(I Will) Help You
Ngl I’m insanely proud of myself that this is 1) exactly 560 words and 2) I wrote this in ONE morning. I think less than an hour. With that being said, this literally was just a little fun thing for me, so it’s not perfect and I’m not upset about it.
Eddie first notices during a movie night.
The kids had been there, but it had gotten late and they’d all been picked up. Now it was just the older members, and everyone except Steve and Eddie were asleep or fighting it.
Eddie, for his part, likes the movie they are watching, even if he can’t remember the name of it. It was one Steve had suggested, so it makes sense he’d still be awake, too.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Steve’s hand move up to his mouth. He chances a glance over and realizes Steve’s biting at his nail.
He looks back to the movie, because he does find it very interesting, but he finds it hard to focus for the rest of the night.
The next time it happens is another movie night, this one with just Steve and Eddie. It’s one they’ve both seen, so Eddie feels more comfortable breaking the silence this time. “Why do you do that?”
Steve pulls his hand away from his mouth and hums in question as he drags his eyes from the screen in front of them. “What?”
Eddie nods to Steve’s hand. “Why do you do that?”
Steve follows Eddie’s gaze, flushes, and pushes his hand under his leg. “Sorry.”
Eddie tilts his head, leaning the side of it against the back of the couch. “I don’t want an apology. I don’t care if you do it. I just wanted to know why.” He thinks about it. “You don’t do it in front of the kids. I bet you try not to do it in front of us, even.” He shrugs. “Tell me to fuck off if it’s a sensitive subject or whatever. I really am just curious.”
Steve sighs. “No, it’s… I know I shouldn’t, I know it’s… it’s bad, and childish, and gross, and I should stop.”
Eddie hums. “Do you want to stop? Or were you told growing up that it’s all those things?”
“More the second one,” Steve admits. “But I know it’s true. I know it’s gross and looks bad-”
“Steve,” Eddie interrupts, leaning towards him, “I don’t give a shit what your parents said. As long as you’re not hurting yourself, I couldn’t care less what you do.”
Steve takes a breath, chews on his lip. “And… if I do hurt myself?” He asks. “It’s not on purpose,” he swears at Eddie’s expression. “Sometimes I just go too far.”
“Then I’d kiss it better,” Eddie returns with a salacious grin. Steve rolls his eyes and pushes Eddie away by a hand on his face.
He goes easily, relaxing back against the couch and watching Steve. “Maybe it’s not on purpose,” he says. “But does part of you like it?”
Steve furrows his brows. “What do you mean?”
“Do you want me to help you stop? Or is it okay when you go too far?”
Steve looks at his hands. Presses at a nail, one he’d gone too far on. “I don’t like it,” he admits. “I just don’t know how to stop.”
“Do you want help?”
Steve drops his hand, looks at Eddie. Nods. Strangely feels like tearing up. Whispers, “Yeah.”
“Okay,” Eddie whispers back.
With that, they go back to their movie. Eddie feels like something irreversible happened, and suppresses a grin. He also feels like it’s for the better.
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I really love how everyone’s seen @kamonart’s murder ghoul mountain and @aweisz’s creaturified dirt boy and their honest reactions have been to give him scritches, pet him, and willingly let him hunt them down.
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