#mutuals getting kissed

[mun-urufu]

Kiss all of your mutuals NOW

SO YOU KNOW HOW LONG THAT LIST IS

promise is a promise give me liken an hour and it’ll be complete

[hairmetal666]

Eddie survived the Upside Down. The bats. Vecna. And after the hospital, the town recovery, the shady government agencies clearing his name, after all of that, he has the best year and a half of his life. A lot of it is due to Steve and Robin. Well. The whole group of them, really, but Harrington and Buckley specifically.

Except that, you know, he survived extra-dimensional horrors and now he's going to die anyway, brought down in his prime by his devastating crush on Steve Harrington.

It's a stupid way to meet his end. Even worse than going at the hands of a demented telepathic wizard named after a DnD monster. Though...it's not like he didn't see the crush coming a mile away. Eddie may not have any practical experience in matters of the heart, but he knows he likes a pretty boy and Steve is the prettiest of them all.

There is no dimension where his feelings are requited, so he flirts and he pines, and knows it means nothing when Steve matches him quip for quip, touch for touch. He keeps getting himself in these situations where he thinks--maybe--but Steve is straight, constantly goes out with pretty, bubbly girls.

The pining may kill him, but he's determined to leave this world with a little bit of grace.

Until Steve's Halloween party.

It's a whole thing. All the kids, the rest of their own group of young adults, plus the Hellfire Boys, and the actual adults. It's a weird mix, but Eddie figures that, well. It's a family thing.

Halloween is his favorite holiday, one he plans for all year, but this year he decides to take it easy, electing to do a take on the vampire gang from The Lost Boys. The party is in full swing when they walk in, Wayne quickly spotting Hopper and making his way to the kitchen, but Eddie doesn't see Steve in the chaos of kids and Jonathan and Argyle's dual Frankensteins.

He grabs a beer from Robin who keeps giving him this look all knowing and sparkling and he doesn't understand it, not until he hears delighted laughter and shouts in the main room.

Buckley squeezes past him, and he takes the moment alone to close his eyes, brace for whatever fresh, unwitting, torture Steve has in store for him tonight.

He steps into the living room and time freezes.

Steve's in the shortest shorts Eddie's ever seen, thick, muscular, bitable thighs on full display. He's wearing a pink sweatshirt, neon fingerless gloves that very distantly Eddie recognizes as belonging to El, and gold hoop earrings in both ears.

Eddie has to sit down.

Wham! Isn't his kind of music, and he finds George Michael grating because of it, but--he's seen men dressed like that in magazines he steals from bookstores in Indianapolis, had wondered if George Michael was gay too. And now here Steve is, looking like a fantasy ripped direct from Eddie's brain.

Before he can make an escape, someone turns on the Monster Mash. The two Frankenstein's lurch into the room and start dancing. The rest of them are quick to follow, even Wayne and Hopper, after some light cajoling from Joyce, Max, and El.

It's silly fun, the perfect way for Eddie to forget about Steve and the way his ass looked in those shorts. They dance and goof around, and Thriller comes on, so they all try to do the dance, him and Nancy laughing until their stomachs hurt with their stiff-limbed moves.

The song switches to Material Girl, making El and Max screech, and the next thing he knows, Steve is in front of him, shimmying along. It's the closest they've been all night and now Eddie can see the faint eyeliner smudged along Steve's lash line. Something low and hot tightens in his core.

Steve grabs his shoulders, pulls Eddie closer. "C'mon, Munson, even you have to dance to Madonna!"

He laughs through his breathlessness, can't believe he and Steve are dancing together, not with Steve looking like that, somehow innocent, sexy, and ripe all at once.

Their eyes meet and Steve smiles all slow and dangerous, knotting up Eddie's stomach with a wild kind of anticipation. He doesn't have time to stop himself feeling it, can only give himself over to the shrinking distance between their bodies, the way Steve is warm and muscular against him.

Eddie's not hearing the music anymore, unaware of all their friends dancing close by. He's hypnotized by the dark heat in Steve's hazel eyes, lets himself clutch at Steve's hip, drag their bodies together. He feels Steve's breath escape in a quick burst, and it's a crash of cold water.

He disentangles himself, rushes out the patio doors. The night air is bracing as it chills his heated skin, his burning lungs. He takes a cigarette out of his jacket pocket, lighting it with a shaking hand.

That was too much. He let himself feel too much; want too much. Got swept away by Steve in makeup and earrings and tiny shorts. On the street, he hears children laughing, music thumping from a passing car, tries to get lost in that instead of his embarrassment. It makes him miss the slide of the patio door opening again. Doesn't realize he's not alone until he hears Steve say, "Eddie? You okay?"

He nods, but doesn't turn. "Just needed some air." He lifts the smoldering embers of his cigarette before dropping it and stomping it out.

Steve stands close enough that their shoulders bump. Eddie forces himself not to flinch away. "What are you doing out here? You'll freeze." It's not all a deflection.

"I'm fine," Steve says. "Sweatshirt." He wiggles the sleeve in Eddie's face.

"Yeah, but your legs, man. C'mon." He pulls his jacket off his shoulders. "At least cover them up a little."

Steve gives him an annoyed smile, but takes the jacket, trying to settle the leather around his legs. It's kind of a losing battle, but it makes them both laugh.

"I'm sorry," Steve says. "For back there. I shouldn't have pushed."

"Pushed?" Eddie feels like he missed a couple of stairs on his way down. "You didn't--"

Steve runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I did, Eddie. And Robin said," he sighs. "Robin said to just talk to you but I'm shit with words, so."

"So?" He faces Steve now, completely perplexed about where this is going. "I'm the one who pushed too far."

"Of course you didn't." Steve laughs a little. "I wanted to dance with you. I wanted to be close to you."

Eddie takes a step back, nervous smile on his face. "Is this some kind of weird joke?"

"What? No! Why would it be? I'm trying to say that I like you, man."

"Wha--But you're--"

"Don't--don't say popular or a jock or any of that. I'm--you know who I am, Eddie, better than most people."

"I was going to say straight."

Steve stills, blinking. "I told you I was bisexual."

"You did not!" Eddie yelps.

"I did! After went to see The Lost Boys!" He grabs Eddie's leather jacket. "I said I thought Kiefer Sutherland was sexy!"

"I thought you were being hyperbolic!"

"I wore this for you!" Steve wiggles his naked calf in Eddie's face.

"I don't like even like Wham!"

"You stared at a picture of George Michael in this outfit in one of El's Teen Beats for fifteen minutes!"

"I did NOT!" Except now that Steve's said it, Eddie has a pretty good memory of doing that very thing. "Wait. You were trying to seduce me by dressing as George Michael?"

"Like you weren't doing the same with the whole hot vampire biker thing?"

"I didn't expect it to work!"

He doesn't--will never--know who closes the distance first, but they crash together in a clash of mouths and teeth and noses. Steve's hands fist into Eddie's t-shirt, Eddie yanking at Steve's belt loops, until nothing separates them.

The kiss breaks as Steve mouths along his jaw, down his neck, and Eddie's fucking helpless at the turn of events. Never in his wildest fantasies--

"Stay tonight?" Steve asks, voice muffled against Eddie's skin.

"Are you kidding, sweetheart? I'm going to tear these shorts off with my teeth."

[shepscapades]

7. Lincolnshire Posy: II. — Composed by Percy Grainger, Performed by the Dallas Wind Symphony

It’s been on my mind lately that I had a lot of these Spotify song requests that I finished and never got around to posting, so I’m gonna try to chip away at posting these over the next few weeks! BUT Hi Ghost :] It’s so funny this was the song you ended up getting the number for; I had actually listened to it on loop during the deepest trenches of ranchers brainrot however many months ago, so I’m really happy I ended up being able to draw something for them!! <3 This is also the part where I expose myself for being an unashamed band kid =w= Grainger’s one of my favorite composers, so I listen to his works a lot and couldn’t help associating the really soft hopeful horns with this kind of healing period for the ranchers ;w;

I probably won’t ever really go into the details of the m-1 server’s overall plot, but I think the general vibe for m-1 ranchers is that these little moments of soft sunlight and healing bones were some of the most needed for them, so that’s why scenes like this always stand out in my mind <3 Context aside though, I think m-1 ranchers are just super sweet so!! figured I’d Full-Send share this soft doodle of them :]

[ctrlzxoo]

ivan and till have their first kiss, an alternate ending 💕

please look at this comic for context and Part 1!

[steddieas-shegoes]

guard my heart

for @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘guard’

rated t | 532 words | no cw | tags: mutual pining, friends to lovers, getting together, slightly self conscious Eddie, good friend Robin, first kiss

🛡️🛡️🛡️🛡️🛡️🛡️🛡️🛡️🛡️🛡️

“I just don’t understand why you won’t tell him!” Robin whisper-yells at him. “He’s gonna be fine with it!”

“It’s not about him being fine with it,” Eddie sighs. “I’m just trying to guard my heart a little.”

“So pining after him is making it easier?”

She’s so fucking rude for that, but Eddie isn’t gonna get upset. No, he can’t let his emotions win on this one, no matter what Robin tries to convince him to do.

“Are you guys gonna come hang out with everyone or be weird by the door?” Steve asks as he walks closer to them, dripping wet from his recent dive into the pool.

He catches Robin rolling her eyes before she walks away and leaves him alone with the man he’s lusting after. It sounds stupid like that, but there’s no other explanation for the way he wants to-

“You good? No one will care if you leave your shirt on. Or if you wanna take it off. Like, everyone’s gonna be cool with your scars or if you don’t wanna show them off,” Steve says quietly, as if that’s the issue Eddie’s facing at a pool party with Steve.

Sure, a small part of him worries that the kids will be horrified to see his badly healed scars on display, and he worries that they’ll get sad if he keeps them covered. He worries that he’s ugly, pieced together like Frankenstein’s monster, remnants of what he used to be. He knows it’s a lot.

But a bigger part of him is just worried that Steve will see too much of him, that he’ll ruin any tiny shred of a chance that Steve might feel anything for him beyond friendship. Robin insists— keeps insisting— that he just tell him how he feels, that he might be surprised, but he can’t.

“I’m good. Don’t think I wanna get in tonight,” Eddie lies. He’s sweating under his clothes, and he wore his bathing suit trunks in hopes he could be brave. The pool would feel nice after such a hot and humid day.

“You sure?” Steve asks.

“Yeah, man. I’m fine. Go hang out with the kiddos.”

Steve doesn’t leave, though.

He tilts his head to the side, eyes searching Eddie’s. He’s biting his bottom lip between his teeth, and clearly trying to figure something out.

“Can you help me with something inside for a second?” He finally settles on, and Eddie’s a little confused, but nods in agreement. Eddie will do anything for Steve.

Steve leads them both inside, closing the sliding glass door behind them. He walks into the kitchen and leans his back against the counter. Eddie stands awkwardly a few feet away, waiting for direction.

“What did you need help with?” Eddie finally asks after Steve’s been watching him for a solid minute.

“Understanding something.”

Eddie gulps.

“Understanding what?” Eddie’s heart races.

“Why you won’t tell me how you feel.”

Steve’s stepping closer, close enough that water is dripping onto Eddie’s feet and the floor below.

“Can I kiss you?” Steve asks and Eddie’s nodding before he even fully comprehends the question.

Their lips touch and Eddie forgets why he was so scared.

[super-cold]

Times Dick Grayson Realized that Superman was in love with his dad/guardian

Imagine if you will a young Dick Grayson watching Superman, the coolest hero ever flushing and stuttering when trying to talk to Batman.

A handsome reporter showing up at the orphanage he and Bruce are volunteering at and shyly blushing while evading Bruce's amorous advances, toned down of course because “There are children right there Mr.Wayne!”

A Superman with an irritated scowl standing in the Batcave, arguing with an injured Batman about being reckless and needing to call for backup when he needs it. Looking rebuffed and miserable when he's told “I didn’t need your help. I had it handled.”

Downtrodden Clark Kent when Bruce enters the room with a date hanging off his arm but this time, it's Selina Kyle and the kiss is real, the small smiles are real, the whispering is real and Dick is getting real tired of watching him pine.

Then finally the day, after years of watching them both orbiting each other in a nausea inducing will they won’t they dance, Nightwing sitting with Superman on top of the Wayne Enterprises building swinging his feet before saying.

“You should tell him. I'm sure it won't be as bad as you think.” the surprise on Superman's face like he thought after all those years he had been good at hiding his feelings.

[emi-gelfling]

Epitome of "if he wanted to, he would." That's it; that's the tweet.

LINK TO "yours was the first face that i saw:"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36604159

[steviewashere]

Mmmmm

"Losing My Religion" by R.E.M.

A Steddie break-up fic where Steve, hopeless romantic Steve, is in a whirlwind romance with Eddie. And Eddie who finally gets his big break and plans to leave Hawkins in the rear view. It starts slowly, just little things Steve doesn't take to heart: Eddie getting distracted in the middle of a cuddle session or a kiss or even sex, Eddie pulling away quicker (but he's still loving on Steve so he doesn't really care), maybe cancelling more on their date nights or claiming that he's got plans already made with the Corroded Coffin boys.

And then the space between them just gets bigger and bigger and bigger, and Steve is left behind in the dust. Abandoned again. He's always looking to Eddie, but Eddie's not looking back. They're arguing more. There's a knot, a strain weighing on their relationship.

When Steve begins to pull back, Eddie barely puts in the effort to keep him tethered. And Steve, gullible and hopeless romantic Steve, lets Eddie get away with it. Because any attention is better than none. Even if he's going to bed alone every night, waking up to a going cold space beside him. Even if he's biting his fist during an argument, saving the tears for a quick shower. Even if he has to choke back on his emotions, because any big outbursts he thinks will push Eddie further away. Will spiral them out farther.

But then Eddie just abruptly leaves. Leaves their life, their friends, Hawkins as a whole. And Steve has to get his number through Wayne, who thought the boys were still together.

And it's not until Eddie answers with a, "Hello? Oh—hold on, babe, somebody's on the phone," that Steve finally puts two and two together. They aren't even dating anymore. He hangs up before say anything.

Eddie's left with the distant sound of somebody breathing on the other side and the dial tone. Never to hear from Steve again.

...anyway!

[melancholygypsophila]

midsummer kiss

synopsis: a sleepover, hidden admiration, and a small white lie. what happens when you suddenly reconnect with friends from early college life with your so-called “ex-boyfriend”?

➺ tags: fluff, childhood friends, sleepover, implied three other friends, college graduation, fluff everywhere, use of pipsqueak, teasing, small gestures, first kiss with caleb, fluff to heal from myth cards, cuteness, slightly shy caleb, tooth-rotting fluff, canon caleb has dry lips yes, considerate caleb

➺ a/n: likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! have fun reading. ;)

➺ ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64238170

The sound of giggles and squealing filled the cushioned space. It was the summer break of your first year in college. Despite the cacophony of cicadas waning as the sun went down, the topic of secrets and crushes came about.

Sitting in a circle, your friends took turns talking about their secret crushes and their code names. Some were silly while others diabolical. Soon, they’ll ask you about your secret romance (to which you had none).

“Okay, okay,” Your friend next to you began, “do you remember that one senior…?” Before she could continue, she excitedly kneaded the pillow on her lap. 

Your other friend raised an eyebrow and asked, “We had so many good looking seniors.” You nod absentmindedly at the statement. “Which one are you talking about?” 

She leans forward. “You know!” Her mind is working to remember the name of the boy. When she reached her conclusion, she clapped her hands and pointed. “The brown-haired guy that seemed attached to you!” Your eyes followed where her finger was pointing, acknowledging it was in your direction.

Wait. Your direction?

You spit out your water like in one of those sit-down comedy shows. Your friends erupt in laughter. You try to recover after choking on your water. What was Caleb doing in this conversation?

You grab a handful of tissues and distribute them to your friends. “I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to spit on you guys!” Worry tones your voice. As the laughter subsides, you realize the space has gotten quiet. “Is everyone-”

“Wait. Did you and that senior…” Your friend wiggles her eyebrows and grins, leaning in closer. Her intense gaze causes you to avert your eyes. Quickly, you bring your hands to create a shield from her upcoming questions. 

“Ah ha, I knew it!” Your friend blurted. “So you did have something with him!” She backs down, giving you space to (somewhat) relax. Her arms cross before she continues. “Those tiny glances from afar and the way he’d pat your head before he left! Those are tall-tale signs of a secret rendezvous!”

Baffled, you straightened yourself up. Before you were about to oppose her comments, you suddenly realized something. Hearing from your friend now, she made all his little actions seem so significant. Of course you had gotten used to his touches because you’ve known him almost your whole life. However, you didn’t realize that his simple gestures were viewed as romantic gestures from an outsider’s perspective. 

You retort. “There’s no way, we’re just childhood friends. Sure, we’re close, but that’s it.” 

“Just childhood friends?” Your friend pitches in. You sigh at their harmony in this manner. Teaming up to tease you. “That’s it?” Your friends look at each other, communicating with glances. 

They’re not going to give up until I give them an answer. An answer they want. Maybe I should make up something… Caleb wouldn’t mind it! At least I don’t think he would… 

Clearing your throat, you pretend to reminisce about your “romantic” past with him. “Fine, we did have something, but it was fleeting.” Your friends lean in to hear your story. “He was…” You think of traits that made people’s hearts clench, “considerate, made daily chores fun, offered me snacks even when he was fatigued, braided my hair…” 

Your mind recalls a time where you argued with one of your friends. Caleb gave you the support you needed. His care was cautious yet accurate. A simple arch in your eyebrows and he could tell you were frustrated. Unbeknownst to you, Caleb made it a goal to cheer you up when you were upset about anything, even if that meant taking money out of his own pocket. 

You stare at the water in your cup. Your friends take a hint and hug you. “He took good care of you, hm?” Your friend asked. Nodding, you take another sip of water to ease your aching soul. The mingling voices of your friends blurred in the background as you stared at the bottom of the plastic cup. 

We’re just friends. Childhood friends. That’s all.

But even that confirmation didn’t settle the uneasiness in your heart.

A school year passes and you go without seeing Caleb for some time. Becoming a student at the DAA and making occasional rounds meant time was preoccupied. Your short week breaks that were usually spent catching up with him were now replaced with calls and a regretful Caleb calling to say, “Sorry pipsqueak, can’t make it. Maybe next time.” Before you knew it, daily contact with Caleb turned into bi-monthly calls. 

Eventually, graduation came around. It was a sunny day, fit for graduating students. From your seat, countless caps cover the surface of the field. A few move as they look for their loved ones from the stadium. Thinking of Caleb, your eyes turn towards the bleachers.  

“Hey! You’re supposed to go now!” A voice whisper-yells, pointing at the increasingly large gap between you and the students lining up to walk across the stage.

After the ceremony, graduation caps were thrown in the air. A rouse of yelling, crying, and laughing filled the air. The rush of students waiting to take pictures with their loved ones. As you gather your things, your tassel moves in your vision. Before you could move it, a shadow loomed over, quickly adjusting the tassel.

Your heart leaps in joy.

You turn around, it really is him. His brown hair and genuine smile greets you in the warm sunshine. “Caleb!” Your arms wrap around his neck. 

“Woah,” he takes a step back to balance you in his arms. “You’ve gotten taller.” As you let go, his eyes have a twinge of frustration and guilt. At the moment, you’re not sure why he wears that expression, but you shake your head to get rid of any negative thoughts.

“You really came…” Tears threatened to spill out. A goofy expression appears upon your face as you try to contain the tears. He bends down and pats your head gently. It took him so long to get here. His face distorts to pain as you pinch his waist. 

“Ow.” He lets out a weak sigh. “That wasn’t very nice.”

You grin. “I’m really glad you were able to make it today.”

“Me too, pipsqueak.” Caleb reciprocates your smile with a nod. “Although, your manners need some work. Who knew you would still be childish as an adult?” He removes your cap, brushing back the strands of hair clinging to your forehead. Caleb mysteriously pulls out a water bottle and opens the cap for you. “Do you feel hot? Should I tie your hair?”

Before you respond, you hear a group of familiar voices. “Oh my god, we finally found you! This place is so-”

“Is that Caleb?!” One of your friends exclaims. Caleb looks at you and uses his chin to point towards your friends. 

Uh oh.

“Ah- he-” Your brain malfunctions. Crap, you didn’t tell Caleb about that one sleepover thing. How you used his name to get you out of a situation. “Uh, yes, this is Caleb.”

You don’t see it, but Caleb raises an eyebrow before putting up his perfect smile.

“Hello, you must be her friend.” Caleb greets. “Congratulations for graduating.”

Sweat pools at your neck. Not even Caleb’s shadow, which is blocking the sun, is helping it disappear. 

Your friend smiles. “Thank you! It’s good to see you here. They tell us a lot about you!” 

Caleb’s interest appears. He makes a teasing smile at you and looks back at your friends. “I wonder what they’ve said about me. Hopefully it’s good, right?” 

Your friend, unaware of the elephant in the room, chimes in. “Yes! Aren’t you their ex-boyfriend?” 

Who says anything good about their ex-boyfriend? You silently cursed yourself.

Caught off guard, Caleb laughs. That’s not what he was expecting to hear, but he had to keep the conversation going. He places his hand on your waist and pulls you closer to him. “I just couldn’t leave them. I got too attached and now I find myself clinging back to them.”

Your friends are in awe at his response. All you could do was pinch his waist. 

He grunts before awkwardly laughing it off. “Sorry, did you need them for something?”

A lightbulb clicks in your friend’s head. “Oh, we wanted to take a group picture with them! Do you mind taking the picture for us?”

“Sure, why not.” Caleb shrugs, gently pushing your back and placing the cap on your head. Your friend hands him their phone and runs back to where the rest of you are. As you and your friends figure out your spots, Caleb quickly takes a quick snapshot of you before adjusting the lens of your friend’s phone. “Ready? Three, two, one.” 

Your friend reviews the pictures and smiles. “Um, do you want me to take a picture of the two of you?” You quickly mouth “no”, but Caleb’s verbal “yes” overwrites your reply.

You adjust the flowers (your friends rushed to give you) and stiffly stand beside Caleb. 

“Hey! Why do you look so stiff!” Your friend yells. Embarrassed, you move a smidge closer to Caleb before he pulls you in by the waist again. 

He leans down to your ear. The proximity between the two of you closes. 

“Smile.” He whispers, and you could hear the camera click from afar.

After the ceremony, you and Caleb decide to walk back home instead of getting on the train to make up for all the time lost. 

“Ex-boyfriend, huh?” Caleb suddenly says. You pause in your path and look at him. Upon seeing your distraught expression, he laughs again. 

“Caleb…” You mumble. “I didn’t mean to use your name in that way. My friends-”

“Right, right, I understand.” Caleb interrupts, poking your cheek and steps in front of you. “Good job on graduating.”

His considerate words warm your heart. “Thanks, Caleb.” You pause. “Also, sorry for using your name again.” 

Caleb grabs your hand and pulls you along to a nearby playground. Your feet skid across the concrete and then woodchips. You settle down on the swings as he holds the chain steady. 

“I’m not bothered that you used my name.” Caleb acknowledges. “However, I wasn’t expecting to be a previous lover of yours.” 

“The situation just called for it.” You rolled your eyes and looked up at him. His shoulders move as he suppresses a laugh. 

“Then, you’ll give me another chance, right?” Caleb asks. Your eyes widen. Another chance?

You raised an eyebrow. “Another chance? You didn’t do anything wrong though.” 

Caleb smiles. “No, another chance to redeem myself as your boyfriend.” Oh.

His hand moves under your chin, tilting your head up. Before you realize what’s happening, he leans in and pauses right before he makes contact with your lips. The silence is loud. He’s waiting for your signal yet his actions are betraying him. As you close your eyes, the distance between you closes. You can hear the swing screech as you move in the plastic seat. 

“Caleb-” Your exclamation is interrupted by another kiss on the corner of your lips. 

The humid weather breezing past manages to cool you down as Caleb’s kiss warms you up. When Caleb moves away, his eyes look down at you. They're vulnerable and innocent. 

“Wait.” Caleb covers his eyes and laughs. “Don’t look at me like that.”

You’re equally flushed. “What… What do you mean?!” Caleb removes his arm that’s covering his face, grabs the sides of your face, and reels you into another sweet kiss.

The roaring cicadas are the only things your senses can grapple on. Eventually, you and Caleb situate feelings and you walk home again together, hand in hand. Your time with him might be fleeting, but you’re determined to make the most of it. Especially when Caleb is by your side. 

[abominandus]

coogie run? coogckies that run anybody? old man cookie yaoi?

[misscurvagedsbm]

F A T P I G G Y 🐷

[valyrfia]

it just really hits in moments like this how much men HATE women. they hate us having voice, having agency, having lives so much so that they would rather our entire species go extinct just to not have to reflect on themselves, their actions, and the patriarchy.

[pretty-boydyke]

SQUID GAME DISCORD SERVER (18+)

There's a lot of discord spaces for the fandom but not that many just for adults! So i made an 18+ Squid game discord server for those wanting an older crowd to discuss the show and meet new friends :)

[casualavocados]

You said you would always look at me.

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 9

[steddieas-shegoes]

is it the blanket or is it you?

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is asking "do you want a blanket?"'

rated t | 2,107 words | no cw | tags: getting together, first kiss, mutual pining, fluff

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one

Steve hadn't left the hospital. He slept in Eddie's room when Wayne had to work and in Max's room when he did.

Tonight he was in Eddie's room, curled up in the chair because the nurses didn't know he snuck in after visiting hours. Wayne got a cot and tried to convince them to leave it in the room even when he wasn't here, but they were so desperate for beds, they took it out between his stays.

Eddie'd woken up a few times for a couple minutes here and there. Steve wasn't ever around when he did, but apparently one of the times, he'd asked for Steve.

Wayne didn't say anything else except he seemed pretty high on the pain meds and at least wasn't in any pain.

Steve was exhausted, but his back was killing him after nearly a week of sleeping upright in uncomfortable chairs.

He watched Eddie for a few minutes, his slow breathing proof that he was too out of it to wake up.

Steve quietly moved his chair so it was flush with the side of the bed, leaving him in a position to rest his arms and head on the bed without risking touching Eddie.

It was cold in the hospital, and Wayne usually left him a spare blanket, but it wasn't in its usual place tonight. He was too tired to get up and try to find one.

He fell asleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes.

When he woke up, Wayne was standing by his side with a confused look on his face.

"Did Ed wake up last night?"

Steve shook his head. "Why?" He looked down and saw the blanket wrapped around him and the hand next to his arm.

"He moved is all. Maybe the pain meds wore off a bit," Wayne shrugged.

Steve was too busy thinking about Eddie using all of his strength to cover him up with one of the three blankets he usually had on him.

He thought about how close Eddie’s hand was to his, wondered if maybe he’d held it at some point while Steve slept.

Hoped that maybe he would hold it again.

—————

two

As Eddie got used to being at Steve’s house, he also had to get used to Steve falling asleep on the couch.

They’d watch a movie together, Steve would help Eddie to the guest room, and then apparently decide to crash on the couch.

He said it was because he was tired and didn’t wanna go up the stairs, but Eddie saw through it.

He stayed there so he’d be close in case Eddie needed him, even after his bites had mostly scarred over and his ribs had fixed themselves. Eddie didn’t push though; He liked having Steve nearby.

The first few times it happened, Steve was awake the moment he heard Eddie’s door open.

But then he started being quieter, sneaking out to the living room to see Steve face down on the couch, arm hanging off the side and drool hanging off his lip.

Eddie shouldn’t do it, he shouldn’t reach out. He shouldn’t touch him.

But he saw goosebumps on Steve’s arm and he had to check if he was cold. It was mandatory.

He gently brushed his fingers against Steve’s forearm, frowning at how cold his skin was.

He pulled the blanket from the back of the couch off and settled it over Steve’s body the best he could. His arm was still hanging out, but hopefully the heat surrounding him everywhere else would warm that up too.

He walked to the kitchen to make them both some coffee.

When Steve woke up 20 minutes later to the smell of bacon and coffee, he curled up under the blanket he hadn’t put over himself before he fell asleep.

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three

They took this road trip because they all needed it, but Steve more than anyone.

His parents had just left town for good, but not without forcing Steve to either go to college or never step foot in their house again. He’d thought, and they all thought, that maybe they wouldn’t bother pressuring him since the town was in shambles and he’d been a hero. They all thought wrong.

So for the last four days, he’d been staying with Eddie and Wayne in their new house, insisting on sleeping on the couch even though Eddie has a king bed now that’s definitely big enough for both of them.

Whatever they were, they apparently were not ready for sharing a bed.

Wayne kept giving him these looks.

But he hadn't pushed Steve, especially not after the thing with his parents. He offered comfort in the way he knew would be accepted and then packed everyone up in a rented RV and told Steve to drive wherever he wanted to go.

They ended up at Lake Erie, some campground that was pretty empty due to the fall chill in the air. The kids had run outside the moment they parked, sick of being stuck in the RV for the last seven hours. Robin had nudged Steve's shoulder and joined the kids, silently agreeing to keep an eye on them while he took a moment.

Eddie sat in the passenger seat next to him, waiting for him to speak.

It took a few minutes, but Eddie was always patient when it came to Steve.

"You didn't have to do all this," he finally said.

"I didn't. But I did."

Steve nodded, searching for more words.

"I'm tired," he finally said, sounding every bit as tired as he said he felt.

"You should go to sleep, Stevie," Eddie set his hand on his knee. "The kids will be busy for a while. Robin and I can watch 'em."

"You did all this for me and I'm just gonna sleep?" Steve asked in disbelief. "Isn't that a waste?"

"Not if it's what you need. If you need to sleep for the next two days, then sleep. I'll be right here. We all will."

Steve didn't argue, even though Eddie could tell he wanted to.

He got up and made his way to the couch.

Eddie nudged him further. "The bed. You and Robin can share. I'll take the couch and the kids can take the bunk beds. You don't have to sacrifice everything all the time."

Steve didn't argue. Again. He must be exhausted.

He walked to the bed, fell on top of the blankets Eddie had slipped on before leaving home, and closed his eyes.

"Wake me up in a few hours. Wanna see the stars," Steve mumbled against the pillow.

Eddie watched fondly from the doorway. "Sure thing."

Steve was asleep in less than a minute and Eddie walked over to pull the blanket at the end of the bed over him so he wouldn't get cold.

Robin woke him up a few hours later with a soda and a sandwich, soft smile on her face.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Warm. Did you tuck me in?" Steve yawned.

"Nope, this is the first time I've been back in here since I left," Robin smirked. "You gonna do something about the Eddie thing?"

Steve nodded. "Yeah, I think it's time to.

+ one

After dropping everyone off at their homes, and leaving the RV at the rental place, Steve rode home with Eddie.

Well, he rode to Eddie's home, which was temporarily his home.

Even sleeping on the couch there felt better than he'd ever felt in his own home, but he didn't really want to admit it. At least not out loud.

But he'd talked to Robin a lot over the last few days, and he'd watched Eddie prioritize Steve over and over again, in ways that were different from how he prioritized the kids and Robin.

He wanted to tell him how he felt, how he'd been feeling for a while.

"Would it be okay if I sleep in your bed tonight?" Steve asked suddenly, interrupting Eddie's steering wheel drumming.

Eddie glanced over at him. "Of course. You okay?"

"Think I just could use your company."

Eddie's half-smile was enough for Steve to know he was on the right track.

"Yeah?"

"You always make me feel warm," Steve admitted.

He watched as Eddie took a breath, steeling himself for something.

Eddie's hand reached over and grabbed Steve's, laced their fingers together. His hand was sweaty, and Steve should be grossed out, but he's only endeared.

"How long you been wanting to do that?" Steve asked.

"Hm. I think when I first saw you when you walked into the cafeteria your freshman year with a fuckin' lunchbox. Something about the way you unapologetically carried a lunchbox not filled with drugs into high school made me fall hard and fast," Eddie smirked around the confession. "It was an unfortunate crush for most of high school that I tried very, very hard to ignore. And then you had to go and save my life and the world and be this really great guy and you got me good, I'll admit."

"I'm sorry, were you seriously judging me for not having drugs in my lunchbox? You do know that's just a you thing, right? Most people carrying lunchboxes actually have their lunch in them," Steve squeezed his hand to let him know he was joking. "You probably could've convinced me to join your table that first day. Tommy had a different lunch block and I was a lost sheep."

"Maybe. But I don't think you would've stayed. I think things happened like this so I could appreciate what you are to me now."

"Are you a secret romantic?" Steve asked.

"It's not really a secret, sweetheart."

"It was to me."

They parked in the driveway of the trailer and Eddie turned to Steve. "You can sleep in my bed every night if you want. Just keep in mind Wayne is the next bedroom over and he can hear everything."

Steve let out a loud laugh. "A bit presumable, aren't you?"

Eddie's face softened into something fond. "Yeah, guess so. But I figured a reminder would be good for both of us."

"Am I that irresistible?" Steve grinned at him, leaning closer.

"You have no idea." Eddie leaned closer, his lips parted, and then he moved up to kiss Steve's forehead instead of his lips. "Inside first."

"You're a tease too? Not even one kiss?" Steve grumbled as Eddie pulled away and got out of the van. "Ridiculous."

Wayne was already asleep when they got inside, so they tip-toed down the hall to Eddie's room.

Eddie immediately started stripping off his layers, pulling on sweatpants and a hoodie. Steve couldn't help but watch now that he was allowed.

"You can borrow some sweatpants if you want. I only have one other pair clean though," Eddie said, finally turning to Steve, who blushed and looked away. "Aw, Stevie! Were you tryin' to take a look? You could've just asked."

"Someone's feeling bold all of a sudden," Steve said as he pulled his sweater off followed by his shirt.

Suddenly, Eddie was right in front of him, in his space, breathing out against his lips.

"I've been wishing for your eyes to be on me for years, angel. Stare all you want."

Steve nodded. "You said something about sweatpants?"

"Yep!" Eddie pulled away and grabbed sweatpants from his drawer. "Here they are."

"Eds, these are not pants." Steve giggled. "These are barely shorts. What exactly are these?"

"Comfy pants! Or shorts! Or boxers that are just too big for me?"

Steve shook his head, but took off his jeans and pulled the sort-of shorts on over his underwear.

"I'm exhausted," Steve said as Eddie pulled the blankets back on his bed. Honestly, Steve had expected his bed to be unmade and his room to be cluttered. Other than some dirty clothes on the floor by the dresser, it was a pretty organized room.

"Get in bed. You want this blanket?" Eddie held out the blanket that Steve usually used on the couch.

"Maybe I could share yours?" Steve asked hesitantly.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Eddie sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him. "I'll keep you warm."

Steve felt like he was melting into a puddle. He got in the bed and curled on his side, facing away from Eddie in hopes that Eddie would...

"Like this, angel?" Eddie asked as he settled in behind him, pulling the blanket over both of them.

"This is perfect."

Eddie kissed the back of his head and started humming. Steve couldn't resist the pull of sleep after that.

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