July Prompts
Moodboard
Non-smut: A perplexing pumpkin growing competition.
Smut: inn, bell
Random: Find your inspiration from any moment in Once season 7, episode 18, The Guardian
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A reminder for all:
If the prompts are 3-5 words you don’t have to include all of them. Imaginary bonus points if you do :) but zero stress they just have to include a couple in some fashion so it fits the prompt.
If the prompt is a quote you can include it at any point, it doesn’t have to be the opening line.
If the prompt is the image moodboard (multiple images) you can be inspired by one of them, be inspired by two, be inspired by the lot, get a feeling from the thing and not one of the images specifically - it’s all good. There is no wrong way to approach this.
If the images on the moodboard are of Robert or Emilie’s non-rumbelle characters (eg Rush, Macavoy, Claire, Heiro…), don’t feel you have to use that character. They’re just there for a bit of variety.
Anyelle and anyem are welcome if you do want to use them, though!
if you are inspired by the gif prompt, similarly, your creativity is your only limit. It’ll be a real treat to see you might come up with.
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kiss me goodnight
pairing: steve/eddie
word count: 1,4k
july writing challenge: day 4. “tonight, let’s forget about the rest of the world” (other entries)
a/n: wrote two whole steddie fics and then realized I HAVENT EVEN MADE THEM KISS. so. here’s a third fic to rectify that. featuring a steve who tries to flirt and then immediately realizes his mistake, and an eddie who’s actually really good at flirting because you know what? i really like to think he is
set somewhere before the start of season four
Steve doesn’t like going to party’s much anymore. But Robin begs him to come, because Vickie might be there and she’s terrified of going alone, so in the end he gives in.
So there he is, standing in the kitchen of whoever the fuck is throwing this party, drinking whatever the fuck Robin poured into his cup, watching Robin awkwardly try to make eye contact with Vickie in the living room.
He watches her a little longer, sending her ‘just go fucking talk to her’ eyes, and Robin frowning at him from across the room. Eventually he gives up, chucks his red solo cup in the bin, and heads outside for some fresh air.
There, behind a shed in the back of the garden, smoking a cigarette like that’s a normal place to do so, is Eddie Munson.
Steve was aware of Eddie’s existence through most of high school, despite them never talking. It was kind of hard not to be aware of the guy. But he’s never paid much attention, not until Mike and Dustin started attending high school and subsequently Hellfire Club.
Now, he has to hear about Eddie this, Eddie that, nonstop. It should be annoying, but it’s kind of endearing. He’s just glad the boys have found a proper role model to look up to. One that actually shares their nerdy interests and can properly level with them. Unlike Steve, who just zones out the second they start trying to explain their current D&D campaign.
It’s this curiosity with the guy that stole Mike and Dustin’s heart, that makes him walk over. “Got one to spare?” He says, nodding at the pack of cigarettes Eddie’s holding in his hand.
“Sure,” Eddie says, and then does a clear double take when he sees who he’s dealing with. “King Steve, as I live and breathe.”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Lost my crown a long time ago, Munson.” He accepts the cigarette and the lighter Eddie hands him.
“Being a true king is about heart,” Eddie says, dead serious. “And if Dustin’s to be believed, you’ve got plenty of that.”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Dustin’s an idiot,” he says, fondly.
Eddie snorts. “He really is, isn’t he?” He sounds fond, too. It relaxes something in Steve’s shoulders. It’s nice to see the guy his boys care about cares about them, too. “So, what brings you to this neck of the woods? You don’t seem like the type for these kind of parties.” The ‘not anymore’ hangs unspoken between them.
“Robin,” Steve says, and even though that explains nothing, Eddie nods like it’s an acceptable answer. “You?”
“Boredom,” Eddie says, shrugging. He takes a drag of his cigarette, leans back against the wall, and well. Fuck. Fucking fuck fuck. He looks hot.
Listen, Steve’s not an idiot. He knows, deep down, that maybe he’s a little bit into guys, too. There’s been guys before. So his attraction to Eddie Munson really isn’t that weird, all things considered. It’s not like he has to do anything with it.
He lights his own cigarette, takes a drag, and doesn’t miss the way Eddie seems to stare at his hand. “Here,” he says, handing back the lighter, intentionally brushing their hands together.
“Thanks,” Eddie says, quietly, almost breathless. And well. Interesting.
Fuck it, Steve thinks. Fuck it. If he’s going to figure out his sexuality, he might as well do it with Eddie Munson. Worst case scenario, Eddie isn’t into it and they part ways. From what he heard from Dustin and Mike, Eddie’s a decent guy. He wouldn’t rat him out if he wasn’t into it. So why not? Why not give this a shot?
So he puts on the Harrington charm. Leans his arm against the wall next to Eddie’s head. Takes a drag of his cigarette and lets the smoke curl out slowly. Cocks his head, smiles. “You here with anyone?” He asks, and watches as Eddie gulps audibly and cheers internally.
Still got it.
But then something in Eddie changes. He narrows his eyes at Steve for a second, like he’s trying to figure him out, and then he smiles, slowly, wickedly, dangerously. “No,” Eddie says, tilting his head and fluttering his eye lashes. “All alone. Watcha gonna do about it, pretty boy?”
And fuck. Goddamnit. In his admittedly quite terribly thought out plan, he hadn’t really counted on Eddie actually flirting back. He smiling at Steve, slowly inching closer to him, that wicked glint in his eyes that makes Steve’s knees knock together. “I, uh,” he says, eloquently.
Eddie smiles deviously, and pushes himself off the wall, before leaning an arm on either side of Steve’s head. “Don’t worry,” he says, and he’s close, so close, his breath fanning over Steve’s face. “I have some ideas.” And then he’s leaning closer, ever so closer, and oh my god he’s going to kiss Steve and suddenly Steve finds himself panicking.
“What if people see?” He whispers, and while he’s maybe a little concerned about that, he’s mostly concerned he’s not going to survive the feeling of Eddie’s lips on his.
“Don’t worry,” Eddie says, reaching up one of his hands to gently cup Steve’s face, rubbing his thumb over his cheek. “Nobody ever comes here. Tonight, let’s just forget about the rest of the world, yeah? It’s just you and me, baby.” And then his lips finally connect with Steve’s, and Steve is terribly grateful he’s leaning against a wall, because he’s pretty sure his legs would’ve given out otherwise.
The kiss is surprisingly soft, tender. Steve’s pictured kissing men, before, but he always thought it would be rough, more intense. This is surprisingly similar to kissing Nancy.
Or at least, it is until Eddie softly bites down on his lip, and Steve opens his mouth with a gasp, and then Eddie’s deepening the kiss and fucking hell.
Steve never, ever wants to stop doing this.
One of Eddie’s hands is still on his face, but the other has moved to his waist, gripping Steve’s shirt, and Steve feels his own hands flying up, needing to touch, and they come to rest on Eddie’s waist, his skin warm underneath the fabric of his t-shirt.
He would have stayed like that forever, he thinks, if Robin hadn’t chosen that exact moment to come looking for him. Steve pulls away from the kiss when he hears her yelling his name, eyes wide with shock. “That was..” He starts, but he has no words. Eddie’s face is still only inches from his, his lips red and swollen and his pupils blow wide and fuck he wants to kiss him again so badly.
So he does, pulling Eddie close for one last bruising kiss for finally letting go completely. “I’m sorry,” he says, when he hears Robin holler his name again. “I have to go.”
“Yeah,” Eddie says, nodding dazedly, staring at Steve like he’s never seen him before, like Steve suddenly became this whole new person to him. “Yeah, of course. Go.”
So Steve walks away, refusing to look back even though he feels Eddie’s eyes on him the whole way back to the house, and it’s not until later that he realizes Eddie and him never talked about doing that again, sometime, maybe.
“Steve!” Robin yells, jumping on his back out of nowhere. He catches her easily, and walks towards the exit as she excitedly chatters in his ear about the conversation she had with Vickie. It’s not until they’re already in the car, that Robin turns to him with a frown on his face.
“Wait, where were you for most of the night? I didn’t see you for like. A good chunk there.”
Steve pointedly refuses to look at her. “Oh. Just. Catching some air in the yard.”
Robin rolls her eyes. “God, you’ve become so boring. Now come on, let’s go! I’m craving popcorn. You have popcorn, right? Hey, do you want to watch a movie before we go to bed? I am not tired like, at all. Oh, you want to watch Pretty In Pink again? I know you like that movie, don’t lie to me.”
Steve smiles fondly as Robin prattles on, and glances back to the house one last time. Eddie’s nowhere to be seen. Steve takes a deep breath, and starts the car. They might not have really talked about it, but he likes to think this isn’t the end. Just the start of something new.
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