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Riding shotgun in the Bimmer
Oh look it's another polaroid drawing after however many months its been! Still getting the hang of this whole art thing so I'd really appreciate your critiques <3
#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#steddie fanart#the stickers on Steve's door were put there by Erica#and Steve doesn't have the heart to take them off even though it's bad for the car's interior#the family video one is from Robin because she just had to contribute and make fun of Steve for being such a pushover :)#I know the pose is a bit jank
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Steve looking up at Uncle Wayne as the father figure he never had. Unlike his dad, he doesnât cheat or disappear from his life when things get tough. Eddie loves it because it means he can see his boyfriend even more. Itâs all fun and games until Steve goes to his father figure to complain about his boyfriend leaving him at a McDonaldâs after a fight they had. Then Eddie has to deal with an upset boyfriend, a disappointed uncle, and an angry Robin to boot.
He has no choice but to take desperate measures. Eddie tells Hopper that Wayne is trying to take his âcool dadâ spot in the Party and watches the chaos unfold.
By time anyone realizes what heâs done, heâs made up with Steve and escapes another murderous rage by the skin of his teeth. Mission accomplished, indeed.
Should I make this into a longer fic? I feel like I could go places with this lol
#afterwards Hopper and Wayne have a heart to heart about who is adopting Steve#they break out into a fight in the diner and the other deputies get called on Hop#which was a bad idea because then Officer Callahan throws his hat in the ring for adopting steve#after all how could âtwo randos about his brother from under his nose?â#stranger things#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#uncle wayne#chief jim hopper#just a little something something
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after the events of season 4, steve just wanting SO BADLY to be friends with eddie. just LOVING the idea of them getting closer and having eddie as a friend because hell yeah! a close male friendship with someone that is actually my age, and who i donât have a weird history with involving bruised eyes and love triangles? count me IN! and eddie is FUN, he is actually hilarious! the way they share the same glances of understanding when dustin is being an absolute shit head, rambling on and on about some obscure topic, expecting everyone to always be on the exact same page as him. of course. and, although steve suspects that eddie actually probably is keeping up with everything dustin says, much better than he ever could, he knows that above it all eddie can appreciate the antics for what they are, and roll his eyes with steve at dustin, i concur, you dustin henderson, are a total butthead.
steve just about junps RIGHT IN to being friends with eddie. hey man, whatâcha up to tonight? wanna watch a movie? get drunk, smoke a bit? hey eddie, how have you been, man? he starts calling eddie up on the phone regularly just to check in, shoot the shit, he loves it! he loves having this new friendship with eddie munson and he loves how much the other boy has surprised him with how much he actually enjoys being around him. heâs not a freak, really, well ok maybe he is a little bit, but only in the best ways. heâs kind, thoughtful, and is always looking out for the people he cares about, which is something steve can really respect in a dude. but heâs also so funny? steve never couldâve anticipated just how much eddie has managed to make him genuinely LAUGH over their short amount of time spent together. and heâs really, out there? with the way he presents himself, the way he takes up space with these big THEATRICAL movements, leaving no room for regret or shame or god forbid embarrassment. steve isnât even sure munson is capable of feeling it at all.
eddie munson is a good dude, and steve could use a bit more of that kind of person around him. he loves all of his friends, the weird little bonded family heâs found himself apart of, and they are all good people, but it never hurts to have afew more added in here and there. it never hurts to know there are more good people out there to find.
so steve is all over eddie, it seems.
at least, from where eddie is standing. nobody else seems as phased as eddie does at this sudden change in steveâs demeanour, in his interest in what eddie munson spends his time doing these days. it seems like, to everyone else, to steve, itâs just a natural progression in their relationship, after being sort of role model figures to the same group of kids, both being the two single dudes, who fought the same monsters together last spring, it seems nobody questions too much that theyâd start casually hanging around eachother more. especially since eddie has found himself to fit into his own special spot as one of the group now after it all, after he unwillingly became tangled in this whole upsidedown-superpowers-supernatural-monsters and demons debacle, and tangled quite dramatically at that, the rest of the group thatâs been with this since the beginning seemed to find no trouble in taking him in and seeing him as âone of themâ now.
so, steve asking eddie to smoke, to watch movies, to go for a drive with no real end destination, itâs not really something that earns them too many double takes. dustin makes a comment or two in the beginning, because steve since when did you like hanging out with eddie? you guys are like so opposite, you donât like any of the same stuff he does? and steve barely gives a shrug and a dismissive yeah yeah whatever man in response, with a signature eye roll, and dustin had said it seemingly also not too seriously, poking fun at steve wherever he can, not really meaning anything by it, as he fidgets around and rambles in the backseat of steveâs car, eddie riding up front. after that, though, heâs dropped it. itâs never brought up again. part of eddie thinks, too, that dustin would actually be enjoying that his two older friends are becoming friends themselves.
robin seems to be the only other person to look a bit harder at their situation, lingering stares at their interactions, all squinted eyes and eyebrows raised, though from her all this seems to be almost always and only ever directed at steve. eddieâs not sure what to make of that. isnât he the weird one? i mean, heâs the one that stands out, right? heâs the odd denominator that makes their friendship strange. why would steve harrington want to hang out with Him? HIM? but robin doesnât spend her time studying eddie to try and search for what about him could possibly have piqued the interest of cherished steven harrington, no, shes always looking at steve. like sheâs seeing him differently, almost. eddie doesnât even think that steve notices it, either, because he doesnât seem to be questioning or doubting anything odd or strange or out of the ordinary with their newfound time spent together. and maybe, maybe robin is seeing him differently. eddie knows he definitely has been. seeing him more, intensely. deeply. human. seeing the person that steve is, as just steve, not this idealised version of a boy that eddies starting to question ever really even existed at all, or if everyone around him just needed to believe that he did, and who was steve if not happy to comply to the wants of the people around him for who he should be?
eddie likes having steve as his friend, too. donât get it twisted. he loves how unexpectedly expressive steve is about everything, even really small things. steve LOVES to raise his voice, rest a hand on his popped hip, scolding the kids for something stupid with no real heat or malice behind it. and steve is, like, kinda bitchy too. eddie knew he had the capacity to be a real asshole when he wanted to be, thatâs all he knew steve for back in the day, when he was back in high school, hanging around tommy h and the basketball boys, the jocks. eddie would spend his days hearing only whispers and gossip in the hallways of the parties at king steveâs house and the fights king steve had started and won on the court or out in the fields, only ever getting as close as a shove into a locker with the guy at the time, but eddie knew how it could go. he knew all about what steve had done to jonathan, what heâd said to him, the words heâd used. eddie knew it all. heâd seen enough, and been through enough himself, to know how these guys acted in response to guys like him, like jonathan, people who were lower on the social food chain. so, eddie knew about steveâs âmean streakâ, if you will, but this kind of snarky bitchiness was something new to him. harrington was almost, sassy, when he wanted to be. it was less so cruel and more just, just sass. if heâs being completely honest it kind of blew eddie away, at first. he thought steve was one of those dull headed jocks who thought with their fists more than their actual brains, but that couldnât have been farther from the truth. steveâs insults were well thought out, they were FUNNY, he was smart with his words. and silly. oh my god steve harrington could be so fucking silly, real honest to god goofball when the moment called for it, when he felt comfortable enough. eddie had caught on multiple occasions steve mimicking lightsabers to play fight with dustin, or the stupid fucking shit he would do or say just to make robin laugh, singing along to a song playing on the radio with a funny voice.
it was all a little, intoxicating, to watch. eddie didnât know what gave him the right to be in on this now, to get to see this side of steve and better yet to be at the other end of some of his best qualities. it was fun, all the time they spent together, but there was always something else tugging inside eddie everytime they spent close time together, too. something, he knew steve wasnât aware of. something he knew steve wasnât equipped to deal with. something he knew, was him. was him, making things something more than they should be, because, nobody seemed to be questioning that they could become friends, so why ruin that? why disrupt it?
- robin and steve
âSteve.â
â-but then like, it wasnât that I didnât want to watch it I just thought, hey, yâknow, letâs try something different for a change, but then he- oh my god he honest to god TACKLED ME Robin â I mean, it was so fucking funny and it happened so quick â and all over a fucking Tom Cruise movie-â
âSTEVE.â Robin lightly slammed a hand onto the counter. She had been standing behind it for no short of 20 minutes, watching Steve as he paced around, supposed to be stacking tapes onto shelves, but ended up spending the whole time going on and on, and ON, about how movie night went with Eddie last night. She thought she was badâŚ
Steve jumped, almost running into a shelf and knocking down his hard work, and seemed to snap out of whatever trance he had found himself in after starting to tell Robin a story about something funny Eddie had done last night.
âShit, sorry. Sorry, what were you saying? Were you- were you saying something?â
To this, Robin just rolls her eyes and letâs out a laugh, âYou, sir, are goddamn hopeless.â
âSorry. How long was I talking for?â Steve wandered his way over to lean his arms onto the counter from the opposite side.
âOh, I dunno Steve, just about half an HOUR?â
âThat is an over exaggeration Robin, itâs only been like-â
âHonestly, man, iâm concerned for you. You are like next level OBSESSED with Eddie. Eddie Munson. You do realise this right??? You are obsessed with him, Steve.â
To this Steve sputters, lazily waving his hands back and forth.
âNo, Robin, what the hell are you talking about? I am not OBSESSED. No need to be jealous, alright, Stevie-Boy here can have more than one friend. Your spot in my heart isnât any less special now that itâs beginning to be shared by another.â He bats his eyelashes up at her, holding both hands over his chest as if to cradle his heart.
âOh my GOD! You even SOUND LIKE HIM!â, she playfully slaps his shoulder. âSteve. You are obsessed.â
âI am not obsessed! Heâs just a really great guy, alright-â
âBlah blah, yep whatever you say, lover boy.â Robin quips, plopping down onto the chair chair infront of their staff computer, turning herself to face it.
âWha- what? Lover boy? What the hell Robin, that is not- that doesnât even make any sense!â
She is just smiling at him now, enjoying seeing him spiral like this. Steve letâs out a sigh as he puts his hands on his hips, and shakes his head, looking at her right back.
He opens and closes his mouth afew times, like heâs really thinking about what he wants to say next. Or like he has no idea what to say next, and his brain is not moving fast enough to formulate the next sentence his mouth knows he wants to say. He wasnât obsessed. Thatâs not- thatâs like- no. No he was not, Robin was just playing around with him, she knew how to get on his nerves. Get him all wound up over little things just to see him react like this.
After a minute or two, Robin realises Steve was not going to reply anytime soon, so she turns fully back toward him. Saving him from his spiral.
âSo, what are youâre plans for tonight Steve-O?â
He lets out a chuckle and walks around the counter till heâs behind it with Robin, leaning his back against it so he can stand across from her and face her.
âWell, not really sure. Parents arenât home, no early shift tomorrow, might drink afew beers, listen to some music, ââ
âSee what Eddieâs doin?â Robin finishes for him, quirking her eyebrows up and down as she does it.
âOh shut up!â Steve just laughs and softly throws a tape from the counter at her chest. âAs a matter of fact, yeah I will see what heâs up to. Because we are friends now, Robin. Is that a problem? Actually I was also gonna ask you what you were up to after work, too, but you know what after this Iâm having second thoughts, I mean, the way youâve been treating me lately-â
âOh my god, you are the worst. Yes, Iâm free, of course Iâll hang out with you dingus. You and your tweedle dee.â
Steve laughs at this, then tilts his head.
âWait, does that make me dumb? Tweedle dumb?! Thatâs how you see me?â
âYeah it is actually, got a problem?â
âOh wow, sheâs feisty today. Canât believe you think Iâm dumb, Robâs. When you come knockinâ tonight, do not expect a warm greeting at my front door.â
âYeah, yeah, Iâll take my chances.â
- later. steveâs house. to be continued?
#just been having steddie post season 4 thoughts#been missing the era of the fandom just sort of starting during that time between vol 1 and 2#how every fic had their own little way of resolving the upside down/vecna problem just written into afew small paragraphs#really just getting to know these characters as a pairing#most importantly before seeing them as a couple#seeing them as friends#how they would genuinely interact and get along#what their dynamics would look like#steddie early days truly have my whole entire heart#coming onto tumblr the weeks following vol1 of s4 was magical#anywho yeah non vol2 compliant steddie for you#more so just#eddie didnât die steddie for you#they become friends bc truly i actually believe that had he lived they would have#it just makes sense#stranger things#eddie munson#steddie#steve harrington#stranger things 4#stranger things season 4#robin buckley#dustin henderson#also lmk if i should keep adding to thisâŚmight abyways bc iâm enjoying this#steddie fic#steddie fic idea#steddie ficlet#steddie fanfiction
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In a regency AU, Steve and Robin and Eddie and Chrissy would be lavender married, respectively, and live in neighboring estates. Every night, Robin and Eddie high five as they pass each other walking through their adjoining yards, on their way to go and rail their one true loves.
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#robin buckley#chrissy cunningham#buckingham#platonic stobin#platonic hellcheer#buckington besties#regency au#partially inspired by that one romeo and juliet post where mercutio and juliet have a marriage of convenience#but also i know in my heart this is true
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It was a well-known secret that Jonathan Byers sold Steve Harringtonâs photos at cutthroat prices to the students of Hawkins High.
People wanted to get mad at it but a picture of shirtless Steve in tiny green shorts was enough to silence their protests.
Although his buyers ranged from all genders, Jonathan wasnât surprised at all. Because he, too, was a victim of that Harrington Charmâthe very reason he had started collecting every picture of Steve in the first place.
His side business was just a front for him to do so without being harrassed by Tommy H. who, ironically, was one of his regulars.
And why was it a well-known secret?
Well, because Steve had no idea about it.
In a rare sense of solidarity, the whole school had joined forces and done their best to keep their king out of the loop.
(Even Eddie âThe Freakâ Munsonâwho loved to run his mouthâseemed to understand the gravity of the situation and managed to keep the secret.)
Jonathan had never enjoyed photography more in his life.
When Steve eventually figured it out, he was surprisingly willing to let Jonathan take more⌠audacious photos of him.
Suffice to say, the profit had skyrocketed once Jonathan found the right group of customers.
(i.e. Eddie Munson had paid for the Bunny Collection with three bags of weeds, Tommy H. had paid a hefty amount for more Stockings, and Billy Hargrove kept coming back for Higheels & Lipstick.)
#pre steddie#jonathan byers#steve harrington#stonathan#oblivious steve harrington#cunty steve harrington#secret admirer jonathan byers#petty business man jonathan byers#jonathan stands in some hidden corners & hands out steve's pics to every student comes to buy from him like a seasoned dealer selling drugs#crack treated seriously#eddie is still bitter that he couldn't buy all of the pics although he already owns three thick albums dedicated for steve#robin also bought a few out of curiosity and ended up keeping them all bc she didn't have the heart to throw them away#robin: omg this dude has the most pitiful puppy eyes ever how is that fair??#sionewrites
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Robin: You called the right person, dingus. I believe I have the perfect romantic evening for you to give Billy
Steve: Okay, good, because Iâve been really struggling with this
Robin: As Iâm sure youâre aware, the quickest way to a manâs heart is through hisâ
Steve: Pants, but Billy says sex doesnât count, which is surprising because sex always counts
Robin: âŚoh you poor thing. You have one arrow in your quiver, and you just canât use it
Robin: Fortunately, another pathway to a manâs heart is through his stomach!
#harringrove#if steve had come to ask henry heâd have said the quickest way to a mans heart is through his ribcage#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy x steve#incorrect harringrove quotes#steve & robin#platonic stobin#billy hargrove x steve harrington#harringroveera#harringrove textpost#incorrect steve harrington#robin buckley#steve x billy#steve harrington x billy hargrove#source: big bang theory
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here we are at last! there have been a bunch of posts lately about how neither eddie nor robin have any gaydar to speak of, but steve canonically does, and also vickie definitely left fast times paused on purpose as a flag, and frankly all of you are just so objectively True and Correct that i had no choice but to write about it. parts 1 and 2 not strictly necessary for context but definitely set in the same universe
part 1 part 2 ao3
platonic stobin, rockie, steddie
rating: t
wc: 8.4k (holy fuck it got away from me)
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Robbie isn't drunk yet, but she's getting there.
Honestly, Steve should probably slow her down, but what the hell. They're celebrating, after all. He'll cut her off in a bit, but she deserves to have some fun. They all do.
It's been three weeks since Eddie got out of the hospital, one since he was finally let off bedrest. Or, not exactly bedrest, but enough restrictions that he was basically confined to the trailer (brand new, courtesy of Owens and his goons), and from the way he complained the whole time you'd think they had him chained to the bedposts.
Hm. Maybe thinking of Eddie chained to bedposts isn't the best use of Steve's time. Not here, anyway. That's a Later activity.
It's the first house party any of them have been invited to since Spring Break, thrown by one of Robin's band friends. None of them planned on going, except that two days ago a frantic call came over the All Hands channel on the walkie that El had finally broken through, Max was awake, and the doctors thought her arms and legs would eventually, almost, make a full recovery, granted with lots of physical therapy.
Apparently the only useful thing Vecna ever did was break her bones at right angles so they could set them cleanly. Her vision will probably never fully return, but she's alive. She's alive, and she's awake, and she's apparently being a complete menace to the nurses, which is more comforting to Steve than any of the rest of it, so how could they ask for anything else?
Steve still feels like he's taking his first real breath after drowning every time he inhales. He's not sure he'll ever stop feeling this relief. It's so sharp it's almost painful.
So they're at this party, and they're celebrating. There's a real celebration planned, of course, with the whole Party and assorted extras, Murray (ugh) and Jonathan's California friend (who seems nice), Joyce and Hopper (and isn't that a trip) and Eddie and Wayne (Eddie read him in immediately, to no one's surprise) and everyone else. They've got plans to descend on Steve's house as soon as Max is allowed out of the hospital, where they'll presumably trash his mother's nice white carpets and eat through his snacks like locusts and enrage his neighbors with their shrieking in the pool. Hopper and Wayne will fight over who gets to work the grill until Joyce gets fed up and takes over and Eddie will commandeer the sound system and Robin will laugh at Steve for frantically switching between Host Mode and Lifeguard Mode until she finds someone big enough to sit on him and make him eat something. He can't wait.
But for now, they're at this party, and they're celebrating. With someone else's alcohol, which is a nice treat for Steve.
He's leaning against the wall by the kitchen doorway, sipping something Robin made him that tastes like paint thinner and looks like undiluted red food dye. He's surprised it hasn't eaten through the bottom of the cup like that green gunk from the elevator. He doesn't quite feel like joining the crush of people in the living room. He's felt a little off since Spring Break, a little lost inside his head. He knows Robin can tell, but she hasn't pushed him, other than dragging him here tonight. He's so grateful for her he thinks he could cry.
He doesn't, though, he just watches her from the kitchen doorway, squished on a couch between Vickie and who he thinks might be one of Eddie's bandmates. He recognizes him from those nights he would pick the kids up from Hellfire at the school, and also from Eddie's hospital room. He's got fluffy hair and a flannel shirt around his waist. Gary, maybe? Garth? Steve's not sure. He'd introduce himself and find out for sure, but apparently, carrying Eddie's bleeding not-quite-corpse on his back into the hospital and throwing around his father's name until someone agreed to treat him before collapsing in the lobby from his own injuries wasn't quite enough to erase the contempt for King Steve, so Steve's been mostly avoiding those guys. Eddie swears he's working on it. Steve...should maybe care more than it feels like he does. He thinks maybe a lot of things should feel more...more, than they do. But that's a problem for Later Steve. It's fine. He's fine. He's handling it.
He watches Robin, and she's laughing, and she's not quite drunk yet, and he's glad for her. This is what he wanted. This is what he wished for, on that flipped over bucket, in that field. That they'd all get through it. That they'd all get to keep smiling and doing stupid teenager shit. He maybe wishes he felt a little more like someone who wanted to do stupid teenager shit and a little less like someone watching his friends have fun from behind a plate-glass window, but he'll take it. Whatever he can get, he'll take it.
He looks back at Robin, and, huh. She's still laughing, but now she's between Eddie and Maybe-Gary-Maybe-Garth. He follows Robin's less-than-subtle (crimeny, this girl, he's gotta teach her a goddamn poker face) longing gaze and sees a flash of red heading for the back door.
This feels like a chance to do something useful. Robin will be ok, Eddie will keep an eye on her.
He follows Vickie out the back door. He finds her leaned against the back of the house, her eyes closed, her head tilted back. She's smiling. She really is pretty, Steve can see why Robin likes her. God, he hopes he's right about her. Either way, he's determined to find out. It's what Robin deserves.
"Hey, Vickie. Come out for some fresh air?"
Her smile gets bigger when she turns to him. He really hopes he's right about her, she's a fucking sweetheart. He hopes he isn't about to do something hugely stupid. Knowing him, he probably is, but also knowing him, he's gonna do it anyway.
"Hey Steve! Yeah, I was just getting a little warm in there. How about you? Smoke break?"
"Nah, I'm trying to quit. Robin hates them, she keeps stealing them out of my mouth, so it's somehow more expensive and I don't even get to smoke them. Easier to just stop. Which is probably her goal," he laughs.
"You and Robin are pretty close, huh?"
"Oh yeah, platonic soulmates. With a capital P!" He makes an incredibly dorky gesture with his hands, and has to stop himself from facepalming. Great going, dingus.
Still, Vickie's smile gets a little wider, which he thinks is probably a win.
"That's why I came out here, actually. I wanted a chance to talk to you." Her eyebrows go up. Always with the goddamn eyebrows around here. "Not, like, in a creepy way! Or, well, I guess that's what a creep would say, but I swear I'm not! I just meant, because Robin really likes you," shit, too much, "I mean, she likes hanging out with you, and she's my best friend and all, so I wanted to. Um. Get to know you better. You know. For Robin."
"...For Robin."
He groans. "I swear I didn't used to be like this. I used to be able to talk like a normal person. I didn't know that was a skill you could lose! I would have worked harder at it!" She's laughing at him now, but at least she's polite enough to hide her giggles behind her hand. That's something.
He sighs, and throws his head back to take a deep breath and try and come back to his body, like Robin showed him. Having therapist parents sounds like a nightmare to Steve, but it has its uses, he guesses.
He looks back at Vickie, who is watching him with what seems like more amusement than concern, so he's taking that as a win. If she's laughing, she's not running away. He sticks his hand out.
"Hi, I'm Steve. You're really important to the most important person in my life, so I'd really like to be your friend." He tries to give her his most winning smile, but honestly he's a little worried his teeth are still red from that godawful drink.
She grins at him, still definitely laughing at him a little but more genuine than before, and shakes his hand. "I'm Vickie, and you're really important to someone I hope will become really important to me, so I'd love to be your friend."
He doesn't breathe a sigh of relief, but it's a close thing. King Steve decided to stay in tonight, apparently, so he's on his own, and boy oh boy is he worse than he remembered.
"So, new friend, what do you want to get to know about me?"
Thank fuck Vickie's carrying so much of the weight here, honestly.
"We could, uh, talk about movies?" Jesus Christ, where did all the goddamn Harrington Charm go, anyway? Did Vecna eat it?!
There go the eyebrows again. He's cursed, he really is. "Movies?"
"Yeah, you know, I work at a movie store. Or I did, anyway. With Robbie. Pretty sure it went under in the quake though. That or Keith just fired us and didn't bother calling to let us know." He laughs awkwardly. He's doing fucking everything awkwardly, honestly. He hasn't even asked the question yet and he's already sweating bullets. No wonder Bobbie was so scared to confront this head-on. "Anyway, it can tell you a lot about a person, you know. Their favorite movie."
Come on, take the bait. Take it.
She nods seriously at him. "Oh I get that for sure, you can learn a lot about someone by their favorite book. I used to volunteer at the library and there was always gossip about who checked out what romance novel and whether that meant their marriage was on the rocks, you know?" She giggles, hiding behind her hand for a second. "I guess it was kind of mean, but we never said anything to anyone outside the library, and never to their face, you know? It was just something to keep us entertained on slow days."
Fantastic, he can work with this.
"Oh totally, I completely get it. Robs and I did the same thing at Family Video, making up stories about what we imagined people's lives were like that they were renting Casablanca and Gremlins on the same night, you know? Like, what does that evening look like? Which one do they watch first?"
She laughs. Perfect. She took the bait, now he's just gotta reel her in. Or something. He's never been fishing.
"You know, I usually rent my movies from Family Video. Did you guys ever look up my rental history?"
Aaaand, got her!
"You know, I think we did, actually, not that I'm helping the creep allegations," he winks at her. She slaps him on the shoulder. There we go, there's the Harrington Charm. Jesus fuck, where has it been all night? Sleeping?
Moment of truth, here we go.
"Fast Times At Ridgemont High, right?" He keeps his eyes on her face while he says it. He needs to see how she reacts.
She's been watching a raccoon rummaging through the neighbor's trash, but as soon as he mentions the movie, she whips her head around and looks at him sharply.
She studies his face intently in the glow from the floodlights above the garage. Whatever she finds, the fear in her eyes fades just slightly to caution. All good signs.
Fuck, this is harder than he remembers. Talking in code and reading all the subtle little shifts in body language involved in this conversation is stretching muscles in his brain he's forgotten he had. His friends these days all just sort of...say whatever they mean, straight out. He thought it was weird and off-putting at first, but now that he's doing this dance again, he's realizing he hasn't missed it.
The things he does for Robin, honestly.
He can see the moment she decides to trust him, even though she's still tense. She takes a deep breath, like she's gearing up for something. "That's a good one, for sure. You know, I think I maybe forgot to rewind it the last time I returned it? I paused it at my favorite part, but I think I got distracted and never finished it. I hope that doesn't cause too much trouble for you guys at your job. I'd hate to be one of those customers."
Jesus, this chick is brave. She's basically just coming right out and saying it! Holy shit, he's about to get Robbie a girlfriend! Ok, ok be cool. Bring it home, nice and easy.
"Nah, not a problem at all. Besides, I think I remember that tape, and we have the same favorite part, I think. All three of us." Fuck he hopes this isn't a mistake. If he just fucked up and outed Robin for no reason he'll- fuck, he doesn't know what he'll do. Ask El to open the gate back up so he can throw himself into it, probably.
Vickie's eyes go wide. "Robin too?" There's something like hope in her voice. He thinks. He hopes, anyway. Maybe he's just projecting, but he really thinks he's been right on the money from the start. He just needs to prove it to Rob and give them both a push.
"Yeah, Robin too. Now me, I like Fast Times a lot, but I also really like The Outsiders, you know?" A truth for a truth. Nothing is free, he remembers this dance. Trust is always earned.
He didn't realize her eyes could get any bigger, but somehow they do. Slowly, a grin spreads across her face. "Really? Uh, me too! Those are...both...really good movies, you know?"
"Totally!" He's grinning now too, he can't help it. He's so excited for Robbie he might explode. This is the most alive he's felt in weeks!
"Not Rob, though, she loves Fast Times, but not so much The Outsiders. She can be, uh. Pretty nervous, you know? To talk about her taste in movies. I think she might be worried you don't like Fast Times as much as she does, but I know she really wants to, uh, watch it with you. So you might have to be the one to, you know, tell her how much you like it, and maybe ask her to watch it together?"
He's getting lost in the metaphor here. That's clear enough, right? Robbie isn't going to believe him about Vickie liking boobies unless she walks up to her and tells her "I like women, go out with me," in very small words, so he really hopes he got the message across. He needs Vickie to take the wheel on this.
Luckily Vickie is nodding enthusiastically. "For sure! I can do that!" She's halfway back to the house, almost tripping over her feet, before she looks back at him sheepishly.
"Oh no, I'm sorry, that was so rude of me, I just got so excited and I wanted to-"
"Hey, no worries, that was the goal, right? This is what I was hoping for when I came out here to talk to you. She, uh..." He shouldn't. He should stick to the code, just in case, he should be careful, it's Robbie's life on the line here.
But it's also her happiness.
"She didn't believe me. About the Fast Times thing. And then we ran into you at The War Zone, and she was totally convinced I was wrong, but I knew I had to ask. Just in case. I just really want her to be happy, you know?" There. He hasn't actually said the words. If it goes sideways, they still have plausible deniability.
And then, well. There's always Plan B. He doesn't exactly want to burn Vickie's house down, but he will. For Robin, he'll do anything.
Vickie is smiling softly at him. She really is sweet, she and Bobbie are gonna be so cute together. He can't wait to tease them into oblivion.
"I'm glad she has a friend like you, Steve."
He scrubs a hand across the back of his neck, feeling weirdly self-conscious. "Yeah, well, you know. You've got a friend like me, now, too, right?"
There's that bright smile again. "Right!"
"Alright, go on. Go get your girl."
Good lord, redheads sure can blush, huh?
He waits a couple of minutes before heading back in himself, enjoying the night air. It's not quite the height of summer yet, so the evenings aren't as muggy as they'll be in a month or so. For the first time since he crawled out of that gate with Eddie lashed to his back with the remains of the rope ladder he cut to protect Dustin, he's feeling the breeze on his skin without feeling like he's wrapped in plastic, like there's a wall around him, keeping from being part of the world. He wants to savor it, in case it goes away again.
When he does make his way back in, he almost trips over Robin, who's grabbing what should probably be her last drink. At least it's just a beer this time, if it was more of that awful concoction from earlier he'd probably take it away from her, pouting be damned. They could have flambĂŠed Vecna with that shit, nobody should be putting it in their bodies.
Her face lights up when she notices him, and she flings herself into his arms.
"Oof, shit, Buckley, doing ok there? You having fun?"
"Sooooo much fun, Stevie!" She nuzzles her face into the crook of his shoulder. Yeah, if she's this cuddly in public, this should definitely be her last drink, especially if Vickie wants to make any kind of move tonight. She's not usually this touchy outside of the really bad nightmare nights. "Missed you though. Where'd you go? My bubba disappeared."
"Aw, Bobs, I was just outside getting some air, I promise. I didn't go anywhere."
She shakes her head stubbornly, her nose dragging along his collarbone. "Noooo, you left. Not now, before. After. In the hospital. We all came back but you left. You went inside your big stupid fluffy head and you don't come out anymore. I miss you."
It's a good thing Robin's face is still hidden in his shoulder, because he can't quite keep his expression from crumpling. He hasn't meant to hurt her, he hasn't meant to hurt anyone, he swears. He's trying, he wants to come back, wants to be normal again, he just...he feels like part of him is still stuck at the bottom of Lover's Lake, watching everyone above him on the surface moving on and living life, but not able to reach them.
He holds her tighter to his chest, petting her hair. It's a mess, like when she first wakes up in the morning. Maybe she fell off the couch or something while he was outside.
"I'm sorry, Bobbin-bird. I didn't mean to go away. I'm working on it, ok? I promise," he murmurs reassurances into her hair, trying to erase the sadness he can hear in her slurred words. He's shit at talking about feelings, especially his own, but not with Robin. Never with Robin. Saying true things to Robin isn't any harder than thinking them to himself, and honestly that's basically the same thing. They pretty much only have the one brain between them.
She pulls back, studying his face closely with bleary eyes, squeezing his cheeks between her hands. "Promise?"
"I promise, Bobbie." He tries to project as much sincerity as he can muster. She's edging past tipsy, but not actually drunk yet, so she should remember this moment just fine tomorrow, and he won't have to do it again.
Who he is kidding? They're definitely having this conversation again tomorrow. Maybe he can distract her with teasing about Vickie. Where did she go, anyway?
Robin grins, apparently satisfied for now. "Good!" She smacks a kiss to his forehead and finally lets go of his face. Thank god. He loves her, more than anything in the world, but she's a goddamned sweaty drunk.
Before she can say anything else, a redheaded streak comes stumbling into the kitchen.
"There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Vickie leans on the kitchen counter, trying to catch her breath.
Steve looks to Robin to see how she'll respond, and, oh. Well, shit. Robin is...frozen, apparently. She's very obviously focused on Vickie, which is good, because otherwise Steve would be having trouble with flashing back to Nancy's thousand-yard stare in the Upside Down, or the whites of Max's eyes, but the part of her brain that lets her, you know, say and do things, appears to have shut down.
Looks like it's Steve's turn with the communal brain, lucky him. Time to step in and save this, if he can.
"Vickie! Hi, you know, I was just wondering where you ran off to? I was about to tell Robin to track you down, to talk about that movie we talked about earlier, but it looks like you found us instead!" He jams an elbow into Robin's side as subtly as he can, but she still doesn't move.
Vickie is looking between them, still breathing a little heavy. "Yeah, I went looking for you as soon as I came back in, but Gareth said-" Gareth! That was it! "-you went to the bathroom, and did you know there are six bathrooms in this house? Who needs that many bathrooms? I think Angela only has one sibling, why would anyone need six bathrooms for four people? That's so crazy! Anyway, I'm glad I found you, Robin. I'm, uh, getting a little overwhelmed with all the people out here, so I was hoping you might want to find a room that's maybe a little quieter, so we can talk a bit? Just the two of us?" Damn, this girl's got guts. Steve likes her.
Robin continues to stand in front of the fridge like the world's prettiest scarecrow. Come on, babygirl, you can do this! He elbows her again.
"Vickie! Hi! Steve, Vickie's here! Hi!" Steve and Vickie both startle a little because, wow, ok, volume, Buckley, damn. Still. Progress.
"Sure is, babe. Tell you what, why don't I take this-" he plucks the unopened beer out of her slack hand, "-and you and Vickie can go sit down somewhere quiet and talk about movies, huh?"
Robin blinks at him owlishly. "Movies?"
He's about to make another veiled reference to the boobies conversation when Vickie blows all of her air out of her nose and stomps one foot like that one girl in the Chocolate Factory movie who reminds him of his cousin Shauna.
"I'm sorry, I can't take it! I just spent ten minutes outside talking to Steve in ridiculous codes and another ten minutes running up and down the stairs in this insane house and I'm exhausted. I can't take the metaphors anymore. Sorry, Steve, no offense."
"Hey, none taken. It's pretty exhausting, you're not wrong. I just had to be safe."
She shakes her head. "No, totally, I completely understand. I appreciate it. I'm just secret coded-out tonight, you know? Robin, do you want to go upstairs with me and talk? I have something to ask you and I'd really rather do it in private, I don't really want any of these people listening, you know?" She waves her hand at the open doorway to the living room, which is still packed with people.
Robbie's head has been bouncing back and forth between them like she's watching a tennis match, eyes wide.
"Huh? Me? What?"
Oh geez. She's shorting out.
"Bobbie, look at me." She meets his eye, and he can see the nerves threatening to overwhelm her. "Trust me?"
She nods. "Uh huh. 'Course, bubba."
Well that warms him right up, but it's not about him right now. "Good. Go with Vickie, babe. It'll be good, I promise." He hopes he can promise that, at least. He's pretty sure he can. And if it goes bad, they always have Plan B.
Vickie holds out a hand, and Robin stares at her like it might bite her, before taking it gingerly. Both girls immediately burst into bright red blushes, and under any other circumstance he would laugh at them, but this is a delicate moment. They need him to be cool. He can be cool. He can be so goddamn cool.
Vickie leads Robin out of the room and towards the stairs, both of them still blushing like crazy and refusing to meet each other's eyes, and Steve can finally let out the breath he's been holding in a whoosh and slump back against the counter. He snags a bottle opener off the fridge- neat, it's got a magnet on it!- and pops the top on the beer he stole off Robbie.
âWell I hate to break this to you, King Steve, but sheâs definitely about to steal your girl.â
Steve freezes with the bottle at his lips.
He sets the beer down on the counter and very carefully turns around. Munson is alone, thank fuck. This is fixable. He can deal with a single person. If it had been a crowd, or fuck, god forbid, someone like Gareth, who hates him, and might try and use this? Hurt Robbie to hurt him? Well, he's got his nailbat in the trunk, and he isn't afraid to use it, but he doesn't think Hopper would be thrilled to have to bail him out of jail.
"Whatever you think you heard, Munson, if Robbie gets hurt, it won't matter that you're one of us now. I'll finish what those bats started. I won't be happy about it, because you're a pretty cool dude and I like hanging out with you, but I'll do it for her if you make me." He makes sure his voice is low and even, and he meets Eddie's eyes head on. He wants to be very clear, this is not a joke. He will defend her if he has to.
He doesn't think he'll have to, not from Munson, but he isn't 100% sure, and he's taken enough risks with Robbie's safety tonight. He doesn't trust his luck enough to count on it working out a second time in less than an hour.
Munson's eyes go wide with shock- he clearly wasn't expecting Steve to meet him with quite that much aggression. He puts his hands up in surrender and leans back away from Steve.
Steve fights not to be distracted by the way his torso curves, graceful in a way he has no right to be with his wounds still scabbing over. Not the moment, Steve. Get it together, for fuck's sake.
"Hey, whoa, easy big guy. We're cool, man. Stand down."
There's a tense moment where they just...stand there, sizing each other up, unsure where to go from here.
Eddie tugs a lock of hair in front of his face, nibbling on it nervously. It's cuter than it has any right to be, honestly.
"I didn't- uh. Fuck, man. Please tell me I didn't just tip you off to flirting you didn't notice. It would suck so, so bad if I exposed Birdie without her knowing."
Steve takes a moment to consider this, frankly absurd, situation. He holds up a finger for Eddie to wait a minute, and checks both ways down the hallway outside before closing the kitchen door and leaning back against it to keep it shut. At least now it'll definitely just be the two of them, which is one more than should be having this conversation, but he doesn't see a way out of it, so this will have to do.
When he turns back to Eddie, he looks even more nervous than before.
"I'm perfectly aware of the flirting, considering I'm the one who went out of my way to set them up tonight. You didn't out anyone, and I should have been the one to make sure the door was closed before I got them in a room together, so it's not your fault for finding out. You understand you can't say anything to anyone, ever, though, right?"
Because he's apparently doomed to be accosted with eyebrow raises from everyone around him anytime he says anything at all until he dies, Eddie's are lost somewhere under his bangs. He looks...impressed. Huh, that's kind of nice. Steve resists the urge to preen.
"'Course, man, I'm well-versed in the code of silence." Something in his face softens, and Steve can feel the sincerity in his next words. "Birdie's a friend, and Finnegan seems like a real sweetie, I wouldn't ever want to hurt them like that. Cross my heart." He does, in fact, draw a cross on his chest with one long, ringed finger. What a dork, holy shit. Steve wants to put that finger in his mouth.
"I have to admit, I didn't expect you to be so cool with something like that. In general, but also especially since you and Buckley are, y'know." He waves his hand expansively around his head, the kitchen lights glinting off his rings, and Steve has to fight the urge to bat at it like a cat with a laser pointer. Jesus Christ, Harrington, focus. The man just called you a homophobe, get your shit together.
He decides, very magnanimously, he thinks, to ignore the homophobe bit, honing in on the rest. "Me and her are...what, exactly?"
"I mean, aren't you guys like, a thing?" Oh Jesus fuck. Not again.
"Ugh, no, where the hell do people keep getting that? Robin and I are just friends, ok? Platonic soulmates. Capital P!" He throws his hands in the air in frustration.
"-capital P," Eddie choruses with him, "I know, I know, I just, shit, man, I dunno, I figured you were..."
"Were what?"
"...Lying? Shit, that sounds worse out loud, sorry! I just mean, because, you know, Henderson keeps saying-"
"Oh, well if Henderson says it, it must be true," Steve rolls his eyes.
"Well fuck me for trusting the kid who calls you his best friend, I guess!"
They glare at each other across the room for a minute, before the ridiculousness of this moment catches up to Steve and he drops his chin to his chest, huffing a laugh.
Eddie looks confused, and still nervous, and a little incredulous. Also a lot adorable, but that doesn't feel relevant. "Ok, I'm so lost, man. I just came in here for a beer, and this has been an emotional rollercoaster I was unprepared for."
Yeah, that about sums it up.
He hasn't spent much time with Eddie since he woke up, spending those weeks juggling babysitting duties and his own injuries and helping with the relief effort and sitting vigil at Max's side. He popped in on Eddie when he was in the building for Max, but the Munson room always had someone in it- Wayne, or Dustin, or Mike, or one of the Corroded Coffin guys- and Steve always felt a bit like an intruder. So he hasn't had a chance to feel out the suspicions he formed during that surreal week when everything was still in the process of exploding, and honestly he's been feeling a little too distant to work up the energy to bother. Robin's bugged him about it once or twice since March, but he shrugged her off each time and she hasn't brought it up in a while.
Ah, what the hell. It's already been such a weird night, and Steve is honestly feeling better than he has in weeks, and he wants to ride this high wherever it'll take him.
Emotional rollercoaster, huh? Well, Steve can make that worse.
At least Eddie hasn't seemed homophobic, kind of the opposite, actually. That's a good sign if Steve's ever seen one.
He pushes off the door, stalking toward Eddie with intent and digging deep inside himself for whatever remains of the person he used to be, who could drop panties with a single look. Eddie's eyes go very round, and he stumbles back a little into the counter.
"You know, Munson, I've had a question I've been meaning to ask you for a while now. Haven't found a good moment."
"Oh yeah?" Eddie's voice comes out in what can only be called a squeak, and Steve feels powerful. That rush of confidence he hasn't felt since BN (Before Nancy) fills his chest, and he can feel his grin turn sharp. "Ho- uh." Eddie clears his throat. "How long's a while?"
Steve purses his lips, relishing the way Eddie's eyes drop down like he can't help it and his cheeks flush, and pretends to consider the question. "Oh, since Skull Rock, probably."
"O-oh? That's. Um. That is a long time." He's still staring at Steve's lips. Good. "Well, shoot, Stevie-boy. Ask away."
Steve lets his smile spread across his face slowly, keeping Eddie's eyes where he wants them. Yeah, he's still got it. Like riding a bike.
"Do you wear this bandana on purpose, or is it just a fashion statement?"
Eddie's eyes snap up to meet his own, shocked.
"Wh-what? Bandana? I. Um. What?"
"Are you flagging, Eddie?" Steve doesn't back up, toe to toe with Eddie as he reaches out and tugs lightly on the hanky trailing out of his back pocket, as always.
He may not have had the energy to talk to Eddie about it yet, but his curiosity did get the better of him after the "earthquakes," and he did dig out that zine where he originally learned about the code. He knows what a black hanky in the back left pocket means now. It's...a little daunting, but not a turn-off. Not at all. Kind of the other thing.
God he hopes Eddie knows what it means.
Eddie seems floored by this line of questioning. He's bright red and sputtering, his mouth opening and closing without saying anything. Steve lets himself stare. This'll go however it goes, but he's not ashamed. He's no more embarrassed to want Eddie than he would be to want a girl, which is to say, not at all.
"I- you- what? What? You- you know what flagging is?" He hisses the end of the sentence in a harsh whisper, so much like Robin did when he first told her about his crush that he can't stop himself from giggling.
Wrong move, since Eddie clearly takes this personally, and his expression shutters closed. Whoops.
"Hey, hey, no no no, none of that, hey. I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at you, I swear."
"Right, sure, I believe that, considering there's nothing goddamn else to laugh at in this kitchen, Harrington." Eddie is glaring at the floor, arms crossed defensively across his chest.
Alright, maybe he gets what Vickie was saying earlier. Fuck the codes, fuck the metaphors. He can take Eddie in a fight if he has to. He's a simple guy, ok? He just wants to use his goddamn words.
Robin would be so proud.
He goes slowly, telegraphing every move so Eddie can stop him if he wants. He reaches for his hands where they're tucked into his elbows, gently easing them out until they're clasped between them.
He takes the opportunity to finally feel those rings he's fantasized about, seeing if they're as cool as they look. They aren't, they're warm from Eddie's skin. He spins one of them around Eddie's finger with his thumb, transfixed.
Eddie still looks tense, but now instead of hurt and distrust on his face, he looks like Steve hit in him in the head with something heavy. His pretty eyes are so big, blown completely black as he stares at their joined hands.
"I'm sorry I laughed. I was remembering the first time I told Robin I had a crush on you," Eddie's head snaps up again, "and she sounded exactly like you did just now, with that angry whisper voice. It made me laugh, that you guys are so alike. It makes sense, I guess. She's my favorite person, so of course I'd like you, when you're like. Not the same, I guess, but kinda a similar flavor of weird. She says I have a thing for nerds, y'know?"
Eddie blinks at him for a minute, apparently speechless. Some nerves start to creep back in, since the brief miscommunication scare burned out most of that white hot King Steve confidence in his chest. They must show on his face, because Eddie visibly shakes himself and finally opens his mouth.
"You have a crush on me?"
"Yeah, man, since the Upside Down, pretty much. The first time."
"Don't call me man when you're telling me you have a crush on me!"
Steve has to laugh at the comically offended look on Eddie's face. "Sorry. Do you prefer Eds? Baby? Big Boy?"
Eddie is so red Steve is surprised his face isn't steaming. He yanks one hand out of Steve's grip to smack him in the chest. Steve laughs and lets him, dropping their still-joined hands down between them and tangling their fingers.
"You're a fucking dick, Stevie. Can't believe I like you."
Steve grins at him, big and hopeful. "Yeah? You like me, Munson?"
Eddie shoves at him with a groan, but doesn't let go of his hand. "Pretty sure everyone in this town likes you, King Steve. It's like a rite of passage, or something."
Steve feels like he could walk on air, he isn't even going to get fussy about the King Steve thing. They can talk about that later. Eddie likes him! Eddie has a crush on him! He could fight a demogorgon with his bare hands right now, that's how powerful he feels.
Eddie gets quiet after a second, tugging a curl in front of his mouth again. Seems like a nervous tick, maybe. Steve notes that for later. He may not be much of a reader, but he's going to learn to read Eddie Munson like a book if it's the last thing he does.
"I thought, um. I kinda...hn. Ugh."
"Gonna need more than that, baby, I'm not fluent in Munson yet." That glow in his chest picks up a little again at the way Eddie flushes so pink and pretty at the petname.
"I thought you were straight." It comes out all in a rush, the words mumbled and slurred together through his hair.
Finally, it's Steve's turn to raise an eyebrow. Take that, universe! "You meet a lot of straight guys who know what the Hanky Code is?"
Eddie shakes his head in wonderment. "Still can't believe The Steve Harrington knows what flagging is."
He's about to reply when the kitchen door flies open with a bang that sends the boys leaping backwards away from each other. Steve finds himself braced between Eddie and the door, brandishing the bottle opener from the fridge in front of him like a knife. He doesn't even remember grabbing it.
Robin is standing in the doorway, eyes wild and hair frizzing out around her head in a way she would despise if she was sober and not obviously preoccupied with something else.
"Jesus, Robs, you about gave me a heart attack, what the hell?"
"Sorry bubba, not important right now!"
He rolls his eyes. Of course not. Just his trauma that could have made him stab her if he hadn't caught himself, nothing major. This girl, he swears.
"Dingus! Focus!"
"Focus on what, Bobs?"
"She wants to kiss me, Steve!"
His eyes go wide. Thank fuck the door bounced off the wall and swung back shut behind her. That's not something to shout to a party full of gossipy strangers.
Still. This is a big moment! "Bobbie! What'd I tell you, huh?" He picks her up around the middle, swinging her around while she cackles wildly and bats at his shoulders.
"Put me down, you lunatic! Steven Elizabeth, you put me down right now, or I swear I'll never speak to you again!" She's laughing too hard for him to take her seriously, though.
He does take pity on her and set her back on her feet, stealing one more tight hug. He's so happy for her he could scream. This night has turned out better than he could have imagined.
"Tell me everything! What happened! What did she say? What did you say? How was the kiss?"
"Well we didn't actually kiss yet, exactly."
"Wait, then how do you know she wants to kiss you?"
"She told me! She said she thinks I'm really pretty and funny and smart and she's like you! She likes both, and she says her and Dan are done, like for real for real all the way done, and she held my hand, Steve! And she wants to go on a date! And she said she wanted to kiss me!"
"That's awesome! I'm so happy for you, Bobs. What did you say when she said she wanted to kiss you?"
"I came down to tell you about it, obviously."
Oh, Bobbie, what the fuck. "Robin James Buckley. Do not tell me that a pretty girl tried to kiss you and you ran away and left her upstairs!"
The situation finally seems to register, and Robbie's hands go flailing around her face the way they do when she's overwhelmed.
"Oh no! Steve! Oh no!"
"Go, you insane person! Go back upstairs right now and kiss her this minute! Go!"
He physically herds her to the door, at which point she finally notices Eddie, who has been standing in the corner where Steve shoved him behind him when the door crashed open, watching them like he's wishing he had popcorn.
Fuck. Steve was so excited for Robbie he totally forgot he was here.
Robin's body goes rigid and all the color drains out of her face all at once.
Steve grabs her by the shoulders. "Hey, Bobbin, eyes on me, ok? Eyes on me." She finally drags her eyes away from where she's been staring at Eddie in horror, and Steve's heart breaks at the fear on her face. "It's ok, Bobbie, I swear to god it's ok. I was right, alright? I was right about him, we were talking before you came in. He's safe, I swear. We're safe, Bobbie, I promise I'll keep you safe."
"I promise I won't say a word, Birdie. Friends of Dorothy gotta stick together, right?" Eddie pipes up from the corner, stepping forward slowly and carefully, hands out front like he's approaching a skittish animal.
"You're- you're like u- me?" Oh, he loves her so much. Still protecting him, just in case.
"It's ok Bobs, I told him about me. I was about to get a kiss of my own before you came in, I think, actually."
Eddie jumps on the opportunity to cut the tension, ever the showman. Steve likes him so goddamn much. He grins impishly at Steve, that wide pretty mouth stretching out until those dimples Steve can't wait to kiss appear on his cheeks.
"Oh, you were, were you? Pretty presumptuous, Stevie-boy. Who says I kiss on the first date? Maybe I'm not that kind of boy."
"Oh, wow, ok, this is gonna be a lot to deal with, huh? Alright, I'm glad I'm not getting hate-crimed, and I'm glad you're finally doing something about your big gay crush, Dingus, but if you'll excuse me, I have a girl to kiss, and also I want to be far away from," she waves a hand between them, "whatever this is. Good luck boys, don't kiss in unlocked rooms! Vickie says she can give me a ride home, so I'll call you in the morning, bubba. Love you bye!"
She's out of the room like a shot, hopefully back up to Vickie, who he hopes is prepared to get used to this kind of thing. There are so many things to love about Robin Buckley, and honestly, this is one of them, but he can see why she might be an acquired taste. He thinks anyone who doesn't acquire that taste is a moron and not worth knowing, but he can see how those people might exist.
"Love you too, Robs!" he calls down the hallway, closing the door behind her and leaning back against it. It's not a lock, but as long as he doesn't move, it'll do. And given that Eddie appears to have found his confidence and is leaning over him, bracing his arms on either side of Steve's head, he doesn't think he'll have to move any time soon.
Unless someone needs the kitchen, but they've been doing just fine so far, so they can burn that bridge when they come to it, or whatever people say.
He reaches down to toy with Eddie's belt loops, tugging him close and grinning up at him through his eyelashes, privately thrilled at the novelty of being shorter than his partner for once. Granted, he's slumped down the door a little, but still. It's nice. He can see why girls like it.
Eddie comes closer easily, resting their foreheads together. He reaches down to fiddle with a lock of Steve's hair and Steve feels like leaning into it like a cat getting its ears rubbed.
Lot of cat feelings tonight. He's not sure what to do with that.
"So.â
âSo.â
âSteven Elizabeth, huh?"
Steve can't help but laugh, the tension broken once more. "Yeah, Rob's idea. We switched. Steven Elizabeth and Robin James. So we always have a piece of each other."
"Jesus H Christ, you guys are fucking adorable. This shit is why everyone thinks you're dating, though, you know that, right?"
"Ugh, yeah, I know. I don't actually mind, I mean, I should be so lucky, you know? And she's like. My person. My most important person. And we're probably gonna get married someday just so we can be each other's next of kin, and because it's not like she could marry whoever she ends up with anyway, or me if I end up with a guy, so it's like, why not, you know? I'd be building my life around her anyway, might as well make it legal.
"It's mostly just annoying when our friends don't believe us, because like, we're honest with you guys. Maybe not all of it, like Robbie isn't ready to be out and that's fine and she shouldn't have to be, but it kinda sucks that, like, Dustin thinks I would lie to him, you know? Because I wouldn't. Not about something real. Not when it matters. But he doesn't believe me, and that just. I dunno, man."
"It hurts."
"Yeah."
"I get that. You've been through a lot for these kids, you've put yourself on the line for them, you've given up a lot for them, and when they don't believe you about something like this, it feels like they're saying they don't trust you. Of course that hurts."
Steve swallows down the tears that want to fall. Now isn't the time for vulnerability like that, not in a stranger's crowded house. Still.
"How'd you do that?"
"Do what, sweetheart?" Oh, sweetheart does something to him. If this is how Eddie felt when he called him baby earlier, the blush makes more sense.
"Figure out exactly what I'm trying to say, and make it make sense. Usually only Robbie can do that."
"I dunno, maybe Birdie and me share a brain. Or maybe you and I just make sense to each other."
Steve flattens a palm against Eddie's chest, feeling the soothing thump beneath his hand. He did that. He put his hands on Eddie's chest and his mouth on Eddie's mouth and broke Eddie's ribs and didn't stop until that rhythm started up again. And now Eddie's here, and Eddie's heart is still beating, and Eddie hears him when he talks, and Eddie is looking at his lips again, and Steve suddenly can't go another second without kissing him.
He trails his hand up Eddie's chest, over his neck, savoring the way his breath hitches and the pulse under his palm speeds up. He keeps going, pushing his fingers into that thick riot of curls, already making mental notes of the products he's going to buy for Eddie because Jesus Christ, they're dry.
He tugs, and again, Eddie comes easy. It's not an earth-shattering kiss. There's no tongue, and their noses are a little smushed, and the angle is a little off, and he's kissed enough people that he can tell Eddie probably hasn't, but none of that matters.
He told Robin, back in that field, that he was holding off feelings he knew he would have for Eddie when all was said and done. He knows now he was right, and he's done holding them off. Has been done for a while, maybe.
He doesn't know where this is going, or what Eddie wants, or how they'll manage being two guys in a town like Hawkins, or what their friends will think. If they'll even tell their friends. What he does know is that he wants to find out the answers to all of those, and he wants to find them out with Eddie, and he wants to keep kissing Eddie, and also that he can't keep kissing Eddie here.
He pulls back, pecking that dimple finally, partly to reassure Eddie that he isn't running away and partly because he's wanted to for weeks, and pulls the kitchen door open, checking that the coast is clear before grabbing Eddie's hand and dragging him towards the front door.
"Where we going, Stevie?"
"You drove here, right?"
"Sure did. You want a ride somewhere? I thought you drove Birdie."
"I did, but you've got your van, don't you? Your van with doors that lock and a big open back seat?"
Eddie's eyes go wide, and he flails a little, just like Robin. It makes Steve smile.
"Yep! Yes, yeah, hell yeah, I do have my van, my van with those things, let's go! Chop chop, time's a-wasting! Your chariot awaits!" And he's off, doing that dorky little run for the driveway.
Steve grins, and puts his hands in his pockets, and follows his boy out into the night.
#stranger things#platonic stobin#steve harrington & robin buckley#rockie#rovickie#robin x vickie#robin buckley x vickie#idk what their ship tag is sorry lol#steddie#steve harrington#robin buckley#vickie stranger things#eddie munson#bisexual steve harrington#(eddie is bi too fyi but it doesnât come up)#my writing#i believe with all my heart that steveâs strategy for nicknaming robin is just a handful of bâs and whatever vowels he finds in his heart#gareth absolutely interrupts them in the van when he wants to go home#and heâs so goddamn annoyed that now heâs going to HAVE to learn to like king steve#because it was one thing when he saved eddieâs life and they were friends now#that could be a one off#but if he likes eddie enough to make out with him in the driveway of a crowded party#heâs in this for the long haul#and that means gareth has to get used to him and learn to get a long#godDAMMIT eddie!#did i make steve go through a depressive episode because i took a break between this part and the last one and lost his voice?#how dare you insinuate such a thing (yeah lol)
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If I Should Stay
On the 15th, as promised! Ngl, I definitely almost forgot this. I have SO many feelings about this one, yâall check the tags if you want my ramblings. Buckle up. Also, happy stabbing Caesar day.
Part 1 | . . . | Part 64 | Part 65 | Part 66
Steve works his jaw, staring at Will. âYeah,â he whispers. Will looks down. âHey,â Steve says gently. âThatâs not on you, okay? And Jonathanâs a really great guy. He and Nancy both had a lapse in judgement. They got together a while later and they were better for each other than she and I ever were.â
âBut they hurt you.â
Steve chuckles. âIn the moment, sure. But Iâm fine now, Iâve moved on. It surprised me just now because I didnât expect her to react like that. I know thatâs not who she is as a person, and Iâm sure as soon as Joyce talks to her about it and sheâs had some time to think about it, sheâll come apologize. But none of that is on you, okay?â
Will shrugs, playing with the hem of his pants.
Steve glances at Eddie, who winks and plops down cross-legged next to Will, nudging their shoulders together. âMy dadâs in jail.â Will looks up at him, surprised. Eddie shrugs. âIâve had time to process, but it took me a while to realize he just isnât a good person. Now, my momma was an angel among women, she just had a disease. It didnât make her a bad person. But theyâre my parents, so that must mean Iâm a bad person with a disease, right?â
âNo!â Will says emphatically. âJust because they-â he pauses, mouth a perfect circle, before flushing and ducking his head, smiling a little. âOkay. I get it.â
âGood kid,â Eddie says fondly, ruffling his hair. âNow, back to the planning?â
âProbably,â Steve nodded. âFirst things first, who wants out?â
âPapa hurt El?â Mike asks. Steve nods. âThen letâs kill this fucker.â
âLanguage,â say all the adults, and Mike rolls his eyes.
âIâm in,â Will adds.
âMe too,â Dustin says, and Lucas nods.
Steve looks around, and all the adults present nod at him. Robin squeezes his hand, and Alli pulls him closer to her by his shoulders. âAlright, little brother,â she says. He elbows her. âWhatâs the plan?â
Steve sighs and looks to El. âWhat do you think, Ellie?â
âEveryone else is dead,â she murmurs. âBut if I go into the rainbow room, I will see them.â
Steveâs heart breaks. âYou donât have to go anywhere you donât want to.â
She smiles sadly at him. âYou cannot promise me that, Steve.â
He meets Robinâs eyes above Elâs head, watches her heart break. âWatch me.â He looks back to El. âI know what he put you through, El.â
âHe loves me.â
Steve takes a breath, shuts his eyes for a moment. âRemember what I told you, last time you said that?â
El nods. âYou thought the same thing about your parents.â
âExactly. It took me a long time to learn, but they donât love me. And thereâs nothing I can do to change that. Even if I was perfect, that wouldnât be enough for them. Does that make sense?â
She nods. âYou love me differently from how Papa loves me.â
âYeah,â Steve whispers. âWhich do you like better?â
âYours.â
âDo you know why?â
She thinks about it for a minute. âYou love me because you see Ellie. He loves me because he sees Eleven.â
Next to him, Alli makes a broken sound. Steve reaches back to hold her hand. âYeah, Ellie. Thatâs exactly right.â
âI do not want to only be Eleven anymore,â she decides. âI want to be Ellie.â
âAnd thatâs why Iâll do all of it myself if I have to,â Steve tells her. âSo you can be Ellie. You donât have to go in the rainbow room, okay?â
âOkay,â she nods, wiggling around until she can bury her face in his neck and whisper, âI trust you.â
He blinks quickly. âIâm glad,â he whispers back.
âEllie,â Wayne says, voice not much steadier than Steveâs. She shifts to look at him from where sheâs tucked into Steve. âWe all want you tâbe just Ellie if you want it. Weâre all gonna be right there with you.â
âThank you,â she says quietly. âSteve?â
âYeah?â
âI wonât be strong enough. If I see Papa.â
âThat wonât be a problem,â Hopper says, checking his gun. She shifts to look at him. âHeâs not going to hurt you again.â
She frowns and buries her face back in Steveâs neck. âIâm happy,â she murmurs. âBut Iâm also very sad.â
Steve sighs and hugs her tightly. âI know how you feel.â
âI donât like feeling this way.â
âI know, El. I donât think thereâs really any way to get rid of the feeling, though.â
âJust life,â Alli says quietly, scooting closer and laying a comforting hand on Elâs upper arm. âI know itâs a clichĂŠ, but itâs true.â
El looks up at Alli. âOkay. Whatâs a clichĂŠ?â
Alli meets Steveâs eyes, a smile starting to spread, and Steve thinks everythingâs going to be okay.
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#stranger things#if I should stay#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#robin buckley#Allison Harrington#el hopper#will Byers#ok SO. Will. heâs defensive of Steve not Jon bc Steve helped save him from the UD#this is very near and dear to my heart#also EL#WANTING TO BE ELLIE#NOT ELEVEN#YALL I CRIED WRITING THIS#I BROKE MY HEART EDITING IT#this is the singular best character study I have EVER done#I am. SO in love with her jfc#If Steve had a mean bone in his body THIS would be his villain origin story#fix it#fix it fic#time travel#time travel fic#time travel fix it#time travel fix it fic#starambles
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eddie grabbed steve and robin. the trio of all time.
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#also so sorry to nancy. love the fruity four but...#eddie steve and robin have such a special place in my heart#love my queers#chaostrio
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AU where Robin is going to the local community College for an arts degree. Convinces Steve during her second semester to sign up as a model so they can hang out during class. Robin convinces him its a win win situation, he gets paid to sit and look pretty and gets to spend time with her (that was previously interrupted by classes).
Eddie signs up for the class because he wants to get better at drawing for his DND meetings (plus for his degree he needs to have one artistic class and it was either this or theater, and he isnt sure if he'd have to perform but after getting accused in a hit and run that killed the local cheerleader, he isnt the most liked even though he was proven innocent). Eddie, who is late to class and the only seat left is next to Robin. The two start chatting and ignore the teacher going through the syllabus on the first day. This continues for the first three classes as the teacher goes over different techniques.
Fourth day of class, Steve is there. And Eddie is convinced he's seen an angel. He's seeing one of them sculptures by the ninja turtles come to life. The most gorgeous human he's ever seen. The imperfections make him more perfect. The freckles like constellations on his skin. The scars showing a fight that he undoubtedly was strong enough to survive. Robin clocks it in all of two seconds as Eddie is as red as a firetruck and hasn't said two words. Meanwhile, Steve is standing there feeling a little bad that Robin's new friend is so uncomfortable at the sight of him and his scars.
#Steve is like oh hes cute- oh...oh no its the scars oh no đ#Robin immediately has a shit eating grin and is teasing Eddie who just slowly slumps down in his seat#Eddie is convinced he's gonna have a heart attack with how fast his heart is beating#Cmon you telling me yall DONT like this idea someone with better skill write this please#Steddie#Platonic Stobin#Steve Harrington#Robin Buckley#Robin being the best wingman unintentionally#Eddie Munson#Steddie drabble#Steddie ficlet#Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson#Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson#Stranger Things#Also the sculpture by a ninja turtle line was said to me irl they went "you know the famous thing by the ninja turtle the David or whatever#I was like BITCH MICHAELANGELO??? Before busting out laughing and honestly tho I get it#Jade is Talking
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Modern problems, Modern solutions pt 5
Ooph, it took me a while to get this out. It's a bit of a "transitional chapter" that involves quite a few 3rd parties. I think it's important to see how Eddie feels about all of this and what he thinks has happened. I also think it's pretty realistic for there to be this sort of "divergence" of who is on whose side. Not that I think that's smart or practical, just that is how everything seems to go in High School. Everyone has to take a side, even when the people involved don't want anyone to take a side.
Time for Robin to get maud.
TW: The D-slur (for lesbian), general verbal tussling, lots of insults, lots of swearing.
Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6
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Eddie was miserable for the rest of the weekend and had been in a sour mood when he got to school on Monday. He was so short-tempered he had even snapped at Wayne even though he had quietly apologized for it later. Still, more than anything Eddie hated that he was going to have to see Steve at school the next day. They didnât have classes together, and he had no reason to interact with him if he didnât want to, but even the idea of seeing his face in the hallway made his expression twist. What an absolute total shit. Steve knew how to be pleasant, how to be nice, and vaguely allude to being your friend, but everything was surface level. He didnât actually care how you feltâthat was a givenâbut he just didnât want to make enemies either. It was this snide, fake way of existing, and that bothered Eddie more than anything. Here he was trying to be genuine, and all he had gotten for it was insulted and mistaken for being someone else. Framed as if he was the asshole, or the weirdo in the situationâevery situation. Steve had been trying to apologize as if the insult of an apology over something like that would make everything okay. Eddie felt like an idiot. Like a loser. For whatever stupid reason he had thought that Steve didnât see him that way.Â
There was no one at that party that was even remotely in the same social circle as him and now that he thought about it that sort of felt like that was done on purpose. It had been a mistake to show up to the party at all. They were probably all laughing about it behind his back now.
Eddie slouched around the school for most of the day and kept his head down in fear of having to deal with the jock crowd. He had been short with more than a few people, but he couldnât find it in himself to feel bad about that. He didnât want to give anyone even the smallest chance of an in to make fun of him. He didnât want to hear even the tiniest jab and he sure as hell wasnât going to tolerate having to talk to Steve Harrington if it came to that. Eddieâs attitude changed a bit at lunch when he opened his locker and an envelope fell out. There wasnât much to the letter really, just a simple note that read âfor the weedâ with 30 bucks inside. It had made Eddie frown, but at the very least he felt a bit relieved that he hadnât been swindled. It didnât cure his bad mood, but it made him feel a little less on edge for the remainder of the day. It was still no secret that some people seemed to be giving him side-eye as he walked down the hallway, even if no one was doing anything overtly hostile.Â
Nothing happened day one, and Eddie felt grateful for that, but he still felt like a tool for thinking for even a split second that Steve and him were compatible. He hadnât really liked Steve, it was just a fantasy really, even if the fantasy had involved a lot of assumed mutual attraction. It was stupid and he could see it as that now; thinking about it just made him mad. Tuesday was worse; Tuesday was worse because even though most of the day had been benign Eddie hadnât gotten away home free at the end of the day. It had caught up to him in the parking lot of the school as he had tried to shuffle away from Hawkinsâ High. It had caught up to him in the shape of Robin Buckley. Eddie had made it to the far side of the parking lotâfar enough away that no one in their car could run him down if they had a mind to do itâbut to his surprise, he could see Robin hoofing it towards him. It was club day so seeing Robin out here made it especially odd but he barely had time to register that as he noted the stormy expression on Robinâs face. âEddie,â he said sternly, not raising her voice any louder than normal. She wasnât talking as if she was just trying to get his attention, no, there was an edge of anger there as if she was his mother or something. The tone made Eddie sneer slightly and he turned away from Robin to continue walking. âEddie! Iâm talking to you,â Robin said firmly, not quite putting her hands on him, but cutting in front of him to make him stop walking. âI donât want to hear it, Buckââ Eddie tried, only to get caught off as he watched Robin cross her arms and step into his path once again. âNo, youâre listening to me, youâre listening to everything I have to say,â Robin interrupted and Eddie did take pause because of her expression. She looked pissed as hellâface red, the bags under her eyes especially darkâand the rhythmic chanting of the old saying âhell knows no fury like a womanâs scorn,â rang through his mind. âI thought Iâd give you a chance to apologize on your ownâbe a decent person about it, but you didnât do squat on Monday,â Robin continued, which made Eddieâs expression twist with frustration. âApologizeââ he tried to interrupt, not beyond starting an argument. âListening for once in your goddamn life,â Robin cursed, keeping steady eye contact, âpeople make mistakes, Eddie, I get it and youâre a prickly person, whateverââ âHeyââ âWhat. Ever! Listen! Iâm trying to give you some grace here, and youâre lucky that Steve would be pissed at me if I flayed you, so youâre going to settle for listening to what I have to say because sure as hell he isnât going to say it,â Robin huffed, her teeth bearing a bit. Great. So, this was about Steve. Eddie wanted to hear what she had to say even less now and he sidestepped Robin again only to have her walk after him, not deterred in the least. âYou know for years Iâve been thinking oh, Eddie isnât actually a bad guy, he just projects that image to get people to leave him alone, but then you turn around and do this bullshit? How dare you, how fucking dare you pull something like that and then walk around school on Monday with a chip on your shoulderââ âHow dare I?â Eddie asked, whipping around to jam a finger in Robinâs face. âHow dare I? You donât know what the hell youâre talking about, Buckley.â
âI sure as hell do,â Robin retorted, seemingly not intimidated enough by Eddie to back down despite the glassy look in her eyes. She was standing her ground and it probably helped that she and Eddie were the same height. She was a tall girl and was potentially stronger than Eddie if he thought about itânot that he was ever going to hit Robin, but jeez her expression made him wonder if she was going to be the one to throw a punch. âYour tough guy appearance and devil-may-care attitude isnât going to do shit for you, Eddie. Steve is too nice of a guy to say any of this to your face, so Iâm going to do it instead. How dare you. How dare you look someone in the eye and laugh at them when theyâre trying to tell you something. You think itâs funny? You think it���s funny that Steve has been nothing but nice to you and because heâs an underclassmanâor whatever fucking reasonâyou think it's funny to totally spit in his face? Be a total dick because he made a mistake and thought you were a decent fucking person? I regret sticking my neck out for you. I regret defending you and encouraging Steve to talk to youâyouâre such an asshole! I thought you were better than those posturing cliques that toy with peopleâs emotions for the drama of it all, but youâre not. Youâre the exact same as them,â Robin yelled, her voice not loud enough to carry across the parking lot, but loud enough to sound livid and have passersby look in their direction.Â
Eddie didnât understand what she was getting at, but it was making his face red with anger and embarrassment. He was being reamed out. Why the hell was he being reamed out? So, now he was being gossiped about behind his back and having Robin Buckley of all people curse him out? He was being framed as the asshole? âWhat the hell are you talking about?â Eddie snarled, feeling his chin bunch up with the effort of not crying. He hated that he cried over every goddamn thing, and his attempt to control his tears was the only thing stopping him from yelling back properly at Robin.
âAn apology isnât nearly enough, but at least itâs something,â Robin continued, ignoring Eddieâs protests, âdonât even think about showing your face at Pride Club cause we sure as hell are not going to support anyone being a goddamn bully.â âWhat the hell are you talking about!â Eddie yelled again, finally raising his voice loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. âYouâve got absolutely no idea what youâre talking about! I donât want to go to your dumb fucking club ever again anyways. Youâre all a bunch of hypocrites. Fucking âlove and acceptanceâ my assââ âGood! Then donât come!â Robin shouted back stubbornly. âSounds great to me!â Eddie declared, throwing his hands up in the air. âHave a great time patting yourselves on the back for being the worldâs most gullible dyke.â âYouâre a fucking asshole,â Robin chewed, âbye, prick!â âGood riddance, fucknut!â Eddie shouted loudly as he backed up and away from Robin, posturing. He saluted high into the sky only to turn around and flip Robin off as he walked away. She didnât prolong the interaction and Eddie stole a quick look over his shoulder to see her storming back towards the school. What a piece of work. He was pissed that Robin had been turned against himânot that they were friends or anything like that, but it felt especially sinister to hear from her what tale Steve was spinning about that night. So, he was the bad guy, huh? He was the asshole in this situation? Figures. Steve was a tool. A complete and utter cunt lying to people about what went down and painting himself as the victim in the situation. Why not though, huh? Why not throw your weight around and make everyone else pick your battles? It was easier that way anyway. Eddie was going to be obliterated from the inside out and Steve wasnât even going to need to lift a finger.Â
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Eddie skipped Hellfire club later in the week, choosing to mope at home instead which got an angry slew of texts from the guys. He had ignored those too and had only emerged when Wayne knocked on his door declaring that Jeff had come to see him. The visit was under some guise that he needed help playing a part of a song he was trying to perfect. Eddie had seen through the rouse almost instantly but he hadnât said anything. The conversation had naturally moved towards why he was so upset 20 minutes into Jeffâs visit, but Eddie had been grateful to do something with his hands in the interim. He had sneered and scowled, not wanting to talk about it and not wanting to be made fun of, but Jeff had seemed earnest in his attempts to pull the truth from him and eventually Eddie told him everything.Â
He didnât go so far as to say he had liked Steve or anything like that, but he was the same as any guy and he thought Steve had maybe had a thing for him. That seemed far-fetched now, and he had just been holding out to maybe get lucky or something like thatâhe didnât go into detail and it didnât seem like Jeff wanted it anyway. The conversation was clipped and lacked real emotion until Eddie got to the bit about why he was pissed. He didnât hold back either: telling Jeff how Steve had gotten drunk and then obviously started to flirt with him because he thought Eddie was someone else. How that had been a blow to his ego, but whatever; the real injury had happened when Steve had tried to make light of it all and Eddie had tried to offer a sympathetic ear, but that had blown up in his face. Steve had called him cruel for even asking and had acted like Eddie was pathetic for even trying to talk to him about it in the first place. How cruel it had been for Steve to be pretending this whole time to like him, even just as a friend. That had pissed him off, made him not like Steve, but the worst of it was the fact that he was spreading rumours about him now. He was already a social pariah, what was gossiping about how pathetic Eddie Munson was going to do to him for the rest of the school year? Jeff, in his defense, had tried to keep up as Eddie had explained everything lightning-fast with wayward details. By the end of it all Jeff seemed properly bothered by it as well and had commented on how stupid and lame it was that high school was so clique-y. Steve was an asshole. Steve should have realized that Eddie was just being nice. It was weirdly suspicious that he invited Eddie to his party when there was no one there that he knew.Â
Pretending this whole time to be interested in friendship for God knows what reason. And he had come onto him? Only to act like it was a joke in the end? What a tool. What an asshole. What a jock.
Complaining had made Eddie feel a bit better and Jeff getting mad on his behalf felt good. He was being defended properly and he liked that. It wouldnât matter that much when they had to go back to school the next day, but it at least made Eddie feel like he wasnât storming into battle without an army at his back. Maybe they were weak and lacked numbers, they were never going to win against the leagues of popular kids, but at the very least Eddie didnât feel alone in this fight.
Days passed and the news had spread fast through Hellfire. Eddie wasnât upset about that at all, in fact, it saved him from having to explain everything and he genuinely wasnât sure he would have been able to talk to Dustin and Will about this. He wanted them on his side and if they remained neutral heâd be fine with that too, but the last thing he wanted was to hear them defending Steve.Â
Blissfully, nothing had been said to him and Eddieâs spine had stopped tingling once the week ended. He didnât feel like everything was staring at him, even if Robin had glared at him every time they crossed paths in the hallway. That was the best things were going to get though and Eddie had no interest in entertaining the rumour-mill.
In fact, he had made it all the way to next Thursday without incident. Or at least âincident lightâ. He had seen Steve in the hallway once or twice, but they had pointedly ignored each other or simply walked down another hallway once they made eye contact.Â
Hellfire was on Thursdays and though Eddieâs mood was still low, it felt as if it could be helped along by seeing his friends and maybe throwing a few difficult encounters their way. âThat isnât true!â Someone yelled, and Eddie perked up as he walked down the hallway.Â
The school was mostly empty since the last bell, 20 minutes ago at least, and it was odd to hear someone yell this far away from the main classrooms. They hosted Hellfire in the classroom beside the theatre and for âspecial eventsâ they even got to use the theatre itself. Regardless of all of that, no one really came this way in the school unless there was a performance on or they were here for Hellfire.Â
âThatâs not what I was told!â The yelling continued and Eddie frowned as he slouched forward. Were the guys having a fight over something? Great. He didnât want to have to deal with that. He didnât want to entertain someone elseâs emotions when he had simply been looking forward to an easy hang and some D&D.Â
Eddie rounded the corner towards the theatre and his expression soured as he saw Robin and 2 other girls talking to Dustin, Will, and Jeff. Talking was a generous word even, they were straight up yelling at each other.Â
Eddie stopped where he was in the hallway, not eager to enter the fray, but unfortunately, he was spotted before he could turn tail. âEddie!â Dustin exclaimed, jabbing his arm toward Robin and getting everyone else to look at him. âTell them what you told Jeff!â Eddie bunched his shoulders up and frowned deeply, feeling his skin crawl when Robin turned to look at him. He did not want to deal with this. âIt doesnât matter! I donât care about thatâitâs real low though to tell Will he canât come to Pride Club,â Robin exclaimed, glaring daggers down the hallway at Eddie. âWhat?â Eddie asked sharply, bunching his shoulders up more. âI neverââ âHe didnât bane me,â Will interjected, his voice sounding shrill with anxiety as he spoke. âItâs my choice.â âYour choice because it was heavily implied, or your choice because thatâs actually what you want?â One of the other girls with Robin asked, crossing her arms. âWhatever, let them do what they want,â Hannah scoffed, which made Robin shake her head.
âNo, thatâs so shitty. Iâm not going to make you do anything, Will, but know that youâre still welcome, you donât have to quit just becauseââ
âOh, so Will is welcome but Eddie isnât?â Jeff interrupted. Robin shot him a harsh look and he seemed to back down a bit. âThis is why it matters!â Dustin yelled again, âI think you have it all wrongâSteve wonât even talk to me about it!â
âThatâs his choice,â Robin replied, pursing her lips, âIâm not here to share his business with everyone.â Eddie clenched and unclenched his hands as he stood in the hallway, feeling frozen to the spot as everyone slung angry words back and forth at one another. It was hard to keep up with and it was making his anxiety spike as he listened to Dustin and Jeff trying to defend him, while Robin and the other girls tore him apart.Â
High school was so fucking stupid. This was all so fucking stupid.Â
Yeah, fuck this.Â
Eddie turned and started walking in the opposite direction. He could walk to the parking lot without passing anyone in front of the theatre; the last thing he wanted to do was walk past any of them. Heâd just go home. Heâd just crawl back into bed and wait for the blissful ignorance of sleep. âEddie!â Dustin was yelling at him but he wasnât turning around and he sure a hell wasnât going to Hellfire today if he was going to have to sit there with this atmosphere hanging over him.Â
He made it as far as the doors before Dustin caught up with him, huffing hard as Eddie pushed his way out into the parking lot. âEddieâwait up,â Dustin puffed, grabbing his arm as the door swung shut behind them. Eddie jerked away, his anger flaring as he wrestled with the fact that he wasnât going to ever get a moment of peace ever again. Not as long as he was in school and he had 8 more months of this bullshit to deal with. âFuckinâ donât, okay?â Eddie sputtered, not actually mad at Dustin but not having anywhere else to direct his anger. âIâm done okay, Iâm done with this bullshit. Iâm done. She wants to harass all the guys outside of Hellfire every day, be my guest. Iâm going home, Iâm not dealing with this bullshit.â âSheâs leaving, you can come back,â Dustin explained, which only made Eddie huff a laugh. His limbs felt like rubber as he swayed, not wanting to leave but not wanting to stay either. It was all such bullshit.Â
âIâm going home, Henderson,â Eddie lamented, rubbing his hand over his face as he lingered. He didnât want to walk all the way home but heâd have to hang out here longer if he called Wayne for a ride. âWhat happened?â Dustin asked, which made Eddie groan as he forced one foot in front of the other and started walking. Dustin didnât let up and started following him across the parking lot towards the forest behind the school.Â
âYou knowâJeff told you Iâm sure,â Eddie grumped, stuffing his hands in his pockets and rolling his shoulders. âYeah, butââ Dustin tried, not stopping Eddie but keeping pace with him, â--that doesnât sound like Steve.â Eddie laughed incredulously, rounding on Dustin and sneering at him.
âWhat? You think Iâm lying?â He asked, trying to keep his eyes from prickling with emotion.Â
âNo!â Dustin declared, almost too vehemently, âItâs justâmaybe you both have it wrong. I donât know! Steve can be a real idiot sometimes, butâbut, when he messes up he owns up to it! He doesnâtâhe isnât vindictive like this.â âYeah well, tomato-tamato, 'cause Iâm living proof that isnât true,â Eddie huffed, frowning deeply. He didnât like hearing Dustin defending Steve, but at least he wasnât making Eddie the one at fault for it all. âNo, itâs justâRobin wonât talk to me about it, and Jeff says you told him that Steve was like⌠tricking you, man? Setting you up for some kind of joke and making fun of you or something like that?â
âSomething like that,â Eddie confirmed nonchalantly, not wanting to talk about this, âseemed like it at least. Pretty much called me a villain for telling him he could talk to me honestly cause he was like⌠upset about something. Said I was cruel.â
Eddie stared down his nose at Dustin, not wanting to budge on this. Dustin didnât seem convinced, but he was frowning as well as he listened to what Eddie had to say. Dustin was a smart kid, and Eddie could see the gears in his head turning.Â
âIt just doesnât make senseâŚâ Dustin lamented quietly. They stood like that for another minute before Eddie turned and continued walking. âAre youâŚâ Dustin started, not following Eddie this time.
âYeah, go on without me. Iâm going to go fall off a bridge to my demise, Belrog style,â Eddie grouched, throwing his hand up into the air in some kind of wayward goodbye. He could practically hear Dustin frowning, but he didnât turn around and Dustin didnât follow him. That was both a relief and a disappointment, but Eddie didnât let himself dwell on that as he marched home on the edge of another breakdown.Â
Pt6
#Eddie is going to have some apologizing to do to Robin later#I want everyone to imagine Steve saying âHe said that?â in the most broken-hearted voice in the world#modern problems modern solutions#eddie munson#my_writing#steve harrington#steddie#steddie au#steddie fic
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My top 5 Crackships
Inspired by my top 5 8 characters thing going around, I want you all to vote on your favorite of my Top 5 Questionable Rare pairs
I will be providing excuses reasoning excuses below the poll, so if you feel like roasting me properly seeing my justifications, do that - or don't!
And remember, they're fictional characters, so it costs nothing to be normal about this and have fun
*Not all of these are controversial, but those that are? watch out!
Excuses:
Zuki:
If you follow me then you know I'm an OG Zutara fan, but on the rare occasions I'm feeling Cannon Compliant, Zuki is my go too ship. This has all to do with the comics, where basically Zuko's only confidant is Suki and you get wild panels of them looking at each other like this:
I was devistated when Korra came out and it seemed like Sokka and Suki didn't last, but if the above is why, then I'll take it.
Stobin:
I am going to get so much flack for this one I think. BUT. Consider: The cannon ships in the show are generally not well written. I like Hopper/Joyce, I like Max/Lucas, but Nancy/Jonathan and especially Mike/Eleven do literally nothing for me, they are so bland. I do see the irony that one of the things that makes Stobin well written is because its one sided on Steve's part because Robin is gay. But their interactions are literally the reason to watch the show if you ask me. Pushing past these excuses though, I just kinda dig the ship. In my head its an open poly situation for certain, but sexuality is so wild and fluid and weird, and Gold Star status is gatekeepy at best anyway, so like, why the fuck not. I had a great aunt who had an open marriage with a gay man, (big beard behavior) and they had kids and did everything together. Its like... Platonic soulmates + if you will. And that's what I want for Stobin. Platonic soulmates + and a big ole polycule surrounding them. Or maybe its just my incoherent bisexual ass talking
(If I could put fan-art with the polycule in it I would but I wouldn't repost someones art like that... so I'm stuck with cannon images)
Zacknei:
No one has played this game. When people think Zack, they either ship Cloud or Aerith, and honestly I ship both those as well (though ClAerTi will always be my top for them). But I love Cissnei. She has big Sydney Sage energy for me, and all of Zack's emotional beats in the second half of the game surround her (...or cloud) not Aerith (just for the record). Also if you join all the fanclubs and work hard you get invited to your own fanclub and I'm pretty sure there's evidence that Cissnei is the president which is hilarious. I just love their interactions and was DEVASTATED at the end. Analytical Girl & PuppyDogHimbo is a beautiful ship dynamic. Also Rick Gomez will always be my Zack Fair VA. I hate the new guy so much (and its not his fault!! Sorry man!)
Aquarella:
So the section is really short. But my god. Cinderella and Aqua have the most chemistry of any character in that game series bar none. I'm including Riku and Sora in this. I'm including Roxas and Axel. Ok, not really this is not the hill I want to die on. BUT. At least in Birth By Sleep, this is the emotional high-point. Aqua taking her hand like a gentleman at a ball? The way Aqua saves Cinderella from getting run over by her demonic carriage??? The way she lovingly protects Cindy's body with hers? Did you see Prince whats his face doing any of that ? NO. And then. If Aqua were a guy everyone would've seen it when this game came out (but I guess gay people weren't invented until 2015 or whatever.
look how devastated Aqua is when Cinderella goes to Charming at the end. IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THEM.
Sorayla:
I really do like Raylum, but this is a poll on my hot take rare-pairs, not cannon compliance. Let me start off by saying, no, I haven't seen this season yet, it only came out twelve hours ago whats wrong with you? This pair grew on me starting in Season 4 after the time skip. I think it goes along side my preoccupation with tough smart girls and their dumbass golden retriever himbos. They have a nice trajectory, and with Callum going a lil dark and edgy on us recently, I like their banter a lot. Especially in Season 4 I was surprised by them and I crave more adventures with the two of them alone. I don't think it will ever happen, but I like it none the less. They bring a certain... Sokka & Suki vibe to the party that I'm here for.
Anyway, I tag @ebbilayart @retiredficwriter & anyone who decides to do it!
And if no one feels like setting themselves up as a target, that's good too!
#rayla#soren#sorayla#the dragon prince#cinderella#aqua#kingdom hearts#kingdom hearts birth by sleep#cissnei#zack fair#zacknei#final fantasy 7#final fantasy 7 Crisis Core#Stranger Things#Robin Buckley#Steve Harrington#Stobin#Zuki#Zuko#Suki#Avatar the Last Airbender#I didnt really have runner ups because I was only picking rarepair ships#or kind controversial ones on purpose#just for fun#posts by me
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the anger and hatred i feel for the "robin wouldn't date nancy cause of steve" rhetoric is literally unmatched by any other force on planet earth
#I will murder each and every one of you with a chainsaw this isn't even about shipping this is about the way you guys talk about shit#I will fucking have your head I will grow a garden of violets and lavender and use your mashed up bones as fertilizer#I will drown you in a pool of your own blood#I will carpet bomb your house I will visit a rage upon you so horrendous it will make the rapture look like a nice family vacation#I want you people to eat shit#<-that. is all copypasted from discord bitching#but anyway. steve has moved the fuck on and if he hasn't he should it's been like 2 years#and while there's obviously a statute of limitations on dating friend's exes st*ncy ending has exceeded that#now we're at the point where it would only matter if it was a shitty ex which nancy is NOT.#âshe broke steve's heartđĽşâ this literally ain't about him idc quit making robin's dating life about steve#also you guys just don't get lesbians if anyone is gonna date a friend's ex it IS a lesbian#you literally don't have to like ronance but I am so tired of people talking about it like this situation would be wrong somehow#they're literally already friends dating isn't even that much of a jump#also you guys have no sense of fun I like messy shit you could make that messy if you wanted#stranger things#ronance#anyway. tis the misogyny hydra again I think
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robin cheats at board games and steve gets pissed. despite his reputation, when it comes to games that man is BY THE BOOK. he's like ref that's a foul.
robin has no such qualms and thinks it's hilarious when steve doesn't realize what she's done and gets frustrated that he's suddenly losing
#stobin#steve harrington#robin buckley#stobin playing board games fr#they have a family game night and it's just scoops troop in my heart#steve: when did u buy houses to put on ur property#robin: like three turns ago keep up (she took houses from the bank when he wasn't looking)
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I am pretty particular with my ships in the sense that when I get obsessed with a specific pair I usually tend to dislike seeing my babies with anyone else, unless they are like a passing relationship in the grand scheme of my faves ending up together
Having said that I realized now that I have been obsessing over Ronance more (again) that I don't mind Chrissy and Robin together as much as Robin and Vickie and that may have to do with the fact that even dead, Chrissy has more character and purpose than Vickie in the show dfsrdf
Fanon vickie can be great but I have a personal vendetta against the duffers for how they made her so inconsequential and no note while pairing Robin with Nancy for the whole season, making it IMPOSSIBLE for me to look at anyone else as a potential love interest
#what sucks is that I was legit happy to see Amybeth in the cast as Robin possible love interest#bc i have been a fan since Anne with an E and she is also queer !! I love her#but the duffers sucks so#some of their best decisions were things they didn't even decide to do and just happened bc of the actors#like steve becoming The mom#Robin coming out scene!!#and also Ronance lol#stranger things#yapping time#ronance#buckingham#anti rovickie#i guess..? not really but better be safe#my heart cries for what they could have been but my soul is for ronance#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#chrissy cunningham
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the feminine urge to dig through every scene steve is in to compile a masterlist of any and all traits, facts, and details we could gather from canon
and not to prove a "right" way to characterize him but to give more ideas and jumping off points for us to play with. we don't have a lot of details explicitly laid out for us so we do assume a lot (some of those assumptions don't have a strong canon backing which is fine but some definitely do and a lot of people don't realize?? we're not too far off with some of this) but theres definitely stuff implied here and a good bit of it's probably intentional (you're rarely "looking too far into it" with filmmaking. there are happy accidents but a shit ton of this is intentional otherwise it wouldn't be there)
anyway would anyone be interested in seeing it? rn it's just like an impulse before i go to bed but if anyone actually wants to hear whatever i find it might actually push me to do it tomorrow
#stranger things#steve harrington#stranger things thoughts#stranger things tumblr#steddie tumblr#steddie#<<target audience#i might do it for other characters too if i have fun#maybe dustin or robin or erica or eddie?#since im a scoops troop enjoyer at heart#and eddie wouldn't take as long cause he has like 30 minutes of screentime rip#actually maybe not robin i forgot we literally have rebel robin right there and idk if i have the attention span for that#maybe just call it a screen-only-deep-dive then#but yeah i chose steve because i really connect with fanon steve but im curious about what we get in canon#also he has a pretty wide good-faith characterization range because hes pretty ambiguous in the show#mr mysery over here#i need to go to bed#steveharrington#steve stranger things#steve harrington stranger things
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