Steddie Oneshots

A Day At The Fair Pt. 1

a/n: I actually just went to an art fair so part one is partially inspired by that. It was really nice and I got cool jewelry. I may have been scammed by a Romani family, but it's ok because I gave them the benefit of the doubt. I'm really into Steddie lately and I desperately miss Eddie so I'm writing oneshots. It's a stage of grief, look it up. Anywho, I'll probably post part two tomorrow and after that I'll post more because I have a lot of ideas for oneshots. So make sure you put this story in your library or whatever. Look out for updates, because they'll be coming. I'm also planning to release a Reddie oneshot book soon so if you're an It fan keep an eye out for that. Enjoy these lovely awkward boys, I promise there'll be more tension in the second part. 

"Steve! Steve! Look at the records!!!" Eddie squeals excitedly, pulling Steve over to a tented stall with painted records decorating the shelves. They were, admittedly, beautiful. There were portraits of bands, sunsets, and even a replica of the cover art on David Bowie's Heroes album. A bearded man sits behind a folding table at the back of the tent, hands clasped in front of him. Steve glances at the wild-haired boy beside him, an excited grin on his face. It made Steve melt.

"Howdy boys. Hope you're enjoying the fair, there's some talented people this year. All the Sinatra is half off and the shelf to your left is clearance. Love your shirt by the way," the man says, pointing to Eddie's Led Zeppelin T-shirt.

"Thanks, man. These rock," Eddie points to the records, stepping further into the man's stall. The man hums appreciatively. Steve lets Eddie do his thing, eyeing a serene portrait of Vicki Peterson. He smiles at the artist's rendition of the world depicted in Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds. He's never been into the psychedelic era Beatles but he does like that song.

"Stevie," Eddie whispers, sounding shocked. Steve turns to face him, seeing his eyes wide. He scrunches his nose, confused by his friend's excitement. Then he sees the record Eddie clutches in his hand. Steve gently grabs Eddie's wrist and lifts the record up for him to see. A grin erupts over his face as he sees the art on the record's surface. He glances up to meet Eddie's eyes and pries the record from his hand. He walks over to the man and pulls forty bucks from his pocket, handing it over.

"Good choice," the man says, eyes flitting over to Eddie who's grinning like a maniac. The man hands Steve a bag and Steve places the record inside. He thanks the man, grabs Eddie's hand, and pulls him from the stall.

"Wait, Steve! I can't believe I just let you pay for that! How much was it? I'll pay you back," Eddie begins, reaching into his pocket. Steve stops him, grabbing both of his hands and pulling him into a gap between the tents, out of the public eye. He faces Eddie, locking their eyes.

"Eddie, I'm glad to do it. I know how much it means to you. And it's just my parents' stupid money; they gave me the money because they think an art fair like this will give me a better outlook on life, whatever the fuck that means. Truth be told I'm only here because you wanted to go," at that Eddie frowns and opens his mouth to say something. Probably an apology. "Eddie, I'm having fun! The live music was fun. The marijuana booth was fun. The drive here was even fun. You're fun! So what if I don't get art, you get art and you explain it to me so uh... nicely. Anyway, back to the record. If you pay me back I'll kick your ass Munson, you got it? It's the least I could do after you saved our asses from those bats."

Eddie finally stops trying to argue, staring into Steve's eyes. Steve is suddenly aware that he's still gripping both of Eddie's hands. He can feel Eddie's cold rings against his own warm flesh and he shivers. His eyes subconsciously flit down to Eddie's lips which are tilted up in a fond smile. When he looks back up to meet Eddie's eyes, he sees the long-haired boy boasting a confused eyebrow-scrunch. Heat rushes to his cheeks and he clears his throat in embarrassment, breaking the silence.