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@steddiebrainrotramble
I’m sorry I haven’t been posting. The last few months have been insane for me health wise. And the series finale was so bad it mad me low key disgusted with the show. I think I’ll be back to posting soon but thanks for still enjoying what little I do have.
He was falling. He was always falling. There was no stop, no hitting the ground, nor waking up. It was constant in the pitch black space. Gasping for air that would never come. Eddie Munson was dying eternally, over and over. With no reprieve. He continued to fall in this empty space.
He thought of Wayne sometimes in the in between of dying, the few moments on continued clarity. He wanted to apologize for putting him through so much. To tell him thank you for being the only real dad he’d ever known. Eddie hoped Wayne knew how much he loved him.
He thought about Steve everytime he woke for that few precious moments before struggling to breath again. How he’d wished he told the man how he actually felt. Wishes he’d gotten to kiss him.
Lastly in the moments he gave in to unconsciousness he’d think of Dustin. Of how he’d must of felt watching him die in his arms. Grateful now the poor kid didn’t have to watch this.
Eddie wished he could do everything over again. But that’s where this must of gotten him, right? Over and over. This special brand of hell.
He closed his eyes as he lost the fight again. And opened them to pure daylight and a large inhale of crisp air.
Eddie finds out about Leonard when he and Steve move in together. Steve pretends it’s no big deal when he gently places a well loved and worn small stuffed lion on the dresser.
“I hid him. He’s the only toy my dad didn’t manage to throw out.” He mentioned with a shrug, like it wasn’t heart breaking.
Eddie knew immediately how important that lion was. When Steve was sick or having a really rough time, he’d bring him soup or a treat with Leonard in tow. He never mentions it, just makes sure he’s close at hand.
One day Steve comes home from a long day at work. “Hey babe I’m home!” He called, setting his stuff down. “I’m in the bedroom!” He got a call back. Steve set about toeing his shoes off and headed down the hall, stopping in the doorway.
Eddie was puttering around their room cleaning up, with Leonard perched on his head. He turned and grinned at Steve. “Hey baby. Me and Mr Leonard here were cleaning up. Gotta have a good cleaning buddy.”
Steve realized right there he was going to marry that man. How much he loved him. First, he had to kiss him silly.
“If you could have any super power at all, what would it be?”
Steve had been digging through a box of tapes when Robin asks, bored at the register.
It was a few weeks before spring break of 1986 and they were getting new shipments in to get ready for the busy week.
“Huh? Why would I need super powers? I’ve seen what that could do to a person.” He pointed out, setting the box back behind the counter.
“Okay but hypothetically. What would you pick?” Robin asked again, choosing this subject stubbornly.
“I honestly have no idea Robs. I’ve never put that much thought into it.” Steve replied, thankful when a group of teenagers wandered in and the subject was dropped.
A few weeks later, Robin is digging through a first aid kit. Steve is sat on the edge of his bathtub. They’re both still filthy and covered in blood. Robin turns around to see tears streaks down Steve’s cheeks, creating paths through the filth.
“Steve…?”
“Time travel.” Steve rasps out, arms wrapped around himself.
“Huh?” Robin asked, confused as she brings the kit over to help clean him up, along with some tissues.
“You asked me a few weeks ago. What I’d want my super power to be.” He whispered, staring at his bloodstained hands. The ones that had clung to Eddie when they found him and Dustin. Where they had to leave the man’s body behind in the upside down to save themselves.
“It would be time travel.”
“If you could have any super power at all, what would it be?”
Steve had been digging through a box of tapes when Robin asks, bored at the register.
It was a few weeks before spring break of 1986 and they were getting new shipments in to get ready for the busy week.
“Huh? Why would I need super powers? I’ve seen what that could do to a person.” He pointed out, setting the box back behind the counter.
“Okay but hypothetically. What would you pick?” Robin asked again, choosing this subject stubbornly.
“I honestly have no idea Robs. I’ve never put that much thought into it.” Steve replied, thankful when a group of teenagers wandered in and the subject was dropped.
A few weeks later, Robin is digging through a first aid kit. Steve is sat on the edge of his bathtub. They’re both still filthy and covered in blood. Robin turns around to see tears streaks down Steve’s cheeks, creating paths through the filth.
“Steve…?”
“Time travel.” Steve rasps out, arms wrapped around himself.
“Huh?” Robin asked, confused as she brings the kit over to help clean him up, along with some tissues.
“You asked me a few weeks ago. What I’d want my super power to be.” He whispered, slowly unwrapping his arms to stare at his bloodstained hands. The ones that had clung to Eddie when they found him and Dustin. Where they had to leave the man’s body behind in the upside down to save themselves.
“It would be time travel.”
Disabled Steve who is hoh with a hearing aid. When Dustin gets annoying he will look him dead in the eye and take his aids out and turn around.
Who had migraines so badly that he has to have Eddie help put blankets over the windows and doors to block out any noise or light.
Who has no epileptic seizures that can vary between looking like he’s just spacing out to full on tonic clonics. Then will come out and immediately act like nothing happened.
Give me Steve Harrington being disabled. All those rounds in the upside down and so many concussions.
He’s got hearing loss and blurry vision in one eye from the Russians. Starts having seizures from all the concussions. And Steve. He just ignores it until the party just basically holds an intervention. And Steve? He crashes the fuck out. Because now he has to relearn how to be a person again. And still doesn’t think he’s worth the care everyone tries to give him.
It was early evening and Steve was making dinner when his cell rang. He put the knife down and grabbed the phone.
“This is Steve.” He grunted, reaching over to turn the heat off of a bubbling pot. There was a long suffering sigh on the other end.
“We found him on private property and he jumped a damn fence. Couldn’t catch him. Make sure he gets his hand check, left blood where he pushed off.” The voice of the new chief came over the speaker. “Get your husband under control or I swear I’m going to arrest him. No matter if your dad is the old police chief.” He grunted before hanging up.
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. This was the second time this week, never mind the last few months. There was nothing to do but to wait until Eddie got home.
He was finishing dinner when he heard the back door open and quiet shuffling to the hall bathroom. “Hey babe! Have a nice walk?” Steve called, hearing the steps stop. “Oh! Uh yeah it was good, very calm.”
“That’s so weird then. Because the Chief called me today. Didn’t sound like a peaceful walk to me.”
Eddie appeared in the doorway with a cloth wrapped around his hand and a sheepish expression. “Well you see I was playing Pokémon go-“ “On private property?” “Well there was a shiny…” Eddie stopped when he noticed the look Steve was giving him. “You jumped a damn fence. A tall one.”
“No, it was like middle height-“
“You cut your hand!”
“No it’s just scratch..”
Steve threw his hands up. “Babe, love and chaos of my life. You are in your fifties. You shouldn’t be running around in abandon private property for a game.”
“You wouldn’t understand. You aren’t down to clown like I am, old man.” Eddie flipped his hair and walked back down the hall.
“You’re older than me!”
Robin: Steve, why is Eddie biting your arm?
Steve: oh it’s a good stim for him, especially when he’s happy. Plus it feels good
Robin: You two are so weird
Steve holding his other arm out: wanna try it?
Cut to Dustin bursting in, seeing Robin and Eddie biting at Steve’s arm and promptly walking right back out
Sometimes when Eddie gets really high his emotions just get overwhelming. He has sat on the steps of his trailer and cried because the stray cat he feeds looked so cute and is devastated he can’t bring it inside.
More than once he and Steve have been chilling and smoking. Once Eddie hits a good high, he’ll start pacing, spouting facts and things that excite him, passages from books or fun facts about movies. Then he’ll just stop dead in his tracts, looking at Steve. And he’ll just well up with emotions because he just loves his boyfriend so much. Like he’d forgotten how much he loves that man and doesn’t know how to handle it.
So he just crawls into Steve’s lap, clinging like a kola and makes sure Steve understands that he is his universe.
Meanwhile Steve is just high out of his mind having a good time with his boyfriend and happy he’s getting cuddled now.
Steve: today has been shit. So fucking glad to be home
Eddie already high off his ass: Would you like me to impart some words of wisdom to make you feel better?
Steve: Maybe..?
Eddie: You put the weed in the coconut and you light that shit up
Eddie: you put the weed in the coconut and you light that shit up.
Steve:
Eddie: you’re welcome.
I know multi shipping is a thing but when it comes to steddie they are perfect for each other so I cannot get on board with anything else.
Like you want them to be with different people???? When they could be together????? Can we be serious????????
Saw this idea floating around and wanted to write a little bit about it
Corroded coffin has gotten big enough for larger venues now. Steve was so proud of them. He and Eddie had agreed on day one he’d stay with them. He helped manage the band behind the scenes. Steve loved it. He loved the guys and getting to spend their days off exploring different parts of the cities they toured.
It was hard sometimes though, at places like this especially. Sometimes he got migraines and had to come later. Or wanted to step out for a smoke. Large venues like this had large back of the house and green rooms but some times he just needed to get out.
That wasn’t the problem. Getting back in was. Even with his back stage access pass, a lot of the time the venue security refused to believe that the man before them was the lead singers husband.
How could he be? The man in the yellow polo and jeans with perfectly coifed hair at a metal concert didn’t look like he belonged in the venue let alone with the band. And that was his problem right at this moment.
Steve looked up at the large looking men. Two of them, looking unimpressed with him. “Look, I don’t know where you stole that pass from but everyone knows Munsons husband’s name. Get out of here before we throw you out.”
Steve ran a hand through his hair. He was trying not to get frustrated. He appreciated them, honestly. He wanted to keep Eddie safe. But fuck he did not want to do this right now. “I appreciate you doing your job. But I’ve got my badge. Call back to Ed’s security. Describe me to them. Hell tell them the shirt I’m wearing, Cj helped pick it out, says it’s a good yellow. Mat says it’s too horrendous but it somehow suits me. Couldn’t tell if that’s a compliment honestly.” Steve shrugged. The guards look unamused.
Finally the one on the left sighs. “Fine I’ll walkie back. If they say they have no clue who you are we’re kicking you completely out and trespassing you. Sure you want to gamble that?” The guy smirked and Steve shrugged. “Go for it.”
Guy walkied for the bands security. “Got a preppy looking guy here. Think he stole a backstage pass.” Steve can hear Cj’s voice crackle over the walkie. “He wearing an amazingly blinding yellow polo?” “Yes…” “That’s Munson’s hubby, let him through.”
Steve just stared at them as he pushed pass, careful to remind himself he had another story to tell Robin next time he called.
"You really gonna sleep with my vest on, Harrington?"
“No, the point is that you make me take it off, Munson.”
Robin: I’m kinda high but it just. It’s striking to me how our relationship dynamic has worked out. Not at all to demean you or make you two sound like you’re owned by me, but sometimes I watch you interact and it feels like when a cat owner gets a kitten partially so it can play with their other cat and help them burn extra energy and you just watch them go and smile because it’s cute and you’re happy it worked out so well
Eddie: so you got me and Steve together for enrichment?
Robin: Like I didn’t just get you together for enrichment I got you becauseI love you guys and think you fit well. But the enrichment for my platonic soulmate was also a considering factor
Steve: she does she own us
Eddie: she’s not wrong but does she have to say it?
Steve: *puts his drink down*
Eddie: *immediately chugs the rest of it*
Robin: what the fuck Eddie that was Steve’s
Eddie: His sippy is my sippy and my sippy is his sippy, it’s in our vows
Robin: you’re not married
Steve: yet
Steve: *being self deprecating and depressed*
Eddie: *chucking soft things at him* stop it you dramatic bitch you are so loved
Eddie getting the rest of the gang to help: we are gonna love you and take care of you so hard you don’t get a choice
