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"Jesus, fuck," Steve holds a hand to his chest, glaring. "Man, come on, I'm too young to die of a heart attack."

"Are you sure about that?" Eddie reaches over, to tug at his hair- Steve bats his hand away before he can get near. "What are you now, seventy?"

"I'll have you know that the silver only adds to my charm."

"Sure, keep telling yourself that." He pats the pile of books. "I need to check all of these out."

"You know the limit."

"Please? Pretty please? I'll never insult you for going grey early ever again! Promise!"

"You've made that promise before," Steve grumbles, but starts to check the books out anyway. "What's all of this for anyway? New campaign or something?"

"Nah. Robin mentioned something about the cold war and nuclear shit. Got me curious."

Steve pointedly looks at the books, snorting. "Curious."

"What, you've never wanted to learn some new thing or something?"

"Not this much."

"What about all those sports you played?"

"That was more to do with my parents than me actually wanting to do it."

Eddies eyes narrow because... yeah. Outside of his old King Steve days, Eddie doesn't think Steve has ever wanted something. Not even for his birthday, or Christmas.

All he asks is for them to come to his and Robins flat. All he seems to want is confirmation that they're ok and alive.

"You always say you want kids though, right?"

"I mean, kind of. Though, I'm starting to think the brats we babysat might be more than enough for me."

"Chocolate?"

"Oh no..."

"What?"

"You're planning something, aren't you?"

"No! No, no, no... but there has to be something, right?"

"Something?"

"That you really want."

"There's nothing I need."

"That's not what I'm asking."

"That's all the answer you're getting." Steve shoves the pile of books towards him. "Get lost, I'm supposed to be working."

"Ugh, fine, you're no fun."

But he can't stop thinking about it. He ends up returning the pile of books, despite the fact that he barely read one page. When he tries to use it to question Steve, he dodges the question again.

He very quickly gives up, deciding to pester Robin until she tells him. That takes three weeks of constant, daily efforts. And, in the end, the answer is obvious.

Steve just wants to spend more time with people he cares about.

It's not easy to gather anyone in the party, given that there's no holiday or significant occasion- he manages it, though. All the kids, now young adults, organize transportation. Nancy and Jonathan, over the phone, help Eddie and Robin plan out where everyone will sleep with their small apartments.

The effort, and pain of organizing it all, is worth it for the look on Steves face when he comes home to find them all waiting for him.

When Dustin almost knocks him over with how harm he hugs him, for a second, Eddie is worried that he's going to start crying. But he holds it together, greets them all with so much enthusiasm...

"I forgot that he used to be like this," Robin comments, late into the night. They're sat a little away from the group, watching them argue over their games. "The kids mean a lot to him."

"He means a lot to them."

"I know. I think he forgets though, so... thank you."

Steve doesn't corner him until they've got the kids asleep- half of them going with Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle to Eddies appartment, the rest of them fighting over the little space in Steve and Robins.

"You could've got me chocolate," Steve says, nudging him.

"This is what you really wanted though, isn't it? That was the whole point, big boy."

"Right. Sorry, it... I wanted to say thank you. I know this must have taken a lot to organize and-"

"Steve. You don't need to thank me. Besides, I could never have done this on my own."

"Still... thank you." Steve is quiet for a moment, looking out to the busy city street. "What do you want?"

"This."

"No, what do you really want?"

"Yeah, this. Everyones together, having so much fun. We're gonna do a one-shot when you go to work tomorrow. And, uh... you're happy. I don't need anything more than that."

"Right," Steve clears his throat. He shuffles a little closer, so their sides are almost flush together, tentatively reaching out to hold Eddies hand. "You don't need anything else. What about what you want?"

"You know what I want."

"I want you to say it."

Steve leans over, bumping their shoulders together when he hesitates. He smiles, reassuring, and gives Eddies hand a squeeze.

"What do you want, Eddie?"

"You. I- I want you."

It's terrifying to admit, a horrifying leap... but the smile Steve gives him, so soft and happy, is more than worth it.

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Warnings:

suggestive tension • heavy flirting • physical closeness • playful teasing • kissing tension • domestic fluff • baking/food mentions • cuddling • sleepy affection • cheesy boyfriend behavior

Word count: ~948 words

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The first thing Ricky did on his day off was sleep until noon.

The second thing he did was walk into the kitchen with his hair sticking up everywhere and say,

“I want cookies.”

You looked up from your phone. “That’s the first thing you say to me today?”

“Yes.”

“Not good morning?”

“Cookies are more urgent. I had a dream of cookies, I'm craving 'em like a pregnant lady.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

Ricky ignored you completely and opened random cabinets like he’d lived there his entire life instead of spending twenty minutes yesterday asking where the spoons were.

“Do we even have flour?”

“We do if you stop touching everything dramatically.”

“I’m helping.”

“You just opened the fridge and closed it again.”

“I was checking the vibe.”

You stared at him.

He stared back.

Then both of you started laughing.

The apartment felt weirdly peaceful today. Quiet in a nice way. No alarms going off. No staff messages popping up every five seconds. Just cold winter light spilling through the windows and Ricky wandering around in socks like a sleepy cat.

Eventually, you tied his hoodie strings together after he annoyed you for the sixth time.

“Hey—”

“That’s what you get.” You smile at him 

“You’re evil.”

“You love me.”

Ricky paused.

Then he smiled slowly. “Yeah. I do.”

The answer came so naturally that it caught you off guard for half a second.

He noticed immediately too.

You could tell by the way his ears turned a little pink before he looked away and reached for the mixing bowl.

“Okay,” he muttered. “Chef mode now.”

“Chef mode?”

“Yes. Don’t distract me.”

“You literally cannot bake.”

“That sounds negative.”

“It sounds accurate.”

The next thirty minutes turned into complete disaster.

Ricky cracked an egg one-handed and got shell into the batter. You laughed at him so hard you accidentally spilled sugar everywhere. He tried fixing it and somehow made it worse.

At one point, flour exploded across the counter because he mixed too aggressively.

“You look insane,” you said through laughter.

“You’re supposed to support me.”

“I’m trying but this is embarrassing.”

“You’re embarrassing.”

“You have dough in your hair.”

He immediately reached up. “Where?”

“There.”

When he leaned closer, you brushed your fingers through the soft strands near his forehead to pull the tiny piece out.

Ricky went still and looked straight into your eyes 

Not fully. Just enough that you noticed.

Your hand slowed too.

For one tiny second, the kitchen suddenly felt quieter than before.

His eyes stayed on yours.

Close.

Way too close.

Then—

“You got distracted,” you mumbled.

“You touched my hair.”

“So?”

“You know I like that.”

His voice came out softer this time.

You swallowed.

“Ricky—”

“Hmm?”

“You’re staring.”

“I know.”

He didn’t stop either.

That was the problem.

The tension started small after that.

Little things.

His hand resting on your lower back while you reached into the cabinet.

Your knees touching under the table while waiting for the cookies to bake.

The way he kept looking at you like he had something to say but never actually said it.

And Ricky was naturally clingy on normal days already.

Today was worse.

At some point while cleaning up, he walked behind you in the narrow kitchen and stayed there instead of moving away.

“You’re blocking me,” you said.

“You smell nice.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I don’t care.”

You tried stepping sideways.

His hands landed on the counter beside you immediately.

Your breath caught a little.

Ricky leaned forward just enough that his chin almost brushed your shoulder.

“You know,” he said quietly, “this is the longest I’ve gotten to spend with you in weeks.”

You looked at him over your shoulder. “You’re acting like we’re in a romance movie.”

“We are.”

“You’re so cheesy.”

“And you like it.”

Unfortunately, he was right.

The oven hummed softly behind you both.

Neither of you moved.

Ricky’s eyes dropped to your lips for the briefest second before lifting again.

Your heart started acting stupid instantly.

“Say something,” he murmured.

“You first.”

He smiled a little at that.

Then he leaned closer.

Slow enough to make you fully aware of it.

One hand slid lightly against your waist, pulling you back just slightly until your shoulder pressed against his chest. Just as his lips touched your neck—

DING.

The oven timer went off.

Ricky blinked once.

Then he dropped his head dramatically against your shoulder.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

You burst out laughing immediately.

“No because actually,” he complained, still holding your waist, “that was the worst timing ever.”

“The cookies saved us.”

“I didn’t ask to be saved.”

“You’re insane.”

He sighed deeply like life had personally betrayed him before finally letting go to grab the oven mitts.

The cookies came out slightly uneven because both of you forgot about the second tray entirely.

Still, Ricky proudly called them “masterpieces.”

An hour later, the kitchen was messy again.

Cookie crumbs everywhere.

One half-finished movie playing on the TV.

And Ricky stretched across the couch beside you under a blanket, warm from the heater and smelling faintly like vanilla.

“You know,” he mumbled sleepily, “I think baking together healed me emotionally.”

“You dropped an entire egg earlier.”

“That was part of the experience.”

You laughed quietly.

Ricky turned his head toward you then, eyes softer now than before.

Without saying anything, he reached over and laced his fingers through yours beneath the blanket.

Simple.

Easy.

The movie kept playing while snow fell outside.

At some point, Ricky fell asleep halfway against your shoulder, still holding your hand loosely like he forgot to let go.

And honestly?

You didn’t want him to.

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THE END~~

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♥【Quackity, Mi Amor】♥

Pairing: cc!Quackity x gn!Reader Summary: Quackity teases you while you paint. [A/N] Thank you for the request! This one is very cute and I hope you enjoy reading it! <3

You had many hobbies, painting being one of them. Although you were often busy with other things, you enjoyed taking time out to paint. Your boyfriend, Quackity quite enjoyed watching you do so, admiring you and your art. He often cracked a few jokes which put an even bigger smile on his face when they succeed in making you laugh.

Steve wakes up and immediately hates himself.

He's so comfortable, warm. He didn't have any nightmares either. Can't remember what happened last night either. He tries to remember, but the last thing that he can remember clearly is Robin's worried face, warning him that he's already drank too much, "if you don't slow down you're gonna get alcohol poisoning! I won't hold your hair back, Harrington!"

He doesn't have a headache though. He doesn't feel sick or hungover at all, despite the blackout. He's only half-awake but knows he won't be able to go back to sleep now. He keeps his eyes closed anyway, hoping that maybe if he just pretends that he's fallen back to sleep then he will.

He's able to doze off for long while, vaguely aware of his leg warming up where it's sticking out the covers, assumable by the sun shinning through the gap in his curtains.

There's a soft hum behind him, someone shifting. It's then that he realizes that someone is spooning him, tucked tight against him. But it's so comfortable, makes something in his chest ease to have someone holding him, that he doesn't really care. Especially when they tighten their arms around him, just a little. Their nose presses into the back of his neck, the persons voice deep when they (he?) grumbles something unintelligible, sounding annoyed.

"Hangover?" Steve eventually asks. His voice is a little slurred, muffled a little because of how his face is still nuzzled into his pillow.

"Comfy," Eddie mumbles back. Tries to shift closer, wrapping his arms a little more secure around his torso.

Steve doesn't know if he's humming in agreement or because of how content he feels. He's not sure it matters anyway. He wonders if he drank so much last night that he might still be a little buzzed.

They lay in silence for another long moment. Eddie seems happy to just lay there too, so Steve isn't going to be the one to break the moment.

"How did we end up here?" Eddie eventually asks. He doesn't move away though.

"Fuck if I know. Don't really care, 's nice."

Eddie makes a curious noise, his arm staying curled around his chest as he lifts it to brush some of his hair off his neck. "You've got a hickey."

Steve finally opens his eyes. He's careful not to tense up, not wanting to freak Eddie out. Tries harder now to remember last night. "A hickey?"

"Yeah, right here." His finger gently rests on his neck. "You and Wheeler finally get your shit together?"

"Eddie, she-" Steve hesitates. He doesn't want to move but he needs to, shifts carefully so he can look Eddie in the eye. He thankfully stays curled around Steve. "Robin said she... told you. About, uh... stuff."

"That she's a lesbian."

"Yeah... did she not tell you, um... anything else? About her relationship, maybe?"

Eddie frowns for a moment, but then he finally catches up. "She's with Wheeler."

"Yeah."

"And they were the only other ones here last night."

"Exactly."

Eddie looks back to his neck and blushes. "Um. Ok... I'm, uh, sorry? For, like, taking advantage or whatever."

He's pulling away, taking all the warmth with him. Steve grabs his arm before he can get far, giving a sharp tug so he falls forward. He barely catches himself before faceplanting into Steves chest, but the rest of his front is pressed back against Steves side. He looks beautiful, hovering over him like this.

"I thought you were done with running away?"

Eddie blinks at him, looking dazed. "Yeah... I mean, if that's w-what you want?"

He looks so hopeful. Steve feels like an idiot. He's been complaining to Robin for so long, practically begging her to try and help him get a solid answer on whether or not Eddie could be interested in him too. He should have taken her advice to just go for it long before now.

Eddies breath hitches when Steve brings his hand up to cup his cheek, gently bringing his hand down along his jaw so he can touch his bottom lip with his thumb.

"You didn't take advantage," Steve does his best to sound disappointed, almost whining. "And here I thought birthday parties are supposed to be fun."

Eddie laughs, more of a huff. Grabs Steves wrist so he can turn his head and kiss the palm of his hand. Gently pulls his hand down onto the pillow, pulling his other wrist up too.

"Did you not have fun, big boy?" Eddie smirks, letting his eyes roam. Steve shakes his head, Eddie tutting. "Can't have that, can we?"

He finally leans down to kiss him. It's so soft, more like slow pecks. Just pressing their lips together, one of his thumbs gently rubbing against his wrist. It's not enough, yet too much, all at once. Barely there, no where near satisfying with how worked up Steve already is, yet...

It's so loving. Gentle, like Eddie thinks he's something precious. Something to be treasured. And when he pulls back, his cheeks are still red and he's looking at Steve like he hung the very stars.

"You're beautiful," Steve breathes.

Eddie sighs, like one of those love-sick girls in rom-coms he would be forced to go to on dates. It sounds better from him. "Is it too soon to say I love you? I mean, fuck. You're perfect."

"Perfect for you," Steve teases. Tries to lift a hand up, wanting to desperately to touch him, but Eddie keeps his wrists pinned. His breath hitches, which finally makes Eddies eyes darken. "I think I might love you too."

Eddie smiles soft, despite the maybe. "Well, now I have to wine and dine you."

"Those are the rules. Now, are you just gonna lay there and look at me? I was promised fun here, Munson, and you're doing a piss poor job."

He raises his eyebrows, but he's still grinning. "That's how it's gonna be, huh?"

"Yeah, punk, whatchu gonna do about it?"