Steve: Who Else Thought Eddie Was My Boyfriend

Steve: who else thought Eddie was my boyfriend

Steve: Eddie put your hand down

Saw someone trying to say that Steve wouldn't choose Robin over Eddie and I'm about to get so obnoxious about my fave besties because Steve would genuinely grab Eddie by the face to push him aside if he was in the way of Robin. He would not hesitate for a second, that is his girl, his soulmate, his Robin. So sorry Eddie, you accidentally started dating the conjoined twins.

Was considering the whole “If I run and throw myself at [x], they will most certainly catch me in their arms” / “NO, I’M HOLDING COFFEE” meme, and while Steve is most certainly the one doing the catching, I realized there is no singular answer to who’s throwing themselves at him

There’s actually, basically just a rotating cast of people who use Steve as a safety net, and he just. Deals with it.

Eddie, who never met an intrusive thought he said “no” to, randomly shouting, “TRUST FALL,” sometimes while standing on top of things, and then just fucking falling over. In spite of the fact that Steve tells him pretty much every time that he’s going to let him fall on his head, he never does

Dustin climbing up on top of shit to reach things or to see better or to get something done and Steve hovering around under him like, “You’re gonna fall and break your ass,” and Dustin responding, full confidence, “Nah, you’ll catch me.” And Steve can’t really argue because he’s standing around waiting to do just that

Robin just automatically reaching out when she trips or stumbles, just sort of expecting Steve to be there to steady her now, because most of the time, he is: arm out, ready to offer her something to hold onto until she gets her feet

And Steve rolls his eyes and huffs and complains, but he’s there every time, making sure they can count on him, giving them the support they need – giving them what he never got to experience until he met them

yknow i love the idea of steve being stupidly in love with his weird gremlin of a boyfriend as much as anyone else but lets not forget that steve is also 100% a dumbass (affectionate). boy ate popcorn found from the trAsh. like yeah he was rich and whatnot and is relatively normal coded on the surface but guys, you can't tell me steve also doesnt have shitty impulse control either. i'm fairly certain he gives in to his intrusive thoughts a lot of the time but is just more laid back than Eddie so it's harder to see.

like give me Eddie also forgetting just how weird Steve can be cause he's used to the guy's relatively level headed and uninterested front. But every once in a while Steve will do something crazy out of the blue and Eddie's just like 'I can't believe I used to think this guy was normal' but with the biggest grossest heart eyes ever.

Give me steve just chilling looking one hundred percent like a sensible almost adult as he fidgets with a random object. Then stopping mid action to just stare at the object before just popping it in his mouth cause he randomly got curious what it'd taste/feel like. and its so out of the blue everyone's just like 'Steve wtf-'

Like give me the kids finding a super disgusting bug sludging down a sidewalk and being super amused by it but definitely grossed out, and they show the others and its a mutual understanding of 'ewww wtf is that' but Steve doesn't even blink and just reaches for it with his hand like the actual 5 year old that he is. And even Eddie, cerified raccoon adultbaby is shook– cause duDe thats fucking disgusting– but simultaneously about to get on one knee to propose, cause Steve looks so fucking cute with his face all scrunched up into genuine confusion about why he's being smacked by Robin and yelled at by a bunch of children when all he did was poke the weird bug.

Like damn this guy has no self preservation skills whatsoever and Eddie's almost 70% sure he'll do something stupid enough to get his hand amuputed or some shit one day. But sue him, every weird thing Steve does just turns his inside into jelly cause there's something about Steve being as much a freak as anyone that makes Eddie want to dip the idiot and kiss him senseless.

based on this post of mine bc i had thoughts // tw surgery mention, anaesthesia, hospital environment (not detailed its just there)

“And who are you?”

Steve pauses by the door, setting his jacket on the back of the chair next to Wayne. He looks over at Eddie, laying in his bed, covered in a blanket, his hair a messy halo around his head. His eyes are shining brightly, staring intently at Steve.

“He’s very high,” Wayne says to Steve, smiling softly.

“Yeah, I got that,” Steve says, watching Eddie roll slightly, groaning loudly. “Surgery went well?”

“Went fine,” Wayne says lightly, and Steve can see the relief in him as he leans back, eyes watching Eddie like he’s scared to look away.

“Eds?” Steve says, moving closer to the bed. “How was surgery?”

“Was fu-u-un…”

“Yeah? You had fun?”

Eddie hums affirmatively, and Steve crouches next to the bed, looking at him. There’s a bandage on his cheek, and the sight of it makes Steve’s chest ache, but Eddie’s eyes are shining brightly, glazed over as he blinks at Steve.

“Whoa,” he breathes dramatically, and Steve suppresses a smile.

“What?”

Eddie lifts a hand, and it lands heavily on the side of Steve’s face, making him recoil slightly even as he laughs. Eddie’s fingers press into his skin, kneading his cheek.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful.”

Steve’s eyebrows fly up, and his face burns as he hears Wayne laugh quietly behind him.

“Am I?”

Eddie hums again, smiling brightly, deliriously, wriggling as he shakes Steve’s face.

“Pretty boy,” he mumbles. “Pretty, pretty, pretty boy.” He releases his cheek to boop his nose a little too hard. “Who are you?”

“I’m Steve.”

“Ste-e-e-eve…” Eddie blinks at him, poking his face again. “Stevie, Stevie, Stevie.”

“Hi, Eddie,” Steve says softly.

“Princess Stevie,” Eddie slurs happily.

“Princess?”

“Mm. Princess. Pretty princess.”

Wayne laughs quietly behind Steve, and Steve turns to glare at him over his shoulder. He’s rubbing his forehead and smiling amusedly, and Steve starts to open his mouth to speak, but Eddie grabs at his face again, pulling him to face him.

Eddie’s eyes are almost closed, like his eyelids are heavy, and his fingers are petting at Steve’s cheek and jaw, rubbing his stubble. (He hasn’t shaved. He’s been too stressed. He was planning on shaving tonight after getting firm confirmation that Eddie is okay, but if Eddie likes it…)

Eddie lets go of his cheek and boops his nose a little to hard. And then he does it again, and again, humming a song that Steve doesn’t recognize.

“Do you like boys?” Eddie asks abruptly, his fingertip lingering on the tip of Steve’s nose. Wayne barks out a laugh behind Steve, and Steve’s face burns, and for some reason, even though Eddie isn’t going to remember this and Wayne is right there, Steve says, “Yes, I do.”

Eddie’s face lights up, and he tries to sit up, but Steve gently keeps him down, murmuring a soft, “Stay here, Eddie.”

“You do?” Eddie asks hopefully, flopping back down and looking up at Steve, who suppresses a smile, nodding.

“Yeah.”

Eddie’s eyes widen and he turns his face into his pillow, reaching up to pull his hair across his face shyly, shifting and fidgeting and wiggling, and Steve gazes fondly, contently. He hasn’t felt this calm in a good long while.

“Can I have a kiss?” Eddie asks shyly, and Steve raises his eyebrows. “Please.”

“You’re high, Eddie.”

“I’ve been higher,” Eddie says, his voice slurring, mumbly. Steve just looks at him for a moment, watching his eyes shine. “Please? I’ll be good.”

Steve’s stomach flutters, and he exhales, hesitating before he turns to look at Wayne, who’s still watching, smiling absently with his face resting on his hand. Steve raises his eyebrows, shrugging weakly, asking silently what to do as Eddie’s hand touches his cheek again.

Wayne shrugs, his smile growing, and then he points to his forehead with another shrug, and Steve sighs.

He turns back to face Eddie, who’s gazing at him blearily, his eyes glazed over.

“I won’t kiss your mouth,” Steve starts, cracking a smile when Eddie’s lips pout, his lower lip poking out, shining. “But I’ll kiss your forehead if you want.”

Eddie beams.

“Yes, please.”

Steve smiles, licks his lips, shifting on the ground as Eddie smiles up at him.

“Don’t move,” he says firmly, and Eddie nods, his body tightening and his eyes closing. He’s still smiling.

Steve takes a moment to gaze at him. At the lines in his skin from his smile, at his dark eyelashes and chapped lips. (Which Steve will kiss when he’ll be able to remember it.)

He brushes Eddie’s bangs back carefully, and Eddie inhales, his smile growing even more somehow, and then he leans close, pressing his lips to his forehead softly, leaving a lingering kiss on his skin.

Eddie sighs, still lying stiffly, unmoving, being good like he said he would, and when Steve pulls away to look at him, his cheeks are flushed pink. A second passes before Eddie's eyes flutter open, and then he's smiling so brightly his eyes are squeezing shut, and he rolls away a little bit, letting out an excited squeal that makes Steve burst into laughter.

"Wayne," Eddie calls, rolling over and looking across the room at Wayne, who's laughing even harder than Steve, covering his face with a hand. "A pretty boy kissed me, d'ya see?"

"I saw, Eds, 'm happy for you."

Eddie giggles deliriously and rolls over again, wiggling, and Steve presses his face to the side of his bed, his face hot, because even though it was Wayne's fucking idea, he forgot Wayne was watching him press the softest kiss humanly possible to Eddie's forehead, was probably watching his gaze at him before it. But Wayne is laughing, amused, and probably relieved to be hearing Eddie giggle and squeal happily after worrying for so long.

"Alright," Steve says after taking a moment to collect himself, reaching up and pulling at Eddie's shoulder. "You're gonna pull your stitches, honey, lay still."

"Honey," Eddie repeats, his eyes shining brightly, the bandage on his cheek wrinkling as his cheeks squish up under his smile. "Honey, honey, honey, honey..."

Steve's face burns again.

"You're so sweet, Stevie," Eddie says lightly, his voice mumbly. "Sweet boy. Sweetheart. Cotton candy boy."

"Cotton candy boy," Steve repeats under his breath, and Eddie hums affirmatively.

"Cotton candy. Sweet. Hubba Bubba. Bubblegum baby."

"He's a poet," Wayne quips behind Steve, and Steve turns to glare at him, but he can't fully suppress the smile that's making his face sore. Eddie is still mumbling to himself, now reaching up to rub Steve's face again.

"Sweet like iced tea. Like a lollipop." He giggles to himself, pressing his fingers into Steve's cheek again. "Wanna lick you."

A laugh bursts out of Wayne, and Steve's face floods with heat.

"Oh my god."

Eddie giggles.

He asks to hold Steve's hand after rambling a little while longer, after comparing Steve to cake frosting and strawberries and honeysuckle blossoms, and Steve lets him take it, watches their fingers lace and twist together, and Wayne finally brings a chair over to him with Eddie doesn't want to let go. Wayne kisses Eddie's head when he says goodnight, and then he kisses the top of Steve's. It makes Steve's eyes burn and fill with tears that he refuses to let fall until after the door's shut behind Wayne.

Eddie asks if he's okay, eyes filled with concern, and his fingers tighten on Steve's. Steve wipes his face and smiles, telling him he's fine. No one's kissed me like that in a long while. Eddie sighs and relaxes, still gazing at him. Tells him Wayne does it all the time, and he'd probably do it to Steve if he wants him to.

"I can kiss you like that if you want," he offers kindly, sleepily. Steve raises his hand to his lips and kisses his knuckles.

"Tomorrow."

"Okay."

(Eddie doesn't remember anything when he wakes up the next day, but when he opens his eyes to find Steve resting his head next to him on his bed and Steve's fingers twisted around his, he certainly doesn't complain.)

Eddie is already about halfway up when he realizes Steve isn’t following him. 

Eddie plants himself on a branch and looks down at Steve who is staring up at him. “Come on Stevie! The view is awesome up here.” 

Steve eyes the tree carefully. “Are you sure this is safe Eds?” 

“You have climbed a tree before haven’t you?” 

Steve rolls his eyes. “Yes. But that was before I started a collection of concussions.” 

Eddie sighs. Steve has a point. If he falls and hits his head that is not good news. 

“Want me to come down and help? Follow behind you to make sure you’re safe?” 

Steve swallows but then nods tentatively. 

Eddie grins and immediately starts making his way back down, jumping off the final branch and landing on his feet. He spots Steve as he makes his way up one branch at a time. They stop when they near the top, both catching their breath as they overlook the park. 

“Wow. You were right, the view is pretty awesome up here.” 

Eddie isn’t even looking at the view anymore, all he is doing is looking at Steve and smiling fondly. “Sure is.” 

Steve turns to face him, offering a sweet smile in return. They rest their backs against the trunk as they share a cigarette, talking about everything and nothing all at once. Once the sun begins to set, they reluctantly make their way back down. Steve grins as he softly bumps Eddie’s shoulder with his own, their hands brushing against each other. 

Eddie decides to be brave and tangles their fingers together. No one is around now that it’s getting dark to see, so he takes his shot. Steve looks down at their hands for a second before squeezing Eddie’s in his own. They both giggle and make the short walk back to Eddie’s trailer. 

Whatever it is they have, it’s good.