#HMP

[strawberryspence]

I love the headcanon that Steve takes care of everybody and when he gets home, Eddie takes care of him. But I love it more when Steve doesn’t really know?

Like yeah, sometimes before he goes to work Eddie makes him sandwiches for lunch but that’s only because he was already making one.

Yeah, ever since Eddie and Steve started living together, it seems like Steve’s shampoos are bottomless. Steve found out that Eddie buys the shampoo so he never runs out, but that’s only because Eddie likes it for his long hair.

Yeah, Steve knows Eddie hates doing the laundry. But sometimes when he comes home, his work clothes have been folded and have been cleaned already. But that’s only because Eddie’s already doing a load.

It doesn’t really click with Steve, that this one person who loves him, is taking care of him. Maybe it’s the lack of caring from his parents, or maybe it’s because he grew up alone. But it’s not clicking to him.

It clicks for him one afternoon.

The sun is beaming high in the sun, but there’s a lovely breeze sweeping that keeps them cool. Lucas and Mike are screaming at each other as they pass the ball at each other. It’s not the best team up, but it’s not really a great practice if it’s just Steve and Lucas. So they’ve somehow convinced Dustin and Mike to come, in exchange of Steve finally trying to learn D&D.

Steve’s wiping his sweat with his shirt as he watches Dustin explain the science behind basketball. Something about velocity and gravity and mathematics. Steve’s trying his best to ignore it.

“Steve!” He hears Eddie call from the sides. He’s been sitting there the whole time, watching and laughing.

Steve jogs closer to his boyfriend, who immediately hands him a hand towel.

Steve blinks at the towel, “What’s this for?”

“For your sweat, sweetheart.”

“Oh.”

Steve reluctantly wipes his sweat with it. Maybe Eddie packed a towel for himself and decided to give it him instead. He knows Eddie also hates sweating under the sun.

“Water?” Eddie looks up at him with a smile, a bottle of water in hand.

Steve squints at him, worry clear on his face, "What about you? It’s pretty hot, baby.”

Eddie smiles at him, “I bought one for myself. I bought that one for you.”

Huh. That's... great.

“Thank you for bringing me water. I forgot to pack myself one.”

Eddie smirks at him, but there’s something endearing twinkling in his eyes, “I know. You always do. You always pack for the kids and me and Robin and then forget about yourself.”

The sentiment could melt him, there and then. But instead, Steve looks around, checking his surroundings before he kisses Eddie’s cheek in gratitude. Steve turns so he can go back to the boys who’s still fighting over the science behind basketball when he hears Eddie running after him.

“Stevie! Wait!”

He turns, watching as Eddie runs up to him, “Yeah?”

Steve’s eyes widen in surprise when Eddie suddenly kneels in front of him. There’s a drumming in his heart that makes him feel like he’s having an actual heart attack. He knows— He knows that Eddie’s not proposing to him on a random Saturday morning, in a random basketball court in the middle of Hawkins. There’s also the fact that they can’t actually marry each other. But with Eddie kneeling in front of him, Steve feels an intense longing for a ring on his finger.

Steve blinks back into reality when he feels Eddie’s hands against his feet. Eddie is— Eddie is tying his shoes for him???

When he finally comes up again, Eddie is smiling at him, big and gummy and brighter than the whole sun, “Your shoe laces are untied. I think I forgot to re-tie them this morning before we went out.”

“You’ve been tying my shoes? Every morning?” Steve whispers, disbelief laces unto every word.

Eddie nods at him, there's an expression of pride on his face, “Every morning since we started living together.”

And here’s the thing, Steve thought he was doing a good job hiding it. He does know how to tie his shoe laces, but he does it super slow and has to redo it multiple times. It’s one of the things that makes him feel— dumb. Like he's an actual idiot. How could Steve fight monsters and he can’t fucking put the bunny’s ear into the other fucking loop? He doesn't know who to be mad at, no one really taught him how to do it. He learned it from a book in the library with no visuals.

“I— I— I don’t know what to say.” Steve stutters, “How do you even know that? I’ve never told anyone.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I won’t tell anyone.” Eddie shrugs, smiling at him, “I saw you one morning struggling to do it. I think I heard you singing that bunny song and I thought I’d make your life a little easier by tying it, so you can just slip into it, ya know?”

“Oh.” Steve blinks back at him, the tears starting to pool on his eyes, “Thank you.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me for taking care of you. It’s my favorite thing to do in this whole world.” Eddie stares at him, brushing a few wisps of hair out of his face.

With the way Eddie is staring at him, he already knows that Eddie knows what he’s thinking about, what the tears in his eyes signify.

“Go play with the boys. They’re suspiciously quiet.” Eddie snickers, “We’ll talk when we get home, hmm?”

Steve searches in his eyes, there’s a morbid part of him that thinks Eddie is realizing that he doesn’t want to be with Steve anymore. Maybe he's realizing how much of a burden Steve truly is. But there’s nothing in Eddie’s eyes that says that. There’s only love and warmth and tenderness all mashed together in two sparkling brown eyes.

“Okay.” Steve answers quietly.

“Okay.” Eddie pats his cheeks before walking back to the place where he’s sitting.

And Steve walks back to the kids and they start playing again. When he looks at Eddie, Eddie’s always tracking him with his eyes, smiling and waving at him as soon as their eyes meet.

They’ll talk later. They’ll talk about how Steve doesn’t know what it feels like to be cared for, and how his parents ruined him. They'll talk about how Steve is cared for now, that their own little found family cares for him so much. They'll talk about healing and changing.

But for now, the fact that Eddie— a person that truly loves him— takes care of him without wanting anything in exchange, is more than good enough.

#see #i can write fluff #this is fluff to me #HMP #steddie #steddie fics #steddie headcanons #steddie hc #steddie ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson fluff #steve harrington x eddie munson #dae writes #daeheadcanons

[englishinmatehmp]

Jason hmp shirt north rugged bad lad crim cute fit rugged

#hmp

[walangmaisippnaurl]

nung thursday pa ako ngumangawa na miss ko na si weyn kasi sunday pa kami last na nagkita tapos sobrang pagod pa sa work. ako physically pagod, sya mentally. lala ng torture nung boss nya this week. tapos di pa sya fully recovered sa sakit nya.

kagabi dapat dito sya sleep sakin kaso biglang inuubo ubo nanaman kaya umuwi nalang. so kaninang umaga nag iinarte ako na miss ko na talaga sya.

so ang ending, pupunta sya dito ngayon sakin!!!!!😋🥳

#skl #hmp #bye #hahahahahahhaha

[ittybittybumblebee]

Go watch hugos mind palace pilot on youtube its really fun

#hugos mind palace #hmp #my art #ittybittydraws

[catworkwear]

My collection of rarer HMP Escape Risk suit pictures. AKA e-man suit, cat "A" suit, restricted status suit.

I hope to own one someday.

#hmp #inmate #prisoner #escape risk #e-man

[tallyopera]

I hate sex, *BOOOO* I hate drugs, *BOOOOOOOOO* and I hate rock and roll… aaaaaand I hate music ANNNNND MY LACK OF SELF CONTROL

BOOOOOOO

#will wood #will wood and the tapeworms #sex drugs and rock n roll #I don’t even know what this is I just found the mature rage #mature Tage reall????? #mature tat #mature tag #Hmp

[shunyown]

Ang taba ng pisnge mo parang ang sarap i-kiss.

#hmp

[hanawsstuff]

I wanted to draw fairy garmadon if I got 100 followers on Twitter but istg my twt acc is so ded like what I barely get any interactions there lol I have been stuck in the 90ish follwss since forever

#hmp #pew pew

[uwmspeccoll]

It’s Fine Press Friday! 

First published in 1922, My Sister-Life  by Boris Pasternak is here translated by Mark Rudman, Illustrated by Yuri Kuper and published by the Limited Editions Club, New York, 1991. 

Russian poet, Boris Pasternak wrote My Sister-Life in 1917 in the summer after the October Revolution. Pasternak's poems were received with enthusiasm by young intellectuals as “spontaneous outbursts of a genius.”  However, Pasternak did not receive worldwide acclaim until after 1958, when his only novel, Doctor Zhivago, was first published in Europe. Pasternak was nominated for a Nobel Prize in literature, but because of an anti-Pasternak campaign by Soviet Russia, and the banning of his book in Russia for being anti-Soviet, acceptance would have appeared traitorous, so he declined the award.

Subsequently, most of his work was translated and widely read in the western world. My Sister-Life is considered to be one of the world’s great love poems.

Russian born British painter, Yuri Kuper’s etchings accompany Pasternak’s poems. The etchings are printed in a grey or graphite ink, which complements the handmade papers. The objects in the etchings seem to form order within a field of texture and tone. Similarly the text takes shape over a soup of letters in the papers. 

The papers used for the text and cover were made by H.M.P Mill in Woodstock Connecticut, to resemble the stock produced in 1920’s Russia. The Cyrillic letters used for inclusions in the paper are from various recycled texts. The text was set in eighteen-point English Monotype Scotch Roman by Dan Carr and Julia Ferrari at Golgonooza Letter Foundry and printed at Wild Carrot Letterpress in Hadley, Massachusetts, in an edition of 250 copies signed by the artist. London graphic designer Michael Anikst designed the edition. Aldo Crommelynck printed the etchings in Paris, on Hahnemuhle paper. 

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-- Teddy, Special Collections Graduate Intern

#fine press friday #Fine Press Fridays #limited editions club #LEC #boris pasternak #russian poetry #Teddy #Handmade paper #Etchings #Fine press #Fine press books #HMP #HMP Paper Mill #Golgonooza letter foundry #Julia Ferrari #Dan Carr #wild carrot letterpress #poetry #English Monotype Scotch Roman #typefaces #Michael Anikst #Aldo Crommelynck

[englishinmatehmp]

Hmp grey

#Youtube #hmp #grey

[walangmaisippnaurl]

ayaw ko talaga sa lahat yung nafifeel kong threatened ako to something/someone. kaya pag yung guy sinasabi or pinapa feel sakin na ang dami daw nagkakagusto sakanya or madami papansin, ay talaga naman biglang lagapak sa floor yung pagka gusto ko. As in off na off akoooo. Skl. Yoko ng ganon. Kaya di ko din bet talaga yung mga masyadong conventionally attractive na mga lalaki e

#skl #hmp

[londonedge]

Her Majesty’s Prison London

Well not really. Just another wall in Shoreditch!

#prison #Her Majesty's Prison #HMP #urban #urban photography #graffiti #street art #documentary photography #wall #Shoreditch #London #England #uk

[angelbvn]

kazcore actually sounds cool wtf

#brainrot.txt #hmp

[ode2rin]

this damn app isn't letting me post what if this is my LAST straw

#hmp #mimi rambles ᐢᗜᐢ

[souledead]

Gusto ko rin ng intense na love. Di ako low maintenance pagdating don hhahaha anong lowkey lowkey. Gusto ko kahit saang aspect, flex hmp. Gusto ko laging gigil at honeymoon phase emz if possible....... Kasi kaya ko rin naman ibigay yun but why can't I have it all haha

:c

#i mean come on #Di naman need na all out or all the details alam ng lahat pero yun #Is it too much to askkk #Damot naman universe bait naman ako eh #Hmp

[shunyown]

Dapat talaga hiwalay social media ng mga may jowa.

#hmp