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May prompt: "Delay" wc: 408 | rated: G | cw: N/A
Robin is graduating. Eddie isn't. Steve has to choose between following his best friend or staying with his boyfriend. Or does he?
They had a plan, Steve and Robin.
Working at Scoops Ahoy and Family Video had helped them save a bit of money. Adding in the government bribe for the whole Upside-Down affair and they had what they needed to get out of Hawkins.
But it was not enough for both Robin’s studies and an apartment. Which was when Steve’s grandmother came in.
Helen Harrington had decided that her grandson college’s trust fund was not going to be something he could only use for himself. She wanted him to support his future wife by helping her get an education to better follow her dreams, just like her husband had done.
Which was why Steve and Robin were going to marry as soon as she graduated, to get that sweet, sweet trust fund money.
She was still not sure what college to choose, but Chicago was a strong contender, and they had taken a trip there in February to get the lay of the land.
Wherever Robin wanted to go, Steve would follow.
That was the plan.
But now…
Now Steve’s future was fractured.
On one side, there was Robin, his best friend, his platonic soulmate.
On the other hand, there was Eddie.
Eddie with his tender eyes, his mischievous smile, and all his obscure references he always explained to Steve.
Eddie, and the sweet kisses they shared at every corner.
Eddie and the nights spent learning each other’s bodies.
Eddie, and the delay in Steve’s plan caused by the month his boyfriend had spent abed and Principal Higgins’ refusal to let him finally graduate.
Steve wanted to spend his afternoon bitching with Robin.
Steve wanted to wake up every morning in Eddie’s arms.
He had been so sure of his future, before. But now, admiring his boyfriend face glowing in the morning sun, he was hit by the inescapability of his situation.
“I don’t need that diploma, sweetheart” Eddie whispered in his neck. “I can follow you to Chicago.”
Steve’s throat tightened. “I don’t want you to sacrifice that for me, Teddy. I know it would hurt you. Don’t lie.”
“Stevie…”
“Hey, Dinguses!”
They both jumped as Robin threw herself on the bed between them.
“You know I’m taking a gap year, right?”
“You what?”
“I wasn’t going to make you leave your new boyfriend, Steve. And someone has to make sure this dumbass actually studies instead of either pinning or making out with you in a dark corner.”
Oh just FUCK RIGHT OFF
Where are the fics where Eddie Munson sees Indie underground pop Steve for the first time since high school and it’s THIS PICTURE and Eddie just???
Steve looks so soft??? What the fuck??
Cue feral rabid rat man Eddie devouring every scrap of Steve he can find like it’ll help solve the mystery of the real thing
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Stranger Things - 100 words - Steddie
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“You should really take your vest off, Eddie,” Robin said. “You’re going to cook in it.”
“I’m allergic to tanning, Birdie.”
A few feet away, Dustin jumped into the pool, splashing everyone.
“HENDERSON! Come back here! You need sunscreen!”
Lucas tried to follow Dustin, but Steve was faster.
“Not you too!” he started to rub lotion on the squirmy teen. “No one gets sunburn on my watch.”
Eddie froze.
Then his shirt and vest were off.
“Stevie, can you help me put lotion on my back?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“You’re blushing,” Robin whispered.
“Shut up. It’s the sun. I'm burning.”
The voices in my head.
I am laaaate. But who cares.
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Stranger Things - 100 words - rated G
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“So.” Steve took a step back, taking in the sigh before him. “NASA.”
Clad in his graduation clothes, Dustin beamed.
“Yes! The interview is next Tuesday. There is no guarantee, but I think I have my chances.
“You're planning on flying a spaceship to the stars one day, Henderson?
Dustin gave him his most judgmental stare. “They're balls of fire, Steve.”
“That's not what I was…”
“You can't land on them. You’ll burn down long before reaching the 'surface.'”
“I mean…”
“I’m going to fly a spaceship to Mars, Steve. Because it's a planet. And you can land on those.”
...
Ice Water
right about now.......
being fluent in two languages is so weird when you think too hard about it.... like just switching between the two of them while talking to someone who also speaks both and we're carrying on a normal conversation like my friend just asked me "t'sais où jpeux finder the movie we talked about yesterday?" bro what are you even saying but also I fully understand what you're saying
So, tattoo shop AUs are really popping off lately and personally I love it. What’s more romantic than bleeding for art? Nothing!
But as someone married to a tattoo artist, I have been experiencing some mild She Wouldn’t Say That regarding tattoo culture. So here’s a few quick tips that may help inform your AU. With a grain of salt for my mostly-second-hand knowledge:
NO ONE REPUTABLE SHOP WILL TATTOO A DRUNK PERSON. EVER. or even a person they suspect of any kind of inebriation. This is not just for Regret reasons, but also because alcohol is a blood thinner. If someone is on an acute dose of blood thinners, you generally do not want to stab them dozens of times per second.
Maybe this is regional, but in my experience most tattoo places don’t call themselves parlors anymore. It has a kind of seedy vibe. I see shop or studio a lot but rarely parlor.
Most tattoo artists are hot, yes, but none are as hot at my wife
Tattooing janks up your hands. Sometimes in a RSI way but definitely in a changing-gloves-every-five-minutes-fucks-up-your-skin way.
Artists themselves are rarely if ever employees of the shop. They will be independent contractors who pay the shop either a cut of their sales or rent on their station like a hair dresser. They are also (usually) responsible for taking care of their own supplies, tools, etc. except for the stencil printer. What kind of dweeb would have their own stencil printer?
There is always a line for the stencil printer. Always.
Artists generally spend orders of magnitude more time working on art, replying to emails, doing consults, etc compared to time with their needles in skin.
A typical schedule for an artist might be: wake up at noon and guzzle half her body weight in coffee, one appointment from 1-4, and another from 6-9. Home to eat one (1) real meal at 10 pm. Drawing until 5 am. This is good for her actually and good for our marriage and she’s so healthy all the time.
An ideal shop receptionist needs to be friendly, knowledgeable, and encouraging. They also need to be willing to get out the baseball bat that is kept behind the counter.
If a shop has to choose between “good people skills” and “will promptly rebuff Nazis and the obviously inebriated” the later is often a more important consideration.
At any given moment in any given shop there’s going to be at least one apprentice or someone bumming around hoping to be taken on as an apprentice. They spawn on tic and this feature cannot be disabled.
Again I can not overstate how hot my wife is
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Stranger Things - 100 words - Rated G
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Robin's shoes are a work of art, period
Robin watched Vickie leave Family Video, trying to calm her racing heart.
“Jesus, she’s like, totally into you.”
She jumped. Steve was watching her from the Sci-Fi section, a stack of movies in hand.
“You should ask her out.”
“Are you insane? I can’t tell Vickie I like girls, Steve.”
“You don’t have to.” He winked. “Just show her your boobies shoes.”
She blinked.
“Wrong shelf Dingus.”
“What?” He looked at his hands. “No? Alien is Sci-Fi?”
Not the movie, you.” Robin pushed him toward the other side of the store. “This is where clowns belong. In the comedy section.”
“tumblr ceo sucks too” oh mood my bad I honestly forget we even have a ceo I kind of just view this website as a self governed purgatory that runs on sulfur and spite alone
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