This is Robin and robin’s QPP steve and Steve’s husband eddie and Eddie’s boyfriend argyle and argyle’s life partner jonathon and Jonathon’s girlfriend nancy and nancy’s wife robin
autistic steve who accidentally flirts with everyone he meets because he is an overly active listener, makes too much eye contact and fidgets with things while he talks to people
and eddie who suddenly understands all the girls that would gossip about how smooth king steve is because having 110% of steve’s attention is overwhelming
What are some tropes we don’t see enough of in steddie fics? I started a fic for the spooky season to try and break free from some of my common clichés. What are we missing?
The angsty potential of eddie surviving but immediately being put in prison and about to get trialed for triple homicide is honestly so so underused imo
“That’s an awful idea” Gareth states from the other side of the room.
“It’s not as bad as the one he had for the Leave You music video,” Jeff adds helpfully.
“It’s one of our biggest hits,” Frank chimes in.
Eddie is just waiting for the band to reach the right conclusion.It’s such a bad idea that it actually makes it a genius one. Eddie knows it and he’s known it ever since he woke up in the middle of the night with it forming in his brain.
They need another hit. Eddie has just the song for that, called Hate That I Loved You, about all the times he failed at love. Which were… a good amount.
The song is good. Harsh, loud, heartbreaking. Eddie might’ve cried when he first played it acoustic on his guitar, all alone after getting dumped by his last boyfriend.
It’s about how he’s never good enough for anyone. It’s raw.
“Fine, let’s do it,” Gareth finally gives in and Eddie just smiles. His idea is as painful as the song. He’s going to call his exes and ask them to be in the music video. The song is not so much about them, it’s more about Eddie himself, but he likes the dramatic effect of having to face all his mistakes in one day as he sings his heart out.
He knows the tabloids will eat that shit up. He knows it’s the push the band needs to blow up and exactly the edgy, weird shit everyone expects from them He’s willing to take one for the team. He’s doing it
Pre production rolls around quickly, Chrissy is too damn good at her job, and soon it’s time for Eddie to do the hard part. He needs to call the exes and ask them.
He has six in total, he will be happy if he gets five to participate, but will settle for four. Knows two are harder.
David, Sean and Pedro are in from the start. It’s not surprising, really, they broke up in friendly terms, still talk sometimes, and are happy to indulge Eddie’s crazy ideas. Always had been.
His first no comes with Josh. He thought it was an easy yes but he was wrong.
Josh is happily married and not looking for any drama in his life and Eddie means drama. He can’t argue. Eddie winces as he remembers serenading Josh while high out of his mind, making noise under his dorm window like an idiot. Josh hangs up before Eddie can beg and that’s it.
That leaves him with 3 yes and 2 that he doesn’t know. Despite still being hurt by the break-up, Eddie calls Lou first. Lou is… Hard. His voice sends chills down Eddie’s spine and he almost chickens out. He’s the one that set Eddie off with this song, to begin with.
He’s the one that makes Eddie feels like he’s far from being enough. He’s the one who told Eddie he was selfish and unlovable and Eddie knows he still feels it as Lou flirts with him through the phone.
He’d never been good to Eddie but he was what Eddie thought he deserved it.
“Of course I’ll star in your video, babe,” Lou agrees easily and Eddie wishes he’d said no. Eddie thinks there’s still time for him to back down from the idea. Knows the guys would understand. Knows they all remember having to drag Eddie out of bed after a week of wallowing.
He stands his ground. Thinks this might be what he needs to get over Lou. To get him out of his system forever.
He also stands his ground because he knows the next number by heart. Had known it for the past 7 years and couldn’t really get rid of it.
His brain cling to Steve just like his heart had.
He feels dizzy as the line rings and feels like he’s going to faint as Steve’s voice comes through the speaker.
“Hello?”
“Steve, hey. It’s, um, it’s Eddie.”
The silence is so loud Eddie thinks he’s gone deaf.
“Eddie?”
“Munson. You know, from-”
“I know,” Steve’s voice gets so small Eddie wishes he had never called. “What…”
Whatever question he has dies on Steve’s throat and Eddie doesn’t blame him.
“Sorry to call like that. I, um, I need a favor?”
“…ok?”
Eddie explains it all. He talks about the band, the song, the video idea. He talks for almost ten minutes and he just keeps going because he can hear Steve’s breathing on the line.
“So, that’s it. You can say no, no hard feelings but I… would like if you said yes”
It feels like a low blow, but Steve says yes and Eddie pushes the guilt away from his brain. He’ll get to see Steve soon. Less than a week. He can’t help the butterflies blooming on his stomach.
also on ao3 cw: dub con possibly (they’re both high but v into it); nonexplicit sex
It’s midnight.
The sky is dark, spotted with stars that shine clearly above the dark town, and the treetops of the woods cover the Harrington home, windows dark except Steve’s bedroom, dimly glowing from the golden lamps on either side of his bed. But Steve and Eddie aren’t on the bed; they barely ever are, preferring the floor and the worn rug even during long movie nights with the others.
The others aren’t here tonight. It’s just them and the lamps and the stars that they can’t see from inside the house. And the weed. Of course.
i don’t know if i dreamed this thought or not but recently i read the most heartwrenching romantic story from a woman’s perspective and it was written by a man. and i read the most excruciating description of being a son and it was written by a woman. and yes the profundity of experience is irrespective of gender but it also has me thinkin abt that “there’s no man quite like a woman” quote and how we understand each other’s shared experiences far better than most think. but there is something about that longing searching quality of trying to imagine across a societal divide; drawing closer to recognizing one another in a truer sense even if we’re taught there is nothing recognizable in each other. there’s a terribly tragic tenderness in the hard work of human connection
The words slip past Eddie’s mouth and land in the space between them on the couch before they start crawling up Steve’s chest, wrapping themselves around his throat. Too simple. Too big. Too much like what Steve’s been wanting to hear for months, what he’s been imagining Eddie whispering in his ear when it’s just the two of them in a room, like they are now.
Steve hasn’t said anything in return, hasn’t even moved. Just keeps looking ahead, almost hoping that if he stays still, if he keeps his eyes on the TV, Eddie will forget about it.
But Eddie’s looking at Steve with his head lolled to the side, hair all mussed from lying on the couch for hours. His shirt’s riding up his stomach, showing off a little sliver of cartoonish white boxers with little red hearts, and Steve loves him and his stupid boxers so much, he may just pass out.
“You’re pretty,” Eddie says again, a little louder. Probably thinking Steve hadn’t heard him the first time.
2016 was so wack how did mystic messenger, voltron legendary defender, pokemon go, yuri on ice, zootopia, stranger things, and overwatch all come out in like a span of 6 months
some additions: haikyuu was going strong, homestuck ended, harambe, scary clowns, skam season 3, tt by twice, LEMONADE BY BEYONCÉ?????, here come dat boi, damn daniel, BNHA season 1 …. H*MILTON
I’m afraid with the recent death, it’s without a doubt that one of our guests here is a vampire. I’ve narrowed it down between Stacy, who was drinking “red wine” when we got here- Michael, who is goth, or Daniel, who I don’t like.
