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strawberryspence · 2 years

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I love the headcanon that Steve takes care of everybody and when he gets home, Eddie takes care of him. But I love it more when Steve doesn’t really know?

Like yeah, sometimes before he goes to work Eddie makes him sandwiches for lunch but that’s only because he was already making one.

Yeah, ever since Eddie and Steve started living together, it seems like Steve’s shampoos are bottomless. Steve found out that Eddie buys the shampoo so he never runs out, but that’s only because Eddie likes it for his long hair.

Yeah, Steve knows Eddie hates doing the laundry. But sometimes when he comes home, his work clothes have been folded and have been cleaned already. But that’s only because Eddie’s already doing a load.

It doesn’t really click with Steve, that this one person who loves him, is taking care of him. Maybe it’s the lack of caring from his parents, or maybe it’s because he grew up alone. But it’s not clicking to him.

It clicks for him one afternoon.

The sun is beaming high in the sun, but there’s a lovely breeze sweeping that keeps them cool. Lucas and Mike are screaming at each other as they pass the ball at each other. It’s not the best team up, but it’s not really a great practice if it’s just Steve and Lucas. So they’ve somehow convinced Dustin and Mike to come, in exchange of Steve finally trying to learn D&D.

Steve’s wiping his sweat with his shirt as he watches Dustin explain the science behind basketball. Something about velocity and gravity and mathematics. Steve’s trying his best to ignore it.

“Steve!” He hears Eddie call from the sides. He’s been sitting there the whole time, watching and laughing.

Steve jogs closer to his boyfriend, who immediately hands him a hand towel.

Steve blinks at the towel, “What’s this for?”

“For your sweat, sweetheart.”

“Oh.”

Steve reluctantly wipes his sweat with it. Maybe Eddie packed a towel for himself and decided to give it him instead. He knows Eddie also hates sweating under the sun.

“Water?” Eddie looks up at him with a smile, a bottle of water in hand.

Steve squints at him, worry clear on his face, "What about you? It’s pretty hot, baby.”

Eddie smiles at him, “I bought one for myself. I bought that one for you.”

Huh. That's... great.

“Thank you for bringing me water. I forgot to pack myself one.”

Eddie smirks at him, but there’s something endearing twinkling in his eyes, “I know. You always do. You always pack for the kids and me and Robin and then forget about yourself.”

The sentiment could melt him, there and then. But instead, Steve looks around, checking his surroundings before he kisses Eddie’s cheek in gratitude. Steve turns so he can go back to the boys who’s still fighting over the science behind basketball when he hears Eddie running after him.

“Stevie! Wait!”

He turns, watching as Eddie runs up to him, “Yeah?”

Steve’s eyes widen in surprise when Eddie suddenly kneels in front of him. There’s a drumming in his heart that makes him feel like he’s having an actual heart attack. He knows— He knows that Eddie’s not proposing to him on a random Saturday morning, in a random basketball court in the middle of Hawkins. There’s also the fact that they can’t actually marry each other. But with Eddie kneeling in front of him, Steve feels an intense longing for a ring on his finger.

Steve blinks back into reality when he feels Eddie’s hands against his feet. Eddie is— Eddie is tying his shoes for him???

When he finally comes up again, Eddie is smiling at him, big and gummy and brighter than the whole sun, “Your shoe laces are untied. I think I forgot to re-tie them this morning before we went out.”

“You’ve been tying my shoes? Every morning?” Steve whispers, disbelief laces unto every word.

Eddie nods at him, there's an expression of pride on his face, “Every morning since we started living together.”

And here’s the thing, Steve thought he was doing a good job hiding it. He does know how to tie his shoe laces, but he does it super slow and has to redo it multiple times. It’s one of the things that makes him feel— dumb. Like he's an actual idiot. How could Steve fight monsters and he can’t fucking put the bunny’s ear into the other fucking loop? He doesn't know who to be mad at, no one really taught him how to do it. He learned it from a book in the library with no visuals.

“I— I— I don’t know what to say.” Steve stutters, “How do you even know that? I’ve never told anyone.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I won’t tell anyone.” Eddie shrugs, smiling at him, “I saw you one morning struggling to do it. I think I heard you singing that bunny song and I thought I’d make your life a little easier by tying it, so you can just slip into it, ya know?”

“Oh.” Steve blinks back at him, the tears starting to pool on his eyes, “Thank you.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me for taking care of you. It’s my favorite thing to do in this whole world.” Eddie stares at him, brushing a few wisps of hair out of his face.

With the way Eddie is staring at him, he already knows that Eddie knows what he’s thinking about, what the tears in his eyes signify.

“Go play with the boys. They’re suspiciously quiet.” Eddie snickers, “We’ll talk when we get home, hmm?”

Steve searches in his eyes, there’s a morbid part of him that thinks Eddie is realizing that he doesn’t want to be with Steve anymore. Maybe he's realizing how much of a burden Steve truly is. But there’s nothing in Eddie’s eyes that says that. There’s only love and warmth and tenderness all mashed together in two sparkling brown eyes.

“Okay.” Steve answers quietly.

“Okay.” Eddie pats his cheeks before walking back to the place where he’s sitting.

And Steve walks back to the kids and they start playing again. When he looks at Eddie, Eddie’s always tracking him with his eyes, smiling and waving at him as soon as their eyes meet.

They’ll talk later. They’ll talk about how Steve doesn’t know what it feels like to be cared for, and how his parents ruined him. They'll talk about how Steve is cared for now, that their own little found family cares for him so much. They'll talk about healing and changing.

But for now, the fact that Eddie— a person that truly loves him— takes care of him without wanting anything in exchange, is more than good enough.

#see #i can write fluff #this is fluff to me #HMP #steddie #steddie fics #steddie headcanons #steddie hc #steddie ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson fluff #steve harrington x eddie munson #dae writes #daeheadcanons

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skyward-floored · 1 month

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The Dinner Scene (Incredibles au)

This is so long, but I have had so much fun with it. A lot of this is just pure chaos lol.

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“Mom, Four’s making weird faces at me.”

Malon looked up from where she was putting food on her plate, and saw Wind staring across the table with a foul look. Four crossed his arms at Wind’s complaint and shook his head. “Am not, these peas just taste funny.”

“Ooh, are those the ones that were on the top shelf?” Wild said as he leaned over, long hair almost falling in his food, “those are from last February.”

Four turned a little green. “...That would explain it.”

Wild leaned forward to grab one, but Malon smoothly grabbed the plate out from under his hands, and made the executive decision to promptly dump the questionable peas into the trash.

The perils of leftover night.

“What would you like instead honey?” Malon asked as she dusted her hands off, “carrots? Green beans?”

“Maybe an antacid?” Legend suggested with a smirk, but Four only shrugged and grabbed some broccoli off of Time’s plate. He’d barely eaten anything, instead reading the newspaper for what seemed like word for word.

Malon looked over at him, letting out a small sigh. “Honey, do you have to read that right now?”

Time’s attention was solely on the newspaper in front of him, scanning the headlines. “Uh-huh... yeah...”

Malon rolled her eyes in mostly-fond exasperation, and sat back down, wiping some pea juice on a napkin. She looked around the table, and raised an eyebrow at Hyrule, who was attempting to shove an entire steak into his mouth.

“Whoa hun, yikes, smaller bites. If you need help cutting it just ask someone, remember?” Hyrule looked at her sheepishly, and Malon tapped her husband on the arm. “Time, would you help the carnivore with his meat?”

Time nodded and wordlessly reached over to help Hyrule cut through the tough steak, eyes never leaving the paper. Malon then cleared her throat and turned to Wind, giving him a pointed look as he shrank in his seat.

“So Wind, do you have something you wanna tell your father about school?” she asked mildly. His brothers all turned to look at him in interest, and Wind sunk even further.

“Well we uh, dissected a frog.”

Wind let out a nervous laugh as Wild perked up, and Malon sighed.

“Honey, Wind got sent to the office again,” she said as Wild began grilling Wind for frog details, and Time hummed distractedly, still reading the newspaper.

Malon’s eyebrows lowered, and she tugged the newspaper down from where it was blocking her husband’s face, finally making him look up.

“What?” he asked, paying attention now.

Malon looked him in the eye. Gracious was he distracted tonight. “Wind got sent to the office again.”

Time frowned, and looked over at Wind, who was looking rather small. “What? What for?”

“Nothing!” he said quickly, and Malon crossed her arms.

“He put a tack on the teacher’s chair. During class,” she said with a frown, and Hyrule and Wild both looked over at him with impressed expressions.

“Wait, really?” Hyrule said, sounding awed.

Wild grinned. “You did it during class? That’s so—!”

Malon raised an eyebrow at him and he coughed and looked away.

“—bad. Really bad. You should know better, Wind. For shame.”

Malon gave Wind a pointed look, and he sat up, looking defensive.

“Why does it matter? Nobody saw what I did! You could barely even see it on the tape!” he defended, crossing his own arms. “And I didn’t even actually get in trouble, Mr. Cole just went on one of his dumb rants again.”

Time blinked and faced his son, unable to help an impressed smile from forming on his face. “You got caught on tape and still got away with it? Wind, you must have used hurricane force winds just to move it fast enough, that’s amazing,” he said, and Wind perked up, obviously eager to explain. “How did you manage—?”

“Time,” Malon interrupted with a firm look. “We’re not encouraging this behavior.”

“Um, Dad..?” Hyrule spoke up, but nobody heard him.

Time’s eyebrows lowered. “I’m not encouraging it, I’m just asking how fast he managed to—”

“Dad—”

“Honey, we can’t let him use his powers in class! How is that—”

“Dad!”

Time suddenly cut straight through the dinner plate and the table, sending an entire corner of the wood to the floor along with half the plate.

Hyrule mumbled an “I tried to tell you,” and Time dropped the utensils and put a hand to his forehead, letting out a tight sigh.

“Wonderful. First the car, and now we‘ll have to fix the table...”

“The car? What happened to the car?” Malon asked worriedly. Her husband hadn’t said anything about that since they’d been home.

Time didn’t reply, standing from the table with a heavy sigh.

“I’ll go get a new plate,” he muttered, then left the room.

Malon sighed as well, and the rest of the family resumed eating, albeit much quieter than before. It appeared her husband had had a rather unpleasant day. Looked like she’d have to corner him later and figure out what was bothering him.

More and more of his days seemed to be unpleasant lately.

“Twilight honey? How about you, did anything interesting happen at school?” she asked in an effort to break the somewhat awkward silence. Her oldest son had been rather quiet so far.

“Not really,” he said quietly, rubbing his temple.

Malon watched him for a minute, something in his voice setting off her mom instincts. “Is everything okay?” she asked gently, “You’ve hardly touched your food.”

“Just a headache,” he murmured. “I’m okay. And anyway, Legend’s barely touched his food too.”

Malon looked over at her other son, and Legend wrinkled his nose a bit. “I’m not really hungry for meatloaf,” he grumbled, pushing his food around on his plate.

Wild grinned from across the table and leaned in. “Well, it’s leftover night! We have steak, pasta, monster soup, some old seafood fry and that weird greenish-purple stuff in the way back. What are you hungry for?”

Wind coughed. “Marin Koholi~” he singsonged, and Four giggled when Legend snapped his head towards him.

“Wind be quiet—”

“Well you are!” Wild piped up, blinking innocently as Wind grinned at him. “She doesn’t even know you exist, yet you still drool after her every single day—”

Legend growled and banged a hand on the table. “Shut up Wild or I’ll—“

“That’s enough you three, do not shout at the table,” Malon said as she leaned forward, spreading her hands between the boys. “Honey!”

“Listen to your mother!” Time shouted from the kitchen, which immediately shut the three of them up.

Dinner resumed for the third time that evening, the seven occupants of the table quietly eating the food on their plates.

“...Bet he’d be hungry if we were having Marin loaf—”

“That’s IT!”

Legend dove for Wind, who shrieked and ducked out of the way, nearly crashing into Four who was just trying to eat his dinner in peace. The kid ducked, and Wind somehow ended up smushing what was left of Hyrule’s dinner.

“Hey! Your elbow got in my potatoes!”

“Sorry ‘Rule— ah!”

Legend made a grab for Wind, but he used his winds to leap out of the way, then promptly bolted out of the room.

“Boys!”

Legend ignored Malon, narrowing his eyes and turning on Wild instead, who saluted before bolting impossibly fast out of the room after Wind.

“Get back here!” Legend shouted at the two, and Twilight watched with an exasperated look as his brother turned invisible except for his clothes, sprinting after them into the living room.

“That’s enough you three, stop running in the house,” Malon warned as they chased each other, “Sit down and finish your dinner!”

Wind charged back into the room with Legend on his heels, then suddenly crashed into a bright red shield, grabbing his nose as he let out a cry of pain.

“Ow! Hey, no shields!” he cried, and Hyrule crossed his arms.

“You wrecked my potatoes!”

“Well Wild started it!”

“I did not!”

And that started an all-out brawl at the table, Wild jumping at Legend as he attempted to stay invisible and make himself less of a target while Wind frantically avoided them both. Twilight had turned into a wolf and was snapping at all of them, and Hyrule was throwing shields in at random moments, all while Four continued to quietly eat his broccoli.

“Boys sit down! You’re going to hurt someone!“ Malon shouted over the ruckus, but nobody except Four even heard her. “Time!”

In the kitchen Time had just grabbed a non-broken plate, and upon hearing the commotion coming from the dining room, quickly set down his newspaper and prepared to head back in. But a headline from his discarded paper suddenly jumped out at him, and he froze, setting down the plate and picking the news back up.

“‘Darmani Gorro, longtime advocate of superhero rights, is missing’?” he muttered in shock, quickly scanning the article.

Darmani... Blazing Fist...

“Missing... just like Sky?” he whispered, then heard a shriek from the dining room. He set down the paper for the moment and rushed back through the doorway, blinking in surprise at the war zone he’d suddenly found himself in.

“Link! Don’t just stand there!” Malon shouted over the ruckus. She had an arm on Wind and another clutching her son that was currently a wolf, but seemed to be making little difference in anything going on. “I need you to intervene!”

Time floundered a moment, unsure of where to start, before striding forward to where he could reach everyone. Then he grabbed the table and lifted it up, several of his children hanging off the sides and still yelling at each other.

“I’m intervening! Now what?!”

Malon didn’t hear him. “Wind, let go of your brother! Twilight do not lick Legend’s ear— for goodness sakes, stop it!”

Then the clear chime of the doorbell rang through the house.

All eight of them swung their heads at the door and froze, eyes wide.

Then Time set down the table and everyone immediately took their seats like they’d never been fighting at all. “I’ll get it,” Wind said quietly, and got up off his chair while the rest of them tried to fix the table into a more normal-looking mess. They watched in silence as Wind walked over to the front door, and Malon gave Time an uneasy glance.

Had one of the neighbors heard something?

Or worse, seen something?

Wind cautiously pulled the door open and blinked up at the blond-haired man standing on their front porch. A blue scarf was draped around his shoulders, and the moment Wind saw it he launched himself at the man with a cheer.

“Uncle Warriors!” he yelled, and a sigh of relief went up from the table behind him.

“Hey kiddo,” Warriors grinned, catching him and ruffling his hair. “It’s been a bit, huh? Sorry about that, things have been busy. How’re your powers these days?”

“Strong as a hurricane!” Wind declared proudly, then flicked a gust at Warriors’ scarf so it flared out behind him.

“Nice!” he said in an impressed voice, admiring Wind’s work, “I should get you to follow me around all the time and make me look cool.”

Wind beamed, and Warriors turned to the rest of the family, giving them a smile. “Hi Malon. And Twi. And Ledge and Wild and ‘Rule, and Four.” He hesitated for a second. “I forget anyone?”

“Just me,” Time said with a relieved smile, and stood to give Warriors a clap on the shoulder. “Ice of you to drop by.”

Warriors gave him a rather flat look. “Old man, that wasn’t funny the first ninety-nine times you said it, and isn’t funny the hundredth.”

Time smirked. “I’ll hold out hope for a hundred and one.”

“Hey Warriors!” Wild called from the table, then drank and spat an entire mouthful of water at him from across the room before Malon could tell him not to.

Warriors lunged forward and shot some ice from his hands, instantly freezing the water and catching it before it could hit the ground. He held the frozen water out to Wild with a grin, and his nephew took it with a slightly disappointed expression.

“Aw... I like when it shatters.”

Time grabbed his coat from the closet as Warriors made the rounds and asked how everyone was doing, before ruffling Legend’s hair and making him squawk.

“How you doing Ledge? See your carrot obsession hasn’t faded,” he teased with a look at his plate.

“And I see you’re still insufferable as ever, uncle freezer burn,” Legend huffed back, whacking his hand off his head.

“Aw, I love you too.”

Time walked over and gave Malon a quick kiss before he tugged his coat on the rest of the way. “I’ll be back later.”

“Where are you two going?” Malon asked as Warriors pulled Time impatiently to the door.

“It’s Wednesday, remember?”

“Oh, bowling night,” Malon said with a sigh. “I’d forgotten what day it was. Have fun you two, and say hi to Arty for me, will you hon? I want you two to come over for dinner sometime soon.”

Warriors nodded with a smile. “Sure thing Malon. Good night everyone.”

“Bye Wars,” they all chorused back, and Warriors pushed Time the rest of the way out of the house. Malon then turned back towards Wind, who had been quietly trying to slip off his chair in the bustle of the two leaving.

“Don’t think you’ve avoided talking about your trip to the principal’s office, young man,” she said sternly, and Wind froze. “Your father and I are still gonna discuss it.”

Wind crossed his arms and kicked at the floor. “I’m not the only kid who’s been sent to the office you know,” he mumbled, and Malon sighed. What are we going to do with him?

“Other kids don’t have superpowers hon. Now, it’s perfectly normal...”

“Normal?” Legend suddenly cut in, his face still foul from the earlier argument and exchange with his uncle. “What do you know about normal? What does anyone in this insane family know about normal?” he snapped, and Malon frowned.

“Now wait a minute Legend—”

“We just act normal! I wanna be normal!” he said, standing up and dropping his fork with a clang. “I’m sick of being weird! The only normal one out of all of us is Four, and he’s only three feet tall!”

Four shrugged and continued to eat his broccoli.

“Lucky,” Wind grumbled. “about being normal, I mean.”

Malon sighed and rubbed her forehead as Legend slammed his plate down and stomped out of the room, the rest of her sons exchanging looks.

“...Can I be excused?” Twilight asked quietly, and Malon nodded as he slipped away as well.

The perils of leftover night.

#incredibles au #linkeduniverse #linked universe #incredibles au fic #fic #IAU ensemble #writing from the floor #now I want to post the scene that comes after this haha #it’s not totally done though so... I’ll #see #but it’s close #so....

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