I’ve been thinking a lot about Eddie seeing the patches from his old vest onto a new less ruined one after I made that post about his PT—so my prompt for you is Steve helping Eddie resew his new vest (but he’s not really helping he’s just kind of there for kisses and emotional support hehe)
I took a little more into the "actually helping" realm, but it's still fluffy sweet. Other people can send me prrrommmppptts too!
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Eddie had never done something like this with someone else before. Sewing his ripped jeans, bags, and battle-vest had been a solo venture thus far, but it felt strangely intimate to be getting help with his new vest. The old one wasn't salvageable, but Eddie had managed to save some of the patches and pins to start again. This wasn't his first battle vest, and it probably wouldn't be the last, but he had hoped to hang onto his old denim. It wasn't to be though, so Eddie had thrifted a second (or third) hand denim jacket and ripped the sleeves off to start all over again.
"What's this one?" Steve asked, handing over a pin Eddie had gotten from hanging outside a metal show he couldn't get tickets for.
"Bad Brains," Eddie explained, taking the yellow button and running a thumb over the red lightning bolt that streaked across the front. "From New York, I think. I traded for it; no one really plays their stuff on the radio."
Steve nodded like he was going to retain any of that as Eddie debated over where to stick the pin. He settled on the front right pocket and then turned the vest over.
"You want to help sew the back patch?" Eddie asked, grabbing the swath of fabric he had cut from an old band-T. He hadn't been able to get the blood out of his old DIO patch, and while 'the bloody look' was cool, something about it made Eddie squirm. He didn't like that it was Steve's blood, or that the stain had made part of the album art unreadable.
So, DIO was retired, and Eddie instead centred his new Megadeth patch on the back of his vest.
Eddie handed over a needle and thread to Steve and then cut himself his own length. He strung the needle easily and tied it off before setting to work. Steve seemed to be taking his sweet time, and Eddie eventually glanced at him to see what the hold up was.
Steve was still gingerly trying to thread the needle, his brows pinched with frustration.
Eddie snorted lightly before turning the vest around so it was facing Steve.
"Here, you continue my line, and I'll finish this," Eddie teased gently, finding Steve's inability to thread a needle charming.
"Is it too late to say I've never done this before?" Steve asked, picking up the needle and thread Eddie had left behind and stabbing into the fabric.
"I can tell," Eddie chuckled, easily starting to work again. "You don't have to, you know. I don't mind just having some company."
"No, it's alright," Steve said slowly, obviously concentrating as he tried to stick the needle up through the patch. "What're boyfriend for?"
Eddie felt a syrupy smile spread across his face at Steve's words, his stomach tumbling around inside of him. He was still getting used to Steve calling them 'boyfriends' and Eddie couldn't help how giddy it made him each time. Sure, it had been nearly a month, but it still made Eddie feel like he was a blushing fifteen-year-old.
"If you insist… love," Eddie said, keeping his gaze down. He was trying out a new pet-name and he wasn't really sure if it was pushing things a bit too far. Love or My Love was such an intimate title, but Eddie had been thinking of it for a while now. He saw Steve pause at the use of the new nickname though, and waited for him to say something.
"Ow---Jesus," Steve said instead, and Eddie looked up to see him holding his hand up, a ruby-red bead of blood forming on his finger.
"Ah…" Eddie said lamely, smiling still as he reached over for Steve's hand. "Sticking yourself hurts."
"Yeah, thanks for stating the obvious," Steve bitched, letting Eddie take his hand.
"I thought you'd be a bit more durable… you know, with the whole… missing a chunk of your stomach, thing," Eddie teased gently, putting his lips to the wound on Steve's finger much the same way his mother would have when he was a child.
Steve didn't reply to Eddie's comment, instead sitting there quietly and letting Eddie suck on the tip of his finger.
"You want a band-aid?" Eddie asked, pulling back just a bit and then cheekily pressing his tongue against Steve's finger, holding it there with his mouth open.
"Yeah, a band-aid----what are you doing? Don't be weird," Steve chuckled, still not resisting Eddie's grip.
Eddie quirked a brow at him and pulled back, before huffing a laugh.
"Look who you're talking to. Weird is practically stamped on my forehead," he scolded, before licking Steve's finger again for good measure.
"Alright, alright, fair. We get it, Count Dracula, can we grab that band-aid?"
Eddie chuckled again and then scrambled to his feet, trotting off toward the bathroom, but not before turning around and sticking his fingers in front of his lips to replicate fangs.
"I vant---to suck yer ddiiiiccck," he teased, smiling wide when he got an honest belly laugh from Steve.
Post season 4 steddie fic with Steve helping Eddie recover? Like after hospital and he's technically "healed" but he's having trouble. Learning to walk again, shaky hands, sharp pains, things like that
I love them sm
I love them too, anon.
This premise is like so many of my story premises for them, so I will try my best to keep it short cause I can see this getting way out of hand, oops. Lol. **Note, you can send me steddie prompts too! Anyone can** (tumblr keeps messing with this post and putting the read more WAY farther down. Forgive me)
The idea behind this is they're not together, and neither of them quite knows that they have feelings for the other. Sort of... the blooming of a crush. Early, early stages of Steddie.
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"I can do it," Eddie said harshly as he attempted to pull himself out of the chair he had been lounging in.
Steve stood there, arms hovering around the perimeter of the armchair, as Eddie struggled to stand. Maybe Steve had been a bit too attentive as of late, but Eddie had only been home from the hospital for a little over a week.
After the accident, recovery hadn't been easy for Eddie--or Max for that matter, but while Max was still in hospital recovering, Eddie had been discharged back to the care of his uncle. Of course, Wayne was ecstatic to have Eddie back home, but with hospital bills and having to replace half of their trailer, Wayne didn't have a lot of time to spend at home.
The Party had been volunteering around the clock to check in and help Eddie, but Steve had noticed that Eddie allowed very few of them to actually help him. Steve was one of those people, and even then, it was a fight.
Eddie did not in fact 'do it,' as he tried to support his weight on his arms and stand. Instead, he managed to get up and then promptly collapse to the side, clinging to the armrest to stop himself from hitting the floor.
"Hey, woah--" Steve breathed, hunching to catch Eddie by one of his elbows.
Eddie snatched his arm away, looking frustrated and embarrassed as he kneeled on the ground.
"Eddie, just let me help," Steve encouraged, sounding a bit exasperated as he tried to look Eddie in the face.
"Don't mother-hen me," Eddie huffed, obviously trying to contain his emotions. He sounded on the verge of yelling, or like he was about to start weeping, but Steve tried to ignore that. He didn't need to embarrass Eddie any further.
"Can I at least grab your cane for you?" Steve asked, sighing as he stood back up.
Eddie took a moment, and then nodded, breathing out a gruff 'yeah,' without looking up.
Steve moved to the door and grabbed the cane that Dustin had brought over a few days ago--one The Party had decorated and glued a dragon's head to the top of to make it 'cool.' Eddie had liked it, but he still didn't seem keen to use it.
Steve handed Eddie his walking stick and he grumbled before attempting to get his feet under himself again.
"Just let me help," Steve said quietly, not stepping forward like he had before, but still standing there expectantly.
"I need to be able to do it myself--" Eddie grouched, barely managing to get up onto wobbly knees and stand.
"No you don't," Steve scolded, "not this early on---Eddie, you were in a hospital bed for over a month, you don't have the strength to do it by yourself."
"Elaborate way to call me an uncoordinated nerd," Eddie huffed, obviously trying to inject some levity into the conversation.
"That's not what I'm saying," Steve sighed, keeping close attention to Eddie as he slowly started to pivot.
"Just let me---" Eddie started as he tried to take a step forward and wobbled terribly.
Steve was at his side instantly, catching Eddie around the waist and arm, stopping him from hitting the ground again.
Eddie stilled in Steve's arms before Steve heard a small whine escaping him, that eventually turned into an angry snarl.
"Don't---just--" Eddie complained, trying to pull away again, but not having the footing or the strength to break Steve's grip as he jerked back. "Just let me do it--"
The threat of tears was evident again as Steve saw the frustration well up in Eddie's eyes. He didn't want to force Eddie, but this was getting ridiculous.
"Why is it so important that you do it? I can help, Eddie. That's why I'm here, just let---"
"Because you're not always going to be here!" Eddie snapped angrily, cutting Steve off. He looked away again but stopped struggling against Steve's grip, instead standing there with his face turned toward the ground like a dejected child.
"What're you..." Steve trailed off, trying to grasp at Eddie's meaning. He didn't like how emotional this was making Eddie, and he didn't like that he wasn't able to help him. Whether that was with walking or feeling better.
"You're not always going to be here..." Eddie repeated, his tone much softer as he continued to hold onto Steve, still unable to stand on his own.
"We'll... I'll be here for as long as you need," Steve tried, still not understanding what Eddie meant.
"No--you... how long is it going to take for me to be normal again? A month? Five? What if it's never? What if I don't get better? You're not always---I'm not going to make any of you put your lives on hold so I can stand up and go take a fucking piss," Eddie gritted out, his voice getting tight at the end, his emotions obviously raw.
Steve quieted as he stood there, understanding what Eddie meant, but not agreeing. He had to imagine that being immobilized by an injury would drive him insane too, and he understood to a degree how deregulating it was not to be able to do everything he demanded of his own body. Recovery was slow, and hard, and Eddie wasn't going to have an easy go of it, but pushing himself wasn't going to help.
"That's stupid," Steve said bluntly, watching as Eddie looked up at him, completely surprised by his words. "You almost died, Eddie. No one other than some action hero from a bad B-movie is going to recover that fast. You're just going to make it worse. You have to rebuild the muscles, man. Learn to walk properly; there isn't a point in doing it if you're going to teach yourself to do it wrong, and then have to correct yourself over and over. You'll probably hurt yourself. It'll be painful, man."
Eddie seemed shocked silent by Steve's words, still hanging there as he stared.
"Isn't it the same with music? You practice and practice the same string over and over again until you get it right? And then you have to practice the right way or you're never going to do it?" Steve asked, watching Eddie inhale unevenly. "Eddie... none of us are going to abandon you, that's not what we do. I'm not going to make you do this by yourself."
Eddie looked away again, a choked-sounding laugh escaping him as he let his hair tumble in front of his face to hide his emotions.
Steve didn't stare, instead trying to look across the room to give Eddie a bit of privacy. He knew this wasn't easy, and the emasculation of being unable to do anything by yourself had to suck, so Steve tried to preserve as much of Eddie's dignity as he could manage.
"Yeah... like learning a new chord," Eddie swallowed, his voice sounding rough.
He took another beat before trying to stand up on his own again, leaning heavily on his cane, but not letting go of Steve's arm either.
"Going to ruin your summer--I don't want to be a burden," Eddie breathed, obviously trying to sound a little jokey, despite his words.
"You're not a burden," Steve replied easily, shifting to stand beside Eddie to help him walk toward the hall of the trailer. "What else am I doing with my summer? Swim? Actually, might be good to get you to swim. Low impact, but great muscle strengthening. Probably be good for you to swim."
"I can't swim," Eddie laughed, his tone bittersweet and laced with a much deeper emotion.
"I'll teach you," Steve offered, not putting too much stock in his own words. "I used to teach kids to swim all the time during the summer back in '83 and '84. It's easy."
Eddie went quiet again as he took careful step after careful step down the hall toward the washroom.
"Yeah... okay," Eddie mumbled quietly as he leaned on the door handle and breathed hard from the effort of walking just that short distance.
"Okay?" Steve repeated, "Hallelujah, he compromises." Steve said sarcastically as he helped Eddie slide the door aside.
"Man, shut up," Eddie grouched, but he sounded charmed by the gentle tease. "What're you going to get mad about now? Not holding my dick while I piss?"
"Grow up," Steve retorted, trying to sound friendly. Eddie laughed and Steve helped him as far as the sink before letting go. "Don't fall over, and don't try and stand. Just sit down, you're still recovering, man."
"Don't tell me how to use the toilet, Harrington. You're not my nurse-maid," Eddie grouched, able to wobble from the sink edge to brace on the back of the toilet.
"You're lucky I'm not, probably would have sedated you by now if that was the case," Steve teased again, getting another small laugh from Eddie before he turned to leave the room. "Holler if you need something."
"Harrington..." Eddie mumbled, and Steve paused at the door as he held it open. "Don't... thanks... thank you."
"Don't worry about it," Steve smiled, "any time man... really. Any time, I don't mind hanging out with you at all."
Eddie glanced over at him, and Steve flashed him another smile before sliding the door shut and walking back down the hall. He leaned there, waiting for Eddie to call him back over when he needed him.
None of this was easy, and he didn't blame Eddie for having a hard time with it. He wanted Eddie to get his freedom back as soon as possible, but he truly didn't mind hanging around with Eddie whenever he wanted him there. He liked it, actually. He liked feeling needed and helpful, and Steve liked the idea of teaching Eddie to swim. He owed a lot to Eddie, and he had meant it when he said he wasn't going to abandon him.
A month, five, forever... Steve didn't plan on abandoning Eddie for anything.
For Steddie prompts -- I'm always a fan of older Steve and Eddie, like them in the 90's and still pining type of nonsense
That or them as camp councilors, for Summertime for us Northern Hemispherers ♥️✨
Pining in the 90s.... hmmm, as in they're not together yet? I'm going to take this in a rather AU way, hope you like it!
Ooops, it's almost 2,000 words.... but whatever. (Anyone can send me a prompt! Please do)
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Eddie hoisted his guitar up his shoulder, grunting as he picking up his duffle and staggered away from the bus. It was a mild summer day, and he was pleased he had gotten in early to camp, even if he missed getting the extra sleep.
Eddie wasn't exactly 'a morning person,' but mornings came with their perks as Eddie took in the familiar sight of Camp Callingwood. He had never frequented the camp as a kid, but he had started as a seasonal camp counsellor in the late 80s as a last-ditch effort to not be homeless for the summer. It turned out to be one of the best decisions of his life because he had met some of the best people in the world. It was 'one of those perks' and Eddie couldn't help but look around to try and catch a glimpse of the guy he was looking for.
Like a sunbeam on a cloudy day, Eddie caught sight of Steve Harrington making his way down the dirt path toward the bus drop-off. He was talking to a younger woman who was also wearing the counsellor uniform, but Eddie didn't waste time waving Steve over. It took a beat, but Steve smiled wide when he saw Eddie.
"Hey!" Steve called over before saying something quickly to the young woman and then trotting up to Eddie. "Hey, man. I wasn't sure if you'd be coming around this summer."
"Wouldn't miss it," Eddie said cheerfully, letting Steve grab his duffle bag so they could start walking toward the cabins.
"No big break yet then, huh?" Steve asked, saying a few quick hellos to the other counsellors that had just been dropped off.
"You seen my name in the tabloids?" Eddie joked, only feeling a small pinch of embarrassment over Steve's comment. He hadn't made it big despite how much he talked up his music. He knew he was good, but there wasn't always an agent who could see that in the music biz. Still, he was nearly 26 now, and without a break soon, he feared he wouldn't make it at all.
"I guess not," Steve laughed, talking easily with Eddie along the quiet forest path. "Definitely would have taken notice to seeing you. You still selling songs?"
"Yeah, doing pretty good there," Eddie admitted, shyly glancing at Steve as he tried to gauge his attitude toward all of this.
Eddie was doing well in the 'selling songs' department; he could churn out hits for anyone, but it wasn't the music he wanted to play. It sucked that metal didn't seem to be in fashion right now, but no part of him wanted to change his whole personality to fit what was 'popular.'
"Wrote one for Whitney Houston recently," Eddie proclaimed, feeling a bit proud of that sell.
"No shit?" Steve asked, sounding surprised before he bumped his shoulder into Eddie's. "Good for you, man. Cool."
Eddie smiled stupidly, liking the roughness and how boyishly charming it was. When he had first gotten to Camp Callingwood all those years ago, Steve had already been a seasoned veteran at the game. From what Eddie knew, he ran the site year-round now, and maintained the grounds during the off-season too. Eddie was only a temp, but Steve seemed so pleased to see him every year. And every year… Eddie always tentatively sussed out whether or not Steve was still single.
"Any interesting changes?" Eddie asked, glancing at Steve from under his lashes, trying to keep things casual.
"No… well, I got a dog," Steve smiled, opening the door to Eddie's cabin for him. "Pepper--she's great company during the winter. It can get pretty lonely up here by yourself."
"New dog, but no lady?" Eddie joked lightly, hoping the answer was no.
"No, no lady," Steve laughed, dropping Eddie's bag on the bunk bed. "They tend not to be great company in the winter when they have to rough it--in my experience."
Eddie laughed lightly, unable to hold back the little bloom of heat in his chest. Steve really was 'one of those perks' and Eddie could hardly wait for camping season to begin so he could sign up as a counsellor again. He liked the kids, and he had fun teaching everyone how to play the guitar, or hosting the 'in-door activities' for the kids that didn't quite fit in with the others, but the real reason he kept coming back was Steve. He wished it wasn't just a temporary thing, but he chickened out asking for more every year he was here.
"Don't get too comfortable," Steve offered, swaying and leaning on the pole of the bunk bed, looking casual as could be. "We've got a lot of kids these first few weeks so I might need to move you into the big house. You don't mind dogs, right?"
The big house was Steve's permanent residence, and it was a proper home rather than the bunk rooms the counsellors and kids usually slept in.
"No--yeah, dogs are fine," Eddie said quickly, "wouldn't mind meeting Pepper though--if you're not up to anything else right now?"
"Sure, I'll see if I can find her. She's probably running around somewhere. She's a bear dog, you know? Well, not for like attacking bears or whatever, but she does a good job of keeping them away," Steve explained, motioning for Eddie to follow him.
Eddie put his guitar down on the bed and followed Steve out, not sure if he knew what Steve meant by 'bear-dog.'
Almost as soon as they got outside Steve was yelling Pepper's name and whistling as he walked toward the mess hall.
"Did you get some new tattoos?" Steve asked as they continued to walk around the camp. Other counsellors were moving about and setting things up or settling into their cabins, the site a hive of activity.
"Yeah, one on my arm and one on my thigh," Eddie said, twisting to show off his new ink. That was another thing he liked about Steve: he didn't seem bothered at all that Eddie had tattoos, even though they were still considered quite scandalous to most employers.
"One more too on my chest, but I'll save that one for later," Eddie joked lightly, pleased to be asked about his ink.
"Later for sure," Steve retorted with a smile, and Eddie blinked at him as he tried to decipher what he meant by that. Later how?
Eddie didn't get the chance to dwell on that thought though as Steve hollered Pepper's name again and Eddie watched as a large white mass bounded toward them through the trees.
"There she is," Steve said pleasantly, crouching down to greet the dog.
Pepper was a Great Pyrenees and far too big for Steve to be crouching down for.
She bounded into him and turned happily, letting Steve rough her up with pets and scratches. He was cooing and making pleasant sounds of affection at her as she wagged her tall and rubbed her head under his chin.
"She's still a puppy, only a little over one year old," Steve explained as he stood back up and Pepper turned her attention to Eddie.
"She's big," Eddie said, a little surprised by the dog's size as she bumped into his hip, looking for attention. He gave her a few good scratches, unable to stop himself from smiling.
"She's friendly--might try and sleep with you," Steve joked lightly, motioning for Pepper to sit.
She obeyed quickly and Eddie grinned as he watched her pant happily, looking for more commands.
"So this is her first summer with the kids?" Eddie asked, crouching down like Steve had before and scratching and rubbing Pepper's neck.
"Yeah, well, in this amount. We get some winter scouts and groups like that, so she has been around kids and she's great with them, but she'll probably be excited to have so many people to spoil her."
Eddie laughed, charmed by how in love Steve was with his dog. If Steve was still single, and he was pouring all of his affection in to a dog… Eddie couldn't see why shooting his shot would hurt. He had backed off every year since he met Steve, but he was feeling determined to at least confirm that Steve wasn't interested in him. They were pals, and sometimes they wrote to one another during the year, but Eddie really wasn't sure how receptive Steve was to the whole… queer thing. He did know that they'd had queer kids at camp before, and Steve had always been gentle and accepting of them, so his attitude couldn't be all negative.
"Let's go grab your keys," Steve said suddenly, and Eddie stood up to follow him. "I'll just give you a master this year, easier that way. It opens all the bunk houses and the utility rooms--and the big house. Easier than trying to sort out all the rings."
Eddie nodded, feeling a small flush creep up his cheeks. It felt rather intimate to be given a key to Steve's house, even if it technically was part of camp property.
Steve handed him the kitschy keychain and Eddie quickly added it to his own keyring.
"Don't lose it," Steve said, sounding only moderately strict. "I only have three of those. You and me are the only ones that'll have them, I don't want to hand out the spare."
"Oh," Eddie frowned, glancing up at Steve. "Are you sure you want to give it to me?"
"Yeah, I trust you, man. Plus, I don't mind you letting yourself in whenever," Steve grinned, walking over to his desk and rooting around the papers there.
Eddie pinched his brow in with confusion, not sure how to react to that. What did he mean by 'letting yourself in whenever'? It sounded so off-handed, but Eddie had no clue if he was supposed to take that seriously or… flirtatiously.
Steve had always been friendly, but this felt like it went a bit beyond friendly.
Eddie swallowed lightly, mustering the courage to speak as Steve turned back around with a clipboard in his hand.
"I could move my stuff into your place now, if you want," Eddie asked, idly picking his nail polish. "Easier than having to do it later. Just… make it my spot for the summer."
It was Steve's turn to stare as they stood there quietly for a beat, before Steve seemed to shake himself from his astonishment.
"Yeah! For sure---that's cool, let's do that," Steve agreed quickly, smiling again but not making a move toward the door.
"You want to show me the room I'll be staying in?" Eddie asked, feeling his confidence grow a bit.
"Yes--yeah," Steve waffled, sounding pleased but a bit surprised for some reason. "Follow me."
Eddie chewed his lip lightly and looped his arms behind his back as he followed Steve out of the cabin. He wasn't certain, but Steve had seemed sort of… flustered by the prospect of them actually sharing a living space. The idea of that encouraged Eddie, and he grinned privately to himself as he thought about retiring for the evening with Steve in his little cabin in the woods. It felt… romantic and it really did set Eddie up to succeed.
Eddie was going to make this summer the summer he asked Steve on a date. He wasn't going to chicken out again.
Oh you don’t say? Ok, fluffy one shot idea for you. Steve, backstage, when Eddie comes back from his First Ever Packed Show! “They really loved me Stevie!! 🥹🥹” excited and exhilarated and exhausted??
I saw this JUST before I was going to bed xD But I'll reply to it now.
(other people feel free to send me things, not just my pal void! Also, go check out their writing).
First ever packed show;
Eddie was like a firework. His explosion of energy was evident, and the colour that came off of him was like catching wind in a sail. It just urged you forward. It was impossible not to be compelled by Eddie, and that was more than obvious as the roar of a full stadium reached Steve backstage.
This wasn't Eddie's first show, but it was the first big league one. The stadium was sold out, and everyone here was screaming for Corroded Coffin. It was wild to think that the four men out there on the stage had come from little-town-nowhere and were now adored by hundreds. It was impossible not to adore Eddie. He knew how to put on a performance, and he knew how to engage the audience in a way that only a true showman could.
Steve could never do something like that. He never wanted that much attention on him.
He was proud of Eddie though, more proud than he could put into words.
The band ran off-stage as the crowd continued to yell, the lights around them dimming as Steve already heard shouts for an encore. It didn't seem to matter how much the people adored Eddie though, because Steve could see that as soon as Eddie reached the wings he was looking around wildly for him.
"Steve!" Eddie yelled, spying him against one of the back walls. He had chosen that spot to stay out of the Grips' way but hadn't wanted to go too far and miss the performance.
"Present," Steve said, raising a hand and then opening his arms as he saw Eddie beelining it for him.
Eddie was in his arms in a flash, throwing all of his weight on Steve as he latched on around his neck and hugged him tightly. He was damp with sweat and Steve couldn't help the involuntary 'ouph' that escaped him from the impact.
"Steve!" Eddie shouted again, pulling back to hold Steve's face in his hands. "Sold out, baby! Sold out! Did you see that? They love us--they freaking love us!"
Eddie's smile was so brilliant that Steve was certain he could have lit up the whole solar system if he tried. His eyes were twinkling, and despite how exhausted he looked, there was an unbridled energy that hummed behind his expression.
"I saw, I saw---" Steve chuckled, letting himself be manhandled.
Eddie was like this after every show. His adrenaline was high, and his lust for life was like nothing else. He loved being famous. He loved performing, and Steve knew that he was meant to do it. Eddie was supposed to wow crowds and put on one of the best shows on the planet.
"They're asking for an encore," Eddie said, nose to nose with Steve. His smile hadn't faded at all, and Steve felt the infectiousness of it as he grinned back.
"Can't blame 'em," Steve replied with a laugh, holding Eddie around the waist. "You should get out there."
"Don't go anywhere," Eddie said quickly, looking over his shoulder at the guys who were already standing in the wings, ready to head back out there. "I'll be right back. I'll---I'll be right back."
Eddie kissed him hard on the mouth, and Steve hardly got the chance to kiss back before Eddie was rushing back toward the stage. It was hilarious to watch him stumble over himself and then try to look composed as he walked back out to a cheering crowd.
Steve just smiled affectionately and wiped away the flecks of sweat and makeup that Eddie had gotten on his cheeks. This was par for the course, and Steve had to admit that he loved every second of being in Eddie's glow.
Steddie prompt: Eddie gets roped into playing the board game Twister at a party
NGL, not sure how to write this one… so many “extra” characters around, xD I have to figure out how to handle that in a condensed way. hahaha.
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Eddie watched casually as Robin brought out Twister from some dingy closet in her house. Her parents were away for the weekend, and it was a good a time as any to host a party. It was pretty basic from what Eddie was used to—not that he was much of a partier, but he had dropped in on more than a few parties to sell. He had never really been invited to a party before… as lame as that was.
He wasn’t really sure what he was expecting, but there was drinking and Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, and Robin had already had more than a few drinks. They were all pleasantly buzzed, and laughing easily with one another. Alcohol tended to do the opposite for Eddie, and he became a bit quieter and more observant than usual. It slowed his brain down enough that he relaxed (probably didn’t help that he had weed before getting here too).
“Rules!” Robin said, holding out the mat and handing one corner to Steve to stretch across the floor. “If you fall, you take a shot! Last man standing gets to dare everyone to do something—-within reason!”
“You’re all going down,” Steve said cheerfully, a big smile on his face and a competitive twinkle in his eye.
Eddie just stared, keen on watching the fun until he made eye contact with Steve. He grinned wider and came over, grabbing Eddie by the hand.
“Come on, Munson. Don’t be a weenie,” he encouraged, obviously feeling his cups.
“Woah—no, no,” Eddie replied awkwardly as he was dragged onto the floor. “Unfair, I’m not playing against swim-captain, basketball star.”
Steve laughed loudly at that, not taking no as an answer as he pulled Eddie to the corner of the mat.
“You against shots now? So worried that what I’m going to dare you to do will be that bad? Didn’t know you gave up that easily,” Steve taunted, sounding more than a little confident.
Eddie couldn’t really help how that stirred his chest and poked at his competative streak. He was a sore loser, he knew it, but he also couldn’t just let Steve wipe the floor. No way Robin or Jonathan were going to win, and somehow Eddie doubted that Nancy would be able to reach from one side of the board to the other.
“What if I win?” Eddie asked, raising a brow and feeling his stomach bubble with a bit of excitement.
“Then I’ll do whatever you want,” Steve retorted easily, his smile all good spirted, but with a hint of something more behind it.
Eddie blinked, not sure if that look was meant to be a taunt or what. It almost felt flirtatious, but there was no way that Steve was flirting with him. It caught him off guard, and before he knew it, Robin was yelling at him to put his left foot on yellow.
Eddie scrambled, awkwardly putting his beer down and then stomping onto the mat. Steve was still smiling at him, even as he crouched down and put his hand on one of the blue dots.
Why was he doing this? How did he get roped into this? It really took no effort at all before he was standing overtop of Steve, hair falling into his face while Steve stretched for another colour across the mat. Jonathan had it easy at the other end of the game board, and Eddie couldn’t even see where Nancy was right now.
“This feels like cheating,” Steve said, blowing Eddie’s hair out of his face.
“Hazard of the sport—“ Eddie huffed, not sure how much longer he could stay standing like this.
Steve was moving again, stretching up and over Eddie’s hand so he was braced under him like they were frozen in free fall. Eddie hovering on above, and Steve arched upward so his back was off the mat, almost face to face. They were practically on top of one another, and Eddie wasn’t sure if he had ever really been this close to Steve’s face before.
Jonathan tapped out and Steve yelled excitedly, the smell of beer rolling off his breath.
“Don’t get too excited—-“ Eddie puffed, grateful that his position was much easier than Steve’s right now. He grumbled when he had to pull his hand away, stretch and planting it awkwardly between Steve’s legs, his face practically resting on Steve’s stomach. “How’s your core doing?”
Steve snorted, and Eddie felt his shirt against his cheek.
“Keep your mouth shut, Munson. No making me laugh,” Steve teased, closing his eyes as Nancy took her turn. She was pretzeled awkwardly, but mostly contained to one corner, which was lucky. That was until now, as she stretched to put her arm by Steve’s head, trying to keep her crouching position. She toppled and Steve made another noise of excitement, while Eddie grinned back.
He liked this actually. He liked seeing Steve competitive, but in a good-hearted kind of way. It felt easy, and Eddie had to admit that he really didn’t mind being this close to Steve.
“Rob, are there rules against making someone laugh?” Eddie asked, watching Steve’s expression as he spoke.
“No, just no touching. Well, like, some contact is fine, but no putting your weight on someone or knocking them over,” she said, “right foot green, Eddie.”
Eddie smiled again as his positioning got easier, crouching beside Steve and tipping his head so his cheek was almost touching his belly.
“I think I’m at an advantage,” Eddie teased, tossing his head back so his hair flicked over his shoulder dramatically. “I’m way funnier than you.”
“No way—-shut up,” Steve laughed while he struggled to move his hand to a different colour and keep the same position he was in. It really did take a lot of core strength to say in that position, and Eddie watched with amusement as Steve’s shirt rode up a bit.
“I think you’re much mistake, my lord,” Eddie joked, moving to stretch his arm under Steve’s back, now brace directly beside him. “I’m the funniest man alive. A regular court jester—-a clown, even.”
Steve snorted again, and Eddie watched as he dipped a bit, before regaining his footing.
“Stop it—“ he chuckled, still in good spirits.
“A clown must never give up his craft. It is like a blade; if it were to dull, how could I land the final blow?” Eddie asked, leaning closer to Steve’s stomach and sticking his tongue out. “Want to test and see how sharp my tongue is?”
Steve’s eyes widened, his smile even bigger. Eddie wiggled his tongue, threatening to lick right into his bellybutton.
“Don’t—-“ Steve chastised, sucking in his stomach to try and get away.
Eddie just inched closer, waggling his brows while he did it.
“Gross—don’t!” Steve laughed, recoiling as much as he could before his laughter became too much.
Steve dropped the last few inches and fell onto his back, laughing in a way that only a drunk person could.
“Man! That’s fucking cheating!” Steve yelled, wrapping his arms around his stomach as he snickered, before smiling fondly up at Eddie.
Eddie just grinned back, more than a little pleased as he as he sat down hard on his butt and puffed out a relieved breath.
“Fair and square! I didn’t touch you man—not my fault you’re worried about a little tongue play,” Eddie teased, sticking his tongue out again.
“Man, fuck off,” Steve laughed, sitting up and shoving Eddie in the shoulder, still having a great time.
Eddie just smiled, feeling a warmth rush over him as they jostled each other and joked around. It felt nice, and he liked being close to Steve like this. He never would have guessed that they’d get along so well. He felt… smitten, as he watched Robin hand him a shot and he threw it back and then shook his head from the flavour.
“So… what’re you asking for?” Steve questioned, sighing heavily as he turned his attention back to Eddie.
“Anything I want, right?” Eddie asked, his eyes glinting a bit as he watched Steve lean back on his elbows, stretching his body out like a cat. “Why don’t we play a little game of spin the bottle?”
Since last time I had someone ask me if it's possible to compile all of the mini ask fics/shorts I've done... so now I'm posting the list so far for people who needs it.
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ACE!!! WHY ARE YOU STEALING MEMORABILLIA OF YOURSELF?!!!!
Tsumuri and Ziin must've been so surprised lol!!!!
😂😂😂😂
Meanwhile, that explained the 'mysterious' box inside the main shrine 😃
Ace really wanted to erase even the memories of people who had been avid fans of the Star of the Stars of the Stars. But not like Keiwa won't have a say on this. 😃
another detective tanuki!! please??? this time its a case of a missing store display that wasn't for sale XD
OMaigaad....what specific case 😃😃😃😃😃
What kinda of store display even 😂😂😂
Also after much thoughts, I'm sorry i gonna make a complete comedy(?) of this short cos the comedy muse answered this challenge.
And i thought I'd finally get to write a scene abt Keiwa dragging a conffession out with Tanuki soba this time 😂
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Detective Nakata Sota stared at his partner aggressively chomping on their Tanuki soba at their desk in confusion. For some reason, his partner suddenly got in an awful mood after their last interview with a shop owner who made a report about a missing (stolen?) store display...
Or actually, make it SEVERAL reports of certain items from various different stores and residential houses and public libraries and stuff being stolen or missing... that 'seemed' to be unrelated at first. But then after some interrogation, they found out that all of the missing (stolen?) items had something in common, which was the fact that the items were memorabilia from a certain idol star (?) who seemed to have suddenly vanished without explanation. Even more mysterious was the fact that none of the victims could describe WHO the idol was in question despite claiming that the items they'd lost were very important to them thus their desire to want the items recovered. Even if the items were just useless trinkets like the idol's framed signatures or fan merchandise or selcas and the lots.
They had just finished compiling the records back at the precinct as Nakata lamented how it was unlikely for the victims to recover their stolen items. It's the reality of these kinds of cases. Yet he didn't know what he do or say afterwards because suddenly his partner started preparing his usual Maruchan™ Midori no Tanuki soba and ate them angrily!
Nakata took another peek at his partner's desk as he finally noticed that Detective Sakurai didn't only make one bowl of instant noodles to eat... but actually TWO. And surprisingly the second bowl of instant noodles was NOT the usual tanuki soba but instead the Maruchan™Akai no Kitsune udon. That was... rare. And he thought he imagined it...
...his partner seemed to be chomping on those udons very INTENSELY.
Much later...
Keiwa marched towards the small inari shrine vehemently, not even bothering to spare any pleasantries to Tsumuri, or even Ziin who happened to drop by. As soon as he saw Ace coming to greet him, Keiwa grabbed hold of the fox deity and dragged them away by the ear, (the custom boots Keiwa was wearing helped a lot as they allowed him to reach up and grab hold of the taller fox much more easily...)
Tsumuri and Ziin glanced at each other, puzzled as the pair disappeared to the back of the main shrine.
"Give them back."
Ace gave him a puzzled look. "Give back WHAT to WHO?", they asked back as Keiwa rolled his eyes at them.
"You know what I mean," Keiwa said as he scowled at the 'man'. "Those fan memorabilia and those fan's memories of you. You're the one who took them away, weren't you? Give them back!"
Ace remained quiet as Keiwa let out an exasperated sigh. "Whatever. I've said my peace..." said Keiwa as he turned around to leave.
Immediately Keiwa found himself being backhugged by a certain fox as they started muttering apologies to him. Keiwa pouted in response.
"What did I tell you about forcing people to forget things and altering their memories to remove every trace of you in their lives?"
Ace tightened their hold on Keiwa's waist before burying their face inside the crook of Keiwa's neck. Keiwa blushed as the tingling sensation of Ace's sharp nose and soft lips just made him want to drag Ace home and into his room.
"I'm sorry..."
"You KNOW how I'd feel about forcing people to forget, yet you're doing this to other people again--!"
"Sorry, Keiwa... I won't do it again--"
"...and it JUST happened that the cases occur in my jurisdiction..."
"I'm weawwy sowwy..."
"..."
"How about we go out for a dinner date?"
...he was thinking of just ignoring the increasingly annoying fox, but then his stomach growled. Really LOUDLY. Getting angry just takes up too much energy, yanno?
"...so how about the soba shop?"
Keiwa groaned as he thought about the two bowls of noodles he had eaten earlier in anger. Suddenly he didn't feel like eating soba... especially as he detected a hint of a smile from Ace. That guy knew that soba would instantly cheer his sour mood.
"No. Sushi..."
"Eeh, sushi? Why?"
"If you don't want it's fi—!"
Suddenly Keiwa found himself in Ace's arms as they reappeared in front of a popular sushi chain.
"Sushi it is! So NOW am I forgiven?" asked Ace again as Keiwa hastily urged them to put him down.
"Depends... can you put me down now?"
"No!" chirped Ace as the fox deity continued princess-carrying their detective boyfriend and entered the sushi chain...
Several days later Keiwa received some calls from the 'victims' on the cases he was handling, to inform him that their 'lost' store displays and personal belongings had suddenly reappeared in their houses/shops!
