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holdmeclosertinytaron · 2 years

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These Arms of Mine

A/N: After Taron's lovely Instagram stories this afternoon, I was whacked over the head with the inspiration bat and I couldn't be more grateful. After messaging @brayndilyn I knew what I had to do. And almost three hours and 2,000 words later I give you domestic Taron vibes.

Word Count: 1,744

Warnings: Fluff, alcohol consumption, explicit language (mild)

As you made your way up the short cobbled path that led from the main road to your front door, you could hear the soft thumping of Motown music playing from inside. You knew in an instant that it meant your husband was dancing around the kitchen; his speciality. The thought alone brought a smile to your face and washed away the sour mood you’d gained from working. It didn’t, unfortunately, wash away the pain that burned into the bottom of your feet and up your calves. No amount of Motown or your dancing husband could ever wash that away.

It had been an insanely long, tedious day at work and all you wanted to do was climb onto the sofa with a fluffy blanket and a glass of wine to watch an episode of Gilmore Girls with Taron. That or to climb into bed and sleep until the weekend when you had plans to go out with friends. Either one would be ideal.

The front door felt heavy as you pushed it open and you slumped into the hallway, letting it close abruptly behind you. You quickly tossed your keys into the bowl by the door where Taron’s were, shrugged your coat from your shoulders and dropped it to the floor with your bag. Holding onto the wall with one hand to balance yourself, you lifted your feet one at a time and removed the heels that had been causing intense pain, rubbing the balls of your feet momentarily in hopes of gaining some relief.

Just as you had assumed, Motown played from the kitchen and you could hear your husband singing along gently to the song playing. The house smelled of fried onions and your mouth watered instantly at the scent. After slipping on your slippers that Taron had left near the door for you, you trudged through the downstairs of the house until you reached the kitchen, standing in the doorway and watching Taron.

He hadn’t heard you come in over the music and you loved that it gave you the chance to watch him for a few seconds; dancing around the large kitchen with a glass of wine in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other. Underneath the black apron that you’d bought him the previous Christmas, he wore a grey t-shirt underneath a nude coloured overshirt, a pair of comfy slacks on the bottom half. His feet donned the matching pair to your slippers and he had no socks on; an indication that he hadn’t left the house that day.

‘And I'll spend my life making love to you.’ he sang quietly, spinning around on the balls of his feet and coming to a halt when he saw you in the doorway, a playful smile on his face. ‘How long have you been standing there?’

‘Long enough,’ you smiled, walking over to him and planting a kiss on his lips. ‘I’m going to hold you to that, by the way.’

‘I wouldn’t have it any other way.’

‘Something smells good,’ you commented, peering over his shoulder to the stove where he had multiple pans on the go at once. ‘What are you cooking? I’ll help.’

‘Red onion risotto with a white wine sauce and mushrooms.’ He kissed you again and walked over to the cabinet so that he could grab you a wine glass, passing it to you with the bottle of open white wine so that you could pour yourself a glass.

‘That sounds heavenly. What can I do to help?’

‘No babe, you just pour yourself some wine and get off your feet. It’s not going to be long.’

You didn’t need to be told twice. After pouring yourself a large glass of wine you lifted yourself onto one of the bar stools at the small breakfast island, pressing your feet onto the cold metal bar and relieving some of the pain.

‘I see you’ve already had a glass,’ you smirked, tilting your head to the glass that he had in his hand. ‘Had to pour myself a large one just to keep up.’

He chuckled to himself, taking a quick sip and watching you let the first drop fall onto your tongue. ‘You see, I had to make sure that it was good enough for the sauce, didn’t I? Can’t exactly give my wife mediocre sauce. That’s grounds for divorce.’

‘Thankfully for you I’m far too tired to file for divorce. So you’re stuck with me for a little longer yet.’

‘Damn it.’ You scoffed playfully at him as he laughed boisterously. ‘I couldn’t be stuck with you even if we were in a one square foot room for an entire year. How’s your day been?’

Your eyes rolled on their own accord and you sighed loudly, letting the stresses of the day leave your body. A new song started to play and Taron turned back to the stove. Though you knew he was still listening as he’d stopped dancing and wasn’t singing along.

‘Karen-’

‘Nothing good can come from you saying her name at the very beginning of your story. What’s she done today, babe?’ He turned to you with a sympathetic smile, taking another sip of his wine and stepping towards you.

‘She had me running from floor to floor trying to find one singular piece of paperwork which wouldn’t have been so bad because it meant I was wasting time but the lift doesn’t work between floors five and eight and those were the floors I needed to get to. I feel like I’ve been on the stairmaster for twelve hours straight. My feet are bloody killing me.’

Taron sighed sadly, offering you an apology with a single look.

‘No matter what myself and Dawn from accounting were telling her, she just wouldn’t accept that Dawn didn’t get it. Turns out she hadn’t even sent it. So for over an hour I’d been running around like a headless chicken for no reason. Up and down three flights of stairs countless times to the point where I actually had to take a break at one point. I just sat on the stairs for five minutes and rubbed my feet.’

It felt good to get your frustrations out. There was no pressure. Taron continued to cook and make sure that your food wasn’t burning, the music continued to fill the room and you were able to relax and finally feel like you were able to stop for a minute. ‘Oh and then to make matters so much worse, Josh and Caroline are incompetent arseholes and I’m going to get ‘mug’ tattooed on my forehead.’

‘And why’s that?’

‘Because no matter what happens or how many times I tell them what I need doing and when, I’m still rallying around at the last minute to get stuff done. I needed the files from last year organising for the meeting I had this afternoon and did either of them do it? No, they organised them in the completely wrong order and I spent a solid fifteen minutes before the meeting in a panic with every single file on the floor in the corridor going over them and putting them in the order they needed to be in. What’s that thing where someone does something bad on purpose so that they don’t have to do it again? Incompetent something or other.’

‘Weaponised incompetence?’

‘That one! That’s what they were doing today. So yeah, Karen was just her usual bitchy self and I’m a mug. How was your day?’

Taron turned away from the food and took a deep breath. ‘A lot less interesting than yours. I spent most of it tidying your office for you so you didn’t have to do it before the weekend. I know you stress over it being messy. But you aren’t a mug. The company and people treat you like one but you aren’t. You’re just so good at your job that they think they can get away with it. You need to start putting your foot down.’

‘I know,’ you sighed, tilting your glass enough that you could finish what wine was left in it. ‘God that is good wine. Fancy another?’

Silently, Taron passed you his glass and moved to change the song, wanting something a little different. These Arms of Mine by Otis Redding started to play gently through the speaker and Taron turned to you with a sweet smile. He grabbed his wine glass from the table and held out his hand for you to take, carefully helping you down from the stool and to the middle of the kitchen floor.

He held his empty arm around your waist and pulled you into his front, swaying you to the music with his eyes trained on yours. He watched you intently as you danced slowly around the kitchen, a smile of adoration on your face at all times.

‘These arms of mine, they are burning / burning from wanting you,’ he sang delicately, taking a small sip of his wine before leaning down to rest his forehead on yours. ‘These arms of mine, they are wanting / wanting to hold you.’

Your feet moved slowly around his, following his every step as he guided you around the kitchen, singing to you in a low voice, eyes on yours and heart beating rapidly against your chest. Every single day you were reminded as to why you fell in love with him, and every single day you couldn’t believe that he loved you back.

‘What did I ever do to get so lucky?’ You whispered, mostly to yourself. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too. I love you so much that if you weren’t already my wife, I’d get down on one knee and ask you to marry me again and again and again. Day after day. Until the end of time.’

You smiled, moving forward to press your lips to his in a tender kiss, blindly reaching behind him to put your glass of wine on the counter so that you could hold his face to yours. ‘And I’d say yes again and again. Day after day. Until the end of time.’

‘And I, I, I need you, I need your tender lips, to hold me / together when I’m right with you.’ He kissed you again, slowly and with purpose, putting his glass with yours so that he could hold you properly. ‘These arms of mine were made to hold you.’

#taron egerton #taron egerton imagine #taron egerton imagines #taron egerton sex #taron egerton blurbs #taron egerton fanfiction #taron egerton writing #my writing #this felt so good to write #I've missed writing #and I may be falling back into it again #I hope so #thank you Taron for cooking tonight #I appreciate it

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aprilqueen84 · 1 year

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So I've written over 600 words on my new CS New Years Eve story! 100 of which were written today! I forgot how much I've missed writing! Hopefully this is the beginning of many more storing and working on my WIP's that I have!

#captain swan #my writing #writing process #cs fic #I've missed writing

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gag-me-munson · 1 year

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I thought working on my one-shot would take me like... half a day instead of the week-long thing it's becoming 🤧🤧🤧

On my other account I could whip out writing so fast but maybe I'm just learning to finally take my time at something lol

Anyways, The Party will be out soon and I do hope it turns you on, makes you horny or you just enjoy the writing, idk

#musings #i had a dream about the idea I'm writing for #so that's just fueled my creativity #I've missed writing #so much

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lightasthesun · 4 months

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Comprehensive Lexicon Guide for First-Time SW Fic Readers:

Flimsi/Flimsiplast = Paper

Flimsiwork/Datawork = Paperwork

Stylus = Pen

Datapad = Tablet

Comlink/Comm = Communication Device/Phone

Binders = Handcuffs

Chronometer = Clock

Spectacles = Eyeglasses

Chrono = Watch

Conservator = Refrigerator

Caf = Coffee

Nerfburger = Hamburger

Blue milk = Milk (literally blue)

Hubba chips = French Fries

Sweet roll = Doughnut

Flatcakes = Pancakes

Tabac = Tobacco

HoloNet = World Wide Web

Holovision/HoloTV = Television

Holodrama/Holovids = Movie/Videos

Holocamera/Holocam = Camera

Holomap = three-dimensional map

Holojournal = Newspaper

Holocube = Picture frame

Holotable = Projector

Holoscanner = X-ray machine

Holojournalist = Reporter

Flatholo/Holograph = Photograph

Sonic Damper = Active Noise Cancellation

Refresher/Fresher= Bathroom

Sonic Bath = Bath

Sanisteam/Sonic shower = Waterless Shower

Hydrospanner = Wrench

Hydro Flask = Water Bottle

Power Cell/Energy Cell = Batteries

Authorization Chip = Decryption key

Datatape = Disk

Datastick = Flash drive

(Personal) Com Code = Phone number

Datachip = SD Card

Synthflesh = Synthetic skin

Glowrod = Flashlight

Sparkstick = Match

Slugthrower = Gun

Slug = Bullet

Vibroblade = a blade that can vibrate at high frequencies, increasing its cutting power and penetrating ability (tactical knife)

Rangefinder = Rifle scope

Turbolaser = Cannon

Ion pike/Vibropike = Spear

Electro Staff = Stun baton

Blaster = Pistol/Rifle

Stun Blaster = similar to a Taser

Landspeeder/Airspeeder/Speeder = Car

Turbolift = Elevator

Slideramp = Escalator

Starfighter = Fighter jet

Rotorcraft = Helicopter

Hoverpack/Jetpack= Jet pack

Speeder Bike = Motorcycle

Skylane = Traffic lane

Railspeeder/Hovertrain = Train

Power Chair/Hoverchair= Wheelchair

Windscreen = Windshield

Podracing = Car racing

Dejarik = Chess

Sabacc = Poker and Blackjack combined

Galactic Rebels = Combat simulator

B'shingh = Dungeons and dragons

Jizz = Jazz music

Wailer = Singer (ie. Jizz Wailer)

Cantina = Bar or Pup

Para Sailing = Paragliding

Aurebesh = Alphabet

Credits = Money

Sleeping Pallet = Bedroll

Naming Day = Birthday

Youngling = Child

Galactic Basic Standard/ Basic = English

Medkit/Medpac = First aid kit

Hypo = Syringe

Medic/Healer = Doctor

Medcenter = Hospital

Bactapatch = Bandaid

Nanoweave = Fabric

Transparisteel = Glass

Plastifoam = Packing material

Durasteel = Steel

Plasteel = Plastic

Duracrete = Concrete

Slicer = Hacker (slicing = hacking)

Identikit = Passport

Minder = Therapist

Synthleather = Vinyl

Viewport = Window

Cooling Unit = Air-conditioning

Honeydarter = Bee

Slythmonger = Drugdealer

Spice = Drugs

Stimpill = Caffeine pill

Power Socket = Plug

Cutters = Scissors

Cycle = Day

Standard Cycle = 24h

Standard Week = 5 days

Standard Month = 35 standard days

Standard Year = approx. ten months

Tenday = literally ten days

Cigarras/Smokes = Cigarettes

Click = Kilometer or 'a moment'

Parsec = a unit of distance

Tweezers/Clanker/tin head/tinnie = Droid

Separatist = Seppie

Promise Ring = Wedding Ring

Body Glove = Jumpsuit

Slicksuit = Wet suit

Civvies = Civilian clothing

Carbonite = a metal alloy used to freeze a person in a state of hibernation

Hyperdrive = device that allows a starship to travel faster than lightspeed

Moisture vaporator = device that can extract water from the air, commonly used on tatooine

Glareshades = Sunglasses

Gasser = Gas Oven

Repulsorlift = technology that can create an anti-gravity field and is used for levitating heavy objects

Heating unit = Heater

Utility Droid = Roomba

Sunbonnet = a Clone trooper helmet

Bad Batcher = a defective Clone Trooper

Banthabrain = birdbrain/ a stupid person

Bantha fodder = waste of space/nonsense

Blast! = word of exclamation

Blasted! = s.o in anger or annoyance

Blaster-brained = dimwitted

Blaster fodder = cannon fodder

Blast off = Piss off

Brainless = Stupid

Bug/Bugger = used to refer to Geonosians

Forceforsaken = godforsaken

Full of Poodoo = full of shit

Poodoo = Shit

Kriff = Fuck

Jedi scum = derogatory term for jedi

Kark = derogatory expletive

Larty = LAAT/i gunship

Laserbrain = insult

Meat droid = derogatory term for Clone Troopers

Redrobes = Palpatines guard

Rookie/Shinie = newly recruited Trooper

Scum = insult to refer to bounty hunters/rebels

Sharpie = Sharp-witted

Sithspawn/Sithspit/Hellspawn! = expletive

Sleemo = Slimeball

Son of a bantha = insult

Wizard! = Cool

Spaced = dead

Hutt-spawn = Bastard

Karabast = exclamation of dismay

Stang = Crap

Buckethead/Bucketbrain = derogatory term for Stormtroopers

Bucket = Helmet

Nat-born = Natural Born

Roger Roger = affirmative/copy that

Droid poppers = EMP grenade

Sitrep = short for situation report

Backwater Planet = any planet that isn't part of the core system

Holocron = device that can project a three-dimensional image of a person/object and is used for communication or entertainment.

Kessel Run = a risky Operation. Commonly used as a metaphor in impossible situations.

Thermal Detonator= device that can create a powerful explosion like a grenade or bomb

Ray Shield/Energy Shield = creates a (protective) barrier

Rebreather = device that allows a person to breathe underwater or in toxic environments

Phrases:

Wild goose chase = wild bantha chase

That's bantha shit = that's bullshit

As slippery as a greased Dug = untrustworthy

Credit for your thoughts = penny for your thoughts

Cut the poodoo = cut the crap

to get your gills in a twist = get upset about something

Holy mother of meteors = holy mother of god

Oh my skies/ Oh my stars = exclamation of surprise

Stars' end! = exclamation of disbelief

What in the blue blazes = exclamation

When Geonosis freezes over/When it snows on tatooine = extremely unlikely

Who pissed in your power supply = who pissed you off

Blast it = damn it

By the maker = exclamation of surprise

Great karking Dragon = expression of disbelief

Lothcat got your tongue = equivalent of 'cat got your tongue?'

Sod it = expression of frustration

#shitpost incoming #I'm converting my friend into a star wars fan so I thought why not make a dictionary for every new fic reader lmao #star wars #writing star wars #star wars languages #star wars lore #im definitely missing some but these are words I've seen most commonly used in fanfic #userlumi #writing star wars fic #aurebesh #galactic basic Standard #as long as one person finds this post helpful it was worth it #youre all welcome to add to it #im stopping now coz otherwise I'mma clog the dash

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fortunescaling · 1 year

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❝ there’s quite a lot about me you don’t know. ❞

Hayden hadn’t yet spoken a word since he called, his gaze hadn’t left the horizon either since they’d arrived at their newly found comfort spot, for a late evening coffee, a long summer night conversation, or just an escape from the drama and the restlessness of everyday life. An hidden rooftop, towering the quieter outskirts of the city where grass and trees had started blooming and added a touch of life and colours to the rocky and dusty abandoned building. A little breathe of fresh air amid a jungle of concrete where pollution, be it visual, auditive or sensory, was an exhausting and hitching constant.

Not your conventional garden of eden, but their new hideout had slowly started to grow on Jugram - not without a bit of skepticism and protests. He liked to think it fitted them in some ways.

Jugram’s gaze shifted to Hayden’s barely touched drink, his gaze locked pensively into the horizon where the last bit of sunlight started drifting away. Jugram didn’t dare break the almost meditative silent they both soaked in peacefully and asked what weighted his friend’s mind. Sometimes silent and a friendly, comforting presence was all what one wanted to soothe or contemplate one's turmoils of the mind. Jugram knew that feeling better than anyone. He liked that his friend shared in his appreciation for necessary silent and the lack of an urge to fill every pauses with mundane rambles. Hayden, however, remained far more extroverted and open about his innermost feelings than Jugram ever would be. He trusted that if he friend needed to talk he would, whenever he felt ready.

After the night completely took over the city, he did and Jugram leaned an attentive ear. 'Does you refer to the Shinigami or the person before that.’ His eyes slipped to side, trying to read the mood from the corner of his eye without coming off as too inquisitive and overwhelming.

There was indeed a lot he didn’t know about Hayden, especially where his life as a human was concerned. He made brief of mentions of it, but never dwell into any details of it. Like Jugram never dwell into details of his own before the military. He assumed his friend's memories to be bound with painful, perhaps even traumatic experiences, and so he'd thus far refrained from prying.

#burderenedreverance #verse ; post-war #ty for sending <3 #i've missed writing

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ragdoll127-ffxiv · 1 year

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It is finally Complete. This damn thing has taken me over a month to finish (I'm rusty, okay?) and ended up being about 4x a long as I had originally intended, but I think I'm overall pretty happy with it.

I still have to go over it one more time, cuz I actually haven't read it through all together. And I'm still debating if I just want to post it here (in parts of course) or if I want to brave putting it up on AO3 (probably still in parts). Part of me wants to go the AO3 route and just create a new account so my old stuff can't be tracked down and connected to me....

But we'll see. I know there's at least one paragraph that needs a minor rework, but at the very least it will go up here once that's done. I'm very excited to share it. 😊

#just fanfic things #holy crap you guys i feel accomplished #I've missed writing #one down three to go

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mee-op · 2 years

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i'm going to be visiting family for a while so i won't be able to study as hard. might write something.

#i've missed writing #i've gotten so many ideas but i refused to start cuz i'd never finish my wips

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carolinanadeau · 3 months

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"this female character is underdeveloped" TO YOU. I can read subtext and I know all about her backstory and her rich inner life. also she told me personally

#I honestly think that one of the most enriching and rewarding parts of writing fanfiction is getting to #fully flesh out and explore a character who gets some but not-quite-enough characterization in canon #unless the character is REALLY minor there are always so many threads to pull out and weave into something new #you can even deconstruct the marketing materials! oh this character is only described as 'beautiful'? wonder how she feels about that hmmm #my original post #writing #fanfic #I'm just really proud of what I've been able to do with Miss T. it's almost all right there in the script and lyrics if you'd only look!

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icantbeseenlikethisonmymain · 4 months

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Me to my brain: oH my FUCKING god I KNOW she's hot please for the love of all that is holy LET ME LIVE

my brain: LOOK AT HER SMIRK. LOOK AT IT. LOOK AT IT FUCKING LOOK YOURE NOT LOOKIN YOU BITCH--

#what does my brain fucking want??#THE BRAINROT HAS TO END AT SOME POINT RIGHT #I've got a fucking paper to write and yet all I can come up with are s2 theories and shitty hcs #blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu brainrot #mizu bes #mizu come home the kids miss you #bes #blueeyesamurai

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 11 months

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Why would you—That's not—I just wanted to ask for help, why did you have to go and make it awkward???

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #xue yang #Its such a relief to not have to draw so many characters once again.#Redrawing the specific font from the English translated mdzs books was surprisingly fun!#Maybe I'm alone in this...but I think characters switching to a different font of speech for *emphasis* is peak comedy #you can't communicate voice changes of sound very well in non audio forms so this is the best I can do.#Anyways...rip Xue Yang. You finally meet your idol and he brushes you off #Rather— he doesn't live up to the expectations you built in your head #Kind of an on going issue there Jester (I refuse to call him king or sir)#XY is constantly making people out to be the versions he needed them to be to feel justified in his actions #but struggles to pivot when confronted with the fact that these ppl are *more* than just one surface reading!#wwx doesn't actually think xy is flirting. He's just tired of all the fake fans + wants to get out of this convo.#button mashing the A button to skip the unskippable cutscene #Lan Wangji is in the next comic btw. I've missed him dearly. I'm sorry he's been gone so long </3 #edit: poorly spelt MDZS strikes again. This is why I need more time to write my comics. So I can actually proofread B*(#edit2: I cast 'Power of Technology' and fixed my error. Everyone reblog this version instead please

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emlovessid · 24 days

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@jegulus-microfic april 7, regret, 232 words

“I just – I don’t want you to miss out on anything,” Regulus stammers.

“What on earth would I be missing out on?” James bursts out, his voice bordering on shouting.

“I don’t know! But you’re going off to university and I don’t want you to feel like you’re holding back because I’m still here. I don’t want you to regret anything.”

Regulus can feel the tightness in his throat and tears begin to burn in his eyes. Looking up, he tries to will them away, tries to push on and see this through, even though it’s breaking his heart to do so.

His eyes shoot to James’ when he feels a hand on his chin, tilting it down until they’re face to face.

There’s a smile on James’ lips and tears in his eyes as he says through a laugh, “Reg. God, you’re an idiot. You’re trying to break up with me because you’re worried you’re going to hold me back?”

Regulus only nods, not trusting his voice.

“I love you, so much it’s bordering on pathetic. And I’m going to spend the next year missing you every second of every day, but I would never regret that. Okay?”

Nodding again, Regulus feels a single tear escape the corner of his eye. James catches it with his thumb before it can fall too far, leaning down to bring their lips together.

“Okay.”

#hello microfics #i've missed you <3 #jegulus #jegulus fic #marauders #sometimes i write things

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shares-a-vest · 5 months

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@steddiemas Day 16: Angst-Themed (Saturday Sentence Starters)

wc: 1k | Rated: T | cw: Steve’s parents are arguing (he is overhearing it briefly but there are some descriptions of yelling), toxic family dynamics, unstable marriage, cheating

Tags: Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unstable Marriage, Toxic Family Dynamics, Cheating

“I don’t want to fight with you, Caroline,” Steve hears his father bellow from downstairs, “Not tonight.”

He snaps his comic closed and tosses it on the floor.

Steve has no idea what his parents are arguing about. Hell, they don’t even need an excuse these days, he thinks. Someone can so much as fart and it will start a goddamn screaming match.

He guesses he shouldn’t be surprised. It’s the holidays and his parents are both off work until the beginning of the New Year. It’s snowing heavy out so they can’t go down to the Martens’ house – their best friends-come-buffer zones.

“Oh, John!” his mother chides before there is a lower muffle that he can’t quite make out.

While being hard of hearing allows him not to hear anything below a shout, the broken argument is still frustrating.

His parents might not need an excuse to fight, but he’d still like to know what it’s about. Gain intel for the inevitable coming days of being stuck in the middle.

Steve has a few guesses as to what it could be.

His mother bought a new car with her Christmas bonus finally topping up her bank account and thus justifying an indulgent and expensive purchase. His father always hates that.

Steve smirks.

If his father didn’t like that kind of independence, why did he marry a high-paid lawyer?

But, the more likely scenario considering his father’s apparent insistence he ‘doesn’t want to fight’ is that he is cheating again.

Cindy, his secretary, or someone new – take your pick.

The telltale signs have been there for a month or two. A renewed cheery attitude, longer office hours, a fresh haircut and new clothes.

Actually, now that he thinks about it, it might be a little bit of a motivator behind his mother’s car purchase too –

“ – Cindy!” his mother shrieks.

Yep, there it is.

Steve rolls off the bed, planting his feet on the carpet right by his shoes.

“Fuck this,” he mutters, scooping up his keys and wallet from the nightstand.

He’s just about halfway to Forest Hills, driving at a snail’s pace because he can’t see for snow, when he begins to regret his decision to leave the house.

Maybe he shouldn’t just barge in on the Munsons unannounced. Like sure, his friendship with Eddie is… teetering on not being entirely platonic. But this might be too much.

He always thought it was too much when he’d walk down to stay at Carol Perkins’ house for an impromptu sleepover. And there was always this awkward, knowing going on with the Wheeler’s when he was dating Nancy and spending a lot of time just hanging about.

Lingering for too long in the kitchen chatting to Karen or watching a game with Ted until the guy started snoring too loud to hear the commentators.

It was all there but largely unspoken.

Only Robin knows the details. And even then, he’s sure that her father’s friendliness towards him was partly due to his daughter telling him all about the trouble at the ‘ol Harrington house. He doesn’t blame his best friend for likely doing so. And he doesn’t consider it blabbing, either. Robin’s parents – her whole family – are amazing.

But some of his parent’s shit is stupid at best, hard to take at worst.

And he is scared to let Eddie in on it.

It’s too much.

He’s too much.

Being a Harrington is too much.

Wayne answers the door with a cup of cocoa that seems glued to his left hand in winter.

“Steve,” he says, voice gruff as ever despite a warm smile.

“Hi,” he replies, looking down at his snow-covered boots, “Eddie in?”

Of course, he’s in, his van is parked outside.

Steve can feel the warmth from inside the trailer. See the twinkle of lights from the Munson’s small, but heavily-decorated, Christmas tree. The smell of cocoa overpowering the ever-present hint of cigarettes.

“Eddie!” Wayne calls over his shoulder, “Steve’s here.”

In a flash, Eddie runs to the front door and practically bumps into his uncle.

“Come in!” he insists, wide-eyed as he looks past his shoulder at the falling snow.

And before Steve can even step in, Eddie is pulling him by his parka sleeve. He only just manages to scrape off his boots on the ‘Home Sweet Home’ adorned welcome mat.

“What some cocoa?” Eddie offers, eliciting a grumble from Wayne.

“I asked if you wanted some,” he chides.

“But Steve might want some,” Eddie grins.

“How about I heat up a pot now, and whoever wants some’s got it?” Wayne suggests, pursing his lips at Eddie and moving to the stove before his nephew can make any more requests.

“Follow me,” Eddie says, grabbing his hand, “I made cookies.”

He wiggles his brows and begins leading Steve to the kitchen.

As he is pulled along, Steve tries not to think about the fact that they are holding hands. Or how he wishes his fifteen-minute-ago Self had thought to bring an overnight bag and allowed himself to assume the Munsons would allow him to stay the night.

But it might be even harder to stop himself from squeezing his friend’s hand and lacing his fingers with Eddie’s.

Eddie lets go of his hand to gesture to the tray of Christmas-themed shapes, all looking a little too dark for gingerbread as they rest on the kitchen island.

“Pick one, Big Boy,” Eddie beams.

Steve reaches for a reindeer, flexing his fingers as he goes and commits the feeling of Eddie’s rings to memory.

“No!” Eddie shrieks, lightly smacking his hand enough that he drops it, leaving the cookie to snap in half as it falls back onto the tray, “His antlers are broken.”

“Christ, boy!” Wayne curses, stirring the pot on the stovetop.

Okay, a tree then…

“The star is missing!”

A bell?

“That was already snapped in half when I got them out of the oven”, Eddie admits with a tight-lipped smile.

Steve places his hands on his hips and rolls his eyes. To him, they all look at least a little crumbly – some he would even describe as lightly charred.

“How about you pick one for me then, Betty Crocker?” he chuckles.

Eddie giggles, twirling a lock of his hair as he carefully considers the tray of mostly broken, dry cookies.

He watches Eddie for a long enough time that Wayne pushes a mug into his hand, the warmth of Eddie’s hand remaining in place due to the heat of the cocoa. It’s a Chicago Cubs mug, one that he finds himself holding at some point each time he is here as if Wayne considers it Steve’s own.

He smiles for the first time in three days.

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