#stranger things sleepover

[nancys4gf]

So I've been thinking about this idea for a long time and I hope you could write it. The party stays a week at Steve's house as like a sleepover but it's a week long, and the reader and steve are the mom and dad of the party,(the reader has been around a but longer than Steve because they're Jonathan's best friend ) and it's just Steve and the reader being like a married couple the whole week but instead of steve being in mom mode it's the reader and everyone it confused at the sudden change but they love it, especially steve. And the party is just gossiping and being totally confused why the reader and steve aren't dating. ( bonus points if I could get a scene where will lays on the readers chest and naps and steve gets all annoying because that's "his place")

longing glances | steve harrington

summary: the party has a week-long sleepover at steve's house.

pairing: steve harrington x female reader

warnings: mentions of nightmares

note: dear anon, i LOVED this. i loved it so much i went crazy with it and ended up writing 5k words. it's honestly one of my favorite things i've ever written and i've had so much fun doing it. i truly hope you enjoy it as well!! thank you so much for requesting ♡♡♡

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– monday. 

when dustin proposed the idea of a week-long sleepover, you thought he was crazy. 

but as you drove the kids, robin, nancy and jonathan to steve’s house, every passing second convinced you that you all deserved to spend some fun, relaxing time together, after everything you had gone through.

after you honked the horn to announce your arrival, steve opened the door theatrically, a huge grin adorning his face. “mi casa es su casa.”

the kids didn’t waste a second before rushing in, pushing past steve. 

“dude, your pool is huge!” dustin exclaimed.

“why is this the first time you’ve invited me over?” robin gaped at the house.

“i don’t know.” steve shrugged. “just, don’t make me regret it.”

“race you to the pool!” 

“oh, yeah,” you laughed, watching steve’s panicked expression as the kids ran to the pool, jumping in without even bothering to put on their swimsuits first. “this was definitely a good idea.”

– tuesday. 

“um, steve?” you called out, peeking inside the fridge. 

“yes?”

“where’s the food?” 

“right there.” he gestured.

“there’s a carton of milk and a tomato. what kind of breakfast is that?”

“add in some granola and you’ve got a champion’s breakfast.”

“steve,” you closed the fridge and put your hands on the sides of your waist. “i’ve got six hungry kids. and you haven’t stocked up on food?” 

steve opened his mouth only to close it again, and gave you a guilty smile, before turning away to look for his jacket.

“let’s go.”

“where?” 

he jiggled his car keys. “grocery shopping.”

— ❀ —

“can you grab some pop tarts?” 

steve nooded, disappearing further down the aisle. you had agreed to split up so it would take less time getting everything you needed, but you soon realized you couldn’t leave him alone.

“one box? do i need to remind you? six kids, and a week?”

steve looked confused. “uh. two boxes, then?”

you sighed, shaking your head. “alright. we’re teaming up, harrington.”

and so steve pushed the shopping cart, while you tossed the items in it. 

“get those,” you pointed at the fridges, and steve obliged, coming back with a significant amount of eggo’s boxes. “oh, and some lucky charms. will loves them.”

“did you sleep well last night?” he asked while taking the cereal.

“i did, thanks.” you smiled, glancing at him. “your bed is comfy.”

“i even put on some clean sheets for you.” 

“what a luxury.”

steve had arranged his house this way: the kids slept in sleeping bags in the living room, robin and nancy slept in the guest room, and steve and jonathan in steve parents’ room. you were the only one who had an entire room for herself, and you still didn’t really understand why. 

“i felt a little alone, though.” you pouted. “i’m the only one that doesn’t have a roomie.”

“i can go and keep you company if you want.” he said quickly.

“steve harrington,” you gasped dramatically. “are you trying to get into my bed?”

“first of all, it’s my bed,” he turned the cart into another aisle. “and no, obviously. i’d sleep on the floor.”

“or i just could join robin and nancy. or the kids downstairs.”

“yeah, yeah, of course. i was just- i was just saying.”

you piled up some tubes of ice cream in the cart, but had a hard time picking the last flavor. 

you held up two tubes and stared at steve. “which one?”

he looked as if you were asking a question with an impossible answer. you sighed.

“will, lucas and el prefer cookie dough. but dustin, max and mike like strawberry better.”

“well, what do you like?”

“strawberry.”

“strawberry it is.” he stated, grabbing the tube from your hands and putting it into the cart.

as you resumed walking together, you glanced at steve, but he was already looking at you, quickly averting his gaze. you couldn’t help the smile that crept across your face.

“so,” he played it cool, opening another fridge. “three frozen pizzas should be enough, right?”

“six kids, steve. six kids.”

– wednesday. 

steve was trying to barbecue. it didn’t take long before everyone realized steve wasn’t great at barbecuing. 

“you’re supposed to wait for it to heat up.” jonathan informed.

“says who?”

“everyone.”

“well, sometimes you gotta be different, you know,” steve shrugged, placing the raw burgers and steaks on the grill. “do things your own way.”

“remember to cook dustin’s well-done. he’s sensitive about meat.” you reminded from the recliner, sunbathing with nancy and robin as the kids played in the pool. 

“ouch.” robin whined for the hundredth time.

“what’s wrong?” nancy asked with her eyes closed, finally giving in to robin’s antics.

“the sun’s too hot.”

“it’s noon, robin.” you said obviously. “did you put on some sunscreen?”

“no,” she said quietly. “it makes me look bad.”

“you’ll look even uglier when you’re walking around like a burnt tomato.”

“here,” nancy offered, while robin threw her sandal at steve. “turn around.”

for the first time in history, robin did as told, and nancy started applying sunscreen on her back. robin went quiet after that. considerably quiet. 

“hey, no running!” steve called out.

“sorry!” mike shouted back. 

“you know you’re supposed to check on the food, right?” jonathan told steve, who was walking towards the pool.

“i am!” he said, before doing a cannonball, splashing dustin in the face.

the boys fooled around for a while: dustin getting on steve’s shoulders and steve dropping him, dustin keeping steve’s head underwater, trying to see how much time he could go on without breathing. 

at some point, the sound of your laugh caught steve’s attention. robin had taken off her sunglasses, and her face was completely red and sunburned, except for the mark of the glasses around her eyes. you burst into laughter, almost falling from your chair. steve didn’t notice he was smiling. but dustin did. 

“you’ve got something on your face.” 

steve immediately started touching his face. “where?”

“here,” dustin pointed at his own chin, right below his mouth, before breaking into a smirk. “drool.”

steve scoffed and slapped dustin on the back of his head, making the boy wince and touch the area. steve directed his gaze back at you, but instead, he caught sight of eleven stepping out of the house.

“what are you doing?” she stopped, the eggo midway between the air and her mouth. “no dessert before lunch, you know that.”

eleven stared as steve dismissively, and pointed at you. “she lets me.”

she proceeded to walk away and get into the water, ignoring steve’s orders not to eat inside the pool. he glared at you, and you shrugged, a playful smile on your lips. 

“sorry. i’m the cool one.”

– thursday. 

the kitchen was silent and dark as you poured yourself some water. you closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying the way it refreshed your dry mouth. 

suddenly, you heard a noise, similar to a creak or a screech. your guard immediately went up, and before you realized, your hand was reaching for a knife. you stayed very still and very quiet as the noise got nearer, until finally, a figure appeared in the doorway.

“shit!”

“jesus!”

you and steve jumped at the same time as he turned on the light. you exhaled and set the knife down, steadying yourself on the counter, your entire body shaking uncontrollably. 

“it’s just me,” steve whispered, slowly making his way towards you. “it’s just me. i’m sorry.”

you nodded as you felt a pair of arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. you could feel his warmth through the fabric of the t-shirt, the smell of his cologne radiating from his skin, filling the air with recognition and safety. 

“i was just…” you sighed. “i came to get some water.”

“couldn’t sleep?” he asked, caressing your arm. you shook your head. “why?”

“i’ve been-” you stopped. you hadn’t told this to anyone. but being in steve’s arms in the dead of night made you feel safe. you knew you could trust him. you knew he would understand. “having nightmares.”

“ever since…?” he didn’t even need to finish the sentence, you nodded your head. 

he pulled you even closer, needing to protect you, even if you weren’t in any real danger.

“i’ll stay with you until you fall asleep, hm? how does that sound?” he said, moving his hand up and down on your back soothingly.

“sounds good.” you whispered, turning your head and giving him a smile.

you walked together, steve’s hand steady on your back. but when you got to the stairs, you stopped. 

“what’s wrong?”

you glanced at the living room where six figures lay, curled up against one another, sleeping soundly. they looked so peaceful. like they were ordinary kids, ordinary friends who did normal things like having sleepovers. they didn’t look like kids that continuously found themselves in danger, seeing each other go through the worst imaginable evils.

“i…” you hesitated, almost ashamed of what you were going to say. “i want to keep an eye on them. but you go.”

steve followed your gaze, and you noticed the way his eyes softened.

“i’ll stay with you.” he said firmly. 

“you don’t have to, steve.”

he stared at you, and this time it was you he was looking at with pure adoration.

“i want to.”

with one last reassuring smile from his part, you nodded, and you two walked back to where you had come from. you positioned yourself on the large couch in the living room, while steve looked for some blankets. 

“is this okay? are you cold?” he whispered as he covered you up. the blanket was warm and fuzzy.

“it’s perfect.” you smiled at him, moved by the tenderness in his gesture. “it smells like your house.”

“like my house?” he asked confusedly.

“yeah. you know how people’s houses have different, particular smells? well, like that.”

“and what does my house smell like?”

you pondered. “like steve.”

“okay, you’re not making any sense right now,” he chuckled. “you should sleep.”

he moved closer to you, covering himself with the blanket as well. it felt nice, being close to him like this.

“he snores.” steve observed, pointing at dustin, who was indeed snoring quite loudly. “of course he snores.”

you laughed together, but you didn’t talk after that. you could hear the occasional ruffle of the sleeping bags as one of the kids moved, the ticking of the clock, and the wind swaying the trees. you could also hear steve’s steady breathing, and your own heartbeat against your ears.

“thank you.” you spoke quietly after a while, just in case steve had fallen asleep. 

“what for?” he whispered back.

“staying with me,” you looked at him. you were so close you could see every detail of his face, even though it was dark. “for taking care of me, of them.” you glanced at the kids. 

he found your hand under the blankets, and squeezed it, giving you a smile. 

“always.” 

“you’re a good guy, steve harrington.”

what you said wasn’t new to you. steve was your friend, and you thought the world of him. and he knew that, he didn’t need to hear it in order to feel it. but actually hearing those words coming out of your mouth with pure sincerity and conviction, made his heart skip a beat. he was glad it was dark, because involuntarily, his eyes watered.

“i try,” he whispered, not daring to say something else in case his voice would break. “i try.”

“i know you do.”

– friday. 

“sh! you’ll wake them up.”

“good, it’s already ten and i’m hungry.”

“what are they doing here?” 

“shut up!”

click!

the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was a camera. behind it stood jonathan, and the rest of the party, staring at you with huge smiles on their faces.

“what’s going on?” you mumbled, starting to get up, but something prevented you from moving.

something heavy, pressing down on your chest. you looked down, only to find a mop of disheveled, brown hair. 

“we could ask you the same question.”

“steve,” you whispered, slightly shaking him. “steve, wake up.”

he only whined in response, nuzzling up closer against you. everyone laughed at the sight, and jonathan took another picture. you glared at him. 

“what? this is an adorable scene.” he defended himself, smirking. 

“straight out of a christmas card.” robin chimed in.

“you’re only missing the golden retriever.” dustin said.

“steve is the golden retriever.” lucas proposed. everyone agreed. 

– saturday. 

after a long day of swimming and playing a very violent game of monopoly, everyone was sprawled on the couches watching a movie. 

the exhaustion of the day seemed to dawn on the kids and robin, though, because they were all asleep by half of it.

will was lying on your chest, as you ran your fingers through his hair. robin always picked the best movies, and this was no exception. you were completely engrossed in it, but someone insisted on distracting you. 

“hey, that’s my place.” steve whispered teasingly from the other side of the couch, max’s head laying on his lap, while he gestured to will sleeping on your chest.

you laughed, shaking your head. you would be lying if you said you didn’t think about that night on the couch. 

“catch.” he whispered again, but when you ignored him, you felt something hit your cheek. 

“are you throwing popcorn at me?”

“i told you to catch.”

and so a war started, with you and steve throwing pieces of popcorn at each other’s mouths. steve caught a good amount of it, but you didn’t, and when some popcorn hit will on the forehead making him whine, you couldn’t help it, both you and steve burst into laughter. robin woke up solely to tell you to shut up.

after a while, the movie ended. the kids got settled in their respective sleeping bags, and the grown-ups wished each other goodnight and headed upstairs. you and steve were the only ones left, when he suddenly said, 

“shit. i forgot to clean the pool.”

“do it tomorrow.”

“no, they want to use it first thing in the morning. shit.” he groaned. “i’ll do it now.”

“i’ll help, then.”

“no, no. go to sleep. it’s late.”

“come on, we’ll be faster if we do it together.”

steve wanted to complain, but you were already opening the window, gesturing for him to follow you outside. and god knows he’d follow you anywhere.

— ❀ —

you and steve were on each end of the pool, removing leaves and eleven’s eggo crumbs. the air was sultry, the stars shining bright in the summer night’s sky.

“thank you for inviting us over.” you spoke. “we’re all having a great time.”

“sure. my house is facing some severe damage, but yeah.”

“i’ll buy you some new plates for the ones dustin broke.” you rolled your eyes. “but seriously, i haven’t had this much fun in a while.”

steve looked at you, nodding his head. 

“yeah, me too.” he paused. “i think we needed this, you know?”

“yeah.” 

after a while, the pool was cleaned. you stood together, admiring your work.

“see? teamwork makes the dream work.” you said, passing a hand through your sweaty forehead.

“it’s so hot.” steve commented, and you could see how drenched he was in the way his shirt stuck to his chest. oh, you could definitely see.

“i feel disgusting.” 

“good thing we have an entire pool for ourselves then, right?”

“yeah, right.” you chuckled. 

thing is, you didn’t think steve was being serious. but he was. his movements were so fast and sudden that you couldn’t even move out of the way, letting out a surprised yelp as you hit the water.

“steve!” you cried out from the pool. 

“better, isn’t it?” he smirked, and you swam to the edge of the pool, getting hold of his ankles and pushing him inside with you.

after splashing each other for a while, you two swam in silence, going in separate directions but eventually finding your way back to each other. 

“you know, i wasn’t so sure about you at first.” you confessed, floating on your back, staring at the stars above you. 

“you weren’t?” he asked, and you hummed in response. “what changed?”

“dustin adopted you and i was forced to be in your presence.” 

he laughed, but he didn’t say anything.

“you’re not going to ask me why i didn’t like you?”

“nah,” he threw a remaining leaf out of the water. “i can imagine why.” 

you stood on your feet now, moving closer to him.  

“but you’re better now. everybody loves you.”

“keep going,” he teased, and you nudged him. “seriously, it’s good for my ego.”

“remember when you used to call the byers’ every night, so you could make sure will had gotten home alright?” you asked, and steve laughed, a bit embarrassed. “i think that’s how you finally won me over.”

“you didn’t have to do anything to win me over.” he said. “i was sold from the very first moment.”

“yeah?” you asked, a big grin creeping across your face.

“don’t let it get to your head,” he warned, teasingly. “but yeah. you were so sure of yourself. you never thought twice before doing something to help others. i wanted to be like you, i guess.”

you stared into each other’s eyes, the only sounds that could be heard being the sounds of the water and the rustling of leaves.

you didn’t understand what the feeling in your chest was. you had been in this same pool earlier that day, with the same boy standing in front of you, and you hadn’t felt whatever strange sensation you were experiencing now. the clothes felt heavy on your body, but being alone with steve made you feel oddly light. maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. but it felt good.

“come on,” he said after a while. “let’s get some towels.”

after rummaging through his closet, steve handed you a shirt. he turned back, and you turned back as well. you heard his movements as he took off the wet clothes and put on the dry ones. a shiver went down your back, due to the act of intimacy you two were sharing. 

when you were dressed, you turned back, and he did too. 

“you know, i have clothes.” you grinned. “i have a bag full of them.”

“i know.” steve broke into a smile. “i just like seeing you in my clothes. that’s all.”

you averted your gaze as your cheeks warmed up, but you could still feel steve’s eyes on you. 

– sunday.

jonathan was showing you some pictures outside, while the rest of the party sat around the table having breakfast.

“is that your shirt?” dustin suddenly asked steve, pointing at you through the window.

immediately, everyone directed their gazes towards where dustin was pointing.

“holy shit,” max said. “it so is.”

“so what?” steve asked, feigning indifference. nancy and robin shared a look.

“why is she wearing your shirt?” nancy inquired.

“yeah steve, why is she wearing your shirt? did she run out of clothes? did she lose them? did she manage to get them all dirty?” robin insisted, and steve waved her off.

“she liked the shirt. so i let her borrow it.”

“it looks big on her.” eleven commented.

steve looked down, smiling to himself. “i know.”

“you’ve never even kissed?” max asked very seriously and very incredulously. steve stared at her.

“i’m not answering that question.”

“that means they did!” lucas exclaimed, and max nodded frantically. 

soon, the breakfast table was in uproar. max, lucas and robin were asking for details, dustin was screaming at mike that he owed him twenty dollars, and will, eleven and nancy watched the scene entertainingly. 

“no, no! shut up, everyone! no, nothing’s happened. jeez. you’re like a group of possessed parrots.” 

“i’m confused,” dustin started. “why aren’t you guys dating?”

“yeah!” max exclaimed, and steve was genuinely surprised at the girl’s interest in his (nonexistent) love life. “you guys already act like you’re dating.”

“they act like they’re married.” lucas corrected.

“you’re perfect for each other.” dustin went on. “you both like horror movies, you always laugh at her terrible jokes, she laughs at yours. not to mention you’re the ones who take care of us.”

“yeah, and she makes you decent.” robin remarked.

“and you make her happy.” eleven pointed out, and her profound, sincere comment managed to turn them all silent.

you and jonathan walked into the room, taken aback by the uncharacteristic quiet.

“what’s going on?” 

to make matters even more suspicious, everyone shouted ‘nothing!’ at the same time. you raised an eyebrow, but decided not to engage, sitting down next to steve and stealing a piece of bacon from his plate.

“i like your shirt.” max told you.

“thanks. it’s steve’s.” you said casually. 

you watched curiously as the rest of the kids tried to contain their laughter. you looked at steve, but he just shrugged, a faint flush on his cheeks. 

— ❀ —

things were changing with you and steve. you noticed it in the way his gaze lingered on yours, making every moment of eye contact a breathtaking incident. 

and now, at the bonfire the kids had insisted on having since it was the last night of the sleepover, you saw it in the way he looked at you first whenever he made a joke, or when he gave you the best s’mores. 

“bonfires always get me so emotional.” robin expressed. “they remind me of the last nights at summer camp. i feel like we’re saying goodbye, or something.”

“no one’s saying goodbye,” steve rolled his eyes. “i’ll be seeing your little sunburnt face before i get the chance to miss you.”

robin glared at him. 

“expect to see a lot of me this summer,” dustin added. “you won’t be able to get me away from that pool. or your nintendo.”

“great.” steve said sarcastically.

“you know,” you said, taking the s’mores steve was offering you. “even if we’re not saying goodbye, this is still our last night doing this. we can get emotional if we want.”

“no, don’t start!” will cried out. “you always cry when you make speeches.”

“i won’t make a speech.” you rolled your eyes. “i just want to say that… i never thought i’d have a friend group like this. that i’d ever feel this comfortable and happy. and, honestly, after all we’ve been through, i think we’re bonded for life.”

you gazed at your friends, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. “don’t you think?”

“yeah.” mike agreed, and the rest followed, agreeing quietly.

“i don’t think i could ever forget you guys.” max said. “even if i wanted to.”

lucas wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and she smiled, resting her head in the crook of his neck. 

“whatever happens in the future, let’s promise to protect each other.” nancy spoke.

everyone nodded, a silent promise hanging in the air as the friends leaned against the person sitting next to them, looking for comfort in the people they trusted the most in the world. their family. 

— ❀ —

everyone had already gone to sleep, but you lingered by the stairs with steve. it was your last night here. if something was meant to happen, it was now or never.

“so, last night here.” you commented, playing with your feet. 

“yeah.” he chuckled awkwardly. “i mean, not mine. i live here. but yours.”

he didn’t say anything else, and neither did you. you looked everywhere except at each other. 

“it’s been a… very insightful week.”

“totally.” you agreed, even though you weren’t sure what he meant by ‘insightful’.

steve finally looked at you, and you hesitantly looked back. the look in his eyes made your breath catch in your throat: you were pretty certain it was now. 

“we should get some sleep. it’s late.” he concluded after a moment, putting his hands in the back pockets of his jeans.

“oh.” you nodded your head, furrowing your eyebrows, doing your best to hide your disappointment. “yeah, sure. goodnight.”

“goodnight.”

you motioned to go up the stairs, but he had to go upstairs too, so you ended up bumping against each other. you both chuckled awkwardly, walking together.

when you finally got upstairs, both of you glanced at each other’s respective rooms, lingering. okay, maybe downstairs wasn’t now or never, you thought. now was now or never. if he wanted to make a move, this was the perfect moment.

“alright. goodnight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.” he said and quickly walked away, shaking his head and muttering a ‘what?’ under his breath.

“uh, yeah, thanks.” you mumbled, walking into his room. 

you shut the door behind you and rested your head against it, letting out a groan. 

you turned and turned on the bed, but sleep wouldn’t come. you kept going over this past week, wondering if you had imagined all the longing glances and touches and subtle flirting. 

wondering if the night at the pool, or the night when you had slept on the couch, or the morning at the supermarket hadn’t meant anything to him. like it meant to you.

not knowing was driving you crazy. so you decided to give in to your curiosity and impulsivity and got out of the bed, going over the things you were going to say when you confronted him.

but when you walked out of the room, you were surprised to find steve already in the hallway, wide-awake, his hair messy and his clothes wrinkled. 

“oh, hi.” he said, startled. 

“hi.” you replied, all your bravado and courage fading away as soon as you looked into his eyes.

“is everything okay?” 

“yes, yeah. i was just… it’s nothing,” you chuckled sheepishly. “where were you going?”

“i, uh,” he looked away. “i just wanted to make sure you didn’t have another one of those nightmares.”

“oh,” you nodded your head. “yeah, i’m okay. thank you.”

“good. great.”

“i should…” you took a step back. “yeah, goodnight.”

being in steve’s presence was dangerous. especially when you were so worked up and sleepless and confused and he was looking like that. 

you practically ran back to steve’s room, not daring to cast him another glance.

throwing yourself on the bed, you put the pillow over your head, trying not to scream. what were you doing? were you insane? you had almost ruined your friendship with steve just because you were being stupid over things that didn’t mean anything. not only that, but messing things up with steve would have perpetual consequences on the entire group, and you couldn’t do that. not when all of you had just promised you’d always be there for each other, no matter what.

naturally, you convinced yourself you should apologize to steve in case you had made things weird. so you got on your feet again, and you opened the door.

only steve was already there, his hand raised, about to knock. 

and you forgot whatever it was that you wanted to tell him. you forgot about your worries and your fears and your imagination. you didn’t know what you had imagined and what you hadn’t, you just knew what you were feeling right now, as steve stood in front of you, his eyes showing an urgency that resembled your own.

you had spent the last hour going over possible things you could say, but at that moment, words were the last thing on your mind. because he was cupping your face with his hands and he was kissing you.

he was kissing you, and you didn’t waste a second before kissing him back, your hands finding its way to his hair. his mouth was warm and your hands moved about his body, pulling him towards you. it was just him, him and him and him. 

he kissed you with so much force you stumbled back into the room, and he followed, his hands not leaving the grip on your waist. in one swift movement, he put one hand on the back of your neck, and he shut the door with the other.

– monday. 

everyone was already in the car, except for you. you were standing with steve on his doorstep.

“so...” 

“so…”

“are you busy tonight?” 

“i haven’t even left yet and you already miss me?” you teased.

“maybe.” he grinned, and you felt so lucky, so ridiculously lucky, that you were the one he was dedicating that beautiful smile to.

“i’m free.”

“can i… pick you up?” he asked, interlocking his fingers with yours. “at seven, maybe?”

“sounds good.” you nodded, breaking into a smile. his gaze fell to your lips for a moment, before finding your eyes again.

“great.”

“great.” 

he kept playing with your fingers, simply gazing at you. you realized that it wasn’t that the whole world disappeared when he was looking at you. the world was still there, but he made it better. 

steve placed one hand on your cheek, pulling you closer to him. he planted a soft, short kiss on your lips, before pulling away and planting another one on your nose.

“i’ll see you tonight.”

you said your goodbyes, and as you walked to the car, you were greeted by a tumult of screams and shouts as the kids cried out “i knew it! i knew it!”.

“yeah, yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes but not being able to erase the smile from your face. “now, seatbelts.”

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"I think... I'm in love with (Name)" || "Congrats on being the last one to find out" with eddie!

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lately, when eddie was bored, he found himself at the video store. keith was never there but robin and steve were so he'd go there and sit on the floor, chilling behind the counter while robin and steve did their work.

"i'm assuming y/n's busy?" steve called from one side of the store where he put up some of the returned films.

"yeah," eddie responded, a curious tilt to his voice in wonder of how he knew that, "why?"

robin snorted out a laugh. "dude, you are always with her and you only seek out your other friends when she has something else going on."

"she's my best friend, bob." if you were here, you'd giggle at the nickname, and eddie's heart would flutter from the sound. "we're going to spend a lot of time together."

"yeah, robin is my best friend too, but the only reason we spend every day together is because we work together," steve responded from across the way.

"and sometimes i call out so i don't have to hang out with him," robin jeered with a smirk thrown in steve's direction. the boy's jaw dropped dramatically before he muttered a small, "ouch."

"well, y/n and i are different. we actually like each other," eddie shared while fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

"don't we know it?" robin spoke in her true sarcastic tone and that combined with steve's laughter had eddie looking up at her from where he sat on the floor to her perched on the chair in front of the computer. there was an underlying hint to her words that eddie wanted to know.

"what do you mean by that?"

"why so defensive about it, munson?" steve inquired with a playfully quirked brow when he came back over to the counter.

"i didn't mean it in a bad way. it's actually cute how much you two like each other." eddie couldn't fight the warmth that swirled within him at robin's words. she thought you guys were cute.

"i do. i like her a lot. i think i- no," he paused, "i won't say that."

but robin was too intrigued now to let it slide. she had turned completely around in her chair and both she and steve had their full attention on eddie.

"no, no, no," she prefaced, "go on."

"i think... i'm in love with y/n," eddie spoke in awe as if this was news to him as much as it was to everyone else. or so he thought.

steve jokingly scoffed, then said, "congrats on being the last one to find out."

"you know?"

"it wasn't like you two tried to hide it," robin added.

"two? as in you think she likes me too?" eddie questioned hopefully. that would make things a lot easier if you felt the same way.

"think?" steve was dumbfounded. he thought it was clear as day that you both were very much into each other. there were several occasions where he thought you two finally gave in, only to find out you guys were still very much friends and very much dumb. "i pretty much know for a fact she does."

"well, damn it, harrington. why did you say anything sooner?" eddie rushed to stand and hopped over the counter quicker than robin or steve could comprehend.

"wait!" robin called, causing the metalhead to turn fast enough to get whiplash, "where are you going?"

eddie flashed them his signature smile. "to go get my girl."

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Sovereign - e.m.

*gif doesn’t match story,, just found it funny for this story lol* 

Sovereign - e.m. 

Request:  I would love to see like switch!reader with powers…maybe that went undiscovered or an AU type fic where another child escapes with El. and she uses those powers for *other* things on eddie. (ofc reader is older than El by a lot, so if you give her a number maybe she could be the last child brenner found. maybe 12, 13? forgive me i don’t recall how many there were in the series lol.) a twist on my own fic i’ve written hehe. totally understand if you guys don’t choose this one for any reason ofc! also sorry this is literally so long. @whore4hellfire​ 

Warnings: Smut 18+ | Minors DNI | descriptions of sexual content, no mention of safe sex (wrap it before you tap it besties), reader using powers on Eddie with consent 

Pairing: Fem!reader x Eddie 

Wordcount: 1.2k  | Part of: Stranger Things Sleepover Collab 

Notes: I hope you like this!! If everyone likes this, I could turn it into a mini series to dive more into their relationship/exploring her powers for pleasure, but for this fic I wanted to keep it simple! <3 Also I know I didn’t go too much into the switch part, but that's also why I’m open for a 2nd parter ! <3 

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El wasn’t the first child to escape from the Hawkins lab. There were whispers of a girl, a girl with powers so controlled Brenner had her locked up in the basement, in fear of another creation gone wrong. Brenner had taken her from the hands of her mother, right after she held her for the first time. It was told there was something special about her from the very beginning, always sending a spark when someone touched her.

She was marveled at, praised, glorified, until one fateful day. She had snapped, the memories of 001 telling her the truth about her mother began to weigh on her soul. The shift in treatment from Dr. Brenner when he realized she had reached her full potential only fueled the fire. 001 had been in her ear, whispering what she needed to do for months.

And she did it.  

Afterwards, she was deemed too dangerous, a failure, and untrustworthy. All she wanted was to escape. Escape the damp and dark room she was kept in. To escape the hands of Dr. Brenner and his white coated minions. To escape 001 and his manipulative relationship with her.

She was broken, she was hopeful. She was lucky.

She was 009.

And she escaped.

YEARS LATER

You were now in high school, struggling with mundane teen things, oh- and a portal to hell infecting the small town you lived in. You had befriended El who came from the same lab you did,  as well as the school freak, Eddie Munson.

He had seen you standing in the cafeteria on the first day of school, looking around for a place to sit. You looked like a lost lamb amid the sea of incessant high schoolers. When he saw you, his heart melted, instantly wanting to take you into his arms and kiss you.

Instead, he got up, introducing himself, and asking if you wanted to join his little club.

It was the best decision you ever made.

Eddie had shown you parts of yourself you weren’t aware were possible, including how to use your powers for pleasure.

You had always been demonized for them, so when he told you how inspired he was by them, and things he wanted you to do, you were in shock.

“You want me to… what?” You asked, nervously playing with the hem of Eddie’s shirt as you sat on top of him. The two of you were making out in his bed, and things were starting to get heavy.

“Choke me, but without your hands. Use your powers,” he said again, clear as day. You stared at him, making sure you heard him right. He stared back at you, a huge grin on his face.

“…with my powers,” you repeated, mulling it over. “That can be dangerous, you know… what if I can’t stop it?”

He took your hands in his, squeezing gently as the next words tumbled out of his mouth.

“I trust you.”

You nodded, leaning back down to kiss him. His hands moved from yours to your hips, as he helped you rock back and forth. You moved your hands up to his hair, tugging gently. He moaned deep in your mouth in response. This only turned you on even more.

You sat back up, teasingly tracing your hand along his neck, your nails tickling his sweaty skin. His hands stilled on your hips, waiting patiently. He nodded ever so slightly, letting you know he was ready.

Focusing hard on his neck, you imagined yourself squeezing it. Veins popped out on the side of his neck, showing your succession. You smirked as he stuttered, feeling immense pleasure from it.

Letting go of your focus, you moved from his lap to in between his legs. He whimpered at the loss of contact. After removing his jeans, and his boxers, you watched as his beautiful cock sprang free.

“Like what you see-”, but you cut him off, choking him with your mind. Eddie’s eyes rolled in the back of his head at the euphoric feeling running through his body.

“No talking,” you said, loving being in complete control.

Your mouth instantly found his pink tip, flicking it softly with your tongue. His hips buckled underneath, making you smirk. You loved to tease him, loved to play with him until he was begging for you to touch him.

Running your tongue up and down his shaft ever so slowly, Eddie began to get antsy, trying to move his hips closer to your lips. You let go of the control you had on his neck and moved it to his hips, pinning him down.

He groaned loudly out of frustration. You decided to give in, plunging his thick cock into your mouth. This feeling caught him off guard, enticing a heavenly sound to fall from his lips. You continued working him, your mind wandering at what other things you could do to Eddie now that you had him under your control.

“C-come, here-fuck,” he muttered, straining as he held himself back from unleashing himself in your mouth. You moved to straddle him again, keeping your hold on his hips.

Eddie loved when you rode him, watching as your body moved up and down at your will against him. Your tits bouncing with every move, the soft light from his lamp on his nightstand casting a heavenly glow against your chest.

It was his own little slice of heaven, and hearing his ungodly moans screaming out from under you made it just as great for you too.

You slid yourself down on him, unable to contain the moan that escaped your mouth, making him even harder inside of you – if that was even possible.

“You feel so good,” he choked out, moving his hands to your hips. You moved them back to the bed, positioning them above his head. He strained to move them against your control, smirking as he realized what you did.

“All you, baby,” he whispered, giving you the go-ahead to do what you needed and wanted to do to get to your release. You shifted your hips, moving slowly while feeling the pressure growing inside of you.

As you began to move faster, songs of praises filled the air as Eddie egged you on.

“Please… please let me feel you,” he begged, straining against the hold you had on his wrists.

“No,” you said, continuing at the pace you were going. You were close, you felt the warm tingling feeling bubbling up through your stomach.  

“I’m close,” you whispered, gripping your chest tightly as you quickened your pace against him, your clit tickled by the hairs around the base of his cock. Eddie twitched inside of you, and you knew he was close too. Nothing felt better than finishing at the same time as him. Switching your control from his hands to his neck, he let out a yell.

“Fuck, y/n!”

Together, you came, your juices mixing with his as you moved slowly, riding out your high, and releasing your control.

You laid your head down on his chest, listening to his heart beat fast behind the wall of his chest.

“That- that was amazing,” he said in between breaths. You nodded, too tired to speak. He reached his arms around you, rubbing your back gently.

Finally, he got to touch you.

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Omg bug we need a part two of “mean” Eddie and reader going on their little date 🤭 if you are up for writing it ofc 😌

pt. 2 of this fic

You didn’t show.

Maybe you just got lost. Eddie figures he shouldn’t have expected someone like you to know where The Hideout was. Or maybe you lost track of time. — but he’d told you the doors opened at seven o’clock sharp, and you’d repeated it back to him. He knows you did because you’d said it in that voice you use when you get all shy, as soft and as low as your meek gaze when you peered at him through your lashes.

But you weren’t just late. You weren’t fashionably late, either. You just never showed up.

Eddie wishes he didn’t care as much as he did.

He told himself he didn’t when you weren’t there at seven, but he looked for you in the meager crowd of twenty when eight o’clock rolled around anyway. 

He’d wanted to see you in the front row. He dreamt of putting on the best show The Hideout’s ever seen right before dedicating some cheesy love ballad to you. 

“This is for a really special someone in the crowd tonight,” he would’ve said into the microphone that smelled like beer. “You know who you are. Don’t let this go to your head, either, alright?” 

He even made the band practice Hysteria by Def Leppard so he could play it for you that night — so the lyrics could tell you everything he couldn’t — but you weren’t there to hear them. 

They ended up playing Love Bites instead.

He spends another two hours moonlighting as a rockstar.

Still in his ripped jeans and eyeliner, he slings a towel over his shoulder and ties an apron around his waist — a busboy all over again. He always forgets how sleazy The Hideout is until he’s got to clean it up. 

He mops sticky floors and wipes down grimy tables and tries to ignore the stinging in his chest every time he remembers that you were supposed to keep him company through it all.

A knock sounds at the front door at eleven o’clock. 

It’s Tuesday night — the place is empty now. Eddie’s been around long enough to know when drunks are out looking for a fix.

“We’re closed!” he shouts, more focused on scrapping off the syrupy ringed stain on the table than the relentless inebriate outside.

“C’mon, Eddie, it’s cold!” a familiar voice pleads, muffled through the door. “You’re not mad enough to let me freeze to death out here, are you?”

Eddie nearly breaks his neck with how quickly he turns to look over his shoulder. 

You stand behind the foggy glass, mostly blurry but still beautiful. The bouquet of purple and red tulips is nearly as pretty as the smile your pair them with. Your floral skirt swishes around your ankles as the wind blows. Eddie winches when he sees you shiver.

He rushes to the door, scrambling with the keyring clipped to his belt loop. His sweaty hands fumble with the chain. It takes him three tries to get it in the lock. 

“Shit. Sorry,” he stammers. “I didn’t think it was you.”

“I figured. It’s okay.” 

You walk through the door he holds open for you, the spring night breeze following close behind. Eddie shuts and locks the door again.

You spin on your heel to face him and hold the flowers out between you. “These are for you,” you tell him — soft and low and timid.

Eddie grins.

“These are very metal, sweetheart,” he teases. The plastic wrapping crinkles as he takes them by the stem.

“I felt bad for being so late,” you grimace. “Didn’t want to show up empty-handed.”

“What flower shop is even open this time of night?”

“Zippy’s,” you answer curtly, gaze ducking down to your shoes a moment later.

“You went to a gas station all the way across town to get me flowers?”

You nod.

“No wonder you were late,” he scoffs. 

He saunters past you, then spins so he’s walking backward and facing you. His wild hair sways around his face. He clutches the bouquet to his chest. “Here I thought you off seeing some other schmuck.”

You roll your eyes, knowing no other schmuck has ever given you the time of day like Eddie has.

“I was late because of work,” you correct. Before you know it, you’re rambling. “I wasn’t on schedule for closing, but my asshole manager wouldn’t let me clock out. And I couldn’t call you because I don’t have your number, and I couldn’t find The Hideout in the yellow pages because it’s so old and—”

“Hey. It’s okay,” Eddie assures, practically cooing. It’s the softest he’s ever been with you, and he looks at you just the same — chocolate eyes melting as they twinkle at you. You’re left grieving his gaze when he turns to set the flowers on the counter. 

“You’re here now. That’s all that matters.” 

Through burning cheeks, you tease. “I thought we agreed you weren’t gonna get soft on me.”

“Oh? You thought that meant I cared that you came?” he scoffs, obviously joking. 

He squints down at you when you appear at his side — turns and presses his hip into the counter, and props his elbow along the top of it. “I’m just happy I got you outta the house. You’re like a damn hermit, you never do anything fun.”

Your face scrunches in discontent. “I have fun!” you correct.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Eddie retorts, nudging your shoulder as he walks past you again — this time heading toward the kitchen. “Sit down. I’ll make you something to eat.”

You’re grateful when he walks to the back without looking over his shoulder at you, lest he become a witness to the beam on your lips that’s far too bright to hide.

Eddie Munson is totally soft on you. 

It’s a good thing, too. Because you’re all but melting for him now.

You sit at the bar with a sweaty beer in your hand. “It’s obviously cheap, but it goes down sweet enough,” Eddie warned when he’d handed it to you. You sip from it, leaning back in your chair with your feet thrown on the one beside you — totally unable to take your eyes off the boy.

You watch through the partition behind the counter as Eddie makes a haphazard effort of basketing leftover chicken tenders and fries. He sets them beneath an orange lamp to warm again.

“A rockstar, busboy, and chef, huh?” you lilt, hiding your smile behind the beer you bring to your lips. “What else can you do?”

“When there’s a pretty girl in front of me?” he retorts as he swipes the crumbs from his palms. He looks at you with a smug grin and shrugs. “Just about anything, I’d guess.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Flirt with me. It’s gross. We don’t do that.”

Eddie laughs to himself, honey eyes squinting. “I’ve been flirting with you for about a year and a half now, sweetheart, but… Thanks for finally noticing.”

He carries the ruby red baskets in both hands when he comes out to sit next to you. You slide your legs off the stool for him — an invitation to be close to you without either of you having to ask.

“Am I gonna get food poisoning from this?” you joke, holding the greasy chicken strip between your fingers.

“The cook made them today,” he scoffs, already tossing a fry into his mouth. He talks as he chews. “Besides, we’d be getting sick together. What’s more romantic than that?”

God, you even think he’s cute when he talks with his mouth full. You’re so far gone for him, it’s not even funny.

Eddie smiles when you take a bite. Your eyes flutter shut on their own accord, your empty stomach thanking you. 

“Good, huh?”

“Amazing,” you correct.

“Gross bars make the best food, I swear.”

You laugh softly together. Def Leppard croons from the speakers overhead. You wonder if Eddie knew this was your favorite band or if your favorite song is only playing by chance. You’re warmed either way.

“How was, uh… How was the show?” you ask him, as curious as you are desperate to fill the silence.

Eddie wipes his palms on his jeans and nods. “It was okay. Same as usual — the crowd was drunk enough to enjoy anything we did.”

“I’m sure it was great,” you retort at his self-deprecating tone, picking shyly at the fries rather than meeting his gaze. “I’m sorry I missed it.”

He figures he doesn’t need to tell you about his bleeding heart that was close to breaking a couple of hours ago. You put a bandage over it the second you showed up at The Hideout — with flowers, no less. He’s just glad that you came at all. He meant it when he said that none of the rest matters.

“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie shrugs through the food in his cheek. “There’s always next time.”

You grin and knock the leg of his chair with your foot. “Already asking me out on a second date, huh?”

“If that’s what you wanna call it,” he jokes through glowing cheeks. He tilts his head towards his shoulder. “But I’m not paying for your ticket next time, princess.”

Your smile widens. You prop your cheek on your knuckles, unabashedly gazing over at him. “That’s okay. I’ll be in the front row either way.”

“Promise?” Eddie’s lilt edges on teasing and sincerity. He momentarily abandons his own food as he mirrors your positioning, not realizing he’s leaning closer to you until he’s already doing it.

“Promise,” you nod with a smile so bright he thinks it could rival the sun.

He continues to shorten the distance between you — coming closer closer closer. You watch him, amused, and with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

You want him to kiss you. No, fuck that, you need him to kiss you. But more than anything, you need him to do it first — a cheeky little something to over his head when you’re kissing him later.

And you don’t mean to laugh, but the thought makes a giggle spill from your lips before you can stop it.

The bubbly sound knocks Eddie from his stupor. 

The tip of his nose just barely brushes your own. His glazed-over eyes fly open. He remains still, his breath fanning over your cupid’s bow, as he blinks owlishly at you. The pretty pink mouth he was about to kiss you with falls softly agape. 

His head jerks backward a second later, almost in disgust. 

“Shit. Sorry,” he curses. His body shifts away from yours completely as he turns his attention to his half-eaten basket of fries. “That was— That wasn’t cool of me.”

Still smiling, you reach a hand out for his leather-clad forearm. You caress him soothingly there in reassurance. “No. It’s okay—”

“No, that was really fucking weird,” he says, forcing out a laugh.

“Right?” you scoff. “Why would Eddie Munson, the chef-busboy-rockstar, wanna kiss a girl like me?”

He exhales sharply through his nose, tilting his wild head to his shoulder to look at you. 

He finds you with a gleam in your eye, one that’s not usually there because, most times, he’s too busy making fun of you.  A smile hints at the corners of your mouth, barely there and beautiful. It’s a bit smug — twinkling with the satisfaction of finally having the upper hand.

Eddie figures it might pay off to be soft with you sometimes. He never wants you to stop looking at him like this.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he confesses quietly.

Your smile widens. “I know.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats again, eyes flitting away from yours.

“Don’t be,” you promise. Your nose scrunches softly. “…Wanna give it another go?”

His gaze snaps back up to yours. He has to fight the urge to tease you, lest he ruin the moment he’s been thinking about for months. He’ll be damned if he lets the opportunity slip away from him now.

“Sure you’re not gonna laugh at me this time?” he lilts, looking at you from halfway beneath his lashes.

“I’m not gonna laugh at you,” you promise, though a grin’s already threatening to pull at your mouth.

“Promise?”

“Well, I can show you better than I can tell you.”

You let Eddie lean in first. He exhales a heavy breath from his nose that fans against your skin when your lips collide. The rosy plush of them lock with yours like they were made to do it. His palms rise to your jaw, keeping you tucked neatly against him when the moment threatens to pull you away. 

Your hands migrate to the lapel of his leather jacket. You tug him further to you — a promise that you’re not going anywhere.

You don’t laugh into his kiss this time.

You smile.

[biboomerangboi]

I think on Friday nights Steve and Robin have sleepovers where they watch scary movies and talk shit and make impulsive decisions like 2am haircuts. Making it very clear it’s sacred Stobin bonding time and no one can take away from it. Meanwhile Eddie and Nancy ​realised they were in the same boat of being ditched so they started going out on the town to get drunk together and commit misdemeanours.

[collecting-stories]

🏕 "Accidently ending a phone call with your roommate with a casual ‘I love you’ seems like a very good reason to move out." roommate au with any stranger things guy please!

I did this with Steve, mostly cause you said he's your comfort character.

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I Love You - Steve Harrington

Summary: You accidentally confess your feelings to your best friend over the phone.

A/N: I couldn't decide how to end this so it kinda just ends.

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“What do you think are the chances that I could like...move out of our apartment?” You asked Robin, leaning against the counter of the Radio Shack. It wasn’t exactly the most glamourous job in the world but it afforded a third of the rent on the apartment that Robin had found for you, her, and Steve.  

When she’d first suggested the three of you living off campus together, you’d been reluctant. Keeping your feelings for Steve under wraps was a lot easier said than done, especially when you were literally living under the same roof as him. But Robin was persistent (and she put down the deposit for the first month before either of you could even process the idea long enough to back out of it) so it was no surprise to you when you found yourself trapped in an apartment contract, sleeping in a room right next to Steve’s.  

Not ideal was a severe understatement and you were waiting with baited breath to completely fuck everything up. Something you absolutely knew you were going to do because when didn’t you fuck things up? You’d been coasting through this masquerade of a friendship for two years now and there was no way you were going to hold out much longer. You knew that. And then it happened, just like you had anticipated but maybe worse than you’d imagined. 

“Why do you have to move out?” Robin asked, reaching for some of the fries she had brought you for dinner. You were supposed to be working but the moment she came in you’d flipped the sign on the door and locked it before announcing that you’re entire life was essentially over.  

“I told him I loved him.” You admitted, grimacing at the mere thought of your fuck up.  

It’d been a simple phone conversation, nothing exciting and definitely nothing to completely screw the future of your friendship with Steve over. He’d called the store cause he was going to the market and wanted to know if you had any special requests that hadn’t been written down. You asked for dunkaroos and then told you loved him. Mostly in that exact order. “Buy me dunkaroos. Thanks. See you later. I love you.” And then before he could answer (thank god before he could answer) you hung up. Hit the end call button and smashed the phone down onto the receiver and hyperventilated your way to the Radio Shack that Robin was working part time at.  

It was unfortunate, probably for both of you, that the only person you could talk about Steve with was Robin but you hadn’t really branched out.  

“How did that happen?”  

“I just was like, bye, and then said I love you!” You replied, pressing your hands against your forehead. “I literally am dying right now.” 

“I don’t think you’re dying.” Robin pointed out, not looking nearly as erratic over the entire ordeal as you were. “I mean, I’ve told Steve I love him plenty of times.”  

“You’re physically incapable of being attracted to him and I’ve never once heard you tell him you love him.” You replied, “I literally said ‘I love you’ on the phone, to him.”  

“So what? Just play it off.”  

Robin’s advice was less than helpful. You knew that technically you could just shrug the whole thing off (if he even mentioned it at all, as Robin was quick to point out) and say that you made a mistake. You told your parents you loved them when you signed off. You said it to your grandma when she called on holidays or weekends to chat. It was totally normal and while you didn’t normally say it to Steve it was just a slip of the tongue. Easily played off and never spoken of again.  

The second option that Robin presented, while still technically unhelpful, was a lot better than the first. The possibility that, just maybe, Steve hadn’t even heard you or if he had, that he wouldn’t bring it up at all because it didn’t really matter that much. You were friends, had been friends for a while, and you were living together. An ‘I love you’ here and there didn’t have to be romantic or talked about and definitely not agonised over. You could both go on living your lives as normal people who acted normal around each other.  

“He’s totally into you though,” Robin had mentioned, ever the informative friend when you were in a crises.  

You wanted to say “when pigs fly” or something along those lines but with all the crazy shit you’d experienced in Hawkins, pigs flying probably wouldn’t even make you bat an eye. The only thing left for you to do, since you’d dumped your problems on Robin and finished lunch, was actually return to the scene of the crime.  

The apartment was small and your roommates were unavoidable, which meant that hiding from Steve and your embarrassing love confession was virtually impossible. He was home when you got back anyway, stashing his ice cream in the back of the freezer behind a bag of peas because Robin had a tendency to steal it.  

“You know she knows you put the Rocky Road back there right?” You asked, skipping the ‘hello’ or ‘how are you’ or ‘is there any chance the phone cut out before I told you I love you’. “Honestly I don’t know how you can eat ice cream after working at Scoops.”  

“Me and ice cream have had our differences but, I mean, it’s Rocky Road…who turns their back on Rocky Road?” Steve asked, turning to look at you over his shoulder.  

“Right, my bad.” You looked away quickly, going to the fridge to grab a drink. You couldn’t hide from him but maybe you could hibernate in your room until Robin got home and then it wouldn’t be the two of you alone in the apartment. Or it would, but not alone in the same room. Alone in separate rooms, where you couldn’t say anything else embarrassing and he couldn’t mention that you told him you loved him. “I’ll be in my room. I uh, homework.” You grabbed your backpack from its spot by the couch (because you always complained about doing homework by yourself in your room and insisted on sitting on the couch and bothering your roommates with medical terminology until one of them agreed to help you study).  

“Are you sure?” Steve looked genuinely surprised because he’s known you for more than five minutes, “what if you need someone to quiz you?” 

“I’ll be fine.” You lied.  

The whole charade, thanks to Steve’s rare intuitiveness, lasted no more than thirty agonising minutes. You suspected, for the most part, that he was humouring you. Letting you sit there and stare at your textbook and act like you were capable of not distracting yourself when both of you knew that it was impossible. And eventually, when he decided enough time had passed, he knocked on the door.  

It was clear then that he was humouring you in more ways then one. Waiting to see if you would crack or if he would have to say something first. Naturally, it was the latter. “Hey, how’s it going?” Steve leaned against the doorframe of your open bedroom door. You’d left it unlocked and not fully closed, a sort of ‘I’m willing to talk but only if you start the conversation’.  

“Fine,” you replied, trying not to look over at him. The last thing you needed was to look over at Steve and lose all your nerve.  

He shrugged though you couldn’t actually see it, “Okay,” he said it like he didn’t believe you but he pushed off the doorframe and tapped the wall gently, “well tell me if you need a study partner.” 

“I will.” you nodded; eyes still diverted. 

He tapped the wall one more time, “alright,” he started to back out of the room before he stopped, calling your name, “one more thing.” 

Finally, you looked up, “what?”  

“I love you too.”  

[lingi-15]

I know there is no macbook in the 80’s but I think it will be cute if they watch movie on the bed together so😭💦💙

[mingmingbats]

Go Tigers!

They had to have had a few classes together senior year. And if Robin was sneaking glances then Eddie sure as heck would’ve been too. For y’know. Scientific research: studying loner jocks in their natural habitat of second period English.

[lesbians4yoohyeon]

imagine one night when el & max are having a sleepover, max looks at the clock and says "it's 11:11!!" and el is like "yes? i am here" visibly confused with the little confused look she does and they sit there for a second just staring at each other until max giggles and explains what 11:11 is to el. then one day all the party is together hanging out in the wheelers basement, el gets up off the couch, excitedly exclaims out of nowhere "it is me me time!! you need to make a wish everyone!!!" and everyone is just like ???? until mike is like "what are you talking about?!" with his hands thrown up in the air and max facepalming. then el is like "it is time to make a wish. 11:11? do you know it?" and everyone ahhhs in realization while max just sits there facepalming, her face as red as a tomato before she gently pulls el's arm to have her sit back down next to her. then el is sitting there confused looking around, then whispering to whispering to max "did i say something wrong?" and max whispers back "no, no. everyone is just... boring. that's all." and el ahhs in acknowledgement, going back to sitting shoulder to shoulder with max as if nothing happened.

(after that, wherever el is, she always checks if it's 11:11. when it is, each time she says "it is me me time!! make a wish everyone!!")

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Stranger Things Inktober Dump

Our favourite platonic duo! Where they started, where they are now.

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will learned how to put syrup on his eggs from mike at their first sleepover

little six year old will wandered downstairs with mike and sat down at the table with him, mike's mom had said she was making pancakes, hash browns, eggs and bacon. will had never seen so much food for breakfast in his life.

after mrs. wheeler set down the food and told the boys to help themselves, will and mike started to scoop some food onto their plates. will was chewing on some eggs he grabbed, along with some bacon, when he looked over at mike and did a double take.

mike had the syrup bottle in his hands, which initially made sense considering will noticed he had grabbed pancakes, but he was not pouring it only on his pancakes...he was pouring it on his eggs...

"you're putting syrup on your eggs?" will asked him completely shocked, not believing the two flavors of sweet and savory would work at all

mike looked up at him mildly surprised before he grinned "yeah! it's really good! you should try it"

will looked apprehensive at the suggestion "i don't know..." but mike stopped him

"trust me will, it's really good! and you're my friend so i would never lie to you because friends don't lie"

will contemplated looking down at his plate and back at mike because mike was right, friends don't lie. he finally nodded his head a little and said "okay, i guess i'll try it"

mike grinned wide as he passed the syrup bottle over to will "you're gonna love it, i'm 100% sure"

will took the bottle and popped the cap. he tipped it and nervously poured the syrup over his eggs. he trusted mike, but a small part of him was worried he was gonna end up having to throw his breakfast away and apologize to mrs. wheeler for wasting food. he picked up his fork, scooped up some eggs and hesitantly brought them to his mouth before he took a breath then took a bite. he chewed apprehensively, worried he might smart gagging or something, before he realized they taste...wasn't bad? actually...it was really good! mike was right

"so? i was right, wasn't i? it's good?"

will snapped his head up to look over at mike, who was looking back at him expectantly with a slight grin on his face. will smiled at him "yeah, it's really good"

mike clapped his hands "see! i told you! syrup on eggs is the best breakfast food" he said excitedly. will giggled at his antics

just then mike's mom entered the room "boys, how's the food? everything good?" she asked. she was observing what they had ate before she noticed mike's plate and sighed "michael...i've told a dozen times to stop putting the syrup on your eggs"

mike looked at him mom and groaned "but mooom! it's really good! even will agrees!"

quick to support his friend, will nodded his head and as he finished chewing said "it's true mrs. wheeler. it is really good"

mrs. wheeler finally turned to look at will and his plate and noticed the same odd combination of food "oh don't tell me michael convinced you to do it too. oh my goodness..." she started mumbling to herself, shaking her head as she walked away

mike and will looked at each other once she left and immediately burst into a fit of giggles. for whatever reason, they don't know, but regardless they continued to enjoy their breakfast of syrup covered eggs, pancakes, and bacon

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Another Bad Day

Based on a prompt given by @mysticcrownshipper. I'm sorry it took so long but I hope you like it! Please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

Steve was content. He didn’t want to jinx himself but he was pretty happy. He had his friends, he was dating Eddie, and his brother was back in his life with his super cool boyfriend too. What wasn’t he to like about that?

It was just another evening at the Harrington house and he was relaxing on one end of the couch while Phil and Dio were at the other end. They were cuddling and playing footsie together like Steve would've been with Eddie had he invited him over. But subjecting Eddie to the mustachioed protectiveness of his older brother sounded less like a relaxing movie night and more like inviting a lamb into a lion’s den. Guaranteed homicide.  

He didn’t know how Dio convinced him and Phil to watch Halloween again but they were both terrified at the events happening on-screen, jumping at every scary moment. Steve was not a fan of scary movies, especially having lived through a horror series himself. As such, he was gripping a pillow tight and squeezing his eyes shut through every jumpscare. No way was he getting another heart attack, no thank you. 

At a particularly scary scene that he could sense even with his eyes squeezed tight, Steve jumped and let out a scream of shock. To his further surprise and horror, he heard a gasp come from the hallway behind him. This only prompted him to scream more and plunge his head underneath his blanket as if that would protect him from whatever dangerous home invader was creeping behind him. 

“Son of a biscuit,” he heard Phil curse as he stumbled to turn on the lights. With a few more grunts and bumps, the lights flickered on and Steve slowly poked his head out of the safety of the blanket. 

When the lights came on however, he saw something much more frightening than any home invader or murderer. Instead, he saw their parents. Martha Harrington was literally clutching her pearls as she stood glaring at them all in distaste and Richard Harrington was fuming behind her where he held their luggage. Poor Dio paused the movie and stood in the center of the living room looking the most out of place as he’d ever been. 

“Steven, I see you continue to disappoint us. Not only are you lounging around like a child but you’re also keeping distasteful company.” Martha scowled at him with her eyes narrowed in disgust. 

He shrunk at her words and looked away. His parents always knew how to bring him down and ruin his night. It was disappointing but oddly comforting in its continuity. 

“See your guests out and make sure they don’t come back. You’re enough of a disappointment as it is, we don’t need them further tarnishing your reputation. And ours,” His dad sneered at him. 

“You fucking dick! You don’t get to talk to him like that. You and mom haven’t been home in ten goddamn months and you think you have the right to tell Steve who he can and can’t hang out with? Fuck you.” Phil hissed at them both, his face red with fury and his mustache twitching with barely contained rage. 

Richard’s face reddened to match and he shoved an accusing finger right in Phil’s face. “You shouldn’t even be here! We washed our hands of you years ago and yet you still come around to harass us. How pathetic are you?”

Phil flinched back but quickly regained his composure. “Oh, you think I’m pathetic? You’re the one that kicked me out for ‘being a bad influence on Steve’ when I joined the police force. Now you’re screwing your secretary and dragging mom all around the country for supposed business trips. Who’s really the pathetic one, Dick?”

Richard raised his hand to swing at Phil but his wrist was grabbed by a silently fuming Dio. “Don’t touch him or I will sever every one of your fingers and feed them to you. Back away.”

“Who the hell even are you? What are you doing in my house?” Steve’s dad turned his anger to Dio instead but he was only met with an unimpressed look in response. 

“Trying to watch a fucking movie, Dick.”

Steve’s mom spoke up then and moved a hand to Richard’s shoulder to hold him back. “Phil, you are no longer my son or a part of this family. That means that you can’t come into our house and you can’t associate with Steven.”

“Fuck you, Martha! You want to accuse us of being disappointments and bad sons and whatever the fuck else you say but it’s really you two that are the disappointments. You’re bad fucking parents and I hope you rot in hell.” With that, Phil grabs his jacket and storms outside. It’s all too reminiscent of the first time he left, years prior, when it was followed by a loatheful silence between the brothers. It left Steve feeling unmoored, frazzled in a way he couldn’t remember ever feeling. 

There’s silence in the living room for a moment where his parents, Dio, and Steve stand around looking at each other before Richard sighs and glares at him. 

“Look what you’ve done, Steven. Your mother and I are exhausted after our trip and we had to come home to this ludicracy. Ridiculous.”

“Yeah alright. Steve, come with me. You can stay with us for a while instead of staying here with these assholes. Go pack a bag and we’ll get going,” Dio told him, softly pushing at his shoulder.

“Excuse me-” His mother tried to protest.

“You’re excused. Go ahead, Steve.” 

~*~*~*~

Steve spends the night at Phil’s and Dio’s, sleeping in the guest room and ignoring the woeful glances Phil sent to him. He had no interest in rehashing anything with his brother and a strong urge to ignore everything that had happened in order to move on. 

When an acceptable hour in the morning came, Steve got himself dressed and left the house. He was off of work that day but his plans of sleeping in were thwarted. He couldn’t believe that his parents had come home after so long without any notice or that they’d obliterated Phil right in front of him again like the first time hadn’t been enough. Most of all though, he was surprised that Phil and Dio had stuck up for him. No one had ever defended him from his parents before and Steve really didn’t know how to handle that. 

He continued about his day as if his parents’ return hadn’t shaken him to his core. He returned a few tapes to Family Video, hit the grocery store to pick up some snacks, and went to Melvald’s to get his migraine prescription. Steve ignored how every loud noise made him flinch and how every person in his peripheral vision appeared to be his dad seeking him out for revenge. 

Eventually, he decided to stop pretending to be a functioning member of society and to seek out the comfort of his friends instead. He went from the Melvald’s parking lot directly to the Wheeler’s basement where nearly everyone was already congregated. 

“Oh-ho-ho Steve, nice of you to join us. We’ve been calling your house all day, dude. Where have you been?” Eddie asked him haughtily as soon as he came in. 

“I was running some errands. Here’s some snacks for you guys,” Steve said, dumping all of the chips and candy out on the coffee table. He plopped himself to the floor at the foot of one of the arm chairs and watched his friends attack the offerings like a kettle of vultures. 

“Thank god you’re rich, Steve. We were starving,” Lucas told him and patted his knee. 

“You mean thank god for his rich parents. They probably gave him an allowance and he wasted it on food. Loser move, Steve,” Mike sneered at him. 

"Hey, Steve isn't a loser! He just doesn't apply himself," Dustin weakly defended.

Steve just looked at them all as they laughed at him trying to do a nice thing. Nothing he ever did was enough for anyone. He would always be a disappointment to his parents, a burden for his brother, and a loser to the group of friends that meant everything to him. What was the point in even trying anymore?

He didn’t realize it but sometime during his thought process, his breaths had become labored. His chest was tight and his face was turning red from lack of air. 

“Steve? Steve, are you having a panic attack? Everything is okay, you just have to breathe,” Eddie spoke to him gently before turning to the kids. “Look what you guys did! You should know not to talk about his parents, dipshits! Call Officer Callahan or Hopper, shit, call Robin. Just do something other than gawking at him!”

Steve couldn’t breathe. The panic was clawing at his throat and it felt like he was back in the lake being dragged into Hell by the demon tentacles. Then not only was he obsessing over his parents in town and what the Party thought of him but he was also agonizing over the phantom pain in his sides and the suffocating pain around his neck. 

“Steve, stop clawing at your neck, that’ll make it worse. Calm down, wherever your mind went, you’re not there. You’re with me, Eddie, in the Wheeler’s basement. Don’t you smell the stank of dirty socks and Mike? Come back to me.”

“That’s uncalled for-”

“Wheeler, shut the hell up before I make you. Stevie, you’re okay.”

Steve doesn’t know how long he was in his state of panic stuck in his head but he started coming out of it when he heard his brother’s frazzled voice. 

“Steve?! Steve, where are you? Where is he, where’s my brother?” He could literally hear the emotions in his voice and picked his head up a little bit to look for him. 

“Steve! Hey, it-it’s Phil. I don’t know why you’re panicking but if any of these bitchasses did anything, I will arrest them and give them a juvenile record. Just say the word, little bro. You’re okay,” he comforted in the only way he knew how (threatening children). 

With enough of his… unconventional words of comfort, Steve was able to pull himself from the throes of panic and slump ungracefully into his arms. Everyone present fell back on their haunches and let out a sigh of relief. Eddie pulled one of Steve’s hands onto his own lap whether to offer his own comfort or be comforted from the no-doubt horrific sight of Steve choking on air. 

They’d have to talk about what triggered him to have a panic attack eventually, probably after Phil lectured them and Robin got off of work to rip them a new one once she heard what happened. But they would discuss it and how ungrateful the kids had been to have snacks delivered at their feet precisely when they wanted them. But for now, Steve would hold hands with Eddie and lay his head against his brother’s chest in the longest, yet least awkward, hug they’d ever had.

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“There isn’t really anyone else. You’re it for me.” with eddie and an insecure reader

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warnings: not proofread, insecurity, jumping to conclusions

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you were one to sit back and watch. you always had been the observer and you learned a great deal through the task. you noticed surface-level things like how jason wore one of chrissy's green scrunchies on his left wrist every day at school and that mrs. o'donnell definitely has the hots for mr. jameson but will never say anything. you also noticed other little things like how even though they were broken up, lucas and max still looked for each other in any room they entered and that max herself was still dealing with something massive, the death of her brother you assumed.

sometimes, you hated that you picked up on a lot of things that others didn't. when you sat next to eddie at lunch, you often caught other girls' eyes on him. none of the girls you saw ogling at him would openly admit to liking him because they were too scared of messing with their social status. eddie was the freak and he was proud of it, but others didn't want to taint their 'ideal' high school experience with the likes of him. still, their unshameful stares didn't make you feel great.

there was one girl that eddie was currently partners with in his english class that used that outlet as a way to be close to him without messing with her socially. when you talked to him at your locker, she placed her hand on his shoulder and grabbed his attention for a question regarding their project. she got eddie to go to her house sometimes to work on their stuff instead of staying in the library after school like everyone else. it was just little thing after little thing and you tried not to let it bother you until you overheard her telling a friend that she had a crush on a guy in her english class. her friend told her to go after him and she responded with, "oh, i plan to."

you were crushed after hearing that. she was everything you weren't. she was gorgeous, bubbly, outgoing, confident, and likeable. you kept to yourself and talked only when you were comfortable and knew you would be heard. eddie was the more outgoing out of you two. to you, he was more likeable if people gave him the light of day. in your eyes, he was way more compatible with her than he was with you.

that day, you were different. you let the insecure thought overrule the logic until it had done its damage. you were less talkative and more in your head. eddie picked up on that, but you told him you were just tired. he was pretty sure that wasn't the case since you were slightly clingier when you were tired, but he let you use that excuse and would ask later if things didn't look up. later, you went straight to your locker instead of waiting on him to join you, so when he came to see you, you breezed past him, his little admirer right behind him.

before she could get a word in, eddie spoke up as his eyes stayed on you. "hey, i'm gonna have to cancel on you today. something came up." then, he followed where you went, not seeing at all how the other girl's face dropped to a pout.

you were walking fast which normally meant you were upset or in a hurry, but based on the other signs, eddie believed something was wrong. he broke into a light jog just to catch up with you and called your name to get your attention. when he caught up to you, he slipped in front of you to see if you'd talk to him, but the tears swimming in your eyes told him all he needed to know.

his eyes surveyed the school parking lot to see if anyone was paying attention to you since he knew you hated for others to see you cry, but he was in the clear for now. his arm around your shoulders led you to the back of his van which was away from everybody else's view. to further your privacy, he opened the two back doors to block the side view and led you to sit down on the floor of the van, him squatting down in front of you. no one parked near him, so y'all were fairly in the clear of onlookers.

"sweetheart," eddie started as he looked up at your sad eyes, his hand resting on the inner side of your knee. your lip began to tremble at his sincere tone and the way he tried to hide you because he knew you and your aversion to publicly crying. "what's wrong?"

"i don't know," you offered meekly, but eddie knew there was a reason. you never cried for the hell of it.

"you don't know why you're upset?" he didn't ask it in a condescending or mean way. his tone showed that he only cared about you.

"why are you here?"

your question took eddie back a bit, but he never slowed on being there with you. "because i love and care about you. why else?"

"why aren't you with her?" you lifted your hand to wipe a stray tear, but eddie beat you to it. his hand that wasn't making steady circles on your knee cupped your cheek and slid that tear away. he thought you meant why did he cancel on working on his project with her so he answered that way. "because she can wait. you're upset right now."

"no, why aren't you with her? she's so much better for you than i am." only then did he realize what was going on.

"y/n," he started, his mind trying to formulate a way to tell you that there was only you and would only ever be you so that you would believe him, "you are the one that is the best for me. i don't want someone who is loud because i'm loud and i don't really like that. i like you and how you calm me down and make me a better version of myself. there really isn’t anyone else out there who could better complement me than you. you’re it for me, okay?"

you nodded your head and reached out to pull eddie into you, but he already was on his way to embrace you.

"i can't believe you thought i'd like her in the slightest. she is so annoying, you know? and don't even get me started on her breath." you giggled at eddie's words, his mission with them being complete but he had to keep going. "also, i thought i was stupid, but do you know how long it is taking us to work on this project? most everyone else is almost done working on theirs and we're almost halfway. she takes forever to do one part and for once, i'm the one waiting on her to get done and not the other way around."

"you aren't stupid, eddie."

"i'm stupid for ever letting you think that there was even a chance that i'm not yours," eddie whispered while resting his forehead against your own. "since i'm now suddenly free this afternoon, would you want to come over to my house?"

you smiled and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "i would love nothing more."

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Eddie wasn’t mean to you. Not exactly. 

He was just an idiot who didn’t know how else to flirt with you.

It’s sort of like that dumb stereotype parents use when their kids are little and their daughter comes crying about a boy pulling at her pigtails. The whole “he’s just hitting you because he likes you” bullshit. Eddie isn’t quite like that because he isn’t a total asshole. He just finds it easier to tease you than to tell you how he really feels.

“Ooh, is that a new shirt?” he lilts like it isn’t at all embarrassing that he knows when you’re wearing something different. “Def Leppard merch, huh? Just say you’re trying to impress me, sweetheart. It’d be a lot less obvious.”

You roll your eyes at him, less than fazed at his relentless taunting. 

He stands uninvited beside you as you stack books into your locker. Once your hands are free, you tug at the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head so you’re left in nothing but the plain turtle neck you’re wearing underneath.

“Not so obvious now, am I?” you quip as you shove the crumbled up tee into your locker.

And rather than tell you that he actually liked the shirt or that you looked pretty in it (which is why he’d opened his mouth at all), he buries himself deeper into this hole and keeps on teasing. 

“And you’re giving me a free show? Oh, c’mon, sweetheart. Just tell me you like me before you get any more embarrassing.”

It’s always some iteration of that. 

You take him by surprise at how pretty you are — how funny or how kind — and, as though in retaliation, Eddie knocks you off your feet. He makes a joke about all the things he likes about you and tries to convince himself that he doesn’t really like them at all.

One morning, he finds you standing in the bustling hallways of Hawkins High. Your locker is open but abandoned beside you because your nose is stuck in some too big novel. You’re undoubtedly trying to cram a few chapters before the bell rings. 

And, since he’s so perfect at it, Eddie Munson decides to ruin your plans.

He abandons the Hellfire group at the other end of the corridor and b-lines over to you. None of the boys mind. They’re used to it by now. Typically, when they look over and notice their president’s disappeared out of nowhere, they find him with you.

He digs a cold fingertip into the junction of your neck and shoulder to get your attention. It startles you, makes you tense while you swat him away with one hand. You’re still too concentrated to pay him any actual attention.

“Go away, Eddie,” you gripe with your back still facing him. “It’s too early for this.”

He wants to ask how you even know it’s him, but the answer is obvious. No one else in school, or even in all of Hawkins, is quite as relentless in this way as he is. 

“What it’s too early for, sweetheart, is to be reading a book like this,” Eddie quips as he reaches around you to snatch the book out of your hand.

You should’ve seen it coming from a mile away, but your reflexes come a moment too late. Before you can jerk the novel away from Eddie, he’s already stolen it.

The boy grins. “A little slow this morning, I see.”

“Bite me,” you monotone as you finally spin around to face him.

“Say please, and I’ll think about it,” he answers without thinking twice. He shuts the book but leaves his finger wedged between the pages you were reading. His chocolate eyes scan the vibrant cover. “What is this anyway?”

“Crime and Punishment.”

“Never seen you read it before…”

“I got it yesterday at the library.”

“You got it yesterday, and you’re already halfway through?”

You shrug. “It’s a good book.”

This is the other part of your relationship. Underneath the petty banter and the relentless teasing, there are moments like these — innocent conversations without all the extra bullshit. Neither of you would admit to it, of course, but it’s almost like you’re actually friends.

“It’s huge,” Eddie emphasizes while he waves the book up and down, as though testing its weight. “It’s practically breaking my wrist, sweetheart.”

“If you don’t read, just say that,” you squint playfully over at him. Your hand reaches for the book again, but he dodges you and hides the thing behind his back.

“You’re right. I should probably read more,” the boy confesses with a scrunched nose. “Why don’t we go to the library after school, and you can show me where they hide the good stuff?”

Your brows raise. “You want to go to the library?”

With me, is how you really want to finish that inquiry, but you force yourself to stop short.

Eddie shrugs. “I’d ask you to go somewhere more exciting, but I feel like the library is more your speed. Quiet, dull, boring.”

“Well, if I’m so boring, why do you want to go anywhere with me?” you counter.

For perhaps the first time ever, Eddie’s stumped. 

He doesn’t have a quick comeback or a joke to downplay the situation he’s all tangled up in. And, for a brief moment, he almost caves. He’s a second shy from telling you that he doesn’t know how else to ask you out. But when his senses finally return to him, he covers up any sincerity with more sarcasm.

“I don’t know,” he lilts with a tone that suggests he actually isn’t all that sure. He bounces his shoulders with his pink lips jutted softly out. “I just figured maybe if someone actually showed you how to have fun, you might learn better. I’ll even let you jot down a few notes in your pretty pink notebook.”

You take a daring step closer to him. 

You’re still several inches away, but the sudden shortening of proximity makes Eddie’s breath hitch. The loss of having the upper hand is foreign to him. You come a centimeter closer than usual, and he’s crumbling like a piece of paper. It’s so not metal of him.

“Say it,” you squint up at him.

“…Say what?” he wonders with furrowed brows, genuinely confused.

“That you, Eddie Munson, want to take me on a date.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” the boy laughs to cover up his flushed cheeks. “I never said anything about a date, sweetheart. Maybe that’s what you heard — because, you know, you’re obsessedwith me — but… I never said that.”

“Right,” you hum in response, obviously not believing him. 

“I don’t know what you want from me, sweetheart.”

“I want you—” you demand, pushing a finger at the center of his chest. “—to say something real… Then maybe I’ll consider going out with you.”

Eddie blinks down at you for a moment, considering the offer. 

It would be easy for him to call your bluff, to push you like he always does until you inevitably cave. But maybe you’re not joking. Maybe another round of stupid teasing would squash the opportunity. Or perhaps, he could finally be forthright with you and have to suffer your subsequent laughter.

He decides, ultimately, to be honest. 

He takes his own step closer to you, further closing the already minute distance. When he leans his free hand on the lockers at his side, it feels much more like he’s looming over you.

“Corroded Coffin’s playing a show at the Hideout tomorrow,” he tells you lowly. “I have to close and everything because, you know, I work there — but that means I get all the beer and leftover greasy food that I want. If you wanna come and stay after, I’ll think about sharing with you.”

You try your best not to grin. But when his rosy lips contort into a shy smile and he tilts his ear down toward his shoulder, you’re beaming sunshine up at him.

“See? Was that so hard?” you tease.

“What do ya say, sweetheart?” Eddie presses, a lot more obvious with his want for you than he’s ever been before.

“It’s a date,” you assure, trying your best to conceal your smile. 

You catch Eddie’s spare hand hanging at his side, your book finally free for the taking. He’s too distracted, caring less and less about the stupid thing, because he can’t take his eyes off you. It makes it exponentially easier to snatch it back from him.

“Ooh. You’re slow today,” you joke with a pretty smile. 

You walk back from him as the shrill morning bell rings overhead. 

Eddie watches, still partially stunned, as you drag a textbook and a journal from your locker before slamming it shut again. You head to your first-period class and call to him over your shoulder.

“Don’t go getting soft on me, Eddie Munson.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he promises. 

He’s lying, though, and both of you know it.

Eddie’s been soft on you since the day you met.

[biboomerangboi]

Not enough people talk about how in Rebel Robin, Robins parents are ex-hippy stoners forcing themselves to settle down but in doing so have giving Robin like all theses ideals about the world and like have talked to her about gay people and bi people they’ve met and that helps her with her realisation.

Like don’t get me wrong she’s still afraid to come out to them cause they don’t seem to hang out with any of the queer people she’s heard about and her sexuality is still very new to her but like there’s a chance Robin would have come out to her parents in between season 3 and 4.

So just picture for me, Robin comes out post starcourt because she’s been through scarier shit. She sits her parents down and talks to them with the knowledge that someone knows and has accepted her before. Also knowing that if things do go bad she has Steve and can run away to him. But her parents don’t take it bad. They like don’t take it great either because she’s not super close to them. But they still took it in and we’re awkward about it but not in a homophobic way in a very we’re trying to be strict parents but accepting parents kinda way.

So now Robin isn’t allowed to have any girl sleepovers but Steve basically is allowed to move in and she’s allowed to go to his anytime she wants. Steve is invited to family dinner and for once he’s not grilled like he’s taking their daughters virtue and instead her parents just see him as an extension of Robin, and Robin loves it cause she doesn’t have to perform or like live up to expectations. Her home becomes a safe place even though the world gotten so much scarier now that she knows monsters are real. But she has some support and is accepted.

But after 4 she starts to catch feelings and her parents know, and suddenly theres the strict parents she’s been waiting for. They treat Nancy like they would any boy beforehand. Robin has a curfew. She’s grilled repeatedly. Her parents ask questions about Nancys family and grill Steve for more info. Steve has the joy of saying Robin is at his place that night and to play the friend who like answers the calls being like, “Yes Mr Buckley, Robin is for sure with me. No she can’t come to the phone she’s in the bathroom. Sure she’s safe. Definitely not with a girl rn. Yes I’ll see you at dinner tomorrow when I drive her over.”

Like I just think it’d be so cool if her parents know and like know her and Steve are completely platonic so they are fine brining him in, but they will grill Nancy like she’s being interviewed for a change. Because that’s their little girl at the end of the day and they only want what’s best for their little girl. Meanwhile Steve is like a part of the family, he’s Robins brother he’s at this table because he’s a part of the shovel talk.