#summer ficlet

[wishitweresummer]

Filled to the Brim (GeorgeNotFound x Sapnap)

Word count: 863

Little ficlet because Sapnap was being just too cute on his 24 hour stream. <3

George always had such a hard time figuring out what his feelings were, and more importantly, how to show them. Sometimes they just built up inside him until he felt like it was pouring out of ever crevice of his body, making it obvious how he felt. Like with one look you could see everything written all over him. It could be overwhelming.

Today, Sapnap was finding every little way to make those feelings bubble out. Well, he didn’t know he was doing that to George. He was streaming, actually.

Sapnap’s attempting a 24 hour stream. George narrows his eyes at the monitor and wishes failure on him. He was laying in bed on stream and just looked so cute and cozy. The affection George felt in his chest was burning him from the inside out.

“Alright guys, I think I’m going to give up. Seventeen hours was a lot, though!”. Oh, George could have done a cartwheel.

He leaned closer to the stream and watched as Sapnap began the process to end. The second he was finished, he found himself tearing down the hallway towards his best friend.

“George.”, Sapnap smiled and settled back into the blankets as George entered.

“Hi.”, he grinned, feeling dumb. “Cuddle?”.

“Gogy cuddles? Of course!”, Sapnap was definitely surprised, but would never say no to George.

George dove in and wormed his body in as close as he could, making Sapnap giggle. That affection in his chest only got worse. He nuzzled his face into Sapnap’s neck and breathed him in, a little frustrated that his feelings weren’t subsiding.

“George!”, Sapnap squeaked out through a flurry of giggles. “Did you just sniff me?”.

“Shut up…”, he murmured into the warm skin and nuzzled his nose in more to make Sapnap squirmier.

“That’s tickly.”.

“Stop moving or I’ll bite you.”.

“George!”, he laughed.

The stupid fuzzy feelings were building instead of disappearing. This is where most people would probably just open their mouths and say something like ‘You're my best friend.’ or ‘I love you, dude.’. But like always, George couldn’t figure out just how to spit it out. This was the usual, but there was something about today making it worse.

Sapnap squirmed and giggled, pretending like he was trying to pry George off of him but actually not getting anywhere. George loved how Sapnap was so willing to be shown affection and give it back. He wished he was the same.

But, he wasn’t. And Sapnap’s dumb little giggles were making it worse with every passing second.

It was time for drastic measures. George snuggled in closer, delighting silently in Sapnap’s warmth. Then, he slipped his hands under the boy’s sweatshirt and tickled fast at the stomach and sides underneath. Sapnap squealed and twisted in George’s arms.

“Hey!”, he cried, then couldn’t help but fall into that raspy laughter as he tried to get George’s sneaky hands out of his sweatshirt. “Don’t tickle me!”.

George couldn’t help the stupid smile plastered across his face at the sound of Sapnap’s laughter. He shoved his face back into his neck and bathed in the sounds of his best friend being happy.

“Stop!”, he whined through his laughter. George only slid his hands up and wedged them into Sapnap’s sweaty armpits. The boy practically screeched, jolting in George’s arms. “George, please!! What the…fuck!! Get out!!”, he burst into a more frantic laughter. George could cry, he was so happy. His best friend was warm and happy and adorable and his. Even though Sapnap was desperately trying to get away, it was too late. George already had him in his trap. The way he was jolting around and squealing with every new wiggle of George’s fingers. The way his laughter bounced around, panicked at the tickles. Maybe he could feel George’s love like this.

George curled in even closer, letting his hands slide down to poke and play with Sapnap’s ribs. The child-like laugh that startled out of him made George coo.

“Shut up!”, Sapnap squeaked out, flustered.

He pressed his face impossibly closer to his neck, trying desperately to soak up every bit of happiness that was radiating off his best friend.

“What’s going on?”, Dream’s voice startled both of them.

George’s cheeks burned, feeling a little caught as he slipped his hands out if Sapnap’s sweatshirt. “Aww!! A little post-stream cuddle party?”.

“He’s tickling me…”, Sapnap said dazedly as he went a little limp in George’s hold. Man, he was being too cute. George grinned sheepishly. “He’s mean.”, the words were filled with giggles. It made George feel giddy.

George felt underneath the blankets for Sapnap’s hips and beamed at the loud squeal that resulted. He looked over at Dream like ‘See?’. Because look at how cute their friend is! He needs to be tickled!

Sapnap grabbed his hand and tried to roll on top suddenly, making George laugh and push back.

“I need some help here!”, he called out for Dream and grinned as he felt the weight drop onto the bed behind him.

“Guys!”, Sapnap’s voice pitched up all squeaky and cute, full of panic. Little did he know, he was just digging his grave further.

#lee!sapnap #ler!georgenotfound #snf tickle #mcyt tickle #summer ficlet #I know it’s late but I wrote this this morninggg

[hairmetal666]

The note shows up in Eddie's mailbox cubby on Valentine's Day.

It's nothing fancy, loopy cursive handwriting on lined paper:

"I know this is probably silly but I can't go another day without saying it, and today seems appropriate for this kind of confession. Seeing you in the morning is the best part of my day. You're so gorgeous it leaves me breathless. I hope you don't mind if I don't leave my name. Just wanted you to know that you're beautiful."

His eyes fill with tears that he blinks back, a goofy smile stretching his mouth wide.

"You good there, Munson?" Robin Buckley asks.

"Oh, yup, yeah, all good." He laughs. "Just got one of those 'you're my favorite teacher Mr. Munson!' notes."

He squeezes the letter to his chest before slipping it in his pocket.

---

The worst thing about Eddie's new job is that someway, somehow, Steve-fucking-Harrington works here too. PE teacher, JV basketball coach, of-fucking-course. Once a douchebag jock, always a douchebag jock. What makes it all worse is that he's still the prettiest guy Eddie's ever seen.

---

The first week of March, there's a commotion in the hallway that has him rushing out of his room, ready to breakup a fight. He finds Harrington already there, holding Dustin Henderson and Will Byers by their shoulders. Troy Walsh and James Dante stand across from them, wearing matching snarls.

Of course Harrington is picking on little nerd kids; he knew it. But before he steps forwards to break it up, Steve speaks, voice low and angry. "You want to tell me what happened here, Troy?"

"Byers tripped. He really should watch where he's going," Troy says. James laughs.

Steve's glare goes even more icy, more disdainful (it's so fucking hot, Eddie hates it). "You want to take that again? And try being honest this time, or you're suspend from the team."

Troy splutters for long enough that Eddie finally notices Will's stricken face, the sketchpad and snapped colored pencils littering the linoleum.

"I saw you take those things from Will, and unfortunately, I'll have to call your parents and you will be responsible for purchasing a new sketchbook and pencils. You're also benched for the next four games."

The boys shout, but when Steve raises a hand they quiet immediately. "You want to complain more, or do you want it to be five games?"

"No, sir," they answer before scampering off.

Harrington faces Dustin and Will. "You boys okay?" he asks them.

"We're good, Mr. H," Dustin answers.

"Glad to hear it." Steve begins collecting Will's ruined belongings, stops to study one of the drawings.

"This is really good, Will."

Will flushes. "Thanks. It's my character for dnd,"

"Dnd? That's that game that El and Max are always talking about? With the character sheets and the dice?"

"Yeah!" says Dustin. "You know it?"

Steve's smile is a little bashful, and it tugs at Eddie's heart in a way he has to ignore. "Not much. Just from what the girls have said. You want to tell me about it?"

"Really?" Their eyes light up.

"Really. You can stop by the gym during lunch. Only if you want to, though."

"Cool," says Dustin.

He pats them both on the shoulder, and they hurry away, leaving Steve and Eddie suddenly alone.

Eddie should head back to his class, hasn't been needed in this situation at all, really, but before he can disappear, Steve spots him and his eyes widen.

"You need something, Munson?" Steve's cheeks go a faint pink.

He shakes his head, feels wrong-footed. "Uh, that was really cool what you did just there."

"They're really good kids," Steve says. "I know them a little. Used to babysit El Hopper." He slides his hands into the pockets of his khakis and, seriously, fuck Harrington for looking like that in a pair of Dockers.

"Babysitter, Harrington? Never thought I'd see the day. Or that you'd be the one defending a bunch of nerds," Eddie says. He means it teasing, but Steve's face warps into a frown.

"Y--yeah, I guess. I mean. I'm trying not to be that guy anymore, and Robin's really helped--"

"Shit, man, I'm sorry. That's not what I meant, at all--"

"--I feel terrible about all that shit I pulled back in school. That King Steve stuff? I was awful and you didn't deserve--"

"Steve!" Eddie cuts him off. "I forgive you. For everything." He looks down at his shoes. "For all I didn't want to believe it, you really have changed."

They're both pink faced now, avoiding each other's eyes. "Thanks," Steve says. "I should get going, but--for the future-- I really wouldn't mind--um--trying to be friends."

The grin that passes across Eddie's face is huge. "Yeah, Harrington, I'd like that."

Eddie has to run to make it to his classroom on time. He passes Dustin and Will and the rest of their gaggle of friends, rushing them along, but forgets all about it as he steps in front of his third period juniors.

---

He and Steve are...friendly now. They chat, they joke, they share smiles that have Eddie's heart beating too fast even though it's not like that. Turns out Steve is kind and funny (a little bit of a bitch too, but in a way that ties Eddie's stomach in knots), and a hell of a teacher.

---

His freshman are in small groups, peer-reviewing an essays, when Max Mayfield catches his eye. She's one of his favorite students and absolute trouble.

"What's up, Mayfield." He asks.

"Are you friends with Mr. Harrington?" She asks.

He chuckles. "Sure, Max, we're friendly enough. Why?"

She narrows her eyes, like she knows he's not being totally honest. "Oh, nothing. He just talks about you all the time."

He's blushing horribly and Max, and all of her friends, smirk up at him. "He does?" He chokes out.

"Mmhmm," Lucas Sinclair says. "Says he thinks you're really cool."

"Definitely one of the best teachers here," Mike Wheeler adds.

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Okay, very funny, guys. How're your essays going?"

They answer, but before Eddie goes to help another group, Will says, "he really does like you, Mr. Munson. A lot."

El nods earnestly up at him. "It is true," she says. "I know him."

"Thanks, kids. I'll keep that in mind." He gives them a smile, tries not to let their words get to him. When he reaches the next group, though, he notices his hands are shaking.

---

Gifts start turning up in Eddie's cubby. It starts with a bag of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies from his favorite bakery. There's a small note that says "from your secret admirer," on the packaging. Every two weeks or so, something new shows up in his little mailbox; a woven friendship bracelet, a yellow rose, Hershey kisses, a delicately painted dnd figure that gives Eddie a small crisis because it's his own bard character, an Iron Maiden cassette, a bag of dice that almost brings him to genuine tears.

Eventually, he gets another note. This one is typed and reads: "I would love to have coffee with you 11am this Saturday at the Cafe on Main Street."

---

He walks into the cafe at 10:50am, wearing his favorite pair of ripped black jeans and a burgundy button-down, his hair pulled into a loose bun. He doesn't recognize anyone there.

Eddie gets in line, studies the menu, and the little bell above the door rings. He whips towards the sound to find none other than Steve Harrington in little wire rim glasses, a butter colored sweater, and jeans the man must have painted on, Jesus Christ. Honestly, the whole thing is enough to give Eddie a coronary (and to, embarrassingly, chub up in his own tight jeans).

"Steve?" He asks. He's overwhelmed with the (stupid, stupid) hope that it's been Harrington all along. "What are you doing here?"

"Henderson asked me to meet him. He around?"

"Uh, no?" Eddie feels heat creeping up his throat.

Steve shakes his head, as though he expected as much. "You alone? We could grab drink."

"I can't believe this." Eddie hides his face in his hands, knows it's gone horrifyingly crimson.

"What's wrong?"

"My secret admirer told me to be here now, so we could meet," Eddie's misery slices through his words. "I'm such an idiot."

"I--your--what?" Steve stammers.

He gathers himself enough to look Steve in his hazel eyes and ask, "I'm assuming it wasn't you leaving notes and gifts for me at work?"

And he expects Steve to say no. To laugh and ask why he'd ever do something like that, but instead, instead he flushes a deep red. "O-only one note."

"What?"

"I, uh," Steve clears his throat. "I left you a note. On Valentine's Day. I--we weren't friends yet, and I wanted you to know how much I liked you. It's --uh--it's pretty silly, huh? Robin's--"

"Steve," Eddie interrupts. He's going to tell Steve that he reads the note often enough that he has parts memorized; that it's the kindest thing anyone has done for him, but what he says instead is, "Dustin Henderson told you to meet him here at 11?"

"Yeah. Said he had something to show me."

Eddie remembers running into Will and Dustin and their friends that day in the hall, the weird conversation in class, the dice and the miniature. Something must click for Steve at the same time because his mouth drops, blush getting somehow deeper.

"Oh my god. Henderson! I'm gonna kill him. They figured out I had a crush on you."

"They WHAT?" Eddie says, loud enough that several looks are aimed their way.

"I'm so, so sorry, Eddie. Holy shit, this is so humiliating. You have to believe me, I had no idea they were doing this. God, I'm really starting to think it is possible to die from embarrassment."

"You have a crush on me," Eddie says instead of any of the dozens of helpful things he could say.

"Um. Yes?"

Eddie takes a deep breath, straightens his spine, and asks, "You wanna have coffee with me?"

"I'd really like that." Steve's return smile is so beautiful, it makes Eddie weak.

---

Eddie Munson is making out with Steve Harrington in the backseat of Steve's BMW. He and Steve spent the day together. They've kissed for so long that the sun has set, both of their lips are swollen, their skin red from stubble, and Eddie is nowhere near ready for the night to end.

Steve breaks away, gently pulling their mouths apart, but arms still tight around Eddie. "Hey, what kind of gifts were they giving you anyway? The kids?"

"Oh," Eddie blushes. "Uh, cookies, a dnd mini, lots of candy, a set of dice."

"Oh my god," Steve says, he pulls a little more away. "Oh my god, I'm going to kill her, Jesus Christ."

"Who are are you killing, sweetheart?"

Steve groans. "Robin. She was helping them. We found a set of dice at this little bookstore and she told me to get them for you, and--" he breaks off with a helpless, frustrated noise.

Eddie doesn't mean to, but he starts to giggle.

"It's not funny!" Steve says.

That only makes Eddie laugh harder. "Your best friend," he squeaks. "And a group of literal children set us up. That's hilarious, Harrington."

Steve's mouth drops and for a second Eddie thinks he'll be upset, but then he's giggling too, his whole face crumpling into it.

Steve pulls Eddie close once the laughter subsides, his eyes trained on Eddie's lips.

"We could pretend we didn't get together," Eddie manages to say.

"What, like, make them think they failed?"

"Yeah. We could tell them I got stood up, but you and I hung out. Had a bro day."

Steve giggles again, and it's the best sound Eddie's ever heard. "I'm absolutely on board with this plan, but you should definitely kiss me some more."

"Oh, yeah?" Eddie asks, his voice low. "And what'll I get out of it?"

"Why don't you get over here and see."

As if Eddie could turn down an invite that enticing. He slides a hand behind Steve's head, drawing him in, and they're kissing like they never stopped. It only been a few hours, but Eddie knows--without a doubt--he's already head over heels.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #oneshot #fluff #mutual pining #matchmaking #secret admirers #pe teacher steve harrington #english teacher eddie munson #kinda doing a parent trap thing #in which robin and the party parent trap eddie and steve #it's also the part of clueless where they do matchmaking with the teachers #first date #the party #robin buckley #platonic soulmates #rough winds do shake the darling buds of may but thy eternal summer shall not fade #phat did you write that

[loveinhawkins]

class vivisection

ao3 written for @steddiemicrofic March 2024 prompt, “pin,” 388 words. Rated G, Missing Scene, pre season 2, cw: implied/referenced homophobia

They’re all looking at you, Eddie’s brain helpfully suggests as he heads into first period. It’s not like the thought is unfounded; his entrance prompts whispers, mixed up with remnants of the usual student gossip after summer break: so who’s got the best tan?; did you hear Debbie Lyons went to France?; look, it’s true, Eddie Munson is repeating.

When he reaches his usual seat, there’s a bag on top of the desk already, and great, he’s gotta have a whole confrontation before class has even begun.

But Steve Harrington, sat two desks across, tilts precariously in his seat and retrieves the bag; Eddie’s spot is clear again.

Warily, Eddie sits down. “Uh, how’d you know that I—”

“You left your shit in the tray,” Steve says in an unconcerned drawl.

Eddie checks. There’s an old torn up notebook in the tray underneath his desk, barely written in, no helpful study notes from his past self. Bodes well.

“Doesn’t tell me why you put your shit on my desk, Harrington.”

“You think I wanna deal with a whole scene ‘cause someone sat in your precious seat? S’way too early.”

Eddie feels the familiar spike of irritation, like a gnat in his head. “I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself.”

Steve rolls his eyes to the ceiling. “Whatever, dude.”

And while he certainly seems bored, Eddie’s not gonna be taken for a fool. Yeah, the whole King Steve stuff might be dying, but that doesn’t completely diminish Steve’s social standing, especially now that he’s a senior.

There’s a sharpness in his eyes that suggests he can easily cut through the bullshit, take you down a peg with just one look.

Eddie feels those eyes on him—feels abruptly like a pinned butterfly, every part of him exposed. His palms are sweating.

Maybe there were whispers before he even arrived. Maybe they said more—kept spreading the rumour that started last fall, that he avoids the gym changing rooms because—because—

“Don’t overthink it, Munson,” Steve says. He glances away, eyes flashing with annoyance—but not at him, Eddie realises with faint disbelief. At the whisperers. “I’m just here to pass this damn class.”

He sounds thoroughly done with school already.

Eddie smothers a stab of envy at Steve’s certainty that he’ll pass. Opens his notebook and writes down the date.

#school after summer break: an anxiety cocktail #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficmarch #pre steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[stevesbipanic]

@steddielovemonth Day 29: Love is going out of your way to do something you know will make them happy @forgottenkanji

Eddie knew a lot of things about Steve. He knew he loved peonies more than roses and listened to folk music when he cooked. He knew he loved sledding in the winter and lake days in the summer. He knew every step of his hair care routine and loved head scratches the most. Above all he knew Steve loved Valentine's Day.

He remembered how Steve would always make sure every girl got at least one rose delivered to them in home room and loved decorating his locker. Always wrote his classmates cards to fill their love boxes and made sure the kids got plenty of chocolate. Watched some special girl get taken on a perfect date each year, wishing for a world it could be him.

He remembers there being no dates last year, Steve looking as forlorn as him. He would find out a couple months later it's because the golden boy had been harbouring an equally massive crush and they promptly got together.

Now this year he vowed to go all out for his sweet boyfriend and give him the Valentine's Day he deserved.

"Eddie you hate Valentine's Day."

"You said it was capitalist bullshit."

"You literally burnt a bouquet once."

Eddie glared at the other Hellfire boys, he'd asked them to the diner to help him plan the best day ever not be attacked.

"That was the old Eddie, a sad gay little teenager, adult Eddie has the prettiest boy in the world to please."

Jeff was looking at him fondly while Grant rolled his eyes and Gareth gagged.

"EW don't call my cousin pretty!"

"We literally perform a song where I do just that."

"GOLDEN GODDESS IS ABOUT STEVE!"

"Hush, Garebear, we have plans to make."

The plan began simple, Robin was to take Steve out for breakfast, well, Steve take her out after she begs. Convincing Robin of the plan was easy since she loves Steve and free food as much as Eddie.

Then, while the boys set up the final surprise, Eddie would meet up with Steve at the arcade with the kids.

"Can't wait til we're home and alone, Eds, nice to have someone on Valentine's Day again."

"Just you wait, sweetheart."

Max would then radio Steve asking him to drive her to the movies for her date (although she was refusing to call it that again) with Lucas. She was also easy to convince, liking free rides.

Eddie would quickly change and rush to Steve's apartment to make dinner, he'd told Max to delay getting ready til Steve got there to stall him. He figured he'd have just enough time before-

Eddie was only halfway through making dinner before he heard the keys in the lock. No, Steve was home early, the candles weren't even lit yet!

"Eddie?"

He felt caught and dejected, all his plans falling through his fingers.

Steve glanced around the apartment, rose petals and unlit candles and the dining table set for two with a bouquet of peonies in a vase. Steve's favourite, spaghetti bubbling away behind Eddie.

"Eds, did you do all this for me?"

There's a certain awe in his voice as he asks. Eddie turns, turning down the heat on the pot and steps towards Steve. He takes his boy's hands gazing at him softly, "Of course, sweetheart, you love Valentine's Day. You're always so busy making it special for everyone else, and you missed last year, I wanted you to get wooed for once."

Steve's eyes are a little misty but he's smiling so Eddie knows he's not upset, "You got home early tho, baby, I haven't even lit the candles or turned on the music," Eddie explained biting his lip softly.

"I'm guessing Max was meant to keep me busy? You didn't tell Sinclair and his mom picked her up," Steve laughed.

"Shit, I knew I forgot something."

Steve kissed his cheek, "I'm going to get changed, think that'll be enough time for you?"

"Knowing you'll take forever with your hair, yeah I'll be ready, angel."

Steve flicked him playfully, "Oi, you love my hair."

Eddie yelped but smiled coyly, "Love messing it up too," he said winking.

Steve blushed and went to his bedroom to change. Eddie quickly finished the food, turned on the radio and lit the candles hoping it all set a romantic mood. Like clockwork he plated the food just as Steve returned to the room.

"Smells delicious, baby, you made my favourite!"

Eddie helped him into his chair, playing up the gentlemen's act, "Anything for you, sunshine." He poured them wine and laughed together as Eddie explained the whole plan, including Gareth's protest which Steve's giggled at. They were now cuddled on the couch, not really watching the movie, more just looking at each other occasionally trading soft kisses.

"Thank you for today, Eds, it really means a lot."

"I want to make every day special for you, Stevie."

"I wanted to ask you something, was going to ask on our anniversary but no-one has ever seen me the way you do."

"You know you can ask me anything, love."

Steve took Eddie's hand, glancing down and playing with his rings, a habit Eddie knew he did when he was nervous, "I wanted to ask if you wanted to move in with me?"

A smile quickly crept across Eddie's face, thought about getting to come home everyday to Steve and wake up every morning to him. Thought about how home had become the boy sitting across from him, wherever he went Eddie always wanted to follow.

"I'd love to move in with you, Stevie."

Neither boy would ever have to spend another day, Valentine's or not, not feeling completely and utterly loved ever again.

#had to end love month with a big fluff piece #ty sandy for running this awesome event #cant wait for the next month challenge #might even be doing one of my own 👀 #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #ficlet #fluff #valentines day #end of love month means end of summer for me here in aus

[plistommy]

Just… Steve and Billy swimming inside Steve’s pool during the summer of ’85, kissing and laughing as they let the night fall around them. And soon, the stars are up in the sky as they lay on the ground with a soft towel under them, bodies close and warm while Steve explains the star sings to Billy with a sweet smile.

And Billy?

Billy has never been this in love.

#Missing harringrove hours #REALLY missing them ahhhh #SOFT BOYS #My roots #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #The summer vibes in s3 and the fics that came from it were just… amazing #THE FIX IT FICS #stranger things #steve x billy #hc #headcanon #stranger things 3 #summer #ficlet

[weird-an]

It's their first vacation as certainly-more-than-friends (because Billy is afraid of the word couple).

They are at a beach, so far away from Indiana that Steve isn't sure he knows what Hawkins looks like anymore.

Billy is sprawled out on a giant red beach towel, drinking beers from a can. He yawns and gives Steve a lazy smile, reminding Steve of a big cat.

Billy at the beach is marvelous. Steve is glad he bought a camera just for this trip.

Billy is still afraid to sit too close to Steve, afraid someone will notice that they aren't just two guys hanging out if their knees might touch. But he's more carefree, laughs louder and shakes his mullet after getting out of the water, getting Steve wet, too.

They are running out of drinks and Steve gets up to get another round. Something else catches his attention.

A pink cocktail. With a white flower on top. He takes it.

If summer was a drink, it would be this. He's grinning, when he comes back to Billy.

"What the fuck?" Billy glares at Steve. Like someone will take a look at this drink and two guys on separate beach towels and deduces that they are fucking. Steve knows Billy is afraid, but this is ridiculous.

"It's tasty," he says, still sucking on the straw. "Do you want to give it a try?"

"No." Billy purses his lips.

Steve sighs and hands him the plastic cup.

Billy sips the drink carefully- like it could be poisonous. His eyes sparkle and he takes a big gulp.

"Strawberry," he murmurs. Billy loves strawberries. Steve has never seen anyone eat that many strawberries. He swears Billy has been living off them for weeks now.

"Can I get my drink back?" Steve asks. He already knows the answer.

Billy chugs it down. "Here," he hands Steve the empty cup.

"I'm getting another one," Steve says. "For myself. Do you want one, too?"

"It's a girly drink," Billy huffs.

Steve rolls his eyes. He had some trouble too after discovering that he likes dick as much as pussy and even worse, that he likes Billy Hargrove - but it's just rum disguised as strawberry.

He gets them more. Billy scowls at him, but grins into his drink.

The heat and the liquor get to their heads. On the way to their motel, Billy slides one arm around Steve. He has never touched him in public. It's playful, like they are two drunk dudes and well, they kind of are.

"It's not gay to like pink drinks," Billy slurs into Steve's ear.

Steve snorts. Billy drank all their beers, too. Someone's going to bitch about his hangover tomorrow.

"It isn't," he agrees.

"It's gay to like Steve," Billy puts one and one together.

Steve's heart flutters. Billy never talks about his feelings. "Maybe," he says.

"It's very gay," Billy assures him when they stumble through the door of their room.

"Okay, you wanna lay down?" Steve closes the door and tries to help Billy who is swaying a little.

"I wanna fuck." Billy presses a sloppy kiss on his cheek. "I wanna make.. you know..."

Steve feels warm. They haven't said it. Steve had thought it many times.

"Sure, babe." Steve guides Billy to the bed. "Let's make love - but maybe tomorrow."

"'m gonna rock your world, Steve."

Within seconds Billy lies on the bed, snoring loudly. His lips are stained from the strawberry juice and there's a white flower behind his ear.

Billy is rocking his world every day. Steve snaps a photo. They are getting there.

#summer vibes summer idiots #I know I write a lot of ficlets at the moment but I can't stop #feel free to ignore me lol #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #harringrove ficlet #steve x billy

[f1amboyant]

There's definitely been a shift after the summer break, especially on Charles' part 👀 what happened Charles, did you like have some sort of sudden realisation?

Anon, you are so right! Charles has been throwing longing stares and heart eyes at Carlos like crazy since summer break, it's crazy. It's making me go insane.

Like. What is that?? This is not how you look at a teammate! Charles, get a grip (please don't, I am living for this!)

Something happened during summer break. My theory is that they did meet during the summer break (was it planned or not, I don't know, but something happened in the south of France 👀), they fucked (for the first time) and Charles is now obsessed with that man. And it shows.

Here's a little something for you...

.

They meet in the south of France.

Except for a few texts and one or two silly memes, they haven't been in contact much during the summer break. A like on an Instagram post here and there, keeping up with the other through social media. Kinda. Realizing they are not far from each other and yet they haven't planned to spend a single day together.

They spend enough days together working. This is summer break. This is for fun.

Still. They do meet. Somewhere in the south of France. In a private yet crowded club. Neither wanted to go, dragged by their friends. And yet here they are. Catching eyes from across the room.

Carlos wiggles his eyebrows. Charles giggles.

They go back to their friends.

They meet again later at the bar.

"I didn't know you would be here."

"They dragged me here, it wasn't planned."

They shout over the loud music and the alcohol slowly settling in their veins.

They go back to their friends again. They meet up again later. Much much later. In the bathroom. By accident.

Charles sways (drunk) and collides with Carlos' chest. Carlos laughs (too high, too loud, too drunk).

"Missed me this much, Lord Percival?"

"Maybe," Charles mumbles in Carlos' collar.

Carlos' shirt hangs open almost all the way down. There's only one or two buttons still attached.

"At this point, you should just take it off," Charles slurs.

(Or at least, that's what he is trying to say.) His alcohol-addled brain cannot really form sentences anymore. So he mumbles a few words then proceeds to rip the last two buttons on Carlos' shirt and opens it wide over the expanse of his muscled chest.

"Charles," Carlos groans. In warning. In lust.

But Charles barely listens, hypnotized by the glistening skin of Carlos' stomach, reaching a hand to trace the lines on Carlos' abs. He draws a shiver out of his teammate, a strangled moan, and a visible bulge in his pants.

Charles' mind buzzes with alcohol and the heady feeling of getting this kind of reaction from Carlos. It's exhilarating. He wants more.

He puts his hand on Carlos' crotch. Carlos pushes him back, slamming him back against the bathroom door.

"Charles," he whispers. Another warning.

He sounds wrecked, shaking with desire, rendered helpless from a single touch from Charles. Charles feels all too powerful. He needs more.

"Don't play with me," Carlos says.

"You want this?"

A nod. A step forward. One of them (Charles doesn't remember who) has the presence of mind to lock the door. The click is loud even with the music blasting from the club.

They are alone and Charles' hands are all over Carlos' body, eliciting all sorts of reactions from him and reveling in them all. The power he has over him is heady.

Carlos kisses him, messy and hungry.

Charles' hand slides into Carlos' pants, his fingers wrapping around a hard and leaking cock. Carlos gasps.

It's so so exhilarating.

He gets closer, his pelvis grinding against Carlos' hip as he strokes faster and faster. He drinks in all the little gasps and moans that escape Carlos' mouth. He bites on that plump bottom lip as Carlos exhales and comes right into Charles' palm.

"Charles..." he shudders.

Charles comes in his pants.

.

Charles wakes up the next morning, in his bed, with a headache pounding like crazy inside his skull. The nausea is strong but the dawning feeling as he remembers the previous night is stronger.

He kissed Carlos.

He gave him a handjob.

He came in his pants while doing it.

But most of all...

He wants more.

#ant answers asks #charlos #charlos fic #charlos ficlet #what happened during that summer break 2023?? #charles is in love now okay?? #carlos was already smitten anyway

[catbishonen]

Lunch at Nino after Adam's morning shift had become their routine. The place Aglionby boys flocked together were filled by town folks since summer vacation began. 

"Shit!" - The boy at the table behind Ronan swore as he hit his head on the light above. Their table exploded with laughter. They were loud and triumphant and kings of Henrietta.

Watching them, Ronan and Adam couldn't help smiling. Just a few months before, this had been them and their friends. They too, were kings of Henrietta, in search for magic and a sleeping Welsh king.

#the raven cycle #trc #pynch #gangsey #ronan lynch #adam parrish #the dreamer trilogy #tdt #set in the summer before Harvard #Opal short story #ficlet #My art stuff

[nakunakunomi]

This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection! Prompt: Relax Characters featured: Zoro (One Piece), 2nd person GN Reader Requested by: anon [a/n]: Zoro is my most requested character for this collection. Despite being open for 7+ fandoms at the time and only having 40 requests done by followers, 4 of them are Zoro. So I was surprised to see I hadn't written any of them yet. Here is number one, which again is longer than intended, oopsie. Enjoy!

There was SO MUCH to do. You weren’t really sure how you managed to get yourself a to-do list with an almost uncountable amount of items on it, but there you were and you were feeling yourself lose control slightly. Usually you were better at managing your lists, but it seemed like the Sunny was on imagined fire, and you were the only one running back and forth to fix it. 

No one seemed to be experiencing the same urgency as you were, but they definitely were noticing it. Sanji had made you some extra snacks, Robin had offered to read with you for a bit as a break, and Chopper had reminded you that you definitely needed some sleep, because the way things were going, you were slowly losing more and more hours, with no way to catch up on them. 

It all came to a halt when you were in the midst of checking something in storage, and you were forcefully picked up by the waist and slung over someone’s shoulder. You let out a yell in surprise, quieting quickly when you recognized it was Zoro who had picked you up. 

“Zoro, let me go!” You smacked him on the back, feeling nothing but hard muscle in return, he didn’t even flinch. Your slaps probably more akin to a massage than anything else. “Y/n. It’s been three days of you stressing for no reason. We still have more than a week before we even reach the next island. You need rest. Now.” 

It was not a question, it was fact. Zoro very rarely interrupted your rituals and routines, the fact that you functioned well independently from each other was one of the strengths of your relationship. Him interfering was a surefire sign that you had been truly overdoing it, and you knew the minute he had picked you up, you had already lost the fight. 

You were plopped down unceremoniously in a hammock, and pleasantly surprised to notice the green-haired swordsman was about to follow you in there. You didn’t even get time to protest, before you could even open your mouth, your head was already pulled close to him, the way you always loved to fall asleep, head on his chest. 

Your muscles relaxed instinctively, and just his slow heartbeat was enough a lullaby for you to feel sleep taking over, your brain finally unwinding. Zoro was asleep before you though, and you smiled, wondering if he even realized just how much of an effect he had on you. You pressed a soft kiss to his chest and fell asleep.

#zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #reader insert #2ND person POV #gn reader #ficlet #drabble #short #summer writing #event writing #queue

[indigosabyss]

Scott Explaining The Champions' Powers: Quickfire Round

XCU!Charles: So if they're not mutants, how did they acquire powers? Champions!Scott: Okay so... he's radioactive. She's a robot powered by the sun, so also a little radioactive. He's radioactive but bug type. She has a special suit. She's like a mutant but more alien experimentation. She's radioactive but like quantumly. Scott: *deep gasp* Scott: and Nova has a little hat.

#sam: FUCK YOU I HAVE A REACTOR IN THAT LITTLE HAT. I COULD BE RADIOACTIVE #sam alexander #scott summers #kamala khan #amadeus cho #miles morales #nadia van dyne #viv vision #cyclops #nova #ms marvel #totally awesome hulk #spiderman #x men 2000 #marvel champions #ibis ficlets

[wishitweresummer]

Okokok…so the same concept, but better. (Or part two to this.)

Being held upside down while someone else tickles you.

“What did you do to poor Georgie!”.

“Dreheheam, dont!!! Please!!”.

Sapnap batted away George’s hands, crying out when one broke through his defenses and squeezed his side.

“Can’t take what you dish out, huh?”, George smirked as Sapnap burst out laughing. The younger quickly lost his composure. He shrieked as Dream bounced him playfully.

Dream was holding him upside down for George. His face reddened from a mixture of embarrassment and the blood rushing down to his face. He squealed embarrassingly loud when his shirt fell to expose his bare tummy.

“Awww!!”, George coo’ed meanly.

“FuuHAHAHAHA!!”, Sapnap thrashed.

Though, he wasn’t shaking Dream’s grip anytime soon. Devious little hands came poking and grabbing him everywhere, making him crazy.

“How long did he do this to you for George?”.

“…ten minutes.”.

“What?! No I-gah!! Hey!!! Dream I didn’t!! GEORGE STAHAHAPP!! Get out!!!”, Sapnap was a mess. George had managed to shove one finger in his bellybutton and one hand in his armpit at the same time, sending him into a frenzy of panicked laughter as he tried to get them out.

“Huh. Guess we’ll have to tickle him for ten minutes then.”, Dream grinned wolfishly.

“Yep!”.

“No please!! Guys c’mon!!! Lemme gooo!! NahaHAHA!! STAAAHAHAAA!!!!”.

Sapnap’s world bobbled; upside down and blurry with his dizzy giddiness.

#lee!sapnap #ler!georgenotfound #snf tickle #dream team tickle #mcyt tickle #summer ficlet

[hairmetal666]

Eddie's supposed to be writing. The guys, they all agreed they'd each come to practice armed with two whole new songs they could pick from to add to their set list at the Hideout. And he's got his pen, and he's got his most recent trusty Composition Book, and all his lyrics are fucking bullshit about golden tanned skin and honeyed eyes and tracing constellations in freckles and moles, pathetic lines about being twisted in bed sheets, and the hopeless love he found himself in.

For the fifth time in an hour, he rips out the offending page, crunches it into a tight ball, and throws it across the room.

He can't write about Steve Harrington for the rest of his life; spend his nights aching for the boy who established himself as a fixture in Eddie's life and then just disappeared.

The worst of it--the very worst--is that Eddie knew better. Steve was never his, not in any real way, no matter how many times they fucked. He's Steve Harrington. Straightest guy in Hawkins. Popular. Rich. Whole fucking life laid out for him on a silver platter. And Eddie fell for him. It's the Munson curse, he supposes; always wanting what you can't have.

It started the way these things usually do, "got any weed?" and "come back to my place, Harrington" and "I got this stupid job at the mall, meet me there?" and lying "hey, guys, can't make band practice, gotta help Uncle Wayne" and "Munson, I really want--can I kiss you?"

In every other fantasy Eddie's ever had, it ends there. Steve gets his kiss and they never see each other again. But Steve Harrington--he's full of surprises. It catches Eddie off guard, makes him want, makes him trust. Because it's not just kisses. It's hands and mouths and "anything you want, Eddie. Let me make you feel good."

Maybe it wouldn't have hit so hard--maybe Eddie could've stopped from falling--if Steve hadn't been so good. Bitchy, sure, but genuine and kind. Had this whole gaggle of junior high kids he babysat, like what the fuck. Would hang out with Wayne and shoot the shit about whatever sports nonsense was on tv. Harrington never was as mean, as spoiled, as superficial as Eddie suspected.

Then Starcourt. That's when it all changes. Steve stops coming around then, in the aftermath. It hurts, but Eddie tells himself it's for the best. Now, he knows it would have been.

Two weeks with no contact, and Steve shows up at his door in the middle of the night. Eddie winces at the healing bruises and cuts on his face, can't imagine how much worse they were to start. He steps aside, lets Steve in, plans to say that he can't be whatever they are anymore.

Steve kisses him. It's a hot, needy thing, wild with teeth and tongue, nothing like before. Eddie is helpless to it, helpless to the way Steve grinds against him, already hard. He should slow it down, check-in that Steve is in the right headspace for this, but Steve is moaning low in his throat and Eddie can't think.

They're in Eddie's bed and Steve says, "fuck me, Eddie?" and Eddie says "are you sure" because he can't stop himself. Steve rolls his eyes (beautifuly bitchy), says, "I need to feel you inside me, baby."

How can Eddie say no?

Eddie's never done this before, but it doesn't matter. It's everything--Steve is everything--he could ask for.

The next morning, he expects Steve to be gone. Thinks they'll never see each other again. But he finds Steve in the kitchen, in his boxers and Eddie's Iron Maiden shirt, making eggs and talking to Wayne like it's the most normal thing in the world.

The next month and a half are the best of Eddie's life. He and Steve spend more time together than they do apart. Nights at Eddie's trailer, in Eddie's bed. Days lounging at the Harrington pool and driving around the nothing that surrounds Hawkins. Sometimes they'll stop in the middle of nowhere, climb on top of the van, and just--be. Steve takes his shirt off, and Eddie traces their names in the sun-soaked freckles, thinking maybe he really gets to have this, have Steve.

It ends as quickly as it started. One morning in September, Steve is cupping Eddie's neck, pulling him in for a goodbye kiss, saying, "sorry, baby, gotta get home for my parents. I'll see you later tonight, yeah?"

Except Eddie doesn't. Eddie doesn't see Steve that night, or the night after, or the night after that. He stops coming around and all Eddie is left with is a broken heart and these piss poor excuses for songs.

He rips out the latest page, waxing lyrical about the wonders of August, and time slipping away, and the boy he'll never forget. Crumples it into a ball and bats it into a pile of junk accumulated in the corner of his room.

Eddie needs a break.

He flies into the living room, snatches up his keys from the floor by the coffee table, and flees his house and all those memories of Steve. It's not like he has anywhere specific to go, so he drives around town, with his windows down and his music up.

His tires screech as he rounds the corner to the video store and arcade. He's not planning on stopping, but honestly, maybe a few rounds of Space Invaders is exactly what he needs.

The van hasn't even come to a stop in the parking spot when his eyes fall on Steve Harrington. He's standing in the middle of the parking lot surrounded by a gang of kids (including some of Eddie's new little sheepies) and Robin Buckley. Steve wears a sunny yellow sweatshirt, tight jeans, and his hair is perfectly coifed, falling in an elegant wave. His hands are on his hips, mouth and brows pinched stern. He's gorgeous, perfect.

It's an assault, an attack, Eddie's entire body shakes as the months they spent together crash over him. He has the van in reverse before he consciously thinks to do so, flooring it out of the space hard enough to burn rubber.

The noise, the speed, it draws the entire group's attention to him.

His eyes meet Steve's.

Time stops and so does he, idling in the middle of the parking lot. For a second, one moment in time, Steve's face falls. His mouth loses that grumpy pinch, his eyebrows drop, his beauty transformed by grief, by fucking longing.

Steve takes a step forward, and Eddie hits the gas, van screaming out of the parking lot. He watches the group shrink in his rearview mirror, sure that he imagined the sorrow in Steve's face, anyway.

They're nothing to each other.

Never were.

By popular request: Part Two

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #oneshot #ficlet #angst #no happy ending #august #summer romance #heartbreak #mutual pining #based on a taylor swift song #i probably went overboard with the references to the lyrics #i'm not sorry #it's about the longing #august slipped away into a moment in time #whatever you do don't think about how the next time they see each other is Eddie pinning Steve to the wall in the boat house

[howtobecomeadragon]

mike gets sunburnt every summer. he tries to remember his sunblock, he really does, but sometimes it slips his mind. sometimes he does put it on but he then forgot to re-apply the sunblock after his first application washed off when he swam or when he was outside all afternoon.

either way, he inevitably always burns. he withstands the teasing from the others for a week, puts aloe vera on his burns with annoyance every day at his mom's insistence. and then his skin starts to get a little bit itchy and then suddenly, his sunburn is peeling.

will is his designated sunburn skin peeler. when lucas did it, he wasn't delicate enough and ended up peeling it to the unsunburnt edges of his skin, causing it to sting and pull. mike always ended up smacking lucas's hands away with a loud "ow, shit, stop!" lucas rolled his eyes at him and told him, "fine, you can keep looking nasty with all your peeling skin." when dustin peeled the sunburnt skin, he always got grossed out, making fake retching noises to make will and lucas laugh, and made distressed groans when faced with a back full of mike's peeling sunburnt skin. mike would call out "this means it's healing, okay! the skin underneath is healthy and not burnt. just do it!"

that left will. he was patient and gentle with his artist's fingers. when he peeled some sunburnt skin that stung, mike hissed in pain and will immediately stopped, whispering, "sorry, sorry. maybe i'll get that one in a few days." when will got a big peel, he showed it to mike with his nose scrunched up, looking a little grossed out but also delighted with sick fascination.

what his peeling sunburnt skin really was was a good exercise in trust. mike didn't love his body all the time. he took his shirt off to swim, got sunburnt on his back and shoulders, and then he couldn't reach the peeling skin as the sunburn faded. the peeling skin made him feel gross, entirely and overwhelmingly self-conscious by how disgusting it looked. and to get it off, he had to take his shirt off again to show it to someone and ask them to help.

will's fingers on his back always made him shiver a little bit. cooler fingers on burnt skin, perhaps. but he was often just red and flushed with the exposure of it all, and maybe that's why he shivered. his bare back being face up surrounded by his fully clothed friends, dustin making jokes about it all, lucas itching to meticulously get rid of all peeling skin with ruthless efficiency.

will helped. he made mike shiver but he helped. he was quiet in a way that mike knew probably just reflected his focus, similar to his focus while painting, but it also allowed time for mike to breathe through his anxiety and his discomfort at being shirtless like this. he wondered what will thought about his back, if his shoulders seemed broad enough, if he had too many moles, if he seemed too skinny or not skinny enough. maybe not muscular enough.

he always managed to breathe through it though, and on the other side, will would quietly say something funny or sweet or distracting, and mike could stop thinking for a moment about will seeing him half naked with gross, peeling skin.

when will was done, he laid a warm hand on mike's back, up between his shoulder blades. it was soft and fleeting but reassuring, and will announced, "all done! it looks a lot better." and he took his hand away.

mike sat up, reached around to feel his back feeling much smoother, and grinned gratefully at will. he shrugged his shirt back on and said, "oh my god, thank you so much. last sunburn of the summer, i promise."

will snorted and said, "sure."

but next time they went to the pool, once they all got out of the pool, will tossed him some sunblock and said, with a twinkle in his eyes, "put some on, okay? i can help if you can't reach your back." but then he averted his eyes quickly as mike flipped open the cap on the sunblock.

mike didn't need help applying it. but he thought about will's offer. he thought about it all afternoon and it hung in his mind for hours after he got home. he thankfully didn't get sunburnt after he put on a second application of sunblock.

he thought some more about will's offer and the way his eyes turned away as mike awkwardly put the sunblock on in front of all the people at the pool. maybe will knew he felt a little uncomfortable shirtless and being looked at too much. maybe mike wouldn't have minded if will had looked, though. will's eyes were always soft and gentle and held a feeling in them that helped mike relax in his skin.

he called will that night. mike thanked him for the extra sunblock and the reminder to put on a second coat, and reported that he was currently sunburn-free. will laughed and brushed off the gratitude like it was nothing. it was late so they both spoke quietly into their phones, mike cradling the handset close to his mouth.

"so maybe you can make it through the summer with no more sunburns, huh?" will asked. he laughed and added, "no more peeling skin to deal with."

mike's head was fuzzy because it had been a long, sun soaked day, and they were already well into the night. he thought of will offering to apply the sunblock again, and of the shiver mike felt at will looking at his back. it was anxiety of being looked at mixed with... something. something that felt like butterflies or the shiver you get from a fever, the flush of a sun kissed cheeks, the comfort of wanting to be soft and quiet on the phone with his best friend late into the night. it reminded him of how he felt watching will get tanner and tanner all summer long, while mike just got pink over and over again. it was how he felt when will took off his shirt to swim, when mike saw the tan line on his arm from wearing t-shirts in the sun all summer. it was the flutter he got from will's scrunched up nose, his big smile, his laugh.

mike's head was buzzing and his heart was pounding out of his chest. the words tumbled out of him, not responding to what will had said at all. "do you want to go to a movie with me tomorrow night?"

there was quiet on the other end of the phone, mike could just hear will's breathing for a few moments.

"like with lucas and dustin?"

mike rushed to answer, "no. no. just you and me. i want to take you to the movies."

quiet again, before will said, speaking quickly and fumbling a little, "yeah, that sounds really fun. let's do that."

mike held the phone handset even closer to his face, as if that would help him see will from across town and know exactly what he was feeling. "no risk of a sunburn at the movies," mike joked.

will laughed quietly and said, "no, it should be a safe place for you."

mike thought to himself, absently, as if floating, that right next to will was always a safe place for him. once he grabbed onto the thought, it hit him hard.

he whispered quietly into the dark, "i'll get us icee's and some candy tomorrow night. whatever you want"

will's voice floated back to him, a little breathless with a small laugh. "i don't need much, mike. i'll just be happy with some reece's pieces. it'll be fun even... even without any candy. it's always fun going to the movies with you."

mike grinned and resisted the urge to bury his face in his pillow. "yeah. yeah, it is. i'll get you some candy anyway though."

mike hoped, as they said goodnight and hung up their phones, that will knew. he hoped that will could tell what mike meant, what was just beneath his words. will always seemed to get him, so he probably did. if not, mike was going to hold his hand at the movies the next night anyway, and will would definitely figure it out then. will's hand in his would probably be just as soft and reassuring as it was when it rested on mike's shirtless back.

mike had a little shiver at the thought before falling asleep.

#byler #sunburns #tw peeling skin?? #like not in a gross way but just the little peeling after a sunburn #summer byler vibes #inspired by my own peeling sunburn 🫡🫡 #mike and body image #byler ficlet

[stevesbipanic]

@steddielovemonth Day 26: Love is a fire that never goes out. @sidekick-hero

"We need more logs! I want a big fire!"

"We haven't even gotten the fire started, Eddie, Mr Samson said we needed twigs first."

"Bet I can find more twigs than you!"

"You're on!"

It took the two young boys an hour to actually get their fire going, Eddie insisting on trying to start it with rocks for half of it. All the other camp kids were roasting their marshmallows by the time the first few sparks ignited in their little fire pit.

"We did it, Eds!"

"I told you, we're master survivalists, Stevie."

They stayed huddled around their fire for hours, curled up with one blanket and ate their way through a whole bag of marshmallows til their tummies ached and their eyelids drooped.

"C'mon boys, time for bed, you're going home tomorrow."

In their tent they pushed their sleeping bags closer together, still not wanting their last night to end.

"You'll write, won't you Stevie?"

"Of course, Eddie, you're my bestest friend in the whole wide world!"

Eddie giggled reaching out to take Steve's hand.

"I wish I lived in Hawkins with you, then we could play every day together."

Steve gripped his little hand tightly, "One day when we're big we'll have houses next door and a tunnel connecting them so we can hang out all day, no bedtimes!"

The next day, through hugs and sniffles they made sure the other had their address. The letters would stop a couple months later.

Steve often thought about what happened to his friend, why did he stop replying? Eventually, Steve stopped sending the letters, too.

That summer became a distant memory as Steve finished middle school then began high school, becoming King Steve. He thought briefly about his time at camp as he hugged Dustin goodbye the summer of '85.

It wouldn't be until the summer of '86 that two boys would find themselves around a campfire again.

"You ever go to summer camp?"

"Oh, once! It's a little hazy, that was the summer before dad went to jail and I was in foster til Wayne found me. But I remember loving it, there was a boy who I wrote too before everything happened. We used to wish that I lived in Hawkins with him, I have to admit I had a huge crush on him looking back."

The memory felt thrust back into Steve's mind, campfires and swimming and huddling in tents. He passed a marshmallow to Eddie, the fire crackling in front of them.

"Mmm I loved camp too, told this boy once when we were big we'd have tunnels under our houses, wonder what he'd think now knowing he's been staying across the hall from me?"

Steve turned towards Eddie, hoping Eddie remembered what a young Steve had wished, "I think I had a huge crush on him too."

"Stevie, you're that Stevie?"

"Would you forgive no tunnels if we shared a bed again?"

"I'd like that, sweetheart, although young us should know we're even more master survivalists now."

Steve laughed, "We would've been demogorgan dinner as kids!"

Eddie joined his laughter, "I still think if I got the right rock I could start a fire."

One day Steve would tell him that starting that campfire together lit a fire in his heart that burned for the rest of their lives.

#summer camp au #stranger things #childhood friends #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #pre st4 steddie #ficlet #fluff #steddielovemonth

[animezinglife]

Sounds of Summer

Time seems to move more slowly in the Summer Court, and Lucien and Elain take in every second. A short scene of the two in Summer.

Genre: Romance/Fluff Post-canon Elucien ficlet. Special thanks as always to @lucienarcheron and @zenkindoflove for the continued support. I hope this brings you both peace and warmth this weekend. Elucien Masterlist | AO3

Time has always seemed to move more slowly in Summer. The thought strikes Lucien again now as he takes in Elain’s sleeping form. The sheets are draped over her in a near-tangled mess; her golden-brown waves fanning out around her on the pillow and one strap of her nightgown falling slack over her shoulder. She breathes deeply; serenely. At first, he doesn’t move, committing the sight–committing her–to memory. While she’s always beautiful–the most beautiful female he’s ever seen–seeing her slumber like this tugs at the quieter side of their bond. The side he’s been able to sense in her from the start, and that she’s sensed in him.

He silently curses the fact they have to wake at all.

Already, they’ve slept in, the sunlight and salty air from the massive, open doors filling their suite with mild heat and a hint of salty mist. She stirs slightly, a quiet, content hum barely audible over the sound of the sea outside. Gently, he brushes a strand of hair from her face, a small smile crossing his face as her brow furrows slightly.

“Elain.” His voice is low, still groggy from his own sleep. Her eyelashes flutter slightly though her eyes stay closed, and when she doesn’t move, he leans into her and brushes a kiss against her hair. She doesn’t wake–not entirely, anyway, instead letting out a small huff in complaint and turning onto her side so that she faces him. He can’t help the smirk that forms on his face at that, and he slides the strap of her nightgown back into place on her shoulder before lowering his lips to her forehead. He peppers small kisses to her cheek and jawline as he feels the approval she sends down the bond, and he rests his lips near her ear to murmur quietly before kissing her there, too: “They’re going to wonder where we are.” Another kiss as goosebumps rise on her skin. “What we’ve been doing,” he adds pointedly, and if he’d ever had a doubt that she’d begun feigning sleep now, the color that flushes her ears and her cheeks is enough to confirm her act.

Her eyes flutter open then, fawn-brown meeting his under those heavy lashes. Though she’s blushing at his implication, a small, sleepy smile crosses her face. Mother, he’ll never get used to this: waking up beside her, that subtle but addicting scent of honey and jasmine, and feeling her warmth. 

Feeling the bond that hums between them, peaceful and content.

They’d stayed out late the night before–each night they’d been here in fact, after long days filled with a mix of meetings and sightseeing. Tarquin and Cresseida both had taken to Elain instantly, and Lucien was almost certain that if emissary business hadn’t often called them and if they hadn’t shared a bed, the princess of Adriata would’ve claimed as much time with her new friend as she could.

It was almost funny, Lucien thought, how easily his mate had charmed the High Lords and ladies of each court. How easily she’d found that balance of navigating politics and building trust–the latter of which seemed to fall quickly to the others genuinely liking her and calling her a friend. Cresseida had been no exception despite the watchful, calculated distance she had kept from the two of them at first–something Lucien had picked up was likely still a reservation from what had happened with the Night Court. While Elain had been given as much of the backstory as he had, she had met Tarquin and the princess with an easy smile and manners that charmed them and quickly had the latter gossiping about less political matters.

Lucien had still managed to steal her away though, or more accurately, Elain had managed to steal him away from the politicking and courtly social affairs. They’d made their way to the beach together after dinner the night before and walked alongside the water, letting it wash over their feet and Elain soak up the sights, sounds, and feeling of it. She had taken his hand and half-led him there, and given his hand a squeeze as they’d stopped, watching the sun sink below the horizon. 

When propriety hadn't required them to join Tarquin for meals, they’d ventured out on their own to sample the local cuisine from a different, less courtly perspective. They’d explored countless shops and gardens; several bakeries that specialized in pastries with sea salt, chocolate, and caramel. Lucien hadn’t hesitated to show Elain to all the locations he could remember where the rare, tropical flowers of Summer bloomed, and at the sight of them her face lit up. She had clutched his hand and led him over to one plant in particular before he could react, leaning in towards its petals and taking a long, deep breath to sample its scent, expressing how much she’d loved the hints of orange, jasmine, plum, and amber.

When Cresseida had stolen her away the next morning to talk over colorful drinks, Lucien had returned to the shops until he’d found a perfume in the scent’s perfect match. He’d gifted it to her last night, and the sweet, gentle scent still lingers on her neck and wrists.

He lowers his lips to her neck then and she giggles, her arm looping around his neck lazily and tracing a line down the back of his bare shoulders.

“So persistent,” she says, her voice every bit still as tired as his sounds. But there’s a lightness to it he doesn’t miss, and when he meets her gaze again, she doesn’t hesitate before pulling him to her and pressing her lips against his own. 

The kiss is as slow and lazy as the waves below. It’s coaxing; savoring and slow, even as she angles herself to deepen the kiss and traces his lower lip with the tip of her tongue. He’s too aware of the hem of her nightgown rising as she hooks a leg lazily over his waist. His hands find the curve of her waist–barely concealed by that thin silk–and pulls her soft frame against him. The small sound she makes nearly undoes him there, but he savors every bit of her he can take in: the taste of her lips, her scent, and soft curves against his body as they lay tangled there. He both hears and feels her heartbeat synching closely with his own as his hand trails over down over her hip, giving her a light squeeze that makes her breath catch before continuing down her bare thigh. 

“I could get used to this,” she breathes against his lips, and he lets a small smile cross his face. She nudges the tip of his nose with her own–a gesture that sends a memory flooding through him of the first time she’d done so, and his amusement that had followed. That strange human gesture–as though she’d mimicked a curious, playful fawn–still floods him with warmth. “Being here with the sun and sea. I never thought I’d see the ocean, you know.”

“I’ll bring you here anytime you like,” he murmurs, and she gives him a soft smile.

“I know.” She kisses him again, this time more earnestly with her hand sliding to the side of his neck and down the slope of his exposed shoulder. When they separate briefly, he sees the twinkle in her brown eyes just before she pushes him then, climbing over him as his back draws flat against the sheets. He lets out a low laugh as she lies across him and kisses the corners of his mouth and jawline. When her lips find his scar he breathes her in deeply; his hand brushing her hair off her back and wrapping those golden-brown waves once around his hand. 

“I’ll take you anywhere, Elain,” he whispers, and he doesn’t miss the caress she sends down the bond. It’s as though his mind and entire body react to it, too, whatever deep magic of that bond or their souls intertwining together and offering both a content, satisfied glow. 

“I know that, too,” she says, and she rests so that her face is hovering barely an inch above his. She brushes a strand of his hair off his face, and he traces a strand of hers that he still holds in hand. “I’d go anywhere with you, but right now…” Her voice trails as she shifts, and he senses her intentions changing before her body gives any sign. Her cheeks flush slightly, and he commits the sight of it to memory–all of her to it. His free hand slides down her back knowingly, her scent changing quickly and his own body entirely too near to giving his own wants away. Yet he stays still and he watches her until her eyes pose a question. As her full lips quietly speak the words he’s already hoping he might hear. “I just…want you.” 

He doesn’t wait for her to continue. He catches the back of her neck with his free hand and kisses her again. Softness turns to hunger, and the strap of her nightgown falls from her shoulders again she returns his intensity. 

His warmth.

His desire.

His love.

His mate.

He doesn’t care what hour it is. He’ll give her every second, every minute, every hour he can.

The Summer Court will have to wait.

#elucien #elucien ficlet #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elucien fics #elucien short one-shot #acotar #summer court #the summer court #elain x lucien #lucien x elain #this is super over-the-top sweet so if you don't like fluff with a capital F #this probably isn't for you #wyse_ink #wyseinkworks #soft elucien

[weird-an]

Neil is gone for the whole weekend. What a fucking blessing.

It's too hot for dumb chores and beatings and Billy just wants to fucking relax. He drives out to Lover's Lake right after school. A whole weekend full of disrespect and no responsibilities.

It's the only kind of beach here in Hawkins and while it does nothing to soothe the ache in his heart when he thinks of saltwater and waves, it's still way better than the sad community pool he's working at.

He's spreading out on his mint green beach towel, mullet in a messy bun using one of Max' blue scrunchies, aviators that he stole from Harrington last week in school when that idiot wasn't watching, on his nose and cracks open a cold one. He's watching the glistening surface and listens to the water gurgling. Tiny waves, almost putting him to sleep. And with Neil gone, far away in another town, he's feeling lighter.

"Are those my fucking aviators?" Harrington's voice startles Billy. He blinks, a bit dazed by the sun and the hazel eyes shining brighter than it.

Harrington stands over him, only wearing pink swim shorts. They are wet, dripping on Billy's shoulders. His chest that Billy remembers rather vividly is covered with an impressive amount of hair. That hasn't been there before.

"No idea what you're talking about." Billy grins at Harrington, all teeth and mischief, delighted by the exasperated sigh he's getting in return.

Harrington grabs the beer can out of his hand.

"Hey!" Billy sits up. "This is my beer, asshole."

"Says the thief himself," Harrington scoffs. He downs the can and crunches it with his hand. He seems to think for a few seconds, tapping his finger against his pink lips.

"Gimme another beer." Harrington says, snatching off the glasses from Billy's face.

"Fuck off," Billy barks. It's way too bright.

Harrington doesn't fuck off. Sits next to Billy on his towel which is way too small for two guys. His knee, cold from the lake's water, knocks against Billy's and stays there.

"Let's race to that buoy over there and I'll give them back to you," Harrington says. "Or are you scared to lose?"

"I never lose," Billy says, getting up.

Harrington's laugh follows him when he walks into the water. The water is fresh and cool, nearly biting his skin. He swims, fast and long strokes.

To his surprise Harrington is faster. Overtakes him with ease. No way this fucker is winning.

Harrington cackles, nearly reaching the buoy. "I was captain of the swim team, Hargrove."

Billy is always winning. No matter what. So he's playing dirty. He reaches out, grabs Harrington's swim shorts. Pulls them down.

He thought Harrington would stop. Maybe even shriek and blush. But he just laughs again and Billy stares at his pale ass, still holding the shorts.

"Oh, you could have just asked me, Billy."

Billy's face burns. He can't look away. Harrington's hand touches the buoy.

"So, what's my price then?" he asks, a brow raised. "Can I choose? Or are you afraid?"

"Never," Billy lies - which is easier today, with Neil far away.

"Pull your shorts down," Steve says. "If you're already getting me naked."

Billy nearly forgets how to swim. The heat must have gotten to his head.

#man i wanted to keep this short #okay now I have to write them doing it at lovers lake I mean that lake is called that for a reason #summer vibes #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #harringrove ficlet #steve x billy