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If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too? Part 1
Since I am in the middle of a poll about how to end “Can Anybody See Me?” (which you can vote on here) I am putting it on pause until it finishes on Saturday. I’ll still be working on it, I just won’t be posting until after it’s done. (Which if it keeps going like it is, end of season 4).
This story started out as a beautiful (and SHORT) story about Steve taking Eddie to the Ozzy Osborne/Metalica concert and turned into a full on season 4 fix-it (it’s 6000+ and counting *wails*).
Summary: Steve realizes after the aftermath of Vecna that he’s in love with Eddie. When he finds out that he was trying to get enough money to get to the Ozzy Osborne/Metallica concert in Indy in a week, he decides to woo Eddie via the most important concert of Eddie’s young life.
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Things had gotten a little hairy when the demobats tried to break through the vents of the trailer. Eddie looked up at the sheet ladder and then back out at the sounds of screeching and scrambling as the bats fought to get to him and Dustin.
He knew they had no way to close the gate on the other side. That once the bats got into the trailer the wide world of Hawkins would be next. They would be next. He sighed. He knew what he had to do. With a heavy heart and broad swipe of his spear he cut the ladder.
Eddie zipped up his jacket and grabbed his shield and spear. He led the demobats away on one of the bikes. Got pretty damn far before the tire hit a divot in the hell space known as the Upside-Down. He rolled into the dirt and tried to get up. The shield and spear tangled together making it hard to stand. Once he was able to get to his feet he roared at the bats.
Eddie was able to stand his ground for a while but he started to wear out. He wasn’t sure he could last much longer. What was taking them so long?
And then it happened the swarm came at him full force and he was knocked to the ground. He brought up his hands and knees trying to protect as much of his body as he could. But they were relentless. Just when he thought all hope was gone, suddenly the bats fell.
The air was filled with screaming of a different kind now and it sounded like his name.
He brought down his arms and looked up to see Dustin kneeling over him crying.
“Hey, bud,” Eddie whispered. “I’m fine.”
“Why would you do that?” Dustin screamed. “Why?”
Eddie reached out and cupped his cheek. “Because they were breaking through. They were going to get you.”
“We could have fought them together,” Dustin choked out.
Eddie shook his head. “Steve would have killed me if you got hurt.”
“Damn right I would have,” Steve said.
Dustin stood up, whirling around to face him. “Steve! Eddie’s hurt!”
Steve rushed over and immediately pulled out the first aid kit they bought when they got their other supplies.
“What did I tell you about not being a hero, Munson?” Steve growled as he pulled out bottled water and gauze.
“Dustin...” Eddie gurgled.
Steve looked up at his face and swore. “Shit! They got you good.” He set down the gauze and pulled out a large cotton pad and pressed it to Eddie’s neck.
“Dustin,” Steve snapped, “We need to find a way to transport him. Are you able to do that for me?”
Dustin nodded and immediately got on the bike Eddie had biffed on. The front tire was a bit wobbly but it would do in a pinch.
Robin and Nancy came running up. Robin skidded to a stop and turned away, suddenly ill. Nancy was at Steve’s side in an instant.
“Hold down the pad,” Steve bit out. “I need it in place so I can wrap it.”
She nodded and took over holding the pad to the bleeding coming from Eddie’s neck. Steve quickly wrapped the gauze around it and then unzipped the jacket.
Eddie coughed. “Take me out to dinner first, jeez, Harrington.”
“Shut up, shut up,” Steve murmured. “Just please shut up for once in your god damned life. So I can save it.”
Eddie smiled, showing blood on his teeth.
“Fuck!” Steve cursed. “I hope you didn’t like this jacket, man. It’s pretty much gone at this point.”
The demobats had shredded the jacket’s sleeves and even one or two had gotten past the many layers Eddie had on. But the bites were shallow. Not like Steve’s.
His legs were a bit worse for wear too.
Just then Dustin had come back with a metal covering that they had used to shore up the trailer, dragging behind the bike.
Steve looked up and smiled. “Good job, Dusty!” He turned to his best friend. “Robin!”
She glanced at Eddie and then turned her head up so she wasn’t looking at him directly. “He’s bad, Steve.”
“I know, but I need all four of us to carry him,” he explained softly. “Can you do that for me?”
She looked him in the eye. “Yeah. For Eddie.”
They managed to get him on the makeshift stretcher and Nancy stepped up to grab one of the corners.
Steve held out his hand. “Wait! We need to keep it as level as possible. Dustin you take that corner. Nancy you go out in front and find us the safest path.”
Nancy opened her mouth to protest but she knew he was right. She was much shorter than the rest of them and it would only hurt Eddie more.
“Why can’t we just drag him behind the bike?” Dustin asked, still doing what he was told.
“Because we need to move fast but smooth,” Steve said. “Everyone at three, lift. One, two, three!” They all lifted together.
“The bike would be smooth,” Dustin protested.
“Not for Eddie,” Steve said. “Now, move.”
They walked as fast as they could to the nearest gate. Which unfortunately was the Lover’s Lake gate.
Steve stopped in front of the gate and closed his eyes tightly. “Right, Eds,” he murmured. “This is where you get off the ride.”
Eddie made a sound that vaguely resembled a chuckle.
“How are we going to get him through the gate?” Robin asked, shifting nervously from side to side.
“You and Nancy are going to go up first and get the boat,” Steve explained. “Then Dustin will swim to the surface. He’ll come get me once you two are in place.”
“Where is this coming from?” Nancy asked. “I thought you weren’t the planning type.”
Steve took a deep breath and pretended that didn’t hurt.
“No, no,” Robin said waving her hands. “He’s good at emergency shit like this. Like, really good.”
“It’s all the first aid training,” Steve said tamping down on the anger that threatened to rise to the surface. “Now go. I’ll send Dustin up in ten minutes.”
Dustin looked down at Eddie. “Ten minutes is too long, Steve.”
Steve grabbed Dustin’s arms. “It’ll be enough. I’m not going to let him die on us, I promise.”
Dustin nodded and watched as Robin and Nancy dove through the gate.
Ten minutes later Dustin did too. About a minute after that, Dustin was back to help Steve bring Eddie back to the surface.
They struggled but were able to get Eddie onto the boat. Once they got to shore they were able to call for an ambulance.
The four of them watched as Eddie was taken to the hospital.
Steve took a deep breath. “Right. We need to clean up and get to the hospital.”
“No.”
Steve looked at Nancy. “There is an ambulance coming for you, too. I want those bites looked at by professional.”
Steve wanted to argue but as the adrenaline wore off, he swayed on his feet.
Robin caught him before he fell. “We’ll call...” she stopped. There wasn’t anyone for her to call. Not for Steve. The people that would care were all here.
“Wayne Munson,” Nancy finished. “Let him know Eddie’s at the hospital from an animal attack. We’ll also radio the party and all meet up at the hospital.”
Distantly he could here the sounds of the sirens coming for him before his world went black.
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Young Love Murdered (That Is What This Must Be)
Keith/Lance (Voltron), Angst With A Happy Ending, Season 4-6 Fix-It, Break-Up and Make-Up, 4.8k Words
Summary: Keith leaves, and their relationship falls apart. Maybe, though, both of them want it back.
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“Why are you packing a bag? Did Allura have a mission for you?”
Keith tenses, but doesn’t turn around. He continues stuffing clothes into a duffel. “Not exactly.”
Lance is tense, too. There’s an air in the room, something crackly. Something dangerous.
“…Okay, then. What are you picking for?”
Keith doesn’t answer, not for several moments. He grips a pair of socks in his hands, so tightly his knuckles go white. Lance swallows, but it’s hard. His throat is dry. His heart pounds in his ears.
“I’m leaving for the Blades,” Keith admits gruffly. “I talked to Kolivan. They have some missions for me.”
It feels like the room tilts around him, and Lance’s head spins.
“What?” he asks weakly.
Keith clears his throat. He tries to speak, can’t, and clears it again.
“I’m resigning.”
“You can’t fucking resign!”
The sharpness in Lance’s voice startles them both, and Keith whips around to face Lance fully.
“Yes, I am.”
“No the fuck you are not. You can’t just leave Voltron! You said so yourself when we started this thing!”
“I’m not just fucking ditching, Lance. There are five Lions, six paladins. That’s what you said, remember? I’m doing everyone a favour!”
Lance clenches his fists, if only to hide them shaking.
“You’re not doing everyone a favour, you’re doing yourself a favour. You’re a goddamn coward, Keith Kogane, and you’re running away.”
Keith inhales sharply, glaring at Lance. “I’m no fucking coward,” he spits.
“You are! You so are. You’re afraid of leading the team, you’re afraid of being in a family, you’re afraid of us, of me, because you’re a coward, a fucking coward —“
“Shut the fuck up! You don’t know what you’re talking about! You don’t know a goddamn thing!”
“Then fucking tell me what I don’t know, Keith, because all I’m seeing is you running away!”
Keith spins back towards his duffel bag, shoving a few more clothes into the bag before hefting it on his shoulder and turning to face the door.
“I’m not arguing with you. I’m resigning. I’ll talk to you when I land on the base.”
“No, you won’t.” Lance stands to the side of the door, fists clenched as tightly as Keith’s were earlier. His face is neutral, cold, except for his eyes. His eyes are wet and there are tear tracks dripping down his face, and his voice shakes and his shoulders shake but he stands as tall as ever. “Don’t call me if you walk out that door, Kogane. I won’t be waiting for you when you get back.”
Keith blinks at him, shocked. He can feel something sharp prick in his chest, something painful and destructive.
Lance won’t wait for him?
Suddenly he’s angry. Fuck Lance, and fuck his lack of support. He won’t wait for Keith? Fine.
“Fine,” Keith snarls, storming past him. “I don’t want you to wait, either.”
—
Keith hugs the team tightly as they wish him farewell, promising to call as often as he’s able.
Lance doesn’t come to say goodbye. Keith pretends it doesn’t bother him.
He waits until he’s in his pod, watching the Castle wormhole away, to break down.
—
Lance presses the nozzle on the can of shaving cream rapid-fire, hoping some will magically squeeze out. When none appears from the nether, he sighs, digging around in his cabinet for another can. He doesn’t need to shave too often, his hair doesn’t grow very fast, but he’s been neglecting it a bit and doesn’t want to go walk all around the castle to get a new can. There has to be some buried in here somewhere — aha!
He pulls out a bottle that was hiding behind a box of new toothpaste, triumphantly shaking it in the air. He squeezes a dollop onto his hands, and goes to rub it on his face —
His knees buckle, and he collapses to the floor so quickly he almost brains himself on the edge of the sink. The shaving cream smells so intensely of Keith that if Lance closes his eyes, he can pretend Keith is standing behind him, rubbing his prickly cheek on Lance’s because he knows it drives him insane.
He clutches the can until his knuckles turn white, and his vision goes blurry as his eyes fill with tears. He tries to breath through it, to swallow the lump in is throat. He hasn’t let himself cry since — since that day.
Keith left. He choose to leave. He wanted to leave. Why should Lance cry over him? Why should Lance miss him? Miss his hands, miss his smile, miss his heart, because that’s what Keith is, the very fucking heart beating in Lance’s chest —
The tears finally fall, and they don’t stop falling, and the smell of Keith is still so strong but he’s not fucking here, and Lance sobs until he throws up.
—
Keith stares blankly at the ceiling ahead of him, counting the seconds. It’s currently nearly four hours since he went to bed. He’s been entirely unable to sleep, even a little bit. He’s not used to the sleep schedule here, he’s hot, the sheets feel like fucking sandpaper, and worst of all no pillow clutched to his chest will never be a substitute for —
Yeah, he just misses Lance. He’s never slept as well as he has with Lance. He somehow has the softest sheets in the world, even though they were all given the same stuff when they first came to space. The two of them are also the perfect cuddling pair — Lance is always freezing, and Keith is always hot, so cuddling is always ideal.
Well, was. They were the perfect pair. Cuddling was always ideal.
They’re not anything anymore.
The thought doesn’t help Keith sleep.
—
The rest of the team does their best to stay in contact with Keith, but they don’t have much luck. Keith is sent on what seems to be dozens of missions a month, always in a different galaxy and seemingly without signal. They’re upset, but there’s nothing they can do.
Lance pretends he’s unaffected.
He is not.
In the middle of handing out supplies to refugees on one of the many planets Zarkon’s Empire has torn to shreds, Lance sees a flash of purple and black in the corner of his eye. He turns around so fast he feels like he might pull something, but he doesn’t care, because all he can see is a Blade that’s short for a Galra and their posture is defensive and their shoulders are broad and Lance forgets about his anger, about his hurt, and the only thought in his head is Keith, Keith, Keith —
“Keith!”
Before he knows it he’s sprinting for the Blade, calling Keith’s name over and over, desperation getting worse each time. He forgets that Keith doesn’t want anything to do with him, forgets that Keith left, that Keith doesn’t love him anymore —
“Keith! It’s me! It’s Lance!”
He stretches out a hand, because yes, maybe Keith’s still mad, hell, Lance is still mad, but they’ve fought before and they’ll fight again but they’ll be fighting together and that’s all that matters —
“Keith!”
He finally catches up to the Blade, curling an arm around their bicep, and he immediately knows something is wrong. The Blade deactivates their mask, and they’re not Keith. They’re not even humanoid. Lance feels his heart drop to his feet, feels the burn of tears that has been his constant companion for months make a reappearance.
“I — I’m sorry,” he stutters, “I mistook you for someone else. Sorry.” He runs off, not even back to the job he fucking needs to be doing, but his head hurts and his stomach hurts and his heart hurts and Keith is gone and he’s never coming back and —
Lance wants Keith to come back.
Lance needs Keith to come back.
—
Keith knows he shouldn’t, but he watches the Coalition Show live. He watches the whole team, proudly, but he pays special attention to Lance. Loverboy Lance, rather. He watches the team do their best to promote Voltron, even if they have to play characters they hate, but Lance seems to thrive. He captivates the crowd, laughing and shooting finger guns and having everyone watching swooning. He’s magnetizing, as he always is.
Keith hates it. He hates it so much. How is Lance fine? How is Lance just moving on, with no issues? Where is his heartbreak? Did Lance ever love Keith like Keith loved him? Or did he lose all his feelings when Keith walked out that door? Is that even possible?
Keith watches the paladins’ individual acts with a tight chest, angry and miserable. He can’t pay full attention, thinking over and over again about Lance and his smile and his complete lack of the same ache Keith feels every second of every day.
Lance’s individual act is last, leaving the audience on a high note. Keith should turn it off. He has no need to watch it. But he can’t, because it’s the closest he’s been to Lance in months, and Keith misses him just as fiercely as he did when he left.
Lance climbs up the ropes, back to the camera, the audience watching with bated breath. Then the music starts, and instead of the upbeat pop song Keith’s expecting, something slow plays — something sad.
Lance finally turns to face the camera and Keith gasps as he sees the raw pain in Lance’s dark eyes. Lance has never been good at keeping his eyes free of emotion, every feeling he’s having displayed clearly in the beautiful brown orbs, and today is no exception. His eyes are anguished, wet.
Lance dances to the song, and his misery is unmistakable. Every movement is wracked with pain and vulnerability, every curl and flip looks like he’s seconds away from letting himself drop to his death. Keith grips his holopad, heart pounding, terrified and strangely hopeful.
Lance is just as heartbroken as he is.
Maybe there’s a chance, for them. Maybe they haven’t reached their end.
Keith watches his show until the end, thinking hard. Maybe… maybe Lance is waiting for him. Maybe Lance wants to see him again. He pulls up his schedule, looking at all his upcoming missions. He has one big mission starting tomorrow, with someone named Krolia, to go scope out some old base. He’s got a fair bit of time off, after. Maybe he’ll go see the team.
Yeah. He’ll go with Krolia to the base, and then he’ll go talk to Lance.
Maybe they’ll fix things.
—
Keith doesn’t get to see Lance.
He doesn’t get to see anyone, actually. Not for years.
—
Lance has been neglecting his friends because of his mopefest, and he’s not having it. It’s been nearly half a year, since he’s been with Keith, and he still can’t sleep right. It’s ridiculous, is what it is. Being this heartbroken over some boy.
(Even if that boy was kind. Was brave. Was sweet, and smart, and thoughtful, and strong, and even if that boy what Keith, the love of his life —)
Lance needs to get his shit together.
He messages Hunk and Pidge, asking if they want to have a sleepover. They respond enthusiastically, agreeing to set up in Hunk’s room in an hour. Lance rushes through his skincare routine, because he knows he won’t have a chance to do the whole thing with his dorky best friends distracting him ever three seconds, and drags four blankets and two pillows over to Hunk’s room.
They set everything up in a nest on the floor, sitting in a cuddle pile together and talking and chatting and gossiping and generally having a good time. Lance almost forgets the constant ache of missing Keith.
Almost.
Eventually, though, Lance’s eyes begin to droop. It’s always been easier for him to sleep with someone else, so he can feel his exhaustion finally breaking as he snuggles up next to Hunk with Pidge leaning on his back. The last thing he hears are Pidge and Hunk dropping their voices to whispers.
He snaps awake and indeterminate amount of time later to the same two whispering voices dissolving into giggles.
“Wha’s funny?” he asks around a yawn, stretching out his arms. He’s still tired, he can’t have been out long.
“You were saying Keith’s name in your sleep,” Hunk teases.
“Yeah,” Pidge joins in, “I bet you guys have been talking nonstop. I bet you miss him so much. Your crush on him getting worse, huh, Loverboy?”
Lance freezes mid stretch.
They don’t know.
They can’t know, how much Lance misses Keith. Desperately. Painfully. Constantly.
“…Lance? You okay?”
Like clockwork, Lance feels the lump build in his throat, stubbornly sitting there even as he tries to swallow around it.
“I — I’m fine,” he assures, shooting them a weak smile. They don’t look convinced.
“Is there… something going on? Between you and Keith?”
Is there something going on between you and Keith?
Is there, Lance?
Is there?
Lance feels the lump get bigger, and the tears finally drop down his face. He recognizes the pain spreading through his chest, and he can’t break down in front of them.
“I have to go,” he chokes out, and rushes back to his room. He leaves his blankets and pillows, too panicked to care, and collapses on his bare mattress, the stuffed fabric muffling his sobs. He cries himself to sleep, again, and wakes up to his blankets carefully folded beside him and a pillow tucked under his head.
Pidge and Hunk walk on eggshells around him for weeks. Lance pretends not to notice.
—
The space whale is the worst place in the universe, Keith thinks. It’s a constant survival situation, he’s never safe, he’s fucking bored all the time, and worst of all he’s stuck with the woman who abandoned him when he was a baby.
Yeah. Not ideal.
He doesn’t know how to talk to Krolia. What the fuck is he supposed to stay? It’s bad enough that the damn whale projects scenes of Keith’s private life for Krolia to see, but what? Is he supposed to talk to her about it? Hash out their issues? Talk about Keith’s dad?
No. Keith’s not that desperate, yet. If he’s stuck on the stupid fucking whale much longer, he might be, but for now he fuels himself on rage and the reassurance that he’s gonna talk to Lance as soon as he gets off this piece of shit time dilation, or whatever.
Of course, it’s not like Keith ignores her. They need to rely on each other a little, after all. It would be stupid not to. But Keith ensures all their conversations are strictly business related, at least until she gives him a reason to treat her as anything other than a coworker.
“You wanna take first sleep?” Krolia offers. Maybe she’s trying to win his trust. It’s not working. Keith only accepts because he’s fucking tired, not because he’s accepting her olive branch.
He lies down on a grass-woven mat he made, curling his arms around his stomach and imagining he’s back on the Castle, in Lance’s bed, holding him close. It works well enough, knocking him out fairly quickly.
He dreams of Lance, as always. Of their time together, of the future they dreamed of.
“As soon as this stupid war is over, I’m gonna take you home, Keith. Straight to Varadero.”
“Yeah?” Keith asked, trailing his fingers down Lance’s face. Lance leaned into his touch, eyes closed in bliss.
“Yeah,” he sighed, “my family’s gonna love you. And then we’re gonna buy a little house, right on the beach, and spend every day with no stress and nothing but love.”
Keith smiled, eyes crinkling. “Tell me more.”
Lance turned his head to press a kiss to Keith’s palm, before snuggling closer and leaving his head on Keith’s chest. Right about his heart.
“Mm, okay. You’re gonna get that fixer upper bike you’ve always wanted, spend your mornings doing that. I’m gonna take up scrapbooking, maybe. Or gardening. Something pretty.”
“Mhm.”
“Yeah. Then we’ll spend the afternoons together, in the ocean.”
“Of course.”
“Mhm.” Lance’s breathing evened out, mumbling about their future right into dreamland.
“We’ll have that beach house, Lance,” Keith whispered into his hair, just before he nodded off himself. “I promise.”
Keith flinches as Lance’s cold hand brushes across the back of his neck, but his lips quirk up. Lance’s shitty circulation really never fails.
“Mph, s’too early, Lance,” he mumbles. “Come back to sleep.”
“Keith, it’s your turn on watch.”
Keith shoots up, tendrils of sleep falling away immediately at Krolia’s voice.
Right. He’s on the stupid fucking space whale. Not in bed with Lance.
“Yeah. Sorry.”
He gets comfortable as he can on the rocky ground of the cave floor, looking morosely out the entrance.
I hope you’re waiting anyways, Lance.
I miss you.
—
“Wait, you haven’t heard from Keith either?”
“Not as of yet,” Kolivan says carefully. “It is unusual for him, but not so unusual for the Blade he is currently working with. I have full confidence that we will hear an update from them shortly.”
Shiro nods, as if that is at all an acceptable answer. “Good. Let us know when you hear something. Now, for the —”
“That’s it?” Lance demands. Shiro turns towards him, eyebrows raised and disappointed, but Lance holds his gaze. “‘We’ll keep you updated’? You’re satisfied with that?”
Shiro narrows his eyes at Lance, obviously annoyed with the interruption. “Kolivan has given us the information he has, Lance. No need to start something.”
“Keith is apparently fucking missing! Missing! And you’re just gonna lie there and accept it? Keith tore the fucking universe apart looking for you, Shiro, and you suddenly don’t care? He could be dead! He’s your brother, and —”
“Oh, so now you decide to care?” Shiro asks coldly. Lance rears back as if slapped, and Shiro smirks at him.
“Yeah, don’t give me that. I was there when he said goodbye, Lance, and you sure weren’t. You’ve claimed to hate him from day one.”
“T — that’s not true, I —”
“Oh? ‘Rivalry’ doesn’t ring a bell? C’mon, Lance,” Shiro attempts to sound reassuring, but all Lance can hear is condescension. “You’ve got your second to shine in the conversation, it’s time to drop it. Keith will turn up when he wants to turn up. You know how he is.” Shiro turns back towards Kolivan, back to Lance. A clear dismissal.
Lance gapes at Shiro’s back. What the shit was that? Shiro’s changed since he came back, sure, but in no universe did Lance ever expect to see Shiro dismiss the possibility that his little brother could be dead.
Lance clenches his hands together, blinking rapidly to clear his eyes. Keith — Keith could be dead. And the last thing that Lance said to him was that he didn’t want him to come back.
All Lance wants if for Keith to come back.
—
The relief of finally being free of the fucking space whale is as overwhelming as it would have been two years ago.
Keith is different, now. He’s taller, for starters. Bigger. He has a dog, now, and a mom. A relationship with his mom, even. He’s had a lot of time to think, a lot of time to reflect, a lot of time to forgive himself and forgive others. A lot of time to grow and change.
One thing that has not changed, or even waned or lessened, is his love for Lance.
He knows, now, that he made a mistake. He wasn’t wrong, exactly — he needed to go. He needed to figure himself out. But he could have figured himself out and kept Lance, but he rushed, and he regrets it. He regrets how he left, the pain he knows he left with Lance. Now, he has to fix it. As he flies off the stupid whale, Kosmo and Krolia and Romelle and the fate of the Universe tucked safely in the pod with him, Keith thinks of Lance.
“Oh, hey, I think that’s the Neflexxer nebula,” Romelle comments, pointing out a swirling mass of turquoise and pink and spots of bright white stars. Keith gasps, almost doubling over.
“What the fuck are we doing, Lance?” Keith demanded, rough and annoyed. He had to look for his brother, and Lance was insisting on some frivolous joyride.
“You need to bond with Black,” Lance said matter-of-factly, voice tinny from Black’s speakers but no less firm. “You’re the only one of us who hasn’t spent any time with her. You’re wondering why you’re struggling so badly? It’s because y’all don’t talk.”
Keith glared through his window at Red, imagining he was glaring a hole right through to Lance’s stupid face. Why couldn’t he have gotten Hunk as a right hand, or something?
“Black and I are fine.”
“See, you speak, and it’s like all I hear is ‘Lance, please convince me I’m wrong’. It’s fun for me.”
“Can you just get to the fucking point so we can go back,” Keith snapped.
He couldn’t see it, but he knew that Lance rolled his eyes.
“Fine, fine. Jesus. See that nebula to your left?”
Keith glanced over, seeing a swirling and colourful nebula. A new one, by the looks of it.
“Yeah.”
“That’s Neflexxer. You know what it’s notorious for?”
“Get to the point, Lance.”
“Yeesh, okay. It’s got a lot of rock storms, asteroid belts. We’re gonna play a little game.”
Red twirled suddenly, facing the galaxy, looking ready to bolt.
“Think of it as a training exercise! And a way to get out your aggression! You’re gonna chase me and Red through the nebula, and if you catch us, well.” Keith could hear the grin in Lance’s voice, the competitive flair, and he found himself grinning a little, too. “If you catch me, you can do what you want with me. But you won’t.”
“I wouldn’t be so cocky, Cargo Pilot.”
“We’ll see, Dropout. See ya!”
Red fired off, a blur of red and silver in the dark backdrop of space.
“Hey!” Keith called, shooting after them.
Lance cackled, and the sound made Keith smirk.
“Oh, it’s on, you little fucker.”
“Come get me, Keith! Betcha can’t! In fact, Keith —”
“Keith!”
Keith startles out of his memories, only to see everyone looking at him in concern.
“Sorry. My bad. Let’s go.”
He pushes heavily on the thrusters, flying them as fast as they can go.
I’m coming, Lance.
Please still be waiting.
—
As much as Lance tends to enjoy himself at parties, or at least use them as a distraction, there’s nothing he wants less to be at this one, in the arms of some random stranger.
“You’re very beautiful,” compliments the stranger, who’s name Lance does not remember even slightly.
“Thank you,” Lance says tersely, pointedly avoiding eye contact. This feels wrong. Being in someone else’s arms, especially in a dance — Lance feels gross. It feels like a betrayal. Like cheating.
And that doesn’t make sense, because he doesn’t even know if Keith’s alive, let alone if Keith still wants him. Just the thought of what Lance said to him — Lance wouldn’t take himself back, either.
Regardless, Lance does his best to keep himself at arm’s distance, trying desperately to imagine that these stranger’s hands are rougher, covered in leather, touching him gently.
“You look bored,” Keith whispered.
“Of course I’m bored. This planet it boring.”
Keith snorted, turning it quickly into a cough lest they both get in shit.
“You know,” he said quietly after a moment, “I heard this planet has pretty good music, actually.”
“Not for us,” Lance whispered back. “They have some really expensive concerts open, I checked, but they’re all heavily gated. Most of them are happening right now, actually. We can’t go.”
“Huh.”
Keith turned back to the meeting, and Lance thought that was the end of the conversation. A half hour later, Keith stood abruptly, making a loud gasping noise.
“Oh, Lance, you’re feeling sick?” he asked, in a voice so clearly fake and practiced Lance would bash his head against the table if he didn’t want to laugh so hard.
“Oh, yes,” he said, playing along immediately. He pressed a hand to my stomach. “So sick. I need to leave immediately, I’m so sorry.”
The head of the meeting blinked worriedly at him, exchanging a look with the rest of the aliens. “You’re feeling unwell, Red Paladin?”
Lance nodded, doing his best to look pitiful. “Yes, terribly ill. So ill I might not be able to walk myself out of here. Very sudden.”
The head alien person pursed their lips, gesturing for the door. “Please, then, make haste for medical attention.”
“I’ll help him,” Keith announced, standing again and grabbing Lance gingerly by the shoulder. Lance bit back a giggle.
“Yes, much obliged, Black Paladin,” the alien agreed. “We shall continue when your paladin is at full health.”
Keith and Lance rushed out the door, barely holding in their laughter.
“You snake!” Lance teased, as Keith led him through a back path to a large, chain link fence. Keith leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to Lance’s cheek.
“My baby wants to go dancing,” he responded, eyes twinkling. “I can’t very well withhold such a humble request!”
Lance rolled his eyes fondly, and the two hopped the fence as quickly as they could, sprinting towards the sound of music. They stopped just outside the venue, music plenty loud enough to hear. Keith turned to Lance, bowing playfully.
“May I have this dance?”
Lance yanked him back up, laughing, and the two twirl around, silly and offbeat, to songs that are barely meant to be danced to. They spend hours spinning around, dipping each other to their hearts’ content, and all Lance could think was how much he never wanted Keith to let him go.
“…which is why I think you would be an excellent mate,” the stranger continues, and Lance blinks. He glances subtly at his watch, and yikes. He’s had his head in the clouds for a couple hours, now, ignoring whatever the hell this rando is spewing. Time to ditch before this guy really gets some ideas.
“I’ll have to regrettably decline,” Lance says lightly, gracefully twirling away, and booking it for the door as soon as he’s out of sight.
Please be alive, Keith. I can’t do this without you.
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Keith’s landing on the castle is a mess. It’s rushed. There’s a crisis, they have a homicidal prince to stop, but when Keith and Lance make eye contact on the bridge, for the first time in either eight months or two years, it’s like time slows to a stop. Like the world narrows to the two of them, everything and everyone else dropping off of it.
Lance takes the first step forward, reaching out like he’s not in control of his own hand, to cup Keith’s face like he always does. Like he always did.
But he hesitates, millimetres in front of Keith’s cheek, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed. There’s fear in his eyes.
“Lance,” Keith breaths, and slumps forward. Lance hand finally touches his face, and he doesn’t hesitate, this time, before rubbing a gentle thumb over his cheekbone.
“Keith,” he whispers, just as reverent. Keith brings up his hand to Lance’s, just to hold. Just to touch.
They stare at each other for what feels like decades, hungry eyes drinking in the sight they’ve missed and missed like you might miss the air when you’re too deep under water.
“I missed you,” Lance says, voice so quiet it’s barely audible. “Every day. All day. I missed you, and I waited for you.” A tear slips down his face. “I never stopped.”
Keith huffs a quiet laugh, eyelashes wet and salty. “I missed you too. I — I never meant to leave, Lance. Not like that. I’m sorry, I just —”
Lance brings up his other hand, cupping Keith’s face wholly, now. He wipes his tears, gently, slowly.
“I shouldn’t’ve said what I said. I didn’t mean it. I don’t think you’re a coward. You’re the bravest man I’ve ever known, and I loved you for it. I still do.”
Keith leans down, pressing his forehead to Lance’s. He closes his eyes, feeling joy for the first time in days. Weeks. Months. Years.
“And you’re the most loyal. I love you too, Lance. I never stopped.”
Lance sobs, arms moving to wrap around Keith’s neck. He presses kiss after desperate kiss to Keith’s lip, muttering apologies and ‘I-love-yous’ between every peck. Keith does the same, arms tight around Lance waist, kissing back just as hard.
“We’ll try again, okay? Take two. No more running away.”
Lance nods quickly, breath hitching. “No more accusations. Take two. This one’ll be it, Keith. To the end. You and me.”
“You and me, Lance, always.”
#anyways i listened to the harold song like two hundred times and hurt my own feelings#so heres this#vld#voltron#keith#lance#lance mcclain#keith kogane#klance#langst#keith angst#klangst#post break up#make up#angst#angst with a happy ending#hurt/comfort#clone shiro#season 4 fix it#season 5 fix it#season 6 fix it#blade keith#keith has abandonment issues#pining lance#pining keith#mutual pining#resolved tension#heartbreak#tall keith#brown-eyed lance
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lay down your weary tune (4/4, 52026 words)
Pairing: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington
Rating: Teen
Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Steve Harrington, Fix-It, season 4 fix it, Billy Hargrove in the Upside Down, Billy Hargrove Lives, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Billy Hargrove Is Bad at Feelings, Healing, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Humor, Past Relationship(s), Slow Burn, Getting Back Together, Billy gets a few powers of his own, but no monster fighting here, Idiots in Love, Angst with a Happy Ending
Summary: In which Steve Harrington was in a relationship with Billy Hargrove before it all went wrong. Given a chance to rescue Billy from the Upside Down and bring him home alive isn’t something anyone will pass up. But that’s only the beginning of healing, accepting chosen families, and falling in love a second time.
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Hello! Here is my season 4 fix-it. Hope you enjoy it! I would really appreciate reblogs so others might too <3 Thanks so much!
#harringrove#steve x billy#whenyouwishuponastar writes#stranger things#season 4 fix it#billy hargrove deserved better#and gets it here#i'm so nervous but i hope you all enjoy it
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diminish
Author: @ratherbeyouthful
Rating/Warning: Mature, referenced ED, s*icidal thoughts
Chapter Count: 6/6
Description:
“What now?” She says again, and tries to manage a smile. “Now, I find Eddie Munson, and I save him.”
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OR: Chrissy Cunningham returns, but she doesn’t come back whole.
Tags: Alternate Universe- canon divergence, season 4 fix it, hurt/comfort, angst, BAMF Chrissy, Eddie is a sweetie, Chrissy is coping, Chrissy POV, multiple chapters, status: completed
#Alternate Universe- canon divergence#season 4 fix it#hurt/comfort#angst#BAMF Chrissy#Eddie is a sweetie#Chrissy is coping#Chrissy POV#multiple chapters#status: completed#eddie munson#eddissy#eddie and chrissy#eddie x chrissy#chrissy deserved better#hellcheer#eddsy#munningham#chreddie#stranger things#chrissy cunningham
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got the memes ready for tomorrow😭
#IF I HAVE TO USE ANY OF THESE I WILL LITERALLY FIND THE DUFFER BROTHERS AND FIGHT THEM WITH MY OWN FISTS UNTIL THEY REWRITE RESHOOT AND FIX#THE WHOLE FINALE ISTG THEY BETTER NOT DO THIS#ANYTHING HAPPENS TO MAX AND IM ENDING MY LIFE#st4#ronnie watches st4#stranger things#stranger things season four#stranger things season 4#eddie munson#steddie#ronance#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#robin buckley#max mayfield#stranger things meme#stranger things vol 2
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// Read Part 1 Here // Read Part 2 Here //
“Can you believe that bullshit, Stevie?” Eddie questioned, from his spot in Steve’s lap.
The two were together on the Munsons’ beaten-up couch. Steve’s day had dragged on like bare feet in river mud. As far as he could gather, Eddie’s had been the same. The room was hot with the ghost of summer, despite it being mid-March. Eddie’s hair between Steve’s fingers was soft and fizzed.
“Can I believe that Lucas refused to ditch the championship game for your fantasy club, that could be rescheduled? Yeah,” Steve paraphrased, feeling Eddie sit slightly as he craned his head to get a better look at Steve.
“You’re on his side, aren’t you?” Eddie mumbled, discontent clear in his voice. Steve didn’t like it. He hummed and leaned down to place a chased kiss on Eddie’s lips.
“You’re not meant to be on his side,” Eddie grumbled, laying back down.
It was rare that the two disagreed. The disagreement had to be big enough to get a rise out of Steve, but if the situation called for it, he’d put his foot down.
“It’s a big deal for him,” Steve reasoned, watching Eddie’s jaw clench.
He’d gotten to know the boy well enough over the past few months. He knew what would come next. If he didn’t act soon, he’d have to sit through a monologue on the sanctity of the game and Lucas’ betrayal at having chosen sports over his friends. Steve didn’t mind the rants. He liked that Eddie was passionate. He did, but Eddie was right. Steve was on Lucas’ side.
“I know this is a big deal for you, too. Getting to the end of the game or whatever, but can’t you just do it another day? It’d mean the world to the kid,” Steve reasoned.
He knew by the rounding of Eddie’s shoulders and the elongated groan that escaped his lips that he’d won.
“Fine, I’ll postpone a week, but you owe me big time. Next date you’re paying.”
Steve didn’t argue. Hell, he liked paying for Eddie. The guy normally wouldn’t have a bar of it.
“Wipe that smug smile off your face, Harrington. I get to pick what we do. I’m going to drag you to the loudest concert this side of the Mississippi the first chance I get.”
Steve nodded, twisting Eddie’s fraying curl between his fingertips.
“In the meantime, I was thinking of heading to the game,” Steve proposed.
Eddie groaned. He knew Steve too well. He knew what was coming next.
“You’re going to drag my ass to the basketball game, aren’t you?”
Eddie sat, switching to the far side of the couch to show his displeasure at the idea. However, he threw his feet in Steve’s lap, so he knew they were okay.
He thought they were okay.
“Lucas will want you to be there.”
“You know we can’t actually go together without people talking,” Eddie noted as Steve drove his thumb into the heel of the boy’s foot absentmindedly.
“I don’t care,” Steve stated.
He meant it. He’d given up on trying to be Hawkins’ golden boy years before. He just wanted to be the type of person he could live with.
“Maybe I do,” Eddie spoke, stopping Steve cold.
Steve worried. He always goddamn worried. Yes, he was waiting for the day he lost someone he cared about to the hell dimension, but it was more than that. He also worried about mundane stuff, like Eddie waking up and deciding they were bullshit. He’d been so sure he and Nancy were in love up until the second she told him they weren’t. That was a blow he wasn’t sure he’d ever heal from.
He must have gone too quiet, sat stock, still in the growing silence. Eddie sat up and tugged at the hem of Steve’s shirt until he lay down beside him. The two were crushed uncomfortably close, side by side. Eddie’s knee was tucked between Steve’s legs. Eddie touched Steve’s face. It was something only he could get away with. If it were anyone else, he would hate it.
“Not what I meant,” Eddie spoke, implicitly knowing where Steve’s train of thought had headed.
“I just meant, I care because I know if any dick head in town had enough brain cells to put two and two together, we’d be screwed,” Eddie began, taking a deep breath. Steve settled back, bracing himself for the monologue.
“Your parents would kick you out. Then the town would try to run me out with pitchforks. I’m not saying we’ll never... you know. I’m just saying we’ve gotta be smart about it. When I’m done with high school and we save up enough money to have an escape plan for when things go to shit, then we can toss around the idea of going to stupid basketball games together.” Steve sighed but nodded, understanding Eddie’s point of view.
Sometimes Steve got sick of being cautious. He got sick of waiting for other people to change their minds about something that didn’t have anything to do with them. He’d had some good goddamn sense knocked into him. He wished someone would do the same for everyone else.
“We can hang out after the game. I’ve got something to do first, but I’ll swing around your place after ten.” Eddie proposed.
Steve didn’t ask what Eddie was doing. If Eddie wanted him to know, he would’ve told him, and despite Steve’s many hang-ups, he trusted Eddie as much as he could trust anyone.
“Ten works,” Steve agreed.
The afternoon faded. Steve left Eddie to go to the game. He watched with his gaggle of kids by his side, glancing down at Robin in the marching band when her high school crush took to the stage with a shit-eating grin. He wanted to be there with Eddie, but this was a good consolation. He was sure he’d have bruises on his side by morning from Dustin constantly elbowing him in the side every time Lucas got the ball.
He was so damn proud of Lucas for scoring the winning point. Though Steve would admit, he’d have been proud of the kid if they’d lost by a mile. He was learning what love was about, love without contingencies. Eddie, Robin and the kids were teaching him the lessons he’d never picked up from his parents.
He got back to his place around nine, took a shower and switched on a mindless T.V. re-run to fill the silence while he waited for Eddie. He was two episodes deep when he felt the familiar sensation of dread begin to well in the pit of his stomach.
Eddie was two hours late when Steve’s worry shifted to full-blown panic. He tried to tell himself everything was fine, that Eddie got caught up and he’d walk through the door any minute. He picked up his bat from beneath his bed and paced the halls like an animal in an enclosure.
It was three in the morning when Steve resigned himself to the fact that Eddie wasn’t coming. He called the Munsons at the god-awful hour of the night, hoping beyond hope that Eddie would pick up. He’d be pissed off at Steve for waking him up, but then he’d let him know what was going on.
He didn’t answer.
Maybe Steve had read things wrong. Maybe he and Eddie had a fight. They were fighting. That’s why Eddie hadn’t shown up.
He lay in bed until the light of morning thawed his bones and set him free from his wide-eyed, paralytic state of unrest. Instead of heading to work, he drove to the trailer park, swerving the Beamer off the dirt track as the blue lights painted the horizon. There was a swarm of cop cars parked outside Eddie’s trailer. Steve’s body moved of its own accord, rushing through the swarm of cops to find Wayne Munson smoking at the picnic benches, a nearly imperceptible tremor to his fingers.
Steve didn’t ask what happened. Not right away. His mind was full of worst-case scenarios, none of which could be true until they were spoken into existence. For now, everything was unknown. For now, there was a chance Eddie was safe. He let his legs buckle beneath him as he sat beside Wayne, wondering when he’d made a habit of having panic attacks with Munson men near picnic benches.
“Was Eddie with you last night?” Wayne asked between drags of the cigarette.
Steve shook his head.
Eddie had told Wayne about them. Steve had sat across the breakfast table from the man half a dozen times, but they’d never really talked without Eddie in the room.
“Was he meant to be?” With a defeated sigh, Steve nodded.
“What happened?” He asked, at last, tired of drawing out the inevitable.
“I came home from my shift and there was a body.” All the colour fell from Steve’s face.
“Not Eddie’s. Some girl. Cops are sayin’ they think he killed her. I reckon we both know that ain’t true.” Steve didn’t know what to do with that information. Eddie was alive.
He listened to Wayne describe the scene with a growing feeling of dread. He’d seen enough of the Upside Down to understand that an eyeless girl, broken and bent like a marionette puppet and a missing boy seemed like part of its M.O. He was late for work.
He needed to let Robin and the kids know what was going on. He skirted past the police and drove to the video store. His body was working on autopilot. To his surprise, Dustin and Max were already there.
He watched as a disgruntled Robin tried to shoo them from behind the register. Steve cleared his throat, hoping beyond hope that the kids didn’t notice the red rim of his eyes as he placed his hands on his hips.
“What the hell are you two doing? Shouldn’t you be at school?” He tried to play it off like it was any other day, as though he was fine. Robin’s watchful eyes let him know she saw right through him.
“We’re looking for places Eddie could hide.” Dustin breathed, stopping Steve in his tracks. He shut up and let them explain.
“We were thinking he could be at Reefer Rick’s place,” Max supplied after Dustin finished his tangent. Steve remained uncharacteristically quiet.
“Alright, well, quick. Get your shit, if we’re doing this.” Steve grumbled, sliding off his video store vest and leaving it on the counter. Eddie wasn’t dead. That was something.
“That’s great and all, Steve, but we still don’t know where the hell we’re going,” Dustin argued at Steve’s heels as the four rushed out into the parking lot.
“I know where he lives,” Steve supplied, catching the disbelieving look shared between Max and Dustin. He hadn’t told the kids about him and Eddie.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. It was complicated. Everything about him and Eddie felt complicated. He didn’t want them to be a secret, but it was a necessity to keep them both safe, to keep Eddie safe. He’d told Robin because he knew she was safe. She was an extension of himself. He couldn’t not tell Robin, but the rest of the party was still in the dark.
“I didn’t think you did drugs, Steve,” Dustin spoke sceptically as they piled into the car.
“I don’t do drugs... Put on your seatbelt, Henderson.”
“Then why do you know where a notorious drug dealer lives?” Dustin pushed.
“Seriously, kid. I’m not backing out until you’re buckled in,” Steve warned. Now was not the time to get a D.A.R.E. presentation.
“Steve, should I be worried?” Dustin asked as Max spoke up,
“Of course he does drugs. He’s at Eddie’s place all the time.”
Both Steve and Robin turned back to look at the girl with wide eyes. Of course, Steve should’ve realised Max saw his BMW parked outside the Munsons’ trailer. He hadn’t been thinking.
“What? I wasn’t going to say anything because we’re all going through shit,” Max elaborated as Dustin shot her a look of utter betrayal.
“I didn’t think you guys were... friendly. I didn’t think you liked him,” Dustin gaped, finally buckling up.
Steve tried to drive carefully, keeping his eyes on the road and the car under the speed limit, only sometimes succeeding.
“What makes you think I don’t like Eddie?” Steve asked, trying to keep his mind off the very real potential that Eddie had just been dragged into the world he’d never wanted him to be a part of.
Eddie kept trying to push for answers about what happened to Steve. He kept promising he’d give them to him when the time was right, but he could never bring himself to do it. Sometimes the best thing was to remain ignorant. All the same, Steve couldn’t lie to him either, so they’d remained in limbo.
“You always drop me off at Hellfire, but you never say ‘hi’ to the guy."
“I wave at him,” Steve reasoned.
“From the car, Steve. It’s antisocial.”
It wasn’t long before the group pulled up outside of Rick’s. Steve knew where Eddie would hide if he were there. He led the group to the boathouse, searching the place for any sign of the boy. That led to Steve blindly poking around in the dark with an ore and an odd sense of hope. All of which was thrown out the window the second a body sprung up from the darkness to shove him against a wall.
It happened too quickly for Steve to process. There was a weight holding him in place and a sharp pressure at his throat. It wasn’t until Dustin’s calls that Steve made out Eddie’s body in the dim light.
“Woah, Eddie. It’s me. It’s Dustin,” the kid called from behind them.
The rest of the world fell away as he met Eddie’s wide, panicked eyes. He was safe. Scared as hell, but safe. The broken bottle Eddie held at his throat dropped from his hand in an instant, as did the ore from Steve’s grasp.
“It’s Steve, Eddie.”
Recognition flashed across Eddie’s face and suddenly Steve was being crushed again, this time under the weight of Eddie’s arms. The boy clung onto Steve as a drowning man would cling to driftwood. He buried his face into the nape of Steve’s neck and inhaled deeply. Steve could feel Eddie’s heart pounding against his chest. He snaked a hand around to hold the back of Eddie’s neck, forcing the boy to look at him.
“Hey. You’re okay. Just breathe with me for a second, alright?” Steve spoke, echoing Eddie’s words from the first night the two had gotten together. He watched as the rapid rise and fall of Eddie’s chest slowed.
“That’s it,” Steve soothed.
“Stevie,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
“M’sorry I didn’t... I couldn’t go to your place, Steve. I wanted to,” Eddie continued, his hand having moved to grasp the fabric of Steve’s shirt.
“I didn’t... I didn’t know if it’d follow me. I don’t know what the hell happened, I... you won’t believe me,” He finished at last, resting his forehead against Steve’s.
It was slick with sweat but Steve didn’t care. The others in the room had fallen away entirely. There was only Eddie.
“I think I should probably talk to you about that thing we keep meaning to talk about,” Steve breathed, drawing circles in Eddie’s skin.
“Why now?” The boy asked, disbelievingly, a hysterical laugh slipping from his lips.
“Because no matter how crazy what you’re going to tell me sounds, I believe you.”
“Alright, anyone care to tell me what the hell is going on? I thought you two hated each other,” Dustin called, shattering the moment between them.
They pulled apart, though Eddie still kept his hand laced in Steve’s shirt while his hand migrated to the middle of Eddie’s back.
“Why would I hate my boyfriend?” Eddie breathed, clearly not thinking, hopped up on adrenaline.
“You’re what?” Dustin spoke, gawking open-mouthed at the boys.
Steve inhaled deeply, squeezed Eddie’s hip and levelled Dustin with his best, unimpressed glare, practically daring him to push on.
“That makes more sense,” Max muttered to herself as Dustin’s eyes continued to flicker between the two.
“Shut your mouth, Henderson. You’ll catch flies. We’ve got more pressing issues here,” Steve muttered, trying to work out how exactly he could explain everything to Eddie.
“I thought you were secretly dating Robin, not Eddie. What the hell, man? Neither of you told me,” Dustin pushed forward while Robin snorted, her nose scrunching at the idea.
“Really not the time, Henderson,” Eddie confirmed, his fingers worrying away at Steve’s shirt.
“That’s not fair. You’re not meant to be on his side, dude,” Dustin remarked.
“Can we all just focus for two seconds? Eddie, what happened last night at your trailer?” Steve questioned, somehow managing to wrangle the group back to the task at hand.
Steve knew by Eddie’s deep breath and trembling fingers what he was about to say. The world Steve had tried to protect the boy from had come to find him anyway. Now all Steve would do was be there to hold his hand as they walked through whatever hell the Upside Down had to offer.
Steve would keep him safe. Steve would always keep Eddie safe, no matter what.
#steddie drabble#steddie#multipost fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#wayne munson#bi steve harrington#back by popular demand#stranger things#stranger things 4#kinda a fix it#season 4 retelling#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#ficlet#Metalhoops writes
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˗ˏˋ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬 <𝟑
Promise to make me look like a rockstar? - @mushroom-writes
opposites attract - @spiderl0rd
eddie munson giving you his ring - @f4irydaydreams
Eddie Munson Sleep Headcanons - @peterparkersnose
Blurb <3 - @mad-elia
Cool as hell - @mad-elia
jealousy is a good look on you - @sapphicwren
The Metal Head and the Material Girl - @loveronlineee
Made for loving you - @metroiras
Blurb <3 - @marvelsswansong
my pretty little secret. - @eddiemunsonsbaby
Who the hell - @k4g3hika
Don't tell Steve - @chaoticvigilantes
something sweeter - @luveline
Eddie letting u colour his tattoos - @luveline
Goo-Goo Eyes - @milkxcheese
Confession - @honeymunson
My Hero - @mayfieldsqueen
Prized Possession - @kaylawritesfics
Quite The Gentleman - @steviebears
My Badass Girlfriend - @luna-writes-stuff
You and Eddie are like parents to Dustin - @unlikelyempathpruneauthor
morning newspapers & fresh coffee - @marvelsswansong
prom queen - @masterofmunson
Hard to Love - @steviebears
gossiping boyfriend - @p3terparker
I've got my eye on you - @fraeira
#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie the freak munson#eddie munson fix it fic#stranger things spoilers#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x reader#stranger things 4#netflix#steve harrington smut#dustin henderson#robin buckley#stranger things cast#steddie#stranger things season four#fanfiction reccomendations#fluff#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson recs#max mayfield#eddie munson imagine
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dab and evan’s journey (so far)
#oops apparently it's 'hubbies' and not 'bubbies'. fixed it now <3#dan and phil#daniel howell#danisnotonfire#amazingphil#phil lester#danandphilgames#dpgdaily#phan#dnp gifs#my gifs#gamingmas#gamingmas2023#compilation#THE GAY WEDDING - Dan and Phil play The Sims 4: Season 2 (6)
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Wanted to practice drawing her face but got carried away a bit. I don’t think that it counts as a fake screenshot though because I was still using my usual brush
#transformers#transformers animated#tfa#tf art#tfa art#tfa season 4#tfa swiftstorm prime#yeah I deleted most of old posts with her because the way I used to draw her was unsatisfying to look at#but now I think I finally got it#there is another doodle which works as a fake screenshot#might post it once I fix some stuff#grr this woman makes me feel feelings
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Happy Pride month everyone B*) Allow me to reveal a little behind the scenes detail behind my Banner and Icon. Love was always winning <3
#I don't know what to tag this one to be honest#probably a#delete later#I have made a solemn promise that any icon and banner for this blog must be done in a pair. They Cannot Be Separated.#They have had too much of that already#But yes; they have always been together on the same canvas#they originally were just barley not holding hands so I fixed it <3 love wins#I'm hoping to change them out every new season I start so these guys are probably in their last month of life B'*)#can you believe wwx used to have different bangs? blasphemy#Once again throwing out meta content so I can make up for the fact I am running on fumes#starting out pride month by engaging in another sin (sloth (I slept for more than my usual 4-5 hours (this blog functions on insomnia)))#comic tomorrow cause the next batch is 90% done I literally just ran out of time.#I'm in a toxic relationship with The Grind but in a homoromantic/erotic way.#We (the grind and I) would have long metas written about how we are bad lgbtq rep and spark heated debate within the community.
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If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too? Part 15
I am seriously enjoying how much you all love my Mrs Harrington. She is so fun to write. And while we aren’t there yet, she absolutely will go for Mr Harrington’s jugular. She’s been building a case for five years. She’s going to bury him. :D
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Steve sat at the fanciest restaurant in town in just his jeans and a polo shirt. He felt a little out of place, but he knew if it really bothered him, he could change in the restroom.
“I’m sorry, Steven,” Mrs Harrington began. “I had been finding out so many horrible things about your father over the last few years and to learn that he kept your injuries from me as well? That was the final straw.”
Steve grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. “You didn’t know. Hell, I didn’t know either. I think he was trying to keep us apart.”
Mrs Harrington sighed. “You’re probably right. Because if we compared notes...” she trailed off.
“Then we would be able figure out what a douchebag he was sooner,” Steve agreed.
Mrs Harrington laughed. “So your father was telling me you were seeing someone new.”
Steve blushed. “Yeah, it’s very new. We went to a concert in Indy last weekend and ended up realizing we both felt that same.”
“That’s so sweet,” Mrs Harrington cooed. “What’s her name?” Steve blushed harder and deeper and she cocked her head knowingly. “Or his?”
Steve’s head shot up and his jaw dropped. “What?”
She covered his hand with her other hand. “Darling, your father might be an ignoramus but I am not. I was one the few DAs in the state that were fighting to get rid of the sodomy laws in Indiana.” She tilted her head and smiled. “Plus you clearly had a crush on John Travolta.”
Steve sputtered. “Really?”
“Oh yes,” Mrs Harrington said. “You had to have your hair just like his in that musical he did with Olivia Newton John.”
“Oh god,” Steve muttered. “I do remember that. And here I was thinking it was a new thing. Something that only came about because of him.”
Mrs Harrington smiled warmly at her son. “Tell me all about this boy.”
And so Steve did.
“He sounds wonderful my darling,” she said once he was done. “Would you have gone to his house tonight if I hadn’t joined you?”
Steve nodded. “Or my best friend Robin.”
“Boy or girl?” Mrs Harrington asked.
And so Steve launched into Robin, which of course led to the kids and then still being friends with Nancy and Jonathan.
“Sounds like you were building a life for yourself,” she said gently, “while I was building a divorce case against your father. I’m sorry I wasn’t there, love. But I promise to be from now on.”
Steve nodded, fighting back tears. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too.”
They finished their dinner and Mrs Harrington paid the bill. “Do you mind if I borrow your car for tonight until I can get mine out of storage tomorrow?”
Steve shook his head. “I don’t work tomorrow so that should be fine.”
She smiled brightly at him. “Where would you prefer I drop you off, Eddie’s or Robin’s?”
Steve blushed. “Would–would you like to meet Eddie?”
“Yes!” she said jumping up and down. “Of course I would!”
Steve jutted his thumb at the payphones. “I’m going to call him so you don’t give him a heart attack.”
“Fair enough.”
Steve waited as the phone rang, his heart in his hand. His mom wanted to meet his boyfriend.
“Hello?”
“Eddie?” Steve asked.
“Stevie!” Eddie greeted. “Hey, you need me to come get you?”
“No, but I will need a place to stay,” Steve explained. “Can I stay at yours?”
“Of course you can,” Eddie agreed. “I’ll just make the bed in the spare room.” He paused for a second. “Steve...I have a spare room...”
Steve’s heart soared. “Yes, you do, babe.” He chuckled when he heard his boyfriend giggle on the other end. “Uh...there is one thing you should know before I get there though.”
“What that, sweetheart?”
“He kicked both of us out,” Steve whispered.
“Both?” Eddie asked. “...Your mom, too?”
Steve nodded even though he knew Eddie couldn’t see. “Yeah, um... apparently he didn’t tell her all the times I got hurt.”
“Holy shit. Does she need some place to stay too? I mean you can share my bed and she can have the spare room.”
“That’s sweet of you, Eds,” Steve said. “But she has some place to stay. She had been planning on divorcing my dad for a while so...because she’s Allison Harrington she had a escape route ready.”
“Wow.”
Steve took a deep breath and let out slow.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Eddie asked. “Are you okay?”
“She wants to meet my boyfriend.”
There was silence on the line for so long that Steve worried the line went dead. “Eddie?” he said, his voice starting to quiver.
“Boyfriend,” Eddie repeated. “She knows it’s a boy?”
“Yeah, she guessed when I told her I was seeing someone,” Steve admitted shyly.
“Wow,” Eddie breathed. “And you told her about me?”
“Of course I did,” Steve said with a sigh of relief. “So would it be okay if you met her?”
“Yes!” Eddie said. “Of course, Stevie.”
“I’ll be there soon, love,” Steve said.
“Bye, babe.”
Steve hung up the phone and went out to meet his mom.
She cupped his cheek. “Everything all right, sweetie?”
Steve nodded. “It was just a shock. When I speak of you and dad, it’s, it’s not...”
“Flattering?” she asked softly.
He shook his head. “I mean it’s most Dad and I did use you as a reference for both my jobs, but...”
“But I haven’t been around.”
“Yeah.” Steve hung his head.
“It’s nothing to worry about,” she said. “I understand. Besides it’ll be more fun this way.”
Steve looked up at her in confusion.
“I get to surprise them!” she said gleefully.
Steve laughed. “You’ll certainly do that.”
*
The drive to the Munsons’ new house was filled with laughter and stories.
“He thought it was a regular dog,” Steve was saying. “Until it ate his cat.”
“Oh no!” Mrs Harrington said through her giggles. “That poor cat.”
“Yeah,” Steve agreed, a bright smile on his face when they pulled up to the house.
“There’s going to be boxes and shit everywhere because they’re still moving in,” he warned her as they got his luggage out of the trunk.
She smiled brightly. “I’m in no place to judge anyone’s housekeeping. As they have one and I don’t. Well, not yet anyway.”
They walked up to the door and knocked.
Uncle Wayne opened the door. “Won’t you come in?” As he led them to the front room, he called, “Eddie! Your boy is here!”
Steve blushed. Apparently Eddie had already told him about his mom knowing about them.
Eddie came thundering down the stairs. He had clearly put some effort into his appearance. His hair was a little damp from a shower and his clothes were clean. He still wore his ripped jeans and the band t-shirt from last weekend. His feet were barefoot but it was his own house.
“Stevie!” Eddie said happily as he bounded into the room.
Steve went over and picked up his boyfriend and spun him around. Eddie giggled.
“Put me down!” Eddie shrieked.
Steve let him slide down in his arms and gave him a deep kiss. “Hey, sunshine.”
“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured and kissed him softly. “Do you want to introduce me to your mom?”
Steve let him go, but grabbed his hand as they walked over to her.
“Mom,” he began shyly. “This is my boyfriend, Eddie Munson and his uncle, Wayne.”
Mrs Harrington smiled. “It’s nice to meet you both. I’m Allison Harrington.”
“She’s pretty,” Eddie said. “Now I know where you get your good looks from.”
Steve and Mrs Harrington laughed.
She shrugged. “Eh, his father’s good looks was his only redeeming feature. But thank you.”
Eddie laughed. “At least he has one.”
“His only one,” she agreed. “And his biggest curse, unfortunately.”
“Would you like a drink before you go?” Wayne asked. “I don’t think we’ve got much other than beer if you want something stronger than soda or water.”
She shook her head. “I really need to get going. I have so much to do and not a lot of time to do it in.”
Mrs Harrington kissed Steve on the cheek. “We’ll meet up for lunch and I’ll give you the car back then, okay?”
“Sure thing, Mom.”
As she turned to leave, she called out over her shoulder. “Bring Eddie and your best friend, too. I’d like to meet her.”
Steve laughed. “She’ll be there!”
She waved and was out the door.
“Holy shit,” Eddie breathed.
“Holy shit,” Steve agreed.
*
“Edmond Joseph Munson,” Robin said, coming to a dead stop about fifteen feet from the table Steve was waiting for them at. “Why is the most beautiful woman in the world sitting with Steve?”
Eddie chuckled. “Isn’t she just gorgeous? Come on, so you can meet her.”
Robin opened her mouth to say no, but squawked when Eddie grabbed her wrist and dragged her over to the table.
Eddie leaned over a pressed a kiss to her cheek. “It’s good to see you again,” he murmured and sat down next to Steve.
“Oooh,” she said gleefully. “I like this one. So polite. You can keep him.”
Steve laughed. “Was going to happen with or without your permission.”
She cocked her head to the side and then nodded. “Good.” She smiled up at Robin who had gone completely red. “You must be Robin. Steven has told me all about you. Every word not spent on Eddie is spent on you.”
Robin smacked Steve. “What do you mean I’m second? I deserve better than that! I’m your Platonic soulmate with a capital P. One week. One week is all it took for me to replaced.” She sighed dramatically.
The woman leaned forward and stage whispered, “Is she always this exuberant?”
Steve laughed. “No.” Robin preened. “Sometimes she’s worse.”
“Hey!” Robin protested. She sat down in a huff.
“Robin this is my mom, Allison Harrington,” Steve said with a small smile.
“Oh!” she said. “Wow, yeah. Hi.” She looked over at Steve. “You never told me your mom was gorgeous.”
Steve cocked his head to the side. “Doesn’t every little boy think his mom is the prettiest woman in the world?” Allison blushed. “I don’t think you would have believed me.”
Robin thought about it for a moment and then nodded. “Fair.”
They got talking and everything just clicked. Steve watched as his favorite people in the world got on like a house on fire. He didn’t think he would have this. Hell, he didn’t think he would survive the final push against the Upside Down, either.
He had a future. And wasn’t that just grand.
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Kate really said, "I can fix him," and proceeded to make him worse.
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could I request smut of best friend Robin coming across photos of reader and Eddie sending one another nudes 😱 then later on reader and Robin sext?
eddies girl- r.b./e.m
thank you sm for requesting babes!
I changed it bc I am very picky abt my modern aus, but there are definitely still nudes and this is way better than sexting.
ignore the use of time period inaccurate toys!
disclaimer that there are no relations between eddie and robin! (if anyone tries to argue with me about robins sexuality, prepare to have a molotov cocktail thrown in your window ♡)
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robin had know she was fucked from the moment she saw you punch a russian in the face during summer of 85'.
she'd known she was even more fucked the moment she pulled open eddies nightstand in search of a song to save nancy.
before she could even move her eyes to the contents of the drawer, eddie had started screaming and running toward her. the tapes were forgotten from both of her hands when she gazed down to see god knows how many photos of one of her best friends in such... compromising positions.
if it hadn't been for steves screams to hurry up, and eddies pointed yet still terrified stare- she thinks she would have laughed from the shock of it all. because if she was a little more perverted (and a lot less rushed) it would have been like striking gold to her.
she can't deny to herself how many times she'd thought about the small glimpse she'd had. once everyone was safe, and eddie and max had been released from the hospital, it was all she had thought about for days. she'd barely left her room. every time her eyes closed, she saw it. saw you. tied up to your headboard, eddies hellfire shirt bunched up over your tits, and his hands pressing on your stomach. your head thrown back in ecstacy.
and with the sight came the questions. would you ever, in a million years or another lifetime let her touch you like that? what would you sound like? do want to fuck eddie as much as he talks about wanting to fuck you?
now her thighs are clenching together in the dusk surrounding the lake. she feels like a preteen boy, about to blow her load in her jeans while you moan along with joan jett to cherry bomb.
how could she not? your eyes are glassy and bloodshot, smoke falling from your nose. your black bathing suit leaves nothing of your body shape to the imagination. but most of all, even in the low light she can see the dark hickies on your skin.
"she's so fucking perfect, isn't she?" eddie muses softly, his knee bumping her own. guilt immediately fills her being when she looks back at him. even though his skin is covered in harsh scars, and there's a fear lurking in his eyes, he smiles as he watches you.
he loves you.
and you love him.
"to the ends of the earth, teddy" you had whispered in the back of steves car while begging him to hang on.
"i- I mean yeah, sure-" she stumbles on her words, sure shes been caught staring for too long.
"cool it, buckley." he smirks, turning his gaze to her. "I know you want to fuck my girlfriend, there's no reason to freak out."
"I don't!" she blurts, probably a little too loudly when you and steve turn back to look at her.
"shut up rob," he laughs, smacking her shoulder. "I know you have a shitty sleep schedule, and you have work tomorrow. so me and the succubus are gonna head home."
"dick" you grit, reaching up to slap his ass harshly as he stands.
why the fuck is he covering for her right now?
she's seen how possessive eddie can get, even before his escapades in an alternate dimension. since then, they'd only increased tenfold.
"we'll finish this conversation later." he murmurs, leaning down and feigning a kiss goodbye on the top of her head.
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"-and she's lovin' him with that body, I just know it. and he's holding her in his arms late-late at night-"
robin groans, throwing her head back against the headrest of steves passenger seat. "alright, sorry springfield. I can't handle you tonight."
she reaches to turn down the radio, causing steve to fake a moan of agony.
"shit, robin. is this y/n. again?" he asks, glancing at her pitifully.
"yes, again." she snaps. "it's like she knows exactly how to work her way into the most minute crevices of my brain" she explains exaggeratedly with her hands.
much to her annoyance, steve just chuckles.
"and eddie knows-" she looks at him, finally allowing her fear to show through. she knows that some point, eddie had threatened a guy within an inch of his life, all because he heard from someone who heard from someone else that the guy had a crush on you.
she did not feel like having eddie threaten to put a pipe bomb in her mailbox. or whatever deranged shit came out of his mouth.
"and how would he know?" steve asks skeptically.
because all I do is stare at her boobs,
or because I stole one of her shirts,
maybe even because sometimes I wake myself up moaning her name in my sleep.
"I don't know." she lies. straight through fucking teeth. "but he told me he knows."
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"alright, I'll be back in a few." you huff, grabbing eddies keys so that you could pick up steve and some take out. "love you, bubba" you hum, pressing a short kiss to eddies lips that makes robin painfully aware of being the third wheel.
"love you too." he smiles blissfully as he watches you walk out the door. it takes less than a second for him to turn back to her, cheshire grin upturning his lips. "let's get down to business-"
he wiggles his brows at her, causing her to roll her eyes. "and what would that be, edward?" she snaps, looking anywhere but his face. she knows that if she looks at him too long, she'll become a sobbing, apologizing mess.
"well, all three of us are off thursday." he shrugs. "and wayne is going out with some fishing buddies-" he smirks, biting his lip as he leans toward her.
"that means y/n and I are gonna have that new, big nda money house all to ourselves... unless of course you wanna come over?"
and she can see it vividly now, playing behind her eyelids. she's not stupid. she nows eddie fucked you on every surface of the new place after you'd bought it with your hush money.
it's a nice place, a really nice place actually. it's no harrington mansion, but you have eddie have a big plush bed on the second floor.
she wonders what it'd be like, to fuck you the king size bed you share with your boyfriend.
"and what would happen if I did come over?" she bites the bullet, looking skeptically at eddie. she almost wishes she hadn't when she sees the victorious look on eddies face.
"well y'know, it's not like I've put too much thought to it-" he laughs, eyes lost in thought as he absent-mindedly picks at the couch. "but you probably come in and find her tied to one of the kitchen chairs, wand buzzing against her puffy clit and begging someone to fill her up."
and she can almost hear it then, the loud buzzing and your whines for him.
no, for her.
"and of course I'd be mean, tell her no. and you'd get to play the hero, making her cum over and over on your pink cock."
there's a burning in her stomach, and she almost cries out when she clenches her thighs.
"god robin, she gets so wet for you. I make her tell me about how she wants your fingers inside and your tits in her face when im fucking her."
and she can't suppress it then, a soft moan pulling from her throat. she pulls her knees under her chin, peering up at him through teary eyes. he smiles, almost warmly as he claps a hand on her shoulder.
"so come over, or don't. s'up to you darlin'."
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her hands are shakey as she reaches to close the mirror on the visor, letting out a huff of anxiety.
"you're really gonna do this?" steve ask, pulling her out of her thoughts.
"I guess so, and if it's horrible I'll call you when you're on break and make you come pick me up." she shrugs, looking back out the window.
"It's not gonna be horrible, rob." steve states, even though he knows very well that his is definitely out of her comfort zone.
she's so lost in her own head that she barely notices when he stops the car in the driveway.
"oh god-" she murmurs softly, gazing at the front door.
"It's just eddie and y/n, you'll be okay." he promises, reaching out a squeezing her hand.
the walk to the door feels endless on her trembling legs. she almost can bring herself to knock when she finally reaches it. but she does.
"It's open!" she hears eddie call from inside.
before she even has the door all the way open, she hears you cry out.
"eddie, please." you beg, hands fisting your binds and hips trying to wiggle away from the vibrations. it's a fruitless effort, only adding stimulation to your swollen cunt.
your beautiful. it's a simple thought, and the first thing that occurs to her as she stares into the the living room.
she thinks that eddie must have the self control of a god, being able to write nerd shit in his notebook while you're tied up and jerking around like that right in front of him.
"god eddie, please make it stop." you pant, body slumping and pushing your clit into the toy harder.
he only smiles, reaching out and turning it up a setting. you practically scream, head falling back and making her knees feel weak.
"come torture her a bit, buckley." he smiles at her. "lose the clothes on the way." he hums, going back to his notebook.
and she's waited so long to see you like this that she obeys without a second thought, striping down to her underwear and sitting beside him on the couch.
from here, she can see all of you. you're chest is heaving so hard it makes your tits bounce. there's visible tremors running through your belly. and your cunt, fuck. it's leaking everywhere and your puffy clit is twitching against the head of the wand.
"r-robin-" you choke, voice broken. "please make it stop?" you you beg, tear filled eyes pleading at her.
"oh y/n." she hums, reaching out to wipe the tear tracks from your cheeks. you push into her touch, and jerk a second later when eddie flicks the handle of the wand.
"make her cum." he says, relaxing back into the couch with his arms behind his head.
"how?" she asks, not able to tear her gaze from your clenching hole.
he sits up wordlessly, reaching for the clasp of her bra. he stops, eyes asking for permission. she nods, and seconds later the material is falling from her chest.
the sound you make is strangled, wanting nothing more than to feel the hard buds of her nipples against your tongue.
"do whatever feels right?" eddie shrugs.
and so she does, standing from the couch and pulling down her panties. your whining, body keening toward hers as you watch her undress.
she can help herself, hands caressing your face and she guides it so that your chin rests on her sternum.
it almost feel natural as she moves her hands to the sides of her breasts, pushing them and effectively smashing you between them.
and she giggles, fucking giggles, as you sob into her skin.
"can I kiss her?" she asks shyly, looking over her shoulder at eddie.
"you can do whatever the fuck you want to her, robin" he grins.
the next thing you know, her mouth is on yours, her tongue running along yours. you don't even notice her moving, so consumed by her mouth. she drops on your lap, folds warm and wet against your legs as her hand wraps around your neck.
"f-fuck" you cry into her mouth when she squeezes slightly.
and then she's in a daze, hips rocking against your mound and causing you to thrust into the vibe.
you take her tit into your mouth, nearly biting at her nipple and making her moan.
"oh fuck, that's it y/n" she gasps, hands tugging your hairs.
"go on and cum for her, baby." eddie encourages, reaching out and squeezing you knee.
it's euphoria as you let go. cunt clenching and feeling your pulse everywhere. your deaf to your owns screams of pleasure, deaf to both of their praising words. it's just wave after wave of bliss.
when you come to, the wand is clicked off. your head is resting on robins shoulder and her hands are rubbing soothing circles on your back.
"come on, princess. buckley isn't done with you yet." he hums, beginning to untie you.
"your getting payback for that teasing." you threaten, making robin laugh.
"oh yeah, and how is that?" he smirks.
"when is steves next day off?" you smile devilishly up at robin.
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Season 5 fixit (in advance :’))
improvement i think :)
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