Steve and Eddie having to drive the kids somewhere and since there’s nine of them in total, ten if Robin is tagging along, they have to take two cars so obviously the ones with actual licenses have to drive. And Eddie is immediately like “I’ll take the boys, you can take the girls” but starts to doubt his decision right away because uhm why does Steve seem so happy about that?
Eddie really thinks it would be easier this way. I mean he knows most the boys little better and. They’re all guys? Nerdy guys too. He can handle them. Steve can try to deal with the girls. Like Robin is a force to be reckoned with and he has to have Max AND Erica in the car with him as well ? With the addition of a girl with actual super powers? Yeah sure Eddie is the one who’s gonna have it easy…
Or so he thinks. He just forgot to take into account the fact that the girls? They all get along just fine. Meanwhile the boys? Sure they are best friends but they can have a debate over EVERYTHING. And they will too.
This would be most hilarious comedy scene honestly. Showing Steve and the girls in the car. The music is nice and everything is calm and they’re all smiling and having fun. Switching to Eddie and the boys and it’s all heavy metal and screaming and rage and something might be on fire too- and cut back to Steve and girls and they’re just happily singing along their pop tunes.
Eddie is gonna need a vacation after this car trip.
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There’s a strange lull after the Upside Down is sealed shut, after it’s all over; Steve can see everyone struggling with it, particularly Eddie: it’s not like a town goes from vilifying you to doubling back on everything overnight.
Hawkins is quiet, ghostly. And yet, somehow Steve and Robin still have their jobs at Family Video—Steve is torn between laughing at the absurdity of it and being grateful for the familiarity. Every few shifts or so, Eddie will show up, uncharacteristically quiet, usually grabbing a chair in the back, out of view from the customers; Steve will take his lunch break there just so they can chat, unless Eddie has fallen asleep. Steve starts to suspect that the main reason Eddie comes is just so he can listen to the background noise of Robin and Steve: working, gossiping, teasing each other.
But Eddie seldom joins in on the banter himself. He seems jaded, worn around the edges; and there’s a shade of uncertainty to his now rare smiles. It doesn’t suit him, Steve thinks.
He gets the idea on a closing shift, five minutes till they can officially lock the doors to customers. The store is already empty, so Eddie has left the back room to instead perch on the counter, eyes vacant.
With a sudden spring in his step, Steve shuts the blinds prematurely. “Hey, Rob,” he calls across, “five minutes till showtime.”
Robin blinks uncomprehendingly for a second before giving a blinding grin. “Oh, you’re on.”
When was the last time we did this? Steve wonders. They’d come up with the routine together, during one of their first closing shifts here. It feels like a lifetime ago.
He keeps an eye on his watch, counting the minutes down, then makes a show of locking the doors. He smiles when Robin turns the radio on full blast at precisely the moment that he flips the sign to ‘Closed.’
He sees Eddie look up in vague curiosity at the sound. The DJ is currently chatting, and when Robin rolls her eyes, “Ugh, come on,” Eddie gives a quiet snort.
“You good, Buckley?”
“Yeah,” Steve says, “she’s just impatient.”
He narrowly avoids a VHS case to the head; he ducks, then chuckles at Eddie’s bemusement, Robin’s smile of anticipation.
The DJ plays a little jingle…
…And then the unmistakeable intro to Cyndi Lauper’s ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’ fills the store.
Steve whoops. “Yes.”
Eddie tilts his head—still confused, but a little smile tugs at his lips, like he can’t help it. “What are you…?”
He trails off as Steve starts to skip his way down an aisle, tidying away tapes along to the beat, with all the theatricality of Broadway. Robin cheers like she’s watching a live concert.
Eddie is staring in disbelief; Steve winks, unabashedly over the top.
Showtime.
Steve mouths along to the lyrics—vaulting over the counter, Eddie scrabbling out of the way with a hilarious yelp, he grabs the phone in time for ‘The phone rings in the middle of the night,’ and if he puts even more feeling into ‘My father yells, ‘What you gonna do with your life?’’, well, it’s all part of the performance.
By the time the song ends, he’s breathless, and Robin is cheering herself hoarse, and Eddie—
Eddie is beaming.
“Jesus Christ,” he says, with hushed delight. He’s looking at Steve like he just hung the moon and the stars, eyes sparkling. “What the fuck was that, Harrington? This is the best day of my life.”
Robin is cackling. “Right? The first time he did it—”
“The first time?!”
“—I wanted to, like, invent time travel, just so I could tell myself, hey, one day you’re gonna watch Steve Harrington lipsync.”
Eddie is cracking up, laughing so hard he almost falls off the counter. It’s the most relaxed he’s been in ages, surely the happiest Steve has ever seen him. “There’s no way anyone would’ve believed you.”
“Rude,” Steve says, ruffling some fingers through his hair to fix the flyaway strands. “I’ve honed these skills for years.” He catches Eddie’s eye, winking again. “You’ve not even seen my ABBA moves.”
Yeah, Steve thinks, catching his breath before another song begins. He smiles softly—Eddie’s continuous giggles are a triumph. There you are.
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