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after years of being called things like dude, bro, captain, king by the guys around him, one day Eddie calls Steve babydoll and Steve feels himself go weak in the knees.
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steve comes home from work to find eddie on the couch with their baby asleep on his chest. eddie gave birth less than two weeks ago, and he's exhausted, steve knows that. he hates that he has to go back to work and leave eddie with the baby, even if wayne's around to help out all day and nancy and the kids stop in a lot too.
he can see the tiredness in eddie's eyes when he looks up at steve, the sleepiness in his lazy smile. eddie could easily go put their son in his crib and take a nap, but steve knows he's been fighting off sleep so he could be awake when steve came home. he's been fighting sleep so he could stare at their baby boy for just a little bit longer, listen to the quiet snuffles and baby noises, feel the warmth of him laying on his chest until he cant stay awake any longer.
"how are my boys doing?" steve asks.
eddie just smiles at him, something so content on his face. something so happy there because he loves their little family so much.
steve takes their baby, a sweet little boy named ronnie, and sits down beside eddie. he cradles ronnie in his arms as eddie snuggles up against his side and presses a kiss to his shoulder. steve presses one to eddie's head in turn.
"what do you want for dinner tonight?" steve asks.
eddie doesn't respond with anymore more than a sleepy sigh and steve looks down to see him already asleep. so steve just takes the remote and puts the tv on mute, settling in with his boys snuggled up against him, sleeping peacefully.
and steve just smiles.
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Yeah!
Is it just me or is it excruciating-ly time consuming to find a smutless fix it of S4 Steddie. Like, full rewrite.
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Wealthy omega Steve going on an arranged date each week to the same restaurant because his parents want him to find a mate.
Alpha Eddie who busks in the parking lot for tips and always offers him a cigarette and a shoulder to cry on after it doesn’t work out.
It takes them a while.
“Another one? That’s the third date this week, pretty boy. You going for a record or something?” Eddie asks, already holding his half-finished cigarette out for Steve to take.
He does. It’s his only reward for doing all of this.
Well, that and Eddie.
Eddie makes this easier.
Steve takes a long draw from it, craving the burn of nicotine more than he cares to admit to himself.
He craves Eddie’s company too, but that’s between him and the cigarette.
“Yeah, my parents are working overtime it seems. They’re bound and determined to have me mated off before spring.”
Steve laughs.
Eddie doesn’t.
“They sound awful.”
They are. Their insistence on old-fashioned values and treating their omega son like a burden to be rid of is proof enough.
“They mean well,” he says. “I think.”
Eddie hums thoughtfully. It’s clear that he disagrees.
Steve passes the cigarette back.
The alpha snubs it out on the sidewalk they’re sitting on instead.
“How long are you gonna keep doing this for?”
“Well, as long as it takes to find someone who’s interested, I guess. There’s not an exact timeline or any—”
Eddie startles Steve when he cuts him off with a growl.
He doesn’t look mad, but his forehead creases, deep frown, and sour scent speaks of irritation.
“Not what I meant.”
Oh.
“I don’t know, Eddie. They’re my parents… and it’s not like I’ve got anyone else knocking down my door.”
Even his dates aren’t interested once they’ve met him in person.
Steve always looks good on paper. He’s attractive and from an upstanding family, a decent investment at first glance.
But then he opens his mouth. That’s where their interest always ends.
Sometime between shaking hands and dessert, their eyes get bored and they start checking their watch more. They don’t bother to hide that they’re running out the clock, eager to be away from Steve.
He thought it would hurt less after a while, but it doesn’t.
“How many times are we gonna do this, Stevie?“
And now even Eddie is bored with him. It makes sense. They’ve been meeting up for months and Steve isn’t worth much for stimulating conversation.
It had to end eventually.
“I’m sorry. I— I didn’t realize I was bothering you. I can leave you to your gigging, man. Let me just—”
Steve reaches for his wallet, pulling out a thick wad of bills to shove in Eddie’s guitar case as an apology for taking up his precious time.
Compensation for the therapy.
“Hey, no— that’s not what I meant, baby. I just— ugh, why is this so hard to say?” Eddie groans, grabbing at his own hair in frustration.
Steve hasn’t the faintest idea what’s ailing Eddie. The guy is normally chill 100% of the time. It’s why Steve goes to him for comfort. He’s hard to shake.
“Sorry?” he tries.
“No, I’m sorry! I just can’t sit here for yet another evening and pretend like there are more fish in the sea for you or whatever,” Eddie explains frantically, his eyes begging Steve to understand.
Ouch. Okay. Point made.
Steve is unlovable, got it.
He stands, brushing off his slacks so his shaking hands aren’t as noticeable.
Keep cool. Breathe.
“Understood. I won’t bother you anymore then. I can park across the street next time too. Good luck with everything, Eddie. I’m sure your band will get signed soon, you’re a talented musician.”
Eddie shoots to his feet, almost tripping over his own lanky limbs in the process.
He grabs the sleeve of Steve’s dress shirt, stopping him from leaving.
“Don’t go on anymore dates.”
Jesus.
“Yeah, I got it the first time, thanks. I’m undesirable. Can you stop repeating it?”
Eddie looks like he’s been slapped, but he doesn’t say anything back. The bluntness must have caught him off guard.
Steve sighs, attempting to pull free from the alpha’s grip.
He almost manages it.
But then Eddie snaps back to reality and his eyes go wide for just a split moment before he kisses Steve right on the lips.
It’s unexpected to say the least.
It’s also probably the best kiss of his entire life. Too bad it’s from someone who just told him to quit dating because nobody will ever want to court him.
They finally break apart and Steve sways.
“Eddie… what in the actual hell are you—?”
“I love you! I love you— I’ve been in love with you for months, but you insist on going on all these dates with alphas who have no taste and they keep breaking your heart and leaving me to pick up the pieces, but I don’t want to keep handing them back. I want to keep you, Steve. I want to be the only alpha you go on dates with.”
Steve stops trying to run away.
Instead, he yanks at the collar of Eddie’s shirt, tugging him into another, longer kiss.
This is love, huh? Makes sense.
His lips are warm and so is his heart. Patched up once more and encased in a body other than his own
No more arranged dates.
“That was a ‘yes,’ in case it didn’t translate.”
Eddie’s face is flushed and his happy smile is infectious.
“I don’t have the kind of money your usual dates have, but I had this really cute guy way overtip me earlier. Can I buy you dinner, pretty boy?”
It’s the first of many.
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eddie wakes steve up in the morning by holding his face and kissing his nose, sort of bc it's a gentle wake up that doesn't startle or panic steve, but mostly bc he likes the little nose scrunch yawn steve does
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Eddie's head is spinning. He hasn't smoked in days otherwise he would swear he was high as a kite right now. Steve is kissing him and his scent is all around him enveloping him in a haze and Eddie doesn't entirely know what is happening. He fights his way clear to check in, "You want this? With me? This is real?" Steve nuzzles behind Eddie's ear and murmurs, "Yeah, man....of course...it doesn't...it doesn't have mean anything if..."
"Stop" Eddie's voice is somewhere between a whisper and whimper as he pulls back and puts space he doesn't want between them. His eyes burn as tears threaten to form. Fuck, what is he doing? He knows it's stupid. He has yearned to be here in Steve's embrace for so goddamn long and he knows he should just go with it before he loses his chance, but he can't. Almost dying has changed him into a person who can't bear to let important things go unsaid. This is it. This is his moment. No time to roll for initiative or do a charisma check.
Steve is breathing hard, looking lost and Eddie gets momentarily distracted by his beauty, but he has to continue, has to say it before the moment is gone forever. "It does. I'm sorry baby if this is too much, but I want this so much and it does have to mean something." Steve's eyes widen and Eddie forces himself to keep going, nausea roiling in his gut, "For me it would mean everything. Everything. So if that's not what you want, if you're not there then.....it's no. I'm sorry. Just....I can't." Eddie's eyes are pleading for Steve to understand. He hates this. Hates Robin for teaching him about having healthy boundaries. Hates himself for taking it seriously. Hates his stupid messed up heart. He breaks away, looking away from what he imagines is Steve's disdain. Disgust. He almost misses it when Steve huffs out a breath and says, "Okay."
Steve takes Eddie's face in his hands. Lifts his chin and tilts his head so gently. "Okay?" Eddie repeats lost in whatever is happening. Steve strokes his cheeks so gently as he clarifies, "Okay. It's everything for me too." And Eddie isn't even ashamed of the sob that wrenches out from deep in his chest as their mouths crash together and the world melts away.
Found this in my wip folder. I have no idea what it was supposed to be, so I guess it's just this. Enjoy.
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🥹🥹🥹
steve's only active on tiktok when he goes on tour with corroded coffin. he posts one that's of a peaceful looking eddie with his head in steve's lap at the park of whatever city they're in and steve's running is fingers through his hair with the soft version of "here comes the boy, hello boy" and the sparkly filter over it
the cc boys post one later that day with the chaotic version of the audio of eddie almost falling off stage and climbing on shit he's not supposed to and being a general menace backstage
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This is hilarious. I love it
Sleepwalkin'
written for @steddiemicrofic april prompt ‘fool’ wc: 454 | rated: T | cw: implied sexual content | read 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.
"Wait. What?!" Eddie sits up with a crazed grin, suddenly wide awake, "Steve, sweetheart, that's fucking hilarious."
"Yeah, Wayne thought so too," He rolls onto his side to face Eddie," I, on the other hand, am slightly mortified."
"Baby, I'm sorry but that is actually so funny. What did he say when he woke you up?"
"That's the thing! He didn't! So I obviously woke him up when I, y'know crawled into his bed and cuddled up to him-"
"You cuddled him?! Stevie, be careful, that's the most action he's gotten in years, he's gonna fall in love with you!"
"Fuck off," He reaches across to slap Eddie's shoulder, "Anyway, he just left me to sleep! I woke up to him snoring with his arm around me, and I was so fucking confused."
"How long were you there? I woke up earlier and you were gone but I just thought you were in the bathroom or something. Didn’t realise you’d deserted me."
"Probably like half the fucking night. I went back to sleep after I’d woken up because his bed’s comfier than yours. I only came back in because he went to work and I got cold."
"Is a bed warmer all I am to you, Stevie?" Eddie pouted, "I thought you loved me for my wit and charm and dashingly good looks, not because I keep you toasty."
"I love you for many reasons, including how warm you run, but if you don't like it," Steve shrugged, "I guess I'll have to go to Wayne next time I'm cold. I'm sure he'll warm me up."
"Please don't leave me for my Uncle."
"Well, you better give me a good reason to stay then."
"Nobody can go down on you as well as I can."
"Oh really? Might have to let you prove that you’re the best then."
Eddie just smirks as he slides down the bed.
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Wayne’s just gotten home from work when Eddie clears his throat and nudges Steve in the ribs.
"Stevie. Don’t you have something to say to Wayne?"
"Huh? Oh, right," Steve looks at Wayne as sincerely as he can possibly manage right now, "I’m so sorry, Wayne, but we were fools to think it’d work out between us. I’ll never forget our wonderful night together though."
"Well shucks, son, you’re breakin’ my dang heart here but I guess I just gotta move on," Wayne gives Steve a wink, "You know where to find me if you change ya mind."
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WayneAndSteveWayneAndSteve
I maybe started working on something to go with my proposed “what if Steve met Wayne first” scenario.
Disclaimer: I know nothing about plant jobs.
CW: smoking, brief mention of weight loss, but I think that’s it?
No tag list.
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Most of the guys who have been there a while hate training the seasonal workers the plant brings in each summer. But demand goes up, more hands are needed, and some sucker’s got to show them the ropes. More often than not, that sucker is Wayne. He’s got a soft spot for the kids that come through, sees his nephew in each of them, hopes that any job Eddie gets, there’s someone there to take him under their wing.
But the latest new guy to join the second shift crew—Harrington Steve—Wayne’s not too sure about him. He was brought on at the end of the hiring surge, filling the spot of a guy who’d gotten the axe for falling asleep at his station twice in a row, so he’s got Wayne mostly to himself as they run through safety protocols and other job basics. Doesn’t say much, but he pays attention. Watches intently and steps in quickly when Wayne indicates it’s his turn to lift and pull and set. He takes Wayne’s soft corrections and suggestions with a nod, and doesn’t need to be told something more than once. As far as Wayne’s concerned, the kid does a fine job and he’s happy to have him.
The other guys don’t take to him. At all. They respect Wayne enough not to antagonize the kid to his face, but Wayne overhears them in the break room sometimes, talking about his hair and his clothes and the fancy car he refuses to park near anyone else’s in the parking lot, too precious about it getting dinged. It doesn’t help that the kid spends his breaks God knows where. He never eats in the break room, but the couple of times Wayne’s been curious enough to check, he hasn’t seen him sitting in his car either. He’s got no idea where the kid holes up.
Steve also never joins them for a bite at the 24-hour diner they go to at least two to three times a week at shift change. The guys don’t bother inviting him, but Wayne asked a couple of times at the beginning. Hard to catch him, because as soon as the shift’s over, he bolts for the tiny shower room that Wayne didn’t even know the place had until he’d stumbled across Steve leaving it one night. It’s dark and moldy and Wayne wouldn’t be caught dead with his bare ass anywhere near those tiles, but every night Steve ends his shift with a shower—every third night with a shower and a hair wash—then he’s out the door.
One night, a few weeks after Wayne stopped asking about the diner, he decides to try once more. Kid’s been looking too skinny. Not unusual to lose weight when you first start a physical job, but something about how fast he’s losing it doesn’t sit right with Wayne.
He smokes a cigarette at the edge of the parking lot waiting for Steve to emerge from his shower. It’s not a hair washing night, thank God. Kid actually brings a blow dryer in on those nights. The other guys usually book it out too fast to notice, otherwise they’d be ragging on him even more.
Wayne’s about half done with his second cigarette and starting to sweat in the June heat even at 1 am, when the door finally opens and Steve steps out. Illuminated by the single light mounted on the brick wall of the building, he looks tired, drawn. But even as dark as it is where Wayne’s standing, Steve clocks him immediately and tenses, holding the door open as if ready to dart back inside like a spooked animal. Wayne holds a placating hand up.
“It’s just me, kid.” His body immediately sags.
“Oh, hey, Wayne. What are you still doing here?”
He steps out, pulling his own pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He looks inside, grimaces, and slides the pack back in.
“Want one?” Wayne asks, reaching for his own pack, but Steve waves him off.
“Nah, I’m trying to quit. My coworker hates the smell, swears she can smell it on me even when I’m not wearing clothes I smoked in.”
Wayne’s brow furrows. “Ain’t never seen you talking to someone here long enough for all that.”
Steve laughs and it’s not quite bitter. “Yeah, definitely not someone from here. I work at the mall during the day. My coworker Robin likes me about as much as everyone here does, but it’s just the two of us most of the time, so she’s forced to talk to me.”
Steve’s mouth twists as he’s done saying the most Wayne’s ever heard him say. The exhausted heaviness he carries around with him makes a little more sense now, if he’s working two jobs. Wayne takes a final puff of his cigarette and stubs it out.
“I was gonna ask if you wanted to come to the diner with us, but if you’ve gotta get up for work in the morning, I guess you better get home to sleep.”
That laugh, not quite bitter, comes out again. “Home, yeah.”
They fall in step beside each other as they make their way down a row of empty spaces. They reach Wayne’s car first and Steve gives him a stiff nod as he walks on to his car.
“Hey, kid,” Wayne calls after him. Doesn’t know why. Doesn’t know what he’s going to say. But he thinks of the heaviness, the exhaustion that he’s too skinny to carry, the edges of bitterness. And he thinks of Eddie, who looked exactly the same all those years ago when he’d come to live with Wayne. Wayne had wiped all that away from his kid, and it’s the thing he’s most proud of in his life. He’s older now but he thinks he’s got it in him to do that again. Somehow. He’ll figure it out. To Steve, he says, “Take care of yourself, ya hear?”
The light doesn’t reach far enough for Wayne to see the expression Steve makes as he replies, “I always do.”
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This will likely be updated about as often as the sad steddie scenario is, so, terribly sorry about that 🫣😬 but I hope you like the beginning all the same! Reblogs/tag comments appreciated! Thank you for reading!
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ITS ACE DAY BITCHES! AND THIS IS WHAT I LIKE TO SEE 💜🖤🩶🤍💜🖤🩶🤍
thinking about ace/demi Eddie being terrified to be with Steve. Like he sees the way Steve looks at him. Knows how he feels about Steve. Can't believe Steve might feel the same. So he tries to keep things friendly, backs off on the flirting.
But one day Steve actually asks him out. Like on a fucking actual real date. And Eddie wants to say yes. His whole being shaking with want. But he can't speak. Just shakes his head. And Steve backtracks, is all,
"oh. Yeah. No. That's- that's okay. Sorry if i- did i read this wrong? I thought-" and he looks so confused, sad eyes on Eddie, his hands fidgeting together in front of him. And Eddie can't fucking take it. He's like,
"You didn't read it wrong. I just... i can't... give you what you want. I don't like sex. Or like... i dont want it? Or might want it later, but not right now? I don't know. It's confusing. And hard to explain. I just-" he cuts off, his breath shaking in his chest and Steve's just looking at him, his face open and he's just listening, nods a little, encouraging Eddie to keep going. Eddie sighs, drops his head into his hands and mumbles.
"I just want you to be happy Steve. And i know you like sex. I'm sure its great. For you. But i don't... i don't care about it. I don't need it or really want it? I just... i like you so much Steve. And I'd genuinely love nothing more than to go out with you. And- and be with you. But just... not like that. At least not... not for awhile. Maybe not...ever." and Eddie's crying softly now, wipes at his face and looks up at Steve and see him looking back with the softest fucking look. He looks so fucking fond, and now Eddie's confused. His brow furrowed. And Steve scoots closer, reaches for Eddie's face and just cradles it and says,
"I just wanna be with you too Eddie. I don't need sex. That's not- i mean it's nice, really nice, sometimes. But i think... maybe it'd be nice to be with someone and not have it be about that? Is that- is that okay?" Steve moves his thumbs ovwr Eddie's cheeks, wiping the tears away.
"Steve. I might never want it. That's- that's a lot to ask i can't-"
"You're not asking. I'm offering." Steve licks his lips, takes a deep breath.
"I don't wanna be with you for sex. I like you Eddie. You're ridiculous, and smart, and kind, and so fucking weird. And you make me smile. You make me happy." Steve shrugs,
"That's why i wanna be with you. Cuz i like you. And i think you like me. So I'd like- I'd like to try. If you want?" His hand is on Eddie's thigh now. Eddie's heart is pounding. And Steve's still looking at him with that soft look. Eddie nods.
"Okay. Yeah. I wanna try. I want to." Eddie lays his hand over Steve's, he's shaking. Steve smiles at him, soft and sweet.
"Is kissing okay Eds? Cuz i really wanna kiss you right now." His smile grows as he talks, he looks giddy now, smiling like he can't help it. Eddie bites his lip, teeth digging into the bottom one as he smiles around them. He nods again.
"Yeah. Yeah kissing's okay." Eddie's says, breathless. Steve nods, his smile fading as he leans closer, his eyes on Eddie's mouth. Eddie closes his eyes when Steve's nose brushes his cheek, lets Steve lead.
It's just a soft press of lips, and then another. And then one more as Steve tilts his head the other way and slots their lips back together. His fingers curling into the hair at the nape of Eddie neck, not pulling, just resting there, holding Eddie close, like he's something precious. Like he's worth waiting for. Like he's happy just to have him, however he can.
Eddie smiles into the kiss. Feels Steve smile too, their teeth clicking as Steve keeps kissing him through their smiles, and eventual laughter. Steve kisses over his cheeks, and his nose, and his eyes, kisses all over his face until Eddie's laughing into his shoulder and Steve just holds him, laughing too, his hands moving over Eddie's back softly, holding him close as they settle together on the couch.
"I just want you, Eddie. Just you." Steve whispers, kisses Eddie's shoulder before Eddie pulls back and looks at him, tears in his eyes again.
"I want you too." Eddie shrugs, sniffles, wipes his face with the back of his hand. Steve smiles, bright and sweet, and tackles Eddie back onto the couch, settling on top of him and kissing him again and again and again.
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Absolute Dilf of a single dad, Steve Harrington, struggling with the fact that his teenage daughter has just decided that she's vegan.
Steve's coworker (vegan twink) Eddie, already absolutely enamoured with Steve, falls even more in love when Steve starts writing down whatever Eddie's made for lunch that day, so he can see if his daughter might like it.
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Oh beautiful Steddielations. How you write such enticing excerpts that make me hunger for more
After Eddie's music takes off in a big way, he decides to have a show in Hawkins because it’s still his hometown where he grew up, despite his awful reputation there. It's controversial, the town still hates him and he gets a bottle thrown at his head. So of course, Eddie does the rockstar thing and plays with blood dripping down his face and chest and all over his shirt.
Meanwhile in the crowd, Steve, father of two that never left Hawkins, came to Eddie’s show because he knew it would be a spectacle that he didn’t want to miss. Now, not only are his dad instincts going off to check Eddie's head injury, but he thinks he's having some kinda awakening because a guy covered in blood playing guitar shouldn't be so hot
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Everyone is stoned. Just. So stoned. Eddie brought over the good stuff. The TV's been stuck on static for like, forty minutes, but no one can be bothered to move.
"You shut up Steven, you've practically dated everyone in the room."
"Robs. Robs. We never. Not even prac-ti-cly."
"Yeap, yeap, you asked me-"
Steve huffs, "we were drugged and in a bathroom, and doesn't count. Said no."
"But I nearly said yes. So you've nearly dated everyone," Robin tells him confidently.
Steve's vaguely aware of either Nancy or Eddie making a noise at that revelation, but he's not looking at where they're lying on the floor, so he doesn't know which of them it was.
And for a split second, Steve's back there. Drugged, confused, sitting in a bathroom and absolutely certain that he's in love with Robin, "you never told me that."
She shrugs, she shrugs like it's nothing, like she hasn't just turned Steve upside down a little bit, "I only figured it for a second, but I thought, if there was someone I could...fake it with. It would be you."
And there's just so many things she's not saying there. That don't need to be said. About the world and why she would consider that. Too many things for Steve to process. And Steve's crying, he doesn't even know why really, just big feelings that he can't define. A life they nearly had that would have been a lie, but still a forever with Robin. He's got a lapful of Rob now, and he holds her so tight, so so tight. And he knows Eddie is there, rubbing his back, and Nancy is doing the same for Robin.
And he kind of thinks that things do just work out.
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this made me throw my phone what the fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!
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“Steve,” Eddie mutters, “Stop it, you’re staring.”
Steve is staring, eyes fixed on a family sitting in a cluster of seats two rows ahead of them on the commuter rail — a mom and dad with three kids, the oldest no older than ten, the youngest four or five. They’re not too much older than Steve and Eddie’s own kids (who are seven, five, and two), and by the looks of the princess dresses and mouse ears and branded souvenir bags they’re also on their way home from the afternoon Disney on Ice show at the TD Garden.
“That mom,” Steve says, addressing Eddie even though his gaze doesn’t shift away from the unsuspecting targets of his relentless judginess, “is upset because her kids are whining and misbehaving, but they asked for food and she said no, and they said they were bored and she ignored them.”
In Steve’s defense (not that Eddie would actually say any of this to him; he doesn’t need the egging on), his assessment isn’t exactly incorrect. All three of those kids are either colossally melting down or just on the verge of doing so, and both of their parents are mostly ignoring them.
“God, and they’re gonna grow up learning they can’t rely on their parents for help,” Steve continues, “I just...I just don’t get why we had to go through all those evals and interviews and home visits and shit before we were deemed suitable parents when any idiot straight couple can just have a kid with no regulation whatsoever.”
“Steve,” Eddie says through gritted teeth as he glances at their own daughters to make sure they aren’t eavesdropping (they’re not – Moe and Robbie are sitting by the window and playing with the toys they’d gotten to pick out during intermission, and Hazel is halfway to asleep in Steve’s lap), “My love — little pitchers.”
Steve only shrugs, but he does drop the subject for the rest of the train ride.
The universe must hate Eddie (or love Steve) because that family gets off at the same station as them. Hazel is completely sacked out by then, and Steve had taken her while Eddie manned the older two and they’re busy running ahead of him to the car so there’s literally nothing he can do when Steve detours away from them to follow a few yards behind the other family.
When he finally makes his way back over to them, it’s with a gleeful grin on his face.
“I knew it.” Steve says with a gleeful grin, “I knew they had to be shitty parents.”
Eddie eyebrows flew up, because – seriously, the fucking audacity on this guy.
“You know what I always say – you can either be a good parent or have a clean car, and that car was fucking spotless.”
“Steve Harrington.”
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I’m gonna be really confused when Season 5 releases and Eddie and Steve aren’t a couple.
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