#reebok answer 4

[kibun-niji]

[grrl-beetle]

Reebok Answer 4

[decodedlvr]

~ never did this before | virgin!Eddie Munson x virgin! Thick!Fem Reader \\ modern au

This story is based off the song Wet Dreamz by Jcole **recommend listening to it first to understand the story// can be perceived/read regardless if you are a poc; as I am mixed ♡ [descriptions of reader having tan skin and brown eyes; so it meets in the middle if you are a poc or not]

• Summary: after weeks of flirting and crushing on each other, you finally pop a serious question into your bestfriend Eddie’s head, and he has a hard time providing you with an honest answer // this is more like a rom com

• Warnings: MDNI; smut (not too explicitly) fluff, both kinda experienced? soft Eddie, cocky Eddie, sassy reader, brief mentions of smoking and drinking, he’s a little bit of a perv, masturbation, 69, protected piv, premature ejaculation, heavy petting, grinding, confessions, slight insecure thoughts? (both are 18+) word count :3.4k //sry 4 errors

Eddie’s Pov

Calculus. The last class of the day. My favorite class overall.

There she sat, giggling on her phone, showing me silly photos she took of her dog Skittle, the sun shining just right on her honey toned tanned skin, hair laying just as perfect as ever in that simple, claw clip. Curls and wavy bangs sectioned to shape her face, brown eyes that matched mine and oh those glossy lips..

I wanna kiss you so fucking bad baby.

Her outfit of the day, that new pink and black checkered shirt she got at the mall that I drove her to.

It’s so tight on you sweetheart, your tits look beautiful today.

White Reeboks as I have, but very much cleaner…

Those 100% perfectly stretchy, acid wash jeans you wear every week that fit your ass so fucking bad.. fuck don’t bend over.. don’t—

“Eddie? what’s wrong with you?”

Fuck— didn’t realize the moan that I slipped out when she dropped her phone, she cracked it..but all I could focus on were the back of her thighs when she bent over

“Sorry uh- I think I’m just sore from carrying those amps last night”, he says now rubbing his not sore bicep with a pout

Lie.

“Oh babe I’m sorry, come by later and I can rub it out for you” she replies

Why the fuck would you say that to me right now—

“Oh yeah? You’d just love to get your hands on me always huh sweetheart? ” leaning back in my seat, with a cocky smile

You blush and shove my arm playfully “you’re so stupid, you know what I meant”

——

She’s been like this for the past month, after Harringtons party. Smoking and drinking under that patio umbrella, away from everyone else. Laughing, holding on to each other for dear life. I tell her jokes, she ugly laughs. I love her laugh, it’s not fake it’s genuine like her.

We met at the drink table, both preferring whiskey over the red shit they put out.

We talked about our intrests, I was very suprised and impressed with how she carried herself. How she talked about herself. How she sat comfortably on my lap; as if we knew each other for forever.

Obviously her thick hips in that royal blue, tacky dress she wore caught my attention first

It takes a certain kinda person to make me laugh but she.. she was probably the most funniest and beautiful fucking girl I’ve never seen. A few beauty marks as she would call it, scattered down her neck and arms. Eyelashes so dark she could always pass on the mascara, the sweet charm and sass she had to her.. she was something different.

She was fresh to town and it was relief to meet someone new. Similar childhood experiences, divorced parents but her dad stopped reaching out to them. Her mom was just a bitch to her. Very narcissistic person but, she had her kind moments. She definitely wasn’t the worse mother I’ve ever heard of.

All of that lead to a heavy make out session in the bathroom.

Sitting at the edge of the toilet, her scratching the back of my head with those sharp coffin shaped nails, me squeezing the fat of her ass on my lap. Hell, I was surprised how into this she was.. considering I’ve only kissed two girls in my life.

Sure I’ve watched my fair share of porn, visited sex stores, took a few notes; even got a handy under the bleachers last year from Carol. She forgot to pay for the weed I gave her, she offered, why not.

“Oh yeah, what’s your name again?” I ask kissing down her neck

“Y/N, but you can call me anything you want right now” she whimpers at the feeling of me nipping her throat

-“fuck you’re a r-really good kisser”

“-could say the same about you sweetheart” feeling the roll of her heat over my already strained dick.

I wonder how many guys she’s done this with

“Sorry, I don’t usually do this but, there’s just something so sexy about you”—

Biggest fucking ego boot ever.

“Fuck baby, if you keep talkin to me like that I’m gonna bust”

“Awe, am I making you feel some typa way Eddie?” She smirks looking down at me

“You know you are”

—

Unfortunately that ended quicker than it started, Robin got too hungover and needed our space.

She told me her classes and we exchanged numbers.

After that we talked everyday on FaceTime after getting home from school. I show her a new guitar riff and she shows me the new necklaces or shirts she ordered.

Sometimes she’d forget she was on camera and changed out of her bra a few times.

Hey, couldn’t help but to look come on, I am just a man

I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve fucked myself to that imagine every morning.. and evening and night..

Slept on the phone together, hung out at lunch together.

I only ever seen her at lunch other than at the end of the day in Mrs. Wilson’s calculus class. Bringing us back to now

——

“Mr. Munson are you done chatting now?” Wilson knocks me out of my trance

“Sorry bout that, yes ma’am” giving her a thumbs up sitting back up straight as she rolls her eyes subtly.

You slide me note. Folded up, in blue highlighted letters

You ever have sex before? Circle Yes or No ♡

fuck—we never even discuss stuff like that! how haven’t we? Don’t embarrass yourself man

Course I have, why? what’s got you so curious? ;)

I watch her look away quickly, gulping when she covers the paper to respond back

Well.. you’re cute and shit & was wondering if you wanna come over friday..? My parents have been gone all week and..we can hang or do whatever.. ♡

Did she wanna fuck? I hope so —wait you’re a virgin idiot, wait is she? probably not

I’m already there babe ;)

I reply with an easy smile, hiding the fact I’m in a state of panic

Good.. and uh bring those handcuffs on your wall too.. ♡

No way she’s a virgin talking like that

She rushes outta the classroom at the bell, turning back with a wink

Holy shit I gotta talk to Harrington.

“-and that’s what I’m saying dude, just sweet talk her, treat her like a princess, rub her in all the right places”—

“Okay but what ARE those places? I know her like tits and shit.. and well under her panties but what does it feel like? Ya know putting in it? What if I cum too fast and she laughs or runs away and never talks to me again..”—

I’ve been pacing back in forth in Family Video, loud where all the customers could hear. Definitely loud enough for Robin to upchuck her lunch

“No Eddie- just, come back here— Rob? watch the front please?” Steve grabs me by the shoulder making a bee line to the stock room

Sitting on the empty table still trying to gather my thoughts of Steve’s advice. “Well?” I rush out

“Damn man let me sit down first” he scoffs pulling a chair over to me

“Alright, you wanna know what inside a vagina feels like right?”

“Jesus, can you just say pussy or some shit”

“Same thing” he glared

“Okay well it’s not really sexy to just say vagina-

-“god Eddie, do you wanna know or not?” I can tell I’m testing his patience, I shut my lips, nodding eagerly

“Okay, so It’s like this- well like wet and really, really warm, almost like hot bath around your dick or a tight hug”—

“Wow, a hot bath thanks for the analogy Steve, I’ll make sure to take one when I get home”

He deadpans at me. “You asked me and I’m telling you, it’s hard to really explain other than a tight, wet warm hug. Oh!” he snaps his finger”-and sometimes it’ll tighten around your cock when she’s about to cum and holy shit dude— you better hold your load because the first time I had sex, it lasted about 10 seconds” My eyes widen

“WHAT!?” I shout before him shushing me “King Steve was a minute man?”— I joke

“Hey I said at first, when you get used to having sex your stamina gets better and for me personally”— he leans in “I can last approximately 45 minutes and 27 seconds” he sits back proudly

Cocky bastard.

Shit.

How long will I last? Will jerking off more boost my stamina?

——

Since that afternoon I did as much research as a I could, making a DIY sponge fleshlight.

That was a fail, got carpet burn.

Even bought condoms from the corner store, didnt know what size i was so, i grabbed all 4 boxes

Practicing my stroke game, using my pillow as a hole.

Down. Glide. Up. Down. Guide up.

Ow, fuck, cramp, cramp

This shits hard. My back hurts.

Throwing away the 8th used condom of the day, tossing myself in my desk chair, forehead sweaty, wrists throbbing; hearing my phone go off

FaceTime from Crush🖤

“Ah, fuck”— grabbing a shirt, wiping off the excess sweat off my skin, putting my pants back on, setting the phone up on my night stand, grabbing the guitar quickly setting it on my lap— “Hey! Sweetheart, what’s up, what are you up to?”

“I could ask you the same thing why is your face so red?” She asks giggling, laying on her tummy, tits spilling out , kicking her socked feet from behind

“Just took a hot shower is all”

“But your hairs not wet?” you give me a suspicious look, “Oh yeah, I just tied it up..sooo still want me over tomorrow?”

“Hell yeah! I picked up cookie dough the edible kind because I know you like that anddddd”- she reaches over her phone to grab something—“I rented whole stab franchise for a throwback”- showing me her laptop screen

“Well, that sounds like a party to me”

“You got that right..” She replies, biting her lip as if I didn’t notice,- “Anywaysss, just calling to remind you, see you tomorrow im tired, goodnight dummy *mwah*

She always ends our calls with a kiss on screen

Fuck I’m hard again

“Can’t wait sweetheart, sweet dreams” ending the call, looking down at my bulge

Welp, gotta jerk off again

Friday. THE day I might lose my virginity to the sexiest girl in school. My best friend.

I wake up earlier than usual, do my morning ritual, a joint. My nerves making me shower twice.

Should I shave?

Would she care?

A little trim wouldn’t hurt

May or may have not nicked my balls. Not too bad, maybe she won’t notice. Finding my nicest pair of jet black jeans I own, I only wear ‘em for special occasions and a wife beater? Nah that’s too much right? A flannel would help. Yeah. Definitely.

Hey I look kinda good, checking myself out in the mirror

Alright, wallet, keys, condoms, I glance over at the cuffs on the wall. Can’t forget those, stuffing them in my back pocket

—

My palms are sweaty, fuck even my ass is sweating.. 3 cigarettes already in, on my way to her house; of course I have a bad fucking hair day today, so I just opted for a low bun.

Before I could even knock, you open the door my jaw already on the floor

“Hi dummy!” You jump giving me a hug, pulling me inside.

What the hell is she wearing

A transparent green knitted, cropped sweater

is that her nipple I see? Those goddamn Nike shorts are doing her a favor—“Someone’s excited to see me?” Kicking off my shoes

“I’m always excited to see you.. also nice hair”

and neck goddamn, what is hell is he wearing you think, already feeling horny from the sight of my neck being so exposed

those jeans are doing his fine ass a favor

fuck I’m wet already

“Come on, already got it all set up for us”

“Lead the way princess” following behind you

I need to bite those fuckin legs.

——

We always sit like this on movie nights. Me against your headboard, back against my chest. I don’t remember how it started but I love it.

“Didn’t David Arquette also play in Spree?”

I squint back at the tv, “Uh yeah yeah he did, he was Kurt’s dad I think”

She replies with a mouthful “omyeah”

My hands have been holding both sides of her hips the whole time, occasionally rubbing them with my thumbs; every time I do it your breath picks up

Something else is about to be up—

“Huh?”

“Did you even hear me? You’ve been zoning out a lot recently”, you say sitting crisscross

“Something on your mind Ed’s?”

Gulp

“No no just— “ sigh

“Yeah, you. You’ve been on my mind.”

She smiles looking down, cocking her head to the side

“Oh yeah? Been thinking about me have you?” She grins

“You have no idea. ”

My breath hitches when you straddle me

Fuck me

“Wanna tell me these thoughts you’ve been having?” she asks twirling a piece of my bang

Remember what Steve said, sweet talk her

“Why don’t I just show you pretty girl”

Her smirk instantly falls, cheeks crimson “shit.. okay”

Running my hand up your thighs firmly, wrapping my arm around your lower back, my free hand pulling your face closer into my lips. “Like that baby?”

Who the fuck are you she thinks

“Fuck, yeah kiss me again”, I stare blankly until my eyes turn to pure lust, pushing her down to her back climbing on top to ease my tongue back into her mouth, my hips grinding into yours, hearing you whimper…

You’d think that’d make me harder but it’s when you grind back into me that did it

“You’re so beautiful you know that baby?.. fuck been missing these lips for weeks..”

“Shit, me too, been needing you so close to my body recently it’s been killin me,” she whines, rubbing her hands down my chest

—“that’s why I asked you to come over, could tell you were feeling me too”

You’re right about that, I mumble sucking your neck,

I’ve practiced giving myself hickies on my arms freshmen year.

Eddie, score

“That tank top Eddie.. t-take off the flannel let me see you? Please?” You ask giving me doe eyes. I sit up eagerly throwing it about, she sits up on her elbows, throwing off her sweater

The goddamn groan I let out

Jesus Christ

You lie back down bashfully covering yourself

A whore being shy huh?

“Whattt? She asks feeling self conscious,

“You’re..fuck.. just let me get a closer look please?” I plead, you nod shyly

Squeezing your breasts hard in my palm, licking my lips, nipping them, kissing them, hearing you gasp “holy shit -

“What??”

I do it again, in combination with my tongue, She doesn’t stop me she moans, making me feel bolder, “ Lemme take these off?” My thumbs already ready to yank your shorts down

You don’t answer

“Hey, it’s just me you know you’re beautiful to me, right?”

“Yes..you can take em off” she whispers

Thinking it’d be hot to yank them down quick like those sex movies

I try it..

“Ow! Fuck what the hell?” She jerks

I didn’t know she had the goddamn drawstring tied. , “Ow..you pout rubbing your hip, “Shit I’m sorry! I’m sorry”

I’m already fucking up, “It’s okay.. it’s just tied” she says undoing them pulling them off herself, holding her hands in her lap

I lean down to kiss both hips as an apology, looking up at you slowly undoing your hands

Cute little hair she has

“Can I um..”

She looks down at me gaining back her confidence, “You wanna eat me don’t you?” My eyes widen, gripping her side, “Yesss.. really bad” but I don’t know how to —

“Can I see you too?” again with that lip bite

“Of course” okay.. here goes nothing whispering to myself , yanking my jeans and all down in one swift motion, staring at the spot on the ceiling

You scoff with the sour look, “Oh my god”

WHAT WHAT WHAT

“You’re packing Eddie”

“Oh..thank fuck, really? I wouldn’t say that but..” I sit back in front of her

“Can I touch it?” You ask still staring at my cock

-..But I wanna taste you.. what if we..you lay on me but backwards..? Like 69?” I recommend

She nods eagerly, nervously but very excited, “Okay.. just don’t look at my asshole.. there’s a spot on it that looks like I didn’t wipe but it’s not what you think! It’s a freckle..”, I chuckle, rubbing your cheek nodding

Laying down flat, you swing your legs over my face

Oh god fuck, “Such a pretty pussy” i mumble

Suck a pretty cock you think

You’re both horny as fuck, both licking on each other immediately —“Jesus fuck!” I shout, hearing and feeling you choke on my dick

“Y/n, y-you done this before?”

“Yeah—“

Damnit.

-“But it was with a guy at my old school, said I was the best head he ever had” , you say rubbing my balls

Hot.

Okay Eddie do what feels right

so that’s the clit? how cute

Bringing my lips around your nub, licking you, tasting you, “Oh god why do you taste so good, you smell so..sweet?”

“Was that a question?” You ask popping my dick outta your mouth

“No, no just the sweetest pussy I’ve never tasted”-

the only pussy I’ve ever tasted

I’ve never smelt anything like this, I think I’m addicted

Flicking my tongue a few time feeling you react in a high pitched moan, sucking and massaging it lightly, my eyes flutter spotting your ass hole winking at me

“Holy shit” she’s pretty everywhere

“What?”

“You have such a pretty ass” blurting out

“Eddie! I told you not to look!” She whines trying to climb off, “Shut up I do what I want”saying firmly, pulling you back down by your thighs; sticking my pointer finger in your cunt,

so that’s the squeeze Steve was talking about

“Ohmyg— fuckk yes please” she vibrates around me, a guttural moan purging from my throat, curling my finger like they said —

“Oh! Fuck yes keep doing that Eddie baby please”—

“I am, I am baby you just suck my dick”—

Holy shit who am I—

“-Eddie I think I’m gonna cum yep, I’m gonna cum..”—

“Wait really?”

“Yes!”

“Really?” Asking again “YES EDDIE SHUT UP AND KEEP GOING, FUCK”—

Thrusting faster, licking faster I feel your wetness roll down and down into my mouth instantly making me cum in yours

“Fuck baby like that, fuck did you..just swallow?—“ I ask but you proceed to keep sucking-“OKAY OKAY, stop, s-shit!”

Pleading trying to stop you from overstimulating me further, “Shit.. sweetheart, that dude was right, that was the best head I’ve ever got”

The only head I’ve ever got

She lays back down beside me with a large grin,” Was that your first time getting head? You came so fast for me”

Lie.

Not replying I get up, finding the condom in my Jean pocket, “What’re ya doing?” You ask with a questioned expression, “Condom?” I hold up “Oh, oh yeah yeah right duh”—

Fuck I forgot with which way it goes on— got it

Turning back to you, cock still hard, nudging your core

You give me a small smile, watching me hesitantly about to slip my tip in

“Wait! Wait!”-

“What? Sorry, I didn’t ask”—

“Eddie I need to tell you something..”

“Yeah?”

“I can tell you definitely know what you’re doing but I just.. be gentle because I’ve never done this before..”

never done this before, never done this before

I stare like a deer in headlights, the weight off my shoulders lifted. I laugh sarcastically to myself , “That’s, well.. I should probably tell you I’ve never done it either.. like ima”—

“Virgin too?”

“Yeah, surprise?” feeling embarrassed, “How did I not know that? We tell each other everything” shrugging, “Not sure, but I’m glad you told me before I stuck ya”

“Ew don’t say stuck me weirdo”

“Look, I don’t know what I’m doing at all, I had to ask Steve for advice.. I figured you would know more I mean since you wanted my handcuffs”-, you bite your lip, head shaking

“I said that because, I figured you’d know how to use em”

“There actually just for decoration sweetheart, looked kinda metal”, we laugh in awe with each other , “But here we are..” I say biting the skin on my lip—

“Yeah here we are” you look back up at me, hopeful, “Do you wanna stop?”

“No..do you wanna stop?”

“Nah, been hoping you’d be my first actually”, you blush at my statement pulling me down for a deep kiss , “Let’s do it..”

“..but what if I cum too fast? that would be humiliating”—

- “I understand how it works.. don’t feel bad if you do, I promise I won’t laugh Ed’s” she squeezes my hand lovingly

My heart is erect

I nod, looking over all of you again, spreading your thighs a little wider, “I’ll go slow”

Furrowing my brows in consentration, slipping my tip in, surprisingly not easy mother fuck—

“Holy fuck you’re so-

“Tight? I know I have a hard time fingering my self as is”

“Why would you tell me that at this very second,” I try not to laugh, holding my shit together, “that’s so hot by the way,” bottoming you out, we gasp in sync

“Oh god”-

“What?”

“Holy god”—

“What!?? You alright?” She asks , “I’m about to cum already”—

“I told you, it’s okay”

“I know but that’s so embarrassing”

You clench around me on purpose, suddenly your eyes widen, feeling a warmth from inside, while also hearing me grunt almost in pain above you

Silence.

“Im so sorry fuck,” pulling out, shocked at how full my condom is, “Did you cum?”, she scrunches her nose, “No silly”

“But you squeezed me?”

“Yeah but, I didn’t have an orgasm”

Fucking Steve

-“But Steve said when a girl cums she clenchs around us” explaining further—

“First off, I’m gonna need you to not take advice from Steve and second, I mean according to my girlfriends we do.. it’s like a few squeezes but apparently we really squeeze for a long time when we do cum? Maybe even shake? I’m not sure but I think I’d know when I felt it”

Well shit

He looks like a sad puppy this won’t do you think

“But hey, we can try again right? Don’t be embarrassed if anything it’s kinda hot”

“Really?”

“I mean yeah, I made you cum in under like 1 second, biggest ego boot ever” you lighten the mood, nudging my shoulder smiling at me, pulling me for another kiss, “Don’t ever tell anyone that” holding my forehead to yours

You smirk, holding your pinky up “I promise”, Interlocking mine, noticing your body shifted closer, staring at your lips, “Let me try again Sweetheart” your eyes also on mine, nodding, crawling back to you, chasing your touch, taking each others breath—

Was that a car door??

“Is someone here?”

“Honey we’re home!”

FUCK, not now!!

(again recommend you listen to Wet dreamz by Jcole; it’s a bop)

reblogs appreciated // this was fun. let me know your thoughts? I do realize the smut was kinda rushed? Should there be a part 2? Suggestions? Comments? Feel like I should have kept going for them to restart again but I dunno🤷🏽‍♀️

[campbyler]

hello!

this is a little bit random, but do the characters have any specific hairstyles you'd been envisioning for them? or any specific vibes/style when it comes to clothes?

i really like to doodle and this fic is my current brain-focus, so i was curious!

hello suni here! thea answered with some hair references for the entire party here but because i am extra as all hell, here are moodboards for mike and will’s styles (with more for the rest of the party to follow)!

acswy will is a big fan of sweaters and stripes (!!) and he looooves a good colorblock moment! i see him in a lot of earth tones (it’s easier for him to match and layer that way. he’s just like me fr) with the exception of a few choice colors (bright yellow, red, etc). to Us he’s also a shoes guy but in a very lowkey and Normal manner which is why the bowie reeboks have been in my pinterest board for camp au will for months now bc i think he sees them somewhere and then saves up for months to buy them and then immediately refuses to wear them anywhere out of fear of getting them dirty lol (also peep the byler shoes 👁️👁️) he’ll prioritize comfort over fashion a lot of the time — ergo the infamous hanes six pack of t-shirts from chapter 1 — but when it’s not one million degrees out and when he is not about to get covered in dirt, this is the look he’s going for!

to us acswy mike is also a big proponent of comfort and and practicality but he’s also a grade A dork LOL he has a thing about jackets the way will has a thing about shoes so thrift finds like his beloved leather and denim jackets are a staple for most of the year! (not summer though. obviously.) i think he would love a good crewneck + shorts moment in the spring especially (the “shorty short shorts” are literally the length of the shorts in the middle photo so idk what will was getting so worked up about 🙄) and he owns one million really stupid shirts that he wears all the time that will definitely does not find endearing. also to us mike loves collecting vintage pins so below the cut are some we think he would have been so so so excited to find:

(the whale one was admittedly a little self indulgent bc i want that pin but who cares i think he’d like it)

+ links: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

[leasstories]

Lea’s advent calendar day 24 - Fate

@writerthreads writing prompt for Christmas (2022), prompt 4 :

[Snowed in together in a bookstore]

Eddie x gn!reader

No trigger warning

WC: ≈ 0.6K words

December 23rd, 1985

Thank god your shift is almost over. It is 6 pm and your shift ends at 6:30 pm. There is only one client in the bookstore. He has long, curly hair, he is dressed in ripped jeans, a leather and a denim jacket and white and blue dirty reeboks. You find the young man pretty attractive and admire him discretely while pretending to put books on a shelf.

The young man is currently looking at the fantasy section of your bookstore, you smile. You consider giving him recommendations as you are a fantasy novels fan, but you decide against it, too shy and flustered to approach him.

After ten good minutes, the attractive young man checks out. He bought Unfinished Tales of Númenor and Middle-earth by J.R.R Tolkien.

“Great choice” you tell him smiling and giving him his change.

“I really loved The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, so I thought I’d give it a try.” Eddie says, smiling at you.

Your heart is almost bursting out from your chest when Eddie smiles at you.

“I… I finished it last week and if you loved the other books, you’ll like it.” You tell him softly and a bit shyly.

Eddie takes the book and goes toward the door when he realized that it snowed so much that he is stuck in the bookstore, he turns around, clearing his throat.

“I think we are snowed in…” Eddie tells you, embarrassed.

You join Eddie towards the door to check and you really are snowed in.

“I’m so sorry…” You profusely apologize.

“Hey… hey… it’s not your fault darling.” Eddie tells you reassuringly.

You go sit on one of the stools you use to arrange the higher shelves.

“Make yourself at home” You tell Eddie.

Eddie sits on the ground and look at his book. Eddie can’t take the silence, so he ends up asking.

“Who’s your favorite character in The Lord of The Rings?”

“I really love Galadriel, she’s so powerful, she shows that women can be powerful too. What about you?” you ask.

“I really love Bilbo and Frodo, the two of them are supposed to be Hobbits and they end up becoming heroes. I wish I could be as brave as them.” Eddie tells you earnestly.

“I’m sure you’re braver than you give yourself credit for!” you exclaim.

“If someone were asking me to follow them into Mordor, I wouldn’t.” Eddie answers.

“It’s not about going into Mordor. You’re brave in your own way Eddie. Being yourself is being brave.” You tell him.

“You remember my name?” Eddie asks.

“Of course, I do, I’ve been sharing classes with you my entire childhood. It’s not because I graduated two years ago that I forgot you.” You say shyly.

Eddie tells your name to make sure he didn’t get it wrong.

“That’s me.” You answer.

“You’re really cute” he blurts out.

You start blushing and shyly look at your feet.

“Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself.” You tell him.

“After the snowstorm and all, would you be okay… I mean would it be okay if I took you out on a date?” Eddie says, nervously fidgeting. It is the first time ever you see Eddie nervous.

“It would me more than okay” you answer smiling.

“Okay! Then it settled!” Eddie says. “And let’s use this time we are stuck into the bookstore let’s get to know each other more!” Eddie suggests.

“That would be amazing too” You say smiling bigger than you’ve ever smiled.

[sportixfootwear]

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Nike is one of the world’s leading sports shoes manufacturers, and it has a significant presence in Delhi. Known for its innovative technologies like Zoom Air, Flyknit, and React foam, Nike shoes are designed to cater to athletes who demand performance and comfort. Whether you are running a marathon or training for a competition, sports shoes manufacturers in Delhi like Nike provide cutting-edge options.

2. Adidas India

Adidas is another prominent name in the sports footwear industry, and their sports shoes manufactured in Delhi are designed with advanced technologies like Boost cushioning, Primeknit uppers, and Torsion support systems. Adidas is perfect for anyone looking for shoes that offer great support, durability, and comfort for sports like running, football, and more.

3. Puma India

Puma is a globally recognized brand that manufactures stylish and functional sports shoes in Delhi. Whether you’re playing basketball, training, or running, sports shoes manufacturers in Delhi like Puma deliver innovative shoes with technologies such as Ignite foam for added support and cushioning.

4. Reebok India

Reebok, a subsidiary of Adidas, is a leading name in fitness footwear, and its products are crafted for comfort and performance. The sports shoes manufactured by Reebok in Delhi cater to various activities, including running, cross-training, and aerobics. With features like Flexweave technology, these shoes are durable and comfortable for intense workouts.

5. Sparx

Sparx is a well-known local brand offering affordable yet reliable sports shoes. As one of the top sports shoes manufacturers in Delhi, Sparx provides footwear designed for casual sports and everyday use. Their shoes are known for being lightweight, durable, and budget-friendly, offering a great alternative for those looking for comfort at an affordable price.

6. Lotto India

Lotto is another popular name in Delhi’s sports footwear industry, providing durable and comfortable shoes for football, running, and other sports. Sports shoes made in Delhi by Lotto are known for their strong traction, cushioning, and performance-oriented designs, making them a reliable choice for athletes.

Types of Sports Shoes Manufactured in Delhi

When it comes to sports shoes, sports shoes manufacturers in Delhi offer a wide range of options to suit different sports and physical activities. Let’s take a look at the most common types of sports shoes you can find in the market.

1. Running Shoes

Running shoes are specifically designed to provide comfort and support for runners. These shoes are lightweight, cushioned, and have shock-absorbing soles to protect against the impact of running on hard surfaces. Sports shoes manufactured in Delhi for running include features like Air or Boost cushioning to reduce pressure on your joints.

2. Basketball Shoes

Basketball shoes are built for lateral movements, quick stops, and jumps. These shoes provide excellent ankle support and stability, which is essential for the sport. Sports shoes made by manufacturers in Delhi for basketball feature high-top designs and durable outsoles for traction on indoor courts.

3. Football Shoes

Football shoes, also known as cleats, are designed to give players better grip on grass or turf fields. These shoes have studs or cleats on the sole that provide stability during fast movements and sudden direction changes. Sports shoes manufactured in Delhi by brands like Adidas and Puma offer various stud patterns for different field conditions.

4. Training Shoes

Training shoes are versatile, designed for a variety of sports and gym workouts. These shoes provide stability for weightlifting, flexibility for cardio exercises, and support for general workouts. Sports shoes manufactured by Delhi-based companies are perfect for cross-training activities.

5. Casual Sports Shoes

Casual sports shoes are a great option for those who engage in light activities like walking or light jogging. These shoes combine comfort and style, making them ideal for everyday wear. Many local sports shoes manufacturers in Delhi like Bata and Sparx offer affordable yet comfortable options for casual wear.

Factors to Consider When Buying Sports Shoes in Delhi

When buying sports shoes manufactured in Delhi, it’s essential to keep several factors in mind to ensure you get the best fit and performance for your needs.

1. Purpose

Consider the sport or activity you’ll be engaging in. Running shoes, basketball shoes, and training shoes each serve different purposes, so choose shoes that are specifically designed for your activity.

2. Fit and Comfort

Fit is crucial when choosing sports shoes. Ill-fitting shoes can cause blisters and discomfort, so make sure to get shoes that fit snugly but are not too tight. Sports shoes manufacturers in Delhi often provide different size options, so try the shoes on before purchasing.

3. Cushioning and Support

For high-impact activities like running or basketball, look for shoes with proper cushioning to absorb shock. Support for your arches and ankles is also essential to avoid injuries.

4. Durability

Durability is an important factor when purchasing sports shoes, especially for intense activities. Shoes made from high-quality materials like synthetic leather or mesh tend to last longer and withstand wear and tear. Sports shoes manufactured in Delhi by reputed brands like Adidas and Nike are known for their durability.

5. Brand Reputation

Choose sports shoes manufacturers in Delhi with a strong reputation for producing high-quality, reliable footwear. Established brands like Nike, Adidas, and Puma are trusted by athletes worldwide for their performance and durability.

FAQs About Sports Shoes Manufacturers in Delhi

1. Who are the leading sports shoes manufacturers in Delhi?

The leading sports shoes manufacturers in Delhi include global brands like Nike, Adidas, Puma, and Reebok, as well as local brands like Bata, Sparx, and Lotto.

2. Are sports shoes manufactured in Delhi expensive?

The price of sports shoes varies based on the brand, design, and technology. High-end brands like Nike and Adidas tend to be more expensive, while local brands like Bata and Sparx offer more affordable options.

3. Where can I buy sports shoes manufactured in Delhi?

You can buy sports shoes manufactured in Delhi both online and offline. Many well-known brands have physical stores across Delhi, and you can also shop on e-commerce platforms like Amazon, Flipkart, and Myntra.

4. What should I look for when buying running shoes?

When buying running shoes, look for proper cushioning, arch support, and a lightweight design. Brands like Nike, Adidas, and Reebok offer running shoes with technologies like Zoom Air and Boost cushioning for added comfort.

5. Can I wear sports shoes made in Delhi for everyday use?

Yes, many sports shoes made in Delhi are designed for both athletic and casual use. Brands like Puma, Sparx, and Bata offer stylish and comfortable shoes that are perfect for everyday wear.

Conclusion

Delhi is home to some of the best sports shoes manufacturers in India, offering a wide variety of footwear options for athletes and fitness enthusiasts. Whether you’re looking for specialized running shoes, basketball sneakers, or comfortable everyday footwear, the city has it all. By considering your needs, preferences, and the factors mentioned in this blog, you can find the perfect pair of sports shoes to enhance your performance and comfort.

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What do liberals think about trickle-down economics?

PRam Osmu (MBA, Rice University, Economy and Strategy):

I can tell you what I think about Trickle Down Economics. Like any economic theory, it either works or doesn't depending on circumstances. There are a few instances in which Trickle Down Economics (which from now on I shall call Supply Side Economics, or SSE) work. I will give you three examples where it could work, at the end of this post. But it is patently clear those are circumstances the United States is not in. Therefore, SSE does nor work here. I'll explain why with a thought experiment:

Imagine there are 3 large car tire manufacturers in the US. They pretty much cover the market.

A Republican president and a republican senate decided on that SSE policy, and give a huge tax break to large corporations. They argue that this will create the incentive to make more goods, to expand their plants which will lead to employing more people, etc. Richess will trickle down.

The CEO of one of the auto tire plants calls an executive meeting. He wants to do what is right and invest so that he can indeed help the economy. He tells this plan to his executives and gets the following response:

The sales manager argues: “Sir, sales of tires were 1,000,000 tires this past 12 months. We have a 30% market share. Why do you think we don't sell 1.5 million? Do you think it is because we don't have funds? We are currently enjoying the lowest interest rates ever. Any bank would be happy to loan us the money.

The reason why we don't sell more tires is because there isn't demand for more tires. Period.

“If you order a plant expansion we will do it. But we will not be able to sell those additional half million tires. Not at a profit or without stating a price war”

Therefore, what do this CEO decides to do?

The same thing others are doing. They take the tax break funds and buy back their own stock. The less stock in the public, the higher the stock price goes. Stock price is how the executives performance is measured, because their true boss is Wall Street, so they get big bonuses and raises. Nothing really trickles down.

Now imagine a different idea coming from the white house.

The deficit this president will incur in tax breaks he either gives them to the middle class, which now have, say $4, 000 in extra income , or uses the funds to build and repair infrastructure, which makes a lot of contractors hire a bunch of people.

In both instances, the middle class will be able to afford a few more things, for instance, a set of 4 tires for the family car.

All of a sudden, the big auto tire firm sees an increase in demand, they talk to their bankers, obtain a line of credit to expand the plant, which generates construction jobs and a few extra employees.

Corollary: if you want the economy to grow, you must provide better conditions of living to consumers.

Remember: They will end up giving their money to the rich anyways. To Ford, General Motors, GoodYear, Nike, Reebok, Dell computer, HP, Cinemark, Olive Garden, Walmart, Amazon, Budweiser, Samsung, Apple, Microsoft, etc.

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In a nutshell, this is the thing that gets stupidly overlooked:

Do you want the economy to flourish?

Make sure the middle and lower class make a decent living and have disposable income to become true consumers

Do you want the rich to get even richer but in a fair way, not by handing them money?

Make sure the middle and lower class make a decent living and have disposable income to become true consumers

Do you want true democratic capitalism to work the way its supposed to?

Make sure the middle and lower class make a decent living and have disposable income to become true consumers

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Now, do you think Republicans in congress don't know this?

Of course they do! And that is corruption.

Corruption, because republicans are sworn to give as much money as possible to their donors. That is the sad truth.

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Oh, this edit is two days later. I said I'd give examples of those rare conditions in which Trickle Down Economics work:

1). Very High Taxes to the top: A situation where the top 5% are being taxed at an extremely high rate, like 90%. Taxes so high that usiness owners prefer to move elsewhere, or shutter their plants and invest in the stock market, real estate or abroad. In such cases the economy can be improved by providing incentives to the very rich, like lowering their taxes . This is what is called “being to the right of the Laffer Curve”, after an analysis performed by economist Arthur Laffer, on how government tax revenue changes according to how much it taxes people.

United States is definitely NOT in this scenario

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2. Thrifty Consumers: A situation in which consumer do have plenty of disposable income but choose not to spend it. This could be caused by a few reasons:

> Cultural: Mature societies, older demographics that are just not in spending sprees. Japan and Switzerland come to mind.

> Historical: Perhaps a recent war, or bad recession, the reminder of huge unemployment make people cautious about their spending

> Financial: High interest rates make saving a preferable proposition, or currency devaluation may cause people to keep money abroad in a stronger denomination.

Neither of those scenarios apply to the United States.

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3. Lack of good local options: A situation where people have a healthy, large disposable income, but prefer to buy imports, not liking (or not finding) equivalent locally made alternatives: BMWs better than Ladas. Nikon or Leica better than Kodak or Polaroid.

This applies more to developing countries with a weak local production, where government can incentive local industry with soft loans, or duties and quotas on imports to help the local 1%ers develop better and more appealing local products, if a tax break is given to them

United States is definitely NOT in this scenario either.

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So there you go. You give to the rich and what you are actually doing is corrupting the best socio-political system ever created. A healthy democratic capitalism.

The rich, themselves, should realize this, but they salivate at the prospect of free handouts, in a greedy and myopic view of the economy and the country.

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Aftermath | Chapter 9 | Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x Female OC | E.M x Karmen Jones

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 Chapter 15.

Chapter Summary: The staff at Hawkins Memorial Hospital make no effort to hide their disdain for Eddie. But there had been one nurse during his stay that didn't outright treat him like trash during their brief interaction. When Eddie comes face to face with her again, he starts to think that maybe there is hope for him to have a normal life again. That maybe people would understand or at the very least, forget.

Story Summary: Eddie wakes up in the Upside Down after 'dying' in Dustin's arms. He wakes up again in the hospital and is reunited with his loved ones. This story covers Eddie's time in the hospital and overall physical recovery after the Upside Down.

This fic is part of the She Feels Like Home series. It sits between Boxing Day and Drop Out but can be read as a standalone. 

Chapter Tags: Nightmares, Flashbacks, Angst, Hurt/Comfort , Fluff, Mentions of being eaten alive, ASL, (American Sign Language), ASD !Eddie, Autistic Eddie, Non-verbal Eddie, Abandonment Issues, Healing, Getting Better, Season 4 Spoilers.

Notes: This chapter is long overdue and tbh just a love letter to someone that has supported me unconditionally. I’m unashamed about the meta/fourth wall breaking jokes in there that probably only they will get.

Words: 3.8k

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A piercing scream had Eddie whirring on the spot. One foot through the threshold of his bedroom door he looked back down the hallway towards the living room. The walls seemed to close in as the hallway stretched, distance daunting him as he began to run along the narrow corridor.

Suddenly the walls of the trailer that were adorned with comforting adages and homely decor turned baron and sterile before his eyes. The single flickering light at the end of the hospital halls didn’t illuminate his path well enough for him to avoid the obstacles being dropped in front of him. The tip of his reebok nudging up against something soft and warm as he found himself tripping and falling. Hovering just above the ground, suspended and yet still mid-fall, stuck in slow motion before his stomach was in his throat and he felt bone shatter under the hard thump as he finally hit the ground. 

The wind was knocked out of him. Pain radiating through his weakened limbs as he coughed and gasped. Tired muscles fighting with broken bone to try and push himself to his feet. 

His hands were slipping in the warm sticky substance oozing from the thing he’d tripped over.

The person he’d tripped over.

He tried not to look at her. Green and white stained red in his periphery as he tried to get up. The blood-curdling shrieks in the distance were much more urgent to him than his past. The screeching never ceasing as he finally managed to get himself on his feet. 

He called out as he ran. His shouts a whisper in his throat. Anything that made it passed his lips, just unintelligible words. He tried his best to reassure her he was there. He was not running away this time. 

He was coming. 

He was going to save her.

His legs were giving out. They had him stumbling. Limping towards the low hum of the flicking overhead lights. He’s running as fast as he can but it’s like wading through water.

He realized as he finally reached it that the linoleum floor had turned to grass. He stared at it under his blood stained sneakers and wondered briefly why the soil was wet.

Question answered as his eyes trailed upward slowly, revealing the edge of lovers lake. A lump in his throat as he tried desperately to let forth a scream. No sound emanated from his throat as he fell to his knees in front of Karmen. Her body suspended in the air above him. 

Mangled and broken, just like Chrissy’s. 

The screaming had stopped.

He hadn’t saved her.

He watched in eerily silence as she fell to the water, body heavy and lifeless just like Patrick’s. 

Eddie was actually shouting now. Now that it didn’t matter. He clawed at the soft earth as he felt warm hands wrap around his middle.

Suddenly he was being pulled backward, away from the wet grass and the choppy lake. Away from the stench of death and into a warm bedroom coloured with cool tones and floral patterns.

He was being held and caressed and whispered to about how it was all a dream and he could relax. 

Someone was cooing in his ear and reminding him that they were both okay.

He stared down at his body and realized that his shoes were gone. Dirty jeans replaced by comfy sweats. 

His legs were intertwined with hers atop a fuzzy blanket.

The realization slowed his breathing and spread warmth throughout his chest.

It was a dream. 

She was alive.

He followed Karmen’s voice, turning to look at her with a small smile on his face before being met with sunken eyes and a wide mouth locked into a silent scream.

Eddie jolted awake for real this time. Pulling in a raspy gasp and choking on it momentarily as the healing wounds on his chest protested at the stretch.

He wasn’t in Karmen’s bedroom. But the cold, sterile feel of his hospital room prison was still infinitely better than being on the edge of Lover’s Lake and watching his own lover’s lifeless corpse slowly sink beneath the surface.

He stared at the fluorescent light above his bed. Burning his eyes and flickering ever so slightly like it had been in his dream. He’d become accustomed to it during his time here. It was barely noticeable but just enough to drive him insane as he tried to read. Pulling him from his imagination and grounding him back here if he ever tried to escape.

He hated the damn thing. But he’d rather stare up at it every day for the rest of his life than ever have to stare up at Karmen’s mangled body for real.

Fuck, he hoped the kids were right when they said they’d defeated Vecna. That he was gone for good and Eddie would never have to see another person murdered in that horrific manner ever again.

Even if he could sometimes spend his waking hours not thinking about the things he’d seen during the week from hell.. He wasn’t sure his dreams would ever let him forget. 

The soft sound of rustling paper caught his attention. He stifled a gasp as he turned to his side, expecting to see Wayne sitting next to him in the visitors chair, flipping through the morning paper. He frowned at the empty seat, eyes wandering towards the clock above the end of his bed and realizing it was still fairly early. Wayne would either be on his way over, if he was coming or already asleep and Karmen would be at work.

Eddie grunted as he repositioned himself, using his slowly returning strength to push himself up on his elbows. He looked towards the opposite wall and was surprised to find a nurse sitting in the other, usually unoccupied, chair that had been pushed up against the wall out of the way.

Eddie looked her up and down cautiously as he watched her eyes flit across the page of the book she was holding. She paid him no mind or perhaps, hadn’t realized he was awake as he studied her with a confused frown. Wondering what she was doing in his room voluntarily when most of the nursing staff argued daily over who’s chore he was for that particular shift. 

He thought maybe he recognized her from early on in his stay. Maybe the first time he awoke in the hospital or more correctly, the first day he really remembered waking up.

He had fuzzy memories of Karmen laying in bed with him.

Yeah… He did remember her. From the small parts of that day he could recall. 

He hadn’t seen her since she loomed over him with a needle in her hands. An apology on her lips as a man much bigger than he was, held him down and she injected him with a sedative.

He shuddered at the memory. 

In retrospect she had been incredibly nice. She had let Karmen lay in bed with him and not said anything rude when he was freaking out about being left alone at the end of the day.

While he did appreciate it, he couldn’t help but feel it had set him up with a false sense of security in what his hospital stay would be like. She had shown him basic kindness and he had taken it at face value and inadvertently expected it from the rest of the staff.

God forbid.

He thought sarcastically.

Doctors and Nurses that showed kindness and compassion? It’s not been heard of.

Eddie hadn't seen her again since that night. Hadn’t really thought about her since but faced with how he had probably behaved that day, he figured she had been avoiding him like everyone else. 

All of the staff he’d encountered so far had been pretty horrible to him and it was starting to take a toll on his mental health. To be passed around like a burden by people that were supposed to care for his well-being.

Even the people that were supposed to save his life were almost goading him to end it. 

So why is she here?

He asked himself.

“Good morning.” She greeted him as she finished her page and looked up with a smile that unnerved him purely based on the fact it was directed at him sincerely. The book in her hands was lowered to her lap as she squinted towards his vitals monitor and seemed content with what she saw. 

Eddie nodded at her faintly, averting his eyes but still feeling her watching him as he struggled to find something else to look at. Large brown orbs eventually came back around to her, only to find she had gone back to her book.

What’s happening…

He cocked a brow in question. Looking between her and the open door to his room a few times before pushing himself into a seated position.

He fiddled with his fingernails, trying to decide if the silence was awkward or not as he unconsciously waited for something to happen. 

Obs? Blood Test? Paperwork?

Nothing.

The other nurses had not spent more than a second longer than necessary in his presence. They did their assessments and dipped within minutes. She wasn’t even doing an assessment and she was still… There. Just reading.

It felt unusual to sit in silence with a stranger. He hadn’t been forced to do that since before he went on the run. 

He hadn’t missed it.

As if hearing his thoughts, the nurse looked back up. Catching him staring and smiling to herself as he rushed to turn away and pretend he hadn’t been. 

He chastised himself silently for letting his eyes wander. Last he remembered he was looking at his own hands.

“Your heart monitor has been going off all night.” She told him in a way that sounded stern but somehow Eddie knew she didn’t mean it like that. Knew he couldn’t help it. “I had to keep coming in to monitor you in person so I figured, might as well read my book in here instead of the Nurse’s Station.” She shrugged, pages in the novel she was holding fluttering against one another as she did so. “Besides, your heart monitor is a lot less annoying than Ally yammering about Rodney from the 3rd floor.” 

Eddie smiled at the random remark before he could hide it. 

Nurse Ally was a bitch. 

He’d wished he could speak when she’d stabbed him a little too hard with a needle while bragging to Nurse Bec about the daisies Rodney had bought her. He would have loved to be the one to tell her that Nurse Sandra was bragging about the roses she’d received from the same Rodney.  

Drama between the Staff really was the one and only saving grace of a dreadful hospital stay. Eddie liked watching General Hospital during the day when he skipped school. He always thought it was super dramatic but he was realizing during his stay that they actually did a good job with the realism. 

He looked back up at the nurse and shifted uncomfortably as he realized she was still looking him over. 

Expectantly.

Like she was waiting for him to talk.

He cringed internally. She probably was, actually, waiting for him to talk. He couldn’t remember if she knew he couldn’t or not.. Even if she did, she probably assumed he was ‘over it’ by now like everyone else expected him to be. 

He exhaled louder than he meant to in the silence. Looking away again and feeling bad for the first time since he’d woken up here that he couldn’t force himself to make small talk anymore. She seemed as nice as he remembered and he really didn’t want to piss her off and push her over the other side of the fence by snobbing her.

“The monitor only goes off when your heart rate exceeds a certain threshold. It’s usually pretty high and tends to only happen when someone trips into the wrong rhythm or… Is extremely stressed.” The nurse continued as if she hadn’t paused to let him think about his new favorite Medical Drama. She didn’t miss the way his bpm ticked up as she spoke. “I was watching and listening pretty closely and your heart is healthy. So, it seemed like you were having some pretty terrible nightmares.” She said sympathetically. The sound of Eddie swallowing, thick between them in the otherwise quiet room.

Please don’t ask.

He begged her silently. Not that he could accidentally slip up and tell her anything if he wanted to. But there was an irrational part of him that worried if asked the right yes or no questions, he could give himself away to an experienced nurse that could read his heartrate like a polygraph test. 

“But that’s not my business is it?” She asked rhetorically. Some of the tension leaving Eddie’s shoulders at her words. “You seemed to calm down when you could sense you weren’t alone. So you were my neediest patient and you didn’t even press the call button once.” She teased, making Eddie’s lips quirk. 

Of course she remembered that he didn’t want to be alone. That was why she had to sedate him after all. She remembered how scared he was for his loved ones to leave him there. 

She felt bad for him, he realized.

Any other time, the thought of someone pitying him like that would make his skin crawl. But for some reason, the knowledge that this woman empathized with his plight was a calming thought.  The fact that she actually seemed to know what a ‘bedside manner’ was, was a welcome surprise. 

He liked her. 

She also definitely felt bad for sedating him. He couldn’t remember fully or for certain how he had acted, but he knew deep down he deserved it and he wished he could tell her that.

“I didn’t mind though. I’ve been on vacation and I didn’t get to finish my book before I got back.” She explained. “I really just wanted to finish my chapter and your room is the perfect place to hide.” She joked, holding up the paperback so Eddie could see the cover.

Worth It.

He thought it said. Squinting as if it would give him a better view from across the room of the large block writing that spanned the entire front. 

He tried to ignore the off-hand comment about his room being the perfect place to hide. He knew she didn’t mean it to hurt his feelings but he heard it for what it was. It was the perfect place to hide.

Because no one wants to come in here…

He told himself as he reached for his glasses on the table beside his bed.

The nurse looked between him and the book, realizing with a chuckle that he must be trying to read it.

“Worth It.” She said aloud, stopping him from reaching for his frames. “It’s a 1920’s romance novel.” She answered without him needing to ask. “Two young lovers meet at a Valentine's Day dance and the rest is history.” She said in a wistful voice as though she was pitching the book for a movie.

Eddie must have made a face because she snorted under her breath. Tutting aloud as she closed the book with a slap and pushed herself up from her seat. 

“It’s very sweet.” She said, as she crossed the room. Mirth in her tone as she defended the story. “You should give it a try.” She smiled, placing it down on the tray table.. “You know, if you think you can handle all the sappy shit and almost sex scenes.”

Eddie frowned at her, a question on his lips.

Almost?

“It’s a romance. Not an erotic novel.” She answered him, again without having to be asked. “Not that there’s anything wrong with those.” She clarified as she turned away. “My wife writes those kinky things.” She said under her breath, more to herself than him.

Eddie wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly so he didn’t comment. Not that he could have if he wanted to. But did have about twenty questions loaded up so far for if he ever saw her again once he could speak.

This woman was an enigma. Unlike himself, apparently. She was making him question if perhaps he had never been half as mysterious as he’d thought he was. He hadn’t ever spoken to her and yet she could read him as well as she could her book. 

He pointed to the novel she’d left by his side, yet another question on his lips as she wheeled the small cart with all her observation machines to his bedside. She nodded at him, giving permission for him to pick it up as she shoved a thermometer into his mouth. He picked up his glasses as she set up the blood pressure machine. Putting them on his face and taking the novel into his hands as she wrapped the cuff around his arm.

He read over the back cover before turning it around in his hands and examining the cheesy picture on the front underneath the large title. Snorting at the model chosen for the love interest and how much of a disparity there was between what he looked like on the cover and how he was described in the blurb.

An excited puppy; sweet, innocent, and in desperate need of someone to play with.

The long haired, shirtless man on the cover looked more like a version of Steve Harrington that had never had a haircut than an excited puppy. But what did he know? Eddie figured the author probably didn’t have much of a say on the cover illustration.

He flipped it open regardless. Intrigued by the blurb. He pulled it closer to his face out of habit. Forgetting that he could read properly now that he had his glasses.

He read a few lines here and there while the nurse took his vitals. Putting it down in his lap and shrugging as she took the thermometer from his mouth and inspected it. 

I mean, it’s not terrible.

He admitted, only to himself. Looking back at the nurse and trying to hand it to her as she packed up her cart.

“You can borrow it.” She said as Eddie furrowed his brows. Looking back at the novel and realizing it didn’t contain a bookmark. “It’s not exactly my first read.” She smiled, gesturing towards the worn edges of the book before pushing the cart back to where she had taken it from.

She turned back to him as he studied her with a cautious gaze. 

Like he was scared it was a trick. 

It could be an elaborate plot to get him kicked out… Act all nice and ‘lend’ him something before claiming that it went missing on its own. He couldn’t defend himself… Suddenly he’d be in hot water for stealing from the nurses. They’d finally get out of taking care of him. He’d probably die from an infection at home.

Win win. 

He thought to himself bitterly. 

“You seem like maybe you need a distraction.” She admitted when he didn’t speak. “For when your people aren’t here.” She added as he raised his brows at her. 

Oh.

“My next shift is tomorrow night. You can give it back to me then if you don’t like it okay?” She asked, sensing his hesitation and waiting until he nodded back slowly before continuing.

“Your people love you.” She said softly, taking him by surprise. “They care if you get better. They want you to stay with us and they will understand if you want to sleep while they’re here so you can get some proper rest.” She smiled, making Eddie balk at the sudden shift. Tears springing to his eyes unexpectedly at the encouraging words.

He thought that maybe he really needed to hear that. Hear that from someone that wasn’t one of his people. That had no obligation to lie to him about it all.

His lip trembled as he looked back down at his lap, unsure how to respond and still deciding when she took the lead and decided for him.

“Alright. I have to go and do my handover now.” She said cheerily, giving him whiplash as he continued to stare, not realizing how unabashed he seemed when he wasn’t truly seeing her. Still internally trying to understand why exactly she was being so damn nice to him.

She was almost gone when he thought to ask her name. Opening his mouth like he was going to speak before sighing in frustration and closing it again when nothing came out. 

It wasn’t the first time he’d forgotten since he’d been there that his brain wasn’t working properly. It was like his body wanted to go back to normal but there was something still blocking him from being able to do that. A trauma he could only see in his periphery holding a barrier in place and stopping his brain from forming anything other than basic sounds and if he really, really concentrated, one word at a time. 

He liked the mystery nurse. But he couldn’t afford to use the brain power on her when he wanted so desperately to see Karmen smile at him again like she had when he’d forced out a goodbye recently.

“My name is Jo.” She answered his unasked question as she hovered in the doorway, tugging at her shirt where her name was embroidered into the fabric. 

She had figured he knew that already. But after watching him practically inhale the book to be able to read it despite wearing glasses, she wasn’t so sure he could read her shirt while she was moving around.

Eddie nodded gratefully at the offered information. Smiling weakly as he gave her a small wave to say goodbye.

It was amazing what being treated with basic human decency by a medical professional could do for his usually foul morning-mood.

He smiled to himself, wondering what ‘Jo’ was short for as she waved back. She turned towards the door and Eddie wasted no time flipping to the first page. The notes and acknowledgements catching his eye before he could move on to the beginning of the first chapter.

Author Jody lives in Indiana with her good friend Kel and their shared pets- 

Eddie jerked his head up at the sound of footsteps. Snapping the book closed and slipping it under the covers as Wayne entered the room. The man was back stepping as he said goodbye to Nurse Jo before turning around and raising a brow at the sheepish look on Eddie’s face.

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BUT IS NURSE JO REAL??? She is. 😂 Karmen and Wayne both interacted with her. But Eddie doesn't put those pieces together until much later.

More Notes: I told you guys I wasn't abandoning this story. ;) Eddie deserved to be shown a little kindness from a stranger and who better to do that than the one person that has shown me continued love and kindness in this fandom and outside of it and not stop encouraging this series from start to finish. I love you Nurse Jo. 🥰

Apparently Fabio, who I was going to reference as the romance novel model, got his big break in 1987! The year AFTER this story is set. So my plans for Eddie to think the romantic interest was some Fabio looking ass man went out the window. Lucky for me I saw a video earlier of a pretty man that looked like Steve Harrington in a Pantene commercial.

Part 10

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Read the rest of the series here :)

This series is so personal to me, so it means the world to me when someone let’s me know they enjoy a work from this series. If you guys liked this please pleaseee consider letting me know via comment, reblog, message, anon ask etc.  

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Reebok Answer 4 “Zuul”

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Coming Soon: Reebok Answer 4 Flash Red Core Black https://sneakerscartel.com/coming-soon-reebok-answer-4-flash-red-core-black/

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ahhh this is fun @jegulusposts thanks for including me <33

Nickname: i don't think i have one

Zodiac: virgo

Height: 163 cm or 5 ft 4 in

House: hufflepuff

Last thing I googled: if the eras tour movie had a end credits scene worth watching

Fav music genre: i like so much but indie/folk/country + emo rock

Song stuck in my head: betty - taylor swift

Followers: 286

Following: too many 1,944 (ive been one here for too long)

Do I get asks: occationally, i love it when people talk to me

Amount of sleep: more than 8 hours, sometimes 10+

What I’m wearing: black oversized jeans, red and pink jumper, reeboks and my big ass carhartt jacket

Dream job: i want a boring job ngl, maybe in a bookstore

Languages: english is my second language, but i'm scared of posting anything about my personal life i will say i'm european tho

Random fact: i am extremely hyperaware of the inside my body at all times and i cannot stop thinking about it

My aesthetic: dumpstercore, boycore but cute hopefully

no pressure tags: @irisisasleep @arcanespillo @yazpadfoot @kiwithefruitandthebirb @lemongrass77777 @violets-are-the-answer + anyone else who wants to join :)

Thank you for tagging me, @s-nebul0sa!

Nicknames: Ingy/Ivy (I don’t have many friends so Ivy is one that I picked because I don’t like my name so I ask to be called Ivy instead or maybe another nickname if the person prefers that)

Zodiac: Pretty sure it’s Scorpio

Height: 152.5 cm (some trashcans in my city are taller than me…)

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

Last thing you googled: Stardew Valley Mods

Favorite music: Mostly Pop music

Song stuck in your head: Who We Are by Hozier

Following: 263

Followers: 312

Do you get asks: Maybe once a year, it’s really rare

Amount of sleep: 3/4 hours when I’m lucky, 6 hours sometimes when my body is truly exhausted and I pass out at 3 am and sleep throughout the morning

What you're wearing: Pajamas (it’s hot AF and this is the lightest option of clothes I have)

Dream job: Movie/TV show director but I don’t know if I’m actually capable of doing that

Languages: My birth language is Portuguese (Brazil) but I’m also fluent in English and Spanish (I'm better at English than any other tho, including Portuguese)

Random fact: A chicken’s heart rate is about 4 times higher than humans, for example, a healthy adult resting heart rate ranges from 60 to 100 bpm while a normal chicken has a resting heart rate of 200 – 300 bpm

Aesthetic: I’m honestly not sure how to properly describe it, it’s a colorful mess basically

 

I'm tagging (no pressure) @laurensxdeath, @seriously-poppins, @kai999 and anyone else who wants to do it!

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Allen Iverson in the Reebok Answer 4 (2001 NBA Finals)

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REEBOK X GHOSTBUSTERS @ END.

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Finally, after 4 years - WE HAVE AN ANSWER:

HE MEANT SHOES

"All I'm wearing are my Reeboks" MEANS SHOES!!!

.....so cheeky! Lol

In Gowan's song I'll Be There In A Minute, a line goes "all I'm wearing are my Reeboks"

Like ??? Does he mean he's stripped down to his underwear or his shoes???

We may never know...

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Head Over Heels

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem Henderson!Reader

Summary: After hanging out together, both you and Steve realise you've had feelings for one another this whole time.

Warnings/tags: No warnings, just very fluffy, very cute stuff. Teasing and banter-filled conversations. Very wholesome.

Word Count: 6.1K

A/N: This is set in season 2 but one conversation uses season 4 dialogue. I've not been able to stop thinking about this whole scenario, but I hope you guys enjoy as well! ((Also I know the title is unoriginal, sue me))

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"Dusty, you're going to be late!" You yell from the front door, slinging your car keys around your finger. It's your younger brother's Snow Ball dance tonight and you promised your mom you'd take him there and pick him up afterward.

"If you don't get your ass down here in five I swear-"

"Hold on! I don't understand!" Dustin is still upstairs, and his voice trails off as you hear him bustling around in his room. You haven't seen him since your mom left for work, which was an hour ago. Apparently, he's perfecting his hair so that he'll 'get all the ladies'. Those were Dustin's words - not your own - and you can't believe how much he's grown up in the past year.

He kept secrets from you now. He hung out with his friends way more than he hung out with you and, worst of all, he started caring about if girls liked him or not.

"I'm leaving soon!" You check your watch once more.

The dance starts at seven and you have fifteen minutes to get your brother out of the door and to the high school.

You hear Dustin switch off his bedroom light and run down the stairs at lightning speed.

"Y/N, I forgot to tell you-" Your brother's about to say something to you when you take in what he's wearing for the first time. He's got a bow tie on, with a cute suit and shirt and he's wearing his homemade Ghostbuster shoes, which are totally just some plain old Reeboks covered in red pen scribbles.

"Hold up, Dust! Look at you!" You smile, seriously unbelieving how cute he looks. "And look at your hair!"

You grab his head and stare down at his hair in amazement, “You look so good, dude! Who taught you to do all of this?”

Dustin wriggles out of your grip and straightens up his suit, “Thanks, thanks, about that…”

There’s the sound of a car horn outside. You stare at Dustin in confusion and he gives you a sheepish smile, “I know mom asked you to take me, but I kind of asked someone. And, I need to go. Now.”

Your confusion slowly turns into shock, "Oh my God, is it because you didn't want your older sister embarrassing you? Because I bet Nancy's taking Mike. You know I would never cramp your style, because honestly? You cramp me out."

Dustin sticks his tongue out at you, before giving you a shit-eating grin. "Whatever. You're just jealous because I wanted someone cool to take me to the dance. But, if you're so worried, come with."

He doesn’t give you time to answer, he just pushes you out of the way of the front door and opens it. The car horn sounds again and you hear a yell, “Henderson!”

Your curiosity wins over your confusion and you turn the hallway light off and lock the front door behind you.

There, parked on the street outside of your house, is Steve Harrington.

Dustin runs up to the car and does a three-sixty spin so Steve can see what he’s wearing. Steve has a massive grin on his face, “Dude, you did the hair!”

You walk up to the car, standing slightly behind your brother. “So you’re the dingus my brother has been hanging out with all this time.”

You smile, shaking your head. You had known Steve for years. To you, Steve used to be the world's biggest douchebag and the school's king - with a capital K - then the whole thing with Nancy happened and it seemed like everybody unanimously voted for Steve to be kicked off the popular gang's table. Now he was just like everyone else and, apparently, was best friends with your brother.

"Oh hey, another Henderson." Steve casually throws up a hand in a small wave. "You coming along for the ride?"

Dustin opens the passenger side door and slides in while Steve makes a quick remark about wiping shoes before getting in the car. Dustin ignores him.

You open the back door and sit behind your brother. "Yeah well, I was meant to be driving him. But since he has it covered, I guess the best I can do is be a supportive chaperone."

"Fine by me. Buckle up, you've got like ten minutes Henderson. Uh, young Henderson, I mean."

"We have names, you know." Dustin makes a comment that earns a laugh from you. Steve waves it off and starts driving.

You stay silent for most of the drive, mainly listening to Steve and Dustin bickering. You’re surprised at how close the pair are, and as you watch Dustin laugh at one of Steve’s corny jokes, you realise just how much Dustin needs someone like Steve in his life. With no dad, no older brother, Dustin didn’t have a father figure or even just another guy to look up to. You're surprised that Steve turns out to be that guy, but you’re glad that he’s there for your brother.

“You two are seriously giving me a headache.” You joke and the pair of them high five, as if it was their mission to annoy you.

"Anyway, Dusty, got any girls you've got your eye on?" You lean forward towards your brother and blow little kisses at him. He shoves his hand in your face, and you back off.

"You're annoying. And that's the completely wrong question to be asking. It's whether or not any girls have their eye on me that I'm worried about."

"Hey, you know you have nothing to worry about." Steve chimes in, "Remember what I taught you."

Dustin sighs, "Yeah I know. It's just Lucas has Max, and Mike has El-"

"Who's El? Ellen? From down the road?" You interject, not knowing who this girl was. And you knew most people in Hawkins. Small towns were like that.

"She's uh-" Steve looks at Dustin, not sure how to finish his sentence. Your brother recovers by saying: "She's new. Yeah. A new girl."

"Rightttt." You decide to back off from the conversation. Something seemed to be going on, and you weren't sure what.

Steve turns down the road towards the high school and your train of thought gets distracted. There's loud music blaring from the gym hall. Kids are everywhere, all dressed up and looking cute. Balloons the size of watermelons loom over the kids as they walk through the entrance. Steve stops right outside, "Here we are."

Dustin has gone strangely quiet. He instantly reaches for the interior mirror and starts touching his hair.

“Hey, you look great.” Steve is suddenly gentle, all the joking around gone from his voice. He closes the interior mirror. “You look great, ok?”

You pipe up from the back, “He’s right Dusty, you’re gonna knock ‘em dead.”

“I know.” He replies, but the confidence is lacking in his voice.

“Look, your sister’s right. You’re going to go in there, look like a million bucks and slam them!”

“Yeah, okay!” There’s a smile on Dustin’s face now, “Like a lion!”

He growls, the way he always does when he thinks he’s being an absolute lady-killer. You shake your head and Steve’s eyebrow raises, “Yeah bud, maybe don’t do that. Just go out there and have the best time okay?”

Steve claps Dustin on the shoulder and your brother reaches for his seat belt, nodding furiously.

“Go crazy, dude. See you at ten?”

Dustin gets out of the car and looks back at you. “See you at ten. Bye guys, wish me luck!”

He slams the door behind him and heads inside, his back upright and a little bit of swagger in his walk. You can’t help but smile.

Steve clears his throat, as if finally realising that now Dustin’s gone it’s just the two of you, and you roll your eyes.

“Wanna get something to eat? I could do with something to eat.” You ask. Without even asking for permission you unbuckle your seatbelt and clamber into the front seat, feet first.

“Hey! Oh my God!” Steve watches you with bewildered eyes as you get comfy and strap yourself back in.

“What? My brother gets the front seat and I don’t? Oh come on.” You shake your head in fake disapproval.

You don’t particularly care how you act around Steve. The pair of you had been in the same classes at school practically since Kindergarten. You had witnessed the time he had shoved a green crayon up his nose and he’d seen you fall flat on your face during sports day, while doing the egg and spoon race. Egg had ended up in your hair.

It wasn’t that you guys had ever been particularly close, you just didn’t care what he thought of you. Plus, if he was friends with your brother then he was no cooler than you were.

You think all of this while he continues to stare at you in shock. You raise your voice slightly, “Harrington, food or no?”

“Right. Yeah. Sure.” He fiddles with the keys and pulls away, leaving the school grounds and back onto the road.

“There’s a diner a couple of streets down.” You say, vaguely pointing in that direction, “We could get some burgers or something.”

“Burgers?” Steve retorts, a frown on his face.

“Yeah you know, those round things that go in between a bun? Usually with tomatoes and lettuce. Ring any bells?” You sling your left leg up, so your foot is on the seat and your arms cup your knee.

Steve clocks your movement, glancing at your body as he makes a right. He takes one hand off the wheel and gently pushes your leg, so your foot falls off the seat and goes back to the floor. His hands are warm.

“No feets on seats, Henderson. And I know what a burger is, idiot. I just don’t usually take girls out to go get burgers.” He shrugs nonchalantly, but you notice how he’s still subconsciously driving towards the diner.

“Oh yeah, how could I forget? King Steve is an absolute dreamboat who takes all of his dates straight back to his place so you can get frisky and then forget about each other the next day.” You laugh at your own comment.

“Hey that’s my love life you’re talking about! I’m not all about the sex, you know.”

He pulls into a parking space outside of the diner and kills the ignition.

“I’ll believe it when I see it, Steve.”

You get out the car, making sure your own car keys and purse are still in your back pocket. Steve gets out and you enter the diner together.

It’s semi-busy, meaning that there’s a few regulars in there and - with it being a Friday night - there’s two families with loud kids and a sheriff’s deputy on duty drinking a coffee. A waitress greets you at the door.

“Table for two, please.” You smile, and she leads you and Steve towards one of the window booths. You shake your head, and only express your emotions when Steve is sat opposite you, and the waitress is gone.

“She’s sat us in a booth.”

“Yeah, so?” Steve frowns at you, running a hand through his hair.

“They sit couples at booths. Booths are for like elderly couples who come in every Sunday to have waffles for breakfast with black coffee and all that jazz. They think we’re a couple.”

“Oh.” He says in a small voice, then, “In that case, this is the first time I’ve taken a girl out for burgers on a date.”

He’s waiting for your reaction to his comment, and once you laugh, he laughs with you. He gives you a giddy smile, as if he’s proud of himself.

“A date… interesting.” You’re not really sure what to say, but you’re glad when the waitress comes back to you just in time.

“Are you guys ready to order?” She asks. She’s wearing a white dress with a pink pinafore, an outfit that accompanied the diner’s new and updated look. They had a refurb a year ago, and you had to admit you appreciate the style.

“Yeah, just a cheeseburger, regular fries and…a vanilla milkshake. Thanks.” You reel off your order, hesitating when you can’t choose between vanilla and chocolate.

The waitress turns to Steve. “You know what? I’ll have what she’s having. Thank you.”

The waitress makes a note of it and walks off. You move in your seat and your foot accidentally hits Steve’s. You both apologise at the same time, and it’s the first time you feel awkward around him. There’s silence between the two of you for a couple of minutes.

“So,” He breaks the ice, subconsciously thumbing through his hair again, “How’s life been treating you, Henderson? What’s the big plan when school's over?”

“Oh, you know. Fine. Life’s fine. I’m trying to apply to colleges and stuff, hopefully it’ll work out. I dunno. Or I’ll just get a job at like Family Video, or something.” A smile plays on your lips, “And you’ve completely forgotten my name, haven’t you? You call Dusty ‘Henderson’ because you think it’s cool or whatever, but I reckon with me it’s because you can’t remember.”

“That is so not true!” Steve pulls a face of shock, “I can’t believe you’d think that!”

You shrug and start to laugh. “Just saying.”

“You think I’d forget you? Y/N Henderson? The girl who got egg in her hair? The girl who’s first kiss was freaking Johnny Liner at our very own Snow Ball? The Y/N Henderson who helped me with my math homework when we were in eighth grade?”

The waitress comes over with two identical plates, setting them down and completely interrupting Steve’s speech. You both say thank you, but neither of you touch the food. You’re waiting for Steve to continue, and he does.

“Plus I’d like to remind you I sit two rows behind you in Mr Herbert’s class and your name gets called for attendance every day, idiot. Plus you have those stupid little stickers on all of your books that say your name. So, I could never forget you.”

He looks at you with a smug smile, with one cocky raised eyebrow, and takes an aggressive bite out of his burger. You’re taken aback. Of course you’ve known Steve for forever, and everything he’d said was completely correct, but you never realised Steve had paid attention to any of those things.

“Okay.” You smile, impressed. “You win this time.”

You eat your burger and fries in semi-silence. "Don't You Want Me" by The Human League is playing on the diner's radio, and Steve mumbles along in between mouthfuls of food.

The pair of you chat about mundane things, how well you're doing in basically all of your classes, how Steve's basketball career is going, how Dustin was annoying and endearing at the same time.

If you concentrated really hard, pretended really hard, you could almost imagine that this was normal. Like you and Steve getting dinner together was a weekly reoccurrence. A small part of you wished this was normal but you knew - deep down you knew - that tomorrow the normal would go on existing. Steve would hang out with Dustin, he'd still sit two rows behind you in Mr Herbert's class, but he would go back to pretending you didn't exist. He'd be the guy who used to be popular and you'd just be Dustin's sister. A nobody who'd never been popular. It's just the way it was.

You think all of this while absentmindedly dipping a fry into your milkshake, pulling it out and eating it. Steve stops half-singing/half-eating, and stares at you.

"What was that?" He says, gesturing to your milkshake.

"What was what?" You shake your head and pop the last bit of your burger in your mouth.

"The whole milkshake and potato combination, Y/N. Nobody does that." Steve has finished his burger and has a handful of fries left.

"Well, I do it. It's good. Trust me." You reach over to pick up one of his fries. You dunk it in his milkshake before he can protest and you pull it out. "Try it."

You wave the milkshake-dipped fry by his face and he shakes his head at you, smiling. "This better be good, Henderson, or your ass is grass."

He takes the fry into his mouth and the tips of your fingers connect with his lips for just a second. You try not to think about it.

Instead, you watch his reaction. The instant confusion, the pause when he finally appreciates the combination of salt and vanilla in his mouth. He starts to nod.

"You know what? You win with that one, we're even now." He grins at you, picks up his last remaining fries and takes the liberty of dunking them in your milkshake.

"Steve!" You exclaim, you voice louder than it was meant to. One of the families look around at you, and you try not to notice. "You bastard."

He simply winks at you as he shoves the fries into his mouth. "Can't help it." He says, openly speaking with his mouth full.

You both finish your meals at a similar time. Now, there's a different song on the diner's radio - one you're not familiar with. But Steve knows it. And he's he's air-guitaring, to himself. Which is totally embarrassing.

"Oh how the mighty fall. You're an absolute nerd, Steve Harrington." You laugh at him.

"Thank you," He smiles stupidly, "Your brother would say the same."

The pair of you lapse into silence, and you find yourself watching as Steve rakes a hand through his hair not once, but three times. He's looking out the window, then sharply turns to look at you, as if he's about to say something. When he clocks you're already staring, you both avert your eyes.

The waitress comes over and any awkwardness is washed away. She takes your plates and Steve pulls out some notes from his pocket, counting the amount he'll need. You pull out your purse from your back pocket, trying to see what change you have.

"Hey," He puts one hand on yours and closes your purse, "this one's on me."

He pays and the waitress walks off.

"You didn't have to do that." You chide while you put your purse away.

"Yeah, well, I did. Now come on." Steve slides out from the booth and stands up. You glance at your watch, it's only half past eight. You didn't need to pick Dustin up for another hour and a half.

"It's not time yet, we've still got ages." You frown.

Steve rolls his eyes at you, "Y/N, did you really think we were gonna sit here all evening? We can do other stuff, you know. Come on."

He gestures for you to hurry up and you oblige. The pair of you leave the diner and get back into his car. He makes an offhand comment about checking shoes before getting in, which seems to be habit at this point, and you nod, but don't bother checking.

"You Henderson's are useless." He shakes his head as he starts the car. He backs out, and then you're on the road again.

"Why thank you. I pride myself on it." You reply, your voice dripping in sarcasm. Steve ignores your comment and pushes a cassette into the deck. It starts playing Head Over Heels by Tears For Fears.

"So where are you taking me, anyway?" You ask. You're genuinely curious, and also slightly confused. You didn't know what Steve did in his spare time, apart from play basketball and hang out with your brother. You didn't see him other than in the hallways and during your classes together. Whatever Steve got up to, and wherever he went, was a complete mystery to you.

Beside you, Steve seems to have relaxed. He's not glancing at you every second to make sure your feet aren't on the seat and he's tapping away at the steering wheel to the tune of the song. He looks at you briefly to smile.

"There's a road in the forest that pops out just by this random field. It looks over like all of Hawkins. It's really nice this time of night. Thought you might want to see it." He nods, half to himself, half in time with the music.

His voice is gentle and full of earnest, and you wonder since when did Steve care about what you might like? You respond the only way you know how, with sarcasm.

"Oh, right. So you're going to take me to the middle of nowhere where there's absolutely nobody else around. Let me guess, that's where you take all the girls?" You smirk, rolling your eyes.

"Hey, no." He frowns, looking over to you briefly, "I told you earlier. I'm not just about the sex and stuff, you know."

"Yeah, you said." There seems to be genuine hurt in his voice, and you wonder what he's thinking. "Are you still in love with Nancy?"

The question falls out of your mouth before you can stop it.

You reach a red light at an intersection in the middle of the town. At this time of night there's not many on the road but the light is on red anyway.

"No." Steve shakes his head and you swear the look he gives you is almost disappointed. "No, definitely not. Look, let me tell you something. And you better not say anything to anyone, okay? Swear?"

He's staring at you now, his voice full of sincerity. You feel like you can't look away, surprised by his sudden seriousness. "Yeah, okay. Promise."

You pull your eyes away long enough to notice the light's have changed, but Steve is still looking at you. "Uh, Steve, it's green."

He looks away, notices you're right, and drives on. Head Over Heels is still playing.

"Right. So, you promise? Okay. The thing is right, when I was a baby I used to crawl backwards. Like full on reverse, all the time."

"Okay?"

"I guess somewhere in my tiny Harrington brain I thought I was doing the right thing. And then, one day, I reversed my sorry little ass down a flight of stairs. My head got a right bump. You know, landed straight on my little noggin'. Which I guess explains a whole lot of stuff."

"You can say that again." You laugh. Steve has made his way to the edge of the forest now, and he turns off down a smaller track, leading up to the top of the hill.

"Anyway, in a round about way, that's kind of what happened with Nancy. I was acting like an asshole because I thought it was right, and I liked her because I thought it was right and then she dumped me and told me she didn't love me and it was like the biggest bump on the head since I was a baby. Made me realise a lot of stuff."

"Right. Okay." Your throat suddenly seems smaller, and you find yourself biting the inside of your cheek. Why is Steve opening up to you like this?

"At first I thought if I dated a lot of girls, I would eventually find the one. You know? Like get through as many girls as possible in order to find her."

"Ew." You interject.

"It's gross, I know. I know that now."

He looks at you as you reach the edge of the track. The forest opens up to reveal a small car park, and an open space of grass and flowers. You can see the stars in the sky, even without getting out of the car.

"Now, I think I might have known the one all along. And just didn't realise it. And now I want to do everything I can not to mess it up like I messed everything up with Nancy. Does that make sense?"

Steve has stopped the car now, and the engine's just running. It seems the cassette is only the one song - Head Over Heels - over and over again. It's started now for the second time and Steve looks over at you, waiting for your answer.

"Yeah, yeah it makes sense, Steve. Good to hear it." On nervous instinct, you pull your leg up so your knee is against your chest and your foot is on the seat. Steve says nothing.

"I'm impressed." This time your sarcasm is fake, because you don't know what else to do and it's been too serious for too long, "You're gonna keep it in your pants. Bravo."

You can't help but smile, being mean to him was so much easier than being serious.

"I hate you, Henderson." He's shaking his head at you, but his eyes are flitting between your eyes and your lips and you suddenly can't breath. Your thoughts are racing at a hundred miles per minute and it seems warm in Steve's car. It's very, very warm.

This wasn't normal - normal was Steve pretending you didn't exist. Normal was you watching Steve in the hallways but always telling yourself you didn't. This, the way your heart is beating way too fast, wasn't normal.

"No you don't." You can barely whisper your remark. Steve leans over and kisses you.

It's short and it's sweet and he still tastes of vanilla milkshake. He pulls away and gives you a small smile.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

He cuts the ignition and get's out of the car in one fell swoop. It leaves you flustered and you take a deep breath before following out of the car.

"It feels so good to get that off my chest." He's looking at you from across the car, "Just don't tell Dustin. He'll kill me if he knew I had the hots for his sister."

"Not if I don't kill you first. You...you've had feelings for me this whole time? And said nothing?"

Steve crosses the front of the car and comes to stand beside you. He reaches for your hands which are at your sides, and he holds them in between the two of you. You stare down at your intertwined fingers, and it feels right.

"It's been a long time coming. I didn't know it, not at first. I thought...I don't know...that we were just friends? Like you would never want some asshole popular guy who played basketball and had to get help with maths homework in eighth grade. Like I was just the kid who shoved a crayon up his nose."

Steve's comment makes you laugh and he raises his eyebrows at you, "See! Who would want to date someone like that? It's not until I had my ass handed to me and I started hanging out with your brother and those other little shits Mike and Will and all of them, that it made me realise who I really am. I've grown up a lot in the last year, and I don't want to be that idiot who loses the best person he's ever known because he's been too blind to see it all these years."

You stare at him, mouth agape and brain empty. Did Steve, Steve freaking Harrington, just say that to you?

When you finally find your voice, and Steve is smirking a little, all you can say is: "You're unbelievable."

Steve responds by letting go of your hands and scooping you up in arms, pulling you against his body and lifting you from your feet.

"I thought you'd say something like that. Come on, Henderson, let's see the view."

He carries you towards the middle of the field, where you laugh and kick and try to wriggle from his grip, but he's surprisingly strong. Every time you whack him he gives you little kisses on wherever he can get you. The pair of you are laughing hysterically by the time he sets you down and you smack him on the arm.

"I hate you."

"No you don't." Steve smirks, copying your comment from earlier, and he turns you to face the view.

From the field, you can see most of Hawkins. You can see streetlights and the lights of people's homes. Cars seem like toy versions of themselves they're so small, and from here you can see the glittered and glammed school where Dustin's Snow Ball is. There's the faint sound of music - Time After Time, if your ears are picking it up correctly.

"Woah. It's pretty up here." You're genuinely impressed. "I take back the comments about you bringing girls here for sex. It's way too peaceful and calm up here for that."

Steve snakes his hand into yours, "You're forgiven, for now." He squeezes your hand, letting you know he's just messing with you, as always. "Can you hear the music?"

"Yeah. A little." Your eyes don't want to tear themselves away from Hawkins. You've lived there all your life, yet now, something makes it seem even more special. It really does look beautiful.

"Wanna dance?" Steve's words make you look away. He's already smiling when you turn to face him.

You nod, and the pair of you slow dance to the very faint sounds of the Snow Ball music. You can't believe it's happening, and you never want the moment to end. Because when it does, what if your worst fears happen? What if you have this one night together, and things go back to the way they were?

You push the thoughts away.

"Now, why couldn't it been like this at our Snow Ball?" Steve whispers as you dance in slow circles.

"Because you were dancing with Lacey Bradbury." You recall the memory even now. You laugh, unbelieving that you still remember that after all these years.

"Damn." Steve pulls away slightly and you look up at him. He's grinning, "You're right. Wonder why you'd remember that..." He laughs and you go back to resting your head on his chest.

"Yeah, as if you're not the one who remembers that my first kiss was at the Snow Ball. Perv."

Steve attempts to tickle your sides and you worm away from him, but still move in your slow circle. He settles his hands back on your sides.

"It was Johnny freaking Liner, man. The snottiest little kid I've ever met. Even then I knew you deserved better. So, yeah, I do remember that. Sue me."

There's a beat of silence where the song changes, but even from far away you know the tune immediately. It's not one for a slow dance, but that doesn't stop you and Steve.

"For the record, if I hadn't of been such a stupid asshole back then, I would've walked straight up to you and asked you to dance with me. I swear on my life."

You smile into Steve, his scent engulfing you. His arms are wrapped around your body and the two of you are practically one at this point.

You stay like that, dancing in slow circles, for a long time.

"We need to go." Steve finally whispers into your ear.

"Do we have to?" You pull away, trying to glance at your watch in the darkness. "Surely Dusty can survive a few minutes without us."

"It's nearly ten. As annoying as that little shit is, he'll be even more annoying if he figures out what's happening here. Plus, we have every night to slow dance."

"You promise?" You ask as you and Steve make your way back to the car.

"I promise, Henderson."

"Good, otherwise I'm telling everyone that you were a super dumb baby!" You laugh and give Steve a push with your shoulder, "Race you to the car?"

The pair of you full on sprint to the car, and you wonder if Steve is letting you win because you're a few pegs ahead of him. When you beat him, he ends up looking at you in amazement.

"Why the hell aren't you on the athletics team? Jeez." Steve's slightly out of breath and laughing.

"Because who would run the book club if I'm off running laps all the time?" You joke, trying to suck in the cold night air, "And, truthfully, I don't want to show you up as the best sportsman in Hawkins High."

"Ha, yeah right." Steve unlocks the car and the both of you get in. This time, he doesn't make a comment about the shoes, and he takes the cassette out of the deck. "I think I made my point with this one. Thank you Roland Orzabal."

Steve kisses the tape, flings it into the backseat and turns the car around. "Let's go get your brother and hope he's not as smart as everyone says he is. Otherwise, we're busted."

He heads back down the track, back to the streets of Hawkins. The pair of you sit in a comfortable silence, while you sneak glances at him. You can't help but smile.

"That smile isn't gonna come off your face, is it?" Steve asks without even looking at you. You're about ten minutes from the school now.

"Oh shut up." You playfully hit Steve's arm and try to stop yourself from smiling. "You seem pretty happy yourself."

"Well duh," Steve finally looks at you, his eyes sparkling. "I mean, of course we might have to hide it from Dustin for a bit, but now I get to boast that Y/N Henderson, book club leader and apparently athletic superstar, is my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? Is that what I am?" Your voice is full of fake surprise just to tease Steve but secretly, you're ecstatic.

"Yes!" He takes his hand off the wheel to grab yours, "Abso-friggin-lutely." He brings your intertwined hands to his mouth and kisses the back of your hand.

"Now, you might wanna get in the backseat before Dustin murders the both of us."

You're five minutes away from the school now, and you unbuckle yourself while Steve drives. You shimmy yourself and dive head-first into the back seat, which earns a light slap on the ass from Steve before you turn to sit back down.

"Hey, Harrington! Watch it!" You laugh as you re-buckle yourself into the backseat.

"Sorry, couldn't resist." He turns to wink at you.

At ten on the dot, Dustin is waiting outside the high school with his friends. Just like your brother predicted, Lucas is holding hands with Max while Mike is holding hands with a girl you've never met. You assume it's El. Both Dustin and Will are stood alone, but both of them have huge smiles on their faces.

When you reach the group, Steve rolls down the passenger side window.

"Steve!" The gang all yell in unison, each one of them bearing a huge grin.

"It was awesome!" Mike says.

"Max even kissed me." Lucas wiggles his eyebrows.

"Hey, shut it!" Max interjects.

"It was fun." The new girl, this El girl, has a slight accent to her voice, as if she doesn't speak English very well.

"Oh hey, Y/N's here." Will points at you in the back seat.

"Hey guys! Looks like you had fun!" You poke your head out a bit so the gang can see you properly. They all say hi to you in unison - it was weird how in sync those kids could be.

"See you kids soon yeah, get home safe." Steve comments to the kids and they all nod. Everyone makes a point of saying their goodbyes and Dustin gets in the car. Steve drives off.

"Honestly it was so good! There was music and at first nobody wanted to dance with me but I did what you said, I looked like a million bucks and everything. And, Nancy danced with me. She said I'm her favourite. She is sooo hot."

Dustin rambles with excitement, flitting his head between Steve and you to make sure you're both listening.

"Glad you had a good time, dude." You reach forward to ruffle Dustin's hair and he swats you away.

"It was great. Even if the girls my age didn't dance with me. Nancy said in time they'll come to love me. Realise how amazing I am."

"Yeah, Nancy can really give some great advice sometimes." Steve says to Dustin, smiling. It gets a smile out of you too, recalling your previous conversation with Steve.

"So, what did you guys do?" Dustin asks.

"Oh you know, got some burgers. Nothing crazy." Steve replies nonchalantly, but he looks at you in the rear view mirror with a smirk on his face, and you catch his glance. You grin ear to ear.

"Yeah. Totally boring stuff. I'm sure you had a way better night, Dust."

"Steve is totally boring, right?" Dustin replies, adding to the banter so the pair of you are being mean to Steve.

"Hey, quit it Henderson!" Steve remarks.

"Which one?" You and your brother reply at the exact same time, which makes all three of you laugh.

You don't think you've ever been this happy in your whole life, and suddenly you're very grateful for your brother and his nerd best friend, Steve Harrington.