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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 4 months

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 60

Part 1 Part 59

The party is already in full swing by the time they pull up. Drunk high schoolers out on the lawn wearing more thought-out costumes than he and Eddie had managed. Their plans before Nancy accosted them in the hallway involved a pizza and a couple tapes from Family Video that Eddie swears he has to see.

It'd been Eddie’s idea; he’d shrugged on one of Steve’s preppy polos – his words, not Steve’s – and one of his acid-wash jeans, and pristine white sneakers, and called it good. Steve had gone along with the concept for lack of a better idea. He’d chosen his favorite Metallica shirt (the one with the hole in the armpit), a pair of Eddie’s black jeans, and Eddie's leather jacket. Eddie had grabbed his battle vest, pushing Steve's arms through it like he was a small child. It’d still been warm from Eddie’s own back.

To finish the look, Eddie had slid each ring off his fingers, matching them perfectly with their usual placements on his own hands. There was something about the way Eddie's hands felt, sliding up the vulnerable sides of Steve's fingers that made him shiver, goosebumps breaking out along his arms.

Eddie's hands had looked bare, almost risqué in their nakedness. Even now, while being packed in at all sides, Steve can't help looking down at them. He wants to push Eddie's hands into his jean pockets, hide the vulnerability of it from everyone else. He doesn't.

Almost the instant they walk through the door, Hargrove shouts, “King Bitch!” holding up his drink, as if to toast Steve’s arrival.

Tommy’s at his side, laughing like no one had ever said anything that funny in his life. Eddie’s fingers tighten around his wrist as he pulls him along.

Barbara and Nancy are hovering around the punch bowl, laughing. Nancy takes a sip of something that looks disturbingly red from her red plastic cup, and Barbara, while empty-handed, looks far happier than she had at Steve’s party all those months ago.

"Looks like they didn't need us at all!" Eddie calls loudly over the music.

Eddie’s bare fingers sneak under his sleeve to caress the skin of his inner wrist. Steve clenches his fist, relaxes it, wonders if Eddie can feel the flexing of his tendons beneath his palm.

“You came!” Nancy calls, handing her drink off to Barbara with a roll of her eyes, as she throws herself at both of them, wrapping an arm around each of their shoulders and pulling them into her smaller frame. She looks down at the pair of them, brow furrowed. “What are you two even wearing?”

The angle hurts his back, even more so when he turns his head to raise an eyebrow at Eddie, who’s already doing the same. “Well, you see,” Eddie says, trying to eel out of her arms with little to no success. “I’m dressed as the king, and Steve’s my noble jester, of course!”

Nancy opens her mouth, looking up at him with a bitchy expression, but Steve interrupts her, “I said we would.” He says it loud enough to be heard over the thrumming music.

“Are you drunk?” Eddie asks, looking at Nancy with befuddlement. Steve can’t blame him. Nancy’s behavior toward him can usually be called catty at best. Not that Eddie doesn’t usually give as good as he gets, but it’s still bizarre to see Nancy’s arm wrapped so familiarly around him.

“No!” Nancy yells, at the same time Barbara says, “yes,” with an exasperated sigh.

“I only had two drinks. When she pulls out of the embrace, she’s already pouting. “I only had two drinks.

Steve holds his hand out toward Barbara, who hands over Nancy’s drink, even as the other girl complains. Steve takes a tentative sip, curious. It goes down like battery acid. It makes him lightheaded and queasy instantaneously. Probably just from the fumes.

“What the fuck is that?” he asks, sputtering. He rubs his tongue with his fingers, hoping to scrub the remnants of that taste off his tongue for good. Eddie’s hand, where it’s still wrapped around his wrist, nudges against his chin.

“It’s pure fuel,” Barbara replies, laughter audible in her tone, even as Nancy nods enthusiastically.

Steve, still grimacing at the lingering taste, drops his hand, rubbing his saliva off on his borrowed pants. “That’s rancid.”

“This is what the Kingdom has fallen to without their King,” Eddie says with a sigh. For some reason, his cheeks are pink, like he’d been the one drinking that garbage.

Steve shrugs, “Carol always used to mix the drinks.”

“Of course, she did,” Eddie says, rolling his eyes.

Barb nods in agreement, but Steve had made the mistake of handing Nancy back her drink, so she was immediately long-sufferingly trying to corral her friend to stop drinking.

Steve flows into the groove of partying quickly. He fades into the music, smiles at his friends, lets the waves flow over him. He’s happy, with Eddie by his side, and friends coming in and out of view.

Enter: Jonathan Byers.

Steve’s breathing picks up, and suddenly the pack of bodies is suffocating. He can feel sweat slick his forehead, and his vision goes a little fuzzy along the edges. He pushes past bodies with no regard, ignoring the startled complaints that follow in his wake.

Steve grabs the lapel of Jonathan’s shirt in both fists, like a kid afraid of losing his Mom in the store. And he is; he’s afraid.

“Where’s Will?” he asks, pulling Jonathan’s t-shirt, stretching out the collar around his neck.

Jonathan’s eyes widen. He reaches out, covering Steve’s hands on his shirt and squeezing. “He’s fine,” Jonathan says. “He’s trick-or-treating with his friends.” There are spots in Steve’s eyes. “Breath, dude.”

Steve inhales, ragged and aching. “You didn’t go with them?”

Before Jonathan can answer, Eddie is there, big palms on Steve’s shoulder, squeezing. He leans forward, whispers in Steve’s ear. “Let’s go outside, sweetheart.”

Steve nods, letting Eddie lead him past the throng of partygoers, pulling Jonathan along as well by the hem of his shirt, still clutched in one of Steve’s fists hard enough to hurt.

They emerge out on Tina’s back porch. It’s dark, but the fresh air hits Steve and his lungs finally expand.

“Jonathan?” Steve asks, wheezy and breathless.

Jonathan meets his eyes, quickly pulling something out of his pocket. When Steve looks down, it’s a walkie-talkie, the same kind the party is so fond of using.

“He begged me to go with his friends,” Jonathan says, talking fast like he’s afraid Steve will punch him if he doesn’t get the words out quickly enough. Or pass out on him. “I told him he’d have to radio in every half hour, on the dot, or I’d call Hop.”

Steve breaths in, breaths out, feels Eddie’s hand steadying the small of his back. “And he has been?” Steve asks.

Jonathan nods, slow, like any sudden movements will spook Steve.

“Well, then!” Eddie says, massaging Steve’s shoulders quick and dirty a few times until Steve melts into his hands. Steve’s bereft when he drops his hands to join their impromptu circle. Eddie digs around in Steve’s pocket, pulling out a pristine joint with a quirked brow. “I think some of us could maybe chill the fuck out right about now.”

Steve rolls his eyes when Eddie looks pointedly his way, but dutifully swipes the joint from Eddie’s hand. He slides it in his mouth, feels it stick to the inside of his lip as he leans forward for Eddie to light it.

The first hit sends him coughing. Jonathan claps his back companionably as he passes the joint to him. Jonathan, suspiciously, doesn’t cough at all. Neither does Eddie, but that’s to be expected.

A few more rounds of puff puff pass, and Steve’s so relaxed he flows onto the ground. Eddie laughs, passes the joint to Jonathan, and plops down beside Steve, patting his thigh.

Eddie’s smiling down at him in a way that makes Steve’s stomach populate with butterflies by the handful. He looks teasing, like he’s thinking of the best thing to say. Steve suddenly knows he’s going to speak and then he does. “Are you alright down there, princess?” he asks. “All calmed down?”

He swallows his desert-dry mouth and hopes his voice comes out clear. God forbid he fucks up so badly Eddie invites Jonathan to warm his bed instead. “Yeah,” he says, throat cracking around the word. In a bid to redeem himself, Steve clears his throat, swirling his spit around to help rehydrate. “I can see the future?” he says, voice lilting upward at the end like it’s a question.

Eddie leans forward, hand patting Steve’s cheek gently. It feels nice. Steve leans into the touch. “Are you serious?” he asks. “Is this another superpower thing?”

Steve wobbles one of his hands together in a wishy-washy gesture that his brain gets caught in. It feels nice, the stagnant night’s air smacking against his palm so he does it faster, smiling.

“He’s just high,” Jonathan says, turning just enough that Steve can see the bottom of his chin. He looks weird from down below. Gargantuan.

Eddie flops gracelessly beside him, burrowing the back of his head into Steve’s ribs. “Damn, so you can’t see the future?” he asks, whining. “We could use another Supergirl.”

Steve’s too busy watching Jonathan to argue over not knowing any supergirls again. Jonathan’s leaning against the railing, and Steve knows, suddenly, that he’s going to take another drag from the dwindling remnants of the joint. And then he does.

“I can see three seconds into the future,” he says wonderingly, still smiling.

Eddie burrows his head harder into Steve’s ribs until Steve brings his hand up to pet clumsily through his hair. “Ugh, you got my hopes up.”

“I’m a supergirl.”

Jonathan and Eddie are laughing at him, but Steve’s looking up at the shitty overhang above Tina’s wonderous porch and wishing it was gone. He wants to see the sky, the stars splashing out above him. He wants to pluck them from the sky and put them, still flaming, into Eddie’s hair.

He wants.

Something answers his wishes. The overhang is gone, rotted away from above him so the white specks can rain down on his face. He holds up his hand, hoping it’ll be cold enough for snow. Even with the red sky, even with Eddie gone from beside him, Steve hopes.

But when he brings it down to his eyes, the stuff smears along his palm, just like ash. Maybe he can’t see into the future. He would’ve seen this.

He would’ve predicted the way the shadows stripe themselves across his face, blotting out all the red in the worst way possible. He would’ve predicted the way that thing seems to move without moving at all.

He didn’t.

Steve sobs, just once. And then, Steve does what he does best: he runs.

Part 61

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#steve harrington #steddie #my fic #eddie munson #steddie upsidedown au #one of my favorite parts so far #nancy is so fun to work on in this bc while she's had SOME character development bc of the Upside-Down #this is very much still closer to season 1 nancy. none of this has touched her. all of her people are here. no one she cares greatly about #has been killed or hurt #so she's just having fun and studying and hanging out with her friend and boyfriend #also headcanon that barb took Steve's advise and just started hanging out with jon and nancy #shes part of their relationship like. tangentially now #plus Nancy's shiny new boyfriend feelings have worn off enough that she remembered she has friends

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koppaiterocker · 4 months

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Guys hear me out please . The reason their hair is like this (especially after Clay's was straight when younger) is because of Viva! Her tendency to braid people's hair isn't touched on in the movie besides "it means I like you" so here I am with a whiteboard and a fresh expo marker

As someone who has its fair share of anxiety and regular Bad Thoughts, I reach up to my hair all the time to fidget. It's great, I'm native so it's thick and tough, and without even thinking I can twirl or tie it around for HOURS. If I have media playing I can zone out in, I can play with other people's hair for hours as well and I won't feel any ache in my wrists or anything

Vivas hair is more erratic than Clay's, so I figure that after the great Bergen attack, she would ground herself by reaching up and digging her fingers through her hair, stressing it out and fraying it so it no longer stuck up straight like pop troll hair seems inclined to do, and one day after zoning in from perhaps an anxiety attack or calming herself from a bad nightmare, she'd find the handful of hair she had grabbed was braided. Happens to me more often than I could even count, when it's bad my bangs will just end up braided or tied into a weird knot without me consciously doing it. And since braiding hair takes slightly more effort than just pulling or twisting it, she'd start intentionally braiding her hair in sections as a stress reliever and calming method

Of course over time it would become second nature, we can see how fast she braids Poppy and Branchs hair in the movie (Poppy braids hers as well, but Poppy only did a few small sections vs Viva doing their entire head and VERY neatly) so asking people she trusts to braid their hair as both a way to spend time with them and an even better way to help quell her anxiety (I like body doubling so I might just be projecting) and since Clay is absolutely her best friend, whether you think DreamWorks tried to imply romance or not, he would be the most common "victim" of Vivas braiding and so over the course of two decades their hair has just become accustomed to bring braided and so it's wild like this.

This is very stupid thank you for coming to my lecture

#i just cannot see teen clay and adult clay side by side and think its the same person #anyway theyre both my goofy goobers #i got asked for clay details on tiktok before someone like floyd whose a new fandom fsvorite and i was THRILLED #coming out. clay js my favorite brozone member #koppaitepaladin #dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls band together #tbt #trolls viva #trolls clay #cliva #maybe. i dunno #but in a really queer way #beeps yapping #trolls headcanons #beep headcanons

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suguwu · 9 days

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"i've never seen anyone cheat to lose before."

the man glances up at you, a smile flickering to life on his handsome face. he leans back in his chair as your dealer shoos away the other gamblers. "that's quite an accusation."

"not an accusation," you say. "just commentary, really."

he rolls a coin over his knuckles. you watch the steady way the coin moves, a slow dance across his fingers until he flicks it up in the air.

you snag it.

he laughs, his bi-colored eyes flickering over you, settling at the lapel pin that marks you as the pit boss.

"you're hard to get an appointment with," he says. "i improvised."

"i noticed," you say, bone-dry.

he grins, propping his chin up on one hand. his rings gleam in the dim light of the casino; you think of the twinkle of distant stars. how cold they burn in the quiet hours of the night.

"what do you want, aventurine?"

he hums. beneath his opaque sunglasses, his eyes almost seem to glow. he gazes up at you from beneath his lashes, the lush curve of his mouth going sly.

"just your attention."

you tilt your head. "and if i say you have it?"

"well then, darling," he says. "i'd ask how to keep it."

"why do you want it?"

he leans in close; the scent of him wafts through the air to settle in your lungs, a sweet kiss of ambergris. "maybe i just like you."

you raise a brow. "or maybe it's because i keep telling the ipc no."

he grins again. "that too."

"i'm not interested."

"it's too early for business," he says. "come get a drink with me."

"i'm working."

"after, then."

you eye him for a moment. he tilts his head with another little smile. his hair shines with the movement, a ripple of golden wheat fields under the sun's tender touch. it's almost a halo.

"stop cheating at my tables, aventurine."

"then come get a drink with me."

you sigh. "fine," you allow. "after work."

his smile has teeth.

"it's a date."

#bee chats #aven having to cheat to lose when he plays table games is my new favorite headcanon lmao

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georgecostanzaatemysoup · 2 months

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Astarion: Sometimes you meet the love of your life at a tavern...

Gale: *talking excitedly to Tav, gesturing wildly, accidentally hitting himself in the head*

Astarion: ...and other times you pull his clumsy ass out of a rock.

#gale is a manic pixie dream boy #not really #unless...#bloodweave #incorrect bg3 quotes #accident prone gale is my new favorite headcanon

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gods-favorite-autistic · 6 months

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Richard Lipschitz with a stutter/lisp/general speech impediment my beloved

#very glad I chose this man as my new blog icon #the way he speaks is very ‘i got bullied for the way I talk so now i speak very carefully’#the first time I saw someone point this out i didnt get it until I was watching a vid on YT and i was like ‘oooohhh there it is’#but yeah no one of my favorite characters having a lisp just like me is a great headcanon #richie lipschitz #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #starkid npmd #npmd richie #maddy’s thoughts (taken straight from the brain)

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pixxelcatt · 7 months

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Hey do you remember that episode where Raph got turned into a plant and then it was never brought up again??????

WELL I DO SO IM GONNA TALK ABOUT IT

So like there’s NO WAY he’s just completely normal after being literally turned into a pile of grass and drained of all his mutagen like ??????? I know Donnie fixed him, by apparently just putting it all back, but like what did he put it back into?? The pile of grass?? Raph is grass Finn confirmed /j

So anyway, I think he’s part plant now, whatever that means— bro can grow plants magically maybe? Like the Sadida from Wakfu I think. (I haven’t watched that show in a hot second tho lol)

Also ! Photosynthesis.. (sort of shown in the very last comic lol) Turtles already like to bask in the sun, so maybe he just likes doing it more now I dunno- but ig living in the dark sewers might be a problem oops

Also I love like the idea that Raph and April can bond over not fully being what they thought, and how to cope with that. tho I forgot if they all knew she was part krang at the beginning of s3, it’s been a bit since I watched s2 sooo correct me if I’m wrong thx

I have more ideas, but those have comics I’m gonna draw for them :) so I’ll hold off for now

#I am so not normal about this headcanon it’s my new favorite thing #also yeah ik Mikey brought it up in a single sentence in the creeping doom- but that’s it so it doesn’t count #pix’s art dumps #tortoiseshell flowers au #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #tmnt raph 2012 #tmnt Raphael #tmnt April #tmnt 2012 April #tmnt 2012 Raph #tmnt raph

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smoke-and-silver · 4 months

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Ghouls Gone Wild

Rapidfire headcanons of demons being naughty.

Aurora likes to slip into the nuns quarters at night to fool with the Sisters. She slips into their beds and purrs in their ears asking if they're awake.

She's been chased out by Sister Imperator many times, the older woman shooing her off with a broom after hearing giggling and moaning from the sleeping quarters.

Swiss sends the hottest dick picks, his shirt open, his claws dragging over his abs, his big jagged ghoul teeth showing in a lewd grin and most importantly: his thick dick on display for you.

Aurora has a thing for tickling people. She loves using her vicious-looking claws for something so silly and it gets her off to watch someone squirming and laughing in her strong demon grasp.

Cirrus nips at the air behind the nuns to hurry them along when they're in a rush somewhere and it makes the Sisters squeak and laugh as they hurry past her.

Sometimes she'll prowl after them scuttling across the floor and nipping at their heels to usher them through the halls.

She will only actually bite if you want her to. <3

We all know about Dew's choking kink--he loves knowing how much trust is placed in him when his fingers are wrapped around someone's throat.

Sometimes he'll pull you in by the neck just for a kiss or to leave hickeys on your clavicle.

Mountain is a hair puller but he's shy about it. You have to get him revved up and assure him it's okay before he'll do it.

Rain out here subtly and not-so-subtly dominatrixing everyone. He laces corsets too tight when he's helping someone dress just to hear their breath shudder. He presses his shiny boot to his partner's chest to hold them to the floor as he locks up their chastity cage or belt.

Please ride Mountain's thigh. He loves the filthy desperation of dry humping and he's into free use--go and sit your pretty self on him any time you want and he'll sit back and let you have at it.

Swiss likes to make his partner get loud. It makes him happy when he treats them so good they can't control their noises and he knows the whole ministry can hear them getting fucked.

Dew + riding crop, both giving and receiving. Enough said.

#cirrus herding dog for the nuns is my new favorite headcanon sorry #ghost the band #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost ghouls #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul #aurora ghoulette #swiss ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #nsft

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