Steddie Week 2023
May 27th Prompt: True
Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 7
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“True.”
It’s something they had started a while ago, when Eddie had first awakened in the hospital after an unsure week. He hadn’t remembered much, what he did remember was jumbled around, and half the time the only parts he could voice were random phrases.
Steve had begun answering in one of two words: true or false. Eddie’s face told him if he wanted clarification, but for the most part he was content with just knowing what was true.
Now, it had settled into their daily vernacular. Sometimes it’s something silly, sometimes it’s something a bit heavier.
But always, always, they tell each other the truth.
“Grape’s better than cherry,” Steve says, grinning, teasing, holding up his drink.
Eddie makes a face. “False.”
Steve laughs, takes a swig. No matter what Eddie says, they both have both flavors in their fridges, and Steve doesn’t see that changing anytime soon.
“You hate Hawkins,” he says suddenly.
Eddie looks steadily at him. “True,” he says quietly.
“You want to leave.”
Eddie closes his eyes. “True.” He takes a breath. “You’re staying. For the kids.”
I’d come if you asked, Steve thinks, but says, “True.”
“You won’t miss me.”
Steve locks eyes with Eddie. “False,” he says, choking on the sincerity.
Eddie’s eyebrows furrow. He jokes weakly, “You’re trying to make this harder for me.”
Steve can’t joke, doesn’t answer, just looks away and takes another drink. Hopes it’ll stave off the tears in his eyes. “I should go,” he finally says. “It’s getting late, I’ve got a shift-”
“False,” Eddie interrupts, hand latching on to Steve’s wrist. “Robin was complaining today about having to open tomorrow. Steve?”
Steve doesn’t look at him. Can’t. “What do you want me to say? That I don’t want you to go? That I’d never stop you from leaving? That I’d follow if you asked?”
“And what am I supposed to do?” Eddie whispers back. “Because you know I’d never tear you from the kids. You know the town hates me. You know leaving you, leaving the kids, is gonna tear me apart. But the town might literally tear me apart if I don’t leave.”
“We’re doomed,” Steve says softly.
“True,” Eddie says sadly, tugs gently on Steve’s wrist. “But maybe not tonight.”
Steve looks at Eddie. Smiles through his tears. “True,” he agrees, and lets himself lean in. Lets himself have what he never dreamed he could, if only for a night.
The next morning, Eddie smiles at Steve. “Fuck the town,” he says quietly. “Ask me to stay.”
Steve’s eyes light up with barely-repressed hope. “You’ll stay? For me?”
“True,” Eddie whispers, and leans in.
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I was wondering-- do you have any stories with butches in them by chance?
I wanted Rivka to be read more butch. She works out, doesn’t dress girly, and generally her vibe is intended to be more butch.
I also think Morgan from the witch comic falls somewhat into butch- wears waistcoats and bow ties, sideshave, not really girly at all.
I haven’t really done a lot with extremes of butch or femme cause I like the Just Some Gay vibe a lot. I might consider a more traditionally butch character in the future, it would depend on the story.
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