#robin buckly

[stevieschrodinger]

Everyone is stoned. Just. So stoned. Eddie brought over the good stuff. The TV's been stuck on static for like, forty minutes, but no one can be bothered to move.

"You shut up Steven, you've practically dated everyone in the room."

"Robs. Robs. We never. Not even prac-ti-cly."

"Yeap, yeap, you asked me-"

Steve huffs, "we were drugged and in a bathroom, and doesn't count. Said no."

"But I nearly said yes. So you've nearly dated everyone," Robin tells him confidently.

Steve's vaguely aware of either Nancy or Eddie making a noise at that revelation, but he's not looking at where they're lying on the floor, so he doesn't know which of them it was.

And for a split second, Steve's back there. Drugged, confused, sitting in a bathroom and absolutely certain that he's in love with Robin, "you never told me that."

She shrugs, she shrugs like it's nothing, like she hasn't just turned Steve upside down a little bit, "I only figured it for a second, but I thought, if there was someone I could...fake it with. It would be you."

And there's just so many things she's not saying there. That don't need to be said. About the world and why she would consider that. Too many things for Steve to process. And Steve's crying, he doesn't even know why really, just big feelings that he can't define. A life they nearly had that would have been a lie, but still a forever with Robin. He's got a lapful of Rob now, and he holds her so tight, so so tight. And he knows Eddie is there, rubbing his back, and Nancy is doing the same for Robin.

And he kind of thinks that things do just work out.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #ficlet #headcanon #robin buckly #nancy wheeler #ronance #steve and robin #platonic stobin

[spoodrm4n]

And I Would Do It Again

Parings: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Summary: In season 3, instead of Steve getting beaten by the Russian interrogators, it’s you. Steve and Robin are still drugged so they don’t notice your life threatening injury at first. 

Warnings: Angst, mentions of injury, mentions of blood.

Word Count. 3.7K

 A/N: I suck at summaries. This fic took me 15 years to write. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE!!!!!

PART TWO

You weren’t quite sure how you had ended up with your little brother Dustin, your coworker and crush Steve Harrington, and other coworker and best friend Robin Buckley, and Lucas Sinclair’s little sister Erica in a secret underground Russian base beneath Star Court mall– but that’s where you ultimately found yourself. You had been beaten within an inch of your life by some of the Russians trying to get some answers from you. They had gotten nothing out of you, but you had paid the price. The guards had just thrown you into the room they were holding Robin and Steve. Just like that the guards were leaving again, leaving the three of you alone. 

You landed on the floor at their feet with a groan, closing your eyes and willing the excruciating headache you had earned away. You opened them slowly as you heard the two giggling above you. You could make out Steve and Robin’s faces even though it seemed like you had lost part of your vision in your left eye from the interrogation. 

“You klutz! You’ve always been sooo clumsy!” You furrowed your eyebrows at Robin’s slurred insult and looked up at the two, pushing yourself to sit back on your heels in front of them. 

“You have a rainbow… all over your face,” Steve was gasping at you, eyes wide and a goofy, opened mouth smile on his face. You blinked at them. 

“What did they give you two?” You were standing up, grimacing at the pain it caused you. You sucked in what little breath you could without jostling your broken ribs and walked over to them, starting on untying them. 

“You’re dripping on me, Henderson.” Robin scrunched up her face and you quickly apologized about getting blood on her white socks. You quickly realized after untying them from their chairs and each other that you were missing two other people. 

“Where the hell are Erica and Dust-” You were cut off by the door being blown open by your brother and Erica on an industrial cart. You jumped in front of Steve and Robin, shielding them from any debris. “There they are,” you laughed as Dustin and Erica rushed over, concern written all over their faces. Sirens started to sound through the base accompanied by bright, red, flashing lights. 

“Shit, Y/N what the hell did they do to you?” Your brother was all over you as you tried to push him away and lead Steve to the cart. 

“Plenty, as you can see, but we need to get out of here before they do plenty to someone else!” You urged him as he got the hint to help Robin to the back of the cart with Steve. You hopped in the back with the two as Dustin and Erica got back in the front. “Drive!” You yelled to your brother as you saw guards starting to file into the hall. 

“Wooo!” Robin was cheering and you winced at how loud she was. You flinched at the loud sound of gunfire behind you and ducked down, dragging Steve and Robin with you. 

“Shit! You two, stay down or so help me god!” You yelled at them both, hands skimming the bed of the back of the cart. You grinned when you felt a small handgun. “It’ll do.” You whispered, checking the ammunition, turning the safety off and cocking the gun. You popped back up from the cover of the cart and aimed at one of the guards running towards you. You fired and hit him in the shoulder, making him collapse and having a couple other guards trip over his body. 

��Badass,” you heard Steve whisper in awe behind you. You cocked the gun again and took aim, but before you could pull the trigger again one of the guards had taken a shot and hit you in the side. “Holy shit,” you gasped as you fell back into Steve’s chest on accident and bit the inside of your cheek, swallowing a scream. 

“You’re back,” Steve smiled down at you. You shot him an annoyed glare and breathed out, grabbing Steve’s red tie from his Scoops uniform and working to tie it around your wound to slow the bleeding. It had already stained your scoops uniform a bit. “Hey that’s mine!” He whined and you couldn’t find it in yourself to feel bad. You grit your teeth as you finished tying it around your waist to cover your wound and pulled your uniform shirt back down. You breathed out, sagging against Steve but it was short lived as Dustin slammed on the breaks. You flew forward, face first into the back of the cart and groaned. That earned you some giggles from Robin and Steve. 

“Come on, Y/N!” Dustin was yelling at you, tugging your arm to get out of the cart and into the elevator. 

“Grab Robin, I’ll grab Steve. Erica get in, fast!” You instructed, pulling Steve by his bicep out of the cart and into the elevator, trying your best to ignore the burning pain in your side. Dustin had Robin in front of you. You pushed Steve into the elevator and ducked in yourself, bullets flying over your head. “Woah! Take me to dinner first!” He giggled at you and you rolled your eyes. You flung yourself against the side of the wall as Erica frantically pushed the ‘up’ button and grabbed Steve by the back of his shirt, making him stumble to your side and out of the range of fire. Dustin and Robin were behind Erica. It felt like years before the doors were finally sliding shut and the elevator was shooting up with as much grace as it had falling down. 

“Are you okay?” You ran over to Dustin, wrapping him in a hug. You bit back a whimper as he hugged you back. Not only had you just been shot, but you also had been beaten within an inch of your life. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine. What about you–” Dustin was cut off by a snort from Robin as Steve hopped onto a pallet dolly and held his arms out as if he were surfing. You ran a hand over your face. What was wrong with these two? Robin jerked the cart and caused Steve to fall over into the corner, Robin cackling like a mad man. 

“Wipeout!” She cheered, motioning with her hands to Steve in the corner. 

Dustin crouched down to Steve and pried one of Steve’s eyes open, checking his pupils. Steve poked Dustin on the nose with a small ‘boop’.

“His pupils are super dilated.” Dustin spoke, turning to Erica. 

“Maybe he’s drugged?” Erica shrugged and you did the same. 

“That seems like a fair answer,” you supplied as Dustin turned back to Steve. 

“You drugged?” Dustin quirked an eyebrow and Steve almost scoffed. 

“How many times dad I don’t do drugs… it’s only marijuana,” Steve booped Dustin’s nose again. 

“I’m not sure what answer you were really expecting, Dusty.” You smiled, trying your best to find the humor in the situation. All of you fell on your butts as the elevator came to a screeching halt. Damn Russian elevators. The doors opened to the outside and you got up, helping Steve to his feet and out the doors. You ushered him out of the elevator and he trotted on out, Robin ahead of him and gulping in fresh air. You walked out with Dustin and Erica but froze when you saw more guards at the gate giving your all incredulous looks. 

“Shit! Come on! Other way!” You yelled, running and grabbing both Robin and Steve and pulling them back into the mall and slamming the doors closed behind you. You ran in front of the four, guiding them down the back tunnels that connected everything in the mall. 

“We’re going to take these two to the theater and me and you,” you motioned to Dustin, “are going to get in touch with Wheeler.” You made your way to the movie theater, remembering all the times you had shown the kids where to go and opened the back door, pushing the four of them through. Dustin led the way into the theater and made Robin and Steve sit down in two empty seats towards the front of the theater. 

“You two, stay here. Do not move!” Dustin hissed at the two and it wasn’t long before a man behind the three were shushing Dustin. You walked to the back of the theater to wait for Dustin as he talked to Erica. In the corner of the theater you leaned against the wall, lifting up your shirt to check the state of the gunshot wound on your side. You were met with purple and blue bruises littered all over your torso and the once bright, cherry red of Steve’s tie was now crimson. “Shit,” you muttered, pulling your shirt back down. Dustin finally came bounding up to you, leading the way to a supply closet. 

“Mike, this is Dustin. Do you copy?” Dustin kept on trying to get a response from Mike. You were just about to tell him to give up when Mike’s voice crackled through the speaker, static cutting in and out. “Shit! Low battery.” Dustin was fumbling through his bag now and all you could do was lean against the door frame, barely on your feet in the first place. You had your arms wrapped around your torso, trying to find any comfort at all. 

“Find anything?” You mumbled as Dustin set his bag down. 

“No. I don’t know where my spare batteries went. We’ll just have to go and find them. Let's go grab Steve, Robin, and Erica and get out of here. We have to tell the rest of the party about this.” Dustin shoved everything back into his bag and you opened the door, following him back out into the hallway. 

“I’ll wait here. You get them and meet me back out here. I gotta think of how we’re actually going to leave the mall without a car.” Dustin nodded as he went back into the theater and you leaned back against the wall. You squeezed your eyes shut and grit your teeth. You weren’t sure how much longer you could stay standing at this point. 

“Not too much longer…” You breathed out, shoulders slumping. You jumped and turned to see Erica and Dustin barging through the doors. 

“They’re gone.” Dustin spoke and you felt a bit of your resolve crumble. 

“What do you mean they’re gone? You’re kidding me.” Anger rose in your voice but it wasn’t pointed at Erica or Dustin– not even Steve or Robin. Just the shitty situation you all had been put in. “Okay. You and Erica search the bottom level of the mall, I’ll look for them on the second. You find them, you meet me at the front entrance. Be safe,” you patted your little brother on the head and the three of you parted ways, now on a man hunt for your drugged up coworkers. 

You exited the theater and climbed the stairs to the upper level of the mall, starting down the left side. “It would be my luck to get trapped in a secret, underground Russian base after a long day of work and get beaten the shit out of, shot, and now on a manhunt for my best friend and crush. Gotta love Henderson luck,” you thought out loud, running a stressed hand through your hair. 

You had met Steve one of the first times he had taken your brother over to the Wheeler’s house instead of you. You had questioned him and your brother on your doorstep on why they were suddenly best friends. It was odd to you, but they had made up a solid excuse which you believed for a while. You both started at Scoops and you became closer, sharing late night drives, dinners, movie nights, and taking care of your brother and his friends. You had also developed a crush on Steve in that time and Robin had called you out on your bullshit within the first week of you realizing you were in love with him. It didn’t help when he would always try to flirt with every girl that would come in, leaving you to cringe and seeth in jealousy beside him. He never had any success anyway, Robin’s ‘You Rule / You Suck’ Talley on one of the whiteboards at Scoops had kept track of it. 

Little did you know that Steve only did it because he thought he had no chance with you. It’s not like he wanted his attempts to succeed anyway, he only wanted to make you jealous but you were both too thick in the head to say anything to each other. It was driving Robin absolutely insane. 

 You caught sight of the two a little ways further down, staring up at the glass domed ceiling. You saw them sway on their feet for a second before they were plowing into a nearby bathroom. “That can’t be good,” you muttered before walking as fast as you could towards the two, which wasn’t fast at all considering the state you were in. 

You opened the bathroom door and found the two sitting on the floor of the first stall, laughing with each other. 

“Oh, Y/N! We were just talking about you,” Robin winked at Steve and you could’ve swore his face turned a bit pink. 

“Oh, sorry to interrupt story time, but I’ve been looking for you two everywhere. We gotta go,” you couldn’t help but be a bit annoyed as you wrapped an arm around yourself on instinct. You knew you were about to bite the dust soon and you needed to get out of here. 

Steve looked up at you and for the first time it’s like he actually processed the state you were in. “Holy shit, Y/N.” He breathed, standing up and rushing over to you. He held his hands out helplessly, not knowing where to even start as he looked you up and down. “What the hell did they do? Are you okay?” You looked into his eyes and you could see his pupils were no longer dilated and they didn’t have a haze to them anymore. 

“I will be okay as long as we get out of here, Steve.” You were being honest now. “Dustin and Erica are downstairs, we’ll meet up with them there and get out of here.” You explained, shoving his hands away so he wouldn’t find the bullet wound. You were almost out of here. You could do this. 

“Yeah, okay, sorry. Let’s go.” He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, worried eyes trained on you as you turned to walk out of the bathroom. They followed you out and you three headed towards the stairs. You started falling behind and you felt yourself get dizzier. You looked down to see that Steve’s tie was no longer holding up and blood was soaking through your shirt. You pressed a hand to it, trying to slow the bleeding. 

“Henderson, keep up otherwi– Oh my god,” Robin stuttered out as her eyes trailed down to the crimson seeping through your uniform. You blinked up at her, but she was blurry. In a moment your knees were buckling beneath you and you found yourself on the floor on your back. “Y/N!” Robin’s face appeared above you and you squinted, trying to see her clearly. 

“What happened?” Steve was there above you now too. You felt hands pull your shirt up just enough to see the bullet wound. You don’t know when you started crying but you furrowed your eyebrows as you felt hot tears drip down the sides of your face. “Oh god, Henderson.” Steve again. 

“Steve,” You breathed, one of your hands reaching out for him. Robin grabbed it instead as Steve undid his tie around your waist and grabbed your own, replacing the soaked through one. “Oh fuck,” you groaned, eyes squeezing shut in pain. All the adrenaline from earlier had dissipated and you were in agony now. You swallowed the bile that threatened to crawl up your throat. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry,” Steve apologized, securing the cloth around your waist. You gripped Robin’s hand impossibly hard; you would have to apologize to her later. “When did you even get shot?” 

“Who got shot?” Dustin and Erica were there above you now as well. You hated that Dustin was seeing you like this. You were supposed to be the big sister who was always okay. “Y/N! What the hell happened Steve?” Dustin was crouching down next to Steve now, grabbing your other hand. 

“She must’ve gotten hit when we were driving away from those guards. I’m pretty sure I remember them shooting at us. That was like an hour and a half ago, though. How was she even still walking? And she got the shit beat out of her before getting shot? How are you even still alive Y/N, I mean you should definitely be–” Robin was rambling now out of nervousness. You cut her off. 

“Robin, stop. You’re rambling again and I’m gonna punch you in the face if you keep talking,” you grit out, sitting up on your elbows. “I’m fine, really.”

“Yeah, no. You’re definitely not. You need help.” Steve scolded, hand on your upper arm supporting you. “I can carry you down. There’s no way you can walk,” Steve hooked an arm under your knees and your shoulders. 

“Steve, really it’s fine, I can walk, I just needed a minute.” You felt your face grow hot as he stood up with you in his arms. You looked up at him. 

“Y/N, you’re literally an idiot. Just let Steve help you,” Dustin chastised at your stubbornness. 

“Absolutely not. There’s no way you’re walking. Don’t be ridiculous,” Steve scolded at the same time as Dustin as he made his way down the stairs with you. You just sighed and rested your forehead on his shoulder, trying to hide the blush on your face. This is not happening right now. 

You all got downstairs and to the entrance when you were met with Nancy, Jonathan, Will, Max, Mike, Lucas, and Eleven. Steve set you down carefully on a bench by them as they conversed. Each of the new members stealing a concerned glance at the shape you were in. You felt yourself start to drift off as their voices droned on. You shook your head, willing yourself to stay awake and stood up.

No one had noticed you get up, thankfully. You walked towards the bathrooms that were nearby and stepped up to one of the sinks. You white knuckled the ceramic, chest heaving with exhaustion. You turned on the water and splashed some on your face, trying to wake yourself up and clean the cuts as well. 

“What the hell are you doing?” You jumped nearly a foot in the air. You gasped for air and placed a hand over your heart as Steve came up to you and turned the water off. 

“I just needed to get up. I was gonna fall asleep. I can’t really do that right now,” You gestured to yourself, sarcasm dripping from your tone. 

“You need to sit down, you’re going to hurt yourself more.” He argued, hands on his hips. 

“What are you? My mom?” You grew frustrated. You felt like absolute shit, you just wanted to go home, and you were stuck potentially bleeding out in the mall bathroom. 

“I’m sorry I just give a shit about your well-being!” Steve yelled, throwing his hands in the air. 

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re doing the bare minimum!” You shouted back, hands going back to gripping the edge of the sink. 

“Are you trying to kill yourself, Y/N? Is that what you want? Just sit down and let me take care of you because I can’t– I can’t lose you.” Your heart shattered as his voice broke. You stared at him mouth agape. “I can’t Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, Steve. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You whispered, eyes filling with tears. “It’s just, it’s funny– ya know? I’m going to bleed out in the mall bathroom after escaping from a secret, underground, Russian base in my Scoops Ahoy uniform. It seems so funny.” You were laughing now. You didn’t really know if it was due to blood loss or just because the scenario you were stuck playing was actually hilarious. 

“Hey, you’re not gonna die here. You’re not going to die anytime soon, if I have anything to do with it.” Steve stood in front of you now, hands gliding up and down your arms. “And as soon as we get out of here– alive and well– I’m taking you on a date like I should’ve done ages ago.” He smiled at you. 

“What? Am I dead?” You were definitely dead. Steve Harrington didn’t want to take you on a date. No way.

“Um no? Not unless we’re both dead and we’re simultaneously dreaming the same death. I like you, Y/N. A lot. I have since you answered the door that first time instead of your smartass little brother.” Steve laughed. 

“Hey, Dustin’s my smartass, okay?” You chuckled as he stepped closer to you. 

“They really beat the shit out of you, huh?” Steve was close to your face now, drinking in every detail of you. “Why couldn’t they have taken me?” He shook his head, eyes sad as they remarked your injuries. 

“I wouldn’t let them. If it had to have been anyone, it would have been me. And I’d do it again as long as you’re okay.” You spoke, eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips every now and again. Steve had always been so pretty. He was handsome, really handsome– sure, but he was also pretty. 

“And that’s the only thing I wish I could change about you.” A smile tugged at his lips. He leaned in finally and your lips touched. You breathed out through your nose, melting into him. Your hands stayed planted on the sink, your knees becoming even more weak. His hands trailed up your arms, to your shoulders, and finally to your cheeks. He made sure his hands were just gently placed there, being careful of your injuries. 

The both of you pulled apart and you smiled at him. “Steve?” 

“Henderson?” He grinned back. 

“I think I’m gonna pass out.” You said as you felt your head get lighter and your knees once again give out beneath you. Your vision started to go dark and you felt yourself let go.

“Y/N!” He caught you. You knew he would. 

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things season 3 #scoops ahoy steve #robin buckly #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve x reader #steve x henderson!reader #angst #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #reader insert #steve harrington x Y/N

[slowandsteddie]

Robin: “hey, Steve? Can I borrow your red sweater?”

Eddie, immediately: “absolutely fucking not.”

Robin: “wha— never mind the what, actually. Tell me why.”

Eddie: “because it is a crime to separate our boy from that sweater. He looks so fucking hot in it, Birdie. And I know you won’t give it back for ages.”

Steve, walking in on the conversation: “I don’t think our sex life would survive the loss of that sweater.”

Robin, covering her ears: “GOT IT I GOT IT PLEASE STOP.”

Pic I got off google below the cut ❤️

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve stranger things #eddie stranger things #steve x eddie #shitpost #robin buckly #platonic with a capital p #red sweater love #Steve’s red sweater #swears #mention of sex #who loves the sweater more: Steve or Eddie?

[benjinoff13]

WLW tv moments that altered my brain chemistry forever

1. HER in the 100, especially this scene

2. Just the entirety of supergirl, I don’t even know where to start

3. This raylla kiss in motherland fort salem

4. Every avatrice scene ever in warrior nun (ya’ll better be watching this show on netflix or I’ll be in your walls tonight)

5. The villaneve bus kiss in killing eve

6. Mulan from once upon a time, I will never shut up about her

7. The marina engagement episode from station 19

8. Clarke shooting Bellamy in the 100, the biggest victory ever

9. The emisue 3x09 sex scene and Ivy by Taylor Swift playing right after in dickinson

10. Robin kneeling for Nancy in stranger things

#wlw #lgbtq #lgbtq+ #lexa #clexa #supergirl #supercorp #raylla #motherland fort salem #avatrice #warrior nun #killing eve #villaneve #once upon a time #ouat #marina #station 19 #emisue #dickinson #robin buckly

[merlinm196]

Comfort character meme drawing everybody’s annoying mizu ahaha 2nd picture is there girlfriend waiting for them

#jane rizzoli #mizu blue eye samurai #enid sinclair #robin buckly #harley quinn #maura isles #poison ivy #wednesday addams #nancy wheeler #akemi blue eye samurai #rizzles #mizu x akemi #wenclair #ronance #harlivy

[anarcoqueer1994]

It all started a few weeks before Thanksgiving. They had all had been hanging out in the Wheeler's basement, the kids going on about their upcoming Thanksgiving break and what they were going to do during it. Dustin had brought up how much he loves this time of year because his mom makes the best Turkey. This quickly devolved into everyone discussing their Thanksgiving day plans.

The Wheelers had family coming into town, Robin was going to her grandma's, The Byers/Hopper family was having a little dinner on their own, etc. Everyone was spending time with their families, even Eddie mentioning that he and Wayne have a little dinner, and watch football together(despite Eddie not loving the sport, he didn’t mind it with Wayne.)

Steve, though, stayed quiet, not adding to the conversation, sometimes nodding as people spoke excitedly about their plans. Eddie notices that Steve doesn't say anything, because of course he does. He won't admit it, but he notices almost everything Steve does. He can't help it, he has it hard for the guy. But he keeps that to himself, there is no way Steve Harrington is into guys, let alone him.

He turns to Steve, "How about you, big boy?" He smiles. "What are you doing? Are your parents making you go to some big fancy Thanksgiving dinner?"

Steve's face waivers momentarily into a look of sadness, a blink and you miss it kind of thing. But Eddie saw. He saves that to the back of his head. Steve though recovered, an easy look about his face, speaking nonchalantly. Well practiced. "Nah, man. They go on vacation every year, so I just have a day to myself."

Eddie can't help to think that Steve Harrington seems to have a lot of days to himself, always being alone in that big house. It hurts to know that even on a holiday, that seems to be true. In reality, Steve's parents have never spent Thanksgiving with him, when he was younger, leaving with a nanny, and since he was 14, leaving him alone. They excused it as needing some couple time, as thier other trips without him were business trips. Steve stopped complaining to them at the age of 9, accepting they didn't care to spend time with him.

Eddie tries to match Steve's nonchalant tone, everyone staring at Steve with his revelation that even the holidays, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington were gone. Noone bothered to ask before, leading to guilt in some of thier faces, particularly Robin and Nancy. Eddie says "I mean, you can always come to my place. I'm sure Wayne wouldn't mind."

Steve shifts uncomfortablly, he looks around seeing the guilt and pity in everyone's face, hating that the attention is now on him. The last thing he wanted was to impose on someone else. He is supposed to take care of all of them, not the other way around. And now, the boy he is secretly in love with is inviting him over out of some sense of pity. He didn't want that.

"Ah...um thanks, Munson. But I'm good. I'm used to it, we never spend it together." He smiles. Eddie wants to push, knows Steve is not good, but also knows enough that Steve is stubborn, he is not going to budge. So he just nods his head and adds "Okay...well the offer is there if you change your mind."

That doesn't mean that he doesn't secretly hope that Steve will accept one of the million offers that come to him over the next few weeks. Everyone couldn't believe Steve was spending Thanksgiving alone. Even Mike tried to convince them to come over to the Wheeler's house. But every single offer, from every single person is turned down. Steve didn’t want to impose. But Eddie could see with every offer, Steve wanted to accept, a little light in his eye, but everytime it seemed like he talked himself out of it.

But that's something he noticed about Steve. Steve didn’t want to accept help, acted like he didn't deserve it. But Steve was always willing to help any of them. It killed him he couldn't help him in return, especially when Steve looked like he wanted it.

Thats how he ended up calling an emergency group meeting a few days before the holiday, minus Steve.

~~

It was Thanksgiving day. Steve sat in front of the TV, still in his sweatpants and T-shirt he fell asleep in, his hair still messy from bedhead. He didn't even have his contacts in, wearing his glasses, it's not like he was going to see anyone, anyways.

He thinks about the numerous invitations he recieved the last few weeks. Maybe he should have accepted, maybe he wouldn't feel like such shit right now. But he couldn’t take thier pity. No one really wants him around for a family holiday, heck even his own family doesn't want to be around him.

He is terrified that if he lets himself be vulnerable, allow himself to accept help, be anything other than reliable, helpful to others, they will see how useless he really is.

He is worried that one day his tricks won't work anymore, and people won't need him, and they will get bored of him. Throw him away. Despite his best efforts, he feels a tear slip down his cheek. He doesn't want to feel this.

He decides he is just going to pop one of his mother's sleeping pills, and sleep off the rest of the holiday. Tomorrow he can go back to being useful, shuttle the kids around, pretend they'll always need him.

Just as he gets up to head to the medicine cabinet, he hears a bang at the door. He freezes wondering who can be here on Thanksgiving. He thinks about ignoring it, hoping they will go away.

But then he hears a familiar voice on the other side. "Open up, Harrington! I know you're here, I seen the Beemer in the driveway!" Eddie.

What is he doing here? Steve starts making excuses in his head, as he goes to the door, ready to reject any last minute invitations Eddie is trying to push. He opens the door and starts "Eddie, I told you, I'm fi..." He stops when he looks out at who is infront of him.

Eddie is holding a case of beer, while everyone in the party (kids and adults alike) stands behind him holding various side dishes. Even Wayne, Hopper, and Joyce are there, Joyce holding a full Turkry. Eddie clears his throat "Well, you going to let us in or what? It would be such a waste of food if you don't. " Eddie stays cool, even as his brain malfunctions seeing Steve Harrington with messy hair and glassess.

Steve is dumbfounded, silently stepping aside so they can all come him. Robin stops and gives him a hug, carefully balancing the pie in her hands. He whispers "What about your grandma?"

She smiles "Thought it would be more fun hanging out with this family instead."

He can't help but feel touched "Thanks, Rob."

"Don't thank me, this was Eddie’s idea. For some reason, he couldn't let this go." She winks, knowing about Steve's crush on Eddie. Steve blushes in response. Robin walks off to join the others in the dining room, where they are setting up the food.

Steve knows he can't fight this, they are already here, may as well enjoy it. He goes to the kitchen, getting out 15 plates, silverware, cups, etc. He hears someone coming up behind him.

"Need any help, big boy? Eddie’s voice is soft.

"Uh, yeah. Can you take these plates out?" Steve asks, words he wants to say trapped behind his teeth.

"Sure." Eddie gives him an uncharacteristically soft smile. As he turns around with the plates in hand, he feels a soft pull on his sleeve. "Eddie, wait." Steve sounds sheepish.

"What is it?" He turns back around.

"Why...why did you do this? It's not like it was that important. I told you I was fine. " Steve is looking down now, eyes on his socks.

Eddie lets out a breath through his nose before setting the plates back down. He gently reaches for Steve’s chin, pushing his face up so he can look at him and see all the pain and confusion in Steve’s eyes. He gently moves his hand to Steve's cheek, noticing how Steve instinctively leans into the touch.

"Because, you were lying and I could tell. No one should be without their family on the holidays...and I'm you family now. We all are. We love you, I love you. So yeah, it was important. You're important, Stevie..."

The name slips out as Eddie notices the glassy look in Steve’s eyes. Steve whispers "Thanks, Eddie..." Steve puts his hand over Eddie’s hand resting on his cheek. Eddie notices the way Steve's eyes flick down to his lips and then back up.

This gives Eddie all the courage he needs to lean in and softly place a kiss on Steve's lips. He pulls back slightly to see Steve's reaction, relief covering him when Steve smiles back at him, moving his own hands to the small of Eddie’s neck, pulling him into another gentle kiss.

He rests his forehead against Eddie’s. "Happy Thanksgiving, Eds."

"Happy Thanksgiving, Sweetheart. "

#stranger things fanfiction #steddie fanfic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckly #the party #stranger things #thanksgiving

[v8mpstamp]

Been MIA on here for a while, but i’m at the beach so here’s some long awaited Steve beach thoughts :)

Bach days with Steve! I mean he is literally meant for the beach.

- Definitely the designated driver on said beach trip.

- Claims he doesn’t need sunscreen and won’t burn then regrets it later cause well… he burned.

- Sand sticking to his skin but he doesn’t mind, it costs him so perfectly.

- His hair dark and wavy from swimming in the ocean, bits of sand in it, if he ran his hand through his hair or shook his head like a dog sand would fly off.

- Hand in hand as you walk down the water line with him, you excitedly bending down to pick up any pretty shells asking him to keep it safe for you and he does so by tucking it away in his swim trunk pockets.

- At the end of the day he’s pulling the shells out and you two go through them, picking out your favorites you found, including some he saw and stashed away in there for you he knew you’d love.

- Spends hours building a sand castle and lets you decorate it with the shells and tops it with sticks and seaweed.

- If the kids, Eddie or Robin are there, they burry him in the sand even going as far as sculpting fake boobs and a mermaid tail.

- Feeds the seagulls then regrets it because he accident creates a seagull army and they won’t leave him alone.

-Scales and climbs the rocks near the pier.

#smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington smut #steve harrington thoughts #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x you #stranger things fluff #Steve Harrington X summer #Steve Harrington x beach #steve harrington drabble #beach #beach with steve harrington #summer #eddie munson #robin buckly

[theupsidedownsrealestateagent]

Robin lying on the carpeted floor of her bedroom playing with one of the fraying ends of her comforter. Steve sat next to her trying to catch her eye, which she has been expertly avoiding for the past forty five minutes. It wasn’t until Steve grabbed her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, that Robin finally looked at her friend.

“I’m scared Steve. This could go absolutely horrible.”

Steve gives a small hum indicating he was thinking hard, one of those Steve noises Robin has perfected as if it was another language she was studying. In a way it is she thinks to herself. “It’s okay to be scared,” he says after a beat. “I’m scared and it’s not even my parents. And if you don’t want to do this right now or ever, we don’t have to. We can back out right now, and enact Plan B.”

Robin gives a sarcastic snort, “Plan B is grabbing Nancy and Eddie, fleeing to Chicago and living out of your boyfriend’s van until we freeze to death.”

“I’d make it work, I’d do anything to keep you safe you know this babe.”

She sighs and rolls her eyes affectionately, “Yeah yeah ditto dingus.” She playfully shoves his shoulder and squirms as he turns the shove into an aggressive hug.

“No matter what we’ll be okay.” He smacks a kiss on her head.

“Let's do this,” Robin breathes out.

Robin had been sitting in this same seat for the past fourteen years give or take, eating dinner, agonizing over math homework, and having a million pointless conversations with her parents. Tonight the familiarity of a family dinner table was shriveled up and dead. From today on their family would never be the same. There would be the extra unsaid barrier between them. And that was best case scenario. Worst case scenario this would be the last dinner she’d ever have in this house, hell probably in the whole town. The thought made her stomach sink, she pushed her peas around her plate. Every bite she took tasted like flavorless mush. She chanced a glance at Steve, if she didn’t know him she would think he was acting perfectly normal, but she did know him. Better than anyone. She could tell how he was almost as nervous as she was. His shoulders tense, smile tight, and his hands had the slightest tremor, Robin gave his knee a squeeze in solidarity.

“Mom, dad, I– we. We have something to tell you.” Robin shakily revelas. In an instant she can feel her parents eyes, going back and forth between her and Steve, small smiles tugging at their lips. She’s going to be sick.

“Oh?” Her mom asks, wiggling her eyebrows and bringing the glass of cheap red wine to her lips. “I think we have an inclination, don’t we Rich?”

“Mom no, it’s not like that, actually I mean it is but not in the way you guys think– Okay, so– Oh my god okay I’m just going to say this. And please wait until we’re done to ask or say anything. Please don’t hate me.” Fuck why are there tears falling from her face? Robin had promised herself she wasn’t going to cry through this.

“Oh sweetheart, there’s nothing you could say that would make us hate you. You’re our little bird.” Her dad softly said, reaching across the table to give her a reassuring touch, until he saw her flinch away. Hurt flashed in his own eyes, before tucking his hands back by his side.

Her mom looks nervous now, and nearly breathlessly asks, “Robin Buckley you aren’t pregnant are you?”

Steve nearly chokes, Robin’s eyes are wide and now as big as plates, her mouth gapes open looking to Steve, wondering what the hell she was going to say to that accusation. She settles on the articulate, “Jesus Christ, Mom unless God themself has chosen me to be the bearer of their next miracle child or whatever that’s not even in the realm of possibilities. Maybe it's a possibility you guys would prefer to the actual truth but alas I am not with child. I’m just. I’m– Fuck! I’m gay okay? Just gay. That’s my big terrible secret, and why Steve and I aren’t dating, well except we are but we aren’t.” Tears are flowing down her face now, she can hardly even make out the shape of her parents, she’s just realizing how tight Steve is squeezing her hand now. That grounding pressure is enough for her to be able to clear her watery eyes, and get a good look at her parents’ facial reactions.

And huh, that wasn’t what she expected. They were…calm? Small, almost shy smiles. What the hell? Where was the yelling, the hatred, anything? Robin had expected nearly every reaction but this one. If it wasn’t for Steve’s continuous pressure in her hand, she’d be sure she was hallucinating.

It was her mom who broke the silence first, “Oh Robby.” She says with a sad sort of pity. “It’s okay baby. Dad and I would never, ever, hate you for who you love. Robin Lynn Buckley, I mean what kind of parents are we that you didn’t trust us to tell us this?”

“It’s not like that mom. It’s not you I guess, it’s like society. Society tells us we’re broken, and disgusting, I couldn’t mom, I couldn’t tell you guys and be completely one hundred and ten percent sure I’d still have a roof over my head if things went wrong.” Robin lets out an exhausted sigh. Her mother does this, makes everything about herself even when she means well. And the fact that she does mean well about her only daughter being a dyke, then she certainly isn’t going to point that out to her mom in this moment. It’s too monumental for a potentially petty argument. Which leads her to her next question, “So what? You and dad are just fine with it? No questions? Completely parent approved?”

It was her dad who piped up next. Good ole Richard Buckley known for his poise and tact, “Well actually I do have some questions. What does that mean, you and Steve are dating but also aren’t? That doesn’t seem conducive to your lifestyle.” Of course he’d say lifestyle, it's those tiny phrases like that, where Robin knows deep in her soul her dad knows it isn’t a choice, but lacks the verbiage to fully get it. She smiles at that a little, her parents are cool, but at the end of the day, they’re still her straight, old, lame parents they’ve always been.

Wait, her dad definitely asked her a question that she absolutely does not remember. Right as she started floundering a half assed non answer, Steve was talking. Oh she could kiss him, but she’s pretty sure she’d be sending her parents even more mixed signals. “Robin and I are not dating, and obviously we never would. We love each other though, more than anything, and I hope you know by now I’d do anything to keep her safe– ‘

“And I’d do anything to keep Steve safe,” Robin interjects. Not necessarily for her parents’ benefit, but because she knows that Steve should hear that this dynamic goes both ways as often as possible. And she’s glad she said something, because the bright, adoring look on his face is enough to calm her twisted guts, just a smidge.

Steve continues, “So no we aren’t dating, but to the general public we will be. Just to make it look like we are deemed acceptable to society. My partner is doing the same thing with one of our other friends.”

One of our other friends. That phrase sits in Robin like a giant slab of cement. Nancy Wheeler is so much more than another one of their friends. Steve had just been so brave then admitting he had a partner first, and she’s eternally grateful he didn’t up and say she has a girlfriend it has to be her to say it. “My partner actually, Steve’s boyfriend is pretending to date my girlfriend.

“Jesus, how many queer kids are there in Hawkins?”

Steve laughed earnestly, “I think Hawkins might be the most gay town in America. That’s why Reagan won’t visit.” Which in turn makes Richard Buckley laugh. Robin thinks not for the first time in their friendship, having their dad’s be so completely different with the same name, only adds to her and Steve’s soulmatism.

“Nancy?” Her mom asks apropos fucking nothing! “Is that the girl you’re going steady with?”

“H– How did you know that?” Robin sputters.

“Honey I mean now that, that I know it’s kinda. Not obvious! But the subtle signs are there. You look at Nancy the same way Aunt Anita looks at Aunt Rachel.” She says simply, as if that means anything.

“Why would Aunt Anita’s roommate–” The realization hits Robin like a Russian soldier with a mean slap. “Oh my god! I’m the most oblivious person on the planet, and I know Michael Wheeler!” Steve barks out a surprised laugh at that.

“You really didn’t know?” Her father asks with amusements written all over his stupid face. “I’ve known about my sister since we were in elementary school Birdie and I never loved her any less. Just like I’ll never love you any less and Steve for that matter. You kids are safe with us always, although you and Miss Wheeler are no longer permitted to sleepovers, unless one of you takes the couch.”

Well that was an unexpected side effect she hadn’t considered before, but she’ll take it, and just shrugs in agreement.

“Now son,” And Rich turns to Steve. “I know your folks aren’t the” he pauses and Robin knows he’s looking for the right words not to scare Steve off, “aren’t the most open minded, so I’ll say two things that I hope you listen to. First, please know that you always, always have a home here in case you need it, and honestly if I had it my way you’d already be sharing Robin’s room.” Steve nods his head at her dad, and she can tell if he were to say anything it would probably come out a little wobbly, then her dad continues and the mood sombers, “And secondly.” He takes a deep breath, “It’s a scary time for you boys right now, I know you know that, but Steve we love you like you’re our own little Buckley, just be safe and smart. Okay?”

Steve nods again more firmly this time, and lets out a quiet, “Okay.”

So that’s it. Robin and Steve are both out to her parents. They know about Nancy. This isn’t some Upside Down science/magic? Now that she thinks about it she never got the rundown on how all of that works, and frankly as long as it stays gone, she’d rather not think about it.

***

After their emotional conversation, the dinner went back to being business as usual. As if nothing changed, and in so many ways it didn’t, but it felt a little off, there was a little less pressure sitting tight in her chest. She felt loose in a way she hadn’t in years with her parents. And to top it off they were able to convince her parents to skip out on their weekly movie night, so they could be with Nancy and Eddie.

Nancy and Eddie had decided to wait for them at Steve’s house, either to relax, or to better be prepared if they had to ditch town. They were both crowding the door right as Steve pushed it open. Eddie was bouncing his feet, and twisting his hair, while Nancy was putting on a brave face, but Robin caught her tapping her foot with pent up anxiety. So they told them everything.

Eddie sags with relief, and before she can even look at Nancy to gauge her reaction, she’s being enveloped in a tight and somehow tender hug. Nancy starts whispering praise into her ear. Robin’s legs go nearly weak at them. She lets Nancy take hold of her face, they are both beaming at each other, and then they’re kissing. Like really kissing. Nancy has her pushed back up against the closed front door, and Robin gets lost in it. Lost in the way Nancy perfume smells, in the way her lips are a little bit chapped from nervously chewing on them tonight, lost in the way she was completely, head over heels in love with Nancy Edith Wheeler.

They break apart, and Robin notices thankfully they’re alone. Doesn’t matter much when Eddie yells from the kitchen, “If you two degenerates are done fornicating in the foyer you’re more than welcome to some cheesecake and wine.” Robin hears a dull oof come from the kitchen and she knows Steve smacked him in the chest.

Nancy scoff’s and starts walking to the kitchen, “You’re one to talk Munson, hands where I can see them, and not stuck to Steve’s ass all night.”

Robin sees Steve’s eyebrow shoot up knowing that this now is a competition they all need to destroy each other in, and that’s when Robin knows that they’re going to be okay.

#platonic stobin #robin buckly #my writing #stranger things #background steddie #background ronance #cross posted on ao3

[foxboy123]

Robin, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it- Eddie, whispering: Should we call the exorcist? Steve, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick. Nancy, appalled: Call the exorcist.

#stranger things #platonic soulmates #platonic stobin #fruity four #steddie #ronance #robin buckly #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler

[emsgoodthinkin]

Bi Dom Nancy Wheeler/fruity four headcanons

She’s a very highly trained narcissist and sadist. Much research. Very educational lady.

She’s taught many girls how to obey when she would sign up to do “tutoring”sessions

She loves puppy dog eyes, it’s her weakness.. to keep edging you.

Once taught her clingy girl crush how to shave a pussy properly, by making her shave HERS, legs open in her bathtub..

Oh hunny, you better call her mommy..

Taught Steve Harrington how to eat pussy… by watching him eat Barbs

Was Robins first kiss.

Taught Eddie how to have anal.. with Steve. Had a 3some with both of them in rewards for being “mommy’s good boys”

Was Eddie’s first handjob. That’s how he knows where she lives.

reblogs appreciated :>

#dom!nancy wheeler #the fruity four #eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #joe keery #steve harrington #steddie #nancy wheeler smut #robin buckly #nancy wheeler headcanons #bi nancy wheeler #bi steve harrington #barb holland

[stevieschrodinger]

Because of the law changing Eddie/Steve and Robin/Nancy get married on the same day.

The news breaks that it's official, and all four of them look at each other and they just know. They hardly even speak as they're all pilling into Steve's car, heading to find out what they need, what paperwork there is, when the next available appointments are at the courthouse.

Because of this, it's an ongoing thing that if it ever comes up in conversation, just a casual, 'oh, how long have you been married?' Eddie will always, always, look at Nancy and say, "when did we get married?"

And every single time, without fail, Nancy will explain, "oh, I'm not married to him we just got married on the same day."

To which Eddie will always get so so offended, " why are you so quick to point that out, huh? What would be so bad about being married to me? Steven! Defend my honor!"

And they fight about it every time, and Robin and Steve love it.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #ronance #robin buckly #nancy wheeler #headcanon

[resident-gay-bitch]

Day Six of @steddie-week - true / misunderstandings / you looking at me looking at you

find the previous day here :)

Three years. 

Three beautiful years with Steve, and Eddie knew there was no coming back from this love. 

They’d been through everything together, they relied on each other, they needed each other. There was nothing more beautiful than their goddamned love and Eddie was sure of it. 

Eddie knew what kind of a guy his boyfriend was. He’s a family man. He's made a family of the Munsons, he’s made one with Buckley, he’s made one with all the little sheepies, and he’s made one of them all. Every Christmas, every birthday, every Easter, and even every Halloween they spend it together, doing things that families usually do on those days. Steve grew up with absent parents and no one to call his family, not really, and so he made family of anyone he could now. Eddie loved him terribly for it. 

Steve wanted a family, he wanted a future with kids and a Winnerbego and a house with a kitchen big enough to cook a feast in and a garden out the back. Eddie was already in the process of saving for one, though, Steve didn’t know that. He wanted it to be a surprise in a few years time. When they’re ready to upgrade from their little apartment, and Steve suggests they start saving for a home, Eddie would have the money ready for them. He wanted to give Steve everything, and he knew he’d never be able to do that, so he’d have to settle for a damn house instead. 

Eddie couldn’t give Steve the life he’d always dreamed of as a kid, he knew that, they both did. He couldn’t give Steve a wife, or birth his children, and things like that, but he could give him everything else. He could give him love, and a life, and family… and a house. 

Three years and Eddie knew Steve was all he needed in life. 

He’d been talking to Wayne and Scott about it, about what this means. Wayne had been seeing Scott for years, since Eddie’s freshman year, officially, but they’d been pining over eachother since the first parent teacher interview Eddie had in his first year of middle school. A year before the world almost ended, they’d bought matching rings and had a small celebration with the ones they loved, and made a life long promise. 

Eddie wanted to make that promise with Steve. 

Eddie also wanted to buy a house for Steve as soon as possible, but… some things would have to wait, because now he was about a grand short in his savings because he’d impulsively gone and bought them matching rings. Eddie’s a silver band with a gold strip through the middle, and Steves a gold band with a silver strip the same. They both had the others inital engraved on the inside. 

When he told Wayne and Scott, Wayne almost shed a tear, and Scott cried as if he was the one recieving the damn thing. 

He was going to do it tonight, after their anniversary dinner. He had a plan. He was going to leave the ring in a box on Steve's pillow, so when they get in and go to bed (for whatever reason) he’d find it. No smushy public declarations of love- that wasn’t Eddie’s style. He wanted it to be simple and private. Something just for them. 

Eddie put in on the pillow after Steve left for work this morning - he was doing placement at Hawkins Middle School, and then Eddie left for work. They were going to meet at the restaurant since they both had to work late tonight. 

He couldn’t help his excitement all day. 

He decided to surprise Steve on his lunch break and bring him a sub from the place he loved across the road from the mechanic Eddie worked at. He walked through the halls with a smile, dodging rushing children as he walked to his boyfriends - soon fience - classroom, knowing he likes to have lunch in their with Robin, who’s doing placement for teaching French too. They often work on lesson plans and cool things for the kids whilst they eat and gossip together. 

Eddie stopped before he walked into the classroom, hiding around the corner as he listened to Steves voice echoing out. 

“Three years, Robin!” 

Eddie felt his heart swell. 

“I can’t believe it’s been three years.” 

“Neither.” He sighed. 

“Nancy and I will have our two years in a couple of months.” 

“Time is crazy- and, you know, I didn’t think I could love him anymore, and then thismorning he woke me up with bluberry pancakes and an iced coffee- not the instant kind, either. He got up an hour early to teach himself how to make it for me, Robbie.” 

Eddie bit his lip, ducking his head as he suddenly felt a little shy. 

“Three years is serious.” 

“Yeah, I know.” Steve sighed, “I’ve been thinking about it… about us, a lot.” 

“Oh.” 

“About our life, and shit…” 

“Oh?” Robin perked up, “Like… kids and shit?” 

“Yeah.” Steve said. 

Eddie swallowed. They hadn’t talked about this before, not really. But Eddie knew they loved each other, and would do what they could with what they had. Or… that’s what he’d thought anyway. He thought their love was enough.

“I’ve always had this dream of-”

“Of a wife and six kids in a Winnebego?” Robin snorted, “Yes, I’m well aware. You know, I’m committed to the woman you told that dream too, once upon a time.” 

“Yeah, well, don’t worry. I don’t see her in it anymore.”

 “Better not.” Robin said. 

“But… I dunno. Eddie can’t really give me that.” Steve said simply, and Eddie didn’t think those six simple words could tear open his heart, but they did. They fucking broke him, “He can’t give me normal.” 

Normal? 

What… what even was normal? What part of any of their relationship been normal? They got together because an alternate-fucking-dimention forced them together where Eddie almost died! How was any of that normal? 

Maybe Eddie’s love wasn’t good enough for Steve. Fuck, it was good enough for Eddie. But he supposed he didn’t have these big dreams about family. He wanted one with Steve, sure, he wanted to give Steve whatever he wanted. But… but Eddie wasn’t enough for Steve. Eddie wasn’t normal enough for Steve. 

Eddie couldn’t be here right now, or he’d probably do something he’d really regret. So he ran. He headed back to work and had a horrible feeling in his gut for the rest of his shift. As he cleaned himeself up and changed into the nicer clothes he’d bought in the cramped bathroom of the mechanic shop, he prepared himself for heartbreak. 

Steve was going to leave him, despite still being in love, because Eddie just wasn’t enough for him. Eddie just wasn’t normal enough. 

– 

 “Better not.” Robin said. 

“But… I dunno. Eddie can’t really give me that.” Steve said with a shrug of his shoulders, “He can’t give me normal.” 

“Steve, you did not just say that.” Robin said behind her fork. 

“I mean, like… normal, as in the heteronormative dream I’ve always had and been conditioned to want for most of my life.” Steve sighed and stabbed at his pasta, “I don’t really want that anymore, is what I’m trying to say. Like… the six kids and a wife on my arm? No way, man.”

“Okay…” 

“Eddie is the farthest thing from normal that I’ve ever experienced, and I just… I love it. I fucking love him, and I wouldn’t have it any other way, you know?” He shook his head with a fond smile, “Eddie can’t legally give me marriage- though, I’ve been thinking abou that and I might ask him to marry me anyway-”

“Steve… no way.” Robin slapped his shoulder, “Really?” 

“Mhm… I’m thinking his birthday. So… that gives me a couple of months to save up for a ring.” 

“Make me your maid of honour.” 

“Obviously.” Steve shook his head at her, “But anyway, he can’t marry me, or like… give birth to my children, or anything, but I don’t care. Like, he’s everything to me… he’s more than enough.” 

“You sap.” Robin smiled and shoved some salad into her mouth. 

Steve blushed slightly and laughed, “And like, I’ve got the kids- even though theyre all about to become adults very soon which is sickening to think about, and… and I’ve got these kids for now, and next year if I get this job, I’ll get my own class of kids, and that’s plenty, you know?” 

“Yeah.” 

“And he and I can roadtrip- the last one we took was one of the best weeks of my life, Robbie-”

“I know. You tell me all the time.” She smiled. 

“I dunno. I’ve just been thinking about my future a lot, and I’ve just realised I’m very happy and wouldn’t want it any other way.” 

“I’m so happy for you, dingus.” She nudged their shoulders together. 

“Yeah… me too.” 

– 

Eddie got to dinner like, ten minutes late. 

First, he sat on his bike for about five full minutes before starting the engine because he was procrastinating the inevitable. Then when he finally did start to dive, he went about five under the speed limit opposed to his usual ten over. And third, when he pulled up at the restaurant, he spent a good couple of minutes just sitting there, staring through the window at Steve sitting at their table for two, still dressed in his work clothes, the sleeves of his blue and purple button up rolled to his elbows and his dorky teacher glasses that Eddie loved sitting on his nose. He looked so nervous, bouncing his knee, tapping his fingers on the table and constantly checking the time on his watch. Eddie felt bad for making him wait, but he just couldn’t do it. He wasn’t ready to be without Steve. He just wanted to go home- 

Home. 

Would he go home? Would they go home together still? 

What would any of this mean? 

Eddie was ready to take the next step forward, and Steve wanted to take two steps back. 

Steve turned his head to look out the window, and fuck he was seen. No running now. Steve waved at him with a little smile, a smile Eddie usually melted for, but tonight he hated. 

He pulled his helmet off and climbed off of the bike he’d traded the van in for last year. 

Steve did not like it at first. It scared him. But then Eddie convinced Steve he could do it safely. He just loved the feeling of the wind in his hair and having the freedom like that, plus it was so cool. And after Eddie took Steve for a little joyride, and Steve realised he could koala off of Eddie’s back and press himself into the shape of Eddie the whole time, he started to like it a little. 

He’d also said, on multiple occasions, when Eddie rocked up somewhere on it, that he looked like “the very definition of a wet dream on that damn thing”. And he’d love it when Eddie would take off the helmet and shake his hair out and give Steve a little grin. He’d always come up and grab his face and just kiss him silly. He’d tell him how hot he thought he was. Sometimes he’d ask Eddie to take him for a spin. One time they fucked on the bike, which was… so cool. 

Oh fuck. Eddie wouldn’t be able to look at the bike without thinking of Steve now, let alone ride it. 

He’d have to sell it. 

Goodbye cool dream, hello eternal loneliness. 

Shit. It was going to be like that with most things, wasn’t it? 

“Hi, baby.” Steve said, pulling Eddie into a hug before sitting back down. 

“Hi.” Eddie swallowed and sat down across from him, he picked up the menu immediately. 

“Uh…” Steve shuffled a little closer in his seat and leant his elbows on the table, “Happy anniversary.” 

Eddie glanced up with a smile, “Yeah, you too.” 

Fuck, he wanted to cry. 

There was silence for a moment before Steve ducked his head, “How was your day? Did you figure out the issue with Ms. Disillas’s Bug?” 

Eddie shook his head, “Still a mystery.” 

Steve nodded, “I had a good day.” 

“Mhm.” Fuck you. 

“Uh… one of the girls in the class I’m working in- Katie, she… she made this for our anniversary.” He slid a little three dimensional paper heart across the table, “Artsy little kid.” 

“You told the class?” Eddie asked, flopping his menu down. 

“Ah, no…” Steve poked his glasses to shove them back up his nose, and Eddie had to fight off the immediate urge to smile and call him pretty, “Just… she knows because she heard me and Rob’s talking about it today.” 

So did I, Eddie thought, “Cool.” 

Steve nodded slowly, “You hungry?” 

“Yep.” Eddie sighed and looked at the menu again. 

“You wanna share?” Steve asked, “I can’t decide between a few things.”

 “Whatever.” Eddie said. 

Steve hesitated before saying, “O- okay.” 

They looked at the menus for a little longer in silence, and then when Steve suggested a couple of items, Eddie just nodded his head and agreed. A waiter took their order and they were left in silence again. 

“I got an A on my last assessment.” Steve said with a smile, “It’s looking good, for me to get my own class next year, I mean… full time.” 

Eddie was so proud of him. God, so fucking proud. And if he wasn’t about to get his heart broken, he’d be over there, smoothing Steve with kisses, not giving a damn who looked their way. 

“That’s great.” 

“Are- are you okay, Eddie?” Steve swallowed. 

He felt bad for putting Steve on edge like this, but he just couldn’t fucking do it. 

“No.” 

Steve’s eyebrows raised a little, and he nodded, “O- okay… what’s the matter, baby-”

“This relationship is about to be over. That is my problem.” 

Steve flinched back, “What?” 

“I’m not what you need.” Eddie said, in full defence mode, “I’m not what you need, and were fucking over. How do you expect me to be okay, Steve?” 

“You’re not-” 

“No, I’m not.” Eddie shook his head, “I’m a fucking Freak.” 

“Eddie.” Steve pressed with a shake of his head, “Wh- where is this coming from?” 

“Don’t act like you don’t know.” Eddie lent forward, “I know you love me, but I also know I’m not what you need.” 

Steve blinked a few times, and Eddie hated his goddamn glasses because they magnified Steve's teary eyes. It crushed Eddie, to hurt Steve like this, but Steve was hurting him too. 

“I’m not letting this go on any longer, I can’t… I can’t deal with it.” Eddie shook his head, because he felt sick. How was he supposed to sit through an entire dinner with Steve knowing he was about to be dumped, “I can’t, Steve. I can’t do this.” 

He pressed a hand over his mouth and tried to will away his tears because he couldn’t just fucking breakdown in the middle of a packed restaurant. 

“You can’t do this?” Steve asked, “You… so we’re- we’re over?” 

Eddie swallowed the lump in his throat, and he was crying, “Yeah… yeah, I guess we fucking are.” 

“Uhm…” Steve took a shaky breath and wiped a tear from his eye, “That’s it?” 

Eddie shrugged and looked away. 

“Three years for… for nothing.” 

Eddie hated everything so much. 

Not for nothing. Never for nothing. 

But… but Steve thinks it’s for nothing?

God, fuck, this hurts more than he thought it would. 

“I still love you… so- so fucking much, Stevie.” Eddie sobbed, refusing to look at him because he just couldn’t. But he needed Steve to know this. He needed Steve to know he was loved, despite the pain he was causing, “I always fucking will.” 

“I still love you too.” Steve croaked. 

Eddie couldn’t do this, “Yeah.” He stood, “I- I need to… I can’t be here.” 

“Well- where… where will you go?” Steve stood too.

“I dunno.” Because he didn’t. 

He kinda just wanted to get on his bike and drive, and never fucking stop until he was dead. 

Steve swallowed, “Give… give me ten minutes to pack some things.” He wouldn’t look at Eddie now either, “Rob and Nance have a spare room.” 

Eddie nodded, even though that sounded like a shit idea because that meant he had to sleep in the apartment with all of their things. Things Eddie thought he might start burning if left alone with too long tonight. But he didn’t have the energy or power to say anything else. He couldn’t let Steve know just how deeply this hurt. 

Steve stood there for a moment, and Eddie didn’t look at him, and then Steve left. Eddie turned away from the doors and held his breath for a bit, trying his best not to fucking break down. When he saw Steve’s car pull out of the car park, he made a beeline for his bike and shattered. 

He got on, and went for a drive, and didn’t stop driving until he ended up back at their little apartment. 

– 

Steve was… well, he didn’t know what he was feeling. 

Eddie had… he’d just broken up with Steve, because apparently he “wasn’t what Steve needed”, whatever fucking bullshit that meant. But… fuck, Steve was thinking about marrage, and a future, and a life together, and Eddie wanted to end things. He couldn’t bring himself to fight it. 

Maybe tomorrow. Tonight though, tonight he’d go pack a bag, and knock on Robin's door crying, and drop into her arms and let himself be held about it. He’d feel his heart break and his world be ripped from under him. Then tomorrow, he’d let the girls talk some sense into him and he’d go find Eddie for a fight. And they’d scream and cry and either Steve would convince him he was fucking stupid and get him back, or he’d leave there more broken than he’d ever been before. 

He really hoped it wasn’t going to be that last one, but he also knew how damn stubborn Eddie could be, and when he got something in his head, it wasn’t fucking changing. 

He pulled up across the street from their place, rather than parking in the garage since he’d be leaving so soon, and hurried inside. He really didn’t want to bump into Eddie on his way out. 

He stormed through the house down to their little room, and Steve tried his best not to break more than he already was. He grabbed a bag from their wardrobe and started shoving clothes into it, just enough for a couple of nights. He moved to the bathroom and started tossing in toiletries before heading to the kitchen to grab his migraine medications. He stopped still when he saw the pan in the sink from the pancakes Eddie had made him this morning. He bit down on his hand and dropped to the floor crying. 

How could he do this? 

In one day. How could he go from making Steve pancakes and iced coffee in bed and smothering him in kisses and… other things that made Steve have a very good morning, to… to deciding Steve didn’t need him anymore and dumping him? How the fuck does that even happen? 

Steve felt sick. 

He rushed to the bathroom and spilled his guts into the toilet bowl. 

After cleaning himself up a bit and calming down well enough, he went into their - well, no longer their - room to change because he didn’t want to be in these clothes anymore. He didn’t want to wear the shirt that Eddie dumped him in. He wanted to burn it. 

He shucked off his shoes and pants and tossed the shirt as far as he could, and pulled on the first t-shirt he found that wasn’t Eddies, and he hated how much it still smelt like him. He walked over to his bedside, whilst he remembered, and grabbed his eyedrops and the case for his glasses and hearing aid and- 

He picked up the little box that sat on his pillow. It wasn’t there this morning. Eddie must have gotten him a present, even though they said they wouldn’t do that. 

He opened the box slowly to see the edge of a gold ring- he slammed the box shut. It was the ring he gave Eddie on their second anniversary, wasn’t it? A ring his grandpa had given him before he died, one of the few people in Steve's family he actually missed, it was one he’d found the day he got shipped home from the war and promised to see his wife again. Called it his good luck charm. After Steve found Eddie, he didn’t think his luck could get any better, and he’d slipped it onto Eddie’s finger that night whilst he was sleeping. Eddie was his good luck charm. But it was here, in this box now wasn’t it. No longer slung on a chain around Eddie’s neck (because it was too special to wear to the shop and fuck up and he didn’t wear gold rings), worn every day. Now it was in this box, given back to Steve. 

Steve reached a hand up and brushed his fingers over the pic that lay around his neck, the one Eddie always wore, his very first pic he’d ever owned. He’d given it to Steve after one of their worst fights within the first year, when Eddie kicked and screamed and couldn’t bear to have Steve around trying to make him better. When he just wanted to neglect the world and be alone and grieve and blame himself for all the blood spilt around him. After Eddie had collapsed into his arms and apologised for all of the horrible things he’d said to Steve, and how he loved him more than anything and promised he’d never mean those things. He’d given Steve the necklace as a promise. A promise that no matter what, he’d love Steve with everything he had, and that he needed him. 

That promise felt so small right now. 

Steve couldn’t bring himself to take it off. Not right now. He just wanted to wear it for another minute. 

He closed his eyes and opened the little box to take the ring back, but what he saw inside wasn’t the gold band he’d see resting on Eddie’s chest every night before bed. It was a different one, with a silver strip through the middle, and on the inside, looking up to him, was a small ‘E’ engraved into the gold. 

He heard the door click open, and swing shut, and Eddie’s heavy footsteps carried through the apartment. Steve couldn’t bring himself to move. So he stood there, in a tshirt and his underwear, staring at this ring with Eddie’s initial that was left on his pillow, on their anniversary, feeling absolutely confused. 

–

Eddie was glad Steve's car wasn’t in the garage. That meant he was gone, and Eddie wouldn't have to face him again. He didn’t think he could face him again, he might just shatter and end up a broken heap on the ground. 

He marched into the apartment and tossed his helmet onto the sofa, and headed for the bedroom. He couldn’t stay here, not tonight. He was going to grab a few things and knock on his uncle's door. Being here made him feel sick. 

He pushed open the door and stopped dead in his tracks, because there by the bed, stood Steve. 

There stood Steve with the ring Eddie had bought him in hand. 

Fuck. 

He was crying again, “You said ten minutes.” 

Steve looked up and blinked with wet eyes, “Has it been ten minutes?” 

“I don’t know.” Eddie said, his voice high pitched and almost a whine, “I can’t do this.” 

“Me either.” Steve sobbed, “You think this is easy for me?” 

“No.” Eddie pressed a hand over his mouth and took in a shallow breath. 

“What is this?” Steve held up the box.

Eddie couldn’t look at it. He couldn’t look at Steve. He wanted to disappear. He wanted the ground to open up again and swallow him whole. 

“Eddie.” Steve pressed, moving the box into his eyeline, “What is this?” 

Eddie swallowed and looked down at Steve's feet, “It’s an engagement ring.” 

Steve's breath hitched, “You- you bought me an engagement ring?” 

Eddie nodded and started wailing, “I want a life with you, Stevie. I fucking love you.” 

“So why’d you dump me?” 

“Because I couldn’t sit through a whole dinner or longer- I couldn’t… I couldn’t lay in bed with you tonight knowing you didn’t want this.” 

“Want what, Eddie?” 

“Me!” He choked out, his face hot, and he looked at Steve and he looked just as broken as Eddie, “I’m not what you need.” 

Steve shook his head and wiped at his tears, but it was useless, because they just kept falling, “Why do you think that?” 

“You said it.” Eddie sniffled, “I heard you- you… I’m not normal.”

 “What?” 

“Today…” He spluttered, “I- I went to visit you at lunch and bring you the meatball sub you like, and I heard you and Robin talking.” 

Steve took a little step back, “What?” He swallowed, “What do you think I said?” 

“That I’m not normal.” Eddie sobbed, “That I can’t give you the life you’ve always dreamed about.” 

Steve went silent. 

Eddie looked away and cried some more, “I heard- you… you said that, and I just… I couldn’t bear to hear anymore, so I left, and I spent all afternoon on the brink of a breakdown over it. I- thought I was enough. I thought what we have- had was enough for you, but- but I didn’t want to- I didn’t want to stop you from having the life you need. Even if it’s fucking without me.” 

“Oh my god.” Steve whined and rushed up to Eddie, cupping his cheeks, the ring box smushing into one of them, “You’re so dumb.” 

“Not fucking helping.” Eddie spluttered, trying to look away, but Steve wouldn’t let him. 

“You idiot- Oh, I love you.” 

Eddie cried so hard he couldn’t breathe, “I love you so much- pl- please don’t do this.” 

Steve shook his head, “You’re a terrible eavesdropper.” He licked his pretty lips, “If you’d just listened for a minute longer you would have heard me tell Robin that I don’t want normal, anymore. I haven’t since you stepped into my life, you beautiful fucking idiot.” 

Eddie stopped breathing, “What?” 

“I want you.” Steve smiled, “I don’t want anything normal, as long as I can have you. You are everything to me, love.” 

“But- but I can’t… I can’t marry you, or give you kids-” 

“I’ve got the sheepies.” Steve shook his head with the warmest of smiles, and Eddie felt his heart start to beat again, “I’ve got the kids I’m teaching. I don’t need them, when I have you- plus, as the kids get older I’ll have the opportunity to be an uncle.” 

“You don’t-” 

“I do.” Steve muttered, “And this…” he shook the ring box, “It’s closer than close enough.” 

Eddie sobbed and pressed his forehead against Steves, probably with a little too much aggression because it hurt the both of them, but they also didn’t care. 

“If you’d listened a little longer, you would have heard me telling Robin I planned on buying one of these for your birthday.” 

Eddie’s back straightened up and he looked at Steve very carefully, “You were?” 

“Yeah- I mean… if I could afford one by then, but- well, now I don’t have too.” Steve smiled and Eddie let himself melt this time. He could melt. He was fucking mush, “Well… are you going to ask me, dumbass?” 

Eddie laughed softly and took the ring box from Steve, plucked out the ring with very shaky fingers. Steve placed his hands over Eddie’s, warm and calming. Eddie glanced up at Steve, and Steve was giving him that look that meant he was very in love.

Oh, you don’t know how fucking good that look made Eddie feel right now. 

Eddie held the ring between two fingers and took a deep breath, and it was a little shaky from crying so much, and he hated how sad they both looked whilst this was happening, but it was happening, and he was very grateful it could. 

“Will you- well, fuck, you can’t… not legally so- well,” Eddie sniffled and smiled sadly, “will you pretend marry me, Stevie?” 

Steve spluttered and laughed, his hand just as shaky as he held it out for Eddie, and he was crying again, “Yeah- yeah I’ll fucking pretend marry you.” Eddie slipped the ring onto his finger, “It will be real to us, I promise.” 

Eddie sobbed and held Steve's hand tight. He dropped the ring box, not caring about it anymore, and lifted Steve's knuckles to his lips to kiss, “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Steve cried and cradled Eddie’s face again, “You’re a fucking mess.” 

Eddie laughed wetly and leant into Steve’s hold, “You’re my fiance.” 

Steve nodded and wiped away Eddie’s tears, “Next time you overhear me and Robin talking, and you think I want to break up with you… don’t think that.” 

“Okay.” Eddie promised, because he’d never make that horrible mistake again, “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry, baby.” Steve ran his hands down the sides of Eddie’s neck and lay them on his chest, “It’s okay now.” 

Eddie nodded and reached out for Steve's hips, pulling him in close. Steve's eyes were fixed on the ring on his finger, and he looked very happy to see it there. 

“I’m your fiance.” Steve muttered. 

“Yeah?” Eddie croaked, because he was still fucking crying, but it was mostly happy tears now. 

“Yeah.” Steve smiled, his cheeks red and his eyes swollen, but his smile was still the brightest thing Eddie had ever seen. 

Steve leant up to kiss him, and it was a good kiss. It was a very good kiss. It felt so full of love, and hope, and promise. 

It was a promise that they’d love eachother forever. 

“I’m so sorry, my Angel.” Eddie muttered against his lips, “I’m so-”

“I know, Eddie.” Steve held him by the jaw gently, and they started to sway together, “I know.” 

Eddie nudged their noses together, “Not a very happy anniversary.” 

“It’s the happiest one in my books.” Steve sniffled and smiled, “So… does this mean we're back together?” 

Eddie laughed and kissed him again, “If you’ll have me, sweetheart.” 

Steve slung his arms over Eddie’s shoulders and kissed him harder, “I’ll always have you, love.” 

**

read Day Seven here

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#steddie week 2023 #jay writes #Day Six #steddie #angst #miscommunication #true #missunderstandings #you looking at me looking at you #eddie x steve #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie pov #steve pov #stranger things 4 #stranger things #proposal #robin buckly #side ronance #side clarkson #wayne munson #scott clarke #they figure it out in the end #eddie's just a stubborn self deprecating queen #post vecna #eddie lives #engagement #established relationship

[typicalsoupcan]

I wonder if in season five they're gonna introduce another either cannonically queer or super queer coded character that latches on to Steve like he produces the air they breath. They've done this twice now and you know what they say third time's a charm.

#i mean come on #the introduce robin #whos a leabian #and theyre connected at the hip to the point that dustin wont stop bothering about dating #and then they introduce eddie #whos like #im going to help this boy in his love life because holy shit hes actually cool and i like talking to him??? #what??? #robin buckly #steve harrington #robin and steve #stranger things #platonic with a capital p #eddie mudson

[cam-stopped-eating-candles]

Shitty lil Chrissy and Robin doodle bcs when Chrissy was first introduced I thought they were gonna be gfs. I was wrong :(

#what are they doin? you decide #stranger things #robin buckly #chrissy cunningham #justice for chrissy #chrissy x robin #buckingham

[merlinm196]

Ronance and steddie based on this post by @appledaggerst

#ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckly #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #dustin henderson #ronance fanart #steddie fanart #platonic stobin #stobin fanart

[anarcoqueer1994]

Steve talking about Eddie and Robin. Eddie knows whats good for him

#steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckly #steddie #platonic soulmates #stobin #stranger things