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katsu28 · 2 years

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sweet

part 2 - starry skies

pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

summary: finally mustering up the courage to talk to the cute boy at Scoops Ahoy turns into something much sweeter than just the ice cream

warnings: set during s3 so no s4 spoilers, light swearing, just hella fluff

a/n: i actually squealed writing this. multiple times. enjoy <3

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“You really need to go talk to him.” Your friend’s voice knocked you out of your daze, cheeks growing hot at being caught staring at the cute boy with the fluffy hair behind the counter.

“Huh? Sorry, who?” You knew your answer was absolutely see through as soon as it left your mouth, but you’d been…distracted.

“Uh, the guy you’ve been obviously ogling every time we come here?” They raised an unamused brow at you that you rolled your eyes at.

“I haven’t been ogling him—”

“You’ve definitely been ogling him. Every time.” They snorted, popping the cherry from their banana split into their mouth smugly. “But lucky for you, he’s been checking you out too.”

“Really?” You might’ve sounded a tad too hopeful, not being able to help letting your gaze drift over to the boy yet again to find that he was already looking back at you, both of you smiling sheepishly at one another when you locked eyes.

“Oh my god, go talk to him, Y/N!”

You had to dodge another kick to the shins before climbing out of the booth, brushing any residual waffle cone crumbs off your clothes on your way to the counter.

The boy was slouched over at the register, mindlessly twirling an ice cream scooper between his fingers, but straightened up instantly when he saw you heading his way.

“Ahoy there!” He blurted, a little too loudly for your close proximity, but you didn’t seem to mind. “What can I get for ya?”

“Oh, nothing right now, we’re still working on our from earlier.” You jerked an aimless thumb back towards the general vicinity of your friend. He glanced over your shoulder to see said friend ducking behind the booth partition guiltily, an amused grin quirking his lips. “I, um, I just thought I’d come over and say…thank you. For the ice cream. It’s really good.”

You had to fight to keep from smacking yourself at your awkwardness. Thank you for the ice cream? It’s really good?

Of course he knew the ice cream was good, he worked here for god’s sake!

But he just smiled good-naturedly, bobbing his head. “Good. That’s—I’m glad to hear that. Strawberry’s my favorite too.”

“It’s so good, right?!” You exclaimed, your eyes lighting up in excitement. “My friend always rags on it and says it’s too sweet, but I keep telling them that ice cream is supposed to be sweet!”

“That’s exactly what I say!” He slapped the counter with a gleeful laugh, pointing at you with his ice cream scooper. “I’m Steve, by the way. Steve Harrington.”

“Scoops Ahoy, strawberry, Steve—how fitting,” You teased, nose scrunching as you giggled at your own joke. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Likewise.”

Steve just smiled at you for a few seconds, then opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but before he could, someone cleared their throat from behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you caught a glimpse of a very annoyed looking mom with two young kids, both of them looking about five seconds away from a temper tantrum.

“I should get back to work—”

“I should let you get back to work—” You blurted at the same time, sharing a chuckle with Steve right after. “Thanks again for the ice cream, Steve.”

With that, you stepped aside, offering him one last smile before making your way back over to your booth.

Steve watched you go, his brain willing him to call you back, to say something, anything, to get you to stay, but his mouth refused to cooperate. That, and the pissed off looking mom with her two little gremlins glaring at him like they wanted to kill him.

He got them their ice cream as quickly as he could, trying (and failing) not to look over at you too much, and Robin noticed, smirking at him from her position behind the partition in the back room.

“Should I add that to the ‘you suck’ side, or…?” She asked nonchalantly, hovering her uncapped marker over the whiteboard.

Steve furrowed his eyebrows, tearing his eyes away from you to look at her. “What? Oh, screw you. She was into me. I think.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t ask her out.” Robin pointed out.

“Should I?”

“Do you wanna go out with her?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, I do.”

“Then go ask her out, dingus.” She shooed him away, but beckoned him back a split second later, rummaging under the counter before brandishing that stupid Scoops Ahoy sailor hat at him. “You gotta wear the hat.”

“I’m not wearing the hat.”

“It’s company policy, you gotta.”

“Screw company policy, I’m not gonna wear the goddamn hat—”

“Wait, wait, she’s leaving! Never mind the hat, go!”

Steve’s eyes widened as he turned to see that you were tossing your trash in the garbage can by the parlor’s entrance, and he called your name, panicking.

You turned at the sound of his voice, lips turning up in a soft smile at the sight of him jogging towards you. Your friend just smirked knowingly, muttering something about waiting outside.

Steve came to a stop right in front of you, propping his hands on his hips in an attempt to remain casual. “Hi.”

“Strawberry Steve!” You greeted him cheerfully, making his heart skip a beat. When he looked like he wanted to say something, but didn’t, you tilted your head curiously. “Everything okay?”

That seemed to snap him out of his daze.

“Yes! Yeah, everything’s great.” Steve nodded rapidly, licking his lips nervously. “I just wanted to tell you that…I think you’re really pretty, and I was wondering if you wanted to go out. With me. Like, on a date.”

God, he sounded so stupid right now. He used to be so good at this, why was he so nervous now?

He was half expecting you to turn him down, but when your smile only grew bigger, he was hopeful.

“I’d really like that, Steve.” You replied earnestly. He perked up at that.

“Yeah? How bout later today? I get off work around five.”

“Five works.”

“Okay, good! Great. I’ll see you at five then.”

“See you at five.”

Steve made sure you were safely out of sight on his way back to Robin before fist pumping, a stupid grin on his face that she would definitely roast him for, but he didn’t care. He was back on his game.

“Seems like a point for the ‘you rule’ category, I’d say,” He smiled smugly, hopping over the counter smoothly.

“Yeah well, we’ll see about that.” She hummed, returning the bird that Steve flipped at her.

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Your nerves were a jittery mess when five o’clock rolled around, because a guy as cute as Steve surely had to be messing around with you, right?

Honestly, you weren’t sure if you wanted to find out.

But you pushed the thought to the back of your mind as you hovered outside Scoops Ahoy waiting to meet up with him, instead deciding to focus your attention on counting the leaves of the very fake looking potted plant beside you. It wasn’t until you heard your name being called that you looked up, seeing Steve waving at you.

He’d changed out of his tacky sailor’s uniform, instead sporting a very soft looking yellow sweater and a pair of very fitted blue jeans (not that you were complaining) as he made his way to where you were waiting for him. As he got closer, you saw that he was clutching a paper cup of strawberry ice cream in one hand.

“Do you ever get tired of ice cream?” You asked, tilting your head at him curiously. “Because you’re around it all day?”

“I don’t think anyone could get tired of ice cream,” Steve shrugged, taking a casual bite. “I definitely don’t.”

“Well, how could you? You’re strawberry Steve, after all.” You teased, voice lilting.

“Funny. Here, get in on this,” He whipped another spoon out from behind his back with an exaggerated flourish, offering it and the cup out to you. “I know it’s your favorite.”

“Ah, I’m good, thanks. Ate a lot earlier.”

“Come on, you gotta have some! It’s Scoops policy.”

“Policy, really?” You arched an amused eyebrow. “And what policy might that be?”

“Always share your ice cream with pretty girls named Y/N.”

A burst of laughter fell from your lips that Steve couldn’t help but feel proud of himself for being the reason for. “Pretty specific policy you got there.”

“Oh, it’s super cutthroat, the ice cream industry.” He bobbed his head, eyes wide in mock seriousness.

“I’m sure it is.”

“Hey, so I saw on my way in this morning they just opened the, uh, the arcade on the other side of the mall, if that’s something you’d be interested in checking out? Maybe play some games?” Steve offered nervously. When you didn’t answer, he faltered. Were arcade games too childish of him to suggest? Did he just ruin his chance with you?

To his relief, a wicked grin stretched your face, accompanying the mischievous glint in your eye. “I’m so gonna beat you at Dig Dug, Steve Harrington.”

“Oh, I’d love to see you try, Y/N…last name that I don’t know,” He responded, trailing off dumbly.

“It’s L/N,” You chuckled, falling into step with him as he started to head in the direction of the arcade.

“Y/N L/N,” He hummed, like he was testing your name out on his tongue. “Pretty name.”

You just laughed again, bumping your shoulder against his playfully, and Steve decided that your laugh was his new favorite sound.

The giant flashing neon letters of the Time-Out Arcade sign greeted you both as you made your way inside, as well as the sound of clinking coins and electronic beeps from the games.

“I haven’t been to an arcade in years,” You said breathlessly, taking in all the games around you in child-like amusement.

Steve just dug around in his pocket, procuring a handful of coins that he held out to you with a smile. “Let’s go nuts.”

He honestly lost count of how many games the two of you played, but he didn’t even care that you were beating him in every single one of them if it meant you’d keep smiling at him the way you did afterwards.

“Not to brag or anything, but I’m kind of a pro at Dig Dug,” He shrugged, hands up in mock surrender as the two of you approached the blinking game machine.

“Okay, so that’s how it is?” You snorted. “Why don’t you go first then? Just so I can see what score I’m gonna blow out of the water.”

“You’re so on.” Steve smirked playfully, feigning cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders before popping a few coins into the slot and taking his place at the controls. The game’s startup music poured from the speakers, not leaving any more room for your teasing banter.

Steve’s tongue poked out between his teeth as he was hunched over the joystick, long fingers slamming down on the buttons with the utmost engrossment in the little animated digger on the screen. It was cute. Steve was cute.

“‘Mkay so, not my best performance, I will say.” Steve clicked his tongue disappointedly when he finally got caught, frowning at the ‘game over’ message blinking across the screen, then meeting your gaze sheepishly. “I might be a little bit out of practice.”

“Sure, yeah, blame your sucky score on lack of practice,” You teased, bumping him out of the way with your hip. “Scooch, and let a real pro show you how it’s done.” With a playful wink sent in his direction that rendered him speechless in the best possible way, you started your game, determined to beat his (kind of shitty) score.

Meanwhile, Steve was leaned up against the machine, one arm bracing him as he watched you play with an idiotic grin on his face, because fuck, you looked so cute when you focused. Your nose was scrunched adorably, eyebrows furrowed in intense concentration as you expertly handled the controls with ease. Along with the lights from the game washing your face in a breathtaking glow that sent his heart into an Irish jig in his chest, Steve wouldn’t be surprised if there were hearts in his eyes right now.

“Yo, Steve, what the hell are you doing here?” An annoyingly familiar voice sounded out from a few games away, and Steve cursed inwardly, knowing full well that whatever good impression he’d hoped to make on you today had just been ripped away because of the untimely appearance of the one and only Dustin Henderson. “Dude, Earth to Steve? Hello??”

He turned to see the younger boy and the rest of friends staring incredulously at him, pressing his lips into a tight smile. “Yeah, I heard you, Henderson. Hi.”

“Since when did you come to arcades?” asked Dustin, wrinkling his nose in confusion. “I thought you said they were for kids.”

“I only said that because I don’t wanna drive all your asses here everyday,” Steve huffed, planting his hands on his hips. He cast a wary glance your way to make sure you were still enveloped in your game before aiming a pointed look back at them. “Get out of here, you little shits, I mean it. Go away. Now!”

“What’s your problem, dude?”

Max suddenly swore from where she was hovering at the back of the group next to Lucas as soon as she connected the dots, her eyes flicking from Steve, to you, then back to Steve, and widening the slightest bit at the realization. “Guys, he’s here with her. On a date.”

Steve rolled his eyes, shooing the kids a few paces away so you were out of earshot. He could tell that they had questions, ones that he really didn’t want to answer right now.

“Beat that, Steve—oh.” You glanced up from your high score to see a group of teenagers gathered near Steve, gawking at him, then you, like you were animals in a zoo. “Uh…hi there.”

The curly haired one was the first one to react, shoving past Steve to shake your hand enthusiastically. “Hi! I’m Dustin. We’re friends with Steve.”

“All of you?”

“Yep!” He chirped, shooting you a toothy grin. Your eyes drifted to the rest of the kids standing a little ways away, offering them a meek wave that only the redhead girl returned.

“Nice choice in game,” She jerked her chin approvingly at the Dig Dug machine. “Steve sucks at it.”

That brought out a snort of laughter from you. “He really does.”

“Alright, I think it’s time to go before you start ganging up on me.” Steve blurted, clamping his hands on Dustin’s shoulders and all but shoving him back to his friends. “Get lost, children. Scram. Skedaddle. Leave.”

“Jesus, fine, we’ll leave,” huffed Dustin, brushing the nonexistent dust off his colorful shirt before aiming a glare at Steve. “You’re still coming by to help me fix my bike later though, right? Because I really need those gears turning by tomorrow night if I’m gonna make it to D&D at Mike’s!”

“Yes, Henderson, I’ll swing by in the morning! Now go!”

Dustin looked like he wanted to argue, but one of the other boys started to steer him away. “It was nice meeting you, Steve’s date!”

You went to return the sentiment, but he was ushered away by his friends before you could, leaving you with a thoroughly embarrassed Steve.

“I’m so sorry about them. Particularly the annoying one.” He gave a weak chuckle, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Are all your friends that young?” You asked curiously, tilting your head at him.

Steve’s cheeks flushed pink, visible even in the dim arcade. “No! No, they just—they like to hang around.”

“They’re cute.”

“Oh god, you better not let Dustin hear you say that. I think the little shit thinks you’re cute. He’s not wrong, though.” Steve meant that last part to just be in his head, but when your lips curved into a smile, he knew you’d heard it. “I didn’t mean to say that! I’m sorry, I—”

“It’s okay,” You said softly, shifting a little closer to him. “I think you’re cute too.”

He perked up at that, your soft smile giving him the courage to reach out and take your hand gently, gauging your reaction to see if what he was doing was okay. When all you did was raise an expectant eyebrow, he laced your fingers together, twirling you in a half circle until you were snug against his side, his arm draped over your shoulder. Steve would never admit it, but he liked how you slotted into his embrace like a missing puzzle piece. His missing puzzle piece.

“How very smooth of you,” You laughed airily, winding your arm around the small of his back as the two of you made your way out of the arcade. One look up at the skylight at the center of the mall told you that it was nearly dark, and it made you sigh knowing that you had to leave now if you wanted to get home at a reasonable time. “I have to get home soon.”

Steve’s lips turned down in a pout, shoulders sagging a little bit overdramatically at your words. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

You got to your car in the lot quicker than you would’ve liked, pulling away from Steve reluctantly to dig your keys out of your bag and unlock the driver’s side door. When you turned back to him, his eyebrows were furrowed in thought. “What’s with the face?”

“I do have friends my age, I promise. You know my coworker, Robin, the other girl behind the counter at Scoops, she’s my age. Actually, she’s a year younger than me, but sometimes it feels like we’re the same age. A year isn’t that much,” Steve blurted, shoving his hands in his pockets. He was rambling now, but he couldn’t control the word vomit spewing from his mouth, let alone stop it. “She’s actually the one who pushed me to ask you out, so really, it’s her that—”

“Hey, Steve?” You interrupted politely, making him pause mid sentence. “Shut up.”

“Yep, shutting up now.”

You closed the distance between the two of you, popping up on your tiptoes and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. The brush of your lips was feather-light against his skin, but it still had Steve’s breath hitching in his chest. “I had fun today.”

“Me too.” He murmured, his thumb coming up to rub tantalizing circles on your waist that had you not wanting to get into your waiting car. “Can I see you again soon? I wanna take you out on a real date. No annoying kids, no game machines eating our coins. Just you and me.”

“That sounds perfect.” You beamed, turning and sprawling out across the driver’s seat to rummage through the passenger seat glove compartment, grabbing what you were looking for before scribbling down something on the tiny notepad. “Here.”

He glanced down at the paper to see you’d written your address and phone number on it, along with your name signed with a heart next to it. “I’ll treasure this with my life.” He was half joking, but also not.

“Good. I hope you’ll call.” You winked at him again, enjoying the way his cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink every time you did. “Bye, strawberry Steve.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but there was a smile on his face as he opened your door for you and watched you get settled in. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Y/N.”

“Can’t wait.” With that, you started your engine, waving at him one last time before pulling out of your spot and driving away, keeping an eye on him in your rearview mirror until he became a speck in the distance. Your heart leapt at the thought of hearing from him again soon.

Steve just stood there as he watched you leave, waiting until your car disappeared from his line of sight before looking down at the piece of paper in his hands and feeling himself grin uncontrollably.

Who knew that getting a shitty summer job scooping ice cream would turn into him meeting someone like you, who could kick his ass at Dig Dug and still be sweeter than the strawberry ice cream you both loved while doing it?

(i won’t lie, i’ve already begun planning out the second date in my head, pls tell me y’all would read it)

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keeleyhawesnews · 23 days

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Scoop - 2024

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quickiesgirl · 2 years

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Hey, Sailor - Eddie Munson

Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Soft Dom/Sub, Switch!Eddie, Mommy Kink, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Blowjob, Scoops Ahoy Uniform, Eddie Munson Wears The Scoops Ahoy Uniform.

A/n: I haven't written a sub!Eddie fic yet, but I’m so fucking happy with how it turned out. Hope you guys like this as much as I do! <3

The Starcourt Mall was the newest addition to the town of Hawkin’s, and that's where your pretty, metalhead boyfriend, Eddie Munson, worked part-time at the ice cream parlor, Scoops Ahoy.

His uncle Wayne wanted him to get a summer job at one of the new outlets so here he is, serving ice cream to kids with Steve “The Hair” Harrington.

It was a last resort job since half of the other stores weren’t hiring, but he loved that he always got to serve you when you’d visit.

It felt like time was dragging as you waited for your boyfriend to get home. He was having a later shift than normal so you decided to stop by and see him.

The ice cream parlor was completely empty when you showed up, and the only person there was Eddie, who was in the front, wiping down the sticky tables.

Fuck, did he look adorable with his dark brown hair in a low, messy bun, held by your favorite scrunchie that matched his required Scoop’s Ahoy uniform, with his bangs hanging loosely over his forehead.

“Hey, Sailor.” You leaned your shoulder against the entrance's pillars and crossed your arms over your chest with a smirk.

His head swung around, and those soft, chocolate brown eyes met yours as a big smile spread across his lips. “Hey, sweetheart. Whatcha doing here?”

“Just thought I’d stop by and see you.” You smiled softly.

“Aw, have you been missing me?” He stepped toward you, watching you softly nod ‘yes’ as he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and lovingly pulled you into his chest. Eddie may look dangerous, but when it came to you, he was a big softy.

“Where’s Harrington?” You asked, glancing around the shop, expecting to see his co-worker.

“He took off and went to the movies with some kid.”

“Soooo, how much longer do you have?” You asked, looking at his chest as you fixed the lopsided Iron Maiden pin he clipped on his navy blue sailor's top.

“I get off in two hours.” Eddie said, glancing back from his watch as you softly sighed ‘kay’ and gave a dramatically sad pout.

“How ‘bout I make you some ice cream after I finish cleaning up?”

“Sounds like a deal.” You smiled, standing up on your tippy toes, kissing those soft, plump lips that tasted like butterscotch and nicotine.

You pulled away and let Eddie get back to cleaning while you sat on top of one of the tables and watched your boyfriend as he continued to spray down the tops of the tables and wipe them with a rag.

He looked so fucking cute and innocent when he wore his sailor’s uniform. It complemented his body so perfectly, showing off his strong arms and tattoos, with those boy shorts riding up on his plushy thighs and scratched-up knees that were usually covered by long, tattered jeans.

His black bandana hung out of the back of his pocket with his ice cream scooper right beside it.

A grin spread across Eddie’s face as he felt your strong gaze ogling him from behind. He teasingly wiggled his ass in front of you, making you roughly bite your bottom lip. He turned his head towards you and pushed a loose strand of hair behind his ear, “You like what you see?”

“mh huh..” You hummed as Eddie stepped toward you and used his large hands to push your thighs apart, filling the space with his body.

“I bet all the ladies go wild seeing you in your uniform.” You said, slinging an arm around the back of his neck as your other rested comfortably on his hip, watching him lean in close and stop just before his lips met yours, his warm breath fanning you as he muttered, “Only my babe.”

You smirked, mashing your lips to his without a care in the world if someone was walking past while the two of you made out.

You subtly snaked your hand up Munson’s dark blue boyshorts and undid his leather belt.

“S-sweetheart… I didn’t know you liked it that much.” He smirked, watching you grab a handful of his cock, feeling him twitch and harden in your grasp as his face turned scarlet red.

Eddie felt your grip tighten as your thumb gently stroked over his protruding member. He softly whimpered, uncontrollably grinding his crotch in the palm of your hand, out in the public eye like the desperate little fuck he was.

“In the back, now, Ed’s.”

The two of you moved to the back for a bit more… privacy, and in seconds, you were on your knees in front of Eddie.

Your hands followed down his tummy and happy trail before dropping his blue shorts, watching his cock spring free from the restricting fabric, causing a grunted curse to escape his lips.

You eyed Eddie's thick, bushy mound that met his lengthy erection, with pre-cum already trickling down the underside.

“My pretty, pretty boy.” You hummed sweetly, leaning in and dragging your tongue across the pumping vein, “Just relax, let mommy take care of you.”

Your hand held the base of his dick as your tongue wiped away his pre-cum like it was a sweet popsicle. Eddie's head tilted back against the wall, and a breathy moan escaped his lips, feeling you lap and tease his sensitive head, your hands digging harder into the back of his hairy thighs.

“Eyes on me, baby. I want you to watch me suck this cute cock of yours.”

He did as told and caught your gaze again, hair sticking to his forehead as he watched your lips roll down his erection, engulfing him into wet warmth that made his cock twitch in response.

Saliva trailed up his length as you took every inch till he pressed into the back of your throat with your nose buried in his pubes. Internally thanking yourself that you didn't have much of a gag reflex.

“M-mh holy shit- mommy-” He moaned, making you smirk, and began rocking your head around his cock.

Sure, Eddie Munson was a freak in the sheets, but he wasn’t always dominant. He had his subby moments, and they were becoming more often after you revealed that you have a switchy side and liked to be in charge.

It started simply topping him while he was handcuffed to the bed, fucking him like the little slut he was for your pussy. Learning kinks he has and things he goes nuts for, like when you call him a good boy and praise the hell out of him, or simply letting him nuzzle his face in your chest after a long, stressful day and suckle on your soft tits, sends him straight into euphoria.

Eddie roughly bit his bottom lip, trying his damn hardest to hold back his moans since behind these thin walls was the public.

Your hand moved from his thigh and fondled his heavy and full balls. Drooling slightly into your lap but so engrossed to care about the puddle that was forming beneath you.

Your cheeks hollowed around his hardened erection, and with each stroke, you could feel him throbbing and pulsating inside your mouth. The sensation made a moan vibrate your throat, sending electricity through his body. An electricity that was becoming too much, and he was losing composure.

A string of desperate noises slipped past his lips as he became closer to his orgasm. At that moment, he could care less if he gets caught and fired just as long as he can keep this uniform for later.

“F-fuck- mommy, you’re gonna make me c–” He attempted to warn you, so it wasn’t a surprise, but before he could finish his sentence, his mind went straight to the cloud, and his jaw dropped open, letting out a loud, sputtering moan. His hips jerked in your grasp as his cock erupted in your mouth, and his salty but sweet cum melted down your throat.

The most addicting, most flavorful cream you’ve ever had in this parlor.

You happily swallowed and looked up at Munson, whose body was pressed firmly against the wall, trying to regain himself as his fast-moving chest rose and fell slower after catching his stolen breath.

You licked his softening cock clean as the dazed boy, who was still riding his lingering high, gave a sheepish smile before speaking up, “C-can I have a kiss?”

You smiled back and lifted from your knees to gently cupped his cheek, feeling him melt into your touch. You pressed your chest against his and connected your warm lips to his for a kiss. Only tasting himself on your tongue.

You pushed a strand of hair behind his ear, and looked into those big doe eyes, praising him sweetly, “You're such a good boy for me, baby. Maybe later I'll let you suck on mommy's tits, mhm?”

Eddie instantly nodded, his face slightly reddening from the thought. He glanced down at his uniform and chuckled deeply, “I should wear this more often.”

“I agree.” You smirked before listening to the little bell from outside suddenly ring, “You better go take care of your customers, lover boy.”

“Shit.” He sighed, quickly tucking his cock in his boxers and pulling his blue shorts up. You walked out with Eddie and saw his co-worker, Steve Harrington standing there with his foot tapping at the checkered floor.

“What the hell? I thought you were supposed to be working the counter?” He asked, raising his hands to his sides with his palms facing up. “Sorry man, Y/n and I had to… talk.”

Steve gave you a polite smile as he walked around, taking the place where Eddie was supposed to be attending to.

“Well, I better get going so I don't get you in trouble.” You said, looking back at Eddie, who gave you a little pout that told you how badly he wanted to come home with you, but he knew he had an hour and a half left with Steve.

“Thank you, Sweetheart.”

You wrapped both your arms around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a hug.

You leaned in and teasingly whispered in his ear, ‘Hurry home, Sailor.’ before winking as you walked out. Eddie's eyes were glued to you as he watched your hips sway back and forth with his bandana hanging out of your pocket.

He grinned as he chuckled beneath his breath, suddenly having a newfound love for this Scoop’s Ahoy uniform.

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welphereweare22 · 4 days

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I NEED THE BLOOPER REAL FROM SCOOP STAT!!!!!

#gillian anderson #stella gibson #wlw #dana scully #lgbtqia+#x files #scoop #billie piper #doctor who #penny dreadful #keeley hawes #the bodyguard #spooks #netflix

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firefly-graphics · 2 years

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Stranger Things Dividers

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Requested by @bxnnywriting and @buckys-zomdoll

Dividers List

#Stranger Things #Divider #Hellfire Club #Scoops Ahoy #Dividers #DND #Dungeons and Dragons #Netflix

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filename2s · 4 months

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i have an idea

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snoozebin · 3 months

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"Ahoy, Ladies! Didn't See You There. Would You Like To Set Sail On An Ocean Of Flavor With Me? I'll Be Your Captain..”

— “I’m Steve Harrington.”

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slightly-smarter-nat · 2 years

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hi! I saw you where taking requests for stranger things, could I request Robin X fem reader where reader gets super overwhelmed on crowded public places and robin comforts her? If you are comfortable with this!

Madonna: The First Album || Robin Buckley

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety symptoms associated with Enochlophobia (fear of crowds); explicit language. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word Count: 3770 words.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request anon, I really appreciate it! This is set in 1985, just before the events of Season 3 really kick off. Also Robin is definitely a secret Madonna fan, so yeah. Also ‘Larry’ was just a random name that came to mind, it is not based on the Mayor in S3 lol. I hope you all enjoy! Please note this is an au so some character’s behaviours may be different to what is expected.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

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Madonna: The First Album: Robin Buckley-

“Come on! You’re wasting time, let’s go!” Robin says as she tugs incessantly on your arm.

You’ve barely finished locking up your car, using what strength you have to keep the key in the locking mechanism to finish the task; as Robin continues to pull at you.

“Robin, slow down. The Sam Goody store doesn’t even open up to the public till 9 am. You know Larry is opening up a bit earlier for you today, we don’t need to rush okay.” You say once you remove the keys from your car door.

“Precisely, it’s exactly 8:45 am, that gives us 15 minutes to get there before everyone else does, so move it!” Robin releases your arm to allow herself to move behind you and shove you forward.

You raise your hands up in surrender, opting to join Robin in a sprint towards the entrance of the ‘Starcourt Mall’; before she takes it upon herself to practically push you every step of the way.

As you manage to reach the locked doors, you place your hands on your knees, bending slightly to increase your breath intake from the exercise you were just forced to endure by your exhilarated girlfriend.

However, your efforts are interrupted when you notice Robin’s impatient tapping of her foot, you look up to see her staring at you, arms folded and waiting.

“Go on then, open the doors.” You say between each exaggerated breath.

Robin throws her hands up in the air as she spins around, “I don’t have my keys, otherwise I already would have!” Robin says as a matter of fact.

You roll your eyes as you take your work keys out of your denim jacket; one of the only perks of working at ‘Scoops Ahoy’, is the early access to the Mall, whenever you please.

“It’s a good job I'm always prepared, huh.” You tease as you use the silver bunch of keys to unlock the main entrance doors.

Robin releases an impatient breath, “If some dingus didn’t keep moving my keys then I would also be prepared and have them on my person at all times. Especially for vital situations like this one.” Robin playfully emphasises her point by gesturing to the locked doors; creating a barrier between herself and her prized possession awaiting her in the Sam Goody store.

You turn to her with a challenging gaze; moving to unlock the next set of doors, allowing the two of you to enter the welcoming area of the Mall.

“Well, if someone didn’t leave her keys on the floor when she stays over, I wouldn’t have to move them. Honestly Robin, no one likes stepping on a bunch of keys at 2 am on the way to the Bathroom. They’re worse than stepping on legos.” You justify to Robin.

Robin moves to place her hands on your shoulders, leaning on to your back to speak directly into your ear, “I would like to redirect your focus on the main purpose of today, and that would be to allow us to enter the mall before everyone else can so I can get what I came for.”

As soon as you finish unlocking the doors, you take Robin by the hand and head straight towards the Sam Goody store, “Of course you would! ‘The Breakfast Club’ is going to be awesome.” You say, knowing that’s not the main purpose of your visit to the Starcourt Mall on your day off, though catching a movie with Robin is on the agenda for today.

“I seriously hope you are joking. You know that today is ‘Madonna Day’. That’s right, her newest Vinyl comes out today, and if I don’t get it, it will be a catastrophe, pure chaos! The movie comes after, we can’t worry about that right now.” Robin explains as the two of you head up the staircase, leading to the first floor of stores.

As you speed walk alongside Robin, you take a moment to enjoy the serenity of the desolate mall, preferring its abandoned state compared to the colossal gathering it usually turns out to be throughout the day.

“You know, I still don’t get why you need this Vinyl so much, you have all of her newest singles on cassette.” You curiously question Robin, knowing at this point her room is a shrine for Madonna- her current favourite artist.

Robin halts her movements, glaring at you as if you just slapped her across the face, “I need any piece of merchandise Madonna releases, she’s so hot, so very hot and you know how much I love her music. As an avid fan, I need it in all formats, to thoroughly enjoy it and-“ You move in to plant a kiss on Robin’s lips, causing her to shake her head a little in response and widen her dazed eyes.

A blush spreads across her face; tainting her cheeks in a scarlet shade, “You want me to shut up don’t you?” Robin says shyly.

“Not at all, though I do want you to take a moment to actually breathe.” You assure her; loving how passionate Robin is about her interests.

Through her moment of surprise, she fails to realise where she is.

“You know, for someone who practically dragged me here, you’re making me wait an awful long time to go into the store.” Robin looks at you sceptically before noticing the neon pink and blue Sam Goody sign.

She shrieks in delight, jumping over to the door in an attempt to move the handle- realising it’s still locked.

This causes her to resort to leaning against the display window, gently tapping on it to get Larry’s attention.

“Larry, for once in your life be useful and open the door! This isn’t like band practice where you can just fall asleep on the job and hope no one will notice, so let me in!” Robin shouts, attempting to get her plea through the glass barrier. With Larry being a fellow Band member at Hawkins High, she knows just what to say to get his attention.

An extremely exhausted looking Larry wanders over to the door, opening it up at an incredibly slow pace. Causing Robin to tap increasingly more at the window to help encourage Larry to speed up his actions.

Once he unhooks the door latch, the door opens fully, causing him to wince at the sound of the repeated tapping, “Buckley, I swear to god if you do that one more time, I’ll ban you from the store, permanently.”

If this was any other day, Robin would have a set of quick remarks to fire Larry’s way. Luckily for him, she only has one goal in mind- to get her hands on a copy of Madonna’s newest vinyl.

She swiftly moves past him, not caring for his lecture on how she should be more cautious in her actions.

He looks towards you for a defence, causing you to shrug your shoulders at Robin’s actions. You’re not going to scold her for being excited.

However a blaring groan of dismay sounds from within the store, making it so you and Larry rush towards its origin.

As soon as you reach Robin’s location, you see her rifling through the vinyl collection, “Where is it? It has to be here, there is no way it’s gone!”

“What the hell Robin, I just organised those!” Larry speaks in a disheartened tone.

“Never mind that, where is it Larry?!” Robin says frantically, continuing her search throughout the new releases.

Larry looks to you in a questioning manner, “Where’s what-“

Before you can answer, Robin stops her movements to dig through her jacket pocket, ripping out a magazine clipping to show what she is referring to, alongside some random candy wrappers that she refuses to remove from each pocket.

“This! The ‘Madonna: The First Album’ re-release vinyl. You know with the style being Synth-pop, disco and the genre will be electronic pop, which according to my extensive knowledge of this store will be located right here with all the other electronic pop vinyls, yet it's not. You were supposed to get stock in last week but you forgot to input the order with your supplier because you were too busy trying to figure out which T-shirt Samantha Stone might like better, and let’s face it the effort was wasted because she didn’t even notice-“

Larry’s mouth drops open at that remark, though Robin continues her statement, “so, I ask you this Larry, where is the new vinyl?”

Larry looks towards you in utter disbelief at Robin’s words.

“You heard her, where is it?” You remark with a smile, leaning against a display of a random assortment of cassettes.

“Well you clearly didn’t look hard enough, Robin.” Larry moves Robin aside to pull out a mangled ‘Sold Out’ sign; ultimately being destroyed through Robin’s eager actions upon searching for her desired item.

Robin takes the sign from Larry with shaky hands, staring intensely at the words written across the cardboard, the words she dreaded.

“Sold out? How? You haven’t even opened up properly yet.” Robin questions in a small voice, utterly devastated.

“Actually, we opened up at midnight for it. It’s not the only release scheduled for today. It sold out in ten minutes. I’m sorry Robin, I did try and call-“

Robin turns away in an attempt to hide her disappointment.

“Yeah, no I totally get it. It’s cool. Um, y/n, is there anything you want from here, or should we just go to the movies and wait?” She directs her attention towards you at the last segment of her words.

Her eyes are rimmed with a crestfallen red. Knowing how much she wanted this vinyl and the realisation she can’t have it would usually make your heart wrench at the sight of her saddened expressions… though you’ve never been one to disappoint.

“Yeah, I have something to pick up. Larry, could you grab my reserved item please?” You give a knowing glance to Larry, hinting at the item needed to cheer Robin up.

“Give me two seconds, it’s around the back.” Larry disappears behind a ‘Staff Only’ marked door, to retrieve your item.

You move towards Robin to guide her to the cash register. Though, she’s barely said a word since finding out the vinyl has completely sold out.

“Robin, I know you’re disappointed, but you never know, one copy might just show up.”

Robin shakes her head in denial, “They’re a limited release, there is no way I’ll get my hands on one. I can’t believe I was so stupid and didn’t realise it was a midnight release.”

Robin places her hands over her face as she leans on the counter. At that moment, Larry returns with a bagged item.

Upon noticing Robin’s state, he slowly lifts the item out of the bag for you to inspect.

Your eyes light up at the vinyl cover. None other than Madonna covering it, with her mystic blue eyes, pink pouty lips and hair to die for- this is the perfect vinyl.

You move to console Robin, “Look, you’re not stupid Robin-“ Robin releases a scoff at your words.

“Though, I think you have a super awesome girlfriend, who would do anything to make you happy. That includes ensuring that our good friend Larry over here puts aside a copy of the Madonna vinyl for you to pick up this morning.”

Robin’s face shoots out of her hands, allowing her to gaze upon the one and only Madonna.

She gasps in disbelief, “What! How?” Robin makes grabby hands at the vinyl, causing Larry to pass it over with a roll of his eyes- I mean she did also practically climb the counter to grab it but that was to be expected.

“Well, whilst you and Steve were in the back area of Scoops doing nothing. I was actually serving and so Larry came in on Tuesday and mentioned he was getting stock today so I asked him to set aside a copy for you to pick up.”

Robin studies you in awe, “I can’t believe you did that for me.”

She moves to plant a grateful kiss on your lips; hugging you for good measure.

“Of course I would, I know how much you wanted it.”

Robin glances over at Larry as he backs away slowly, she narrows her eyes in confusion.

“Oh, I didn’t want you to try and kiss me too.”

Robin near enough gags at the notion, “You wish Larry, so how much do I owe you?”

Larry puts his hands up as a sign of refusal, “It’s taken care of, no payment necessary.”

Robin looks between the two of you for clarification. You decide to lean against the counter to take a better look at the vinyl cover, “I promised him free ice cream for a year.”

Robin nods her head in approval, happy with the negotiation put forward.

“You’re actually pretty cool Larry.” Robin casually remarks.

Larry nearly drops to the ground in shock, “Robin Buckley, you did not just compliment me?”

Robin continues to stare at her vinyl, completely ignoring her surroundings for the time being, “Yeah and I can take it back just as quickly as I said it.”

Larry shakes his head and crosses his arms instantly, “No, no that’s okay. That’s bitchin’ in fact.”

The moment is interrupted once the mall clock chimes to signify the start of a new hour.

“Right Miss Buckley, let’s head over to the cinema, we can see what time ‘The Breakfast Club’ is on. I think the first showing starts at around 9:15 am.” You suggest to Robin, eager to leave the store before the busy crowds start to pour in.

“Yeah, just a second y/n/n. Larry, what other releases did you say were in today?” Robin guides her interest back to Larry.

“Oh uh, we finally got our hands on Metallica’s album that was released last year, it’s ‘Ride the Lightning’. It’s righteous, it’s the first time it’s hit any shelves in a Hawkins’ store!” Larry exclaimed excitedly.

Robin places her vinyl flat against the counter to give Larry a questionable look, “Oh, I thought it would have been real music.”

Larry twitches at such a blasphemous claim, “Real music? Real music!? That is real music Robin, Metallica are like the most stellar band known to our generation, they’re songs are like little droplets of pure delight!”

Robin scoffs in disagreement, “Please, it’s just noise.”

Larry points one of his fingers at Robin, “Take that back, right now!”

“Nope. Over my dead body.” Robin smiles as she puts her views across.

You quickly zone out of the conversation once you notice an influx of people start to enter the store.

You move closer to Robin, in an attempt to stay as close as you can to her.

One thing you hate is large crowds, you can never quite adjust to them. Usually the mall isn’t too busy at this time of morning, however with the new releases it has ultimately brought in a surge of people. Completely throwing you off the mark.

Usually if your anxiety spikes in this situation, Robin is there to seek comfort in. Though she’s currently lost within her debate with Larry, making you feel alone within this mass of individuals.

As more people filter in, they accidentally nudge into you, sending waves of panic through you as they do. Each nudge is like a reminder that the space around you is closing in, getting smaller and smaller with each person that enters the store.

Through everyone’s excitement, they fail to notice your presence, causing the movement near you to become frantic as they seek their desired merchandise.

Your heart rate rapidly rises, causing your chest to tighten at the sudden change. Pain starts to spread across your body as it attempts to overcome your fears and worries.

The pressure in your limbs makes it impossible to move, making you panic more at the overwhelming sensation of being trapped within such a tight public space.

Your fearsome eyes scan for possible exit routes, ones that appear to not exist. The heat being caused from your panic causes you to clutch at your clothing, desperate to seek a release in some way; using the feeling of the material as a way to take your mind from your current predicament.

As you allow your chaotic thoughts to consume you, your body begins to shake, sending a wave of dizziness through you as you become more worked up.

The sounds of the crowd around you become muffled; feeling as though the world around you is drifting away.

That is until you feel a pair of firm hands grasp at your arms, causing you to release a surprised yelp and leave your trance.

Your worried eyes meet Robin’s concerned ones, “Hey, are you okay? Y/n/n, talk to me, what’s going on?”

You try to speak to Robin, but the words just get caught up in your constricted throat.

Through your trepidation, you failed to notice the tears that are staining your face. You release laboured breaths in an attempt to communicate with Robin, using your head to nod towards the door.

Robin immediately understands and makes quick work of grabbing her vinyl from the counter and wrapping a secure arm around you to lead you out of the store.

You cling onto her desperately, “You’re okay, I’ve got you. We’re leaving now, can you take some deep breaths for me y/n/n?”

You give a firm nod as you concentrate on your breathing, allowing Robin to guide you to a safe and calm environment.

Once the two of you squeeze through the bustling crowd, Robin guides you to a small water fountain to sit at.

She crouches down in front of you, “Breathe beautiful, you’re okay. Listen to the water, it will help calm your mind. I’m so sorry I didn’t let us leave sooner, I just got so caught up in the moment-“

You shake your head at her words, continuing your concentrated breaths, “I-It’s not your f-fault.”

Robin displays a look of guilt, not taking your words in, “Come on, let’s go to Scoops and get you something to help ease your nerves.”

Robin guides you up and keeps a supportive hold on you as she takes you towards the ice cream parlour, knowing it will be open at this time of morning.

Upon entrance, you notice a bored looking and uniformed Steve Harrington making an ice cream cone tower on the counter.

Once he notices the two of you walk in he releases a sigh of relief, “Thank God, I’m losing my mind over here- hey, wait is she okay?” Steve says as soon as he notices your tear filled eyes.

“Yeah, we’re just going into the back to hang out for a bit-“ Robin starts to explain as she ushers you through.

“Yeah, no take all the time you need. Let me know if you guys need anything.” Steve says sincerely.

“We will… dingus.” Robin says playfully as she follows you through to the back of the store.

She drops her vinyl on the table in front of her, making an effort to sit close to you, “You know, I think you have Enochlophobia, which is totally okay and we will work on making you totally comfortable if something like this happens again because I know the feeling of fear can be overwhelming and-“

You look to Robin, causing her to stop her words, “I’m not helping am I?”

You give her a weak smile in response, “You are but I just need you close.” You let out through struggled breaths.

Robin shuffles her chair slightly to pull you into her embrace, allowing you to close your eyes in comfort, basking in the calmness of the Scoops Ahoy staff area.

Your serenity is interrupted when you hear a bang on the table in front of you, causing you to jump.

Robin scowls at Steve for his actions, “Sorry, I just wanted to bring you some ice cream to help make you feel better.”

“Thank you Steve, that’s so sweet.” You direct an appreciative smile his way.

“Uh, hey, where’s mine?” Robin asks as she passes you the ice cream tub filled with your favourite flavour.

“Get your own, I’m not your slave.” Steve says as he throws his sailor themed hat onto the table, “Oh what’s this?” He says as he attempts to bring the Madonna vinyl towards himself for a closer inspection.

Robin smacks away his hand in warning, “Touch it and you'll have more than ‘Farrah Fawcett’ spray in your hair.”

Steve widens his eyes at the bombshell Robin released, “Are you- did Henderson tell you? That little shit-“

Steve’s rant is put to a halt once a continuous dinging of a bell can be heard from out front, “Is this place self service, or are one of you airheads gonna’ come out and serve me my daily samples of ice cream? Ahoy, all hands on deck, Ahoy!”

The signature voice of Erica Sinclair sounds through the store.

“My dear friend, you have customers to tend to.” Robin says smugly.

Steve dramatically grabs his hat and places it back on his head, as soon as he opens the door, the ringing of the service bell increases, “Yeah, yeah I’m comin’, chill out Sinclair.”

Once Steve has left, Robin redirects her attention towards you, placing a delicate kiss on the top of your head, “Are you feeling any better?” Robin asks as she rubs soothing marks across your body, assisting in the calming effect taking over you.

You give Robin a tired nod; the panic leaves you mostly exhausted as you lazily finish your mouthful of ice cream.

Robin thinks for a moment, “How about we stop by the ‘Family Video’ store on the way back home. We can watch a movie at your house and relax.”

You shift in Robin’s embrace, “I thought you wanted to go and see ‘The Breakfast Club’?” You speak softly, trying not to disturb the calmness.

Robin scrunches her nose up before answering, “Nah, I’m sure Steve has some horror stories from his time at Saturday detention that he can enlighten us with on our next shift. They’re probably way better than the movie. Besides, you’re more important, so we should head back and hang out together to help keep you as calm as possible.”

You leave a kiss on Robin’s cheek before scooping her a heap of ice cream to try from your tub; feeding it to her, “That sounds perfect.”

To ensure you’re fully relaxed before heading out, Robin sits with you and attempts to take your mind off of the previous events of the morning. Giving her the opportune moment to explain to you how incredibly grateful she is for you and her new Madonna vinyl.

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