#proposal mid body worship is what's in store for eddie btw

[vecnuthy]

🔀 for Steddie!

Yeees!! This is one of my favorite songs of all time.

Steve was going to get the lecture of a lifetime after this scavenger hunt, because, 1) it was eating away at his gas and he'd have to fill up soon, B) it was a lot of work, and Green) every second he spent doing this was time spent away from Steve. But Steve had said that if Eddie did it within three hours, there would be another surprise. The clock was ticking. And Eddie was sweating.

The directions said "No help," which Eddie was seriously considering ignoring. He'd been at this scavenger hunt all evening. The damn moon was out! But the "NO!!! HELP!!!" triple underlined in block letters and star stickers pretty much meant that Steve was serious. Especially with the "I'm SO serious!!" underneath it.

Eddie wondered if Steve had slammed an espresso at his café when he wrote these, because they seemed caffeine-fueled. The paper kind of smelled like coffee too — god, focus, Eddie.

The whole thing was pretty cute, though. Actually, Eddie really fucking loved it. Steve had chosen places of significance to their relationship, walking Eddie down a path of memories that Steve treasured, but staring at the envelope taped to the scantily-clad mannequin in the window, he couldn't help but be dramatic and sigh, thinking, I'm never going to see him again. It's been hours. (It had been an hour and a half) Does he just want me gone? Is this a wild goose chase? Geese are so mean, especially that one that bit me at—

"Are you Eddie?"

Eddie jumped a foot, clutching his chest as he whipped around to see a person halfway out the shop's door, who rushed out a tinkling apology at his shock.

"I am, and I think that's mine," he said through pufffs of air, pointing at the envelope as his heart rate tried to level back out.

"It sure is," they said warmly. A little too warmly. Why were they smirking?

The envelope read:

I can practically feel you being over this by now, so retrieve the armor and get ready to storm the castle, because your quest is almost over. Ask the clerk for the battle gear. Then come storm it already.

S ❤️‍🔥

An actual flaming heart. Steve was so cute, had put SO much effort into this, and all Eddie wanted to do was finally be reunited with this dork and tell him everything he thought about it.

"Looks like I need one battle gear, please."

The clerk's eyebrows shot up, amused, but they said nothing else as they walked around Eddie and started removing the mixture of mesh and leather from the mannequin. Until:

"So put this on first, because it attaches to the...." the clerk explained the order to put the contraption on, the absolutely stunning mess of straps with mesh accents, and Eddie was just stuck in brain-melting mode, knowing in his soul he wouldn't remember any of that, but then it hit it that Steve was going to be wearing it.

His whole body lit up like a match.

"One battle gear, already paid for," they handed the bag over, adding, "And instructions are in the bag." Thank god.

Eddie squeaked out a thank you, took the bag, and headed to the castle, aka, their apartment in an oddly ornate building in the most queer-safe part of Indianapolis. He marveled at the way he hit nothing but green lights the whole way home.

Eddie burst through the door, yelling for Steve, who came into view in a plain white tshirt and baggy jeans, his wire rimmed glasses catching the light, hair looking big and swoopy and soft.

Looking divine.

"Hey, Strider, did you have fun? It wasn't too much, was it?" Steve asked, moving in to give him a kiss, but Eddie more than met him halfway and basically slammed into him, pushing Steve's glasses into his hair (with a finesse that honestly surprised him) so he could give a bruising kiss as he pinned Steve to the wall.

"Fucking marry me," he growled into Steve's ear.

"What?"

"Marry. Me." He bit down on Steve's neck then got very confused when Steve pushed him away with a breathy "No."

"No?"

"No, you beat me to it, you jerk. Just gimme a second." And then they were kissing again, or as much as they could through smiles, then Steve informed him his eyes glittering with mischief, "The surprise was going to be me asking you, but— "

"What if I hadn't made it?" Eddie squawked.

"I had every faith in you," he sealed it with a kiss to the tip of Eddie's nose. "You got your battle gear?"

Eddie pointed to the forgotten bag on the floor.

"Wait, my battle gear?"

Steve nodded, biting his lip and doing a horrible job of holding back a smile.

"I've got mine on already."

And Eddie could see it now, the black under the thin white shirt. Could feel it as his fingertips traced the design, felt the varied texture of lace.

"We've gotta get you in yours, now, big boy."

Eddie, soon to be engaged to one Steve Harrington, was in for quite the night.

#steve dressing eddie in a body harness and lingerie?? while in some himself but it's just under regular degular clothes?? 😵‍💫 #anyway the song is full of pining and yearning about a significant other that may no longer be theirs but. i couldn't do that to these. #so scavenger hunt that was supposed to build to steve popping the question but eddie being feral over his bf derails that #steddie #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #proposal mid body worship is what's in store for eddie btw #thank you for sending one in!! 🖤🖤 #vec fic #fics #fic