#human!steve

[itsgothgirlthyme]

chapter 3: breakfast for two

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a/n: heavy on the dialogue. reader gains confidence but has no faith in steve. and steve is trying not to prod too much (but also he wants answers…)

borrower!reader × steve harrington

You sat on a marble kitchen table with your legs splayed out in front of you. Soft clinks of cutlery and something sizzling made you more than alarmed. Yet the food being cooked up was mouth watering, considering you hadn’t eaten in days. You watched the human hum to himself with his back turned to you. It had taken quite some convincing for him to carry you here with your permission. His round brown eyes pleaded and he muttered promises you couldn’t keep count of. Stubbornly you’d gotten off that damn pillow, and fell into soft sheets. Luckily you were fine, other than for your bruised ego. It was then, you crossed your arms, huffed, and agreed to be carried by Steve. 

You no longer shook like a leaf under the presence of him, and kept eye contact as long as possible. He smiled first in the morning as you demanded his attention. A rush of heat rose to your ears but you kept eye contact. 

“And breakfast is served,” he said as he slid his plate on the counter beside you. You eyed the plate the size of his palm, quite big for you though. There was steaming, steaming, fresh food awaiting you. You raised a brow and looked up at him. He had a towel swung over his shoulder, and his hands were on his hips. He nodded towards the plate and you got up quietly to the plate. Sitting with one knee pulled to your chest, and your broken one in front of you. 

“I know it’s kinda big, the plate,” he cringed, “but it’s the smallest thing I could find,” he said as he dragged a chair next to the island. “It's one of my mom’s china teacup plates,” he added and he ate from his own plate. 

You were silent as you ate, but internally you were celebrating. The food was delicious, the best meal you’d ever had. You devoured the big chunks in peace, despite how ravenous you were for them. 

“Hello?” Steve said your name and you looked up at him. “Hungry huh?” he asked with a laugh. “Makes sense actually,” his brows furrowed and he pursed his lips together. 

Dustin, and even the time before that. You’d never had a warm meal, and a beautiful plate to eat it from. 

“Since you liked that so much, I’ll try to cook more actually,” he said as he got up from his chair, “would be good for me anyways,” he mumbled. 

You wiped your hands as he picked up your plate. He put the dishes in the sink and turned back to you. His lips formed a thin line as he put his hands on his hips. He looked down at you expectantly. 

“What?” you asked. 

“… what else am I supposed to ask?” he paused, “what are you?” he asked.

Your eyes went back to your makeshift casket around your leg. You chewed on the bottom of your lip, feeling his eyes on the back of your head. 

“Borrower?” you muttered.

“Sorry, what?” he asked.

“A borrower,” you looked up at him.

“A what?” he squinted his eyes at you. 

“A borrower, people who borrow secretly in order to survive,” the words just rushed out of your mouth. You clasped your hands over your mouth, oh yes, tell the giant of your own people who want to be kept secret. Not that you had even seen anyone like you for years, the memory of your parents was faded at this point. You’d been alone for, god knows how long. 

“Oh good,” he let out a breath, “that’s good,” he ran his hand through his hair. 

“Wh-what would be bad about it?” you squinted at him.

“It’s complicated,” he dismissed with his hand. 

“Okay…”

You both were in the kitchen, not moving, and the only thing you could hear was a clock ticking. You filled your cheeks with air and blew it out. 

“So,” you clicked your tongue, “what are you gonna do with me?” you asked.

“Do with you?” his brows furrowed. 

“Yeah, I mean… eat me, torture me. Whatever humans do,” you said. 

“Woah woah what?” he scoffed, he shot his hands up in the air, palms facing you. “I’m I’m not going to eat you.” He cocked his head slightly to the side, his big brown eyes wide with a small frown on his face.

“Torture? Or–” you were cut off.

“Stop, stop,” he shook his head, and his hands were on each side of you. You felt the ground under your rumble. Your eyes flicked to the proximity of his thumb to you. “I’m not going to hurt you. Remember, I promised?” he lowered his head, the sound making you meet his face. You noted the moles on his face, his warm skin, and those big dough eyes. 

Your heart didn’t hammer, your hands didn’t tremble, and you didn’t want to flee. 

“I guess,” you looked down at the smoothed marble. 

“Okay good,” his voice still soft. 

When he backed away from you let out a breath of air you’d been holding in. He went back to eating. His eyes flicked to you between each bite. You pretended not to notice as you ate quietly. 

“Where were you living before Dusting found you by the way?” he asked.

“Uh,” for some reason you took a second to answer, “Dustin’s home. In his walls.”

“What?!” Steve asked wide eyed. 

[theladycarpathia]

“I don’t really think this is magic,” Steve gasps weakly. 

Billy licks his lips, a slow drag over his plush cupid’s bow. His chin is red from kissing, lips slick with saliva. Billy has such a pretty mouth that it should be illegal. Steve’s been fixated on it - the curve of it, the pink from the cold, that full bottom lip. Kissing that mouth has been heaven. Watching Billy do sinful things with it has stolen Steve’s soul right from his body.

“How would you know?” he asks, reminding Steve that before Billy arrived in Hawkins only four months ago that Steve had no idea of magic, or spells, or witches. Billy was born a witch on his mother’s side, enough magic running in his veins to cast curses, summon rain or have flowers grow right up out of the ground. Steve never would have had any idea of it, would have kept on living his mundane life, had he not seen Billy that night at the Halloween party. Shortly after that, he and Nancy had imploded. A relationship doesn’t work when both parties want other people.

It had taken weeks. Billy wasn’t quick to trust - not as a gay witch in a small conservative town - and especially with a father that despises everything that you are. To everyone else Billy dates around, a different girl after every basketball game. He’s the jock, the asshole, just the same popular guy you get in every high school.

But in the quiet of Steve’s bedroom, when they lie together on Steve’s bed and Billy casts glittering lights that dance on the ceiling, Steve can see who Billy really is. Something wild and magical, someone beautiful who wants to grow vines around his fingers and makes it snow in Steve’s bathroom while they lounge in a steaming tub. 

“I just don’t…you’ve never cast magic like this before!” Steve sputters. Because Billy is hovering over his bare crotch, wearing that smile and looking like sin. Even with Steve’s limited knowledge of magic, this feels more like foreplay.

“I've never needed to cast magic like this before,” Billy corrects, tracing a single finger over the delicate skin by Steve’s hip bones. The soft pad of a finger, followed by the sharpness of a long fingernail, weaving patterns into Steve’s skin makes his cock twitch. 

“Right,” Steve pants, feeling vulnerable and desperate and drowning in love all at once. He’s completely naked on his bed, while Billy hovers over his dick, closely enough that he can feel Billy’s warm breath on his skin. They’ve never done this before, not like this. The few short weeks that they’ve been officially dating have been entirely brief, frantic hand-jobs underneath their clothes, making out that has ended with them coming in their jeans. Steve’s never stripped off for Billy before and the process has left him feeling exposed and more turned on than he’d ever admit.

But he trusts Billy. He adores Billy. And he wants more than anything to have Billy know that, truly know that so he never doubts it. He needs Billy to know. 

Billy’s mom left years ago, leaving her small son with an abusive father and growing powers, all of his magic inherited from her. There’s no magic in Neil Hargrove but plenty in his son. That combined with her bright blue eyes, her golden curls, is enough to ensure that Neil hates just about everything Billy is.

“And this will make a bond between us, right?” Steve asks, because he’s still fuzzy on the details. He doesn’t really get how magic works, even when Billy tries to explain it to him. And tries, because magic is mostly instinct to Billy and the process doesn’t really translate into words. Billy had turned up this evening, with another dark bruise on his cheek, eyes glittering with fury and tears, and had crumpled into Steve’s arms the minute he’d crossed the doorway. Fuck knows what Neil had done it for, Billy hadn’t wanted to talk about it. But Steve had said anything and everything to the man curled up in his arms, just wanting Billy to know that he was loved.

It had worked, somehow. Billy wanted to do a spell, something that bound them together.

And now they are here.

“Right,” Billy agrees, and licks a stripe down Steve’s belly. The sound that Steve makes is something feral, a high wail that is pulled from his lungs. He wants Billy so badly that he’s red and leaking, and the mere idea of Billy’s delicious mouth on him has him half ready to come. 

“It’s something witches used to use for their familiars,” Billy continues, as though Steve isn’t spread out and dripping obscenely right in front of him. “So they always knew where they were and what they were feeling.”

“You’ll always know what I’m feeling?” Steve asks, trying to wrap his mind around it. It half terrifies him, sure that Billy won’t want anything in his heart.

“Not always,” Billy amends. “Just the really strong ones. Like pain or joy or anger. That shit, you know? And you’ll always be able to find me.” This last part is said quietly, hesitantly, like he’s not sure that’s something Steve even wants. Steve reaches down to wind his fingers with Billy’s.

“And bodily fluids are required?” Steve asks, because this is the part he’s skeptical of. But Billy gives him a wicked flash of teeth.

“Hey, sex magic is powerful shit, you know, Harrington,” he purrs, eyes turning dark. “That’s why we haven’t fucked yet, as much as I want to.”

“Oh?” Steve asks, heat climbing up his body. He’s clinging to Billy’s fingers like an anchor.

“That’s important, powerful magic. Not to be fucked around with,” Billy explains, rubbing his thumb over Steve’s. “Do something like that without thinking it through and you’ll lose control of it. Magic runs on emotion - gotta have the right fuel behind it - so I have to be prepared for the first time we do it or I’ll blow out every street light in the neighborhood or turn you into a frog or something.”

“That would be the weirdest fucking fairy-tale I’ve ever heard,” Steve quips and Billy snorts.

“I’m definitely not fucking you to turn you back,” he says bluntly. “So we’re doing this first, so I can get a taste of you. Get used to how you feel…how you make me feel.” Steve flushes and then remembers something. He props himself up on his elbows to look at Billy in the faint moonlight. 

“But you’ve had sex before,” Steve says, hoping he’s not about to completely kill the mood. Bringing up other guys this close to a blowjob and sex magic is a risky idea. “You slept with Tripp Heskin at the camp out by the lake.” And Steve’s gut had been squirming with jealousy, staring into the bright fire and knowing that at that moment Billy was being licked open, spread out on someone else’s fingers, moaning on fucking Tripp’s dick. Tripp’s an asshole.

“Yeah but that’s not the same,” Billy says hurriedly, brow furrowed with anxiety. “Fucking like that doesn’t matter. It only counts when I…with the person I…” He stops, the words going unsaid, but it doesn’t matter. Steve stares at Billy’s red face, trying to let it sink in. Billy loves him. 

“Oh,” Steve says, overwhelmed, and tugs Billy up so that they can kiss. Billy digs his fingers into Steve’s hips for balance, licking into Steve’s mouth like he’s starving. His belly rubs against Steve’s dick, the soft cotton of his t-shirt setting Steve’s skin on fire. Steve whimpers into Billy’s mouth, almost crying with the stimulation. Billy bites down on his bottom lip and shushes him, gently stroking Steve’s hips with his fingers.

“Not yet, not yet,” Billy whispers gently, peppering kisses against Steve’s jaw. “Save it all for me, yeah?” Steve nods weakly, tears gathering against his lashes. He chokes down another breath as Billy slides back down his body, clearly deciding that it’s time. Whatever conditions he’d been waiting for have been met.

When Billy licks up Steve’s dick, a long, slow drag up Steve’s overheated skin, he stops to wind his tongue around the tip, gathering the taste of Steve on his tongue. He sits back, face rapturous like Steve’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, savoring every salty drop. 

“Fuck,” Steve gasps. He’s not going to last, not when Billy makes faces like that from sucking on his dick. 

“Here we go, baby,” Billy whispers and lowers his head.

[leisurelypanda]

Thundershield Concept

Credit to @cinderellasfella, who came up with this idea. 

Post Thor Ragnarok, but where most of Asgard is saved and Thanos doesn’t exist to kill everyone. 

Thor establishes New Asgard on Earth. It’s as much a business as it is a country. New Asgard does require funding, after all, and no one wants to live on the charity of Midgard. Thor manages to establish a successful business on the planet that thrives internationally. As King, New Asgard insists that he have the housing to reflect his status on the world stage. 

Thor, being the generous god that he is, allows his staff to access the large pool on the estate if they’re hot and need to cool down after their shifts. There’s one particular staff member who attracts Thor’s attention. 

Steve Rogers is hired as a gardener fairly early on. He’s a bit of a different sort of employee for one reason: he often works naked due to the heat of the sun and his outdoor work. Thor’s large estate keeps him busy, and Thor often likes to admire Steve’s form. The thought of having him put on clothes never even crosses his mind. Why would he want to hide such a man from the world? 

But there’s one more reason why he doesn’t do this. Steve always takes a dip in the pool after his shifts. He swims lengths with deliberate slowness. When he’s done, he lays out on his back to just float on the water. Thor always sees him and Steve often runs his hands up and down his sculpted body in an attempt to lure Thor to him. 

One day, it works. It doesn’t take long. The third time Thor caught him doing this, he knew that this gardener was surely doing this on purpose. Thor was never one to deny himself something he wants, though, so he goes down to the pool and strips out of his Midgardian suit. As soon as Steve sees Thor’s long, impressive member, his hole is clenching and his mouth dries. The end of Steve’s day turns into a long night for him as Thor fucks him on every surface he can find in his luxurious estate. It doesn’t matter if it’s inside or out, and Thor doesn’t care who sees. 

Thus begins a new facet of New Asgard: Thor’s personal nudist community, completely devoted to worshiping him as the god of fertility, not just thunder, as the rest of the world knows him.  The Asgardians don’t join, since they don’t need to worship each other as the gods they are. Midgardians, though, join the community in droves. At first, Thor invites certain like minded friends to join in his revels with Steve. It soon grows into a cult. People from all over the world travel to have a taste of Thor’s cock. 

Everyone at the estate goes naked, including Thor. Steve is his main sexual/romantic partner, but their relationship is open due to the nature of the community they lead. He often has business meetings that he attends shirtless while Steve sucks him and edges him beneath the desk. He’s managed to get a few delivery men to join by showing up naked to receive packages containing instruments to include in the community’s revels. 

Someone is always having sex at the estate. The community is encouraged to love each other as much as they love Thor. The only exception is Steve, with whom Thor shows a particular possessiveness by fucking him in front of everyone on a regular basis, leaving him covered in markings. Steve is the only one to sit near Thor’s throne, a collar around his neck and a ring around his cock, ready to receive Thor whenever called upon. 

There’s one unexpected side effect of Thor’s sex cult being so devoted to him. Thor’s nature as a god of fertility is much less well known on Midgard, so it comes as a surprise to all, including Thor himself, when Steve suddenly discovers that he’s pregnant. The seed that Thor filled Steve’s ass with caused a womb to grow within him. The same turns out to be true for all the men in Thor’s cult. 

These men become known as the Broodmares of New Asgard and Steve is their queen. Steve does, eventually become the first queen of New Asgard and the official caretaker of the tree of the golden apples. He becomes known as a modern sort of god. Once there was the goddess, Idunn, goddess of youth. Steve is the new god of youth, and inherits the care of her golden apples that grant long life. The garden he plants surrounding this tree is called New Eden by many. 

Their children, it turns out, are fully Asgardian due to Asgardian genes being dominant and Midgardian genes being recessive. It shakes up the scientific community on earth. Not that Thor pays much attention to any of that. He’s perfectly content with his personal harem at his beck and call. But he always has a certain fondness for his godly husband who started it all as a humble, but incredibly beautiful gardener. 

[when-are-you-coming-back-steve]

Why am I doing this? I blame Ash /j

Not edited because this thing doesn't deserve anymore effort

Thomas x Steve the Pimple | Childhood friends to lovers au | Modern AU

Thomas met Steve when he was young. They were both young, childhood innocence flowing out of both of them. They quickly became friends, when they hung out it was hard to separate them. Steve always dazzled him, his fiery red hair and his soft brown eyes, his stubbornness. They were one of the most stubborn people Thomas had ever met, you could rarely get him to give something up once he put his mind to it. And if you do convince him to tends to come back to it at one point. It was both the most annoying part of them and the reason they were still friends.

Both Thomas' and Steve's families moved many times throughout their lives. Steve moved more than Thomas ever did but Thomas did his fair share of it. No matter where they both went and did nothing stopped them from being friends.

It had been a year since he's seen his best friend. Today they were supposed to meet so they could find an apartment in Florida. They could never shake eachother so the two decided to move in together to split the rent and continue being the constant in eachothers lives.

Thomas was waiting in the airport, rocking on his heels for Steve to get off the plane. People walked off with suitcases some alone and some to friends and family. Thomas leaned on his tip toes to hopefully spot the patch of red hair. The sea of heads didn't show Steve until he looked towards the side and saw a young man and oh. Steve's hair was still as red as always with brown eyes and his soft cheekbones.

Steve spotted him as well, smiling and waving. No longer frozen in his spot Thomas ran towards his friend ignoring the the thoughts in his mind Their smile was so cute though. The two meet and hugged.

"Thomas! I missed you man. How are you?"

"I'm great, super excited. How are you? You look different." Thomas pulled away.

Steve laughed, "Yeah, a year brought some growing for both of us. Look at you! You're looking great."

Thomas blushed and laughed. They began talking about everything and nothing as they left the airport ready to begin this new journey.

They got a nice apartment. Two rooms, one bath. A nice kitchen and a nice living room. It was great. Currently they were sitting on the couch watching Steven Universe. Well more like cuddling, Steve was very much someone that liked touch. Steve turned towards Thomas a little, "Hey Thomas?"

Thomas hummed in question.

"I think I might be bi. Or maybe pan, I don't know."

It wasn't a big deal. They had both come out to eachother before. For some reason something turned in his chest when Thomas heard this though. He tried to ignore it and just smiled and replied, "That's great! I'm happy for you."

Steve pulled out his stupidly sweet smile that melted Thomas everytime, "Thanks, love you man."

"I love you too."

Thomas found himself staring at his friend a few times at home. He's been looking at Steve his whole life, he doesn't know why he's taking extra time to look now. Steve was baking something in the oven while Thomas sat at the table. They had some water boiling on the stove, despite living in Florida Steve had been complaining it was too dry. Steve always like humidity, drawn to the warm vapor. A been went off and Steve pulled out oven mitts and threw a towel over his shoulder before leaning down to grab the baked goods and Oh.

Oh.

Oh no. Thomas fought the blush on his face as he realized what it was. Steve threw a smile back and Thomas melted and oh god Thomas is smitten isn't he. Of course Thomas had to go and fall in love with his childhood friend now roommate. Lord help him.

Steve was laying on Thomas, the latter tracing triangles with the formers freckles. Thry had been there for a good while, just vibing in silence. It has been a few months since Thomas came to his realization. It was terrifying. He didn't want anything to hurt what he had now but he didn't know if he could hold it in anymore. He must has been getting tense because Steve perked up, "You good Thomathy?"

Thomas hesitated. He was scared but should he be? It was Steve. He couldn't get rid of him after 30 years, would he break at a crush? Steve began to frown at his hesitation, "Hey, you know you could tell me anything right?"

Thomas tried to throw a small smile, "Yeah, yeah I know. I...actually there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about."

"Go on ahead man."

Thomas fidgeted trying to decide how to say this, "Listen I... I figured something out a little while ago and I'm kinda scared to tell you but I don't know if I can keep a secret from you anymore."

"Yeah?" Steve's brows were knit in concern.

"Well it's just.. well I like you. Like as more than a friend. In romantic way. And its totally fine if you don't feel the same way or even feel uncomfortable. Its fine if you wanna forget this conversation even happened-"

Steve noticed his rambling and took his hand, "Thomas you idiot. Its okay. Its fine. I mean its more than fine. I.." He looked down at their hands intertwined, "I didn't know you felt the same way."

Thomas' stomach did a backflip, "The same?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I've been in love with you for a while now. I didn't want to scare you and possibly loose you. God if I had known I would have asked you out in a heartbeat."

Thomas brought a water smile, "You're welcome to do it now."

Steve huffed a laugh, "Yeah, yeah. Thomas..Thomas would you make the the happiest man and be my boyfriend?"

"Yeah, yes. I would love that. I love it. I love you."

"I love you too."

[queendophne]

It was no secret that the Captain of the U.S.S Avenger loved his head engineer. Though it was not often that they had moments they could steal together aboard their ship since both took their roles and positions very seriously.

But these small moments when Steve could pull Tony closer, brush his hand against Tony’s to make the small Vulcan gasp as he also leaned down to get a human kiss of his own made it all worth while.

He would give anything in the world to keep Tony by his side. Even if it meant leaving all this behind. But he knew that it was not something either of them wanted to do. For they both loved space almost as much as they loved each other.

So until they could no longer act their upon their duties on the U.S.S Avenger, Captain Steven Rogers and his head Engineer Anthony Stark shall voyage into the great beyond. For space is the final frontier. Filled with places no one had ever gone to before.

This is my gift to @starkrogerrs! Hope you enjoy a little art take of these boys in a Star Trek AU stealing a nice (and messy :P) Vulcan kiss. 

[itsgothgirlthyme]

tiny!reader x human!steve x human!eddie

3inch tiny!reader

this is a draft that i randomly kind of finished, so i’ll just post. if you seriously have any requests let me know, i’d love to write away :)

word count: 1,037

i do wanna write something better btw with these three :,)

info:

You’re a borrower and overtime have been revealed to the party. You meet Eddie for the first time after Dustin practically forces you and leaves the trailer without explanation.

It’s just really awkward now.

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Inside of the trailer which Dustin has deserted you in is a giant (human) and you. You’re standing on the coffee table in complete awkward silence.

“So… have you always been like this?” Eddie asked.

You looked up at the curly haired man with curious eyes. He rested his elbows on his knees. He fiddled with the rings on his hands when you tried holding eye contact he looked away. His dough eyes made it to the objects around. Though he didn’t look at you.

“Yep,” You responded.

He nodded his head. You were surprised at how non eager he was to look at you, ask rapid fire questions like Dustin, or even touch you. You didn’t let your guard down though. Your eyes were on him and even if your few friends trusted him it didn’t hurt to be cautious.

The crack of bone made you flinch and take a step back. Eddie shifted his knuckles and continued to crack them. Until he noticed your small figure moving back out of the corner of his eye.

“Sorry,” He apologized immediately and dropped his hands to his sides.

Your back was straight as a ruler and the fight or flight was kicking in. You’d drifted to the edge of the table farthest away from Eddie. His size would make it easy to nab you but reaching over would spare you a couple seconds. To escape, if needed but you remembered Dustin’s promise.

He promised you Eddie wouldn’t hurt you that he was actually a really nice guy. That apparently “high school” gave him a bad reputation, which still confused you because you didn’t know what that meant. Dustin also promised he would be back soon but he seemed to be running late, and that put you on edge.

You did not want to be stuck with a stranger longer than you had to.

“I’m not going to hurt you and I’m sorry for being… awkward,” Eddie’s booming voice hit your ears. “I’m just not usually used to meeting a couple inch tall people I guess, but you’re cool though…” His words drifted when you stared at him blankly.

You were one step away from stepping off the ledge and using your lovely hook to hop off the table. Though he seemed genuine, dangerous, but genuine. Eddie pressed his back against the couch and looked away from you shyly.

“It’s three inches tall actually,” You said with a grin.

Eddie's dark eyes flicked to you with surprise.

“Dustin insisted on measuring me,” You shrugged. “I actually didn’t know giants had so many forms of measurements,” You said.

You scratched the back of your neck and laughed at yourself. The memories of Dustin explaining different “metric” systems to you exploded your brain. It was another reminder this world wasn’t made for you, it was just too damn big.

“How much do you know about… giant stuff?” He asked.

He seemed amused now and less scared of you running off.

“I mean, I’ve recently learned how your electronics work,” You said with air quotes around “electronics”.

The word didn’t roll off your tongue that well but you tried anyhow. You were quite eager to learn the functions of a toaster or television up close. Dustin was happy to teach you of course as well, but the moment Steve discovered you he disapproved of your excitement for “dangerous” things.

You continued to ramble about anything that came to mind. Eddie would comment or nod his head for you to go on. Eventually it turned to you describing the world from your eyes. You didn’t touch on your life in the walls but you continued.

Eddie shifted in his seat and now loomed over you. You actually had to catch your breath from how much you spoke. You hadn’t had someone to listen to you for so long, engaged and encouraging. The shadow over your gave you chills and Eddie’s eyes looked black from the lack of sun. Though his eyes twinkled with a kindness and softness you weren’t expecting.

You stood up looking up at him. Neck craned up to meet his face. His knuckle rested under his chin with eyes down on you. Your heartbeat rose and your face felt hot all of a sudden.

Though the gazes were lost when there was banging outside of the van. You immediately jumped and looked around for the best exit. Habits die hard you supposed.

Eddie watched you frantically look for a safe spot to hide. He frowned at your panicked state and got up. You did find a spot behind a tissue just in case.

When Eddie opened the door he was baffled to say the least. You heard your name be called out by none other than Steve. A breath of relief escaped your lips.

He was loud and upset as he shoved passed Eddie. The brunette continued to call your name while Eddie tried to calm him down. Assure him that you were okay, but that didn’t do it for Steve.

It wasn’t until he saw you on the scratched up wooden table that he dropped to his knees. His face being the only thing in your vision. Immediately bombarded with questions if you were okay, and after minutes assuring you were okay he seemed at ease.

Steve then put his hand behind your and scooped you up. Warmth enveloped your body as your stomach flipped. His thumb gently pressed on the left side of your face.

“Oh my god, Steve,” You huffed.

He was still making sure you were okay. You couldn’t help but smile at him being careful. Him cradling you in his hand had become routine. Of course he usually asked but when he was in a panic he couldn’t help it.

“Ouch, I’m not crazy Harrington,” Eddie said from behind him.

You looked behind Steve’s shoulder to see Eddie fiddling with his rings again. Steve turned around and his shoulders dropped.

“Sorry, just wish Dustin told me what he was planning. The kid is doing whatever he wants these days,” He said in response.

“Oh trust me I know,” Eddie said and crossed his arms over his chest.

“It’s an attitude problem,” You chimed in.

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a/n

i didn’t know how to end this so oh well lmfao

psst— here is more

[a-little-unsteddie]

🪐 please :)

hello! of course! if you notice any inconsistencies between this and previous asks for this fic it is because i’m trying to work things out and i keep writing and rewriting stuff. wjdbhsbf

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The Hellfire during the night cycle was always creepy. It came with the territory when you were coasting through space, between trading planets and unknown stars. The lights were dimmed, which wasn’t that much of a problem to Eddie, he was able to see in the dark fairly well. The air circulation system kicked on periodically, which sounded like metal creaking. It all contributed to the unsettled feeling that fell over the ship during the night cycle, which Eddie would usually be awake for at least part of it, as he was technically nocturnal.

This was all to say, Eddie was used to being a little uncomfortable when he was awake, alone, while everyone else slept the night cycle away.

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[a-little-unsteddie]

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plz any off world sci-fi would heal me and this fandom

!! eep! i’m genuinely obsessed w this idea of mine. be warned tho that some of this is subject to change, as i’m trying to feel out the idea more :b also i agree that space sci-fi would heal this fandom.

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Steve took off at a sprint, shouting wordlessly as he grabbed at the alien that had entered his cell, and was surprised by how easy it was to throw to the ground and injure. He didn’t hesitate for a moment before he bolted out the door that had materialized out of the paneling.

There were aliens waiting for him, but he didn’t hesitate as he grasped whatever he could that was in reach as a weapon. He grabbed something from one of them that looked like a cross between a bat and a police baton and began swinging it around. He grunted as he took a swing at one of the aliens and then kept moving. He ran down the hall and took turns at random, slamming into whoever he came across as an alarm started sounding.

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