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98 for Robin?
98. "Hold me back!"
Ahhh thank you very much for this! I'm sorry it was so late nonny!
This is taking place in the same universe as this piece which you can also read on AO3
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"I swear to God" Robin moans as she smacks her head onto the counter, "I will walk into traffic if I have to explain the plot of Labyrinth one more time".
Steve puts the money from the recent rental into the till and shrugs, "I dunno Birdy, I liked your take on it this time".
She snorts, finally cracking a grin, "you just liked the look on her face when I talked about how half the movie is Bowie's package and the other half is Muppets".
"Potato, Tomato," Steve hums, closing the till with a soft snick.
For a Saturday opening shift it had been strangely slow.
They had their usual guests during the day, screaming children with parents who were clearly at the end of their tether. Irritating teens who stole as many snacks as their thieving little backpacks could handle. Movie nerds who asked for as many titles as they could think of before settling on something so obscure there was no way they carried it -or on the off chance Family Video did have it in their inventory, it was already checked out.
However, with half an hour until Keith was set to arrive for the closing shift, the front door bell jingled harshly to announce a new presence in the store and in an instant Robin’s stomach falls into her shoes.
Because Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins have just walked in.
I'll never get to heaven 'cause I don't know how. Let's raise a glass, or two. To all the things I've lost on you.
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See the other version here (Rating Mature. CW: Blood)
#autumn absolutely#spring put up a fight but my love of long skirts cardigans and layers in general won out#summer WOULD have been in the consideration bc i do love it#but it didn't even reach the starting line because it's.. too much itself already i guess?#autumn and spring are both.. transitional seasons. balance and balanced and balancing seasons.#ALL seasons are transIENT but those two are transITIONAL and i don't.. quite have the words for the difference#not when i'm this tired and maybe not later either. anyway filter/search tags time#Dee likes polls#Dee is opinionated#Dee babbles
Character Development (Steddie)
“If I were you… I would get her back.”
Steve snaps suddenly out of his trance—Eddie’s a pretty boy to look at. Dangerously so. In fact, half of this conversation has gone completely over his head, which is probably why he’s misinterpreted it completely.
“Hold on—pause,” he says, perplexed, “We’re not flirting?” They stop walking in unison, Eddie freezing out of shock, Steve anticipating it. Eddie looks at him, wide eyed, jaw going slack and then taught like he can’t decide which conveys his surprise better.
“I… what?”
“I was just making eyes at you,” Steve says, and then groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “God damn it, I’ve really lost my touch.”
“No!” Eddie exclaims quickly, “Ah, no.” He’s flustered. Steve sees the flush in his face—he’s not trying to hide it. “No it’s… it’s working. I just didn’t think… you’re into guys?” Steve shrugs.
“Yeah.”
“Oh.”
They stand there awkwardly for a moment, and then Eddie bumps his shoulder into Steve’s and they continue walking, easing out of the tension.
“So… how long?”
“How long what?”
“Have you known?” Eddie clarifies, and Steve notices their knuckles are brushing between them. He gazes up at Rob and Nancy, who are blissfully unaware.
“Well… someone came out to me recently so I started looking into it, called my uncle—man, that was an awkward conversation.”
“Your uncle?”
“Oh—he’s gay—has a partner and stuff. They live in California and we visited sometimes when my parents still took me places, you know.” Eddie blinks at him, nodding his head a little bit, but doesn’t look like he’s fully comprehending anything Steve’s saying at all. Steve takes a turn bumping Eddie’s shoulder, thinking maybe it’ll jolt awake some of those gears in his brain.
Their pinkies hook.
“So… what was the conclusion?” Eddie asks, like he doesn’t already know.
“I’ve had nasty thoughts about Harrison Ford way too many times to be straight,” Steve admits cheekily, “He said I’m bi, I guess. It means—“
“I know what it means, Steve.” Steve grins at him, a little sheepish, and Eddie smiles back, something soft and personal. It’s an expression Steve hasn’t seen him make yet, even with all his damn theatrics. To be fair, Steve’s growing quite fond of those theatrics, premature as it might be.
“So, go on,” Steve teases, “What were you saying about me getting back with my ex?
“Hmm, I don’t recall saying anything like that,” Eddie responds.
“Oh really?”
“Really. In fact, that’s a terrible idea. Bad for character development.” Steve laughs then—fully laughs—a sound that must be revolutionary for the Upside Down. No one has ever laughed here, no way.
“Character development?”
“Indeed.”
Finally deciding to share a little project I've been working on for the past couple of months. Heavily inspired by ScriptedPrints on Etsy, I wanted to try making a script poster and I kinda got carried away haha.
These include every single word these two say in season 3. I have 7 complete and another 15 or so in the works for season 3.
I'd love to know if anyone would be interested in buying digital downloads (and possibly physical copies in the future). Hence why I have the watermarks o_o
Community Label: Mature
The bloody handed.
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Community Label: Mature
Violence
Writer prompt: “When will I get people who care the way I care?” Steve + the party hurt/comfort
Lmaooooo not you turning my own words on me (thank you I probably needed to write this ngl)
Steve made a point to remember the kids’ birthdays. To know their favorite foods, their allergies, to have their favorite tapes in his car.
And it’s not like it’s serious. Steve wouldn’t die from it. Probably.
It’s just… well. He told them he was allergic to shellfish. He remembered the day, especially, because they’d all had a long discussion about what was actually classified as shellfish.
But now someone decided to bring a clambake up to Bumfuck, Indiana, right where Steve lived, and all the kids are so excited about it, and he’s excited for them, honest.
But they don’t understand when he declines the offer to go, their request to drive them. Slowly but surely, he realizes they forgot.
Maybe he should’ve expected that. Maybe he should’ve known the expectations are different on the babysitter versus the babysat. Maybe-
“Alright,” Eddie says suddenly, one loud clap getting everyone’s attention. “Everyone out! Something’s come up. Great to see you, same time next week, untold horrors, et cerera. Get the fuck outta here.”
Eddie turns to Steve once everyone’s gone. “What’s wrong?”
Steve blinks. “What?”
“You’re making a face like something’s wrong.”
“Oh.” Steve debates not telling him, except that’s never done him any favors before, and he doubts it’ll start now. “Um. Just. Y’know the clambake?”
Eddie chuckles. “It’s practically all the kids talk about.”
“Yeah. Um. They didn’t understand why I didn’t want to go. Or why I didn’t want to take them.”
“Okay,” Eddie says slowly. “I’m all for telling the little shits no once in a while, don’t get me wrong. But… why did you tell them no?”
“I’m allergic to shellfish.”
Eddie’s mouth opens in an o. “Do they know?”
“Yeah. Or they did, I dunno. I guess they forgot. And I just… I dunno. Got in my head about it, I guess, because I remember things that are important to them, y’know? I have their tapes in my car, I know their favorite foods, I know what they’re allergic to. I know what to do to help all of them through a nightmare or a panic attack. And I spend so much of my time giving, and being what they need me to be, and… I guess it gets tiring, sometimes.” He shrugs, looks down. “I’m just wondering when I’m gonna get people who care the way I care. Who remember the little things, maybe not even cause they’re important, but because they’re part of me, y’know?”
Eddie smiles sadly, sits next to him. Turns his body to face Steve’s. “You mean like the face you make when you’re cooking and your sauce needs more salt? Or the way you dance a little, wiggle your hips, when you’ve got music playing and you’re doing the dishes? Or the way you clench your fists when you think no one’s looking, when you’re trying not to fidget or reach out and touch?” He touches one of Steve’s hands, clenched in his lap. “You can.”
Steve sighs, releases his hands. Turns one over and capture’s Eddie’s. “And the important thing,” Eddie continues. “The way you keep the pool lights turned off when the kids aren’t over. The way you hate to cook for just yourself. You ever wonder why I invite myself over so much? ‘S because I know you wouldn’t eat otherwise. The kids are assholes, I’ll give you that. They’re also kids. Let them grow up some, keep showing them the love that you are, and trust that one day they’ll show it back. Until then, can I be enough for you?”
“Eddie,” Steve whispers, chokes. “You’re always enough. More than.”
Eddie moves in closer. “Let yourself take,” he whispers back, slotting an arm over Steve’s shoulders and pulling him in. “Trust that I’m giving. That I want you to have it.”
Steve leans in. Doesn’t say thank you. Doesn’t kiss him. He doesn’t have to. He’s taking, accepting. And that says everything.
Hey!!! So Steddie first date? Where do you think they would go and what would they do?
*rubs hands together* oh this is good.
Side note: I REALLY wanted to say April 25th. If you understand that, I love you.
Okay so. It kinda depends on who asks who, for me? Like if Eddie asks, he’s gonna take Steve somewhere quiet, intimate, maybe a picnic out by Lover’s Lake or the quarry or something. Or maybe they’d just drive, an hour out of town somewhere, find a nice field and lay there until dark, when day bleeds into twilight and it’s dark enough they can hold hands and light enough there’s that little thrill zinging through them about someone seeing. When twilight bleeds into night and Eddie lets Steve ramble about the stars and constellations, even if Eddie would rather look at Steve.
If Steve asks, I think it could go one of two ways. Or maybe three ways, since I’ve seen a lot of “what would King Steve do,” but. He’s not King Steve anymore. He’s just Steve, and just Steve, I think, would take Eddie out to Indy, maybe a gay bar, maybe a queer bookshop. Maybe neither, maybe he’d find a little shop with D&D things, and tell Eddie to go wild. Or I think he would take Eddie to a concert. Metallica, Dio, Judas Priest… really whoever’s playing close by.
I do think, whatever they do, they’d decide to do something they know the other would like. And they’d have fun because the person they’re there with is having fun, is fucking incandescent with it, and really, what better feeling is there? So Eddie doesn’t care that he’s laying on itchy grass, not when he’s got Steve’s hand in his and Steve’s voice in his ear. Steve doesn’t care that he has to wear earplugs, because Eddie’s practically vibrating with excitement, bouncing around and head-banging and almost falling over with how into it he is, the widest smile on his face as he grabs Steve’s arm and shakes it, just a little, like he’s trying to share his excitement via osmosis.
I think once they’ve been together for a bit, they save those dates for something big. Their dates become Steve surprising Eddie at the Hideout. They become Eddie showing up at Steve’s house with pizza and a movie (and, maybe, a joint or two). They become pillow forts and whispered 2am conversations and sleepy cereal mornings.
But what all those have in common is a kiss.
For steddie prompts, what about….Eddie introducing Steve to the band!
Maybe they’ve been quietly together for a while and Eddie finally feels ready to be more public. BUT he’s dating “king” Steve. How will his friends react?
Feel free to skip if you’ve written something similar ❤️
Ooh okay I LOVE this idea. Please keep in mind I know nothing about the band or how to do their voices so. Like I’m only 84% sure it’s Gareth, Jeff and Freak. Whom I’m naming Frank. Also I don’t remember who coined Emerson as Gareth’s last name but yes you are correct and I’m stealing it please and thank you.
“Hey, uh, guys?” Eddie coughs, turning around to face the rest of the band. “Listen, you, uh. You’ve been really cool, about the whole framed for murder thing, and the whole…” he wiggles his fingers, signifying everything he can’t talk about. “All of it. And, uh. There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”
Gareth shares a look with Jeff. “We know, man. You’re seeing someone.”
Eddie blinks. “How?”
“You smile, like, all the time, dude. It’s kinda concerning. Your face is gonna get stuck like that.”
“Fuck off,” Eddie says, but he’s laughing. “Shit, man. It’s that obvious?”
“Kinda,” Jeff agrees.
“At least it is to us,” Frank adds. “We know you, man.”
“Listen,” Gareth says. “Whoever this person is. Do they make you happy?”
Eddie pulls a piece of hair across his face. “Yeah,” he murmurs.
“He’s blushing!” Jeff crows. Eddie flips him off.
Gareth flaps his hands at both of them. “Shut up! Children, both of you! Eddie!” He grasps Eddie’s shoulders. “They treat you well?”
“Better than I thought I deserved.”
“Goddamn,” Frank mutters. “Where do I find someone like that?”
“Right here,” Jeff croons, batting his eyelashes and leaning in. Frank, unimpressed, pokes his forehead with a drumstick.
“I work with children,” Gareth mutters, which is funny considering he’s the youngest in their ragtag group. Eddie chooses not to mention it. “Listen, man, we’re not gonna care. Man, woman, somewhere in between, as long as they make you happy.”
“Exactly,” Jeff adds. “As long as it’s not, like, Jason Carver or some shit.”
“Or a kid,” Frank points out. Eddie makes a face.
“God, no, never. To either of those. Listen, just. He’s changed, alright? Can you trust that?”
Gareth and Jeff share another look. Jeff steps closer. “You’re the best judge of character we know, Eddie. If you say he’s changed, we’ll do our best to listen.”
“Okay,” Eddie says. “Because he, uh. He’s gonna come pick me up today.”
Frank hits the hi-hat, letting it rattle. “You’re shitting me. We’re gonna meet him?”
Eddie nods, pulling another piece of hair in front of his face.
“Oh, man,” Jeff says. “You’re gone on this dude. Can you tell us anything about him?”
Eddie bites his lip. “I mean, you’re about to see him. But during the whole… everything. He saved my life more than once.”
“Then we owe him a whole lot,” Gareth says seriously.
Eddie smiles at his friends. “Thanks, guys. Alright, back to practice, Frank, count us in!”
Towards the end of practice, a car pulls up. Eddie doesn’t notice, he’s got his eyes closed, focused on what he’s playing. Jeff and Gareth give each other another look.
Steve Harrington steps out.
Frank misses a beat.
Eddie turns around, brow furrowed in question, then turning back to the front and grinning when he sees Steve walk up.
The song’s barely over before Eddie’s putting his guitar down and practically launching himself at Steve, who laughs and wraps his arms around Eddie. “Hey, Eds.”
“Stevie,” Eddie murmurs, hugging him tighter before just as suddenly releasing him and turning to the rest of the band. “Steve, these are the guys. Gareth, Jeff and Frank. Guys, Steve.”
“Nice to meet you, Steve, Eddie’s said literally only good things about you. Today.” Gareth offers him a hand, and he accepts, laughing.
“Yeah, we’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, but he never did it. I finally realized I’d have to actually come up here if he’s ever gonna do it.”
Jeff frowns, cutting his eyes over to Eddie. “You wanted to tell us, though?”
“Yes, definitely! It was my idea, actually, just. You know how my brain is about things sometimes.”
Steve frowns, poking Eddie’s head. “Be nice.”
Eddie pretends to bite at Steve’s retreating finger. “To who? I am!”
“To yourself,” Steve laughs.
“Oh,” Eddie says, then grins slyly. “Why would I, when I have you to do it for me?”
Steve grins back. “Because if you don’t,” he starts, finishing by whispering something in Eddie’s ear that has him gasping.
“You wouldn’t.”
“See, that’s your choice, isn’t it?”
Eddie frowns. “You’re mean.” But he leans into Steve’s side anyways.
“Eddie,” Frank says, “how in the hell did you get together with your high school crush?”
“Aw, you had a crush on me?” Steve says happily. “How embarrassing.”
“We’re dating, Steve.”
He just shrugs. “Still.”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “To answer your question, Frank…” he locks eyes with Steve, and they both start giggling. “Threaten him in a boat shed?”
“Try to get him back with his ex?”
Eddie groans, hiding his face in Steve’s shoulder. “Are you ever gonna let that go?”
“Probably not.”
“Somehow I have more questions now than I started with,” Frank says, “and I’m scared of what the answers might be.”
“Hey,” Gareth says suddenly, loud enough Steve and Eddie jump apart. “What the hell are you thinking, man?” He addresses Eddie, walking past them to the mouth of the garage. He doesn’t miss the way Steve angles himself in front of Eddie, trying to protect him. Good. He shuts the garage door. “You know how nosy my neighbors are, man, you can’t just do whatever you want! If people see-”
“Shit, man,” Eddie says, relaxing. “You’re right. Sorry. Thank you.”
“I’m happy for you,” he says, noting the way Steve’s shoulders go down. “But you’ve gotta be careful, man, we just got you back.”
“I know,” Eddie says. “You’re right.”
Gareth smiles, then. “Let’s go inside. You know my mom made lemonade, and I think we all want to hear how exactly this happened.” He smirks, gesturing at Steve and Eddie.
“You guys go ahead,” Eddie tells them. “I’d like to say hi to him first.”
Gareth rolls his eyes, moving towards the door. “I’m coming back out here in two minutes,” he warns.
He gives them ten.
Writer prompt: Steve & Mike bonding pls
Ooh I love this!! We don’t see it enough in canon but I think their bitchiness actually gets along fairly well together.
i dont rhink you understand. steve getting pushed against the wall with a bottle to his neck and robin having to be held back by dustin to prevent her from beating eddie up. robin rolling up her sleeves and having the most murderous look on her face when she sees steve flinch when eddie leans in closer. robin running over to steve as soon as he's freed and rubbing his back and checkinf up on him because she was so so worried. you dont get it.
Yes yes yes yes!!!!!!!!!
ok was talking to a friend and now i’m crazy curious:
expand on ur answer in the tags if you want & rb for more answers pls pls pls !!!!
btw I know ppl on this site go on abt mutuals but if you are someone that shows up in my notes regularly who I don't follow, I do notice and I am fond of you and if you reblog something from me I do think "YES I have pleased the follower with good taste"
#tbh i don't even know who's a mutual; who's following me; who I'M following and they happened to scroll through#and who's just ships passing in the night with me#so like. anything i reblog with ''mutuals'' or ''followers'' or anything? it's literally just ''hey you! yeah you the one reading this!!''#and if you're sitting there thinking ''but not ME right?'' YES YOU. YES. REALLY. Y O U.#Dee babbles
Quality of the source material is never an indicator of the quality of the fanfictions
You Don't Swim
Written for @steddiemicrofic
Prompt: Pool
Word Count: 442
Rating: G
Content Warning: Trauma from events in season 1. I'm sure something like this has already been done but I had the idea and couldn't shake it.
Eddie notices that Steve never uses his own pool. Established relationship.
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"You don't swim."
The announcement was accompanied by Eddie's sudden presence in the lawn chair beside him.
"What?"
"You don't swim," Eddie repeated. Steve didn't answer, only adjusted his sunglasses and settled deeper into his own chair. "It's your pool and you're the only one who doesn't use it. Well, you and Nance. But I guess she just wants to keep her hair nice."
"Don't worry about it," Steve told him, trying to sound casual.
"I'm just sayin'."
"Eddie," Steve sighed.
"Everyone else splashes around and has a good time."
"Drop it."
"But you two just sit here, dry and tan like a -"
"Eddie, I said drop it."
Steve's sudden and loud outburst shocked everyone in the yard. All eyes were on him, but his eyes were fixed on Eddie. Even behind the dark tint on his sunglasses, it was easy to see the anger in his eyes.
Steve pushed himself from his chair and walked into the house, all but slamming the sliding glass door behind him. Robin swam to the edge of the pool and started to pull herself out to follow him. Eddie stood, putting one hand out to her, as he followed Steve himself.
He found Steve alone in the kitchen, tanned back facing Eddie as he hunched over the island.
"Stevie," Eddie called softly, pulling the door closed. Steve's shoulders tensed at his voice.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"I know," Eddie told him. "Just wanna say I'm sorry if I like, pushed a button or something."
Steve's shoulders relaxed before finally slumping. Eddie took a few steps closer before placing his hands tentatively on Steve's back. He melted into the touch and turned around. Eddie pulled him into a hug, wrapping his arms around Steve's shoulders as Steve clung to his waist.
"Sorry for yellin'," he said sadly into Eddie's shoulder.
"'S'okay."
"There was… an accident… a few years ago."
"What kinda accident?"
"The Upside Down kind." Eddie tightened his hold on Steve. "Only me, Nance, and Jon know. And don't you dare ever ask her about it."
"I won't." Eddie whispered. "Ya know, you could tell me about it, if you ever wanted to."
Steve nodded against Eddie's shoulder. "Promise I will someday. But not today."
"Okay, baby," Eddie answered.
They rejoined the party a few minutes later. Steve's outburst was forgotten as the party splashed and yelled and played in the water. Eddie jumped in to join them, doing his best to seem unphased by Steve's admission. But he kept his eyes on those two lawn chairs a few feet away and the two troubled young faces that now occupied them.
This trope can never be overdone, especially not when it's done so well! ❤️
So smoke 'em if you got 'em, cause it's going down All I ever wanted was you
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Oh, keep trusting with me.
so, following the stobin vs stobin poll, i've been curious. bc a lot of the people who added commentary and voted st-obb-in as their accepted pronunciation were vehemently adamant that that's the 'correct' way to say it bc it's their names mashed together.
so now, i wonder how willing those people are to die on the 'mash their names how they're pronounced' hill:
*you don't need to tell me if you don't ship ronance, it's just a bit of fun with reading comprehension