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Steve as cupid shooting dildo arrows into Eddie's butt

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Steve had looked up at him like Eddie had handed him the world, like he had never expected to have the fun reciprocated with him at the centre.

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It was only once Steve had sprawled down on the grass, panting and tired from the exertion, Eddie had wiggled his way down from the swing and insisted Steve take his turn now.

“Let me help!”

Those were the first words Steve had ever said to him, his grin almost splitting his face, showing off his missing teeth and giving him a lisp over the s sounds.

Eddie had screamed with joy as Steve had taken it almost as a personal challenge to push him as high as he could.

his little legs dangling high off the ground, swinging back and forth wildly, barely able to build enough momentum going to move before he had heard a voice calling bright and excited and completely unashamed from behind him, getting closer and closer as footsteps ran through the grass.

They’d been regular visitors to the same park on summer days, a wide expanse of dying grass and half hearted tyre swings pretending to be a playground, but to Eddie and Steve it was a boundless plane of adventure.

Eddie had been trying to propel himself forward on one of those tyre swings

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Eddie’s earliest memories of Steve were sunny, bright and loud.

But a solid and constant weight.

And he built it all with his own two hands, from the ground up.

He couldn’t be prouder.

It was only in hindsight that the knock at the door felt wrong.

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Every morning he was able to wake up slow and warm and worry free. He had the pantry stocked with his favourite food, his coffee flavoured exactly to his taste. He was happy. Completely and utterly. The kind of happy that wasn’t a rollercoaster of emotions, a high waiting for a drop.

A concept that he never thought possible, growing up in that rural trailer park with his uncle Wayne. His home felt like his own space. Open, comfortable, a little cluttered but covered in signs of the things he loved and the people who love him. Photos and posters and flyers and instruments.

Only by those deep within the metal community but still, it filled him with pride every time it happened. The music was still alive and aflame in his soul. The money granted by his music was steady, more than he had ever seen in his life before, able to keep him comfortably upper middle class.

Warm and confident and comfortable and hard earned. Corroded Coffin were moderately successful. Not successful enough to be followed by the paps or hounded by fans with boundary issues or to be a household name. But he was recognised occasionally.

#steddie bingo prompt: hurt/comfort

Eddie’s life was, by every metric he could count, pretty fucking good. It wasn’t good in a front page magazine, sold out Madison Square, all of the sex, drugs and rock and roll kind of way. (Though the sex was fantastic) But it was a solid life.

#LateLateToyShow do you think the Labubu mask was calling to him like the Green Goblin

But we're also 'in the audience' 🥺 #LateLateToyShow

A baby Fall Out Boy #LateLateToyShow

“Stand and deliver!”

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their horses up front whinnying in distress as their coachman shouted in alarm.
A shadow swept past the window, flickering in their lantern light.
Then came the sound Steve had been expecting ever since they left the main road, the sound he had warned his father about and his father had scoffed at;

but his father would blow a gasket, despite the fact that they were alone in their coach and did not need to be presented so perfectly at that very moment.
But perhaps it was all for the best.
Because the next moment their coach jostled violently and dangerously

and watching the darkness of the forest beyond slowly descend upon them.
He was trying hard not to fidget, wary of pissing his father off even more, sitting across from him. He would have loved nothing more than to loosen his cravat, unbutton his jacket and waistcoat and just relax

His father had scoffed and sneered down his nose at his idiot son.
“And what would you know about it, Steven?”
Steve had just resisted the urge to roll his eyes and relaxed back into the plush brocade of the coach seats, listening to the slow clop, clop of their horses up front

had expressed that this route, while quicker, was narrower, quieter, away from the main road and any patrolling guards with their lanterns and authority.

Of course by opening his mouth and expressing those thoughts, Steve had all but guaranteed they would take this route.

#steddie bingo prompt: Chastity.

The coach bumped along the forest road, evening elongating the shadows and slowly darkening everything around them.

Steve’s father was a fool to come this way. Steve had told him as much

I am so ready for 1000+ fics of Rockin' Robin Radio DJ and Steve, her lil silent sound engineer

A #steddie time loop oneshot? In 2025? More likely than you'd think.

A sound cut through the easy air of the field.
A heartbroken, devastated, angry wail.
The wail of a person who was at the end of their rope.
And it was coming from inside the Winnebago.

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Fanart of @hbyrde.bsky.social MARVELOUS #steddie Labyrinth AU sequel fic Forever After.
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