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@polarizedmunson
outfit designed to torture
eddie freakin' munson
Same
somehow haven't seen anyone point this one out yet??
Everyday I wonder how much Eddie would’ve love “The Osbournes” show.
He probably didn’t say it out loud, he probably mumbled that it was corny that Ozzy had agreed to a show like that. He might’ve joked about a legend lost for the media.
But every Tuesday he would cuddle with Steve in their living room discussing every little detail, going from the name of every dog they owned, the huge size of Ozzy's milkshakes or about how much Ozzy loved Kelly.
i could just post my drabbles here i guess instead of constantly agonizing about the fact i never turn any of them into proper fic
i haven't seen season 5 yet but i assume this is what happened right?
"Eddie's crying about pigeons again," Robin sighed as she left the frigid wind outside the studio.
Steve rolled his eyes. "Where is he?"
"He won't get out of the van."
"I'll go talk to him. He was crying about them this morning too but it turned out he was just hungry.”
Robin smirked. "This morning?"
Which like. Fuck. That slip was going to be…tricky.
"I—there's—" he tried. He sighed. It was pointless. He was caught. So. He chose boldness and his arms defiantly. "Yeah. This morning."
"Well," she smirked, gesturing to the parking lot. "Get out there, white knight. But for the record? Good job."
He rolled his eyes again, secretly pleased.
In the van, Eddie had his head in his hands, clearly trying to master himself. He looked up when the door opened.
"Oh god," he groaned. "She sent you out here?"
"Well. I mean. Again, Eddie?"
"I was just educating her about how we fucking abandoned them!"
"I know,” Steve said soothingly.
"Forgotten fucking heros. We sent them to war, and now? We call them sky rats. They don't know how to even care for themselves! They come to us for help, Steve!"
"I know Eds. Pizza or burrito?" he asked, ignoring Eddie's scowl and opening his bag. "I have leftovers of both.”
Eddie took the pizza he was offered and shoved way too much into his mouth.
“Unrelated,” Steve said, breathless, “I think I might have accidentally told Robin we’re together.”
Eddie froze.
“She already knew,” Steve rushed. “I think, anyway. It's Robin. And. We’re not subtle.”
Eddie rubbed his face with both hands as he finished chewing, but he was smirking now and the pigeon panic seemed to have subsided.
"I didn't mean to," Steve continued, unable to wait Eddie out. "It just came out. I mentioned this morning and then she looked at me, and I panicked. I could see it in her face. She knew we're a thing. Which—wait...shit. Are we a thing? I mean, I think we are, but."
"Stevie," Eddie said gently. "Baby. Breathe."
Steve stopped, jaw slack, and watched Eddie pick at the pizza again, silent. But he smiled wide as he tilted his head toward Steve.
"You're not upset?" Steve asked, baffled. "Because we should have talked about it, and if this is too fast, and if I just completely screwed this up, I can—"
"Okay," Eddie interrupted. "First of all, I'm flattered you panic-announced me. Very romantic. Very you."
Steve huffed a laugh that died halfway through.
"Second," Eddie went on, "sorry I'm not reacting to this news with the appropriate excitement. I'm really hungry."
Steve stared at him. "You're not freaking out at all?"
"Oh, I'm freaking out internally," Eddie teased. "But my stomach has control of the emotions right now."
He took a second bite of cold pizza, chewed, then softened when he saw Steve still frozen, one hand on the door handle like he might bolt.
"Hey," Eddie said around the mouthful, quieter now. "I like you. I like that you told someone. It's all good."
Steve exhaled, long and shaky, like he'd been holding his breath since the word ‘together’ had left his mouth.
"Okay," he said. "Okay. That's...yeah. Okay."
Eddie smiled. "Steve. We're good. But, you have to listen to me talk about pigeons for five more minutes in exchange for outing me."
He didn't even protest, just laughed and stole Eddie's crust.
"They delivered love letters in wars, Steven. They saved lives. And now people kick them. I just...god..."
"I really should not have let you go to the science center with Dustin."
"They remember faces and they mate for life. And we just...stole their jobs and threw them away."
"Alright, let's get you inside. I don't think this is gonna be a cold pizza in the van sort of problem."
Eddie reached out and grabbed Steve by the back of the neck, resting their foreheads together.
"Thanks for never treating anyone like they're disposable. Even when you were an asshole. Never that."
And Steve's heart stopped beating for a moment, finally understanding the place this particular Munson softness originated. It was always sudden, and Steve was never ready, these moments of clarity. He wanted to wrap Eddie into a small ball that he could tuck inside his chest, just to keep him safe there. Forever.
Steve breathed out, let the words tumble even though they felt too real, too vulnerable. “You are precious and kind, and I will never let anyone take your job and throw you away. Even if you steal French fries."
Eddie pushed away and laughed, kissing Steve sure and quick as he leapt from the van. Steve was pretty sure he's never going to be able to recover from the journey that is loving this man.
Which was pretty great, all pigeons considered.
100 hugs for Eddie. [process]
I can tell my evil advisor has been feeling down lately so I've been pretending to take big sips from his cursed chalice and then roaming the palace grounds groaning and clutching my abdomen. Lowkey I know it's deceptive but I can tell it's really cheering him up. I heard him evilly cackle for the first time in weeks. WIBTA if I keep doing this
Eddie's not even sure how it started. The argument. The fight. They're fighting and he has no idea how they got here.
It's not like they've never done it before, but normally he can trace back the steps, see the exact moment Eddie snapped something a little too harshly or Steve pushed something a little too far.
Today, it was like one second they were fine and the next Steve is accusing him of not caring and Eddie's defensive streak is throwing that right back at him.
"Sometimes it doesn't feel like you want a relationship; just an audience."
"Yeah, well, sometimes it feels like all you want is a relationship and that it doesn't even matter if it's with me!"
There's a heavy pause as they stare at each other; Steve's posture defeated and Eddie's defensive.
"So why are we even—"
"That's not true." Steve's tone is soft but Eddie allows himself to be cut off.
He's pretty sure he was about to proffer a breakup, or at least turn the conversation - argument - in that direction, so he lets himself be interrupted.
It's not what he wants. He knows it's not what he wants. But sometimes his default is give-up-before-they-do. The Munson Special. But just because it's his instinct doesn't mean it's what he actually wants.
Sometimes he feels like a stray dog Steve found on the side of the road; desperate for affection and clinging overwhelmingly to its new owner. Like if he holds on tight enough he'll never have to beg for scraps again. Other times he's that same dog turned antisocial. Cruel. Lashing out at the person showing it kindness because it doesn't recognise it. Doesn't think it deserves it.
halloween means season 2 AUs 🎃
Joyce and Karen picking up the kids from the first day of kindergarten after worrying that their autistic sons wouldn't make any friends
why is trying to make friends in your 30s so embarrassing
posting your fic on AO3 like
Steddie but make it that one Lost Boys bts photo
something old I don't think I shared here!