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Espresso Never Tasted so Sweet (Until I Stole it from Your Lips) by SerpentSunrise
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
30 Jul 2022
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“Yesterday he told me he doesn’t drink coffee to stay awake, but to “really feel it rattling around in his bones”. I don’t think he’s a spy, Rob.”
“You really know how to pick them, don’t you, Steve?”
“Bite me.”
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Modern coffeeshop au where Steve and Robin are baristas co-running a store together. Steve has taken a liking to that one regular with a smart mouth, a fiery stare, and a chokehold on his heart.
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And Eddie, well, Eddie laughed. A short gasp of a laugh, like it had surprised him on the way out. Steve’s eyes widened for a moment, and then a firm hand was clapping down onto his shoulder with enough force to shake him slightly. Eddie’s palm was wide enough to nearly encompass the width of it, and his fingers dug into the meat of Steve’s trap muscle. There was the slightest bite of cool metal from where his rings landed on Steve’s shoulder, but above all there was a warmth that radiated off of the man. The heat of blood rushing through his veins; something real, and whole just under the surface.
Something wonderfully, terribly alive.
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OR: Steve Harrington is touch-starved, and Eddie Munson's idea of personal space is no space at all
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Hanzo should have expected it, honestly. He knew Jesse McCree’s mannerisms; knew his asinine humor. He knew this man inside and out (figuratively, literally, some could argue religiously), but that didn’t prepare him for the delicately crocheted monstrosity set on the phone before him. Laid out on a backdrop of soft, heather grey jersey cotton was a white crocheted piece that strongly resembled a chicken. It was more complicated than that though. If he was correct, the shaping of its long neck and rounded legs would imply… No. He stared at it blankly; blinked once, twice, bringing the phone closer to his eyes. They drifted just above the picture to take in the words at the top of the webpage.
“Cluck, cluck,” he could have sworn McCree mumbled from under his hand, ears burning red at his contained laughter.