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fhrlclln · 2 years

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it’s 12:00 am and i’m horny ;>

i’m thinking of a older!eddie x fem! reader, who’s your neighbor and maybe 10 years your senior (you’re an adult obvi.) he’s single and runs a mechanic shop. you always notice him sitting by the porch of his trailer, smoking, manspreading in his dirty work overalls that’s tied to his waist, showcasing his dirty white tank top that’s full of grease stains. you can’t stop staring at him, and neither can he with your little innocent gestures, calling him mr. munson.

—> pt. 2, pt. 3

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you bit your bottom lip seeing him right there, the brown paper bag you’re carrying situated on your hip for leverage as you walk down the gravel path towards your home that’s next to his. you could smell the cigar smoke, you tried not to glance at him again. he just looked so hot, the evident matureness in his face and his aftershave that had you gasping for air in the inside. your pussy throbbing seeing him so laid back. looking fucking ethereal manspreading there, cigar on his lips and his crazy mullet let down. tattoos showing from his bare arms that were glistening with sweat, he probably got back from work you had guessed.

mr, mr, mr. eddie munson

your throat was dry, a thirst you ache to quench. your thighs felt tingly, having this fantasy about your older neighbor, who’s probably is in his 30’s was embarrassing as it is. your hands fumbled with your keys, taking your sweet time unlocking your door, only for his voice to quip up all of the sudden making you jump a bit in surprise.

“your parents not home, sweetheart?” his gruff voice asked, you turned to the side, eyes batting seeing him smile at you. your breath got caught in your throat, you shyly nodded, still turning the key to hear the clicking sound. silently panicking in the inside, this is the first time he talked to you and you’re so flustered. fuck, fuck, fuck.

“they’re out of town for a while, mr. munson.” you informed him, voice soft as a feather. you turned to him, grocery bag still in hand. heart pounding, butterflies in your tummy seeing him lean back, cigarette now on his hands as he blew out a smoke. staring at you with his intense gaze. still a smile on his face that had you thinking if his face was rideable.

“leaving you all alone here?” he tsked.

“it’s their anniversary. i offered to k-keep watch of the house.” you explained, feeling a little tight in the clothes you’re wearing. as much as you liked staring at him from time to time, never had you expected talking to him now, hence the nervousness radiating in your tone. you watch him stand up from his place, his boots hitting the ground as he slowly walked over to you. stopping by the start of your porch’s steps.

“must feel shit lonely keeping the house all by yourself then, sweets.” he commented, crossing his arms as his biceps bulged before you. tattoos showing prominently. making your mouth dry when you glanced at them, then back to his face, not wanting to be a creep checking him out. not like he noticed it already.

“n-not at all.” you admitted, cheeks heating.

“really? got someone keeping you company?”

“no—“

“or maybe you just keep yourself busy by checking me out all the time, sweetheart.” eddie smirked, catching you red handed making your eyes widen like saucers. was it that obvious? yes, apparently.

“mr. munson—“ you gulped, suddenly feeling ashamed. his dick twitched at that. “i didn’t mean to really…”

“it’s rude to stare, sweetheart. especially with those cute fuck-me eyes. didn’t your mama tell you otherwise?” he slowly sauntered towards you, each step he took making your pussy clench out of nothing. he noticed it, the way your thighs rubbed against each other. oh, how he held himself back countless times when caught you staring at him from your porch all the time. it was the reason why he always sat in front of his trailer everyday after work just to see you ogle at him. he found it cute when you denied it now, so cute he’d fuck the shit out of you right here and now. little slut you are for riling him up.

now he stood before you close, as you could smell the cigar and grease from him, a musk you could taste that had you reeling in. his fingers gripped your chin gently, thumb on your lower lip as you looked to his eyes again. breaths mingling, lust in the air, his cock hard underneath his overalls. both blinded by lust as he trailed his thumb to caress your lip, wondering if your mouth would be as fuckable as he had imagined. mustering the thought of you moaning out his name when he pounds into you hard, abusing that pussy. mr. munson

“wanna invite me in? keep you company? i’d show you a good fucking time than staring, sweetheart.” he licked his lips, letting go of your chin, making you pout at the lost of his touch. you’re young, horny, maybe he can help you solve your staring problem. your panties felt damp as you eagerly nodded like the good girl you are. he smirked seeing you open the door and turn to him, innocently asking for it.

“yes, please.”

“please what?”

“please, mr. munson.”

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older! eddie is smth, makes me feral 😫

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #older!eddie #mechanic!eddie #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #joseph quinn #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s quick ideas 💡 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

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hasgavlebockenburneddownyet · 6 months

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I think there's strong potential for a drone play, here. Get some flammable liquids to drop on it, and then you can go to work with something as simple as a lighter. Or just drop a molotov.

#im seeing lots of good ideas in the notes 💡#gävlebocken

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clownpalette · 8 months

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HAHAHA HE JUST WOKE UP AND HE PUT HIS SHIRT ON BACKWARDS!!!

He is such a loser 🤩🤩

Have a nice day and don't put on your clothes the wrong way :)

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nekochan4eva · 8 months

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Why aren’t there more stories where:

A) Lex Luthor is in love with his estranged childhood friend

B) the suave billionaire starts falling for the clumsy reporter whose novels speak to his soul?!

And in both cases he has no idea Clark is actually “that damn alien”?

#💡#ideas #writing ideas #clark kent #lex luthor #superman #kal el #dc comics #clex #fanfic #please writers #please write this #my work #my ideas #story prompt #story idea

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fallstaticexit · 6 months

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💬

The way I’m thinking about doing a non legacy mini story (for the upcoming pack) featuring a recently divorced middle aged lesbian who is running a bed and breakfast she inherited from her late father with her estranged younger half sister she didn’t know existed until the day of the funeral and now they are running a business together while trying to resist the urge to strangle each other all while dealing with their infuriating tenants.

#the gears are turning #brb I’m in CAS #Sims 4 Stories #storie ideas #💡#let me cook #sims 4 #sims 4 simblr #sims 4 for rent #also it’d give me a chance to finally crack open a new save file #I’ve been playing in the same save for a year now 🥹#basically like my Sonny mini series just new faces

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thoughtfulchaos773 · 5 months

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Now, my previous meta has me thinking Richie may be the first one to know about Sydney and Carmy's relationship.

2x01

Richie: what the fuck is fun for you?

Carmy: I don't know, l have to get back to you on that.

I find it weird that he would share with family what's fun after all those times they basically destroyed it.

So I don't know, if it could foreshadow that Richie will be the first to know how he feels about Sydney.

#Take my ideas Storer 💡#sydcarmy #carmy x sydney #thoughtful chaos posts #richie: you happy?#carmy nods his head #richie: then that's all that fuckin matters cousin

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echo-story · 5 months

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Soooo…. let’s say, hypothetically, I was drafting a Nont/Prom fic… 👀

Anything y’all might want to see in it ? 🤌

The dynamic(s) of these two have completely rotted my brain, and now I need a fic to fill the void.

#playboyy the series #fic #prom/nont #nont/prom #ideas 💡

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muddiedlove · 1 year

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my response to which of your blorbos would peel oranges for you.

i truly think miguel would. after seeing you struggle with the thick peel, i imagine him just reaching over the table to pluck the orange out of your hands. and he has those handy claws. he quickly and efficiently separates the peel from the fragrant fruit before placing the peeled orange back in your hand.

“here” he grumbles. “i was tired of watching you struggle with it.”

despite his gruff tone you can see a soft blush creeping up his neck at doing such a soft, domestic task for you.

however, there’s little he wouldn’t do for you.

#let me know if y’all want more miguel fluff #i have some ideas 💡#miguel o’hara #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara smut #atsv #fluffy thots #repost

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vampirevatican · 11 months

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Being Kenny McCormick's Wife

coming from the trenches and being able to see the future (thx postcovid) ong it's not that bad, fuck you fanfic nd canon cartman

he's rich and famous, like, nobel prize and putting up a science wing in his home town's school famous. so you bet your ass that you are treated like royalty and you are also in the news headlines at times

he'd buy you anything you wanted, has chefs and maids because he is a very busy man; so, you don't have to do any of that. "wifey duties?" no need. you are his queen, you are his equal.

huge cuddle man, definitely big spoon, but you gotta get him to stop messing around on his laptop if he's still in work mode.

he's still goofy, still a silly guy and he makes that obvious when he's not working on something big or important around the office or at home. scoops you up from behind in a bear hug and swings you around a bit

high-key pda, will start kissing your face all over infront of anyone. not at all ashamed of his baby and proud to show you off

if you're just as clever, a bit of a stem girlie, willing to aid in his works? he sings your praises the whole time and talks about it in any interview or at any event when asked about how he gets his ideas. you're shy, put yourself down, or humble yourself?? he's speaking for you, again you are equals and so much more than just a 'muse.'

#.⁠｡⁠*ideas💡━♡#sp post covid #south park #kenny mccormick #kenny mcormick headcanons #kenny mcormick x reader #kenny mccormick fluff

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doukeshi-kun · 6 months

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professor!Nikolai with student!reader who is discreetly teasing him during his class?

therapist!Nikolai who falls in love with patient!reader and manipulates them to fall in love with him?

prisoner!Nikolai who tries to persuade police!reader or therapist!reader? like Harley Quinn and The Joker.

sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language 😝

i like professor au! maybe i should do justice to 🌃anon headcanons on professor nikolai

i HAVE thought about therapist!nikolai before! but i kinda don't know how to explore on how tf he got to be a therapist like💀 but it's interesting anyway

prisoner!nikolai 👀 also have thought of police!nikolai x prisoner!reader but a bit of twist is nice

your english is fine! english is not my first either lol

#idea!💡#道化師-says❃ུ۪

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader pt. 2

screwing your older hot neighbor is the key to your thirst. 😵‍💫

—> pt. 1, pt. 3

nsfw/smut under the cut

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it started from innocently staring at him because he’s hot. which he is, you never knew your sex life would sky rocket to the moon the moment you invited him in your empty home. out of horniness and the desire to satiate the sexual tension for the older man. it was wrong to do this, he’s like old enough— well, not old enough to be your dad, old enough you’d call him ‘mr’. but here you are, in your bedroom, him screwing the shit out of you. like he’s been dying for it. which he totally is, (and so was you.)

“mr. munson!” you cried out, gripping his hair with one hand while the other was planted on the surface of your sheets, gripping tight for leverage as you tilted your head back feeling his cock fuck your cunt up from below. he’s big, both in width and length, abusing your pussy so good. he’s so cocky right now underneath you, he still has that ass-eating smirk on his face as he stares at your bouncing breasts before him. littered with his bites that trails up to your neck.

“this tight fucking pussy’s gripping me so good, sweetheart. you’re such a good girl.” he praised breathily, arms wrapped around your waist, balls slapping against your wet cunt. he’s dreamed of this, fucking up your innocent persona. he’s currently corrupted you with three orgasms, two by his tongue and fingers and the other one with him just sliding in your overstimulated pussy. it felt like heaven.

“mhm— right there! oh, god, mr. munson.” he pounds in to you harder. calling him mr. sounded like he was a old creep (he probably is), but it had him hooked the second it came from your lips. he loves it, loves the way you’re so cock-drunk from him. your other arm moves, wrapping both around his neck as you eagerly kissed him. tongue and all, him dominating your mouth with such ferocity and greed. felt wrong but so right, who would screw your own neighbor? you apparently. you didn’t care anyways what your broken morals are now, you’re going to hell anyways…

with him. he seems reluctant as well.

“gonna cum, fill your little cunt up. make you mine.” he groans against your lips, roughly standing up to his knees.

“oh!” you squealed as he grips your waist tight, bruising your soft flesh. cock pounding in and out with an immense speed that him feral. he sounds so animalistic fucking you, the sight of his blown-out irises made you clench around him. his hair dropping down his face, sweat beading both of your bare bodies. your moans filled the room, mouth agape a bit, looking like a dumb whore that he liked to see on you. you cried out his name this time.

“please, eddie.” you cried out as he leaned down to roughly catch your lips. calloused hands caressing your sides now, as you felt yourself cumming. the tip of his cock rubbing perfectly on your spot. his balls tightened, his brows furrowed in concentration, you whimpered against his soft lips before your belly snapped. your back arches, nails digging on his buff shoulders, his chest hair brushed against your nipples. the euphoric high got you so dizzy, you could now feel his own cum start oozing into you as he bottomed himself in, filling you up to the brim with a sigh. fuck, was it perfect.

“jesus, that was fucking good. you with me, baby?” he kissed your heated cheeks. you nodded slowly, still blissed out at such an intense orgasm, you whimpered now feeling him pull out of you sloppily.

“‘m with you, mr. munson.” you smiled sheepishly like you were drunk. just cock-drunk and fucked out good.

“eddie.” he corrected you, smiling sweetly as he kissed your sweaty forehead. you hummed, liking his attention and affections. a different side of him you see than what you presumed to be intimidating knowing how he looks. tattoos and all. he stands up from his place, you watch him lazily, placid glistening cock swinging a bit in every move he made as he kneeled down to get something from his overalls. cigarettes and a lighter. typical. he needed the nicotine after a good fucking.

he looks over to you, placing a cigar on his lips. “can i smoke, sweets?”

“just open the window a bit.” you agreed, rolling to your stomach, liking the post-sex haze of the hour. the cool air hitting your bare ass as you snuggled against your pillow with a relaxed sigh. he almost pounces on the bed seeing your little oblivious stunt, but he held himself back as he lit the cigar, opening your window a bit as requested, careful not to flash himself from the whole neighborhood. a scandal for the christian neighbors, he’s already painted as a devil-worshipper back then.

he stares at your bare figure, blowing a smoke out through his nose. god, are you beautiful. your head pops up from your pillows as you lazily looked towards him, earning a smirk from the older man. he looked absolutely hot smoking while naked. you can clearly see his chest tattoos, body hair on his chest and his happy trail. you blush, grabbing the pillow to snuggle it against your chest, resting on your side now, facing him. fuck, was he done for.

“such a pretty girl.” he murmurs, walking over to you as he places a sweet kiss on your lips.

“i think you’re pretty as well.” you whisper bashfully making him blush now. no one’s ever called him pretty.

“mhm. guess i can’t solve that staring problem if you think of me like that, sweets.” he chuckles, sitting down now as he puffs a smoke away from you. a moment of silence transpires, your doe eyes held in a generous affection as his heart thumps against his chest. something in him riled him up to ask you now as unexpected it may be. nervous he is.

“wanna go out sometime, sweetheart? you know, a date and all.” he offers making your heart flutter as your eyes widened. you sat up quickly, breasts bouncing, not believing for a moment that he’s asking you out now. though he seems to pull back, feeling a little ashamed, he hasn’t been on the field lately for dating. women these days in his age seemed to prefer less old ones and he wasn’t sure if he’d be your type for something else than sex. “i-it’s ok if you don’t wanna. me being fucking not your age and all—“

“i’d love to, eddie. i’ve been dreaming about it.” you cooed, straddling him now as he gripped the flesh of your ass. “i really like to get to know you more.” you shyly added.

“really, sweets? what’s there to know for an old man like me?” he teases, kissing your chin. you rolled your eyes at his degradation of himself.

“there’s plenty. and hey, there’s nothing wrong being 35.” you grin making him gasp dramatically at the accusation of his age.

“you wound me, 35?”

“if it pleases you, i think it’s hot you’re nearing dad age.” you whispered seductively, as you grind yourself on him. he groaned, slapping your bum making you giggle. you squealed seeing him toss his cigar somewhere as he flipped you down to the bed again, boner springing to life. hovering above you as he cocks a grin.

“let me show you how this old man works again, ey?”

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is this who we are? is this who we represent? yES.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #older!eddie #mechanic!eddie #joseph quinn #eri’s quick ideas 💡 ｡･:*˚:✧｡#fnhrlcllnwrites

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transvampireboyfriend · 8 months

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There's discussion of ronance under the cut! so if that's not your thing maybe skip this and the next part :)

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8

The sunset finds Steve sitting on a log, methodically breaking apart graham crackers and chocolate bars on top of a cooler.

Jonathan and Argyle are rolling joints beside him, sitting on a separate log and making light conversation with him.

Eddie's building a fire in front of them, a few feet away, just out of earshot. Steve loses the thread of conversation every now and then because he keeps getting distracted by Eddie's arms.

Some crackers and chocolate bars are unevenly split too. It's Eddie's fault that they're all wonky.

The taller boy (he will not let Steve forget this) is splitting a few dry logs into smaller ones using the cabin's axe.

He found and donned some leather work gloves, his tattoos shift as his arms flex, there are flashes of armpit hair every couple of swings, and there's sweat slowly dripping down his forehead.

Steve's doing his absolute best not to stare but it's very difficult.

When Eddie swipes the sweat off his brow and strips the gloves to bring out his pocket knife, Steve gets a coughing fit that Argyle has to bring him out of by clapping his back.

"Whoa there man, are you okay?" Argyle asks him,

Steve just franticaly nods as Jonathan snickers beside them.

Just as Eddie settles down in a crouch and starts shaving wood off the sides of the smaller logs, the girls come back from their walk.

Nancy walks to Eddie, offers a handful of dry pinecones and sets about arranging the logs.

Jonathan and Argyle announce they need popcorn and go back to the cabin to make some.

Robin has something trapped inside her hands.

She walks towards Steve, stands behind him and leans down to place her arms around his neck. Her hands remain closed, so that whatever is between them is now right in front of Steve's face.

"Guess what I got" she says, leaning her chin on top of Steve's head.

"That better not be a skunk, Bobbie"

Robin giggles "Have your ever seen a skunk, dingus? My hands are tiny!"

"A baby skunk, then" Steve amends, tone whiny.

Robin snorts, "Shut up. Look,"

As she opens her hands a tiny light shines out of them. Steve gasps.

"Hi!" he says, waving his index finger at the firefly,

"His name's Harold," Robin supplies.

"What? That sucks" Steve accuses, trying to look up at her, but only jostling her head a bit.

Robin gasps, "It's a perfectly good name for a firefly!" she protests, digging her chin atop his head.

Steve ducks his head and half turns in her arms, gives her a look and then turns back.

"How are the wife and kids, Harold?" he asks the bug,

Robin doesn't miss a beat, "He's gay, Steve. You should know better",

Steve can't help but laugh loudly at that.

Robin rushes to close her hands back up,

"Stop! you're scaring him!" she accuses, though there's a smile on her face.

Steve sobers up and puts down the two cracker halves in his hands to pry Robin's hands open again,

"Harold, I sincerely apologize." he offers in a gravely tone.

The bug turns around in Robin's hands.

"I think that means I'm forgiven" Steve says, looking up at her.

Robin chuckles and gently places the bug on top of Steve's left knee, moving to sit beside him.

Steve smiles at Harold before looking at her from the side,

"You having fun?" Steve checks in,

Robin smiles at him, throws her right arm around him and leans her chin against his shoulder.

"I am!" she answers "How about you?" she asks in return, half hugging him.

Steve presses his cheek against her in appreciation, just for a moment before he answers,

"Yeah, I'm having fun too" he smiles,

"Good. I wasn't lying earlier, when I said that suits you" Robin points out, drawing back without letting go of him, to look up at Eddie's bandana still on his hair.

Steve feels his cheeks start to burn.

"Shutup." he mutters defensively "he's-" Steve turns to look at Eddie, who's now fanning the flames of the fire he started and fanning himself every couple of seconds, making the few strands of hair that fell from his bun flap about wildly.

Steve can't help the smile on his face.

"Great. He's just great" he says honestly, feeling a little in awe of just how much he really likes Eddie.

Robin lets go of him only to jab her elbow in his ribs,

"See!" she says "I knew you had to make a move!"

"You were right." Steve concedes, "Not that I'm- I just mean he didn't seem put-off or anything when I tried flirting a little,"

"Of course he didn't! Steve!!" she protests,

"I know. I know," Steve says, reminded of the many times they've discussed his insecurities.

He relays his conversation with Jonathan then, and she listens, pointing out that putting it all together definitely makes it clear why Eddie hadn't made a move yet, and how Steve definitely has a chance.

"Yeah. I hope so," Steve says,

Robin rolls her eyes at his cautiousness and watches Harold finally fly away. Her eyes fall on Nancy, across from them.

Steve moves his eyes away to finish breaking off the last couple of crackers from the bunch.

Steve can admit he felt a pang of jealousy the first time he noticed his best friend laughing too hard at something Nancy said, but he quickly realized he was jealous of Nancy, he was worried she'd take Robin from him. An irrational fear that he also went through with Eddie, when he and Robin got close.

Whatever attempt Steve made at reviving the spark between him and Nancy in the upside down, got flipped right side up as soon as they were out of that hellish time.

Which was fortunate, because Nancy was still in a relationship back then, and Steve actually didn't feel like trying to woo the girl that broke his heart years ago.

Not to mention, they were different people now.

And he could admit now that he had freaked out. He'd seen the prettiest boy he'd ever known smirking at him and calling him metal and Steve had felt himself fall violently, far quicker than he was ready to.

So he'd grabbed on to whatever solid ground he could find, and he didn't have much of that.

It was just stupid. They hadn't really talked about it but Nancy had dropped by Eddie's room at the hospital a couple of times, she'd seen how devastated Steve was and she was never dumb. Steve could see the realization on her and luckily, the relief too.

Slowyly but surely they've arrived back to a place where Steve is glad to have her in his life again. He wouldn't hesitate to have dinner with her any day now, and every one of their friends know what they have is purely friendship.

So when he noticed her half-flirting with Robin at their job again, Steve tried to communicate to her that same understanding and relief with the same look.

And Nancy seemed like she got it.

Steve's fairly certain she and Robin would be good together, he's told Robin as much, but she disagrees, denied that she was attracted to their friend at first, and now refuses to give them a shot.

When he looks back up Robin's still looking at her, her cheeks on the verge of a smile.

Steve, done with his task, wipes his hands on his jeans.

"Are you sure there's nothing there?" Steve asks softly, for maybe the fifth time since Robin and Nancy met.

Looking back at that time now, with his own feelings out of the way, Steve can see clear as day, that Robin was into her from the start.

Robin looks at him now, and her face falls into the same caught look it always does when this comes up. She sighs,

"Are you sure you wanna ask me that?" she counters

"Robbie!"

"Dingus!"

"I want you to be happy," Steve tries,

"Even if it means I make a move on your ex?" she asks, her voice bitter,

"She's my friend too, Robs!" he protests,

"She broke your heart, Steve,"

"Years ago! And-"

"Not that many," Robin interrupts,

"And!" Steve emphasizes, "We're different people now,"

"You were practically offering her six babies not a year and a half ago," Robin points out,

"And you and I both agreed that that was a little bit crazy of me and a clear lapse in my judgement." Steve reminds her, "She doesn't want that. And I don't want that with her. I don't want anything with her beyond friendship and you know it,"

Robin doesn't look convinced.

"I don't care what you say. It would be weird." she says,

"Not for me, if that's what you're implying," Steve tells her,

"You've said that about other things when you did mind!" Robin accuses,

"And you've called me out on it!" Steve counters, "And I'm working on not doing that anymore. And it's not what I'm doing now!"

"I'm not gonna put my happiness before yours," Robin tells him,

Steve turns to her fully, straddling the log between them,

"I'm not asking you to do that, Robbie. I'm asking you not to put MY happiness before yours." he says, "Not even!" he amends, "I'm asking you not to put my comfort before your happiness."

Robin grimaces.

"What if you do mind? Down the line?" she asks,

"You can't base your decisions on hypotheticals." Steve protests, growing impatient, "And especially not on hypotheticals about my feelings, Rob!"

"Don't be an asshole. You're important to me!" she protests,

Steve sighs.

He reaches out and takes one of Robins hands in his own.

"And you're just as important to me," he tells her, "but i don't need you to protect me Robin. I'm not made of glass." he looks into her eyes as he goes on, "Yeah, maybe I'll be uncomfortable at some point, but I've been uncomfortable before and I'll be uncomfortable in the future,"

"I don't wanna be the cause of that," Robin says quietly, squeezing Steve's heart.

She moves to stradle the log too, facing Steve.

Steve offers her a soft smile.

"I know." he says, rubbing her knuckles in an attempt to reassure her, "You wouldn't be. Even if I saw you and Nance happy together and it made me uncomfortable, it wouldn't be because you decided to be with her, or because you're happy with her, Robs. It would be because she's my ex and she broke my heart. That's not on you,"

Robin looks like she wants to say something else but then changes her mind.

"It would be weird," she insists half-heartedly.

Steve understands what she doesn't say, that she wants him to let it go.

"Okay." He concedes, taking her other hand and lacing their fingers. "Fine then. I won't bring it up again. I just ask that you don't- Don't think of me as this, this responsibility, okay? I don't wanna be that, I wanna be your best friend." he says, tugging on her hands a bit.

"Idiot." She calls him with a hesitant smile, clearly still awkward with displays of affection.

Steve chuckles. She tugs his hands towards her,

"I love you" she says.

It's not lost on Steve how this requires effort from her. He brings their hands to his lips and kisses the back of her palms, one and then the other, making her giggle.

"And I love you," Steve tells her, he untangles their hands and returns to his previous position, reaching for the big bag of marshmallows sitting next to the cooler.

"Now help me roast these," he requests, opening the bag, "this is as far as I came when I was little"

"Oh, did you have a maid that roasted your marshmallows growing up?"

"I hate youuuuuuu" Steve complains, and throws a marshmallow at her head.

part 6

#steddie lake fic #steddie headcanon #.#WE NEED A FIREFLY EMOJI #lmk if Nance isn't actually in a relationship in this last season???? i don't actually know this is just what i gathered off like that gif #of her hugging jonathan lol #n e ways as always #ooc #also let me.know if the timeline is confusing with that year and a half comment #the idea is Nance and Jargyle already went back and then came to Hawkins again this summer. and they're leaving again soon #does that make sense?#idk #not using the steddie tags bc this is not that much steddie #we'll get there tho i promise #🦟💡?#oh no it's 🪰🔥!#it was there all along

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