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strangersteddierthings · 11 months ago

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"I think we should break up," is what Eddie blurts the moment Steve opens the front door to reveal him.

Steve's first reaction is anger -how dare he?- but he doesn't do anything with that anger. Instead, he takes a deep breath through his nose, crosses his arms, and looks Eddie over.

He's breathing heavily yet his van is parked along the curb. He didn't run here. His hair, while never tame, looks rougher. He is fidgeting but in a nervous way, not his usual too much energy way. His eyes are wide and scared. It's the last bit there that drains Steve's anger.

Something's happened.

He drops his arms and says, "well, you're not dumping me on my porch. Get in here."

This doesn't seem like the response Eddie was expecting. Even though he has been looking at Steve this whole time he still manages to do a double take at him. Steve just shoves the door open a bit wider when he turns and heads back to the kitchen, where the dishes are not washing themselves because he doesn't have a dishwasher.

"I-I'm serious, Steve," Eddie is stammering behind him, which is good. Means he did follow. Steve hears the door shut and the shuffling sound of what he assumes is Eddie trying to pull off his combat boots without untying them, like the animal he is.

"Don't shout at me in my own home! Get in this kitchen," Steve shouts, then smiles and relishes in the offended huff Eddie lets out because Steve is the one shouting. Steve picks up the dish towel he'd deposited on the counter and throws it back over his shoulder, then get back to the dishes. There's just a couple bowls and a pot left, might as well get them done.

The sink is perpendicular to the doorway, so he watches Eddie slink into the small galley kitchen, stopping just inside the doorway to frown at Steve. "I'm breaking up with you and you're just, what, gonna wash dishes?"

"You're not breaking up with me, but yes. Look, one bowl down already. Just two more dishes."

"I- what. Yes, I am!"

"Edifer, you are 24 years old. That's much too old to just show up, yell 'we're over' at someone and run away. We're going to talk about this," he's not sure if it's the nickname, or the scolding parent voice he's put on, but it gets a huff of laughter from Eddie, and he counts it as a win.

"Alright, dad."

Steve grins, "I'll be dad if you be Daddy."

There's some sputtering from Eddie, and Steve gets the final dish done before Eddie says, "you can't just say that when I'm breaking up with you! That's- that's manipulative!"

He shrugs in response. "Seems fair. You're messing with my feelings; I'm messing with your feelings."

Those words freeze Eddie, and Steve can see him processing the words. Did Eddie really not consider that Steve had feelings involved? "I- that's... um."

He takes his time to unplug the sink, rinsing away the left-over bubbles before drying his hands and turning around. Eddie looks less wild and scared, now. More conflicted and uncertain. Which could be a good or bad thing. "Did you think you would just come over, break up with me, and I'd be, like, completely fine with it?"

"No," Eddie is quick to say, "Not completely fine but like, fine enough. It's- we've only been together for a month."

Steve frowns at that. He's not going to take offense to the 'only' added in there, because he's grown a lot over the last four years. He's mature now. "Sure, but beyond that, we've been friends since the world almost ended. I don't understand. I thought we were on the same page, here."

Eddie's fidgety again, in the bad way, pacing up and down the length of the kitchen. "What if this was a mistake?"

"What if it wasn't?"

That stops Eddie in his tracks, whipping around to look at Steve. "What if this goes bad? What if you meet someone else and they can give you everything I can't? What if-"

"Whoa, Eddie!" Steve shoves off the sink and gets to Eddie in two steps. His hands come up, hovering. He wants to touch, comfort, but... well, if he allowed to? "I- where's all this coming from?"

"Dustin and Suzie broke up!"

"What?"

"Dustin and Suzie broke up!! They were the forever couple! Perfect for each other! If they couldn't make it work, how am I supposed to be able to?"

Ah. The root of it. Eddie, afraid he's not good enough. Fuck it. Eddie can shove him off if he doesn't want Steve to touch him. He slides an arm around Eddie's waist, his other hand going up to caress his cheek before cupping it, a move he knows makes Eddie melt like cotton candy on the tongue. "Eddie, baby, we make it work by working on it. Not just giving up."

Eddie does melt into Steve, his own arms wrapping around Steve (probably against Eddie's will). "I- I don't know what I'm doing. I'm gonna fuck this up and you'll hate me, and everything will be ruined."

"Well, that's melodramatic."

Eddie glares at him even as he nuzzles into Steve's palm. "Rude."

"Baby, so long as you just talk to me, we'll be okay. Don't just show up and declare you're gonna break up with me. I think there's some steps we can take before it gets to that."

He watches Eddie swallow thickly before he nods his head. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."

"So, we okay? You aren't gonna break my heart?"

Eddie whimpers at that, throwing himself forward to shove his face into Steve's neck. Steve settles his hand on the back of Eddie's head, idly scratching it while his other arm tightens its hold. When Eddie speaks, it's muffled and directly into his skin. "No. No breaking hearts."

"Hmm, good," Steve says, content to hold his boyfriend in his kitchen for however long Eddie wants to be held.

He'll call and check in on Dustin a bit later, too.

#steddie #my fic #just needed to write something. anything!!#slice of life #steve is so used to eddies over reactions by now #thankfully he can talk him down #also it has come to my attention that the timeline of this is vague #it's supposed to be in 1990. it's 4 years after season 4

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chxrrywxvss · 18 days ago

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now give Logan and Reader a beautiful wedding, babies and a house with white picket fence on the Canadian way of living 🤧

HELP MEE here is my sincere apology for my last post

Every Inch Of Me

“My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder.”

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Afab!Reader

Word Count: 3k

NOT PROOFREAD.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the clearing nestled in the Canadian Rockies. The air was fragrant with wildflowers, their colors vibrant against the backdrop of towering pines and majestic mountains. On this perfect day, everything felt imbued with magic. You stood at the end of a makeshift aisle, heart racing, your hands trembling slightly as you clutched a bouquet of white lilies and lavender.

As you took your first steps toward Logan, time seemed to stretch and bend. Each footfall echoed with the love that had carried you both through so much. Logan stood there, waiting for you, his rugged features softened by the gentle light and a look of pure adoration on his face. He wore a simple dark suit, but the way he held himself—strong, yet vulnerable—made him look more handsome than ever.

Friends and family surrounded you—some you had known for years, others who had traveled from far and wide to witness this moment. Among them were familiar faces from the X-Men, each one smiling, their eyes glistening with happiness. You could see Storm, dressed in an elegant gown, her joy radiating like the sun; and Scott, adjusting his tie nervously as he exchanged glances with Jean, who beamed with pride.

As you walked down the aisle, every gaze felt like a warm embrace, but it was Logan’s eyes that captured you completely. They were a storm of emotions—love, joy, and a hint of disbelief. You could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you, a blend of excitement and nervousness swirling in your stomach.

When you finally reached him, the world around you faded into a blur. The officiant’s voice was a distant hum as you and Logan locked eyes, the connection palpable and electric. “Do you, [name], take Logan to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The words washed over you, and with a breathless nod, you responded, “I do.”

Logan’s expression softened further, and you could see the man who had fought so hard against his past, now standing before you, ready to embrace a future filled with love. “And do you, Logan, take [name] to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

His voice was steady, but you could feel the depth of his emotion. “I do,” he said, his gaze unwavering, as if he were promising you the very world itself

With vows exchanged and rings slipped onto fingers, the officiant pronounce you husband and wife. The moment was surreal, and as you leaned in for your first kiss, the cheers from your friends and family erupted around you, echoing through the mountains like a joyous song. It felt as though the earth itself rejoiced with you.

As your lips met, you melted into him, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. This was it—the culmination of countless battles, both external and internal, that had brought you here. In that kiss, you tasted the promise of forever, the union of two souls who had weathered storms together and emerged stronger.

When you broke apart, his forehead rested against yours, and you could see the unshed tears glistening in his eyes. “I can’t believe we did it,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “We did it together, Logan.”

With laughter and tears mingling, you turned to face your loved ones, their faces beaming with joy. The celebration began, filled with music, dancing, and heartfelt speeches. You and Logan shared the first dance, surrounded by twinkling lights strung overhead. As you swayed to the music, he held you close, his heart beating in sync with yours.

“I never thought I could feel this way,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. “You’ve changed everything for me.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes, and you tightened your grip around his neck. “You’ve always been worth it, Logan. You’ve always been worth fighting for.”

—-----------------------------------------------------

The day had finally arrived. After weeks of searching, you and Logan stood in front of your new home, a quaint white picket house nestled against the backdrop of the majestic Canadian Rockies. The sun bathed the landscape in a warm glow, and the air was crisp with the scent of pine and fresh earth. You could hardly believe it; this was the place where you would build your life together.

Logan turned to you, a mix of disbelief and joy on his rugged face. “Can you believe we actually did it?” His voice was husky, filled with emotion as he took in the sight of the house. “This is ours.”

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes. “It’s perfect,” you whispered, feeling a rush of excitement. You stepped forward to touch the white picket fence, running your fingers along the smooth wood. It felt like a promise of all the memories you would create here.

As you walked toward the front door, Logan’s hand found yours, and together you opened the door to your new life. The inside was a blank canvas, the walls waiting to be filled with laughter and love. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the wooden floors, and you could almost hear the echoes of future footsteps.

“What do you think?” Logan asked, glancing around the living room, where a fireplace stood at the far end, its mantle waiting for family photos and decorations.

“It’s beautiful,” you replied, imagining how cozy it would be during the winter months, the two of you snuggled up by the fire with a cup of hot cocoa. “We could put a big, comfy couch here,” you suggested, pointing to a spot just opposite the fireplace. “One where we can all sit together.”

“Yeah, a big one,” he said, nodding thoughtfully. “And maybe a couple of armchairs. We could have a reading corner for the kids.”

Your heart swelled at the thought. “And a bookshelf filled with stories. I want to read to them every night,” you added, picturing Logan sitting in that corner, reading to your future children as they nestled against him, their eyes wide with wonder.

“Definitely,” Logan agreed, his expression softening. “I want them to know all the stories I loved as a kid. And maybe some of the ones I never got to hear.”

You took a moment to soak in the atmosphere, a sense of permanence washing over you. “This is where we’ll have our family,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion. “Can you imagine? Kids running around in the yard, playing in the snow, climbing the trees…”

His eyes sparkled as he pictured it, too. “I can see it now. A little girl with your smile, and a boy who’s just as stubborn as me,” he said with a chuckle.

You laughed, the sound light and airy, but it quickly turned into a heartfelt sigh as you thought of the future. “I want them to have adventures, Logan. To explore this beautiful place, to play in the mountains, to know that they’re safe and loved.”

Logan stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you. “They will be, darlin’. You and me? We’ll make sure of it.” His voice was low and sincere, the weight of his words resting comfortably in your heart.

With a gentle squeeze, he pulled back and surveyed the empty room once more. “What about the kitchen? We need a big table. Somewhere we can all gather for meals.”

“Yes! A big, rustic dining table where we can have family dinners,” you said, your excitement bubbling over.

Logan chuckled, the sound deep and rich. “And I’ll be the one cooking, right?” He raised an eyebrow playfully.

“Of course!” you laughed, picturing him in an apron with flour dusting his cheeks. “You’ll be the best chef ever. Just don’t burn the pancakes.”

“Hey, I can handle pancakes,” he said, feigning offense, but the warmth in his eyes told you he loved the idea. “And I can teach them to chop vegetables. We’ll have a whole cooking crew.”

You stepped back to take in the space more fully, your mind racing with possibilities. “What about the backyard? We could have a swing set, maybe a little garden. I want the kids to learn how to plant flowers and vegetables.”

“Definitely,” he agreed, his enthusiasm matching yours. “I can build a treehouse, too. Just like I always wanted when I was a kid.”

You could see it clearly—a wooden structure nestled in the branches, a place for your children to escape to, to dream and play. “They’ll love it. Just imagine them up there, playing pirates or explorers.”

Logan’s expression turned serious as he looked at you. “You know, I never thought I’d want a family. Not with everything I’ve been through,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But with you, I see a future. I see them.”

The two of you stood in that empty room, the weight of your dreams and aspirations swirling around you. You could almost hear the laughter of children, the footsteps echoing through the halls, the warmth of family dinners filling the air with love. In that moment, you felt a profound connection—not just to Logan, but to the life you were about to build together.

As you stepped out onto the porch, the mountains stood tall in the distance, a silent witness to your journey. You turned to Logan, your heart brimming with hope. “This is just the beginning, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he replied, pulling you close. “The beginning of everything.”

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Logan stood outside, the crisp mountain air filling his lungs as he swung the axe down, splitting the log with a satisfying thud. Each strike resonated with a rhythm that mirrored the steady beat of his heart, a heartbeat that felt more alive than ever since you had come into his life. The chill of the approaching winter nipped at his skin, but the warmth of home—and you—drove him to keep working.

He paused for a moment, wiping the sweat from his brow and glancing back at the house. The white picket fence surrounded a place that had become a sanctuary, a home where laughter echoed through the halls. He could hear you inside, probably preparing lunch or tidying up, the sound of your movements a sweet melody he had come to adore.

Just as he was about to lift the axe again, he heard the front door swing open. He turned to see you rushing toward him, a sparkle in your eyes that sent a rush of warmth through him. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. “What’s got you in such a hurry, darlin’?”

Before he could even process your words, you launched yourself into his arms, knocking him backward onto the soft earth. The impact was unexpected, and he landed with a thud, the air whooshing from his lungs. He looked up at you, a mix of surprise and joy flooding through him.

“Logan! I’m pregnant!” you shouted, your face lit up with excitement, eyes sparkling like the stars above the mountains.

For a moment, time froze. The world around him faded, and all he could focus on was you—your smile, the way your hair caught the sunlight, the sheer joy radiating from you. The enormity of your words sank in, and a rush of emotions crashed over him like a wave. He felt the weight of the past lift, replaced by a joy he had never imagined possible.

“Pregnant?” he echoed, disbelief mingling with elation. He blinked several times, trying to absorb the reality of what you had just said. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes, a vulnerability he hardly ever allowed himself to show.

You nodded enthusiastically, your laughter bubbling up like a spring. “Yes! We’re going to have a baby!”

Unable to contain himself, Logan pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. The scent of you—warm, comforting, and utterly intoxicating—filled his senses. “Oh, God,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “This is… this is incredible.”

He could feel the tremors of his own body as he held you, the strength of his arms contrasting with the fragility of the moment. You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, and he saw the glistening joy reflected in yours. “I didn’t know how you’d react,” you confessed, your voice softening.

“React?” he said, a laugh escaping his lips, a sound he hadn’t made in what felt like ages. “I’m… I’m just so damn happy.”

Tears began to flow freely down his cheeks, and he didn’t care. He was overwhelmed, raw with emotion, the weight of his past, of his fears, melting away in the face of this new life you were bringing into the world. “You’re serious?” he asked again, his heart racing.

“Absolutely,” you said, your voice cracking slightly as you grinned down at him. “I’m going to be a mother, Logan. We’re going to be parents!”

With a sudden surge of energy, he flipped you over, pinning you playfully beneath him in the soft grass. “You’re not just saying this to get out of chores, are you?” he teased, though the joy in his eyes betrayed the lightness of the moment.

You laughed, a sound that filled the air with warmth. “No way! This is the real deal!”

Logan’s heart swelled as he stared into your eyes. In that moment, he understood the depth of the love you shared. This wasn’t just about the two of you anymore; this was the beginning of a family, a legacy that would carry your love forward. The thought filled him with a fierce protectiveness.

With a sudden seriousness, he leaned down, resting his forehead against yours. “I’ll do everything I can to protect you both,” he vowed, his voice low and steady. “You have my word.”

“I know you will,” you whispered, your breath warm against his skin. “And I’ll be right there with you.”

As he pulled you into his arms again, the weight of the world felt lighter. The mountains stood tall around you, a testament to the strength of your love. In that moment, Logan knew that he would face anything for you and the life you were about to build together.

“Let’s go inside,” he said eventually, pulling you to your feet and planting a kiss on your forehead. “We’ve got a lot to plan.”

“Like what?” you asked, a mischievous glint in your eye.

“Like what color to paint the nursery,” he replied, grinning. “And how to keep this little one from turning into a troublemaker like their old man.”

You laughed, and as you both walked back toward the house, hand in hand, Logan felt a profound sense of peace wash over him. He wasn’t afraid anymore; he was ready to embrace the future. Together, you would create a life filled with love, laughter, and the pitter-patter of little feet.

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Life in the mountains wasn’t without its challenges. Logan’s past often cast long shadows over your bright days. He struggled with the demons of his history, moments when his temper flared or when the weight of his past threatened to pull him under. But through it all, you stood by him, reassuring him with your love.

One evening, after a particularly tough day, Logan sat on the porch, staring into the distance. You could see the storm brewing in his eyes. “I’m not the man you think I am,” he said, his voice heavy.

You sat beside him, taking his hand in yours. “You’re my husband and the father of our children. That’s all that matters.”

“But I’ve done things… seen things that haunt me,” he replied, anguish lacing his words.

“I know,” you said softly. “But that doesn’t define you. You’re here now, and you’re doing your best. Our kids don’t see the past; they see the man who loves them.”

His gaze softened as he looked at you, the turmoil in his eyes slowly giving way to understanding. “I don’t want to hurt you or them.”

“You won’t,” you promised. “We’re a team. No matter what comes, we’ll face it together.”

“Now, come on. The kids want you inside for dinner.” you smiled and stood, taking his hand.

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As the years rolled on, the mountains witnessed the growth of your family, each day filled with new adventures and cherished moments. You built snowmen in the winter, hiked through vibrant autumn leaves, and spent lazy summer days by the lake. The love that filled your home was palpable, a warm glow that could weather any storm.

One crisp autumn evening, as the leaves danced in the wind, Logan pulled you aside. “I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice steady.

You looked up at him, heart racing. “About what?”

“About us. About everything we’ve built together.” He paused, his eyes searching yours. “I’m not afraid anymore.”

Those words hung in the air, a promise and a confession. You felt tears prick at your eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of his love and the journey you had taken together.

“Logan…” you whispered, your heart swelling.

He stepped closer, cupping your face in his hands. “I’m not afraid of my past. I’m not afraid of losing you or our kids. You’ve shown me what love really is, and I’m ready to embrace it all. I’m not afraid anymore.”

In that moment, you knew that whatever trials lay ahead, you would face them together. The mountains stood tall behind you, the stars beginning to twinkle overhead as you shared a kiss, sealing your promise of love. With Logan by your side, you were ready to conquer the world.

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Years passed, and your children grew, but the love between you and Logan remained as strong as ever. You often found yourselves reflecting on the journey—a wedding in the mountains, a home filled with laughter, and the beauty of family.

As you and Logan sat together on the porch, watching your daughter and son play in the leaves, you leaned against him, feeling content. “Can you believe how far we’ve come?” you asked, smiling.

“Yeah, it’s been a hell of a ride,” he replied, his arm pulling you closer.

“And I wouldn’t trade a single moment,” you said, your heart full.

“I love you,” he murmured, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too, Logan. Always.”

And as the sun set behind the mountains, you knew that everything would be alright.

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