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Eddie’s heart leaps into his throat as Steve’s arms come around him, even as loose as they are. For a moment he stiffens, like he’s not sure what to do- but Steve. Steve needs this. Needs someone, right now. So he pulls it together.
He brings his arms up around Steve securely, one hand resting just between his shoulderblades, warm and grounding. Russians? What the fuck?
“Hey, no Russians here. Just me.” His hand rubs soothing circles against his back.
Steve breathes, slow steadying breaths with his face hidden in the security of the hug. Eddie's wearing his clothes and the smell of the laundry detergent is familiar, but beneath that it's something he puts to Eddie - cigarette smoke and unfamiliar soap.
Post nightmare cuddles anyone? Someone pls address Steve being beaten almost to death that one time.
This is amazing
sh- sh- shotgun 🚬
So tiktok got flooded with Hunger Games videos and I reread all three books in 24 hours and now we’re here.
Steve Harrington was the first reaped male in District 4 in nearly two decades who wasn’t replaced by a volunteer.
He wasn’t particularly surprised by that. He was only seventeen, not of the accepted age to go to the Games by 4 standards. But he was also the mayor’s son, and the mayor would find it highly disrespectful if someone were to steal Steve’s glory. Ultimately it didn’t matter; he would have been expected to volunteer next year anyway.
What he really cared about was Robin. His goofy, nerdy best friend Robin who had never been very coordinated and got misty-eyed when she had to slaughter anything with more personality than a fish. For another year she remained unreaped, and he knew next year was Tammy Thompson’s designated volunteer year. So she would be safe then, whether he came back or not.
She’d cried when she hugged him goodbye. It was supposed to be an honor, being picked for the Games. A way to bring pride and wealth to your district. Steve had believed that for a long time. Robin had never once believed it. And now, two years after they’d made friends during their early-morning crab pot checks, she’d nearly convinced him that the games were barbaric and evil, and nothing good would ever come from them.
But he was going whether he was convinced of that or not. So it was time to set morals aside and get down to business.
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Long moments of not posting only to post some steddie bullshit lmao. It's crazy how hyperfixations shift so quickly. Anyway Eddie is totally a biter and they definitely shotgun ciggys after fuckin lmao
Eddie’s first love is his guitar and he doesn’t let anyone touch her let alone play her because she’s his. But he starts to notice Steve staring at her wistfully every time they’re in Eddie’s room and one day they’re just lazily hanging out and Eddie takes the guitar off it’s stand and goes to sit on the floor. And Steve sits up on the bed to watch Eddie play like they regularly do, except instead of playing Eddie is motioning for Steve to come join him on the floor. So Steve scrambles out of bed and goes to sit next to Eddie but Eddie shakes his head, kicking his legs out and makes Steve sit in between his legs before situating the guitar over Steve’s lap while still cradling the neck of it and he tells Steve where to place his hands and then he starts teaching Steve how to play. And this really intimate moment for both of them and now I’m going to go cry bye!