steddie + living together/being domestic
Stan is leaning his head back against the couch, groaning exaggeratedly. He sticks his tongue out when Eddie flips popcorn at him, eyes still glued to the screen.
“Hush you. I have to watch boring movies with you all the time. Besides, this is the best part: She’ll finally find out who her real father is!” Eddie clutches the popcorn bowl tighter, pushing it to his chest.
“Predictable,” Stan drawls, sprawled out next to him, their legs tangled. “It’s the bald dude. The one who’s been all mysterious around her.” He grabs a handful of popcorn, picking one at a time to push into his mouth.
“You’re a spoilsport, Stan, you know that?” Eddie is snatching the popcorn out of Stan’s hand without looking away from the movie, a blonde girl busy holding a monologue about ‘figuring out all the clues’. Stan makes an affronted noise, holding his hand out of Eddie’s reach.
“You literally have the whole bowl in your lap!” Eddie only shrugs, but Stan can see him grinning. He moves his legs, kicking Eddie’s knee. Eddie grabs his legs, holding them still.
“Anyway, I’m right, aren’t I?” Stan relaxes when Eddie starts rubbing his calf, careful not to let the bowl fall. He pops the rest of the popcorn from his hand into his mouth, wiping his hand on his jeans before resting it behind Eddie on the couch.
Eddie sighs when Stan starts playing with the hair at his nape, pressing his thumb into Stan’s calf in answer. “Maybe,” he admits, sticking his tongue out at Stan’s smug smile.
“How could you even see that, you aren’t looking at me.” Stan tugs at Eddie’s hair, liking the way Eddie tilts his head towards him, cuddling closer.
“It’s a gift,” Eddie mumbles, hand trailing up to clutch at Stan’s thigh. “No further conversations,” he decides, putting the popcorn bowl on the table to adjust Stan’s legs in his lap, hooking one arm under Stan’s knees to draw him closer.
“I always have to be quiet during your prehistoric movies too.”
“There not prehistoric,” Stan argues, ignoring Eddie’s short laugh. “They’re classics.”
“They’re black and white,” Eddie shoots back, pinching Stan’s toe lightly. “That’s prehistoric.”
Stan snorts. “Hardly. Besides, we always end up making out during those movies anyway, so stop complaining.” Stan rests his head on Eddie’s shoulder, nearly folding in on himself in the process. He doesn’t mind though, subtly breathing in the scent of Edddie’s shirt.
Eddie hums. “I’m definitely not complaining about that.” For the first time, he turns to Stan, pressing a kiss into his hair. “I’d never complain about that.”
“So…” Stan looks up, tilting his head and fluttering his eyelashes. “Maybe we could…”
“Not a chance babe.” Eddie is back to watching the movie, smirking. “I don’t wanna miss anything.”
Stan groans. “You watched this movie like, 20 times already!” He plops his head down, pressing his forehead into Eddie’s shoulder. He feels Eddie shrugging them, careful not to startle Stan.
“Now you are being a spoilsport,” Stan mumbles, but he doesn’t complain when Eddie wraps an arm around his waist, only snuggles further into him.
“I know. Later Baby, okay?” Eddie is leaning down, pushing his nose into Stan’s hair, voice low. “Later we can make out lots.”
“Nuh-uh, you missed your chance Kaspbrak.” Stan moves his head so he can rest his cheek on Eddie’s shoulder, crossing his arms in front of his chest. It probably doesn’t look as convincing as he would like it to do but he’s too cozy to actually untangle himself. “You’re not getting any of this anytime soon.”
Eddie chuckles. “You think so? Sad.” He doesn’t sound put out about it in the slightest though, hand around Stan’s waist only tightening, the other one rubbing Stan’s feet.
Stan huffs. “It is. It’s a big loss for you.” His arm pushes at Eddie’s back until Eddie is leaning forward, allowing Stan to sneak his arm around his back. He moves the other across Eddie’s chest, hugging Eddie. “It’s a big loss for mankind to be honest.”
“I’m not arguing with that,” Eddie mumbles, more to himself. Then, he speaks up a bit: “You sure this is comfortable for you, Stanny?”
Stan only hums in agreement, eyes closing. He is too lazy to actually answer.
“Really? I don’t want you to complain later. Like you always do.” Stan hears the smile in Eddie’s voice. He still slaps his chest half-heartedly.
“Love you too,” Eddie says and Stan hums again, content.
He sleeps through the rest of the movie.
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