that scene from bolt (2003? 2005?) where mittens teaches him how to do puppy eyes but it's steve and robin except it became steddie:
"What are you talking about, of course i know how to pout!"
"No, Robin, because you pouting is you trying to shove your lip as far as you can shove your tongue out, which is kinda weirdly far."
"I made a record, I stand by that"
"I do too, it was cool - but the point is you don't make use of the most important factor - your fucking eyes, dingus."
"Okay hotshot, maybe you used to have charm or whatever but this is the real world and -"
"Hello foes, friends and reluctant allies!" Eddie bursts in through the door, thank god there's no moms in the store to gasp like him being alive is a scandal. Robin doesn't know how much more "he's not to be trusted, you know" she can take this week. "What say you on this glorious day of sunny tides and cloudless skies?"
"How do you have so much energy," Robin groans because it's been two hours of being at work and that's five hours too many. "And why are you shoving it in our faces."
"Fear not, good lady Buckley," Eddie dumps a very noisy bag onto the counter and bows in his classic-Eddie-way. God, why does Steve like this guy, what is his thing with nerds? "I have brought rewards and sweets abound for your tortorous job sentencing."
"Oh my god," Steve slaps her arm and immediately goes rummaging through the bag like the rude little man he is. "Fuck yes!"
"Ahem," Eddie coughs pointedly, freezing Steve in his tracks. He raises an eyebrow as Steve slowly his hand out of the bag without breaking eye contact. "You're welcome?"
"Thank you, Eddie," Robin rolls her eyes and immediately shoves Steve aside - "Hey!" - to zero in on finding a pushpop, which she does, because she's a genius. "Aha, got it!"
"No fair!" Steve whines, shoving at her weakly after she "I wanted that one."
"There's another in the bag," Robin shoves back because tit for tat, fucker. Doesn't matter who started it unless Steve started it.
"Sorry, Steve-O," Eddie snatches the bag off the counter and picks out the pushpop with an evil grin. "But that one's mine."
"Aw, come on!" Steve slumps his shoulders but his eyes light up when he glances at Robin, so she settles in her lean on the counter because that's a signal, that's Steve's signal for "watch my back, look at me" and damn if she won't.
Steve's shoulder slump down even more as he leans over the counter, head tilted to one side and upwards to look up at Eddie. His eyes do something, go big under a semi-wrinkled brow, while he purses his lips just a bit and stares up. "Please, Eds?"
"Uh," Eddie, on the flip side, is staring down at Steve with big eyes too but these are wider and flit around Steve's face, and his brow goes high up while his jaw drops down low. "Um?"
"Can I have the last pop, Eds?" Steve leans not even an inch closer but Eddie blinks down at him like he's the fucking messiah, holy shit, it's working. "Please?"
Eddie swallows, interesting, and nods dumbly. He doesn't even seem to realize that he's handing over the pop before it's gone and blinks at his empty hand.
"Thanks, Eddie!" Steve stands up properly now and smiles around the pop in his mouth.
Eddie blinks again, once at his hand, once at Steve and once at Robin.
"Holy shit," Robin slaps and shakes Steve's arm because he's too busy grinning at Eddie to look at her. "You gotta teach me that."
"Told you," he says smugly, grinning wider when they both realize Eddie is staring at his now crossed arms. Holy shit, it works. "Ready for the first lesson, padawan?"
Eddie snaps his head up and just outright stares at Steve, jaw still agape and face still flushed. "Did you just say padawan?"
"What does the first lesson entail, Stevie?" Robin continues the bit as though Eddie said nothing.
"Find a goal," Steve smirks, reaching over the counter to trail a hand down Eddie's arm. "Eddie's mine."
He squeaks. He fucking squeaks. Robin is delighted, this is a gold mine of blackmail and bribery.
"And then pinpoint exactly what you want from the goal," Steve instructs before turning to Eddie with a smile. "Something like you, over at my place tonight? Maybe at seven, watch a movie or two together?"
"Is - are you serious?" Eddie gulps, eyes flitting between the pair of them. "Are you - asking me out?"
"One hundred percent, Eds," Steve reassures him. "Been wanting to ask you out for a while."
"Oh," Eddie blinks, his slow nod getting faster and faster. "Yes, yeah. Movie date tonight, your place. I'll pick the movies?"
"Sounds good," Steve says sweetly, and waves a giggly bye as Eddie launches towards the dinky corner of the store where they keep the best of the horror flicks.
"Alright, that was pretty smooth," Robin admits. "Think it'll work on Joyce so I don't have to do the dishes on Friday?"
Steve shakes his head with a laugh and nudges her. "Nothing's getting you out of dish duty rotation."
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Don't Take Candy from Strangers
When Sam emerged from his month-long daze after watching Dean die bloody, he was sitting in a club chair in an ugly motel room, freshly scrubbed, dressed in new clothes he didn’t know the origin of, and Ruby was standing in front of him with an unreadable expression. Sam had let her manhandle him in and out of the shower; let her clothe him, feed him, and water him like he was a child; let her take charge, like she was his brother.
Ruby offered Sam her arm like she was handing a child a piece of candy. And Sam took it and levered himself up on his wobbly legs, grateful for the support. And like a child, he looked to Ruby—demon, savior, friend—to lead him where he needed to go.
For Wincest Wednesdays October 4, "Demonic / Treats" @wincestwednesdays
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