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[aroace-boyfriend]

steve and robin go to a gay club in indianapolis and steve cannot stop staring at this guy with long dark curls that’s wearing chains and a leather jacket (which steve thought was the opposite of his type but apparently not).

steve himself is wearing a croptop and high-waisted jeans that “make his ass look amazing” (according to robin) and he even let them put some sparkly shit on his face because why the fuck not at this point. he’s been covered in blood and monster guts, he can handle wearing makeup.

anyway, the point is steve knows he looks good. its not him bragging, it’s just a fact of life. the sky is blue, water is wet, and steve harrington is hot. that’s just how it is.

so when steve sees the hot guy across the room, he doesn’t doubt that they’ll think he looks good. it’s just… steve, despite being a notorious playboy, is actually fucking awful at flirting.

because of this, steve decides to simply pine from afar and mope while robin is having the time of their life (sometimes he really hates being the designated driver, but alas, he’s the only one that can actually drive).

robin, being the amazing and observant friend they are, immediately notices this and begins scheming. when steve looks away to ask the bartender for a coke (poor guy), robin meanders their way through the crowd and over to the guy steve was eyeing up.

they tap him on the shoulder and the guy turns around, cocking his head in question.

“hey, my friend over there thinks you’re hot but is terrible at flirting so i decided to be a good friend and wingman for him,” they yell over the music.

the guy blinks, looks from them to steve and back, before whipping his head around again to gape at steve. robin isn’t sure how to take that until the guy asks, incredulously,

“is that steve fucking harrington?”

robin panics because oh shit this guy knows steve which means they accidentally outed steve to some guy who apparently knows him?? (and who is still staring at him dumbstruck). robin squints their eyes suspiciously and replies

“…and what if it was?”

the guy snaps his attention back to robin and open and closes his mouth a few times before blurting out

“do you- does he not know who i am?”

now it’s robins turn to be confused because why the fuck would steve know this guy? the man obviously reads this in their expression because he drags a hand down his face before stating

“i’m eddie munson. the ‘freak’ of hawkins high? king steve’s number one rival?”

“don’t fucking call him that,” robin spits out venomously. they’ve had to help steve out of self-deprecating panic attacks too many times because of that fucking title and will not hesitate to punch this guy for using it.

“okay, jeez. but seriously, do neither of you recognize me? i don’t know if i should be offended or not,” eddie ponders aloud.

robin huffs and rolls their eyes. steve really knew how to pick ‘em (aka snarky and a bit cocky).

“whatever, he’s changed a lot- obviously- so if you’re not a dick then the offer still stands,” robin responds.

eddie looks over at steve again and sighs to himself. he never would’ve guessed he’d see steve fucking harrington in a croptop, let alone a gay bar, let alone interested in him.

and eddie was never one to waste an opportunity so…

“i’ve been into him since the moment i fucking saw him at hawkins high, there is no way i’m refusing that offer,” he replies.

robin laughs and pulls eddie through the crowd and towards steve. eddie kinda feels like he’s dreaming when steve looks over at him and blushes, pink splotches decorating his face.

wow, eddie thinks, he really is the stuff of dreams

[farttdust]

Steve has been flirting with Eddie relentlessly, and apparently everyone notices except Eddie.

So, after months of trying to get Eddie’s attention to no avail, he gives up and pulls away. Completely.

And it leave’s Eddie reeling. What did he do? He thought they were friends! Then all of a sudden the guy won’t even look at him. He gets his feelings hurt, and he gets mean. It’s a defense mechanism he’s not proud of. 

They're sitting in Steve’s house, as he so graciously lets Eddie host Hellfire in his Living Room and Dustin’s been jabbering away about how they should make an NPC for Steve in their next campaign. Eddie doesn’t get it. Steve won’t even talk to him anymore so why the hell would he include the guy in his game? In his storyline. So he scoffs, cutting Dustin off.

“What’s he gonna do? Stand there and look pretty? That’s all he’s good for anyways.” He mutters the last part, but clearly not quiet enough because the look on Steve’s face is absolutely distraught. Everyone’s looking at him now, “What?” He snaps. Most of them turn away, watching Steve as he climbs the stairs and locks himself in his room. 

“Dude. What the fuck?” Dustin shouts, not even bothering to censor himself. “What?” He finds himself asking, he didn’t expect Dustin to take Steve’s side. “Why would you say that? Steve is like… Super insecure.” Eddie shrugs, “Maybe I would have found that out if he didn’t start fucking ignoring me?” 

This catches Robin’s attention. She had followed Steve upstairs and was trying to talk to him through the door, but down she was bounding down, marching towards Eddie with a look on her face he’d never seen before. “Ignore you? Eddie, you might be the dumbest person on the planet.” She was positively growling at him. 

“Yeah! Bucks, ignoring me! We were friends! Nd all of a sudden, poof!” He was confused, why was everyone blaming him for this? 

Robin groaned, “He. Liked. You. You fucking idiot,” She stabbed him in the chest with her finger, annunciating her words with it. And that. That sent Eddie into another dimension. “No, he didn’t. Steve is straight.” He said, more trying to convince himself that he didn’t just fuck himself over, than as a statement. 

Robin’s face softened. “Dude. You are, so… Ugh. Just… go talk to him.” She shoved Eddie in the direction of the stairs. 

He was face to face with Steve’s door, he knocked softly. “I’m okay, Robs. I’m just giving them some space.” He could hear the tears that clogged up Steve’s throat. He cleared his own before softly saying, “It’s Eddie. I- I want to apologize.” He could hear fumbling around before the door clicked open. If hearing Steve cry wasn’t enough, seeing the tear streaks on his face tore his heart in half. “Oh, Steve.” He whispered, cursing himself. Steve waved a hand, “It’s okay, Eddie, I get it. You don’t like me, it’s fine. I’ll be okay.” His voice was wobbly, and he looked like he wanted to be anywhere else than talking to Eddie right now. Eddie scrubbed a hand over his face, “I fucked up really bad, Steve.” He sighed. 

“I do like you. I thought you started ignoring me, I thought, maybe. I dunno. That you hated me again.”

“Eddie, I never hated you. Literally ever. Even in highschool I thought you were like, the coolest. I tried to get Tommy H. to leave you alone, but he-” Steve swallowed hard, “He threatened to out me, if I kept trying to protect you, I couldn’t- My dad, he… Yeah.” And suddenly Eddie remembers the terrified look on Steve’s face every time they walked past, he thought it was about him, not for him. “I’m sorry, Steve. I really shouldn't have said that, and I don’t really think it’s true… I just. When you just up and started ignoring me, I got defensive.”

Steve looked at him, “I wasn’t ignoring you, I was- I was giving you space! Eddie. I’ve been, flirting with you for months and-” 

“You were flirting with me?”

“Yes! Eddie! That, what do you think I meant when I said Tommy H. would out me? God! I thought you didn't like me! I was taking the hint! I was… Giving you space,”

Eddie slapped a hand over his face. “I’m so dumb,” “No, Eddie…” “Steve. I had no idea you were flirting with me, I didn't even know you’re queer until two minutes ago! God… I’m so sorry.”

Steve just looked at him before cracking a smile, “Wow, Eds. You really are clueless.” Eddie giggled, “So I’ve heard.” He grabbed Steve’s hand. “I really am sorry though. I’m not good with emotions, or people… Can we try again?” Steve nodded, a soft smile gracing his lips, “Yeah, we can try again.” 

“I’m Eddie, I think you’re the hottest, most precious, thing I’ve ever seen. Wanna go on a date?”

“I’m Steve, your hair is prettier than mine and I wanna spend every waking moment with you. I would love to go on a date.” 

They returned downstairs, hand in hand, with matching smiles. Robin grinned at them, “So, Eddie. I see you’ve stopped being an idiot.” A dopey grin spread across his face, “Yeah,” He drawled, turning to Steve, looking at him like he hung the stars themselves. Steve returned the look right back. 

They were broken apart by a loud groan. “Now we gotta deal with that? Ugh. Go back to being stupid!” Erica teased, her tone was light. The group laughed at that, happy to have the tension in the house gone. “Alright! Let's play some DnD!” Dustin cheered. Eddie scoffed. 

“What is this? A movie? The campaign isn’t even finished being written!”

[farttdust]

Harringrove Prompt #4

Deaf!Steve and HoH!Billy

They meet at Chicago's rally for deaf and hard of hearing people.

Billy wears hearing aids, Steve is a big advocate for ASL.

Billy wants to learn, Robin translates for them (she knows ASL from being a CODA.

Steve agrees to teach him.

[farttdust]

Valentine’s Day is Just a Money Making Scheme

Steve loves Valentine’s Day. The hearts, pink, red, purple, chocolate! He doesn’t know why exactly he’s so drawn to it, it’s never made a big deal out of, not from his parents, and surprisingly not from Nancy. When they were together she made it clear that Valentine’s Day was a waste of money in her mind, just a holiday to feed corporate greed. Steve never thought about it like that though, he enjoyed the light-heartedness of it all, the love the was felt seemingly all around. Maybe he’s drawn to it because affection becomes normal, and it’s never a regular occurrence for Steve.

When Valentine’s Day comes around, Steve expects Billy to have the same views as Nancy, especially because of the macho, manly-man, front Billy puts on. So, Steve never mentions it seriously, maybe a couple of off-hand comments when they’re at the store together in mid-January, and Billy points out the decorations and stuffed animals. On the day itself, Steve doesn’t expect anything, he’s learned not to get his hope up, in chances that he gets disappointed again.

Before leaving for work, he fixes Billy a nice breakfast of pancakes with tiny chocolate syrup hearts. He kisses Billy goodbye and heads out to Family Video, which’s been decked out in pink and red streamers, and small plastic hearts covering the front windows. Once arriving Robin gives him a small wave and tosses him a small piece of candy. “Happy Valentine’s day, Dingus.” He smiles at her and reaches into his pocket, pulling out the piece of chocolate he had picked up at the store for her. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Rob.”

“So,” She drags out, “Is lover-boy planning on doing anything special for you guys tonight?” She asks with a waggle of her eyebrows. Steve laughs and shakes his head, “Nah, I don’t think so. We didn’t really plan anything, I didn’t want to make a huge deal out of it.” Robin furrows her eyebrows at this, “Steve. I thought you loved Valentine’s Day?” Steve sighs, “I do, but I know it’s not really Billy’s scene and I didn’t want to make him do anything he’s uncomfortable with. Besides- The decorations at Family Video are enough for me.” Robin shakes her head, “Whatever, Steve-o. You deserve to have a good Valentine’s Day.” Steve waves her off and clocks in, ready to start his shift.

Steve goes through his shift quietly, and Robin can tell he’s disappointed by how he’s acting. So she starts planning, on her lunch break, she tosses Steve another piece of chocolate and says “I’m gonna go make a quick call. Be back in a sec!” and walks out the front door down to the payphone that’s on the next block. She dials Steve’s house phone, knowing that Billy’s there and not at work, Steve mentioned it quickly during one of their conversations. When Billy picks up she wastes no time explaining how Steve feels, and together they start formulating a plan. After 10 minutes, a Valentine’s dinner is planned for Steve, all Billy has to do is set it into action.

When Robin gets back to family video, Steve notices the grin on her face and asks what’s up, she makes up a lie that she has a date and is excited for it. Steve hums, “At least one of us is going to have a successful Valentine’s day. They continue through the last half of their shift relatively quickly, though it does get a bit annoying having to tell every last couple that all the romance movies have been checked out already. After they finish closing, Steve says goodbye to Robin and wishes her good luck on her date. They both get in their cars and pull out of the parking lot, driving off in separate directions.

Robin stops by the payphone once again to let Billy know that Steve’s on his way home and to make sure everything’s ready at the house. Once Billy confirms she hangs up and starts heading home, hoping that Steve gets the Valentine’s Day date he deserves.

Meanwhile, Steve is driving home listening to the mixtape Billy made for him for his birthday last year. Getting closer to home he sighs, disappointed, but not surprised.

He pulls into the driveway and put his car in park. He’s not paying attention and he almost misses the chalk-drawn hearts that are spread out on the driveway. “What?” He whispers to himself. He pulls out his keys and unlocks the door, once inside he can hear records playing soft love songs, ones that his grandma used to listen to, and he can smell something amazing coming from the kitchen. Rounding the corner, he sees Billy all dressed up in his nice, white, date shirt, and his best pair of jeans. Billy walks up and pulls him in by the waste and plants a sweet kiss on Steve’s lips, “There’s a bath waiting for you upstairs, go get ready while I finish setting up dinner.

Steve’s heart is so full as he nods and heads up the stairs to his bathroom, he swears it’s going to burst. Once in the bathroom, he almost cries at the sight of the rose petals dancing in the water, and the plate of chocolate-covered strawberries on the counter. He relaxes in the bath for a while, picking at the strawberries and washing his hair with the peach-scented shampoo he knows Billy loves. Once clean, and dried off, he walks into his room to get dressed, pulling on his own nice pair of jeans, and a red sweater.

He walks downstairs and this time he does tear up at the sight of Billy at the dining room table, with a cheesy teddy bear and a bouquet of lilies, because Steve only like roses as an accent, whatever that means (He’s learned not to question Steve about house decor). Take out dinner from Enzo’s is plated up nicely, curtesy of Billy, and there’s a cheesecake omn the counter for dessert. Wiping his eyes, Steve looks at Billy, “Bill, you didn’t have to do all this,” He whispers. Billy grabs his hands and pulls him into a tight hug, “Yes, I did Stevie. Robin called me from work and told me how sad you were. Why did you tell me you didn’t want to make a huge deal out of it?” Steve stammers, “Well, I. I knew it wasn’t really your type of thing and Nancy always-” Billy cuts him off. “Stevie. I’m not Nancy. I love you, and if you love Valentine’s Day and like to celebrate it, then so do I. You give up so many things for me, like not going to operas and all that fancy shit you like. I can do Valentine’s Day for you. Because. Because I love you.” He finishes with a whisper. Steve looks up, eyes shining, “I love you too, Billy. So much more than you’ll ever know.”

Billy smiles, “I’m glad you said that. Now. I’m, I’m not proposing. Because we’re young and we can’t get legally married, but. Someday. When we’re both ready, and out of this shit hole town, I will marry you so hard.” And with that he pulls out a ring, a plain silver band, and slips it onto Steve’s finger, “I promise, that if you’ll have me, I’ll be with you forever.” And the final straw is when Steve notices the matching band wrapped around Billy’s finger, and he breaks down. With tears streaming down his face he grabs Billy’s cheeks and swings in for a long, teary kiss. After pulling away and wiping his tears, and watching Billy wipe at his own eyes, they sit down and enjoy their dinner.

With a new promise shining on their hands, and in their hearts, each fall asleep on the couch, with their lovers in their arms.