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Steve taking a gender studies course originally to show he’s a good ally. Wants to be better for Robin and the women in his life.

What he doesn’t expect is to love it and for it to destroy his general perception of the world.

“But, but, Robs,” he’s holding his textbook and following Robin around their small apartment. “Did you realize orgasms were gendered? And that’s probably where the dumb ‘women don’t orgasm’ bullshit originated from? Orgasms,” he tosses his arm up in frustration. “How stupid. Also, I never realized women are socialized to be perfect. No wonder you have anxiety.” Robin takes a long sip of her tea while watching Steve. “It literally says right here,” he slams the book down on the counter and points. “Gender is a social construct. We do gender.”

“Yep,” she shrugs.

Steve narrows his eyes, trying to analyze her response, or lack there of… when it hits him.

“You’ve been saying that, huh?” She nods. “For a while. And I wasn’t listening. Shit.” He groans, dropping his forehead into the book. “I’m no better than a man.”

She steps closer, rubbing circles into his back sipping her tea. “But now you know you were just doing man.”

Eddie, who was reading a magazine and being a lazy bum on the stobin couch, perks up. “What men are you doing? Are you taking volunteers?”

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insomnia?

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lazy mornings

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it’s halfblooded prince but malfoy tells the truth from the very beginning and they solve their problems together

(and some post war stuff)

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he’s not impressed

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Bagged the Savior, scurry off now

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and they’ll never wake up. // K.S.

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Steve: So I told him he's just my regular nemesis. That will drive him crazy.

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"I guess you're not scared of anything, Harrington?"

Steve tips his head back and grins, smoke curling out of his mouth like dragon's breath, the line of his neck just as dangerous. Eddie looks away.

"Kinda scared I'm going to die and no one will notice," Steve says, unexpected, honest, intonation like a joke 'cos that's the way he's always been taught to be.

"Nah," Eddie argues, right away, too earnest, too honest, too close to the bone to do anything but make it a joke of his own. "The Pizza Hut would miss their most loyal customer." Steve says nothing for a long second, the silence a vacuum that pulls the honesty out of Eddie against his will. "I'd miss you."

It's a flash of movement in the corner of his eye, too fast and clumsy to react to before Steve's lips are against his, chapped and warm and barely-felt before he's pulling away, looking down at Eddie like he's something special just for a bare half-inch of kindness.

"Jesus," he says softly, reaching up to trace callused fingers over Steve's cheek, "the bar really is in hell for you, huh, sweetheart?"

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You're kissing me like a ritual And killing me soft

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It was supposed to be a cartoon-ish warm up sketch, I don’t know what happened but it took me 10+ hours lmao

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hunter's moon by mourningshowers

@keycarabiner

Rating: Teens and Up

17,072 words, 2/2 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Season/Series 04, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Werewolves, Pack Dynamics, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Werewolf Mates, Pack Bonding, Fluff, Courting Rituals, Everyone is a Werewolf, Except Robin, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting

Summary

“What about your pack?” Steve asks, because, well— Werewolves are social creatures. Humans may not be right about the specific dynamics, the leaders and the runts and pack structures, but they got the general idea right. The idea that wolves have a distinct need for life, to be surrounded by it, sustained by it. There is no point in running beneath the glow of a full moon without people you trust. People who understand what it's like. “Don’t have one,” Eddie replies stiffly. “Don’t need one. I have my uncle. And my friends. Even though they’re human, they help with the whole socialization thing.” He’s a lone wolf, Steve realizes. That’s the smell that rolls off of Eddie Munson in irrepressible waves: it’s loneliness.

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My order form @babysitterpng came in and I love it! Thank you thank you thank you for the Steve sketch ❤️

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robin gets a gf. plot twist: it’s nancy

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I kind of have a thing for insecure Steve. Could I get a story about Steve never leaving anything of his behind anywhere he goes, especially in the homes of people he cares about? He is just so used to his parents always hiding him away. Maybe it takes Billy a full year to notice it after getting his own place and watches Steve freak out when he sees something of his that Billy had hidden and kept behind.

I’ve been writing a lot of smut lately, I was really in need of something nice and soft, thank you for requesting!

“I cleaned out a drawer for you.”  Steve looked up from his cereal.

“What do you mean?”

“One of my dresser drawers. I shifted some things around so one of them is empty. I thought you could keep some clothes here.” Steve looked down at the Metallica shirt he was wearing, had worn to bed last night. “Not that I don’t love you in my clothes, but it might be, easier. Then you wouldn’t have to leave for your shifts so early to go home and change.

“I, uh, thanks, Bill. But I still need to, like shower and stuff.” Billy rolled his eyes playfully.

“God, Princess. Sorry that my peasant hair care isn’t good enough for you.” He laughed, Steve forcing a weak smile. “Just bring some stuff. I know you have like, twelve extra bottles of all your products.” But Steve couldn’t. He couldn’t just, encroach like that.

When he was little, his parents didn’t want him to decorate his room. His mother was all over interior design, and had done the whole thing for him. It was fine, but there was no personality, not like Billy’s room back in his old place, or the tiny apartment he had just moved into. There were plants, and posters, and a shelf full of bongs. He had second-hand furniture, and lumpy blankets and several full bookshelves, and it was so him.

Steve didn’t know what his personality was. And this is Billy’s space, he can’t just have his shit everywhere.

So the drawer stayed empty.

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“I just bought you some of that fancy hair shit. It’s in the shower.” Billy said over toast one morning. “So you can just shower here.”

“Sorry, I didn’t bring clothes.” Billy made an odd face.

“Yeah, I know.” Steve blinked at him.

“What’s up?”

“Why don’t you wanna leave stuff here? You’re here every night, and then have to go home every morning to get clothes and stuff. You can just like, leave stuff.” Steve’s brain was working quickly.

“The laundry here is coin operated. Trying to, to save money or whatever.” Billy glared at him but let it go, returned to their breakfast.

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One wall in Billy’s apartment was nearly completely covered in photographs. Steve had gotten him a camera for his birthday the first year they were together, and Billy loved documenting the things around them. Most of the pictures were of Steve or Max, but he had all the kids, quite a lot of Robin, plenty of Jonathan and one of Nancy.

He had even tried to tack up some nudes he had taken of Steve one night, but Dustin had screamed when he saw them, so Steve took them down. Billy said the wall was everything that was important to him, and it made Steve;s heart swell every time he looked at it, saw the vast majority were of him.

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There was an extra toothbrush next to the sink.

Steve always brought his with him, kept it in his car these days. But now there was one in there, a black one with little Woodstock cartoons on them, matching Billy’s, black with Snoopy cartoons.

“Hey, I figured you could just leave on in here so you don’t have to use your gross car one.” Billy kissed him on the side of the head as he left the bathroom, leaving Steve to stare at the little yellow bird.

He used his gross car one.

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“Alright, Bill. Those movies aren’t gonna shelve themselves. I’ll see you tonight.” He kissed Billy’s head as he went past.

“You don’t gotta go home yet.”

“’Course I do. Still gotta get dressed.”

“You were draggin’ your feet about bringing clothes here, so I stole some out of your closet.” Steve froze.

“You, you what?”

“Yeah, they’re in the drawer.” Billy was reading the funnies in the paper, wasn’t paying attention to Steve, how wide his eyes were.

“Why, why would you do that?” His eyes flicked up.

“Whoa, it’s just fucking clothes. It’s not like I asked you to move in with me.”

“No but you, my stuff is here.” Billy rolled hie eyes.

“Is my place not good enough for your stuff or something? ‘Cause that’s really how this is starting to sound.”

“No, I just, this, this is your space and my stuff isn’t allowed here.” Billy furrowed his brows.

“What the fuck are you on about, Pretty Boy?”

“My stuff shouldn’t shouldn’t be here. It’s not my space, it’s your space, and it’s your stuff, and they shouldn’t, it shouldn’t be mixed.” Billy watched, utterly confused as Steve emptied the drawer and took his clothes home.”

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“Bill, is that, mine?” Steve pointed to the trophy on top of Billy’s dresser. It was one he got for taking State his junior swim season. He broke an Indiana State Record at that meet.

“Oh, yeah. I stole it outta your room.” It had been several months since the incident with the drawer. Billy had filled the drawer with his own things. He put away the Woodstock toothbrush when it continued to go unused.

“Why?”

“Makes me think of you.” He grinned. “Makes me think of you in a little speedo.”

“But, you have the pictures, you don’t need something of, of mine. He tried to get out of bed to grab the trophy, but Billy rolled on top of him, sitting in his hips and pining him down.

“What is with you and not wanting any of your things here? It’s really, it’s gotten on my nerves, Steve.”

“i just, you shouldn’t have to have my stuff, my mess all over your space.” Billy furrowed his brows.

“It’s one trophy. It’s not your mess.”

“But it’s, it doesn’t belong with your design aesthetic-”

“My design aesthetic is just shit I like that’s cheap. It fits perfectly with that. And this is about the drawer, and the toothbrush, and the hair products. I want you to be comfortable here, and in order to do that, you need stuff.”

“But you don’t want my stuff everywhere. I should, should stay hidden.”

“Stevie, what the fuck are you on about?”

“My parent just always hated when I left toys or things around. They said my things need to be in my space. They always told me that our house was designed a really specific way, my mom did it all herself, and that my stuff wasn’t allowed to be in spaces that weren’t mine. And sometimes, if they had an important client over for dinner, they would tell me to, to stay out of the way, or to hide.”

Billy squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath

“One of these days I’m gonna light your fucking parents on fire for all the shit they’ve done to you.” He opened his eyes. “Baby, I don’t want to hide you. I want your shit all over this apartment. I want you dirty clothes mixed with mine in the hamper. I want your hair products all over. I want your swim trophies, and toothbrush, and novelty mugs, and even that stupid fucking lamp that’s next to your bed.” It was this ugly white one that Steve had covered in weird stickers he would find places.

“But, why?”

“Because I fucking love you, and I want my space to be our space. And I like looking at pictures, or clothes, or trophies or random shit and thinking about you. You make me really fucking happy, Steve, and thinking about you at random times brightens up my fucking day.”

Steve’s brain was shorting out.

“So, I wouldn’t live here, but some of my stuff would, and that would make you happy?” He said it slowly. Billy’s face went red.

“Well, I mean, you could live here too. If you, if you wanted.”

“So, it would be like our stuff. And it would all live in our space.” He was searching Billy’s face biting his lip. “And you, you would be okay with that? With me just being here?”

“Baby, I literally never want to be away from you. You just being here would be like a dream come true.”

“Okay.” Steve’s smile was small.

“Okay?”

“Okay. I’ll move in.” Billy beamed, wiggling around a little in his excitement.

“Seriously? You’ll, you’ll move in? Oh, fuck yes. We’re just gonna, we’re gonna live together.” Billy was up and running to the kitchen. “I’m calling out of work! I’m gonna clear out some space for your stuff!” Steve giggled to himself, getting out of bed and going to the bathroom.

He used the Woodstock toothbrush.

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