#fic: little moments

[zuppizup]

Little Moments 6.0

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“Where’s Callum?”

Rayla sighs in relief as Soren joins them for breakfast and asks the question that’s been plaguing her since she got to the table. Ezran had been deep in conversation with the Chief of the Tidebounds and she hadn’t wanted to be rude by interrupting them. It seems Soren has no qualms about such things.

“Eh, I’m not sure. He was gone when I woke up.” Ezran looked over from his conversation, eyes darting to Rayla’s.

She shrugged at Ezran and Soren, feeling a little deflated. And maybe a little concerned.

Callum could look after himself, she knew this. She’d seen him performing a number of spells since they started this journey. Still, it made her uneasy to think no-one knew where he was.

She pushed her fruit around her plate and tried to pay attention to the conversation and not look around constantly for any sign of him.

— — —

Callum’s back at the hut when they all return after breakfast. He seems surprised to see them return, shoving his bag under his bed hastily and looking flustered

“Where’ve you been?” Soren asks, not seeming to pick up on Callum’s nervousness.

Rayla can see Ezran does, a little frown on his face as they both wait to see if Callum’s going to answer.

He shrugs, smoothing the blankets on the bed and avoiding everyone’s eyes. “Eh, I went for a walk.”

“Before breakfast?” Soren falls back into his bed, yawning and stretching.

“I often go on walks before breakfast.” Callum sounds defensive and Rayla once again can’t help but worry.

“You guys got much packing to do?” Ezran changes the subject and Rayla sees Callum relax a bit.

“Na, not much,” Rayla replies, trying to keep the conversation going as she gestures to her small collection of things at the foot of her bed. Stella is already rustling about in them, and Rayla shoos her away from her half packed bag, encouraging the little monkey to take up her usual place on her shoulder.

“Ugh, I have so much packing to do.” Soren groans, not moving from his place on the bed.

“What stuff do you even have?” Ezran laughs a little, walking over to inspect Soren’s stash.

Rayla risks a glance at Callum, finding him frowning at the bag under his bed. He sighs, eyes moving to her and starting when he finds her already watching him.

She blushes, embarrassed for being caught gawking. Smiling awkwardly for a moment, she tries to look busy with her bag. 

— — —

They troop down towards the shore together, a small gaggle of Tidebound kids running around and between them. Despite her initial reservations, she’s going to miss this place. It’s been nice to have some time to rest and, though they’re nowhere near where they were, it feels like she and Callum are growing a little closer, perhaps helped by the fact they’ve been able to relax.

She winces as the boat comes into view, bobbing merrily along side a rickety wooden dock. They don’t have far to sail today, just to the next island and they’ve been assured this vessel is fast, which it may well be, but it certainly doesn’t look stable.

Rayla feels her stomach lurch as they get closer and closer, her fear and anxiety making her pulse race and palms sweat.

It’s just a short journey. It’ll be over in no time…

The process of goodbyes takes longer than she thought, but somehow not long enough because she’d happily put off getting in that weird excuse for a boat as long as possible. She busies herself saying goodbye to the wee friends she’s made, accepting their sweet little gifts, as well as their hugs and kisses.

Her neck is adorned with leis of sweet smelling flowers, shells, and feathers as they finally finish. Ezran and Zym step onto the dock first, swiftly followed by Soren.

“Eh, Rayla?”

She turns around, surprised to see Callum standing a little awkwardly behind her. He’s similarly bestowed with gifts, the bright colours of the flowers around his neck a stunning contrast to his sun bronzed skin.

“Hey.” She feels her cheeks colour as she walks over to him. “Em, everything okay?”

He looks like he’s trying to find the right words and the anxiety of the boat is forgotten as she begins to worry about what he might want to discuss.

“I, eh, found this and I thought you might like it?” He holds out his hand to hers.

Instinctively, she reaches for whatever he’s found, blinking a little in confusion as she takes it in her hand. It’s a flower, much larger and more striking than the pretty little ones strung onto the leis around her neck.

It’s beautiful, no doubt but she’s not exactly sure why Callum thinks she might like it. It’s not like she’s expressed an interest in flowers before. Perhaps he merely thought it was pretty and thought she would too. Artistic eye and all that.

Anyway, it’s enough that Callum saw something and thought she’d like it.

“Thank you.” She smiles at the gift, then at Callum.

He’s watching her a little nervously, but he relaxes some and smiles back when their eyes meet. He bounces on the balls of his feet, looking around a little as he appears to think. “The boat…?” He points at it and Rayla looks over her shoulder, not exactly needing reminding.

“Yeah?” She turns back, wanting to spend as long as possible not thinking about the dumb boat.

“It looks a bit… small.” Callum seems concerned now. “Are you sure-”

“I’ll be fine,” she replies hastily, not wanting him to think she would prefer to stay behind or something.

“Oh, okay.” He shuffles awkwardly. “It’s just… I thought if you didn’t want to go in the boat, well, I could fly you across?”

Rayla feels her mouth drop open. Flying with Callum involves a lot more touching than they’ve done since she came back. “Oh.”

“You don’t have to, if you prefer the boat,” he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. “but I thought I’d offer, is all. But you don’t have to, you know, if you don’t want to.”

Rayla still is a little lost for words, the flower stupidly clutched in her hands and her mouth hanging open as her mind decides to focus solely on her having to wrap her arms and legs tightly around him in order for Callum to do as he’s proposing.

“And I know I wasn’t really very good before when we tried doing it, flying that is!” Callum is still mumbling, she realises. “Over a horizontal distance like this at least… I’m much stronger now and I’ve managed to fly Ezran around a bit so.. and you’re taller than him, well, obviously, but, you know, pretty skinny- Not that that’s bad, just, you know, you’re slim, but also strong so I think, if you didn’t want to do the boat thing, then I could fly you across.” He sighs, face beet red by now. “So, I thought I’d offer.”

Rayla blinks at him, still taking the entire rambling speech in, when she realises he’s looking at her expectantly. She looks at the short strait that separates them from the next island, more to give her mind a moment to slow down than to contemplate how she will answer Callum.

Even if she didn’t detest boats, flying across with him would be infinitely more desirable.

“Yes, of course.” She tries not to smile too widely, lest she look demented. “Thank you.”

Callum appears to relax a little, smiling himself.

Stella twitters, seemingly unimpressed with the lack of attention she is getting. Rayla turns to look at her, rolling her eyes as Stella pouts at her. “Perhaps an additional cuddle monkey might be too much of a distraction though.” She glances back at Callum. “I’ll let Ez carry her across on the boat?”

Callum eyes Stella skeptically, nodding. “Yeah, probably for the best.”

“Em,” Rayla looks at the flower in her hands, clutching it awkwardly in one as she tries to guide Stella down from her shoulder.

“Here.” Callum strides towards her, reaching for the flower in her hand. Confused, Rayla gives it back to him, immediately blushing when he raises his hands and nods at her ear. “May I?” Callum asks, holding the flower a fraction higher.

Not trusting her voice, Rayla can only nod as she tilts her head a fraction. Gently, Callum pushes the loose hair back from her face. Her heart thunders in her chest as he tucks the short stem behind her ear and rests the flower against her cheek. Observing his handiwork for a moment, he smiles at her, stepping back slowly.

“Are you coming or what?!”

She jumps as Soren shouts from the boat, sounding impatient.

Rayla laughs shyly, glancing at the dock. “I’ll give them Stella and tell them the plan.”

Callum merely nods, the small smile still in place.

Giddy and sure she is smiling like a complete idiot, Rayla hurries down the dock to the waiting boat, plucking Stella from her shoulder as she does so. “Em, we’re going to fly.” She hands Stella to a waiting Ezran. “Can you take her?”

“Both of you?” Soren looks confused, as he takes Bait from Ezran.

“Eh, yeah.” Rayla replies, shrugging and hoping they take her blush to be embarrassment over her fear of the water.

“No problem, Rayla.” Ezran replies quickly and she is once again impressed by how well he has taken to this whole diplomacy thing.

“Okay, well, see you there.” Rayla stands back to leave, wanting to both exit the awkward conversation and wanting to be back with Callum.

“Do Tidebounds celebrate Florere Day?” Soren asks as she is straightening up.

“What day?” Rayla momentarily forgets what she is doing, perplexed by Soren’s random question.

“The lily in your hair.” He points at her head. “It’s a thing in Katolis. Giving those flowers to people special to you on Florere Day. You have to pick them at sunrise or something, right?” He looks to Ezran for confirmation. “I guess maybe it’s a thing with Tidebounds too?” He glances down at the various leis around his neck, as if the answer to his question is written there.

“Eh, I don’t know. I’m not a Tidebound, dummy.” She turns and begins to hurry down the dock before Soren can ask any more probing questions, caressing the flower behind her ear as she does so.

Also Available on AO3: Little Moments 6.0

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[steddiealltheway]

(Part Two aka the final part to this)

As soon as Steve parks outside of Eddie's trailer, he races to Eddie's car door and opens it for him.

Eddie shoots him a bewildered look as he makes his way out of his car. "I can open my door, you know."

"But a proper date opens the door for you."

Eddie snorts. "So this is already starting?"

Steve shrugs as he follows Eddie to his front door. "I need all the time I can get to prove you wrong. Plus, I need to see this charm you insisted you have."

Eddie opens the door and dramatically guides Steve inside, quickly closing the door behind them. He stuffs his hands in his pants and avoids eye contact with Steve, staring off as if contemplating something. Eddie shakes his head and looks back at Steve. "Welcome to my home," he says holding his arms wide.

Steve glances around and nods. "It's cozy. I like it."

"No need to lie to me, Harrington."

"I'm not," Steve insists and laughs humorlessly. "I mean, you should see my house. It's huge but extremely uncomfortable. My parents hired a decorator and insisted that we couldn't make a single change. It's just so..."

"Nice to look at but not nice to live in?" Eddie asks, finishing his sentence again.

Steve nods quickly. "Exactly that."

Eddie gives him a small smile and leans back against his kitchen counter. That same distracted look crosses over his face.

Steve can't help but walk closer to him and say, "Eddie?"

Eddie snaps out of it and asks, "Why are you here, Harrington?"

"To prove you wrong and help Dustin," Steve answers easily, leaving out the part about how he needs to know where this will go.

Eddie hums in response and pauses before asking, "So, you're not going to use this against me."

Steve sighs. "Maybe I would've in high school, but no. I won't tell anyone how much I'm going to 'woo' you." Steve throws up air quotes around the word woo which makes Eddie smile a bit.

"Then can I tell you a secret?"

Steve nods.

Eddie pushes off the counter and steps toward him. "I've never been on a date before."

Steve stares at him for a second. "And Dustin still asked you for help?"

Eddie scoffs and walks past him. "No need to rub it in."

Steve runs a hand through his hair and follows after him. "Sorry, that was stupid to say." He grabs Eddie's hand gently and waits for him to turn to him. "I'm sorry," he says sincerely, "Not cool."

Eddie just gives him an unimpressed look.

"It's just hard to share Dustin. I'm used to him only going to me for help. I don't know. It probably sounds dumb."

"It doesn't," Eddie says, squeezing his hand.

Steve glances down at their hands, having forgotten that he had even grabbed Eddie's in the first place. He runs his thumb over the back of Eddie's and says, "Let's do this trial run."

Eddie pulls his hand away and runs it over his face. "Steve, I don't know how to go on a date."

"Which is exactly why we're doing this and whatever else you have planned for Dustin and Suzie after the movie date. Plus, I still have to prove you wrong." Eddie pulls his hair in front of his face nervously. Steve reasons, "Plus, this can be practice for any future dates."

"A date with Steve Harrington," Eddie says with a laugh.

Steve shrugs. "Why not?"

Eddie eyes him and breathes out, "Okay."

"Okay?"

"We can do this trial run, but just because I'm new to this doesn't mean you'll have an easier time winning me over."

Steve smiles and saunters up to him. "Are you sure about that?"

Eddie's eyes flicker down to his lips and back to his eyes, immediately making Steve's heartbeat stutter. He doesn't expect Eddie to card a hand through his hair smoothly, tilting his head back and making Steve's knees buckle a little. Eddie smirks. "Careful, you're not the only one who needs to prove themselves."

He backs away quickly and moves to his kitchen, rummaging around before coming up with a bag of popcorn which he pops in the microwave. Steve clears his throat, trying to gather himself before asking, "How have you never been on a date before?"

Eddie raises an eyebrow at him.

"I mean, you have all the... charm stuff down."

Eddie smiles. "So, you're already admitting to my charm."

Steve just puts his hands on his hips unimpressed.

Eddie's smile falters before he answers, "Okay, I mean I've hooked up with people at the Hideout, but no one's stuck around to actually go on a date with me."

Steve nods but replies, "That's hard to believe."

Eddie shakes his head. "Let's just say that it's easier for you than it is for me."

It feels like Steve's had this conversation before with... Robin? But why would it feel so familiar? He glances back at Eddie who has a bit of fear in his eyes.

The microwave beeps and suddenly it hits Steve.

He watches as Eddie grabs the bag, cursing slightly when the steam hits him. For some reason the revelation makes Steve feel a bit more nervous as the chance of something happening increases dramatically.

"Hey," Steve says, "It's okay if you're... you know."

Eddie's head snaps up.

Steve holds his hands up. "I promise I won't tell a soul."

Eddie relaxes a bit, but he stays behind the counter as he asks, "And you still want to do this trial run knowing that...?"

"Yeah," Steve says a little bit too enthusiastically, "Now I can be sure that your judgment of my skills is accurate."

This makes Eddie laugh loudly, and Steve immediately smiles. "You know, I think I'm finally starting to see why Dustin likes you so much."

"And why the ladies love me so much?"

"Don't push it, Harrington," Eddie says, pointing a finger at him before grabbing a bowl to put the popcorn in. He grabs the bowl and gestures for Steve to follow him to the couch. "So, you're the expert here, what do you recommend?"

"Like movie options?" Steve asks as he makes himself comfortable.

"Movie options, seating arrangements, where to put the popcorn..." Eddie trails off.

Steve tucks his feet under himself and shrugs. "Depends. If we were Dustin and Suzie I would say to watch something cheesy or something science fiction that they both enjoy. Dustin should definitely watch to see if her hand is free to hold at any point, but that's about it for them."

"And how would it change for us- or me?"

Steve smiles and scoots in closer, throwing an arm over the back of the couch. "If it's here then definitely get as comfortable and close as you want. As for a movie, it depends. Do you actually want to watch the movie or do you want background noise?"

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Classy."

Steve laughs. "No, no, I don't mean like hooking up. I mean if you just want to talk and get to know each other maybe make out a little, you want to pick a movie that you've both seen and won't be upset missing." He glances toward a stack of tapes near them and points at one. "Like Back to the Future, great movie to comment on and talk during, but I wouldn't be upset about missing parts. But I'm guessing you're like Dustin and Star Wars would be a no-go for missing scenes. At least, I was that way when watching."

"You've seen Star Wars? Which one?"

"The one with the little teddy bears."

Eddie hums in response.

"So, what are you thinking for a movie?" Steve asks.

"Back to the Future would be nice, but maybe we do like thirty minutes so we can get to my part of the date without you falling asleep on me," Eddie suggests.

"You already have an idea?"

Eddie shrugs and looks away. "It's kind of always been a date idea in the back of my mind."

"Secret romantic," Steve teases, hand dropping down from the couch to Eddie's shoulder, squeezing lightly.

Eddie tenses up a little, so Steve asks, "Is this okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just not used to it," Eddie answers honestly.

Steve nods and pulls away, moving to put the tape in the VHS player before coming back to the couch. He sits a little further away from Eddie and says, "We can keep our distance if that's more comfortable with you."

Eddie just nods and looks ahead at the screen, tilting the bowl of popcorn toward Steve who takes a handful. He tries to find something to say, but he's struck by sudden nervousness and wonders if Eddie's right about him cruising based on his looks because usually by this point whatever girl he's with is giggling and practically climbing into his lap to get closer to him.

But then Eddie relaxes a bit and throws his arm around the back of the couch which fills Steve with relief. "So, how did you get so close to Dustin? He goes on and on about you, but he never has told me that story."

Steve shrugs, trying not to give away how much the question freaks him out. He tries to keep the answer as close to the truth as he can. "He's friends with Nancy's younger brother so he's kind of always been around I guess. One day, I was bringing flowers to Nancy to apologize for doing something stupid, but Dustin found me instead. He told me that Nancy wasn't home and that he needed a ride and help with something, and the rest is history."

Eddie narrows his eyes at him. "I feel like there's more to the story."

Steve shrugs again and shoves a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

"Like the whole bat with nails that Dustin didn't even look twice at. The story between you two doesn't make sense."

Steve swallows his mouthful and moves closer to Eddie. "What if I told you that it's a story I'll have to come back to another time?"

Eddie twists toward him and tilts his head. "Do you really think that's going to make me less curious? And I see what you're doing trying to distract me with your charm."

Steve tucks a strand of hair behind Eddie's ear and asks, "Well, is it working?"

Eddie just shakes his head and says, "You wish, pretty boy." Nonetheless, he turns back to the movie leaving Steve to privately panic over the way the nickname makes him feel.

And maybe he wants to torture himself or something because next thing he knows, he's asking, "Well, how would you have distracted me?"

Eddie's head slowly turns to him, eyebrows raised. "Do you really want to know?"

Steve blames morbid curiosity as the reason he nods in response.

Eddie sets the bowl of popcorn down - and the implications of that scare Steve shitless - and he moves until their knees are touching. He gets a thoughtful look on his face as he recalls their conversation. "So, I was saying something about how the story between you didn't make sense. And instead of agreeing with it, I would've said something like. You know what doesn't make sense? How someone so gorgeous ended up here with me."

Steve flushes red but simultaneously snorts in response, "That's a horrible line."

"Yet, you're the one who is blushing."

Steve raises his eyebrows and says, "Well, if I got a do-over and time to think like you, then maybe I would've done something like this." Steve leans in and puts a hand on his chest, slouching down so he has to look up through his lashes to say, "Maybe that's a story for another time because right now... I have other ideas about what we could be doing."

Eddie stares down at him, hand slipping off the couch to trail up his back and into his hair. "And here I thought that you had said more intimate didn't mean sex."

Steve smiles and hopes Eddie can't feel his heart pounding in his chest. "It's true, but I also told you that some movies are great background noise to make out during."

Eddie's eyes flicker down to his lips, and Steve can feel his eyes start to flutter shut.

But then, Eddie abruptly pulls back and says, "Okay, yeah, you got me. I understand the Harrington charm."

Steve only smiles slightly, feeling the disappointment settle in his chest at losing the chance to kiss the boy.

"So, I think date part one is covered. Onto my part?" Eddie asks, already standing up and rushing to stop the film.

"Yeah, sure," Steve says.

Eddie glances at him and pauses before beckoning him to follow him. Steve gets up immediately and follows Eddie to where he assumes his room is and suddenly gets a wave of panic.

Eddie glances back and must catch the look. "Relax, I'm just grabbing you some warmer clothes."

Steve nods but stays in the doorway, glancing around at Eddie's room. Something about it feels so Eddie that he can't help but smile at it.

"Here," Eddie says, thrusting a yellow sweater into his hands, "I haven't worn it in forever but it should keep you warm."

"Thanks," Steve says, stripping off his jacket to throw on the sweater before putting the jacket back on. "But why do I need more clothes?"

Eddie smiles. "You'll see." He grabs the blanket off his bed and walks past Steve to the front door. He opens it and says, "After you."

Steve gives him a look of confusion before heading out the front door. Eddie follows behind him and closes the door before grabbing Steve's hand and leading him around the trailer to a ladder which he immediately starts climbing.

Steve tries to advert his eyes from the view Eddie's giving him before he follows him up the ladder, grabbing Eddie's hand once he makes it to the top in an attempt to steady himself. He's never been the biggest fan of heights, but he doesn't want to admit that to Eddie who guides him to the middle of the roof. He lets go of his hand to lay out a blanket and immediately lays down on it, patting the empty spot next to him.

Steve lays down and lets out a deep breath as he sees their view of the night sky, glittering with stars.

"Pretty amazing, right?"

All Steve can do is nod. He doesn't know if he's ever really taken the time to stare at the sky and appreciate its beauty.

"I like to go up here to clear my mind sometimes. But I've always thought it would be nice to share with someone else. But maybe Dustin and Suzie can just lay out in his yard instead because I think it would be life or death before I let one of them up here. Dustin would break a leg or something."

Steve chuckles and glances at Eddie only to find him staring at him as if trying to gauge his reaction. "Thank you for taking me up here," he says sincerely, going as far as reaching into the space between them and intertwining their fingers.

Eddie's hand squeezes his as he turns to look up at the stars, looking so at peace with the world that Steve can't help but stare at him.

Eddie glances at him. "Look at the stars, Steve. You're wasting your time staring at me."

"The stars are here every night though, so maybe I want to spend all the time I can looking at you."

Eddie turns to him with a conflicted look on his face. "Is this your Harrington charm?"

Steve shakes his head. "It's just the truth." He sighs and looks up at the sky. "Do you ever wish you could start over knowing everything you know now?"

"Yes," Eddie answers immediately, thumb running over the back of Steve's hand. "What would you change?"

Steve considers the question for a moment before turning to Eddie and saying, "Everything."

Eddie looks back at him and asks, "Would you change this?"

Steve's eyes search Eddie's, wondering how he wants him to answer the question, but he answers honestly, "I wouldn't have been such a dick earlier, and I would've changed this from a trial date to a real date."

Eddie whispers, "There's nothing stopping it from changing now."

Steve shifts onto his side and looks down at him. "Are you sure you want a date with King Steve of all people?"

Eddie shakes his head. "I don't think that's you. So why don't you prove me wrong?" he asks, running a hand through Steve's hair before resting it on the back of his head.

Steve lets Eddie take the lead to slowly drag him in, pausing when they're close enough to be breathing each other's air. "Are you sure you want this?" Eddie asks.

"More than you could possibly know," Steve replies before closing the gap between them and gently brushing their lips together before breaking the kiss to look Eddie in the eyes and make sure he's okay.

Eddie just pulls him back in and kisses him as if he's pouring everything he's feeling into the kiss which Steve returns just as passionately, unable to deny the truth that no kiss has ever made him feel this way before.

He cradles Eddie's face as they deepen the kiss and Eddie tries to pull him in impossibly closer, both hands making a mess of his hair until Steve pulls away, breathing hard before moving in to kiss him again as sweetly as he can before he rests their foreheads together.

They both try to catch their breath, and neither dares break the silence between them.

Eventually, Steve gives Eddie a gentle kiss on the forehead and rolls away onto his back, finding Eddie's hand and intertwining their fingers again.

They both stare up at the stars, not looking at each other until Eddie finally breaks the silence to ask, "Steve, where do we go from here?"

Steve turns to him and squeezes his hand. "I don't know," he confesses. "But what if we didn't think about it now? What if we just see what happens?" Steve asks, not wanting to think of the reality of their situation.

Eddie nods. "I like that idea."

So, they both turn back to the stars, wishing that their paths will be able to cross again.

Little do they know that their wishes will be granted soon.

(Super quick happy ending in the tags)

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#steddie #steddie fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #So after the man hunt Eddie sees Nancy and Steve and is like #of course me and Steve would have never worked #and he basically tells Steve that he should go after nancy #and Steve is like ???? did you forget about our whole date??? #Also their little moment in the woods with Eddie telling Steve that he's actually a good dude is him telling him everything he wanted to sa #During their first date but he didn't #But Steve and Eddie dont get the chance to talk things out and they're filled with misunderstandings until Steve drags Eddie's body through #the portal and they reunite at the hospital where Steve basically tells Eddie he's an idiot for assuming he wanted to be with Nancy #Because he can only imagine being with Eddie #And they live happily ever after

[howlonomy]

Monster Clover, like this is so awesomecool.

They're such a little beast and it is amazing and please i need more, like written text even i just need the juicy lore and emotional moments that are circling in ur brain.

HAT: RETRIEVED!!

#undertale yellow #uty clover #flowey the flower #chara dreemurr #frisk undertale #monster clover au #my art #as for emotional moments. hang in there for another day or 2. got a big batch of comics coming 😈 #if i ever made a fic for this au i would not advertise it. i got irls following me #they can look at all my cringe ass art but if they read a WORD of fic i wrote i would have to end it all. hope this helps #anyways. frisk appears!! i wont be doing too many canon ut characters in this little au but i like frisk :) #theyre also important for the next part #narrator chara makes an appearance too bc i love them #cowboy (gender neutral) #SORRY I LOVE RAMBLING IN TAGS </3 i love Talking #BUT THANK YOUU i also love my little skrungly im so glad other people like them so much too #mcau comic #mcau art

[franklyimissparis]

the making of liverpool oratorio documentary is literally just paul in an alternate universe where he’s a divorced gay middle-aged english teacher turned classical composer and music director

#someone needs to write a fic tbh #there are so many other little moments i loved from the documentary (particularly where he talks about his parents and the other beatles) #might make another little compilation to get them all in #paul mccartney #the beatles #mclennon #liverpool oratorio #beatles

[loveinhawkins]

Steve thinks he’s doing a good job at hiding it, but then Eddie catches his eye right as he’s limping out of the RV and… huh, maybe not.

Eddie, with panicked urgency—which, in Steve’s opinion, is admittedly sweet but unnecessary—asks if the bites are bothering him again.

“No, dude, it’s nothing,” Steve says. “It’s literally nothing.”

Eddie doesn’t look at all reassured.

Goddamn it, Steve thinks. Better rip off the band aid and hope it’s not too mortifying.

“It’s not the bites. It’s… um. My feet.”

Eddie glances down but there’s nothing to see; as soon he’d entered The War Zone, Steve had crammed his feet into the first pair of combat boots he could find.

“Oh,” Eddie says, the penny dropping. “Oh, shit. Yeah, hang on, just…”

He looks around, humming in thought, then grabs a bottle of water with decisiveness, and yeah, Steve thinks, this is gonna be incredibly mortifying.

But he can’t find a way to wriggle out of it without making the whole thing a way bigger deal than it needs to be—so he ends up sat in the grass, wincing as he pries off his boots.

It is, in a word, gross.

“Don’t know why they’re bugging me so damn much,” Steve says just to fill the silence. He huffs self-effacingly, goes to wiggle his toes before deciding ow, better not and ew, better not. “It’s, like, hardly anything compared to…”

He gestures to the bandage wrapped around him.

“Well, you weren’t walking on your stomach,” Eddie points out.

He pours out water onto some tissues he’s rustled up and gets to work.

Steve keeps waiting for the embarrassment to well and truly set in.

But… it doesn’t.

Eddie doesn’t once make a crack about how awful his feet look.

Instead he launches into a story of how, against his uncle’s sage advice, he’d gone to school in a new pair of boots (his birthday present) without breaking them in first.

It was freshman year, so Eddie’s whole look hadn’t been solidified yet. But he was determined to make it work—stomping around the school (“Were any lunch tables harmed?” Steve asks, and Eddie warmly tells him to shut up), steadfastly ignoring the growing discomfort.

At the end of the day, he’d taken his boots off and surveyed the damage with a melodramatic cry; “Kid, I really don’t know what to tell ya,” Wayne had huffed.

Eddie hams up his whiny, teenaged disgust so that he becomes the butt of the joke, and Steve suddenly feels like he’s watching a magician onstage—except he knows where to look, isn’t fooled by the sleight of hand: Eddie’s dramatics all serve as a distraction from the caked on dirt and blood he steadily cleans off Steve’s skin.

It’s quiet, unassuming. A hidden kindness.

Eddie doesn’t need to be doing this; Steve could quite easily take the bottled water and do it all himself—would probably get it over and done with in a matter of minutes, concealed around the other side of the RV, quick and perfunctory.

But you’re letting him, Steve thinks. Why are you letting him?

Eddie’s hands are cold, a pleasant contrast to the burning sensation all across his feet—honestly, he’d been hoping that so long as he just kept walking, he’d gradually become numb to it.

There’s a loud rip of plastic as a pack of baby wipes are opened. Eddie’s touch is light which soothes some of the sting, at least; he trails off into silence as he works, hissing sympathetically at whatever’s revealed.

“You’ve got a couple cracks,” he says, eyebrows drawn.

Steve gives an over exaggerated sigh. “Give it to me straight, doc. Am I gonna have to chop ‘em off?”

Eddie chuckles, but his concern doesn’t fade away.

“Just here,” he says, pointing, and the tip of his finger brushes against Steve’s heel—Steve tries not to, but he twitches reflexively, and Eddie flashes him an impish grin. “Ticklish?”

“Fuck off,” Steve says, smiling.

He kicks out, stops just short of actually hitting Eddie in the face.

“Your secret’s safe with me, Harrington,” Eddie says through laughter, pushing Steve’s foot away—gently. “I’ll take it to the grave.”

It’s a joke; Steve knows it’s a joke. But—

“You don’t need to do that, man. Robin already knows.”

Eddie stands up and stretches, gives Steve’s ankle a little pat.

“Think you’re all set—woah, wait,” he says as Steve reaches for the combat boots, “what the hell are you doing?”

“Uh, what’s it look like?”

“Harrington. You cannot put those on without socks again, you’re gonna summon my uncle; he’s got, like, a sixth sense about that kinda stuff.”

Eddie’s smile drops a little at that, a flash of melancholy breaking through.

God, you must really miss him, Steve thinks.

“I’m just making do. I don’t have any socks.”

“Yeah, you do.” Eddie’s smile returns in full force—puzzled, perhaps just a little fond. “You got me some, remember?”

Eddie retrieves a pair from the RV and, that’s right, Steve had forgotten: he’d bought a whole pack during their first grocery trip, after Eddie had made an offhand comment about feeling cold in the boathouse.

Poor guy, Steve had thought as they walked through The Upside Down. This is cold on a whole new level.

The socks are thick and warm. Steve pulls on the boots, relishing the fact that his toes no longer scream in protest as he does so.

He tightens the laces; Eddie’s sat down opposite him again.

“There. Ready for battle,” Steve says.

Eddie’s eyes flicker over the combat boots, then Steve’s whole get-up—and there’s nothing teasing in his gaze now, as if he’s seeing everything in another light. Like the gravity of it all has just hit him.

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “Battle.”

“Hey, Eddie. Don’t worry.”

Eddie huffs with a wan smile. “Wow. And just like that, I won’t.”

Steve nudges him with his foot. Gentle. “M’not gonna ruin your handiwork.”

Eddie doesn’t reply.

Steve stands, tries a short walk in place. It’ll work. It has to.

“I’d just do it again,” Eddie says suddenly. “If… I—I wouldn’t mind.”

Steve pauses. Offers Eddie a hand and pulls him up.

“I wouldn’t mind either,” Steve says softly.

And then he lets go of Eddie’s hand.

Standing tall, he starts to round everyone up for the drive back—and wishes them all a future of simple fixes: of superficial cracks, easy to patch up.

#little moments of care ❤️ #pre steddie #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[kitamars]

lovey dovey (alt ver of the first one under the cut!)

#HEEHEEEEE GINHIJI BIG LOVE #so refreshing that i can mess around and draw them to my hearts content….. #so domestic here……..im sick cough cough splat #i love them so goddamn much you have no idea #all the little moments that are possible are so fun to draw even if i mostly just draw them yelling and arguing most of the time #i’ve read too much fluff fic and now this is what i have fhdnnfjdjfn suffer with me #silly men are silly and in love #sakata gintoki #hijikata toushirou #ginhiji #gintoki x hijikata #hijigin #hijikata x gintoki #gintama #ok bye

[last-boy-03]

Quick headcanon, since Richie is literally my favorite. (but so is every Jon character)

Richie annunciates his words like that because he has a very prominent lisp, he goes the speech therapy classes and his therapist told him that focusing on the annunciation could help.

So he pays attention to every word he says, so he doesn’t get bullied for his lisp. Only until Max is gone does he try and work on it for himself and not for others.

#starkid npmd #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #starkid #richie lipschitz #he would stop when around pete and ruth #but only when he knows nobody else will hear him #ruth fleming #pete spankoffski #peter spankoffski #it could be an angst moment in a fic when grace ad steph find out #stephanie lauter #grace chasity #he’s just a little guy #and a total fucking weeb #richie lived #in my heart at least #npmd spoilers

[caliphoria17]

SimonDavisBarry: Ok folks, here’s the infamous scene 18 that we never shot. Comes before the running over water scene.

#“Takes a moment” to yearn perhaps Bea? #Half asleep Ava mumbling GOD WOULD’VE LOVED TO SEE THAT #Also: the domesticity of it all with Bea naturally being the one making breakfast #“(grins knowingly) We'll see about that.” Does anyone get a little bit of a gay vibe.gif #This also shows how much AB & KTY’s acting choices add so much to their scenes (eye contact/touch/maybe added dialogue) #👩🏻‍🍳’s 💋 #Absolutely looking forward to fanfic writers and WN artists to reference this in their fics and art AHHH #Fanfic writers have been really accurate with their depictions though which is amazing #Warrior Nun #Avatrice #Warrior Nun edit #My edit

[beskarfrog]

i didn't expect it to be someone like you, i didn't expect you to be like me

#dinluke #the mandalorian #digital art #dinluke art #clan of three #another five second sad dinluke #i like to think that maybe this is one where luke and grogu met first and din somehow finds his way into their story #there's at least one fic on ao3 like that #or maybe din brings grogu back to luke somehow and luke is so relieved bc he's felt very alone as a jedi for a long time #alas i shant stay long #i still don’t have the bandwidth for extra stress #the fandom discourse is a little spicy at the moment and kind of uncomfy for a gnc person

[upsidedownmvnson]

Eddie makes you a cake for your birthday and he's so fucking excited and he cannot wait to give it to you, and he cuts you both a big slice, and you sit looking at each other and sings happy birthday to you and you blow out the one candle on your one slice. And you're so filled with love and joy.

And then you both try the cake. And you want to laugh, you want to laugh because it's terrible but Eddie looks like he's on the verge of tears; because he is, because he is also tasting this terrible cake.

"it's so good," you finally say & the forbidden laugh sneaks out between syllables and Eddie's eyes are looking at you, cute and glossy. <3

"no it's not," he'll pout, pushing his slice away. And you go over to him to kiss him and thank him over and over again for the shit cake, because even though it's not the best, you really do appreciate the fact that he even tried to make you a cake <3

next year will be better, because eddie will be baking secret cakes for the next year.

#eddie munson #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munsons little moments #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fiction #stranger things fic #stranger things s4 #stranger things #st4

[zuppizup]

Little Moments 3.0

Previous ficlet

She whimpers, struggling to keep control of her anxiety. Another rolling wave, the boat listing frighteningly to the side, then suddenly correcting. Gasping, she clutches at the rough wood of the hull, pushing backward to try and stop herself sliding around. She glimpses at the churning ocean as the ship corrects, the water almost black and terrifyingly opaque.

“How you feeling?”

Looking up, she finds Callum wincing at her from the top of the stairs. He’s holding on tight too but not with the white knuckle desperation she’s utilising in a vain bid to remain in place.

“Oh you know…” She closes her eyes as the boat pitches and heaves again, her stomach following suit. “Living the dream.”

He snorts softly, sitting on the lower steps beside her. “It’s a pity Zubeia couldn’t fly us across.”

“Who’d had thought being Queen of Xadia would make you busy, eh?” Leaning her head back against the hull, she smiles softly at him, appreciating his attempts at distraction.

It reminds her of their first boat trip together. Back when they barely knew each other. He’d tried to comfort her then too. Looking back, she now knows that was the beginning of the stirring of feelings for him.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly she developed a crush on him, but as he watches her now, his concern once again obvious she feels the familiar flutters, despite the increasingly distracting sea sickness.

And she feels another wave of nausea that has nothing to do with the pitching ship. This sickness is mixed with shame and the bitter sting of regret. It’s been a familiar companion of hers these past two years. A physical manifestation of the guilt for lying to him, for staying away for so long... returning with nothing but empty hands.

“Yeah.” His eyes wander around the ship and she assumes he’s getting ready to move on.

She tries not to take it personally. She’s not exactly great company right now and while things are getting steadily less weird between them, he still hasn’t really being seeking her out during their infrequent down time.

And, for once, she thinks she'd prefer he left her alone. She’s not exactly excited at the idea of him seeing her throw up, as petty as that feels.

Sighing, she wipes her brow. “Zubeia should really take a leaf out of Ez’s book. Go on more adventures.” She leaves her comments closed. Allowing him to nod and continue on his way to wherever he was going when he happened upon the pathetic mess she is, hiding from everyone else.

Callum laughs quietly at her and her stomach does a flip that has nothing to do with the rocking ship... and then it lurches in a way that has everything to do with it. Scrambling, she gets to her feet, heaving over the side.

She cringes with embarrassment, wishing so much Callum wasn’t here to see her like this. The salty breeze whips around her, and coupled with her violent retching, her hair comes loose of her bun, adding to her discomfort. She attempts to catch the hair swirling around her face, but the boat pitches again and she grabs the rail to stop herself from falling over board.

Before she can react, Callum is by her side. He gathers her hair, pulling it back from her face. She glances at him briefly, then turns back to the side as her stomach lurches again. It takes a few minutes for her nausea to subside and Callum holds her hair the entire time. His other hand is rubbing gentle circles across her back, giving her butterflies in her stomach that are really not helping with how unsteady she feels.

Yet she has no intention to ask him to stop.

After a few minutes, she takes a deep breath, glancing at him to indicate she’s ready to sit down.

Gently, Callum lets her hair go, stepping back a little. “You okay?”

She pouts, slumping down the side and rubbing her hands over her face. “I guess.” Looking at him from between her fingers, she sighs. “Sorry. I know it’s gross. You don’t need to hang around. I’ll be okay.”

Callum shrugs, sitting beside her this time. “You want water or anything?”

“I’ve got some.” She pulls her water skin from beside her and takes a small sip.

“When did you last eat?”

She turns up her nose, the idea of food almost enough to turn her stomach again. “I’m okay.”

“You should have something.” He insists. “Here.” He pulls a piece of fruit from his backpack and offers it to her.

“I can’t.” She can barely look at it, the very thought of food almost enough to set her off again.

Callum begins to peal the fruit, and she finds herself watching him, not having anything else to do. He selects a segment and draws a rune on it, then whispers a trigger word. “Aspiro Frigis.” Exhaling quickly and sharply on the segment, he inspects it for a moment, then presents it to her. “Try it.” He insists when she grimaces at his offering.

She frowns, really not wanting anything but not wanting to disappoint him. Taking the frozen fruit from him she reluctantly pops it in her mouth, sighing a moment later. It does feel good. Icy cold and subtly flavoured. Soothing on her upset stomach. “Oh.” She sighs, leaning her head back against the ship.

Callum flushes a little, continuing to peal the fruit. “Soren had some bad cheese at the mid-summer festival last year. This was the only thing that got him through it.”

“Gross.” She snorts, continuing to suck on the piece of fruit.

“Yeah, I wasn’t quite this excited to nurse him.” He says seemingly without thinking but appears to realise what he said a moment later when his cheeks go bright red.

She feels herself flush too, heart skipping a beat at the prospect he wants to help her feel better, even though she’s disgusting and throwing up. Watching him out of the corner of her eye, she sucks on the frozen fruit, relaxing a little despite the constantly shifting boat.

“Thanks Callum.” She smiles at him, hoping she doesn’t look as awful as she feels.

He smiles softly at her, nodding in acknowledgement. “No problem, Rayla.”

Continued: Little Moments 4.0

Also on AO3: Little Moments 3.0

#rayllum #rayllum fanfic #rayla #callum #rayla x callum #callum x ralya #the dragon prince #tdp #the dragon prince fanfic #zuppi fanfic #fic: little moments #tdp fanfic #tw: emetophobia #mild reference to sea sickness/nausea

[maaxverstappen]

help me hold onto you | T | 4/12

f1driver!max and streamer!charles

The man– Charles, Max assumes– sounds French. He loves that. He should be used to a French accent, he was forced to converse with Pierre often enough, but it sounds different coming from Charles. More melodic. Almost similar to someone he used to know once. “And that made me think,” Charles says, voice bellowing from Max’s speakers. “That it was stupid that we didn't have carrots before. Like, come on, it's a farming game.” Max has no fucking idea what the hell he is on about.

or: Max is lonely and finds Charles streaming on Twitch.

based on this prompt sent to @f1prompts

#eeeee I'm rlly excited about this!!! #the prompt lived rent free in my head since the moment i saw it so i Had To #hope i can do it justice just a little :) #also for context: the songs i would add to a playlist for this fic are the archer by taylor n satellite by harry #like i said in the authors note: currently anticipating 10 chapters and one every week or so. maybe be sooner may be longer #I'm excited to get it written and posted tho so we'll see!! hence the no beta too lmao my gf said she would but i wanna post it Now #alims writes #f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #f1 fanfiction #f1 fic #formula 1 rpf #formula 1 fanfiction #lestappen #lestappen fic #lestappen fanfic #lestappen rpf #1633 #3316

[angelxd-3303]

To say that Nimona had made it an uphill battle for Ambrosius was a tragic understatement. Ever since she'd reappeared in true chaotic fashion, the 'Golden Boy' didn't think he'd ever received more dirty looks. With Nimona incessantly pressing herself between him and her 'boss', Ambrosius was left wondering if this was how others had seen him. Back before...yeah...

Even now, weeks later, Nimona was cuddled into Ballister's side while swatting Ambrosius with her tail. It was a scarlet whip like appendage with an arrowhead tip, and Bal grasped it to keep her from smacking him again. Nimona huffed, shifting into an otter and snuggling into Ballister's lap. The brunet ran his fingers through her fur, sighing deeply.

As annoying as it was to be pushed away from his boyfriend, Ambrosius had to admit that he was grateful for Nimona's protectiveness. The way she defended Bal, even when the whole world stood against him.

'Including me.' He thought bitterly, looking away. He and Ballister had talked about the whole thing, of course. They'd spent many days after the collapse of the wall sitting in Ambrosius' apartment crying and holding each other through choked apologies. Once it got out that Bal had been living in a broken down tower, Ambrosius had spared no expense in fixing it up so they could move in together. Since everything that happened, he wanted nothing more than to get out of the city. Now they sat in the newly renovated tower living room, scrolling through Netflix to wind down for the evening.

There were times where Ambrosius wondered if he'd ever regain the kind of relationship he had with Ballister before. Did he completely mess it all up?

"Hey, can you grab the popcorn Bambi?"

Ambrosius' breath caught in his throat. He hadn't heard that nickname since they were kids! He and Nimona both whipped around to stare at Ballister. The brunet was transfixed on the TV, clearly unaware of his slip-up. A fond smile spread across Ambrosius' face, and he stood up. As he walked around the back of the couch, Ambrosius placed a gentle kiss to Ballister's temple.

"Sure thing, Thumper."

Ambrosius strolled into the kitchen, chuckling at the rapid footsteps behind him. Nimona grabbed his arm, jerking him down to her level.

"What the hell?? Bambi?! Thumper?! Wha-?!" She sputtered. Ambrosius laughed, setting up the popcorn machine.

"Heh, yeah. Kind of an inside joke." He replied. Nimona gestured impatiently. Ambrosius smiled softly.

"Well, when we were kids, Bal had a hard time... pronouncing things. He didn't have access to a lot of the education that I did, and he kinda found other ways to say things."

"So he started calling you Bambi?"

"Well, it's easier than Ambrosius, right?" Nimona shrugged.

"I guess so." Ambrosius chuckled.

"The teachers at the Institute all thought it was so cute that no one corrected him. I gotta admit... it's nice to hear it again." Nimona tilted her head as Ambrosius leaned back against the counter.

"Yeah?" He nodded.

"I...I feel sometimes like everything I did to him has ruined our relationship. Like we'll never be as close as we were. I guess hearing it kinda..." He struggled to explain.

"Reminds you that the foundation is still there." Nimona finished. Ambrosius looked up at her, surprised. She raised a brow.

"What? I wasn't born yesterday. I'm older than both of you combined." She deadpanned. Ambrosius chuckled, pouring the popcorn into bowls.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." As they returned to the couch, Nimona leaned in to whisper:

"You know I'm never letting you live this down, right 'Bambi'?" Ambrosius gave her a fake look of annoyance, face splitting into a grin as they sat down.

If Ambrosius noticed that Nimona let him sit next to Ballister on the couch, he didn't say anything. Counting it as a victory, he pulled Bal into his arms and cuddled him close.

'I've got to be the luckiest man alive.' He thought, as Ballister melted into his arms just as he did before. Nimona leaned into his side with crossed arms, not without giving him a light smack with her tail.

#ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart #ballister x ambrosius #Nimona #i.e. the golden retriever and the shark have a bonding moment #fic drabble #Ambrosius is a big puddle of guilt #I'm just imagining little Bal calling for “Bambi!” from across the schoolyard and his knight in shining armor coming to see what's happening #nimona is slowly learning to trust Ambrosius #she ain't making it easy for him tho #protective Nimona

[ahhrenata]

a little more steddie Star Trek au! Most of these are scenes from @sparklyslug’s amazing fic t’hy’la !! (although ones technically a redraw- I wanted to spruce it up a bit) and the last one is an extra doodle of them about to sneak a kiss :)

#the ones with a heart on the corner are from the fic! #I was a little lazy to give Eddie tattoos lol so I used a lightning bolt brush #sorry about the awkward cropping.. my brain isn’t working today #I did shorten Eddie’s hair #I’m in the habit of it at the moment #harrington you have the conn #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanart #steddie Star Trek au #stranger things au #I’m going to draw another steve with the kirk window lol another idea just popped in my head

[loveinhawkins]

It’s barely hit 9pm when Eddie muffles a yawn against Steve’s shoulder and murmurs, “Steve.”

“Yeah?”

“My eyes keep closing.”

Steve smiles. Traces a soothing, circular path along Eddie’s scalp. “That’s okay.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Don’t wanna…” Eddie trails off for a moment; Steve feels his body relaxing further, slumping against him. “Don’t wanna miss it.”

Steve raises an eyebrow. The Golden Girls is playing in the background. “Uh, I mean. I could tape it?”

“No,” Eddie repeats, and his hand clumsily pats Steve’s cheek. “Don’t wanna miss it.”

Steve presses his lips to the warmth of Eddie’s palm. “Ah,” he says, gently teasing, “‘cause saying the same thing twice definitely makes sense.”

Eddie tsks. He prods with one finger at Steve’s jaw.

“Ow,” Steve laughs.

It doesn’t hurt at all.

“Talkin’ ‘bout you,” Eddie says, “Steve Harrington.”

And there’s the way he says Steve’s name, all rounded, like he’s savouring each syllable.

“There’s so much… so much goin’ on in there,” Eddie continues. Tap, tap, taps across Steve’s face. “You’d…” A sleepy huff of laughter. “You’d be a terrible spy.”

“Thanks,” Steve says dryly.

“Steeeve,” Eddie says, lilting into a song of his own creation. “Steve, Steve, Steve. S’a compliment.”

“Yeah, you’re a regular charmer.”

“I mean—” Eddie yawns again. “Mean it. Y’know, in… in school. Even if your… words were… your eyes, they… they’d always say s’actly what you were thinkin’.”

“In school?” Steve says. You noticed me? “Like when?”

It’s a blatant prompt, a wish for something more, but he can’t help it. Eddie smiles indulgently.

“Jus’ b’fore you graduated. First period. Asked you for a pen. Your mouth said sure an’ your eyes said forgetful prick.”

Steve laughs. “Fuck off, no they didn’t.”

He can feel Eddie’s giggles reverberating through him.

“Only kidding.” Eddie mimes like Robin does, indicating a tiny amount with his thumb and forefinger. “Half kidding.”

“Uh-huh.”

Eddie tilts his head from where it rests on Steve’s shoulder, eyes blinking languidly, as if he’s suddenly really putting the effort in to keep them open. As if this is something important.

“Y’know, in school I always tried to… notice things. People. Like, who ate lunch alone, or… Didn’t want anyone to, uh. Slip through the cracks.” Eddie sighs, a little melancholy. “Still missed stuff, though.”

Steve runs a hand through his hair. “You’re only human.”

You were trying. You cared. That’s enough.

Eddie gives a bittersweet hum. “Knew I missed stuff with you,” he says. “Makes sense now, but back then… Could never figure it out. Jus’ knew you were suddenly, like… at the end of a book or something, an’ I’d barely started the first page. And you’d… you’d look so…” Another sigh. “Not… not quite sad, but… like you knew something. Something you couldn’t… walk away from.” Steve’s nose suddenly stings.

“S’why I don’t wanna miss it,” Eddie says. “Don’t wanna waste a second.” He smiles again, eyelids heavy. “There’s whole stories in your eyes, Steve Harrington.”

For a moment, Steve can’t speak for the enormity of it: the fact that he’s just heard probably the most romantic thing in the world, and it’s about him.

For a moment, it makes him brave.

“You’re not gonna miss anything if you dream about me.”

Eddie laughs. “Wow,” he says, drawn out, and the end of it turns into a yawn, then a drowsy sigh. His eyelids droop… flicker… close. “Presumptuous and corny.”

But Steve can hear the fondness in it—like maybe Eddie thinks he’s heard the most romantic thing, too.

“Yeah,” he agrees. Then, softer, “Can’t help what you turn me into.”

“Hmm?” Eddie mumbles, like he’s trying his best, but the thread of the conversation is still running away from him, getting lost to his dreams.

“Shh,” Steve says. He shifts until he’s lying on his back, gently guides Eddie down with him. “G’night.”

He feels Eddie breathing against his shoulder.

“Night,” Eddie whispers. “Night, night, night…”

Steve smiles; Eddie repeats stuff when he’s drifting off, has even had whole circular conversations with Dustin about whatever movie they happen to be watching.

“G’night,” Steve says again, and he almost says something more. Doesn’t—because Eddie’s breaths are truly heavy with sleep now.

Maybe he could already read it in Steve’s eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll dream about it until Steve can say it for real.

#have a soft sleepy little moment ❤️ #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[shanastoryteller]

*gestures helplessly* i. don't even know

i hope you like it?

TAKE A LONG LINE

Summary:

Steve knows that Tony Stark is going to be a problem from the first line in his file.

Designation: Alpha

#progress report #no progress report bc i was really convinced at any moment i would come to my sense #yes i wrote 30k of omegaverse no i don't know how it happened #and i think both people who like it omegaverse and people who dont like may not like this fic lmao #i just think if something is an ingrained part of society it won't be at the center of every conflict #and so i think there's maybe both too little and too much typical omegaverse content #idk guys it's finished now #so there's that! wheee!