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Unexpected connections happen in two places: the Ships list and Feeld—a dating app for the curious. On Feeld, finding like-minded people is as fulfilling as finding yourself. In celebration of ships, here are this year’s iconic connections.

Ineffable Husbands +17 Aziraphale & Crowley, Good Omens

Steddie Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Stranger Things

Destiel Dean Winchester & Castiel, Supernatural

Byler -3 Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Stranger Things

Wenclair Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair, Wednesday

Bowuigi Bowser & Luigi, the Super Mario Bros. franchise

Huntlow +7 Hunter & Willow Park, The Owl House

Avatrice Ava Silva & Beatrice, Warrior Nun

Hannigram +2 Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Hannibal

Buddie -4 Evan Buckley & Edmundo Diaz, 9-1-1

Vashwood Vash the Stampede & Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Trigun Stampede

Zelink +80 Zelda & Link, The Legend of Zelda

Lumity -6 Luz Noceda & Amity Blight, The Owl House

Ghostsoap Simon “Ghost” Riley & John “Soap” MacTavish, the Call of Duty franchise

Blackbonnet -11 Edward Teach/Blackbeard & Stede Bonnet, Our Flag Means Death

Wolfstar +8 Remus Lupin & Sirius Black, the Harry Potter universe

Merthur +12 Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Merlin

Jegulus +25 James Potter & Regulus Black, the Harry Potter universe

Bumbleby +48 Yang Xiao Long & Blake Belladonna, RWBY

Bakudeku -4 Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Boku no Hero Academia

Dreamling -1 Dream of the Endless & Hob Gadling, The Sandman

Soukoku +60 Nakahara Chuuya & Dazai Osamu, Bungou Stray Dogs

Firstprince Alex Claremont-Diaz & Prince Henry of Wales, Red, White & Royal Blue

Wesper Wylan Van Eck & Jesper Fahey, the Grishaverse

Wangxian -8 Lan Wangji & Wei Wuxian, Mo Dao Zu Shi

Satosugu +23 Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru, Jujutsu Kaisen

Imodna +8 Imogen Temult & Laudna, Critical Role

Kanej +44 Kaz Brekker & Inej Ghafa, the Grishaverse

Bubbline Princess Bubblegum & Marceline, Adventure Time

Ladynoir -17 Ladybug & Chat Noir, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Twiyor +6 Loid Forger & Yor Forger, SPY x FAMILY

Loustat +43 Louis de Pointe du Lac & Lestat de Lioncourt, Interview with the Vampire

Zosan Roronoa Zoro & Vinsmoke Sanji, One Piece

Marichat -12 Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Chat Noir, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Serirei +65 Serizawa Katsuya & Reigen Arataka, Mob Psycho 100

Adrienette -21 Adrien Agreste & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Chenford +24 Lucy Chen & Tim Bradford, The Rookie

Petrigrof Simon Petrikov & Betty Grof, Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake

Kavetham Kaveh & Alhaitham, Genshin Impact

Griddlehark +54 Gideon Nav & Harrowhark Nonagesimus, The Locked Tomb series

Raeda -13 Raine Whispers & Eda Clawthorne, The Owl House

Tomgreg -19 Tom Wambsgans & Greg Hirsch, Succession

Hanamusa Jessie & Delia Ketchum, the Pokémon franchise

Zolu Roronoa Zoro & Monkey D. Luffy, One Piece

Narumitsu -12 Phoenix Wright & Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney

Sonadow +23 Sonic & Shadow, Sonic the Hedgehog

Ineffable Bureaucracy Archangel Gabriel & Beelzebub, Good Omens

Spirk +9 Spock & James Kirk, Star Trek

Ballister x Ambrosius Ballister Boldheart & Ambrosius Goldenloin, Nimona

Nandermo -42 Nandor the Relentless & Guillermo de la Cruz, What We Do in the Shadows

Jonmartin -15 Jonathan Sims & Martin Blackwood, The Magnus Archives

Punkflower Hobie Brown & Miles Morales, Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

AkiAngel Aki Hayakawa & the Angel Devil, Chainsaw Man

Ronance -49 Robin Buckley & Nancy Wheeler, Stranger Things

Superbat -11 Superman & Batman, the DC universe

Shuake Ren Amamiya/Joker & Goro Akechi, Persona 5

Geraskier -48 Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier, The Witcher

Hualian -18 Hua Cheng & Xie Lian, Tian Guan Ci Fu

Sulemio Suletta Mercury & Miorine Rembran, Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury

Sterek -5 Stiles Stilinski & Derek Hale, Teen Wolf

Gumlee Prince Gumball & Marshall Lee, Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake

Shadowpeach Sun Wukong & the Six-Eared Macaque, Lego Monkie Kid

Drarry -29 Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, the Harry Potter universe

Wilmon Prince Wilhelm & Simon Eriksson, Young Royals

Harringrove -34 Steve Harrington & Billy Hargrove, Stranger Things

Kazurei Suwa Rei & Kurusu Kazuki, Buddy Daddies

Lestappen Charles Leclerc & Max Verstappen, Formula 1 drivers

Zukka -5 Zuko & Sokka, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Codywan +8 Commander Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi, Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Solangelo -23 Will Solace & Nico di Angelo, the Percy Jackson universe

Catradora Catra & Adora, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Shadowgast -4 Caleb Widogast & Essek Thelyss, Critical Role

Stucky -43 Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes, the Marvel universe

Tarlos -18 TK Strand & Carlos Reyes, 9-1-1: Lone Star

Johnlock +21 John Watson & Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock

Sasunaru -24 Uchiha Sasuke & Uzumaki Naruto, Naruto

Locklyle Anthony Lockwood & Lucy Carlyle, Lockwood & Co.

Lokius Loki Laufeyson & Mobius M. Mobius, the Marvel universe

Supercorp -67 Kara Danvers & Lena Luthor, Supergirl

Piltover's Finest Caitlyn Kiramman & Vi, Arcane

Helnik Matthias Helvar & Nina Zenik, the Grishaverse

Prohibitedwish Scarab & Prismo, Adventure Time

Klance -12 Keith & Lance, Voltron: Legendary Defender

Reylo Rey & Kylo Ren, the Star Wars universe

Hanazawa Teruki & Kageyama Shigeo, Mob Psycho 100

Cockles -44 Misha Collins & Jensen Ackles, Actors

Percabeth -46 Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, the Percy Jackson universe

Astarion x Tav Astarion & Tav, Baldur's Gate 3

Timkon Tim Drake & Conner Kent, Young Justice

Davekat Dave Strider & Karkat Vantas, Homestuck

Cynonari Cyno & Tighnari, Genshin Impact

Creek Craig Tucker & Tweek Tweak, South Park

Klapollo Apollo Justice & Klavier Gavin, Ace Attorney

Style Stan Marsh & Kyle Brovlofski, South Park

Korrasami -11 Korra & Asami Sato, The Legend of Korra

Bill x Frank Bill & Frank, The Last of Us

Nick x Charlie -51 Nick Nelson & Charlie Spring, Heartstopper

Dreamnotfound -50 Dreamwastaken & GeorgeNotFound, Streamers

Dinluke -33 Din Djarin & Luke Skywalker, the Star Wars universe

Rhaenicent Rhaenyra Targaryen & Alicent Hightower, House of the Dragon

The number in italics indicates how many spots a ship moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded ships weren’t on the list last year. Explore your desires on Feeld. Within a safer, inclusive space, you can feel free to connect more intimately to yourself and others. Choose from over 20 gender and sexuality options and explore solo, or with a partner. Curious? Download the app today.

#year in review #ships #tumblr2023

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thatgeekwiththeclipons · 1 year

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Happy 65th Birthday to Emmy Winning, Golden Globe Winning, 4x SAG Winning character actor extraordinaire Steve Buscemi! ^__^

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eddywoww · 3 months

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Steve as part of his college’s library staff. Eddie as an overly tired engineering student who spends every other day killing time in the library before his second class of the day. It’s better than sitting in his car in the heat or the cold and plus, the couches aren’t THAT stuff.

The only problem is he keeps falling asleep on them. Worse than that, he’s pretty sure that all the late nights and energy drinks and fucking numbers are causing him to see things. That or the library is haunted.

Because every single time he passes out on one of the couches, he’s woken up the prettiest boy in the world. He’s so careful about it, nudging Eddie gently by the shoulder and holding a finger to his lips to quiet Eddie. And then he’s gone seconds later and Eddie can never find him. Like a ghost.

His friends think he’s silly, some even think he’s maybe right and is just imagining shit at this point. Lord knows he doesn’t get enough sleep.

The first time he actually meets the boy is a hapless adventure. They’re both at the same club, library boy accidentally spills a drink on Eddie. Apologizes profusely with pink cheeks and tries to dry the stain with his own very tight, non-library-appropriate shirt and Eddie can’t even focus because

“I thought you were a ghost.”

And Steve (that’s how library boy finally introduces himself) looks so confused. He has no clue what Eddie even means and it’s only with some convincing that Eddie can pull a now wary Steve into conversation and explain

And the reaction is hilarious. Eddie expects at least some ridicule or to be made fun of. But Steve turns brighter and starts mumbling.

As it turns out, he isn’t a ghost. He’s just been waking Eddie up and darting away to hide in one of the study rooms. Out of pure nerves, if anything. Which is-

“Do you have a little crush on me? Is that it?”

And Eddie is mostly joking, he is. No way would some like Steve have a crush on HIM. But then the blushing and stammering get worse and Steve can’t even talk and Eddie is kind of the worst kind of foot in mouth idiot, so he goes

“Have you ever done it in the library? The couches aren’t that uncomfortable, you know. Just saying, seems like a missed opportunity.”

Steve goes from pink to red in under a second.

#blurbs #my fic

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talesofhawkins · 2 months

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Steve's due home any minute now — you pace back and forth in the kitchen of your small apartment. This was not the plan, far from it.

You've been together for a few years. They were magical, pure — he was perfection, but Hawkins grew old, tiresome. New York, that was the plan. A year of saving from dead end jobs, and the two of you finally did it. You escaped.

A new city full of opportunities and adventures. A new apartment with an extra bedroom for visiting friends. Jobs with room to grow and learn, making enough money to get by.

This certainly wasn't part of the plan, staring at the two pink lines on the counter. You never thought about having kids, not until you met him — seeing the way Steve took care of his six, little nuggets made you want kids.

It made you want kids with him, only him. You thought about it often, glancing at him when you'd imagine them. You'd picture them with his beautiful, kind brown eyes. They'd have his sweet, warm smile. They'd have little moles scattered about they're soft skin for you to trace.

Your kids would be mini versions of their daddy — the man you fell in love with.

The door quickly opens then closes. "Honey, I'm home." He sings, causing a smile to appear on your face. " Today was the worst! The guy I was telling you about, Richard, he forgot to..."

The usual routine — Steve comes home from work, rambling about his day as he takes off his jacket and shoes at the door. He'll go on and on, until he rounds the corner of the kitchen to see you. Like clockwork.

"Hey baby." He walks towards you, arms opening — ready to embrace you.

"I'm pregnant."

He stops in his tracks, face blank, eyes staring at you as if he'd seen a ghost. You were going to wait until after dinner — let him settle and relax from a long day at work, but the words blurt out of your mouth. No warning, nothing. Shit, shit, shit.

You panic, grabbing the test and tossing it to him. It hits him in the chest, falling to the ground with a small thump. "Steve, honey, are you okay?" He walks towards you, not saying a single word.

You go to talk, tending to babble when nervous. He caresses your cheek, calming you as he stares into your eyes. He doesn't say a word, dropping to his knees.

"A baby." His hands on your hips, pulling you closer so he can place a soft kiss to your belly — a smile on his lips, looking up at you with those endearing eyes. "Our baby."

Tears stain your cheeks, running your fingers through his hair. You smile, nodding as you look down at him. "Yeah, our baby."

Steve wraps his arms around you, squeezing you softly as his forehead rest against your belly, and just like that — all your nerves and fear melted away.

You knew in that moment, everything was going to be okay.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #fanfic #*shfics #blurb #*shblurbs #fluff #girlfriend!reader #he would be such a great dad

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satoshy12 · 6 months

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The Ghost and the Amazon:

Danny ends up in the world of gods and monsters and is having more fun than he should. But to his defense, he only knows these beings from books and the ghost zone. And, having been fascinated by this world for around ten years, he adored it! He was struck in his prime of 21 years, so he had in truth no idea how many years he really was here, but you could say after 5 he no longer cared much about it. (His father His height, as he had his growth spurt, was pretty muscular too, but not super massive. (Think of Thor, Steve Rogers, or Goku, yeah, Goku Piccolo Saga.)

After an attack by Circe, Wonder Woman too ended up in this new realm, seeing monsters wreaking havoc on the mortal realm. Being a hero, she will help them, and so she joined this Son of Hades?? in fighting against them. They had become fast friends over the years through adventure and fighting. Diana noticed he, just like her, didn't age. + It had been a shame that after a new portal opened, they could leave but were needed, but Diana would visit him and he would visit her. + Amity Park had changed not much; as he had fallen through the portal, the whole town thought he was Isekai'd and now could return. And man, the whole town was surprised as they saw Danny, that massive and full-of-muscle Fenton man. Not sure what to do. But the Fentons were happy to see him back. Danny, too, was happy to see his mom, dad, Tucker, Sam, Jazz, and Ellie. Ellie told him how she protected the town while he was gone, and Tucker and Sam told him what he missed in school and similar. Jazz was now his tiny, big sister, as he was taller than her by 1 head. Mom and Dad learned about him being a phantom and were pretty accepting of it; they were just sad he was gone for so long. He been missed 3 years, but the doctors said he was around the start of his 20s in body age but much older. And seem to be prime of his body; the isekai'd changed him. maybe Magic. As Ellie learned by talking with Danny, whom he met in the realm! She wanted to really meet her her Wonder Woman!, but Danny thought first to wait more than a month. She told him about the Space Station. Well, time to visit Diana! She never told him in all the years about the Space Station! + For Diana True to his words, Danny came to visit her maybe to wait one month was much, but here he was in the Watch Tower. It turned out his adorable cutie pie baby clone (his words not her, but she is adorable), Ellie, was a fan. So while she talked to the tiny girl, Danny looked out the window at the stars. She could spend later time with her Danny. Time to tell Ellie about their adventures in the last the last few years in the Realms with Danny.

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paper-mario-wiki · 3 days

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Was there a post that had a screenshot with the shows that're on FreakTV, or did I misremember?

here's the current lineup, all seasons and some specials, in rotation (though the bot is currently offline):

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Aqua Teen Hunger Force

Beavis and Butthead

Check it Out! with Dr. Steve Brule

Ed, Edd, n' Eddy

The Eric Andre Show

Futurama

I Think You Should Leave

Letterkenny

Limmy's Show

Look Around You

Nathan For You

Nirvanna the Band the Show

Sifl & Olly Show

Space Ghost Coast to Coast

Trailer Park Boys

Whose Line Is It Anyway?

Cowboy Bebop

Yu-Gi-Oh

Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog

The Simpsons

Super Mario Bros. Super Show

Samurai Jack

Loiter Squad

King of the Hill

Home Movies

Mobile Fighter G Gundam

Chowder

Comedy Bang! Bang!

Nichijou - My Ordinary Life

Speed Racer

Strong Bad Email

Lupin III

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

Mega64

Freakazoid!

Kemono Friends

Sailor Moon

Kirby: Right Back at Ya!

Ghost Hunters

TF2 Animated Shorts

Cinematech

Tales from the Crypt

How it's Made

The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack

KaBlam!

The Legend of Zelda

#anon #freaktv

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eldritch-thrumming · 1 year

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i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.

kiss me once ‘cause you know i had a long night, kiss me twice ‘cause it’s gonna be all right, three times ‘cause i’ve waited my whole life

Steve’s phone buzzes in his pocket. He’s technically not supposed to have it on the floor, but it’s 9:30 on a Wednesday night and the store’s dead anyway.

Eddie 🎸👎: date’s a dud engage emergency protocol immediately 🚨🚨🚨

Steve rolls his eyes and clicks the little phone icon near Eddie’s name.

“Hello?” Eddie manages to sound both confused and concerned.

“Help, help,” Steve deadpans, leaning his elbows on the counter. “I’m having an emergency that only you can help me with.” Steve’s done this enough times in the three years they’ve lived together to know that Eddie can think up his own lie to tell his date.

“Oh my god, I’ll be right there, Steve.”

Steve’s not sure how Eddie manages to make it sound so convincing every time, but it’s enough that even Steve might start to believe it if he wasn’t the one calling.

Eddie hangs up without saying goodbye, probably to tell his date some exaggerated story about how Steve’s fallen in the shower or fell off a ladder. Somehow, all Eddie’s emergency scenarios involve Steve hurting himself in increasingly embarrassing ways.

By the time Steve’s got the store tidied and closed and walked the four blocks to their apartment, Robin and Eddie are already on the couch in the living room. Steve can hear them bickering over what to watch from the front hallway as he slips off his shoes and shrugs out of his jacket. He follows the sound of their voices to find them practically wrestling over the remote.

“Jesus, can’t leave you two alone for more than five minutes. You’re worse than the kids,” Steve says as he makes his way across the room and into the kitchen for a bag of chips. It wasn’t the healthiest dinner, but he was too exhausted to cook.

“There’s leftovers from the diner in the fridge,” Eddie calls out to him, not even missing a beat as he pries the remote from Robin’s white-knuckled grip.

“You took leftovers on a first date?” Robin asks him, appalled, as if it’s the most unheard of thing Eddie’s ever said.

Steve’s popping the styrofoam container into their tiny microwave as Eddie tells her, “It was a second date for your information.” He puts on an episode of Ghost Adventures without asking anyone’s input.

“Wow, someone made it past your rigorous first date interview? Shocker.” Robin crosses her arms and huffs in annoyance, because she was also going to put on Ghost Adventures but it’s the principle of the thing. You just don’t take a woman’s remote from her, under any circumstance.

“Hey, it’s imperative for me to suss out a potential partner’s commitment to the music gods,” Eddie says.

“‘Potential partners’?” Robin scoffs. “I thought you said you were in your slut era?”

“Well,” Eddie seems to lose his footing here. “I am. But I can’t be fucking anyone who listens to Tame Impala.”

“Steve listens to Tame Impala.”

Steve has made it back into the living room in time to see the blush rise on Eddie’s cheeks.

“Good thing I’m not fucking Steve then, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, good thing.” Even Steve can hear the eye roll in Robin’s voice.

Because the thing was…

Okay, so the thing is…

The long and short of it is that they’re not fucking.

But they’re also, like. Not not fucking.

It’s just that sometimes, after a horrible date or a stressful day or even just when they’re feeling incredibly horny, the apartment can feel kind of lonely, even with two roommates. So. They… do stuff. Together. No penetration, but. Yeah. Enough for it to be called ‘fucking,’ probably. At least Steve thinks so.

But they haven’t told Robin. They’re both pretty sure she suspects. She’s not a fucking idiot and Steve thinks someone living under the same roof as Steve and Eddie would have to be in order to be that oblivious. Steve’s pretty sure she’s been trying to get one or the other of them to confess, but they’ve held strong so far. It’s not that they were hiding it, exactly. It was just that, whenever this thing inevitably came to an end or imploded on them both, they didn’t want to have to explain it to anyone. At least that was what Steve was thinking, because it’s not like they actually talk about it.

Neither of them say anything else, so Steve makes an attempt to change the subject.

“So what did you tell your date this time?” He asks Eddie before shoveling a forkful of reheated pasta into his own mouth.

Eddie smirks. “I told him you cut off the tip of your finger with your crafting scissors while you were scrapbooking and then passed out from the sight of the blood and hit your head on the corner of the coffee table.”

Steve pauses with his fork halfway between the takeout container and his mouth.

“I thought these emergencies were supposed to be believable.”

“I’ve literally walked in on you scrapbooking multiple times, Stevie,” Eddie says it like he’s stating the obvious.

“I could never cut through my fingers with my crafting scissors.”

“Oh, that’s what you take issue with about that lame-ass scenario?” Robin scoffs again.

“There’s nothing wrong with scrapbooking,” Steve says defensively.

“Didn’t say there was,” Robin mutters, turning her attention back to the TV. “Can you guys shut up now? I’m trying to watch my stories.”

Steve rolls his eyes and shares a look with Eddie before doing as Robin says and shutting the fuck up. He drops down into the lone armchair to finish his leftover diner food, attention fixed on the television. He thinks he can feel it every time Eddie’s eyes dart over to look at him.

~*~

Later, after Eddie’s snuck into his bed around one a.m. and they’re laying there next to each other in the afterglow, Steve asks, “So the date really sucked?”

Eddie sighs. “I mean, he was nice and all, but there just wasn’t any, like… chemistry or whatever. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah,” Steve responds, his voice low. Steve hadn’t been on a date in months, hadn’t felt the usual impulse to flirt with strangers incessantly. Robin kept saying he was in a lull or a slump or something, but Steve does start to feel lonely sometimes, especially when Robin is out with her girlfriend and Eddie has a date and he’s left to his own devices in their shared apartment. Even though, more often than not lately, Eddie’s dates almost always end in “emergency protocol” and the two of them wind up tangled in Steve’s sheets. Steve can’t help but think that it’s only a matter of time before all of this comes to an end, before Eddie finds someone who’s perfect for him.

Someone who isn’t Steve.

~*~

Three days later, Steve and Eddie wake up to the blaring honk of Steve’s alarm, wrapped around each other. Steve can’t help but notice the way Eddie looks when he’s just woken up, soft and rumpled, hair a tangled mess on top of his head.

“Ugh, make it stop,” Eddie groans, scrubbing a hand down his face, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Steve slams his hand down on his alarm clock and flops back onto his pillows, even though he really should be getting up for work. He wraps a hand around the back of Eddie’s neck before dropping a kiss to his forehead and pulling him back to lie against his chest.

“Don’t wanna get up yet,” Steve mutters, eyes falling shut again. The blankets are warm and soft and the weight of Eddie on his chest is enough to have him drifting back into sleep.

Eddie doesn’t let him though. Instead, he plants his palm on Steve’s chest and pushes himself upright, making Steve groan in dissatisfaction.

“Gotta get up, dude,” Eddie tells him, yawning and climbing out from under the covers to pull on his discarded sleep pants. “Got, like, seven engines to fix today. Something about spring, man, everyone’s car starts to break down.” Eddie pulls his t-shirt over his head before opening Steve’s door and sticking his head out, making sure the coast is clear.

Eddie leaves the door slightly open and crosses back to Steve’s bed, planting a kiss on Steve’s cheek, like he just can’t help himself.

“Won’t get off until late and then I have a date, so keep your phone at the ready,” Eddie smiles when he says it and Steve wants to trace his dimples with his tongue.

“Coming home first?”

“Nah, just gonna shower at the gym next door,” Eddie stretches. “See ya later, Stevie.” And then he’s out the door and slipping quickly into his own room down the hall.

Steve doesn’t like the way Eddie’s bedroom door sounds as it clicks shut.

~*~

Steve has the early shift at the store, so when he gets home in the late afternoon with two bags of groceries, he’s got the apartment to himself. Robin’s spending her weekend off with Vickie and Eddie’s still at work before heading off to his date.

Steve puts his groceries away, makes himself an early dinner, and then positions himself in front of the TV. He puts his phone face up on the coffee table, so he’ll see it when Eddie texts him to get out of his date.

He gets lost in the Real Housewives of Wherever for hours before he remembers he’s supposed to be keeping an eye on his phone. He taps the screen and sees there are no notifications. That’s weird. It’s already well past nine; Eddie usually texts by now for a rescue.

Steve sits back on the couch, eyes on his phone where it sits on the coffee table in front of him. He watches it for a few long moments, willing it to ring.

It doesn’t.

~*~

Hours later, Steve wakes up to the front door slamming shut. His face feels plastered to the leather of their second-hand couch. He knows it’s Eddie coming through the door because he’s the only one of them that lets it slam when it closes.

Steve reaches for his phone, still on the coffee table where he’s left it. He taps the screen and sees that it’s already after two in the morning. Eddie comes into the living room and seems surprised to see him on the couch.

“You’re still up?” He asks, eyebrows pulling together.

“You didn’t call,” Steve tries to make it sound casual, but even he hears the accusation in his own voice.

“Uh yeah. No. He was, uh. Kinda cool, actually,” Eddie smiles to himself and it looks so soft and sweet in the dim light of TV. Steve feels his chest go hollow seeing it. He swallows.

“Well,” Steve clears his throat. “That’s great.”

“Wanna hang out?” Eddie asks. Steve’s not sure if he means hang out or hang out, but either way, Steve can’t bring himself to say yes.

“Nah.” He yawns. “Early shift tomorrow.” It’s a lie, but who can blame him?

Steve gets up off the couch and crosses the room before Eddie can say anything.

“Oh, sure,” Eddie mutters as Steve brushes past him on his way into the hallway. “Goodnight, Stevie.”

Steve feels his throat constrict, like he might cry if Eddie says anything else. He clears his throat again. “‘Night,” he returns, before he shuts his bedroom door behind him.

~*~

Steve stews in it for a couple of days. He’s annoyed and grumpy and even Robin starts avoiding him after he snaps at her one too many times for no reason. He’s avoiding Eddie, but he suspects that Eddie is also avoiding him.

Which is absurd. It’s not like Steve changed the rules. He’s not the one who changed their routine. Who went on a date with someone else and enjoyed it.

That thought gives Steve pause because that’s not what this is, is it? He’s aware that he’s not very good at keeping his emotions out of his sex life. He knows he gets too attached too soon. But Eddie is his friend. You’re supposed to have emotions for your friends. You’re supposed to hate everyone they date. You’re supposed to want to spend all your time with them. Right?

Fuck. Fuck. Steve is maybe out of his depth here.

By Tuesday night, he has no choice but to go to Robin.

“I fucked up,” he says without preamble, walking into her room without knocking and flopping face first onto her unmade bed. She just watches him from where she sits at her desk in front of her laptop. Eddie has a late night band practice after work, so they’ve got the place to themselves.

“Yeah, how?” She asks.

“I… am not sure. But I feel bad.” Steve is practically whining at this point.

“Can I tell you what I think without you getting mad at me?” Robin’s tone is cautious in a way that it hardly ever is with Steve.

“When do I ever get mad?” Steve scowls at her, the side of his face smooshed into her pillow so he can see her.

“Gee, I wonder.” Robin rolls her eyes. “You’ve been testy since Saturday, babe.”

Steve huffs but it’s not like he can deny it, exactly.

“Whatever, I’m in a bad mood,” he grumbles, picking at a thread on her comforter.

“Yeah, and why do you think that is?” Robin’s question sounds decidedly pointed.

“I dunno. Full moon or something. Something’s in retrograde, probably.”

Robin sighs. “Look, I’m going to say something to you and I want you to just listen and synthesize the information, okay? Just shut up.” Steve grunts and Robin clearly takes that for assent. “I think that you’re in love with Eddie.”

She says it so matter-of-factly that Steve sits straight up on her bed so he can look at her fully. His eyes dart to her open door. “What?” He practically spits out.

Robin rolls her eyes again. “Yeah, whatever. I know I’m not supposed to know about the… whatever you want to call it. But you guys aren’t exactly subtle. Or quiet.” Steve’s jaw falls open. “I know you’ve been fooling around for months. And you haven’t had to figure out your feelings for each other because you haven’t been dating at all and every date Eddie’s been on he’s sabotaged himself. And now he’s had a great date and you’re feeling threatened, obviously. You’re jealous, Steve.”

Steve just looks at her for a moment, before saying, “I actually hate you so much.” He looks back over toward her open door. “Did he say it was a great date?”

“Ugh, you’re pathetic.” Robin balls up a piece of paper and throws it at him, before turning serious. “Just tell him, Stevie. I’m pretty sure he’s into you just as much as you’re into him. You should see the way he stares at your ass when he thinks no one’s looking. It’s truly disgusting.”

Steve throws the ball of paper back at Robin, hitting her squarely in her forehead.

~*~

Steve locks himself in his room for the rest of the night, obsessing over what Robin has told him. He tosses and turns all night thinking about it. He’s vaguely aware of the door slamming as Eddie comes in from band practice around midnight and he thinks that maybe Eddie might linger just a little longer outside Steve’s door, but he doesn’t knock. Just pauses before he moves on to his own room.

Steve wakes up late the next morning. He has to rush through his morning routine and by the time he makes it to the kitchen for breakfast, both Robin and Eddie have left for the day. Luckily, Steve has a midday shift, so he has a bit of time before he has to leave for the store. He leans against the counter, spooning cereal into his mouth. As he places his dirty bowl and spoon in the sink to clean after work, his eyes get caught on the whiteboard they have hanging on the fridge.

Second date tonight, keep phone handy -E

Steve feels his heart start beating fast, almost erratically. His fingertips go numb. He licks his lips and leaves the kitchen, slipping on his shoes and jacket and leaving for work.

~*~

Steve comes home to an empty apartment. Robin has some study group and Eddie has his date. Steve can’t help but feel a little depressed as he walks through the door to nothing but quiet.

He makes himself dinner. He puts something on the television. He places his phone face-up on the coffee table, just in case.

It doesn’t light up with a notification until well after nine. It’s a phone call. From Eddie.

Steve fumbles his phone as he lunges to pick it up.

“Hey,” he says into his phone’s speaker. “Thought you had a date.”

“Yeah,” Steve can tell Eddie’s smiling, even though he can’t see him. “Was wondering if you had some kind of emergency to tell me about?”

“Um.” Steve is confused. This isn’t the normal script. He’s supposed to call Eddie. Not the other way around. “I don’t. Know? I mean. Yeah. I… need you?”

“On my way, Stevie.” And then he hangs up.

~*~

Steve’s paused the TV and is sitting on the living room couch in silence by the time he hears the door slam shut. He looks up as Eddie walks into the room.

“Hey,” Eddie greets him, voice low. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah, been… busy.” Steve inwardly cringes at how he sounds, knows it’s a lame excuse, because Eddie knows him. He knows why he hasn’t seen Steve.

“Right,” Eddie smirks. “So… can we talk?”

“Sure, whatever.” Steve tries to sound casual, thinks he misses it by about a mile.

Eddie sits in the armchair instead of next to Steve on the couch. Steve tries not to take it as an insult.

“I was on a really good date tonight, Stevie,” Eddie tells him, voice soft and slow, like he’s breaking bad news to Steve. Steve’s heart clenches in chest, hard and painful. He nods, eyes on everything but Eddie. “He was cool and funny and actually had good taste in music.” Steve’s not exactly sure he really needs to hear this. “But…”

Steve feels a small flutter of hope in the pit of his stomach. “But?” He prompts, still not looking at Eddie.

“But.” Steve can tell from his tone that Eddie’s smiling again, that same smile he’d heard on the phone. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About sitting here watching dumb reality shows with your arm around me. Waiting for your call even though I hadn’t texted you.”

Steve’s eyes snap to Eddie’s. He licks his lips. “What.” He doesn’t say it like a question.

“I wanted to be with you, Stevie. Always wanna be with you.” Eddie looks nervous now. He pulls at a rip in his jeans. “Do you… what do you think about that?”

“I, uh.” Steve’s mouth is suddenly dry, voice just a little hoarse. “I think it’s… good.”

“Good?” Eddie snorts. “You think it’s good? Gonna need a little more here, Steve.” Eddie still looks a little nervous, but his smile is starting to form again.

“Yeah, like. Really good.” Steve licks his lips again. “I always wanna be with you, too,” he adds softly.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, and he sounds vulnerable in a way that Steve’s never really heard before. He’s fully smiling again, small and soft, like maybe he can’t believe his luck.

Steve smiles back at him. “Yeah.”

And then they don’t say anything at all. Eddie crosses the small space between them and tackles Steve back against the couch. Their lips meet, soft at first. Then Steve let’s out a moan, opens his mouth under Eddie’s and the kisses turn decidedly less soft and more horny.

~*~

The next morning, Steve’s phone dings on his bedside table. He reaches over to read the screen.

Queen Robbie✨💕: love that u guys have figured ur shit out, but can we work out a system or something? i heard u [redacted] and then [redacted] and also [redacted]

Steve smiles before dropping his phone back on his bedside table and turning over in his bed. He pulls a sleeping Eddie into his arms and drops a tiny kiss to the back of Eddie’s neck. Eddie lets out a sleepy little moan. Steve could get used to waking up like this every morning.

———

An anonymous benefactor gifted me with lyrics from “Paper Rings” and here is what I’ve done with them.

Just two things: 1. I have never seen Ghost Adventures, but I imagine it would be one of the only shows both Robin and Eddie could agree on and 2. I have never listened to Tame Impala, I know nothing abt the music (beyond the fact that it’s just one guy??? see, I am hip and cool, gen z), so this is not intentional slander, I promise!!! It’s just the first thing I thought of.

Oh ETA: I also know nothing abt cars or what mechanics do, I assume they sometimes fix engines.

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buckleysbitch · 4 months

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𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 ⊹˚. ♡

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18+ under the cut

𐙚 “babe what did you get for #4”

𐙚 “okay how about #5”

𐙚 definitely majoring in business or communications with a minor in journalism

𐙚 2 am fast food runs

𐙚 including deliriously listening to queen and trying to sing bohemian rhapsody to no avail

𐙚 despite that he has a knack for the guitar

𐙚 learning your favorite songs on guitar and always whipping them out at the most ridiculous times

𐙚 often during high stress study sessions

𐙚 “♫ and if a double decker bus crashes into us ♫”

𐙚 “I SURE HOPE IT DOES STEVE”

𐙚 eventually moving into an apartment together

𐙚 you load laundry, he folds

𐙚 adventures to the local record store

𐙚 never getting up for those 8 ams

𐙚 board game + wine nights with robin and eddie

𐙚 he always insists on pouring your wine for you

𐙚 falling asleep on the couch and floor respectively face first into your homework

𐙚 eventually he wakes up in the middle of the night and groggily carries you to bed and tucks you in

𐙚 his messy hair when his alarm doesn’t go off so he quickly gets ready for classes

𐙚 going to frat parties and giving the good old irish goodbye after an hour

𐙚 dancing with him at parties bye bye bye GRINDING ON HIM AT PARTIES?? i’m deceased

𐙚 poor baby can’t keep his cock in his pants after that and you’ll have to blow him in the car

𐙚 but it’s okay because he was secretly fingering you an hour ago during the smoke sesh

𐙚 will drive you anywhere you please even though you have your own car

𐙚 grocery trips with steve!! i am so unwell

𐙚 you definitely met bumping into each other (literally) in the library, very very cliche and cute

𐙚 he memorized your coffee order insanely quickly and always brings you one to your library dates

𐙚 drunken open mic nights >>>

𐙚 “holy shit dude i swear i saw a ghost over by the law section”

𐙚 “steve….that’s professor higgins…how many coffees have you had?”

𐙚 “….”

𐙚 weed and wine > beer and liquor

𐙚 getting high off your asses together and laughing at book names in the library

𐙚 cleaning you up and cuddling in bed after accidentally having a tad too much to drink

𐙚 a GIANT rock on your finger by senior year <3

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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Bad For Business: Level Six

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [2.4K] An enemies to lovers au. Arcade coworkers, who love to hate each other, get too competitive about Dig Dug and share a mutual annoyance for the kids that like to pester them. Choose your own adventure by picking an option at the end of the chapter.

Everyone scrambled at the sight of law enforcement, underage teens still blowing smoke from their lips as they ditched their drinks and shouldered each other through the fire exit door.

Steve was caught in the literal headlights, his eyes wide as he watched Officer Callahan clear out the party goers, tripping over abandoned bags and bottles as he went. Steve was still too close, frozen in front of you, his hand still on your leg, his face still too close to yours. Then Robin was scrambling past you both, yelling something about sacrifices, and Eddie looked downright gleeful as he stormed towards a trainee officer, ducking under his arms and running out the door, cheering.

It all happened a little too fast, the lights too bright, Steve too distracting.

Hopper was in front of you both before you knew it, tired looking, bored of it all already. He sighed, weary. “Alright, c’mon. Station, let’s go.”

—————

The holding cell was tiny, barely used and hardly needed in a town like Hawkins, and you could see Hopper’s desk through the bars.

You could also feel Steve’s presence behind you, still too close, the ghost of his hand still staining your leg with a warmth that wasn’t actually there anymore.

“Christ, would you just sit down?”

The voice came from behind you, lazy and still cocky, like the whole situation was boring to him. It was a little past two in the morning and you were practically under arrest with Steve Harrington.

You spun, glaring at him as if this was all his fault. And maybe it was. Not that someone called a noise complaint, no, but because you’d not been anywhere near coherent enough to turn and run like the rest of your friends, scattering out the fire exits as if the building truly had gone up in flames.

No, you’d been far too preoccupied, your mouth brushing over Steve’s, just, barely. An almost kiss. Because Steve fucking Harrington had declared to everyone that he thought you were the prettiest girl in the room.

Your body was still fizzing.

“I just wanna know when we can go home,” you grumbled back, shifting uncomfortably, arms crossing over your chest to gain some heat. “I’m cold. And I need to pee.”

Steve snorted, looking up at you with amused eyes from where he sat on the cell floor, his back to the wall. His legs were stretched out and spread, taking up too much room in the tiny space, ready to trip you up if you moved back without looking. But then he was shuffling, pulling his sweater over his head by the scruff of his collar, handing it to you without really looking.

His cheeks were pink and he was scowling, or at least trying to.

“I can’t help you with the latter, but here.” The blue crew neck was soft and warm and you didn’t know what to do as you held it awkwardly in your hands. You stared at the boy, suspicious, and Steve rolled his eyes. “Put it on, dummy, it’s not gonna bite.”

You huffed, ready to argue, to call him an immature name back but the smell of Steve’s cologne was clinging to the cotton and it was too inviting to turn down. You turned away, as if it was too intimate a thing to let Steve watch, closing your eyes as you slipped the sweater over your head.

It provided instant warmth and suddenly you were burning, cheeks hot as you cleared your throat and offered a soft ‘thanks.’

“S’whatever,” came Steve’s mumbled reply but you saw the way he dipped his chin, hiding his rosy cheeks, dragging the heel of his trainer over the concrete like it was more interesting than you.

You eventually conceded, sitting down the cold, metal bench that was bolted to the wall. It put you in front of the boy, your legs between his, Steve’s head just a little lower than your own as he stayed on the floor. His eyes met yours, fleeting, as if eye contact was suddenly too much. You swore the room was getting smaller.

Silence crept over you both with an awful unfamiliarity. Although you and Steve weren’t exactly friends, time spent together was usually filled with bickering, semi serious insults and each other's best attempts to wind the other up. The quiet was only broken by the faint ringing of a phone, somewhere behind a door, the beep of a fax machine, a one sided conversion, muffled and tired.

“Listen—”

“About the dare—”

You both paused, waiting, wondering if the other would finish their sentence first, but silence snuck in once again. You wanted to say more, you wanted to ask why, you wanted to know if Steve really meant it when he chose you to kiss, if this was just another weird game he’d decided to play with you. A game of chicken, waiting to see who was scared enough to pull away first.

When Steve’s nose had bumped against your own, you’d had no intention of pulling away. You’d know that.

“Alright, I called your boss instead of your parents, be grateful, yeah?” Hopper strolled in, a stack of papers in his hands, no doubt another write up to add to your file. “Murray isn’t pressing charges, but he says you both gotta be there early tomorrow to clean.” Hopper flashed a grin at you both. “Ain’t he sweet?”

The lock clunked, metal on metal as the door swung open. You scrambled up, stepping over Steve’s leg and tried not to sulk as Hopper stared at you both, disapproving.

“It wasn’t just us, you know,” Steve grumbled, singing the sheet of paper the older man handed him. “Whole team was there, we just— didn’t have a chance to run.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Harrington,” Hopper huffed, “I didn’t peg you as the mastermind, don’t worry. And I appreciate you both not playing Bonnie and Clyde, now, beat it. I’ve got better things to do than play babysitter.”

The morning was barely breaking as you and Steve left the station, the slight chill making you wrap your arms around yourself. You were still wearing Steve’s sweater, something that you were both far too aware of. The sky was still dark, pink and tangerine tinting the edges, the possibility of the sun just below the horizon and you squinted into the light, hoping for some it’s warmth as you began the walk home.

You sighed and raised your brows at Steve, amusement gracing your features, because spending some time in a cell with the boy wasn’t how you imagined the night ending. Although, you hadn’t exactly pictured it starting with an almost kiss either.

Your hands caught the hem of the sweater, fingers curling, starting to pull.

“Nah, s’fine,” Steve stopped you with a wave of his hand. “Just give me it tomorrow.”

You blinked.

“Okay,” your voice was almost too quiet, softer than Steve usually heard it. But it matched the night, the pink clouds that were starting to roll in, candy cotton and peach. You were wary when you gazed at him, his T-shirt rolled up his shoulders, the leftover beer making his cheeks a little rosy. “I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.”

You didn’t wait for his response, eager to escape the way he was looking at you, like he was still thinking about earlier, how close you’d been, like he was wondering what your lips tasted like. But then Steve was catching at your elbow and frowning when stared at him.

“You’re not walkin’ home alone,” he scoffed, like you were stupid for thinking such a thing.

“What?” You almost laughed. You’d have accused of him of being gentlemanly if Steve wasn’t still making that face at you. “I live, like, ten minutes away.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I know where you live, princess. Doesn’t change the fact that you shouldn’t be walking alone at night.”

You did laugh then, a bright sound in the dark and your smile was wide, warm. It made Steve squirm, his frown deepening, only to hide his flush. “Wow, Harrington, you going soft on me?”

You didn’t wait for an answer as you began walking, the too long sleeves of Steve’s sweater swinging below your hands. You looked back at the boy over your shoulder, his glare still there as he followed, hands shoved in his pockets.

“What? No,” Steve scoffed again, his nose crinkled as he did his best to pretend you weren’t getting to him. “I’m just—“

You stopped then, too sudden, spinning to grin at the boy, beaming wider when he stumbled and tried not to crash into you. “Just what? Being a gentleman?”

Steve swallowed hard as he stood too close, barely catching himself from grabbing at your waist as you turned too quick on him. His eyes were on your lips, gaze heavy, lashes lowered and his throat felt too tight. He swallowed again, Adam’s apple bobbing.

You didn’t let him answer, still having too much fun teasing him. In reality, you appreciated the boy walking you home, even with dawn breaking, the skies above were still navy and dark, the streets eerily empty, your footsteps echoing on the sidewalk. “You’re not a gentleman, are you Stevie?”

The boy’s eyes flashed at you, dangerous, even though he grinned, matching your energy, that teasing that was borderline arguing. He shrugged back at you, lazy, too confident, still too close. Steve didn’t move back.

“Not for you, sweetheart, that’s for sure.” He flashed his teeth at you, more bite than smile. “Just makin’ sure you’re still in one piece to help clean up.” Steve took the time to let his gaze roam over you, up and down, up and down. “You’d look cute in one of those little aprons, maybe a short skirt—”

You barked out a laugh, backing away from him, admitting defeat. The air suddenly wasn’t as cool as before. “Bite me,” you told him, rolling your eyes.

Steve caught up quickly as you made your way back down the street, walking on the empty road instead of the sidewalk. He was at your side in seconds, long legs taking big strides. You could hear the smile in his voice, the amusement there, his shoulder bumping yours as he ducked his head to whisper at your ear.

“Told you before, princess, bend over.”

“You know, you talk a big game for a guy who was asking for a kiss earlier,” you shot back, refusing to let Steve get the upper hand. This is what you were used to, biting, snapping, picking a new fight. “Or did you forget already? You think I’m pretty, right, Harrington?”

But Steve was just as quick, snorting at your bravery, nudging his shoulder into yours as if to tell you he was still too close. “Only when you shut up.”

You spun at that, eyes narrowed, not caring that you were near your house, close to your bed and warmth and away from Steve. He was grinning at your expression, knowing he’d won. Maybe.

If he wanted you quiet, he’d have to work harder than that.

“You’re such a pig, you know th—”

The rest of your sentence was cut off, insults swallowed by the boy you were aiming at, his hand - almost too big and impossibly wide - catching at the nape of your neck to pull you in. He wasn’t soft about it, not really, your chest colliding with Steve’s, your hands finding his shoulders and you didn’t know whether to hold on or push away.

Steve kissed like he argued, heated, controlled and with a clever tongue.

His lips parted yours, heavy breaths and gasps mixing as his top lip captured yours, nose pressed hard to your cheek. And then a little softer, his tongue, licking over your own, slipping past your lips, tasting like tequila and smoke, honey and tobacco.

Your hands curled around his shoulders, fingers twisting into his shirt. You pulled him closer, demanding, mean about it and you felt his smile in return, a smirk against your mouth that you were determined to kiss away. Steve’s other hand gripped your jaw, controlling, urging, his thumb pushing at the corner of your mouth, asking for more.

So you kissed him deeper, a little messier, a small moan leaving your throat that made Steve squeeze his fingers into your skin a little harder. He was dizzy with it, feeling drunker kissing you than he’d ever felt before. It didn’t matter you were both in the middle of the road, not too far from your parents bedroom window.

It didn’t matter he’d had to see you in a few hours, in the harsh light of a new day, with a hangover and a mop bucket in his hands.

It didn’t matter that he didn’t have an excuse for this.

It didn’t matter that he was supposed to hate you.

It didn’t matter that you hated him.

You kissed him like you wanted him, like he could pull you down the side of someone’s house and press you into the bricks. You licked your tongue over his like you’d let him lift you in his arms, like you’d wrap your legs around his hips and grind onto him, making pretty, pretty noises.

Like the ones you were making now, your hands slipping to his collar, fingers tucked inside, brushing against warm skin, skimming the metal of the chain he wore underneath. You curled your grip over it, tugged, mean, demanding.

Steve grunted, swore into your mouth, felt his eyes roll back into his head. You were something else, as cruel with your kisses as you were with your words and he was losing it, gone on you, adoring everything you gave him. You nipped at him, dragged a thumb down his chin, sucked on his bottom lip when he parted them more for you, his jeans too tight to even think properly.

How long had it been?

When he opened his eyes, would it be light? Would the sun have come? Would the sky be lavender? Would it look as pretty as you?

You whispered Steve’s name into his lips and he moaned. He was gone. Fucked. Done.

Then Mr and Mrs Cooke’s sprinklers came on and it was over. You both parted, chests heaving, pupils blown wide, a flush over both of you that couldn’t be ignored.

Steve’s lips were glossy from you, pink and kiss swollen, all bitten and shining. His eyes were too dark, heavy lidded and hair a mess, even though you weren’t sure you’d grabbed at it. Maybe you had. You couldn’t really remember anything but his tongue on yours.

“I’ll see you later,” you managed to breathe out, voice wrecked, words a huff.

You didn’t wait for a reply.

PSA: LEVEL 7 WILL BE POSTED 22/5! we'll be skipping a week so i can sail around france and spain thank u <3

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