returning to tumblr after like 4 years bc elon is too goddamn insufferable
steve singing and dancing to material girl by madonna. he beckons for eddie to join and at first he shakes his head and walks off but steve’s whole demeanor shrinking has him twirling back into the kitchen and belting the bridge as best he can. he even does the little ah ah’s
the crinkles beside steve’s eyes, so happy they’re basically closed, are completely worth his own dignity being taken down a peg. he’s starting to think the munson doctrine can eat shit by the time he’s spun steve around, into his chest. just humming and swaying now.
“this is nice. you’re nice.”
“m’glad you think so.”
“i know so. big softie.”
“hm, me? yeah i guess you’re right.”
“i could get used to sweetie pie eds.”
“eh, worse things to be.”
“are you trying to make me fall in love with you?”
“is it workin’?”
they aren’t dating :)
eddie who thinks he has a good flirty thing goin with his barista. he’s never weird and pushy or anything but there’s a vibe for sure. then he comes in one morning to see his barista /his steve/ giving the exact same treatment to another guy who looks just like him.
only, fuck, like at least 5 years younger. he watches the way steve daps him up and taps his thumb and even worse. he asks abt his family. steve never asked abt eddies family. he can’t hear the response but steve smiles and ducks his head and is he blushing?
eddie might kill himself in this goddamn hippie bullshit coffee shop. he really might. he gets up to the counter to order and steve kinda stumbles seeing him. clears his throat like he’s been caught- which is silly. eddie was obviously just imagining things and got way in over his head about something insignificant and steve is just a flirty guy, trying to be good at his job. so, he shouldn’t feel like this. he should be used to and over feeling this disappointment.
“o-oh hi eddie. that was uhm. that’s joel. a buddy from school.”
“ah. cool.” he hates how cold it sounds. he knows he has no right to be offended and steve’s brow creasing and lips quirking down only amplify the feeling.
“just the usual then?” it doesn’t sound like him. obviously guarded and eddie feels like such a fucking asshole.
“i didn’t know you went to school. but i guess that makes sense because i never asked.”
“yeah. i did. do that. school i mean. obviously.”
“so uh. what was that like?”
any anxiety he was feeling about sounding like an idiot fades from his body when steve’s whole demeanor relaxes at eddies soft tone. and eddie hates himself because he can’t stop thinking about how he wants wants wants. he wants that look only for him. he wants to make it happen every day all the time. he wants to press his thumb under his perfect cheekbone and-
“it was awful honestly. i made some good friends. gained some important knowledge. normal life lesson stuff i guess, but it was…hell, mostly. just too much pressure, i think? anyway, i’m way happier now that i’m out.”
“yeah i tried one semester in community college then dipped. def not for me.”
“that’s fair. what do you do? if you don’t mind me asking?”
“i don’t mind stevie. not at all. i bartend and play gigs on the side when i can.”
“really? that’s so cool. the bartender thing and the other thing. what do you play?”
“guitar mostly. i play for a few bands around here. lotta bar and basement shows. sometimes wedding gigs n stuff. nothing crazy. too old for all that.”
“you can’t be older than 25.” he scoffs.
“you’re such a charmer, sweetheart. i’m 31. can’t thrash around like i used to.”
and steve giggles, which is enough to get eddie trough the winter.
“you’re into a pretty heavy scene then, huh?”
“i dabble in a lot of stuff. but that’s home so yeah.”
“yeah. well i uh. here’s your tea and it was nice seeing you. as always eds.”
“yeah you too stevie. see ya.”
he’s conflicted. that was. it’s definitely not how he expected his morning to go. he’s still feeling lingering jealousy which he knows is out of jurisdiction but it’s there anyways. he’s elated that he got to talk to steve for that long.
it’s made his infatuation grow which isn’t a great thing bc its already unreasonable but steve is so pretty and he makes eddie feel so special and when he looks at him like that he can’t help but hope that it means something.
hammer and nail
eddie thinks steve is the hammer, he is the nail. he’s smaller and pathetic and a sniveling virgin loser who’d happily let steve beat him to hell just to feel his hands on him.
vs steve who thinks eddie is the hammer and his heart is the nail. he’s through with ‘casual’, his life was oversaturated with it and it’s not him. never has been. he’s tired of hiding his feelings. he can’t offer it. all he’s got is complete devotion. he’s done. eddie is it for him.
just eddie scared of steve physically but still willing to endure the pain anyway and steve being terrified of eddie emotionally but still willing to endure that pain anyway.
but yknow it’s fine, they eventually talk it out and all that angst is sinking sand through the grate in the floor. a cold wash of relief follows and sweeps all remaining doubt right down with it. they are in lourve.
GET. AI. OUT. OF. FANDOM. Stop making headcanons with it, stop making fanfic with it, stop making fanart with it. If I see one more "asking chatgpt *blank* about *character/characters in a fandom* I'm going to lose my goddamn mind. Use your own fucking brain, stop asking AI to do everything. You could even ask other real people what they think. Just. Stop. Using. AI. In. Creative. Spaces.
Matt Murdock’s little :[ frown has Kermit face scrunch energy, don’t change my mind about this
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23.9.20
"are you okay" girl i am on ao3 looking for fanfiction from my comfort ship when i was 12 what do you think
need more eddie being a dealer content in my life. gimme eddie rolling all of steve’s joints for him. i need eddie who can eyeball an eighth easy peasy. eddie who only does house calls for people he just wants to hang out with.
My brain whenever I try to read peoples keyboard smashes
ALL 👏🏾 OF 👏🏾 THEM 👏🏾
23 • mainly steddie but i’m an equal opportunity kinda guynsfw • i’m not checking accts for ages. if you’re here when u shouldn’t be, cope. ghost_maloney on ao3 but i don’t write much
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