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haven-sent · 2 years

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𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟷 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

NAME : stephanie “steph” gingrich

EYE COLOR : hazel

HAIR STYLE / COLOR : straight, shoulder length dark brown hair, experimented with a couple of different streaks of colour in high school.

HEIGHT : 5′7

CLOTHING STYLE : exclusively in jeans at all times. formal event? black jeans. during the summer she’s pretty much only wearing tank tops to show off those drummer arms (deceptively buff looking, she is weak af). every other time it’s graphic tees, raglans and band tees, usually with a flannel or oversized button up thrown over the top and then a hoodie on top of that for winter. converse, or combat boots if she wants to add a little height. she basically just settled into her grunge phase in high school and never left it. if you see her not wearing a beanie you have witnessed a rare, almost mythical, sight.

BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE : her smile. absolutely adorable and incredibly infectious. also i love arm.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟸 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

FEARS : getting close to people and them leaving her, losing loved ones, failing at her music career, ending up alone, disappointing her friends.

GUILTY PLEASURE : cheesy 90s pop, dancing when nobody’s watching, fruity cocktails, musicals

BIGGEST PET PEEVE : disorganization, being beaten at ANY game (she’s a very sore loser).

AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE : touring the world in a band.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟹 : 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP : coffee immediately needed to wake up, planning out what she wants to say on the radio that morning, if there’s a specific song on her brain that she wants to play.

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST : music - whether it’s a song she likes stuck in her head, or if she’s thinking about writing something. daydreaming about what she’d do if she made it big and had a steady career performing.

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED : her friends - the benefits of living in a small town is she gets to see and hang out with them pretty much every day and it always lets her go to sleep with a smile on her face.

WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS : if anyone ever asked she’d say her smokin’ hot looks - an easy way to deflect. what she actually thinks is probably her sense of humour - she finds herself funny and most people seem to as well. her actual best quality is her ability to listen to people and know what they need to push through something tough.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟺 : 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES : group - steph gets nervous around girls she actually likes and a group setting where she can pull focus from herself makes her way more comfortable.

TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED : to be loved, but she’s scared of having to give it in return without a safety net.

BEAUTY OR BRAINS : bit of both, but brains add to the hotness.

DOGS OR CATS : cats. canonically will literally risk getting mauled to pet a cat.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟻 : 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘…

LIE : not usually, unless it’s necessary (usually to help cover for someone else). if you ask it of her though be warned - her pokerface is terrible.

BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES : it varies. she knows she’s good at what she does, she knows she’s hot, she knows she’s funny. objectively she knows all of this but she always falters at believing that it’s enough.

BELIEVE IN LOVE : yes. she’s been in love before and believes she could fall in love again. she’s just hesitant.

WANT SOMEONE : yes. anyone.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟼 : 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑…

BEEN ON STAGE : quite a few times, she loves being on stage and performing in front of people.

CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN : not really. she’s never had the attitude of wanting to fit in with people who won’t like her for who she is and her interests. she doesn’t consider them worth her time. but she does suppress some elements of herself sometimes so as not to turn people off.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟽 : 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒.

FAVORITE COLOR : red or purple.

FAVORITE ANIMAL : cats. otters are also super cute.

FAVORITE BOOK : gideon the ninth.

FAVORITE GAME : dungeons and dragons

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟾 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄.

DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE : december 17th

HOW OLD WILL THEY BE : 29

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟿 : 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

I LOVE : soft guitar melodies, headbanging to old 80s metal when no one’s around.

I FEEL : i might never be good enough to get what i want.

I HIDE : what i need if it might interfere with what others want.

I MISS : my dad, arcadia bay, gabe.

I WISH : i could get back the people i’ve lost or left behind.

tagged by: @reivontulet tagging: i don’t know anyone here well enough yet to be tagging y’all out the blue but if you see this and want to do it please feel free

#badass dj? it's a no brainer | imagery #me looking at steph and i's clothing style: oh it's the same huh #this also sent me into a massive spiral on steph's true colours endgame choices like #i absolutely do think she's genuine when she says she doesn't care about seeing the world if it's not alongside alex #but it still breaks my heart a little that she's willing to give up her dream #something she went so back and forth on believing she was capable of achieving #that she already gave up once before when she didn't believe she could make it #because she doesn't want to lose alex #and she's not willing to make alex choose between their relationship and the other things alex needs to be happy #(and like the fear of losing your loved ones i feel is absolutely central to all the true colours characters)#(obvs everyone suffers the loss of gabe. ryan lost his mother pre-game. steph lost at least her mother in the storm - or chloe #gabe and alex desperate to reconnect after being torn from each other in the wake of losing their mother and being abandoned by their dad)#i absolutely believe steph would still be happy staying in haven because imo she does consider it home and would always come back anyway #but my girl my baby girl pls listen to your own advice #STOP THINKING ABOUT WHAT OTHER PEOPLE NEED AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU NEED #all this to say but yeah for the right person who steph can't live without? she drops everything for them even if it hurts #give me some prime angst material on that #doesn't even have to be romantic like she put off leaving haven because of gabe. because she loved him sm and he basically became her family #so anyway this is why i killed her dad because eh i see a muse with some fucked up attachment issues and think 'how can i make them worse'#long post #that's a lot of crying over steph for a friday lunch break

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seidenbros · 2 years

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I See Your True Colours Ch. 3

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Summary:“You know, it’s not just what we’ve been through together, seeing you there in your own blood… the demobat attacks…” Steve licked his lips, because his own scars would always remind him of that. “There were already nightmares before that. I dream about the Russians all the time, ‘cause I don’t even know how we made it out of there.” --- Spending the first night at home with the Hendersons - Eddie's and Wayne's ne home after the trailer had been destroyed - is different than anything Eddie had expected. Sitting around the dinner table with them made him feel so welcome, but he'd still afraid of the nightmares that will probably come back that night. And the there's Steve, who simply has to check up on Eddie, make sure that he is alright. But it's not just that, because Steve tells Eddie things, he hadn't talked about yet and one thing even Robin doesn't know. Pairing: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington - Steddie Word count: 3676 Warning/Tags: fluff, angst, canon divergence, everybody lives, nightmares,bisexual Steve Harrington, gay Eddie Munson, supportive Wayne Munson, end of and after S4, there was only one bed?, eating disorders, trauma, ptsd (let me know if I missed anything) Author’s note: Maybe, I'll make Sunday my day to update this fic, which gives me time to finish the last two chapters until I have to post them. Comments, critique and suggestions are always welcome 💚 Read on AO3 Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

The doctors were really happy with Eddie’s examinations. Everything looked good, but like they’d said before, he’d have to come back to get his bandages changed until he could take them off completely, which would probably be in a couple of days.

“I actually have someone who knows how to do that, who’d help me with that,” Eddie told them, remembering what Steve had told him. Wayne’s curious look made him elaborate on that. “Harrington has kinda the same injuries and he said he’d help.”

Eddie picked up on the smile on his uncle’s lips, the twinkle in his eyes. Oh, Eddie knew what he was thinking, but Eddie himself didn’t want to get his hopes up. They’d become friends after all, and friends helped each other, right? Sometimes, he felt like he was fourteen again and not a twenty-year-old.

They told him that it was okay, but if there were any problems, he needed to come back here. Hopefully, that wouldn’t happen, because even though he’d only been awake for what? Two days? He really didn’t want to come back that soon. His belongings were already packed so that he could get in the car with Wayne and go home. Well, his home for now, because they couldn’t keep living with Dustin and his Mum forever.

Seeing Hawkins as it was now for the first time was… heartbreaking. Even though he’d been treated like a criminal, like shit by so many people here, this town was still the only home he knew, and there were also a lot of people here that were dear to his heart. There was probably not a lot they could do about it, but his mind still started racing. At least until they reached the Henderson house.

Claudia was already waiting at the door for them, opening her arms to welcome Eddie with a hug, careful not to hurt him with all the wounds that were still healing.

“Welcome home, love!” A warm smile was levelled at him, and Eddie felta blush creep up his neck. This was not what he’d expected at all, after pretty much the whole town had been after him. But Wayne had told him how welcome they were here.

“Thank you,” he said with a shy smile before Dustin barged in and told Eddie to follow him, leaving the adults behind. He was always so full of energy, even with the cast on his leg, but he was just happy to have Eddie home, in their home.“We turned this into your room.” Dustin opened the door and let Eddie walk in first, but he stopped even before he was in the middle of the room. His stuff was here, some posters, his music, his guitar… They’d done a great job in making it Eddie’s room instead of just making it a room where he could stay.

“You’re incredible, Henderson.”

“Oh, that wasn’t just me. The others helped as well. Robin and Nancy took care of your clothes, Will arranged your music, Robin and Steve put up the posters and everything else.” Dustin smiled to himself, thinking back on that. All of them had needed something to do, to distract themselves. They’d helped get clothes and food to other people who’d lost their homes, but they’d also made this room as much Eddie’s as they’d been able to.

“You’re spoiling me…” He smiled, trying to swallow all the emotions down that were welling up.

“We just wanted you to have a place that feels like home.”

“And you certainly achieved that.” Eddie still had his back turned towards Dustin, and didn’t dare to look, because he knew that his emotions would get the best of him then. So instead, he walked up to his guitar. “Hello sweetheart…” He let his fingers glide over the strings. The last time he’d played her had been in the Upside Down, and that brought back memories. But then again, this wasn’t the same guitar, it had been a duplicate of the one he was holding right now, which made a difference for him.

“I’ll leave you two alone. Get some rest and I’ll get you for dinner, alright?”

“Sure… thanks Dustin.”

The moment he looked up at Dustin, both of them started smiling. This really meant a lot to Eddie, but Dustin also realised that it was a little overwhelming, a little too much, so he gave Eddie some time to adjust, to settle in. And Eddie definitely needed it. So much had happened for him in such a short time, that it was good to lay on top of his bed, his guitar next to him, and the sounds of people he loved from downstairs in his ears. Dustin’s laughter filled the air, leaving a blissful smile on Eddie’s lips. Yeah, this already felt like a home to him.

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Eddie sat up when he heard a knock on the door, surprised that Dustin had knocked at all. He was usually so intrusive, but Eddie still loved him. He never meant anything with it, he was just more than excited to have Eddie back in his life, to see him up and walking. Dustin cared for the people in his life, he just sometimes had a strange way of showing it, overstepping boundaries. Not today, though.

“Coming,” Eddie called out and got up from the bed. By now, he felt his injuries more than he’d felt them in the hospital, because the meds were wearing off, but it was okay. He knew that he’d looked a lot worse, and that a lot of healing had already happened, so he was okay to move around. His body quickly told him when it was too much.

When Eddie came down the stairs and approached the table, he was greeted by happy faces, but one of them caught his attention. Steve was sitting there, still in Eddie’s shirt, even though he’d gone home in the time being and could have changed into something else, but he hadn’t. Oh, Eddie didn’t want the shirt back, he enjoyed seeing it on Steve and that was the whole problem. Seeing Steve like this made his heart pick up its pace, and Eddie wasn’t sure whether he wanted that or not. It made him fall even harder for Steve Harrington, the guy he’d probably never have. Still, he remembered what Wayne had told him, that Steve had been by his side pretty much the whole time, and that had to mean something, right?

“I hope you’re hungry,” Claudia said to him, already loading up Eddie’s plate with the most delicious food. To be fair, to him probably everything smelled and looked delicious right now, but he was just so grateful to her, to Dustin, everyone.

“Starving,” Eddie said with a smile, before he sat down next to Steve.

Conversation flowed easily between the others, mainly Wayne and Claudia, while Dustin chipped in here and there. Eddie still had to get used to this situation, to a meal with so many people - yes, five weren’t exactly many, but for him it was, since it was usually just him, and sometimes Wayne and him, if they were home at the same time.

“You okay?” Eddie asked Steve quietly, after he’d pushed his food from one side of the plate to the other instead of eating it.

“Mh?” Steve looked up at Eddie, looking like he’d been caught doing something illegal which almost made Eddie chuckle. “Yeah, just not that hungry.”

“Now, why are you lying to me, Harrington?” While Eddie wasn’t sure if it was really a lie, he couldn’t imagine that Steve wasn’t hungry. He probably hadn’t had anything proper the whole day, and the food was just divine. Steve had spent so much time with Eddie at the hospital that he hadn’t eaten properly the whole time. Eddie had realised that Steve had lost weight, but in three weeks time, a lot could happen. “Tell you what… I’ll finish my plate if you eat up. Otherwise I’m stopping right now.” Yes, Eddie was still hungry, but he figured it was the only way to get Steve to eat.

It looked like Steve wanted to protest, but then he simply nodded and got back to eating. For the rest of the meal, he didn’t look at Eddie, focused on his food instead, and managed to eat up. Eddie was proud of him, though he didn’t say it out loud.

They avoided talking about what had happened, they simply enjoyed the evening, talking over dinner, and Eddie felt himself relax in the presence of the people who loved him. Once they were finished, Eddie wanted to help clean the table, but Claudia told him that she would do that with Wayne, that the kids should just watch a movie or something. And they did. At least they tried to, but Eddie’s eyes landed on Wayne and Claudia in the kitchen. He picked up on the way Wayne looked at her, the way his lips curled up into a smile whenever she looked up at him. Maybe, they’d bonded even more over this whole situation than they’d like to admit.

“Come on, Eddie, you need to watch this!” Dustin drew his attention back to the living room where they’d already started the movie. While Dustin was hogging the armchair, there was only room left for him on the sofa, right next to Steve. Normally, he didn’t mind, and didn't shy away from body contact, but with Steve, with what he felt for Harrington, it would be difficult for Eddie to concentrate.

He wasn’t the only one. Steve felt his skin tingle the moment Eddie sat down next to him and their arms brushed up against each other. They’d held hands the night before, Steve had fallen asleep with his head on Eddie’s thigh, so this shouldn’t be a problem. It wouldn’t be if Steve hadn’t fallen asleep with a goofy smile on his lips the night before and woken up only to have his heart stutter at the sight of Eddie. He knew what this was, knew what was happening, but it felt so strange, because so far, he’d only been with girls. That he was feeling this way towards Eddie was… new, and he had no idea what to make of it, whether he wanted to pursue it or not. But the fact remained, that he felt calmer in Eddie’s presence, so he dreaded the following night, where he wouldn’t be able to sit by Eddie’s bed and watch over him, until he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore.

They made it through the movie, and Eddie even managed to enjoy himself, but he was still more than aware of Steve right next to him. Steve, who stood up as soon as the movie was over, and looked back at the other two.

“I should probably get going so that you can get some rest.” He’d been here long enough already, and Eddie should get as much rest as he could.

“Your parents home?” Dustin knew about the nightmares, because he’d pestered Steve so long until he’d confided in Dustin. In addition, he knew that Steve had spent a lot of time with Eddie, by his side to watch over him.

“I don’t think so.” They hadn’t been home much, and even if they were, they didn’t pay a lot of attention to him. Steve was all grown up after all, so he could take care of himself, right? Right. But after all the trauma he’d experienced, not only lately, but in the last couple of years, even he needed someone to just hold him for a moment. His parents weren’t those people, but he’d found comfort among his friends and even Wayne and Claudia. Claudia who’d picked up on the fact that Steve’s hearing wasn’t the best anymore. Yes, he’d realised that as well, but he’d simply pushed it aside.

“Why don’t you stay here? You can sleep in the guest room down the hall.” It wasn’t the first time Dustin had offered him that opportunity, and not the first time he would stay here. But this time, he agreed without Dustin having to talk him into it.

“Yeah, alright. Thanks.”

While Claudia and Wayne stayed in the kitchen, chatting probably halfway into the night, the other three went to their respective rooms, though Dustin immediately took out his walkie talkie to fill at least Lucas, Will and Mike in on what was happening, and when Mike knew, he’d tell El as well. Yes, he’d told them that Eddie was back home, and they were allowed to visit the next day, but for today… Eddie really needed his rest.

Eddie felt it, felt the weariness take over his body as soon as he was in his room. He stripped out of his jeans, pulled up his shirt and stepped in front of the mirror. Most of his injuries were covered by the bandages, but not the ones on his jaw and neck. He’d seen them before, but now he had the chance to examine them. They’d heal over time, leaving scars behind. But he was here, he was alive, and that’s what counted, right?

Eddie dropped the hem of his shirt again and walked over to the bed, switched the big light for the bedside lamp so that it wasn’t that bright anymore. He wasn’t sure whether or not he’d be able to stay here in complete darkness, but he didn’t want to find out right now, so the light stayed on. And even though he was tired, he wasn’t able to fall asleep, so he reached for the book next to his bed. His necklace marked the page where Steve had stopped reading to him. Eddie couldn’t help but smile. The book landed on the bed face down so that he wouldn’t lose the page - though he’d be able to pick up wherever he wanted, because he knew the books so well, not really sure how often he’d read them - and put his necklace on. He’d been without it long enough, and he’d wondered where it had gotten to, but Steve had taken care of it.

When he heard a knock at the door, even before he’d picked up the book again, his head whipped around. Probably Dustin, who wanted to check up on him, but when he said come in none other than Steve Harrington walked in his room. He’d also taken off his jeans, was now dressed in his boxers and the Iron Maiden shirt he didn’t want to take off.

“Harrington? You alright?” Eddie sat up in his bed, a crease appearing on his forehead as he looked at Steve still lurking near the door.

“Yeah, I just…” Steve rubbed a hand over the nape of his neck, before he let out a sigh. “Needed to make sure that you’re alright.” He sounded defeated and he knew it, but he wasn’t here to tell Eddie some lies, tell him that he wanted to borrow a book or something, even though he’d gotten used to reading a little before bed. But he needed this, needed to know that Eddie was well and alive and awake.

“Yeah, Wayne told me that you stayed a couple of nights.”

“A couple…” Steve had to smile at that. “Pretty much every night.”

While Eddie knew that Steve had stayed with him, had read to him, he hadn’t known up until now just how often, how long Steve had stayed. It caught him by surprise, but it also made his heart swell at the thought of Steve watching over him. Last night, he’d experienced it consciously, and he’d slept a lot better with Steve around.

“Come on, sit!” Eddie pulled up his feet to sit cross-legged on top of the bed, to make some room for Steve, because he really didn’t have to stay by the door.

Steve hesitated just for a moment, but then he stepped closer and flopped down on the bed, leaning his back against the wall. Eddie wanted to ask, wanted to know what was going on inside that pretty head, but he also didn’t want to push Steve.

“I think I always had to make sure that you were really there, that you were breathing and not just…” He threw his hands up with a sigh, before he dropped them into his lap again. “Just vanish or stop breathing.”

Eddie watched him intently, saw the fear in his eyes when Steve glanced at him just for a second.

“We thought you were dead down there.” Steve shook his head, taking a deep breath.

“But you saved me, and for that I’ll always be grateful.” Eddie reached out his hand to take one of Steve’s in his. The simple hand-holding was enough to calm Steve down a bit, his breathing evening out.

“It’s the nightmares, right?” Eddie asked now, still holding Steve’s hand, feeling him tense up a little, so he did what he’d done before and rubbed his thumb in circles over the back of Steve’s hand. “You mentioned yesterday that you have them as well.”

“Right.” Yes, Steve remembered. He remembered everything that had happened the night before. The way he’d held Eddie after he’d woken up, the way their hands had fit perfectly together - just like they did now - when he’d read to Eddie, and how he’d fallen asleep like this.

“You know, it’s not just what we’ve been through together, seeing you there in your own blood… the demobat attacks…” Steve licked his lips, because his own scars would always remind him of that. “There were already nightmares before that. I dream about the Russians all the time, ‘cause I don’t even know how we made it out of there.”

“Russians?” They’d mentioned something, Eddie remembered, but so far, there hadn’t been time for them to tell him the whole story.

“Dustin overheard a Russian radio message and we figured it out. Turns out they were operating beneath the Starcourt Mall, and me and Robin were captured by them… tortured because they wanted information.” Steve shook his head at the memory. He still had scars from that incident, and the blows to his head had messed with his hearing. “Since then I think I can’t hear properly in my left ear.”

“Fuck, Stevie,” Eddie said with a sigh, glad that Steve was opening up to him. It was such an intimate moment, so full of buried emotions, that he didn’t want to push Steve any further. If he wanted to keep talking, he’d be here to listen, but right now, he just wanted to scoop Steve up and take care of him for a change.

“It’s just… a lot.”

“That’s an understatement.” Eddie had heard from Dustin that Steve had been pretty much involved since the start of this whole… mess. That he’d been there since the girl with the superpowers had arrived, and there was probably a lot more that Eddie hadn’t heard so far. “No wonder you have nightmares.”

“Most of them are about not being able to save the people I love.” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose with the hand that wasn’t held by Eddie. He was exhausted, completely worn-out, and that brought the headache on.

“Come on… you watched over me last night, so let me return the favour.”

“You really don’t have to!” Though just the thought of it warmed Steve’s heart, because that meant that he’d be able to stay in Eddie’s presence.

“I could read the Lord of the Rings to you, pick up where we left off last night.”

“Only if you tell me right now that Pippin gets home safe!” Peregrine Took had won his heart straight away, maybe because he reminded him of Dustin sometimes, so he had to be sure that nothing would happen to the fool of a Took.

“I don’t want to spoil the story, Steve,” Eddie said with a teasing smile, but then he nodded. “Yeah, nothing happens to him.”

“Good, because otherwise I would have to burn all these books.” There was finally a small smile playing on Steve’s lips, which was quickly followed by a yawn. When he wanted to get up from the bed to find a chair to sit and fall asleep in, Eddie stopped him.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Steve simply pointed at the armchair that was standing in one corner.

“Oh no, definitely not.” Eddie shook his head and moved to the edge of the bed. “It’s not a huge bed, but there’s still room for both of us. I won’t let you sleep in a chair for another night. Lie down and get comfortable.”

Steve hesitated for a moment, but he could already feel the pain in his back, when he looked at the chair. He stretched his body out between Eddie and the wall and sighed. While being so close to Eddie made his heart beat faster, it also made him feel all warm and fuzzy - and relaxed. To take the book in his hands, Eddie had to let go of Steve’s hand, but that was alright now.

“I’m here, alright?” Eddie saw Steve’s lips curl up into a smile upon his words, which made himself smile in turn. He opened the book to the last page he remembered Steve reading to him and picked up where they’d left off the night before.

“The Lord Faramir was walking alone in the garden of the Houses of Healing, and the sunlight warmed him, and he felt life run new in his veins.” Eddie cast a look at Steve, who was breathing evenly, eyes closed. He turned towards Eddie, lying on his side now. He looked so content that it made Eddie smile. He kept on reading until he was sure that Steve was fast asleep, then he turned off the light and stretched out next to Eddie, falling into a deep sleep himself, and the both slept through the night, no nightmares to be found anywhere.

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blackvahana · 23 days

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I really do just need to get over the fact that my stuff is going to drive people mad

I had to actively stop working with the DAY because the wide open reality of being the Dreamer being incarnated into like millions of people at once, incompréhensible unimportant and yet all important, was like... its not good for navigating reality. It's still at the back of my brain where I've had that experience and... I mean for some reason it's more unsettling than nondualist Shaivism stuff is. All Are One Being is somehow more normal than Dreamer stuff but anyway

That was like... the one time I really scared Hermes when I woke him up as DAY and you know I think that's fair first of all and second of all... indicative that if I can scare gods then my existence is just going to scare people who aren't gods nor on the path to godhood

Anyway. These creatures definitely have been trying to tell me they're moving towards Dreamer things. Should've known! Should've seen it coming with Lev throwing Kos back at me but I don't associate bb Dream stuff with what I call Dream stuff irl, I associate bb Dream stuff with nondualist Shaivism-esque stuff... Anyway. Guess I now associate the two

Because. really. they're feeding on impulses... I hope that they'll be gentle. I hope that they won't be as raw and rip-tide-esque as the Tree of Madness and my usual Madness energy but I don't... think they're very Madness heavy actually. They're. very quietly something else in an obvious way. probably Day lmfao. yeah. They are aren't they

#This is... So complicated. The Dreamer stuff I mean. There is no way to translate it properly to a Dreaming language but #The Day archetype through Lev as the Day Sky God is heavily about dreaming and obscurement of the truth of the seld #and masses as one being and the insignificance of this reality as illusory and so on. It's not a paradigm in the way of something in your #head but something that... when you experience it you move to an alternate concurrent reality and existence #Both All Are Individual And Real and All Is Archetypes Incarnating As Many People are true #But then.... Lev and I get into Archetypes as Archetypes instead of as people. We inhabit the inhabiting int he inhabiting #Which causes the chain reaction of eyes moving into eyes moving outside of the original eyes. We force ourselves into alternate views #Like someone watches themselves in first person in the astral... We watch ourselves form ourselves. Pass the head of the god to the body #But. This is the Day. The Day knows it's illusory and is just a play of the Sun who is one of millions of stars and therefore is in million #of places at once and is afloat in nothingness.... The Day knows it's reflections upon reflections it's the arising of colour #from nothingness it's reality coming to be through the projections of millions of molecules.......#It's one truth. It even knows it's not the only truth. The DAY posed the question of whether I wanted to see through it or go back to Dream #Both were valid and I went back to Dreaming. The dream dreams the Dreamers just as they dream it. Anyway! These are...#Not going to pull on what I experienced but they're definitely going to do something Day-esque and... The day....#As much as I branch out into all aspects of the sky I Am The Day.#ramblings //#Aspect: day //#astral creation //#mira //

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tw: mentions of roofies, murder, then smut:)

cbf!simon would absolutely kill for you.

cbf!simon has always been your partner in crime.

even in your youth, back when he was built like a daffodil, he was always by your side. kept you safe from the mean girls at school, always got in trouble for throwing hands at boys who made crass comments at you and the like. then he'd left his butcher job to join the military. "I gotta learn how to keep you safe, love. i'll always come back to ya."

and he had. he returned to you almost four times his size; he left a boy and came back a man. down to your very bones, you knew that he would always keep you safe.

which is why he was the first person you called when the guy next to you at the bar roofied your drink. the beer fizzed irregularly and had an almost milky colour even though it was an ipa.

the idiot had dared to smile at you, an oily, crooked grin with yellow teeth, and lifted his own glass to toast with you.

you bolted out of your seat in seconds, heading straight to the ladies' room, and dialed.

he answered on the second ring.

"please come get me." you hadn't meant to sound as terrified as you felt.

"be there in 5," then hung up.

he lived 15 minutes away from the dingy bar.

true to his word, he was there in 5, texting where you were at.

inside the ladies bathroom.

he let himself in, put his jacket around your quivering shoulders, and with a strong, comforting arm, guided you toward the exit and into his truck. simon remained silent as he sat you in the passenger seat, gently pulling the seatbelt over your chest, clicking it into place.

he stood next to you, his hands resting on your jean-clad thighs, waiting patiently for you to explain.

your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you sort out your thoughts. you no longer felt afraid, that much was certain. simon has always been your pillar of strength. there was nothing to fear with him at your side.

so why do your hands continue to tremble? digging deeper, you realize that you're angry. no.

furious.

some imbecile thought he'd take advantage of you. if you'd been any more drunk, you would have been a victim— wound up lifeless in a dirty ditch.

you burned with fury, your blood boiling under your skin. how dare he? how dare he?

simon softly touches your tightly clenched hands, coaxing your fingers to unfurl.

everything pulls hard to port when your eyes land on his disfigured knuckles— scarred by battle. you've never liked what simon did for a living. he just fought and killed people that some higher-up told him were the bad guys.

in war, there is no good or bad side. the field is too soaked in blood for anyone to recognize where the line is if there even was one to begin with.

until now. just this once, you couldn't be more grateful that simon possesses the skills he does.

you make your decision. "there was a guy in there. green hat, ugly brown jacket with yellow, crooked teeth. he drugged my beer, then toasted me so i would drink it."

his hands tighten around yours marginally. "and now i'm here, safe, with you. but he's still in there, with potentially a pocket full of pills, on the lookout for his next victim. how am i supposed to sleep tonight, knowing that if someone goes missing tonight, the blood will be on my hands?"

you cut your eyes to his dark, hardened ones, and the words tumble out of your mouth with surprising ease.

"there's trash in there that needs throwing out, simon."

nothing but a wretched mongrel that needs to be put down.

simon's nod is subtle, but it's there. you exhale a shuddering breath, heart slamming against your ribcage.

he's a gun in your hand, and you've just pulled the trigger.

simon hands you the keys to the truck. "are you sober enough to drive home?" he quietly asks.

hard to keep a buzz when you almost became a victim of—

"yes."

he's opening the glove compartment, taking out his skeleton gloves, and a tac knife that he tucks inside the waistband of his jeans.

"go home. i'll see ya in a bit." his voice is flat, lifeless.

simon closes the door and raps his knuckles on the hood of the truck before heading inside.

and so the elephant marches to war.

it's well past midnight when he crawls in through your window. one moment his boots are on the windowsill, the next he's pinning you onto your mattress, hips flush against yours.

his chilly, clean hands lift the hem of your loose shirt, dimpling the soft skin that his fingers dig into— his bare lips grazing the shell of your ear.

"he is no longer a problem."

he grinds his clothed erection against the flimsy fabric of your sleeping shorts.

"you did the right thing by telling me what he did."

simon trails a path of open-mouthed kisses from your ear down to your mouth, licking your bottom lip.

"nothing gets me harder than when my girl looks at me to keep her safe."

your breath hitches when a hand begins to move south, lifting the waistband of your bottoms and sliding his fingers over your slick pussy. "it seems you like it too. does it turn you on, ordering me around like a dog? i bark at your command, pet."

one finger sinks into your wet heat, his groan drowning out your own.

"you like having this much power over me? how easily i bend to your will?" he croons.

there are two fingers in you now, so much thicker than your own, and the way they curl and drag along your nerves has your toes tingling. he takes you to the precipice at frightening speed— the expert hands that kill without remorse are the same ones that are bringing you your pleasure.

he thrusts his fingers into you with an obscene squelch and a thumb circles your slippery clit.

"i'd burn the world to ashes if you asked it of me."

the coil in your stomach is tight, your body tense in anticipation.

"so... would you? would you ask me to bring the world to its very knees?"

the answer sits on the tip of your tongue when you climax around his fingers, walls pulsing rhythmically, arousal dripping from his knuckles.

later will be a good time to reflect on how you don't feel even remotely guilty for what's been done.

for now, you focus on how good simon feels as he slowly sinks into you, splitting you wide open with his heavy cock.

simon finds no pills in the guy's pockets. no baggie, no bottle.

nothing.

shame that his little love has declared the guy's life forfeit.

your wish is his command.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley #cbf!simon #cod smut #cod

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𝝑𝝔 an: taking a lil break from writing requests but the inbox is still open, all the information about requesting is here!! do whatever you want hehe, i will come back here a little later, i need to study, bye now!! love you all <33

cool boyfriend sukuna usually doesn’t care what you wear, content with the clothes you choose — normally something bleak and not eye catching at all. but when he asks if you own skirts and you say ‘no’ he feels like it’s his duty to buy you one.

(he just really wants you to dress up in something he buys you and maybe be a little perverted about it. but he’ll try to keep to himself, he said as he imagined your pretty figure in something short and skimpy.)

which takes you both to this moment here;

“i feel silly, ryo!”

“maybe if you’d get out of the damn bathroom i’d see what’s the deal with that.” he shouts impatiently from your room, and you’re sure that he’s rolling his eyes as usual.

you whine at his words, covering your face with your hands before you look at yourself in the mirror one more time and peek your head out of the bathroom. sukuna’s laying on your bed like it’s his own, legs spread out comfortably, one arms under his head while the other holds his phone above his disinterested face.

“sukuna?” you call out meekly, his head immediately turning in your direction. he throws his phone away and sits up against your headboard.

“come out and gimme a show, loser,” he smirks at you, one finger luring you in.

you sigh heavily and come out shyly, staring down at your feet. the feeling of the fabric clinging to your skin is a bit foreign; just like the skirt, the frilly hem of it barely touching the middle of your thighs. the matching top isn’t better, sitting just a bit higher than the waistband of the skirt.

sukuna’s silence makes you want to hide under your bed, but that’s not the best option so you opt to head back into the bathroom, too self-conscious to look at your boyfriend. he doesn’t let you though, fingers closing around your wrist to stop you.

sukuna, on the other hand, looks at you like you’re dream come true, his eyes a bit wide and mouth slightly hanging open. he steps away, turning from side to side to get a better look at your pretty figure, taking in the way the skirt and top reveal your skin and the pink that matches the colour of his hair suits you so perfectly.

“‘kuna~” you whine, covering your face in embarrassment, but sukuna is quick to pry your hands away, the wide grin on his face making you feel all warm inside.

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he smoothes back the hair out of your face, unable to resist the softness of your expression as he places a couple of kisses on your pink lips.

“i am?”

“the prettiest.” the scream you let out is, thankfully, internal. “gimme a twirl now.”

you giggle quietly, obeying his words and spinning around bashfully as he chuckles along with you.

“‘m gonna buy you a closet full of skirts and dresses.”

you’re pretty sure your face is going to melt from how much it heats up, his words having too much of an effect on you. you whine his name again, leaning your head against his shoulder and the smile on your face is so wide that sukuna feels it against his skin, putting his hand on top of your head lovingly.

#— miya writes!#loser gf is me #i am loser gf #sukuna x you #sukuna ryomen x you #sukuna ryomen x reader #jjk sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #cool bf sukuna x loser gf reader

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prettieinpink · 6 months

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HAVING AN INTENTIONAL ROOM

Your room is the most important place in your life. You sleep, wake up, heal and experience many emotions just in your room. You have to take care of your room, so it is spiritually the ideal place to grow into the best version of yourself.

KEEPING YOUR ROOM CLEAN

Keeping your room free of mess is an act of mindfulness and self-discipline that supports your overall journey and connects you with your higher self. It helps with promoting clarity, and cultivating inner balance and is an everyday self-care ritual.

Make your bed every day. You have to respect the place in which you sleep and heal.

Hang up clean clothes after the day or put any dirty clothes in your laundry hamper, avoid tossing them on the floor.

Find a place for everything, and know where everything is. If you do not know where each thing in your room is located, you either have too much clutter or you’re disorganised.

Tidy up your room daily, neatly putting everything away in its place. If needed, buy a few organisers.

Don’t leave rubbish for extended periods. Treat your room like a temple, don’t disrespect it, and pick up after yourself.

Try to avoid eating meals in your bedroom. We forget the dirty dishes over time, and it stinks and attracts unwanted bugs.

Change bed sheets regularly. Once a week at the most, for more hygienic reasons though.

Remove unwanted items on your bedside table. Keep it minimal and intentional with anything you want to place on it.

Regularly clean up the dust in your room, using a duster or a damp microfiber cloth on all of the surfaces.

ENCOURAGING GROWTH IN YOUR LIFE

A room designed to encourage inner growth serves as a physical reminder of your commitment to self-improvement, personal development, and overall well-being. It creates an environment helpful to improvement, self-reflection, and positive change.

Keep specific areas of your room designated to one task in your life. For me, my desk is for productivity, my bed is for resting or relaxing and my bedroom floor is for mindful activities.

Throw away any items that do not serve a purpose to you anymore. Avoid keeping items that bring you painful or harmful memories.

Minimise the presence of technology in your room. I suggest having zones in your room which is device-free or having a time of day in which devices are not allowed in your room.

Create a vision board poster in your room that you can see every day, which helps to visualise and motivate you to create your dream life.

Place meaningful quotes, affirmations, mantras or prayers as reminders of the values, mindsets or intentions you wish to cultivate in your life.

Display personal achievements. If you won any awards or certificates, place them in a way in which you can view them every day. If you have done something in your life that you think is an achievement but have no award to display, just simply create your own. Buy some balsawood and glue it together to create your own medal.

Place items that align with the habits or routines you want to cultivate in your life so that they are easily accessible. Put a workout mat in the corner, always have your journal on your desk or have a cold water bottle ready to go when you wake up.

3. DECORATING YOUR ROOM TO REFLECT YOU

Decorating your room in a way that reflects your true self brings a sense of authenticity and comfort. It creates a nurturing environment that allows for self-expression, reflection, and personal growth which ultimately contributes to your journey of inner development.

Make a mood board or vision board of how you would want your room to look, how it supports you and how it makes you feel. Choose a colour scheme in this process as well.

Add candles or incense that you think embodies who you are, or who you want to be. For example, if I want to be a cleaner person, I would choose a candle that smells like fresh linen.

Put up posters of things that you like, people who you look up to or anything that expresses who you are.

Add a canopy to your bed while you sleep. So cute, and I believe it helps protect you from any unwanted energy entering through you while you sleep.

Add a rug, even if you already have carpet, to enhance the cozy ambience of the room.

An ottoman at the end of the bed can elevate your room to look more expensive, if needed, it can also be an organiser for your extra things.

Put life in your room, adding low-maintenance plants or flowers can liven it up. A little extra, research some plants or flowers meaning’s and pick one that resonates with you.

Display any of your favourite jewellery, bags, clothing pieces, or make-up around your room. A nice way to appreciate what you have, without actually using them.

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svartalfhild · 8 months

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Elf Lore in the Forgotten Realms for BG3 Players who are Unfamiliar

I've been seeing some...uninformed takes lately about certain elf characters from BG3, so let me just throw some stuff out there for y'all to consider.

Elves in FR live to be about 750.

They physically mature at roughly the same rate as humans i.e. 18-20.

Culturally, elves don't consider other elves emotionally mature i.e. adults until the age of 100, at which point they may choose an adult name to go by.

What does this mean, logically? Well, consider their very long lifespan. If you are going to live 750 years, your perspective on wisdom is going to be quite different from a human's. While 60 years might be plenty mature for a human, for an elf, that means you still haven't had enough time to watch all of your shorter lived friends pass, which I imagine is something of an emotional milestone for elves.

Halsin is 350. This means he's just hitting middle-age.

Astarion is 239 (Idle Champions claims he's 350, but I call bullshit because his birth and death dates are literally in BG3 and also IC frequently gives the characters bullshit ages, like they say Jaheira is 36, which couldn't have been true even during BG1). He died at 39, which is quite young, but he had the same emotional maturity as a human 39 year old at the time, so he's not Like That because he's undeveloped. He's Like That because he's a snapshot of a privileged young nobleman who then spent 200 years being used and abused by the worst sort of person imaginable. He wasn't a full adult by elven standards, though, and I'm sure there's lots of elven rites of passage he didn't get to experience because he was dead.

BG3 does not mechanically distinguish between sun elves and moon elves and simply puts them all under the high elf umbrella, but they are very much a thing in the lore and have distinct appearances, cultures, and histories.

Moon elves tend to have black, blue, or silver-white hair and have pale skin, sometimes with a bluish hue. Their eyes are usually blue or green, sometimes with gold flecks.

Sun elves tend to have blond, black, or red hair and brown skin tones. Their eyes are usually green, gold, black, copper, silver, or hazel.

Based on his appearance, Astarion is probably a moon elf, and it's likely his original eye colour was either blue or green.

There are many other types of elves than those that are playable in the BG3, such as sea elves, winged elves, star elves, wild elves, and lythari.

It's possible that Shadowheart's father is lythari, because lythari are lycanthropic elves.

#Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 #Forgotten Realms #Astarion #Halsin #BG3 spoilers

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fastandcarlos · 12 days

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Family Affair ~ Max Verstappen

Summary: it’s a family affair at the singapore grand prix as the entire verstappen family come to cheer max on

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maxverstappen1: well aren’t I just the luckiest dad/husband in the world 🩷

username1: we love when the verstappens all show up

username2: I can’t deal with how cute you all are

charles_leclerc: yesssssss!! leo can’t wait for all the pup cuddles this weekend

ynusername: nvm the kids, all the cuddles will come from me

danielricciardo: it’s been too long, can’t wait for the fam to reunite

maxverstappen1: @/danielricciardo you do know you’re not actually family…don’t you?

danielricciardo: @/maxverstappen1 can you stop ruining my dreams please and thank you

redbullracing: we’re preparing ourselves for all the chaos 🤯

username3: watch max be exhausted before even getting in the car dealing with the kids and y/n

username4: cannot wait for the verstappen spam all weekend 😍

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maxverstappen1: project verstappen junior is well underway, checkout y/s/n learning the ropes during practice this morning 🏁

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schecoperez: when I’m next in need of a new engineer I’ll be sure to give y/s/n a call!

ynusername: @/schechoperez he would absolutely love to work for uncle checo ❤️

username4: just when we all thought these kids could not get any cuter, max posts this

username5: it’s the baby uniform for me 😅

oscarpiastri: y/s/n already looks like he does a better job than anyone at mclaren

mclaren: @/oscarpiastri we’ll pretend we didn’t hear that

ynusername: I’m never gonna be able to escape f1 am I??

username6: max must be the proudest parent seeing his son so in love with what he does

pierregasly: little guy is looking good in blue max!!

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redbullracing: when all the verstappens are wearing blue, it only means one thing 🏆🏁

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maxverstappen1: another big push this weekend team, with my favourite mascots I’m sure p1 has my name all over it

username7: petition for team verstappen to come and cheerlead for me instead

username8: asking for a friend…can your ovaries burst just from a photo?

ynusername: team max! (and @/schechoperez 🎉)

username9: if anyone was wondering where all the good genes went…look no further

username10: pls tell me that is max’s helmet that y/d/n is wearing, it’s drowning her 😭

ynusername: @/username10 don’t worry, it is, she insists on trying it on when max finishes it, the stench is gross

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername excuse me, I always smell a million dollars

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maxverstappen1: on pole for tomorrow, job done for another day, now to rest up and relax for tomorrow. not sure how possible that will be with the kids, the pink bow was a new low 🥺🩷

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estebanocon: mate the bow should stay…really brings out the colour in your eyes

georgerussell63: sorry max, I’m never going to be able to take you seriously again

ynusername: damn love, y/d/n really has got you wrapped around her little finger 😂

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername what can I say? she really is a daddy’s girl 😊

username11: look at his smile, that’s a true proud dad smile going on there

username12: I swear max you have never looked better 😍

carlossainz55: almost at smooth operator level there max!!

maxverstappen1: @/carlossainz55 from you sir I will take that as a complete

pierregasly: that reminds me, I really must update your photo contact on my phone

fernandoalo_oficial: you lose all street cred the moment you become a dad I’m afraid max

username13: not all the drivers finally taking revenge and getting back at max 😂😂

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ynusername: the three stages of race week with children. 1) run around with loads of energy. 2) begin to tire but remind yourself how cute your children are when they give you cute notes. 3) completely collapse after the race when you realise your children have tired you out before the lights even went out. sorry bub, but remember we love you dearly 🩷🩷🩷🩷

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maxverstappen1: I’ll be good as new for tomorrow, spending time with you guys will always be my priority. I love you all so much more 🥺❤️

landonorris: I remember the days when max used to write me cute notes like that 😭

danielricciardo: @/landonorris and the days when he used to play tag with me around the paddock too

landonorris: @/danielricciardo he’s abandoned us now for the kids…my heart is broken

yukitsunoda0511: that looks like a man trying to get five minutes peace from his kids on the right 😂

maxverstappen1: @/yukitsunoda0511 guilty as charged

username13: just when I think we possibly couldn’t get anymore cute dad max photos for the weekend, we end up getting more

username14: you just know that max absolutely dotes on his two angels

oscarpiastri: petition for the two of you to adopt me, I want to be part of all this fun too 🥺

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maxverstappen1: singapore p1 🏁🎉 couldn’t have done it without my incredible team cheering me on, having them beside me constantly reminds me of the sacrifices they all make. y/n, y/s/n, y/d/n, you guys are the best. thanks for all the support team, now to soak up all the daddy cuddles before the next one 🔥

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ynusername: words cannot begin to express how proud we are of you!! nights like this simply don’t get better my love 🤩

redbullracing: congratulations on a great week of racing max, enjoy the time with your family now

username15: poor y/d/n looks so exhausted, it must be hard work cheering for daddy

landonorris: are those daddy cuddles just from y/s/n and y/d/n????

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris what exactly are you implying?

landonorris: @/maxverstappen1 🫢🫢🫢🫢

charles_leclerc: congrats on a great week max, an honour to share the podium with you again

lance_stroll: lovely to finally meet all the family my man, enjoy the rest and recovery with your little ones

username16: are we all just going to pretend like we don’t know what lando is hinting at back there?

username17: max screams daddy material…literally 😅

georgerussell63: we couldn’t not let you win this one…we just didn’t wanna upset the kids 😂

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ynusername: husband, father, grand prix winner, is there anything that this man can’t do? we are so proud of you max, every time I think you can’t achieve more, you go and prove me wrong. thank you for the best weekend with our little team ❤️🔥

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carlossainz55: he’s yet to beat me at fifa…that’s something he can’t do 😂

logansargeant: I swear you guys are the ultimate goals, if anyone asks, this is how I want my future to look!!

maxverstappen1: thank you for cheering me on, I hope you guys know that I do all of this for you 🥺

ynusername: @/maxverstappen1 ofc we do, and once again you’ve reminded our children that hard work really does pay off

danielricciardo: I remember the days when he used to hug me like that 😭

ynusername: @/danielricciardo MOVE ON AND LET IT GO 😂😂😂

username18: he’s lucky to have someone as amazing as you in his corner y/n

username19: pls tell me this is the last post this weekend, my heart can’t take anymore adorableness 💔

landonorris: go team verstappen!! (I’m secretly rooting for you guys!)

redbullracing: remember y/n you’re always welcome in the paddock, we’ve loved having you, y/d/n and our future world champion y/s/n with us this weekend 😊

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I hope you enjoyed this little smau, any feedback or requests would be gratefully received 🥺🥺🥺

#f1 #f1 imagine #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #formula 1 x you #formula 1 social media #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula one #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #f1 smau #formula 1 smau

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fangswbenefits · 11 months

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Obsession

Summary: Miguel tries to convince himself that his obsession with you was justified, but fails miserably as you spend the night over.

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

18+. Miguel POV. Obsessed and jealous Miguel. Inexperienced reader. Breeding kink. Sexual tension and frustration. Reader has nipple piercings.

Previous parts: 1 & 2 (you may enjoy this one separately, but might miss out on some context)

Miguel tried to convince himself that adding a mic to your digital suit was purely for safety purposes.

He really did try.

But he couldn’t keep from listening in when you first wore it on your way to the spider cafeteria.

He had just briefed a squad and was monitoring Nueva York through a multitude of hovering screens, as he stood on his platform.

Tapping quickly on the flickering surface, he was able to zoom in on you through the ceiling cameras.

You looked absolutely breathtaking.

The suit fit you like a glove and left little to the imagination. He was proud of his work. You deserved wearing something of his for everyone to see.

He saw you approaching a nearby table, taking a seat. In front of you were Jessica Drew and Peter B. Parker with Mayday who greeted you with warm smiles.

The sound of your voice echoed through the walls around him, as you extended your arms.

“Mayday! Baby! It’s so good to see you!”

The little girl broke into a giggle and began wriggling forward on Peter’s lap to reach you.

You promptly took her in your arms. “Did you miss me? Did you?” your voice was slight high-pitched and you wiggled your fingers, tickling her. “Oh, I have a present for her.”

“Really? That’s so nice of you,” Peter beamed.

“I don’t have it here, but I think she’ll love it,” you said, patting Mayday’s back lightly, earning a genuine hug from her.

Miguel felt his heart clench violently.

You were a natural with kids.

You were just too good to be true and he felt his hands clench tightly.

Would he ever be able to have you? To make you yearn for him? To breed you? To have children with you?

“Wait, is that a… digital suit?” Jessica’s voice cracked through the mic.

You had your back turned to him, so he couldn’t see your face, but he felt the warmth in your voice as you spoke, “It sure is!”

He groaned lowly.

There you were… his sweet girl.

“Who gave it to you?”

“Miguel,” you said with that tenderness he had grown to adore.

He could easily get addicted to you saying his name, and he could only hope that, one day, he might hear it a much more compelling setting.

“Miguel… O’Hara?”

You nodded.

From the screen he could see her exchanging looks with Peter.

“It looks really cool!” Peter smiled enthusiastically, inspecting your sleeves. “Wish he’d offer me one, too.”

Jessica chuckled. “Well, I’ve been here with him for months and he’s never given me one.”

Jessica…

It was to be expected. She was no fool. He had scouted her precisely because she was anything but that.

You had been recruited only three weeks ago, but the hold you had on him was tight. He had never felt this way before with someone else.

You straightened in your seat, as Mayday nibbled on your thumb. “Wait… do you think I should give it back?”

Miguel felt his heart jumpstart and panic build inside him.

“No — no! Jessica,” Perer shot her a glare who merely shrugged, before offering you a kind smile. “It looks great on you. Did you pick the colours?”

“Yes! I’m really happy with the final result,” you said, helping Mayday sit at the edge of the table, as you secured her with both hands. “It was his way of showing gratitute.”

Jessica snapped her fingers after taking a sip of her drink. “You’re helping him out with the portals, right?”

“We’re working on portal stabilisation and reduced motion sickness,” you said and he could almost taste the pride and passion in your voice. “We’re making some progress.”

Miguel had gotten used to the random erections you’d awake from him throughout the day. But this one felt particularly painful.

You were so smart and so devoted. He couldn’t even take credit for the progress, because it was mostly just you.

His sweet and clever girl.

He glanced down at the outline of his strained cock, clicking his tongue.

By the time his eyes settled on the monitor, Jessica had walked away momentarily and he saw Peter lean in.

“Hey… are you and Miguel… a thing?”

Miguel froze.

Mayday proceeded to wrap tiny fingers around some of his locks, tugging lightly.

He wish he could have seen your reaction.

“Oh! No! No… we’re just friends,” you quickly said, waving your hands rapidly. “He’s like a mentor to me, really.”

Anger flared inside him. A friend? A mentor? He knew deep down this made absolute sense, but it still made him seething with rage.

Peter didn’t seem all that convinced, but nodded. “Just wondering. He’s not usually this… kind?”

Miguel felt his fangs threaten to emerge as he gritted his teeth.

There had been nothing kind about him building you a suit. He hadn’t done it out of the goodness of his heart.

He wanted to claim you and this had been the easiest and safest way for now.

“Well, I know he’s a grumpy,” you chuckled with a shrug, as you patted Mayday on the back. “Maybe he’s changing?”

You wouldn’t want him to change. Not really. The level of devotion he had for you was unmatched and nothing you could ever have from someone else.

“Maybe you’re a good influence on him?” Peter concluded, tapping his chin. “As a friend, of course.”

“Peter….” he growled lowly.

“As a friend,” you nodded. “Besides, there’s…” but your voice trailed off.

His erection nearly immediately deflated as dread took over.

There’s what?

He turned up the mic’s volume, but winced instead, as you banged on the table.

You cleared your throat. “Well, gotta go! I have work to do.”

Peter took Mayday back into his lap and chuckled. “Don’t forget her present!”

“I won’t! Wish me luck, though,” you said, crossing your fingers as you started to walk away. “I really need these chips to stop blowing and melting on me!”

“Good luck! Say bye bye, Mayday,” Peter waved his hand, which the little girl promptly mimicked with a giggle.

“Bye, baby!” you beamed.

Miguel had had enough.

He switched off your mic with a tap on his watch.

He really had tried to convince himself that his obsession for you was justified. That is was rooted in more than lust and desire, but he wasn’t so sure anymore.

After you moved to Nueva York, he had you working closely to him on portal stabilisation.

But what had started out as something innocent, soon shifted into something else entirely.

Your company brought him peace and quiet, and ticket his brain just the right way to keep him motivated.

Until it didn’t.

Until you became his torment.

He had let you in his life in the hopes that you let him in yours.

The first time you gave him a boner was when he walked in on you in the lab, wearing nothing but a tank top and a pencil pressed firmly in between your lips, as you moved from screen to screen to check on the update progress.

The worst part? You didn’t even notice how utterly delicious you looked and how he could easily bend you over and take you right there.

No.

You just offered him a sweet smile.

One he hadn’t recovered from ever since.

“Miguel?”

He jolted as the voice snapped him from his torturous thoughts. “What?”

Lyla hovered nearby, eyeing him closely. “Fangs out,” she wiggled her index finger disapprovingly. “Pavitr and Hobie are waiting for you.”

His fangs retracted slowly as he tried to gain his composure back. “Why?”

“Mission?” she quirked an eyebrow.

Right.

“Now?”

“You’re already late.”

He growled, tapping on a few screens hurriedly.

“Oh, and Miguel?”

“What?”

The hologram popped near the screen to his left. “You might want to be more subtle when using her in-suit mic.”

He gave her narrow side-glace. “What do you mean?”

“Just saying,” she said, adjusting her heart-shapped glasses. “You’re not the only tech savvy spider here.”

The door to his apartment swung open at once, and he stepped inside ready to decompress from the tiresome mission.

He had made plans with some of your audio recordings and his hand, hoping that would be enough to easy the pent-up tension that had been looming over year throughout the way.

It was a less than ideal situation, but would have to do for now.

That was until he noticed his living room was lit.

Pacing rapidly he was met with you.

In the middle of a pile of papers and electronic components scattered around the floor, he saw you sitting cross-legged with a pencil danging from your lips, his digital suit clinging tightly to your body.

“What are you doing here?”

Your bead snapped in his direction and the pencil tumbled to the floor. “Miguel! Lyla let me in.”

He was rooted in place.

Had it been someone else, he would have flung them through the window with no warning.

But you weren’t just someone.

And Lyla wouldn’t have let someone else enter his apartment, either.

“It’s quite late,” he said, pacing carefully toward you as not to step on anything. “You could have called me.”

You waved a hand dismissively and held a circular metallic object in the other. “Catch!”

Before he could say anything back, you had tossed it in his direction, which he quickly grabbed in between his fingers.

“Found what was wrong with it,” you smiled proudly. “It was stupid of me, really. There wasn’t any thermal paste in it. That’s why it kept blowing up.”

Miguel stared at the chip in his hand and blinked a few times.

“I assumed you were using it from the start,” he said, inspecting the cross section.

You rose to your feet in an instant and joined his site, excitement spilling from you. “These ion batteries should not require thermal paste — not for this amount of energy, at least. But yeah… my bad,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck.

Miguel locked eyes with yours and felt a familiar tingle in his body.

Fuck.

You were just so ridiculously attractive, and he wish he could hear you ramble about tech and science for hours.

“This is really, really good news,” he said genuinely, handing the chip back to you.

He squeezed your arm lightly as encouragement, knowing fully well he should be rewarding you in other ways.

His sweet girl…

You darted back to the floor, gathering some papers. “Sorry for the mess. I just had to figure this out and couldn’t sleep.”

A scientist at heart, you were.

Blood began to rush to his groin in no time. It couldn’t be helped. His body had been so on edge to finally fuck you, that it was in this permanent state of arousal around you.

“It’s fine. I still have those moments,” he said softly, crouching to help you out. “Sometimes I can’t sleep, and I have to do something else.”

“Like what?”

“I either go to the lab, or…” I jerk off to the thought of being buried deep inside you, he wanted to say.

You eyed him expectantly, biting your lip lightly, further hardening his cock.

“Well, it’s a bit late,” Miguel eventually said, standing tall. “Maybe you should get back to your apartment?”

He hated himself for even suggesting such option, but he didn’t want to push his luck. You being here would be fuel enough for the rest of the night as he fucked his hand.

“Oh, you just got back from a mission,” you fought back a yawn, tossing your backpack over your shoulder. “I’ll just leave.”

Miguel nodded, but was crumbling inside.

Your face lit up again. “But this was great, right?”

Please stay.

“You did great,” he said with a short smile. “Go get some rest.”

Please…

You made your way down the hall and waved at him. “See you in the morning, Miguel.”

He should have let you go.

But something took over him, before he could fight it back.

“Actually, you could stay. It’s nearly four in the morning,” he tried to sound as casual as possible, but the excitement was hard to contain. “And we have to head back to the lab early.”

You turned around and he stopped breathing.

Too much?

Then he the backpack slide down your arm, hittingbthe floor with a thud. “Oh, thank you! I really didn’t feel like swinging back to my apartment,” you voice held pure gratitude and he felt his ego soar. “Only… I don’t have any clothes.”

He shook his head as realisation hit him. “Right. Wait here.”

“Okay~”

Bolting into his room, he went through his closet, fetching a shirt and a robe.

But before heading out, he decided to change into some sweatpants and a shirt himself.

His erection welcomed the looser material, and he’d be able to better conceal it from you.

Taking a final look at his cock, Miguel decided to give it a few pumps as if trying to calm it down.

He couldn’t believe his luck.

He couldn’t believe his sweet girl would be so close to him in his clothes and apartment.

And bed.

As he exited the room and handed the clothes to you, he cleared his throat. “You can take my bed.”

You looked up at him. “Oh… no, Miguel. You just came back from a mission.”

“I’m not that tired. Just take it.”

Please.

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent.”

Anything that was his was yours. He would give it all to you.

“Be right back,” you said, before disappearing into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

He immediately sighed in relief, adjusting his cock, feeling the first beads of precum spill from the tip.

How was he to survive this?

Not long after, you emerged again.

He glanced over at the length of you, taking in the sight of his shirt and robe on you. Your legs were still covered with the digital suit, but you looked absolutely ready to be devoured.

But he couldn’t do it.

Not yet.

His cock twitched in his pants, yearning to be inside you.

Then something else caught his attention when his moved up your body.

It couldn’t be…

Two symmetrical protuberances poked through the fabric of your shirt — his shirt.

“Are those…” his voice faltered momentarily, not trusting his own eyes.

You followd his line of sight and giggled. “Oh! Yeah. Got them pierced way back. Wanted to defy my dad and got them out of spite,” you went on, adjusting the fabric of the shirt under the robe. “But eventually kept them. They look cute.”

Cute?

Miguel was at a loss for words.

Your voice mixed with your carefree posture sent jolts directly into his cock.

“I…” he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I didn’t notice them before,” he said, feeling his mouth run dry.

“I was wearing a bra,” you replied with a shrug and a tender smile.

This was almost comically painful.

You were the closest thing he had ever known to innocence as of late. Yet here you stood, wearing just his shirt, no bra, and with your pierced nipples poking through his shirt.

But none of that seemed to matter to you.

You were completely oblivious of how painfully hard he was for you.

“Did it hurt?”

“Terribly,” you said, still glacing down at your breasts and hardened nipples. “But I think it’s worth it.”

The adorable way in which you said it was almost driving him insane.

Just how innocent could one person be…

Before he could even process his thoughts, he spoke, “Can I…”

Your eyes met his and Miguel feared he had now fucked it up for good.

Brilliant, Miguel…

“Oh, you mean… you want to see them?”

Should he back down and just deny his intentions?

“You’ve never seen nipple piercings before?”

He shook his head.

Just as he was about to tell you to forget it, you lifted his shirt, revealing your breasts to him.

He nearly exploded right there and then.

“Oh, please!” she giggled. “We’re people of science, and you haven’t seen this before. Science is all about curiosity and discovery.”

Miguel, however, wasn’t listening to any of that and felt as though he was hypnotised. He could tear his eyes away from your perky nipples and the metal rods that went through them, a tiny spider danging from each of them.

He wasn’t sure when or how he had got so close to you, but he lifted his hand to touch one.

His cock twitched violently and he felt his mind hazy with lust.

“They’re cool, right?” you beamed, allowing him to swipe the pad of his thumb across the tiny spider.

“Yeah.”

Really ‘cool’.

More precum dripped from his tip and had to fight back his fangs from slipping out.

He wanted to bend over and dart his tongue out to play with them. He wanted to tug on them and wanted you to arch your back with a soft moan.

You pulled down the shirt again and he flinched his hand back instantly, swallowing hard.

“So… if — when you have a baby and want to breastfeed… will there be an issue?”

Of course his need to breed you had to surface at the worst possible time.

But he had to know. He needed to know if that would be a nuisance. He couldn’t take any risks and he wanted you completely ready to carry his children.

You shrugged, adjusting the robe around you. “I wasn’t thinking that far ahead when I got them, but I suppose I just have to take them out.”

He nodded, taking a few steps back.

You stretched out with a yawn. “Mind if I go to sleep now?”

“Of course,” he nodded.

You were about to whirl on your feet, but decided against it. “How do you say ‘thank you’ in Spanish?”

That caught him off guard and his eyes widened. “Gracias.”

Then you gave him the sweetest smile. “Gracias, Miguel.

He could cum just from this alone.

How he would teach you the filthiest things in Spanish… how he would whisper them in your ear, knowing fully well you couldn’t understand a word…

You then slipped into his room and closed the door.

He ran both hands through his hair, wanting to let out a scream.

The things he wanted to do to you…

The things you deserved done to you…

He brought one hand down to tug at his waistband, revealing his soaked cock.

Then he bit the back of his other hand.

Hard.

He didn’t even care if he drew blood.

He couldn’t take this anymore.

Engulfed with overwhelming frustration, he pressed his forehead against the tall window that overlooked Nueva York.

He had to calm down, or else he’d have to synthesise a serum to lower his levels of testosterone…

He had to find a way to stop.

As minutes ticked by, he decided to check your bio readings on his watch. Your heart rate had lowered significantly, indicating him you were now asleep.

The predator in him took control again and he paced towards his bedroom, opening the door just enough to check on you.

Fast asleep.

He walked in with careful steps, finally taking in the sight of you on his bed.

The floor-to-ceiling windows allowed for the faintest moonlight to be cast on you.

He felt his heart was about to implode as he drew near, slowly sitting by the edge of the mattress.

You lay on your back, breathing evenly and covered up to your waist with a blanket.

Miguel took a deep and shaky breath.

You smelled of him and his bedsheets smelled of you.

Such a powerful and dangerous combination, that he almost considered gripping his cock.

Bur decided against it.

Instead, he say there, staring at you, absorbing every single detail of your body.

His hand twitched as an itch took over it.

An itch he had to scratch.

He reached out to graze the back of one finger along your forearm, feeling your warmth coating his skin.

His sweet girl…

His imagination ran wild and he had hoped he could have fucked you to sleep, not sliding out of you, making sure you’d take his seed.

Pain swallowed him whole as despair settled.

What if he never managed to make you his?

What if you decided you wanted nothing more than a friendship?

How could he cope?

Suddenly, you flinched and rolled to your side and heaved a deep sigh. “Oh, Tom…”

Miguel was left petrified and his blood ran cold.

Who the fuck was Tom?

Part 4

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I See Your True Colours Ch. 4

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Summary:“The way you treat the kids, the way you always step up for them and protect them. You’re a real hero, man. And I’m pretty sure all of them are proud of you as well.” They hadn’t talked about this, hadn’t really had the chance, but he knew how much Dustin especially looked up to Steve, and how much Robin loved him. “You found your own family with them.” And with me. — After waking up all tangled up in each other, Steve and Eddie don't really get the chance to talk much. They spend their afternoon/evening with the other, Eddie finally getting to meet the other people he's heard about - including Will of course. That gives Robin a chance to talk to Steve and ask him about what's happened so far. But when the night comes, Eddie finds himself not able to sleep, so there's one place for him to go. Pairing: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington - Steddie Word count: 4670 Warning/Tags: fluff, angst, canon divergence, everybody lives, nightmares, bisexual Steve Harrington, gay Eddie Munson, supportive Wayne Munson, post S4, there was only one bed?, eating disorders, trauma, ptsd (let me know if I missed anything) Author’s note: Another Sunday another Chpter (and I can hopefully keep up with that, but I'm a little stuck in Chapter 6). Been struggling a little with motivation lately, but I hope the motivation will return, so we'll see how it goes 💚 Read on AO3 Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

Steve woke the next morning before Eddie, hair tickling his nose as he slowly opened his eyes. Eddie’s head was lying on Steve's chest, hair fanned out everywhere around his head. One of Steve’s hands rested on Eddie’s back, the other on his thigh, because their legs were tangled. Steve smiled to himself, felt Eddie’s hand move over his stomach up to his chest so that it was now lying close to Eddie’s own face. It felt nice, exciting, and he really wanted to enjoy this a little bit longer, so he tried to move as little as possible.

Eddie woke up shortly after Steve, but kept his eyes shut, savouring the moment. He listened to Steve’s heart beating steadily in his chest, felt his warm body beneath him even through the fabric of their shirts. He was tempted to touch the bare skin on Steve’s side, but he stopped himself. As much as he wanted to do that, it didn’t feel right.

When his leg started to cramp, he tried to stretch it out, but winced at the pain in his side. Now, he couldn’t pretend to be asleep anymore, so instead he slowly raised his head, yawning in the process. Maybe Steve would believe him that he’d just woken up.

“Morning… Sorry about that.” Eddie quickly tried to disentangle himself from Steve, because he didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. It had happened in their sleep, because Eddie couldn’t remember wrapping himself around Steve. He wouldn’t have done it if he’d been awake.

“Don’t apologise, it was actually… quite nice.” Steve couldn’t stop the blush from creeping up his neck to his cheeks, but he didn’t want Eddie to feel bad about it. Not when he’d enjoyed it that much.

“Yeah?” Eddie’s whole face lit up, because he’d felt the same way. In addition to sleeping soundly through the night, he’d woken up with a smile on his face because of Steve right by his side. “I think so too…”

Before Steve could react in any way, there was a loud knock at the door.

“Breakfast is ready!” Dustin yelled through the closed door, then bounced down the stairs again.

“He really needs to do something about his tone.” Steve shook his head, the moment between the two of them suddenly gone, so he got up from the bed. He really didn’t know what to expect of this, what to expect from Eddie, but he wasn’t yet ready to really talk about it. There had already been a lot of talking last night, and he’d told Eddie things that he hadn’t told anyone yet.

“He sure does,” Eddie agreed, getting up as well, when he suddenly thought of something. “Hey, Harrington?” When Steve looked his way, Eddie hesitated for a moment, but then he pulled his own shirt up just slightly to reveal the bandages. “You said you’d help me with these. Can we maybe get this done before breakfast?”

“Uh… sure. Let me just grab what I need and I’ll let them know that they can start breakfast without us, alright?”

Eddie nodded and watched Steve leave. He took a deep breath before he took off his shirt and stepped in front of the mirror just like he’d done the night before, but this time, he took off the bandages.

“They said that we shall take our time,” Steve announced when he came back in, now dressed in a new shirt and jeans, but stopped in his tracks, when he saw Eddie standing there half naked. Get a grip, he told himself. He’d seen other guys half naked, completely naked, so it shouldn’t be anything special. But it was. Because he liked Eddie more and more. Then his eyes landed on the healing wounds.

“Alright.” Eddie was still looking at them himself, checking them out in the mirror. They were healing, had already done a good deal of that, but it was still safer to keep them covered at the moment. A couple more days, and he’d be good to go, that’s what the doctors had said. Slowly, he turned towards Steve. “You have them as well, right?”

Of course, he knew, he’d been there when Steve had gotten them, but he was curious, wanted to know what they looked like.

Steve put the new bandages and other supplies down on the bed before he stepped up to Eddie and lifted his own shirt. Eddie’s eyes landed on them immediately.

“They’re smaller than yours.” Steve looked down as well, looked at Eddie’s healing wounds then back at his own. Yeah, they looked similar but still different.

Eddie reached out his hand, touched his fingertips to the pink skin that stood out from the rest of his body. Steve felt a shiver run down his back upon the touch, because it was so gentle, so careful, which stood in complete contrast to Eddie’s calloused fingers. The perfect mix.

“Do they still hurt?” Eddie slowly looked up, pulling his hand back while he straightened up.

“They don’t really hurt, it’s just… a little uncomfortable sometimes.” Steve shrugged. By now, it wasn’t a big deal anymore, the memories were worse. The scar around his neck was fading faster than the other ones, but it was the one that made him the most uncomfortable. Sometimes, it still felt like it was hard to breathe for him, and then he had to get out, get some fresh air. First he’d been under water, not really able to breathe when he’d been dragged down, and then he’d had to get that demobat off his throat. It had worked in the end, but the pictures, the dreadful feeling of not being able to breathe, that still stayed with him.

“Sit down,” Steve eventually said, gesturing towards the stool that had been pushed under the table to be out of the way. Eddie complied, but reached for the nightstand first so that he could pull his hair up into a bun, get it out of the way for Steve.

“They’re healing really well. Better than I thought.”

“Is that a compliment, Harrington?” Eddie teased a little, couldn’t stop smiling, because he felt absolutely content right now, happy. Sure, Wayne had taken care of his injuries when he’d been a kid, but ever since he’d been able to do that himself, he hadn’t asked for help. Being taken care of now was something entirely different. It was a sign of trust that he let Steve do this, something Steve always did with the others in all kinds of ways. This here was still more intimate than anything he’d done before.

“Don’t flatter yourself. Your body did that by itself.” Steve grinned to himself, thankful for the friendly banter, because it was something he was used to, something that took the tension out of this situation, because they were so close.

“Ah, so you’re complimenting my body then!” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows at Steve, lightening the mood a little, because he loved seeing Steve smile, loved to hear him laugh, and he did just that. It was a short, breathy laugh that was over way too soon, but it still made the tingling sensation in Eddie’s stomach spread through his whole body. God, he was so far gone, it wasn’t even funny anymore.

“Something like that.” Steve looked at him just for a second, but then concentrated on wrapping the bandages around Eddie’s body as carefully as he could without hurting him. “There, all done.”

“Thanks Stevie… I couldn’t have done that alone.” Smaller injuries, sure, but with wrapping the bandages around his body, it was certainly easier when someone else did that.

“No problem, I told you, I’d help.” Steve rocked back on his heels, a smile on his lips, but then he looked Eddie up and down. “I’ll… let you get dressed and get down for breakfast.”

Breakfast definitely sounded good, especially because Eddie wanted to make sure that Steve ate properly again, just like he’d done the night before, but before that, he really needed to put some more clothes on.

—

After Claudia had told him that he was welcome to stay, Steve drove home to pack a couple of things that he’d need. He really didn’t have to think twice about it now. Before, he hadn’t wanted to impose on them, but by now, he knew that he wouldn’t find any sleep in his own home. It hadn’t worked before, and even last night, he’d sought refuge in Eddie’s room. At home, he’d feel lonely, but here… it was different.

Steve took his time, left his parents a note that he’d be staying with Dustin and then went back to the Hendersons to pick up Dustin and Eddie. They were supposed to meet with the others at Mike’s house, to celebrate a little bit - as long as Eddie was up for it. He just had to say the word, and Steve would drive them back home.

As soon as they entered the basement, there were hugs all around.Robin practically threw herself at Eddie, because she was so happy to see him up and walking. The others followed, as well as some introductions. Of course, he’d had to get to know the other ones, finally meet the superpower-girl, but first and foremost: Will. They’d heard so much about each other by now, that they quickly sat down to talk about DnD, just like everyone had assumed.

Meanwhile Robin came up to Steve and nudged his shoulder with hers.

“How are you?”

“Good… Relieved.” Steve looked at her for a second, before he cast his glance around again, eyes landing on Eddie in the end.

“You definitely look… better.” They didn’t need to talk about Eddie, because everything was better than him still being in a coma, but Steve had looked like shit most of the time. Robin had been the only one to tell him. While Steve talked to Dustin about a lot of things, there were certain topics that he only talked to Robin about. Not because he didn’t want Dustin to know - though he’d try everything to not make Dustin worry about him - but Robin was always brutally honest with him, only because she wanted what was best for Steve.

“Got some sleep last night?” She followed his gaze towards Eddie, who was deep in conversation with the others, who even chuckled at something Will had said.

“Mhm… I stayed over at Dustin’s.” Steve crossed his arms, the corners of his lips turning up into a small smile. It was good to see Eddie like this, a little more relaxed, in his element talking about the things he loved. To see him get to know the people he’d heard about. “And I’m gonna stay for a little while.”

“And you stayed in your own room?” Robin leaned into him, wrapped her arms around his and leaned her head against his shoulder. They’d become really close friends, and if there was someone Steve would talk to about his feelings, it was Robin. They’d done that before, been there for each other, but Steve had kept the blooming feelings for Eddie to himself, not really sure what this was, where this would lead, if it even could lead anywhere.

“You know me too well, Robin.” Steve sighed, a little defeated. Not that he wanted to keep it from her, because she’d pester him until he told her, but he’d much rather talk in private. They couldn’t get out of there, though, without the others asking questions, so Steve lowered his voice to a whisper. “I needed to check up on him, convince myself that he was alright, you know?”

Of course Robin knew. She’d been there along the way, had been the one to check up on Steve and make sure that he ate at least something.

“And we… talked. I told him about last year, about the nightmares.”

Robin’s head shot up, her eyes now on Steve. Whatever she’d expected, it hadn’t been that. What had happened with the Russians was something he’d hardly talked about even with her, and she’d been there with him. That he’d confided in Eddie had been a huge sign of trust.

“And he asked me to stay… or rather told me to.” Steve couldn’t hold back the smile, because he hadn’t expected that bossy tone from Eddie, but he was sure happy that Eddie hadn’t let him move to the chair. “He read to me for a change, which was nice, and we fell asleep in his bed.”

“Soooo… how was the night? And the morning?” Robin teased, hugged his arm to her side and grinned up at him.

“I fell asleep before he was even finished with the first page I think.” He knew what she was implying, and just the thought of that made his heart race. When he remembered how they’d woken up, he could feel the heat rise up to his cheeks again. It hadn’t been a problem for him to talk to Robin about the girls he’d dated, everything that had happened, but now that he was talking about Eddie and what might be happening between them, it was somehow different. “But I woke up with Munson half on top of me.”

“Was he just splayed out over you or were you cuddling?” She needed to know, because there was a difference. Oh, Robin already had a feeling that she knew the answer judging by the look on Steve’s face. She wanted him to be happy, and she wanted Eddie to be happy as well. After what Steve had told her, she was pretty sure that she’d interpreted the way Eddie had always looked at Steve correctly, that it hadn’t just been her imagination.

“Cuddling.” There was no other way to put it, when Steve thought about where his own hands had been, how their legs had resembled a pretzel. “And it was nice… It’s just all so confusing sometimes.”

“Oh Steve… I’ve been there.” Robin had a knowing grin on her face, Steve knew exactly why. He wasn’t as dumb as people sometimes made him out to be. He knew that he could talk to Robin about that, that she wouldn’t breathe a word to anyone if he asked her to, but therefore, Steve had to clear his head first, accept his feelings for what they were and not try to talk himself out of that, convince himself that he wasn’t catching feelings for Eddie Munson.

“What are you two talking about?” Nancy suddenly appeared next to them. She hadn’t been quiet, but these two had been so lost in their conversation that they hadn’t seen her before.

“Work,” Robin said.

“Books,” Steve said at the same time. Robin and Nancy both looked at him. Nancy with a look of confusion, Robin with a look that told him what an idiot he was.

“Since when do you talk about books?” Nancy looked from Steve to Robin and back again.”

“Ever since I started reading The Lord of the Rings.” Which was true, because he’d talked to Dustin about it, and even these two ladies, because they’d caught him reading to Eddie not just once.

“Well… whatever it was, it’s between you two. But we want to order pizza, so you better tell me what you want or you won’t get anything.”

The thought of food made Steve sigh. It felt like he’d just had breakfast, but that had been hours ago, and he hadn’t had anything for lunch as well. But he knew that Eddie would keep his eyes on him again, make sure that he ate enough, and if he was honest, Steve was grateful for that. Robin had tried her best to get him to eat, but with Eddie, with his watchful eyes, Steve made sure to eat. For Eddie.

—

It had been a great afternoon and evening with the others, and Eddie had made sure to plan a campaign together with Will at one point, but it was time to head home, time to get some sleep. He felt the exhaustion in his bones, even if he’d love to stay a little longer, enjoy the company, the happiness. Of course, they were still a little worried, because Max hadn’t woken up yet, so Lucas was staying with her, but they were able to enjoy themselves nonetheless, forgetting about all the negative things in the past and at the moment. It had felt good, and Eddie left the house with a smile on his face. Dustin wanted to stay, didn’t know whether he’d come home tonight, and that was absolutely fine. Just because Eddie war drained, didn’t mean everyone else needed to leave. But Steve wouldn’t let him leave alone, not just because he’d been the one to drive him, but also because he wanted to keep an eye on Eddie. Most of the others probably thought it was because he was the driver, but at least Robin knew better and gave him a knowing smile when they headed out the door.

“Will’s great, isn’t he?” Steve asked with a glance at Eddie in the car before he looked ahead to keep his eyes on the road. They’d all been excited for these two to finally meet.

“I mean, I’ve already heard a lot about him from Dustin and Mike, but he’s such a creative mind… Can’t wait to start planning with him.” Though Eddie didn’t know when they would do that, he was really looking forward to it. Starting to plan a new campaign always made him happy, and now that he had someone to do that with, he was even more eager to start.

“He’s a great kid,” Steve said with a content smile on his lips. He’d understood Joyce's reasons for moving away with the kids, to get a fresh start away from a city that had taken a lot from them, but he’d missed them. He’d missed Will and El, even Jonathan if he was being honest. But now that all of them were back, including Hopper, Hawkins felt more like home again.

Once they got home, they both went to their own rooms at first, but it didn’t take long for Eddie to start pacing around again. He’d changed into something more comfortable so that he could lie down, get some sleep, but his mind was racing. Even though he was completely knackered, he couldn’t find peace. When his eyes landed on the book on the nightstand, he knew why he wasn’t able to fall asleep. He was afraid of the nightmares that could return, but that was only one reason, because he also longed for Steve’s presence, for his warm body next to his own, the soft voice that talked to him, the steady breathing once Steve fell asleep. It didn’t matter whether he read to Steve or the other way around, it was the one thing that made it possible for Eddie to find some proper rest.

With a heavy sigh, Eddie took the book in his hand and walked over to Steve’s room. He hesitated before he knocked.

“Yes?” Steve called from inside, the confused expression on his face softening immediately when he saw Eddie. “Can’t sleep?” Steve guessed, but he was feeling the same way, so he simply smiled when Eddie nodded.

“Yeah, I’m exhausted, but can’t fall asleep.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Steve scratched the back of his neck, knowing full well why he wasn’t able to fall asleep all by himself. It wasn’t just that he needed to make sure that Eddie was okay, that he was alive and breathing, but also that he needed to be in Eddie’s presence. “Last night I slept better than in a really, really long time.” It wasn’t an admission of his feelings, but it almost felt like one.

“Yeah, it was nice… not sleeping alone.” Almost like a sleepover which he’d done with the kids before, when they’d talked way into the night about this and that, but with Steve it had been different.

Steve moved over on the bed to make room for Eddie, a quiet invitation that made Eddie smile, so he walked over and lay down next to Steve, so that Steve was between him and the wall again. Eddie had realised that it made Steve feel safe.

“Your parents are alright with you staying here?” Eddie turned on his side, eyes on Steve. After everything that had happened, the injuries Steve had endured, he’d thought that his parents would rather keep him close, even if they knew that he was safe in Dustin’s home. Eddie had seen the look on Mrs Wheeler’s face today, had seen the way Claudia always looked at Dustin, because they were worried. Still, they let their kids live their lives, but they made sure to know where they were. Eddie had never met Steve’s parents, so he didn’t know a lot about them.

“I don’t think they care at all…”

“What do you mean?”

Steve turned on his side as well, so that they were now face to face, just inches apart, but nobody wanted to change that. It felt comfortable… intimate. Steve tucked one hand beneath his head, cast his eyes down for a moment, before he managed to look at Eddie again.

“I know what people think… Steve Harrington has it all, the big house, wealthy parents…”

Eddie would lie if he said he hadn’t thought that. Part of the reason why he’d thought that Steve must be a douchebag, but he’d quickly put that thought aside when he’d really gotten to know Steve.

“They all see that picture my parents want them to see, the perfect little family, smiling in pictures, but what they don’t see is that my parents care more about themselves than they care about me.” Steve turned back to lie on his back and look at the ceiling. “They always tried to push me to do what they wanted and that’s how I gave up piano lessons and concentrated on basketball instead to make my father proud, but he never once was proud of me.”

Steve huffed and shook his head. It was ridiculous, he knew that, and he didn’t even want to think about this, but Eddie had a way of making him talk without really trying. But Steve trusted him, and maybe he talked so much, because he knew that he could stop whenever he wanted without Eddie pushing him to say everything.

“I’m sure your parents are proud of you.” Eddie couldn’t believe Steve’s words, because there was so much to be proud of. Granted, his parents - neither of their parents for that matter except for Joyce and Hopper - knew about everything that had happened, but there was still so much Steve had achieved.

“No, they’re not.” Steve shook his head. A sad smile was playing on his lips, because he was used to it by now, and wasn't chasing his father’s approval anymore. “I’m living with the fact that I’m a disappointment for them. Nothing’s good enough for them.”

“I’m proud of you,” Eddie suddenly said, the urge to say these words out loud too big to contain. “Did I think you were a rich prick? Yes, I did, but you proved me wrong with everything you’ve done.” He’d told Steve before what he’d thought about him when they’d been in the Upside Down, but this here was different. “I admire you, Steve, I really do.”

Steve looked at Eddie again, feeling a lump building in his throat while his heart beat faster and harder for the man right next to him.

“The way you treat the kids, the way you always step up for them and protect them. You’re a real hero, man. And I’m pretty sure all of them are proud of you as well.” They hadn’t talked about this, hadn’t really had the chance, but he knew how much Dustin especially looked up to Steve, and how much Robin loved him. “You found your own family with them.” And with me.

“I don’t think that I could live without them anymore.” Steve shook his head, a smile slowly spreading on his lips again. Thinking about the others made the situation easier, made him concentrate on the positive things in his life instead of his parents.

“I know what you mean.” Eddie chuckled, because he couldn’t think about a life without these idiots as well. “You know… I finally knew what family was when Wayne took me in. Before that…” He trailed off, heaved a sigh. He hadn’t said much about his parents to Steve, had only talked about living up to the Munson name and his father teaching him how to hotwire a car - which had come in handy at that point.

“When did you start living with him?”

“I was ten at the time.”

Steve’s eyes widened slightly, because that meant that Eddie’s father had already taught him the car thing at a very young age.

“My Mum was drunk most of the time, they fought a lot, and my father thought that he could use me as a distraction when he was stealing stuff. I didn’t do anything intentionally, I was just… kinda there, you know?” Eddie hadn’t talked about his parents often, about what he’d experienced with them, at least not intentionally. Sometimes, a remark slipped, but he just didn’t like talking or even thinking about them. “For me… Wayne is the one father figure I have, and he’s done a damn good job. I wasn’t always an easy child, but he showed me nothing but love.”

Eddie smiled to himself, but then he sighed. He’d always be grateful to Wayne for everything he’d done and continued to do for Eddie. But right now, he didn’t want to talk about the sad parts of his life anymore, so instead he concentrated on something else Steve had said.

“You played the piano?”

“Still do.” Steve looked over at Eddie, a grin spreading on his lips when he saw the disbelief in Eddie’s eyes. “My parents didn’t pay for lessons anymore, but we still own the piano. When I need to clear my head, I sit down and play. It’s a good way to escape reality.”

“I get that.” Because he did the same, played the guitar when he needed to get away from everything else. Listening to music was already a great way to achieve that, but sometimes, you really needed to be a part of the music. “You gonna play for me one day?”

“Only if you won’t judge whatever I’ll play for you. Because it won’t be any kind of metal music.”

“Come on, that’s no fun then.” Eddie chuckled, felt the tension from before when they’d been talking about their parents ebb away. “Honestly, I won’t be judging. And believe it or not, I can actually appreciate all kinds of music, even if I listen mostly to a certain genre.”

He’d probably enjoy everything Steve played for him, because it would be Steve on the piano.

“And you’ll play something for me in turn?”

“Deal!”

Steve knew that he’d be nervous to play in front of someone who made music himself, who was amazing on the guitar, but he’d do it regardless, because he wanted to. He wasn’t bad, had even tried his hands at some original music, because Eddie had inspired him, but he’d still be nervous to play in front of Eddie.

“My turn,” he suddenly said, reaching for the book Eddie had put down between them. Steve really didn’t want to talk anymore tonight. They’d already talked more than enough, he’d bared more of his soul than he’d ever thought he would to Eddie Munson, so now, he really craved some sleep. “Tomorrow, you can read to me again.”

A request as well as a promise, because by now, Steve was rather sure that they both wanted to spend the nights in one bed, helping each other fall asleep.

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