#originally this was going to be about robin/steve having ones for each other

[holdinsteddie]

prompt: lollipop

(originally posted on my bluesky here)

au where Steve and Robin had their bathroom floor conversation/platonic soulmate initiation ceremony way back in 1983, like two weeks after Jonathan rocked Steve’s shit and by the time everyone gets back from winter break they’ve become SteveandRobin.

Steve knows all about Robin’s crush on Tammy Thompson and Robin knows all about the fact that Steve thinks one Eddie Munson is really pretty, actually, when he’s not being a grubby little gremlin.

In this au, Steve and Nancy mutually broke it off after the whole monster-fighting thing and so for the next few months after break, SteveandRobin try to wingman each other but also the ‘you rule/you suck’ board makes an appearance, this time in an unused corner of the band room.

So far Steve hasn’t gotten a single tally in the ‘you rule’ column. He is deeply offended by this and is trying to figure out why he seems to have lost his mojo. He needs to prove to Robin that he is very suave, actually, and no, his reputation is not a fluke. Jesus.

Which leads us to a Thursday evening in late May where band practice is getting out at the same time as Hellfire club. Steve suddenly finds himself being possessed by the ghost of Casanova himself or something because the next thing he knows, he’s abandoning Robin with a quick “be right back” and swaggering up to Eddie, who eyes Steve warily before leaning up against the side of the school building with a smirk paired with a dangerous glint in his eye.

“Hey, Munson,” Steve starts, keeping it causal.

Eddie pulls the lollipop he’d been sucking on out of his mouth with a wet pop and Steve fervently doesn’t have any feelings about that whatsoever.

“Steve Harrington,” he purrs. “What can this lowly peasant do for such esteemed royalty as yourself, hmm?”

Steve raises a single eyebrow. “Well, first of all, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not exactly Hawkins High royalty anymore. Apparently jocks and band geeks can’t be friends,” Steve adds with a roll of his eyes.

“Second of all…” Steve glances left and right, making sure there’s no one in earshot before giving Eddie a once-over and taking a deliberate step forward so the toes of their shoes are almost touching. “I think we both know you’re too pretty and too smart to be stuck as a peasant.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide for a moment before narrowing, his dimpled grin somehow managing to be sharp as a knife. “Careful, big boy. You don’t wanna play this game.”

“Who says this is a game?”

Eddie scoffs, putting his lollipop back in his mouth and straightening like he’s going to move past Steve, but Steve stops him with a hand to the wall behind Eddie’s head.

He makes sure to leave enough room for Eddie to be able to walk away if he really wants to, doesn’t want him to feel trapped or pressured in any way. But he also wants Eddie to know he’s being serious.

“Look, you can tell me to fuck off if you really want, and I will, swear to god.”

Eddie stares at him with wide eyes and slowly nods his head.

“But I really hope you don’t,” Steve continues, leaning forward until their noses are just inches from touching, “because it turns out I really have a thing for curly-headed nerds.”

Steve relishes in the way Eddie’s jaw drops open and a blush works its way over his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears. It’s really fucking cute.

“I know I can’t exactly wine-and-dine you like if you were a girl, but maybe I could get us some pizza and beers and you could come over to my place one of these days?”

Steve raises his eyebrows, trying to only let a little bit of his excitement at the idea through — he doesn’t want to scare Eddie off.

Eddie stares for a moment, two. Eventually, he blurts, “Is— Is this— Are you being serious right now?” He hadn’t bothered to take out the lollipop before speaking, seems like he’s completely frozen, actually, making the question slightly garbled.

“As a heart attack.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“So?” Steve asks, biting his lower lip. He watches Eddie track the movement and gives himself a mental high-five.

“I’m— fuck, okay.” Eddie looks at Steve’s lips again before looking into his eyes incredulously. “I’m pretty sure this is a dream, but whatever, fuck it, I’ll go on a date with Steve goddamn Harrington, I guess.”

“Not dreaming,” Steve grins, finally leaning back a little bit. “And I’m gonna hold you to that,” he promises. On a whim, he reaches out and plucks Eddie’s lollipop from between his lips before placing it in his own mouth, making sure to maintain eye contact the entire time. Eddie’s eyes are as wide as saucers as he visibly swallows.

“Uh.”

“I’ll find you at lunch tomorrow, figure out what day works,” Steve says casually, leaning back and starting to walk backwards towards the parking lot. He points the lollipop at Eddie and commands, “Better not stand me up, Munson,” before putting it back in his mouth, shoving his hands in his pockets, and turning to walk back to where Robin is waiting by his car.

He doesn’t look back, even though he really really wants to, because he still wants to make sure he looks cool and aloof.

“Steven Marie,” Robin whisper yells once he’s close enough to hear her. “What the fuck was that? What did you do to Munson?”

Steve ignores her questions. “What’s he doing, Bobbie?”

Robin, bless her, answers him. “He’s just… standing there. And now he’s pulling his hair over his face and squatting. Did you break him?”

Steve grins, pleased. “Not yet.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Wait, where did you get the lollipop? You didn’t have one a few minutes ago.”

“I might’ve stolen it from Munson, right after I got him to agree to go on a date with me.”

Robin freezes, staring at him like she’s buffering as her entire worldview gets rearranged. “Steve, Stevie, I need you to know I’m so happy for you and proud of you. But also I am going to actually strangle you to death in your sleep what the actual fuck.”

“Love you too, Robs.”

+ Bonus:

Steve, 5 min later after he’s started driving to drop Robin off at home: ohmygod. Robin.

Robin: What.

Steve: Eddie and I basically kissed.

Robin: What?????

Steve: His spit is in my mouth as we speak.

Robin: wHAT??!!!?!!!

Steve: Robin stop screaming I’m having a crisis

{send me a 📝 and a one-word prompt and i will try and write a lil steddie microfic for you! (it will almost certainly be much shorter than this one but who knows, i might get Inspired™️)}

[matchingbatbites]

I keep seeing these little robots being advertised and just thinking about Eddie buying one for when he's on tour. Just chilling on the tour bus during travel time, using his little bot to follow Steve around the house, chatting while Steve does chores.

He doesn't know that Steve taped a picture of Eddie on a stick to it, partially so he feels more like he's talking to Eddie, but also because it dissuades the dog from trying to play with it.

Sometimes when Robin comes over she'll put a shoebox over it claiming that she and Steve need some alone time, and Eddie will make sad noises until Steve rescues him. One time Steve comes home to find that she made an entire cardboard labyrinth that Eddie is currently trying to solve, though not very successfully.

[runninriot]

if this is a rom-com, kill the director

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles School's Out For Summer PopUp Event/ prompt: lake and as fill for the @steddiebingo prompt: forced proximity

wc: 1.000 | rated: T | tags: Best Friends Steve&Robin, Background Robin/Vickie, (Unintentional) Meddling, Not Actually Unrequited Love, kind of Open Ending but with Implied Friends To Lovers | also on ao3

    ‘It's gonna be so much fun,’ she’d said. ‘We’re gonna have the best time!’

What Robin didn't say, however, was that her aunt's lake house only has two bedrooms. Which would’ve been fine had they stuck to the original plan.

But what his best friend also forgot to tell him, was that he'd be sharing a room with Eddie.

Eddie, who'd not been mentioned once when planning their little trip out of town.

It was only ever about them, until Vickie decided to tag along. Which is- great. Wonderful even. Because what could be better than spending some time crammed into a small house by a lake in the middle of nowhere, to hopefully give the girls a chance to finally stop dancing around each other and acknowledge their very obvious, mutual crush?

He wouldn’t have minded being the third wheel but apparently, Robin had other ideas. Invited Eddie to join them without including Steve in the decision.

    ‘Oops, haha. Thought I’d told you.’

He knows she meant well, but amongst all the glorious ideas she’s had in the past, this one is absolutely the worst.

Steve would've preferred not going over having to spend 72 hours in forced proximity with that guy. Would’ve chosen to stay home alone and mope about it rather than being stuck here with him of all people.

Eddie is... he's nice, okay?

He's kind, and funny, and it never gets boring when he's around. He's chaos personified but never annoying, can make Steve laugh even on his worst days.

Steve likes him.

A lot.

More than he dares to admit even to himself.

And that is the problem.

Because it’s one thing to pretend and fake nonchalance when they’re back home. But here, amidst nothing beautiful nature, away from the suffocating restrictions of their small-town life, it’s suddenly so much harder to keep his feelings in check.

Hard to keep his eyes from wandering. Not to let them linger on the guy lying flat on his stomach in nothing but swim shorts right next to Steve. Hair tied up in a bun, still wet from his dip in the lake, now basking in the afternoon heat.

Here, unsupervised and undistracted, abandoned by his best friend who’s currently wooing her future wife by making her a flower crown, it’s hard for Steve not to let his mind drift. Not to wonder what it would feel like to let his fingers graze over Eddie’s sun-warmed skin. To press his lips against the nape of his neck, his shoulders. To kiss away the drippy trail of lake water and sweat trickling down his spine.

And it’s impossible not to fall a little more in love when they’re sitting by the campfire, later, after the first day’s sun has set. Listening to Eddie softly strum the guitar in his lap, singing folk songs his uncle taught him while the girls talk amongst themselves, huddled together under a shared blanket. Pretending to watch the dancing flames when really, all he can focus on is the man across from him.

Eventually, Robin and Vickie say their goodnights and head inside, holding hands and giggling like stupid teenagers in love.

Steve smiles, is happy for them despite the pang of jealousy he feels when he watches them leave. Robin deserves all the love in the world but is it bad to want a bit of the same for himself?

   “May I?” Eddie asks, pointing to the empty space next to him.

Steve hadn’t noticed he’d gotten up, was too lost in his thoughts.

   “Yeah, sure.”

Eddie sits and for a while, they don’t talk. Steve keeps his eyes on the night sky – prettiest he’s ever seen – counting stars and clouds until Eddie finally breaks the deafening silence.

   “It’s really beautiful out here,” he says quietly and Steve answers with a hum.

His eyes dart down to find Eddie already looking back at him, a soft smile on his lips that Steve wants to taste.

   “Had a great day today,” he says instead of what else is on his mind, “Love spending time with you.”

   “Yeah, me too,” Eddie agrees and Steve isn’t sure to which part, hopes it’s both.

The fire is slowly dying, greedy flames eating away at the few remaining pieces of wood, and although the air is still warm, Steve shivers.

   “Are you cold?”

Without waiting for an answer, Eddie grabs the girls’ forgotten blanket and wraps it around both their shoulders, scoots closer and loops one arm around Steve’s middle.

   “Better?” he asks and Steve can only nod, can’t speak, not with his heart beating so hard he can feel it in his throat.

If this were a rom-com, right now would be the moment they'd share their first kiss, one of many more to come.

But that’s not what happens because this isn’t a movie. It’s his life. Miserable and loveless and-

   “Is, uh, this okay?” Eddie breaks through his spiralling thoughts, a slight tremble in his voice like he’s nervous, unsure, and- oh.

Of course he would be, touching Steve like that. Eddie doesn’t know how much he longs for this. How much Steve enjoys his closeness.

   “Yes,” he whispers and rests his head on Eddie’s shoulder just to feel a little more of him. “I like to be held.”

    By you, he keeps to himself because that would be too revealing, too much of a confession. He’s already said more than he ever allowed to let slip before – a little too honest, a little too needy.

But Eddie doesn’t seem to mind. Because he pulls Steve even closer, fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt, drawing small, circular patterns into his side. Along his ribs and down his back, exploring more of his skin with every gentle stroke, driving Steve wild with tenderness.

   "Eddie?" The remaining question dies on a sigh when suddenly, finally, their lips meet in the middle.

Maybe sharing a room won't be so bad after all.

[blushweddinggowns]

Steve had never been one to get attached when it came to men. Not after the shit heads he’d been with. He’d learned the hard way that casual was the way to go, time after time. Every attempt he’d had for more always ended the same. Drama, bullshit. People who promised that they didn’t care about what he did for a living switching up on him. 

It was disappointment after disappointment. So many that he’d become an expert at reading the signs when it came to future, grossly possessive potential boyfriends. And when it wasn’t that, it was something else. People who couldn’t see past anything but his body or his talent in bed. Bores that didn’t like it when he got a little bossy, always trying to subtly steer him away from being the one in control just because he liked to take it.

It got to the point where Steve refused to even think about having another relationship. Especially when Robin went off overseas. He didn’t know how he’d be able to survive dealing with the jackasses without being able to whine about it in person daily. Though, he’d be lying if he said the sudden loneliness without her didn’t make meaningless flings tempting. 

But Steve endured. He ignored every option that came his way. Dedicating his focus on trying to settle into his new life of living alone. A life that was promptly destroyed when his apartment flooded two months in. So instead of a journey of self-discovery, Steve found himself desperately searching on Craig’s List for a place to live while crashing on Dustin’s couch. At a loss on how fucked he’d become in the span of twenty-hours. 

But then he met Eddie. 

Eddie who let him move in only a few days after showing him the place. Eddie, with his massive eyes and gorgeous hair. Eddie, who was actually self-aware enough to apologize when he was being a dick, even when it was for good reason. He was capable of expressing himself in a way that Steve found embarrassingly attractive. His bar for crushes had fallen far, but Eddie had still been leagues above it. 

It didn’t take long for Steve to start to feel tempted. Even if his initial, Is it a bad idea to fuck your roommate? text to Robin hadn’t yielded the best results. He had tried to resist. Really he had.

It took a week before Steve just had to test the waters. Just some harmless flirting. Flirting that turned into a confusing mess fast.

It didn't take long for Steve to figure out that Eddie was attracted to him. He wasn’t exactly subtle with the constant blushing and persistent erections whenever Steve got a little touchy. But he never did anything about it. No mater how many green flags Steve tried to throw at him.

Eventually, the constant lack of response had Steve start to wonder if he was just harassing him. Like he was trying to push something that only existed in his head. Yet, Eddie never seemed to dislike what he did. He never acted like it bothered him. If anything, he had been just as addicted to spending time with Steve as Steve was with him.

They meshed perfectly into each other’s lives, clicking like life-long friends. Falling into a domesticality that Steve had never experienced with anyone who wasn’t Robin. 

That was his closest comparison, but it still didn’t feel right. There was… more to whatever was going on between them. Mostly the incredibly intense sexual tension. A topic that Steve spent way too much time thinking about. But despite his best efforts, he never got anywhere.

He’d hoped that the whole tattoo thing would have been enough to break the dam, but nothing. He blamed himself for that failure. He got too excited over the final product, shedding his seduction attempts in favor of running around like an over-excited kid. Gushing over Eddie's talent instead of his original plan of getting into his pants.

It had been a set back, but Steve hadn't been ready to throw in the towel yet. So he started to amp things up. The shorts, the touching. Their movie nights quickly becoming an excuse for Steve to cuddle him for hours at a time.

But Eddie still didn't do anything, despite how badly Steve could tell he wanted to.

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You had agreed to the camping trip because really it couldn’t be that bad. You weren’t huge on nature but Robin had promised the cabin would make it feel like a second home. You could both share a room and wake up to the birds chirping, go on small hikes, swim in the lake, and grill dinner every night. It sounded like a good time. The only downfall was Robin’s newfound friendship meant all of this included the one and only, Steve Harrington. 

Years ago, a few pounds lighter, and less pressure about being popular, you had your own relationship with the boy. You’d study in the library together and brush your hands under the table, sneak smiles and late night calls, walk each other to your respective lockers. It was the first time anyone had shown any interest in you, loved you despite the hip dips, softly rounded stomach, and wide thighs. At least until he had made the basketball team. 

People like Tommy would drag him away from your locker, Tommy’s girlfriend Carol not so quietly making whale jokes, and with that came a Steve who could no longer look you in the eye. All those feelings, short and fleeting, gone so fast you sometimes wonder if any of it had ever been real. You hadn’t had someone like that since, not a single boy who looked at you like Steve used too. The lack of intimacy and human connection only added to the idea that maybe it was never real the whole time. 

You could be friendly though, share tight lip smiles, and other small conversations. Neither of you brought up the past or the memories that came with it. For all Robin knew, your friendship started and ended with her. There were no blurry lines and misplaced memories lingering right there. Just another life once lived by kids who weren’t influenced by the thoughts of others. Yet even now, you knew the Steve in your shared cabin was different from the one you once knew and the one he was in high school. Maybe he was a bit of both.

He had been easy enough to avoid during the group trip, acting as if neither of you knew of the other, but the weekend rolled around and Vickie came to join, leaving you paired with Steve more than Robin had originally planned. It’s the very reason you make the walk alone to the campsite showers at the end of the day, looking for some space, and not having to make small talk with Steve. When you return though, Steve is sitting alone on the wooden couch, thin cushions propped beside him, as he watches something on the staticky TV. 

“Hey, care to join me?” he asks as you continue to dry your hair with the towel. Worry flashes through you at the idea of squeezing into the small spot beside him, the closeness and the obvious size of your body beside his. You could hear the whale jokes from Carol ringing in your ears now. 

“Robin and Vickie go for a walk or something?” you ask instead of responding. He made you nervous, which was weird because not so long ago you had been so comfortable with him. You didn’t ever feel a reason to shy away no matter how different you felt from the other girls.

“Not exactly,” he nodded to the bedroom you had shared with Robin the last few days, just to see the door had been shut tightly, and a white sock hung over the knob. 

“Oh,” falls from your lips as realization draws over you. Steve doesn’t miss the way your cheeks tint pink or the way you suddenly can’t make direct eye contact with the door or him. 

“I’m afraid you’ve been booted, Teddy,” he says, the old nickname falling off his lips too easily. You both tense at his words, the first real sign that the relationship you once shared was a very tangible thing. 

“Sleep tight, Teddy.”

“Teddy? What’s that for?”

“Because you’re cuddly and cute, just like a Teddy Bear.”

“Goodnight, Steve.”

All those late night phone calls, deep conversations of your desires and dreams, how maybe one day you could conquer them together. You wonder if he remembers any of them, how he said he’d always be your number one fan. The forgotten promise of always being there no matter what you faced. 

“It’s okay, you can take my room. I’ll stay out here,” he says after a long while, taking your sudden silence as panic over not having a room. The offer is kind but you take one more look at the cabin style couch and know for a fact it’s not meant for the body of an adult man. 

“That’s sweet Steve but really, it’s fine. I can figure something out, you shouldn’t have to sleep on this uncomfortable couch,” you say as you gesture to the furniture he’s already tried to use pillows to make comfortable. Discarding your towel over the dining table chair you sigh. 

“We could always share. I mean, it’s a big bed and I would hate for you to not get any sleep when it’s not your fault you lost your room,” he offers and you freeze in place. The idea frightens you, terrified of feeling his warmth next to you, and smelling him in the sheets. It was a fantasy you once had years ago and now it was real. Plus, if you wanted any sort of sleep tonight, it was your only option. 

“Are you sure, I’d hate to get in your way?” you finally respond, gulping away the nerves as you consider all the possibilities. How with the late night could come secret confessions from the both of you. 

“I don’t mind at all, the room was already too big for one person. Plus, I’m sure Robin wouldn’t be too fond of me sharing with Vickie,” he jokes and you laugh slightly, accepting the joke as a way to latch onto some comfortability between you. 

“Well I’m going to get ready for bed then,” you point your thumb over your shoulder and he nods, watching as you move to the small kitchenette and get a glass of water. You move with ease, taking a few sips and fixing the large pajama shirt on your form. You give him another one of those tight lipped smiles before disappearing behind his door. It’s then he realizes he was in deep shit. 

You try to sleep, want to sleep so bad. You don’t want to be awake when he finally joins you, instead unconscious and unaware of the close proximity between the both of you. Yet just as predicted, the sheets smell of him, and items of his lay around the room, making it all feel too real and intimate. That’s why when the door opens you flinch, still awake, and shrink into yourself as you consider how the rest of this night might go. 

Steve moves quietly about the room, shedding his shirt and sweatpants, glancing to try and determine if you were still awake in the dark room. When he lifts the covers and slips in beside you, the way your body shifts tells him you’re still very awake. He continues to climb in anyway, the both of you ignoring the way your hearts pound. This trip had been the first time you had to spend more than a few hours with him. Now you were a few inches apart both recalling the first time you ever fell in love. 

“I’m sorry, Teddy,” his husky voice mutters into the night air and then without warning his arm starts to wrap around you. You tremble with fear, not of him but the fear of him feeling your body. The way it curves differently from other girls, the way you take up more space. Yet you don’t fight him, instead you allow him to spoon you, firm chest pressed against your back and face nuzzled in your hair. 

“It’s okay Steve,” you respond but he shakes his head, squeezing you closer. He’s afraid if he lets go he’ll lose you forever. 

“It’s not, I shouldn’t have ditched you like that. God, I loved you. I mean, I still love you, but I was so dumb. I am so dumb,” he mumbles into your neck and you’re still unmoving, shocked by the words he mutters, and a part of you is thankful you didn’t fall asleep. 

“I think you’re the only boy who’s ever loved me,” you tell him, rolling over to face him. Your legs tangle together and his hands fall low on your back, noses a mere inch from each other. 

“You think you could give me a second chance?” he asks and even though your heart hammers against your rib cage, and the feel of his skin pressed against yours feels fire hot, you nod. 

Then to your surprise, a big grin crosses his face before he presses his lips against your own. The same boy who had been walking around with your first kiss for all these years had finally given it to you. A part of you wondered if this could be a dream, some cruel fantasy your mind had conjured up, but then his tongue was dipping into your mouth the same time his knee pushed up between your legs. Completely out of your control, you let out a moan. 

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Steve whispered against your lips, large hazel eyes staring lovingly into your own, and even though you had so many fears attached to your body and being with another person, you found yourself pulling him closer. 

“No. I mean, I want to. I trust you– I think,” you say and you both laugh, a little addicted  to the way the other tastes. Steve grins, running his hand up and down your side like he couldn’t believe you were really there in front of him. 

“Okay, just tell me if I go too far,” he says and you nod eagerly, mind reeling with possibilities that you don’t have time to indulge because his lips are back against yours. This time his hand slips under the hem of your shirt, smoothing over the dips of skin on your side. You wait for him to be disgusted, stop kissing you, and back away. Yet he never does, instead just kisses you deeper, hand squeezing the flesh of your waist, and rolling his body instinctively into yours. 

You can feel yourself wetten and your whole body burns at the idea of being so turned on by him. Years ago it had been puppy love, too immature for this kind of intimacy, but now you were fighting every part of you that wanted to grind down on his leg still wedged between yours. When the same hand under your shirt brushes upwards, grazing your breast, you end up caving and rolling your hips against him. He grunts into your mouth, continuing to kiss you dizzy as long fingers spread over your breast and give it a squeeze. 

“You’re so perfect,” he mumbles, lips pulling away for air and dragging down your neck. You pant as he continues to grope you, lips sucking and kissing at your neck, and you can tell your panties are a mess. 

“Just, don’t stop,” you say before your face completely reddens. You’re thankful for the dark room at that moment but you can still make out his smile as his hand drops and starts to slide under your sleep shorts. Feeling and exploring the softness of your stomach. You watch him closely for any sign of distaste being a bigger girl. Yet he only continues, like it’s a miracle you’re in his bed at all, before toying with the hem of your panties. 

“May I?” he asks and you nod quickly, a squeak leaving your throat as warm fingers slide under the fabric and dip into your wet folds. 

He looks up to give you a lazy smile, interested in the way your face twists as he swirls his finger around your clit. You try to ignore the fact he’s so good at this from practice with other girls, skinny girls, yet it feels too good to let that stop you. He peppers soft kisses to your neck and face, so intimately like this was all that mattered. Like you were all that mattered. 

“You feel so good baby,” he tells you before slowly sliding a finger into you. You whine at the sensation, relishing in how much better it feels when another person does it. Slowly he pumps in and out of you, his hard length grazing your side as he fights the urge to grind into you. 

In a moment of insane courage you reach and grasp him through his boxers, palming him through the fabric, and he curses under his breath at the sensation. He wears the same look of pleasure on his face that you do, so you slip your own hand beneath his waist band and feel your way through unexplored territory. 

“You don’t have to, tonight is about you,” he reminds but you just smile and initiate a sweet kiss for the very first time. He smiles at you, lovesick, and something inside your stomach swoops. 

“I want to,” you tell him before pumping your hand over his length. You’re inexperienced, but based on how hard he is, it doesn’t really matter how you touch him. 

For a while you’re both quiet, instead pleasuring the other and relishing in the moans and soft gasps you draw from each other. When he adds a second finger and starts teasing your clit with his thumb, you realize how close you are. Eager to finish, you start pumping faster to draw him to his end with you. To think Robin had been the one to put a sock on her door. 

“I’m close,” you tell him and he nods, rolling himself into your hand and whining each time you squeeze him a little tighter. He’s so big in your hand you wonder how he’ll even fit. Suddenly you freeze, stopping your movements which makes him look at you with confusion, trying to see if something is wrong. 

“Can you be inside me when I finish?” you ask sheepishly, struggling to look at him and a soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips. Nodding he moves slowly, sitting up to help pull your shorts and panties off of you. Lifting your hips, you close your eyes as you wait for him to see all of you, size and all. When he’s quiet for too long, you open your eyes to find he’s shed his boxers and looking at you like God’s gift to earth. 

“Are we sure this is gonna work?” you ask and he laughs. Slowly he leans over you and brushes some hair out of your face before kissing you deeply. 

“I’ll go slow,” he promises and you nod, watching as he moves to retrieve a condom and roll it over his length. Once he’s finished, he carefully widens your legs for him, before lining up with your entrance. 

You wince when he pushes in slowly, adjusting to his length as he continues to sink in, certain you’ll feel better once you’ve taken all of him. Once he’s flush inside you, one arm propped on the headboard above you, you realize how erotic this is. So you indulge yourself, fingers dragging through his chest hair before pressing soft kisses to his pecs. Slowly he slides back out and pumps back in, determined to make you finish while he has you like this.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan as he starts to move faster. Your hands grip his shoulders, nails leaving crescent moons in his skin as he continues to chase both of your finishes. He has to squeeze his eyes tight to not cum too soon, the hand not holding himself up on the head board moving to rub sloppy circles onto your clit. You feel your stomach tighten, not used to the sensation, when suddenly your orgasm washes over you. 

The second Steve feels you clamp down around him, shaking from your finish, he can’t hold back anymore. His hips get sloppy, stuttering into you as he finishes just a few moments behind. When you are finally still beneath him, he slides out carefully, cuddling up beside you as it settles in what just happened was real. 

“I can’t believe we just did that,” you say, thinking about how neither of you could barely make eye contact this whole trip. You couldn’t imagine what either of you were going to tell Robin in the morning. 

“I can. I have been thinking about it for so long. I always knew it would be me and you,” he whispers, fingers delicately brushing along your stomach and hips. The words make you smile, pressing a wet kiss to his forehead. 

“You’re something else, Steve,” you tell him and he shrugs, perfectly content and where he always belonged. 

“Maybe, but that’s why you love me.”

[steviewashere]

Filling Static in the Dead Air

Rating: General Pairings: Robin & Steve, Steddie, Robin/Original Female Character CW: Robin and Steve Being Assholes To Each Other, Friendship Breakup Tags: Post-Canon, Angst, No Comfort, Bittersweet Ending, Unhappy Ending, Dialogue Heavy, Phone Conversations, Letters, Steve & Robin's Friendship, Time Splitting Up Friendships, Platonic Stobin, Steve Harrington Loves Robin Buckley, Robin Buckley Loves Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart Am I basing this off of experience? Maybe. Is this kinda out of character? Probably. Anyway.

☎️—————☎️ *BEEP*

“Hey, Robbie…it’s…well, it’s Steve. Um, I-I’ve been trying to catch you for a while now…seems we’re missing each other a lot these days, huh? No big deal, I’ve been busy…you’ve been busy. I get it. So. Just wanted to call and say that I…I really hope you have a good day. Think that’s all I say nowadays, but I mean it. Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. And…and I hope that exams go over swimmingly. You’re, like, the smartest person I know—don’t tell Dustin I said that, if you…if you, um, still keep in touch with him—anyway. You’ve got this. You’re gonna do amazing, I know it. Soooo…yeah. Yeah, that’s all. If you need anything from me—or even Eddie—or um…if you just wanna talk to your favorite dingus, I’ll be here. There’s a gap in my schedule, new job on the horizon, hopefully. I’ve got the time for you, that’s all I’m saying. Yeah. I…I think that’s it? Love you, Robbie. Call me soon?”

——— Steve can admit—now that it’s been a couple of years—that when Robin said she was going to college out of state, his heart and stomach dropped out of him to the floor. It was a sort of sixth sense he’s adapted to. This aura, a curdling sick sense, that would sit dormant until the words left somebody’s mouth. “I’m leaving.” That’s all it took. 

Not the kind of leaving when a hangout was over. Not the kind of leaving when the party came to a halt. Not the kind of leaving when the day’s been run through.

No, it was the kind of leaving that meant business trips and a stale home, playdates by himself on his knees in the wood chips, and friends going over yonder from grass fields and tornado sirens.

His brain was kind enough to flip an hourglass distantly for him. Once the sand dwindled from one side, it was over. And that had been approaching a while with Robin. He always knew that it would happen in the aftermath of one of those Upside Down free-for-alls. Just…he didn’t expect it so immediately. When Vecna crumpled into himself like a paper bag, wounds scarred over, and July came rolling on in.

And then 1987 passed.

Followed by 1988.

Now, in the dead winter of 1989, during the big college winter break season, before a whole new decade rolled in, he’s not so sure about this friendship anymore. That’s not to say that it wasn’t a good one. That he didn’t laugh and spill his secrets and have weird proximity sleepovers in his basement—despite having the guest rooms upstairs. No, he loved Robin with every coiled fiber of his soul. To the moon and back. All those cliche things.

She was the only girl that ever mattered in his life nowadays. He dreamed of her. Wept over her. Celebrated with her. They chatted for hours after she lost her virginity, whisper calling while her hook-up (now girlfriend) snored in the background. Robin was the first one to hear about when he was eventually kicked out of his parents’ place, when he hauled ass to a dingy shoebox apartment near a dilapidated McDonald’s that didn’t survive Vecna. When he stirred up forgotten feelings in his chest, he laid star-spread on his bathroom floor, spooning melted ice cream past his lips, sobbing about a boy. And, eventually, when he had Eddie problems? To Robin he went.

He knows that she’s busy. Always is. Between foreign language club meetings, study sessions in her college’s library, and having brunch with the girls…Robin’s not a free bird anymore. She belonged to the college life, to sorority parties where she frenched her girlfriend in a linen closet and managed handstands over kegs. Sometimes, he’d be lucky to get a call at those parties, Robin’s syrup slurred voice and her hideous hiccups like muffled laughter over the speaker. Other times, he just had to hope she made it back to her dorm okay.

It’s partially his fault, too. Been switching rapid between jobs. Family Video to RadioShack to Circle K to Walmart. Then, after that, he fell into his couch with a pink slip in his hand. Too many tardies. Too many late nights where he fought sleep as if it were Billy Hargrove’s racist mouth, but he couldn’t call Robin those nights and he couldn’t curl into Eddie the right way. So. He misses her calls, he wipes his answering machine because it gets too full, he’s between jobs on his sorry fucking couch, and Robin’s too busy nowadays to reach out.

But he keeps trying. Boy, does he keep trying.

——— *BEEP*

“Steve…Stevie…*sniff* hey, um, I’m sorry. Keep missing you, dingus. I miss you like crazy. It’s…this place isn’t right without you. But I spent kind of a lot of money to be here. And I think I’m gonna be in debt until the day I fucking die and—*sniff*—sorry, shit. My new roommate this semester…god, can you believe it’s been a whole semester since you called me? I’ll try and get better on that, swear. Anyway. My new roommate is a colossal bitch, just capital B Bitch. Had, um, th-that nightmare about Scoops? You know the one. Where you…yeah…um…she hates that I cry in my sleep. That I—*sob*—do that, sobbing. And then I try and call you on those nights, but either you aren’t home or you’re busy doing Eddie or something or…or she yells at me for calling you. But…but I swear, Steve, I miss you, too. And if I could, I’d come bother the fuck out of you. Finals went well. January’s being January over here. Snowing like crazy. Anyway. Just called because you did, to say I’m sorry, to just…I was hoping to hear your voice. Make sure that you’re not…I’ll call you, okay? If I don’t…if I don’t, I’m sorry. My schedule’s out of my control most days. Yeah…yeah, I’m sorry.”

——— “You’re gonna burn a hole into that phone if you keep staring at it, Steve.”

He blinks, eyes dry, and looks over to Eddie. Backlit by the bright snow through the windows, hanging up his wet coat by the door, stepping out of his shoes. His cheeks are rosy, blushed by the cold. The soft smile Eddie flashes him makes his chest cave, words caught like thorns in his throat, his already pink waterlines burn fresh.

Taking his silence for what it is, Eddie shuffles through to the living room where Steve is sitting hunched on the couch, and bends down to kiss the top of Steve’s head. His left hand comes up to brush through Steve’s tangled hair, stringy and unwashed. “How long have you been out here, baby?” Eddie asks softly. “Look like a leaf that could fall any moment.”

Steve takes a shaky breath. “Robin called.”

“Oh?” Eddie takes a seat in the armchair diagonal to the couch, mismatched blues they are. “After her voicemail the other day? Or were you listening to it back?”

“No, after. It’s just…we had nothing to talk about.”

“Nothing? You guys have all this time apart, how is there nothing to talk about?”

Shrugging, Steve mumbles, “Don’t know.” He runs a tired hand over his face, through his hair, messing with the knots at the end of it. Can’t even bring himself to look Eddie in the eyes. “Chatted about her school. Her new roommate. The foreign language club she’s got. And then we got to talking about me and…and I had nothing to say. I’m in between jobs, I clean all day because I can’t just lay around and do nothing, I can’t sleep at night…told her about how our neighbors argue. Then, well, then I just talked about you.”

Eddie hums. “It’s okay, you know,” he murmurs, “if you guys can’t find stuff to talk about? That’s okay.”

“Is it? I just”—he sighs—“she’s been my best friend for years. We’ve got nothing to talk about. Like we’re just acquaintances on the bus or something. It’s dumb. It’s so stupid.”

“Honey…” Eddie coos. “Steve, what’s stupid about that? There’s nothing dumb about having a stilted conversation every once in a while.”

“It’s not just once in a while, though, Eds!” he snaps. Affronted with himself, Steve curls tighter, shoulders up to his ears. “Every time, now. When I wanna talk to her, there’s nothing. My life is so…so dull and dumb and…I feel so small compared to her now. Which isn’t fair of me to say, because she’s out there following her dreams…And…” He trails off with another shrug.

Once the room goes completely quiet, Steve pushes himself back, deep into the backrest of the couch. He puts his face in his left hand, pointed away from Eddie, and looks off. Nowhere in particular. No more words to dredge up.

“Steve?”

“I think I’m gonna write a letter. Maybe…maybe the phone’s too easy to forget.”

——— Robbie,

New thing. Letters. It’ll be easier, yeah? Just put what I wanna say out to you.

So. No new calls coming for me about my applications. Think a bunch of firings on my resume has employers turning away. Can’t even use my mom as a reference anymore, kinda lost on that end, I guess. Reached out to Hopper, though. Maybe getting a cop’s reference will look good? They’ll see me come in with Jim Hopper’s signature and number and they’ll think, “That kid must be a goody two shoes,” or something like that, and they’ll want to hire me. You think it’ll work? You know better than I do.

Watched The Apartment finally. It’s a good movie. You know, Fran kinda looks like Vickie. I found you out, Robs. You’ve got a big secret lesbian thing for redheads. Who would’ve thought? Does your current girlfriend look like Fran? I’ve been dying to meet her. I feel bad, I can’t even remember her name right now. I hope she treats you good.

Eddie treats me good. Made spaghetti last night for me, meatballs and everything. He burnt the hell out of the corn I bought, though. Ended up with just spaghetti, some beer, and a couple pieces of garlic bread. I’ll make a chef out of him one day. Though, gotta admit, I feel bad somedays. He goes out and works all day, brings home most of the money, and then also cooks sometimes. I try and keep up with him. Do some chores or something. You know, so I don’t look like a bad partner.

Anyway. There isn’t much else to say, really. Just hope you get this. Maybe you’ll take the time to answer?

Your cursive is the only cursive I can read, so. If you do write back, make it pretty for me? I like the way your letters curl.

—Steve

——— There’s been no new mail in weeks. Other than the bills and Eddie’s paychecks. He got one call from the manager of some local, newly built steak restaurant. Got the job as a new waiter, so that’ll be thrilling for him. More customer service.

He gathers the mail that comes in their little mailbox, runs back up the stairs to their apartment, and snuggles next to Eddie on the couch. An arm thrown over his shoulders. Hands passing through envelopes like he can manifest a returning letter.

“Damnit,” he eventually mutters, tossing the envelopes onto the coffee table. Steve leans back, nestled deeper into Eddie’s side, and pouts. “There’s nothing, Eds. What the hell.”

“Give her some time,” Eddie gently says—ever the reasonable one, oddly—“she’s probably still settling into her new semester. Almost a college graduate, babe, not a lot of time on her hands.”

“She could call, you know. Now she’s gonna respond and I’m gonna be too busy with work. This is bullshit.”

Eddie sighs next to him. Heavy and tired. “You’ll find the time, Steve. You always do.”

——— *BEEP*

“I got your letter, Stevie. Listen, I’ve gotta make this call quick, but I just need you to listen. I can’t write back, I’m sorry. My mind’s already scrambled with a million essays and other assignments right now, so letters aren’t really a priority for me. But I’ll call, okay? I missed you this time, but we’ll get it right eventually. I know it. Uhh…yeah. Oh! Yes, my current girlfriend, Rita, she definitely looks like Fran. You got me, dingus, I’ve got a thing for redheads. Anyway. Shoot. Sorry, I gotta go. Rita’s taking me to this new queer place in town. Gonna get drinks! It’ll be awesome. Okay, Stevie, bye. I love you, bye.”

*BEEP*

“Steve…Steeeeveee…I am very drunk right now. And sweaty. So much dancing. *hiccup* Just wanna tell you that you’re a good friend, m’kay? Rita…ooo, Rita ordered nachos. This payphone is crazy sticky. Bye, dingus!”

——— *BEEP*

“I hope you got home safe. Thanks for not answering. [silence] I can’t have you calling in the middle of the night anymore, though. Okay? I love you to pieces, Robs, but seriously. Eds and I were sleeping, we have work today. [disgruntled silence] And if you’ve got homework or whatever, then you should probably stay back at your dorm and do it, right? Instead of getting shitfaced at the bar? I—[*a large sigh*]—Eddie’s trying to tell me I shouldn’t be mad at you. That I should just give you time to reach back. But.

"This is just getting…it’s bullshit, okay? I call you and you don’t answer. You call me, I try to get back within the next day. And that’s what I did the last time you called me. And then…what? I start writing you letters, but you’re too piled up with homework to respond? Oh, but you’re not too busy to get shitfaced on a…Wednesday? A Wednesday, Robin. Wednesday? I know you’ve got class today, should you really be out…Never mind. I’m not your parents. I’m not. I’m just your good friend, Steve. Your good friend from back home who you don’t visit when you’re on break because you don’t have enough time. [silence] Promise me you’ll take some Advil and have a few glasses of water? I’d bring you a bagel or something, but…just take care of yourself, Robin. Please just take care of yourself. I have to go to work. Maybe I’ll get some big tips from boyfriends on late Valentine’s Day dates. Send you flowers or some shit. I love you, Robin. Even when you piss me the fuck off, I love you…Bye, Robs.”

——— “You don’t answer either, Steve.”

“Well good evening to you, too, Rob”—

“Don’t be a bitch. Just because I found the time to go out with my girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m fucking ignoring you like you’re…you’re my spoiled little dog.”

Steve tosses a glance over his shoulder, standing with his back to the front door just as Eddie comes through it. He shields himself, shadowing over the phone with his head lowered. “Robbie, can I call you back, please? I’m about to have dinner with”—

“Oh, so you can have dinner with Eddie? But I can’t have drinks with Rita? Fuck off, Steve. You know that’s a bunch of horseshit, right? I’m supposed to make time for you, but you can’t make time for me when I call”—

“Oh, when you finally call me back—what is it—three days later? Sorry, Robin. Guess I have some double standards that I didn’t know about! Guilty as charged!”

Over the line, he can hear her take a steady, deep breath. He imagines it, her face red with anger, and feels a sick lick of satisfaction deep in his gut. “Don’t be such a little fucking brat, Steve.”

He rolls his eyes so hard it hurts. “Like insulting me is gonna keep me on the phone with you. I’ve got chicken that’s thawed in the fridge right now and it needs to be made tonight. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna make dinner for my boyfriend and I”—

Suddenly, there’s a hand on his shoulder. He jerks in surprise, turning swiftly with the phone in his tight grip. Eddie’s behind him, furrowed eyebrows and eyes narrowed in concern. Steve throws up his free hand as if to signal, ‘What.’ Instead of a huff or an eye roll, Eddie’s soft with him. Petting his hand down his back. “I’ll make dinner,” Eddie whispers, “I want you to figure this out with Robin.”

Steve muffles the phone with his empty hand, pulling it away from his mouth. “She’s being an asshole, Eds. I don’t want to”—

“Baby, I don’t want you guys to lose each other. You two matter to one another. Figure it out…even if you have to argue, figure it out.”

With a pat to his back, Eddie steps away. Steve sighs, relenting—knowing Eddie’s reasonable and right, damnit—and brings the phone back up to his ear. “You still there, Robin?”

“Yup.”

“Listen…Robs…I-I don’t know what to say to make this better, okay? I’m gonna be honest. I don’t know what to do.” He shifts awkwardly on his feet. Eventually, though, within a matter of seconds, he decides to plop down onto the closest couch cushion. Hunched over his knees, pinching between his eyebrows. “I miss your calls, I know that. And I’m sorry, okay? Shit, I’m…I’m really fucking sorry”—his voice wavers, eyes burning despite trying to pinch the waterworks closed—“there’s no excuse. I’m not in college. I’m not, like, busy with my family or anything. I just. I’m just Steve. With his stupid minimum wage job. And I’m really fucking boring now, okay? I get busy with my shifts and I forget to answer. I try to get caught up in Eddie, trying to—shit, you can’t let him know this, okay? I’m gonna drop my voice”—and he does just that—“I get caught up trying to distract myself from…from myself. That doesn’t make sense, I know it doesn’t. And it’s not an excuse. Sometimes, Rob, sometimes”—and here come the blubbering tears…—“I just stand at the phone and wait for you to call me. Then you don’t. All I do is…all I do is work and sleep and wait.

“I miss you so fucking much, Robin. You…it’s so fucking pathetic…you’re my only, like, adult friend other than Eddie. But he’s in his own category, y’know? So. It’s just. Shit. I don’t know what I’m trying to say, Robs. I just miss you. I wait and I miss you.”

For a moment, there’s a steady stream of stilted silence. Then, quiet, Robin breaks with, “I miss you, too. But…Steve, I can’t be your only friend. And…and you’re not my only friend anymore. I know I’ve been shitty with answering the phone, responding to your letters. Things are busy. And I don’t have the time. And when I find time for myself, I’m sorry, but I don’t think of you first anymore. You have to…you have to understand that, Steve.

“Believe me, I try to reach out to you. When I have the time, when I…when I remember, I call you. You aren’t the first person that comes to mind anymore, okay? I have to be honest with you, too. I’m sorry. I can’t say that enough and I also think I’ve said it too much.

“But I’m about to graduate. Rita and I…we’re moving in together once I get my diploma”—

“Will you send me your new address? If you remember?” God, he can’t believe he just said that. He can’t believe he’s been…forgotten. “Maybe I can send you some congratulatory flowers or something?”

She takes a deep breath. Noticeably settling into something.

He sorta hates that he can picture her, shimmying into her spot. Getting comfy. Can imagine her in her dinky pajamas, the same ones she’s had since freshman year of high school. Thinks of her with her makeup freshly washed off, hair neatly brushed, relaxing in her bed. Wonders if she’s reading anything.

But he won’t ask. It doesn’t feel like that kind of conversation.

“I’ll give it to you before I graduate, okay? We’re gonna settle on an apartment before I’m done here. Um…yeah. Yeah…

“I’m sorry for being an asshole, you didn’t deserve that.”

“I’m sorry, too. You didn’t deserve it either. Just, y’know me, I get in my head.”

“Yeah,” she sighs. And it hurts, only a little—like a minor burn from the edge of a frying pan—that she didn’t reassure him. “I know I called, but I’ve gotta go. I have a test in the morning. And I’m ready for bed, so…yeah.”

“Okay…yeah…that’s—I’ve gotta help Eddie with dinner so”—

“What are we gonna do?”

“Hm?”

“…What are we gonna do? I don’t know when I’ll be able to call again. And I know you’re getting busier. I won’t have a break until, maybe, June? I don’t wanna leave you like this…but I can’t promise anything this time and”—

“I don’t know,” Steve softly interrupts. “We’ll figure it out, though, okay?”

There’s a long lull of silence. Longer than any he’s experienced with Robin. Softly, “Okay,” she says. Though, it doesn’t quite reach his ears the right way. It’s not a hopeful sound. It’s…tired and broken and weepy.

He knows that, after this, they won’t hear from each other anymore.

It’s a claw to the chest. A knife in the gut.

If he removes it, he’ll die. If he lets it linger, he’ll die. The way the word breaks in his head, her soft okay in his ear, he’d rather the knife remain. The pain, the blood, the simmering ache.

“Robin?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

A murmur, “I love you, too.”

The phone crackles between them. Those are the last words he hears before the line goes dead. “Bye,” he whispers into the plastic, to nobody on the other side. And with the receiver gripped tight in both hands, nestled between his legs, he lets the burn behind his eyes engulf.

Tears sluggishly worm down his cheeks. Hot and burning.

“Steve?” Eddie softly calls to him. “You okay?”

When he looks in the direction of his name, Eddie is sitting next to him. A hand between his shoulder blades, the other reaching for the phone. Without much thought, Steve is turning into Eddie’s chest, dropping his grip on the receiver.

In one sweeping motion, Eddie brings him in, burying him closer. “I gotcha, baby,” he whispers into Steve’s hair, “I’ve gotcha.”

“I lost her,” he sobs, “lost my best friend.”

With Robin’s words floating through his head, the soft crackle of her raspy voice, that image of her comfy in bed, he breaks. Coughing, gagging, and crying, he breaks against Eddie’s neck.

——— November, 1985

“Steve? Do you think we’re best friends in every universe?”

“Hm…if we aren’t, I’m glad we’re best friends in this one.”

They’re holding hands, sprawled on his mattress, both sweat drenched from Scoops nightmares.

“Me too,” Robin whispers, “I love being your friend.”

“I love being yours,” he matches, “we’ve got each other for life now. No way to get rid of me.”

“Like we’re ever going to be apart.”

“Yeah,” Steve laughs. “No way is that happening. We’re stuck on each other like glue.”

☎️—————☎️

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Can You Come Around

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

pairing: modern!steve harrington x modern!fem!reader

wc: 2629

cw: mad flirting, swearing, alcohol, drinking, weed, smoking, mentions of cheating, men being weird, smut, 18+ mdni, fingering, teasing

a/n: set in modern times with the reader as the front woman of a new band in NYC. hope you guys like it!!

steve masterlist

“Goddamn”  Eddie whispered as they all stared up at the stage. 

It was Robin’s twenty-first birthday, causing everyone to meet up in New York City. Since Robin was the last of the eldest teens to turn of legal drinking age, the group decided to go on a small trip in honor of the momentous occasion. 

A four day trip with four of Steve’s closest friends—what could possibly go wrong. 

Originally? Nothing.

Wednesday and Thursday went off without a hitch. Seeing as her birthday was Wednesday, they spent the night bar hopping, snagging free drinks from those who were feeling generous enough to donate to their celebration, and snagging as many free desserts from as many restaurants as possible.

Then Friday night hit. Abandoning their original plan to try this bar near NYU that Nancy had been raving about, they found themselves in some other part of Greenwich, at this random bar that Eddie just had to go to. 

You see, the group had run into one of Eddie’s old friends on Thursday, and he wouldn’t stop raving about this random band that only Eddie seemed to have heard about. And that’s when Eddie turned to look at the group. 

“No.”

“Nancy—”

“I said no Eddie, this was the plan–”

At one point he even got on his knees and pleaded with Nancy. 

She eventually caved when Eddie offered to sponsor her drinks for the rest of her trip.

Which is how they found themselves packed in the back corner of this surprising large space. It had to have spanned across two buildings since it was just this giant, underground hall that was covered in drawings, in stickers, in posters, in murals, in graffiti—dark, but not dingy, which Nancy and Robin greatly appreciated. Once the group had managed to snag a table in the back, and gotten their drinks, they all started talking to one another. 

It was loud, but since there was no music playing, they could still hear one another pretty well. 

That was until your band walked on stage the crowd of college kids roared. 

To say that Steve was completely and utterly entranced by you was an understatement. The roaming lights around the audience would catch his eyes every now and again, but it didn’t matter if he was being blinded since he could only see you anyways. 

As you greeted the audience, Eddie elbowed Steve slightly in an ‘I told you so’ manner. “You’re going to fucking love them man.” 

Steve only nodded in response, watching your smile broaden with each roar of applause from the crowd. 

The night went on like this, Steve being completely despondent from all conversations happening at the table, and the group making fun of his infatuation. He barely even finished the beer in his hand, only able to focus on the sound of your voice filling up every available inch of room. It was hard to not breathe you in with every single inhale he took. 

As the night was winding down, the crowd only grew. But as all good things, your performance had to come to an end. Your voice rang out. 

“New York!” 

They roared in response to you. 

“I just want to thank you all for coming out tonight to support me and my friends. At the end of the day we’re just a bunch of idiot twenty-two years old that fucking love music, and we’re so grateful you guys decided to come out and support us tonight.”

Steve heard Eddie scream over his shoulder with the rest of the crowd.

“Now, we only have one song left in our set–I know I know it’s devastating but some of us wanna get fucked up too.”

The opening chords of the song rang out and Steve swore he was going to go deaf. He had never actually felt sound before, but there was a first time for everything. 

Nancy whacked Eddie’s shoulder. “I fucking love this song, why didn’t you lead with that?” 

Eddie’s eyes grew wide as your voice floated over. 

Can you come around? Fuck me nice. 

“You know—you LIKE–this song?”

Pull my hair. Sing me lullabies. 

“Eddie, we listened to it in the van on the way here..”

And we can pretend that we're in love. 

Steve blocked out the rest of their conversations and zeroed in on the thrumming of his pulse as you continued to sing. 

“When you come around, I’ll wear red. And I’ll forget all the awful things you’ve ever said. And we can pretend that we're in love.” 

Singing has been a passion of yours from a very young age. You were in vocal lessons the second you turned four, and dance lessons by five. Your parents were certain you were going to be the next broadway triple threat. You had even picked up the guitar and piano by age seven. But by the time you hit middle school, you had become more interested in writing, in poetry. You dropped the dance lessons and picked up drum lessons instead, much to the chagrin of your father. Writing poetry turned into writing music, and suddenly you were sneaking off to go to concerts every night, finding ways to get into bars to see local singers and bands. It was exhilarating watching people pursue their passion.

You found your bandmates in your first semester at Columbia. You had been in the wrong place at the right time, finding out that one of your lab partners could also play the guitar and the bass. And then you found out she knew someone who played the drums who was looking for a few people to hangout with. Then you found out that the drummer's sister was a keyboardist who was over at NYU. And NYU’s roommate? Well she just so happened to be one of the greatest guitar players you had ever heard.

That’s when you guys started playing and writing music together. 

“Until I throw a punch and you call me a cunt and that tips me over the edge. Ah, you throw my phone out the window. The next thing the neighbor says she’s calling’ the feds, and I wish you were dead. For a sec. I wish you dead. “

You couldn’t help but feel as though someone had shot electricity through your veins. Any time you stepped out on that stage, it was as if the world shifted under your feet and suddenly you could feel every single pulse of every single person in the audience. 

Tonight was no exception. You had officially released two EPs with collections of songs on them over the past few years, but a few weeks ago, your band had signed with an agent, who was able to get you more gigs, better gigs. She was incredible. 

Exactly a week ago, you had released your first ever single with a label. Your EPs were listened to, and you were an up-and-coming group to look out for, for sure, but you had never had a single before. 

It blew up.

“But you come around. At ten pm. We watch tv. We break the bed.” 

Tonight was the first time you were singing the single live, and hearing the entire audience screaming the words back to you took your breath away. You almost forgot the next words since you were so baffled at just how many people knew your songs, how many people knew the words. 

 And we can pretend that we're in love. We can pretend that we’re in love.” 

You couldn’t help as your eyes roamed the entire audience the whole night, but during this final song, you locked eyes with someone in the back. 

He had these gorgeous eyes that only showed for a brief second as the light that had roamed over him, before it moved on and he was gone again. 

Your heart almost jumped into your throat and your stomach flipped. Who the fuck was this man, and how did you find him once you finished singing this song? 

“Until I throw a punch and you call me a cunt and that tips me over the edge. Ah, you throw my phone out the window. The next thing the neighbor says she’s calling’ the feds, and I wish you were dead.”

This song was written over the course of twenty-seven minutes. 

About four months ago, your relationship of three years had decided that you weren’t enough. And instead of ending it all proper-like, he decided to go and fuck some random girl in his ethics class. 

The irony was not lost on you. 

For a sec. I wish you dead. I wish you were dead.

After you had finished performing, you went backstage, congratulating your bandmates, but your mind was somewhere else. It was in the back of the venue with one of the most gorgeous men you had ever seen in your life. 

At the same time, Steve Harrington was running through all of the ways he would be able to find you in this crowd. He wasn’t about to tell his friends he was running off to find you, since it was Robin’s birthday night after all, but he wasn’t about to not take the chance. 

“They’re fucking amazing…” Robin slurred out a little bit, having had six shots in the past ten minutes. Wearing a “It’s my birthday” sash in a bar is all fun and games until you receive your tenth tequila shot and eighth free margarita from kind strangers. 

“Alright…maybe we should…”

Steve and Eddie chuckled at the sound that emanated from Robin’s mouth. He was sure if he put in the effort, he could translate it to a negative response to Nancy’s suggestion. 

“I’ll be right back Eds, while Nance and Johnny take Robin back. I know you wanted to stay out a little longer.” He muttered to Eddie before heading off, towards the hallway near the side of the venue. 

Steve found a bouncer near the end of the hallway who was smoking a cigarette and nodded outside. “Do you mind if I…?” 

The guy shook his head. “Knock twice to be let back in, yeah?” 

Steve nodded and headed outside, reaching into his pocket to pull out a joint from the small container in his pocket. 

Just as he did so, he heard a cough from beside him. “You don’t happen to have a…”

As Steve looked up, your voice trailed off. The rest of your sentence didn’t matter since you were face to face with the mystery man from the back of the room. 

“Hey you’re–” Steve pointed at you before realzing how fucking dumb he must sound. But you just shrugged and nodded. 

“Yeah. How’d you like the show?” 

Steve held the lighter up and lit the joint that was in your hand. “Loved it.”

“Yeah?” 

All you could notice was how gorgeous his eyes were again, stunned into a moment of hesitation with words since you were absolutely too mesmerized by him. 

“Great fucking show.” 

That and his hands. You would let those fucking hands do anything to you. 

“Think so?”

Steve nodded, and bit his lip as he looked you up and down shamelessly.

You come around. Fuck me nice. Pull my hair. Sing me lullabies.

You shoved Steve up against a wall, lips against his. He tasted like weed and whatever beer he had been drinking earlier. 

His hands cupped your ass as the two of you began to make out in the dimly lit alley behind the venue. 

No other words needed. 

Your body rolled reflexively against his, causing him to moan softly into your mouth. 

“Just gonna kiss me pretty boy or…” You muttered as you kissed across his jaw, sucking and leaving marks all across his neck. 

Steve took the opportunity to roll the both of you against the wall so now his body pressed yours up against it. 

His hands had moved from your back to your hips, squeezing them ever so slightly as to get more of a rise out of you. 

It was working. 

He slipped one of his hands down the curve of your hip and to the front of your jeans, unzipping them as you moaned into his mouth. The fingers that had previously been on his neck were now twisted in his hair. 

Steve’s pointer finger slid up your panties, causing your whole body to jolt at the touch of him between your thighs. 

“Please…fuck…P-Please.” 

His lips trailed down your cheek and towards your neck. 

The feeling of his hand so close to your pussy and the fanning of his breath over your neck was enough to almost send you over the edge right then and there. 

Steve knew better than to keep you waiting. Brushing aside your underwear with his thumb, he pressed a finger up into your core. 

Steve’s eye’s grew darker at the feeling of how completely soaked you were, just for him. 

Your hips rocked back and forth slightly, trying to get him to move, trying to get the friction. 

Steve took the hint and dug his finger in further, getting up to his knuckle in pussy. 

Once Steve had thouroughly fucked you with just one finger, he decided to add another. And then another, causing you to tug even more on his hair. 

Steve decided right then and there, he loved the feeling of your squirming on his hand while you yanked the shit out of his hair. 

“F-fuck–shit I’m…I’m so..” 

Steve started rapidly curling his fingers inside of you, over and over and over again, brushing against your g-spot over and over and over again. 

His other hand came up to your mouth and he slowly pushed his two middle fingers inside, causing you to slightly choke on them, and then moan. 

It was muffled by the digits in your mouth, but it was the final straw that caused your orgasm to snap your body in half. Choking slightly on one hand, and your pussy convulsing on his other, you had ascended to heaven. 

A man had never made you cum just by fingering you before. 

In the midst of your orgasm, body spasming at Steve’s fingers contined to fuck your insides, that Steve was probably just a god—a sex god really. No man could be this handsome and fuckable, while also being phenomenal at sex. 

Eventually as your body calmed down, and Steve removed his hand from your mouth, you felt his lips on yours. Your hand instantly shoved him hard against your lips, feeling the need to feel something of his skin on yours. 

He slowly circled his fingers causing your body to let out another moan, sending a shiver up your spine. 

After a few moments Steve pulled away, and you opened your eyes to take another look at the man standing with you. As you did so, he very gently pulled his hand out, looking you in the eyes the whole time. 

You might as well had cum a second time right then and there as he slowly slipped his fingers, covered in your orgasm, into his mouth. If you thought about it too much, you were sure you basically drooled right then and there for this man. 

“You…”

Steve raised his eyebrows at the fact that the woman he had just heard singing her heart out was now speechless at him. 

“Me?” 

“You’re coming back to my apartment.” 

“Oh?” 

You nodded and slid one of your hands down to zip up your jeans and fix your shirt.  Not that it mattered since you looked like you had just been fucked to heaven and back in an alley. 

Not even a moment later, just as Eddie was leaving the club he received a text from Steve: 

Dont wait up

[blue-boulevard]

robin and steve at the end of a battle (against vecna or whoever), having agreed to a plan that gets them out alive.

except, deep down, the two of them know just how hopeless the situation has proved itself to be and making it out together seems less and less possible with every agonising minute.

so, unbeknownst to each other, they both have secretly decided to sacrifice their own safety for the other’s sake and lie to one another about going along with the original plan, hoping that the other won’t realise until it’s too late…

and yea. will they both die, will they both survive, who knowss

(any fic recs like this highly appreciated!)

[munsonify]

hand prints and good grips

pairing. dom!robin buckley x sub!fem!reader

summary. robin fucks you with her strap in the back of steve’s bmw during a party

content warnings. smut 18+ dni, strap-ons, weed consumption (both ends), penetration (reader receiving), pet names (good girl), making out, hickeys, sloppy sex, swearing, slight exhibitionism, power bottom!robin, use of cock when referring to her strap. if you aren’t comfortable with sex where both parties are high, then this isn’t for you

word count. 1005

Robin was never one to go to parties. They tended to stress her out, the constant pressure to keep up conversations weighing too much on her. She hated the way Steve insisted on her going to parties with him. There, he was in his element, while Robin felt as though she was sticking out like a sore thumb. She was never meant to be at parties like this, and it weighed on her every time she was at one.

Luckily for Robin, she’d quickly convinced you, her girlfriend, to come with her. Her original intentions when attending parties was to be Steve’s wing-woman, which she quickly found out was very unneeded. She always ended up standing around, alone, with nothing to do. Why waste her time standing around when she can have you with her? She would rather be with you, blunt in hand, than by herself, unsure what to do.

A blunt hung loosely from your lips, smoke clouded around your head. You could feel yourself slowly unraveling. Robin was right next to you, her shoulder pressed right up against yours. Part of her weight was leaned up against you, the rest of her weight supported by the wall behind you. Her thin fingers grabbed the blunt from your lips, bringing it to her own plump ones, inhaling deeply.

You found your eyes staring at her lips. They’re perfect; everything from the shape and the color, and especially the way they fit against yours. You’d gotten a little lost in your daze, not aware of the fact that Robin was staring back at you, eyes glossed over. She recognized that look immediately - the way you absentmindedly stared at her lips told her everything she needed to know. One ringed hand found its way to your waist, the other holding the blunt. A few things ran through her mind, including a wondering thought about whether Steve’s car was unlocked or not.

Robin was determined regardless. She dragged you through the living room and out the front door, right into the brisk night air. You stumbled down the stairs of the porch behind her. A few people were standing outside, one lucky boy receiving the half smoked blunt she passed to him. You crossed the street together, her eyes staring down Steve’s car as they finally approached it. The back seats were out of view from the house, and lucky for the two of you, he left it completely unlocked.

That’s how you found yourself in the back of his BMW, shirt off and skirt flipped. You were straddling Robin’s waist, your hands gripping the headrest behind her to steady yourself properly. You didn’t know she was packing until now, a long dildo suctioned to a strap tucked perfectly in her jeans. It since has been untucked, pressing against your tummy. Your lips had finally made their way to hers, one of your hands moving to her hair. Your fingers tangled into her locks, your mouths sloppily moving against each other.

The car became about as foggy as your mind was quickly. Robins hands were on your waist, and it made you dizzy. Her touch was intoxicating. She fumbled with your panties for a second, somehow struggling to tug them off. She opted to just push them to the side. Slowly, her thumb brushed against your clit. Your sensitive body reacted immediately, squirming in her lap. She rubbed on your clit almost teasingly, though she couldn’t keep a good pace.

You were in a desperate haze, and all you wanted was for Robins strap to fill you up. Your eyes were begging into hers. You’d broken the kiss just to look at her with desperation. With her careful help, she positioned you better, the tip of her strap now gliding against your folds. Robin slowly eases you down onto her cock, your walls opening up for her gratefully, a soft, thankful moan releasing from your mouth. She held your hips down, your cunt filled to the brim with her.

“Good girl,” she breathed out, slowly beginning to move you on her cock. She helped you move, letting her strap drag in and out of your needy cunt. Robin could tell your desperation was getting the best of you. She positioned you halfway on her cock, before sloppily thrusting her hips up into you. She had no main goal as to where she was trying to hit, though she still managed to thrust her cock deep inside of you. Her lips attached to your neck in a wet kiss, sucking at you more aimlessly than her thrusts. It was a wonder how she managed to suck a hickey onto you.

Robins fingers dug into your skin as she tried to get a good grip on you. Your hips had a mind of its own, and began bucking and grinding against her. It made it a little hard for your girlfriend, however, to fuck you. Her glazed eyes glared down hungrily to your tits, which were bouncing with every weak thrust of hers. Your sensitive body was easy to give out on you, your orgasm approaching with every glide of her cock. You were a lot more pliable while stoned.

What sent you over the edge was the way Robin started squeezing at your ass. It peaked out of your skirt perfectly, she just couldn’t resist. With a clench of your wet cunt, you came all over her strap, eyes rolling to the back of your head. She praised you a few times as you came, your senses amplified from your buzz. You gripped her thankfully, overstimulated from just one orgasm.

It didn’t matter, anyways, a few taps on the window breaking you two away from each other. Steve was outside of the car door, groaning in annoyance. He was rambling on about how you two better look presentable in the next 2 minutes, or “so help me god”. One glance at each other had you erupting into a fit of giggles, bracing each other with large smiles.

taglist. @songbirdofthenight

and also @reidsbtch for being so enthusiastic about it

[lexirosewrites]

Okay the one person who had the thing about Eddie painting their kids rooms reminded me of a little small idea I had a while back.

Eddie and Steve are the first in their little found family to get married and mated, before the younger kids even graduate high school. When they announce their engagement Hop offers to clean up the area around the cabin for them to have their wedding and reception. All the kids decide to help with the preparations as a group gift, cleaning the area and doing all the decorations. I think it looks something like the wedding from Breaking Dawn, with lights strung all over the trees and hanging flowers. It fully looks like a fairytale.

Eddie takes all of Hellfire to pick his tux and their suits. Eddie gets a fully black tux and shirt but his tie and pocket square are the sage green he and Steve picked for their color.

Steve brings Robin, El, Max, Joyce, and Claudia to go dress shopping - he had originally brought them to look at a suit but they all saw him glancing at the dresses when he thought they weren’t looking. He ends up picking a simple dress with beautiful butterfly sleeves and lace detailing. Everyone else gets their dresses (except for Robin who managed to find a suit in the exact right color to match everyone else).

They get married and it’s absolutely beautiful, Hop tries to hide that he’s crying but Wayne proudly cries from his chair. When the ceremony finishes the kids yell at everyone to go inside so they can rearrange everything for the reception. Joyce and Claudia help get the food all set up and the clear space for a “dance floor”. Everyone has a great time dancing and celebrating. Jonathan and Nancy were able to come to town in time for the wedding and he takes photos all night, developing them and putting together a scrapbook for them as his gift.

(Now here’s where the previous post made me remember this)

A few months later, Robin and Steve are about to start school in Chicago and they had found a set of townhouses right next to each other to move into. Everyone who is able to comes out to help move the three of them in and then have a house warming party. Most of the gifts are standard house warming gifts: throw pillows, pots and pans, silverware, etc. Except for the gift Will hands to Steve and Eddie. It’s pretty big but not very thick, and surprisingly heavy. When they open it they find a hand painted version of their favorite photo from their wedding. It was during their first dance, holding each other close with their foreheads pressed together, with the largest smiles on their face.

That painting takes a place of pride in their living room.

~~Katie from MunsonFamilyBand (because tumblr hates sideblogs)

perfectly happy lil steddie wedding🥰🥰🥰

[bigdumbbambieyes]

ok ok ok hear me out. there truly is not enough fake dating harringrove aus. so modern au where steve and billy went to highschool together but maybe they ran in different circles and while steve didn't really know billy (maybe just knew of him), billy KNEW steve. had a crush on since the moment he first laid eyes on him but obviously he never did anything about it cos 1. king steve was obviously so very straight. mr prince charming himself was very rarely single and pretty much had a girlfriend the entire time they went to highschool together. 2. the fear of neil made sure that billy kept the fact he was gay very much to himself while he still lived under his dad's roof.

anyway cue graduation and lo and behold, not only do they end up at the same college but turns out they're roommates. also turns out that steve isn't as straight as billy previously thought and actually uses college to explore his bisexuality. but what if the first guy steve ends up getting into a relationship ends up being a grade A douchebag and treats steve like his dirty little secret before breaking his heart? and maybe this guy is someone billy already had beef with. this jerk decided to become enemies with billy over some inane shit like.. billy got the position of captain on the college's football team over him (or something idk).

anyway one night robin takes steve out to a bar to cheer him up and billy tags along but steve's ex-douchebag bf is there and maybe steve gets a little tipsy and decides karaoke is a great idea! and gets up on stage and sings olivia rodrigo's get him back! (if you listen to the lyrics of that song youll understand the inspiration behind this message. also is there anything hotter than when someone sings a song originally sang by someone of the opposite gender but doesn't change the pronouns???) and billy's watching steve up on stage and he's so fucking animated and beautiful and he's really throwing himself into the performance and the crowd is absolutely eating it up and billy glances to his right and sees that fucking douchebag who broke steve's heart looking at pretty boy with a hungry expression like he's about to have another go at breaking steve's heart again and billy makes the most stupid decision of his life. when steve jumps off the stage flushed and happy and stumbles back over to robin and billy, billy grabs him by the waist and pulls him close and goes: "i know how you can get him back" and threads a hand through his hair and gives him the kiss of a lifetime. and when steve pulls back, his pupils are blown, the thread of spit hanging between their lips and they just stare at one another panting for a few mins before the spell is broken when steve glances over his shoulder and murmurs: "is it working?" and billy's still staring at steve (imagine the way billy looks at steve when they're outside the byers house in s2) and he just feels his stomach drop because holy shit. this was the worst idea he's ever had and in that moment he knew he wasn't ever getting over steve: "yeah, pretty boy... it's working."

ANOOOOOOON YOU’RE SPEAKING MY LANGUAAAGE 👀 you’re so right - there needs to me more fake dating aus!! It’s one of my favourite tropes 🥰 the misunderstandings!! the assumptions!! the miscommunication!! the mutual pining!! the getting together of it all!! (ideally kjfngkjn)

honestly tho, what can I even say?! you've perfectly laid it all out for us 🥹 I expect this entire plot written out to at least 100k please!! 💳

and I have to say that I'm SOOOO obsessed with the idea of Billy and Steve going to the same high school but never really knowing each other!! like, they JUST missed each other!! and then realizing that later on in life when they're in their 20's/30's is so...

ALSO!! them as roommates will always be my fav thing!! I just need these two in a room at all times KFGNKNF

but I'm genuinely so floored at this ask bc it's so thorough and juicy it's basically like getting a little ficlet hand-delivered to me and I feel so special rn hehe 🥹 thank you sm anon!! I hope you run with this and write something bc you clearly have something good here!! 🤍

[t1red-twilight]

oh my gosh oh my gosh i just saw that you had steve harrington in your masterlist but there’s nothing yet so i want to request !! just anything super fluffy really, maybe a friends to lovers but they’re both idiots and they don’t realize that they’re in love until they do something real stupid? whatever you want! feel free to ignore this if it’s not your type <33

a little blindsighted

summary: idiots in love with stevie

content/warnings: gn!reader, cursing, eddie’s alive because i said so, lava cake mention

notes: this is RIGHT up my alley bro<3

word count: 1.2k

masterlist s. h. masterlist

“no, robin. he does not like me.” robin was insisting that steve liked you too, but you were having none of it. “i think that i would have noticed by now.”

the movie night that you were attempting to have with robin had quickly resorted into her ranting to you about how you and steve should “suck it up and date already.” she turned and squinted at you.

the chips that you had bought for the occasion quickly got swept up by robin as she defended her point more feverishly. “i swear to god, i’m not lying to you right now.” she refused to let up. turning from the movie playing on the television, you looked at her with an incredulous expression. there was no way that steve returned your affections, not in a million years.

“i think i know steve, rob. and because i know him so well, i know that i am not his type in the slightest, and, i know that steve probably still has a thing for nancy.” you grabbed the chips from her and turned back to the movie. scoffing at your stubborn nature, she let it go.

-

later in the week, she tried playing on the opposite front, but it proved to be just as inaffective.

robin stepped in front of steve’s path as he attempted to restock the family video. “oh my god, steve. when have i ever lied to you?” steve’s reaction consisted of raising his eyebrows and staring at her in disbelief.

after a pause, he answered her. “do you want that list alphabetized or just bulleted?”

she finally moved out of his way and let him complete the task he had originally set out to do. “you are such a dingus. i would never lie about something as high-stakes as this so clearly is.”

steve turned to face her. he set down what he was carrying and ran his hands through his hair. “just drop it, okay? i don’t want to talk about it anymore.” robin put up her hands in defeat and ceased pushing steve any further.

-

the friday of the following week, the five (you, steve, nancy, eddie, and robin) of you met up to have dinner before heading back to steve’s house to do god knows what. as usual, you and steve sat next to each other without any second thought.

suddenly, eddie perked up, turned to you, and asked a question. “hey, what if i wanted to sit next to stevie?”

you turned away from the smalltalk that you and steve were sharing to respond to him. “oh, do you want to? i can move.” steve’s posture stiffened slightly and his eyes moved between the two of you.

before either you or eddie could say anything else, he butted in. “no. we’re already seated. you can sit next to me next time.” he slung his arm across the back of the booth’s seat to seal his statement. his thumb began to lightly stroke the skin of your should that was left exposed from your tank top. if anyone noticed anything, they didn’t say anything.

the meal went by smoothly, with some shared knowing glances being exchanged between the other three. by the time dessert had arrived, steve had ordered a lava cake for the table to share.

when the cake was set down, steve had noticed a small issue. “hey, they only gave us four spoons.”

at this anecdote, you looked around to see where your server had gone, only to find she was nowhere to be seen. “i’m going to wave the waitress over to ask for another one.” you began to raise your hand to wave someone over, but a soft tug from steve gently urged your hand down.

nonchalantly, he replied. “you don’t have to do that. you can just share mine.” you looked at him with only meager concern.

you blinked at his casual expression. there was not a fleck of concern in his brown eyes. “are you sure, steve?”

“unless you think i have cooties-” robin interjected with a really loud sigh. you both looked away from each other to look at robin.

“what?” steve asked her.

“nothing. nevermind.”

-

steve had gone to the back room of the family video to pick something up, but you and robin continued the conversation that you were having. you had adopted the habit of visiting the duo while you were on your lunch break.

“what do you mean she asked you out?” robin raised her eyebrows at this.

you looked up from your sandwich (one that steve had made for you) and explained further. “i mean that earlier today she asked me to go the arcade with her.” when you looked up at robin, you mirrored her expression. “i know!”

robin took a bite of her own sandwich. “did you give her any signals?”

you lowered your voice only slightly. “you know i didn’t, rob. even if the arcade date wasn’t so juvenile, i still wouldn’t go out with her. you know that.” you looked down back at your lunch distractedly. steve had come back into the lobby, but you hadn’t noticed, so you continued. “besides, you know i’m holding out on steve however blindsighted i may be.”

“blindsighted? blindsighted on what?” surprised, and minorly shocked, you looked up. you hadn’t noticed that steve walked back out.

“i mean-uh,” your stuttering and fumbling over your words emphasized the anxiety that you felt. silence enveloped the room. you rocked on your feet as you tried to come up with an excuse for what you had just said. can you play it off as a joke? did he hear the whole thing? maybe you know another steve that you have a blinding crush on? maybe-

he cut off your train of thought, “wait, you’re holding out for me? how do you mean?” robin stepped away while neither of you were paying attention, and steve stepped closer to you.

shit. there was no way you were getting out of this one. your friendship with steve was over as you knew it. at this realization, you began to rub your hands over your face in agony. you’d have to make different lunch plans, different-

“do you like me? like, like me like me?” when you didn’t respond, he gingerly peeled your hands away from your face. “really?”

you only nodded, not trusting yourself to respond verbally. steve’s face lit up, and his soft hands tightened around yours. you looked at him confusedly.

“what? why do you look like that?” you questioned.

“i thought robin was just being a dufus-” each retort of his raised in volume. “i really like you. like really like you.”

you leaned further over the counter, closer to steve. “you do?”

“uhm, yeah? how could i not?” he followed suit and leaned over the counter as well.

you weren’t sure when you and steve began to kiss, only that all of a sudden you were. one of his hands moved to your jaw to pull you as close as was possible, while the other still held your hand. the way he moved in tandem with you was mesmerizing.

when steve began to bite your lower lip, robin decided that she had had enough.

“okay, that’s enough lovebirds. it's getting a little gross over there. you can continue that later.”

pulling away, you looked into steve’s eyes. yes, this would do nicely.

[traumadumpwriter]

Ache - Eddie Munson

"He knew that she had changed since they were kids, obviously, and he knew that she must've got herself involved in some bad shit to have ran away with Billy Hargrove, but he wasn't expecting such a dark eyed, tiny, slumped, girl to come out of that trailer. He decided in that moment that he was going to work out what had happened to his childhood best friend and that he was going to fix it. Or at least put a smile on her face. He just wanted her to look happy again."

Trigger warning for: mental illness (specifically CPTSD and bpd), Self harm, Drug abuse, Overdose, Explicit sexual assault, Physical and Mental abuse, Mentions of an eating disorder.

I started writing this fic about two years ago maybe even three and I’ve not touched it in a while. Not going to edit it as much as it should be edited as I simply don’t have the time atm so it’s not amazing but perhaps in the future I will give it the TLC it needs. As per its a self insert, angsty vent fic. Hope y’all enjoy lol. Written in the style of multiple POVs.

Authors note from the original upload on Wattpad: This is set just before season 3, the year before the main cast join high school - 1985 I believe. There isn't much mention of the main cast or the upside down for the beginning, it will get into that tho don't worry lol. Also this Eddie isn't necessarily completely canon as in the beginning of s4 it's suggested his character is a bit of a coward but we don't want that we want bad boy Eddie so he's baddd bc it's sexy. The friendship between Robin and Steve isn't canon compliant either as I moved it so that they started working at Scoops and became friends a year earlier than established in the show - meaning Starcourt mall was built a year earlier (I know), but they haven't had their Russian adventure yet. That will happen.

Word Count: 1.1k

Chapter One

Introduction:

The first day back at school was always gut wrenchingly anxious for Lana. This was the worst year yet though.

She thought she'd ditched this place forever. She thought it was all over, she didn't even need to graduate, she could just live on the road with Billy forever.

But things didn't turn out that way.

See, last year she'd impulsively left Hawkins with just a handbag and $30 to her name in the passenger seat of her boyfriend's, now ex's, car, Billy.

Everything had been so fun at first. Constant sex and drugs and travelling and drinking and trouble making. She felt true freedom for the first time in her life in the fleeting beautiful moments those few months offered her.

Billy enjoyed himself too, of course he did, he was the one in control wether Lana knew it or not; he was the man. But two extremely emotionally unstable, drug dependent, young adults, who are running out of cash and around each other 24/7 can only stay sweet for so long.

She had a gut feeling from the beginning that it would all go wrong, as it always did, but she stuck around anyway, she couldn’t help herself. Adrenaline and validation were worth more than safety. She didn't know just how wrong it would go though.

Once the drugs began to run out and the slightest withdrawal kicked in, Billy turned from the handsome saviour to the scary villain. No matter what Lana did now to please him, to make money for them, for him, the act had dropped. The honeymoon phase was over and he was over seeing her as a person. She was his toy now. That was how it always seemed to go with men for the damaged girl.

So when things got too bad, even for her, back to Hawkins she came, feeling more broken than ever.

Her mother was fuming of course. Embarrassed that her daughter had made her look like "such an irresponsible parent" to the whole town. Not concerned by what made her run away in the first place, or what might've happened to her while she was gone.

Of course everyone had eventually found out about Lana's disappearance - or more running away with Billy. Before Mrs Blau even made the police report, people had seen them racing cars, drinking, shouting in the street, being general nuisances and it was a bit of a topic already.

When she arrived home, Lana didn't have the energy to care about the gossip, to even leave her room - she was crushed. He was just another man. Like all the rest. Even if he had made her feel different, even if he was so beautiful at first - they were all the same.

And he was back in town too. Which made it all worse. He came back only a couple days after her.

The thought of seeing him filled her with more dread than this day did. She hadn't even properly processed everything that had happened to her, she didn't understand it and she didn't want to, she just knew that she was very much scared of Billy now.

For the two whole months she'd been back in Hawkins, she rarely left the trailer, only ever doing so to pick up drugs or buy food, not that she was eating much anyway. Her friends, Steve, Robin and even her cousin Jonathan tried talking to her a couple times as soon as they heard she was back, but she didn't have the energy to talk.

She didn't have the energy to do this year of school again.

But she needed to, just to keep her mum off her back, just until she could escape for real this time.

The thought that kept her going now was that feeling of freedom again - the freedom she felt when her and Billy first left Hawkins. She was going to be free again and this time forever, she just didn't know how yet, and finishing high school seemed like a good start. She could get a well paying job and then never look back. Atleast that's what her mum said.

So now here she was, looking at herself in the mirror she hated so much, slowly getting ready to leave the safety of her room.

Sobriety wasn't going to help either. She popped a couple of Xanax and immediately felt herself calm down slightly.

Her clothes were baggy and worn, a pair of dark blue jeans and a black jumper. She clipped her Walkman onto the side of her bag and put her headphones on, playing A Forest by The Cure as she left the home and began to walk towards where the bus would be.

It was a chilly, grey morning and the trailer park was pretty quiet, so far no one had said anything to Lana and that was how she liked it. Until she got to the park bus stop and could see all the kids waiting. As she silently walked over, she saw them all turn to look at her and then quickly turn back to each other and whisper.

All of them except for Eddie Munson that was. The tall, curly haired, repeat senior that she'd once been childhood friends with.

He just stared at her in silence, his mind going “What’s happened to Lana?”

He didn't know her that well, not anymore anyway.

They used to be practically joined at the hip when they were kids. Really little kids. Since then they'd drifted apart; Eddie being loud and somewhat a leader of the nerds, Lana being quiet and content with her own small group. They didn't really talk to each other anymore, maybe a quick hello if they happened to pass by, but nothing more.

Lana never thought much on them drifting apart, or on Eddie at all for that matter, and Eddie never thought much about it either - until he heard about her and Billy Hargrove... and all of the rumours surrounding them.

What was she doing with that son of a bitch? He was only ever up to trouble.

He knew that she had changed since they were kids, obviously, and he knew that she must've got herself involved in some bad shit to have ran away with Billy, but he wasn't expecting such a dark eyed, tiny, slumped, girl to come out of that trailer.

It shocked him, badly.

He decided in that moment that he  was going to work out what happened to Lana. What made her suddenly change the way she did all those years ago? Why weren't they friends anymore? What did Billy do to her?

He decided he was going to get his crazy, funny, beautiful childhood friend back. He just didn't know how yet.

[queenie-ofthe-void]

A Desperate Fool - Part 4

Part 3

Eddie gets settled on his usual kitchen barstool and watches Nancy make a pot of coffee, which is great considering he showed up at the ass crack of dawn, too anxious to wait. Well, and a day early, but sue him, he missed her. 

Nancy and Jonathan’s house is just as cozy as he remembers, while also serving as a solid reminder he’s not the only successful Wheeler. Original hardwood floors complimented with arched entryways and wainscoting. Cream and sage fill the living space, dotted with drops of gold accents. Low, soft lighting illuminates every room with warmth. It’s clean and modern, yet comforting in a way The Harrington’s eggshell minimalism estate and his own dark industrial penthouse have always lacked. 

It’s quiet and domestic and everything he’s missed about having a home. The glow in his chest doesn’t outweigh the thread of tension thrumming through him, but it does ease slightly when she hands him coffee in his favorite Garfield mug.

They catch up for hours as she fills him in on everything he’s missed. Mom and Ted finally retired down to Clearwater after Holly moved out for college. Mike and Will’s adoption went through, after working on it for years– and jesus christ, he’s an uncle now. Will’s still publishing his YA fantasy graphic novels. Mike’s a happy house-husband now stay at home dad. 

El finally quit her shitty government research job and decided she’d rather work full-time at Argyle’s pizza shop learning the ins and outs of the business. She’s better suited for it, he thinks, she’s always loved being around people and working with her hands.

She tells him about her and Jon settling into their new posts at The Chicago Times. Nancy’s managed to make friends with people outside of the Politics department. Jon’s moved from photographing for tabloids to local events like concerts and festivals, currently out of town for the weekend at a festival in Rockford. She says he’s happier now, with a job more his speed, and Eddie has to agree. Although they apparently just missed each other last fall when he’d started the job only a month after Corroded Coffin’s concert at Wrigley.

As Nancy goes on, talking about the rest of the kids while they lounge around the house, moving from the kitchen, to the living room, to the snow covered balcony so he can smoke, he tries to listen– he does. But he’s close to snapping, forced to wait so long for answers. He needs to know everything that’s happened, and why she’s the one who has to tell him. Her and Steve dated in high-school almost ten years ago, and granted they stayed close, but she’s not Robin or Max. She’s one of the few people Eddie’s closest to, except for Dustin, who could easily give him more answers than Nancy probably could.

He’s spiralling. He’s biting his nails, picking his lips raw. His leg is bouncing erratically and the only thing that helps is pacing whatever room they’re in. Nancy’s still talking about Argyle’s newest pizza recipe when he finally breaks.

“Nancy, for fuck’s sake please just tell me what’s going on with Steve.” He reaches down for his smokes but his hand’s shaking, the pack gets caught on his pocket and falls to the ground. When he bends to pick them up, the lighter follows suit and bounces under the couch Nancy’s perched on. 

A manic laugh bubbles from the pit of his stomach as he drops to his knees. Eddie briefly wonders if he even wants answers or if he’s just punishing himself. He bends forward, letting his forehead rest against the hardwood floor, cool and grounding. 

Grabbing the smokes and lighter, he looks up to find Nancy’s eyebrows and nose all scrunched up, lips pursed. She’s looking at him exactly how he knew she would, full of pity and disappointment.

There’s something underneath the expression though that Eddie can’t quite pick out– anxiety, maybe. He wouldn’t have such a hard time reading her if he hadn’t been gone for almost a year. Another reminder added to the long list of his life-altering mistakes.

Eddie stands on unsteady legs, moving to the balcony for another smoke, with Nancy hot on his heels when there’s a knock on the front door. She shoots him an apologetic look, but he waves her off. He’s waited this long for answers, what’s another minute in misery.

When Eddie’s finished his smoke, he does his best to sneak back inside without being noticed. An unfamiliar voice calls him out.

“Oh, Nancy I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you had company!”

Eddie pokes his head around the corner to find Nancy standing next to a petite woman with dirty brown hair and thick platinum highlights, who’s dressed in an uncoordinated riot of colors and textures. Knee-high navy blue socks, tucked into tan polka dot flats, end just below the hem of her corduroy skirt. It’s a deep brown, matching the polka dots on her shoes, and the material’s so stiff it moves around her like a hoop skirt. She’s layered a puffy-sleeved periwinkle button up underneath a teal sweater vest.

It’s an odd assortment of colors, patterns, and textures that’s not quite artistic enough to be considered eclectic or interesting. Just bizarre and– if he’s being bitchy about it– a little boring. Eddie’s worn enough dramatic getups in his life, but beige isn’t doing this girl any favors.

The petite woman is blushing, eyebrow cocked in question, and Eddie realizes she’s been holding out her hand to him in greeting while he’s standing her silently judging her, like an asshole.

“Hi, you must be Nancy’s brother Eddie,” she says. Her voice is a light soprano, tonally off in an overly polite, customer service way. “I’m Becky.”

“Nice to meet you.” He finally manages to shake her hand, noticing they’re both wearing rings on each finger topped with chipped nail polish: his black and hers a sparkly baby blue. But while his rings are chunky and silver, hers are delicate gold bands stacked to varying thicknesses. “Umm how do you know Nance?”

“Oh, we met at work,” Becky says, smile widening. “Nancy’s told me all about you.”

“Hopefully just the good stuff.” Eddie tries for a joke, but her eyes tighten for the briefest moment.

“Yeah, she told me you were going to be back in town for a little while, I just thought you were coming tomorrow, otherwise I wouldn’t have bothered you.” She glances toward Nancy, her smile straining further.

“No it’s alright, Nance and I were just catching up.” Nancy’s shuffling her feet, eyes darting between Becky, the floor, then Eddie, and back again. Becky is staring at her too, and Eddie’s not sure he’s ever seen Nancy this anxious. She looks completely checked out of the conversation.

He’s always suspected she’s been a bit embarrassed by him. Throughout school, he was the loud obnoxious troublemaker, and Nancy the wholesome straight A student. Every new school year, Nancy spent the first few weeks convincing her teachers that no, she’s not like her brother at all, thank you. Eddie played it off when he could, and has most of his life. But to see it now, so plainly written on her face, hurts more than he expected.

“She said you’re in a rock band?” Becky asks, attempting to fill the silence left in the wake of Nancy’s awkwardness. “Very glamorous.”

It sounds slightly sarcastic, but Eddie’s not sure if he’s just feeling overly defensive. “Playing and songwriting are by far the best part. The rest is just missing out on what’s waiting at home.”

“Mmm, so that’s why you’re in town then? Missing Chicago?” She seems genuinely sympathetic, but he can’t help puffing up like an angry cat at the drip of pity hanging from her lips.

“More like the people,” Eddie snaps. He takes a deep breath to steady himself. God forbid he has a panic attack in front of the first person Nancy introduces him to when he comes home. He’d really be living up to the nightmare older brother stereotype Nancy’s dealt with her entire life.

“Well then,” Nancy interrupts, clapping her hands together loudly causing both Becky and Eddie to flinch. “Thanks for dropping off my laptop, Becky, I really appreciate it.”

“Umm, no problem, Nance.” Becky eyes her warily, but takes the cue. She turns to Eddie to say their goodbyes as Nancy sees her out.

He heads towards the kitchen to get dinner started for the two of them. It’s almost ten minutes by the time Nancy makes her way back and her entire demeanor’s changed. Her spine’s straight with shoulders back, head held high, eyes steeled with resolve. A classic Nancy Wheeler I’m going to tackle this problem head on attitude, except it’s directed at him. Which is seriously not great.

But instead of saying anything, she pulls out the same kitchen stool Eddie had been perched on earlier and plops herself down, all without breaking eye contact. He assumes she’s got something to say, he can spot a Nancy lecture coming a mile away.

Once again, anxiety’s filling out space in his chest as he finishes cooking. They sit in relative silence on the living room couch while they eat, and all he can do is wait. Eddie wants to hear what she has to say, he wants answers, but he’s dreading it all the same. She’s upset with him, which he can’t hold against her. He deserves all of his family’s rage. That doesn’t mean he’s necessarily looking forward to it.

“Ok, ask me,” she states, setting the empty bowl down on the coffee table, turning fully face him. Leaning against the the armrest, she pulls one knee up to her chest while sticking her other foot right in Eddie’s lap. He matches her position, grabbing her ankle and plopping his own foot down beside her, hoping the small amount of contact will keep him grounded.

“Ask you, what?”

“Don’t play dumb, Eddie,” she says, “the entire reason you’re in Chicago isn’t to catch up with Jonathan or Mike or me.” Nancy’s chest deflates with a sigh, and Eddie’s heart breaks at the fact that she’s right. He hates himself for it, one more way he’s disappointed her. “He’s completely offline, the kids don’t post about him even though half of them have you blocked anyways. I know you probably did as much digging as you could and even though you hired a fucking private investigator– jesus christ Eddie–”

“That was only to find out where he lived, I swear.”

She scoffs, “Like that makes it any better.”

“I know, I know,” he sighs, lifting one hand from her ankle to rub his eyes. “I’m sorry, keep going. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“It’s ok,” she says, squeezing his leg. The small gesture loosens some of the building tension, and he relaxes his shoulders.

“The point is, you probably don’t know anything about what’s happened with over the thirteen months you’ve been gone. But, I just thought, if you’re going around looking for answers, it’s probably best for everyone if they come from me.”

She looks away from him then to stare out the window next to them, and Eddie can’t help but follow her gaze. The sun has long since set, the only light coming from the end table lamps on either side of them, and the street light across the way. Dark winter nights always left Eddie feeling a little hollow, a chill even the warmest blankets couldn’t chase away. A feeling only Steve could ease out of him. 

When he looks back at Nancy, she’s already looking back like she can read his mind. Except she’s chewing on her bottom lip, and when he meets her eyes, she can’t hold his gaze.

“Nance,” he says, confused at the sinking of his stomach, “why is it best if it comes from you? No offense, but you’re not necessarily as close to him as Max or Lucas, and they seemed pretty clammed up when they came around. Especially when they mentioned the fiance.” Eddie chokes around the word. Swallows around the dry bitterness coating his throat.

She squeezes his ankle again, except this time it’s too tight, her nails digging little moons into his skin. Like whatever she has to say will send him running, because everyone knows he’s a coward, will disappear exactly the same as before. It’s how he knows he’s still the same person as before– undeserving of the people he loves most– when her next words send a small shock through his system.

“Because I’m the one who set them up, Eddie. And I’m not sorry.”

~~~

Part 5

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[ladykailitha]

A Love Connection Part 1

In a very special engagement (as in a don't normally post 5 days a week), I introduce "A Love Connection"!

If the premise looks familiar the original idea is from here, where a couple of people in the notes or tags said they'd love to try it. And after a year, I figured I'd try my own hand at the idea.

This will update on Tuesdays at 10am and 10pm EST. With hopefully eight chapters.

Summary: Steve has tried everything under the sun to find someone to truly connect with, so he gives up after a particularly horrible date. Then Chrissy introduces him to her favorite game show "Love Connection". When Chrissy and Robin apply for him, they don't think they'll except him, but he does. His suitors are Billy Hargrove, Tommy Hagan, and Eddie Munson. Will Steve crash and burn again or will his connection be there waiting for him?

~

Look, to say Steve’s love life was a disaster would be unfair. That would be underselling it. It was a fucking catastrophe. He had gone to bars, joined hobby groups, used all the apps, even Grindr; though that was mostly for hookups, which sucked. But that was the nature of the beast if he was honest.

And the beast had completely devoured him. All his dates were either only interested the casual, cheated on him, or wanted one-night stands. Which Steve absolutely did not want. He wanted connection. Intimacy.

“I absolutely give up,” he whined to Robin, after the last date tried to slip out in the middle of the night, knocked over their lamp into their goldfish bowl, killing the goldfish, then he tried to hide the evidence by dumping it down the garbage disposal and turning it on! Lied about it, then stole their last beer as “compensation for his trauma’ and told Steve to never call him again.

“Look, Ryan wasn’t the best guy,” Robin replied with a grimace. “He liked Oasis and Tool unironically. Always a red flag.”

Steve snorted. Robin was a music snob most days, but she wasn’t wrong about that. Ryan and he had been dancing around and with each other for weeks before they finally got so hot and heavy that they went back to Steve’s for sex.

“It’s not fair,” he huffed. “You went to that bar and you a hottie girlfriend and I went to that bar and fucked a fish killer! I loved Garfield! He lived for five years before that bastard mercilessly murdered him. That’s long than my last ten relationships combined!”

Robin winced. “Ooh... I’m going to have to call Chrissy and let her know we can’t go back to that gay bar again.”

“Oh he’s so dead now!” Steve ranted. “Not only is he fish killer, he has driven us from our favorite bar!”

“Let me order us some take out,” Robin said standing up, “then I’ll call Chrissy over and we’ll all cry over Ciarán Hinds and Amanda Root falling in love.”

Steve sniffed away a couple of tears and nodded. “Then can we have a funeral for Garfield?”

Robin tilted her head and smiled sadly. “Of course we can. It’s a Sunday so none of us have work. We can watch as many weepy romance movies as you want, okay?”

“Okay,” Steve croaked. She gave him a big hug and kissed his cheek. He watched her wander into the kitchen to see what leftovers they had in the fridge so they could order from somewhere else. He loved her so much.

~

Sometime in the afternoon when they were more than a little tipsy, Chrissy commandeered the remote and turned on her favorite game show.

“Love Connection”

“Noooo...” Steve whined, burying his head into a throw pillow. It was Garfield shaped. It was what inspired the naming of the valiant fish. “This is the last thing I want to see. It’s so fake. No one gets together on these things. It’s so cheesy.”

“Exactly!” Chrissy crowed. “That’s why it’s perfect, we get to make fun of them!”

Steve thought that the only good part of the show was the second half. The first half was split into three different rounds. The first round was each suitor answer the one question, for a total of fifteen and then the catch would rank them, best got three points, second two, and third only one.

Then in the second round there were a set of rapid fire either or questions that the catch would yell out and the suitors would write down their answers. If their answer matched the catch’s they would get a tally. Whoever had the most tallies would win five points. Then three points to second place and one to the last place.

Then in the final round, each suitor would be asked separate questions and the catch would rate their answer one through three and that’s how many points they would get. Then at the end of the round all the points would be tallied up and the two highest would move on to the next round.

To the part that Steve actually liked. The first question always asked was “what would you do for a first date?” And the suitors got to take the catch out for the date and then afterward for drinks, the two dates would ask the catch some of the questions he asked them. Then the catch would pick the one they connected to the best.

It was all the stupid questions that bothered Steve. That was the fun part of dating, having these conversations and learning about them as you go. But then maybe that’s what Steve’s problem was, is that the people he dated didn’t care about these types of conversations.

“Why would you say you hate sports,” Steve huffed, waving his hand at the screen, “when the guy is a major soccer fan? Like did she think that she was going to put a stop to him enjoying it after starting dating?”

“Ooh yeah,” Chrissy agreed. “Just pick a different catch.”

Robin turned to her and tilted her head. “Do they get to chose their catch? I thought it was all random.”

Chrissy paused the show and pulled out her phone and the Wikipedia article. “Okay, it says here that people can apply to be suitors,” she waved at the row of women in the three booths. “Or catches.” She indicated the guy with her hand. “If they’re chosen to be a suitor then they are given a list of catches, headshot included. Then they rank vote them, so if four people pick Henry, then one will be on their second rank vote. And that part is randomized. According to them, anyway.”

Steve snorted. He highly doubted anything was randomized or voted on. They went for the biggest drama and everyone knew it.

“How long has this show been going on?” he huffed. “Like please tell it’s new and shiny and that’s why people like it.”

Robin snorted and shook her head. “Sorry, babe. But this is season twelve.”

“Oohh...” Chrissy said. “We need to show him the season six finale. That was hella juicy!”

So despite Steve’s protests, Chrissy pulled it up on her streaming services even though they hadn’t even finished the episode they were on.

When the credits rolled, Steve stared at the screen in utter shock. “What the honest fuck was that?”

Two of the three guys got into an all out brawl when the one guy had scored the lowest and felt that the second place suitor cheated. Not first place, second. Both guys were arrested and hauled off the set.

“It came out later Sven was right,” Robin said. “Elliot cheated. His cousin was an ex of the catch so he went in knowing a lot about Stella. The things he got wrong were things that had changed since she was dating his cousin.”

Chrissy nodded. “That’s why the have partitions up between the suitors now and why they have vigorous screening now. The show was almost canceled.”

“So why wasn’t it?” Steve asked honestly. “That was a shit show, if I was Stella I would have sued them into oblivion.”

Robin squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. “She did, but they settled out of court.”

“Basically,” Chrissy said, pouring them more wine and handing the first glass to Steve, “she wanted them to completely overhaul the system. She didn’t want it off the air, she wanted it safer for future participants.”

“The more the fool them,” Steve huffed. He took a long sip of his wine. “All right, fine. Let’s start at the beginning.”

Robin and Chrissy cheered and they all huddled up together on the sofa to watch this absolute train wreck of a show.

They were about half way through the third season and twice as drunk when Steve slurred, “Why are there no gay peemles in this? It’s a trav–trad–tramajesty.”

“Travesty!” Robin slurred back, her language skills always being the last to go when she’s three sheets to the wind. “And you are absolutely right! This is homophobic!”

Chrissy nodded solemnly and pulled out her phone. “I’mma show them...” she muttered with her tongue sticking out. “At loveconnectionUSA Need more gays, hashtag loveconnection hashtag need more gays.”

It wasn’t long after that that the three of them passed out on the sofa, empty bottles all around them and a message on the screen asking if they’re still watching.

~

There was a loud beeping noise and it absolutely was hurting his head. He reached over to where his phone was usually plugged in on his nightstand, but his hand went straight through it. He waved his arm all over the place but still his nightstand eluded him.

He peaked open one eye but his vision was obscured by a mass of blonde hair. He tried to push it out of the way but it kept falling back into his face. Finally he pushed Robin off him and onto the floor with a thud.

“Hey!” she yelped.

Steve peered over the edge of the sofa with a look of confusion. “Why are you on the floor?” he muttered over the still beeping of his alarm.

“Stop!” he mumbled and somehow, blissfully it did.

“I’m on the floor because you pushed me there,” Robin huffed, getting to her feet. She did a sniff test and grimaced when she completely failed. “God... how much did we drink yesterday?”

Chrissy struggled to sit up and blinked at her girlfriend groggily. “Not enough if I feel like this.”

Steve rolled over and looked at them both in confusion, then the events of Saturday and all day Sunday came flooding back in.

“Oh fuck...” he muttered, sitting up himself and rubbing his face. One eye was blurry from where his contact had shifted in the night. He wasn’t even sure why he had them on. Probably from sheer force of habit.

He got up and stumbled toward the bathroom where he emptied his stomach of all its boozy contents. He really didn’t remember them eating after breakfast, only a steady stream of harder and harder liquor.

While his was puking his guts out, Chrissy and Robin stole the shower. Thankfully only taking the time they needed to get the gross feeling of being hungover off their skin.

Then Steve closed his eyes as they exited the shower and snuck into Robin’s room to get ready for work. They all worked at Hawkins Middle School, where Steve was a history teacher who coached swimming and basketball. Chrissy was a health teacher and advisor for cheerleading. And Robin was the language teacher. The principal snatched her up because she could teach French, Spanish, and Italian, with her only needing to hire a German teacher.

Steve got his shower and then opted for glasses instead of his contacts, not trusting his shaky hands not poke out his eye or some shit.

They all were mostly human once they got coffee, painkillers, and cereal in them, the three of them, no doubt looking like escaped extras from a zombie flick. They moved as one, gathering up their stuff and shuffling out to Steve’s car. Chrissy sat in the back, Robin riding shotgun.

Chrissy opened her phone to check to see if she had any messages. “Holy shit!”

~

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[harringtonstilinski]

You Are In Love - Steve Harrington

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 2,951 Warnings: fluff, the upside down doesn't exist, Requested: no | yes; originally came from a prompt list, but i don't remember what the prompt was... Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! I honestly hate how most of this turned out, but I hope you like it. If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes there’s nothing you can do about it. Like feelings. You can’t control your feelings. Like the ones you’re currently feeling for your coworker, Steve. You had started at Family Video a few weeks after Steve and Robin. She was the one to ask about your three favorite movies, to which you gave her.

When she immediately said you could either start that day or the following day, you were ecstatic! Having loved movies all your life, you always wanted to work at the video store in town, and you were glad you got the job!

As you were checking out a customer, you felt a body behind you before you put on your best smile and handed the person their rental back. “There you go! It’s due back on Thursday. Have a great night!” After the customer left, you sighed, resting your elbows on the counter, your face going into your hands.

“Well, that was brutal.”

Looking at the body next to you, you gave a deadpan look to your coworker. “I see you didn’t jump at the chance to take care of her.”

“Eh, she wasn’t my type.”

“Who isn’t your type, Steve?”

He looked up, thinking for a moment before shrugging. “Lots of girls. I just have my eyes set on someone else.”

“A total babe, right?” Robin asked, winking when you turned to look at her.

Standing up a little straighter, you looked between them as you sarcastically said, “Oh, she must be very special if she’s a total babe.” 

They looked at each other, confused looks on their faces at your response.

“Uhh, yeah,” Steve said. “Total babe.”

“So,” you said. “Tell me about her.”

He lightly chuckled, looking down for a moment before saying, “Uhm,” and describing your features… that flew right above your head. “She’s just amazing. She makes me smile every day that I work with her. She’s sarcastic and funny as hell–”

As Steve kept describing this girl, you couldn’t help but feel your face fall, knowing that he was talking about someone else… and not you. “Well,” you said, interrupting his rambling. “She sounds like a pretty nice girl.”

“Oh my god,” Robin breathed, going back to put the returns into the computer.

You tried to busy yourself with organizing things below the counter that… didn’t need organizing. Breathing out a breath, you stood up, hands on your hips as you pucker your lips in thought, humming to yourself before looking up from where you were staring, seeing the cart of returns that needed to be put up.

Rounding the counter with a bit of pep in your step, you grabbed the cart and started moving it through the aisles, humming to yourself as you did. With every movie you put up, you tried to picture yourself on your couch with a date… that date being one Steve Harrington.

What you weren’t aware of was the hushed conversation Robin was having with Steve.

“Just ask her out,” she whispered. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Uhm, she rejects me,” Steve whisper-yelled. “I can’t take another girl rejecting me. I’ll go insane.”

“You’re already insane,” Robin said, more of a question than a statement.

“How?”

“Oh, my god. If you don’t ask her out, I will.”

Steve gawked at Robin, mouth hung open in shock. “You wouldn’t.” All Robin did was smirk before taking a breath, gearing up to ask you on a date, but Steve’s hands going up in surrender had her mouth shutting. “Okay, okay, jeez. I’ll ask her out.”

“Ask who out?” you asked, pushing the now empty cart to the counter, putting more returns in it to put away later once it was full.

“That girl he’s been dreaming about,” Robin said, looking over shoulder at Steve. “But he’s too scared.”

Your face dropped, not going unnoticed by the duo. The image that popped into your head was Steve standing from your couch, essentially breaking up with you to go out with someone else that very same night.

“I-I’m sure she’ll say yes,” you said, meekly. Straightening up, you smirked a little, before you said sarcastically, “I mean, who wouldn’t say yes to King Steve.”

Okay, that hurt. Hurt to say, hurt to see the look on his face change from wide eyed to… well, hurt.

Sighing, you rounded the corner, walking up to Steve to wrap your arms around his middle, your cheek pressed to his chest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you King Steve. It’s just a force of habit.”

Steve sighed back, resting his cheek on the top of your head at the same time he wrapped his own arms around you. “It’s okay. You’re forgiven.”

“Good.” You smiled, happy that the image from earlier has completely vanished. You’ve always wanted to know how it felt to be in his arms, and now that you are, you never want to leave. You felt so safe being wrapped in his arms.

Reluctantly, he unwrapped himself from you, another deep breath escaping him. “Before I lose the courage-”

“Yes,” you said. “You don’t even have to ask. Yes.”

“Okay, uhm,” he chuckled. “Friday? 7:00PM?”

Nodding, you smiled. “Friday at 7.” You just knew everything would turn out great.

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Friday was here and things were not turning out great. First off, your car ran out of gas on the way to work, so you had to walk the rest of the way, not passing a payphone to call the video store.

Second, you kept picking the wrong movies that people were asking for, taking them to the wrong genres. Someone had asked for straight romance, you took them to the romcom section. Someone else asked for thrillers and suspense, you took them to horror. 

Needless to say you lost about five customers that day to Steve and Robin, the customers leaving your help to ask them. When the last customer was out of the store and pretty much out of sight, you rested your elbows on the counter, sliding your face between your hands, groaning.

“Everything okay?” Robin asked, placing a hand on your back.

“No! Everything is turning out incredibly wrong. I mean, what if my date tonight goes horrible?” you said, crossing your arms and resting your forehead on them.

Unbeknownst to you, Robin had looked up at Steve, noticed a crestfallen look on his face. She never took her eyes off Steve as she replied, “I’m sure it won’t.”

Picking up your head, you looked between your coworkers, whispering to her, “It’s with Steve. Hawkins’ very own resident playboy.”

He chuckled, your eyes shifting to his as he looked at you. “I used to be. There’s a big difference, sweetheart.”

Your breath hitched at the choice of nickname. Seeing the smug look on his face, you rolled your eyes at him before casting your eyes at the door, hearing the bell chiming above the door, a customer walking in.

“Game on, playboy,” Robin muttered. You could hear the smile in her voice.

Steve breathed out a quick breath that gave the vibe of game on… which ultimately had your face falling, a crestfallen expression crossing your features that didn’t go unnoticed by Robin.

She rubbed your back, a sad smile on her face that you returned, the images of you wrapped up in Steve’s arms on the couch dissipating, the day going to ultimate shit.

A few hours went by, your eyes always drifting towards Steve as he flirted his way through his work hours. After he had abid you and Robin goodbye for the day, you sighed exasperatedly as his car drove off.

“I know this is a dumb question to ask, but… are you okay?” Robin asked, watching you sort the movies out by genre and title names.

“Yeah, why?” You looked up at her through your lashes, seeing an unamused look on her face as she crossed her arms. Sighing, you dropped your head. “Okay, fine. I’m nervous. It’s freaking Steve. What do you want me to say?  That I’ve had this massive crush on him since high school that I’ve buried deep down? That I’ve pictured a small life with him; marrying him, having his six lil’ nuggets, having about 30 lil’ grandnuggets? Is that you want to hear? Or-or that I’m scared everything will be a fucking disaster because knowing my damn track record, it will be.”

You sighed, feeling like you just ran a marathon with all the words you just spit out. Huffing out a breath, you noticed the smile on Robin’s face. Deadpanning, you asked, “You just wanted to hear me confess all that, didn’t you?”

“I’m not the only one,” she said, looking above your head.

With confused brows, you turned your head over your shoulder, seeing who she was eyeing. “What do you want, Edward?”

Sporting a shiteating grin, Eddie asked, “Why are you nervous about your date with Harrington?”

Closing your eyes with a sigh, you muttered, “Dustin Wade.”

“Nope. Don’t bring that twerp into this. I can see it all over your face.” All you could do was sigh before Eddie continued his words, “Come on. Let me take you home so that you can get ready for your date with Harrington.”

Taking him up on his offer, you nodded, going into the back to clock out, telling Keith that you’d be back for either opening the next morning or you’ll just be late for your shift… to which he just waved you off.

After returning to the showroom, you sighed, walking up to Eddie. “Let’s go, Munson.”

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“Dustin! Where did you hide it?” you yelled.

“Hide what?” he said, a smirk on his face. He had been standing at your door frame with a can on Pringles in his hand, snacking on the delicious crisps. “And you don’t have to yell, I’m standing right here.” You glared at him, giving a look that said I’m not fucking around.

“Oh! You mean, this?” He held up a tube of your favorite lipstick.

“Yes! Where was it?”

Shrugging, Dustin replied, “I let Max borrow it.”

“Max doesn’t wear makeup. Next.”

Dustin sighed, closing his eyes before tossing the tube in your direction. “I let her borrow it for El.”

“Well, you could’ve said that to begin with-”

“BUT!” he interrupted. “Max wasn’t sure on how to put it on her, so Nancy helped her, but then she kept it until Robin told Max about your date with Steve tonight. So, Nance brought it back over just a little while ago.”

“They couldn’t have asked me for it?”

“If it helps, we used brushes for it!” Nancy said, popping her head into your room. 

“Clean ones, I hope,” you muttered, opening the tube to swipe the color across your lips. As you examined your whole look, you nodded once to yourself, saying, “It’ll do.”

“By the way, Steve’s here,” Max said, also popping her head into your room.

Seriously, how many people are going to randomly pop up? The whole crew, apparently, everyone shouting your name.

Walking into the hallway, you rolled your eyes. “What the hell is everyone doing here?”

The moment Steve came into your view, you knew why; they either were betting on it, helped set it up, or just wanted to see the two of you finally going on a much needed date.

Steve’s eyes were almost bulging out of his skull at your outfit. He was expecting you to look normal for your date; after all, he had told you the day prior that he wanted to take you to the movies. What he was not expecting was pure. fucking. perfection. “Wow,” he breathed.

“What?” you asked, smiling shyly. Watching him look you up and down, you decided to look down at your outfit before looking back up at him. “Is it bad? Should I change? I should probably change.”

As you started to turn around, Steve reached a hand out, yelling “No!” before you turned back to him, giving him a quizzical look. “I mean, it’s just that you look great and the movie will be starting soon, and I just… well, I don’t want us to be late.”

Smiling a little at him, you nodded your head, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Yeah, okay. That’s fair.”

“Now, you two have fun,” your mother said. “Don’t keep her out too late, Steve.”

“Yes, Mrs. Henderson,” he said. “I won’t. She’ll be back at curfew. I promise.”

Turning towards your mom, you smiled and told her that you loved her before turning to the Party, giving them all a scowl that they all just smiled at. When you turned back to look at Steve, your scowl turned from just that to a small smile. “Okay. Let’s go.”

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“Why didn’t you tell me they hung upside down?” you asked Steve as you walked out of the theater. He had surprised you by taking you to see The Lost Boys because you had said once that Kiefer Sutherland was a good actor when you were helping a customer one day. “That was so scary!”

“No more vampire movies,” Steve said, nodding. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Taking in a deep breath, you looked in front of you to not crash into anyone while the two of you walked. “So,” you said, releasing the breath. “Where to now?”

“Well,” Steve said, putting his hands in his jeans pockets. “I was thinking I could take you out to eat and then… I don’t know. Whatever you wanted to do after.”

Fuck, he was so thoughtful. Not planning the full night without having your input made you smile and made Steve feel like a true gentleman. 

You had known who Steve was in high school, the both of you being in the same graduation class, but never having the same classes. However, you did glance at him from time to time in the hallways and at his basketball practice when waiting for your little brother to finish with his AV club.

Walking with Steve, you thought about old feelings that you had thought were tucked away before you started working with him at Family Video. Furrowing your brows, you stopped walking. “Steve, I have to tell you something.”

Steve stopped in his tracks and turned to look at you. “Was this date a bust?”

Chuckling, you turned your body to face him. “No. This date has been amazing so far. It’s just that… I have to get something off my chest before I lose all the courage to do it.” At his nod, you took a deep breath. “I like you. Like, a lot. I have since high school before you and Dustin became friends. I think it just… amplified from there.”

Looking at him, you saw a look on his face that made you question your decision to even open your big mouth in the first place. “Look,” you said, turning to walk off. “J-just forget it.” Before you could even think about putting one foot in front of the other, Steve gently grabbed your arm to turn you back to him.

“Just hush,” he said, before placing his lips gently against yours. It wasn’t a big kiss like in the movies or books you’ve read where they crash their lips together. No; this one was sweet and gentle, like he was testing the waters. When he pulled back to gage your reaction, he smiled a little at seeing your lips still puckered with your eyes closed. “I have a feeling that you were gonna tell me that you know I don’t have the same feelings for you when the truth is… is that I do.”

Opening your eyes, you locked eyes with his hazel ones that drew you in every single time you looked at him. “You do?”

Steve nodded his head, eyes casting down towards your lips for a moment before bringing his hand up to soft cup your cheek. “You didn’t think I didn’t notice you sitting on the bleachers watching us practice? Or with your nose in a book? Or you doing homework? Because I did. Every time I was sitting on the bench to let other players do their thing, all I did was watch you.”

“Stalker much?”

“Okay, now you’re starting to sound like Max.”

The both of you laughed for a moment before going quiet again. “Listen; I’ve liked you since high school, as well, and I want to be with you. I just didn’t know how to approach it before you started working with us.” Tilting his head a little to the side, he smirked that damn Harrington smirk that made all the girls weak in the knees. “So, can I test the waters again? Or are we just gonna end this date right here and not speak to each other ever again?”

Giggling, you nodded your head. “Yes. You can test the waters again.”

Steve kissed you like you’ve never been kissed before… and let’s just say… the two of you didn’t make it back to your house that night. You ended up back at Steve’s, making out like a couple of high school teens, lips swollen from the amount of kisses you shared, stopping before things could go too far, your relationship way too fresh for any activities that were clothing optional. 

As you snuggled up next to Steve on the couch with a blanket draped over the two of you with the latest episode of Family Ties on the television, you came to quickly realize something about Steve as you tilted your head back to look at him;

You. Are. In. Love.

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