@holyangelstudentuniverse requested the following: Steve working at Bath & Body Works while Eddie is the mall pianist?
I love it omfg, your brain is fantastic I hope I did the idea justice
(if you see any typos no you didn't <3)
The old food court pianist was...okay. Technically, she was good; she knew how to play and rarely made mistakes. She was also clearly just there for the bi-weekly check (not that Steve can blame her), and her playing reflected that. The piano became the ideal white noise, loud enough to lessen the awkwardness of any silence but not so amazing that people couldn't ignore it in favor of conversing with each other.
The new food court pianist? He's a fucking enigma.
He's very clearly skilled, and he seems to actually enjoy the job. He plays like Billy Joel and Elton John met one night, had a piano contest, and then had a baby to create the perfect pianist. He's great and energetic and can play anything from Mozart to fucking Cardi B, and Steve wishes he'd quit already so he can actually focus on his own shitty mall job instead of getting absorbed in the guy's playing.
"You should just hook up with him," Robin says one day, hip-checking Steve as she passes by with a box of Cherry Blossom products. She restocks the soap bottles first, then the perfume, then the lotions, and finally the tiny hand sanitizers with their shitty little plastic flip-caps that Steve swears break for the fucking fun of it.
Steve, meanwhile, is replacing last week's sales signs with new ones. They're the exact same. They rarely change, actually. The only difference is the "expiration" date at the bottom, which changes if only to continually sell customers that sense of urgency that results in them buying $50 worth of products they'll forget about until the holidays come around and they need white elephant gifts.
He's almost done, too. All that's left are the signs by the metal gate pulled down over the store's entrance. They'll open it in about an hour to prepare for the mall's opening, but for now, it's staying down to discourage the mini-bodega clerk in the middle of the hall from flirting with Robin and trying to sell her shitty perfume like she can't just steal shitty perfume from Bed Bath and Beyond at the end of the day.
He waits until after he's switched the sign to turn around, arms crossed over his chest. His back is to the gate, and Steve would normally be too fucking paranoid about a blind spot to withstand it, but he's in argument mode.
"I barely know the guy," he says.
Robin snorts as she crouches, stocking extra hand sanitizers in the tiny drawers at the bottom of the shelf. "Yeah, but I know you, dingus," she says, her voice light and bouncing. "You hear the guy's muzak version of a Lil Nas X song and you're ready to marry the guy."
"I can just recognize artistic ability! Have you ever tried to make a pop song sound like a classic?" he asks.
"My point," Robin says, pushing some hair out of her face, "is that you should ask him out. Maybe you two can play piano together."
If she hadn't already heard it before, Steve would be immediately launching into an explanation of why that wouldn't work. Steve has never met someone he liked or trusted enough to actually play with them. Sure, he's tried playing with a partner before if only to say he gave it a shot, but it sucks. Especially when you don't like the person. You're squished together on an uncomfortable bench, sharing sheet music, elbows bumping as you both try to reach the proper keys to keep the song from sounding horrendous. It's Steve's personal version of hell on earth.
But Robin has heard that rant before, so Steve graciously spares her from hearing it again. For now. Until he's drunk, probably.
"What, I'm just gonna waltz up to the piano and ask if he's free on Saturday? Or, I don't know, try some dumb pick-up line like asking if he comes here often?"
"I'll be honest, it's not the worst pick-up line I've heard."
Steve and Robin jump, both whipping their head to look at the grate to see the food court pianist grinning at them (well, more specifically, he's grinning at Steve) from the other side. He's wearing a button-down black shirt with ripped skinny jeans, old Converse, and more accessories than Steve can count. There are chains on his jeans and a guitar pick hanging from his neck and an ear cuff and a stud through the edge of his eyebrow and so many chunky rings that Steve could use as an excuse to stare at his hands for an hour.
Robin is the one who breaks out of the shock first. She jumps to her feet and walks over to Steve, resting her arm on his shoulder and leaning against him. "But would it work?" she asks.
The guy grins wider, obviously looking Steve up and down to check him out before looking at Robin. "From Stevie here? Yeah. He's really rocking the apron," Eddie replies, winking at Steve.
Steve is about to ask how the guy knows his name, but then he remembers the name badge on his apron. He clears his throat, tearing his eyes away to glance down at Robin.
She seems to be having the time of her life right now.
"Well, uh, I'd prefer to know your name before trying any pickup lines," he says.
"Eddie Munson at your service," Eddie says, bowing to Steve with a dramatic flourish that he finds more endearing than anything else.
One look at Robin and her scrunched nose tells him she thinks it's a little over-the-top and, dare he say, cringe. Her opinion doesn't actually matter, though, since she'd be down bad for any girl that curtseyed at her.
Steve looks back at Eddie, noting the now expectant gleam in his eyes. He can't help an amused smile as he says, "Well then, Eddie," Steve says, stressing his name a little just for the fun of it, "come here often?"
Robin groans next to him. "Fucking hell, Steve," she mutters, slapping him upside the head. "I know you suck at flirting but you really couldn't come up with something better?"
"No, no," Eddie tells her, waving his hand dismissively. "I'm into it."
"And I'm out of it," Robin says, raising her hands in surrender before scurrying back to her Cherry Blossom products.
She's definitely still listening, though.
Steve rolls his eyes are her reaction and focuses back on Eddie. "So, uh, are you free on Saturday?" he asks.
"Completely free," Eddie says, taking a step closer to the gate and shoving his hands into his pockets. "How about lunch?"
"Yeah, I know a great pizza place."
"It's a date then," Eddie replies, winking at Steve. "By the way, any song requests?"
Steve blinks and thinks for a minute before asking, "Do you know Vienna?"
Eddie's grin tells Steve that he does, in fact, know Vienna. "Vienna it is." With that, he winks at Steve once more before heading back to the food court.
"That was painful," Robin says once he's far away enough.
Steve rolls his eyes and flips her off. "You're just jealous I've got a date and you're still too chicken shit to approach the Nike girl."
Robin practically squawks at him. "Oh, fuck you," she says.
"I'll leave that to Eddie, thanks," Steve says, laughing when Robin gags.
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Hi! I have this really REALLY angsty request that if you don’t want to do it okay, but since you’ve posted things with a similar theme I thought maybe you could write it.
So it’s similar to the pop star!reader x bodyguard!steddie, but this is just regular them Ig? So reader overdoses with some of Eddie’s stuff, and when the boys arrive, Eddie kinda gets flashbacks from when his mom overdosed. I’m just really a craver for angst, hurt, comfort fics
Thank you so much! I love your stuff!!🤍🤍
Steddie Asks/ Ko-Fi <3
Warning: Dark themes of drugs and overdosing, all three discuss an incident where the reader overdoses
The table is silent as you and your boyfriends pick at the food they had purchased after bringing you home from the hospital. Having grown accustomed to the balanced meal they provided, you were struggling to fully get through the heavy pasta in front of you.
You hated this; the weighted energy that hung in the air.
You would give anything to go back to how things used to be when you, Steve, and Eddie could just laugh and have fun but a line had been forever crossed. Trust broken in that one moment when you snuck into the metalhead’s things and found drugs that weren’t meant for you especially after you promised things were going to be different.
“I know! I’m sorry! I don’t mean to go overboard. Everything is just so overwhelming and it helps me…breathe. I promise, I’ll slow down. I’ll get clean, I swear.”
You meant it at the time and every time after when you talked yourself out of buying a new supply. But when you were fired from your job for seemingly no reason, you needed to numb your brain.
“Just one more.”, you had told yourself.
One more turned into another hit and then another…and another…until a couple of days later you woke up in an emergency room with your boyfriends clinging to your hands.
“Do you want me to make you something?”
“Huh?”
“You’ve barely touched your food. If you don’t want it I can make you something else.”, Steve explains as his eyes scan you over.
“Oh, um, no. I’m ok. I’m just not very hungry, I guess.” He nodded without saying another and you felt like you were going to explode. “How long are we going to do this?”
“Do what, honey?”
“Avoid the topic of what happened.”
“We don’t need to talk about that now.”, Eddie mumbled without even looking your way.
“I’d like to. I’d prefer it over this.” Neither man said anything as they continued to stare in front of them at their food. “Come on, guys. Yell, scream, throw things; I don’t fucking care just…talk to me.”
“Not right now.”, the metalhead repeated in a firmer tone.
“When then, Ed?”
“Whenever Eddie chooses it seems.”, the other boy sassed throwing you off guard slightly. You half expected any hostility to be directed towards you but the way Steve said that…he was angry at his friend as well.
“Well go on. Out with it, Harrington. You’ve been fucking passive aggressive since we got to the hospital. Just fucking get it out, man.”
“Oh, it’s ok now? Now you’ll fucking listen to me. You didn’t listen to me when I asked you not to keep any drugs in this fucking apartment!”
“I didn’t expect her to dig through my things!”
“She’s an addict, you fucking idiot!”
“HEY!”, you shouted as Eddie rose from his chair, knocking it down behind him. “I said talk, not be mean. This isn’t his fault.”
“No, you’re right. It’s both your faults. I asked him not to bring drugs here because you were trying to get better, Y/N, but you were still struggling. I saw it every day you came home! You were always one step away from fucking breaking but you never said anything! Why!? Why didn’t you talk to us or hell even a doctor?! I don’t fucking care!”
“I didn’t know how…”
“Oh, fucking bullshit!”
“Because I didn’t want to burden you two! That’s all I fucking am! You both have enough going on than to deal with me.”
“So, this was better? Us finding you on the fucking bedroom floor?!” At Steve’s words, Eddie crossed his arms as he hugged himself tightly; the memory of that day hitting them both. “Did you think when we found you barely breathing, we thought ‘Oh thank God. One less problem.’? Or when we watched EMS poke and prod your pale, sweaty skin that we were thankful you did this instead of coming to us? That we would be proud that you feel better numbing yourself with that shit than being open with the men you supposedly love?!”
In anger, he flipped the dining room table making you jump and stand as everything crashed to the ground. The former jock had been holding this in for weeks and now that the flood gates had been opened, he couldn’t stop them.
“I thought you were gonna die. You didn’t see what we saw, Y/N. All the color was gone from your face and you were so sticky with sweat…I’ll never forget that smell… You didn’t move or answer us. When EMS arrived, they were shouting a lot but the thing that stood out was ‘She’s not breathing.’”
Eddie’s own breathing stuttered and when you glanced his way you realized he was trying to control the tears that had begun to fall.
“They asked what you took but when we told them we didn’t know but we know your history and they suggested what it could have been, I knew from his face it was something Munson brought in. I almost fucking killed him, Y/N.”
“Steve—”
“No. I’m not exaggerating or anything like that. It took all of my energy to not beat the shit out of him right then and there.”
“You think I don’t do that already?”, the metalhead growled. “You think I don’t fucking beat myself for what happened?! I stopped dealing the moment we found out about her vices. I gave Rick back everything I had because I knew that temptation would be hard for her. He needed someone to hold onto his stuff for a couple of days because Rick expected his PO to make a surprise visit. Steve, I swear to God, I didn’t think she would… I trusted her…”
After drying his eyes, Eddie squared his shoulders towards you both.
“Maybe that was naive but she was getting better. That’s our problem, Harrington. I trust her too much and you don’t trust her at all!”
“I don’t and this is exactly the reason why!”
“I understand.” Your tiny voice cuts through their fury giving them pause. “When I get low like I did and the craving hits… it’s like being in a black hole I can’t crawl out of. I didn’t think about how my choice would affect either of you but especially Eddie. All I could think about was how I just needed the pain to stop. I am so fucking sorry. I-I-I understand if you want to take a break or some time away from me while I deal with this. I just—”
Steve cuts you off by stepping over the contents on the floor and yanking you to his chest.
“You’re doing it again, honey. You don’t have to face this alone. We’re here to help you every step of the way.”
“Just because we’re upset with you doesn’t mean we stopped loving you.”, Eddie added before wrapping his arm around you both. “I’m sorry, Steve. I really am.”
“I forgive you. It’s going to take some time but we can get this and become better together.”
“I love you both so much and I’m so sorry for scaring you. Even if it takes my whole life I’ll make it up to you.”, you pledge as your voice is slightly muffled by the chest in front of you.
“Baby, all we want is for you to be happy. That’s all we’ve ever wanted.” Nodding, you push your face into the metalhead’s warm embrace as Steve released the two of you to pick up the table and the mess he had made. “Y/N, you remind me a lot of my mother. You are beautiful, funny, and sweet almost to a fault but when we found you… you were unresponsive like her… My dad abandoned her long before she passed but I promise, sweetheart, we’ll be right here with you every step of the way. You’re not alone.”
After kissing your forehead, Eddie knelt down to help his friend and both boys exchange a small smile before you follow his decent to help to.
“Oh, Y/N, we got this—”
“Together, Steve. Any kind of chaos or situation life throws our way we handle it together.”
Okay, hear me out, Jason shoves you to the ground making you bruise your leg and shin because you stood up to him about Eddie and you’ve hid the marks until Steve discovers them on his own while you’re showering or changing clothes. Pissed, he asked where they came from but you literally refuse to tell him because you know damn well that it would lead to Eddie getting arrested. Even after being thoroughly scolded by Steve, you still wouldn’t say what happened or let him clean it so Steve says, “fine then, if I can’t get the answer out of you, I know Eddie will.” And he goes and gets Eddie and Eddie bust through the door pissed and obviously worried that someone was being mean to you. You still won’t say but eventually you snap because you know how intimidating Eddie can be. He forces you to sit still so he can clean the cut/scrape, and then grabs his stuff like he is going to go and find him but you jump up and cling to him begging him not to, so he calls up some buddies to handle Jason for him instead. Protective Eddie is to DIE for!!
the second I read this I had to write it. I love protective!Steddie.
CW: 3.3k | angst, F#***t slur :(, R slur, bullying, some physical violence, desc. of cuts and blood, petnames, angst angst, protective!Steddie, Sir!Eddie
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Just get to the shower, just get to the shower you tell yourself repeatedly. Get to the bathroom and hop in the shower before Steve can come in.
You try to act like you’re not rushing, not too eager to change clothes without him seeing.
“You okay?” Steve asks as you pass him quickly.
Your eyes widen. Lie . “Yup, so fine just need to use the bathroom like-now,” you hint, scurrying past him quickly.
Steve chuckles but buys your lie, letting you pass without much more to say. He watches you hurry to the bathroom.
You didn’t see it, but he saw the small limp you gave as you turned the corner to the bathroom. His eyebrows raise in question - maybe he imagined it.
You slam the bathroom door shut a Little too quickly, a little too loudly, and it makes you wince as your back hits the other side of the door. You hold your breath hoping one of the boys doesn’t get antsy and comes to find you…
A few seconds pass and you’re only met with the subtle sound of the tv crackling from the living room. You sigh in relief.
You finally look into the mirror in front of you, the subtle yellow of the lights doing nothing but making you look worse than you already feel. You move slowly, raising your sore arms to lift your sweater. You wince as you pull it over your head, your shoulders and arms sore. But your mouth nearly falls open at the sight of the bruises on your upper arm from where he grabbed you.
Your eyes are wide, tears starting to brim as you press the already purple spot on your bicep. You hiss an inhale as you press onto the spots, perfectly shaped where his hands grabbed you before he threw you to the ground. You don’t even want to know what your knees look like.
You sigh, pulling your Dickies down your legs, grateful that the thick material covered any evidence of scraping and ripping. But below the fabric lays your very scraped knees, red and blood stained.
“Fuck,” you whisper, unsure how you were possibly going to hide this from them. It’s fall, maybe you can use the cold as an excuse to wear a jacket and sweats to bed for a few days before pretending to fall off Eddie’s skateboard or something…
You knew Jason was a fucking asshole, but you never expected him to actually throw you to the ground when you stood up to him. You’re honestly still in shock from it all, but grateful you were alone. You know if Steve or, worse, if Eddie saw…
You shake your head. You can’t let them find out. Eddie would end up in fucking jail and honestly, Steve would probably go down with him. You guys are already outcast enough for your questionable relationship, plus the whole “cult” thing Eddie has going, you don’t need to add actual criminal to the list.
Your head finds your hands as you sink to the floor, knees bent as you let a few tears fall. How could you have been so stupid? Of course that asshole would put his hands on you, take advantage of your smaller stature. You’re lucky he didn’t punch you, kick you, or worse..
Stop stop stop. You think. Step one: shower, just shower and change into sweats and a jacket and you won’t have to change again tonight, and it’ll be all good, like nothing even happened.
*Knock Knock Knock* “You okay?” Steve calls from the other side of the door.
Shit.
You stand up quickly, accidentally hitting the medicine cabinet door with your elbow. You have to hold in your yelp, praying Steve didn’t hear… “Yeah, yeah all good I just think I’m gonna shower, long day,” you say, moving to kick off your shoes and throw off your underwear, bra and socks.
You start the shower quickly and clench your fists as you await Steve’s response. “Okay…just yell if you need anything,” he says, his voice questioning.
“Got it, thank you,” you call back, jumping in the shower quickly just in case he decides to burst open the door. The water hasn’t even warmed up yet and you find yourself shivering, doing happy feet dancing trying to get warm.
The shower finally warms after a few seconds, but the warm water starts to sting your cuts, making you whine. You have to keep your voice down though, afraid Steve or Eddie will walk by and hear.
You know that you have to clean the cuts, but you also know it’s going to fucking hurt. You don’t want to do it. Any time you get hurt, Eds or Steve will clean you up, putting on that stupid spray that makes your cuts sting so you don’t get an infection. You don’t even know where that stuff is.
This is the worst. God, you wish you would’ve punched Jason in his stupid fucking face. You’re not even a violent person but he knows how to push you past your limits.
But even then, you have a hard time regretting what happened. You had to do it, you had to stick up for Eddie.
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The leaves crunch under your boots as you walk from the bus stop back home, where your favorite people are waiting for you after a long week. Finally Friday. Finally some time to spend alone with them, no school or work to worry about.
“Oh look who it is,” you hear a voice call from behind you. You know who it is the second you hear it. The stupid grating sound is recognizable now even a mile a way. Jason Carver has been picking on you since the 9th grade, and it seems that even though high school is over, he’s still just as big of an asshole.
You ignore him like you always do.
But this time he actually comes up to you, a slight jog in his step to match his pace with yours. You don’t even look at him. “Oh really? Think you’re too good to talk to me because you’re shacking up with that loser Munson?”
You roll your eyes and scoff. “Just fuck off Jason,” you spit, keeping your gaze forward. He’s always hated that you chose Eddie over any date he ever asked you on. He’d hate even more to know the truth about your relationship - that you’re with Eddie and Steve.
“Where is that faggot anyway? Fucking that other deadbeat Harrington?”
Your steps stop. You rarely get enraged, you never let people get under your skin. But no one can talk about your boys like that. No one.
“Excuse me?” You say, your jaw tight, your hands gripping the straps of your backpack.
“You heard me,” Jason smiles down at you. “Kid’s a fucking freak. Wouldn’t put it past him to-“
“Shut your fucking mouth before I-“
He grabs your arm.“Before you what sweetheart?” Jason asks, a disgusting smile on his face. He’s gripping you hard, and it makes you grunt, trying to get free of his grasp. But he’s strong. Really strong.
“No freak here to protect you huh? He’s stupid letting you walk all alone,” he says, his voice low and menacing, his face inching closer to yours.
Your eyes glance around, praying someone would be on this stupid street, but of course it’s empty. “Let go,” you demand, trying to keep your voice strong despite the fear starting to creep into your veins.
“I’ll let you go,” he says. “If you admit Eddie’s a retarded piece of shit.”
You don’t think before it happens- you raise your hand to slap, or maybe hit, him in the face. But he’s too fast. He catches your wrist and throws you forward to the ground, the gravel tearing your skin as you land on your hands and knees. His foot meets your side with a push, making you fall completely to the ground with a weak thud.
The tears that spring to your eyes aren’t even of pain, but of rage, and fear. It’s getting dark out and you’re all alone with him, tired and weaker than him.
Before you can get up to run, a car starts to approach, headlights on as it starts to slow down beside you two. “See ya ‘round, slut,” Jason spits at you before hurrying off in the opposite direction. The car passes, but you’re grateful it scared Jason off.
You finally catch your breath and regain your senses enough to stand up, not even checking yourself for injuries before you start to run home, wiping your face and praying that you can run past Steve and Eddie before they notice anything.
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You don’t know how long you’ve been in the shower, thoughts racing as you let the hot water steam around you. You collect yourself, deciding against scrubbing your wounds and praying they just don’t get infected.
The bathroom is filled with steam as you get out of the shower, grabbing a towel to wipe yourself off.
“Do you want-“
“Steve stop I-“
“What is that? - Wait, What is THAT?” He yells In shock, pointing at your bruised arm and scraped up knees. He rushes toward you with your towel wrapped around your middle.
You turn on the fan in the bathroom, hoping it will drown out his yelling so Eddie won’t hear. “It’s nothing! Nothing, Steve just calm down,” you lie, your plan faltering much earlier than you thought.
“Calm down? What happened?” He asks again, running a stressed hand through his hair.
You don’t know what to say, you don’t know how to lie to him. Instead, you opt for an escape plan. “Nothing! Just let me get dressed please,” you say, rushing past him out the bathroom door and into the bedroom. You shut the bedroom door before quickly rushing to your drawers, pulling out a random pair of sweats and one of Steve’s hoodies to throw on.
But you’re stopped all too quickly as Steve barges in the room. “Baby stop it, Look at me. Dammit look at me,” he says, grabbing your arms, which makes you wince. When you recoil from him it makes him soften, your breath freezing.
He releases you arms but takes your hands, making you drop the clothes and leaving you still wrapped in your towel, wounds exposed. You look at him, but no words leave your mouth.
“Tell me what happened. Now,” he says, his voice soft but stern. You try to open your mouth, but can’t find the words to speak. So you just shake your head no instead.
Steve drops your hands and paces away from you. He stops by the bed, hands on his hips. “Did you steal Eddie’s skateboard again and fall? Is that what this is?” He asks, eyes searching yours for answers. You don’t answer, but he knows you well enough to see that your quivering lip shows that it’s not that.
“Did you..” He searches, wondering what could’ve possibly happened that you would avoid telling him. He stares at you more, at your shaking frame, your scratched knees, and the marks on your arm.
The marks on your arm.
“Someone hurt you,” he says knowingly.
“No, no no it’s not-“
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” he says through gritted teeth, a finger pointed at you. You shrink even more at his disposition. “You won’t tell me? Fine. Eddie will get the answer out of you,” He threatens before rushing to leave the room.
You run to stop him, barely holding the towel in place as you reach for his hand. “Please don’t tell Eddie, please Steve,” you beg, eyes watering.
“Too late, you had your chance,” Steve replies, ripping his hand from you as he marches down the hall to get Eddie.
“Fuck,” you exclaim, throwing the towel down off your body quickly before grabbing the hoodie that had fallen to the floor and throwing it over your head and sitting on the edge of the bed, holding your legs up so it hides your knees.
Eddie storms through the door, Steve hot on his heels. “Show me,” Eddie demands. You shake your head no. Eddie’s jaw tightens as he purses his lips.
“Really wanna do it like this baby? Because it won’t be fun,” Eddie threatens, bending down some so he was just above your eye level. You shake your head again, tears welling in your eyes.
You slowly drop your legs so Eddie can see your knees, bloody and scraped, small pieces of rocks stuck in one of them. You hiss at the movement, the sting lingering. Eddie looks down at them and shakes his head.
Steve speaks up from right behind him, moving to Eddie’s side. “Show him your arm.”
Eddie’s head flicks up immediately, questioning what Steve means. You hesitate, but the look in Eddie’s eyes makes you finally move, lifting up the hoodie enough so one of your arms hangs out, showing the bruises on your bicep.
Eddie leans over, his hand gently touching your arm to rotate it in the light as he looks at the bruise, then back to Steve, and back to you. “Who the fuck put their hands on you?” He asks. He knows those types of bruises, he’s had them plenty of times before.
You hide your arm back in the hoodie, head hanging low as you keep your mouth shut. You don’t want Eddie to do anything that will get him in trouble.
Eddie and Steve wait a moment, giving you a second to tell them, but you’re unwavering. “I’ll find out myself and kill them,” Eddie says, more to Steve than you.
“That’s why I don’t want to say,” you mumble, squeezing your eyes shut the second you admit it.
Steve moves forward. “You’re scared of what’s going to happen?” He asks.
You nod your head. Eddie stands up straight, knuckles coming to his mouth. “My love,” Eddie starts. “My sweet, sweet angel,” he says, his voice searing hot.
“I need you to tell me what happened. Right now. Or I’ll put up wanted signs in this whole damn town and you know I’m not fucking kidding,” Eddie threatens, his eyes boring into yours. You know he’s restraining himself, trying to hold back after seeing bruises on your sweet body.
The tears finally fall from your eyes as you look between the two boys, your wobbly lip taken between your teeth.
“We just care about you baby,” Steve says, trying to calm down the situation.
Eddie leans forward, taking you chin in his finger lightly, making you look at him. “I’m going to tell you one more time before I walk out of this room and handle it myself,” he warns. “Tell me what happened.”
You break. You completely break under his gaze. You tell him everything, from the second you got off the bus to the moment before Steve walked into the bathroom. You’re a crying mess and Eddie is absolutely buzzing with rage. When you’ve finally finished your story, Eddie stands up and walks to the window, looking outside for a moment as Steve holds your small frame in his arms, giving you kisses on the head, mumbling “I’m sorrys”.
A few moments of tense silence passes as Eddie digests the information you just gave him.
“Yeah, I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Eddie says, turning hot on his heels to head out the door.
“NO! See this is what I meant!” You yell, jumping up to stop him. You block his path, standing in front of the door.
He looks down at you, his chest rising, his nostrils flared. He wasn’t thinking straight. But how could he? That fucking loser hurt his baby, his love. He touched you.
“He touched you,” Eddie says, the thought escaping his head. It’s the only thought in his brain. Jason Carver touched you, hurt you, and Eddie wasn’t there.
Steve stands, coming behind Eddie at a slight distance.
Eddie looks down at you, at your soft face, your pouty lips. He wraps you in his arms tightly and walks you back over to the bed, sitting you down. “Steve go get the cleaning shit,” Eddie demands, his voice still hot from anger.
“Yes Sir,” Steve mutters, heading out of the bedroom to go get the supplies.
Eddie puts his hands on your face, holding you tightly as he looks into your eyes. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” He explains.
“We’re going to get you cleaned up and safe in bed. Then I’m going to handle this, and I don’t want to hear a single word out of your mouth about it, do you understand?”
Your eyes are wide. “Please don’t go Eds, please,” you beg. You know he’d get in trouble. With his reputation already tarnished, it’s a set up for him to get arrested, or worse.
“Who said anything about me going?” Eddie says, a sadistic smirk growing on his lips. “I know people who can handle this for us.”
You breath is shaky, and for the first time you actually feel some fear about Eddie and his connections. You know he’s run with shady crowds before, and has a history that he doesn’t always like to speak of. But the way he’s suggesting what could happen…
“Consider it already dealt with,” He assures you.
Steve walks back in the room with that little spray bottle that you have come to hate. Every time they use it on your cuts it burns. You automatically recoil away, but Eddie’s hands find your thighs, pressing firmly to hold you in place. “It’ll only hurt for a second honey, then all better,” Steve smiles at you, bending down to get a better look at your knees.
Eddie takes your hands in his, letting you squeeze them. You look away from Steve and back to Eddie’s already softer eyes. He squeezes your hand in reassurance before Steve sprays the cotton pad and places it on your knee. You wince immediately, hissing and squeezing Eddie’s hand.
“I know honey I know,” Steve says, trying his best to move quickly without hurting you more.
Eddie kisses your hand. “Doing so good baby,” he praises. You lean your head onto his shoulder as Steve moves to clean the other knee, spraying it and wiping, using tweezers to pick out the small pebbles before wrapping it and lining them with bandages.
A few tears escape your eyes and you wipe them quickly, annoyed by the stupid droplets.
Steve kisses the bandages before coming up and kissing the side of your head. “All done,” he smiles. You look at the fluffy haired boy with wet eyes. “Thank you Stevie.”
Eddie’s quick to move, letting Steve replace him as your cuddle buddy and now, in his head, personal bodyguard. “Stay here, and do not leave until I say it’s okay, understand?” Eddie says as he walks toward the door.
You and Steve both stare at him, biting your lip as you know he’s about to go make some very sketchy calls.
“Understand?” He repeats a little louder.
“Yes Sir,” You respond quickly.
He nods at you. “Good girl.” He points a finger at Steve. “Don’t let her out of your sight Harrington. Just need to talk to a few people, I’ll be back within the hour,” Eddie informs the other boy. Steve sighs a nod before Eddie practically runs out the door, slamming it closed behind him. You swear if he could, he’d lock you two in there together.
But you know it’s only out of the goodness of his heart. You two are the closest he’s ever had to real family, real love. And he’ll be caught dead before anyone ever even thinks of harming you ever again.
Imagine Eddie and Steve trying to show off how good of a boyfriend they are but you’re dating both of them
Hiii lovey!! So I’ve never actually written Steddie before but like this just seemed too funny and cute to pass up😂
“Do you warm the car up in the morning before they go to work?” Eddie would roll his eyes as Steve dangles his car keys from his index finger.
“Well do you always make sure the snack drawer is stocked?” Eddie would raise an eyebrow making Steve roll his eyes. “Snacks are a big deal Harrington.” He’d add making Steve just let out a huff as he placed a hand on his hip. You just sat there, on the worn out couch, in silence watching the two men argue in the living room of Eddie’s trailer.
“I make coffee in the morning.” This would make you giggle because while Steve may think he’s making coffee in the morning all he’s actually doing is pressing the on button on the machine that you set up the night before.
“Dude all you do is turn it on.” Eddie would snap as if he could read your mind while standing up from his spot next to you on the couch.
“So? It’s still something.” He’d defend making Eddie just roll his eyes and cross his arms over his chest.
“I make sure they get a decent amount of sleep and drink enough water during the day.” Steve would open his mouth to argue but then close it as Eddie just smirks because he knows Steve can’t top that.
“You need to be reminded to drink water?” You’d feel your cheeks getting hot as both men turn and look at you.
“I don’t like water?” Eddie would laugh as your sentence comes out more of a question because you weren’t prepared for their attention to turn on to you so soon. You had been enjoying their little argument.
“Just admit it Harrington,” You’d watch Eddie take a step closer to Steve and place a hand on his shoulder. “I’m the better boyfriend.” Steve would roll his eyes and brush Eddie’s hand off his shoulder.
“We’ll see about that Munson.” And with that Steve would turn on his heels and head down the hallway towards Eddie’s room. A few minutes later he’d appear back in the living room with a notebook in his hands.
“Oh absolutely not.” You’d shout as you stand up and snatch the notebook from Steve’s hands. “This is my diary.” You’d explain making Eddie look at Steve with wide eyes while Steve just shrugs.
“What? I figured that’s where you’d put who was the better boyfriend it’s not my fault you have a shitty hiding place for it.” Eddie would reach over and playfully smack Steve upside the head.
“Dude. That’s not how you win best boyfriend. No wonder you had such a dry streak before we got together.” 😂💖
Hi! I love ur fics. I was wondering! Maybe u can write something about how Steve and Eddie get reader to go into sub space!? ✨🫶🏻🤍
Thank you love!!! I’d love to ✨🥰 This is a short little blurb, but I think I’ll expand on it soon .
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I think it depends on the situation.
if it’s formal, like formally playing, fully in dynamic, they have you kneel and collar you. Steve likes to give you a mantra to repeat to help you drop, something to hold onto if you need to get back into it. It could be simple, having you kneel and repeat “I give control to Daddy and Sir”, or it could pertain more to the scene you’re going to do. He might collar you, then squeeze your cute face and ask you questions to repeat . “Are you going to be a good girl for us?” “Yes Daddy Im going to be a good girl for you and Sir.”
“Are you our little pain slut?”
“I’m your little pain slut” and he makes you repeat it as Eddie toys with you any which way he chooses
It’s hard not to drop when you’re alone around Eddie because he slips into it so easily. He’ll let his fingers wander to the back of your neck, squeezing you like a kitten and whispering something dirty in your ear. Or he’ll ask you to grab him some water, or “go fetch my guitar kitten”, and he’ll expect you to respond with a “Yes Sir” or else there’s consequences
Stevie always throws a protective arm around you when you’re in public . always.
and of course whenever they enforce their little rules, it makes your head fuzzy. Steve loves making you hold his or Eddie’s hand to cross the street, saying you’re too small to go by yourself. Eddie likes to see (and lowkey approve) your outfits before you go out, especially if it’s without one of them. You always have to ask Steve before you go for a second cup of coffee. but don’t worry, Eddie almost always lets you have more candy than you probably should.
But if you talk back? Consider your ass already beaten.
These are just a few ways the dynamic slips in and out of your formal and casual life together with steddie. As appropriate, I think it’s almost always present the longer you all are together, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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What do you think grocery shopping with Steddie would be like? The grocery store is both the best and worst place for me cause that’s where the adhd kicks in on full speed. I feel like maybe Eddie would be similar?? And Steve would just constantly be putting the unnecessary items back on the shelf while also trying to keep track of two chaotic people and check items off
At one point one of y’all would steal the grocery list from his hands while the other fills the cart with snaccs
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I think it would be so much fun and absolute madness, borderline frustrating, and Steve probably has to spank you at some point later for not listening to him.
Like…
Steve goes full daddy mode in the store, he has a list and he’s checked it twice and he is not letting you and Eddie get all the extra shit you always end up wanting to buy
Except you, maybe he’ll let you get the frozen cookie dough because you have such cute eyes and he loves seeing you bake in the kitchen
Eddie is suddenly a little kid in the grocery store with you- he’s not used to having much spending money to buy good food and treats so the fact that you have a triple income house makes him so excited
Where Eddie would usually be stern with you about running away from him or Steve, in the grocery store he initiates it, pulling your hand toward the ice cream section to see what flavors they have today.
Steve would roll his eyes, but he knows his list so well that whatever you come back with he’s putting away anyway
(He’s already budgeted extra money for you two to get a few extra snacks for yourself)
Overall grocery store STeddie is just so so so cute , it’s like a little playground adventure, even though Steve always feels absolutely exhausted after
steve, eddie & reader have been secretly dating for a few months now (eddie & steve too, not just with the reader). one day steves dad finds out & shit happens & steve’s forced to break up with eddie & reader. he won’t give any explanations or even a reason & they’re all heartbroken. reader was addicted to cocaine before meeting eddie & quickly relapsed after the breakup. steve eventually finds out & goes against his dad & apologises & explains it all to eddie & reader. together they help reader to get clean again.
Hi baby, I think this is a great request and storyline, but not for me! Because of my own experiences with addiction / substance abuse I try to refrain from writing about it.
If any other writers want to take this and run with it please feel free! Thank you for requesting from me though lovely
