#steve has bisexual panic

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you're poison running through my veins

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inspired by the recent events (think of a singer and football player) and ofc, inspired by the brilliant, @henderdads, who has graciously allowed me to make this into a whole thing. 👀

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*i don’t know ANYTHING about the NFL, so sorry for the obvious mistakes*

”What do you mean?” Steve looks up from tying his shoelaces, and stares at his agent.

“Harrington, how many times do I have to say this?” Robin smirks at him, “He’s here. He’s sitting with Mama Joyce.”

Steve’s 100% sure a wire short circuits in his brain. He blinks rapidly at her before asking once again.

“Eddie Munson?”

Robin hums, “Ahuh.”

“Like the 12 time Grammy winner, Eddie Munson, from Corroded Coffin?”

Robin slaps a hand on her forehead, “Yes, Steve! Eddie Munson is in the stadium right now. You’re the one who asked me to arrange his seats.”

Steve jumps from the wooden benches, “I didn’t think he would come!”

Robin crosses her arms, “First of all, you were the one who made that bracelet with your number on it—“

“I WAS DRUNK!”

Robin puts up a finger, “You weren’t drunk when you brought it to his concert and asked Lucas Sinclair to hand it to him. You also weren’t drunk when you announced it on a podcast, when it could’ve been a secret for all of us to keep. Second of all, you whined and annoyed me until I finally caved in, called his publicist to finally arrange the whole thing and the thanks I get is more whining?!”

Oh no. Steve stares at her, as all of the things she said finally sinks in. Oh no. Eddie Munson is in the crowd. He came. Steve asked and Eddie came. He’s gonna watch Steve Harrington play. Weirdly, he wonders if this is what Eddie feels when he’s about to play sold out arenas. Steve’s never felt nervous to play, the field is— well— his comfort place and not once has he had this sense of dread to play. Not even when he had to play the Super Bowl.

"I didn't think he'd come!" Steve panics.

“Uh-oh. No time for panic attacks. The game starts in about 15 minutes.”

“Oh my god.” Steve groans as she pushes him out of the locker rooms to the halls. There’s TVs in every corner, and one TV catches his attention.

There he is.

Eddie Munson’s sitting beside his adoptive mother and his siblings. Dear God. In what world is this real?

The commentator squeals in delight as he broadcasts, “Here’s one for the books, one that’s surely going to break the internet tonight. In the crowd tonight, we have the lead singer of best selling metal group, Eddie Munson. The rumors are apparently true! Harrington and Munson are definitely friends, maybe even more?”

Steve groans as Sinclair moves pass him, bumping shoulders. A huge smirk on his face, “I didn’t think you could do it, but I have to say, I am very proud of you.”

”Leave me alone.” He sulks as Lucas walks down the hall laughing his head off.

When Steve started talking to Eddie, he never really thought he’d end up here. Did he want something serious with Eddie? Well, yes. He’s been crushing on the man since he realized he was bisexual and Eddie was already the cover of the Seventeen magazine for nth time. But Eddie was a superstar singer who’s still on a world tour that has already sold billions, so no, Steve didn’t expect him to be here. He also knows that Eddie just got out of a pretty public break-up, so he didn’t expect anything but friendship. He just— shoot his shot and prayed to the Gods.

Steve thinks back to the conversation they had a few nights ago. A conversation only possible through the help of prayer and two shots of vodka.

“You wanna go out this Sunday?” Steve asks, trying his best to keep the nerves under the wraps.

“Isn’t that the day of the game?” Eddie speaks over the phone and Steve still can’t fathom the fact that he’s talking to Eddie Munson on a regular Wednesday night.

“Yeah, I mean. We can go out after the game.” Steve gulps, and he feels the need to take another shot.

”Huh.” Eddie hums, “Would that be a date, Harrington?”

“Yes.” Steve lightly bangs his head on the wall, “I mean, if you want it to be.” Steve covers his mouth to muffle the embarrassing sounds that comes out from him. What a wuss.

“Here, let’s play a fun little game. Let’s wait till Sunday.” Steve can hear the smirk in his voice, and god, Steve will have to look up the damn “Eddie Munson smirks for 10 minutes” compilation on Youtube again.

”What do you mean?”

“I’ll think about it. On Sunday, if I’m in the crowd then maybe we can get some dinner. If I’m not, then maybe next time.” There’s a playfulness in his voice that makes Steve want to tear his hair out.

Steve gnaws at his lips, that sounds easy enough, “Okay. That sounds… easy.”

Eddie laughs. It’s music to Steve’s ears and he feels pathetic, “Not so easy, big boy. If I’m there, you have to get a touchdown and then it’s a date. If not, then we hang out with your siblings. They’re pretty cool.”

Steve stares at the wall in his room, there’s maybe 50% chance he’ll get a touchdown. He could talk to Sinclair and McKinney to get him the ball. He could do it. It’s just another touchdown. He’s done—what?— like 50 touchdowns in his life.

”Okay.” Steve gulps, “Let’s do it.”

“HARRINGTON!” Steve blinks back to the present, lifting his eyes away from the picture of Eddie Munson wearing the red windbreaker representing his team.

Hopper’s calling him over, a smirk clear on his face. Why is everyone fucking smirking at him? “I see you’re distracted. I hope this doesn’t cripple your ability to play.”

”Hop!” Steve groans, only for his coach to laugh and pat him in the back.

“Go on! Line up!” Hop smiles, winking at him, “Good luck out there.”

Steve puts on his helmet, before taking a few deep breathes.

He just needs a touchdown. One touchdown.

Steve smiles.

He’d do anything for Eddie Munson.

A touchdown is nothing.

#okay so again i dont know anything about nfl and football #i will write more after i finish this three hour long video about football #thank you cass for allowing me to write this #i love you from the bottom of my heart #this are the only worms i have right now #steddie #dae writes #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie rants #steddie headcanon #daeheadcanons #steddie famous au #steddie fanfic

[boyfriendstevie]

No because the way Steve would get soooo smug if Robin had the hots for his girl. So much for teasing him and calling him names when he’s the one to see your boobs every day 😮‍💨

has this... become my niche? i'm not mad abt it as a bisexual girly who's in love w both of them lol

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Oh he’d be sooooo smug. He’d tease her about it every chance he got. He knows it’s not anything real, that Robin just thinks you’re hot, and he’s inclined to agree. Of course his girl is stunningly beautiful and sexy, and he’s definitely going to rub it in Robin’s face. 

You’re heading to a fancy event or maybe just a night out so you’re all kind of dressed up, and Robin and Steve are waiting for you to finish up. When you walk out to the living room, both of their jaws drop. You’ve got on something with a plunging neckline and a slit up your leg, and the fabric is accentuating all the right curves and you feel hot. Clearly, you look hot, too, if their reactions are anything to go by. 

Steve whistles appreciatively and holds his hand out for you to take, “Well, look at you, pretty baby. Stunning, and so sexy.” He twirls you around once you take his hand, making you giggle, his eyes scanning your body as you turn. “Christ, sweetheart, y’gonna kill me. Robin, too.”

Robin, bless her heart, is standing there silently, mouth still open as she watches you turn. Steve takes notice of his best friend, how stunned she seems to be by your appearance, and nudges Robin’s side with his elbow, “Doesn’t she look gorgeous, Robs?”

The nudge finally gets her attention and she blinks, coughing to clear her throat, “Oh, yep, definitely. Y’look… look really good.” If she thinks she’s being inconspicuous with how she’s staring at you, she’s sorely mistaken — her eyes trail up your body, darting from the slit exposing your thigh, to your chest. “That’s definitely— definitely a nice dress!” 

“Thanks, Robin,” you giggle in reply as you loop your arm through Steve’s, “You look really nice, too.” 

She flushes instantly, face warm and pink behind her bangs. She giggles nervously, tucking her hair behind her ear, and then untucking it as she murmurs her thanks. Steve knows this move; she’s nervous from the attention of a beautiful girl. He’ll definitely have to tease her about it later. 

“Oh!” you exclaim suddenly, freeing yourself from Steve’s grasp, “I almost forgot… can one of you finish zipping this up? I couldn’t get it all the way.” 

“I was just about to go start the car… Robin, you can help, right?” Steve asks, throwing his best friend a wink as he grabs his keys and heads towards the door. He knows it’ll send her into full gay panic mode, but it’ll be good for her, right? And yeah, she sends him daggers as he slips out the door, but she manages to help with only mildly shaky hands and a blush that won’t leave her cheeks. 

#steve harrington #robin buckley #steve thots #robin thots #kit writes #anon #kit answers #steve harrington x reader #robin buckley x reader

[undead-supernova]

HIGH TOLERANCE

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Masterlist

warnings: gay disasters, Steve (derogatory), a bit of angst but that's a given for pining best friend!eddie so enter at your own risk, weed consumption (but what's new in a series about weed consumption)

pairings: modern!bestfriend!Eddie x fem!reader (both bisexual bitches)

plot: let's go sing some karaoke and feel like we're dying, shall we?

wc: 6k

p.s. I listened to "Watch" by Maisie Peters the entire time I wrote this and I just cannot for the life of me let The Good Witch go. Anyone else in a chokehold from that album? Anyways, here you go!

Part 2: "Live Resin"

“For you, my good sir!” you exclaimed, feigning a British accent as you got down on one knee and presented Eddie with a joint like it was a sword. And it was an immediate scrape to your knee, your black crop top and miniskirt riding up. You tried to save yourself by planting your maroon Converse on the ground, but it was met with instant failure. Eddie chuckled, grabbing your arm to try and stabilize you before he continued the bit. 

(Leave it to Eddie Munson to commit to a bit.)

“For me?” he asked, feigning a gasp as he threw his hand over his chest, his rings clinking together. “You shouldn’t have.”

You exaggerated a wink as you stood back up. 

“Sure, I did.”

“Wha’da we got, Weirdo?”

You repeated what the guy at Jailbait Hemp told you. It was a THC-A pre-roll that was covered in live resin (which technically has a higher concentration level than just the THC-A alone). It burned differently than other joints, a glaze lining the paper to burn like honey. 

Let it in slow and watch it go.

“She sure is a pretty one,” Eddie said, lightly running the pad of his pointer finger along the resin. It didn’t flake off or leave any residue on his finger. Incredible.

You smirked. “I know, right?”

“Kinda like you.”

You swallowed immediately, nearly choking as the spit went down wherever the wrong pipe was located.

Panic, panic, panic. 

“Oh, whatever,” you said, waving him away. You distracted yourself with wiping the gravel off of the scrape on your knee that showed promise of blood but stayed put. The most embarrassing thing you could think of was having to ask someone for a Band-aid because you were too busy doing a bit with a joint to remember that you weren’t wearing pants. Eddie would love that a little too much and you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction.

“You’re right,” Eddie said with a nod, causing you to look back up. “Doesn’t come close to you, m’lady.” Without another word or time for you to even remotely process, he held out his hand and made obnoxious grabbing gestures. “Alright. Gimme, gimme. Wanna light her up.”

With shaky fingers, you handed it over. Eddie took his black Bic lighter and ran the flame back and forth against the twisted end of the paper. It took him two or three tries to keep it lit, but he finally got it, moving it around in circles to let it burn as evenly as it could. The air instantly thickened with the smell. But to be fair, you smelled weed wherever you went in Atlanta. Even on the highway somehow.

You could hear the music from Go Ask Mary from two blocks away, the bass of Madonna’s “Vogue” booming through the walls. It was almost time for karaoke to start and, to be honest, you were excited. Eddie had picked up some extra shifts at the car dealership and your shitty retail jobs at the Lenox Square mall had been draining. Especially when you were surrounded by stores like Chanel and Tiffany & Co. It was always your dream to work at a Sephora where all the pretentious rich people complained about needing a new Balenciaga bag before arguing with you when their sheer Tom Ford lipstick was out of stock. 

This was the first time you’d seen Eddie in a week, despite him practically begging to come over at 2am to watch the first Lord of the Rings movie on a Monday. The extended edition to be exact, all three hours of Elijah Wood and Sean Astin being the most iconic couple of the fantasy realm. It was embarrassing to admit, but you nearly considered calling out just so you could.

Tonight, you couldn’t wait to let off some steam, especially with the person who made every day worth it. Eddie looked as he usually did with all his chains and rings and pretty face and attitude. It was disgustingly unfair that he could wear variations of the same outfit every time you saw him and somehow looked better and better every time.

“There you guys are,” Steve sighed as he and Robin walked over from the bar. 

Steve was still in his suit, just without his tie and blazer. A few buttons of his white button down were popped with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Robin wore an oversized cotton button down, white with navy stripes and a loose navy tie. She looked like she was going to the beach for the day, even going so far as to wear jean shorts and checkerboard Vans.

“We should’ve known you were smoking,” Robin said, nose wrinkling before she pulled out her flask from her back pocket and took a few sips. “Did you know that one joint is, like, the equivalent of five cigarettes? I heard it on a podcast the other day and, believe me, that sounds bad. Like, really bad.”

“What else is new?” you joked, taking the joint from Eddie and filling your lungs with a few hearty drags. “At least we’re not vaping. That’s, what, the equivalent of a hundred cigarettes?”

Robin shook her head. “Actually, I read that a thousand-puff vape is the equivalent of five to six packs.” She paused, moving her fingers through the air as she solved the problem in her head. “So…about one-twenty?”

Eddie hummed, nodding. “Aren’t you glad I stopped smoking cigs six months ago?”

“Well, yes.”

“So smoking weed should be the least of your worries, Buckley.”

“You have a point. But honestly—"  

“Rob!” Steve interrupted. “Rob, listen. I have exciting news.”

“What is it?” you asked.

“I’m getting the first round,” he said proudly. “I got a bonus at work.”

“Thanks, Steve,” you said, genuinely touched by the offer. “That’s awesome, though. You’re literally moving up in the world.”

“Bringing in the big bucks, this one,” Eddie teased with a big smile as he took the joint from you. “Always a generous giver.”

Steve glared at Robin. “She thinks I should quit.”

“No, I do not!” Robin argued. “I just think you’re in a weird environment with weird men—" 

The high was already making its way through you, causing you to not-so-subtly stare at Eddie again. His eyes were trained on yours as Steve and Robin rattled on, entering some bickering fest that you were positive he wasn’t listening to. And the way he was looking at you… Well, it didn’t seem that platonic, did it? 

His eyes were doing that thing again, that slow gaze down your body before reaching back up to your eyes. Your fingers inched just a little bit closer to his and you almost swore you could hear his rings again as they fluttered towards yours. 

Robin cleared her throat, causing you to look back at her. She was eyeing you specifically, not even bothering to look at Eddie. 

Could she see it? What did she know? Was there anything to know?

“Well, we’ll be inside,” she said, grabbing Steve’s arm. “Have fun with the extra cancer!”

Eddie chuckled. “Thanks, Buckley.”

You watched them walk away, right back in their little fight. It was nice to be around them again. Truly, it was. You didn’t have too many friends outside of Eddie, always working during the week and never truly finding time to go out unless Eddie dragged you along. You could engage in small talk with strangers at Go Ask Mary on the weekends, but it was different when you got home and found your phone void of anyone to tell those stories to. Zero messages, not even from your parents or your sister. No Instagram DMs of cute animals or Tumblr messages of photography and memes. Just a phone that looked more like a coffin full of wires than access to the whole world.

Except for Eddie.

As he turned back to you, he lifted the joint and let it hover just above your lips. 

“Want some more?” he asked.

You looked up at him, nearly startled by how close he was to you. God, what was it about him? Maybe it was the dark color of his eyes, still illuminated in the warm sunset, nearly glazed over with a golden sheen. Maybe it was the way his hair was doing that thing after a fresh wash where the ends were slightly curlier than the rest. Or maybe it was the way his tips of his sneakers were meeting yours and the smell of tobacco and car air freshener was wafting off of him.

“Come on, you can’t deny you want it.”

“Um,” you stumbled. “Yeah. Yeah, I want it.”

“Yeah?”

Nodding, you felt his fingers grazing your mouth as he placed it in between your lips. You took a long, slow drag while your eyes never left his. You wanted to look away. Really, you did. If anything, the sparks settling in your stomach were starting to pop and sizzle unlike ever before. 

You just couldn’t help yourself.

And if anything, he didn’t seem like he could either.

Tonight was going to be interesting.

The bar wasn’t very crowded, but that’s why you liked to go as a group during the week. Even if there weren’t many people looking to do karaoke on a Tuesday, it didn’t matter. There were four of you ready to tear up the fucking stage.

You went in rotation for solo performances, Robin singing “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac followed by you singing “Love Is a Stranger" by Eurythmics (despite it technically not being from the Eighties) followed by Eddie doing “The Stroke” by Billy Squire and finishing with Steve’s off-key rendition “Africa” by Toto.

When Steve returned from his noteworthy performance, the three of you congratulated him. He did a little bow before wiping the sweat off his forehead. 

Eddie patted the table and said, “Alright, I’ll go get the next round.” As he was about to leave, he looked at you. “Still want a vodka Redbull?”

“Of course,” you said with a smile. 

He gave you a quick wink. “Just checking, Weirdo.”

“Thanks.”

You turned back to Steve and Robin, watching Steve dab his face with a napkin. He was mostly definitely inching towards being drunk, always starting to turn red and sweaty whenever he was getting close. That, and he started to run his mouth.

“God, he’s dreamy,” Steve said, leaning his head in one hand. You followed his line of sight, all three of you watching Eddie walk to the bar. “It’s almost annoying how hot he is.”

Robin snorted. “Yeah, okay. Keep dreaming.”

Maybe it shouldn’t have stung the way it did. Anyone was allowed to find him hot. It didn’t mean anything. Just a bit of flattery, that’s all. But then it was like you couldn’t stop yourself and suddenly you were unable to keep yourself from asking the one thing you never ever should have.

“Do you have a crush on Eddie?”

You watched Steve laugh pitifully. “I mean, maybe?”

“Maybe? What does ‘maybe’ mean, Steve?” Robin asked.

“I mean, he’s hot, right? But I don’t know if he’d even go for me.” As he talked, he popped open another button of his shirt, showing off a bit of his wife beater and chest hair. “Like, okay, he’s just so pretty and he fixes cars and plays in a band? It’s cool as hell. But I don’t think we even have that much in common, so I don’t know. He likes metal, I like pop. He likes D&D and I like, uh, I don’t know? Poker? Anyways, I don’t even know what kind of guys he’s into. Do you know, Rob?”

Robin shrugged, meeting your eyes before saying, “I don’t know, Steve. Ever thought about asking him what his type is?”

And you shouldn’t have asked. Really, you shouldn’t. Because now you were here, sitting at a table while Steve moaned and groaned about his chances with Eddie, like it was some statistics problem. And then someone was doing an awful cover of “Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper, the shrill sound mixing with Steve’s whining. And you? You were sulking. 

You looked over and watched Eddie wait for your drinks at the bar, wondering if Steve had any chance and whether you were more likely to get the guy in the end. Surely there was a silver lining in there somewhere. You enjoyed metal music and even convinced Eddie to listen to other genres. You enjoyed listening to Eddie talk about Dungeons and Dragons and showed him board games you liked, like Catan. Relationships weren’t built off of just similarities and differences. Steve was wrong.

Right?

As if Eddie heard your thoughts, he caught your stare, his lips pulling back into a large grin as he waved and moved his hips a little bit along to the grating karaoke. You couldn’t help but laugh at how awkward he looked, in turn doing the worst arm wave in history. He immediately started laughing.

Eddie was looking at you, wasn’t he? Steve wasn’t even bothering to look at the object of his desire. He merely talked about the guy, putting his head in his hands and panicking as if Eddie wasn’t in the same room. But you were looking at Eddie and now you were in a makeshift dance battle, embarrassing yourself by doing an awful robot while he did that shopping cart move.

Could Steve have this kind of relationship with Eddie?

And what were the odds of you winning?

What were the odds of you losing?

After a good bit of chatter, Steve and Robin headed towards the other end of the bar to set up a game of darts. Eddie went along, but you decided to stay behind. He found it odd, asking if you were sure and you’d nodded, telling him that you wanted a moment to yourself. 

But Eddie didn’t believe you. Not one bit. You’d started acting weird merely seconds after he came back with drinks. It was strange. One moment you were dancing with him across the room and the next your shoulders were slumped, falling out of any and all conversation. Even when he nudged you and tried to be playful, you seemed to pretend you didn’t notice. Instead, you focused on your straw and nodding along as if you were paying attention. 

He knew you hadn’t. He knew there was something wrong and, of course, he wanted to respect your privacy but there had to be something else there. Had Robin let anything slip? Did Steve act like an asshole? Were you upset with him? 

Robin and Steve were in the heat of a tie when Eddie finally decided to walk back over to you. He didn’t like seeing you so sad, so vulnerable. And with the addition of the high, he knew how scary that could feel. If something didn’t feel right, it could get extremely uncomfortable. And you couldn’t just be alone in that hole.

“Hey,” he said as he approached you. “Are you feeling okay?”

You put on one of the fakest smiles he’d ever seen before replying, “Yeah, I guess I’m just tired from work.”

Lie.

“Is the high getting you down?”

You shrugged. “A bit, yeah.”

“Um,” he said, gulping as he held out his palm. “Do you need to hold my hand?”

You looked down at his hand before looking back up. 

“No, I think I’ll be okay. Thank you, though.”

“Yeah, sure. Sure,” he replied, placing his hand on top of the other. 

He squeezed it to elicit something resembling comfort for the rejection he felt. It was like your hand was some kind of phantom feeling that made his chest ache with want. And that want was slowly but surely starting to burn.

“Well, uh.” He gulped. “I’m gonna get myself another beer. Want anything?”

You shook your head. “No, I’m okay.”

Eddie nodded before turning away.

“Hey, Eddie?”

He didn’t think he’d ever spun back around that quickly before.

“Yeah?”

You smiled weakly. “If you need me to drive your van back tonight, let me know. I don’t mind if you want to get a little drunk with Steve and Robin.”

And just like that, he died a little inside. Again.

“Will do, Weirdo.”

Steve was back on his bullshit.

“Oh my god, do you guys think I should try to sing with him? Get the sparks flying, you know?” He moved his head from side to side. “‘Do a little dance? Make a little love’?”

Robin smacked Steve’s arm. “You did not just do that.”

You let out a tiny sigh, looking away from his hopeful expression. Steve genuinely thought he’d cracked the code to Eddie’s heart. And you couldn’t blame him. Who wouldn’t want someone like Eddie? 

But really, you wanted to put your head on the table and bang it over and over.

Over. And. Over.

Eddie had gone to get a third beer and Steve had wasted no time before bringing this shit back up. You were seriously starting to dislike him for the first time in three years. Three. Years. He was obnoxious when he was drunk, sure, but it was never like this.

Or maybe you just hadn’t paid attention until tonight.

You shook your head, desperately trying to get the feelings out of your body. The blunt was starting to get the best of you, fogging your brain while your limbs felt like they were vibrating. This was killing your high. No, it was more than that. It was magnifying all the feelings you once swore to be dormant. 

You looked over to find Robin staring at you, her eyebrow quirked up. Noticeably, you might add. You and Robin weren’t that close—you were one of Eddie’s best friends to the rest of them. You had fun whenever the group would hang out, whether that be at Eddie’s shows or unwinding at Go Ask Mary, but you never truly hung out alone. 

Steve, Robin, and Eddie had moved to Atlanta three years ago, after they wanted out of their small town in Indiana. Steve’s dad had gotten him a job at a big boy law firm in the heart of Downtown. It wasn’t the best way to get into the business, but it was the best way to get all of them out. To start over somewhere bigger, somewhere with more opportunities. Steve convinced them to save up for the summer before driving eight hours to their shitty new apartment. He swung Robin a waitressing gig at a nice restaurant he had a business lunch at—charmed the owner and everything. Eddie had worked at a local gay bar in Decatur and played there sometimes on metal or punk themed nights.

And here Robin was now, staring at you like she was trying to figure out how you were feeling, as if you’d ever be phased by Steve’s confession. Confessions. And she was making eye contact, all bold and unashamed. Like she was some freakishly keen hawk, two steps away from letting out a ca-caw. And if Steve paid just a fraction, just a millimeter of attention, he’d notice. 

It was all quite unnerving.

“Don’t you think sparks would already be flying after years of knowing each other?” Robin asked, eyes flickering from Steve’s to yours and then back again. “I mean, I think you would know by now. If there was something between you.” She gestured over to you. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

What was her deal?

“Pfffft.” 

A bit of Steve’s spit flew out and hit your cheek. You would’ve laughed three hours ago. Now? Now, you were seriously considering bashing his head against the table.

(It was a big night for head bashing.)

“Last call for karaoke!” one of the bartenders announced.

“Wish me luck!” Steve said to you and Robin before raising his hand. “I’ll do it!” he exclaimed loudly, pointing to Eddie who had just finished closing out his tab. “I’ll do it with that handsome man over there!”

Eddie looked surprised but shrugged, a pleasant smile reaching his lips. “Yeah, sure, Harrington. Show me what you got.”

As they moved towards the stage, you swallowed the words resting on your tongue.

I wanted to sing with Eddie tonight.

“I hope he doesn’t embarrass himself.”

You couldn’t look at Robin. You just couldn’t.

“What song did he pick?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

“‘Under Pressure’.”

Oh, fuck. You’d sung that in the car with Eddie plenty of times, always with a silent acknowledgement that whatever conversation you were having would cease and the volume was to be turned all the way up. You went for Freddie Mercury's part while Eddie took the lower octaves in David Bowie’s verses. Eddie sounded amazing when he sang it, confident with his range and feeding emotion into the song. And you melted. You just melted.

And when the song started and Eddie’s eyes drifted away from Steve and landed on you, well, you couldn’t help but feel seen. He thought about those times, too, didn't he? It was something you both held special. Right?

But Steve took Eddie’s hand and started trying to dance with him. Eddie laughed, trying to follow his complicated rhythm. Steve was stumbling and nearly fell of the stage, but Eddie caught him, stabilizing him. Just like he’d done with you in the parking lot.

Things were going downhill for you. And they were going down fast.

Eddie cleared his throat dramatically before starting the first verse. “Pressure, pushing down on me, pressing down on you. No man ask for.”

You let out a sigh at the sound of Eddie’s voice, all gravely and husky and soft all the same. It felt even better tonight with whatever was in this joint. You could feel it inside, like it was somehow spreading through you. There was a part of you that was sure you’d never get over it for as long as you lived.

Steve pulled Eddie closer, grabbing at his waist and slowly moving it down.

Oh my fucking god. Eddie knows what he’s doing, right? you asked yourself. Can he tell? Does he like this?

Eddie cleared his throat before belting, “It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about. Watching some good friends screaming—”

“Let me out!” Steve shouted.

They stumbled through a laugh at the ridiculousness, and you began to feel like you were slowly dying. Again.

“I’m…going to go to the bathroom,” Robin announced before scurrying off.

And you tried to keep your eyes off of them. Really, you did. You made yourself look around the room, scanning the face of a drag queen who was currently walking around and engaging in animated conversations with the few other people here. Her eyes were coated in pink glitter and tall eyelashes; nude lips perfectly lined and wrapped around the straw of a cocktail. She was absolutely gorgeous, as most Atlanta queens were. Plus, how could you ever look away from a drag queen? They were angels, truly. Archangels.

But it was Eddie’s singing that brought your attention back, as effortless as Bowie himself. Like there was nothing to it. Like he was always on the track to begin with.

You found yourself thinking about the night you met Eddie, right here in Go Ask Mary. It was the five-month anniversary of their official move to Atlanta, the three of them wanting to go out and celebrate not completely fucking up. They’d gotten out and they were doing pretty okay for themselves by the look of it.

And you? Well, you were a native to the south. Grew up in Tennessee, moved here when you saw the opportunity for college somewhere that wasn’t Tennessee. Found your way through college and realizing you were bisexual and, well, found Go Ask Mary. At the time, you came here with friends, but there was a period time after losing some of those friends where you preferred coming by yourself. It was an accepting atmosphere, one where everyone seemed friendly. You could have a six-minute conversation with a queer stranger and never speak again. But it would be fond and unforgettable. It would be transcendent. 

You’d gone up and done a dramatic cover of “I Miss You” by Blink 182, mimicking the singer’s voice rather than being serious about it. A few people laughed—and Eddie was one of them. He’d even let out a few whoo!s and yeah!s. When you’d gotten off the stage, he approached you immediately and asked you if you could be best friends. You laughed at that, thinking then that neither of you were serious. 

But then you’d spent the whole night talking and watching Robin and Steve perform.

And then they tapped out and decided to head home.

However, Eddie wanted to stay. 

And you told him you could call him an Uber. 

And then you stayed until closing, just talking. Nonstop. Like you were seeing an old friend for the first time in decades.

(Is there a joke in there somewhere about three disaster bisexuals and one tragic lesbian walking into a bar?)

“Is that your man?”

You looked behind you, noticing the queen from earlier standing with her hand on her hip as she tapped her acrylic nails along to the beat.

“Which one?” you asked.

“The crazy haired one over there with the wallet chain.”

You could feel your chest start to ache. “No, no. We’re best friends, but we’re not dating.” She let out a hum. You looked at her again, feeling hot all of a sudden. “Um, why? Why do you ask?”

A smirk formed on her lips as she touched your shoulder, leaning down to speak softly into your ear. “Baby, that man’s only looking at you.”

“He is?”

“Mhm.”

“Are you sure?”

The queen looked at you again, her eyebrow raising. “Oh, so you’re jealous of the other one?” She laughed as you gave a defeated shrug. “You ain’t been lookin’ hard, have you?”

“I’m not sure—"

“Honey,” she started, tapping your jaw. You looked back at her. “I know that look. But you ain’t gotta look hard to see what he feels for you.”

“Really?”

She patted the top of your head and stood up straight. “Girl, look harder. Oh, and don’t forget to invite me to the wedding.”

And then she was waving you a goodbye and walking away.

You looked back to the stage to watch Eddie. You didn’t know how to believe her. Couldn’t. He was right there, leaning in and sharing a microphone with Steve, their faces practically touching. Lopsided grins coming from the two as Eddie hit a high note perfectly and Steve butchered the harmony. Eddie’s voice was dark and angelic. Steve’s eyes were red and perhaps they were sparkling in the purple and blue neon lights. They were having fun. 

They’d be a cute couple, a voice in your head said bitterly. And you can sit and watch and be okay with it. Swallow all your emotions like you always do. Let yourself fade into background noise as you watch someone take the spot you want the most. It’s normal at this point, isn’t it? You’re going to be that pathetic and weak, aren’t you?

You looked down at your drink, riddled with those incessant voices in your head telling you that you weren’t good enough. Because you weren’t as forward as Steve, or as brave as Eddie. You couldn’t just say the words or say anything at all. Eddie said everything he thought and made it clear how he felt. It was so simple for him. 

Besides…where would the friendship go if Eddie rejected you? Would it remain firm, the foundation solidified enough to keep you where you were before? Or would it start moving away, returning less and less frequently before the inevitable crash? 

And how could you ever fathom surviving the implosion?

Eddie began to belt the final chorus, leaving Steve in the dust while secretly trying to get your attention. Maybe he was trying to impress you with his strengthened vocals and (pathetically) wanted you to notice.

But you continued to look down at your drink, scowling and swirling your straw around. He wanted to know what the hell was going on, why you were acting so strange tonight. It’d started out so well when he picked you up, letting the music be the only thing moving you forward. Even in the parking lot, with the jokes and a longing look that felt like it lasted for hours. And now you were…well. Whatever you were. 

And the song ended, alongside the minimal applause and stage lights being turned off. 

Steve patted Eddie’s shoulder as they got off. Eddie nodded at him before turning towards your table. 

But Steve pulled at his forearm. 

“Munson, wait.”

Eddie looked back. “Yeah, dude. What’s up?”

Steve smiled and Eddie could tell that he was utterly drunk. It was one of Steve’s goofy smiles, always seeming cartoonish with the way his lips curved into a wave. Eddie always thought it was kinda weird how he did that. Even a little creepy.

“Listen, I’m just gonna come out and ask you a question.”

“Okay…” Eddie trailed, now facing Steve completely. 

“Would you ever want to go on a date?”

Eddie’s eyes widened, scanning Steve’s face to try and see if any of this was a joke. 

But there was no punchline. He was serious.

“Like, together?” he asked slowly.

Steve laughed, having to lean on a nearby table to stable himself. “Yeah! I don’t know, I just kinda thought we had some chemistry or something. I’m drunk so I can’t articulate it very well, but I’ve wanted to ask for a while.”

Eddie raised a hand to scratch along his stubble and thought about it. Had he really not noticed that Steve was into him? He thought he’d made it clear to Robin his affections for you. He’d just assumed she would tell Steve but, clearly, she hadn’t. 

It was all Eddie ever talked about when him and Robin were alone, holed up in Eddie’s bedroom with a couple of beers and When Harry Met Sally playing on his TV. She told him over and over how he should just say something to you or even drop hints here and there. And to be fair, he thought he had. Even tonight with the joint in your mouth and the comment about it not being as pretty as you. And you’d just waved it off. Acted like it was nothing. Moved on so quickly and so suddenly.

But. 

Well. 

Was there such harm in saying yes to Steve? You certainly hadn’t said anything and maybe it would be good for him to explore something with someone who he knew for sure wanted him. It could be simple with him. Steve was fun to be around. He could be happy with him if it went anywhere. Because it could go somewhere…

Right?

He stared at Steve for some time before he responded.

You tried to leave with Robin and Steve, but Eddie pulled you towards his van instead. That meant two blocks of walking together and he didn’t waste any time before he started talking.

“Where are you going, Weirdo?” he asked, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into a side-hug. “You know you live closer to me.”

He was right. After Eddie had snagged his current job as a mechanic at a nice dealership, he’d gotten his own place so that he could have a space for himself. He really liked his alone time as much as he liked being around you or any of his other friends. One of the main reasons was because he needed complete silence when planning his campaigns and, well, Robin and Steve weren’t necessarily quiet people.

You chuckled, but it sounded forced. “Yeah, sorry. I guess I’m crossed or something,” you replied. “You’ve always had a higher tolerance than me.”

Eddie gave you a concerned look. “You okay?”

You nodded and tried to keep walking. 

But he didn’t.

“You’re not holding my hand right now.”

His voice was soft, hardly above a whisper.

“Oh, I guess I just wasn’t thinking about it tonight.”

Or you’re not actually cross-faded, Eddie thought to himself. But he didn’t say anything, just bumped your shoulder with his and tried to bring the energy back. You hadn’t smiled since you’d all left and there was no way you’d leave tonight without one. So, he turned around and started walking backwards, shimmying his shoulders. He cracked the code, watching as you began to snort. Thank God.

“So, did you like my killer vocals?” he asked, his playful tone raising the energy back to its rightful place. 

Until your smile faltered.

“Ohhhhhh, yeah,” you said, hardly sounding sarcastic or playful. And it certainly didn’t meet your eyes. “You and Steve looked like you were having fun.”

Eddie hesitated, wanting to tell you about Steve’s…proposition. Should he casually drop it into the conversation? Would tonight be the night that he admitted how he felt? Or would he continue to rely on you doing it?

“He asked me out,” Eddie said before he could think further, heart racing.

“What?”

“Yeah, right after we got offstage. Crazy, right?” 

“What did you say?” you asked, stopping in your tracks. You were only across the street from his van now. Only twenty steps. 

But you’d stopped. 

So, Eddie did too.

“I told him I’d think about it,” he replied.

“And have you? Thought about it?”

He tried to read your expression, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

So, he pushed. 

“I don’t know. Hadn’t thought of it before he said anything. I mean, it’s kinda out of nowhere…”

“Do you like him?” you whispered. 

Eddie thought about lying, to try and elicit some form of jealousy from you so he could start the conversation. Gamble and see what happens. But he couldn’t lie to you like that. It wouldn’t be right. It’d just be shitty. 

“Not really. Like, Steve’s pretty and all and he’s a really good friend or whatever. But I just haven’t really thought much about it and then suddenly there he was, poof, asking me out. And, I don’t know, I just thought it was a bit weird.”

You nodded along, looking away. “Yeah, that’s weird.”

Eddie couldn’t help himself. “Do you think I should say yes?”

“You’re asking me?” you asked, your eyebrows pinching together. 

You looked…upset. Why did you look so upset at the question?

“Absolutely,” he said, nodding.

“Why do you want my opinion? I mean, you’ve known him longer.”

Eddie shrugged. “Well, I don’t know. I value your opinion or whatever.”

You scoffed. “I don’t think I should be the determining factor on who you should date.”

You have no fucking clue.

“And if I wanted you to be?” 

The words left his lips before he could save himself and, God, his heart was banging on his flesh, like it was trying to escape. Like it wasn’t able to handle it any more in his wired brain.

You hesitated again. 

“Well, I don’t know.” Before Eddie could ask again, you sighed. “Do what you want, Eddie. Just…be careful.”

He shut his mouth again and nodded. 

“Yeah, alright. Sure.”

Eddie spent that night analyzing your hesitation. Maybe it was a sign. Maybe you were thinking about how stupid he was or, even worse, maybe you were just too scared to say anything. Like him. 

Your lips had quivered slightly. You were holding back those words again, the ones that felt like they’d already been shared and were waved off by the time you spoke again. And it drove him absolutely crazy.

And instead of asking you, he texted Steve.

About that date… When and where?

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(Part 1 of the pop star Chrissy AU)

“So what you’re saying is that you are 100% positive that I’ve spent my day with, not only an actual, real life international pop sensation; but the same Chrissy Cunningham that you have been fangirling over since senior year of high school?”

Robin hears Steve groan on the other end of the line. She can't blame him though, she’s made him explain her exact situation to her 3 times over.

“Yes Robin, that’s definitely her,” he sighs.

Robin falls back down on her bed, she can’t believe this. If she had been honest with herself, that entire day felt like a fever dream, a fantasy she had conjued up from weeks of sheer boredom. It was hard to ignore, the feeling that her day shared with her was a one time thing, especially after Chrissy apologetically declined to meet up with her the next day, saying she had to do work stuff.

Thinking about it, in retrospect, the signs were there. She had absolutely talked about how she worked in music and had been travelling a lot with it recently - yeah, Robin thought she was probably in a small band or was a session musician by the way she talked so casually about it.

But this? Shit, this whole situation she's found herself in? it’s like something out of those stupid romance novels her mom and Steve like talk about.

She always had it in her head that pop stars were meant to be over the top and flashy, but Chris just seamed so…sweet. She was listened to robin ramble on and on about everything and nothing, laughed loudly at her terrible jokes before giving her perspective or talking all about her own experiences

And when she smiled? She radiated happiness and joy as if she was the personification of the sun. There would be an etching of that smile in her brain for the rest of Robin's life.

“Robin!”’ His voices takes her out of her trace, grounding her in reality. “Are you still there?”

“Yeah,” is all she mandages to say.

“So you have two options,” Steve explains, and gods, she wishes he was here so she could at least see his eyes roll at her obvious awkwardness.

“The first is you just ignore that this whole meeting ever happened,” which, yeah is she absolutely not doing. Even if she never got to meet Chrissy again, at least she would still have the memory of meetng that deity of a human being.

“Or?” She asks, hoping that even 3637 miles away, Steve would be able to bring her down from her wild panic.

“Or; you listen to me and go see her.”

Steve has always been rather blunt, it’s what Robin likes so much about him. He tells her exactly what he means, no in between meaning to his statements.

“She’s playing a concert tomorrow night in the city, it’s probably why she said she couldn’t hang out tomorrow, she has sound checks and rehearsals and stuff," he explained, as if he knew her entire schedule (what was she kidding, he probably did.) "I'm going to get you a ticket, so you go to see her tomorrow night, enjoy the show, take a photo and dm her telling her how good her performance was, ok?”

He makes it sound so simple.

“But what if I go and do all this and it turns out that-“

“She’s straight? Robs, she’s very open about being bisexual-“

“No, dingus!” She yells into the receiver, running her hand through her hair. “What if I read the entire thing wrong and she was just being nice? I’m famously not good at reading the room and, for all I know, she could have thought this was just all a friendly thing that we have going? Like, listen to me Steve, I’m me, and if she’s the same pop sensation that you’ve talked drones about for as long as I’ve known you then what could she gain with a romantic endeavour with me? She could have anyone and not the person who she met yesterday who’s…”

“Who’s what, robs?”

She can’t answer that, knows if she says what she wants to that Steve will deny it, but she knows who she is - she’s annoying, too much all the time and knows that logically she wouldn’t be anyone’s first choice in friend, let alone girlfriend.

Sometimes she thinks it’s a miracle that Steve has been her friend for as long as he has.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he interrupts her inner monologue, voice softer than she’s used to with him. “But you have to stop thinking that you’re not good enough. The only person who’s allowed to talk shit about my best friend is me…and probably Erica, but I think she thinks you’re too cool to actually insult you much.”

Robins audibly snorts, falling back onto her bed.

As hard as it was being away from her family and the rest of their little friend groupd, the thing she misses the most is Steve. She was so used to having her platonic soulmate with her at all times, ready to latch onto for whatever the reason may be.

And right now? She could really use a hug, pecifically one from Steve "The Hair" Harrington.

“Robs, just trust me, she wouldn’t have spend they day following you around Paris is she wasn’t completely gone for you - she would have been at Disneyland with Corroded Coffin getting pictures with Darth Vader and shouting about how it's a capitalist utopia while eating the churros…" he pauses momentarily, and robin knows exactly what he's going to ask next. "...actually, speaking of, did she-?"

“Talk about Eddie Munson? Well, considering that I didn’t know that it was the same Eddie that you’ve had a raging boner over for the past year despite the fact-"

“Robin!”

“It’s true!” She yells, face now beaming from her laughter. “I’ll make you a deal, Stevie, if you plan works then I’ll put in a good word with Chrissy for you, she’s bound to know what gonna bring you into Munson’s raider-"

“Robin, stop!”

"-because I have some stories, Steve, and you’re lucky I was listening because if I didn’t like Chrissy so much I know wouldn’t remember, which would suck for you because i now know a few rather scandalous stories about the guy-"

“ROBIN!” Steve shouts through the receiver, making robin jump. “Focus!”

She shuts up, smiling to herself.

“I wish you were here, dingus,” she admits, rolling onto her stomach. “At least you’d be able to help me out, maybe, if this works, make sure I don’t pass out in front of her.”

“Of course it’s going to work” he states with every syllable oozing that signature Harrington’s smugness. “But only if you wear those plaid pants you have, the ones that hug your thighs in all the right places-“

“Gross, dingus!”

But sure enough, she listens, but if Steve’s right about one thing it’s how to leave a lasting impression, especially in the “you look good” department.

So, the following evening, she dons blue, plaid pants with a plain black tank, slicks back her hair using whatever hair products Steve left during his last visit and makes up her face: brushing electric blue pigments onto her eyelids before smudging kohl against her waterline.

It takes her serval pep talks in the mirror to finally convince herself to actually leave the apartment, but she did it, managed to walk to the venue and wait, nursing her beer whilst leaning against the against the back wall.

Robin kind of regrets not tagging along to all the Chrissy Cunningham concerts that Steve invited her too in the past, maybe then she would know what to expect.

(Or, maybe then, she wouldn’t be in this exact situation, but who was she kidding, of course she would be, nothing straight forward ever happens to her).

The entire thing is overwhelming, the venue has been crowded since before she arrived, (since it was well after the opening act ended) which really isn’t her scene. She’s already nervous and her hands won't stop shaking and she's about to call it quits, text Steve that she'll pay him back for the tickets in actual money rather than their original plan and walk out the doors of the theater where she can crawl back into bed and scream into her pillow-

The lights dim, and everyone around starts screaming as the first notes of the synth play, Chrissy's voice carrying through the room.

Robin can't help but stare, she's so beautiful, stunningly gorgeous with the voice of an angel, she doesn't even notice the rest of the band join her one by one or the two dancers who have a hand on Chrissy's shoulder. She doesn't even realise the opening number has finished, can't pay attention to anything other than the cascading curls of chrissys hair, the way her body moves in one with the music, the same smile that struck her heart in the first place- the smile that shines brighter than any spotlight ever could.

She doesn't register much, barely hears anything other than Chrissy sing about new moons, staying when she shouldn't or sending her love to Wayne; songs she know she's probably heard before, probably from (just being in close proximity to steve Harrington), but none of that matters, shes memorised by her.

And when the final act is coming to a close, she almost misses it, but she can feel eyes on her even this far to the back of the crowd.

Robin only meets Eddie Munson’s eyes for a second, impossibly wide eyes staring her down in disbelief before seeing his cue to exit the stage. She almost drops her half-drank pint, a string of curses running through her head - but the whole interaction has her frozen. 

Her brain tells her to "RUN! GET OUT!" before it escalates any further, the churn of pure anxiety in her stomach reminding her that this was a stupid plan, she shouldn't have come. She cant do this, won't do this-

She leaves before lights go black.

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So thank you all so much for the support on the first post, I was not expecting it to get traction buy you all loved it??? My heart is swelling omfg. Thank you for being patient with me with this part (I'm dyslexic and work full time, on top of just being very slow at producing, well, anything lol).

I'm hoping to have either 5 or 6 parts altogether if you guys keep enjoying it ((sorry not sorry to make you steddie fans sit through the Buckingham part first, Robin needs to get her girl!!!))

Shout out to my gf (who's not an st fan) for beta reading this with comments like "is Robin a useless lesbian?" Or "do they really say dingus in the show?" Or "wow, she really needs some loops!"

As a bonus treat, the concert playlist can be found here! Included are songs that represent or resemble the tracks on the set list of the gig that Robin goes too see (including the CCxCC material that would be played as the encore in the final three songs)

Taglist (if you wish to be added, I just ask you be polite about it x): @maya-custodios-dionach @papermachedragons @mildgendercrisis @vampiregirl1797 @lizard-dyk3 @hellomynameismoo @beckkthewreck @eboyawstenn @justmiiriam @gregre369 @korixae @victor-thee-corvid @yes-im-your-mom @bisexualdisastersworld @questionablequeeries

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[munsooooon]

when you know, you know.

rated g | 2, 086 words | tags: Additional Tags: Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, Pet Names, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Friends to Lovers.

Note: I apologize for any mistake, english is my second language. this is my first Steddie fanfic published and my first fanfic in english. I hope you enjoy it, let me know if there any mistake...

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Steve was happy to have someone to help him with the day to day tasks, he had always been independent (although there was no other option for him really) and he enjoyed being that person who was always there for his friends and who helped them with their day to day life, it made him really happy and made him feel useful. Of course Robin helped him a lot too, but for some reason, when he called Eddie for help it was different, it felt different and sent shivers down his spine.

"Hello?"

"Hello Eds." Steve whispered, doing things as simple as calling him on the phone felt truly intimate. Steve could swear Eddie was smiling.

‘’Stevie! To what do I owe the pleasure of hearing your voice so early, my highness?’’

Steve smiled at the nickname, he hated being remembered as King Steve, but he loved when Eddie called him that, because he loved when he said "my." He got as close as he could to the clock on the wall so he could see the time....

‘’Eds, it's 1:00 PM’’

‘’See? I told you I got up early, actually I should sleep until 3, it's my rest day.’’ Eddie smiled.

‘’Now that you remember it, it makes me feel terrible because I was going to ask you a favor.’’

‘’And I will tell you: Of course, Stevie.’’

‘’No, Eddie, it's…’’

"Ah ah ah," Eddie interrupted, "don't try to convince me because you won't succeed. What can I do for you, darling?"

‘’Eddie, but…’’

‘’Honey, I want to take care of you, what do you need?’’ Eddie responded softly.

“Thanks Eds,” Steve whispered with a slight, “Can you pick up my migraine medication? The pharmacy closes at 5 and my shift ends at 7, I forgot that I had to go get them, the prescription is…‘’

‘’In the refrigerator.’’

Steve smiled without being able to stop.

‘’Yes, there is also money in the next drawer, please Eddie, take it.’’

‘’Okay.’’

"I'm being serious, Munson."

‘’I don't know where that drawer is.’’

‘’Eddie, if you don't take it, I'lI feel terrible. ‘’

‘’Have a nice day, pretty boy.’’

Eddie didn't even give Steve time to respond, he immediately ended the call. Either way, Steve barely managed to put the phone down, because his brain short-circuited upon hearing the older man's words.

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‘’Eddie’’

"Don't insist, Stevie," Eddie exclaimed, "I'm a gentleman and I won't take the money."

Eddie smiled triumphantly as he saw that Steve finally gave up, he gave him a loving pat on his arm and sat on the kitchen floor of his house, Eddie sat next to him. They had spent about 15 minutes arguing with a smile on their faces for money. Although Steve felt genuinely bad for making Eddie spend money, he also felt happy to have someone who would immediately agree to go get his medicine without expecting anything in return.

In moments like this, Steve feels as if he and Eddie are building their own world that only the two of them can inhabit, together. Steve feels loved and it has taken him a little time to process that feeling, but for the first time in his life he is certain that love exists. Eddie seems to understand that Steve is not used to this, but he has allowed him to go at his own pace, and has given him a safe space to find himself, to feel what is happening between them.

It is worth mentioning that Steve went into complete panic when he realized that friendship with Eddie was not just friendship, curiously and considering the person he had been just three years ago, it did not scare him so much to know that he was falling in love with a boy, he was actually scared of not knowing what to do about it, it was the first time he felt genuinely loved. No move he had used in the past for his conquests seemed good enough. Steve found at age 20 that he had no idea what to do when you were truly in love, he had adored Nancy romantically and knew that Nancy adored him and was attracted to him, many people were attracted to him but had never received what Eddie gave him, they didn't talk about it but Steve was certain that they belonged to each other, and although he didn't know exactly what to say, he knew that the time to talk about it was getting closer and closer.

Meanwhile he can only say...

‘’Thank you’’

For accepting me, for loving me, for waiting for me.

“It's a pleasure” Eddie says with genuine sincerity, taking Steve's hand in his and placing a small kiss.

Eddie's ideal response made him smile, Steve was obviously thanking him for picking up his medications but also for being patient with him. Steve rested his head on Eddie's shoulder, who smiled when he felt it.

"By the way," Steve whispered without breaking away, "I have something for you."

“Mm huh?” Eddie exclaimed, looking straight into his eyes, they were so close. Steve could see how his eyes shined just for him, it physically hurt him to have to separate from him when he had those beautiful eyes fixed completely on him.

"Yes" Steve whispered, lost in his eyes.

“What do you have for me, darling?” Eddie whispered as he hugged him.

Steve smiled as if he were hiding a mischief, got up and took Eddie's hand to walk together to the refrigerator, Eddie rested his back on the kitchen counter, his little eyes reflected the curiosity he was feeling, Steve opened the refrigerator, pulling out the surprise...

“Ice cream?” Eddie asked.

‘’Do you remember the vanilla ice cream you bought on Saturday when we went to breakfast?’’

“The best ice cream in the universe?” Eddie asked excitedly, Steve nodded “God, I loved that ice cream”

"Well, I bought you this bottle..." Steve answered, Eddie looked at him very excitedly, "and maybe three others that are in the refrigerator."

Eddie looked at him with wide, surprised eyes.

‘’But the waitress didn't want to tell me the name!’’

"Yesterday I came back alone, she even told me where to buy it," Steve smiled. "No one can resist my charm!"

"Surely not, dear." Eddie said with a huge smile. “You flirted and tricked a girl just so I could have my ice cream?”

“It sounds awful when you say it like that“ Steve exclaimed “Besides, you loved the ice cream”

Eddie let out a genuine, happy laugh, filled with pure adoration, and picked up Steve who immediately wrapped his arms around his neck for support.

‘’What did you say to her?’’ Eddie said.challenging him, looking into his eyes with a smile, Steve felt his cheeks heat up.

‘’Hi, I'm Steve!’’ Steve said, faking his own voice. ‘’Oh! I was just looking for you, by the way, your hair looks very nice like that’’

‘’Oh yeah?’’ Eddie exclaimed, raising an eyebrow, taking Steve’s words as if they were meant for him.

"Mmm huh," said Steve, "last Saturday I came with my best friend, he loved the vanilla ice cream, Oh! don't worry babe. I understand that you couldn't tell him because it's a company secret but maybe you could tell me, his birthday is on Tuesday and I would like to serve it at his birthday party. I don't want to cause you problems  but oh, I would love to be a Good boy  for my man, my best friend.

Steve was exaggerating his performance but Eddie was completely lost, he couldn't help his eyes drifting to the other boy's lips when he emphasized being a good boy .

‘’And she gave it to you so easily?’’ Eddie smiled.

‘’Of course, nothing moves more than a boy being sweet for his best friend. ’’ He smiled proudly.

"Sure, you're a great friend, my best homie."

Steve laughed outrageously, Eddie imitated him and lowered him to the floor. Steve scooped up some ice cream and gave it to Eddie to try, who gushed about his love for ice cream. Steve's mouth watered, his lips were open, the sounds Eddie made flooded his entire body and brain.

"God, Steve! You're truly the best, I don't deserve you, you got ice cream just because I mentioned that I loved it," he exclaimed with emotion, "thank you so much, baby."

Steve smiled with a sweet blush on his cheeks, he took care of continuing to feed them both with the ice cream, they shared a spoon and from time to time Eddie smeared ice cream on his face, the tension in the air was evident, the two of them were so deep into the space of the other. The metalhead looked destroyed and proud every time he saw the delicious, white ice cream on Steve's face, it seemed that he was engraving that image of Steve deep inside his mind. Steve could tell Eddie was holding back from doing something else, and Steve wanted that badly, he wanted Eddie to lick every bit of ice cream off his face, but, instead he just smiled at him with complicity, shyness and a blush on his cheeks.

They eventually ended up back on the floor sharing the ice cream and a spoon.

"I've been meaning to ask for a while,” Eddie exclaimed. Steve looked at him. “What does the “J” mean?"

Steve looked at him confused.

"In your prescription, it said Steve J. Harrington."

"Oh, that's my name," Steve answered, concentrating on the ice cream. "Steven Joseph Harrington."

Steve stopped eating when he felt Eddie staring at him with genuine surprise, it seemed like he was even having a hard time breathing. He was always so expressive, especially with his eyes but at that moment he was surprised like he rarely was.

"Are you kidding?" Eddie asked, almost holding his breath.

"No," Steve responded with visible confusion and some anxiety.

"Stevie"

Eddie took him by the face and covered his cheeks, his forehead and his nose with small sweet and noisy kisses.Steve dropped the spoon and without being able to stop himself he began to laugh softly. It was the first time Eddie had kissed him so many times and with so much enthusiasm.

"What's wrong, Eds?"

"Happens that I love you and that we were fucking destined, God." Eddie exclaimed with emotion, Steve looked at him surprised, that was a confession, it was the first time he had said those words to him "And It's my name too"

Steve still hadn't processed that Eddie had told him ‘’I love you’’ for the first time, casually in his kitchen while eating ice cream, and now he had to process that he shared his name with the boy he loved.

"What?" Steve exclaimed, surprised.

"I swear on my guitar," said Eddie, "Edward Joseph Munson, I never thought it rhymed, nice to meet you."

Steve laughed hysterically.

"Steven Joseph Harrington, mine doesn't rhyme either." Steve responded, "the pleasure is mine."

Eddie took his hand ‘’What are the possibilities? I mean, we're only children from marriages that probably never loved each other, we have matching scars and matching names!’’

Before he could think about it too much, Steve kissed him. Their teeth clashed a little because it had been unexpected, but Eddie quickly knew how to keep up, Steve was sure that kissing him was the best decision he had ever made, he felt like all the pieces finally fit together, he was feeling like he was breathing properly for the first time in his life, which was ironic because Eddie was stealing all his air, Steve wanted to take everything that was within his reach, with his hands he ran over the other boy's face and hair, at times he traveled to his back and to his waist. After a few seconds he was sitting on the lap of the other boy who received him and held him firmly.

Steve Harrington had never felt so powerful before, kissing a boy felt powerful.

"I love you too, by the way," Steve smiled close to his lips, looking into his eyes. "Thank you for waiting for me."

"Always."

Steve smiled because he felt free and light, loving Eddie felt easy like eat vanilla ice cream. He couldn't believe that the right moment had arrived when he least expected it, he was simply certain at that moment that when you are with the love of your life, you know it.

#steddie #steddie fanfic #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington

[hopeless-ronantic]

i’ve recently come to the realization that i think my favorite fics to read are the ones where nancy and/or steve struggle to accept their bisexuality.

maybe nancy is like

“😡😡😡 robin is so annoying”

and then is like

“but maybe…?”

and then she finally can’t take it anymore & just has to be sure about what she’s feeling, so she kisses robin and everything makes sense finally

and of course the whole time robin can’t figure out what nancy’s problem is, and thinks that maybe she really is just a prissy know-it-all, but of course that doesn’t stop her from wanting to spend time around nancy any chance she gets

so when nancy finally kisses her, robin realizes nancy’s problem was never with robin, it was with her feelings for robin.

& maybe nancy realizes she had a crush on barb at some point or that maybe her love for blondie goes a little beyond just liking their music. but when she’s kissing robin, everything makes sense and everything just feels right

or maybe nancy and robin get along great (which is kinda weird for steve at first, but he’s got eddie & he and nancy are back on good terms now)

and robin has a crush on nancy but vows to never act on it or do anything to risk losing nancy’s friendship because that’s more important to her than some dumb unrequited crush

but secretly nancy is trying to pinpoint the exact feeling she gets around robin because she’s always so excited to hang out with her & she can’t tell why. because she’s never been that excited to hang out with any of her other friends before, so why does she get so giddy when it’s robin?

and one night, they decide to have a sleepover with makeovers & chinese takeout & maybe a couple wine coolers that nancy stole from karen (or maybe robin convinced steve to buy them some).

and nancy is so excited robin agreed to the makeovers part because it means that robin gets to play with her hair but again can’t tell why that excites her so much

(meanwhile robin is trying so hard to be as “normal” as she can while braiding nancy’s hair, because all she can think about through the light fog from the 2 wine coolers she’s had, is leaning down and placing light kisses on nancy’s exposed shoulders & she’s terrified that nancy might somehow read her mind or that she might not be able to stop herself & in turn ruin the only real friendship she’s had with a girl since barb)

and when they move on to makeup and nancy is applying lipgloss to robin, she is finally able to put a name to the feelings she’s been having: want, desire, longing. staring at robins freshly glossed lips, she realizes there’s nothing she wants more in the world than to know what they’d feel like on hers.

and because she’s nancy (and possibly slightly tipsy). she decides, screw it, and she just goes for it. and robin, surprised at first, quickly realizes she isn’t dreaming and kisses nancy back and it’s more magical than either girl could’ve ever imagined

i lose my fucking mind over that shit!!!

or like steve is confused because why does his heart beat like that when eddie is around? why does his stomach do little flips when eddie calls him pet names, those little flips like it used to when nancy would laugh at his jokes, or when she’d affectionately call him an idiot?

he can’t quite figure it out, because it can’t be that he likes eddie because he’s never felt this way about another man before, and he is certain he likes girls. and you can’t like both, right? right??

and he goes to robin in a panic because she’s really the most qualified to give advice in this situation (but also because there’s nobody he’s ever trusted to not judge him as much as her). and robin laughs and has to explain to steve that he can like both & that just because he hasn’t felt this way before doesn’t make it any less real or valid.

& maybe steve has to sit with that for a little bit, so he spends the weekend in his bed just staring at the ceiling, thinking. and eddie is convinced he pissed steve off because he won’t answer the phone, so he goes over sunday night to apologize for whatever he did because the thought of losing steve makes his heart ache

& when eddie knocks on steve’s open door and peeks his head in with an apologetic smile, steve looks into eddie’s big brown eyes, and everything clicks into place. all the thoughts and questions that were running through his head all weekend finally stop & all he can think is “kiss him” so he does & nothing has felt more right in his life

and eddie can’t believe this is really happening, because he thought one day the ache in his heart would kill him, the ache from knowing steve would never feel the same way eddie did. the ache that eddie would have to live the rest of his life as nothing more to steve harrington than a friend, and he’d have to be okay with that.

and i just really need more of these in my life, especially ronance because there just really isn’t enough content out there for them.. okay that’s all, thanks for listening to my ramblings.

#stranger things #ronance #robin x nancy #platonic stobin #ronance canon #steddie #nancy x robin #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #eddie munson #fanfic #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #bi panic #bi curious #bisexual #bisexuality #lesbian #gay #queer #first post #first kiss #please #i beg of you #somebody write this #i have so many thoughts #i have so many ideas #i don’t know how to write tho #platonic soulmates stobin

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Don't get me wrong, I love Eddie being Steve’s awakening, but it's been done a lot, and I'm getting a little bored. It's Eddie's turn to panic. He kind of panicked very quickly in this.

18+ MINORS DNI

Vecna sensed the connection between his new puppet and Steve Harrington. It needed to be put to an end. So far, Edward has fought against him and his orders. Has he hurt his former friends? Yes. Killed them? No. It was his connection to Steve that was keeping him from controlling Edward completely.

"For the last fucking time, it's Eddie," he said, coming up behind him.

"You are getting good at getting into my head," Vecna said. "Now, if you only spent more time working on that instead of fighting me."

"I told you before that I don't want to hurt them. I don't want to kill them," Eddie snapped. "Do whatever you want to me but leave them out of this."

"It's not just me your fighting," Vecna chuckled. "You're fighting yourself too."

"What the fuck are you talking about, Henry?" Eddie asked.

"Don't you realize why you are still connected to Steve Harrington?" Vecna asked. "You want him."

"I don't want to kill him," Eddie replied. "I keep telling you that."

"No. You want him," Vecna said.

"I want him to do what?" Eddie asked.

"No. You want him. . . You yearn for him," Vecna growled.

"Are you saying that I want to fuck him?" Eddie scoffed.

"Yes, if you must put it that way," Vecna rolled his eyes.

Eddie laughed and laughed, slapping his slimy knees with his claws.

"You're funny," Eddie said. "I didn't think it was possible, but you're fucking funny."

When Eddie had woken up, his clothes were gone, and in their place were the vines that wrapped around Vecna's own body. Eddie hated it. His hair was gone, and didn't that just suck? Eddie felt so disgusting. Eddie looked down below. They were standing on Mount Weathertop, looking down at what used to be Hawkins. His friends were down below, trapped by the vines.

"Stop it," Vecna growled.

"I like women, you big slimy idiot," Eddie snapped at him.

"Nothing is impossible," Vecna said, spreading his arms. "Look around us."

"I mean, I always - " Eddie frowned.

He stopped and thought about it. He thought about the way he flirted with Officer Moore, the way he noticed the muscles on the jocks that chased after him, the way he used to watch Steve Harrington in the gym, and the way those little shorts used to ride up on his thighs. He always thought he had the case of the wandering eyes like the way his mind always wandered. They were stupid little shorts, and he scoffed at them all the time. He realized he liked them the same way he liked the skirts on the cheerleaders.

"Oh, Jesus H Christ," Eddie said, slapping a clawed hand on his bald head. "I'm bisexual and I have a huge fucking crush on Steve Harrington."

He watched as the vines started moving down below. They were moving closer to them, and the vines were carrying something in their grasp. They deposited Steve onto the grass beside them.

"Now. Kill him. Purge the entire connection," Vecna said.

"No, please, don't!" Steve begged.

"You gave me a sexuality crisis about Steve only for you to fucking demand that I still kill him," Eddie snapped. "Are you fucking stupid?"

"Eddie?!" Steve asked.

"Yeah, big boy, it's me," Eddie said.

"You won't have to feel that fight in your head anymore. Do you really think that he will want you when you look like this? That anyone will want you?" Vecna said. "Stop fighting."

Eddie cackled and clapped a hand on Vecna's shoulder.

"No, of course, you're right," Eddie said, smiling at him.

"I am glad you see it my way," Vecna replied.

Eddie slammed his claws under Vecna's chin and straight into his skull, effectively killing him. Vecna's body dropped to the ground. Everything started to shake, and a hole in the ground opened up. The red sky cleared up, the lightning stopped, and the sun came out. The vines started slinking back into the ground. To Eddie's surprise, the vines started sliding off of his body along with the claws. The vines slithered into the hole, and it slammed shut behind them. There was nothing but bright green grass. Eddie felt his head, and he shrieked with delight when he realized that he had hair again. Of course, that's when he realized he was completely naked. He shrieked again.

"Eddie?" Steve called out.

Eddie grinned and ran towards him. He threw his arms around him and hugged him tightly. He pulled back quickly.

"Shit, sorry," Eddie blushed.

Steve’s eyes darkened as they raked over Eddie. Steve cupped Eddie's face and slammed his lips to his. Eddie deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around Steve’s neck. Steve wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him close as he slipped his tongue into Eddie's mouth. His hands traveled from his waist and gently cupped his butt, his nails digging into the flesh slightly as he squeezed it. Eddie moaned into his mouth and broke the kiss.

"Lay down. This has to be quick," Eddie said.

Steve took off his backpack before laying on the grass. Eddie straddled his waist and started unbuckling his belt.

"You said just had a sexuality crisis - are you sure?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, yeah," Eddie said eagerly. "Do you want to?"

"Fuck, yes," Steve said, his face flushed.

He freed Steve from his pants and let him use his spit to fuck himself open on Steve’s fingers. Steve pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. Eddie quickly started moving his hips, rocking wildly. Eddie's head tilted backward, his hair falling back as he bounced on top of Steve. He smirked, feeling Steve’s intense gaze. The grass was an annoyance against his knees, but that didn't matter when he was alive and fucking Steve Harrington on top of Hawkins. He laughed gleefully as his pushed up Steve’s shirt, his hands gripping his tits. Eddie let out a happy howl when he came, spilling all over his chest. Soon after, Steve was also spilling inside of him. Eddie pulled off of him and collapsed on the ground next to him. He closed his eyes against the sun, a euphoric smile on his face. He was alive and queer as hell. The last thing he felt before drifting off to sleep was Steve using a piece of cloth to clean him up.

"Eddie?"

Steve was suddenly above him and gave him a crooked smile.

"How long was I asleep?" Eddie asked.

"About an hour," Steve said. "You needed it, but we need to get out there and find the others."

"Hmm. So what we did. . .it wasn't a dream, was it?" Eddie asked.

"You mean us having sex? No, not a dream," Steve smiled and leaned down to kiss him. "Sit up and get dressed. Unfortunately, when I packed my bag, I forgot a shirt, so you're stuck with sweat pants."

"Better than nothing," Eddie said.

He stood up and took the pants, quickly slipping them on. Eddie enjoyed the way Steve eyed them hanging off his hips, and he smirked. Steve scoffed and took off his brown leather jacket. He threw it at Eddie.

"For your modesty," Steve said.

Eddie laughed as he pulled on the jacket. He threw himself at Steve, kissing him soundly. He wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck.

"So, what do we tell people when they ask how I saved the day? I needed your dick so badly that I just couldn't do what Vecna told me to. I was being controlled by the power of your dick," Eddie gasped.

"We are not telling people that," Steve said, laughing. "We tell them that your feelings for me were just too strong."

"Hmm, yes, there are a lot of feelings," Eddie said, kissing him sweetly.

Steve blushed and took his hand in his, intertwining their fingers. They began moving down from Mount Weathertop and started moving towards the center of town. Vecna had left a lot of destruction in his wake, but the town had been evacuated before he could hurt or kill anyone. It was mostly property damage that Eddie and Vecna had caused. Eddie stared at the dead bats and demodogs lying on the ground, wincing at the sight of them.

"Hey," Steve said softly as he leaned his forehead against his. "This wasn't you. This was Vecna controlling you. You could never do something like this, so stop blaming yourself for something you couldn't control. Okay?"

"Okay," Eddie said softly.

Steve kissed his forehead and pulled back, stroking his ringless fingers.

"Oh!" Steve exclaimed. "When we were forced to leave you in the Upside Down, sorry about that, I couldn't just leave these behind."

He took off his backpack and took out a smaller bag, a drawstring pouch typically made for dice. Eddie grinned. Steve dumped out his rings into his hand.

"My rings!" Eddie exclaimed. "Help me put them on?"

Steve grinned as he slid them correctly into place. Steve rubbed the pads of his thumbs over the rings and leaned forward to kiss him.

"I'm never going to get tired of kissing you," Steve whispered fondly.

"Me neither," Eddie said.

With their hands clasped together, they moved closer to the center of town. Suddenly, Steve’s radio in his backpack crackled to life, but they didn't need to answer it because a group of people were running towards them.

"Never mind! I see you! I think. Over!" Dustin's voice came through.

It was the entire party, and all of them skidded to a stop when they saw Eddie. Dustin looked at him, his mouth open.

"Eddie?!" Dustin shrieked.

Dustin ran and threw himself into Eddie's arms, sobbing.

"How the hell are you still alive, Munson?" Hopper asked.

"Not still alive. Alive again. Henry brought me back to be his little bitch. He didn't expect me to fight back, though, or to kill him," Eddie grinned.

"You were the one to kill Vecna?" Will asked. "Me and El felt him die, but we didn't know who did it."

"Wait, were you the other monster?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, I lost the slime when Henry's body got eaten by the Upside Down," Eddie said as Dustin pulled away, wiping his tears.

"Wait, are you the naked man who attacked Steve?" Dustin asked.

"What?!" Steve and Eddie asked.

"Yeah, El went looking for Steve using her powers. She saw a naked man throwing himself on top of you," Dustin said.

"I do not think Eddie was attacking Steve," El said. "Steve agreed with Eddie a lot."

"Jesus," Steve said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Kill me now."

"Oh!" El yelled in realization, her cheeks red. "You had sex. That was sex, yes? I did not know boys could be on top of boys like that. It was like Steve was a horse. How does that work?"

Dustin slapped a hand over her mouth. Eddie cackled while Steve hid his face into his hands.

"Oh, sweetheart, it looks like we're going to have another talk," Joyce said to El.

Hopper rubbed his face with his hands and sighed.

"Hope you boys were safe," Hopper said, looking as if he wanted to run away.

Not that he thought there was anything wrong with them being together. He just didn't want to think about his pseudo son having sex at all or the fact that his daughter accidentally witnessed it.

"I'm happy for you guys, but I never want to hear the details of you having sex ever again," Dustin sighed, practically voicing Hopper's thoughts.

"I can't believe you guys did it outside," Mike scoffed.

"Mike? What did I just say?" Dustin asked.

"Well, we were both very grateful that I'm alive," Eddie said.

He pulled Steve into his arms and let him bury his red face into his neck. It was true, though. They were both very grateful.

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction #the party #vecna #vecna’s curse #vecna/henry/one

[anarcoqueer1994]

Dustin had watched Steve for months fall more and more in love with Eddie Munson. Part of him was oddly satisfied to discover that Steve, who carried around some weird jealousy over Eddie for the better part of a school year, had ended up falling for him. He also like that two of his favorite people had ended up becoming close friends. But part of him was worried.

He would watch as Eddie would flirt with Steve, and Steve would turn bright red, a little smile creeping up on his face despite trying to feign annoyance. He would watch as Steve would hang on to every word Eddie said. He noticed Steve showing up to every Hellfire get together under the guise of “not wanting to drive back to pick them up.’ Steve would bring bakery, a treat for everyone, but always smiling the brightest when Eddie would compliment his baking. He would see Eddie leaning over and asking Steve to blow on his dice for good luck, calling him princess, and Dustin would watch as Steve was silently malfunctioning. Steve was falling hard, and Eddie…seemed oblivious to it all.

Dustin would never admit it out loud, but Steve was one of the most important people in his life, a big brother he never thought he would have. And watching Steve with Eddie made him scared. Steve was obviously in loved with Eddie. He even asked Steve once as they were driving. Steve tried to brush it off, but Dustin wasn’t stupid. But Eddie, he couldn’t read. He would see the flirty way Eddie would talk to Steve, leaning into his personal space.  But Eddie never seemed to be aware of the way Steve would look at him, or if he was, he was really good at hiding it. He knew Eddie had a big personality, so he couldn’t tell if he meant those things he said to Steve or was just trying to mess around with him (playfully of course.) And he was scared that Eddie’s feelings weren’t the same as Steve’s, and that Steve was going to get his heartbroken one day when his feelings finally come to the surface.

He needed to talk to Eddie, either to see if Eddie felt the same as Steve, or to tell him to stop leading Steve on, stop stringing him along with the hope of something that was never going to happen. He knows he shouldn’t but his nose in, but when has he ever kept his mouth shut when he was supposed to.

~~

There was a bang on his trailer door. Wayne isn’t home so it was just Eddie. He was not expecting anyone so he has no idea who can be bothering him first thing Saturday morning. He contemplates staying in bed, hoping whoever was at the door would leave. But the banging starts up again. He grumpily rolls out of bed, t-shirt and sweatpants, hair pulled into a messy ponytail. He slams the front door open “What?!”

Dustin is already pushing his way past a sleepy Eddie, talking a million miles a minute. “Look dude, I really need to talk to you now, it’s important and it couldn’t wait and its about Steve and…”

“Woah slow down.” Eddie says, anger melting away as he closes the door behind him “Sit down and start again. What is going on?” Eddie sits on the chair, as Dustin sits down on the couch. “Is Steve okay?”

 “Yea Steve is okay.” Dustin says calmly. “But, look I need to talk to you about him.” Dustin looks worried.

Eddie’s head was racing, what could Dustin need to talk about involving Steve, with him. He starts to panic, worse case scenarios playing in his head. Is Steve hurt? No. Robin would have already called demanding a ride to wherever Steve was. Oh God, maybe Steve figured out his crush and sent Dustin over here to tell him never to talk to him again. He knew Steve was bisexual, coming out to them all months ago, but knowing he is definitely not Steve’s tyoe. It isn't until Dustin says "Eddie? Are you listening?" That he realizes he has been staring in silence.

"Uh, yeah." Eddie says half heartedly. "Um, what about Steve?"

Dustin takes a deep breath before blurting out "Are you in love with Steve?"

Oh God, he was right. Steve found out about his crush. He tries to prolong the inevitable. "Um...no? I mean I love him, but Im not in love with him, man. Why?" He says blatantly lies, not wanting to get hurt, wanting to protect his secret.

"Oh." Dustin almost sounds disappointed. He clears his throat, not wantingto confront Eddie, but strangly protective of the person who has done so much for him and his friends. "Then, I need you to stop leading him on." Dustin's voice sounds foreign, softer than usual.

Eddie doesn't know what to say, totally confused about what Dustin just said. "What are you talking about? I'm not leading anyone on."

"Eddie, you can't be that dense. " Dustin never one to mince words. "You have to see the massive crush he has on you, and you don't make it any better by using those lame pet names with him. But everytime you do, he gets this look of hope on his face that you could reciprocate his feelings, but if you don't love him like that, I need you to stop. He's been through so much with Nancy, and I don't want him to get hurt again So please don't hurt my friend." His last words were quiet.

Eddie is trying to process everything. Steve loves him? Wants him? He feels dumb for never seeing it. He can't help the smile on his face. "Never pictured you as a softy, Henderson."

"Shut up. Someone has to look out for that idiot, and Robin is too busy sharing thier only brain cell, to do it on her own. But promise me, you won't hurt him, Eddie."

"I can guarantee that. The last thing I want to do is hurt Steve Harrington. In fact, " he stands up "Do you want to go for a quick ride?"

~~

Steve and Robin sat in his livingroom. They were sitting talking about thier love lifes, Robin going on about her first date with Nancy the nighr before. They saw a movie, had dinner, and even spent the night together. She came over early this morning after leaving Nancy’s through the window. Steve couldn't be happier for her. She and Nancy were perfect for each other.

They had mad breakfast together, empty glasses of orange juice and coffee littered the coffee table, next to a half eaten stack of pancakes.

"Now," she smiles "We just have to get you a date with Eddie, and we can have cute double dates."

Steve sighs "Ugh, I'm starting to think that will never happen. I don't think I'm trying to hide how much I like him. Fuck, I even bring those dumb little pastries to Hellfire and his band practice."

"As the person who gets to taste test those pastries, I don't think thier dumb. " She laughs.

"That's not the point, dude. I literally am putting myself out there. Like I even told him he smelled nice the other day, when he changed shampoos."

She laughs again, "Oh no, Steve, you got it so bad."

"That's the problem. I don't think he feels the same way. Like he calls me all those names."

"Like princess" Robin interrupts in a sing-songy voice.

"Oh my God, yes like princess. But then he just laughs them off, pretends like I am not having a minor meltdown, and I don't know what to." Steve puts his head in hands.

"Steve, I'm sure he is into you. Why else would he be flirting all the time." She says matter-of-factly.

"I don’t know, but I feel like he doesn't like me like that." He groans.

Before she can answer, the doorbell rings. Steve has no idea who, besides Robin, would be here this early. He gets up to answer it, Robin watching from her spot on the couch.

There in his doorway is Eddie, Dustin sitting in his van in the driveway. "Eddie what are you doing here? Everything alright?"

Eddie doesn't answer. Instead he suddenly puts his hands on either side of Steve's face, pulling him in for a kiss.

Steve doesn't kiss back not registering what is happening. Eddie pulls away "I'm so sorry, I thought...Dustin said...I'm going to kill him..."

He is cut off by Steve pulling him in by the shirt, crushing lips against Eddie’s, shutting him up. When they pull apart, Steve rest his arms on Eddie’s shoulders. "No need for murder."

He looks past Eddie to Dustin in the drive way who despite fake gagging, just gives Steve a thumbs up. Robin yells from behind "Told you, he likes you."

Eddie smiles "She's right...I do, princess."

And Steve can't help but glow. He now has an amazing boyfriend, on top of his supportive friends.

#stranger things fanfiction #ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #robin buckley #steddie #ronance #if you squint

[dameronology]

☁️, 🌑 & 🧨 for steve harrington? thanks!!

steve + ☁️ (a soft headcanon)

steve fell in love with you the moment he saw you, but he won't admit that to you. if someone asks, he'll give them some phoney story about the first time you slept together or the first he caught your face in the light or bla and bla. those are true - cos they're moments he remembers - but genuinely, he has been in love with you since you met. it's a little blurry in your mind but he can recount it like it was yesterday.

steve + 🌑 (a dark headcanon)

steve has physical and metaphorical scars from the upside down. he sometimes wakes up screaming. once he saw someone that looked like eddie in the supermarket and had a panic attack in his car. his back is littered with deep, pink ridged marks and scratches. you're the only who he will ever let see them.

steve + an unexpected headcanon

steve is bisexual. he's known for a while - probably since he was a freshman - but you're the first person he tells.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington #stranger things #asks

[steddieunderdogfics]

In My Head (I See a Supercut of Us) by foresthearts

@kiaramori

Rating: Explicit

102,422 words, 14/14 chapters

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, season 4 doesn't happen, At least not the Vecna stuff, Upside Down will not be featured, Dom/sub, BDSM, Feminization, Oral Sex, Cock Warming, Size Kink, other kinks in the end notes maybe, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Dom Eddie Munson, unrealistic prostate sensitivity, Steve Harrington Has a Bisexual Awakening, Steve Harrington thinks he's straight, Internalized Homophobia, Chrissy Cunningham's terrible taste in men, Inspired by A Man of Virtue (webcomic), Porn With Plot, Tall Eddie, You can pry tall eddie from my cold dead hands, Fantasies of Dubious Consent, virgin eddie, idiots to lovers, Gay Panic, everyone is oblivious

Summary:

"I just want him to know how I feel--and not be freaked out or anything. I don't need him to feel the same, I just want him to understand." In which Eddie accidentally makes a deal with a devil, and Steve's bisexual awakening takes him by force

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we were robbed i demand boy shorts

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[kurtie4life96]

Halloween Night ● S.H. × Fem Reader × R.B.

Summary: What happens when the reader realizes she's in love with her best friends, but doesn't want to hurt them?

CW: MDNI 18+, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, bisexual!fem reader, poly relations, smut, bi panic, it's the 80s, cunnilingus (giving and receiving), pnv sex, unprotected sex, a bit of religious trauma, takes place during/after S4, no use of y/n but reader has a nickname, reader has a birthday, slowburn, steve harrington is too hot for life, robin buckley is too hot for life, ROBIN AND STEVE DO NOT INTERACT PHYSICALLY/SEXUALLY, RELATIONS WITH THEM TAKE PLACE AT SEPARATE TIMES

AN: lightly edited, sorry this took me so long

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It was January 2nd of 1986.

You had just moved to a small town named Hawkins, and were looking for a fresh start, after your parents had kicked you out.

You were exiled from the family, after mom and dad came home earlier than you expected, and walked in to see you sitting on the couch with another girl.

Normally, this would not have bothered them. Except this time, they came in to see you kissing a girl on the lips.

You had told them that you two were just practicing for when you'll kiss a boy, but they saw right through your facade. Them being very religious, they felt they had no choice but to send you packing. They had given you enough money to pay for one month of housing, but that was it. They told you that they loved you, but you needed to leave and never contact them again. So you got in your beat up car, and drove until you were able to find a cheap apartment in a small town.

Now you needed to find a job in order to keep that housing.

You found that job at Family Video. And you also found your co workers Robin and Steve.

They welcomed you with open arms. The three of you became good friends within a span of a few months. Steve was funny, charming and made work much more bearable. Robin was unique, quick-witted and a great conversationalist. Despite her claims of never being able to shut up, you loved that about her, because you related to that. This friendship with them both turned into movie nights at your place frequently, the three of you poking fun at each other, throwing popcorn, laughing and sometimes drinking or smoking the night away, and sometimes these nights would turn into sleepovers. You had found a new family.

There was just one thing you couldn't tell them, one thing you kept to yourself, because you couldn't bear the possibility of being criticized and thrown away again.

The fact that you loved girls... romantically.

I mean, how could you not? With their beautiful, supple lips, smooth skin, long eyelashes, all the curves of their bodies, how they smell so sweet like candy and flowers, and how gentle and soft their touch is. You had never been in bed with one of these angelic, goddess like women before. But you were sure of yourself, you had been ever since you were a child, even with your upbringing.

But there was something else about you too.

You also loved boys just as much. Their kisses feeling more rough, but nevertheless passionate, how romantic and charming they can be, feeling so safe and secure with them. Their big, strong arms, the curves of their muscles, and their goofy smiles. What's not to love?

As open minded and welcoming as Robin and Steve seemed to be, you couldn't risk telling them, only for your life to fall apart all over again. You hated the thought of Robin being disgusted by you, no longer wanting to be in your presence, and you didn't like the thought of Steve thinking the same, and with his infamous experience with women in Hawkins, possibly fetishizing you.

And so you kept your secret with you, even after everything you'd all gone through. From the moment that Dustin and Max slid over the counter in a panic, learning from word of mouth and then firsthand experience what the Upside Down is, swimming into Lovers Lake to save Steve's ass, you and Eddie nearly succumbing to your injuries after you attempted to take down a swarm of Demobats, defeating Vecna, the town being destroyed by the "earthquake"... through all of it, you still didn't tell anyone about your sexuality.

The experience was traumatizing to say the least, but it did bring you all closer than you could have ever imagined or hoped for. Especially closer with Steve and Robin.

Which was not particularly a good thing in your mind.

Because you had developed romantic feelings for them both.

It happened when Robin jumped into the water after Steve was yanked down into Lover's Lake. You'd never seen such a beautiful act of bravery. It happened when Steve bit the bat that was choking him, spitting out it's blood. You'd never seen anything so fearless in your life. It happened when Robin held you tight when the Upside Down began to shake. You'd never had someone hold you in a way that made you feel so safe. It happened when Steve ripped off a fabric of his clothing to stop the heavy bleeding from your wounds after you'd fought the bats with Eddie. It happened when Robin would cook you meals and bring them to your apartment while you recovered in bed. It happened when the both of them spent the majority of their free time at the comfort of your home, trying to cheer you up and make sure your injuries were healing properly.

These feelings amplified even more when they both gave you the affectionate nickname "Bee", after you had been stung by one on your thigh over the summer and overly freaked out about it. You told them it had to have been a wasp, because it hurt so much! But they just laughed and continued to call you Bee, saying it was your fault for always wearing ripped jeans everyday, jokingly, of course.

And then you realized that the feelings you had for them didn't just spontaneously come up in the Upside Down.

Your adoration for them started when you began working at Family Video. But you had pushed those feelings aside, knowing that there was no way you could ever reveal yourself and risk destroying their wonderful friendship.

It's just that you couldn't help it. Steve is so devilishly handsome, helpful, selfless and endearing. And god, not to mention his gorgeous hair.

And Robin... she's so dorky, you could die of cuteness. The way she looked so beautiful no matter if she wore her hair up or down. So effortlessly funny and empathic. And those lips and smile... Damn it.

You felt so ashamed of yourself. Not for being... different. But because you had fallen for two people at the same time, and it just wasn't fair to them. So you never told them how you felt, not only because you didn't want to be outcasted, but because they're best friends.

Little did you know, ever since Steve and Robin first saw you walk into Family Video, they both immediately held a soft spot for you in their heart. They would playfully argue with each other about who you were into. Of course, neither of them thought they had a chance, but the way you hugged Steve, a little longer than a platonic friend would, and the way you would ruffle and play with his hair, made him wonder. And the way you dressed, not so feminine, but not exactly in a masculine way either, more like a tomboy with a pretty face and gorgeous hair, and the way you would hold a gaze with Robin, a little longer than a normal person would, made her wonder, too.

Nevertheless, you were a bit hard to read, the both of them would joke about it when you weren't around, but never taking it too seriously, and never making a move, just happy, and grateful, to be friends with you.

Especially on Robin's part, because she never told you her secret either. The only one who knew, was Steve.

This would soon all change.

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7 months after the events that took place, Hawkins working tirelessly to rebuild their community, you were driving home from work after a shift at Family Video that you had worked alone. You shivered, your nose and cheeks red and freezing, as you attempted to turn the heater on in your car, to no avail.

I don't know why I try, shit hasn't worked since I moved here.

Now that it was the middle of October, the chill in the air had begun to set in. You didn't mind too much though, you in fact liked the cold much better than the sweltering heat in the summer of Indiana.

Today was also your birthday, something you normally dreaded. All of your previous birthdays were hell, no pun intended. You were only ever given a new Bible every year as a present from your parents, and you weren't allowed to have sleepovers, even on your special day, and you were also never allowed to blow out a candle after being sung Happy Birthday, your mom claiming it was witchcraft to do so.

Absolute hypocrisy.

But tonight was going to be much better. You were planning on ordering a couple pizzas, relaxing and watching Labyrinth with Robin and Steve. You had already seen the movie, given where you work, but it's your favorite one by far. David Bowie and Jennifer Connelly are absolute works of art.

You parked your car and got out, still shivering, when you looked up and noticed in the window of your apartment, the lights were on. This was peculiar, as you never kept them on when you left. And just as quickly as you noticed the light was on, the light turned off. You immediately became worried, frightened even, and opened the trunk of your car to grab your crowbar.

You weren't going to go down without a fight. You'd been through too much already.

You crept your way up the stairs, leading to your door on the second floor of the building. You crept below the front window, not wanting whoever- or whatever- was in your house to see you. Your front door was opened slightly ajar. You took a deep breath, held up your weapon ready for attack, and kicked the door open. You saw some shadowy figures and just as you began to lunge for them, your light was flipped back on.

"SURPRISE!" They all shouted in unison.

You dropped the crowbar in shock.

Everyone was there. Everyone. Steve, Robin, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, Dustin, Max, Lucas, Will, El, Mike, everyone. The room was decorated by balloons and streamers in all your favorite colors, pizza and beers already in tow, and a big chocolate cake lay on the kitchen counter that said "Happy Birthday, Bee!"

As soon as they yelled, everyone slightly flinched at your near attack on them, Dustin being the exception, who screamed dramatically and fell backwards.

Everyone laughed and Eddie went to pick up the poor kid.

Robin ran up to you excitedly, grabbed your fists, and said, "It's a surprise party! For your birthday!" You chuckled a bit. "Yeah, I noticed that."

Steve came up to you and wrapped you in a big hug. "Happy birthday, Bee. I almost thought you were gonna smash my face in for a second!" You smiled against his chest. He smelled like cedarwood and eucalyptus. "Yeah, I thought I was going to, too! Thank you." You let go of each other and smiled at him. You looked over to Robin, grinned, and gave her a big hug too. She was all dressed up, in her own Robin way. She looked so damn beautiful.

As everyone behind them chatted amongst themselves, you raised your voice, "So, who's idea was it to throw me a surprise party, anyways?" Dustin caught your eye, raised his eyebrows and pointed directly at the pair next to you. "We did!" Robin announced. Steve chimed in, "Yeah, we've been planning it for a couple weeks now, that's why you worked by yourself today. We've been here, setting up everything."

Robin rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder playfully. "I blew up the balloons. He practically did nothing." Steve gave her a dirty look. "Hey, that's not true, I bought the cake! Anyways, we wanted to do this for you, because we know that your birthdays have always sucked, and we just wanted to make sure you had a good one this time, so-"

Steve stopped when he noticed tears threatening to spill down your face. Robin looked at you concerned, and held your hands in hers again. "I'm so sorry, Bee, we didn't mean to scare you, maybe we shouldn't have done this, I mean there are people that don't like surprise parties, we can all leave right now, I'm really sorry-"

"Sh." You smiled and looked into her eyes with the most amount of gratefulness, and gave the same glance to Steve. "This is better than anything I could have ever hoped for. Thank you both. So much. So so much." You pulled them in for a tight hug.

"Hey, birthday girl is crying!" Eddie announced. Everyone began to gather to where the three of you were, and started a massive giant group hug. You laughed and enjoyed the warm embrace.

An hour or so had passed, everyone eating pizza, laughing, listening to music and drinking beer, Steve smacking Dustin's hand when he attempted to grab one. Nancy and Jonathan, El and Mike, Lucas and Max all cuddled up on the couch.

"Cake time!" Robin announced. You felt a little nervous pit in your stomach, but you approached the kitchen counter.

Eddie lit the big, sparkly candle with his lighter. "One, two, three..." everyone began to sing Happy Birthday to you in unison. You didn't know what to do with yourself, shuffling your feet, smiling cheesy at everybody. You must have zoned out by the end of it, because a gentle but heavy hand placed itself on your shoulder. "It's time to make a wish." Steve whispered to you, just inches from your face. You didn't know if it was him or the candle that made your face feel hot. You looked over at Robin standing beside you, and she gave you a reassuring smile and squeezed your hand. You faced the candle, closed your eyes tightly, made a wish, and blew the candle out. Everyone cheered for you. It had to be the best feeling in the world.

Everyone lingered around for another couple hours, before it got a little quiet, the party starting to die down. Seeing as Steve, Robin and yourself had a few beers, Nancy, Jonathan and Eddie rounded up the younger bunch of the group to take them home. You thanked them. Nancy came up and gave you a hug before she walked out. "Happy Birthday." She said with a smile, and left.

Once everyone else was gone, you turned around to face Steve and Robin, sitting next to each other on the couch. "Looks like I'm stuck with you two, again." You rolled your eyes playfully. They both smiled and motioned for you to come sit on the couch between them. You obliged and once you sat down, Steve grabbed your waist and tickled you a bit, making you squeal. Robin gave him a look that said, 'wow, really?', but you hadn't noticed.

She began to talk. "So, we know that you said no presents, but..." you raised your eyebrow at her and she shushed you. "BUT... we both decided to chip in and just get you a small little something." You smiled and glanced over at Steve, him smiling back and giving you a little nod, his arm over your shoulder. Robin pulled a small little box out of her pocket and handed it to you. "You guys shouldn't have..." Steve gave you an excited look, "Come on, open it!"

Robin placed her hand on your leg as you took off the top of the box. You gasped.

It was a necklace. But not any regular necklace. It was a silver necklace, with a pendant of a bumblebee.

"Do you get it?" Robin asked enthusiastically. "Because that's your nickname! It's a bee!"

"Oh my god, you guys.. this is amazing." You gave each of them a tight, long, swaying hug. Robin took the necklace out of the box, and Steve smoothed your hair and pulled it up a bit, so she could put the necklace around you and clasp it.

A wash of sadness, and a bit of guilt came over you. You thumbed at the necklace, eyes watering again.

Steve interrupted your thoughts, "What's wrong, Bee?"

They must have noticed the look on your face. You shook your head and smiled again. "Nothing, it's just the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me. Thank you guys. So, so much. For everything.

Steve grinned ear to ear. "Alright, now... how's about that movie?" He looked at Robin and she nodded.

The three of you spent the rest of the evening watching Labyrinth, drinking more beers, laughing at the ridiculous characters, shoving each other playfully when Bowie sang "Magic Dance", aiming popcorn into each other's mouths, curled up on the couch with fuzzy blankets. As the end of the movie neared, the realization came into your mind again.

You were in love with both of them. And there was nothing you could do about it except keep pretending you don't, forever.

When the credits rolled, you stood up from the couch and fake yawned, declaring, "I'm whooped. I think I'm gonna go hit the hay now."

They both agreed that it was time for bed. As Steve laid down on your couch with a blanket and pillow, Robin began to follow you into your bedroom. You gave her an alarming look.

"What's wrong Bee?" Her sweet raspy voice, god how it melted you. You remembered that when you have sleepovers, the two of you usually share a bed, sometimes Steve, on occasion.

"Oh nothing, it's just that, if you sleep with me in my bed tonight, it'll be kinda hot-" you stopped yourself midsentence. "I mean, since we've been drinking and such, I think we'll get all hot and sweaty, ya know, body heat..." She scrunched her face into a confused look, but accepted your answer. "Okay..." she dragged the word out. "Where should I sleep then?"

"You can sleep in the guest bedroom tonight. It's got nice, clean new sheets. It'll be comfy, I promise."

"Okay, well, goodnight Bee."

"Goodnight."

And with that, she headed off to the guest bedroom, her bag of clothes for the next day in hand.

You looked over at Steve. He looked a little confused as well.

"Goodnight Steve."

"Sleep tight, Bee."

And with that, you headed into your room and gently shut the door. You laid on your bed, holding onto a pillow as you stared at the wall. You thumbed the little bee necklace a bit, before you put your pillow over your face and quietly cried into it. You had the most wonderful day, maybe in your whole life, but you couldn't help but let the tears stream down your cheeks, thinking about what you had to hide from the both of them. Not only your romantic feelings towards the both of them that you felt equally, but your own sexuality. Once you felt you had no more tears to cry, you sighed deeply, and fell asleep.

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2 weeks had gone by since your birthday, and it was now the day before Halloween. You could feel the spooky excitement in the air, especially with all the customers coming in to Family Video to rent some horror and slasher films, shaking your head with a grin when children would rent Friday the 13th, knowing they would soon regret it. You and your two best friends had spent the last week working on your costumes together, extremely excited to celebrate the holiday as you had never been able to before because of your upbringing. Unfortunately, Eddie declined to join in on the fun, as he said Halloween was a "big selling" night for him.

With Robin having the day off, Steve and yourself were in the last hour of your shift. He was at the front of the store, putting up some silly pumpkin and ghost stickers in the windows, along with a "Closed 4 Halloween!!" sign with some not so impressive handwriting. Thankfully, Keith loved Halloween and was happy to close the store for the holiday.

You were behind the desk, organizing some tapes. You couldn't help but to look at Steve get frustrated with the stickers, cursing and murmuring to himself as he ran his fingers through his hair. You silently giggled to yourself at his dilemma, he was adorable when agitated, and damn, did he look good with his back towards you as much as the front. You couldn't help but to feel a flutter in your stomach, and heat rising to your cheeks...

Stop it.

As Steve finished up with his decorations and you finished up with organizing some tapes, you walked to the side of the store to restock some new arrivals, preparing for when Family Video was open again on the 1st.

As you tried your best to reach on your tippy toes to stock a new tape, you were about to jump to try to get it on the top shelf, when you heard a gentle voice behind you.

"Hey, let me get that for you."

Steve grabbed the tape from you as you turned around to face him. He placed it in its correct spot on the shelf effortlessly. When he was reaching over you, you couldn't help but to stare at the length of his bare neck, him being only inches in front of you. Your heart skipped a beat, and you forgot to breathe for a moment.

Steve must have noticed you staring at him for a bit too long, your cheeks beginning to get a rosy flush to them. "Hey, Bee... is uh... is everything okay?"

You shook out of your trance like state, feeling embarrassed, but quickly came up with a rebuttal, "Oh yeah, I'm fine, it's just that I definitely could have done that by myself, eventually." You gave him a high and mighty, but playful look.

He chuckled a bit, "Yeah, maybe if you grabbed a ladder."

You rolled your eyes and gave a cheeky smile, "Whatever Steve, I totally could have done it, even without a ladder." You gave him a teasing, but light shove to his shoulder. Your giggling stopped when you looked at him in his eyes again.

He was staring at your face, full on staring, with a slight purse to his lips. You attempted to put a more serious look on your face, but it ended up looking more dreamy as you gazed in his eyes, memorizing all the details of his face.

This went on for what seemed like an eternity, but was more like ten seconds, before you broke out of the trance and cleared your throat, "So, um... anyways, um... tomorrow is gonna be really fun!" You smiled sheepishly.

Steve took an awkward step back from you, chuckling nervously while running his hand through his stupid, glorious hair, breaking eye contact and looking at the floor, "Yeah, yeah! No, um- yeah, it's gonna be great! I can't wait until we all see each other in our costumes."

You, too, looked at the floor and, with a timid babble, continued to fill the awkward tension between you two. "Yeah, we've been really working hard on them, and it'll be fun to see the kids you just love to babysit, going around trick or treating."

Steve smiled, thinking of his beloved 'children'. "Yeah, I assume at least half of them will be going as Ghostbusters again."

"Yep... it's definitely their favorite movie, and knowing Eddie, he'll probably dress up as some D&D character... or something nerdy like that while he's out selling." You exhaled deeply, loudly at the end of your sentence, as if you'd forgotten how to breathe again.

He gave you an awkward, and possibly even disappointed half smile. He couldn't think of anything to say back, and neither could you, as you continued to stare at the floor and shuffle your feet for a moment. The tension in the air was so thick, you could cut it with a knife, a stomach full of nervousness and desire that you desperately wanted to go away, but at the same time, you liked a little too much.

Steve broke the heavy silence. "So um, it's 8:00 now, time to close up." He looked at the door. You gave a quiet "Okay." with a small crack in your voice.

You headed down to the breakroom to gather your belongings and head home, trying to think of anything other than your feelings for both Steve and Robin, while he turned off the lights and flipped the 'Open' sign over to 'Closed', and locked the door.

You grabbed your bag, filled with little things any girl would have- chapstick, hand lotion, a small roller of perfume, your keys. You fumbled around in it to pull the latter out, and as you turned around, he was standing right in front of you.

Steve was standing right in front of you. Merely inches away. You looked up at him, surprised, your face getting hot by the second from his sudden closeness.

"So... you really do like that necklace we got you?"

You grabbed the pendant with your thumb and index finger and rubbed it.

"Yeah, no, I really do. I've worn it everyday since." You smiled at him gratefully, but still feeling confused as to what was going on.

"Yeah, yeah, I can tell.. I'm glad you really like it. It looks really... good on you." He stuttered between his words, taking in short inhales. His cheeks were turning a dark pink. Yours were too, you could feel it, yet still tried your best to ignore it.

"Well... thank you." You gave him a small smile of appreciation, and couldn't help but to lean back against the table a bit, an involuntary reaction of the close distance between you two.

Steve looked around the room anxiously, and said in a voice a little louder than before, "Hey, so, um... I have to tell you something." He ran his hand through his hair again, in some kind of attempt to soothe himself.

You pursed your lips and gulped, him waiting for a response so he could continue. "Okay."

He sighed, staring away at a wall for half the statement, before eventually turning his eyes over to look in yours. "So, I've been feeling... having some feelings for you. For a while now. And I haven't been able to tell if you've been feeling the same way about me, you're a little unreadable sometimes- which is fine! It's totally okay. It's just that I told..." He paused. "A friend of ours how I felt. And she- er, they, told me to stop being a wuss, and tell you how I feel." He continued to ramble and stumble on his words. "And I want you to know, that if you don't feel the same, that it's totally okay! Totally fine, we could always stay friends no matter what, that's something I'd never wanna ruin, because, we've just been through a lot together, you know? Like, all of us." He paused for a moment to look at your reaction, get a response, whether it was acceptance, rejection, (which he felt like would be a dagger in the heart, but he would do his best to hide it) anything. He just needed some type of reponse to what he confessed to you.

And the way that he had confessed to you, it felt like he had been saving it up for, who knows how long, and sounded very rehearsed, despite the skittish way he spoke to you.

You looked down on the floor, and smiled a bit, through you were trying hard not to, contemplating what you could manage out with words.

"So, this... friend. Was this friend Robin? The one who told you to tell me all this?" You focused on his face again. His way too pretty face.

He let out a shaky, breathy laugh. "Yeah, yeah, it was. Been telling me for a while now." He stopped for a moment before continuing.

"So, uh, everything I just told you, how do you feel about it?" He stretched the last few words.

You didn't know what to say. You went inside your own mind for a moment, thinking about Robin, how she told Steve to confess the way he felt about you. It hurt your heart for a moment, but at the same time, there he was, right in front of you, reciprocating feelings you were to oblivious to know he had.

You continued to lean back into the table, but gazed at him through half-lidded, dreamy eyes, face now cherry red in adoration. And he was noticing the way you were looking at him, too.

He took a small step forward, gazing into your face the same way. When you gave no body language of hesitation, he took another step forward, until he was leaning down, looking into your hazed eyes. You couldn't help but to break contact, but only to slowly look at his lips. They looked hungry. And they looked like they would fit perfectly against yours. You looked back into his eyes, only to catch him focusing on your lips too. He looked up into your eyes again, pupils dilated. And he decided that the way you were looking at him, was enough permission.

Steve made the first move.

He leaned in, gently pressing his mouth onto yours, one hand on the table you were leaning on, and another cradling the side of your face. You returned the kiss as quickly as he gave it, turning it into a long, strung out embrace, before he pulled back to get a look at your face.

"You're so pretty, Bee. You know that?" He whispered into your mouth.

"Steve..."

He kissed you again, again, and again, before both of your hands were holding his face, one of his still on yours, and the other one smoothing down your back. He slid his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entrance, to which you obliged. He licked into your mouth, your tongue now dancing with his, in perfect, so perfect sync.

The kisses were beginning to get faster, sloppier, more desperate after each and every one. You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together after he put a leg between them. He began to suck on your bottom lip, gaining a whimper from you. The both of you were feeling hotter and hotter by the second, an ache deep down low, when you abruptly broke the kiss, taking in a deep, loud inhale.

"Steve," you panted, "I have to tell you something."

He was breathing heavily too. "Yeah? What is it? You okay?"

"Well, yes... and no."

He gave you a confused look, and pulled back from you to let you speak.

"Steve, I really have to tell you something. Something big. And I just... I really hope you don't hate me for it." Your voice cracked, filled with guilt.

"Well... what is it?" He looked a little worried, thinking perhaps you had a boyfriend you never told him about.

"So, there's something about me that's different. That absolutely no one knows."

He nodded eagerly, "Well, go on, tell me! We've been through actual hell and back, you can tell me anything." He smiled.

"Okay, um..." you fumbled with your necklace again. "So obviously, I really like boys..."

He nodded again, facial expression motioning for you to continue.

"I really like girls too Steve." You immediately looked away from him, tears at the corners of your eyes, absolutely terrified of his reaction.

"Really?"

You nodded and continued to look away from him.

"That's it?"

You snapped your face forward to look at him in shock, wide-eyed.

He chuckled a bit. "That's okay! That's fine! That's great! I have a friend, um, well I know a girl that's into girls too. But honey, honey," he leaned forward and grabbed your face, looked into your still bewildered eyes. "What does that have to do with us?" He paused for a second and smiled, before leaning in to kiss you eagerly again. And as much as your body wanted to, needed to so badly, there was still guilt in your heart, so you immediately pulled back and looked away.

"Steve, we have to stop." You said quietly.

A wave of sadness washed over him. "Why? Do you.. do you not like me this way?"

You perked up and gave a sad, empathetic smile. "No, no- I mean yes, I do! I really, really do, and I have for such a long time Steve. It's just that... there's someone else too."

His heart dropped.

"So, are you dating someone else?"

"No, I'm not dating anyone else. I'm not in a relationship or anything. It's just that... I have feelings for someone else too. And I love- like you as much as I like them. The same. So I can't just string you along like that." You began to quietly sob with that last sentence.

Steve just stared at you. Still completely confused as to what was going on. What was going on?

"I have to go, um, but I really think we should all still hang out tomorrow, have fun, you know, and we can talk about this later." You pulled your keys out of your bag and headed for the parking lot.

Steve stood still for a second, thinking, taking everything in, before running out after you.

"Bee! Hey, Bee! Please, wait up! Hold on a second-"

You had already gotten into your car, turning onto the street to get home, crying, absolutely wailing into the chilly night, in absolute disbelief of yourself for possibly ruining not only your life, but a pure friendship that was established long before you came into the picture.

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The next day, with swollen eyes from crying yourself to sleep the night before, you were looking into your full length mirror, inspecting your makeup. It wasn't much, but makeup was not necessary for the costume you were wearing for Halloween. You looked down at your long, strapless white dress, that you had squeezed red ink all over to make it look bloody. You hadn't poured any onto your face or hair, not wanting to wash it all out after what's supposed to be a long night. You gave the dress a little smile, proud of the outcome of your makeshift costume of Carrie, your all time favorite horror movie.

You heard a knock at your door, confused as to who it could be. You looked at the time, it was 7 p.m.

You opened the door cautiously, only for Robin to barge in, pulling you into a big, tight hug. "Oh my god, you look amazing!" she said excitedly in her beautiful, raspy voice, looking at you up and down.

You squeezed her right back and laughed. She smelled like vanilla and strawberries. It was a little too intoxicating.

You let go of each other's grasps. "Robin, are you kidding? You look amazing, like, so hot!" She smiled big and blushed at the comment. You marked it off as friendly flattery.

She was going as her favorite horror movie character, too. Freddy Krueger. Complete with the long-sleeved, red striped sweater, that hugged her body so perfectly, with some tight, black ripped jeans and black leather, buckled boots. You guessed she decided not to go with the Freddy claw, after all.

"I was supposed to come pick you up! Did you walk all the way here?"

She nodded enthusiastically.

"Why?"

"I just wanted to surprise you! I'm just so excited for tonight! It's gonna be so much fun!" She jumped, her fists squeezed tight, in the most adorable fashion you'd ever seen.

"Well, now that I'm already here," she continued, "Let's just go now, and get a headstart and meet up with Steve! I'm sure he's already babysitting anyways." She chuckled.

You let out a nervous laugh and fidgeted with your bee pendant again. "Yeah... Steve," you huffed, "yeah, we should do that."

Robin might be quirky, out of the box, but she's not stupid. She raised her eyebrows at you, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

You were silent for a moment before you collected yourself and said "Oh, no, nothing bad! Just that... he was really annoying at work yesterday. Mixed up some tapes with the, uh, wrong boxes."

She gave you an empathetic nod and smile, "I get it. That's Steve for ya. Are you ready to go? Because I am!"

You gave her a cheesy smile, taking in her delightfully sunny demeanor, "Absolutely. Let me get my shoes on."

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The two of you pulled up beside Steve's house, blaring and singing along to "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" with the windows rolled down.

You turned your car off the moment Steve walked up to your driver's side window and ducked into it. "Nice music taste, ladies."

Steve was in costume, wearing the classic blue jumpsuit, black jacket, black boots and a Jason Voorhees mask, except the mask was resting on top of his fluffy head. And for some reason he looked... hot. You nearly drooled.

Robin noticed your lack of response and rebuttled, "Steve, don't even act like you don't know all the lyrics to this song."

He threw his hands up in defense. "Hey, it was against my will!"

You laughed softly, absent mindedly, deep in thought, before he broke you out of it. "Hey, Bee. The dress came together well. You look really nice."

You were surprised at his compliment, given the events of the night before. "Oh, um, thank you." You half smiled at him, a sad look in your eyes.

Robin crossed her arms and pouted.

Steve went into defensive mode again. "Hey, you look nice too, okay? Very scary." He said the last words sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You look so super scary, too. Let's go." Steve backed away as the both of you got out of your car.

The three of you were taking the 'kiddos' trick or treating in Steve's neighborhood, as Dustin claimed, "That's where all the full size candy bars are!" The three of you followed the kids around for about 2 hours, pillow cases out, laughing all around, collecting massive amounts of candy. You couldn't help but smile to yourself, glad they were soaking up the last years of their childhood before the adults deemed them "too old" to be trick-or-treating.

As you were walking back to Steve's house, you cursed yourself for not bringing a jacket. The weather was supposed to be somewhat nice tonight, but the chilly breeze began to bite at your arms, as you were in a sleeveless gown. You rubbed your arms over each other in an attempt to warm yourself. Steve noticed.

"Here, take this." He began to take his jacket off to hand to you.

"No, Steve, it's okay, honestly-"

"Bee, I insist. You're freezing, and I know the heat doesn't work in your car. Take it." He offered the jacket to you, smiling. Like a real, genuine smile. As if last night never happened.

"Well... thank you. That's nice of you-" You put his jacket on. It smelled just like him.

Damn it.

"Don't say that's nice of me. We're friends, and that's what friends are for." He ruffled your hair playfully and you giggled nervously.

Why is he acting like everything's okay?

You looked over to Robin walking beside you. She seemed to be lost in thought, staring at the sidewalk, making sure not to step on any cracks. She felt eyes on her and looked up at you, changing her expression from a dissociated one to a happy smile, but there was something else in her eyes. Angst? You couldn't tell.

As you arrived back at your car, you offered Steve's jacket back to him, but he refused insistently. You hesitantly accepted his response.

"So, after I take these kids back home, we still having a beer or two at your place, Bee?"

You got into your car, as did Robin, and affirmed to him, "Yeah, of course, I just have to do something first, but I'll give you a call."

He smirked affectionately and gave your car a couple taps, before walking up the driveway to load the kids up in his car, and driving off to take them home.

"So..." Robin began. "That was fun."

You beamed at her. "It was super fun. I never got to dress up before and it was really cool watching kids trick-or-treating for the first time!"

"Speaking of," she pulled some candy bars out of her pockets, "I was able to steal these from Dustin." She waved them in front of you proudly. You laughed joyfully. "Nice one!" You exclaimed, snatching a Snickers out of her hand, opening it immediately. The chocolate was a little melted from being in her pocket, but you didn't care. She followed right after you, the two of you giving your candy bars a 'cheers' as you took a bite.

The two of you didn't bother to drive away from Steve's house for a while, listening to music, making fun of everyone's costumes and just soaking up each others time. After about 20 minutes of fun, you remembered there was something you had to do. There was an immediate ache in your heart, and you felt terrified, but that it was time to do it.

As the laughing died down, you began to explain, "So, um, Robin, I have to tell you something. And I really hope you won't judge me for it, but I understand if you do. There's a few things I have to tell you, actually..." you trailed off as you looked at her face, noticing a piece of chocolate on the side of her mouth. She looked at you wide-eyed. "What? What's wrong?"

You smiled at her and couldn't help but bust out a laugh. She laughed too, though she didn't know what about. That's one thing you loved about her. It was so contagious when she laughed. You wanted to stay in this moment forever. You didn't want to have to tell her anything. But you knew you had to.

Just one more moment of bliss...

"Here, you have something," you giggled, "let me get that for you." You leaned over towards her to rub the chocolate off. The giggling began to die down as you rubbed the pad of your thumb across the side of her mouth. You did it, ever so gently, and couldn't help but notice how soft her skin is, how pretty her hair looked.

When you looked into her eyes, she was gazing into yours. She half grinned and sucked her bottom lip in her mouth a bit, never taking her eyes off of you, only to glance at your own lips. She was looking at you, in a way you'd never noticed before. It seemed... loving?

"Hey, Bee?" She whispered, face inches away from yours, breathing in each other's scent.

"Yeah?" You exhaled.

"I think I already know. And I hope I'm right."

"What? What do you already know?"

Both of your faces instinctively leaned in at the same time, as you pressed your lips onto hers. It was gentle. It was romantic. Her lips were so soft, plush, just like you'd always imagined.

She pulled away first. "So... am I right?"

Tears poked at the corners of your eyes. You nodded slowly. "Yeah, you're right."

It was then you both grabbed each other's faces, holding them for another kiss, only this time, it was more desperate. You couldn't believe it. Not only did she feel the same way about you, she was different in the same way you were. You could have exploded from relief and joy right then and there.

You swiped your tongue across her lips and she whimpered, granting you access to her mouth. You both moaned into this deeper kiss. Teeth clashing, sloppy, heavy breathing, perfectly in sync-

It was then you realized you had to stop.

This wasn't fair for her either. All you wanted to do was be with her. But you wanted to be with someone else too. That someone else was Steve. You knew you couldn't have your cake and eat it, too.

You pulled away from her, wiping your tears with the sleeve of- fuck- of Steve's jacket.

Robin immediately began to apologize. "Bee, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry, I knew I shouldn't have done that, I knew I shouldn't have assumed-"

You shushed her and comforted her immediately. You knew exactly what it was like to be in her position, and you didn't envy it.

"Robin, you have done absolutely nothing wrong. Do you hear me? Absolutely nothing wrong. You're right. I am into ladies. And I'm into you. And you're perfect."

She smiled, but with a melancholy look on her face. "Okay, well, then what's wrong?" she asked quietly in that sweet voice of hers.

"Nothing about you, Robin. You are so beautiful, so perfect..." you trailed off. "It's just that, I'm into guys too."

She perked up. "Well that's okay. Being bisexual is totally a thing, too!"

You smiled. "Thank you... it's just that... Steve and I..." your breathing began to shake. "Steve and I kissed last night at work, too. Because I have feelings for him too. And I have the same amount of feelings for you, too. You're so beautiful, Robin. And you deserve to be with someone that's completely devoted to you, and only you. So I can't be with you, and I can't be with Steve. It's just... it's not fair for either of you." You confessed, absolutely weeping at this point.

You didn't look up to her face to see her reaction, as you were crying into the sleeves of Steve's jacket, ashamed, riddled with guilt, but you felt a gentle, delicate hand come up to your back to comfort you, when all of the sudden, you felt a tapping on your window.

You looked up. It was Steve.

You rolled down your window.

"Hey, what are you guys still doing h- wait, Bee, are you crying?"

You sniffed, not wanting to look at his face or Robin's. You felt you didn't deserve to ever look at them again.

"Steve, please take Robin home. Or have her spend the night with you."

"What? Why? What happened?"

"I told her." You snapped, not meaning to. "I told her everything. That I like girls, that I have feelings for you, that I have feelings for her, and I've ruined everything and should've never said anything. I'm so, so sorry."

Steve stood still like a statue, in awe and worry. You got out of your car, walked over to the passenger side door, and opened it for her to get out. You felt it was the last respectful thing you could do for her.

"Bee-" she started.

"No, Robin. Please. Just go with Steve. Both of you, the both of you deserve so much better."

You got back into your car, and drove away as fast as you could. You turned your music up to drown out the sound of your breakdown, feeling like you could have possibly ruined a friendship. A pure one. One that was unbreakable. And you cried your eyes out, all the way home.

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Once you walked into your apartment, feeling the most guilt you'd ever felt in your life, you tossed your keys onto the floor, and began to take off your jacket-

Steve's jacket. You were still wearing it.

"Fuck!" You cried out, peeling it off of you and throwing it onto the coffee table.

You sat down on the floor and weeped to yourself for awhile, not feeling sorry for yourself, but for your best friend's lives you just ruined, if you can even call them that anymore. Not only that, but you would surely have to call Keith in the morning to quit your job.

After you had no more tears left to cry, you decided to go take a shower. You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror for a while, before slipping out of the red ink splattered white dress. You let the hot, steamy water run over your face for a while, and carried on your shower routine, headed to your room, and slipped into some cotton panties, and some soft, comfortable pajama shorts and tank top. Your feet were still cold from the night's chill, so you opted for some white slouch socks. You got into bed, feeling the cool sheets on your skin, and snuggled into your pillow as much as you could. Your fingers habitually went towards the bee pendant to play with, and another feeling of despair and grief washed over you.

You were nearly half asleep when you heard a few knocks on your front door, and your eyes shot open.

These were familiar knocks you knew all too well.

You couldn't face this right now. Everything just came crashing down, hardly hours ago. There was no way.

You heard the familiar, gentle knocks on your door again.

You got out of bed and walked slowly to the door, your heart threatening to jump right out of your chest.

You faced your front door, and opened it, hanging your head low in shame. You didn't have to look up to know who was standing there.

"What are you doing here?" You asked quietly, almost a whisper.

"Bee, please let me in-"

"We can't do this right now, Robin. I can't do this. I don't want to cause any more problems." You felt the lump in your throat.

She grabbed her hands with yours, and gently squeezed them.

"Bee, please just listen to me. You're not gonna hurt me. Please let me in, and just let me talk to you."

You slowly looked up at her, eyes glazing over with tears again.

She was no longer in her Freddy outfit. She was wearing an oversized shirt now, and sweatpants. Comfortable clothes. Clothes for... going to sleep in?

Her face had an empathic smile on it, her eyebrows screwed together with worry, but a smile that somehow said, 'it's okay'.

You thought about it for a moment, and realized you couldn't turn her away, not when she'd walked all the way here in her bunny slippers. The slippers you'd got her for her birthday.

You let go of her hands and sighed, stepping aside so she could walk in. You gently closed the door behind you.

"Robin, I'm so-"

She shushed you kindly, and ever so gingerly grabbed your hand.

"Can we go in your room and talk?"

You paused for a moment and nodded. She kicked off her slippers, and lead you to your bedroom. She sat down on your bed, still holding your hand, and pulled you to sit you down next to her, directly facing her.

"Bee... I need you to know that you haven't hurt my feelings."

You slightly scoffed, staring down onto the bed and not looking in her eyes, not believing her one bit.

She picked up on your energy. "I'm serious," she took a deep breath and continued, "and you haven't hurt Steve, either. We talked about it."

This is when you looked at her face, her beautiful face, a mixture of confusion and disbelief on your face. "I'm not really understanding... what's... what's happening right now?"

She smiled at you, a smile that radiated adoration for you. "I know that you didn't want to hurt me or Steve, but the thing is... We've gone through hell and back together, even before you came to Hawkins, and..." another pause as she tried to make her words make sense, "Me and him, him and I, you know, we're best friends. We both want what's best for each other. So, I'm here with you, right here, right now, because," she squeezed your hands again, "we talked about it, and it's okay."

You weren't fully grasping what she was trying to tell you. "Robin... I want you- I want to be with you, but like I told you... I still have feelings for Steve, too."

She nodded at you. "I know, and that's okay."

You were surprised. "How is it okay? How is that fair for you?"

She let go of your hand, and held up her right to tenderly cup the side of your face.

"It's just okay, and," she bit her bottom lip, looked down nervously, and looked back in your eyes, "If you want, you know, if you want me, then I want you too, and... you can have me. We can have each other."

She leaned in her face a bit closer to yours, a certain gesture you couldn't ignore. You gazed into her eyes, yours filled with tears, and glanced at her lips. Her plump, soft, pink lips. You leaned forward too, placing a hand on the side of her face and jaw.

When you pressed your lips together, it felt even better than the first time. It was long, drawn out, gentle, and you could've melted into a puddle right then and there. You both broke the kiss simultaneously, only to take a quick inhale of each others mouths, before your lips crashed together again.

You pulled her towards you, pulling her in closer, as your kisses began to pick up the pace, heavy breathing, tasting her vanilla chapstick, and the sweet candy on her tongue she must have eaten before coming here.

She took a chance and sucked on your bottom lip, earning a small moan from you, beginning feel the heat from your inner thighs. She let go with a pop, and you turned your face to the side, licking a circle inside her lips. She opened for you, your tongues now colliding, teeth beginning to clash, the embrace growing more and more desperate as each second passed. You both began to rise to your knees, holding each other tightly, not possibly getting close enough, as the two of you kept this hot, heavy pace going.

You slid your hands up her back, pulling her even closer to sit on your lap. She wrapped her legs around your waist, as you began to snake your hands down her back, towards her ass, softly running circles over her hips with your thumbs. She hummed into your mouth and raked her hands through your hair in contentment, then coming down your neck, to your collarbone, hands resting just above your breasts.

Your hands slid around to the front of her shirt, gently cupping underneath her own breasts. You broke the kiss softly, not wanting to, but feeling you had to tell her something between heavy pants.

"Robin, I've never, um, I've never gotten to this point before with a woman."

She smiled at you, half lidded, "It's okay. I haven't either. I hope that's okay."

You nodded and stared affectionately at her face, into her beautiful blue eyes, smiling, feeling intoxicated by her presence, her closeness to you.

Your hands ran down the front of her shirt, fingers slipping underneath the hem. She gave a satisfactory sigh, her hands beginning to tug under your tank top.

Everything happened so fast.

You let go of her, eagerly pulling your shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere in your room, Robin doing the same as quickly as you did.

You both took a moment to admire each other's bare chests. Her breasts were perky, so perfect, better than anything you could have ever imagined. You felt her hands smooth up your stomach, eagerly looking down at you for some kind of permission. You nodded, absolutely dazed out, and she cupped your bare breasts, running her thumbs over your hardened nipples, admiring them in awe. This action made you gasp, grabbing her hips and grinding into her, her grinding back in unison. She leaned down to kiss you again, but you caught her off guard, immediately planting your lips on her neck. She keened into you, mouth agape, as you began your assault on her soft, sensitive skin. You open mouth kissed her sloppily, making your way across her throat as she dug her nails in your back. You kissed below her right ear and she moaned your name, her voice sounding like one of an angel. Content that you had found her sweet spot, you began to suck, harder than you were planning to. Robin began murmuring things to herself you couldn't make out, blissed out in absolute euphoria. Once you'd left a pretty, hot pink bruise on that spot, you gently nibbled and kissed at it, as if to make it all better.

You began your descent down her chest, kissing and licking until your face was between her breasts. You began to massage one, gently teasing one nipple, taking the other one into your mouth, sloppily kissing and sucking on it. She groaned and arched into your face, panting as she lightly scratched down your back. You switched sides after a minute and did the same, making sure both got the same attention, her nuzzling into your neck, whispering to you just how good it felt.

You gave her a sweet, gentle kiss to her stomach, panting, needing more. You wanted to make her feel better than she ever has in her life.

You placed a hand on the small of her back and another on the back of her neck as you gently laid her down onto your bed, her messy hair pressed into a pillow.

You hovered over her, hands interwining hers and kissed her feverishly again for a moment, before pulling back to admire her face.

"Robin," you whispered affectionately, "you are so perfect. You are the prettiest girl in the world." She blushed at your confession.

"No, honey, I think that would be you." She leaned up and pressed sweet kisses onto your neck.

The endearing word she called you did something to you.

You kissed her on the lips, hard, passionate, breathless, and began to move down her body, kissing every bit of her you could, before pressing a kiss to her lower stomach, just above the line of her sweatpants, and she shivered. It was then you stopped, and sat back up, kneading into her thighs.

"Babe... do you wanna stop now?" You asked quietly.

She looked at you with hazy eyes. "No, no, I don't. I really don't. I'm just a little nervous."

You smiled at her, resting your face on her knee and giving it a peck. "It's okay, I'm nervous, too. But you are, god Robin, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in the world. And I know every single part of you is beautiful, and I would love to prove that to you."

She smiled back up at you, looking almost as if she were to cry. She nodded and quietly said, "Okay. Yes.. I want to. I want you, Bee."

You crawled back over her, filled with joy, pure love, and gave her a big kiss. You both giggled nervously, but excitedly.

You leaned back again and began to tug at the waistband of her pants, stopping for a moment to make sure it was still okay. When she nodded at you again, you grinned ear to ear, pulling them down, tugging at the ankles until you peeled them off, gingerly setting them next to you on the bed.

You couldn't help but bite your lip, looking at her body, the small soaked circle on the middle of her white panties. You leaned down towards the apex of her thighs, placing a soft kiss on the wet spot she'd created. She gasped, and gave a small, adorable little laugh, before biting her own bottom lip again. You grabbed the sides of them, delicately sliding them off of her legs, placing them with her sweatpants.

You groaned at the sight of her completely bare, right in front of you. Her body was absolutely unreal, there was no way that this beautiful of a woman was lying here, on your bed, just for you.

"Robin," you panted, "you are an absolute goddess. So pretty, everything about you is so pretty."

She whimpered at your statement, thighs rubbing together for some kind of friction.

You leaned over her again, cradling the soft skin of her face. "I'm gonna do my best to make you feel so good, okay?"

She smiled and kissed the front of your neck. "Okay."

Nervous butterflies danced in your stomach as you pressed you lips towards her again, quickly setting a desperate, heavy pace. You roamed your hand down her abdomen, gently sliding your fingers through her wet folds. She moaned into your mouth as you moved your fingers up and down, collecting her slick, and she arched into your hand. You placed a finger against her entrance and she arched yet again.

You slowly inserted a digit into her. She moaned heavily into your mouth as you began to set a slow pace, trying to remember what you like about your own body. You inserted another digit, quickly curling both of them inside her to find her sweet, spongy spot. She groaned a mixture your name and expletives as you moved your fingers in and out of her, curling into that sweet spot every time.

"Bee, I'm already gonna-"

You stopped your pace and shushed her, her whimpering at the loss. "Sh, hold on baby, I'm gonna let you, but I'm gonna make it feel better than this." You gave her a tender kiss and moved down her body, grabbing a hold of underneath her knee and placing it over your shoulder, kissing the inside of her thigh, before you set the pace you had before with your fingers, and kissed her aching clit.

"Fuck," she cried, "please don't stop."

You began to lick circles around her clit with your tongue, starting to suck on it, not too hard, but not too soft. She grabbed your hair with a hand, pulling by your scalp, and cried out in pleasure, as you curled your fingers inside, licking and sucking her little button until-

"It's happening, please-"

You didn't speed up the pace, knowing that what you were doing was exactly what she needed, and you sucked and fucked your fingers in her through her high, Robin crying and grinding into your face.

As soon as her panting slowed, you removed your mouth from her now swollen clit, careful to not overstimulate her, and removed your fingers, sucking her juices from them appreciatively. You crawled over her again, grabbing her face and kissing her deeply, romantically. "Robin, you're so, so pretty. You're so pretty, babe." You affirmed her again, smoothing her hair. She smiled into your kiss, giggling a little bit.

You giggled back. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, it's just that, I'm so happy, that felt so good... and now it's your turn."

She quickly and swiftly flipped you right over, despite her usual clumsiness, and hastily grabbed your little shorts, peeling them and your underwear off at the same time, throwing them somewhere on the floor of the dimly lit room.

She began to nip and suck on your inner thighs, smiling against your skin, as you gasped and arched into her touch, surprised by the sudden change in situation.

She leaned in and gave you a kiss on your sopping wet hole. You moaned her name and exhaled deeply, never having felt this kind of touch before.

She looked up at you with playful, almost devilish eyes. "I've always wanted to do this."

She put a leg over her shoulder, shoving her face into your heat, not easing you into it at all, and began lapping you up as if she was starved. You squeezed her head with your thighs, crying out in pleasure, and she then inserted a digit into you, instantly curling it the way you'd done to her.

"Oh, fuck, Robin-"

She quickly inserted another into you, pumping in and out of you, curling inside of you everytime she pushed into you.

You grabbed her hair desperately as she worked on you, tongue flat against your clit, swirling around it and sucking on it, moving at a faster pace everytime you moaned her name.

She was too good at this.

You grinded into her mouth and hand, feeling the yummy knot in your stomach forming faster than it ever had before. It felt as if you'd died and went to heaven, and this was it.

"Robin, I'm gonna-"

Your world crashed down around you in the best way possible as you heavily panted, eyes nearly rolling in the back of your head as she fucked you through your high.

She was absolutely otherworldly.

Once she knew you were finished, she removed her hand from the sensitive area she'd just devoured, climbing back towards you to collapse on the bed next to you, intertwining your fingers with hers as you both stared at the ceiling for a few moments, gasping for air.

"Robin," you turned your head towards her, "I've never came that quick in my life."

She smiled, absolutely giddy, "Really?"

You nodded and smiled back, "Really, that was.. amazing. I don't know how else to describe it."

She curled towards you and pulled you into her, limbs on limbs, bare chest against bare chest, as you breathed in each other's scent, the both of you feeling over the moon, feeling...

"I love you." You whispered, "Like, I'm in love with you."

She tucked your hair behind your ear, "I'm in love with you too, Bee."

"Really?"

"Really."

You nuzzled into each other for a while longer, before she kissed your forehead, and abruptly sat up to get dressed.

You reached your arms out to her and whined, "Where are you going?"

She pulled her shirt over her head, "Getting dressed, silly. There's still some unfinished business."

You shot up out of bed. "Unfinished business?"

"Yeah. Come on babe, time to get dressed."

You hesitantly got up and did as she asked, still extremely confused and nervous about what she could be talking about.

She began to walk out of the room. "I'll be right back. I just need to go outside real quick. Be back in two minutes, I promise."

You raised your eyebrow at her, sitting on the edge of your bed. "Okay..."

You fiddled with your bee pendant again, filled with anxiety, wondering what she was doing.

Finally, you heard your front door open again.

"Robin...?"

You heard her telling someone to come inside, and another set of footsteps that weren't hers. Heavier footsteps.

You instantly froze. There was no way.

Robin walked into your room with him. "Here she is."

You felt your jaw hit the floor.

There he was. Steve Harrington. In all his stupid, handsome glory. Wearing some grey sweatpants and a white t shirt. Hair somewhat messy.

You stared at him, wide-eyed, your heart beating rapidly through your chest, forgetting to breathe for a moment. Your face turned hot, cheeks burning red.

Steve looked at you sitting on your bed, a gentle look in his eyes, a loving grin on his face.

"Hey, Bee." He said softly.

You continued to stare at him, eyes darting between the two of them as they stood before you, and began to talk, voice a little louder this time.

"Robin... Steve, what's going on?"

Robin took a seat on the edge of the bed next to you, looking at you affectionately and giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Remember when I told you that we talked? Steve and I?"

You nodded slowly, a confused expression on your face.

She continued, "Well, remember when I said that we just want the best for each other? Steve and I... we both have feelings for you, and we both want to be with you, and we're both okay with that, more than okay actually. Obviously, you know, there would be boundaries and stuff, because I'm gay, but... yeah. We can all just... be together." She gave you a hopeful smile, now holding both of your hands, rubbing circles into your palms.

You were quiet, trying to take everything in. You looked over to Steve, who was gazing at you in adoration, and he nodded, signaling his agreement with everything Robin said.

You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, "Robin... Steve, I don't know what to say."

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything. We're both here for you no matter what you decide, just... think about it. In the meantime," she gestured towards Steve, "I think the two of you need to talk, too. I'm gonna give you some alone time with him."

You perked up, "Okay, um... where are you going?"

She sat up from the bed and gently let go of your hands, "I'm gonna go to Family Video, get some movies, and get some snacks and stuff, because no matter what happens, we're still having that sleepover tonight."

Steve tossed his car keys to her, her barely catching them clumsily. "Please don't fuck up my car, Robin." He looked at her earnestly, "I'm serious."

She rolled her eyes and ignored him, walking out of your bedroom door before pausing to look at you. "I'll be back soon, okay?"

You nodded. "Okay."

She smiled, put on her slippers, and left, closing the front door behind her.

You glanced up at Steve with pursed lips, and looked at the floor, staring at the plush carpet.

"So, um," he ran his hand through his hair nervously. "Can I sit down next to you?"

"Yeah, yeah... of course." You shuffled over a bit to give him space. He sat down on your bed next to you where Robin once was, sighing and clasping his hands together.

"So, how are you feeling?"

You shuffled your feet together. "Um, I don't know. A mix of feelings I guess... I'm just trying to take everything in," you perked up at him, "not that I'm not happy you're here, because I am! I just, feel guilty, ya know?"

He rested a hand on your thigh, sending a small shock wave through you. "Yeah, that's understandable. I don't want you to feel guilty though. Like Robin said, we talked about it and we're okay with it." He squeezed your thigh, causing you to sharply inhale. He looked at you worriedly.

You smiled, quickly reassuring him that the touch was okay. You gulped, "Well... what do we do now?"

"Well," he paused to think for a moment, "whatever you want. We can just talk, we can just sit in each other's presence," he chuckled a bit, "or, you can kick me out if you're not comfortable, that's okay too."

You shook your head, squeezing his hand that was still on your thigh, shuffling closer to him, leg against leg. "No, no. I want you here with me. Next to me. I like being with you." You smiled nervously at him.

He let out a sigh of relief. "Good, good... I want to be here with you, too." He stared at your hand squeezing his, before gazing into your eyes, his cheeks turning pink.

You nodded at him, biting your bottom lip nervously.

He slowly leaned towards your face, his breathing becoming hitched. You leaned your face closer to his too. He barely brushed his lips against yours, and you exhaled deeply, pressing your forehead against his and closing your eyes.

"Is everything okay, Bee?" He asked quietly.

"Um," you struggled to find the words. "It's just that, Robin and I, we were just in here kissing, and doing, ya know, other stuff, too."

He leaned back again and smiled, removing his hand from your leg and caressing the side of your face. "I know, she told me."

You looked into his eyes. "She told you?"

"Yeah. She was really happy. And she's okay with us kissing, too." He let you take in his words for a moment. "We both want to be happy, with you. But if you don't want to do anything with me tonight, or ever, that's okay too. Okay?"

You just looked into his eyes. They looked comforting, understanding, and loving. Like everything he was saying was true.

He grew a concerned look on his face when you didn't respond. As he began to open his mouth to speak, you stopped him, grabbing his face with both hands and crashing your lips onto his hungrily.

He immediately responded by doing the same, pressing his lips into yours as hard as he could, as if he'd been waiting for this moment ever since he laid his eyes on you.

You raked your fingers through his hair, another hand on his chest, as you continued to kiss each other feverishly, noses pressing together. He grabbed both of your hips, and quickly lifted you up to sit on top of him, and you wrapped your legs around him, now straddling him. He nibbled your bottom lip, causing you to gasp as he slid his tongue along where he bit you, gaining entrance into your mouth. The both of you quickly became a mess of sloppy, wet, passionate kisses, only pausing in between to gasp for air.

Hands still gripping your hips, he lightly grinded you against him, making you throw your head back and whine. He took the opportunity to now kiss on your neck, open mouth kissing, licking and sucking as he made his way to the other side of your neck. He kissed your sweet spot and you moaned, feeling him smile against your skin and began to bite and suck on that spot. You sighed his name and lightly scratched your nails up and down his back, feeling yourself become wet, walls desperately clenching around nothing.

He kissed down your neck and chest feverishly, stopping above your breasts, grabbing one into his hand as he pressed his lips over your hardened, clothed nipples. He leaned his head back and gazed into your eyes, his half lidded and dark, begging for more as he tugged at the hem of your tank top. You nodded eagerly and barely whispered out a 'yes'.

He swiftly pulled your top over your head, tossing it onto the floor, revealing your bare torso to him. He stared at your breasts, hair now a mess, his mouth slightly agape. You felt his hard length through his sweatpants at the apex of your thighs. You bit your lip as you let him admire you for a moment.

He looked up from your chest into your eyes again, before saying, "You're so beautiful. So, so beautiful." You smiled shyly at his comment, planting a kiss on his forehead. You clutched at his shirt, fisting the fabric into your hand, motioning for him to take it off. Once he got the hint, he smiled excitedly and rapidly took it off, lifting it over his head and tossing it on the floor. Now you were staring at his bare chest, memorizing all the details of it, smoothing your hands over his shoulders and biceps.

"You're so pretty, Steve." You somehow managed to say breathlessly.

He smiled at you affectionately, placing one hand onto the small of your back and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. He pulled your head towards his and kissed you, only this time, it was gentle, soft, slow and romantic.

He pulled back and gazed into your eyes again, grinning widely.

"I love you."

You let out a small gasp.

He patiently waited for your response.

You leaned your forehead against his, giggling with joy. "I love you, too."

"You do?"

"I really do. Have for a long time."

A devilish, but playful look came across his face. He lifted you up by your ass, carrying you to the other side of the bed as you squealed with excitement. He gently tossed you onto your back, your head resting on a pillow. He climbed over on top of you, arms lifting himself up either side of your head, kissing you desperately, intensly again, a mixture of eagerness and romance and love within them, as you wrapped your legs around his lower back.

He began trailing kisses down your neck and chest again, stopping to caress your breasts, licking and kissing in between them, gently pinching your nipples. You gasped and arched into his touch, only making him want more and more of you. He continued down your stomach, leaving small, dark pink bruises, whispering how beautiful your body is, until he kissed just above the waistline of your shorts, another kiss you arched up into. He smiled and rested his head onto your hip for a moment, digging his fingers underneath the line of the fabric.

"Can I?"

"Please... yes, please Steve."

"I got you, baby."

You stomach fluttered at his last statement, as he sat up and wriggled your tiny shorts down your legs. He gravitated his head towards your cotton panties, pressing a kiss over your clothed clit. You squirmed and rubbed your thighs together as he leaned back again, this time pulling your panties down, discarding another garment somewhere in the room.

You crossed your legs together a bit before he grabbed your knees and opened them. Your face went red from embarassment.

"Don't close your legs. You're gorgeous. Everything about you is gorgeous."

His comforting words made your body relax. He leaned over you, planted a gentle kiss to your lips and said softly, "I'm gonna make you feel so good, sweet girl. I got you."

His hands snaked down your abdomen, and slid his fingers through your soaked folds, the both of you moaning quietly at the touch. He slid two digits inside of you with ease, instantly curling his fingers and finding your spongy spot. You gasped and he kissed you again, you whimpering into his mouth as he began to pump in and out of you, setting a steady pace, curling his fingers each time. You clamped around them, crying into his mouth, "More, more".

He released his lips from yours and licked and kissed down your body, hiking a leg over his shoulder, removing his fingers and slowly licking a stripe up your heat, not breaking eye contact with you. You grabbed his hair by the nape of his neck, begging him for more. He stuck his tongue inside you, licking and kissing your wet hole, before circling around your clit. You moaned shamelessly, only enticing him more, Steve now sucking on your clit relentlessly. You squeezed his head with your thighs as the knot inside of your stomach began to build again.

"Oh fuck Steve, I'm gonna-"

He immediately removed his lips from your clit with a pop, you whining at the loss of his mouth.

He sat up on his knees in front of you. "Not yet, baby, not yet. I want you to do it with me-" He began to pat and dig into his pockets, head hanging low with disappointment.

"I guess I didn't bring a condom. I'm sorry."

You shook your head, "I'm on the pill. It's okay. Please, don't stop."

He perked up again and smiled, hastily pulling down his pants and underwear, throwing them behind him.

You leaned up on your elbows a bit, staring at his quite large cock in awe, mouth beginning to water. "Holy shit, Steve." You whispered.

He gave himself a couple strokes before hovering over you again, shushing you with a smile. He looked at you softly, but excitedly, placing the pad of his thumb on your bottom lip and pulling it down a bit, giving it a small kiss.

He leaned back again, prodding the tip against your entrance. He looked up at you again to double check that this was okay, you instantly giving him a nod that said 'do it already'.

He slowly pushed himself inside you, holding the backs of your thighs as you gasped. You wondered to yourself if you were gonna be able to handle him, but he slowly pushed in more, bottoming out as he groaned. He pulled out and pushed into you with small stroaks, beginning to thrust in a slow, steady pace as your slick started to take him in easily.

He picked up the speed of his thrusts, and you felt like he had sent you to another dimension, as you murmured and moaned to yourself in absolute euphoria. Each time he pounded hard all the way into you, you clenched down on him harder and harder.

"Fuck, baby, you're so, so damn tight." He praised between pants.

You didn't respond, watching him as he continued to pound over and over again, his mouth agape, his cheeks flushed red, face nearly dripping with sweat.

He slowed his pace for a second, bottoming out as he moaned, and began his assault on your clit again.

He rubbed circles around it as he picked up his steady, but hard pace into you. You gasped and moaned more expletives, tears prodding at the corners of your eyes, as you reached your arms towards him, whining and begging for his closeness.

He grabbed your arms and pulled you forward, him sitting on his knees, slightly spread, and you now sitting on his cock, the both of you moaning loudly at the new angle, hitting that sweet spot you love so much.

You both began to grind into each other in unison, his hands grabbing your hips and moving you with his thrusts, your hands squeezing his shoulders, kissing sloppily and breathing in each other's scent. The knot inside of you began to build up again.

You tangled your fingers through his hair, yanking at the scalp.

"Steve, fuck, I'm gonna-"

"Do it with me. Cum with me, baby girl."

His thrusts started to quicken, as you shamelessly cried out his name in absolute pleasure, the knot finally releasing and pooling over his cock. He continued pounding you through your high until his thrusts began to stutter, and you felt his wet warmth spilling inside you, Steve biting onto your shoulder to stifle back an embarrassingly loud moan.

You both remained in that position for a while, panting, sweaty as you pulled each other in for a close embrace, feeling as though you could never be close enough against each other.

Steve rubbed your back affectionately, before gently pulling your head back to give you a long, soft, passionate kiss.

He gently laid you back down on your bed, him falling back into the pillows next to you as you stared at the ceiling for a moment to catch your breath.

He looked over at you and smiled, looking absolutely fucked out. You pulled his head into your chest and played with his hair, kissing him on his forehead.

"Steve, that was-"

"Amazing. Perfect." He finished your sentence.

You both chuckled and he gave you another kiss before sitting up. "Well, Bee... we gotta get dressed."

You whined a bit and said, "Can we still cuddle after?"

"Absolutely."

You helped each other get dressed and crawled back under the covers, him spooning you from behind, planting kisses on your neck that made you shiver, brushing his fingers over your back.

You stayed like this with each other for a while before you heard the front door open again.

A familiar voice announced, "Hey guys, I got some snacks and picked up Labyrinth, and no, Steve, I didn't fuck up your car-"

Robin stopped as she entered your bedroom, seeing the two of you cuddling.

She dropped the bag she was carrying and excitedly said with a squeal, "Is it cuddle time?!"

You smiled wide and reached your arms out towards her, grasping at air for her.

She kicked off her bunny slippers again, her hair now tied up in a messy bun, and eagerly crawled under the covers with you. She nuzzled her face into your chest, kissing it and hummed happily. You kissed her on top of her head and held her to your body tightly. Steve contently chuckled and kissed your neck again, still spooning you from behind, you snuggled right in between the two loves of your life.

"I love you guys."

"We love you more, Bee." They announced in unison.

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#stranger things fanfic #steve x reader x robin #steve and robin #robin buckley fanfic #steve harrington fic #robin buckley smut #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #stranger things 4 #steve harrington #robin buckley #smutty smut smut #joe keery #maya hawke #bisexual #pansexual #poly relationship #stranger things smut #robin buckley x reader #friends to lovers

[artiststarme]

...You Make Lemonade

A little snippet based on a comment made by @straight4joekeery in my "When Life Gives You Lemons..." post. "Women are like lemons, I love lemons!" I loved it so much, I had no choice but to write an entire fic about it!

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Everyone knew that Eddie Munson was a weird kid. He had long hair, listened to music that was more screaming than singing, and never bent to fit any mold. So why would he conform to society’s boring sayings when he could make his own? Ever since he was a kid, he’s had a habit of constructing his own phrases and idioms. 

Sometimes it would be something close enough to the original idiom that no one would call him out on it. The phrase, “I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it” has become a common one amongst the boys of Hellfire. He used to say “he’d kill for less” but that seemed a little too brash in light of what occurred over Spring Break what with his murder accusation and innocent teens dying.  

Nevertheless, some of Eddie’s more outlandish sayings had worked their way into everyday speech for the Party. It wasn’t uncommon to hear one of the kids talking about the “devil kicking their kidneys” during physical exertion or mentioning how “neutral, and not even chaotically” people were when they bored them (a reference to Eddie’s least favorite moral alignment in D&D). However, the sayings always seemed stranger coming out of Lucas’ or even Dustin’s mouths than they did Eddie’s. 

The point is, everyone that has ever met Eddie knows that he can say some pretty off-the-wall things. However, Steve had never been privy to the sayings with Eddie’s odd twists until a random weekday afternoon spent getting high in his trailer. It all started because the weather was getting warmer. Eddie was supplying the weed so Steve brought refreshments for the both of them to enjoy. 

“Do you want some lemonade?” He asked him, his hands already passing him a bottle. 

Eddie nodded. “Well, you know what I always say. Men are like lemonade and I like lemonade.”

Then he took the bottle and a long gulp. 

Steve paused for a moment and just stared at Eddie. Was this a big coming out like it had been with Robin in the movie theater bathroom? What had Robin told him to say in this situation?

“Um, thank you for telling me. I’m honored that you trusted me enough to divulge that information about yourself and I accept you.”

Eddie turned to him with barely concealed panic in his eyes but that quickly turned to mirth upon hearing Steve’s reply. “That was the most rehearsed and scripted response I’ve ever heard. How’d you learn that, did you see it in a PSA?”

“No! Ro- my friend told me that’s what sh-they wished someone had said to he-them,” Steve stumbled. Holy shit, he almost outed Robin. That’s like the worst thing you can do to a friend!

Eddie looked at him fondly. “That’s adorable, Stevie. Also, I know about Robin.”

“What?! How do you know about Robin?”

“Birds of a feather, Steve. They flock together,” he commented wisely and took another drag of their shared joint. 

“Oh, that makes sense. That’s probably why I’m friends with you guys. You know, because I’m bi.” 

Immediately, Eddie’s eyes went wide and he took a sharp inhale which caused him to cough uncontrollably. Once his breathing started to return to normal, he choked, “bi?”

Steve nodded sagely, “yeah, bi. As in bisexual. That’s what you call it when you like both guys and girls.”

“I got that,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Just you? You’re the straightest person I’ve ever met.”

“Hey, don’t insult me! Just because I still like girls doesn’t minimize my attraction to guys. I’m going to tell Robin that you-”

“No, no, no! I’m not judging you, I’m just surprised. But uh, thank you for telling me.” Eddie leaned over the space between them and gave Steve’s shoulder an awkward pat. 

“Okay, what the hell was that?” Steve asked him in the bitchiest tone he could muster. “Give me a hug like a normal person.”

Eddie gave a long-suffering sigh but the grin on his face showed his jest. “If you wanted to get your hands on me, you should’ve just said so.” 

When Wayne walked in on his nephew and Steve Harrington making out on his couch just a few hours later, he couldn’t even say he was surprised. Scarred forever and washing his eyes out with soap? Yes. But not surprised.

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[steviesbicrisis]

What if Eddie hasn’t realized yet he’s into guys? Meanwhile Steve gets a massive crush on Eddie, goes through his bisexual panic and realizes his sexuality.

But then he gets heartbroken because Eddie only talks about the “courtship of the ladies” and once again, he has fallen for someone who has not a chance to be with.

In order to get over it, Steve decides to explore and experience more with guys, finds safe clubs, hooks up and dates.

And then Eddie is confused because he feels jealousy every time Steve talks about one of his hookups but he’s sure he isn’t into guys.

A lot of pining, jealousy, misunderstandings, a sprinkle of internalized homophobia and a shit ton of angst.

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[steddiealltheway]

I guess I wrote a mini fic? This was supposed to me like 5 sentences. Anyways…

Steve and Eddie coparenting would absolutely be the kids calling Steve “Mom” and Eddie “Dad”. At first Steve hates it - he never wanted to be the babysitter. He couldn’t survive if something happened to those kids on his watch.

But then he has Eddie who is calling him “honey” and “sweetheart”, so Steve reluctantly starts calling him “baby” and “Eds”. At first, it’s to get Dustin’s inevitable reaction of whining “Mommmm…” but then the pet names become second nature.

Everyone gets used to this but incomes Max Mayfield the absolute meddling little shit (lovingly). She starts stirring up trouble in the car on purpose, reveling in the way Steve threatens to turn the car around while Eddie says, “Listen to your mother.”

One afternoon, the kids are extremely rowdy and on edge for some reason. No amount of lecturing will calm them down, and Steve gets overwhelmed and takes it all personally. He has to pull over and Eddie is there quietly whispering affirmations ensuring him that it isn’t his fault and they’re not actually his kids so they’re bound to be a pain in the ass. Then, Max is speaking up and suddenly saying they’ll all calm down if their parents kiss. Everyone kind of looks at her and she’s like, “Sometimes we need love, not lectures.” Or whatever comes to mind first. But then Eddie is asking Steve if that’s okay and giving him a chaste kiss when Steve says yes. The kids actually behave the rest of the day.

And the kiss sticks. Every time they get in the car, Eddie is giving Steve a kiss. Hell, whenever Eddie greets Steve he’s giving him some type of kiss, bowing down to kiss his hand or even a quick peck on the cheek.

(Steve absolutely panics a bit when he realizes how much he looks forward to these moments and just Eddie’s presence in general and asks Robin for help which ends up with him finding out that he can like girls and boys and it’s called bisexuality.)

Then, Steve and Eddie start to notice how much Will watches them, truly idolizing them. Will realizes that it’s okay to be who he is (so gay), and it’s even possible for him to fall in love one day. Eventually, he’s nervously asking to talk to Steve and Eddie alone and he’s coming out and absolutely showered with love and acceptance.

Time goes on and Eddie is slowly losing his mind because he’s absolutely in love with Steve and losing his goddamn mind because it’s Steve Harrington (who doesn’t even know who Ozzy Osbourne is).Then he’s calling in a favor to “Auntie” Nancy and “Aunt” Robin because he has to talk to Steve.

Then it’s Nancy and Robin with the kids who are absolutely losing their minds, but then it’s Nancy who speaks up asking if a kiss would shut them up. (Because Mike has been telling her all about Steve and Eddie as he finally realizes that that’s what he wants with Will and always has.) And Robin’s completely word vomiting consent when Nancy asks if she can kiss her and then she’s being shut up with a kiss. And El and Max just kind of turn red as they make eye contact with each other (no one says anything when they hold hands the rest of the car ride).

Meanwhile, Steve is telling Eddie what an absolute idiot he is because they’ve basically been dating the whole time and of course he loves him too.

Later on, Steve and Eddie tell the kids how they’re officially their mom and dad (which absolutely confuses the kids at first because they were all along). Dustin finally gets it and is yelling, “You’re dating!” over and over. And he’s celebrating because his two biggest role models are together and happy and absolutely deserving of each other. And the couple is giving a long lecture about how important communication is - which everyone except Mike and Will tune out.

Eventually, Mike and Will finally talk to each other confessing their long time feelings and feel like absolute idiots for not talking sooner. And they come out to the party the next day and Max and El share a quick glance before they come out too. Then Lucas is hugging Max, telling her how happy he is that she’s found someone so right for her - and thankful that he doesn’t have to apologize after their 37th breakup.

Everyone just waits as Robin and Nancy dance around their feelings for each other, but Steve and Eddie tell them no meddling - secretly they’re already doing that. And finally Robin snaps and tells everyone that they’re dating. And everyone is celebrating all over again. (Off in the distance Jonathan and argyle are making out while they’re sooooo high)

And they’re just one giant happy, queer family.

And that’s Season 4 Vol. 2 everyone.

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