dinner dates ! jjk x reader series pt. 2/4
by @cinnamon-girl-writes
featuring: nanami, toji, yuuta, geto | see: part 1
kento nanami:
(we’ll say you guys live together and are dating/engaged)
ok so nanami mostly just wants to spend time with you so he’d choose somewhere that’s more private
he thought a lot about where to take you because he wanted somewhere you’d like
but he’d never be caught dead asking gojo for advice so 😭 he had to come up with something on his own
i think he’d pick a nice quiant little ramen place 🥰
y’all haven’t been there before but you see it one the way to work and you’re always mentioning it
when he tells you where you’re going, you’re obviously super excited 💜
he’d dress up all nice in a white button up and blue slacks and brown dress shoes and-
i’m sorry i could go on about him forever. anyways
you’re wearing an adorable frilly yellow sundress he bought you a few weeks ago and has been silently praying that you’ll wear (nanami, you horny bastard)
NO BUT Y’ALL LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER WITH Y’ALLS COORDINATING OUTFITS I-
the ramen place is so cute 😌 the chefs and waiters are so sweet and treat you like family it’s adorable
you order miso ramen and nanami orders spicy tonkotsu ramen and it’s delicious! :)
he loves seeing his girl happy and where would you be happier than at a ramen restaurant??
he’s not the type to take pictures of his food but he absolutely sneaks in plenty of pictures of you (both with and without your knowledge😉)
he also orders edamame to share but ends up letting you eat all of it
afterwards, he drives you back to your shared apartment and the two of you shower together and then get ready for bed
once y’all are in bed you cuddle for the rest of the night, just enjoying eachother’s presence 🥺
bonus: he lets you pick the movie you fall asleep to that night; you pick notting hill *cut to nanami crying at 2 am because he stayed up to watch it*
toji fushiguro:
toji may seem like a tough guy on the outside but he’s soft for his girl 🥰
it’s your four year marriage anniversary so he wants his princess to feel special ✨
he decides to take you out to a fancy michelin star resetaurant that you’ve had your eye on for a few months
you’ve quite literally been stalking their instagram account because the food looks that good
the two of you get ready together in your shared apartment (stop because I could write a whole drabble about domestic!toji- I have to stop myself-)
anyways, you’re wearing a dark blue bodycon mini dress with gorgeous silver heels and your wedding band shimmering on your finger ✨
toji doesn’t usually dress up much, but for his girl he will, especially on an important day like today !! he’s wearing a white button up shirt (that you can see his muscles through 👀) and black slacks with a brown belt (!!!) and brown dress shoes
he wears a dark gray wool coat over his clothes because it’s very cold outside (hey, it was his idea to have a winter wedding 🤷🏼♀️)
but you know it’s gonna be super cold outside !! so you attempt to force him to wear a scarf (mostly because it’s cold, but also- imagine that big huge scary man wearing a cute lil scarf 🥺)
after a good deal of complaining, he finally consents and puts the scarf on 🤭 it’s dark red and it compliments his hair and skin tone so well and-
anyways, he drives y’all to the restaurant for your reservation at 8:30
when you walk in, the waitress greets you and leads you to your table
a different man comes after her to pour champagne into fancy glass cups for you
the two of you converse idly, selecting several items from the menu to try: spicy edamame, pork gyoza, crab rangoon, and tempura shrimp for starters
y’all decide to share several sushi platters along with miso soup and tonkatsu that toji insisted you order because it's your favorite 💜
somehow, the two of you finish all of the food on your combined platters (toji ate some of your leftovers after you decided you were done) but not before also selecting a fair selection of lavish desserts that were served with exquisite decorations on the plates
after your meal, toji surprises you with a diamond studded necklace that matches your wedding band almost perfectly. of course you love it and tell him that he shouldn't have, but he doesn't care about money, he'll do anything to make his girl happy 🥰
on the drive back home, toji tells you how much he loved you before carrying you inside your shared apartment since you fell asleep on the ride home 💜
tucking you into bed, he plants a kiss on your forehead, brushing your hair out of your face and wishing you sweet dreams 💞
yuuta okkotsu:
when i tell you that yuuta is SO WHIPPED for his girl-
he’d quite literally give you the world if you asked 😌
anyways, he told you the two of you were going out to dinner that night and asked you where you wanted to go
you guys looked up restaurants for a while and then you found a cool anime-themed sushi restaurant
you guys decided to keep it casual tonight; you’re wearing a sweatshirt (yuuta’s sweatshirt) and a black skirt and he’s wearing blue jeans and a forest green crochet sweater that you made him last winter (that he absolutely ADORES and CHERISHES btw)
you guys really like it there !!
it’s decorated really cool with anime posters all over the walls
you order a couple platters of sushi to share (his favorite is spicy tuna don’t ask why but I know)
he asks you a bunch of random would-you-rather questions during your date because he thinks it’s so cute to see your thinking face or you all flustered 🥰
of course, he already knows what your response is gonna be because y’all know each other so well 🥺
once y’all have eaten half the restaurant and are super full, he takes you out to walk around the city
you’re in a shopping square that’s full of cute little shops
you drag yuuta into one store in particular because you saw a stunning dress hanging in the shop’s glass window that you desperatly wanted to look at
it was a gorgeous lavender color with silky ribbons for sleaves and pleated fabric that practically made you drool
until you got inside and checked the price tag to reveal that it was $80 😞
you happily continued your date anyways, strolling the rest of the stops and even picking up some yummy street food for dessert 🍡
you get home later that night, tucking into bed with yuuta to watch some tv before you fell asleep (i can 1000% see yuuta being a true crime fanatic so you watch a documentary about unsolved mysteries)
bonus: three days later, you find a certain pleated lavender dress hanging on your door with a note that reads: -from yuuta with love <3
suguru geto:
(this is gonna be set when they’re students at jujutsu tech and geto isn’t a curse user yet because i didn’t feel like writing evil geto today ✨)
so you and geto (both jujutsu sorcerers) have been dating for about a year now! 💗
you two had planned to spend some time together today and just wanted some chill one-on-one time
so when satoru invited the you guys to go out, he was pretty disappointed to find out that you already had plans (you can just hear him muttering about ‘damn lovebirds…’)
y’all decide to order take out and watch anime
you decide on watching blue lock, which is one of geto’s favorites
you just started watching the show recently but you really like it! your favorite character (so far) is isagi
your food getes there eventually; you both ordered pan fried noodles (though you ordered chicken and geto ordered and beef) and a plate of tempura shrimp to share 😈
after you finish eating, geto sits against the wall in his bead and pulls you onto his lap between his legs to stroke your hair while you watch the show
you love spending time like this with him where there’s no pressure from the world or threat of imminent death over your heads
you wished that you could create a world that was perfect just for him 💞
due to the food you just ate and your comfortable position, you fall asleep, geto adjusting your head since it started to lull to the side slightly
he absolutely cherishes you and wants his girl to be comfy and get some good sleep 🥺 he plants little chaste kisses on the top of your head every once in a while, starting to get tired himself
eventually, he turned the tv off and transferred you to a more comfortable position: laying down on your side with your back against his chest. he dozed off, wondering how on earth he had ever deserved someone like you
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written for the Spicy Six Winter Fanworks Challenge by @thefreakandthehair
Rating: General
Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Prompt: Warm Soup
WT: Pre-relationship, sickfic, sick character(s), Christmas 1985
WC: 5108
Christmas was never Eddie's favorite holiday, it always reminded him how lonely he was: no family to spend the holiday with, only Wayne who usually worked at Christmas for the double pay. A few times Gareth parents have tried to invite him but he always declined the invitation and buried himself in his trailer, watching silly Christmas movies, eating chips, and drinking beer on the couch like his old man. What a legacy, right?
But this time is even worse: not only he is home alone, but he is also sick. The metalhead has done his best to hide it from Wayne but now that he is finally alone he can’t stop coughing and sneezing and the floor of the trailer is covered in crumpled tissues that he is too tired to throw in the bin, while his neighbors are celebrating playing some Christmas music so loud that the trailer is almost vibrating. He can’t really complain, after all, he is used to playing metal music so he assumes he can endure hearing Jingle Bells for the umpteenth time: what he really can’t stand is the phone that keeps ringing. It seems that every person who knows him has decided to call him to wish him a Merry Christmas, which is probably fair, it’s Christmas after all, but all Eddie would like to do is nap on the lumpy couch while watching some stupid movies about Santa Claus or any other Christmas Miracle. His favorite movie is Little Lord Fauntleroy: even if he is too old to still indulge in such fantasies, he still dreams that one day a rich parent will reach out to him, telling him that he searched for him for years and that he is actually super rich and he can leave Hawkins whenever he wants.
He will take Wayne with him, of course, and he will miss the Corroded Coffin and the Party, but the Corroded Coffin are destined to split up as soon as Gareth and Jeff go to college so he doesn’t feel too bad at the idea of abandoning them.
But that’s just a fantasy.
Eddie coughs again, while the stupid phone keeps ringing; when he finally gathers the strength to stand up and get to the phone, Dustin’s happy voice wishes him Merry Christmas, asking him how is he going to spend it and telling him that if he wants he can still join him and his family.
Eddie sighs, Dustin doesn’t have a huge family either, it’s just him, his mum, and probably Steve Harrington, and not only he doesn’t want Dustin’s pity, but he is pretty sure he doesn’t want to spend Christmas with Harrington either. And he is sick, which is the perfect excuse to finally shut up the little shrimp.
“Thank you Dustin, but I’m feeling a little bit under the weather, I don't want you to catch any of my germs.” He says, coughing for good measure.
“Oh no! Being sick at Christmas is the worst! One year I got sick and I had to spend Christmas in bed, it was awful! Thankfully Santa still brought me some toys and I could play a little in the afternoon when I felt a little bit better, but waking up with a fever on Christmas day is no fun!” he tells him “Do you need anything? I could ask Steve to drive me to the trailer! I have a few comics that you haven’t read yet.”
“Don’t worry, I’m good, I just need to sleep a little and I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure? I’m sure Steve will not mind.”
In which world Harrington will not mind getting to the Freak’s trailer on Christmas to bring him some comics?
Eddie chuckles, pretty sure that not only he would mind but he would be really pissed, even if probably he’ll do it if Dustin asks him to. It’s incredible how that little shrimp has both of them wrapped around his finger like two stupid puppets, but no, thanks, Eddie still has enough self-respect “I’m good, I swear. Thank you for offering.”
“If you are sure…” Dustin finally agrees, even if he doesn’t sound one hundred percent sure about it.
After the call Eddie decides to unplug the phone and gets back to his couch, ready to spend the rest of the day napping and watching television.
***
He must have dozed off for longer than he thought because when he opens his eyes he doesn’t even know what he is watching on the television and the room is way darker than it was. For a moment he wonders if he woke up on his own, but then he hears the insistent knocking on the trailer door and finally gets up to open the door.
“Did you forget the keys, old man?” Eddie asks, convinced that Wayne is the one knocking, but he freezes when he sees that the person on the other side of the door is nothing less than Steve Harrington, fallen school king, ex-jock and richest boy in town.
“Hi.” He says, smiling, holding a Tupperware in his hands “Henderson said you are not feeling well.” But when Eddie doesn’t move he chuckles “Will you let me in or what?”.
Eddie moves from the door and lets the Harrington’s boy enter his trailer. As soon as he turns toward the living room he understands that there is no way he can hide how messy he is: there is a pile of tissues all over the floor, and the remains from his breakfast are still on the kitchen table.
“I… I…” he tries to come up with an excuse but Steve simply smiles.
“It’s ok. You are not feeling well.” He replies, getting closer to the kitchen “Can I have a pot, please?”
Eddie nods and gives him the only clean one that he finds and, even if it’s way bigger than needed, Steve takes it and pours the content of his Tupperware into the pot.
“Claudia made it?” Eddie asks, smelling the tasty soup that Steve is heating.
“Nope. It’s my nonna recipe. It’s a foolproof method against the cold.” He tells him.
“Your nonna made it?”
“Well, the recipe is her, but she died almost ten years ago so I’m the one who actually cooked it. I’m sorry it took a bit, but you can’t rush perfection, right?” Steve smirks and Eddie stares at him, astonished.
“That’s really kind but… why are you doing this?”
Steve shrugs “You know Dustin, right? He was worried about you and made me promise that I would check on you and I agreed.”
“And the soup?”
“It does wonder, you’ll see.” He promises, stirring the soup while Eddie sits on the chair, watching Steve move around with ease: the trailer’s kitchen is really small but Steve seems to find everything he needs even if he has never been there before.
“How can I help you?” Eddie finally asks, feeling like a guest in his own room.
“Can you give me a couple of bowls?” Steve asks, then turns, bushing “Sorry, I just assumed it was ok with you if I eat here but I just realized that I should have asked.”
“No… it’s fine. You cooked, so the least I can do is offer you a bowl and a spoon.”
If the smell isn’t enough, the taste is absolutely delicious, and Eddie is very vocal about how much he likes it, singing Steve’s praises.
“It’s just a warm soup.” He tells him, avoiding Eddie’s stare and preparing a bowl for Wayne to reheat in the microwave.
“It’s absolutely delicious!” Eddie insists. Wayne is a kind man but he is no cook and all they are used to eating are pre-made dinners that he heats in the microwave, so eating a magical soup that will nurse him back to health is something really special to Eddie.
“I’m glad you liked it.” Steve says, cleaning the bowls and what was left from breakfast before Eddie can stop him.
“Would you like to watch a movie with me?” Eddie proposes, then he suddenly feels ashamed “Sorry, I’m sure you have better things to do than staying here with me. You already brought me the soup… and I don’t want you to catch whatever my illness so please ignore me… I don’t know why I asked you…”
“It’s fine. I have a very strong immune system and I don’t have anywhere to be, to be honest: Robin is at his Uncle’s home and I told Dustin that I was coming here so my choices are watching a movie with you or at my place.”
“No date for King Steve?”
Steve chuckles “No, no date Eddie.”
It’s the first time Steve calls him Eddie and it sounds nice.
They sit together on Eddie’s little couch, their knees bump when they sit and Eddie laughs awkwardly, embarrassed to be so close to King Steve “All the movies I have are either western or horror movies, I fear.” He says, kneeling on the floor to look at the pile of VHS.
“It’s fine, I work in a video store, and I’m used to watching every kind of movie.” Stevee replies, making himself comfortable.
They are halfway through an old western when Eddie turns toward Steve, his profile is lit up by the black-and-white movie on the screen.
“Hey, Steve.”
“Mmh?”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
***
Somewhere between the second half of the movie, Eddie must have fallen asleep, because when he opens his eyes he is lying on the couch and there is no trace of Harrington anywhere.
For a moment he wonders if he might have dreamed of him, but his Tupperware is still on the kitchen counter and Wayne is eating the soup.
“Nice boy.”
“Uh?”
“Steve, I think? Chestnut hair and kind smile?”
“Oh, yeah. He came because he knew I was sick.”
Wayne nods “As I said. Nice guy. And good cook.” He concludes, eating his soup.
Eddie nods, getting up and going to sit next to Wayne.
“Are you feeling any better?”
“Much better, actually. Steve said it’s the soup. It has some magical properties.”
“Bet it does.” The old man replies, ruffling Eddie’s hair “You know you can tell me anything, right boy?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Wayne nods and turns to clean his bowl.
“What? What are you implying?” Eddie asks, confused.
“Nothing. I’m going to bed, do you want to keep watching the television?”
Eddie shakes his head and goes to bed, still wondering how was it possible that King Steve came to his rescue.
***
Two days later Dustin is at Eddie’s door.
“What?” Eddie asks annoyed, he is not used to waking up so early when he doesn’t have to go to school, that’s what holidays are for: sleep.
The boy gives him a very serious look before saying “It’s Steve.”
“What about him?”
“I called him and he didn’t answer.”
Eddie sighs “Dustin, he is a young boy, he is probably dating someone and he slept at their place, that’s what older boys do. Now go home and don’t bother me again.”
“No. Not Steve.”
Eddie snorts “If there is someone who is going on dates is definitely your friend Harrington.”
“You don’t get it, Steve always answers. Always. Especially if I call him on the walkie! But he didn’t! Neither yesterday nor today.”
Eddie sighs, pinching his nose “And what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to go to Steve’s house: you can pick a lock, right?”
“What?! I’m not going to risk two years for break and enter because Harrington fell asleep after fucking someone!” Eddie protests, crossing his arms and glaring at the kid.
“It’s not like that! We just have to be sure he is fine! Robin is not here or I would have asked her! Steve doesn’t have anyone else: just the two of us.” He says seriously and Eddie can’t suppress a smile.
“You are serious, aren’t you?”
“I definitely am.”
Eddie sighs “Ok, I’ll go check on your babysitter, but I want you to go back home, ok?”
“What if he needs help? He had two concussions in the past, I know how to help him and…”
“If he needs that kind of help I’ll drag him to the hospital, but I’m sure he’ll be out with some pretty girl and if you really want me to pick the lock of the richest house in town I don’t want any kid around, is that clear?”
“But…”
“Is that clear?”
Dustin nods, unconvinced, and then glares at Eddie “You call me the moment you find him, ok?”
“I’m telling you he won’t be there.”
“I’m telling you he will be, I checked and his car was parked in front of his house!”
Eddie raises his arms with a sigh “Ok, fine, I’ll call you, ok? Now go, and don’t bike here again! It’s dangerous.”
Dustin nods and gets back to his bike yelling “Call me, Eddie!” one more time before biking back toward his home.
Eddie sighs, gets back inside, puts on his leather jacket, and takes the van keys before driving toward Harrington’s house.
When he gets to Loch Nora he sees Steve’s BWM parked right in front of the house, as Dustin said.
Eddie rings the bell and knocks on the door until his knuckles hurt but none comes open.
“Harrington?” he calls, moving around the house to find an easy way to get in without breaking a window or picking a lock in the middle of the day. He tries every window until he sees that one window on the second floor is ajar. Cursing himself for his poor gymnastic skill, somehow he manages to climb toward the window and get inside, landing on the floor with a loud thump.
The room he is in is definitely Steve’s, even if the boy is nowhere to be seen and the bed is still perfectly made. Eddie moves around the other rooms but Steve is nowhere to be seen, so he gets to the living room to call Dustin to tell him that Steve is probably outside, having the time of his life, when he sees a figure wrapped in so many blankets that looks like a cocoon.
“Harrington?” he calls, and a pitiful voice answers him back.
Eddie runs down the stairs and gets closer to the boy “Hey, Harrington, are you ok?” he asks, but he can feel how hot Steve is even under all the blankets.
“Fuck. I think you got my virus.” Eddie curses, and Steve sneezes as a confirmation “Ok, don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you, ok big boy? Do you have some fever medicine somewhere?”
“Bathroom…” Steve murmurs in a small voice, and Eddie runs upstairs to the bathroom and comes back with a few medicines and a thermometer.
He takes Steve’s temperature, which is way too high, and tries to suggest calling a doctor, but Steve is adamant he doesn’t want to, so all that Eddie can do is help him sip some water and take a few pills.
When Steve falls asleep the older boy calls Dustin, informing him that Steve is sick but that he doesn’t have to worry because he will take care of him and he does, the metalhead helps him drink some hot tea, go to the bathroom and finally convince him to go to sleep in his bed and not on the couch.
“Can I call your parents?” Eddie asks, changing the wet towel on Steve’s forehead.
“They are in Paris. Or Rome. Don’t remember.”
“I can’t leave you alone like that.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you are not. Tell me who I can call to keep an eye on you or I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
Steve murmurs something that sounds like “Hopper” but Eddie knows that the chief died in the fire at the mall a few months before “I’m serious, Steve. You can’t be left alone like this.”
But the boy is already asleep, so he sighs and goes back to the living room to call Wayne.
“Hey, Wayne.”
“Kid? You ok?”
“Yeah. I’m at Harrington. I think he got my virus but much worse. Do you mind if I keep an eye on him? He is home alone.”
“Not at all, just pay attention.”
“I got sick before, I’m not going to get sick again.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.” Wayne whispers and Eddie frowns, confused, but doesn’t comment.
When he gets in the kitchen to make himself a sandwich he sees Steve’s nonna recipe on the kitchen table and decides to try to make it.
Eddie has never cooked before in his life, but the instructions are pretty easy: he follows them step by step, and an hour later the same smell of warm soup fills the air. He takes a couple of bowls and gets back to Steve’s room.
“Steve? Wake up. Stevie, come on. You have to eat something.” He tells him while he gently shakes Steve to wake him.
“Mum?” the boy asks with feverish eyes.
“Just me, Eddie.”
“Oh. Eddie. Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about, you were probably dreaming, am I right?”
The younger boy nods, then looks at the bowl that the metal head is offering him “Is it…?”
“It is. Or at least I think it is. I followed the instructions step by step.” He replies, helping Steve sit up and giving him the spoon, but the boy is shaking so much that Eddie quickly resolves to spoon-feed him, slowly.
“So much for your strong immune system, uh?” the metalhead mocks him, cleaning Steve’s lips with a napkin.
“I’m sorry…”
“Stop saying you are sorry. You are sick and you need a little bit of help, it’s ok to need help sometimes, you know that, right?”
“Shouldn’t. I’m a Harrington.” He replies, covering his eyes with an arm.
“What the hell does that mean? Sorry to break it to you, but you are human, like everyone else.” Eddie tells him, tucking his blankets.
“It’s just a cold.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so, but even if it was you have the right to feel like shit and have someone take care of you.” Eddie insists, giving him some water and a couple of pills to lower his fever “And if by tomorrow you are not feeling any better I’m going to call a doctor, even if you don’t like it.”
“I had the soup. I’ll be alright.” Steve replies convinced, his eyes half closed, and Eddie lets him fall asleep, he is not sure Steve will feel better in the morning, but even if he doesn’t he is not going to let him be alone in that big house, he will probably call Dustin’s mum, or Wayne, or some other adult that really knows how to take care of a sick person, for the moment he sits on the floor of Steve’s bedroom, watching his chest rise and fall like and hawk.
***
Maybe it was the soup, as Steve insists, or maybe Steve’s fever just broke on his own with the help of a few pills, but the next day the rich boy looks way better than the night before.
“Told you. That soup is magic. Thank you for cooking it for me.”
“I guessed your mum cooked it for you every time you got sick, uh?” Eddie asks, giving him the cup of tea he already prepared for him. No coffee or milk after you have been unwell, it’s a core part of Munson’s doctrine.
“Nah. Just my nonna. But she was Italian, so she wasn’t around often.” Steve replies, thanking him for the tea, and sipping it slowly.
“Well, my mum wasn’t around either, but Wayne did his best to make up for it.” Eddie replies, eating some eggs.
“He seems like a good man. We had a little chat when you were feeling under the weather.”
“I’m surprised he didn’t try to scare you away with his rifle.” Eddie snorts.
“He actually did. Or at least he threatened me that he would have taken the rifle if I didn’t leave, but after I clarified that I wasn’t a thief and that there was some soup for him he became really nice.” Steve sips some more tea and then he asks “How did you know I was feeling unwell?”
“Henderson. He can be really annoying, or persuasive, it depends, in any case he insisted that someone had to check on you. He actually asked me to break into your house! Luckily for me, there was a window ajar in your bedroom and I got in from there.”
Steve smiles “Yeah, Dustin can be annoying but I love him, and don’t laugh at me, I know he is just a kid, but he is like a little brother to me.”
“Yeah. I get it, I think I feel the same, even if I must confess that I was fucking jealous of Steve Harrington. You have no idea how many times he mentions you every day! Steve did that, Steve said this, Steve is going to drive me here and there… Every day he talks about you! You are his fucking hero!”
Steve scoffs, blushing so softly and Eddie can’t avoid wondering if he would blush so sweetly even under the sheets “Dustin and I have some history. I helped him with some… projects. That’s all. I’m not the super cool Dungeon Master that plays his stupid game.”
“Hey! That’s not a stupid game! It’s really hard to be a good DM!” Eddie complains, crunching another cookie and letting the crumbles fall everywhere.
Steve’s hands twitch, getting a towel to clean the table, but in the end, he desists and keeps drinking his tea.
“I don’t doubt it. Dustin tried to explain it to me but I’m too stupid to understand it.” Steve says, avoiding Eddie’s stare, but the metalhead reaches for his hand.
“Hey, you are not stupid. The game it’s complicated, but if you want I can teach you.”
Steve chuckles “Thanks but if I couldn’t understand it on a good day I doubt I’ll understand it today.”
“Still feeling shitty?”
“Not too bad but, yeah, I think I have been better.”
Eddie clicks his tongue “Do you think you’ll be alright if I get back to the trailer? I can be back in the evening but I don’t want Wayne to worry.”
“There is no need for you to come back tonight, I’m feeling so much better.”
“And renounce the opportunity to see cable television on such a huge screen?” Eddie smirks and Steve nods.
“Ok, you can hang out at my place for the holidays if that’s what you were thinking, but I’ll have to go back to work tomorrow or Keith will definitely fire me.”
Eddie agrees, but before leaving he reminds Steve that he is going to get back in the evening “Do you think you’ll feel good enough to have some pizza tonight? There is a new pizza place, Garreth says is sick but I have never been.”
Steve smiles and Eddie can’t help but smile back at him “Pizza sounds good, but no beer for me.”
“Got it!” Eddie replies, getting in the van and driving home.
***
In the evening Eddie goes back to Steve’s house with a couple of pizzas and a six-pack.
“Thank you Eddie but I told you that I wasn’t going to drink beer.”
“Oh, that’s for me.”
“All of them?”
“Yeah, are you judging me, Harrington?”
Steve shakes his head while they sit at the table.
“How was your day?” Eddie asks, taking a slice of pizza from the box with his hands and starting to eat it straight away.
“I dozed off on the couch and watched some old movies.” Steve replies, taking a plate to eat his pizza and Eddie feels immediately ashamed for his manners.
“Sorry…” he mumbles with his mouth still full but Steve just smiles.
“You are just like Dustin. I like that.”
“You like my lack of manners?”
“I like your freedom.” He replies, cutting the pizza with fork and knife, before eating a little piece “My mum was really fond of etiquette, I learned what was the right fork for each food before I was tall enough to get to the table on my own. I would have loved to eat some pizza with my hands, getting my face dirty with tomato sauce or whatever.”
“Oh… we can fix that.” Eddie replies, taking another piece and offering it to Steve “Come on, take it. Take and eat it: with your hands, as a huge fuck you to your family. How does it sound?”
Steve stares at the piece of pizza for a long time and finally takes it from Eddie’s hand, giving a tentative bite, and immediately covering his mouth with the other hand “It tastes better if you don’t cover your mouth.” Eddie winks and Steve lowers his hand, showing a little smudge of tomato sauce on the side of his lips that Eddie cleans with his thumb, before licking it without even thinking about it.
It’s only when he feels Steve freeze that he realizes what he has done and whitens “Fuck. I’m sorry. Wayne used to do it with me and…”
“It’s… it’s ok.” Steve replies, blushing, then he changes the argument “The pizza it’s tastier like this.” He confirms and Eddie beams.
“Told you. That’s part of the sacred Munson’s doctrine.”
“Tell me more about this doctrine.” Steve asks, while he takes another piece of pizza with his hands and Eddie talks about everything: about the game he loves so much, about the Theatre Room where they play, about his opinion on jocks and laundry baskets players “Present company excluded, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
The more Eddie talks with Steve, the more he finds out that the other boy is not half bad. They spend the day chatting and when it’s time for Eddie to get back to the trailer Steve offers him one of the guest rooms “It’s not safe letting you drive after all the beers you drunk.”
“That’s nothing, weren’t you the Keg King?”
“Once, now I’m a big brother and I worry. It’s part of the job description.”
“I’m older than you.” Eddie points out but Steve shrugs and guides him toward the guest room.
“Choose whatever you want.”
Eddie nods and chooses the first room he sees, but when Steve comes into the room to give him towels and toiletries, Eddie grins “Hey, Steve?”
“Uh?”
“What do you think Dustin would say if we became friends?”
“He will be happy, I think?”
“Maybe at the beginning… but I’m sure you know a lot of embarrassing stories about him, and I know a few too, so… what do you say if we exchange intel and we gang upon him?”
Steve smirks “Are you suggesting we torture the little shrimp? Together?”
“He deserves it!”
“He definitely does. He keeps mocking me for my beauty routine.”
Eddie snorts “Do you have a beauty routine?”
“Fuck you, Munson. I don’t want to exchange anything with you.”
“Sorry. Sorry. My fault. I will not mock you, pinkie promise.”
They share a look and then they shake hands.
“Come, sit here. I have so many stories to tell you.” Eddie says, scooting over to make space for Steve on the bed and the chestnut boys lies with him, exchanging stories about how Dustin lost his cat and somehow convinced him to search for it in the woods, while Eddie recalls the first time he saw him in the cafeteria with his signature thinking cap.
“That boy is something, isn’t he?” Eddie asks, and when he doesn’t hear a reply he turns toward Steve, only to find him asleep and gently snoring. He brushes some hair away from his face, covers them both with the blanket and falls asleep in Steve’s comfy bed.
***
One week later none expect it when, on the first day of school after the holidays, Steve goes to pick up Robin and Dustin, and the the jock and the metalhead hug in the parking lot as if they were best friends who haven’t seen each other in years.
“What the hell is happening?” Dustin asks, darting his eyes between the two of them.
Eddie puts an arm around Steve’s shoulder with ease “You wanted us to get closer, didn’t you, Dustin?”
“Yeah but…”
“Well, we did.” Steve concludes “Now get in the car before Robin and I lose another job!”
They are halfway toward Dustin’s house when Steve asks “So: is it true that you farted during the last campaign and you tried to pretend it was the chair?”
Robin snorts and Dustin freezes “It was the chair! And how do you know… oh no… oh no!” Dustin exclaims, his eyes wide with terror “Please, tell me that’s not true! Why did you have to talk about me!”
“You are the only thing Eddie and I have in common, we bonded thanks to you. Aren’t you happy?” Steve winks and Dustin is still grumbling something when Steve leaves him at his house, before driving Robin toward Family Video.
“So. You and Munson, uh?” the girl asks in a cautious way.
“Yeah. It’s nice to have a friend my age, you know?”
She punches Steve’s shoulder “I’m your age, dingus!”
“But you are a girl! He is a boy! It’s different.”
Robin glowers at him “Steven Joseph Harrington, did you replace me with Eddie the Freak Munson?”
“Never! You are my best friend. Eddie is just… different. It’s easy to talk with him, you know? And he is very funny, he makes me laugh a lot and we have a great time together.”
“Talking, uh? And what about Heidi?”
“Oh, we were supposed to go out on a date but Eddie wanted to hang out and… what? Don’t look at me like that!” Steve complains, turning into the Family Video parking lot.
Robin sighs, gets their uniforms from the back and sighs“I’m glad you finally found a special friend.”
“Come on. I just made him my nonna’s soup when he was sick. It’s not like it means something.”
Robin takes her uniform, but before closing herself in the bathroom to change she turns to say to him “If you are going to be kissed by a boy before I get kissed by a girl I’m going to be super pissed!”
And Steve stares at the bathroom door, confused, that’s not what it is! It’s just a friendship! Right?
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