Hello my love! I’m back, once again in the wee hours of the morning, with a prompt! ❤️

“If I have to hear one more person tell me something I already know, I’m going to scream.”

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“It just seems like you should at least try! Eddie’s a great guy.”

Steve rolled his eyes at Robin’s words.

He knew Eddie was a great guy.

“And he’s kind of obsessed with you! According to Dustin, he named a character after you in that stupid game they play and he refused to let them die. Like, made them all go back to save your character when they were trying to leave them behind.”

He knew all of this.

“He’s in love with you, dingus!”

“If I have to hear one more person tell me something I already know, I’m going to scream.”

Steve and Eddie had been secretly together for a while, the last five months a whirlwind of falling in love in a way Steve never experienced before.

Eddie may be obsessed with him, and in love with him, but the same went for Steve.

“What are you talking about?”

It hit Steve what he said, his confession said in frustration turning into a coming out was not his intention for the day.

“I already know he’s a great guy. I already know he’s obsessed with me. And I already know he’s in love with me.”

Robin was speechless, which was never a great sign. Her rambling meant she was processing, and if she wasn’t doing that, it was probably not good.

“And before you ask, I’m also obsessed with him and definitely in love with him. He knows that, too.”

If he thought she was having trouble processing before, she was struggling even more now.

“We’ve been talking about maybe telling everyone soon, but I don’t think he’ll mind that I told you.”

Steve did start to worry that Eddie would be upset about him telling Robin, but it washed away quickly when she started jumping up and down.

“Holy shit! You guys did it! We all thought we’d have to force you!”

“Seriously? You’re conspiring with the hellions about my relationship status now?”

“Only because they involved me! They said when you went to Indy for a few days last month, Eddie was a mess and canceled everything and just stayed in bed.”

Steve’s brows furrowed.

“What? He said he was fine while I was gone.”

“He lied.”

Just as Steve was going to tell Robin she must have misheard, the front door’s bell dinged as a customer walked in.

“Welcome to Family Vid- Eddie!” Steve ran from behind the counter, jumping into Eddie’s arms as if they’d been separated for years.

“Hey, Stevie.”

“Robin knows.”

“Oh, thank God.”

Eddie’s arms wrapped around his waist as he shoved his face in Steve’s neck, lips leaving a gentle kiss, breath leaving goosebumps behind.

“How’d she find out?”

“I accidentally told her.”

“He was sick of hearing about how much you love him from people who aren’t you, I guess.”

“Steve never gets tired of hearing I love him. One time, in bed-“

“Don’t finish that story. I’m sure it’s lovely, but I’d rather not hear about Steve in bed. Or you in bed. Or you together in bed.”

Steve pulled away from Eddie and glared at Robin.

“Oh, now you don’t wanna hear about Eddie being in love with me.”

“Exactly. Go take your break so I don’t have to see it either.”

“Fine.”

Steve grabbed Eddie’s hand and brought him to the office, closing and locking the door behind them.

He pushed Eddie down on the small couch in the corner, straddling his lap and placing his hands on his shoulder.

“What’s gotten into you today, sweetheart?”

Eddie was smirking up at him, his hands resting on Steve’s thighs.

“Just love you. Obsessed with you. Lucky to have you.”

“How long’s your break?”

“15 minutes.”

“Plenty of time.”

“For what?”

“You’ll see.”

Steve did see. Twice.

Hello my love! (Part of) a conversation for you, if you want to do something with it:

“You’re a great dad.”

“…oh.”

“What?”

“I just realized- I’m doing the opposite of everything my father did.”

My star!!! ✨✨✨ you just keep giving such good little prompts!

Morgan was at an age where tantrums were normal, expected even.

The terrible twos didn’t get the name from nothing.

She was pushing boundaries, testing limits.

Especially with Steve.

“Morgan, you can’t have another cookie before dinner. You’ll get a tummy ache.”

“Want one!”

Eddie watched as Steve took a deep breath, effectively calming himself before kneeling down in front of her and holding her hand.

“Honey, I promise you can have one after dinner. But dinner is so yummy! And you wanna make sure you have plenty of room in your belly for it, right?”

“No! Cookies!”

Eddie bit back a laugh.

Morgan wasn’t theirs genetically, but she certainly had an impressive combination of their personalities.

“You aren’t being very polite right now, Morgan. I know you can be kind.”

Morgan pouted, her little arms crossing over her chest as she stamped her foot on the floor.

Her attitude was impressive, Eddie would give her that.

She stomped all the way to her room, her little feet barely even making noise on the carpet.

Steve sat down on the floor, sighing and running his hand over his face.

Eddie joined him, kissing the top of his head.

“You’re a great dad, Stevie.”

Steve tensed for a moment, then relaxed completely against Eddie’s side.

“Oh.”

“What?”

“I just. I just realized I’m doing the opposite of everything my father did.”

“Oh?”

“I never got away with tantrums. I definitely wasn’t allowed to go to my room unless he was done talking. And I never got cookies after dinner even when I was good.”

“Well, you know how I feel about your father.”

“Yeah.”

“Morgan will never feel that way about you.”

“You think?”

“I know. Sometimes you have to be tough, but she can’t always have her way. You know what you’re doing, sweetheart.”

“You know what?”

“What?”

“You’re a great dad, too.”

“We’re a great team. I couldn’t do it without you.”

“We should do it again.”

Eddie laughed.

“I thought we were waiting another year to adopt again.”

“I think we should get started now. Morgan will probably love having a brother or sister.”

“Let’s hope.”

Hello my love! Once more I find myself in your ask box because once more my brain won’t shut up at 3am ❤️ this time I DO have dialogue!

“That sounds a whole lot like I love you.”

“…so it does.” “I love you.” (I imagine these last two lines being said by the same person, possibly with a pause between.)

Hello again my star ✨

Steve knew he fell fast and hard, he did it with everyone.

But he promised himself he wouldn’t say it until Eddie did, couldn’t risk telling him that he loved him only to be shut down, not with him.

Being with Eddie was different in every way, and Steve couldn’t imagine a day where they wouldn’t be together.

But it’s been six months, and Eddie hasn’t said it.

Sometimes, Steve’s sure that he does, and he’s tempted to just say it and hope for the best, but he holds himself back.

He’s currently watching Eddie play something on his guitar, a song he’s never heard him play before.

“What’s that song?” He finally asked.

“Hm?” Eddie stopped playing and looked up, almost looking surprised that Steve was still in his bed. “Oh. Just a song I’m writing.”

“Does it have words yet?”

“Some.”

“Can I hear?”

Eddie blushed, which was unusual in itself, especially when it came to music. He was confident in the best way, and loved showing off the best skill he had.

“It’s not finished.”

“That’s okay.”

“Uh. Okay.”

Eddie started playing again, and then he started singing what was probably a chorus.

The words were…romantic? Steve had never heard him write something about love before. Sex, sure, but not love.

His heart started racing, he felt his hands getting sweaty.

When Eddie finished, Steve took a moment to collect himself, didn’t want to embarrass himself.

“That sounds a lot like an I love you.”

Fuck, what was he saying?

“Hm. So it does.” Eddie smiled softly at him before setting the guitar to the side and leaning into Steve’s space. “I love you, Stevie.”

“You do?”

“I do. I have for so long. Sorry I didn’t say it sooner.”

“I-“

“You don’t have to say it back if you aren’t ready. Even if you’re never ready, I’ll still be here loving you.”

“Eds, I love you so much. I was scared to say it before you so I’ve been holding it in for months.”

“Months? Sweetheart, you should’ve said.”

“Well. I’ll just say it again now. I love you.”

Eddie laughed and leaned in, kissing the freckle on his nose and then his lips.

“Loved you for so long, and I’m gonna tell you everyday from now on so you never have to be scared, okay?”

“Okay.”

Hello my love! I’m here asking for more even if this is not what you mean because yesterday and today have both been DAYS and I’m shaking because of overstimulation SO.

That thing? When the skin around your nails gets dry? And catches on that specific type of fabric? And it pulls at your SOUL until you want to shrivel up and die? That. Can you write something with that? Or something with one of the boys getting overstimulated to the point they can’t do anything for fear they’re going to act out in a “Bad Way” (aka yelling, hitting, crying, etc.) and the other helps talk them down somehow? I don’t completely know if I know what I’m asking for but if you want a prompt:

“Everything’s just too much and if I do anything other than sit here I feel like something bad’s gonna happen.”

(As I was typing that something loud fell and my heart jackrabbited so now I’m shaking even more so. That’s fun. Sorry if I’m not as expressive as usual but I literally Cannot rn)

I’m sorry Too Much™️ was going on my star ✨ Today will be better because I said so!!!

Steve knew it was a bad day before he even got out of bed. He was tempted not to get out of it, actually.

But he had work, and he had his afternoon class at the community college, and he promised Dustin he’d bake cookies for his Hellfire meeting.

So he went to work, he went to his afternoon class, and then he rushed home to bake the apple cinnamon oatmeal cookies.

He put the oven mitt on to take them out of the oven and the mitt brushed just right over a hangnail, causing him to shiver with displeasure and take the mitt off.

He wanted to crawl out of his skin.

He shut off the oven and used a towel to pull the baking sheet out, giving up on baking more even though he had enough dough for another two dozen.

Dustin could live with this.

He walked into the living room, sat down on the couch, and pulled his knees to his chest, trying to focus on slow, steady breathing.

Eddie would be home any minute.

He thought about the last time he’d had a day like this, how he ended up having to lay flat on the floor with just a t-shirt on while Eddie sat next to him, not touching, just there.

He hoped it didn’t come to that.

When Eddie walked in, he took one look at Steve and knew.

“Want me to sit with you, sweetheart?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie sat down carefully, not wanting to jostle him too much or accidentally touch him in a way he wasn’t ready for.

“Can I hold your hand?”

Eddie spoke softly, barely more than a whisper.

Steve nodded.

Eddie took his hand gently, lacing their fingers together loosely.

“Did something happen?”

“No. Just woke up like this. Got worse. Don’t wanna move. Don’t want anything else to happen.”

“Okay, love. We can sit right here as long as you need.”

Steve relaxed further into the couch, closing his eyes and not thinking about the way his jeans felt on his legs, how they were rough in the wrong places when he sat down, rubbing against his ankles and knees wrong.

Everything felt wrong.

“Need these off.”

Steve pulled his hand from Eddie’s and standing up.

Eddie watched as he stripped them off, but didn’t say anything.

“Floor.”

Eddie nodded and stood up from the couch as Steve went to his spot on the floor.

“Pillow?”

Steve shook his head.

Eddie sat next to him, held his hand out so Steve could take it if he wanted.

He seemed to relax a bit when Steve finally did.

“I love you, Stevie. I’m right here if you need anything.”

“Love you.”

They stayed there for at least an hour, but Eddie didn’t complain.

He never complained.

Steve always made his way out of it, every sound and touch finally felt normal again after a while.

And Eddie was there to hold him and talk to him when he did.

Hello my love! ❤️ Another one because I love what you do with these, but please let me know if I’m being annoying- I’ll stop!

“Nope. Nuh-uh. I refuse. I won’t do it. And nothing you can say will change my mind.”

“Please?”

“…goddammit. Fine”.

Please keep sending them as long as you want to my star ✨

Eddie understood why Steve didn’t go to his shows.

They were loud and the lights were too much and the people crowding around him made him nervous.

He always got a migraine.

So Eddie didn’t ask, and he was okay with it. It was a genuine health reason, it’s not like he was just skipping on it because he didn’t want to support him.

But this one was important.

The bar owner in Indy tipped him off that a rep from a record label was gonna be there, checking out his band and another musician who usually opened for everyone.

He was nervous and he wanted his boyfriend there, okay?

He’d even bought him the nicest set of noise canceling ear plugs he could find.

But Steve was adamant about not going.

“Nope. Nuh-uh. I refuse. I won’t do it. I’m not going. Nothing you do is gonna change my mind.”

And then Eddie realized he had something very powerful in his wheelhouse to get his way.

He looked up at Steve from his spot on the couch, eyes wider than ever, bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

“Please, sweetheart?”

Steve sighed, rubbing his forehead like he already had a migraine.

Then, he smiled and straddled Eddie’s lap.

“Goddammit. Fine. I’ll go.”

Eddie squeezed his hips.

“You can have anything you want. Name it, it’s yours.”

Steve tilted his head at him, smile softening as he leaned in for a quick kiss.

“I just want you to be happy, baby.”

“Always happy with you, you know that.”

“Oh, there is something else I want!”

Eddie squinted his eyes at him, but kept smiling, couldn’t help smiling at Steve, with Steve, for Steve.

“I want your last name.”

Eddie was silent, frozen at the implication.

“You mean…”

“Yeah. Can’t legally get married, but I can legally change my last name.”

“Stevie…”

“I mean, we don’t have to. It’s just an idea. I do want it, but-“

Eddie cut him off with a kiss that turned dirty fast.

“Yeah, sweetheart. You want it, it’s yours.”

Hello my love! Another one for you. I’m thinking this one is gonna be funnier, either high (on meds?) or sleep-talking, maybe?

“Eds. The purple elephants are back.”

“Okay, Stevie.”

“Eds. They have tutus.”

Oh my god my star ✨😂 (also thank you so much for your kind words on the reblog I am genuinely not even sure what to say I love you ❤️❤️❤️ also yes turnaround was very much the right word 😊)

Steve always fell asleep when they smoked together, usually before the weed really even hit him.

But Eddie was usually wide awake for hours, slowly working his way through an album or two and eating a bag of chips.

Steve moved in his sleep, his arm coming out to rest on Eddie’s stomach.

He smiled down at the hand, but otherwise ignored the movement. Steve was out like a light, and Eddie probably would be too when he finished snacking.

“Eds. The purple elephants are back.”

Eddie’s head snapped to Steve.

Still asleep.

Oh, he was gonna have fun with this.

“Okay, Stevie.”

“Eds. They have tutus.”

“Of course they do. For their ballet show.”

Eddie was doing his best to keep a straight face.

“They aren’t wearing slippers.”

“Oh?”

“Boots.”

“Are they dancing, sweetheart?”

Steve didn’t respond for a minute, brows furrowing in his sleep.

“They might be hippos.”

Eddie lost it.

He sat up, hysterical laughter making him nearly choke on the chip he’d been chewing on.

Steve still didn’t wake up, though his hand curled into a fist against Eddie’s stomach and he turned his whole body towards him in bed.

“We should dance.”

Eddie slowly calmed down and watched and Steve’s face settled back to completely relaxed, his hand flatting back out.

“We will, love. Every day if you want.”

Hello my love! For the headcanon thingy:

“Kintsugi is a Japanese process of fixing broken pots with gold. You’re not broken, my love, you’re lined with gold.”

Obviously feel free to change the wording if you need to ❤️ and feel free to tell me if this is not at all what you mean by headcanon thingy! 😂 but I know I’ll love whatever you do! ❤️

Hello my star ✨ I’m gonna change the wording just a bit but only because I think it works here and I hope you agree

Steve wasn’t always super smart in the ways that everyone else was. He’d come to terms with being smart in his own ways, it was fine.

He mixed up words for things a lot, and Robin was kind enough to blame it on the concussions, but he’d always done it.

Eddie was the first one to not correct him on something, though.

It’s not that everyone was mean, they just weren’t very quiet about it, and it was pretty fucking embarrassing being called out in the middle of a grocery store for saying ‘line of bread’ instead of ‘loaf of bread.’

But Eddie was quiet, usually waited until everyone was gone to correct him gently.

Steve loved him.

But still, once in a while, he felt pretty stupid. Especially when he just flat out forgot a word.

“Dustin, grab the…the…uh.”

“The what?! I can’t read your mind!”

“Um. It’s the thing you use to drain the pasta.”

Steve could feel his face flush as Dustin snorted and everyone stared.

“The colander? The strainer? Either of those would work.”

Eddie stepped in quickly, face red with anger.

“You got what he meant when he described it right?” Dustin gulped and nodded. “Then why the fucking attitude? Why make him feel bad for something he can’t control?”

Steve left before he could hear more.

He loved Eddie for sticking up for him, but he didn’t wanna be there for the fall out and awkward apologies. Not right now.

A few minutes later, Eddie knocked on his bedroom door.

Steve let him come in once he was assured no one was with him.

He sat down next to him and stayed silent for a few minutes, letting his hand rub Steve’s thigh slowly.

“You ever hear about that Japanese thing? Where the gold goes in the cracks of broken pottery?”

“Yeah. It’s like katsugar or something.”

“Kintsugi.”

“Right.”

“I think you’re kind of like that. Like the gold is flowing through all the pieces of you that you think are broken, and I just get to watch you shine.”

“I am broken though. Or I wasn’t made right in the first place.”

“I don’t think anyone’s made right. I think a lot of people think they know what right is and expect everyone to be like that, but they miss the gold in the cracks. They miss the parts that fixed themselves with something beautiful.”

Steve looked at Eddie, taking in his words, processing it all.

“I’ve got a lot of cracks.”

“No, sweetheart. You’ve got a lot of gold.”