I firmly believe that punk!Steve and babygirl!Steve can and should coexist together.
Punk has never been about following rules and being what you're expected to be. And for that reason it houses a lot of queer folk.
As he gets more accustomed to the scene, he finds himself meeting more and more people with unusual gender presentations. Things he didn’t really think of as an option. He learns that not only is how he feels valid, but its okay to feel that way. It takes him some time, and support (Robin takes point on this one, she's had a biweekly appointment to fist fight gender out back of the McDonald's parking lot since 7th grade, she gets it) but he lets himself explore.
He finds out that maybe his father's riged definition of what "being a man" is was wrong. He thinks maybe he can make his own definition. He enjoys what hes doing, and he's not hurting anyone so really its no one's business and that's that.
He learns that he likes lace, but fishnets pull on his leg and chest hair so he tries shaving that. He likes the feeling of being soft and smooth but its a lot of work so he really only does it as a treat. He puts baby pink laces in his combat boots instead of his regular ones. He tries mascara and immediately adds it too his standard makeup kit (its just a little thing but he got tired of stealing everyone else's.) He tries baby pink lip gloss and adores it. He paints his nails whatever color he feels like and leaves them until they chip off. When he jeans tear in awkward places, he patches them with pink plaid patches.
Even his jacket evolves with him. He cuts the sleeves and stiches them back up with the black lace hes cannibalized from a cast off shirt he stained. The back, which is made of music lyrics and nicknames of his scrawled messily across it (King Steve is there but its been proudly graffied over by Baby-Sitter), gets a new nickname added. "Babygirl".
Eddie took to calling him that when Steve took the time to get prettied up to this new level. He almost walked into a stop sign the first time and Eddie apologized profusely. Steve had asked him to say it again, which he did. Steve liked it, no, he loved it. It spoke to some place he hadn't known existed inside of him and quickly became one of his favorite petnames to be called.
When Pretty in Pink comes out, Pretty in Punk joins the phrases scrawled on Steve's back.
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I am physically unable to wait till I finish this, so let me throw another WIP
Shoutout to @a-aristippus @madnessandlovesstuff @tales-of-ryloth @snowleopard-from-venus and many others who added tags and words in their reblogs for me to smile at ♥
(pspspspspps I am also absolutely looking to join an Obikin/StarWars discord, fuck knows I need friends to deal with these star-crossed tragic soulmates)
Awkward Motion by Hellhills.mp3
(read as a person talking to themselves)
So tell me why I feel this way
Someday it has to go away
We didn't really like this place
We made a promise we would stay
Been so unbothered by this hate
Now you found comfort in my pain
And you keep staring at your grave
And you keep wishing that was me
Don't give me options, you got none yourself
Don't make me worthless, you got no one else
Don't let go, it's not your fault
You're all alone and no one's gonna change that
Don't let go, it's not my fault
I'm on my own, I would do anything to change that
I forgot your face, yet I still remember to scream your name
It all got erased, nothing but a waste of time, a waste of space
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you’re saying i’m fragile, i try not to be | G | wc: 720~
@subeddieweek prompt 6: non-sexual intimacy !
idk if this counts but i have steve looking after eddie <3
eddie felt a firm warm pressure stroking idly on the top of his head. it was a hand, a big hand that would card its fingers through eddie’s knotted strands of hair the further down his body it stroked.
eddie hummed happily. he’d always wanted to wake up like this, with someone looking after him. someone watching over him, making sure he was safe.
safe.
he nuzzled his nose further into the firm warmness. the soft worn cotton of a t-shirt met his nose and brushed the whiskers on his upper lip and the sides of his face. he breathed in the warmth, the smell of the t-shirt’s laundry detergent and a faint whiff of the night’s sweat.
as he came further into consciousness, he began to note the weight of two arms slung around his torso, the hand that wasn’t scratching his head was drawing shapes into his back.
it reminded him of when he was a kid. it reminded him of when he’d crawl into bed with wayne at night when he couldn’t sleep, which ended up being most nights, insomnia and various sleep problems hitting him at an early age. wayne would turn the tv on low, press a kiss to eddie’s forehead and settle down into the bed. then, he’d hum softly as he soothed circles into eddie’s back, until eddie wriggled, making it known that he was still awake and wayne would change tact.
“i draw a snake upon your back and which finger did i do it with.” wayne sang softly, tapping his finger on eddie’s back a few times so that he could guess.
nails scratched softly up and down eddie’s back as the hand stopped drawing its patterns. eddie found himself floating as he lost himself to the sensation, until a nail caught on a pimple on his shoulder and he hissed.
“sorry, baby.” steve hummed softly, craning his neck forward to kiss eddie’s head. “good morning.”
eddie smiled, finding he couldn’t speak in that moment, and puckered his lips to press a kiss against steve’s collarbone instead.
“you feeling okay, sunshine?” steve’s arms grew tighter around him, squeezing him tightly. and, oh, eddie loved him. “still feeling spacey?” he continued, pressing another kiss into his head.
eddie wiggled his toes over the soft of the blanket before he pressed them into steve’s calves, smoothing them up and down his leg hair. after a moment he nodded and peered up at steve to smile.
“yes to both?”
eddie nodded again and yawned, moving his face away from steve’s too late. steve chuckled, scrunching up his nose upon smelling eddie’s morning breath.
he could hear thumping in the kitchen; the coffee maker beginning to whir, whilst pots and pans clattered gently against each other.
“shit.” he heard wayne curse softly. and then, a crack, most likely an egg breaking as it hit the floor.
“i think wayne’s making breakfast,” steve started stroking eddie’s head again, carding his free hand through the bottoms of his curls and untangling them. “i might go and save him before he sets the trailer on fire.”
eddie loved that about steve. steve and wayne, really. how they’d only been together officially for a few months, but how steve and wayne had got on like a house if fire from the first day they’d met in the hospital. how he’d stumble into the living room, hungover, mouth tasting like last night’s joint, to hear wayne and steve whisper-yelling over the game on TV, steaming mugs of coffee clenched in their hands. how wayne had sat him and steve down and explained that he loved them both, dearly, but if he had to hear them one more time when he came in from work they’d have to come up with a sort of system, he could’ve done without knowing what eddie’s handcuffs were used for aside from being a belt.
“you want pancakes, sunshine?”
eddie hummed affirmatively, peppering kisses along steve’s neck.
“love you, i’ll bring them to you here. keep dozing.” steve smiled, drawing out of their embrace and pressing a final chaste kiss onto eddie’s lips before he crawled out of bed and stumbled out into the hallway.
eddie rolled over and hid his face in steve’s now empty pillow and breathed in the scent before feeling himself drift back off into a peaceful sleep.
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