#r/obin b/uckley

[softsnzstuff]

Sicktember Day 1 - Hopelessly Bad at Self Care

Fandom: Stranger Things (Canonverse)

Summary: Platonic Stobin; Robin knows Steve is getting sick before he does

Word count: 500

They’re finishing up the evening shift at family video when Steve starts to cough. He pats his fist against his chest in a joking way, not even knowing he did it.

Robin glances over at her friend who’s counting the cash in the register. He sniffles and looks up to meet her stare.

“What??” He asks, “Quit staring at me.”

“You feeling okay over there Casanova?” she quirks an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah. Fine.” He stares at her waiting for further explanation.

“Nothing. Go drink some water.”

Steve shrugs and goes back to counting the cash, clearing his throat. “I’m fine.”

He brushes off the comment, genuinely perplexed why Robin seemed to be in his business all of a sudden. He made sure to finish counting the change before he slipped away to the back, taking a swig of water. His throat did feel a little scratchy now, but Robin didn’t need to know that.

“You need a ride home Robin? Looks like it’s gonna rain.” Steve asked when he came back.

She was finishing sweeping the floors and perked up at the offer. “Sure! If it’s not too much trouble.”

“I practically drive you everywhere else Robs.” He laughed and rolled his eyes. “Get your crap, let’s go.”

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Steve wakes up around 8am the next morning feeling like garbage. Not bedridden terrible, but bad enough to cancel his brunch with Robin that was scheduled for later.

He stared tiredly at the pale reflection as he brushed his teeth before padding downstairs. The Harrington residence was empty - not an unusual occurrence anymore. The brunette coughed into his sleeve on the way to the kitchen where the landline was.

He was just about to pick up the phone when a knock on the door startled him. It was probably one of the kids wanting to drag him out to do something dumb. He wasn’t going to answer but -

“H’ISSSHuhiEW!”

- the loud sneeze gave him away. Fuck.

He scrubbed at his nose, opening the door, surprised to see Robin staring at him.

“Bless you! I brought you some stuff!”

She smiled, pushing past him and letting herself in, dumping the contents of the plastic bag onto his kitchen table: some cans of soup, cold medicine, tissues and cough drops.

“Ta Da!” She gestured at the table.

“How’d you know I’m sick? I didn’t even call you yet.”

“Oh I knew yesterday.” She retorted, “You’re welcome!”

Steve blinked slowly in confusion. “Thanks. I meant to call you about brunch, I-”

“Don’t worry about it, Dingus. There’s a reason I brought these goodies over. You are hopelessly bad at self care.”

“What would I do without you?”

“You’d die.” Robin teased, “Now go lie down I’ll try and make you some soup.”

Steve huffed a sigh, grabbing the tissues and cold meds off the table and taking them with him to the living room.

“Thanks Robin.”

[minteacutie]

Okay so this is an idea that basically started as a conversation with @softsnzstuff of Robin starting to wear cologne because she prefers it over perfume and Steve giving her some Then it ended up being: What if Steve accidentally (conveniently) forgot to mention that Nancy might be allergic to a couple of them. Also Robin might low-key have the kink. I hope it’s good. 🤣 Steve pulled the shoe box from under his bed, setting it in front of Robin.

Pulling off the lid Robin ogled over the many fancy expensive cologne bottles neatly nestled in the box.  She prodded around in the box carefully pulling out a deep red bottle, admiring it in the light of Steve’s room watching the dark liquid inside slosh around.

“You’re sure it okay if I take these?” Robin chewed her lip cradling the bottle close to her chest, feeling her hands sweat a little. Afraid of dropping the fragile bottle. “I already told you it’s fine, better than having them collect dust in a shoe box.” Steve reassured Robin with a shrug watching his friend pick through the bottles.

She nodded plucking another blue bottle from the box squinting at the fancy label, trying to decipher the swirly writing. “How come you don’t wear any of these?” Robin asked, spritzing a bit of the cologne in the air, wrinkling her nose a the scent. “They’re not really my thing…besides I’m pretty sure I’m allergic to a few of them.”Steve shrugged, thumbing at his nose.

“STEEEEVE!!!” Robin exclaimed, almost dropping the bottle, “You should have told me that before I just started spraying cologne willy-nilly.”

“Jesus, Robin, calm down it's not like it’ll kill me!” Steve answered, holding his hands up as the younger girl swat at him lightly. “You suck, you know that, right dingus.” Robin huffed half-heartedly, picking out a couple more scents with a couple of tentative sniffs, “...just make sure to tell me which ones not to wear around you.” After an hour of trying out different scents, Robin found a few she liked. Steve, helped her get them wrapped up so they’d hopefully survive the trip between work and home. She took one in the bathroom. It had a sweet but spicy scent when she sprayed it onto her skin with a giddy feeling fluttering in her stomach. “Robin, we’re going to be late!?”Steve knocked on the door to the bathroom, sounding disgruntled. Robin rolled her eyes, tucking the bottle back into her bag and sliding her family video vest on before meeting Steve in his car.

~

Robin sat at the counter at Family Video, flipping through a magazine while waiting for a tape to rewind, only looking up when the little bell over the door jingled.

She felt her cheeks flush pink when she noticed Nancy Wheeler standing in the doorway, looking lost. Sitting up straighter clearing her throat to get the other girl's attention, watching as Nancy startled slightly, her sharp blue eyes flickering towards Robin. She waved, flashing a nervous smile, before walking towards the counter. “Hey, Nan-Nancy, looking for anything in particular?” Robin stumbled over her words, trying to look casual even though it felt like her heart was in her throat.

Nancy lazily tugged at one of her curls, twirling it around her finger. “M’just here to pick up some movies that Mike reserved…” She explained, her usually confident voice sounding a bit uncertain.

“No problem, I’ll pull those up for you!” Robin answered turning toward the computer trying not to cringe and hearing her overly chipper tone. She typed in Mrs. Wheeler's account squinting at the screen as she scrolled down. Hearing Nancy gasp slightly Robin glanced at the other girl out of the corner of her eye, noticing the shorter girl thumbing at her nose.

She tore her eyes away, feeling a hot flush creep up her face, trying to focus on the screen, eyes occasionally flitting over to Nancy. “Hih’Tschtt!” Robin jumped at the strangled stifle, her fingers stumbling over the keys, “Bless you!”Robin squeaked, passing Nancy some tissues from the box under the counter. She took them from Robin, a soft pink dusting her cheeks. She rubbed at her flushed pink nose with a tissue, trying to get at the tickle in her nose. Lashes fluttered as her breath caught again, smothering a flurry of itchy little sneezes into the ball of tissues. “hih!! hh’Tsch! ‘Tschuu! ihHh-Tschiue!” “Bless you…uhm, are you okay, Nancy?” Robin asked, pulling the box from under the counter, sliding it over to Nancy. “Gh…sorry I don’t know where that came from…”Nancy sniffled, shaking her head slightly before tugging a few more tissues from the box on the counter. “It-it’s okay...” Robin said, hoping Nancy didn’t notice how red her face was watching the other girl crush her nose against the tissues with a soft blow. Scrubbing at the itch in her nose. She averted her gaze back to the counter when Nancy resurfaced from the tissues. “Uh…so it looks like we do have a couple of movies on hold for you.” Robin answered, “Let me just…” “Hih!! hh’Tschiie! ‘hHHRtSCHiue!” 

“Sndf…god I really don’t know what’s come over me…” Nancy squeaked, knuckling at her flushed nose, face a deep shade of pink. “It could be allergies…”Robin suggested hoping her voice didn’t come out as strangled as it sounded. “I’m not allergic to anything though…except a couple of Steve’s colognes.”Nancy huffed, sounding frustrated, carding her finger through her curly locks. Robin jumped dropping the stack of tapes in her hand. “Jeez, Robin…are you okay?” Nancy asked when Robin suddenly jolted like the words had burned her. “Uh yeah, I’m great just let me go grab those movies for you.” Robin fumbled, scampering to the back room of Family Video. Locking eyes with Steve. “Why didn’t you tell me Nancy was allergic to your cologne!!!” Robin hissed, jabbing Steve in the chest with her finger. “I swear, I completely forgot about it, Robs,” He answered with a laugh, holding her hands up defensively, “but, something tells me you’re not too disappointed.” “Get. Your. Mind. Out. Of. The. GUTTER!!!” Robin grits out, swatting at Steve with each word, feeling her face grow hot. “Fine!!!!”Steve cackled, raising his arms in defense, “Look, I swear, after work, we’ll go over which colognes not to wear around Nancy, now get back out there Robs.” He pressed the tapes into her hand, guessing they were what she was probably back there for them. Robin gave Steve one last playful shove, before going back out. “Got those movies for you, Nancy!!!” Robin said her tone shifting as she held up the tapes triumphantly, bringing them over to the counter so she could ring her up. “Gh…Thanks, Robin.”Nancy answered, knuckling at her nose and riffling through her purse, looking for the money to pay for the movies. She pulled out the money passing it over to Robin when her breath caught abruptly, ducking into her shoulder. “Hh! ‘Tsch!!! ‘Tschiue! ‘hHhTSCHieu!!” “Gh…sorry,” Nancy passed the money over snagging a couple more tissues, rubbing her nose with a squish, that left Robin’s insides on fire, “I think I should probably get out of here somethings really setting me off, see you later.” Robin waved as Nancy took the stack of movies off the counter ducking out of the store. Once she was out of sight she practically dove for her backpack pulling out the offending bottle of cologne holding over the little trash can behind the counter…but she hesitated. Sighing she tucked the little blue bottle back into her bag, burying her face into her hands. Trying not to think too hard about Nancy’s adorable little sneezes and the way her cute pink nose wrinkled up when she had a tickle in her nose.

[werewolfsteveau]

Short lil’ update to this au

Sorry it’s been forever, I’ve had a bit of a writers block on this fic. I have a lot of idea I just have to find the words to get to where I want to get in this fic. 😭 Hope you guys enjoy this lil’ update!!! Part 1, Part 2 and the playlist for this au! ~ Robin woke up to the shrill ring of her phone, groaning as she pawed around for it glaring at the screen when she saw Steve’s stupid face flashing across the screen “This better be good if you’re waking me up…” Robin trailed off glancing at the little numbers at the top of her screen, “ at 6:00 am. What the fuck, Harrington?” “Sorry…shit…”Robin’s brow furrowed as she recognized Julie’s voice on the other end,” I know it’s early but I found your number on Steve’s phone, and I didn’t know who to call about this… “What?” Robin sat up in bed, dread settling heavily into the pit of her stomach a little more awake now, “Did something happen? Is Steve okay?” “No!” Julie exclaimed, cursing on the other end, “Steve’s fine…well mostly fine. He’s got the flu.” “The flu…but he was fine like yesterday,” Robin sighed, flopping back against her pillows relief flooding her body, “is the flu like some sort of code for a hangover, because we already talked about that. Hangovers don't count as sick.” “I wish…”Julie huffed out a laugh, “we didn’t even make it out the door last night, before it hit him hard…trust me it’s bad.” “Alright I don’t need details,” Robin wrinkled her nose in disgust, “tell him I hope he feels better…I guess?” “I’ll keep you posted.” Julie hung up, running her fingers through her hair as she blew out a long sigh through her mouth. Trying to figure out how she was going to get Steve up out of the basement by herself. “Alright Stevie…” She murmured rousing her friend enough so that she could haul him up onto his feet, nearly buckling under his weight, “come on buddy you’re gonna have to help me out here, you’re like solid muscle.” Steve groaned, somehow managing to stay upright as Julie haphazardly hauled his aching body up the stairs. His legs trembling underneath him, threatening to give out. “Just a little further, Stevie.” She dragged him over to the couch before finally giving out a bit under his weight, letting Steve slide onto the couch with a graceless flop. Panting Julie slumped down next to him with a huff, letting her body rest for a moment. “I need to get ready for work…” Steve mumbled, but he didn’t make any move to get up off the couch, slumping against Julie with pained hiss. “Not today, lover boy.” Julie told him, patting him on the shoulder before shifting so that Steve could stretch out across the length of the couch. She took the throw blanket off the back, draping it over him when she noticed him tremble. Steve just burrowed further under the blankets with a wide jaw cracking yawn as Julie carded her fingers through his hair, “That’s it just relax, Stevie.” His muscles slowly unwind as his body relaxes. “I don’t have the flu…”He murmured, half asleep already,”j’st run hot.” Julie shushed him softly, rubbing his back. She could feel his breathing start to even out, eyes sliding closed before Steve started to snore softly.

[sleptwithinthesun]

You mentioned in another E/ddie fic something about him being a mess in that warehouse with the dust and dirt. Request for that story?

asjkdf i meant boathouse but yes. somehow i expected this prompt yet didn't think about how to write this at all lmao. please take a nice little 2.1K amalgamation of allergic chaos :)

Once upon a time, not very long ago, Eddie Munson was infamous within the halls of Hawkins High. He wasn't popular, or liked, or even respected by the majority of his peers, and more often than not looked down upon by them. Still, he always felt like he knew where he belonged, what his place in his little sliver of the world was. He was a freak, a nerd, and a loner. He was the head of Hellfire and leader of the outcasts, at least, the ones who were desperate enough for company. He was Eddie goddamn Munson, and he didn't mind.

Now, though, he's a fugitive, infamous throughout the entire town instead of merely in the halls he's been walking for nearly seven years. He's wanted for murder, a presumed satanist, and suspected cult leader. Just a couple of steps down from his old man, to be honest. Eddie's even pulling the same stunt that got his father captured in the end, but really, he didn't know what else to do. He doesn't want to get Wayne tangled up in this any more than he already is, considering that he just... left Chrissy on the floor of his trailer, bones shattered and limbs twisted in ways he's pretty sure aren't supposed to be possible. Lying there for Wayne to find.

God, what has he done?

Crouched underneath a tarp and on the brink of an allergy attack, Eddie supposes now isn't the time to be questioning his moral choices. What he should be focusing on is whoever's about to enter the boathouse, whether it be the police or Wayne or... he doesn't know who else would come for him. Maybe Jason Carver and his douchebag basketball friends, pissed off and assuming that he was the one who killed Chrissy from the news reports. But fuck, the itch in his nose and around his eyes and all over his skin is impossible to ignore, pulsing in time with every beat of his heart and absolutely unrelenting in its intensity. He wants to cough his lungs out, too, but the pressing need to sneeze usurps it.

Eddie allows himself a set of five silenced sneezes, pinching at his nose throughout the entire thing to ensure he doesn't inhale any more of the shit that's getting to him right now, fucking around in his chest and tightening it up. His eyes burn with irritation and all he wants is to be able to press a warm washcloth to his face, pretend that this isn't happening, and sleep for about eight years. But none of that is possible, not right now.

(No one even cares that his life was just ripped out from under him, do they?)

His other hand, the one not holding his nose, tightens around the beer bottle he'd broken earlier when he hears the door open, already taut muscles tensing even further. There's nowhere to run, not this time. Multiple voices heard moments earlier told him that it's not Wayne, and the lack of anger means it can't be Jason, leaving just the cops. Putting up a fight will be useless, but Eddie picked a good spot. They shouldn't have tracked him down this quickly.

Flashlight beams trace thin paths along the walls from the outside, all leading to the door a moment before it creaks open and someone steps inside. Eddie barely dares to breathe as he hears a tentative move forward, a wooden board groaning, and then a female voice asking, "Hello? Is anyone home?"

Well, it's definitely not the cops. Her voice carries none of the authority any of the police in this town do, and besides, Eddie's never seen a single woman on the force. Meaning, it's some other group of people who aren't necessarily looking for him. It's possible that they're druggies, looking for Rick or another dealer. But not him.

There's a thump of something connecting with a wall and another flashlight beam passes across the tarp, light shining through and bright enough to set off a photic fit. Luckily enough, it's short and hidden by the sudden movement of something jabbing into the tarp, causing the whole boat to shake and another voice to hiss, "What are you doing?" as Eddie viciously stifles the breathless triple, the sound and motion of the newcomers enough to disguise it. "What are you doing?" the speaker repeats, sounding annoyed.

"He might be in here," yet another person reasons, likely defensive. Eddie's good at reading people and their body language, had to be to survive middle school, but tone is not nearly enough for him to gauge off of. He has no idea if these people are angry with him, or whoever they're looking for, or even at each other.

"So take the tarp off." It's a logical suggestion, he'll admit, but also completely unwanted. Moving the tarp will stir up dust again, and that's not an issue Eddie has time for right now. Jesus H. Christ.

There's not a moment's hesitation when the third person replies, "If you're so brave why don't you take the tarp off?"

Silence falls between the two of them after that, and the third continues jabbing whatever stick he has into the tarp, slowly making their way closer to Eddie's hiding place as somehow, a fourth person speaks, calling attention to another part of the room. Definitely not druggies; they wouldn't travel in a group this big, much less with two people who he's fairly certain are children.

"Maybe he heard us... got spooked, and ran," the first voice responds, and goddamnit. They're absolutely looking for him.

"Don't worry; Steve'll get him with his oar." Sarcasm. Whatever their dynamic is, these people are clearly familiar with each other.

The oar stops jabbing into the tarp, moments away from him, as the third voice responds and Eddie crushes his nose in a desperate attempt to stave off the eternally-blooming tickle. It's now or never.

Chaos erupts in the room as he shoots out from under the tarp, breath hitching and throat constricting with a short wheeze the second he's back in the dusty air. Everything about this hiding spot was a mistake, he's realizing; he was found in a day by four people who cannot even be adults yet and he's pretty sure if he stays in here for one more minute, Eddie's going to scratch himself out of his skin and sneeze until the sun rises again. Plus, Steve fucking Harrington is pretty much the last person he expects to see under his hand, but there he is, pulse fluttering against his fingertips.

"Eddie! Eddie, stop!" the second voice shouts above the rest of the clamoring, sounding oddly familiar underneath the sound of his heartbeat in his ears. "Eddie, Eddie, it's me. It's Dustin. This is Steve; he's not going to hurt you." He speaks slowly, like Eddie's going to hurt him if he says the wrong thing. Which, fair. He is holding a broken bottle to someone's neck at the moment. "Right, Steve?"

"Right," Harrington, the third person, whispers, eyes and expression oddly calm, as if he's not surprised or even worried.

Dustin speaks again, clearly the only one with experience in how to deal with him. "Steve, why don't you drop the oar?"

The itch writhes underneath his eyelids as the falling oar kicks up even more dust, the majority of it remaining unseen to the others. Eddie, though, he can feel it clinging to him, landing on his clothes and skin and fuck he needs to sneeze so badly. Just a little bit longer. If he can hold on just a little bit longer, prove to them that he's not exactly a threat and that he can be temporarily swayed before turning around and hightailing it out of there, they might not attack him the second he becomes vulnerable. His knuckles turn white around the bottle as he holds it closer to Harrington's neck.

"He's cool!" Dustin insists, "he's... cool."

In front of him, oblivious to how close Eddie is to letting him go just to get a hint of relief, Harrington whispers, "I'm cool, man. I'm cool."

"What're you doing hhhere?" Eddie manages, only letting a small hitch in his breath through, barely holding back a cough. It's taking almost all of his concentration to hold everything back, but he just need a little more time. One more minute.

"We're looking for you," Dustin says, confirming it all. He didn't think that Hellfire would turn against him this quickly, much less that it'd be Dustin leading the charge, but he supposes they feel betrayed. Hurt. Maybe even lost, but he doubts he's had that much of an impact on their lives.

"We're here to help," the first voice chimes in, shaky. She also sounds familiar, come to think of it. That's really not a good sign, people he knows turning against— did she just say help?

"Eddie, these are my friends," Dustin tells him, and Eddie glances backwards to confirm his claim. "You know Robin, from band." The girl in question lifts up her flashlight like she's playing a trumpet, imitating the sound quickly, and it hits him. Buckley. She was the first speaker. "This is my friend Max, the one who never wants to play D&D." The other, completely unfamiliar to him in everything but name, raises a hand in greeting. "Eddie. We're on your side."

It's enough. Eddie breaks away from his hold on Harrington, not even hearing as they both gasp, Harrington for breath and Eddie right before sneezing into his shoulder, the stifles doing absolutely nothing to alleviate the tickle that only gets worse, buzzing in his sinuses.

He backs away, moving to the right and sliding down the wall he'd just pinned Steve against, blinking allergic tears out of his eyes until they spill over and track down his cheeks. Vaguely, he registers that someone's now crouching in front of him, hands out to calm him, but the itch is back with almost dizzying force, and before he can even think about stifling them, Eddie's burying his face in his knees and sneezing and sneezing and sneezing.

"h'itschh! ktch! tshh! h'uKSH! KSHH! KSHHH'uh! heh'isHh'uhh!"

The chorus starts to his left. "Bless—"

"Nodt dohhne... mp'tcHH! kTtschh! ht'schh! Oh mby— k'ISH! isHhiew! Fugck! it'sch! kt'shh-tsch-itsCH'uhh!"

And holy shit, every memory comes flooding back like a dam inside of him broke; curling in on himself with every desperately wheezy breath, chest stuttering every other second, sneezing into his folded arms like the world would end if he stopped. Eddie hasn't felt like this in a long while, the most recent allergy attack on this level occurring almost three years ago, an incident with a stray cat he'd tried to keep.

"Jesus fucking Christ, man," Harrington says, kneeling in front of him as Eddie palms the ground in frustration. "Are you okay?"

"Allergic," Eddie mumbles, fumbling for the bandana in his back pocket as he feels the congestion build. It's not going to be any better, now that it's been on the ground, but he feels disgusting right now. Steve doesn't even look away as he blows his nose, cheeks flushing pink as he tries to angle himself so that he's not facing the other man directly.

"The dust?" Buckley asks.

He shakes his head, shrugging. "Fucking e-heh-verything, it feels like. ht'SHH! hg'tsCh!" Eddie's breath hitches for a couple moments more, the entire room held in suspense, before he tucks his head behind his folded knees again and sneezes openly into his lap. "ih'KTTsh!"

Harrington's expression when he emerges only broadcasts worry. "Fuck, can you even breathe?"

"It's a little hard, I guess, but nothing I can't handle," Eddie attempts, immediately contradicting himself by coughing fiercely. A raised eyebrow is his next greeting, and his shoulders slump a bit. "What do you want me to say, Harrington? I'm on the run from the law. A bit of allergy trouble isn't something I can afford to be concerned about."

"It'll have to be if you collapse from the lack of oxygen," Buckley supplies, sounding way too cheerful considering the nature of what she just said.

"Excuse me?"

"What she means is, let us help you," Harrington interjects, smoothly taking over. "Max and Dustin are getting the car ready. We'll hide you in the back and you can stay at my house for a bit to lie low. They're not home, won't be back until spring break is over, okay? I have allergy meds, in case there's anything else that sets you off. We're on your side, Eddie."

He's silent for a moment, taking it in. "You don't believe I killed Chrissy?"

"No," Harrington and Buckley insist as one, before the former continues to speak. "No, Eddie. We'll go to my house, get you some meds, have this work through your system, and then you can tell us whatever you're comfortable with. Until then, though, let us make sure you don't keel over."

[minteacutie]

This but with the fruity four.

A group of people around a plant that's making them all sneeze like crazy except the person who's allergic to everything but this one plant apparently

[clockworkflicker]

🤧 and 🥰, thank you!

*waves hello*

🤧 Favorite word to describe a sniffle?

There are so many good ways to describe a sniffle, but I think soupy has to be my favorite. Dragging is probably my second favorite, especially when combined with the visual of someone literally dragging their nose across their wrist or something.

And equally sexy is the sniffle's stuffier counterpart, the snuffle.

🥰 What is something currently that gives you a serotonin boost?

I'm about to ramble and I apologize for that. So I finally started watching St/ranger Th/ings recently and like. Great show. I'm loving it so far. In spite of being a 90s/2000s kid, I've always felt this weird nostalgia when watching shows set in the 80s. And the location aspect of the setting is great too of course. Idk if this is a common thought among folks outside of the US Midwest, but midwestern horror is a hell of a setting/genre combination. When you're outside of urban/suburban places like Chicago, St. Louis, Indianapolis, etc, the midwest is just. Desolate. The sky consumes the landscape and the horizon is obfuscated by either looming trees or empty cropland, depending on where you are. You look between the trees or rows of corn, and something looks back. Good shit. I love this show's setting and also the themes of family and friendship and it's really really good.

I actually started watching the show because I was complaining to a friend about how I've never really felt, idk, represented by the (admittedly very few) fictional lesbians I've encountered in media (my point being along the lines of "I feel like every fictional lesbian I run into in media is really femme and has their life together. Where are the gnc neurodiverse lesbians???"). So of course this friend tells me to watch ST and hands me a few clips of M/aya H/awke as R/obin B/uckley and uh. Well.

Her voice is so nice I might just die.

[softsnzstuff]

Idk if I’m just dumb but I’ve never seen the full interview of JQ dealing with like really bad allergies? And finally found the full thing!!

You can hear him sniffling SO AUDIBLY in the background especially at the beginning. He wipes his nose on his hand several times and poor guy’s eyes are like super watery.

[minteacutie]

Headcannon

Shared this with a friend but felt like sharing this here, so have my brain dump. I feel like Steve's not a germaphobe and that part of the reason why he gets sick so often is that he just doesn't really care about germs. Like yeah, he'll wash his hands and things but he won't go out of his way to avoid being around people when they're sick. Robin will actually try to go out of her way to not let Steve know she's sick because she knows he'll go all mama bear on him and want to take care of her. If he even gets the inkling that she's sick he'll be outside her house with soup tea and various medicines. Ready to hang out and just cuddle with Robin platonically until she feels better. This is unfortunate for him because I feel like Robin is definitely a germaphobe, and would not come over to take care of Steve. She'd do her best like bring him over tissue, medicine, tea, and soup, but that's about it. So it was a huge relief when he and Eddie started dating because Eddie is also not a germaphobe and has no problems with taking care of Steve. Weirdly enough though I feel like Robin has the kink but I feel like her kink is geared more towards allergy sneezes than cold sneezes.  I feel like the only exception she'd make for her germaphobeness is probably her girlfriend. Idk thoughts? Opinions? I’m intrigued to hear what others think!

[werewolfsteveau]

Welcome to the very first fic in my werewolf au! This is sort of the first part in this au establishing the premises, and who knows this might actually end up being a long fic, lol. But if anyone has any ideas for branching off little side plots to this story, you just wanna drop by to give your thoughts or you have any questions feel free to drop by my inbox!

“Welcome to Jumpstart, how can we help you jumpstart your day?” Robin droned in her best customer service voice when she heard the little bell over the door jingle. Looking up from her magazine, it felt like her brain was short-circuited when she found a pretty girl standing across the counter from her. Her pretty green eyes scanned the coffee shop like she was looking for someone. It probably took Robin longer than it should have to realize that she was saying something. ”I'm uh...sorry can you repeat that?” Robin stumbled over her words, feeling a hot flush creep up her face.

“Oh!” The girl exclaimed her eyes landing on Robin almost like she'd just noticed that she was there, “I'm uh looking for someone...Steve Harrington?” Robin felt like her heart dropped, shattering on the ground when the girl asked for her co-worker. “He's in the back...I can go grab him...”She mumbled dejectedly, pushing the door open, “Hey Dingus, there's someone here to see you!” The girl stood there waiting patiently, anxiously winding one of her curls around her finger when Steve stumbled out of the back. Her eyes widened a little and she had to stifle a giggle in the back of her hand when she caught sight of him. Robin didn't blame her, Steve looked ridiculous. He had a thick wool beanie pulled so far down on his head that it nearly cover his eyes, despite it still being fairly warm out. A crisp white mask covered his mouth and nose.

All he was missing was a pair of shades to complete the look. “Julie?” Steve exclaimed his head tilted slightly like a confused dog blinking at her, “I though you weren’t supposed to be in town til Friday…” “It is Friday...” Julie gave Steve a dumbfounded look as he stared blankly at her before an embarrassed flush crawled up his face all the way to his ears. ”Is there somewhere we could talk in private?” She asked pointedly her eyes never leaving Steve, the man shrinking underneath his gaze. ”Break rooms free,” Robin intervened, “just don't spend too long making out because some of us actually have work to do...” Robin felt a little bad watching Julie's face turn beet red, trying to fumble out a response before glaring pointedly at Steve. “You. Break room. NOW.” Julie hissed through gritted teeth. ”Julie!” Steve yelped as the smaller woman pushed him through the door. ~ ”Are you insane!?” Julie hissed at him in hushed tones once they were safely behind the closed door, “Do you have any idea what day it is!!?” ”October first?” Steve answered with a sheepish little shrug, holding his hands up to protect himself when Julie grabbed a rag swatting him with it. ”Don't be a smart ass, Steven,” Julie ground out through gritted teeth, “it's a full moon, a blood moon! Christ, aren't you supposed to be the werewolf!!? ”Little hard to forget with the fangs, Jules!!” He told her, pulling back the mask so he could show off his pearly whites. ”Your eyes are yellow too, dumbass,” Julie snorted watching as Steve fumbled with his phone so he could look, “and I'm sure the beanie isn't just a bold new fashion choice...fuck I thought you called out of work?” ”There wasn't anyone to cover me...”Steve sighed, squinting at the phone screen examining his iris', “shit they really are yellow.” ”Yeah they are...do you have a pair of shades on you?” Julie ran her hand down her face exasperated. ”Couldn't find them this morning...figured it'd be fine...”Steve grumbled sliding his phone back into his pocket. “What gives you're normally more careful than this...” She shoved him lightheartedly with a huff, “I think I might have a pair in my truck you can borrow...how much longer is your shift?” “I get off before it gets dark if that’s what you’re asking,” Steve told her, leaning back against the wall, “no closing shifts for this guy.” They nearly jumped out of their skin when someone started banging on the door, Steve fumbling to pull his mask back on his face hastily. “Hey lovebirds,” Robin called out, “times up, come out.” Julie looked at Steve feigning a gag at the mention of lovebirds. “Get the sunglasses first,” She tossed Steve her keys, “don’t let anyone see your eyes got it.” Watching Steve fumble to catch the keys before nodding to her. They left the break room so quickly that Julie almost ran directly into a familiar dark head of hair, and stumbled backward a hand catching her before she fell on her ass. “Whoa there,” Eddie said, a cheeky little grin on his face that showed off his dimples nicely, “was he that bad?” ”Eddie Munson, you bastard,” Julie grinned, throwing her arms around the older man, burying her face in his chest taking in the scent of leather and cheap cologne, “I haven't seen you since...middle school, not rocking the buzz cut anymore?” ”Nah, got me a full lion's mane now!” Eddie pulled away slightly so he could shake his head showing on his long curly hair, “Birdie told me about you and Harrington...you know you can do better right?” ”Not happening, Eds,” Julie wrinkled her nose, sticking her tongue out, “Stevie and I are strictly friends.” The little bell over the door dinged announcing Steve's return, and Robin snorted. ”You know I didn't get it before but I really think the pink heart sunglasses tie the look together.” She poked fun at him, while Eddie doubled over cackling. Julie shot him an apologetic, feeling a little bad but they were the only ones she had on hand. ”Starting a new trend or just trying to win a fashion contest, Harrington?” Eddie jabbed at Steve joining in the ribbing, and Steve's face flooded with hot shame. Turning a lovely shade of pink that matched the glasses. ”Laugh it up, Munson, at least I have fashion.” Steve jabbed back, rolling his eyes behind the rose-colored lenses. ”Oh yeah because your collection of polo shirts just screams fashion, sorry I think I'll stick with my battle vest,” Eddie sniffed, thumbing at his nose, “you look like a gap model.” ”You think I could be a model?” Steve flashed a charming smile, smoothly bringing his hand to his chest feigning as if he'd received a genuine compliment from the older man. ”My mistake, Gap is too sophisticated, I heard baby gap is hiring.” Eddie looked up at Steve with a devilish grin on his face. Steve felt like his face was on fire as he opened his mouth to retaliate. ”Enough, with the pissing contest, I'm drowning over here, ”Robin call out from where she was making drinks, “you're supposed to be on the register, Steve.” Steve's mouth snapped shut. It didn't matter anyway since Eddie's attention wasn't on their conversation anymore. He was using his wrist to scrub at his nose now turning it a lovely irritated shade of pink. ”You good, Eds?” Julie asked, but Eddie only held up a finger pausing for a moment. His mouth hung open slightly, eyelids at half mast as his chest swelled slightly with hitching breaths. ”Hhih'! Ih'GXSHht!” He sneezed off to the side, pinching his nose between his fingers so that he could rub at it with a little squish. “Gh...sorry about that...probably allergic to Harrington's shitty cologne.” Eddie nodded in Steve's direction. ”I don't wear cologne, asshole.” Steve grumbled, passing off an order to Robin before going back to the counter to take another order. “Can't be much else...sndf,” Eddie knuckled as his flushed nostrils, “I'm only all-heh allergic to pollen, your shitty colo-hhh-cologne...and dogs.” ”Oh, I forgot you were allergic to dogs...”Julie started covering her mouth with her hand, as Steve's head snapped towards her nearly dropping the drink in his hand. ”Yeah, wha-hah...what does that have to do with anything?” Eddie snuffled thickly into the back of his wrist. Swiping at his nose. ”My old roommate in Cali had a dog, and I haven't gotten a chance to wash the fur off my clothes!” Julie answered a little too quickly, “It's probably what's setting you off...is what I'm saying?” Eddie gave her an odd look which quickly turned hazy with the need to sneeze. “Hih’IH’GSShxt! ‘GXXSHht! ‘XSHhtiew! HIh’GSHIEW!!!” He pulled his bandanna out of his pocket pressing it to his leaky nose. “gh…shit sorry I gotta get out of here, later.” He gave a little wave while taking his coffee before dipping out of the coffee shop.

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Hi could you do a photic Eddie with sneeze kink steve

yes i can!! this is kind of short, only 0.7K, but i hope you enjoy :)

Robin really should be questioning when her life got to the point where she'd be totally chill with going out to the middle of a lake to look for a portal to another dimension. Instead, she's watching the shore as it gets further away, grinning as Dustin flips them off like this is a completely normal occurrence. 

"Miss you already!" she calls, waving and moving to sit down again. As she does, her flashlight beam passes over Eddie's face and he screws up his eyes a little. Robin winces apologetically, and says, "Shit, Eddie, I'm sorry." 

"It's fine," he mumbles, then twists and sneezes into his shoulder. And yeah, Robin's a lesbian but she can still tell when a guy has a good sneeze. Eddie has a really good sneeze, kind of kittenish behind the stifle but still harsh enough that it makes the boat shudder a bit. It's not quite enough to turn her on, but she'll still pay attention to it. After all, a good sneeze is a good sneeze. 

"Bless you," both she and Nancy murmur, the latter totally focused on the compass as Robin continues to row. Eddie nods his thanks, shuddering with another triple before straightening again and wiping at his eyes, one hand remaining on his oar. 

He laughs a bit. "Thank you, sorry. The light kind of makes me..." He doesn't say it, but they're all able to fill in the blank by themselves. 

"Any light or just the flashlight?" Nancy asks, still staring down at the compass. 

"Mostly the flashlight? It's, like, if I've been in darkness for a while and get exposed to light suddenly or someone shines it in my face, as Robin just did—" he motions to her "—then, you know."

"Got it," Nancy says, nodding. "We'll make an effort not to shine the flashlights in your face, then." 

"Speak for yourself," Robin pipes up with a smile. "It's kind of fun." She flashes her beam into his eyes again and Eddie splutters, cursing. 

"Oh, fuck you, Buckley," he says, with no real heat in his voice. "h'tSHh! ktsh! huh… hDT'shh'uh! h'TSH! KSHH!"

Steve, even in the moonlight, is bright red. He blesses Eddie at the same time Robin does, and she side-eyes him with faint amusement on her features. There's no fucking way. Before she can get his attention, though, Nancy interrupts. 

"Stop messing around with Eddie," she orders. "We need him to row." 

Eddie mumbles an apology even though it's not his fault, and Robin rolls her eyes good-naturedly. Still, she turns her attention back to the task at hand. 

"Woah, woah, stop here," Nancy says a minute later, and as she starts updating Dustin and the kids on the state of the compass, Robin turns to Steve. 

She nudges him in the side, a small grin on her face. "You're totally into it." 

"What?" he asks, acting clueless enough that for a second, Robin actually believes him. The blush returns, though, high up on his cheekbones, and confirms her theory.

"Eddie's sneezing." 

"Uh, no, I'm not," he says, voice in that defensive whisper-hiss that's characteristic of a quiet argument, arms crossed over his chest. 

"It's okay. I am too, a bit," she says, shrugging. "Not really a big deal, Steve." Which, yeah. She has no idea why she says that. Not even just the first part, but all of it. How often is it that you find someone with the same kink as yourself, especially when it's something niche as hell like sneezing? While it might be nice for her and Steve to have something absolutely bizarre to bond over, it's still weird and very much a big deal, at least in her mind. 

But Steve just sighs. Mumbles something Robin can't quite hear. "I'm sorry, what was that?" 

"His sneeze is really fucking hot," Steve says, only a tiny bit louder. Eddie, thankfully, is distracted by whatever Dustin's saying, but Nancy glances back for a second with a knowing look and Robin knows that they're going to be having a conversation when all of this bullshit is over. Whether Nancy fucking Wheeler has the kink as well or just knows about it because she and Steve used to date doesn't matter. 

"So, who's going down?" Eddie asks, cutting into the state of suspension that’s fallen over the three of them. "Because let me tell you, I am not doing it." 

Steve relaxes. "I will."

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In better news I’m UNWELL about this photo. They look SO GOOD FUCK

Will also take Steve prompts bc J/oe K/eery is babygorl

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Why did no one tell me that Robin Buckley’s parents are stoners!!?

[sleptwithinthesun]

a lil part 2 for this fic here... idk why. i just felt like it and i've had so many prompts i needed to write something slightly original. please enjoy 0.8K+ words of allergic e/ddie lmao :)

It gets better before it gets worse all over again.

Steve has to take the kids home first before he can deal with Eddie; since Robin calls shotgun and refuses to relinquish it even though Eddie's still puffy-eyed and irritated, Dustin and Max end up in the backseat with the older teenager. He smiles apologetically as Max slides in the middle between him and Dustin, to which she responds with a small quirk of her lips before asking Steve if he can drop her off with Dustin. "You can't bring Eddie back to the trailer park, anyway," she points out, and Steve really can't argue against that. "Besides, my mom would probably prefer that I stay over at someone else's house."

"Call her when you get in," Steve tells Max, after a second's hesitation. "Call her, then come out and give me a thumbs up or something like that to let me know we're good. I won't leave otherwise."

She rolls her eyes but nods, muttering something that sounds suspiciously like "alright, Dad" before turning to Dustin. The two of them bow their heads together, quietly discussing who— or rather, what —might have killed Chrissy as Eddie knuckles at his nose and pretends not to listen to them. It's quiet and awkward and the tension is occasionally punctured by Eddie's congested-but-still-stifled sneezes, but none of them really mind the soft allergic symphony. It's a reminder that he's still here, with them, that they succeeded and might be able to save him. 

The second the kids exit the car and the door to Dustin's house closes, Eddie immediately twists and sneezes roughly into his shoulder, louder and less restrained than he's let himself be since they left the boathouse. Neither Steve nor Robin are worried; it's just a triple, nothing unlike the other sets he's succumbed to. But this time, after the initial three, the fit just... doesn't end. 

"Uh, Eddie?"

"Y-hh! Yeah? hk'sHh! iktsh'uh!"

"Are you, like, alive back there?" Robin asks, turning in her seat to glance at the older boy as Steve does the same, one eye still on the Henderson’s front door. Eddie’s started attempting (and failing, for the most part, there's just too damn many) to stifle his sneezes, embarrassed, but still nods insistently. 

"I'm fihhne, Buckley. h'ngxt! ng'SHH! h'shUh! Just... hih! This is par for the course really. kTsh! TSH! h'shH'uhh! God, fuck me," he mutters, breathless, before burying another rapid fit in his shoulder.

Steve watches as a sliver of light creeps across the grass, widening as Max steps halfway out, flips him off, and ducks back inside the moment after he flashes her a thumbs up. "Christ man, bless you. Times, like, a thousand." 

"h'nXt'uh! Thank you." Eddie sniffles, looks around the backseat, then to them again as Steve presses down on the gas. "I don't suppose you have any tissues up there? Napkins, even?" 

"I don't think so," Robin says, even as she rifles through the glove compartment and side door. "No, sorry, but we'll give you some Benadryl when we get to Steve's house."

Eddie sucks a breath in between his teeth, wincing apologetically. "Shit, yeah, uh. That's not going to work."

"Why not?"

"h'ish! hih'SHh! iSH'uh! I'm allergic to Benadryl. Like, throwing-up, more-hives-than-I-already-have levels of allergic."

"You have hives?!" Steve and Robin ask in tandem, the latter turning around again as Eddie's eyes go wide.

"Uh, yeah?"

Robin slaps a palm to her forehead, fingers running through her hair once before she starts rambling. "Oh my god, why the fuck didn't you tell us you have hives? That's a sign of anaphylaxis, you idiot, and there's a very real possibility that from there you'll go into anaphylactic shock. How allergic even are you to dust if you have goddamn hives—"

"Breathe, Robin," Steve says gently, his voice causing her attention to whip over to him so fast he's surprised she doesn't get whiplash. He exaggerates a breath, inhaling and exhaling slowly as he makes a left turn onto his road.

"Right, yes, of course. I'm sorry," she says, a bit slower than before. Her speech is still rushed, but it's back to normal Robin-levels. "Eddie, how bad are they?"

He shrugs, avoiding meeting either of their concerned gazes. "I don't know. A bit worse than how they normally are, I guess? But it's really nothing too bad, I can manage as long as I stay out of that goddamn dust shed."

"How the hell are you worse now than you were in the boathouse?" Steve questions, letting out a quiet sigh of relief as they pull into his driveway.

"Delayed reaction." Eddie presses his fingers into his eyes, not yet daring to rub but desperate enough that he might. "Ugh, I'm so fucking itchy."

"You can take a shower if you want," Steve offers. "Get the dust off. Plus, I have some clothes that we can make fit, if you want to change out of those. Since they're covered in dust, and all."

Eddie nods gratefully, unbuckling and eagerly sliding out of the car with them both. "That sounds great. Really. Thank you, Steve."

"Of course," he says, shutting the door just a second before Robin does and grinning over at her. She sticks her tongue out at him, childishly, but smiles brightly. "We're trying to save you from getting killed. We can't let some dust get you before Jason Carver does."

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THEY HAD THEM

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Whoops my hand slipped and I wrote it. Hope y’all enjoy. I know it’s been a hot minute since I’ve written.

*~*~*~*~*~*~

It’s the first group stream of the spring - Steve, Eddie, Robin and Chrissy all on their separate coms. The group usually faces off in a few Mario Kart tournaments, and today did not stray from the usual.

They’re competing in a Grand Prix at 150cc. Despite being the worst driver in real life, Eddie somehow held the champion title when it came to Mario Kart.

The gamers were all hyper-fixed on their screens as the chat went off in the bottom corner. This was the second of four courses.

“Oh MY god,” Robin snorted, “How is Steve so bad at this game??”

The brunette had just overshot a turn and fallen off the edge of the road.

“Listen Robs, I’m the best driver here.”

��Yuh in real life.” Robin mocked, “That doesn’t matter here.”

It’s where it matters most

Steve sux at this game wtf

“Yeah, I mean. Eddie’s the worst driver and he’s in first.” Chrissy giggled.

“I don’t know whether to scold you or thank you, Cunningham…” Eddie squinted, eyes darting to her picture on the screen briefly.

“You look too soft to scold me today, bean.” Chrissy laughed.

She wasn’t wrong. The eldest of the group was leaned back in his gaming chair, knees tucked up by his chest. He had a bright blue fluffy blanket draped over his shoulders.

“How dare you make fun of a dying mahhh man- T’sch! h’ixxtCH! Ng’TchUU! - snrff” Eddie had ducked down into a fistful of tissues that materialized from within his blanket.

“Bless you.” The other three sounded off.

“You’re not dying Eddie.” Steve rolled his eyes at his partner’s dramatics.

“Then why am’b I in quara’dtine?” Eddie retorted back.

Robin and Chrissy both silent laughed as their jaws his the floor.

“Steven!!!” Robin exclaimed, “You put Eddie in quarantine???”

Oh my god he did not 🤣🤣

Steve why!!!!

I mean I would do it…

“He’s got a bad cold. But it’s on top of his spring allergies…” Steve tried to defend himself.

“And??” Chrissy asked.

“H’eTCH! Isshuu! … T’szziEW!”

Bless you bless you bless you

Bless you

Bless you times three

“And he keeps doing that.” Steve muttered. “I have an event later this week and didn’t wanna risk catching it.”

Eddie just stared at the screen intensely as he quickly wiped at his nose with another tissue, other hand still on the controller.

“You know you’re gonna catch it anyways right? It’s you Stevie, come on.” Robin teased.

“YES!” Eddie shouted as he finished the race in first place, followed shortly by Chrissy, Robin and lastly Steve.

Robin eyed her camera as the third race queued up. “How many of you think Steve is gonna get Eddie’s cold anyways? Let me know.”

The countdown started on the screen and the race begun as chat popped off.

Absolutely

Duh. It’s Steve

He probably already has it and doesn’t have symptoms yet smh

YES LMAO

They’re almost two laps in when Eddie’s nose starts to tickle deep in his sinuses. His eyes start to close as his nostrils flare.

“Hhhh…”

What’s wrong with Eddie?

That’s a funny face dude

I think he’s gonna sneeze again?

Cmon Eddie you’re so close to the finish!

“HIH!” Eddie scrunches his nose trying to will the sneeze away.

“Okay there Eds?” Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Gonna… snehh sneeze…”

He was in first place by a landslide. As he gasped an inhale, he quickly brought the crook of his arm up to his face and used the wrist of his other arm to hold it there, controller completely useless.

“H’MPTCH! ii’SHHiew! H’eKSHT! SNF … fuck!”

He blinks himself back into concentration, holding the controller with two hands again.

Bless you again

Poor guy’s really sick

Stupid allergies

“Passed ya!” Chrissy teases as the speakers sound, letting everyone know she’s now on her last lap.

“Only because I’b dyi’g.” Eddie gave a watery sniffle as he dragged the backside of his wrist under his damp nose.

He glanced the chat and smiled weakly. “Awww thank you for the bless you’s.”

Chrissy finishes this race in first, Eddie very closely second followed by Robin and Steve.

“Dammit!” Eddie mutters, pulling a handful of tissues out and blowing his nose.

“Yes! Yes yes yes!!!” Chrissy did a little dance in her chair.

“Yeah yeah, enjoy it while it lasts, Chris…” he mumbles from behind the tissues.

“Nice job Chrissy!” Robin shouts through her headset.

“Finally someone else can take Eddie down.”

“Sore loser are we, Harrington?” Eddie scoffs.

The fourth and final race starts and Eddie is determined. He sets the box of tissues down on the table and shifts so he’s now sitting cross legged on the chair, leaning forward.

The four streamers take off, drifting over sharp turns left and right.

“Eddie ya know if chrissy beats your ass in this race she dethrones you?” Steve smirked in realization.

When no response came, everyone looked to his screen. Eddie looked to be fighting off another sneeze.

“You okay there Eds?” Steve laughed knowingly.

A hand lifted off his controller just long enough to flip Steve the bird before it grabbed hold of the fluffy blanket and pressed it firmly to his face.

“HEH’ iiKSH!” His head bobbed down as he sneezed wetly into the blanket. “…t’isshu! H’kTCH!”

“Gross Eddie? Really??” Robin screamed.

“Into my blanket Eddie??? Come on.” Steve grumbled.

“Bla’dkets can be washed, Steven. M’by champion title cannot be reclai’bed.”

Chrissy just laughed at her best friend.

Yeah… that’s very Eddie

He’s not wrong

Gross dude

On STEVE’s blanket???? He’s DEF getting sick…

Eddie sped through the finish line and huffed a sigh of relief, setting the controller down and reaching for the tissue box once again. He plucked a few and muted his microphone so he could gurgle into them briefly.

He grabbed a fresh one to wipe at his nose one more time as the others bantered, leaning back in the chair.

He pressed a button on his headset to unmute the mic.

“Wanna go another round Dingus?” Robin offered up.

“Umm I feel like my head is full of goo.” Eddie groaned, consonants rounded with congestion. “I think I’m gonna call it and go lie down.”

The girls have a sympathy frown, knowing he must be feeling bad if he’s turning down the chance to show off his Karting skills.

“Awww alright Eddie. Hope you feel better!”

After saying some brief goodbyes, the four logged off of their respective computers, stream offline. Eddie flopped onto the couch and groaned again, closing his eyes and hoping the sinus headache would go away, when he heard the door to his streaming room open.

He opened one eye and glanced over to see Steve standing in the doorway holding a bottle of antihistamines and a blue Gatorade.

“Don’t come too close - you’ll catch your death.” Eddie teased, coughing lightly into his elbow.

“Brought these for you dummy. You sound awful…” Steve looked sheepish, “Figured I should stop being a shit boyfriend and look after you.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, “What about your event?”

Steve shrugged, “Doesn’t matter. Wouldn’t be as fun without you anyways… gimme a hug?”

Eddie grinned and opened his blanketed arms making room for Steve, who set down the bottles and cuddled up next to Eddie. The older man closed his arms around Steve, blanket engulfing them both.

They lay there in silence for a few minutes before the younger man quickly ducked down into Eddie’s chest “HRUSSSHEW!”

Eddie quickly looked down at Steve and then kissed the top of his head. “Sorry…”

Suddenly very much in the mood to write Streamer!Eddie suffering through a cold on top of his seasonal allergies on a stream 😳 do I do it….?