if steve had panicked half an hour ago, then now he was about to fall right there. the thought clouded his mind for a moment making him clear his throat once again. “uh. . . i haven’t, didn’t know you had or even owned one.” it was hard to think straight (ironically) now that he knew eddie not only owned a dildo, but he seemed to be really experimented with toys as well; while steve had never. fixing his hair, he had to settle in the seat. steve tried not to move around much in order to stay calm and not fall into the heating thoughts about the kind of talk he was having with eddie. was he the only one feeling tension or was eddie messing with him just because it was fun? “y-you what? I-”. he had to keep cool to not get hard right then and there, with eddie teasing him. what if he was indeed just a straight guy who was comfortable with his sexuality? a modern dude who did not care about everyone else’s thoughts about him, steve would look stupid if that was the case.

“yeah, no, i know you don’t have to be gay, that’s not it. it j-just never crossed my mind, that’s all.” nervousness was clear in his tone. harrington was still fairly new into discovering his sexuality, he definitely was bisexual, but he haven’t talked about it with anyone. not even robin, even when he thought she had her suspicions. did eddie had his’ too? what if eddie already figured it out steve felt attraction to him? it couldn’t be, right? “that’s cool tho.” his mind was blank to even think about another response, focusing on keeping clear he was okay with all these talk, even if he looked awkward about it.

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he had to pay full attention to eddie’s words, wishing to understand the thing that the metalhead is so passionate about. he wanted to understand it. he wanted to know what to do and how it’s supposed to be, steve wanted to show eddie that he was interested in his interests. if that even had any sense. ‘til this point he was understanding, yet he felt like there was something else back there, something that would completely block and make him look dumb. “okay, okay. so it’s a ‘higher number wins’ kind of situation?” he questioned mostly out of curiosity, as he tried to understand it all.

steve hummed as eddie started explaining with a real life example, not even noticing where he was heading to. his eyes were watching the other man’s carefully, anyone from the outside could clearly see the wheels turning behind steve’s own brown orbs. he didn’t know if he should focus on the sudden brightness that lightened up munson’s face or on the description of both the game, and his room. his cheeks almost turned pink when thinking about eddie munson’s room, specially after hearing about this whole dungeon master stuff. that sounded cool. and there it is, the answer to his first question, where a small “ooh” came out, nodding along. but steve wasn’t expecting the next part, watching eddie’s profile with curled eyebrows as he mentioned handcuffs, ropes and a what?! steve almost chocked on his saliva. trying to hide a cough, he looked back towards the road in front of them, strong heat invading his whole body. he was sure he was now red. moving in his seat, harrington tried not to panic, “oh — wow. o-okay, okay, yeah. I get it now.” he nervously replied. did munson know the effect he had on steve? did he say that on purpose or was it just eddie’s own relaxed nature speaking? jesus christ—. looking back at the metalhead to check for his reactions, the boy kept his very wide eyed expression as calm as possible. “yeah um, that would be something… guidance, the book, the dungeon master, the dice. i’m getting it better.”

Eddie glanced over, giving a chuckle at Steve’s reaction, “what’s the matter big boy? Never fucked yourself with a dildo before? It feels great, but there’s prep involved, maybe I could walk you through it?” He was really pushing his luck now, but they were almost at Steve’s place so he was going to be able to escape the awkward situation he was creating soon. “Don’t have to be gay to enjoy a toy,” he said, adding that just in case for Steve as Eddie was still fairly sure Steve was straight, but in the process he left open the possibility in Steve’s mind that Eddie was just a straight guy that was incredibly comfortable with his sexuality, which he wasn’t, in fact he was petrified inside that he was pushing Steve away with all the, gay talk.

scott tried to control his heartbeat, as isaac’s words made him melt. he hadn’t felt this way in a long time, he truly was in love with the beta. those words. he couldn’t believe how much he made the alpha swoon, it was like he was sixteen again falling in love for the first time. “isaac. . . you couldn’t have chosen a better moment, to be honest I’ve been feeling the same way for a while now. i didn’t want to say anything either, didn’t want to ruin the friendship but i’m in love with you too.” his furrowed eyebrows appeared once the blonde started talking about stiles. did he really thought—? “wait, me and stiles? oh, no, no. he is my best friend, we never crossed that line and we don’t have those type of feelings for each other. he is like. . . a platonic soulmate, y’know? you on the other hand, i love you as much more than a friend.”

the brunette held his breath for a moment upon the feeling of isaac holding him, the blonde’s breath against him. he tried to stay calm upon the playful hand moving around his leg. “hey.” he whispered with a fun tone at his teasing. “you’re so sweet, did you know that? and pretty fucking convincing too. i’ll have to check on them tho, don’t want beacon hills on fire when we come back. let’s plan everything while we eat, shall we?” adjusting his own helmet, scott turned the engine on.

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“Scottie, you and i should go to have some Mexican what do you say ?. “

“isaac, hey! i like that idea, yeah. it’s like you read my mind, i was feeling kinda hungry.” he was quick to nod back, soft smile widening his lips. standing up from his seat, he walked closer to the blonde so they could head out. “besides, I could never say no to mexican with you. let’s go.”

steve sent a finger gun towards jonathan, a smile gracing his features in agreement. sometimes he wondered how it’d be if they’d became friends after everything, it would be so different. “absolutely not, we don’t wanna puke.” a chuckle escaped his lips. “come on, we can walk around while we decide where to eat.” his next smile was more sincere, feeling that odd warmth on his chest, not being used to hear those words. “of course, man. and thanks, i’ll keep that in mind.”

“oh.” steve nodded as soon as he understood. hell, he did understand that feeling way too damn well. he instantly shook his head once jonathan started apologizing. “don’t be. I don’t mind, if you wanna or need to ramble, i’m a surprisingly good listener. I mean it.” he shrugged, lifting his weight off the wall in order to walk next to the other. “but if you need to do anything else, sure. we could uh, go eat or walk around?“

“I am all up for eat and walking around, not at the same time of course.” he made a lame joke to make sure the tension left the air, Jonathan liked Steve for everything he did he was an great guy. “Thanks for being an awesome listener and please talk to me if you wanna empty your heart or anything.”

“oh.” steve nodded as soon as he understood. hell, he did understand that feeling way too damn well. he instantly shook his head once jonathan started apologizing. “don’t be. I don’t mind, if you wanna or need to ramble, i’m a surprisingly good listener. I mean it.” he shrugged, lifting his weight off the wall in order to walk next to the other. “but if you need to do anything else, sure. we could uh, go eat or walk around?"

steve payed full attention to jonathan’s words. the thing is, they weren’t that close, but he couldn’t help but feel bad for him. “damn… that sucks. i mean i get the reason but still, if you ever need anything, y’know.” he paused after processing byers’ words. “i don’t like n— i can’t have her it’s just— she doesn’t like me. I… wait, what do you mean? you won’t return?”

Jonathan listened to Steve talk and nodded but started to speak when he asked about the not return part. “I mean I won’t return to Nancy as in getting back together. I am just mad , sorry I shouldn’t ramble about this to you, sorry again. Would you like to go do something or talk about something that is more fun to talk about

steve payed full attention to jonathan’s words. the thing is, they weren’t that close, but he couldn’t help but feel bad for him. “damn. . . that sucks. i mean i get the reason but still, if you ever need anything, y’know.” he paused after processing byers’ words. “i don’t like n— i can’t have her it’s just— she doesn’t like me. I. . . wait, what do you mean? you won’t return?”

“uh, yeah, i mean, i knew something was up…” he replied almost quietly, furrowing his eyebrows not quite knowing how or why it happened but still feeling bad for him. break ups were horrible, he knew that, especially a break up with nancy. “i’m sorry, man. how are you feeling?”

“It hurt like hell but if she is gonna dump me for the reason that we aren’t going to the same schools.. will she be worth it. I know you must still like her but you can have her. I am hurt and won’t return back.”

“sure.” a uncharacteristically quiet tone was used, grabbing a cup and scooping the mint chocolate ice cream almost professionally. “uh, we’re out of strawberry but there’s a fresh bucket in the back. could you wait here for a second as i bring it?” robin signaled the backroom, carefully watching the redhead.

looking up from her spot leaning behind the counter, robin’s face seemed surprised for a second, the redhead’s name almost escaping her lips as she nodded. “cool choice. cone or cup?”

Barb smiled “Cup please?” she said friendly towards the person who she knew very well.

a look of surprise was still painted all over his features, confusion setting in. what the hell was going on? did she traveled all alone? jim didn’t even hesitated in hugging her back, strong arms squeezing her in return, a hand stroking her hair. “y-yeah, of course. but what is happening? did you both have a fight? why didn’t she call?” he had so many questions. “are you okay, kid?”

jim was having a long, loud day. a lot of shot was going down referring to starcourt mall’s opening, so much that he had to check on the place in case trouble appeared. he didn’t expect to hear that voice tho, caught off guard, he turned around wide teared eyed. “sarah? what are you— does your mother know you’re here?”

Tears streamed down her face as she ran towards the familiar male, wrapping her arms around her. “Yes she knows and I won’t go back anymore. I wanna stay with you if that’s okay?’

steve’s eyebrows went up, not surprised at all to learn that about the ex-high school sweethearts. a genuine tone could be heard above his previous sarcasm. “geez, i’m sorry. she’s always been a huge dipshit.” scoffing with both hands on his hips, the young man sent the other a long look. “i thought you’d be in college or something like that at this time of the year tho.”

“tommy,” steve wasn’t sure how to react, since he didn’t come prepared to cross paths with the boy. “yeah, well, everything goes to shit without me, so i gotta come back and stick around every once in a while. you’ve been disappeared too.”

“I’ve been disappeared as well indeed. believe it or not I dumped Carol, she cheated on me with some asshole but I am glad to be away from the girl.” he smirked

her face showed nothing but fondness toward her son, patiently listening to every word. there was a beat where joyce relaxed her body. when the thought and realization came down to her, a hint of the deep compassion she was feeling could be seen as well. it eyes focused on the young boy’s orbs. “oh, honey.” joyce’s hand flew towards her son’s arm in order to squeeze it gently. “it’s okay. you know all i wish is for you to be happy, right? I want you to date whoever you want to, i’ll always be here supporting you.” a small curve went upwards on her lips, showing the proudness she felt. “i’m so proud of you. thank you for trusting me, sweetie.”

“hey, sweetheart.” joyce sent her son a soft reassuring smile, putting the cigarette off in order to place full attention on her son, eyes searching for the youngest’s own gaze. “of course we can, whenever you want. what is it about? tell me.”

“I have been thinking about how I wanna say this for a year now and It scares me but I just have to tell someone because it has been eating me alive.” he looked at his mother “I don’t wanna date girls, Mom.”

buffy’s steps came to a stop as soon as she heard the words coming out of her lips. yas was avoiding her? why? she wont say she didn’t deserve it, after acting all rough around everyone lately. it did make sense, the brunette has been away, taking her distance lately. it’s been long since the last time they were in a room together all alone. her posture tensed a bit, shoulders falling as her eyes stayed on the figure in front of her. “avoid me? why? what is going on?” she questioned, eyebrows furrowed deeply as she awaited for any other reaction. anything that could show yas didn’t hate her and had any other reasons to avoid her on these last couple of days.

“i know that, which is exactly my point. it’s even more dangerous to be here at this time of the night when you jump at the sight of danger risking your life.” green eyes traveled throughout the female’s body, just a tiny bit of her concern washing away as she didn’t see any signs of blood. just a small part. “no, i just — i wanted to make sure.” she was concerned. what if something happened? or if she didn’t get there in time? “yas, what is happening? why aren’t you talking to me?” at this point she was repeating herself, but buffy needed an answer.

( open to: f / m / nb — platonically or romantically.

muse: buffy summers — buffy the vampire slayer )

“what were you thinking about? you could’ve gotten hurt or worse!” the slayer basically screamed at the other, heart still racing against her chest, holding the wooden stake with such force it almost cracked under her strong curled fingers. the woman could still hear the demon’s words before she was able to help out and end it’s miserable life. she knew there were more, a group of demons more specifically. and she remembers being extremely clear about the fact that none of them should be out by themselves, so what were they doing here all alone? “don’t you look at me with that face, i’m being serious, you could at least let any of us— me, know when you decide to take a walk in the middle of the night. this is not a joke!”

“were you doubting that? there’s a lot of people in town who care about you. but yeah, specially me. i will always make sure you’re safe and as happy as i can make you, jean.” his eyes were softer than ever, looking down at her in the purest way. he couldn’t believe what he heard. she was actually that much in love? with him? how could he get so damn lucky? steve could feel as his heart melted, so this is how healthy true love feels like. “yes, really. i’m completely in love with you too, jeanette byers. you have no idea how crazy i am for you.”

his smile was now much wider, the way her eyes shone even in the poorly illuminated place looked beautiful. after so long, he felt loved. “you are adorable, y’know that?” keeping his hold on her waist, steve kissed her back, tender yet passionate, all of his feelings places on that very same kiss.

( open to: m / f / nb — platonically or romantically

muse: steve harrington — stranger things / crossover )

“okay, yeah, very funny aha. but remember how every single time people say that in horror movies — they die!” steve turned to face the other, in an attempt to keep the moment serious instead of the jokes he’d been hearing. sure, it was okay in moments like this to ease tension, but he was starting to feel impatient. they’d been wondering for a couple of minutes now and his instincts screamed for them to run like hell out of there. yet he kept his composure, walking in front of them in case anything attacked, he’d be the one receiving the first punch or bite.

“can you at least tell me why we are here? ‘cause you’ve been giving vague answers all night. just spit it, c’mon!” normally he wouldn’t even let the other move on with these kind of plans by themselves, but they were convinced, and he preferred to come with instead of leaving them all alone. at least they’d be risking their lives together.

lea kept driving, carefully listening to alex’s words. “not only old but also really well hidden considering no one was able to find it.” she commented, stopping at a red light, using that opportunity to take a whole look at the brunette next to her, spying on whatever he was typing on his laptop, he seemed to always have it on him. an eyebrow was curled upon hearing those locations, soft hum escaping her lips, “damn, that was quick. wait — you said the new island? i know that place! it has a lot of old deco with antique vibes, a few statues, paintings, hidden shit behind the counters. . . i say we check that place first, if we don’t find anything then we buy some food and head to the library. agree?” lea suggested, moving her gaze back towards the road to keep driving, now towards said place’s direction.

“maybe we even find more clues? although it’s odd that a restaurant is one of the oldest places in town, isn’t it?” she kept talking, cutting the silence once again. even if it could be annoying, she felt the need to let those thoughts out. she never knew when something could mean a new clue closer to solve this whole thing.

( open to: f / m / nb — platonically or romantically

muse: lea harrelson — plot: your muse and mine have teamed up after a visit to the local museum. they’re willing to find the long forgotten town’s treasure, wishing for the legend to be real and that it contains gold, money, diamonds; having no idea where it is, they are forced to work together ‘till the end. even if they get on each other’s nerves. )

“i swear to all the gods, if you’re not ready in five minutes, I’ll leave you to find your own ride.” she stood on the entrance, rather impatient. lea couldn’t help it, she had been awaiting for them to finish whatever it was they were doing for some good ten minutes. normally, she was the one always running late, taking hours to get ready, getting distracted — but now that a possible huge treasure was in the line, she wanted to work this out as fast as possible. especially while working with them, out of all people, she made a deal with them. if only they didn’t need each other’s abilities, she’d be doing this on her own. agreeing to take half and half of whatever the valuables were as long as they didn’t tell anyone else. “i’m getting old here, come on! come on! we can buy your protein shake, coffee, tea — whatever, on the way!”

scott couldn’t believe what the blonde was saying, he felt himself feeling more nervous yet his face showed the biggest smile. isaac was adorable. “of course it’s not wrong. you are allowed to want something for yourself, even if that something — someone, is the pack’s alpha.” he responded with a fun smile. even with the joking tone, he was speaking the truth, isaac did deserve much more. he believed the beta deserved happiness, someone that would care for him, someone who he could trust, and scott felt so happy to know he could be even a small part of that. he’d give his everything to make isaac happy, whatever their relationship was. “why didn’t you say something before tho?” scott questioned as they got comfortable on the bike.

“i can hear it.” stating it, he kept his curled lips up, not even lying. he could clearly hear isaac’s heartbeat without a problem. brown eyes traveled to the boy sitting behind him, surprise painting his features. “paris? really?” having to think about it, the alpha stayed quiet for a moment. should he really go and leave everything on the pack’s hands? did scott deserve a holiday? he didn’t know what he should do. “I mean I would absolutely love to, it sounds fun and we never really traveled together. . . you think I should leave the pack in charge of everything?” mccall’s voice was a mixture of excitement and concern, an odd mix he always had in his tone. specially now after wondering all the what if’s.

“Scottie, you and i should go to have some Mexican what do you say ?. “

“isaac, hey! i like that idea, yeah. it’s like you read my mind, i was feeling kinda hungry.” he was quick to nod back, soft smile widening his lips. standing up from his seat, he walked closer to the blonde so they could head out. “besides, I could never say no to mexican with you. let’s go.”

he had to pay full attention to eddie’s words, wishing to understand the thing that the metalhead is so passionate about. he wanted to understand it. he wanted to know what to do and how it’s supposed to be, steve wanted to show eddie that he was interested in his interests. if that even had any sense. ‘til this point he was understanding, yet he felt like there was something else back there, something that would completely block and make him look dumb. “okay, okay. so it’s a ‘higher number wins’ kind of situation?” he questioned mostly out of curiosity, as he tried to understand it all.

steve hummed as eddie started explaining with a real life example, not even noticing where he was heading to. his eyes were watching the other man’s carefully, anyone from the outside could clearly see the wheels turning behind steve’s own brown orbs. he didn’t know if he should focus on the sudden brightness that lightened up munson’s face or on the description of both the game, and his room. his cheeks almost turned pink when thinking about eddie munson’s room, specially after hearing about this whole dungeon master stuff. that sounded cool. and there it is, the answer to his first question, where a small “ooh” came out, nodding along. but steve wasn’t expecting the next part, watching eddie’s profile with curled eyebrows as he mentioned handcuffs, ropes and a what?! steve almost chocked on his saliva. trying to hide a cough, he looked back towards the road in front of them, strong heat invading his whole body. he was sure he was now red. moving in his seat, harrington tried not to panic, “oh — wow. o-okay, okay, yeah. I get it now.” he nervously replied. did munson know the effect he had on steve? did he say that on purpose or was it just eddie’s own relaxed nature speaking? jesus christ—. looking back at the metalhead to check for his reactions, the boy kept his very wide eyed expression as calm as possible. “yeah um, that would be something. . . guidance, the book, the dungeon master, the dice. i’m getting it better.”

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steve’s eyes were focusing on eddie’s features, the way his doe brown eyes sparkled once the dungeons and dragons topic came around, how his mouth moved — irresistible pink lips somehow looking fuller, his nose twitching and allowing him to make faces. he tried to keep up, so no part of his explaining would get lost mis sentence because steve wasn’t listening. he tried to understand it better. steve never seemed to be interested in the game, thinking it wouldn’t be interesting or leaving it into him not liking it because it was a ‘nerdy game’ (in reality he thought it’d be too damn hard for him). there were so many things to do in just one campaign, that he thought it was a lot. “yeah, their hyperactive state seem to be much higher when they play.” he nodded a few times, quickly, paying attention to eddie’s explaining.

dustin wasn’t successful in his attempts to make him play, he almost tried once when erica wished to play until the boys joined her. and still, steve hadn’t even attended a game in his life, so he decided to try and picture it as a movie. only for eddie. his eyes focused on the young man next to him, trying to imagine that situation. still the look on his face was still a paint, since he still didn’t understand much of it. “yeah… yeah, i think i get it. is that where the dice get into play? or there are other ways for you to guide them to where you need to? ‘cause if i remember correctly what henderson said, which i don’t, that kid is awful at explaining stuff— you use like a book where you write down some things? is that even right?”

Eddie nodded, his brain had entered into dungeons and dragons mode, seeming to only be focused on that now, it was a special interest of his for sure. “Yeah everyone makes notes on what they think is important, but I have notes on everything. The dice are very important but they’re not used for everything, in a fight you roll to see if you hit and how much damage, meanwhile I roll for the creatures they’re fighting to dodge and attack them in turn. But you use them outside of combat too,” he pulled up to traffic lights, glancing over at Steve as they waited.

“Say you enter my room,” he thought a real world example might make it easier for Steve as he could tell from his expression that he was struggling to follow him. “And you want to look around for anything rude, you’d say to the dungeon master, that’s me, I search the room, do I find anything interesting, I then tell you to roll for it. Depending on how high you roll I’ll say you found nothing interesting. If you roll high,” he said as the lights changed and he turned his attention back to the road. “Then I’d tell you that you found my handcuffs, chains, ropes and maybe a dildo.”

Hi, I'd really like to RP with your Natasha Romanoff but I'd like to plot first, as opposed to replying to your open starter. Would you be up for that?

hi there! I would looove to write with you. hell yes, let’s do it. i’ll head to your messages to plot something <3

now that i finished my courses i can be more active in here, i’ll be replying to everything tonight. thanks to everyone that stayed patient! sending much love, friends.

This is an open invitation to ask my muse whatever you damned well please.

Inbox is always open and I know someone must hold curiosities.