#sick eddie munson

[italiansteebie]

whenever anyone was sick, steve would bring them soup.

classic chicken noodle, very soothing, very good. the issue was, no one could figure out where he got it from.

it was that kind of soup that you wanted on a cold winters night, or the days when you just need something cozy.

they had gone through all the restaurants in town that serve chicken noodle soup, and yet none of them came anywhere close to what steve brought them.

he always delivered it in a plain plastic bag, and a plain styrofoam cup wrapped in tinfoil. it was always still warm, just at the perfect temperature for eating.

it was like magic.

and then came the fateful day, eddie was sick. cough, snot, fever, the gross, disgusting works. and hell. he'd been waiting for this day, couldn't wait to try steve's soup. and weasel out of the boy where he got it from.

so the doorbell rang, and eddie all but ran to answer it. steve harrington in all his glory, standing on his front step with that famous grocery bag that contains the magic soup.

they get inside, settle into the couch and eddie cracks open the container.

"geeze man. where do you get this stuff? it's like heaven in a styrofoam cup."

eddie practically moaned into his first bite.

steve laughed, "everyone says that. it's just soup!"

eddie shakes his head, "but from WHERE?"

"from me."

and that stops eddie mid bite. he gestures to the cup with his spoon, eyeing steve. "you made this?" he asks, mouth full, broth dribbling out.

steve ducks his head, grabbing a napkin to dab at eddie's mouth. "yeah, it's no big deal."

the absurdity itself almost cures the cold that wracked eddie's body.

"dude! your soup practically cures all illness!"

steve scoffs, looking at eddie fondly, "whatever eddie, just eat your soup."

he pushes eddie lightly on the shoulder, watching as the metal head mocks him silently into the soup container.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steve can cook #steve harrington headcanon #bi steve harrington #gay eddie munson #steve is a good cook #steve is a sweetheart #steve is a mom #soft steddie #steddie #steddie fluff #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #stranger things ficlet #sick fic #stranger things headcanons #sick eddie munson

[eddiephobic]

thinking about Wayne letting Eddie sleep with him in the living room when Eddie’s having a hard time sleeping.. as much as Wayne doesn’t want to admit it - it helps him sleep better too having him around.

Even if Eddie snores..

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[shesinchargeareyoukidding]

Eddie Munson Sickfic: When you hurt - Chapter 5: I’ll figure it out in the morning

Read chapter one here

1975

He could hear shouting. Desperate, angry shouting.

“-ck you! He’s my kid! Mine! Why the fuck-“

-“Sir, please calm down-“

-“CALM DOWN?!? SHE TOOK MY FUCKING KID! SHE BROKE INTO MY HOME AND TOOK HIM! I WANT HIM BACK! NOW!”

“Your son has pneumonia, mr. Munson. He needs urgent medical care.”

“Bullshit! He was fine! You just want my fucking money. Take me for all I’ve got, huh?”  

What was going on? Where was he? Why did he feel so weird? Was that his dad? Eddie managed to crack his eyes open and his blurry vision registered white walls and three people in his peripheral. There was a pressure on his face. he blinked sluggishly as he tried to reach his hand up to feel what it was. His hand hit something that felt like plastic.

“No, sir. It’s not like that at all…” A woman’s voice tried to reason.

“I want him back! Right now! He’s my kid. Ya can’t just fuckin’ take him!” That was his dad. Eddie tried to lift his head to look at the other people in the room, but the movement hurt his head and he let out a groan.

“Ed! See? He’s fine! Eddie, it’s me! Yer fine, right? Let’s go home, yeah?” As he spoke, Austin charged forward and pulled the oxygen mask off Eddie’s face and roughly pulled him into a sitting position. Eddie let out a startled whimper as he looked up at his dad.

“Ed! Tell them yer fine.” Austin demanded, pointing at the other two people in the room. Eddie panted as he tried to form proper words.

“d-dad. W-wha-” Eddie stammered. Austin nodded frantically.

“Yeah it’s me, bud. We’re gonna go home, okay?” He pressed.

“o-okay…” Eddie gasped, scrambling to get his body to move as his dad pulled on his arms. A hand shot out and stopped him from making it far. The hand felt warm as it softly settled on Eddie’s back, supporting him. The owner of the hand spoke in a low voice.

“No, Austin. That’s enough, now. Just look at him.” Eddie blearily looked at the source of the voice an vaguely recognised it as his quiet and kind uncle Wayne. He calmly lowered Eddie to lay back down and Eddie was so, so confused. Wasn’t he supposed to get up?

Austin furiously shook his head and grabbed for Eddie again, but this time Wayne stepped in and blocked his brother. “That’s enough, Austin! He needs to stay. When Jenny brought him here she said he was close to death!” Wayne argued. Eddie’s heart started racing at his uncle’s words.

“That old witch is way too dramatic, Wayne! What do ya think’ll happen if I let him stay, huh?” Austin huffed.

“He’ll live. That’s what’ll happen. Give me that damn oxygen mask!” Wayne said adamantly as he reached for the mask in his brother’s hand. Austin quickly danced out of the way.

“No! Ed, tell him you’re fine.” Austin pushed. Eddie felt overwhelmed as he fought to take in enough air. His lungs hurt, everything hurt. He didn’t understand what was going on. He swallowed hard against the nauseous feeling in his stomach as he tried to speak.

“I- I…” The nausea became too much as his stomach spasmed, making him gag. All Eddie could see was the look of betrayal on his father’s face before tears blurred his vision and he threw up into a bowl his uncle had thrust out under his chin. His uncle’s warm hand rubbed up and down his back and vaguely he could hear his father still ranting.

As he was throwing up bile, two more men entered the room. “Oh thank God.” The nurse said as she approached them. “The father of the patient is being very aggressive and keeps trying to take the kid away.” The security guards didn’t need to hear any more and advanced on Austin, who threw up his hands defensively.

“Hang on! It’s my kid, I should be able to take him anywhere I fuckin’ well want.” He insisted.

“’Fraid not, sir. There’s a protocol we need to follow before we can release the kid. You can discuss that with his doctor, but you can’t take him right now.” One of the guards said as he cautiously approached the three Munsons.

Austin’s eyes shifted around the room like a cornered animal and came to rest on the door. As he looked from the door to his son, he made a quick decision. Austin darted for Eddie and forcefully pushed Wayne aside. With one arm, he lifted his son out of his bed and pressed him close to his chest, while his other hand started tearing at the IV in the boys pale arm. It took two quick jerks and the needle was ripped free. Eddie let out a strangled yell of pain as blood began to steadily drip from his arm. Austin’s strong arms wrapped around him tightly and his cries were smothered into his father’s chest.

“Austin, no! Stop it!” Wayne exclaimed as he ran forward and grabbed onto Eddie as securely as he could. The two guards each grabbed one of Austin’s arms.

“No! Don’t fuckin’ take my son! Eddie! Help me, boy!” Austin screamed as they were pulled apart. Eddie was horrified to see tears in his dad´s eyes.

Eddie sobbed as he started struggling against Wayne’s strong grip and reached his bleeding arm out to his father. “Dad!” he wailed. Wayne’s grip didn’t let up and he gathered his nephew securely against his chest, whispering reassurances in the boy’s hair and pleading with him to calm down. Austin was dragged out of the room by the security guards, fighting and yelling the whole way. Right before the door closed behind them, Austin’s anger shifted from the adults in the room to the helpless child left behind. “Look at what ya did, Ed!” Austin raged. “I told ya not to let anyone in! and now fuckin’ look, boy! This is all your fault!” Eddie started wailing even harder. “I d- I didn- “ A coughing fit overtook him and he shook violently in his uncles arms.

His dad was gone. He left a ringing silence behind, broken only by his son’s cries.

People took his dad away and it was all his fault. A new burst of energy made him lash out at the hands wrapped around his chest. He hit them over and over, he sunk his nails into them as hard as he could, he tried to pull them away from his body with all his strength. The arms didn’t budge, no matter what he did.  

He was being moved. His quiet uncle was carefully climbing into the hospital bed with Eddie fighting him every inch of the way. Calm as ever, Wayne sat down on the bed with his nephew against his chest and just held him.

“No! Let m-me go.” Eddie strained to raise his voice, tears streamed down his face and his voice came out wheezy and broken. His chest felt tight and painful.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” His uncle muttered quietly, not once letting up on his grip on Eddie.

“I don’t want you! I want my d-dad.” Eddie yelled. His struggles started to weaken as he dissolved into tears. “I want m-my dad… I- I want my dad…” He whimpered. All the fight drained out of the boy. His trembling body went limp as his shoulders shook with devastated and confused sobs.

“I know, darlin’. I know. I’m sorry.” His uncle soothed. The arms let up on their iron grip and started to rub up and down his arms.

“I- I don’t u-understand w-wha’s happening…” Eddie sobbed and Wayne’s heart broke all over again. Eddie latched onto one of the sleeves with a desperate grip. His chest was heaving so harshly that it felt to Wayne as if his nephew’s little ribcage was rattling apart.

“I promise I’ll explain everything, Eddie. But for now, all you gotta know is that I’m not gonna leave and I’ll stay here as long as ya need, alright? Right here.” He said as he slowly rocked his nephew. The nurse carefully approached the duo and silently handed Wayne the oxygen mask as she started unwrapping a new IV-needle and some gauze. Wayne carefully placed the oxygen mask back over Eddie’s nose and mouth. The kid was too exhausted to even react to the foreign feeling on his face, just closed his eyes and let himself go limp against his uncle’s chest.

“Sweetie?” The nurse softly brushed Eddie’s hair back from his face, making him blink his eyes back open and meet her gaze. She smiled. “Hey, Eddie. My name is Alice. I’m going to wrap up your arm and put a new IV in, okay? I’ll be as careful as I can.” Eddie nodded tiredly as two exhausted tears escaped from his eyes.

Alice put on rubber gloves and disinfected Eddie’s arm, which made him whimper and squeeze his eyes shut, but he held his arm still. “You’re doing so well, Eddie.” Alice praised as she wrapped his arm up.  “You know, you might be the bravest boy I’ve ever met.”. Eddie stared at her in amazement and Alice caught his silent question. “Really.” She assured as she skilfully slipped the new needle in the small boy’s vein and taped it over securely. “There.” She winked. “Bet you barely even felt that.” Eddie nodded with wide eyes.

Wayne gave her a grateful look as she assured him the doctor would be by later to give him an update on Eddie’s health. Then she left and uncle and nephew were alone. Eddie mumbled something into his oxygen mask and Wayne leaned forward to catch it. “One more time, kid. What was that?”

Eddie huffed and lifted a shaking hand to his oxygen mask, but Wayne stopped him with a soft touch to his wrist. “I can hear you just fine, kid. Leave it on.” Eddie huffed again, but let his hand drop. Taking a deep breath, he tried again.

“ ’m sorry I yelled. a-and… and h-hit you.” He muttered against the plastic mask. Wayne gave him a gently squeeze. “Hell, kid. I get it. Barely felt it, yaknow.” He assured his nephew. Eddie shook his head.

“ ‘s not nice g-getting’ yelled at…” Eddie softly countered. Wayne nodded. “That’s true… But you’re eight years old, Ed. You’re eight and you’re really sick and you woke up to all that chaos. You were probably real scared an’ confused, huh? Totally normal for ya to freak out.” He reasoned. Eddie, whose eyes started to tear up again as he listened to his uncle describe his feelings so well, nodded against Wayne’s chest.

Wayne kissed the top of his head. “Ya still scared, Ed?” He asked. Eddie let out a weak sob and nodded once again. Wayne rearranged Eddie so he was curled up against his chest, head tucked underneath Wayne’s chin with the blanket wrapped around him and encased by his uncle’s strong arms. “I’ll take care of ya now, kid. Ain’t nothin’ to be scared of. Everything will be okay.” Eddie snuggled up against Wayne and almost believed him. “w-what about dad?” He asked. He felt Wayne’s chest rise and fall with a weary sigh. “I don’t know yet, Eddie. But I’ll figure that out in the mornin’.”

 1987

Eddie blearily opened his eyes and he instantly clocked the white walls, the too clean smell, the press of an oxygen mask on his face. He looked to his left and met the tired gaze of his uncle, sitting in a plastic chair. No. adrenaline spikes inside his body and he jolts into action. Get out! Look what you did! You’re ruining everything! He rips off his oxygen mask, throwing off his blanket. A stinging in his arm catches his attention. Looking at it, he sees that he’s attached to an IV port. Frantically and without thinking, he starts tearing at it.

“Eddie, no! Stop it!” Wayne seized Eddie’s wrist in a tight grip and ripped it away from his other arm. Eddie flinched violently and twisted his arm around in an attempt to free himself. He propped his elbow underneath his body, trying to heave himself upright. Wayne was having none of it as he pressed his forearm against his nephew’s chest and pushed him down to the bed. Eddie let out a frustrated growl.

A horrified anger overtook Wayne as he looked at the blood that started to pool around Eddie’s IV. Horror itched across his skin. “Settle down, boy! Right now!” He barked out, getting in his nephew’s face. He didn’t mean to raise his voice, but the scene in front of him was sending him back to a moment he never wanted to relive. The thought that this time it was Eddie doing it to himself made his skin crawl.

Sick as he was, the fight was quickly drained out of Eddie. He slumped back down onto the bed. His IV caught on his blanket as he lowered his arm and he flinched and whimpered in pain. Wayne took in Eddie’s pale face and the blood smearing across his arm and felt helplessly angry.

“How could you, Eddie? Look what you did!” He demanded, wrenching Eddie’s arm up to make him look at it. Large pain filled eyes shifted from Wayne’s snarling face to the blood on his arm. Eddie burst into gut wrenching sobs and Wayne reeled back. All anger now replaced by guilt.

“ ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry-“ Eddie bawled, hyperventilating.

“Eddie, no. I’m sorry. Calm down. Sssh, just breathe. It’s alright.” Wayne consoled, trying to put the oxygen mask back on. Eddie flinched away and swatted at his uncle’s arm.

“we need to leave… we have to-… I can… I can g-get up…” Eddie slurred as he started to prop himself up again. Wayne was quick to grab his nephew’s shoulders and keep him in place, thumbs tracing patterns into his skin. “We’re not goin’ anywhere, kid. We’re stayin’ right here until yer better.” Eddie wildly shook his head and then groaned at the pain it caused. “Please. We can’t… we-“ Another coughing fit cut Eddie off. Wayne pulled Eddie to lay on his side and held him steady as coughs tore through him.

“Wayne…” Eddie implored, his large eyes blinking up at Wayne.

“No, Eddie. I don’t wanna hear it.” Wayne grumbled.

“We can’t stay here…” Eddie whispered.

“Too bad, kid. ‘Cause we’re stayin’ anyway.” Wayne dismissed easily. Eddie swallowed painfully, knowing he wasn’t going to win the discussion.

“Don’t be mad…” He pleaded instead.

“I’m not-“ Wayne started, but was cut off.

“Yes you are. I t-tried to keep goin’ I promise…” Eddie swallowed hard and sucked in another painful breath. “p-please believe me. I t-tried. I did. I didn’t t-think… I wasn’t… I tried to keep going, b-but…”

“Woah, woah. Hey, it’s okay…” Wayne soothed, running a hand down Eddie’s arm. He took a deep breath as he thought of the right words. “Yes, I’m mad.” He admitted. Eddie sniffed and Wayne tucked a bit of hair behind his ear in a loving gesture. “I’m mad because you thought you had to lie to me about bein’ sick, that you thought I’d hate ya for needing help. I hoped I taught ya better than that. I’m mad that I let it get this far, even when I knew that ya still do this sometimes. I’m not mad at you, Eddie. I’m mad at myself.” Eddie reached his trembling bleeding arm out to his uncle, who immediately leaned forward and embraced his nephew, not caring about the blood staining his shirt.

“c-can you…?” Eddie sniffed as he weakly tugged on his uncles arm. He didn’t need to explain himself further. Wayne let out an amused huff as he took off his shoes. “Dontcha think we’ll break the bed this time, Ed? You’re not eight anymore.” Eddie’s smile prompted him to shrug light-heartedly. “Eh, only one way to find out, right?” Eddie’s smile only grew as his uncle climbed in behind him, joints popping as he went, and pulled Eddie against his chest, just like they had done twelve years ago. Wayne gently eased the oxygen mask back in place, ignoring his nephew’s displeased whine. Soon, the oxygen eased some of the tightness in Eddie’s chest and he sunk into his uncle’s embrace.

“I’m sorry I yelled, kid.” Wayne muttered into his nephew’s hair. Eddie tried to speak, but was reminded of the mask. His hand lifted instinctively, but was stopped by his uncle’s hand gently touching his wrist. “My hearing might not be like it used to be, Ed. But I can still hear you just fine. Leave it on.” Eddie huffed and Wayne was strongly reminded of the little boy he had held like this twelve years ago.

“’s okay that you yelled. you’re w-worried.” Eddie rasped out. Wayne shrugged.

“Still, it’s not nice getting yelled at.” Wayne nudged Eddie with a fond smile. Eddie smirked in remembrance. “god, w-we’re a mess… aren’t we?” He breathed. Wayne nodded.

“True, but we have each other, right?” He asked. Eddie blinked heavily and snuggled into Wayne’s chest. “Yeah…” He sighed. “what are we gonna do, Wayne?” His large eyes looked up and his uncle. Wayne leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of his nephew’s head. “I don’t know yet, darlin’. I’ll figure it out in the mornin’”

To be continued.

Next chapter

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[claracivry]

sending a request for ur whump fic ! wayne taking care of a sick young eddie :))

Anon!! It's been a million years but I did it!! Hope you're still around to read it!!

Anyways, if any of you like good uncle Wayne and soft baby Eddie with some sick fic, come get your content!! Poor Eddie gets chickenpox and Wayne is... concerned

Enjoy! (x)

#my fics #eddie munson whump #eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie and wayne munson #sickfic #sick eddie munson #would love to hear your thoughts!!!

[leniialu5]

they went out and Eddie had a little bit too much eggnog 🥴

#I’m sick #but still want to draw #i’m exhausted #haha #steddie art #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanart #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #fanart

[hairmetal666]

Eddie's a mechanic, has a shop in Indy. It's only got two bays, but he owns it, he saved up the money, it's his. He runs it with Wayne, is building up a customer base. He loves it.

Within the year, a bakery opens up next door, separated from Eddie's shop by a narrow alley. He has a perfect view into the bakery's kitchen from the shop's office, and almost immediately catches a glimpse of the drop-dead gorgeous guy behind the mixing bowl. He's got sun-golden skin, swoopy brown hair, wide puppy dog eyes, the poutiest mouth, and a face dotted with freckles. Eddie gapes at him for a solid two-minutes, salivating over the bunch and pull of his muscles as he kneads a ball of dough. A wet dream come true.

Eddie's always sneaking glances at the shop next door, can't seem to keep his gaze off the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Over the next few months, he becomes familiar with this herd of kids that hang around the bakery at all hours. There's one, curly-haired and mouthy, who often makes the baker frown with his hands on his hips, but as soon as the boy walks away, the baker smiles all wide and fond.

It's a silly crush, no big deal. He has a weakness for brown-eyed pretty boys, so what? It's not like he's going to do anything crazy, like make a move.

It's past midnight, a few months after the bakery opens, and Eddie's in his little office, doing the monthly accounting. He's exhausted, tired of calculators and numbers, when a flash of light catches at the corner of his eye. He blinks a few times, sure it's the exhaustion setting in, but it doesn't go away.

Instead, there's a light on over at the bakery. It's a kitchen light, and the baker is standing at the stainless steel counter, looking unlike Eddie's ever seen. His hair is a soft wave, swooping onto his forehead. He wears grey sweatpants and a yellow sweatshirt. Tonight, his movements are less precise and practiced; he's slow and contemplative as he gathers ingredients and mixing bowls.

It's been long enough Eddie should look away, but he forgets that it isn't a dream, that he's actually watching the baker roll up his sleeves as he whisks. It's inevitable that, eventually, the baker catches Eddie staring. He just smiles, though, and waves. Eddie manages to return the greeting before awareness smacks him in the face, and he flees the office and the building in acute embarrassment.

They share waves after that. Smiles. Laughter once when Eddie's reading over an invoice and walking, smacks face-first into the doorframe. Eye rolls after the baker gets into an impassioned argument with the curly-haired boy, one that involves a copious amount of thrown flour.

They exchange waves and smiles and goofy expressions, and it shouldn't escalate further, but one day Eddie steps into the shop's waiting room to find the curly-haired boy sitting behind the reception desk, flipping through Eddie's new dnd guide.

"What." Eddie says.

"You," says the boy. He's pointing and glaring and Eddie is a little scared.

"Me?"

"You like dnd?"

He hopes his sigh of relief isn't audible. "Best DM this town has ever seen." He postures and smirks.

"Doubt it," the boy says.

Eddie lets out an offended squeak, dramatically smashes his hand over his heart. "Insulted! Maligned! In my own place of business! Oh!" He falls into a dramatic swoon.

The boy snickers. "I'm Dustin," he says.

"Eddie." They shake hands and Eddie does not laugh at how overly serious this is all is. "Sir Dustin, what brings you to my fine establishment?"

Dustin shrugs. "Steve."

"Steve?"

Dustin rolls his eyes. "The bakery."

"Oh," Eddie says. Steve. The baker is Steve.

He's having a little trouble breathing, sure he's done something wrong, a distinct feeling of doom settling on his shoulders. "Why?"

"He won't stop talking about the mechanic next door but refuses to introduce himself. Plus, I saw your D20 tattoo the other day."

Eddie's barely hearing him, reeling over the knowledge that Steve talks about him to his gaggle of children. He barely hears the rest of the conversation, but the next day Dustin shows up with the rest of the kids, Lucas, Mike, Max, El, Erica, Will.

They're loud, chaotic, wild, and somehow--before they leave--they've coerced him into running a one-shot for them. They come by in twos and threes for the rest of the week, eating all the snacks in the waiting room mini-fridge and talking at him and Wayne as they work.

It's Friday, it's sweltering, he's closing the shop for the night with the top of his coveralls hanging off hips, his sweat soaked undershirt tossed behind a tool chest. He steps into the waiting area and nearly jumps out of his skin to find a man there, holding a plastic container.

Steve.

"H--hi," he stutters. And fuck, he's shirtless. He's standing in front of Steve for the first time and his nipples are out. This is it, the moment he finally dies of embarrassment.

Steve's eyes are locked on Eddie's torso for a few seconds too long, cheeks flushing. He blinks, finally looking at Eddie's face. "I'm Steve. From the--the bakery next door?" He points. "I--uh--I wanted to stop by and apologize?"

"What?" Eddie asks. There's too much happening for him to keep up.

"Um, the kids?"

And Eddie can't fathom why he needs to apologize, can only stare at Steve in confused disbelief.

"It's just. They can be kind of a handful. I used to babysit Mike and the whole group of them started following me around, and--Anyway, I think Dustin took it upon himself to try to introduce us. I've been wondering where they keep disappearing off to, and Max told me today that they're here with you, and I thought I probably owed you an apology. You're trying to work and I know they can be a bunch of shitheads, and oh my god, I'm rambling, I really am turning into Robin, Jesus Christ."

Eddie is fucked. Oh he's so fucked. He's charmed, endeared, can't stop smiling at Steve who is somehow even more beautiful up close.

"I forgive you," Eddie says. "They're nice kids."

Steve lets out a hard breath. "They are, huh?" He smiles. "Don't let them hear you say that. You'll never get a moment's peace. And they shouldn't have been over here bothering you, anyway."

"It wasn't a bother. Though, they did eat all my snacks and swindle me into running a one-shot for them. Still not sure how that happened."

Steve laughs and his eyes crinkle at the corner. So fucked. So fucked. "I should've known that you play that game of theirs."

"Aw, not a dnd fan, Stevie?"

Steve blushes. "It's--there's a lot of math."

Eddie laughs, already knows he's never getting over this one. "You bake professionally."

"It's different?" Steve laughs. "Fine, fine! You got me, it's not my thing."

"Bet I could change your mind," Eddie says. He doesn't mean to be flirting, can't stop himself.

"I bet you could," Steve agrees. He moves his hand, like maybe he's going to run it through his swoop of hair, then seems to remember he's holding baked goods. "Oh, uh, please take these cupcakes as my apology for accidentally saddling you with my group of semi-feral children."

"You're already forgiven, but I'll never say no to a cupcake."

"You should stop by the shop tomorrow, then" Steve says. "On the house."

"You've already given me these." He wiggles the cupcakes in Steve's pretty face.

"I only save the free samples for the hottest customers." Steve does run a hand through his hair now, and it's dorky as fuck, but Eddie still feels like he's died and this is heaven. "See you tomorrow?"

Eddie can only nod as Steve backs out of the office with a cheeky little wave.

He goes to the bakery the next day, sure he just let his crush get away from him and imagined the entire interaction with Steve. Except, when he walks in, Steve smiles all big and pretty in his little blue apron, invites Eddie back to the kitchen.

And if they share their first kiss against the stainless steel countertops, it's between them, Wayne, and all the kids who spy on them from the shop's office window.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #mechanic eddie munson #baker steve harrington #ficlet #fluff #meet cute #mutual pining #matchmaker dustin henderson #longing glances #dustin is sick of hearing steve talk about the hot mechanic next door but never making a move #dustin makes it for him #the party are a bunch of well-meaning menances #for some reason insomnia is an intrinsic part of steve's character even in an au

[morganbritton132]

Eddie post a Tiktok of an old home video. In the video, he’s twenty-one, messy haired, laying on his side in bed facing the camera, and he looks like shit. His eyes are glassy, his nose is rubbed red, and his voice is thick the way it always is when he’s sick.

“This is a message for future Eddie,” Eddie tells the camera. “If you decide to spend the rest of your life with a man that spends all his free time babysitting - and I know you, you do want to spend your life with him - get used to catching every virus in town.”

In the video, Steve pops up behind Eddie and wraps himself around him, looking just as sick. His eyes never open as he cuddles closer, resting his head in the curve of Eddie’s neck and his hand on his chest over his heart. Steve sounds like he’s already falling back to sleep when he asks, “Who’re you talking to?”

Eddie looks into the camera like, “Myself.”

“Say hi for me.”

#This is before Steve decided he wanted to go to college for teaching #CC is on the cusp of fame at this point so Eddie’s gone more than he’s there #so he’s funny convinced that Steve gave him whatever bug the kid he was babysitting had #instead of being like ‘maybe I shouldn’t lick beer off the counter at a biker bar’ #Eddie is solely posting this video because he is currently sick #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[unclewaynemunson]

Pt2 to this post

'Is something wrong?' Nancy asks, not long after the two of them have taken their familiar spots on the hood of Steve's car. They're basking in what might be the last warm sunlight of the year, looking out over the quarry, at a safe distance from the edge.

It's become a tradition the two of them share, ever since they reconnected back in March. It calms them both, to just sit here and take in the view, no one around but each other. Nancy is one of the few people Steve can share a comfortable silence with: sometimes they sit here quietly for what feels like hours, side by side, listening to music or to nothing but the birds singing around them. But they also have their best conversations here: it's the place where Nancy entrusted him she wanted to break up with Jonathan; it's the place where they talked about their shared past and decided they would always love each other as friends; it's the place where they finally talked about Barbara in a way they couldn't when they were younger. It's where Nancy talked about the ghosts still haunting her and Steve talked about how lonely he sometimes felt.

Steve huffs. 'How did you guess?'

'When you frown, you always do it with your whole face,' Nancy notes. 'So it's hard to miss, really.'

Steve glances at her side profile. There's a serenity to her features that's still relatively new. It means she's healing, slowly learning how to be happy again. It means she stopped waiting for the end of the world and started believing in a real future again. It makes Steve proud of how far they both have come.

'I had a fight with Eddie,' he confesses. 'And with Dustin, I guess.'

'What happened?'

He sighs. 'It's complicated.'

'Wanna tell me about it?'

The look in her eyes is kind and inviting. Steve hesitates. He wants to, but he doesn't know if he can. It's a risk. It's scary.

But he can't imagine Nancy Wheeler ever being careless with his secrets. He can't imagine her judging him, can't imagine her being as small-minded as most people in this town.

He was planning on telling her anyway, because things had been going so well with Eddie lately and – no, he shouldn't think about that right now. But maybe it would actually be nice to talk about it with Nancy.

'So, um...' His throat feels tight and his hands are sweaty. 'I recently discovered some things about myself. I-' The words get stuck somewhere on the way to his mouth, and he clears his throat.

Nancy doesn't push, but only gives him an encouraging nod, waiting for him to find his voice again.

'I found out I like boys,' he finally manages to confess. 'And I need you to know that – that that doesn't mean that what I felt for you wasn't real. It was. I loved you, and now I fell in love with a boy. And-'

'Steve.' Nancy's hand suddenly covers his, causing him to finally jerk his head away from the view over the quarry, to focus on her face again instead.

Her eyes are wide, and she squeezes his hand.

'You don't have to explain yourself to me,' she tells him. 'We're good. But thank you for telling me. For trusting me with this.'

Steve heaves out a relieved sigh, and Nancy smiles; it's that genuine kind of smile which reveals all kinds of dimples and soft lines across her face.

'We might be more similar than you thought,' she tells him, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks.

'Really?' Her words make his breath catch in his throat. He squints at her, trying to see her in this new light. 'Are you saying what I think you're saying?'

She shrugs. 'I don't know. I'm not sure yet,' she admits. 'Still figuring things out.'

'Take your time, there's no rush,' he tells her. 'But...' He bumps his shoulder against hers. 'When you're done figuring it out, talk to me, okay?'

She nods. 'Okay.'

For a while, it's quiet between the two of them. Some kind of raptor circles high above them in the sky. They both follow it with their eyes until it disappears among the tree tops west of the quarry.

'Is it Eddie?'

Steve blinks dumbly a couple of times.

'Wha- what?'

'The guy you were talking about. The one you fell in love with. It's Eddie, isn't it?'

'Jesus, Wheeler, what kind of sorceress are you?' Steve exclaims.

Nancy laughs again. 'You're not being as subtle as you think,' she tells him. 'The two of you have been hooking up for a while now, haven't you?'

Steve huffs dramatically. 'This is unfair. You know everything; I can't even tell you my own secrets anymore!'

'So what happened?' Nancy asks. 'You said you had a fight with him?'

'It's fucking stupid,' he sighs. 'Dustin was getting way too excited about the fact that I was gonna be hanging out with you, so I told him I was seeing someone. Next thing I knew, he was telling Eddie all about how I was seeing a girl.' He waves his hands around to make annoyed air quotations. 'I wanted to tell Eddie it was a misunderstanding, but Dustin was there, so I couldn't out us just like that, and he looked so betrayed and heartbroken... He didn't wanna listen to me.'

Steve sighs; he still can't manage to forget that look in Eddie's eyes when Dustin delivered the big news. 'I wish I would've talked about what I felt for him earlier. I should've been honest when I had the chance, y'know. But I was afraid he wouldn't wanna label what we had, that he wouldn't feel the same way – and now we're in this whole mess. God, he must hate me right now, Nance.'

To his surprise, Nancy gives him an unexpected slap against his arm.

'Ouch, what the hell was that for?!'

'What are you even doing here with me, Steve? You should've gone after him, tell him how you feel!'

'I tried, obviously, but he didn't wanna listen to me!'

'So make him listen! You're in love with him, he obviously feels the same way about you, and you let him leave to wallow in a broken heart he doesn't even need to have!' She rolls her eyes and slides off the car, adding something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like an exasperated 'Boys!' before she pulls Steve off the car as well. 'C'mon, time to get your ass over to the trailer park. Right. Now,' she says through gritted teeth. And, well, Steve knows better than to argue with a determined - and truthfully quite terrifying - Nancy Wheeler.

Read the last part here Taglist: @withacapitalp @ultimatedreamer104 @irregular-child @jcmadgirl @estrellami-1 @myguiltyartpleasure @hallucinatedjosten @jaybren @thew1ldblueyonder @melodymeddler @alycatavatar @zoeweee @lolawonsstuff @fairy-princette @saramelaniemoon @phirex22 @krazyperson @xxsky-shockxx (I only put people on this list who explicitly asked to be tagged. That's really no problem, I love to do that so dw about asking, but I got a lot of relatively vague reactions to the previous post that i'm not gonna dissect and interpret, bc I don't wanna clog anyone's notes unwanted. So just to be clear: i consider it a huge compliment if anyone asks for a tag but please do it clearly if you do!)

#look i can and i will exploit the miscommunication trope until yall are sick and tired of it #bc steddie is actually the perfect couple for keeping that trope believable #they're idiots with terrible communication skills it's canon #they WOULD #“can't you just talk to him?” “wait what i can????” IT'S SO THEM OKAY #nancy is the only sane person here i don't make the rules #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #platonic stancy #(i love platonic stancy they mean the world to me) #(i truly didn't mean to trick anyone into reading about them this just kinda. happened. idk) #this is making me wanna write more about their friendship actually they deserve their own fic #stranger things #fruity ficlet

[unspecifiedfigure]

i’m such a fool for you 🌇💫

#erm yes i had to come up with a caption at work and yes this song was playing #literally every song that plays reminds me of them #i’m so sick #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #my art #sometimes good morning is 4pm at work #and by good morning i mean time to post

[acasualcrossfade]

Fever Care

Rating: T | Words: 829 | CW: none | Ao3

Written for Whumpril: day 2– Sweat

Eddie takes care of a feverish Steve.

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Eddie rushed as he filled a glass of water and wet a cloth, hating to spend even a few seconds away from Steve and his fever. Eddie squeezed the cloth to damp, not bothering to dry his hands before heading back to their bedroom. Steve still lay curled on his side, his sweaty hair dampening the pillowcase a darker blue. 

At the sound of Eddie returning, Steve pried open one tired eye. 

“Hey, got you some water,” Eddie started as he sat on the edge of the bed. He’d changed out of his jeans and shirt for work and into sweatpants and one of Steve’s old tees. Eddie kept his hair tied back in a loose bun, wanting nothing to come between him and taking care of his sick boyfriend. 

Steve groaned as he pushed himself to his elbow. He’d stripped off his shirt sometime in the night, and still felt too warm as the covers fell away. His arm shook with the effort to sit, and was thankful when Eddie guided him the rest of the way to upright. Steve whined at the movement and effort, and only wanted to sleep.

Eddie pressed a kiss into Steve’s damp hair. “I know you’re tired, babe,” Eddie soothed as he watched the numbers climb on the thermometer. “We’ll get you some painkillers and then you can sleep, okay?”

Eddie ran a hand over Steve’s temple and down to his neck. Eddie reached for the glass of water on the bedside table. “Here, sip this. Slowly, okay? And then, take these.”  

Steve took the pills from Eddie and swallowed them with a wince, and managed half the glass of water before pulling away. He felt awful, and even the effort to drink felt like too much.  

“I’m not liking the look of this fever, Steve,” Eddie mumbled, biting his lip in worry. He pressed the back of his hand against Steve’s forehead, then reached for the thermometer. “Here, open up.”

“You jus’took it,” Steve mumbled around the thermometer under his tongue.

“I know,” Eddie worried. “But you look worse than you did an hour ago.” 

“Gee tanks,” Steve grumbled with the thermometer under his tongue. Steve let his head fall into Eddie’s chest as Eddie cuddled him closer.

“Well, the meds should kick in and help.” 

Steve pouted around the thermometer but nodded as the device beeped.

“100.5. You don’t do anything halfway, do ya, Harrington?”

“Mm-mm. N’m’glad you’re here,” Steve mumbled into Eddie’s shirt, shifting so his arms wrapped around Eddie’s waist as he leaned into his chest. The aching in his bones was heavy and it felt as if he was trapped in molasses. Steve was heavy on Eddie’s chest, the fever sapping his energy. 

“Course I’m here.”

“Didn’t wan’to keep you home.”

Eddie looked down at Steve on his chest.  “You didn’t want to keep me home?”

“Kieth’s a menace. N’you just started there.” Steve’s voice was a hoarse mumble.

Eddie stroked Steve’s shoulder. “Doesn’t mean you should be alone, though. Especially when you’re not feeling well.”

Steve whimpered and hugged Eddie closer. 

“Besides,” Eddie continued. “I can handle Kieth. Remember how he tried to tell me rings weren’t company policy?”

Steve let out a weak laugh. “Failed at that.”

“Exactly. And now I wear extra just to piss him off.” Eddie pressed another kiss to Steve’s head. “When did you start feeling like this?”

Steve shifted against Eddie’s chest. “Yesterday. Felt kinda…weird. N’hot.” Steve managed a weak shrug. “N’it’s summer.”

Eddie nodded. “And nothing else feels weird? Your stomach or anything?”

Steve shook his head and pulled out of Eddie’s arms. “Jus’ feels like I swallowed knives.” He fell back to the bed and turned to his side, trying to find a comfortable position. His limbs were heavy and even laying down, his head still pounded in his ears.

Eddie placed a loving hand on Steve’s bare shoulder and reached for the cool rag. “This fever has you burning up.”

Steve could only groan in response as he pushed off the rest of the blankets around his legs.

Eddie ran the rag over his temples and neck. The cool touch felt like a miracle and Steve let his eyes slip closed as his body cooled slightly.

Eddie continued his ministrations until Steve curled on his side and Eddie stroked the cloth over his cheeks.

Steve mumbled a word as he let sleep start to pull at his mind. “Stay?”

Eddie gave Steve’s shoulder a squeeze and he carefully climbed on the bed so he lay next to Steve. 

It took Steve a minute to turn over and into Eddie, snuggling up against the man’s side with his head back on Eddie’s chest. Steve hummed contentedly against Eddie, letting the rhythm of Edde’s breath be a lullaby. 

Eddie stayed with Steve until he fell asleep, occasionally carding his fingers through Steve’s sweaty brown hair. 

And Steve slept, knowing that Eddie was right there if he needed anything. 

#whumpril #whumpril day 2 #whumpril2024 #sweat #steddie #steddie fic #steddie whump #sick eddie munson #caretaker steve harrington #caretaking #fever fic #whump writing #acasualcrossfade writes #thunderously_halo writes

[eddiephobic]

still thinking about vampire eddie whump,

him having back pains from his wings sometimes, him getting dizzy from transforming from bat to human, fang aches like toothache for vampires, puking from accident eating garlic, constantly getting nipped by the sunlight holding an umbrella. Dustin thinks it’s so cool Eddie’s a vampire now but Eddie has to deal with constantly chronic vampire illness :,))))

#eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #strangers things #joseph quinn #dustin henderson #eddie and dustin #eddie the banished #vampire eddie munson #kas eddie munson #eddie munson vampire #imagine vampire eddie going through it. #chronic pain #eddie munson whump #sick eddie munson #very sick eddie munson #why do i love torturing my favorite characters so much #he’s a sick vampire boy :)

[shesinchargeareyoukidding]

how do u think wayne handled Eddie getting fevers? or his FIRST fever ever being with Wayne

Eddie's first fever ever being with Wayne was handled with PANIC (but like internal Wayne-panic )

Like, this was Wayne on the outside

And this was Wayne on the inside

I think it stresses Wayne out when Eddie gets sick because when Eddie gets sick he gets reeeeally sick and Wayne feels completely inadequate as a caretaker ( he feels all gruff and clumsy) even though he's soooo good with Eddie. Anyway, this ask inspired me and I might have written half a oneshot about Eddie's first fever. If I finish it I'll attach it to this post.

#sick eddie munson #wayne munson #we stan wayne munson in this household #eddie munson whump #eddie munson fanfiction #sickfic

[thefreakandthehair]

Eddie and Steve in their 30s, bundled up on the couch in a nest of combined blankets and pillows. Dick Clark’s Rockin’ New Years Eve drones on in the background and Steve’s laying lengthwise across the couch with his head in Eddie’s lap, snoozing away as Eddie absentmindedly scratches his scalp and plays with his hair.

The years of going out and hosting parties are contentedly behind them, replaced instead with a quiet domesticity Eddie quite frankly can’t believe he prefers these days. But he does. Paul Anka’s singing a rendition of John Lennon’s Imagine, the Christmas tree is still up and fully lit in the corner of the room, and Steve is breathing slow, even breaths. It’s more than he’d ever dared to hope for.

10… 9… 8

“Steve?” He whispers, leaning down.

7… 6… 5…

“Mm? Is it the New Year?”

4… 3… 2…

“Just in time, Sweetheart.”

1!

Eddie smiles against Steve’s lips and kisses him, just like he had that first New Years Eve all those years ago. He kisses Steve well into the new year, and doesn’t plan to ever stop.

#steddie #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #still sick but had to do SOMETHING for these two 💕 #here’s to another year of steddie and fandom and writing and friendship!! #myblurbs

[imfinereallyy]

Spooky Spouse🕸️𓆩♡𓆪🕸️

happy spooky season :) this is for my mutuals @cranberrymoons @penny00dreadful @theheadlessphilosopher @vthx who when I asked about when we think steddie bday's was, it derailed into well...this. And it was too hard to resist.

v brief mention of nsfw

"You want to what?"

Eddie stares at Steve excitedly, practically vibrating in his spot across from Steve in the kitchen.

"We should get married on Halloween!" Eddie shouts.

Steve lets his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose as he looks at his very manic, albeit very cute, fiance. "Babe, I love you, and for that, I am going to hear you out—"

"Love you too." Eddie interrupts softly.

Steve's mouth curves at the edges; he's sure he has what Robin has claimed as his 'lovesick' smile on his face. "—but why would you want to get married on your birthday?"

Suddenly, Eddie's excitement switches into an embarrassed blush. Hiding behind a finger spun around a soft curl, he mumbles, "...about that..."

Steve sighs and leans back in his chair. He feels the familiar ache in the bottom of his back, scarred road rash that never quite healed right in 86'. If he sits too long in one spot, Steve finds himself fidgety and unsettled.

He wonders briefly if he can convince Eddie to give him a massage later.

Eddie's embarrassment shifts for a moment to concern, eyes wondering where Steve's back meets the base of the old wooden chair they found on 74th Street two years ago. Steve knows Eddie had liked the way the chair creaked like Steve's knee, and that was reason enough to bring it home. Now, though, with the way Eddie holds his breath to see if the familiar creak of the chair will mix with the sounds of Steve's young bones aging, Steve knows he won't have to do any convincing at all.

"I'm okay, Eds. You were saying."

Eddie's face blooms red again. "Okay, only if you promise not to be mad."

"That is never a good sign."

Eddie bites his lip, "What if I told you that my birthday isn't really on Halloween?"

Steve stares blankly, "I know I've had a few knocks on the head, Eds, but I'm pretty sure you can change your name, not your birthday. Having a wedding doesn't mean you get to move your birthday."

"Well!" Eddie jumps, this time with more anxious energy, "You see, that's what I mean; we wouldn't have to move my birthday if we got married on Halloween."

"Okay, you lost me. Am I concussed again? Did we go too hard last night? I know you said you were 'gonna fuck me so good I would forget my name,' but I'm pretty sure this isn't what you meant."

Eddie takes a deep breath before getting on his knees in front of Steve, taking his hand into his own. "Stevie, I mean that I lied. My birthday isn't Halloween. It's actually in February."

"What."

"You said you wouldn't be mad!"

Steve snorts but gives Eddie's hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'm pretty sure I actually said that 'wasn't a good sign'. I never agreed not to be mad."

"We both know it means the same thing to you." Eddie huffs.

Steve's lovesick smile is back again, despite knowing he should be mad. "You're telling me you've convinced everyone your birthday is on Halloween?"

"...well, everyone but Wayne." Eddie's smile turns sheepish.

"Jesus Christ Eds."

Eddie jumps up from his knees back to his feet. Steve can hear Eddie's ankle crack at the sudden change. He keeps a hold on Steve's hand. "Listen, I had good reason. I love Halloween; I should be a Halloween baby. My death was almost by bats; I mean, by that logic, it's almost full circle."

"I feel like you're D&D'ing me into logic that doesn't make sense. Eddie, are you trying to make it worse?"

Eddie throws his head back and groans, "No. I'm just—I love Halloween. It feels wrong not to have something important on that day."

"So you decided to change your birthday? Ed's that's not legal."

Eddie's excitement comes back tenfold, giving Steve whiplash. "Well, neither is our wedding! So it's perfect! Honestly, very metal of us to be fighting the law on such an amazing day." Eddie's arms flap around in excitement, making their conjoined hands move messily throughout the air.

Steve wants to be mad; he really does. But he can't help it; he just loves this idiot too much. "Fine, we can get married on Halloween."

"Really?!"

Steve stands, bringing his lips to Eddie's hand, then gently to his lips. He murmurs against his mouth, "On two conditions."

Eddie nips Steve's lip, "Anything, baby."

"One." Steve starts, sliding his tongue into Eddie's mouth, just to be a brat, before pulling back. Eddie groans but doesn't protest. He knows that this is the rare occasion it's his turn to be punished. "You have to tell everyone the truth about your birthday."

"Yep, fine. You got it." Eddie grabs Steve by the back of his neck and pulls him back. Consuming him greedily, Steve gives in to the distraction for a moment. Loving the feeling of Eddie's heat pressed against his own.

Steve pulls back reluctantly, a trail of spit connecting the two of them. Eddie whines and paws at Steve's hips, trying to draw him back. "Two, you have to tell me when your actual birthday is."

The heat clears from Eddie's eyes and the sheepish look returns. "Uh..."

Steve starts to remove himself from Eddie, but Eddie scrambles to bring him back against his chest. "Fine. Fine, I'll tell you."

Steve leans his forehead against Eddie's, patiently waiting for him to spill.

"It's February 14th."

Steve's eyes go wide, "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ."

**

this spiraled form all of us being convinced eddie would lie and say his bday is on Halloween. to my mutals, sorry I didn't tag you all it got to long, but this was for you guys ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

#steddie #they are so sick in love #eddie just wants to be the halloween king #rip eddie you would have loved nightmare before christmas #stranger things #my writing #steve harrington #halloween #halloween steddie #ficlet #eddie munson

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, in the middle of a live-stream: That’s it. It’s freezing. I’m turning the heat up

Steve: No. if you’re cold, go stand in the corner. It’s ninety degrees over there

Eddie:

Steve:

Steve: 😄

Eddie: Stevie…it’s never hard to love you but sometimes it feels like you’re testing me.

#Steve: You love me? #Eddie: Always. through sickness health and terrible jokes #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[theshippirate22]

listen st4 ROBBED us of so so so much, but really I think the the biggest travesty is the fact that we never got platonic Harringham. Like, of course, platonic Stobin is so perfect in every way- i worship it really- and i don’t mean to minimize that AT ALL but like.

Steve and Chrissy absolutely LOSING THEIR SHIT at a football game.

Steve and Chrissy having a crush on the same baseball player and arguing over which pants his ass looks better in.

Steve and Chrissy giving each other the same ??? look when Robin or Eddie say something nerdy.

Steve and Chrissy going to the gym together and losing track of whose basketball shorts are whose.

Steve and Chrissy bonding over the fact that their mothers hate them.

Steve teaching Chrissy to cook and slowly helping her get over her eating disorder.

Steve and Chrissy sharing tips for sore muscles and collapsing on the couch together with bags of frozen peas and corn after going a little too hard.

Steve and Chrissy going for runs at dawn together and getting back long before Robin or Eddie would ever dream of being awake.

Steve and Chrissy throwing the biggest super bowl party ever and screaming and grabbing each other’s arms every time there’s a touchdown.

Steve, who’s been having migraines since his first concussion, helping Chrissy out, who’s started getting headaches since Vecna fucked with her head.

Chrissy offering to drive Lucas to and from basketball because she’s going to the school for cheer anyway, and it’s one less thing he has to worry about.

Steve and Chrissy sitting in on a DnD game, getting bored a few hours in and going out to the driveway to play Horse (Chrissy has never won- she wants the challenge so she never lets Steve go easy on her and he respects her enough not to)

Steve and Chrissy side-eyeing each other when someone has the AUDACITY to say they like the Colts, knowing full well that they’re going to have to dish on the person the second they get in the car (They know the Colts are Indiana’s team. The Steelers are just… better.)

Steve protecting Chrissy from creepy ex-boyfriends who just want to take advantage of her, and Chrissy protecting Steve from creepy ex-girlfriends who just want to take advantage of him.

Chrissy convincing Steve to get back into swim, and him agreeing as long as she gets back into dance.

Chrissy wearing her whole cheer uniform to his meets and sitting on the edge of the bleachers every time he’s in the pool, palms sweating as he flies through the water- Robin and Eddie went to go get McDonald’s an hour ago- eyes darting from his silhouette to the clock and back again, muttering under her breathe, “Come on, Steve, come on!”

Chrissy screaming when he wins, running to the edge of the pool to grab him, even though he’s soaking wet and she spent so long on her hair and “Holy shit, you did amazing!”

Steve making his own sort of cheer uniform to wear to her competitions, always driving her to them so he can hype her up in the car on the way. Calling “You’re a god, you can crush ‘em with your thighs!” as they split up so she can go to the dressing rooms backstage.

Steve leaping to his feet in the audience to clap the second she’s finished, whether it’s a team dance or a solo, or a duo-She’s the only one worth watching- whistling and cheering for her so loud, it would be a phenomenon if she didn’t hear him.

idk

just let Steve have another bisexual jock bestie who won’t make fun of his interests. Who knows how much he wants this, who knows how hard it is.

idk.

#can you tell i’m sick of steve getting bullied #like oh my god leave him alone #let him watch the game of fetch for gods sakes it’s the least you can do #reblog with your own headcanons please i want to see what i missed #steve harrington #steve harrington headcanon #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #stranger things #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #chrissy deserved better #buckingham #robin x chrissy #platonic stobin #platonic hellcheer #platonic harringham