#roller skating date

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@zissie This one's for you!!! Thank you so much for the roller skate date prompt!!

I had so much fun dressing up Cas! Mind the tiny details!! 👀

[queer-coded-camaro-driver]

Fic prompt concept….Eddie/Chrissy and Steve/Billy double date. Where would they go? What would they do? Do Billy and Eddie fist bump under the table because they both bagged the prettiest people in Hawkins??? Give me the details.

Ahhhh thank you so much! This kind of ran away with me and turned into a whole fleshed-out idea about exchanging class rings but here we go.

Edissy and Harringrove fluff!!

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Steve is trying his best to have fun but it’s quickly becoming a challenge. Billy, Eddie, and Chrissy are excellent skaters. They whirl around the rink with ease; Eddie even shows off a little by hiking Chrissy into the air or spinning her around in tight circles by the hips. She flings her head back to giggle, curly ponytail bouncing, her boyfriend’s too-big shirt billowing where it isn’t tucked into her tight denim shorts. They’re a picture of ease, the cutest couple at the rink.

Steve clings to the wall, scooting incrementally around the room. 

Billy pulls up to his side, slipping an arm around his waist to try guiding him into the fray. “Woah there, cowboy.”

“C’mon, princess, it’ll be fun. I won’t let go of you or let you fall, I promise.”

“Pinky swear?” the older boy squints, holding up his hand. Billy wraps his pinky around Steve’s and nods once.

“Pinky swear.” He leans toward the center of the floor and Steve lets go of the wall, allowing the blond to take control. He keeps his knees bent the way Billy taught him and clings to the younger boy’s bicep with both hands. “That’s it, pretty boy. You’ve got this.”

After two slow but successful passes around the floor, Steve catches the hang of roller skating and straightens up a little. He releases Billy’s arm from his vice grip. “This isn’t so bad! It’s kind of fun, actually.”

“Told you,” Billy smiles. Really smiles. 

Eddie and Chrissy pause their flipping and twirling. The cheerleader drags her boyfriend over by the wrist. “I’m gettin’ hungry. You guys want to hit the snack bar for refreshments?”

There are nods all around. Billy insists he can cover a pizza to split and Eddie claims responsibility for their drinks, leaving Steve and Chrissy to flap their hands and argue uselessly about pitching in. It takes some grumbling and bartering, but eventually it’s agreed that they can pick up the bill “next time” the four hang out together. 

As the two metalheads skate off toward the snack bar, Steve hears Billy say: “Refreshments? Demanding to pay for dinner? How’d we bag such sweet dates, Munson?”

“Good luck?” Eddie shrugs. Chrissy elbows Steve in the ribs, clearly just as amused and pleased as him about their boys’ commentary. 

“What cuties, huh?” she grins. 

“Yeah. He’d skin me alive if he heard me saying it, but Billy is the most kindhearted marshmallow I’ve ever met. I want to raise his kids and wash his car by hand and make him dinner every day.”

“You’re a shit cook, Harrington,” the cheerleader quips. Steve is too excited about sitting down in the booth without tripping or falling over to fight back. 

“My point still stands.”

“You’d make a great housewife,” Chrissy parks herself across from him at the table with far more grace than he could ever manage. “An apron, some oven mitts, a nice pearl necklace…”

“Chrissy,” Steve gawks. “That's so gross!”

“What are you talking about!? You’re the one with your mind in the gutter.”

“Whatever.”

There's a beat of silence and then...

“Has he given you his ring yet?” she asks, fiddling with the hem of her shorts. 

“His class ring?” Steve clarifies. Chrissy nods, curls bobbing. She’s nibbling on her bottom lip nervously, as if Eddie Munson would ever consider leaving her again now that he’s finally managed to win her over. Steve reaches across the table and pats her on the arm encouragingly. “I’m sure Eddie is planning to offer you his ring, Chris. If he can find the damn thing in that pigsty of a room.”

“He is kind of a mess, isn’t he?” 

“Duh, he’s a teenage boy. We don’t grow out of the messiness until our early twenties, or so I’m told,” Steve answers. She smiles again, shoulders lax with relief. “And to answer your question, no. Billy hasn’t given me his class ring yet, either.”

Chrissy repeats his earlier back to him sentiment in her soft, bright voice, “I’m sure he will.”

Steve certainly hopes so; he wants nothing more than to keep Billy Hargrove. To make him happy.

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“Are you really here with Chrissy Cunningham?” Duane Levington asks from behind the snack counter. Eddie crosses his arms over his chest. 

“Yeah, why?”

“That’s cool, man. She’s super nice.”

“Oh, well, yeah. That’s kind of why I’m going out with her. Total sweetheart.”

“Right,” Duane nods. Billy and Eddie put in their order and take their call number. 

“You gonna give her your class ring tonight like you planned?” Billy bumps his shoulder into Eddie’s and nearly crashes the taller boy into a trash can. 

“Hey! Watch it, Hargrove. And yeah, I am. When’re you gonna give yours to Steve?”

“I… I can’t,” Billy sighs. “I gave it to someone back in California and never got it back. Now he probably expects one and I’m not sure what to do.”

“Give me a week, buddy, and I’ll have something even better for you to give your pretty boy.”

“Thanks, man.” 

“Of course. Anything for my two best friends.”

"Also never fuckin' call Harrington 'pretty boy' again, got it?"

"Jeez, yeah. Sorry."

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ONE WEEK LATER

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Steve practically bounces up to Chrissy in the aisle of Family Video and pokes her in the ribs to make her jump. “Hey, what the fu– Oh, hey Harrington. What’s up?”

“He finally did it!” Steve holds up his hand and wiggles his pointer finger. “I mean, it’s not a class ring ‘cause that’s back in California… but close enough!”

Chrissy whoops and throws her arms around his neck, both of them jumping up and down as Robin watches with equal parts disdain and amusement. 

“Did Eddie make that?” the cheerleader points. The heavy silver skull resting at the base of Steve’s finger glints under the dim lights as he turns it back and forth. 

“Yeah, but Billy designed it to match his tattoo.”

“Gross!” Robin blurts. She throws her hands in the air and gestures wildly all the way back into the sorting room. “You guys are all super gross!”

“We know!” Steve shouts back. Chrissy laughs, Eddie’s ring glinting on her finger, the base wrapped in yarn to keep it from slipping off. “Congrats, Chris. I’m happy for you.”

“You too, Harrington. We bagged the hottest boys in Hawkins!”

“Damn straight.”

“Well…”

“Shut up, Cunningham.”

[kurt-nightcrawler]

Roller skate

Warren Worthington III x Male Reader

Request: im gonna be that bitch & request warren worthington x male reader doing something fluffy like rollerblading date night -anonymous 

Warnings: maybe some language but that’s about it

Word Count: 982

You walked in— tickets in hand, music playing over the speakers, people all over- the skating rink. One of your favorite places to go on a Friday night. Usually, you’d be with Jubilee and Kurt, but this time you wanted to go without them.

You wanted to go with your boyfriend. However, when you asked him to go with you, he originally said no. 

-

“Please babe…”

“No way. I’ll look stupid or something— I don’t know how to skate.”

You gave his hand a squeeze, “I can teach you! It’s really easy. Plus the roller rink is mutant and gay-friendly.”  

His brows rose up, “Oh?” 

“Uh-huh, we could hold hands— ” Waren adjusted himself so he was straddling your lap, playing with your hair, “—Maybe even kiss in the dark.”

“Be gross like Scott and Jean?” He teased. 

“We’d do it better,” You joked, pecking his lips. “So what do you say? Will you go?” 

Warren let out an exaggerated sigh, “Fine… Only cause I like you.” 

“Yay!” You grinned like an excited child, “Thank you— you won’t regret it.”

-

All you had to do was curve your lips up and flash a smile at Warren, and he was wrapped around your finger. That’s exactly how he ended up at the skating rink.

“Come on, we gotta get skates.” You held his hand in yours, dragging him along to get your skates. 

“Take your boots off and the guy will get you skates...” Warren unlaced his boots and set them on the counter next to your sneakers. “Hi, um, we’re both size eleven mens.” The guy took both pairs of shoes and returned back moments later with roller skates. “Thanks!” 

You led him to a bench and put on your skates. “It might seem weird, but it’s really no different than walking once you get used to it.” 

“Easy for you to say. You’re good at this.” 

“Relax, you’re going to be fine…” You intertwined your hand with his and gave him a shy smile. “I promise.”

The music was some form of disco and the lights were flashing shades of pink, blue, and green. “Okay, now the first few steps on the rink are the hardest, but you can use me for support—” 

Warren scoffed, “I weigh more than you— wings and all.” 

“And yet who swept who of their feet?” You teased, gliding forward on the floor. Warren's eyes widened in fear for a split second— afraid of falling— before relaxing due to no real danger being present. “You okay?” You asked over the loud music. 

“Yeah! I’m fine.” 

You went at a slower speed since it was Warren’s first time. He struggled a bit at first, a bit unbalanced and unstable. He fell a few times, giving you a glare the first time it happened, telling you to “shut up,” and pretend it didn’t happen. 

He did eventually get the hang of it. He wasn’t perfect or anything, but he was trying his best. 

“Alright, everyone!” The DJ called out. “We’re gonna have ya’ll get off the floor for a moment… Come on, just for a second.” Everyone skated off and went to any empty benches.

“What’s going on?” Warren asked. 

“Well, the DJ usually—” 

“Alright! Now all the couples come on down to the floor. We’re gonna get the mood set.” Careless Whisper played over the speakers and people got up in pairs, heading onto the floor.

 Warren glanced at you, nervous, “Should we?...”

You nodded, “They’re excepting here. See?” You motioned to two girls on the floor, skating together, holding hands, bodies close and supporting each as to not fall. “C’mon!” You pulled him up and kissed his lips before skating off onto the floor. 

-

I’m never gonna dance again

You skated with elegance, ease, and class— Warren’s hand intertwined with yours. 

Warren… he was trying his best. “I fucking suck at this.” 

You shook your head and laughed. 

Guilty feet have got no rhythm

“I love you.”

“What?” He called out over the loud music.

“I’ll tell you later!” 

Never without your love

The song came to an end and everyone was sent off the floor. This time it was girls only. Girls Just Wanna Have Fun played and you both decided to take a break. 

“I got us water.” Warren handed you a cup and you gratefully accepted.

“They’re gonna call up all the guys soon. Wanna go?” 

“If you want, I’m down for whatever.” Warren tossed his empty cup in the trash. 

“They’ll just play the YMCA or whatever. Usually, when they do Peter and Kurt lose their shit— it’s pretty funny.”

“They play what?” Warren asked, a hint of disbelief in his words. 

“The YMCA, Young man.” And just like that, on queue, YMCA started playing. 

“Come on—” Warren held out his hand, “—We can go catch a movie or something afterward.” 

 You took his hand and skated out to the floor.

-

The song ended and most people were starting to leave. You returned your skates in for your shoes. Warren tied his boots, but you didn’t even bother to put your shoes on. 

“Can you drive, babe?” You walked around the parking lot, looking for your car.

“Yeah. You worn out?” 

You tossed him the keys. “Mmm…” You leaned against the car door and wrapped your arms around his neck.  “Just not in the mood to drive.” 

He snickered at your demeanor, “Okay, baby… Hey, what were you gonna tell me earlier? You know, the music was too loud. You said you’d tell me later because I couldn’t hear.” 

“Hmm? Oh… I don’t… I don’t remember.” 

“That so?” He kissed your lips. 

“Uh-huh.” He kissed them again.

“Need a memory refresher?” And again. 

You laughed and shook your head, “I love you, dork.” 

He cupped your face before pressing his lips against yours, with a bit too much passion for a roller skate parking lot. “Love you too, babe.”

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[thoughts-of-the-unheard]

so my roller skating dates post

in same good witch episode grace goes on a roller skating date and she doesn't know how to skate so ofc she falls and its cute and that reminded me of my roller skating “date”

now i play roller derby so im pretty good on skates and the boy i was with had never been on skates before but he played ice hockey and apparently its basically the same for roller blades, or inline skates, so he wasn't bad at skating but i love crossovers and i wanted to impress him ig so i was doing them and i fell now when i was first learning crossovers i fell a lot but that was at least four years ago and i really haven't fallen on crossovers since so i don't know what happened but i was totally showing off and completely deserved to fall on my knee and eventually the rotation turned and we were skating clockwise which is the opposite of derby direction which is the direction ive skated in years maybe so i was a little on edge i guess or maybe it was bc he was holding my hand and we were skating really close but either way something happened and we fell i fell first and then i guess he tried not to run me over bc he didn't hit me but he did end up on the floor a few feet away from me and we were just laughing until a working skated over and asked if we were okay we were i went over and helped him up and we skated around until open skate was closed