@steddie-week Day 4 - body swap
i'm challenging myself to keep each of these at 660 words; see day one for more of an explanation!
“Eddie! Eddie wake up!”
Steve’s own sleepy face blinks up at him confused, then snaps into shock when his body throws itself backward and nearly off the bed. “Jesus H. Christ!”
“What the fuck is happening, Eddie?!”
“Steve?”
“Yeah it’s Steve, and this is not my dick!”
Steve watches his own face shift into a scowl, “Why’re you looking at my dick?!”
“How else am I supposed to piss? I didn’t even realize there was something wrong until I fuckin’ whipped it out!” Steve feels his throat strain as his voice pitches higher, “Lo’ and behold, I look in the mirror and your stupid face is staring back at me!”
“Hey! My face isn’t stupid.”
“You’re right, it’s the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen,” he says, voice teetering on sarcastic. “Now what in the actual fuck is happening?!”
Eddie opens his mouth to reply, and there’s no doubt it’d be scathing, but instead, Steve watches the color drain from his face.
“Oh fuck”
“What?”
“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry Steve.”
“For what??”
“I– Okay, we were pretty toasted last night but I distinctly remember thinking– wishing I suppose– that you could..” Eddie gulps once, loudly, and it’s weird to see so much of the mannerisms he’s learned to pick up on whenever he’s around the other man, plastered on his own face..
“...You wished?” He leads when Eddie doesn’t continue.
“I wished that you could see me the way I see you.“
Now it’s Steve's turn to let the cogs turn.
He can recognize the tone of his own voice, the vulnerable lilt to it. Eddie’s nervous.
Eddie wanted Steve to see him the way.. Does that mean..Eddie also has feelings for him?
Instead of unpacking all that, Steve says, “And you think that’s what happened here?”
Eddie huffs a sigh, he still hasn’t made eye contact with him (himself?). “I mean, sure, that’s what always happens with wishes, the genie plays with your words.”
“Always.” Steve deadpans, watching Eddie run his fingers (Steves! Steve’s own fingers!) though his (again, Steve’s!) hair
“Yeah! They always twist shit around to teach you some fucked up lesson, or just to fuck with you.” Eddie starts to chew on one of the aforementioned fingers then, nibbling on what Steve knows is some unseen flaw on his cuticle.
“Eddie, genies aren’t real.”
“Yeah, well, until this past spring, I didn’t think that monsters from another dimension were real either.'' The same finger goes back to his teeth once he’s finished talking, and, curious, Steve looks down at his (Eddie's, damn this is still weird) same finger, the pointer of his right hand. There’s a noticeable divot in the skin there on the side of his nailbed, and it’s pink still, recently gnawed.
“Dude! Don’t chew my finger off!”
Eddie ignores the request, “You’re not gonna say anything?”
“About what? My poor finger?”
“No! About—” he cuts himself off, dropping the hand to wipe his finger on the leg of his pants. “Nevermind, what are we gonna do about this?”
“No, what were you going to say?”
“Nothing man, let’s just figure this out.”
“Okay, fine, I’ll say it then; Argyle’s actually a genie and his “super mellow” La Uva Loca made us swap bodies because you think I don’t find you as hot as you find me.” Steve looks at his own face, jaw dropped and eyes wide in surprise..and promises himself to never make that face again. “If I knew it was going to cause such a problem, I would’ve told you how I felt a while ago.”
Eddie blinks once more, then rolls his eyes, “Ha Ha Ha, very funny Steve. Now really, what are we going to do?”
“I wasn’t kidding Eddie. I’ve thought you were hot since we found you at Rick’s.”
Eddie’s gaping again.
“And sure, it’ll be weird, but I have an idea.”
He sighs, “Alright, sure. Lay it on me, big boy.”
Steve grins, “Kiss me.”
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