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rottenaero · 10 months

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You say Siren Eddie, I say Diver/Tour Guide Steve

You say Steddie in an aquarium, and I bring you ‘the owners don’t know Eddie’s a siren, and the staff keep going missing. Someone takes him out of the tank so Steve can clean it except they never actually got him out, and he didn’t notice cause the tanks so damn big, so Steve’s stuck in there with this thing that’s been after their staff.’

The aquarium is closed over the weekend too, so unless Eddie releases him, he’ll die when his oxygen goes out.

Something something Eddie makes sure the other fish in the tank stay away, especially the more aggressive ones, and lets steve go when he has thirty minutes of air left.

And since Steve didn’t disappear, the owner keeps assigning him that tank. And Eddie keeps following him around as he cleans up all the bones that are seemingly human, and making jabs that he can barely respond to, plus bringing him some dead fish and shells.

The disappearances continue until the owner is like ‘Okay Robin I need you to go in with Steve to make sure something doesn’t happen to him.’

They get in the tank and Eddie is immediately attempting to murder her, his fins are up gills are flaring, and Steve has to hold him back.

“Stop being so goddamn hostile!!” It comes out warbled and muffled because of the mask, and the fact that they’re in water.

Robins going forward and Eddie is making a shrieking kind of noise, when she gets too close he starts snapping his teeth and Steve pinches him hard.

He stops shrieking, and instead yelps, “Ah, what the fuck man?!”

“You were trying to eat her!”

“What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck…” Robin backtracks to the wall of the tank.

“So? Why’s she even down here? You’re the cleaner.”

“Cause people keep disappearing.”

“We’ve already established I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Yeah, but they don’t know that. They don’t even know it’s because of you.”

He doesn’t kill her, and she keeps coming to the cleanings but stays far away from Eddie. The disappearances stop, and the owner decides that he doesn’t have to clean the tank as often.

Eddie starts missing him, so whenever Steves in-front of his exhibition, he’ll press his face against the glass and just stare at him creepily.

Maybe it’d be funny if he yelling his name and banging on the glass.

“Steve!”

His eyelid twitches, but he continues with his facts for the kids in-front of him. There’s bangs on the glass behind him. “Hey, I’m talking to you!”

I just think it’d be neat.

Bonus point if the party are all kids who’s parents work there, and they get brought to work everyday after school.

#do you see the vision???#steves talking to a coworker by the tank and he’s glaring at them while making his bubble rings #nancy is there to do a report on the disappearances and comes back a couple times to talk to steve #anytime her eyes get a littlr glazed he has to bang on the glass so eddie knows to knock it off #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things ficlet #steddie ficlet #crisisinverted17

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months

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Steve and Nancy are both badasses. They are THE power couple. Robin wholeheartedly agrees. It becomes a problem, however, when Steve and Nancy get called into the principals office to take their daughter home.

Barb: But Daddy, you and Mommy always said not to lie.

Steve: Yeah, but you can't go around telling kids that your parents can kick their asses.

Barb: Why?

Steve: Because you can't.

Barb: But why?

Steve: *sigh* Because it looks bad when grown-ups hurt children.

Barb: So, I could have kicked their ass!

Nancy: *struggling not to laugh* Language!

Barb: Mommy, you told me that if someone needed help that I should help them, and that kid was being mean to Annie.

Nancy: I did say that. Next time, though, get a teacher.

Barb: I did that before, but they didn't do anything. They said that because they didn't see it, they couldn't do anything. *gasp* Mommy, can I film them?

Steve: *proudly* She's going to grow up and break into a lab, isn't she? Are you going to become a world-famous reporter like Mommy?

Barb: No, I want to be a lesbian like Aunt Robin! I want to learn all the languages like her!

Nancy: *laughing* I think you mean linguist, dear.

Steve: But if you ever do realize that you're a lesbian, we'll support you no matter what.

Barb: What if I want to be a spider? Would you still love me if I was a spider?

Steve: Yes, we would still love you if you were a spider.

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #nancy wheeler x steve harrington #stancy #stancy parents #robin buckley #lesbian robin buckley #robin & steve #platonic stobin #robin is forever the biggest Stancy shipper #their kid spents a lot of time with robin #nancy is a world famous reporter #steve is a stay at home dad #incorrect stranger things quotes #rueleigh writes

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steddilly · 1 year

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We all know why Nancy followed Steve into the lake first and not Robin, right? That it’s the same reason Nancy attacked the vines when they had Robin first and not Steve, right? Nancy is a woman of action, and Steve and Robin were both paralysed with fear at the thought of losing their person.

#Platonic Stobin #Platonic with a capital P #steve harrington #robin buckley #steve and robin #robin and steve are platonic soulmates #robin and steve are each other’s platonic ride or die #but they will absolutely freeze at the thought of losing the other #the scenes almost parallel each other #I see what you were doing Duffer brothers #nancy wheeler #almost forgot about our local reporter

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unfinishedslurs · 1 year

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Spiderman au (stoncy)

Jonathan makes sure to check that the ally is well and truly empty before he pulls his mask up. Christ, he wouldn’t have become Spider-Man if he’d known how hot the suit would be. And not in the fun way people like to joke about. He chugs his water, and debates pouring some over his head. Sadly he needs it to hydrate. He slowly drinks the rest like a good superhero.

That’s still insane to him. Even after years of experience, he still sometimes thinks he’s going to wake up and it will all have been a bad dream.

Nancy told him she got into investigative reporting after her best friend went missing. She was found a year later, body deteriorating inside the restricted area of a government lab that had faces a chemical leak. A leak they tried their best to cover up.

Her first article is under someone else’s name. He’s read it. It’s incredibly good for a seventeen year old burning with righteous fury. It’s obvious that she was meant for this, built for finding the cracks and burrowing deeper until she pulls the ugly truth.

He respects her deeply. He just wishes that he wasn’t the crack she’s focusing on.

“You’ve spoken to him though, Jonathan,” she says, eyes pleading. “If anyone could get me an interview, it would be you!”

And have her recognize him instantly? No thanks.

“Nancy, seriously. He doesn’t want an interview.”

“But if I could just talk to him-”

“No, Nance.”

He knows her first regret will always be Barb. Her second, though? The ex-boyfriend who also went missing after agreeing to some extremely shady treatment for his terminal cancer. Unlike Barb, she never got closure for that one. She still doesn’t know what happened to him. She tracked him as far as the facility they’d taken him to, but it exploded long before she got there. Presumably with Steve inside.

He knows she still holds out hope. They never identified his body she’d whispered to him once after too many drinks at an office party. I checked the records. They don’t know for certain if he was still in it.

The next day she told him she knew it was a stupid wish. Even if the explosion hadn’t killed him, the cancer would have by now. But he knows Nancy. She’ll never stop wondering.

“So how’d you get yours?” Deadpool asks, swinging his legs cheerfully over the ledge.

“My Chimichanga? You gave it to me.”

He can practically see Deadpool roll his eyes behind his mask. “No, smartass. Your powers.”

That’s a loaded question. If he’s too specific it would be easy to find out who he is. But it’s not like it would be with anyone else, is it? Deadpool’s a hero too, no matter how much anti he puts in front of it. And they’re friends, or something like it. Friendly enough for him to let the other man slap his ass at least.

“I got bit by a radioactive spider.”

“No,” he gasps, whipping his head towards Jonathan. “No fucking way. Seriously?”

“I’m being completely serious!” He promises, starting to laugh. It really does sound ridiculous out loud. “I was on this field trip at the place my mom’s ex-boyfriend worked at, and it got out and bit me!”

“Field trip? Oh my God, you were a fucking baby. No wonder your mom broke up with that guy.”

That sobers him up quick. “He was actually a really nice guy,” he says quietly, looking down at his hands. “He, uh…he died, actually.” Saving my brother, he doesn’t say. The failure still bleeds in his chest. He should have been stronger. Bob didn’t deserve the way he died, ripped apart by the Green Goblin because they’d been after him.

His mom doesn’t blame him, but she should.

“Shit,” Deadpool swears, reaching towards Jonathan as if to comfort before thinking better of it and pulling away. “Shit, I shouldn’t have said that, sorry. Me and my big fucking mouth.”

“It’s more trouble than you’re worth,” Jonathan agrees, and ignores the protest that gets. “What about you? How’d you get your powers?”

Deadpool takes the deflect with grace, eager as Jonathan to get the awkwardness behind them. “Oh, me? Great story, you’re gonna love this. So I was dying from cancer, right?”

He wasn’t expecting that, almost choking on the chimichanga he’d taken a bite of.

“Gross, man. Chew it, don’t spew it.”

“You have cancer and you’re out here doing all this?”

“I had cancer,” he corrects. “Terminal. There was no saving me, yanno? And I…well, I got desperate.”

Jonathan sucks in a breath. He knows exactly what kind of things desperation lead to.

Deadpool huffs a laugh. “Yeah,” he agrees, even though Jonathan hasn’t said anything. “Stupid of me, I know. Shoulda just kicked the bucket like a respectable motherfucker. But no, I just had to track down some shady research facility that promised to try and find a cure for me. You know how that goes, right? But, well…” He raises a fist, dropping it slowly down before he opens it near his thigh, making an explosion noise with his mouth. “Rock fucking bottom, amiright? I was gonna die anyway. Why not add human experimentation to my bucket list?”

“So it worked?”

“So it worked?” He mimics, in a high-pitched voice that sounds nothing like Jonathan. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“How’d you get superpowers from it?”

“I was getting to that. So it worked, right? But the cure they used…it wasn’t designed to stop the cancer. Not really. No, what they did was turn me into a mutant. I’m basically an X-Men by now. X-Man? Point is, not dying did not come naturally. And once they brought it out of me, they made sure to test it. Again, and again, and again.”

Suddenly his chimichanga doesn’t look too good anymore. He hands it to Deadpool, who takes it with enthusiasm.

“Thanks, man, how’d you know I was still hungry? Anyway, I escaped, obviously. Took the whole organization down with me. By the time I left, whole building was in flames. Now I’m hunting down the survivors.” He takes a bite. “Y’sure you don’ wan dish?” He asks through a mouthful of food.

“I’m good.”

He swallows. “Your loss, I guess. This is fucking delicious. Sorry to be a moodkiller and run, but I’m afraid I have an appointment with a very small, very blind landlady. Toodles!”

He leaves Jonathan there at a loss for words. He can’t even make a sound to protest. All he can do is watch as Deadpool jumps straight down from the roof, only barely bothering to slow his fall so he doesn’t break his leg. Not that it would matter much if he did. Jonathan stays on the roof, processing, until he hears a woman cry for help a few streets away.

He hits his web-shooters. Crime never sleeps in the city.

It’s only when he’s in bed that he realizes he’s heard that story before.

The next time he sees Nancy, he’s a mess.

“You ready to shoot?” She asks, setting a coffee on his desk with a smile. It falters when all he does is stare back. “Jonathan?”

Ready to shoot? Right. Photography. His job. His job he works at with Nancy. Nancy, whose ex-boyfriend may or may not be the guy who has slapped his ass and flirted with him on numerous occasions. Fuck. He’s going insane. He’s losing his fucking mind. Deadpool probably isn’t even Steve and all this will be for nothing.

“Your ex-boyfriend,” he blurts out. She rears back, startled. “He had cancer, right?”

“Steve?” She shakes her head, not in disagreement but in confusion. “What does he have to do with anything?”

“Did he?”

Her mouth twists in displeasure. He doesn’t blame her, that was a terrible fucking way to start ��Hey, your dead boyfriend might not be so dead after all!” He wishes he could bang his head on his desk without cracking the table. “I’m not talking about this.”

“Nancy, wait,” he starts, and she shakes her head again.

“I’m going to see if Fred is free, actually,” she says, and hurries away. He groans, and lets his head fall onto his desk anyway. One tiny crack won’t matter, right?

It’ll fit in with all the others.

Nancy avoids him for the next week. By the time he sees Deadpool again, he’s even more of a mess.

“Spidey!” He greets, blood dripping off his sword. “I know I ask this every time, but I just gotta check, man. You seen anyone named Brenner around?”

“Still a no, sorry.”

He sighs, wiping off his blade before sticking it back in the sheath. “Worth a shot.”

“Do you ever talk to people from your old life?” Jonathan blurts out. “Before you became a superhero?”

Deadpool shrugs nonchalantly, but he can’t pass off the tension in his shoulders. “They all think I’m dead,” he says. “It’s better that way.”

“Didn’t you have a girlfriend? Or friends? Parents?”

“Friends, not really. Parents, no. Girlfriend…she’s better off this way.” He says, counting on his fingers. He laughs bitterly. “I stopped talking to my parents before I even got diagnosed, and my only friend was my girlfriend. I dumped all the other ones for being assholes after…well, some shit went down, and they were real dicks about it, that’s all I’m gonna say.” He turns to Jonathan, suspicious. “Why the third-degree?”

“What’s dying like?”

“Pretty chill, actually,” he says. Jonathan turns to look at him, and he gets the impression Deadpool is grinning. “Don’t get me wrong, the dying part? That fucking suuuuuucks. But Death itself isn’t so bad. I usually just chill with Her for a while before She sends me back.”

“...Her?”

“Oh yeah, The Lady loves me. We’re besties.”

“You’re besties,” he repeats flatly. “With Death.”

“What? Like that’s so hard to believe, Mr. Radioactive Spider?”

He’s got him there. “What’s Death like then? The…Lady, or whatever.”

“Well, first of all, she’s a massive lesbian.”

Jonathan should have known nothing that came out of his mouth would be fucking normal. “I’m leaving.”

“No, wait!” Deadpool grabs his arm. “I’m being serious! Death is a lesbian, she loves birds and prefers to go by Robin, and we’re apparently soulmates.”

“…are you a girl?”

“No?”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“C’mon, Spidey, open your mind.” If he could see his face, he knows that bastard would be smirking at him. “We’re not romantic. She actually hated me at first. I mean we’re literally tied together by the universe. Whatever souls are made of, hers and mine are the same.’

“Is that Emily Bronte?”

“Look who paid attention in high school english!”

He misses his bed.

#Spiderman au #stoncy #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #jonathan byers #photographer jonathan #i kept seeing all these posts like ‘Steve is Spiderman’ ‘Eddie is Spiderman’ well I would like to submit my take #Jonathan byers as spiderman #Nancy as both reporter mj and Vanessa (is that Deadpool’s gfs name?)#Steve as deadpool #Robin as Lady Death bc I saw something that said in the comics deadpool can’t die bc death is in love with him and I said hmmm I can stobin #I had a lot of fun writing this can you tell #stranger things fanfic

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will80sbyers · 1 year

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Could be a fake scene, could be not stranger things 5 related... but if it is this is my interpretation:

They are not a couple, yet. Eddie/Steve has an offer for a job as some kind of model or actor for something. He talks about being like a monkey in a zoo so he is being observed by people and he finds it embarrassing. The girl wants to take this opportunity to become someone and is pissed that Steve is so pretty that they just give stuff to the bastard. She tells him he's not stupid so if she's Steve's future girlfriend I really like her already!! She asks him to let her do it and he accepts, they probably have to film something together like a skit or an audition... I think she's talking about covering his ass at work because they would have to leave during work hours... Makes more sense than the military hypothesis to me... Idk

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«So, when do you start?»

«I... Yeah... Um... I'm not gonna do it.»

«Wh- what?! What the fuck are you talking about??? What?!»

«Look, there are a million ways to humiliate yourself and I gotta think of a new way? I mean, it's all day! Every day! I mean, I'm gonna be like a monkey in a zoo! »

«Yeah!»

« I just, I can't.»

«Oh my god! They couldn't pick me, of course, they just had to pick you!»

«Wait a second, wait, you would do this?!»

«I would do it in a second. I would do it in a hot second, are you kidding? Like... oh my god. Look, let me ask you something... »

«Why do you do that?»

«What do you mean?»

«Whenever you ask me something you always say, "let me ask you something", I mean why don't you just ask me...? »

«Okay. Fine! Fine! Let me ask you something... are you happy like this?»

(unsure) «y- yeah, I'm doing alright...»

«Oh, yeah? You're just happy being a videostore clerk for the rest of your life? This... this is your big ambition!? Okay. Fine. You're just gonna oh! Re-arrange the (????) section! Cool!

«You know what? Screw off!» (Steve wouldn't tell this to someone he was dating if they were good so they are not together yet)

«No! You don't realize how important this is! »

«Do you know how many opportunities you're gonna get in your life?»

«No, I have no idea!»

«Yeah, you don't know, exactly! You have no idea!»

«Doors don't just fly open for people like us!»

«Hey! You know what? You and I are not the same. I actually like my life, it's a good life, okay? This job suits me, I come, I go! It's all good.»

«Oh, c'mon, c'mon, don't bullshit a bullshitter. Alright?» (maybe she is a bullshitter because she's an actress as a character )

« If you're happy like this, you're an idiot. I know that you're not an idiot. » (sweet!) «Look, why don't you just let me do it? You know... I'm begging you. I need a break! Look, I'll cover your ass, I will ride shotgun, I will do everything, just bring the cameras over to me okay? And I will make something happen for the both of us, I swear! C'mon, Eddie!»

«Alright!»

«Yes?!»

«Yeah!»

#steve harrington #st5 leaks #st5 spoilers #stranger things #byler #steve is becoming an actor?#a news reporter for the tv?#stranger things 5 spoilers #st5 production #auditions

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imongmamabitch · 2 years

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In the rain (Steve Harrington x male reader)

...notes : so uh, i totally lied about going to post regularly. (no i didn't, i just got busy with school)

...contains : angst, an ABBA reference, male!reader, unrequited love, being in the rain, tw for some words that are in caps, no use of (y/n)

You’ve always been in love with Steve, even though you knew it was never meant to be. He liked girls, he’s always liked girls and you… well, you were a guy. Not exactly what Steve’s into, and you’ve accepted that, truly you have but there are times where you think that maybe, just maybe, you had a chance. Maybe you could be with Steve.

Hope is a dangerous thing, everyone knows that.

But you couldn’t help yourself. The longing stares, the lingering touches, the looks… it had to amount to something right? Then again it could be all in your head. You were torn, your head was telling you there was no way he could reciprocate your feelings. Your heart told you otherwise. This internal struggle became louder and louder every minute you spent with Steve.

You were starting to be more withdrawn around him, more quiet. You were detaching yourself from him, how could you not? It hurt to see him go on thousands of dates with other girls, girls you wished could have been you. You went from hanging out with Steve every free time you’ve had to scarcely seeing him at all.

Only seeing each other when the group is hanging out. Steve was not stupid, he could see something’s wrong with you. So when Dustin decided to invite you to help them decode the Russian he’d intercepted, Steve waited for the right moment to confront you about the distance you’ve made between you two.

And that’s how you were in this predicament, in the rain. Robin and Dustin had gone ahead of you, leaving you alone with Steve. “Hey, are you okay?” He asked, stopping you with a hand on your wrist. You swear he’d hear your heartbeat pounding if it weren’t for the pouring rain. “Yeah- yeah, why do you ask?” you kept your eyes away from him, knowing that if you looked at him, you won’t be able to stop yourself.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“No I haven’t, like I said I got busy.”

He wasn’t buying it, “I know you’re not busy, I saw you with Nancy yesterday. You were with the kids 3 days before that and you were with Robin a week ago!” Shit. You haven’t been careful. You should have realized that Hawkins wasn’t a big town. Why didn’t you remember that? It totally slipped your mind.

You stayed silent so Steve continued, “Did I do something? If I did please, just tell me.” You still haven’t said a word, so he sighs and lets go of your wrist. He says your name, his eyes sad, “What did I do?” You shake your head, “You did nothing wrong. I- It’s-” God, why did he have to be so beautiful, even in this rain.

You made the mistake of looking into his eyes, you shouldn’t have done that. Why did you do that? Didn’t ABBA say don’t look into his angel eyes?? You idiot?!

You couldn’t help yourself, you had lost all control. Before you both knew it, your lips were on his. A minute passed, you realized what you’ve done. Pulling away, your back faced him. You were embarrassed. Regret rushing through your veins.

Why did you do that?

WHY did you do that?

WHY DID YOU DO THAT?

“Shit.” you cursed under your breath, your heart pounding for a different reason entirely now. “I’m sorry.” Your words are loud enough for him to hear before you ran.

You didn’t look back, you just ran. You ran and ran and ran, until you were sure you were far away from Steve.

#◛✧˚ · . ataraxia reporting #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x male reader #steve harrington angst #stranger things x reader

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harringrove-prompts · 2 years

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This Steve

With this Billy

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #boxer!steve #reporter!billy #or #mob boss!billy #prompt

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steddieonbigboy · 7 months

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Eddie doesn't realise Steve has been flirting with him because he acts the exact same with Robin. Steve's just like but I've been calling you babe! And Eddie is like yeah you call Robin babe all the time too.

#Steve's like actually i call her babes it's completely different #me and my coworker call each other babes all the time and one of our other coworkers hates it lmao #last shift we were all on together he was like i swear to god if you two don't stop im gonna report you #so ofc we just turned to each other and we're like oh my god babes did you hear that???#steve harrington #eddie munson #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #steddie #steve x eddie #stranger things #mine

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a-nybodys · 1 year

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i wanna see them living together in a 90s sitcom SO BAD

#fruity four #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things #stranger things 4 #ronance #steddie #theyre all gay #eddie is semi-famous working up to being a fully famous rock star on the forefront of the grunge movement #steve is a social worker #robin has a job translating ancient poetry (dont ask me why i came up with that i have no idea)#nancy is a hotshot reporter/journalist for the biggest newspaper of the city they live in #(she interviews eddie a lot without anyone realizing they live together lmao)#thanks for coming to my ted talk #did somebody mention art

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ranwithscissors · 2 years

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I keep reading fanfics that assume that the Family Video Steve and Robin work at is always dead and I’m?????? It’s 1986 that place is BUMPIN’ ok home video and rentals almost KILLED the theater industry the same way streaming services are doing now.

That place is only gonna get busier since the NES just came out in the US and video games were considered expensive to own at the time.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #family video #steve harrington #robin buckley #steddie #ronance #once again tagging ships because that’s where I’m seeing the family video slander #cmon man it’s FAMILY VIDEO in 1986 #not Blockbuster in 2005 #I used to rent game cube games from family video all the time as a kid #they gave you a free rental for every A on your report card #and I was an overachiever

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toomanybandstocare · 2 years

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Since tumblr ate my last one -.-

Melts talk mechanic!Eddie and CEO!Steve with a girlfriend. You normally only visit one or the other, not having time for both. You take turns and this time it was Eddies. You didn’t even bother talking to the receptionist just went straight to the back.

“Babydoll!!” Eddie smiled quickly wiping the black streaks from his hand to cup your face and kiss you. “I brought lunch.” You said holding up a bag and he took it. “Thank you dollface, but-” just as he was about to finish his sentence the bathroom door opened and Steve walked out.

“Love! What’re you doing here?” You smiled as Steve walked over, still in his suit without his blazer. “Came to bring Eddie lunch” Steve chuckled “I came to do the same.” you smiled as Steve leaned down to kiss your head “well, why don’t we all eat together?” Steve said.

Then you spent the day watching Eddie work on cars while Steve was worried he’d hurt himself.

Just imagine how much of a mess their apartment is. When Steve accepted this new job, the three of them moved to Chicago to be closer. Eddie easily found a new garage to work at just outside of the city limits. You have your life as small bakery attendant in downtown. So from all your varying schedules, the nice brown brick apartment is just an organized mess.

Steve has main dibs on the walk in closet that also houses some of your nicer pieces and shoes. You and Eddie share two dressers that are bursting with balled up clothes, because you're both just too tired to care about wrinkles. Small piles of dirty laundry pool at the entrance to main bathroom when either or both of you stumble into the shower after a long day. The only rooms in the place that are always clean are the living room and kitchen. All because Steve nearly dies when their friends visit, and it's any but spotless.

With Steve's up to do job, everyone kind of assumes that you and Eddie take care of the place. And that's further from the truth. Steve knows he has it slightly easier than you two, so he does most of the house care. It also gives him a chance to wind down from work before the two of you come home later in the evening. He meal preps the food, so you can all cook together to whatever album is on. And the three of you rotate who gets to choice the music for the night.

His love language is acts of service, because he wants to truly take care of you guys. And not financially. Steve respects both your independence and individual passions. He means more like having a bath ready for when you get home. He already picked up the rentals for movie marathons when you all have the same day off. Steve packs Eddie's breakfasts and lunches into his grab bag for work, and he doesn't forget Eddie's latest book for down time.

So when Steve knows he has the more flexible schedule for the day, he makes it a point to visit either of you for lunch and check in to make sure neither of you are overworking yourselves. If you are, he has your comfort items and food ready for the evening. Because as much as he hates seeing his favorite people so worn thin, he knows all he can do for the time being is take care of you.

Eddie, on the other hand, is jammed for the day. He barely has time for a lunch break, so when either of you visit him, Eddie is ecstatic. He's become quiet the pro at multi tasking- when ever he's doing a mundane check, he has his book in hand. When the last car of the day rolls out and he's finished his garage chores, Eddie is sprinting to his van to get home to you to.

Eddie's love language is gift giving. So every Friday, he picks up a bouquet of flowers for both his lovers. The flower shop attendant always giggles when he sees the mess of curls bounding into the shop in a huff covered in oil. It's endearing. So every week, they work together to pick or make a bouquet that communicates Eddie's feelings for his partners. It's always specific too. Like one week you call out to take care of him while sick, so he got you a gratitude bouquet. Steve took him out to a rock show as a date, and Eddie got him a passionate combination of flowers.

Eddie has the most days off out of the three of you since the garage hired more trainees. So he spends his free days bouncing from the bakery to the glass sky rise. You and Steve can always tell who Eddie going to visit, and it brings joy to both of you. The night before he always spends a little extra time with the partner he's not visiting this time. And his clothes are always folded up on the end trunk by the foot of the bed. Either a pair of jeans and comfy shirt with his beat up sneakers for bakery visits. Or the single black button down with black slacks and boots when he signs in to see Mr. CEO.

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