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JACK SINGING KILL BILL BY SZA 😭😭
U wanted more perv!eddie I shall deliver ok so perv!stepbro!eddie x innocent reader where she comes to him with a problem ‘down there’ ;))
today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)
this post is 18+ (and so are its characters) and dark, minors dni.
Hurts like Hell: Kas! Eddie x Sinclair! Reader
Summary: You get word that the party has found Eddie alive but changed. In an effort to get him back to seeing reason, you put your life at risk to save your friends and if he’s still in there, the man you love.
Trigger Warnings: Violence, discussions of mental health, blood, mentions of pregnancy
I dialed down the angst a lot when I edited it today so im not sure i like this one, idk lemme know what you think
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Girlfriend | E.M.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader
Summary: Your boyfriend is very drunk, doesn’t recognize you and tells you he has a girlfriend.
Word count: 1k
Warnings: this is literally just 1k of fluff. There is a tiny bit of angst about the upside down, but not really. A lot of mentions of Eddie being drunk
Author’s note: Canon divergence, it’s not really ST4 Vol. 2 compliant. Also, established relationship! :))
Disclaimer: GIF isn’t mine ;))
Eddie Munson, the notorious drug dealer of Hawkins High and more importantly your loving boyfriend, never drank very much. Sure, he’d have the occasional beer during Corroded Coffin band rehearsals or after their performances in the Hide Out, but he almost never got hammered. He much preferred the high of a – or several – joints, relishing in the fact that the hangovers weren’t nearly as bad.
Which is why you’re very surprised to see your leather clad boyfriend quite drunk during Steve’s party at Harrington Manor, as you liked to call it. It is the first time you’ve ever seen him like this.
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Being in a secret relationship with Jack wasn’t really your ideal relationship but he always told you how he wanted things between the two of you to be kept a secret to be his little secret you were the one thing nobody knew about, and he wanted to keep it that way.
It was the night before Jack’s final show in Australia only a few people knew that Jack and you were a thing and that was Neelam and Urban and a few of your close friends back home but that was about it.
“You look so good tonight, Jack.” Straddling Jack’s lap, you smiled and admired him he had on black cargos and white tank top but that was one thing about Jack he always made the most basic outfits not look so basic.
“Thank you baby you look good too.. I’m trynna see you in that birthday suit if we’re being honest.” You moaned as Jack started kissing on your neck softly, his lips were so soft ever kiss he left on your neck made you want more and more but unfortunately Jack was due to be on stage in a few minutes, so this moment had to wait till later.
“Not right now Jack you’re about to be on in a few minutes.” Groaning Jack pulled away from you.
“When are you going to tell everyone about us.” You mumbled and started twiddling with your thumps, everytime you brought that question up it led to an argument.
“When I’m ready baby I don’t think it’s a good time to announce us being together especially with my career taking off.” That was his excuse recently he didn’t want you being the reason his rise of fame fell so quickly.
“Let’s go then yeah I know everyone’s probably wondering where we are.” Getting off of him you took his hand and headed over towards where everyone was at.
“What we’re you two doing?” 2fo gave Jack and You a questioning look as did everyone else.
“I didn’t really like the outfit I had tried on earlier for tonight, so Y/N helped style me into this one really quick.” Jack lied quickly and the boys nodded in approval of Jack’s outfit but 2fo was too busy looking at you he had a feeling Jack wasn’t exactly telling the truth, but he decided to put it to rest for now.
“Well, are we just going to be standing around or put on a show for the fans?” Urban questioned and everyone 2fo and the rest of the guys went on first and then Jack went on.
You watched on the side of the stage in awe at Jack seeing him perform for his fans never failed to amaze you he was talented and there was no doubt about it he always puts on a show that he knew his fans would remember for a lifetime.
“You know it’s still so unreal for him at times.” Urban came from behind you now standing next to you, he took a few pictures of Jack before turning his attention back to you.
“I bet it is especially for you as well.”
“Yeah, I’m not even the famous one but yet I still feel famous.” The both of you watched Jack in awe just truly soaking up all his glory Jack was made for this lifestyle, and you truly couldn’t see him doing anything else.
After the show you all decided to head over to one of the many clubs in Australia just to unwind and enjoy your last time here for a while. You didn’t really pack anything fancy like that you had that thought in the back of your head that you should but wearing dresses and tight clothing all the time wasn’t really your thing. Wearing sweatpants and a baggy or oversized shirt was more your style you always did feel a bit insecure seeing all the girls Jack follows or talks about and seeing just how differently their style was to yours.
Deciding on wearing just a basic crop top and leggings was going to be your outfit for tonight and Jack’s orange and blue north face puffer jacket as well you went to shower and do your hair and makeup.
“Baby you almost ready to go were about to leave in ten minutes baby.” Jack’s voice yelled from the other side of the door you looked yourself over one last time before opening the door, Jack’s smile that was once placed on his face quickly turned into a frown.
“This is what you’re wearing for tonight baby? I thought you were going to dress up you do know this is a club appearance as well.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You now felt insecure in what you were wearing you knew you should’ve brought a dress or something, but Jack always said he loved you in anything you wore he always said he preferred you without all the glitz and glam.
“It means there will be cameras there baby people taking pictures of us all together and you decided to keep it safe.. like you always do.” He mumbled that last part but you heard him loud and clear.
“I can change real quick if you want.” Biting your lip, you watched how Jack grew frustrated but there was no time for you to change.
“We don’t have time baby just come on you look good enough.” You didn’t want to ruin Jack’s image that was the only thought running through your mind the entire car ride there, while everyone else was socializing and drinking and going over their favorite moments on the trip you were too busy looking out the window and praying and hoping you weren’t going to mess up tonight.
Once you all arrived at the club Neelam and Urban got out first followed by 2fo and the rest of the guys, Jack and You being the last ones left in the SUV.
“You ready baby?” No, you weren’t ready especially after what he said to you earlier, you’d so rather go back to the hotel room then act like you’re having a good time in this club.
“I’m ready.” You whispered while Jack offered his hand to you which you took, and he helped lead you out of the SUV.
As soon as the two of you stepped out the paparazzi was going crazy people yelling Jack’s name from left to right cameras being shoved in his face and your face.
“Jack over here.”
“Jack who’s the girl?”
“Jack, can we get a picture of you really quick.”
Jack’s security guard safety got the two of you inside the club.
“Neelam said she already found a booth for us all I’ll just meet her over there.”
“Sounds good baby.” There was a VIP line that the two of you had to wait in and even if Jack was a celebrity he still had to be dressed to impress for the club and if he wasn’t well, they’d kick him out the club.
“Jack Harlow the man of the hour glad to see you in Australia.” One of the club owners greeted Jack the two of them talked for a few minutes before he left Jack in, once his attention was on yours, he couldn’t help but to turn his nose up to you.
“This.. I’m sorry but you are aware this is a club correct? Leggings and a crop top really don’t pass the club dress code.” Your eyes darted over towards Jack who just scratched the back of his head and shrugged his shoulders at you.
“Well Jack is my..”
You huffed you couldn’t even tell this man that Jack and You were actually together.
“Jack knows me so can’t I just come in anyways.” The club owner looked over at Jack then back at you.
“Jack, you know this girl?” Jack didn’t know what to do or say he loved you he truly did, but he knew how the media was and how people got so he felt like what he was about to say next was actually going to protect you but instead it hurt you.
“Never seen her in my life.”
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Not My Type
Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Steve have been dating for a while, but it turns out you've both just been using each other to hide your true feelings.
A/N: Okay so this is kind of going to be Steve and the reader sort of forcing a relationship with each other because well, neither of them are straight in this lol. (I did it so Steve was bi tho obviously, just pointing that out in case it wasn't clear)
Steve Harrington. He was probably one of your favourite people. He was your boyfriend for god's sake. But you weren't sure you wanted him to be.
You'd been dating for a few months now and you wanted to like him like that, you really did. But let's just say he wasn't exactly your type.
And whenever you saw him with Eddie, much like right now, it became clear to you that you might not be his type either.
You wanted to talk to him about it, but you didn't even know where to start. It wasn't exactly easy talking about this kind of stuff. But you knew you just couldn't continue this charade any longer. You just felt like you were keeping him from pursuing what he really wanted, who he really wanted. You had to say something.
"Steve?" You nudged his arm, directing his attention away from Eddie. "Can we talk?"
"Sure. What's up?" He said, as he took you off to the side so you could have some privacy.
"Okay, so you know I care about you."
"Are you breaking up with me?"
"No...I don't know...I just don't think we're a good match, like...maybe we'd prefer other people." You tried to say, gesturing towards Eddie to try and make things more clear.
Steve just let out a nervous laugh when he realised what you were trying to say. "You think I like Eddie?"
"Steve, come on. I see the way you look at him. And I see the way he looks at you."
"Really?"
"Yeah." You hesitated before saying the next part of your sentence. "And I get it."
"You like Eddie too?" He asked, the genuine surprise evident in his face.
"No." You told him. "Let's just say, he's not my type...and neither are you."
"What?"
"Okay." You huffed, forgetting how clueless Steve could be sometimes. "Fast Times."
Once you said that, a wave of realisation seemed to hit him. "Oh...you like boobies."
"Yeah." You nodded, relieved that he'd finally got it. "I like...boobies."
"Holy shit."
"Yeah."
"So were we literally just using each other this whole time?"
You chuckled. "It seems that way."
"So...what now then?"
"Well you're gonna talk to Eddie." You told him.
"What about you? Are you gonna be okay?"
"Steve, I'll be fine." You assured him, reaching out to grab his hand. "It wouldn't have been right for us to keep dating."
He just nodded before an awkward smile appeared on his face. "Okay, and for the record...I still like boobies, but I also like Eddie."
You smiled. "Okay. Now go talk to him for god's sake. It's been painful watching you with him."
You let go of his hand and watched as he walked over to Eddie. And as you watched them walk away together to talk, you were happy for him. You loved Steve and you only wanted the best for him.
urban giving reader their first edible and taking care of her while she’s high 🥺
AN: Hi, I hope you like it x
Oh, Baby, it’s Monday.
Summary: You and Eddie raise a baby… only you aren’t a couple and the baby isn’t real–but now it's the first week and things evolve. Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader [WC: 8k] Warnings: Idiots in love, language, Billy Hargrove and Carol Perkins are assholes, only getting a part 3 aka “Halloween” if people want it (comments and reblogs help!) Quick Links: Masterlist | Part One
Mr. Allen's classroom was a sound box of squabbles and chaos when you walked through the doorway Monday morning.
Tommy Hagen was throwing his doll across the room to Billy Hargrove in the far left corner as girls giggled in gaggles at their desks and Steve was trying to plead with the teacher at his desk.
It was like walking into an inferno without any water.
FIX YOUR FACE. | JACK HARLOW
PAIRING: jack harlow x black!fem!reader
SUMMARY: “fix your face before i sit on it.”
WARNINGS: arguing, mentions of oral (f)
WORD COUNT: 900+
A/N: i got my idea from this tiktok. i love his page 😭 this took me two hours to write btw!
SKYE’S NAV. | JACK HARLOW M.LIST | REQUESTS
jack, druski, urban, and the rest of the group were chilling in the living room, laughing and making jokes. the front door opening and slamming shut, followed by a loud groan interrupts them.
they see her walking through into the living room, a few bags in hand. her long butterfly locs sway with every step she took, her sunglasses sitting perfectly on top of her nose. she’s wearing low rise black jeans, a hot pink tank topped cropped top that looked like it had been cut, and a pair of hot pink and white dunks.
she has her signature waist chain on, along with her playboy bunny belly ring sitting right above it, her butterfly nose ring in, and the many rings resting on each of her fingers (besides her thumbs).
she looks way too good.
am i wrong or is hating eddie over this petty ass shit crazy like??
“that’s what he gets for speakin on lucas” you can’t be fr 😭
like eddie doesn’t like the basketball team anyway because they literally bully him?? you think he finna postpone his campaign for a basketball game? in his eyes it’s like “oh lucas chose being popular over us that’s crazy.”
you can’t tell me you wouldn’t think like that too especially if you were being treated like how they treated eddie 😐
Three inches
Summary: You invite your friends over to your house and your dad, Hopper, walks in at a bad time.
Warning: A little bit of smut if you squint & fluff.
Listen while reading:
Woman in love - Barbra Streisand
Being the daughter of the chief was a struggle for a teenager girl who just wants to have a little fun. With everything that's gone on in this town, he's of course very protective.
But it can be so annoying sometimes.
Today was one of those times.
Dad has a strict rule about keeping the door open 3 inches when I have boys over. I can understand the rule, he thinks I'm too young to be doing anything, but the thing is I don't like boys.
So, inviting my friends over when they're boys is always so embarrassing. That's why I regret ever agreeing to having the group over at my place.
"Dad, please don't embarrass me." I beg as I peek out the window, checking to see if Steve, Nancy, Eddie, and Robin have pulled up yet.
"I don't even know why you need two boys over. One is already pushing it." He grumbles from the kitchen.
"I'm 18 dad, just let me hang out with my friends in peace." I reply, turning to look at him and he just mumbles something about 'still in high school' and 'you act like a child' under his breath.
I roll my eyes and then hear a knock on the door. I rush over and open it to find my four best friends and I try to quickly usher them to my room before my dad can catch them.
Unfortunately, he still catches them.
Robin and Nancy successfully make it through the threshold of my room, but Steve and Eddie are both pulled back by large hands on their shoulders.
Hopper glares down at them and they both look about ready to piss themselves.
"Dad.." I warn him, knowing what's coming.
"Just need to tell them the ground rules." He replies, not even glancing at me. "Door open three inches. Always. Got it?"
They both aggressively nod.
"No kissing, touching, or any naughty business-"
"Dad!"
"And!" He raises a finger, pointing it in both of their scared faces. "Remember. I have a gun."
"Oh my god, dad!" I say exasperatedly as I pull Steve and Eddie by their arms and into my room, about to close the door behind me when he shouts 'three inches!'
"Yeah, got it!" I reply back, rolling my eyes and turning to find a scared looking Steve and Eddie, Nancy and Robin trying to hold back their laughter.
"Pussies." Robin mumbles, making us all break out into a laugh, except Steve and Eddie.
"Shut up, Robin. I'm just waiting for the day he finds out about you two and then you're the one shitting your pants." He says, pointing between Robin and I and I roll my eyes with a laugh, falling on the bed next to Robin and cuddling up beside her.
"Don't be jealous just because Robin likes boobies more than she likes your Farrah Fawcett hair." I reply and Robin cackles sharply while Steve glares at me.
"Did Henderson tell you that? He's fucking dead." He mumbles the last part to himself and I can tell he's blushing because Nancy now knows his embarrassing secret.
“You know, coincidentally, three inches is also the size of Steve’s-”
“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence, Robin.” Steve glares, one hand on his hip and one pointing at her like a mother threatening her child.
"Okay, I think we play some Truth or Dare to spice this up, what about you guys?" Eddie asks, hopping to his feet with a mischievous smile.
"I don't know.." I reply glancing towards my door in hesitation.
Eddie peeks out of the room to see Hopper lying on the recliner completely knocked out and he smiles before shutting the door all the way.
"Eddie!" I whisper shout at him, my eyes wide.
"He's knocked out, it's fine. Come on." He says gesturing for us all to sit on the floor of my room. I roll my eyes, but do it anyway.
"Okay, who's going first?" Eddie asks. No one responds so he rolls his eyes, "Okay, Wheeler. Truth or dare?"
"Um.. dare?" She replies, seeming timid with Eddie's evil smile on her.
"I dare you and Harrington to spend seven minutes in heaven." He smiles cheekily, pointing towards my closet and wiggling his eyebrows.
"Whoa, whoa. I don't need any weird substances on my clothes-" Robin cuts me off by slapping a hand to my mouth and smiling cheekily back at Eddie.
I hate these stupid matchmakers.
"Go ahead." Robin nods to the door and Nancy and Steve both grumble, but make their way inside the closet anyway.
When they're shut inside, we all wait patiently to see if we hear any noises. Eventually we get too bored and just decide to chat about random stuff.
“Hey, how long have they been in there?” Eddie suddenly asks and we all look at each other, shrugging.
Eddie stands up and goes to open the door. When he does we all gasp at the sight of Steve and Nancy sucking face. They both quickly pull away when they realize they’ve been caught.
Nancy blushes and Steve awkwardly clears his throat, “Um.. We’re going to get going actually. It’s late.” Steve says, grabbing Nancy’s hand and dragging her out of the room.
“Hey, wait! You’re my ride, Harrington!” Eddie yells, chasing the couple out the door.
I turn to look at Robin with wide eyes and she looks at me with the same expression. Then we both burst out into laughter.
After laughing about the chaotic situation for a good couple of minutes, we find ourselves laying on my bed, cuddled up and listen to the soft sounds of Woman in Love by Barbra Streisand playing from my stereo.
“You smell really good.” I mumble into Robin’s neck and hear the sound of her raspy giggle.
“I put my best perfume on just for you, sugar.” She replies and I blush in response, kissing her neck gently.
“What? You think you were gonna get lucky tonight?” I tease with a small smile, pulling away to look at her pretty face.
“Well, duh.” She replies and I giggle before pressing my lips against hers. The kiss is soft and sensual and I pull away to lick my lips.
“Are you wearing Cherry Cola Chapstick?” I smile, smacking my lips at the taste.
“You know it’s your favorite.” She huskily replies, pulling me back onto her lips by the collar of my shirt.
I move to straddle her, kissing her more desperate and rutting my hips against her thigh. She smiles into the kiss and flips us over, one of her legs slotted between mine so I can relive some of the pressure building.
She pulls away to watch me grinding against her thigh, sighing out a laugh, “There you go, pretty girl, use me.”
I whimper, trying to keep quiet since my dad is still in the house. She goes back to kissing me and I feel lightheaded with pleasure.
Suddenly the door that was once closed, slams open and the sound of my dads voice fills the room, “I told you, three inch-!”
I gasp when Robin pulls away and look to see my dad standing there, beet red.
“D-Dad!” I sputter, embarrassed. “Get out!”
“I-I’m sorry, I thought.. I’m sorry.” He stutters, shutting the door and I turn to Robin who looks back at me shocked.
Then she starts to laugh.
“It’s not funny, idiot.” I groan throwing a pillow at her, and this causes her to start full on cackling.
“I’m sorry..” She says, trying to catch her breath after her fit of laughter, “But that was really awkward. I can’t believe that happened.”
“That was terrible.” I groan, covering my face with my hands.
“Aww, sweetie. It’s alright. Look on the bright side, he doesn’t seem homophobic.” She shrugs, “He just seemed really uncomfortable. Which is fair when you walk in on your daughter heavily sucking face with someone-”
“You know, you’re really bad at comforting people.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot.” She smiles.
———
“See you tomorrow.” I smile, giving Robin a kiss on the cheek.
She waves goodbye and I shut the door behind her. I turn around and find my dad standing awkwardly.
“Dad, about earlier..” I start to say, but he just puts a hand up signaling me to stop.
“Just-” He starts and I wait nervously for whatever he’s going to say, “Just keep the door open three inches.”
I smile brightly and run over to him, hugging him tightly. He smiles, hugging me back and resting his chin on my head.
“Love you, dad.”
“Love you too, kiddo.”
———
Hopper the ally😝💪
Blue Pt. 2 (Robin x Reader)
Part 1
A/N: i was so surprised by how many people loved Blue and wanted a second part!! thank you all so much for your kind words! they really motivated me to get this out to you asap lol
CW: swearing
You jumped when you heard three loud bangs on your front door. When you moved to get it, lifting your tear-streaked face off of Steve’s chest, he gently pushed you back down, assuring you that he would get it. You were too devastated to argue.
Steve made his way downstairs and opened the door to an anxious, pacing Robin. She stopped in her tracks when the door swung open and faced Steve.
“Where is she? Is she okay? I looked around the whole party and everyone said she left but they didn’t know with who. I was worried sick.” She moved to step her foot through the threshold of the door but Steve blocked her.
“She’s fine, well physically.” Steve shook his head and sighed, “She needs some space, Robin. I’ll take you home and you can come back by tomorrow.”
“No,” She stated firmly, crossing her arms, “I need to see her.”
“Rob, she doesn’t need any more heartbreak right now, just please-“
“Heartbreak?” She blurted, “What do you mean heartbreak?”
Steve silently scolded himself for his mistake. He knew that telling Robin more information would make her even more determined to see you tonight.
“It’s not my place to tell you any of that. Like I said, come back-” Robin pushed past him as he spoke and dashed for the stairs. “Hey! Rob, I said-“
But she had already made it to your bedroom and pushed your door open slowly. She was met with the sight of your form in your bed, under the covers, and facing away from the door.
“y/n, thank god. I was looking for you everywhere.”
“Well that’s a first, isn’t it?” You bit back, sitting up and turning to face the blonde.
Before she could retort, Steve stepped into the room, about to give her hell for bothering you.
“I’ll leave when she tells me to, Harrington.” She groans, looking at you expectantly.
“She can stay,” You decided.
You had so much that you needed to say to her, so much that you kept bottled up for so long as not to disturb her happiness, but at your expense. You thought that especially after the events of tonight, you deserved to let her have it because as hurt as you were, you were also angry.
Steve threw his hands up in surrender and backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.
“What do you mean ‘that’s a first,’ y/n? I was so fucking worried about you.” She spat, beginning to pace around your bedroom.
“Robin, you haven’t cared about me for months! I’m surprised that you even noticed that I left the party!” You shouted, tears threatening to start falling once again, “You’ve been ditching me at parties to hang out with Vickie, canceling our weekly movie nights to go to Vickie’s house,” You scoff, furiously wiping a tear from your cheek, “You’ve even been eating lunch with her and leaving me at our table alone. And when we are together, she’s all you talk about. Our conversations have all been Vickie-centered! You haven’t asked about me in who knows how long! And you know what? I haven’t said anything to you because I didn’t want to get in the way of your goddamn happiness!” You took a calming breath before continuing, “I’m tired of feeling like my only purpose in your life is to serve as a listening ear for your one-sided conversations and a shoulder for you to lean on when you won’t offer me the same.”
“That’s not fair and you know it, y/n!” She spat as she continued to pace a hole in your bedroom floor, “It’s not my fault that you didn’t speak up. I can’t read your mind!”
“God,” You scoff, “You completely missed the point but I can’t even say that I’m surprised.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that your head has been up your ass, as of late,” The tears were freely falling down your cheeks and neck as you spoke, “You haven't been able to see anything beyond yourself and Vickie in a long time.”
“I have a life outside of you, y/n. Fucking sue me!” She stopped pacing to look at you, her hands flying wildly as she spoke.
All you wanted was for Robin to hear you, to care about how hurt you felt, but the longer the conversation (or screaming match) went on, you could tell that she was no closer to understanding your feelings than she was when she walked in your room.
“But you don’t have a life outside of Vickie though, right?”
“Just because your love life is nonexistent doesn't mean you can you get to stick your nose in mine!”
Your heart stung and hurt flashed across your face. You looked down at your hands in your lap. Robin had never been this malicious before, at least not to you. She knew what it was like to be gay in Hawkins and how hard it was to show yourself to someone, especially someone you liked. You had confided in her about how you felt insecure about your lack of dating experience and love life and at the time, she felt the same. It was so unlike her to take a jab at something that she knew you were insecure about. You didn’t recognize your best friend anymore.
“I want you to leave now, Robin.” Your voice cracked.
“y/n-” She started, taking a step toward you, holding a hand out. Regret was written all over her face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
“I said leave!” You fumed, refusing to let her see the hurt in your eyes, although you knew that she could probably hear it in your voice.
Robin wordlessly left the room, clicking the door shut behind her. It was only then that you allowed yourself to lay back down and sob.
****
After taking Robin home, Steve stayed the night on the floor in your bedroom. You didn’t want to be alone and he was happy to oblige. He sat in bed with you as you cried and vented about the fight that you had with Robin, although you were sure that she had already given him a recap from her perspective. He was there for you through it all, even in the weeks prior to the fight, when you felt like you didn’t mean anything to Robin and thought you were losing your best friend. You don’t know what you would have done without him. He even called out of work the next morning so he could stay with you.
You didn’t wake up until noon the next day, all the crying and yelling of the night before wearing you out. Steve offered to get pancakes for breakfast and you happily accepted but opted to stay home and wait rather than go with him. Just as he opened the door to leave, Robin appeared on your front porch, chewing on her lip and rocking on her heels. When she saw Steve on the other side of the door, her eyes widened.
“Listen, I know that you’re probably not gonna let me in because you didn’t want to last night and I was a bitch to y/n when I finally got inside and you and her probably hate me right now, but I feel physically sick when I reflect on my actions and words and I know that I don’t deserve it, but I need a second chance to fix this.” She looked at Steve pleadingly, her brows furrowing together.
“First of all, I don’t hate you, Robin. I think that what you said last night was shitty, but you’re still one of my best friends.” Steve said, “Go in and make amends, just please promise me that you’ll actually try to hear y/n out this time.” He stepped away from the door to allow Robin access before he headed out the door himself.
Robin pushed your door open slowly. Her heart was in her throat and as much as she wanted to make everything right, she was scared of how you’d react when you noticed her.
“What’d you forget this time ding-” You faltered when you saw Robin standing at your door, sporting a guilty smile, and not Steve coming back to retrieve something that he had forgotten. “What are you doing here?”
Robin’s cheeks flushed red and she looked down at her feet, “I-I didn’t come here to fight, I swear.” She walked further into your room, taking a seat in a chair adjacent to your bed. “I’ve been replaying last night in my head all night since I walked out of your room,” She sighed, playing with a loose thread on her jeans, “I couldn’t sleep because we weren't speaking. You are so endlessly important to me, y/n and I’m sorry that it took almost losing you to make me act like it.”
You nodded, finally allowing yourself to look at the blonde. You patted the spot next to you in bed and watched as Robin crossed the room and sat criss-cross beside you.
“I want my old Robin back. You don’t get to just apologize and continue to ditch me all the time until it’s convenient for you,” You sighed, “With that being said, I wasn’t exactly an angel either. I know that I should have been better at communicating when things started to bother me.”
She flung herself toward you and held you in a tight hug. You hold onto her just as tightly, burying her face in the crook of her shoulder. Your Robin was back.
“So, now that we’re on speaking terms again,” You chuckled, “Tell me all about your night with Vickie.”
“y/n…”
“No, it’s okay. I want to know.”
“Well, I don’t think that we’re a good match,” She shrugged.
“But, I saw you two-”
“Oh,” Robin’s face heated up, “You know, I had so many expectations as to what it would be like to kiss Vickie and finally get confirmation that she liked me. I expected to feel all warm inside and just so full of love, but I felt none of that. Actually… I’ve only ever felt that way with you. Aside from making sure that you didn’t get kidnapped by a drunk high schooler, that’s what I came here to tell you last night.”
A beat of silence passed as you processed what Robin had just told you, but she thought that the silence meant that you were uncomfortable or maybe even angry.
“Listen, I probably should have just kept that to myself because now you probably think I’m weird and maybe you won’t want to hang out with me anymore, but if you don’t feel the same, we can just forget I said anything and go back to being good old platonic Robin and y/n. I also want to add that I don’t think you’ll be interested in me just because you like girls but-”
You launched forward and connect your lips with Robin’s, winding your arms around her neck. She kissed you back slowly and moves her hands to your waist. Your heart leaped out of your chest as you came to the realization that you are getting exactly what you wanted for months. Robin noticed you and now she was kissing you with just as much enthusiasm as you were kissing her. When you finally pulled away, you looked at Robin with the biggest smile that you’ve managed in a while.
“I have been wanting to do that for such a long time,” You breathed, allowing a hand to linger on the blonde’s soft cheek.
Robin hummed and leaned into your touch, “Then why didn’t you?”
You thought for a moment, “There was always someone else,” You shrugged, dropping your hand from her cheek and taking her hand in yours, “Guess I just didn’t think I had a chance.”
Robin sighed, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles, “When we met at the beginning of junior year, I had the biggest crush on you. I was planning on asking you out, but by the time I got the confidence, you were one of my best and only friends and I couldn’t lose that, so I gave up and threw myself into Tammy, then eventually Vickie.” She paused for a moment, “But they never made me feel the way you do.”
You blushed, bringing her hand to your lips and dropping a kiss on her knuckles. You were over the moon and although you knew that you and Robin had a lot of growing to do, in the moment, you let yourself have the pure bliss of knowing that she was just as in love with you as you were with her. The rest would come later.
Got Jackman in a headlock
white coded fics be like: “he runs his fingers through your long silky hair, massaging your scalp until you fall into a deep slumber”
me, my head wrap, and my bonnet:
Absolutely fucking horrific that the general public wound up hearing about monkeypox in gay people first and thinks it's an STD or specifically gay disease. It's not deadly like HIV but this obviously mirrors that, except the fact it isn't a fucking STD at all, or even limited to physical contact. It can infect you anywhere, make blisters anywhere, and leave active virus on any porous enough material. Clothing, rugs, towels, seat cushions, not only are people using it for another LGBT witch hunt but they genuinely don't know their whole families could get it from shopping, seeing a movie, anything.
The last outbreak was from pets, specifically rodents and rabbits, but contained at about 50 cases. This time there's a couple thousand cases getting worse because most people weren't told what it actually is or how it spreads and half the country now just thinks diseases in general are liberal hoaxes or whatever the fuck they think. America is a shithole.