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Stranger Things - Endless Summer AU Moodboard
Jonathan knows next to nothing about surfing, beach culture, or California but when his college roommate Argyle asked if he wanted to work at his family's surf shop. Well, Jonathan figured there were worse ways to spend his summer than on the beach with his best friend. Now he's spending his days smoking, selling boards, snapping photos, swapping tourist horror stories with the ice cream parlor employees next door, and trying not to have a summer romance with the cute reporter renting out Argyle's spare bedroom.
#Heâs gonna fail that last one#Everyone is 21 in this AU#Nancy is on an intern assignment covering the surfing competitions#sheâs not having a great time#but hey at least her roommate is cute!#Argyle has the house to himself and Jonathan and Nancy#Robin and Steve are back at it again with the scoops ahoy#surfer bros is now a surf shop like think ron jon#like Argyle is still filty rich#he and Jonathan are roommates at NYU#Lastly if I had to pick a time frame Iâd say the early 2000s because Laguna Beach left an impression on me as a child#I feel like this screams OP is a California girl#... Me trying to tell myself I'm not gonna write it#brought to you by me listening to Dear Maria Count Me In at work today#stranger things#st moodboard#stranger things AU#au moodboard#jonathan byers#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#robin buckley#Argyle#argyle stranger things#Jancy#platonic stobin#I am once again begging that the five of them get a name
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Steve was always being brushed off when he asked people to read things aloud for him,
In middle school his assigned partner for their âFrankensteinâ project gave him a scornful glare and ignored him when he had asked them to read the passages aloud.
In his sophomore year, heâd turned to ask Robin Buckley to read a old newspaper article about the âWild Westâ to him, because he couldnât make it out through the fonts and weird words. She had fixed him with a cold look but before she could respond, Tammy was tapping his shoulder offering her help.
Then, while studying with Nancy and Barb at lunch, Steve had asked for help reading study cards. His own study cards. The paper was too bright and the squiggles too squiggly. Both of them had looked at him, them each other, clearly trying to decide if it was a joke.
Barb had scoffed under Nancys pointed look and gone back to her own notes. And while Nancy hadnât read them out for him, she had handed him her own notes on some nice blue and yellow cards. It took him a while, but he could read them. Maybe she thought he hadnât wrote any.
After that, he went a long time without asking anyone to read him things. Turns out that once you graduate, reading isnât much of an issue. Heâd gotten by just fine by looking at his Archie comics and ignoring the swirling lines of articles surrounding them.
He didnât need to ask again until Scoops Ahoy. For a cheap, overly themed ice cream parlour there sure was a whole lot of memorising and reading to be done. He couldnât see the charts properly, couldnât really make out the dates on the tubs in the freezer. But every time he asked Robin for help, her frown would deepen and deepen until she just snapped. It hadnât been that mean, really. Just an annoyed yell followed by accusations of being lazy, her not understanding how he managed to graduate, one last comment of him being a âbumbling idiotâ.
After the Russians, she never said anything like that to him again. And she always did the inventory and lists for him.
It takes until summer, 1987, for anyone to read aloud to Steve. They were laying across Eddieâs new bed in comfortable silence.
Steve had his legs dangling off the edges as Eddie leant back against him, legs pointing up against the wall in a way he swore was actually comfortable. He had been reading a new book called âSpellfireâ and he couldnât seem to put it down.
âEddie?â
âHm?â
âWhatâs your book about?â
âThis? Well IâŚNot sure itâs really your thing, man.â
âMaybe.â He goes back to reading. âI could see if itâs my thing?â
Eddie twists his head sideways to look up at Steve with a slightly confused face. âYou wanna borrow it?â
âWas thinking you could read it.â He fiddled with the pocket of his jeans in a hopefully casual and not freaking out way. He didnât look at Eddie as he waited, but after a few moments he responded.
âSure. Thatâs fine, yeah. Want me to start over or go from here?â
âFrom there is good.â
And it was good, it was really really good. Steve hadnât been able to read a book since middle school, hadnât really tried again after that. But as he lay back and let Eddieâs voice wash over him he couldnât help feeling that heâd been missing out.
Sure, it actually wasnât really his thing, but the way Eddie read aloud painted such a clear picture that Steve enjoyed it anyway. The other would change his voice slightly for different characters and added emotions into his speaking. If it was a tense moment, heâd go slow and add gaps in just the right places. If it was fast paced heâd speed up and get more and more manic until the action cut off. He felt like he was reading along. Felt like he could see the pages in the book, but also the characters and the dungeon they were combining through.
So, for the first time Steve hadnât been brushed off. He had probably found the only person he knew who could turn reading a book into a performance. One he would happily be seated for every night.
From then on, new books turned up at the trailer every week, Steve not far behind.
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#robin buckley#stobin#dyslexia#dyslexic steve harrington#fic#mini fic#writing#hcs#my writing
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kinktober day two ⢠accidental stimulation
aka: melting
steve harrington x fem!reader
kinktober masterlist
cw: 18+, minors dni, dry humping, public sex (kind of), slight humiliation, p in v
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Scoops Ahoy! is the bane of your existence. Shilling ice cream for bratty kids and old classmates is a real pain in the ass. Especially on days like today, when you have to work with Steve instead of Robin. Steveâs annoying, always has been. You were once paired up with him for a biology project in high school and he didnât do a goddamn thing but took credit and youâve been holding onto that grudge for years. At the time, Steve treated you like the dog shit under his shoe but times have changed.
Youâd sprouted tits and actually learned how to take care of yourselfâ how to wear makeup and style your hair. Itâs landed you in a weird spot with Harrington. He hits on repeatedly, almost on the hour during hour six hour shifts. Maybe if heâd hadnât been such a dick to you in high school, youâd consider it because letâs face it; Steve Harrington is a babe. A stupid, arrogant babe. Itâs kind of fun, turning him down. Feels like youâve won something. Even though, you ponder what would happen if you gave into his incessant flirting.
However, today, you wanna sock him right in his beautiful face. Heâs been incredibly annoying, complaining how he hasnât felt the touch of a woman since Nancy and how the uniform really isnât helping his case. Youâd beg to differ. He unfortunately looks⌠attractive in it. But heâs fallen off the social ladder and thatâs why the girls reject him.
Itâs closing time, youâre bent over into the drop ins. Covering the big gallons of ice cream when Harrington tries to sneak behind you to close up the topping bar. His crotch grazes your ass and he freezes. Pathetically, makes a shocked noise and presses his hand against the small of your back.
âWhat are you doing?â you ask, voice echoing inside the drop-in freezer.
Steve doesnât move, keeps his crotch firmly pressed against your ass and even rolls his hips. You can feel his cock hardening behind his polyester shorts and your eyes widen. Why the fuck isnât he moving? And worse, how did he get hard just from barely grazing against you? Heâs really down bad.
You try to look back at him but then heâs grabbing your hips, rolls his again and you stare stunned down at the tub of U.S.S Butterscotch.
He jolts back, you can hear his body making contact with the counter behind him as he exclaims, âIt was an accident! I didnât mean toâŚâ
You pull your head out of the freezer and turn to him, a sly smile spreading across your lips, âDid that make you hard?â
âNo,â he lies but the proof is staring you in the face, those little blue shorts doing nothing to help him hide it.
You laugh, soft and shocked and fine, okayâ flattered.
âWow,â you exhale, âI didnât realize it was that dire.â
âShut up,â he shakes his head and tries to look nonchalant, but his cheeks are red, âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â
Another laugh, your eyes trained on his erection straining through his uniform and then he moves his hands to cover it. His eyes everywhere but on you. You hum, pout and tilt your head, âYouâre not as suave as you think.â
He swallows hard, âI need to, close the topping station⌠I uhââ
âYeah⌠and I need to finish covering the ice cream. Iâm gonna bend back over and do thatâŚâ you tell him, feeling bold because well, itâs been a long time for you to and you canât deny you enjoyed the feeling of him against you. âIf I feel something⌠Iâm just gonna keep doing what Iâm doing.â
You spin back around and get back to covering the tubs. Steveâs not as stupid as you thought, because when you duck back into the freezer, his crotch is pressed against your ass again. His large hands wrap around your hips, holding you steady.
Thank god you guys were behind tonight. The mall has to be empty, gates all closed and the whole food court is quiet. You wiggle back against him and Steve lets out a sound you hate to admit is pretty.
Keeping true to your word, you act as if nothing is happening as you cover all the tub while Steve grinds against you from behind. And you let him. Welcome it, actually. Feel pretty because of it. You even grind back against him, feeling your thighs heat up. This is dangerous yet it feels like maybe it was bound to happen. A part of you thinks that maybe if you give Steve this, heâll stop being so insufferable. Like he needs to have this kind of interaction with a woman in order to stop seeking it out so desperately. You want to give Steve what he wantsâ what heâs been begging for for months.
The pair of you keep grinding into each other for a while. Until you start to feel uncomfortable from the coldness of the freezer. So you pull yourself out of it. Move over to the register and bend over the counter. Steve follows you, presses himself up against your ass again and drags his hands down your back.
So you reach behind you, pull the skirt of your uniform up and then push your underwear down your thighs.
âFuck,â Steve exhales as he watches and you can hear him undoing his shorts and shoving them down. âIâve had dreams like this.â
Yeah, thatâs a big inflation to your ego. And you canât help but admit, âMe too.â
Steve groans lowly, brings his fingers to your cunt and rubs them up through your folds. He scissors your clit and then brings them back down, circling around your entrance. âIâm kind of big, I should probably get you ready,â he says and sinks two fingers into your pussy.
You gasp and moan, rolling your hips back on his fingers. Part of you wants to look back, see if heâs exaggerating but from what you could see in his shorts, you donât think he is. Steve thrusts his fingers in and out of you slowly, spreads them while theyâre deep inside and you have to bite your lip to keep quiet. Youâre sure youâre alone in this mall, aside from the security guards but they donât hang around the food court this time of night. Better be safe, though.
âYou dream about me?â you ask, voice shaky.
âAll the time,â Steve breathes out, pulling his fingers out but circles the tips of them along your hole. âDidnât know itâd be so easy like this.â
You giggle, pushing your ass back against him as you tell him, âMe either. Youâre a pain in my ass, but you are cute.â
âAm I?â he asks, leaning over you and kissing against your neck just as he slides his fingers back inside you.
A groan pours from you as you close your eyes, âShut up, Harrington, you know youâre hot.â
He licks your jaw, then nips at it gently before pressing his lips against your ear, âI know I am. I didnât know you thought so, too.â
God, you wish you could see his faceâ to remind you how much you really think so. You know heâs still wearing that dumb sailor hat he hates so much and you havenât had the guts to tell him he looks cute in it. He adds a third finger and the stretch of it has you crying out. Steve fucking tsks, tells you, âJust wait until I get my cock inside you.â
âDo it,â you plead, pushing your ass back against him desperately.
He nips at your jaw again, fingers leaving you abruptly as he grips his cock and guides his tip towards your hole. Once you feel it prodding, you inhale sharply. He slips the tip in, stretching you beautifullyâ almost has you in tears but he goes slow. Allows you to adjust to every inch as he mouths at your jaw and neck.
You feel like you're melting, hands gripping the counter as he sheathes himself inside you to the hilt. Heâs completely inside you, hands clinging onto your hips as your walls grip and pulse around his cock.
âOh, fuck,â you whine out, âYouâre so fucking big.â
He groans, right against your ear and mumbles, âI told youâŚâ
Everything is fuzzy. Scoops Ahoy! doesnât exist. Youâre in space with Steveâs impressive cock buried inside you, not in the mall where thereâs a potential to be seen. He thrusts forward hard and deep, making you yelp. He grabs your jaw, turns your face towards him and kisses you sloppily, silencing your involuntary noises. He tastes sweet, like the maraschino cherries he snacks on. You wonder if you taste like the ice cream sundae he made you for your break. You try to think about when he slid it to you and said he made it with love. Which is easy to forget as he rolls his hips, cock dragging against your sensitive walls.
âYouâre so tight,â he babbles out.
You reply with, âyouâre so bigâŚâ
âFeel good, yeah? Me stretching you out?â
âSo⌠fucking⌠good,â you give in, gasping into the sideways kiss as he delivers a hard and deep thrust.
Steveâs hands reach around, cupping your breasts over your uniform and you wish you werenât at workâ but somewhere where he could feel you up, completely exposed. This will have to do, though. He kisses your neck sloppily, repetitively across the expanse of it that his lips can reach. Small, quiet moans falling past your lips, hopefully muffled by the tinny speakers playing easy listening throughout the mall.
âOh, god, SteveâŚâ you whine, hips jutting into the counter from the force of his thrusts.
His hands knead against your chest as he presses his face against the crook of your neck and breathes, rugged and heavy. He picks up his pace a bit more and you know heâs close, so you shove your hand down between you and the counter. Get your fingers pressed to your clit and rub circles, mirroring the rhythm of Steveâs thrusts. The feeling of his breath against your neck is surprisingly pleasant. You focus hard on reaching your climax, luckily getting there before Steve. Unfortunately, you canât keep your volume under control as you moan. Feel too good to really care, even. Steve whines from the sound, pulling out of you quick and then you feel thick, hot ropes of cum landing on your exposed ass.
Then the pair of you stay still, awkwardlyâ just panting. You turn your head to look back at him as he uses his apron to clean the mess on your skin. It makes you laugh, which causes Steve to smile and laugh. Heâs got his shorts back up and he moves to pull your underwear up. Then you turn and look at him. He chews his bottom lip, staring back at you.
âI uh, forgot to ask you earlier but, could you give me a ride home tonight?â you ask, cheeks red in embarrassment.
âOh, yeah, for sure,â he nods, looking as awkward as you feel.
You grab onto the collar of his uniform and suggest, âMaybe we could hang out at your place for a bit, first?â
Steve grins, gorgeous white teeth on display and he puts his hands on your hips, leans down and says, âYeah, that could be fun.â before he plants a kiss on your lips.
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington x y/n smut#steve harrington x fem
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Steve Has Older Siblings AU: Robin Edition
In an ideal world, Steveâs family life is completely separate from everything important. But in an ideal world, monsters donât exist so, you know.
1. Technically the first of Steveâs siblings that Robin meets is Jason because he came into Scoops Ahoy to be an asshole. Robin liked to see King Steve knocked down a peg or two more than the next person but not by a forty year old (heâs 32) loser who has nothing better to do on a Tuesday afternoon. Robin sees him knock Steveâs hat off his head and then informs him that they had a zero tolerance harassment policy (they donât) and they can and are denying him service. âSo leave, now.â
2. The first time she is aware that sheâs meeting one of Steveâs siblings is after Starcourt burns down. They were drugged, tired, and Russians took Steveâs car keys so it felt like a good idea to just lay back on the hood of the Beemer and watch the smoke swirl in the air until they come up with what to do.
They never think of anything, and she is startled awake the next morning hungover and dehydrated by someone laying on their horn. Robin looks at the car and then at Steve, and then asks, âIs that your dad?â
Steve - looking somehow worse than yesterday - just blinks in the direction of the car like, âRichie?â
âGet in the car,â Richie practically seethes, barely lets them get in before he starts asking questions like, what the fuck and are you high, right now?â
âI donât dooo drugs, Dad,â Steve spat out annoyed and Robin, in the backseat, felt compelled to adds, âDrugs do me.â
They both start giggling and canât stop even when Richie tries to lecture them.
3. Robin meets Jason again when he attacks her.
She doesnât remember much about the car ride back to Loch Nora or how Steve convinced Richie not to take them to the hospital, but she remembers flopping face first onto Steveâs cloud of a bed. She remembers him taking her shoes off for her and pulling the covers up.
Then she is rudely woken up by a hand yanking her out of bed and big arms wrapping around her head. Theyâre barely there before Steve is shoving them off her like, âFuck off, Jason.â
âCarver?â She asks but, no. Itâs the dick from the mall. She is ignored while Jason prattles on about how itâs not his fault that Steve looks so much like a girl that he confused him with one. Then heâs whistling about how Steve has a girl in his bed and how surprising that is to them considering they all thought he was a queer.
Robin stiffens beside him. New queer ally, Steve Harrington, not wanting her to be uncomfortable, blurts out, âWhat if I am?â
And the room goes quiet. Steveâs quiet. Jasonâs frozen. Richie, coming in through the door, wasnât moving. This family doesnât really paint a picture of unconditional love and acceptance so Robin throws her entire (unsuccessful) theater career into use and slugs Steve in the arm with a snort like, âYeah, right. With all the girls you flirt with? Ha!â
And everything comes back to life. The hospital conversation comes up and morphs into an argument immediately. Robin is just happy to fade into the background and observe.
4. Robin probably shouldâve met Claire that day too but the hospital was an apparent disaster. She actually meets Claire randomly at Family Video.
She sees a woman whoâs kinda cute come in and peruse the shelves. She comes to the counter where Robin is on register and Steve is stocking candy right next to her.
Sheâs carrying The Muppet Movie and makes small talk about watching it with her kids, and never looks twice in Steveâs directly. Sheâs not in the system and just laughs, âItâs probably under my maiden name, Harrington.â
Robin gives her a tight smile and finishes the transaction. Claire leaves with barely a âbyeâ to her brother and Robin decides right there that she hates them all.
#Robin makes Steve sit down and actually tell her what is up with his family. he begrudgingly does#robin: wow. screw them. Iâm your family now. no arguments#Steve feeling like he could cry: okay#Richie woke up to news that the mall burnt down and then couldnât get ahold of Steve#he called Jason and they set out on a search and then painfully ran into the fact that they donât know anything about Steveâs life#because Tommy and Carol told them that they werenât friends with Steve and then#ted wheeler said that he didnât think that Steve was dating kid daughter anymore#and also he no idea where his kids were#steve harrington#robin buckley#Steve has older siblings Au
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Part One Two Three four
Steveâs eating a bowl of cereal, squinting in the morning light. Heâs barefoot, wearing nothing but sleep shorts, and is considering going back to bed. He shouldnât though; he has to be on time today.
Since the mall burned down, Scoops Ahoy is, annoyingly, no more. Robin thinks she has something though, some guy at Family Video who probably has the hots for her or something. Doesnât matter though, Steve doesnât really care what this Keith guys motivation is as long as it results in gainful employment for the both of them.
He really should shower.
Steve can see the pool from here, so heâs in a prime position to watch as Eddie pulls himself out of the water and makes his way to the back door.
This is the second time Eddie has come into the house, if you donât count the emergency temporary over nighter in the bath tub. Well, itâs the second time Eddie has brought himself into the house, at least.
He waits patiently at the back door, like a cat waiting to be let in, and Steve opens the door for him, cereal bowl still balanced in the other hand.
He holds himself in that same way, flat of his tail curled up beneath him, giving him a little height, and he sits himself uncertainly in the middle of the kitchen floor, âhi Eddie.â
âStee. Buddidyâ
Steve gets him some celery from the bottom of the fridge and gives him the whole thing. They stand, and sit, together in comfortable silence, crunching their way through their respective breakfasts.
Steve watches as Eddie cautiously makes his way to the fridge once heâs done, looking to Steve with his his hand on the door, a question on his face, Steve nods, âyeah.â
Eddie opens the door, and Steve watches as he explores, carefully moving jars and condiments and stuff around, glass clinking quietly, before he opens the drawer at the bottom and pulls out a pear, carefully closing the drawer and door again after. He eats the whole thing, stalk, core, seeds, everything.
Steve washes up his dish, checking the time, âwant to watch some TV?â
Eddie cocks his head, but follows Steve into the lounge. He sits, looking around, feeling the carpet under his hands, running his nails carefully through the pile until the TV catches his attention.
He moves closer. And then closer again, making Steve laugh when he taps a nail on the curved glass of the screen.
âIâm going to go shower, you shouldn't sit so close, itâs bad for your eyes.â
Robin does her make up in the car on the way over to Family Video, âhowâs Eddie?â
âIâm fine, thanks for asking, it really means a lot to me, how much you care about my well being.â
She sighs through her nose and rolls her eyes, and Steve tuts at her.
âHe came in the house this morning, I left him watching TV.â
âHuh. I mean normally I would say itâll rot his brain but, something for him to do would be good, right?â
âYeah. And if Iâm getting a job, we should try and teach him to use the walkieâs at least. In case thereâs like an emergency or something.â
âA fruit and veg related emergency.â
âYeah, kind of. We really need to figure out what to do with him, he canât just sit in my pool forever.â
She hums in agreement.
Itâs just starting to rain when Steve gets home, the first break in the nearly two weeks of sunny weather theyâve been having.
Probably wonât be sharing a beer with Eddie tonight then. Well, Steve hasnât really been sharing, heâs been letting Eddie steal the last third of a bottle, which isnât really the same thing.
Eddieâs actually sitting on on the couch when Steve gets in, which surprises him momentarily. Thereâs an empty container on the cushion next to him, Steve figures he found the grapes.
âHey.â
Eddie turns to see him, smiling, clearly pleased to see him, which is a nice change of pace. Sure he knows Robin loves him, but sheâs never actually openly really happy to see him unless sheâs, like, drunk or high. And the kids. Steve knows they must at least kind of like him, but theyâre all just little shits. Having someone to come home to who is genuinely pleased to see him is a really nice change of pace.
âIt just started raining.â
âRaiiniing.â
âYeah,â Steve points at the window, âuhm, wet. Uhm. Sky wet.â
âEt.â
âYeah.â
Eddieâs eyes widen suddenly, scrabbling off the couch in clear panic, âEt! Et!â
âYeah Buddy, whatâs wrong-â
Eddieâs frantically slithering across the lounge carpet with what is a truly amazing turn of speed considering his anatomy, âet inied! Book! NO! NO!â
âOh, shit! Your book,â Steve hops over Eddieâs tail, making it to the door and then sprinting across the grass, grabbing the book and bringing it back.
Eddieâs sitting in the door way, hands clasped together, watching anxiously, âitâs not so bad, just a little damp.â Steve holds the book out to show him where drops of rain have speckled the pages, âitâs not bad.â
âNot bad. Good,â but heâs still frowning, clearly concerned where the paper is discolored by the water.
âWait,â Eddie does as heâs told as Steve runs upstairs for the hair dryer, plugging it in in the lounge and sitting on the floor, Eddie joining him with the book. âHere, feel,â he turns it on, pointing it Eddieâs way.
Eddie sticks his fingers towards it, and then pulls the back, startled. Then he does it again before watching Steve dry the pages of the book, âdry. Et inied.â
âThatâs right buddy.â
âStee Edidie budidy.â
âThatâs right. Yeah.â
Eddie sits next to Steve watching nervously as Steve gets the final pages dried off, and Steve hands the book back.
Eddie grins, âthanks Birdidie,â and then darts forward to press his lips to Steveâs cheek. It's just a press, not a real kiss.
âOh,â and then Steve chuckles when he realizes whatâs happened, the behavior that Eddie's seen and is now mimicking, âno. Uhm. Thank you Steve.â
Eddie cocks his head.
âWait, wait,â Steve takes the hair dryer with him, heading up the stairs again, and this time coming back with a handful of Polaroids, he shuffles them into a neat stack, sitting next to Eddie on the floor. âRight, this is Robin. Birdie.â
âThanks Birdidie.â
âYeah, thatâs right, thatâs Birdie, now,â Steve shuffles through, âMax,â he says pointing, âand El.â
âEl. Max.â
Itâs thirty minutes and two pears later, but Eddie seems to be able to identify everyone reliably from their photographs, âno, Dustin.â
âDust bin,â Eddie replies, confidently.
âYou know what, sure, dust bin. Letâs go with that. Kind of suits him, actually.â
Steveâs drinking his evening beer. The weather much better again today, but the evenings are drawing in, and the sun set has almost taken Steve by surprise with how early itâs painting the sky pink. Summerâs coming to a close. Which brings some urgency to the question; what are they going to do with Eddie? The pool isnât heated, and it usually gets drained and covered for the winter months. Itâll definitely freeze over at some point if they leave it open like this, and thereâs no way Eddie could survive that, could he?
Steve doesnât know. Thereâs just too much they donât know about Eddie.
Steveâs got his first shift at Family Video tomorrow, a closing shift with the manager, Keith. Apparently he wants to show Steve the ropes when it comes to shutting down the store; Steve figures just from that that heâs going to be stuck with more than his fair share of late shifts.
He wonders if Eddieâs going to miss his evening beer. He really should teach Eddie to use a walkie. Tomorrow, he decides, will be as good a time as any. Tomorrow morning, and then Steve can leave one with Eddie and take one to work with him.
At least he knows Eddie can get into the house if he really has to, if he gets hungry or whatever. He really could do with some sort of cover out here though. Some where to leave his book in case of the rain. Maybe put a couple of towels in there, some food in the cool box when Steveâs out, the walkie, that sort of stuff.
Eddie swims over, pushing his floating toy bucket along ahead of him in the water. There are things in it tonight, which is a first. Eddie puts his bucket on the side of the pool before pulling himself out to sit beside Steve.
He pulls something out of his bucket to show to Steve, âoh, itâs a pine cone. Hold on.â Steve puts his beer down to grab the encyclopedia, and Eddie duly swipes it. Steve flicks through the book wile Eddie sips the beer, âlook, this is a tree.â
âTee.â
âTree.â
âTrrreeee.â
âYeah, itâs a seed for a tree,â Steve shows Eddie the series of pictures, how the seed underground grows a little shoot that grows, eventually, into a tree.
Eddie fetches something else from his bucket, showing Steve, âtrree?â
âLeaf,â Steve points at the leaf in Eddieâs hand, then, âtree,â as he points to the tree line at the bottom edge of the yard.
Eddieâs frowning at the page in the book, but he does nod, so Steve doesnât push it any further.
âSteve do you know how early it is.â
âI know, but I donât care, do you still have that tent you were playing around with last summer?â
âCamping, Steve, I went camping with-what do you want it for, anyway?â
âItâs for Eddie.â
âOh, yeah,â Dustinâs tone changes to immediately helpful, âyeah, do you want to come and get it? Iâm pretty sure I still have it-MAAAAA! MAAAAAAA DO YOU KNOW-â
Steve pulls the receiver away from his head while Dustin's hollering at his poor mother.
âYeah, we know where it is, you coming now?â
Eddieâs holding a piece of plastic tubing, looking concerned, and watching Steve struggle with the worlds smallest two man tent, âitâs okay, I got this.â
Eddie tilts his head one way and then the other, like a curious bird, as Steve struggles. It takes a couple of failed attempts, not helped by the fact that Dustin couldnât find the instructions, but it doesnât take that long before the tent is ready. Steve sets it on the grass, the doorway edge butted up against the tiles that surround the pool edge. Steve fixes the guy ropes using metal tent pegs driven into the lawn. Itâs not hugely spacious inside, just big enough to accommodate two medium sized dudes when lying down, just as long as those two medium sized dudes are super comfortable with each other, then itâs fine.
Steve goes backward and forward, lining the bottom with a couple of sleeping mats he also borrowed from Dustin, and then putting in a couple of towels, Eddieâs book, and rescuing the Rubik's cube and slinkie from where they've lain, ignored, on the side of the pool, âthere, what do you think?â
Eddie moves closer, cautiously looking inside before looking back to Steve, âyeah, good. Go in, it's okay,â Steve nods and smiles and generally tries to be encouraging.
Eddie goes inside before turning to look out, sitting on his tail.
Steve sits in the doorway, âitâll keep your book dry.â
Eddie ponders that a moment, touching his book, before looking up. He carefully touches the inside of the tent roof, âet inied?â
âYeah buddy, thatâs right. Good.â
Part six
#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#steddie#ficlet#ao3 author#pre steddie#mermeddie#mermaid eddie#upside down creature eddie#Fish Guy Eddie
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(So, idk if anyone has ordered or seen the Scoops Ahoy costumes from Amazon or whatever, but the shorts for Robin are tight and short. But the shorts for Steve are like the ones seen in the show. Which leads me to this thoughtâŚ)
Steveâs first day at Scoops Ahoy is⌠alright?
Actually, itâs pretty miserable.
Scooping ice cream is way harder than it looks. And for some reason he canât get that perfect rounded shape. It just comes out in pieces that he has to mash into cups and balance on top of cones.
Plus, heâs pretty sure his coworker hates him.
Her name is Robin, and she scowls and dramatically points at her name tag when he asks for it. To make matters worse, they apparently went to high school together, but he doesnât have the vaguest memory of her. (To be fair, they did not run in the same social circles with her being in band and even theatre and with Steve being âKing Steve.â)
But for some reason, she loves to poke fun at him especially when he fails to get any girlâs number. Itâs like the Harrington charm radiates through his hair which is blocked by the stupid hat.
But what he really notices only an hour into their eight hour shift is the way sheâs tugging at her shorts. She digs her fingers under the elastic band around her thighs as if trying to stretch them out, and sheâs constantly trying to pull them down as they begin to ride up.
And really, Steve not trying to perv or anything, but sheâs make quite a bit of a fuss with the whole thing, cursing under her breath and obviously really uncomfortable.
So, when the store is fairly empty, Steve turns to her and asks, âDo you want to change shorts with me?â
For the first time, Robin laughs. Loudly. She even snorts at the idea. But her laughter quickly dies down when she realizes Steve isnât laughing. âWait, youâre serious?â
Steve shrugs. âYeah. You look uncomfortable. And hey, Iâve worn way worse to basketball practice, plus I had to wear speedos when I was on the swim team.â
Robinâs nose scrunches up. âGross.â
Steve puts his hands on his hips and huffs, âDo you want to switch or not?â
She takes a few seconds to stare at Steve, clearly suspicious of an ulterior motive. But then, she curses and starts tugging at elastic band again. âOkay! Fine. But weâre not getting change in the same room.â
Steve rolls his eyes as he heads to the back room. âI wasnât suggesting that.â
In the end, Steve is left to change in the damn freezer storage area while Robin gets the whole break room. But he doesnât want to make her uncomfortable, so he sucks it up and doesnât complain. (Although he really really wants to.)
He waits for her to knock on the door to signal sheâs ready, looking down at the shorts. Theyâre not horrible, but he can understand why Robin was uncomfortable - as theyâre already stretching over his ass and thighs while starting to ride up beyond mid thigh.
Even after she knocks, Steve asks, âReady for me to come out?â
He thinks he hears her laugh about that for some reason before she answers, âYeah!â
He steps into the room and glances down at her new shorts momentarily before nodding. âBetter?â
Robin smiles slightly and nods before heading back out to the main area.
Steve follows behind her. âHey, they gave me two pairs of these. I can give you the extra pair to wear and keep during our next shift together.â
Robin turns to him and narrows her eyes. âWhat are you asking for in return?â
âNothing,â Steve says, eyebrows furrowed. He hopes she understands that he really means it and wonât hold this over her head like an asshole.
She just stares at him for a few seconds before almost wondrously saying, âHuh.â
Luckily, she seems to relax for the first time since their shift started.
After this, the teasing from before has less of an edge to it, but it becomes relentless. Steve almost thinks that maybe this is the start of a wonderful friendship. But Robin would never want that from him.
He only changes his mind about this later when Eddie Munson walks into the store while Steve is cleaning the tables. He accidentally knocks over a napkin and bends over to pick it up, feeling his shorts ride up.
When he stands up, heâs met with a pink faced Munson who stares at him - or rather his ass - with wide eyes.
âSee something you want to sample?â Steve asks honestly a bit against his will because itâs part of the Scoops Ahoy greeting. (Only for some reason, heâs unable to get any other part of the greeting out.)
Eddieâs pink face turns red as his eyes snap up to Steveâs. His mouth opens and closes a few times before he quickly breathes out, âI need to leave.â
When the boy practically runs out the store, Steve naturally glances over his shoulder at Robin, trying to gauge if she just saw what he did.
Sheâs already laughing behind the counter saying between bouts of laughter, âSee something you want to sample?â
Steve huffs and feels a blush rise to his cheeks. âShut up,â he mumbles out, throwing the napkin away before returning behind the counter. âIâm never asking that again.â
But as Robin continues to laugh, Steve canât help but join in a little, wondering if maybe she would like to be friends and if Eddie will ever come back.
So, maybe his first day wasnât pretty miserable or just alright. Maybe it was perfect.
#platonic soulmates stobin#platonic stobin#steve harrington#robin buckley#scoops ahoy#brief steddie#<- never have I used that tag before#eddie munson
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Closing shifts at Scoops Ahoy are always boring, but Robin took off early to study and nobody is coming in for ice cream at 8pm on a school night in mid-winter. Steve's alone and has been for the last forty-five minutes, with no end in sight.
He's doing tricks with his scooper, counting how many times he can twist it through his fingers without dropping it (57 so far), when the most beautiful man Steve has ever seen, walks in. He's got long dark hair that falls in perfect curls around his shoulders; wide eyes the same deep brown of fresh, dark coffee; and the most perfect plump mouth.
Steve can't move, his head going fuzzy. His eyes catch on the man's chest--visible through the black mesh tank top he's wearing-- revealing tantalizing swirls of black ink and the glint of silver bars through each nipple. The guy also has on leather pants that cling to the line of his legs like a second skin.
Jesus. Steve just realized he's bi and the physical embodiment of his wet dreams walks into the store like it's nothing. He's going to die.
The man rushes to the counter, his eyes finally falling on Steve, and it's like his feet get caught on each other for a second before he struts forward. His face melts into this heart-stopping smile, bringing out the cutest set of dimples Steve has ever seen. This is it, Steve is done for, time of death, 8:06pm.
"Ahoy, sailor," the man says with a mischievous glint in those dark eyes.
He returns the smile and somewhere, somehow, finds the words to reply, "I think that's my line."
Steve leans towards the counter, but in doing so, drops the scooper hanging from his fingers. The metallic clatter is harsh against the tile, and blood rushes to his cheek. "Whoops," he mumbles. He ducks down to retrieve it, mentally kicking himself for his clumsiness.
The man's smile only grows, and now there's a faint flush across his pale cheeks. And fuck if Steve can't help but smile right back, to let their eye contact linger.
"What can I get you?" He asks. His voice is way too low for regular customer service, and if he flutters his eyelashes too--well, that's between him and the USS Butterscotch.
"I know this is ridiculous. It's late and it's starting to snow," the man says. He leans over the counter. "But I need a strawberry shake to go."
"Strawberry shake, good choice," Steve nods. "Coming right up."
They don't stop looking at each other or smiling as he blends up the drink, and when he hands the cup over, their fingers brush, linger, both their faces staining red.
"How much do I owe you?" he asks.
Steve shakes his head. "On the house."
"You really know how to charm a guy, sailor-boy."
"Maybe I'm hoping to see you again."
"Depends," the man says. His smile widening, his dimples getting somehow deeper.
"On?"
"How good this shake is." He winks.
Steve thinks he might burst into flame before the man can taste the drink, but then the guy glances at his watch and curses. "Sorry, sweetheart, I gotta run. Been a pleasure, sailor."
And with that, he runs from the store, strawberry shake clutched in his long-fingered grasp.
Steve collapses against the counter, burying his face in his hands. He's not ever gonna recover from that.
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Eddie's guitar is in his lap, his melted strawberry shake at his side. He can't get the guy from the ice cream shop out of his head.
Fuck, he had all that perfect hair under that silly little hat; his face dotted with cute little moles and freckles; eyes that flashed from honey to gold to green flecked hazel; and the poutiest, most perfect lips ever had Eddie seen. Not to mention how he looked bent over in those itty bitty shorts. Shit, if he isn't totally done for.
He can't stop smiling.
That is until a guitar pick hits him right in the forehead, dragging his attention back to his surroundings.
"Earth to Eddie," their manager, Chrissy, says. "You go on in ten minutes."
"Don't tell me you didn't get the stupid shake." Gareth shakes his head.
"No, I got it. Not to worry."
"Then what's up with you?" Jeff asks.
Eddie can't help the huge, stupid smile that illuminates his face.
"There was a guy," Eddie sighs.
Chrissy and his bandmates share a look. "Let me guess," Gareth says. "You walked in and he was like 'Oh, Mr. Munson. Let me get you ice cream, let me suck your dick. Oooh, you're so hot. Corroded Coffin is my favorite band.'"
"C'mon, no. I don't even think he knew who I was."
At one point, that would've bothered him. But now, after five years of hooking up with dudes who were only interested in famous Eddie Munson, he likes that the guy from the ice cream parlor seemed totally oblivious. That, when his eyes lit up with interest, it was for genuine attraction and not name recognition.
"Did you get his number?" Chrissy asks.
He slumps. "No."
His friends all groan. Another guitar pick flies at him, getting caught up in his curls.
"Well, you'll go back tomorrow. Now get your head in the game, Munson! You have a sold out stadium to play!"
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"I'm not kidding you, Robs, he was the hottest guy I've ever seen. I didn't even know dudes could be that beautiful."
"Uh-huh," she says.
"You're not even listening." He jabs her in the ribs, making her squeak.
"Sorry, sorry," she bats his hands away. "Describe him again?"
And he does, leaving nothing out. Once he's done, Robin is gaping at him, gum about to fall out of her open mouth.
"What?"
She grabs his wrist, dragging him out of the store.
"Robin, what are you doing? We're supposed to be working!"
She doesn't answer, just hauls him to the record store down the hall.
"Was it this guy?" She asks. She's out of breath.
"What?"
"Steve! Was it him?" She gestures to a new release display and it's Steve's turn for speechlessness.
He's surrounded of images of the man from last night; on magazines, CDs, cassettes, on a couple posters hanging on display. He's with a couple of other guys, they're in a band called Corroded Coffin, but all Steve can see is deep brown eyes and plush lips, the bright dimples.
"Well?" Robin demands.
"Yeah," he nods. "That's him."
"Oh my god!" Robin screams. She grabs his arm and squeezes. "You flirted with Eddie Munson! Steve! You minx!"
"It was nothing," he blushes. "He's probably got someone already, anyway. I mean, look at him."
Robin makes a little face. "There are some rumors, but nothing serious."
"It was a nice dream," he says. He gives her a little smile. "Now, let's get back to work."
She loops her arm through his. "Whatever you say, dingus."
---
It's been a long day of slinging ice cream. Maybe Robin's revelation that the cute guy from the night before was an insanely famous rockstar is to blame, but Steve is exhausted.
"Hey, dingus!" Robin calls from the front.
"Yeah?" he mumbles.
"Some guy is here for you. He looks a lot like Eddie Munson."
She's not even finished with her sentence before Steve is vaulting back behind the counter, coming face-to-face with the man of his dreams.
Eddie's gorgeous, his face already flushed a faint pink. And just like the night before, Steve can't help but smile at the man before him, who dimples up immediately in return.
He forgets that Robin is there until she says, "Go get 'em, tiger," and snaps him in the chest with a towel.
With Robin gone, they still don't say anything for a second, both smiling and blushing and staring at each other.
"So, uh, I guess you're wondering why I'm back today."
"That's easy," Steve says. "It was the best strawberry milkshake you ever had."
Eddie laughs with his head back and Steve is stuck staring at the long lines of his throat.
"Well, it was the best, no question. Made me realize I was a fool not to ask for your number."
Somehow Steve's smile grows. He jots his name and number on a Scoops napkin, passing it to Eddie who does the same, before carefully ripping the paper in half.
"We're still on tour for the next three months, but I'll call you when I can?"
"I'm looking forward to it."
"Talk soon, sweetheart," Eddie leans into Steve's space, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Steve still has a hand resting on the spot when Robin re-emerges.
"Oooh, you've got it sooo bad," she sing-songs.
He's so happy, he can't even bother to shush her.
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Corroded Coffin has a new album out. It's a huge hit, number ones across the board, a fixture on MTV. It's full of heavy metal love songs, sales bolstered by the rumors that Eddie's been in a secret relationship for years.
They're at the Grammys, nominated for Best Metal Performance. The band has moved on down the red carpet, but Eddie's still answering questions, their assistant waiting with him. The interviewer asks Eddie, "There's a lot of speculation about your romantic life because of this album. There are rumors that the song 'Sailor Boy' is in reference to how you met your lover. Will you tell fans about the person you're dating, the one who inspired the album?"
"No," Eddie smiles for the camera. "But oh, do I love the way he moans," he sings a lyric of the song in question before giving the interviewer a lascivious wink, and continuing on down the carpet.
Years later, after Eddie and Steve are comfortably out and married and Corroded Coffin has cemented themselves in metal history, the video of that interview will be uploaded to YouTube.
It's obvious, now, the way Eddie and Steve, the "assistant", gravitate towards each other. How Steve flushes a pretty crimson that spreads below the collar of his shirt as Eddie sings. The way Eddie smirks at him with a raised eyebrow. The way his hand cradles the small of Steve's back as they walk away together.
It causes a frenzy online, fans compiling blog posts and videos of moments of Steve and Eddie being totally obvious about being in love before the world knew that they were.
Eventually, Steve posts a photo to the band's webpage. It's of him and Eddie at Scoops Ahoy. He's wearing his uniform, and Eddie is in a faded Metallica t-shirt and ripped jeans. They stand at the counter with their arms around each other, smiling hard, eyes locked. He captions it with, "putting the sailor boy allegations to rest."
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all of the moments that led me to you. (ii)
warning(s): steve's black eye (again), mentions of: gun, car crash, death.
pairing: steve x reader
words: 6.3k+
summary: a continuation of moments with steve harrington. takes place in season three.
an: first, thank u so so much for over 1k hearts on aotm pt 1 and to be loved. itâs unbelievable to me that that many people have read my writing. iâve been writing and posting my stories on here a long time and this helps me feel like iâve been growing, even just a little đĽš
second, i'm so sorry this took so long. i have no other excuse except the devil himself - mr. writer's block. thank whoever the hell is controlling my sim that they got rid of him (at least for now) and now i'm finally here to share this with you
hope you like it <3
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yr. 1984
yr. 1985
i. robinâs game of you rule/you suck, intercepting russians and suzieÂ
quickly walking into scoops ahoy, you finally catch up to the curly headed kid, just in time to witness your favorite boys reunite through a silly greeting.Â
you let them have their moment before finally making your presence known, âhey there sailor,â you greet steve with a quick hug, his frame enveloping you.Â
he whines at the nickname, knowing how much you enjoy the little blue sailor outfit on him, mind wandering back to when you first saw him in the get up.Â
âoh. my. god,â you gasp, a hand to your mouth, trying to hold your laughter in as he makes his way back into his room, after finally successfully putting on his âuniform.âÂ
âdonât say a word,â he warned, hands on his hips.Â
âsteve harrington. you are soooâŚâ he raises his eyebrows, lips morphing into a thin line, daring you to finish your sentence.Â
ââŚpretty,â you giggle, closing the distance to adjust the sailor tie around his neck. he couldâve sworn his heart skipped a beat, maybe two.Â
âit's not TOO bad, girls LOVE a man in uniform,â you tease, sitting back down on the edge of his bed.Â
a playful smirk on your lips as his sailor hat comes in contact with your face in a matter of seconds causing a bubble of laughter to ring in his ear.Â
a sound that has grew to be his favorite.
âsorry we came unannounced,â your voice brings him back to the ice cream parlor.
âhe got home from summer camp today,â you explain, motioning to dustin who was now seated calmly in a booth, âand immediately asked me to drive him here so he could see you,â you grin, steve returning the expression.Â
âi think youâre his favorite,â a pout grows on your lips, eliciting laughter from the boy who you now call your best friend. the two of you being glued to the hip since that night in 1984.
days with steve harrington included sneaking into movies, butter popcorn in hand; road trips to nowhere and everywhere all at the same time; late night conversations that lasted into the a.m., a judgment free zone.
âwell, yeah, i think weâve known that a while ago,â he teases, earning a playful shove from you.Â
âitâs ok though, i missed that little bugger too and thereâs a new ice cream flavor i want you to try,â steve molds his hand into yours as he hurriedly leads you in front of the counter. the warmth of his hand disappearing as he made his way behind it.
you greet robin a quick hello and she acknowledges your presence by playfully saluting, making you smile.Â
âhere, try it,â steve snaps your attention back to him, placing what seemed to be a cup of just plain old vanilla ice cream in front of you. upon further inspection you notice it has chunks of something in it.Â
âi donât think ice cream should have that?,â you comment, eyeing it suspiciously.Â
âjust try it!,â he says, nudging the ice cream closer to your face.Â
âalright, alright!,â you giggle, finally bringing the spoon between your lips. steve awaits your verdict, slightly bouncing up and down in excitement, eyebrows dancing.
âohâŚwow,â your eyes widened, sparkling. tastebuds exploding at their new discovery.Â
he knew youâd like it.Â
âare those cookies?â you wonder aloud.
âmhmm, brand new flavor, cookies and cream, who wouldâve thought huh?,â playfully raising his eyebrows as he stole the spoon from you, taking a bite out of your ice cream.Â
âhow are things with laura?,â you bring up nonchalantly, stealing the spoon back from him.Â
âugh, donât even bring her up,â he rolls his eyes, grabbing another spoon from behind the counter while the two of you mildly attack the sweet cup.Â
âanother bad date?,â you concluded, eyes focused on scooping up a spoonful of your newfound favorite ice cream flavor.Â
âwe had absolutely nothing to talk about! i swear we just sat there and ate in silence the whole time,â he dramatically testified, shrugging his shoulders.Â
âwas the sex good at least?,â you asked, his face cringing.Â
âdidnât have sex with her,â he shrugged, âi just went home after and crashed, i think i really am losing my game,â he jokes.Â
you know him well enough to know that he hasnât been feeling as confident as he used to be. you think back to the night when steve confessed to you that he wasnât able to get into the only college he applied to. on top of that, his dad cut half off his allowance and heâs now, as he would describe it, âstuck working at a job that pays $3 per hour.â
all in all, steve felt like he had hit rock bottom.Â
âhow about you? how are things with isaac?,â steve smirked, changing the topic before you got to ask him if he was ok.Â
âeh,â you replied.Â
âehhh?.â he mimics, urging you to go on.Â
ânot gonna go anywhere, very cocky, talks too muchâŚand heâs a lot better when he doesnât speak,â you cringed, remembering the way the boy spoke about basketball and cars the whole time, not at all caring about any of your interests.Â
âmaybe we shouldâve switched dates?,â steve teases, head tilted.
you tuck away his golden locks that had fallen out of place and he finds himself holding a breath, eyes focused on your movements.
an action that was so familiar to him yet, lately, has been bringing up a weird feeling that he chooses to ignore.
âmaybe we should have,â you playfully agreed, slowly retracting your hand, snapping steve back to reality.Â
âanyways, thank you for my new favorite ice cream flavor,â you approved of the cookies and cream.Â
ânow, i have a favor to ask,â you grinned sheepishly.Â
âhm?â he hums, grabbing a napkin and wiping away the bits of ice cream that have stained your lips.Â
âcan you watch dustin for the rest of the week? i have a bunch of cheerleading practices,â you explain, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster, voice going a tad bit higher than usual.Â
âyeah, yeah, you donât have to do that,â he shakes his head, smile on his lips, âi got it all handled here, go ahead and just leave me with the lil monster,â he teases dramatically, making you roll your eyes playfully before beaming at him.Â
âthank you, youâre the best!â you praised, lips planting a soft kiss upon his crimson cheeks, expressing your gratitude.Â
he ignores the way time slowed down for a second, that fleeting surge of electricity that danced within him, igniting a spark that he quickly brushes off.
âi know,â he winks as you swiftly turn around, grabbing your bag and making your way out of the ice cream parlor.Â
âstay safe!,â he shouts at your retreating figure.
âyes, dad!,â you tease, his face morphing into disgust. your laughter rings in his ears as you exit scoops ahoy right after lovingly messing up dustinâs pretty curls, an annoyed groan coming from the younger boy.Â
âi canât believe it, harrington,â the sound of robinâs voice captures steveâs full attention, taking his eyes off of your retreating figure.Â
giving his coworker a pointed look, steve cluelessly wonders what sheâs about to say when she pulled out her whiteboard and finally drew one tally mark under âyou ruleâ
he rolls his eyes at robin, like he couldnât believe what she just did, âhate to break it to you but i wasnât flirting with her,â he defended himself. Â
âhuh, you sure about that, loverboy?,â robin snickered, clearly not convinced with the golden boyâs answer.Â
âyes buckley, iâm sure,â steve deadpanned, âsheâs my best friend alright so justâŚjust erase that,â he mumbled, not entirely sure he believes his own words.Â
itâs not like he hasnât thought about it beforeâŚhe has.
but falling for someone is never a good idea. he has firsthand experience that investing in love can be dangerous and if his worst fears happen, if the love unravels and crumbles down, he knows all too well that you will never get that same person back.Â
and falling for his best friend? itâs not a risk heâs willing to take.Â
he repeats to himself, âhe must not have feelings for you. he simply doesnât.â these words continue to echo, living in his mind, until he believes them as truth.Â
âwell i think she could be your suzie,â dustin pipes in, quickly introducing himself to robin.Â
âm-my what?,â steve inquired, the famous hand on his hip stance appearing.Â
âyour. suzie.â dustin pronounced slowly like that was going to help steve understand what he was talking about, âlike how i have my suzie,â he adds.Â
âand what the hell is a suzie?,â the older boy scoffed.Â
âmy girlfriend,â steveâs eyes widened at the boyâs proclamation, refusing to believe what he just heard. thereâs no way dustin henderson has it all figured out before him, especially in the ladies department.
âitâs not important right now,â dustin says, shaking his head, âi need to talk to you,â he says urgently.Â
âweâre talking right now,â steve points out the obvious.Â
âno,â dustin glares, âjust you,â he continues, eyes glancing towards robin who just shrugged, not caring, as the two boyâs made their way back to dustinâs booth.Â
âi intercepted a secret russian communication,â he confessed to the older boy.
believe it or not, those words were music to steveâs ears.
âfinally, heâll be of use again,â he thinks to himself as they start decoding the russianâs riddles.Â
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3 days later
the boys have vanished without a trace.
normally, steve would swing by after work, or when he was off â which you knew he was supposed to be, considering he gave you a copy of his schedule, â he would pick you up from cheerleading practices.Â
dustin was also nowhere to be seen and the uncertainty of their whereabouts fills you with growing concern.Â
there were no knocks at your window at midnight. no sound of an engine revving or the horn honking to greet you in the morning. not even the static sound from dustinâs talkie had made its appearance.
the last you heard from them was at the ice cream parlor. so after todayâs practice, you were on a mission. Â
you rush to the mall, hoping to see both of them devouring ice cream, ready to hear their half-ass apologies on why they went radio silent only to be face to face with two unfamiliar employees behind the counter, robin also absent from the scene.
quickly, you drove to steveâs house, the maroon vehicle nowhere to be seen causing you to reroute your drive to dustinâs house - still nothing.
this puts an end to your speculations â the boys are in trouble.
and they left you here with nothing but silence and the fear thatâs rising in the pit of your stomach.Â
you think back to where the kids usually were this summer and found yourself running down the wheelersâ basement, after mr. wheeler kindly let you in, only to reveal everyone else was already thereâŚexcept for your two main culprits.Â
seven heads turn towards you, your entrance hushing their conversations, âhave any of you seen steve and dustin?,â you ask as they all shake their head no.
âwell,â max spoke up, hope glimmering in your eyes, âel and i saw him at the mall,â she revealed.
âwhen was that?,â you inquire.
âlike, 2 days ago,â she quickly replies, making you groan in exasperation.Â
âhey,â nancy snaps you out of your despair, âtheyâll be okay, itâs steve and dustin, theyâre just probably out doing something ridiculous,â offering a smile, failing to comfort you.Â
bless her but the only thing you could think about was how the last time those two did something âridiculous,â they almost died, making you sink deeper into concern.Â
âyeah, steveâs probably just helping him talk to his imaginary girlfriend,â mike chimes in as you remember the girl dustin briefly told you about when you drove him to starcourt mall.Â
âthat was plausible,â you convince yourself, finally nodding and accepting their assumptions.Â
âwe have bigger things to worry about,â jonathan said, directing the groupâs attention back to their previous topic as they fill you in on the mind flayer â a mrs. driscoll, a tom and bruce, and a billy hargrove acting as its host.Â
you just hoped to god that steve and dustin really are just looking for suzie because if they were in any kind of danger, you might kill them yourself.Â
for now, youâd just have to play on this team.Â
ii. starcourt mall and the TODFTHRÂ
starcourt mall in its after hours has a tauntingly beautiful presence, its hallways bathed in the soft glow of neon lights that crackle with static, creating an ambiance that breathes an almost palpable energy, as if the very essence of the mall comes alive in the quietude of the night.Â
dustin finally radioed in a while ago with another code red, making goosebumps rise throughout your body. âcode redâ was definitely the last thing you wanted to hear.Â
all the group could make out from him were the words, âopen the gate,â and you knew this was all connected to everything youâve seen in the past couple of hours.Â
âwhere the hell is he?,â mike whispers as max shushes him and you silently thank her in your head.Â
the group is extra attentive, everyone looking around in hopes theyâll find something out of place.Â
finally, a faint click reaches your ears, followed by hushed footsteps. you think youâve imagined it until nancy voices your suspicions, âwhat was that?,â she whispers. you feel the blood draining from your face, heart racing, afraid of the events that could transpire.Â
following the sound, the group ends up at the second floor â right above the food court.
you spot the four men first, each one of them with their arms raised, gun aiming at a food stall.Â
eleven immediately steps in making the car alarm go off then proceeding to throw it at the armed men. she leaves you stunned and amazed, like she's been doing the whole day, and you canât help but send her a smile of gratitude.Â
after a second or two, the two familiar heads finally emerged, eyes finding the golden ones youâve grown accustomed to, all beaten up and bruised.Â
rushing towards them, you pull dustin into a tight hug first, exclaiming âwhere the hell have you been?âŚ.iâve been looking everywhere for you!âÂ
âiâm okay, iâm okay! i promise! im sorry,â he apologizes as you quickly look him up and down, your protective side kicking in, checking for any signs of injury until he finally slipped from your hold, reuniting with his friends. forcing you to look up at the beaten up, beautiful boy in front of you.Â
âsteve-,â you whisper, before running up to him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck, pulling him as close to you as possible. the beating of his heart against your ears, and in that moment, you feel like you can breathe again.Â
he holds you just as tight, visibly relieved that youâre unharmed. as he exhales a sigh of relief, you pull away slightly, inspecting the mark around his eye. soft hands ghosting over the bruise that was already starting to turn purple.
âdidnât i tell you to stop getting into fights?,â voice laced with concern as you fought to hold back tears, overwhelmed by the rush of comfort having him by your side brings.
âi know it doesnât look like it, but i actually won,â he smiled, tenderly brushing away the tears in the corner of your eye before they could spill.Â
âwhat happened?,â you asked.Â
a light cough from behind him breaks you out of your embrace, slightly pushing the boy away from you and finally taking in robinâs presence.
their matching appearance doesnât go unnoticed.
âwe found a secret lair, got drugged by russians and then they beat up pretty boy over here for some answers,â they share a smile.Â
for a second, you feel your heart twinge. youâre not too sure whether itâs because the information robin shared painted a disturbing image in your mind or if it was because she was there and you werenât.Â
you canât allow yourself to dwell on it as the group finally reunites, connecting all the pieces together and figuring out the next step.Â
â
âoh screw tod, steveâs her daddy now,â steve says excitedly, as he got into the driver seat of the TODFTHER.Â
robin and erica comment on his use of referencing himself in the third person and the word âdaddy,â causing you to laugh as you sat in the passenger seat. robin, erica and dustin squeezing in the back.
driving off with the scoops troops, you make your way to dustinâs tower.Â
âsuzie must be pretty special, huh? for you to make this tower just for her,â you finally get a chance to interrogate the young boy, earning an excited nod from him and a groan from everyone else, making you feel like an outsider in their very obvious inside joke.Â
âhe described her as scientifically perfect and has yet to shut up about her,â robin fills you in, obviously tired of the topic at hand.
âi mean, nobodyâs scientifically perfect but suzieâs about as close to being perfect as any human could possibly be,â dustin added, causing more annoyed groans to slip from everyoneâs lips except yours.
âshe sounds made up to me. she sound made up to you?,â erica sassed back, resulting in an eye roll from the young boy.Â
âsteve, y/n, you believe me right?,â he says, sitting forward, glancing between you and steve.Â
âof course,â you quickly assured him while steve remained silent, before finally nodding his head along with you.Â
âyou hesitated,â dustin points out, a pout on his lip, âwhy did you hesitate, steve?â
âi didnât hesitate!â he defends himself, his voice reaching a higher pitch.Â
the older boy turned towards you, asking for your help but all you could offer him was a shrug, a smile playing on your lips.
dustin impatiently repeats his question, finally getting his answer, âi donât know man, no one is hotter than phoebe cates!,â steve bursts, earning a look of confusion from you and a whine from the younger boy, giggles bursting from the two girls sitting in the back.Â
you definitely missed out on a lot. and you realize how much you hate it.Â
âleft. turn left.â dustin said suddenly, prying you away from your thoughts.
âthereâs not a road here,â steve points out the obvious.Â
âturn left! now!â the younger boy yells urgently.
âjesus! hang on!â steve yelled before finally making a harsh left, your hands immediately going up your face, acting as a shield against the tree branches coming in contact with the vehicle.Â
âoh my god, where the hell are we going!?.â you shout through all the ruckus.Â
âjust keep going!,â dustin continues with his unreasonable directions.Â
âweâre not gonna make it!,â robin yells from the back and you see determination flash in steveâs face.
âyes we are!, come on baby!â he urges TODFTHER to go on until it finally hit itsâ limit, leaving the group stuck in the middle of the woods.
âguess, weâll have to walk the rest of the way,â dustin says.Â
âhow far is this thing?â erica says, voicing everyoneâs annoyance.Â
iii. dustinâs tower and an epiphany
it wasn't long until the group finally made it to dustinâs radio tower, finally being able to instruct murrayâs next steps.
you were seated on the field with the rest â the calmness before the storm.Â
âhey, guys?â steveâs voice causes the group to get up and follow his line of vision.Â
starcourt mallâs rapid flickering lights causing panic to rise in the air, dustin immediately runs back to his talkie, trying to radio the others but all that was received was a loud, screeching, monster noise. the younger boy repeatedly tries to get a response but all that was left was static.Â
steve makes up his mind, immediately getting up on his feet, ready to run towards the direction of the mall, but before he could get any further, your voice makes its way to his ears, halting his movements.
âwhere the hell are you going?,â you shot, panic evident in your voice.Â
âto get them the hell outta there!,â he exclaimed, adrenaline running through him. you knew you werenât going to be able to persuade him to stay here with you. but after the past couple of days of thinking youâve lost him, thereâs no way, in hell, heâs leaving you here.Â
âiâm going with you,â you announced, already walking towards him.Â
âno,â he says sternly, meeting you in the middle, âjust stay here, watch the kids,â his eyes pleading with you to obey.Â
ârobin can watch them,â you countered quickly, reaching out for his hand, fingers fitting in yours perfectly.
ây/n-,â he whispers desperately. hoping you could hear how much he wants you to stay here, where it's safe.Â
he canât keep putting you in dangerous situations just because he wants to play hero.Â
âyouâre not going without me! i wonât let you!â standing your ground, your hand tightening around his.
steve canât help but think back to earlier that night, sitting in the tiled bathroom of starcourt mall, robin opposite of him.Â
âi just donât get it,â robin says groggily, slowly coming down from the high and voicing her opinions.Â
âwhat?,â steve looks at her, eyes droopy, mouth slightly agape.Â
âyouâŚgoing on all of these dates,â robin pointed out, âhow you donât realize you have the perfect girl in front of you,â she wonders aloud he knows she wasnât talking about herself, especially after she trusted him with her little secret.Â
âyou donât think i know that?,â steve says, eyes closing, head slowly coming in contact with the wall behind him, defeated.
âwhy donât you do anything about it then?â
âbecauseâŚ.because- sheâs y/n! and iâmâŚâ he pauses for a second, trying to find a better way to explain it to robin but all he could manage to say was âiâm just steve.â
âwell âjust steve,â i think youâre pretty cool,â robin compliments him, allowing him to fully strip away the walls, his hidden feelings coming to surface.Â
âshe has dreams and goals and i know damn well, sheâs going to make every single one of those things happen, meanwhile, look at what iâm wearing! look at where i am! sitting on a bathroom floor, drugged!,-â
âhey, what does that say about me,â robin interjects.Â
âplease, i practically dragged you in here with me,â he continues, âall i do is drag people into chaosâŚ.i dragged y/n in this mess too, i canât continue holding her back,â an exasperated sigh escaping his lips.Â
âhm, you donât have to hold her back, yâknow?â robin countered, have you ever considered being the one to hold her hand and support her through all her âdreams and goalsâ?,â she asks, hopefully giving steve a new perspective.Â
âshe doesnât want that,â he says defeatedly.
âhave you asked her?â robin questions. steve lets out a sigh before shaking his head no.Â
âyouâll never know if you never try, but if you need a little push, if i were her, after everything iâve seen today, i wouldâve left a long time ago,â she says like a prophet.Â
those words echo in his ears now and he sees it all clearly.Â
you stayed.
you could have left, could have stopped talking to him and walked away forever. yet here you are, gazing at him with pleading eyes, hands in his, hoping he wonât let go.
that fact is evident to him now as he feels your hand tightening around his.Â
steve found himself nodding slowly, a blast of realization striking him. you mirrored his gesture, sealing an unspoken agreement â minds and bodies communicating before any words were uttered.Â
within the next second, the two of you made your way back to TODFTHER, headed to the mall - together.Â
iv. the car crash and neverending story
âholy shit, hoLY SHIT! STEVE-,â you shout, the boyâs foot not leaving the gas as the car continues to accelerate.
steve takes a quick glance at you, âPUT YOUR SEATBELT ON!,â he yells and you quickly obey his order knowing he has no intention of stepping on the brake.Â
as soon as he heard the little click, with both hands on the wheel, steve immediately stepped on the gas, the car accelerating at a speed you couldnât even imagine. you canât help but hold your breath, scared for the impact you know is about to come.Â
in a matter of seconds, TODFTHER crashes into the black car driven by billy hargrove â bursting it into flames. nothing can be heard but the ringing in your ear as you try to refocus. this wouldnât be the first time the two of you had matching concussions because of billy.Â
âare you okay?,â steve immediately inspects you, unbuckling your seatbelt, warm hands gently cupping your cheeks, eyes finding yours. your chest heaving, trying to make sense of how the two of you were still alive.Â
as you catch your breath, you look up into his golden eyes, rapid breaths syncing. then, in one swift moment, his lips are on yours, in a quick, passionate kiss.Â
well, this is definitely not how steve imagined his first kiss with you.
he pulls away as soon as he registers his actions and youâre left breathless, not at all sure with what happened.
âsorry, i got caught in the moment,â he panics.Â
âitâs okay,â you nod still trying to catch your breath.Â
you donât catch the way his eyes lose a little glimmer of hope. heâs about to take back what he said until the mindflayer makes an appearance on top of the building and you both very much snap out of the trance, being reminded that you were still in the middle of the battle.Â
nancy directs your attention to her, yelling for your safety. steve immediately jumps out of the car, his warm hands instinctively grabbing yours, making sure you enter the car first.Â
silence envelops the vehicle, everyone too afraid to say anything as the haunting size of the creature continues to taunt the group.
it wasnât until dustinâs voice rang into the air followed by a young girl that everyone finally released the breath they were holding.Â
you look at steve with recognition, âsuzie,â you say in harmony and he canât help but be in awe.Â
âyouâre going to have to say sorry for doubting him,â you tease, making steve chuckle.
he liked that. the fact that you guys can immediately joke around like he didnât just kiss you after he crashed the car that couldâve caused your deaths.Â
suzie-poo and dusty-bun keeps the group entertained, especially when they start singing a duet to never ending story.Â
steve looks at you like this is the craziest thing heâs ever heard, the rest of group looking disgusted.Â
you canât help but giggle, quietly singing along to dustin, for only steve to hear, making him shake his head in disbelief.Â
âi cant believe sheâs real,â steve says after the musical that is probably in the top three most life changing moments in his life and the two of you break out in quiet giggles.Â
v. ambulances and âfriends?â
the battle was bloody and not everyone came back unscathed. some didnât come back at all. hopper made a huge sacrifice. billy was dead.Â
now everyone was seated in their own ambulances, near star court mall, waiting for clearance.Â
youâve spent the last hour trying to comfort max in her grief. losing billy like that, right in front of her eyes, left her in her thoughts, refusing to talk to anyone.Â
the only reason she let you in was because you knew her brother in a different light, unlike the others who has always viewed him as the villain.Â
âis it bad that part of me is relieved?,â max quietly whispers like she didnât even want you to hear it, almost like the guilt of saying it out loud was going to kill her.Â
you shake her head no, âgrief can present itself in different ways, you donât have to feel a certain way,â you reassure the younger girl, âjust feel what youâre feeling now and take it day by dayâ you try to comfort her, hoping your words can somehow reach her.Â
meanwhile steve was with dustin and robin, sitting in a different ambulance.Â
âi kissed her,â steve confessed to the duo.
âyou kissed her?â robin and dustin says at the same time. one with pride, the other, shocked.Â
âi. kissed. her.â steve repeats, more to affirm himself that it actually happened and it wasnât just the drugs that had completely worn off at the time nor was it the concussion he surely had.Â
he really kissed you. he knows its true because if he closes his eyes and think about it hard enough, he can still feel the softness of your lips on his.Â
âwell are you gonna go talk to her about it?,â robin breaks him out of his daydream and the question immediately causes bubbles to rise through his stomach.Â
he feels like he's going to throw up.Â
âwhat if i dont?,â he panted, âi did tell her it was just a spur of a moment thing,â he reveals.Â
ânow, why would you tell her that?â dustin says like a father disappointed in his kid.
âi donât want to ruin our friendship!â he defends himself, arms flailing in the wind.Â
âyou already kissed her dumbass, thats like #1 on things not to do to ruin a friendship,â robin points out and he knows thereâs no way he was going to win this two to one battle.Â
he was going to have to talk to you.
-
âhey,â steve's hushed voice breaks you out of your own thoughts.Â
max has left you on your own a while ago, saying she just wanted to be alone. when she was gone, you had a bit of time to process everything as much as you can at the moment.Â
âyou okay?â steve asks softly.Â
giving him a small smile, you pat the empty space beside you, inviting him in your ambulance, âcould be better, but yeahâŚi'm okay, are you?â
he nods, answering your question. âare you sure?... billy is gone,â he mentions cautiously, afraid of how you would react but prepared to offer comfort.Â
âwell... i do feel sorry for max, sheâs the one that lost her brother tonight,â he nods, understanding what you meant.Â
billy was long gone for you. surely, not like this â never would you have wanted it to be like this. but he no longer occupies any part of your mind and definitely not your heart.Â
âdo you know what actually scared me?â you whisper, your breath coming in contact with the cold air. his silence urges you to go on.Â
âwhen i couldnât find you,â you admit to him and to yourself.Â
steve sees everything that he needs to see in your eyes â love, fear, a hint of sadness.Â
he has the urge to pull you into him, to feel your lips like he did earlier that night. but before he does, he knows he has to come clean. he has to do it right this time.Â
âi have to tell you something,â he says urgently.Â
âif something like tonight ever happens again, god i hope it doesnât, but if it did and i never got to say this, i would hate myself forever,â he rambles, trying to buy time. he knows that after he says what heâs about to say then things with you will take a turn.Â
âyou're scaring me steveâŚwhat is it?â you ask, softly placing your hand on top of his shaking leg, hoping to somehow help him calm down. he takes a second to gather his composure.
to make sure he says the words the way you deserve to hear them â honest, sweet, gentle.Â
ây/n, i am in love with you,â he confesses into the night air, soft brown eyes locked on yours.
you stare at him, eyes slightly widening, registering his words.Â
for steve, time seemed to stretch endlessly, it could've been three seconds or three minutes but but it was unquestionably the longest silence he had ever endured.Â
when you still havenât said anything, he realizes he has made a mistake and knows he has to fix it, immediately. Â
âa-and you don't have to say it back!, i'm not asking for anything!, i mean it would be nice but i'm totally okay with just being fr-â he fumbles over his words, hoping that dustin could find some sort of way to teleport back in time to prevent this confession from happening. but then he feels it â soft lips pressing against his own, shutting him up ever so sweetly.
his body responds instinctively, returning the gentle kiss, eyes fluttering close. this was how it was supposed to go.Â
âplease donât say you're okay with us just being friends,â you tease, finally easing his racing thoughts.Â
he chuckles softly, âi am⌠i am not okay with us just being friends,.â he admits, mirroring your expression.Â
âgood.âÂ
that one word was all it took for all of steve's worries to fade, happily pulling you closer until there are no spaces left to fill.Â
-
bonus: pretty privilege (3 months later)
walking into family video, you gently drop steveâs hand, immediately missing the warmth it provided and causing a tiny frown to appear on your boyfriendâs face.Â
âhey keith,â you greeted the boy behind the counter sweetly.Â
âh-hi y/n, what can i do for you?,â he was grinning from ear to ear and you knew this was going to be easy.Â
âdo you think,â you start, voice going an octave higher, an innocent glow in your eyes, âyou maybe have two job positions open, right now?,â you finish, a hand placed softly, and very calculatedly on his arm. you were completely taking advantage of his âsecretâ crush on you.Â
steve glances between the two of you in disbelief.Â
meanwhile, the boy behind the counter was a blushing mess, mumbling a âgod, y-youâre so pretty,â and steve has to physically hold himself back from kicking the air.Â
keith leans over the counter, âyeah, iâm-â he starts to say, but before he could end his sentence, steveâs hands wrapped protectively around yours, dragging you out of sight and in between one of the aisles.Â
âwhat are you doing?,â he quietly blurted once the two of you were out of sight. his arms crossing against his chest, biceps protruding, eyebrows going up.Â
âtrying to get you and robin a job,â you reminded him of the reason why the three of you were even in this store in the first place.Â
âyeah but whatâs with the cute voice and the eyes!,â he points out, âoh keith! do you have a job opening right now?,â he bats his eyelashes, mimicking you, completely appalled by the way you used your cute voice that was only supposed to be reserved for him.Â
âokay first of all, i do not sound like that. second, itâs pretty privilege steve and you have to know when to use it,â he rolls his eyes at your answer.Â
âyes, you do sound like that!â he whines like a five year old child, â...omygosh keith youâre so manly!, you have a job, you-,â he continues mocking.Â
âsteve harrington,â you cut him off, âare you jealous?,â you accuse, holding back your smile.Â
âi donât get jealous,â he scoffs, an absurd expression on his face like he couldnât believe you even suggested that.Â
âreally? because youâre looking pretty green right now,â you tease, a small smile playing on your lips.Â
ây/n itâs physically impossible for people to turn green,â he rolls his eyes. you ignore the use of your name.
âitâs a metaphor,â you tease.Â
âyou're a metaphor,â he mocks and you canât stand it anymore, heâs acting too cute.Â
âyou're cute when youâre jealous,âÂ
âyou really shouldn't be though,â you continue.
âyeah i know...its just keith,â
âno, its because iâm all yours, steve harrington.âÂ
in an instant, all annoyance melts away from him and you know you won. your hands instinctively thread behind his neck, grabbing a hold of his curls, a routine youâre now all too familiar with but could never get enough of.Â
the taste of strawberry chapstick mingles with spearmint. steve senses your smile against his lips, pulling you closer as his hands encircle your waist, deepening the kiss. soft moans escape your lips, audible only to him.Â
he craves more of you, currently wishing you were alone in the comfort of his room, his car, or anywhere but here, in the middle of all these vhs tapes.Â
âehem,â robinâs cough breaks the two of you apart, making you jump.
quickly wiping your lips, you push steve away, taking notice of the lipstick that was now painted on him before sending robin an apologetic smile.
itâs all too easy to get lost in the boy beside you.Â
âare you lovebirds done or should i go watch a movie first?,â she says sarcastically. she was honestly over all the lip locking. it was cute at first but the honeymoon phase is now starting to tire the rest of the group.Â
âwell, you could-â steve starts.Â
you quickly jab him in the stomach, shutting him up. âsorry,â you smile sheepishly at robin, âyes, weâre done.â
robin chuckles, âwhatever, i got us the jobâ she states, ready to get out of there.Â
âhow?,â steve asks, head tilting to the side.Â
âtold him that steveâs a real chick magnet and heâll attract a lot of customers...especially hot babes,â she shrugs like it didnât take any work.Â
âahh,â you nod slowly, agreeing, then redirecting your focus back to steve.
âsee. pretty privilege.â you point out, making steve chuckle, his fingers naturally wrapping around yours as the three of you finally walk out of the store.Â
and no, you donât miss the way he looks back at keith with a smirk.
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an: i will not promise a next year this time because in all honesty, i got nothing but moment titles. if i do write one, it will just be randomly posted one day lol.
thank you for reading! and if you were here when i first posted part one (exactly a year ago), extra love to you<3
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accidental eavesdropping (steddie ficlet)
based on this post by @imjust-that-shy. i hope i did this vision justice <3
The doors to the bathroom burst open, and - on some pure, inexplicable instinct and with nearly inhuman speed - Eddie darts back into the stall he'd just been about to come out of and leaps to perch on top of the toilet seat, crouched there like some sort of creature.Â
He hears the sound of retching and the stench of vomit fills the air. He holds his breath, wrinkling his nose and trying to imagine what possible context could be behind Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley bursting in here together to puke their guts out. Eddie knows the two of them work together, heâs seen them sharing shifts at Scoops Ahoy when he's walked by. (Not that he often intentionally passes by the ice cream parlor and slows down just to catch a glimpse of Steve or anything⌠Although who could really blame him if he did? Like, come on, Steve in that uniform? Hello, sailor.) His mind is busy spinning stories of possible explanations, ranging from spoiled ice cream to sneaking alcohol and getting too drunk during their break.Â
Eddie's leaning towards the 'drinking on the job' explanation, especially when the retching finally ceases and Robin says something about the room no longer spinning. Those little rebels, Eddie thinks approvingly.
âWhenâs the last time you, uhâŚpeed your pants,â Steve is asking Robin now, in response to her telling him in a Russian accent to interrogate her.Â
Eddie curls over his knees, tilting his head to try to peer through the gap between the stalls and the floor to put an image to his eavesdropping. Might as well, heâs kind of stuck here and thereâs really not much else he can do right now. He can see Steveâs legs, one bent and the other stretched out in front of him, and Robin in the stall past him laying on the floor with her legs up against the stall wall as she answers, âTodayâŚâÂ
âWhat?â Steve questions.
âWhen the Russian doctor took out the bone saw!â Robin says.Â
OkayâŚwhat? Russian doctors and bone saws? Eddieâs now thoroughly intrigued, if a little (okay, a lot) confused. Maybe theyâre talking about a movie they watched or something.
Steveâs legs shake with his laughter. âOh my god.âÂ
âIt was just a little bit, though.â Robin pinches her fingers together as she twists her body in Steveâs direction while he laughs again and mutters that whatever it is they took is still in her system. She pushes her feet off the stall and slides to sit against the opposite wall. Eddie can only see her legs now. âOkay, my turn. Have youâŚever been in love?âÂ
Steve answers that he has, with Nancy, and makes a sound mimicking an explosion. Eddie remembers that, remembers seeing Steve and Nancy being all touchy and cute in the hallways at school while he was trying his damndest to convince himself that he absolutely definitely did not wish he was in Nancyâs place. It didnât work very well. And itâs not working very well now either as Steve starts to go on about some new girl he likes now instead - some girl whoâs funny and smart and can crack secret Russian codes (okay, seriously, what is it with these two and Russians?) and oh shit, heâs talking about Robin.Â
Eddie very suddenly feels like he should not be here listening to this, eavesdropping on Steve confessing his feelings for someone. Not only is that, like, a private and personal thing, but also what if Robin likes him back and they start kissing or something right here in this bathroom where Eddie has to sit here and listen to it and that would just be horrible for him for so many reasons and- Eddieâs getting ahead of himself. Robin hasnât even said anything yet, and her knees are pulled up to her chest and her voice shakes when she confirms sheâs still alive after Steve asks if sheâs ODâd there in the silence and she uncurls with a deep sigh. All signs that she doesnât actually like Steve back.Â
Eddie watches as Steve shifts and slides under the stall into Robinâs, and catches sight of the nasty bruise marring nearly half of Steveâs otherwise beautiful face as he does so. Now concern has been added to the list of emotions this eavesdropping experience has rollercoastered him through so far. The bruise looks fairly fresh and Eddie canât help but wonder what the hell gave Steve a black eye like that and if heâs okay.Â
After a brief spiral of concern for Steveâs face, Eddie tunes back into reality to find himself staring at Steveâs ass as Steve now sits with his back against the stall wall opposite Robin. Eddie blinks, expands his tunnel vision to include Steveâs lower back and Robinâs legs which are also visible beneath the gap in the stalls.Â
âItâs not because I had a crush on you,â Robin is saying. âItâs becauseâŚshe wouldnât stop staring at you.â
âMrs. Click?â Steve sounds confused.
âTammy Thompson,â Robin clarifies. âI wanted her to look at me.â
Oh. Eddie should really not be listening to this. Robin is trying to come out to Steve, trying to share something deeply personal and vulnerable with him and only him, not knowing that sheâs outing herself to an eavesdropping near-stranger as well. Eddie feels violating and intruding. He canât imagine how he would feel if he found out someone he barely knew had been secretly listening in on him coming out - probably not great, probably terrified. This is something he shouldnât know, not like this.Â
âBut Tammy Thompsonâs a girl,â Steve says, his tone unreadable, and Eddieâs heart nearly stops, sure his own anticipatory anxiety is likely only just a fraction of what Robin must be feeling right now.Â
âSteveâŚâÂ
âYeah?â A pause. âOh,â Steveâs voice goes soft. âOh⌠Holy shit.âÂ
âYeah,â Robin sighs. Eddie can see her hands nervously rubbing at her shins. âHoly shit.âÂ
Steve is silent for a few painfully long moments. Eddieâs hands curl nervously around his own shins. Is Steve going to be homophobic? Should Eddie be worried for Robin now?Â
âSteve, did you OD over there?â Robin asks, trying to be light but Eddie can hear the anxiety in her voice.Â
âNo, I just, uh- just thinking,â Steve responds.Â
âOkayâŚâ Robinâs voice is barely audible. Eddie is holding his breath.
âI mean, yeah,â Steve says finally, âTammy Thompsonâs cute and all, but the only reason I never gave her the time of day was because I was too busy staring at Eddie Munson.âÂ
The aforementioned Eddie Munson releases the breath heâd been holding with an involuntary squeak and claps a hand over his mouth. Thankfully, neither of them heard him over the sound of Robin shouting. âWhat?! Eddie Munson?! You liked Eddie Munson?â she squawks, voicing Eddieâs own stunned thoughts perfectly.
âYeah,â Steve confirms casually, completely unaware that he's throwing an eavesdropping Eddie into an absolute crisis right now. There's a soft thudding sound like Steve's hitting the back of his head against the stall wall. His voice gets kind of wistful, almost dreamy, as he says, âHis rings, man. Rings and tattoosâŚand that long hair and those chains he'd wear⌠Honestly just his whole punk aesthetic thing had me mesmerized.âÂ
âPretty sure he's metal, not punk,â Robin corrects him.Â
Thanks, Robin. Also, what the fuck is happening right now?Â
âWhatever. Still hot as hell,â Steve says.Â
Eddie squeaks again and practically shoves his whole fist in his mouth to keep himself from making any more noise, his teeth knocking against his rings. The rings Steve likes, apparently. He feels like he's going to pass out, his heart beating so erratically it's making him lightheaded. King Steve - the popular, preppy, stupid, gorgeous, dumb jock Eddie's been crushing on since forever - just called him hot???? Â
âDid you hear that?â Robin asks suddenly, voice low and cautious.Â
Shit.Â
âIs anyone else in here?â Steve calls out.Â
Fuck.Â
Eddie bites down hard on his knuckles and holds his breath, going impossibly still. If they get up and search the bathroom, then heâs about to be caught red handed, crouched on top of a toilet seat with his fist in his mouth and his face flushed scarlet, eavesdropping on their private conversation about secret Russians and gay crushes. Eddie contemplates falling into the toilet and attempting to flush himself down it. Every god imaginable is receiving a silent prayer from him right now as he watches apprehensively through the gaps in the stall. One of those gods must've heard and taken pity on this poor gay disaster of a man crouched like a goblin in a bathroom stall, because after a few horrible seconds of silence, all Steve does is lean down to peer beneath the stalls for a moment before sitting back up and saying, âLooks empty. I think the drugs are making us hear things.âÂ
âYeah, probably,â Robin says. Then she giggles, knocking her leg against Steveâs. âI still canât believe you were into Eddie.âÂ
Steve flicks Robinâs knee. âI canât believe you were into Tammy.â
âWhatâs wrong with Tammy?!â Robin protests.
âWhatâs wrong with Eddie?â Steve counters. âAt least heâs actually got talent. Tammyâs a total dud - she wants to be a singer and shit but she canât even hold a tune.âÂ
Eddie is going to die. He is actually going to die right here, right now, because Steve Harrington thinks heâs hot and talented. And then Steve starts mimicking Tammy, singing Total Eclipse of the Heart in a ridiculously goofy voice, and now Eddie is going to die because he finds that so stupidly endearing and adorable. Maybe he should just flush himself down the toilet, save himself from this hopelessly pathetic crush of his. Instead, heâs saved by the bathroom doors bursting open again and a new voice shouting at them, âOkay. What the hell?!âÂ
Steve and Robin collapse into a fit of giggles before being dragged to their feet by the newcomers and led out of the bathroom, leaving Eddie alone and reeling and struggling to process literally everything heâs just overheard. He finally hops down from his toilet perch and exits the stall like heâs in a daze. Heâs not sure how long he had been camped out in there - probably only about ten minutes - but it felt like hours, so long that the world outside of that single bathroom stall almost feels foreign and unfamiliar now.Â
Eddie grips the bathroom sink and stares at his flustered reflection in the mirror and whispers to himself, âWhat the actual fuck?âÂ
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Later, years later, only after he and Steve are already dating, Eddie tells him all about this experience, and Steve laughs so hard he nearly cries.
(ao3 link)
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Steve Harrington sucks at kissing.
Itâs something everyone in school knows. The King canât kiss to save his life. Heâs motionless, emotionless. Itâs like kissing a brick wall.
And yes, he makes up for it in other ways, ways that let all the girls heâs with get past the weird kissing thing. Nancyâs not big on PDA anyway, so minimum kissing is fine with her.
The rumors spread, though. Girls talk to their friends about how they try to âteachâ him to kiss, giving him gentle instructions murmured against his lips, to no avail. The movements are flat, jerky, like heâs being puppeted around on marionette strings.
He just canât do it.
Robin teases him about it exactly once, early on in their Scoops Ahoy careers. But she sees how sad it makes him, sees how he twists the strand of hair by his ear around and around his finger (a nervous habit of his that she learns about much later), and resolves to never talk about it again. If only to get him to stop looking like she dropkicked his puppy into an active volcano.
When Steve starts dating Eddie, they donât kiss much. Eddieâs not experienced, and heâs also not stupid. He heard the rumors in high school. The last thing he wants is for Steve to be forced into doing something he doesnât want to do. And itâs really okay. Steveâs good with his hands (like, obscenely good), and he treats Eddie like a person, not a prize or a target. Barâs low, but Steveâs still hurtling over it.
So itâs about half a month into their relationship when they kiss for the first time.
Eddie graduates, and Steve just gets so excited he yanks Eddie down an empty corridor in the school, picks him up by the waist and spins him around like a Disney princess.
And then he kisses him.
Eddieâs long hair is falling like a curtain around their faces, blocking out the whole world until itâs just them. Steveâs lips are warm, slotted perfectly against Eddieâs own, and his hands are braced around Eddieâs waist. Eddie feels his diploma fall from his hands, and he weaves his hand into Steveâs hair and tilts his head up, kissing him deeper.
Steve breaks away just then. Eddie chases Steveâs mouth with his own on instinct.
âSorry,â Steve says breathlessly.
âWhat the hell are you sorry for?â Eddie demands in a harsh whisper. âI thought you were bad at kissing!â
âI am!â Steve says. âI got excited, sorry. I wonât do it again.â
âWhy not?â Eddie says indignantly. âThat was by far the best kiss I have ever had. Did you not like it?â
Steve looks like heâs running on autopilot. âNo, it was amazing, I just⌠everyone says Iâm bad at kissing. I didnât want to make you kiss me.â
Eddie drags him close, slams him against the wall like he did in the boathouse, except this time with significantly more horny undertones. âYou should keep that reputation.â Eddie says in a low tone. âI think no one else, but me, gets to know how good of a kisser you are.â
âWorks for me,â Steve says, breath ghosting over Eddieâs lips, and thatâs all the invitation Eddie needs to dive back in.
They end up scarring Robin when she comes looking for them, but thatâs alright.
#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#sorry i was writing the#living hawkins au#and immediately had a thought#that i had to write before it left#if this is cringe iâm sorry iâm running on 4 hours on sleep out of the last 48#actually itâs definitely cringe. but i am free#TO CLARIFY: they are not fucking at the end#just making out REALLY heavily
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DAY ONE: Steve Harrington x fem!reader Steve was sure this was worse than his Scoops Ahoy uniform. It had to be. It had bells. Â
Robin had simply rolled her eyes and told him to be grateful sheâd managed to get them both something that paid this time of year, so Steve muttered something under his breath and jammed the hat on his head.Â
He jingled when he walked.Â
The green and red outfit was a kind of velvet, shorts above his thighs and striped tights that made his leg look like candy canes. The hat had a bell on the end of it and so did his fucking shoes, two gold balls on the tips of toes and he sounded like a christmas carol as he called the next kid in line.Â
âSantaâs ready to see you, buddy, just go through the curtain.â
Being one of the mallâs Christmas elves was definitely rock bottom. Steve was sure of it. But then you appeared above the crowd of kids crying and yelling for Santa Claus, shouldering past the tired looking parents. You had a few bags in one hand, filled with presents and wrapping paper, a takeaway cup of something hot and sweet in the other.Â
âPlease tell me thatâs for me,â Steve mumbled appreciatively, groaning when you handed him the coffee. He took a sip, cheeks flushed pink, eyes rolling back in theatrical pleasure. âHave I told you how much I love you today?â
You grinned, nose still scrunching at his flirting, even years later. âYou have, but Iâm not opposed to hearing it again.â
Steve beamed, eyes brighter than they had been before you approached and he took you by the crook of your elbow, pulling you behind the ramshackle frame that ached as Santaâs grotto. He mouthed a quick plea to Robin, who merely sighed and took up the boyâs position at the front of the queue, doing her best to wrangle the kids.Â
Now hidden, Steve ducked down to kiss at your cheek, feeling brave enough to catch the corner of your mouth. He tasted like coffee and vanilla and you hummed, accepting his thanks with the upturn of your face.Â
âBad day?â You pouted.Â
âKids are insane,â Steve huffed back. âAnd their moms are worse. Yâknow one tried to pinch my butt?âÂ
You snorted, unable to take the boy seriously, not when his hat jingled as he shook his head. âMy poor guy,â you soothed, biting back a grin. âItâs âcause youâre such a hot elf.â
Steve made a face. âI donât think thatâs possible, itâs the hat, yâknow? Itâs ruining my hair, itâs soââ
You moved closer, tugging at one of the gold buttons that ran down the centre of Steveâs chest, your fingers slipping between. âWell, I like it. You look adorable.â
You watched Steve swallow, cheeks going pink, eyes darkening as his gaze slipped to your lips, to your hands and the way your fingers were trying to seek out the warm skin under his uniform. âYou do?â
You nodded, grinning.Â
âI mean, adorable wasnât really what I was aiming forâŚâ
âNo?â You pressed yourself onto your toes, shopping bags crinkling between your knees and Steveâs. You found his lips for a kiss, a sweet one - soft and gentle, the slightest peck that Steve tried to chase. âI could just spend all day on your lap, telling you what I wanted for Christmas.â
Lips parting, Steve almost dropped his coffee. He coughed, cleared his throat once, twice and blinked away the spell youâd cast on him. He nodded vigorously, the little bell of the end of his hat tinkling rapidly. He was red in the cheeks, flushed to his fake, pointed ears and he looked like he was struggling to remember where he was.Â
âYou can- you can totally do that, yeah.â
âYeah?â You asked through a laugh, brows raised. âCome see me after work?â You were already backing away, returning to the throng of kids that were pushing at Robinâs knees.Â
Steve was still nodding, pushing a palm to his crotch, cheeks on fire. âYeah, yeah, fuckâ Iâll come round.â
You grinned, pleased with yourself. âGood. Bring the hat.â
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falling in â steve harrington
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: when a burnt down mall sends y/n to steve
warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, steve got his ass beat (who's surprised), s3 spoilers duh, pure fluff/comfort, blood and injuries mentioned, pretty detailed makeout session
a/n: for my wife @keerysbrowneyes ily
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y/n sat nervously at the edge of her couch in her small living room. she watched her small flickering tv at the other end of the room with nothing but worry.
helicopters roaring, a blazing fire and multiple reporters surround the loved starcourt mall. y/n's heart almost burst out of her chest when one reporter stated most people made it out safely.
steve harrington was the first person to flood her mind. the girl hasn't heard of him for the past three days, which only made her nerves skyrocket.
"sources say scoops ahoy workers were at the scene, with multiple young kids and parents. . ."
y/n was out the door, struggling to put on her other shoe while running to her car.
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y/n didn't even let the car come to a complete stop before she was running past concerned townspeople, reporters and cops. she easily slid under the caution tape and fit in between two firetrucks, not bothering to listen to the cops and other authorities yelling for her to stop.
y/n looked from left to right. she first saw nancy and jonathan, and robin sitting in the back of one ambulance. will was with his mother, with el and mike besides them. lucas was comforting max. she looked at the last ambulance and saw steve.
as soon as their eyes met, time slowed. steve dropped the blanket from his shoulders and y/n's worn out converse hit the asphalt again.
steve stood from the ambulance, and for the first time tonight a smile broke out onto his face. he didn't care it was hurting his eye.
his arms are wide open once y/n reaches him. hers instantly wrap around his shoulders as he lifts her off the ground.
"you're okay," y/n lets the tears fall from her eyes, her voice is strained. "you're here, you're really okay."
steve kisses the side of her head before setting her back on the ground, however neither of them let go of each other.
"i thought i lost you," y/n admits.
steve chuckles, "you could never get rid of me that easily."
y/n leans back, her eyes roaming over the boy in front of her. she sees the large bruise surrounding his swollen eye, and the tiny cuts on his lips.
steve copies her actions, not believing the girl in his arms is really here. this feels too much like a dream that he didn't want to wake up from.
y/n puts her hand gently on steve's cheek just as a tear falls from his right eye. his voice is soft and broken, "can you take me home?"
y/n nods immediately, and carefully takes his hand in hers to lead them both to her car. they're stopped briefly by a cop, to which they explain y/n would be taking steve home.
they sit in the car for a moment, while an abba song plays quietly over the radio. y/n leans forward to turn it off. she didn't think steve was in the mood to dance to anything, let alone listen to a happy pop song.
"are you okay?" y/n knew it was a stupid question to ask, but she had to ask anyway.
steve only nods, as he wipes his cheeks as more tears fall. y/n simply gives him her hand. his rough hand holds onto it the whole drive back to y/n's small one bed-one bath house.
"wait, i thought you were taking me home," steve announces once he watches her turn down the wrong street.
"you really think i'd let you stay home alone after whatever you went through?"
steve shrugs.
"how hard did they hit you?" y/n lets out an airy laugh, which steve reciprocates.
y/n looks over to the passenger side after parking on the street in front of her dark red door.
"thank you," steve's voice fills the silence of the car.
the two walk out of the and in the housr wordlessly. they both leave their shoes in a pile by the front door, and steve follows y/n to her room. he sees she left the tv and lights on, guessing she left in a hurry.
"you take a shower okay? then if you want i can help with the other cuts."
steve gratefully accepts y/n's offer. he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding once he sits on the edge of y/n's bed. she comes out of the bathroom after starting the shower, and making sure it wasn't too hot.
steve holds his arms open again, making y/n walk towards him. she stands between his thighs as he rests his head against her chest, hearing the pulse of her heartbeat. the girl leans down to place a kiss on his matted curls.
"i'll be here when you get out," y/n whispers into his hair.
as steve showers, he's careful when he reaches and cuts or bruises, and can't help but let more tears fall. by the end of it he couldn't tell if it was tears or water running down his face.
he's quick to dry off and doesn't mind the water falling back onto his face and neck from his wet hair.
he noticed his dried bloody work uniform was replaced by a pair of sweatpants, a tshirt and boxers. he smiled at the thought of y/n keeping a pair of his clothes here for him.
steve leaves the bathroom and is met with y/n coming back into her room with a small basket in her hands.
"hey," she smiles towards steve, "how are you feeling?"
"that was a must needed shower," he chuckles.
"what's that for?" he points to the wooven basket now placed on the bed.
"a couple things to help with your cuts."
after steve came over to y/n's house their junior year, with the aftermath of a fight with jonathan byers, the girl knew to keep a first aid kit just for steve.
y/n instructs for steve to lay on her bed. he gladly let a loud sigh leaves his lips once his back hits the mattress, making y/n chuckle.
she sits on the left side of steve, making her be in the middle of the bed. she easily leans over him to turn on the lamp placed on the night stand. steve can't help but blush at the close proximity.
"these are just wipes, to get any extra dried blood off," y/n starts walking him through the steps.
she's careful when wiping around the cuts on his lips, and is surprised he only winces once.
she moves to his hairline and bruise covering his eye. the swelling has gone down drastically, and she can now look at both of his beautiful brown eyes.
steve keeps his hands folded on his stomach while y/n takes care of him. she goes to the next step and takes peroxide and cotton balls to the cuts.
after the cotton meets his lips he grabs y/n's wrist. she mutters out many apologies, not meaning to hurt steve more.
"it's okay," he stops her rambling apologies, "just hurts way more than i thought it would."
y/n continues treating his wounds. every so often steve's eyes would float to her features. to her concerned eyes, crinkling at the corners. or to her hair that kept falling over her ear, to which she always put back, yet it never stayed.
y/n finally takes a warm towel, steve guessed was from the dryer, and she dabbed it over his lips and eye. she watched his shoulders relax as she held it over his eye.
"are you alright?" she felt like she asked the question a million times tonight.
steve nods, "never better."
another comfortable silence fills the room. steve now sits up, making y/n bring the towel to her lap. steve breaks the silence.
"did you always have that freckle?" his thumb traces the light freckle on her cheek. she blushes from the contact. before she answers, steve moves his hand to fix the strands of hair that have fallen in front of her ear. his hand goes back to holding her cheek.
y/n's eyes move between both of steve's brown ones.
"steve," y/n warns in a whisper as he starts moving closer to her.
"i want you y/n. thats the one thing i've never been more sure of tonight."
his soft words leave a tickling breath over y/n's lips.
y/n makes the move to lean forward. her right hand reaches to hold onto steve's bicep as her lips collide with his. the kiss only lasts for a few seconds before y/n pulls away. her cheeks are flushed as she sees steve's widened pupils.
steve simply pulls her back to him with the hand that was still on her cheek. he turns his head to deepen the kiss, and he can't help but smile against y/n's lips after feeling her hand move to his neck. she grips the damp hair, threading her fingers through it.
steve's left hand goes to y/n's lower back as he moves her to lay down. he's now hovering over her, with his thighs falling between hers.
the two pull away, both with blown pupils, flushed cheeks and swollen lips.
"do you want me to stayâ"
"yes."
steve couldn't even finish his question before y/n answers quickly and pulls him down tp kiss him again, with much more hunger than before.
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steddie â G â wc: 682 â cw: teen dads
a little snippet from my teen dads au: tiny hands, little feet
The bell on the counter dings. Steve tilts his head back with a sigh and gives Robin a sidelong look across the table.
"Nope," she says, flipping through the only magazine they have in the place. They can probably recite the whole issue from memory by now. "I got the last three people. Go work your Harrington charm so I can add another 'you suck' tally."
The bell dings again and Steve groans, kicking Robin's foot as he rounds the table and opens the door leading behind the counter.
The lobby is empty. Great, they're getting ding-dong-ditch'd now. Fan-fucking-tastic.
He rolls his eyes and is about to snatch the bell off the counter and hide it when a tiny hand reaches up and taps it again. Steve holds back a snort, because he knows that tiny hand.
He steps up to the counter and sure enough, there stands a toddler with wild chestnut curls pulled into little pigtails, wearing a pink My Little Pony t-shirt and bright blue shorts.
Steve glances around the lobby and doesn't see anybody else in sight, which means...
He puts on his best customer service voice and gives the girl a smile. "Ahoy there, little lady. How'd you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with with me?"
Of course, she doesn't completely understand any of that. She just blinks up at him and points at the pictures of ice cream.
"St'awb'y, p'ease."
Steve nods. "A wise choice, m'lady." He slides the cooler open and gives his scoop a twirl, making her giggle.
The door opens and Robin slowly peeks her head out, looking flabbergasted. "Who in the world are you talking to? Why are you talking like that?"
"Careful, Buckley," Steve nods towards the child. "There's a princess in our midst. Wouldn't want her to throw you in the dungeon for disrespect."
Robin looks at the tiny child who is watching Steve with rapt attention.
"I think she's more interested in the ice cream, actually."
Steve gasps as he puts a couple scoops into a small bowl. "Hearsay, Buckley. She'll have your head for that." He takes the bowl around the counter and kneels on one knee as if he's a knight, presenting it to her with a bowed head. "The finest strawberry ice cream in all the land, your highness."
She claps her hands and her shoes light up as she stomps her feet. "St'aw'by! T'ank, Da'y!"
Robin's eyes widen and her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. "Daddy?"
"Sailor!"
Eddie Munson comes sliding into the lobby, his shoes squeaking on the waxed floor. He catches himself before he face plants and gasps like he's ran here from the other side of the mall.
"Sailor, honey, you can't run off like that!" he says around gulps of air. "About gave me a heart attack."
Steve picks the child up and scrunches his nose. "I think it might be time to give those backpack leashes a try," he tells him. "She's getting too curious for her own good."
"Wayne said I did the same thing at her age. Said it used to drive my mama crazy, trying to keep track of me." Sailor's chin is sticky with ice cream and Eddie wipes some of it off with his thumb. "You're taking after your old man a little too much, bug."
Sailor holds out her spoon. "Da'y try?"
Eddie can only huff a laugh and shake his head fondly. "Thank you, baby." He leans forward to take a bite of the offered ice cream and then turns to Steve to give him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, I swear I had a hold on her. She saw the Scoops sign and then took off before I could catch her."
Steve sighs. "It looks like we're gonna have a little Road Runner on our hands."
"She definitely takes after you in that department, sweetheart," Eddie grins.
A throat clearing interrupts them and they both look at where Robin has been silently watching the three of them.
"Someone care to fill me in on all of this?"
more snippets from this au
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Eddie only gets told snippets of everyone else's Upside Down experiences after Vecna, like, the sanitized version. The story told by each person but omitting the most personally traumatizing parts. Which means he doesn't know much about Steve and Robin Versus The Russians. Not in its full, gory detail.
So he doesn't think anything of it when Steve has a day off and wants to hang out, just asks if he minds coming with him to Indianapolis. Steve says yes immediately because he just doesn't want to spend another day alone in his big empty house, even if it means several hours in Eddie's deathtrap of a vehicle.
But then they get there and Eddie is parking outside a tattoo parlor and saying he got a last minute booking with his favorite artist and that he's so excited to cover some of the scars he has from the bats and Steve can barely hear him over the fuzziness that seems to be filling his entire brain.
He lets Eddie guide him into the shop, watches Eddie and the tattooist make small talk, follows Eddie to the table, sits on the stool next to him, and tries to look anywhere but at the tattoo gun.
Eddie doesn't notice at first, too jazzed about the idea he and the artist have come up with, blabbering about how he can finally take his shirt off at the lake again. It's not until the line work is done that he realizes Steve's breathing has gone shallow.
He asks the artist if they can take a smoke break before filling the tattoo in with color, and he gently takes Steve's hand and pulls him out back to ask what's wrong. Steve's too deep into a panic attack to answer, so Eddie just puts Steve on the side opposite his new work and pulls him in close, squeezing him as tight as he can and just gently shushing him, running his hand through Steve's hair.
After a few minutes, Steve's breathing easier, and Eddie asks him again if he's okay.
"I'm fine, I just... I hate needles. Ever since the Russians drugged me and Robin. Can't be around them."
Eddie frowns, realizing this must be one of the parts of the story he knows they were keeping from him. "Why did Russians drug you?"
Steve sighs, pulls out of Eddie's grasp, and sits on the ground against the back wall of the tattoo shop. "Dustin picked up a Russian transmission, summer of '85. We translated it, found their secret base under the mall, and realized they were opening the Gate back up. But then we were seen, and to buy time, Robin and I let ourselves get caught so Erica and Dustin could escape and get help."
Eddie sits next to Steve, their knees bumping. "Erica Sinclair? God, that kid really is the most badass of all of us."
"Yeah," Steve laughs. "Anyway, the Russians beat the shit out of me, asking who do you work for and shit like that. Didn't believe me when I said Scoops Ahoy. So they brought in this Doctor and he drugged me and Robin to get us to talk. Just straight up jammed a big ass needle full of mystery drugs into my neck. Ever since then, needles freak me the fuck out. They had to strap me down in the hospital just to get an IV in me when Robin insisted I get the bat bites checked out."
Eddie runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Steve. I never would've brought you here with me if I knew."
"I know," Steve says quietly. "'S'not your fault. I'm trying to get better at being open about things like this but it's just..."
"Hard. Yeah. I wake up screaming most nights, and I can tell Wayne feels bad because he doesn't know what to do. Because he doesn't know what's causing it."
"Yeah," Steve sighs.
They sit quietly out there for another ten minutes before the tattooist comes back out to see if Eddie wants to keep going, and he glances at Steve, sees the way he's gone pale and rigid, and shakes his head. "Sorry, man, think we're gonna have to pick this up another time."
Eddie stands, grabs Steve's hand and hauls him to his feet, and walks inside, never once letting go of Steve. He sets an appointment for a few weeks from now, on a day he knows Steve is working, and they leave the shop.
The second they're in the car, Eddie sees the color returning to Steve's face, and he drives aimlessly through the city, finally stopping at a combination bookstore/cafe.
"Come on then, big boy," he says with a teasing grin. "I do believe I promised to teach you about Hobbits."
#steddie fic#drabble#stranger things fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#just a passing thought I had whilst watching Steve and Robin get drugged
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Hello! can you write a fic for steve harrington with the song âStill Into Youâ by Paramore?? i was thinking like they secretly liked each other through all of high school (hallway/class crush, visiting each other at work âas friendsâ, hanging out as a group but always finding each other) and after they graduate, steve asks her to just hang out for the first time alone and decides to tell her how he feels, but she feels the same???
Stolen glances
Ahh Iâm so sorry this took so long!! I included most of your request I only tweaked it slightly. This also does not follow any time line of the series or anything. Thank you for such a good request!!
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Warnings: none
Word count: 1k
You couldnât count the years that you had liked Steve Harrington on one hand. Youâve known him all throughout high school. It started when he was still king Steve and he walked around like he owned the school, you would frequently make eye contact in the hallways and in class. You thought he was unattainable in every way, be it friends or a relationship, so when he started winking at you when you caught each others eyes you took it he was teasing you.
You werenât unpopular by any means, you were just average which means you mostly fly under the radar of the popular people like Steve. However, Your hallway relationship shifted when he was dethroned by billy. You saw the change in him as a person and you liked the new him even more. He seemed a lot more approachable. The change you saw in your relationship could be in your imagination but you were hopeful that the new sense of longing in his eyes when you made eye contact was real.
It was a shock when only a few weeks later after this change you saw him at scoops ahoy. You almost did a 180 and speed walked away from the shop but Steve had already seen you. It was like he wanted you to approach the counter and you definitely couldnât walk away now, so gathering all your confidence you joined the short queue of a few people. You noticed Steve taking glances at you but kept your focus elsewhere, afraid that making eye contact again would make you melt like the ice cream you were about to get.
When it was your turn you were thankful Steve was behind the counter and had to start the conversation with âwhat would you like today?â. Your conversation carried on as normal til he was cashing your order up and he lifted his head to you. You could tell he had words on the tip of his tongue he wanted to say but he just shook his head and handed you your change. The interaction left you slightly deflated but you could always come back.
You became a regular at the ice cream shop, Steve getting your usual order ready for you as soon as he saw you at the door. You and Steve mostly exchanged the usual pleasantries but sometimes if you were lucky you would talk about each others day or joke about one of your teachers. You looked forward to your interactions everyday and your little crush grew a bit more every time he smiled at you. At school your looks in the hallway now lasted a lot longer with both of your friend groups catching onto the obvious tension between you both.
During your visits to the ice cream shop you had also become sort of friends with Robin, who was the one to make the move neither you or Steve were willing to do. She invited you to hang out with their friend group for an arcade night. You were happy to agree and left feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. What you didnât see was Steve bickering with Robin about what she just did, you were long gone in the mall fantasising about all the possibilities that could happen. Steve wanted to murder Robin, he couldnât talk to you. Ever since he lost his title of king Steve he had also lost his way to flirt with women. He wanted the ground to swallow him up.
When the night came you were pleasantly surprised to find you got along with everyone, even the kids of the group who were a few years younger. You had mainly talked to Robin and Nancy during the night only interacting with Steve in bigger group settings, it was still more than what had happened the past few years though. However, robin and Nancy had a plan to set you and Steve up. So they both made an excuse to leave which left you and Steve alone. It was awkward for the first few minutes neither knowing what to say but once the awkwardness was cut you found that you got along like a house on fire. You actually shared many of the same interests and values, this did not help your crush on him whatsoever.
You both got invested into the conversation and blocked the rest of the world out, you had forgotten anything existed outside of Steveâs eyes. The loud noise of the arcade eventually weighed on your ears though and the conversation moved outside. This made your conversation take a deeper route. The air between you felt different, in the quiet air not much needed to be said anymore you just stood next to each other taking the world in. Steve broke the comfortable silence first. He was looking down at the ground and nervously ran a hand through his hair when he quietly said âyou know Iâve liked you since I first saw you in the hallway?â. You didnât know what to say, you didnât think this was a possibility and it shocked you to your core. Your silence made Steve nervous though, he couldnât read your expression and it sent him into nervous rambling. Your brain short circuited and with a boost of adrenaline you shut him up with a harder than anticipated kiss to his lips which caused Steve to stumble back a bit. He kissed you back with passion and need that had grown from all the longing gazes you had shared. You both reluctantly pulled away out of breath, foreheads resting against each other. You breathily said âwe wasted so many years, Iâve been into you since the startâ. You both laughed at the pure shock of the situation. After a few more shared kisses Steve finally asked you out on a date, one that you had both waited years for.
You and Steve recount these memories years later with fondness. You both still get butterflies when looking into each others eyes just like you used to when your eyes met in the hallways, you will never get over the butterflies he gives you because your both still very much into each other. Not a day goes by that youâre not into each other, you and Steve share a very content life with each other, one that you would never get over how you got so lucky.
Thank you for reading!
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steddie | G | wc: 682 | teen dads
a little snippet from my teen dads au: tiny hands, little feet
The bell on the counter dings. Steve tilts his head back with a sigh and gives Robin a sidelong look across the table.
âNope,â she says, flipping through the only magazine they have in the place. They can probably recite the whole issue from memory by now. âI got the last three people. Go work your Harrington charm so I can add another âyou suckâ tally.â
The bell dings again and Steve groans, kicking Robinâs foot as he rounds the table and opens the door leading behind the counter.
The lobby is empty. Great, theyâre getting ding-dong-ditchâd now. Fan-fucking-tastic.
He rolls his eyes and is about to snatch the bell off the counter and hide it when a tiny hand reaches up and taps it again. Steve holds back a snort, because he knows that tiny hand.
He steps up to the counter and sure enough, there stands a toddler with wild chestnut curls pulled into little pigtails, wearing a pink My Little Pony t-shirt and bright blue shorts.
Steve glances around the lobby and doesnât see anybody else in sight, which meansâŚ
He puts on his best customer service voice and gives the girl a smile. âAhoy there, little lady. Howâd you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with with me?â
Of course, she doesnât completely understand any of that. She just blinks up at him and points at the pictures of ice cream.
âSt'awb'y, p'ease.â
Steve nods. âA wise choice, m'lady.â He slides the cooler open and gives his scoop a twirl, making her giggle.
The door opens and Robin slowly peeks her head out, looking flabbergasted. âWho in the world are you talking to? Why are you talking like that?â
âCareful, Buckley,â Steve nods towards the child. âThereâs a princess in our midst. Wouldnât want her to throw you in the dungeon for disrespect.â
Robin looks at the tiny child who is watching Steve with rapt attention.
âI think sheâs more interested in the ice cream, actually.â
Steve gasps as he puts a couple scoops into a small bowl. âHearsay, Buckley. Sheâll have your head for that.â He takes the bowl around the counter and kneels on one knee as if heâs a knight, presenting it to her with a bowed head. âThe finest strawberry ice cream in all the land, your highness.â
She claps her hands and her shoes light up as she stomps her feet. âSt'aw'by! T'ank, Da'y!â
Robinâs eyes widen and her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. âDaddy?â
âSailor!â
Eddie Munson comes sliding into the lobby, his shoes squeaking on the waxed floor. He catches himself before he face plants and gasps like heâs ran here from the other side of the mall.
âSailor, honey, you canât run off like that!â he says around gulps of air. âAbout gave me a heart attack.â
Steve picks the child up and scrunches his nose. âI think it might be time to give those backpack leashes a try,â he tells him. âSheâs getting too curious for her own good.â
âWayne said I did the same thing at her age. Said it used to drive my mama crazy, trying to keep track of me.â Sailorâs chin is sticky with ice cream and Eddie wipes some of it off with his thumb. âYouâre taking after your old man a little too much, bug.â
Sailor holds out her spoon. âDa'y try?â
Eddie can only huff a laugh and shake his head fondly. âThank you, baby.â He leans forward to take a bite of the offered ice cream and then turns to Steve to give him an apologetic look. âIâm sorry, I swear I had a hold on her. She saw the Scoops sign and then took off before I could catch her.â
Steve sighs. âIt looks like weâre gonna have a little Road Runner on our hands.â
âShe definitely takes after you in that department, sweetheart,â Eddie grins.
A throat clearing interrupts them and they both look at where Robin has been silently watching the three of them.
âSomeone care to fill me in on all of this?â
buy me a â?
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