This one is less fun and cute, time to suffer.
Steve and Eddie switch off houses for their hang out time. Eddie wasn't sure why at first, clearly Steve's house was nicer and had everything but Steve seemed to legitimately enjoy spending time in his little trailer home. He eventually just accepted it.
It took months for him to realize every time he went over to Steve's, there was no one else home.
Until one day, there was.
It was a few months into he and Steve having gotten their shit together and starting to date (thank you nosy kids). They were cuddled up on the sofa alternating between actually watching the movie they had on and trading long gentle kisses when the front door opened.
There was no way they were going to be able to move far enough away from each other fast enough.
Steve's entire body went rigged and his eyes flattened the way they did when he was about to fight something he knew he had little to no chance of winning against. Eddie hated that look. He'd only seen it twice and he hated it.
Steve didn’t try to move, he just squeezed Eddie's shoulder and took a deep breath. Eddie wanted to squeeze him back but Steve's Dad was rounding the corner.
There were three seconds of peace as he processed what he was seeing before all hell broke loose.
Eddie was no stranger to homophobic slurs, but the things that came out of Mr. Harrington's mouth were far worse than what he'd grown used to. Most of them were personal digs at Steve, about how much of a failure he was and how he couldn't do even the smallest thing right, how he'd be disgracing their family and failing to carry on their name.
To Eddie's surprise, Steve mostly just took the verbal assault like he was used to it. And that made Eddie see red.
He moved like he was going to stand up and that drew Mr. Harrington's attention his way. The barbs turned to a rant about how beneath them he was and how little respect Steve was showing himself by being with him. All things Eddie had heard about himself before.
But that was when Steve lost his calm.
He'd been silent and motionless up until that point, but within seconds was on his feet, in front of Eddie, as defensive as he'd ever seen him. This was the Steve that carried a nailbat as if it were an extension of himself. The Steve that had bitten the head off a demobat for lack of that weapon.
His voice was calm and it was level but there was fire behind it. A fire Mr. Harrington had clearly never encountered before. As sad as he was to see this happening, Eddie was also incredibly proud of Steve.
The older man faltered for a second before changing tactics.
He threw a punch that hit Steve square in the nose.
Eddie was on his feet by now, and caught Steve when he staggered backward. But Steve had also spent several years building up a frankly alarming tolerance for head injuries.
He checked his nose for blood, and at finding none, told his father point blank that he'd been hit harder by Nancy Wheeler.
It wasn't the time to laugh so Eddie didn't but he wanted to kiss Steve so badly it was a little painful.
Mr. Harrington demanded they leave his home and Steve to Eddie's surprise refused. He'd expected they'd go back to his trailer, and maybe hunker down there for a few days until Mr. Harrington inevitably left again.
But Steve was standing his ground.
His Father seemed equally shocked but recovered enough to threaten to call the cops. Steve replied with "And tell them what? So far you've assaulted me, and you've been guilty of criminal child neglect for literally years. If you call them, Hopper will be hauling your ass to jail, not either of us."
His Father was so flabbergasted he flapped his mouth open a few times before he glanced over at Eddie and decided he was his in. He popped off about having him arrested for trespassing.
Steve laughed.
He proceeded to explain to his Father that he and Eddie have been spending time together for months and that literally everyone but him already knows that. The cops would laugh in his face the same way Steve had.
His Father was now red in the face and shaking with rage. Steve had never looked more angry, but he was smiling and Eddie for the first time spoke up.
He said the obvious. That Mr. Harrington could just go back to wherever the fuck it was he'd rather be than home.
The man looked at him with such venom it would have cowed someone who hadn’t built their identity around pissing off authority figures. Eddie linked his pinkie with Steve's.
Without another word, Mr. Harrington did just that, slamming the door so hard something fell off the wall and shattered across the floor. Steve flinched at the sound.
They waited until they heard tires peeling out of the driveway before either of them relaxed.
The first thing Eddie did was make sure Steve was alright, both physically and emotionally. Steve assured him that this was nowhere near the worst knocking his head had taken, and that emotionally he actually kind of felt better if anything.
He'd never stood up to his Father before. Never even thought to dream that he could. But after everything else he'd done in his life that he'd never thought he could do, it just felt natural. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt Eddie, after all. Not even the Father he'd been terrified of his entire life.
Eddie had kissed him breathless after that, just to make sure the good mood stuck.
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Dreamling fic idea?
Okay, so I’ve been reading pretty much all the Dreamling fics I can get my hands on, and lot of them have this bit where they have Hob scared that he spooked off Dream again, by asking too much or too soon.
I love it! But it gave me an idea. To have more angst (I need the angst!). So what if Dream actually gets spooked again?
It could have Dream and Hob already be together, or still friends while figuring it out. But Hob does something or says something (like in 1889), that while completely valid, still makes Dream storm off. And days pass, weeks, months, but still no Dream.
And there’s this complete absence of his Stranger -Dream- in Hob’s life. Even his dreams seem more bland, run of the mill. Like before Dream may have been making them slightly better, or nightmares somewhat easier to deal with. Because that’s what you do for the guy you’ve been meeting with for over 500 years, but are totally not friends with.
And at the beginning Hob might think he’ll come back, or try to reach him through his dreams, but he’s having no luck, as the weeks, months (years?), pass and there’s not a whisper of Dream. It’s like he never existed, like Hob never met Dream and changed his life forever and been an anchor throughout the long centuries.
And here’s the angst. Maybe something else happens to make it worse, but I want Hob to be kinda done with it all. He spent his time really living and now it’s almost like he lost his love for live. I want Hob to have Doubt.
Not that he wants to die immediately, or is even sure about anything. But just maybe have this niggling thought of giving up his immortality, live out the rest of his live and enjoy it that way because Dream made it clear he’s done with Hob and not coming back.
Maybe Death senses it, maybe Hob is actually in very occasional contact with and sort of skirts around the subject to find out a bit more. Death obviously tells Dream, along with what a self sacrificing idiot he’s being and he’d better fix it now.
Cue Dream reappearing in Hob’s life to explain how he was an idiot and he wanted to save Hob from the pain of loving/being loved by an Endless, even though he’s immortal. I want him begging Hob to not give up his immortality, even if he decides he doesn’t want to be with Dream (anymore).
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Did you you decide to do that story where Roger….husband,father and Adulterer teaches Corey how to swim
ahh i can't lie i have been thinking about this story, thank you for asking and giving me an excuse to talk about it more !! also, i love that description of roger lol
this story only really exists in my head at the minute, but hopefully i'll put it together in a better way than i'm about to, so that it can exist as a bonus chapter for the main story. basically, besides it being about learning how to swim, it's also about corey and roger hugely blurring the line between flirtation and fatherly support.
to set the scene: they do make it to the pool -- one of those big blue hotel pools with glass windows looking out at the city and a sauna off to the side -- after their post-breakfast activities. corey stays firmly at the edge in the shallow end, watching roger swim laps.
corey tries to insist he's okay where he is, but roger keeps playfully trying to lure him further into the pool and swim laps with him ("work up that appetite of yours") and corey kind of has no choice but to admit he doesn't know how to swim.
honestly, swimming really hasn't come up that often in corey's life, so he is just a little embarrassed at having to admit this for basically the first time to someone (even though plenty of people can't swim).
this admission takes roger by surprise to be honest, he really just assumed it was a given that corey -- an adult -- would be able to swim. but he reigns his reaction in, tries not to let corey see his surprise, because he knows it would only embarrass him further. "hey, that's okay. how about i teach you, hm?"
roger taught jeremy to swim when he was 4 or 5, not that long ago really, and the similarity in the situation is absolutely not lost on him.
they start with the total basics, letting corey get used to just floating in the pool, first on his back and then with his face in the water. before they get to more effective swim strokes, roger stands a few feet away and lets corey doggy paddle his way over to him. corey, pink-cheeked with embarrassment or exertion, complains "i can see you moving", because roger isn't being half as sneaky as he thinks he is about taking a few steps back as corey gets closer.
when they move onto "real" swimming, corey almost shivers when roger puts his hand on his stomach to keep corey up so he can kick his legs. neither of them mention it when roger's thumb just barely slipping beneath corey's waist band. neither of them say anything when roger's fingers glide down the back of corey's thigh when he tells him to keep his legs straight.
maybe roger shouldn't feel as proud as he does when corey swims his first clumsy length of the pool, but he does. he taught corey that, he literally and figuratively held corey's hand, he gave corey this milestone.
corey keeps close to the edge the whole way, but they do end up in the deep end and roger absolutely shouldn't like it so much when corey clings to him instead of the pool-edge when he realises he can't reach the bottom to stand up.
their kiss tastes like chlorine.
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