27 | she/her | queer | UK
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Equate | on ao3
"I just don't get how you can be on the edge of your seat over a sportsball game," Eddie frowned, "It's so boring, how d’you get excited over that shit?"
"Eddie, baby, I love you dearly but that is exactly how I feel about your dungeons and dipshits game."
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Written for the Steddie Microfic February Prompt: edge
Abnormal Behaviours | on ao3
"What's a three letter word for badge?"
They're sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee in the late morning light, and enjoying a rare day off together when Steve interrupts the Dio tape Eddie has playing over on the counter. It takes Eddie a moment to remember how to form words before he can offer a response to the crossword clue Steve has just thrown at him.
"Uhh pin?"
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Written for the Steddie Microfic March Prompt: pin
Sleepwalkin' | on ao3
Eddie stirs at the sound of shuffling footsteps and gets jolted awake as Steve drops face-first onto the bed.
"Mhmph. Where've you been?"
"Sleepwalkin'."
"Do anything fun?"
"I got into bed with Wayne." He mumbles into the pillow.
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Written for the Steddie Microfic April Prompt: fool
They're not mine | on ao3
Eddie finds a pair of women’s lace panties when folding the laundry and comes to the totally obvious conclusion that they're Steve's and that he's embarrassed about liking to wear them
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Written for the Steddie Microfic May Prompt: top
There's a grocery list folded in his pocket waiting to get crossed off.
But all of that can wait, because there's a guy carrying his dog walking right in front of him.
The guy's wearing bright red running shorts, and the muscles in his legs flex with every step. In his arms sits a…Eddie actually has no clue what breed of dog it is, but whatever it is, it looks completely content with its life, tucked securely against this man's chest, watching the traffic go by.
Eddie has never wanted to be a dog more.
Which is saying something, because he doesn't even like dogs that much. He's more of a cat person.
So why is a guy carrying his dog the hottest thing Eddie has seen in months?
Why is he carrying the dog, anyway?
Maybe he's waiting until they reach the park so it doesn't run into traffic.
Maybe the dog just wanted to be carried.
Eddie can relate.
He, too, would like to be carried around by this guy.
He reaches his turn.
Eddie slows.
Thinks about it.
Then promptly ignores it.
Groceries have to wait, for now he's following a random hot stranger whose face he hasn't even seen yet.
Totally normal behavior.
Eddie's eyes drift down to those legs again, then slightly higher.
Yep.
Thank you, running shorts.
He misses another turn.
Suddenly the guy stops.
He crouches down and carefully sets the dog on the ground.
The dog immediately holds one paw slightly off the pavement.
Oh.
Great.
The dog's injured.
And now Eddie feels like an asshole.
Here he is thirsting over some guy who's been carrying his hurt dog around.
Then again…Why does that somehow make him even hotter?
Eddie desperately tries to think of a reason to approach.
Maybe the dog stepped on a bee.
Maybe there's glass.
Maybe…What exactly is Eddie supposed to do?
He's not a vet or something.
He has nothing to offer here.
Then the guy finally looks up.
And Eddie catches his first glimpse of his face.
Of course.
Of fucking course.
He's gorgeous.
Like insultingly gorgeous.
Eddie's so busy staring that he doesn't realize he's stopped walking, too.
Not until the guy's eyes meet his.
Eddie immediately jerks his gaze away. He glances around, pretends he's hopelessly lost, then spins on his heel and starts walking in the opposite direction.
His head hangs low.
His ears burn.
Eddie Munson is, at the end of the day, a very weak man.
Steddie Holiday Drabbles: Scarf
Rating: G🌲Words: 1k🌲Tags: Modern AU, Established Steddie, Were!Eddie, Good Uncle Wayne
For @steddieholidaydrabbles
Ao3
“Babe, why do you keep sending me possum reels?” Steve held his phone over the back of the couch for Eddie to see from Wayne’s kitchen and scrolled up, showing Eddie the line of 25 reels he’d sent Steve in just two days. “I think you need to fix your algorithm, it’s got you stuck on possums.”
“What, they’re cute!” Eddie rounded the counter and slid over the back of the couch, grabbing Steve’s phone. “Look at this little guy! Isn’t he cute? He’s smiling!”
The back door swung open, letting in a gust of cold. “Kid, how many times do I have to tell you not to go over the back of the couch?” Wayne said, stomping snow off his boots and unwinding the scarf Steve made him two years before.
Eddie gasped. “You weren’t even here! You don’t know, I could’ve walked around!”
Wayne raised an eyebrow at Steve, “Did he?”
Steve hesitated, stuck between wanting Wayne to continue liking him and wanting to defend his lying boyfriend. “Um?”
Wayne barked out a laugh, heading to the kitchen to check the oven, while Eddie slapped a hand against his chest, falling back against the armrest. “Betrayal! From both sides!”
“He was just excited to show me another baby possum video,” Steve said, defending Eddie’s exuberance and lack of self control. He aimed his phone towards Wayne, so he could see the video of a smiling baby possum being swung in a circle to some music in the background. “He’s been stuck on them all week. Though, they are pretty cute...once you get past all the tiny teeth.”
Wayne glanced at the phone before sliding his gaze over to Eddie, raising a single eyebrow at him. Eddie shrugged, looking away.
Steve was always amazed with how much Wayne could convey from that single look. Though, what that was supposed to mean, he couldn’t fathom. He really hoped there wasn’t some long held Munson Family feud with possums that he’d accidentally just walked into.
Wayne nodded, wiping his hands on a towel. “I’ll get the baby books.”
Wayne crossed through the room toward to his bedroom. Steve was so confused. He’d seen Eddie’s baby pictures before, the album sat pride of place on Wayne’s bookshelf.
“Where’s he-” Steve glanced over at Eddie and cut himself off, seeing him twisting the couch blanket between his fingers, a nervous habit he only did when he was afraid of how someone will react. Steve picked up the blanket and scooched toward him, putting an arm along the back of the couch and tucking the blanket around their laps. “Hey, whatever’s going on, you don’t have to show me the baby book, okay? The one I’ve seen is enough, all full of cute tiny little baby Eddie pictures. I’ll just tell Wayne no-”
“No! I want you to see the other album,” Eddie looked at him, eyes wide and shining with love and trust. “I just…don’t want you to look at me differently. Think I’m scary or whatever.”
“What? Baby, I could never-”
“Got it!” Wayne walked back in, holding a photo album that looked near identical to the one Steve had already seen. “Eddie, do you wanna?”
“No,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “You can.”
Wayne sat down on the other side of Steve and laid the book on his and Steve’s knees, so everyone could see. Wayne flipped the cover open to the first page.
A single Polaroid. With a baby possum grinning up at the camera.
How confusing. But if all the secret keeping was just that Wayne had a secret photo album with a bunch of baby possum pictures in it, then Steve would just go along with it. He pointed at the photo. “Aww, he’s cute. Look at that little smile.”
Wayne looked up at him, eyes crinkling, and an actual full smile crossing his face. “He was the cutest little thing I’d ever seen in my entire life.”
Tears pricked at Steve’s eyes, seeing Wayne so open and happy. And an outlandish, ridiculous idea started forming in Steve’s head.
Wayne flipped the page, pointing at a familiar stocking. “This was when he first came to me. It was a few weeks before Christmas and I hadn’t even put up a tree yet, but you can bet I went out that next day and got him a stocking to hang up for Santa. And then, of course, he had to climb right in. Though, he couldn’t figure out how to climb back out.”
Wayne chuckled, running a finger over the photo of a baby possum hanging in a stocking, looking like he regretted ever climbing in. An expression Steve had seen a few times in his and Eddie’s three year relationship.
Wayne continued flipping through the book, giving Steve the story of every single photo. Steve reached over to hold Eddie’s hand, twining their fingers together, giving him a gentle squeezed. He cooed over all the silly photo of baby possum Eddie and kissed Eddie’s knuckles when sad memories arose.
At the end of the album, Wayne closed the back cover and handed it over to Eddie. “I’m gonna check the food.”
Eddie didn’t say anything, just looking at Steve. Steve put his free hand on the book. “Wayne was right. You were the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen.”
Eddie’s eyes filled, threatening to fall over his lashes. He whispered, “Yeah? Not scary, even with all the teeth?”
Steve shook his head, reaching up to run a thumb under Eddie’s eye, catching a stray tear. “Couldn’t be scary, if you tried. And believe me, I’ve seen you try.”
Eddie laughed, ducking his head. “It’s, uh, why I was sent to Wayne in the first place. Was playing outside when Dad was gone and got bit. He came home and I poofed into a possum. He dropped me off at Wayne’s the next day.”
“The best Christmas gift I ever got.” Wayne called, pulling the roast from the oven.
Fic where Steve is having the worst goddamn day of his life and just wants to get a drink in this shitty bar, but no.
Before he can even flag down the bartender, he’s pretending to be some guy’s boyfriend so a creep will leave him alone.
this annoying ass creep is pretty insistent that Steve isn’t dating this Eddie guy and even if it is, it’s not serious which is.
Just the wrong thing to say because Steve is having the worst day of his life so…
He reaches into his pocket and sits an engagement ring on the bar. He looks the creep in the eyes and says, “Looks pretty fucking serious now, doesn’t it?”
And then Steve and Eddie get drunk together and accidentally get married.
Eddie and Steve working together (for the first time) on the set of a horror movie, making an entire gag reel out of scaring each other or ruining a bottle-to-the-throat moment with a fake-out kiss.
These pranks and playful moments end up culminating when Steve is doing a tense atmosphere scene where he's supposed to yank open a door and find nothing. Naturally he flings the door open and Eddie leaps out at him, arms and legs akimbo, is caught because "of course I knew you'd catch me, big boy~" WINK.
Steve's stood there with Eddie's arms and legs wrapped around him, his hands under Eddie's thighs, and he just goes "oh fuck it" and steps through the door, pulling it closed behind him and slamming Eddie into one hell of a kiss.
Eddie's laughing when they part, looks past Steve to the closed door, "Hey Harrington, the camera missed it." his goofy grin falling into slack shock when Steve looks at him like "yes, duh." a brief silent exchange of looks 'for real?' 'yes, obviously' before he goes a bit loose limbed, crosses his wrists behind Steve's head and draws him in for another sweeter kiss.
It takes Wayne Munson a single movie night with Eddie and Steve to see that his nephew finally found the right person to settle down with.
Eddie doesn’t explicitly state that, nor does he explain the nature of his and Steve’s relationship, but he doesn’t need to. Wayne can see how much they care for each other; he can see the devotion reflected in every glance they share, the care behind every innocent touch.
It’s so different from how they are with their other friends that it’s impossible not to notice the contrast.
And it’s endearing for Wayne to witness his loudmouthed nephew becoming softer and quieter when he’s around Steve, especially when Steve’s in a somber mood, but it’s also comforting to see that Steve is pretty much the same with Eddie. Wayne’s always worried about Eddie’s future; about how lonely and dangerous it could be for someone like him, but part of these worries is appeased now that Wayne knows Steve’s going to be right there with Eddie.
So Wayne accepts Steve in their household easily. He opens their home to that boy and treats him like family because that’s what he is –or maybe what he’s going to be sooner or later, depending on how brave Eddie can be. And it feels natural how Steve just fits in their routine as if he was supposed to be there all along.
Steve spends almost every night with them; they cook dinner together, have movie nights and watch football matches. They bicker over music and nerdy games and Eddie’s fashion sense and Steve’s complex haircare routine. There are expensive shampoo bottles in their tiny bathroom and three hundred dollars sweaters in their laundry and so much laughter and joy like never before.
And it’s right. Even if people in town might think it weird, even if they might be a bunch of bigoted pricks once they clock the true nature of Steve and Eddie’s bond, it’s still right because those boys, his boys, are truly happy and that’s all that matters to Wayne.
“Why are you looking at us funny?” Eddie whispers one night, when he catches his uncle watching him and Steve.
They’re supposed to be watching a football game, but Steve’s all snuggled up against Eddie’s shoulder, fast asleep and snoring softly.
Wayne shakes his head. “Nothing,” he whispers back. “Just happy that you boys found each other, I guess.”
Eddie blushes all the way to the roots of his hair, but Wayne doesn’t miss the way his nephew’s arms tighten around Steve and brings him closer. “Yeah, me too,” he mutters.
Their eyes turn back to the TV, and no one says anything else, but they don’t need to. Wayne knows Eddie gets what he means, and that’s enough.
Give me a Steve who is has need glasses for years but just never got them for one reason or another, but after two run in with upside down creatures and one Billy Hargrove, he has been knocked around to a point where he finally is giving in and getting glasses.
He plans to ask Nancy. Not that Steve particularly wants to ask his ex who completely ignores him to take him to his eye doctor but, well, she is one of like two people Steve is kinda friends with who has a license so, Nancy is it.
Steve hasn’t seen her around all day, which, seen is a generous term for what Steve actually sees now which is blobs of shapes and colors. He figures his best bet is checking the library because, well, he’s looking for Nancy, duh, she is usually in there for her last hour of the day.
And when Steve gets to the library, he does indeed find blob of poofy brown hair surrounded my books and assumes that it’s Nancy. Steve marches his way over to stand in front of her and lays it all out
“Hey, sorry to interrupt all your studying but I just really need your help- I know you probably don’t want to talk to me and I get it I do I just need you to drive me to my eye doctor for appointment Thursday, finally getting those glasses you said I needed, finally hit enough mailboxes to agree with you, but yeah i just don’t think i should driving the 45 minutes out to Greensvile, especially with how hard it is to read street signs now, and those previously mentioned mailboxes, so, could you drive me? I’ll pay you back for gas and everything I swear, you know I’m good for it”
After Steve’s ramble he just feels Nancy’s eyes staring at him while she says nothing. Steve rummanges through if pockets before finding his doctors note and holding it out to her.
“I know you probably have really important things to do, but I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need you for this, so please, can you help me with this one thing?” Steve sees am arm reach out and take the note from his hand, and he face breaks out into a smile
“Ok so I take it you’ll take me? Awesome. All the information is on the letter, probably should pick me up an hour before the appointment but, ya know, whatever works for you. Call me later so we can talk about it”
Steve leaves feeling really good about the interaction, even thought Nancy was oddly quiet.
Eddie, on the other hand, is incredibly flabbergasted that King Steve just asked Eddie to escort him to a doctors appointment.
The guy nods, bites his lip. Fucking hell, why does the air in here feel so dry? Jesus.
It smells really good up at the counter. The plate of Mystery Baked Good is no longer steaming, but Eddie peers at it anyway while the guy points to the card machine, says it’s ready to tap. He notices Eddie’s gaze.
“Eating on the job,” he smiles. “Unprofessional, I know.”
Eddie puts his phone up to pay, waits for the ping. “Nah, not at all. Smells fuckin’ unreal though, you make that?”
“Yeah. It’s pretty old school- I’ll put anything in a pie if it grows out back, even rhubarb.”
“Rhubarb?” Eddie inquires.
“You haven’t- you’ve not tried rhubarb before? I think it’s more of a thing in like, Europe to be fair. It’s just easy as fuck to grow. Tastes real good stewed or in pie or cake.”
Eddie nods. Rhubarb. He’ll be investigating this Rhubarb later.
“Do you- want to try some?”
Eddie blinks. So does Hot Guy- it kind of looks like he asked that question without meaning to, because his face freezes and then goes all red.
“I mean-”
“Yeah. If you’re offering.”
Is that weird? It’s probably weird, to accept pie from a random dude in a store that could have god knows what in it. Especially when you’re technically a celebrity. But weird is kind of his MO, so fuck it.
The guy pushes the plate towards him, fork dangling off the edge. It’s untouched, still warm.
He tries not to overthink it as he scoops a chunk off the edge, puts it in his mouth. He sees the guy's eyes widen ever so slightly. Fuck this pie is good- the flavour is sharp, tangy, the pastry crust sweet and soft. Unreal.
“You have a tongue piercing,” the guy blurts out. Eddie stares. Swallows the pie.
“Uh. Yes?”
“Cool.”
And then-
“I’m Steve, by the way.”
Critical hit! Name unlocked.
“Well, Steve,” Eddie grins, “that’s the best fuckin’ pie I’ve eaten in a long time. And I’m Eddie.”
the concept of wayne being the one to introduce steddie.
eddie living in Indy, doing music. wayne running into steve at the grocery store and talking about the recent game for the team on wayne's hat.
steve just kinda sticks after that. he comes over to watch the games, dinners on sundays. he helps wayne with household chores the man is getting a bit too old to do as easily as he once did.
wayne asks steve once why he doesn't just spend time with his friends his age and steve says he doesn't really have any.
"well, except for my best friend, robin, but she's in college so mostly my friends are these high schoolers i used to babysit."
and wayne loves steve, thinks he's a good guy, so he's eager to do some light meddling. he mentions his nephew as often as he can.
"your kids play dungeons and dragons? my boy eddie loves that game."
"my nephew plays guitar in a band. i bet he could play one of those songs you like, though it might not be his style."
he tells cute stories about eddie, updates steve on his life and eventually it must work because steve seems to gain an interest.
"so you said he was my age?"
"does eddie look like you? what's he look like?"
"you said he's in a band?"
until one day steve faux casually asks "is your nephew coming to visit anytime soon? i'd like to meet him, see what all the fuss is about."
wayne smirks.
"if that's okay! i wouldn't want to entrude on your visiting time!"
"of course it's okay. i'd love for you two to meet." so he invites eddie over.
it's just a shame he never mentioned steve to eddie. after he arrived and greeted his uncle he turned and was promptly met with the sight of a beautiful, daresay shy, stranger.
"hi, i'm steve," he said with a dorky wave. "it's nice to meet you i've heard a lot about you."
eddie was a little off balance. "for some reson i haven't heard a lot about you," he said, sending a pointed look to his uncle.
"but it's really nice to meet you. i'm eddie" and they shake hands and hang out with his uncle which is only a little strange but mostly nice.
steve leaves for the night to let them sleep and eddie confronts wayne as soon as the door is shut.
"so were you ever gonna tell me you met the love of my life?"
wayne laughs, he knew they'd get along.
"this was me telling you! you're welcome by the way."
Rockstar Eddie who puts out the saddest "why did you leave me, I feel so alone, I wish you would come back" single only to be seen with his boyfriend Steve again two weeks later. All of his fans are like "leave his ass!!! Have some self respect!!!"
Eddie has to post an explanation about how they didn't break up. Steve just went to visit his best friend and he missed him too much
