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wynnyfryd · 8 months

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the kind of charm we need

written for @steddiemicrofic september prompt ‘charm’ + 548 words | rated T | pre-relationship, fluff, flirting, boys being dumb

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“‘Not the kind of charm we need,’” Steve mutters derisively to himself for the tenth time that day as they pull up to the cemetery curb.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dustin sighs, “your time and talents are sooo wasted on us, Steve, we get it.”

Max glares at him from the rearview like she agrees with Dustin, then shoves out of the backseat and slams the door shut behind her without a word.

Shit.

Steve watches her climb the hill, guilt rolling through his guts. Fuckin’ Nancy. There are bigger problems here.

Like, for example, the metalhead fugitive having a nervous breakdown in a boathouse.

“Oh, my god,” Lucas says from the backseat as the walkie crackles to life, Eddie’s quivering voice calling out for ‘Dustin? Anybody? Hello??’

He passes the walkie up to the front with a look like he’s debating whether or not to just smash the thing to pieces on the asphalt instead. “Can you maybe use your charm on Eddie before I murder him?”

“He’s in distress!” Dustin cries.

“He’s on my last nerve!”

“Seriously, anybody?? Please!”

“Oh, Jesus Christ, give me that.” Steve yanks the walkie out of Lucas’ hand, hauls himself out of the car — leans in to tell the two shitheads to stay put and shut up before he closes the door.

He leans against the driver’s side, head throbbing, body sore. Can’t tell if he’s too young or too old for this shit. He pushes the talk button with a begrudgingly slow press.

“Steve Harrington’s babysitting and distraction service, how may I help you? Over.”

“Stevie!” Eddie whoops, sounding genuinely thrilled to hear Steve’s voice. Steve knows he’s just excited to hear anyone’s voice, but. Hm. “Goddamn am I glad to- wait, where’s Henderson? Sinclair? Are they—?”

“They’re fine,” Steve assures before the creep of hysteria he hears can fully take hold. He kicks his heel against the front tire. “They’re waiting in the car. I’ve been instructed to, like, charm you into calming down, or whatever.”

“Charm me?” Eddie’s voice lilts with interest. Steve can almost see the smile, the way he licks across his front teeth.

“Just a— well, not a joke, but, like…” Steve trails off, gives up trying to explain. Nance has this way of making comments that cling like cactus spines. “Never mind.”

“No, no,” Eddie says. “Go on. I’m ready to be charmed.”

And maybe it’s the way Eddie says charmed like a snake scenting the air, or maybe it’s the stress of the day; maybe he’s finally having his own little mental breakdown as a treat, because for some insane reason he leans into whatever this is, pitches his voice all low and slippery and asks, “What are you wearing?”

Silence for a moment, and then Eddie cackles, the noise so loud it overwhelms the little speaker in the walkie, bursts of laughter breaking through the static noise. Steve finds himself laughing, too, a slow thing that builds and builds, swells inside him like blown glass until he’s warm and bright all over.

“Jesus,” Eddie breathes when he finally calms. “You’re— you’re ridiculous. Shit, man, I really needed that, you have no idea.”

Steve smiles to himself. Bites the inside of his cheek. Not the kind of charm we need.

No, but someone might.

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note: i am aware that this is canon adjacent (which is to say that i meant for it to take place in canon but i didn’t feel like rewatching the scene for total accuracy so like, canon can bite me it’s close enough)

#steddie #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficseptember #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fic #steddie drabble #steddie fluff #dustin henderson #max mayfield #lucas sinclair

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undreaming-fanfiction · 2 years

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Steve is many things, but he's not a liar. He might not always tell the truth, sure, but that's either because of his stubborn denial of things or because people simply don't ask. However, if he's asked directly, he will absutely not lie.

Autumn of 1986 finds him in deep friendship with Eddie, except it's not just a friendship for him, it's love. Plain and simple. But Eddie never asks and Steve doesn't push it because having Eddie as a friend is much better than not having him at all. All is well, they still wrangle the kids, smoke together, see questionable movies. Eddie graduates, but he still sometimes does special campaigns for Hellfire when the kids ask him.

It happens more often than not that Steve barges in at the most inconvenient moment, glaring at Eddie. This time is no different. "I swear to god, Munson, will you ever finish your game on time? I've been sitting outside for half an hour and it's cold as hell! One more time and I swear I will strangle you!"

Eddie just smiles sheepishly, but before he can answer, Mike, puberty in full swing, rolls his eyes. "Oh shut up, Steve. You love Eddie."

And Steve doesn't deny it. He just redirects his frown at Mike and adopts his best pissed off mom posture. "So what if I do, Wheeler? You guys are still late! I'm not freezing to death for any of you!"

There's loud clattering of dice as Dustin drops his on the floor and then bangs his head on the desk when he tries to pick them up. Lucas, Gareth and Jeff are gaping at Steve and Mike is, for once, speechless. Will has the gentlest smile on his face and looks at Steve as if he was his hero. Erica snorts and mumbles "well, duh."

Eddie just stares at Steve and accidentally flips his DM screen. He keeps opening and closing his mouth and his pale skin is turning a very non-metal shade or pink.

And Steve doesn't see anything wrong with what he said because he doesn't lie, it's as straightforward as that. "If you have enough time to stare, Munson, you also have enough time to wrap up whatever monster hunting you have going on. I'm getting tea to thaw myself and then I'm leaving. You have 30 minutes."

None of Eddie's campaigns ever wrap up this quickly, but he outdoes himself. One "youliveasheroesinmemoriesofthistownandlivehappilyeverafterbye!" later, he basically barges into the kitchenette while the kids pack their stuff and secretly try to eavesdrop. And Steve just stands there, leaning against the counter with a mug in hand, as if he just hasn't dropped a bomb on Eddie's understanding of life, universe and everything. "So," Eddie begins and his voice croaks because he's not ready for this conversation, but he's not running away this time, "when were you going to share with the class, Steve? I mean me? The l-love thing?"

Steve just sips his tea, unbothered. "Preferably never, but Wheeler just had to push it, the asshole," he sighs and meets Eddie's gaze. "Look, it's not a big deal, it's my shit to deal with. Nothing has to change for us, but I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable."

Eddie just blinks. "Did you just call your love for me shit?"

"Um, no." Steve shakes his head. "But you have to admit, unrequited feelings are kind of shit."

And Eddie just throws up his hands and screeches "see Steve, this is why you do share these things because you misidentify shit!" and before Steve has a chance to ask for translation, Eddie kisses him, muttering between breaths how he's going to murder Steve for every week, day and hour that he kept this to himself. Steve is surprised, but also happy and they spend much longer in the kitchenette.

When they finally come out, hand in hand, Mike gives Steve the most shit-eating grin of his life. "Hey Steve," he says, voice smooth as honey, "you're late."

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie brainrot #steddie drabble #steddie fanfiction #strangerthings #strangerthingsdrabble #stranger things drabble #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #will byers #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #hellfire club

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mya-cookie-eater · 2 months

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Imagine…

You’re your comfort characters comfort character

C/c=comfort character

Warning ⚠️:kinda sad at the end but at first kinda cute I also didn’t reread this so it might be rushed and not make sense mb plus it’s short

A/n: send request for stories like these I like writing them.🙃 pick a specific character tho and I’ll tell you if I can do them or not (please send requests)

After a long day of school/work they come home and lay in bed they grab their pillow and began to speak. “hey y/n I had a good day today I almost got into a fight but I didn’t because I thought of you and how you wouldn’t want me to do that how you would want me to be the bigger person so I talked to them about it and I know you fight sometimes but you wouldn’t want me to risk everything by fighting so yeah how was your day??” In their mind the pillow came to life forming your face and body into it. “I had a good day just chilled on your bed you know” you looked into the eyes of C/C and grabbed the side of their face. “I’m proud of you I’m so proud of you” you hugged them and then you laid on their chest they hugged back and you started to cuddle they you felt something hot and wet they were crying. “what’s wrong??” You asked and put their face into your hands. “I love you but your not real” their world of happiness collapsing with those words. Your.Not.Real you made them happy you made them better but you weren’t real.

A/n:Hey I wrote this because I seen dd Osama confront n3on and I was proud of him and I thought of what it would be like if I had his comfort character or if I was any of my other comfort characters comfort character I seen a story similar that’s what this was based on so if you find that send me a link bc I really want to read it again they wrote it better than me

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withacapitalp · 1 year

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“Okay, so now we add the water, right?”

“No! No water!” Steve practically shouted, grabbing the pot and holding it high above his head so Joyce couldn’t reach it, “Joyce, we’ve talked about this,”

She rolled her eyes, putting the measuring cup on the counter and sighing. Robin and the kids giggled from their spot in the living room, the parade turned down low so they could hear every bit of the clownery going on in the kitchen. Steve turned the evil eye on them and put one hand on his hip.

“And, peanut gallery, if you want to have food, you’ll want to keep your snark at bay. Unless you want to be the ones in here helping me make an entire Thanksgiving meal for fourteen.”

“Always the mom,” Max sighed, patting her stomach, “I’ll have you know if we’re not eating by five o’clock sharp, Nugget here will be making Lucas drive us to McDonalds,”

Steve waved her off and turned back to the stove, placing down the pot and stirring his perfectly prepared potatoes. It felt kind of weird to keep thinking of them as kids now that they were all graduating from college. But, to Steve, they would always be kids. No matter how tall, how old, how many nuggets of their own they had, those seven little kids would always be the stupid pre-teens that had given him his life.

“Now, it’s important to remember to continue to whisk, or else they’ll get clumpy.” Steve instructed in a no nonsense tone. He had eaten enough of her radioactive cooking to know where she would start to lose sight of the final product.

“Are you torturing my wife?” Hopper asked as he entered into the fray, grabbing another round of beers for him and the boys. Steve could just catch the sound of Jonathan and Wayne yelling at the TV in the bedroom upstairs, calling the referee out on some bullshit play.

“This is the real question, Hop. Is your wife torturing my husband?” A voice came from behind him, soft and buttery. A voice Steve had desperately missed, even though this trip had only been a short few weeks.

Steve hummed, leaning back into Eddie’s arms and letting his eyes slip shut for a second. Eddie had only been in Chicago for three weeks to re-record something for his newest album, but to Steve it was always too long. Warm pale arms littered with scars came up around him, fingers playing with the silver chain around his neck. No government would ever recognize it, they couldn’t really tell the world, but the ring on that chain was everything to Steve, just like the man who had given it to him.

“She is,” Steve fake-whispered into Eddie’s ear, “She’s trying to poison us all with liquid potatoes,”

“Lucky for us, we have you,” Eddie whispered back, pressing a kiss to Steve’s cheek from behind, “God bless you, Mr. Potato Man.”

Steve snickered, turning around so he could fully face his partner. Eddie’s hair was shorter now than it was when they were young and stupid, and he was starting to get crows feet in the corner of his eyes.

He was more beautiful every time Steve saw him.

“Quick! Eddie distract him while I put water in the potatoes!” Joyce cried. Eddie immediately went along with it, yanking Steve away from the stove and ignoring his protests as she began to experiment. Steve conceded defeat the second the paprika was pulled out of the cupboard. Some things would just never change.

Eddie dragged him into the hallway, hiding them ever so slightly from the rest.

“Glad to be home,” He murmured, hugging Steve close and resting their foreheads together.

Home. The home Eddie had bought him all those years ago. The carpet in the living room was a soft cream now instead of gaudy orange, and there were boxes filled with mums in each window. The mold problem had been fully eradicated, but the screen door still swung open and shut in the wind.

Steve didn’t mind it anymore. It was just a part of the charm of their house.

Their house. Even now it made his heart fill to the bursting to think of it. Their house.

But now that Eddie was back, it was really home.

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audhd-nightwing · 1 year

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little league coach steve (who is the foster dad of will, el and lucas) meeting ‘knows nothing about baseball but his kids love it’ eddie (who is the foster dad of mike, dustin and max)

steve is a kindergarten teacher. his kids go to the school he works at (though they have a different teacher because of rules), so it makes it a lot easier to drop them off and pick them up

eddie owns a record shop in town and all three of his kids are in steve’s kindergarten class. he still dresses metal and stuff even though people assume he’s a bad parent because of it (which is stupid). and while dustin and max adore their teacher mr harrington, mike hates him with a passion.

anyway, lucas will mike and dustin are on the little league team and they become a little group. el and max bond over not wanting to play a stupid sport

eddie has seen the dilf coach a couple of times when dropping mike max and dustin off. the kids just call him ‘coach’ (and eddie’s a bit in love with him already)

eddie decides to walk his kids into class one day so he can meet the infamous mr harrington. max is embarrassed that she rambled about him to eddie so he pinky swears not to mention it. dustin, however, is esctatic (and frankly adorable). mike lags behind like the concept of eddie meeting his teacher is unbearable. eddie loves the little shits.

when he turns the corner and sees mr harrington, his worldview kinda shatters because mr harrington is the hot little league coach!

and shit, eddie didn’t plan on meeting an attractive thirty-something that’s exactly his type when he decided to meet his kids teacher! he’s totally fucked

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie mini fic #steddie fic ideas #steddie ficlet #steddie drabble #dustin henderson #max mayfield #mike wheeler #el hopper #will byers #lucas sinclair #the party stranger things #steddie au #stranger things au

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miraculousmultifan · 8 months

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middle names

“C’mon man, just a taste!” Dustin pleaded, trying to reach around Steve and swipe his finger into the bowl of brownie batter.

Steve hip-checked Dustin out of the way with a roll of his eyes. “Get your grubby little fingers away, dude. You’re going to get salmonella.”

“Worth it!” Dustin crowed, grinning at the realization that they had started drawing a crowd of their friends.

“Steve!” Mike whined petulantly. “You said I could lick the spatula when you were done.”

Huffing, Steve waved the spatula he was holding like a weapon, one hand on his hip. “Well, if you shitheads keep bothering me, I’ll never be done.”

While he was distracted, Dustin leaned forward as quickly as he could and licked a long strip of the brownie batter off of the rubber. Cackling, he bounced away when Steve tried to chase after him.

“Dustin Cla-” Steve started, and Dustin immediately knew what was about to come out of his mouth.

“Wait, wait, wait! Steve, let’s talk about this. You don’t need to full name me.”

With a terrifying smirk, Erica sidled up next to Dustin. “No, no. Let’s hear it. I think I heard a middle name in there…”

“Middle name?” El asked, tilting her head to the side. “What is that?”

“It’s just like an extra name your parents give you that goes in between your first and last name,” Lucas explained gently. “Like yours could be Eleven Jane Hopper!”

Creeping behind everyone, Dustin grabbed a spoon and dipped it into the bowl. Unfortunately, his back was turned, so he didn’t see Steve twisting his hand towel to whip Dustin’s back.

“Dustin Clarence Henderson, you get away from that bowl or so help me!”

The room erupted into laughter as Dustin’s cheeks turned bright red. “Steve! That was private information!

Eddie snorted. “Your middle name is Clarence? Man, did your parents want you to be bullied?”

Affronted, Dustin stammered, “Oh, yeah? Well, uh… Mike’s middle name is Francis!”

“Dude!” Mike groaned. “Nancy’s middle name is Grace.”

“Jonathan’s middle name is Leonard,” Nancy added, trying to hide a tiny smirk.

Jonathan looked around the room. “Will’s middle name is Peter.”

“Um…” Will furrowed his eyebrows. “Lucas’s is Charles?”

“Erica’s is Joy!”

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Erica snarked sassily, “Don’t play that game with me, Lucas. I have more dirt on you than you could ever imagine.” Then she smirked. “And Max’s middle name is Julia.”

“Hang on, hang on…” Max waved her hands with a frown, effectively silencing everyone. Then she smirked. “I think we’re skipping over the fact that Mike’s middle name is Francis! Are you kidding me? That’s almost as bad as Clarence.”

“Shut it, Mayfield.”

inspired by gaten saying in an interview that he gave dustin the middle name clarence, so i decided to take that and run with it. thank you gaten.

#mira writes #drabble #stranger things #dustin henderson #steve harrington #mike wheeler #max mayfield #erica sinclair #lucas sinclair #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #will byers #eleven stranger things #eleven hopper #jane hopper #el hopper

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shares-a-vest · 6 months

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Prompt: Tied up (Discord Drabble) *cracks knuckles. i warned the stwg i'd turn a potential spicy prompt into something silly.

"More slack!" Robin calls over her shoulder, barely moving so she can stay in place while jumping on the spot.

It elicits a huff from Max, but she follows the instruction, taking a step forward as she continues twirling the jump rope stretching across the Harrington's ample driveway.

"This isn't going to work," she says in sing-song.

"Yeah, it is," Steve says, rubbing his hands together.

He positions himself like he's about to run a sprint, watching the rhythm of Robin jumping, the rope swirling around her and skidding the pavement as she jumps once more.

"Count down from five!" Lucas says, looking Robin up and down with apprehension.

"Five!" Robin beams.

"Four," Max chimes sarcastically.

"Three," Steve says to himself.

"Two," Lucas grimaces.

"You got this, Steve," Dustin says, voice much closer to Steve's ear than it should be.

He claps a rousing hand on his back as Robin yells, "One!" and he falters, missing the count.

"Goddamn it, Dustin!" Lucas whines.

"Wait, wait!" Steve says, gesticulating to shush everyone.

He's closer to the rope now, rocking backwards with each swing. He counts in his head now, five... four... three.. two.

One.

"Suck! It! Max!" Robin, each word punctuated with a jump, "Told you Steve and I were in sync enough to Double Dutch!"

"Shit," Steve shrieks, dipping his head when the rope brushes his hair on the next upswing, "Swing the rope higher!"

He isn't sure who moves. Someone steps in too far. Or he trips... Or Robin moves her arms...

Whatever it is, the rope twists around them and Robin begins to fall.

She screams and Steve dives for her, managing to twist around at the last second to break her fall. It all sends him crunching shoulder-first onto the driveway.

"Ow!" he hisses, the rope pulling tight around his legs as if one of the kids is pulling on it.

He attempts to move his arms but they are stuck in place too, holding Robin tight. Her eyes are squeezed shut as she pants away, winded and panicked.

"Guys..." she breathes, lifting her head, "A little help? We're kinda all tied up here."

#steve harrington #robin buckley #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #platonic stobin #stobin ficlet #lilys drabbles #stwgdailyprompt #stobin 🍨

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kanataka-san · 2 years

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Jason: You make me gag (L/N)

(Y/N):*calmly sitting down next to Eddie* Then don't take me so far down next time Carver.

Eddie: *chuckles*

#male reader #dustin stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #stranger things x male reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x you #jason carver #lucas sinclair

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steddieas-shegoes · 9 months

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Headcanon: Steve is hospitalized for some serious medical ailment. The Dr's are sure he won't survive. Everyone is GENUINLY shocked when the Sinclair parents are called as his emergency contact.

Just a heads up, this is going under the cut because sometimes serious medical stuff can be triggering even when not super detailed. This won't be that detailed because I'm not a doctor or nurse or medical professional in any way and couldn't even begin to research most of it right now, but I am going to put enough for the point to be made that this is serious. No actual character death is going to be mentioned or implied.

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Robin was too busy crying in the waiting room to notice when the entire Sinclair family rushed in.

"Here for Steve Harrington. They called us," Mr. Sinclair said.

At the mention of Steve's name, Robin turned and saw them.

Erica and Lucas were holding each other's hands and crying, and Robin just knew.

She ran over to them and Lucas quickly gave her a hug.

"They wouldn't tell me anything once he was back there. I couldn't wake him up, I don't understand," she rushed out between sobs.

"Honey, take a deep breath," Mrs. Sinclair said, squeezing her arm. "We're gonna find out what's going on, okay?"

Robin nodded, but still didn't feel even remotely calm.

Her best friend collapsed at work, was barely breathing by the time they got to the hospital. How was she supposed to stay calm?

Mrs. Sinclair guided them all to sit down, just as Eddie, Dustin, Mike, and Will ran into the emergency room.

"Where's Steve?" Dustin yelled.

"Come sit down, we're getting some information," Mrs. Sinclair gestured for everyone to join her.

Mr. Sinclair was speaking with a doctor now, and it didn't look good.

His face was slowly sinking, the doctor not even giving a comforting smile.

And then the doctor was gone and Mr. Sinclair didn't move.

"Please tell us what's going on, Dad," Lucas begged.

Mr. Sinclair turned.

"It's a brain bleed. They don't know how it happened or why. They managed to stop it, but said he hasn't woken up. I guess with the amount of blood, it's likely he won't wake up."

"I don't understand," Robin said.

"Why were you the emergency contact? Where are his parents?" Mike asked.

"He designated us emergency contacts when his parents cut him off."

"What? When did they do that?" Eddie asked, shocked that Steve hadn't mentioned this.

"About six months ago, I think. It doesn't matter. All that matters is we try to stay positive and pray that he wakes up," Mrs. Sinclair said softly, trying to reign in all the emotions.

Robin started pacing again, ignoring everyone around her.

Days later, when Steve woke up, she was by his side, along with Mr. Sinclair and Erica.

"You idiot! You scared us!" she yelled.

Steve just gave her a small smile and closed his eyes.

"Trying to die in the most dramatic way possible is so stupid, Steve," Erica said as he fell asleep again.

"Erica Sinclair, watch your mouth!"

"What? I'm not wrong!"

#steve harrington #stranger things #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #headcanon #drabble #serious medical ailment

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moonriverrise · 1 year

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Thinking about Lucas after the championship game right now. I know we can see Steve cheering him on like all hell in the background (which i fucking love) + Robin & Nancy are also there, so I imagine at least Robin and Steve meet up after the game,

Steve tells the girl who he's on a date with to wait up for him or something, and he runs to find Robin after the game, since she's in band.

He sees Robin, and starts excitedly ranting about the shot Lucas got. Robin basically just nods, not really knowing what he's saying at all, but yk, jock bestfriend stuff. They both laugh at the fact Tammy Thompson was there too.

Muppet sounding ass

Lucas walks out and Steve cheers at him, waving him down, Robin laughing, shaking her head at his excitement, yet happy, she never really gets to see Steve like this, since all of their friends are nerds, besides Lucas. Lucas smiles at them, just happy that at least some of his friends came to his game, even if it's basically his baby sitter and said babysitter's quirky coworker.

Steve hugs Lucas and goes on another rant about the shot, this time having someone who actually understands what happened also nodding along. Lucas is overjoyed about it, given the fact he'd been stopping by Steve's house at ungodly hours (steve is usually awake when he comes anyway) to ask for basketball tips.

Jason or someone else from the team calls out to him, saying they're gonna have an after party. Lucas say's he'll be right there to join them. Steve's face kinda drops a little, and he puts a hand on Lucas's shoulder. Lucas winces, expecting a full on 'you're not going anywhere young man!' talk from him.

"Be careful, alright? Don't take anything suspicious and keep an eye on any drinks you have, don't take any drinks that people give you either. Also, know your limits. Got it, Sinclair?" Steve says, instead.

Lucas kind of blinks at him for a second, a bit stunned.

"Oh uh, got it." He answers, giving Steve a thumbs up. Steve smiles and hugs him again.

"Have fun!" Steve calls out as Lucas leaves. Steve sighs, his hands on his hips as the kid walks away.

It's crazy to think Lucas is a freshman now, he's trying to loosen up a bit more. But, obviously he's trying not to turn Lucas into another King Steve. No keg stands, for the love. But Steve remembers going to his first Highschool party after a big game, it was memorable, and important.

"Don't you have someone waiting for you, Dingus?" Robin says, snapping Steve out of his thoughts.

"Shit- you're right."

#stranger things #lucas sinclair #steve harrington #robin buckley #st4 #stranger things s4 #there needs to be more lucas and steve bonding in fics #i want them to have canon interactions too!!#stranger things drabble #writing #platonic stobin #babysitter steve #i know nothing about basketball so BARE with me #this little scenario just was in my head cuz i saw the clip of steve cheering for lucas again

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stevesbipanic · 2 years

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Whenever I see the California team arriving in Hawkins all smiles and hug and joyous reunions between characters it's so sad to me. Because they don't know yet. Mike doesn't know Eddie died, he doesn't even know Eddie was apart of it or what he did. El doesn't know her dad is coming home yet but she knows Max is alive and that's what matters. Do Will and Jonathan even know Vecna isn't dead? Can Will already feel him coming back? The kids don't know one of their best friends held a man as he died. Did Eleven tell them about how Lucas screamed over Max's body, do they know Max almost died.

They don't know anything yet, they think they've won like they've done so many times before. They don't know how much they've lost.

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #st4 #eddie munson #dustin henderson #will byers #jonathan byers #eleven #argyle #drabble #sad #angst #california team #max mayfield #lucas sinclair

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stobinesque · 9 months

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Stobinesque's 250 Follower Celebration

Hey! Hello! There are 250 of you here somehow! Thanks so much, all. It's been a couple of years since I was really active in a fandom, and there's been so much enthusiasm and encouragement for newbies here 💙

In celebration, I am borrowing some inspiration from @wynnyfryd and @steddieas-shegoes' Steddie Microfic challenge, and will be writing 250 word drabbles based on prompts you all send in!

I'll be accepting prompts from now through Friday, August 25th for a ship/pairing/group dynamic + a one word prompt [e.g. "Stobin + music"]. (Depending on how many asks I receive I may either extend the window for requests, or close them early.) Please read this whole post before sending in an ask!

What I'll Write

Any Steve pairing/group dynamic (e.g. Scoops Troop) (excluding Harringr*ve)

Any Robin ship/pairing

Any Lucas-centric prompts

What I Won't Write

NSFW content with characters under 18-years-old

Romantic ships between one of the younger teens and one of the older teens

Romantic ships between Robin and a man

Rules

Send an ask with a character pairing/group dynamic + a one word prompt (I will accept un-hyphenated compound words; e.g. 'ice cream')

Specify if you would like the pairing/group to be platonic or romantic*

Specify if you would like the drabble to be SFW or NSFW**

Make sure any romantic/NSFW requests follow my "What I Won't Write" guidelines!

Let me know of any squicks, triggers, or tropes you would not like to see in the drabble.

I write a 250 word drabble based on your prompt! (I will be using Scrivener's native word counter since that's the application I draft in, and doesn't require me putting spaces around my em-dashes 😂)

I'm currently working on my final Summer Challenge Fic, so while I'll be filling prompts as quickly as I can, I probably won't get through all of them right away. If you send me a prompt, I will fill it, it just might take a bit!

*if you would be equally okay with a platonic or romantic version of the prompt, there's no need to specify **if you don't specify and you send me something that matches my "What I'll Write" guidelines for NSFW stuff, you're reasonably likely to get a smutty drabble 😏

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#stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #lucas sinclair #lumax #technically I will also except purely steve or robin centric prompts too #but tbh if you ask for a robin or steve centric drabble there's a high chance it becomes a stobin drabble #read.txt

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withacapitalp · 7 months

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Quiet

For the STWG Daily Prompt today! This one is a little roundabout, but I just wanted to write some of the boys being goofy little besties!!!

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“Class, this is Dustin Henderson. He just moved here all the way from Arizona, isn’t that interesting?” Mrs. Wren said, gently nudging the boy further to the front of the room and giving him a soft smile, “Dustin, why don’t you tell us about yourself a little?”

Dustin looked like he would rather eat raw goat brains, and Mike couldn’t blame him. If Dustin was a kid who looked like Jimmy or Troy, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, but Dustin was a chubby short kid with a shock of wild curly hair and two missing front teeth. His shirt was black with a picture of a microscope with the words ‘Enjoy the little things’ underneath it, and he was wearing a wide brim hat with Einstein's theory of relativity stamped on it.

The new kid was a total nerd, and Mike’s heart went out to him.

“I moved here from Flagstaff. Um that’s a city in Arizona-” Dustin started to mumble, his eyes firmly on his shoes.

“Wow. We thought it was in Canada,” Troy interrupted with a mean little laugh.

A twitter went around the class, which was completely stupid in Mike’s opinion. It wasn’t even a funny joke, just something mean to say, and it made Dustin cringed back like he had been physically hit, his shoulder curling inward as he reached up to tug at the brim of his cap.

“Shut up, Troy,” Mike said without really thinking. He kind of wished he could take it back when Troy’s entire desk clump turned to him with murder in their eyes, but the tiny grateful look Dustin shot up at him made it worth it. Sort of.

“Boys,” Mrs. Wren droned, calling them both out even though Mike hadn’t done anything but defend Dustin when she should have. She sighed and shook her head, turning back to their newest student, keeping him on the pyre when she could have just let him go free.

“What was your favorite part of Flagstaff, Dustin?”

“I really liked going hiking with my dad,” Dustin answered, slightly perking up, “There’s this mountain called Humphrey’s Peak by us, it’s the biggest mountain in Arizona and it’s the start of the San Francisco peaks! There’s these lizards there called Gila Monsters, they’re the only venomous lizards in North America, and-”

Mike was leaning forward, drawn in by curiosity about the strange creatures, but oddly enough Dustin cut himself off with a sudden jolt, going back to his curled up turtle position from before. Their teacher waited for a second more before sighing again and adjusting the papers on her desk.

“Well, we don’t have much in the way of lizards here in Hawkins, but hopefully your classmates will help you to explore some of the local wildlife. We’re going to have some silent reading time now students, so take out your books. Dustin do you need me to help you pick one?” She asked, finally cutting him loose.

“No I’m okay,” Dustin said as he scurried to his seat, immediately opening his backpack and digging in it, conveniently not looking up at any of the boys near him. He pulled out a huge book, burying his face in it effectively cutting off any attempt to catch his eye.

Maybe he just needed another push. Mike was still pretty curious about those monsters.

“I’m Mike,” He offered.

“My name is Lucas,” Lucas added, catching what Mike was thinking immediately and following through like always.

“I’m Will, it’s nice to meet you,” Will rounded off, holding out his hand for Dustin to shake.

“Hi,” Dustin said shortly, still nestled tightly into his book.

Mike’s brow furrowed, and he looked away from Dustin to his friends, seeing if they had a plan. Lucas shrugged, and Will turned his face down to where he was secretly doodling under the book their teacher had assigned him. They were both just giving in that easily, which was just not acceptable.

Not when the prospect of information on a giant lizard was at their fingertips.

“What are you reading?” Mike tried again, still not willing to admit defeat.

“Oh this is Blackmoor. It’s a rule book,” Dustin explained, holding the book so they could see the front cover picture of a huge castle on a tall rock and a smaller picture of a wizard. Will was instantly intrigued by the wizard, leaning into Dustin’s space to point at the title above the castle.

“What’s Dungeons and Dragons?”

It was like a switch flipped. Dustin’s eyes lit up and he put the book flat on the desk so they could see inside, giving them all an eager little grin as he scooted his chair closer to the desks.

“It’s this super cool thing where you make up characters and adventures and use dice to decide what happens. My character is a bard who has a flute that can put people to sleep and this badass dagger!” Dustin exclaimed, pulling out a notebook so they could see a rudimentary drawing of a man holding a knife and a flute. Mike was sure Will could’ve done a much better version, but it was still pretty awesome. But Dustin wasn’t done, pulling out a tiny figurine and putting it in the middle of their desks.

“The game has got all these monsters like a mimic that pretends to be a treasure chest and this one is called the demogorgon-”

And then it was just over. Dustin jolted back, snatching his hand back like it had been caught in a cookie jar and pulling his hat practically over his eyes.

“I mean, it’s just a game,” Dustin murmured, playing with his fingers and tucking his chin to his chest.

Damn! Again! Now Mike was getting pissed.

“Why do you keep doing that?” Mike asked, frustrated that twice he had missed out on something fun.

“What?” Dustin replied, looking confused.

“Start talking about something cool and then cut yourself off right in the middle,” Lucas explained, already aware of what was annoying Mike. That was why they were best friends- Lucas just always seemed to know what was bugging him, “It’s weird.”

Weird was apparently the wrong word to use. All of the joy in the air instantly vanished, and Dustin’s shoulders were at his ears. Mike shot Lucas a tiny glare, the two of them having a silent argument as Dustin gathered up the courage to explain.

“Oh, um…My dad told me that I should try to be quieter if I wanted to make friends,” Dustin whispered, his cheeks beet red as he stammered out the words, “He um- he said it’s uh rude, you know? To not to let other people talk once in a while?”

Ouch.

Mike’s chest instantly seized up, and he looked down at his own desk, his copy of Tuck Everlasting staring back up at him. A quick sneak peek up at Lucas and Will revealed that they were doing the same, Will’s lip caught firmly between his teeth and Lucas’s mouth in a thin straight line.

It wasn’t exactly the same, but all three of them knew what it was like to be told to be quiet. They knew how hard it could be to have everything you love ridiculed or talked down to. Usually it was Troy or Jimmy or some of the other boys in their class doing it though, not their own parents.

“Tell us about the demogorgon,” Mike declared, speaking for all three. Judging by the looks he was being given not only by Lucas and Will, but also by Dustin, he had said the exact right thing.

#stwgdailyprompt #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #Lucas sinclair #will byers #st #stranger things #st drabble #pre season one #I think it would be so fun if Dustin was the one that got them into DND #and also s1 had such good characterization #and I miss it #so I'm bringing it back lmao #the party #the party stranger things

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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✧ 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 ✧

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

→ I’ll be honest - they all thought you were pretty weird at first. I mean it was the 80s and info wasn’t so readily available

→ except you were different than what they thought. Steve was wary, Nancy thought you were crazy, Robin was intrigued by you, but Eddie ... Eddie thought you were really cool

→ if you were high school age than other people would’ve made fun of you (i mean if you were open about being a witch)

→ but they only made fun of you because they didn’t understand and were actually scared. it doesn’t make it any better though.

↳ you would have made friends with dustin first, it would be in the afternoon outside school and you saw him looking down. without thinking you walked over and wordlessly gave him your clear quartz and walked away

→ if you’re older (early 20s) than Robin would have seen you at the park (or beach, or woods wherever you like to do outside rituals) and her curiousity got the better of her.

↳ “hey! whatcha doi- oh sorry were you asleep?” you would’ve been stirred from your meditation with a jump. “I wasn’t sleeping I was-” “Meditating? My mum does that sometimes!” and you would look at Robin with a bemused smile as she rambled on. At least a minute would pass before she apologised. but you wouldn’t be offended in the slightest.

→ you would know all the gang’s sun, moon & rising signs.

→ Max, Mike & Erica would be the least interested - probably calling it a bunch of crap. They would still secretly listen to you talk about others while outwardly rolling their eyes

→ giving people gemstones that you think correlates to them >

Dustin : Citrine / Mookite Will : Labradorite / Clear Quartz Lucas : Red Tiger’s Eye / Aquamarine El : Rose Quartz / Moonstone Mike : Tree Agate / Snowflake Obsidian Erica : Lepitolite / Blue Lace Agate Max : Amethyst / Rhodochrosite Steve : Carnelian / Calcite Robin : Malachite / Angelite Nancy : Apatite / Botswana Agate Eddie : Onyx / Smokey Quartz

→ each person individually would def come to you for advice, some more than others but you would be happy to listen

→ Robin, El & Eddie would be the most outwardly impressed

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wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart · 10 months

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spiritual sequel to this <3

He gulps, his adam's apple pressing against the broken bottle. For a second he is transported back to an eternity ago, when he and Nance had still been together. The weird freaky loner was suddenly imposing, a real threat that could be enacted upon at any moment. His heart is beating too fast but he knows it isn't just out of fear. First Jonathan Byers, now Eddie Munson. He clearly has a type.

And then he thinks: no. And he simply refuses.

See, Steve has learnt over the years that he is very good that. Refusing. His parents commanded him to maintain an upstanding reputation, rebellious and neglected as he was he obviously refused, and somehow they never found out about the parties he used throw in their residence. Tommy and Carol - his closest friends since kindergarden - told him again and again to drop Nancy, and he refused. Billy almost killed him because he refused to let him harm his kids. Robin told him she was a lesbian, so he refused to have romantic feelings for her and now she is the best friend he has ever had and his literal soulmate (platonic with a capital P, of course)

So he remembers how disappointed Lucas looked when he didn't see any of his friends - or even his sister - on the stands. He remembers how much fun Lucas always has playing D&D, how his eyes shone when he talked about Eddie and his awesome campaigns. He remembers how much of a jackass Jason Carver - who somehow managed to become team captain - had been back when he'd first started basketball (and from what Robin tells him, he only got worse). He hadn't even instigated this particular bout of violence by insulting Munson's little brother who had recently disappeared and been presumed dead (his insides still try to tear themselves to pieces in shame every time he thinks about that) so he doesn't need to feel guilty.

Suddenly it is much easier to focus on the ugly raw desperation in those eyes instead of their warm brown color. The strong grip on his arm is nothing but uncomfortable (and no, definitely not in that way). Eddie's self-care routine must be awful judging by the chapped state of his lips (no, the fact that Jonathan Byers did not own a single moisturizer when he'd had a crush on him does not come into play here. Neither the fact that Munson's lips are very close to his). And, most importantly, he must be an awful person because not only did he steal Steve's kids away, but he doesn't even do the bare minimum and properly take care of them. On the contrary, he had the audacity to turn Dustin and Mike against Lucas. Who had been best friends since before middle school.

(Steve doesn't even have to actively suppress any details this time. He remembers how Lucas tried to hide his disappointment when Steve and Robin had been the only ones from their little gang who came to congratulate him. The thought alone makes him angry enough that the only thing he can see is red.)

Dustin pleads for Eddie to let go and it is even easier to ignore how "weirdos who look like they haven't slept in a week and can absolutely kick his ass" seem to really do something for him while not feeling the other's warm breath against his face. They have a short discussion that ends with them leaving Eddie behind for now. Alone. Doesn't feel too good, huh?

It's not like he thinks that Eddie committed the murders. The tremor in his voice and tears in his eyes remind him of his own first few days after finding out about the upside down, and he doesn't think that Dustin and Mike would be so blinded by their adoration that they'd miss the fact that the dude they worship is a literal serial killer, nosy little shits that they are. And sure, the guy doesn't deserve to have the entire town call him a satanic serial killer and chase him like a wild dog. And sleeping in a fucking boat can't be really comfortable.

However.

Eddie is also the reason that Lucas had to celebrate his victory with a bunch of strangers he didn't feel comfortable with. Eddie is the reason that Lucas isn't here right now, where Steve can keep an eye on him. The upside down is making their move once again and Hopper is dead and Joyce is gone and at least Mike flew away into safety (please be safe) but Max is gone and Lucas is gone and he has to take care of Robin too and also fucking Eddie Munson who is the fucking reason their group isn't complete right now and he can feel his nerves fraying and he is losing his fucking mind.

So maybe he resents Eddie for being able to befriend the kids without having to go through multiple traumatic experiences with them. Maybe he resents how obsessed Dustin and Mike are with him even though he doesn't even care for them. Maybe he resents how Lucas' disappointment reminds him so much of when he still searched for his parents after a good game: that stubborn glimmer of hope he couldn't erase even if he knew how foolish it was. Maybe he resents how Eddie never felt the need to pretend to be someone else, how he was always loud and weird and a freak and stood to it no matter what people said. Maybe he resents Eddie for being another person he has to look after even though he is the eldest (it is his responsibility to keep everybody safe but he isn't sure he can do it and why is Eddie allowed to be scared when Steve has also seen death and blood and guts and Eddie is just as close to the kids and he's even older than him and it isn't fucking fair). Maybe he is just tired and terrified and fucking mad because they don't fucking deserve this. Eddie was the one thing that made school less unbearable for the kids, and the upside down had to come and taint that, too.

Well, it doesn't matter either way. This isn't about him. This is about Robin and Nancy and the kids and now also Eddie Munson. Maybe he doesn't like him, but that doesn't matter. Because he is the protector, and it is his job to keep everybody safe, and he has already failed way too often. Protection - the right to live and not be ripped into pieces by terrifying monsters from another dimension - isn't something that has to be earned.

The door falls shut behind them. The last thing he sees are wide terrified eyes.

He can't stop thinking about Lucas and Max.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #robin buckley #lucas sinclair #the party stranger things #st season 4 #stranger things drabble #steddie drabble #stonathan #jonathan byers #dustin henderson #stobin #pen.#babysitter steve #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic

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dobiemart · 2 years

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pretty girl

pairing, steven “steve” harrington x reader

summary, y/n goes to the pharmacy to fix her monthly problem, but when she encounters steve and the boys during a troubled moment, will she fix theirs as well?

y/n saving steve (and his kiddo’s) asses

word count, 2.4k

byr, i literally said “bro remember that pharmacy scene from it? yeah yeah what if i wrote that for steve instead?” and this was the result

im back on my steve shit and i’ve decided he needs more attention because he doesn’t get enough despite the millions of people that love him and i put that on jesus christs name amen.

and again tysm for all the love on my stories yall had me kicking my feet yesterday ong

warnings, vaguely(?) detailed injuries, swearing, medical stuff??, creepy/pervy pharmacist, mentions of periods, bickering, flirting (reader and icky pharmacists), steve being a stressed out mama and our dusty bun being hurt.

you strolled through the almost vacant, chilly pharmacy, without many things in your mind. you were on a mission. get the pads, get all the snacks you could buy with 15 bucks, and get your ass out of there as soon as humanly possible.

you lazily dragged your feet against the dirty carpeted floor, eventually reaching the dreaded isle, feasting your gaze on the wide selection of feminine products the shelf stocked. it was surprisingly stocked with slightly damp cardboard, and the fact that the health department cared this much was slightly heartwarming.

after scanning for copious amounts of seconds, you locked your eyes desired box of extra strength and extra absorbent tampax, you gave a hefty sigh as your fingertips brushed over the cheap cardboard, picking it up with a scoff and a, “yeah, you’ll do.”

as soon as you grabbed the pack of beloved absorbent cotton, your stride to the row of sugar lined on the shelves was interrupted by the nagging tone of the door’s bell sung to you as multiple footsteps toppled in.

“dude, move—” “no, you move!” “you’re hurting me- watch the shoulder! watch it!” multiple voices could be heard from the front of the store, a few isles infront of where you were. you weren’t particularly keen to listen into people's conversations, but it did sound interesting.

rustling and grunting was heard from the isle directly in front of you after a few seconds, as well as more banter from the strangers. “okay– all this’ll be fine to use, for now at least.” one of the boys said, presumably sounding younger. “do we even have the money for all that?” another young voice said. a short period of silence falling over the store after that one, the calm, generic seasonal music being audible once again.

“holy shit- i forgot my wallet!” a somewhat familiar sounding man stated after, an obvious lower tone in his voice. “you forgot what!” both of the younger kids said in unison. a small giggle came from your mouth, but you quickly stopped it, as to not alarm them that you were listening.

needing a bit more information in the situation, you slyly walked over to the end of the isle, peeking over when you accidentally knocked a bottle of acetone over, making all three of the guys shoot their gazes over to you.

there stood the guys in all their glory; lucas sinclair with his arms overflowing with medical supplies, dustin henderson whose bloodied shoulder did not look so hot, and none other than steve harrington, forever and always looking like your typical, stressed out mother of 6, standing with his hands on his hips.

you pushed yourself out from the side and stared at them like a deer in headlights, while they were doing the same. nobody spoke up, nor did anyone blink. everyone was practicing cosplaying as statues, with steve being the first to snap out of it.

“you okay?” he cautiously asked as you too eventually snapped out of the shocked state you were in, quickly leaning over to pick up the grounded acidic chemical.

“yeah— yeah. ‘m fine. is he okay?” you replied after picking up the item and returning your gaze to dustin's shoulder yet again. it looked as if a bears’ claws had ripped his skin to the white meat, along with having some grudge against his blush pink shirt.

“it’s none of your busin—“ lucas interjected before getting cut off by the injured boy. “i got attacked by a goose,” he blurts out quickly. “yeah.. i was trying to give them some food and mama didn’t like that very much, as you could see.” he further explained with a toothless grin and small laugh.

“oh.. okay..?” you replied with an obvious tone filled with doubt, your eyes also squinting in question. but, if the boy said it was a goose, it was a goose. you had no room to judge nor question him. plus, geese could be some mean motherfu—

“we were just- in a small.. accident. we gotta get him cleaned up, but i forgot my wallet at home and these knuckleheads are short on funds, too.” the oldest male added himself into the conversation again, recollecting his spot as the first to acknowledge you while slightly shoving both of the younger boys’ heads.

as you looked closer at dustins’ gash, you’d figured there was no way he could roam the streets without it getting infected the second he walked out of here. the air in hawkins could get you sick if you breathed wrong, so you made a split second decision off the top of your head.

“stay right here. i'll get you your shit, but you gotta run when he's not looking.” you leaned closer to them, whispering loud enough for just them to hear. “what?! the hell are you about to go do?” lucas whisper-yelled back at you.

“do you want the boy to bleed out or not,” you replied harshly, wishing you’d just picked up your snacks and hauled ass back home. all three of them nodded quickly at the swap of your tone and you gave a single nod back, smoothing out your clothes and heading to the front desk.

you slightly pulled your top down, exposing the slightest bit of your bust as you sauntered up to the older pharmacist that was on his shift. giving him a bright smile and doe-like eyes as you locked gazes with him, slightly pulling your bottom lip with your top row of teeth.

“mr. keene! it’s so lovely to see you again.” you greeted with a sultry tone, dropping your voice to make it lower. “how’ve you been?”

“better now that you’re here, sweetheart. you look.. mature, as always,” he replied while shooting his eyes down to the valley of your breasts and back up before his gaze could linger. the glimmer in his eyes was sickening as he practically drooled from a simple question.

“well, thank you. you’re very kind, sir.” you mocked a surprised gasp, clasping a hand over your chest to continue to sell the act of purity and innocence to him.

“have i ever told you how much i love your hair? it makes you look just like tom cruise,” you said, leaning over the counter to give him a closer look to your bust, hoping and praying it would deter the man a little more.

“well,” he huffed out with a breathy laugh, slightly ruffling the greasy mop of remaining hair he had, “i don’t know about all that now, missy.” giving a slight chuckle after the statement.

“can i feel it? just once, it’ll only take a second. i promise.” you said while tutting your lip out, giving him the biggest, childlike puppy dog eyes you could muster up.

he gave a choked cough, ultimately replying with a small ‘sure,’ before leaning forward as well, giving you easier access to his drenched hair. it looked gross, and you could only imagine how horrendous it would feel beneath your fingertips.

as you pretended to reach out, you purposely aimed low as to strike the rack of cigarettes in your path instead. you’d totally thank yourself later for dodging that huge bullet and not having to steal disinfectant for your hands, too.

“shit! i’m so sorry, mr. keene, i didn’t mean to—“ you murmured out, giving him a forged impression of sympathy on your face as an addition to your apology.

“‘s okay.” he huffed out, bending over to start picking up the dropped packs of cancerous smokes. as he knelt, you quickly looked over your shoulder and signaled for the boys to leave.

turning your head back to the counter to make sure the older man wasn’t finished, you quietly slid a pack into your pants pocket before shifting back to watching mr. keene. a tiny smirk had sprouted and started to blossom on your face.

“steve! let’s go, dude!” you heard dustin usher the older guy in a quiet panic. “he's staring at the pretty girl that helped us,” lucas exaggerated his sigh, trying to pull steve out along with dustin. “psShh- did you just say ‘that pretty girl,” sinclair?! that pretty girl is y/n l/n! the prettiest girl i’ve ever fuckin’ seen at that,“ he drags on about her without noticing the precious time he was wasting.

you quickly chucked the pack of pads that had been resting on the stained countertop directly at steve's face. a clear sign for him to ‘get the fuck out!’ of the store. you tried your hardest not to chortle and burst out into giggles at the shocked expression sprouting across his features. he looked cute when he was surprised.

he caught them after they’d bounced off of his nose, still adorning that same expression with a small ‘o’ forming at his lips. he finally took the hint to run off with his boys, banging his back against the metal shelf before shuffling out quickly, along with the bell of the door repeating it’s irritating noise.

you gave one more quick glance at the man still kneeling at the ground, deciding to book it out the door as well. backing up slowly, you stepped far enough from the counter for your footsteps to not be very loud against the carpet. grabbing a quick pack of band aids, you turned around and ran out of the door, smirking even wider for actually getting away with this stupid plan.

hearing the bell above the door singing it’s sad song for the last time, you slowly rounded the corner to hear the voices bickering yet again.

“dude! that fuckin’ hurts!” “watch the language, dusty bun,” “can you let that go, steven-“ “can you both shut up?! or do you want him to actually die like that girl said–“ “THAT GIRL??!-“

you heard steve’s parental-like voice starting to ramble again as you fully rounded the corner, seeing them slumped on the side of the pharmacy’s wall.

they all looked at you with a similar expression as you walked closer, one that you didn’t really care to read that much. your mission had already been altered with another task. get the pads, check. get all the snacks you could buy with–, shit! how did you forget the damn snacks?! jesus h. christ, y/n. and get your ass out of there as soon as humanly possible. well, almost check.

you shuffled over to the boys and held out the box of carebear band aids you’d picked up without a second glance to lucas, who took them without words, but a small nod in thanks.

“here. for his cut. carebears fix everything, with their whole ‘power of positivity’ shebang, y’know?” you explained with a quick shrug, scanning your eyes over the small gash on his forehead that had started to open up again from how much he’d been looking up at you.

“thanks, for all of this. you really didn't have to pull that for us,” steve babbled out his gratitude, starting his mindless ranting yet again. did he always do that? or was it just around you? he’d been just fine talking to the younger guys.

“it’s really no problem. your buddy would’ve gotten a gnarly infection without it. plus, it’s not like you don't owe me for this.” you replied in an obvious tone, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you spoke.

“wh– oh! of course! obviously i owe you, big time. just let me know whenever you need something,” he continued his ramble, softly gesturing with his hands as he spoke. his face grew a soft pink hue as your eyes met his, only growing brighter when you talked back to him.

“cool. oh, by the way, i’m—“ “l/n. youre l/n.. right?” steve quickly cut you off, reciting your own last name to you and trying to pretend like he didn't just break into your sentence.

you gave a breathy laugh at his bright red complexion, ignoring the fact that he’d already known your name since hawkins wasn’t a very large town. “well, i’m y/n, actually, but the last name works too, harrington.” you replied to him with a small smile. he was cute when he was nervous.

“yeah– yeah i knew that,” he replies with a growing smile too. you two were practically lost in your own little moment before dustin interjected with his own sassy comment to break you two’s monologue up.

“sorry to ruin your ‘perfect movie moment’” he brought up his hands and scrunched his fingers in air quotations, slightly huffing as his shoulder blade moved, “but, i have a hot date with suzie to get to. so if we could hurry this up, that would be great.” the boy ushered at you and steve, as well as lucas to get him to hurry.

“of course. i’ll get out of your–“ pausing for a second, you motioned your hand to steve’s tousled locs that had obviously seen better times. thought, he still looked fine, dare you say finer with his usually upkept hair messed up and all over the place. “..hair. now. don’t forget about our deal, harrington.” you added while sliding your hands into your pockets.

his hands quickly shot up to try and fix the mess atop his head. “i’d never dream of it, l/n.” he shot back, a grin still spreading on his face as his hands stopped their work. you gave a curt nod before turning on your heels and starting your journey back home. you’d made it 3 steps away before steve’s voice interrupted you yet again.

“hey! uh– we’re gonna be at the drive in tomorrow, if you’d wanna come..?” he cautiously asked, not wanting to overstep any boundaries you might've had. you were practically strangers, minus knowing names. “you don’t have to, of course. i don’t wanna push you into anythi–“

“sure thing,” you tried to nicely cut through his rambles, just so you wouldn’t have to stand there for another hour listening. “you could repay me there. take me as a date, yeah?” you shot back, steve having to do a double take of what you said at least 3 times before he came back down to earth.

“wh- yeah- i, uh– sure, obviously,” he tried to come up with a logical response and failed multiple times. after he realized how much he was going on about, he quickly looked down and scratched the back of his neck. you laughed at his antics and spun around once again, starting your walk back up.

“see you at 7?!” he yelled once more from behind your back. though, you didn’t turn back around, nor stop at that point. you kept on walking with your hands in your pockets, slightly looked over your shoulder, and shot him a sultry,

“yeah, harrington. see you at 7.”

thaasa wrap bestie baes and she theys

i whipped this up in a couple hours last night while i was watching it because that movie is yummalishous and i love patrick so it needed to be watched

ive been popping these fics out of my ass bro LMAOO its crazy so expect that eddie one i promised sometime tomorrow

thank you sm again for all the love yall give me on these goofy ahh stories, i SCREAMED when i woke up and saw all the notifications fjsdkfsfsd

as always your likes and reblogs are alllwayyss appreciated

andd if any of yall smexy mfs wanna like hop into my messages you can or wtv (ahaha please be my friend im lonely)

-corie :)

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