#but if he’s worried about Robin it’s pancake time

[frownyalfred]

things all the robins were ready for when they began crime fighting: guns, getting shot at, being held at gunpoint

what none of the robins were ready for: 220+ lbs of one Bruce Thomas Wayne jumping on top of them and shielding them whenever bullets start flying

[rogueddie]

When Steve wakes up, he is very confused. His room looks very different and unfamiliar- but he knows it's his. It still has the plaid wallpaper his mom had picked out for him (he hadn't liked it, but there was a lot of lines and pretty colors).

The toy car his babysitter, Sarah, had gotten him for his fifth birthday isn't on his dresser anymore. He knows that she'd left it there for him last night, playfully insisting that he couldn't play with it until his actual birthday.

He'd been so excited to play with it. He wants to cry, and wail. He wants to run to his parents and scream until they give it back.

But they aren't home. That's why his babysitter had been over the previous night. They have a very important business trip that they aren't allowed to miss, not even for Steve's birthday.

The pictures in the hall look different too. Sarah had put up some cool pictures for him. She'd done the same for his fourth birthday. They had to take them down at the end of the day, but it had been nice to have family pictures up. Even if it was just for a day.

Sarah isn't downstairs.

He almost does scream this time. She'd promised that she'd stay the night, sleeping on the sofa, so he could have pancakes for breakfast. It's one of the many things that he can't, or isn't allowed, to make on his own.

His cake isn't in the fridge either. He even pulls a chair over so he can climb on it, to see if she'd hidden it on one of the higher shelves.

He sits on one of the dining chairs, watching the clock, and waiting.

After two hours pass, he gives up any hope he has.

Sarah, just like his parents, is probably too busy for him. He reasons that she probably just forgot to tell him. His mom had done that one time- it had stung, but he couldn't blame her. He forgot lots of stuff, even if it is important.

The only cereal in the pantry is some plain, corn brand that he doesn't recognise. It tastes just as bad as it looks, but there isn't a lot of food anymore.

At least, not a lot that he can make.

He has a second bowl, putting a few spoons of sugar in. It's not much better, but he doesn't feel so hungry anymore.

The TV looks different too. There's weird and new things playing. It's fun, interesting, and distracts him well enough that he's able to keep himself from worrying about how long he'll have to be alone again.

The next day goes the same.

The third day, he risks cooking. It ends up a little burnt, but it's better than cereal all the time.

The fourth day, he can't eat the food he tries to cook. It smells too nasty. He has to have cereal again. The sugar helps.

The fifth day, he doesn't risk cooking. His parents have never left him alone, without a babysitter, for more than a week, so he'll have a nice meal soon.

The sixth day, he checks their voicemail. There's a few odd messages from grown up sounding people, asking about how he's feeling, but he doesn't recognise any of their voices. He doesn't know what numbers he should try calling. He hopes they try calling again.

The seventh day, he sits at the bottom of the stairs. He stares at the front door, ready to jump up and give his mom and dad a warm welcome home.

The eighth day, he's starting to worry. Surely his parents will remember to call a different babysitter?

The ninth day, there's a key in the door. He almost misses it, sat in the kitchen, glaring at his cereal.

"Steve!" Someone calls. It sounds like one of the nice, unfamiliar grown ups who left a voicemail message. "Stevie! You here? How are- oh my god."

"Hi," Steve greets. He waves, tries giving his most polite smile. He almost forgets to keep his lips shut- his dad told him that his teeth don't look nice enough for a grin that big yet. "You're one of the nice people who left me a message, right?"

She stares at him for a long moment, mouth hanging open. "Steve?"

"That's me! What's your name?"

"Robin."

He sticks a hand out to her. "I's nice to meet you Miss Robin!"

"Yeah," she replies, voice high and thin. Her hand is trembling when she gently shakes his hand. "I'm... gonna need to use your phone. Real quick, ok?"

"Um... ok. But you can't make long distance calls, mommy will be very mad at me." He bites his thumb nail, following her into the hall. "Are you a babysitter? Is Sarah sick?"

"Sarah?" Robin echoes, questioningly. She's only half paying attention though, pushing in a phone number.

"My babysitter. She was supposed to be here for my birthday."

"It's your birthday?" She chokes out, spinning around so fast she stumbles. She looks heartbroken.

"Not anymore! It's ok, you don't need to be sad. She gave me my present early too, so it was good."

"Wait. How long have you been... what have you been eating?"

"Um. Cereal, mostly. All the food is different. It's weird."

"That's not- oh, hi," she turns away slightly, talking to whoever is on the phone. "Yeah, I'm at Steve's right now. Gather, like, everyone. We have a major emergency."

"No!" Steve quickly says. He tugs at the bottom of her top. "Not an emergency! You can't say that, you'll get me in trouble!"

"You don't understand, this is-"

"No, please," he pleads. He can only hope he won't get in trouble for talking back to her. "I'm sorry."

"Ok, ok, alright," she agrees. She pauses for a second, listening. "No, that was Steve. Yeah, exactly, that's why-"

"Tell them it isn't an emergency. Please. If dad hears, I'll be in big trouble."

"Ok, big guy. It's not an emergency. Just... yeah, do that. Yeah. Alright. No, I'll be fine. I can deal with it. Ok, see you soon."

She hangs up with a sigh, turning to look at him. She still looks sad.

"Are you ok, Miss Robin?"

Her laugh sounds strained, but she laughs. "I'm alright. How are you?"

"I'm ok. Do you know when mommy and daddy will be back?"

"I don't. I'm sorry, Stevie."

"It's ok. It's only, like... I can't really, uh, cook."

"I can make you something. What's your fave? It was your birthday, you said? Let's get you something special! How old are you?"

He stumbles a little, trying to keep up with her fast talking as well as he long strides. "I'm five. Sarah was going to make me pancakes."

"We can do pancakes." She searches the cupboards and fridge, frowning. "Where is anything?"

"I dunno. I looked but everything is all gone or weird."

"Well... we'll just have to have pancakes later. Special pancakes, for the special birthday boy."

"I guess."

She steps close, putting her hands on her hips as she looks him over. "Are you sure you're five? Did you hit your growth spurt early? You're getting real big."

"I dunno. Mommy says I'm gonna be tall and be a real ladies man, or something."

"Do you even know what that means?"

"Not really. Mommy thinks it's cool though."

"Hm. Are you too big to pick up?"

"Oh, you're not supposed to. Daddy says I'm a big boy now. Big boys don't get picked up."

"Your dad's an asshole."

Steve giggles, quickly covering his mouth with both hands. "You're not supposed to say that! It's a naughty word!"

"Supposed to do this, supposed to do that," she tutts. She leans down, scooping him up into her arms, resting him on her hip. "Your five, stop being so boring!"

Her hand feels so big on his back, like there's no way he could fall with her holding him. She doesn't even seem to mind his hand automatically grabbing the collar of her shirt.

"Daddy doesn't like it when people pick me up."

"What do you like? Hm? Do you want me to put you down?"

"... No."

"Then I'm not putting you down. Daddy isn't here to tell us off, is he? And what he doesn't know, can't hurt him."

She bounces him a few times, making him giggle. Judging by her satisfied grin, that was her aim.

It confuses him, a little. Mostly because she keeps doing that- little things, little comments, trying to make him laugh. Trying to make him smile. Even just listening to him talk about things. Little things. Silly things. Like she isn't annoyed when he goes on, and on, and on.

By the time another person comes in, he's decided that she's the best person in the whole wide world. If she puts him down or tries to leave, he's going to throw a tantrum.

He knows it's bad, but he doesn't want her to leave too. She's cool.

"Oh, God. Robin, please tell me that the baby isn't Steve."

"He's five," Robin corrects. "And yes, it's Steve. I checked, it's him."

"What the hell happened to him?"

"I don't know, I called you!"

"Is something wrong with me?" Steve asks, voice quiet and timid.

"No!" Robin quickly tries to say, at the same time the man says, "yes, obviously."

"Dustin!" Robin scolds.

"What? Lying to him won't help!"

"Neither will being a dick about it!" She tutts at him, adjusting Steve in her arms when she looks to him. "It's nothing, like, bad. It's just kinda weird. See, when we saw you, a week ago... you were a little bit older than me. And now you're five."

Steve stares at her for a moment. She looks too serious, too honest.

"Weird," he says.

"Exactly," she agrees. "From what you've said, though, it's not that bad. You're still you, and you're healthy. You're just... not so big."

"Maybe El can fix him," Dustin mutters, squinting at Steve. He leans close. "When did this happen?"

"He's been like this for a week," Robin tells him. Her voice is quiet, almost scared- it doesn't help that Dustin looks horrified too. "At least."

"Who's been taking care of him?"

"No one."

"What the hell," Dustin turns his frown on Steve. "Why didn't you call anyone?"

"Not supposed to unless it's a real emergency," Steve says. "Mommy says she has a repo... rep... rep-yuh-tay-shun. It's a big thing."

Dustin looks heartbroken, turning to Robin, who shrugs back at him. He groans after a pause, frowning at Robin. "Shit. You can't drive."

"Oh, shit."

"I'll call Eddie," Dustin sighs, already heading to the hall.

"Who's Eddie?" Steve asks.

"Eddie's a friend. He looks a little scary, but don't worry. He's a big softie, an absolute teddy bear." She leans close, whispering loudly with a grin. "Don't tell him I told you, though. He likes to pretend that he's all tough and mean."

"And he's... not mean?"

"Not a cruel bone in his body."

"Ok," he bites at his thumb, frowning when Robin gently pulls his hand out his mouth. "You won't leave though, right?"

"I'm not going anywhere."

"You gotta promise, though! Pinky Promise!" He lifts a hand, sticking his pinky up- Robin almost immediately wraps her own around his.

"I promise I won't leave you. Who knows what could happen if I leave you alone with the gremlins." She pretends to shudder. "Oh, the horrors.."

"He'll be here in five minutes," Dustin announces.

"That's... quick."

"Yeah. I barely got out 'Steve is in trouble' before he hung up."

"Maybe don't start like that next time," Robin rolls her eyes. She adjusts Steve again, trying to sit him higher on her hip. "He's probably breaking at least, like, five speeding laws or something."

"I don't think that's how it works."

"Whatever." She huffs. "Jesus. Steve, bud, I might need to put you down for a sec."

"Oh... um... do you have to?"

"My arms are really starting to hurt, bud," she says. She looks as upset at the idea as he feels. "Maybe we could sit down together. Would that be a good compromise?"

"Yeah!" He grins. "What's a comp- compa-"

"Com-pruh-mise." She says it slowly, careful to sound it out, as she sits down on the sofa. She pulls Steve around so he's sat on her knees, facing her. She keeps one hand on his back, supporting him.

"Com-pa-mise," Steve repeats.

"Oh, that was great!" Robin encourages, laughing at how big and excited Steves responding grin is. "Well, compromise is when..."

Robin is so patient with him, taking her time with him, making sure he understands what she's saying- before easily jumping onto whatever tangent he brings up.

It feels like only a few minutes have passed by the time the doorbell rings. Dustin stands to answer- Steve had completely forgotten he was there the whole time, too caught up in his conversation with Robin.

He doesn't come back for a moment. Steve can hear muttering, straining to hear what they're saying, but the living room doors shut.

A man follows him inside. He's tall, with long hair and dark clothes. He looks different to anyone Steve has ever seen before. He looks scary.

"Oh god," he mumbles, frowning at Steve. "You're not joking."

Steve tugs at Robins sleeve, leaning close to her, whispering, "who's that?"

"Oh, right!" Robin groans when she stands, lifting Steve with her. "Steve, this is Eddie. Eddie, this is Steve."

"This is Steve," Eddie repeats. "Jesus Christ."

"Why do you look so scary?" Steve blurts out. He slaps a hand over his mouth, horrified.

But Eddie just laughs. "Damn, Stevie, tell me what you really think."

"You do!" Steve snaps, face warming. "All the black and chains and stuff."

"Robin is wearing 'black and chains and stuff'."

"Yeah, but Robins cool."

"You wound me," Eddie gasps, slapping a hand to his chest. "I'm totally cooler than Robin."

"Nope," Robin quickly cuts in. "Steve said I'm cool, not you. It's been said, declared- no, decreed! Facts are facts, Eds, suck on it!"

"Ew," Steve and Eddie say in sync, grimacing.

"Alright," Dustin interrupts, hands on his hips. "You're introduced, now can we go? Now?"

Part two

[hotluncheddie]

little addition to this 🥞

it’s routine, every week, steve and robin go out. they get a little drunk, they dress up, and they dance. steve forgets all about work, about the past, about his dead love life. forgets it all and has fun with his best friend.

and it’s routine, every week, to go get the best pancakes the midwest has to offer. at denny’s. at 3am.

he gets the same thing every time and sits at the same booth, with robin. in their now sweaty club clothes, still tipsy and giggly and winding down from the heady buzz of the music and lights. they go to denny’s and steve is always starving, has been waiting, secretly thinking about it all night. can’t help closing his eyes around the first sweet mouthful.

he hadn’t wanted to go the first time, his feet hurt and he wanted his bed. but robin insisted and steve could never really say no to her. and that’s when he saw him, part of the reason he goes back every week and sits at the same booth. the denny’s line cook. the most beautiful guy steve’s ever seen. the very guy who makes the best pancakes the midwest has to offer, at denny’s, at 3am.

who steve can’t get up the nerve to talk too.

he’s just, scared. especially because he’s always a little drunk, worries that the guy won’t take him as genuine, won’t believe him that it’s been months and he’s all he can think about. that he sits at that booth because it gives him a view for the pass window, gets to see his hands slide the plates up and pull the tickets down and he has long fingers and lithe forearms and the biggest, prettiest brown eyes.

so sunday morning always comes and steve’s sober again, but he just can’t make himself go back.

he doesn’t even know his name.

but he want to. wants to know what he looks like not in work clothes, what he does in his spare time. wants to know if he’d still like steve in his work clothes, instead of shorts that are cut so high he’s almost showing cheek, or shirts that show the softness hes accepted at his stomach. if he even likes any of that at all, could ever like it. could like steve.

but then robin has to go visit her parents for the weekend. and without her there, there’s no club, no drinks, no dancing under the lights. it’s just steve, in their little apartment, thinking about work and the past and his none existent love life.

and the little pep talk robin gave before leaving floats through his mind. telling him he could try, if he wants, she believes in him, and hes a catch, she would know, she knows him best.

so when sleep won’t take him steve sees it as a sign. he switches his sweats for jeans but keeps the hoodie he’s in, wants to be comfortable, and he goes to get the best pancakes the midwest has to offer, at denny’s, at 3am. like every saturday night. but he’s sober. nervous but he needs to go. needs to be brave.

needs to find out how the pretties line cook makes the best pancakes around.

needs to know his name.

<3

final

@pearynice @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @stevesbipanic @spectrum-spectre @scoops-aboy86

[jaysgirlx]

Can you do a fic based off of https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRcsG8Yu/ this TikTok when Jason and reader was talking and it got deep and he joked about off!ng himself and the reader sits with him all night just in case he wasn’t joking? Please? I love your writing so much and if this is a touchy topic feel free to ignore or correct. Have a nice day!

❝ 𝐈’𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ❞

❥ pairing: jason todd x civilian f!reader

❥ summary: Jason and you are close, you always have been so close that you thought you knew him well enough to read his mind except you're wrong about that, and what you learn ends up scaring you more.

❥ warnings: mentions of death/suicide/afterlife, reminiscing of torture, heavy angst, little fluff, happy ending

❥ wc: 1.5k

Your fingers, combed through Jason's black locks while he focused his attention on you. The two of you had moments on these where you sat together in a comfortable silence. They tended to happen when one of you was upset, usually you but tonight you could tell something was wrong with Jason. So you kept quiet and let him rest. You didn't know if late nights like these would last forever.

"How long are you going to play with my hair princess?"

"Until you tell me what's wrong Jay"

Again you both fell into a silence. This time it was awkward like maybe you should've played dumb but it was too late night to think that. Jason sighed and sat up on your couch and laid his head on your lap. You tried to remove your hand from his hair but he gave this look like this is what he needed at least for tonight.

You weren't sure if or when you and Jason had crossed the friend boundary. The two of you obviously had not slept together but you had kissed numerous times. Sometimes when he was anxious you'd kiss him just to calm him down and it worked, except for the fact you'd end up making out. Or when he would go on patrol and you were worried he would kiss you and then he'd end up cuddling you till you slept off. The kisses you both shared were like little reassurances of love. Though the two of you never actually spoke about what they really meant.

You had wanted to for the longest time but you didn't because in the end you always knew that Jason cared for you. You could tell by the way he always left you breakfast when he had to leave while you were asleep or by the way he'd walk you home if you had decided to work overtime. Jason cared in his own little way and you take what you got especially since he made the best pancakes.

"I fought with Bruce today, he took Dick's side on something and I just got mad…I know they both care, but it doesn't feel like it sometimes y'know? It still feels like they're Batman and Nightwing and I'm still Robin" He stopped himself from speaking further like if he spoke more, he'd say something he'd regret. Jason didn't want to drop all his problems on you because he knew you would listen and he knew you'd comfort him. You did so much for him and was slightly worried he was becoming too much. Jason didn't want to become a burden to you, he enjoyed spending time with you and he didn't wan to fuck that up.

"I've always got your side Jay if that helps and you're not Robin anymore okay and regardless of that, Robin didn't make you…well you" you say, caressing his face. "You're just you Jay and if they've got a problem with you well then they have a problem with me"

"Well, I think I hate myself if I'm being honest" Those words made your hands stop and now you started to really listen. You knew Jason wasn't exactly happy with his life but you didn't think he hated himself. He was so cocky all the time that you couldn't even fathom the idea of him hating himself. "These days getting up in the mornings is so difficult and a good night's rest…I don't remember the last time I had one"

"Well I think we all can relate to that, life kinda sucks for all of us Jay. Everything we do is out of our hands and it seems like no matter how hard we try we're never fully just happy"

"You got that right, the last time I was really happy was…well nevermind, But sometimes I think about killing myself"

"Well I mean we all have, I thought about it a couple of times when work gets hard but-

"No y/n, I mean like really killing myself, like just putting my gun to my head and that's it." He laughs but you still don't manage to find it funny. "I know damn well there will be plenty of people who will probably find it pretty, my brains splattered everywhere and my body lifeless"

"I'd really prefer you'd not do that Jay"

"Okay but in all seriousness-"

"I don't want to hear this Jay"

"I'd want you to plan my funeral, you'd make it beautiful and hopefully not gloomy"

"Jay is this a funny matter, stop joking around"

"I doubt there's an afterlife, seeing that I did die once and I don't remember any floating gates or firey pits"

"Jay please stop it"

"C'mon we both know without you, I'd be better off-"

"No." you said and it came out broken. Jason looked up at you, you weren't playing with his hair anymore, you were crying. He tried to reach up and your tears away but you pushed away his hand. He hadn't meant to upset you, he didn't mean it. Well, he did but he wasn't going to, not when you still cared for him. You were what he was living for. "No, you can't do that Jay"

He again tries to wipe your tears and this time you let him, he sits up and kisses your forehead wishing he had never said anything. You were his world and all he could ever ask for. Without you, who would be there for him after a bad run on patrol? or when his nightmares would start coming back? Deep down Jason Todd is scared of living, he's scared of living without you. "I won't sweetheart, I won't, I promise. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said any of that"

Now he's holding you and rubbing your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. The two of you fell back into your comfortable silence, while Jason made himself comfortable again laying his head on your lap. He hates seeing you that way, with that look of fear and worry. He never wanted to cause it. He wanted to say something but all those hours of patrol and working overtime finally caught up to him. He thought he'd just take a nap, he didn't want to burden you with how heavy he was, lying on his lap but he couldn't help you, your lap was so comfy.

For a while, you watched Jason and didn't know why you were. He said he wouldn't hurt himself, he promised. Still, you were scared because of the way he talked about it...it was clear it wasn't the first time. You knew he had fallen asleep, his tell was that his breathing had slowed. You picked that up when he started coming over early in that morning to nap with you. Jason was only ever truly calm when was he asleep with you.

Watching him like this felt natural like you had to do this. You knew he was serious about killing himself and you just couldn't imagine a life with him, without Jason. Gently you caressed his sleeping face, admiring how handsome he was. The things that happened to him, you knew they affected him but you didn't want to think he'd go as far as to…no you couldn't think of it.

You leaned your own body back on the couch and tried to relax. You'd stay all night with him if you had to, you'd make sure he was safe. You weekend a vigilante like him, you couldn't fight and protect him from villains but you could protect him from himself. It probably seems crazy that you want to protect Jason Todd from himself but it's all you know how to do. You're not completely sure if Jason loves you but you know that you love him.

"I will always be with you, I'm yours Jay, I'm with you" you whisper sweetly against his forehead, before planting a soft kiss. You watch him all night and he sleeps quietly and hopefully comfortably with his head resting on your lap. You didn't work the next day and you had stayed up all night before, this wouldn't be difficult for you.

Even if it was, it was for Jason and he was always worth any trouble. You wish you could tell him that but that's a conversation for another time, for now, you just want to make sure he is still alive every morning.

When Jason Todd wakes up the following morning, you're drinking what he thinks is probably coffee and reading a book. His eyes fixate on you and he reaches up to brush his hand against your face, you smile at the soft touch. HE lets out a yawn and finally speaks up, "Whatcha doing up so early, princess?"

"Just admiring you Jay"

"M'sorry for sleeping on you, and I'm even more sorry for making you feel upset last night, you're…you're very important to me y/n, and as long as you'll have me, I'll be here"

"And I'm with you, for as long as you'll have me" you say with a smile as you hand him the rest of your coffee. He drank the rest before gently pressing a kiss to your lips. Another reassure of his love

Jason Todd was yours for a lifetime and you were happy with just that.

❥ a/n: sorry this took so long anon! I kept rewriting it because I didn't like how it was going. btw comment to be added to my taglist.

❥ taglist: @meowkn, @nia-jul, @woodenanemone, @millyhelp, @yourlocalcringydaydreamer, @kazzattack, @orchidsangel, @gleasonlovesjasontodd, @jason-anon

[apomaro-mellow]

Wrong Number 2

Someone said they liked when authors put their super-specific jobs in fics so I hope ya like Steve havin a (kinda romanticized) past job of mine.

For the first time in his life, Steve felt like the stereotypical young person who was always glued to his phone. Every time it made a noise or vibrated, his arm shot out like lightning, hoping with every fiber of his being that it was the mystery number.

It had been about five days since he'd sent that first message and he'd been worried about their conversations being stale. But that wasn't an issue. The only times their talks lulled was when they went to bed.

And even that was after texting late into the night. Steve would watch the clock go from 9 to 10 and promise to get to sleep at a reasonable hour. And then it would be midnight and what was a few minutes after that? Then he'd look up and it would be 2 in the morning.

Texting this guy had become the highlight of Steve's days. To the point where he didn't even realize Friday had come until one of his students mentioned it.

Then, purely out of habit, he asked: "Any weekend plans?"

"I've got a soccer game", Zach answered.

"My parents are having date night", Belinda said.

And normally Steve himself would be thinking about going out and finding someone for the night. But the idea hadn't come to him for once. He knew why, but he didn't fully process it until he got home to Robin, who was in the middle of cooking breakfast for dinner it seemed.

Steve was in the middle of replying to a text sent during lunch.

(12:15) I just realized you know about my off the wall job (12:17) But I have no idea what your 9 to 5 is (12:18) Your legally required to tell me if ur famous (12:18) Not bc im a clout chaser (12:19) But bc I might not have a clue who you are

[4:13] Not famous. Don't worry. I'm a teacher.

(4:15) As a former student I apologize

Robin opened the cabinet, looking for pancake mix. “Are you and that girl still texting?”

“Me and the who?”, Steve looked up from his phone.

“That girl? I assume you're finally setting up a date for this weekend?"

"She-" Steve racked his brain for a good excuse. But it was hard to do when the person who knew him the most was staring right at him.

"Whatever flaws of hers you're about to make up, I'm gonna call bullshit because your phone hasn't stopped pinging for days." She started mixing the pancake batter.

Steve looked down at the words on his screen. The one flaw of this guy was that they couldn't meet in person. But maybe it was time to close the distance just a bit.

"She's shy. Might just text a bit more before she's ready."

[4:19] No need for sorries. All my kids are great. But that's probably because I teach their favorite class.

(4:21) Oooh their favorite? (4:21) It's gotta be something like art rite? (4:22) Or are you being a smart ass cuz you teach like calculus or something?

[4:23] I teach cooking 😛

(4:23) Oh shit. (4:24) You're actually the favorite

[4:25] Toldja. Hey quick question and then possibly many more questions.

(4:26) Go ooooon

[4:27] How would you feel about spending the night playing 20 questions? Like are you free tonight?

Eddie bit his lip as he looked at Steve's words. He had picked his shifts this weekend to make sure he had plenty of time to talk to Steve. Which meant he was in fact free tonight. He replied as such and Steve said he wanted a little time to take a shower and then he'd be ready.

And because he was a little shit, Eddie took advantage of him being away from his phone.

(4:35) Since you're in the shower, I'm taking the first question. Boxers or briefs?

[4:54] Cheater. And I prefer boxer briefs. My turn?

(4:55) Go for it

Eddie was curled up on his couch, tv low and in the background as he waited for Steve's question.

[4:55] What's your name?

(4:56) THATS your first question? (4:56) Wait we've been texting for days haven't you saved my number? (4:57) What do you have me as?

Steve bit his lip, wishing he could lie to this guy, but he couldn’t. Instead he sent a screenshot of his phone.

(4:59) Misty? That’s the name of the chick?

[5:00] Yeah. But I guess I should put your actual name now, right?

It was a gamble. But this guy already knew Steve’s name. And by this point they’d been texting for nearly a week. He just wanted to know his name. He pushed back the part of himself that said he needed to know.

(5:00) It's Eddie.

Eddie. The guy he'd been talking to was named Eddie. Eddie with the long curly hair and the chunky rings who threw axes for a living. He was a far cry from the soft girls he usually dated. Or the preppy guys he usually dated.

(5:02) Favorite bug?

The question threw Steve for a moment but he decided to humor him.

[5:04] Bees 🐝I like how fuzzy they are. And I like honey. [5:05] What rings do you have?

A couple minutes later, Eddie replied with an image. It was taken from above and showed his hands lying flat on a coffee table. Steve zoomed to make out the details of each ring. He was also able to see a watch and a couple of wristbands on him.

[5:08] How did you take that picture? With your mouth? 🦭

(5:09) Did you did you just compare me to a seal???

[5:09] What other animal catches things in their mouths?

'I can be an animal with my mouth'. Thankfully, Eddie's fingers weren't as fast as his brain and he didn't send that to Steve. Eddie had in fact put his phone in his mouth the take the picture, having a real 'no thoughts, head empty moment' when Steve asked about his rings.

Steve was letting his own mind wander as he gazed at the picture. Eddie's hands were...his hands were...well they were-

(5:10) Favorite youtuber?

The adoration of Eddie's hands were interrupted by Eddie himself as their question and answers continued. The picture continued as well. Steve sent pics of his favorite pair of shoes, his hair products, and of his neck when Eddie said he didn't believe he had all these moles.

Eddie had sent pictures of one arm, covered in tats, his acoustic guitar, and a super worn copy of Peter Pan.

The hour was growing late and both of them were feeling more bold but at the same time hesitant because it felt like they were close to crossing a line.

Needing an outside opinion, Eddie consulted with The Council (the discord server with his band mates) about whether or not he should shoot his shot. Gareth told him to go for it, what harm could it do? Grant said to do it because it could potentially be the funniest catfishing story. Jeff agreed that he should, if only because their guitarist getting murdered would be a great back story.

With their unanimous approval, Eddie decided to start actively flirting with Steve.

(8:37) Soooooo ya like jazz?

[8:38] I do actually. I really love the piano.

Okay, that one was just practice. Be smooth. Be suave. None of that was in Eddie's wheelhouse but thankfully nothing he said turned Steve away. He always seemed just as eager to reply back.

(9:10) What's your oldest piece of clothing?

Eddie was thinking of his own oldest article a t-shirt that had started out overgrown on his tiny eight year old body but he'd grown into and kept over the years. It was super faded but filled with the memory of the first time he spent more than a couple of days with his uncle.

[9:12] I'd show you, but I'm wearing them right now.

Steve had closed his bedroom door before sending the text. There wasn't anything scandalous but it seemed like it could very quickly veer into that territory. All Eddie had to do was ask. If he wanted to see them, Steve would show it.

'I would like to see it.'

(9:12) I would like to see it

Eddie knew it could be anything. Maybe a holey sock. Or maybe he also had a super faded t-shirt with deep sewn-in memories as well. Maybe he was wearing a class ring?

[9:14] image.jpeg

Eddie was treated (and goddamn what a treat it was) to Steve Harrington's bottom half, barely covered in shorts with a school's logo on them. Thick thighs covered in hair. And a bulge that was there. It was very there. Eddie couldn't overstate how there it was.

He palmed his own crotch before remembering he was looking at a guy's junk and about to jerk off to it in his living room. And he had yet to answer. What was the most respectful way to say 'humina humina humina-wolf whistle-awooga'?

(9:16) Are you trying to kill me Steve?

[9:17] Do you like it?

'Awooga.'

(9:18) ❤️‍🔥 🔥 🥵

Eddie tried to think of any other way to tell Steve how hot he made him but it felt like typing words just wasn't enough.

(9:19) Can I do something insane? (9:20) And feel free to ignore me if it's too much

Steve was lying in his bed, phone of his charger now. Nothing Eddie could do would be too much. He could knock on his door and he would let him in.

[9:21] Go ahead

A second after he sent that, Steve's phone started to ring. It was Eddie. He stared for about five seconds before picking up.

"Hey."

"Hey."

If possible, Steve melted more into his bed. Eddie's voice...he didn't know what he expected but it wasn't that. He said one word and Steve wanted to wrap himself in it.

"That was pretty naughty of you, sending me that pic. I could show up to your school."

"You'd be a few years too late. These are my oldest shorts, remember?"

"Tiniest shorts maybe."

Steve laughed and Eddie was on cloud nine. He was so lost in bliss, he miscalculated and fell off the couch.

"What was that?"

"I uh, I fell. Off my couch."

"Did you fall hard?"

Eddie beamed as he got up and turned off the tv. Now that he had his voice, all he wanted to hear was the man on the other line.

"Oh super hard."

Steve let out a sound from the back of his throat and he wondered if Eddie had heard it. It was honestly amazing how the smallest things got him going. Or maybe he was just that into Eddie.

"You still there Steve?"

....."Yeah. I'm still here."

Part 4

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[judeswhore]

livin’ in a daydream; steve harrington

summary: steve’s been worried you’ve been pulling away because you’ve fallen out of love with him, but little did he know the secret you were trying to hide was something he’d been dreaming about forever

pairing: steve harrington x reader

requested: yes

warnings: mentions of pregnancy

notes: you can find my masterlist here. this is a repost so fingers crossed it works this time

steve knew you like the back of his hand, knew you better than he knew himself, better even than you knew yourself and so it was no surprise that he picked up on your slightly odd behaviour pretty quickly.

at first he'd passed off your desire to stay home rather than hang out with your friends as just plain exhaustion, you'd been working every shift you could at the local coffee shop as well as driving max and lucas to and from school every day, he understood that maybe you just needed some rest. he also passed off your refusal to join him, robin, dustin and erica to the carnival as you not wanting to intrude on what you always called "scoops troop quality time" but it was when you passed on movie night that steve really started to wonder if something was up. because you never passed on movie night, even when you were sick and he had to force you to stay home with the promise of two movie nights in a row if you just let him take care of you. 

he'd started to notice you distancing yourself at the start of the week, had watched the way you slowly lost that spark he loved so much, how the twinkle in your eye turned dull but every time he asked if something was wrong you shrugged it off. more than once you told him you were just stressed from work and college applications and tired from countless sleepless nights. he didn't believe you, you always tugged at your earlobe when you lied and he'd lost count of how many times you'd done that tiny movement in the last few days. there was something wrong and the way you seemed to be avoiding steve made his stomach twist and his head hurt, a nauseating feeling of dread building inside him as he fretted over whether he'd done something wrong.

on thursday, he'd asked if you wanted to stay the night, his parents were out of town again and it seemed like forever since you'd spent time just the two of you (in reality it had probably been only a week tops but steve was clingy and in love and hated every second he wasn't with you) but you'd turned him down before he'd even managed to completely ask. he'd rambled just slightly about how you could make dinner together or order take out and he'd let you watch one of your cheesy romcoms and then he'd make you breakfast the next morning but just as he was about to tell you about his new pancake topping suggestions you'd started shaking your head. you'd told him you had to work late and then had an early tutoring session the next morning so you'd barely even see him so there wasn't really much point and before steve could really argue or show his disappointment you were pushing a kiss to his cheek and climbing from his car.

he felt upset and confused and lost because that was a straight up rejection and a clear indication you didn't want to spend time with him and steve didn't really know why. he thought everything was going great, he thought the both of you were more than happy and as the bitter sting of that rejection lingered in his chest he couldn't help but dwell on his past failed relationships, on the way they had slowly pulled away before he'd lost them completely. those had hurt, but this hurt even more because steve hadn't really loved them, not the way he loved you.

your turn down of movie night with the guys was what finally had steve's resolve snapping, had him pushing his anxiety over his own fears out of the way so he could talk to you. your friends were also starting to question your sudden absence from hangouts, max and lucas who saw you every day claiming you'd been acting weird since last week, jittery and somehow always on the verge of tears but telling them you were fine whenever they asked. so, after friday movie night had ended and he'd dropped the kids off at their respective houses, steve made his way to your place, palms sweaty and his heart in his mouth. if you were unhappy with him he wanted to know now, he couldn't keep torturing himself with "what ifs" and if max and lucas were right and you had been upset all week he needed to try and make it better. he wouldn't leave until he'd made it better.

you'd told him that morning when he'd called that your parents were out of town for the weekend visiting your grandma so steve wasn't all that surprised to find the house in darkness, not a single light flickering through the windows. that was until he reached the front window and he made out the soft buzz of the tv light through a crack in the curtains, the only indicator anyone was home. he pressed his finger into the doorbell, rocked on the balls of his feet as he tapped out a nervous rhythm against the side of his jean clad leg. it was a tense couple of seconds while he waited, each moment tightening the ball of anxiety in his chest, making his throat ache just slightly as he ran over possible reasons why you might not love him anymore. he knew it was a bit of a leap, you'd just cancelled a few things, but steve was all too familiar with people falling out of love with him and your constant avoidance didn't feel too good.

the pit that had taken up residency in his stomach disappeared briefly however when you pulled open the door and his eyes landed on your face. you were so clearly foggy with sleep, brows drawn in tight, pout settled on your lips, gaze just slightly unfocused and steve couldn't help the tug of his heart or the smile that formed on his lips. you squinted from the outside light, rubbed your fingers over your eye.

"hi, stevie, what're you doing here?" that nickname and the soft tone of your voice almost had his knees buckling, heat trickling down his spine, making even the ends of his fingers hot with endearment. you looked heartbreakingly pretty in the outside glow, the kind of pretty that steve had read about in books and he felt like the luckiest man alive to have ever been able to say you were his. you were dressed in shorts and one of his old shirts, the hem warn and frayed, falling just below the tops of your thighs and his grin grew a little wider when he noticed you were wearing one pair of the matching fluffy socks he'd bought. it was simple and nothing yet everything all at once and it wasn't lost on steve how you could take his breath away just by simply being you.

your question hung unanswered in the air for a few moments before he blinked, swallowed the dryness in his throat and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. they were damp, his nerves clearly making a physical appearance and he tried to will himself to calm down as you met his gaze, smile soft and curious. you weren't mad he was there, that had to be a good thing, right?

"jus'- just missed you at movie night, i wanted to make sure you were okay, that you got home safe. did i wake you up?"

"no, not really. i rented pretty in pink last week so i thought while my parents were away i could watch it." you paused, tilted your head as you considered him for a second, your smile turning teasing and a twinkle sparking in your eyes. "you could've called to check on me y'know."

"yeah, yeah i know but i wanted to make sure in person. i was passing by anyway." he wasn't and you knew it but before you could call him out he pushed on, nervously rubbed a hand over his jaw. "and i also wanted to talk to you, not over the phone. i- uh," steve stumbled over his words for a second, glanced around the empty street and figured it was better to get it over with now than to wait. he couldn't spend another sleepless night worrying whether you were okay, he needed to know what was going on. "can i come in?"

"of course, steve, are you okay?" you reached out, slipped your fingers through his and pulled him over the threshold, pulled his hand up to your chest as he kicked the door closed with the heel of his shoe. he let you pull him in, let you graze your fingers down his arm as he dropped his hand to curl around your waist. you were warm and smelled of vanilla, of home and steve wanted to tuck his face away in your neck and have you tell him you loved him, that it was all in his head and he wasn't about to lose you. he settled for squeezing your hip.

"i'm okay, i'm worried about you."

"me?" you were leading him towards the living room, careful not to trip over your shoes you'd left discarded in the dark hallway and then you settled on the sofa, pulled him down with you. his knees bumped yours. "why are you worried about me? i'm okay." despite your words there was an unconvincing wobble to your voice and your gaze slipped from his eyes to a spot of fluff that was settled on his jacket. you tugged a little at your earlobe, toyed with the little earring he'd bought you for your birthday and that was all he needed for his next words to come out.

"because this whole week you've just-you've been so distant. you've blew me off more times than you ever have, you haven't wanted to hang with the kids or robin, you said no to movie night." steve sighed and picked at a loose thread on his jeans, tried to keep his emotions at bay but he felt a little like he might cry. especially if he'd been right all along and you were just tired of him. "i'm just worried something's wrong, y'know? with you," he paused and his next words were almost a whisper. "with us."

"steve."

"it's just, if you're sick of me, if you don't love me anymore i guess that's okay but you have to tell me, if i've done something wrong or-or just if there's something wrong with you, you can tell me. if something happened you know you can talk to me about it." you were staring almost blankly at him, lips parted, hands settled in your lap and it twisted something inside of him. "y/n, all i care about is you being happy and safe and you haven't been yourself this week, not really and max and lucas said you've been a little off when they've seen you. if there's something i can do then you have to tell me, so i can help and i can try and make you feel better. and y'know if i'm the problem-"

"steve, stop, you're not the problem." you shook your head with a frown, brows knitted together tightly and you reached for his hands, wrapped your fingers around his and squeezed. your lips tilted into a soft, barely there smile. "and i'm not sick of you, you idiot. i'm ridiculously in love with you and i don't think i would ever get tired of you."

"yeah?"

"steve, i love you. so much you can't even begin to understand."

the relief that steve felt hearing those words was almost nauseatingly strong, his heart squeezing and his tummy rolling. he felt the tension in his shoulders shift fractionally and the lump that had been living in his throat unlodged itself when he let out a soft breath. despite his relief over your feelings for him, there was still something wrong and he was determined to find out what. he reached up and brushed his thumb over the soft skin of your cheek, traced lightly down the bridge of your nose.

"then what's going on? because it's not like you to cancel all your plans." your eyes fell to his lap, your teeth worrying at your bottom lip until steve tugged it free, thumb flat against the plush skin. "baby, c'mon, look at me. let me help you."

you sighed, reaching up to curl your fingers around his wrist, turning your head into the palm of his hand. steve's other hand landed on your leg and gave a comforting squeeze to your knee, tugging your body a little bit closer to his.

"tell me what's going on."

"i'm pregnant." your words were somewhat jammed together, rushed out as your gaze darted around steve's face, bounced from his eyes down to his chin and back up as though you weren't sure where to look. he could see the clear worry on your face, etched into the features he knew so well and for a few moments he simply stared. at the girl he'd been in love with for years, his mind somehow not fully having caught up with your words although his heart must have because he swore it was trying to beat out of his chest. a giddy elated feeling of happiness had swelled inside of him, sudden and unexpected and all consuming.

steve probably should have said something immediately, should have squeezed your hand or kissed you, done anything to show that he'd heard and he was happy. but his body and mouth hadn't kept up and as the seconds ticked by and he blinked at you, your worry turned into a full blown panic, head pulling back and out of steve's grip. your eyes shone from the tv light and he caught the tremor in your hands and the way you spun your ring around and around your finger. 

"i haven't been keeping it from you, i mean, i have but not for long and not purposely or anything. i found out last week, my period was really late and-and i was sick a couple times and constantly felt nauseous and so i thought i'd do a test, i didn't think it would actually be positive but it was. i didn't know what to do and i didn't know how to tell you or how to bring it up and i didn't want you to be angry with me or-" you were rambling and any other time, under any other circumstances, steve would have found it adorable but your state of panic made his chest ache with the need to reassure you.

"hey, breathe, look at me." he took your hands, stopped you from fiddling and brought one up to his lips. eyes still on yours, he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles and watched the way you blew out a shaky breath. "babe, i'm not angry with you, i would never be angry with you, especially not about this, we did it together didn't we? is this why you've been avoiding me all week?"

"i didn't know what you wanted."

"what do you want?"

"what?" you faltered, blinked at him and steve smiled, soft and adoring and leant in to press a kiss to your lips. it was fleeting but you almost melted into him, your fingers tightening around his and he knew you well enough to know you'd been agonising over what he'd say all week. as if a family with you wasn't his most prominent daydream. as if he'd ever make you go ahead with something if you weren't ready, no matter how much he wanted it.

"tell me what you want." he thought you'd hesitate, thought you'd take your time to answer but you replied almost straight away, gaze shy when you looked up at him.

"i wanna have a family with you." steve kissed you again, on your mouth and then your cheek before settling one to your forehead.

"i wanna have a family with you too, so badly. you have no idea how much i've thought about it, about our own little harrington running around but it doesn't have to be right now, not if that's not what you want. if you’re not ready.”

"what if it is?”

“then we can work it out together. i want to have a baby with you, now or in a few years or when we’re thirty. i think becoming a dad right now would be the best thing to ever happen to me but i want it to be something we both want. i don’t want you to think we can’t wait and try again when we’re ready.” he laughed softly and brushed his thumb over the curve of your ear. “we can actually, y’know, plan.” your smile made his ears buzz.

“it’s silly, it’s only been a few days and i’ve been worried sick for most of them but i’ve also been thinking a lot about our future. every time i drove max and lucas to school i kept having these daydreams, of us doing school runs and first days at kindergarten. i saw you helping el study and i couldn’t stop thinking about you doing that with our own kid.”

“i don’t think ellie would appreciate someone stealing her study buddy but i’m sure we could work something out.” you grinned at this and locked your eyes on his.

“i don’t think i wanna wait.”

“no?” the shake of your head was final.

“i want to have this baby with you now, steve.”

“god, you have no idea how badly i want that.” something went off inside him, a toe curling kind of happiness buzzing in his veins and he couldn't hold back his grin or the way he gripped your face and kissed you. he cupped your cheeks and pulled you into him, opened his mouth over yours and revelled in the breathless sound you let out as you gripped his shirt.

"i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner."

steve shook his head, chased away your apologies with another kiss. he was giddy and had the urge to laugh as he pulled you into his lap, scattered kisses across every bit of your face he could. your fingers got lost in his hair, your body pressing impossibly close to his and steve felt lighter than he had all week.

"you don't need to apologise, i just wish you hadn't have worried so much. i love you and i want you to talk to me about anything, no matter what it is. we deal with stuff together, remember? it's always been me and you." you nodded and sat back in his lap and steve's eyes made a beeline for your stomach. there was no obvious difference, you looked the way you always did but he knew there was something there and it made his head a little fuzzy. he pressed his hand against your soft skin. "i can't believe we're gonna have a baby."

"i bet becoming a dad wasn't on your bucket list this year." your grin was teasing, hand settling over his as you both pressed against your tummy but steve was almost serious when he met your gaze.

"you'd be surprised." he blew out a breath and moved to brush his fingers over your jaw. "it's been on my bucket list since i met you."

"you met me when we were six."

"and i told everyone we'd have a family one day. told the entire neighbourhood i was gonna marry you. fuck, i can't believe i'm gonna be a dad. we're really gonna have a baby." steve couldn't stop smiling even as he pressed his face against the side of yours, nuzzled his nose lovingly against your cheek.

he felt ridiculous for his earlier worries, for thinking he'd lost you and couldn't believe that in less than half an hour his entire life had changed. he always thought he'd be terrified of this moment, regretful of his recklessness, worried that he'd mess up. that he'd be like his own father. but all he felt was adoration and happiness as he looked at you, a heavy and full feeling to his heart.

"i love you. i love you so much and you're gonna be the perfect mommy, y'know that? gonna be fuckin' perfect, baby." steve let you pull him in, let you tilt his jaw and kiss him until his lips were numb and he lost track over all other thoughts. you kissed the corner of his mouth, pressed your forehead to his and sent him a breathtaking smile.

“you know you have to tell dustin he’s not the baby anymore, right?”

[ablogcalledrevenge]

Breakfast Surprise

@steddiemicrofic prompt: birthday // WC: 529 // Rated G

For the amazing @steddieas-shegoes! Happy Birthday! This is only my second fic in the fandom but the prompt inspired me and I was bored at work, so here you go! I hope you like it!

He wakes up to the sound of Britney Spears, which all things considered, is not how he wants to wake up on his birthday. But then again, there was a time when Eddie didn’t think he’d reach his 21st birthday, let alone his 33rd. So he can deal with the Princess of Pop.

But that does raise the question; who is playing music this morning? The obvious answer is Steve, because duh, who else? But since it is Eddie’s birthday and since Steve did say he had a surprise, Eddie is inclined to act like a detective and give in to the silliness. He gets up out of bed, his hip twinging a little like it does on colder mornings, and makes his way towards the kitchen. The sound of Britney gets a little louder, as does the sound of talking and laughing. The visual he gets when he finally reaches the doorway of the kitchen makes him wish for a camera.

Steve is pouring pancake batter onto the griddle, glasses on and yellow pajama pants low on his hips. Livy is standing on a stepstool, dropping chocolate chips onto each pancake, her small hands dropping each one with intense concentration. She’s got her Cookie Monster nightgown on, the little ruffles swaying as she dances to the song playing. The morning sun is coming in through the window, bringing out the blonde in their hair, and the rays of light draw Eddie’s eyes towards an empty coffee mug on the table, with Robin’s usual lipstick stain. While he’d love her to be here too, Eddie knows she had to go in early for work.

Steve and Livy still haven’t noticed him, content to sing slightly off key and flip pancakes. He’s about to say something, maybe ask where-

“You’re supposed to be in bed.” A little voice pipes up behind him, causing Eddie to jump.

“Holy shi-sh-shhh! You scared me.” He flounders, looking down at Ellie who looks far too exasperated for her tender age of 4. It’s frankly adorable and the way Eddie’s heart expands at the sight of her scrunched up face honestly makes him worry a little. His heart’s been through a lot, could it handle the stress? Ellie reaches for his hand and pulls him fully into the kitchen.

“Daddy spoiled his surprise. He got out of bed.” She announces to the room. Livy jumps down from her stool and runs towards Eddie, extending her arms up. He gladly grabs her and spins them around, peppering her face with kisses.

“I couldn’t help it! I smelled breakfast cooking and knew I had to investigate!” He laughs as Steve sets the table with breakfast. Ellie pulls out a chair, standing on the seat to raise herself higher. Steve picks her up to make it even. The girls are very concerned with things being even right now, so both men would rather go along with it than cause a fight.

“Happy Birthday Eddie.” Steve says quietly, leaning over to give him a soft kiss. The girls in turn each kiss Eddie’s cheeks and Eddie can’t think of a better breakfast, a better morning, a better birthday.

[stevesbipanic]

For my lovely Cass @henderdads because I owe you a happy, birthday fic 🎂

Steve had a weird relationship with his birthday.

When he was little his birthday was a big event. His mum would wake him up with a big pile of pancakes that he'd get to eat in bed and wouldn't need to worry about getting syrup on the sheets. Then his parents would load him up in the car and they'd go to Indianapolis where they would have lunch in the big park and then his dad would take him to the biggest toystore he'd ever seen and little Steve would pick anything he wanted. He would always fall asleep in the car ride home and his parents would carry him upstairs and tuck him into bed.

Once he started school his parents would throw a big pool party for him and his classmates with cake and presents, one year he even had a bouncy castle. Tommy would get to sleep over and they would get to stay up watching movies and eating popcorn.

Steve could remember the year it all changed.

When he was twelve his parents had to leave for work at the last minute, some emergency Steve didn't really understand. They apologised that they'd miss Steve's birthday but they'd make up for it when they came back and left him money so he and his friends could get pizza or go to the movies while they were gone. It was ok, it felt weird not getting birthday pancakes, he just made himself some cereal and hung out with Tommy and Carol. When they came back they still went to Indy but it felt different, felt forced.

The next year they missed it again, they still left money but there was no Indy makeup trip on their return.

The following year they didn't even realise they missed it until they came back, they gave him some money for pizza, they were leaving again.

By the time he was sixteen he didn't expect anything. He made himself pancakes now, still ate them up in bed, he was a lot better at cooking now. He hung out with Tommy, took Nancy on a date. It was fine, it was just another day but with pancakes.

Robin brought back the magic of birthdays.

When she discovered what his birthday was she insisted she get to plan his day. Steve had no plans so he agreed easily with his best friend.

The night before his birthday she slept over, they crashed on the couch together under a pile of blankets, the TV still on. Steve woke up the next day to noise in the kitchen. He saw Robin making pancakes and almost cried.

"Hey birthday boy! Sit, sit, these are almost done, my mum always makes me pancakes on my birthday so I thought you'd like the same."

"Y-yeah thanks, Robin."

They ate their pancakes as Robin told him about her plans for the day, she had convinced Jon and Nance to carpool the kids to the quarry and they were going to have a picnic down there with the whole little family.

It was a perfect day.

Steve spent his twentieth birthday in a hospital room. Eddie had been here for weeks, Max just down the hall, Steve barely left, only to help volunteers and get a change of clothes. At least Eddie was awake, Steve loved talking to him, learning everything about him. He didn't even realise his birthday had arrived until Robin arriving with a little Tupperware of pancakes.

"Didn't think I'd miss the big day did you? You're old now dingus the big 2-0."

Steve cracked a smile, his eyes stung a bit with tears seeing the pancakes.

"Thanks, Robbie."

"Stevie, you didn't tell me it was your birthday, shouldn't you be doing something fun."

Steve smiled at Eddie softly, "I'm exactly where I want to be, Eds."

The three of the shared the pancakes and swapped stories of birthdays past.

Steve could never pick a favourite birthday but the morning of his 21st came pretty close. He woke up just as the sun started filtering through the curtains of his tiny apartment. Their soft rays gently stirring him. He opened his eyes to see the space beside him empty, he was confused briefly before the bedroom door opened.

Eddie cracked a soft smile as he gazed at his boyfriend.

"Good morning, sweetheart, special delivery for the birthday boy."

That morning they shared a big stack of pancakes in their bed and didn't worry about getting syrup on the sheets. Pretty close to a perfect birthday.

[atimeofyourlife]

Breakfast in bed

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: free space/ domestic fluff | rated: g | wc: 615 | tags: established relationship, fluff Eddie attempts to make breakfast in bed for Steve after a long week.

Eddie didn't know what had possessed him to try and make Steve breakfast in bed. Well, he did. Steve had been working so hard over the previous week, having to pull multiple doubles because Keith had screwed up the scheduling and allowed too many people to take vacation at the same time, and then Robin had called out sick for the entire week because she'd come down with pneumonia. It was Steve's first day off in over a week, and he deserved to sleep in, and then do as little as possible. So Eddie was making breakfast.

The problem was that he wasn't a great cook. He wasn't a disaster in the kitchen, he was generally safe with everything and wasn't so bad that he could burn water. But the extent of his culinary expertise was mostly stuff that was boxed or canned. Anything that took minimal preparation and came with clear instructions on the packet. Which had meant that they'd been surviving off tv dinners, and box mac and cheese, and other easy packet meals, for the week, because Eddie wasn't going to let Steve cook after the long days he was having at work. It just wouldn't have been fair.

But he wanted to give Steve something better on his day off. Making breakfast was an adventure. The eggs were fairly easy, he'd decided on making scrambled eggs as he could never get fried eggs the way Steve liked them. He somehow always managed to overcook them to the point he was almost certain they would bounce if he dropped one, either that or they were practically raw. He just found scrambled eggs easier. He even made sure to add the handful of shredded cheese and the dash of hot sauce to get them right. The bacon didn't go quite right, coming out slightly burnt, but luckily Steve liked his bacon so crispy it was almost cremated, so it wasn't unsalvageable. He wasn't even going to attempt to make anything like waffles or pancakes or french toast, but there were frozen pancakes that he could toast. He also found some hash browns when he was looking in the freezer, so he threw some into a pan to add them to Steve's breakfast as well. While he was making coffee, those did overcook, leaving about half too burnt to serve. But once everything was plated, he felt it was a half decent breakfast.

When Eddie got upstairs with the breakfast, he realized there was one thing he hadn't quite thought through. How to open the bedroom door with his hands full. He was looking for somewhere to put the tray down, when Steve opened the door and started to walk out.

"Eds? What's going on?" Steve asked, looking Eddie over.

"I. I made you breakfast? I was bringing it up to you so you could have breakfast in bed." Eddie replied, shuffling a little on the spot, unsure what to do now as he couldn't surprise Steve in bed with it.

"I thought I could smell something burning." Steve replied with a grin.

"Hey!" Eddie couldn't be offended, because he knew Steve was right. "Now, mister, you are going to get back in bed and enjoy this breakfast that I painstakingly made for you. And for the rest of the day, all you have to worry about is relaxing."

"Thank you." Steve went and climbed back into bed, Eddie following him and handed him the tray once he was settled. "This looks good, Eddie. I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart. You deserve the best." Eddie sat on his side of the bed, leaning over to kiss Steve before he could start eating.

[taivansupremacy]

written on my heart

Summary: Starting when you turn 12, anything that your soulmate draws on their skin will show up on yours. Robin has waited years to see what her soulmate will draw.

Word count: 2,345

A/N: ahh im so excited about this fic!! thank you to @thruheavenandhighwater for all her help/beta reading. i tried something new towards the end and wrote the reader in 3rd person since this is from robin's pov. as usual, likes, reblogs, and feedback is always appreciated!

CW: questioning sexuality, brief implication of homophobia

1980: 12 years old

On the morning of her twelfth birthday, Robin leapt out of bed and immediately ran to her bathroom to stare at her body in the mirror, searching for any sign of words or doodles sprawled across her skin. She rolled up both of her sleeves and put her foot on the bathroom counter to get a closer look at her legs. When it was clear that nothing was there, she huffed in disappointment, rolled down her sleeves and made her way downstairs for breakfast with a small frown. 

Her mom was in the kitchen flipping her yearly birthday pancakes when Robin sunk into a seat at the kitchen table, only slightly sulking. Mrs. Buckley placed a plate stacked high with pancakes and topped with whipped cream and birthday sprinkles in front of her with a kiss on top of her sandy blonde head and a whispered happy birthday. 

“What’s got you so down?” Mrs. Buckley asked upon noticing her daughter’s dejected nature, “It’s your twelfth birthday! You’re supposed to be excited.” 

“Not when your soulmate hasn’t written anything on your skin yet,” She grumbled as she shoveled a bite of pancake into her mouth, “I thought it was supposed to show up when you turned twelve!” 

Mrs. Buckley chuckled as she sat down beside Robin with her own plate, “Be patient. I’m sure he’ll draw something soon.” She reassured with a smile, “Don’t worry too much about the soulmate stuff. It’ll come when it comes.” 

Robin tried to follow her mother’s advice, but she found herself checking the back of her hands, glancing down at her legs, and rolling up her sleeves at school all day, getting more and more disappointed when she found bare skin. By the end of the school day, she was starting to think that she didn’t have a soulmate, but she still checked for drawings anyway. 

By the time her mother called her for dinner, she had given up on looking. When she went to wash her hands in the kitchen sink, she spotted a little heart drawn in purple ink on the back of her left palm. She squealed excitedly and turned the water off to examine it. She softly traced the shape with her index finger, relieved that she had a soulmate after all. 

She couldn’t help but think that it was weird that her soulmate drew a heart on himself. None of the boys that she knew from school would be caught dead with a tiny purple heart adorning their skin, but she decided not to think too much about it. Maybe her soulmate wasn’t from Hawkins or maybe he was just sweeter than the boys she knew at school.

She thought about showing her purple heart to her parents, but she decided to keep it to herself for a little while longer. Instead, she grabbed a black pen from a drawer in the kitchen and doodled a heart similar in size right beside the one her soulmate drew, just to let him know she was there. 

****

1982: 14 years old 

Robin awoke with a start when the sound of her alarm clock rang in her ears. It was her first day of high school, the day she’d been dreading for the entire two months of summer. Robin knew that she’d be spending the majority of her first day Hawkins High School alone due to her lack of friends in middle school that would follow her to high school. She was afraid that she’d get made fun of for sitting alone at lunch or not having anyone to partner with for the beginning of the year project sign ups. She was nervous that the teachers would be as mean as her 8th grade teachers said they’d be and scared of the upperclassmen and how they usually treated freshmen. 

She sat up in bed, her stomach already upset due to the anxiety that’s been looming over her for two weeks. She knew her mother would never let her get out of her first day of high school, but she thought of bringing up her stomachache anyway, in hopes that maybe she would take pity on her. She felt queasy as she crossed the room and threw open her closet to choose an outfit for the day. Just as she raised her hand to grab her lucky jacket, she saw words scrawled on the back of her hand. She froze for a minute to read them. 

The words “good luck today!” with smiley faces and hearts decorating the skin around the phrase could be seen on the back of Robin’s hand. It was a simple gesture, but one that made warmth rise to Robin’s chest, nonetheless. She often woke up to little doodles that made her laugh or encouraging words neatly written in different colors from her soulmate. Robin often wrote back with her own drawings or words of affirmation. The notes on her skin made her feel like she had someone in her corner, although she didn’t have any friends at school. 

She always tried to picture what her soulmate looked like and tried to catch a glimpse of the hands of all of the boys in school as she walked by them in the hall or sat beside them in class, just to see if they had doodles that matched her’s on the back of their hands. Every time she looked, though, she silently prayed that she didn’t find a match. She didn’t have a reason for not wanting any of the boys from school to be her soulmate. It’s just that when she imagined dating them, it felt wrong. 

She thought it was nice to have a break from searching for her soulmate and thinking about why it made her queasy to imagine herself with any of her male classmates. She’d be faced with those feelings again today when she saw her peers. 

“Robin!” Mrs. Buckley’s voice startled Robin from her thoughts, “I hope you’re dressed! You’re going to be late!” 

Sighing, Robin fondly glanced at the back of her hand one more time before turning back to her closet and getting ready for the day. She was still nervous for the day ahead of her, but her soulmate’s note on her hand, her good luck charm, put her a little more ease. 

****

1984: 16 years old 

Robin stared down at her hand, giggling lightly as she watched the little doodles and drawings appear on her skin. She still got that warm feeling every time she got a note from her soulmate, but so much had changed since she first saw that little purple heart on the back of her hand. She stopped looking at the boys in the hallway when she realized that she had a crush on Tammy Thompson from her history class. She finally understood why she could would silently hope that none of the boys at Hawkins High would have matching doodles on the back of their hands. She wanted her soulmate to be a girl and that terrified her. Partly because she knew how the people of Hawkins, Indiana treated people who were different, but also because she had no idea if her soulmate was a boy or a girl. 

She had become close to her English teacher, Mr. Hauser, and regularly ate lunch in his classroom to avoid the prying eyes of her peers when she ate in the library alone, but also because Mr. Hauser was like her. She came out to him not long ago, during one of their daily lunches. She knew he would keep her secret and that he could relate to her and maybe even help her through her worries. 

“What’s she saying today?” Hauser asked, amused. 

Robin scoffed and rolled her eyes, tearing her gaze away from her doodle-covered hand, “We don’t even know if my soulmate’s a girl.” Just saying those words  made a knot form in her stomach. 

Hauser tutted, “Of course she is.” 

“Why, because I’m a lesbian?” She shook her head, “The universe doesn’t exactly work that way. The universe gets it wrong sometimes, you know.” 

“That doesn’t happen often, Robin.” 

“Yeah, but I would be the one in a million that has it happen to her.” 

Mr. Hauser didn’t believe that for a second. He saw the way Robin smiled when she looked down at her hand on the desk and how she giggled when a new doodle would pop up on her skin. He knew the universe hadn’t gotten it wrong, but how could he prove it to her? Better yet, how could her soulmate prove it to her?

“You should draw something back,” He suggested with a shrug, “Maybe a little doodle of yourself.” 

Robin gave him a look, one that told him that she knew what he was trying to do. She had to admit, the idea of it intrigued her, so she relented, grabbing a pen from inside her backpack. She drew a quick, sloppy sketch of herself (it was more of a stick figure, if she was honest with herself), complete with her short hair and bangs and an arrow pointing to it with the word “me!” written at the end of it with a smiley face. 

Her heart pounded against her ribcage as she waited for her soulmate to respond, hopefully with a picture of themself. She chewed on her lip as she looked away from her hand and shifted her gaze to her teacher. 

“What do I do if it’s a boy?” She asked, panicked, “You know what, I don’t even think that I want to know anymore! I could just not look for the rest of the day, right?” Her hands flew in the air as she spoke, as they usually did when she rambled, “I could just wait until the pen washes off of their hand o-or wear gloves for the rest of the day and-” 

“Robin!” Mr. Hauser interrupted when he caught a glimpse of a new drawing on her hand, “You got a response.” 

She squeezed her eyes shut as she turned her hand over so she could see the new drawing that marked her skin. When she gained the courage to open them, she saw a stick figure, similar to the one she drew, drawn in blue ink. The stick person had long hair, wore a triangle dress, and joined one hand with the hand on Robin’s stick person. A swirly arrow pointed to the newly drawn figure and the word “Me” with a heart drawn beside it sat above it. 

Robin was taken aback. Her soulmate was a girl! This knowledge made her fall even more in love with the person that the person that was on the other end of the doodles and encouraging notes. Wordlessly, she turned her hand toward her teacher so he could examine the drawing. A proud smile crept on to his face upon seeing the stick figure. 

“Told you,” Was all he said and it made Robin giggle. 

She was even more excited to meet her soulmate now than she was when she was twelve and she saw that little purple heart. 

****

1986: 18 years old 

“No, you dingus, the rom-coms are in alphabetical order by title, not the name of the director!” Robin groaned, “When have we ever organized movies by directors’ names?” 

“Well Kieth said-” Steve started, but was interrupted by the bell over the door in the front, signalling a customer’s arrival. 

“You fix these and put them in the right order,” She huffed, “I’ll deal with whoever this is.”

Robin hated dealing with customers, but she was even less fond of fixing Steve’s shelving mistakes. 

She made her way over to the counter and  stood behind it, ready to type a name into the computer, “Hi, welcome to Family Video! Can I help you fi-”     

She faltered when she got a glimpse of the customer in front of her. She was beautiful, breathtakingly so. Robin’s mouth went dry at the sight of her and she forgot how to speak for a second. She willed herself to finish her sentence, but to no avail. 

The girl stepped forward and leaned on the counter in front of her, “Hi!” She chirped, “I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of The Breakfast Club?” She asked sweetly with a bubbly smile. 

“Y-yeah,” Robin stuttered, walking towards the rom-com section without warning and hoping the girl would know to follow her. 

The movie started with the second letter in the alphabet, so Steve had already put it in it’s correct space. She stopped in front of the rom com shelf and scanned it for a split second before finding it. Robin reached up to get it, her jacket sleeve slipping down to expose the hand and wrist that was marked up with doodles of hearts, stars, flowers, and stick figures. 

“Wait!” The girl yelled, making Robin jump out of her skin. 

Robin froze, lowering her hand and turning to face the girl behind her. 

“Sorry, I just- Can I see your hand for a second?” 

The blonde nodded, holding her marked up hand out to the girl. She examined the drawings and pushed Robin’s sleeve up so she could get a good look at the flower that was drawn on her wrist. 

“It’s you,” She whispered, dropping her hand to show Robin her own. The same hearts, stars, flowers and stick figures were peppered on the back of her hand in the exact same places and an identical flower appeared on her wrist. Robin stepped forward and held her wrist in her hands, gingerly running her thumb over the flower that she drew there only hours prior. 

“It’s you,” The blonde repeated, beaming at her soulmate in front of her, “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to meet you?” 

“Since that first purple heart,” The girl chuckled, stepping impossibly closer and pulling Robin flush against her by her hideous green Family Video vest, swiftly connecting their lips in one fluid motion. 

[steddiealltheway]

Part Six of Alone Together :)))))) Part One. Part Five. AO3 Link.

“Steve, wake up. Come on.” 

Steve groans in response and tries to turn away from the noise. 

“Oh no you don’t,” Eddie says, arms latching around Steve so he can’t move. 

He cracks an eye open. “What do you want? Why are you awake?” 

Eddie grins. “I thought you would want to wake up to my beautiful face.” 

Steve opens both his eyes just to glare at him and roll his eyes before closing them again. He feels a harsh poke on his forehead. “What the hell, man?” 

“I need to get everyone Christmas gifts.” 

Steve opens his eyes. “You didn’t do that already?” 

Eddie gives him a leveled look and sighs. “When would I have the time? We’ve been on Vecna lookout for months now. When did you have the time?” 

Steve sits up with a groan and wipes the sleep out of his eyes. The shoulder he slept on is super tight and painful to move around in the socket. He replies when it starts to loosen up after rolling it around a bit, “I went when...” he trails off and thinks.  

Every year, Steve goes Christmas shopping throughout the year rather than right before Christmas so he doesn’t have to worry about it. But this year... 

“Holy shit!” Steve says fully awake. He has no gifts except maybe one thing he had picked up for Robin when they were working together before Hawkins went to hell again. He jumps up and sways slightly on his feet, always a little unsteady in the mornings. 

Eddie appears in front of him grabbing his shoulders to stabilize him. “Mrs. Wheeler has breakfast upstairs, and I made you a plate. Want to make a plan upstairs?” 

“You’re the best,” Steve says swaying forward into Eddie’s arms. He’ll blame it on the sleep haze of just waking up if he needs to, but right now he just wants to feel Eddie’s arms around him. 

Eddie’s hand comes up to play with Steve’s hair, and Steve’s slumps against Eddie a bit more. “Alright, alright,” Eddie says, hand coming out of his hair and running down his back to pat it twice. “Don’t fall asleep on me.” 

Steve reluctantly leaves Eddie’s embrace with a frown. Eddie laughs and ruffles Steve’s hair quickly before darting up the stairs – probably to avoid Steve’s irritated response. Steve sprints up the stairs after him, but Eddie is faster than he seems. 

Steve finds him holding out a plate to him, gesturing towards the kitchen where Nancy and Robin are eating. Steve joins them while Eddie announces that he’s going to get their clothes.  

“You guys are leaving?” Robin asks, voice rough with sleep. 

“Well, guess who hasn’t gone Christmas shopping yet?” Steve prompts, stabbing his fork into his pancake. 

“Oh no, he didn’t,” Nancy says pityingly. 

Steve huffs, “It’s worse than that. I forgot too, and with everything that’s been happening let’s just say that was the last thing on my mind.” 

“I think all the couples are doing gifts from them to everyone. At least, that’s what Nancy and I are doing. Cuts down the cost and helps with gift ideas if you and Eddie want to do that,” Robin suggests. 

“Wouldn’t that be... weird since Eddie and I aren’t a thing?” Steve asks. Nancy and Robin exchange a look. “What?” 

Nancy shakes her head. “I thought Robin was joking when she told me that you and Eddie aren’t dating.” 

Steve’s heart stops. “What do you mean?” 

“You two aren’t very subtle about your feelings for each other.” 

“Each other?” Steve questions and Nancy’s eyebrows furrow. “No, Eddie’s just a flirt you know that. He’s just helping me get through the holidays alone, no feelings involved.” 

“He told me-” Nancy starts, but she’s cut off when the door to the basement swings open. 

Eddie walks into the kitchen – folded clothes in hand. “Who died?’ Eddie asks jokingly. Steve averts his eyes, avoiding the looks he knows Nancy and Robin are giving him. “Woah, wait, who died?” Eddie asks seriously.  

“No one,” Nancy says voice tight. “We were just telling Steve about how all the couples are getting gifts together so you two can split the cost and do the same.” 

“Well, that would make Christmas shopping faster at the very least,” Eddie says sounding hopeful that Steve will like the idea. 

“I wouldn’t mind help with gift ideas,” Steve says with a shrug. 

“Sounds like a good plan,” Nancy says, lips quirking up. 

“Sounds like a date,” Robin mutters loud enough for both Steve and Eddie to hear her. 

Steve ignores the comment, and if Eddie heard it, he doesn’t say anything. Luckily, the rest of their breakfast goes smoothly with Eddie stealing food off his plate every few seconds even though he says he already had a plate.  

After Steve finishes – quicker than usual with the help – the pair quickly say their goodbyes and make their way outside. It’s way warmer than the day before, and most of the snow has melted to their luck, but Steve hesitates before they get in their cars.  

“Want to meet in about an hour? I’m dying for a shower,” Steve suggests while Eddie’s hand rests on his van’s doorhandle.  

“Sounds good.” 

Steve smiles. He really needs to brush his teeth and fix his hair is he wants to feel good about this outing with Eddie. 

-:-:-:-:-:-

“So, you never filled me in on your nail bat,” Eddie says, looking through shelves. 

Steve glances around to make sure no one is in the aisle. “Technically it was Nancy’s bat. Her and Jonathan made it when the first round of monsters came along, but I used it to beat a demogorgan before we set it on fire, and I just kind of kept it ever since,” he says with a shrug. “Hey, what if we got El a waffle maker?” Steve glances towards Eddie who stares at him blankly. “What?” 

Eddie continues to stare. “One of these days you’ll tell me everything in detail from the top, yeah?” 

Steve nods. “If you want. I don’t think you’ve heard about the Russian truth serum yet.” 

Eddie shakes his head and lets out a noise of disbelief. “Is this why you came to school with your face all... busted in those few times?” 

Steve freezes. “You noticed that?” 

“Everyone noticed, man. But I was... I was worried about you. Saw you at Hopper’s memorial service and wondered how you got into yet another seemingly near-death fight. Dustin told me how you saved all of them from Billy one time, and I didn’t believe him until... you know.” 

Steve glances over at Eddie and leans in to nudge his side with a smile. “Worried about me, huh?” 

Someone comes down the aisle, and Eddie takes a careful step away from Steve after whispering, “Always, big boy.” 

Steve nearly trips over his own feet and has to apologize to the lady he bumps into. When he glances over to Eddie, all he does is wiggle his eyebrows in response. Steve huffs, “Unbelievable.” 

The rest of their trip is spent with Eddie trying to fluster Steve while he ends up picking out all their gifts. Or that’s what Steve wants to think, but Eddie had actually been really helpful, and all his suggestions lined up with Steve’s ideas. 

It’s becoming more and more apparent that him and Eddie work really well together, and Steve doesn’t know what to do with that information. 

They both drive back to Steve’s house after they agree to wrap the presents that day so they don’t put it off until the last minute. Honestly, Steve would rather procrastinate the tedious process, but he just wants to spend more time with Eddie. 

They quickly find out they’re both horrible at gift wrapping in very different ways. Eddie ends up trying to make little creations out of the extra wrapping paper he accidentally cuts out. On Dustin’s gift he ends up using a full role of tape. “He needs a lesson in humility, Steve.” 

On the other hand, Steve struggles with the tears in his wrapping paper and little bubbles of air that make the presents looks sloppy. As his mother had lectured him multiple Christmases – Sleek and slick is the way to go, Steven, your little creations are inappropriate. Here let me show you how it’s done. 

Steve sighs when he notices the way the paper is crinkling in his hands at the memories.  

“You okay?” Eddie questions softly, putting down the dragon or something he’s been working on. 

Steve lets out a deep breath. “Yeah, just can’t get it to look nice.” 

“Are you kidding me? It’s perfect. Especially as a base to this little guy,” Eddie says pointing to his creature. “That’s Jonathan’s, right? I’ve got Argyle’s right here. We can create a little display.” 

“Yeah, it’s perfect with all the little rips in it,” Steve mutters. 

“Dragons have claws, babe. It’s bound to happen.” 

Steve snorts. Maybe he’s right. “Sure, babe.” 

Eddie has a goofy grin the rest of the time they’re wrapping the gifts. Steve rides on that high, not bothering to suppress his own grin. 

Steve is reluctant to finish his last gift – glad to have it over with but sad to know that Eddie will have to leave shortly after. Maybe he should use that time to get a gift for Eddie though. He had thought about washing up his battle vest and returning it, but Steve can’t let it go quite yet. 

Steve puts the last piece of tape on the gift and scoots it towards Eddie who puts his mini-Dart creation on top – after consulting Steve about it multiple times to make sure it looks okay since he has no idea what the hell a demodog is.  

They pile the gifts together, and Steve laughs. “It’s amazing, Eddie.” 

“All the couples are going to be jealous of our wrapping skills,” Eddie says wrapping an arm around Steve’s waist. He leaves it there a few seconds then squeeze his side gently before he lets go. “I have to head out and get your gift ready.” 

Steve tries to hide his disappointment, but he knows he’s unsuccessful although he needs to do the same. Christ, finding the perfect gift seems nearly impossible after all of this – nothing seems good enough. 

Steve follows Eddie towards the front door but thuds into him when Eddie suddenly stops. “Christ, dude, why’d you stop?” Steve asks then notices Eddie glancing up. 

Shit. He knew this was going to happen. His heart thuds as Eddie glances back down at him. His eyes flicker down to Steve’s lips, but he steps back. “It’s a weird tradition, isn’t it?” 

“What is?” Steve asks dumbly. 

“Step under a hanging plant and you’re expected to kiss. Just... weird,” Eddie says, digging his hands into his pockets. 

Steve shrugs. “It’s not too weird.”  

Eddie stares at him for a few seconds. Steve thinks he’ll do it. Eddie is about to make a move. 

Eddie shakes his head and breaks eye contact. “Bye, Steve. Thanks for the help today.” 

Steve deflates. “You too, Eddie. Have a good one.” 

There’s an awkward wave exchange before Eddie heads out the front door and closes it behind him. Steve stares at it for a few seconds, wishing he had just made the move, and then they could talk and clarify that this is all real and... He sighs and turns around. 

The front door opens. Steve turns around asking, “Hey, did you forget somethi-” he’s cut off when Eddie’s hand cups his cheeks and pulls him into a searing kiss. Eddie’s lips are softer than he imagined, pressing firmly against his for a moment until Steve moves to deepen the kiss, tongue tracing the bottom of Eddie’s lip. Eddie lets him in, tasting every bit like the gingerbread cookies Steve and him had earlier with a hint of spearmint. 

Steve can’t get enough, but Eddie breaks the kiss far too early. “Not a weird tradition at all,” Eddie pants out, giving him one last kiss before running out the front door. 

Shit, they need to talk. Steve’s feet move slower than he needs them to, and as he opens the door, he already sees Eddie driving away. Shit. 

Part Seven.

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[undreaming-fanfiction]

Talk Dirty To Me

Eddie doesn't speak any other languages than English, he'd actually be amazing at them, but the way they were taught in school wasn't for him. He knows phrases here and there, but most of the time, English is all he's got.

However, he has one amazing skill that people don't usually know about.

Robin finds out when she keeps arguing with Steve about "improving his employment options" and picking up another language. Eddie plops down on the couch next to her and asks her a question in Russian. And she doesn't understand it.

Robin just gapes at him and Eddie shrugs with a grin. "What, do you disagree? But I get it, Russian might not be the best choice given all the Starcourt crap, so..." And he says a sentence in perfect French. Robin wishes she had that well-practiced accent...and that she understood it because she apparently isn't good at all. She didn't catch a single word.

"I...why didn't you tell me you speak French? We could have practiced! I...I definitely need to practice..." she shrieks when she gathers her thoughts.

Eddie snickers. "I don't."

"What?"

The snicker comes from behind her this time and Steve just rolls his eyes, exchanging a smile with Eddie. "He doesn't speak French."

Robin just stares. "B-but you just said-"

Eddie bursts out laughing, sending his curls flying everywhere. "I'll tell you what I just said, Buckley. Very slowly. Pay attention."

And he does. The perfect French accent is still there, but once Robin sees past it, she understands the words perfectly. In English.

"Please have my adorable boyfriend learn the elvish language of Quenya since you're at it already."

She groans and buries her face in her hands. "I can't believe you fooled me. How the fuck. How come you don't speak it but sound better than I do?"

Steve pats her on the back. "Hey, it could be worse. I learned this in a way more humiliating way."

Eddie wiggles his brows and reaches over to pinch Steve's cheek. "You loved it though."

"Yeah, I did. Your French sounded very sexy." He turns to Robin and starts explaining. "You see, this adorable menace took me on a picnic date, wine and everything, and then he started whispering French to me. I felt really stupid but also flattered until I started listening more closely."

Robin snorts and shakes her head, trying to remove the thought of what the two of them could have been doing at that moment. "So, what was he saying?"

Steve looks at Eddie, fighting to keep his smile at bay. "Tell her."

Eddie clears his throat and leans towards Robin, removing a strand of her hair to whisper seductively in her ear. "Sift flour, baking powder, sugar, and salt together in a large bowl. Make a well in the center and add milk, melted butter, and egg; mix until smooth..."

And that's it for Robin, she's full on howling now, grasping her sides and her stomach. "Noooooo," she wails as Eddie dives into the most erotic sounding guide on how to flip pancakes. It makes perfect sense, Eddie being able to imitate language sounds to near perfection - after all, he works with various accents and voices every day in Dungeons and Dragons and he has a musical ear equal to hers. But where Robin uses her skills for good, like stopping a bunch of Russian scientists, Eddie spreads chaos. And that's just perfect.

"Do you know what the worst thing about that is?" Steve asks Robin when she catches her breath. "Now I can never get that stupid sexy recipe out of my head when I'm making pancakes. At. All."

Robin just grins at Eddie and then they both bat their eyelashes at Steve, creepily in sync. "Hey Steve. Have I mentioned I'm really hungry?"

And as Steve groans and covers his eyes, Eddie climbs over Robin to whisper in his ear: "Don't worry, love. Just wear the apron and she might just miss your..." he sneakily glances into Steve's lap, "...not at all small predicament."

It might be a coincidence that from that point onwards, all sleepovers at the Harrington household end up with Eddie and Robin asking for pancakes for breakfast. Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle don't really understand what is going on when Steve curses them both, grabs the apron and makes the world's fastest pancakes while Eddie whispers some loving nonsense into his ear.

Probably. Because why else would Steve blush so hard?

[cevansbaby-dove]

Chris’s birthday surprise 🥳

Paring: Chris Evans And Reader Girlfriend

Warnings: NONE just cuteness on Chris's big day!

You wake up to the sun coming through your shared home with your boyfriend chris. You sit up in bed fast and say. 'It's his Birthday!" You get out of bed and grab a dress that is sure to make his day.

This is the dress.

You walk downstairs and see chris working in his office with his dog by his feet. "Morning birthday boy" you lean down and kiss his cheek. Chris says as he smiles. "Hi love." You smile. 'what do you want for breakfast?" He turns in his chair and says. "you?" You laugh. 'no real food mister i am desert remember?"

He nods. "How about pancakes then?" you nod. "Sure thing" You walk into the kitchen. this is what it looks like.

You grab some bowls and get to cooking. You put on chill music and soon have the pancakes on the stove. You and Chris have been dating for three years and keeping it a secret so the fans and trolls don't hate on you being his girl.

Chris even asked you to marry him back on New Years but you said you'll think about it, you just weren't sure you were ready for marriage you love chris you didn't say that because you don't love him, you just needed time to think it over, it was a shock to you when at 11:59 PM that he asked you to marry him. You two were at his house with his family and friends. he took you out in the backyard and asked you then and there.

Chris walks out as you are about to call him. You smile. "I was just about to tell you breakfast is done" Chris wraps his big strong arms around you and says. 'I love you so much" You smile. "Okay Chris what are you hiding?" He laughs. 'Nothing" he kisses you and then says. "I just love you." You smile. "I love you too bubba." You plate out the breakfast and Chris says. "i need to turn my phone off today i am getting lots of notifications."

Chris sits at the island and you say as you sit by him. "Why what's going on this time?" he sets his phone down. "Fans are tagging me in their post i mean i love them for doing that but it can get to be a bit too much...you know?"

You nod. "yea i get it, don't worry" You smile and you both eat your food but chris give dodger some of the food too. you giggle saying. "Chris that is for you not dodger."

Chris smiles. 'He needs food too" you hop of the stool and say as you grab the bowl and fill it with his kibble. 'he gets this food too honey, here dodger come here." Dodger walks over and starts eating.

Chris looks at you. "how did i end up with with a woman like you?" You sit back down and say. "Luck!?" Chris laughs. "Sure love sureee" You two finish breakfast and say. "So birthday boy, what did you have in mind for today?" he says. "Disney movie marathon?"

You say. "You go pick the movie. I need to get out of this and into something warmer." Chris says. 'You look good to me love" You say. "thanks" you walk into the mater bedroom and look through and find some leggings and a jacket. "perfect"

This is the cozy outfit.

You walk back downstairs and chris is on the couch and he says. "Robin Hood works?" You sit by him and say placing you hand on his arm. "Anything you want love." He smiles and kisses you. You two end up watching four hours worth of movies and you look at chris and say. 'Can you stop the movie for a second?"

He stops it and says. 'What's wrong?" he places a hand on your leg. You say. "remember when you asked me to marry you?" He nods. "yes"

You say. "Well, I thought about it and..Yes." Chris gets big eyes. 'Yes as in yes you will or yes we should or yes-" you laugh. "Yes I'll marry you" He takes your hands in his and says. "Honey i am so happy but...if this is because it's my birthday.."

You shake your head'. "No i mean i thought ii'd be great time to say yes but i do want to marry you Chris Evans. I love you and I want to marry you and build and family and grow old together and-"

Chris kisses you. He pulls away and you smile. 'What was that for?" He says. "I just wanted to have you enjoy the moment" Chris says as he pulls the ring out of his pocket. "You sure?" You nod and he slips the ring on and says looking at you. "this is the best Birthday i have ever had."

You smile. "Happy Birthday Chris."

Taglist @cutedisneygrl @patzammit @katherineswritingsblog @armystay89 @moondustfairies

[thefreakandthehair]

help-lex-finish-her-big-bang-early wip game! 💫

howdy, friends! I ended up using this week to do a total re-structure of the fic's pov after finding out the @steddiebang deadline was pushed back, so I'm using the polls numbers here for this week!

no new poll this week as a result!

that said, I did some actual writing and while it's not stobin bestie time (that'll come next week), I promised a chunky snippet so here's one from eddie & steve's first date:

“Pancakes?” Steve questions after the server flips her notebook closed and walks away. 

“There are very few places you can get good Breakfast For Dinner options, Steve. Of course I’m gonna take advantage.” Eddie rubs his hands together and narrows his eyes. 

It’s strange how easy it is to just be himself with Steve. The jokes, the banter, the nerdom; it comes so naturally, organic, even. He can’t figure out why and it’s not for lack of trying— if he brings it up with Chrissy one more time, he’s worried she’ll sabotage his diffuser— but the impulse to overdo it and push Steve away died months ago. 

So often, Eddie creates a caricature of himself to show the rest of the world: huge gestures, loud speeches, booming orders. But with Steve, it’s always felt like this. He’s always in scrubs, not even wearing his rings, his hair tied back in a way that prevents him from using it as the shield he always has, and there’s no urge to protect himself. Perhaps there’s nothing to protect himself from. 

“Earth to Eddie,” Steve grins and waves a hand in front of his face. “How into pancakes are you? You went to another fucking world there for a second.”

Pancakes sent me to another world, sure, he scoffs to himself. More like you.

“Very.” He answers simply. “Anyways, before you got sidetracked by my dinner preferences, you were telling me about Robin. Tell me more about this lesbian menace, I feel like we’d get along.” 

Steve laughs and puts his elbows on the edge of the table. “You definitely will.”

[blushweddinggowns]

#12, ugly Christmas sweaters, please.

Eddie, unsurprisingly, was not a huge fan of Christmas. He didn’t really hate it per say, at least not anymore. Sure, from ages one to twelve they were pretty hellish, but ever since he came to live with Wayne, Christmas was kinda nice.

They were broke as fuck, so it’s not like Eddie ever had much under the tree, but Wayne would always scrounge up enough to get him a few things. He’d also make the best chocolate chip pancakes ever, their own version of Christmas dinner, which was secretly Eddie’s favorite part.

Twelve years of bad holidays and nine of good equated to Eddie being relatively neutral about the whole thing. His ambivalence on the holiday had never been much of an issue. 

Until now.

Because Eddie decided to fall for a man who had a Christmas-obsessive best friend. A Christmas-obsessed best friend that had his boyfriend wrapped around her finger.

Technically, Steve had warned him about this. But he didn’t expect her antics to start in November. Because apparently, the planning for a holiday ugly sweater party with homemade ugly sweaters was extensive. At first, Eddie was certain it was an idea she randomly had while high as a kite, but no, it was a Buckley family tradition. And this year, Robin decided that their little group of weirdos were officially part of the family.

And that sentiment was too adorable for even Eddie to make fun of. But that didn’t mean he had to like it. Because the making of twelve ugly sweaters included the enlistment of Steve’s help, and the enlistment of Steve's help meant that Eddie wasn't allowed to completely hog his weekends anymore.

The guy was learning how to knit for this fucking thing, and that took time. Hell, even when he got to see him, Steve brought the knitting needles with him, and Eddie had to fight with freaking yarn to get his attention. And it was a losing battle. Steve always shut down any complaining, with some variation of the speech, "Babe, I got her kidnapped by Russians and almost eaten by demons. All in less than two years. The least I can do for her is knit a damn sweater."

Not to mention how he was so weirdly secretive about the whole thing. Anytime Eddie tried to get a look at what he was doing he was rebuffed, and Steve had had the audacity to kick him out of his own living room more than once.

But the day before the party finally arrived, and it marked the end of Steve's obsessive knitting tear. Eddie thought he'd be relieved the whole thing was over, but he'd been fidgety and anxious all night.

Eddie was just on the edge of teasing him over being such a nervous wreck over sweaters when Steve stood from the couch, nervously announcing that he had something for him.

He dug behind a couch cushion, pulling out a cheap little green gift bag with bright red tissue paper. He dropped it into Eddie's lap with a nervous smile, "Open it."

Eddie felt the bag up with a smile, immediately guessing what it was.

“I thought the Buckley tradition was to open them in a group?” Eddie asked, tearing away at the tissue paper, "Did you get Robin's permission for a holiday transgression?"

Steve shrugged, chewing his nails while he watched Eddie pull it out, “Well, she helped me make it so she's vaguely aware. But…I want you to see it now. Uh, without an audience.”

It was every Christmas color jammed into one ugly sweater. Red, green, white, and blue, all in horizontal stripes. It was impressively bad and Eddie was more than ready to start laughing at it.

But then he turned it around.

The bright red words were knitted in sloppily, but they were clear enough to make Eddie's jaw drop.

I Love You Eddie Munson

Eddie stared at it, mind coming to a complete halt. They...hadn't said that to each other yet. Eddie had thought it sure, probably a million times by now, but he had been too chicken shit to say it out loud himself, always worried about scaring Steve away.

But here it was, staring him in the face.

Steve was gnawing on his lower lip as watched him stare at it, getting more and more anxious by the second, “I-I thought it would be…endearing? But you don’t have to say anything back! It was a stupid- idea.”

"This is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen,” Eddie interrupted, embarrassingly close to tears, “I have never wanted to hate something more.”

He clutched it to his chest, looking up at Steve with a wet laugh, “I love it. I love you, you fucking dork.”

Steve grinned back at him, obviously relieved.

"It took me like a month to make. You better like it!" He laughed, pulling Eddie into a hug, "And I promise, you only have to wear it once."

Eddie shook his head against Steve's shoulder, still holding onto his new favorite piece of clothing for dear life.

That little shake was the only warning Steve was going to get, because if he thought that Eddie was going to only wear it for Christmas parties, then he had another thing coming.

The I love you sweater became a winter wardrobe regular for years to come, clashing colors be damned. Eddie ignored all offers Steve made to make one that wasn't hideous and never missed a chance to explain what it meant to anyone who asked.

But despite how much Eddie loved it, Robin was the real winner of the gift. Because Eddie never complained about her kidnapping Steve during the holidays again.

[livingdeadmlm]

plsssss any Shane (SDV) content idc if it's spicey, wholesome, edgy, all of the above I need content for himmm. <3 -🫐

Shane x M!Reader

TUMBLR ALMOST DIDN'T LET ME POST THIS BC IT WAS TOO LONG ACK BUT I LOVE SHANE SO MUCH HIS CHARACTER IS AMAZING anyway this is suggestive I got carried away

This morning he woke up before you and made himself some coffee to enjoy some time on the porch

After he finishes his cup of coffee he decides to do some chores

Watering some crops and feeding the many chickens you have running around, as well as the cows, he’ll even pick some fruit or vegetables to bring back to the house for dinner/lunch that day

Sporting a shirt he stole from you at the start of the relationship, his blue zip-up sweater, a pair of sweat shorts, and slippers.

He picked up a basket you found in the many old boxes left by your grandfather

As he grabbed a few oranges from the many trees you had he saw you step out onto the porch

You held a confused look on your face as you scanned the area

Finally, your eyes caught sight of your husband nearby the apple trees now

You ran over calling his name

“Shane! Good morning honey, I was worried when I woke up and you weren’t there.” You laughed as you caught your breath

He adjusted the basket adding a bright green apple to the bunch

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize how long I was out here for.”

You stepped forward the dirt crunching under your shoes your sun hat-tipping to the side

“Aw, it’s fine darling I left you some pancakes and eggs on the table if you want some.”

You admired his face which was decorated by specks of the gentle early morning sun that poked through the tree leaves

“Oh thank you! I’ll eat it when I’m done out here, what do you have planned for the day?”

You switched weight to your opposite foot

“Well, I’m going to head to the mines and get some stone”

Shane hummed, “okay well please be safe okay? I don’t want Harvey calling me that you’re in his office again at 2 AM.”

You laughed “I’ll try.” Your hands rested against his hips

“And what do you have planned for the day?”

He squirmed slightly under your touch attempting to remember just what he has planned

“Oh well, um I wanted to pick a few more oranges so we can have fresh juice tomorrow and then I, heh I wanted to start on lunch for myself I’ll probably just make something small..”

the only thing he felt was your cold calloused hands slipping under his shirt softly caressing his plush hips

“Then I uhh wanted to get sEe robin about expanding the chicken coops! Cause a few babies are ready to hatch soon.”

His voice shook as your hands continued to rub against the soft skin on his sides going slightly higher and higher over time

The calm smile you had on your face made him feel more flushed

You leaned down and peppered kisses trailing down from his jaw to his neck

“And I wanted to have dinner at about, oh god!”

He gasped as the previously soft kisses turned into bites and you sucking at the skin

“Hmm sorry… I was thinking we could hAve stew? I know the potatoes are ready I wanna, god, use those soon!”

Your hat was completely off your head hanging from the string around your neck. his hands reached up to your hair, fingers getting tangled between your locks pulling you closer

His legs felt like they were going to give out on him. The grabbing and the hickies you were leaving on his neck made his vision blur

In a haze, he continued where he left off

“I was thinking mmm starting dinner at 7 or 8?” Your head pulled away from his neck, which caused him to let out a small whine at the loss of contact

Your hands found their place back onto his hips, “I’ll be home by 6 then okay?”

“Do you have to go? I mean the mines aren’t going anywhere! We could go back inside and um continue?”

You chuckled and briefly pressed your forehead to his, “while that sounds amazing and it’s very tempting, to stay and eat you up. Unfortunately, Clint needs about 100 stones for some project and I can’t go back on my commitments.” Your voice slightly dropped, Clint was far from your favorite person in the village but you made a promise

Shane groaned at the mention of Clint.

“Ugh, why can’t he get them himself? Doesn’t he sell stones anyway?” 

“I know you don’t like him but I told him I would by Thursday I promise it’ll be quick and I’ll be right home!”

You finally placed a kiss on his lips that he wish lasted longer

“Alrighty, I’ll hold you to that okay? Be safe in the mines!” While his voice was firm he still had a smile on his face

Your hands let go of his waist as you promised to be safe.

He waved you bye and now he was left to calm down and go about his day normally

What a start to the day huh?