#he loved learning about Steve though it’s his favourite thing to do

[james-sunshine-potter]

All the many things and quirks of Steve Harrington:

A list comprised by Eddie Munson.

> He can’t sleep in the dark. He has to have at least a lamp on before going to bed. He nor I are sure what that stems from. (It bugged me at first I can’t lie, but we tried one night to keep all lights off… and Steve didn’t sleep at all, he just laid there awake for 12 hours. TWELVE FUCKING HOURS AND THEN HE WENT TO WORK ON NO SLEEP! it’s safe to say we kept the lamp on after that…)

> He doesn’t like it when the sun is in his eyes. He carries his sunglasses everywhere and will get annoyed when he forgets them in the car.

> He can only eat one thing on his plate at a time. Like if he’s got chicken, salad and chips, he’ll eat the chips in one go, then the chicken and then the salad. Things can’t mixed nor touch.

> He likes it when I stroke his hair whilst he falls asleep. He doesn’t even realise I do this, as he goes on and on about how he falls asleep better when sleeping with me. But it’s because I have learnt how to make him relaxed. (I also really like his hair. It’s so soft, like ridiculously soft. It’s meant to be petted, sue me).

> He opens his mouth when he thinks. Some days I want to stick my finger in his mouth when he does that to see what he will do but I never do (I will one day).

> He’ll talk to old people on the street. But only if they start the conversation, obviously. God, old people love him. He opens doors for old lady’s and compliments their hair and fashion. He’s very polite.

> When he is uncomfortable, he’ll play with my rings. We once had a sit down conversation with his parents (don’t ask, it was horrible) but the entire time, Steve held my hand in his lap and played with my rings (still on my fingers) until my skin was sore. (I don’t mind).

> He has to sleep with the door closed. He physically can’t sleep with the door open. Like physically can’t. Or even be in his bedroom, or mine, without the door closed. (He doesn’t feel secure otherwise, which knowing what goes down in this town, i completely get).

> He exclusively wears boxers. Calvin Klein ones to be specific. When he stretched or reached up for something, you could see the waist band peak out the top. Wears boxer shorts (loose fitting ones you know) to sleep in.

> He zones out a lot more than he thinks he does. He says he doesn’t do it that often, but he just can’t bloody remember it! He’s zoned out through entire conversations and movies. (Thankfully he’s never done it behind the wheel…).

> He watches fights he’s not involved like it’s a tennis match.

> He hums whilst brushing his teeth. (Typically whatever is stuck in his head at the time).

> He slightly rocks when he trying to focus on something. (I noticed this when he was trying to focus on a movie we were watching, but he kept getting distracted).

> He squints, even when he wears his glasses (Which I have to bully him to do).

> He picks at the skin around his nails when nervous. I have physically hold his hand to stop him. (Which, obviously, I don’t mind. But man, you should see hims fingernails they’re gross…).

> He pees like clockwork. He gets up at the say time in the night to pee. I can tell when he’s properly exhausted if he sleeps through it. (It’s 3am by the way).

> He doesn’t have nosebleeds often, but when they happen, oh do they happen. Blood gets everywhere, like lots of blood where it’s concerning. He went through an entire box of tissues and ruined a top once. He nearly fainted once (like wobbly steps, foggy eyes, went white as fuck… scary as shit).

> He can’t listen to something and count or read at the same time. If he needs to count something and has the radio on, he’ll turn it off, count out aloud and then turn it back on. If I show him something, I can’t talk until he finishes reading it or otherwise he won’t take it in. (I’m totally the same though).

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baby, be my valentine

dad!Steve Harrington x mom!Reader

February, 2000

A snapshot of Saturday morning with the Harrington's. In between toddler-cuddles and sister-squabbles, Steve has a very important question for you ❤️

In the same universe as soft slow, morning glow & hearts are wild creatures

Word Count: 5.3K

Contents: Sickeningly romantic loverboy Steve Harrington comes with his own warning. Heavy flirting and some kisses. Steve refers to you as his wife / Mrs Harrington. Parental domesticity - Steve & Reader have two kids. Valentine's vibes.

Author's Note: After a very frustrating few months, I found some sort of spark to write something and here we are. Easing myself back in gently, with my preferred brand of cosy domesticity and warmth. Proof-read by @specialagentmonkey. Dividers by @saradika-graphics.

Steve Harrington was a romantic. 

He was a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic until he met you. After you smiled at him that first night almost ten years ago everything felt possible and full of hope. 

Steve was easy to love, despite years of believing that he was not, that he would never be loved by someone in the way he wanted and needed. You were careful with his battered and bruised heart, nursed it back to health with your sweet kisses and gentle hands.

After years together, marriage and a house and children, you could swear on it that Steve had only got more romantic and loving with age. You were sure that he spoke each of the love languages fluently. 

Physical touch was doled out in spades; he liked to have you always within reach of him, a hand in your back pocket (and yours in his ideally), gentle fingers brushing back your hair or beneath your chin so he could gaze at your pretty face. The weight of his hand against your hip, squeezing as he passed you by in the kitchen, or your shoulders when he knew you were feeling tired and tense; Steve’s touch gave you butterflies every time. 

You never had to de-ice your car on cold mornings or fill the tank with gas. He had mastered the perfect bubble bath, filled deep and topped with fluffy bubbles - Steve knew too when to leave you alone in there with your book and a candle and silence, and when you wanted to rest back against his chest and talk about nothing and everything until your fingers and toes were pruny. 

There was never a need to wonder whether he loved you; he told you every day. How beautiful you were, how proud he was of you. You both made sure your daughters knew too, that they were adored, that they were beautiful and smart and good. Steve listened too, remembered the little things you told him and loved seeing your eyes sparkle when he recalled something tiny from weeks ago. He surprised you with flowers and always bought the chips you liked when he was doing the groceries.

You were Steve Harrington’s favourite person and he was yours too. There was plenty of love to give and room in your hearts to spare when your girls came along, Beth and then Ava. Steve had learned a lot from his own Dad, though it took him a few tough years to figure it out. He learned how not to cherish your wife, how to make your kid feel totally worthless in a house full of valuable, breakable things. He promised himself that he would never be his father, do everything his father had failed to do. In a way, that is what made him the good man he was today. You were proud to be Mrs Steve Harrington. 

February in Chicago was freezing, but the promise of brighter warmer days kept you going. On the Saturday before the big day, you wake to an empty bed. It was not unusual with Steve, who spent the mornings in the den with the girls and Saturday morning cartoons. Instead of his messy bedhead on the pillow beside yours was a bright red envelope. It took your sleepy brain a few moments to figure it out, but once you did you felt warm all over with butterflies swirling in your belly like a schoolgirl. 

The card inside shows Snoopy holding a big red heart. When you open it, in Steve’s neat writing, is a simple question: 

Will you be my Valentine?  Steve x

You press your smiling face into his pillow, breathing in your husband's musky, lovely scent. An almost overwhelming wave of cuteness aggression crashes over you and you want to squeeze Steve until he wheeze-laughs and says something gorgeously charming like ‘down, girl’ or calls you his strong lady, asks for tickets to the gun show. 

Nine Valentine's Days together and he always found a cute way to ask you before the day even arrived. Pre-kids there were flowers delivered to your workplace, a question whispered in between kisses lavished on your neck in the months counting down to your wedding. When Beth was born, he dressed her in a pink babygrow with red hearts and enlisted her cuteness to ask the question. When she got a bit bigger, sentient enough to understand it a little more, he would ask her too. When Ava joined the Harrington Crew, Steve found himself with three Valentines and felt like the luckiest man alive. 

You think about the card and present tucked away in your closet to give him on Monday morning, a red envelope with your heart poured out inside that matched the nicely wrapped new Chicago Blackhawks jersey (with two tickets tucked in the collar). You cannot wait to see his face when he opens it.

Thinking about him, Steve’s smile, makes you miss him next to you. It makes you miss the warmth and weight of his arms made stronger from carrying car seats and all of the grocery bags in one go. Beth’s giggly voice travels upstairs, barely breaching the bedroom door but it is enough to make you ache with the need for morning hugs and toddler kisses. 

You tiptoe downstairs to the den to find Steve in his comfy throne (his spot on the sofa, the left side near the side table with the lamp and TV remote and his coffee cup gone cold). He is watching the girls watch Bear in the Big Blue House. Ava is mesmerised by it, standing with one little hand on his pyjama pantsed knee and the other clutching a bottle. Beth sits cross-legged a few feet away, a little smile on her face because she loves Bear. Steve is just glad it’s not Barney & Friends - he loathes Barney and his friends.

You take a mental snapshot before Ava’s bat-like hearing makes her head whip around to spot you at the door. Her face melts into a beaming baby-grin (a toddler now, but she’s still got that gorgeous baby fat that you want to bite and nuzzle). 

Babbling ‘Mama!’ she bee-lines to you and you wrap her to your chest with equal eagerness. 

“Good morning, little one,” you whisper to her cheek, kissing it over and over as her dimples pop. Beth’s arms wind around your legs, head against your hip (she should never be this tall!) and you drop one hand to stroke her bed-head hair. “Hi Betty Bee.” 

When you look at Steve he has a soft smile on his lips, everything is okay in the world now that you are here. 

It makes your heart skip a beat. You feel just the same, everything is good. The washing machine has been acting up and your back still aches from when you slipped on ice after Christmas. There was a lice outbreak at Steve’s school in January and you both still get the phantom itches and have to check the girl's hair, just in case. But everything is good. 

“Morning, handsome.”

“Hi, pretty lady.” 

You can see that simmering excitement, barely contained beneath the surface. Did you see the card? Do you still think it’s sweet? Are you going to be his Valentine? You make him feel seventeen and stupid again.

Beth is chatting at breakneck speed and pulling you over to sit on the sofa as Ava’s curious hand wiggles beneath your fluffy robe. 

“Mama! Tut-ter!” she says, pointing at the worried blue mouse, “Oh no!” 

“Bear said I smell like warm an’ cosy, like a good sleep! I did have a good sleep!” Beth says, tapping your knees with busy fingers. 

“Really? Let me smell...” Your Bear-like sniffing sends her into a fit of giggles when your breath tickles her neck, leaning against her Dad’s legs to evade the ticklish feeling. 

“Mm, so warm and cosy,” you agree, before giving Ava the same treatment. 

Steve feels a little bit like he might die if he does not get a kiss from you soon. Ava’s honey-blonde head blocks his way in for a smooch against your cheek, resting against your shoulder with a sigh too big for a two-year-old. 

When Beth is distracted again by the television, you turn your body a little to look at Steve. He’s already looking at you and it feels like the sun is shining on your face, bright gold in the grey chill of the morning. 

“Hi.” Your voice is a whisper across the youngest Harrington’s head. “Miss you.” 

“Miss you,” Steve says, inching closer to you out of the warm Dad-shaped groove he has made on the sofa. His arm brings you and Ava closer, manoeuvring a kiss to your lips without squishing the little one too much. She complains anyway against your neck and earns herself a kiss from Steve as an apology.

“Kiss ‘gen, Dada!” she insists, and is only placated when her cheek is well and truly smooched. Her laughter tickles your neck until it is damp with baby breath. 

He is still wondering whether you saw the card, feels a little silly asking in case you think he is corny or in case it had slipped beneath the duvet after he left. 

“Up long?” you ask when she settles again, eyes on the screen. It’s barely after eight-thirty but his coffee is long gone cold. 

“Ava woke at seven fifteen-ish, woke up Beth. I might have promised breakfast out if they were quiet and not wake you…” Steve watches your face for a reaction, hoping the lure of waffles and breakfast that you don’t need to do dishes after can win you over to his well-meaning-but-morally-skewed bribery. The creases from the pillow on your cheek make him feel fond and he chances another kiss over Ava’s head, pressed right on the pillow-marks. Her cute scowl is worth it to see your smile. 

“I think that’s a great idea. Brains and beauty, huh? I’m a lucky woman, Harrington.”

That makes Steve smile, a shade of coy confidence. “Well, I’m a lucky guy, Harrington.” 

There is a fluttering feeling deep in your chest, close to where Ava is stroking the collar of your pyjama shirt, but this is one hundred per cent Steve. Beside you, he basks in his own loved-up feeling, that sense of warmth and calm.

“Lucky us.” You turn and land a quick kiss on the side of his head. “Can we go to Bakehouse?” You are already dreaming of waffles with chocolate chips and strawberries, and crispy hashbrowns and coffee.

“S’a date,” he says, winking. 

Ava turns in your lap, her eyes are back on the screen but yours are fixed on Steve, the smile lines around his eyes and the tired crescents beneath them, the stubble on his cheeks.

“I got your card.”

Steve’s heartbeat triples at your coy little smile. “Yeah?”

“Mhm. You’ve got yourself a Valentine, handsome.” 

Steve beams brighter than the sun. “Cool. Prepare to get totally loved-on.”

Laughter bubbles from your lips, a giddy feeling vibrating through your bones. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. You’re getting so spoiled, baby.” Plain and simple; the sky is blue and the grass is green, and Steve Harrington is a romantic motherfucker.

You cannot stop smiling, cheeks aching as Steve presses one more lingering kiss there. “Okay, Cassanova. I’m ready to be ‘sooo spoiled’.”

He runs a hand through his messy hair, feeling all too pleased with himself. 

“You wanna grab a shower before we go?” you ask. 

His smile melts into a weak laugh, “Oh, you wound me, babe.” Steve lolls his head the other way to pantomime sniffing himself. “Not bad…” 

“I like it when you’re musky.” You really do. You can’t make the most of it anymore, but when he comes back from a run or coaching basketball at the school, there’s something about sweaty pink-cheeked Steve that makes you feel a little bit crazy. 

“But,” you continue, “if you go while they’re distracted, you can shower in peace.” Your fingers brush through the crushed baby curls at the back of Ava’s head, tickling the back of her neck until she squirms and cuddles back against you. 

Steve softens and rests his head against the couch. “God, I love you.”

“Mm, I know. Love you more, Valentine.” You accept another smiley kiss and pout for one more because you need it.

“Go shower, stink. Bear will call you out if you stay for the next episode.” 

You smirk when he rolls his eye at you, murmuring a playful ‘alright, jeezusss’ before squeezing Ava’s foot gently. His knees crack and Steve barely suppresses an all-out Dad Groan when he stands. Pinching your lips together barely contains your laughter, hidden against your toddler’s head when Steve narrows his eyes at you. 

He is barely out of the room when you slide into the warm groove left behind, bringing cuddly Ava with you as Beth sings the ‘Goodbye Song’ as a duet with Bear. She joins you on the sofa and wiggles right up under your arm as the credits and advertisements roll. 

“Mommy, are we going out for breakfast? Daddy said we might, if we were little angels.” Beth asks, resting her bony chin against your arm to look at you. 

“Mmm, you’re always a little angel, Bethie.” You wink at her and watch her glow. “And Ava, my angel baby.”

“So can we?” she pushes, cherubic and smart. 

“I think we can, sweetie.” 

Beth wiggles with excitement before whispering to Ava, “We did it! Angel-girls!”

The thrill is contagious and Ava is wiggly with excitement. “Yay!” 

They make you dissolve into a puddle of sugar with how sweet they are. You pull yourself together and crystallise back into Mom. 

“Are you going to help me decorate for Valentine's later? We can do some crafts, hang up some bunting...” You watch Beth’s eyes go wide. 

“Yes! I love Vanentimes!” she insists. “Miss Janine says, she says we making cards! On Monday. Van-en-time cards!”

With wide-eyed Mom-enthusiasm, you match her smile. “That’s so fun. Who are you going to give your card to? Do you know who you want to ask to be your Valentine?” 

Beth considers it as you brush her hair away from her face. “Ummm. Maybeeee… Daddy!” Her smile shows off her perfectly milk-white baby teeth

Heart warmed, you stroke her soft cheek. “I think Daddy would be over the moon if you asked him to be your Valentine, babe.” 

“I’ll ask Daddy, and Ava will ask you!” she decides. 

Ava backs her up, “Yah, Mama!”

Beth giggles and tucks herself against you to watch the screen again. You don’t miss how she whisper-sings along to the theme song and looks up at you to make sure you’re watching too. 

The need for coffee is pushed way back in favour of soaking up the quality time with your girls, how cuddly they are with you on this cold February morning. It’s cosy and perfect until it’s not, but those ten minutes were pretty great. Beth wants her turn sitting on your lap and Ava is absolutely not having it. It’s nice to be the centre of attention, but not when the two warring parties are tearful and are still learning how to process their emotions and words. 

“Beth, please don’t push your sister. That’s really not kind,” you say. The smile-ache feels long gone and instead, that line between your brows feels deeper than the Grand Canyon. 

“Ava hitted me! I did’in push her!” Her voice wobbles dangerously as she insists that she was pushing her sister's hand away. “I- I- wanna sit o-on you, Mommy!”

Ava is all out crying against your chest and your soothing circling back rub is doing nothing to comfort her upset. 

There’s a particular heartache you feel when they both need your attention. It tugs hard that knot of anxiety in your chest; tears you can fix but you can’t figure out how to fix it fast enough. You want to gather them both into your lap at once and hold them both, but their pushing hands and kicking feet aimed at each other (sister-enemy #1) do you no favours. 

You carefully lift Ava and place her down in your seat, keeping enough distance between them in case of any rogue pinching fingers. You kneel in front of the sofa, knees cushioned by the rug. “Listen to Mommy, please. Let’s take one big deep breath in, okay? All of us. Hold my hands.”

Their little hands slip into yours, both copying you to take deep shuddering breaths. It works better with Beth because she is older, a little wiser, she knows the drill. But Ava sniffles her way through it like a trooper, doing her best. 

“Now we blow out the air.” Your big breath tickles their faces and makes the wispy hair around their faces fly, pulling tiny scrunch-nosed smiles onto their faces. 

“Good. One more big big big breath.” Your thumb rubs tiny circles on their hands as you help them (and yourself) settle the big feelings. “You girls just got a bit frustrated, that’s okay. I love having you both sitting with me, it’s my favourite thing ever. But we have to be gentle and careful with each other.” 

Sweet kisses are pressed to their hands in turn. “There’s plenty of Mommy to go around, no need to fight over me. I love you both so much.” You open your arms to gather them up, a few final tears soaked up by your robe. 

Beth’s adjustment to Big Sister after two years of being the sole focus of your attention had gone mostly okay, but as Ava got bigger you could see the moments when she struggled with it all. You and Steve always made sure she got quality time with each of you, but it was still tricky at times.

“Are we all okay now?” you ask, watching them nod tentatively, “It’s okay if we’re not, we can take more deep breaths...” Neither girl lets go but you manage to move your head back to look at their pretty faces. 

Ava rubs at her cheek and rests her head on you with another big sigh. “Oh-kay, Mama.” 

“I’m okay, Mommy,” Beth promises. 

You kiss their cheeks and tap your fingers on their backs. “If you’re okay, Mommy is okay too.” Neither really want to let go of you and that’s okay. 

“Let’s go get dressed and we can start our day. Daddy’s going to bring us for breakfast. That’s going to be so nice, huh?” you suggest, hoping to distract and cheer them up. “I want waffles and some yummy strawberries.” 

Steve’s voice at the door makes you startle. 

“Good choice, Mama.” He has a small frown between his brows, a towel around his bare shoulders with his jeans already on. His hair is combed-through and damp, and his gold chain glints around his neck and collarbones. You don’t let yourself look at the happy trail disappearing beyond his waistband, though it is tempting. 

“We okay?” he checks, looking at you. He brings with him an energy that makes the tense room feel light again. It is something you can’t quite name but it feels like everything will be okay again.

“We’re okay. Just a sister squabble. We took some breaths, didn’t we?” 

Steve had introduced that trick - his school councillor certification came in handy at home too. You could simply not do this without him. 

“Yeah, we okay now.” Beth hugs Ava, a little for show but mainly because she loves her. “Sorry Ava. I did’in mean to push you, I jus’ wanted to sit with Mommy too.”

Ava is too little to get it but she likes hugs and she loves Beth so she baby-hugs her right back. 

“I get it. I like sitting with Mommy as well,” Steve says, hands on his hips. “So are you three going to get this show on the road or am I going for breakfast all by myself?” 

You try to hide your smile in your robe but he knows that the Dad-routine really does it for you. “You going to ask us if we’re ‘ready to rock and roll’ next, Stevie?”

“Maybe, guess you’ll have to wait and see.” Steve winks at you as the girls hop off the sofa and make their way towards him. “You need a diaper change, and you need a hairbrush.” His finger points at Ava, then Beth as they hold hands now. 

“And you.” You are next. “Need a kiss.” 

Beth laughs when you fake-swoon and Ava squeals in delight at your silliness.

“How romantic. Come sweep me off my feet, I think I’m stuck.” You could haul yourself up from the floor but Steve’s warm hands do a much better job of helping you up. He sneaks an ass-grab while delivering the kiss you need so badly. With giggly kids present, you can only let it linger for a few moments but it is enough for now. 

“My hero.” He earns himself one more peck before you pat his behind toward the stairs, the girls already waiting by the stair gate like the little angels they are. You spare him from your chilly fingers on his bare back as you follow them up - he always finds a way to get you back for that. 

Steve scoops Ava up to change her diaper and dress her in something warm for the day and you shepherd Beth to pick an outfit. You can hear him wrangling her to lie down on her changing mat as you make Beth’s bed and pick up the fallen teddies from the floor. 

“What are we thinking, babe? Maybe your pink cords and a sweater? Or…?” you suggest, turning to see her looking at her own reflection in the mirror on her wardrobe door. 

Your arms wrap around her as she leans back into your legs, sharing a cheesy smile in the mirror. “You’re so pretty, Betty.” 

“I look like you!” she beams, tilting her head back to look at you. The angle can’t be any good, she’s seeing the worst angle of your chin and right up your nose, but to Beth you are beautiful. “Daddy says I’m mini-Mommy, coz our nose and smile is the same!” 

You cannot deny that Beth is more you than Steve in looks but she is bless with a beauty mark or two like his, you think they make her extra gorgeous.

“Let’s see?” For a few moments, you smile and pull faces with each other in the mirror before agreeing she is definitely all you. It’s quiet(er) down the hall, meaning Ava has stopped evading Steve and the clean diaper. 

The pink cords are set aside for preschool on Monday and you dress Beth in a long-sleeve striped turtle-neck top and dungarees to keep the warmth in. She agrees to a woolly cardigan over-top and her snow boots, but only if her hair is half up with her butterfly clips - it’s a fair deal and she looks adorable. Her fifth birthday looms a few months away and you can already feel your heart aching in the best way. 

“Beth Harrington, you are so gorgeous,” you say as she swishes her arms and bounces happily in front of the mirror again. She has his sparkle in her eyes that is so Steve, it hits you right in the chest. “Will you help me pick out my clothes, please? You’re a fashion expert.”

Nodding eagerly, Beth runs at you for a hug as tight as her little arms can manage. “Yep! We could match, Mommy! Please?!” 

When she looks at you like that, with huge brown Bambi-eyes like her Dad, it’s hard to say no. Not that you want to. 

“I’d love that.” You stand from her bed and feel her little hand slip into yours as you make your way down the hall to your bedroom. 

It smells like Steve after his shower, warm and fresh with a hint of something spicy. He has made the bed and your Valentine's card is pride of place next to a photo of the girls on your bedside table. Beth zeroes in on it as you pick out some underwear and switch the bathroom fan off. 

“Mommy, a card! Look!” she gasps. 

“It’s from Daddy, he asked me to be his Valentine.” 

You watch her eyes go wide before her face splits into a smile. “Daddy looooves you!”

“He does. And I loooooove him.” You wiggle your shoulders for emphasis, pulling more delighted laughter from your eldest. 

While she strokes the sparkly heart on the card in awe, you pull on your jeans and pick out some top and cardigan options for Beth to choose from. You forgo the butterfly clips, but once you are dressed, you and your Mini-Me match quite nicely. 

“Woah. Too much beauty in this room, I gotta leave,” Steve says when he joins you, pretending to shield his eyes. 

Ava runs past you and climbs on the bed with Beth, a tornado in cosy pink and lilac leggings and a matching fleecy top. Her hair is in pigtails and you swear she ran right out of a JCPenney catalogue. 

Steve is still in just his jeans, his hair mostly dry now after taking on Ava’s morning routine which primarily consists of her evading capture until she is limp with laughter. 

With the girls minorly distracted, you take the chance to give Steve that appreciative once over. His tummy has this beautiful pudge that you want to press your face against and bite. He filled out a little more over the years, much to his initial disdain, though he did not care so much when he realised just how much you loved those softer edges.

Steve watches you do it, feels the warmth of your gaze roll over his body. You could surely be the death of him, making him boil over or implode with desire.

“Hey, handsome. Are you going to get this show on the road or are we going to have to do this breakfast thing all by ourselves?” You feel smug, parroting his words back at him and catching him off-guard. 

His tongue presses into his cheek as he shakes his head, smiling down at his own socked feet. “You…” Steve shakes his head again. His hands feel huge on your hips when he squeezes past you, closer than he needs to be but still not close enough. 

There’s a heat in his stare as he pulls a navy Henley on, then a sweater. He dials it down quickly when Beth remembers out loud the time when she saw Uncle Dusty’s cat throw up a hairball last summer. 

You try not to laugh at her totally out-of-the-blue memory but nod along anyway, remind her how gross it was. “Good remembering, Betty.” 

“Meee-ow!” Ava chirps next to her, proud of herself when she makes everyone laugh. “Cat!”

Steve cups her little face. “You’re a funny bunny, Ava.” He squishes her cheeks and rests a kiss on her forehead before giving Beth the same attention. “And you! Best remember-er in this house, huh? I had forgotten all about that.”

He had actively tried to forget it. It ruled out ever getting a cat, especially when Ava tried to touch said hairball. The memory makes him shudder.

Once everyone has brushed their teeth and used the bathroom, you bundle everyone up in coats and hats and gloves and pack into the car. It’s freezing cold but a morning out of the house is what you all need. A morning with no breakfast to make or dishes to wash is worth braving the cold for. 

You feel toasty enough with your three favourite people, and Steve could swear that your hand on his thigh as he drives is all he needs to keep him warm. 

“You look extra gorgeous today,” he says when you stop at a red light, the girls happily distracted in the backseat. 

“Laying it on thick today.” Steve is easy to tease. “I already said I’d be your Valentine, Stevie. Consider me buttered up.” You squeeze his leg through the denim to lock in your promise. 

“I’m being serious,” he insists. “Besides, I know you’re all loved up with me. You want to kiss me sooo bad.” His voice is like a song as he returns your teasing.

“Oh, I do. I even wrote your name in a heart in my diary.” 

“Cute.” His teeth shine when he grins, glancing over at you before starting to drive again. “You want to go on a date with me? Dinner and some drinks. How ‘bout it. I’ll be real good to you, baby. Have you home by ten…”

Your laugh echoes around the car, cutting over the car radio quietly playing the Backstreet Boys and Lauryn Hill. 

“What’s funny? Did Daddy make a joke?” Beth asks, wanting to be in on it immediately. “Tell me!”

She is quick, but Steve matches her. “What do you call a cat with a lemon in its mouth?”

You don’t know where he pulls them from, it’s probably deep in the Dad Manual, but it keeps the older girl thinking for a moment. 

“Um… Lemony?”

He catches her eye in the rearview. “A sour puss.” 

There’s a beat as she makes sense of it in her head, and you’re already groan-laughing when Beth gets it and joins in. She sets her sister off and Steve feels like King of the Car. 

“Thanks guys, I’m here all week.”

Beth is tickled-pink and repeats the joke again for Ava who doesn’t get the word play yet but laughs when her sister cracks up again. 

“So?” Steve asks you. 

“Your jokes suck.” 

“You laughed.”

“It was at your expense.”

He winces at that. “You’ve been spending too much time with Robin.”

With a coy smile, you counter, “You can take it, big boy.”

You watch his cheeks flush minutely, just like you knew they would. “And Eddie. Stop that,” he mutters, “Anyway. You never answered my question.”

Steve looks at you expectantly as he waits for a car to reverse out of a space right outside the cafe. If it wasn’t sub-zero you could have walked. Maybe in the spring. 

“Ohhh.” Your smile is coy as you remember his pitch for your date. “Okay, Romeo. You can take me out.”

He grins, trying not to look quite so pleased with himself and failing miserably. “Cool. Tonight at eight. Rob’s taking the girls.”

As Steve swings the car into the parking spot, you sit in stunned silence. He switches the engine off and watches you for a moment before concern drips in, second-guessing himself. 

“Is that okay…?” 

“You… Steve, of course it’s okay!” You unclip your seatbelt to hug him across the gear stick, peppering kisses to his stubbly cheek. “Thank you,” you murmur. You can feel the relieved sigh leave his body as you crush him in a hug.

Steve steals a kiss from your lips. “Don’t thank me. I promised to spoil you.”

He earns himself another kiss with his sweet thoughtfulness as the girls begin to complain a little - Beth because she’s ‘sooooo hungry’ and wants to know why you’re kissing again, and Ava because she is sick of her car seat and simply must be freed from it. 

“Alright, alright, we’re getting out now. Hold your horses, ladies,” Steve says, faux exasperation on his face that softens when he looks at your smiling face again. 

“I love you, Steve Harrington,” you say, warmed from the inside out with pure adoration.

Even though the girls are getting whingey, and it’s starting to snow again and the cafe looks busy, you could not be happier or more content with life than you are right now. Everything is good.

Steve unclips his seat belt and zips his jacket all the way up. He winks at you before opening the door to start the endeavour of freeing the girls from the back seat with you and making sure they don’t slip on the ice, or wander in front of a car, or get too loud in the cafe. 

“Love you more, Mrs Harrington.”

Thank you for reading! Reblogs, likes and comments are absolutely adored and cherished ❤️ 

[stevesbipanic]

@steddiemas Day 26: Fake Dating

Steve was ready for Hawkins to open up again and for the Upside Down to swallow him whole. Christmas was meant to be fun, well at least it was supposed to be fun now that he spent it with the Buckley's. Right now though he was glaring at his boyfriend and best friend across the table. Or wait not his boyfriend this evening, no tonight, Eddie was Robin's boyfriend.

Steve could only blame himself he supposed, one for loving the two idiots that were currently badly suppressing giggles and two because it was all because of what he'd said last week.

One week earlier...

"Robin, just tell your mom you're a lesbian or I'm not coming to Christmas lunch next week."

"Steve I can't do that do you want to ruin Christmas!?"

"She was already fine with me being bisexual she's not going to send you to hell, that's why we tested her with me in the first place!"

"No, I'm not ready!"

"Well I can't sit through another Christmas of your mom suggesting a Spring wedding!"

"You're my boy space friend can't we just let her live in a fantasy world where she marries into the Harrington's?"

"I don't even want to be one!"

"Could pop down to the courthouse and become a Munson, baby," Eddie supplied watching the back and forth while blatantly stealing from the candy display.

Steve gave him a deadpan look, "You need to propose to me better than that, Eds. No, Robin that's it I'm not going, I'm not being your boyfriend anymore!"

"What am I meant to do then, she'll be asking about you all day!"

"I'll do it!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Do what?" The other two asked giving him a questioning look.

"No, stop I hate when you do that twin thing it's creepy. And I'll be your boyfriend for Christmas, Birdie."

Which brought Steve to now. It had seemed like a brilliant idea, one Steve could enjoy his Christmas lunch peacefully being the golden boy of the table as Mrs Buckley dawned over him and two, no boyfriend questions. There was also the added bonus that lesbianism might seem like a better option than the town's drug dealer in the Buckley's minds. What Steve hadn't counted on, was the Buckley's loving Eddie.

"Oh, you're in a band that's so lovely, you know I played tamborine for a band back when I was your age, we thought we were going to be a big girl group."

"I hear you're working over at Thatcher's son, they're good men there you're certainly going to learn a lot."

Steve had been relegated to peeling the potatoes while Eddie was literally putting his feet up in the living room. He felt like the middle child of a family that just got a newborn baby, how dare Eddie steal his pseudo parents. What was worse was that Robin was finding this hilarious.

"Oh poor Stevie Wevie are you sad mom's not asking about how EMT school is going?"

"Yes! I had such a fun fake heart attack story she was gonna love." Steve pouted and for a moment he thought about stomping his foot in protest.

"Hey, it's ok, next year I promise I'll have told them, and Edward over there can come as your boyfriend, ok?" Robin reassured wrapping an arm around him.

Steve guessed that he could give up being the favourite this time, and it was nice seeing people be kind to Eddie, it hadn't been easy after Spring Break. It didn't stop him shooting daggers whenever Eddie and Robin decided to reassure Steve at lunch that he'd find someone nice eventually.

Steve and Eddie waved goodbye after lunch, promising to visit soon and hopped into the van.

"Have fun?"

"Oh yeah, I think Janice is already planning the Spring wedding."

"Well, I hope you enjoyed getting fawned over because we've got dinner with Wayne now, and guess who's his favourite?"

"Just because you know the difference between the Chiefs and the Packers, I'm his own blood and the minute you're there it's like I'm chopped liver!" Eddie exclaimed as they drove towards the trailer park.

Lunch had been interesting but he was very glad it was over as he laughed and slid his fingers between Eddie's between them, happy that he had his boyfriend back.

Ao3

[smeddiemunson]

Eddie dating Steve Harrington and being so stupidly in love from the very first moment that no one has to tell him he’s being mean for always ragging on Steve’s taste in music, films, hobbies, and that he should try giving Steve’s interests a go.

Eddie getting home from their first date (a lunch date a the newly reopened Benny’s diner) and immediately turning the TV onto whatever baseball game he can get to first. 

Wayne watching him from the table where he’s drinking coffee and now ignoring the newspaper with a gobsmacked expression until Eddie very quietly asks him what the fuck is going on, and Wayne thinks he’s the one that should be asking that question. But Wayne slowly goes over the rules, who the players are and what all the jargon is; then turns the channel over to watch Chicago instead. 

When Steve starts coming around it suddenly starts to make a bit more sense. But Wayne doesn’t say anything because he’s enjoying the time with Eddie where they get to share an enjoyment of something, and they haven’t been able to do that since Eddie was being navigated through adolescence by the Union music Wayne liked to listen to. 

Eddie spending hours on end in the listening booth at the record store with Tears for Fears, Wham! and ABBA until he knows the records back to front and can start trying to remember the cords long enough so he can write them down at home. He can’t afford to buy all the albums he wants to learn, so he annoys (and confuses) the store clerk until he’s banned from the listening booth for a week. 

Eddie answering Steve’s questions about DnD and his guitar and Dio’s discography with such a big smile on his face that his cheeks hurt. Then being so worried when Steve gets cagey about answering Eddie’s questions about his interests. 

Eddie doing everything in his power to show Steve that no he’s not trying to tease him, that he would never do that because he thinks Steve has great taste. Sure it’s not what Eddie would pick himself, but Steve picked Eddie and Eddie thinks that Steve’s taste can’t be all bad if it landed him multiple dates and a smoking hot boyfriend. 

Steve slowly starting to allow himself to enjoy the things he enjoys in front of Eddie. Rambling tristes on why Steve thinks The Breakfast Club was one of the greatest films ever made even though it doesn’t really have a plot, and launching into tangents about whatever his brain jumps to next. 

Eddie choosing cheesy romcoms to watch for their film nights because he knows it’ll make Steve smile and Steve choosing camp slasher horrors because he knows they’re Eddie’s favourite. 

Just Eddie doing things for Steve before anyone has to tell him to because he’s so in love with Steve and wants to see him smile all the time, wants him to know he’s loved.

Eddie having grown up knowing he was gay and thinking he’d never get to have a relationship like this, thinking he was destined for nothing but hookups in dirty club bathrooms. He’s not so self-centred to think Steve will be with him forever (even though he desperately hopes for it) so he has to make the most of this relationship while he has it.

Their friends being shocked when they catch Eddie humming The Winner Takes It All under his breath or when he name drops a basketball player he shouldn’t otherwise know, and Eddie just shrugging and casually saying stuff like “Steve likes it” or “Steve was talking about him the other day”.

The Hellfire guys very seriously asking Eddie if Steve had him under a spell because the Eddie they knew would never be interested in pop culture or sports. And Eddie laughing, saying “He’s definitely cast a spell on me but nothing malicious. I’m just in love.”

And the party knowing not to bash Steve’s interests when Eddie was around because he’d threaten their DND characters lives and their backup characters lives until they got the hint.

Eddie apologising to Lucas because he didn’t get it before but he does now.

Eddie and Steve being obnoxiously in love and utterly unbearable sometimes but no one could say anything because they all just wanted the best for each other in the end.

[untilnextchapter]

Masterlist : Marvel

Marvel Cinematic Universe

* = Smut (Minors DNI) || 🦋 = Series || Beware of the TW please

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Do you love Bucky series? @justkending is the writer for you! Here are some of my favourites:

Finding Memories 🦋 (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader, Waking up with little to no memory of her past, and being saved by a group of individuals who call themselves heroes, sends a long time captive for a whirlwind trying to find some form of grounding in this world she quickly learns runs on chaos. But she’s not the only one trying to figure out her forgotten backstory. Bucky Barnes, along with the other Avengers, can’t help but sense that there is a lot more to the whole situation than a diagnosis of amnesia. Her background slowly starts to come forward in pieces of her past and hidden information discovered. Who is she? And why was she in the room they were meant to destroy?)

The Number One Rule 🦋 (Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader, Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor’s degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left. But don’t worry, the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other’s buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized?)

The Slip Up 🦋 (Bucky Barnes x Single mom!Reader, After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.)

So, my number one for smutty Bucky is the wonderful @sinner-as-saint. Here are a few of my favourites:

Capital Letters * 🦋 (Bucky AU x Fem!Reader, You were fortunate enough to work for who was considered to be one of the best, most admired and affluent authors of your time; Mr. James Buchanan Barnes. And soon, things weren’t so professional between you and the man…)

His Obsession * (Mob!Seb x Housekeeper!Reader, You work for the notorious mob boss. You’re at his house regularly; tidying up and cleaning and surprisingly you’re not scared of him like the rest of his staff are. Sure he is authoritative, and mean but he’s never disrespectful or inappropriate, nor does he bark orders at you like he does with the guys. And you were almost certain that he barely pays attention to you. Until one evening he confronts you about something. And what starts out heated, ends in a night neither of you will ever forget…)

Miscellaneous Authors:

Diner Girl || @ofstarsandvibranium (Fem!Reader, After coming across a small diner, he becomes enamoured with you, a waitress)

Set me free || @intrepidacious (Bucky x Nymph!Reader, Once upon a time, a soldier fell from a train. Thankfully, this time, he is found by gentle hands, and a beautiful voice keeps him safe from the cold)

Heal me, baby || @/intrepidacious (Bucky x Nurse!Reader, Your friendship starts with you cleaning up his wounds and Bucky paying to get the blood stains out of your couch. Something else starts, too)

Nightingale’s Song 🦋 || @thatfanficstuff (Barnes x OC, James Buchanan Barnes. Captain America’s best friend. Hydra’s secret weapon. A man lost in time who can’t remember his own name let alone those he held most dear. Florence Anna Charles. A nurse on the front in World War II. A mutant in a time they weren’t known. A woman who can heal with a touch that catches the attention of Hydra)

Lessons in Love || @violentdelightsandviolentends (Bucky x Fem!Reader, Bucky didn't believe in love at first sight. Then he met you.)

[Not Named] || @terry-perry (Dad!Buck x Fem!Reader, Can I request of Jack is clinging on Y/n like koala. Like when Bucky try to pry him off of her but he said “No! I’m staying with mommy and protect her!”)

Mood lighting || @frankieetaylorr (1930s!Bucky x Fem!wheelchair-user!Reader, You never understood why he always came to the dances your resident home threw but you were always so glad when he did)

TW: brief mention of abandonment

Secret Book Club || @starks-hero (40’s!Bucky x Reader, Bucky’s got a new book and he just can’t seem to put it down)

Instinct || @dilemmaontwolegs (FATWS!Bucky x Blind!Fem!Reader, After trying to stop a mugging before Bucky intervenes as reward is offered and so he tracks you down)

Fall into Winter * 🦋 [Ao3] || Miajah (Bucky x Reader, Mae was just doing her civic duty when she saved Iron Man, now she can't seem to get rid of him. Then there was the Winter Soldier and of course Captain America himself. A girl can't catch a break)

Running From the Past * 🦋 [Ao3] || @green-eyeddragonfanfiction (Buck x Mutant!Reader, Reader is a mutant who was experimented on by HYDRA. Due to her unique powers, she escapes without being seen when the Avengers attack the Hydra compound she’s been kept in for the last 5 years of her life. Her mutations and Hydra experiments allow her to blend in with her surroundings (like a chameleon/cuttlefish/octopus) and change her appearance in minor ways (such as hair, skin, and eye color), though the changes are only temporary. She’s now on the run, avoiding both Hydra and SHIELD)

Steve Rogers x Reader

You and Me Together 🦋 || @/ofstarsandvibranium (Single Parent Steve x Fem!Reader, After the death of his wife, Sharon, Steve Rogers is now the single parent of their daughter, Grace. Three years after his wife’s death, his friends convince him to go back into the dating game)

Not a Perfect Princess || @shmaptainwrites || (Steve x Princess!Reader, Reader meets one of the heros who saved her country and realizes around him she doesn’t have to be a perfect princess)

Making the Team || @heliads (Dad!Steve x Daughter!Reader, The reader is the daughter of natasha and steve, and she is nervous about for her first mission. Her mom and dad tell her that everything is gonna be great, and the mission is complete, but the reader is badly injured and her parents and Bruce takes care of her)

10 Years Time 🦋 || @/justkending (Steve x Stark!Daughter!Reader, As princess of Alberia, it is your duty to grow into a rightful young lady if you plan on ruling your family’s country. Of course, the only way your father can see this happening is sending you off to a boarding camp at the age of 14 for 10 years to learn what it means to grow into a Queen.That means leaving all your friends and family behind. One specific person, your best friend, you never want to say goodbye to. But 10 years later, you come back grown into a young lady, and find your best friend has grown into a knightly young man. How will you two adjust after 10 years apart? Will things be the same, or will all that’s happened in that span of time affect your relationship?)

Tony Stark x Reader

Dum-E || @mostly-marvel-musings (Tony x Fem!Reader, DUM-E has probably tried petting Tony's hair with his grabby claw when Tony falls asleep in the lab because he's seen you do it and noticed that Tony likes it)

Hot Chocolate and Hoodies || @deadlymistletoe (Tony x Fem!Reader, A dare involving a hoodie eventually leads to hidden feelings being revealed)

Maybe to annoy you || @specialagentlokitty (Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader, Tony's daughter and she has a crush on Steve, like everytime she sees him she blushes and Tony is a little annoyed)

Two Wicks, One Flame * 🦋 [Ao3] || AmberSnapeBlack (Tony x Soulmate!OC, Emma has had it rough her whole life. Her experiences have shaped her into who she is today, a twenty three year old bus girl with no self esteem or backbone. She hates the lime light...well she hates socializing at all. She has never paid her soul mark any mind. Most days, she forgets it even exists. That will change for her in a way she never anticipated. What comes with bearing the soul mark of the man who is the forefront of the Avengers? Who is almost always in lime light? Who is possibly, already taken? Does she want to know?)

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Little Love || @/ofstarsandvibranium (Loki x Short!Reader, where the reader is super short)

Shatter This Glass And Set Me Free * 🦋 [Ao3] || @shiningloki || (Loki x OC, Loki hasn't seen the light of day in years. He has been locked away in Stark Tower, waiting for Odin to free him of his punishment after his attack on New York. He's angry, he's spiteful, but most of all, he's lonely. It is not until one day when a new face comes along Stark Tower that everything begins to change. She's different from the rest. She's trusting, she's curious, and she's willing to give Loki a chance at companionship that no one has ever offered him)

The Eyes of the Beholder 🦋 || @/starks-hero (Gorgon!Loki x Blind!Reader, Loki has spent years in solitude, hidden away in the mountains south of Athens. Having been cursed by the gods for his trickery, anyone that sets eyes on him shall turn to stone. But what happens when an unfortunate mortal wanders into his domain?)

TW: Descriptions of blood, violence and injury, angst

Dances and Daggers 🦋 [Ao3] || Cozy_The_Overlord (Loki x OC, The Summer Festival is upon Asgard, as is the tradition of the dagger ceremony, where each unmarried gentleman chooses a lady to bestow with the honor of carrying his dagger for the night. As Prince Thor's betrothed, Teki's only goal is to accept his dagger with grace and hope that her violent stepfather doesn't find fault with her in the process. But Prince Thor is unpredictable, and when he ignores his engagement on a whim Teki finds herself in a desperate situation. Luckily, Thor isn't the only prince in Asgard…)

Avengers x Reader

Not a burden || @/specialagentlokitty (Autistic!Child!Reader, Would you be comfortable writing something where Bucky and Steve (or maybe the whole Avengers team if you like that better) adopt the autistic reader after finding out her mother emotionally abused her?)

Some Things Never Sleep 🦋 [FF.Net] || MotomamiBizcochito (Avengers x OC, Emma Rogers, AKA The Viper Assassin, has been under Hydra's thumb for nine long years until the Avengers rescue her from a Hydra base after receiving anonymous intel from the Winter Soldier. She's thrown into a world of freedom which she's never known but with the help of her grandfather, Captain America, she slowly becomes accustomed to her new life until Tony Stark brings up the Sokovia Accords. Emma is caught in the middle of a war as she becomes intent on protecting the man she calls her father and siding with her grandfather. Not to mention she crosses paths with a certain webslinging nuisance that knows just how to push her buttons like no other...what Emma would give for the days she spent knife fighting with her father in Siberia)

I know it's a Spiderman x OC but it's because of this story I discovered MCU and Emma has a lot of relations with Avengers. A LOT of TW, check them all please

[whomst-the-hell]

uhhhhh steddie 10 things i hate about you au where steve and chrissy are siblings and jason pays eddie to date steve (bc theyre both “demons from hell” so clearly theyre made for each other) so he can date chrissy.

steve never really reformed from the bitchy king steve thing and he’s popular in an untouchable kind of way, and he refuses to spend more than one night with a person even though deep down he’s starved for affection. chrissy’s sweet and nice and pretty, but their mum’s a total psycho who has all these toxic ideas about purity and beauty and gender and everything, so she isnt allowed to date until steve does (ie: never).

enter eddie munson, school freak, who has a volley of bizarre rumours about him, who has been paid to woo ice queen steve, mythic bitch, and he knows its shitty but fuck he needs the money — he just managed to get away from his dad and move in with his uncle, but money’s tight with an extra mouth to feed and eddie would do anything for his uncle wayne, morals be damned. except that steve’s actually really cool when you get to know him — definitely mean, but he has a gaggle of nerdy middle schoolers he keeps an eye on and he clearly cares a lot for his best friend robin, even though behind her own cold exterior shes a rambley nervous mess, and even though they fight steve tries so hard to be there for chrissy — and oh no this cant be happening, shit, eddie really likes steve harrington. he goes all in on the dates, learns to play steve’s favourite song on guitar even though its totally against his image, watches steve’s basketball practice, looks after him when he gets way too drunk at a party, takes him paint balling and asks him to the school dance. steve learns about the money at the dance, cries about it in class, then eddie gives one of his famous table speeches where he apologises and tells steve he really loves him and then sings steve’s song again, kind of humiliating himself, and steve and him end up working things out and getting back together.

also, chrissy punches jason at the school dance after learning what he did to steve, then spends the rest of the night with steve and robin buckley, who’s so pretty and cool and kind to poor heartbroken steve, and chrissy falls hard, and robins been lowkey crushing on chrissy for years, and they end up together as well. all four of them move out of hawkins together at the end of the fic and chrissy and steve get away from their manipulative controlling parents and we get the end credits scene of corroded coffin on a roof playing a song clearly written about steve

[underoossss]

calm – s.h

masterlist

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

inspired by these two prompts💖:

33. hushed conversation in between kisses

51. kissing each finger

———

The house is quiet except for a handful of soft snores and quiet breaths that can be heard in the dark. It’s almost 3am, and though you’re exhausted from the eventful night, you couldn’t be more comfortable where you are right now. You’re out in the front porch after making sure everyone was safe inside; you sit sideways, facing Steve’s moonlit profile–– how is he so beautiful? You still don’t know. Your legs are thrown over his thighs, both your bodies close as can be while  Steve’s hands move up and down your sweatpants-clad leg soothingly.

“I never thought they’d go to sleep.” You chuckle softly, keeping your voice low enough so that only Steve can hear you. Your head tilts to the side motioning back to the house where all the kids plus Eddie and Robin sleep peacefully in their sleeping bags. You had invited them for a sleepover that did not slow down until 30 minutes ago when everyone passed out.

Steve chuckles in front of you, his breath tickling your nose from how close he is. “We finally tired them all out.” His lips brush against your nose in a fleeting kiss. “You’re great with them, you know. Definitely their favourite.”

“I learned it all from you.” You smile at him, beaming when he smiles back, his full smile on display. “It’s okay though, all the noisy mess that comes with hanging out with them. I’m glad in a way, you know.”

“About what, baby?” Steve’s voice is gentle yet still curious to know what you mean.

“I’m glad they get to be real kids now.” You let out a soft breath, your eyes glancing back to the closed front door. “It’s been so long since they’ve gotten to do that.”

Steve frowns as he nods his head thoughtfully. “Yeah, ‘kids been through enough.” He looks into your eyes a second later. “Us too.”

You nod, looking down at your lap and swallowing hard ––memories of the intense and completely insane experiences you’ve had with your friends make a fleeting appearance in your mind. You look up at Steve again, a bittersweet smile appearing on your face, before you kiss his lips softly. “Before, with the whole Upside Down stuff going on, I couldn’t kiss you without wondering if that would be the last one I’d get to give you.” Your voice is a quiet whisper between you, Steve’s breath mingling with yours. “So now I don’t take any of them for granted, you know.”

“Baby.” Steve says then kisses you again, a soft peck. When you part ––barely–– you smile at him sweetly, your eyes adoring his expressive brown ones. “I don’t either… It’s nice to relax, you know, like for real now.”

You hum and nod, brushing your nose against his. “Yeah… we can think about normal stuff now.”

Steve takes your hands in both of his. “Oh yeah, like what beautiful?”

You feel your face burn at the first thing that comes to your mind but say something else instead. “Like that college application I sent a month ago, or going out on a date with you.”

“What about the future?” Steve asks you, bringing your hands to his lip and placing a gentle kiss to each fingertip. To watch him shower you with so much affection, melts your insides and makes you dizzy with love. Almost forgetting about his question. “Have you… given that any thought?”

In your lovestruck state you nod, despite your worries about telling him. “Yeah, all the time.”

“Hm, me too.” Steve kisses the tip of your ring finger, the meaning of which doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Your heart skips a beat, and when it restarts it’s at a faster pace. “I think about us moving in together you know? If–if that’s something you’d like too.”

“I’d love to, Stevie.” You lean close again, kissing him briefly. “I’ve thought about that too. I–I think about you whenever I think about the future, you’re there all the time.” And it’s all true. You don’t know if it’s the quiet night, or the sense of relief from all your worries disappearing but you feel compelled to tell him just what an integral part of your life he is.

“Aww babe, you have a crush on me?” Steve teases you, then laughs when you push his shoulder with a groan. “I’m joking! I’m joking.”

His lips brush your jaw, placing kisses all the way up to your cheek. Then, when he’s near your ear, the breath from his whisper makes goosebumps rise on your skin. “You must know by know that you’re my whole world, baby. I don’t ever want a future that’s not with you.”

You smile, grabbing his face with your hands so you can look into his eyes. “Good.” You tell him, “I don’t want one without you either.”

Steve kisses you again, this time pulling you so you’re fully sitting on his lap. Your arms go around his neck as his lips caress yours, his hands a firm touch on your waist. The two of you smile from time to time, which makes you pull away, but you don’t mind. Something about wanting the same things, dreaming about them together, turns the kiss into something else. Into a promise between the two of you, that no matter what the future throws your way it can’t be worse than what you’ve already endured. And it if it is, then you’ll face it head-on together. For now though, you’re happy to enjoy the calm that has settled over your lives.

Your foreheads press together when you part and a yawn interrupts you when you open your mouth to speak. It makes Steve chuckle then move his hands from his waist down to your thighs. He holds you up easily as he stands, and steals another kiss. “Come on baby, we should get some rest too.” Steve maneuvers you inside and locks the door. “Knowing you, you’ll wake up early to make pancakes for everyone.”

“Hmm, you’re right.” You rest your cheek against his shoulder, breathing him in as he goes upstairs to his room. “Steve?”

“Yeah, beautiful?”

“I love you, so much.” Yours words are followed by a kiss to his neck, and another, and another which makes him laugh softly. Everything is so calm and you feel so carefree you laugh with him, huffing when he places you in top of the bed and flops down next to you.

“I love you more.” He whispers, kissing your nose. “Now let’s get some sleep I’m knocked out.”

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[fictionismyreality3]

How Steve Flirts

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it

Notes: that’s americas ass. 🤩🦅 OMG I DIE FOR BEARDED STEVE ROGERS LIKE PLEASE HAVE MY-

literally peak gentleman what more could you ask for

the epitome of 40s romance

unlike buck, he hasn’t really gotten with the times and his flirting style reflects that

it takes him a second to realize that he likes you because he’s so used to romance being a privatized thing

when he does though it hits him over the head like a ton of bricks

I fully believe that he goes to Bucky for advice (let’s face it we all know who got the boys girls)

is painfully obvious 😭 like to the point when he’s blushing n stuttering around you

after a while though remembers how to breathe when you’re in the same room

wikihows ‘how to know if your crush likes you’

his love language is definitely words of affirmation and gift giving

always complimenting the tiny things that no one else sees

“Your new perfume is nice, doll.” “My new.. oh, you noticed that?” “Of course.”

he gets lost in his thoughts about you 🤭which leads to him zoning out staring at you

starting drawing again when he got out of the ice, and now he’s using his skills to impress you

expect candid sketches of you showing up on your desk or in your room

you always think he makes you look better than you actually do but that’s just how he sees you

lives by the belief that women are supposed to be respected feminist queen

always insists on carrying everything for you (a little part of him wants you to be impressed)

learns your favourite shows or movies and figures out how to work the tv so he can watch them with you

he’s not used to pda, but will keep an arm around you in public because he wants you to feel safe

I don’t think he gets angry easily, but his temper is wire thin when it comes to you

if you so much as flash an uncomfortable look he’s already up in the face of whoever’s bugging you

calmly furious so much so that it’s scary 😩

“I think you should leave, son.” “C’mon, she was asking for it dressed like that.” “Get the fuck out.”

will politely 🤗 break a nose for you

he’s extremely attentive your mood, and gives you little doodles when he sees you’re sad

did I mention he’s a PERFECT gentlemen

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Change- Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Characters: Eddie Munson

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Hi there, I’m sorry you’re feeling low. I really hope you can find something that cheers you up. Since you asked for Eddie, If you’re feeling up to this one, Can I request eddie munson crushing on the innocent sunshiney girl (party of the older kids group)? Thank you and I hope you have a good night

Word Count: 765

Author: Charlotte

It was to not know who Eddie Munson was. He may not be well liked at Hawkins High, but he was well known, loud and excitable. Before you met him personally, you had already been told more about him than any of your other peers, a majority of them lies but a few truths, along with what you could learn from his loud conversations in the dining hall. Even though you made habit of ignoring rumours, you still doubted you’d have much in common with him as you knew nothing about metal music nor dungeons and dragons but that didn’t mean you felt anything negative towards him, having often exchanged smiles across the halls in greeting, as you did with many other students.

You may have doubted that you would get along with him but now that you spent a lot of your time outside of school hanging out with him, Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley, you felt as though doubts weren’t to be called upon. You looked like the oddest quartet but somehow you were friends, having been best friends with Robin since you were toddlers, the other two joining later; but even you and Robin seemed like an odd pair, her sarcastic and brutal tone whilst you were blindly optimistic.

Like every Saturday you were heading to Family Video to meet Robin and Steve when they got off work, but recently Eddie had started to come by your home to pick you up to save you walking across town. He was never later so as the clock struck the hour, you heard his van pull up outside your house. You didn’t waste any time to run out to slide into the passenger seat.

You slung your rucksack off your shoulder into the foot well, doing your best to not get anything stuck to it from the junk on his floor.

“You really need to make me one of those,” he commented, gesturing to the care bear rucksack at your feet.

Not wanting to throw out your old care bears, you had converted your favourite few into bags, gutting them of their stuffing and adding a zipper and straps.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, his jacket sporting more metal band patches than you could name.

“Because you like care bears,” you retorted. “Something makes me think you’re lying to me, Munson.”

He let out a nervous laugh as he begun to drive, his hands gripping tightly to the wheel and his eyes glued to the road ahead.

“Why would I lie to you?” He asked.

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “The guy that the whole town thinks is in league with the devil, likes care bears? Like how you insisted that you wanted scratch and sniff stickers on your guitar, and you love going roller-skating even though you spent both times either on the floor or clinging to my arm.”

Eddie shrugged his shoulders. “I’m a complex guy. I didn’t think you were so shallow to take things by face value.”

As he peered at you out of the corner of his eyes, you offered him a warm smile.

“I don’t take you for face value, and I know you are more complex than a demon worshipper, but I do truly doubt that you care about going to the roller rink or stickers that smell like candy.”

“Well, I hadn’t ever tried them,” he admitted. “But if you like them, then they can’t be half bad.”

“You don’t have to pretend to like things I like,” you said, reaching out to give his arm a reassuring squeeze. “You don’t need to change anything about you, I already like you.”

His head snapped towards you. “You like me?”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him. “Of course, I like you. How could I not like you?”

The smile on his face grew to its extreme, briefly looking at the road to make sure he wasn’t about to hit anything.

“Steve and Robin said you did but I didn’t believe them,” he grinned. “They thought I was a complete idiot for not telling you how I felt but I thought you’d just laugh in my face.”

“I believed them when they told me,” you said.

“You knew I liked you?”

“I’m not blind, Eddie,” you smiled. “I didn’t even need them to tell me. I just wanted to make sure you were sure before I said anything.”

He took one hand off the wheel, blindly holding it out to you until you laced your fingers with his.

“I’m more sure than anything else.”

[hairstevington]

Hi! I would love to see the 1st Valentine’s Day prompt(a bouquet of their favourite flowers) for steddie! Specifically Eddie bringing Steve flowers(idk why but I’m a firm believer that Steve secretly loves getting gifted flowers lol!). If you do do this thank you so much!! <3333

Ahhhhhh yes LET’S GOOOO!!! Thanks for the request! (Ao3 link here!)

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: Some reeeeal fluffy shit, Eddie secretly pining over his best friend Steve, gay scheming, romance

A/N: This ended up being a bit more than just flowers, but hopefully it suffices! If anyone else is interested here is the prompt post, I also took inspiration from this cute lil post by @grandwretch :)

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Eddie always teased Steve about his romantic conquests. They frequently discussed best practices for him to woo women - including knowing their favorite color, their birthday, their favorite movie, etc. Eddie watched Steve date beautiful woman after beautiful woman, always putting in so much effort and getting so little back.

That's probably why Eddie started doing it.

"Should I get her the blue bracelet or the green one?" Steve would ask.

"I dunno man, what's her favorite color?"

"Blue. But her eyes are green."

"Get the blue. The two colors look good together anyway," Eddie answered as if he was somehow the person to ask about such things. He'd never really dated anyone, but he'd seen a lot of movies, and watched a lot of high school couples date each other.

"Thanks," Steve would say. He was always appreciative for the second opinion, even though the opinion was based on nothing.

"No problem," Eddie smiled. "Hey, what's your favorite color?"

Any time Steve asked for advice, Eddie would eventually turn it back on Steve. It was all part of his master plan, you see - he wanted to make Steve feel special on Valentine's Day. Not in a gay way, he told himself. Steve's my friend, it's not like that.

He tried to convince himself he was doing it platonically, or because it would be funny to see Steve all flustered, but deep down Eddie knew that it was far more than that.

But him and Steve were friends, and that's all they'd ever be, and he'd accepted that.

A week before Valentine's Day, there was a package on Steve's doorstep addressed to him. He wasn't expecting any mail, and the box was so haphazardly wrapped it was almost scary. Like, he was pretty sure he'd seen this exact set-up in a horror movie. Main character gets mysterious package that ends up ruining their life.

(It didn't end up ruining his life, but it sure as hell changed it)

Inside the box was a teddy bear - one of those real cutesie ones you find at a giftshop this time of year. Steve was confused, and wondered if it was even delivered to the right place - sure enough, there was a handwritten note that confirmed it. I call him Steve Bearington, it read. Steve smiled, but still had no idea who it was from. The girl that he'd gone on a few dates with could never have been responsible for the disastrous way the gift was wrapped. He shrugged. It must have been a secret admirer - he got those sometimes.

He told Eddie about it the next day, and Eddie pretended to act surprised. He didn't want to give his secret away, especially when he went so far as to ask some random person to write out the stupid note so that Steve wouldn't recognize his handwriting. He probably should have asked them to wrap it, too, but whatever. Steve was so happy about it, so Eddie continued with his plan.

Eddie learned that Steve liked sour candy over chocolate, so he got him some. Then he wrote him a poem - it wasn't, like, the greatest thing ever written, but Eddie did tend to have a way with words. He delivered the candy two days before Valentine's Day, and on the eve of the holiday he had one of his other friends discreetly stick the poem on Steve's front door and ding-dong-ditch while he and Eddie were hanging out, just to throw him off his game even more.

"Oh my god, they did it again," Steve said when he picked the poem from the door. "Who is this person?" Eddie appreciated that he said person, instead of woman.

"What does it say?" Eddie asked, biting his lip to keep from grinning. He watched as Steve read it to himself first, his brow furrowing.

"It's, uh," he said, folding it nicely and putting it in his pocket. "It's good."

Hell yeah it is, Eddie thought to himself.

Steve had a date on Valentine's Day - Eddie knew this, and it was to be expected anyway, since Steve almost always had a date on most days. He was leaving at 7, so Eddie showed up at 6.

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Steve didn't have much more to do to get ready for the date - he was already having a good hair day, and he'd picked out an outfit that had done him well in the past. He just was still caught up on who wrote him that poem.

Nobody had written him a poem before, like ever. Steve hadn't ever attempted to write one for anyone else. He wasn't that good at analyzing them in English class, so he'd grown a bit tired of poetry as a whole.

But the one left on his front door sparked a new appreciation for it.

He was confused when the doorbell rang, because he wasn't expecting anybody. Then, he wondered if maybe, he'd find another poem out there.

Instead, he found Eddie. Well, actually, he found a person standing there with flowers covering their face, but the mane of curly brown hair surrounding the flowers gave him away.

They were daisies. Eddie was probably the only person in the world that knew Steve liked daisies, and it wasn't even something he'd explicitly said. He just knew he was drawn to them when he saw them, and he'd pointed them out a few times while he was with Eddie.

"Special Valentine's delivery for Harrington!" Eddie announced, letting himself in. Steve watched as he set them on the table, confident as always, a bright smile on his face. But Steve was mostly just confused.

"What...the hell?" Eddie's bravado faltered just a little bit.

"Hasn't anyone ever gotten you flowers before?" Eddie asked.

"No, but I've bought a lot of flowers before, and -"

"Tsk tsk tsk," Eddie interrupted. "My point exactly. You deserve flowers too, Steve."

"God, what's with all the gifts from people this week?" Steve whined, completely overwhelmed. "Between this and the secret admirer thing, I just -"

Steve's head was spinning, and he wasn't the most observant person, but he did have enough sense to notice the way Eddie winced at the mention of the secret admirer.

"Yeah, well," Eddie said, his tone softer than before. "Like I said, you deserve it."

There was a thick silence as Steve realized what was happening.

"Eddie..." he said, putting it all together. Eddie was the only one who would have known to get him any of that stuff. Steve openly told Eddie all kinds of things he never admitted to anyone else, because he didn't think Eddie was paying attention. He certainly didn't think Eddie had been filing it away to do this.

"I hope you have a good date tonight," Eddie said, suddenly feeling quite stupid about this whole thing. He turned to leave, but Steve stopped him.

"The poem - you wrote it?" Eddie nodded.

Steve thought about straight-up reciting it to Eddie in that moment, to prove to him just how much he liked it. He'd read it so many times it was burned into his brain, just as he wanted it to be.

Huh.

He wasn't expecting this from his best friend, but he was shocked at how weird it didn't feel. Finding out Eddie had been his secret admirer just made sense.

"Doesn't have to be a big deal," Eddie mumbled. "I just - I don't want this to - Like, I'm sorry if -"

"I gotta go cancel my plans with Deb," Steve said.

"What?"

"She'll live. Besides, it wouldn't be that cool of me to go out with someone when I'm thinking about someone else."

"What?" Eddie repeated. He really didn't expect to get this far. "What are you saying?"

Steve smiled - his brilliant, trademark smile that always made Eddie feel warm inside.

"Do you wanna be my Valentine, Munson?"

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[mystra-midnight]

Haunted Hoedown - DAY THREE

summary: Eddie wanted you to live in the perfect fantasy he'd created and would never, ever, in a million fucking years, give you a reason to think otherwise or suspect the truth.

warnings:  stalker!biker!eddie x reader. depictions of stalking, obvs. public sex. spanking. dirty talk. hint of voyeurism. hint of squirting. teeny tiny hint of darkthemes. mentions of perv!biker steve.

words: 1.1k

notes: day three of the haunted hoedown challenge being hosted by @inklore and @psychedelic-ink. (day four and five will be delays because i'm going on holiday yay~) I honestly have never looked into yandere before and don’t know that i can do it justice before my flight tomorrow, so stalker au it is alongside my (current) favourite lana del rey song “ride”, hence the biker au.

prompt: inspired by your favorite lana del rey song + stalker

There was something freeing about riding on the back of his motorcycle. It had something to do with the rumble of the engine between your thighs, the feeling of your hands pressed against his tummy, and how he'd reach back to squeeze your knee every now and then. There had never been a day when you'd felt at home, but with Eddie and his motorcycle, it was almost as though you'd found your people.

He was a mystery wrapped in an enigma, styled with a perfect leather cut and patches you didn't understand. You'd wanted him the first moment he'd taken you into his arms, and you'd fallen in love the moment he'd taken you riding on an open road, no map, no destination, just riding.

The wind had stung your eyes, making tears roll down your cheeks as you laughed. The sound was ripped away before he could hear it, but he felt it in the way your body shook against his back. He had been made for you, as though someone had plucked the fantasies from your mind and brought them to life.

Eddie Munson was your dream come true.

And he was willing to let you believe that.

Eddie wanted you to live in the perfect fantasy he'd created and would never, ever, in a million fucking years, give you a reason to think otherwise or suspect the truth. He'd followed you for days and weeks, months even, to learn what you liked and what you hated; he'd memorised the lines to your favourite movie and what your favourite flower was—carnations, purple, to be specific.

He'd known your body intimately before ever meeting you in that dive bar. He'd watched you touch yourself at night to learn what you liked. He knew the location of each and every one of your scars and how many freckles dotted your body; his favourite was the one on the underside of your left tit.

He knew what you sounded like screaming before he’s even spoken to you. Your brows would cinch together as the pressure built between your hips, your heels digging into the mattress while your mouth opened and closed noiselessly. He knew that when you came, it was always—always—earthshattering. Your thighs would tremble, and you'd shake your head side to side before slumping back to the mattress. His dick would be hard again in an instant after seeing your pretty pussy glistening beneath the yellow glow of the bedside lamp.

When he learned your friend, Robin, was going to take you to the dive bar at the edge of town, he finally set his plans into motion. Steve had been there waiting for you, more than drunk, but he'd remembered what Eddie wanted him to do. He'd hounded you, touched you, grabbed your hips, pulled your ass against his crotch, and rutted against you while you fought him.

Eddie had watched from the corner of the room. You'd lost Robin in the crowd when he sent one of the old ladies in to distract her. He'd almost felt bad. You'd been so afraid when Steve began to fondle beneath your dress—this pretty little thing that stuck out like a sore thumb among the drunkards. The personification of sunshine in your summer dress and heels—all fucking his.

He'd let it go for a while before coming to your rescue. He'd slammed his fist right into Steve's mouth, his rings splitting his lip, for which he'd apologised after Steve'd sobered up. You'd been putty in his hands ever since.

So much so that you'd never noticed Steve wore the same leather cut as Eddie, or that he rode in the gang. You were so enamoured with the road doves way of life, so touch starved and desperate for affection that you'd fallen for his trap hook, line, and sinker.

That was how he got you into this predicament: pulled over on the side of the I-30, dress rucked up around your waist, and his cock buried in your gushing cunt. He grabbed you roughly by the shoulder and pulled you back onto his cock, his mushroom head finding the spongy spot inside your gummy walls that had you wailing his name.

You were close,—so goddamn, motherfucking close.

Each time his heavy balls slapped against your clit, and his pelvis crashed into your ass, your thighs trembled, the insides of them slick with your juice, but he kept you on the edge, refusing to let you dive headfist into the other side. You'd kept your helmet on to preserve your anominity, but he could tell from the way you squeezed him like a fucking vice each time a car passed, horn honking approvingly, that you were in heaven.

His hand came down hard on your right cheek, which made your cunt clench around him somehow even tighter. "So fucking tight for me, pretty girl," he grunted, his voice muffled behind his own helmet. Your visors were both fogged from your heavy breaths, with droplets of moisture sliding down the inside of them. "You like this? Like me splitting you open on the side of the road, you're just a dirty fucking whore, aren't you? Say it."

His words were separated by alternative smacks to your ass: one cheek, then the other, then both at once, his thrusts never once faltering. Tears flooded your eyes because of the delicious sting his rings left in your skin. "Yes!" You cried out, your voice hoarse and broken, your lips wobbling as a sob welled up in your chest. "I'm a whore, your whore, fuck, Eddie, m'gonna cum! Please!"

"Not yet," he snarled. "You don't fucking cum until I tell you you can."

You screamed in frustation but he didn't pay you any attention. In the distance, he could hear the familiar rumble of motorcycles approaching. He grabbed you by the waist, fingers biting into your skin through the fabric of your dress hard enough to bruise, not that you'd mind, and doubled down. It felt like he was in your stomach, rearranging your organs with every brutalising stab of his cock through your slick walls.

You vaguely heard the sound of engines, but it was soon lost to when his hand snaked around to rub vigorously at your clit. Eddie watched as the gang rounded a corner, Steve leading them. Steve's visor was up, his eyes focused completely on the two of you, and Eddie was certain he saw the hint of a smirk.

"Now, baby," Eddie grunted, your helmets clunking together as he hovered over you. "Cum for me, pretty girl, soak my fucking cock." Your arms shook where you held his bike, back in a perfect arch, as white-hot lighting lashed through your veins. You were screaming when Steve and the gang pulled up, the ground drenched where you squirted around Eddie's cock before he buried himself to the hilt, pelvis tight against you ass, shooting thick ropes of cum as deep as possible.

"At least we'll never die of thirst," Steve mocked as he applauded.

[collectivecloseness]

Love Languages: Steve Harrington

A list of Steve Harrington’s love languages, in order of favourite down ~

Acts of service:

Steve is babysitter, mom and dad all in one.

He wants to prove he’s a good friend, and boyfriend, and future husband and father. Never wants to leave you wanting. Anything you need doing, why didn’t you call him earlier? He’s on his way.

Sometimes you tell him though, that he shouldn’t feel like he has to do everything. Not for you, and the kids, and his friends, and the safety of the town, it’s too much on him. He wants to still help, but he appreciates that you don’t want him just for that, and that instead of shutting him out or down, you offer to help with him. Even if it’s something like fixing your car which you have no idea how to do (truthfully Steve is looking over a book on his shelf to make sure he actually remembers things before he helps out) he enjoys letting you help him out.

And reversed, it might be hard to get him to sit down long enough for you to help him, writing his speech asking for a promotion, cooking him dinner, lots of things. He had to learn to be quite independent at a young age. But mostly he’s worried that without helping others out, he’s not worth much to anyone.

But when he starts to get used to the notion of someone doing things just for him, he enjoys those little moments of relaxation. He’d rather it was you rubbing his temples than himself.

Words of affirmation:

He wants to know he’s doing a good enough job, and that you’re happy (and not going to leave him).

He likes to talk about his problems with the upside down because he’s never once felt like he can with the others, as he always had to be brave one. And as everyone knows, boys don’t cry. Well they do now, and he just sobs in pure relief as he is finally able to get it all out, and not do it alone anymore. Soaking your thigh with his tears as your hand has reached under his shirt, scratching his naked back, being careful of any injuries, as you tell him over and over just how amazing he is.

He wants you to know how much he really cares about you, he’s open about that stuff now, confirming with you that he loves you, that you’re perfect, and how much he treasures you. In big speeches as well, even if it’s seemingly at random times. And he’s dead serious during those speeches.

He needs you to know that he’ll always protect you.

Steve has grown so much as a person and he likes your confirmation when you tell him that he really has become a good person, even if you didn’t know him before when he feels like he was a massive douchebag. He likes to have that external reminders that he has grown, he is better, and you add onto that reminder that he should be proud of himself for it.

He also wants to always know what you’re thinking about. He yearns to know what’s going on inside that pretty head. Are they thoughts about him? Are they good? Are they criticisms? Are you okay? Can he help with anything? Talk to him please. He loves hearing your voice! It calms him, and fills him with love so warmly in his chest.

Gift giving:

Likes to buy you flowers, a couple of semi expensive gifts just to see that smile on your face, to know you were happy, and that he made you happy.

Wants to constantly be surprising you with little things to keep you on your toes, he doesn’t like when he thinks things are slowing or feeling less romantic, it worries him, because he doesn’t want you to bore of him. He wants to be fun and spontaneous and to provide for you. Even if sometimes his spontaneity comes off as a little crooked, or forced, but it’s him trying that’s the important factor.

He’s gonna be your spouse after all, he’s gotta prove himself to you. At least he’s sure he does.

Part of it also comes from how he’s grown up, the gentleman buys dinners and jewellery and flowers. But mostly he just loves seeing how happy you get. He literally loves you so much he wants to get you the world.

Probably found something in his parents attic he was 100% sure they wouldn’t care if it was gone, and sold it to buy you a lot of smaller somethings.

Gets excited whenever he sees anything in any store that he thinks you’ll like. Literally grins and places his hands on his knees, bending and squinting at it, before rocking on them for a second. He’s biting his lip in a grin, imagining any multitude of your reactions when he brings it home all bagged up for you at the end of the day. Robin may try pulling him away from store windows, but he always comes back on his own.

Sometimes he goes to shops just to scour blindly for something, any treat to get you when he gets home from work. It makes him happy thinking of you, humming as he gets reminders of your favourite things surrounding him. And the domesticity of strolling around the store, looking at something he can pick out for you, his love, on his way home from work. Even if it’s something smaller like just chocolate, or your favourite drink, he’s happy to come home and have something to chuck at you.

It also lets you know he’s always thinking about you, in his mind.

He’s surprised and always flattered when you buy him something though. Steve doesn’t expect gifts, he doesn’t think he’s good enough to have earned them, or that anyone would think of him spontaneously like that.

He doesn’t think guys get flowers, or chocolates, or personalised gifts that show you know him so well, especially on non special occasions, but he always melts when he gets anything from you, even in those rare times if you thought it was shitty.

You better be careful though, because if you get him something that touches him emotionally, normally something personal, the next day you’re going to be buried alive on the sofa as he shakes out little tokens of affection he just had to grab for you, all over your curled up body.

Bonus, the only time he didn’t care about Eddie stealing, was when he yoinked something Steve had been staring at the entire time in the shop. “Harrington you literally never shut the fuck up about buying this for your girl. And it’s not even that expensive, can’t charge me a felony on that. Go see your wifey. And stop telling me about how awesome this thing is because honestly, a Metallica vinyl has much more value in my books. Plus it wasn’t even that hard to grab.” His friends definitely get annoyed with how obsessed Steve is with the new item he found for you, it’s a mix of being so excited for your reaction and repeating it to himself so he doesn’t forget what he wanted to buy/make, he can’t shut up about it.

Physical touch:

Steve’s still sometimes like a horny teen, cornering you from behind when he lead you to the family video store break room, to kiss your neck and down your chest.

His touch doesn’t always mean he wants sex though, he genuinely just likes touching you, making you smile with his little movements, the feel of you on him. He could just rub his mouth, not even in a kissing way, just nuzzling his face over and over into your shoulder and he’d literally go dizzy. Gets drunk off your scent.

Your scent is comforting to him. It’s his truest version of home. He’s like a scared little child if he wakes in the dark without it; and his parents weren’t exactly ones to tuck him back into bed and kiss the nightmares away. In some ways he almost is like a kid again, gaining an almost trauma response on his worst nights if he wakes up alone, with you not there to lead him hand in hand back to bed, switching the warm lamp on and holding him close. But Steve’s brave, if you’re not home he wants to get over it himself, he put himself back to bed when he was six, he can do it now. But he’ll be very clingy with you the next morning, begging you to stay the night with him.

He likes having a hand on your arm or shoulder in public, or if you hold his hand first he is beaming. It’s not a possessive thing, it’s a support thing, like this is my partner and I’m there for them. Also he’s ready to grab you in case a monster splits the floor in two or something. And just so you know he’s right there with you. Even standing close behind you, just near enough for him to give you reassurances, or for you to extend the same courtesy to him. And again, your warmth and scent are surrounding him, and you’re easy enough to stroke or hold whenever his mind, or body, fathoms of doing so. Casually reminding you of his love and affection for you at all times, even if he can’t say anything because the kids have come to harass him, at least his hand is on your bicep.

Likes laying down with you whenever he has a rest so he can hold you close. Laughing as he snuggles into you, being goofy and vulnerable and stroking every part of your body before just holding you fondly. Probably squeezes a couple of times throughout, just to remind himself that you’re there, and you that he’s there; he’s already hugging you but it’s like an extra hug as an extra reminder of his love for you.

Definitely throws you over his shoulder if you are determined to move because you’ve got to pee, being your own escort to the bathroom before he plops you down, talking to you as he sits with his back to the door, only to wait till the second the tap is turned on to crawl behind you and wrap his arms round your shoulders, smiling into your temple and at your reflection in the bathroom mirror as he kisses your hair, inhaling your smell. Definitely makes a gratuitous sound of content as he sniffs you because it makes you laugh and splash water at him. Not even in a sexual way, just as if your smell makes him so happy and relaxed it’s like a spell.

Please sit on his shoulders in the pool and play wrestle with Eddie and Robin please please please. Wants you to cling onto his back as he wades around with you in the water. Has definitely touched you in the pool as well, obviously only when you two are alone though.

When you’re at home if you’re not sat with him on the couch or in bed, he has his arms wrapped around you and chin tucked into your shoulder or neck, so he can see what you’re doing. Literally gets confused when you mention for the first time that whever you stand up, even if you’re only going to the other side of the room, he’s always following right behind you, like a couple of inches space wise the most, he didn’t even realise he was doing it. You tell him not to stop though. Of course you do reassure that you’re not going to disappear into thin air or abandon him if you walk from the couch to the tv, or worse go into a completely separate room, ugh the dreaded thought, but you also assure him that he is definitely allowed to follow you like a little puppy, he doesn’t have to worry either way. Sometimes when you’re on his lap, playing with his hair as you both watch tv, you’ll just ‘casually’ mention that you were about to go to the kitchen for a snack, because if you’re already on his lap there’s a chance he’s going to not let you out of his arms once and carry you all the way there and all the way back. Cool we’ll go to the kitchen together, you pull the fridge open and take out those blueberries for me please, I’ll make sure not to drop you. Hopefully, he teases.

He’s beaming on the inside when he realises that you touching him has become so normalised to him too! It still makes his brain all happy when you hold his hand to lead him to a new video you wanted an opinion on, or wrapped your arms around his own when he was just giving a stranger directions.

Whenever you grace him with your touch it’s a comforting reminder to him that you really do love him. You want to touch him, you like just so naturally holding him, or getting him to hold you. He craves that confirmation but not in an unhealthy way anymore. It just makes him feel good. Touching you in any way though, makes Steve feel good.

Quality time:

Steve hates having an empty house, he loves you sharing it with him. Even if you don’t officially live with him, you basically do. Steve wants you to casually move in, so you always have each other to come home to. He’s also only told you this, but some nights he gets scared sleeping alone in the big dark house. With you there the scary thoughts of something coming to get him hardly ever even occur to him. It’s family roleplay for real, he can’t wait till the real thing where you have a wedding band on your finger and your first- or sixth- baby in your arm. Not that he wouldn’t be scooping that baby right up.

It may also be the next step for your relationship, even if you’re not sharing a lease, moving in with him still feels so real and normal for Steve. He loves loves loves to talk with you about your future, whether it takes place in that house, or another he’ll buy for you. Hell he’ll even build it for you. White picket fence, a dog, six kids, his dream car, oh what’s that you want the bathroom on the north side too? You got it babe, let him add it to his notebook of example blueprints.

He doesn’t really like being separated from you much, from more of an anxiety and trauma standpoint because what if you get hurt... it is Hawkins after all, and he wouldn’t have been there to be Steve the protector.

Asks you to visit when he’s working, even if he’s not on break, he can still talk to you. Robin likes you so she only bullies Steve about being distracted.

He likes to ask you about your day, and if a day passes and he hasn’t, most likely you just didn’t pick up the phone the only second of the day the poor man had free, he’s worried it was bad and is already thinking of ways to help.

He likes seeing you whenever he is free, likes when you call asking when he’s available. He likes the fact you ask him to spend time with you. Obviously you don’t ask quite like that, not that he’d mind if you did, but when you make plans to see him, just to hang out together; whether you planned something small with him like watching the season finale of that show you were hooked on and playing a board game together, or asking him out on an extravagant date out which fills the entire day with tickets somewhere that cost $100, or just simply asking him for some time between the two of you. It’s something that he’s so happy to do for you.

He likes that you want to spend time with him, but he also likes the fact you don’t feel the need to spend every second with him, like his parents who don’t trust each other. Although Steve would happily spend most of his time with you, not because you two have no trust, but because you just genuinely like each others company that much.

Even if he’s normally working or babysitting the kids, he likes if you’re there with him. Steve doesn’t have a lot of spare time, for moments for just the two of you. He doesn’t particularly mind it, he definitely feels he has to be there for the kids or his friends or work harder towards some goals in life, and doesn’t mind keeping busy vs just watching tv or something. But he’s super snuggly when he does have it, wanting to know everything in your head, or work on something with you like cooking dinner together. If you two can do it together, that’s pretty good in his books.

[stevesbipanic]

Hello! Steve has very cuddly/"love language is physical contact" vibes, but what about:

After Starcourt, Steve is a lot jumpier. If he's not the one initiating the touch, he'll flinch away like he's scared. He likes to sleep in the same room as the people he loves, but actualy cuddling? He might wake up in the middle of a panic attack. The only exception to this is Robin (and maybe later Eddie).

Robin was the one to notice first. After Starcourt the two of them spend almost every day and night together. They're too afraid of leaving one another alone in a room, the memory of Steve being carried away by the Russians too fresh in their minds. Robin had a habit of rambling when she got talking, and when she got rambling her hands followed her energy.

The first time Steve flinched Robin freaked, she started questioning if things were ok at home, was Steve afraid of her, was he ok? Steve explained it was just a bad reminder of what happened in that room. So Robin makes sure her movements never swing in Steve's direction.

They share the bed most nights, facing each other, reminding themselves the other is ok. The first time Steve wakes them up with a nightmare Robin is very cautious, Steve's breathing is erratic, his eyes aren't focusing but Robin wants to badly to make that look on his face go away.

"Steve? Bud can I touch you?"

She doesn't get an answer, instead Steve turns and launches into her arms. They fall asleep like that, and wake up curled together. Robin learns to let Steve tell her or show her when he needs touch, and with the two being platonic soulmates, they're often seen hanging off each other.

With the kids they learn Steve is different now. He's still their favourite babysitter but they get more head rubs and pats on the back than they give him hugs. Robin had sat them down and told them to be patient with Steve, that Steve went through some rough stuff in Starcourt and not to feel bad if he acts different around them sometimes. Steve makes sure they know they're still loved, plenty of ruffled hair and more individual hugs than dog piles.

Eddie is dramatic by nature, big hand gestures, loud voices and full of affection for his friends. He tackles the kids into hugs and scoops up Robin at Family Video, even gets a high five from his new favourite Wheeler.

With Steve though he's different. He got the rundown from Robin about making sure he's in Steve's right eye of sight and to keep his voice low on bad days and aim hands away from Steve's face. He got a more threatening rundown when Robin recognised that Eddie's flirting with Steve wasn't totally platonic playing.

Eddie wants nothing more than to cuddle up to Steve every movie night, lean on his shoulder at the arcade and hold him tight. But he doesn't want to make Steve uncomfortable, sure Steve is bi but that doesn't mean he likes Eddie. So he holds in his affection the best he can.

Steve is pretty sure he's this close to being madly in love with Eddie. He sees Eddie making sure he doesn't panic Steve, sees him love his kids and connect with Robin. Steve wants to show Eddie how much he cares about him but the words just can't seem to come out right in his head.

The first time Steve does it the whole party is over for movie night the kids have taken up camp on the mattress in front of the TV while Robin lays with her head in Steve's lap, dozing off and Eddie on Steve's other side. They're halfway through the movie when Eddie realises Steve's a lot closer than before. Before he knows it Steve has completely relaxed against Eddie's side, also dozing off. Eddie tries not to tense up so Steve doesn't regret doing this. He doesn't remember the rest of the movie too busy enjoying the view of a soft Steve laying next to him.

After that Steve seems to always be in Eddie's space, not that Eddie minds. When Eddie hangs behind the counter at work Steve rests his head on his shoulder. Every movie night Steve is cuddled up to his side. At the quarry Steve dozes in the sun with his head in Eddie's lap. Eddie doesn't know what to do with this information but he doesn't want to bring it up and for Steve to stop.

It all comes to a head one night. Eddie had come over to watch movies with Steve and they ended up in Steve's bed getting ready for sleep which wasn't uncommon. Eddie had been woken up by Steve's screaming.

"Steve, Stevie wake up please you're having a nightmare."

Eddie knew he wasn't supposed to touch, but Steve was crying and Eddie couldn't help it. The moment Eddie touched Steve's shoulder he shot up, eyes wide. When they focused on Eddie, Steve wrapped his arms around him and pulled him tightly to his chest.

"Y-You were dead, Eds. I felt you die and I couldn't save you."

"Hey, hey sweetheart I'm ok, I'm ok I promise, you saved me, I'm ok."

Steve didn't let go even when they woke up in the morning. Eddie was careful about touching Steve not wanting to spook him now that it was morning.

"You're allowed to hug me, Eddie."

"Robin said I had to let you do the touching."

"She's right but overprotective. You're allowed to touch."

Oh. Oh.

From then on Steve was always seen wrapped around Eddie or Robin or both. Their fingers intertwined in the car, Steve in Eddie's lap at Hellfire and most importantly, Steve and Eddie entangled and safe in bed every night.

[messydiabolical]

Mass Effect Tag Game

I was tagged by @illusivesoul, thank you! <3 I'll tag in @shadowthehedgehog1 @angstyastro @zet-sway @stormikins @bluerose5 @jtownnn @yellingaboutmasseffect @callista-curations @impishbiscuit @spookyvalentine @skittidyne @jadevakarian But I could be tagging all day so please everyone join in if you'd like and no worries if you don't!

Here's the blank questions, and my answers are below the cut!

I am a fan since: Favourite game of the series?: MShep or FShep?: Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?: Biotics or Tech: Paragon or Renegade: Favourite Class: Favourite Companion: Least favourite Companion: My squad selection: Favourite In-game romance: Other pairings I like: Favourite NPC: Favourite Antagonist: Favourite Mission: Favourite Loyalty Mission: Favourite DLC: Control, Synthesis or Destroy: Favourite Weapon: Favourite Place: A quote I like:

My answers:

I am a fan since:Legendary Edition release (better late than never!)

Favourite game of the series?:2 wins overall, due to how much I loved learning about the new companions and all their little side quests and the excitement of prepping for the big mission. 3 has the best overall mechanics though, and the npc’s being able to banter is top notch.

MShep or FShep?: Both, but I tend to create themsheps anyway.

Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?:Keahi is a colonist, Blaise a spacer AU. I think all the backgrounds have juicy potential but find the idea of growing up out there in this big new galaxy exciting. 

Biotics or Tech:Probably tech for my sheps, but I love having a biotic in the squad as backup. I’ll usually have 1 biotic ability as my Shep’s bonus and chalk it up to funky side effects of how they resurrected Shep in 2.

Paragon or Renegade:Generally paragon but some renegade interrupts.

Favourite Class:Infilitrator. Sniper Rifles are always my fave (or archers in fantasy games).

Favourite Companion: Such a tough question. As there’s a romance question later, i’ll save Thane for then. I’m also going to answer as me rather than who my shep’s would pick. I think Mordin is honestly the companion I got most excited about going to chat with or hearing unique lines from. And while not ‘companions’, I have such soft spots for Traynor and Cortez and consider them honourary squaddies.

Least favourite Companion:I mean there are plenty who I think have questionable morals/ideas/attitudes, but it doesn’t make me dislike them, it makes them interesting and gives fresh perspectives, so this is also a tough question. I feel bad for saying it, but I guess Liara? Only in that she gets so much priority in 1 and 3 but I don’t find her as interesting to chat with compared to others and also found her going from nerdy excitable anxious dork in 1 to ‘flay your mind’ corpo bad bitch in 2 gave me whiplash. The fact she sold shep’s body is another point deducted. And the way she let Shepard drop like hot shit in shadowbroker too, oof. I really don’t dislike her though and still find her overall character interesting.

My squad selection:I change it up a lot so I get to hear all the different things they have to say

Favourite In-game romance:Thane, followed by Steve Cortez and Samantha Traynor. Is anyone surprised?!

Other pairings I like:Feron x Kolyat, Thane X Cortez (why romance them separately when I can put them together instead!) Femshep x Miranda. I tend to headcanon my shep’s as older than the in game age so Jack feels too young for them, but I do love the Jack romance generally. 

Favourite NPC:That one completely chill smoking salarian in the citadel DLC. Dandenbo’s icon always makes me grin reminding me of him. Also the salarian Thane rescued who had his whole world rocked and wrote an email about it. You go you funky little horny guy.

Favourite Antagonist:TIM is interesting because you get that having to work together and resenting the hell out of it aspect in 2. And look he’s by no means an effective antagonist, but Donovan Hock is objectively very funny.

Favourite Mission:The suicide mission. It isn’t the best mechanically, but it’s very satisfying after working towards it the whole game and getting yourself as ready as can be.

Favourite Loyalty Mission:Thane, i’m biased. Grunt’s rite of passage is also just fun.

Favourite DLC:I’ll go with 1 from each game. Bring down the sky- I just find something pretty satisfying about pootling around shutting the 3 rockets off and finding all the little out the way side bits. And that view! Lair of the Shadowbroker- Feron my beloved. Gotta save my boy. Leviathan- felt like a breath of fresh air with the piecing together clues, and such a great creepy atmosphere. You really finish it feeling like ‘this may help, but at what cost?’ and it feels significant.

Control, Synthesis or Destroy:So funny story, I got so confused the first time I played and kind of panicked, completely missed that you could choose to run a different direction and just ran full pelt forwards yeeting shepard to the centre. When that activated synthesis I spent the next 40 odd minutes watching my computer in growing utter horror/confusion. Anyway destruction is the actual choice but fuck that whole ‘this has to genocide the geth and Edi’ thing fuuuuuck.

Favourite Weapon:Upgrading to the widow is nice but I am quite fond of the M-97 Viper in earlier/lower levels, the 6 shot mag is especially favourable.

Favourite Place:I really love the brutalist architecture of Port Hanshan.

A quote I like:

I dare to assume you ignorant jackasses know that space is empty. Once you fire this hunk of metal, it keeps going til it hits something. That can be a ship, or the planet behind that ship. It might go off into space and hit somebody in 10,000 years. If you pull the trigger on this, you are ruining someone’s day, somewhere and sometime!

[mistiell]

Fluff Alphabet with Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

A/N: Still working on those requests, but I figured I’d put something out in the time being. I might do a smut alphabet after this, but I don’t know yet.

A - Activites (What does he like to do with you?)

Literally anything. As long as he’s with you, he doesn’t care what you guys do. He normally lets you choose how you guys spend your free time, happily going along with whatever you suggest.

One thing that he really enjoys is when you guys are together but doing your own thing, just sharing the space. Maybe he’s learning something new on the guitar while you’re sat reading next to him. Or maybe you’re studying and he’s planning a D&D campaign. Sometimes he wants downtime but he also wants you, so doing your own separate activities in comfortable silence is the perfect solution.

B - Beauty (What does he love about you? What does he love most about himself?)

He doesn’t really care much about looks. You could be fresh out of the upside down, covered in dirt and slime and he’d still think you’re the most beautiful being to ever walk the earth. If he had to pick a favourite, though, it would be your tummy. Big or small, he loves it regardless. You’re just so warm and comfy. He loves resting his head on your stomach and falling asleep while you play with his hair.

His favourite feature on himself has got to be his hair. He spends at least 15 minutes every morning making sure it looks good but not so good that people can tell he puts effort into it. In his words, “It’s got to have the right fluff to curl ratio”.

C - Comfort (How would he help you when you’re upset/having a panic attack?)

Lots and lots and lots of cuddles. The moment he sees the tears welling up in your eyes, he’s pulling you right into his arms. If you’re around people, he’ll quickly make an excuse to excuse the both of you to bring you somewhere private so he can hold you and talk it out. Definitely cracks a few jokes to get you to laugh.

He’s a little lost at first when it comes to panic attacks. He’s had them himself a few times, but he didn’t know what they were until you. Whenever it happens in public, he’s quick to pull you out of the situation and get you somewhere quiet. He’ll ask to touch you before he does anything. If you say it’s okay, he’ll hold your hand and rub his thumb against your skin to give you something to focus on while he breathes with you. If not, he’ll sit close to you and get you to do that thing where you name off things you can sense (5 things you can see, 4 things you can feel, etc.)

D - Date (What was the first date with him like? What’s his go-to date?)

Your first date started as an ice cream date. It’s basic, but it was easy. After you guys finished your ice creams, he took you down to lovers lake to watch the sunset and talk. He also brought some weed because of course he did. Y’all ended up having some wildly existential and bizarre conversations that day. You cracked a Lord of the Rings joke and while you were choking and nearly crying over your own joke, he swore he was going to make you his no matter what it took.

His go-to date is a movie, snacks, and a fuck ton of blankets. You guys keep very good track of who’s turn it is to pick the movie now because the one time you forgot, you spent over 30 minutes inside Family Video arguing over whether you should rent “Return of the Living Dead” or “The Breakfast Club”. Robin and Steve were not impressed.

E - Equal (Is he the dominant one or the the passive one in the relationship?)

He’s a little on the passive side. He prefers when you take the lead, but he’ll also put his two cents in about things when needed.

F - Fight (Does he easily forgive you? How is he during fights?)

Eddie does not like conflict. Which often leads to him bottling up whatever’s bothering him to avoid confrontation. He normally goes quiet and gets distant when he’s upset with you. He won’t flat out ignore you, but he’ll give you short answers and won’t go out of his way to make plans. When you do eventually confront him, he denies that anything is wrong at first. But then you start getting frustrated, which in turn gets him frustrated and then the fight actually ensues.

When you guys fight, he does yell, but keep in mind he isn’t yelling at you, he’s yelling near you. He has a hard time expressing what he’s upset about so it can take some time for him to explain everything in a way that’s cohesive and actually makes sense, which can be frustrating in itself. When he catches himself getting a little too heated or a little too loud, he’s quick to apologize and tell you that he’s not yelling at you, more to himself than anything. Once it’s all out in the open, he’s quick to calm down and he’s willing to talk it through with you. He’s also very quick to forgive you. He doesn’t like holding grudges and would rather learn from the fight and move on rather than have it taint your relationship.

G - Gratitude (How grateful is he in general? Is he aware of everything you do for him?)

He is so, so, so grateful for you and he lets you know that on a daily basis. Compliments and “I love you’s” are frequent and always genuine.

He notices all the little things you do for him. He notices when you start packing extra snacks after you notice he only brings a baggy of walnuts for lunch. He notices the little affirmations scribbled in the margins of his notebook after you went over his notes to make sure he had all the information. He definitely notices when you start automatically giving him your hand to fidget with after you caught him biting his nails one too many times. He notices and appreciates it all, more than you could ever know.

H - Honesty (Is he secretive at all? Or does he share everything with you?)

Eddie doesn’t hide much of anything from you. He trusts you 100% and hates lying to you. The only thing that he’s ever really dishonest about is how he’s feeling. Expressing his emotions is something he struggles with, both because he doesn’t want to be a burden and because he often can’t find the right words. However, with a little prying (and sometimes a little weed), he’ll open up to you. When he’s talking, don’t interrupt him and don’t rush him, let him take the time to organize his thoughts and figure out how to say things.

I - Inspiration (Did you change him somehow? Did he change you in anyway?)

You both change over the course of your relationship. Not drastically, but it’s noticeable. You picked up the tongue thing he does when he’s concentrating. You didn’t even notice until Steve was like “Dude, wtf are you doing??”. You’ve also caught yourself mirroring his stance whenever you’re in the same room.

He picked up your sarcasm and your sense of humour. There have been a few times where you two have been hanging out with Steve, Nancy, and Robin and somebody’s done something stupid (normally Steve) and you both came out with the exact same insult at the exact same time. He’s also picked up a couple of your study habits. He doesn’t study very often, but when he does, he finds himself using some of the strategies you shared with him during your many make out study sessions.

J - Jealousy (Does he get jealous easily? How does he deal with it?)

He can get a little jealous sometimes. He trusts you, of course. But sometimes, when someone is flirting with you or you’re giving your attention to someone else for too long, insecurity gets the best of him and he can’t help but feel jealous.

Whenever you’re being flirted with, the PDA gets ramped up to a thousand. He’s got a hand on you at all times, he’s kissing you wherever he can reach, he’s calling you every pet name in the book just to make it clear to anyone within 10 feet of you that you’re his.

If you’re just talking to someone and aren’t paying much attention to what he’s saying, he gets huffy and grumbly. He’ll try to get you to pay attention by grabbing your hand and kissing your cheek, maybe whispering a whiny little “baabe :((“ but if that doesn’t work, he’ll pull away and get a little distant until you finally ask him what’s wrong.

K - Kiss (What was the first kiss like?)

He was so fucking nervous it was unreal. You’re his first real kiss so he was shaking in his boots when he leaned in to kiss you. The only thing going through his head was “Don’t fuck this up don’t fuck this up don’t fuck this up”.

But once you finally met him halfway, he got so lightheaded and tingly that he had to think back to make sure he hadn’t smoked before he took you out to lover’s lake. The moment your lips met, he was hooked.

L - Love Confession (How did he confess to you?)

Good god, this guy pined over you for months before he finally confessed to you. Mostly because he was worried about you. There’s a fair amount of peer backlash when you get into a relationship with the town freak and he didn’t want you to go through all that just to be with him.

I imagine he’d do it just before you guys go into the upside down. Sort of like a “Fuck it, it’s now or never” situation. You’re about to go up on top of the trailer but he grabs your wrist, taking a shaky breath before finally shooting his shot, “Hey, once this is all over, do you- um… do you maybe wanna get some ice cream? With me?”

Cue Dustin’s little “Smooth!” From on top of the trailer, which he pointedly ignores.

You obviously say yes, and when you both get out of there fully alive and nearly unscathed, you set a date.

M - Marriage (Does he want to get married? How does he propose?)

He isn’t too keen on marriage at first. He saw how his parents marriage was and it kind of put him off the idea. When you guys get together, though, his view of it shifts a little. He finds himself thinking about it more often. What it would be like to introduce you as his wife, being able to call you Mrs. Munson. He even scribbled your first name with his last name down in the margins of his notebook once.

The more he thinks about it, the more apparent it becomes that he really would like to call you his wife someday. But maybe not officially.

If he were to ever propose, it would be while you’re doing something really domestic. You’re washing the dishes after breakfast and he’s just watching you when all of a sudden he just blurts out “Marry me?”.

And of course you’re like, “What?” So he repeats himself, coming around the counter to wrap his arms around you. You have to ask him if he’s serious and when he confirms, your heart swells as you nod vigorously. He grins and takes of one of his rings to slip it on to your ring finger. From then on, he introduces you as his wife. Completely skips over the whole fiancée thing, as far as he’s concerned, that ring means you’re hitched. He doesn’t need a fancy wedding or documents to know that he wants you and only you for the rest of his life.

N - Nicknames (What does he call you?)

I made a post about this before so I’m gonna speed run it:

- shortened version of your name

- sweetheart

- babe

- baby

- darlin’

- Gorgeous

- Beatiful

- If you’re shorter than him, he calls you short stuff and hobbit

- pretty girl

- sweet thing

O - On Cloud Nine (What’s he like when he’s in love? Is it obvious to others?)

It is unbelievably obvious how in love with you he is. He opens doors for you, carries your bags no matter how big or how small, he even lets you pick the music you listen to whenever you’re in the car. Any polaroid Nancy has taken of you two where he’s looking at you captures the lovesick gaze he always aims at you.

Before you guys got together, his friends were always begging him to just get it over with and ask you out because they couldn’t take another second of hearing about the mundane little things you did that made Eddie blush that day. Jokes on them, though, ‘cause he talks about you even more now if that’s even possible.

P - PDA (Is he shy about public displays of affection?)

Fuck. No.

Whenever you’re together, it’s rare that he isn’t loving on you in some way. He doesn’t overdo it, of course. Most of the time it’s just a casual hand on your waist or in your back pocket.

Definitely steals kisses from you between classes. He says they keep him focused but you both know that’s just an excuse to kiss you.

Q - Quirk (A random ability he has that’s somehow beneficial to your relationship)

His knack for storytelling is great for distracting you when you’re stressed. Sometimes when you’re upset, he’ll just launch into an absolutely absurd childhood memory of his and the way he tells it has you laughing in minutes.

His voice is a close second. He’s a wonderful singer and will often sing or hum you to sleep when you’re having trouble.

R - Romance (How romantic is he? How far is he willing to go to make you happy?)

Eddie would literally extinguish the sun if you said it was shining too brightly. There is nothing that this man wouldn’t do to make you smile.

As for romance, he’s romantic in his own way. He hates the cheesy rom-com take on love so he does his very best to spice things up and find his own unorthodox way of showing you he loves you.

He memorizes your coffee order from that little cafe in town and brings it to you every Monday without fail because he knows that’s the day you need a pick-me-up most.

He makes you mix tapes full of songs that remind him of you, hoping that you’ll pick up on the lyrics and understand the meaning behind them.

He memorizes your favourite scenes in your favourite movies so that when you start monologuing with your favourite character, he can surprise you by going right along with you.

When it’s pouring rain outside, he drags you outside the trailer to dance with you, twirling and dipping you while you both get absolutely drenched. It’s a very “Eddie” take on romance, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

S - Support (Will he help you achieve your goals? Does he believe in you?)

He believes in you 110%! Anything you want to do in life, he’s right there next to you cheering you on. Doesn’t matter if it’s something everyone else deems “unrealistic”, as far as he’s concerned, you can do absolutely anything you set you’re mind to.

T - Thrill (Does he need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or does he need a certain routine?)

Routines have never worked for him. The most routine he has is brushing his teeth every morning and night. He’s always finding new adventures to partake in despite how small Hawkins is, and if you’ll let him, he’ll drag you along on every single one

U - Understanding (How well does he know you? Is he empathetic?)

He’s unbelievably empathetic and in tune with you’re emotions. He can spot even the slightest of changes in your expressions and mannerisms it’s almost scary.

He remembers tiny things about you that you think are insignificant, but are quite the opposite to him. He treasures everything you tell him about yourself, holding those little pieces of you with the utmost care.

V - Vanity (How much does he care about his looks?)

He isn’t super concerned about his looks. He likes to teeter the line between presentable and “just rolled out of bed” just enough that he looks good without it looking like he put any effort in. His hair is what he spends the most time on simply because it’s a beast and needs to be tamed every morning lest he look like a lion.

W - Wild Card (A random fluff headcanon)

He loves soft things. Blankets, pillows, you name it. As long as it’s soft, he’ll bury himself in it.

X - Xtra (A random headcanon about the relationship)

You paint his nails black whenever his band has a gig. He has a hard time sitting still while you do it, but he really does enjoy the time with you.

He also writes you love letters as if y’all were in a fantasy world. Lots of “My dearest Y/n” and stuff like that.

Y - Yearning (How does he cope when he’s missing you?)

He doesn’t like when you have leave for long periods of time. You’ve become such a big part of his life that it feels wrong not being able to see you for so long.

To cope, he’d probably go through some of the polaroids you gave him before you left, maybe sleep with one of the shirts you left at his place. When you get back, you best believe he’s wrapping you up in a bear hug and won’t be letting you go for the next 3-4 hours.

Z - Zzzz (How does he sleep?)

On his back or on his side. He sleeps best with you tucked right up next to him. Which is also good for you because he’s a blanket hog so if you aren’t snuggled up to him, you’ll be freezing to death on the other side of the mattress.

He snores quietly too. It’s not loud by any means, but you can definitely hear it when you’re that close to him.