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Touch Starved Steve 

Soft Sweater Eddie

Sick Eddie / Sick Steve

Vampire Eddie / Part 2 / Part 3 

Supportive Uncle Wayne Series Part 1 / Supportive Uncle Wayne Series Part 2  

Idiots to Lovers

Handyman-ish Eddie 

Secret Nerd Steve based on this post - Part 2 (Angst) / Part 2 (Fluffy) / Part 2 (Explicit)

Dustin The Meddler 

Steve Feels Pretty: Nails Edition

Steve Feels Pretty: Skirt Edition

Eddie's Fear of Water 

Modern Migraine Steve / Part 2 / Part 3

Eddie Survival Day! / Part 2 

Cosplay Repair Eddie

Platonic Shower Stobin / Part 2

Surprise Disney Trip Steve and Chrissy Crush Bonding / Part 2: Prologue

Domestic Fluff Series : Laundry / Dishes / Fitted Sheet / Grocery Shopping / Pool Cleaning / Baking / Cooking / Gardening 

Steddie Dads Series: Crib Building / Formula Budget / 1st Birthday Bash / Ella The Clothes Thief 

they'll make it work

Do you want to read six of crows but you are not convinced?read here-> The crows consist of six talented scam artists, thieves, and assassins, each with a tough and challenging life story. But what makes this team so special, and how does it impact the overall plot of the story? Their strength lies in their unity. each member has a specific role within the team, based on unique abilities and individual talents that complement each other perfectly. The relationship they have with each other is based on mutual trust and loyalty, and this is evident throughout the books. none of the Crows likes to talk about their past, but they confide in each other, gradually learning to trust one another. their mood swings are dealt with humorously, but at the same time, they know they can count on each other, both for survival and the success of their missions. But this unity is not a simple matter of personal affinity. the Crows team has a clear objective: the impossible assault. And to achieve this objective, the team works together in a disciplined and precise way. they learn to be each other's eyes and ears and to know their strengths and weaknesses, thus becoming an even stronger team. they don't have much to value if not each other, and what makes this team so special is Bardugo's ability to create a sense of belonging among the members of the Crows, as evidenced by their affectionate nicknames for each other. The Crows are an example of unity and mutual trust. what makes this formation so strong is its cohesion and common purpose that brought them together. their story teaches us that the strength of a group can overcome the limits of what is possible alone, instilling hope and faith in a better future.

Six of Crows is a novel that focuses on a group of exceptional and eclectic characters, each with their own story and motivations. Let's discover the main characters of the book and delve into their personal challenges and motivations:)) Kaz Brekker: The leader of the Crows, also known as "Dirtyhands," is the classic mysterious and enigmatic character. Kaz is a genius of deception and manipulation, always one step ahead of others. But beneath his cold and distant personality lies the vendetta for his traumatic past and the hope of redemption. Inej Ghafa: known as the "Wraith," Inej is a swift and agile spy. but her past haunts her every night, she is aware of her emotional weakness and fears that it may interfere with her life. Jesper Fahey: the group's gunslinger, Jesper, is equipped with exceptional aim and an exciting personality. but his addiction to gambling risks endangering his own life and that of the team. jesper seeks to overcome this addiction by demonstrating his skill as a marksman. Nina Zenik: a powerful Grisha, endowed with physical and magical abilities outside the norm, Nina is also a great friend of the group and a reliable ally. however, she must face her own demons and her new physical condition. Matthias Helvar: a Fjerdan hunter with a deep hatred for Grisha, Matthias was imprisoned before being liberated by the Crows. his past prevents him from trusting the Grisha and Nina in particular, thus challenging his relationship with the rest of the group. Wylan Van Eck: the new member of the Crows, son of a powerful and wealthy man, Wylan seeks to escape his past and his father's control. but his abilities with explosives and his intelligence are of great help to the team. These characters are united by the desire for redemption and vengeance, their limitations, and their weaknesses. Each must face their inner demons and overcome their personal challenges, even if this puts the team in danger. But by working together, they overcome challenges and demonstrate their incredible strength and unity as a team, capable of facing even the greatest and most impossible problems.

Overall, the romantic relationships in the Grishaverse are complex, with nuanced character development and obstacles to overcome. The couples are often integral to the plot and add depth to the overall storylines

The setting of Ravka is a magical and dark world that draws inspiration from Tsarist Russia and its traditions. The complex political and social relationships between Ravka and other nations are the driving force behind many of the novel's events and force the characters to make difficult choices and adapt to a constantly changing world

In the Grishaverse, there are several romantic relationships and couples that play important roles in the storylines. Here are a few of the significant ones: Nina Zenik and Matthias Helvar: Nina and Matthias come from opposing sides - she is a Grisha and he is a drüskelle, a member of the persecuted Fjerdan community. Despite their differences, they are drawn to each other and develop a deep love and trust that enables them to overcome obstacles and prejudices. Jesper Fahey and Wylan Van Eck: Jesper and Wylan's relationship develops slowly and with hesitation. Jesper is an outgoing and flirtatious sharpshooter, while Wylan is a quiet and reserved member of a wealthy merchant family. despite initial missteps and misunderstandings, they find themselves drawn to each other's strengths and begin to build a strong foundation for a lasting relationship. Kaz Brekkker and Inej Ghafa: their relationship remains ambiguous for much of the series, with Kaz's emotional barriers and fear of physical contact creating obstacles to romantic development. however, their trust and brokenness make them an endearing and captivating couple. Overall, the romantic relationships in the Grishaverse are complex, with nuanced character development and obstacles to overcome. The couples are often integral to the plot and add depth to the overall storylines.

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Robin and Eddie are sitting on the couch facing each other, talking about dumb shit before Eddie finally asks her what Steve’s deal is. Robin snorts. “I’ve known him almost a year now and your guess is as good as mine.”

OR: Eddie’s out of the hospital and Steve won’t leave him alone. Steve’s trying to seduce Eddie through chores.

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One-shots

i swear that i’m not thinkin’ ‘bout you all the time (just today, yesterday, every day, and tomorrow night) T, COMPLETE

Robin and Eddie are sitting on the couch facing each other, talking about dumb shit before Eddie finally asks her what Steve’s deal is. Robin snorts. “I’ve known him almost a year now and your guess is as good as mine.”

OR: Eddie’s out of the hospital and Steve won’t leave him alone. Steve’s trying to seduce Eddie through chores.

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when your pet comes to you from another room, the preceding moments meant that they were alone somewhere and thought about YOU, an animal brain literally thought about you and came to you to see what you were doing. that’s love, unconditional.

Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

omg im so glad to se so many people love their mummy

Why’re you being mean to my mum?

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Nope. Googled it. 15 minuets. Nope. Not taking any chances

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This has 1.2 million reblogs … Ps not riskin it

1.4 almost ps not risking it

Fuck this post

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I reblogged this twice now

I’m so sorry this isn’t b99 related and this isn’t real but I can’t not skip this I’m sorry

Not taking a fucking chance

Sorry, guys, but Im not taking a chance

No chances… She’s out… And she must be protected.

How dare you

Whatcha doin to me Farkle!

i can’t risk it

sorry babes my moms just my favorite person ever

Sorry I can’t risk it

Fuck sorry guys  I love my mom

Omg I hate these things but I am paranoid. So sorry guys.

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Sorry guys

sorry 😩

IM NOT RISKING IT

I did, my mom is STILL DEAD. Works.

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cannot risk it luv my mom

I can’t risk it, man.

When you have 2 moms ( 1 step mother and 1 raising mother)

Help what should I do…

must do. lov mom

i love my mother v much

Love when writers do an insane amount of unnecessary research for their fics. I follow an author that did like 8 months of intense research into 14th century Scotland so they could write smut about it, and guess what. It was some fucking incredible porn AND I learned about old Scottish politics

THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT IT FEELS LILE

Steve never had a problem being the one holding and not the one being held. He was always the one to reach out and hug someone close when they needed it. The one to be the big spoon during cuddle sessions and make the other feel warm and safe.

Always the protector. Always providing comfort to everyone else.

Doing so helped him in a way. Seeing that everyone around him was safe calmed his nightmares. Making the rounds to see that everyone was accounted for, no scratch left unchecked, no cut left unbandaged. On multiple occasions, he refused to get treated until everyone else did, always putting his own safety behind the others.

And being around the party when they were happy and just acting like kids again brought him so much joy. So, he would let them host parties and provide them with food and a safe place to sleep over. Because after all they've been through, they all deserved a moment to just breathe and live instead of survive.

That didn't stop him from wanting someone to do that for him though.

In This Lifetime

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Vecna's dead and the gates are closed and life is finally back to normal.

Well except for one thing.

Eddie's entire view of Steve Harrington has been tipped on its axis, shattered, booted off a fucking cliff. Whatever you want to call it. Because, well, the guy's not an asshole. He's strong and passionate and so goddamn caring. He's probably the kindest, most giving person Eddie's ever met and although he'd like to say he doesn't know what to think of it, we'll he does. And he thinks he's in love.

Steve Harrington is like fucking sunshine and unfortunately for Eddie's fragile heart, that glow of light doesn't fade.

They become friends. Best Friends. Nearly inseparable. Attached at the hip throughout the years.

They move to Chicago together, rent a shitty two bedroom apartment that maybe as well be one because they still have nightmares and being plastered next to one another seems to calm those terrors.

They laugh and they sing and they dance around the kitchen while they smile and cook and inevitably burn whatever meal they had planned, opting to order pizza instead.

Eddie's in a band and Steve never misses a show.

Steve's in school, planning to become a Guidance Counselor and Eddie's by his side quizzing him with the reward of candy in hand.

It's perfect, living life together in domestic bliss. Even if all they are is only just friends.

But it's still perfect all the same and if it was up to Eddie, he'd spend the rest of his life in these years. Repeat them again and again, if only to fall asleep at Steve's side and wake up to honey-brown eyes every morning.

But he knows it can't always be like this and that's why this is the hardest thing he's ever done.

This is the hardest thing he's ever done, and he's done some difficult shit. Like surviving a near death experience in literal hell being the main contender. But sitting across from Steve Harrington as he turns a little golden ring between his fingers and goes over his proposal plan, yeah that's pretty fucking difficult.

And it shouldn't be, he should be excited, he should be cheering for his friend but there's a gnawing feeling in his gut that's telling him it should be him. It should be him that Steve drops to a knee for, it should be him that Steve professes his undying love to, it should be him that'll one day get to call this man his husband.

But it's not. It's not because even though he's known this ragtag group of monster hunters for years now he's never been able to come to terms with telling them that he's gay and he sure as shit hasn't come to terms with telling Steve Harrington that he loves him and loves him in a very much not 'just friends' kind of way.

So that's why when Steve asks him what he should say to this woman [Becky, who quite frankly could double as Eddie's twin] he spills the beans. In a very subtle way he supposes. He doesn't come out, doesn't outright tell Steve he loves him, but as he's telling Steve what to say to his future fiancé, he's letting his emotions come out like word vomit, only wishing Steve knew he was talking about him.

"I don't know man." Eddie huffs, shuffling uncomfortably in his chair, eyes avoiding Steve's as he contemplates his words.

But it's hardly more than a few seconds before they come tumbling out, Eddie sucking in shaky breath before he stares into the carpet and begins to speak, "Tell her she's like sunshine, beautiful and bold and the source of life. That she's like the blood in your veins, forever present in the most beautiful way and the only thing that keeps your heart beating. Tell her that even on the most difficult days that she's the one you want to see, the one you want to hold, the one that makes you take the breath you need and steady your heart when it's beating out of control."

It's a building thing, slowly growing out of control, he can feel his pulse thrumming in his veins and he's beginning to think he might just do something crazy. He pauses for a moment, gauging Steve's expression. He'd gone to get them beer and hasn't bothered to sit back down since Eddie began talking. There's an indecipherable expression on his face and he's stood still, in front of the couch, beers on the coffee table and he's silent, waiting for Eddie to continue.

And you know, if Eddie was a normal man he'd stay in his chair, talk to his friend from an acceptable distance away and not profess his love, but he's not. He's a showman and as his acting skills get the best of him, he's moving, shuffling across the carpet, taking Steve's hand in his own and kneeling before him. Because why not make this a harder interaction for himself. Christ, it nearly feels like the real thing as he looks into Steve's eyes and shuffles the littlest amount closer.

Eddie shudders a breath, taking a single second to appreciate this moment, even if it'll never truly be real and then he continues, "You get down on your goddamn knee Steve Harrington and you say, ' Sweetheart you're the only thing that keeps me alive in this crazy fucked up world. Having you in my arms and my heart keeps me steady and breathing. I've been through some shit, but I'd go through it all again to find you in the end. The blood, the sweat, the tears, nearly fucking dying to be by your side for the rest of my life. I want to grow old with you Darling, I want us to grey and weather together. To find ourselves fifty years from now watching our kids and our grandkids; all the life we've brought into this world. All the love our life together has brought into existence."

Eddie's crying now, because of course he is, he's confessing his love to someone he knows will never hold the same emotions for him, but through a watery laugh and a sniffle he carries on, tightening his grip on Steve's hands.

"I want you in this lifetime and the next, in any way that you'll have me. I can't bear the thought of a single day without you let alone an entire lifetime. I'll find you, I promise I will Sweetheart, but for this lifetime, I ask that you spend the remainder of it with me."

It's cheesy, he knows, but it seems to take effect because as he looks into the eyes of the man above him he sees the swell of tears gathering along thick dark lashes.

The room's suddenly silent, save for the pounding of Eddie's pulse in his ears and the hope that Steve didn't see through his actions or words. That all he saw was his rather expressive friend acting out as per usual.

But a tear finally escapes and rolls down Steve's tanned cheek and a rather aggressive sob breaks past his lips.

Eddie's to his feet in seconds pulling Steve to his chest, one arm firmly around his waist while another wraps around his shoulders and cradles a head of mousy hair as close as he can. Steve's sobbing, short shaky breaths and surely there's snot and tears staining Eddie's shirt, but it's not like he can say much, what with silent tears streaming down his own cheeks and dripping to Steve's hair.

Steve hiccups around a sob, voice shaky and muffled against Eddie's shoulder, "I can't do this."

God, that's not what Eddie wanted to do, he didn't mean to scare Steve away from his impending engagement. No matter how much he wished it was him. He loves Steve, but if he can't have him, he just wants him to be happy. He deserves happiness. He deserves love.

Even if it's not with him.

Eddie cards his fingers soothingly through Steve's hair as he speaks, "Yes you can. I know you can. Steve, you love her, you're just scared. You can do this."

Another sob heaves against Eddie's chest while Steve continues to shake in his arms, "I can't Eddie."

"Why not Sweetheart?"

Steve's knees give out as a pained nose escapes his throat, dropping to the floor, taking Eddie with him, he doesn't answer, only continues to cry and burrow into Eddie's chest upon settling into their new position on the ground.

He's verging on a panic attack, Eddie knows this, he's seen it many times before. The way Steve's fists clench in his shirt and his breaths are short and sudden, gasping for air that's not filling his lungs, he's flushed white and Eddie knows it's only a matter of time before he gets sick.

"Stevie, come on, you gotta settle down. I'm sorry if I said anything wrong, I didn't mean to if I did. We can talk about it later. But right now you just gotta breathe for me okay." Eddie grabs Steve's hand, tight fist and all and holds it against his chest, allowing Steve to feel his steady breaths, "Breathe in with me, come on Big Guy. Take a deep breath in." Eddie takes a large lungful and holds it for a second, waiting for Steve to do the same and even though it's shaky and raspy he manages.

They repeat this process ten times over, Steve's head and hand now resting against Eddie's chest, their backs to the couch, the rooms fallen silent enough that only muffled sniffles are audible aside from the hum of electricity and the joyous screams of children outside.

After a moment, Steve wiggles himself closer, if even possible and again states, "Eddie, I can't do this."

He's not quite sure how to answer, really. Should he push or should he allow Steve to call off the engagement before it even happens. Lord knows where his own wishes lie. "You wanna tell me why you think you can't do this?"

Steve's breathing picks up again, but before he can reach hysterics Eddie's fingers card through his hair and he soothes Steve back to baseline.

"You," Steve whispers after quite some time of Eddie waiting for a response. It's a quiet thing, Eddie wouldn't have even heard it if he wasn't intentionally listening for Steve to say something.

It's a pain in the chest to know he may be the reason for Steve not to propose, sure he wished it wouldn't happen, but not like this. For him to say something so stupid that makes Steve call the whole thing off, "I'm sorry if I-"

He doesn't have time to finish his sentence before Steve's speaking, "No, not like that, you have nothing to be sorry for Eds. Its just- fuck- I wish I could tell you."

Combing his fingers through Steve's hair, Eddie reassures, "Steve, you can tell me. Please. I want to help."

Steve shakes his head, wrapping an arm tight around Eddie's waist, tucking his head in close, "It's nothing you can help with Eddie."

Nosing against the side of Steve's head, hair tickling his nose, Eddie whispers, soft, gentle, scared to frighten Steve off, "Try me."

And then it's silent. Dead quiet and for quite a long while. He knows Steve will answer, he knows he's just gathering his words, sorting things out before he speaks. It's obviously something big, something important to have warranted such a reaction from such a strong man.

It's with a sudden movement that Steve's sitting upright, turning to face Eddie with the appearance of confidence and sheer fear on his face. He looks fucking terrified. Working his jaw, eyes darting all over Eddie's face before he finally settles on his eyes and speaks, "I love you, okay." The words are far from gentle, they're sharp, rushed, sudden, like if he didn't get them out they'd burn a hole in his throat, but before Eddie has a second to even process those few words, Steve's barreling on.

"And when you were down on your knee infront of me, I wanted nothing more than for that to be the real thing, for those words to actually be directed towards me because I love you so fucking much it hurts. And I get it, I do. I know you're straight and we can never be a thing or really even get married but Eds, fuck, I love you so much and I can't marry Becky knowing I feel that way about you. I was going to try because I knew this could ne-"

He knows what Steve was meaning to say, but Eddie had to cut him off before those words could be spoken into existence because they're wrong. It can happen. Holy fucking Christ, Steve's loves him. It can all happen.

"I love you too," he says with such haste, taking Steve's face into his hands as he speaks with so much passion it nearly hurts, "-so much."

Cheeks squished in Eddie's grasp, Steve's eyes begin to well with tears once again, but now, now a smile is fighting its way to his lips, only growing with utter disbelief as Eddie quietly says, "and I meant every word of it. Every fucking word Sweetheart."

Steve's eyes search Eddie's own for only half a second before their lips crash together. It's a feverish thing, years of pent up love and need crammed into a single embrace, but their lips move as if they've met a million times before. And maybe they have. Maybe through the thousands of years this little rock in space has been turning, they've never left one another's side. Maybe they do find each other in every lifetime. Maybe they fall in love against all odds. Maybe this lifetime is no different.

Many Years Later

Turns out, it's not different at all.

When the time comes, so does the real proposal. It's been planned for years and when word of legalisation reaches Eddie's ears he's running to Steve. Dashing through streets, shouldering past strangers and dropping with a painful thud to the hardwood of Steve's office floor. In those few short moments to follow, the life he wished to have so many years ago becomes a reality.

Steve's his fiancé.

Soon to be his husband.

In this lifetime and the next.

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You Were All Yellow | written by steddieasitgoes | ao3 link 

For @thefreakandthehair​​ Spring Spicy Six Fanworks Challenge!. My prompt was “Yellow.” 

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It’s the Spring of 1986 and Vecna is dead. Spring is in full effect. The flowers are blooming, the birds are singing, and Eddie’s feelings for Steve are blossoming into something new.

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I commissioned the insanely talented @mardyart to draw one of my favourite serene little moments from my steddie fic I know I've kissed you before (Can I try again). I cannot thank Mardy enough for this, the art is absolutely breathtaking and captures the vibe so perfectly. Mardy also currently has commissions open and you should totally consider commissioning them.

You will hurt, you will cry but reading this will make your heart fly.

🌸please read it🌸

Eddie Munson, award winning metal guitarist is always seen at NBA games and always for that one team. He's at every game, always in the front row and in the middle of the basketball wives. People think he bought his way in, got chummy with the ladies.

He's always getting excited, screaming with the rest when they score and ragging on the other team when they don't.

His fans have picked up that his favourite player is the point guard star Steve Harrington, home grown player who had it rough after his parents didn't support his dream or his team.

He screams the hardest when Harrington makes a shot.

What they don't know is that Eddie Munson is friends with all the WAGs because he is one himself. That his lover is Chicago Otters' sunniest player, the one he ran off from Hawkins with, the one he lived in a dingy apartment with Robin in the bad side of town.

The one he goes home with after every game and rides into the night as a reward.

They don't know that until Steve comes out in 2009 in his memoir and the spread has him and Eddie in their eclectic sunlit home.

Now all those videos of Eddie Munson punching rival player William Hargrove in the nose for almost breaking Harrington's ankle, make sense.

Surprised Pikachu at the fact that the post that kicked off is Eddie as a WAG, I've had it sitting in my Twitter drafts for ages, just needed to flesh it out a bit.

Glad y'all are happily on board for Eddie as a hollering WAG. He brings home all the gossip from the other gals for Steve along with the amazing baked goods from their little soirees. Just Eddie Munson looking as metal as he does hanging out with a bunch of real pretty women as bitchy as they are.

"Whatever you say, King Steve."

It's the way Eddie says it, full of sarcasm but laced with an undertone of something that causes Steve to flinch and take several steps back. It's definitely an overreaction. Steve knows it's an overreaction because Eddie hasn't even said anything mean and they aren't even fighting. Eddie's just teasing him, like he always does, yet Steve's body has entered flight or fight mode and he feels gut-punched. He'd rather that Eddie would have punched him in the gut. "Don't. Don't do that."

Eddie's entire body language shifts. He changes from playful to concerned in seconds. "Do what?"

"Call me that. King Steve. Or-or some variation of my high school reputation. 'The Hair' or when you say Steve fucking Harrington like I'm some- some- some thing and not just Steve."

"You are anything but Just Steve, my liege," Eddie chuckles, taking a step closer.

"Stop!"

That does bring Eddie to a stop. Steve doesn't yell. He's not a yeller. Voice raiser? Sure. But there's a difference between raising your voice and yelling, and Eddie's just found out how the difference sounds with Steve.

"I- it's like everyone does that! Talks about me like I'm not- like I'm some unachievable thing. Like I've got a title or some shit and it's just so- It makes me feel-" Steve cuts himself off, unable to find the words he's searching for.

"You really don't get it," Eddie says, voice soft, placating almost. "How we see you? You're like, the kid's idol, you know? A monster fighting god or some shit. How can we not speak of you reverently?"

Steve doesn't know what reverently means but he hates it anyway, because it makes him feel- "It makes me feel othered. Singled out. Like you've all placed me on a pedestal I never wanted." That's the crux of it, he realizes. Having said it out loud, he gets why he hates it. His house is a museum more than a home, and it's filled with expensive, pretty things on pedestals of their own that are only for looking at but not touching. Not loving.

"Shit man, you've built that pedestal with your own actions. I think you deserve to be on it."

He's not getting it. Eddie isn't understanding what he's trying to say, and Steve doesn't know what words to use to get his point across. He knows, he understands, that Eddie is trying to compliment him. Trying to make him feel good or whatever, but the pedestal doesn't feel good. "No. You don't get it. I don't want the pedestal."

"Then, what do you want?"

"I don't want to be on the pedestal. I want to be on ground level with you all. I- On the pedestal I'm not- It's like I'm out of reach or something and I'm not. I don't want to be," Steve runs a hand through his hair, then tugs at it, frustrated that the words he needs won't come. How can he explain this? Defeated, he says in a small voice, "I don't want to be out of reach."

Eddie closes the distance between them and raises a hand cup Steve's cheek. He shoves his face further into Eddie's touch.

"I'm sorry," Eddie says, "I'm sorry I made you feel like I wouldn't reach for you. You deserve the pedestal, sweetheart. I'd climb any height to hold you, you know?"

Steve shakes his head because he didn't know. He had no idea that Eddie would reach for him when no one but Robin had ever really tried. (And even then, being tortured by Russians together did put them on an even playing field at the time.) "I don't want to be just another thing people look up to."

The hand on his face slides to the back of his head and Eddie pulls him into a hug, smooshing his face into Eddie's neck but that's fine. Steve doesn't mind it at all.

Then Eddie holds him in a hug and doesn't let go until Steve's the one to pull back.

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Lbr canon Steve would verbally eviscerate anyone who assumed stupid shit about him.

He wouldn't go hide in the dark and cry. He'd stand there, hands on his hips, expression dry as the Sahara.

Then he'd strike.

He'd reduce you to nothing with words alone. Yes his "king" status was due to the keg stand thing but damn he's like a viper with that shit. He is the meanest of mean girls, the king of the bitches.

And he doesn't take shit from ANYONE, he even sasses the kids back!!

We need more sassy bitch Steve and less uwu they're being mean to me Steve

Both can be true. Yes he can make Regina George burst into tears with barely a thought but he feels really bad when he goes too far or hits a bit too hard on a minor inconvenience and becomes uwu at home

I will never get over how weird it feels to have tragic and emotional chapters of your life where you just also still go to work, and the grocery store, and see funny videos online all while feeling such paralyzing fear and heartache

life just goes on no matter what