connected to this drabble!
"that's not sanitary, you know."
you paused, about to take a drink out of your cup of pink lemonade, and glanced up at sun. he watched you from the other side of the security desk, his arms bracing against its lip.
"what is?" you asked in confusion. you looked down at yourself, wondering if there was a stain or something on your uniform, but you were clean.
sun pointed to the cup in your hand, its straw sticking flimsily out of the top cover. "sharing drinks." there was a terseness to his smile despite it being stretched wide across his face in a vain attempt at casualness.
you only shrugged. he'd probably caught you letting the (relatively) new daycare security guard steal a few sips out of your drink before he clocked out for the night. "humans do it all the time, depending. besides, vincent's a friend. i didn't mind sharing with him. he was thirsty."
"that's not the point, friend!" sun exclaimed with a sudden loudness that had you jumping slightly. his pale, white eyes squinted slightly, but not in amusement. "exchanging saliva via straws or other utensils can lead to the transmission of germs and certain dise—"
"whoa, chill, dude! it's not that serious!" you cut off his rant abruptly, waving your free hand in the air. you made a motion to take the straw up in your mouth so you could prove your point, but before you could, sun snatched the cup right out of your hand. you let out an indignant hey! and tried to grab it back from him, but he leaned out of your reach.
"yes it is!" he said stubbornly, his fingers gripping onto the plastic of the cup. his head twitched slightly to the left, rays shifting minutely. "you could get sick! or worse!"
you huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. drama queen. you already knew you weren't getting that drink back. "it was only a few sips, man. besides, vincent doesn't have any diseases."
sun's gaze narrowed, his smile thinning. there was an edge to his words you didn't quite like. "you don't know that."
okay, well, he was right, but you weren't going to admit that. you swapped drinks with friends all the time, it was just something natural at that point in your relationship with them. "i don't know why you're getting so worked up over this," you told him irritably. "i'm sure you've seen kids eat each others' foods and drink each others' drinks all the time."
"that's different!" sun replied in a peevish manner.
you gave him a look that indicated you didn't quite believe him. "how is it different?"
at that, he seemed to pause and flounder for words. his arms moved about in the air in a manner that borderlined erratic. "it's— they're not—"
"i'm starting to think this is less about me and more about vincent," you said flatly as you raised an eyebrow at him.
sun recoiled, rays shrinking down slightly before he forced them back out to their normal size. "don't be silly!" he rushed out. "this isn't about—"
"then what is it about, hm?" you asked as gently as you could, which, in retrospect, wasn't all that. it was getting late and you didn't expect to have to deal with this tonight. "you know, i don't think you like vincent all too—"
"i said this isn't about him!" a burst of pink exploded out from sun's grasp, causing a waterfall to splash down on the desk and floor. you jumped at the abruptness of it, your eyes latching onto the tight grip sun had on your drink. his fingers had punctured holes in it, crushing the plastic until it was jagged and flat.
you stared at it for one moment, two moments, then snapped your gaze up to sun's face plate. he was staring directly at you, white pupils tiny and constricted in grey optics. his smile was wide and strained, his fingers twitching minutely at his side.
you swallowed heavily, and in a small, small voice, you said "...sun?"
the word seemed to breathe life back into him. he blinked and darted his gaze down to his hand. "oh!" he jumped slightly and loosened his grip just a tad. "silly me! sometimes i don't realize my own strength!" his body restarted that idle swaying motion it always seemed to have, and you distantly wondered when he had stopped it. "you stay right there friend! i'll get this all cleaned up in a jiffy!"
and then he skittered away, leaving you to stare blankly down at the waterlogged remains of your ruined drink.
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... Why does Steve hate the hoodie?
Three reasons:
(1) Eddie had this hoodie when Steve met him and it was old then. The sleeves have frayed, there are holes in it, the collar is stretched out, and the gas station logo that was on it is so far faded that you can’t even tell what it says. Steve thinks they should burn it
(2) This thing permanently smells like weed. Eddie says that it doesn’t but Steve swears up and down that it does.
(3) Steve is technically Eddie’s first official boyfriend but he’s not the first boy that Eddie was ever in love with. There was guy a couple grades above Eddie who wasn’t out because this is Hawkins, but they used to do boyfriend-like things together. It’s his hoodie.
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Jealous!Luke where it turns into public sex?? 👀
oh my god. oh my god okay. he's pouting in the corner booth in a cantina party somewhere because he looked over and someone else danced up on you for a few seconds, or someone else hit on you, or something, and like, you're not interested in that person and he KNOWS it but he's still miffed. but he's also shy, and he's tried to flirt with you, he just doesn't know if it's working or what.
when you realize he's not having a good time, you ask him what's wrong and he halfway avoids the question.
"You're jealous," you accuse teasingly. "You like me," you continue.
"I– I mean, sure I like you," Luke starts.
"Like me," you correct, suddenly reminding yourself of childish primary school playground antics.
"Well if you already know..." Luke trails off, sounding a little miffed.
You move in to sit next to him, reducing the personal space between the two of you to mere inches, and lean to whisper in his ear, "Do something about it."
"W-what?" Luke asks, not protesting, just needing to know he's hearing you properly. Judging from the fact your hand is creeping up his thigh, he's pretty sure he understood what you meant.
"You heard me, baby, show me you like me. Right here."
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