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urfriendlywriter · 2 years

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Oblivious idiots in love Prompts:

(feel free to use<3 lmaoabx tag me when any of yall write, would love to readdd! the 4th, 5th, 7th and 10th hehehe)

when they're forced to share a bed, one is freaking out, heart quivering, while the other is half asleep with their mouth wide open

A whining "who likes me? PFFT nobody" and B silently muttering "me."

one touching the other's hands and comparing pinky fingers, playing with their hair and patting their head randomly , hoping they'll get it

"be mine." "... is that a line from the book you're reading..?"

"You're denser than my dad's moustache."

eye contacts that doesn't last more than 0.001 second cause they're in the realisation phase and awkwardly looking away, down, up and everywhere but into the other's eyes

wiping a smudge of food on the corner of their lip, slowly while making eye contact and them looking away quickly

"why aren't you guys dating yet?" and A answering, "We're not like tha-" B cutting A, "Too afraid of losing the friendship."

where one of them goes "can we always be this .. close?" and the other is blinking rapidly, processing shit in their pea size brain

"i never knew you liked me!" ".. now you do. and correction, I love you."

"since when?"

^ "since.. we shared headphones that day and listened to your favorite song"

A picking an eyelash from B's face, and their hearts are both beating like crazy

"no way they like me! me?? WHY ME ? THEM LIKING ME ? HAHA JOKES."

"haven't you seen the way they look at you?" "how do they.. look at me?" "like they're helplessly falling in love."

"yes. you. yes, i like you. I've always liked you, you idiot! who doesn't like you. you're... beautiful."

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suckerforobliviousidiotsinlove · 10 months

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I’m rereading rwrb in preparation for the movie and I forgot how fucking obviously in love Alex is from the very beginning.

“His eyes lock on Alex’s, and something like annoyance or adrenaline spikes in Alex’s chest.”

Uh huh… totally… “annoyance”

“hate reading Henry’s Wikipedia page”

Because that’s definitely what you do when you hate someone

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #prince henry rwrb #alexander claremont diaz #alex rwrb #fsotus #casey mcquiston #reading #rereading #lgbtq+#lgbtq+ books #queer books #mlm books #gay books #seriously tho true to my name I love some oblivious idiots in love #oblivious idiots in love #rwrb movie

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teruel-a-witch · 1 year

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you know how steve constantly brings danny up even when he's not around? which is a lot on its own but particularly if he's with someone who doesn't know danny or what exactly their deal is, especially since he openly likens their relationship to a marriage to people he barely knows even. that lead me to this particular what if...

every year steve meets up with his former navy buddies, guys he came up with or trained with or went into battle with, between their schedules and as they get out they always try to make a date and catch up.

every year as they get older they start talking about their girlfriends and then their wives and then their kids, since that's a huge part of what's going on in their lives.

steve talks...about danny. his ohana. danny. gracie. danny and charlie. then eddie and the kids: tani and junior. and danny. his partner always comes up and no one questions it, they are used to not asking.

steve doesn't think much of it, until one time one of the other guys corners him, kinda nervous, and says he wants him to be the first of the group to know that he's gay. of course, steve is touched but he doesn't understand why until the guy explains. 'it was you, talking about your danny, and your kids, and the family you built together, with such love and conviction and no hint of shame, that made me believe i could some day have all of that too. it gave me courage to ask my now fiancé out on a date. we would be honoured to invite you two to the wedding, since you are at least partially responsible. we can only hope we are still as in love after 10 years together as you guys are.'

steve is in shock, but he doesn't have the heart to ruin the guy's beautiful coming out speech by telling him danny and him aren't like that. he lets him continue to assume what everyone else apparently had been doing for years.

except...perhaps, it's time to talk to danny. there would be plenty of opportunities when he comes home and tells his live-in partner why they have a wedding to attend to.

(two years later he's the one handing out save-the-dates)

#mcdanno #h50 headcanons #h50 #h50 scenarios #mcdanno what if #myh50 #i just thought it would be sweet if the obvious love steve and danny have for each other #inspired someone else to come out and take a chance on love #mcdanno love conquers all #hawaii five 0 #steve mcgarrett #oblivious idiots in love #mistaken for a couple mcdanno #did they hook up before or after the wedding?#you decide lol #also their buddies have been assuming they have four kids #also taking bets on who junior is named after #is he steve jr. or danny jr.

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solarlotus · 1 year

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JEALOUS ANAKIN FOR THE PROMPT

Here you go, jealous Anakin has so many possibilities! I went with pre getting together.

It wasn't fair. Anakin should be the one sitting next to Obi Wan. Obi Wan was his master, he belonged to Anakin, not the schutta who was leaning into Obi Wan's side, smiling at him like he'd hung the moons.

This was quite typical of the Jedi in Anakin's opinion, to seat a stupid star struck princess next to Obi Wan. The force had chosen Obi Wan for him, it was the will of the force that they were together, but the Jedi were blind to this, with their strictures on attachment and relationships. Anakin listened passively to their lessons - lectures - he had no desire to have entanglements as they put it, all he wanted was what was already his: Obi Wan Kenobi.

So of course Obi Wan was seated next to the visiting princess of whatever system in the inner core. Anakin was so bored by her he'd not even taken in her home planet. She was a typical core world rich girl, all long hair and coy smiles, artfully draped fabric that concealed little of her assets.

'Anakin,' Obi Wan said, pulling him out of his dark thoughts. 'Did you know there's podracing on Feliteen?'

'Yes,' Anakin answered, his face screwed into a false smile. 'Their pilots are soft and always lose to the outer rim pilots.'

'You were from the outer rim, I understand?' the princess of Feliteen asked politely.

'Yes,' Anakin replied, his annoyance with Obi Wan flooding their bond, he didn't like people knowing about his past.

'Obi Wan says you're a very gifted pilot,' she continued. 'The best star pilot in the galaxy in fact.'

Obi Wan gave an embarrassed laugh and Anakin scowled, he didn't know what to say to that. She wanted his master, his man, why was she being nice to him.

'Excuse me, one moment,' Obi Wan said, standing and making his way towards the 'fresher. Anakin shifted uncomfortably in his seat, starting to regret the filthy looks he'd been sending towards the princess all evening. She didn't seem offended however, and lent over to him with a conspiratorial smile.

'You're a lucky man,' she said, eyes twinkling. 'Obi Wan Kenobi is known as one of the most desirable men in the core worlds. Handsome, intelligent, brave, articulate, kind, wise.'

Anakin scowled again, he knew all this. Obi Wan was the best person in the galaxy, he knew this with the same certainty he knew the sun would rise each morning.

'And all he's talked about all evening,' she continued. 'Is you. His best friend, his former padawan, the best pilot in the galaxy, the best warrior. The most handsome man in the galaxy.' She let the last sentence hang in the air as Anakin blushed. 'Enjoy him, I can assure you that every sentient on this planet would envy the man Obi Wan Kenobi loves. The man Obi Wan Kenobi takes to his bed.'

Anakin knew he had turned crimson. His heart was also singing, Obi Wan had made her think they were lovers, Obi Wan had made her think he loved Anakin! He looked up and saw Obi Wan returning and gave him his most beautifc smile, resting a hand on Obi Wan's shoulder as he sat down again.

'Ah, I see you've made friends. I hope you've not been sharing my secrets, Anakin,' Obi Wan joked.

'Oh no,' the princess replied. 'But I've been sharing a few of yours,' she said with a wink in Anakin's direction.

#obikin #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywaker #jealous anakin #oblivious anakin #oblivious idiots in love #star wars #Anakin has the wrong end of the stick #prompt fill #answered asks #writing prompts #fic prompts

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ashandkatiewrite · 1 year

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Chapter Nine

FIC SYNOPSIS: Maggie Hastings meets her dream man after a flight into New York City— Bucky Barnes, a pilot who seems to be everything she’s looking for. Except that she already has a boyfriend who never has time for her. After a near-tryst with her dream pilot, Maggie runs, only to find out he later meets her best friend and they’re now crazy about each other. Among their group of best friends, between Chicago and New York, and four weddings and a funeral, Maggie and Bucky struggle to keep their fiery chemistry a secret so they don’t hurt the ones they love.

WRITTEN BY: @if-you-onlyknewew & @katiekinswrites

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OFC

Rating: M (Mature) & E (Explicit)

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The smell of coffee wafted into the guest bedroom about the same time as some banging noises carried in from what could only be assumed to be from the kitchen. Bucky’s eyes opened slowly as he listened and gained his bearings before otherwise moving. When he propped himself up on his forearms, he saw where he was. Maggie’s apartment.

He was also aware that he was naked. “Shit,” he sighed, and pushed himself off the bed to look for his clothes.

They weren’t on the floor and when he opened the guest bedroom door and saw none in the hallway either, he closed the door again.

What the hell happened?

Fortunately, he had the clothes Natasha sent so he got dressed in a white t-shirt and black jeans and opened the bedroom door again. Following the noise to the kitchen, Bucky saw Maggie emptying her dishwasher which explained the noise.

“Hi,” he said a little uncertainly and leaned his hip against the counter, his hand on the surface as he tried to look casual. The most urgent question he had was if they had slept together. But asking that seemed abrupt. Wouldn’t he have remembered, especially with Maggie?

Maggie was blushing furiously and Bucky’s mind started to race. Uh oh. “Hi.” Her reply came out in a soft rasp.

He pointed at the coffee. “God, do I need some of that.” His voice sounded off to his own ears so he cleared his throat.

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#ocappreciation #oc: maggie hastings #fic: four weddings and a funeral #bucky barnes #ocapp #sebastian stan #sophia bush #bucky barnes/oc #mcu oc #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel oc #right person wrong time #oblivious idiots in love #idiots in denial #angst and smut and fluff

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virtie333 · 1 year

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Beg, Borrow, or Steal - Part 3 - Chapter 8

Kes to the rescue?

#damerey #jedipilot #poe x rey #fanfiction #canon divergent au #oblivious idiots in love

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joaquinwhorres · 2 years

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Anyway back to my regularly scheduled Top Gun content with some Dalia Garcia-Alvarez/David Floyd content.

That's right @cantfighthemoonknight and I have next generation ideas.

#OC: Dalia Garcia-Alvarez #OC: David Floyd #ship: Davia #series: tailspin #but like not actually in tailspin #series: sweetheart deal #motion sickness universe #Top gun OC #TGM OC #Top gun: Maverick OC #fake dating #hangman being a nuisance godfather #oblivious idiots in love #sweetheart deal in gifs #motion sickness in gifs

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skullism · 1 month

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rereading aftg and realising just how oblivious neil was is truly hilarious

just a few pages ago renee told neil andrew is gay and neil literally had to lie down to process it, now he's admitting he watches andrew at the gym and is impressed by how much he lifts??? dude. you are down SO bad

#oblivious idiot. I love him #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #also I feel like some ppl really gloss over how much upper body strength andrew has #his racquet is HUGE and heavy as hell #and he lifts enough to impress neil (the guy who literally never compliments/praises anyone)#plus he eats so much sugar and seemingly couldn't care less about maintaining a proper athlete's diet #andrew is jacked. andrew is beefy #and neil loves it #finch.txt

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hairmetal666 · 3 months

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Steve parks at Eddie's, a plastic wrapped bouquet of roses so purple they're almost black carefully buckled into the passenger seat, and a nervous twist to his stomach. He didn't plan to do this. It's just, he was agonizing about his crush to Robin and she goaded him until it seemed like a great fucking idea to ask Eddie out on Valentine's Day, of all days.

The flowers were an accident. He saw them in the front window of the little flower shop in town, and it felt like fate, like they were practically made for Eddie Munson.

With a deep breath and a gritted teeth, he swings out of the car, flowers in hand. He's doing this, he's got this, he can ask Eddie out.

Music rocks from the trailer, drowning out Steve's knock. They didn't exactly have plans tonight, only they hangout every night since Vecna, so he figured...well, Eddie never said they weren't getting together.

He's a little miffed when his knock isn't answered. Even when the music is up, the walls of the trailer vibrating, Eddie always comes to the door. But the minutes tick by with no response until the annoyance turns to anxiety.

He stretches over, up on tiptoe, craning through the window to see if he can spot Eddie, probably distracted by planning for dnd or working on a song.

The kitchen is deserted, pots steaming on the stove. The two-seater table is covered in one of those paper tablecloths they have at Melvald's for a buck, patterned with bright red hearts. The table is set, two plates, two beers, a candle burning in the center of it all.

God, he's stupid. So stupid, with his nearly black flowers and his silly crush. Of course Eddie already had someone to spend Valentine's Day with.

He stumbles down the stairs, stomach fighting up his throat. The loud music makes so much sense now. He has to leave. He can't stand the thought of Eddie finding him here, letting him down easy; can stand even less seeing him with the date he has over.

Steve almost makes it back to the car before he hears the screen door slam, Eddie's voice calling his name. For a second, he considers ignoring him; for a second, he thinks about jumping in the car and driving off and forgetting this ever happened. But he could never do that to Eddie, not even when the consequence is his own heart.

"Oh, uh. Hey, man," Steve says. He runs his fingers through his hair, swallows. "Didn't mean to interrupt, thought we had plans but I guess they weren't set in stone." He's rambling and he knows it, but can't stop. "I didn't realize you--I'll get out of your hair."

Eddie's eyes flicker from Steve to the flowers clutched in his fist, the wrapping now sweaty and rumpled. "Are those for me?" Eddie asks.

Steve's mouth open and closes a few times, thrown off the track of his monologue and trying to think of a plausible lie. "I--they're--it's--"

There's nothing for it. He has to tell the truth and eat the humiliation. "I saw them today and--They're perfect for you. So, I wanted--" he shakes his head, shoves the bouquet into Eddie's arms. "Happy Valentine's Day. I'll let you get back to your date."

Eddie's face scrunches and it would be cute except for all the way Steve's heart is breaking. "Aren't you my date?"

"What?"

"Steve. We hang out every night. I thought--"

"But. For me--" He splutters. "The table?"

"Harrington, it's Valentine's Day! You bought me flowers!"

"Yeah, cause I was going to ask you out!"

This is what breaks Eddie, and he bursts out into helpless giggles.

"Don't laugh at me, Munson." But he's starting to laugh too.

"I'm sorry! I just--you," and Eddie isn't laughing anymore, he's looking at Steve with clear, shining eyes. "You brought me flowers."

Steve sobers too, hands over the bouquet. "I brought you flowers. You made me dinner."

"Yeah." He glances up at Steve from under his eyelashes. "I made you dinner."

"Sorry for--" He gestures broadly around himself.

Eddie shakes his head, soft smile on his lips. "You're something else, Stevie." The words are so fond they make Steve's heart flip. "Now, come inside before the food gets cold."

Steve walks to do the door, pausing before he climbs the stairs.

"What is it?" Eddie's eyebrows lift.

"Nothing. Just--" Steve licks his lips, notices the way Eddie tracks the movement. "I'm really falling for you, is all."

"No duh," Eddie says with a broad, smitten grin. "You bought me flowers."

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harringon #eddie munson #ficlet #valentine's day #friends to lovers #fluff #a smidge of angst #misunderstanding #oblivious steve harrington #idiots in love #they're not dating but they're not NOT dating #getting together #feelings confession #no duh #working on a steddie “no duh” agenda now i guess

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silverameco · 24 days

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Remus is the most pragmatic and sensible out of the marauders, except when Sirius bats his eyelashes at him saying whatever he'd be like "yes😍sure😍whatever you say😍"

his mind is like no thoughts just pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty

Sirius is well aware and regularly says confidentely that he can get Remus to do anything.

James and Peter want to hit their heads on the nearest surface at least 5 times a day, they're like "there is no way they don't know they're in love"

and yet.

#oblivious wolfstar is the best kind of wolfstar #idiots to lovers #idiots in love #i love them #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards

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fishieda · 9 months

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One night while camping, Zelda gets a liiiiittle bit curious what it would be like if Link called her by her name.

They didn't get much sleep that night.

#breath of the wild #botw fanart #the legend of zelda #legend of zelda #link #link fanart #zelda #zelda fanart #zelink #zelink fanart #idiots in love #theyre in love theyre just so oblivious lmao

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ashandkatiewrite · 1 year

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FOUR WEDDINGS AND A FUNERAL (Chpt. 13)

WRITTEN BY: @if-you-onlyknew & @katiekinswrites

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OFC

Rating: M (Mature) & E (Explicit)

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Maggie didn’t understand what the fuck was happening. In their decade long friendship, she had never seen Natasha anxious — but the bride to be was down right frazzled.

“What do we do?” Maria asked Maggie in a panic as Natasha’s body went stiff, making it impossible for them to pull up her dress.

“I don’t know!” Maggie shook her head, at a loss for what they were supposed to do. “I honestly didn’t think Natasha had the capability to feel anxiety.” She blurted out. “She’s always so calm and collected all the time! I’m usually the friend in our group who is a neurotic, anxiety ridden, stress-case!”

“Stop being mean to yourself!” Natasha hissed out at Maggie. “You’re always so mean to yourself!”

Maggie frowned. “Nat, what can I do to help? Do you need me to go get James?”

“No!” Natasha shook her head with wide eyes.

“Do you need me to gas up the car?” Maria offered, causing Maggie to glare at her suggestion. “What? She’s clearly having second thoughts!”

Maggie looked at Natasha, waiting for her to deny what Maria just said. But she didn’t. “I need a drink,” Natasha said instead. “I need one of you to get me a drink.”

She couldn’t help but feel both dread and sadly, excitement over Natasha not denying that she was having second thoughts about marrying Bucky — which left her feeling like a total asshole. Bucky deserved to be happy, as did Natasha. He had proposed to Nat and she had said yes for a reason. They were in love and Maggie didn’t want either of them to feel any kind of heartbreak.

So she pushed down her selfish emotions and nodded at Natasha before saying, “I’m on it.”

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#ocapp #oc: maggie hastings #fic: four weddings and a funeral #bucky barnes #mcu oc #bucky barnes fanfic #modern day au #sophia bush #sebastian stan #bucky barnes/oc #marvel oc #oblivious idiots in love #idiots to lovers #mutual pining #modern day mcu #slow burn #pining #angst and smut and fluff

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elitadream · 3 months

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"Of all the plants that grow and bloom in the Kingdom, Fire Flowers have always been my favorites," said Peach, as she looked down at the lively specimen she was delicately cradling in her hands. Her eyes were soft and her voice mellow, both filled with a mysterious affection that spoke of something lovely and seemed to make her lovelier still.

Beside her, Mario let out a quiet sigh, his gaze never once leaving her face. He was listening to her every word, curious and impossibly endeared, hoping the princess somehow knew just how much he cherished her company. His love for her deepened the longer he watched her, and his smile was adoring as Peach held the flower closer.

"They are very special and dear to me; Not because of their power or their notoriety, but because of their warmth," she went on, brushing her fingers against its petals in a gentle caress. "They bring an immediate sense of comfort to those around them, and can alleviate one's sadness with their soothing glow. They are said to guide those who are lost, and lift the spirits of those who are tired. They possess tremendous fiery strength, and yet… Unless needed, they are content to simply remain as they are, idle and calm, their inner spark bringing the world a unique and precious light."

She turned to him then, and Mario froze under her stare. The expression that she wore was one of indescribable fondness, sincere and true.

"They remind me of you," she murmured, before ducking her head shyly and averting her eyes again. She was biting her lower lip, her features illuminated by candid mirth, and Mario staggered where he stood despite the grip that he had on the balcony's railing. The dull ache in his chest flared abruptly, seizing him and making it hard to breathe. He felt as through he had just been struck by lightning, his entire body thrumming like a live wire. After a moment, he managed to look away and found his voice again.

"I have seen all the treasures of this land," he rasped. "I have witnessed magic in its purest form, and have been shown wonders I could never even have dreamed of… But none will ever compare to you."

Peach let out a small gasp, her cheeks turning bright pink. They shared another glance, this one longer than the last, and Mario wished the instant could last forever. He was the first one to falter however, and he cleared his throat as his nerves got the best of him.

"I'm… happy that you have kept the flower I've given you," he muttered bashfully, stumbling a bit on the adjective.

"I will never part with it," Peach answered earnestly. She shook her head to further demonstrate her sentiment, giving him a radiant smile as she did, and Mario inwardly winced; trying to rein in his wildly beating heart.

"Sei così bellissima," he whispered waveringly, unable to help himself.

Peach blinked, her usual surprise and delight upon hearing him speak Italian veiled by a cryptic sort of contentment and tenderness this time around. She couldn't understand him, not really, but something in his tone had seemingly given his thought away regardless. And for the first time in a very long time, Mario felt strangely at ease with this notion. If he couldn't bring himself to tell her how he felt, perhaps he could trust the truth to one day reveal itself and finally be freed.

In the meantime though, he would gladly honor all that she saw in him, and continue to be exactly that. A source of warmth and comfort. A tremendous privilege for him, and one that he was more than ready to fulfill.

As previously mentioned, I felt like writing a little something for Valentine's Day this year, but I couldn't resist adding a drawing as an afterthought! 🥰 Just a little scene that kept coming back to my mind and which I felt was appropriate for the occasion. Enjoy!^^ 💝

#Mario #Princess Peach #Mareach #Mario x Peach #story #concept #romance #friendship #fluff #romantic feelings #mutual pining #idiots in love #oblivious dorks #otp #Super Mario Bros #fanart

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stevebabey · 1 year

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no one asked but this is the post that inspired this! thank u immensely for the luv <3 number 1 comment was wondering what steve’s bids were & from his pov, so without further ado...enjoy — part one here!

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Begrudgingly, Eddie has to admit that Robin might be right.

It’s impossible not to be looking for the bids since he brought them up to her. Even though Eddie was fully expecting to tell Robin to suck it, maybe even wager what little money he had against this working out, Eddie can’t help but watch for them in every interaction. And fuck, she’s right.

They’re little, but they’re there.

The first one Eddie would’ve missed if he wasn’t looking for it. Actually, that’s a lie; Eddie does miss it, until Robin points it out, the nosy bitch. It’s minuscule and honestly, it just seems like Steve asking his opinion — which friends do all the time! It’s why Eddie brushes right over it.

“Okay, be honest,“ Steve had said, walking and talking as he entered the living room where Robin and Eddie were sprawled across the couches. They were both waiting on him, the three of them set on heading out to the drive-in to catch a film.

Eddie can’t fathom why Steve felt the need to change his outfit for it, but when he returns, he gets it. It’s not quite the usual polo Eddie had grown to like on Steve, this one hanging a little looser, the colour a bit darker than Steve’s usual choice, the sleeves a little shorter — almost midway to a muscle tee.

Steve’s fingers fiddle with the distressed collar of the shirt, smoothing invisible wrinkles and fussing over nothing. He swishes back his floppy hair with a flick of his head. “It’s a new shirt, I know it’s a little different - but what do we think?”

He says we but he’s looking at Eddie.

Eddie, who has taken to trying to reel in his gawp because what the fuck Steve? It’s like he’s well aware of what drives Eddie insane and has specifically leaned into it. Some evil goblin in Eddie’s brain whispers think how good he’d look in your shirt and he squashes it, giving a visible twitch to shut down that train of thought.

From the other couch, Robin clears her throat loudly and smiles sweetly at her best friend. “It looks great, Steve.”

It’s sincere and Steve’s mouth tugs up, nearly a smile but his gaze fast-tracks back to Eddie. Eddie nods in agreement, a bit sluggish from his distracting thoughts and god dammit, the extra exposed skin of Steve’s arms are so not helping. “Yeah, looks... looks good, man.”

Steve smiles, lips pressed together but his shoulders curl in just a bit, deflating just a tad. From where Steve can’t see her, Robin waves her hands wildly and catches Eddie’s attention. He watches as she gestures wildly and it takes a moment to realise what’s she mouthing — ‘A bid! That’s a bid, you idiot!’

Oh fuck, Eddie thinks. Cos it totally was; the question, the focus on Eddie. He doesn’t even think about the logistics of it, of the fact Robin was right, just jumps right into picking up the bid.

“You trying a new style?” Eddie asks and then thanks whatever god invented the whole fake-it-to-you-make-it schtick because he’s feeling so far from casual or confident. “Going metal on me, big boy?”

Eddie just manages to catch the grin that breaks across Steve’s face as he turns away, giving a scoff — it comes out too soft though, giving away his complete lack of annoyance. He pulls that usual Steve Harrington pose, hands sliding onto his hips, and screws his face into some melted smiley-grimace. “Shut up, Munson.”

Eddie grins and goads on the blush that’s beginning on Steve’s neck, a glorious tinged pink colour. “If this shirt is any indication, you’d pull it off just fine.”

Eddie watches the blush climb higher as Steve ignores the comment, his smile still giving him away. He grabs his coat and pats down his jeans — ridiculous tight acid wash jeans that Eddie hates he’s somehow become attracted to — ensuring he has his keys and wallet. Once assured, he looks up at his two friends again, brows raised, and says, “Ready to rock and roll?”

That comment alone has Eddie seriously reconsidering his type in men.

There’s only a brief moment to talk about it when Eddie and Robin cajole Steve into going and getting them both popcorn to get a moment alone. Steve had scoffed, face twitching in the way it did whenever he tried to hold back a bitchy comment, but he still stomped off in the direction of the snack stand.

The moment he’s out of earshot, both voices explode in the back of Eddie’s van.

“What did I say—”

“Jesus H Christ, you were right—”

“Literally how many times do I have—”

“Oh my god, you were right—”

“ —before you realise I’m always—”

“Robin.” He cuts her off, hands landing on her shoulders. Robin eyes them warily, lips still parted from how her rant had been cut off. “Robin, I’m gonna kill you.”

“What?” Robin’s nose scrunches up. “What the hell are you—”

“Oh Christ, I can’t believe- how long have you noticed those bids?” Eddie’s aware he sounds a bit estranged, eyes probably wide and it doesn’t help when he softly shakes Robin back and forth. She lets herself be shaken, hair flying back in forth. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! You are such a bad gay friend!”

Robin smacks his hands off her shoulders with a frown, her freckly face perturbed at Eddie’s outburst. “Dude, it’s not my fault! May I remind you that until very very recently you were seeing someone else? What difference would it have made?”

Eddie waves his hand, disregarding the point with a shake of his head. His unkempt curls cover his face and Eddie sweeps them back in one motion, “What difference would it have made? Oh my, Jesus—“

Whatever long-winded sentence Eddie was about to spit out is lost by the sound of Steve’s approaching footsteps, effectively shutting both of them up.

Eddie flings himself to the other side of the van, putting an unusual amount of distance between Robin and him like they were being caught doing something they shouldn’t.

Robin frowns at him and gestures wildly with her hands in a way that means what the fuck man? Eddie gestures back, though he’s not entirely sure what his fast hand motions are supposed to mean when Steve rounds the door.

He’s got two buckets of popcorn tucked under each arm and Eddie quickly crosses his arms, tucking his hands into his armpits like his stupid hand motions will somehow give him away.

Steve looks up, stopping just a way from the edge of the van, and looks at the pair of them. His eyes track from Robin still sitting on one of the old cushions and looking two seconds from burying her face in her hands, across to Eddie. He huffs a laugh and kneels on the edge of the van.

“I know he’s gross Robin,” He begins, tone light, as he holds out one of the buckets for Robin to take. “But c’mon, is the distance really necessary?”

Robin snickers as Eddie makes an appalled noise, both of which make Steve smirk. He holds out the other for Eddie to take and Eddie snatches it, glaring at him over the buttery rim for his comment. Then takes a handful and shovels it in because he can’t think of a witty comment to retaliate. Steve crawls into the van and plops himself between them with a content sigh.

“See? Gross.” He teases, shoving his hand into Eddie’s popcorn bucket to grab a handful. Eddie scowls and chews a little faster when the flavour on his tongue seems to register in his brain.

His eyes stare at the popcorn bucket as he chews, then swallows — up the front of the van, the radio that’s tuned into the correct frequency begins playing the opening credits song as the screen changes. Silence sweeps across the drive-in but despite the sudden hush, Eddie has no qualms about breaking it.

“Sweet n’ salty flavour?” He asks Steve, only half attempting a whisper. Robin shushes him instantly, her focus already on the movie that’s beginning. Steve smiles, looking a bit sheepish beneath the glow of the drive-in screen, but he nods.

“I know you like it.” He whispers with a small shrug of his shoulders. Like it wasn’t a big deal. Fuck, Eddie thinks again and hastily feeds himself another handful of popcorn before he says anything majorly stupid in response to that, like: Oh, amazing- have you noticed the big fat crush I have on you as well?

He doesn’t even need to look at Robin to know she’s smiling, smug as ever.

—

Steve, God bless his oblivious little heart, doesn’t even realise he’s doing it.

Steve likes Eddie. Eddie is— god, Eddie is different but he’s good.

He’s this strange amalgamation of traits that Steve can’t comprehend how they fit together in one body or how Eddie manages to pull it all off completely charmingly.

He’s loud, he says rude things, he’s fucking dorky, and far too sweet on the kids — he likes to tease Steve, and yet somehow, when Eddie calls him ‘pretty boy’, Steve knows he’s not actually making fun of him.

Steve likes Eddie, likes his boyishly endearing charm, likes his touchiness towards Steve that no other boy his age is like, likes his messy curls and his ‘holier than thou’ attitude about metal music even though Steve doesn’t get it, like at all. And fuck, Steve really wants Eddie to like him.

It reminds him faintly of when he first started working alongside Robin at Scoops. That thought tickles in the back of his mind, something along the lines of how he had wanted Robin to like him for other reasons, but he doesn’t delve into it.

To Steve, it’s simple: he just wants Eddie to like him.

After the night at the drive-in, between Eddie acting strangely skittish and Robin giving more amused snorts than usual, Steve knows something is up.

He knows they must have discussed something when they sent him on popcorn duty, the bastards. He tries his best to not feel left out; god knows Robin and he have more than a dozen secrets they’ve sworn not to tell anyone but each other.

Besides, Steve trusts Robin to come and tell him if he really needs to know, even if it does worry him a bit. He bites down his anxious thoughts, even trying for a moment to see if there’s a pattern he’s been missing.

That train of thought gets derailed when Steve recalls instead Eddie’s delightful reaction to his new shirt — that Steve definitely hadn’t bought for that specific reason.

Even though Robin had given him that look when he’d first shown it to her — her bright eyes had narrowed, her smile turning a little more coy, and Steve had felt his ears get a little hotter. She hadn’t said anything though, just suggested that he should wear it tomorrow night when they were going out with Eddie.

God, he was glad she suggested it.

Rewinding over Eddie’s parted lips, the way his brown eyes had drank in the details as they trailed up his body and lingered on his arms— Steve had the sudden thought to flex the muscle, just to elicit some reaction, but it had gone out the window at Eddie’s original dismal reaction.

‘Yeah, looks... looks good, man’. Said all aloof, like he hadn’t really thought it. It was like bursting a balloon hidden behind Steve’s ribs, one he wasn’t even aware was there until it was deflating pathetically, making his shoulders sag.

Then— ‘You trying a new style? Going metal on me, big boy?’ And dammit, it’s like Eddie had clocked exactly what calling him ‘big boy’ had done the first time in the Winnebago.

Eddie had then grinned, done another once over of the new shirt, even as Steve pretended to search for his keys and wallet while saying something snarky to try to cover up the heat crawling up his neck. Yet, Steve found himself smiling too because, fuck yes, Eddie liked it too.

But, apparently, whatever Eddie and Robin had discussed wasn’t considered important enough because Robin never brought it up.

The thought and worry about it melt away in Steve’s mind until the memory of that night is about Eddie’s compliment, about his cat-like grin over the popcorn bucket, and how he had leaned over to whisper every bad joke into Steve’s ear all through the movie.

Some of them had been down-right filthy jokes which Eddie only seemed to enjoy more when Steve screwed his face up and nudged Eddie in the ribs, yet unable to hide his smile.

After the third vulgar joke and subsequent nudge, Steve had chided ‘dude’ with a poorly hidden grin. Eddie, smile all cheeky, had nudged him back with a ‘dude’ of his own.

Which, of course, ensued a nudge competition til Robin had given a shush that librarians all over the world would be jealous of. But Steve didn’t even care because he and Eddie were arm to arm, pressed close together and Eddie…didn’t move. Stayed close, like he wanted the closeness the same way Steve did.

Steve only remembers the strange drive-in moment when Robin brings it up finally, on one interesting Saturday night.

It’s not the usual routine; it’s not very often that the whole group gets together to share drinks and get rowdy.

But it was for Robin’s birthday and she’d been persuasive enough to get even the introverts, like Jonathan, to come along. Though, she was aware he’d probably spend the night on a pool lounger, stoned to high heaven. Whatever floats your boat, she’d said, happy for the company in any form.

There’s enough of them there that it almost resembles some sort of party— and makes Steve try not to think about the last small party he threw here. He can tell Nancy notices it too, eyeing the pool a bit too long in a way he’s very familiar with, then taking a swig of beer.

So, Steve heckles them inside — doing a fantastic mothering impression as he waves the group indoors with a promise of pizza, and that has both Jonathan and Argyle perking up and beginning a fast discussion on the best pizza toppings.

Eddie makes a fuss, because of course he does, and moans terribly when Steve tries to roll him off the pool lounger he’s on. He’s had a bit of a joint and some beer, and Steve’s learned that he gets adorably stubborn after some substances.

“Stevie, this is mean,” he had pouted, gripping the edges of the lounger and staring up at Steve with those big brown eyes. “You telling me I did all that bonding with you for nothing? Can’t even lounge by the pool! I’ve got a couch at homeeeee.”

Steve had sent him an amused look of disbelief, hands on his hips after his first round of flicks against Eddie’s arm were apparently fruitless to get him to move. “Really? Didn’t peg you for a gold-digger, Eds.”

Eddie had snorted at that, one hand coming to slap over his mouth. Steve couldn’t quite hear what he had said but the words pegging and anytime slipped through and Steve thinks he could get the gist of that.

“Oh for Christ’s sake,” Steve muttered, feeling the tips of his ears turn warm. He didn’t know how Eddie could be such a menace— or why he enjoyed it so much when he was. Steve waved a hand in the direction of the doors, ignoring Eddie’s delighted snickering. “If you go inside now, you can be on music, alright?”

And that had finally got them all indoors, Eddie whooping and skedaddling through the doors in an instant, with a call of ‘no take backsies!’ echoing behind him.

Inside was much cozier, the whole group a little more connected when squished up on the couches together. Eddie had taken Steve’s word and was jamming a cassette into one of the speakers when Steve made it back inside after scouting around the pool for leftover cans and butts to throw out.

He’s just been thinking about what playful jab he could make at Eddie’s music, like Eddie always did to him when Robin hollered at him from the kitchen.

“Steve!” She’d yelled excitedly and he come to find her quick, brows raised as he entered the kitchen. She was grinning, already a bit jumpy as she got when she had a bit of liquor — but apparently not enough because when Steve saw what she’d called him in for, she’d announced, “Tequila shots!”

Which lead to now. A hazy combination of beer, tequila, and a bit of weed, and Steve is feeling good. Robin had managed to hijack the music not too long ago, with a hiccup of ‘it’s my birthday’ that had Eddie surrendering with a pout.

She’d since put on a bit of everything: some Blondie for Nance, Talking Heads for Jonathan, and some Bowie, just so she and Steve could dance along to ‘Magic Dance’ and she could do all the silly little goblin voices that made them both cackle.

Steve realised at some point that Robin was playing their mixtape, the one she’d made for driving in the morning, and nearly tripped stumbling over to her in his excitement. He grabbed her shoulders, not too hard, and squeezed.

“Is it- is this our mixtape?” Steve asked, words slurring only a bit. Robin gleamed, hair bouncing with her excited nod.

“Yes!” She was already dancing, even though the tape was between songs — because she knew what song was coming. “It’s Springsteen time, Steve!”

Right as the drums to Born to Run filtered out the speaker.

And oh, Steve loves Robin so much. He loves having a best friend that knows his favourite song and gets jittery and excited because she knows it’s about to play— that she put it on this mix for him.

“You’re my best friend!” Steve says, the words bursting out like he can’t control them. He doesn’t even feel embarrassed, just happy, just drunk, and overwhelming happy to be able to have this.

And even though Robin knows this, she still beams, feet dancing along and just begins to sing along with the song, “In the days, we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream…”

It’s a brazen drunken performance from the both of them. Steve’s chest is heaving after just one chorus that he’s pretty sure he put his whole soul into and he’s so fucking happy —and it feels like pure instinct to seek out Eddie, his eyes scouring the room for him.

Eddie’s leaned up against the wall, hiding his smile behind a can and Steve doesn’t think twice about it— doesn’t think about why he’s so drawn to Eddie, why he wants to include him in this happiness — just extends his hand out and grins.

Eddie sees the bid coming this time.

Part Three.

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