Ahahahahh Yes I Can Definitely See That

Ahahahahh yes i can definitely see that

Just two divorced parents exchanging their kid on the weekend

thinking about robin and a short!reader because i’m five-two and the following chaotic scenario is on my brain constantly:

robin is mumbling something against your lips, and for a brief moment you can’t believe she’s still finding a way to talk when you’re literally kissing her.

she pulls back, face flushed, grinning wildly at your confusion. you haven’t waited this long to kiss her for her to talk all the way through it and pull away just as it’s getting really good.

“m’ sorry, but i’m getting a crick in my neck, you’re too short,”

“you’re such a charmer, buckley,”

but your standing on your toes, balanced with a hand on each of her shoulders. she takes a second to consider the options, nose scrunching in contemplation.

“jump.”

“what- im not just going to jump up and down to kiss you rob, i fully intend to put my tongue in your mouth at some point-“

“not on the spot,” she rolls her eyes. “jump, and i’ll catch you.”

“oh,” you realise, lips twitching into a grin, “yeah, okay.”

you bend your knees a little in preparation and her eyes widen as she grabs your waist firmly, holding you against the ground for a panicked moment.

“wait, i have zero coordination, you need to warn me or we’ll both fall and then you’ll get a concussion and-“

“robin,” you pulls her down towards your lips, fist wrapped around a handful of her shirt, “i’m warning you now that i am about to jump into your arms and then i’m going to kiss you until you forget how to talk for least an hour, okay?”

robin nods, grinning with love struck awe.

“yeah, okay.”

𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

something sweeter [1.5k]

you get a tattoo, eddie takes care of you. suggestive, fluff

sick body, sick smile [4.6k]

you're bored, it's summer, and eddie's a distraction, smut, fluff

sick sounds [5.1k]

eddie gets very, very good at fucking you the way you like it, smut

bruise of the year [2.7k]

eddie drags you out to lovers lake for some fun, smut, fluff

drabbles

.:Survive the Tide:. (Eddie Munson x Reader) Ch 5

A/n: Time to tackle S4 part 2! We are straying far from the cannon, my friends. TW: gore, violence, disturbing Vecna visions

LINKS:   Part 1    Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5 _____________________________________________

Ch 5 .:Convergence:.

“No, no no no,” Eddie cradled your face in his hands, shaking you, trying to get you to show any sign that you could hear him. Your eyes were completely rolled into the back of your head, your body deathly still, and Eddie felt fear twist its knife into his gut as he remembered Chrissy, standing in the exact same spot that you were before she…

No.

He wasn’t going to let that happen. Not this time. Not to you.

“Robin we need music, now!” Steve shouted through the gate, “and try to get in contact with Dustin and the rest of the kids, the radio’s in your bag!”

“I’m on it!” she yelled back, already retrying the channels on the walkie talkie and rummaging through Eddie’s tapes.

Amidst the commotion Nancy was the only one that caught the inky black vines slowly creeping towards you on the floor, and as one of them coiled around your ankle alarms rang out in her head. She reached out and grabbed your arm just as your body shot back towards the open door of the trailer, the vines trying to pull you outside.

“Shit!” Eddie cursed as he lurched forward with you, trying desperately to pull you back. Steve took your knife out from your jacket pocket, slashing at the vines around your legs, but it seemed like every one he cut through was replaced in an instant. Nancy could feel her footing slipping as the vines climbed higher and higher up your body, their hold on you growing stronger.

“(Y/n), please,” Nancy begged, “I know you’re in there. Wake up!”

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‘Wake up,’ you mentally kicked yourself, 'none of this is real…’

You knew that, but every nerve in your body was telling you it was. This was your room. Every detail was laid out exactly as you knew it— the familiar feeling of your bed when you’d landed on it, the posters and photographs, even the plastered over hole in the drywall from when you’d thrown a fit in middle school. And then there was Billy, sitting on your bed across from you like he was still alive.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” he grinned, but the expression felt off. It was hollow; not quite reaching his eyes.

Waves of conflicting emotion crashed against your psyche all at once. Confusion, grief, longing, betrayal, sadness, anger. There were so many things left unresolved between you that it made your head pound and your heart ache. But you had to force yourself to come back to reality.

“You’re not real,” you said, fighting to keep your voice from shaking, “you… you’re dead. I was just at the gate in Eddie’s trailer, I’m not actually here…”

Billy’s brow creased, his head slowly tilting to the side. His movements were deliberate. Calculated. Nothing at all like him. You were frozen in place as he approached you, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. His hand was ice cold but you jerked away from his touch like you’d been burned. Fear shot up your spine, yelling at you to get the hell out of there.

“Don’t touch me,” you said, stumbling slightly as you backed away from him.

“(Y/n),” the image of Billy tutted, snapping the red notebook in his hands shut and tossing it on your desk. He put out his cigarette on the wood next to it, his eyes flickering up to yours. “That’s all you have to say? I gotta admit I expected more from you, sweetheart. After all… you let me die.”

You felt bile rise in your throat as red suddenly began to seep through his white tank top, blooming from the center of his chest. The fabric ripped open by itself as Billy slowly walked towards you, a hole in his torso growing and growing until you could see the other side of your room clean through him. Your vision blurred and you felt tears burn behind your eyes, spilling over and down your cheeks.

As he reached out for you again, your fight or flight response jolted through your body, making you move without thinking. You quickly grabbed the reading lamp from your desk, smashing it into the side of his head. You shoved him aside with all the force your could muster, running past him to your door. You should have noticed that something was wrong when you were able to swing it open when it had been locked before, but your brain was just telling you to run, overriding everything else in your mind.

You slammed the door behind you, about to take off down the stairs until you realized you were no longer in your house. You were in Eddie’s trailer, standing in the middle of the living room. Your eyes darted up to the ceiling, looking for a way to escape, but the gate wasn’t there.

'That’s because this is all in your head,’ you reminded yourself, the logic cutting through the noise in your brain for a split second, 'you have to fight this.’

But as soon as your eyes drifted down from the ceiling you cried out, Billy suddenly not a foot away from you. You turned to run but he was there again, seemingly in front of you no matter where you looked. His skin was gray and decomposed, eyes pure white and glassy. Blood stained his clothes and hair, and open sores ate away at his body, exposing the chords of muscle and bone beneath.

“You let me die…” he repeated, maggots falling from his mouth as he spoke and his voice distorted into a guttural growl.

Billy’s face began to morph. His skin moved like liquid, melting and rearranging itself on his face. His hair darkened and uncurled to past his shoulders, his clothes flickered into different colors, and to your horror the final result was Eddie staring back at you, speaking in the same distorted voice.

“. . . and you replaced me without a second thought.”

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NO BECAUSE THIS BROKE ME EVEN MORE..SO HERE

cherry bomb. | steve harrington

Abstract: “I’ve been spending too much time with Robin, probably. I get nervous and I just start talking, and I don’t really think about what I’m saying beforehand.”

You chuckled, shifting closer yet, and brought your other hand to his face as well, cupping his cheeks to make him turn his head slightly in your direction - his eyes moved over your face, from one side to the other, lips and then eyes.

“Do I make you nervous, Harrington?” you asked amused, a grin on your lips as your voice lowered. His breath caught in his throat, the tip of his tongue darting between his lips - you looked down at his mouth then, head slightly tilted, and he was suddenly aware of how close the two of you actually were.

“No,” he breathed out - then, because your smirk grew, he sighed. “A little,” he admitted, voice softer, hand inching up towards your knee.

Words: 8.9K (this wasn’t supposed to be this long, apologies)

Warnings: (f!reader, r has tattoos); minors dni. swearing, mentions of alcohol, usage of light drugs, teasing, flirting, pet names, smut, the smallest hint of praise kink, the smallest hint of sub steve too (blink and you’ll miss it), fingering, dry humping, hickeys, like a lot of hickeys and other lovebites, protected sex (wrap it up people), some fluff unedited

Author’s note: based mostly on the song cherry bomb by the runaways, but also some other bits of the album - if i missed some warnings please do tell me

also on AO3 - masterlist

It was easy to stand out in a town like Hawkins - the smallest hint of being different would immediately bring people to look at the person with sneers of diffidence and a scoff on their lips.

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