making love monday is so cute! They are holding hands and giggling and smiling and balls deep and Eddie keeps saying “I lov-“ and Buck has to cut him off with a kiss because he’s so close and he knows he’s gonna cum the second Eddie says those three little words to him :D
WAAAAAAH and eddie knows what he's doing so it turns into a game where every time buck stops kissing him eddie tries to say it really fast before buck can start kissing him again!!!!!! and buck keeps getting him and they're laughing into each other's mouths and then eddie concedes victory and starts kissing down his neck to bury his face there <3 and buck turns his head just enough to press his lips to eddie's ear and whispers "i love you" and eddie laugh/cries
please enjoy some domestic fluff w the barest sprinkling of angst (like a tiny smidgen, barely a paragraph)
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The apartment was quiet when Steve got in, back from lunch with Robin down at the cafe by her university.
It wasn't the kind of quiet Steve was used to, the kind that lurked in empty hallways. A dreadful, empty sort of quiet that sunk into your bones like water in the lungs of someone drowning.
This was a new sort of quiet: radio playing on the kitchen windowsill, the window by the couch left open with Eddie's ashtray tucked next to the cord for the blinds. Music and voices and engines from the street wafted in on the breeze, immediately dampened when Steve reached up and pulled the window back down with a thud.
It was a lived in sort of quiet. An Eddie's-either-not-home-or-he's-asleep-somewhere quiet.
Considering the window had been left open, Steve was betting on the asleep somewhere option.
Trying to stay quiet, Steve headed down the short hallway and pushed open their bedroom door. The blinds were open, and the bed was half made, the pillows left piled to one side with their cases folded on top like Eddie'd gotten distracted halfway through.
Steve snorted, fond, and stepped back into the hallway.
Their apartment wasn't big- two small bedrooms, a bathroom and a kitchen/living room combination with enough space for a dining table in between - so it wouldn't be hard to track his boyfriend down.
And it wasn't, Steve found him in the second-bedroom-turned-"office", stretched out in a sunbeam, like one of the stray cats he insisted on feeding.
He had one arm sorta stretched above his head, the other resting on his tummy as he snored into his armpit, guitar and notebook discarded to the side. The vacuum was in there too, and Steve had to step over it to get inside the room.
Apparently, Eddie had made a valiant attempt at cleaning while he'd been gone.
The thing is, when Eddie cleaned, he had to make a whole thing of it- turn it into one of his roleplaying games, with outfits and silly voices, or else he'd never actually get it done.
His usual version of a cleaning costume was to just keep his hair out of his face with a headband made out of a bandanna, folded into the cliched little triangle and all, and a long sleeved shirt so he could dramatically roll up his sleeves.
Today, he'd gone as far as to put on an old apron he'd accidentally stolen from a past job working at a deli. The duster he'd shoved in the front pocket was dangerously close to slipping out, only kept in place by the angle of Eddie's hip.
The thing is- Eddie was, like, a really deep sleeper. And he didn't tend to move much. And he was sort of just lying there, bandanna wrapped around the top of his head, hair splayed out under him, head tilted just enough to show off the long-healed scars in his cheek. And Steve was, much to his own dismay, a worrier.
And it had been a good 3 years since the spring of '86, and he could literally see Eddie's stomach rising and falling with each breath but-
But.
Feeling ridiculous, but knowing he'd just get more and more anxious until it became an actual problem, Steve sighed and carefully lowered himself into a crouch. He reached out, intending to shake Eddie awake, just to make sure he would, but paused as his fingers brushed fabric.
If he'd fallen asleep in the middle of the day, on the floor no less, then he probably needed it.
So, sticking his tongue out in a habit he'd definitely gotten from the man sleeping on the floor right now, Steve carefully moved the duster and the arm laying over Eddie's tummy and threw a leg over his hips.
He knee-walked backwards until he was hovering over his thighs instead, and then carefully laid down on top of him, turning his head so his ear was pressed against Eddie's sternum.
It took a second to settle, for the sound of shifting fabric to stop and then-
thu-thump. thu-thump. thu-thump.
He laid there for a little longer, just listening, just checking, until sun-warmed arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders. Steve didn't know if Eddie was fully awake, but he didn't say anything about waking up to Steve on top of him.
Instead he let out a long, pleased sigh. Dug his fingers into Steve's hair and gently scratched his scalp, movements slow and sleepy.
In a few minutes, Steve would sit up and ask Eddie what he was doing napping on the floor and Eddie will explain that he'd been cleaning, and then he'd gotten an idea for a song and he didn't want to forget it.
Then they'd get up, Steve hauling his boyfriend off the floor with dramatic grunts and groans like men twice their age, and finish cleaning the apartment together.
But for now, Steve just settled in a little more comfortably, listening to Eddie's heart beat.
Can i get 1, 8 and 19 for the end of year asks please!
Thank you MJ mwah! 🫶🫶
Song of the year?
I did answer it here but I'll also shout out my favourites of the songs my choir performed this year:
a) Sügismaastikud part VII: Kanarbik (Tormis)
b) Stars (Ešenvalds) (I wish I could share our recording of this but alas!)
c) Pyhä yö (Sidoroff) which we sang at our Christmas concerts this year. And! That you can watch here if the spirit so moves you!
8. Game of the year?
Snufkin: Melody of Moominvalley for a game that was actually published this year, and Gris for an older game I loved and proceeded to 100%!
19. What’re you excited about for next year?
My choir turns 80! The concert will be epic and the party afterwards even more so!
He's not always the most lucid, is the thing. It's at his own declaration, too, an apology thrown out here and there when he's slurring under the weight of medicine in tubes he can't recognize or an exhaustion that clouds his memory. The moments of life he's afforded take him no further than the four walls of his room - plain, no identifying tags or logos or color schemes that extend to the adjoining exam room, the same plain look with a generic exam table and rotating array of generic, unlabeled medical equipment. Even the AED on the wall is nothing more than a grey and red blob.
Karen's taken the job of locating the place. Makes sense, with her personal circle of researchers spanning wide and professional connections reaching farther than Maddie can even imagine. Bobby mangles out a description of a waiting room, bare in all but the graying purple tiles expanding from the center of the floor to the walls and up the center of the ceiling, and Maddie's certain they'll be met with an unimpressed eyebrow. Instead, she's told to keep him talking while Karen nearly bounces in her seat and flips through a - honest to god - rolodex of institutes.
She asks, “are there any signs around the place?” directed at Maddie, who looks to Bobby for the answer. Bobby scoffs, his head moving in slow circles as if he's recovering from a cartoon anvil falling on his head, slurs out “‘s like sh'doesn't know ‘m ‘ere.” Maddie answers, “he said he doesn't recall.”
Id love some more vanessa calls back if you have any to share!
im genuinely so delighted that yall like this concept so much gjfjdhdfh
the fic is basically going to be a retelling of some of s7 where, instead of calling marisol at the end of s6, eddie gets a text from vanessa (who wants to fake date/ask eddie to be her beard) :3
here’s another snippet! eddie meeting vanessa, outside of a date for the first time:
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“You look—” the pause he finds himself taking is barely a fraction of a second, but there nonetheless, “you look good,”
Vanessa laughs at that, “You mean I look different?”
He puts his hands up in mock-surrender, “Hey, it isn't a bad thing! Just wasn’t expecting the difference of the daytime aesthetics,”
“Oh, so you’re telling me that your tia Josephina didn’t have opinions about what you wore to our date?” she teases from behind her mug.
It’s Eddie’s turn to laugh, because Pepa did, in fact, have a boatload of things to say about his outfit choices when she called him that night, “Fair point, fair point,”
If you’re still taking requests, can I ask for 8. sweater weather and either romantic steddie Or platonic stobin?
i wasn't expecting this thing to grow legs and run as far as it did. i'm sure i lost the original plot somewhere along the way. but i hope you like it! takes place after the events of spring break and is a companion piece to this.
also now on ao3
Robin will admit she's a bit of a clothes thief. 80% of her closet now consists of every article of clothing she'd ever stolen from Steve's wardrobe.
Though, stealing is a strong word, she thinks. They're more like hand-me-downs, or "a charitable donation to the less fortunate, Steve. I won't get mad if you write it off your taxes, pinky promise."
Most of the clothes Steve doesn't even realize are gone until Robin wears it to work or a movie night. Just gives her a once over, an appreciative nod, and a "looks nice, Rob. Better on you than me." Which.
Okay.
They're platonic soulmates. Best friends. Twin flames, even. Everybody knows this. They've both come out to the party and Steve is with Eddie exclusively now, so there's no romantic feelings between them whatsoever— excluding the brief moment of one sided attraction on Steve's end.
But.
Steve is still Steve.
He's still Steve Harrington.
His natural state is casual flirting even if he doesn't mean anything by it and Robin is 100% a hot blooded lesbian, but his easy compliments still manage to make her tummy flutter and her cheeks pink as she fights the smile trying to worm its way onto her face. The giggle (a fucking giggle) that bubbles from her throat is no help, either.
She chalks it up to never receiving a lot of compliments from people in her formative years.
Now that Steve's dating Eddie, though, their closets look like they've exploded together in a clash of brights and darks, leather and chains meeting polos and denim. Eddie would never spend his hard earned drug earnings on school spirit attire, but sometimes he'll be lounging around the trailer in some Hawkins High sports shirt. Steve wears Eddie's band shirts more often than not because of how comfy they are (he does this on purpose.)
So now when Robin raids Steve's closet, she gets Eddie's clothes too, which is what gets her into the current situation:
She doesn't even think about what she puts on that morning before rushing out the door so Steve will stop honking the fucking horn. It's 6:30am and she has elderly neighbors who need their beauty sleep, for Christ's sake.
(Mr. Cochran currently mowing his yard across the street doesn't share the same sentiments.)
She can tell something's wrong by the whispers that follow her down the hallway as she walks to her locker. She ignores it, though, chalks it up to another rumor about her and Steve making the rounds again.
It's not until lunch that the reason becomes apparent.
She sits beside Nancy at the Hellfire table. The boys aren't there yet so it gives them a chance to catch up and gossip a little, something Robin never thought she'd be interested in before becoming friends with Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler and learning that little miss reporter has stories on almost everyone of their classmates.
They're in the middle of Nancy telling her how Becky was caught in a janitor's closet making out with someone not her boyfriend, when—
"That my jacket, Buckley?"
Eddie's voice is suddenly right in her ear and he materializes out of nowhere, dragging a chair to the head of the table and turning it around to sit on it backwards. The guys follow suit and sit in their own chairs, flanking Eddie's left and right.
Robin frowns and lifts the collar like she's expecting to see Eddie's name stitched on the inside. "Uh, no? I think I'd notice if it were, Munson."
Eddie laughs as he pulls out his lunch that he won't admit Steve made for him. "I do think it is, little birdie."
Robin bristles a bit at the nickname. Eddie jerks his chin.
"Take a look at the back."
Robin glances around the table before hesitantly shrugging the jacket off. She balks at the very obvious image of the signature Hellfire Club devil, painted against a wall of white on the black denim.
"What the hell was this doing in Steve's closet?"
Eddie chokes on his sandwich.
Nancy's perfect eyebrows pull together. "Why were you looking through his closet?"
"Stealing his clothes, obviously."
"Why do you steal his clothes?" Gareth asks.
Robin throws her head back and groans. "I always take his clothes, haven't you noticed almost every shirt I wear is his? We're getting off topic, why did Steve put this in his closet?" She throws an accusing look at Eddie who shrugs.
"Why are you acting like my clothes being in my boyfriend's closet is some big conspiracy?" he shoots back.
Robin narrows her eyes. They stare each other down for a few seconds. She can hear that little whistle from all the western movies and she glares at Jeff to knock it off. Eventually, Robin concedes.
"Touché, Munson. Just don't be surprised when I start wearing your clothes, too. If it's in his closet it's fair game."
Eddie tilts his head in a bow. "As you wish, Lady Buckley."
She doesn't give the jacket back. Isn't sure if she wants to and Eddie doesn't mention even wanting it back. So she keeps it. Admires the little stitches on the front pocket and traces her fingers over the painted devil. There are pins she was somehow blind to, of bands she'd never heard of— except Metallica and Dio— and she curses her brain for being too curious for its own good.
A couple weeks pass and Robin casually mentions to Steve in passing that they should take a day trip down to Indy and hit up a few thrift shops and music stores. He doesn't question it, so they do, and she comes home with new tapes she wants to show Eddie and new clothes that she can call hers.
She doesn't give the jacket back. Instead it hangs on her closet door as she pulls on her own, decorated in various pins and patches she bought in the city and had her mom help her sew them on, over a black Blondie t-shirt.
She's even taken a chance with eyeliner and darker eye shadow that compliments her nails. Wears the chain necklaces she was wearing the day she got Steve as a best friend.
He's leaning against the car when she walks out of the house. He gives her that same once over and she can already feel the warmth spreading across her cheeks. She comes to a stop in front of him.
"It's a good look on you," he says gently as if he can sense her nervousness. He probably can. They share a brain cell, after all.
She lets out a sigh of relief and leans into his space. He just laughs and pulls her in to plant a kiss on the middle of her forehead.
Happy (early) birthday Bee!! Let’s roll for steddie… shop au… 80’s? Full reign on everything else you wanna go for 💕
thank you thank you!! so this may be a stretch for a shop au but i thought it was kind of fitting for a little bit of pre-s4 steddie. hope you like it! <3
eddie can think of at least a million other places he'd rather be than at work. work meant screaming kids and bitchy moms and douchebag lifeguards that took advantage of the one-free-snack-a-day rule. his uniform is polyester, scratchy and hot in the indiana summer heat and the breeze from the fan in the corner of the concession stand doesn't help much.
"munson!"
and then there's also the added problem of having to work with his lifetime crush, steve harrington.
eddie rolls his eyes and lets his hands fall onto his hips as steve rounds the corner. he's dripping wet and it's not in that wet dog kind of way, more in the way that he looks like he belongs on those smutty books the mom book club brings to the pool. he flicks his hair out of his face, smile creasing up his cheeks, and eddie forces himself to look away so he won't blush too hard.
"you better put on some sunscreen, dude," steve says as he skids to a stop in front of the stand. his arms cross over his chest and eddie lets himself have one peak at the motion before looking away once more. "you look a little sun burnt on your face…"
as steve leans over the counter to peer closer, eddie runs a hand over his face and does a dramatic spin to grab the hot dog tongs off the back counter. when he spins back around, he sees steve with his eyebrows furrowed, drops of overly chlorinated water dripping off of his sun-kissed skin and glistening in the golden sunshine and he watches as one drop traces through his chest hair and lower and-
"you dehydrated or something?" steve's voice sounds gentle, like he genuinely wants to know if eddie is getting enough water and if he's being honest, no he isn't. he could melt at the sound of steve's voice, at the way his eyes flick over eddie like he's looking for something wrong, at the way he always stops by right when he knows eddie's going on break so they can take a smoke break together behind the tool shed.
"i'm fine," eddie barks out, startling steve and tina who's working the soft serve machine. "you ready?"
steve grins and takes the hot dog eddie offers to him with practiced ease, sliding by the condiment stand to get a packet of ketchup that they both know eddie will give him grief over. the walk to the shed is quiet as usual. it's not until they've both lit up and started in on their hot dogs that steve breaks the silence.
"what are you gonna do once summer's over?" he asks, voice muffled with a massive bite of hot dog. eddie shrugs and is about to give steve shit for talking with his mouth full but then looks up and sees it. there's a drop of ketchup on steve's cheek and he doesn't think, doesn't process what he's doing, before his hand shoots up and wipes it away with a gentle finger.
"oh." steve sounds as surprised as eddie feels. they both look between each other's face and eddie's finger which is still halfway in the air covered in ketchup. it's steve's turn to blush, pink flushing up from his chest to the tips of his ears and eddie smirks at him in return.
"better be careful, steve," he taunts, and in a daring move he won't be able to do again, rubs the ketchup onto the bottom of steve's trunks. "looks like you're getting a little sunburnt if that blush is anything to go off of."
steve scowls and puffs a little too harshly at his cigarette as eddie cackles. maybe eddie doesn't hate working there as much as he thought he did, not if it means seeing steve harrington blush.
I feel like of everyone u might understand my frustration with this, but I keep getting a certain post recommended to me in the Robin Tag and, well…
The post itself is irrelevant, but this tag drives me crazy!! I’m neutral-ish on r*nance (not my favourites, but certain writers do it really well) but I find it bizarre that this person is openly admitting they’d love to fight with people who don’t ship their ship, but those “anti’s” stay out of shipper’s way & tag carefully& don’t bother the ship, so they can’t…
Like it’s funny but also… is that not what they want? For anti’s to never interact. Isn’t that the ideal scenario and yet they still have to complain??
🫡🫡yes I can be that person! Honestly like. I do agree that some writers could probably do it right, and it could be interesting in certain aus, but I usually prefer more canon-adjacent kind of stuff, and it's just not my cup of tea at all for an endgame kinda of ship. (I don't like the ship for many reasons and seeing how some shippers actually interact with it and the characters is part of why.) I don't want to engage in debate or whatever with shippers because by now neither of us will budge or change our minds, so what's the point in getting upset?
like if they want to complain about people who don't like their ship just. kvetch with their friends about it. make a post about it. I'm sure some of the non-shippers will see it.
Parts of stranger things fandom is really very bad at crosstagging and picking fights for no reason, but yeah I guess this is proof that it isn't really an issue with anti rnce tags? Also this person has adequately curated their online experience! Good for them!
