#Steve needs love

[joehawke]

My current headcanon obsession is Eddie just absolutely seeing through all of Steve’s bullshit (Ie. the fake smiles and the fake laughter and phrases that continue to bubble out of him despite the winces Eddie catches onto) and just absolutely calling him out on it. And because Steve isn’t used to people caring about him, and because he’s never been one to bite his tongue and rather uses his words as a shield of protection because it’s all he’s ever known, he shoots back at him, venom dripping from his tongue as he quietly says “and why would you care Munson? You don’t know a single thing about me”. And Eddie hopes the hurt is concealed, and Eddie wishes he could say something in retaliation, but Eddie’s a runner; always has been. So when Steve gets a knock on the door hours after everyone’s gone home, Eddie is the last person Steve expects to see at the door.

“When you were 7, you found a stray alley cat behind the elementary school and kept it inside your room for 3 weeks before your parents finally found it and made you get rid of him. When you were 14, you got high for the first time on Tommy Hagens roof after a particularly bad fight with your parents. You greened out and didn’t smoke again until you were 16. When you were 18, you once stayed up all night binge watching every Rob Lowe movie you could find. You hate the color purple for reasons you refuse to tell anyone. You have a box full of cheesy romance movies collecting dust under your bed because ever since Nancy you haven’t allowed yourself to watch them unless Robin makes you. You have a scar right above your left knee from the time you skinned your knee trying to skateboard. You say I don’t know you Stevie? I think I’d spend the rest of my life continuing to collect this information, and I need you to know that because you Steve Harrington? You are something worth knowing”

[navnae]

I think when the group would get out of the upside down they’re closer than ever. Nothing really changes when everybody starts to hangout except Eddie is a new addition to the group and he’s automatically adored by everyone. His charisma drew people in immediately and overall he’s just an amazing person to be around. Steve grows closer to him the more they start to be around each other but they never really have an alone moment until Eddie suggests. Unlike all of the old friends Steve has had in the past he didn’t feel like he had to act like whole different person around Eddie, he didn’t have to put on a facade to fit. Eddie was so down to earth whenever they talked. All the conversations flowed casually and there was never a single second where Steve felt like he was being examined underneath a microscope because of every little thing that he did or said. Eddie allowed him to be free for once in his life without any judgement. Steve slowly started to feel some kind of attachment to Eddie and if he wasn’t around Steve would feel a little down about it. It didn’t click to Steve that he had other friends outside of the group but that was another thing, did he even consider Steve as a friend. He asked himself that question a thousand times and every time he answers he would end up hurting himself. Those days of Steve being mean replayed in his head making him think Eddie wouldn’t be friends with him. Just because he changed doesn’t erase what he’s done.

Steve knows how relationships in his life works, they’re always going to end with him being alone and them resenting him for the rest of time. Eddie didn’t look at him with hate so Steve was under the impression that they were friends but he didn’t want to slap that label on them just in case Eddie thought otherwise. When Eddie asks him to hang out again Steve already had the question on the tip of his tongue. He watched Eddie talk as if he was movie that he could watch for hours, his voice filling the room beautifully as he spoke, his eyes glistening because of the lamp light that was in his room. Steve felt at peace for the first time in his life and he wanted to feel this way for little bit longer even if it wasn’t going to last long. Eddie noticed Steve was being silent the looked at him with a confused expression.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asked worriedly. Steve bit his lip as he created his sentence in his head not really sure how he would say it.

“I need to know something.” Steve said softly. His heart was beating out of his chest. Eddie kept his gaze on Steve, letting him know that all of his attention was on him.

“Okay. What is it?” Eddie started to look even more worried. Steve took a deep breath before he finally spoke.

“Are we friends? I know it’s stupid and it shouldn’t matter but for the past few days I’ve enjoyed spending time with you b-but not in a weird way. I just wanted to know because I feel like we get along really well and we always have a good time-“

“Steve,” Eddie said in between a laugh as he placed a hand Steve’s shoulder. Steve didn’t expect to ramble on like he did but his mind was all over the place and he really needed to get an answer. Eddie smiled widely, “ I like spending time with you too and of course we’re friends. Do you think I’d let anybody just come over where I lay my head?”

“No… I guess not. I just didn’t want to build something that’s one sided and most of my friendships have ended pretty badly. This time I don’t want that.” Steve trailed off. He was saying too much now he was positive that Eddie didn’t want to be friends with him anymore.

“And that won’t happen because I’m not like your friends in the past. I’m not going to shut you out, I’m always here to talk if you need anything because that’s what friends are for, okay?” Eddie whispered. He placed his hand on top of Steve’s. A soft smile appearing on his face as he looked at Steve.

Steve’s breathing hitched at the sudden feeling of Eddie’s hand in his. Another thing that Steve liked about Eddie was if he felt strongly about something he wasn’t afraid to say or do it. He held Steve’s hand with no shame despite the negative things society would say about them if anyone caught them like this. Softly touching Steve’s skin like he was something fragile, he too his time with Steve it took him so long to be open with anyone especially another guy. Hesitated squeezing Eddie’s hand for a few seconds until he gave in and held it. It felt like weight was being lifted off of Steve’s shoulders. Steve smiled back and like always it was a genuine smile with Eddie. He didn’t ask Eddie if he could sleep in Eddie’s bed it just happened somehow. Eddie offered his bed and both of them laid in it talking about how the world was going to shit as they speak but none of that mattered because they had each other. Both of them were feeling sleepy as it hit midnight. Steve noticed Eddie fell asleep first as the light snores came from him and his hair falling over his face messily, he looked cute. Steve reached his hand out to push the curly strands behind Eddie’s ear and in his sleep he leaned into the touch. Steve smiled at the sleeping boy then removed his hand before turning over to his side of the bed.

He prayed that this friendship would last because for once he felt so good and understood.

Eddie changed Steve’s life forever.

[octaviusing]

Alex Hirsch cursed my brain with pyramid Steve and this is the only way I can remove him from my thoughts

[william-snekspeare]

All time favorite video of Steve 🧡🤍

(dw he does have air in there!)

[imfinereallyy]

you can pry happy endings from my cold-dead hands. It can be the most heart stopping, gut wrenching fic that has every existed and I will read every drop of it if I get my happy ending. I have had enough painful endings in real life, give me happy in my fantasy world. It can be at the last second, it can be a single sentence, even a single word. Give me all the angst and hurt in the world for 500,000 words, but please give me the comfort I need in the ending. please and thank you.

[lazylittledragon]

mombin pt 9!! it's been too long i'm sorry

(1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)

[clovreat3r]

The man behind the slaughter..

could they even be considered a man?

edit: i didn’t know there were already so many people rolling around in their beds and curling their toes for Steve raglan

[ironshieldchild]

THERES NO FUCKING WAY

[whathehonestfuk]

Rockstar! Eddie and transfem! Hoh! Stevie

Eddie being aggressively enthusiastically publicly in love with her because that's his fucking wife! (No matter if they can't get legally married because Stevie can't change her gender marker and gay marriage isn't legal yet)

Eddie getting worried for all of five minutes when the transphobia and abelism start rolling in but Stevie is a mean girl and a bitch at heart and puts it to good use

Robin being Stevie's go to asl interpreter who signs all the stupid shit people say so she can laugh at them with Stevie

Corroded coffin refusing to be interviewed or photographed ect by anyone who has been openly transphobic or abelism to anyone not just Stevie

Their poor pr manager whose trying to get them to tone it down a little bit to be more "mainstream and palatable to people" which only gets them to double down because fuck that

[strawberryyyenthusiast]

Dancing with the stars Steddie au 😫

Steve is one of the professional dancers on the show and is paired with frontman of Corroded Coffin, Eddie Munson, who can barely walk in a straight line when sober.

Eddie doesn’t take the gig at first bc he knows that he’s going to be the first one to be kicked out and he doesn’t want to ruin that for the dancer that he’s paired with. Chrissy, CC’s manager, ends up convincing him since it would be great pr and would help reinforce his whole “don’t knock it ‘till you try it” attitude.

The first time they meet is super awkward and Steve keeps making these little bitchy remarks that has Eddie falling head over heels for this quick-witted prep of a man— not to mention that he has a great ass.

Much to Eddie’s surprise, they make it to the finals and Eddie has gained some balance on his legs and a lot more rhythm. (His fans are raving over the fact that he doesn’t look like a baby deer when he does more than walk, plus the newfound, wiry muscles that emerged on his arms and legs were much appreciated).

When they are training for the final dance, Eddie starts to make each session longer than it has to be because he doesn’t want to stop hanging out with Steve. Over these couple of weeks, he’s fallen totally in love with Steve and everyone but Steve seems to notice.

They are waiting to go on stage when Eddie looks into Steve’s eyes and says, “I want you to know that whatever happens, I’m taking you on a date after this.”

Steve just nods and says, “thank god.”

They perform a salsa that has the crowd screaming when they get into their final pose: Steve’s leg wrapped around Eddie’s waist as Eddie dips him.

They don’t win the show, which is totally fine with the both of them. Brad Pitt won with his crowd appeal and gyrating hips.

Steve and Eddie are just happy that they met. Even with their second place status, most watchers of the show deemed them the true winners.

Then they go out on a date and fall in love and get married and adopt kids and grow old together and they stitch TikToks of them reacting to the edits that people have made.

[florallylly]

less steve harrington "i try to be a good guy despite my past" and more steve harrington "i've always been a good person (albeit probs annoying asf), you just stereotyped me based on my interest in sports"

[ohrackham]

what was the point of lila thinking home was a feeling she didn't deserve and could never earn until she found diego. what was the point of them finding deep, meaningful love in each other. what was the point of lila opening her heart and confessing that all she really wanted was a family with him.

what was the point of developing diego and lila over two seasons, creating such a beautiful, chaotic bond, just to destroy it for no reason.

[age-of-moonknight]

“Systemic Approach (Part Two),” Avengers Unlimited (Vol. 1/2022), Infinity Comic, #64.

Writer: Mat Groom; Penciler and Inker: Caio Majado; Colorist: Pete Pantazis; Letterer: Joe Sabino

[imfinereallyy]

Eddie’s on the couch shirtless, and Steve is having a full-on crisis.

Eddie’s bare chest is on full display on Robin and Steve’s couch, and Steve is having a full-blown, how did this not click til now, crisis.

Steve knows he’s staring. Knows he needs to stop staring. Eddie is going on a rant to them, something about society or something metal (he got distracted when Eddie whipped his shirt off), and Steve should really pay attention because he knows Eddie is going to quiz him after.

For someone who hates school so much, Eddie sure likes to test Steve.

Robin comes up behind Steve, slurping her slushy. “Oh no. I know that face. It finally caught up to you, didn’t it?”

Steve breaks his state to give Robin a wide-eyed look. “What—how—I—“ Steve’s shoulders sag; there is no point in hiding from Robin. “How’d you know?”

“Please, babe, I’ve been waiting. Glad to know you actually sped-run this. Was thinking you were going to pull a me and wait til Jenny Rodriguez asks to practice the stage kiss with you before you realized.”

“I have so many questions.”

“Don’t bother; nothing happened except me falling off the stage at rehearsal.”

Steve laughs but then chokes when he glances back at Eddie. “I think my brain just exploded, Robs. What do I do?”

Robin pats his back sympathetically, “There, there. Nothing you can do, bud. Just got to ride the gay thoughts wave.”

Steve makes a distressed noise. Robin rubs circles on his back.

Eddie interrupts their moment (clueless to the evident lesbian bisexual solidarity happening), “So what do you guys think? Should I get the sword here?” Eddie drags his hand slowly down his sternum.

“I need you to take it back.” Steve whips his head torwards Robin.

“Take it back?”

“The crisis, take it back.” Steve all but begs Robin.

“Sorry, there is a no refund policy. You can use it or push it to the side; it’s up to you. But either way, that baby is yours.” Robin uses her straw to emphasize her point.

Eddie tilts his head confused, “Uuuh guys? The tattoo?”

Steve waits a moment before responding. “Good.”

“I’m going to need more than that Stevie.”

“Good. Will look good on you. Anything looks good on you.” Steve has to resist shoving his face into his hands. He can feel the rush of heat up to his cheeks.

Eddie’s face breaks into a brilliant, and a little smug, smile. “Awe, thanks, sweetheart. Glad to know I got the Harrington approval.”

“You don’t need my approval to look good.” Steve was going to throw himself off the roof of their apartment. That didn’t even make any sense.

Eddie snorts, “Okay big boy. Whatever you say.”

It comes off flirtier than Steve thought a sarcastic comment could be. This time instead of responding, Steve just caves into the embarrassment, turns around, and starts lightly thumping his head into the wall.

“Eddie, c’mon, you broke him! Now I’m going to have to reboot him…again.”

Steve doesn’t see his face but doesn’t have to look to know that Eddie’s face is downright giddy. “Sorry.”

Steve doesn’t think he’s very sorry at all.

[unclewaynemunson]

"What. The. Fuck."

Over years of living in a trailer park, Eddie has seen his fair share of weird shit. But this right here? This surpasses everything.

Wayne is sitting on the couch in the living room, with an actual baby in his lap and a completely deadpan expression on his face like this is something that happens every day.

"Hey, Ed. Meet Sasha Munson."

"Sasha Munson?" Eddie repeats, hoping that saying the name out loud will make this whole thing less surreal. It doesn't, so he automatically switches right into disbelieving panic mode instead. "Sasha Munson?! What the fuck? She isn't mine, I promise, it's literally impossible, someone must've - Wait, hold on - Is she yours? Aren't you like fifty years too old to knock someone up? What the fuck did you do? Who's the mother? What were you thinking, man, we can't take care of a -"

"Eddie, sit down."

"No, I'm not sitting down, this is ridiculous, what the fucking fuck, we can't -"

"She ain't mine and she ain't yours."

"What the-" It takes a few seconds before Wayne's words sink in. Then, Eddie freezes mid-sentence, giving his brain a second or two to catch up to what Wayne just said.

"Wait, what?" he asks.

He gives the sleeping baby a distrustful look. It's small - too small to be a human, if you asks Eddie. It scares him a little bit.

"Then whose is she?"

"I told ya to sit down, Ed."

And Wayne's voice is so strict and serious that Eddie can only obey.

"Your dad was here earlier."

Those few words are enough to tell Eddie exactly what happened. He immediately feels sick to his stomach. He wants to cover his ears, or walk out of the trailer and never come back. But instead, he keeps sitting, frozen in his chair, and listens to what Wayne tells him.

"Sasha is his daughter. He had this girlfriend, Melody, 'bout a year ago. She's much younger than him, is all I know 'bout her. I think they were kinda serious at the time. But Clyde went and messed it up, of course. Cheated on her. She dumped him. Then showed up again a few weeks later all sobered up and told him she was pregnant. Far as I know, things went okay for a while after that. But she caved right after she gave birth. It took a toll on her, Clyde said. So she needed the drugs again. He left her; he didn't see a way to help her and he was worried 'bout Sasha's safety. So he took Sasha with him and brought her to me. Said he couldn't take care of a baby and that was that."

It is a story eerily similar to what Wayne told Eddie about his own early years, whenever he'd ask him questions about his parents.

Eddie looks at the tiny human in Wayne's arms. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is just slightly agape. She's wrapped in a blanket that has a soft shade of pink, with tiny elephants printed across it.

"He never learns, does he?" Eddie remarks with a sigh.

"He doesn't," Wayne affirms in a soft voice, shaking his head. "But you know what, if these are the consequences of his actions..." He first looks up at Eddie, then down at the baby in his lap again. "I can't even be too mad at him for it."

"Jesus Christ, what a mess."

"Don't think too badly of him, Ed," Wayne says. "He wanted to help them. Both of 'em. But he didn't know how. He did what he thought was gonna be best for Sasha. Just like he did with you. He ain't evil. Just a coward who makes bad decisions."

Eddie swallows thickly.

"We'll make it work," Wayne says with certainty in his voice. "It'll be tight, but we'll survive. We did it before, we can do it again."

Eddie nods.

"You wanna hold her?"

He shifts uneasily. She seems so fragile. He doesn't know a single thing about babies; he is his father's son, after all, not Wayne's, no matter how much he wishes he were.

"C'mon, Ed, she's your sister."

It's only now that Eddie notices how well it fits, Wayne with a baby in his arms. Like he was made to be a father. Like Sasha belongs there. There aren't any pictures of Eddie as a baby, as far as he knows, but he imagines it must've looked somewhat like this scene: the exact same couch, a different blanket, and a younger version of Wayne. One with less wrinkles and more hair; less worn-out by the sorrows Eddie has given him over the years. It's simple for Wayne, in a way it isn't for Eddie's father, and in a way that Eddie fears it won't be for him. To hold her gently and let her sleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat. To sit with her quietly and do nothing else. To give love and patience without expecting anything in return.

Eddie rises from his chair and sits down next to Wayne on the couch. He utters a shaky breath, trying not to show his nerves, and wipes his sweaty hands over his jeans before holding out his arms.

“Just like that,” says Wayne softly while he places Sasha in Eddie's arms.

She's warm and has that specific newborn baby scent clinging around her. She's heavier than Eddie expected. She stirs a little bit and makes a tiny sound, but then she continues her peaceful sleep. He studies her: her closed eyes, her tiny nose, the way her head rolls around helplessly if he doesn't support her steadily enough; the hand that's hanging out of the blanket, with minuscule but fully developed fingers that grab around nothing. He listens to the steady sound of her breathing and imagines the tiny lungs inside her body working on pure instinct to keep her alive. His sister.

He looks up and finds Wayne staring at the two of them with tears in his eyes. He only catches Eddie's gaze for a fraction of a second, then he looks away, to the window on his right side.

“You're wrong, you know,” Eddie says.

Wayne turns his head back to him.

“Bout what?”

“She isn't his. Neither am I.” He looks up from the girl in his hands to meet Wayne's eyes. “We're both yours. He didn't do jackshit for us, just dropped us here with you and ran away. You're the one who raised me, Uncle Wayne, and that makes me yours way more than his. And Sasha? We're both gonna be here for her, every step of the way. We're gonna change her diapers and feed her milk - I don't really know anything else about babies, but we're gonna do all of that, together. We're gonna see her grow up and become a person. She's ours.”

Wayne produces a noise that sounds somewhat like a choked-off sob. He puts an arm around Eddie and drags him closer towards him. He doesn't say anything, but Eddie didn't expect him to. He understands.

[kayvsdoodles]

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