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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 6 months

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@steddiemas Day 6 - Baking & Cookie Decorating

pairing: pre-steddie | word count: 1,911 | rated: G

A couple days later finds Eddie on his way to Steve’s house at the early as fuck hour of 8:30am

“AARrugh–fuuck!” he curses again, trying to stifle down another cracking yawn, “It should be illegal to be up this early.”

“You mean the normal time people get up?”

“No, normal is lunchtime. Realistic is two.”

“God, you’re such a loser.”

“And yet you still hang out with me.”

“Uh, no. I hang out with Steve and El and Lucas and sometimes Dustin. You’re just there by association.”

“Ouch Red, that hurts my soul.” He winces dramatically

“What soul?”

Eddie grins at her, “Touché, Maxine”

Her tiny, pointy knuckles meet his bicep as he pulls Bessie into the Harringtons’ driveway.

They’re having a pre-thanksgiving dinner with the party before they all have actual Thanksgiving with each of their families, and Max insisted on coming over early to help Steve with preparations.

“If we don’t go help, he’s going to do it all by himself you know.”

“Robin will be there, I’m sure.”

“Yeah, he’s gonna do everything by himself. You know Robin is moral support at best.”

“And what are we gonna be, huh? You think I’m any better?”

She had huffed at that. “We’re going, Munson.”

So, here they are. Like Eddie suspected, as soon as they breach the front door, Robin is visible on one of the stools at the island, sleep rumpled and a mug in hand, and Steve is standing at the stove already.

“Good ‘morrow to you, Lord and Lady Buckley,” Eddie bellows, startling them both, “Myself and the young Miss Mayfield have traveled far to be with you on this momentous day, and to offer to you our services.” he gives them a dramatic bow, glancing up through his lashes.

Steve is grinning, Robin has collapsed forward onto the counter in front of her, Max is groaning.

He stands straight again, “We may only be a couple of lowly peasants in your Kingdom, but the call to help was unavoidable.”

“Eddie did not want to come help, lemme make that clear.”

“Shut up, Max”

“You shut up, liar–”

“Okay, okay!” Steve laughs, interrupting them, “Many thanks to you both for making the trip; your help will be greatly appreciated.”

Eddie’s stomach goes soupy, he loves when Steve plays along.

“So, what can we do?” he asks, clapping his hands once and rubbing his palms together like he’s itching to get started.

“Well, it is still pretty early (“I told you.”, “Shut up, Eddie.”), so right now you can help by telling me how you like your eggs.”

The turkey goes into the oven halfway through breakfast, Steve having prepped it last night, so Steve starts to cipher out what else he needs to make.

“Dustin said that Claudia was making a pumpkin pie for us, so we’re set there, I’m making the sweet potato casserole, Lucas said that his mom is sending over a pan of greens with him and Erica, Robin has the stuffing covered–”

“I make a mean can of Stovetop.” Robin cuts in from the sink where she’s washing the few dishes from breakfast.

“Pretty much everyone else is bringing something…” Steve looks lost for a moment, then his expression turns tense, that crease between his brows cuts deep into his skin.

Max must see this too because she says, “What about cookies?”

“Cookies?”

“Yeah, like the sugar cookies you made everyone a tin of last year?” “You made everyone sugar cookies?? Why wasn’t I given any?” Steve rolls his eyes, “‘Cause last year you were just Eddie “The Freak” Munson,”

“Hey–I resent that,” Eddie pokes Steve in the chest, “I’m still Eddie “The Freak” Munson, thank you very much.” “Many apologies, Your Freak-ness, how ever shall I make it up to you.” His tone is sarcastic, but the words make a whole matter of unsavory retorts gather on Eddie’s tongue.

“C’mon Steve, I want those damn cookies!” Max demands, smacking a palm onto the counter to really sell it.

“Hey! Language.”

“I also want some of those damn cookies.” Robin agrees.

“Yeah c’mon Stevie, I didn’t get to have any last year and now I’m curious.” “Dude, they’re the best cookies ever. I hate that he only makes them once a year.”

“Okay, okay, fine! Lemme make sure I have everything I need.”

He does, so he gets to work as requested demanded, though he does send Max and Robin (with her newly acquired license) to the store for powdered sugar. “For the frosting..I’m sure you want frosting on these, right?”

Eddie sticks close after they leave, watching Steve work and passing him ingredients.

At one point, Eddie scoops up a cup of flour for him, only to have Steve wrap his hand over his on the handle of the cup and start to stir the flour in it with a fork.

“Uh, do you always need to stir your flour before putting it in?” Is that a thing? Eddie has never done that, even within the few times he’s ever actually baked something before.

“You do if the person scooping packs it into the cup like this.” Steve teases, spinning the fork around in his hand to scrape the now-overflowing heap of flour off the top of the measuring cup and back into the bag with the handle. “Flour doesn’t get packed down to measure, fluffy and loose measurements only.” Steve pulls Eddie’s hand forward and upends the cup over the mixing bowl.

Eddie’s mouth feels like it’s coated in flour.

“There! Perfect. I’ll need another cup just like that one.” Steve smiles and passes the fork to him.

He lets Eddie's hand go and turns back to the bowl, mixing the flour in with one of those rubber scraping spatulas instead of using the electric beater he’d used for the eggs and sugar.

“So,” Eddie re-wets the inside of his mouth so he can talk correctly, “Why do you only make these once a year?” He carefully scoops up another helping of flour.

“They’re usually Christmas cookies and I– aw shit.”

“What?”

“I don’t have any non-Christmas themed cookie cutters.”

Eddie immediately thinks back to one of the last Christmases he had with his mom. Ouch…damn it.

He gulps down the lump in his throat. “Do you have any empties?”

Eddie can feel Steve watching him as he works, carefully cutting the tops and bottoms off a good sized bag of empty soda and beer cans over the sink. He cuts the new aluminum rectangles in half lengthwise and sets the strips aside.

“You’ve made these before?”

“Yep! Easier to make your own than buy them, y’know?”

Steve chuckles, “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“My mom liked to make new ones every year, so I have a lot of practice doing this,” Eddie pushes on, picking up a strip of metal and folds it in half lengthwise. “We’ll need some tape for the open side, but basically you fold it like this, shape it however you want, and fold the ends over each other to keep them closed.”

He demonstrates, making a messy heart shape pretty quickly. “You can link more than one together if you want, too. Make bigger ones…Ta da!” He shows off the ‘finished’ shape.

“Sweet!”

By the time Robin and Max return, Eddie’s got a pile of aluminum strips ready to go, and Steve’s done with the dough.

“Perfect timing, ladies, come help us make cookie cutters.”

Max pulls up a stool immediately, grabbing a couple of the metal strips, but Robin huffs. “Aw, what? We have to make the cookie cutters first? I thought I’d come home to a house full of cookies, Steve.”

“The dough has to chill in the fridge for an hour, and we don’t have any Thanksgiving themed ones.” Steve says, rolling his eyes at her. “Also, you weren’t even gone that long!”

Robin pulls up a stool, “Excuses, Steven.”

Turns out, there’s not that many shapes associated with turkey day, so after the obligatory pumpkin shape, and a surprisingly well-shaped turkey-looking blob, they make whatever else they feel like.

Robin uses a ruler she found in a drawer to fold some ridges into a circle shape, “It’s a pie, obviously.”, Steve uses a few strips to make what he says is an elephant, “Yeah, an elephant. These are the two ears and this is the trunk.”, Max uses two of the strips to make some sort of flower shape with five pointy petals, “A…poinsettia?” Eddie asks; “A demogorgon.” Steve and Max say at the same time. Ah., and Eddie spends his time linking a good few together to make the Hellfire demon.

“I hope this doesn’t get all blob-y.”

Steve looks over at his creation, “It shouldn’t, the dough holds up pretty well when it’s baked; that’s why you let it chill for a bit.”

He stands then, retrieving the saran-wrapped hunk of dough from the fridge and gets to work rolling it out.

Eddie watches the muscles in his arms bunch and pull, and, like a sap, thinks about how they’d feel wrapped around him. He likes hugs, okay? Sue him.

The four of them cut batch after batch after batch of cookies (each of them sneaking bites of the dough as they do), and by time they are baked and fully cooled, the sweet potatoes are in the oven, the stuffing is sitting done on the stove, there’s a sheet of rolls waiting to go in after the casserole, the others start to show up.

“Oh sweet, cookies!” Dustin’s finger immediately dunks into the bowl of frosting Steve just finished whipping up.

“Hey! Hands off, asshole, I still need to color some of that.

Steve passes Eddie a bowl of the stuff, a couple of drops of food coloring sitting on top. “Mix that up, will you?” I’m making the orange, that’s yellow.”

Eddie gives him a mock salute, “You got it boss.”

“Henderson, grab the sprinkles, you’re helping with these.”

The island is a disaster by the time they are done frosting the cookies. There’s colored sugar everywhere, loose M&Ms, broken pretzels, and there’s even a glob of red frosting hanging precariously from the underside of one of the far cabinet doors (somehow).

Each of the new arrivals grab up a couple of the cookies to decorate once they get in, adding their own goofy-looking additions to the heap.

Mike and Nancy are the last to arrive, toting a huge bowl of fluffy mashed potatoes, and they dig into the turkey soon after.

They eat and eat and eat, laughing and eating some more, that by the time anyone gets around to the cookies, the very outside of their frosting has hardened to a crust and the inside is still soft and sugary.

“Oh my god, Steve.” Eddie moans, “This is the best cookie I’ve ever tasted.”

Steve’s face flushes pink, but he smiles wide. “I’m glad you like them, Eds.”

“I need to take some home to Wayne.”

Steve passes him a tupperware container of their creations as he’s leaving, along with an index card with Steve’s distinct handwriting is scrawled across it; the recipe for the cookies.

Eddie gets home that night just before Wayne heads in for his shift. “Y’have a good day, son?” he asks, plucking out one of the cookies from the container Eddie holds open for him as they pass each other in the doorway.

He smiles wide, “Very..”

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luffyvace · 5 months

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Heyooo :D

Robin's anon back (ngjfnjff this is so funny to type I hope you don't mind 😭😭), could I request Robin with a male s/o who always take care of the crew ? (He's either like a big bro or a father for some of them) For example : He always makes sure Zoro sleeps in a comfortable position whenever he suddenly takes a nap after training, he always brings to Nami new inks, maps, pens..., candies for Chopper (just like Robin hehehehe), food for Luffy... but in process he kinda neglects himself because he prioritizes the crew above all.

Thank you again for your kindness and I wish you an amazing day/night. ❤️😊

OH HIII ROBIN’S ANON!! i don’t mind you addressing yourself as that at all it’s how i remember you:) 😭!

AWW male s/o sounds so sweet! of course i’ll do this request!!

anytime anyday anon💗💗 you have a wonderful day/night as well <3

YIPPIE I LOVE THIS GIF OF ROBIN<3

ENJOY YOUR HEADCANONS LOVELY ANONYMOUS!!

sooo!

your so helpful!!

“SNACKS! oh gee thanks m/n!”

-luffy

”mmmm…huh? PUT ME DOWN?! oh..hmm…zzzz”

-zoro

”come in! oh m/n, what’s up? is that for me?! thanksss m/n!! your the best! i was running out of paper actually!!….just for the record i don’t owe you any beri for this you know..😗”

-nami

”ahh! m/n! actually i need your help with something…i had usopp to build this shelf for my books only to realize it’s too high..could you get that red one down and..maybe make it lower? hahah 😅”

-chopper

”ohhh! m/n! look! it’s my latest invention!! the only problem is..i’m missing a key piece…see here? it needs something to generate it! could you go back to the island and find something for me?? thanks a lot! i knew i could count on you!”

-usopp

”MMMM/NNNNNNN!!!! MOOOORE SNAAAAAAAAACKS!!”

-luffy..again

”m/n! i’m trying to cook dinner but luffy keeps pestering me! think you could wrestle luffy to go play outside or something?!”

-sanji

”oi! m/n just in time! i need you to go help me test out this SUUUUUUPERRRRR new upgrade i’m making to the sunny! go unfurl the sails!”

-franky

”WHAT IN THE WORLD?! THE LOG POSE IS FACE A COMPLETE 180!! WERE GOING THE WRONG WAY!”

”oh! whoops! i asked m/n to unfurl the sails so i could-“

💥💥 😓 😬 😡✊

(yes this sequence again)

”M/N FIX THIS NOW”

-nami

”m/n!! how very good to see you! i’ve come up with a new song! would you like to hear it? very well—i shall play!”

-brook

you ran to the library as soon as you could and flopped into one of the chairs

a hand touched your shoulder and you wanted to just completely melt away from how tired you were

and yet you were gonna have to help another person

nope!

just robin:)

i mean you didn’t mind helping but…today’s been a long day

robin sits next to you

you air your complaints and get a lot of much needed stress off your shoulders

she sprouts two hands from your back to massage your shoulders and it felt really good

she gives you advice to start saying ‘no’ a little more and that it’s okay to take some time for yourself

she scolds you only a bit when you do this but only because she cares

and especially because she loves you

💗

robin had a hand in the bathroom preparing you a hot bath while you vented to her

after you were done she told you about the shower

and boy it was a real steamy one

just what you needed

robin always knows just what to do when your exhausted

but would prefer if you’d simply solve the problem at hand

LOL

she lectures you about this and man does it drag on

oh well you’d much rather hear her soothing voice than overexert yourself

she recommends you things like meditation and reading

and maybe even to go to chopper about it

especially if things get physical like your back or arms hurt

zoros’ heavy ok?

spawns a bunch of arms to chop your back if that’s what you need

shes the best really

brings you drinks and honestly just caters to you until your feeling better

by then your ready for a hot meal and some sleep

which is exactly what happens thankfully

you two holds hands in your sleep and cuddle a little closer that night

SO SWEET 🥲

these were shorter than my norm

it’s ok bc quality over quantity right?? you can always request more i’m just sleepy rn 😋

also this was in a slightly different writing style than usual so i hope you like!! it’s not permanent tho

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ladykailitha · 6 months

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Royal Pain Part 28

Hello! This is the last chapter before the epilogue. I'm so grateful for everyone who's still reading this little big story. Longest thing I've ever written. It caps out at nearly 60k words. I want to thank the people who have been reading this since day one and all the people that joined us for the ride along the way.

I love reading your comments and theories. I especially loved reading the freak outs over cliffhangers and the abuse I piled on our poor boys. But I am a sucker for happy endings.

Also a little treat for @goodolefashionedloverboi who wanted this way back in part 21.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11 Pt 12 Pt 13 Pt 14 Pt 15 Pt 16 Pt 17 Pt 18 Pt 19 Pt 20 Pt 21 Meta Pt 22 Pt 23 Pt 24 Pt 25 Pt 26 Pt 27

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“Steve!” Robin called out. “Your boyfriend is here!”

Steve came running out of the back room. His grin nearly split his face in two.

He lifted Eddie up and spun him around. Eddie laughed out loud.

“Put me down, you menace!” Eddie said between gasps of giggles.

Steve gently put him down. And then kissed him right in front of Robin.

Who promptly fake gagged.

“Shush you,” Steve said. “You should be grateful I didn’t let him keep me in bed this morning.”

Robin gasped. “Betrayal! And in front of my coffee no less!” She covered her coffee with her hands as if to shield it from the scene in front of her.

Eddie laughed. “Sorry there Birdie, it was a very near thing. I had to be bribed!”

She shook her head. “Go on, get! Before you ruin my coffee with your sugary sweetness.”

Steve and Eddie just smiled and walked back to Steve’s room, hands in each other’s back pockets.

Once they got to the room, Eddie was all over Steve. Hands tangled in his hair, lips on that perfect mouth. Gripping the back of Eddie’s shirt was all he could do to keep upright.

“Baby,” Eddie whined when they finally broke apart. “I missed you so much. I promise to never leave you like that again.”

Steve nuzzled their noses together and sighed happily. “I know, Eds. I missed you too.”

Eddie stepped back to take off his shirt and Steve scanned over the expanse of his chest.

Eddie caught the look and grinned. “No new tattoos, sweetheart. I don’t trust anyone else but you.”

Steve blushed. “That’s nice to hear, beautiful. But I was just ogling my boyfriend.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, okay that’s fair.” He walked over the chair and straddled it, resting his head on his folded arms.

“Let’s get this bad boy done, shall we?” Steve sighed happily.

“Sure thing, darlin’,” Eddie murmured. “Can’t wait.”

Steve started up his gun and got to work. All the while they chatted about the lighter stuff of the last three weeks. Eddie caught up on all the shop gossip.

“Honestly,” Steve said, “if Robin doesn’t pick soon, she’s going to be in the world’s most awkward polycule.”

Eddie laughed. “She’ll figure it out. But I guess Birdie really has a thing for redheads.”

Steve chuckled too. “Oh, yeah. Pretty much always had. Except once with Nancy back in high school. But that was more a ‘everyone had a crush on Nancy’ thing then a specific crush.”

Eddie hummed. “You said you had a thing for curly haired smart people with soulful eyes. You were talking about me too, right?”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Oh yeah. I’m not a subtle person when it comes to my crushes. Pretty much everyone figures it out before I do. Except in your case. I’ve had a crush on you since high school.”

“Me too, Stevie.”

“It’s about time we got our heads out of our asses, then.”

Eddie murmured his agreement and they settled into a comfortable silence.

Robin was still going to kick Eddie’s ass for making Steve sad for two weeks, but after hearing it from him how much he hated touring and how much he missed Steve, she forgave him for the most part. He sounded like he had been more miserable than Steve and that was honestly saying something.

So she went to Corroded Coffin’s return concert at the Nightmare Holes and cheered loudly for them.

She also knew she had to chose between Chrissy and Vickie soon otherwise they were going to have a cat fight.

But Robin didn’t want to chose. She liked the attention from both girls plus it would be super awkward if she chose Vickie and Chrissy stayed at the shop. But it would also be awkward working with Vickie at the front desk if she picked Chrissy.

It was a mess.

But then a lightbulb dawned over her head. Maybe she didn’t have to chose.

She spoke to them on their way to the club and ended up dancing with both of them all night.

Steve waved at the rest of the band as Eddie dragged him to his car, eager to get back to Steve’s apartment.

Steve laughed as Eddie shoved him into the passenger seat of his own car and got in the driver’s seat.

“Someone’s in a hurry there,” Steve teased.

“Stevie darling,” Eddie said. “I am vibrating out of my skin here with anticipation and if I don’t see that tattoo of yours soon, I’m might go absolutely feral. Do you understand?”

He laughed. “Yeah, baby, I hear you.”

Eddie breathed out and drove to the apartment. They walked up the stairs and once the door was closed behind they were all over each other. Hands and mouths all over as they tumbled onto the sofa.

Shirts were the first to fly, Steve careful with Eddie’s still healing tattoo.

“Baby,” Eddie whined. “Is your tattoo healed?”

Steve wiggled underneath him. “For the most part, it’s been about two weeks.”

Eddie let out another whine. “This won’t hurt you?”

Steve shook his head. “The scab is already gone. I heal fast.”

Eddie undid Steve’s jeans and slid them down his legs. He looked up at Steve for permission for the final layer of clothes to be removed. Steve nodded and lifted his hips for Eddie to slide off his underwear.

Eddie gasped when he saw it.

His thumb gently rubbed over the tattoo. It wasn’t very large, about the size of a half dollar. It was a simple heart with bat wings and a little crown.

“Baby, is this us?” he asked, breathless.

Steve nodded. “Yeah, do you like it?”

“I love it, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered. “And when my back is done, I am going to get it done on me, too.”

Steve’s eyes glistened with happy tears. “Okay, yeah. Suddenly I need that.”

Eddie kissed him deeply. “Me, too. I need you so much.”

They got Eddie’s pants and underwear off and Steve moaned at the long, graceful lines of his boyfriend’s lean body.

“Fuck, Eds,” Steve murmured. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

Eddie threw his head back and moaned. They had to be careful with Eddie’s still healing back, but they managed to make do and had a great time.

Once they had cleaned up and dressed, Steve began making dinner.

“So how did your meeting with Murray Bauman go?” he asked as he fried up the chicken for fajitas.

“It went great,” Eddie said. “Cec is still going to bring the contract to one of his law professors to make sure he didn’t miss any hidden bullshit, but yeah. It seems like Corroded Coffin is going to make an EP.”

Steve hummed. “And that different than a full record, right?”

“Yeah,” Eddie said, nodding. “It’s about five songs. But it’s what most new artists get. The record company doesn’t want to spend a boat load of money on an LP only for the band to not go anywhere.”

“That makes sense,” Steve murmured. “And you guys are going to keep working at the Nightmare Holes?”

Eddie nodded again. “Yeah, and if the record hits big, we can renegotiate our contract with Rick to get more money each week.”

“That’s great,” Steve said with a smile.

“And you and your genius schedule is going to work out great,” Eddie said with an answering grin. “They’ll even send a car for us every time, too.”

“Wow,” Steve said. “That’s awesome. Looks like I’m going have a rockstar boyfriend.”

“A perfect compliment to my tattoo artist boyfriend.”

Steve came over to where Eddie was seated at the table to kiss him. “Perfect indeed.”

They had dinner and sat down to watch a movie. They curled up on the sofa and just enjoyed each other’s company. Like they had so many times before.

Other than the sex, they were still Eddie and Steve. They still enjoyed the same movies, food, and music that they did before they got together.

They were just finally on the same page.

Once the movie was over, Eddie pulled out his guitar.

“You ready for this, baby?” he asked as Steve turned to face him on the couch.

Eddie played the first song he wrote on the road, the one that made Jeff and the others cry.

Tears streamed down Steve’s cheeks, too. “I’m sorry you were so lonely, Eds. I’m glad you’re home now.”

“Me too, sweetheart,” he murmured. “But I think you’ll like this one more.”

And he play the most beautiful, heart-stoppingly romantic song Steve had ever heard and it was for him. About them. And he was crying for a completely different reason now.

“Sunshine,” Steve said through his tears. “That was amazing. They both were. Thank you for sharing them with me.”

Eddie kissed him fiercely over the guitar. “Just you wait, Stevie. You’re going to get a life time of sappy love songs.”

“And I’ll cherish every single one.”

They got ready for bed and snuggled up together, falling asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning led to morning sex, showers, and breakfast, never too far apart.

They were getting ready for a walk in the park when they got to witness a Robin Buckley walk of shame.

She opened the door and jumped when she saw them. “Shit!”

Eddie and Steve shared a glance.

“And what time do you call this, young lady,” Eddie teased.

Robin blushed all the way to her roots. She pulled out her phone. “Uh...11:13am?”

Eddie cackled as Steve grinned.

“And which lovely lady did you go home with last night?” Steve asked.

Robin’s blush deepened. “Both?”

Eddie and Steve glanced at each other again.

“You want to repeat that?” Eddie asked.

She shrugged. “I couldn’t decide. And Chrissy had hit on Vickie before, which lead to us talking to Vickie and once it was made clear that it wasn’t just a one time threesome she decided she was down for poly relationship.”

Eddie and Steve both held up their fists for her to bump and she fist bumped them both at the same time.

“You go girl!” Eddie crowed.

“Hell, yeah, Robs,” Steve said. “That’s awesome!”

“Where are you two love birds going?” Robin asked.

“Just for a walk in the park.”

“Have fun.”

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Epilogue

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endless-summer-soldier · 7 months

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something like that - part one [Steve Harrington x Reader]

pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

summary: Steve eyes a beautiful stranger at the country fair and he has a feeling she's going to end up being someone special. little does he know, his mysterious stranger is Robin's cousin.

word count: 7.8k

a/n: I have been completely obsessed with Steve Harrington recently and this idea just popped into my head. there will be part two coming soon!

part two

Steve ran a hand through his luscious locks before putting on his wayfarers and stepping out of his BMW. The smell of kettle corn hit him square in the face as he walked into the fair. He felt a little old to be at a kids fair as a rising Hawkins senior, but it was a tradition and the perfect way to send off the summer.

Steve didn’t get very far before being nearly assaulted by his long-haired friend. Eddie wrapped his elbow around Steve’s neck and pulled him close to his chest, threatening to give him a nuggie.

“Don’t do it…” Steve warned.

“Or what?” Eddie challenged. Steve couldn’t see his friend but he could picture the cheshire cat grin spread across his face. Eddie yielded and Steve straightened, instinctually reaching for his hair.

“Relax man, you still look like an adonis.”

“The hair doesn’t just happen naturally, it's a process,” Steve explained.

“Oh I bet,” Eddie teased.

He continued talking but Steve missed every word because in that moment he was distracted by the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was wearing a stone-washed denim mini skirt, a navy Chicago Bears T-shirt that was cut at the collar and fell off her shoulder, and a pair of pristine white Keds sneakers. Her hair was teased up in a half up, half down style tied with an orange scrunchie.

“Wow,” Steve said to himself, mesmerized.

“Earth to dingus,” broke his trance. He turned back towards Eddie and saw Robin had joined them.

“What’s that?” he asked, returning to reality.

“Did you hear anything I just said?” Robin asked.

“No,” Steve responded candidly.

Robin sighed and rolled her eyes, “I said my cousin’s visiting from Chicago so be cool.”

“I’m always cool,” Steve responded. He turned back to the ticket line to see if the mysterious Bears fan was still there and was surprised to see she had joined their group, sliding in between him and Robin.

“Hi…hi…hello,” Steve said awkwardly, completely negating his previous claim. Eddie smirked at him and Robin tilted her head and looked at him bemusedly.

“Hey,” she said normally. “I’m Y/N.”

“Yes, this is my cousin Y/N. These are my friends, Eddie and Dingus,” Robin said, providing an introduction.

“Dingus?” she said, looking curiously at Steve.

“It’s Steve,” he said, shooting daggers at Robin.

“Pleasure to meet you Y/N. Shall we?” Eddie asked. He took charge toward the Tilt-a-Whirl and Y/N followed as Robin hung back with him.

“Very cool back there,” Robin teased.

“Shut up.”

“Since when does you freeze up around a pretty girl?”

“She took me by surprise. I saw her from afar before I knew who she was and…I don’t know I just got these butterflies in my stomach. It was like time stood still.”

“You are such a cliche,” she commented.

“I like to use the word romantic.”

“Well don’t waste your time. She’s way out of your league.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It’s really nothing against you. She lives in the city where there’s a lot more going on. Her life is completely different. Meanwhile we’re stuck here in the middle of nowhere and everyone knows everyone’s business.”

He considered her point, but wasn’t giving up that easily. He just had this feeling that she was…special. Maybe a city girl was what he needed. Someone who had other things on her mind than small town gossip. Maybe she could be his ticket out of Hawkins.

“Does she have a boyfriend?” he asked Robin.

She shook her head, “Not right now.”

A smile spread across his lips, “Then I’m giving it my best shot.”

She knew there was nothing she could say to change his mind. They caught up with Eddie and Y/N at the line for the Tilt-a-Whirl. Y/N was eyeing the ride skeptically.

“I might sit this one out, I don’t do well with spinning,” Y/N announced. Steve knew this was his chance.

“I can wait with you,” Steve volunteered.

“You love the Tilt-a-Whirl,” Eddie commented.

“Oh, you don’t have to wait with me. I’ll be fine,” she protested.

He shrugged, “I’ve been on it a million times. I can sit this one out.”

“Are you sure?” she asked him.

“One hundred percent.” He nodded at Robin and Eddie and they got in line.

“Thanks,” she smiled at him.

“Of course, I wasn’t gonna leave you by yourself when you don’t know anyone here.”

“That’s very sweet of you.”

“And you’re in luck.”

“Oh I am?”

“You are, because now you have a personal tour guide for the Hawkins Fun House.”

“Wow, are you certified to give that tour?”

“Not to brag, but I have lived here my whole life.”

She let out a small laugh and Steve had never heard a more beautiful sound.

“Lead the way,” she smiled. It was a short walk across the fairgrounds to the fun house. Y/N looked with intrigue at every ride and booth that they passed.

“You have fairs like this in the big city?” he asked.

She shook her head, “Not really, not like this. There are some ferris wheels around but nothing as expansive as this.”

“I’m sure the city has a lot of things to offer though.”

“Oh definitely. I love Chicago, but it is nice to come out here every now and then to get away from it all. There’s something appealing about small town life.”

“It gets old quick. I’ve been dreaming about leaving this place since I was kid.”

As they approached the fun house, Steve pulled out his bundle of red tickets and ripped off four. Y/N reached into her pocket for her tickets when Steve placed a gentle hand on her arm.

“I’ve got you,” he said, tearing off two tickets and handing it to her.

“Thanks,” she smiled up at him.

“I wouldn’t be a very good tour guide if I made you use your own tickets.”

“I’ll be sure to mention that in the review at the end.”

“I’d appreciate that,” he joked back. The line was non-existent so they cruised right to the entrance after placing their tickets in the collection bucket.

“Now I should let you know that this is the actual fun house at the end of Grease,” Steve said, doing his best Vanna White showcase.

“Really?” she asked, suddenly interested.

“Well…no. I may have embellished a little,” he smirked as they entered the house. The first obstacle was simple: a portion of the floor that moved up into a slight peak, and then back down. The two navigated it with ease.

“Steve, you’ll make a great lawyer someday,” she commented.

“God I hope not.”

“No? I can see it though. You in an expensive plaid suit, talking your way out of your clients’ problems.”

The next section of flooring moved in two different directions, the left side sliding forward and then back while the right side slid back and then forward. With a few quick steps across they were through.

He scoffed, “My dad would love that but I don’t know if it's for me. I haven’t quite figured out my calling yet.”

“Me neither. I’m just trying to focus on getting into college right now.”

By now, they were walking through a bunch of giant foam cylinders that were hanging from the ceiling. They pushed them aside as they walked through to the next obstacle.

“I don’t even know if college is in the cards for me. It’s like my whole life I’ve had all this pressure put on me to do what my parents want me to do and I never really got to make my own choices. This is the first time when I’ll get to figure things out myself. It’s a little scary,” Steve admitted.

“But it’s also very exciting. Going outside your comfort zone is kind of thrilling.’

He pondered her thought for a moment, “Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

“I think the best thing you can do is go with your gut and make the best out of every situation.”

“That’s very good advice. You should think about being a therapist.”

She let out a small chortle, “My mom is a therapist. So that is probably years of listening to her counseling wearing off on me.”

They paused at the next obstacle, a set of small spinning discs that they had to walk across. He checked on Y/N, knowing she didn’t like spinning, but before he could hold out a hand to help her across, she was jumping along the discs like they were stepping stones across a creek. She turned back toward him and said, “You coming?” He followed her lead, navigating the discs with ease. Next they reached a jungle of bungee cords, arranged in a way that forced them to climb and duck through to the other side. Steve led the way, pushing aside some of the cords for Y/N.

“So I have to ask, are you a Bears fan?” he asked her.

“Huge Bears fan,” she replied, “I don’t miss a game.” They emerged from the bungee jungle and she added, “If you tell me you’re a Packers fan, I don’t think I can talk to you anymore.”

He let out a laugh, “Don’t worry, I was born and raised a Bears fan.”

“Good answer,” she smiled. “How do you feel about the Colts moving to Indianapolis?” He was impressed with her football knowledge. Most of the girls in Hawkins couldn’t even name an NFL team.

“I’m all for it. I’m certainly not becoming a Colts fan, but if it means I can see some more games in person, I’m happy about it.”

They looked at the next obstacle ahead of them, which appeared to be a normal walkway. As they started walking across, a jet of compressed air went off. The noise and rush of air startled the two of them. Y/N instinctually grabbed his hand and pulled him across the walkway.

They stood there on the landing, flushed and giggling. Y/N had realized she had grabbed this near stranger’s hand and casually dropped it, changing the subject to avoid any further awkwardness.

“Have you been to a Bears game?” she asked.

“Just once, I was probably seven or eight. My dad surprised me one day with tickets. We drove the few hours up to Chicago and had pretty good seats near the sidelines. The Bears played the Vikings and ended up winning in the last few minutes. It was one of the best days of my life.” Despite sharing this happy memory, Steve didn’t seem to recall it with fondness.

She picked up on his facial expression, “Is there more to that story?”

“Am I that transparent?” he asked.

She shrugged, “I’m good at reading people.”

He sighed, feeling this strange compulsion to open up to her. “Years later, I found out that my dad only took me to that game because one of his clients cancelled last minute. So I spent years thinking my dad planned out this whole day for me, when I was just his plan B.”

“That’s really shitty,” she said, empathetically.

He let out a laugh at her comment. “It is, isn’t it.”

“I’m really sorry that happened to you.” The look in her eyes was genuine and he could tell she meant it.

“I can’t believe I just opened up about my dad to someone I just met. Are you sure you don’t want to be a therapist.”

She let out a laugh, “I’ve been told I’m a good listener.” The next section of the fun house was a mirror maze. You had to navigate through, finding the correct pathway while being surrounded by mirrors that caused confusion.

“Now this is the hard part,” he said, putting on his tour guide voice. “You don’t want to go through too fast because you might run head first into a mirror.”

“Do you speak from experience there?”

“It’s possible,” he laughed.

Y/N walked into the mirror maze first and Steve followed behind her. She navigated with a sense of precision, analyzing all her options before making a route decision. As she continued through, she gained more confidence and started walking faster.

“If it’s any consolation…” she started, turning around to finish her statement. She zigged when she should have zagged and Steve wasn’t paying attention to their route, too focused on the sparkling green eyes looking up at him. Y/N walked backwards into a mirror and Steve didn’t have time to react. He ended up pinning her to the mirror, his hands placed on her shoulders out of reaction.

There was a moment where their eyes connected in such close proximity and Steve almost leaned in further. But he caught himself, not wanting to come across too strong. He took a step back, but left his hands on her shoulders, searching her eyes for any signs of pain, which he didn’t find.

“What were you saying?” he asked, hoping this would keep them moving through the maze. It was difficult to be this close to her, to take in the scent of her perfume, without acting on his impulses.

She shook her head, as if bringing herself out of a daze. “Oh, um, just the next time you’re in Chicago I’ll take you to a game. As a first choice.”

He smiled at her, “I’d like that.” He took his hands off her shoulders and she walked past him in the other direction. He let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding and followed her out of the maze.

The final section of the fun house was dedicated to a section of curved mirrors. When Y/N reached the last one, Steve stood next to her and they laughed at their distorted reactions. The effect of the mirror inflated Y/N’s head but emphasized Steve’s lower half.

“What a cute couple,” Steve commented.

“It’s perfect, your ass distracts from my nose,” Y/N added, referring to their exaggerated reflections. Still, hearing her talk about his ass made him blush ever so slightly. They walked towards the exit of the fun house which was a giant spinning cylinder that you had to walk through.

“Now this is the barrel of love. It’s tradition to hold hands when you walk through.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked, slightly skeptical of his assertion.

“Yeah, my mom always held my hand when we walked through it.” While this fact was true, he knew she wouldn’t be able to turn him down.

“Do you use that on all your dates when you take them through the fun house?”

“You’re the first girl I’ve taken through here.”

She studied him, trying to figure him out, “Do you honestly expect me to believe you have hair like that and haven’t dated anyone?”

“Oh I’ve dated girls, but no one who I’ve deemed worthy to share the fun house with.”

“So you brought me, some random girl you just met?”

“You’re special.” She squinted, trying to figure out what he meant by that. So he added, “You’re a Bears fan,” as if it was obvious. That elicited a smile out of her and she warmed back up.

He walked toward her and held out his hand, which she eventually took. They walked through the barrel of love, hand in hand, smiles on their faces, and Steve thought if he died in this moment, he would die happy.

Once they were back on the grass, Steve turned to her and said, “How did you like it?”

“I loved it. I’ve never been through a fun house before.”

“Just like Grease, right?”

“Pretty close. You could definitely convince some future dates that this is a famous Fun House.”

“Oh, I can’t take any other girls in there,” he added.

“Why not?”

“Because it’ll always remind me of you.” They were still holding hands and he looked towards her as he said this. A faint blush crept up her cheeks, and she looked away but kept a firm grip on his hand.

“You barely know me,” she deflected.

“But I want to.”

“I don’t even know your last name.”

“Harrington. And are you a Buckley?”

“I am not. My last name is Y/L/N. Robin’s mom and my Dad are siblings.”

“Are you two close?”

“Yeah, considering we really only see each other a few times a year. I grew up with brothers so Robin is the closest I’ve had to a sister.”

As they passed several food stands, Y/N eyed the menus, realizing now how hungry she was.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Actually yes.”

“Then I know just the place.” Steve led the way, Y/N’s hand clutched tight in his. He never wanted to let go of her. They wove through the crowd as Steve navigated to the food stand he was looking for.

“Have you ever had a corn dog before?”

“I haven’t. We have a pretty specific formula for hot dogs in Chicago.”

“That settles it. We’re getting corndogs.” Steve walked up to the window and ordered them two corn dogs. He didn’t want to let go of her hand, but he had to grab his wallet from his back pocket. Once he paid, he handed the first corn dog over to Y/N and then took the second for himself. He led her over toward the condiment table where they took turns zig-zagging mustard over the breading.

Y/N grabbed a few napkins and they found a table to sit and eat for a minute. Steve opted for the seat next to her as opposed to the bench across from her and she didn’t seem to mind. He watched as she took her first bite, waiting for her reaction.

She nodded, “Okay, I see the appeal. This is pretty good.”

“It’s classic fair food, I had to give you the full experience.” As Steve took his first bite, he didn’t notice when a glob of mustard fell onto his perfectly clean white shirt. Y/N spotted it immediately and grabbed one of her napkins.

“Can’t take you anywhere,” she joked, as she wiped the mustard off his right pectoral.

“You’re one to talk,” Steve said, he brought the edge of his thumb to the corner of her mouth, where a smudge of mustard was waiting to be wiped.

“Thanks,” she grinned at him. She wasn’t sure when she got so comfortable with a complete stranger. He had this magnetism and she felt herself constantly wanting to be near him. She was intrigued by this small town boy and she wanted to know more.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she saw movement coming from the bench across from them.

“There you guys are! I should’ve known you’d be by the food.” Robin and Eddie had found them. Steve didn’t even realize how long they’d been gone.

“Sorry, I had to introduce Y/N to her first ever corn dog.”

All that Y/N had left remaining of the corn dog was the stick. “I hated it,” she joked.

“Well, Eddie and I were just talking about hitting up some of the games. Care to join?”

Steve looked to Y/N, letting her respond to the question. The smile on his face grew even further when she agreed. All he wanted to do was win her a prize.

The quartet made their way through each booth, partaking in ring toss, balloon darts, and carefully selecting a rubber duck from a flowing makeshift river in the hopes there was a star sticker placed on the bottom. Despite the countless tickets that were forfeited, the group had yet to collect any prizes, and Steve was not having that. Eddie and Robin were challenging each other in the shooting gallery, the competition rising with every round, but Steve had his sights set on another booth.

He lightly tapped Y/N on the shoulder and signaled for her to follow him. She did without question and they landed at the milk bottle stand. There was a pyramid of three milk bottles on a platform and three baseballs placed in front of the structure.

“Alright, what prize do you have your eye on?” he asked her.

She studied the border of the stand and pointed to an aquamarine stuffed bear with a shooting star on its white belly.

“The Care Bear?” he asked for clarification.

She shrugged and said, “They’re cute.”

He held up his hands and said, “No judgment here.” Steve called over the teen manning the booth and handed over his tickets, receiving three baseballs in the exchange.

“Steve, isn’t this game like notoriously rigged?”

“It is, but I know the strategy to win.”

“Oh you do?”

“I can’t tell you what it is, but I can show you.” Steve took the first baseball in his hand and threw it up a few inches in the air, getting a feel for the ball. He wound up and released, easily knocking the right hand bottle off the platform. The top bottle fell and landed on its side, still sitting on the platform in front of the bottle on the left. Steve picked up the second projectile and didn’t hesitate as he pitched it straight at the horizontal bottle. The resting bottle spun with force as it slid off the pedestal, taking the upright milk bottle with it.

“And that’s how it's done,” Steve smiled at Y/N. The booth attendant rolled his eyes before pulling down the Care Bear in the top corner. He handed the prize to Steve, who immediately handed it to Y/N.

The two looked at the stuffed bear, realizing it was some sort of knock off Care Bear with the eyes sewn crookedly, giving it a somewhat deranged appearance.

“Aw, he’s so ugly. I love him,” Y/N, squeezing the cheaply stuffed creature. “Every time I look into his crossed eyes, I’ll remember the moment Steve Harrington defied the odds of the milk bottle stand.” She looked up at him with a smile and he thought maybe this was his moment to make a move, but he was interrupted when Robin and Eddie found them again.

“What a creepy looking bear,” Eddie declared.

“He’s an original,” Y/N defended.

“We’re thinking one more ride and then we’ll head to the lake,” Robin offered. Y/N nodded her head in agreement and Steve had to hide his smile. He was glad Y/N wasn’t planning on leaving them after the fair.

Steve scanned around the fairgrounds, thinking through what the best last ride would be when his eye caught the Tunnel of Love across that way. How could he get her there? Eddie and Robin would never go for it, but could he sneak away from them…

“Don’t even think about it,” Robin whispered in his ear, as if reading his mind.

“Ferris wheel?” Eddie suggested. They all nodded in agreement and headed toward the center of the park. There was a bit of a line, but it always moved quickly. Steve noticed the sun was just about to set and he thought if he played his cards right, he could time this out perfectly. As they moved through the line, Steve tried to position himself near Y/N so that they would end up in the same car. But as soon as they got to the front of the line, Robin foiled his plans. She slid past Steve and grabbed Y/N’s hand, dragging her into the next cart.

Steve let out a frustrated sigh and watched as his friend stole away his perfect moment. Y/N looked back toward him with a sorry smile.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me,” Eddie commented, as they walked into the next cart.

“I don’t know why Robin is hell bent on cock blocking me.”

“She’s just trying to protect her cousin. You’d do the same thing.”

“Yeah but it’s me. She knows I’m harmless.”

“Well then maybe she’s trying to protect you.”

“Me? From what?”

“From falling in love,” Eddie suggested.

“I think it might be too late for that,” Steve admitted.

“Such a hopeless romantic,” Eddie tsked. They were moving up toward the top of the wheel and the sunset painted the sky a beautiful watercolor of pink, purple, and orange.

“You ever met someone you just instantly connect with? Someone who is so easy to be around and who you want to spend every second with? Someone you want to know everything about?”

Eddie pondered for a moment, “No. But I believe that it happens.” Steve looked out hopelessly at the sunset, thinking of nothing but the beautiful girl in the Bears shirt.

“Can I give you some advice?” Eddie asked.

“Sure. But no promises that I’ll follow it.”

“That’s fair,” Eddie agreed. “Just enjoy tonight. Don’t think about what happens when she goes back to Chicago. Be appreciative that you get to spend time with her now. And trust that if things are meant to be, they’ll happen.”

Steve considered his words carefully and realized Eddie’s advice was surprisingly high quality.

“That’s actually not a bad idea.”

“See? This is why you keep me around.”

The ferris wheel completed its last lap and started slowing down, allowing the riders ample time to unload, and soon they were off the ride. They circled up at the exit and walked together back toward the field of parked cars.

“You guys need a lift to the lake?” Eddie offered to Robin and Y/N. Steve shot daggers at him, slightly annoyed that he was losing even more time with the out-of-towner he fancied.

“Yeah, that’d be great!” Robin exclaimed.

“I’ll meet you guys there,” Steve commented, diverting from the group.

“Oh shit, I just remembered I took out the back seats of the van to make room for Gareth’s drum set. Harrington, do you mind driving Y/N?”

Eddie gave Steve a knowing look and Steve made a mental note to thank his friend later. “Yeah, no problem,” Steve replied, hoping he played it cool.

Eddie and Robin took off down the row of cars while Steve started walking in the other direction with Y/N.

“Thanks for driving me,” she smiled, accidentally grazing her shoulder with his bicep as she walked next to him.

“Well I couldn’t let you roll around in the back of Eddie’s van. You’re probably better off with me anyway. Eddie’s van always seems to be a few miles away from its next breakdown.”

They approached Steve’s car and he unlocked the doors and quickly ran to the passenger side to open the door for her.

“Oh yeah, I think I’ll be much more comfortable in the beemer.” Steve was suddenly embarrassed by his flashy car. It wasn’t his first choice, he would’ve much preferred something a little more…normal.

“It used to be my dad’s. He decided he wanted a new car and he gave me this one.”

“Seems very generous,” she commented.

“Eh, I think it was just another way for him to flash his money. Giving his teenage son a BMW.”

“Well at least you have a car. I don’t even know how to drive. I have to take the bus everywhere.”

“I’ll teach you how to drive,” he immediately offered.

She scoffed, “You’re gonna teach me how to drive in the next…sixteen hours?”

“Sure, come take the wheel and I’ll walk you through it.” Steve got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side. Y/N was still sitting in the front seat when Steve opened the door.

“Steve, I am not driving your BMW,” she laughed.

“Why not? This is the perfect place to learn. It’s a small town, the roads aren’t that crowded. And I’m a great teacher.”

“I don’t even have my permit,” she protested.

Steve shrugged, unfazed. “So? You’re not gonna get pulled over here.” She looked like she was debating things in her mind. “Come on, live a little,” he nudged. She looked up at him and sighed, knowing she couldn’t say no to him.

“Okay,” she said in disbelief. She climbed out of the front seat and walked around to sit behind the wheel.

She sat behind the car and Steve told her how to move the seat up so that her feet could reach the pedals.

“Now, before we get started, what sort of driving experience do you have?”

“None?” she offered with a tight smile.

“Bumper cars?” he suggested.

She shook her head, “Okay, no problem.” He started on the basics, explaining the difference between the gas and the clutch and how to operate the stick shift. Y/N sat there, mesmerized with the ease in which he explained everything. It all made sense but understanding the theory of driving and doing it were two separate things.

“Okay, you’re going to gently tap on the clutch as you turn the keys to start the car.” She nodded her head and followed his instruction. The car started humming with ease and Y/N turned to Steve with a brilliant smile on her face. He could have melted right then and there. “That’s perfect. Now keep your foot on the clutch and move into first gear. We’ll start slow until we get out of the lot.” She did as he instructed and the car was slowly moving as she pressed the gas. Steve talked her through her first turn, which took more effort than she was expecting. Once she was on the road, he talked her into a gear shift and she drove faster. She seemed nervous but exhilarated and Steve calmly talked her through all the motions, giving her more than enough time to follow his instructions. Before they knew it, they were pulling into the gravel lot that led to Lovers’ Lake. He talked her through how to put the car in park and once she cut the engine, she turned to him with a look of pure joy.

“I did it,” she smiled.

“Of course you did.”

She turned and looked at the steering wheel, “I was sure I was going to crash into something.” She fixed her gaze back on Steve, “You really are a great teacher.”

“You’re a really great student,” was what came out of his mouth. It wasn’t his finest comment but it didn’t seem to matter. She was looking at him with a sense of wonder. He leaned in a bit, thinking this could be his opening when he was interrupted by an insistent knock on his window. Robin’s face was pressed up on the glass and he could hear her say “What took you so long?”

Y/N let out a sigh and got out of the car. “Steve let me drive,” she provided as an explanation.

“But you don’t know how to drive,” Robin commented.

“She does now,” Steve smiled, sending a quick look Y/N’s way. Robin snaked her arm through her cousin’s and walked her toward the lake, filling her in on what she needed to know about the lake crowd.

“I owe you one,” Steve said, patting Eddie on the back.

“You owe me nothing. I just like to see my friends happy.”

“When did you become such a sap?” Steve teased.

“You must be wearing off on me.” The two boys approached the edge of the lake where their peers were already sipping beers and starting a bonfire.

Robin was introducing Y/N to a few of her classmates and Steve made his rounds and grabbed a beer from the cooler. He wanted to go scoop Y/N up again, but he decided to wait until Robin had a few beers in her and would be distracted by her crush on Vickie. So he hung back with Eddie.

He wasn’t sure what they talked about or how long they stayed there, but Steve hit the point when he needed another beer so he left Eddie in favor of the cooler. As he cracked a fresh can of Budweiser, he felt a chill go up his spine and he scanned the crowd, looking for his dream girl. Sure enough, she was still here but Robin was no longer by her side. She had been cornered by Billy Hargrove and he knew nothing good would come from this. He took a big sip of his beer for courage and walked over there.

“This guy bothering you?” Steve called over to Y/N as he approached the duo. Y/N looked at him with relieved eyes and he knew he interjected at the right time.

“Harrington, what a lovely surprise,” Billy said sarcastically, turning to face Steve.

“Leave her alone, Billy. She’s not interested,” he said, standing in a protective stance in front of Y/N.

“And how would you know?”

“Because there is no way a girl that beautiful is single,” he said.

“It’s okay if you’re not single. It can be our little secret,” Billy whispered the last part.

“I know this might come as a shock to you, but some of us have morals. So go take your lingering gaze somewhere else,” Steve asserted. Bucky stared him down, calculating if it was worth his time to stay and fight back or if he had a better chance getting laid elsewhere. The latter option seemed to win out as he crushed his lit cigarette under his boot and left them with “Your loss.”

He wandered off, in search of his next target and Steve turned around to face Y/N.

“Did Robin not warn you about him?” Steve asked.

“She did, but he sort of pulled a sneak attack and before I could get myself out of it, you saved me.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that douchebag.”

“It’s okay. It wasn’t that bad.”

“Do you need another one of those?” he asked, signaling to her empty beer. She nodded and the two of them walked back to the supply of alcohol. Steve grabbed a beer for her and another for himself and they cracked them together and took long sips.

“Um, Steve,” she called, getting his attention, “I don’t have a boyfriend. Just so you know.”

He nodded at her, “I know, but Billy doesn’t need to know that,” Steve grinned. She felt the need to clarify her relationship status. That had to be a good thing, right? By this point, the sky was dark and the only light was coming from the bonfire. He noticed a quick shiver run through Y/N and he knew it would only get worse as the temperature dropped.

“Are you cold?” he asked. Her face told him she was but she struggled to respond. “I’m fine,” she said.

“I don’t believe you,” he commented. He nudged his head to the right, where his car was parked, and started walking over there. She followed in his wake and as soon as he reached the car, he opened the door to the backseat and pulled out a light gray Members Only jacket. He shook it out before wrapping the jacket around her shoulders.

She considered protesting, but she was grateful for the extra layer and the smell of Steve’s cologne surrounding her.

“Thanks,” she smiled. She easily slid her arms into the sleeves, and hugged the jacket around her. Steve started back towards the group of teens when Y/N lightly grabbed his arm to stop him. He felt tingles shoot up his arm at her touch and instinctively turned around to make sure she was okay.

“Um, is there somewhere else we could go. Maybe a little more…quiet?”

“Yeah, yeah. I can, uh, I’ll show you my favorite spot.” He held out his hand and felt butterflies in his stomach when she took it and leaned in close to him.

“Sorry, it’s just been a lot of new people and I feel like I’ve been repeating myself all night.”

“No worries. I can only imagine. We don’t get a lot of outsiders here.” They walked to the edge of the lake and away from the noise of the party.

“It’s so pretty out here,” she sighed, looking out over the moonlit lake.

“Yeah it’s sort of become our spot this summer. People come to hang out on the weekend and the cops kind of turn a blind eye to it.”

“That’s awesome. We have Lake Michigan but it's nothing like this. And we definitely couldn’t drink like this out there. We usually just cram into someone’s basement, which gets old really fast.”

“I would kill to experience something like that,” Steve said, imagining growing up in the city.

She chuckled, “The grass is always greener right?”

“Do you want to leave the city?”

“Eventually. I’ve always had that dream of a house in the suburbs with the white picket fence. Just somewhere nice and safe to raise some kids.”

Steve smiled and nodded at her, having a similar goal. “I feel the same way. But I’d love to spend a few years in the city.”

“You should. It’s fun. There’s always something going on.”

“Maybe I’ll figure my life out and get there someday,” he suggested.

“You will,” she encouraged. Steve skimmed the rocky shore, searching for a flat stone that he could skip across the water.

“You ever skip rocks?” Steve asked.

She smiled and nodded, “My dad showed me when I was little.”

“I come out here to skip rocks sometimes. It helps me think.” He picked up a smooth rock and side armed it so it skimmed across the water, skipping four times. Y/N followed his lead, tossing her own rock that skipped five times, landing just past his. He looked at her with an impressed smile.

“What do you think about?” she asked.

He skipped another rock and said, “Life. Where I want to go to college. What I want to do with my life. How I’m gonna be a disappointment to my parents.” He hung his head at that last part.

She turned her gaze to him and placed a gentle hand on his arm, “Hey, you don’t know that.”

“I just don’t see any world where I’m good enough.”

“Steve,” she said gently, saddened by his words. “I don’t know you very well, but in just a few hours I can tell you succeed in anything you put your mind to. Hell, you taught me how to drive in about 20 minutes.” A small smile squeaked out. “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” she added.

“Spoken like a true therapist,” he joked.

“Hey, I don’t know. I might have a future in rock skipping.” She tossed another stone across the water and counted seven jumps before it sank to the bottom.

“I know, you’re embarrassing me here,” Steve skipped another stone, only landing four skips. “You probably could’ve won yourself a Care Bear.”

“Yeah, but then I wouldn’t have the opportunity to tell my friends about the cute Indiana boy who won me a teddy bear.”

Steve was blushing and fighting the smile creeping up his face. Y/N looked up at him with another smile.

“Can I ask you something?” she said, turning towards him.

“Yeah, anything.”

“Are you gonna make a move?” She asked bluntly. The beer had definitely given her a little more confidence and Steve was surprised to be called out.

“Do you want me to make a move?” he asked. He stopped looking for rocks and focused his attention on her.

“I thought I made that pretty clear,” she said, taking one step closer to him.

“Well I didn’t want to make any assumptions,” he said, moving even closer. They were inches away and he couldn’t get enough of the smell of her perfume.

“I only ask because I will make the first move, but guys don’t always take well to that.” She was looking up at him, their faces inches away.

“Those guys are morons. There is nothing sexier than a girl who goes after what she wants.”

A mischievous smile spread across her face. She grabbed the collar of his white T-shirt and pulled him slowly into her. When his mouth was millimeters away from hers, she angled her head up ever so slightly and leaned into him, her lips softly grazing his in an extremely sensual kiss. Steve could’ve sworn he imagined the whole thing. Her grip on his T-shirt was the only signal to him that this was real. Sure, he had kissed girls before, but never like this. The kiss was tender, yet filled with so much tension and yearning. He felt tingles down to his toes. She teased his lips with a quick brush of her tongue and then she carefully pulled away, much to his dismay. He kept his lips pouted and his eyes closed, hoping she would pull him back in again. After a second, he opened his eyes and saw her standing in front of him with her bottom lip nestled between her teeth. She was awaiting a verdict before she progressed any further.

“I’ve been waiting all night to do that,” he grinned like a child.

“Really?” she cooed.

He simply nodded his head and said, “From the moment I saw you. And then I talked to you and found out you’re an amazing person and I knew I was doomed.”

She blushed and smiled up at him. Her hand dropped from his shirt and Steve scooped it up into his before it brushed along her side.

“Can we do that again?” she asked.

“Absolutely.”

This time, he took the lead. He placed his free hand on her neck and leaned in close, connecting their lips with a careful urgency. He took her hand he was holding and guided it to his shoulder, so that he could place his hand on her hip. He deepened the kiss, seeking access to her pretty mouth which she granted. The second his tongue entered her mouth she let out an unconscious moan and Steve immediately felt his jeans get tighter. All the build up and sexual tension throughout the night was worth it for this very moment.

He wanted nothing more than to keep this going, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself, and she wasn’t a girl he wanted to have hurried sex with in the woods. Steve tried to slow things down, not wanting to rush into anything. And as much as he wanted to kiss her forever, he also wanted to treasure the little time he had with her and to get to know her better.

He slowly pulled away, planting small pecks on his lips as he did.

“As much as I would love to continue kissing you all night, we should slow down before I lose control of myself.”

She blushed and peered down at her shoes, before making eye contact with Steve again. She nodded, agreeing with his sentiment. He gave her another peck on the lips and ran his hand down her cheek as he said, “You are so beautiful.” They stood there for a moment, just standing in their shared bubble and baring into each other's souls.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Steve ran back to his car, and searched through his trunk, hoping to find what he was looking for. He smiled when he located his beach blanket and pulled it out of the back. He ran back to Y/N on the shore of the lake, laid out the blanket and sat down, ushering her toward him. He laid back on the blanket and guided her head to his chest. Then he pulled out his walkman and turned the volume all the way up. The music played out of his headphones but it was loud enough for the two of them to hear it.

They laid there together, looking up at the stars and making easy conversation. Steve didn’t want this night to end. He took Eddie’s advice to heart, and enjoyed the present moment, doing everything he could to commit her smell to memory. She ran easy fingers over his chest as he played with her hair, planting the occasional kiss on the top of her head.

Their bubble broke too soon, as Robin called for Y/N, letting her know their ride was there. She let out a sigh as she sat up, not wanting this moment to end.

“I think that’s my cue,” she said sadly. Steve stood and helped her onto her feet.

“Thank you Steve. This is truly a night I will remember for the rest of my life. I’m really glad I met you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug and he gripped her waist and picked her up off the group ever so slightly. As he returned her to the ground, she placed her hands on his shoulders and looked up at him with the biggest smile. He leaned in to give her a deep goodbye kiss, one that he hoped evoked all the emotions he was feeling. Their dramatic goodbye was interrupted yet again by Robin, calling out the two love birds.

“Can I, like, get your number or something?” he asked her.

She sighed and looked down, “Tonight was absolutely perfect. But I don’t want to complicate it or ruin it. If things are meant to work out between us, they will. For now, let’s just see where we end up.”

He leaned his forehead against hers in disappointment, “You’re killing me, you know that?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just not our time yet.” He knew she was right, a long distance relationship wouldn’t be enough for him. He wanted to see her every day and talk about nothing. So for now, he would look back on this night with fondness.

“Goodbye Steve. Thank you for making my trip to Hawkins memorable.” She gave his hand one tight squeeze and then she ran off to her cousin. Steve watched her go, hoping he didn’t regret not fighting harder for her. When he returned to his car, he smiled when he had to adjust the seat of his car back to its normal position. As he drove home, he replayed every minute of the night, wanting to remember every single second. He was glad he waited until the end of the night to initiate anything. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable and rush her into anything.

When he pulled into the driveway, he didn’t even feel close to tired. It was like he just left a concert, the buzz and adrenaline rush running through him as his ears were gently ringing. He kept thinking about how special she was and he sincerely hoped he would see her again. As he turned off the ignition, he reached into the back seat to grab his jacket, only to find that it wasn’t there. It registered that his jacket was still wrapped around Y/N’s shoulders when she departed. What he did feel in the backseat was a stuffed animal. He turned around and was pleasantly surprised to find Wish Bear sitting in his backseat. He let out a small laugh and shook his head, before grabbing the stuffed animal to bring inside.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fluff

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months

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From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

Prologue

Chapter One

November 6th, 1983

" - I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you, I know you were right believing for so long - ," Chrissy Henderson was cut off by a pillow to the face. "Nancy Wheeler!"

"Shut up!" Nancy hissed.

Chrissy giggled as she collapsed on the bed next to her. They were sitting in Nancy's room while Chrissy's brother and Nancy's played Dungeons and Dragons down in the basement.

"Oh, come on, what's the point of being your friend if I can't tease you mercilessly about you and Steve?" Chrissy asked.

"All we did was make out," Nancy rolled her eyes.

"And you like him," Chrissy said.

"He's cute," she shrugged.

"You like him," Chrissy sang. "Admit it."

"Okay, so, I do. . .what if he doesn't like me?" Nancy asked.

"He wouldn't be showing interest in you if he didn't like you," Chrissy sighed.

"He's just. . . slept with a lot of women," Nancy said.

"I didn't think you were the kind of girl who listens to rumors, Nance," Chrissy sighed, making a clucking noise of disapproval. "Shame. . . Three isn't a lot."

"How do you know?" Nancy asked.

"I've known him since before I was adopted. Of the jocks to date, he's the one you'd want," Chrissy said. "He's good."

"Tommy and Carol?" Nancy asked.

"Oh, no, they're assholes. Tommy's been Steve’s friend for as long as he can remember. It's hard to walk away from that," she said.

"How come you never dated Steve?" Nancy asked.

"I think it's because our asshole parents wanted us to date that made us not want to," Chrissy replied.

"That makes sense," Nancy said.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Robin, Nancy's fraternal twin sister, came blundering in.

"Coming through!" Robin exclaimed.

"What did I say about coming into my room without knocking?!" Nancy shrieked. "Asshole! What are you doing?"

Robin whistled cheerfully as she began digging through Nancy's closet.

"Making sure you didn't steal my clothes again," Robin said.

"Why in the hell would I ever do that?" Nancy asked.

"To annoy your darling older sister," Robin replied and pulled a pink top out of the closet. "What's this then?"

"It's pink, so it's mine," she replied. "By the way, I'm older!"

"Looks dark to me," Robin grinned. "So, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing," Nancy hissed.

"Boys," Chrissy replied with a grin.

"Chrissy!" Nancy hissed.

"Ew, gross. Well, I'm out of here. The boys are wrapping it up downstairs," Robin said.

Robin left with Nancy's shirt. Nancy groaned and threw a pillow at the door.

"Ugh, I can't believe we ever shared a womb," Nancy groaned.

"Speaking of siblings, I'm pretty sure mine is going to come up here soon with an excuse to talk to you," Chrissy giggled. "So be nice."

"What are you talking about? I'm always nice," Nancy said, but she was fighting a smile.

"I love you, Nancy, but no, you're not," Chrissy giggled. "Not all the time."

Speak the devil, and the devil shall appear. Dustin stood in the doorway, holding a pizza box.

"Hey, Nance, there's one more pizza if you want it," Dustin said.

"No, thank you," Nancy said.

"I'll take it, though. Thanks for asking me if I wanted it. . . Butthead," Chrissy said, and Nancy raised her eyebrow. "Oh, I'm his sister, I'm allowed to be mean to him."

Chrissy chewed happily on the pizza as she escorted her brother downstairs. She finished before walking through the kitchen.

"Thanks for having us, Mrs. Wheeler," Chrissy said.

"You're more than welcome. Tell your mom I said hello. Get home safe, you two," Mrs. Wheeler said.

"Yes, ma'am," they said before walking outside.

It was cool outside, not too cool, but enough to make Chrissy shiver a little when she picked up her bike. She was saving up to buy her own car, and though shifts at Benny's diner didn't offer much, she enjoyed working there. She rode behind Dustin and Will, keeping an eye on them with a fond smile.

"Race you to our place?" Dustin asked Will. "Winner gets any comic."

"Any comic?" Will asked delightfully before racing ahead.

"Hey! Hey! I didn't say go! I'm going to kill you!" Dustin yelled.

"Slow down, guys!" Chrissy laughed as she sped up.

"I'll take your X-Men 134!" Will yelled.

"Hey, Will, you sure you don't want me to ride back to your place with you?!" Chrissy asked as she usually did.

"I'm fine! Thank you!" Will hollered as he sped off.

"Son of a bitch!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Well, you should know better than to bet against Will the Wise," Chrissy said with a smile as she put her bike away.

"Yeah, yeah," Dustin huffed as he walked inside the house with his sister.

Chrissy greeted their mother with a kiss and scratched behind Mews' ear.

"How'd your game go, Dusty? Did you win?" Claudia asked with a grin, and Chrissy bit her lip to stop from laughing.

"That's not how it works, mom!" Dustin exclaimed before launching into the replay.

"I'm going to bed. Goodnight! Good luck, mom!" Chrissy exclaimed as she headed towards the bedroom.

Her room was well lived in with pink walls and blue curtains. Her bedspread was a floral blue and unmade. . .oops. There were clothes thrown about but not too terribly, and they were mostly out of the way. Photographs littered the wall of a smiling, happy Chrissy with her proper family. Her favorite was one with her brother in a fort in the living room after a couple of weeks living there, reading Charlotte's Web. Dustin had spent so much time trying to make her feel better, trying to spin a negative into a positive. It worked. After Dustin went on about how intelligent pigs were, Chrissy went out and bought a little pig figurine to put on her dresser. She got a spider one for Dustin, which now sits happily on his own dresser. Now, whenever she thinks of pigs and she looks at the pig, she thinks of happy memories of her brother.

"Hey, Wilbur," she greeted and touched his snout.

Chrissy was about to start undressing when there came a tap on her bedroom window. She jumped and whirled around, clutching the sweater to her chest even though she wasn't even naked.

"Argyle!" Chrissy exclaimed and threw her sweater on the bed before opening her window.

"Hey, Fair Lady," Argyle grinned. "Wanted to return this book to you."

"You couldn't have returned it when you stopped by cheer practice tomorrow?" Chrissy asked, taking it.

"Oh. Yeah, I could have done that," Argyle said, and he sighed. "It's amazing, isn't it?"

"What is?" Chrissy asked.

"It seems like only yesterday that we were meeting at Benny's diner, and you were serving me food. . .now, here we are," Argyle said. "Isn't it funny how time works? I want you to know that I'm going to look back on our friendship fondly."

"Argyle. . .we met two weeks ago," Chrissy giggled and then paused. "Wait, did your dad finally decide if he wants to put a Surfer Boy here?"

"He didn't tell me yet. He wants to tell the whole family when we get back to California," Argyle said. "I'm going to miss you, Lady Henderson."

"You as well, sir Argyle," Chrissy said with a grin. "I really hope that you'll be able to move to Hawkins. Although, you might miss California."

"I go wherever my story takes me," Argyle said with a grin. "And this place is as beautiful to me as California. Goodnight, Chrissy."

She watched him walk off into the darkness, and she smiled. She got dressed, brushed her teeth, and slipped underneath the covers before reaching over to turn off the light. Chrissy drifted off to sleep, hoping that the next day would be just as good.

The next day. . .

Chrissy met Barb and Nancy at Nancy's locker. She could already guess what they were talking about.

"I'm telling you, it's a one - two time thing!" Nancy exclaimed as she opened her locker, and a note fell out.

MEET ME IN THE BATHROOM. - STEVE.

"You were saying?" Barb asked.

Nancy rolled her eyes at Barb and bit her lip, hesitating.

"It's okay if you want to go," Chrissy said, nudging her. "We'll be fine."

Nancy smiled gratefully at her before rushing off to meet Steve.

"I can't wait until Steve loses interest, but I do wish he would stop messing with her," Barb sighed.

"That's a rotten thing to say," Chrissy frowned.

"Oh, come on, Steve Harrington is notorious for leaving women high and dry," Barb said, rolling her eyes.

"It sounds like you're basing an opinion on silly rumors from other people," Chrissy said. "I thought you were better than that, Barbara. How about you get to know him before you start judging him?"

"Ugh! Why do you have to be right? Yeah, okay, so maybe that is shitty of me, but I just don't want this thing between him and Nancy to be serious is all," Barb said.

"Why?" Chrissy asked.

"It's - It's nothing," Barb said, blushing.

"You're my friend, too, Barb. Whenever you're ready to talk to me, I'm here," Chrissy said softly.

"Yeah, okay, let's get to class, I do not want to be late," Barb said, sniffling.

After school, Chrissy was walking to cheer practice when she spotted Jason Carver waiting for her. She sighed and pinched her nose before painting a forced smile on her face.

"Jason," she greeted politely.

"Hey, Chrissy," Jason smiled. "I was just wondering - "

"No," Chrissy said shortly.

"You didn't let me finish," Jason said.

"I know what you were going to say, and the answer is no. It's always no," Chrissy said. "Now, leave me alone."

"Come on, Chrissy, what's other people going to say when you're the only cheerleader without a boyfriend?" Jason asked.

"The fact that you care about that is sad. I am not the only cheerleader without a boyfriend, and quite frankly, I don't give two shits about what other people think. Doing that for my birth mother nearly killed me. You'd spend your time better doing the same," Chrissy said. "I do not want to date you, and I've tried to be nice about it, but quite frankly, I am tired of you being my shadow."

Jason was about to say something when he looked up and his eyes widened.

"Is there a problem?" Hopper's voice asked.

"No, sir," Jason said quickly. "I, um, going to go."

"That would be a good idea," Hopper said.

"Oh, I thought he was going to - ," Chrissy said, turning around and stopping when she saw Hopper's face. "What's wrong?"

"When Will rode away from your house last night, did you notice anything strange?" Hopper asked.

"No," Chrissy said. "Why?"

"Will hasn't been seen since last night," Hopper replied softly.

"Oh no! I knew I should have rode back with him!" Chrissy gasped.

"Hey, hey, it's not your fault. I just questioned your brother and his friends," Hopper said. "Thought you should know in case you wanted to check on him. I need to get back to it."

He squeezed her shoulder before walking away. Chrissy frowns, and that's when she spotted Heather. She ran over to her.

"Hey, can you tell the others I won't be able to make it cheer practice this evening?" Chrissy asked. "My brother needs me."

"Is everything okay?" Heather asked.

"I don't know yet," she replied and started heading towards the middle school.

She found Dustin huddled with Lucas and Mike. Dustin looked at her with surprise.

"Don't you have cheer practice?" Dustin asked.

"Skipping it entirely. The Chief told me what happened," Chrissy said softly. "Are you boys alright?"

"We need to look for Will," Mike said.

"The first thing you need to do is go home and be with your parents. Let Hopper handle this," Chrissy said. "Look, maybe an animal spooked him, and he's hiding somewhere. You're not helping Will or your parents if you get lost too."

When they got home, Chrissy made sure to call Argyle and update him before calling in sick to work. Dinner was a quiet affair. . .well, mostly. Claudia tried to get Dustin to eat or talk, but after several moments, he pushed his plate away.

"I'm not very hungry. Can I go lay down?" Dustin asked.

"Sure thing, honey," Claudia said and watched him leave. "Oh, I should probably check on him."

"Give him a few minutes, mom, and then we check on him," Chrissy said. "I'll clean up."

After cleaning up, Chrissy and Claudia went to Dustin's room to check on him, only to find it empty. The window was wide open.

"Goddamn it," Chrissy cursed.

Chapter Two

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siconetribal · 20 days

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Put it on My Tab Part 12

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 @wordsfromshona @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m @dakotali @antiquecultist

Warning: Mild swearing, Jason is in trouble, Siblings will be siblings

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

I'll probably be out of commission for a couple weeks due to a surgery that's coming up soon. I'll try to have part 13 out before then though. Thanks for always reading!

Timothy “Tim” Jackson Drake was gifted with high intellect since birth. Coupled with the training he has received from Batman and Nightwing, he was a force to be reckoned with and proved worthy of the Robin title time and time again. Now as the Red Robin, he continued his work with his Batfamily.

Tonight was supposed to be nothing more than routine work. Acquire the target (most likely by force), extract the necessary information (most likely through force), and use the data to get to their true goal. As expected, things were going down the track of ‘by force’. The target ordered his henchman to try to stop them and ran when it was evident they were unable to stop them. The chase was on, and the man went flying through a window. The location mattered little since it was vacant, or so Tim thought. He noticed the barista only after he turned to speak to the first Robin. From there, everything diverted.

He silently observed the young woman who wisely chose to turn a blind eye to their work, but he also kept an eye on his partner. Nightwing showed great interest in this young woman, more so than he would any other civilian that happened to be in the vicinity of their work. The amount of time he said her name and how he said it were also telling.

He’s not warning her, so why is he constantly saying her name? When she turned her back to them to make the drinks, he turned to his eldest brother to ask him what he was thinking but stopped himself at what he saw.

So this is the famous young lady who’s got our Grumpy in such a fix. She’s certainly cute and pretty sharp, too. Is that why he’s not given her the money yet? Nightwing gently rubbed his chin as he contemplated on what to do. This was purely a stroke of luck on his end, since Red Robin had done the tracking and surveil on tonight’s target. We can’t just leave her with a broken window. She’s even managed to stay calm enough to take our order instead of becoming a mess. What ever shall I do? The right corner of his lip slowly tipped upwards into a smirk as an excellent idea came to mind. He pulled out something and a $100 bill. He folded the bill around the other piece just before she turned around with their drinks.

“Perfect,” he smiled in approval. “Thanks again, Y/N, and here, something for your troubles.” He winked, slipping it into the tip jar before grabbing the tied up man. “Until next time,” he flashed her a grin as Red Robin held the door open and the two walked out as if they had not just come crashing through one of the windows. Red Robin watched Y/N as she slowly looked around at her surroundings. He could not help but wonder why she was so interesting.

That fateful night, Tim had made it his goal to find out what he could about her. He knew asking the elder vigilante would not produce much information, but he asked anyway. The non-answer of ‘no reason’ and ‘it’s nothing’ were provided. Red flags that meant there was indeed something. With the spelling of her name and place of employ, he began to dig. He was a detective after all, a good mystery was always enticing, and there was nothing better to do while they waited for the next move of the organization they were monitoring.

Y/N stared at her phone for what felt like an eternity. Citlalli had been watching her for the last forty or so minutes since her loud and angry proclamation of ‘I’m going to text this ghosting hotshot pretty boy and demand he pay me the due money and leave me alone’. It was a sudden outburst in the middle of their takeout dinner that had been abnormally silent until then. It was then the young Latina had learned two things. One, he had not texted. Two, Y/N was going insane waiting for him to text, which was rare and quite entertaining.

Daaaaaamn, no text yet? It's been what, three weeks now? And she’s made no effort to reach out? There’s no way in hell she’d forget, she’s slavin’ away tryna get it cleared. But I thought he’d have reached out by now. Poor mija, she’s really out of luck. She watched as Y/N picked up the device, angrily tapped away at the screen, read whatever she typed, paused, deleted the text, placed it back down, and slump. This is what, her sixth time? It was funny at first, but now it's just crazy. “Just text his ass already!”

“Text him what exactly? He’s the one that texted ‘Hi’ from my phone to himself! Technically, he should be texting me!” Y/N threw her arms in the air before crossing them tightly, glaring at her phone. “Augh, forget it! I'll just text him whatever!” Grabbing it once more.

<So, Wonder Boy, when you said you'll ‘send me the details’, was it code for ‘never gonna happen’ or are you saving some DID as the capeless crusader?> She proudly hit the send button, shoving any and all nausea and regret from anxiety down into the depths as best she could.

“That proud of your message, huh? What did you send?” Citlalli curiously asked, reaching for the phone in Y/N’s hands when it suddenly buzzed. Y/N jumped, sending it flying into the air. She juggled the little rectangle a bit as it buzzed a few more times, narrowly saving it from crashing onto the floor. “What the hell was that for?!”

“I didn’t expect it to vibrate all of a sudden,” Y/N scowled, waking the screen to see it was a text from the one and only ‘Your Hero’. She froze on the spot and Citlalli pushed her cheek into Y/N’s to see the screen and gasped.

“Holy shit, he texted back?! Are you sure he said he was going to text you first? Cause it looks like he was waiting on you.”

“I know what he said! I have no idea why he’s texting now. And some space, ya crazy!” She lightly nudged her friend to move and unlocked the thread.

<SHIT!>

<I swear I got busy with work. Also, what’s a DID? And didn’t I say to stop calling me that?> Y/N rolled her eyes at his texts, pulling up the keyboard.

<Didn’t you also say you’d text me details? And just so you know, it stands for Damsel In Distress.>

<Touche, lol. And noted, I’ll be sure to update the name of my file.>

<I’m reading.>

“What’s he saying?” Citlalli eagerly leaned in closer once more. “Don’t just sit there texting, that’s rude! I'm here, too! Don't make me get my chancla!”

“Ok, ok, relax! Sheesh, you don't always need to choose violence. He said he got tied up with work and has offered to make it up to me.”

“Oh, how so? By paying for the hotel and buying us a new apartment? What, don't give me that look! He could buy a neighborhood and still be fine!” Citlalli scoffed. “A girl can dream of a proper kitchen.” She grumbled, leaning back into the sofa.

“I'm sure he could but I haven't gotten the chance to tell him about the bill because the last time we met, I was a little preoccupied trying to kick out trouble.” Citlalli colorfully cursed out her cousin in rapid Spanish for not only trying to trouble her best friend, but for trampling on Y/N’s chances with a Wayne.

“Cici, it’s fine! Really, I got his number at least. I'll figure out a way to bring it up in person. Deep breaths, ok?” She gently coaxed her fired up friend back into a more zen state before looking at her phone again.

<TBD. I’m wrapping a few things on my end. I'll be able to give you all of my attention after that, sweetheart.>

So he did call me that last time. Is that just a thing he does, like how older waitresses and nurses tend to call people ‘sweetie’ or ‘honey’? She eyed Citlalli from the corner of her eye and shifted over, feigning getting comfortable, to avoid any misunderstanding. <I look forward to seeing how different all your attention is to now.>

<Ouch, lol! But fair, I fucked up on this one. I deserve that. You can hold me to it, just give me some time.>

<Also, you can just text me if you’re bored or wanna talk.> His next text popped up onto the screen.

<What about work?> She rolled her eyes at his new promise, though a small smile began to tug at the corners of her lips. Citlalli watched her dear friend curl up just like she did when reading a good book.

<I’ll make time for you.>

<Also, text me when you’re in trouble.>

<Yeah, you are. Never met a gal who charged for questions and refused to ask for my mame.>

<Don't let me distract you and potentially endanger your fine derriere. Night, Little Lordling.> Slipping her phone into her pocket, she sat there with a smug look of victory to which Citlalli laughed.

“What happened?”

“He said he's going to let me know the details as soon as he's got work wrapped up and I'm allowed to keep him to his word.”

“Oh? Well that's promising. Seems like the two of you are getting along quite well.”

“Oh no, don't even go there, Cici. I know that look! I don't need you trying to match make me like your grandmother does. This is purely business, Platonic if more, and it's going to end once he pays the bill.

“Mmmhmmmm, sure, whatever you say, mija. On that note, we need to head to bed. We have the morning shift.”

“Must you remind me?” Y/N groans, forcing herself out of the comfortable position and stretching. “I’m just grateful Mr. D didn't take the window outta my paycheck. Thank you, security cameras for proof.”

“I still can’t believe it happened! The café was said to be in a safer part of town! The cops are due to come in some time today or tomorrow from what I know. You'll have to give them your account on what happened to get a proper report filed for compensation from the city.”

Fiddlesticks, I forgot that’s supposed to happen! What do I even say? Her shoulders sagged, and her head dropped backwards. I say one thing they don't like, and Nightwing will definitely make my life a living hell. He doesn't kill, but he does know how to torture, I’m sure of it! She wondered how they intended to get the information they wanted and what methods they would use on her. The thought made her shudder.

“Y/N, hey, are you ok?” Citlalli waved her hand in front of her face.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine. Just,” she paused for a moment. “Just tired, it’s crazy thinking that was just two nights ago. Never thought I’d serve one famous person, let alone two, and vigilantes at that. I should sleep, can't look like some dead zombie, or they might think we're pulling a fast one.” She forced a yawn and walked into her bedroom, wishing her friend a good night.

The precinct office was a buzz with its usual hustle and bustle. There was rarely a dull moment thanks to the nightly work of the vigilantes that ruled the night. Many of the officers hated them, feeling as if they were failures and their pride bruised by the ‘handouts’ left at their doorstep. The commissioner was not of that mindset, though, and the newer recruits even idolized the lawbreaking individuals.

“Detective, are you ready to head out? We’ve got a bunch of shops claiming they got damaged by those masked weirdos. I rather we get this shit don't and over with as soon as possible. Those freaks in tights are more trouble than they are help!” The older detective gruffly grumbled his complaints, waiting for his partner. He was a younger detective, a greenhorn that was better than most veterans, which rubbed all the seasoned personnel the wrong way, but they had to admit it.

“Come now, they aren’t all that bad. I’d say a few of them are a bit dashing in their own rights.” The young man stood from his seat, making sure his things were in place. “Plus, I just got back from my medical leave, can’t you keep your grumbling down to a minimum? These people didn’t ask for all this damage control.”

“I did not miss your attitude.” He sneered. “C’mon, get your ass in gear. We gotta go.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” He scoffed, walking out of the precinct as they headed towards the first location. It was the first on the list only because it promised dome good fuel for the day.

“Hello detectives, thank you for coming on such short notice.” The man greeted them at the door, letting them into the busy establishment. “Please, follow me to my office.” He quickly led them to the back, catching the eye of one of the employees. Signaling them to follow, he let them get comfortable before the employee arrived. “This is Y/N, she was the employee who was present at the time of the incident.”

“I’ll handle it from here. Nolan, why don’t you go with the owner and get the surveillance footage?” The younger detective offered. With a grunt of approval, the two men left. “Y/N, was it? Please, have a seat. It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Detective Richard Grayson, but you can just call me Detective Dick or Grayson.” He flashed her a charming smile.

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Late Again? - Stranger Things - Steddie - PG

Rating: PG | cw: mentions of sex | tags: fluff, rich Steve, post Vecna

Prompt: Love is being late to work because you can’t ever say goodbye in a reasonable amount of time (@sharpbutsoft)

A/N: Written for @steddielovemonth day 14. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone. Hope you are having a great day full of love be it platonic or romantic.

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Late Again?: Love Is Too Compelling!

“You should just quit,” Eddie said, doing his very best to drag Steve back to bed.

“And leave Robin alone?” he replied, slipping out of his boyfriend’s grip. “I couldn’t. She took a year out so she could earn some money for college, and I won’t leave to her deal with Keith on her own.”

“Let me guess, you offered to give her the money and she said no,” Eddie said, flopping back onto the pillows.

“Yep,” he said, searching around for his work vest. “She’s being stubborn, wants to earn her own way. I’ve tried explaining that since my Grandpa died I have more money than I know what to do with, but she keeps telling me I might need it in the future. It was hard enough to get her to let me pay for some proper driving lessons. Her dad is great, but good at teaching driving he is not.”

“I’ve seen her dad drive,” Eddie agreed, “he’s almost as erratic as his daughter.”

“They do take after one another sometimes,” Steve said, holding his prize aloft when he finally found his vest down the back of the nightstand.

They might have been somewhat enthusiastic the previous evening given how their clothes seemed to be in very random places. Not that Steve would ever complain. His sex life with Eddie was amazing, which went right along with how much he had fallen in love with his metalhead boyfriend.

“Please come back,” Eddie whined. “Just for five minutes.”

“You mean like yesterday’s five minutes?” he responded. “If I am late again, Robin might actually tell Keith, and I’ll have to sit through another one of his lectures about company loyalty and responsibility.”

He was very glad to find he still had plenty of clean underwear in the drawer when he pulled it open. Laundry day was a way off yet, thank heavens.

“Am I not worth it?” was Eddie’s next gamble in the dragging him back to bed game.

“Of course you’re worth it,” he said, leaning down for a quick kiss on the way to the bathroom, “but I happen to have the keys today.”

“I shall lay here and pine away thinking of how I have been abandoned,” Eddie added with huge drama.

“Write me a new song,” Steve shot back, sticking his head back into the bedroom after grabbing his toothbrush. “You know how hot I think that is.”

“I feel like an old-timey bard with a rich benefactor,” Eddie replied.

“Yeah, well when you and the band are rich and famous, I’ll be your kept man, okay?” he said with a laugh.

Eddie had tried to find a job in town after he had been begrudgingly allowed to graduate, but no one would hire him. Even though he had been completely exonerated and even made into a bit of a hero by Owens’ carefully created cover story, Hawkins was slow to believe. After Steve’s grandfather had died and he’d inherited a ridiculously large amount of money and the house in Hawkins, which it turned out his parents had never owned, Steve had offered to give Eddie the time and space to chase his dream.

It had taken some persuading, but neither of them planned to go anywhere until the kids were graduated, just in case it wasn’t as over as everyone said, so Eddie had finally acquiesced. Eddie had a set up in the basement where the band could also practice and, these days, he’d just about moved in permanently too. Technically he and Wayne had a house thanks to government hush money, but Eddie spent most of his time at Steve’s, and they had Wayne over whenever Wayne was free.

“Stevie,” Eddie called from the other room as Steve started the shower.

“Yeah?” he called back.

“Have you ever actually told Robin how much you inherited?” Eddie asked.

“Um,” he said as he thought about that. “No,” he realised, “but I did tell her I had so much I didn’t know what to do with it.”

Throwing around numbers had felt kind of wrong.

“You do realise you don’t exactly live an extravagant lifestyle these days, right?” Eddie said and Steve turned to find his boyfriend now standing in the doorway.

He shrugged.

“Guess I got used to budgeting,” he replied.

“Which is very noble, gracious knight,” Eddie said with a grin, “but are you sure she gets just how filthy rich you are now? I didn’t until you showed me the numbers.”

Steve had never thought of it like that. Throwing some of the paperwork he’d been given by the lawyers at Eddie had been part of his last-ditch attempt to convince his boyfriend to take him up on his offer.

“Ah, maybe not,” he had to admit.

“Then I shall return to bed and mourn your parting quietly today,” Eddie said, back to his dramatic flair, “but give Robin the numbers and invite her to be your live-in lesbian of leisure.”

“Our,” Steve corrected as he laughed at Eddie’s choice of words.

This was why he was sure Eddie had more than enough talent to eventually go global. One day Eddie’s words and music would be famous, he had no doubt. Using the money he had never expected to receive to give Eddie the time and space to realise his dream, seemed like the perfect plan.

“I still don’t know if she’ll say yes,” he said, pulling back the shower curtain to climb in, “but I will tell her. Now shoo before I’m tempted to be late again, because if she’s mad at me she won’t even give me the chance to talk.”

“As my liege orders,” Eddie said and bowed, which was hilarious given he was naked.

Steve gave himself a stiff mental talking to and refused to look too long. After all, he only had so much will power.

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eds6ngel · 9 months

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I'll read anything you write for the teacher au. But yeah I need to know how their first date was and how Alena reacts to it <333 They just deserve to be happy :')

thank you so much nonnie! and they do :)) i hope you enjoy ♡

warnings: dad!steve. singledad!steve. 90s!au. fem!reader. mention of cleavage. swearing. food mentions. alcohol mentions. very fluffy. pet names. mutual pining. platonic stobin being my favourite duo in the world. rovickie being cute as always. alena being the biggest shipper on planet earth. it's just super cute and fluffy really! [2.8k].

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If Steve was being honest with himself, he was scared shitless to go on a date with you.

He tried every possible way to come up with some crappy excuse to say he was busy, but Robin and Vickie egged him on to their heart’s content.

So, that’s where he was now. Robin and Vickie had picked up Alena just over an hour ago, huge purple backpack disproportionally sitting on her body, the seven-year-old toddling out the door with the couple to spend the night at theirs, Steve’s date with you ending past her bedtime.

He felt like he checked himself in the mirror over one hundred times, or maybe he did, he’d lost track at that point.

And once he arrived at your doorstep, he spent five minutes arranging every hair on his head in the rear view mirror, mumbling to himself, “Goddamn Farrah Fawcett, why aren’t you working?”

And from the other side of the door, you were just as nervous as him. Styled in a long, sequin-covered, dark blue dress that reached the floor, hair done up in a loose bun, you almost felt that you were overdressed.

But, with Steve taking you to Enzo’s, a very posh restaurant on the outskirts of Hawkins, you felt you had to look the part.

And thank God you did, because when you opened your front door to him, he was wearing a full-blown suit. White shirt, black tie, black blazer and trousers, he was the smartest you’d ever seen him.

“Jesus…” he mutters to himself, taking in how beautiful you looked. He thought you looked pretty in your modest, child-friendly uniform, but the dress you were wearing? The gorgeous slit up the leg and the v-neck that showed just the perfect about of cleavage? It was enough to make him fall head over heels in love.

You smile at him, replying with a giggle, “Hello to you too, handsome.”

“Shit, um… Yeah, you just… God, you look beautiful. Like… so beautiful.”

You place your hand to your chest, beaming back, “Thank you!” And that’s when he noticed your nails. The overall colour was a gorgeous cream, but the tips matched up perfectly with the colour of your dress. You had been planning this out all week.

“Um… shall we get going? Reservations at 7:30,” he asks.

You hum, “We shall. How far is Enzo’s?”

“Around thirty minutes. You good with that?”

He helps you into the car, making sure your dress doesn’t get caught or tangled, you replying, “I’m good with anything, Steve.”

The drive there had Steve panicking like crazy. Did he put his hand on your thigh? Or was that too soon? Maybe it was too soon. Hold your hand? No, both hands on the steering wheel, he doesn’t want to crash.

And if he wasn’t overthinking that enough, the choice of restaurant was freaking him out even more. Was it too formal? Did you want something more simplistic? Was it too much for a first date?

But, there was no time to worry as he turns left into the parking lot of the restaurant. After being a gentleman, taking your hand and helping you out of his car, you don’t seem to let go, letting your fingers interlace with his. His hands match the softness of when your lips first touched his, delicate and gentle.

“Hi. Um, two for Harrington?”

The waiting staff smiles, directly the two of them to a small, dainty table; covered with a red cloth decorated with golden flowers; in the back corner of the restaurant.

Steve pulls out your chair, you quickly thanking him as he sits opposite you, careful not to waste the woman’s time.

She lays the two menus on the table in front of you, “Here are your menus. Feel free to look at our wine list for the evening. Someone will be over in five to take your orders.”

You both thank her as you open the menus, Steve looking utterly confused at the very well described options.

“Okay, what the hell is an Ore— Orecchiette ai Cime di Rapa? Or a… Vermicelli Alla Puttane— Puttanesca?”

You giggle at him, “Pasta dishes, Steve. I can help you out if you want? I’m pretty accustomed to Italian names.”

He looks up at you in shock, “You speak Italian?”

You shake your head, sighing out, “I wish. I’ve been to Italy before though. So, I’ve done my research into the Italian names for pastas.”

He breathes out, smiling away, moving his hair out of his face with his hand, “I mean… I was thinking if you did, then…” He whistles, making you flirt back, “Better start taking some Italian language courses then.”

Before Steve gets the chance to reply, the waiter returns asking for your drinks. You tell her the fancy name of some simple red wine, Steve ordering the same, even if it wasn’t his drink of choice. He was trying to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

After explaining the different types of pastas they had on offer, he ends up ordering the Tagliatelle al Ragú Alla Bolognese, noticing the key words of foods he likes. You order the Pesto alla Genovese, deciding to add in some well-needed greens into your diet. It was very apparent that you and your roommate Amy had not been the healthiest as of late.

Once the waiter leaves, you lean your head on your hand, laughing to yourself as you ask, “God, this sounds so stupid… But, tell me about yourself, Steve. I mean, I sort of only know you as Alena’s dad, I would like to know about you as a whole.”

“Of course, yeah…” he pauses for a second, trying to make himself sound as interesting as possible. He doesn’t want to steer you away. But, what he doesn’t know is nothing could ever steer you away.

“I grew up here in Hawkins, went to Hawkins High and everything. Worked at an ice cream store and met my best friend Robin there, and then we moved onto working at a video rental store because the mall we worked at burnt down. Stayed there for a couple years until Alena was around two years old. Well, more than a couple… more like seven years,” he chuckles, “Then I moved onto being a bagger at Target, and have been ever since.” He smiles, before shrugging, “I know, I’m a pretty boring person with a pretty crappy job, but I am what I am.”

You reach out to rub your thumbs over the top of his hand, calming the boy, although he wasn’t presenting it on the outside. “I think you’re super interesting, Steve.”

He can’t help but let the smile creep onto his face, “Thank you. I’m sure your life is a lot more interesting that mine though.”

You wave your hand, brushing off his smooth compliment, “Oh please, you wish! Well, I grew up in Missouri, so not super far from here. Had a pretty average childhood, doing average childhood things. But, somehow, on a complete whim mind you, I got onto the education program at Perdue University. Still don’t know to this day how I did that, but nonetheless,” you smile, “Got my college degree and then worked at Hawkins Elementary. And, well… you know the rest of the story.”

He raises his eyebrows at you, “You wish, my ass. That is so much more interesting than mine!”

You open your mouth up in fake shock, “I guarantee you it is not! I’d rather work at Target than be studying 24/7.”

He snorts, “I’d rather do none.”

“Makes the two of us. I’m guessing you’re not much of an academic then?”

The mention of his academics bring back memories he forgot he even had stored in his brain. “You think an academic guy would be working as a bagger at Target?”

You hold your hands up in detest, “Hey, I’m not one to judge! It could’ve been your personal choice!”

“Definitely not.”

The rest of the date went amazingly well. A little too well for your liking. You were waiting for Steve to hate the way you eat, or for you to spill wine down your dress, or trip up on the way out of the restaurant. But, none of that happened. It went perfectly.

Your conversation points varied from favourite childhood memories, to favourite movies (which you judged immensely), to life goals and everything in between. And with each answer Steve gave, you fell more and more in love with him, as did he with you.

The car stops in front of your apartment block, Steve already getting out of the driver’s side and running around to your door, taking your hand and walking you up to the main entrance.

“I— Um, I had fun tonight,” he nervously says, looking down at his feet scuffing along the floor.

“I did too,” you smile, a small blush forming on your face as you grab his right hand, “And I was wondering if you’d like to go out again sometime.”

“Sure,” he blurts out a little too eagerly for his liking, “I’m pretty much free any night of the week. Just need to check with a friend if they can have Alena for the night first.”

“Of course,” you say, “Um… Do you have a pen or anything? I could write down my number and then you can let me know if whatever day we choose is fine? I was thinking maybe Wednesday? We can plan out the details on the phone.”

“Yeah, I do… At least I think. One second,” he pauses, sprinting back down the steps and to his car, leaning through the open window, you giggling at his rushed manner, obviously not wanting to leave you standing there alone for too long.

He returns, holding up a pen and smiling brightly, “Got it! Just, uh…” he pulls up the sleeve of his blazer, “Write it on my forearm.”

“Are you sure? Ink poisoning can be a dangerous thing.” Jesus, you were the cutest.

He brushes it off, “I’ll be fine. And if I do, I’ll happily let you nurse me back to health.”

With a messy scribble of numbers written in blue on the inside of his arm, a part of you was now etched into his skin. It felt like a connection, even if it would trickle right off in the shower he has later tonight.

“There you go!” you smile, clicking the pen off and passing it back to him. Biting your lip, you place a tender kiss to his left cheek, making the poor boy turn bright red. “Thank you for tonight, Steve. I’ll potentially see you Wednesday?”

“Yeah…” he breathes out, “Wednesday.”

And before he knows it, he’s left standing outside your apartment block with a blue pen loosely held in his hand, you leaving him to enter your home.

It was safe to say that you were not leaving his mind anytime soon.

With three raps at the door, it swung open, Alena grinning at him, bouncing on her toes as Robin and Vickie stand tall above her.

“Daddy!” she beams, body-slamming herself into his leg with full force, looking up to him with bright eyes, “How was the date?”

He couldn’t help but tell his daughter the minute he got home from the grocery store earlier that week about his date with you. Let’s just say that he had a very happy child zooming around his house for the next five hours, slightly regretting sharing the news when it took her an extra two hours to fall asleep.

“It went well, pumpkin! Miss. L/N was super nice. She’s a very lovely woman.”

It felt strange calling you by your last name, but he felt you should be the one to share that information with Alena, not sure how quickly you wanted to move past the barrier of being her former teacher.

“Yay!” she bounces, shaking his leg all over the place, him ruffling her hair to calm her down.

“So, did you two kiss?” Robin asks, wiggling her eyebrows at her best friend with a smirk plastered on her face.

“Ew, gross Robin!” he grimaces.

“What?” she defends herself, “You’ve already kissed before! It’s not like I’m way off the mark with that or anything.”

He shakes his head, pinching the bridge between his brows, “No, Robin. She kissed my cheek, that’s it. You happy?”

She scrunches up her face, before blinking rapidly and shaking her head, “You straights are so weird. I kissed Vickie on the first date and we had our own apartment three months later.”

“That’s because you lesbians move exponentially fast!”

“Hey!” Vickie butts in, “I’m bisexual.”

“Fine,” Steve scoffs, the couple knowing that he was only joking with them, “You women… who love other women move exponentially fast!”

“I would just say the straights move exponentially slow…” Robin mumbles, scratching the back of her neck.

Steve shakes his head, “Anyway, we are planning another date next week, so I was wondering—”

“Yes,” both girls say in sync.

“You didn’t even know what I was gonna ask,” Steve asks with a look of confusion on his face.

“Yes, we can look after Alena,” Robin playfully rolls her eyes.

“There’s a second date?” Alena beams.

Steve chuckles, ruffling his daughter’s hair once again, “Yes, pumpkin. There’s a second date.”

“Yes!” she exclaims, clenching her fists together and jumping up and down. “I wanna know about this date, and the next date, and all the dates ever!”

“Of course sweetpea, I’ll tell you during the car ride home, okay?”

She simply giggles, squeezing her eyes tight and showing off all of her teeth, or at least the ones that were there. Her front two were currently missing, her reaching the age where her baby teeth had started to fall out, mysterious dollar notes appearing underneath her pillow every few weeks.

“Besides, I was going to ask because I thought Vickie had that work meeting next Wednesday?” Steve queries.

But, Vickie instantly brushes it off, “Yeah, but Robin can handle her for a few hours on her own, can’t you babe?”

“Of course my love, this little cupcake is the easiest to look after, unlike her father,” she looks up at Steve with a deadpan expression, him sticking his tongue out right back at her, the most age-appropriate gesture he could think of with his seven-year-old attached to his leg. “We’ve got her for the afternoon, overnight, two days, a whole month, however long you need.”

Steve replicates her deadpan expression as she shrugs, “What? If it took you two five years to suck each other’s faces off, I will raise your daughter for the rest of her childhood.”

“Robin!” he shouts at her, signalling down to his little girl, warning her of her more mature use of language.

“Sorry,” she holds her hands up, pursing her lips.

“What my beautiful wife is meaning to say is we will happily have your daughter over whenever you have a date with your girl,” Vickie steps in, taking a more adult approach, Robin’s immaturity still shining through after all these years.

“Thanks Vic,” he smiles, hoisting his daughter up onto his hip with an overexaggerated grunt, pretending she is much heavier than she is, making her giggle, “Right, I better get this toothache home, I’ll see you guys on Wednesday!” He begins to turn around, before looking back and pointing to Vickie, “And good luck with that meeting!”

“Thanks Steve! See you on Wednesday!” she waves at him, Robin smirking and yelling at the top of her lungs, “Bye dingus!”

He shakes his head as he opens the car door, placing Alena down in her car-seat as he makes his way around to the driver’s side. He barely makes it two inches off of Robin and Vickie’s driveway before Alena shouts, “Tell me everything!”

“All right, all right,” he replies, trying not to get too scared by his daughter’s outburst, “Let me get onto the road first and then I’ll give you every last detail, okay?”

“Okay!” she giggles, kicking her feet.

And not only did the questions last the car ride home, but they continued for the rest of the day. Alena wanted to know absolutely everything that went down, from the minute he saw you to the minute he bid farewell. But, he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. It was you after all, and even if it was to his seven-year-old daughter, he would talk about you for the rest of his life.

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imfinereallyy · 1 year

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For the dialogue prompts steddie #14

Ask, and you shall receive :) from the dialogue prompts found here

14. “I know you’re the president of the Anti-Social Club, but why don’t you join me?”

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Steve couldn't believe he had agreed to this. He was in hell, for sure. Steve would take the Upside Down over being back here in Hawkins High. But he just couldn't say no to Robin. He had begun to think it was near impossible to say no to her. Especially when her voice got raspy and sad, and she did that fucking head tilt.

Steve honestly wasn't sure how Rob hadn't managed to get laid yet. She was charming when she didn't try. Steve wasn't even remotely attracted to her, the girl was his sister at this point, and yet she had managed to make him melt repeatedly. The only people who had managed to make him cave without romantic feelings involved were the kids, so she had to have some sort of game.

Still, Steve can't believe he gave in to the prom.

Robin had wanted to go so badly, though, which had surprised him. Very conformist of Robin, but Steve understood the need to fit in, even in your last moments. And Robin had told him if she didn't get to go with who she really wanted, if she didn't get to go with a girl, she wanted to go with her best friend. So sue him; he caved and went to prom with her.

"I'm not wearing a tie." He had told her.

He was wearing a fucking tie. Purple to match her dress.

The only thing that made it better was Eddie was stuck with him in his misery.

"Look at them." Eddie nodded to the dancefloor from his seat. Apparently, Eddie's weak point had been Nancy, of all people. And he wasn't even attracted to her (he'd insisted on the matter, in fact. And considering his own friendship with Robin, he was inclined to believe him). They had become weird friends over the past few months. So much so that Eddie came to the one place he swore would only see him for graduation. Steve had to admire Eddie's commitment to the friendship.

Steve was also pretty sure Eddie was terrified to say no to Nancy.

Steve looked in the direction Eddie pointed at. There, in the middle of the dancefloor, were Robin and Nancy giggling, dancing like maniacs. Ironically, maniac was playing.

Steve's early tension eased a bit at the sight. If Steve coming had gotten Robin to smile like that, it was worth the bad memories that came with the school gym.

"How long before Nance makes a move on her, you think?"

Eddie raised his eyebrows, and looked taken aback by Steve's question. "Bold to assume they are into each other, Harrington."

Steve snorted, "Not really. I know you know about Robs, so it's not like I'm outing her. Wouldn't do that. And sure, Nancy hasn't said anything. But I dated her for over a year. I know what she looks like when she's in love with someone."

"Aaah yes, the star-crossed lovers of Hawkins High. How could I forget about the lovebirds."

Steve looked at Eddie across the table, "No she never looked at me like that. I meant Jonathan."

"Oh," Eddie whispered. Steve wasn't hurt by the assumption; he was past that. Well, he was trying to be. He didn't love Nance like that anymore, but the way it ended had left its mark.

Steve felt a bit of envy as he looked at the two girls, now slow dancing. He wanted that. To dance with someone like no one was watching. To hold someone. He never got that.

"I think probably soon, to answer your question from earlier. I'm a little jealous, I have to admit. No one bats an eye at two girls dancing."

Steve wrinkled his nose in confusion, "What, you not gonna dance Munson?"

It was Eddie's turn to snort. "Um, no, Steve. I've never done it, and even if I could, the ladies aren't really who I would want to dance with. Believe it or not, my time with the bats was a one-off. I prefer to be alive, and this town wouldn't take too kindly to my dance partner preferences.

Steve's heart stuttered for a moment. Something ignited in his chest. Something that couldn't be confused with anything other than hope. "What?"

Eddie stared for a second, "Dude. I'm gay."

"No I got that. It's just, you've never danced with someone? Like ever?"

Eddie laughed, "C'mon man don't be surprised."

Steve suddenly stood up and extended his hand. "C'mon."

"Harrington, did you not hear a word I just said. Besides, I'm not going to give these assholes a show."

Steve let out an exasperated sigh, "Look, I know you’re the president of the Anti-Social Club, but why don’t you join me? I have an idea, and I promise nothing bad will happen to you on my watch.”

Eddie hesitated but grabbed Steve's hand. Eddie was stiff as Steve dragged him from his seat.

Steve walked them through the double doors of the gymnasium and out into the hallway. Eddie let out a confused yelp. "What—where are we going, Steve?"

"Just trust me."

Eddie stayed silent the rest of the way until they reached O'Donnell's classroom. "Are you seriously taking back here? Is this a joke?"

"No, I just know she's the only teacher who doesn't lock her door. C'mon." Steve walked Eddie inside the room and shut the door. Luckily, the desks had all been stacked and pushed to the sides of the room, so there was plenty of open space for his plan.

"Okay, so, put your hands around my neck. We are going to do this the easy way instead of the traditional way."

"Ooo, kinky Stevie. Didn't know you were into that." Eddie listened anyway and threw his arms over Steve's shoulders, connecting his hands at the base of Steve's neck.

A blush spread over Steve's face. "Shut up. You knew what a meant."

Eddie gave his first genuine laugh of the night in response.

Steve placed his hands on Eddie's hips. He took a moment to collect himself before proceeding. Steve could feel the warmth of Eddie's hips through the fabric of his black button-up. It was thrilling to be able to feel him this way. Steve had always imagined him to be cold, but he was pleasantly surprised by the outcome. It fit Eddie to be warm; the man was a ball of sunshine despite his outward appearance.

After a moment, Steve started to sway them back and forth. "Move with me, Munson. There is no one around."

Eddie obeyed easily. "Ya know, when you claimed me the president of the anti-social club, I thought, ya know, we were going to be social."

"You are being social, Eddie, just being social with me. Besides, you want me to stop?"

Eddie whispered, "No. It's nice." Eddie leaned his forehead against Steve's as they continued to sway.

Steve began to hum under his breath. The music from the gym was too far away to make out any sort of beat. He decided to make his own music, just for Eddie.

Eddie giggled, "Are you humming 'Dreams' by Fleetwood Mac right now?" He rubbed his thumbs against the nape of Steve's neck.

Chills went down Steve's spine at the contact. He would have to remember to thank Robin later on for dragging him to prom, for giving him this moment. "Yea, you got a problem with that?" Steve's tone wasn't mean but scratchy and raw. Vulnerable. He didn't want to do anything to break the moment.

"It's perfect," Eddie said as he looked directly into Steve's eyes.

"Good." Steve brushed his lips against Eddie's. Then he sang in a whisper against his mouth,

"It's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams/And have you any dreams you'd like to sell?"

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This was a cute one to write; thanks for the prompt. hope it lives up to what you wanted :)

Sorry if this feels rushed; I accidentally posted it before it was finished at first, so I panicked to go back and made the final edits.

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eurydicesflower · 10 months

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my heart says 'yes,' but my lips say 'no' (zoro/robin)

Pairings: Zoro/Robin Tags: Canon Divergence (Post-Wano Arc), Idiots In Love, Mutual Pining Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Word Count: 2.7k words Summary: Even the most logical person in the Straw Hat Pirates have a hard time finding how to untangle the ways of love.

A/N: It's been a while since I have posted something zorobin related here haha Also posted on: Archive of Our Own

Robin was smiling to herself when she was heading all the way back to their quarters in the palace of Wano. Since she knew someone would very much like this sake she had bought and would drink this in one go. She knew him too well, and she couldn't wait to see his reaction. When she arrived, she passed by Nami in the hallways.

“Have you seen Zoro, Nami?”

“Isn't he with Momo's younger sister? Why are you looking for him, though?”

Oh.

“Right, right. How can I not know it?” Robin smiled as she hid the sake behind her back.

Of course, how can she forget that? He was getting closer with Hiyori after all, and it's not like she should disturb them. She had seen how close Hiyori was with Zoro the past few days and there was not a day she would hear her crewmates tease Zoro and Hiyori that they should be together. There was a throbbing ache inside her chest, she couldn't quite place this feeling, so instead, she could only smile at them like she was so happy.

Meanwhile, Nami stared at her suspiciously and it was starting to make Robin uneasy since Nami wasn’t like this unless she sensed something .

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re too obvious, you know.”

“What do you mean?”

Nami rolled her eyes in amusement.

“When you’re annoyed, your brows are visibly frowning and your mouth pouts and then.”

“I don’t do that—”

“And, the sake was so obvious that it was for him, so no need to deny it now, Robin. I know.” Nami patted Robin's shoulder. “And not to mention, he’s an idiot, Robin...”

“He’s not stupid, Nami. I mean, he’s not book-smart but he’s well-versed with his swords, and he is actually kind… and handsome, I guess?” She trailed off her words before snapping herself back to reality, realizing what she had said. “Why am I even saying this to you, well, it’s not actually for Zoro. I just happened to have this in my hand when I was looking for him! And I don't know what you are talking about so if you may excuse me, I’m heading out, see you around.”

“Why are we losing a promising woman to a dumbass like Zoro?” Nami sighed deeply, massaging her temples, as she watched Robin scurry away from the palace.

She was not supposed to leave Nami like that, and now the navigator might be thinking that she has hidden feelings for the swordsman. She was only friends with him, so why did Nami have to come up with such a ludicrous theory? She only has sake with her since she bought it from one of the shops downtown. And it was on sale! So, obviously she didn’t pass up that opportunity to buy the sake for him.

“Robin-chwan~!” Robin heard the cook’s scream of adoration. “Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be with the others at the plaza?” He asked as soon as he was standing in front of Robin.

“Oh, I forgot something in my room.”

Sanji then looked at the sake, then looked at Robin with a knowing look but he didn’t say anything.

“Well, let’s go to the plaza, shall we?”

“I can manage, you go on ahead, Sanji.” She smiled at him.

“Well, see you there, I guess?”

Robin craned her neck as she looked for a specific swordsman in the sea of people in the plaza. Holding the sake in her hand, she just hoped she would see him here. No, she was not looking for him. There was a difference between wanting to see him and giving him a gift, and also to do both. Robin didn’t want to admit to herself but it was actually the latter. To her dismay, she hasn’t found him yet.

“Nico-ya, are you looking for someone?”

Robin almost dropped the sake in her hand, startled to hear the Heart Pirates’ Captain behind her back.

“No, I wasn’t.” She gave him a quick smile before she kept on tiptoeing to search for the swordsman.

“I know where he is.”

“I think you’re mistaken, Torao. I’m not looking for Zoro.”

“Sure, but I didn't even mention a name.”

That struck a nerve on Robin. Nevertheless, she ignored him and moved a few steps away from him, yet the doctor never left her side.

“Why are you looking for him?”

“For someone like you, I didn’t peg you to snoop around other’s business, Torao. It doesn’t seem like you.” She smirked, deflecting the topic on her.

“Okay, sure, but next time don’t ask me where he is when I saw him standing there by the stalls with Momonosuke's sister.” Before Law could finish his sentence, Robin was already nowhere to be found.

So, they're together. Why was she even denying it? There are already hints that Hiyori was interested in Zoro, and he might feel the same as well so… Oh well, there is no point in giving this to him after all. The sake would go to waste if she didn't consume it right away. She did buy it with her own money after all.

“You're one of the Straw Hats, right? You look beautiful in person!” A man, reeking in alcohol, showed up to sit in front of Robin's seat. “Why are you all alone, pretty lady? Do you want some company?”

“That's kind of you but I don't need any company as of the moment.”

“But you might need one since you're drinking the finest sake in Wano! That sake is much better served for two people.”

“It's okay, really.” Robin was starting to get unsettled, so she grabbed the sake with her and left the man alone. But the man seemed not to get her point and followed her.

“Don't you want to have some fun—?!”

Robin was about to cross her arms to silence him, without hurting him in the process, when all of a sudden, someone interrupted her stance.

“The woman said she didn't want any company right now, asshole.”

“And who are you—?” The man stood frightened and gulped. “Never mind, I'm outta here.” The man whimpered before he ran as fast as he could.

Robin didn't need to turn back whoever had pushed away the creepy man, she already knew who it was. And it was starting to make her hands feel jittery all of a sudden. What's going on with her?!

“I already handled it myself, Zoro, aren’t you with Hiyori? Why are you here?” She asked him.

“And I thought you were with Torao?”

Robin looked at him, as confused as she was.

“Huh? But I wasn't with him, didn't you see I was alone?” She didn't have time for petty arguments, she was getting tired just by sitting here all alone, she wanted to take a rest instead.

“What about the other day? I saw you with him going somewhere so I didn't disturb you.”

“You mean the— I was with him because he wanted me to see the poneglyphs under Wano… But you're with Hiyori? Aren't you two already together?”

“We're not—!”

“Zoro, I need you here, look at this.” Hiyori showed up beside the swordsman with a lucky couple bracelets in her hand. “Oh, the archeologist of the Straw Hats, it is nice to meet you in person.” The woman smiled at her as she took Zoro's hand in hers.

Robin didn't even need any further explanation about their situation right now. Zoro and Hiyori together right in front of her just proves it already. Robin already got the idea where she should not interfere between their alone time.

“I think you two will enjoy this sake I bought for you.” Robin handed the sake to Zoro before excusing herself to leave them alone. “Enjoy yourselves tonight.” Robin smiled before she left them alone, ignoring the recurring pain in her chest.

She shouldn't have bought that sake in the first place.

Instead of heading back to the palace, Robin decided to go back to Sunny instead. Leaning her body towards the railing, she basks herself under the moonlight, knowing no one will find her here since almost all of them were busy in the festivities in the streets of the city. It was much better to stay here out alone with her thoughts, away from a specific swordsman that runs inside her mind.

Hiyori complements Zoro's aloof and cool attitude. Although she knew that even then, Zoro can match Hiyori's kindness and doting personality. Even some of the people who had seen them say that they both look good together. Some of their friends even think they are better together except Sanji, of course.

“Are you really going to be alone here for the rest of the night?”

Robin looked below the ship and saw the swordsman, standing on the seashore.

“Robin, why are you ignoring me?” The swordsman then asked.

“I'm not ignoring you. I was only giving you space with Hiyori, that's all.” She quipped.

“I honestly don't understand you, Robin.” Zoro sighed deeply.

'So am I,' she thought. Why all of a sudden, she was having this ache inside her heart when she has always been healthy courtesy of Chopper's readings on her vital signs? Had she contracted any diseases without knowing what it is? Maybe she needed to consult again with another doctor. Maybe Marco or Torao would know what was happening to her.

“But can I go up there with you?”

Robin was about to leave the railing, and yet, when she stared at Zoro's eyes. How come her heart says, 'Yes, please,' but her lip says: “No, Zoro. Go back to Hiyori, good night.”

They haven't left Wano yet so she was glad that she could wander around the town except for one thing: Zoro was preoccupying her mind for the rest of the day. There was no other reason that she should be thinking about him lately, but alas, he was just there. She tried doing her daily routine like reading books, watering her plants, playing with Chopper and Luffy but nothing could distract her away from the thought of the swordsman.

It was not even this hard like the past few years. She can just make him magically disappear inside her mind but right now, how come it was so impossible?!

Later that day, she decided to ask Law for assistance. She knew that Law might have known what's going on with her. What if it is a disease that could potentially damage her brain?

“I always get this pain inside my chest and I get nervous whenever I was with him recently, and sometimes I get frustrated towards something like I feel itchy on some parts of my hands when he is with someone. Though I still like him.” She gave an expectant look at the doctor once she finished her rambling.

“I've never seen you this frantic, Nico-ya.”

“Do you think there's any chance I might die because of this?”

Law rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Gods, no. It's not that serious. But I do warn you that something’s wrong, though you just need to sort out what is going on between you two.” Law was already packing up his things before he was leaving Chopper's infirmary.

“So, what should I do next?”

“I'm a surgeon, Nico-ya, not Straw Hats' personal therapist, go talk with him, I know you can do it without my help,” he said before he and Robin left the room.

“ROBIN, WHERE ARE YOU?!”

The archeologist and the doctor heard the loud scream of their resident doctor outside the infirmary. Concerned, Robin quickly went to Chopper and checked what was going on before everything turned into chaos. The little reindeer wailed inaudibly, clinging on Robin’s legs.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

“ItwaSHZHORO. PLISHLOOKFOHRZORO!” Chopper was still clinging tightly into Robin’s legs, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Say it slowly, Chopper. What happened?” Robin leveled herself for Chopper.

“Zoro is…” He sniffed. “Is going to leave…” He wiped away his snot with his little arms. “Convince him not to leave, Robin.” He whimpered with teary eyes.

“What? You know Zoro wouldn’t do that.” Robin assured him with a smile. “Maybe he was just joking?”

“Then why isn't he here yet?" He sniffed once more. "Can you talk to him?"

Robin let out a deep sigh. One thing about Chopper is that she wouldn't want to see the little reindeer sad, let alone cry.

"I will go talk to him then. But where did you last see him? Is he not in the crow's nest?" Robin caressed Chopper's chubby cheeks.

Chopper shook his head.

"Maybe he was at the palace, he was enjoying his stay here, Robin, what if he doesn't want to sail with us anymore?"

"Zoro wouldn't do that, I'll go talk to him for you, and if he doesn't want anymore, I'll convince him for you. I promise that." Robin smiled when Chopper tightly embraced her.

Just when she was about to leave Sunny, the swordsman she was looking for had arrived just in time.

"Zoro." She said firmly.

"What?"

The tension felt tight which made Chopper scurried away from them and went behind the barrels on deck with a little smile in his face that Robin didn't notice.

"Are you really leaving?"

Zoro gave her a puzzled look.

"Huh? Why would I? Who said that? That stupid cook?"

Robin looked as confused as he was. When she turned around to ask Chopper, it seemed the reindeer was no longer on Sunny.

"I actually have no idea." She sighed and rested her body against the railings.

"Are you already together with Hiyori?" She asked him out of the blue. She already kind of expected Zoro would deflect the question, yet surprisingly, the swordsman seemed to have readied himself for this question, or was that just her?

"To tell you the truth, if you'll actually believe me, there's nothing between us. How about you and Torao?"

"If you'll actually believe me, too, then, I am only friends with him."

They both stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do nor talk about. And there goes Robin's jittery hands, and faster heartbeat. She swears Zoro can hear her heart beating fast if he stands closer by her, which she kinda wished he would actually do. Then all of a sudden, she chuckled to herself until she burst out laughing which was followed by a baffled laugh from Zoro.

"Why are you laughing?" Although he, too, was laughing along with her.

She hadn't said anything yet, but in her mind, she just realized that maybe the reason why Chopper had bawled in front of her, was to reel her in to talk with Zoro. She could be wrong but if she was actually correct then the little reindeer is so convincing, she thinks he can be qualified as one of the Grand Line Theater Actors for his outstanding performance.

"It's nothing, don't worry. By the way, sorry to bother you earlier," Robin said, stepping ahead of him back to Wano. Before she could step on the sands of Wano, Zoro called out her name.

"Robin?"

Robin had never turned around so fast to face him.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry, too and…Thank you for the sake…" Zoro gazed down on his feet, avoiding her gaze. "Let's drink it together? If that would be okay with you." Zoro mumbled softly. Robin could see the hint of pink forming in Zoro's ears and cheeks, but if she spoke of it, she knew it would just further make the swordsman flush in embarrassment. 'It's kinda cute, though,' she thought.

"Only if I can bring my books up in the crow's nest just like always." She grinned at him.

"You're always welcome to do that." Zoro said before he climbed up. Zoro then stopped for a moment right before he was close to the hatch. "I'll wait for you up there, see you later, Robin."

Behind their backs, Nami would probably shaking her head in disappointment and tell herself, 'How long will they even realize?' and she would just be as frustrated as the Heart Pirates' Captain like he had always knew the secret affair between the archeologist and the swordsman except, of course, for Zoro and Robin.

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amethystdreamer114 · 25 days

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Spoiler Alert 🚨

If you’re on OUAT season 5 you’re safe. If not, I mean I’d still read it but you’re gonna get spoilers🤣 (it’s worth it though 🤫) Also please forgive me if the storyline isn’t exactly how it was in the show… this is sorta just off the top of my head so there could be some things I’ve forgotten🤣

Okay so I just have this thing- you know that scene in OUAT where Gold has a heart attack and then ends up in the hospital with (spoiler alert ‼️) Zelena? And you know how she sent him into a second heart attack and he ended up intubated?

Alright well here’s my thing.

The series went through that WAYYYYY too fast for my taste so let’s engage in a little “Rumple-Whumple” shall we?

First let’s think about the parts we *didn’t* see during that episode (Heart of Gold 4/17).

Rumple is in New York after being forced out of Storybrooke by Belle. When we catch up with him, he’s opening the door to his son’s old apartment and he happens to find Robin and his “family” there. With how quickly he has the heart attack and how little it takes to push him to it, we can only assume that he’s been having “build up” symptoms all day.

So what would that look like?

My idea is that he might’ve been up at 3 a.m. the night before with what he deemed “heartburn,” not recognizing the whole bit about his dark deeds poisoning his heart (or in this world, heart attack symptoms.)

Maybe because of that chest tightness and pressure, he didn’t get much sleep and that took away the time he desperately needed to rest.

So by the time the morning comes, he’s still having pains on and off and he feels exhausted. Perhaps he skips out on breakfast because he just doesn’t feel up to even making something simple.

He goes on about his day, walking the streets of New York… loud traffic, too many people, and of course his leg hurting from being without magic to stop it.

Of course he’s got Belle’s voice in his mind- he replays the moment she sent him away over and over and over until he realizes his chest is really starting to hurt.

He makes his way to Bae’s apartment, hoping he can just rest there for a bit before getting back to finding his way back to Storybrooke.

That’s when he finds Robin and the others.

The longer he stands there arguing with Robin, the more he feels lightheaded, the more the room spins, the more his anxiety spikes and the pain in his chest runs rampant…

Then, he blacks out.

Moving on to the hospital…

When Rumple wakes up, his head hurts from the fall, and his body is sore all over from the heart attack.

Now, he feels even more exhausted and pained, but *vulnerable.*

No one who he can trust is here. He’s lying in a cold hospital room in an uncomfortable bed with stiff blankets and an IV in his arm. He misses Belle now more than ever because he knows if she were there, she’d be by his side, tending to him and making sure he felt cared for and loved.

Alas, he’s here with the Honorable Thief himself, and so he acts big and bad when asking for the magic he needs to get back home.

While he waits for Robin to get back, he’s alone with his thoughts. He imagines being back home with Belle. He can practically smell her homemade bread he loves so much. He can feel the soft, slightly worn blankets around him. He hears her sweet voice saying she’ll be there in just a minute.

When Robin finally returns, he drinks the potion, thinking he’ll be healed immediately. This is where it gets interesting….

He realizes nothings changed. He’s still in pain, he’s still tired, he still feels like he’s made of lead and moving is impossible.

Soon enough he’s discovered that Zelena is right in front of him.

He knows she wants to kill him, or worse, use him for something. The more she talks, the more pressure he feels settling in his chest. His heart rate skyrockets and he feels like he can’t breathe… then, those words…

“You failed…oops.”

He can’t take it. The pain, the anxiety, the everything… his heart gives in a second time, leaving the monitor going wild as his vision fades.

He wakes up stiff, cold and pained once again. He feels the softness of a cool towel on his head and leans into it slightly before realizing it’s not Belle who is tending to him.

Despite how sore he is, he does everything in his power to scoot away from Zelena, but being intubated and weak makes it much harder.

He doesn’t like the feeling of being intubated at all, but there’s nothing he can do. He’s at the mercy of the medical staff and Zelena.

His throat feels sore and scratchy, and he wants nothing more than to be curled up in Belle’s arms, drinking a warm cup of tea.

Sadly, that doesn’t happen. He gets another threat from Zelena- putting him in the position of choosing good or choosing to live without constant pain…

He couldn’t help it. He blinked.

#ouat fanfiction #ouat rumple #rumplestiltskin #ouat sickfic #ouat rumple sickfic #sickfic

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ggomos-maribat · 2 years

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Reunions

Maribat Origins October 2022 Days 14 and 15 - Shopping/Truth

"I shouldn't have come to Gotham."

"If you had not, we wouldn't have seen each other."

"We're in a hostage situation, Damian."

"Yes, I am aware."

"We're trapped in a small metal box with explosives attached to it."

"I know."

"And this box is suspended on the ceiling."

"I can tell by the swaying."

Marinette stared at him. It was purely coincidental that they found each other in the same predicament. She was kidnapped because of her status as MDC, while Damian was taken because he was a Wayne. They both had their hands cuffed at their backs, seemingly helpless until the vigilantes came to save them.

Did she mention that he was looking at her fondly?

"It has a romantic touch to it." Damian shrugged.

She snorted out a laugh. "Yeah, sure. Let's go with that. Why did you let yourself get kidnapped anyway?"

"I have to appear as a defenseless rich boy to protect my identity," he explained coolly. "It is better than to rouse any suspicion if I showed my abilities. Besides, this is not the first time this has happened."

She glanced at the digital numbers ticking down to zero. They had about five minutes before the bomb was set to explode. "So . . . you were just going to stay here and wait for your family to save you?"

"That is my plan, yes." He smiled. "The company is not bad this time."

Damian leaned down and kissed her cheek. "I've missed you, ma chérie."

The bomb ticked down to three minutes. She pecked his lips in return. "I've missed you too, ya hayati. Shall we get out of here now?"

"In a few minutes."

"Damian," she said in a half-scolding tone.

He didn't say anything, only coming down to kiss her again. Marinette gasped against his lips, silently cursing the handcuffs restraining them. She tilted her head to get a better angle, nibbling on his bottom lip.

"You did not tell me you're coming to Gotham." Damian said breathlessly.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," she replied softly.

Tick. Tick. two minutes.

Damian raised an eyebrow. "I could have prepared for your arrival."

She huffed. "I'm here mainly for the fashion show anyway."

A minute and a half.

Like synchronous clockwork, they picked their way out of their handcuffs, rubbing their reddened wrists. Damian kicked down the door of the box and held her hand tightly before they leapt onto the railings together. Just in time, the bomb went off just as they ducked into a safe place.

Marinette craned her neck upon hearing footsteps down the hallway.

"That must be Father and my brothers," said Damian. "They're getting sloppy."

Marinette checked the time on her watch and groaned. "I'm late for the technical run!" She kissed Damian's cheek, squeezing his hand. "I'll go ahead, habibi. Take care."

Not long after Marinette ran to the exit, Red Robin found Damian crouching in the hallway. The vigilante studied him warily. "You got out by yourself?"

The youngest Wayne scoffed. "Do not be ridiculous. I escaped with my wife."

"Your . . . you're still going on about your imaginary wife?"

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The product aisles were seemingly endless in the grocery store, reeling in buyers with colorful packaging and tricky deals. A blonde girl wrinkled her nose distastefully as she followed her two friends, one of which was pushing their cart and humming.

"Why do we need to buy food, Maribug?" Chloe whined. "Isn't the hotel buffet enough?"

"Snacks for extra sustenance," Marinette responded, dumping a box of instant coffee and some cookies in their cart. It soon followed with a set of energy drinks as they moved to the next aisle.

"Right. Sustenance." Chloe rolled her eyes.

"Why, Chlo? I thought you agreed on shopping?" The cheeky look on the bluenette's face made Chloe want to stomp her foot.

"Clothes shopping, not grocery shopping!"

"Okay, let's get ourselves some face masks for a spa treatment later," Marinette lightheartedly consoled. She turned to Adrien, who was eyeing a jar of cheese balls on one corner. "What about you, Adrien? Pick whatever you want."

"But my diet." The boy pouted.

"Fuck your diet. While we're in Gotham, your diet is nonexistent."

After a visible internal debate, Adrien nodded and began gathering snacks in his arms: Doritos in every possible flavor, packs of M&Ms, loads of chocolate Pocky, and grape sodas. Marinette grinned wildly, pride radiating as she watched Adrien spoil himself.

They were traversing down the aisle when Marinette stopped, lips parting as she looked at someone who was also pushing a cart in front of them. "Damian! Ya hayati," she gasped.

Chloe and Adrien immediately exchanged a look, both equally confused. The two men following behind Damian also glanced at each other.

"Mon amour." The stranger perked up, going up to Marinette. They exchanged a la bise, holding each other while smiling.

"And what are you doing grocery shopping?" Marinette smirked teasingly.

"Pennyworth is currently unavailable and Father sent us on these errands . . ."

The two went off to a far area in the aisle, catching up like old friends while picking out snacks. They had completely left behind their carts and companions, who were currently short-circuiting at the odd encounter.

Chloe looked at Adrien and whispered, "What the fuck?"

Adrien stared back with wide eyes. "I haven't seen him in my life. Ever."

"Since when did Marinette know someone in Gotham?!"

"I don't know! She's never mentioned it to me."

"Wait a minute." Chloe narrowed her eyes at the boy Marinette was talking to. "Damian . . . that's Damian Wayne!"

"The Damian Wayne?"

"The Damian Wayne!"

"Maybe he was her client before?" Adrien scratched his head.

"Adrien, all of Mari's clients go through you," Chloe pointed out. "I'm sure you'd remember if he ever commissioned her."

"Oh right."

Meanwhile, Jason and Tim gaped at the couple, failing to comprehend how soft Damian acted around the girl. They could butt in and ask about their relationship but they had a feeling Damian wouldn't spare them if they dared interrupt their own bubble.

The two boys looked to their side to see the girl's friends sporting the same puzzled looks. They held eye contact for a few awkward seconds before the blondes whispered to each other in French.

Jason tugged on Tim's shirt. "Take a video."

"What?"

"We need proof or else Dickiebird and the others won't believe us."

Tim begrudgingly held up his phone in a sneaky angle to capture a video. Finally, after forever, Damian and Marinette parted with cheek and head kisses, heading towards opposite ends of the aisle.

"Who the hell was that?" Jason was first to ask.

"My wife," Damian responded nonchalantly, taking a bag of potato crisps.

"She's real?!"

"Of course she is. Why would she not be real?"

Jason and Tim looked at each other yet again, minds running at lightning speed as they tried to figure out the 'who's, 'when's, 'why's and 'how's. Damian would always be too casual about mentioning his so-called 'wife' and they didn't take him seriously, thinking that it was a sort of joke or delusion.

The same bemusement plagued Adrien and Chloe as Marinette examined the label of a juice bottle. "Marinette," Chloe began. "How do you know Damian Wayne?"

"Oh Damian?" Marinette barely looked up from the bottle. "He's my husband."

"I'm sorry, your what?"

"Yeah, I know I still use Dupain-Cheng, but that's just for convenience since we technically don't have a marriage certificate. Also, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Al-Ghul Wayne is a terrible mouthful."

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A knock rapped on the door during one rainy night. Bruce hesitated opening it at first, realizing that all his children were present in the manor. Stephanie and Cass had dropped by and had decided to stay until the storm weakened. Dick was back from Bludhaven. Even Jason was home for the obligatory family dinner.

Which led to Bruce wondering who could be knocking on the door.

He opened the door himself in Alfred's stead, since the butler was busy cleaning in the kitchen. On the doorstep was a young girl, shivering and wet from the rain. Bruce did a double take. Another one of mine?

"Good evening, Monsieur Wayne." The girl sniffed as her teeth chattered. "May I stay here for the night? It's a long story, but I'll explain later."

Bruce gave a polite smile. "Sorry, who are you?"

"I'm really sorry!" Her eyes widened. "I would've texted ahead of time but my phone died and I had no way of reaching Damian."

What did she have to do with him? "Damian?"

"Yes . . .? My husband?"

Before his brain could fully comprehend, the others' heads popped in, lured in by the sound of a guest. Jason and Tim let out a chorused gasp while Damian immediately rushed to get his coat to wrap around Marinette.

"Mon coeur, what were you doing out in the rain?" Damian protectively tucked her inside the large coat.

Marinette sneezed. "I got stranded in the area and the manor was the nearest place I knew and my phone died . . ."

He led her to the living room and the rest of the siblings followed in quiet curiosity. Meanwhile, Bruce was still standing dumbfoundedly by the door.

"I have a daughter-in-law?" He whispered to himself.

---

Marinette plopped down on the bed, holding up her hand to see the permanent mark on the back of it. So I'm married, huh.

Did she mind? Not as much as she expected. She had already given up on all chances of romance since she became swamped with guardian work and designing. Nonetheless, she still wished she had a choice on who she'd be bound to for life. 'Damian' was a complete stranger, one affiliated with a group of people she didn't know existed until the previous day.

The door flew open just in time, and Damian was ushered inside by Talia. "It's time for you to consummate your marriage," the woman told them.

Damian scowled, while Marinette deadpanned, "We're barely eighteen."

Talia only shut the door and locked it. Their room was windowless, devoid of any other potential exit routes aside from the door itself. Marinette sat up and watched as Damian restlessly paced around the room in frustration.

Her hand touched her earrings. Strangely, the League had returned her kwamis and belongings after the ceremony.

"Damian . . . Right?" Marinette began tentatively. "What do we do now?"

Damian's lips pulled into a thin line. "We need to escape." He crossed his arms. "I can take out about half of their numbers, but they might summon more people and we will not be able to handle them anymore."

He looked at her. "Unless you can contribute?"

Marinette bit back a smile as she held up her ring. "I take it you're familiar with the Miraculous?"

"The Black Cat," he breathed out. "We can take out this base in one blow."

Marinette hopped off the bed, making her way to the array of decorative weapons on the side of the room. Why Talia even allowed that collection to be within their reach, she didn't know. "But we need a plan. I can only use Cataclysm once before I need to recharge."

"We can target a weak point by the grand hall and I can take care of the ones who won't get trapped in the debris."

Marinette nodded, picking out a rope dart (which had a similar feel to her yoyo) and a separate kunai. "I can support from the back."

They talked about their plans in detail, even deciding to steal off some food from the kitchens and priceless artifacts during their escape. Marinette was surprised about how well they clicked together—Damian was blunt, but straightforward and competent.

She figured that maybe it wasn't too bad being married to him after all.

---

"Wait a second." Tim ran a hand through his hair. "So you blew up a base of the League of Assassins after you got married?"

The whole family was now sitting in the lounge room, gathered around Damian and Marinette, who had just changed into borrowed clothes from Cass and was now cradling hot tea. Alfred had also served snacks and drinks as everyone listened. Unsurprisingly, the news was already known to the butler.

"Cataclysmed," Marinette corrected. "Only the grand hall collapsed so it's all cool. Damian and I fought our way out until we reached the mountains."

"So that time when you went away to see Talia . . ." Dick looked at his younger brother.

Damian nodded. "I got married."

"Why didn't you tell us?!" Stephanie exclaimed.

"What are you talking about?" Damian pulled Marinette closer to him. "I have always talked about my wife with utmost appreciation and pride."

"What happened after that?" Tim leaned forwards.

"I got a teleportation Miraculous and dropped Damian off back in Gotham," said Marinette. "But we exchanged contacts so we can figure out how to go about our marriage."

Bruce cleared his throat. "Son, why haven't you invited her to a family dinner before?"

"She was not comfortable with meeting the family yet." Damian protectively placed his arm from around her waist to her shoulders.

Marinette ducked her head. "Sorry for that, Monsieur Wayne. We were trying to keep our marriage down-low."

As the family tried to badger them with more questions, Damian stood up with Marinette. "If you will excuse us, we need to get some rest. Marinette had been out in the rain for too long."

The couple retreated to the upstairs bedrooms, leaving the Waynes staring after them, still in disbelief.

"Holy shit," said Dick. "They're sharing a room?"

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