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jqhotchner · 30 days

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eddie groans as he feels someone tugging on his hair. he tries to keep his eyes closed, hoping that it’s all in his head.

“daddy?!”

eddie opens his eyes and looks to see his only son. his big brown eyes staring right back into eddie’s.

“what’s wrong, peanut?”

aster sniffles. “bad dream, daddy. sleep with you and mommy?”

eddie could never say no to his kids. he lifts his baby boy up and puts him between him and yn. aster cuddles up to his father.

“wanna talk about it, peanut?” eddie asked.

the little boy shakes his head as he puts his thumb in his mouth and falls asleep. eddie and yn are trying to get him to break the habit, but the little boy just looks so innocent and adorable, they’d allow him to get away with murder if they could.

eddie kisses the top of his sons head. he slowly falls back to sleep soon after.

when the sun rises the house becomes hectic! every morning is the same routine. the eldest kids came walking into their parents room, waking both eddie and yn, begging for breakfast, while the youngest starts welling, most likely hungry just as much.

when it’s just yn, wayne and her father come to help the best they can—or eleven depending if she has school or not—when eddie is home, he’d take care of the older kids, making breakfast, while yn takes care of the newborn babies, breast feeding them in the privacy of their room.

“daddy! daddy! daddy! are we having cakes?!” jasmine would scream at the top of her lungs. she has eddie’s personality through and through! she’s loud, adventurous, and playful. she got her mothers looks though—if you ask yn she’d say she’s eddie’s twin—eddie loves his daughter spunk. sometimes they’d get complaints from neighbors, but eddie couldn’t care less!

if his baby girl wanted to loud and obnoxious, goddammit he’s gonna let her be!

“yes, baby!”

jasmine cheers. pancakes are her favorite because she believes it’s actually cake. neither eddie nor yn would correct her. if it got her eating it, it’s a win for the young parents.

eddie chuckles at his daughter. he soon hears someone blabbering as he turns to spot yn holding the twins.

they’re six months today. eddie made a joke about them going to college the other night and yn lost it, tears spilling her eyes over and over. eddie had to comfort her and hold back a laugh.

“how are my favorite twins?” eddie kisses the top of their heads.

poppy and azalea just babble happily. eddie chuckles as he goes back to making breakfast.

when he finished he set the table while him and yn made plates for their kids. yn sets the twins in their bin before the rest of the family sit and eat together.

during the weekend, yn and eddie normally take the kids to the park! with their oldest two, they’ve both got use to going out and playing due to being in preschool and kindergarten.

eddie chases his eldest daughter while yn sits with the younger kids and kept an eye on the others.

aster currently playing in the sandbox, while lunaria and lily play with their toys near yn, and the twins babbles in their stroller.

“mama, daddy caught me!” jasmine yells.

“he did?!” yn pretends to be shocked.

eddie chuckles as he walks closer to you. jasmine sits on your lap and kisses your cheek. she’s always been affectionate! eddie and yn both coo at her.

“you tired, baby?” yn runs her hands through her hair. she’s got eddie curls for sure!

“no.” she yawns soon after.

“we need to head home anyway, dear. uncle stevie and uncle dusty are coming over!”

jasmine loves her uncle steve and dustin! mostly because they give her treats every time they come around.

“really?!”

“yep! so, let’s get your brother and head out, yeah?”

“yeah, mommy! aster, uncle dusty and stevie coming! gotta go home!” jasmine yells to her brother. yn and eddie laugh at how excited she is.

“kay.” aster walks over to his parents. eddie grabs his hand before picking him up.

“wat we havin’ daddy?” aster curious on what’s for dinner as always.

“don’t know, ask mama!”

aster turns to his mom. “hmm, im thinking spaghetti and meatballs!”

“yum, mommy. love spesgettie.” aster states.

“i know you do, baby. come on, let’s get you all in you car seats.”

when they get home, yn starts on dinner. eddie goes outside to take a business call. now that the twins were born, eddie is getting back into focusing on the band!

yn is very excited for what’s to come with corroded coffin! especially the money coming in. yn and eddie did alright, they had to with six kids!

eddie still getting money from the band here and there, but corroded coffin still had a little ways to go before they make big money!

yn was also getting money from her agency. she also gets paid every time she post on instagram. but again, it’s not big money!

yn and eddie are still staying in a three bedroom trailer house. they want to be able to get a bigger home so their kids won’t have to split up to share a room.

plus eddie wants yn to have her dream wedding! it’s what she deserves. the big white princess dress, flowers everywhere, all their friends and family, her perfect wedding!

yn tells him time and time again that didn’t matter. she lets him know she’d marry him near a dumpster if she gets to spend the rest of her life with him! but eddie wants his family to have it all!

yn knows it’s because of how he was raised—before wayne took him in and raised him to be the man he is today—

little eddie suffered so much. with his abusive father and his mom leaving him for dry, he didn’t want his family to suffer like he did! he’d be damned if he didn’t show his kids just how much they meant to him.

yn constantly letting him know he’s nothing like his father! their babies are loved and cared for like no other.

when eddie comes back inside the house, steve and dustin are right behind them.

“uncle stevie!” aster being the first one to spot them.

“aster! how’s my favorite little dude doing?!” steve picks him up.

“had bad dream, uncle stevie.” he pouts.

steve frowns. “oh, no! what happened?”

aster shakes his head as he rest it on steve’s shoulder. steve knew he didn’t wanna talk about it. instead he wanted to be coddled. steve would never deny him cuddles.

“daddy, uncle dusty gave me candy!” jasmine yells

eddie glares at dustin. he told him no candy for them until after dinner. “did he now?”

dustin gives his a cheeky smile. “can daddy see?”

jasmine shows her father the small handful of candy dustin gave her. he grabs them before kissing her forehead. “you know the rules, baby?”

“mhm, din first, then candy!”

eddie hums. “good! dinners almost ready. why don’t we all go wash up, yeah?”

“kay!” steve, eddie, and dustin help the kids wash their hands while yn sets the table. soon everyone sits at the table and enjoy dinner.

eddie and yn put their kids to bed while steve and dustin sit in the living room waiting for them patiently.

when eddie comes back he heads for the fridge, grabs two beers, and one soda. eddie hands one beer to steve and the soda to dustin.

he sits on the couch and turns on the tv. yn comes in view and sits right next to her fiancé. eddie wraps his arms on the back of the couch as yn cuddles up to eddie.

“so, when’s the next big gig man?” steve asked eddie.

“next tuesday! headed to new york city.”

“dude, the big apple? you’re really making it, huh?”

eddie hums as he takes a sip of his beer. yn smiles at him lovingly. “before you know it, corroded coffin will be selling out tickets worldwide!”

eddie laughs. “lets not get ahead of ourselves, baby!”

“you, kiddin’ eds? you’re gonna be a legend! top of the world, dude! bigger than metallica.”

“okay, dustin, now you’re getting ahead of yourself!”

dustin shakes his head. “naw, eds! you’re a star!”

eddie smiles. truth is, he knows the bands making a name of themselves! sooner rather than later they’d have many streams on spotify, apple music, and many buying their cds and more! eddie is one hundred percent prepared for his life to do a complete one eighty.

and everyone else in this god forsaken town could kiss his ass! they all doubted him the moment he came out of the womb. he’s proven them wrong on many things!

they all thought he’d be a criminal, he a good citizen! they all said no one would love him, the smartest most prettiest woman fell for him! they claimed he’d be a shitty father just like his old man, he loves and cherishes all his kids! and they all say he’d stay white trailer trash who’ll amount to nothing, eddie is signed to one of the greatest rock legends out there!

eddie continues to prove everyone who doubts him wrong!

“when you make it big eddie, better not forget us!” steve states.

“oh harrington, i could never forget mister hair himself!” eddie smirks.

a/n

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starstruckunknown-princess · 12 days

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Forget-me-not - Eddie Munson x Reader

Forget-me-not (Myosotis) - Meaning: Don't forget me, remembrance

Summary: Reader visits Eddie's grave. Little does she know what awaits her there.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 958

Warnings: Drug use (reader smokes weed), ANGST (with a happy-ish ending), dead!Eddie, Reader was part of ST4 events, cemetery setting, Vampire!Eddie, blood

Day 17 is another angsty one but I think it ends on a positive note. I love Eddie, and I fully believe the Cas storyline is what we'll see in season 5 cuz there's no freakin way I will just forget about this sweet metalhead, you hear me Duffers??

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You held your breath for as long as you could, feeling the smoke invade your lungs before sputtering it loose. The smoke filled the inside of your shitty beater car. You knew you’d reek of it for the rest of the day but you didn’t care.

You hadn’t cared about much for the last few months. Not since Eddie died.

Taking another hit, you glanced over at your passenger seat. A bundle of fresh cut flowers — white daisies, the flowers Eddie had brought you on your first date because he heard they were your favorite. A pang of sadness hit you right in the gut, like a punch and you blew out the smoke, feeling the calming effect of the weed.

You’d only been here a few times since the funeral. It was difficult to bring yourself here, to stand where his uncle had buried an empty coffin and pretend Eddie was down there instead of stuck in the hellish landscape that was the Upside-Down.

God, everything was so fucked up.

The whole town was convinced he was a bloodthirsty maniac who deserved what he got. Only you, Wayne, and Hellfire club knew him for what he’d been. A sweet, brave, incredible guy who lived in his imagination because reality was difficult.

He’d called you ‘princess’ and ‘love’ and drove you to and from school every day in his van, holding your hand the whole way there. He planted kisses on your cheeks when you passed in the halls and wrote you little love notes that he snuck between the pages of your notebook or textbooks so you’d find them later.

He’d been so gentle when he took your virginity (after having listened to your long-winded feminist rant about how virginity was a “bullshit patriarchal concept”). Every touch and sigh and moan etched on your memory forever. Afterward, he cleaned you up and wrapped you in his lanky arms and told you he loved you for the first time, his big doe eyes shining in the dim light of his room.

You’d been so incredibly, irrevocably in love with him. And he was gone.

If you didn’t get out of the car now, you never would, so you stubbed out your blunt and grabbed the flowers and got out. The cemetery was quiet, despite being next to a busy highway. It was early evening, the sun hanging low in the sky and casting everything in an orange glow. Walking through the rows and rows of headstones until you found the familiar name.

‘Edward Munson’

‘Now at Peace’

Except that wasn’t the truth. His body was rotting in another dimension, probably torn to shreds and completely unrecognizable by now.

“Hey, love,” you said to the chunk of granite. “I brought daisies.” You crouched, laying the bouquet in front of the headstone before plucking out a few longer blades of grass that threatened to obscure his name.

You sat down in front of it, not really sure what to do. Talk to him? Cry? Another long feminist rant about how you hated the idea of marriage but how you would’ve married him in a heartbeat?

Because you would’ve.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you said, absentmindedly picking at the grass around you. “I should’ve gone with you and Dustin. I could have dragged you back so at least you’d be here and not there. If I’d been there, you’d be home. Or maybe you…” you trailed off with a long sigh. “It’s no use living in the past, is it? Except that’s where you are, it’s the only place you are right now and I can’t — how do I keep going on without you? I just want to hear you laugh again, Eddie. Feel your arms around me one more time…”

Tears spilled down your cheeks. The gaping wound in your chest reopened and you doubled over, letting yourself sob. You cried until the sun disappeared, at some point laying down on your side in the fetal position.

At some point you must’ve fallen asleep, because you woke up sometime later to a brush against your cheek. Your eyes fluttered open and you shivered in the chilly night air as you sat up, looking around. You had the strange feeling you weren’t alone.

The sound of leaves rustling behind you made you turn, and you choked on your gasp.

Sitting on top of his own headstone, looking a little worse for wear but still beautiful, was Eddie. His clothes were torn, but free of blood. His curls were frizzing out under his bandana, and his rings glinted in the moonlight.

He looked up at you from under his brow and smiled wickedly, “Hello, princess.”

You scrambled toward him, a fresh wave of tears falling down your cheeks. Eddie met you in the middle, kneeling in front of his headstone and welcoming you into his embrace which you dove into, clutching his leather jacket and burying your face in his neck.

“Shh, princess, I’m here,” he muttered soothingly. Placing kisses from your cheek down to your neck, you barely registered a pinching pain from his teeth. He groaned. “Ohh, you taste so good. Missed you so much, so sweet for me…”

You sniffled and pulled back from him to look him in the eyes — his big brown eyes that you swore you could drown in — but your gaze was drawn down to his chin, covered in something that made it dark. With a shaking hand, you reached up and traced his lower lip, gathering some of the substance.

Blood.

You looked back at Eddie, who was still holding you and gazing down at you like he always had. Full of love, hope, all-encompassing joy.

And then he smiled, revealing two long, razor-sharp fangs.

#writing challenge #fanfiction #in bloom #angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #vampire!eddie munson

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biboomerangboi · 1 year

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I’m writing a stobin platonic soulmates au so I thought I’d share some headcannons I came up with for things I believe Steve and Robin did pre season four to cement their friendship.

Steve cut Robins hair because she was going through a mental freak out about how she felt like an entirely different person now and she wanted to reflect that before school started, so she tried to do it herself cause shes broke and Steve who cuts his own did it for her.

Decided to watch all the horror movies in family video to see if their was any survival tips they could glean from watching and ended up comforting each other through triggering parts and laughing at other things together because a lot of this looks fake now in comparison.

Took the kids to the arcade and went in cause it was to cold to sit in the car and they hadn’t got their jobs at family video yet. They ended up getting into a really long and really competitive game of air hockey that gathered a crowd because they both were to competitive to give up. Robin used the angles strategy, Steve used jock reflexes. He won the first game, now they go after work some nights and have rematches. They are currently tied.

Speaking of family video, I feel like they did the applications together and Robin corrected Steve a lot on things I forgot to put down, or fixed his wording to sell himself more because he has things like: played basketball, and not “was captain and therefore have leadership skills cmon Steve.” They also broke into Steve’s dads office to write them and used a lot of his fancy paper.

Came up with a joint backstory for Ericas Dnd campaign where they are twins. Robin is really good at the roleplay and Steve gets really good roles. When Robins character died and she gave a speech both Dustin and Steve cried and since then he’s tried to convince her to run off to Hollywood to be an actress so he can be her trophy husband and Robin rolls her eyes at him.

Got one of those two ring joint floaties and sat in Steve’s pool to help him with his fear of his backyard. They started talking about their biggest fears together and it helps.

Robin gets Steve to come to hippy Christmas but he’s to scared to show up empty handed so they both try to make a bunch of Christmas cookies but they keep getting distracted and some of them are burnt. Robin hides it with icing. Her parents love Steve after that.

Steve comes out to Robin when they both go to a party together, get wasted and end up hungover and puking together in the bathroom. He said it was cause it brought back memories.

Robin doesn’t have a lot of money come Christmas so she goes thrifting and upgrades an old bomber to make Steve something like a letterman since she’s noticed he’s uncomfortable wearing his own. He cries because it’s the first time someone has ever made him a present before.

Steve accidentally overhears people talking about queer stuff and spur of the moment drives himself to Indy and finds the bookstore they were talking about and buys Robin any book the cashier recommends. She hides them in Steve’s house and reads them religiously.

They have a plan to go to a gay bar during Spring Break. They would have went before then but Robin didn’t have a fake ID and Steve had to get in contact with his old crowd to get her one.

They legit have a plan to get Married once Robin graduates, but she wants to come out to the kids first so there’s no misunderstandings, they both just want the security and the safety what a lavender marriage could do for them and have very detailed plans on how to arrange elaborate affairs while doing this. In contrast their wedding plan is either a courthouse or if Will gets to them Vegas.

Robin encourages Steve’s inner mean girl. She also is mean and they both have a very cutting commentary on half of the family video clientele. When Erica comes by she joins in. She is also holding them to the free ice cream bet so they both have a swear jar they both contribute to as an Erica ice cream fund. It was Robins idea.

Robin actually can drive and she does drive at night on backroads in Steve’s car when the kids aren’t there. Steve thinks it’s a cool little chilling out ritual, he’s literally horrified to hear she doesn’t have a license and that’s why she doesn’t drive in the day or with the kids.

Steve brings Robin to babysit the kids a lot and she complains for a bit until Mike says she’s like the cool dad and Steve’s the weird overbearing mom. Steve makes a joke about Karen that is so cutting Robin chokes on her drink but she doesn’t complain after that.

Half of the marching band, Kieth and the some of the kids (Dustin, Mike and Will) think they are legit dating, when they are asked they both make gross sounds and pretend to puke but five minutes later they will be sitting on top of each other.

They are banned from being on the same team during charades because the second Steve stood up and made a single gesture Robin got the answer. The kids thought it was a fluke at first then Robin stood up and Steve did the same damn thing. Dustin is convinced the Russians gave them mind powers.

They have a lot of sleepovers. At Steve’s, Robin sneaks in around the back and uses a key she copied and never told Steve about, he genuinely believes she’s breaking in and is impressed by it. Steve climbs in her window and hides under her bed when her parents come in.

So much more but that’s about the gist of it. They just love each other dearly and mean a lot to me!!! They are best friends forever I swear!!

#yes some of these will be in the fic others I just added for fun #they mean so much to me #steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #platonic stobin #platonic with a capital p #platonic soulmates #steve and robin #the irish twins #platonic stobin headcannons #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #zee writes #fic: now watch me bloom #(nail)batman and Robin

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marsbarsthereal · 1 year

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Y'all can keep complaining about the lack of queer representation in anime, and the fact that when there is, it's usually censored. I mean, it breaks my heart to see that in 2022, a certain studio felt the need to cover up a kiss scene with a very convenient shot of a sword (Requiem of the Rose King, I'm looking at you!) Hell, I'm all for demanding more from these studios. It took us a while to get to Yuri On Ice where we had a gay relationship at the forefront (which, might I add, also had a kiss scene that was censored, a choice made outside of the creator's hands), and only about 5 years ago did Bloom Into You get adapted, plus Given shortly after that. Yeah, it's taken way too long for progressive anime to enter the limelight. Sure, there are a few wonderful queer series out there today (ex. Stranger by the Shore & Sasaki and Miyano) but when another series takes a step back from where we are, it's disappointing to say the least. That doesn't mean we should give up hope though. I believe it's important that we're grateful for what we have, and remember that anime won't always spell it out for us (cough cough SK8: the Infinity cough cough), and that's something we're unfortunately going to have to live with. Have hope, my friends. And if you're looking for a pick me up, a David Wald dub is always the way to go!

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legolas-fan-blog · 3 months

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I know this is a Legolas blog but this is kind of related because of Orlando Bloom.

I just rewatched the entire Pirates of the Caribbean series because of watching LOTR and liking Legolas, then remembering Orlando Bloom was Will. I hadn't seen these movies since I was a kid and hardly remembered them. The first three are pretty good and a lot of fun and my queer self enjoyed seeing Will and Elizabeth be hot. The last two are...less good but still fun. Anyway if anyone wants to chat about The Pirates of the Caribbean hit me up.

#orlando bloom #will turner #pirates of the caribbean #will pirates of the caribbean #lotr #legolas #lord of the rings #legolas lotr #legolas lord of the rings #legolas thranduilion #legolas greenleaf #the lord of the rings #the pirates of the caribbean #curse of the black pearl #dead mans chest #at worlds end #on stranger tides #dead men tell no tales #elizabeth swann

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anime-of-the-day · 2 years

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Anime of the day: Pride Watch List

Last Pride I did character spotlight; this Pride, I’m kicking it off with a list. Here is a list of some of anime in the LGBT+ category. Is this all of them? No. Is this a large list? Yes, yes it is.

Yuri on Ice

Junjou Romantica

Sweet Blue Flowers

Revolutionary Girl Utena

Hourou Musuko

Sekaiichi Hatsukoi

Sakura Trick

Love Stage

Dakaretai Otoko 1-i ni Odosarete Imasu

Kase-san and Morning Glories

Given

Citrus

Doukyuusei

Yuru Yuri

Hitorijime My Hero

Kämpfer

Yagate Kimi ni Naru

Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru

Strawberry Panic

Ling Qi

Urasekai Picnic

Tonari no Kyuuketsuki-san

Saezuru Tori wa Habatakanai: The Clouds Gather

Sasameki Koto

Kono Danshi, Mahou ga Oshigoto Desu

Maria-sama ga Miteru

Kono Danshi, Uchuujin to Tatakaemasu.

Hyperventilation

Dounika Naru Hibi

No. 6

Kono Danshi, Ningyo Hiroimashita

Adachi to Shimamura

Sasaki to Miyano

Akuma no Riddle

Umibe no Étranger

Manaria Friends

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sattlersquarry · 8 months

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carnations (steve harrington x fem!reader)

part three of the bloom series. series masterlist

Summary: You and Steve become closer. (garden center!steve x wedding planner!reader)

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, mentions of infidelity, miscommunication, the reader's mother is Jacqueline.

red carnations: admiration, "my heart aches for you"

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“You’re going where?!”

Your mother can’t seem to wrap her head around the fact that you have a date. You’re trying not to take it personally, but you wish she would sound a bit less incredulous.

“On a date,” you repeat, adding one last swipe of lip gloss before shoving the tube into your purse. “With Steve, from the Garden Center.”

“You barely know him,” your mother says, hovering behind you as you pull on your jacket. “He could be a serial killer. Or a serial dater.”

“That’s worse than a literal murderer?” you deadpan, raising an eyebrow.

Your heart explodes into butterflies when you hear a knock at the door. That’s Steve, right on time.

You shush your mother and her incessant worrying before swinging open the door.

Steve is there, dressed to the nines. He’s upgraded from his usual garden-themed graphic t-shirt, this time opting for a striped polo. He looks about as nervous as you as he hands over a beautiful bouquet of carnations.

“Hey,” he says, smiling. “You look great.”

“Thank you,” you say. “You do, too. And these are beautiful, thank—”

“Oh, stunning!” your mother interrupts, swooping over to take the flowers from you. “Did you arrange these yourself?”

“Mom,” you say, nodding in the direction of your apartment’s kitchenette. “Don’t you have to eat dinner and then meet with the ice sculpturist?”

“Oh, I have a few minutes,” she says. She beams at Steve. “Hi, I’m Jacqueline. Y/N’s mother. Charmed.”

“Steve,” Steve says, shaking her hand. “Steve Harrington. Nice to meet you. And, uh, yes! Well, I picked the flowers, and my friend Robin helped me put it all together.”

“You two should work for me,” your mother says. “You have an eye for design.”

“Okay!” you say, before your mother could launch into a spiel about bouquets that would most definitely make you and Steve late for your dinner reservation. “We have to go, but I’ll be back later.”

“Have fun,” your mother calls as you and Steve walk toward his BMW. “Be safe.”

You bid her goodbye and try not to swoon when Steve opens the passenger side door for you.

“What a gentleman,” you tease.

“Always,” Steve says—one part cheeky, two parts genuine.

As he drives you both away from the Byers-Hopper property, you ask, “So, is this place really all it’s cracked up to be? When I mentioned to Hopper that we were going to Enzo’s, I swear he started salivating.”

“The food is really good,” Steve says. “And so is the wine. It’s exported from Italy.”

He means to say “imported,” but you don’t correct his malapropism. It's cute. He's cute.

You spend the rest of the drive chatting. You learn more about Steve—he used to be a jock. Long before the Garden Center, he was a lifeguard, but switched to retail after graduating high school. Steve used to babysit Will Byers and his friends, and he and Robin are roommates, living in a small townhome near downtown Hawkins.

You talk a bit about yourself, too—about how you’re from Eagleton and will be back there when the wedding is done. How you also used to be a lifeguard. How you feel a bit lost, unsure of what you want out of life.

Steve understands. He feels the same way. It’s nice to be heard. To be understood.

By the third course, after a thoroughly enjoyable conversation, you’re resisting the urge to leap across the table and kiss Steve in front of the entire Enzo’s customer base.

He’s sweet. He’s funny. He’s a good listener. He has a nice face, and nice hands. He’s kind of the complete package.

You try to temper your excitement about him, seeing as you are only a temporary resident of Hawkins. But Eagleton is only an hour away, and you could definitely try to make it work if he wanted to. You really, really hope he wants to.

“What about gelato for dessert?” you ask, perusing your menu to avoid gawking at Steve’s handsome face.

Steve’s face screws up like he’s eaten something sour.

“Not big on ice cream,” he says. “I used to work at an ice cream shop and I think I ate too many free samples.”

He doesn’t tell you that working at the ice cream shop led to him getting tortured. That’s a story for another time, or never.

“Biscotti instead?” you ask, closing your menu. The two of you agree and order the cookies.

As you wait for them to arrive, Steve clears his throat and asks, “So, how’s the wedding planning coming along?”

You groan and put your head in your hands.

“That bad, huh?”

“My mom is so finicky about everything,” you say, lifting your gaze to meet his once more. “She wants it to be perfect for Joyce and Jim, which I get, but she needs to lighten up. Don’t tell her I said that.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” Steve teases with a chuckle.

“It’s not all bad though,” you say. You fidget with your rings and add, “I’m really glad working for my mom helped me meet you.”

Steve’s eyebrows lift. You cringe, worrying that you’ve come on too strong. Worried that you sound like an imbecile, fawning for him like this.

But Steve says, “I’m really glad I met you, too,” his voice and eyes soft.

Another menagerie of butterflies swoops around your heartstrings, tugging them in all the right directions.

At the end of the night, he kisses you outside your door and asks if you want to go out again. You vehemently agree.

It continues like that for the next two weeks. You spend your days working on the wedding and your evenings with Steve. And, well, after quite a few dates, you spend the later part of your night with him, too. It’s lovely, he’s lovely, and you’re really, really happy.

After your night together, you decide you want to get him something, like a box of chocolates or a bouquet. Steve is surrounded by flowers all the time, so you figure a “bouquet” of biscotti, courtesy of Enzo’s catering services, would be a nice change of pace. It’s a thank-you-for-being-so-lovely-(and-also-good-at-sex) gesture.

You walk into the Garden Center and beam when you see Steve. He’s speaking with a customer, smiling and nodding at something they’re saying.

As you get closer, you realize the customer he’s talking to is a girl. A pretty one, about your age. She’s got blue eyes and brown curls that are tamed by sparkly pink hair clips. Your heart aches when you notice the way Steve’s looking at her; this isn’t run-of-the-mill customer-service politeness. This is real, true fondness. The way he’s been looking at you lately.

You feel trampled on when the two of them hug, lingering in it longer than necessary. When Steve pulls away, the mystery girl leans up and presses a soft kiss to his cheek.

You stumble backward, accidentally knocking over a rake. It clatters to the cement floor of the Garden Center, the sound echoing down the aisles.

You turn and book it, charging toward the exit without looking back to see if Steve heard you. Tears burn behind your eyes and a sob threatens to claw its way up your throat.

You thought Steve liked you. You thought he wanted to be with you. You gave him absolutely everything, and he just, what? Moves on the next day like nothing even happened?!

“Hey, Y/N!” Robin calls from her perch at the customer service kiosk, much too loud for your liking. You continue your trek out of the store, ignoring her when she asks, “Hey, where are you going?”

You toss the biscotti bouquet in a trash can and fumble with your keys, thankful that you parked right outside the store. In the distance, you hear Steve calling for you. You don’t even look up. You don’t do anything except unlock your car door and start the engine, peeling away from the Hawkins Garden Center before your heart completely shatters.

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a/n love a miscommunication trope. TAGGING THE LOVELY PEOPLE WHO HELPED BRING GARDEN CENTER STEVE TO LIFE, along with others who enjoyed the previous parts! :) there will be 1 or 2 more parts to wrap this up.

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