Stretched Out
Fandom: Stranger Things, Steddie
WC 500ish
A/N: I challenged myself to write a short fic today, because I feel like I have a tendency to conflate quality with quantity. I hope you enjoy this cute little thing!
The rain battered the windows of House Harrington as Eddie and Steve studied in the living room. Well. Steve was studying. His community college courses were due to start in a few weeks and he was terrified that the few years he’d spent out of high school had made his brain incapable of returning to academic pursuits. Eddie, on the other hand, had brought The Two Towers to “study” in a show of solidarity. Unfortunately, it seemed that not even tales of hobbits and dwarves were enough to hold his attention that afternoon.
He was bored.
After reading the same page for twenty minutes, Eddie cast his book to the side with a sigh. Upon receiving no reaction from Steve, Eddie threw himself back over an arm of the couch like a Victorian lady and sighed again, louder this time. He cracked open one of his eyes just in time to see the minuscule quirk of Steve’s lips where he sat in the armchair. He gave a third, loud sigh, pushing himself backward on the arm of the couch so that his hair almost brushed the ground. He let his hands go limp and drag his arms down to the floor.
Steve looked at him appraisingly, soft smile bitten down, before shoving his books aside and catapulting himself on top of Eddie before he could blink.
“Steve? Wha-” Eddie cut himself off with a shriek as Steve wasted no time in vibrating his thumbs in the center of Eddie’s underarms. He tried to snap his arms (up? down?) to block Steve, but Steve expertly dodged his flailing limbs with a maniacal laugh and started scratching at Eddie’s top ribs.
“Shitshitshitshit fuck oh gohohohohohod,” Eddie cackled. “Whyhyhhyhyhyhy?”
“You just looked so ticklish, all stretched out like that,” Steve explained, finding the spaces in between his ribs that made Eddie howl madly. “Does the stretching make it worse?” He asked, punctuating the not-so-innocent question with ruthless scribbles.
“Fuhuhuhuhuck yohoOHOHOHOHOU,” Eddie yelled, tears running upside down into his eyebrows.
“Here, wait,” Steve said, before sliding down the slightest bit and rucking up Eddie’s shirt with one hand.
“Waitwaitwaitwait Stevie plehehehehease don’t do ihihiihihit,” Eddie pleaded.
“Awwww, but you looks so tasty,” Steve pouted, before returning both hands to Eddie’s ribs while his head dipped low to nibble at his waist.
Eddie’s honestly shocked his scream didn’t shatter glass.
It tickled so bad. It was horrible. Eddie found he almost didn’t want it to stop.
Steve let up, though, when Eddie’s laughter went silent, climbing off his hips and yanking Eddie’s ankles so that his whole body was once again on the couch. Steve scuffed a hand through Eddie’s hair, who was too focused on the fact that Steve manhandled him so easily to protest. Steve knelt down by Eddie’s head and continued running a calming hand through his hair, cooing nonsense into his ear. Eddie let his eyes flutter shut, and fell into sleep with a smile still on his face.
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all fluttering and dancing in the breeze
🍃written for @nobamaki-bigbang🍃
“Great! Okay, so I’m assuming we all know how to play baseball, right?” Maki asked.
Everyone was nodding, and Nobara was about to scoff and say duh, was about to proudly announce that she was actually a fantastic baseball player. But…
But then she glanced at Maki—sweet, gorgeous, Maki with a determined fire blazing in her eyes—and she had an idea. A terrible, devious, but quite possibly genius idea.
“Um, actually,” she spoke up, much louder than necessary, “actually, I, uh… I don’t know how to play baseball.” She fluttered her eyelids and smiled shyly, grabbing a strand of her hair and twirling it around her fingers as if she were the epitome of innocence.
[or: nobara pretends that she doesn't know how to play baseball so she can spend time/flirt with maki]
🍃11,157 words | nobamaki🍃
🍃art on tumblr here & here🍃
🍃art on twitter here & here🍃
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I DID THIS FROGGY AAAAAHHH
After so many times being intimidated by Blender, I finally got to make something, so here's my dear smol frog daughter ✨🐸
I followed marcelaylucin's tutorials, it was so approachable and not hard to follow!
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Katsuki is trying—FUCK, he really is fucking trying not to make a sound, but it's way more difficult than what people think.
And when he hears the door to the hallway open, he immediately reacts covering his bed and himself, bringing the covers almost to his naked chest. He grabs a book that is in his nightstand and he pretends to the best of his ability to be immerse in reading that stupid book.
Two knocks to the door of his room can be heard and he fakingly sighs in annoyance as he says, "come in".
The distinctive red hair of his roommate appears first before his face, "Everything alright, man?" Kirishima smiles.
Katsuki rolls his eyes in real annoyance this time before replying a simple yes. He feels a thick drop of nervous sweat rolling down behind his neck that he is very skilled to hide by simply scratching the back of his neck, but it seems Eijirou hasn't noticed yet. The blond is very proud to admit that he is good at hiding. Stuff. And emotions.
The red head nods before saying, "Hey, Y/N is coming over for dinner. I don't want to bother you, but do me a favor? Be sweet to her. She kinda has a crush on you."
Katsuki pulls up an eyebrow, looking as oblivious as he can, "Oh, really? I had no idea..."
Eijirou rolls his eyes at his best friend, "Of course you didn't. You of all people wouldn't know even if she confessed right at your face."
Katsuki doesn't answer back.
"Anyway, I'm going out to buy some groceries. Need something?"
"Nope," he answers, his attention back to the book he is actually not reading. Eijirou nods as he closes the door again and walks out.
Katsuki doesn't dare to move until he actually hears the front door of the apartment open and close. And that's when he can't avoid the snort that it's stuck at his throat, waiting for desperate release. Next to him, the covers finally move as you peak from under them, frowning in annoyance at him.
"Shut the fuck up," you protest, your hair tangled all around, cheeks cutely rosy and sweat obviously thanks to the thick covers. He can't help but laugh out loud. "It's not funny!"
You try hard not to laugh with him as you climb up, straddling his hips, your glorious naked body making him distracted from his previous amusement. He sits up too, big and strong arms surrounding your waist as you interlace your fingers with his hair at the back of head.
You both smile at each other, your nose caressing his cutely, and he feels like eating you up.
"So you have a crush on me, hmm?"
"Shut up," you say, hips beginning to move to create friction between your naked bodies as your lips find his again. Tongues fitting to gain control as his hands travel down to your ass to guide you in your movements.
A crush? Oh dear... if Eijirou only knew...
a.n; y/n and kirishima are best friends too. only katsuki and y/n are kinda(?) dating (?) fucking (?) fwb (?) lol idk 🙃
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