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Stobin Girls Night

Comissioned Emily @/kasphacked on twitter to draw this stobin moment from my fic Acta, Non Verba they're so cute I'm obsessed with them!!

See below the cut for a snippet of the fic and an alternate version of the art ⤵️

"Pshhh, he’s not even that cute,” Eddie lies. Steve is that cute, Eddie was helplessly drawn to him from the moment he saw that swoop of hair three years ago at an Alpha Sig kegger.

Apparently, Eddie walked right into the trap that Chrissy set, because she turns around her phone with a flourish, satisfied smirk on her face. “You sure about that?”

It’s a selfie of Steve and his friend Robin, wearing face masks and cuddly-looking pajamas, both of them have fuzzy pink headbands holding their hair back. Steve looks disgustingly cute, so cute that Eddie lets out an embarrassing little keening noise that he tries to cover with a grunt. 

“I hate you.”

“Five more minutes,” Robin reminds him with a nudge. 

Steve drops his hand down into his lap, pretending like he wasn’t about to scratch his nose and mess up his hydrating face mask like he always does. When he got to her dorm room earlier she’d brightly announced that he looked tired and started pulling out different options to fix him up. Robin’s all about self-care lately, and frankly, Steve’s skin has never been better, so he trusts her guidance. 

10 Things I Hate About You is playing on Robin’s laptop, and she keeps teasing him for going googly-eyed over Heath Ledger. “Seriously, how did you not realize you were into dudes sooner?” she asks, thwacking him with a pillow as he watches Patrick serenade Kat.

“I’m sure I knew, I just didn’t… know? If that makes sense?” He picks at the mask on his chin where it’s gone all tacky. “I just always liked girls too so I didn’t really notice? I dunno, it’s hard to explain.”

Robin softens immediately. “Don’t worry, I get it. I mean, I always knew I liked girls, but it’s easy to just…” She wiggles her hand like it’s a fish swimming upstream. “Go with the flow.”

They watch the movie for a few minutes before Robin speaks up again. “He looks a lot like Eddie, y’know… I think you have a type.”

“Sure… I guess I do,” Steve snorts.

Read the rest of the fic on Ao3 🧢 🤘

i love him. my squish. my love. my rat boy.

my dearest headcanon is that both billy and max have big issues eating at home. everyone in that house sucks at cooking but billy was unable to really stomach anything after his momma left and what were easy meals became stomachaches for max because of the tension and the 99.9% chance of a fight breaking. i can and i will bet $100 they BOTH threw up the first day of school at hawkins.

both can eat the cafeteria food and will eat anything, not picky at all, although they have an awful diet. max runs on ketchup packets and plain bread and billy's breakfast and dinner are cigarettes.

now, when they get closer to the party (pretend that billy is safe and sound), they learn about this and decide to fix it immediately. max ends up having dinner at someone's house (usually lucas). billy gets leftovers from joyce when he goes to pick her up at the byers house. dustin coincidentally always gets extra sandwiches his mama made for lunch and no, he cant eat them all, max can you help him? steve invites billy to get hot dogs, burgers, and uh, a salad too, something healthy right?, after practice. and they both should get water, too—

it takes them some time but when they realize, both billy and max are awful mad. yet, upon thinking about it, max doesnt go to bed with a stomachache and billy doesnt feel nauseous every day. so, maybe it *is* okay

maybe they just forgot how it felt to be taken care of

Is a word of this a lie?

Cheer practice.

Hi, I'm new. This is a rough sketch on an index card. I'll try to clean it up on my iPad later?

The party will be like, “Steve, you have to tell somebody when something is going on. You never tell anybody anything!”

And Steve will be like, “Yes, I do. I tell Robin .”

Then everybody turns to Robin and ask why she doesn’t tell anybody. She shrugs and says she does, “I tell Steve.”

me, logging into ao3 5 minutes before bedtime: WAITER! bring me your finest enemies to lovers!

ao3 tag search function: excellent choice, sir! how would you like it cooked?

me: explicit. with a side of hurt/comfort

ao3: lovely! and may i suggest a drizzle of mutual pining?

me: of course, and can you add a spritz of angst? make it a 100k slowburn for good measure

ao3: coming right up, sir

me: thank you. oh, and waiter?

ao3: yes, sir?

me: make it gay

people who dont experience it cannot comprehend how awful executive dysfunction is. I WANT to do the task, i have the resources TO do the task, i will feel better having DONE the task

but i cant fucking do the task

so i decided im gonna share some of my stranger things rants/random thoughts/headcanons i share with my friend (she's a saint) here as well just cause i can eheh

. . .

so here's a thought i had recently:

i was thinking about found family and how in fanfics they make the stranger thing gang usually closer then actually are in canon (which i love dont get me wrong) but i think they act a lot more like a real big extended family (shoutout to my 20 second-cousins who i never see) like

'we only talk to each other if nana is dying (upside down shit) and at christmas maybe'

and they are all messy af and weird like real extended family like:

yeah this is uncle steve he's going through his third divorce

this is my cousin dustin, he's my favorite, dont tell him his ego is already big enough

this is great aunt joyce she's always talking about crazy things and somehow she's always right, love the woman

this my cousin eddie, he went to prison once, we dont talk about that

this is my cousin max, she and her boyfriend break up like 60 times a year

this is uncle billy, he goes to anger management therapy mandated by the state

this is my second-cousin mike, i hate him but mom says i have to talk to him at easter lunch

do you rember when we told you great uncle jim died? yeah actually he faked his death for tax reasons and he's back now!

. . .

so yeah just some of my 2am rumbling thoughts about ST hope u enjoyed