I have returned from the trenches of reality just to step into the dark side (tumblr) because I’ve found out that MHA has ended and 13 yr old me is screaming and crying
i had an idea for a dialogue prompt today and i feel like you'd just, you'd get it ...
"Call me that again, please."
no pressure of course!! i just, i think you could write something soul crushingly lovely
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Bestie I am so sorry this took me so long but I so hope you enjoy this!!! I absolutely loved this prompt so I hope I could do it justice for you 🫶
I hope you don’t mind a modern au!!!
Steve’s nervous. His palms are sweaty against the steering wheel, even with Eddie’s palm on his thigh. Even with his warm smile. His reassuring words.
“They’re gonna love you.” Eddie promises, grinning, thumb rubbing comfortingly against Steve’s jeans, “because there’s nothing not to love.”
But still Steve’s nervous. He fiddles with his hair once they’re parked, running his fingers through the ends, fluffing the strands—until Eddie’s had enough. Until he drags Steve up and out of the car with more strength than his gangly limbs suggest.
“There’s nothing to worry about.” Eddie promises, for the third time that day, the umpteenth time since the invite, “I’ve told them all about you. They already like you.” He folds his cool hand into Steve’s sweaty palm. Cups his cheek. “Although this is pretty cute. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this nervous.”
Steve groans. Falls forward to rest his forehead against Eddie’s shoulder. “I think I’m gonna vomit.”
Maybe not vomit—but he does feel nauseous. A little sick to his stomach at the thought of meeting all these people that are so important to Eddie. Because—because Eddie is out of his league. He knows this, isn’t quite sure how Eddie hasn’t picked up on the fact just yet, and he just—he knows that if anyone will finally notice? It’s Eddie’s friends. And Steve won’t blame any of them if they decide to bring Eddie to his senses.
But Eddie’s laugh vibrates his shoulders, and he wraps a reassuring arm around Steve’s middle. “Get it out here, soldier. Don’t think Chrissy would appreciate you spraying chunks all over her living room.” The teasing words are soft, though, spoken tenderly as he kisses the side of Steve’s head. As he squeezes his hand.
Steve rests, in the comfort of Eddie’s hold, for another moment, two, before slowly extracting himself. Before the others can arrive and spot him so obviously freaking out, before he can embarrass himself before he even crosses the threshold.
Steve grabs the pasta salad from the backseat, handing Eddie the six pack, and they make their way across the parking lot and up to Chrissy’s apartment.
Steve can hear them from the hall, chatter emanating from behind the door, and Eddie tugs on his hand, pulling him close before he kisses him on the cheek. “Last chance to vomit, big boy.”
He still wants to. His nerves are prickling his fucking scalp—but he would also do far more than this, for Eddie. Would probably do anything, honestly, if Eddie were the one to ask him.
“I think I’ll stick with blowing chunks all over the carpet.” His humor falls flat, his voice coming out thin and airy, and he’s sure his grin is more of a grimace—but Eddie humors him. He snorts, squeezing Steve’s hand one last time before dropping it. Knocking.
It doesn’t take long for someone to open the door. And he knows it’s Chrissy, from the pictures Eddie’s shown him, and she beams at them both before wrapping Eddie in her arms. She hugs him tight, hooking her chin over his shoulder and rocking, slightly, between her feet, before pulling away.
“And you must be Steve!” She looks him up and down, still smiling brightly, before poking Eddie with an elbow to the rib. “How’d you bag this one, again?”
Eddie snorts, rolling his eyes, and steps into the apartment as Chrissy pulls Steve into a hug of his own.
He awkwardly balances the bowl in one hand, her arms holding him tight. “It’s so good to finally meet you!” And she—sounds so genuine. So happy, and when she pulls away she’s still smiling at him, eyes crinkling, and the anxiety pulling tight on his chest—eases. “Eddie’s told us so much about you!” She grabs the bowl from his hands, stepping back inside, gesturing for him to follow, “everyone else is already here!”
The apartment opens to the kitchen, and Chrissy places the pasta salad next to the other pans and trays and bowls and dishes, Eddie coming back over to wrap an arm around his waist, two beers in hand. He tilts his head, down Chrissy’s narrow hallway where the sounds of chatter travel down.
Steve follow him through the the short length of the hallway, until the room opens up before them.
Steve recognizes all of them, of course. Jeff, Gareth, and Daniel, who wave from their respective seats.
Eddie curls his fingers tighter into Steve’s side. Brings their hips together. “In case it’s not obvious—” Eddie drawls, bringing them further into the room, “guys, this is my partner, Steve.” Eddie continues on, giving Steve names he already knows—but his brain is on loop.
My partner, he’d said. Mine, mine, mine—
They’ve said it to each other. Made it official weeks ago, now, but hearing Eddie introduce Steve his anything? Makes his chest syrupy.
The syrup pulls a smile onto Steve’s lips, subconscious and full at Eddie’s profile as he continues to talk, his hair pulled back, long earrings dangling from his lobes, and Steve wants to hear it again. Wants to never stop hearing that word fall from Eddie’s lips.
Steve follows Eddie to the last two available spots: a love seat small enough that their legs brush, and Eddie rests an arm over the top, letting his hand hang down to brush against Steve’s shoulder.
Steve has to stop staring at him, then, has to tear his eyes away and talk to the people Eddie loves—and it’s not horrible. Sort of the opposite, really, as he finally gets to hear the voices of the people he’s only ever before heard through Eddie. And they’re just as good, as funny and kind and welcoming, as Eddie promised they would be.
They eat off paper plates and drink from mismatched glasses, and through Chrissy’s smiles and Gareth’s jokes and Jeff’s laughs he finds himself—relaxing.
His smile comes easier. So do his words, and by the end of the night he has plans with Jeff and Chrissy to watch the Hoosier’s game next week, has Daniel’s number with promises for him to share his sourdough recipe, and when the two of them leave, at the end of the night, Eddie slightly tipsy, Steve with the arm around him, now—he’s a little sad the night is over.
“I told you.” Eddie grins, when the door is shut behind them, pinching at Steve’s sides, “I told you, they would love you.”
Steve hums, leading them down the complex’s hallway. “You were right, Eddie.” He glances to him, to Eddie’s flushed cheeks, his glassy eyes. “Does that make you feel better?”
Eddie snickers, sticking himself closer as they walk back into the parking lot. “You just need to remember this the next time you think I’m wrong.”
Steve unlocks the car and Eddie clambers in, pulling out his phone and already queuing up the music for their drive home.
Their hands find each others as they pull away, and Eddie sinks against the door, staring into his phone. “Chrissy says that you’re lovely.” He reads, scrolling, “and Gareth says he’s thankful I’m finally dating not-an-asshole.” Eddie laughs, “very high praise.”
He types something back, one-handed, and Steve turns onto the main road, back to Eddie’s place. “Jeff—” Eddie begins, then stops, his hand going slack against Steve’s.
Steve glances to him, just long enough to see the downturn of Eddie’s lips.
Anxiety curdles. “Eddie?” He prompts, squeezing his hand.
He feels Eddie squeeze back. Sees him, out of the corner of his eye, sit up straight. “Jeff said some corny garbage.” He huffs, and his lips are still turned down, like he’s—like—“Jeff said I like him. Never seen anyone look at you like he does.” Eddie pauses, worrying his lip, his leg beginning to bounce, and continues, “never seen anyone happier to be with you.”
Steve comes to a stop at a red light. Looks to Eddie, who’s still staring down at Jeff’s message.
“He’s right.” Steve murmurs, and Eddie looks up to him, his eyes wide, the red street light illuminating them both, “that you make me happy.” Eddie’s gaze softens, shining, now, and Steve continues, “when you introduced me,” he hedges, “can you call me that again?” He murmurs, and then, at Eddie’s wide-eyed look adds, “please?”
It takes Eddie a moment, but he sees it when realization dawns, and, hesitantly, Eddie says, “mine?”
Steve kisses him. Takes his hand off the steering wheel and curls his fingers into Eddie’s hair, licking into his mouth the moment his boyfriend’s lips part.
It’s a hard thing to keep his foot on the brake. To not pull Eddie into his lap. To not get them both into the backseat.
But a car honks—and they break apart.
Steve turns his attention back to the road. Lifts his foot to the gas. Waves his apology as Eddie giggles beside him, bright and bubbly, as they pick up speed.
“Mine,” Eddie whispers, a smile in his voice as he takes Steve’s hand again. “‘N I’m yours.” He adds, softer, but just as sure, and Steve knows—he will never tire of hearing that.
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388 words | rated t | cw: not the safest piercing strategy | tags: pre-relationship, getting together
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“Eds?”
“Hm?”
“You wanna go to bed? Guest room is made up,” Steve offered.
Eddie’s head turned towards him and something shiny caught his eye.
“Woah. What’s that?” Steve asked before Eddie could answer him. “Did you get a new earring?”
“Huh?” Eddie’s eyes opened slowly. “Oh. I lost my earring in the pool earlier and wanted to make sure I had something in there.”
Steve scooted in closer until he was almost on top of Eddie. “You used a safety pin? Is that even safe?”
“It’s not not safe,” Eddie squirmed nervously. “I made sure to sterilize it first.”
“Does it hurt?” Steve felt stupid for asking. Of course it didn’t hurt. He’d already had it pierced for two weeks.
“Nah,” Eddie answered anyways. Steve kinda loved that he never made him feel dumb for asking stupid questions. Steve kinda loved him.
“Could I have one?” Steve asked, eyes darting between the safety pin in his ear and his widening eyes.
“You want a safety pin in your ear?”
“Yeah. Do you need me to get one?”
Eddie searched his face as his fingers reached up to play with the safety pin in his ear. “No, I have another one in my vest I can clean. Just to be clear, you want me to pierce your ear?”
Steve nodded.
“Are you high? Drunk? Suffering from a head injury? Emotionally compromised?”
Steve giggled. “No. I just think it looks cool.”
“It looks cool.”
“Uh-huh.”
Eddie stared back at him for a moment before finding a safety pin on his vest that he could live without. He got up and walked down the hall, probably to use the alcohol in the first aid kit.
When he came back, he immediately straddled Steve’s lap and tilted his head to the side.
Steve gulped.
“You’re really sure?”
“Positive.”
Eddie lined up the needle and told Steve to take a breath.
The safety pin was in his ear and Eddie was on his lap.
He had Eddie in his lap.
“Thanks, Eds.”
“Anytime.”
Maybe now wasn’t the time to make his move, but the way he stared up at Eddie had to have given him away.
Eddie ran his finger along the edge of his ear before leaning in to press a kiss to the top of his ear.
I’m a firm platonic stonathan believer (and romantic but that’s not what this post is about).
And I love Steve and Jonathan being really friendly albeit awkward with each other.
But you know what I absolutely LOVE?
Stonathan who can’t STAND each other.
But would also go to fucking war for each other.
Some asshole is being a prick to Jonathan in school? The dudes suddenly thrown off of every sports team he’s on and the principal is fully aware of every time he cheated on a test. Steve just so happens to be at the high school that day to pick up the kids.
There’s some dickwad giving Steve a hard time at work every day? The guys windshield is busted in and car’s been keyed. Jonathan was totally just stopping by Family Video for a movie at the same time.
It’s just so funny to me. The idea of them both putting on this kind of mask around the whole group where everyone thinks they’re at least friendly with each other— the awkwardness is a given, honestly.
But then when it’s just them— getting high together or smth idk— they trade insults that would have anyone else in a ball crying.
And then them both slowly coming out of their shells around the whole group.
And the first time it happens Steve had called Jonathan a home wrecker and in turn Jonathan called Steve a whore.
Everyone was flipping shit trying to make them both apologize to each other before another fight broke out. But Jonathan and Steve sat and laughed at them.
Nobody ever gets used to their bitter teasing towards each other (nobody’s ever heard Jonathan use such foul language) but they learn to accept that that’s just how they are with each other.
This is kinda like a begrudging sibling-bonded stonathan.
This is also how I imagine madwheeler being btw. But I’ll make them their own post eventually.
Once upon a time, he would kidnap a princess, imprison her in his tower, guard the said tower, and await his doom delivered by a knight in shining armor.
But this wasn't that kind of fairy tale. No, in this story, Steve and the princess were friends. Her lover was a fae who was his platonic soulmate, and the knight in shining armor was his brother in arms.
Still, no one, even Steve himself, foreseen it when a handsome mercenary arrived at his tower and stole his heart.
Steve never felt so adored in his long and boring life, but Edwyn "Eddie" Munson managed to do the impossible.
The man was good with his words, even better with his fingers when he scratched the itchy spots beneath Steve's scales and drew runes of protection and love on Steve's human body.
Eddie was also an attentive lover who brought Steve sparkly gifts every time he visited the tower.
In turn, Steve let the mercenary ride on his back in their adventures, let the man guide him to wherever he was pleased, and let himself be consumed in the amorous looks Eddie would give him when the man thought he didn't notice.
Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan had been suspicious at first about Eddie's true motive. They worried that the mercenary would betray Steve because, despite his peaceful nature, Steve was the most powerful of his kind. And frankly, many had hunted him throughout his life given that even a piece of his scales cost a fortune in black markets.
Their concern was warranted, Steve supposed, but he trusted Eddie to not do him harm. Yet, sometimes, when Steve couldn't sleep at night, he would think about the worst and decide that if Eddie asked, he would give the man everything.
After all, Eddie already had his heart.
In the end, Eddie only asked of him a vial of his blood to cure Wayne's illness.
The day the truth came out was when Eddie approached him and stated that his uncle couldn't wait any longer.
Steve could see the desperation and hope in those chocolate eyes that he so loved, and knew for certain that Eddie wouldn't fight him but would be on his knees and beg until he agreed to help.
Before things could go any worse, Steve decided to take the matter into his own hands. Literally.
"So you had approached me because of my blood," Steve smiled wryly at the sting of the betrayal as he let Eddie dress the gash on his forearm. They both knew the cut would heal in a few minutes, but Steve didn't turn down Eddie's help. Couldn't.
"You should know that I didn't only have your blood in mind," Eddie fastened the bandage's knot securely.
"What? Are you asking for my organs next?" Steve huffed out a bitter laugh. "I heard they're quite useful ingredients for rituals and potions."
"No," Eddie met his eyes calmly and guided Steve's hand to rest on his chest. "Please listen to the song of my heart and do know that it is never a lie when I say this: I've been wanting all of you for myself since I first laid eyes on you."
Steve blinked rapidly in bewilderment and awe. Every dragon had an innate talent, and Steve's was the ability to see only the truth.
Thus, when Eddie opened himself up so freely like that, Steve could also see the man's deepest desire. And what he saw made him blush terribly. This man was truly hopeless.
"You never do anything in half, do you?" Steve snorted.
"Once Uncle Wayne gets better, I will return to the tower and never leave your side again," Eddie held his hand tightly as if fearing he would take it back and peppered feathery kisses on his knuckles.
Those words sung true to Steve's heart. Yet, he also sensed the wordless yearning from his lover. There was only one way, wasn't it?
"I'll go with you, then. I think it's time for you to introduce me to your family."
"Are you sure?"
Looking at Eddie's hopeful eyes, Steve leaned in to kiss the love of his life soundly.
"As sure as gold."
They both chuckled fondly at the memory together. After all, the first thing Eddie had given him upon their meeting was a sparkling bar of gold.
Thinking of Eddie Munson at the sidewalk with a megaphone doing the ‘polite catcalling’ thing with his hellfire boys. And firefighter Steve Harrington on the other side of the road responding to a fender bender. And Eddie’s like, ‘none of these thoughts are in the Bible, Jeffrey help me.’
wc: 388 | cw: N/A | gen rating | for @steddiemicrofic | Prompt: "pin"
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“Not too rough, baby,” Eddie whispers as he watches over Steve’s shoulder.
Steve’s fingers are careful as he unwinds the string from the pegs on Eddie’s acoustic. His hands are shaking a little from the tension, fingers feeling too bulky for such a delicate task. Or maybe he’s scared of hurting one of Eddie’s prized possessions with his inept hands.
Eddie had already cut all the strings, prepping everything for Steve to assemble under Eddie’s watch. When Steve agreed to guitar lessons, he hadn’t exactly pictured starting with tuning the guitar and maintenance.
“Now pop out the pins,” Eddie says, handing Steve the pliers.
Steve balances the guitar on his lap, trapping Eddie further as the neck hangs over Eddie’s thighs. He’s sitting against Steve’s back, thighs bracketing Steve’s and arms looped around to guide. “Like this?” he asks as he carefully pulls the pin out of the lineup.
“Beautiful,” Eddie whispers, breath hot against Steve’s neck. It sends a shiver down Steve’s spine, his hands shaking even more.
Steve hands Eddie the pin, then plucks out the next ones.
Eddie holds them with his right hand, his left settled on Steve’s hip, thumb brushing against the skin where the hem of Steve’s cropped tee falls. “So beautiful,” Eddie whispers again, softer and precious. “You’re treating her so well.”
“She’s important to you,” Steve says, only feeling a little silly addressing the guitar as a being. “Probably the most important thing you own since you lost your Warlock.”
“Own, sure,” Eddie mumbles. “But she’s not the most important thing to me.”
Steve inserts the new strings into the bridge and pins them down, one by one.
“Perfect,” Eddie whispers, “you’re doing perfect.”
“If Robin hears you, she’s going to accuse you of inflating my ego,” Steve says, smiling as the heat blooms on his cheeks.
Eddie laughs softly, the vibrations rumbling through both their chests. “Can’t help myself around you. Everything you do is perfect.”
“We’ll see about that,” Steve says as he starts to wind the first string around the tuning post.
“Easy,” Eddie says, peering over his shoulder to watch as he begins to turn the knob tighter and tighter. “We don’t want it to sna–”
The string pops in half, making both of them jump.
He stares up into the near-black darkness shrouding the room and tries not to think about the shoulder pressed against his own.
It’s just Eddie, he tells himself. Just a guy, who’s my kinda-friend.
Kinda-friend is the best way he can describe what this is, this slightly tense relationship between them and the fact they’ve only been pushed closer by Dustin and the kids and everything that happened in the Upside Down.
It’s Steve’s fault things are tense. Dustin rolls his eyes and tells him to get over his childish high school rivalry, but that isn’t it. That isn’t it at all.
It’s the way Steve’s heart pounds when Eddie leans in too close. The way he wants to live in the smell that wafts from Eddie’s curls, cheap shampoo and pot and tobacco. The way he gets fucking butterflies when Eddie holds out his hand to offer Steve a hit of his joint.
So he keeps himself distant. Makes space between them. Declines the pot, even though he knows it makes his near-constant headaches almost manageable.
Until tonight, when the sleeping arrangements at the Wheelers’ mean Steve and Eddie lying side-by-side on an old air mattress in the basement. He tried to insist on sleeping somewhere else – anywhere else – but the look in Eddie’s eyes stopped him. Hurt. Disappointment. Resignation.
Steve couldn’t be the cause of that. So he had changed course, asked Eddie if he was sure there was space for the both of them, and flopped onto the flocked plastic.
But even though Eddie is softly snoring away, Steve is still wide awake, feeling the mattress sink slowly towards the floor. There must be a leak somewhere. He’s trying to cling to the edge, even has his legs halfway off the mattress, heels pressing into the threadbare rug in the freezing cold air of the night. But the dip in the middle continues to grow, Eddie rolling right into the center of the thing.
Steve squeezes his eyes closed and hopes his sheer will is enough to overpower gravity itself.
~ ~ ~
The next time Steve opens his eyes, the room is much brighter. He doesn’t know what woke him at first, but then he hears it.
“Ahem,” Dustin clears his throat.
Steve turns his head and feels something fall away, tickling his cheek. The kids are standing over the air mattress, eyebrows raised. Max smirks, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Fuck d’you want?” Steve grunts, voice thick with disuse.
They don’t say a word, just glance at each other, then Steve and the space beside him. Like it’s rehearsed.
It’s only then that Steve realizes he’s warm, really warm. Warm because there are limbs wrapped around him, radiating body heat under the blankets. There’s also a fast asleep Eddie drooling on Steve’s shoulder, so close Steve can feel the flutter of eyelashes against his jaw.
The butterflies in his stomach mimic them.
“Go make us some fucking coffee, you pervs,” Steve snarks, pulling an arm from Eddie’s koala-like grasp to flip them off. When they don’t move, he continues. “Or else I’m never driving any of you anywhere again!”
It’s an empty threat and they all know it, but it sends them scattering anyway.
Eddie stirs next to him, roused by the commotion. He squeaks, and rolls away from Steve with such force he sends himself over the edge of the severely deflated mattress.
“Shit, oh my god, sorry. Fuck. Sorry!” Eddie yelps, cheeks reddening.
Steve laughs, rolling over to help Eddie back onto the mattress. “You're fine, man. Mattress deflated during the night. And hey, at least we kept each other warm.” He sends a wink in Eddie’s direction, and his face turns an even deeper shade of pink.
Maybe Steve doesn’t need to keep quite so much space between them.
Did I Tell You This Already? - a little Steddie drabble
Steve works out he’s in a time loop because Eddie’s listening to a Judas Priest song on his walkman while they’re waiting to take down Vecna. Eddie turns to Steve - it’s just the two of them sitting on the floor of max’s trailer - and Eddie begins to gush about how much he loves it. The first loop, a very stressed, mildly perplexed Steve doesn’t think before he flippantly interrupts Eddie.
“yeah yeah, i know. you told me before,” Steve snips, and Eddie’s face just falls. His brows crease a little in confusion at first, but he shakes it off, hits Steve with a quiet:
“Oh. Uh, sorry. I didn’t- sorry.”
Something clenches in Steve’s chest at the softness in Eddie’s words, at the resignation in it. Eddie withdraws for the rest of that loop, pointedly ignores him as much as Steve tries to catch his attention. Steve’s wracked by the memory of Eddie’s dark, round eyes darting downwards, away, and refusing to meet Steve’s own again until the moment he calls out ‘hey, Steve?’ and does exactly what he promised he wouldn’t.
Steve slowly accepts that he’s doomed to repeat that same day, but he makes absolutely sure not to interrupt Eddie again. Steve falls in love with the quirk of his lips and the wild gestures of his hands. He falls in love a little bit too with a band he’s never really even listened to, simply because Eddie loves them. Steve vows to himself that no matter how many times he hears Eddie’s over-excited commentary, no matter how many times he has to return to Dustin clutching Eddie’s lifeless body, he will never ruin that one last perfect moment where Eddie opens up to him. Because one day, after this nightmare is over, Steve hopes he might just get to hear Eddie gush about more than just that one song.
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