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someone gets hurt
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Love Stinks -Â Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington
A/N: aahhh! idk how I was able to complete this but I was!đ hope you loves like it! also this is kinda set in a bit into the future and Eddie and Argyle work at the Hideout
Request -Â Anonymous asked: Uh uh steddie dialog? Maybe something where the reader gets stood up/ghosted for being chubby and the 2 boys tell her she's perfect the way she is and then confess? Sorry I'm bot good with requests ^^;
Warnings: reader gets drunk and gets stood up, causing her to feel insecure but steddie to the rescue!
Disclaimer: I donât own Stranger Things :) gif isnât mine :DÂ
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Love Stinks
Iâve had the blues, the reds and the pinks One thing for sure (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah Â
âHello?â
âMunson?â
âArgyle?â
âYeah, sorry to bother you, man, I know itâs your night off but⌠I think you might want to come over to the barâ Argyle said through the phone.
âWhy? Is everything okay?â
âLook, thereâs no way for me to say this that youâre not gonna freak out and tell Harrington but⌠your girlâs drunk, manâ he told him.
âWhat? How drunk?â Eddie asked, getting Steveâs attention. Before Argyle could respond, he heard the music in the background and what was very distinctively your voice.
You didn't know what you were lookin' for Till you heard the voices in your ear
âWell⌠âgetting-on-the-bar-and-singing-Cheap-Trickâs-Voicesâ drunkâ he admitted before Eddie heard you again.
Hey, it's me again Plain, you see again Please, can I see you every day?
âShit! Why? What happened?â
âWhatâs wrong? Is everything okay?â Steve asked, walking closer to Eddie.
âPrincess is drunkâ Eddie informed him.
I'm a fool again I fell in love with you again Please, can I see you every day?
âShe asked me not to tell anyone-â
âArgyle!â
âDude! Sheâs fine, okay? Iâm keeping an eye on her, I just thought you two should know and maybe you should come get herâ Argyle told him.
âOkay, fine. Thanks, man. Weâre on our wayâ Eddie said, hanging up the phone.
âWhatâs going on?â Steve asked as Eddie grabbed his coat and Steveâs.
âWell, sheâs at the bar and apparently sheâs really drunkâ he informed him.
âHow drunk?â
âYou remember how drunk you got for Buckleyâs birthday?â Eddie smirked and Steve glared at him. âDrunkerâ he said as they left the apartment you three shared.
It wasnât even ten minutes before the two entered the bar, thanks to Eddie driving and almost killing them (according to Steve).
âDo you see her anywhere?â Steve asked, looking through the sea of people.
âUh, yeahâ Eddie said, pointing at the bar where you stood, dancing happily to a new song now.
You love her, but she loves him And he loves somebody else You just can't win
And so it goes 'til the day you die This thing they call love It's gonna make you cry
âOh, shit, this isnât goodâ Steve muttered as he and Eddie tried to make their way over to you. You were putting on a very convincing show, having almost everyone in the bar cheering for you and singing along with you. You even swung, pointing at Argyle so he would join you at the chorus.
I've had the blues The reds and the pinks One thingâs for sure
(Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah
âDude! What the fuck is going on?â Steve asked Argyle when they finally reached the bar while you grabbed Jonathan to have him get up and dance with you. Eddie was certain he was as high as Argyle since he seemed pretty excited to sing with you.
âSheâs killing it, manâ Argyle said before he cheered for you.
âWhy is she this drunk?â Steve asked.
âShe was having a tough nightâ Argyle shrugged.
âWhy?â Eddie and Steve questioned at the same time.
Two by two, and side by side Love's gonna find you, yes, it is You just can't hide
You'll hear it call, your heart will fall Then love will fly⌠it's gonna soar I don't care for any Casanova thing All I can say is
âSorry, man, I pinky swore I wouldnât tell youâ Argyle informed them.
âArgyle, this isnât funny!â
âI know, dude, but thereâs no way Iâm breaking a pinky swear to my favorite dude!â
âEnough of this shitâ Eddie muttered. âPrincess!â Eddie yelled at you. You turned around and smiled when you saw your two best friends there. âGet down from there!â
Your smile turned into a quick smirk as you yelled before you continued singing and dancing with Jonathan. âNO!â
(Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah
âSweetheart!â Steve tried, but you ignored both of them. âEddie, do something!â
âWhat do you want me to do, get up there and physically pull her down?â
âWell, you got a better idea?â
âIâm not going up there, pretty boyâ he smirked. âYou want her down, you pull her down!â
I've been through diamonds I've been through minks I've been through it all
(Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah
âHey, sweetheartâ Steve said, getting up on the bar. You turned around and smiled when you saw him, throwing your arms around him.
âStevie!â you said, happily. âCome dance with me and Johnny!â
âNo, weâre going homeâ he told you.
âNo! I donât wanna go homeâ you pouted. âIâm having fun!â
âYouâre drunk!â
âYouâre drunk!â you giggled, making Steve roll his eyes and look back at Eddie, who kept smirking from behind the bar with Argyle.
âCome on, love. Weâre leavingâ he said, grabbing you by your waist.
âNo!â you complained as Steve started pulling you down from the bar. âArgyle! I canât believe you betrayed me like this!â
âI told them nothing, my dude! I pinky-swear!â he said, truthfully, holding his pinky up.
Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks)
âLetâs go, Munson!â Steve told Eddie as you glared at him.
âI tried to warn you, princessâ he shrugged, smirking at you as the two of them dragged you out of the bar.
You sat in the back of Steveâs car as he now drove you back to your apartment with Eddie sitting next to him.
âSoâŚâ Eddie said, looking back at you.
âSoâŚ? What?â you glared at him.
âAre you just going to act as if nothing happened?â Steve asked, looking at you through the rearview mirror.
âNothing happenedâ you shrugged. âI was having fun until you two got there and ruined itâ you said, a bit harshly. You knew it wasnât their fault that you were having a shitty night, but you couldnât help it.
âCome on, princessâ Eddie said, stretching his arm to place his hand on your knee but his heart broke a little when you moved away to look through the window and you crossed your arms over your chest. âLook, donât be mad at Argyle, okay? He was worried because you got really drunk and-â
âIâm not mad at Argyleâ you clarified.
âAre you⌠mad at us?â Steve asked, nervously.
âNoâ you simply said.
âThen-â
âI donât want to talk about itâ you told them.
Eddie and Steve turned to look at each other sadly. This wasnât like you at all. You never got this drunk, even less when you werenât with either one of them⌠or Argyle. And you never iced them out. Whenever you were upset you would always come to them.
âOkay, loveâ Eddie nodded sadly, giving up.
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The rest of the ride was in complete silence except for the faint sound of the radio. As soon as you reached your apartment, you got out of the car and quickly made your way inside, hoping that Steve and Eddie would just drop the whole thing and let you go to sleep.
âThanks for the rideâ you said, quickly making your way to your door. âGoodnight-â
âWait, loveâ Eddie said, walking over to you and pulling you back. You sighed tiredly and turned to look at him. âI know you said you donât want to talk but⌠we just want to know if you're okay-â
âIâm fineâ you insisted.
âSweetheartâ Steve said, sadly, walking closer to you. âDid something happen on your date?â
You grunted frustrated, moving away from the both of them and crossing your arms in front of your chest. âUgh! I knew Argyle told you!â
âHe didn't tell us anything, but we know you had a date, and then hours later he calls us saying that you're alone at the bar and really drunk so what happened?â Eddie asked.
âNothing happened!â
âDonât lie to us, princess-â he insisted.
âIâm not lying!â
âDid he do anything to you?â Steve asked, worriedly.
âNo-!â
âDid he hurt you?â Eddie asked, getting upset.
âNo-!â
âDid he say anything to you-?â
âNo! He didnât even show up okay?â you snapped with a few tears finally running down your cheeks. âAre you happy? Is that what you wanted to know? He stood me up! I got stood up! He never showed!â you yelled, making Steve and Eddie feel extremely upset. âOr, maybe he did and he saw me and then he left!â you laughed, bitterly.
âLove, donât say thatâ Steve tried.
âWhy not? It could have happened!â
âWell, then heâs an idiot!â Eddie told you.
âRightâ you sighed. âYou guys have to say thatâ you muttered.
âNo, we're not just saying thatâ Steve insisted.
âWhatever! I said I donât want to talk about it!â you said trying to walk to your room again but Steve stopped you this time.
âPrincessâ Eddie said. âWe just want to know how to make you feel better. We hate seeing you upset. Especially over some fucking prick that doesnât even deserve your tears-â
âIâm not upset! And itâs not your job to make me feel better!â
âLove, youâre crying and we had to go pick you up because you got drunk!â Steve explained.
âOh my god! Stop making such a big deal out of this! Is not like you two never get drunk! I don't even care about that stupid guy! I can't even remember his name, I'm not sure if it was Ryan or Brian or⌠I kinda wanna say Kyan but I know that's not right-â
âWell, then what happened? What are you not telling us?â
âNOTHING! I said I donât want to talk about it!â you snapped, starting to walk to your room again but, again, Steve stopped you.
âSweetheart, weâre just worried okay, this isnât like you-â
âMaybe it is, Steveâ you snapped. âMaybe this is like me. Okay? I was having fun until you two dragged me back hereâ you told them. âYou know what? No, I donât want to talk about this! Especially with you two!â
âWhat?â Steve asked, hurt.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Eddie asked, equally hurt. âPrincess, we are your best friends, you can tell us anything!â
âNo, okay? Not this! I donât want you two to tell me again how everythingâs gonna be okay and that Iâm going to find someone who loves me and that Iâm beautiful-â
âBut you are-â
âNo! Just stop it! You guys donât get it! Okay? And itâs not your fault, I mean why should you?â you said turning to him. âLiterally every girl in our school wanted to go out with at least one of you. Shit, every girl that walks down the street and looks at you flirts with you!â you told him. âGirls come to me all the time to ask about who youâre dating and asking me to give you their numbers! You donât get that itâs not the same for me. Nobody loves me like thatâ you said, with a few tears escaping your eyes. âGuys arenât lining up dying to date me. When I walk into a room, everyone's head doesn't turn. People don't laugh extra hard at my jokes. The world is different for people like you twoâ you explained.
âBut sweetheart-â
âPrincess-â
âLook, I donât expect you to get itâ you sighed. âI don't- I really don't want to talk about it anymore, okay? Please just⌠leave me aloneâ you said, this time, they finally let you walk away to your room and you closed your door behind you.
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After about two hours, you were still tossing and turning on your bed, unable to fall asleep. You hated fighting with Steve and Eddie. You hated it more because you werenât even mad at them, and they were just trying to be nice. But tonight just felt like a wake-up call, bringing up your very much pushed-down feelings for both of them. Yes, both of them. You were madly in love with both of your friends and you knew that there was no possible way that either one of them would feel that way about you. Which is why you ended up at The Hideout, drinking your feelings away and pouring your heart to Argyle who was the only one that knew. And now here you were, all cried out, heartbroken and very thirsty. You cursed silently when you noticed your water bottle was empty. You would have to go outside. And that meant, you would have to face them. You knew they werenât asleep. You could hear them doing God knows what this entire time. You sighed and knowing there was no use in hiding from them. They would camp outside your door if they needed to and sooner or later, you would have to face them. So, you grabbed your bottle, got up, and when you opened the door, you gasped, shocked.
You were definitely not prepared to see your small living room like this. Fairy lights were hung everywhere. The furniture was moved to the side and Steve and Eddieâs mattresses were pushed together in the middle with your favorite blanket and theirs. And the two of them were currently in the kitchen, making a mess of it like they always did.
âHey, sunshineâ Steve smiled, noticing you first and making Eddie look at you.
âHi, princessâ he smiled sweetly too.
âWhat are you two still doing up?â
âWell, remember when we moved in and we didnât have anything other than our mattresses?â Eddie said, bringing two mugs of tea to the living room as Steve carried everything else on a tray.
âAnd then, we would do this every time one of us was feeling down?â he told you.
âYeah, like every time Steveâs parents are in town and he has to have dinner with themâ Eddie said.
âOr when Eddie thought he lost the teddy bear you made him that looked like him with a Hellfire t-shirt-â
âShut up, Harrington! I found it in your car-!â
âThe point is, we know you had a hard night, and⌠weâre sorry we pushed you to talk about it when you said you didnât want to. We should have just done this in the first place-â
âNo! Stop! Why are you being so nice to me?â
âWhat are you talking about? Why wouldnât we be?â
âBecause I was horrible to you!â
âSweetheart, you were upsetâ Eddie insisted. âYou donât have to talk to us if you donât want to, but we wanted to help make you feel betterâ he smiled.
âThere was also, um-â Steve started, sharing a look with Eddie who nodded at him to go on. âW-we, wanted to um- tell you somethingâ he said, nervously.
âCâmere?â Eddie asked, offering you his hand so you would join them.
You rolled your eyes, knowing you wouldnât be able to say no to them if they were being sweet and looking at you with their beautiful eyes like that. You hesitantly agreed and walked over to sit between the two of them as Eddie gave you your mug of tea.
âThanksâ you muttered, grabbing it and taking a sip.
âLook, princess, Steve and I have been talking for a couple of days now, and⌠thereâs something we think you should knowâ Eddie started, a bit nervously.
âIs something wrong? Are you guys okay?â you asked, sitting up and placing your tea aside. It was extremely rare when they guys were this serious.
âEverything is okay, sunshineâ Steve assured you. âWe just umâŚâ he sighed.
âWell, what you told us today kind of made us want to finally tell youâ Eddie continued.
âWe want you to know that we will both respect how you feel about this and if you donât ever want to talk to us again, we understandâ Steve told you.
âGuys, what is going on? Youâre scaring meâ you said, nervously. Steve and Eddie shared one final look before they both turned to you again.
âWe⌠love you⌠we both doâ Steve started.
âLike⌠we're both in love with youâ Eddie added.
âGuys if this is some kind of joke, it is incredibly cruel-â
âWhat? No love, this isn't a joke!â Steve told you.
âWe would never joke about this!â Eddie pressed.
âSo you two just⌠expect me to believe that you, both of you, are in love with⌠me?â
âWell yes, why wouldnât we?â Steve asked, confused.
âWhy would you?â
âBecause youâre the best person that we know! You're thoughtful and funny and kind and beautiful-â Steve started.
âAnd hot, and a badass-â Eddie added, smirking.
âYes, you are too wonderful and perfect we⌠well, we want to be with youâ Steve explained.
âB-both of you?â you asked, still not believing that this could be true.
âYesâ the two of them nodded. âLook, Steve and I were⌠actually talking tonight about how we feel about each other and⌠how we felt about you. We know itâs not fair but⌠when you told us you had a date we both-â
âWe hated that asshole the minute you told usâ Steve interrupted. âWe were both jealous and it⌠it made us unable to deny how we felt any longerâ he told you.
âAbout each other and⌠about youâ Eddie said. âWe know this is a lot to take in and we really donât want you to feel obligated to return these feelings or we donât even know if you only like one of us or either of us but⌠we just⌠we couldnât really stand the thought of you not thinking that nobody loved you like that, and we hate that asshole for making you feel that way because you are perfectâ Eddie said.
âOur heads definitely turn when you walk into a room, and we always laugh extra hard at your jokes. We want you to see yourself how we do because in our eyes there is nobody more perfect. And⌠we wanted to let you know and⌠well, we kinda hoped⌠you would want to be with us tooâ Steve said, hopefully.
âS-so you want to b-be with me and each other? W-we would all be t-together?â you asked feeling tears streaming down your face.
âWhy are you crying?â Eddie asked, worriedly as they both scootched closer to you. âDid we fuck up?â
âDid we say something wrong?â Steve freaked out.
âN-noâ you smiled, still with tears in your eyes. âNo, itâs the oppositeâ you told them. âEverything you said was justâŚâ you sighed. âI just⌠I never, in a million years, thought that⌠either one of you would like me, let alone both of youâ you chuckled a little.
âCorrection, we love youâ Eddie told you making you laugh. âI mean we obviously like you but donât sell us short, princess, we just confessed our love and shitâ he smiled, wiping away the remaining tears.
âSo, is that a yes?â Steve asked, smiling at you. You looked at both of them and grabbed each of their hands, feeling your heart flutter and bringing their hands together.
âYesâ you nodded, happily. âBut⌠can we not kiss right now? Iâm still a little drunk and thereâs a part of me that still thinks this is a dream and Iâm gonna wake up tomorrow by myselfâ you quickly added, making them laugh a little.
âOf course, sunshineâ Steve said, kissing your temple.
âWhatever you want, princessâ Eddie said at the same time, as he kissed your hand. âWeâre taking you on a date tomorrowâ he said.
âYou donât have to do thatâ you smiled.
âWe want toâ Steve insisted.
âOh, and um⌠just so you guys knowâ you told them. âI love you bothâ you smiled, feeling your heart melt at the bright smiles they had on their faces.
âMe tooâ Steve said, pulling you and Eddie closer.
âMe threeâ Eddie smiled before the three of you settled down to watch movies and eat junk food.
The End
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Songs: Voices - Cheap Trick Love Stinks -Â J. Geils Band
A/N: I hope you loves like it! xD Iâll try to have more stories and dialogues up soon! :)
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I am dying of love, this so soft and cute. My heart is making bubbles and I feel so fuzzy, like I've been covered in a giant warm blanket, only the blanket is this fic and I don't want to leave this place đŤ
you are in love
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pairing(s): steve harrington x gn!reader
summary: The moment you realize that you're in love with Steve.
words: 1.2k
tags: fluff, literally probably the fluffiest thing i've ever written, little bits of angst here and there, slice of life, gently holding steve harrington, steve has insomnia, friends to lovers, love confessions, soft!steve
additional notes: i was gonna write a mega angsty steve fic but this happened instead (:
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It hits you on a completely normal night, for some reason.
Really, you always thought that the eureka moment would happen because of some pinnacle of romance, a gallant gesture like Steve appearing outside your window playing a love song from a boombox, or kissing you under a display of fireworks, or presenting you with his left ear in a box. You know, cinematic, romantic, passionate displays of devotion like that.
But no, it doesnât happen like that. You and Steveâs relationship is nothing like a movie- at least, no movie that youâd enjoy watching, you suppose, with otherworldly, Lovecraftian eldritch beings and all that. Monsters and near-death experiences abound, so it makes things a little less than romantic.
Itâs just that, sometimes you and Steve find a way to find peace at the end of it all. And you guess thatâs what this is, now.Â
Steve is laying in your lap, on his stomach, between your spread legs on the couch. His head rests sideways against the soft curve of your stomach, and he sort of has his arms wrapped around your middle- but theyâre also crammed up against the pillow you rest your back against, and you canât imagine thatâs comfortable, but he insisted that it was all right. It must have been the truth, too, because heâs conked. Totally and completely, out like a light. It���s the deepest sleep youâve seen him get in days.
You have a book in your hand- the one youâve been trying to read for ages, but between work and all the crap with the upside-down, you barely have time. You really, honestly meant to knock out some of it tonight, but youâve reread the same page over and over for the last fifteen minutes. Steve said, as he was crawling into your lap like this, âJust go ahead and keep reading. No, ignore me, seriously, I just want to be close to you. No, I donât want to sit behind you- God, what do you take me for? No, this is cozy, youâre cozy.â And there he lay, quietly listening to the slow in-and-out of your breath.Â
At some point, your free hand found his hair, your fingers playing through it and stroking idly, subconsciously petting him like a cat. Youâve always loved his hair, but you know that he hears about it constantly, like Steve âThe Hairâ Harrington is only of any value when it looks nice. So, youâve taken to complimenting him on things he doesnât hear often enough. How smart and observant he is. How strong his hands are. How pretty his eyes are and how much you like the way his voice sounds in the morning, all raspy and thick with sleep. And you really like the way that he blushes when you say those things, too- but youâd be lying if you ever said that his hair didnât do it for you.Â
Of course, it helps that thereâs a soft, drizzling rain hitting the pane of the window beside your head, a light staccato that creates an even cozier ambience. It also helps that Steve decided to leaf through your records and put on- of all things- your compilation of vintage french love songs, including Edith Piaf and Charles Trenet, among others. It was an odd choice for him, you thought; but to see him sleeping so soundly now, you think he orchestrated that just right.
Steve would never willingly volunteer the fact that heâs been suffering insomnia like crazy- you can observe it and ask him about it all you like, but heâs always going to be the suffer-in-silence type. You ask him if he needs any help, he says, âIâm good, Iâm good.â You find him up at odd hours and offer to give him a melatonin and a mug of warm milk, and he just shakes his head. âIâm okay, honey. Go back to bed. Iâll race you.â
So, of course he wouldnât let out the fact that he crawled into your lap planning to fall asleep, that he put on the soothing music for background noise, that between the lull of your slow breathing and the rain, heâd have the perfect soundtrack to fall asleep to. That heâs using you as a pillow because he knows that with you, heâs safe.Â
Reading your book, you donât know when exactly he fell asleep. But you do know that at some point, your fingers stroking through his hair made his breathing slow down and his shoulders finally relax. And at some point, his soft breaths turned into light snores.Â
It shocks you, when you hear it. Your fingers pause, and you look down from your book at his head, his pretty face squished against your shirt and his eyes fluttering, watching a dream behind closed eyelids. His lips are parted and he may start drooling on you in a bit, but you donât really care (it wouldnât be the worst thing he ever got on one of your shirts, and youâve never been squeamish). Tiny little snores fall from his lips, mingling in the air with the rain and the record on the turntable across the room. And your heart soars.Â
You want to kiss him. Hook your hands under his armpits, pick him up like a teddy bear and cover him with so many kisses that he wonât know what to do with them all. If kisses were currency, Steve would be the richest man in the world by the time youâre done with him. The urge is so strong that it makes your hands twitch and your chest ache, but you hesitate.Â
He looks so sweet, so peaceful. He snores again, and you donât want to disturb him (even if it is to give him an ambush of kisses). He needs the sleep more right now, and you⌠you think you need him to keep using you as a vessel for his comfort. You need him to find his peace with you like this.Â
And thatâs when you realize youâre in love with him.Â
With your fingers in his soft hair and his weight heavy on the bottom half of your body, and his body warmer than any blanket you own, you stare down at him and accept the fact that you, of course, have fallen in love with Steve Harrington. And it makes so much sense, too- thatâs why itâs happening now, and not because of some climactic show of passion and devotion.Â
You were friends first, and then slowly became lovers. And youâve only been âtogetherâ for a few months, only really had sex a couple times, but it feels like youâve been his forever. You realize that it wouldnât be so bad if you were his forever.
You want to tell him, almost as much as you wanted to kiss him a few seconds ago. You still hesitate to wake him up, and you still donât know if he really feels the same. Can he? King Steve, every girlâs dream, the envy of nearly every guy in Hawkins. Can he be in love with you? Little olâ you?Â
You try to get rid of that thought before it even comes up. Of course he could be; anythingâs possible. If you happen to be the first one to say it, that doesnât mean that he wonât.Â
He doesnât have to, though. Not right now. Right now, you just want him to sleep. So, you stroke a lock of hair away from his sleeping face, and you say, âIâm in love with you, Steve,â because itâs the truth.Â
Steve shuffles around the tiniest bit, nuzzling further against your middle, and then snores.Â
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