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Wayne knows eavesdropping isn't the done thing. He's definitely old enough to know better, and he wasn't going to. He had a plan. He was going to walk directly into the living room, so they'd know he was awake, and after he'd fixed his cup of coffee, he'd plopped into his perfectly worn in recliner and subtly glare at the Harrington boy until he squirmed.

Mostly because it amused Wayne, but also just a little sliver of it was because he wanted the Harrington boy to know Wayne didn't think he was good enough for his boy. But only a little! Lord knows that Wayne couldn't do anything to make Eddie change his mind about Steve Harrington, short of Harrington proving Wayne right. Which he doesn't actually want because he doesn't want Eddie hurt.

He's just... He expects it to happen. That's what boys like Harrington do to boys like Eddie. He's seen it enough times to know that this song and dance leave no room for improvisation. Boys like Harrington play around, get their kicks with the devotion Eddie shows them, and then when they've had their fill, they leave.

Boys like Harrington will never be good enough for Eddie, but they always leave with Eddie feeling like he's not enough. Wayne hates it.

Anyway, his plan wasn't to eavesdrop. It's just that Harrington said his name and Wayne found himself standing still instead of continuing.

"Why doesn't Wayne like me?" Harrington asks.

"This again?" Eddie says dismissively, which has Wayne agreeing. His opinion shouldn't have bearing on their friendship.

A deep sigh from Harrington before, "I just. It's- he means so much to you. And, like, I- nevermind. It's stupid. I'm stupid."

"Hey," Eddie sounds a type of serious that Wayne rarely hears from him, "you're not stupid. And you gotta quit fucking saying that. You say it enough and you'll start to believe it and it's not true."

"Hard to quit feeling stupid when people dismiss my concerns like they are stupid," Harrington snaps back, bitchy as can be. The tone makes Wayne bristle on behalf of Eddie. His boy doesn't reply immediately, though. Doesn't bite back like Wayne's used to hearing. Huh. Maybe he's growing up, just a little.

"You're right, Steve," Eddie says when he finally speaks. "That was dismissive. I'm sorry. Explain it to me. Why does it matter to you whether Wayne likes you or not?"

"Well, because he's your family."

"Yeah," Eddie agrees, "he is. But that doesn't explain why it matters. I don't care if your parents like me or not."

"That's different!"

"How?" Eddie asks, soft but firm.

"Because their opinion doesn't matter. It's not- It's irrelevant. What they think."

"That makes no sense. Wayne's opinion matters because he's my family, but your parents' opinion doesn't even though they're your family?"

"Yes!"

"But why?" Eddie presses.

"Because they're bad people!" Steve bursts, not quite shouting but close. "Because when bad people don't think highly of you, it's not a fault in you. Their disproval is, like, a compliment. They don't like you because you're too different from them. And that's great! You shouldn't want their approval. It's different, because your uncle is a good person. And when a good person doesn't like you, it is your fault. It's something- it's..." Harrington loses steam here, voice dropping low and defeated, "there's something wrong with me. Something in me that- that he just knows. Senses about me or whatever. Something wrong or rotten or-"

"Steve! That's bullshit. Sure, Wayne's been standoffish, but he'll come around. You're not wrong, or rotten, or whatever else you think you are."

"How do you know that? I was an asshole most of life and what if that's just the real me? What if that's who I'll always be deep down. 'Cause I'm trying so damn hard, man. I'm giving it my all trying to be a better person and it's not enough! Everyone still talks about who I was in high school and even you-" Harrington snaps his mouth closed so hard that Wayne hears the clack of his teeth from his position in the hallway. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- I'm sorry."

"Steve. This is about more than just my uncle's opinion of you, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

"I want you, too. I want to know if I've ever done anything to make you feel like you aren't enough."

Wayne really shouldn't be listening. He should back down the hall and into his room. Give them time to talk.

"No, Eddie, you don't make me feel like- that's not what I meant. I just. I'm...."

"Hey, Stevie, you can tell me."

"I'm just so afraid that... That one day everyone will wake up and realize what Wayne already knows. That I'm not good enough for them. For you."

Oh. Wayne really shouldn't be listening.

"I'll admit that Wayne's opinion is important to me, for a lot of things. But not about you. What I feel about you, how I feel about you, isn't dictated by Wayne."

"Sure. I mean, I know that, like, logically or whatever. But it's. I can't convince my brain that you won't just. Hate me one day. And I- fuck, Eddie, I'm already halfway in love with you and-"

"You're in love with me?" Eddie interrupts, sounding awed, starstruck, and Wayne cannot be listening anymore. He backs down the hall silently and back into his room.

Steve Harrington seems to think that he's a good person, but he's not feeling like a good person at the moment.

He's got some thinking to do.

After 8 years of waiting.... Har har har

(Hope everyone gets to watch the movie💕❤️💕 :D)

He's so confused

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STWG daily prompt 5/11/23

prompt: daylight savings

pairing/character(s): steddie and their little kid who is somewhere between 12 and 18 months old idk how babies work

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The sound of babbled yells wake Steve up abruptly, and from the way he feels Eddie tense up where he's sprawled out over Steve's chest, he figures he's awake as well.

"Your turn." Steve grumbles, stubbornly keeping his eyes shut and turning his head away from the baby monitor. (They don't even need it at this point, Lydia's loud enough down the hall on her own. It's just to soothe their own anxieties about not hearing her somehow.)

It might seem mean of him to not jump up to go to his baby, but he knows what each of her cries mean. And this one is barely a cry at all, more of her yelling her current favourite cycle of words. Dada, papa, baba, and dog are the current ones.

"Dadadadadada. Dadadadada!" She's currently yelling, sounding like she's right up against the baby monitor. She might be, is probably standing up in her crib and holding onto the bars while she calls for them.

Eddie groans, and finally starts to move.

"'s too early, what the fuck." He murmurs after his warmth leaves the bed, and Steve finally opens his eyes to glance at their alarm clock. It reads 5:24AM. Usually she at least lets them sleep until 6:30. Although...

"Didn't the clocks change last night?" He asks quietly, words becoming more intelligible now he's a little more awake. He vaguely remembers turning the clocks in the house back by an hour when they went to bed last night, in preparation.

"Fuck. Yeah." Eddie sighs, and then finally walks out of the room.

Steve snuggles back into his pillows, and closes his eyes again. But before he can start drifting back into the realm of sleep, he hears Eddie's voice through the baby monitor, higher pitched in the way he usually talks to Lydia.

"Hiya, Lyds. You're up early today, huh?"

"Papapapapapa."

"Yeah, that's me. You know, you're supposed to turn your clocks back so you don't wake up so early. Lemme help you with that, I think your clock is in your tummy."

And Steve grins to himself as Eddie makes exaggerated mechanical noises with his mouth and Lydia giggles afterward. Eddie's sound effects dissolve into chuckles too eventually.

What a lovely sound to fall back asleep to.

Ness never gets sick. And when he does, to put it lightly, it fucking sucks.

He's usually zooming all over the place, taking orders (in the diner, duhh) left and right, making cheery remarks and comments to whoever, and flashing that cheery grin.

And then he gets sick. Looks like he hasn't slept in a month, paler than the uniform on his back, and his eyebags are like nothing you've ever seen. Andy doesn't even give him the chance to tie his apron before he's shoving him out the back door with an order to go home and sleep "for ONCE, Ness".

And no matter what disease or sickness he's picked up after working and theorising 25/8, he always gets the sniffles. Constantly has a rose tipped nose and tissues by his side. He doesn't even have a cold or anything of that kind, but a runny nose always comes to haunt him. He hates it. He whines about it to Mike who jokes that he has a curse, which of course sends Ness falling deep into the rabbit hole of disturbing the paranormal and the consequences behind jt (its all tied to the freddys case, its always tied to the freddys case). Mike puts him on bedrest for a week, even notepads are banned until he's better.

I lobe him:(

(This is what I was thinking of but in Mike's room and more eepy and sick and miserable, he needs eep)

IS EXACTLY WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING

i may be gay but god damn she could step on me in those red heels and id thank her

JDJSISJFHDUDJS STOPT HSTS SO COOL😭😭

I WAS LITERALLY ABOUT RO REPLY TO IT TODAYLSIDDHO

HE IS SO BACK NOW TJO, NEXT WEEK WILL GO CRAZY. SECURITYWAITER, NESS SILLIES, MY GOOFY GUYS!!!😭

these were the progress photos I took for a drawing of Burnt out Ness. Mike basically puts him on house arrest because he will not stop overworking himself. But because he's so tired and everything is so much he keeps snapping at customers which makes him feel even worse so he's sitting watching star trek like the angriest cat in the whole world. the picture of matpat is a reference pic for the hair Final Product

What if I literally jamp RIGHT NOW.

This is the most homophobic thing that's ever happened to me in my entire life.

THAT IS NOT MIKE WHAT IF I LITERALLY KILLED MYSELF RIGHT NOW IM GOING TO FUCKING JUMP.

I DONT CARE THAT HE LOOKS GREAT DUDE THATS NOT MIKE WHAT IF I DIED RIGHT NOW 😭💔

3 hours later

Wellll ya seeeee maybe we could figure something out I GUESSS..

OH MY GOD. MY HEART😭

Finally have the confidence to post something dreamtheory/securitywaiter related

Whaaaaaaat, Ness is sick?? Noooo.....

What a creative idea I have for (Ness) accidentally not posting for a week, whew🤧

BUT. SECURITYWAITER VERY OBVIOUS HINT OHH??? SECURITYWAITER LIKE A SLAP IN THE FACE?? Oh do I wonder what happened over that week to lead to this, mhm, I do I do..

BUT! Ness will be back in full swing, aswell as Sparky's :D

I procrastinate even if it's over something I've got brain rot over (securitywaiter ✊😔)

Expect some new posts soon, I have so much planned for our boys (and sparkys) :D

(@nestortheory and @sparkysdinerhurricane Instas!)

Also, look at Ness go, 23 followers already :')