Okay. So we all know that Thanksgiving is incredibly toxic and terrible and why, right? Fantastic.
In case y’all need a reminder. Here. Someone summed it up on Quora.
The party and the older teens are gathered to celebrate surviving and being together. You can decide where the adults are, because that’s not my business.
This is just a little idea that I could not get to leave my head and I’m making it your problem.
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Cw: mentions of food, Steve’s hair being played with makes him feel floaty, Steve compares himself to a mutt and it does something for him that he can’t act on
Steve looked around his living room and realized very quickly that all of the good seats were taken. Instead of asking anyone to move, which he could have, he crossed the room and sat on the floor.
He was leaning against the couch, near Eddie’s hand with his eyes trained on the game that someone had put on because of “Thanksgiving Tradition.” It wasn’t him, but he didn’t really care to figure out who.
He had just finished the gravy, the last thing that was needed for the holiday meal, and decided that he wanted a few minutes to be mindless like everyone else before they ate.
Slowly, his head fell back against the arm of the couch and his eyes fluttered briefly. He noticed that the score was 3 to 7, but he didn’t really care much beyond that because neither team was his.
Almost instantly, a hand found its way into his hair and his eyes rolled back as Eddie played in it. He couldn’t focus on anything that anyone was saying anymore because long, slender fingers were curling in and gripping his hair so gently. The slightest tug had his neck arching slightly in an effort to get closer to the attention that he hadn’t fully realized that he was craving.
A slight tingly sensation had started where the follicles were tugged and slowly cascaded down his entire body. It left him feeling a little floaty if he were being entirely honest.
His eyes flicked up toward Eddie who wasn’t even looking at him. The other man was driving him crazy absentmindedly, the same way one would pet a dog while distracted by whatever else they were doing.
God, why did the thought of being Eddie’s mutt do something for him?
Steve looked away quickly, but didn’t say or do anything that would ruin the absolute heaven that was Eddie playing in his hair.
Just a few more minutes of this, he thought to himself. Just a few more minutes, and then he’d tell everyone that food was ready and that they should go dig in.
Oh Monster Mine - A stalker Eros and Psyche parallel steddie fic.
"I mean- I assume you're the freak for stalking me.. Then I just let you into my house? I.. I blindfold myself? Who does that? Why did I do that?" He closed and opened his fists a few times, wondering if he was alone, he couldn't hear anything. For a moment he wondered if he was just imagining it all. If in those dark moments of solitude he blindfolded himself and hallucinated someone who actually gave a fuck about him. He almost cried, he was really close to it.
Somehow he felt hands behind him, like the beast had circled him a few times before finally hugging him from behind. Hands grabbed his wrist snug and then hugged him, making him hug himself in the process. He trembled again, he'd have to be pretty far gone to imagine that. There was a warmth by his ear, the unmistakable sound of breathing. Hair tickled the back of his neck as the arms around him tightened until they were almost uncomfortable. The breathing got closer until it was right against his ear, pressed so close it felt like it was a part of him.
"Because you need me as much as I need you…" The dark being whispered into the shell of his ear.
So Steve very likes idea that Danny will be fight.😉
He can't wait when Danny takes his shirt off - (BTW I don't blame him)
S:*Checking - still not, a little faster - please*
Finally Danny takes shirt off - *hmm.. really nice the way he does it - I like it*
Steve takes Danny's shirt immediately - to be sure that Danny will not put it -at least for now 😏
