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i feel like high school/middle school sitcoms set the unrealistic expectation of being able to have lunch time outside

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31 july 1981, a special day in a little family

Happy birthday, little Harry

You're so surrounded by love. It will save you more than once!

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what if remus kisses sirius haha how weird would that be

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Baby making procedures

Steddie | Explicit | 5.2k | ao3 | Steve wants to have a baby and Robin and Eddie would do anything for him

Eddie looks with a half amused smile on his lips as Steve throws himself on the couch with a groan, his face buried into the cushions. Robin, her legs now under Steve’s own, rests her beer on Steve’s thigh.

“Date went well?” Robin asks, even though Eddie and her already know the answer. They exchange an amused look when Eddie reaches over from his seat to open a beer for Steve.

Steve lets out another groan and starts squirming to sit up, making Robin have to move her beer and hand up to avoid getting kneed and spilling everything. When he is finally up, his legs under him as he sits next to robin on the couch, he sends an annoyed look to both Robin and Eddie before he reaches forward to get the beer from Eddie’s offering hand.

“We broke up.” Steve says with a scowl. Steve sounds frustrated, and a part of Eddie feels for him. Just a small part, though, because the rest of him can’t stop the smile on his face and the relieved feeling every time Steve comes home after every failed date. You can’t blame a guy for being happy because the guy he has had a crush on (and been in love with, if he doesn’t lie) on and off for ten years is completely single again. Specially not now when his crush is back at its height.

“Is it-“ Steve starts, but he stops to take a drink, “Is it so difficult to find someone good for me?” Eddie has a candidate in mind, but he won’t share it. He hasn’t before and he won’t now.

Robin pats Steve’s knee with a sympathetic smile. She turns it towards Eddie for a second, but he ignores it in favour of taking some chips from the coffee table to shove in his mouth. He’s pretty sure Robin has clocked at some point in these 10 years, but she has never mentioned beyond a few knowing looks and Eddie won’t either.

“I’m sure you will find the one, some people just take a bit longer before getting with who they are meant to. Sometimes the best option is closer than you think.”

“Robin,” Steve says, his voice flat. Eddie doesn’t look at him, he focuses on the chips.

“What happened this time?” Robin asks.

“She didn’t want to have children, like- at all.” Steve’s voice is back to a complaining whine.

Aaaaaaand that’s why Eddie won’t share his candidacy. He can’t give Steve what he wants for the future. Sure, it makes it hurt more when Steve dates other men because if Eddie let Steve go because of it, then no other man can take his place. Eddie knows that there is no other man that would care about Steve as much as he does, but he refuses to be the reason Steve has to let go of his dream life.

“You brought up having children in your third date?” Robin asks. Eddie agrees with the sentiment, Steve can be too forward.

“I’m already 31 Robin! I thought by now I would already be married, have at least two children! I have to be quick with this, can’t waste time in people without the same goals as me. But no, I’m stuck having first dates with people that are just not right and I just want a child.”

No wonder Steve can’t keep a partner, if this is his what he is pitching on the third date. Actually, no. Eddie can’t wrap his head around the fact that some people willingly give up Steve Harrington and won’t do anything to stay with him. This girl is demented, if you ask Eddie, saying no to having children with Steve when you could give them to him? Eddie wishes he knew her name to curse her properly, but she appeared a couple weeks ago just as fast as she has disappeared now.

Eddie knows he will say something stupid if he opens his mouth, so he tries to stay away from the conversation by stuffing his face with chips.

“Maybe I should just marry the first girl that says yes to my plan, even if she is and idiot.” Steve muses.

“Dingus, you can’t marry someone just because you want a baby. Maybe wait a few more dates before you bring it up?”

Eddie nods in agreement.

“But everyone leaves when I bring up children or moving in with you guys!” Eddie pauses. Wait, what. “It’s just easier to weed them out early so I don’t waste time.”

“I told you that you didn’t pitch the idea of moving in correctly.”

“As if you had much more luck.”

“My situation was not the same, she just didn’t want to live with two men.”

Jesus Christ, is Eddie the only one that has thought about moving out? Don’t get him wrong, he loves living with his best friends, that’s why he has been doing it for ten years, -from even before they were best friends, and this was just a convenient arrangement in a smaller apartment close to Robin’s university-  but he always thought it was temporary, just them sharing their lives before Steve inevitably found his perfect girl and moved with her to live his perfect life with children. Robin doing something similar, of course. But now it seems that Steve and Robin had been trying to get their partners to move in with them.

It makes Eddie feel worse about his attempt at moving out a month ago.

He had been dating a guy from the gym Steve had forced him to sign up to. They had met one of the days Steve’s and his schedules had not lined up and he had gone alone. The guy had approached him and asked him where his partner was and at first Eddie had thought that he was interested in Steve but no, a clarification of who the guy was interested in and that Steve and he were not dating and the guy was asking for his number after joking that he was stealing him from Steve.

Eddie had given him his number, they started dating, but he was having a bit of a hard time trying to deal with his feelings for his boyfriend and his residual feelings for Steve, always there at the back of his mind, in the deepest parts of his heart. So, he had decided that the best course of action was to get some distance from Steve’s intoxicating and sometimes overwhelming presence and, because he was a coward, he had decided that the way to do that was to silently move out.

He knew that he couldn’t just tell Steve and Robin that he was moving out, they would protest, get sad, and Eddie couldn’t see them getting sad, he would have caved in immediately, so he just packed a bag while they were out, went to his boyfriend’s place and stayed there. It was going well – except from the fact that Eddie was missing Steve like crazy – for about a week. Until someone had started pounding on the door at night, and when Eddie had opened the door, Steve was there, demanding to know why Eddie had not been home or called them in a week. Saying that if Eddie’s boyfriend had told him to cut contact with his friends that was a massive danger sign and he should break up with him immediately and really, Eddie, Steve had told him not to date any guys from the gym for this very reason, they are all toxic.

Eddies boyfriend had not liked that display, they had fought, they had broken up, and Eddie had come back to the apartment with no sadness about his breakup and a rekindled crush on his best friend, who had decided to unknowingly make the biggest romantic gesture anyone had ever done for Eddie -apart from Steve himself saving his life from the upside down all those years before-. Or maybe that was Eddie’s feelings about Steve coming to get him, wet from the rain with his hair and eyes wild, talking.

“Well, do you have a different way to do it?” Steve is saying, unaware of Eddie’s thoughts.

“It’s almost the 21st century! There are a lot of single parents out there, you would be a fantastical single father, you don’t need some random girl.”

“Yeah, well. Women, maybe. I can’t really have a baby on my own, just in case you couldn’t remember.”

They sit in silence for a few seconds, Steve with a pout on his face, Robin with a meditative look and Eddie trying really hard not to bring attention to himself.

“Okay, so-“ Robin starts, and Steve looks up at her. “You know how we have this queer platonic co-living situation going on and it’s really good, it works, we are very happy living like this?” she asks. Steve nods. “And we are not getting any younger and you think we are running out of time to form a ‘real family’ of our own, whatever that means.” Steve nods, his pout now fully back. “But that’s like, bullshit, we have a family here, we are only missing that you want children and I think I want children and, if you think about it, we have all the parts necessary for it?”

Eddie’s hand pauses halfway to his mouth, a chip held between his fingers. Robin can’t be saying what he thinks she is saying.

“What are you saying?” Steve asks.

“I’m just saying that we could have a little communal baby,” Robin drops it like it’s nothing.

Jesus H Christ. Eddie was not prepared for this. He was prepared to spend the night hanging out with Robin while they waited for Steve to come back from his date, maybe drink too much and feel sorry for himself if Steve ended up not coming back to their apartment, lament about his years long pathetic crush that he should be over already but refuses to leave. He was ready to console Steve if his date had not gone well but now… now they are talking about having a baby?

“Are you serious?” Steve asks, his eyes focused on Robin.

Robin nods, “yeah.” Steve lets out an incredulous, happy laugh and moves to face Robin better. Eddie can’t move, he can only look from one to the other, unbelieving.

“That would be- that would be perfect! Just the baby and… us…” He trails off, still looking at Robin. She returns his look and they keep their eyes locked into each other’s for a few seconds of silence that feel like an eternity to Eddie, his eyes flying between the two. And then, in a second, they both turn towards Eddie at the same time in the freakiest way possible.

“What,” Eddie deadpans.

“You are part of this queer platonic co-living situation,” Robin explains, as if Eddie was not very aware of it.

“So?”                                                                                                               

“So, do you want to have a baby with us?”

Robin is the one who says it, but Eddie has his eyes fixed on Steve. His eyes wide, with that sad downturn of his. Eddie never stood a chance against those eyes.

“Sure.”

“You don’t have to if you-“ Steve starts.

“No, no. I’ve always dreamed about having a communal baby with my queer platonic best friends and roommates, what are you talking about?”

Robin snorts, but Eddie does not pay attention to her, too focused on Steve’s face full of joy in answer.

The rest of the night is filled with beers, excited conversations about toys and baby names between Steve and Robin and Eddie still not understanding what the fuck just happened.

****

Eddie doesn’t believe he can be blamed for thinking that the baby conversation was just a way of cheering Steve up after a bad date, a crazy idea that they would never speak of again more than in a joking manner. So, it’s not his fault he chokes on his coffee and spills it everywhere when Robin announces, “I’m ovulating in three days,” while Eddie was trying to enjoy a calm breakfast at their round table.

Steve perks up between them, paying no mind to him fighting for his life between coughs right next to him.

“Are we really doing this?”

“I’m in if you are in.” Robin says with a smile.

They break out in excited chatter that Eddie doesn’t pay attention to, too busy wiping the coffee from the table in front of him. They really are here, sitting at their square table, discussing having a baby. Again.

When he finishes cleaning as best as he can, he finally speaks, interrupting whatever the platonic soulmates were saying.

“So, how are you doing this? Steve jizzes in a mug and Robin turkey blasters herself?”

“Gross, Eddie, I’m not a turkey,” Robin says with a disgusted look in front of him.

“Yeah Eddie, she’s not a turkey,” Steve backs her up with a mirror disgusted look.

“Well sorry for assuming,” Eddie puts his hands up. “Didn’t think you two were going to go the traditional way and just fuck.”

His words are met with more disgusted protests and sounds.

“We are doing this the right way,” Robin finally says when they are finished protesting. “Steve comes in a mug and I use a syringe. I read that the results are better like that.”

“Oh!” Steve says, excited. “You have to make yourself come too, I read that women are more likely to conceive if they have orgasmed.” Eddie is pretty sure he is directly quoting someone else’s words. Also, they have read about this. They did not dismiss it like Eddie did. They were serious about it, they have been preparing for it.

He should have expected they wouldn’t let it go. He has known them for ten years, he should have known.

“Where did you read that, dingus? In a book written a century ago?”

“It’s worth a shot! A little orgasming never hurt anyone.” He says it with a teasing smile. Robin hits him about it.

“Don’t say it like that!”

“Also, you said it wrong,” Steve says when Robin has calmed down a little. Robin looks at him with a confused frown. “You said I come in a mug.” Steve’s eyes dart to Eddie for a second when he says it, and Eddie watches as realisation downs on Robin’s face.

“How else would you do it?” Eddie asks, his confusion getting the best of him. A part of his brain tells him he is not prepared for the answer to that.

“We said the baby was going to be the three of ours,” Robin says it like a question after a few seconds of intense eye contact with Steve. She says it like she is easing Eddie into accepting a new ridiculous idea they have had. “So you need to participate.”

Eddie needs the second of silence that follows those words to process them.

“And how the fuck would I participate? Do you want me holding the syringe? Or jerking our Steve here off?” Eddie’s brain must be off, that’s the only explanation, he wouldn’t otherwise been able to utter those words. Steve takes a deep breath between Robin and him, but Eddie very resolutely does not turn to him.

Eddie is not sure if he should be thankful or not about only having three days to prepare himself for this. He feels like he should have had more time to get his mind used to the idea that he was going to jerk off in the same room as Steve. At the same time as him. Fuck Vecna, this is the scariest thing Eddie has ever had to face.

Robin extends a hand forward on top of the table so it rests just in front of Eddie. “Think of it as a Russian Roulette baby.”

****

He also knows that if he had more time, he may have made a run for it. Say some excuse about Wayne having an emergency so he had to go back to Hawkins for some time and just never coming back, or at least not until the baby was done or this idea was forgotten. (It wouldn’t have worked, he knows Steve would have insisted on coming with him, the fucker.) He is still thinking about it now as he stands in the middle of his room, eyeing the window and wondering if he can climb out of his fifth-floor window without killing himself, waiting for Steve to come with a mug they can use to come in. It’s surreal, Eddie still can’t wrap his head around it.

The door opens, and Eddie turns to look at Steve coming in and closing the door behind himself.

“Robin is in her room,” he says. Eddie nods. That was the plan. Robin in her room and them in his, because Steve’s shares a wall with hers and it was already too weird knowing that all of them were jerking off at the same time without hearing it.

Eddie’s eyes are fixed on Steve’s hands, or, more accurately, on what they are holding.

“That’s the mug we are using?”

“Oh, uh- yeah. I figured it was the best choice, Robin never uses it,” Steve says. Of course she doesn’t, because it’s a ridiculous thing Eddie had bought for Steve years ago that Robin still complains about having to see in their kitchen. Does she know that’s the mug Steve has chosen? Did she approve this? Or was this entirely Steve’s choice as Robin will only see the syringe?

“You use it,” Eddie answers, his voice barely more than a whisper. And- great, now he is going to remember this every time he sees Steve eating cereal out of it. It is a bit fucked up that he finds it hot. He is a bit fucked up.

“Yeah but I’ve boiled it, it’s totally clean, safe to use.” Eddie was not worried about that part of it, more so of the after but sure, let Steve think he is actually thinking about the safety of their little experiment.

“You could have gotten one of those plastic cups they give you for piss tests.”

“Well, it’s a bit late now for that.” Steve sounds annoyed but Eddie recognizes it as him being upset, maybe a bit self-conscious. He didn’t want to upset him, he is just nervous himself. Steve moves Eddie’s chair so it’s halfway between them and puts the mug down on it. “Look, man if-“

“How do we do this?” Eddie interrupts him, finally looking up from the mug and into Steve’s face. “Should we get naked? Would that be weird?”

Eddie sees – and feels – Steve’s eyes look him over. From his dishevelled hair to his Motörhead shirt, his sweatpants and his bare feet. Eddie looks away from Steve’s mouth where he has started biting his lip and to his body. He is wearing one of Eddie’s shirts, a habit he got very early into their living together when he claimed that they were just comfier to wear at home than his, softer, and that none of Eddie’s boyfriends had ever liked. Eddie should be used to the sight, but he can’t help the way it still gets him hot, specially paired with the shorts Steve is currently wearing.

Fuck. How is Steve even hotter at 31 than he was at 20? How is that fair?

Eddie can’t stop his deep breath or his dick from chubbing up when Steve cups himself under his gaze.

“We should start…” Steve starts saying, but trails off, as if he needs an excuse, as if Eddie didn’t know what’s coming.

“Yeah,” Eddie answers, his hand moving to the front of his pants too, finding himself already hardening. In his defence, it’s been a long three days. Steve and Robin had read something about the chances of conceiving being higher if the guy hadn’t cum in three or four days, so Eddie and Steve had been put into a mandated three days of abstinence. It should have been fine, Eddie is not twenty anymore, he doesn’t need to jerk off as often. But knowing that he was going to do this with Steve at some point… It really made not getting horny and jerking off hard.

Steve takes a step forward so he is almost on top of the mug. “You need to get closer, don’t want you to miss the target.”

Eddie mirrors Steve’s move. “I may not be a jock, but I know how to point my dick to come inside where I want to.”

Steve lets out a strong huff, but he doesn’t say anything.

Eddie knows that it’s normal in certain circles to fool around with your friends. He has gotten surprised looks from guys at bars when he said that no, he has never even kissed his hot bisexual friend. Has had to shut down a few that asked for threesomes (as attractive as the idea was).

He has almost kissed him a few times, if he is honest. Some days when he thought that Steve could feel the same as him, that they could work out as more than friends, but then he got scared, Steve got another date, and Eddie let him go. Kissing Steve, fooling around with him just for fun was never an option, Eddie knew, more than anything, that that would break him more than never doing it at all.

The fact that he is doing this now just shows that he cares more about Steve’s happiness than being broken.

“Do you need porn?” Steve asks between breaths, maybe because Eddie has barely moved. He is getting properly worked out now, and Eddie can’t tear his gaze from the way he is tenting his shorts, his hand stroking himself through them.

Steve pulls his pants down, just enough to free his dick.

Fuck, not getting naked then.

“Yeah, no.” How could he look at porn when he has that sight in front of him.

Eddie feels a strong wave of desire go through him and pool deep inside him.  He knows he is rock hard now.

Steve has his dick out in front of him. Eddie is looking at Steve’s flushed hard dick right in front of him and it’s better than any fantasy he could have come up with. He can hear his deep breaths. He can almost feel them, they are so close.

Eddie looks as Steve gathers his precome and uses it to make the slide easier in a long stroke. This is better than any wet dream he has ever had, and he’s had a lot with Steve as the main character. And then Steve is spitting on his dick and yeah, nope, Eddie has to hold himself hard to not come on the spot, bite his lip to not let out a very embarrassing moan. He hasn’t even gotten his dick out of his pants.

If Eddie didn’t know better, he would say that Steve is putting on a show. The spit, the way his hand is moving on his dick. Slow, playing with the head with a pinch and a gasp before he gives himself a long stroke again… But Eddie knows better, this is just a mean to an end.

Eddie closes his eyes, because if he keeps looking at Steve he will blow his load in seconds and what would Steve think of him if that happens.

The darkness gives him courage to finally reach inside his pants and take his dick out, give himself a few strokes to release some of the tension. He gathers the precome at his head to make the slide easier. Fuck, he is so wet already. He had been worried when Robin had told him that they couldn’t use lube, but it seems like it won’t be a problem at all with how much he is leaking. Steve’s breath hitches in front of him, and Eddie wonders what did he do to himself to make that sound.

Eddie does not open his eyes to check. He continues stroking himself, focusing on his own dick and his own pleasure as much as he can. It’s difficult, his awareness of Steve in front of him too high, but for a few minutes it’s only his hand on his dick, the wet sounds of two dudes jerking off in a room, and Steve’s glorious ragged breaths across from him.

This is okay, Eddie thinks that he can survive this. At least if this takes in one try and they don’t have to do it ever again.

And then something else touches his dick. Something wet.

Eddie opens his eyes before he can think better of it, just to be met with the sight of Steve’s dick touching his dick. They are touching tips. Eddie can’t keep the moan supressed this time. He’s so loud he almost misses Steve’s gasp.

He looks up, expecting Steve to have his eyes closed too, expecting this to be an accident that happened only because they are so close to each other, not wanting to miss the mug. He was not expecting to see Steve’s eyes wide open as he stares at their dicks. The knowledge that this was probably intentional on Steve’s part almost makes him come on the spot.

Steve must feel his eyes on him, or he must be wondering why Eddie’s hand stopped moving, because he looks up, his eyes meeting Eddie’s.

“Eddie,” Steve whispers.

Eddie doesn’t have time to react, to answer, before Steve’s left hand is on his nape, pulling him forward. Their lips crash in an uncoordinated kiss. Too fast, too hard, but Steve is not stopping. His lips are moving against Eddie’s, insistent, and Eddie lets himself be kissed.

A hand, Steve’s hand, bullies Eddie’s off his cock, and then replaces it. Eddie can’t help but let out a loud moan against Steve’s mouth. He can’t even think about what is happening, his brain has turned into mush, a horny and overwhelmed mush. He only knows Steve’s hand around him, stroking him.

“I don’t want a platonic baby with you,” Steve says against his lips. Eddie lets out a confused sound that quickly turns into a moan when Steve steps closer and grabs both of their dicks at the same time with his big hand.

“Not platonic,” Steve continues between kisses and breaths. “Not with you.” He lets out a moan as he squeezes the heads of their dicks, Eddie mirroring him. “You almost left me.”

Eddie tries to shake his head as best as he can, even when he did try to leave.

“I am so in love with you I was happy to just be your friend but you were going to leave me.”

Steve’s voice is ragged, and Eddie wonders how can he form sentences like that when his own brain is struggling just to understand them. He still doesn’t get what is going on, but he is shaking his head and his hands have come up to cling to Steve’s sides.

“You are not leaving me again, right?”

There is vulnerability in the way that he says it, and Eddie, even through the fog in his mind, knows that he can’t let it exist.

“No, never.” He reaches up with his hands to hold Steve’s head. It’s probably disgusting, his right hand still covered in precum, but he can’t find himself caring.

Steve’s hand speeds and Eddie knows he is close. Steve’s hand around him, his dick against him, the wet slide of his precum mixed with Steve’s, their shared breaths and lips against each other. Eddie never had a chance lasting long, but Steve seems to be there with him.

“We are going to be together,” Steve is saying. Eddie can feel the words against his lips. “No more dates with others. No one between us.”

“Yes, yes,” Eddie agrees with a new moan. In this moment, he would agree to anything Steve said. He already does, but that’s not the point.

“Just you and me.”

That does it.

“Ste-“ Eddie manages to say as warning.

Steve is quick. Eddie looks down as Steve steps away and grabs the mug with one hand and Eddie’s dick with the other, pointing it so he comes inside it. Eddie looks as his cum pools inside the mug, Steve’s hand around him.

Steve lifts the mug, just a bit, and Eddie suddenly has the image of him bringing it to his lips to drink. The thought alone makes his dick let out a new, final spurt of come.

Steve’s hand leaves his dick – a travesty, really. It looked perfect there, it should never leave. – and Eddie’s head is fuzzy from his orgasm, from the feeling of Steve against him, but he has enough sense to reach forward to grab Steve’s dick himself before he can. He can’t appreciate the weight of it in his hand at the moment, the smoothness, how wet it is. When he tries to get a good feel of it, Steve’s hand wraps around his. Probably too impatient and close to let Eddie take his time admiring him.

Steve moves Eddie’s hand in fast movements, and Eddie wants to tell him to slow down, take his time, enjoy himself, but the still working corner of his brain is telling him that they have a goal to fulfil.

Steve doesn’t take long to come. Eddie sees the moment it happens in the way he opens his mouth in a groan, his eyebrows scrunching up. He quickly looks down to see Steve’s come joining his. He may become immediately obsessed with the sight of it.

Eddie wants to taste it.

It has a more important purpose though. Maybe in the future.

“Steve,” Eddie says. He can barely stay standing up. He just wants to kiss Steve again, to lay down with him in his bed, to ask him if he meant all the things he said.

Steve looks up at him, their eyes meeting each other.

“IF YOU GUYS ARE FINISHED, I NEED THE BABY JUICE,” Robin’s voice comes from all the way to her room.

Steve curses, leaves the mug on Eddie’s table, and scrambles to get its contents into the syringe while Eddie stays there, looking at him. At some point into Steve struggling with the syringe Eddie finally snaps out of it and reaches forward to tuck Steve back into his pants. It may be the most intimate moment Eddie has shared with someone. Or maybe it’s his feelings interfering with his objectivity again.

Before he leaves, Steve gives Eddie a quick kiss, his hand cradling his face, but gone too soon for Eddie to really answer to him. Steve smiles at him before he goes through the door.

“Robs! The three-bedroom with the small backyard is going to be enough,” Steve is saying as he walks away from Eddie’s room.

Eddie feels like he’s been tricked somehow, but he can’t bring himself to care as he throws himself down face up on his bed.

He turns to look at the mug. It can’t have all fit into the syringe, right?

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A Familiar Face in the Mirror

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Steve's dad is a dick.

This isn’t something new, he’s been subjected to this aggravating fact his whole life. What is new is the grey hair sprouting from the hairline adjacent to his temples, the creak in his bones, and the wrinkles budding on his face. His dad didn’t have smile lines though.

It’s become hard to look at himself these days. It’s pathetic. He’s fought literal monsters but draws the line at a mirror? What the hell has happened to him? Age, he guesses. That’s what happened. It’s been almost 30 years since he had to face horrors of alternate dimensions, and now he has to face the horrors of an aging man.

He loves thinking about the fact that they made it this far, he has the chance to experience this time of his life that used to doubt would happen for him. But day by day he watches himself transform into the man that only looked at Steve when he screwed up, and then it would get bad. Now, he knows logically that he is nothing like his father, but it’s hard to accept the face that hurt him as his own.

“What’s goin’ on?” He feels the familiar warmth of his husband brush behind him, a hand slowly trailing along his waist as he passes, as he watches Eddie drift to the counter space next to him. It’s a slow morning when Steve chooses to be cruel to himself, staring directly in the mirror at the face he spent his life hating. 

“Nothing, just tired this morning.” Steve rubs a hand down his face, wiping the agitated wrinkles from his forehead and the family resemblance from his features. He turns to face Eddie who is grabbing his toothbrush from the holder in front of the large mirror.

Eddie doesn’t pause his movement but shoots a tired glance at Steve, his eyes still foggy with sleep. Steve leans sideways against the counter, decidedly not looking at his reflection.

“Is this about your little silver surfers again? You’ve been getting them since you started hanging out with Dustin, it’s no different now.” As he falls into his well rehearsed spiel about Steve ‘not yet falling into the inevitable curse of time’ Steve mentally gears up to push back, their usual dance.

This time however, he can’t. It’s not really about the greying hair or sagging skin, but those are the markings of his fear. It’s about everything. It’s about the fact that he’s exactly like his father. Steve just lets out an exasperated sigh, much too worn for the day to have barely begun, and returns to their bedroom.

“Steve? Come on, man, what’s with the mood?” Eddie’s words are garbled by the toothbrush now hanging out of his mouth as he trails behind his husband, “You were feeling just fine earlier.”

“Kinda hard to be in a bad mood when you get a morning blow-job.” He drawls with a crabby tone that admittedly ruins his point.

“Did a great job of that then, didn’t it?” He still somehow managed to out-compete Steve for sarcastic quips like when they were young. Eddie takes the toothbrush out of his mouth and jogs back into the bathroom to spit.

Steve expertly conceals his chuckle and continues on his path. Making it into the bedroom he heads straight for the dresser, he just needs to get this day started already. It’s worse when he has nothing to do, nothing to occupy himself. He’s taken after his father in that way too. It’s sick.

“Sweatheart, please, what’s up?” Eddie leans on the door to their room, toothbrush still in his mouth.

“Leave it alone, please.” It’s not a serious request, and they both know it.

“Since when have I been known to not be incessantly annoying when it comes to you?” 

He’s met with a Steve patented eye roll as the man begins to lay out a shirt, baggier than he may have worn at one point. His body seemed softer now, even with the same upkeep.

“You’re saying a whole lot of nothing, go brush your teeth and then come back to me.” With a dismissive flick of his hand Eddie wordlessly walks out and returns a moment later.

“You know you’re like the hot kind of old, right?” He says, hanging off the door frame.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I mean, you look just as beautiful as the day I met you!” He punctuates with an exaggerated wink, making his way over to his husband.

“You hated me in middle school.” Steve says in an incredulous shake of his head, barely containing his grin now.

“I had a fiery passion toward you.” Eddie explained like it was obvious.

After a moment, still able to be caught off guard after all the years, Steve can only muster a disbelieving “Gross.” Still not turning to face the other man.

“You love it.” Eddie snakes his hands around Steve’s waist from behind, holding him close and rocking the pair gently side to side. They fall into a comfortable silence.

It lasts a long moment, too long for Steve to bring it back up. But he does it anyway.

“I don’t.”

“What was that?” Eddie’s face stays tucked in Steve’s neck, his words reverberating off his skin.

“I don’t look as good as when you met me.” His tone is joking but his eyes stay cast downward. Steve turns around in Eddie’s loosening hold, Steve planting hands on his partner’s arms.

“I believe I said beautiful.” Eddie responds with a head tilt.

“Well you’re just out of your mind.”

“I think I’m my sanest when I think about you.”

“You’re disgustingly sappy.” Steve leans away, making proper eye contact for the first time.

“You’re incredibly handsome.” Eddie leans in, their lips teasingly close. But they just stay like that.

They find a peaceful silence once again as the noise of the gentle morning streams in through their open window. Steve’s used to this dynamic by now, they take turns being dramatically in love and the other acting bashfully uninterested. This scene is commonplace, so why does it feel so different?

“I look like my dad.”

“That’s not the dirty talk I was expecting.”

Steve can’t even respond, just letting out a half-chuckle half-groan and pushing his face into Eddie’s shoulder.

“Is that what this all is about?” Eddie says with a light smile on his face.

A drawn out, “Yeah.” Is the response, still buried in the fabric of Eddie’s shirt.

Eddie just moves one of his hands up to the back of Steve’s head, and starts rocking the two of them again. It’s slow and soft and Steve feels himself sink against his lover. The two of them rhythmically sway to only the beat of their hearts, touching through the layers of bone, skin, and clothes. 

He realizes something then, his father never had this. And for that he pities the man.

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Still fuming we didn’t get Steve at any point throughout the seasons in this outfit. In my opinion one of his best outfits and it’s for a coca-cola advert 😭😭

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Some more soft Lumax content 🙏🏽

Please don’t repost without permission! :)

Edit: Btw my commissions are open if anyone is interested! Message me for more info and prices (:

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royal knight sirius x sheep farmer remus ✨

The story behind this illustration is royal knight Sirius going on patrol and stumbling upon sheep farmer Remus in a neighboring small village. He feels drawn to him as soon as he lays eyes on the scars that adorn his gentle face.

In this universe I imagined, werewolves do exist, as do witches. I wanted to add some fairytale elements and magic into it. So, because of his condition, Remus lives as a secluded life as possible, the only person close to him is Lily, a witch who helps him through the full moons by brewing potions that let Remus keep control of his mind during transformation.

Sirius on the other hand is the King James' personal knight, and thrives in the opulent palace life. He feels endless loyalty to his king and can't leave his duties behind.

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Rules: You will be given a word. Share a snippet from a WIP for every letter in that word, then tag some friends and give them a new word.

@oh-stars tagged me and gave me the word MONSTER

M

My world was completely my own up until this point, my sibling entertained me with stories, my dad brought me fun trinkets from work, my mom helped me through panic attacks. I couldn’t find anything other than uncomfort within myself at the sight of my mother with her head between her knees.

O

“Oh, what so the crowbar at your feet is just a fashion accessory like that pretty little hairband of yours?” He’s halfway in the van with one foot in and a hand ready to hoist himself up, but chooses to rather make jabs at Eddie like a mean schoolgirl.

N

Now, he knows logically that he is nothing like his father, but it’s hard to accept the face that hurt him as his own.

S

Steves dad is a dick.

This isn’t something new, he’s been subjected to this aggravating fact his whole life. What is new is the grey hair sprouting from the hairline adjacent to his temples, the creak in his bones, and the wrinkles budding on his face. His dad didn’t have smile lines though.

T

Tommy’s been good at keeping quiet about, well, everything. What good can come out of telling people? Everyone finding out he’s just some freak raised in a sheltered group home with other kids that are just as big of freaks as he is?

E

“El, get in the car.” He speaks again with a soft but assertive voice, a stark contrast to the murder weapon he’s handling right now. The girl –El– doesn’t break eye contact with Eddie while she carefully maneuvers herself into the passenger seat, still trying to watch from the window.

R

‘Raj’ and ‘Nav’ seem obviously related, same features, hair, everything apart from their eyes with Nav’s being green and more down-turned rather than sharp and brown. She even appeared to be wearing some of his clothes, an oversized flannel swallowing her shoulders.

I have no other writing friends to tag :(

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WIP Word Game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share a snippet from a WIP for every letter in that word, then tag some friends and give them a new word.

@just-my-latest-hyperfixation tagged me with the word CURSED.

Snippets are from Doe & a Drop of Golden Sun

C

Christopher heads straight for the living room, shuffling forward as if he’s dragging his body along. “Wake me up in two days,” he grumbles, dropping the bag he had draped over one shoulder in the middle of the floor.  This kid.

U

Usually that’s enough to ease some of her worries, to get her to settle, but not tonight, not now. Dorothy bursts into tears, grabbing onto the sleeve of his shirt and tugging. “Please don’t go,” she says again, words lost to her sorrow.

R

Right. The firehouse is still functioning and the locker room rarely has no one in it, especially not this close to shift change. Fuck, he’s messing up already. He’s going to traumatize her more before he can get an idea as to what happened in the first place.

S

She huffs and glares forward, tired eyes scanning the area. It takes her a moment, as they inch forward, but everything clicks into place when she spots him. “Eddie!” Dorothy pats at Buck’s hand. “Faster, Daddy, I want to hug him!”  “We’re going, we’re going,” he says, “hold on tight.” Buck transfers the bag over to Athena carefully without stopping. Once he’s free of the extra weight, Buck picks up speed to a light jog to get them moving without going too fast. He’s not about to knock his kid out of her chair, not when she’s so fragile. But he also needs to get as close to Eddie as physically possible right now. They both do. 

E

Eddie rubs at his neck. “I’ll grab the air mattress. We can camp out here. How does that sound, sweetheart?”  Dorothy shakes her head, tugging on Buck’s sleeve again. “Hurts,” she cries.  “Okay, okay,” Buck shushes, reaching over to brush back her hair as Eddie slips out of the room. “Eds is going to get your meds, just hang tight.” 

D

“Do you remember,” Buck says gently, “when we had that movie marathon weekend last spring? I told you I wasn’t feeling good so we had to have a relaxed weekend?”  She nods. “You were hurt.”  “He was very hurt,” Eddie says, “and that storm is the reason he was hurt.” He clears his throat, glances around his space before he focuses back in. “So now I think about that every time it rains here.”

Tagging @nomadic-wolf @lady-lostmind @junogurk @dame-zoom-a-latte @medusapelagia

Your word is: MONSTER

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I heard we’re in Steddie Summer again

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who needs season 5 when you can make your own season 5

anyway this is what they were looking up at trust me

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Built for Loving 1/? Read on AO3

Another one from the steddie fic adopt community:

Eddie lands his dream job at a robotics facility that's best known for its pleasure bots. He doesn't mean to make a bot of his old high school crush but the design gets approved all the same. Problems begin to arise when the customer lodges complaints about the android.

Eddie had always messed with whatever he could get his hands on. When he lived with his parents, it caused trouble and he quickly learned that whatever he took apart, he should know how to put back together. It wasn't until he started living his his uncle as he reached adolescence that this particular quirk was encouraged. The first couple of weeks were awkward.

They loved each other and Eddie trusted his uncle. But a weekend visit was different from "both of my parents went to prison and I have nowhere else to go". But all it took was his Uncle Wayne walking in on him disassembling an amp and then everything fell into place.

Eddie knew his uncle worked with his hands too, but not the specifics. It turned out he was an actual robotics engineer. Wayne downplayed it, saying he just did repairs on defective bots, that he wasn't anyone special, but that sounded like Eddie's dream job. And it was for a while. Eddie was on his best behavior, he went to school and got good grades because he knew these places only hired people with degrees.

College was no picnic, both the classes and paying for it was a test of endurance for Eddie. But he struck gold when he graduated. He never thought he'd be the kind of guy to say he had connections, but Wayne was able to get him an interview. And thanks to the awards from the robotics competitions and glowing recommendation letters from some of his professors, Eddie got the job.

He was about to start living his dream. Although his dream had changed since he was a kid. Eddie had forged a new passion during his late nights, drawing up blueprints and designs. He no longer wanted to simply repair robots. He wanted to design and build his own.

And there was no more prestigious position than that of Android Art Director. Especially for the company at the top of the android business, Brenner Ventures. Everybody wanted a Brenner Bot. They made all kinds, med-droids, nannybots, and tutor trons, but the most popular and most expensive were the entertainment automatons. That was their official moniker from the company. Most people called them pleasure bots.

A plethora of skills could be programmed into them but no one was using their human-like throats for singing. Eddie had never owned one. He'd only seen them from behind the glass of window displays. Even in college, he'd only gotten to see them a handful of times in the lab. Pleasure bots busted beyond repair but broken down to be used as a teaching model. Unlike other kinds of robots, people didn't readily parade them around. They'd be ordered discretely and then kept in the home of the buyer to be used however the customer pleased.

Eddie was no prude, he didn't care what people used to get their rocks off. It was the idea of creating something almost human. As close as they could possibly get. And after about a year on the bottom rung (customer service, repair, automaton editing) he had finally arrived. He got the email inviting him to a Research and Development meeting. He attended, noting how he was the youngest in the room. And then at the end of it, he was given his first real job as an art director.

He was going to design and build his first pleasure bot.

The client had filled out the request form and it was quite simple. White, male, 20s, no taller than 5'10 but no shorter than 5', brown eyes and hair. Eddie could see why he'd been given this task. On paper, it looked rather plain. Fleischer was giddily drawing a bot with an impossible waist while Bird had to figure out how to give one Rapunzel length hair that didn't tangle or mat.

Senior Art Directors got the first pick of client requests and they always went for the challenges. Eddie, as the new meat, got what they considered boring. But Eddie knew it wasn't all about what was on the form. It was what you made of it. He sat at his desk, monitor on and started with the basic build. The face was the most important part to these people, so that's what he started with.

No notes had been given on personality besides "agreeable, submissive" which wasn't much to work on, so Eddie got to imagining. He thought about the type of guy he'd want, which felt like an easy place to start. It took a couple of hours into drawing the face, erasing what didn't feel right just to draw a very similar line anyway, to realize he was drawing Steve Harrington.

Steve hadn't said two words to Eddie in high school and yet he'd been obsessed. A guy who ran through girls like toilet paper and so everyone pegged him as the playboy. But Eddie had spent long enough watching him from afar to read the yearning on his face. Imagine that, someone so beautiful who longed for love and yet never found it? Eddie hadn't seen him in years, made he'd found love by now. Found a nice girl to settle down with perhaps. But who was to know?

Once the thought was in his mind, Eddie couldn't let it go. If he did nothing else in this world, he had to let Steve be loved. Which meant he had to build this bot right. He did what he could at the office but ended up bringing his work home with him. Because it was only there that he had the material he needed.

He had to rifle through some boxes to find it, but there it was - an old notebook from his senior year. The year when his obsession with Steve reached its peak. Inside of it were dozens of sketches of Steve. Not just his face too. Eddie had drawn his profile, his hands holding objects, his legs in those stupid basketball shorts, his torso when they played shirts vs skins.

"God, someone should lock me away for this", he said before getting up from the box and taking the notebook to his computer.

He spent the better part of the night, finishing his design, using his sketches as references. One thing about the usual clientele for pleasure bots was that they were loyal. Once they bought one they liked, they held onto it, insuring it, getting regular repairs, sometimes even traveling with them if they were to be gone for a while.

Eddie would never get to tell the real Steve how he felt. But in his own strange way, he'd be making sure Steve felt that love somehow. Obviously overtime didn't exist in the Brenner Bot employee manual, but Eddie didn't care. This is what his whole life had been leading up to.

"You look like shit Munson. The bland bot givin' you that much trouble?", Fleischer said when he came in the next morning.

"I finished his design last night, actually", Eddie beamed, reveling in how his co-worker's face dropped.

Fleischer quickly picked it up. "Still gotta have it approved. And then the build. You sure you're up for it?"

Eddie shrugged. "If I can't handle a bland bot, then I wasn't meant for this job."

His design was anything but bland. Steve was anything but bland. He was beautiful, gorgeous even. The feelings that had cooled thanks to the separation had burned as bright as ever last night. Eddie sent his design to be checked. He'd played it off in front of others but he didn't know what he'd do if any part of it was critiqued or turned down.

It was checked in house first to make sure it met company standards, then sent off to the client to make sure it was what they wanted. Eddie waited for an excruciating 48 hours before the email came in.

Company Approved: Yes

Client Approved: Yes

Part 2