without a shirt on), and that he welcomed her touch. 

She had a side of the bed now, a bedside table, and a drawer he had cleared out of his dresser for her. Over the months she’s slowly filled it with her things — spare underwear and an old bra. Shirts and jeans. A sweater and a nice dress (just in case). Pyjamas she only sometimes uses because she keeps stealing one of Steve’s shirts. 

She has a toothbrush in his ensuite bathroom. It's nice. Steve carving her out a space in his house. 

It may seem rushed, that they’re moving fast, but it doesn’t seem that way when Barb thinks about the Upside Down. About monsters, and the fact that they’re real. She can stay the night with her boyfriend. Can move some of her things into his room. 

She’d clear a drawer out for him if she knew her parents wouldn’t throw a fit if she did. 

So she moves her things into Steve’s room, touches of her personality scattered about. Steve says it makes the place feel more like home, less like one of his mother’s catalogues. He liked it. 

Carol had often joked that Steve’s plaid wallpaper gave her a headache, but Barb found it comforting. It made her think of Steve. Being safe in a place where it was just them. Where they didn’t have to worry about the gaze of the high school gossips, who loved to gawk at Poor Barbara Holland. That girl who got poisoned in the woods and somehow ended up with the most popular boy at school. 

She could just be Barb. And he could just be Steve. No performing the acts that high school demanded of them, no playing the part. The two of them could just be together. 

 He kissed her cheek as he slid into bed next to her, stubble gently scratching her skin. She smiled, turning to capture his lips with hers. Grinning against her lips, he kisses her again, and again, gently drawing his hand up to cup her cheek. 

Turning towards him, she lets herself be kissed, the two of them slowly sinking into the sheets together. He sighs happily, breathing into her mouth. Eyes drifting shut, kisses getting slow and lazy. She lets her kisses lessen into short pecks, slow and gentle. Tries to ignore her glasses starting to press into her face.

Steve pulls away, but only just so, eyes flickering open. “As much as I would love to keep doing this,” he starts, voice heavy and thick. “I think I’m going to fall asleep on you.”

Barb laughs, light and airy, hands resting on Steve’s sides. He’s forgone a shirt, skin tanned and warm. He always did run hot. She gently runs a thumb in circles on his skin, and he melts into the touch. 

“Okay,” She says, voice low, looking fondly at him. Over time, she had learnt — Steve was a terrible morning person. He’d wake up early for a full breakfast and a morning jog. A workout before school or early swim training. And then it stuck and he couldn’t wake up any other way. On the other side of this, of course, was the fact that he went to bed early. He had to, if he wanted to wake up early as he did well rested. He would stay up for parties, and for hang outs with friends; but when it was just them, or a school night, he’d be in bed and yawning at a decent time. “Mind if I read?” 

‘Nah,” Steve replied. “Go ahead.” 

“Goodnight,” She says, almost a whisper.

Steve quickly kisses her again, whispering a ‘goodnight Barbie’ into her lips. He shuffles down further into bed, resting his head on his pillow, burrowing down into the blankets. He huffs out a breath, and Barb can feel the warmth of it on her hip. 

In reverse of Steve she props herself up, leaning on the headboard. The main light is out, but the lamp precariously perched on the bedside table gives off a soft, warm light. Enough to read by. It’s cosy. With the warmth of the lamp, and the reflections of the pool light shining from behind the curtain, it’s almost atmospheric. 

She picks up her book, gently running her hand through Steve’s hair as she does so. He hums happily, wrapping an arm around her waist and nuzzling into her side. She almost giggles, he’s like a sleepy kitten. 

They stay like that — her and Steve — with one hand gently running through his hair until she needs to turn a page. That still feels like a novelty — touching The Hair’s hair. As much as that is a silly high school nickname, she knows now that he genuinely cares about his hair. About how he looks. And how special she is, being able to touch and mess up his hair so readily. 

She reads, not keeping an eye on the time, very determinedly ignoring the alarm clock on Steve’s side of the bed. As a kid her parents used to joke about her One Chapter Books, because she’d tell them she’d turn off her light and go to bed after just this one chapter — and then she’d continue to read for an hour or so until they caught her still awake. Steve had called her cute when she told him, and she tried not to blush in return.

Steve is fast asleep now, arm still slung over her waist. His face is completely pressed into her hip, mouth open, and she’s not quite sure if it looks all that comfortable — but it must be considering he hasn’t moved.  He's making soft snuffling noises that aren’t quite snores, shifting in place and then settling into her side again with contented sighs. 

It's adorable. She could get used to this.

Going to sleep with Steve at her side in a bed that they share, knowing that when she wakes up he’ll still be there. That he’ll offer to make her breakfast while she makes coffee, and they’ll curl up on the couch together to eat it. That he’ll continue to carve out a space in his home for her, but he’ll back off as soon as she gives the word.

She doesn’t want to give the word. She wants to continue heading down the path they’re walking, the two of them shaping their lives around one another, simply because they want to. Because they love each other. 

It feels early, a little too soon, but she thinks that Steve might be it for her. 

#stranger things #steve harrington #barbara holland #steve x barb #starbara #hollington #my writing #hope it was okay i tagged you! #i wanted to give credit bc i cant stop thinking about them #rotating them in my mind

[nburkhardt]

🔀 Steve/Barb 😈😏

🫣

They broke up when Barb gets into college and Steve doesn’t.

Eventually she ends up with a new guy, an incredible guy and everyone is jealous. She likes him, really likes him and everything is perfect.

But she misses the screaming, fighting and kissing in the rain. The way Steve would act insane with love, the roller coaster rush of emotions.

Her new boyfriend doesn’t see the fake smiles, always respects her, is close with her family and she’s comfortable with it.

She curses Steve’s name at 2AM, missing the dancing in the moonlight, the complicated love and how in love she was with him that she acted insane.

Barb will always be in love with Steve.

send me a 🔀 and a pairing, and i’ll shuffle my playlist and make an au based on the first song that comes up

#Steve/Barb #starbara #Steve x barb #fic idea

[bipunkharrington]

Call me crazy but I really think given time Steve and Barb could have been ultimate bros

Can you imagine after Steve and Nancy breakup Nancy finds out they still meet for a weekly coffee and gossip session and she's just like ???

#they would eventually bond over their respective misguided feelings for Nancy and wingman for each other #Nancy would love them both dearly but hate their friendship with a passion #steve x barb #steve harrington #give me steve trying to convince robin an barb to come out to each other #and them both mistakenly thinking he's trying to come out to them #and he's like NO NOT ME #but the he's like WAIT ACTUALLY #and it turns out he is actually bi but thats still not the point

[harringroveera]

Steve wakes up and feels weird. His bedroom isn’t his bedroom anymore. He takes another look.

It is his bedroom. Of his parents’ house back in Hawkins. He is back in his old bedroom. The house is empty. Everything looks odd.

He turns on the TV. Will Byers has gone missing. He stumbles outside the door and picks up the newspaper. November 6th, 1983.

He’s gone back in time somehow. 15 years backwards. To the first day it all started.

Steve crumbles the newspapers in his hand and decides this time he’s going to fix everything.

Including saving his soulmate from his death 13 years ago

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #time travel au and steve is redoing everything #he feels so weird being in a relationship with nancy again #he didnt try to sleep with nancy and saved barb #desperately tried to be friends with billy when he comes #nearly burst into tears when he saw billy again #meanwhile billys so weirded out whys that pretty boy crying at the sight of him #among other things #steve did everything he could to save everyone and especially billy #or is it a timeloop au where he fails to save billy and wakes up on november 6th 1983 again? #and again and again until he did it right #billy x steve #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove au #harringrove headcanon #harringroveera

[wheelerharrington]

season 1 // season 4

#stancy #strangerthingsedit #stedit #stancyedit #steve x nancy #steve harrington #barb holland #s1 #s4 #gifs #edits #by nat #strangersource #strangerthingsdaily #strangerthingsedits #stranger things #dailystrangerthings

[goonflower]

why nancy dove in after steve

spoiler alert: it isn't bc of 'true love' for steve as eddie and st*ncys suggest.

the first reason is pretty obvious and one i've seen others say before: nancy has a major savior complex. this is the same person who literally stood in front of b*llys speeding car to protect everyone else with her own body. if robin or eddie had dove in first instead she probably would have done the exact same thing.

the second reason is less obvious. think back to how barb died. it was in a pool, right, in water? dragged down by an interdimentional monster? what happens to steve in this scene? he is in water, dragged down by an interdimentional monster.

everything for nancy comes back to barb imo. this whole situation mirrors what happened to barb and this is nancy's chance for a re-do, to do it right this time. its where nancy's savior complex comes from in the first place, that she couldn't save barb. so seeing steve (or really anyone) in that same/similar situation kicks off her urge to do what she didn't know to do that night barb died.

that love eddie saw? it wasn't nancy's love for steve, it was nancy's love for barb. it's nancy doing for steve what she wishes she could have done for barb, if she had only known to.

(also: note how little eddie knows nancy. he's surprised that she keeps guns in her room. why would he know anything about her thoughts/feelings at all? its a total guess on his part based more on stereotypes than nancy as a person.)

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #st analysis #st thoughts #anti stancy #steve harrington #barb holland #fruity four #ronance #< target audience #nancy and barb #barb and nancy #nancy x barb #barb x nancy #stranger things barb #bancy

[slashergirlnancy]

[...] That underwater realm is our subconscious, teeming with emotions we don't even realize we're bottling up: past hurts, deep-seated fears, and soaring ambitions. It's all there below, shaping our actions in ways we might not even be aware of. A lake is not a threatening, stormy sea. It's usually calm and inviting. It seems to say, "Yes, you can make it; you can change; you can grow." It offers comfort and motivation. So in a sense, a lake symbolizes your life's journey, a gentle supporter urging you to change and expand your horizons.

#stancy #stancyedit #strangerthingsedit #stedit #sthingsedit #stranger things #steve x nancy #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #lovers' lake #mine* #something something nancy being unable to save barb who died near a body of water / #nancy diving headfirst into a body of water to save steve

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve Harrington wouldn't have gone to dinner with Nancy at Barb's parents for months. Yes, it was months! If he didn't understand that Nancy was upset by Barb's death or didn't sympathize with her, he wouldn't have gone. He understood, and by going with her, that's how he was there for her. His fear about going after the lab was breaking the NDA for everyone involved, which is fair, considering they murdered Benny and how quickly they faked Will's death. He was scared, but that doesn't mean he was heartless about Barb's death. He just didn't know how to handle it, and Nancy didn't either. She thought that going after the lab was the best way to try and deal with it, but it wasn't. Nancy and Steve were both scared, distraught kids who did their best to handle their trauma. I hate when people say Steve wasn't there for Nancy because he was. He wasn't a shitty boyfriend.

#stranger things #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #barb holland #stancy #steve harrington x nancy wheeler #nancy needs to steve he wasn't a shitty boyfriend #and for gods sake give her a friend in robin #rueleigh's thoughts

[loveinhawkins]

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They end up watching Casablanca thanks to Robin bringing the VHS over. For the majority of the movie, it’s not a serious watch at all; they’re all happily talking over scenes, slapping each other’s hands away whenever one of them gets too close to another’s pizza order.

It’s comfortable, like they’ve known each other for years and years: instinctively able to tell whenever someone’s wrapped up in the movie and falling quiet accordingly, before launching back into chatter again when the moment’s passed.

Eddie silently entertains himself with imagining how he would react to all of this only a few months ago—not the whole alternate dimension related horrors, just the fact that he’s having a ‘Casablanca impressions contest’ in Steve Harrington’s living room, in which Robin Buckley is beating him soundly.

“Steve,” she says, still in Rick Blaine’s drawl, “I gotta ask you something.”

It seems like Steve can’t hear her, but Eddie knows it’s an act when he briefly presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing.

“Oh, sorry,” Steve says, exaggeratedly turning from the T.V to Robin, “it’s like he’s in the room with us.”

Robin throws a cushion at his face. Dropping the voice, she says, “I forgot I didn’t bring anything to sleep in.”

This time Steve doesn’t try and conceal his smile, though he does turn to Eddie, mouths bullshit.

Eddie hides his laugh with a well-timed bite of pizza; Steve keeps smiling like he saw it anyway.

“Sure, go ahead.” Steve gestures upstairs with a nod of the head, sighing like it’s a chore. “It’s not like you do this every damn time.”

Robin jumps up in triumph. “Steve,” she says, the drawl returning, “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

Steve throws the cushion back at her; she dodges it with an uncoordinated leap before bounding upstairs.

“She thinks I don’t notice whenever I’m missing a shirt,” Steve mutters. He rolls his eyes as he says it, but the fondness is obvious, and he must catch something of Eddie’s thoughts on his face, because he says, “What?”

“Nothing,” Eddie says—thinks once again about how natural Robin and Steve are with each other, like siblings; that such a closeness is never a guarantee, but it’s a choice they’ve made, one they keep on making, rather than being born into it. “Just noticed that you didn’t put your hat in the ring for impressions.”

Steve laughs. “That’s cause I knew Robin would win.”

“Well, guess we’ll never know…”

Steve shrugs. “Guess not.”

Eddie scoffs, mimes casting a fishing line. “You’re meant to take the bait, Harrington.”

Steve opens his mouth presumably to retort, but the sound of the phone ringing interrupts him; Robin calls from upstairs, “I’ve got it!”, and he shouts back, “Sure, thanks!”

“That’s what she did with our phone call,” he adds to Eddie, “probably sneaking around in my room so she could find a shirt she wanted.”

It’s said with affection, like he knew that’s what she would have been doing all along.

The phone call must be a short one, because Robin’s back downstairs in less than five minutes, dressed in a royal blue shirt that’s faded with age. Steve softens when he sees it, and as Robin gets closer, Eddie makes out yellow letters across the front: Free Concert Central Park.

Steve catches Eddie’s eye, smiles like they’re sharing a secret.

Then Robin makes for the couch they’re both on: Steve at one end, Eddie at the other. She flops in the space between them, tips over so she’s upside down, feet dangling over the top of the couch, head lolling down halfway towards the seat.

Eddie gently prods her foot; she’s got one threadbare sock on, a hole at the big toe. “What’s up, Buckley?”

“It was Nancy,” she says. Her head tilts in Steve’s direction when she adds, “She asked if she could come over tomorrow, like, late afternoon? And if it’d be okay if she brought Holly.”

“Yeah, ‘course it’s okay,” Steve says. “She didn’t need to ask.”

“Yeah, I told her you’d say that.” Robin sighs, long and heavy. “She was… quiet. I… I hope I helped—”

“Rob,” Steve interrupts, not unkindly, “you will have, don’t—”

“It’s just—” Robin breaks off with another sigh, hands flexing like she’s grappling for the words. “Sometimes I worry that—okay. Do you ever get the feeling… kinda like stage fright? But more… I remember in middle school, a girl in my class phoned asking for my help with homework, and all I could think was oh, now it’s my job to be the Homework Girl, I’ve gotta my lines right. You know?”

Steve frowns, says, “I mean—” at the exact same time that Eddie says, “Yeah.”

Robin rises at Eddie’s agreement, moving until she’s perched upright on the top of the couch.

“It’s like… it’s like I can sense so badly that she needs… I don’t know! A friend, or just someone to tell her…” Another sigh. “See, that’s the thing, I don’t even know what. I’m, like, so focused on the fact that she needs something, that whatever I say, I can’t mess it up, and then whatever I do say is… useless.”

Eddie’s eyes dart between the two of them—Robin’s uncertainty, how Steve’s frown makes him seem… conflicted.

“Robin, I get it, but it—it won’t be useless. Promise.”

“At least she phoned,” Robin goes on, pensive.

“Yeah,” Steve says. He looks off to the side, and he goes somewhere—Eddie doesn’t know where, but he can tell somehow that it’s not about the night he saw the clock, or at least not entirely.

Robin must sense it, too, because she goes still on the couch. “Steve?”

Steve breathes out, rubs a hand over his mouth. “There’s… there’s some stuff I wanna say,” he says hesitantly, “but it’s… complicated. It’s—it’s not mine to—it’s hers, but…”

His eyes drift again, this time over to the windows; the only thing to see outside is the pool, the water covered with tarp and a thick layer of leaves from last fall. When he turns back, he takes another big breath like he’s steeling himself.

“Look, this is… in, like, confidence, all right? It’s… I don’t think she’ll ever talk about it herself. And obviously I know you won’t, um, bring it up to her, but I think—if she’s… it’s something you might need to know.”

There’s something about the way he phrases it, like he’s walking a tightrope. It makes Eddie think of a morning in 6th grade where a kid’s mom had died the night before, but she was going into class anyway, and the homeroom teacher had warned them in advance before she’d come in late. That the instruction to be extra kind to her, to only talk about the whole thing if she brought it up felt woefully inadequate, but also all they could do.

“You kinda got an… abridged version of everything,” Steve says, eyes on Eddie. “So, back when… um, with Will, and… Barb. Barb Holland died. And she—she—”

“It wasn’t a chemical leak,” Robin says. There’s a tone to her voice, Eddie thinks, like these are suspicions she’s already had; but the way she’s looking at Steve with wide eyes suggests it’s never been talked about, not really.

“Right,” Steve says softly. “Nance, she—she got this journalist to, like, expose Hawkins Lab because… Barb’s parents, they still had hope, y’know? Nance wanted to go further than the cover-up story, but she had to fight even for that, so…”

Eddie recalls Murray’s voice down the phone: “Got enough leverage to take a story, water it down until it’s just ripples in the pond, softly softly, yeah?”

Understanding sinks heavily into his stomach, like rocks hitting the bottom of a creek.

“Barb… she died here, in the pool.”

The rocks in Eddie’s stomach turn to ice.

He sucks in a sharp, horrified breath; as Robin, if possible, becomes even more still, Steve keeps talking.

“Not—it wasn’t… Shit, sorry. We didn’t see what… but eventually, we. We knew. And it—it wasn’t like how it was with Chrissy, or… There wasn’t a Gate. There wasn’t anything.” Steve looks outside again, says quietly, “Trust me, I checked.”

“Jesus,” Eddie whispers.

“But Nance, she… It was after Barb’s funeral in ‘84. Before… I know it was before Christmas, but I don’t… Anyway, I came home from school, and the front mat was lifted up, and the spare key was gone, and… It was Nance. She was in the pool.” Steve swallows. “She’d turned off the heating. And she—it’s like she couldn’t hear me. She just kept diving down to the bottom, kept feeling every damn tile. Her hands, they—I had to jump in and pull her out.”

Eddie glances at the pool, and it doesn’t matter that the cover and leaves obscure it in reality; in his mind’s eye he can still see the ghostly glow of the water. Can see Nancy repeatedly trying to dive, Steve desperately calling her name—both of them shaking from the cold.

He thinks of Steve insisting that he’d make the dive at Lover’s Lake. “It’s gotta be me.”

“God, it was awful,” Steve says. “She just… she just went silent, most she talked was fucking apologising for using some towels to get dry. Then she left and—that was it. Never brought it up again.”

There’s a heavy pause.

“You know how we were during Starcourt?” Robin says, fragile. “Like, when everything was… spilling out.”

Steve’s face screws up a bit. “In more ways than one.”

Yeah, Eddie thinks, really hate how all that’s a casual reference point for you two.

“I think Nancy might be… the opposite,” Robin says slowly. “If there was a drug that made you just… go quiet. And I think she’d—” Robin exhales. “She’d put the needle in herself.”

It looks like the sheer weight of that hits Steve all at once. He closes his eyes. “Shit,” he breathes.

Eddie wants to hold him through it. Desperately wants to make it better. Knows that he can’t—that the only thing that would fix it would be Nancy and Steve never needing to dive into a freezing pool.

The movie keeps playing through the long silence. It’s almost over.

“But I’ve got a job to do, too,” urges Rick Blaine. “Where I’m going you can’t follow. What I’ve got to do you can’t be any part of.”

Eddie looks away from the screen, tries not to think of Steve staring out into the road. Fails.

They’re almost too far away to touch. But Steve manages to press his foot against Eddie’s.

I’m here.

Eddie feels Robin shift along the couch, feels her hand gently squeeze his shoulder. For a moment, it’s like they’re all connected through one touch.

And they breathe.

#the self sacrificial steve agenda #steddie fic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve and robin #eddie and robin #robin and nancy #steve and nancy #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #nancy and barb

[findafight]

Okay but. Now I am thinking of transfem Evie Harrington starbara canon au where Barb is like. Preeetty sure she only likes girls. Possibly. But she's willing to give Steve a try. He's charming and goofy and listens when she says to cut out all that mean talk and is also, shockingly, very interested in her.

So she thinks sure, she'll try dating a boy. Feel like a normal teenage girl for a bit. It's fun and Steve listens when she tells him to back off. And she really does like him. So maybe she just likes mostly girls usually, and sometimes a boy. Mostly Steve, though.

But then she gets taken by the demogorgon and survives the Upside Down and everything is awful. Steve is still there, and he's worried and protective and so so glad she's back mostly safe. She thinks she might be a little in love with him.

They date, and it's nice and good and normal and Steve lets her set the pace with how to talk about the Upside Down. She does talk about it, and he talks about what happened in the right side up, and they both cry. Barb knows she loves him, and that he loves her. It's nice and comfortable, they kiss and have sex and saying it's love is probably fast but they've survived monsters apart, so now they want to stick together.

One day, maybe the spring or summer after round one, Barb convinces him to lay back and let her get him dolled up. They've got a free afternoon and she wants to practice doing someone else's makeup just in case. Also, it's fun. It's silly and they deserve a little silly. She doesn't really wear a lot of make up but she's got mascara, a couple colours of lipstick, rouge, and a whopping four different eyeshaddows. While Barb prefers the dark red lipstick, she thinks the lighter, cherry shade would be better for Steve. She curls his lashes (borrowed the curler from Nancy and forgot to give it back) and adds just a little pink eyeshadow, then blush around his cheeks. She's admittedly not very skilled or practiced, but it's definitely passable application. The finishing touch, though, is that Steve lets her style his hair, parting it to the side because of all the cowlicks, and letting its waves curl slightly around his face. She climbs off him and stands, looking down at him.

"oh. You make a very pretty girl, Stevie. Or. Hm... Evie, maybe? Wanna see?"

He pauses for a moment before crawling off his bed to the bathroom, and when he faces the mirror Barb can hear him stop breathing. It's just a moment, before he turns to her and smiles. Kisses her cheek and likely smears lipstick on it (which does give Barb a bit of a thrill, and little jolt of pleasure and longing and she doesn't want to think about that because she loves Steve. She knows she does. If people can be a little gay sometimes Barb can be a little Straight with Steve. She doesn't need lipstick on her cheek or to watch a skirt brush the ground or anything else like that when Steve is beside her.)

It isn't until after the tunnels that Steve brings it up. A week after, he's barely gotten the go ahead to slowly get back to school (he's able to do half days until the headaches get too much), they're laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, holding hands and just breathing together.

"Barbie?" He starts, and stops.

She hums, encouraging.

He sighs. "Do you remember when you...when you did my makeup?"

"yeah, I do."

"you called me Evie. Like my great Aunt, my favourite Aunt, I would've been named after if I was a girl instead of my great Uncle."

She turns her head to look at him, still staring at the ceiling, squeezing her hand tighter now.

"I did..."

"I need you to know I love you. I do. I really, really do."

She almost sits up, but stops herself. Whatever Steve is talking about is important, he's clutching her hand tightly but not looking at her. Instead, she squeezes back. "I love you too."

Steve's breath hitches. "I really liked it when you called me Evie." It's a whisper, a breath.

Barb squeezes his hand again.

"Barbie. I really, really, liked it. I wish it was my name." Finally he turns to face her, and his eyes are glossy. She reaches up to brush her fingers against a yellowing bruise on his cheek. "I wish I was that little girl that was named after her Great Aunt Evelyn and I could wear makeup like you did for me whenever I wanted and that I was a pretty girl."

Barb leans in to kiss softly, a brush of lips. "Maybe you are?" She doesn't know. Just knows that Steve, Evie? Is upset. She doesn't want to see someone she loves upset, and it seems like saying that may help. She doesn't know.

Breath hitches. "You think I can be? Just like that?"

Combing her fingers through her...through her lover's hair, Barb shrugs as best she can lying on her side. "I've never wanted to be a boy. But you want to be a girl. I think. I think maybe that's what makes you one?"

"yeah?" It's a tiny, cracking, word and Barb wishes she could help fix whatever grief is causing it.

"well. I don't think any people who aren't girls want to be girls."

Her lover shifts, enough that their foreheads touch. "And...would that be okay? For you? For...for us?"

Barb leans closer, so their lips brush when she speaks. "Pretty sure you're it for me, Evelyn Harrington. Whoever you decide you are, I'll love."

"and if I want to be your girlfriend?"

She grins, can't help pressing into a kiss. "Then I guess I've got the prettiest girlfriend in town."

Evie presses in for another kiss. "Mmh. No. I think that's me." Barb can feel her smiling against her lips.

#starbara #steve harrington #barbara holland #barb x steve #steve x barb #hollington #trans steve harrington #trans fem steve harrington #great aunt Evelyn is the oc that just keeps on giving #stranger things #finda writes stuff #stranger things au #fluff #fics

[momotonescreaming]

More domestic Steve/Barb for my co-captain of this ship, @findafight

Barb wakes up slowly, lazily, eased into it by the sun peeking through the curtains and not the blaring of her alarm clock. She can take her time, let the heaviness of sleep slowly lift from her bones. Bleary and still half asleep — she stretches, groaning — feeling the gentle pull of her muscles. Her arms stick out from underneath the blankets as she does so, her bones clicking, and she feels the sting of the chill in the air.

It was starting to get colder out now, the wind whipping up a frost in the early mornings. She could feel the cold, feel it pressing at the windows. Seeping into the air and leeching all warmth. Steve's curtains did little to keep in the heat. She quickly retreats under the cover, into the pocket of warmth her and Steve have created.

Rolling over, she blinks and finds Steve’s side of the bed empty. The sheets are cool, but they’re still rumpled in a vaguely Steve-like shape. He always was an early riser, but she can’t help but feel the anxiety starting to twist in her gut. Leaning over to turn on the bedside lamp, she forces herself up and into something vaguely resembling a sitting position. The light is harsh, but warm, Barb scrunches her eyes shut as the light floods her vision.

She blinks again, rubbing away the sleep as her eyes adjust to the light. Her glasses are neatly resting atop the bedside table, next to what looks like a yellow blur. A note? Putting on her glasses, her vision clears, and Barb finds that it is in fact, a note. Steve’s left her a message in his familiar, scratchy, handwriting.

Gone for a run, back by breakfast. Love you! <3

Smiling, she runs her hand over the yellow paper, thumb brushing against the heart Steve had drawn. Her chest flutters at the sight — at the silly heart, at the note itself. A little reminder that he loves her, and he’s thinking of her. Smoothing out the paper, she opens up her book and tucks the note inside. 

Throwing off the covers and swinging her legs out of bed, she feels the chill ripple across her skin. Seeping straight through the worn fabric of her pyjama pants and an old gym shirt of Steve’s she had stolen to wear to bed. 

Staying in bed alone, isn’t as pleasant as it was before Steve, she’s found. She can’t feel his radiating warmth, feel his breath on her skin, his cute snuffling snores. She knows what she’s missing now. Waking up on an early Sunday morning, feeling Steve pressing gentle kisses to the back of her neck, his strong arms wrapped around her waist, legs tangled with hers. It was everything.

Waking up in his bed, knowing he’ll be back, and thinking of her — was still nice, but wasn’t as good as when he was there with her. A shiver runs down her spine, and she gets out of bed. 

It’s still early morning, and everything is quiet. Barb can’t hear Steve in the shower, or listening to the TV downstairs, but she doesn’t worry. She knows where he is. He’s safe, and he’ll be back.

In an attempt to fight off the morning cold, she pulls on a pair of fuzzy socks she had left here last time, and one of Steve’s oversized Pacers hoodies. Barb used to judge girls who were obsessed with stealing their boyfriend’s clothes, thought it was a possessive ‘staking their claim’ thing. She knows better now. She gets it. 

It smells like him. 

Pulling open the curtains, the light floods in. It doesn’t feel it, but it looks warmer already.

She heads downstairs, socked feet padding against the carpeted floors. It’s colder down here, with the large open spaces, and the central heating turned off. She could turn it on, Steve wouldn’t blame her, he knows how much she hates the cold now — plus his parents were the ones paying the power bill anyway, and they could afford it. But it felt weird without Steve there. 

So she opens more of the curtains, letting the light in so the sun can slowly warm up the hallowed halls of the Harrington house. It helps. 

The first time she was alone in Steve’s house without him, it felt weird, and thrilling, nerve-wracking all at the same time. She had a boy, who liked her, who trusted her enough to leave her alone in his house. 

Now, she was more calm about it. Used to it. 

Barb heads to the kitchen, to the now familiar beige cupboards and dappled countertops. Steve’s moved the spare radio onto the windowsill, likes to listen to tapes, or whatever sports game was being reported on as he cooked. She likes it too, the noise making it so she doesn’t suffocate in the empty echo of a house without Steve. Turning it on, she switches until she finds a station playing music she recognises, and lets it play. 

The coffee machine hums as she turns it on, a fancy thing her parents would never spend money on — Barb making sure she’s making enough for two. 

Turning to the clock — some fancy one Steve said his mother spent far too much money on for something designed to go in the kitchen — Barb debates whether to start breakfast. She has the time to actually start cooking something, and not just putting toast in the toaster — depending on how fast and how far Steve decides to run today, of course.

Steve likes to come home and cook her breakfast — has even bought her breakfast in bed a few times — and has admitted as much to her. It’s just another way for him to take care of her.

But she’s awake, and out of bed, and has the time. It might be nice to surprise him for a change. Cook him breakfast. She doesn’t get the chance often — he always wakes up before her. 

Nodding to herself, she opens the fridge to see what she has to work with. Not a lot, in all honesty. But enough for eggs. No bacon. Maybe toast on the side? Steve really needs to do a grocery shop. The vegetables he has are still fresh, and he has plenty of cheese — so Barb settles for omelettes. She’s decent at making them, if she says so herself. 

So she pulls out everything she needs, turns the volume up on the radio, and starts cooking.

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Steve loved an early morning run. The rush of endorphins, the gentle burn of his muscles, the wind rushing past him. When most people were still asleep, he could enjoy the quiet streets of Hawkins without interruption. Barb was safe, the demogorgon was dead, there was nothing hiding in the shadows waiting to catch him alone. It was a step back to normal, and it was nice. 

The best part of an early morning run was being able to go home afterwards. To hop in the shower and feel the warm water ease his muscles, to feel the sweat wash off of him, to fill up on breakfast, to relax. Satisfied.

It was even better when Barb was there. She was fast asleep when he left for his run that morning, face slack, hair messy, and had shuffled into the warm spot he’d left as soon as he was out of bed. He could kiss her goodbye when he left, and could kiss her good morning as soon as he returned.

He would always return to her. 

Unlocking the front door, Steve lets himself inside. He can see the sun streaming through the large windows in the living room, visible from the front door. Music is playing faintly from the kitchen. Barb is awake. He can feel himself smile at the thought of her.

Toeing off his shoes as fast as he can, Steve throws his keys onto the hall table and makes his way to the kitchen. He’s eager to see her, of course he is. The excitement of seeing her again still hasn’t worn off, even after months of dating. Everyone said he’d leave the honeymoon phase, that the shine would wear off — but it hasn't yet and he doesn’t want it to. He’d only been on a quick jog, all things considered, and he was still thrilled at the thought of seeing Barb again. 

Steve almost runs inside, but instead he pauses at the entry to the kitchen, leaning on the propped open door. He watches her fondly, his eager grin settling into something softer, fond. 

Barb didn’t hear him come in. The music is louder now, his radio set to some top 40’s station with the volume turned up. He recognises it— it’s a love song that’s been playing pretty regularly lately. She’s humming to herself at the stove, swaying and singing along with the music. God, he loves her. She makes him so fucking happy. The sun lights her hair up like a sunset — or a forest fire — outlining her against the window. 

The song picks up with the chorus, and she starts to dance in place, poking at her food with the spatula as she wiggles along with the beat. He tries to hold back a giggle as she shakes her butt, following the motion with his eyes. She looks happy. If he wasn’t all sweaty and gross from his run, he’d drape himself over her back and hold her tight. He might just do it anyway.

He approaches her from behind, careful to make sure she’s not holding a knife or the hot pan — and places his hands on her hips, feeling the soft fabric of her pyjama pants under his hands. Her pyjama pants are pink, fitting comfortably on her hips, with multi coloured spots. He smiles everytime he catches sight of them, because it means that Barb has been there. 

Hooking his chin over her shoulder, he looks down at what she’s cooking. She jumps, but quickly settles when she realises it's him, and he can feel the motions of it under his hands.

“Morning, Barbie,” he greets, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of her neck. 

She turns to look at him, face melting into a smile as they lock eyes. Her voice is still rough with sleep, warm and scratchy. “G’morning. I made us breakfast.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” He says, kissing her neck again, but lower this time — his face almost buried in the hood of his Pacers hoodie. It looks better on Barb. “I could’ve made something.”

“But I wanted to,” She says simply, with a small shrug of her shoulders. His heart swells. At how easy and obvious she makes it sound. As if caring for him was an easy decision. Steve presses his face into her neck, inhaling. Kisses her again, feeling her soft skin against his lips.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, pressing himself closer against her back, snaking his arms around her waist. 

“My pleasure,” Barb replies, quickly looking back at the stove to make sure her food doesn’t burn — and then back up at Steve. She tilts her head, the hint of a smirk on her lips. “Now go shower before it’s done, you’re so sweaty, it’s disgusting.” 

He just smirks back, squeezing her waist. “ But I thought you liked it when I’m all sweaty?”

She laughs, and it’s everything. “Not like this. So go shower. Shoo.”

Pouting, but not all that serious about it, Steve pulls away from Barb and retreats out of the kitchen. He watches her as he goes, walking backwards, and she’s watching him back. “Miss you already.” 

“Get out of here,” She laughs, shooing him away with her spatula. 

#Stranger Things #Steve Harrington #Barbara Holland #Barb Holland #Starbara #Hollington #steve x barb #i love them a lot #if anyone needs a sign to jump on this ship #this is it #pls join us #my writing

[nburkhardt]

I’m thinking about a post I read where Steve was dating Barb instead of Nancy and she still went missing.

It’s all I can think about right now.

#I would like to read a full fic #Steve x Barb #I think they would be good together

[bipunkharrington]

I'm always on the the Steve x Barb broship hype train

#they could have grown into perfect bros #their snarky gossip sessions would have been legendary #bi steve and his lesbros #steve harrington #barb holland #steve x barb

[kaspurrcat]

It's finally here! This is the first of four big bang fics that I've partnered with.

I had the lovely pleasure of working with theeblackplague on her murder mystery fic alongside marie.melancia (IG) and @house-of-chant for @steddiebang

I'm Shy and Shameless (Nocturnal & Nameless) is now posting on ao3!

Summary:

Bodies are washing up in the Chicago River and the newspapers say that there’s a serial killer on the loose. Steve Harrington is new in town and in his dump of an apartment, he’s found a box of tapes under the floorboards. They appear to be the video diary of the previous tenant, some guy named Eddie Munson.

#steddie #st4 #stranger things #fanart #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve and robin #platonic stobin #dustin henderson #steddie fanart #murder mystery #max mayfield #robin x barb #steddiebang23 #Steddie big bang #robin buckley #barb stranger things #cas draws #steddiebang23 project promo

[cubicle-eyes]

How I think the characters on my write list (+a few) would react to you falling asleep on them! (HCs)

This post is a semi-filler. I'm taking a break from my Eddie fic to work on this because my motivation is going DOWN. Rest assured at least two new fics ( not including this one) are coming very soon!

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Steve Harrington

- He is stiff as a board.

- He does everything in his power to gently lay you down (if possible) without waking you up.

- He has so many photos of you when you're in deep sleep

- even one where he put yourfinger up your nose

- Dustin liked that one.

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Billy Hargrove

- He is also very still.

- He quite likes it, actually

- You're like a weighted blanket to him

- He's not to worried about waking you up

- but he's always sad when you do because he loves you lying on him.

- He has a photo of you asleep in your dinner. Deffo.

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Jason Carver

- shoves you to the floor.

- jkjk

- no, he does slide you away though

- it makes him uncomfortable when someone is sleeping on him, so dont be upset if you wake up to him sneaking away

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Eddie Munson

- He is also probably asleep

- you not awake = boring

- so, his solution is to sleep too.

- on the rare occasion he isn't sleeping, he often is holding your back/waist

- If he starts getting sore he pinches the end of your nose to wake you up, and always apologizes for doing so but never stops.

- He has a video recording of you sleepwalking and singing to "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" while you sweep the couch. You woke up because of how hard he was laughing.

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Chrissy Cunningham

- She's always suprised, though it happens quite often

- Usually she sleeps on you, so it's nice

- Her shoulders are a little bony though, so usually you end up cuddled up in the crook of her neck <3

- she holds you very tightly, but not enough to wake you. Shes honestly worried you'll fall off of her!

- (she puts a variety of hats on your head, if she manages to get up without waking you)

- She has a poloraoid wall, and most of them are you and her together, or you sleeping with a bunch of hats stacked on your head

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Jim Hopper

- hahshshaha

- He's the best cuddler EVER

- hes so STRONG and holds you in PLACE!

- he has his arms around you and you'd die if you moved

- he loves affection okay he's just mean about it sometimes

- if he has a coat/flannel/OUTERWEAR he takes it off and lays it on you instead of a blanket

- it's nice because it's warm and smells like him, which is sweet

- Will murder if someone wakes you up. There is no joke here. Eleven was grounded for three days.

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Joyce Byers

- MAMA

- MAMA ILY HOLD ME TOO PLS 🥺🥺🥺

- Mama bear! MAMA BEAR!

- She is the best cuddler on this LIST!!

- She has three kids, she has EXPERIENCE in CUDDLES!

- Massages your scalp while your sleeping and if she pulls away you wake up, which leads to hilarious interactions between her and Will when she needs something.

- " Stop laughing Will. Just hand me the remote."

- "It's literally beside you!"

- "Shhh! Hand the remote to your poor old mom!"

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Dustin Henderson

- hahassddjshs

- when you fall asleep on him he cries.

- not really but he's killed by the pure trust and kind of wants too

- gives you kithes 🥺

- mostly on the top of your head, but the forehead and your cheeks (depending on the way your head is laying) are hotspots too

- its way to quiet when you're asleep so he falls asleep too

- Which leads to the both of you waking up with a huge bright camera flash as his mom cooes at the both of you

- (bottom left drawer of his dresser, there's a collection of photogrpahs where he's put makeup on your face in your sleep. Also includes you sleeping in his hat, you sleeping cuddled up with him, and you literally sleeping face-down on his bed.)

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Mike Wheeler

- Sorry people but you never sleep on him.

- Have you seen him? He's a stick and bony and lanky and ADORABLE but not to sleep on

- to sleep with, however, when you're the first asleep...

- He just likes to rub your arms through your shirt (or not, if you arent wearing one, duh)

- Sleeping together like this is a really intimate thing to him, so he finds it very special to watch you sleep

- his hands are naturally freezing, so he finds clever ways to sneakily twine your fingers together to warm them up

- His most creative way to do so is to put his hands behind your neck.

- you always wake up, laughing and gasping for him to move them, but he keeps them there till they're warm, and then you're both asleep again with your foreheads touching <3

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Nancy Wheeler

- notice me senp-

- Now in my honest opinion..

- She has never had someone fall asleep on her until you

- Always unprepared and silently freaking out as she sits stiff as a board, hands in her lap twitching slightly as she stares at the wall or TV

- usually when you move around she takes the oppurtunity as well, making sure you're both comfy before settling

- Awkward! With! Her! HANDS!!

- Always everywhere! They're constantly moving

- Her feet do it too as she's also a restless sleeper and very fidgety

- always feels bad if it wakes you up

- sometimes its nice, one hand petting your head and the other rubbing your back..

- but sometimes her feet kick your ankles and sometimes it hurts, okay.

- also she sleeps with socks on. Didn't know how to fit this in. But she does.

- ( in preperation for you falling asleep on her on the couch, she has a basket of blankets next to the cushions, and theres water bottles and a secret stash of chips hidden under them >:} )

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Will Byers

- usually doesn't know you're asleep until you stop answering his questions

- and then which he adjusts to hold you and continues talki g to himself.

- sometimes you'll mutter sleepy 'mmm's when he's said something interesting enough, but he shushes you because you're supposed to be asleep

- very good cuddler, but can never fall asleep

- when he gets tired he passes out, yes, but to get tired he'd have to run around the world four times

- well, he'd have to be mentally tired to fall asleep. No matter how sleepy his body is, he can't fall asleep without talking about anything aad everything until the words turn into whispers and then quiet nonsense.

- he has a photobook, and theres a picture of you sleeping so weirdly that it always gets a laugh (peter griffin fall 💀)

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Jonathan Byers

- probably high

- so he just keeps on doing what he's doing.

- he probably asks you stupid questions, regardles  of if you answer or not.

- "would you still love me if i was a worm?"

- "..cutests fuckin... mm.. worm.. "

- "*sobbing*"

- "woah holy shit, jon, you okay-"

- "Im a CuTe WoRm! *more sobbing*"

- honestly I love him so much idk how to write abt him zhshahah

- if he's asleep too he's probably resting his head on yours, arms lazily wrapped around tour neck as you bury your face in his neck and chest, holding his torso.

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Eleven Byers-Hopper

- freaking out verbally

- "Do not laugh at me, Will. They are not dead, right?"

- probably shaking bc sjes so scared that if she accidentally wakes you up you'll be upset with her

- eventually she relaxes, and moves your head (which has undoubtedly fallen to her shoulder) to her lap

- very gentle and sweet

- once she gets even more comfortable, she probably pets your head and baby-talks to you in a one-sided, lovey-dovey conversation.

- "Whos the most adowable S/O? Y/N is. Yeah he is. The best sleeper in the west."

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Max Mayfeild

- literally just wakes you up.

- if you DONT wake up she tries to literally "push your buttons"

- squeeze ur cheeks, poke ur nose, poke ur forehead

- She doesn't want to be trapped all day!

- (she really does though. If you don't get up soon she cuddles right up to fall asleep. Pretend to be asleep long enough and you get to hear Max snore. Loudly.)

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Robin Buckley (f.reader)

- " :0 omg ive been chosen"

- treats you like a cat, puts you where you need to be so youre both comfy

- couch sleeping >>>>

- lies with her back against the couch and your back pressed against her chest, holding you in place so you don't fall and kissing the back of your neck gently and ajdvrkdvej

- Robin's head > Pillow

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Argyle

- bro argyle >>> hottest person alive

- who am I kididng theyre the same person

- anyways (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

- this man doesnt let you sleep whatre you even talking about???? U joking??? hes high you're comin' down with him.

- "...What color is a mirror..?" "Why is pizza round... cut into triangles... and served in a square box?" "Why is it nail polish and not nail paint?" etc etc

- he always falls asleep very quickly. But he also cries really easily when high off his balls. Over everything. He cried yesterday about the color of his shirt. It wasn't yellow enough. He told me himself

- hes the best pillow. Lay on his chest, kiss his face, let him hold ya

- hes very soft and gentle with you at all times, and since most of the time the both of you are high as skyscrapers, it's a bit more wacky but a lot more sentimental.

- lots of "was drunk and fell asleep like this 😤" pictures in the back of the van

- the funniest being the one of argyle standing on the roof of the van with you and attempting to push you onto the hood "long live the king"style, but you were held on tight

- usually jonathan doesn't quite get as high so he taks a lot of pictures

- got off track but oh well lol

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Fred Benson

- He probably has prepared for this moment and lured you into a trap :)

- he had music on softly in the background and blankets and everything all planned out

- once he just gains enough actual courage to ask for cuddles it'll be less odd when he asks you to watch the most boring show on the planet with him

- he kithes your head a lot bc he really loves you, but doesn't voice it a whole lot

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Peter Ballars

- he moves you, despite how much he wants to stay and make sure you sleep well

- he doesn't move you very far. Usually you fall asleep in the rainbow room, so he just puts you in your own room to rest

- he always sneaks and checks on you, though, because you're still as graceful as a dying baby bird and vunreable all alone

- 4/10 not a good rainbow room cuddle buddy

- (alone, however, he's very sweet, apologizing for dumping you in your room all alone. Kisses all around, gives you a shoulder rub, you know, usual guilty boyfriend tendancies. Will always cuddle before he has to go back to his own room. He may be a lil' evil but you're his sweetheart <3 )

EXTRA/BONUS: OBSCUREISH CHARACTERS

Dr. Brenner/Papa (child reader, around 5-6)

-  he isn't quite sure how you ended up so close to him in the rainbow room as he sat and observed the other children, but when he felt the pressure on his upper arm from you, he couldn't help but grinned

- he woke you up gently, offering you a quick nap in your assigned room, and you accepted by yawning and rubbing your eyes, nodding.

- he walked you to your room with an orderly, and tucked you into bed.

- totally down to tell you a story tbh. Just ask.

- the orderly is assigned to wake you up in exactly two hours, so you better get to sleep quick.

- but no matter. Papa is sure to lend you an extra hour if you need it.

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Ted Wheeler 👹 (Holly's fraternal twin)

- he's asleep. He fell asleep first. You were just to scared to change the TV channel and fell asleep too on top of him with your sister.

- (he wakes up first too, and puts you both in bed, making sure you're covered and comfy before heading back to his chair. If you wake up in that time, he'lm tell you both some sort of a story, though it's a "tired dad" version. Usually you're the cool dragon, while Holly's the princess in fantasy stories.

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Karen Wheeler 👹 (also Holly's twin)

- she was suprised, of course, when you appeared across from her on the couch and shoved your way into her lap, cuddling close and instantly falling asleep.

- she lets you sit there for awhile, patting your back, before she brings you to her room to let you nap up there. When Holly gets tired she'll join you, but for now you get the big bed!)

Barb Holland

- havfuubeakdvehx

- Hi barb *waves fingers like an idiot*

- she loves cuddles. There's never a time you ever "accidentally" fall asleep on her. Oh no. Youre her hostage now.

- Smooches. Smoochy poochy bwa bwbajettiwvd

- Push her glasses up her nose while you're barely awake, and then proceed to pass out. She will cry of cuteness. No jokes.

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hope you enjoyed! Also I need to add Barb to my write list 👹

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