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Steve enjoys outraging the kids from time to time , so one day when he’s dropping them off for Hellfire and Eddie’s not there yet, he just follows them in and plops himself down in the DM seat
Cue the outraged yelling, particularly from Dustin and Mike, while Steve plays dumb and enjoys their reaction immensely. He decides he’ll stick around until Eddie gets here for his reaction too, because he’ll never admit it but he funds his rants adorable
What Steve doesn’t know, though, is that Eddie’s reactions to pranks is to play along as if nothing is off - so when Eddie comes in, he has a moment of ‘wtf’ before he saunters along like nothing is wrong and just sits on Steve’s lap. And stays there for the next 2 hours until there’s a break.
Steve comes out of the break with a date 😜
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after billy finally moved out he got a puppy. he wasn’t sure why he did it, he’d never had a pet before. but the apartment was too empty and quiet and he needed some noise that would remind him of max yapping in her room
#this is too self indulgent#billy hargrove#stranger things#billy#billy art#billy fanart#stranger things fanart#billy hargrove art#billy hargrove fanart#sketch#billy hargrove imagine#stranger things prompts#billy hargrove prompts#au#billy hargrove au#stranger things au#my art
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I teamed up with @allthingsjoeq and @somnambulic-thing to bring you some Stranger Prompts directly from the Twilight Zone.
Choose a prompt from the list, add in your choice of Eddie or Steve, and spin the story however you like! Please mention us so that we can enjoy your creations and tag the fic "strangerprompts".
18+ONLY MDNI
He shows up at your house covered in mud in the rain, but the problem is, he died two months ago.
You mistake him for the man who is supposed to be your blind date, and he decides to go along with it.
You register for a supernatural dating app
You get a phone call and find out it's a wrong number but realize that you don't want to stop talking to the person at the other end. Come to find out, he's from another decade.
A stranger leaves a letter in your mailbox. It says, "we don't know each other, but I need someone in this world to know..."
You move into a new apartment and soon discover that you share a wall with a very noisy neighbor. Loud laughter, talking, and music are a constant companion. When you decide to go over and knock on their door to confront them in person, you find that the apartment is unoccupied and has been for months.
You find a box buried in the backyard of the place you just moved into and there is something unexpected inside.
You step into a hole-in-the-wall bar for a drink and suddenly find yourself in a different decade.
You both decide to get a tarot reading on a whim, but then the predictions start coming true.
You put an ad in the paper saying you need a date to an event, and he answers it.
You find a man hiding in your house, and he says he's from another dimension.
You find an old diary from the 80's at a thrift shop and take it home with you. You start reading it and a face appears in your dreams.
You're switching stations on your radio when you pick up the signal of someone on a Walkie Talkie. They say they're in trouble and give their location.
You both unknowingly book the same haunted Airbnb and find out you're stuck together for the night.
It's rush hour and you're stuck in standstill traffic. He is in the vehicle next to you and motions for you to roll your window down.
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more than friends - a steve harrington imagine
summary: a real fluffy imagine after writing angst for the past few, best friends turns to lovers. Reader is teased about their close relationship with Steve by a jocky asshole, so Steve decides to do something about his feelings. both are obviously pining for each other but just don’t know how to do something about it!!
word count: 3.3k
warnings: really cringe asshole male talk about female character (inappropriate sexual remarks) & swearing.
thanks @urfriendlywriter for the friends to lovers confession prompt!!! <3
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“Alrighty class, notes for the biological study are on the blackboard, you have the full hour to complete this. I expect everyone to have the practical experiment done, and their write up started by the bell. Am I clear with that?” Mrs Peters stands with her hands on top of her blooming belly, slightly leaning against the desk with her hip.
The class grumble a response and Mrs Peters smiles, nodding. “I’ll float until my ankles hurt,” She starts, hinting to her swollen pregnancy ankles and gets a murmur of laughter in response, “Off you go!”
The equipment is already lain out for you and your lab partner, Brad. He stands awfully close to you as you sort through the different brightly coloured flowers scattering your table. You have a feeling you’ll end up doing all the work, with Brad copying everything down in the last ten minutes.
“Jheez.” Brad whistles under his breath as the class volume raises to the sound of students discussing their impending flower dissections. “Wonder who the lucky bastard is that gets a ride on her.” You turn to face him, your insides screaming with utter disgust, he motions his head to Mrs Peters and slides his eyebrows up and down.
“You’re disgusting.” You say to the white peony that you’ve set out for your first dissection. Brad hears, and just laughs to you. He takes that as a joke, as a compliment, and it disgusts you even more. “Can you start to take the petals off those,” your eyes flit to the five other flowers laid out in a neat, colourful row, “and make notes on their type of pollination?” A tinge of annoyance already lacing your voice.
“Their type’ah what now?” He sits picking the petals off roughly, not following any of Mrs Peters prior instructions, and that fills you with rage. As someone who excels in school and wants to do well, your lab partner pairing feels like someone, somewhere, wants to torture you. You realise that it’s going to be easier, and less painful, if you just do it. Just crack on with the lab practical and let Brad sit there and sniff the pretty petals. “Can you get high on this stuff?” He says, his nose dotted with a tiny bit of pollen from where he dug it into the centre of the flower.
You widen your eyes and nod enthusiastically, “High as a kite.” You confirm, sarcastically, and his eyes glow back at you. Jesus...
Time passes and you’re in your element, investigating stigmas and anthers up close under the microscope, adding to your quick diagrams of each part with brief, but helpful, notes. Ones that Brad will no doubt copy from in due course. He’s sitting, like an impatient child, folding and tearing the petals he picked off earlier. The only time he’s made an effort so far is when Mrs Peters made her rounds and he came to stand by you and ‘make notes’ on your observations, only to sit back down again and scribble in the margin of his notebook when she slunk back away.
“Harrington shown you a good time yet, huh?” Brad’s voice breaks the silence between the two of you and your cheeks flush a deep red as you squint through the lens of the microscope. A thick glob of saliva forms under your tongue which you swiftly swallow back. “Come on, we’re in biology... can we not discuss things like that?”
You lift your head from the lens and look at him. His face is expectant, expectant of your response, hoping for a bite back, and he calmly crosses his arms over his chest. Your cheeks are still firing up, your vision goes slightly blurry for a short while as white-hot anger burns up inside you. After glaring at him for some time, you return to your position at the microscope.
Before you could realise, he’s bumping your arm with his and leaning down to speak to you, not even the beautifully intricate flower beneath you is giving you any sanity. “If he’s too much of a pussy to do it, let me show you what a good time is really like.” He’s so close you can feel his breath warm your ear and send shivers down your spine, feeling like it’s hitting every vertebrate on the way down.
“Steve and I are just friends.” The more uninterested you seem, the more likely he is to give up on his pursuit and just shut the fuck up. Or so you’re hoping.
He scoffs, “Pfft.” His tongue creeps from his mouth and licks his bottom lip, “Friends with benefits? C’mon. I ain’t stupid.” He goes quiet then you feel a soft tickle forming down your spine, Brad’s finger. Then, his breath back in your ear, “Bet he doesn’t know your sweet spots.”
You shoot back from Brad, holding your hands up, like you’ve been scolded with a hot iron, “Okay. That’s it.” You charge from your station down to the front where Mrs Peters sits, grading papers. “Mrs Peters.” You say, quietly now that you’re down here, not wanting anyone to hear your conversation. In your hands, your fingers tremble slightly with the adrenaline of the conversation you just had. “I would like to request a change of lab partner.” Your voice comes out strong and confident but your face paints a different picture. “Please.”
Mrs Peters looks behind you, at your now half empty desk, and to Brad who sits and moves stems and petals around the table into a phallic shape. He grabs the attention of the pair in front, who seem displeased at the childish distraction. She raises her brows in his direction, when he meets her glare, his cheeks flush a light pink, and he rearranges the flowers into the muddle they were before.
“Say no more, sweet pea.” She says with an exasperated sigh, shuffling papers to pull out her seating plan. You look over as she pulls a pencil from her pot and pats her lip with the eraser. “Eleanor’s in need of a partner.” She says, tracing over the spare seat on her plan, “That sound good?” Mrs Peter’s kind eyes meet your own and she offers you a sincere smile.
“That would be great.” Your heart leaps with relief.
“Finish up there for today, you can move on Monday. He can stay with me.” As you make your way back to your desk, Mrs Peters calls out from hers. “Brad Norton.” The class falls silent, her usual sing-song voice has turned cold, stern. “I don’t recall asking you to make penises with your pretty little flowers. You can stay and do your lab work, tho-rough-ly,” she sounds out each syllable in the word, the veins in her neck protruding with distaste at her student, “with me in detention.”
The classroom remains quiet as you find your seat and complete your notes. “Bitch.” Is muttered venomously from next to you and you’re unsure if it’s directed at you or Mrs Peters, but you’re past caring.
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On Friday nights, you and Steve like to walk from school to the diner which flickers welcomingly in the dark winter light as you approach. As usual, you take to your table which is located in the corner of the diner. It is cosy. You love coming here, especially with Steve. It’s a time that you can spend together, just the two of you, have a burger, have a milkshake, and just catch up on the week. You adore your Friday nights with Steve.
Now, you’re leaning against the comfy backing of the squishy diner chair, the fabric crinkling awkwardly as you get yourself comfortable. You’ve both cleared your plates, smears of ketchup and dustings of salt lie in remnant of what was two full plates of burgers and fries. Gluttonously, as your stomach feels heavy with the greasy food that you adore, you continue to gulp your milkshake.
“I heard Brad Norton got a detention today in bio.” Steve finishes dragging his last fry through a dreg of ketchup before placing it into his mouth, laughing at the new conversation topic. You simply roll your eyes and let the milkshake freeze your back teeth before swallowing.
“He’s an asshole.” You retort, swirling your straw around in the thick, creamy drink. Your eyes stay fixed on the pink substance in your glass, watching the small particles of ice slowly melt the more you stir. “I’ve switched partners, finally. I asked Mrs Peters to move.”
“Really?”
You nod, your brows furrowing. “Uh, yeah. I don’t fancy sitting and getting creepy back strokes from him for the rest of the year.”
Steve sits back against the seat, “He did what?” A surge of jealousy, and anger flits through him and you can see it flash across his eyes, a change so subtle you feel proud you noticed. He knows that would’ve made you uncomfortable and he knows where Brad usually goes on a Friday night, he runs over the possibility of going there and beating the shit out of him, but quickly decides that would be a terrible idea. “Is that what he got his detention for? Being a creep?”
You laugh slightly, “Close.” You take another gulp of milkshake. “He was making dicks out of the flowers.” You realise you’re talking to your milkshake and not to Steve, he’s noticed too and realises there’s more to this story than you’re letting on. He knows you too well.
“You sure that’s all he did?” He knows not to push things with you, but the feeling is bubbling up inside of him.
You toy with the idea for a moment. Tell Steve, let Steve get angry and potentially make your favourite night of the week awkward? Or, don’t tell Steve, enjoy each other’s company and go from there?
You’ve both been close to sharing your feelings with each other on multiple occasions, sat in this very booth. The diner must have an aura that allows you to become content with your feelings with one another, almost becoming more than friends. The diner is where you’ve shared feelings, ranted about shitty weeks, shitty dates; cried into milkshakes over the clear downfall of Hawkins. But it’s also where you’ve brushed hands as you reach for napkins, letting your fingertips linger a little longer than is necessary. It’s where you’ve held eye contact as you talk about things that interest you, the other listening with intent adoration. His eyes glisten as he listens to you discuss another biological theory that you love talking about with him, his lips curling as he listens intently and marvels at your passion and drive for science. You return the active listening as he discusses the trips to the Upside Down, watch little pieces of him break apart as he cracks open his memories of things he tries so hard to supress, but keep creeping back into his consciousness.
So, with all that in mind, you decide to tell him. “He quizzed me on whether you show me a good time.” You blurt out, placing your milkshake down and folding your arms onto the table. “said he would show me a good time, said he knew my sweet spots. Basically, he spent the lesson trying to get into my pants.”
His face is a picture of disgust, his eyebrows furrowing so deep you think they’ll knit together. “I promise you; he is one of a kind.” He holds his hands up in defence, “We are not all sex crazed lunatics who like making people feel uncomfortable.” His features soften and he looks over to you, taking in your features as he likes to here. They look softer in the glow of the luminous light that hangs above their window, the streetlights casting a yellow tinge into the corner where you sit tucked away. “I’m sorry he made you feel like that.” His voice is sincere.
You shake it off with a whip of a hand, “Shall we get out of here?”
He nods, leaving the money on the table. “Come back to mine? We can watch a movie.”
As you stand to straighten yourself up, you smile back at him warmly, nodding gently at his offer.
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Warm waves of air circulate out of the heater placed by your feet as you sit in Steve’s basement on the couch, watching a new film Steve rented out. You haven’t really been paying attention, you’ve been more interested in gradually moving your limbs inch by inch closer to Steve’s, your breath hitching as you feel him doing the same. Soon enough, you’re sat with your arms pressed against one another and your leg is resting comfortably against his.
“Can’t stop thinking about what that asshole said to you.” His voice sounds weird after not talking for so long, the only sound being the grumbling heater and the soundtrack of the film playing out in front of you.
You rub his arm gently, sighing, “Stop thinking about it Steve, he’s not worth it.”
“No, I know.” He’s quiet for a while again, the flickers of vibrant colours on the screen lighting up his features and your eyes travel around them all. He feels your eyes on him and leans to pause the TV, the sudden cut of sound making the room feel too quiet. Your breathing slows, waiting for him to start the conversation again. Sheepishly, you slowly pull your hand from his arm, suddenly feeling awkward having left it there for so long. He turns his body so he’s facing you and you scoot back a touch, propping your arm up on the back of the couch and leaning your head against your palm.
“Penny for your thoughts?” You probe delicately, you can tell he has something whirlpooling in his mind.
He shakes his head, smiling coyly. “Just thinking.”
“About...” Your hands tumble over one another, hinting for him to go on.
“You.” His bluntness makes your stomach squeeze tight, as if you’ve just dropped from one of those free-fall rides at the amusement park. His face remains unchanged, his eyes studying yours. “Thinking about you.”
Slowly, you take a deep breath in. Unaware you were holding it in the first place. “Why me?” Annoyingly, your voice comes out as quiet as the hum of the heater, almost inaudible to someone who wasn’t trained in on the conversation. Suddenly the room feels warm, and you realise this could be the time to have the conversation you’ve been longing to have.
“’Cause I think about you all the time.”
You’d hoped all this time that he does just that.
And he does, he thinks of you when you aren’t there, when he’s lonely, when he feels sad, when he lies awake at night wishing he could turn over and feel the warmth of your skin against this. Wishing he could spend the night with you in a blur of heavy breathing, lustful kisses and soft moans. Wishing he could tell you how much you mean to him afterwards, holding you close whilst you both catch your breath and settle into the sheets in a dream-like state. He’s realising now how close he is to having all of this. To having you. If you want him, that is.
“I know you feel what I feel.” His voice is low and his hand travels to rest just in between the two of you, like he wanted to commit to holding you but got scared half-way and changed his mind.
A speckle of heat rests on your cheeks. “What is it that you feel?” Again, your voice is quiet, and you feel the pulse thick and fast, the heat rising up your neck from your chest.
He clears his throat. “I know we both enjoy the time we spend together, as friends. But I don’t wanna be just friends anymore.” Silence settles over the pair of you, but you know that he’s not done yet, so you wait patiently for him to continue. “You make me feel so comfortable and you always know how to cheer me up, when to give me space, when to distract me from whatever’s going on...”
Hairs on the back of your neck prickle as the tingling sensation of adrenaline courses through your body. He continues, “I hate the fact that even assholes like Brad know there is something between us.” He sighs softly but carries on, “The fact that we haven’t even done as much as discussed how we feel, yet he’s happy to make degrading sexual comments to you about us.”
You nod along in agreement. “I know.” Suddenly, your whole body feels drawn to him and you slide back along the couch, shuffling down into his side and placing your head in the crook of his neck, resting your arm over his stomach. This feels right, you think to yourself happily. “I love spending time with you, too. I have loved growing close to you these past few months and I-”
He lets his arm fall around your shoulders and he cuts you off, “Wait.” He insists as you feel his other hand come to rest gently against your neck, his thumb resting lightly against your jaw. “Look at me when you say it.” With his hand still resting on your neck, he gradually guides your face up so that it’s inches away from his own. His eyes travelling lazily over your features he’s grown to know so well before locking in with your own.
Inside your chest, your heart is hammering wildly. Never have you been this close. Never this intimate. “I want to be with you, Steve.” You quietly admit, although it’s not much of a shocker. A smile forms on his lips, which have now moved ever so close to your own. Impatient and running on adrenaline, you close the gap between the pair of you and bring your lips together. His hand stays firmly on your neck, his fingertips gradually gripping the hair at the nape of your neck as your fist grasps his t-shirt as the kiss intensifies.
The months of longing are finally coming to a head here and now as you are both desperate for each other. Not just in a sexual longing, but an emotional and physical intimacy longing, too. You can feel yourself getting lulled further into the kiss as his tongue searches for your own.
After a few moments have passed, you both pull away gently, chests slightly heaving as you both work to catch some of your breath back. You rest your forehead against his and brush your nose past his, moving back to give him a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. “What do you say then?” You can see the happiness radiating across his face, the creases by his eyes and the soft pink glow gives it all away. His thumb traces across your cheek, “You wanna give us a shot?” He says.
Nodding, you reflect the same happiness glow that Steven is portraying. “I wanna give us the best shot.”
Satisfied, he takes his hand back from your face and you feel how hot your cheek has been under his touch. He holds you close to him as he reaches back down to play the movie. A couple minutes later, he clears his throat. “And, if ‘Brad’” He uses air-quotes around his name, “Or any of his asshole friends wanna make any comments to you again, I’ll drop those motherfuckers.” He point blank says as his eyes follow along with the scene playing out in the movie before you.
The sudden threat from Steve brings a laugh out from you and it fills the room. Your shoulders shake as your laugh intensifies; he gestures his hands towards the TV. “Hey, do you mind keeping it down? Trying to watch a movie here.” He tuts and shakes his head playfully before resting it on top of your own, tracing his fingertips over your arm so that tiny goosebumps raise on your skin. A couple of minutes later, you find your breathing rising and falling at the same time as Steve’s, your eyes fall softly closed as you’re lulled into a light sleep, cocooned under the blankets and Steve’s arms.
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You know that trope where Eddie talks shit about Steve to CC just to keep up some kind of appearance or whatever, but Steve overhears it
So that, but instead of there being some kind of misinterpretation, Steve knows exactly why he would say that. He rolls his eyes, and doesn’t enter the room or make himself known. He goes back to the living room and when Eddie comes out looking for him, Steve says, “I’m not doing this if you can’t get over yourself"
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#prompt#stranger things prompts#steddie prompt#fandsart
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Lotta Love 💖 Steddie V-Day
Hello lovely people! This Valentine I bring something different. You know how this works; drag or screenshot and have fun!
Remember, this is just a guide to creating a prompt for Valentine's Day, but you can choose whatever you want and interpret it as you wish! You can write, do art, edits, share hcs, cosplay, etc.
Tag the account, use #BatBoysPrompts & #LottaLoveSteddie tags
Post your work on February 11th to 17th
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Steve had been up for this, he had, he was still clinging to the notion of being anything but a disappointment to his parents and this seemed like the way to do it but he can’t, he can’t
last night his fiancee had blurted out that she was a lesbian and Steve’s perfectly built up walls came crashing down and a tidal wave of feelings rushed in reminding him of his own not so straight sexuality as well and now he’s stood in a side room in the town church and his gay fiancee is waiting just outside the doors to walk down the aisle and he can’t do it
his parents had pushed him and Chrissy together, they were the perfect match on paper and she was lovely, she really was but he wasn’t ever going to be in love with her but they’d have had a nice life but last night she had come bursting into his room and spilled everything and Steve had felt like he was looking in a mirror, she wanted to please her parents, she wanted an easy life but she would never love him like that and in direct opposition to the time Nancy, his high school girlfriend, had pulled the rug from under him by telling him their relationship was bullshit, he’d felt relieved
but neither of them had known how to call it off so now here he is, pacing back and fourth like a caged animal and then Robin, like the great platonic love of his life, his saviour, his everything, whispers through the crack in the door that she’ll be waiting outside with the car running if he needs her, he’s very aware of this fact as he locks eyes with Chrissy, who is stood at the end of the aisle, hand in her dad’s elbow, looking ready to vomit and he starts to run, he guns down the aisle and past her, hears the shouting and screams, sees two cars parked out the front and doesn’t recognise either but pelts down the steps towards one, hoping Robin is sat behind the wheel
he’s vaguely aware Chrissy is also running a couple of steps behind him, skirt hiked up, he catches a glance of sneakers and smiles to himself, he yanks the back door of the car closest to him open and dives in, yelling above the screams of his family to ‘DRIVE’ and the person at the wheel does
Steve turns to watch the figure of his father get smaller and smaller, laughing as the car Chrissy must be in by the sea of white taffeta taking up the rear window tears in the other direction
it’s not until the car is on the outskirts of town that he turns back around only to find that it’s not Robin in the drivers seat, “you’re not Chrissy”, “you’re not Robin”, it’s a guy, a handsome, handsome man, dark curly hair and dimples showing as he smiles into the rearview mirror at Steve
“it seems as though there’s been a mix up, I’m Eddie, Chrissy’s best friend and getaway car driver, do you happen to be Steve? Her lovely, unfortunately not a female, fiancee by any chance?”
in the other car there is a lot of crying happening as Chrissy breaks down in the back seat and Robin does her best to let her know that Steve really won’t mind, in fact he was already in front of her in the race to see who could get out of there fast enough and don’t worry she’ll drive Chrissy to meet up with Eddie and she can call Steve and hey why don’t we go out for food and celebrate, why waste the dress and oh god am I hitting on a runaway bride right now?
expanded version here!
#steddie#steve harrington#chrissy cunningham#eddie munson#robin buckley#buckingham my beloved#robin/chrissy#robin x chrissy#bandqueen#bandcheer#steveddie#stranger things#stranger things 4#fic prompt#stranger things prompts#buckingham#lets ignore the canon that Robin can't drive
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saw this tweet and yes yes yes
i can just so perfectly picture Steve and Billy standing in the kitchen arguing about something stupid. Steve's hands on his hips, of course, when their daughter toddles up to him and while they're still arguing, hands Steve the phone. Steve only breaks eye contact with Billy for a second to look down at what she's holding up to him.
he takes the toy phone from her and brings it up to his ear. "hello? ... yes. ... i'm sorry this isn’t a great time, can i call you back? ... okay, thanks. ... bye" all while still glaring at Billy. then he hands the phone back to their daughter, who waddles back into the living room, and Steve and Billy pick back up where they left off.
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Y/N: Do you ever do anything except whine like a little bitch?
Steve: Sometimes I whine like a BIG bitch.
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ok i have an idea but i don't feel like writing the whole thing as an actual fic so here's me talking ab famous!steddie
modern au where post upside down/saving the world eddie and corroded coffin gain popularity in the metal scene bc of eddies dropped murder charges and everything
steve and robin start making music too but it starts as just a way to make extra money; they play at local bars and cafes after leaving hawkins; steve writes songs and robin picks up piano and guitar p quickly (i assume w how good she is w languages shed be good w instruments too) but after a while she wants to stop when she gets a job so steve learns guitar himself and he keeps playing by himself
they both get big but they're in such different scenes (eddie is metal obv but steve is more like noah kahan midwestern loneliness vibes) that no one knows that they know each other but there's a consistent thing where ppl compare their lyrics and how similar they are
theres even a game ppl play on tik tok where they read some lyrics and ppl have to guess whose music its from (ppl know that eddie is the songwriter for cc and that steve writes his own music); their music both follow themes ab like mortality and lost faith and like kinda fantasy ish stuff (heroes and villains etc)
its not until theyre both present at some award show that ppl start wondering if they know each other; steve is being interviewed on the red carpet whatever but eddie walks by behind him and they both get kinda distracted watching each other pass bc they haven't seen each other in years and steve has to have the interviewer repeat the question; the clip of them looking at each other goes viral and ppl are speculating ab how their expressions change when they see each other (eddie almost smiles and his eyes widen a little, and steves lips part and he fully loses his train of thought until eddie is out of sight)
(and maybe steve wins something and someone catches eddie in the crowd just gazing at him w very wide eyes and a soft smile that looks almost fond)
and then a tik tok goes viral where some girl named madison hagan says she found her dads old high school yearbook and would you believe that eddie munson and steve harrington both went to hawkins high school and they were only a year apart and oh my god they totally recognized each other at that award show holy shit--
#someone write this i beg#i have too many wips to do it myself but i might write a snippet just to write some song lyrics#like maybe a tik tok of some kids playing that guessing game#steve harrington#eddie munson#eddie munson prompt#steve harrington prompt#stranger things#stranger things prompts#steddie prompt#famous!steddie
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Steddie and Friends
It is the nature of being a writer that you will end up with plot bunnies you know you'll never write. Maybe because you're realistic about how much time you have, or maybe because you don't want to write it, you want to read it. Since I am a standard bearer for team 'I swear this WiP isn't abandoned' I'm not starting new ones.
That does not, however, stop my brain from jumping up with the ideas like freaking popcorn.
So, yes, prompt memes do exist for Stranger Things and Steddie in particular, but this is set up for something just slightly different. A rescue shelter for ideas and prompts. All of those stray ideas you badly want to read but know you'll never have time to write, this is a place for you to put them up for adoption.
The Ao3 prompt collection is setup right now to let you post up to 50 prompts. It's very easy, click the link, sign up, add prompts. I've started adding mine, which means now, other victims of the brain rot, I'm asking you to look at the solo sock drawer of fic ideas in your mind, and admit which ones you aren't going to reunite. The plot bunnies in your yard you don't want to cull because you love them, but you also know you can't raise properly. The story ideas that you had a smokin hot one night stand with, but you know you're never going to text them.
Put them up for adoption so they can find their forever home with a writer who has the time to actually write them.
Do me a favor and spread this. It has a link in it, so who knows if Tumblr will show it in searches, and I feel a little silly only having my own ideas up there.
#steddie#fic ideas#steddie prompts#stranger things prompts#Steddie and Friends#prompt meme#idk how to tag this to find people#hence the need for others to share it
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modern ghost hunter au where Steve is a reluctant ghost hunter who is being dragged around by the party to visit haunted houses and murder sites as their chaperone pass to their parents. Their main star is El. But El can't see ghosts, she can only sense psychic energy, and they never find anything conclusive except for static noises and vague orbs in videos. anyway while the party is investigating a haunted trailer at an abandoned trailer park near the state line, Steve roamed around the area while waiting for them to be done inside. He picks up a red pick necklace off the ground, thinking it's kinda neat, rubbing the dirt off on his jeans before pocketing it as a souvenir. Then they head back home.
The next morning, Steve wakes up to a curious face hovering inches above his face, and it freaks the fuck outta him because he recognizes the face of Eddie Munson, the unsolved murder victim that died a gruesome death in 1986, the one from their latest ghost hunting trip.
Steve is scared at first, of course, and tried to get rid of Eddie by leaving the pick necklace back where he found it. But he's stuck with him. Eddie's unsettled soul has attached himself to Steve, and he has to help Eddie so he can pass on.
Over the course of time, as they try to solve Eddie's case together, Eddie's presence grows on Steve. While annoying at times, he can't believe people would think Eddie's malicious enough to cause harm to other people, enough for his murderer to kill him when Eddie's actually a big softie and a huge nerd. It takes a while for Steve to realize he's having a crush on a ghost. :)
#the murderer is jason carver btw#if anyone's read something like this before drop a fic rec!#steddie#steddie ficlets#steddie prompt#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#the party#stranger things#stranger things prompts#chromie writes#chrmz.txt
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Day 30 Werewolves/bones
Written for the prompt from @batboysxprompts
Rating: Teen and Up
Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
WT: animal death, mention of injuries, werewolf Steve Harrington
Word Count: 816
The fresh air is the first thing that he feels.
He puts a hand on the ground, feeling the pine cone and the leaves crunch under his weight.
“Fuck!”
He had done it again: he had freed himself from his own chains and ended up in the middle of the woods, naked.
Someone is laughing from a safe distance.
“Are you back with me, big boy?”
Eddie.
Steve turns abruptly, trying to use his advanced senses to smell blood, or pain, or…
“Stop it, you know I’m fine.”
Steve wrinkles his nose, his eyes pinned on the metalhead a few feet away. Eddie is too far but he still sees them, the two big scars made by claws on Eddie’s chest, the ones he made.
Eddie gets closer, he has clothes in his hands that smell of sandalwood and marjiuana.
“I hope you like Judas Priest.” He tells him with a grin.
Steve is totally naked so he can’t really complain, even if Eddie’s scent will stay with him all day long and if will be agony.
“Are you sure you are ok?” Steve asks, searching his body for injuries or something else.
“Stop it. I’m fine.”
“You shouldn’t be near me when…”
“I wasn’t closed when you shifted, ok? I paid attention!”
Steve's hand unconsciously gets to the longest scar, the one that ends at the base of Eddie’s neck.
“I could have killed you…” he whispers in the night.
“You were just a kid! You were scared and alone. If something would have happened it would not have been your fault.” Eddie replies, sternly.
He is not wrong. That night was the first night he shifted into a werewolf and it was the scariest night of his life. He was just getting home, with his bicycle, when the shining light of the moon had caressed his skin. He felt a pain so intense that he fell from his bicycle, screaming and crying, running through the woods as if he could escape from such excruciating pain. That was the moment he met Eddie, the strange boy of the school, one year older but in his same class. The one that smelled bad and always had worn out clothes.
Steve grabbed him, screaming for help. After that, he blacked out.
The next morning Steve’s hands were covered in blood and Eddie had a big white bandage on his chest.
Wayne offered Steve breakfast and explained to him that he was a werewolf, something he thought existed only in the stories, and gave him a few advices that would have made Steve’s life easier during the full moon nights, mumbling something about how Steve’s parents should have been the ones who gave him ‘the talk’ and how dangerous it was to leave a puppy alone during his first shift.
Wayne told him about packs dynamic, alphas, omegas, puppies and mates and Steve listened to every single word with attention and he started to go to the trailer every time he had a question.
Wayne knew a lot about werewolves, apparently his deceased partner was a werewolf too and that’s why they lived in the trailer park “A lot of space to run freely.” Wayne told him “But you are too young and in this woods there are other things that you might want to avoid.”
That’s why Wayne insisted that he had to pay more attention and stay safely in his house when he shifted.
That was the only advice that never worked.
Steve always tries to close himself in the basement, he even chained himself to the wall, but somehow his inner wolf always finds a way to free himself and run through the woods.
To Eddie.
“Come on, puppy, you’ll be late for work.” Eddie smiles, helping him get dressed and dragging him toward the trailer. It’s still night, but the moon is not so bright anymore.
“Shower?” Eddie proposes and Steve tiredly nods.
It’s going to be a very long day and he spent all night running.
There is a freshly killed rabbit in the fridge, he can smell it.
“You brought Wayne’s favorite. He will be happy to cook it for lunch.”
Steve gets closer to Eddie, inhaling the scent of his skin from the crock of his neck, feeling the familiar pull to bite him right above his jugular. Steve shivers, feeling the blood pump under the thin layer of skin, but he stops himself and gets into the shower.
One day he will not be able to control himself. One day he will finally bite him and make Eddie his mate, but for the moment he showers and plops on Eddie’s bed too tired to do anything more than sleep.
Eddie’s callous hand brushes Steve’s hair and Steve feels a wet kiss on his forehead.
“Don’t worry. I’ll wake you up.” He whispers, and both Steve and his inner wolf sigh, content.
#steddie#steddie events#steddie prompt#steve harrington x eddie munson#stranger things events#stranger things prompts#batboysprompts#day 30 Werevolves/bones#my fanfic#animal death#werewolf Steve Harrington#mention of injuries#medusapelagia#medusapelagia fanfic
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family video romance - a Steve Harrington imagine
summary: reader is becoming a regular customer at the family video and steve is always keen to help her out. some pining fluffy strangers to lovers which i thought of driving home from work lol. I might make a part two to this, just because I left it quite open.... I loved writing this, it took me a while I kept coming back and adding to it. enjoy :)
word count: 5.3k
warnings: some mild swearing, nothing else :)
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The bell atop the door cheers light-heartedly as you walk into Family Video. You absentmindedly drove here on your way home from work, wanting a familiar, comforting distraction from the sluggish day you had. Every fibre of your being just wants to go home, slot a tape into your crackly television and get lost in the fictional world of cinema.
You live for films. You laugh, cry, and get transported into the storyline so deeply that for the days afterwards you’re convinced you physically lived it.
So now as you breeze through the door, your qualms of the day seem to dissipate with every step you take. Slowly, you snake through the small aisles, stopping every so often at a film you haven’t taken out yet. Carefully, like it’s an ancient relic, turning the box over in your hand, studying the case, looking carefully at the actors and actresses and reading the blurb.
Down the next aisle, you stop and pick up Stand by Me, a film you’ve watched and rented multiple times, but always come back to. Your comfort film if you will. You’re about to move off onto the next aisle to study the new arrivals but are stopped in your tracks.
“That’s a really good choice,” Steve starts, leaning against the shelves of tapes with his arms crossed over.
You tap the box against your hand nervously, you’d seen him working before when you were in, always either sweeping or rearranging the same shelf of tapes, but you’ve never been served by him. He seems sweet, sort of careless, but sweet all the same. His hair always falls back into place after he’s drawn his hand through it roughly and his arms flex as he pushes the broom back and forth. Not that you’d noticed...
“Uh, yeah,” you reply, taken aback by the sudden conversation, “I mean, I’ve seen it a bunch of times but... just keep coming back to it.” The tapping against your palm slows as you see his eyes search your features, a sudden blush peppering your cheeks under his gaze. You’re realising now just how attractive he really is, and you find yourself becoming shy, almost nervous, in his presence. This isn’t how you pictured your movie shopping to go, you wanted to come in, grab some movies, and head home.
He clears his throat and points his thumb in the direction of another aisle, “Can I make some suggestions? Show you what’s popular?” He’s trying to be helpful, trying to be accommodating to you as a customer, but you’ve seen this act before with other girls in the store. Internally, you battle with yourself between just taking Stand by Me and leaving or entertaining the idea of some harmless conversation with... hang on. Your eyes trail to his name badge. Ah, Steve. Harmless conversation with Steve.
Eventually, after what you hope wasn’t too large of a pause, you nod, “Sure.”
You arrive at another section of video tapes and your eyes immediately go to the black VHS tape box facing forward with a small white ghost peeking through a red do not enter sign. He sees you looking at the cover and he picks it up, turning it over in his hands. “This is awesome. Have you seen it? It’s three dudes in New York City fighting off these weird ghouls with machines and they have to fight them off before they end up taking over the city.”
“Ghostbusters? Yeah, I’m sure everyone’s seen that.” You say with a slight laugh, finding it cute how he explained the premise of Ghostbusters, one of the biggest films from the previous few years.
He nods his head quickly before placing it back on the shelf, “Oh yeah, totally. Totally. It was a really-” He places it back so hastily that it knocks a couple other boxes onto the floor. He bends down swiftly and picks them all up before you can offer to help. “-Really popular movie. Yeah.”
“But hey, what’s the harm in watching it again?” Taking Ghostbusters from his hands, you look to the remaining boxes he has, and your eyes fall upon a case you’ve not seen before. “Is this one new?” You enquire, pointing to The Manhattan Project that’s nestled in Steve’s hands. He flips it over and studies the title for a second.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, this one’s pretty new,” he looks back at you and you’re looking back at him, waiting to see if he has anything else to say. “I haven’t seen it, though,” he adds, almost disappointingly, like he feels he’s shutting you out by not wowing you with any cinematic knowledge of new arrivals. “But, I mean, hey, cover’s cool,” he holds it out to you to have a look and you smile at him, taking the box and studying the blurb, actors and such.
Your lips turn down and you raise your eyebrows, “Yeah guess it’ll do. I’ll try it.”
“Oh, oh yeah. Sure. Yeah.” What the fuck, Steve? He thinks to himself. Is he now constricted to one syllable words? So far, he feels this encounter has been disastrous. After mansplaining one of the bestselling movies of ‘84, to knocking tapes from the shelf, to sputtering out single words. What’s happening to the smooth, flirtatious Steve that usually comes out in the presence of a pretty girl? But you’re not just pretty. You’re beautiful, and effortlessly so, almost intimidatingly so. Oh, come on Steve. It’s been ten minutes.
Whilst Steve cleans up the shelf, you can’t help but smile at how flustered he seems. It’s cute. You like it. Once his hands are empty, he doesn’t know what to do with them, so he commits to crossing his arms back over his chest again. “So...” You start, looking around at the few remaining aisles you haven’t ventured to yet. “Got anymore top grossing films to recommend that I will have most definitely seen?”
He smiles down at you, tightening his arms and shaking his head. “You’re not gonna let me live that down, are you?” His voice is playful, and you return his smile. You have him in the palm of your hand, you just don’t realise it.
“We’ll see.” You walk back past him now, towards the counter. The tiredness from the day flooding through your body like a strong current and you realise it’s time to head home. “I’ll just take these for today.”
You place the two on the counter and Steve puts them through the system for you. “Can I take your name? Just for the account,” he points at the screen, fingers ready to type in your name.
You give him your name and it etches into his brain. One he will certainly not forget. He makes a mental note to come back onto the system later and have a look through your recent rentals. That way, next time you come in, he won’t make an ass of himself with recommending films you’ve already seen. Or is that too weird?
“Oh, can I just ask?” You start your question as he places the two movies on the countertop before you, placing his hands on either side of them. His eyebrows raise in anticipation of your question. “Do you know if you’ll be getting Terms of Endearment in? I look for it every time I come in and I can never find it.”
Steve’s facial expression allows you to see the cogs whirring in his mind as he tries to work out what Terms of Endearment is. “Uh, I can’t say I’ve seen it. Is it a particular favourite of yours?”
“I love Jack Nicholson, I’d watch any film he’s in, but I would love to re-watch that one in particular. There was just something about it, you know?”
“Jack Nicholson...” He ponders the name for a moment, and you watch as he clicks his fingers as the name comes to him. “Oh!!” He exclaims. “Here’s Johnny?” A real lightbulb moment.
“Yes!” You beam, although that was also a very popular film, you’re not judging his, clearly limited, film knowledge.
“Uh, so to answer your question about the movie, I’m not sure. But I can definitely check it out for you,” his voice is confident and has grown slightly louder now that you’re back at the desk.
You nod back at him, grateful, whether his words mean anything, you’re unsure. But you can only hope. “Awesome. Well, alright,” You pause a moment, flicking to his name badge to make sure you remember his name correctly, although you’re kidding yourself because how could you forget it, “thank you for all your help, Steve.”
He waves a hand slowly at you as you turn to leave the store, turning round coyly as you exit the door and giving him a small, but noticeable, smile. After you’ve left the store feels unnaturally quiet, he stares at the space you were stood in for a few minutes, mulling over your exchange.
“Pick your jaw up off the floor, Harrington.” Robin jeers from the door of the back office where she’s been sat shuffling return forms into organised piles.
Steve quickly changes his posture and walks to the office, leaning his frame against the door and puffing his cheeks out. “She was quite something.” His eyes are fixated on one spot on the floor, replaying your conversation in his head.
“She was in last week,” Robin admits, trailing her pencil over a form ensuring it’s been filled out correctly, but her face sours meaning some obvious piece of information has been missed out.
“She was?” Steve retorts.
Robin looks up, her face still soured from the dodgy form, “Uh, yeah. She has a pretty memorable face.”
Steve’s eyebrows raise, “Same time last week?”
“What? Why are you asking that?” She huffs and places her fingers on her forehead, gently massaging it. “Please don’t turn into creepy stalker Steve now. She seems nice, not like those other air heads you usually go for. Plus, she seems to know her shit about movies. Unlike you, dingus.”
Steve looks offended for a glimmer of a second before softening his features, knowing Robin made a very valid point, about the girls, and the movies. He quickly thinks to change the subject before being personally attacked any further by his co-worker, and closest friend. “Hey, do you know anything about the film ‘Terms of Endowment?’” He questions sincerely, and confidently.
Robin stares at him in awe, what have you done to him? “Firstly, I think you mean ‘Endearment’,” Robin takes in Steve’s defiant features, he will be adamant he had the name right, but Robin’s doing him a favour and correcting it for him before he messes it up in front of you. “And secondly, no we do not, nor have we ever, had that for rental.”
“How do we get it?” He retorts, brushing off his poor memory for the name of the film.
She shrugs impatiently, tired of being roped into Steve’s romantic tropes that always end in a ghosting. But there is a steady glimmer of hope in Robin for this one. “I don’t know, get in touch with head office or something.” Before the conversation can go any further, she returns to her forms and Steve whirls out to the phone, dialling the number for head office and requesting one copy of the film to be delivered to the Family Video.
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Steve would be lying if he said he wasn’t on edge every time the doorbell jingled as a new customer entered. Wherever he was in the store, he would look over eagerly to check if it was you. But much to his dismay, you hadn’t been back for over a week. A couple of times, when he clocked on for his shift, he would check the records on the computer to see if you had returned the three films whilst he hadn’t been working, but they still showed as out for rental, meaning you hadn’t returned, and he hadn’t missed you. He’s kind of hoping you wait it out a few more days though, as the copy of your movie still hasn’t arrived. After some pathetic begging and pleading with head office, they agreed to send a copy out to the Hawkins store when Steve had convinced them it would absolutely get rented.
It’s a cold, October evening and the weather is atrocious. All day there had been steady ribbons of rain cascading from the sky and painting the pavement in a slick sheen. Steve and Robin sit as a couple of shoppers aimlessly float the aisles, munching on a bag of chips behind the counter. “Reckon we could close early?” Robin probes, hoping Steve will say yes, she eyes the keys in the pot underneath the counter.
Steve’s still holding out hope he will see you today, so, reluctantly, he refuses.
“Come on!” Robin whines, shoving another handful of broken chips into her mouth. “It’s a Friday night, almost Halloween, surely there’s better things we can be doing with our time.” Robin says through a mouthful of dry chips, yet to be chewed, and Steve looks over at her with slight feigned disgust.
“Be my guest and go, but I don’t fancy getting another warning letter from head office about us closing up early,” Steve holds his hands up in protest.
“Steve, that was one time,” Robin retorts, her embarrassment at the memory showing on her cheeks in a light pink flush.
“You closed the shop four hours early because Vickie was practising band at-” He stops mid-sentence as a figure appears in the doorway and the familiar jingle of the bell rings out. The sound of the rain pummelling the sidewalk enters the quiet ambience of the shop as you step through the door, removing your sodden hood when you’re in the warmth. As you turn around, you’re met with welcoming smiles from Robin and Steve. You return the gesture, trying to supress the butterflies erupting into a wild storm in your stomach, and elope into the familiar comfort of the aisles before you.
“Go on then, jackass,” Robin whispers, folding away the rest of the chips.
“No, not straight away. I’ll look too keen,” he hisses as he rummages around loose papers to make himself look remotely busy, Robin’s face is a picture of bewilderment as she shakes her head and sets off for the back office.
Fifteen minutes pass and Steve still hasn’t wandered over to you. He can see you, stealing glances over the top of the stands as you aimlessly look for another film. But it’s like someone has cemented his feet to the carpeted floor, he just doesn’t move.
You’re hoping that he’s just busy, that he wants to come over and chat with you again, but he’s staying put behind the desk and a disappointment nestles itself deep in the pit of your stomach you know it’ll be hard to shift. After reasoning with yourself for another five minutes, you make your way over to the counter and place the tapes for return on the top, letting him meander over to you from where he was resting by the computer. His heart sinks as he realises, he’s left it too late and now you’ll be leaving soon.
“Hey! Good to see you again,” he smiles broadly at you, not letting his internal beatings show on his beaming face. The first thing he notices however, is your shiny eyelids, caressed with deep, dark eyelashes that beautifully darken your lustrous eyes. He wonders if you’re made up for someone else, maybe for a date. Shake it off Steve and get on with it.
You push the tapes towards him and return his hello, “Just returning these.”
He peers at the tape you’re holding to your chest, “Poltergeist 2, huh?” He questions as he taps the return details into the computer with satisfying clicks. “You uh...” he taps the spacebar a couple of times before turning his head back to look at you, “you watching that alone or..?” His question trails off as he kicks himself for asking such an intrusive question.
Your brows knit together at his question, “Yeah, I mean, it’s almost Halloween so. I figured I’d watch something spooky.” Drumming a beat, your nails tap against the countertop almost impatiently, unbeknownst to you having just skipped over the biggest hint ever.
He purses his lips and nods tightly before turning back and reaching for the VHS tape you still hold close to your chest. “Oh, sorry,” you mumble as you pass him the tape. As you do so, your fingertips briefly linger over one another and your eyes meet instantaneously, your cheeks warming under his gaze before you avert your eyes elsewhere. The sounds of him tapping away at the keyboard fill the air shortly after and it fills the silence.
“I see why you like Jack Nicholson so much,” he starts, “rented a couple over the last week and I gotta say, he’s a pretty awesome dude.”
A slight laugh escapes your lips as you take the Poltergeist 2 from him and place it in your bag. “Right?!” Your words seep with enthusiasm and his heart gradually quickens as he hears the sing-song fill your voice. A warmth fills you like a whistling kettle at the thought of him going out of his way to watch movies with your favourite actor. Or, you could just be reaching here, and it doesn’t mean anything. “He’s just, so enthralling, you know? Anything he does I enjoy.”
He ponders this for a moment as his fingers glide over his chin repeatedly, “I wasn’t a fan of Missouri Breaks, but was a big fan of The Postman Always Rings Twice.”
Your eyebrows slowly sneak up at Steve, “Because of Jessica Lange?”
Slightly, hid head quirks to one side and, innocently, he says, “Who?”
“Never mind.” You dismiss the comment with a wave of your hand and tap the counter, ready to announce your departure.
He stretches his arm, rubbing the back of his head so his bicep flexes slightly and you have to use all your willpower not to stare at the muscles contracting so effortlessly under his skin. “You uh-” he starts, “you look nice.” He rests his hand now on the counter, close to your own. “Well, you looked nice the other week, I just mean tonight you look better than usual.” His eyes widen quickly, and he shoots his hands forward in defence. “Not that you didn’t look nice! I just mean tonight you look... tonight you look beautiful.”
You genuinely don’t know what to say. As cliche as it sounds, you’ve never been called beautiful by anyone before. Well, yeah, your grandma often peppers you with kisses and calls you her ‘beautiful ray of sunshine’, but not anyone like Steve. For a moment, you’re overwhelmed by the feeling you almost feel nervous, like you just want to get out of the situation. Not because you don’t appreciate the compliment, but because you’ve never been in this situation before and just genuinely don’t know how to act. In your chest, your heart hammers wildly and you fear it will leap out onto the counter between the pair of you. An intense heat pools across your cheeks, one which is entirely noticeable, and Steve immediately worries he’s overstepped some unspoken boundary between the two of you.
Before you wish to make it anymore awkward by your utter incompetence to receive compliments, you push back from the counter, smile awkwardly, and turn to leave. “Have a nice night, Steve,” is all you can muster before you reach the door to leave.
After you’ve left, the cemented feeling returns, and he does not shift from his spot behind the counter. Alone with his thoughts, he realised he must’ve said something to upset you, because the look on your face was like he’d just shared some deep, disgusting secret with you. But it was just a compliment? One that, albeit they are disingenuous, the girls love. But this one he meant it, this one he wanted to see the bashful look seep over your features, but it was quite the opposite.
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Steve’s pen hovers over the scrap of paper, he’s been staring at it for five minutes mulling over the right note to write for you. Your copy of Terms of Endearment arrived the other day and he’s itching to give it to you. He resumes his familiar position by the cash register, waiting for your familiar figure to come through the door and grace the shop with your presence. But there’s been a deep pit of anxiety forming in his stomach as his worries grow that he colossally fucked up the last time you were in.
After a few more minutes of mulling it over, he finally decides to write his number on the paper and underneath, written in his scrawl:
‘Because I know you’ll ask, yes. Yes, I did cry. Great recommendation. - Steve x’
He cringes slightly at himself, but then shrugs the thought off and pops open the case for the tape, lying the note on the top before snapping it back shut and placing it underneath the counter, ready for when you come back in.
A few days later, he misses the door opening and it’s you who approaches first. He’s stood with his back to you, sorting tapes and making notes on his clipboard on stock. Over the last week, you’ve been building yourself up to going in and seeing Steve. You kept looking at yourself in the mirror and telling yourself to take Steve’s compliment. Accept it, believe it, and believe he might feel something for you. You even talked to your mom about it, and she was thrilled, you could already see her picking out a wedding hat but you rolled your eyes anytime she asked anything else.
So, now as you walk over to him you tap him on the shoulder lightly and he turns, face solemn until he realises it’s you.
“y/n! Hey. It’s good to see you.” He smiles broadly and it reaches his eyes, a real genuine smile.
You return it sincerely and grip the tapes tighter to your chest, almost as a defence mechanism between the pair of you. “Yes, you too. It’s been a while.” You stand looking up at him, gazing more like, “you been busy?”
It only occurs to him now that this is really the first time you’ve made any effort to make small talk. “Busy? Uh, yeah. We have been actually; Halloween rush is over so we will probably be getting all the Christmas movies in soon.”
Your heart swells at the thought of Christmas movies.
“How about you? Get up to anything exciting over Halloween?” He hasn’t seemed to want to break away eye-contact since he laid eyes on you.
You shake your head and hold your arms up a little higher, “Hell no. I’ve come to get my next fix.”
He laughs slightly and places his clipboard under his arm, “Oh! Sure yeah, come on over and I’ll return those for you.”
You both make your way over to the counter and you place your returns on the top, sliding them along for Steve to process. He scans them swiftly back in and places them in a small pile to be placed back out on the shelves. Unbeknownst to Steve, you watch his hands as they work, flipping the covers open to ensure the tape has been returned, scribbling notes onto the sheet and then typing away onto the computer.
Once he’s finished his routine for returns, he faces you again with a smirk on his face, like a kid who’s walked into the best candy store around. Your stomach tightens and he clears his throat, “I have something for you.”
The knot in your stomach is pulled painfully tight, your stomach clenches and your heart leaps as he reaches under the counter and pulls out Terms of Endearment, sliding it along the counter for you. Your eyebrows raise with happiness and your eyes grow wide, “How did you- Where-?” You almost can’t believe the store finally has it in, you figured it’d come in on one of their recent deliveries.
“I rang head office, had to speak to them a couple times, but I asked if they’d send a copy out here.” He looks pleased with himself, and so he should. Nobody has ever done anything like that for you, yes it might have been easy to get a hold of, but still. He slides it further towards you, urging you to take it so you pick it up. As usual, you inspect the box and turn it over gently in your hands. He watches as you do so, seeing the routine so familiar it makes his heart swell. You are so precious. You go to hand it back to him and he frowns.
“For you to scan!” When you see his frown, your expression changes too and you tilt your head slightly.
“It’s yours. I don’t need to scan it, that’s your copy.” He states it matter of factly and instinctively your hand goes over your chest.
“My copy?” Your head stays tilted like a puppy trying to register a new sound.
He nods slowly and laughs a puff of air, “Yeah! Your copy. I knew you liked it, loved Jack Nicholson, and couldn’t get it anywhere so... yeah. You can keep it. Yours to enjoy at your leisure.”
Instinctively, you clench your hands around the box, overwhelmed with gratitude. “Oh Steve... That’s...” Your eyes lock together, and you will this not to be the last time, “that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” You pause, “I know it’s not that deep or whatever but yeah that’s just super thoughtful Steve, thank you.” You waggle the tape in between the two of you, eyes still boring into one another and his smile stretches across his face again, lighting up his eyes.
“I uh, I watched it too. Just to see what the hype was about, you know?” He quickly adds, “Oh and don’t worry, I wound the tape all the way back for you.”
You laugh slightly, “How thoughtful.” Where his hand is resting on the desk, you quickly take it in yours and give it a squeeze, you don’t know what came over you, the sudden rush of confidence, but you’ve finally broken the unspoken barrier between the pair of you. “Seriously Steve,” you start as you place your hand back over the box, “thank you so much.”
His cheeks bare a mild tinge of pink, from the sudden contact earlier, “You’re so welcome.” Realising you haven’t taken out a new film for you to return in future, his eyebrows knit together. “Will I see you again?”
“Of course you will, I’ll be back soon for my next fix of cinema, and you best have more box office favourites to recommend for me.”
Another laugh escapes his lips and he bows his head slightly, “Damn... Still not letting me live that down?”
You shake your head as you push back from the counter and head back for the door, “Hell no.” You give him a small wave as you reach the exit, “See you soon.”
He lifts his hand and returns your wave, smiling softly as you disappear back out into the bright daylight. Now, he just has to wait and see if you call...
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Later that night, Steve’s phone in his bedroom rings with a metallic shrill and he jumps out of his skin. Lurching forward, he dives at the phone and yanks it from the stand, “Hello?”
On the other end of the phone, you’re taken aback by the utter speed at which he answered, but in a way, it makes your stomach tense in adoration. “Hey, Steve? It’s (y/n), from the video store.”
Although he’s been keeping himself within reach of his phone since he returned from work, he’s kind of surprised you’ve rang. He smiles at the fact you felt you needed to clarify where he knew you from, as if the pure sound of your voice wouldn’t be enough. “Hey.” He starts softly, “I’m glad you called.”
You sit and wrap the cord so tightly around your fingers you can feel the tip of your finger throb, “Yeah I,” your voice comes out slightly horse, so you quickly clear your throat, “I wanted to straight away, when I saw your note. Which was cute, by the way.” Your cheeks redden at the admission.
“Cute, huh?” He toys back with you, and he crosses his leg over to stop his knee from bouncing wildly with nerves. You’re both a pile of nerves, it’s almost laughable. “So have you watched your new film yet?”
“No, that’s why I was calling actually I-”
He frowns, assuming the worst, and cuts you off accidentally, “Ah shit is there something wrong with it? Have I fucked the tape up?”
You pause for a moment, frowning slightly and unravelling the cord before you lose all feeling in your finger, “Oh, no no no. No, not at all. I haven’t actually watched it yet I was wondering if, if maybe you wanted to come and watch it with me?” Silence. He’s stunned that you’ve taken the leap and asked, he was convinced he was going to be the one to ask to make plans. You take his silence as polite rejection, imagining him pondering some lame excuse. “Never mind I knew it was stupid to ask, I’m sorry if I was too forward or whatever I’ve-”
This time he cuts you off before you spiral even more into territory where you simply don’t need to go, “No, hey, hey.” He cuts you off gently, “I would love to.”
“Really?” Your shock rings through the receiver.
“Really.” He confirms, relaxing back into his chair, suddenly feeling a rush of warmth overcome him.
You sigh audibly and it ruffles through into Steve’s ear, he smiles gently at just how precious you are. “My mom is in though, don’t worry. I don’t wanna give off the wrong impression.”
“Hey, (y/n), you could never. Where abouts will I find your humble abode then?”
A rush of giddiness flies through you and you physically shudder as if a bolt of electricity has just been pulsed through your spine. You relay your address to Steve, giving him some minor directions around town and he hums in recognition. He recognised the street name as the one behind Mike’s, so at least he already knows where to go, sort of.
“I’ll leave the porch light on for you?” Your intonation peaks like you’re posing a question. “And I’ll keep an eye out for your car, too.” Because you know from the moment you hang up, you’re going to be sat watching the window in anticipation for him arriving.
“Awesome, yeah. Awesome,” Here he is, back to repeating singular words. Hey, at least these ones were two syllables. “Am I good to come around now?”
You nod enthusiastically, “Of course! Yeah, that’s totally fine.”
Again, he smiles to himself and gets ready to wrap the conversation up so he can see you quicker. “Awesome.” Again? Seriously? “Looking forward to seeing you soon, (y/n).”
The sound of his voice, confident but caring and gentle, fills your ear and you can’t believe you made the move. Well, technically he made the move by leaving his phone number in the box, but you’ve made the plans.
“Me too, Steve. Drive safe!” You add before placing the telephone gently down against the stand. For a few seconds, you stare at the phone as if it’s an otherworldly item, come from outer space and you’re trying to figure out how it works. But really, you’re just replaying the conversation over again, making yourself believe what’s happening. You feel happy, overwhelmed, slightly nervous but excited all at the same time, you almost feel like you need to splash your face with freezing water to wake yourself up. But you’re awake, you haven’t dreamt it and Steve will be here soon to enjoy being in your presence. Because he likes you and he wants to spend time with you, because you were yourself, and he’s started to fall hard and fast. Not that you know that yet, of course.
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