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âJust hold stillâŚand done!â Nancy grinned as she capped the eyeliner. She brushed a lock of hair out of his face before declaring, âYouâre officially stage-ready.â
Eddie turned to look at himself in the mirror, instantly pleased with what he saw. Steve always said that his big-ass Bambi eyes were his best feature, and the eyeliner really was making them pop. Add that with the tight jeans, the leather jacket, and the combat boots, and Eddie actually looked like he belonged on a stage.Â
He looked good, but he only cared so much about his own thoughts, âYou think Steve will like it?â
Nancy rolled her eyes, âLike you have to ask. Weâll be lucky if he doesnât have a heart attack.â
Eddie grinned at that. He could only hope that his reaction would be that good, âAnd it will last all night?â
âAt least for 12 hours,â She reassured, âI used the good stuff. This eyeliner lasted on my mom for a fifteen-hour plane ride once, with layovers. Youâre ready.â
Eddie nodded. That was basically equivalent to spending a wild night with Steve, the odds were in his favor. He reached over to give Nancy a one-armed hug, taking the time to hover for a second before she gave him a subtle nod.Â
âGod, youâre such a lifesaver,â Eddie sighed as he squeezed her to his side, âYou sure you donât want to come?â
Nancy snorted, âAre you kidding me? My dad would ground me for the next five years if I got caught. And you know I love you guys but I can barely deal with Steve gushing over you on a normal day, let alone one where you actually look hot.â
âAwwww, you think Iâm hot?â Eddie cooed, laughing at the way it made her cringe.
She was already gathering everything back up into her makeup bag, trying and failing to hide her little smile, âDonât push it.â
But he did, of course he did, the whole way back to the Wheeler house, earning himself a sharp pinch to his arm more than once. He dropped her off at home, promising that they would call her first thing in the morning to say how it went. Then he picked up his boys and the four of them were off, all of them excited out of their minds.Â
Eddie had never imagined that he would be playing on a real stage, in a real city. It had been a silly little radio contest for a charity event, first five callers got the privilege to audition to be a one-time opener for Metallica, a band that Eddie adored but the rest of the world hadnât seemed to have caught on to yet. It was a one-time thing, paired with some great luck for the station to catch them for a single night before their next album release. But still, it was a big deal, especially for people like them that had less than zero connections. Steve was the one who insisted that they call in. Eddie had just never thought that they would have actually won.Â
But they had, and the prize was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to meet a band that Eddie just knew was going to be huge one day. Plus, free hotel rooms for the weekend? What more could a guy ask for?Â
It was a fun drive, of course it was. You couldnât get Eddie, Freak, Gareth, and Jeff in a room together without it being a blast. The only problem was that he already missed Steve. Which was, admittedly, stupid as fuck considering that heâd see him in a matter of hours. He just hated that he had to sneak out for this. Or more aptly, he hated that his parents forced him to sneak out for this. But they had a good plan here.Â
Heâd lie and say he was going to bed early to prepare some bullshit elaborate date for Nancy, one that would involve him being gone for all of Saturday. Heâd sneak out his window by seven, drive the two hours to be there just in time for the curtains opening at nine-thirty. Then theyâd spend the night together like they had been every night for years, his parents none the wiser.
The shitheads.Â
Saturday night and Sunday would be a little trickier, but Steve was coasting off the fact that his parents usually forgot to say goodbye when they left for a trip. They had a red-eye flight at 3 am, and Nancy was already prepped to make a fake phone call to ask if he could stay for dinner Saturday. With any luck, they would forget about him entirely, both of them too tired to think about the fact that they wouldn't have seen their son for nearly two days. The last bit was more of a gamble, but Steve wasnât about to let his parents' wrath ruin his shot at a romantic and paid-for weekend with his boyfriend. Besides, when it came to Nancy, his mom basically never questioned anything. Hell, she was basically on the edge of planning their fucking wedding at this point, beyond ecstatic that Steve had finally gotten himself a permanent girlfriend.Â
God, that girl really was a lifesaver. Eddie was almost surprised at just how much he liked her, and not even because she was beyond useful when it came to hiding their relationship. She was justâŚkind of cool? He didnât know how else to describe it, but her whole gun-toting, no-nonsense, and slightly bitchy persona was really doing it for him. Honestly, on a bad day, Eddie was slightly afraid of her, but he kind of liked that too. The fact that she could go from scarily intense to sarcastically hilarious just equated to a winning personality in his book. And that wasnât even counting how happy she made Steve, and vice versa.Â
Sometimes heâd wander into the room that they were supposed to be studying in, only to find the two of them completely off the rails either talking about their shared passion for musicals, high school gossip, or more often than not, Steve Harrington approved seduction methods for her to try out on Jonathan Beyers. Or Tom Cruise, depending on the timing.Â
They wouldnât even notice that he walked in most of the time, too caught up in laughing with each other. Maybe it was weird, but sometimes Eddie would just watch them for a minute. Steve would be all giggly and smiling and adorable, and it just made Eddie feel warm. Hell, even seeing Nancy happy was enough to make him smile most days, the girl deserved it after everything sheâd been through last year. She was a good person and a good friend. And Eddie was going to get her so many corny Indy souvenirs for covering their asses tonight.Â
They were all nervous as hell when they finally got there, but actually getting to meet the band while they were setting up went surprisingly well. Though that mostly had to do with the fact that they had prepared for it. They had a fool-proof system of aggressively stepping on each otherâs feet when one got a bit too fangirly. And though it left all four with some bruises, it did manage to stop Gareth from telling James Hetfield that he would totally marry him if he was a chick. They made a good impression, Eddie was pretty damn sure of it considering they offered free tickets for their next tour.Â
It was fun, even if he was still nervous as all hell when it was their time to play. He had never felt this anxious walking out on stage before. Maybe that had to do with the fact that it was a real stage, but still. He wasnât the type to be nervous about performing at all, whether that be at the Hideout or hopping on lunch tables for an impassioned speech.Â
He swallowed as he looked out into the crowd, heart pounding in his chest as he realized just how many people were there. It was a far cry from the Hideout where they would be lucky to get ten people to actually notice when they were finished. But this had to be a hundred plus. Eddieâs eyes zeroed into the front row, scanning it for the one thing that could calm him down. It didnât take long to spot him.Â
There he was, smack dab in the middle of the row, completely out of place with his adorable pink polo. He was leaning against the railing, hearts in his eyes as he waved up at him. Eddie grinned, his nerves disappearing the second Steve blew him a kiss. Just the sight of him was enough to bring Eddie back down to earth.
He stepped up to the mic, guitar in hand, and started to sing.
Excerpt from chapter 14 of this fic
#steddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#eddie munson#steve harrington#the universe trapped in your skin#stranger things#very indulgent chapter#before the drama of season 2#and i know thats not how radio contests work or where metallica even was but#lucky for me its all fantasy lol#this is sfw but the fic itself is not#secret relationship steddie#beard nancy wheeler#steddie childhood friends au#steve and nancy friendship#eddie and nancy friendship
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To me itâs the fact that Steve assumed Robin had a license but still woke up 3 hours before his work shift to drive her to school everyday.
That is not a plot hole everybody, that is just the kind of person Steve Harrington is.
#you dont understand#what a great friend Steve is#this is the main reason why I donât want his story to revolve again around Nancy#itâs him and Robin and they have the greatest friendship in the show#these two mf will get married and live together and itâs going to be 10000% platonic#if you look up platonic soulmates in the dictionary SBAM just pictures of Stobin#Im done bye#steve harrington#platonic stobin#robin buckley#stranger things
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Grass is green, water is wet, and Jonathan Byers does not like Steve Harrington.
These are known facts in the universe.
Computers were going to take over the world, a âmobileâ phone was being invented, and Steve Harrington had lost most of his hearing.
These were unknown facts--rumors even, if you will. Eddie had never seen even a grain of truth to support any of them.Â
(Well, maybe the computer thing, but only because Grant and Dustin both had made a couple of convincing arguments.)Â
So he doesnât think about it, when his freshman gang up on him.Â
Doesnât even factor the âcanât hear wellâ thing in, when he was tasked (demanded, whined, bitched and moaned at) with helping them explain to Steve why going to the release party of the new D&D box set, located at a hobby store only a mere 2 hour drive away, was important.
Eddieâs not even sure how the little shits got him to agree to do it until heâs standing in the parking lot in front of the former King himself.Â
âThe storeâs leading up to the release with a handful of one-shots.â Heâs explaining, unsure whether to pull out the bored act or play up his court jester persona, and thus mixing and matching on the fly.Â
He does not care if Harrington doesnât know what a one-shot is.Â
âTheyâre releasing the set at midnight. You have to be there to get it though, you canât have someone else pick it up for you because they only got a certain amount in.âÂ
Harringtonâs frowning (no surprise) but itâs not until Eddie is well into his spiel about how his van is already full with the elder members of Hellfire, and thus has no room for the freshmen, that he realizes Steve isnât quite looking at him.Â
Is in fact, looking over his shoulder.
Eddie stops. Follows Harringtonâs gaze.
Parked across from Steveâs Beemer, is Jonathan Byerâs barely working clunker car.Â
A handful of steps in front of it, and thus nearly right behind Eddie, is the man himself.
His hands are still moving, mouth shaping words silent as he goes, his gaze locked not on Eddie or the kids--but on Steve.Â
Who turns back around as Harringtonâs eyes slide right back to him.Â
âAnd this is taking place next Friday?â He says, in that sort of annoyed but resigned way parents aim at their children. âAfter school?âÂ
âIâd like to go during school, but the freshmen insist you wouldnât let them ditch out.â Eddie tells him. âThey had two separate arguments about it.âÂ
Loud ones, that had interrupted the game and given Eddie a migraine.Â
Once again Steveâs eyes slide away from him, to Jonathan.Â
âTheyâre not skipping school.â He says suddenly, a glare forming and Jonathan makes an annoyed noise.Â
âThey argued about skipping, theyâre not going to.â He says aloud, and finally steps up so that heâs next to Eddie instead of behind him.Â
âMunson slow down, I canât sign as fast as youâre talking.â He adds, in the hang-dog grumble heâs notorious for.Â
Eddie stares at him.Â
âCan he seriously not hear me?âÂ
âNo.â Steve and Jonathan answer together.Â
âI can kind of still hear,â Steve adds, gaze returning to Eddieâs face. âBut its more loud music or noises. I can lip read, but youâre also talking too fast for that.âÂ
Without pausing, he turns back to Jonathan and says; âWhy canât you take them?â
âItâs Friday.â Byers deadpans.Â
Eddieâs not an expert on sign language, but his hands somehow looked deadpan too.Â
Heâs not sure how Jonathan did that.Â
âSo?â Steve snarks back.Â
What follows is an argument that Eddie is not, at all involved in, mostly because heâs too busy handling the fact that Jonathan Byers has learned sign language, for Steve Harrington, apparently, and given the tone the argument is taking they still donât even like each other. Â
Eventually the argument ends, Steve throwing his hands in the air and demanding that Jonathan owes him.Â
(Eventually Eddie will corner the ever so quiet Will Byers and ask why the hell his brother learned sign language for someone he clearly fucking hates.
âOh they donât hate each other.â Baby Byers would say, in that shy, quiet way of his. âI think theyâre actually friends now?âÂ
âYou think?â
âWell--youâve seen them.â Will shrugs. âI think being mean to each other is kinda their thing.âÂ
âWhat the hell.â Eddie would think, right up until he stumbled across one of the kids sign language books.Â
Byers the Elder, he decides, isnât the only person who should learn sign language to chew out Harrington properly.
The pay off is immediate.Â
Or at least, the pay off of watching Steveâs shocked face the first time Eddie signs something vulgar at him is, anyway.)
#you can read this as#stonathan#or as#steddie#or as all three idc LOL#steven harrington#eddie munson#jonathan byers#I am once again back on my shit of Jonathan and Steve having THEE most antagonistic friendship#just constantly slinging insults and being low key mean to each other#and then Jonathan just casually signing the same way the party does to help Steve out once his hearing really starts to go#very much#âYoure a fucking dick and I hate you but also youre family and includedâ#eddie is BAFFLED#but is equally quick to jump on that bandwagon#0o0 fanfics#if asked Jonathans excuse as to why he learned sign language is so he can make sure Steve is properly hearing him talk shit about him#very âhe needs to know hes wrongâ vibes#Nancy and robin sigh very dramatically about it#Steve can actually read jonathan's lips the easiest/clearest and refuses to tell anyone that#but Jonathan somehow knows anyway
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'Is something wrong?' Nancy asks, not long after the two of them have taken their familiar spots on the hood of Steve's car. They're basking in what might be the last warm sunlight of the year, looking out over the quarry, at a safe distance from the edge.
It's become a tradition the two of them share, ever since they reconnected back in March. It calms them both, to just sit here and take in the view, no one around but each other. Nancy is one of the few people Steve can share a comfortable silence with: sometimes they sit here quietly for what feels like hours, side by side, listening to music or to nothing but the birds singing around them. But they also have their best conversations here: it's the place where Nancy entrusted him she wanted to break up with Jonathan; it's the place where they talked about their shared past and decided they would always love each other as friends; it's the place where they finally talked about Barbara in a way they couldn't when they were younger. It's where Nancy talked about the ghosts still haunting her and Steve talked about how lonely he sometimes felt.
Steve huffs. 'How did you guess?'
'When you frown, you always do it with your whole face,' Nancy notes. 'So it's hard to miss, really.'
Steve glances at her side profile. There's a serenity to her features that's still relatively new. It means she's healing, slowly learning how to be happy again. It means she stopped waiting for the end of the world and started believing in a real future again. It makes Steve proud of how far they both have come.
'I had a fight with Eddie,' he confesses. 'And with Dustin, I guess.'
'What happened?'
He sighs. 'It's complicated.'
'Wanna tell me about it?'
The look in her eyes is kind and inviting. Steve hesitates. He wants to, but he doesn't know if he can. It's a risk. It's scary.
But he can't imagine Nancy Wheeler ever being careless with his secrets. He can't imagine her judging him, can't imagine her being as small-minded as most people in this town.
He was planning on telling her anyway, because things had been going so well with Eddie lately and â no, he shouldn't think about that right now. But maybe it would actually be nice to talk about it with Nancy.
'So, um...' His throat feels tight and his hands are sweaty. 'I recently discovered some things about myself. I-' The words get stuck somewhere on the way to his mouth, and he clears his throat.
Nancy doesn't push, but only gives him an encouraging nod, waiting for him to find his voice again.
'I found out I like boys,' he finally manages to confess. 'And I need you to know that â that that doesn't mean that what I felt for you wasn't real. It was. I loved you, and now I fell in love with a boy. And-'
'Steve.' Nancy's hand suddenly covers his, causing him to finally jerk his head away from the view over the quarry, to focus on her face again instead.
Her eyes are wide, and she squeezes his hand.
'You don't have to explain yourself to me,' she tells him. 'We're good. But thank you for telling me. For trusting me with this.'
Steve heaves out a relieved sigh, and Nancy smiles; it's that genuine kind of smile which reveals all kinds of dimples and soft lines across her face.
'We might be more similar than you thought,' she tells him, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks.
'Really?' Her words make his breath catch in his throat. He squints at her, trying to see her in this new light. 'Are you saying what I think you're saying?'
She shrugs. 'I don't know. I'm not sure yet,' she admits. 'Still figuring things out.'
'Take your time, there's no rush,' he tells her. 'But...' He bumps his shoulder against hers. 'When you're done figuring it out, talk to me, okay?'
She nods. 'Okay.'
For a while, it's quiet between the two of them. Some kind of raptor circles high above them in the sky. They both follow it with their eyes until it disappears among the tree tops west of the quarry.
'Is it Eddie?'
Steve blinks dumbly a couple of times.
'Wha- what?'
'The guy you were talking about. The one you fell in love with. It's Eddie, isn't it?'
'Jesus, Wheeler, what kind of sorceress are you?' Steve exclaims.
Nancy laughs again. 'You're not being as subtle as you think,' she tells him. 'The two of you have been hooking up for a while now, haven't you?'
Steve huffs dramatically. 'This is unfair. You know everything; I can't even tell you my own secrets anymore!'
'So what happened?' Nancy asks. 'You said you had a fight with him?'
'It's fucking stupid,' he sighs. 'Dustin was getting way too excited about the fact that I was gonna be hanging out with you, so I told him I was seeing someone. Next thing I knew, he was telling Eddie all about how I was seeing a girl.' He waves his hands around to make annoyed air quotations. 'I wanted to tell Eddie it was a misunderstanding, but Dustin was there, so I couldn't out us just like that, and he looked so betrayed and heartbroken... He didn't wanna listen to me.'
Steve sighs; he still can't manage to forget that look in Eddie's eyes when Dustin delivered the big news. 'I wish I would've talked about what I felt for him earlier. I should've been honest when I had the chance, y'know. But I was afraid he wouldn't wanna label what we had, that he wouldn't feel the same way â and now we're in this whole mess. God, he must hate me right now, Nance.'
To his surprise, Nancy gives him an unexpected slap against his arm.
'Ouch, what the hell was that for?!'
'What are you even doing here with me, Steve? You should've gone after him, tell him how you feel!'
'I tried, obviously, but he didn't wanna listen to me!'
'So make him listen! You're in love with him, he obviously feels the same way about you, and you let him leave to wallow in a broken heart he doesn't even need to have!' She rolls her eyes and slides off the car, adding something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like an exasperated 'Boys!' before she pulls Steve off the car as well. 'C'mon, time to get your ass over to the trailer park. Right. Now,' she says through gritted teeth. And, well, Steve knows better than to argue with a determined - and truthfully quite terrifying - Nancy Wheeler.
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#look i can and i will exploit the miscommunication trope until yall are sick and tired of it#bc steddie is actually the perfect couple for keeping that trope believable#they're idiots with terrible communication skills it's canon#they WOULD#âcan't you just talk to him?â âwait what i can????â IT'S SO THEM OKAY#nancy is the only sane person here i don't make the rules#don't mind me rambling about stranger things#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#nancy wheeler#platonic stancy#(i love platonic stancy they mean the world to me)#(i truly didn't mean to trick anyone into reading about them this just kinda. happened. idk)#this is making me wanna write more about their friendship actually they deserve their own fic#stranger things#fruity ficlet
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âSo how did you know?â
âKnow what?â
âYâknow, how did you know.â
âDingus, Iâm gonna need you to spell it out for me here, the Russians did a number on how many of my braincells are actually working.â
âHow did you know that you liked girls?â
Robin Buckley immediately pushed herself up so she was resting on her elbows, head tilted to catch Steve Harringtonâs eyes in the low light of their hospital room.
They werenât originally even going to go to the hospital, if Robin was being honest. They had just wanted to slip away back to their respective homes, but then Melissa and Richard Buckley caught wind that Robin was hurt. Then the both of them realized that Steveâs parents (if Robin has to use that term to describe them) had less than zero intention of sending anyone to pick up Steve.
Then EMS made the light suggestion of both of them probably needing to go to Hawkins General Hospital⌠and well, while Melissa and Richard did tend to lead toward more natural remedies⌠one couldnât fix a concussion or a drugging with an unknown substance with essential oils and hope.
âRobbie? Did you OD over there?â Steve had himself up on his elbows, easily mimicking Robin. Thatâs the thing that makes the inside of Robin ache, that heâs so like her. She knows that sheâs an only child, knows that, but sometimes Steveâll just⌠do something and it makes her question it. Makes her wonder how she spent so long without him, without another brain and two legs and arms and so much hair. âRobbie?â
âNo, I am still alive.â Robin slowly spoke, before she let out a soft sigh. âWhy do you ask?â
âLike-â Steve huffed as he shook his head from side to side, before he used the one hand that was free from the pulse monitor and saline drip to card through his hair. Itâs sleep ruffled, and if he uses product (Robin is sure he does), itâs for sure gone. Steve looks up though, and his eyes are so earnest that it causes something to hurt inside of Robin. ânever mind just ignore- fuck - just ignore me.â
âI couldnât ignore you if I tried, you idiot.â Robin let out a huff, and she winced as the PICC line in her arm shifted as tilted to be able to fully face Steve on her side. âBut I just, dingus, this is out of left field for even you.â
âHow so?â
âDid you even know that, that people like me even existed until a couple of hours ago?â Robin kept her voice soft, especially as Steve huffed out an indignant sounding sigh. Robin sighs though, and then she cards her own hand through her hair, and forges onward. âI think Iâve just⌠always known.â
âAlways?â
âYeah like-â Robin shrugged, a careful movement of her shoulders. âWhen I was like, eight? My uh, parents sent me to this camp thing- like summer camp kind of like what Dustin went to? But with, yâknow, with the swimming and archery and dude I was fucking awful at it.â Steve let out a soft and watery laugh at Robinâs rambling, and that gave Robin enough power to continue. âBut we uh, had these like songs we had to learn? And there was this uh, girl counselor there that had to teach me because you know, that was her job.â
âYeah?â
âYeah, and uh. She couldnât have been older than I am now but manâŚâ Robin let out a slow whistle, and allowed herself to fully melt into the hospital cot sheâs laid up on. âAll I could think was that I just wanted to be with her. Like not even kissing because I thought kissing was gross then, still do now kinda but anyway- I wanted to like, hold her hand and shit. Do the cheesy stuff Iâd seen in the movies, yâknow?â
Steve huffed out his own laugh, and he tilted his head to lean against his pillows instead of facing Robin. Robin watched though, quiet for once, as Steve swallowed once and then twice- before he cleared his throat.
âI knew it existed before you.â
âWhat?â
âIt.â
âDingus-â
âGirls liking girls.â Steveâs voice is barely above a whisper, even as Robin can hear him gulp in a lungful of air. âAnd boys liking boys.â
âYou did?â Robin kept her voice quiet, gentle, as coaxing as she could- especially when she could see Steveâs throat bob. âDingus?â
âIâŚâ Steve doesnât continue, and thatâs enough.
Enough to Robin that she pushed herself up, and ignored the pain that ricocheted down her spine like needles. Ignored Steveâs hurried âwhat are-â, as she stumbled out of her hospital bed and right to Steveâs. She made sure to drag her IV pole and the monitor with her, situating it as best as she could next to Steveâs. Robin huffed quietly as the pain trickled down her spine, and she couldnât help but smile as Steve curled his hand carefully around her wrist and tugged.
Robin got comfortable, let Steve fret over her as best as he could, his fingers only ever-so slightly trembling as he made sure that the line in her arm wasnât kinked up. They were pressed close, side to side and hip to hip, and Robin tilted her head down until it was rested on Steveâs shoulder.
âWanna keep going, Stevie?â
âNo.â
âBut?â
âIâŚâ Steve huffed again, a small indignant noise that Robin mimicked.
They sat like that then, just the two of them for a moment, before Steve continued slowly.
âIâve never, told anyone this- like Iâve told Tommy H. so much shit about me - but this is⌠Robin this is different.â Steve speaks in a hurried and stilted way, like heâs stringing together bits and pieces of sentences, and it shouldnât work.
But it does because heâs Steve and sheâs Robin.
And truthfully, Robin likes that. That theyâre Steve and Robin. SteveandRobin. RobinandSteve. Likes that the two of them are so in tune that even her own mother didnât want to separate them.
That had to mean something in the end, didnât it?
âTell me, whatever⌠whenever.â Robin murmured as she turned her head so she could press a soft kiss to Steveâs shoulder. The hospital gown is thin enough she can feel the heat of his skin from up under it, and thatâs grounding. Grounding even as Steve drew in a shaky breath, audibly swallowing again. âWhenever youâre ready, Iâm here.â
âI didnât uh, notice Tammy in Ms. Clickâs class or uh, you for a reason.â Steve slowly spoke, eyes wet, and Robin can hear his sniffle as he tried to reign his emotions back. âMs. Click made him sit uh, right by her desk at the front of the room.â
And oh.
Oh.
If that doesnât immediately settle something that just usually writhes around in Robinâs chest.
âHim?â Robin is gentle, gentler than she thinks sheâs ever been.
âUh, yeah⌠Eddie Munson?â Steve huffed out an almost dry laugh, the only thing that he does that ever remotely reminds her of his time as his high school âKing Steveâ persona. âHe uh, got this bat tattoo right before that yearâs Thanksgiving break and all I could do was just⌠gawk at him.â
âAnd then what?â Robin knew she was pushing, searching for information, but she canât help it. Not when Steve is right next to her, hip to hip and thigh to thigh. Not when heâs like her. In all the ways that matter.
âI went home and screamed into my pillow.â
Robin immediately smacked Steveâs thigh with the knuckles of her left hand- grinning in triumph when Steve let out a squawk of laughter.
âEddie Munson?â
âWhat about him?â
âHeâs⌠heâs a total dud!â
âNo heâs not!â
âHe stepped in my mashed potatoes once! That is totally total dud material!â
âNo way!â
âHe wants to be like, like a metal singer!â
âHe has a band! Dreams!â
âDo you even know if he can hold a tune?â
âWell, no-â
âTotal. Dud.â
Robin grinned wide as Steve launched into a very quick defense about Eddie, and she decides then and there that Steve and her? Theyâll be just fine.
Especially if she can get Eddie to come into Steve and herâs orbit just a bit, to see if the crush is still there.
Because while Robin may not have all of the gay knowledge in the world, there is one thing for a complete certainty that she knows.
The black hanky that Eddie kept in his pocket?
WellâŚ
Robin chuffed to herself, before she tilted so she could lay on her side- nose tucked into the place where Steveâs neck and shoulder met.
Right before she falls asleep though, Robin does a very important thing on a mental whiteboard.
You Rule: 1
You Suck: 0
hope you all enjoyed! truthfully think this is one of my favorite things i have written. love platonic stobin. <3
#angeldreamsoffanfic#steve harrington#robin buckley#steve and robin#robin and steve#platonic stobin#stobin friendship#codependent stobin#steve harrington and robin buckley are bffs#eventual steddie#steddie#steddie ficlet#richard and melissa buckley saw steve sitting in the ambulance with robin and went oh we have a son now#steve harrington has bad parents#but he has the buckleys now <3#fleshed out robin buckleyâs gay awakening#the counselor was named in my head but it didnât make sense to fit it in here (her name was maddie)#robin likes girls where there name ends in something that sounds like the letter âyâ#exhibit a: tammy exhibit b: vickie exhibit c: nancy exhibit d: chrissy#in this essay i will#stobin ficlet#platonic with a capital p#sometimes i tag things and then forget other (see more important) tags#sorry yâall
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Before the Upside Down, Steve Harrington could sleep like the dead. Once he laid his head on the checkered pattern pillow, Steve would be oblivious to anything happening in the world around him as he found solace in his dreams.
Steve would never admit it to Tommy H or Carol, but his dreams were his only safe place. In Steve's dream world, he wasn't the son to absent parents or the perfect King Steve; he was whatever version of himself that would've never been allowed around the Harringtons or the population at Hawkins High. Steve was comforted by the anonymity that was created as he slept till an alarm or the sunlight peeking through his curtains woke him.
Before the Upside Down, Eddie Munson would laugh as he told the rest of Corroded Coffin about how much he slept during the weekend. But, groan when Uncle Wayne stomped into his bedroom at 4pm wondering, "Boy, since when did you become a vampire?"
Basically, Eddie found it hilarious that he could sleep 16 hours a day and still go to bed at 9pm every night. One thing about Eddie Munson before that fated afternoon with Chrissy Cunningham, he could sleep like a corpse and never worry about sleep avoiding his clutches. Because as Uncle Wayne or a member of Corroded Coffin could tell anyone, Eddie loved to sleep and would theoretically kill anyone who tried to disrupt his slumber.
After the Upside Down, Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington found solace in one another as they struggled to remember who they were before circumstances led them to emotional, mental, and physical scars. Steve could no longer find comfort in his dream world as it replayed his most traumatizing moments from the last couple of years. Eddie could no longer sleep like the dead since he actually knew what it felt like to lay limp and face death.
Eddie and Steve stare into one another's eyes as they share a pillow in Steve's massive bed. Eddie whispers to Steve about how envious he is of his past self as he dramatically recounts Uncle Wayne's stomps or Corroded Coffin's scoffs. As Eddie spoke, Steve wonders if Eddie could be trusted with his deepest secrets about who he wishes he could be.
As Eddie's giggles fade into the dark of the night, Steve clears in throat and begins to tell Eddie about the lack of safety he has felt since turning 12 and being handed bundles of money that were to be budgeted until his parents came back home from whatever business trip Jonathan Harrington needed to attend. Steve mumbles about Tommy and Carol, or anyone else, never being able to fill the hollow space that was this mausoleum of a house until Dustin Henderson hijacked Nancy's roses and forced Steve to go on a wild demo dog chase. With a smile that actually reaches Steve's eyes, he tells Eddie how he finally knew what a mutual love felt like when Robin refused to get a new job without Steve.
Eddie desperately wants to read between the lines and believe himself to be someone who brought something into Steve's life. The begging words he sends up to whatever universal force doesn't want to continue fucking his life are interrupted as Steve looks Eddie in the eyes and admits, "Eddie Munson, you brought light and noise into my life."
Steve Harrington never understood how significant it was to feel the sun on his skin until Eddie woke up from his coma after his encounter with the bats, and begged for the blinds in his hospital room to be opened. Eddie's smile changed as he adjusted to the new scars on his skin, but Steve has never seen something so beautiful in his life.
Steve flinched in noisy environments when he remembers how angry his father would get if Steve existed too loudly. But, since Eddie took Steve to the middle of nowhere and convinced him to just scream, Steve has found himself seeking out music that taught him to release his emotions instead of pushing them further and further down.
Steve Harrington finally found safety in the real world when Eddie Munson whispers, "Stevie, please let me kiss you."
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Yellow
@steddiemicrofic December prompt: pine | wc: 508 | G | cw: none | tags: misunderstandings, pre-Steddie
âLooking good, Nance. Did you do something with your hair?â Nancy did not. She knew for a fact her curls looked worse for wear thanks to the raging wind outside. Steve knew that, too â had to, with his in-depth knowledge of maintaining hair, curls or not. Eddie stiffens next to her. âIâm here to return this,â Nancy pulls out a Breakfast Club tape from her bag with a forced smile. âGreat movie choice,â Steve trudges on with otherwise admirable perseverance. The ugly green Family Video creases inelegantly as he leans forward. âI think it sucks,â Eddie jumps in. He grins but Nancy knows him well enough to tell how tense he really is. And isnât that a wild thought in itself? Nancy would never expect to get along so well with Eddie Munson and yet here he was, dare she say it - her best friend at the moment. Steve lets out a nervous laugh, red dotting his cheeks as his hand ventures out to rub his neck. Robinâs bright eyes keep darting back and forth between two boys, an unreadable look on her face. âThis is getting ridiculous,â Nancy says once she slips into the driver seat of her car. Eddie joins her on the other side, uncharacteristically quiet. Her eyebrows drop lower. âHeâll get over it soon. Youâll see.â âI donât know, Wheeler. He seems pretty dedicated.â The thing is, Nancyâs observant. She pays attention to her close circle of friends, and that includes Steve. Something about this isnât adding up â the compliments, the showering with attention. And itâs not only because sheâs usually left with a morose Eddie, unfairly pining away, in the aftermath. Itâs been going on for weeks now. Somethingâs got to give, eventually, sheâs sure. It does, a week later, when Steve Harrington knocks on the Wheelersâ front door in the middle of the day, clad in an ironed shirt and beige khakis. âHere,â he hands her a bouquet of yellow roses. âTheyâre for you.â She makes a point of not taking them. They hang awkwardly between them until Steve drops his hand with a grimace. âWeâre not getting back together,â Nancy tells him bluntly. Steveâs a good guy, he is, but he can be a bit obtuse sometimes. To her surprise, Steve doesnât deter her. Instead, he blinks. âWhat?â âItâs sweet that youâre trying,â she tries. âBut we wouldnât work out. We just wouldnât.â He blinks again. âI donât-uh. This is awkward.â Understatement if sheâs ever seen one. âI donât want to date you, Nancy,â Steve finally says. He winces before adding. âNo offense.â âThen whatâs with this?â she points to the flowers. âThe compliments? All of it?â He sighs. âI know we didnât really end on good terms. And your opinion matters to him- I mean, he's just so-â âHim?â Nancy questions before realization dawns on her. âEddie?â âWait, does he think I â shit!â Steveâs eyes grow wide as he shoves the flowers into Nancyâs chest and backs out towards the car. âShit! Sorry, Nance. Gotta go!â
Yellow Roses are the symbol of friendship <3
#steddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddiemicrofic#steddiemicroficdecember#poor stevie just wants to mend his friendship with nancy but accidentally turns on flirting mode#steve to nancy: you look great today#steve to robin later: why didn't eddie want to look at me :c#another case of 'scenes i imagine in my steve/oc universe that will never see the light of day'
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That viral tweet but make it ronance + steve
#click for quality#stranger things#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#ronance#maya hawke#natalia dyer#joe keery#robin buckley x nancy wheeler#nancy wheeler x robin buckley#stobin friendship#platonic stobin#stobin#platonic with a capital p#stranger things fanart#ronance fanart#roo paints#ronance art#meme redraw
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Taking place from September 1st to 30th, artists and writers will have the opportunity to share their Stobin creations and works.
There will be no minimum or maximum word count, we just ask that after 1000k you add a 'read more,' to your post. Please rate your works accordingly and use warnings at the top of your post if you believe your content could be triggering to some users. When posting make sure to write the prompt of the day at the top of your post and tag @sept-stobin-extravaganza so your post can be added to the queue. Expect to see a 'đŚ' commented in the replies of your post, that's when you'll know it's been added to the queue. After receiving a 'đŚ' in your replies please add your works to the Ao3 Collection. Same goes for artists.
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fwb to lovers (steddie)
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â Steve says. âI can do casual sex. Iâm great at casual sex. Friends with benefits will be a breeze.â
âYouâre full of shit,â Robin says flatly.Â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
âYou canât do friends with benefits, Steve,â Eddie cringes from his hiding spot behind a shelf, like a criminal whoâs been doing friends with benefits with Steve. âYou fall in love with every age-appropriate friend you have. Add chemistry and compatibility to that mix, and youâre toast. Might as well slather you in butter and jam, thatâs how toasted you are.â
âI donât fall in love with all my friends,â Steve protests weakly.
Robin holds up a finger. âNancy,â she starts.
âThat doesnât count! We werenât friends until after we dated.â
She ignores him, putting up another finger. âJonathan.â
Eddie frowns at that, mentally going back and pulling up every memory he has of Jonathan and Steve interacting. The jokes that Steve threw his head back to laugh at, the flush on his cheeks. It makes sense, and Eddie doesnât like it.Â
Then he realizes how ridiculous that is. Heâs the one sleeping with Steve, a feat heâs fairly sure Jonathan hasnât accomplished. Jonathan doesnât know the sounds Steve makes when he comes, or how amazing Steve looks on his knees. Eddie smugly puts his jealousy to the side in favor of listening in.Â
Steve has turned a bright red. âYou canâtââ
âMe.â
He gives up trying to stop her, putting his head on the counter in shame.
âPlus Eddie,â she finishes, raising a fourth finger and waving it at him. Eddie nearly falls over with surprise. Sure, the whole conversation had been gearing up to it, but he wasnât expecting an actual confirmation. Steve doesnât even argue. âFour for four, Steve. Not including Tommy, Carol, the Tommy and Carol incident, or the time you made out with Argyle, which actually makes seven. Do I need to keep going?â
Woah, woah, woah, what? Here he is being jealous of Jonathan when fucking Argyle is the one he needs to watch out for. Eddie briefly wonders if he can get away with putting hair remover in his shampoo or some shit. Weed out the competition.Â
No, thatâs too far.Â
He also wants to hear more about this Tommy and Carol incident.Â
Robin is still waiting for a reply, eyebrow raised.Â
âNo,â Steve mutters into the counter.
âThatâs what I thought.â She hops up on the counter, lightly tugging his hair to get him to look at her. âI just listed all your friends who arenât toddlers, so which of them is it? Fair warning, if itâs Jonathan Iâll just kill you to put you out of your misery.â
âHey, whatâs wrong with Jonathan?â Steve asks, afronted. Maybe Eddie should be jealous.
âNothing! Except the part where heâs your ex-girlfriendâs boyfriend. Even if they are in the middle of the worldâs most awkward slow-burn breakup, thatâs not the Dingus I know.â
âAre they really?â Steve asks, apparently oblivious to something even Eddie could see from outer space. âDoesnât matter, itâs not Jonathan. ItâsâŚitâs Eddie.â
âEddie,â she echoes, entirely unsurprised. âSteve, you know I hate to be the voice of reason, but that is a remarkably bad idea. Like, Jesus, thatâs rough.â
Ouch. He thought Robin liked him.Â
Steve smirks. âSo is he.â
âEw.â Robin throws a VHS case at him.Â
âOw! Hey!â
âDingus! Why is your brain so nasty all the time?â
âOh, like yours is so pure. I can see your rent history, Buckley. How many times have you watched Fast Times this week?â
Theyâre off, bickering like the world's worst comedy duo, and Eddie has to stifle his laughter into his hand. Jesus, but they could go on television with this shit. Buckley is a master at coming up with insults.Â
Finally, they wind down, and Robin leans against Steve. âYou know this is gonna break your heart, right?â She asks quietly, sadly. Eddie busies himself with studying the back of whatever movie is in front of him, pretending heâs not straining to catch every second of this conversation.Â
âI know,â Steve answers. Eddieâs heart skips a beat. âWorth it, though.â
âIs it?â
His laugh is hollow. âI guess weâll see.â
The thing is, Eddie doesnât want to break Steveâs heart. He wants to hold it in his hands, feel along the steadily-beating shape of it, learn all the things that make it tick. Wrap it in bubble wrap, store it away in his own chest so that no one else can get to it. Keep it safe.Â
Thereâs just one problem with that.Â
Eddieâs never been on a date in his life.Â
Everyone knows Steve is a romantic. Heâs the kind of guy whoâll buy flowers for a date, chocolates for Valentineâs Day, take you to the movie theater and make out in the back. All the classics. Eddieâs version of romance so far has been sacrificing himself to the wet spot so Steve wouldnât have to deal with it.Â
If heâs going to date Steve, he wants to do it properly. Which, okay, they canât really risk necking in a theater, and theyâd have to be careful at a diner, and Loverâs Lake is out for obvious reasons, andâ
Jesus, dating as a queer is fucking hard. He hasnât even been on one yet, and heâs exhausted thinking about all the hoops theyâll have to jump through. Maybe they could just get takeout and a movie, like they always do. Â
No. No. He just said he was going to be romantic, dammit!
What is romance, anyway? Really itâs just a false sense of meaning attributed to certain gestures instead of others. In a different universe, ding-dong ditching burning dog shit on someoneâs porch is probably a declaration of intent.Â
Hmm.Â
No!Â
Okay, romance. He can do romance. After all, he wrote the greatest love story of all time. Between Sir Severus the knight and the great bard Edith the Magnificent.Â
Heâs never claimed to be subtle.Â
He stares down at his notebook, page empty and mocking. Heâs going to need some help.Â
With a huff and a dirty look at the notebook, he heaves himself out of bed. Stalks through the hallway so he can punch a number in the phone with more than a little vehemence.Â
âWheeler? Yeah, itâs Eddie. Can you put your sister on?â
âRomance,â Nancy repeats, brow furrowed. âYouâve been sleeping with Steve, and now you want to romance him.â
âYep.â
âAnd you came to me and not Robin becauseâŚâ
âShe canât keep a secret from Steve. Câmon, Wheeler, you know this.â
She purses her lips in a way that he knows means she agrees with him. âYou know,â she says, âAs someone who did date Steve, I think he would just be happy to be with you. You could be doing anything, and it would be amazing to him because you were there.â
Eddie stares at her. âThatâs such a cop out.âÂ
Her face instantly goes from sweet to annoyed beyond comprehension. Itâs his favorite expression of hers. He makes sure to bring it out often.Â
Eddie puts a single rose on Steveâs nightstand. Yellow, like his favorite color. There, he thinks proudly, declaration of intent.Â
Nancy is less than impressed when he tells her.Â
âWhatâs the problem?â He asks, affronted. âItâs a fucking rose! In his favorite color! Thereâs no way to misinterpret that!â
âDid you even read the pages I copied for you?â
âI started to, but then I remembered that yellow roses exist. He looks really good in yellow, and itâs his favorite color, so heâd probably appreciate a yellow rose. See? Romantic.â
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before pulling the book off her nightstand and flipping through the pages. He doesnât get what the big deal is, he thinks his idea was pretty fucking swell, actually. He tells her so.Â
The answering look she gives him could level a city.Â
âItâs a nice idea,â she tells him. âThe sentiment is right. It would be perfect if his favorite color was anything else.â
âWhatâs wrong with yellow?â
She purses her mouth and shows him the book, open to roses and their color meanings.Â
âSon of a bitch!â
Friendship roses. Fucking friendship roses. Most ridiculous thing heâs ever heard.
#fwb to lovers au#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#nancy wheeler#i just think nancy and eddie would have the kind of friendship where they're super close but also so sososososo catty#either to each other or other people. judgemental besties#rip eddie you try to tell a guy you're in love with him and you accidentally friendzone him even more#stranger things fanfic
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July Drabble #4- Girl Talk
âI like Nancy.âÂ
Her voice cracked and she curled in on herself, afraid of the response that would eventually come. She didnât know what she would do if Steve hated her for something she had tried to ignore for so long. Robin knew it was wrong to have a crush on her best friendâs ex and she knew there was a chance that Steve could react negatively, but she couldnât keep it to herself any longer. Â
She told Steve everything.âŻShe needed to tell him this. Â
His silence scared her. They hadnât turned the lights on when they climbed into the bed so she couldnât see his face; couldnât see his reaction.âŻÂ
Robin reached out with a shaky hand and breathed a sigh of relief when Steve entwined their fingers together, their socked feet were already touching as they lay facing each other in Robinâs bed. âAre you mad at me?â The question broke the silence in the room and caused Steve to squeeze her hand in reassurance.âŻÂ
âIâm not mad, Robs.â He sighed softly and held her hand against his heart. âIâm worried youâll get hurt. I donât know if Nancy is... yaâknow.â He trailed off and if the light was on, Robin would be able to see the sad smile that no doubt pulled at his lips.Â
âAnd for that exact reason I tried not to like her, Steve, I really did. Sheâs just so - â Beautiful, smart, caring, brave.âŻÂ
âPerfect.â Steve said with a soft laugh.âŻÂ
Robin sighed and rolled onto her back; Steve kept her hand held tight in his own. âPerfect.â The word was both right and wrong. Robin felt she needed a whole new alphabet to find the right words to describe Nancy.Â
âAre you going to tell her?ââŻÂ
âTell her that I like her? God, no. Thatâs between us and whatever god is listening.â Robin's not stupid. She knew she was never going to be anything more than Nancyâs friend, sheâs cried and journaled about it already. Itâs completely fine with her. Sort of. Not really.âŻÂ
Steve moved closer, his big head now squished onto the same pillow as her. He waited a beat before saying softly, âNo, are you going to tell her youâre a lesbian?âÂ
Steveâs words settled on top of Robin like a weighted blanket thatâs just slightly too heavy. She knew that in order to confess to Nancy she'd have to come out to her but the thought made Robinâs stomach flip and flop like a fish out of water. Â
âDo I have to?â She was scared, terrified actually.Â
âNo, but maybe telling her could help. Maybe Nancy broke up with me because she's secretly a lesbian.â Robin could hear the smile in his voice. He had a point but it was still so nerve wracking. Â
What if it went badly? What if the one person Robin really wanted to know the truth didnât accept her? Â
Robin let out a sad noise, somewhere between a groan and a sob, and Steve, sensing her distress, pulled the covers over their heads so that they were shielded from the world. âYou donât have to do anything you donât want to, Robs. Thereâs no rush. Youâll get there one day and when that day comes, Iâll be by your side.ââŻÂ
âOh my god, that was so cheesy.âÂ
âYou love my cheese.ââŻÂ
Robin snorted and shoved him lightly. âNo, I donât. Iâm lactose intolerant.âÂ
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If I Should Stay
More housekeeping! I was wrong about the date last time. My hiatus isnât starting on the 15th; itâs starting on the 13th, possibly a bit earlier. But Iâll see yâall a little less than a month after that!
Part 1 | . . . | Part 38 | Part 39 | Part 40
âVecnaâs got my sister,â Steve whispers into the line, and Robin knows immediately that this time, this next fight with Vecna, is going to be very different.
Sheâs not going to let two of his atoms touch after what heâs done.
âOkay,â she answers, mind going a million miles an hour. âWe know how to fix this, Steve, but you need to focus. Can you focus?â
He takes a deep breath. âYeah,â he murmurs. âYeah, I can focus.â
âOkay. We need her favorite song.â
âI donât know her favorite song.â
âThen you need to find someone who does.â
The line is silent for a minute, then Steve gasps. âCassidy! Sheâd know.â
âOkay, thatâs perfect. Call Cassidy, ask her what Allisonâs favorite song is. Iâm going to pick up El and weâll be there as soon as we can, okay?â
âOkay,â Steve says. âHurry?â
âAs fast as I can,â she promises. âCall Cassidy.â
They hang up, and Robin eyes Wayne, whoâs already waiting by the door with his truck keys. âIâm gathering this is an emergency.â
âIf it wouldnât be entirely weird, I would kiss you,â Robin informs him, because she barely has a filter at the best of times, and this is definitely not the best of times.
Thankfully, Wayne just laughs. âIâll take that as a compliment,â he says. âToss your bike in the back and get in. Iâll need directions.â
Robin worries her lip. âYâknow the Wheelersâ place?â
âKaren?â
âYeah. There first, please.â
Wayne offers her a teasing salute as he puts the car into drive, and Robin suddenly thinks this all might just work out.
The drive to the Wheelersâ is uneventful, and she hops out of the truck and pounds on the door. Karen opens it, and Robin grits her teeth. âHi, Mrs. Wheeler,â she says politely. âIs Nancy home?â
âOh, yes, of course, come in,â she says, ushering her inside before calling for Nancy.
Robin watches as Nancy makes it halfway downstairs before she sees whoâs here. She watches as she goes through all the possibilities. âHey, Robin, youâre here for the project, right?â
âYup,â Robin nods. âFor, uh. School.â
Nancy blinks. âRight,â she says, casting a glance at her mom, who doesnât notice. âCâmon up.â
Robin hesitates. âThink we could use the basement?â
Nancyâs eyes flash. âSure,â she says, and theyâre halfway down before she speaks again. âWhatâs going on?â
âVecna has Allison. We need El.â
Nancy bites back a curse.
They finally make it down, and El is standing in the middle of the room, waiting for them. âIt is time.â
âIt is,â Robin nods. âAre you ready?â
Eleven shrugs. âIs anyone?â
Robin gives half a laugh. âI guess not.â She turns to Nancy. âIs there an exit that doesnât go through the house?â
Nancy nods and leads them out. âIâll get everyone else,â she says. âMeet you back there as soon as we can. Be safe.â
âYou too,â Robin says, grabbing Elâs hand and running for Wayneâs truck.
âWhere to?â Wayne asks.
âThe Harrington place. Will you come inside?â
âAll due respect, Robin, but my boyâs in there. There ainât no way in hell Iâm leavinâ him alone.â Thereâs a slight pause before he says, rather uncomfortably, âNot because I donât trust you, of course-â
âNo, of course not,â Robin waves him off.
âAnd, uh.â He winks at El. âYouâll have to pardon my French, little lady.â
She giggles at him. âBut you werenât speaking any French!â
Wayne chuckles. âNo I wasnât, and a smart one you are for knowinâ that. No, pardon my French just means excuse my potty mouth.â
El turns to Robin, who says, deadpan, âHe means âcause he said hell.â
âOh,â El says, as Wayne splutters but ultimately stays quiet.
Soon enough theyâre at the Harrington place, and Wayne barely parks the truck before theyâre all running in.
Robin stops him just before they get inside. âDid Eddie explain any of this to you?â
Wayne blinks at her. âNo.â
âShit,â she whispers. âOkay, look, long story short, which Iâm kinda really terrible at, like worst person ever, like I canât tell a short story to save my life-â
âRobin.â
âRight, short story, right. Um, weâll explain more later, but basically me and Steve are time traveling here from four years in the future because thereâs a wizard guy- well heâs not a wizard, actually, itâs Henry Creel, but anyways things happen and heâs got powers and heâs like a wizard and heâs trying to get control of peoplesâ heads and kill them. And heâs trying it with Steveâs sister, Allison, right now. So⌠thatâs what weâre about to walk into.â
Wayne sighs. âIs there anythinâ for me to shoot at?â
Robin blinks. âWell, no. Not right now, at least. But later there could be. If you want to be involved.â
âI ainât lettinâ yâall do this while I sit by and do nothinâ. That ainât how I was raised.â
Robin stares at him for a beat, nods, and together they run inside.
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#stranger things#if I should stay#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#Allison Harrington#robin buckley#wayne munson#nancy wheeler#karen wheeler#el hopper#Wayne is a gift to mankind#we donât deserve him#Iâm loving the Wayne x Robin friendship thatâs happening here#also Robin and El are adorable together and youâre all welcome#especially for that âcause he said hellâ line#fix it fic#time travel fic#time travel fix it#starambles
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âWe got ourselves a new Keg King, Harrington!â
âYeah, eat it, Harrington.â
Steve pushed his sunglasses over his head, staring at the guy in front of him, with golden curls under the dim light of the room, beers dripping down his bare chest and stomach, making his skin glisten.
Billy Hargrove was his name, and he only knew it because heâd overheard it from Tina and Vickie when they were talking about his ass.
Blue eyes looked back at him, and Steve swallowed, tipping his chin up to exert confidence.
âIs that so?â
âUnless you wanna go against him,â Tommy quipped, egging him on further.
âSo this is the King Steve everyoneâs been talking so much about,â Hargrove said, taking a step forward. âI expected someone better looking at least.â
He widened his eyes, his lips parting in pure shock as Hargrove smirked at him, like the cocky asshole he was.
âAnd who is this?â His eyes darted away to Steveâs right side, his eyebrows raising in curiosity. âWhy the long face?â
Before Steve could register what was going onâhe could barely even reactâHargrove crossed the little space in the room, grabbing Nancy by the face, and he kissed her.
Steveâs stomach dropped at the sight, of Nancy clutching at Hargroveâs jacket, her nails digging into the leather. She didnât push back, and Hargrove didnât pull away.
And there Steve was, standing frozen on the spot like a stupid statue, watching some new guy kiss his girlfriend. Like an idiot.
The moment they broke away from each other, Steve finally found his voice to speak up about whatever had just happened.
âThatâs my fucking girlfriend,â he murmured. âWhat the fuck, Hargrove?â
âOh, shit,â Hargrove said, turning to him with the corner of his lips turning up. âSorry, man, guess I gotta make it even now.â
He flattened his hand on Steveâs chest, shoving him against the wooden surface, before he kissed him.
To say he was surprised would be an understatement, and to say he didnât enjoy it would be a complete lie.
Hargroveâs lips were soft against his, and wet, tasting of beer and smoke. Their mouths slotted together, and Steve found himself moving on his own, returning the kiss with the same passion Hargrove put into it.
No wonder Nancy didnât push him away, because Hargrove kissed like a god, like he wanted to drink down the sound Steve made and consume him whole. It felt almost too forbidden for him to want more of it.
He splayed his hands on Hargroveâs sternum, feeling his damp and warm skin underneath his fingers, gliding them up to the curls of his hair and tugging at them, dragging out a low groan from the other guy.
The music was still blasting in the house, and he could hear the faint sound of surprise from some people around him, but he truly could care less. All he wanted was to kiss Hargrove.
âDonât you dare,â Steve whispered against his lips when Hargrove pulled away, attempting to break off the kiss.
âJust taking a breath, Harrington. Donât intend on stopping any time now.â
The smirk was sly, almost predatory, and Steve claimed his lips in another kiss. Deeper this time, with tongue, and he could taste Hargrove more clearly, feel his body flushing against him more warmly.
Hargroveâs hands were sliding down his sides, pulling at the belt of his jeans to haul him closer. The kiss was fervent and hot, stirring something in the pit of his stomach, and Steve did nothing but keep Hargrove close to him.
He didnât want to let him go, or to end what was going on, which surprised him, to put it mildly.
Well, until something shattered loudly, and Steve finally yanked himself away from Hargroveâs incredibly tempting lips.
It was just some guy, apparently, who broke a precious vase in Tinaâs kitchen, now listening to her scolding while he wiped his hands on the white cloth he was wearing, burping out a drunken sound instead of apologizing.
He looked back at Hargrove, at the pair of blue eyes that were fixed on him, at his swollen lips, and he was very aware of how Hargroveâs hands were still on his waist.
Of course, once he reeled back into reality, he remembered what had happened, and who was here.
He turned to look at Nancy, who was staring directly at them with her mouth slack and her eyes widening. The look of betrayal painted her face.
âNance,â he uttered. âNancy, wait, I can explain. I didnâtââ
âYou know what?â Nancy held her hands up in the air, shutting him up instantly. âHave him, Hargrove.â
âWhat?â
âYeah, take him, whatever. I donât care. You look better together anyway.â
âOkay, let me get this straight,â Hargrove said. âYouâre giving me your boyfriend?â
âWhy not? Seems like you two get along well, especially with that kiss,â she said, shrugging her shoulders. âAnd I will go get drunk. Have fun.â
When she turned on her heels and walked away, Steve looked back at Hargrove with a scoff.
âDid she just break up with me?â
âYou did kiss me, Harrington.â
âYou kissed her first! And she liked it!â
âWhat? Are you saying you didnât?â
His words faltered in his mind, and he gulped. âIâŚdid not say that.â
âGood, I was hoping for that answer,â Hargrove said, cocking his head to the side. âWanna go to the bathroom and finish what we were doing?â
âWhat? Now?â
âUnless you donât want to.â
Hargrove withdrew his hands from his waist, and Steve frowned. He looked around the room, and no one was paying attention to them at all. Even Nancy was standing in the kitchen, chugging down the alcohol while Byers talked to her.
His heart drummed in his chest, and Hargrove was still waiting for him, patiently, with that damned smirk on his face, like he already knew what Steve was going to do.
He groaned, grabbing Hargrove by the wrist. âFuck it, letâs go.â
#harringrove#even steven#yes this is what happened#i guess thatâs fair tbh#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy x steve#billy hargrove x steve harrington#billy & nancy friendship supremacy#itâs rare that i even write a ficlet anymore but i tried not to make it long#harringroveera#harringrove fanfiction#harringrove ficlet#harringrove fic#my writing#nancy wheeler#steve x billy#steve harrington x billy hargrove#a lil jancy at the end?#inspired by a scene in 2 broke girls#everyoneâs just so stoked they left okay#and yes I completely erased the homophobia in this time for this fic#harringrove ship#harringrove imagine#harringrove au#harringrove headcanon
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Eddie thinks that Nancy and Steve are getting back together. He sees their heads pressed together and laughing while smiling at each other. Wayne comes home to find Eddie laying on the floor and blasting âJoleneâ on repeat. He goes about his business while his nephew sings the lyrics into the rug in between mumbled curses at the concept of love.
Turns out Steve and Nancy are not getting back together. They were actually bonding how hot they think Sigourney Weaver is and giggling about how she reminds them of their respective crushes. Eddie finds this out after Wayne calls Nancy to come talk some sense into him after the fourteenth repeat of âI Will Always Love You.â
#I know three things#Eddie Munson is a dramatic bitch#Dolly Parton songs are the best songs to cry to#Sigourney Weaver is a hot badass#I also believe in Eddie/Nancy friendship supremacy#they deserve to snarky besties who poke fun at each to show their love#Nancy starts calling Eddie Dolly after she comes over#sheâs honestly touched to be compared to Jolene#implied steddie#implied ronance#platonic stancy#platonic edancy#steve harrington#eddie munson#wayne munson#nancy wheeler#stranger things#this idea came to me while texting my friend#weâre both anti romantic stancy#but platonic stancy is everything
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Basically every ronance sleepover that takes place before my flayed!Robin au fic:
Nancy: oh wow Iâm in love with Robin. I canât tell her though, I refuse to lose this friendship to something as controllable as some feelings. I can handle being friends with her. Nothing has to change.
Robin: oh my god oh my god oh my god sheâs so pretty oh god oh god shut up I canât say anything oh my GOD
#nancy: sheâll never love me :( i canât tell her how i feel itâll ruin our friendship :( but i love her so much :(#robin: sheâll never love me :( i canât tell her how i feel itâll ruin our friendship :( but i love her so much :(#steve is FURIOUS because he can see it from a mile away#steve: ROBIN!!!!! SHE IS THINKING THE SAME THING AS YOU!!!!!!#meanwhile robin is looking out the window having her main character moment#stranger things#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#ronance#ao3#fanfic#flayed robin buckley#flayed!robin#well sheâs not flayed at this point in the story but#skoh#<- but like before the storyline#stranger things au#stranger things fic
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Steve and Robin: WELCOME TO APPLEBEE'S!
Steve *exits the room*
Robin: Would you like the apples or the bees?
Nancy: B-bees??
Robin: SHE CHOSE THE BEES!!
Nancy: Wha- no-
Steve *walks back in with a jar of bees*
#steve and robin are a chaotic duo that i live for#stranger things#steve harrington#ronance#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#platonic soulmates stobin#platonic stobin#stobin friendship#anti stancy#platonic stancy
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