Prompt Day 19: rattail | Word Count: 997 | Rating: G | CW: none | POV: Max, Eddie | Pairing(s): Steddie, Lumax | Tags: Eddie will do anything for his spiritual daughter, Max, rattails are not appropriate wedding fashion, walk 'em down Wheeler to the rescue
“Munson, look at me. I need you locked in to the mission.” Max follows this statement by pointing two fingers at herself, and then turning them on Eddie. He’s still looking over her shoulder, grinning, so she snaps her fingers right in front of his face. “Edward, focus.”
“How can I? Look at him.” Eddie sighs dreamily, propping his chin in his hand.
Max follows his line of sight. Steve glances over, in the midst of tucking his shirt in, his brow wrinkling in sweet confusion as he realises they’re talking about him. “He’s a dude in a suit, Eddie,” she says flatly, turning back to her favourite idiot.
“He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Eddie says, with a winsome smile. If he was a cartoon character, he’d have literal hearts in his eyes.
“Hon,” Steve chastises gently. There’s so much love in his tone, that Max would have to rip him for it, if she didn’t have much bigger fish to fry right now.
“Eddie!” she says, slapping her hands together in front of him. “I am deadly serious. If Dustin Henderson still has that rattail at my literal wedding ceremony this evening, I am going to commit murders, starting with you.”
“I already said I’d handle it,” Eddie says, still all moony.
“Yeah, we got it sorted, don’t stress,” Steve says, but he’s just as bad – he goes around to the back of the couch, sliding gentle fingertips over Eddie’s neck, leaning down when Eddie tilts his head back. Max pinches her brown bone exasperatedly while they kiss. “You look good too,” Steve whispers against Eddie’s lips, like Max can’t hear every word still.
Eddie does clean up nicely in a suit, and for all he’s hamming it up, Max knows he is taking the whole event very seriously. He’s giving her away, after all, the running Mom-Steve and Dad-Eddie joke brought to its ultimate conclusion. He’d cried when she asked him, and she certainly won’t be letting him ever live that down.
El comes back into the room with the hairdresser in tow, and Max can’t help but grab Eddie by the tie and shake him before she goes to sit down. “Munson. Rattail. I’m serious. Get it done.”
***
Contrary to popular belief, Eddie is taking Max’s imperative extremely seriously. Not in the least because his favourite of the children, his princess, his angel deserves the wedding day of her dreams, down to the tiniest detail, but also because he too hates Dustin’s rattail. He’s tried to tell him, but the stubborn little shit just won’t listen – long hair is metal, short hair is cool, Steve’s swoops and waves of chestnut perfection is the most gorgeous– anyway, Eddie won’t get off track again. The point is, that ratty little string of hair at the nape of Dustin’s neck is horrible, and it has to go.
“Dustin is missing,” Steve says grimly, opening the door to the suite the Party boys are all staying in just as Eddie is raising his fist to knock jauntily.
“Beg your pardon?” Eddie says.
“Dustin is–”
“No, I heard you–Jesus H. Christ, these kids. Come on.”
Thankfully, they don’t have to go far – they find Dustin strolling into the lobby alongside Jeff, who has a friendly arm slung around his shoulder. Eddie spies Gareth following, looking disgruntled, with a suspiciously scissor-shaped object in his pocket. Eddie exchanges a look with Steve.
“Eddie! Steve! I’m having the best day,” Dustin says cheerily. “Will and Mike bought me breakfast this morning, and Jon and I had the nicest chat while he was showing me the spots he’s picked for photos. And then just now Jeff took me to shoot some pool and drink beers. Oh! And earlier, Frank took me out to lunch – there’s a dumpling place up the road, God, it was so good–”
Eddie tunes out – he and Steve are having a non-verbal conversation, to the effect of; “Are you hearing what I’m hearing?” “I am, I’m hearing we aren’t the only ones who received the same assignment today.”
Maybe Eddie should feel insulted that Max didn’t trust him and Steve to get the job done, but it’s her wedding day and she’s getting exactly what she wants if it’s the last thing Eddie does. He’s not entirely sure his Stevie feels the same – he’s got that gorgeous pouty-sad look he gets, and Eddie loves it when that look is not being used on him. Jeff and Gareth sidle over to them.
“That kid is the slipperiest little fucker on the planet,” Jeff says darkly.
“It’s like his bones are liquid. Every time any of us have gotten close enough to cut that thing off, he slips right out of our grip,” Gareth adds, sighing in defeat.
Eddie hears the clicking of heels, and he looks up, spotting Nancy and Robin coming down the stairs, the former with a look of steely determination on her face and something glinting and silver clutched in her hand. Within a split second, Eddie’s mind is made up; he shrugs out of his suit jacket and hands it to Steve, who shoots him a panicked look.
“Ed, what are you–”
Dustin shrieks like a little girl when Eddie tackles him to the ground, right then and there in the lobby. He screams even louder when Nancy brandishes the scissors, but Corroded Coffin swarms in to help.
“Hold him down, hold him still!” Nancy orders over Dustin’s shrieking. “Hold him!”
***
Later, at the end of the aisle, Eddie takes Max’s face between his hands and just looks at her for a moment; his princess, his beautiful, smart, strong, spunky girl. He’s so proud of her. He kisses her on the forehead, hugs her tight and doesn’t let go until she does first, and then guides her hand into Lucas’ outstretched, waiting palm. Her smile is incandescent, and there’s not a rattail in sight.
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Written for the @steddiemicrofic July 17-24 prompt ‘micro’
rated E | 555 words | tags: established relationship, BDSM, sub!Eddie Munson, dom!Steve Harrington, overstimumlation
"You're doing so good, baby." Steve paused to card a hand through Eddie's sweat-soaked curls. "How many have you given me?"
"T-two, Sir," Eddie answered.
Steve hummed and ran his hands over Eddie's body - from Eddie's wrists bound above his head, down Eddie's chest decorated with red flogger lines, to Eddie's wide spread thighs where Steve could feel the micro muscle spasms under his hands to where Eddie's heels sat at the edge of the table.
"Can you give me one more?" Steve asked as he ran his hands back up and massaged Eddie's thighs.
"Sir?" Eddie whispered.
"I think you can give me one more," Steve murmured, leaning in and pressing a couple of kisses to Eddie's thighs, nipping gently.
"S-sir," Eddie keened.
"Your pleasure is my pleasure," Steve said. "I love watching you come apart under my hands, love every orgasm you give me, love seeing you writhe in pleasure."
"S-sir, I-I don't know," Eddie whispered.
Steve hummed and rested his cheek against Eddie's thigh, smiling as he felt another one of those micro muscle spasms.
"One more? One more for me, baby."
"Yes, Sir," Eddie whispered.
"That's it."
Steve wrapped one hand around Eddie's cock, cooing softly when Eddie whimpered at the touch, while his other hand played with the clamps on Eddie's nipples. Steve stroked Eddie's for a few moments, slow and languid strokes to get Eddie nice and hard for him.
"I'm going to fuck you," Steve breathed, pausing his sexual torture of his partner so he could unlace his leather pants and free his own aching cock. "I've been hard all night, wanting to fuck you."
"Sir," Eddie whimpered. "Please?"
"Listen to that, begging so sweetly for me." Steve reached for the lube and coated his own cock before toying with the plug in Eddie's ass. "Are you going to give me another one?"
"Please," Eddie begged. "Please?"
"So pretty." Steve gave Eddie's thigh a pinch before he removed the plug and pushed forward.
"Sir!" Eddie cried out, tugging at the arm restraints.
"That's it," Steve praised. "Feels so good, baby."
Steve gave a few languid thrusts while stroking Eddie's cock - he was holding his own orgasm until Eddie came one more time. Thrust and stroke, thrust and stroke, Steve worked Eddie until he was just on the edge of orgasm, then removed the clamps from Eddie's nipples.
"Sir!" Eddie screamed as he came.
"That's my good boy."
Steve gave a another few thrusts before he came; he glanced at Eddie and smiled - his boy was completely blissed out. Steve slipped out of Eddie, quickly cleaned and tucked himself away and then started taking care of Eddie. He untied Eddie's arms and gently massaged them, then wrapped Eddie in a soft blanket and carried him over to couch next to the table where he sat down and cradled Eddie in his lap.
"Water, baby," Steve whispered, putting a straw in Eddie's mouth. "Drink."
"Mmmm."
Steve watched Eddie drink the whole bottle of water before setting the bottle aside and pressing a kiss to Eddie's forehead.
"'s good," Eddie mumbled. "Floaty."
"That's the point," Steve said with a soft smile. "Any pain?"
"Little," Eddie breathed. "Good pain, though."
"Good," Steve whispered. "What do you need, baby? What can I get you?"
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I just had an image of Steve cooking with Eddie helping to chop vegetables and Steve tells Eddie to do something and Eddie replies automatically "Heard, Chef!" and Steve has all kinds of kinky feelings about it
fully believe steve is so cuddly and affectionate that whenever it's time to go to bed and eddie is still up doing things bc his brain can't shut off, steve pouts and wheedles him into getting into bed with him like "guess ill just lay here, alone and cold, by myself with no warm boyfriend to snuggle up to me :(" and eddie finally gives in like "okay, alright! i get it, you need a big warm guy to squeeze you" while crawling into bed and immediately arranging steve the way they both like while steve is all smug and giggling, eddie play grumbles at him for being so smiley, but he can't help letting it melt away into a soft love-sick look when steve tucks his head up on his chest to listen to his heartbeat and nuzzles into him
EDDIE: *busy working on a new campaign* I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.
STEVE: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.
EDDIE: O-oh. Well... Wait. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??
STEVE: Is it working?
Dungeons and Dragons was still a mystery to Steve. But even if he didn’t understand the game itself, what he did understand was getting so engrossed in something that you forgot to take care of yourself. More than once he had practiced shooting and ballhandling for hours only to realize he hadn’t eaten in all those hours.
So he gets it. When Eddie is deep into planning another part of the game, Steve checks in every once in a while, leaving drinks and snacks sometimes when he realizes what started at noon has gone on until 5.
It was in fact one of those evenings. Steve was spending the night in the trailer and Wayne had already left to clock in. Eddie and Steve had eaten dinner, watched some tv, and then Steve went to shower. When he came out, Eddie had some notebooks out on the coffee table.
Eddie was sitting on the floor, scribbling something down. So Steve got comfortable on the couch to continue watching tv, chiming in a couple of times when Eddie asked his opinion on something. It was usually things Steve didn’t need deep knowledge of the game to answer.
As the hour grew late though, Steve began to yawn. He stretched his arms and then stood.
“I’m headed to bed. Don’t be up late”, Steve said. He kissed the top of Eddie’s head as he passed by him to get to the bedroom.
Steve went through the rest of his nightly routine, mostly just brushing his teeth before settling into the bed. He woke up sometime later when he heard a banging noise and Eddie cursing, trying to do it quietly.
Confused, Steve checked the clock next to him and saw that it was 2 in the morning. Eddie had been at this. For over four hours! Still a little groggy, Steve got up and left the room, rubbing his eyes.
“You’re still up?”, he said when he saw that there were more books open on the table than earlier.
“I know but I got a-I had an idea. An epiphany really. Just a lightning strike of inspiration and sometimes you gotta ride the dragon wherever it takes you. Did I wake you?”, Eddie asked. “I hit my foot against the table. Sorry.”
Steve was tired. “Eddie. Come to bed. It’s late.”
“I’m good. When you get that blast of creativity it’s like a dose of espresso-laced coke.”
Steve didn’t want to imagine his already hyper boyfriend on either of those things. He let out a sigh. Time for a bit of weaponized flirtation.
“Eddie~”, he said his name in a bit of a whine. “The bed’s cold without you. And I’m so lonely in there all by myself.”
That got Eddie to look up from whatever he had been writing. “My poor baby. I can’t leave you alone.” He stood up, joints cracking a little. He reached out and grabbed Steve’s hands.
Steve kissed his lips and then began leading him back to the bedroom.
“Wait”, Eddie stopped right in the middle of the doorway. “Are you seducing me to sleep with you? Like literal sleep?”
“Only if it works”, Steve said. “You can go back out there with your game notes. Or...” He shimmied out of his sweatpants, revealing the briefs underneath and hopped into bed.
Eddie practically fell on top of him and within ten minutes both were sleeping peacefully, Eddie with both of his hands full.
1985, 1986, 1994, 1997, 2002. Learn through different moments in their life, how their bond strengthens more and more. Stupid parents, shitty ex-girlfriends and new challenges.
What you're getting: A little bit of feelings (a lot), a little bit of angst but in total a whole lotta love. Follow Stobin's adventure that is their life ♡
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fic by: @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx
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It’s the first summer after everything that went down and Eddie’s jumpy with crowds. Too many eyes. His hat he borrowed from Steve is pulled low and covering his face but no one seems to notice because he’s putting on a brave smile and making jokes with the kids. Steve recognizes it. He knows that mask. He’s worn it himself. The sunny day turns fast. Thunder cracks and Eddie flinches hard. The kids get separated in the rush for cover and Steve doesn’t hesitate. He just grabs Eddie’s hand and they duck under the pier as the storm hits.
But Eddie’s breathing goes sharp. “The thunder. It sounds like when—”
“I know,” Steve says. He holds Eddie’s hands, both of them, tight. “Vecna.”
Eddie talks to him About the bats and The sky splitting and How the thunder feels too familiar. Steve just listens. Holds on to him.
Another boom and Eddie rips his hands away, slams them over his ears. “Stop, stop—”
Steve doesn’t grab him back. He just shifts closer, knees bumping Eddie’s. “I got you. It’s just rain, Eds. You’re here. You’re with me. I’m not going anywhere.” Then Slowly, Eddie lowers his hands and Steve takes them again. Laces their fingers like he would never let go.
They wait out the storm like that. Steve’s thumb rubbing circles on Eddie’s knuckles the whole time. When the sun comes back, Steve still doesn’t let go.
What kind of pet does everyone think Eddie Munson would have ?
Because I think he would have a scruffy shelter dog. He’d name it something metal like Dio or Ripper. And Wayne’s the one who takes him to the shelter after the Vecna battle because “you need to get out of this trailer, boy.” Eddie sees the ugliest. well not ugliest but according to everyone else,one with one eye and lopsided smile and goes “that’s my guy.” Because he’s a stray himself. He would gets the weird, unwanted ones. Too loud, too jumpy, “bad with kids.” Eddie picks him on purpose.
He spends all night running D&D and the dog’s curled on his lap, growling at everyone else. Eventually he gets along with the kids. Eddie teaches him tricks and feeds him extra scraps even though Wayne says “you’re gonna make him sick.”
Eddie shifts closer, head coming to rest on Steve’s chest. His voice goes quiet and says “I… sleep better when you’re around.”
No teasing, no deflection like he would usually do being honest. And Steve’s arm tightens around him. “Good,” he murmurs. “‘Cause I breathe better when you’re safe.”
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fully believe steve is so cuddly and affectionate that whenever it's time to go to bed and eddie is still up doing things bc his brain can't shut off, steve pouts and wheedles him into getting into bed with him like "guess ill just lay here, alone and cold, by myself with no warm boyfriend to snuggle up to me :(" and eddie finally gives in like "okay, alright! i get it, you need a big warm guy to squeeze you" while crawling into bed and immediately arranging steve the way they both like while steve is all smug and giggling, eddie play grumbles at him for being so smiley, but he can't help letting it melt away into a soft love-sick look when steve tucks his head up on his chest to listen to his heartbeat and nuzzles into him
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