#it's not like his ears are gonna freeze off because I haven't finished the hat

[theoktiste]

I signed up today for that 5k AU thing that's going on, and I've already written about 1500 words. It seems like beating my head against the wall over Perfect Boyfriend knocked loose some ideas for other projects haha.

The FicWIP story is a Garashir Witcher AU that I've been struggling to pin down for a while, and it's exciting to finally have words on the page for it. I'll still be working on Perfect Boyfriend--having a couple of projects going at a time lets me procrastinate on one by working on another, a strategy I also employ with my knitting and crochet endeavors (currently consisting of an afghan, a hat, and a fingerless glove, the last of which only needs to be seamed to finish the pair).

[familyvideostevie]

Hi bestie all I’m thinking abt is bee girl spending Christmas with Steve and all of her new friends and by then she really knows all of them and it’s softness 🥺

man have i been saving this one! here's a little taste of christmas in the no good at waiting au with bee girl and steve having a christmas movie marathon with all of their friends!

fluff, [0.8k],a no good at waiting one-shot | au masterlist___

"I can't believe you've never been here," Will says, mouth half-full of popcorn. He looks a little sheepish, then swallows. "I guess we spend a lot of time at New-Bee's when we hang out with you." You're both standing in the Wheeler's kitchen, arms full of snacks to bring down to your friends for Christmas movie night.

"Eddie said that you guys play DnD here still, right?"

Will nods. "Yeah, our own campaigns. This is where we started playing back when we were really young. We do Hellfire at school, though." He's a good kid, first to volunteer to help you carry everything back down. The only reason Steve isn't up here helping you is because he's the last one to arrive -- his task is getting the tapes from the video store in town.

"Lucas told me that you just finished a really good one, right?" you ask him.

"He won't admit it, but it was the best one yet," Lucas says from the basement door. "You guys were taking a long time. Do you need help?" You're about to brush him off but then the doorbell rings.

"That's probably Steve," you say. "Here, take this down and we'll be right there." Lucas takes the candy you're holding and he and Will head down the stairs.

"Coming!" you holler at the front door. When you pull it open you're greeted with a scowling Steve who brightens at the sight of you.

"Gonna let me in?" he says. "It's cold as shit out here. All my best parts are gonna freeze off."

You beckon him inside and laugh. "Nah, your nose looks fine." His smile turns back to a scowl and you can't help but kiss him. "Hi," you say softly.

"Hi yourself," he says back, kissing you again, this time a little slower. "Everyone else here already?" You nod.

"Just got the snacks together. What tapes did you snag?" He holds out the plastic bag for you to take. He strips off his coat and hat and toes off his boots as you look through it.

"A Christmas Story, White Christmas, The Snowman...Gremlins? Steve, really?"

"Just watch, honey, they're gonna vote for that one. Trust me." You reach out to fix his mussed hair.

"Guys, stop making out and bring us the movies!" Robin calls up the stairs. Steve rolls his eyes and heads down, you on his heels. What you find in the Wheeler's basement warms your heart. There are too many of you for the couch and the chairs, so everyone is sprawled out on blankets and pillows, too. Robin has claimed an armchair for herself, Eddie leaning on her legs in front of it. Jonathan and Nancy are on one corner of the couch and Mike and El on the other. Dustin and Will are in another corner entirely, talking about something DnD related, and Lucas and Max are throwing M&Ms into each other's mouths on the armchair they're squeezed into together.

Your little family. You love every single one of them so much. And the boy in front of you is no exception. It feels like you love Steve more and more every day.

"Finally!" Dustin cries. "Alright, it's voting time."

What ensues is the most serious display of democracy you've ever seen. When the vote swings for Gremlins, Steve sends you a look, eyebrows raised like I told you so. He pops the movie in the VCR and sits next to you on the piece of the floor you two have claimed for yourselves. He raises his arm and you move into his side, breathing him in. He smells like his loft -- detergent and aftershave and something earthy.

"Having fun?" he whispers. His lips brush the shell of your ear and you shiver. "Sorry I was late."

"S'okay," you whisper back. "Can I stay at yours tonight?" Not an out of the ordinary ask by any means, but you haven't seen him all day and you really want to hold him tonight. You seem to spend most nights there these days, anyway. But you secretly think that he likes you asking, likes you reminding him that you want to be around him all the time.

"Why, you think you're gonna get lucky?" he teases. El's socked foot pushes on his shoulder as she hushes him. He sticks his tongue out at her.

"Am I not?" you say, softer this time. Even in the dark of the basement you see his cheeks heat. Steve Harrington, cocky until you flirt back, and then he folds. He kisses your temple, nose in your hair. His hand runs up and down your arm and you settle your own on this thigh.

"Nah, it's me who's the lucky one," he says against your skin. You shush him before El can kick him again and rest your head on his shoulder. You're both lucky, you think. You get to have this forever.