Bliss

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

He would love your laugh. He would especially love it if he was the reason you were laughing. He realized that the was in love with you when you were laughing at one of his dumb jokes, it damn near started his undead heart again.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

He would love your lips, being able to kiss them whenever he wants is a privilege. Or watching you speak, he would love watching your lips moving up and down. (Subsequently, he loves your voice, although that's not really a part of your body.)

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

While he enjoys regular cuddling, he loves using your lap as a pillow. or when you use his lap as a pillow. He loves it when you fall asleep laying on his lap, knowing you're comfortable enough to fall asleep on him like that makes him so happy.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

I feel like an ideal date with Emmett is either pulling pranks, watching him fight a bear, or having a night playing board games. He'd enjoy playing Uno, or Sorry with you (even if you kicked his ass at the games) he'd have the time of his life spending time with you.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He expresses his feelings through little notes. He’ll leave post-it notes all over your room, they don’t have very long messages just something short and sweet. ‘Out fighting bears, love you.’

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

When he turned he was only 20, and he hadn't really thought about a family yet. Right now though, he's perfectly content with his family just being you and the other Cullens.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

I feel like Emmett would give you small, seemingly insignificant gifts to anyone but the two of you. For example, he once found a rock while hunting, and like a penguin, he brought it to you. (It's still sitting on your dresser.) He'll occasionally get you more expensive gifts. It's not the price that matters to him, what matters is your happiness.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He loves holding hands, every day all day. Do you wear rings? Oh yeah, he’s gonna mess with those all the time. Do you talk with your hands? You’re gonna be talking with one hand from now on, so sorry.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Depending on why you got hurt he’d either one feel guilty for letting you get hurt or two laugh at you for getting hurt (in a nice way- like how he laughed at Bella for breaking her hand). While Carlisle is checking out the injury he’d be right by your side the entire time.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

He loves pulling harmless pranks on you. Y’know that super cliché prank of filling a bucket with water and putting it on top of a door frame? Yeah- he’s done that to you. He especially loves it when you prank him back (if you’re a vampire the Cullens can only expect centuries of prank wars).

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

He loves kissing your cheeks. The first time he kissed your cheek you turned so red, so of course he decided that’s what he would do all the time.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Like I mentioned before, he acts like a crow. Did he find a shiny rock while hunting? Yeah, that’s coming home to you. His main love language is ten-thousand percent gift-giving.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

When you first got together and started pranking each other, Edward walked right into a trap you had set for Emmett. The look on your face was priceless, and god your laugh in that moment was the best thing. You laughed so hard that by the time you’d calmed down, there were tears running down your face.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

If you’re human his worst fear is that one day you’ll wake up and suddenly your blood will be the most tempting thing to him, and as a result, you’ll die at his hand. If you’re a vampire his worst fear is you getting bored of him and leaving.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Ever since you introduced him to modern movies and trends he will walk around quoting them constantly. He once told Edward “You’re a neo-maxi-zoom-dweebie.” You were the only other person who understood the reference and that only made it better.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He would pull pet names for you out of his ass. Of course, there are the typical ones like babe or baby. But then there’s also snookums and honey butter biscuits (yes that is an actual pet name). The more outrageous the pet name, the more he throws it into causal conversation.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

He likes curling up with you on the couch and watching movies. Since it’s always rainy in Forks almost every weekend has a lazy movie day. Surprisingly he really enjoys 80’s movies. Breakfast Club, The Dark Crystal, and The Lost Boys are some of his favorites.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

‘Ma Belle Evangeline’ from The Princess and the Frog. The lyric “Love always finds a way it’s true!” struck him the first time he watched the movie, it reminded him of you.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Emmett has no secrets. Well, minus the secret of his species. After he revealed himself as a vampire he has no secrets from you. You’re the person he goes to when he has a secret that desperately needs to be shared.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

After meeting each other you clicked almost instantly, becoming fast friends. So I say it took four months for y’all to get together. After you started dating though you slowed down immensely.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

When you’re upset Emmett makes it his personal mission to make you at the very least crack a smile. He’d bring you your favorite food, drink, or snack. He’d pull you onto the couch or into bed and just cuddle you until you told him what was wrong.

Sure it isn’t always the best way to make you feel better but it’s Emmett’s way. Another thing he’s found works is tickling you, it’ll get you to laugh.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He’s very proud of his strength and his physical stature. He’s also proud of the fact he has such an amazing partner. He absolutely loves showing you off, if he could every time y’all walked into a room together he’d shout “Look at me! I’m in love with one of the greatest people ever!”

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

If you’re human and got into a fight with another human he’d think you were a badass, but if you tried to fight a vampire he’d be worried. If you got hurt, he’d blame himself for it.

If you’re a vampire and got into a fight, his worry for your safety would lessen, and his admiration for you would grow (if that’s even possible).

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

At first when you didn’t know each other all that well he wouldn’t be able to read you, but after getting to know each other he’d be able to read you better.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

He’d wait until you’re sure that you want to stay with him, he’d have a whole elaborate plan but the words would just slip of out his mouth.

You’d be laying together on the couch watching a movie, he’d look over and see just how peaceful you look and the words would fly out of his mouth. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

It doesn’t happen that often — though, it’s more frequent than ever recently — but usually, Robin’s here. She can almost always tell before Steve works up the courage to ask. Twitchy fingers give him away. He hovers closer than normal, shoulders brushing more often.

She always gives him a smile, softer than her usual snark and says, “C’mere, dingus.” and stands on her tip-toes to envelope him in a hug. Steve can’t help but sink into it, gripping her close around the waist for as long as he needs until the hole in his chest feels a step closer to patching up.

Robin also tells him he can have as many hugs as he’d like but Steve is firm with himself; he only needs one, then he’ll be back to fine.

It what’s he needs now. One really fucking good hug. Still, he hates to ask, least of all from Eddie, because, well— okay, Steve has no reason to assume Eddie wouldn’t give him a hug.

He’s seen Eddie’s hugs before. Like everything he does, Eddie puts his everything into it- he hugs Robin til she wheezes, loves to lift Nancy off the ground, and the hug he gives Dustin is sweetest of all, a hand on the back of the littler’s head while he does some strange little sway. Dustin always laughs, playfully shoving him away by the end but Steve knows he loves them, that it helps in more than one way.

Steve is glad that Dustin has someone, besides his Mom of course, who can hug him, because Steve can’t give that to him. Maybe one day, but for now, hugs from Steve are a rarity — few and far in between. Maybe, he thinks, he doesn’t want to ask Eddie specifically because of that niggling feeling that comes up around Eddie, all gooey and soft. A feeling the swings too close to a crush that Steve has no fucking clue what to do about.

So, he hates to ask. Really. On the drive over to Eddie’s, a hangout organised before Steve started to feel the lack of touch creep in, he runs through any other options. Wait til Robin gets back? Steve’s not sure he’ll make it another 4 days. When left alone, it seems to consume him and make everything harder, everything heavier to deal with.

He’s still tossing it when he climbs the steps to Eddie’s trailer. Steve decides that he’ll see how it goes, see if there’s an opening to ask…semi-naturally or something. He’s not gonna spring it on the guy.

Eddie is wonderful company as always, devilish grins and god-awful comments about the film he picked. Steve feeds off it, drinking in the infectious energy. He tries to let it be enough; their shoulders pressed together, Eddie’s knee knocking his when he laughs, the way Eddie leans into his space to whisper even though it’s just them here tonight. Steve wants it to be enough. But even then, he can see the way his hands twitch in his lap, desperate for more.

Steve closes his eyes. Curls his hands up so tightly his nails bite into the skin. He tries to use it to wane off the feeling, the ache that sings out for Eddie beside him and it nearly works. Until—

“Steve? Y’okay?” Eddie’s voice pipes up, making Steve open his eyes in an instant.

“Hm?” Steve hums, hoping that his casualness will be enough for Eddie to skip over his peculiar behaviour. He blinks, tilting his head just a bit to show he was confused why Eddie was asking.

Eddie chuckles lightly, gesturing towards Steve’s lap, where his hands sit still clenched, white knuckled with his self-restraint. “You seem a bit stiff, that’s all.” Eddie rechecks. “You good?”

Steve opens his mouth and then closes it, forcing his hands to unclench in his lap. “I-“ he begins, then stops, unsure of what he was going to say. He did say he would look for an opening tonight. The way Eddie’s regarding him, open faced with his concern, is as good as he might get.

“This might sound a bit weird,” Steve starts, defensiveness already tingeing the words, his shoulders curling in just a bit. Eddie could say no. He’s allowed to say no. Steve really doesn’t want him to. “Like, if you think it’s weird, that’s totally fine and we can just, like, forget I said anything and—”

“Steve.” Eddie cuts him off, a linger of an amused smile on his lips. “I don’t think I’m going to find anything you say weird, sweetheart. Shoot. What’s on your mind? What troubles the great mind of Steve Harrington?”

God, it’s like a whole bunch of words designed to set Steve’s head spinning. ‘The great mind of Steve Harrington’ makes him want to scoff. ‘Sweetheart’ makes him want to swoon. He can’t decide which one he wants to do more.

“Can I-” Steve stammers, the words halting automatically. It’s too much of a habit to swallow them down. Coercing them out takes more work. He stares up at the ceiling as he grits his teeth, releases a harsh sigh, pulling himself together. “Can I… have a hug?”

There a moment of silence and Steve holds his breath.

“Oh,” Eddie breathes, and Steve takes his eyes off the ceiling to see just what that Oh means. Eddie’s smiling, a soft one gracing his pretty mouth, and Steve thinks, maybe, one day he’ll have the courage to ask for a kiss as well. Relief moves sluggishly through his veins— Eddie’s smiling, this is good.

“Well, of course,” Eddie grins widely and opens his arms, inviting Steve in. Steve hesitates for only a moment before he leans in gratefully, his arms tucking around Eddie’s midriff tightly. Eddie’s arms curl around Steve’s neck, pulling him in close. It’s the easiest thing in the world, sinking into it, so much that Steve tries his best not to immediately slump against Eddie. It feels a bit too pathetic, so Steve reels himself in. He can’t make his arms relax, trying too hard to take only what he needs and not a moment more.

“C’mon, Stevie.” Eddie’s voice teases beside his ear, his breath warm. “You call that a hug?”

He squeezes Steve a little tighter, pulling him even closer and Steve can’t help the way he melts into it— he slumps, leaning against Eddie properly and burying his quiet whine of relief into the juncture between Eddie's neck and shoulder.

“There we go,” Eddie murmurs comfortingly.

Eddie takes him wholly, gives a damn good Munson hug, all warmth and comfort. He smells like, well, Eddie — a lingering scent of weed, something musky, something Eddie. His arms around Steve’s neck shuffle and Steve worries he’s trying to pull away so soon, only for one of his hands to tangle in the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck. He combs through, light fingernails scratching at Steve’s scalp and shit, Steve really can’t control the noise of contentment that slips out his throat.

“Can’t believe you got so worked up just to ask for a hug,” Eddie tsks, tone coloured in disbelief. Steve makes a noise of protest, trying for a moment to wind it all back in but, like Eddie can sense it, he’s squeezing him tighter again. He begins to rock them, a soft sway side to side that lets Steve lean on him even more. He hums a tune Steve doesn’t know, low and soft.

“M’sorry,” Steve mumbles in reply, though he’s not entirely sure what he’s apologising for. For having to ask, for taking so much, for enjoying Eddie’s arms around him just a little too much.

“What the fuck for?” Eddie laughs lightly, one of his hands beginning to drum against the divots of Steve’s spin. It feels like he’s tapping pure delirium with each fingertip, shivers that make Steve’s chest glow terribly warm. It feels good, so good to be held and honestly, Steve could stay here all night if Eddie let him. Knowing Eddie, he would, because he’s that fucking nice.

That knowledge alone forces Steve to sit himself up, extracting him limbs even though so much of him mourns the warmth, the touch, that goes with it. He wants the touch but he’s had enough. Some scorned part of him burns bitterly to think Eddie would give him more just to be nice. Steve doesn’t want that— Steve wants Eddie to touch him because he wants to.

“Sorry, man, I just, uh, get like that sometimes.” Steve feels the need to explain, bringing a hand up to rub at one of his eyes. He does it half so can hide his embarrassed expression from Eddie— who’s looking at him so gently and still so so close.

“Just, aha—“ Christ, it wasn’t this awkward telling Robin. Steve’s hand moves to rub the back of his neck. “Sometimes I realise it’s been awhile since,” He gnaws on his bottom lip, something alike to humiliation curling in his gut. “Since I’ve had some touch. Usually, Robin’s around but y’know.”

He waves a hand, huffing another awkward laugh. Eddie hasn’t moved much, just listening intently, his brows ever so slightly inching closer together. He looks outright concerned at Steve’s next words.

“It’s okay, I’ve— I’ll be good now.” Steve nods along, like the motion will help him convince himself as well as Eddie. He’ll be okay now. Usually, one hug is all it takes. He ignores the surging tidal-wave want that is still going, still aching to be held by Eddie again. It would be selfish to ask for more. Eddie didn’t invite him around to hug— it’s weird, and Steve shouldn’t- can’t ask for more.

“Sooooo,” Eddie draws out the word, an impish smile beginning to play at the corners of his lips. He opens his arms wide again. “You don’t want another hug?”

In his lap, Steve’s fingers twitch. Eddie’s eyes dart to them for a second, before fixing back on Steve. He does, he really fucking does want another hug. He can’t. He’s had enough, really, it would greedy to have more.

Steve shakes his head, forces himself to huff another laugh that accidentally comes out as a strained sigh. He smiles weakly, “No, no, I’m good, dude. It’s… I’m okay, swear.”

For a moment, Steve thinks he’s convinced him. Eddie studies his face, his mischief slipping away as he deliberates Steve’s words. His eyes narrow, arms dropping just an inch before he smiles brightly and says, “Okay, can I have a hug then?”

Which, okay, right, Steve didn’t think of that. People don’t ask him for hugs. He blinks, a bit dumbly. Eddie is waiting, face eager and for a second there’s an expression of almost smugness on his face — like he’s about to get exactly what he wants. Because he knows Steve would never be rude and say no.

“I mean,” Steve breathes, voice a bit tighter than he’s expecting. He clears his throat. “Yeah, yeah, you can have a hug.”

“Great!” Eddie replies and he wastes no time. He’s all up in Steve’s space, arms around Steve’s waist this time. The motion takes Steve by surprise, enough that because he’s not expecting it Eddie’s weight pushes him back so he’s lying on the couch.

If Eddie cares, he pays no mind, his head curling up into the crook of Steve’s neck as he hugs him closer. His hair gets in Steve’s mouth, making him splutter for a second, but Eddie just grins, wriggling closer until they’re pressed firmly against each other. Steve would go as far as to say this is closer to cuddling than a hug, with Eddie squishing him from above, his arms around Steve’s middle.

“Just so you know,” Eddie’s voice rumbles from where their chests are touching, his breath sweeping across Steve’s neck. Steve shivers without meaning to, feels Eddie’s responding grin even as he continues. “All hugs requested by me are automatically 10 minutes long. Hope you’re okay with that, sweetheart.”

Steve isn’t stupid — he knows Eddie is doing it for him, doing it because he could see right through Steve’s stupid facade, had peered his yawning hunger for touch right in the face and hadn’t blanched. Instead of feeling tricked or fooled, Steve just feels…warm. Comfortable. He works his arms around Eddie’s neck til their more comfortable and find the courage in him scrape his fingers through Eddie’s hair— like he had done to Steve. Eddie’s sighs sweetly and Steve thinks he could listen to that noise forever.

“I’m… I’m okay with that.” Steve murmurs lowly, yet he knows Eddie can hear him. Eddie noses closer, a borderline nuzzle against his neck, and further down, one his hands starts to stroke softly up and down Steve’s ribs.

Steve can’t help the way it makes him freeze, the breath in his lungs holding tight as he tries to relax, tries to ignore the prickly feeling under his skin. It’s a lot. A lot of touch that Steve just isn’t used to just yet, even if he desperately craves it.

“Relax,” Eddie whispers into his skin, a soft instruction paired with the motion, one soothing stroke up and down his ribs. Steve pushes the breath in his lungs out, forces the tension out of his body, trusts that Eddie wouldn’t be offering— wouldn’t tell him to relax if he wasn’t allowed to.

“That’s it.” Eddie praises, feeling the body beneath him settle and sink a little lower into the couch. “Now, watch the movie.” Eddie instructs, jutting at the still playing screen with his chin. Steve laughs a bit, but obeys, turning his head to see what part they’d gotten up to. They’d missed a big chunk in their hug. Steve nearly apologises for it, the words on the tip of his tongue, before he decides Eddie might smack him for it.

So, he doesn’t. He watches the film, let’s the gentle touch of Eddie on his skin relax him til sleepiness starts to fill each of his limbs, heavy like lead. Eddie’s hand stops moving eventually, when his breath gets heavier, lulled by Steve’s scratch in his hair. A snore starts up, loud and quite frankly, annoying, and yet, Steve finds that with Eddie’s arms around him, he has no trouble finding sleep.

It’s the first time in years Steve’s fallen asleep in someone else’s arms. And even if he doesn't know it yet, it’s certainly not the last.