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hairmetal666 · 5 months

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Eddie's a mechanic, has a shop in Indy. It's only got two bays, but he owns it, he saved up the money, it's his. He runs it with Wayne, is building up a customer base. He loves it.

Within the year, a bakery opens up next door, separated from Eddie's shop by a narrow alley. He has a perfect view into the bakery's kitchen from the shop's office, and almost immediately catches a glimpse of the drop-dead gorgeous guy behind the mixing bowl. He's got sun-golden skin, swoopy brown hair, wide puppy dog eyes, the poutiest mouth, and a face dotted with freckles. Eddie gapes at him for a solid two-minutes, salivating over the bunch and pull of his muscles as he kneads a ball of dough. A wet dream come true.

Eddie's always sneaking glances at the shop next door, can't seem to keep his gaze off the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Over the next few months, he becomes familiar with this herd of kids that hang around the bakery at all hours. There's one, curly-haired and mouthy, who often makes the baker frown with his hands on his hips, but as soon as the boy walks away, the baker smiles all wide and fond.

It's a silly crush, no big deal. He has a weakness for brown-eyed pretty boys, so what? It's not like he's going to do anything crazy, like make a move.

It's past midnight, a few months after the bakery opens, and Eddie's in his little office, doing the monthly accounting. He's exhausted, tired of calculators and numbers, when a flash of light catches at the corner of his eye. He blinks a few times, sure it's the exhaustion setting in, but it doesn't go away.

Instead, there's a light on over at the bakery. It's a kitchen light, and the baker is standing at the stainless steel counter, looking unlike Eddie's ever seen. His hair is a soft wave, swooping onto his forehead. He wears grey sweatpants and a yellow sweatshirt. Tonight, his movements are less precise and practiced; he's slow and contemplative as he gathers ingredients and mixing bowls.

It's been long enough Eddie should look away, but he forgets that it isn't a dream, that he's actually watching the baker roll up his sleeves as he whisks. It's inevitable that, eventually, the baker catches Eddie staring. He just smiles, though, and waves. Eddie manages to return the greeting before awareness smacks him in the face, and he flees the office and the building in acute embarrassment.

They share waves after that. Smiles. Laughter once when Eddie's reading over an invoice and walking, smacks face-first into the doorframe. Eye rolls after the baker gets into an impassioned argument with the curly-haired boy, one that involves a copious amount of thrown flour.

They exchange waves and smiles and goofy expressions, and it shouldn't escalate further, but one day Eddie steps into the shop's waiting room to find the curly-haired boy sitting behind the reception desk, flipping through Eddie's new dnd guide.

"What." Eddie says.

"You," says the boy. He's pointing and glaring and Eddie is a little scared.

"Me?"

"You like dnd?"

He hopes his sigh of relief isn't audible. "Best DM this town has ever seen." He postures and smirks.

"Doubt it," the boy says.

Eddie lets out an offended squeak, dramatically smashes his hand over his heart. "Insulted! Maligned! In my own place of business! Oh!" He falls into a dramatic swoon.

The boy snickers. "I'm Dustin," he says.

"Eddie." They shake hands and Eddie does not laugh at how overly serious this is all is. "Sir Dustin, what brings you to my fine establishment?"

Dustin shrugs. "Steve."

"Steve?"

Dustin rolls his eyes. "The bakery."

"Oh," Eddie says. Steve. The baker is Steve.

He's having a little trouble breathing, sure he's done something wrong, a distinct feeling of doom settling on his shoulders. "Why?"

"He won't stop talking about the mechanic next door but refuses to introduce himself. Plus, I saw your D20 tattoo the other day."

Eddie's barely hearing him, reeling over the knowledge that Steve talks about him to his gaggle of children. He barely hears the rest of the conversation, but the next day Dustin shows up with the rest of the kids, Lucas, Mike, Max, El, Erica, Will.

They're loud, chaotic, wild, and somehow--before they leave--they've coerced him into running a one-shot for them. They come by in twos and threes for the rest of the week, eating all the snacks in the waiting room mini-fridge and talking at him and Wayne as they work.

It's Friday, it's sweltering, he's closing the shop for the night with the top of his coveralls hanging off hips, his sweat soaked undershirt tossed behind a tool chest. He steps into the waiting area and nearly jumps out of his skin to find a man there, holding a plastic container.

Steve.

"H--hi," he stutters. And fuck, he's shirtless. He's standing in front of Steve for the first time and his nipples are out. This is it, the moment he finally dies of embarrassment.

Steve's eyes are locked on Eddie's torso for a few seconds too long, cheeks flushing. He blinks, finally looking at Eddie's face. "I'm Steve. From the--the bakery next door?" He points. "I--uh--I wanted to stop by and apologize?"

"What?" Eddie asks. There's too much happening for him to keep up.

"Um, the kids?"

And Eddie can't fathom why he needs to apologize, can only stare at Steve in confused disbelief.

"It's just. They can be kind of a handful. I used to babysit Mike and the whole group of them started following me around, and--Anyway, I think Dustin took it upon himself to try to introduce us. I've been wondering where they keep disappearing off to, and Max told me today that they're here with you, and I thought I probably owed you an apology. You're trying to work and I know they can be a bunch of shitheads, and oh my god, I'm rambling, I really am turning into Robin, Jesus Christ."

Eddie is fucked. Oh he's so fucked. He's charmed, endeared, can't stop smiling at Steve who is somehow even more beautiful up close.

"I forgive you," Eddie says. "They're nice kids."

Steve lets out a hard breath. "They are, huh?" He smiles. "Don't let them hear you say that. You'll never get a moment's peace. And they shouldn't have been over here bothering you, anyway."

"It wasn't a bother. Though, they did eat all my snacks and swindle me into running a one-shot for them. Still not sure how that happened."

Steve laughs and his eyes crinkle at the corner. So fucked. So fucked. "I should've known that you play that game of theirs."

"Aw, not a dnd fan, Stevie?"

Steve blushes. "It's--there's a lot of math."

Eddie laughs, already knows he's never getting over this one. "You bake professionally."

"It's different?" Steve laughs. "Fine, fine! You got me, it's not my thing."

"Bet I could change your mind," Eddie says. He doesn't mean to be flirting, can't stop himself.

"I bet you could," Steve agrees. He moves his hand, like maybe he's going to run it through his swoop of hair, then seems to remember he's holding baked goods. "Oh, uh, please take these cupcakes as my apology for accidentally saddling you with my group of semi-feral children."

"You're already forgiven, but I'll never say no to a cupcake."

"You should stop by the shop tomorrow, then" Steve says. "On the house."

"You've already given me these." He wiggles the cupcakes in Steve's pretty face.

"I only save the free samples for the hottest customers." Steve does run a hand through his hair now, and it's dorky as fuck, but Eddie still feels like he's died and this is heaven. "See you tomorrow?"

Eddie can only nod as Steve backs out of the office with a cheeky little wave.

He goes to the bakery the next day, sure he just let his crush get away from him and imagined the entire interaction with Steve. Except, when he walks in, Steve smiles all big and pretty in his little blue apron, invites Eddie back to the kitchen.

And if they share their first kiss against the stainless steel countertops, it's between them, Wayne, and all the kids who spy on them from the shop's office window.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #mechanic eddie munson #baker steve harrington #ficlet #fluff #meet cute #mutual pining #matchmaker dustin henderson #longing glances #dustin is sick of hearing steve talk about the hot mechanic next door but never making a move #dustin makes it for him #the party are a bunch of well-meaning menances #for some reason insomnia is an intrinsic part of steve's character even in an au

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winglessnymph · 5 years

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Rescues, the Moon, and Other Reasons to Fall in Love

Chapter One: Luna, We're Goin’ Down

“Oh god, why do I need to do a ten page report on this?” Virgil leans back in his chair and presses his hands to his face.

“You know how this goes.” Logan begins from his own desk, ”We have to keep record of everything. Especially since we had to get the police department involved again."

“Mrs. Sanchez is very nice but I really wish she would stop hoarding so many cats.” Roman walks in, rubbing at his bandaid covered arms as he speaks. “They always turn out to be a bunch of pequeñas amenazas (tiny menances).”

“Maybe for you.” Virgil smirks and pushes up his sleeves to show off unscathed pale arms.

“HOW?” Roman squawks indignantly.

“Virgil does have better luck with cats than you do.” Logan muses.

Roman opens his mouth, but seems to think better of it. “No. You know what? I’m going to get coffee. Text me your orders!” Roman grabs his keys and wallet. Virgil and Logan make noises of agreement and go back to typing.

Roman walks down the block glad for the decent weather and nearby coffee shop. Headrush, a local favorite, is a bit indie but damn if the coffee isn’t good. Pulling out his phone Roman snorts when he sees both Remy and Dee have texted their drink orders as well. ‘Guess that means they came back from the cats’ vet visit.’ He muses.

Roman looks back up hearing excited barking and concerned yells. A white American Pitbull Terrier flies into Roman taking him to the ground. He laughs, recognizing the brown circle marking around her right eye. “¡Luna, mi bebe!” Roman coos at the adopted girl as her owner catches up.

“Oh my goodness! I am so sorry! She’s not mean I promise! She just gets excited and-” The man babbles nervously, tugging at the sleeves of the cardigan tied around his neck.

Roman cuts him off with a laugh, grabbing Luna’s leash and gently prodding her off. “Don’t worry about it. It’s probably my fault for trying to teach her to jump in to my arms when she was with us.” He admits with a sheepish smile. The man stares until Roman hands over the leash.

“Oh! You’re from the animal shelter then. No wonder Luna got so excited. She’s usually pretty shy until we get home. She loves playing with the kids when my brother visits but is pretty reserved in public.”

“That sounds like her.” Roman scratches Luna’s head after she puts a paw on his leg. “Isn’t that right pretty mama?” Luna gives a bark of agreement, causing her owner to giggle. Roman smiles and holds out his hand. “My name is Roman Rana. I was one of the ones who rescued our fair maiden Luna. I actually fought one the other rescuers for the honor of naming her and won.” Roman grins as the other shakes his hand.

The man giggles again, “I’m Patton Hart and of course you already know my baby, Luna.”

“Well Patton, it is very lovely to meet you. If you and Luna would ever like to visit Rainbow Rescue again I know I wouldn’t be the only one delighted.” Roman finishes with a wink.

Patton ducks his head with a smile. “We’ll have to visit soon then. I’ll let you get going for now. Luna and I have to finish our walk.” The party exchanges goodbyes before parting. Roman starts a group chat.

thefroggyprince: Guys and Dolls, you’ll never believe who I just ran into!

***Oh my goodness. This looks much longer on here. I'll have to figure out how to create a read more for this. Thank you so much to @princeanxious for being a wonderful beta and enabling me way too much! The chapter title is a play off Sugar, We're. Goin' Down by Fall Out Boy and you have him to thank for that lol.

Rainbow Rescue AU Taglist:

@asleepybisexual , @fluidityandgiggles , @irrelevantbutsanders , @merlybird500 , @notalwaysthevillian , @pastelpatton , @princeanxious , @satanblessi , @thepoolofthedead

#sanders sides #rainbow rescue au #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #sympathic deceit #sleep as remy #pitbulls are sweethearts damnit

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