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Miles Kane: Red Edition

This is your home. These are your people. [T] 21k - Oases (Steve/Eddie) “Your heart’s racing,” Steve noted, quietly. Eddie laughed. It was more of a shaky exhale, lashes fluttering as he struggled to keep his composure. “Stevie,” he whispered, fingers cradling Steve’s side like he was precious. “Yeah, no fucking shit.” OR: Ma Henderson & Wayne Munson get cosy, Dustin makes an off-hand remark, and Steve spirals. It works out in the end. A special little shout out to Rionaa for getting me hooked on this one and helping me discover Oases. One of the first podficcers in this community I found.

Paradise by the dashboard light. [T] 154k - Oases (Steve/Eddie) Things were weird in Hawkins. The fields were rotting, there was something in the woods, and Steve Harrington's Beemer had a new problem every week.

The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that its you [E] 34k - greatunironic (Steve/Eddie) Sixteen years after the world didn't end for the last time, Max Mayfield showed up on Steve’s doorstep and said, “You gonna walk me down the aisle in May or what?” Or, it’s 2002 and Steve Harrington attends a wedding, a funeral, and a birth.

Wouldn’t it be nice (if we could wake up) [E] 130k - kissesforcas (Steve/Eddie) Steve finds his pulse. He carries Eddie out of the Upside Down, he keeps his heart beating until they get to the hospital. And then the government intervenes, that shady part of the government? With Sullivan? And he and Eddie wind up locked up, together, in a cell. There's one bed, and glass walls, and it turns out that he and Eddie? Might need each other more than either of them thought they might.

What love is [T] 23k - kissesforcas (Steve/Eddie) Steve is incapable of not taking care of the people he cares about. And against all odds, he cares about Eddie. Eddie has never been taken care of. Not like that. Or: Eddie & Steve fall in love, before Christmas but not too fast.

Steve Harrington’s unwilling time loop saga (Series) - badpancake (Steve/Eddie) A series following Steve Harrington as he unknowingly, unwillingly, loops time to save the ones he loves (and maybe realises that he can ask for help, is deserving of love, before, after, and during). 1. The One in Which a Time Loop is Fucking Exhausting. [NA] 41k When anything and everything goes wrong in 1986, Steve realises that he can fix things, and maybe falls in love, along the way. 2. Steve Harrington's Deaths (And The Times He Maybe Saved The World). [NA] 38k After the events of '86, after everything has settled down, and everything is calm, people start to remember. The pieces start to slot together, and nobody likes the picture it creates.

Blooms of the darkest garden [T] 12k - tminuseternity (Steve/Eddie)) Steve is going to die. And because this is Hawkins, a town with an alternate dimension right up its asscrack, he isn't going to die in a normal way. No, instead he's going to die because he can't stop coughing up the most disgusting combination of Upside Down gunk and...flower petals? What the fuck is happening to him?

If I stare too long [E] 191k- Brawls (Brawlite) & Toastranger (Steve/Billy/Eddie) After the end of the world, Billy Hargrove is a mess. But at least he has company.

Paper rings [E] 9k- mediwitch3 (Steve/Billy) Dustin bets Steve he can't get a date for Mike's wedding. AKA the What's Your Number au nobody asked for

Nightcall [T] 6k - pprfaith (Steve&Billy) Billy expects to roll into town and fuck shit up, hurt himself and others, make something bleed. He doesn't expect Stevie Harrington.

Is this a follow-up to one of my Cruel Summer Fest fics written instead from Sirius’ POV? Possibly. yes Is it inspired by another song (but not t swift)? Maybe. yes 

Here, have some!

"Why didn't you tell us?" asks Sirius after a while, and Remus releases as sigh, like he'd been waiting, anticipating.

"Dunno," he mumbles, one arm reaching up and pushing under his head, cradling it in his elbow. Sirius doesn't have to see it to know those brown waves of his are spilling over his skin like sunlit waterfalls. "S'not really an easily accepted thing yet, is it? People are still…unkind. Judgmental. Suppose I was trying to avoid that."

Sirius hums a little. "We wouldn't have judged. You know that."

"I know," comes the soft reply. "I don't know why I never said. Think I was scared. I shouldn't have been."

Sirius sits with those words for a while, puzzling over them, sorting through them in the jumbled chaos that's his own head. They make a terrifying sort of sense.

"Think I might be too."

"What?"

Sirius chews on the inside of his cheek. "Bent." Then he huffs, the sound turning to a long sigh. "Gay. Think I might be gay."

Remus is silent for a time, and Sirius resists the urge to squirm. "Why didn't you tell us?" he echoes eventually, tone light, almost teasing. It eases something in Sirius from saying the words, finally.

"Dunno," mutters Sirius. "Think I'm still…figuring it out."

Remus doesn't say anything in response, and they remain still for a long time. Sirius stares intently upwards, eyes fixed on the red draping fabric, trying to sort it all out in his head, though he thinks maybe he's already reached where he needs to be. Then he feels the light brush of skin over his own, fingers wrapping around his forearm. Remus still doesn't speak, but there's the squeeze of pressure that doesn't relent for several seconds, and something about it relaxes Sirius completely. He falls asleep in Remus' bed that night.

Things go back to normal after that, or as normal as they ever are for the foursome of friends that seem to constantly search out chaos and calamity with every breath they take. Remus pushes Sirius to study and Sirius ignores him. Sirius drags Remus outside for sunlight and fresh air. Remus grumbles under his breath. Everything is good and right.

Except…

Except Sirius can't stop thinking about it. He stares at his homework and sees that hand disappearing down the front of Remus' trousers. He throws a roll at James across the dinner table and he hears that deep, gruff, enticed voice echoing through his ears. He lays in bed at night when the rest of the school is quiet except for snores and mumbled words filled with heavy sleep and he pictures those lust-blown eyes fixed on him, imagines those kiss-swollen, red lips speaking his name in whispers and gasps, needful pleas falling from a lazy, wet tongue Sirius wants to suck between his teeth.

Sirius spends a lot more time with his hand shoved down his own trousers until he's forced to admit maybe this isn't just idle curiosity, but something. But he never speaks to it, never makes comment. He watches Remus disappear with a bloke here, another there. It's never many, but at some point, they always seem to change while Sirius remains the same, telling himself he's not pining after one of his best friends, but pining all the same.

At the beginning of their last year, Remus finally lets it out, stops hiding it away from those surrounding them. He seems happier for it, and while a few people make comments, most don't seem to care. James and Sirius shut the mouths of those that do.

Remus becomes more vocal about who he's seeing. They invade their gatherings, those intimate times when Sirius had once been able to stare at Remus nearly unhindered. That changes. Sirius learns to control himself, just a little. Eventually, he settles into his own stuff sneaking around, finding his own bits of fun and exploration, but he always circles back round to brown waves and brown eyes and chapped, half-raw lips from where Remus gnaws on them while reading.

The first true boyfriend – a word that still sounds a bit odd in Sirius' head – Remus has lasts for two months. Sirius sits around and watches them, studying the bloke closely, searching out flaws. There are many. Sirius keeps a list. He never shows it to Remus. And eventually, they part ways. That's when it happens, that thought surging up for the first time.

This is it.

Sirius can already feel the other's skin under his fingertips. He can taste the sweetness of his tongue in his mouth, can smell the citrus shampoo Remus uses from his nose pressing into those soft, flowing waves. Sirius is already living it clearly, his name filling his own ears even as Remus' tumbles from his parted, anxious lips. It's going to happen. Now Remus will finally look up and see all that Sirius is carefully trying to hide away. He'll find those secrets, uproot them, shine his light on them, dazzle Sirius until he's blind with it.

But he doesn't.