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  1. Rec 59

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    The first thing to go is the wallpaper.

    The walls are the same as they were when Barbara got taken, that same white and blue checkered pattern he’s followed with his eyes for endless hours after every stint in the Upside Down, after Billy Hargrove and the pack of demodogs and the terrifying nightmare of the underground russian base, and Steve can’t stop himself from shivering in his sweat-soaked pyjamas, tossing the covers to the side as he rolls off the bed. He can feel his heartbeat in his throat, and his vision is blurry around the edges, skin stretched tight over whatever the fuck is brewing inside his body.

    His gaze snags on the edge of the wallpaper, the little corner that is folding up under the light switch and Steve—he rips it off. Claws at it with the type of blind fury he’s grown intimate with.

    This is what he’s good at.

    OR: Steve inherits a house that has never felt like a home. He starts fixing what’s broken, finds help in unlikely places, and somewhere between paint cans and late-night talks, he learns how to build something that lasts.

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    25 Feb 2026

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    21 Feb 2026

  3. Rec 44

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    “But if I was a block of ice?”

    Steve blinks, processing the question, alongside Eddie’s oh-so-earnest expression and his overly-dramatic aversion to wearing a damn sweater in December. He blows a heavy breath out his nose before he hauls Eddie in from his collar and kisses him full and hard and sure.

    “I’d bring you inside and melt you and nurse you back to a puddle," Steve promises against Eddie’s lips, not least for the way he’s able to feel those lips quirk up, curl full into a smile as Eddie mouths against him:

    Your puddle,” he declares proudly, and his eyes sparkle, and Steve’s the one melting a little now because fuck if his boyfriend isn’t just…just.

    “You’re so fucking weird,” Steve says it like the endearment it is, the one he means with his whole heart.

    Your weirdo,” Eddie purrs and nips at Steve’s lip, but Steve’s quick; catches Eddie's bottom lip before he can retreat.

    “Yep,” Steve runs his tongue over the soft plush swell he bit at, less apology than something close to reverence, something not unlike a claim as he breathes out: “mine.”

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    Or: Steve, and Eddie, and mistletoe. They're very much in love.

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    28 Dec 2025

  4. Rec 59

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    "Little things like your sleepy smile as the brand new day is dawning. It's a lovely Christmas morning."

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    Steve and Eddie's little family go home for the holidays and chaos ensues, as it always does, in Hawkins, Indiana.

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    26 Dec 2025

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    17 Dec 2025