#little steve giving eddie the plushie 🥺

[steddieonthen]

This is the best thing ever!

Steve wins the bat plush at a fair when he's seven. He doesn't care about bats, but it's the prize for making all five baskets in the basketball game, so he gets the little bat. Its eyes are a little crooked and one wing is slightly smaller than the other, but it being lopsided sort of makes it cuter.

He and his dad, they're supposed to be going on rides now, but his dad's pager keeps going off. He puts Steve next to a funnel cake stand, tells him not to move, and goes in search of a pay phone. Fifteen minutes pass, and Steve is bored under the flashing lights and tinkling music. He wants to play not sit and wait.

Eventually, he drifts back towards the midway, watches the people rushing by, searches for a sign of his dad's return. His attention is caught by another boy at the basketball booth. He has to be about Steve's age, with a mop of dark curls on top of his head and a jean jacket that's slightly too big, sleeves flopping over his hands as he lines up his shots.

This boy, he's terrible at basketball. Every shot is too high or too short or goes wide, but he's trying. Even from this distance, Steve can see how hard he's trying. He uses up his five balls, fishes into his jacket pocket for more money, and gets five more.

He misses every shot. This time, when he goes back for more money, he comes up empty. Steve thinks he sees his lip shaking.

A man, one in a leather jacket and boots that Steve thinks look mean, comes up to the boy, drops a heavy hand on his shoulder. He's too far away to hear the conversation, assumes the boy asks to play again and the man's response is a shaken head and a tight smile. They walk away from the games, right towards Steve, who slinks back to the side of the midway, not wanting to be caught staring.

"What was it you wanted? That stupid bat? Just another piece of trash you wanna bring in my house." Steve hears as they pass.

The boy nods, but keeps his eyes down and to the side.

He feels bad then. Felt bad before, but now he looks at his own bat, at its funny eyes and poorly attached wings, and wishes he could hand it over to the boy who really wants it. Steve almost does, then, makes to go after them, but his dad appears, dropping a hand to Steve's shoulder and saying, "ready to hit those rides?" And he knows the opportunity is gone, knows his dad will say it's too soft, not what men do.

Steve manages to lose himself for a while in the swirling lights and funhouse music and carnival rides, forget about the little bat in his back pocket and the boy who wanted one so desperately. But then his dad's pager goes off some more, he goes back to the pay phone, and Steve ducks into the low brick building that houses the bathrooms.

His eyes immediately land on the same boy from the basketball game. His eyes are red, face damp, obviously from tears, and Steve just--

"Here." He shoves the bat into the boy's chest.

For a second, the brownest eyes Steve's ever seen widen at him, before narrowing in a harsh glare, the boy's teeth barred.

"Why?" He snarls.

Steve thinks he may regret every choice that led him to this but he says, he says, "Because I want you to have it."

The boy blinks a few times, hand reaching out to gently pinch the bat's smallest wing. "You sure?"

Steve nods and the bat is slowly withdrawn from his grasp.

"No takesies-backsies?"

"It's yours."

The boy looks at the bat in awe, and Steve says, "see? It already looks happier with you."

The boy's beaming smile is cut-off by a voice calling from the door, "you in there,? I ain't got time to be waiting for your boohooing."

"Coming!" The boy carefully tucks the bat into an inner pocket of his jacket. "Thank you," he whispers, eyes big and glistening and happy, before he disappears out the door.

---

13 years later, give or take a few months, and Steve stands in the cracked shell of a bisected trailer, rummaging through what remains of a life well-lived, searching for anything whole. He's already found a few undamaged mugs and clean hats, but this room--it took a lot of damage. The brunt of it, really. Some sick sort of joke, after everything.

It's mostly rubble in here, scraps of fabric; slivers of notebook paper, magazine, poster; crumbled shards of vinyl and cassette plastic. A few times he comes across the disembodied limb of one of those dnd figures, and something weird happens to his throat.

In the far corner there's half of a dresser collapsed into itself, and he shuffles through the debris to see what he can find. There's something, soft and black, just the edge of it, peaking out from under half of a drawer face. He pulls it out, careful as can be and it's--it's a plush bat. It's a little dirty, but unharmed, though its eyes are a little wonky, and one wing is smaller than the other.

He holds it and he stares and he has to brace himself against the wall. It can't be--it's not the same one--but he remembers those big brown eyes and the curls and--

"Harrington," a warm, rich voice calls from what's left of the hallway. "You get lost in there?"

Eddie shuffles in, slow, careful with his crutches. And it--it took so long, months and months of convalesce and physical therapy, still physical therapy, but he's here. He's alive. He's perfect. And the something blooming between them, it's not spoken yet, but it's there, growing, and now, now--

"Oh my god, you found Lilith! I thought she was toast."

"Lilith?" He's still cradling the little lopsided bat in his hands, but moves closer to hand it over to Eddie.

"Yes, Lilith." Eddie takes the bat, presses it to his chest. "The first boy I ever loved gave her to me."

His heart turns over in his chest and when he swallows his throat clicks. Eddie doesn't notice, he's smiling softly at the bat, at Lilith, but then, "why are you looking at me like that?"

"First boy you ever loved?" He says. He thinks he sounds normal.

Somehow, Eddie's smile grows even softer. "Yeah. Roan County Fair, years ago. Tried to win her, but--" he clicks his tongue--"never had great hand-eye coordination. And then this kid just gave her to me out of nowhere. I used to think I was going to marry him."

"And now?"

Eddie laughs. "I grew up, Steve."

And for a second, he doesn't know what to say, but then, "I was right then, huh? That she'd be happier with you."

He stares at Steve, those same big brown eyes, wide and glistening. "Steve that was--Steve?" Eddie presses a hand over his mouth, overcome, before launching himself into Steve's arms. The crutches clatter to the floor, but Steve has him, will always have him, no matter what.

"I can't believe you kept her," Steve whispers.

"God, I carry her everywhere. She's Corroded Coffin's mascot, and you--Steve, I can't believe that was you."

"Surprise," he bumps Eddie's forehead with his.

They hold each other in the center of the destruction, but none of that matters right now, not when it feels like every moment since they very first met as children was leading them to this.

From the other half of the trailer, they hear footsteps, chattering, Wayne and Robin and Dustin, but Steve wants this to last a little longer.

"So, marriage...that still off the table?"

Eddie laughs softly, nuzzles his face against Steve's neck. "Are you kidding, sweetheart? No way I'm letting you go."

[werepuppy-steve]

emma louise munson is the pride and joy of her fathers, so here’s some little fun facts and snippets that won’t make it into the actual fic

backstory: it’s 2022 and corroded coffin is on their first international stadium tour. emma is eddie and steve’s daughter. steve is ftm and gave birth to her in 2020. she is 18 months old this fic. her and eddie share a birthday (october 31).

steve tries (and fails) to be the responsible parent but eddie absolutely has her spoiled rotten

their friends, the band, the tour crew, everybody is ready to square up for this child

she’s the type of baby to get really excited when she sees other babies. when fans start bringing their own kids to meet and greets emma excitedly points out every baby she sees (“baby!!!!” she squeals and looks up at eddie to see if he’s looking too “dee! baby!!”) and if its a baby that she recognizes is tiny tiny she’ll gently pat their hand

gareth takes a photo of her sitting at his drum kit during soundcheck wearing his sunglasses and backwards snapback and holding his sticks and posts it to his instagram. steve stands behind him with his hands on his hips in his Mom Pose “emerson i swear to god if you turn my daughter into a drummer”

she has steve’s hair and nose but her eyes and smile are all eddie. when she’s older she and eddie 100% use those big brown eyes to get away with anything.

she has so many aunts and uncles 🥺

she has an entire playroom at home but at some point fans start bringing gifts for her as well as the band and (after being thoroughly checked by both security and dads) she has enough toys to fill her own warehouse. they’re mainly plushies.

jeff, gareth, and ricky took her to build a bear in whatever city to give steve and eddie a break for the day and they each let her pick out an animal to make. and then steddie took her back the next day bc she’s their baby and they can’t let the boys upstage them and there’s tons of photos from both days bc the shop is in a mall but steve’s favorite is one he took himself of emma stepping on the fluffing pedal and standing between eddie’s arms where he’s crouched behind her and holding the bear on the tube, looking so so so so so fond and soft that he’s getting to do this with her

eddie’s stipulation for emma going on tour with them is that a party member comes too and i think it’d be robin and her and chrissy take emma out on girl days (chrissy is the band’s manager. she rules with an iron fist and the boys are slightly terrified of her)

she’s named after eddie’s mom (louise)

[love-toxin]

this ask has me thinking!!

you’ve been a little fussy the whole week bc robin is the only one who remembers all your stuffies names. so, robin pulls the others aside & tries to run through all the names with them. “okay! this is winston, petunia, magnolia, &-“ robin paused. the next stuffies look familiar to her, but she doesn’t know their names. the group turns to look at one another, confused at robins silence. steve is the first to speak.“everything okay rob?” she looks away from your stuffies & back to everyone else with a confused look on her face. “i don’t know their names.” she points to four different animals sitting on the bed. a bat, a bear a bunny & a dinosaur. “it’s okay robin, you don’t have to remember every single one” eddie says chuckling. “i know, it just makes me feel like i haven’t listened well.” robin dejectedly looks down at the floor, waiting for it to swallow her whole. nancy gives robin a look of sympathy but robin won’t look her in the eyes. “rob, you pay attention to their names more than we do! you know all of them but four. i’m sure angel knows you listen!” little did robin know they were each named after one of them. <33 (sorry i got carried away & i’m not the best at writing)

NOOOOO THIS IS SO CUTE AND SWEET 🥺🥺 imagine the look on robbie's face when she timidly asks what these last four are called, and you smile and hop up to point each one out--"the bat is eddie, the bear is stevie, the bunny is nancy, and that dinosaur there, that's you, robbie!" and she just MELTS and almost starts crying cause she can picture those times that you can't sleep or you miss her, and you just cuddle her plushy to calm down. and after that, if she has to leave for whatever reason or she knows you're having a rough day, she'll either spritz her plushie with a bit of her perfume or wrap it up in one of her t-shirts or hoodies and bring it to you, so you can cuddle with it and with the real robin for maximum comfort. and just wait until the others find out you named your plushies after them--they're all gonna have a fit and be so happy they might burst.

[puppy-stevee]

emma louise munson is the pride and joy of her fathers, so here's some little fun facts and snippets that won't make it into the actual fic

backstory: it's 2022 and corroded coffin is on their first international stadium tour. emma is eddie and steve's daughter. steve is ftm and gave birth to her in 2020. she is 18 months old this fic. her and eddie share a birthday (october 31).

steve tries (and fails) to be the responsible parent but eddie absolutely has her spoiled rotten

their friends, the band, the tour crew, everybody is ready to square up for this child

she's the type of baby to get really excited when she sees other babies. when fans start bringing their own kids to meet and greets emma excitedly points out every baby she sees ("baby!!!!" she squeals and looks up at eddie to see if he's looking too "dee! baby!!") and if its a baby that she recognizes is tiny tiny she'll gently pat their hand

gareth takes a photo of her sitting at his drum kit during soundcheck wearing his sunglasses and backwards snapback and holding his sticks and posts it to his instagram. steve stands behind him with his hands on his hips in his Mom Pose "emerson i swear to god if you turn my daughter into a drummer"

she has steve's hair and nose but her eyes and smile are all eddie. when she's older she and eddie 100% use those big brown eyes to get away with anything.

she has so many aunts and uncles 🥺

she has an entire playroom at home but at some point fans start bringing gifts for her as well as the band and (after being thoroughly checked by both security and dads) she has enough toys to fill her own warehouse. they're mainly plushies.

jeff, gareth, and ricky took her to build a bear in whatever city to give steve and eddie a break for the day and they each let her pick out an animal to make. and then steddie took her back the next day bc she's their baby and they can't let the boys upstage them and there's tons of photos from both days bc the shop is in a mall but steve's favorite is one he took himself of emma stepping on the fluffing pedal and standing between eddie's arms where he's crouched behind her and holding the bear on the tube, looking so so so so so fond and soft that he's getting to do this with her

eddie's stipulation for emma going on tour with them is that a party member comes too and i think it'd be robin and her and chrissy take emma out on girl days (chrissy is the band's manager. she rules with an iron fist and the boys are slightly terrified of her)

she's named after eddie's mom (louise)

(if someone wants to draw 4 and 8 i'll love you forever 🥺)