#Erica's has a hair clip

[sarcasticassian]

Eddie finds out Steve loves "the teddy bears" from Star Wars so he buys him an Ewok stuffed toy he sees in a random shop one day and Steve loves it, he was so excited when he realised what it was and he calls it Teddy, named after Eddie but also because its a teddy bear and Eddie is feeling pleased with himself until they're round at Steve's and Dustin finds it

Eddie thinks Dustin is about to make fun of Steve but instead he kicks up a fuss that he introduced Steve to the Ewoks and he loves them just as much as Steve does and Eddie can see Steve reluctantly gearing up to offer Teddy to Dustin so Eddie swoops in and says he'll get one for Dustin too

Robin happens to be around when Eddie manages to hand one over to Dustin and she sees Dustin squeeze his to his chest and Steve had brought Teddy down to the living room because they were all going to watch Star Wars together and she half joking demands to know where hers is so Eddie sighs and agrees to head back to the store tomorrow

He hands over Robin's stuffed Ewok and before Erica can even open her mouth to complain about how the rest of the Scoops Troop has their own Ewoks so where's hers Eddie presents one to her and announces that nobody else will be getting one because his wallet is empty so they are a Scoops Troop exclusive

whenever they hang out as a group at Steve's or Eddie's their Ewoks sit in a little line all together and they had to get little accessories so they always knew who's was who's after Robin accidentally took Teddy one day and Steve nearly had a meltdown

#Erica's has a hair clip #Robin's has a scrunchie #Claudia made Dustin's a little cap #and Steve says Teddy doesn't need an accessory #but when Eddie accidentally gets two of a patch for his new battle jacket #Steve messily sews it onto Teddy's head scarf poncho thing #scoops troop #steddie #henderfam #steveddie #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #dustin henderson #erica sinclair

[seepy-sucker]

I can’t stop thinking about Steve getting jealous of Eddie’s hair and is volume and deciding to just “fuck it” and let it grow out.

At first it’s an absolute mess because that boy never thought he might want it any longer so he goes to the library (gets lost in the plant section) and looks up how to care for longer hair. The first person to even notice that Steve’s hair is longer is Robin and she freaks out.

Steve is extremely self conscious about the fact that her voice has gone up an octave, which means she’s overexcited or overly confused. Robin manages to catch the hurt look in Steve’s eyes and quickly reassures him that he looks wonderful.

After the ordeal of Robin realizing that Steve actually looks great with hair mussing around his face, she decides that she is the one who will decide how his hair is cut (and eventually coloured).

Steve let’s her trim it into an extremely fluffy style, hanging loosely at the nape of his neck and framing his bambi-ish eyes. When Robin finally allows Steve to see his hair he sort of just stares for a moment, which has Robin rushing to say ‘if he hates it then they can get it fixed at a salon’ but he just stares.

When he finally comes to he squishes Robin in a hug and promptly parades around the living room, ploof of hair dangling just past his eyebrows. Robin laughs wetly, shoving him for worrying her and Steve role his eyes before lunging out of the room to fetch his sweater again, middle fingers poking out of the door as he darts off, Robin bounding after him shouting insults she doesn’t mean.

#stranger things hc #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #stobin friendship #stranger things incorrect quotes #he has one of those really fluffy in the front haircuts #longer than the one he has now #he proceeds to let Robin cut his hair every time #he also most certainly wears the little butterfly clips that were popular #and stickers on his face if Robin or Erica says to

[libraryofgage]

PJO Steddie Four

One | Two | Three

I am once again posting hfjkds

Anyway! Here's the next PJO AU! We get to see some interactions between Steve and some goddesses, some more hints at El's parent, and some Steddie at the end

Stick around to the very end for a meme!

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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Five Weeks Before Meeting Eddie

Steve and the kids are spread out across a department store in Pennsylvania when he, Lucas, and Erica run into the most aesthetically pleasing woman any of them have ever seen. Her face is almost otherworldly, and Steve can't find any blemishes or imperfections in her dark skin. Her hair is a perfect afro, bouncy and decorated with little heart-shaped clips made of real gemstones, the kind of style Erica keeps trying for but always falls short of. She's wearing a short dress; it's orange, flows nicely around her knees, and is paired with white wedges.

The sight of her strikes all of them a little dumb, too distracted by appreciating her beauty to wonder why she seemed to show up out of nowhere. To their credit, Erica and Steve manage to avert their gazes when the woman's eyes glance over them. Lucas, however, continues to stare, his head tilted and his brows furrowed in thought before he lights up with recognition.

"Mom!" he exclaims, dropping the windbreaker in his hands. He smiles brightly as he rushes over, stopping just short of running into the woman. "What are you doing here?"

The woman, who Steve now realizes is Aphrodite, smiles at Lucas with a genuine warmth that relaxes him a little. "Hello, dear," she says, her voice clear and soothing as she cups Lucas's cheek and tilts his head up. "You're looking lively."

"I've been having a lot of fun," he tells her. Lucas then looks over his shoulder and waves Erica and Steve over. "This is Steve. He's been protecting us."

Erica rushes over ahead of Steve, not bothering to hold herself back from hugging Aphrodite's waist like Lucas. She buries her face in her mother's dress as the hug is returned. "I haven't seen you in years," Aphrodite says, pulling back enough to crouch in front of Erica and study her. "You've been growing so well."

"Do you like my hair?" Erica asks, showing a rare childish side as she gestures to her afro-puffs. "Steve helped!"

And this seems to be Steve's cue to introduce himself. When Aphrodite looks up and stands, he smiles politely and nods to her. "Hi, nice to meet you," he says, wondering if he's being too informal. The other goddesses he's met didn't seem to mind, though, and Aphrodite's smile reassures him.

"And you as well, Steve. Thank you for looking after my children all this time," she says, placing one hand on Erica's head and the other on Lucas's shoulder. "I've heard about you from the other goddesses and just had to see what the fuss was about."

"There's a fuss?" Steve asks. He's not sure it's such a good thing for the gods on Olympus to be talking about him. "All good, I hope."

"Good enough," Aphrodite says, her smile dimming slightly as she takes a deep breath. She looks down at Erica and Lucas. "Why don't you two go find something nice? It'll be a gift from me."

Lucas doesn't immediately understand what she means, but Erica does. She nods once and grabs Lucas's hand. "C'mon, I wanna look at the video games," she says, dragging him along.

Once they're out of earshot, Aphrodite looks at Steve. Her smile has become polite. "I truly am grateful that you've been taking care of them," she says, and Steve starts to get a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, "but I must ask that you take them back to their father."

"What? Why?" Steve asks, frowning slightly.

Aphrodite sighs and crosses her arms loosely. "Several reasons, really," she says. "You attract monsters, Steve. I mean, you are his child. Lucas and Erica were safe at home, surrounded by human children and their human father. Not to mention, your...sister."

Steve tenses, his nerves on edge with just one word. "What about my sister?" he asks, narrowing his eyes slightly. There isn't much he can do against a goddess, but he isn't scared to fight one for any of the kids, especially his sister.

"Well, I'm sure she's a very nice girl," Aphrodite starts, her voice soft and placating, but it doesn't change the anger her words incite. "But that doesn't change the danger my children are in because of her."

Knowing where this was going does nothing to quell the anger that simmers in Steve at her words. "My sister is not a danger to anybody," he says. Then he considers the words and adds, "Well, she's only a danger to the people who threaten her and her loved ones, which includes your children."

Aphrodite sighs once more, her bottom lip jutting out just slightly in what Steve knows should be a sympathetic pout, but it just comes across as patronizing. "She cannot control her powers. One slip-up, and my children ar--"

"She doesn't slip up," Steve says, interrupting Aphrodite, "El, of all people, is the most aware of herself." He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself when he feels the anger crackling under his skin. Too much more and the sky will start to cloud over with thunder and lightning. "I get your concerns, but El isn't a danger."

He looks up at Aphrodite in time to see her frown, and even that expression is beautiful on her. "It doesn't matter how self-aware she is. Slipping is inevitable, and she will face my wrath if my children are hurt. That is a promise, Steve."

If Steve has learned anything from reading myths, it's that he shouldn't anger the gods, and he especially shouldn't anger the goddesses. But now El has been threatened. His sister, one of his kids, has been threatened. So, you know, he can probably be forgiven for what he says next.

"If you touch El or any of the other kids, I swear to the gods, I will make your fit over the golden apple look like a tadpole's temper tantrum," he says, his voice low as he glares at Aphrodite.

He watches as her shoulders rise, leaning back slightly, and her expression morphs into something mixed between angry and dumbfounded. "Did you just threaten me?" she asks.

Steve sees the question for what it is: a chance to take back his words and pretend they never happened. All things considered, it's generous and unexpected from a goddess. Steve doesn't actually care, though. "Yeah, I did. Those kids are under my care, even if they are little shits most of the time. I've fought for them and almost died for them multiple times. Anything that wants to hurt one of them has to go through me, whether that's monsters or gods. So, don't threaten them, because I'd hate to fight you in front of Lucas or Erica."

In the silence that follows, bland pop music plays over the department store's speakers, reminding Steve of where they are. He really just threatened Aphrodite in the middle of Macy's. Well, at least this will be a fun story to tell later.

"Well," Aphrodite finally says, sniffing once and looking down at Steve, "your arrogance is familiar." She lets that dig about Steve's godly parent rest between them for a few seconds. "Fine. I hope neither of us will ever have to act on our threats."

"Yeah. Me, too," Steve says, that anger starting to calm to a subtle buzz.

Aphrodite nods once. "The others were right about you. You are entertaining, and I can...respect your protectiveness regarding the children. I don't like you, though."

"I'll be honest, the feeling is mutual right now."

Their gazes hold for a few more seconds before Aphrodite nods once more in acknowledgment. Steve's anger fully settles then, disappearing until the next time his emotions start to stir. "I'm going to accompany Lucas and Erica for a while and get them some new clothes. I'll send them to you when we're done," she says, turning on her heel and walking in the direction that Erica pulled Lucas before Steve can respond.

He watches her leave, a frown tugging at his lips before he sighs. That meeting didn't go great, but it definitely could have been worse. Steve turns and goes to find El, needing to reassure himself that she's safe before he can completely relax.

----

Eddie gets to see Steve's favor with the goddesses in action on the second day of driving. The kids are starting to argue more than talk, and Eddie will admit that he needs to stretch his legs, so Steve agrees that it's time to stop and find a hotel.

"Can we get one with a pool?" Max asks, having to shout from the back row of seats to make sure Steve hears her.

Steve glances at her in the rearview mirror before sighing. "Yeah, I guess we can try," he says, quickly returning his gaze to the road before clearing his throat. The kids all quiet down, and the van is silent for the first time in hours. "Uh, Hestia, if you've got the time, I'd appreciate some guidance to a place we can stay for the night. The kids would like one with a pool, but just a place where we can sleep safely would be great."

Eddie has heard plenty of demigods pray before, but he thinks this is the most casually genuine one he's ever heard. When they drive past a few exit signs without any change, Eddie starts to suggest Steve try again with a more, well, reverential tone. But then the van's blinker suddenly switches on, and the kids cheer. Steve snorts at their reaction as he follows the blinker's direction and takes the next exit ramp off the highway.

"What the fuck," Eddie mutters, staring as the blinker continues to signal the turns Steve should take until they're pulling into a hotel parking lot.

The sign in front of the building announces it as "Hearth and Home" in cursive letters. The hotel itself is four stories tall and looks like a giant cottage. A few cars are in the parking lot, and Eddie can somehow tell this place is some kind of passion project for someone who doesn't have to worry about money.

After Steve pulls into a spot outside the hotel and shuts the car off, he turns in his seat and looks at the kids. "What are the rules?" he asks, his tone firm and leaving no room for jokes.

"Don't talk to strangers," El says.

"Don't talk at all while you're checking us in and out," Will adds.

"Stick together and stay in sight," Lucas says.

"Cough twice if we sense a monster nearby," Erica says.

"No fighting," Max says, already starting to shift closer to the doors.

"And if anyone asks," Dustin starts.

"We're traveling to meet family one state over," Mike finishes.

Steve nods once and opens his door. That seems to be the signal the kids were waiting for because they immediately scramble out of their seats. Eddie hops out and walks over to Steve, watching the kids climb out as he asks, "What's up with the rules?"

"Well, I'm a young guy traveling with seven kids. Most hotels are hesitant to give me rooms, and they'll straight up lie about being full if the kids are rowdy. We also need a system in place if one of them realizes a monster is around. And saying we're meeting family tells people that we're expected to appear somewhere by a certain time, which deters anybody from trying to, you know, kidnap one of the kids," Steve explains, glancing at Eddie as he shrugs.

Eddie has to stop himself from asking what led to Steve making some of these rules. Instead, he bites his tongue and follows the group inside, sticking to Steve's side as he walks up to the front desk and the kids huddle within sight a few feet away.

"Hi, do you have any vacancies for the night?" Steve asks, flashing a charming smile at the older woman working the desk.

She looks at Steve, then Eddie, and then the kids behind them. "How many rooms would you need?" she asks.

"If you happen to have any connected rooms, we'll take them. But if not, just two is fine."

The woman nods and checks her computer, hesitating for a few seconds before saying, "We don't have any connected rooms, but one of our Executive Suites is open. It has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a large lounge area. It's made for large groups, so two of the bedrooms have bunkbeds in them. The price, however...."

Steve smiles at her reassuringly and pulls out his wallet. He plucks a black card from one of the pockets and presents it. "Don't worry about the cost," he says, "We'll take it."

At the sight of the sleek credit card, the woman lights up and smiles brightly at Steve. Eddie finds himself thinking that money really does talk. "Of course, sir," the woman says, a suddenly respectful tone coloring her words as she takes the card. "Could I see an ID as well, please?"

As Steve pulls out his license, he looks at Eddie and asks, "Could you take the kids to get the bags from the car? I should have the key cards by the time you get back." He places his license on the desk and hands his keys to Eddie.

Eddie finds himself nodding before he can really think about it, but how can he say no to Steve's brown eyes and the tiny dimples that appear when he smiles? So, he takes the keys and starts herding kids outside.

----

As it turns out, the hotel does, in fact, have a pool, and Steve can't help his grin when the kids cheer after they get to their rooms and he tells them. What follows is a flurry of kids changing into bathing suits, Steve lending Eddie a pair of swim trunks, and making sure everyone has towels and plenty of sunscreen slathered all over them.

The pool is surprisingly large, and there's plenty of space for the kids to swim around and expend some energy. Steve drops into one of the pool chairs and closes his eyes, the plastic warm on his back without burning his skin. He hears another chair get dragged closer before someone sits on it. When Steve opens an eye to look over, Eddie has settled next to him, watching the kids with a slight frown.

Steve follows his gaze, but he doesn't see anything out of the ordinary. The only thing that might catch someone's attention is El wearing her beanie in the pool, but even that could be explained as her forgetting to take it off.

"They don't have any scars," Eddie says after a moment.

Steve blinks and pushes himself up some, sitting straighter in the chair and looking at Eddie. His hair is pulled back into a messy bun, a few pieces escaping to frame his face. He's not obviously muscular like Steve, and he doesn't have an 8-pack, but Steve can still see the subtle muscles in his arms and legs. And the scars. Steve can see plenty of scars littered across Eddie's chest and stomach, his arms, and one particularly nasty one just above his knee.

In that way, Steve supposes, they are similar. "I wouldn't let them get hurt," Steve says quietly, shrugging when Eddie looks at him. He scoots forward some so Eddie can get a better look at his own scars. Despite the warm weather, he still can't help goosebumps traveling up his arms as Eddie stares at him.

"What's that one from?" Eddie asks, gesturing to a large slash that reaches from Steve's shoulder to his elbow.

Steve glances down and hums softly. "Stymphalian bird feather. They're made of steel. It attacked us after we picked up Mike and Dustin. Thankfully, there was only one bird, and I managed to dodge most of the time, but I got this one when I closed in to kill it," he explains.

Eddie stares at the scar, and Steve wonders what he's imagining. Does he want to know how vicious the fight must have been? It was one of Steve's messier fights. He didn't have any training, and he barely had experience. Really, Steve had nothing but his instincts and a desperation to keep the kids safe. "What about those?" Eddie asks, pulling Steve from his thoughts as he leans closer to point at what's clearly a bite mark on Steve's right side.

"The lion head of a Chimera," Steve says, glancing at Eddie before pointing at a scar wrapping around his throat. He shifts until he's sitting on the edge of his chair and tilts his head to give Eddie a better view. "The snake tail was choking me at the same time. I had to use lightning on that one since it had me trapped. We ran into it almost two months ago."

Eddie scoots to the edge of his chair, and their knees are almost close enough to touch. Something starts to buzz under Steve's skin. It's not anger. He knows what that feels like. It's something else this time, something that sizzles and lingers and tries to push against his skin to break free. Steve tries not to think about it.

"And this one?" Eddie asks, pointing to a scar that's splashed across Steve's left knee like a starburst.

"That one," Steve says, getting a grin despite himself, "happened because Dustin tried to help me fight a minotaur. He made this mini-bomb without me knowing and threw it into the fight. I managed to tuck and roll, but the explosion still brushed against me. This scar is from it, too." He turns his right leg out so Eddie can see a similar scar on the inside of his calf.

Steve looks up in time to see Eddie swallow, his throat rolling, and that electric feeling gets stronger. It centers on Steve's knees, the spot where they're closest to touching. But it travels like those toys with magnetic sand when Eddie leans closer and points to the scar in the middle of his chest. It grows the longer Eddie's hand hovers there, and Steve glances down just to make sure there aren't actually sparks buzzing across his skin.

"This one?" Eddie whispers, holding Steve's gaze.

Mouth suddenly dry, Steve clears his throat. "My first fight. The, uh, snake thing that took Will," he says. "Some of the scars on my back and stomach are from that one, too."

Eddie nods, and Steve can't place his expression for a few seconds. When he finally does, he realizes it's something like adoration. He's seen it before from all the kids at some point, usually after he's fought a monster to keep them safe. But Eddie is different. Eddie's adoration is just the surface emotion. Under it, Steve can glimpse something even more intense. He almost wants to drown in whatever it is, let it surround him until he can figure out how to describe it.

"You really are metal, Stevie," Eddie says, his voice soft as he smiles at Steve.

Steve has already acknowledged that Eddie is his type, and he definitely isn't imagining the tension between them right now. Without thinking, he leans forward, a similarly soft grin tugging at his lips. But whatever he wanted to say is literally shocked out of him.

The moment he's close enough for Eddie's hand to actually touch Steve's chest, that fizzing energy bursts through. It's not strong by any means, but it's demanding attention as it zaps across Steve's chest and Eddie's fingertip. Steve jerks back, rubbing at his chest and taking a deep breath to control the crackling over his ribs.

Eddie is frozen, staring at his still outstretched hand in shock. His eyes are wide, and Steve grimaces, wanting to take his hand and check for burns but scared of shocking Eddie more.

"Sorry," he mutters, looking away and coincidentally meeting El's gaze. She's sitting on the steps leading into the pool, legs pulled up to her chest with an amused smile on her face. When she realizes that Steve is slightly panicked, though, she blinks and tilts her head. Steve subtly shrugs one shoulder, and, thankfully, she gets the message.

"Steve!" she calls, waving her hand as though she doesn't already have his attention.

It's the save Steve is desperate for, and he practically jumps up from his chair. "I'm gonna go see what El needs," he says, glancing at Eddie only to find he's already looking up at Steve.

"Oh, yeah, sure," Eddie mumbles. Steve waits until Eddie nods to speed-walk (it's still a pool, after all, and he won't set a bad example by running) over to El, urging his heart and the crackling beneath his skin to calm down.

----

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For those who stuck around, a meme:

#steddie #steddie fic #semi divine steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #percy jackson au #the party #my writing

[joshlmbrt]

SAY DON’T GO. steve harrington.

[ i’ll ruin it all over, i’ll ruin it for you. ]

warnings; r is with erica during the fight, erica getting tackled by a literal teenager, EVERYONE IS ALIVE AND WELL - i’m delusional, and yes, happy ending!!

an; well, you asked and i will give it to you! i wasn’t for sure if i wanted to do a second part, but i decided too since there were so many kind words and comments!!! i will be tagging everyone who asked for a second part <3 - also … i just wanna say, LUCAS’ TRAMUA ALSO NEEDS TO BE SPOKEN ABOUT!!! almost everyone’s is over look, BUT LUCAS’ IS THE MOST OVERLOOKED! that’s all thank you.

CREEL HOUSE. 1986.

The breaks squeak as the RV rolls to a stop. Your eyes glance over at Lucas and Max, then dart to Erica. They all send you a nod.

You stand from your seat, grabbing your bag and making your way towards the door. “See you guys later. Good luck.” You glance at everyone.

Besides Steve.

You don’t see the broken look he gives you as you step off the RV, standing on the sidewalk as the other three stand beside you.

“Well wait in the house, then Erica and I will go to our spot.”

Lucas and Max nods, stepping towards the house first. Erica follows behind them.

You stand back for a moment, sighing as you wipe your sweaty hands on your thighs.

This was going to be one long night.

-

“Okay. . . Now we wait.” You lean back on a tree, glancing around. Erica was the first one to notice headlights.

“I think we have company.” She whispers. You look over at her, pinching your brows as you push off the tree and stand next to her.

“Oh, no,” You push her to stand next to you. “If anything happens, I want you to run.”

Two doors slam shut in sync making you flinch.

It was the two pests that have been trying to find Eddie.

One with dirty blonde hair is walking towards the house, and another one with curly hair makes his way towards you both.

“Erica. Run.” You watch as he gets closer. Erica, being smart, doesn’t need to be told twice, running away.

“Stay away from-” Your words are effectively cut short when the boy smacks your cheek, a stinging immediately following after. His hand wraps around your throat, pushing you to the ground. “We’re going to find that freak. . . And when we do,” His face blurs as both hands wrap around your neck now. Your own hand wraps around his wrists. He leans closer, hot breath hitting your cheek. “He’s dead.”

Your eyes slowly shut, hands falling from his wrist and dropping to the side. He stands, running after Erica, his arms wrapping around her sides and falling on top of her.

He flips around and her legs kick from under him. “Get off of me!”

Your eyes slowly flutter open, head lifting from the ground as you cough, hand resting on your throat. You hear Erica’s voice behind you and a struggle.

You stand from the ground, stumbling forward, making your way over.

“Where is-"

His words are now effectively cut short, the top of your foot coming in contact with his face.

“Don’t touch her.”

You watch as he falls over, holding his nose as he grunts in pain, blood seeping through his fingers.

Your hand reaches out for Erica, she places her own hand in yours and thanks you when you pull her up.

“Come on. Let’s go help Lucas and Max.” You push her in front of you, following behind her, glancing back every so often.

Once you enter the house, you hear a struggle upstairs. “Lucas! Max!”

You’re quick on your feet, running up the steps as you open the door.

Your eyes widen, looking between Max and Lucas.

You quickly run towards Max, dropping to the ground, you slip the headphones onto her ears and clipping the walkman to her jeans. You turn to help Lucas, but watch has he gets the upper hand. You want to smile and cheer him on but your heart is in your ears and your hands are shaking.

You watch at the blonde teenager drops to the ground.

You quickly make your way towards Lucas. You hug him tightly before pulling away, hands gripping his shoulders now. “Are you okay?”

His face is swollen, but he nods nonetheless. “I’ll be okay.” His hands grip your wrist.

He then perks up, looking over your shoulder. “She’s okay. . . I got here in time.” You nod.

There’s a gasp from behind you and you quickly turn. “Max?” You pull away from Lucas, kneeling down beside her. “Max.” You repeat, softer this time, hand resting on her shoulder.

She flinches, looking over at you. Then over your shoulder at Lucas and Erica who stand behind you.

There’s a shaky smile that appears on her face, watery as she slowly pulls the flimsy headphones from her ears.

“He’s gone.” Her voice is shaky too.

The tears fall as she blinks for a third time, before leaning over to hug you for the first time in a couple of months.

You’re quick to wrap your arms around her shaking body, a hand coming up to hold the back of her head, eyes closing slowly as you rock her.

-

On the sidewalk, Erica and Max sits next to you, head leaned on each shoulder.

Lucas didn’t want to leave Max’s side, his hand gripping hers every so often just to be sure she’s really there and not a figment of his imagination.

The rumbling catches your attention before you see the RV.

“Guys, Steve’s here.”

They all stab sluggishly from the curb, stretching out their limbs.

The breaks squeal as he stops. You open the door for the kids to enter first. They make their way to the back and you sit in the front, sliding down in the seat.

Your eyes were droopy and you could feel his eyes staring at the side of your face.

“Are we leaving or just staying here?” You don’t mean to snap, but you’re tired and want to clean Lucas’ wounds, and see everyone else.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry.” He nods, starting to drive away from the house.

You get to close your eyes and rest your head against the window, cheek smushed against your closed fist.

Steve glances over at you, smiling slightly, before looking back at the road.

If he imagined hard enough, this was your guys’ RV, and you both were on a trip somewhere.

Maybe the beach.

-

STEVE’S HOME.

There’s voices overlapping one another as everyone hugs you four once you step inside the home.

Steve had decided that since his parents were gone, again, everyone could stay there for a night, then he would drive everyone back home.

You smile at Eddie and wrap your arms around his neck. “I’m glad you’re still here.”

He chuckles, patting your side as he wraps his arms around you. “Me too. . . But someone is about to burst a blood vessel.” He whispers.

You hum a bit, pulling away and patting his face softly before turning to Lucas. “Come on, Champ. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He follows behind you. There’s a first aid kit place on the table by Nancy. You thank her and she smiles and walks off towards Robin.

You sit in front of Lucas, pulling the box towards you.

“When are you going to talk to Steve?” He asks.

“What?” You grab an alcohol swab, scooting closer and opening the small swab, pulling it from its confines and dabbing away the blood.

“He looks like a lost puppy. And he didn’t hug you like he usually does when this happens.”

“Oh, well, I just- I broke up with him.”

“What?”

You roll your eyes. “I broke up with him. He’s still in love with Nancy.”

You drop the swab onto the table before looking at him. “What?” You pinch your brows at the look on his face.

“You cannot be serious.”

“Oh, come on, Lucas. You seen how he acted with her.”

“Yeah, and it’s way different than how he acts with you,” He shakes his head. “He loves you. And you’re crazy if you can’t see that. You need to talk to him.”

You sigh and stand from the seat. “I’m going to go get you an ice pack. I’ll be back.” You pat his shoulder, making your way into the kitchen.

You stop, wanting to turn back, when you see Steve’s back.

He’s slightly hunched at the waist, hands in front of himself. You tilt your head a bit.

“Steve?”

He jumps at your voice, head turning to the side slightly. “Oh, hey.”

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Nothing.” He lies.

You lift a brow, making your way over, gasping when you see the blood staining through the shirt. “Steve. That’s not- Lucas!”

Lucas is quick to run into the kitchen. “Yeah?”

“Bring me the first aid kit, please.” You’re quick to pull up his shirt over his head.

“I’m okay-”

“Was you just going to bleed out? Let someone find you?”

“I’m okay.”

“You’re not okay.” You unwrap the dirty gauze. Lucas makes it back with the first aid kit before exiting the kitchen.

“You don’t have to worry about me anymore.”

“Yeah, well that’s kind of hard not too.”

“Then why did you-" He hisses at the sting.

“Sorry.”

He tips his head back slightly. “Then why did you break up with me?”

“Because I thought you’d be better off without me.”

He stays silent, letting you tend to his wounds. Once you’re finished you pull away, washing your hands, watching as pink falls into the drain.

“You thought wrong.”

“Hm?”

“I’m not better without you. And it’s only been a couple of hours,” He huffs out a laugh. “Could you imagine weeks?”

You turn the water off, drying your hands as you turn to him, eyes staring at his dirty boots.

He steps closer, warm hands cupping your cheeks, lifting your head slowly.

“Look at me. . . Please?” He whispers.

Your eyes finally lift and he smiles. “There you are,” His thumb softly drags under your eye catching a stray tear. “I don’t want to know how it would feel like in a couple of week. . . months even. I’d go crazy.”

“But Nancy-” “This isn’t about Nancy,” He cuts you off. “This is about us.”

You nod slightly, hands coming up to wrap around his wrist. “I’m sorry. . . I should’ve spoken to you about the way I felt.”

“It’s okay. . . Just as long as you don’t jump to conclusions again. Come to me if you’re feeling like that ever again, yeah?”

You melt at his voice. It’s soft and caring.

You nod, face nudging against his right hand. He smiles softly, pressing his lips against yours quickly before pulling away.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Same for you.”

He grins, pulling you into a hug. “I’m glad we’re okay.”

tags; @hollandweather , @rice-elephant , @gleefulleve , @pl4ybhaicarti , @halflifejess

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #joe keery x reader

[elkdiaries]

stranger things headcanons because it’s been a while :)

joyce does el’s little hair braids every morning.

when they were younger, mike and will would hold hands while skipping their way down the grocery store aisles.

dustin quotes his favorite books and movies way too often. one time mike swore that he’d disintegrate if another dune reference left his friend’s mouth.

erica makes her own little pins. she likes to sneak them onto the bags and clothing of her unsuspecting friends. dustin receives the majority of these.

steve wears his socks inside out.

max made lucas a bracelet out of old items she found at the junkyard. he wears it every day.

robin and nancy have an eternity of inside jokes that they come up with whilst hanging out.

el has a ton of hand-made posters on her walls. she constructs them out of paint and magazine clips.

el knows that will is in a mood when he’s listening to music and sitting by any window, doing nothing else but staring out of it.

lucas snorts when he laughs.

erica is a pro at roller skating, and uses her knowledge of moving around on wheels to learn to skateboard.

mike has an awful habit of leaving his dirty laundry on the floor, and it drives everyone who tries to walk around his room insane. 

as a kid, max was forced to take violin lessons. she still vaguely knows how and can read sheet music, but refuses to play for anyone. ever.

nancy is the kind of girl to give herself a haircut over the bathroom sink when she’s going through something.

robin loves swimming.

jonathan typically gifts his mother a large scrapbook full of printed photos he’s taken over the year for the holidays.

el is fascinated by the concept of bubblegum.

lucas cannot sleep without being swaddled in a million blankets. he refers to his bedding as his cocoon. if he’s ever sleeping over at someone’s place, he makes a big performance of “transforming into a butterfly” by waving his arms around when he awakens. it never fails to make dustin fall onto the floor with laughter.

#uuuurhh im back ? #stranger things headcanons #stranger things #lucas sinclair #el hopper #will byers #dustin henderson #erica sinclair #byler #stranger things 4 #robin buckley #steve harrington #mike wheeler #jonathan byers #max mayfield #willel #nancy wheeler #ronance

[eddiessidegirl]

🎀Making It Up to You🎀

Summary: Eddie has to cancel a dinner date with you and it causes you to spiral and slip into little space

Pairing: Caregiver!Eddie x little!reader (gender is not really mentioned, so gen!neutral reader)

Warnings: Standard 18+ for my blog, it’s a fluff piece, however mentions of age regression, CGl dynamic, use of pet names

Word Count: 1524

A/N: A very special thank you to @hellfiremunsonn for reading this before letting me post it, I haven’t written much because of a lot of irl things going on. I appreciate everyone’s patience and I have another fic coming soon, I’m just working out the plot!

Today was going to be a good day, at least that’s what you’d told yourself all day. Eddie was going to take you to dinner before he checked in with Dustin, the new leader of Hellfire now that Eddie’s graduated. He still guest DM’d here and there but he mostly just helped create campaigns for the group. A silent partner if you will.

His van was waiting outside the library you worked at, the loud hum of his engine, a soothing noise to you, was a nuisance to everyone else. Your feet carried you across the parking lot, you were so excited for this check in and dinner. You already had an outfit picked out, and were excited for him to see it, since he loved seeing you dressed up when you two went out.

The door swung open, “Sorry Bun, change of plans. Rain check on dinner, apparently Dustin lost his copy of the campaign somehow and now I have to help him rush it together before the guys and Erica start showing.” You were crushed, the world crumbling. Logically you knew it was fine and that things happened from time to time to make it so you had to change plans. And you knew he’d make it up to you later or the next day. But you started to slip a little, you could feel yourself becoming small. Usually you had more control but when you got upset, the wall was harder to hold up.

Quietly you nodded your head and slid into the passenger seat, sitting as humanly close as you could, his hand sought out your thigh and he held it to comfort you as he drove over to the Henderson house to pick up Dustin and drive over to the high school. The curly haired boy got into the bench behind yours once the van pulled up. He was swearing up a storm, going off about how it had taken them weeks to work on this story. Eddie asked you to hand Dustin the binder on the floor of the passenger side, it was decorated in stickers and binder clips.

Dustin thanked you, and started going through the pages, while he was distracted you slide a little closer to Eddie, looking for a moment of solace, and hoping you didn’t fully slip before you made it back home. “You ok?” He asked you, it was getting hard to verbalized, so you just nodded your head and settled against his arm. “Feeling a bit small, huh?” He muttered softly into your ear, again, you nodded. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he reassured you that it wouldn’t take long and to not worry. But you could feel yourself slipping more, your fingers playing with the frayed edges of your sweatshirt. At the next stop light he reached across you and opened the glove compartment and handed you a tiny stuffed bear on a keychain for you to hold on to. It would innocuous enough that no one would think twice but it would give you the comfort you needed.

Pulling up at the school every got out, you slid out using Eddie’s side of the van, his hands helping you to the ground. “Just a couple hours, Henderson, it’s been a long day and we’ve already cancelled plans for this.” The walk to the drama room was short, just a few doors in, you remembered the first time you came here, it seemed so intimidating but then you sat and watched a campaign and you grew to appreciate it even if the content scared you sometimes. Eddie and Dustin sat at the table, Eddie in his old seat, and Dustin beside him while you wandered off to sit and hang out on a padded bench to draw in a notebook from your book bag.

Eventually your eyes slid shut after a couple hours and you nodded off waiting for the boys to finish, your body curled up on the bench, thumb near your mouth since it’d fallen out of your lips and landed next to your head. Eddie noticed you’d fallen asleep and since they were basically done, he told Dustin that the two of you needed to go.

“You could stay though, I’m sure everyone would love it if you stayed.” Dustin still looked up to Eddie, and loved any excuse to hang out with him.

He shook his head “nah man, I bailed on date night already, consider this my check in that I was going to do after dinner, I’ll call you and make plans,” Eddie motioned towards you “for now I need to get them home so they can eat dinner before it’s too late.” Gathering yours and his things, and picking up your bag before gently shaking your shoulder to wake you, “come on, sweetheart, time to go.”

Yawning and stretching you waved goodbye to Dustin, “s’later” you mumbled sleepily, clutching onto Eddies’ arm. Getting into the van this time around was slightly more difficult, from being barely awake and slipping you feet wouldn’t work as well as you’d like. Eddie assisted you and then got in on his side.

“I’m sorry your night was spoiled, little one, I’ll make it up to you I promise,” as you two pulled out of the parking lot, you could see Steve and Robin dropping off some of the guys and Erica, the older boys would be carpooling and wouldn’t be far behind them. Eddie and Steve exchanged nods, but beyond that your boyfriend was more concerned about getting you home so you could feel fully at ease.

The drive home didn’t take long, once you were at the small apartment complex on the outskirts of the main road, you slid out of the van, landing with a quiet ��oof” as your feet collided with the pavement. Your unit was on the ground floor, and it was perfect. To you anyways.

Inside was warmth, cozy items, stuffies, Eddie’s guitars and amps as well as comfy furniture and rugs everywhere. Instead of posters directly on the living room wall there were posters in frames, which was your idea so it looked more artistic. The bedroom was a different story, posters tacked to the wall, plants everywhere, clothing heaped on the floor waiting to be folded and put away, yours and Eddie’s bed in the middle, and your dressers took up most of the space. There were stuffies here too, but these ones were the ones you’d had since your childhood. The one on the bed was your most prized possession, it was a small tiger, you’d had him forever and he was full of your secrets and stories. He was due for a restuffing but you didn’t like him leaving your room or the apartment for that matter.

“Alright, lets get changed and I’ll make some dinner since you’re too little to do that right now.” Eddie had finally entered caregiver mode, he helped you get out of your clothes, wash your face and get into a PJ set that had dinosaurs on it. Once you were settled on the couch with The Land Before Time playing to keep you occupied, Eddie went to make dinner for the two of you. After about twenty minutes he entered the living room carrying two plates, each had a generous helping of Kraft Dinner and a pile of Dino nuggets, Ketchup was tucked in his arm.

His ringed fingers motioned at the plates, as he joined you on the couch “dig in Kiddo,” you knew that he was desperately trying to make it all up to you, Eddie hated disappointing you. It was the last thing he wanted to do. So he always tried his best to cheer you up, and tonight especially it was working. He told you that you two would go out for dinner tomorrow and that he’d get you a new stuffed animal as a present too. You were elated and he felt better about everything.

Later he would tuck you and your tiger into bed, tell you a story and cuddle you until you fell asleep. His chocolate brown eyes would watch you sleep for a long while, sweeping over your face as you dreamed and cuddled deeper into his side. Wrapping his arm around you he tucked your head into the crook of his neck and kissed your temple “G’night baby” Before he fell asleep he noticed your stuffed animal was nearing the edge of the bed, he pressed him back into your arms and allowed himself to join you in dreamland.

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#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader #caregiver!eddie x little!reader #caregiver!eddie #cgl dynamic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson drabble #cg!eddie

[hawkinsgirlnextdoor]

Being An Older Sister Figure to the Party

Headcanons for being an older sister to the party from seasons 1 to 3 (for now, I'll probably add more ideas that pop into my head, especially for season 4). I might even do a part two if someone requests it.

You’ve been babysitting Will since he was nine and as a result you’ve become very protective of him and his friends. 

You and Jonathan have always worked as a team to make Will feel accepted. You started coming over every weekend to watch movies or listen to music with the two of them, making sure that it was stuff that he liked. 

You listen carefully when Will tries to explain D&D to and you smile at the way he talks about “Will the Wise” and the adventures he goes on with his friends. Eventually Will’s party gives you a rundown of how to play and you participate sometimes (usually reading lines for an NPC Mike wrote beforehand).

Dustin and Lucas really like having you around. They always try to impress you with random references and facts that are pretty cringe-worthy but you find them charming. 

Even when Joyce couldn’t afford to pay you after Lonnie left you still stick around because you care about Will so much. It kills you to see how he and his friends get bullied and you try to help any way you can but it doesn’t always work. 

You and Joyce have always been really close and she treats you like a daughter. 

After Will came back from the upside down you visited him every day in the hospital and brought him a box full of his favorite things (art supplies, books, his favorite movies). 

You never really recover from what happened but you try to be a pillar of strength for him. 

When Max moves to Hawkins you quickly get wind of her home life. You make it your mission to make sure she has a place where she can feel comfortable, letting her stay over at your house whenever she needs a break from Billy or Niel. 

Max has never been traditionally “girly” but you help her feel comfortable in her femininity. Painting her nails, braiding her hair, taking her shopping for clothes because her mom is too overbearing, etc. 

She’s always struggled with finding positive female role models but you show her the strength in being vulnerable and tell her that she doesn’t have to act tough all the time.

When Steve Harrington enters the picture you’re a little skeptical. He never seemed like the kind of person who would spend his time worrying about anyone but himself and his asshole friends. You’re especially worried about Dustin trying to emulate him but soon enough you come around. He shows you that he cares about the kids just as much as you do even if its in a different way. You start to bond and anytime he worries about people still seeing him as “King Steve”, you assure him that he’s a great guy who’s doing his best. 

Eleven is your baby. After season two you make a point of treating her like a normal preteen girl. When she grows out her hair you buy her clips and look in every magazine to find hairstyles that she can wear. 

When Lucas and Max get together they break up constantly which leads to Lucas crying on your doorstep begging you to help him get her back. Lucas insists that he did it himself because he’s just that smooth (and he’s embarrassed about blubbering in your arms about missing Max). 

When Dustin comes back from camp you’re the only one who believes him about Suzie being his girlfriend. You even talk with her on Cerebro and quickly become pen pals. 

After season 3 you like to keep tabs on Erica. Mostly just to check if she’s having any problems sleeping after what happened on the Fourth of July, or sometimes just to hear her rant about her D&D character. 

You and Mike have an interesting relationship. He’s been Will’s best friend for as long as you remember and has been one of the only people who’s ever made him feel normal but at the same time he’s put that boy through the emotional wringer. 

He annoys you a lot of the time but at the end of the day you know he’s a good kid and who doesn’t have a lot of love in his life. 

Sometimes Mike comes to you about stuff he doesn’t tell anyone else. He sees you as one of the only older people in his life who won’t scold him for his mistakes. You always tease him or set him straight but at the end of the day you let him know you care.

You're the first person Will ever comes out to, and you make sure to guard that secret with your life.

At the end of the day all the kids love you and feel like they can come to you for anything, especially end-of-the-world stuff <3.

#stranger things #stranger things headcanons #stranger things x reader #will byers #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #max mayfield #el hopper #steve harrington #jonathan byers #joyce byers #the party

[tiaramania]

Princess Ingrid Alexandra’s 18th Birthday Gifts

The Norwegian royal court has released the annual public gift list and the gifts received by Princess Ingrid Alexandra for her 18th birthday are included. They released a list and some photos this summer but this one is a little more detailed. Someone sent it to me and I realized that I never made a post about the jewelry she received like I did for her confirmation a couple of years ago so here it is.

King Harald & Queen Sonja

Diamond Ring - The ring was formerly a gift to Queen Sonja from her parents, Karl August and Dagny Haraldsen, in 1954.

Diamond Bracelet - This was originally owned by Crown Princess Märtha and then by Princess Ragnhild. The bracelet along with the earrings and necklace below are items that were returned to the mainline after Princess Ragnhild passed away in 2012 and are now being given to Princess Ingrid Alexandra.

Earrings - They belonged to Crown Princess Märtha and then to Princess Ragnhild. I’m not sure which earrings these are because they didn’t release a picture.

Necklace - This is the most exciting item to me and the person who sent me the list since it had a bunch of emojis next to it. A picture was not released so we don’t know which necklace it is just that it belonged to Queen Maud and then to Princess Ragnhild. Princess Ragnhild had several that I don’t know the provenance of like this emerald necklace and Queen Maud had several that are lost in the wind like the Pearl Necklace Tiara and the ruby necklace from Queen Victoria. If I had to guess I would say that it’s not any of those and probably a diamond rivière necklace. There are multiple ones in the family that belonged to Queen Maud and at least one that went to Princess Ragnhild but they are really impossible to tell apart so keep an eye out for Princess Ingrid Alexandra wearing one.

King Willem Alexander & Queen Maxima of the Netherlands - January Birthstone Multi Ring Garnet by Anna+Nina

Crown Prince Frederik & Crown Princess Mary of Denmark - Esme Galaxy Earrings by Dulong Fine Jewelry

Princess Elisabeth of Belgium, Duchess of Brabant - Ruby, Pearl, & Blue Topaz Moon Earrings by Percossi Papi

Sámi Parliament - Fápmu Earrings, Ring, and Necklace and Árbevierru Hair Clip by Erica Huuva

Sámi Parliament's Youth Policy Committee - Komsekule (a traditional Sámi design meant to offer protection) Earrings and Necklace by Juhls Silver Gallery

Norwegian Children and Youth Council - Coco Pearl Necklace by Biehl

The Crown Prince Couple’s Foundation - daisy bracelet by Georg Jensen (They didn’t release a picture of this one and Georg Jensen makes several different daisy bracelets but I assume it’s one of the classic gold with white enamel styles like these.)

Princess Ingeborg’s Pearl Circle Tiara was not included in the annual gift list which is only for public and official gifts not private ones but we know that it was given to her for her 18th birthday by Haakon, Ingeborg, and Ragnhild Lorentzen at the request of their mother, Princess Ragnhild.

#Tiara Talk #Princess Ingrid Alexandra #Norway #Norwegian Royal Family #tiara #Princess Ragnhild #Crown Princess Martha #Marianne Dulong #Georg Jensen #Anna+Nina #Boucheron #Princess Ingeborg #Queen Maud #Juhls Silver Gallery #Erica Huuva #Percossi Papi

[prisonhannibal]

hi there! i’ve just seen some of your posts about your traditional jewellery and it’s stunning. i apologise if this is inappropriate to ask, but would it be offensive if someone not from your culture were to wear it? if it is okay, do you have recommendations for stores where people can buy them? they are really beautiful :)

thank you for asking! short answer no it’s not offensive, long answer it depends on how you do it.

I’d say the most important thing is that you have to buy from actual sámi people and supporting their businesses, not “lapland native jewelry” stuff on etsy and definitely not weird tourist shop knockoff shit. A lot of real sámi jewelry and duodji (handmade crafts like leather bags and bracelets etc) will be expensive because it’s usually handmade, most jewelry is silver, and it’s often made by people who do it on their free time next to another job. a lot of them i’ve bought from will have like one or two pairs of each earrings not mass produced stuff so it’s expensive. It’s good to support sámi businesses :) I see a lot of sámi jewelry makers say that everyone can wear their stuff.

I think you should probably avoid stuff that’s very specifically for the gákti, because most of us think people who aren’t sámi shouldn’t wear a gákti unless it was given to them as a gift. That would mean stuff like the risku (the big brooch we wear on the liidni or the chest of the gákti) and i’d also definitely feel weird about people wearing wedding jewelry if they’re not sámi. same thing with other gákti accessories not just jewelry. If you’re not sure you can ask! Be careful about rings because they can have different meanings like marital status.

I’ve gotten most of my jewelry from people who have booths at festivals and markets, and most of them don’t have online shops unfortunately but I think you can email them to buy from them? I don’t remember all of them, but the earrings i’ve posted are from lilleli and so are most of my favorite earrings but i bought those from her in person. Bigger stores you can order from online would be for example juhls and tana gull og sølvsmie, and the hair clip I posted a picture of is from erica huuva who has a lot of very beautiful stuff i’ve bought from there several times and it’s always beautiful ❤️

I make my own earrings for fun and i’ve given them away to non sámi people lol

[bellygunnr]

Perspective Flip for any scene in Advanced Machine Learning? What's Michael thinking?

How about the scene where Michael calls KITT while he's racing?

Under a readmore for NSFW themes.

It stands in favor of Erica's allure that he doesn't notice KITT's absence until they're well past the point of no return. He struggles to save it, he really does-- but half of his bravado had never been for her and without the knowing caress of the all-knowing scanner, he's just not into it. There's eyes on him but they're not the right ones. There's hands on him, adept and capable and warm, but, well.

He kisses her soft and tries to save it. He can take care of her all night, but they both know what they came here for, and she's too perceptive for her own good. She shoos him out with no sugarcoating. He shakes his head at her Plymouth as he wanders out to an empty curb.

No KITT. No scanner. No release, either.

He holds the communicator up to his mouth, frustrated. When KITT takes too long to hail, his anger ebbs into fear, which spirals into dread and contempt. He doesn't want to associate KITT's absence with bad things. He's already well past the point of no return on that, though.

Still, his knees nearly buckle when KITT does roll up to greet him, washing him with his scanner, headlamps casting soft yellow beams into the night. The technicolor glow of his interior is a relief.

"Michael, are you alright?"

Michael freezes, taken aback by the question. Is he okay? What about KITT? He isn't the type to run off. He never has been-- not like this.

"Would you like to drive, Michael?"

He can't stop staring at KITT's vocoder, incredulous, as he folds himself into the car. The bolstered leather seats were always a comfort, especially because KITT always ran oddly warm, but the leg room left something to be desired. He rests his palms on the steering yoke, hesitant.

"Did Erica do something wrong, Michael?"

Michael shudders at KITT's tone of voice. Normal to the point of abnormal. Clipped, polite. Just a hair too quiet. Erica didn't do a damn thing wrong. His brain's just fucked sideways from this job, he thinks, but he doesn't dare say that.

"No... No, KITT," Michael says. "It's more my fault. Say, how far is the Foundation from here, KITT?"

He knows the distance, down to the yard, but it's better to hear KITT say it, sometimes.

#knight rider #k.i.t.t. #gunny answers asks #gunny writes

[mxrggo]

~In the middle of the night~

(Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Summary; You return home after a long day fighting for your life with the upside down, demobat and demodog matters. Somehow, you are praying because of the nightmare but being interrupted by “Steve the Ninja” at your bedroom window.

Warnings; Languages, Only fluff

A/N; Hi, this is my first short story with Steve Harrington. Enjoy and if you like it please reblog, amor!

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

[At Byers house]

You rest your elbow on Robin’s shoulder. Each of you takes out the heavy breath that has been holding on for too long since weeks ago. Hawkins has been invaded by stranger things, literally mind your blown when you learned from Robin. It was so sudden and all you knew is that you and your friends have been fighting these monsters.

“This is over right? Is it possible they came back- I mean while we are sleeping, I don't want to die in sleep-” You grab Robin’s shoulder and convince her that all has ended. You aren't sure yourself but for some reason, you always had this sense to protect Robin. She's been your best friend since elementary school.

“All of you, go back home safely and shut your mouth. Remember, do not discuss this matter with anyone!” Hopper reminds us in a stern voice. We agreed simultaneously. You help Nancy unload whatever you called it, or weapons from the car. Jonathan offered to drop off the Wheelers including you and Robin.

“Hey, you-um you guys okay?” A soft voice from our back called. We switch our attention to the owner of the voice. “We’re fine, Steve.” Nancy answers with a small smile. You simply nodded as to agree with her. He spots something on your right arm.

“You sure?” His forehead wrinkled at your answer. You check the arm, it may be a cut from slipping when running from the demodog. “Don't worry, I will treat it as soon as I'm home.” You assuring him. Steve wants to continue the conversation when you guys heard Dustin shout from Steve’s passenger seat.

He insisted Steve send them home quickly. “You got some angry kids to be sent to their bed early. You have to go, momma Steve.” You chuckle watching Steve roll his eyes. “Always the goddamn babysitter!” He shakes his head in disapproval.

“Steve!” Now the group (Dustin, Lucas, Max and Erica) is yelling at once. “Steve the hair Harrington always had his time to flirt with girls.” Lucas let out. Steve dismisses himself and you just watch him go. “Okay, what was that?” Nancy teased. You lift your shoulders.

“You guys totally flirting!” She exclaimed with joy. “No, we just try to ease our nerves, Nance.” You start to blush somehow. Deep down you kinda want to admit that you had a little; maybe just a little crush on Steve.

You met Steve through who else if it's not Robin Buckley. Since that day, you started to be friends with the other too. “What did I miss?” Robin appeared from the house. Didn't want to entertain Robin’s question you just get into the backseat of the car.

[At your house]

As soon as you reach home, you lit the vanilla-scented candle and set warm water in your bathtub. You take a deep look in the mirror and saw a dirty girl with messy hair. You sigh when you realized the cut Steve mentioned, the scratches are kinda long but luckily it's not that deep.

After tossing the shirt, you immerse yourself in the warm water completely. A glimpse of these monsters did give you goosebumps. It feels like they are still here traumatizing you. Now you start to feel the body aches from all the physical you've done; the perks of being non-athletic kids at school.

You get the bandage and clips under the sink cabinet, cover them around your arm after applying the antiseptic. Now that you already put the pajamas on, you climb to the bed. Shutting down the light, suddenly the dark brings you to the creep thoughts about those incidents.

Your breath shakes and becomes faster than usual. Immediately, you turn on the bedside light while you try to control your breath back. After a few good minutes, you decide to be on your knees beside your bed, eyes closed and both hands close together on the mattress. Why yes, you are trying to pray.

“God, I know I'm not that good but please hear me. Please protect us from the bad things. May Eleven’s effort sealing the door is successful and this nightmare will end, beautifully.” You whisper slowly and full of hope. You are about to express more but are interrupted by the sound of your window opening.

A figure climbs up and went through the window; not just any figure, it's your friend, Steve Harrington. “Didn't know you were religious. Am I interrupting your praying session?” He sounds sarcastic. Actually this is not the first time he climb through your window.

His first here in your room was during last summer break when you called him to help comfort Robin to the fact she saw Vickie kissing her boyfriend. Steve was good at it as he managed to cool down Robin. You admit that both of them are like platonic soulmates.

You discovered after they worked together at Scoop Ahoy, that bonds between them are growing. So as you and Steve but sometimes it's slightly awkward. Just because you have this passive-aggressive relation type with him.

Steve has this urge to protect you girls and he can be really annoying sometimes. Who are you going out to date with, Steve puts so much effort into getting involved somehow. You had no idea if he was actually into you or just being a cautious slash caring friend.

“Are you lost, Steve? Robin's house over there.” You point to your window indicating you have less interest in silly jokes. Steve lifts both hands to cool you down. “Whoaa, hold up. I'm here to check on you.”

“Checking on me? I'm more than fine dingus.” You slightly raise your voice. "Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything right? I'm always here for you guys." There's a comfort and worried in his voice. You hate when Steve starts to play victim, of course you can't resist his golden retriever aura.

You start to wander back and forth trying to explain the situation that replayed in your mind. "Hey, calm down. Look at me." Steve stops you by holding both of your shoulder. They are stern as you could remember. "I am terrified, Steve. When I'm alone it starts to haunt me." You gulped.

"I'm not lying either. Sometimes, I had this worst nightmare that I barely sleep." Steve confessed. "But I believe this time it's all over. No more monsters, no more darkness." He then assured. You walk away from him, lean on at your study table. It is clear that you are still in denial, looking by your expression.

"Fine. No more sweet talks, only the truth. We don't know when they will appear again but all I could say as long as we stick together, we have that chance." He cross his arm while leaning at the wall. He gives that look again, full of comfort and protection.

You sighed then give him a small smile indicate that the uneasy feeling in the tip of your stomach starting to flatten, for now. And that's when you noticed his red neck and scratch all over his face. "Steve we need to treat you too." You voice out your concerned.

"It's fine. I'm getting better." Not believing him, you make your way to him and check, especially on his reddened neck. "You know, a hero also need help. Consider me your healer." You direct him to sit on the edge of your bed while you find your first aid kit.

You did not wait for Steve confirmation to touch his face. You just naturally treat him as you feel need to take care of him. The wet soft cotton were pressed on his face gently. "Why with that face?" You noticed his peculiar expression. "Umm..No....thing." He blink his eyes and look away.

"Eyes on me, Harrington!" You cup his chin and direct towards you. In your comforting touch, he fully surrender himself to be treated by you. The nervousness in you start to build up as you can feel his eyes piercing into your cold skin.

This is not the Harrington you knew because Steve babbling all time but right now only silence fills the air. "Ouchh..." Steve groaned when you slightly put pressure on the wound around his neck. "Oppss..my bad." You chuckle as to cover the tension between you.

"You owe me banana split at Scoop Ahoy this time." You said standing up and wrap up all the dirty cotton on the floor. "Just that? No worries, I can give you all ice creams in the world." He murmured. You rolled your eyes to response him. "Hey! Thank you...sincerely." He grab your arm before you could go to the bathroom.

"Of course." You clear your dry throat. This time he strongly pull your arm towards him and it's all blury when you feel his soft lips on yours. You back up and immediately walk away when your head become clear. "Hey, I'm sorry." Steve called you and you swiftly turn around.

You just froze there, don't know how to react. Your heat rises and suddenly Steve looking extra hot. "Fuck, I'm a mess." Steve cursed under his breath when he stand up and rush to you. He cupped your cheeks and savour your lips. The kiss was sloapy and full of mess.

"Steve, wait. Stop." You pull off while catching your breath. "Friends don't kiss each other." You let out while maintain the eye contact. "Can't you see? I don't want to be your friends. My heart is beating for you." Steve took your hand and put right into his heart.

You didn't believe this would happened. He likes you back? All these time, it's just not a one-sided feelings. "You are tormenting me when you are not around me. I hate those guys that wanted to try you. You are mine...at least in my head." He slowly voiced out and embarrassingly look away.

"Ohh, my Steve. We're sucker for each other." You cupped his face softly, raised your heels and gave him a meaningful kiss. You gave him butterflies, the way he reacted towards your kiss; he pulls the kiss deeper until both of you out of breath. "Robin not gonna approve this." You inhale the oxygen.

"That's what concern you right now? Sweetheart, you should worry what I can do to you right now." He smirked. "Nope. I'll pass." I defend myself; backing up. "I'm gonna eat you." He catches you, give a big hug from behind, plenty of kisses around face;neck. You laugh (slowly not to wake up others). The amusement he shared with you. You wanted to explore more with him.

Later that night, you both fall asleep peacefully; the monsters that haunting you these past days, vanish into the thin air. The dream in your sleep right now is all about Steve Harrington :)

#steve harrington #stranger things #fluff #steve harrington smut #window breaking

[wildestflowrs]

⏰Ronancetober Day 11: Time Travel💕

Back to the Future

The bat lets out a final shriek as Nancy swings at it with the stock of her shotgun, dropping to the floor with a quiet thud. Nancy steps on the creature’s head, satisfied that it’s dead by the crunch. She wipes sweat off of her brow, looking over at the others.

Since the ‘earthquake’ had opened a massive gateway to the Upside-Down all across Hawkins, Nancy had come up with the idea of regular checks of the gates to make sure nothing was going in or out of them. This had been the first time they’d encountered something from the Upside Down leaking out for a few weeks, and the largest scale of monsters too.

They’d split off into smaller groups to cover more ground; Steve, Argyle and Jonathan with Will, El and Erica - Nancy and Robin with Mike, Lucas and Dustin. Their group had been investigating the Lovers Lake gate; the lake now nonexistent and dried up, the gate cutting across its entire diameter and what used to be its shoreline.

“Is everyone okay?” Nancy calls out, getting a response of thumbs up and tired mumbling. There must have been seven or eight bats, but this time they were armed, so they had an advantage. The only one who seems to have sustained and bites is Nancy, who had been caught off guard by the bat’s initial attack. The others had their share of cuts and bruises, but nothing too severe.

They all take a minute to catch their breath, still coming down from the shock and adrenaline of the fight. Nancy pretends not to watch as Robin slicks a few strands of hair out of her face - chest still heaving -and adjusts her ponytail, showing off her slightly toned arms in her tank top. It’s getting late, but the sun is only beginning to set in the humid summer heat.

“We should radio Hopper and let him know about-,” Lucas gestures vaguely around them, “-all this,”

“We’re a little out of range here so we’ll have to go down the block,” Mike pipes up, “but someone should stay here and make sure nothing else gets out,”

“Nance and I can stay,” Robin suggests, walking over to where Nancy is standing leaning against the old dock, “I have my axe and Nancy has her shotgun so we should be able to handle anything that comes out of there,”

The other four share a knowing look, a look that says we all know there are much worse things that come out of there, but no one objects to Robin’s idea. Dustin rustles in his backpack and passes another walkie to Nancy.

“We’ll still be in range to hear you guys, so let us know if you’re in any trouble,”

Nancy takes the walkie and clips it onto her belt, “Of course, now you guys go speak to the others,”

The three boys trail off down the street, walking away and trying to speak into the walkie until they don’t just receive static.

For a few minutes, it’s quiet; the gaping crack in the ground no longer glows with a reddish tinge and there’s no sound coming from it, which is a good sign. The momentary peace allows Robin and Nancy to stand together, close enough to reach at less than an arm's length but too far away for Nancy’s comfort. She shuffles a little closer, resting her gun over her shoulder.

“It was pretty badass when you swung at that bat that was attacking me,” Nancy mumbles, grinning and blushing to herself and why was she doing that?

Robin stumbles with her words for a moment, “oh- Uhm well- I uh- it was nothing, I mean it was pretty reckless, I could have hit you and hurt you even more or-“

“Rob, you did great,” Nancy turns to the girl, slipping a hand into hers and squeezing reassuringly. Robin gives a dampened smile, though her face somewhat falters when she takes Nancy in.

“Nance…” she brings a hand up to Nancy’s jaw and neck, gently touching the torn skin where one of the demobats had gnawed and clawed at her. Nancy flinches at the touch, and Robin withdraws her hand and lets it rest on Nancy’s shoulder.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” Robin asks quietly, but before Nancy can respond a sound almost comparable to retching comes from the gate. Thee turn instinctively, Robin raising her axe and Nancy steadying her gun. The ground beneath them rumbles slightly, and a crack begins to stem perpendicular to the larger, pre-existing crack, seemingly coming straight toward them. The pair take a few steps back, preparing for whatever may emerge from the bell scale below, but the crack stops in front of them.

The new gate glows in a golden-orange light, and Nancy steps forward to peer into the new gate. It looks vastly different from the void-like gate to the Upside Down; it is glass-like, almost looking like the surface of a lake or puddle, and seems to reflect Hawkins, but not the fucked-up version - real, Right-Side Up Hawkins.

“What the-“ Robin crouches and reaches a hand into the gate; the surface ripples like water. Robin giggles a little, “huh, it tickles,”

Nancy kneels beside her, examining it. She watches almost as if in slow-motion while a figure appears on the other side of the glassy gate, and pulls Robin by the hand. The girl falls through the gate, letting out a strangled cry as she tumbles in head first and letting out a strangled cry.

Nancy doesn’t hesitate before going in after her, gripping her gun tightly and diving into the gate.

Her stomach turns like it did when she went through the gate to the Upside Down each time before, but she’s startled to find herself in water when the world stops spinning. Her head pops up over the surface of the lake, and she tries to tread water, which is apparently more difficult when you’re carrying a shotgun. A hand reaches out in front of her from the dock, and she grabs onto it, being hoisted out of the water.

She coughs and splutters and whoever pulled her out of the water kneels beside her and pats her back, resting a hand on her knee.

“Rob?” She coughs, looking around frantically for the girl.

“Nance, it’s okay, Robin’s next to you,”

What? Nancy could have sworn that was Steve’s voice-

She looks beside her, and as she suspected, it’s Steve, but he looks different; he’s wearing glasses, hearing aids in both ears and not just the one and he has stubble despite Nancy swearing that he was clean-shaven when she saw him a few hours ago-

“Yeah, what the fuck are you guys doing at the lake, you said you were going out of town,”

A voice from behind them, one they couldn’t have expected to hear; Eddie Munson, the very same Eddie Munson whose body had been lost in the Upside Down four months prior.

“What the fuck?”

She stands up and steps back from Steve - not the same Steve from the other side of the gate, she now realizes - and Robin follows suit beside her.

“Nance, what’s going on?” Steve asks them, trying to reach out to them.

“Alright, we’re totally being Vecna’d or something, this is fucked,”

Something grasps at Nancy’s pant leg and she stumbles back further, wishing she hadn’t lost her gun in the lake.

“Rosie, honey, come here,” Steve says and a toddler, no more than 4 years old, rushes over to Steve, letting him scoop her up in his arms. The child looks between Robin and Nancy and frowns, tucking her head into Steve’s shoulder.

“Right, someone better explain what the fuck this is or I’m gonna punch someone,” Nancy says, and Robin runs a hand through her hair beside her, gasping in realization.

“What year is it?”

“Rob… it’s 1999,”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Once Steve and Eddie had managed to coax Nancy down from thinking they were a Vecna illusion - and after she gave Eddie a split lip - they sat on the hood of Steve’s car, each explaining what they knew as the sun sets.

“We were investigating the gate at lovers lake after,”Nancy pauses, “everything, when a new crack appeared; it didn’t look like the Upside Down, so we were checking it out when Robin got pulled in,”

Steve nods, smiling apologetically, “that was me- Rose pointed at the lake and I swore I could see Robin’s face in the water and when her hand popped out- I just pulled her up without thinking,”

Nancy pinches the bridge of her nose, “So, that gate seems to have brought us over ten years into the future- the future where Eddie Munson is back from the dead and Steve Harrington has a kid now, apparently,”

Eddie and Steve share a look, Eddie turning and explaining, “Well, uh, I never actually died, it’s a uh- whole thing,” he shrugs, “and uhm- Rose isn’t our kid, she’s yours,”

Robin makes a noise and Nancy splutters, “Mine? Or Robin’s-“

“What do you mean, yours or Robin’s, both of you guys-“ Steve seems to realize something midway through his sentence and pauses, “you guys aren’t there yet, are you?”

In response to Robin and Nancy’s confused looks, Steve explains. Explains how Nancy and Robin have been together for years now, got unofficially married a few years back, had Rose, their daughter, whom Eddie and Steve were babysitting while Nancy and Robin were away in New York for a story Nancy was reporting on.

“Fuck, that’s- a lot,” Robin breaks the stale silence that had settled amongst them.

“Yeah, uh, I don’t know if we’re meant to tell you all that, like I'm pretty sure it goes against like every time travel movie ever or something-“ Eddie shoots a look at Steve, who grins guiltily.

“Oh shit, man, you’re right,” Robin snaps her fingers, “I swear, if this fucks up space and time, that’s on you, Steven of the Future,”

Nancy’s in a world of her own; watching Steve and Eddie, the way they’re so close, matching rings on their hands, the way they keep saying us or we. They never explicitly said it, but they’re together now - and it works, and they’re so confident together ImA way that makes Nancy jealous. She watches the toddler, Rose, playing with a pony toy from her little backpack, completely unaware of the situation unfolding around her, every now and then prompting Eddie or Steve to play with her. Something about this future- Nancy longs for it, spending her life with Robin something she had considered but never seriously until now-

“Nance, you okay there?”

Robin rests a hand on her thigh and breaks her out of her thoughts. She jumps at the touch and heat rises in her cheeks. There is a future where she spends a life with Robin; beautiful, witty, kind Robin, who can talk for hours on end and it would still sound like music to Nancy’s ears. Robin, who effortlessly makes her blush, who makes her feel warm in a way she handy truly felt in so long.

She decides that today was the day she would start this future with Robin Buckley.

“Yeah, Rob, I’m fine, I- can I talk to you, for a minute?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Nancy leads Robin into the woods skirting the lake. It’s still summer in this time too, apparently, but not the sticky, damp summer of ‘86; the water is back in the lake, that much Robin is aware of after the past hour, and there is an absence of spores and gaping ominous splits in the ground, indicating that Hawkins had recovered. Things do get better.

Nancy stops suddenly and Robin absentmindedly stumbles into her. She mumbles in apology and Nancy takes her hand.

“Rob, I… I’m a coward,”

Robin stares at her in disbelief. There’s no way that Nancy Wheeler, who jumps headfirst into danger, owns at least three guns, fights monsters regularly, and doesn’t hesitate to beat someone twice her size up is a coward. Robin goes to say something when Nancy continues.

“I’ve been pushing down how I’ve been feeling for so long because I was scared. Because it felt wrong, the way I feel about you. But now… know I realize that I want to feel this way about you. I want this- this future, Robin. I want to be with you, I want to travel with you and get fake married, maybe even have a kid even if I think they’re a little annoying. Because now I understand that I’d do anything as long as it’s with you,”

Robin doesn’t know how to respond, but finds herself wrapping her arms loosely around Nancy’s waist and leaning in ever so lightly, the smaller girl going up on the tips of her toes and they both close the space between them with a kiss.

Despite what she’s been told about first kisses, this doesn’t feel like fireworks. Instead, Robin feels like she’s melting into Nancy, warm and happy and grinning so hard that the kiss breaks off and Nancy’s smiling too, their foreheads pressed together. Robin can’t help herself and kisses Nancy again, and again and again peppering kisses all over her adorable face, cupping Nancy’s cheeks in her hands. She can feel Nancy’s laugh, hear the sweet sound as Nancy loops her arms over Robin’s shoulders and around her neck, her sharp blue eyes meeting hers.

“Soo… does this make us girlfriends? Like, officially?”

Robin chuckles and kissed her on the lips again, shorter this time, “yeah, I guess so,”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

They walk hand in hand back to Steve’s car, saying their goodbyes to the future versions of their friends, promising Eddie they’re gonna save him quicker this time, that they’re gonna make sure Steve realizes Eddie likes him back sooner, for the sake of everyone’s sanity. Before they leave, Rose comes up to Nancy and pulls on her pant leg again, holding up a small rock she’s picked up from the lake shoreline. Nancy takes it and smiles at the little girl, who goes and hides behind Eddie, smiling shyly at Robin and Nancy.

Nancy jumps back into the lake first, and for a minute she thinks it hasn’t worked. But sure enough, she feels that familiar stomach-churning and she’s back in the dried-up version of Lover’s Lake. Robin quickly follows and then the boys are back, seemingly no time has passed since they went through the time gate.

“We just spoke to the others, they said that found something weird too; they swear they could hear music coming from their gate, Hoppers coming to get us now,” Dustin tells them, out of breath from running back to tell them.

The girls share a look. Nancy then turns to the boys, “well, come on then, let’s go check that out,”

The kids take off in front of them, and Nancy and Robin trail behind, hand in hand, letting their future start.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

99.9% of this is word vomit so 😭 oops

#ronance #ronancetober #ronancetober day 11 #this may be riddled with spelling mistakes #subtly slipping in my parents ronance agenda #nancy is the embodiment of repressed lesbian yearning #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance fanfic #wildestflowrs writes

[marellytalks]

currently just working on updates but something grabbed my thoughts and wouldn't let go.

Chay is always the good, adorable kid? Who once dyed his hair purple and almost took some pills and drank? but that was it?

I don't think he got any further with Kim other than hugs and hand-holding but he's at the pool one morning with Porsche and all the guards are doing that diving with hands tied behind them exercise and the sight of their muscles gleaming as they writhed and it awakens Hoe!Chay

some little bit of hoe!chay underneath here so if its in't your thing,

please dont go any further

yall duly warned

dont come for my throat

What if he suddenly looks at all guards around him and thinks it's a buffet and maybe he could be the village bicycle

but any ways he goes around seducing some of them for fun and he succeeds with everyone because he uses his doe eyes like a weapon and his smiles as ammunition

nights tutoring with Arm turns into make out session , climbing Pol like a ladder because that man is tall like tree, being pressed into the gun booth because he asked Big for some information on gun handling and sitting on the kitchen counter in the guards room with Chan between his thighs because he was carried to sit up there before being kissed thoroughly

until something happens one day, maybe another kidnapping or drive by shooting, and to Kinn's surprise, he saw Chan knocking on Chay's door and him hugging the breath out of Chay the moment the door opens and he catches Chay on Chan's lap, being comforted after being terrified and Chan is horrified that Kinn saw them but does not react because he does not want Chay to be further upset so he just shifts a little bit so Chay didn't see Kinn at the door so Kinn leaves quietly.

Chan apologises and offers his resignation but Kinn didn't accept because Chan was an exemplary staff so he decided that he will let it rest.

And then another day he goes to Miss Erica's booth to get his gun cleaned and get a new one and he wonders why Ms Erica is acting sus but he's allowed to go in anyway and he sees Chay straddling Arm's lap , tongues down each other throat.

So Arm is also another exemplary staff and he has not failed in his duties so he slowly reverses his steps and bumped into Ms Erica and she says it's been two months and she's never seen Arm this happy and lively before.

and the final straw is Khun coming up to him, quiet and subdued , requesting for a private meeting and Kinn has never see him like this before before Khun shows Kinn what was being recorded on the cameras, which Kinn was informed nobody else have access. It shows a clear clip of Pol and Chay in the water, Pol is topless , Chay is stuck like a leech to Pol's chest and Kinn grimaces at the image but it remind him of all that time when he and Porsche had jumped into the pool to escape being detected.

"What should we do? What if Kim knows about this?"

"Kim broke his heart. He has no say. I don't think we should do anything about this. Anyway, while all this was going on, I saw no lapse in their work and they were even more vigilant. But if somebody gets hurt , we will step in."

This also reminds me of the question that Chay has for him all those months ago and it struck him as odd, Chay had asked ,

"P'kinn, can I date the guards?"

Guards, indeed.

#kinnporsche the series #chay is being a hoe #Big is alive idc

[thefrontofmymind]

st characters + tiktok headcanons

idk,,,,let me live

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steve: man's is on straight tiktok and he can't figure out how to get out of it. he liked ONE charli d'amelio video! he begs robin to send him the weirdest videos she can find in hopes of changing his fyp but it doesn't work. tiktok has a vendetta against him.

eddie: that guy who runs his guitar through different objects and shampoo and stuff.

nancy: lots of political content, mixed in with that australian barista with the short hair who posts in their cafe all the time.

robin: for a solid month every video on her fyp had the audio where the autotuned guy is singing 'she pisses when she farts, sometimes she sharts'. also she's the first to know about any alt-adjacent trend and she finds future viral audios when they have like 14 videos.

jonathan: photography tips and music reviews and that's about it. he barely goes on it.

argyle: god tier fyp!! just the wildest out-of-context videos. like ones that you could say have vine energy. it helps that he also posts a lot when he's stoned (he has like 4 followers but all his videos have like 20k likes and a billion comments and duets)

mike: somehow his fyp thinks he likes the dsmp, he doesn't but its all that shows up even though he has anyone even slightly involved in the dsmp blocked.

will: lots of art stuff, mixed in with videos of millenials' dogs that he finds cute!

el: unironically loves the fairy trend. once went viral bc she posted a video of her moving stuff with her mind and no one believed it was real and she got kinda clowned on when she kept insisting it was.

max: ironically loves the fairy trend. also obsessed with watching fit checks of cool oat milk latte people. and peach prc (she's been there since the cd wall days).

lucas: lowkey kinda cringe nba fan accounts. and then also el's videos because she's the only account he follows. also those accounts where a robot explains the plot of a movie over like 16 parts in broken english and he could watch them for hours.

dustin: lots of college humor/dropout content, specifically because he loves sending dimension 20 clips to eddie and the rest of hellfire.

erica: anti-establishment punks and also my little pony videos, i don't know how she managed to get her fyp so accurately curated, i think she contacted tiktok directly about it.

joyce (el made her get one): crockpot cooking videos/jarring and canning videos. and like 'fun fact of the day' accounts.

hopper (joyce made him get one after el made her get one): he blocks every account he comes across and just watches el's videos--he likes all of them and fights with people in her comments and says he'll track their ip addresses (he doesn't know what an ip address is)

#jorj thoughts #stranger things #stranger things headcanons

[mizufae]

Dream Stranger Things S5 look highlights (please make fanart I beg of you):

Steve with a thick mid-80s mustache, but otherwise channeling Tony from Who’s the Boss with soft sweaters and belted jeans, peak dad despite being 20.

Robin goes full Duckie from Pretty in Pink with fun hats, bolo ties, oversized blazers with cuffed sleeves, and those little round shades, so we can finally get Duckie and Andie together they’re just lesbians named Robin and Vickie.

Mike gets a climactic hair cutting drama scene so for the rest of the season he has an absolute mess on his head. Also he’s got a grandpa sweater again, with red and yellow colorwork, with a blue plaid flannel underneath, acid wash jeans that don’t quite reach the ankles of his loooong legs, and fuck off hiking boots, for kicking. Basically, a hot mess on the edge but armored in things that make him feel safe.

El dresses like Hopper had babies with a mall because she kept all his clothes after he died but could only bring herself to wear them when that was proven to be an exaggeration. She belts his giant shirts and has colorful leggings on underneath. Boots also, for stomping. Pleat front trousers cuffed seventeen times and tucked in band tshirts stolen from Jonathan. Erica gives her a bunch of sparkly clips to corral her short curls.

Will wearing all his brightest colors because he is fucking angry and done hiding. Rust red canvas utility vest with pockets full of ammo, torn corduroys patched with mismatched flannel on the inside, vintage Nike running shoes like Anthony Michael hall had in the breakfast club (they are blue with a yellow swoosh!), polo with striped sleeves and contrast collar. The haircut stays, because I’ve come around to it, and if you can’t love him at his bowlcut you don’t deserve him at his literally any other hair ever.

At some point, to sneak into the hospital after visiting hours, Lucas steals some scrubs and a white coat. Then he gets roped into supernatural events so for the rest of the season he looks like a very tired and muddy black Doogie Houser MD. Nobody is around to help maintain his flat top so he trims it round and ends up with super cute short twists from constantly finger curling it because anxiety.

Erica steals Lucas’ season 2 look and wears an American flag bandana as a headband.

Dustin is deep in his feels, ditches the cheerful overshirts and pun hats. Layers, tshirt with flannel with hooded sweatshirt with denim jacket, hood up. Camo cargo pants. Every pocket full of supplies, batteries, pliers, a fair few knives, multi tools, extraneous plugs and wires, an entire med kit distributed. Knife in his boot. Dark green hat, no embroidery.

Nancy in a pink and teal windbreaker. Also she should be in her battle stripes, maybe a black and white zig zag sweater? A vertical striped shoulder padded blazer? That’s a bit 90s but yknow, liberties. But I want the whoosh whoosh whoosh of a windbreaker while she meaningfully strides towards an enemy with a murder glare.

At some point El finds Max in her mind, and they talk to each other in the void while wearing abysmal hospital gowns. And just like in S3 Max is like “wtf we need makeovers” so she thinks of the coolest fucking outfit imaginable for herself (something very cali, definitely involving a red leather jacket, very glorious hair) and gets to wear that the rest of the season.

#stranger things #PLEASE DRAW STEVE WITH A MUSTACHE #I want drawings so bad I will use their tags #steve harrington #dustin henderson #will byers #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #el hopper #nancy wheeler #robin buckley

[ghostputty]

Uhh 7,14,31 and 33 for Kestral (a lot of them cas I’m indecisive sorryy)

7. Does your oc collect anything? What about of knowledge or facts? How big is their collection?

kestral actually collects crystals and shoes BAHAHA, she’s a girl of the people. her crystal collection is a pretty decent size but her shoes collection …….. massive

14. What is your oc’s speech like? How loud are they usually? Do they have an accent or a stutter?

OH i have !!! a voice claim for her !!! erica linbeck as jessie (ff7) is … the perfect voice for kes, she’s got like. a light fun and flirty voice but it also has a slight rasp to it (?) i can’t describe it but if u look up clips of her character you’ll see what i mean !!

31. What inspired the creation of your oc? Any specific things, a general aesthetic or idea, or something completely random?

when i was making kes i wanted to originally make a sim that fit the fairy grunge kinda style !! the witch idea popped into my head like 30 minutes into making her and bam dof was born !! some fun facts kes originally had black hair and a vampire brother (who doesn’t exist in dof) her name was also originally gonna be felicity

33. What five objects or things could be expected to be found on your oc’s person at any time?

rose quartz, lip gloss, a sticky note from artemis reminding her not to forget her books, a hair clip and a snack !!

send an oc ask?

#TY for sending some hehe <33 #side note ​finding voice claims is So Hard #i’ve only got like ten rn ;-; #asks #dof asks #kestral* #theperksofbeingcluelesss