#six college AU

[mysterycubes]

Can you draw more college thistle? I love the way you draw them sm!! 💗💗💗

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Sure! Here are my internal justifications for the college elf cinematic universe. If you have any specific suggestions, send them my way~

I think Thistle has that adopted kid malaise where you can tell people don't like you but you can't figure out what you're doing wrong + Laios has the same thing because he's autistic so they'll be good friends once they figure out the other exists a year from now

[crookedwolf1974]

Hm well not a terrible result but not amazing either but Norris win so I’m a bit mad so I guess I’ll post the snippet anyway? Not betaed and still under works so don’t take it too seriously, I just really wanted to write something that puts Lance in one of those medieval/renaissance dresses but then I had to go and make it ABO and put a whole bunch of YEARNING and possible PLOT in there so idk how long this will take me.

And after weeks of negotiations between the two most powerful families in the land, an agreement had been reached – Fernando would have the support, the gold, the men, the supplies and whatever else he needed for as long as he needed (within reason) for his campaign from the Marquess Stroll and his allies.

And in return, Fernando would marry his son.

His freshly presented omega son, not even two months on from his designation finally emerging. While most presented between the ages of 14 to 16, Lance Stroll had made it all the way to 18 years and 9 months before he’d finally collapsed in heat one morning out of the blue to the great shock of his family who’d well presumed that the boy would present as a beta or an alpha, same as his father. Omegas, especially male ones, were rare commodities – both revered and oft looked down upon for their nature and their bodies, both a blessing and a curse upon any family that one was born into.

At least the boy had been pretty to look at when he’d pulled up the veil and took in his new bride for the first time. A fair and even complexion made paler against the clean white of his dress and the darkness of his hair, red powder rouge dusted on his cheeks emphasizing the lovely sharpness of his face, and although it wasn’t in fashion someone had taken it upon themselves to draw some eyeliner on the corners of the omega’s eyes giving them an alluring definition, especially so when Lance had looked up at him through his lashes, head tilted down in submission as they kneeled at the altar facing each other and a priest droned on above them, a light pink eyeshadow of some kind over the under eye highlighting their doe-eyed roundness. Fernando’s mouth had gone dry at the sight as the omega stared at him, seemingly taking in his new husband for the first time as well and Fernando found himself hoping a little desperately that the omega liked what he saw, that even if there couldn’t be love between them in their marriage, there could at least be attraction, something to ease the way into a mutual cooperation – god, Lance was pretty. Put together and perfect in a way goddesses of beauty would weep to be, a vision so impossible on this earth that it would require a wrathful curse to even begin to fade it from the minds of alphas and men.

And now Fernando had it, the golden apple in his hands, and all he could do was stare like a fool at the way Lance’s plush, pink lips parted slightly in breath, as if to take in Fernando’s scent again, deeper, as if the red dusting high on his cheeks wasn’t just from the powder, as if he liked what he saw too, but then the priest had said his name startling both out of the moment (…bless this joining of his Majesty Fernando Alonso Diaz and Lord Lance Jacob Strulovitch, the alpha and the omega, as their hearts become one, to grant them faith in themselves and in each other, to never betray in their intimacy, and to put their utmost trust in each other in turn…), and the omega’s lips had pushed together into a thin, nervous line and he’d resolutely stared ahead for the rest of the ceremony refusing to meet Fernando’s eyes again so he could, what – offer a comforting smile? Gawk like an idiot again? So Fernando had looked off into the middle distance as well until they were prompted to say their I do’s (Fernando calm and collected and perhaps a tad resigned, but Lance had stumbled over his, a slight lisp to his accent born of his desire to be anywhere but here probably) and Fernando had felt a small pit of despair open in his chest when Lance refused again to meet his eyes for their kiss, barely more than a brush of the lips before they both drew back.

The smallfolk cheered and threw dried rice and rose petals over the pair as they excited the church and whatever food and alcohol that could be spared was distributed freely. Bells rang in the streets to announcing the joining and the air in the capital was light and freeing in a way it had not been since the first call for men had come and a flurry of activity to prepare for the army’s intending departure had begun, the tanning of pelts and the smoking of meat filling every street, the chattering of voices now closing over those cracks leaving them a hazy memory, even if just for today.

But neither husband nor wife said a word to each other as the carriage rolled through the capital into the castle proper, and neither alpha or omega said a word to each other all through the celebratory reception and dinner even though the King spoke plenty to advisors and diplomats and nobles and the new Queen Consort spoke a little to his sister towards the end of the night, but none to his father, which meant that by the time Fernando and Lance found themselves alone in the quarters they would share for the rest of their lives, facing the bed they would at least share for tonight, neither had spoken a word, touched, or even looked each other in the face for close to 10 and a half hours.

Fuck, Fernando thought, rubbing a hand over his face as Lance stood stock still at his side, both staring at the bed like it would suddenly come alive and attack both of them. Fuck.

He wanted a drink, but upon remembering the slight shake of Lance’s hands, the stutter of his words and the press of his lips when he’d looked away from Fernando in the church it had been made clear to him that he needed a sober and present mind for this, so even when it had been offered by his cousin, his sister, his closest friends and confidants, he’d politely refused with a smile, a laugh or a joke. At the fourth or fifth refusal he thought he’d felt Lance watching him but when he’d looked over the boy was seemingly engrossed in his food, seemingly quite invested in the food they were currently serving. It seemed that was one thing Lance spared all his energy for, and it had smoothed some of the off kilter feeling in his chest to know that he was at least providing for his omega in this way, showcasing the strength of his ruling and kingdom and to be able to indulge so lavishly right before a war (even if most of the wedding had been paid for by Lance’s exorbitant dowry but he conveniently skipped his brain over that part).

These are dress styles I had in mind btw!! Idk if they’re like historically accurate but I need you all to hold some version of the first three in mind here while you read this!! And then come talk to me👉🏻🥺👈🏻

[leastrife]

I find it interesting that a majority of the college AU’s I’ve seen for six of crows have Kaz as a criminology major

Excuse you, Kaz Brekker would be an Econ major, Mr. Caused an entire collapse of the economy in Ketterdam.

I understand why people make him a criminology major, but no, he should be an Econ major

[buck2eddie]

[will we ever get together? we'd be perfect for each other.]

an au based on cate's brother (by. maisie peters) in which eddie throws a halloween party, maddie brings her younger brother to join, introduces the two and the rest is history <3

[dimmestmorn13]

(read L <-- R)

🌹🎼vs SEED!🍎

(click for better quality) (very loosely inspired by this twt)

tumblr gets the nicer version bc dim is an idiot and rushed posting last night... (〒▽〒) so embarrassing diff versions under the cut

[thesolarangel]

A touch of cinnamon and spice

Chapter 1

Summary: Eddie and Steve meet for the first time at college under awkward circumstances. Well, at least for Eddie.

1.438 words · Rated: G · College AU, no upside down · fluff, pining, getting together, cozy cute fall fanfic with minimum drama and zero angst or warnings!

Thanks again to @elronds-pointy-ears for reading my first unhinged draft and giving me some thoughts on how to deepen the interactions between them! @niennawept for beta reading my edited draft, you helped me so much, THANK YOU again! …. and for @lady-of-imladris for helping me choose a title! I love you guys!

Read on AO3 here

Chapter 1 · throwback · summer ‘86

“You’re kidding… College?” Eddie chuckled, staring at his uncle wide eyed.

They had been standing in the kitchen of their trailer home, a few weeks after Eddie had graduated, discussing where he could go from there. If it were up to Eddie, he’d just get famous with his metal band “Corroded Coffin” right away and tour the country, but these things didn’t happen over night. And it wasn’t like Wayne decided over Eddie’s life. He was of age, he could decide on his own. But Wayne’s opinion mattered to him greatly. This man had provided for Eddie for half of his life and he was deeply grateful for that.

Wayne crossed his arms and looked at him sternly. “Listen, kid, I know high school was tough –”

“That’s the understatement of the year, right there.” Eddie snorted.

He had managed to get his high school diploma on the third try. Keeping up with homework and studying for exams never came easy to him. He had had trouble concentrating and listening to what was being discussed in class and the teachers labeled him as lazy without even trying to get through to him.

When it came to math, history and other school subjects that Eddie found boring, it was almost like there was an invisible force pulling his attention away, keeping him from concentrating and it was very hard to fight that.

But eventually, with the help of a terrific new guidance counselor that had transferred to his school that year and the support of his uncle, he had made it somehow. Alumni of ‘86, baby!

“Eddie, you’re incredibly talented when it comes to the stuff you’re interested in. You’re creative, driven… I’ve seen the artwork you put up in your room… and you learned that puppet song within a week it came out.”

“Master of Puppets”, Eddie corrected him. And how could he not, it was a legendary piece by his favorite band.

“All I’m sayin’ is, would be pretty unfortunate if you wasted that kinda potential, son.”

He was right. Eddie did have a different mindset when it came to drawing, writing his own lyrics or shredding away on his guitar.

“Alright, I’ll think about it.” Eddie sighed.

A while later he had applied to a few public colleges in the area that had art programs. For his application portfolio Eddie had collected some design work he did for the promotion of their band, some pencil sketches and several elaborate fantasy drawings he did for his recent DnD campaign. And he had gotten in!

_______

October 5th 1987

Fall had always been Eddie’s favorite season ever since he was little. The deep red color of the fallen maple leaves was his favorite color and he secretly loved crunching the dry leaves under his boots. With every passing day of summer, he looked forward to cooler temperatures, horror movie nights and of course: Halloween. While planning his costume in his head, he put the hood of his parka over his unruly brown hair and made his way to class.

This was going to be his 3rd semester of studying fine art and so far he was doing really well, despite his own doubts. Learning about the subjects he was interested in and acquiring new creative skills had proven to be much more straightforward and uncomplicated for him than high school stuff.

College had given Eddie the chance for a fresh start. For the first time, he wasn’t the freak, the loser, the kid with the weird hair who listened to “devil” music. The university offered all kinds of programs and they had a big art department ranging from photography and fine art to design and film-making. So naturally, there were plenty of art nerds, film geeks and a variety of young people studying alongside Eddie. He fit right in and he had also made some new, real friends.

Jonathan, his roommate, was studying photography and English and wanted to become a journalist. He already wrote a weekly column in the school’s paper. Jonathan was the intelligent, kind, introverted type with short shaggy dark blonde hair and inconspicuous appearance. Eddie connected with him through his open-mindedness and his passion for music.

Argyle lived in another dorm down the hall. He studied film-making and worked part time at a local pizza shop from where he often swiped pizzas for them. He was a laid-back, approachable guy, who got along with everyone and also hugged everyone when he had the chance. With his long black hair, tall stature and colorful clothing, he stood out in most places.

Eddie thought he was very lucky to have met them since making friends had never been easy for him in the past. Both of them were very easy to get along with and they also had a lot of shared interests.

…

Eddie arrived at a seemingly empty classroom, illuminated by the bright morning sun. Several canvas stands and some chairs were set up for the students. He chose a seat and dropped his bag and coat on the back of the chair.

When he sat down and combed through his backpack for his pencil case, he heard something rustling from behind the nearby folding screen. Obviously not thinking this through, Eddie wandered over and found –

Oh.

His eyes landed on the muscular naked back of a stranger who was in the process of getting undressed. Eddie froze. Unable to take his eyes off of this guy’s athletic physique. His tanned skin was patterned with plenty of freckles that looked like stars in a beautiful constellation which Eddie desperately needed to explore. Those jeans hugged his butt perfectly and when he took them off, they revealed tight black boxer briefs and broad hairy thighs. Eddie wanted nothing more than to have his head crushed by those legs. Oh, what a way to go.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

A voice ripped him from his fantasy. Fuck.

The gorgeous stranger was now facing Eddie with both hands on his hips and a slightly cocky expression. Eddie noticed his beautiful hazel eyes, pouty lips and effortlessly styled hair. His strong chest was even hairier than his legs and a dark little happy trail disappeared at the rim of his underwear which displayed a significant bulge.

Fuuuuck.

“I’m so sorry!” Eddie almost yelled when he realized he had been staring. He could feel the burn of embarrassment on his face but like a deer in headlights, he stood there completely frozen.

The brunette smirked. “Don't worry about it, you're gonna see me nude in a minute anyhow", he replied in a smug voice. Eddie went even redder if that was at all possible.

Right, they were going to do nude sketches today, to learn some anatomy… Eddie felt he had already learned a lot.

“Alright, I’m gonna, uh… go, yes, I’m gonna go set up”, he stumbled backwards, averting the stranger’s view.

Little by little the classroom filled with students and their tutor arrived and gave them a quick instruction on sketching techniques when drawing from a live model. Two other students closed the door and blinds and placed a small platform in the middle of the room. They were ready to start drawing.

The handsome stranger emerged completely naked from behind the folding screen. He seemed very secure in his body, judging the way he stepped gracefully onto the platform, striking a pose the tutor had asked for.

Eddie tried so hard to look at him in a professional manner as he began sketching his beautiful body. He roughly outlined his proportions with some charcoal on his sketchbook. He tried to keep a straight face when his view landed on the model’s dick. And what a gorgeous one it was… Eddie felt his heart thump violently in his chest.

In a moment of carelessness when Eddie’s eyes wandered over his freckled skin upwards to his handsome face, their eyes locked. The brunette gave him a wink and held his view. If he was flattered or amused, Eddie couldn’t tell, his face was burning up once again and he tried to hide behind his sketchbook.

Focus, Munson. You just gotta keep it together for 20 more minutes!

His hand swept over the paper, messily sketching and filling in the model silhouette with charcoal. At this point, he didn’t care if the drawings turned out badly, he just wanted to get out of there, away from this awkward situation. Once he was done, he quickly packed up his stuff and rushed out of the classroom.

...

To be continued...

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[onthewaytosomewhere]

Sunday Sentences

So it's the day where I once again prove I can't count to 6 or 7 ;p;

Doing this now before I head to bed - since I'm up and not sleeping anyway - thank you, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, for the tag already, so I don't even hafta be the one to start this. Yay!

So, my brain let me get back to my college AU so that's what y'all're getting.

“We’ll just have to see how today goes. If you can be a good boy today and wear your glasses to avoid evening headaches maybe it can.” Henry notices the shudder that goes through Alex at the words ‘good boy’ and grins, “Is that a thing then?” Alex looks at him a bit bewildered, “Apparently, or at least with you it is.” “Noted” Henry moves his hand along Alex’s jawline and slides it into the curls at the back of his head, pulling his lips to him. Alex moans as their lips meet, and Henry can taste the cinnamon from the toothpaste Alex uses as his teeth drag along Henry’s lip. They kiss unhurriedly, taking their time to explore, and Henry savors finally being able to do this. Finally getting what he wanted for so long but never thought would happen. He nibbles at Alex’s lower lip and smiles against Alex’s lips at the whimper it draws from Alex and works to draw more noises from him in the small time they have left. They’re still kissing when Alex’s phone starts beeping, Henry pulls away looking at Alex questioningly as he doesn’t think that sounds like his ringtone. “Set an alarm so we could still get to class, after all I need to get our old seats back now that you’re no longer treat me as If I am a plague you wish to avoid.” Alex appears practically giddy at the prospect. “Alright I suppose we should head that way.” Henry moves to turn and grab his tea and Alex’s coffee but is stopped by Alex’s hand on his shoulder. “First, I need one more kiss.” “You are truly insatiable,” Henry whispers as Alex pulls him in once more. He feels Alex smile against his lips and is intrigued by the humor that Alex brings to kissing, he’s never had that before him, and he can’t wait to explore it more.

Alright, now I get to say "tag - you're it!" with some no-pressure tags @adreamareads, @anincompletelist, @duchessdepolignaca03, @inexplicablymine, @kiwiana-writes, @magicandarchery, @priincebutt & @typicalopposite and an open tag for anyone else who wants one as well

[averlym]

hi hi hi! not sure if youre still taking requests but.. could i get some parrward? I adore your art style and im so glad youve been alive and active again!! I remember I found your acc back in 2019-2020 and I got curious looking at my old acc and I had SO many of your posts liked- and here we are now! Hope life is treating you well ! :)

hihihi!!! some parrward for you <33 i hope life is treating you well too!

[voidinmexx]

SIX OF CROWS COLLEGE/MODERN AU???

(even tho technically they'd all be in highschool following cannon age)

shut up.

oh lord

i love imagining my traumatized little characters in happy worlds,

background knowledge:

grisha arent a thing in this au and there is no current wars

Dorm Arrangements:

Inej and Nina requested rooms together the same day they could, Kaz managed to get a room alone and so did Wylan. Matthias doesn't go to college nor does Jesper.

disclaimer:

i will write more lore about this collige au esp jesper and wylan because we need more gay men in healthy loving relationships

(its me im the gay men)😭

"Hey, Kaz!"

The boy, who was previously watching a particularly ugly bird, looked up to see Inej and Nina. Both of the girls wore matching sundresses.

The five were going swimming today. Although Ketterdam was known for it's dreary and bleak weather, it was summer which meant they got three whole days out of the month of August to enjoy a sunny day.

"Where's Jesper and Matthias?" Inej asked Kaz, as if he could telepathically communicate with the two idiots.

"I think Matthias is meeting us at the watering hole," Nina chimed in. She was typing away furiously on her phone and every so often a curl would fall in front of her eyes and she would angrily push it away, only for gravity to drag the curl right back where it fell before.

Suddenly, a loud chime startled the group, well, not really. Kaz did not only jump but also let out a little yelp as his phone went off. Inej and Nina laughed until they were both a wheezing mess.

"Oh. My. God." Kaz could barely make out the girl's out of breath words. Before she could elaborate, Nina began to have another laughing

fit.

"It startled me, that was all." Kaz grumbled, crossing his arms and pulling out his phone angrily. He had been gifted the device from Inej, it was a Christmas gift. Kaz, ever the old man in a young adult's body, had no clue on how to work the damn thing. Currently, it was the ringer that was giving him hell but last week iMessage was kicking his ass.

"Jesper texted me," he said, "He's asking if we mind if he brings an extra person."

"Jesper?" Nina asked, "With a date?"

Inej, the ever loving and gracious friend, smacked Nina's arm. The latter gasped dramatically and pretended to cradled her arm.

"Don't be rude. It's probably just some poor person Jesper wanted to drag along on an adventure," she shuddered and Kaz shook his head, "He does that too much."

"I agree, we should say no."

"What?" Inej interjected, even Nina raised an eyebrow at Kaz's suggestion, "Let them come it'll be fun. Maybe we can make a new friend!"

Kaz, however, did not see Inej's point.

Nevertheless, he texted Jesper and told him the stranger could come. The things he did for that girl.

Originally, Kaz met Nina junior year of highschool.

She had just moved from Ravka and they were paired together for a science project. The project was complex, it was meant to show an overall understanding of what they learned that year. The two extensively worked on it for two months and proudly presented it. Although they never became "friends" in highschool, both kept contact and Kaz even showed up at Nina's 18th birthday.

"Sorry I missed your sweet sixteen," he said as he handed Nina his gift, "I didn't realize those were an important thing to you." Kaz shrugged, Nina noticed, as he said the last part. I didn't realize those were an important thing to you. He cared, Nina realized that day, he acted like he didn't but he definitely did. Before she was sent to Ketterdam she was not the most popular kid on the playground. Friends were hard to make when you get singled out by someone many people look up to.

For Nina, Kaz was a breath of fresh air. Not that she would ever let him know that. He might get violent.

Behind them, the three could hear a car pulling up. Jesper's light blue Honda Civic parked poorly in a spot nearby. His face peeked over the roof of his car and he began wavely excitedly when he saw his friends. The passenger side door opened "Uhm, where are my keys?"

Kaz, who had been watching this for a second stepped up. In his fingers, the keys swung lazily.

"I'm driving."

Jesper groaned as Kaz forced him out of the truck. There was no arguing with a brick wall.

After Jesper almost ran into a dear, Kaz would not let Jesper drive in a car that he also was in. The group laughed and gossiped on the way to the watering hole, when they arrived Kaz was voted as designated Spot Finder. He was not swimming so he was tasked with finding a place for all their stuff and making sure it's not stolen.

ok im gonna edit this later and add im so sornee rn and CAN NOT breathe😭

[parkeryangs]

they don't want truth, just tell better lies

Arthur and Parker are on tour, and there's only one bed.

@malevolentaroweek day 1!!! (aromantic) romance tropes :) im very excited for this week, gonna be college band au drabbles all the way down

read on ao3!

[schnitzelsemmerl]

i love college/highschool AUs

[iri-lynx]

My college!AU Kaz design based on @polekands Crows College Fic 

[maydays-medbay]

Okay I saw this meme of dynamics with the characters wearing different pajamas. Now I need you to show us what the Six would wear of they needed pajamas.

P.C. Why do I feel that Halcyon sleeps naked 😩

Okay, so, we're going to assume we're talking human/college au here for simplicity's sake. I'm also mostly making these up as I go so who knows, might be subject to change Turncoat would probably sleep either naked or in like really fluffy/thicker clothes since he's kind of small and loses heat easily. Halcyon would probably sleep in just underwear (but go off, I can see the alternative) Serrous would absolutely sleep fully clothed. Like, dude seems to be the type to fall asleep in jeans and a T-shirt. Does not give a fuck

Also, definitely uses the military method for sleeping. Guaranteed

Paradigm would sleep in something comfortable, maybe something more on the lavish side if they're feeling fancy. Normally it's a breathable t-shirt and underwear though Reaver would also sleep in something comfortable, like a loose tank top, preferably on the thinner side. His size means he overheats easily, so he prefers to sleep in something thin and uses blankets if necessary. And finally we have Vyrox. Xe would absolutely take things seriously with xyr sleep schedule. I mean the absolute pinnacle of *beauty sleep*. I'm talking lavish nightgowns and those extravagant fabrics that are way out of the normal person's budget complete with a full ass routine. If it's not followed, they're super pissy the next morning.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

will we ever see what gardener and monster six when they were once human?

Probably? I have ideas for the two of them but nothing set in stone-

[tenderjock]

i'm your best nightmare [agent carter college au]

inspired by this post & i'm tagging @redvanillabee because i need more michaeljack in my life

: :

There's a man he doesn't know talking to Peggy when Michael gets back with their drinks. He gives the fellow a semi-automatic once-over: designer jeans, a rugby that's never seen a rugby pitch, and loafers with no socks. Typical preppy American university boy. Michael slides in next to Peggy and hands over her whiskey sour, which she takes without looking.

"This is my brother," she says. "Michael, this is Jack. We're in a class together." The implication, from her tone, being that she had hoped that they would never meet outside of that class. Jack does not acknowledge the introduction with even a glance.

"C'mon, it'll b'fun," he says - slurs, really. He's much too drunk to be hitting on Michael's little sister, or really to be doing anything other than sitting down and drinking water. Michael takes a slug from his own ale. "A lotta the other law students'll b'there."

"Not interested," Peggy says firmly.

Jack ponders that for an inebriated moment. "Is't okay if I ask your brother?" he asks, finally. Michael straightens up, surprised to be pulled into the conversation.

"Sure," she says.

Michael is transfixed as Jack turns to him. His eyes are a little bloodshot and they're definitely not tracking properly, but they are placed in a face that is - well, he's cute. And Michael has a track record of liking arrogant little maladjusted pricks.

Jack opens his mouth, then closes it. He sighs. "No," he says, shaking his head mournfully. "I am not drunk enough t'go for a dude. But," he points a finger in Michael's face, getting uncomfortably close to his nose, "You look like an angel."

Michael doesn't know what his face is doing. Peggy snorts.

"A'right," Jack says. He clasps both of them on the shoulder and dips his head forward. "I'll see you 'round, Carter. Carters." The plural seems to confuse him for a beat, then he recovers. "Adios, auf Wiedersehen, aloha!" He blows one of them - it's unclear which one - a kiss and stumbles away, narrowly missing the doorframe as he goes.

"Oh, Peggy," Michael says, watching him go. "I want one."

"You'd only break him," Peggy says, and takes a sip of her drink.

[thesolarangel]

A touch of cinnamon and spice

Chapter 5 (final)

summary: Just a long, smutty epilogue with some very soft winter fluff!

2.427 words · Rated: EXPLICIT · Please read the updated tags on AO3!

Read on AO3 here

Chapter 5 · 19th December 1987 

“It’s snowing!”

Steve’s voice had woken Eddie up and he felt the mattress under him dip in.

“Let’s go outside!” He sounded excited like a little kid. 

Eddie just mumbled into the pillow, not yet fully awake. He glanced over to the alarm clock: 6:37 am. 

“Baby, it’s too early…” he let out a soft sigh. “If I had known my boyfriend would be such an early bird…” He turned onto his other side and pulled the blanket over himself.

But when he didn’t hear Steve answer, he peeked up from under the blanket to see if something was wrong. Steve was standing by the foot of the bed, in the middle of putting on his pants, staring at Eddie with a surprised, but delighted expression.

“Boyfriend?” 

“Yeah… uuh, I know we haven’t talked about that yet, is that not–OOF!” But Steve had already thrown himself back onto the bed and was kissing Eddie.

…

After a soft make-out session that left both of them giggling and smiling from ear to ear, Steve still wanted to go outside.

It had snowed a lot the previous night and dense snowflakes were still falling as they walked onto the campus court, the snow crunching loudly under their feet. Eddie loved that sound. 

The snow was sticky and thick, the perfect kind of snow for building a snowman. Steve started rolling big snow globes and stacked them on top of each other. Eddie helped and quickly gathered sticks and pebbles for the mouth, eyes and nose.

Steve put both of his hands on his hips and grinned proudly at his accomplishment. Big snowflakes landed on his long lashes and melted on his rosy cheeks. Eddie couldn’t stop staring at him. 

His boyfriend. 

He had never met a more beautiful, kind, fun person and in the cold it was making Eddie feel immensely warm, heart pounding in his chest. 

“What?” Steve noticed he had been staring and looked at Eddie, a curious smile curling his lips.

“Nothing,” Eddie smirked. He bent down to gather a fistful of snow into his hand. Once Steve knew what he was doing, he formed a snowball himself while stepping backwards to gain some distance.

They threw their snowballs at the same time, Steve’s hit Eddie in the chest and Eddie’s missed by a long shot.

“Heyyy!” Eddie complained, but Steve just shot him a challenging grin.

They laughed, ran around and threw snowballs at each until they were out of breath.

Steve, the former high school sports pro, hit Eddie many times, whereas Eddie’s attempts mostly missed, but he wasn’t going to let that slide.

“Revenge!” He yelled as he lunged towards Steve, both arms open, a crazy grin on his face.

All Steve could do was shout “Eddie, no!” but Eddie was already tackling him into the snow with himself on top.

“Eddie, YES!”

Both of them laughed, lying in the snow, their hair and clothes wet, cheeks red and their breaths visible in the cold.

Overwhelmed with happiness and uncontrollably grinning, Eddie then pulled Steve into a soft kiss, smiling against his lips.

…

Giggling and trying not to trip over discarded jackets and shoes on the floor, Eddie let Steve maneuver them to the bed without breaking their kiss. His soft lips danced around Eddie’s in a slow and passionate way that pulled on Eddie’s heartstrings. He felt like his heart might burst out of his chest and he needed to be closer to Steve so badly. 

Steve took his time with undressing Eddie. He peeled his clothes away slowly, caressing and kissing every newly uncovered patch of bare skin. 

Eddie shivered under his touch. He let out small gasps and sighs as Steve explored his body. Steve was so gentle and savored him like they were about to part for months. 

He kissed the pale flesh of his shoulders, and scattered a few kisses over his tattooed chest and his stomach until he reached Eddie’s boxers. Steve pulled them down and began to kiss Eddie’s thighs while caressing his butt with his broad hands, ignoring his half-hard cock until Eddie whimpered with impatience.

“Stevie, please… I need you”, he begged.

Steve came up to capture Eddie’s mouth in a hungry kiss. Eddie wrapped his arms around him immediately and kissed back with equal enthusiasm. Steve’s hand wandered into his hair and when he broke the kiss, both of them were breathing heavily. Steve’s warm hazel eyes were gazing into the depths of Eddie’s big brown doe eyes with so much affection.

“Are we really doing this?” Steve whispered, a smile curling his lips.

“If you want to, yeah”, Eddie smiled back.

“You know I do”, Steve laughed.

“Awesome!” Eddie grinned giddily and lifted Steve’s shirt to pull it over his head. “Now let’s get rid of this!”

Eddie made short work with Steve’s shirt and pants, then he kissed along Steve’s soft stomach, down the alluring trail of dark hair to the rim of his boxers. He grazed his lips over Steve’s obvious bulge, making him gasp. Mouthing at his hard length through the cotton, Eddie teased him further, nudging at his cockhead with his tongue where Steve was already leaking through the fabric. He breathed in Steve’s wonderful scent and listened to the little noises he made. 

When he finally pulled down Steve’s boxers to reveal his perfect pink cock, Eddie let out a pleased groan.

“Finally, it’s just you and me, big boy.”

“Are you talking to my dick?” Steve let out a huffed laugh.

“Shhh…” 

Eddie licked one big stripe from Steve’s balls along his length to the glistening head, making Steve exclaim in pleasure.

“Fuuuuuck, Eds!”

He felt a hand slide into his hair, tugging it behind his ear. He looked up and their eyes met. Steve gazed at him through his long lashes, cheeks flushed, plush lips open. Eddie stared back at him with dark eyes and he grinned to himself. Steve wanted to watch. And if Steve wanted a show, he would give him a hell of a show.

Eyes fixed on Steve’s, Eddie went to work by wrapping his wet lips around Steve’s cockhead and licking gently over the sensitive glands with his expert tongue. 

With one hand, Eddie stroked his hard shaft and with the other, he began massaging Steve’s hairy firm balls. He took all of Steve in, his taste, scent, feeling, noises while burning this moment into his brain. Steve made the neediest sounds while being sucked off, Eddie couldn’t get enough of hearing his trembling voice through all of the sloppy, wet sounds he was making. His own cock was hard and leaking, begging for attention, but Eddie ignored it. 

He took Steve deep into the heat of his mouth once more, when Steve’s hand was suddenly pulling Eddie’s hair and he yelped.

“Eddie, Eds – stop!”

Eddie stopped immediately, his lips leaving Steve’s cock with a wet pop. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you okay?” he asked with a worried expression.

“You’re just a little too good at this, I don’t wanna come like this…” Steve admitted, his chest was heaving, but he was smiling at Eddie.

Eddie was relieved to hear that and raised a brow suggestively. “How do you wanna come, baby?”

“I… I wanna fuck you, is that okay?” Steve asked hopefully.

Eddie moaned as he let the image of being bent over and fucked by Steve take shape in his mind.

“Yes, please, Stevie…” Eddie came up to give his boyfriend a wet kiss on the lips. “I want you inside me”, he whispered into his ear in a low voice, making Steve blush furiously.

“It’s …um, it’s just that I’ve only ever been on the receiving end…” 

“I’m gonna talk you through it, sweetheart.” Eddie kissed his cheek and then dropped onto the bed next to him. “Lube and condoms are in the drawer,” he said and winked at Steve.

Only a few minutes later, Eddie was a writhing mess submitted to Steve’s control, praising and encouraging him. 

“You – you’re doing great, oh god, Stevie…”

“You like it?” Steve beamed at him and Eddie swore it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. This sweet, considerate boy was so determined to make him feel good, it made Eddie’s heart race and his dick harder, if that was even possible at this point. 

“I do, baby, but not as much as I’ll love taking your cock…” Eddie declared with a needy moan and it took all of his iron will not to come on Steve’s fingers alone. “Give me another, please?”

Steve pulled out to coat his fingers in more lube and then proceeded with three fingers. Eddie let out a long moan as Steve pushed in carefully.

“I’m ready, baby, please… I need you inside me”, Eddie was begging now.

Steve fumbled with the condom wrapper, but his hands were too slick from the lube, and it slipped from his grip.

“Dammit”, he cursed and blushed with embarrassment.

“Let me help you”, Eddie sat up and took the condom wrapper from Steve’s hand. With skilled hands he opened the wrapper and gently fit the condom on Steve’s achingly hard cock. He pumped him a few times, making Steve utter a broken and needy sound. 

“Go ahead, big boy”, Eddie purred and laid down comfortably on his back, legs spread and arms stretched out towards Steve to invite him in. Steve positioned himself over Eddie and took hold of his right hand. Eddie sighed a little when Steve laced their fingers together, it was such an intimate gesture, Eddie was laying there fully naked in a most vulnerable state and he was blushing.

Steve pushed inside carefully while gazing deeply into his boyfriend’s eyes.

Once he was fully inside, he let out a long moan and his eyes fluttered shut as he concentrated on not blowing his load right then and there. 

“You're so hot around me, Eds”, he groaned, his face was red and his eyes were heavy with lust as he stayed still to let Eddie adjust to his girth.

“You feel so good, oh my god”, Eddie moaned unrestrained, gripping Steve’s hand tighter. “Move, please… slowly, okay?”

Steve gave him a few experimental thrusts. A needy whine slipped past Eddie’s lips when he started to build up a steady pace, eyes still fixed on his boyfriend watching his every reaction.

“Is this okay?” Steve asked.

“Fuck yes, more than okay, baby, you’re doing so great”, Eddie babbled on.

Encouraged by Eddie’s praise, Steve fucked into him a little harder. He quickly found Eddie’s prostate, forcing a lewd sound out of his mouth when he drove into that exact spot.

“More…” Eddie begged beneath him. He was trembling not only from the physical pleasure, but from his intense feelings of affection for Steve, his unyielding gaze and the soft intimacy with which he fucked him. Eddie had never felt like this before.

Steve let go of Eddie’s hand to grip his waist with both hands and slammed into him once more. Both of them were panting and close to the edge.

Eddie’s cock was bouncing against his own stomach with every thrust. He wrapped his hand around it and pumped himself mercilessly until he was spilling all over his own stomach.

After another few rough thrusts Steve came hard, falling over the edge with a satisfied groan.

“You’re incredible, Stevie, you know that?” Eddie beamed at him and Steve smiled back. “Come here” Eddie stretched out a hand and pulled him into a soft kiss.

Eddie reluctantly let go of Steve so he could get rid of the condom. Steve came back with a warm washcloth and cleaned both of them up before getting back into bed with Eddie. 

With Eddie as the big spoon and his lips still on Steve’s neck where he was kissing him before, they fell asleep cuddling…

… a week later: December 25th 1987

Christmas Day approached a lot faster than expected and all of them were about to go home to their families. Eddie was getting a ride with Jonathan, since his family lived close to where Uncle Wayne lived in Indiana. Steve had his own car and would drive Robin and Nancy home as well.

“This is for you”, Eddie held out his hand. They were standing at the trunk of Jonathan’s car, ready to leave.

Steve took the tape from his hand. It read “For Stevie” with a little heart on it. “You made me a mixtape!” Steve exclaimed happily.

“Gonna convert you into a full blown metalhead, I thought you would have guessed that by now” Eddie joked, giving him a wide grin. “You said you liked the Metallica song I played for you… so I put that one on there and a few others…”

“Thank you so much…” Steve’s gaze was soft and he glanced at Eddie’s lips as if he was going to kiss him.

Eddie gently grabbed the collar of Steve’s coat and pulled him closer. Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist and looked at him, expectantly. When Eddie finally closed the last few inches of distance between them by sealing their lips in a soft kiss, Steve sighed against his mouth and kissed back longingly.

Eddie poured his heart into that kiss. They were going to see each other again in just a week, but right now, when his chest was so full of affection and his hands were clutching Steve’s jacket, he didn’t want to let him go.

When Steve broke the kiss, Eddie leaned towards him, trying to follow Steve’s lips, but then he opened his eyes and saw Steve look at him lovingly.

“Call me a lot, okay?” Eddie whispered and rested his forehead against Steve’s.

“Of course I will, baby,” Steve smiled.

“I’ll miss you”, Eddie confessed.

“I’ll miss you, too.” And with that Steve pulled him into a firm hug and Eddie nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck and breathed in his cinnamon-y and woodsy scent. Their embrace lasted several heartbeats long and Steve stroked his hand over Eddie’s back.

They would have stood there, hugging, for a while if Jonathan hadn’t called them.

“Alright, lovebirds, let’s go, my mom is expecting me for dinner!” Jonathan yelled from the car. He had cranked down the window and stuck his head out.

Eddie gave Steve one last kiss, squeezed his hand, got into the car and hoped the next few days would go by in a heartbeat… 

THE END.

And HERE is some cute winter-Steddie fanart that goes perfectly with my scene, thanks so much for the inspiration @fernandesart ❤️

here is the mixtape that Eddie made for Steve:

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