#Eddie is just a silly goofy boy who wants to sing Disney songs ok

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Steddie Microfic

June prompt: stuff

Word count: 483

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Rated G

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“Baby,” Eddie whispers. “Baby, wake up.”

Steve hums, too content—and too tired—to do anything other than lay exactly where he is, halfway on top of Eddie. “No.”

“But what if I told you I have something for you?” Eddie tries, shifting to kiss Steve’s shoulder.

“Wha’ya got?” He shifts slightly, getting even more comfortable. Good luck, Eddie.

“Well… what would you do if I said we were going to Disney?”

“Di’ney,” Steve mumbles, drifting off again.

Eddie chuckles. “Guess it’s my fault for trying to get you up before you’re ready on your one day off, huh?”

A couple of hours later, Steve wakes up again. He sighs, presses a kiss to Eddie’s chest. “Baby.”

“Yeah?” He put his hand in Steve’s hair.

Steve groans. “Keep doing that, I’ll fall back asleep.” He pauses for a second. “Did you say earlier that we have tickets for Disney?”

“That I did.”

“When are we leaving?”

“Tomorrow.”

“How long are we staying?”

“Five days. You need a vacation, baby.”

A smile begins to pull at Steve’s lips. “You’re too good to me.”

“No such thing,” Eddie says immediately, rolling them over so he can scoot down and catch Steve’s lips with his own. “Baby? You wanna go to Disney?”

Steve chuckles. “Yeah, Eds. I’d love to go to Disney. With you, especially.”

Eddie grins and captures Steve’s lips in another kiss, this one immediately more heated, and it’s late afternoon by the time they’re showered.

“We need to start packing,” Steve says. “Five days, so five outfits, and toiletries, and-” he mumbled to himself as he walked into his closet, getting down his and Eddie’s suitcases from the overhead shelving.

He started on his immediately, while Eddie was preoccupied with memorizing the entire Disney song list.

He picks up a broom handle—Steve stops trying to figure out where he finds things—and practices sword fighting moves, singing, “One jump ahead of the breadline, one swing ahead of the sword. I steal only what I can’t afford.”

He finds one of Steve’s shirts in his suitcase—folded exactly where he wanted it—and picked it up, holding it against his chest as he sings, “And so I read a book, or maybe two or three. I’ll add a few new paintings to my gallery. I’ll play guitar and knit and basically, just wonder when will my life begin?”

He sways behind Steve as he’s bent over in their bathroom, looking for the travel toothbrush toppers. Steve swears the same elves that steal socks also steal travel toothbrush toppers. “Look at this stuff,” Eddie begins, smacking Steve’s ass as he passes. Steve straightens up with a yelp and a glare in the mirror. “Isn’t it neat? Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete? Wouldn’t you think I’m a boy, the boy who has everything?”

“One more song before you’re packed,” Steve warns, but he can’t keep the grin off his face.