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Mike can be downright squirrely when he wants to be.
The guy is all long-limbs and ever-changing moods, and the second he spots Steve he vanishes around the corner and leaves no trace of himself behind.
Dustin, similarly, is catty.
The kidās not fast, but when cornered, he has a tendency to do the most insane, ridiculous things.
Currently Steve is ninety percent sure he just saw him jump out a window, and the only reason itās not one hundred is because his eyesight isnāt the greatest these days, and itās entirely possible Dustin found something to put that stupid Weird Al shirt on and threw that out the window instead,
It wouldnāt be the first time thatās happened.
Knowing this, Steve automatically goes for the easiest target: Lucas.
See, Lucas is, of course, the most athletic and the only one likely to give Steve a run for his money should he too, decide to bolt.
He also was the most likely to stop and actually talk to Steve, because unlike his friends, he possessed some emotional maturity.
Or just maturity in general.
āCome on Luc, whatās going on?ā Steve calls out, the second he rounds the corner and spots the kids. āYouāre freaking me out.ā
That makes Lucas stop and come to him, while the other two dipshits bolt.
Steve leans against a wall, eyebrow raised as Lucas slinks forward, but knows instantly from the grin the kidās trying to hide that whateverās going on right now, is their usual kind of bullshit.
(An internal part of him, the part that has to deal with the unusual bullshit every six months or so, sighs in relief.)
āOkay, you have to swear not to be mad.ā Lucas starts, which is never a good sign, but at least itās coming from Steveās second most trustworthy kid.
(Will still holds first place, after the time he ratted out Mike for dumping nail polish all over Maxās jacket.
āShe was super rude, but she didnāt deserve that.ā Will had said with a stubborn set to his jaw.
Steve had ruffled his hair and together they had plotted a way to get revenge on Mike without letting Max outright murder him.)
āWe uh, might have heard that you were being auctioned off tonight.ā
Which was not at all where Steve thought this was going to go.
āOkay?ā He hedges, waiting to see where Lucas spills the part that makes Steve worry.
āSo you played D&D with Erica and Dustin, and neither of them will stop bragging about it.ā Lucas says, a slight pink coloring his cheeks, ā--and Mike wonāt say it, but I know it bothers him too so we thought we could, uh, buy you. For the day.ā
Lucas sends out his gigawatt grin, the one he uses when heās trying to be his most charming. āTo make you play D&D with us.ā
Something warm and soft blooms in Steveās heart. A kind of love heād never had before hauling the little shits out of the line of fire the first time.
These kids were gonna be the death of him, he just knew it.
āIf you ever tell the others I said this I will deny it ā Steve says, pulling out his wallet and forking out a handful of twenties. āBut I would be happy to play your dungeons and dipshits game with you.ā
Lucas doesnāt even correct him as he accepts the money with a grin--a real one this time. āReally?ā He says, and it's so stupidly hopefully it makes Steveās heart squeeze.
He reaches out, pulling the kid in for a hug for a second. Claps him on the back a few times before pushing fondly at his head.
āOver being taken on a date by some middle aged woman? Absolutely. But like I said,ā He playfully shoves Lucas away, āYou tell anyone and I will deny, deny, deny.ā
āSure Steve, whatever.ā Lucas says, before running off to go find his friends.
Steve watches him go for a moment, smile on his face, before turning back to the gym.
Heād rather play D&D with the kids any day over dealing with this farce.
(The shocking thing, he finds himself thinking as he wanders over to where the other dates are situated, is that he means it. Even if a hot, beautiful girl bid on him--heād rather spend the day with the kids.
Doesnāt that just say something about his life these days?)
xXx Eddie xXx
His club was going to kill him.
Normally, missing a game would be downright heresy. Betrayal of the highest order, particularly considering heās the damn dungeon master. Sure, other people can DM, but not for the current ongoing campaign, which means Eddie landing his sorry ass in detention disrespected the sanctity of both his club and his people.
A fact he will need to beg on hands and knees to makeup for.
The siren song of the microphone, nevermind the idea of having an honest to god stage to prowl around on at lunch was simply too much for Eddie to resist, particularly when it came to his anti-Valentines Day speech.
Not that he was the type of guy to roll his eyes at all the lovey-dovey crap floating around, but more that people could be so stupid about it.
ā¦and maybe he was a little bit jealous.
Eddie convinces himself itās fine. He plans to have a session for the missed game on Sunday, when he knows his friends had planned to hang out at his place anyway.
Still feels bad about it as he walks down the halls of Hawkinās high, annoyed that detention took as long as it did.
Thereās people milling around, in the kind of stupid dressed up clothes that wasnāt formal, but could be described by evil words like ābusiness casual.ā The best skirts and knitted tops, slacks for the men paired with button up shirts or polos.
Like a fucking swarm of Steve Harringtonās--without any of the guys charm.
Not that he had any charm.
Definitely not.
Eddie gives an overactive shudder to clear his head, making his way out of the school as fast as he can.
Because life, the universe and everything in it hates him, heās interrupted.
For the briefest of seconds after hearing Hendersonās voice, Eddieās worried no one thought to tell the kids that Hellfire had been canceled.
Or, considering Eddieās over the top response to the first time one of them had tried to miss a campaign night, they might be worried heās dying (rather than simply an āunbearable idiotā as Jeff had called him earlier.)
His freshman lambs quickly swarm him, three pairs of eyes staring with weird amounts of hope (Sinclair, Henderson) and awkward embarrassment (Wheeler.)
āEddie! Eddie, they're only letting Juniors and Seniors place the actual bets!ā Dustin sounds frantic, practically vibrating in place before him. āThey wonāt let any of us bid on Steve!ā
Any fondness Eddie felt evaporates in a puff of vexed smoke.
āThat sounds like a you problem.ā He challenges, raising an eyebrow.
For once, the freshmen donāt cringe back.
Instead heās treated to steel sliding across Henderonās face, Sinclair right behind him and Mike, who refuses to meet Eddieās eyes, but stands with his friends anyway.
āCome on, think of all the chaos itāll cause!ā Dustin is pleading, his hands waving in the air in a way that reminds Eddie of himself. āIsnāt that like, youāre whole thing? Going against āthe Manā!?ā
Yes, because publicly buying Harrington for a date in front of Hawkinās self-proclaimed elite was a great way to stick it to āthe Manā, instead of, say, painting yet another target on his back.
āI donāt think getting into a bidding war over taking Steve Harrington on a date is going to go over well.ā He deadpans.
Dustin throws his hands in the air. āIt doesnāt have to be a date! ā
āJenniferās momās friends bid on her. For a girls night.ā Mike adds so quietly it takes a minute for the words to process.
āJust saying!ā He adds frantically, as though Eddie is going to call him out for this betrayal.
Considering the downright fearful look heās wearing, Eddie might just do it for shits and giggles in his next campaign.
āWeāre begging you, donāt you want to see Steve play D&D? We promise you can even watch the whole thing and embarrass him or whatever!ā Dustin continues, hands clasped together in front of him.
āThere you idiots are.ā A judgey, annoyed voice calls, cutting into the conversation.
Eddie has never met Sinclair Jr. but immediately assumes the girl walking towards them with her arms firmly on her hips must be her āSteveās up next, idiots. I know you know how auctions work, so I shouldn't have to remind you about having to physically be in the room to bid on him.ā
She stops, cocking her head challengingly. āUnless one of you is going to call in from a payphone?ā
Cheeky.
Eddie loves cheeky.
Even if she is eleven.
Muted calls ring out again from the gym. Apparently Hawkinās middle aged women have started their fight for a day spent with one of the āyoung, local heroesā.
The very thought of Steve, all scraped up in the stupid Scoopās Ahoy sailor uniform, guiding kidās out of the mallfire with his broad chest and buff arms and--
āEddie.ā Dustin whines, bouncing frantically in place.
āHead out of the gutter, Munson!ā He thinks, annoyed at himself (and perhaps, a little bit more understanding of the ladies shouting out numbers in the gym).
āDo you still only have five dollars?ā He says, and it's not defeat, not yet, but he can see the hope reignite in their eyes.
This was stupid. A stupid, stupid, stupid idea!
āWe have a hundred now.ā Lucas says firmly, which is at least a lot more than five.
The calls from the gym are playful but thereās a catty undertone now. Those women really want that date with Steve, and Eddie knows walking in there, bidding on Harrington is a death sentence.
Dustinās done something to his eyes. Theyāre wide, shined over like heās about to cry. Like this fucking matters to him.
It drills into Eddie in a way he hates. How the three of them, (even Mike who is still trying his best not to act like he wants this) are handing him all their dreams. Heās someone they look up to, someone who can make things happen, and heās always liked that feeling--but this?
This was asking a lot.
āEddie man, please. Youāre our only hope.ā Dustin says it softly, and goddamn him, itās like he knows Eddie is weak for this shit. That under all his leather and chains that he cares.
About them.
He just wishes what they didnāt care about was fucking Steve Harrington.
He knows they think the guy hung the moon. Just as he knows he'll need more than money to fend off the competition and actually win Steve: he'll need a plan.
Knows, even, just how heāll do it.
āBaby Sinclair, a word?ā He crooks a finger, walking a few paces backwards as a plan rapidly forms.
She flicks her eyes over to him, and with an appraisal that says she had already judged him and found him lacking. āItās Erica.ā
Eddie bows low to her, arm brushing the floor. āMy deepest apologies, Lady Erica.ā
She rolls her eyes but comes over anyway and lets Eddie whisper in her ear.
xXx
If there's one thing Eddie is good at, it's presentation.
The gym doors are already open so thereās nothing he can throw or kick dramatically to announce his presence. Instead, Eddie settles for wading through the crowded tables until heās dead center to the stage.
Steve stands upon it, a smile in place that reads fake as hell--but considering the sheer amount of wine glasses on all the tables Eddie doesnāt think anyone else clocks it. At least, not anyone who can legally drink anyway.
Erica, bless her, manages to swipe an auction paddle and hand it to Eddie. With a cocked hip, he holds it straight into the air..
"One-fifty!" He calls, causing a wave of heads to twist his way.
āWhat the hell.ā Jason hisses, launching to his feet. Chrissy pulls at his elbow, but he throws her off with a quick jerk, staring furiously from his spot with the other ādates.ā
"This is a charity event, Munson. This isnāt time for one of your pranks!ā He speaks in the kind of loud, surefire way that screams authority and draws eyes from around the room.
Eddie was prepared for it.
āJason,ā he gasps, paddle going over his heart in mock outrage, āthis isnāt a prank! Iām here on behalf of the children.ā
The stare he gets would have fit better on an enraged bull.
(The bull, Eddie reasons, would have been smarter.)
āWhat children!?ā Jason spits and Eddie couldnāt have planned a better entrance if heād paid the moron to say all the shit he just had.
Erica, playing her part like the champion she was, steps out from behind Eddie and waves.
"Steve helped me escape during the mallfire.ā She announces, loud enough to be heard throughout the gym.
She takes another step forward, all eyes on her and makes herself look smaller somehow.
Younger.
āI just--" she cuts herself off, eyes welling with unshed tears as she bites her lip. "I just would love it if Steve played some club games with us. Please?"
Her voice breaks on the word āgamesā and Eddie has to hand it to her--girlās a rising star.
"Are you shitting me?!" Jason protests, but is shushed loudly by the mother at the table nearest to him. Chrissy finally succeeds in getting her boyfriend to sit back down, his face a glorious shade of red.
If Eddie had known he was going to get to embarrass Carver out of this, he would have agreed a lot sooner.
āOne-fifty going once!ā The auctioneer calls, and Erica takes a hesitant step forward.
āOne-fifty going twice!ā He calls again, and thereās a hush in the gym everyone collectively holding their breath.
āSold!ā He calls out, after a too long pause.
Erica lets out a loud sob (slightly over-acted but Eddie will give it to her) and runs up the stairs of the stage, leaping at Steve.
He catches her in a crushing hug, applause and whistles following what has to be every mother in the damn place letting out an āawww.ā
Eddie manages not to gag, but only because he still has his showman smile in place.
Steve descends the stairs, Erica holding his hand until the next ādateā is called to the stage. She leans in to whisper something to him and Eddie gets to watch Steve smother bark of laughter with a cough as Erica casually skips off.
"How much did Erica charge you for that little show?" Steve asks quietly as he comes up to Eddie, the two of them heading to the cashier.
āShe wants me to paint her a bunch of signs for her girl scout troop. Then swear to buy ten boxes of cookies.ā
Steve shakes his head, a soft smile on his face. "Consider yourself lucky. She nailed me with free ice cream for life once."
"Damn." Eddie whistles.
"I know the kids probably put you up to this, but I appreciate it." Steve continues, sounding outright relieved as they stand in line together to pay.
Eddie gives him a look. "You're happy that I won." He says.
Itās not a question.
āAbsolutely I am a man, did you see some of the women bidding on me?ā Steve shudders, making a horrified face that Eddie canāt not laugh at.
"What if I really did want to go on a date, Stevie?" He teases, knocking his shoulder into the former jockās. āAnd the whole thing with Mini Sinclair was just a way to do it?ā
Steve goes with the movement, clearly taken aback. Eddie begins to grin, clasping his hands under his chin and batting his eyelashes. Waits for the negative reaction he knew was coming.
He doesnāt get it.
Instead, Steve's face melted into something downright sinful.
āThen Iād still be coming out ahead, Munson.ā Steveās voice drops low, leaning in a bit to make his words private. āItād be fun to use the olā Harrington charm on you.ā
Eddie swallows once, twice.
His throat bops as he tries to make it work, before finally managing to spit out "For the record, I am immune to any and all charms.ā
āThatās what they all say.ā Steve says, then winks.
Fucking.
Winks.
At him!
āWhatever.ā He scoffs. Steps up to pay, because itās finally his turn, and listens as the woman behind the counter explains that as part of the rules of the auction: all dates must be redeemed by the end of the weekend.
Is followed by Harrington, who turns a smile onto the women behind the table.
āNot a problem.ā Steve tells her, and while it doesnāt seem like he's using that āHarrington Charmā that totally had not made Eddie blush scarlet, the cashier is clearly enamored anyway.
āThank you for bidding on him for those kids.ā She tells Eddie, as Steve leans a hip against the table.
āEddie here is a true gentleman.ā Steve says, turning his grin back towards him and thank god his hair covers his ears because Eddie knows theyāre fucking bright red too. āThe kids adore him just as much as me.ā
āI bet that little girl is just thrilled that he won.ā The cashier continues, and Eddie would bet all his teeth that Erica would rather fight a bear than be referred to as a ālittle girl.ā
āUh-huh.ā Eddie manages, voices several octaves higher than normal.
Looks away, as heās handed the receipt so he doesn't have to face the fact that he paid for a date with Steve Harrington.
That he'd made just as much of a show as Eddie had and fucking flirted with him after.
It didn't matter that they'd both done this for the kids.
This shit was gonna be the hottest gossip topic for all those annoying church ladies, he just knew it.
(āThe little shits even talked me into DMing the game!ā He howls into the phone to Gareth, after Eddie had gone home, screamed into his pillow, and then frantically called his best friend.
"At least you can make date related jokes." Gareth replies, and he keeps swearing heās not laughing, but he is, the traitor.
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