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I need to know why Eddie had been to War Zone once. Like this man cannoically isn't a killer, and in most of our head cannons he couldn't hurt a fly (unless in defense of his friends). So why has this man been to the most conservative gun crazy place on his side of Indiana? Not only did he confirm he had been there once, he alluded to the fact he knew enough about it to know what’s inside?

Did he go because of Wayne, his lovely conspiracy theory uncle? Did he go because he felt like he needed protection being queer in the Midwest? Did he go there by mistake thinking it was a completely different store? Did he go for D&D research? Either way, he definitely feels joy at being helpful and the chance to impress one-up Harrington.

I need answers. Why was this glorious little rat man we all love at this store?

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steve: hey, eddie, should i o— wait, are you crying?

eddie burying his face inside the hood of his hoodie and sniffling: no, 'm not.

steve glancing at the laptop: are you crying over a cartoon movie?

eddie glaring at steve: oh, let's see how you'll be like, then!

steve, shrugging: okay, i never cry over movies, eds, so that's a competition you already lost.

*later*

steve full-on sobbing: i just don't understand why they would kill mufasa?

eddie comforting steve, crying silently: yeah, i know, stevie.

steve: like, what did he ever do? he was just a lion, man!

eddie: i would say 'i told you so', but i'm a good boyfriend.

steve: ... you still said it, eds.

eddie: right... then, i told you so.

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It’s basically canon that Steve gets migraines from the number of times he’s gotten concussions/beat up. Adding on to this…

Everyone has their way of helping Steve.

Robin lays next to him on the floor, holding his hand which he squeezes whenever the pain is too overwhelming.

Dustin - as he puts it - shuts the fuck up for once in his life.

El has found that the tiniest amount of radio static helps clear his head while not causing nausea.

Nancy makes him some sort of fancy chamomile tea.

Eddie… well, he hasn’t been around for one of Steve’s infamous migraines. In fact, he’s only heard about them from the others who say Steve tries to play it off as just a headache - often times leaving to suffer on his own.

Luckily, Steve doesn’t hang out alone with Eddie, so he’s determined his migraine solution would be to leave him with someone else and get out of his way. There’s no way Steve would want him around for that. And there would be nothing he could do to help.

Eddie briefly thinks back to those thoughts when, for the first time, he and Steve hang out alone. Granted, the other kids were there before, but they had all left once it got to be curfew time.

Steve had been acting… strange. More irritable than usual, going as far as snapping at Dustin when he started screaming about something. And really, that should’ve been the first sign for Eddie.

But he had just moved past that, fired up some random movie and let Steve sprawl out next to him on his couch, hands over his eyes, taking deep breaths in and out.

“Steve…?” Eddie questions gently.

He gets a quiet groan in response as Steve slowly drags his hands down his face. His eyes are slightly glossy, and he looks absolutely miserable.

“Steve,” Eddie says more firmly this time.

“I’m gonna head back,” Steve says with a wince. As soon as he stands up, he sways. Eddie steadies him and forces him to sit back down.

He desperately tries to remember what everyone else told him works, but he can’t recall anything.

“What should I do?” Eddie asks.

“No Lights. No Noise. Please,” Steve bites out gripping his head.

Eddie nods and immediately turns the television off. He scrambles to get all the lights off but there’s still a glow from the window which doesn’t have any curtains on it. Eddie looks around for a blanket or anything nearby to shield Steve’s eyes from the lights.

He’s struck with a sudden idea. Eddie sits next to Steve, leans his head forward, and presses it against Steve’s. His hair forms a curtain around them, blocking out the light.

“What are you doing?” Steve asks, breath ghosting over Eddie’s lips.

Oh. Yeah, this is all kinds of invading Steve’s personal space. Shit. “Using my hair as a curtain,” Eddie replies nonchalantly.

Steve does something strange. He smiles. “It oddly helps. Thank you.”

Eddie wishes he had access to his hair so he could use it to cover his smile in response.

It’s nice - sitting so close to Steve, listening and feeling his breathing. But after a few minutes, Eddie’s back starts to cramp up from the awkward twisted position.

Steve must feel the same way because he’s suddenly laying back and pulling Eddie towards him. Eddie scrambles to keep his forehead against Steve’s and ends up laying on top of him.

Shit shit shit. There’s no way Steve is okay with this.

But then Eddie feels Steve’s fingertips tracing circles on his back, as if Steve’s the one soothing Eddie. Maybe he is.

Eddie’s hand comes up to Steve’s arm, trailing his fingers up and down in thanks.

After a while, Steve’s hand stills on Eddie’s back and his breath evens out. When Eddie’s sure that Steve’s asleep, he lifts his head up and shifts it to nestle into Steve’s neck.

A few hours later, Eddie is woken up by the squeak of the front door opening and someone awkwardly clearing their throat. Eddie finds himself to still be mostly on top of Steve who has his arms tightly wrapped around him, still asleep.

Eddie’s heart skips a beat, happy to see him so at peace after last night’s events.

“So… who’s this?” Uncle Wayne says, voice low as to not wake him.

“Steve. I was helping him with his migraine.”

Wayne’s eyebrows shoot up. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” He teases.

Eddie flushes red unsure if he wants to remove himself from Steve and wake him up in the process, remembering how Nancy had said the migraine episodes could be triggered by a lack of sleep.

“Go back to sleep, Ed. Just… make sure to introduce him to me when he wakes up.”

“It’s not like that…” Eddie argues.

Wayne gives him a look, eyes flickering to where Steve’s arms are wrapped tightly around him, and shakes his head in disbelief. “I give it until morning,” he says with a smile on his face as he goes to his room.

“You’re wrong!” Eddie yells loud enough that he’s scared he’s woken Steve up. He looks back at Steve who softly snores, somehow still asleep. Eddie cuddles back against his side and closes his eyes, praying that his uncle is right.

He’s woken up later either by the hand running through his hair or the dull, quick sound of thudding against his ear. Eddie cracks an eye open, realizing it’s Steve’s hand in his hair and his heart that’s forming the fast rhythm.

“Hey,” Steve says with a small smile.

“Good morning,” Eddie replies immediately closing his eyes and tucking his head back into Steve’s neck to block out the sunlight.

Steve laughs. “Is that how I looked last night behind your hair?”

“Much better actually,” Eddie flirts without thinking.

Steve swallows. “Thank you for that by the way. I’ve never actually been able to sleep after…” he trails off.

His friends were right when they said Steve didn’t talk about it. Eddie squeezes Steve’s arm.

“Anytime,” Eddie says, slightly muffled, but just as sincere.

“Maybe sometime soon?” Steve suggests.

Eddie looks up. “Without you being in excruciating pain?”

Steve nods looking slightly anxious as to what Eddie’s response to the confirmation will be.

Eddie smiles wide and has to hide his face in Steve’s neck again to muffle his excited giggles. Steve joins in on the laughter.

Eddie suddenly feels Steve’s body tense up and his laughter stops.

“Glad to see you awake, would’ve been awkward meeting you while you weren’t conscious,” Wayne says.

Eddie sits up with a groan, swinging his legs over Steve’s and leaning back against the couch. Steve shoots up, trying to look presentable while his legs are trapped straight out in front of him.

“Wayne, this is Steve. Steve, this is my uncle, Wayne.”

Steve holds out his hand and firmly shakes his uncle’s hand. Eddie tries not to laugh at the interaction.

Wayne invites Steve to stay for breakfast, and he does.

After Steve leaves, giving Eddie a quick spontaneous hug, Wayne asks Eddie, “What do I always say?”

Eddie sighs, “The ‘W’ in Wayne doesn’t stand for ‘wrong.’” And thank goodness for that.

“I like him,” Wayne states casually.

“I do, too,” Eddie says with a soft smile.

“Next time, offer him an ice pack, too. That always used to help my migraines.”

Eddie’s smiles grows. Even Uncle Wayne has a migraine solution for Steve.

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i kept pressing on the words popping up in the left side of the keyboard bar and this makes zero sense but a lot of sense at the same time. my keyboard is officially a steddie and steddie-are-dustin's-parents truther.

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eddie clumsily holding a basketball: steve harrington... this is for you.

eddie: *shoots and completely misses*

steve: ...

eddie: ...

steve: it didn't even get in.

eddie: just like your di—

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*vibrates at steve has bigger hands than eddie*

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u ever think about eddie being the only one to fall face down ass up with STEVE RIGHT BEHIND HIM and the VIEW steve would have of that ass??? bc i do. constantly.

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i think people don't appreciate the idea of preppy steve harrington roughing metalhead eddie munson up enough. it's the irony, it's everyone thinking it would be the other way around 🤌🏽

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*dreamy sigh* fruit juice :]

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*eddie and steve at a basketball court*

eddie: wait, i wanna do something.

eddie with a basketball in his hands: steve, this is for you. *misses*

steve: ...

eddie: ...

steve: it didn't even get in.

eddie: it's the thought that counts, harrington!

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mini comics from the steddie dads au!

i’m having too much fun with this

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this is so important. his own thoughts about this are so fucking important.

he's an amazing person and an insane actor, he deserves to be seen and appreciated so fucking much and you know what this fandom doesn't deserve him. anyways caleb mclaughlin for president also lucas should get to save the world again in s5.

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Caleb McLaughlin once again having to address how poorly he’s treated in comparison with his white co-stars by the fan base is once again a reminder of how fucking ugly this fandom can be. The fact that Lucas is a main party member and has been since day one, has been shown having important arcs, important relationships, and has been extremely vital to the plot in every single season and yet receives far less fan attention than his white counterparts is still the reality four seasons in and there’s a reason for that.

It’s the same reason Erica gets ignored and abused by the fandom. The same reason Argyle has received 1/100th of the attention Eddie has and the reason Steddie is far more popular than Jargyle despite Jonathan and Argyle actually having a relationship (and I like Eddie and Steddie so don’t come at me I’m just saying). The same reason Billy still has an extremely devoted fan base who call him a sweet baby boi and write endless fics about him despite him canonically being a racist asshole who literally threatened Lucas’s life just because he was black. It’s the reason Caleb gets snubbed for awards despite some extremely phenomenal acting, especially in the S4 finale. (hint: it’s racism).

Anyway, Lucas and Caleb are amazing and deserve everything and I just think the ST fandom as a whole needs to be cognizant of how the (very few!) POC in the cast are treated.

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Steve: Why do people always assume me and Robin are a couple? Girls and boys can be friends!

Eddie: … it’s not because you’re a dude and she’s a girl… Steve… I hang out with Nancy all the time and no one thinks we’re dating.

Steve, running his hand through Robins hair: What is it then?

Eddie, giving a sign of frustration: You are literally holding her hand right now.

Steve: so??

Eddie: You shared a milkshake with her at the diner yesterday, with one straw

Steve: Is everyone a germaphobe now?

Eddie: YOU SLEEP IN THE SAME BED

Steve: We have nightmares!! It’s comforting!!

Eddie: you’re wearing her shirt right now!

Steve: we’re the same size!! Clothes have no gender!!

Eddie: YOU HAVE PROMISE RINGS

Steve: FRIENDSHIP PROMISE RINGS

Eddie: You got matching tattoos! You have her name tattooed next to your heart?? Friends don’t do that!!

Steve: Well obviously they do!

Eddie: You spent last week openly planning your wedding! I’ve seen your wedding planner! It’s like 200 pages!!

Steve: HEY I’ve always wanted to get married okay I’ve been making that binder since I was 8 and she needs a beard!! It works for both of us!! She’s letting me plan the whole thing!!

Eddie: YOU INVITE HER TO OUR DATE NIGHTS STEVE!!

Steve: IM NEW TO DATING MEN OKAY SOMETIMES I NEED SUPPORT