โ warnings ๏ผvery slight nsfw, allusions to sex, making out.
โ A/N ๏ผa small blurb while I work on a bigger fic for this cutie and steve <33 might continue this since I have some ideas, but not quite sure! โก
This was torture.
Actual fucking torture.
The skirt was too tiny, the uniform itself was too tight and the material was cheap and itchy against your poor skin.
You almost envied Robin and Steve for having chosen to wear the shorts instead of the skirt, since it at least covered their ass from whoever looked down.
But apart from that, working at Scoops was somewhat bearable.
"Morning'!"
Scratch that, everything was awful.
Plastering on a fake smile, you pushed open the door, eye twitching as you saw him leaning against the counter, a taunting smile on his lips and fingers fidgeting with a blunt.
"Good morning, Eddie."
"Hm... I love how you say my name." The boy hummed as he repositioned himself so he was leaning down, head resting on his hands and elbows on the counter, not caring about how sticky his leather jacket would get from the melted ice cream that was caked onto the top.
"And I'd love for you to stop showing up here."
You spat, venom lacing your tone regardless of the sweet smile you continued to wear as you got a cone out, already knowing his ice cream order by heart.
"We both know that's impossible, toots. You're just too pretty to look at."
Eddie snickered as you groaned loudly, the other people in the establishment turning to look at you in confusion, the embarrassment that it caused you only fueling Eddie more.
"Come on... It's not like you dislike me being here."
You finished pouring the sprinkles on the ice cream before shoving it into his chest, your other hand out demanding the money.
"Correct. I hate you being here."
You snapped, snatching the bills aways as soon as they were in your hand and opening the register, frown deepening upon your realisation that he wasn't leaving.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just, uh. If I were you, I'd check the money."
Before you even got to ask what he was on about, he had turned around and started to leave, slurping up the melting ice cream before it completely covered his hands.
As soon as he was out of your eyesight, you flipped through the bills, cheeks growing warm in a mixture of anger and embarrassment as you saw the sticky note glued to Lincoln's face, a single word scribbled in Sharpie.
Bathroom
"Robin, I'm taking my break!"
You shouted at your coworker, not giving her enough time to process your exclamation before you were wrenching that awful cap off your head and throwing it into the back, picking up your bag on the way and rushing in the direction of the bathrooms.
"Eager, are we?"
Eddie said cockily as he finished his cone, watching you approach him with a mischievous glint in his eyes, which quickly disappeared as you basically shoved him into the men's bathroom and into a stall.
"Shut up."
"Yes ma'am."
Your lips crashed onto his as soon as the door was locked, hands resting on his shoulders as his own tried to pull your skirt down, giving up and simply ripping your tights clean off.
"Fuck, I've missed you so much."
He groaned as he shoved his head into the crook of your neck, fingers fumbling to push your panties aside as his lips worked wonders on your soft skin, his teeth no doubt leaving marks by the way he was sinking them into your neck.
Although it was strange, this had become a regular occurrence during your summer break.
You'd die right on the spot if it was revealed to your friends that you, the so-called "Queen" of Hawkins had been secretly hooking up with Eddie "the freak" Munson in bathrooms the whole time you had been out of school.
Even though you knew it would become a scandal amongst your peers if this skeleton in the closet was revealed, you couldn't stop.
It was like a drug, and Eddie was your only supplier.
No one else could mimic the way his lips felt on your skin, the way his fingers felt when he toyed with you, the way his moans and grunts would sound when he was nearing the edge.
Nothing compared to the way Eddie Munson made you feel.
You felt slightly bad for the way you treated him when you were in public, but he always seemed to take it as a joke, his flirting only increasing with every sardonic comment you made about him.
"You feel amazing, honey."
He whispered into your ear, nails digging into your skin and leaving dark crescent marks in their wake, his tone enough to send shivers down your spine and wash away all of your troubles.
He certainly the best thing to ever happen to you.
...
Now that you thought about it... Maybe work wasn't that bad.
โ summary ๏ผHe thought you'd never want to get together again, yet here you were, kissing him under the moon.
โ warnings ๏ผSeason 4 spoilers, Making out, Eddie having a tantrum, me not knowing about what stars and planets you can see at night.
โ A/N ๏ผI'm so sorry for the lack of content from me these past weeks! Exams are upon me and I caught covid, so that was something! I hope this makes up for my disappearance! Thank you all so much for all the love and support on my other fanfics and for almost 800 followers!! That's insane! Thank you!!! <333
โ word count ๏ผ3.6K
Late night cuddles, in Eddie's opinion, were the best thing to ever exist.
The dim light of the moon shining through his dirty curtains onto your entangled bodies; your lips roaming his face and neck in a way that would make him let out soft whimpers.
And then you'd fall asleep, your body going limp in his arms as he took over your job and kissed your sleepy face, smiling in delight as your nose scrunched up.
He'd stay like that for a few hours before falling asleep himself, too busy revelling in the warmth and comfort of your body to focus on getting rest.
It had been moments like those that made him feel loved and safe, in a way no one but you could provide.
Fuck, how he wished you could do that again.
That's all he needed right then, you in his arms and your lips on his skin, soothing him with your loving whispers.
Yet here he was, eating plain cereal while watching TV, his face and full name plastered all over every network for anyone to see. The worst thing was that they had finally been given permission to disclose Chrissy's details as well, so he was forced to listen as they described the way her body was found over and over; and if it wasn't enough, he was horrified to see that one network had been allowed to show a picture of her face, his chest tightening at the sight of her school photo, the guilt neverending.
He was broken from his daze as the door to the boathouse opened, his hands instantly finding the broken bottle he had started using as a makeshift weapon, pointing it at whoever the assailant was.
The metalhead was relieved to find that it wasn't the police or whoever else was on his trail, but the little group that had taken him under their wing during this fiasco.
"Delivery service!"
Your voice was an instant relief to him, soothing any worries he had prior, smiling brightly at you as you approached with two plastic bags, mouth watering instantly at the prospect of actual food and not stale cereal.
He hadn't noticed your clothes until you moved from behind Robin, his eyes widening at the sight of the bright pink and turquoise outfit you were sporting, trying his best to keep his mouth from falling open.
"Wh- What's with that, cupcake?"
You groaned at his nickname, plopping down next to him and starting to unpack, handing him a paper coffee cup with a donut wrapped cutely in a pink tissue, making him snort.
"I didn't have time to change, they literally kidnapped me before I could even open the diner... I left my boss there all alone."
You complained as you leaned back on the dirty walls, taking a small bite out of one of the donuts that were smushed together in one of the white bags, completely missing Eddie's face of astonishment as he took in the information.
"You got a job?"
You turned to look at him with an expression verbatim to a deer's in headlights, nodding your head before swallowing down the jam donut, pointing to a bag next to you that contained what Eddie could identify as roller skates.
"Y-Yeah! I, uh, I didn't tell you since, well-"
"I'm not your boyfriend anymore."
Anyone else would have brushed off the slight twinge of pain in Eddie's voice, but you could instantly tell from the way his eyes darted away from you and his shoulders slumped slightly that he was disappointed.
"I uhm, I drew something on your coffee." You pointed out before he tore the lid off the cup, his face brightening before he looked down at the froth, his smile slightly faltering at the sight of the messed up milk drawing of what he assumed was Eddie the Head.
"W... Wow! Haha, that- that looks-"
"Shit?" You offered with a small smile, making him reluctantly agree, bringing up the caffeinated drink to his lips and blowing, messing up the froth even more.
"Yeah-"
"I volunteered to stay with you."
You suddenly blurted out, your fingers gripping a donut and making the jam run down your nails, the sudden proclamation making Eddie frown, putting down his assortment of food and drink.
"What?"
"Everyone else is going on... That Vecna mission. I didn't want to leave you here alone. You've... Been through enough." Eddie's breath hitched as soon as your hand moved to rest over his, nodding slowly as he moved to intertwine your fingers together, your soft skin as warm and comforting as he remembered.
"You didn't have to do that."
He whispered softly, the lack of silly nicknames in his sentence indicating that he was serious, his features softening as he watched you with a dumbstruck expression.
"I did. I couldn't just leave you alone. I stopped by my house to get some blankets and shit before my shift, I was planning on visiting you before these losers picked me up."
His heart could have sung at your words.
You had actually intended to come? On your own accord?
He hadn't thought much of it when he had called you the other night, disclosing his place of hiding in case you could come over, wanting you to know where to look in case anything happened, but he hadn't expected for you to actually come.
"Plus, by the looks of it... You haven't gotten any sleep. You'll need someone to stay up with you, right?"
That signature goofy smile of his spread over his face at your proposition, his head cocking to a side as he took your figure in, his hand leaving yours so it could come up to wipe a few crumbs off your chin; trying to ignore the piercing gaze he was receiving from Steve from the other side of the room.
"Yeah. Thank you."
Even if he wouldn't admit it out loud, you were right.
He hadn't been able to catch a single wink of sleep ever since he had started to crash at Rick's place. Not that the provisional bed he had made in the corner of the room wasn't comfortable to sleep in, he just couldn't close his eyes without replaying Chrissy's death over and over in his mind.
The silence didn't help either, it made him vulnerable to any noise that suddenly cut through it, the simple sound of the boat rocking against the water enough to make him scream.
Although he was sure you wouldn't be able to fix his now ruined sleep schedule, he knew that simply having you there during the night would be greater than any sleeping medication he could afford.
"You sure you want to stay? We're going to crash at Nancy's, I'm sure she wouldn't mind an extra person."
Steve's voice interrupted Eddie's train of thought as he turned to look at you both, the hand that tightly squeezed your shoulder making him see green almost immediately, the sight of the boy who had teased him mercilessly during middle school touching you enough to set him off on a rampage.
To make it worse, you raised your own hand and took his, smiling softly at him as you nodded. "I'm sure. I brought blankets and supplies, I'll survive. You also forget I'm skilled in judo. I could easily flip you into a chokehold right this second!" You replied cheerfully, although your tight grip on his hand and your words didn't match up with the tone that you spoke them with.
Steve bit the inside of his cheek, looking at Eddie then back at you, nodding before finally releasing the death grip he seemed to have had on your shoulder. "Keep the walkie talkie thingy on, yeah? I'll check up on you every now and then."
You nodded, your gaze on him lingering a bit longer than Eddie thought necessary, but he didn't say a word until Steve had packed up and started his car, leaving you both alone.
"Didn't think I'd ever see the day where you'd be under Harrington's protection." Eddie mumbled as he threw himself on the tarp-covered boat, groaning as the wood that served as a seat dug into his back, adjusting until he found a comfortable position.
"He's really nice now that he's not... Y'know. Popular." You replied as you pulled the boat over to your side, rolling your eyes once you met his flirty gaze, that smile of his enough to drive you up the wall. "He gives me a ride to the diner every morning with Robin."
You explained as you stepped into the wooden rowing boat, Eddie finally noticing that you had no footwear on except for your tights, instantly extending his hands to you to help you settle down, yet as the boat moved (as one does), you ended up falling onto your ex's chest with your fingers intertwined with his.
You groaned into his hellfire shirt, his laughter making his muscles flex beneath the material, a miniscule part of you wishing you could see his body without it.
"It's not funny! You made me fall, asshole!"
Eddie raised his hands up in mock surrender, his smile only widening more as you attempted to punch him on his chest, only furthering his amusement.
"I did no such thing! I was trying to help you, Ms. L/N."
He said in a shocked voice, his hands finding yours as he helped you sit down on the other side of the boat, not wanting to cause it to flip over, already having a slight idea on how that would end.
"Asshole."
You repeated, getting yourself comfortable on the tarp as you looked around the spacious shed, the packets and wrappers that remained from Eddie's feast strewn about the floor.
"I was scared shitless when you called me the other night." You suddenly said, leaning back on the wood and hitting his thigh with your foot; a whine leaving his lips as he grabbed it, absentmindedly starting to massage it. "I was about to abandon my mom and her new boyfriend to come to you. You had me worried, dumbass."
Although your words were meant to be mean, Eddie couldn't help but feel thrilled at the thought that you still cared for him in the way he cared for you.
He couldn't blame you, if you had called him in the middle of the night crying and sobbing about a cheerleader's traumatic death, he would have been pretty worried as well.
"I'm surprised you didn't turn me in to the pigs. Isn't your old man part of the force?" He said, leaning over to grab your other foot and bring it over to his lap, letting your rest your legs' weight on him.
"Ugh, he used to be. Started drinking after mom left him, I think they demoted him after a, uh, incident." You mumbled, remembering clear as day when your father had attempted to shoot your mother's new fling. "Even still, I wouldn't turn you in. When you called, I could tell by your voice that you hadn't done anything wrong. I know you're not capable of murder, Eds. You're too much of a softie for that."
You teased, your foot coming up to hit his jaw playfully, his hand pulling them back down to resume his badly given massage.
"You know me too well, toots." He hummed with a smile as he watched you lean back, being able to see the stars from the position you were in at the moment, your hand coming up to trace one of the familiar constellations in the sky.
"Back in town you can barely see them... Here they're... So clear. And beautiful." You murmured as you pinpointed mars with your pointer finger, waving your free hand around to catch Eddie's attention.
"Come lie down, I want you to see- Ah!"
You let out an embarrassing cry as the boat started moving, your hands coming down to grab onto the sides before hearing Eddie's stifled giggles, his own hands preoccupied in using the oars to push you out a few feet into the lake.
The boat trembled beneath Eddie as he got up, not having waited for it to stop fully moving before pulling himself up, walking over to you and sitting down next to you, stretching his legs so that he was now in the same position as you; lying down and staring up at the sky.
"You reckon we can see Neptune from here?" He said excitedly as he turned his head to look at you, palms growing sweaty and mouth going dry at the sight of you in the pale moonlight, a smile on your lips as you shook your head.
"No, but we can see Venus tonight. Here." Your hand came up to point at something in the night sky, Eddie closing an eye and scooching further towards you to try and determine exactly where you were pointing at.
"Here."
You took his arm, his cheeks flushing up at the proximity as you moved it around until he was pointing directly at a star that was shining slightly brighter than the others around it, making an 'o' shape with his mouth as he realised that was it, and he wouldn't get to see an actual planet.
"You see it, right?"
His head turned to look at you, a smile framing his lips as he nodded, letting out a soft "Yes.", before continuing. "It's beautiful."
You nodded in agreement, not realising that he wasn't actually paying attention to the stars but gazing at you lovingly, your soft touch and words enough to get him to cloud nine.
It seemed that all words failed him as soon as you returned his stare, gawking at you like a fish out of water, waiting for something, anything, to happen.
"Edd-"
"Can I kiss you?" He asked breathlessly, watching your expression morph from confusion into shock... Into... Happiness?
Before he could try and make out anymore emotions, he was interrupted by your equally as breathless voice, the slow 'yes' that left your plump lips enough confirmation for him.
He leaned in as he had many times before, searching for any hint of doubt on your face for a split second before finally closing the space between you, his chapped lips crashing onto yours in a way that only he could manage.
His hands instantly found your waist, pulling you closer so that your legs were tangled together, your own hands finding their spot in his hair as you continued the kiss, pouring every emotion you had had in the past few days into it.
The fear of losing him, the slight twinge of jealousy that filled your chest when you had first seen him with Chrissy, the anger at the police for even suspecting your sweet Eddie for something you knew he would never have the stomach for... Everything. You put everything into that kiss.
And Eddie could tell.
He responded with equal passion, his hands roaming your body and touching you in all of your favourite places, the way his finger pads pressed against your most sensitive spots forcing soft whimpers to come out.
"Never thought I'd make out with you on a boat." Eddie whispered against your lips as you parted to regain your breath, said boat rocking beneath you dangerously, yet in the spur of the moment, neither of you could care less.
"Mm..."
You made a soft sound that could have been interpreted as a whimper since his hands were still resting comfortably on your ass, squeezing and massaging the plush flesh in his palms.
"Eds..."
"Unless you want me to take a well deserved bath, I suggest we-" He moved away from the edge with a grunt, but was interrupted by the same thing he was trying to warn you about, the simple movement causing a series of events that would end with you both soaked.
The boat finally turned turtle thanks to your position, your shocked face being the last thing Eddie fully saw before being submerged in the cold water, the panic instantly being replaced by relief as his feet touched the ground, boosting himself to reach the surface, gasping and coughing once he felt the contact of the boat's wet wood.
He caught his breath for a bit, until he realised that you hadn't come up yet, panic filling his veins as he looked around the pitch black water, his heart hammering against his ribcage hard enough to rip through his chest; trying to look for any sign of movement beneath the lake that would indicate him of you.
The breath of relief that escaped him as he saw your hand suddenly emerge and grab onto the boat left him breathless, swimming over and grabbing you by the waist, holding you flush against him as you gasped and spluttered out any water that remained within your lungs.
"Fuck, you scared me." He mumbled against your hair as he pulled you closer, rubbing a hand up and down your back in an attempt to calm you.
Once he was sure you were okay, he moved onto the boat, grabbing it by the railing and doing his best to flip it back over, his muscles flexing and sticking to his wet shirt, leaving no room for imagination to whoever could be looking. Which in this case, was you.
As soon as the boat was back in position, Eddie helped you climb up, pulling the tarp aside to make sure you wouldn't have to sit down on wet plastic; about to pull himself on as well before he registered what was missing.
"The oars!"
He shouted to himself, realising that they were probably at the bottom of the lake by now, letting out another high pitched sound of annoyance before he basically ripped his shirt off and threw it at you, the object of clothing hitting you straight in the face.
"Eddie, it's not far, we ca-"
"Shut up!" He cried before gasping, submerging himself in the water and swimming down to the bottom, leaving you confused at the top with his wet shirt in your hands.
You'd be lying if you said that the sight of him completely unhinged, mid-tantrum, wet and topless didn't make you want to scream, your face going red at the memory of how his muscles had flexed when he was pushing the boat.
It took a few more seconds of waiting before he reappeared, throwing the wooden oars onto your lap and gasping for air, not waiting to regain his breath before pulling himself onto the boat, landing straight on your thighs with a groan.
"You really didn't have to, Eddie... We could have swam-"
"Let me have this."
He groaned, his voice muffled from the way he had buried his face into your soft thighs, wet his hair leaving droplets of water rolling down your skin.
He soon found himself rowing you both back to the boathouse, holding your hand as you stepped onto the wooden floors before following you, your wet bodies leaving damp stains behind you with every step you took.
Eddie collapsed onto the pile of blankets he had started calling a bed, grunting once he felt your weight hit him, your arms wrapping around his waist as your chest pressed against his back; peppering kisses across his nape.
You really didn't know why you had acted out on such a bold thought, you didn't even know if he was okay with you doing such a thing, but going by the events that had transpired on that damn boat half an hour ago, you assumed he'd be okay with it.
And judging by his reaction to your following words, he was more than happy to accept you once again.
"You wanna cuddle?"
He turned around almost instantly, his arms finding their place around your waist and pulling you both down to the mess of soft blankets, feeling his heart race as you returned his ministrations with soft kisses along his jawline, just like you used to do.
His grip tightened around you once he felt you start to move, getting comfortable so that you were both lying down, his head snuggled into your chest while quivering breaths left his lips as he relished in your presence, the fact that you were actually there with him and not in his imagination making almost everything better.
This. This is what Eddie had been missing.
Your fingers massaging his scalp and running through his hair were starting to lull him to sleep, his energy finally wearing off and leaving him sluggish and exhausted, wanting nothing more than to close his eyes and rest, but your whispers pulled him out of it.
"I missed you."
His heart practically stopped.
"I missed you too." He said without waiting a beat, looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes of his, smiling brightly as you leaned down to kiss his forehead. "So fucking much. You don't know how hard it's been without you..."
He confessed, his thumbs rubbing soft circles over your waist to try to convey all the love and adoration he felt towards you through a simple action.
"Hey, don't... Don't think of that now, okay? I'm here. That's all that matters."
That's all that mattered. Eddie couldn't agree more.
He snuggled his face further into your chest, pulling a blanket over you both and letting your soft ministrations send him to sleep, his eyes slowly fluttering closed as he muttered a final "Thank you." before falling asleep.
You smiled softly, adjusting yourself so you had his head tucked beneath your chin, his warm breath fanning against your neck and sending tingles down your spine.
You didn't even react as your nose started to bleed, too focused on the boy in your arms to care about anything else at the moment.
โ summary ๏ผSteve's still trying to get used to the whole dating thing, but the fact that one of the only girls who genuinely caught his eye seemingly despises him, doesn't really help.
โ warnings ๏ผKind of angsty?, But with a fluffy ending, Swearing, Post-Season 3, Young Steve being a dick.
โ A/N ๏ผGoing back to my roots and writing for this goofball <3. Thank you all so much for your love on my Eddie fic! I'm hoping to write more of him and Steve! โก (Also not proof read since it's about 0:45 rn, so that will have to wait til morning!)
โ word count ๏ผ3,4k.
"Whatcha staring at?"
Steve screamed as Robin's face appeared next to him, dropping the book he was holding and taking a few steps back, his hand resting over his banging heart as he tried to calm down.
"For fucks sake, Robin! Don't scare me like that!"
He snapped, pushing her face away with his book and going back to staring, although not at the work in his hands.
His brown gaze was focused on you as you walked around the store, browsing through the sections and picking up movies, staring at them and then putting them back, finally stopping at the horror section and reached for Tourist Trap, some 70s movie Steve had briefly hear Keith mention while restocking.
"That's Y/N."
Steve finally broke his stare away from you, turning to look at Robin as she copied his stance, resting her chin on her palms as she watched you pull a face at the description of the movie.
"She was my lab partner for a few years, almost blew the whole school to the ground if it weren't for her."
Robin chuckled at the fond memory, switching her gaze to Steve and instantly recognizing those unmistakable heart eyes of his, scoffing as she turned away.
"God, not her, please. She's like, way out of your league, plus, the only cool person I know."
Robin muttered beneath her breath, Steve furrowing his brows and turning to glare at his friend, both offended and hurt by her words.
"What about me? I'm cool!"
"Hardly."
Steve clicked his tongue, turning back around to find you walking over to him, his palms growing sweaty and his heart speeding up, hissing a warning to Robin as if she genuinely cared that you were approaching.
"She's coming, fuck, she's coming-"
Steve did his best to try and seem cool, leaning on his arm but accidentally knocking off a stack VHSs that Robin had placed there, making her click her tongue and letting out a noise of complaint.
Instead of looking cool or smooth, the only thing you saw was Steve Harrington, the late King of Hawkins High, trying (and failing miserably) to pick up the fallen movies and place them back in order before posing awkwardly.
He flashed his award winning smile, hoping that that would distract you from the embarrassment he had just gone through.
"Morning!"
He said cheerfully, leaning his whole body onto the arm he had placed on the counter, feeling his smile slightly falter as you silently placed the movies in front of him without a single word, only a quick nod he would've surely missed if he weren't looking at you so intently.
Steve went through the movies as he mentally punched himself for being so awkward, stopping as he picked one out, the VHS sticking out like a sore thumb compared to all the others.
"Raiders of the Lost Ark, huh? Good choice."
"You haven't watched it, Steve."
"Robin! " He hissed as soon as the words left her mouth, clearing his throat and turning back to you in hoped of smoothing things over. "I- I mean, I started to watch it with my dad, but I fell asleep."
He tried to lighten the mood with a bright smile, which you ignored, of course, snatching the tapes from him as soon as he was done with them and shoving them into your bag, the harsh gesture making Steve flinch.
"Thanks. Bye, Robin."
"Bye, Y/N."
The door to the store made a 'ding!' sound as it closed, announcing your departure and making Steve sigh, leaning back on the counter once he turned around to face Robin, an awkward look on his face.
"How come you get a goodbye?"
"I've known her for a long time. And, she doesn't hate me."
Steve whirled around to stare at her in shock, the word 'hate' reverberating throughout his mind as he took it in.
Hate ? She hated him?
He could only catch a glimpse of your jeans as you walked away from the corner of his eye, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at the ground.
What had he done for you to hate him? It was the first time he had spoken to you! Had you heard the rumours from back when he was 'King'? Were those the ones that caused you to hate him?
"You really don't remember, do you?"
Steve looked up at Robin, who's normally cocky look was exchanged for one of pity, raising her finger to lick it before passing a page in her book.
"Remember what?" He said, a bit harsher than he meant for it to come out, but still, he couldn't really find the answer as to why someone who he had just met, could hate him so easily.
"The Snow Ball?"
Steve only looked even more confused, making Robin sigh in exasperation.
"Fuck, Harrington, how am I supposed to help if you're just going to act like a complete and utter idiot!?" Robin snapped, putting down her book and leaving to the back, where she wouldn't be so affected by his dumbassery.
"Wh-What? What did I do-"
-
The Snow Ball...
Steve couldn't remember much of that night, it was just some stupid memory in the back of his head from years ago, but it was almost like a fresh wound for you.
You could clearly remember his cute little smile as he fixed his hair with his hands nervously, biting the inside of his cheek as he sat in a corner patiently, waiting for anyone to just come talk to him.
It was quite sad at first, it was clear he had gotten his father to do his hair for him, since it was the first time anyone had seen it in such a state, loads of hairspray and gel clearly having gone into it.
His hands where everywhere but at his sides, playing with his tie or looking at his watch as if he hadn't just checked it moments ago.
You just had to do something, you couldn't let him simply sit there alone, waiting patiently for something that clearly wasn't coming.
"Steve? Do you want to dance?"
His brown gaze looked up at you, your hair done in some cheesy 70s hairdo and braces framing your smile, your hand outstretched to him.
Steve wasn't going to complain, hell, he wasn't in the best era of his life either, recalling how he had spent hours before the dance scrubbing his face clean of spots.
"Y-Yeah, I'd really like that."
He beamed, taking your hand and lifting himself up, quickly joining you on the dance floor and shakily putting his hands on your waist, gulping as you put your own on his shoulders, some ABBA song playing in the background.
You remembered the way he brightly smiled as he took you to the photo booth, looking at the Polaroids in disdain once they were handed to you both, the flash and the lighting doing no wonders for either of you.
Yet you smiled it off, drawing some silly moustache over him on his picture as he drew a few things of his own on yours, adding a little red heart on the back of it that he hoped you wouldn't see until you were back home.
It had been perfect.
Or so you thought.
Your dad had picked you up quite early from the ball, waving you over from the doors as you finished your last dance with Steve, ending the night with a quick peck on his cheek before rushing away in a blur of red cheeks and a blue dress.
As you fell asleep that night, you had the crazy idea, that maybe, just maybe, he'd become your boyfriend.
You were 12, you were allowed to giggle and dream of the boy that you had spent the best night of your life with.
But apparently, the feelings weren't returned.
It seemed that during a small school break due to some gas leak, Steve had dumped his old friends to hang out with the popular people he had met at the ball after you had left.
You had returned to your education with a bright smile and high hopes, but you were met with a look of disgust from his friends and a short chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from you as if he were embarrassed of what had gone down the night of the dance.
The new friends he had made were just absolutely horrible. Tommy was known for putting chewing gum in girls' hair, Carol for bullying girls who didn't fit in with her beauty standards, most of the others just being plain horrid to everyone else.
And if that wasn't worse, he had twisted the story of that night, claiming that he had felt bad for you, even though you were weird and had braces and were definitely not his type, and had invited you to dance out of pity.
That didn't go well with Carol's natural gossipy nature, instantly spreading the story until it got twisted and the whole school believed you were some kind of bitch that had somehow forced him to dance with you.
And of course, he got off scott-free, while you had to endure two full years of bullying until some other drama got their attention.
Still, it had ruined almost two years of your life, and Carol still gave you dirty looks every time you passed her at school, so no wonder you developed a deep grudge towards the boy with the perfectly styled hair, that not only festered over time, but ended with you actually admitting to someone that you hated him, and as fate would have it, that person would end up being his best friend years later.
Said person was also stabbing you with a pen at a pep rally, clearly trying to get your attention as you did your best to concentrate on the basketball players.
"What, Robin, what?"
"Steve doesn't remember the Snow Ball."
Those words hurt like actual daggers would, the thought that the boy that had technically ruined quite a big part of your life didn't even remember doing it... Genuinely fucking hurt.
That's how you ended up once again in home video, a small plastic bag with the tapes you had rewinded just that morning and two Polaroids in your hand.
"Where's Steve?"
The guy behind the counter looked at you with a bewildered expression, holding a bag of chips in his hand as a movie played in the small boxy TV that stood on the counter.
"Not here."
"When does his shift start?"
"Dunno."
Your growled, slamming your hands on the countertop and glaring into his eyes.
"Listen, 'Keith', you're going to tell me when Steve Harrington comes in, or I will sit in here for hours on end waiting for him, telling you every single thought that pops into mind, oh, and I can assure you. I am annoying as fuck."
The manager stayed silent, his hand midway into the chips packet as he stared behind you, nodding slowly at whoever was standing there.
"Right there."
You whirled around with an angered glare, making eye contact with Steve's pretty brown eyes, his look of confusion almost comparable to that one of a puppy, but that wasn't the time for that.
"Uh, that- that's me?"
He pointed at himself, cocking his head to a side as he spied the plastic bag and the two pictures, about to question what you actually were doing there and why you were screaming about him, but you interrupted him as you grabbed his hand and pulled him into a corner of a store.
"Shit, take me out on a date fir-"
"Shut up."
You shoved the Polaroid into his face, your angered expression never leaving as he leaned his head back to try and see it properly, his brows furrowed before he recognised the face that was staring back at him.
"Woahoho! How'd you get this? Shit, I forgot all about it!"
He chuckled, focusing on himself as he cringed at the way his hair was styled back then, not realising that if anyone else was asked to tell the difference, they probably wouldn't be able to.
Your finger suddenly pointed at the person next to him, with the blue dress and the stupid updo, frowning for a moment before it all clicked, recognising the girl as you.
"Ohhhh fuuuck-"
"Yeah."
He looked up at you with a face that was contorted in a mixture of guilt and sadness, his free hand coming up to slap against his face as he groaned.
"L/N."
"Yeah."
That was seemingly the only answer your brain could come up with, your fingers involuntarily playing with the hem of your shirt as you watched the recognition wave over him.
"Fuck, I- fuck, I didn't recognise you! Your hair it's - and your style! You- your braces! You got rid of your braces!"
"5 years ago."
You said with an unamused look, making him hiss uncomfortably and look away, nodding his head as his hand rubbed the back of his neck, a clear sign of his nervousness.
"Fuck, I... I was a dick, wasn't I?"
He mumbled, slowly starting to remember all the things that had happened subsequent to the ball. The Polaroid was flipped around, his heart skipping a beat as he recognised the messy looking heart in red Sharpie, recalling how nervous he had been as he shakily drew it on the back.
"Yeah, you were. An absolute dick."
He nodded, knowing now that your hate towards him was valid.
"Shit, look, I'm not trying to make excuses-"
"I don't want your apology."
"I wasn't going to apologize! Shit, that sounded bad-"
He hit his forehead with his hand once again, groaning as a wave of guilt washed over him, the memories just not ceasing now that he had unlocked that part of his life.
"Look, I- I was one of those shitty kids that believed that if you messed with your crush, they'd like you back!"
"So your version of a grand love gesture was getting your crush bullied for two whole years?!"
You snapped back at him, making him shake his head, trying his best to explain himself but just digging himself into a deeper hole.
"No! Fuck, I- I was nervous when they asked me if I liked you, I wanted to say yes but then they started to slag you off! I don't know why I joined in, I guess I just wanted to be cool!"
You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared down at the floor, your foot tapping on the floor angrily as you listened to his half-assed explanation.
"Yeah, well, you got that, didn't you? You didn't get the girl but you got your oh-so-important popularity!"
You raised your arms up in exasperation, letting him try to articulate one final answer but finally growing tired of his bullshit, snatching the Polaroids from him and shoving the plastic bag into his chest.
"Thanks for your time, Harrington."
You left him there with the bag full of tapes, his face staring at you longingly as you walked away, feeling his heart clench as all the now-painful memories of watching you get bullied flooded his mind, that stupid 'ding!' the door made finally snapping him out of it.
"Fuck, wait, wait!"
The bag was thrown across the store and probably into Keith's face, but in the spur of the moment, he couldn't care less.
"Y/N, wait!"
He reached you as you started to pull your car keys out, glaring at him with the same intensity that you had on the other day when he had met you for the 'first' time.
"I... Fuck, I'm really fucking sorry. I'm not like that anymore, I'm not like Tommy or any of those dicks! You think they'd be working at Family Video of all places?"
He cried out, pointing at the vest that displayed his little name tag, the corners of your lips lifting slightly at the thought of any other of those popular guys working at such a store.
"Look, I know there's no excuses for my actions, I made you suffer, I hurt you. I just want you to know, that if I could, I would go back and grab that stupid punk's ridiculous hair and shove him in a locker before he even had the thought of hurting you."
You felt your heart flutter at the thought that he had actually changed to repent his actions, even if he had still caused you enormous amounts of pain... It was... Nice, to know that he regretted it.
"So... I know a stupid apology can't change the past, but I hope it can change the future."
Steve outstretched his hand to you, gulping as he screamed at himself mentally, cursing himself out for being so cringy around you.
The last thing both of you were expecting was for you to actually take his hand, shaking it before pulling away and shoving it into your jacket's pocket.
"Just so you know, Harrington,"
The boy perked up, once again instantly comparable to a puppy finally getting attention, nodding as he tried to get you to continue.
"I don't really see the difference."
Your other hand came up to flick a strand of hair out of his eyes, letting him know you were referring to his perfectly styled hair, that in your eyes, looked exactly the same as that fateful night at the ball.
"Tsk, lies, you can! I use a different kind of hairspray, thank you very much. One that's easier to rinse out of my eyes."
He muttered the last bit underneath his breath, feeling his heart speed up at the sight of your lips forming into a smile, turning your head so he wouldn't be able to see it so clearly.
"Yeah, well ... I'll uh, see you later, Harrington. Thanks for the closure, I guess?"
You turned around to start to walk away, your hands fiddling with the Walkman that was attached to your jeans, but stopped in your tracks as Steve let out a weird sound, much like those a teenager going though puberty would.
"I uh- Harrison Ford is really hot -"
You raised an eyebrow at the sudden proclamation, crossing your arms over your chest as you spun around to face him once again.
"I'm aware of that."
"Would you like to watch that movie of him? The one you rented the other day?"
He was now nervously spewing bullshit, not knowing how to focus when you were right in front of him, his brain short-circuiting as he gazed into your beautiful eyes.
"Raiders of the Lost Ark?" You drawled out, making him clap his hands together and point at you, nodding energetically.
"Yeah, that one! Since I never got to finish it, I was maybe hoping- we could watch it together...?"
You considered his proposition, looking down at the ground for a moment as you thought it through. He did seem like he had actually changed, he wasn't that image of a bully you had made up in your mind all those years ago, he was back to being sweet innocent Steve. The Steve that had accepted your hand as you brought him to the dance floor, the Steve that had nervously placed his hands on your waist and constantly asked if that was okay, the Steve that had poured punch on someone for insulting your dress and had then spent the whole night complimenting it... The Steve your 12 year old self had fantasised about before seeing him again.
You gulped, looking back up and instantly recognizing the look on his face, that of a person that had been rejected way too many times to already know what was coming.
"We don't have to of course, it would be stupid consideri-"
"I'd love to."
You finally declared, smiling as his face instantly lit up at your confirmation, raising both his hands in a thumbs up, nodding furiously as his words came out as a mess.
"Yeah- okay! I mean, cool! Yeah, I'll uh- we'll talk later! I really don't want to be fired-"
With one last wave he hurried back into the store, the glass door slamming behind him and almost shattering it, making you chuckle.
-
Steve adjusted his hair in his car's rearview mirror one last time before clearing his throat and leaving the car, straightening out his jacket as he walked up the pavement, frowning in confusion as he recognised the steps that lead up to the house, looking down at the piece of paper that he had scribbled your address on as you told him on the phone, making sure he didn't get any numbers wrong.
Still confused as hell, he rung the doorbell, clenching his fists at his sides as he heard meowing from behind the door, and a few shouts before the door slammed open, his mouth falling agape as he instantly recognised the head of curls that stood in front of him.
โ POLAROID ๏ผSteve's still trying to get used to the whole dating thing, but the fact that one of the only girls who genuinely caught his eye seemingly despises him, doesn't really help.
โ summary ๏ผY/N's convinced her boyfriend is embarrassed to be with her in public, why else would he want to keep their relationship a secret?
โ warnings ๏ผFluff, Angst, Swearing, Season 4 content, Eddie and Reader misunderstanding each other.
โ A/N ๏ผI'm normally a slut for Steve Harrington, yet here I am, writing for my new favourite character. This is my first fic on tumblr, so feel free to leave a comment on how I did! Requests are open for any stranger things character, feel free to drop one! โก
โ word count ๏ผ3,089.
You loved his hands.
No matter where they were, they always felt amazing, running through your hair or simply rubbing up the sides of your waist, it was as if they had been graced by god.
"G'morning, sweetheart."
Eddie's breath fanned against your neck as he shifted, pressing open mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin, his hands coming up to rub your stomach as pulled you closer.
"Morning, Eds.."
You mumbled back as you snuggled your back into his chest, his fluffy hair tickling at your cheek as he moved around, making sure to cover your entire neck with kisses.
"You slept well, right? I slept like a fucking baby."
Eddie chuckled, the vibrations against your skin sending shivers up your spine, your hands coming down to interlace your fingers with his.
"Yeah, I slept well... Your bed's way comfier than mine..."
You firmly believed that was a fact.
Even in the small dingy caravan he shared with his uncle, his room seemed like a safe space from the rest of the world.
A little isolated corner in Hawkins for the both of you to relax after school, away from everyone else and every problem you had.
You'd spend hours lying in bed in his arms, his face snuggled into your neck much like he was now, his warm hands roaming your body and finally resting on your breasts or stomach; some random vinyl that he had put on hours ago forgotten in the background.
It had been the first time you had actually slept overnight at his caravan, and it truly felt like heaven. His warm body encasing you as you slept, his light snores filling the room once he nodded off, the sounds the TV made from the living room mixing in pleasantly with his own noises.
Although you wished you could stay forever in his arms, feeling the cool air coming in through the window from behind the curtains, listening to his random thoughts and feeling his sweet kisses, you knew everything good had to end.
Eddie pulled his arms from around you, pressing one last kiss to your jaw before leaning up and stretching his arms into the air, making his shirt ride up and reveal his tummy, a yawn leaving his mouth once he had finished his obligatory morning stretches.
"Fuck... Wish I could stay longer here, sweetheart, but duty calls. Got a campaign to organise for tonight, the guys have been cheewing my ear off all week."
He leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before getting up onto his feet and making his way to the bathroom, a faint "hey" coming from outside as he said hello to his uncle.
You shifted underneath the duvet (which smelt just like Eddie, although a bit more weed-ish than he did), looking up at the poster of Black Sabbath he had pinned to the wall right next to his bed, claiming that it was as if god looked down on him while he slept, when for you and everyone else it was just another rock poster among all the others.
As you heard the shower go on, you sighed, knowing that you should probably get up yourself, not wanting to intrude in his uncle's home more than you already had.
Even if he claimed that he didn't mind, that he was glad that Eddie had found someone and was actually going out more often due to you and his club, you couldn't help but feel nervous around the man, feeling as if you always overstayed your welcome.
He would embarrass Eddie in front of you, taking on the roll of the typical mother and showing you pictures of a small Eddie in baths or wearing sunglasses that were too big for his tiny head, the boy whining and complaining the whole time until he was able to pull you away from suffering even more embarrassment.
His uncle claimed that you two were like those cheesy couples he'd watch on late night TV, the picture of a perfect relationship.
Your relationship with Eddie was in fact perfect, everyone knew that.
Well, everyone would know that if you actually came out as a couple.
For some unknown reason, the first few dates you had had with him were done in secret, up on top of a hill at night or in his caravan after school.
You hadn't mentioned it at first, thinking maybe he was new to dating or that he simply felt more comfortable alone, which you of course weren't going to judge.
But you started to gain suspicion when he shot down your ideas of going out together to somewhere like Starcourt (when it was still up and running), or simply meeting up at school to have lunch together.
Then when you had finally started dating, he asked you to keep it a secret for a while until he was ready, but that 'while' quickly turned into half a year.
You loved Eddie, you really did. But sometimes you wondered... Did he love you the way you did? Was he embarrassed of you? Did he feel uncomfortable being around you when you were with other people?
Your thoughts were interrupted as Eddie came back in, his hair slightly damp from the condensation and a towel wrapped around his waist as he walked around the dimly lit room to try and find his clothes.
You smiled at the way he rummaged through that big pile of clothes on his chair, pulling away one of your bras in confusion before throwing it over his shoulder, continuing with his quest to find wearable clothes for that day.
"Here, let me-"
You pulled the curtains away from the window, rolling your eyes as Eddie hissed dramatically as the rays of the morning sun hit his skin, striking a vampire like pose with his arm covering half his face, stopping instantly as he saw your eye roll, watching you start to tidy up his bed.
"You're killing me here, babe."
He mumbled under his breath, grabbing his Hellfire shirt and slipping it on, turning away from you to pull down the towel and put some boxers and trousers on.
You couldn't help but sneak a peak at his ass as he leaned down to pick his clothes up, blushing bright red as he quickly shimmied into his jeans, finally noticing your stare when he turned his head around, smirking proudly before clapping his hands together and snapping you out of it, motioning to your discarded clothes on the floor.
"C'mon, you want a ride or not?"
You stopped as you leaned down to grab your bra, turning to look at him in confusion as you slowly moved to pick your underwear up.
"A ride?"
"Yeah, a ride, y'know, vroom vroom?"
He moved his hands as if he were holding a steering wheel, staring back at you with the same confusion written across his face.
"I- I know what a ride is, Eddie! I'm not stupid!"
"Then why are you acting like I just spoke russian?"
You blinked owlishly at him, forcing yourself to rip your stare away from him and back down to your clothes, fiddling with a loose string from your underwear that stuck out.
Truth be told, Eddie had never offered you a ride.
Well, that was a lie. You had been in his car million of times, whether it be to make out or to drive you to his house, but he had never once offered to take you to school.
He picked you up sometimes after your club had ended, when there were barely any people hanging around the school grounds, saying a brisk hello before latching onto your lips once the car doors were closed.
Even when you mentioned on the phone that you'd be walking to school from your house or that Robin and Steve were going to pick you up, he simply hummed and wished you a safe ride.
He never once volunteered himself to take you to school.
"Hey, love? You're not blacking out on me are you?"
His voice and his sudden touch on your shoulder made you turn around to look at him, his lips turned up into that goofy smile of his, fingers softly squeezing your shoulder to make sure you were okay.
"Yeah, yeah- It's just, you've never really driven me to school..."
Now it was Eddie's turn to look away, inhaling sharply and kissing his teeth, fiddling with one of the rings that he had accidentally left on while sleeping, the cool metal feeling nice against his warm fingers.
"I uh- I'm not going to make you walk all the way from here, am I?"
Eddie could be a dick sometimes, but he wouldn't go to the lengths of making you walk from the caravan park to Hawkins High while he drove there, he wasn't that type of guy.
Still, you couldn't help but feel guilty at the thought that maybe- just maybe, he felt obliged to giving you a ride simply because he would feel bad for making you go to school alone.
"I thought you were embarrassed of being with me..."
You suddenly muttered underneath your breath, Eddie almost getting whiplash from how quick he turned to look at you, his eyes blown out wide as his mouth opened and closed, much like a fish out of water would.
"Wh- Embarrassed? Of you? Never! Why would you-"
He tripped over his own words, hands moving around as he tried to articulate the words he couldn't find, and if you weren't in the middle of being upset, you would have found it quite endearing.
"You're embarrassed of being with me! That's why you want to keep this a secret, right?"
You said, trying your best to not let your voice crack, but it ended up being in vain, since you ended up sounding like a teen going through puberty.
His warm hands instantly found yours as he realised how upset you actually were, bringing them up to his lips and peppering kisses over your knuckles, muttering "no", over and over as he shook his head.
He couldn't believe what he was actually hearing.
Embarrassed? Of you?
You were one of the most, hell, scratch that; the most beautiful girl in Hawkins! Why would he be embarrassed of being around you?!
His kisses halted as he let go of your hands, looking down at you with a concerned look, his fingers coming up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, wiping away a few stray tears that had started to form with his knuckles.
"Why'd you think that? Why would I ever be embarrassed of you, darling? You're perfect..."
You looked away from his dark gaze, shrugging your shoulders, knowing that if you opened your mouth right then it would all come out messy, probably making the poor guy even more confused.
Yet, he deserved to know what you were thinking, right? That was how relationships worked.
You took a deep breath, turning your head to look back at him and finally spoke. "You always go on these rants about the popular kids being dicks, yet you spent like... Half a year making out with me... Even if I'm one of those so-called dicks."
Eddie's face softened, bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks and nodded, egging you on to continue, letting you know that he would listen.
"You want to keep us a secret because you're worried that people will see you as a liar when they see you dating one of the people that you claim you hate."
You felt bad for saying all these things, but you couldn't help but finally get it off your chest, all those feelings that you had pushed down for his sake, scared that maybe he'd get angry at you for not respecting his wishes and dump you, even with the knowledge that Eddie wasn't like that.
He wasn't one of those dicks that went from girl to girl, not caring about their feeling nor the consequences of their actions. Eddie was nothing like them.
He was the sweetest person you had ever met, making sure you were always comfortable around him, that his antics never scared you, that you were okay whenever he saw you mildly tense... He even introduced you to his uncle, brought you to his caravan, let you into the deepest parts of his heart that he had always kept to himself.
You felt bad for unloading this onto him, but you couldn't just ignore it anymore, even if he broke up with you, he had to know how he was making you feel.
You take his calloused hands into yours, pulling them away from your now-red face and taking a step back, your arms crossing over your chest as you looked away as soon as you realised the tears you had tried your best to keep at bay were now freely running down your cheeks.
"Hey, hey, no!"
You felt his warm hands instantly land on your waist, pulling you towards him and letting you rest your head against his chest, a shaky breath leaving his mouth as he snuggled his face into your hair, sighing softly.
"I'm sorry, pretty girl... Of course I'm not embarrassed of you. Far fucking from it. I want nothing more than to drive into school with you every morning, hold your pretty lil' hand as we walk through the halls, eat lunch underneath the bleachers with you like in those silly rom-coms my uncle watches, I want nothing more than to be your boyfriend... A proper one."
He leaned back, allowing you to continue your hug as he brought his hands up to your face, smiling softly at the sight of your confused expression, finding the way you cocked your head to a side adorable.
His thumbs ran over the apple of your cheeks, the cool metal of his rings rubbing comfortably against your warm skin, a small part of you getting worried that maybe your tears would rust the cheap material.
"You, my beautiful girl, are the most amazing girl in Hawkins. I could never be embarrassed of you. I... Never meant for it to come off that way, I was stupid for even suggesting to keep this a secret."
"Then why did you?" You asked slowly, recognising the guilt written on his face as he tried to come up with an answer, your nails digging into the denim of his jacket.
"Cause I thought you would be the one who'd be embarrassed. Not me."
Huh?
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, making him groan and raise a hand to his face to cover his eyes, already having felt exposed enough, not ready for another wave of nerves to wash over him.
"What do you-"
"Fuck, look! You're - You're the most popular girl in Hawkins! Everyone wants you, fuck, I'm surprised Steve hasn't made a move on you yet, considering how much you hang out with each other!"
He cried out in exasperation, moving back as soon as you let go of his jacket and leaning on the wall of posters behind him, running his ringed fingers through his curly hair.
"I... Didn't want to ruin your reputation. If people realised you were dating someone like me, the fucking king of freaks, they'd label you as one too! I'm sure you've worked hard for your reputation... I can't just ruin that out of my own selfishness."
Your gaze softened as you noticed the way his fingers were nervously tapping against the wall, his other hand pulling and tugging at his locks as he looked everywhere but your face, clearly doing his best to not feel even more uncomfortable than he already was.
"You were doing it to protect me?"
"I mean- Protect your reputation more than anything. I didn't want you to get bullied like me or the Hellfire club, y'know? I didn't want to see my favourite person be put down simply because of going out with me. I didn't want to be the cause behind your friends leaving you-"
You interrupted him as you smiled, his eyes instantly darting towards you and cocking an eyebrow up in confusion.
"Is my meltdown amusing to you, Miss L/N?"
You gasped, shaking your head and trying to wipe the smile off, yet you couldn't help it at the realisation behind his words.
Eddie only wanted to protect you from being hurt by your friends.
He didn't hate you, he didn't feel embarrassed by you, fuck, he loved you!
"No, of course it's not, Mister Munson... I'm just... Shocked that- that's the actual reason."
Eddie chuckled, pushing himself forwards with his foot and walking up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and starting to sway you around.
"You actually thought it was because I was embarrassed? Oh, honey. You're the best fucking thing that's happened to me. Why in the world wouldn't I want you next to me?"
Your arms found their way around his neck, his thumbs softly rubbing circles on your waist as he slowly pulled you two around the room, what had began as an attempted hug, now having turned into some sort of weird waltz.
"Does that mean that I get to be your girlfriend? Officially?"
You'd never seen Eddie smile brighter than he did right then.
"Officially."
Your heart did flips as he spun you around, finally dipping you and dramatically pressing his lips to yours, lifting you back up before you could slip out of his grasp and smiling down at you.
"So about that ride..."
Dustin and Mike had seen weird, terrifying, hell even traumatic things... But nothing could have prepared them for the sight of you, one of the most popular girls in school, climbing out of Eddie's car in one of his jackets, his hand holding yours as he helped you out.
"Oh, dude, no, no, no."
"I think I'm going to puke-"
Dustin hurled as soon as he saw you press your lips to Eddie's, Mike's expression of horror being shared amongst most of the students of Hawkins High.
Everyone got the memo as soon as Eddie lifted his middle finger up, his other arm hooked around your waist as he buried his face into your neck, everyone turning around and trying to get back to their own conversations.
"You're so extra, Eds... You literally parked in middle of the field..."
"What can I say, honey? I love a dramatic entrance."
