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starrystevie · 9 months

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eddie knows his crush on steve harrington is a hopeless cause, okay?

he's somehow been friends with steve long enough to know what he looks like when he's flirting, what he looks like when he has a crush, when his sights are set on someone very non-eddie munson shaped. he also now knows how to hide his jealousy in a fake smirk that he flashes steve's way when yet another pretty girl walks their way with her sights set on him and a smirk of her own.

eddie always watches as steve reaches out a hand just so to gently brush it against a lovely lady's arm with that charming fucking smile and sees how that lovely lady will always melt at the touch. and who could blame her? certainly not eddie, the same eddie who's had his own sights set on steve harrington for what feels like a life time. if anyone knows how painfully a heart can beat when it sees him from across the room and imagines a date and a future and a life with steve, it would be eddie.

but that's where it ends. steve harrington, the ladies man that he is, always stops things there with a smile and a wave thrown in the woman's direction as she walks away. it throws eddie for a loop every time. he would watch the two flirt for minutes that that felt like torturous hours for him only for it to end with a disappointed look on her face and steve turning his attention back to eddie like nothing had happened.

it makes no sense.

"i don't get it, man," he says one day as steve lets yet another girl walk away down to the opposite end of the grocery store aisle they're in. steve's turned back to staring at the shopping list in his hand and is muttering to himself instead of watching her walk away like eddie is, disbelief coloring his face.

"don't get what?" steve asks back, not bothering to look up until the silence goes on for too long. his eyes land on eddie's and he frowns slightly, shaking his head slowly. "... did i miss something?"

eddie reels back, eyebrows furrowing together and motions his arms every which way, from the girl's retreating form to the empty space around them.

"steve, you're just going to let her walk away and not get her number? she was obviously hitting on you, dude."

he watches as steve's face crinkles slightly before smoothing out and shrugs his shoulders, turning back to grab the cat food eddie feeds to the strays off the shelf. he lurches forward and places his hands on steve's shoulders to face him, watching as his eyes go wide.

"what do you want me to say?" steve shrugs again and eddie can feel the movement under his hands. "i guess i wasn't feeling it."

eddie sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face before returning it back to steve's shoulder. "wasn't feeling it... steve, i'm gay, not blind. you two obviously were hitting it off with your fucking charming lines and flirty eyes. you always do this and it makes zero fucking sense-"

"-you're gay?"

steve says a bit too loud for eddie's liking even if they are currently hidden in the pet food aisle. heat floods his cheeks and he throws a hand cover steve's mouth while shushing him to keep him from saying it again. he sees steve's eyes go even wider and feels warmth spreading under his fingers.

is steve...

"you knew this!" eddie accuses in a whisper and tries to breathe evenly while steve's gaze travels all over his face. "we talked about it with robin that one time!"

... is he blushing?

there's a sudden pressure at his side and he looks down to see steve's fingers curling over his waist. eddie takes in a stuttering breath and brings his own wide eyes up to meet steve's. it's like looking in a fun house mirror, seeing his flush creeping up steve's neck and watching steve blink in time with him. he can feel when steve tries to say something, his lips ghosting over his palm and eddie pulls back like he's been burned, but steve's hand stays right where it is on his side.

"i absolutely would have remembered if you told me that before," he says and his voice is a little breathless. "there's no way i was there when you guys talked about it."

eddie thinks back to the party when he and robin were huddled up on their couch together. argyle and nancy were dancing in their socks on the living room floor, bouncing around to some experimental track that had been badly recorded on a cassette. jonathan was sitting at the coffee table snapping photos of them, joint hanging from his lips and easy smile spreading on his face.

eddie's trying to pinpoint where steve is in this memory and that's usually the easiest thing for him to remember, but he can't...

until suddenly he can, because steve walked in through the sliding door with his shirt over his shoulder and his swim trunks low on his hips and water dripping down his chest and a cigarette behind his ear and the sunset bleeding in through the windows was painting him golden and he was walking over to dance with nancy with a wide grin pulling at his cheeks and-

"god, i'm gay," eddie had breathed out. robin followed his line of sight and nodded because she gets it like she has a steve problem of her own and that was that.

eddie focuses back in on steve while they stand in the fucking pet food aisle, focuses on the shrill jingle pouring out of the grocery store speakers and not on the way he can hear his heartbeat in his ears, focuses on the way steve can look good even in harsh fluorescent lights.

"well, now you know," is all he can breath out.

steve smiles, all white teeth and crinkled eyes, and his fingers curl even tighter around eddie's waist as he takes a half step even further into his personal space.

"you're why," steve says back easily and eddie reminds himself to breathe as the other side of his waist suddenly has a hand covering it, too. "i don't take their numbers, i don't give them mine, i don't go on the stupid dates they ask me out on because..."

the fingers dance up his side and eddie can't breathe.

"... they're not you, so why would i?"

eddie sends up a silent thank you to whoever is listening that they're hidden away from prying eyes in the pet food aisle so he can lean it and learn for the first time what steve's smile tastes like.

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gisachi · 4 years

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i hv request! just do 1-50 already i'll gladly read it, also could you make a list for every shinran fics you've made (or you recommend maybe) bcs i wanna read all of it, i love your writing style, you're doing great!! and is 1-50 is too much, than can you do 33 or 16 or 13 please? or up to you i'll read them all. thank you so much and sorry for a long message, have a great day, nice to meet you!💓💓💓

Hii, I know it’s been almost 3 months since you sent this so I’m sorry for the long wait, Anon! First of all, thank you for your kind words and for liking the drabbles. 🥰 Second, I already made the list as you suggested so feel free to browse through my past fics and the fic recs I’ve reblogged! Third, here is your request and though it’s short, I hope you find this cute because tbh I did! Ehehe 💕 Have a great day, too!

13. Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks. 33. An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it. (667 words)

“Ne, Shinichi?”

“Hmm?”

“Since when did you learn to take care of someone sick?”

Attention diverted from his favorite novel, Shinichi scoffs, eyes thinning at the sick lady even though she can’t see him from her viewpoint.

“Barou. You think I can’t do that? I’m extremely offended.”

Ran giggles weakly as she snuggles closer, resting her left cheek atop his chest as if the warmth of her blanket isn’t satisfying enough. Shinichi rests his head on the arm of the couch, their huddled bodies occupying the whole length of the furniture, feet almost dangling on the other end.

He sighs, then smiles, fingers combing Ran’s messy ponytail with gentle strokes.

“I learned from the best you know. Back when I was still Conan.”

Ran’s eyes are closed, but Shinichi knows she’s listening with the way her lips curve upwards and her breath escaping sharply from her nostrils.

“Yeah…I bet you did.”

He smirks proudly, still stroking her hair. “But apparently the best also happened to learn from me. That forehead press you kept giving Conan is so unoriginal, by the way.”

“Heeey. It’s a life hack. The sole thing I learned from you that isn’t related to Holmes.”

“Wow. Take that back, woman.” Shinichi flicks her forehead teasingly, and Ran fakes pain by covering the spot he flicked with her hand.

“Why are you so mean to a sick me?” She tilts her head up ever so slightly, looking at him while pretending to be hurt.

His eyes narrow again, glaring but not really. “You know what? Close those puffy eyes. Rest. I won’t talk to you anymore.”

“Pfft. Okay, Doctor Watson.”

Ran’s left cheek meets his chest again, her right arm slumped over him and her blanket wrapped around her like a burrito, while Shinichi resumes stroking her hair with one hand and the other holding his A Study in Scarlet pocket book.

Alternating his attention between the novel and Ran, Shinichi watches her drift to sleep above him, or so he thinks, because a few minutes later Ran crawls a little up to position herself beside his face, and suddenly he feels something soft and delicate fluttering against his right cheek.

His eyes widen in surprise, heart skipping a beat as he takes a moment to understand what she’s doing.

Her long lashes bounce on his cheek as she blinks in rapid intervals, like butterflies flapping their soft wings over his rose petal skin. The tip of her nose touches his jawline, her warm breath tickling his neck. Though there isn’t any pressure from her lips - they cannot kiss, after all - somehow the sensation feels the same—breathtaking, intimate, and simply...nice.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” she murmurs, and he barely catches it if not for her speaking right under his ear.

She leaves him speechless even after she has stopped, unable to move as his heart bursts from the overflowing warmth and love brought about by such a small yet unexpected, innocent yet tender manifestation of her affection, the best she can do for now.

Had it not been for their proximity, he might have also missed her silent, restrained ‘I love you’ before she returns her weight on his chest and closes her eyes, cheeks dusting with a stronger shade of pink than from ten seconds ago.

Ten seconds. It lasted ten seconds but for him it felt like eternity.

He takes a slow, steady sigh, unconsciously biting his lower lip to contain a growing smile as he realizes how he’s been completely defeated by his girlfriend. His mischievous, sick, beautiful girlfriend. Even in that state, she still makes him weak.

He cranes his head down, planting a featherlight kiss on her hair, faint enough for her not to feel. No more disturbances, she needs her rest as much as his heart does, its decelerating rhythm likely lulling her to sleep as they lie together on the couch in peaceful silence.

“I love you more,” he whispers before returning to his book.

#shinran #kiss prompts #fanfic #ok listen #Im so stupid at first i thought butterfly kisses are like pecks in rapid succession #but i googled and i was WRONG laskdlsdj #had to scratch everything ive done midway and change scenarios ffs haha #ty google for saving my ass #anw this drabble made me really happy 🥰 and soft #theyre so cute uwu #hope i did ShinRan justice #and i hope this is to your liking!

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