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pink-princess-pussy-pop · 2 years

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Welcome to Family Video

In which Fem Reader flirts with Steve and he is an idiot and doesn’t realize so Robin basically un-dingus-es him lol

Warnings: Language maybe? Steve being stupid. I think that’s it.

AN: If you have an idea, leave it below:)

You took a deep breath as you straightened out your light blue, pleated skirt, something you’d bought specifically to impress Steve The Hair Harrington. You started to second guess your outfit choice, glancing at your bright pink blouse in the window of Family Video. Your hair was curled and pulled back with a floral headband and you had done your makeup to perfection. Like you had been doing for the past three months, but alas, Steve was oblivious to your attraction. You pushed the door to the store open, the bell jingling above you.

“Welcome to Family Video.” Your eyes shot to the counter where Robin, Steve’s best friend, was working, a smirk on her face.

Although Steve was an absolute idiot that had no idea about your feelings toward him, Robin caught on pretty quickly. You had been Family Video’s #1 customer for the past month and a half, only coming when Steve was working.

“Hi.” You tried to play off the disappointment you felt with Steve not being there. “I was wondering if Back to the Future was back yet? My little brother has been dying to rewatch it.” You placed your arms on the counter, offering Robin an inconspicuous smile.

Robin let out a small laugh.

“Yeah, it was returned about an hour ago.” Robin crouched down and grabbed the VHS. “The register has been weird, lemme run to the back and just grab the key. Mine hasn’t been working.” You smile and nod, hoping the blush of your embarrassment isn’t noticeable.

Robin pushes the door to the break room open, where Steve has been studying on his lunch break.

“Yo dingus. I have to go to the bathroom. Can you cover the front for a sec?” Steve sighs before closing his textbook and going to the front of the store.

You were looking at the new releases and didn’t see Steve appear at the counter.

“Can I help you?” His voice alone made your cheeks flush and your heart skip a beat. You turned around, flashing a smile at the most handsome man in Hawkins.

“I’d like to rent Back to the Future, please.” You walked back to the counter, the blush still remaining on your cheeks. His eyes were wide.

“No problem.” Was all he managed to get out.

Unbeknownst to you, Steve got nervous every time you came into the store. He had always thought you were beautiful from the first time he had seen you in Algebra but you were smart and he didn’t consider himself good enough for you. His school crush had just recently turned into a full-blown fantasy ever since you started coming to the store. He spent his shifts hoping you’d walk in. He always looked forward to seeing what you’d wear that day. He thought you were the most beautiful girl in Hawkins, Indiana. But today? Jesus. You looked stunning. Your blue skirt was all that occupied his mind. He hadn’t seen you in a skirt in months. Winter had just ended in Hawkins and it was finally nice enough for shorts and skirts and Steve had never been more appreciative. You looked beautiful. He had to force himself to look away from your legs and to the register to ring you up.

“How are you?” Your voice broke the brief, but very awkward silence.

“I’m uh, I’m just fine. Studying for the SAT’s. Trying to get into a good college. Ya know.” You knew that Steve’s family situation wasn’t the best and he hadn’t gone to school so he could work for the year. You admired him for putting off what he wanted to support himself.

He finally met your eyes and he smiled at you while handing you a bag with the VHS.

“Uh, don’t I need to pay?” You giggled, grabbing at your purse. Steve was quick to stop you.

“No, no. This one’s on me. You come here like, all the time so I figured it was about time to give our best customer a discount.” He grinned and it made your heart soar. You waited a bit to see if he would say anything else about your frequent visits to his workplace but he didn’t. You returned his smile and laughed, again.

“Well thank you Mr. Harrington. I’ll be sure to tell everyone in town that Steven Harrington is the best worker Family Video has.” He licks his lips and you are almost certain you can see him blush.

“Have a good day Y/N. See you next time.” He turns to leave the counter and goes into the back. You watch him go, your heart deflating just a bit. At this point you thought he’d never get the hint. You were getting to the point of just telling him and then just bolting from the FV, never intending on seeing him again, but you knew that would never happen.

Steve had walked into the back, groaning. He would never be able to tell you how he felt. Robin was lounging on a chair.

“Sooooo? Did you ask her out? She’s only been in love with you since Junior year.” Steve stopped in his tracks.

“What?” His heart momentarily stopped beating.

“Oh my good God. Steve. Go tell her how you feel or I swear to God the next time she rents Rocky I will.”

Steve turned and rushed out the door.

You walked to the exit and the bell rang as you opened the door. You had barely made it to your car when you heard Steve calling your name. You stopped abruptly, your heart pounding. You turned. He was right there. Just a few feet in front of you. You could smell the faint scent of hairspray and cinnamon. Him. He was staring at you, his mouth slightly open, like he was stopping himself from speaking.

“Yeah?” You look into his eyes. Can he hear your heart? It is pounding so hard you are sure he can.

“Listen, please don’t laugh at me if I am totally reading into this the wrong way. Just tell me to fuck off and I won’t ever speak to you again but uh,” He licked his lips again and ran his hands through his perfect hair, refusing to look at you. “I don’t know, I just feel like I see you everywhere and maybe it just like, uh, a coincidence, but maybe, oh my God this is so stupid to say out loud.” He finally meets your eyes and his cheeks are flushed and you are sure yours are too. Is Steve Harrington trying to ask you out? “I like you. A lot. Fuck. I just feel like the universe keeps putting us in the same places and fuck this sounds so fucking stupid.” His hands are back in his hair. “You know what?” He drops them to his sides. “Just forget I said anything.” Steve turns around to go back inside.

“Steve.” You reach out to grab his arm, your skin touching his. Your heart hammers. “You really think the universe keeps making me come to Family Video? I come to see you. I’ve checked Rocky out too many times for one person.” Your face is bright red and Steve turns around, his eyes wide.

“You come to see me?” He slaps his free hand over his face. “Shit, I just thought you liked movies.”

You smile sheepishly.

“I do. I just like you more...” You look at him, the shin-eating grin on his face makes you giggle. You realize you are still grabbing his arm and drop it. He frowns at the loss of contact and reaches for your hand.

“I like you too.”

“You already said that, Stevie.”

His blush increases as he brings his hands to your face.

“Y/N, can I kiss you, please?” He is much closer now. Clouding your vision, your senses. He is so gentle with you, not wanting to fuck up what you’ve both wanted for months.

“I’d be upset if you didn’t.” Steve smiles and leans down to kiss you. His lips connected to yours is everything you’d dreamed it would be. He kisses you perfectly. His hands on your face, his thumbs gently rubbing your cheeks.

“Fucking finally.” You break away from each other at the sound of Robin’s voice. “I’ve only been watching you eye-fuck each other for the past 5 months.” You blush and bury your head into Steve’s chest.

“Fuck off Robin.” She laughs heartily. “I’ll take the rest of your shift lover-boy. Go actually fuck each other.”

You both laugh.

“Thanks Buckley.” She flips him off and goes back inside. He grins at you again, a sight you are positive you’ll never get tired of.

“Let’s get out of here.” You grin back and let him lead the way. Steve Harrington had captured your heart and had no intention of giving it back, but of course, you had no complaints about that.

AN: Ah. Idk what i did here lol. please leave requests bc i legitimately pulled this out of my ass.

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little-annie · 1 year

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Closets & Dill Pickle Chips [1/2]

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Bi- Panic

Tonight was Eddie's return to the stage and Steve was proud and excited and couldn't wait to show off his friend. He'd brought a date, some girl from high school he hardly remembers. She's pretty, sweet and he didn't quite want to show up to Eddie's gig alone, because that'd be weird. Right?

So he sat with his arm around the woman's waist and at the moment couldn't even remember her name as he took in the show. Eddie was killing it, he looked like a real rockstar, crop top, leather pants and a magnetism to his performance. It proved difficult to look away and if the energy of the bar and the music got Steve going, well, he didn't mind and apparently his date didn't either. Her dainty fingers lingered on his thigh, venturing higher and higher until she squeezed and whispered something in his ear. Something that was drowned out by the sound of Eddie's voice coming through the speakers as back up vocals, low and raspy. But Steve's gut twisted with excitement so he must have heard what she said. Right?

As the show came to a close, Eddie came to their table to thank Steve for coming to support them. A strong hand resting on his shoulder the whole time, gently squeezing. Steve couldn't pull his eyes from Eddie's. They were lined with kohl and nearly hypnotising as he looked into them and noticed the varying colours dancing within their iris'. Chestnut, oak, amber. They were quite beautiful. The world seemed to blur around them as Eddie spoke and smiled like sunshine.

"I'll see around Stevie, thanks again for coming out tonight and bringing your lady." Eddie's grip shifted, moving further up to Steve's neck where he gently held, fingers hardly breaching into the line of baby hairs at his nape, a calloused thumb rubbed once and their eyes never once left each other. If anything Steve's eyes darted to Eddie's lips and he felt the need to get closer. "I'll let you get back to your date. Night, Harrington."

Why'd he feel so breathless

"Night, Eddie." Steve quietly spoke, fighting the need to follow the man's touch as he pulled his hand away

His date said something, her quiet voice lost to the sound of Steve's thoughts and the image of Eddie's lips that so suddenly burned into his brain for the whole half a second he took them in.

Steve knew what he wanted and it made his stomach twist, his brow sweat and his sanity slightly crumble. He wanted a kiss. He wanted a kiss so goddamn bad he felt his lungs may give without. He wanted to know what Eddie's lips felt like on his. What his breath tasted like mixed with his own. How their lips would move together. How Eddie would hold him. If he'd pull him in by the waist or if he'd cradle a cheek in his guitar string bitten hand. How the calluses Steve knew he had would feel against the soft skin of his jaw.

Steve wanted to know all of it

Everything down to the damn pulse of the man's heart beating through kiss bitter lips.

But what the fuck? He's here. He's here on a date with a beautiful woman and he's thinking about Eddie? He's just horny that's it, he needs to leave and get his date home and things will be fine.

Steve Harrington doesn't kiss men.

Steve Harrington doesn't kiss Eddie Munson.

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Few words were exchanged over one last glass of whiskey before Steve and … he still couldn't remember her name, made their way back to her place.

Out of desperation to shut up his groaning mind, a mind that kept comparing this woman's features to that of a friend; Steve walked the nameless woman backwards with aching lips to her bedroom. Not bothering to kick the door shut behind them, they carried on with their evening. A sweaty, meaningless evening that honestly seemed to last too long for Steve's liking. The dark eyes meeting his, the auburn curls tangling in his fingers, it was too much and it was doing quite the opposite of what he wanted. As those curls wrapped around his fingers and hot gasping breaths poured over his lips, he couldn't shake the thought of Eddie and how he wished it was him tangled in his grasp.

Fuck

The second things were over, Steve grabbed his clothes and stormed out. He didn't know where he was going, he just knew it was somewhere. Crazy probably being the most likely destination.

It wasn't a far walk but exhaustion had gotten the best of him and he found himself perched on a park bench. Head held in his hands, he willed his stinging tears to stay at bay. He let the chill of the evening air wash over, encase him in an icy embrace and allow his heartbeat to settle and his mind to clear.

He didn't know why he was reacting the way he was. Maybe he was just confused, scared, maybe he just really fucking needed to talk to Robin, but he didn't even know what to say.

I wanna kiss Eddie, I wanna feel the pressure of his body wrapped around mine, I wanna feel his calloused fingers pulling at my skin?

Fuck that

It's not like he could even let Robin know it's Eddie he was thinking about. Right?

But he sat there anyway, contemplating the words that'd most likely spew from his mouth the second he saw his girl.

—

Steve wasn't fine.

The moment the door clicked shut behind him, he slumped against it. Pulling his knees to his chest, dropping his head to his lap, Steve wrapped his arms around his shins. Squeezing tight and still trying to will the tears to stay at bay because 'men don't cry Steven.''

He shook. His breath grew erratic and soon unmanageable. Jesus Christ, he'd never felt more sick in his life but as he pulled himself from the floor, wobbly knees and blurred vision, he made the trip to the bathroom with great difficulty.

Knee caps crashing into the cold tile floor, Steve clung to the porcelain bowl. Dry heaving until his stomach hurt, he curled into a shaky ball on the bathroom floor.

As the cold tile against his cheek dulled his mounting headache, it did nothing to steady his breath. Every shallow inhale burned and forced his eyes to water. He was alone, suffering through whatever this was alone because he had no one. He had no one to hold him, no one to kiss him, no one to sing to him… to sing to him the way Eddie does.

Because he does, because he's so fucking sweet and anytime they spend together it's domestic bliss. Steve cooks, Eddie sings to Fleetwood Mac of all things and spins around the kitchen haphazardly with a bowl full of something that eventually splashes onto the floor. Because when Steve wakes up from a nightmare, shaking and scared, traumatised from the flashing images of razor sharp teeth and leathery wings, he calls Eddie. The only person who fully understands and Eddie will hold him without question. Sing him to sleep and, Steve knows, he knows for a goddamn fact that Eddie has kissed the top of his head to help comfort him and it always does.

It always does.

But it can't be Eddie, it's not allowed to be Eddie.

After what felt like an eternity of burning lungs and panicked breaths Steve's mind eventually calms. Or maybe it just went numb to save itself.

Now he's sat on the floor of the bathtub, arms wrapped around his shins, cheek pressed to his knees and scalding hot water raining down on him and he eventually comes to. His vision cleared and the fog in his mind dissipated enough to realise he'd been staring at the same bottle of shampoo on the ledge of the tub for so long that his body was stiff in its position and his fingertips had shrivelled under the constant exposure to water.

He was just lonely. That's it. That's something he could drink to, right?

—

Ring.

Ri-

"Hello?"

"Rob"

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Dill Pickle Chips

Steve spent the last week avoiding Eddie like the plague and honestly, it hurt so goddamn bad. He missed him. He missed him like he missed air when a Demmobat had its tail wrapped around his neck. Missed him like he missed the sun on his skin after staying in the hospital for weeks on end. Missed him during those nights where he knew the only thing that could comfort him was Eddie's arms around him and his lips pressed to the top of his head. Missed him although he was something he never had, not really anyway. They were good friends, joked around, got high together, did stupid shit and cared about each other but the realisation of last week hit Steve like a brick wall, and now, well, he didn't know if he could look at Eddie without thinking about him in that way.

Without wanting him.

Within the last week Steve had come to the realisation that he's not just lonely. He filled his days and nights with women and not one of them filled the empty feeling in his chest he knew that the other man could. It was a startling realisation to come to, but he eventually did. He's okay. Kinda. He's getting there at least. He needed to talk to Robin though and that was his plan for tonight.

Well maybe.

He just needed to wrap his mind around this. Wrap his mind around Eddie. Wrap his mind around everything. All with the help of Robin.

Letting Eddie's name escape his lips in the dirtiest of whispers far too many times since his realisation, Steve eventually found himself in a cold shower, trying to wash away his sins before he got ready to head over to Robin's for night.

Maybe spending time with his emotional support lesbian could get his mind off of things.

Things being Eddie Munson.

Though that didn’t fare well.

To her credit Robin hadn't the slightest clue (to Steve's knowledge) about his recently somewhat accepted attraction. So, she supposedly hadn't the slightest clue as to why Steve's cheeks aggressively sprung to crimson when he stepped into her apartment and saw none other than the object of his attraction splayed out on the couch.

Hair wild and wispy, coffee coloured bloodshot eyes sleepy, Eddie was truly nothing less than a liquid form on the thrifted orange and blue sofa. Legs hanging over the back of the furniture, arms lazily falling around his upside down head. He looked as if someone had poured him out of a glass and he chose to remain how he spilled out. Haphazardly and with part of his midsection peaking out just enough to get Steve's blood flowing a little faster.

"Stevie," Eddie smiled, voice raspier than usual, quite literally tumbling onto the floor to spring up and make his way over to Steve before pulling him into a strong embrace. Carding his fingers through Steve's hair and unavoidably making Steve's night that much more difficult; Eddie was high off his ass and when Eddie was high, he was touchier than usual and the usual was already a lot.

Steve, already half hard from his earlier 'activities' shivered as Eddie's fingers gripped his hair and pulled him back into view to witness a devilish smirk and the way the man's lips lazily moved as he continued to speak, "Looking as beautiful as ever." Eddie whispered, breath ghosting over Steve's lips.

And maybe if Steve was sane, not lingering in the bliss of his previous release from mere hours ago, he wouldn't have whined from the sensation alone. He also probably wouldn't have caught onto the way he swears he felt Eddie's dick twitch against his hip as he bit his lip trying to silence the sound that had unfortunately escaped his lips.

Tonight was going to be hard and unfortunately for Steve, in more ways than one.

Robin had stood there with a knowing look on her face before she pulled a stoned Eddie back to the couch and threw a bag of chips at him to hopefully distract his wandering hands. Much to Steve's disappointment.

Steve wasn't planning on this this evening. The object of his attraction hazed out, giggling to himself about God knows what while he continued to melt into the couch while simultaneously working his way closer to Steve. Because of course the only other seat available was next to Eddie. Of course.

Robin none the wiser (or so Steve thought), he couldn't blame her. She hadn't the slightest clue what was going on inside his head and for the time being he didn't know if he was 100% sure on telling her just yet. So in an effort to remain casual, he had to play the role of everyone's straight friend. Even though that was something he was quickly realising he wasn't.

So he sat there, allowing Eddie to inevitably melt into him while he continued to giggle to himself forcing Steve's heart to swell from the sweet sound alone. Watching some God awful European movie Robin 'liberated' from Family Video, Steve allowed his mind to wander and maybe his eyes as well.

Both, fortunate or not, focused on Eddie. Legs hanging over the armrest, head resting on Steve's thigh, he picked at the pile of chips he'd deposited on his chest. Dill Pickle, because they were Eddie's favourite– and no, Steve didn't remember that, nor did he keep a bag stocked at his place and Robins just in case.

Oblivious to Robin's curious gaze, Steve's eyes hardly left the features of the man before him. Yes, having Eddie's head so close to his dick could prove to be a problem, but with all the willpower he could summon, Steve opted for admiring the arch of Eddie's nose and wrinkle of the pale skin around his eyes as he continued to occasionally giggle about nothing. Because that's wasn't fucking adorable.

Stoned Eddie was nearly comparable to Kryptonite for Steve, only second to an on stage, sweaty in a crop top Eddie that unknowingly served as Steve's Bi- awakening. But this form sparked something different. Steve didn't feel the intense need to go home and continue his earlier 'activities ' No, this form caused his cheeks to warm and his heart to twist. He felt warm and fuzzy and so goddamn happy. This wasn't just attraction, it was something much more and truthfully that scared Steve more than anything.

Gay, Bi-Sexual, whatever he was, he could handle that, hardly, but he could, he's growing to accept that. Maybe. But love? No, no, love's too much and way too soon. Like? He could hardly lie to himself and settle on that because the idea of having his heart ripped from his chest was currently too much to bear. That was a feeling he'd have to shove down.

Maybe he could let himself drown in it, just for this evening. He could allow himself that. Right?

Hardly realising he was mid spiral, Steve's attention was pulled back to reality by a gentle tap to his bottom lip. Brows pinched, he minutely flinched from the touch before his eyes focused on Eddie looking up at him from his lap. Those deep pools of coffee and amber looking back at him with a goofy grin.

"Chip?" Eddie quietly suggests, tapping a Dill Pickle chip to Steve's bottom lip again, because of course Eddie was feeding him. Goddammit.

Okay, so maybe Steve hadn't confessed anything to Robin that night like he'd originally planned, but it was the first time she'd witnessed Steve's predicament. A straight man doesn't stare so lovingly at his friend and unknowingly comb his fingers through said friend's hair while neglecting to watch a movie. The look of adoration was so vividly painted across Steve's face, Robin hoped he realised what he was feeling, because it looked like something powerful, pure and beautiful.

Bi- Schedule

After a week of avoiding Eddie like the plague, sleeping with a sickly amount of women, coming to the acceptance that, yeah, he might just have a thing for one of his best friends and falling asleep on Robin's fire escape with the man while smoking a joint and carding his fingers through Eddie's curls; Steve found himself back at the Hideout again.

Jonathan of all people convinced him to go out. Apparently a little "Guys Night" while he and Argyle were back in town from Cali.

Never in a million years would Steve have thought he was going to have a guy's night with Jonathan Buyers and a stoner named Argyle wearing every colour of the rainbow who had hair down to his ass. But here he was, squished around a small table in front of a stage, waiting for Corroded Coffin to play.

And dear lord did they play. The bar was full, word getting around that a suspected Murderer/ Cultist/ Satanist was playing in a metal band at the Hideout was apparently very good for business. Who would have thought. So, Corroded played their hearts out, the band was on fire and Christ, Eddie was magnetic. Women rushed the front of the stage just to be close to the man and if it wasn't for the little amount of self control he had, Steve would've too.

Earthen eyes lined with Kohl. Chocolatey curls frizzy and bold, gathering in the streams of sweat running down Eddie's neck and clinging to his shoulders. Leather pants that were illegally tight leaving nothing to the imagination. Steve's surprised he didn't pass out when the man tore his shirt off in the few spare seconds of a drum solo.

He knows he looked like a dope. His beer had long gone warm as it sat in his grasp and he stared in awe at the man before him. Sweaty torso, a pierced nipple and the newest addition to Eddie's ink; Steve could hardly keep his jaw from dropping let alone his dick from stiffening. Shifting uncomfortably in his chair, willing the ever growing mass in his jeans to dissipate, Steve continued to stare. His eyes mapping out Eddie's newest tattoo. It mimicked the lightning of the Upside Down, cascading between scars and splaying the vast canvas of Eddie's etched torso and side. It was hypnotic to see, let alone watch as Eddie ground his hips against his guitar while he played.

What Steve would give to be that guitar

"Hey man, you alright?"

Oh shit, he's here with other people, that's right

Throwing back the rest of his beer (all of it) Steve turned to meet Jonathan's concerned expression

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, just uh-" remembering the severity of his erection, Steve shifted to sit with his legs crossed, no matter how painful, "-just tired, is all."

"Oh dude, sorry, we can get going if you want."

Well he doesn't want that. If anything he wants to stay later to witness Eddie in all of his post show glory and glow, "Nah, it's alright, it'll do me good to have guys night out."

So that's what they did. After the show they made their way back to the bar lining up a round of shots to do with the band. They waited for the other guys while they chatted about nothing in particular.

As weird as it may be, Steve could smell him before he could see him. Eddie's pine and tobacco scented cologne wafted into his lungs like the welcome breeze of spring's first rain and dear lord did it do something to him. The smell of the man's sweat and cologne made Steve's knees nearly buckle.

He was in deep.

"Harrington!" Eddie bellowed pulling Steve into a sweaty side hug that made his skin burn with need, "You made it man,-" Eddie squeezing his waist Steve had to fight off the groan that clawed at his throat, "- I missed you at last week's show."

Steve just smiled trying not to think about last week and the journey that'd been. Sexuality crisis and all. Reaching for two shot glasses, Steve moved to hand one to Eddie while he complimented the man on his performance.

"Thanks Stevie," Eddie winked, flinging his hair back to pull it into a low knot, leaving his sweat stained skin glistening in the bar light, on display for Steve to drool over. It was then that Steve noticed Eddie was still shirtless, and he couldn't help but let his eyes wander. His surprisingly toned figure, fucking nipple ring and that goddamn tattoo. Steve wanted to touch him, wanted to bite him, wanted to lick the sweat and tattoos from his skin. Fuck.

"Steve- " Eddie whispered, gently tapping the man's nose with his finger, "- I'll take my shot now Sweetheart."

Trying to not combust from the nickname alone, Steve handed Eddie the ounce of liquor, fingers brushing in the process sending a shiver up his arm.

The men did shot, after shot, after shot, ending the evening with rosy cheeks, blurry eyes and loose lips. Steve, way too many times to be platonic telling Eddie how pretty he was or how beautiful his eyes were. Many times did Steve find himself leant against Eddie, arms around the man's bare waist as he leaned his head either into Eddie's neck or chest, grumbling about how he felt he was going to be sick.

"You're alright Stevie," Eddie would whisper, rubbing Steve's back or carding his fingers through the man's hair soliciting a hardly audible groan, "I'll call you a cab okay. You going home or to Robin's?"

"Yours" Steve grumbled, burrowing into Eddie's neck further, hardly resisting the urge to bite or lick the man and maybe if he rubbed his lips against Eddie's skin and licked the salt from his lips, that's his secret to keep

"I don't think that's a good idea,-" Eddie quietly spoke, pulling Steve back to look into his eyes, gently holding a hand to his cheek and rubbing a thumb over Steve's flushed skin, "- I'll send you to Rob's, okay?"

Steve nodded, however minutely and hung onto Eddie as the man walked to the bar and called for a cab. It arrived shortly after and Steve found himself being carefully helped into the vehicle and buckled in. He may or may not have taken a not so subtle inhale of Eddie's cologne one last time before the man clicked his buckle into place and placed a gentle hand on his cheek again.

Steadying himself with a hand resting on the roof of the cab, Eddie spoke, "You get to Robin's safe, okay? If I don't hear from you tomorrow Steve Harrington, believe me I will show up on your doorstep to make sure you're alive and well. Got it?"

Steve nodded, drunken eyes getting lost in all that is Eddie Munson

Thumb brushing Steve's cheek again, Eddie spoke quietly, "I need to hear you say it Sweetheart."

"Yes, Eddie." Steve whispered, turning his face ever so slightly to the side to press a kiss to Eddie's wrist

And maybe, he meant nothing by it, but the way Eddie blushed and whispered, "Good Boy," sent a pulse of electricity through Steve's body, settling happily in his core.

–

2 a.m., nose red, lips numb, vision slightly blurry and mind racing with one burning topic, Steve stumbled into the quiet apartment he called home (well his second home- Robin's apartment.) Falling back against the door and literally yelling for his best friend who slept less than twenty feet away, Steve's head began to spin and he loudly repeated, "ROBIN!"

Bright lights suddenly burned his eyes and he groaned in protest as he slumped to the floor. Drunken knees giving out under his weight with a dull thump of his ass hitting the hardwood. Eyes shielded, Steve tucked his head into his knees with another groan, only this one was followed with a hiccup.

The padding of fuzzy socked feet against hardwood thumped down the hall and soon stopped at the threshold of the small entryway.

Hands on hips, hair messy and a white t-shirt nearly to the knees stood Robin Buckley. Who, truthfully looked a little less than pleased, "Are you drunk?"

Steve shook his head, which was a very obvious mistake when the room began to spin even faster and his stomach twisted resulting in another groan

"You're drunk. Great. And at 2a.m. Nice. -'' but it's not like she could stay mad as the man on the ground in front of her groaned like a wounded animal. Hands falling to her sides in defeat, Robin let out a rather dramatic sigh and moved to settle her hands on Steve's shaky shoulders, "-Come on big guy. We going to the bathroom to throw up or am I taking you straight to bed?"

"Your bed." He grumbled against his knees (Because of course Steve had his own room at Robin's but hardly used it, opting to normally gossip with his best friend until they passed out)

"No, I'm not having you puke on me in my sleep. Now come on." If that happened maybe she could stay mad for more than a few seconds

"Needs to talk Robbie."

"Steve, you're in no shape to talk, come on."

"No." He pouted

"I'm not going to argue with you."

And like a stubborn four year old he continued to persist, "No."

"Christ,-" Robin squeezed her eyes shut in frustration, "-you know, as much as I want to leave you here to choke on your own vomit, I can't do that. Get your ass up."

"Your bed."

Pinching the bridge of her nose and honestly too tired to deal with anymore childish pouting, Robin gave in, "Oh my god, fine. Come on then."

Though it took a moment, some cursing and a pit stop in the bathroom, Steve finally made it to Robin's bedroom. It was with very little grace that he stripped down to his boxers and shuffled through her pile of dirty laundry until he found a pair of sweatpants. Struggling through every second of pulling on pants and climbing into bed, Steve uncomfortably settled onto the mattress with a groan.

Laying on his back, trying to will the room to stop spinning with his mind, Steve mumbled, "Still needs to talk Rob."

With a pleading tone and the sweet land of slumber calling her name, Robin regretfully answered, "It's nearly 3a.m. can it wait 'til morning?"

"No." Steve answered, voice not far off from sounding like a wounded, tired whine

"Fine,-" With far too much movement Robin flopped over to lay on her back, causing every inch of Steve's stomach to twist until the bed quit shaking. From there she inched her way up in bed allowing her back to lean against the headboard while she pulled Steve's head to her lap. With instinct he laid his ear against her thigh and her hands began to card through his hair, "- what's up Dingus?"

Steve was quiet for a moment, the liquid courage running through his veins slowly fading with every second, but that persistent voice in his head still remained, 'just tell her you idiot, if anyone understands it'll be her'.

Fine

"I think I like him, Rob."

Her body tensed for a hot second, this wasn't the conversation she thought she'd be having tonight, especially at 2:56 a.m. on a Saturday morning. Normally drunk Steve liked to ramble on about nonsense, sometimes Nancy Wheeler, the kids or his undying love for herself but not...this…not yet anyway, well except for that one drunk phone call a few weeks ago. Though she knew it'd come eventually.

She took a deep breath, essentially preparing herself for the conversation though she was curious if he'd even remember it come morning. Then she finally answered, "Tell me about 'em."

And so Steve did, in a little too much detail of course because his brain to mouth filter wasn't totally functioning at 100% at the moment. He went on about eyes the colour of the earth and curls he wanted to tangle his fingers into, adding the fact that he did last weekend while they smoked a joint on her fire escape. Salty porcelain skin and tattoos he wanted to lick off, ones he could picture in his mind right now if he tried hard enough. That lightning tattoo specifically that seemed to cascade down Eddie's beautifully etched torso.

He'd rambled on about the man's figure for a good several minutes before Robin cut him off, "Steve, honey-"

"Hm?" He turned his head to look up at her from her lap

She couldn't help but smile as she carded her fingers through his hair again, "You like anything more about this guy other than his looks?"

"Guy?" His brows furrowed in question like he hadn't realised he'd been talking about a man this entire time

"Mmhm," she answered gently with a nod, fingertips softly scratching his scalp

"Oh God," Steve breathed. Needless to say he was sobering up a touch.

There was a rather long moment of pause, Robin allowing him to process his sobering thoughts to the point where she thought he passed out. That was until he finally spoke, "Him, Robin, as in a guy. Oh wow. Oh my god, wow. I um…I do though…I like him, like a lot. I think. He makes my heart feel all fuzzy and my stomach feel like it's doing somersaults when I'm around him."

He sat up, maybe a little too quickly for his settling stomach, but now his position matched hers, back against the headboard and legs straight out. He stared forward, looking into the darkness ahead, "Oh my god-" he breathed again, Robin grabbing his hand, lacing their fingers together, he continued, "-I uh… Robin…I think I like men too… like men and women?… is that allowed? Can I do that? Can I like both? I don't know if there's enough Steve Harrington to go around for that."

Robin couldn't help but chuckle, Steve obviously wasn't 100% sober with that last comment, "Yes it's allowed, Yes you can do that and Yes you can like both,-" she squeezed his hand, hoping to gain a little more attention and thankfully she did as his head turned to face her, "-it's called being Bi-Sexual, Steve."

"Bi-Schedule." He wrongfully repeated, gaining a giggle and a nudge to the shoulder.

"Bi-Sexual, Steve."

"Bi-Sexual Steve" he stated matter of factly in his drunken state

"Close enough,-" Robin mused, "-yes, Steve is Bi-Sexual."

"Bi-Sexual."

"Yes."

"Hm."

Robin remained silent, only slumping her head against his shoulder to be met with his following suit. Resting his cheek on the top of her head, slumping the rest of his body against hers Steve fell silent with a satisfied hum.

—

And well of course that wasn't a conversation Steve would remember, but Robin would.

If anything the word Bi-Schedule rang a weird bell in Steve's head for the following weeks.

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