This is the steddie fic i've been promising for months but always forgetting to write and I know my thing is Steddie midnight thoughts, but i don't want to stay up that late or schedule it because I'm lazy and whatever it's midnight somewhere probably (i lied, i did stay up that late)
Anyway, I love Steddie people, Steddie people love me, we all love Steddie
Steve Harrington knows how to sew. Eddie can mend things, he can fix a button, he can sew a patch, but he's not good at it. It's very messy, very visible, he doesn't care he just needs it to get the job done.
Steve cares a lot. He needs it to look good but more importantly he needs it to look right. If he's going to do something, he's doing it right. He makes sure the thread matches the fabric, he always makes sure to wear his glasses so that he can keep his stitches very straight and tiny (Eddie loves it cus he looks like "a hot Rick Moranis" often accompanied by "Honey, you could shrink my kids." "What the fuck does that even mean?!" And he does not know).
It's not like he's really making anything, he doesn't have projects lined up. He keeps his grandma's sewing machine up in the attic, and gets it down if he ever needs it. All the fabric he has is either scraps or he just reuses things that were beyond repair or just didn't fit anymore. He likes fixing things more than he likes making them. His grandma taught him how, how to make things fit right, take seams in, let them out. He's a master of hems, jeans, skirts, dresses, you name it. It's at the point that Max doesn't even go straight home from shopping, she'll go to his and Eddie's house first so he can hem all her jeans.
You know who went prom dress shopping together? I promise you it was Steve, Joyce, Will, Max, and El who went prom shopping together (maybe nancy too) But I will tell you they found nothing! These are 3 of the most wonderful kids on the planet, there is no way in hell that he or Joyce are letting them look anything less than absolutely perfect. So of course they go to the fabric store instead and they find the most perfect patterns and "Ooh, I like the skirt on that one, but I really like the top of this one" AND THEY MAKE THEM LIKE THE SCRAPPY LITTLE GREAT DEPression children they are.
Now I know what you're thinking, where is the Steddie, I see no Steddie, patience patience (my wifi literally died and there is no service at my house, the universe will forever be against the steddie midnight thoughts).
So, Eddie really wants to go to a renaissance faire. It's been long enough since everyone thought he was a satanic killer, and no one really recognized him unless they were saying hi, so he invites begs Steve to go with him. But this is like as soon as he hears about it, so like a few months in advance.
"What am I supposed to wear?"
"Whatever you want. You could do like this if you wanted."
"But aren't you supposed to get into costume and stuff?"
"Yeah, I mean, if that's your thing."
"Are you saying it's not my thing?"
"You want to dress like an elf?"
"Do you want me to dress like an elf?"
"Yes." So they go to the costume store and Steve is APPALED, revolted. He feels that weird polyester crushed velvet situation and he thought he was going to be sick (i was gagging just writing about it) So he says fuck this and they go to the fabric store and he tells Eddie to pick out whatever he wants and pick whatever fabric out for him too.
Then he patterns their outfits himself (because I said so) and they are perfect, Eddie loves them, he is over the moon and under the sea and into outer space about these things. But what he loves more is being able to say "Thanks, my boyfriend made it." And of course like with so many creators, all Steve can see are the mistakes, the seam connecting the gusset to Eddie's sleeve not lining up at a perfect angle, the one loose thread he's afraid to pull on his cuff. It's a mess, but everyone else is blinded by how amazing they are. Eddie's dark brown cotton shirt, with an old braided leather belt that he definitely did not steal from Wayne, and a green cloak. And Steve's deep red linen one, using the same method of pattern, just with broader shoulders and fuller sleeves since the fabric was wider.
His blush is almost close to matching his shirt from all the compliments, and also Eddie showing him off is a very new and very different feeling than he's used to. He likes holding hands and letting Eddie pull him around to different stands and games, even if he almost tripped on his cape more than a few times. "Can we get a sword?"
"What? No, why would we need a sword?"
"I'm not saying we need it, but it could be good to have."
"Why would a sword--" Eddie pushed one into his hand and he had to admit, he liked the weight of it and he was immediately fascinated by the idea of being able to swing it around in their back yard.
"And look!" Eddie picked something up off the table next to them under the tent. "They have frogs!"
"What?"
"Like a holster. Look," Eddie put the belt around his waist then put the sword into its sheath with a suggestive raise of his eyebrow that Steve rolled his eyes at. Then he pushed him towards the long mirror hanging on one of the posts. Eddie stood behind him and spoke over his shoulder, "Can we get it?"
"As you wish."
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There was a sudden vault of movement next to him, and Clover darted his startled gaze back to the huntsman, who'd leapt easily up onto the railing like it were a mere balance beam.
With an ease borne of skill, hands took only a moment to steady himself where he stood before settling back into pockets where it was warmer. Red eyes surveyed the rest of the block about them, before he turned that smirk back down to the man.
“What are you doing?” Clover asked him, entirely deadpanned.
An easy shrug met his words. “Getting a bird's-eye view.”
The snort of a laugh tore from the brunet at the simple answer, and he shook his head at the idiot.
“You're going to fall, you show-off.”
Qrow bent lightly at his waist for show, still fixing that knowing smirk upon the man.
“Then someone better catch me,” he breathed.
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Gods did this song grab ahold of me and shake me something fierce lmao.
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I'm so massively proud of Forte!
He handled the Ren Faire really well, despite it being a far more chaotic environment than he usually works in. We spent the first twenty minutes just getting comfortable and I had him do a practice run of find my car.
We passed another team on the trail up to the entrance, both dogs looked at each and then moved on. I know there were handful of other teams there as well but didn't notice them.
Also had a little kid full on grab Forte's rear and all he did was sit down and look at me. Parent apologized and picked up the kid so I didn't say anything.
Inside the faire he did get startled by the big swinging dragon ride but immediately recovered. Other than that, nothing bothered him. Not the banging from some hammer game, crowds cheering, or the many many people who talked to him. He navigated through the crowds nicely with only the occasional verbal reminder to stay close. I normally don't mind if he walks with his shoulders ahead of me but it was too busy for that.
I had hoped the rain would make it a little less crowded but alas, my fellow nerds were out in full force if the costume to street clothes ratio was any indication. On the upside, it was fun to see so many awesome get ups.
I'm proud of both of us for not getting bothered by near constant attention. If I got a dollar for every direwolf comment, it would have paid for my ticket lol. A few staff politely asked about his breed, which I don't mind at all.
My favorite comment was from someone who saw the front of his harness and said "In training hero in time, that's cute" and then saw his vest and very excitedly turned to their friend and exclaimed "oh that's so clever, hero in time because Zelda!" If I were less awkward, I'd have stopped to talk to them because they are clearly my kind of people.
Forte did his head in my lap/body pressed against my legs substitute for DPT after alerting and I found a bench to sit on. It helped but wasn't as good as the real thing but at that point he was pretty muddy and I didn't want him in my lap. (Sorry buddy)
I browsed a few shops but didn't go to any shows because this was more for training purposes than actually attending for fun. Next time we go though I plan to at least catch the Washing Women show because it's my favorite.
After a bit over two hours the rain picked up and I could feel my brain getting static-y. So I picked up his pull strap and gave him the forward cue as I attempted to navigated us to the exit. He did such an amazing job with fmp despite moving against the main flow of the crowd. And once we exited the faire I told him to find the car.
Y'all this is where Forte impressed me the most. He led me through the preferred parking lot, through the trail in the woods, and successfully found my car in the giant field/general parking area.
He exceeded my expectations and I'm so proud of him. He really is my knight in fluffy armor.
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