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rockingrobin69 · 1 year

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Wip Wip hooray

Do you remember the snippet of angst I shared a while back? Well, what if I told you I dived so deep in this world I now have 17k of it? Or: here’s a bit of the project I’m Currently Investing My Life In, that I absolutely have to share or else go spare. TW for depression and self-esteem issues. Enjoy!

It started with Ron’s idea for a thesis, and the fact they didn’t actually know a lot of people who used to be part of a white supremist cult and then left, and that Malfoy still lived in the country. In town, actually, in this crap of a flat above a chippy. Apparently the owner let him rent it for half price if he worked weekends. Apparently he did. And when Ron came back, two hours late with this strange frown, all he said was, “Whoa, mate.” And Harry decided that maybe he did sort of want to tag along after all.

Malfoy was different. Not only because he looked older, or because he sat on the floor with his legs crossed, or because of the piercings and the choker, or because he let his hair grow, wild and frizzy at his shoulders. Something… Harry didn’t know. Something hungry and a little loud about the way he kept his head down. The way he rambled one hundred miles a minute outside the interviews, the strange jokes he made and the way his eyes rounded, big and grey and startling. It was weird. He was weird. But he answered every single one of Ron’s questions, even the ones Ron hadn’t planned on asking. Even the ones that hung in the air. Even the one that made him go scary, that made him run to the loo with a hand over his mouth. He came back, half a weird smile on his face, and answered it too.

And Harry found the in-betweens interesting. Found himself asking Malfoy what he did the rest of the week (“butcher Italian art in the café across the street, you should come, it’d be horrible”); who was he still in contact with (“Pans, and Greg, and—no, that’s it, I don’t, ah, really, ah”); where did he get that tan (“a friend of a pal from work went bungee jumping so I begged them to take me? Never regretted anything more, apart from—well”). Found himself wanting to know. And the flat always smelled like chips, and Harry was perpetually hungry, and sooner than later he found himself going on his own, without Ron and the questions drilling into Harry’s scalp, festering in his brain.

Ron said Malfoy had actually volunteered. That he didn’t have to seek him out, Malfoy approached him through the university. It made sense, in a way, with this Malfoy. The Malfoy who couldn’t shut up for the life of him, who was constantly moving and buzzing and clicking. Would be annoying, but—Harry’s brain had been kind of quiet recently, and everyone around him seemed happy enough, or at least settled, and this heaped spoonful of Malfoy was a nice change of pace. With work, boring and safe and strangely continuous, with nights at Ron and Hermione’s or babysitting a quiet Ted twice a week, with always forgetting what kind of oat milk he liked and buying the wrong mustard. With life being, well, it. Nonstop and a bit bland. Malfoy was different, Malfoy was weird, and Harry liked it.

And there was the way he laughed. Loud, deranged, a little charming, and deranged. Like he didn’t know how to laugh. The crease between his eyebrows, like he wasn’t sure he was doing it right, the bubbling, like he didn’t care. It was a nice sort of laugh. Harry kept going.

He went sofa-searching with Malfoy when his old one gave out. Said he’d help him paint a chest of drawers Malfoy found on the street, begged him to chuck it when it proved half-eaten, roared with laughter when he tried, pink-cheeked, tongue between his teeth, to make it stand on three uneven legs. It wasn’t even funny, no idea why he was laughing. Only that there were tears in his eyes, and no breath left in his chest, and that Malfoy was radiant with something warm and weird and a little off.

“What?” he cried, flopping down on the rug. “Stop laughing, Potter! Honestly!”

But Harry couldn’t, waving his arms in big, apologetic flails. “Just throw the damn thing! You’re impossible.”

Malfoy smiled, that crooked line, small and weirdly alight. “No chance. There’s some potential there, I know it. I can almost, almost see it. Don’t you think it would look wonderful right there?” pointing at an empty space on the opposite wall. Most of the flat was empty. Harry didn’t mind it so much anymore.

“I think the weevils claimed it first. Sorry.”

“Oh, no. We don’t have weevils. Potter, say we don’t have weevils.”

“What? Why?” the urgency in his voice made something stick in Harry’s throat, thick and jagged. Then an oomph as Malfoy fell on top of him, covering Harry’s mouth with a hand.

“Quick! Say it! Words are magic, we can’t take the risk! You have to say we don’t have weevils, you have to say it, say it, now,” but he was laughing like a maniac, and covering Harry’s mouth anyway, so Harry couldn’t say anything, do anything but laugh too, trying to push him off. Maybe not trying too hard. “Come on, Potter, say it, why aren’t you saying it, sayyy it—”

He finally managed a shove, and Malfoy rolled to the floor, hysterical. Harry wiped his cheeks, couldn’t get this foolish grin off his face.

“You’re barking,” he whispered, and it came out appreciative. “Malfoy? Still alive?” only emitting these tiny noises, choked-off giggles, eyes closed behind a shaky hand. “Hey, you okay?”

“Wonderful,” he murmured, then swallowed. Sat up, looked around himself. Loud and a bit hollow. “Are you getting hungry? Bet you I could charm Mr. Picket for two sausage suppers.”

Harry sank against the sofa, this strange feeling in his belly. Content and fuzzy. Saturated or full of static or something.

“Yeah, I could do with some food. I can pay, though. Let me pay.”

“No need. Just sit back and watch a true master at work.” With a wink, Malfoy got up, and this sudden panic in Harry’s chest alarmed him silent. He realised he didn’t want to see Malfoy leave.

What a weird fucking thought to have.

It got weirder, but mostly in nice ways. Harry was spending more time in Malfoy’s crap flat than his own, was drawing little flowers on the edge of his papers again, was laughing a lot. Teddy saw it, the two days a week they spent together. Looked up at him with that big-big smile as if in imitation. He didn’t talk much, but Harry got it, and then they got ice cream.

Work was still work, but now he had Malfoy sending him the weirdest texts throughout the day, and it made everything seem a little less bland. Even if the office was so quiet, sometimes it felt like he’s working for his laptop alone. Even if Harry fantasised about doing something else, something nice, something more… free. When it got a little much, or when his friends all seemed too settled, when he felt like a failure for not—not liking it all enough—he went to Malfoy’s.

It was nice there. Malfoy was hectic, and deranged, and anything but settled. His café job he traded for tending bar in this dingy place, and that for construction work for a week and a half, that for stocking shelves in a Tesco express, that for a lobster hatchery down at the docks. For a while he even worked in an office, somehow by accident. Paper supplies. Harry joked that if Malfoy lasted a month, he’d buy him a new damn chest of drawers: Malfoy lasted the full month, and an extra day, just to be an arse. But he didn’t want a new chest of drawers. Made Harry get them curries instead. Then quit and went to work at a mechanic’s, for a delivery service, in a nightclub, at the corner shop.

And that thing inside him, that hungry, loud thing, the restless one. Harry saw it more and more, like Malfoy forgot to be careful around him. Or like he didn’t have the energy to hide. Harry saw it linger in his eyes when he looked away, looked lost; saw it in the tilt of his shoulders when he stood with his arms around himself. And Harry thought, horribly, that it might be nice to have a friend who wasn’t perfect, someone a bit more like him. Hated himself for thinking that. Didn’t stop coming over, and didn’t tell Malfoy a thing.

One time he came by after work to find Malfoy on the floor. In the middle of the room, curled into a ball, and he didn’t even look up when Harry entered. The door was unlocked.

“Malfoy?” worry squeezed his throat nearly shut. “Are you—what’s wrong?”

Something clearly was. Malfoy was moving all the time, was constantly buzzing and talking and sizzling, but now it was like a switch had been turned off, like he was gone.

“Malfoy?” Harry came to crouch near his knees. Malfoy’s head was hiding somewhere between them. “What’s—” then stopped, because his face came up, eyes puffy and red.

“Hi.” Scratchy, like he’d been howling.

“Hey,” Harry whispered. Found his hand sending forward, gently stroking a knee. The rips in the jeans felt rough under his fingers, felt real.

“There should be—” Malfoy stopped to wipe his nose on a sleeve. “There’s some fish, if you’re hungry. I think. Might be yesterday’s.”

Something squirmed in Harry’s belly. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm? Of course. We should go. Find, ah, should get you something to eat. Something better than day-old fish.”

“What is it?”

Malfoy blinked long eyelashes, like he didn’t understand the question. “You must be hungry. You’re always hungry. They don’t even have,” sniffle, “don’t even do lunch in your office, and—”

“Malfoy.” Harry took one shaky hand in his. “Tell me what happened.”

He sucked in a breath. “Nothing happened, Harry. Nothing ever happens. Every single morning I wake up, and I’m still me.”

It throbbed under his skin. “You,” Harry repeated, understanding it far too close for comfort. “Maybe—let’s get off the floor. I’ll put on the kettle. Come on.”

This resolutely miserable line between his eyebrows, but Malfoy obeyed, got up with Harry’s hands’ gentle prompt. Followed him to the sofa, sat down when Harry gestured. Empty, he seemed empty, and still loud although he was quiet. Harry opened his mouth and closed it and opened it again and had nothing to say. Outside, sunset cleared way for night, humming orange from the streetlights.

“You shouldn’t have to,” Malfoy said to the floor, inexplicable and too soft. “Shouldn’t have to be here. Not with—not for me. It’s not right.”

“Shut up,” was all Harry’s heart let him say.

“I’m serious,” as if Harry didn’t already know, from his tone, from that look on his face. “I’m not your problem. I shouldn’t be. I don’t want to be.”

“You’re not,” and he meant it too. “You’re not a problem.”

A sharp inhale. Malfoy closed his eyes, hung his head low. Chest heaving, like he wanted to say something, like he was crying, but nothing came out. He was loudest at that moment, when he was silent, when Harry was close enough to feel the trembling in his hand. Then, suddenly, it stopped. Like he made an effort to sweep it all neatly under the rug.

“God, I’m being ridiculous. We should go get you something to eat. Something healthy, not fried, for a change. We should, we should go.”

Harry wanted to protest, but he couldn’t think fast enough. Malfoy was already on his feet, looking anywhere but at him.

“There’s this wonderful place uptown. Fancier than, ah, but I used to wash dishes there for a bit, think I can convince—I mean, think they’d give us a decent price. If I blink pretty enough.”

There was no doubt Malfoy could convince anyone, if it half-worked on Harry. Still he came close, put his hand on Malfoy’s cheek, just to make him look. Emboldened by the warmth, by the slight gasp, Harry charged on.

“We don’t need to go anywhere. We can sit here and—talk, something, I dunno. You’re… Malfoy, you’re hurting. We can talk.”

He didn’t answer right away. Swallowed like it was an effort, blinked at Harry’s face, very fucking prettily. “I just get a little lonely sometimes,” he said, softer than Harry expected. “Get a little. Ah. Stuck in my head.” Like a gut punch, but worse, because it was Malfoy, and he was so sad. And Harry liked him, he did, liked his laughter, and how deranged he was, how utterly different and still the same and how, how, how he made life less bland, how he made it brighter.

“You don’t have to be lonely. Maybe you could get a flatmate, or, something, anything. You don’t have to be lonely.”

Malfoy titled his head, leaning into Harry’s palm. Brought a finger to tap his temple, once, twice, like he was saying something Harry didn’t quite catch. Looked at him, just looked. Sad and so pretty.

“I get lonely too,�� Harry confessed, a huge rush of it. “I get so lonely it feels like I’m choking, like it’s terminal.”

Malfoy’s hand twitched in the air. “You shouldn’t. You’re wonderful, Harry. You should never feel lonely.”

A beat of silence. A spark of something. Then, “Come live with me,” before he could think better of it. “You should come live with me. You could quit the weekend shifts. Or, hell, continue if you wanted. Come live with me.”

Malfoy laughed, low, like it was a joke. The edges of his eyelashes glistened. “Let’s go. If we hit tea-time rush hour, even my charm won’t…” shrugged, apologetic, and set off.

But the idea stuck in Harry’s mind. Mad and impulsive and possibly wonderful.

(Hey, if you’re still here. I might, might be looking for an alpha/beta reader for this one. If this is your jam, how about a DM?)

#drarry fic #drarry wip #oh god they will be roommates #and there will be angst!#muggle AU #tw: depression #tw: self esteem issues #it's really quite lighthearted? apart from the - that?#oh and PINING THROUGH THE ROOF I can promise you that

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goosologist · 7 days

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they have an exam in two days but they keep making out about it

#just like me fr tbh why am i not with my books #oh well #my sister thinks i should caption this hashtag murderous envy #because it’s all i convey when talking about it #imagine if housing prices in my city were humane #god #farcille #farcille fanart #marcille donato #falin touden #dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #falin x marcille #delicious in dungeon #modern au #college roommates au

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yourfriendf1nn3g4n · 2 years

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it’s always “i love you” and never “the mark you have left on me is indelible. anytime i feel nauseous at the sight of a rainbow or hear a pop song that makes my ears bleed, i’ll think of you” 😢

#wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday and enid #wenclair #lesbians #sun and moon #sun and moon lesbians #lgbtq #gay #wenclair canon #wednesday is soft for enid #oh my god they were roommates #wednesday

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rottenaero · 1 year

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Ao3

Part 1

Part 3

Part two to the roommates idea

Whenever the mall ‘burns down’, Eddie is just chilling at home; not doing anything special.

Actually, thats a complete lie. He hadn't seen Steve since he left for his shift the day before, and currently has his band+Wayne scattered in the living room as he paces.

“He may as well be dead, he always calls before staying the night somewhere, and he totally despises that place, so why would he stay after hours?” He comes to a halt infront of Jeff who looks considering. “What?!"

“Maybe, consider, he just forgot to call you." Eddie scoffed, “ ‘Maybe he just forgot’, except you don't know him, Jeff. Steve doesn't forget, tell ‘em Wayne."

Wayne nods from his spot on the lazyboy, “ ‘S true, he'd rather call at 2am than have us worrying.”

Gareth rolls his eyes, “Look Edmund, I get your worried about you boyfriend and all but why did we have to get dragged into this?" He complained, and Eddie began pacing again.

“ Not,my boyfriend, yet, and you’re getting-”

A ringing interrupts him.

The pacing stopped almost as soon as it began, and he darts to the phone. “ Y’hello, it's Eddie talking.” A sharp breath drew from the other end of the line.

“Hey Eds."

Eddie smiled, “Holy shit, Stevie. I thought you died. Wayne and the guys are literally gathered in the living room.” Upon hearing the name, Wayne visibly relaxed, going from hunched over to leaning backwards in seconds.

“Yeah I'm- Well shit not okay but I'm not dead.”In the background there was a noise, barely noticeable but-

“Wait, what? Are those sirens? Are you hurt? What the hell-” Wayne leaned forward again.

“I'm at the mall, there's been, uh, an accident? I don't- they took my keys, I need a ride back home.”

“Who took your keys? Steve you can't just be all ominous and-” The phone line shut off. "Fuck!”

Grant, who hasn't been helpful at all, stood up. "What did he do?”

Eddie groans, running a hand through his greasy hair, “Needs us to pick him up, might be hurt. He's such a- Wayne we're taking my van, you guys coming?”

Turns out the answer is yes.

They arrive at the mall five minutes later, mostly because Eddie was driving like a bat outta hell, to every emergency vehicle you can think of, plus thirty more, surrounding the place.

Eddie roles his window down when a cop signals him. “What are you doing over here?"

The metalhead bites his lip, what the hell, “Uh, I'm here to pick up Steve Harrington? He got involved in whatever's happening.”

The cops nods, "Alright, park your vehicle over there, and go get him.”

He does as he's told, a surprising feat showing just how scared he was, because Steve being hurt could mean so many things.

They get out the car, Wayne being the leading man, and head to where the commotion is.

The mall was totally destroyed, a couple kids he didn't know were sitting around, surrounded by their parents, there's a couple teens too, Nancy Wheeler, Johnny Byers, a girl in a sailor costume, and-

Eddie’s heart stopped and he fucking sped forward. “ Holy shit, what the fuck man." Steve looked like hell, understatement of the century but-

His face was bruised and bloody, his hands wrapped in casts, his hair was flat and gross and he was still in his damn sailor costume.

“Hey Munsons, Gareth, Jeff, Grant. It's the whole Scooby gang, or Smurfs, whoever you prefer.” Eddie grabbed his shoulders, and stared him dead in the eye. “ What. The. Fuck. Are you high too?!”

“Just what the hell did you get yourself into. " Wayne said more than asked, shaking his head.

Steve buzzed his lips, his eyebrows furrowed and he brought a hand to them and-

God they were split, and bleeding now. He looked back up at the long haired man infront of him, ignoring Wayne's question-not-question.

“Nah, just recovering from being drugged. Hey this is rivveting conversation and shit, but like, I wanna go home and sleep in your bed, man. Or the couch, or the floor.”

He let out a loud laugh, “Fuck I am not picky right now, I'll even take the back of the van.”

��Christ."

They don't talk about it, not after Hellfire goes home, not the next morning, not after Steve heals. They just don't, because the news told them all they need to know, that there was a fire. Eddie just assumed when they said he was drugged, that he meant medically.

(He didn't)

#stranger Things #steddie ficlet #steddie #ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie munson x steve harrington #and they were roommates #oh my god they were roommates #crisisinverted17 #crisisinverted17's roommate au

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toddandersonsyawp · 1 month

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#oh my god they were roommates #anderperry #neil perry #todd anderson #dead poets society #dps #dead poets fandom #dps fandom #my edits

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banghwa · 10 months

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each other's safety zone 💛

#userbangtan #armysource #btsgif #btsdaily #bts #park jimin #jung hoseok #jihope #**2018-2020-ass gif colouring here sorry #**anyways when jhope said wheres my safe zone babe. i think we all know. wtv.#*creations #*gifs #mon trésor #chouchou #oh my god they were roommates

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 months

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A rejuvenating encounter.

[Episode Directory] [First] -> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #I'm having so much fun with poorly drawn mdzs version 2.0 I'm so glad I decided to change my approach.#Once again I am reminding everyone that these two are *both* catboy coded.#Anyone who is in a 'roommates' cat situation knows full well how that little beast is invigorated the moment the real owner comes home.#I too am also filled with delighted to see the creature. But the dynamic is two ways.#I have a hunch there are many people who also get excited just seeing wwx out in the wild.#Be careful with your approach! He startles easily - oh god he's running off into the mountains. Oh no he's stealing a donkey.

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thenopequeen · 6 months

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Thinking about how Etho told Cleo he's a runner, not a protector. Thinking about how they decided to spend their last hours doing each other's specialties. Thinking about when Cleo is wrangling their first warden he tells her "Never stop running"

#trafficblr #ethoslab #zombiecleo #secret life #secret life spoilers #and they were roommates #oh my god they were roommates

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walkingoneliner37 · 4 months

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Ep 4: and they were losers

Everyone: Oh my gosh they were losers

#huskerdust #yes this is a vine ref #and they were roommates #oh my god they were roommates #hazbin hotel husk #angel dust #hazbin hotel

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mushyfart · 5 months

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the way they look at eachother in this scene oh my GOD

(Bride of Re-Animator: "Meg is Re-Animated" Deleted Scene)

#bride of reanimator #reanimator 1985 #herbert west #danbert #dan cain #daniel cain #the way he grabs his wrist?? THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACHOTHER??? HELLO????#and they were roommates #oh my god they were roommates #it's like 4am and im still sobbing over them

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cotl-flower-crown · 5 months

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When & how did Lamb & Nari start to fall for each other in the Red District AU?

It's not easy to put a pin on exact moment when they started to fall for each other, but I can tell when things started to get heated.

It was not long before Leshy was eliminated. Leshy's goons has found and raided Narinder's apartment. He knew about this though, so when they arrived, he was already gone.

(yes, I drew this comic before I drew the plan of Lambert's apartment, his bed is different, I was too lazy to change it, bite me <3)

Having no other options (he didn't want to endanger the twins by hanging around them) so he went to Lambert .

Not for long, only until he finds a new broom closet to stay in, away from the public eye. Lambert's flat wasn't big either, barely big enough to fit him, let alone a big cat that is Narinder, so they had to share the small futon couch Lambert had. Narinder made himself feel at home very quickly though and it's not like Lambert could just kick him out (mostly because he was still scared of Narinder). So they became roomies for a few days.

That was an oportunity for Lamb to see Narinder more as a person rather than this evil caricature he had in his head. He learned about his daily routine and behaviour, and it made Lambert feel more comfortable around Nari and setting up some boundaries. Not to mention all the silly and embarrassing incidents they shared at that time.

After a few weeks Lambert caught Nari doing push ups in the middle of the night. He said that he can't sleep so Lambert offered him something to drink, but he refused. Instead they decided to watch a movie together. Lambert had the laptop on his lap and Nari had to cuddle Lambert for a better view (sending him into a gay panic). Both enjoyed it more than they're willing to admit. Nari would tease Lambert about it for a while.

After Narinder found a good enough place to stay and left, it became quite empty in Lambert's apartment. He didn't realise before just how lonely Lambert was since the night they met. Narinder's place also felt kinda empty, but he didn't dwell on it too much.

#and they were roommates #oh god they were roommates #cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl au #cult of the lamb au #cotl gang au #cotl narilamb #narilamb #cotl narinder #cult of the lamb narinder #cotl red district #red district au

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emilylprentiss · 7 months

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emily: *minding her own business and packing up to go home* jj: 👁️🫦👁️

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tired-demonspawn · 2 months

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seriál: "a měli intenzivní trampské kamarádství!"

já: "ó můj bože měli intenzivní trampské kamarádství"

#to se vysvětlí soudruzi #čumblr #česky #intenzivní trampské kamarádství #and they were roommates #oh my god they were roommates

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space-invading-pigeon · 2 years

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Modern au

Steve absolutely refuses to let anyone know where he lives. He loves his family, he really does, but they have no sense of privacy. And he hasn't actually told them about his roommate, Eddie.

Eddie, who calls him sweetheart, baby, darling, doll, princess, or Stevie instead of just Steve.

Eddie, who bakes brownies when Steve says he's had a bad day because "chocolate makes everything better, Stevie".

Eddie, who burst into Steve's bedroom during their first week living together holding a knife because he thought Steve was being killed. Who, every night since, comes into Steve's room to comfort him after a night terror.

Eddie, who practically holds his hand through one-shots so that Steve can learn to play Dustin's stupid dragon game.

Eddie, who bullies Steve about how long it takes for him to do his hair, only to blush and ask Steve to do his hair too "Curls are hard, Stevie, don't you love me?" He'll plead, shaking his clasped hands together while Steve tries not to snort at the frankly ridiculous display.

Eddie, who shuffles through the apartment in the mornings with his eyes closed, leaning against anything near him until he has at least a half pot of coffee.

Eddie, who Steve is hopelessly in love with. He's not ready for his family to know just how pitiful he is to love someone who he could never hope would love him back.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things headcanons #the party #oh my god they were roommates #roommates au

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rottenaero · 1 year

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AO3

Part 1

Part 4

Part 6

Part 5 of the roommates idea

Okay okay, so before this starts, a lot of people have mentioned me posting this on ao3, and my question is if you guys mean it as it is, or if I should make two or three new parts to make up for the first part.

Because in the first part, we miss a lot of possible moments between Steve and Eddie since it skips to the basic idea.

This whole thing was meant to be a messy and quick way to get my ideas out, but then people ended up actually liking it, and well, I just want you guys to like the outcome.

Basically, I wanna know if I should;

A.Post it on ao3 as is

B. Post it on ao3 with two to maybe four parts instead of the original post, and have me do part six after I make those. (I'm a decently quick writer when I'm motivated, all these parts so far have been within a day or two)

C. Make the parts instead of the original post, and have this be a big one-shot on ao3(meaning it wouldn't be posted on there until this is finished)

I am really leaning towards B, just cause I wanna do those interactions (one of which would be Eddie coming out to Steve), but I wanna see what you guys think first.

This whole thing is kinda a wreck cause I don't usually post fics on Tumblr but hopefully it will get better with time.

After Dustin explains the upside down, and Eddie talks about what really happened, they come to a sort of agreement.

Eddie was to stay at the boathouse, and someone would occasionally come over with a supply of drinks and food.

Steve, of course, despised this, because Eddie is his best friend-(And who was he kidding? Goddamn crush, too)-dammit, but he let the plan go on anyway.

Before they left, Steve turned to Eddie, brows pinched together.

“Stay safe, alright? If you get hurt because you do something stupid, I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

Eddie laughed, loud and full, “Kinda counterproductive, aye sweetheart?”

He stopped when Steve didn’t laugh or make a joke back. “I’ll be fine, and I’ll walkie if things go to shit.”

“Good.” Steve gave him a little peck on the corner of his lips, “Don’t die, man. Can’t take care of these little shits by myself.”

He turned to face Max, and a gaping Dustin and Robin.

“Lets go, nerds”

Steve stared at the ground, unblinking.

One of his kids were gonna die.

Eddie had had apparently left the boathouse

Eddie was being hunted.

Two more students have been murdered.

He licked his lips, and his eyes flicked up to watch Powell talk about the town hall meeting.

They were royally fucked.

“Dustin, can you hear me? Wheeler? Stevie?”

Steve’s eyes widened and he turned around in time to see Dustin snatch the walkie.

“Eddie, holy shit. Are you okay?”

The walkie took a second to crackle back to life.

“Nah man, pretty uh, pretty goddamn far from okay.”

“Where is he?”Nancy asked, already halfway back into the car.

“Where are you?”

“Skull Rock, Steve knows it.”

Steve smiled, grabbing the walkie and clicking down on the button, “Hold on tight, Ed-stefer, we’re on our way.” He tossed it back to Dustin before turning to Nancy.

“I’m driving.”

She scrunched her nose, but didn’t question it and swapped to the passenger's side.

“Dude, I’m telling you, you’re leading us the wrong way.”

“It’s North, I’m positive! I checked the map.”

Steve sighed and pinched his nose, “This is literally Eddie and I’s spot, we come here all the time.”

“That doesn’t have to do with it being a make-out spot, does it?” Lucas asked hesitantly from his spot in the back.

“Jesus, no Sinclair, this does not have to do with- Eddie and I are just friends.”

Robin scoffed, “Didn’t you kiss him earlier?” She asked.

“As friends. He doesn’t like me like that.”

“Right, but you like him like that, though?”

“Oh wow, suddenly we’re here, y’know, at the place you said we weren’t gonna end up at?” Steve yelped, gesturing broadly at the rocks around him.

Lucas has to physically bite his lip to keep from mentioning that he had absolutely picked that up from Eddie, or that Eddie had picked it up from him.

“See? You little butthead, I was right.”

Theres a rustle of leaves and then,

“I concur, you, Dustin Henderson, are a total butthead.”

Steve turned to face the man and almost collapsed in relief, hes not hurt.

“Jesus Eddie, we thought you were a goner.” Dustin sighed, as he made his way past Steve to hug Eddie.

“Yeah, me too man. Me too.”

The hug goes on for maybe ten seconds before Eddie’s pulling back and bringing Steve into a side one, you know, like some kind of dad. “I tried calling you guys, but uh…”

His face turned sheepish and he stepped back a bit to grab some water from a canister. “My walkie was busted, man.”

“Drenched.” He adds in after a second, laughing a bit.

He took another sip from the bottle before wiping and extra drops away from his mouth. “So, uh, I did the thing that I do now apparently. I ran.” He let out another laugh, this one was a little bit more self-deprecating.

“Do you know what time this was? The attack.”

Eddie perked up, and grabbed at his wrist, “ Yeah, no, I um, know exactly what time it was.”

He held up a watch, the dials on it weren’t moving. “My walkie wasn’t the only thing that got soaked.”

“9:27…”

“Same times our flashlights went kablooey.” Robin says, and her eyes light up like she connected the dots.

Steve hadn’t, “Which means what exactly?”

“That that surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick.”

Steve half-zoned out, silently going through the events in his head, while maintaining conversation.

“Skull Rock was North.”

“An electromagnetic field.”

“What say you, Eddie the Banished?”

Steve tuned back in, a hundred percent now. He turned to look at Eddie, who was still crouching, and damn how did his back not hurt?

“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor,” Steve perked up, he kind of knew this one, “-which, if I’m totally straight with you, I think it’s a really bad idea.”

And Steve nodded along, because yeah, this was a terrible idea.

“But uh, the Shire, the Shire is burning, so Mordor it is.”

He whistled at Eddie when everyone got up, and he was by Steve’s side in seconds.

“You’re not hurt or anything, are you? Cause you don’t look it but…”He trailed off, and Eddie grinned.

“I am all-good Steve-O.” Steve nodded, “Good, good.”

Suddenly, there was a sharp gasp from right next to him, “Were you, perhaps, worried?!” Steve kicked a rock instead of answering.

It just made Eddie’s grin widen further.

“You totally were! Stevie Harrington, The-Former-King-Of-Hawkins turned sweetheart, worrying over lil-ol-Eddie-The-Freak-Munson!”

Steve scoffed, “ First off, I’d like to think I’ve always been a sweetheart, second off, keep it in your pants, dude.”

Eddie cackled, leaning into his side, “Yeah, yeah! You’re right. You’ve kinda been like that for the past two years, Mr.Eddie-Cant-Carry-A-Fucking-Hot-Pan-Anymore.” He laughed, ignoring the second part of Steve’s statement.

He huffed, “Just don’t want you getting hurt.”

Eddie booped his nose, “Yeah yeah, you’re just you like that.”

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