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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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Eddie's hanging out with Steve at Family Video when Robin stomps in like a whirlwind.

"Oh, god, I did something so dumb. You have to help meee."

They straighten from where they lean over the counter towards each other, and Eddie takes a big step back, sure that all his big gay feelings for Steve are on display.

"What did you do this time?" Steve smiles with exasperated fondness.

"It's so bad." Robin faceplants with a dramatic wail.

"What happened?" Eddie asks

"I--I'm so sorry!" She looks at both of them, and a tingle of panic works it's way up Eddie's spine.

"My parents started going on and on about me and Steve and why we won't just admit we're dating, and I started to freak out because they won't accept that we're just friends, and I'm not ready to tell them that I'm a lesbian, even though I think it would be okay, so, I told them you were dating someone, Steve."

"Well, that's not so bad, Rob. So, what, they think I have a girlfriend? Who cares."

Her shoulders slump and she frowns. "I wish that's what they thought. They kept asking who, and I panicked!"

"Robin." Steve looks alarmed now, his pretty mouth pulled into a grimace. "What did you tell them?"

"Okay, please don't hate me," she begs. She's looking at Steve, but then she's looking over at Eddie. And oh, god, oh fuck, this can't be happening.

"You've got to be kidding me, Buckley," he says. He keeps his voice light but the touch of panic has become a punch.

"Wait. How do you know--how does he--? Who am I dating?"

"Me, Harrington. She told them you were dating me."

"Oh," Steve shrugs. "Sure."

Eddie chokes on air, plays it off. "For you maybe, Stevie. We in the Munson household have standards."

Steve doesn't meet a beat. "I'll have you know, Edward, that I am a catch."

"Yeah, for the lovely ladies of Hawkins," Eddie winks, even though every word, every gesture aches.

"Oh, c'mon! I'm a great boyfriend. Defend me here, Robin"

Normally, Eddie finds these antics to be charming, but confronting his crush on Steve so forcefully has ruined his mood.

"Need a cigarette," he says to escape.

He's only alone for a few minutes before Steve is sidling up next to him.

"What's she need us to do?"

"Dinner."

He grimaces, exhaling a plume of smoke. "I'm so bad at meeting the parents."

"Shut-up." Steve pokes him in the chest. "Everyone loves you. It's kind of obnoxious, actually. Plus, I think this'll help her feel more comfortable about coming out."

He snorts if only so he doesn't have to think about Steve talking about him and love in the same sentence.

"Fine. For Buck, I'll do it." But he doesn't know how he'll get through pretending to date his biggest crush with out spontaneously combusting.

"Love the enthusiasm," Steve laughs. "You know I'd treat you right, Munson."

The blush that rolls over his face is crimson. "Alright, big boy, calm down. We're not actually dating."

The bark of laughter Steve lets out is a burst of pure adrenaline to Eddie's heart. This is going to be a disaster.

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The night of the dinner arrives and Eddie almost blows the whole game when they walk in the Buckley front door and Steve's arm wraps around his waist. The night is all casually intimate touches and Steve leaning into his personal space; calling him "baby" in a soft, warm voice; eyes drifting to Eddie's lips as they flirt and banter.

It's almost like they're a couple; almost like Steve could love him.All of his senses are overwhelmed with Steve Harrington and it fucking hurts. But Eddie lets himself indulge, finally running his fingers through Steve's gorgeous hair, tracing the moles on his face and neck, outlining the sharpness of his perfect jaw, calling him "sweetheart" with heartbreaking fondness.

It's intoxicating.

They're helping Mrs. Buckley with the dishes when it happens. When Steve leans over and casually presses his lips to Eddie's, tasting like vanilla ice cream and spiced apples and something indefinably warm. Eddie is helpless not to crumple, leans into Steve, wraps fists into the perfectly fitted polo, drawing them closer.

The night ends and Eddie thinks he's finally free, except the Buckleys love them. Keep inviting them back.

He goes for Robin, he tells himself, but he knows that it's for the hope of it. Knows that he's a ship breaking himself against the rock that is Steve Harrington, and god help him, he can't stop.

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Of course, of course, the wires get crossed. The kids have a pool party, leave Steve and Eddie to ice cream clean-up duty. Of course, he can't stop himself from smearing some melted mint chip down Steve's face, and Steve retaliates with chocolate sauce.

They giggle and flight and make mess until Steve's eyes are bright, cheeks red, and Eddie can't look away. He clocks Steve's eyes drifting to his mouth, is helpless as the distance between them closes, as Steve captures his lips.

It's not the brief, chaste things from the Buckley's; it's hot, all tongues and teeth and desire, and it's not fucking real.

Eddie lurches back, making Steve stumble. "Stop," he snarls.

"Eddie--" Steve's eyes are wide.

He's panting, can't catch his breath. "You can't just fucking kiss me like that when it doesn't mean anything to you."

"Please," Steve begs. "Let me explain."

"Save it. We're done with this. Robin is good now. And I'm out."

He turns away, heads towards the front door, but Steve pulls him back.

"Let me explain. Please. Please, Eddie. I didn't mean--"

And it's too much. Steve's plaintive voice, his big eyes wet with tears.

"Of course you didn't mean it," he spits. "It's nothing to you, pretending to date me. Touching me. Kissing me. Acting like you love me. It doesn't matter to the Heartthrob of Hawkins. But have you or Buckley ever taken the time to think that it's everything to me?" Hot tears spill down his cheeks and he can't even be embarrassed because all of this has been so humiliating.

Steve gapes at him, face slack and stunned. "Eddie, I--I'm so--"

"Don't. See you around, Harrington," he says. Then he runs.

---

He doesn't leave the trailer for a week. Refuses to pick up the phone.

It's Saturday, early evening. Wayne just left for his shift when there's a knock on the door.

Eddie is content to ignore it, to wrap himself in a quilt on the couch, but the knocking doesn't stop.

"Eddie, I know you're in there. Your van is here. The lights are on. I can hear you," Steve calls.

Longing clenches at his heart, but he's not in the mood for the gentle let down.

"Go away, Harrington." He starts towards his bedroom, thinking maybe he can lock Steve out.

"Please, Eddie."

"I don't need anything from you, Harrington."

It's silent for long enough that Eddie thinks it works. And then, " I have so many things I should tell you, Eds. If you still hate me at the end, I'll go. I'll never bother you again. But please, please listen."

Resigned to having a conversation he never wanted, Eddie opens the door. "Okay, Harrington."

Steve steps inside, twisting his hands for a few seconds before blurting out, "I've had a crush on you for months."

The confession briefly steals Eddie's breath from his lungs before he scoffs, "and you never said anything? C'mon, Harrington, when have you ever hesitated to ask someone out?"

Steve blinks a few times, before he answers. "I've been terrified to say anything because I didn't want to lose my best friend."

"And what, Robin asks us to pretend to date and you think that's the perfect time to make your move?" Eddie grips at his hair, pulling it in front of his face.

"Yeah, a little bit!" Steve raises his voice. "I tried but I was terrified you only wanted me as a friend."

"You know I'm gay, Harrington!"

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"Of course I wanted you!" Eddie's yelling now, has closed the distance between them so they're almost nose-to-nose.

"I didn't know! How could I? You could've said something!"

"I thought you were straight! Fucking look at you! You've slept with 75% of the available girls at Hawkins High!"

"Who cares about them, Eddie? I want you!"

"Funny way of showing it, Harrington."

"What do you want me to say? That I'm sorry? Cause I am."

"Is that why you kissed me at your house? Making your move?"

"It wasn't supposed to be. I got--" Steve's throat bobs as he swallows. "Caught up in the moment. I know I shouldn't have kissed you like that. I know."

"Then why did you?" Eddie's voice breaks. "Why then? Why not any of the other nights we spent together?"

"Because that's when I realized that I'm fucking in love with you!" Steve shouts.

They're both breathing hard by the end, Steve's eyes too bright, face too flushed. They stare at each other, unmoving, Steve's confession ringing in his ears.

"You done?" Eddie's voice waivers, his heart pounding, stuttering, flipping in his chest.

Steve nods, but Eddie doesn't give him a chance to move. He brings their mouths crashing together, Steve not even hesitating to slip his tongue between Eddie's lips. They kiss hard enough that they draw blood, but that just makes it more frenzied. Eddie grips Steve's hip, presses him against the trailer door, grinding against him with abandon.

Eddie breaks the kiss to finally pay some attention to the delightful moles on Steve's neck, working his way up to his jaw. "I'm going to have so much fun taking you apart, sweetheart," he whispers, mouth pressed to Steve's ear, delighting in the way he shivers at the words.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #one shot #fake dating #mutual pining #angst #friends to lovers #unrequited love that's totally requited #robin buckley #platonic stobin #eddie munson's big gay feelings for steve harrington #they're in love your honor #they're just bad at the talking part

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stevesbipanic · 4 months

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@steddiemas Day 26: Fake Dating

Steve was ready for Hawkins to open up again and for the Upside Down to swallow him whole. Christmas was meant to be fun, well at least it was supposed to be fun now that he spent it with the Buckley's. Right now though he was glaring at his boyfriend and best friend across the table. Or wait not his boyfriend this evening, no tonight, Eddie was Robin's boyfriend.

Steve could only blame himself he supposed, one for loving the two idiots that were currently badly suppressing giggles and two because it was all because of what he'd said last week.

One week earlier...

"Robin, just tell your mom you're a lesbian or I'm not coming to Christmas lunch next week."

"Steve I can't do that do you want to ruin Christmas!?"

"She was already fine with me being bisexual she's not going to send you to hell, that's why we tested her with me in the first place!"

"No, I'm not ready!"

"Well I can't sit through another Christmas of your mom suggesting a Spring wedding!"

"You're my boy space friend can't we just let her live in a fantasy world where she marries into the Harrington's?"

"I don't even want to be one!"

"Could pop down to the courthouse and become a Munson, baby," Eddie supplied watching the back and forth while blatantly stealing from the candy display.

Steve gave him a deadpan look, "You need to propose to me better than that, Eds. No, Robin that's it I'm not going, I'm not being your boyfriend anymore!"

"What am I meant to do then, she'll be asking about you all day!"

"I'll do it!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Do what?" The other two asked giving him a questioning look.

"No, stop I hate when you do that twin thing it's creepy. And I'll be your boyfriend for Christmas, Birdie."

Which brought Steve to now. It had seemed like a brilliant idea, one Steve could enjoy his Christmas lunch peacefully being the golden boy of the table as Mrs Buckley dawned over him and two, no boyfriend questions. There was also the added bonus that lesbianism might seem like a better option than the town's drug dealer in the Buckley's minds. What Steve hadn't counted on, was the Buckley's loving Eddie.

"Oh, you're in a band that's so lovely, you know I played tamborine for a band back when I was your age, we thought we were going to be a big girl group."

"I hear you're working over at Thatcher's son, they're good men there you're certainly going to learn a lot."

Steve had been relegated to peeling the potatoes while Eddie was literally putting his feet up in the living room. He felt like the middle child of a family that just got a newborn baby, how dare Eddie steal his pseudo parents. What was worse was that Robin was finding this hilarious.

"Oh poor Stevie Wevie are you sad mom's not asking about how EMT school is going?"

"Yes! I had such a fun fake heart attack story she was gonna love." Steve pouted and for a moment he thought about stomping his foot in protest.

"Hey, it's ok, next year I promise I'll have told them, and Edward over there can come as your boyfriend, ok?" Robin reassured wrapping an arm around him.

Steve guessed that he could give up being the favourite this time, and it was nice seeing people be kind to Eddie, it hadn't been easy after Spring Break. It didn't stop him shooting daggers whenever Eddie and Robin decided to reassure Steve at lunch that he'd find someone nice eventually.

Steve and Eddie waved goodbye after lunch, promising to visit soon and hopped into the van.

"Have fun?"

"Oh yeah, I think Janice is already planning the Spring wedding."

"Well, I hope you enjoyed getting fawned over because we've got dinner with Wayne now, and guess who's his favourite?"

"Just because you know the difference between the Chiefs and the Packers, I'm his own blood and the minute you're there it's like I'm chopped liver!" Eddie exclaimed as they drove towards the trailer park.

Lunch had been interesting but he was very glad it was over as he laughed and slid his fingers between Eddie's between them, happy that he had his boyfriend back.

Ao3

#steddie fake dating was too easy hahahaha #Stobin #steddie #eddie and robin are soulmates in law #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #steddiemas #ficlet #fake dating

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thestobingirlie · 2 months

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I’ve seen you talk lots about Steve’s parents and i was wondering if you had any thoughts on Robins parents and how her and her parents dynamic as well as Steve and his parents dynamic could play into their friendship.

I am aware how they’re portrayed in Rebel Robin, but the books are not canon and was wondering if you had any further thoughts?

robin’s parents are also very fun to me!! i don’t have proper decided upon names for them like i do for the harrington’s. but i think in the book mrs b is called melissa? and mr b is called richard, which i think is funny lmao. so i kinda subscribe to those being their names.

now, i love the buckley’s being hippies. like they’re vegetarian, they spent robin’s childhood living in a van, she calls them by their names instead of mom and dad.

i think they accidentally joined a cult at one point, after which they moved to hawkins. for a bit more of a stable childhood for robin. i think they’re judged a lot around the neighbourhood, which makes it harder for them, but they love robin, and they want her to get as many advantages in life as she can. and robin is so bright. they know they can’t homeschool her if they want her to reach her full potential.

i think they’re very loving and affectionate, kinda the opposite of the harrington’s in that way lmao. and i think they’re very loving to robin. maybe she almost feels stifled a bit. i don’t think robin’s ever really had any best friends before steve, so she hung out with her parents a lot growing up. doing puzzles and helping in the garden. they would absolutely be supportive of robin being a lesbian (homophobic buckley’s my beloathed), but she still doesn’t tell them till she’s ready, once they’ve all gotten out of hawkins.

i think because of her parents, she really dislikes steve’s parents lmao. she can see from outside the affect their dynamic had on steve, whereas steve is more stuck in it. she jokes that steve’s dad is far more of the “dick” than robin’s is (because both are named richard lol).

robin will always be a dick harrington hater. number one!!! it takes steve a few more years to catch up to her in that regard. because he hates his dad, but he’s also his dad, you know? and i think steve’s parents are actually a source of strife within stobin. at least in the early years of their friendship. robin wishes steve would just cut and run, and steve sticks up for his parents when robin gets a little too into shit talking them, which can bubble up into arguments. not big ones, but they definitely have to take a bit of space after.

neither of them have stereotypical parents, but i think robin’s parents go against the grain almost in the same way that stobin’s friendship does. most people don’t get it, but it’s healthy and they love each other. so robin’s friendship with steve, it’s everything she’s ever wanted. it’s the kind of relationship she dreamed about as a lonely kid. whereas steve had a lot more of an unhealthy dynamic to look up to, so i do think he kinda romanticised a future with a partner where they never argued and they were always happy etc. and obviously real life isn’t like that. but i do think steve interacting with robin’s parents and seeing them interact with each other, it, like, heals something within him.

anyway, when stobin get lavender married the buckley’s are beside themselves with joy. they love steve. and they’re so excited to become parental figures for him (it’s a position they have to battle for with claudia. it gets bloody (they decide to split christmases)). they know it’s just a lavender marriage, but hey, they’re not very fucking conventional either!

#robin buckley #steve harrington #stobin #robin buckley’s parents #steve harrington’s parents #stranger things #asks #thenamesophiaisalreadytaken

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pleasantlycrazyworld · 1 year

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Masterlist

Request are open! Prompt List

Prompt list #2

Series:

The babysitting hellfire club

Chapter 1: confusion

Chapter 2: the snickerdoodles

Chapter 3: how did this happen?

Brutal Betrayal

Part One

Part Two

Stranger things

Snow ball fight (fluff)

Kids super powers would be... (fluff)

Teens super powers would be.. (fluff)

Eddie Munson

Matching tats with wayne

Nail tech gf

He defends his love

Bad hair????

Checking in on you

Dad!Eddie

How Eddie got his last name

Eddie and your hair

I’m just Ken (halloween themed)

Why Eddie hates his dad (very angst no fluff or happy ending)

Husband Eddie

Eddie is a cat dad

Totally don’t imagine this

Blurb- Eddie gets cheated on (angst)

“I love you. every single thing about you”

“Your hands are warm”

Blurb- what killed Eddie the most (angst)

Eddie with his raccoon babies

Super high Eddie asking questions

Eddie talks to your baby bump

Picnic date

You worry Wayne and Eddie (fluff)

Flowers for comfort (fluff slight talk of exam stress)

I just need you (fluff--> talks about mental health)

You have a surgery (fluff)

Spider (super short) (blurb, fluff)

Eddie has PTSD (angst ends with fluff)

Saves you from bullies (Short) (fluff)

Birthday love (fluff)

Prom (a bit angsty, fluffy)

Insecure reader (Angst, Fluff)

Wayne to the rescue (Talks about mental health, fluff)

First Smut I wrote (Smut 18+)

The Munson Wedding (fluff)

My safe space is you (Fluff)

Cheerleaders can be mean (slight angst, fluff)

New year, New couple (fluff)

Blizzard (fluff)

Gossip (fluff)

Eddie does your nails (fluff)

Messy breakup part one (angst)

Messy breakup part two (angst)

Messy breakup part three (fluff)

Get some rest (reader is sick. fluff)

Thrifting with Eddie (fluff)

Get wasted on me (smutty)

Body positivity (fluff)

10 things I hate about you (fluff)

Keeping warm (fluff)

Scary cat (fluff)

Scary cat part two (fluff)

New friendships (fluff)

Jason’s revenge (angst)

Damn cat (fluff)

Bad day (angsty fluff)

Supporting my girl (fluff)

Part one of Idiots in love (fluffy)

Idiots in love (Part two) (fluff)

Wayne and Eddie helping you (part one) (mental health talk, slight angst)

Wayne and Eddie helping you (Part two) ( mostly fluff, mental health talk)

Plus size reader (first thing I ever wrote!) (fluff)

Wayne and Eddie (from prompt list!) (slight angst, fluff))

Coffee shop au (fluff)

Hallway run-in (fluff)

Small thought of the day (Bat!Eddie)

Gamer GF

Rude girlfriend

Older! Sugar daddy

Steve Harrington

You were a bet (redemption)

You were a bet. (angst)

A look into Steve’s wedding

From prompt list– I’m going to make you remember who I am—Who I am to you (angst with fluff and smut)

Vacation time (Fluff)

Unrequited love? (angst with fluff)

The Harrington Wedding (fluff)

Reader has anxiety (mental health talk, fluff)

Friends to lovers??? (part one) (fluff? maybe angst?)

Friends to lovers confirmed! (part two) (fluff)

Anxiety is lying to you (mental health talk, angst with fluff)

Miscarriage (angst)

We got each other ( angst, fluff)

Hard core but make it soft (fluff)

Birthday girl (Smut with Mommy kink)

Billy Hargrove

Flowers for stressed reader (fluff)

Helping with Panic attack (fluff with mental health talk)

Bikini (fluff)

Eating out (smut)

Getting married to him (fluff)

Robin Buckley

Just friends? (fluff)

All three boys

As pet parents (fluff)

Helping you through your panic attacks (mental health, fluff)

Them as dads (fluff)

Helping reader who bites their nails (fluff)

You’re the big spoon (angst with fluff)

Black Friday shopping (fluff)

Baby fever (just Steve and Eddie) (fluff)

Valentines day (fluff. slight smut mentioned)

Their kinks (smut)

In a band (fluff)

Date night with them (fluff)

Modern version of them (fluff)

Road trip (fluff)

Pet names they give you (fluff)

You get their initials' tattooed

Them teaching you how to drive

Bucky Barnes

Bucky w/ a cat owner (fluff)

“Eat you’ll feel better” Prompt (fluff)

The to-do list (fluff)

You’ve moved on (with Loki) (angsty)

Stressful day (fluffy)

Kiss the girl (fluff)

Take a day off

You pick your man

Migraines

#my masterlist #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #bucky barnes #billy hargrove #stranger things #prompt list #imagines #headcannons #gracie writes

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blankinsidecards · 1 year

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Steddie fic rec list part 2:

Fluff Edition

Part 1

These are the only the ooeyiest of gooeyiest of comfort fics. As little angst as you can get with these two.

a cinematic vision ensued (like the holiest daydream) by @fivecenturiesofverse

• Rating: T • Complete

Eddie and Steve have been spending a lot of time together since Vecna. They're co-parenting kids, getting high every night, and sleeping in the same bed. They basically share a wardrobe too.

He thinks this is dangerous, its like they’re married, the casual sharing of intimacy, this space between them which feels like something and nothing all at the same time. He thinks it’s dangerous for him to pretend Steve sees it the same way, that one day Steve’s droopy, kind eyes are going to see right through him and he’ll lose this. This being a side of Steve’s bed that is his, a nightstand where his rings always pile, a draw of shirts in Steve’s bedroom that only Steve uses. He can’t lose it, so he shuts his mouth, turns out the light, and watches the slow breathing of sleep fill Steve’s chest.

This one is so sweet; all sharing of clothes and beds and weed. It’s really short but god is it soft. The weighted blanket of fluff fics. Really adore all of Eddie’s internal arguments when he’s looking at Steve being the softest motherfucker on the planet and forcefully reminding himself that Steve is dangerous. I think about Eddie walking his knuckles down the knobs of Steve’s spine almost daily.

Linger by @yournowheregirl

• Rating: T • Complete • Modern!AU

Eddie hates the library, he hates how quiet it is and how he’s always getting shushed by that librarian hag Muriel. But he hates his idiot roommate and his tendency to hog their dorm room to have loud sex with his girlfriend all night long, even more. And now he has to spend all night in the library cramming for an exam, which would be fine, if not for the fact that some polo-clad douchebag shows up and declares that Eddie’s study spot is actually his.

Or: Steve and Eddie fight over a study spot and accidentally fall in love over coffee, Vivaldi and the horror that is finals week.

So fucking cute. I forgot how much I love college AU’s. Features: Wonderwall by Oasis (much to Eddie’s chagrin), a librarian from hell, a SickFic Chapter, and an Eddie that has ADHD. Also, this one’s for the emo-kid Eddie truthers out there. Teeny bit of angst and some miscommunication but for me it was worth it. Frickin adorable.

Date me instead by @zhuletta

• Rating: E • Complete

Every date Steve has gone to lately has been horrible. It’s impossible that there’s something wrong with the entire female population of Hawkins, so surely there must be something wrong with him.

“Why don’t you take me on a date then?”

“Wh— what?”

“Take me on a date, pretend, of course, and then I’ll tell you if there’s something wrong with you or not.”

Or: Eddie proposes a crazy idea to see if there's something wrong with him, Steve finds the fact that it works is even crazier.

So so fluffy. You will get a toothache from this one. It’s the cheesiest plot you could think of. For those of you who love a good loverboy!steve this for you. They’re just wooing eachother all the way through. Delightful.

Saving All My Love For You (and it’s sequel Endless Love) by @subtlehysteria

• Rating: M • Complete

It was decided then and there in the Buckley residence’s lounge, on their weird Persian carpet while staring up at the off-white ceiling and Robin giggling at his side. He was going to rock Steve Harrington’s platonic world, man. And nothing was going to get in his way.

Or: Eddie notices Steve struggles with touch and in trying to help his new friend, develops feelings along the way.

Really sweet. Classic touch-starved Steve and tactile affection Eddie. Bedsharing, pinkie promises, and platonic hand-holding. Eddie gives Will a makeover and some advice. A bit of subtle body worship, love that. Sequel fic is also really cute but it has a bit of a rough scene with The Harrington Parents so be aware of that.

Do Nothing With You by @red-0ak-tree

• Rating: M • Complete

Steve and Robin get a two bedroom in Hawkins. It's perfect, except for all the ways it isn't. Drafty windows, clogged drains, shitty landlord. But it's got a couch. A couch that's often occupied by Eddie Munson. Home isn't really the kind of thing Eddie has much of anymore, ever since his trailer became the primary source for all his nightmares. Luckily, he knows of a semi-comfortable couch where he's always welcome.

Despite all it's problem, the house has perks. Primarily, it's somewhere Steve can actually call home. Secondarily, it's somewhere he can share with the people he loves.

AKA: The fruity four live in a convoluted roommate situation, and romance happens along the way.

We all love a good co-habitation fic. Robin and Steve get an apartment together, it’s falling apart, and Eddie knows how to fix things. Slowly, Steve and Eddie start to help fix eachother. This probably has the most angst out of all of these, but it’s also one of my absolute favorites and the sweetness overpowers the lows.

PTA Shouldn’t Stand for Pretty Tight Ass by @samthefrank and @humanityinahandbag

• Rating: M • Incomplete • Future fic/Modern!AU

Steve Harrington - ex local legend and fearsome bully, now single father of two - returns to Hawkins after the world spit him out. With a messy life to sort through, all he wanted was settle down and get his kids through seventh grade without any surprises.

Cue Mr. Eddie Munson, ex victim of one Steve Harrington, now Hawkins Middle School's favorite music teacher.

Or: What happens when your former high school bully raises two absolute nerds, joins the PTA, helps run the bake sale, makes the best cupcakes in Indiana, and may or may not be having a bisexual crisis.

This was the very first Steddie fic I ever subscribed to and let me tell you I get so HYPED every time I get the notification they update. Steve is a single dad to twins Dustin & Max, a damn good baker, and custodian at his dad’s auto dealership. Eddie is a music teacher in the style of Jack Black in School of Rock, who’s best friends with his fellow teachers Miss Buckley and Miss Cunningham. This fic has Robin and Eddie perform Body Talks by The Struts & Ke$ha at an open-mic karaoke and it’s so fucking electric that that song earned a place on my steddie playlist. It’s a real slow burn but I’m so excited to see where they take this story.

it’s such a magical mysteria by @phantom-of-the-wapera

• Rating: M • Complete

Eddie's staring at the ceiling, eyes half closed and still giggling faintly. He looks pretty. He looks like he belongs here, in Steve’s bed, and Steve gets hit with how much he wants Eddie to stay, to crawl in bed beside Steve every night and wake up there every sunrise.

And, shit, it’s a lot. Steve's gone, completely, fully, fucking free-falling his way into everything that was, is, and will be Eddie Munson. Head over heels, ass over tits, heart-took-a-nosedive off his sleeve and into the lap of the boy beside him, gazing half-lidded at the ceiling, the glimmer of dreamy stars in the sliver of his eyes Steve can see.

or, the one where Steve's trying to figure out his future, his feelings, and one Eddie Munson.

So fluffy, so sweet. They’re all nerds and they love Star Wars. This is a tiny detail but Steve goes to college and he likes it and I love that for him. Completely SMOTHERED in hope for a bright future.

nice to meet you, where you been? by @flowercrowngods

• Rating: T • Edit: Complete • Modern!AU

When Eddie enters the tattoo parlour that Chrissy recommended to him, he doesn't know what'll hit him. Never in a million years would he have expected the pastel or the minimalistic decor or how really fucking polished everything about this place is. It's like an antithesis to Eddie's entire existence has been created with the makings of this shop.

The absolute cherry on top is the man that walks into the room to greet him, though, and Eddie can't contain the look of absolute bafflement. Because there is no way that Steve Harrington, whom Eddie has has the maddest crush on in high school, owns a tattoo shop. No way. Nuh-uh. Not dressed in pastel like he is.

Eddie wants to punch a wall. What he doesn't know yet is that he'll have the best time reconnecting with Steve. And if he gets a tattoo out of it, well, then that's just another win for the community in his book.

LOVE a Tattoo Shop!AU and this is no exception. This one is pretty new, but so far it’s the fluffiest shit I’ve read in ages. Features trans man Eddie, Chrissy Cunningham as his scheming best friend, and a lot of Taylor Swift. I literally found this one moments ago and immediately needed to put it on this list. It’s too fucking cute, I can’t wait to see where it goes.

#ok I’ve been sitting on this for too long I’m finally gonna just post it.#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things fic #steddie fic #steddie fic rec #fic rec list #steve x eddie #steve harrington/eddie munson

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every-aj-needs-an-angel · 8 months

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Thank you darling @i-less-than-three-you for tagging me

Its rules as follows:

1- generate 5 random words using this generator and then write something using those words!

2- tag 5 (or however many you want) mutuals to challenge!

(If you don’t like the five words you got, reroll them. This is meant to be a fun little challenge, not something to stress over. Have fun!)

My words: dandle, pillow, desex, motive, burble

(absolutely no pressure) tagging @mickalaem @estrellami-1 @mentallyundone @penny00dreadful @hbyrde36

Steve had had the worst day at work. He hated working shifts with Keith, he was a shithead. The migraine had started just after lunch and had got progressively worse the more Keith snarked and bitched at him, Steve had only held his tongue because he needed his job.

His parents had sold the McMansion to the insurance company for whatever they could get for it, essentially making him homeless for a while. The Party had been amazing, of course, but Steve had hated every second in every spare room.

Wayne had insisted he just move in with them, but his and Eddie's relationship had still been new and tentative. The Buckley's offered him the space over their garage, but Robin hadn't been ready to tell them she was a lesbian; so there’d been a list of rules attached to the offer that would just make all of them feel uncomfortable.

In the end, he'd sofa surfed for a year, but it was a year in which everything turned around for all of them.

He and Eddie were fully stupidly deeply in love, Robin was out to her parents and her and Nancy were something, Joyce and Hopper had got married, Max was walking again, and the kids were settled in school. If it weren't for Keith and his terrible attitude, life would be pretty close to perfect.

It probably hadn't been a smart move to drive with his vision blurred and his head pounding, but he had just needed to get home. Their apartment wasn't much, just a tiny one bedroom downtown, but being able to wake up in Eddie's arms every morning meant that it was all the home he'd ever need.

Even trying to get the key in the front door felt like a monstrous task when just about every part of him ached, but he managed it, just about. Eddie met him in the hall, a furrow in his brow, holding a spatula and wearing his Kiss The Cook apron.

The smell of warm spices immediately made his stomach turn, an involuntary whimper escaping him as Eddie stepped softly toward him. "C'mon, love," he cooed barely above a whisper, urging Steve forward, so he could click the front door shut behind him.

Kneeling down to help Steve out of his shoes, Eddie rested Steve's hands onto his shoulders, so he could keep his balance enough to be barefoot, before he clambered to his feet and took Steve’s hands in his own, and very gently, urged him down the corridor into the bathroom.

Eddie sat him down on the closed toilet lid, grabbed a flannel from the medicine cabinet and wet it under the hot tap, ringing it out and placing it gently over Steve's closed eyes. The relief was minute but immediate, and Steve sucked in a shuddering breath as Eddie turned to start the bath, pouring in the eucalyptus bath salts he knew Steve loved. The next thing he knew Eddie was pressing painkillers against his tongue and a glass of water into his palm, taking the glass away when Steve was finished with it.

The steam was working wonders at clearing the pressure in his sinuses, and the gentle heat against his eyes was turning the sharp, stabbing pain into a dull throb when Eddie slipped out of the bathroom with a whispered, "Be right back."

What immediately followed was something crashing to the ground in the kitchen, along with Eddie’s quietly exclaimed "Shit!" and even though it hurt to move the muscles in his face, Steve couldn't help but smile to himself. Eddie wasn't the clumsiest person he'd ever met, but he knew that the more Eddie tried to be nimble and quiet, the more uncoordinated he became. But the fact that he was trying so hard to be calm and quiet because he knew Steve was in pain just reminded him what an incredible guy his boyfriend was.

Eddie tiptoed back into the bathroom with whispered apologies, turning off the water and unbuttoning the buttons on Steve's polo with efficient fingers, easing Steve out of his uniform. Mumbling assurances as he helped him into the tub, pressing the softest of kisses to the tip of his nose once he was settled in the water. And when Steve whimpered, "Stay?" grabbing blindly for his arm, Eddie huffed a soft chuckle, and whispered, "Not going anywhere, sweetheart."

Eddie ditched his clothes and clambered in behind Steve, manoeuvring them, so Steve's head was laid against his chest. And with his hands resting on Eddie’s knobbly knees, Steve could focus on relaxing each part of his body, secure in the knowledge that when he was finished he'd be able to drift off with Eddie there to keep him safe.

Steve didn’t know how long he'd stayed floating in the tub, but by the time he recognised consciousness again, the once warm water had gone horribly cold. When he removed the wash cloth from his face and finally opened his eyes, the light coming in around the blind from the streetlamp outside didn’t hurt quite so much either.

"Hi there," Eddie murmured, rubbing gentle circles into his shoulder, working out a knot in his muscle.

Steve sighed heavily with how nice it felt, but as the cool water reached parts of his skin that hadn’t previously been wet, he shuddered.

"C’mon, you," Eddie urged as he helped Steve to sit up, clambering out of the water and quickly pulling the plug. Eddie threw a towel around his own waist before bending down to scoop Steve out of the empty bathtub, carrying him the few steps to their bedroom and laying him on a towel that was already waiting on their bed.

All the lights were off, but luckily for both of them, they lived in an apartment that never truly got dark, not like the McMansion had. Even at night, there was always the soft glow of the streetlamps poking around the window dressings. It wasn’t really enough to see by, but it was enough that it wasn’t pitch black when you awoke in the night; shapes were visible but not the imaginary kind he’d spent his childhood fighting.

Steve rolled over onto his front, snuggling into the line dried towel underneath him, just as Eddie draped a radiator warmed towel over his back. He spent a few minutes pottering around the bedroom, drying himself off and dressing in his sweats before joining Steve on the bed, tugging the towel on his back up enough to start gently drying his hair.

Once his hair was only damp, Eddie moved from rubbing the towel through the strands to kneading soothing circles into his neck, making his way down to start working on the knot he'd been rubbing in the bath.

Sighing heavily and half drifting back into that heavy sleepy place as Eddie helped him relax, Steve mumbled, "Hmm, feels nice," as Eddie soothed a particularly tender spot at the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

Steve purposefully opened his eyes, not wanting to fall back asleep yet, he couldn't see anything other than his silhouette, but Steve just liked to look at him sometimes, just to know he was there and real and alive. Eddie shifted and Steve watched his movements as he got up off the bed and flicked on the bedside lamp, immediately flicking it back off when Steve hissed with pain at the sudden light.

"Sorry," Eddie whispered.

"S'alright, turn it back on, I'll shut my eyes," he mumbled, pressing his face into the pillow.

Eddie didn't answer, but Steve could hear his footfall against the carpet, the clink of the lighter and the dull thunk of the candle being placed back on the bedside. The warmth of the flame on his face felt nice as Eddie wandered out of the bedroom and a few seconds later padded back in.

Clambering up on the bed, Eddie crawled over to him and settled lightly over his hips. He tugged the towel down to expose his shoulders, popped a bottle lid and then sat very still for a second, before leaning forward and rubbing what Steve recognised as warmed baby oil down his neck and across his shoulder blades, before pressing his fingers tenderly into his muscles.

They had both given each other massages before, so it wasn't surprising that Eddie was amazing at it, using just the right amount of pressure to get the knots out without being too heavy-handed. What was surprising was that Eddie was fully clothed. After they'd started dating, massages had become a thing they did naked, not to make it sexual, although sometimes it did go that way but usually it was just nice to lay together afterwards without unnecessary fabric ruining the intimacy.

The sleeves of Eddie's hoodie kept sliding down his arms as he worked, and after the fourth time, Eddie tutted as he bunched the sleeves back up his arm.

"Just take it off," Steve mumbled, he felt bad that he was so relaxed when he could feel Eddie getting stressed.

"S'fine," Eddie muttered, pulling the towel down a little further and working on the muscles just below his shoulder blades.

Except he didn't get much further before it happened again, Eddie muttering curses under his breath as he tugged at his sleeves.

"Baby. Just take it off," Steve insisted softly.

"No!" Eddie groused a bit too loudly, mumbling apologies when Steve involuntarily flinched.

Eddie huffed and popped the lid on the baby oil again, but Steve turned to hold his wrist, stopping him from pouring more liquid onto his hands, "What's going on?" he asked quietly.

Huffing, Eddie rolled his eyes dramatically, looking anywhere but at Steve, "You're hurting. I didn't want you to think…" he trailed off. Steve waited patiently for an answer because whenever he was hurting like this he didn't have the brain capacity to decipher an Eddie-ism. When Steve could only raise his eyebrows in question, Eddie huffed again, "I didn't want you to think I had… ulterior motives," Eddie whined.

The corners of Steve's mouth pulled up without his permission, his boyfriend really was the cutest man in the whole world, "So you're driving yourself crazy in your sweats to… desex a massage?" Steve clarified, trying desperately not to laugh because that had to be the sweetest but stupidest thing he'd ever heard.

"Yeah," Eddie mewled pouting, but as he glanced at Steve, his mouth quirked up at the corners, letting him know that Eddie was starting to see how absurd it sounded.

"Babe. Seriously, take off the damn sweats," Steve reiterated.

"But," Eddie interrupted.

Steve groaned exasperatedly, "Fine. I, Steve Harrington, hereby recognise that you, Edward Adorable-Pants Munson, are in fact attempting to ease my suffering and not trying to sex me up," Steve declared.

The both of them just stared at one another for a second before Eddie broke, snorting a loud snigger and sending them both into hysterics, Eddie nearly coating both of them in the bottle of baby oil as his shoulders shook uncontrollably.

Steve was the first to sober, but he was more than happy just to watch Eddie's features dance in the candlelight, especially as he calmed, watching Steve watching him. Sighing contentedly, Steve finally released Eddie's wrist, "Now, please, angel, for the love of all that is holy!" he pleaded, flopping down onto the pillow and feeling more than seeing Eddie climb back off the bed.

Sucking in a deep breath, Steve relaxed down into the mattress. It was only as the rich cinnamon scent coming from the candle settled over his senses that it occurred to him that it was what had turned his stomach when he'd walked through the front door. The thought made him cast his mind back to the minute he'd got home, quickly realising that the hallway hadn't been lit by the harsh overhead lighting they still hadn’t had time to change, but Eddie had in fact been bathed in warm candlelight.

Eddie perching back over him was enough to snap his attention back to the present, and Steve was glad to feel how much more relaxed Eddie was as he settled a grounding weight back onto Steve's thighs. Steve sighed contently and felt himself melt into the pillow under his head as Eddie warmed more oil and continued his ministrations; every inch of his back worshipped by the remarkable man he was lucky enough to spend his life with.

Promising himself to do something solely for Eddie tomorrow brought back the vision he’d come home to, he wondered what Eddie had been cooking. Usually, they cooked together when Steve got home from work, mainly because Eddie tended to get stressed with trying to get the timings of a meal to match up, but it had sort’ve become their routine since Eddie’s rehabilitation.

It had started as a way to get Eddie to stop moping on the couch, and then he’d actually found he enjoyed the rhythm and repetitiveness of peeling and chopping vegetables. It also helped when Steve had found an old book of recipes in his attic that had clearly belonged to a relative once upon a time. There were a fair few that worked well as an evening meal for them and breakfast for Wayne, and Steve had learned early in their burgeoning relationship that the easiest way to get Eddie to do anything was to slyly suggest that the activity would in some way help his uncle.

Unfortunately for Eddie, Steve wasn’t above using a tactic if it worked in his favour, and spending his evenings amidst the steam of pots and pans, and the scent of the herbs he’d grown in their window box with Eddie humming and chopping at his elbow was something Steve spent his monotonous days at work very much looking forward to.

So even Steve’s slightly mushy and mangled brain could fathom that something had been going on before he’d arrived home a mess, and thought maybe he should ask Eddie about it.

"What’s that, sweetheart?" Eddie asked.

Steve asked again if Eddie had had something special planned for their evening.

As he spoke Eddie leaned down over his back, so their heads were closer together, but when he'd asked Eddie just chuckled a hot breath over the back of his neck. "You’re burbling, sunshine, I’ve no idea what you’re trying to say. Just go back to sleep, love. You’re okay, I’ve got you."

Except, Steve wasn’t asleep, although as he lifted his face out of the pillow to ask again and felt the drool down his chin, he realised perhaps he had nodded off at some point. "I asked if you had cooked?" he murmured blearily.

Eddie just shrugged, "Oh. Yeah, I did, but it doesn't matter," he muttered as he rubbed his hands up Steve's spine, gently forcing his head back onto the pillow.

"Something special planned?" Steve asked as casually as he could.

When he and Eddie had first become a thing, he'd promised himself that he'd be gentle with his own heart for a change, that he wouldn't rush in and get ahead of himself with this relationship. And he was doing a great job too until Robin had offhandedly mentioned something about Eddie proposing the last time they'd been forced into watching some dorky romcom during their "grown-ups" movie night.

Steve hadn't really been able to think about anything else since, because surely that was the next logical step for them, but after the "bullshit" disaster he'd been a bit gunshy. He hadn't initiated any of their firsts, which had nearly killed him because it took Eddie three whole weeks to get around to kissing him for the first time. But he'd been desperately trying to let Eddie lead and just blindly follow in the hope that it wouldn't blow up in his face.

Eddie shuffled around a bit, getting distracted from dandling and switching to drawing intricate patterns into his skin, "Er. Well. Y’know, it’s been two months, so I just thought…" he trailed off, shrugging nonchalantly.

Steve propped himself up off the pillow, folding his forearms under his chest, so he could look at Eddie properly, "We’ve lived here two months?" he asked, surprised.

He was shocked it'd been so long, it felt like forever and barely any time at all, but it always seemed to feel like that with Eddie. He'd been completely taken aback months ago when Robin had conversationally asked him what they'd had planned for their first anniversary. He'd had no idea they'd even been coming up to a year together, he'd been left stunned, wondering simultaneously how on earth they’d made it a whole trip around the sun and how he’d ever managed to live a life without Eddie by his side.

When Eddie only nodded in response watching his fingers doodle on Steve's skin, purposefully looking anywhere but at him, he reached around and grabbed Eddie's wrist pulling it gently to him, so he could kiss the back of his hand, "I ever tell you you're the best thing to ever happen to me?" he asked, fully enjoying the bashful smile that nearly split Eddie's face in two.

"You mighta mentioned it once or twice," Eddie quipped, looking up at him through his lashes.

"Mhmpt," Steve grumbled with faux annoyance, the smile on his face giving away his amusement. He still attempted to keep up the bit, though, letting go of Eddie’s hand and flopping dramatically back down against the bed.

Sighing contently, Eddie climbed off his back and came to lay beside him. Steve peeked an eye open to see Eddie watching him fondly, and try as he might, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. "I love you," he mumbled, wriggling closer to Eddie, so he could snuggle into his chest.

"Love you too," Eddie murmured, wrapping Steve in his arms and pressing a soft kiss into his hair, "Are you hungry?"

Steve thought about it for a second, "Hmm, no, not really. You?"

"Thank god for that! I was so worried I was gonna hafta move!" Eddie muttered tiredly, "Can we just stay here forever?"

Steve hummed an affirmative, "Sounds good to me," he breathed, snuggling closer, wrapping his arm tight around Eddie’s waist kissing the scar on his chest where his nipple had once been, making Eddie giggle.

He sighed serenely, safe in the knowledge that no matter how terrible his day had been, so long as he always had Eddie to come home to, his days would always end in the best way.

#ofc it's fluffy #i tried angst i ain't good at it #just eddie looking after his boy #as always apologies about the grammar and the tense changes #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #aj writes #word generator tag game

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loserdiaz · 9 months

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you found me out (you're my whole house)

i can't stop thinking about this prompt by @911prompts so here, have what i wrote literally five seconds ago in my notes when i started planning this fic!!

After her husband died and she moved out of Texas and away from her whole family, Isabel admits she's really lonely.

She didn't have to move, but after her husband 'Chiquito' died she just couldn't stay there anymore. Everything reminded her of him in the most beautiful but painful of ways— the picture frames in Helena's house or the way her grandson Eddie kept asking about his Abuelito, the daisies and other plants they grew together in their garden, the old car the man refused to give away just because that's where they had their first date (even when the years hadn't been kind on the vehicle and really, it didn't even work anymore!) The diner a few blocks away from their house where they still went to have date nights (even after almost forty-five years of marriage, the magic had always been there) or the little hammock in their porch that he built for her fifty-six birthday.

The thing is, she needed space and time to grieve on her own. Of course her family protested and tried to stop her but she had made up her mind and she was set on moving far away.

She decides maybe she could travel, see a little more of world (Her Carlitos never liked to travel a lot, so they mostly always stayed in Texas) and this was her chance.

That's how she ends up at the Pittsburgh Knit and Crochet festival, where she meets the most adorable, most amazing, most lost and confused kid she's ever met (at the same level with her grandchildren, of course)— Evan Buckley.

The kid manages to steal her heart with just a few words, if she's being honest. Asking questions about her knitting and what she likes to do the most and what things she hates.

He's curious and smart and he's alone at one of the stands, which immediately sends red flags through her mind.

"Where are your parents?"

That questions makes Evan frown immediately, his eyes dimming in a second and his lips forming a little, adorable and sad pout.

"I don't know. They told me to stay here and then left." He shrugs. "They'll probably be back in an hour so, after they finished seeing the rest of the festival."

As it turns out, they take more than just an hour. Hell, Isabel spends almost the whole day with this kid and hearing frankly awful and heartbreaking stories falling from his lips.

The kid apologizes about a hundred times for interrupting her or for speaking too much or for accidentally letting a sweater she knitted fall to the ground (which really, isn't that bad and he picked it up for her faster than she could blink) and every moment spent with him, pulled something at her heartstrings.

Evan Buckley is special. Isabel realizes in that time.

And she comes to a second realization not long after— Evan Buckley needs someone who will love him no matter what.

She could be that for him, she thinks.

#uhhh idk how long this fic will be and i have to work on other wips before focusing on this #but i couldn't help myself !!!!!#evan buckley #isabel diaz #911 prompts #april writes #my writing #future fic #911 abc #911 on abc #911 fic

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lovecolibri · 1 year

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Okay but if Daniel is alive in the coma dream, do you think his parents still ignore him because they never wanted him to begin with and now they have their Daniel back, OR do you think Evan is their golden boy, but only because of what he did for Daniel and that's the only thing they ever talk about or bring up about him and they are obsessed with him staying healthy so he can help Daniel again if needed which is why he's not doing a dangerous job like firefighting?

#911 #911 spoilers #evan buckley #this is a buckley parents hate space

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itsjustpoopeh · 2 years

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y’all leukemia is not a hereditary cancer. a sibling having leukemia wouldn’t disqualify sperm donation. the bigger issue would be getting family medical history details out of the Buckley parents at all without Margaret having a performative hysterical fit

#911 fox #y'all are genuinely making me tired #this is a buckley parents hate space forever

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persage · 2 years

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DIFFERENT - S. HARRINGTON

Summary: When you and Steve Harrington find yourself partners on a school project, you quickly realize that maybe he's not the jerk you thought. But that's not enough for you to let go of your fears.

Words Count: 2.5k

Tags: Mostly Fluff. Jealous!Buckley Reader x Insicure Steve Harrington. Family Trauma. Set Before S1.

After a huge writer block, here I am again hope you like it!

3 weeks ago

"Here we are" When you reach the Harrington residence, it's as big and rich as you've always imagined. Steve throws the door open and sets his keys on the table while he watches your eyes drift around the house as you walk further inside. He gestures to the stairs and when you walk in his room you are impressed by the lack of object, photos and posters: it's so simple and plain that it doesn't even feel like someone's room, least of all Steve Harrington. Also you notice that there are no pictures of him in the house, not even family pictures, just an old photo of his parent's wedding where they don't even smile and you know you must not jump to conclusions but you can't help but find it sad.

Steve feels suddenly nervous, it's not the first time he has a girl in his room of course, but the way you study the space around you, as if you really care, is something new for him. It's oddly intimate, even if he feels like you don't like him at all and you he's an idiot and -also- you are here only cause you have to work on a project.

"My parents won't be home till late so we've got the place to ourselves," He says to distract himself from the fact that y/n Buckley, Carol's Perkins's cute childhood friend, is standing right here in his room. The silence puts him on edge so he keeps talking. "Good thing my parents aren't here to be honest."

He notices your confused - and maybe even a little disgusted- face.

"Oh don't get me wrong it's just that they are so loud, they scream so much, it's annoying." He sees your face fall, pity written all over your expression. Why doesn't he know when to shut the fuck up? Why did he tell you something so personal? You smile at him, trying to hide the embarrassment and gesture to the bed.

" Can I?" You ask. He nods and he thinks that for some reason it's nice to have you here, within the walls of his room.

"I like your room." You say. "Except for the wallpaper"

He laughs "It’s the only thing I actually chose actually. You know, my mom is obsessed with this house, no pictures, no posters, no paintings. Especially not chosen by me. I ruin everything apparently."

"And she lets you keep this horrible wallpaper? Absurd" He smiles. "You know, I've always wanted a Tears For Fears's poster"

"That's better Harrington."

Present Day

You are chatting with Carol in front of your locker though you are not really listening to her, it's same old story: something about dumping a boy or shit like that. You don't want to be a bad friend, but with Carol it's getting more and more difficult to maintain a good relationship. Being one of the cool kid has gone to her head and sometimes you've got the feeling you're losing her for real.

"And I said no, I mean, he has to fight for me... "

You spot him at the end of the corridor, he's coming towards you. Brown eyes, perfect hair and a big smile on his stupidly handsome face. You roll your eyes, trying to sound more annoyed than you actually are. "Please, not again. "

"What?" Carol turns and see him. "Oh..." She bits her lip as Steve Harrington passes by and winks at you. "Hi Carol, hi y/n" He stops, looking at you "You're really beautiful today"

You lift your eyebrow. "I always am, Harrington" You fake a smile, taking Carol's hand and carrying her away towards the cafeteria, before he can add anything You hate the fact that he’s a completely different person in school than he is in private, that he’s so cheeky and stupid, like he always needs to prove something to people.

"I don't understand why you keep rejecting him, he's hot and he seems really into you" Carols comments, struggling behind you. "He's an idiot" You reply. Liar.

"Well, he is my friend and he' s cool guy".

You shake your head. You don't wanna tell her the truth, 'cause even if Carol has been your friend since you were three years old you don't really recognize the sweet girl you've known anymore, and you don't trust her with your secrets. You can't tell her how you have grown to like Harrington, to care about him, cause the person you've feelings for its completely different from the one she knows.

"You're becoming so boring y/n"

"What are you staring at?"Steve asks, laughing as he throws you a pillow.

You throw it back at him, flushing as you look away, "Nothing."

"You looked like you were spacing out."

"I was."

"About what?"

Shit. You certainly can't tell him what you are really thinking. He's cute. And smart in his own way.

He is gentle, attentive to your needs: that you are warm but not too much, that you are comfortable, that you don't take the burden of the work only on your shoulders even if you are better and faster than him. He's even bought your favorite cookies and you don’t even remember telling him how much you like them. He's a total surprise, like a ray of sun in the clouds.

"I was thinking about our project, maybe we should change something." You say

"You're a bad liar. It's already perfect, you have thought about every detail." Steve looks at you like he knows and it makes your hear jump in you chest. What is happening to you?

"Focus on studying Harrington! You are the worst project partner ever."

"But you are the best y/n" He replies, seriously, moving to be near you. "I'm glad you are here" Although you try to pay attention to what he is saying, you can't help but be distracted by the way he tucks your hair behind your ears. You want to say something clever, or even sweet, to tell him that he is different from the guy he appears at school. Before you can, there's a ring on the doorbell. "Oh, that must be the pizza"

"You've ordered pizza?" You ask, speechless.

"Only for you, partner"

Eyeing him as he sits across the cafeteria with Tommy and other friends, you can't help but think how Steve Harrington shines like nobody else in this room and you hate yourself for such a silly thought. Carol has just finished telling Tina about your exchange with Steve this morning.

"I don't understand you y/n" Tina says.

"I mean... He is a well famous knob, I don't wanna be just another name on his list." You reply gazing at him as he laughs at something. That's the fact: you hate Steve Harrington cause he is not an asshole, not at all. He is kind, careful, nice and sensitive and a whole amount of adjectives that you wouldnt have attributed to him if you haven't find yourself spending so much with him for the stupid literature project.

Still in front of the rest of the world he changes completely, no more a good guy just another douchebag.

"Yes but, you know I've slept with him and he's... So. Good. " Tina winks at you.

Steve caughts your gaze and smiles at you before you can tear your eyes away from him muttering an "I don't care, Tina." Blushing.

In spite of everything in his eyes, in his smile, you don't see the person he pretends to be. Also you know perfectly well that If you allow yourself to give in to his compliments and jokes, you will find yourself heartbroken.

Oh how you wish to be touched by those hands

"If you don't care then I'll go out with him" Tina states, drinking her coke. "He's asked me out a week ago"

And that's it, the final crack in your heart. "You go girl" You reply casually, playing perfectly your part.

By now Harrington's house is familiar to you, you know the smell and the sounds, the floor creaking in some places, the lights that occasionally jump, the garden. You know how Steve drops himself on the bed and how he sits at his desk, but you’re still nervous at the door. And you realize there’s still a million things you need to know about him, about his childhood and his family, and you’re shocked because you care, you care about everything that it's his, actually. You’re afraid you made a mistake, while waiting for him to open up and holding a poster and a vinyl that maybe you shouldn’t have bought. Maybe you’ll make him fight with his parents . "They are strict" He has said once, without adding any details, leaving you with bad sensation. The way his gaze darkned, which lasted only an instant, made you think the situation must be worse than you have imagined. Maybe for this stupid poster, you’ll get him in trouble, but when you have walked past the music store you saw it, you have thought of him as a child, the most innocent creature on earth. He wanted a poster, and you have got him. The Vinyl, that’s an extra. When he opens the door you don’t even realize it, lost in your thoughts.

"Oh y/n, sorry I expected to see you later. I'm still cleaning up." Steve says, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Excuse me, it’s... I haven't realized, you know... timing."

Lie, the truth that you couldn’t wait to see him. His big dark eyes are on you, he smiles as lets them slide on the objects you hold in your arms. "What do you have there? Things for the project? " He question, leaning towards you to peek. You walk away, laughing. "Why don't you let me in first?" He steps aside. "Sorry again for the mess" But there’s nothing more than a few out-of-place items to say the least. "When my parents are out, I always leave a mess."

"It is more tidy than my house, imagine... My sister Robin is a disaster and I am not less."

"I didn’t even know you had a sister. How much more do I have to find out about you?"

"I’m a mysterious girl Harrington," you chuckle, but he stays serious as he watches you carefully. "You are." You clear your throat. "Let’s start solving the first mystery." You hand him the vinyl and he his mouth, surprised and happy.

"Oh my god y/n, but...." He stutters something meaningless, a mixture of agitated and festive verses. The truth is that for years no one has given him a spontaneous gift, even his parents, and when it happens that a gift is given to him on his birthday or for some occasion it is never something that is really for him. They are anonymous gifts, made without thinking about him, without taking into account what he wants or likes, without knowing him. He doesn’t care about something expensive, no, Steve loves small gestures.

He loves your small gestures.

"There is more" You open the poster in front of your body so that he can see it well and Harrington’s expression is priceless, he looks like a child on Christmas Day.

"I can’t believe it" He whispers. He gently grabs the poster from your hands, incredulous and you notice a slight flicker. With a quick gesture he rests it on the sofa next to you and now there are you hips hin his hands and Steve Harrington holds you in a warm and strong embrace, which makes you feel more at home than ever before in your life. "No one has ever done so much for me." He whispers to your ear.

"I didn’t do anything." You reply.

"You heard me y/n, for real"

He is in the yard, joking and laughing with his friends avoiding to look at you on purpose. On the contrary, your eyes never left his figure. The truth is that Steve doesn't understand, sometimes he feels like he has hope with you, other times he see a wall between you two even during your project it was as clear as sun that there was a spark, despite your initial coldness. He felt like you liked him. Not like, like him. Like him just as a person, in short, he' has believed for a moment that you could see something in him. The gift is a final demonstration, or so he thought. Things got worse at school, until you ended up ignoring him. And part of him just wants to run up to you and ask you what’s changed, the other part is terrified that Tommy might make fun of that. And in his heart he is aware that it is precisely this need of him to have to please everybody at all costs that has driven you away. But he can’t crawl to you, not in front of Tommy, its not something King Steve would do.

"I know you want him dead, but glaring at him isn't the right way to kill him" Robin Comments. She is sitting next to you, not looking up from her book. It's not common for you and your sister to spend time together being so different from one another, but here you are, watching the basketball team's practice.

Watching Steve Harrington.

"Then why calling it a death stare if they don't die?" You ask annoyed, finally taking your eyes off of him to look at your sister.

"'Cause it doesn't work if you switch from an I wanna kill him type of look to an I wanna fuck him hard type of look, don't you know? " She explains. You don't answer, words don't come up at your mind and also you didn't think Robin could really notice your little, silly annoying crush on Steve. Not once.

"Why are you so upset, anyway?" She asks.

"Isn't it clear? He has slept with all my friends and... And I'm just the one who's missing he keeps insisting being so... I don't know... Sometimes it's a douchebag, sometimes the sweetest boy on earth. Oh God, I'm going crazy"

"Look, Y/n we are the ones sitting there, observing him like perverts, not him. From what you told me he hasn't even tried that hard, in short, he could have done a lot more, if a compliment every now and then is enough to make you want to jump on a guy ... Maybe it's because you like that guy more than you you want to admit. "

You shake your head.

" He is Steve idiot Harrington, I can't like him"

"Oh yes, you totally don't."

"Bullshit, I don't like him, he is an asshole" You say once more.

She sighs at your stubbornness but before she adds something, you continue. "Also he has asked Tina out."

Robin smiles. "Smart move Harrington."

"What?"

"Y/n he's been avoiding to look since we arrived and he's totally failing. I don't like him at all, I think he is an idiot but you are not and if you really like this douchebag that much maybe he's something more than what I think, I also really really doubt it but that's another problem... I mean I believe you are clever enough to understand if he's just using you, but you will never know for sure if you don't give him a chance. "

You quickly realize it's true, you give your sister a smile and without saying another word you take your backpack and head quickly towards him. He spots you and bite his lower lip to hide a smile, while he walks in your direction too.

You take him by his arm and you drag him to the locker room, while his mates call him back and Tommy yells "Get in Harrington" you remember why you wanted to avoid Steve in the first place. You have learned one thing in life: to really understand someone observe the people they surround themselves with. Under this assumption Steve should be a bad person, yet he looks at you with eyes full of something you can't define and apologizes with disarming sincerity. "They are not so bad" He says referring to his friends. "It's that sometimes they forget respect"

"Isn't it the same?" You ask. He smiles. "Would you ever get angry with a monkey because it's rude or stupid? That's the same thing with them. "

"Monkeys are not stupid" You reply.

"You always have to have the last word don't you? " He chuckles, but he doesn't seem nervous. You stay silent. "Do you need something for the project or... Something else?"

"Stop it" You demand.

"Stop what?"

"You know what I mean" You say frustrated.

"No, please, really tell me. " He is lost and sincere.

"Stop... Acting like you care about me, like you really like me and then asking Tina out." And you know it's not fair, the Tina part, but you can't help yourself.

"Oh so you are jealous!" He exclaims as he suddenly realizes it and he is happy, like genuinely happy. You don't know how to react.

"What?! No, I'm not jealous! I'm angry because you're a asshole and you are using my friend and me" You reply, more frustrated by the minute.

"I'm not using her, I know Tina well enough to understand what I can do with her. We are friends too also I have never done everything wrong to you, Y/n." He seems hurt, he is biting his nails in anxiety and he has a disappointed expression on his handsome face.

" I... " He starts to leave, but you grab him by the arm. "What's up?" He asks. "I'm an asshole, mh? You've been repeating it for as long as I've known you."

"You confuse me. But I don't think you are ... but you act like one, often."

"Not with you. never with you."

You look in his eyes. "I know, but... I'm scared." He caresses your face, his soft finger tips between your h/c hair.

" So I better not fucking this up"

You nod. "I wanna know you better Steve Harrington."

"I'm honored" After a moment of silence he continues, his voice firm and low. "I'm serious, I've never been so serious in my life" He takes your face between his large hands, his finger on your burning cheeks.

"Also I asked Tina to lie to you." He whispers leaning his forehead against yours, laughing while you punch him on the chest. He join your lips in a wet but sweet kiss. He had waited so long to taste your red lips, he can't believe this is really happening, from the moment you have walked in his house showing sincere interest in him, he has known you were different and he has fallen for you quickly. He smiles against your mouth.

"You're an idiot Harrington "

"I agree."

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nudging into the crook of your partner's neck

Eddie likes to think he’s pretty good at reading Buck, by now, and so he knows there’s something wrong even before Buck wordlessly wraps himself around Eddie, burying his face in the crook of Eddie’s shoulder. It’s hard for a 6’2 man of Buck’s size and stature to make himself small, but Buck does his best as he breathes heavily into the curve of space between Eddie’s jaw, and shoulder.

“Hi, love,” Eddie hummed, running a gentle hand through the tangle of Buck’s curls, pressing an apologetic kiss to the side of Buck’s head as his fingers got caught in a knot. “What’s wrong?”

Eddie felt the tears, before he heard them, Buck’s shoulders shaking under Eddie’s firm grip. He could feel his husband’s tears start to soak into the collar of his sweatshirt. There was quite a few things Eddie hated in life: peas, and the sound of thunderstorms, and the way Christopher’s lip would wobble, when he cried, and he really hated the way that Buck tried to fold himself up and make himself small when he cried, as though his emotions were an inconvenience to everyone around him.

Eddie also hated Buck’s parents (for obvious reasons.)

“It’s okay,” Eddie soothed, running a slow, gentle hand down the ridges of Buck’s spine, pressing gentle kisses to Buck’s hair, the side of his head. “That’s it - let it all out,” he encouraged, because he had never aspired be the kind of person who told the people he loved that there wasn’t any need to cry: no, sometimes you just needed to sob, and years of therapy and unlearning his own fair share of toxic masculinity had allowed Eddie to recognise that sometimes the people you love - namely your son, and husband - needed you to let them cry on you for a little while.

It took a couple of minutes for Buck’s sobs to slow to the heaving, hiccuping cries that normally signalled the end of his tears, Buck pulling back, brow furrowed and cheeks flaming red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Eddie wasn’t going to let the apology continue, giving his husband a firm look. “What have we said before, hm? No apologies for your feelings,” he shook his head, using the sleeve of his sweatshirt to wipe away the worst of the tears, and snot.

“I know, I just - I feel like an idiot,” Buck huffed, but he let Eddie wipe away his tears, at least.

“You’re not an idiot,” Eddie shook his head, pressing a kiss to the corner of Buck’s mouth. “You’re a human - with feelings. Feelings I would very much like you to talk about, please,” because one of the things they’d promised when they got married was to be honest with each other, whether that was about big, or small feelings.

Buck sighed, and Eddie could tell he was taking one, two, three steadying breaths. “I sent my parents an invite to our wedding party,” he explained, because in a sort of typical Buck-and-Eddie way, they had woken up one morning and gone to city hall, with Christopher in tow, and gotten married on a whim, and so their friends and family had demanded they at least have a party to celebrate the matching gold rings they had been wearing for the last couple of weeks.

Eddie nodded. He’d done the same, and received an eager response from his parents - even if it had come with a gentle beration from his mom about getting married without having them all there to witness it. He hadn’t taken much notice: Eddie had only wanted his wedding to Buck to be about himself, Buck and Christopher. He and Buck had made the decision together, to invite their parents, though Eddie had his reservations about the Buckley’s. He’d kept it to himself: parents were complicated, and Buck’s more than anyones.

“They replied,” Buck said, his eyes watering again. “And said it was too far to travel, and that they had a dinner planned with their friends that Saturday anyway.”

Eddie really, really fucking hated Buck’s parents.

“I’m sorry, love,” Eddie brushed away the stray tears that had escaped Buck’s eyes. “I don’t know what else to say. I’m really sorry.”

“I know - I know I shouldn’t expect anything from them,” Buck admitted. “But I just - I thought they’d want to come to their son’s wedding. You know? I thought they’d be happy that I was in a proper, happy, long-term relationship. I thought they’d want to celebrate that.”

“They should want to,” Eddie said, and he didn’t often want to think about Christopher growing up, but he knew he would want to be front and centre of whatever celebration of love that might come in his child’s future.

“I feel so - silly,” Buck huffed. “For wanting them there. I feel like - I feel like I should be over it, by now, except I’m not, and I’m a thirty year old man crying on my husband because my parents just don’t - don’t want me.”

“It’s not silly,” Eddie shook his head. “Buck - baby, it’s not silly. You’re allowed to want your parents to care, and I’m sorry yours don’t. And I know I can never make up for that, but I want you. I want you so much I can’t breathe for it, sometimes, because I look at you and I see the rest of my life, and I see so much love, and adventure, and just - happiness. Because you make me so happy, Evan, I can’t even put it into words.”

Buck laughed wetly. “I think you just did.”

Eddie laughed, holding Buck close. “I love you,” he reassured. “And fuck your parents, honestly. Because in a month’s time, baby, we’re going to be throwing a big party with everyone we love most in the world, and I’m going to get to walk down the aisle to you, and I don’t need anything else in the entire world.”

Buck tucked his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck again, his breathing steady this time, folded around Eddie in a way that sought comfort, rather than tried to hide from it. Eddie was proud. “I love you,” Buck said, and that’s all that needed to be said, really.

Eddie wrapped his arms tightly around Buck, pressing his nose to his husband's jumper, the lavender scent of their laundry detergent familiar. “I love you, baby.”

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#911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911fic #in which i ramble #in which lorna writes fic #prompt fill #thank u friend!!

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the-lark-ascending69 · 4 days

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your nancy wheeler whump is incredible, ty for the food

— sincerely, a nancy wheeler fan who is also a whump enjoyer

About this post, I think.

Omg anon hiii i'm so happy you liked it!! 🥰🥰 Nancy is such a whumpeable character, maybe because shes so broken inside already 💕 she's just a scared wet cat who needs to be wrapped up in a warm blanket.

A few headcanons for youuuu 💕💕

Robin's parents will be out of town for a few months (they're visiting family far away), so she has the house all to herself, and since the Wheelers are gone and Nancy has nowhere to go, that's where they take her.

Steve and Robin spend a long time looking for the Wheelers. They make a hundred phone calls a day but they keep hitting dead ends. The Wheelers left Hawkins shortly after Nancy was "confirmed" dead, and Mike quickly lost contact with his friends. Finding them has become impossibly difficult, and Steve and Robin worry that they'll never get to tell them Nancy is alive. Nancy misses them like crazy.

The party gets involved super quickly - Lucas, Dustin and Will, as well as the two new kids, Max and El. The boys all cry when they see Nancy, and to Nancy it feels like having siblings again, three new little brothers to try to fill in the space left by Mike and Holly. Max and El just want to help - they're excited to finally meet Nancy Wheeler, Mike's famous sister - he never shut up about her. He always talked about how smart and brave she was and how nothing has been the same since she died. Nancy was a bit surprised to know Mike said that about her, and it only makes her cry. She misses her brother so much.

Max in particular spends a lot of time with Nancy. She helps take care of her when Steve and Robin can't.

Will makes a lot of drawings for Nancy, and she keeps them all by her bedside. She particularly loves the one portraying her family - Mom, Mike, Holly, yes, even her dad.

Nancy experiences a lot of ugly withdrawal symptoms after having been on drugs so heavily for so long. Lots of vomiting and headaches.

Hopper gets involved in her case. She tells him everything, and he begins his investigation. He visits every now and then - it's in his nature. Up until two years ago, he was a father without daughter, and Nancy is a daughter without parents and a sister without siblings. It's only natural when El shows up at Robin's house to spend more and more time with Nancy, happy to have an older sister figure, even if she takes care of Nancy more than Nancy takes care of her. And it's only natural for Hopper to visit a few times a week to ask how she's doing and make sure all her needs are met.

Joyce is overjoyed to hear she's alive, and soon joins Steve and Robin in their search for the Wheeler's new number. She brings food whenever she can and instantly takes on a motherly role in Nancy's life. She agrees that it's best for Nancy to stay at Robin's for the time being, since Joyce and Jonathan spend a great deal of time at work and she'd be all alone for most of the time, but she plans on taking her to live with them when Richard and Melissa Buckley come back.

Jonathan awkwardly tries to help as well - he's often busy with work, but he stops by whenever possible to see if she needs anything. Nancy appreciates that.

Nancy hates appearing weak, but she's set off by the smallest thing - the party's boys hi-fiving each other reminds her of the way soldiers raised their hands to hit her. Steve's loud laughter reminds her of the way the general used to laugh when she cried. Out of the house, she's terrified of needles and hates getting blood tests or vaccines, and going to the dentist is paralyzing - the clattering of the instruments on the metal tray, the shapes of them so similar to the ones they used to rip her nails out, the horrible feeling of foreign objects in her mouth... she has two reactions to these things: she either freezes or she breaks. Freezing includes being almost completely non-verbal, trembling slightly but obeying every order. Breaking includes a lot of crying and panicking.

Her sleep schedule is all messed up - sometimes she can't sleep for more than three hours. Sometimes she blacks out for 18 hours straight. She can never seem to go to sleep and wake up at the same time every day, and she often suffers from nightmares.

She likes cuddling with either Steve or Robin, or even better, both of them. Sandwiched between the two of them, she almost feels like a little kid sleeping between her parents.

Robin really really really didn't like bathing Nancy, or helping her dress up. It feels like she's taking advantage of her. She feels the same when she shares a bed with her. Steve is the one to largely take care of Nancy when it comes to those things. They're still dating, technically, though at this point Nancy can't say she feels love for him. She clings to him because he's familiar, and he loves her, and he makes her feel safe. She appreciates him and cares deeply about him, but if she's honest with herself... she can't love him. She can't bring herself to say that to Steve, of course - after everything he's done for her, she just... tries so hard to convince herself she loves him in the way she's supposed to.

She actually quite enjoys Robin's company, and in part, she'd prefer it if it was her doing all of this for her. Robin can't bring herself to refuse when Nancy asks. They've slept together many times, Nancy cuddled into her chest. It makes Robin's heart ache, but she pushes those feelings down - creep, she thinks to herself. Freak. Pervert. Last thing Nancy needed was a person she trusted secretly lusting after her like a... like the dyke she was.

Nancy realizes she's not having a nice dream at the end of her first day after being rescued. She's drinking a cup of tea with Robin, talking about mindless things - Robin just wanted to make her feel comfortable and she supposed keeping it simple would be best, so she tells her about band and the time she passed out during a school play audition from the nerves. And Nancy looks down at her cup, feels its heat in her hands and the sweet taste in her mouth, and the soft texture of Robin's clean clothes on her skin. She hears the crickets outside, the creaking of the wooden floorboards when Robin paces, and it dawns to her that she is free. She suddenly breaks into tears, and Robin freaks out - calls Steve - and they both try her best to comfort her. Nancy hugs herself - she wants her mother and brother and little sister, it breaks her heart to know they left, that they thought her dead. But somehow, in Robin and Steve's arms, she feels warm. Safe, for the first time in years.

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to: @rbquartz from: @an-animagi

Title: Red | Rating: General Audiences | Word Count: 2,368

this title is a reference to the song “The Red Means I Love You” by Madds Buckley

They’re sat in a treehouse when Sarah brings it up.

“Hey, do you have any plans for Christmas?” She asks, and Erica almost bites back at her to look around. If she had plans, she wouldn’t be sat with her girlfriend, in a treehouse they scared some little kids away from.

“No,” She replies curtly instead, and she watches as the brunette nods.

“I assumed so, but I just wanted to make sure.” Sarah finally looks up from her phone, and the blonde doesn’t even pretend she hadn’t just been studying the soft brown of her skin and the dark chocolate of her eyes. Sometimes she thinks she could lose the remains of her mortality in those eyes, in their piercing glance and their gentle smile.

Those same eyes, ebony irises carved perfectly into spheres, gaze into her own cerulean ones from across the small space separating them. Erica watches as the brunette’s lips part, saliva making them shine in setting sunlight, before her attention is captured by the sweet sound of Sarah’s half-dry voice.

“Would you like to do something together? On Christmas, I mean.” Comes the clarification that the blonde had already expected, and she barely hesitates before answering.

“Ugh, why would I celebrate some Christian holiday? They have a whole thing against vampires, don’t they?” At Sarah’s incredulous eyebrow raise, Erica scoffs in offence. “And gay people! God, Christians hate us so much.” Turning back to the phone in her hands, Sarah rolls her eyes in amusement as her girlfriend huffs angrily.

A few moments pass in silence, the brunette scrolling through something on her phone as the blonde picks at her manicured nails. If Erica had a heart, she thinks it would be racing in her chest and thundering in her ears. But the one she has is destined to never beat again, so instead she merely imagines the warmth in her abdomen as she watches Sarah smile smugly as she looks back up.

“Actually, over sixty percent of people state that they celebrate Christmas completely secularly, so we don’t have to treat it as a Christian holiday.” She tilts her head as she finishes her sentence, knowing that Erica will bend to her whims if she tries hard enough, and that this was just making sure the fish was secured onto the end of her line.

With a sigh, the blonde rolls her eyes and deflates. “Fine,” She starts, and sits back up as she continues, “But where would we even go for our little ‘celebration’?” Her hands had risen up to form quotation marks, but she drops them into her lap and raises an unimpressed eyebrow at the brunette.

Sarah thinks for a moment, idea running through her head and being stopped due to their obvious flaws. Erica’s mom wouldn’t want them over, and neither of Sarah’s parents would particularly care but they didn’t know about the vampire stuff or the relationship stuff, so both of them were out.

“This tree house,” She decides in the end. Erica gives her a questioning look, blue eyes sharp as ice, and the brunette continues. “No one will come here anymore, we can meet up beforehand like we did today and come here together.”

“Okay, this poor excuse of a tree house can do.” Agrees the blonde with another sigh, her favourite thing to do even if she doesn’t have to breathe. “What will we even do? Just hang out?”

“Well, I was thinking we could decorate to make it more festive.”

“Festive? We’re already outside in the cold, I don’t think we can get more ‘Christmas-y’ than that.”

“Erica, we literally do not feel the cold.”

“Ugh, I can still use it as a point!” Scoffs the blonde, while Sarah rolls her eyes affectionately. Forming her face into something innocent rather than feral, Erica asks, “Well, can we at least go on a hunt together?” In reply, her girlfriend gives her a look of disappointment, one of exasperation that already tells her the answer the brunette will give.

“What?” Erica asks first, not giving Sarah a chance to speak. “You have a nice meal on Christmas, don’t you? This could be ours!”

“Do you really want to run into Rory and have to help him find Santa to taste his blood?” The darker skinned girl asks, her tone completely incredulous. The blonde immediately lets her face twist into one of disgust, unwilling to even think about the teenage boy who never seemed to mature.

Well, in the sense of his behaviour. None of the three would ever physically mature, trapped inside their teenage bodies for the rest of eternity. Or until someone got smart and stabbed a stake through one of their hearts. Sometimes Erica wanted nothing more than to do that to Rory, but this wasn’t the time nor place to think about wanting to kill someone she had known for years.

Instead, it was the time for her to stare at her girlfriend with wide eyes, silently begging her to agree. They didn’t hunt together often, mainly due to Sarah refusing to drink human blood for as long as possible, and even though Erica was fine hunting alone she wanted to enjoy something with her girlfriend, so if she was being forced to celebrate a Christmas she was getting a joint hunt.

“We can just share a blood bag or two?” Offers the brunette, already knowing that she’s fighting a losing battle. The way she doesn’t meet the blonde’s bored eyes says it all.

“It’s better when it’s fresh,” Erica states, knowing full well that the difference between blood directly from a body and blood from a plastic bag is barely discernible. She smirks as she listens to Sarah’s sigh of defeat, a sharp twist of her lips which softens to a smile when her girlfriend looks back at her.

“You can go on a hunt, but I won’t go with you if you do.”

“Aw, shame, we could make a nice little break from sitting in a stupid treehouse.”

“Hey,” Sarah says, her tone much lighter and more playful. “Don’t call the treehouse stupid.” She looks around, brown eyes tracing each wooden wall before they rest on her girlfriend. “And fine, I’ll go with you.”

“Woohoo,” Comes the half-hearted cheer, part of a smile on Erica’s face. The pair sits in silence for a moment, before the blonde, glancing to the side of the brunette, speaks again. “Hunting with you is more fun than hunting alone.” She bears her feelings in front of her heart, speaks her thoughts and prepares herself to shut down into a husk of who she is.

With a soft, gentle smile, Sarah replies, “Come here, you sap.” She begins to get up, growing closer to her girlfriend before their hands tangle together. Erica leans forwards, resting her pale forehead against Sarah’s darker skin, and they glance into each other’s eyes before the blonde shuts hers.

Their lips press together delicately, a grazing touch that sends sparks down Erica’s spine like every other kiss they have shared. She feels a hand brush the hair out of her face and the pair are like one, melted together by the heat gathering at their lips. Time slows around them, a thick sludge they cannot feel as they become each other’s universe.

Then they pull apart, and though the moment is not over it is certainly less electrifying as they face the reality of a string of saliva hanging between them, as they face the reality of the world waiting for them to slip up outside of the comfort of a treehouse up a random tree in a forest.

“Same time, same place tomorrow?” Asks Sarah, licking her bottom lip with half lidded eyes. Erica nods, her words failing her as all she thinks about is running her fingers through her girlfriends long, dark hair and kissing her in places that are not her lips.

And as the brunette starts climbing down the ladder, Erica wonders what she did in her life to deserve Sarah and her love.

-~=~-

As Sarah listens to her girlfriend rant about their geography teacher and the latest offence he had committed, she can’t help but be distracted.

It is one of their last few days at school, only a week left until Christmas, and she really doesn’t mean to interrupt Erica when she asks, “Do you want to help me find a tree?” The blonde stares at her for a moment, expression filled with surprise at the interruption and then confusion at the question.

“But we already have a tree?” She replies, tone dripping with a questioning tone. “The one with the treehouse, that’s our tree.”

“No, I mean a Christmas tree,” Sarah clarifies, and she watches as her girlfriend rolls her cerulean eyes with a scoff.

They spend three days finding the perfect Christmas tree together.

It’s not very tall, not if they wanted it to fit in the treehouse, and it looks like it might be alive, even though both of them know it’s not. Sarah finds it kind of funny, that two seemingly living beings bought a seemingly living object, but she decides not to think about it too long or too hard. Thinking about how she’s dead now is guaranteed to ruin her mood.

They had bought some decorations, cheap fairy lights to stick up on the walls and some baubles from Walmart which the cashier had sworn were the cheapest they would find. Erica had offered to steal them, but Sarah wanted the experience of shopping together for Christmas rather than having to convince the police that her girlfriend hadn’t stolen anything.

She wanted at least one normal teenager experience, and preferably when she was still actually seventeen as well. Their bodies would stay seventeen forever, but that didn’t mean Sarah would always act like a seventeen year old, and she wanted to enjoy one thing before graduation. Or the day she would have graduated. Education was complicated once you became immortal.

A lot of things were, and if you were to ask Erica she would tell you one of them was putting up fairy lights.

-~=~-

They are sat across from each other in the cramped tree house yet again, this time both holding gifts in their hands. Erica can’t help the false beating in her chest, and she tries to ignore it as she scowls up at the twinkling lights instead. She is wearing a longer skirt and a blouse, not something she would be caught wearing for any other occasion but she decided to make an exception for Sarah.

Speaking of, the brunette wears a knee-length dress adorned with a thick cardigan, her dark hair fashioned into waves that frame her bronze skin perfectly. Erica notices the sharp eyeliner and the touches of soft blush, and she can feel the warmth swell in her abdomen and her chest as she admires her girlfriend.

“Are you ready?” Sarah asks, and the blonde has to blink to remind herself that a treehouse is not the place to imagine being intimate. She looks up into the other girl’s eyes, soft ebony swelling with excitement, and she nods.

They exchange gifts, both beginning to unwrap them simultaneously. The red and white plaid rug beneath them is soft, and Erica nervously runs a hand along its surface before continuing to pull away the wrapping paper. She reveals a small necklace, a heart sitting in the centre, and her eyes widen.

She gently lifts it off of the paper, staring at the small heart-shaped compartment as she places the wrapping paper to the side. Opening the locket, she feels tears brim her eyes as she sees the picture of herself and Sarah, holding each other in a tight embrace as they share a delicate kiss beneath a mistletoe plant.

“I had Benny take the picture,” Comes Sarah’s voice, a loving tune to Erica’s ears, and the blonde looks up to face her girlfriend. She doesn’t have it in her to care that the wizard had watched them kiss for long enough to take a photo. Not right now.

“It’s wonderful,” She whispers, and she knows that the brunette hears it when a soft smile appears on her face. She clips the necklace around her neck, and it stands out against the white of her pristine blouse. Distantly, she hears the wrinkling of wrapping paper as Sarah continues opening her own present, but Erica is too busy thinking of the gift she had been given.

Quiet cooing interrupts her thoughts, and she looks back up from the locket to see her girlfriend smiling at a teddy bear. The blonde smiles too, seeing the joy on the other girl’s face being enough to make her happy, as she watches the moment Sarah finds the sewn on vampire fangs in the bear’s mouth.

“Name it whatever you like,” Erica states, and she watches a mischievous glint appear in her girlfriend’s eyes. She decides to be nice and not indulge in an impulsive decision she knows Sarah will regret. “But first, we go eat.”

The light leaves the brunette’s eyes, and her smile dims but does not disappear. “Fine dining awaits!” The blonde exaggerates, hoping that she hasn’t completely ruined the moment by deciding to be thoughtful about the future of the bear. The corners of Sarah’s mouth twitch upwards, and Erica decides to take it as a win.

As they begin getting up to leave the treehouse, they come face to face and without much thought, Erica shuts her eyes and leans forwards. Their lips meet again, this time in a kiss that deepens in love and desperation, but the magical feeling is the same. Sparks still fly around them, warmth still grows in the blonde’s chest, and she briefly imagines that it feels this good for her girlfriend, too.

When they finally break apart, both panting even though neither of them need to breathe, Erica hopes that every kiss they share will send shivers of electricity down her body and melt the ice growing inside of her.

She will need it if they plan on spending many more Christmasses out in the Canadian winter.

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