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saffronimagines · 1 year

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Can I request an Eddie x reader? They are best friends and the reader goes to a Halloween party in a skimpy costume. Eddie is crushing on her and gets jealous when she is hanging with Steve. Lots of Angst and smutty if you’d like. thank you!

HALLOWEEN

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

I DON'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO USE/STEAL MY WORK

Summary: Eddie munson has been crushing on his best friend for years. he finally decides to do something about it once he sees you with Steve the hair Harrington.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (m) Jealous!Eddie. hair pulling. spit? love confession. Angst. mentions of wet dreams.

request: Yes/no

Word count: 700+

NOT PROOFREAD (I'm so tired)

Halloween was a very popular event in Hawkins. everyone gets to do something they enjoy, egg houses. eat candy and of course, go to Steve Harrington's party. a bunch of wasted horny teens would gather inside and fool around. Eddie has wished every single year since he was sixteen to be doing those things with you.

Little did he know, you wanted to do them with him as well, and you'd finally decided to do something about it. you put on a skimpy nurse outfit that barely covered your ass.

and when you walked in he knew he was done for. his pants tightening around his dick. he watched you chat it up with Steve and Nancy, instantly cringing when Steve flung an arm over your shoulder. he didn't deserve you, he wasn't that dumb.

the whole night he stared at you until the party was over actually, hours it was. when you finally saw him "why didn't you come to see me?" was the first thing you asked. "I was busy" he replied, you laughed and shook your head. "you were busy? standing here alone" Shit. you saw him standing alone staring at you?

"anyways...wanna get out of here?" Your voice sounded soft, he was sure you were drunk. "back to my trailer?" he felt your hand grab his, walking to the van.

the drive home, Eddie was only thinking about the fact you might be in a relationship with Steve. it made him want to cry. he pushed those feelings aside when you placed his hand on your thigh, the gesture was purely innocent but it made his mind wander.

now, Eddie's on his bed. Eddie smoked a joint while you sat on the floor trying to look for a lost earring from a few days ago. "yeah then Steve..." he drowned out your conversation about Steve.

you then realized he wasn't listening "what is your problem!" Eddie was mad, an unusual sight. you climbed on his bed "Eddie?" he still wouldn't look at you.

"Eddie!" you moved his face with your palms making him look at you. "you're being weird" glassy eyes looked into yours. "are you with Steve?" he decided to rip off the band-aid. "what of course not, his still head over heels for Nancy" you explained, smiling and shaking your head. relief swallowed him.

"Why?" you asked. "because I think I'm in love with you" your eyes widened, mouth agape. he gulped loudly, "oh" you breathed out. "I'm sorry I have no clue why I said that--" your lips eased onto yours, and after a minute you pulled away out of breath.

eyes staring into each other, he glances at your lips then leaned back in. kissing you again and easing you into his lap, this kiss heated and lustful. ranking your hands through his hair, a bruising grip on your hips.

moving onto the floor. you looked up at him, his eyes blown. lips were swollen, palm moving over the tent in his jeans. "fuck...I've had a boner since you walked into the house" his hands gripped your scalp. undoing his belt, then pulling down his pants. you kitten locked the base, all the way to the tip.

"Such a slut, on her knees for me" taking him into your mouth, fully taking him down your throat gratefully, his moans only encouraging you to take him further and faster. "shit im...gonna cum sweetheart"

"cum in my mouth" you muttered through breaths. "mhm, okay as you wish" and within a minute, his salty substance slid down your throat. you looked back at him, watching him look at you in love.

"I'm so glad you are not with Harrington" he laughed.

written by Saffy

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie my beloved

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breakthechainx · 2 years

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𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗 & 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 // 𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕥. 𝟚

Summary: Moving to Hawkins wasn’t your ideal plan for your senior year of high school, but upon arrival you make some new friends and a relationship you believe may work out, or so you think. Through all of this, you slowly begin to meet the “town freak”, Eddie Munson, and try your best to build a relationship with him, but some obstacles may hold you back. Will true love prevail? (alternate reality)

Warnings: 18+ abusive partner, swearing, sexual mentions, family abuse, interaction between y/n and billy, angst

part 1

Hawkins, 1985;

Three months had slowly gone by after your arrival to Hawkins High, slowly allowing you to blend in with the other students, make new friends and of course… get a boyfriend. Now you might be thinking, “who could you have possibly met within those short few months and fallen in love with?” and to both your surprise and mine, it’s none other than Billy Hargrove. That first interaction at the party Nancy invited you to a while back led one thing to another, and here you are, in a relationship with the most notable guy at Hawkins.

The first few weeks of your relationship went great, with him always taking you out and inviting you over to his house, or you sneaking him over when your father was out working the night shift. You met his stepsister, Max, who you seemed to get along with, despite Billy’s dispute and bitterness towards her.

While with him, he allowed you to explore yourself and take risks, pulling you out of your comfort zone slowly but surely. He introduced you to his friends, allowing you to meet a new batch of students at school. And of course… the sex was a major part of your relationship. Every interaction you two had resorted to sex, but you didn’t mind. You’re young, you’re supposed to take risks and make life exciting, and it was exciting; for the time being at least.

But after being with Billy for a few short months, you got to see the real, authentic side of him; a side you didn’t like. You knew he had a short temper, but you never knew it could be set off like the flip of a switch. He was irritable most days, snarky when he spoke, and took absolutely no back talk. And when you did have something to say, it would usually result in a hand-print size red mark on the side of your cheek, and an occasional bruise or two.

Nancy tried to warn you about him, stating how he was known for his outburst and chaotic behavior, but you pushed it aside. You liked him, and deep down you thought he liked you. But when the outburst got worse and more frequent, you started to think maybe Nancy was right.

You got better at covering up the scratches and bruises with makeup, even though you had prior experience at that from your father. You became a convincing liar, whether it be about why you were late for class or missed lunch with Nancy and Robin. Baggy clothing became your newest best friend and keeping your head down was key to your everyday routine.

As you made your way into the lunchroom, arriving on time for once, you found yourself trudging over to sit beside Robin, right in the middle of whatever conversation her and Nancy were having. They both halted the discussion they were having, looking right at you as you dug into your lunch, oblivious that their eyes were on you. When Robin cleared her throat, you looked up, exchanging glances at both of them with furrowed brows.

“Where have you been all week?’ Nancy blurted out, breaking the awkward silence.

“I’ve just been really busy with school work…” You said in between bites of your mediocre lunch, eyes diverted from hers.

“Mhm,” Nancy mumbled, an eyebrow raised. Robin looked over at you, studying you a bit, which made you tense up. She hasn’t noticed the bruise on your cheek, has she? You covered it so well this morning, you thought.

“What are you doing tonight? I think me, Steve and Nance are gonna go see that new Nightmare on Elm Street 2 movie, you wanna come?” Robin insisted, a smile forming on her lips.

You hesitated at first, remembering Billy would most likely require you to come over like usual. “I can’t, I’m busy tonight.” You stated, watching as the smile faded from Robin's lips. Nancy’s eyes were still locked on you, knowing you were full of it.

”Maybe next week?” you vowed, hoping they would be satisfied with the response.

Honestly, you were too tired to argue, but luckily Robin spoke first. “Yeah, totally. Steve will probably demolish the popcorn by the time the trailers are over anyways. Next time.” She smiled, going back to her lunch.

With an unnoticeable sigh of relief, you finished the remainder of your lunch and pushed yourself up from the table, “Well, I have some work to catch up on before the weekend, book report isn’t gonna complete itself, is it?” You said, mustering up a fake laugh.

You said your goodbyes, waving to the girls before attempting to make your way out of the cafeteria. You kept your head low as you arrived closer to the door, however, a familiar voice caught your attention, “Hey there,” you turned around to see a familiar face with that same long, brown hair from the party a few months ago. A toothy grin appeared on his lips as he continued, “Seems we have a track record of running into one another, don’t we?”

You scoffed out a laugh, shaking your head in agreement, “It sure does,”

He laughed lightly, placing a nervous hand behind his head before abruptly speaking, “Look, I just wanted to formally apologize for that night at the party, I’m not the most steady on my feet after a few beers.” He joked, his eyes never leaving yours.

You finally released an authentic laugh, “It’s okay, I can’t say I’m too steady myself…” you agreed, “Also, sorry about Billy, he can be a bit…”

“Don’t worry about it,” he cut you off with the shake of his hand, “Not the first time I’ve been called a freak before.”

You averted your gaze, an awkward silence filled the air. But, before you could respond, he held out a hand, tattoos scattered over his forearm and silver rings glistening on his fingers, “I’m Eddie, by the way.”

A blushing smile made its way to your face uncontrollably, and you shook his hand in responses, “I’m y/n.”

He leaned down with a charming bow in a theatrical manner, “Well, it’s nice to meet you, m’lady. I hope I see you around here more often… if that's okay with your boy-” he lingered off, a gleam in his eye as he finally released your hand.

You giggled, taking in his dramatic movements, “I think I would like that very much…” you insisted.

He beamed, satisfied with the answer, “Well, y/n, I look forward to running into you yet again.” He winked, “It was nice to formally meet you.”

You shook your head with a cheeky smile, “It was nice to meet you as well, Eddie.” with that, you turned away and headed out the door, making your way to the parking lot. As you slowly started to make your way to your car, you noticed Billy leaning against the hood, a cigarette poking out his lips. You gulped nervously upon seeing him, never knowing what type of mood he may be in. When you approached, he never even looked your way as he drew another puff of his smoke.

“Hi, babe…” you said, piercing your lips as you made your way to his side, wrapping your arms tightly around your chest. He threw the cigarette on the ground, smashing it with his boot before speaking the words that made a pit form in your stomach.

“Why were you talking to that freak in the cafeteria?”

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author notes: awaited part two! not as tw as i thought it would be this chapter, but just wanted to put some warnings in case. hope you all enjoy! (:

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wh0lemilk0vich · 2 years

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finally i’m in the mood and i need for you guys to consider this!! 🪱

eddie is super pale right? and hairless. so his belly is super creamy almost like a marshmallow right

just thinking about steve leaving red lovebites and hickeys covering his pale, silky smooth, milky chub in pink marks. maybe claiming him.. steve’s teeth sinking into his belly sucking

OH what if eddie comes into family video to give the guys a hand, and he’s bending over to stock some tapes and robin sees the red marks lining his stomach peeking underneath his shirt. robins like …. hm…. suspicious… so eddie’s just like oh OH it’s just um. oh my pants got too small!! haha yeah. just um. a bit tight i guess.. must’ve gained some weight. eaten too much, steve’s just taking such good care of me! haha…

the brat fucking knows he’s gained weight but he’s just bought new jeans and he knows where those red marks are from. and they’re not from jeans

and steve in the back whips around because ??? eddie saying that loud should not turn him on as much as it does, and the fact that robin can see his marks, yet eddie is denying it? steve is gonna have to mark him up more, show everyone just how he belongs to him. he is going to feed him up and he is gonna mark him up. he’s gonna make those jeans too tight, teach eddie a lesson for lying.

i hope the idea i’m trying to get across gets there ?? 🪱

Oh my God it absolutely does, wormie!!

You're so right that Eddie would mark up very easily (i apparently have a think for pale pasty boys, because now I want this for Mickey too) and, like, imagine an unrestrained Stevie going absolutely feral on Eddie's tits like while he's sitting in Steve's lap.

Like, he'd want to suck them so bad because they're just so big and juicy and when he does Eddie's nips get so pretty and puffy and look redder, and he knows when Eddie gets his shirt back on he moans when he gets little shocks from the fabric dragging along his sensitive nipples.

And of course he squeezes his arms around Eddie's trunk and it just gives him the most amazing cleavage for Steve to bury his face in and motorboat (he fantasizes about his head being completely surrounded by Eddie's tits and it makes him twitch underneath him), and suck so many bruising hickies up his decolletage and on his neck.

And when he lays Eddie down to take care of him, because, yes, Eddie may call Steve his prince/princess, but Steve is just as capable of letting a food drunk/actually drunk/high Eddie be his "little" pillow prince. He gets into a kneeling position where he has Edd's big soft thighs hooked over his own, legs spread around Steve's waist, so that he has full access to Eddie's fat cock nestled in a thatch of soft hair, slowly being consumed by an angel soft pad of fat, below the thick wide blubbery roll of underbelly that tapers up just slightly as his round belly slopes down to those milky twin mounds.

But when he has Eddie in this position, he can give him the best most excruciatingly teasing torturously edging hand jobs, equal parts praising and teasing. He leans down to lick fat stripes up his belly, kissing open-mouthed and wet, marking, biting sucking angry, bruising red purple marks into all his softest places. Usually while they're doing this, Steve is using a free hand to feed Eddie treats.

And so Eddie comes in to Family Video as usual to pick out something he'll watch with Steve and he's in his tight shirt with the scoop neck he cut into it, his tight jeans that are worn low under his belly and like staying up over his dump truck ass by the grace of God and just sheer tension of having so much boy stuffed into them.

Just normal interactions with Robin greeting her while Steve is stocking things. At first she notices a hickey high on Eddie's neck and just thinks 'jesus, could Steve act anymore like straight out of a John Hughes movie?'

But then Eddie's reaching up for something high and his shirt rides up revealing his belly and she sees the bite marks and purple red splotches peppering that thick lower lip of his gut and her 'this is a sex thing' alarms start going off. But when Eddie leans over the counter to BS with her and and she sees the marks on his tits down his shirt, she gets so smug and starts talking loudly.

"Still looking for a movie, Munson? You should try Fright Night. Vampire horror flick. Feel like you and Harrington might get a kick out of it."

"Oh, is that right?"

"Yeah," she looks pointedly down at his chest and maybe his belly is resting on the counter and she can see again "Looks like you had your own tussle with a blood sucker, or you know some other kind of sucker."

Steve feels his neck bristle and he like breaks out in a cold sweat.

So Eddie, purposefully obtuse, "Oh yeah the stretch marks, guess I've been hitting the food pretty hard. Tough not to with Stevie around. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was trying to fatten me up, or something."

And suddenly Robin catches on, looking straight at Steve who looks like a deer in the headlights, "Oh, is that so?"

And Eddie is looking at Steve from over Robin's shoulder giving him one of those devil horn, tongue out grins and Steve is so fucking bashful he just chuckles it off stammering something until Robin tunes back around to ring Eddie out. Meanwhile Steve is fixing Eddie with a playful glare, smiling, and mounting 'just you wait, Munson.'

He'll wipe that grin right of Eddie's face, by stuffing him until pops that hair tie struggling to keep his jeans together.

😈😈😈

#chubby eddie munson #chaser steve harrington #steddie #🪱 anon

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rinneylover12 · 18 days

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Hellfire

It was Tuesday, Eddie was getting ready for school, and it was hellfire. The day went on by Eddie waking up, although his bruised face he felt pretty powerful today. He grabbed his tapes, and grabbed "bad attitude shuffle" by Cinderella and played it in his radio and began dancing slightly while picking out an outfit. He had grabbed a black crop top, and some jeans, black jeans with a cool design. When Eddie took off his shirt, there was a sound of a CLICK! Eddie had turnt around and there was nothing, he just thought it was from his tape so he kept dressing. He had pulled on his crop top, his favorite part started playing "And it's my life that I'm livin' wouldn't want to be no one else so if you don't like it I dot it ya better keep it to yourself" Eddie was moving around, his crop top raising up even more, another click, Eddie ignored it. After Eddie as done he had grabbed his jacket and walked out the door after hugging his uncle and leaving.

(Eddie's outfit)

Steve had woken up by falling out his bed, his hair everywhere, and his face all shoved into the covers that had fell. He had woke up groaning, and starving so he was gonna grab a bagel when he was there. Steve had gotten dressed in something usual, like some jeans and a green sweater. Steve had put hairspray in his hair before he brushed his teeth and headed out. Once he got there, his friends weren't here? They probably ditched and didn't tell him again. He walked in, seeing Eddie. Steve was just about to eat his bagel until he noticed Eddie was wearing a crop top, so he stared at Eddie's waist while he got his books. Steve was like a few lockers down Eddie. Eddie caught him staring, so Eddie had gave Steve a dorky smile "take a picture, it'll last longer, big boy." Then Eddie walked away to his next class. Steve had followed behind, then he sat behind Eddie, like usual. As Steve saw Eddie out on his Walkman, Steve saw his hair touching the chair so Steve grabbed it, and secretly began to curl it in his fingers. Steve's mouth was gaped open, intrigued in how Eddie got his hair this long, of course he didn't wish he had Eddie's hair because Steve had the best hair... another reason why he was king Steve. Eddie felt what was going on so he turnt around

Once Eddie got to school, he did his sismo routine and grabbed his books, before seeing a pair of eyes pouring into his face, so he turnt around. He realized it was Steve so he gave him a dorky smile "take a picture, it'll last longer, but boy." Eddie shrieks before he has went into class. Once Eddie sat down he grabbed his mixtape, and played it in his Walkman. After a few minutes he felt someone messing with his hair, so he turnt around "Steve, wouldn't think you'd be the man to mess with my hair. Don't be shy you can play with more." Eddie just liked the feeling of someone okaying with his hair, it was relaxing. Steve resisted before he grabbed a handful of hair and literally began braiding it, his fingertips messaging slightly against Eddie's scalp, making Eddie's head fall down a bit whine making a small grunt, of relief. After a few minutes Eddie fell asleep to Steve messing with Eddie's hair. After class was over, Eddie went over to the lockers and laid his head in it "come on Eddie, pull it together. Steve, Steve is your enemy do not be nice to him." He muttered to himself. Steve had came up behind "seems like you don't care, as long as I play with your hair you wouldn't care." Steve smiled, quickly rubbing his fingertips into Eddie's hair and along his scalp. Eddie literally moaned and Steve stopped "that was interesting" Steve said before walking away and Eddie groaned and grabbed his binder for his hellfire and walked to the gym to draw and write a few things.

It was finally hellfire, he had sat down and gave everyone a devilish look "so boys. You know the story of... vecna?" As the game went on, Eddie because more competitive, he always won. After a few hours, they had finished up, no one was in the school so they were just traveling the halls, banging on the lockers. Eddie was too busy banging on lockers, he didn't see his face was gonna smush into Steve's chest. His eyes widened as he stayed there, his face going red "shit. Why are you still at school?" Eddie said as he moved his head slowly "I was- uh nothing." Steve stumbled on his words "a-anyway! I've gotta get home- my uncle busy be worried sick" Eddie grabbed his bag and ran home, accidentally dropping his hellfire binder.

Steve's reason was because he was snooping and watching Eddie and his bands play. He laughed as he saw flustered Eddie run, until he realized he dropped his binder, he picked it up "hey! Ed-" he sighed, he should definitely come up with a shorter name "I should start calling him Ed's. Eddie's enough time to run away." Steve sighed as he shoved Eddie's binder in his backpack.

#Spotify

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loveforpreserumsteve · 4 years

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Begin Again (Mortician!Steve and Baker!Bucky Modern “Moving On” AU)

Nine:

"So," Eddie started, carrying the large brown paper bag of cupcakes and the specially made peanut butter and pumpkin cupcakes garnished with a tiny dog bone called, pupcakes.

Wishing he had brought some wipes with him since Birdie's light brown face was covered in purple frosting from the Cupcake of the Day. It probably wasn't his smartest decision as the frosting was also smeared over the front of her pastel tie-dye shirt and yellow overalls. The shirt probably wouldn't be an issue, but the overalls: yikes on trikes, Steve wasn't going to hear the end of giving Birdie cupcakes before dinner and ruining --

"He was nice," Eddie continued when Steve didn't say anything.

Steve, simply being too preoccupied with cleaning his niece up before handing her over to her parents, didn't quite get where Eddie was going with this. That, however, caught Steve's attention. Stopping his attempt at using a napkin damp from his saliva to wipe the stain off of Birdie's face, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Eddie. Agreeing, "Yes, he was."

Biting back his grin, Eddie swung the bag a bit as he prompted, "Attractive, too."

Rolling his eyes, Steve sighed in his ever-lasting exasperation concerning this particular subject. It was something that Steve loathed the most about being a 28 year old single man. Actually being single, Steve could handle. Being set up with friends of friends on blind dates, Steve couldn't help but get prickly at. Over the many times this conversation had been brought up over the years, he had come to expect it from Cliff, who only wanted Steve to be as happy as he was in his own marriage. To expect it from Nat, who just wanted the best for her best friend and eventual maid of honor. But to have it from Eddie now, too?

Switching Birdie to his other hip, to physically place her between himself and his kid brother, Steve said, "I'm not having this conversation with you."

"Why not?" Eddie scoffed. His brows furrowing as he claimed, "You talk about this stuff with Cliff."

"That's different," Steve argued, focusing on wiping the frosting that dyed Birdie's skin. Trying not to focus on his annoyance and the sneaky sense of betrayal -- which, admittedly, was ridiculous -- Steve gruffed, "It's different with you."

"Why's it different?" Eddie softly asked.

It took Steve a moment to realize that Eddie had stopped walking, and another moment for him to turn around. Backtracking, Steve shifted Birdie again. No longer caring about the four year old getting any frosting on his own t-shirt, Steve set all of his attention on Eddie.

Trying to mend his younger brother's bruised ego, Steve wrapped his arm around Eddie's narrow shoulders. Pulling him close, Steve started guiding them towards the funeral home. Sure, Eddie knew that Steve loved him. Just like he knew that Cliff loved him. But Steve was always worried about Eddie feeling left out. It had always been apparent that Steve and Cliff had a different kind of bond. With Steve and Cliff, they had grown up thick as thieves since they were only two years apart. By the time that Eddie had come along, Cliff was in high school and Steve wasn't far behind.

"You wanna know why I can't talk to you about this?" Steve questioned.

Eddie nodded and lightly mocked, "That's kinda why I asked."

Steve smirked and playfully tightened his grip on Eddie. Being entirely honest with his younger brother, Steve told him, "It's because I can't lie to you."

Now it was Eddie's turn to suspiciously study his brother. Silently mulling it over for a moment before he finally conceded, "That's still no reason. I tell you about Daisy."

"You do," Steve agreed, nodding.

"You haven't dated in so long," Eddie looked up at Steve speculatively, "Don't you want to be with someone?"

Conflicted, Steve stayed silent for a moment. It was a question that Steve thought about more times than he'd care to admit. Did Steve want to find someone? As his mind started leading him down the rabbit hole of memories from his time with Brock, he wasn't sure. It had taken two years after that awful last day together to discover that their relationship wasn't exactly healthy. It had taken another year to admit -- to himself -- that it was abusive. And a full six months after that to realize Brock leaving him at the alter was the best thing to happen to him.

"Eddie," Steve paused outside of the funeral home. Remembering his high school days where he thought that he'd finally be happy if he was lucky enough to be in a relationship. Remembering how wrong he had been once he had started dating Jasper Sitwell and was still unhappy, Steve questioned, "You know that you don't have to be with someone to be happy, right?"

Eddie's brows furrowed and he asked, "Are you happy?"

As Steve thought, his own brows furrowed. If Steve was being completely honest with himself, he hadn't taken a lot of time to think about his own happiness. Too busy trying to keep busy, so he wouldn't have to think about it. Steve could think of particular days where he was happy. The birth of Birdie. Getting his mortuary license. The essay Eddie wrote in the fifth grade proclaiming Steve to be his role model. Sarah and Joe celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary. Becoming friends with Sam. Introducing Sam and Nat. Celebrating their engagement. Adopting his Weimaraner, Vinnie.

"Uncle Steve's happy," Birdie answered for him, flashing a wide grin and placing her hands on either side of Steve's face. Getting frosting in his beard as she seriously asked, "Are you?"

Removing one hand from his beard, Steve kissed her tiny hand and reassured, "Of course, sweetheart."

Birdie smiled at Steve, tugging at his heart strings while leaning in and pressing a sticky kiss to his pale cheek. When she pulled back, she noticed that the Rogers' Garden: Flower Shop purple company van parked in the driveway. Kicking at Steve's sides again, she wiggled until Steve finally set her down on the ground.

On only half-steady legs, Birdie took off for the house. Steve just shook his head as he fondly watched her race up the porch steps and was greeted by Julie. Birdie getting her light brown complexion and enviously silky black hair from Julie and her Thai heritage, while the only thing she got from Cliff was his height. Well, that and the way that she was able to cure all loneliness with an all-encompassing hug.

"I'm glad you're happy," Eddie sincerely said, smiling up at Steve, heading towards the house.

Steve nodded, grinning, "Me too." And the truth was, he was happy. In that moment, at least.

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