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sukisthoughts · 1 year

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@scooprtroopr ur tags on this post inspired a lil something and well, here you go friend <3 / also omg this fits for @steddie-week’s prompt pining! tehe / you can also read it over on ao3 :)

Steve gets that this is how karma works.

You do something bad, you don’t have the best intentions, you trample on one or two people’s feelings selfishly, yadda yadda. Then what do you know? Next month, it’s happening to you. What goes around comes around, right?

That’s how karma works. Steve gets that.

And yet, the sting in the morning when another hookup has crept out in the night feels so goddamn unshakeable. It slices through his ego, hitting every feeling on the way, and cuts right down the bone, and it hurts.

But it’s karma though, Steve knows that. He’s left a girl more than once or twice, and snuck back out the window he had crept into. Stumbled back to his car in the early morning hours.

(Steve pointedly ignores the old part of him that was- is so hesitant to stay — after the iciness of his first ever hookup, who had wrinkled her nose at the thought of him staying the night.

Who had patted him on the cheek in a near condescending way, a girl the year above him, and said, “Don’t overstay your welcome, yeah?”)

So when the other side of the bed is empty when he wakes, he knows he’s lost another game of ‘who can sneak out on who?’

Which Steve hates — it’s why he stopped going over to his dates house and instead started bringing them back to his. Hoping they might read that his invitation to stay the night extended right out til breakfast. Hell, til lunch if they wanted.

No one has come close to overstaying their welcome in the Harrington house.

Empty sheets rip a new ache in Steve’s chest and he groans, a pitiful noise because— of course, he hasn’t stayed.

Karma has the biggest bone to pick with Steve Harrington and he was really hoping it would be done after all these years. Evidently not.

But… Steve can’t help how much more this one hurts because this one was Eddie.

Steve tries to not let regret coil in his gut. Rolling over he buries his face into his pillow, eyes scrunched shut as he tries to think it over logically. Rationally. Ignores the burning in his throat.

Maybe he’s a fool for thinking Eddie would be different from the past.

But the buildup — before there had been flirting, there had been friendship, proper company between the two of them where there were no expectations. That may very well be due to the fact both of them were dudes but… Steve was so sure. So much of him believed Eddie would still be here when he woke up.

Steve huffs a loud sigh into the pillow. Pretends his chest doesn’t hurt a little bit.

“It’s fine,” He murmurs to himself, voice thick with sleep. His fists clench into the sheets for a moment. “It’s fine.”

He drags himself up and out of bed. Tugs on some stray sweats hanging over the back of his desk chair and ducks into the bathroom. Staring in the mirror, hair tousled and eyes still sleepy, Steve eyes the shower through the reflection. He should, probably, but he might get stuck on a loop in there.

Where did he go wrong this time? Why didn’t he stay? Why didn’t any of them stay? Why did—

Steve splashes cold water on his face instead, rubbing probably a bit too forcefully at his eyes. He spies the faint pink shape of Eddie’s lips, a mark left on his neck. His fingers grace over it lightly, softly, like a lover would.

Memories hazed with lust remind him of how it had got there, Eddie’s body on his, Eddie’s hands in his hair, Eddie— without thinking, Steve scrubs at the skin harshly. He wishes it wasn’t there. Wishes there wasn’t any remnant of Eddie left behind.

Steve doesn’t need any mementos to remind him he’s been left behind again.

He needs food, needs to get on with his day, Steve decides. The bathroom door swings closed behind him and Steve tries his best to wrangle his thoughts as he wanders out to the top of the stairs.

A run. That’s what he needs to clear his head. A long run til his heart is pounding in his chest so hard it hurts, til his muscles start burning, breathes coming too fast and his head is finally fucking quiet. Yep, that’s precisely what he needs to shake the sting of last night.

Steve’s so enwrapped in his head, thoughts swirling, that he get manages to get halfway down the hall to the kitchen before he hears the radio. It’s not loud, just enough to carry out the kitchen. Strange. He doesn’t remember leaving it on last night.

His feet carry him into the kitchen, another yawn creeping up and he rubs at his eyes, blinking a bit blearily and— and stops in his tracks. There’s someone at the stove.

Eddie’s at the stove.

Standing in the morning sunlight, hair lighter than ever, puckered scars along his arms standing out. He’s clearly ransacked Steve’s drawers, a pair of Steve’s plaid pj pants hanging low on his hips, his own softened band tee from yesterday still on. It’s had its sleeves hacked off, the fabric curling up into little rolls. Steve feels his stomach rise halfway up his throat, his hopes going with it. His heart does a strange stumbling pitter-patter.

He must make a noise because suddenly Eddie’s peaking over his shoulder and smiling at him.

“Hey,” Eddie says, shifting a bit to turn more toward him. Steve can see that he’s cooking, something delicious wafting up from the sizzling pan. His chest tightens, pure surprise wrapping around his sternum and gripping - so much, he can’t control the expression on his face.

“Hi,” Steve breathes. He’s still frozen where he is. He stayed. Steve blinks, taking in the scene before him; Eddie has clearly been puttering around, putting together some sort of breakfast. He fucking stayed and he’s cooking.

Eddie takes it the wrong way. He skittishly looks over the benches, covered in his mess, and tugs on the ends of his hair nervously. “I- it’s a mess, I know, I’m real sorry. I was gonna clean it, I just thought you might like…”

He trails off, unable to get a read on Steve’s expression. Steve doesn’t blame him but he can’t fucking stop his chest from feeling like it’s being pulled open, his heart from feeling like it’s soaring. He huffs an awed laugh, a smile curling at his lips.

Eddie deflates a bit in his relief, giving his own smile. He turns back to the stove quickly, giving the skillet a bit of a shake to keep it from burning and Steve draws closer, feet finally moving. Eddie watches him from the corner of his eye, barely biting back his grin as Steve gets closer. He hovers, feels the heat of Eddie’s back they’re so close.

He tries to feel brave — he stayed — and keeps his closeness, peering over Eddie’s shoulder at the skillet on the stove. It’s the Munson Special that Eddie’s cooked a few times for him over at the trailer; eggs, potatoes, shit tons of cheese, maybe a vegetable if he’s feeling healthy.

“Was gonna bring it to you in bed, but,” Eddie laughs, still tinged in nervousness. He sets down the spatula to tuck his hair behind both ears, glancing sideways at Steve as if trying to understand his silence.

He stayed and he cooked and he’s nervous. Steve thinks he might be holding his breath in disbelief, head dizzy with relief. With affection.

Very slowly, Steve’s hands move and, like he’s waiting for Eddie to flinch away, settles then very gently onto Eddie’s waist. His fingers curl into the soft fabric and Eddie makes a little chirp of happiness and leans back.

Leans into Steve a bit, like he wants his touch the morning after everything and Steve releases a shuddering breath, hooking his chin over Eddie’s shoulder. His hands grow a little more bold, sliding around to hug him around the middle.

Eddie’s cheeks have turned pink and his grin hasn’t faltered.

“Made me—” Steve starts, but his voice is a bit raspy. He clears his throat, avoids Eddie’s burning stare. “Y’made me breakfast?”

Eddie nods, his curls brushing against Steve’s cheek as he does. His tummy is warm beneath Steve’s hand and his hair smells good and Steve just wants to burrow into him- he tucks himself closer and is rewarded with a content noise from Eddie.

“That’s not weird, is it?” Eddie asks suddenly, picking up the spatula again and beginning to fiddle needlessly with the food. He flips it once, then again, so it’s on the same side as it was before.

He sounds a bit sheepish when he says, “I’m not sure- I haven’t ever really— I’m actually just gonna shut the hell up before I say anything stupid.”

Steve laughs quietly. His hands tighten around Eddie’s middle, head tilting so he can bury his grin into his shoulder— his heart is going haywire, going a million miles an hour, because karma is finally through with Steve Harrington and he gets to have this.

“S’not weird,” Steve mumbles. He thinks about pressing a kiss into Eddie’s shoulder.

“Ha, you said snot,” Eddie retorts with a childish snort and Steve can’t help it, he laughs at that too, muffled laughter into his t-shirt. Then he presses a kiss to Eddie’s shoulder, quick as lightning. Rests his chin back on it like nothing happened.

Eddie still stiffens just a bit- turns his head just a bit to glance at Steve and fuck, Steve can’t help the way his stomach swoops.

Because Eddie softens him unbearably with those nervous brown eyes, his pink lips twisted as he tries to hold back his grin. Steve’s beginning to understand that both of them seem equally surprised that this is happening.

Eddie’s free hand moves, pausing only briefly in a moment's hesitance, before it covers one of Steve’s on his tummy. It’s cold, much colder than Steve’s, and he covers it with one of his own instinctively.

Eddie’s trembling fingers give him a little squeeze. Steve thinks he must be able to feel how hard his heart is beating from where his chest is pressed against his back. It’s a lot to deal with; this perfect morning in the sun, the soft sound of the radio, the sweet boy in his arms.

They’re both grinning to themselves. Eddie focuses back on the food before him, doing all his work with one hand, and starts a little hum.

The radio switches to a love song.

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sukisthoughts · 1 year

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Eddie’s quiet, which is so fucking weird it pricks Steve’s attention almost immediately.

He leaves it thirty seconds, just to make sure he’s right before he says anything.

Since thirty seconds is a really long fucking time with Eddie Munson, Steve figures he’s right.

Eddie’s never quiet, even if he’s not talking, he’s tapping. He’s fidgeting with something, spinning his rings, chewing noisily on a hang nail, tapping his foot...something.

Usually, he’s singing, ‘Dancing in the Dark’ is playing on the radio right now, and even though Eddie will deny it with his final breath, Steve knows for a fact that Eddie knows every word to this one.

No matter how many times he says it’s not ‘real’ music.

Whatever that means.

The song ends and ‘West End Girls’ starts up.

Nothing.

Just Eddie, working mechanically, squirting mustard, flipping the bread onto the side already done with ham, slicing, moving the sandwich, starting again.

“Alright, what’s wrong?”

“What?” Eddie grumbles.

“There’s something up with you, spill.”

Eddie snorts a sad sounding laugh, no humor to it, “nothing.”

“That’s absolute bull shit, come on, fess up,” Steve stops grating cheese and goes on to buttering slices of his own loaf. The kids are like locusts, and they’ve learnt over the months that it’s just easier to be prepared before they descend. Eddie’s got all the stuff set up for game night already.

“Steve, come on, there’s nothing-”

Steve points in Eddie’s face with a pickle juice covered fork, “friends don’t lie.”

“Holy fuck Harrington. Don’t pull that shit with me, come on.” Steve knows full well what a massive soft spot Eddie has for El, so he knows this is sure fire. After a second, Eddie sighs and sort of collapses onto one of the stools at the breakfast bar, “can’t you leave it? I don’t want to talk about it, you don’t want to hear about it-”

“I do. Of course I do.” Which is total truth, Steve is here for Eddie, no matter what he has going on. If he can help, he will, and seeing Eddie down like this isn’t fun.

Eddie runs his fingers through his fluffy bangs, dragging them back. He looks real tired, Steve doesn’t know how he hasn’t already noticed that yet today, “are you sick?” Steve puts the back of his hand against Eddie’s cheek and then up under his hair to feel his forehead, it’s as big as a warning sign as any when Eddie not only doesn’t pull away...but kind of, leans into the touch. Which is...odd. Normally Eddie would be flapping his hands at Steve to get him off.

Because that’s another thing about Eddie. He can touch you as much as he likes; as soon as you try and touch him back? He’s pulling Ninja moves to get away. Eddie will flop right onto Steve on the couch, will trail himself all over Steve’s back when he’s sitting somewhere. He will hug Steve from behind with no hesitation at all. He’ll tug Steve’s hair and run away giggling which...Steve has tried not to read too much into that one, considering. The point is, Eddie is free and easy with his affection.

The second Steve so much as lays a finger on Eddie’s shoulder? It’s like Steve’s hands are fire or something.

But the temperature feels fine so Steve takes his hand away again, “come on man, what’s up?” Steve leans against the counter top, facing Eddie to show he has his full attention.

“All right, you know what, fine, you asked for it,” Eddie takes a deep breath, spine straight, hands braces on his knees while he looks Steve square in the face, “I’m gay.”

Steve nods, waiting for Eddie to explain what’s up. After a minute, it gets awkward and nothing else seems forthcoming, “yeah. Sure. So what’s eating you?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, he’s hated the expression, ‘what’s eating you?’ since the bats, so Steve always goes out of his way to use it.

“That’s it, you’re not, like bothered? Or surprised?”

“Oh, nah, I’ve known for ages.”

Eddie’s mouth flaps like a fish, clearly shocked, which Steve is deeply satisfied by, “you’ve known for...you know? You knew? You already know? How do you know?” Eddie’s surprise is genuinely comical, and nice to see since it’s almost over done and that’s more like usual Eddie.

Steve sighs, “it really, really wasn’t hard to work out. You are not a subtle guy Eddie-”

“And what the hell does that mean?” Eddie snaps back, clearly affronted.

Steve stands straight, and without missing a beat lifts his shirt up to his armpits. Eddie’s eyes immediately, hungrily, rake over the newly exposed skin. Steve waves a hand in front of his own torso like a magician revealing the trick, and Eddie turns bright pink and starts sputtering, “that’s not- I mean- you can’t-” but he’s glaring at the floor, chargrinned and caught out, and he knows it.

Steve goes back to constructing sandwiches, making two grape jelly, cream cheese and turkey especially for Eddie since it’s his favorite, “yeah, so I knew. And then Rob explained the hanky code thing to me. So I know...well, sorry, but I sort of know your preferences too, I didn’t mean to know that part but.” Steve shrugs, doesn’t know what else he can do really. If Eddie’s going to walk around in public advertising that he likes to be tied up and fucked, well, it’s not Steve’s fault if he knows that. Since it’s right there, public knowledge, and everything.

All of that seems to be settling in with Eddie too, from the way he now won’t really look at Steve, so Steve moves him along a little bit, “sooooo, what’s the problem?”

Eddie sighs, scratching at his knees, “I don’t know how much you know about...stuff. And...you know. There are limits to what you, you know, probably want to hear about.”

“Eddie,” Steve stands firm, “I have held your guts in with my bare hands. I have seen you, literally, naked and crying in the bathroom that time. I have helped you with the stitches, with showering, I have cut your toe nails when you couldn’t bend and washed your hair for you and helped you with getting to the bathroom so you can shit-”

“I get it, I get it, fine, fine-”

“What I’m saying is, I don’t think those kind of boundaries exist any more. What I’m saying is, you can tell me anything, and it won’t bother me. Literally anything. But it will bother me if something's bothering you and I can’t help. So. Spill.”

“God, you’re such a Mom,” Eddie huffs and whines, looking away for a second. “Pretty sure you can’t help anyway,” he adds, mumbling.

Steve sighs.

“Okay. Okay. Fine. Look. Guys are. It’s just hookups okay. That’s my choice, hookups or nothing. Hawkins isn’t exactly...you know. And with the cult leader murder thing. So, not a choice, really. There’s no real option, for you know, an actual relationship. And. Anyway. I go. I hook up. I come back. That’s it. But that doesn’t give me a lot of time for...anything meaningful. And I like to be, you know, I have things I like. Specific things-”

“Tied up things-” Steve smirks.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Eddie waves his hand dismissively. “But...after that, especially if it’s...rough. You’re supposed to take care of each other a little bit and I didn’t get that and now I’m. Pretty sure I’m dropping.”

“Dropping?”

“Yeah it’s...like a bad come down after being high, I guess. Feel, jittery. Tired. Kind of, worried about...I dunno, something. Nothing. Feels bad, man.”

“Right, so what do we do?”

Eddie snorts, “there’s nothing you can do. It’s a,” Eddie mumbles the next part, “submissive thing.”

“Like a post sex kind of thing? Like you get roughed up and then you need to be...taken care of, after, to like, put it right again?” Steve frowns, thinking through what Eddie’s making a half assed job of articulating.

Eddie’s mouth flaps again, “I, yeah. Yeah, kind of, exactly kind of that, yeah. So that, you know, you know it wasn’t really real, I guess? I don’t know.”

“But whoever this asshole is, he didn’t do that for you?” Eddie nods. Steve checks the clock. They have well over an hour before the kids are due, “so what's this entail then?”

“Eh,” Eddie shrugs, “you know, clean up, maybe food and water. Reassurance,” Eddie hides behind his hair, hesitating before he adds, “snuggles.” Steve gives him what he hopes is an encouraging look, “…normally I can sort of just, I don’t know, push through it, hot shower and that, go for a nap. Didn’t work so good this time.”

“Right,” Steve puts the tray of now covered sandwiches in the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water, “here, drink this.”

Eddie takes the bottle reflexively, but rolls his eyes, “you can’t just fix this Steve-”

Steve adopts his pissed off Mom of several children tone, hands on his hips, “drink it.”

Interestingly enough, that works, Eddie’s jaw snaps shut and after a moment of looking absolutely shocked, he cracks the bottle and starts to chug it. Which is deeply satisfying considering Eddie Munson doesn’t seem to listen to anyone. Next Steve cuts up an apple and drizzles chocolate sauce over the slices, then peanut butters some crackers. He puts them next to Eddie’s elbow on the counter. Eddie’s eyes are wide and clearly very fucking interested, he sits there, poised, but he doesn’t move until Steve says, “eat,” which he immediately does with no argument at all this time.

What a thrill. Telling Eddie Munson to do something and him actually doing it. It’s wild. Not only that but actually waiting quietly to be told. It’s a minor miracle.

“Okay, come and wash your hands,” Steve says after, and Eddie does, again without any kind of argument at all, “go sit on the couch.”

Eddie does that too, and Steve follows him in. He parks himself next to Eddie. And Steve’s not, like, gay or anything, but he can do this. Those physical boundaries don’t exist any more between them, not with everything they’ve been through together, so if Eddie needs a snuggle, so be it.

He tugs Eddie into his side; Eddie goes, but is kind of stiff to start with. Steve perseveres, getting an arm loosely against Eddie’s shoulders and the gently playing with his hair. Pulling his fingers through the ends results in a little gentle tugging to work through some slight tangles, but that seems to do the trick, and Eddie absolutely melts against Steve, “there you go,” Steve whispers, “feel better, huh?”

Eddie hums, but otherwise doesn’t move. Steve can sit like this for an hour if it makes Eddie better, no problem at all.

Later, Steve listens from the kitchen as the game runs, Eddie’s definitely feeling better, he’s absolutely on top form out there. Steve smiles to himself, plating up Eddie’s sandwich separately, emptying out a bag of gold fish on the side and folding a paper towel and tucking that under the sandwich.

Eddie grins at Steve when he delivers it, and Steve has to resist the funny urge to kiss Eddie on top of his curls as he makes his way past.

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sukisthoughts · 1 year

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Wayne Munson can’t read beyond a very basic elementary level, enough to read warnings and food labels, road signs, small notes Eddie leaves for him, but that’s it

But he tells stories. Always has. That’s where Eddie got it from

So when Eddie is in the hospital, in a medically induced coma so he can heal properly without pain, Wayne struggles. He knows he can tell Eddie stories, but he wishes he could read to him, give him something familiar to grab onto

One day he walks in to see Steve reading The Hobbit to him, blushing when he’s caught like Wayne would give two shits about anything when it comes to someone supporting Eddie

It happens every day after that and Wayne listens. He hears the way Steve stumbles over words sometimes, how he pauses after a complicated paragraph as if he needs to read it silently again to understand what it said

And he realizes Steve isn’t a strong reader either, but he’s pushing himself for Eddie

He doesn’t say anything outright, but he starts sitting next to Steve when he reads instead of across the room, watches his fingers glide across the pages and associates words with what he says, starts to feel like maybe he wants to try reading to Eddie too

Steve doesn’t say anything outright either but he recognizes what Wayne’s doing, hopes he’s able to find the confidence to try because Eddie won’t care how fast or well he reads to him, he’ll just be happy that his uncle is trying

Steve intentionally leaves the book on the bed when he leaves to get food at the cafeteria and hopes Wayne tries

When he comes back he quietly peeks around the doorway and smiles to himself when he sees that Wayne is trying, he’s going slowly, sounding out words and names that are actually difficult for anyone not just people like them

Decides he doesn’t want to interrupt today, gives them privacy for this

Doesn’t say anything when the bookmark is only three pages ahead of where steve was the day before, just smiles and picks up where Wayne left off

When Eddie wakes up, Wayne is the one reading to him, Steve asleep in the corner

Wayne still prefers telling his own stories, may never be a great reader, but Eddie will never forget the way it felt to see Wayne so engrossed in his favorite book

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sukisthoughts · 1 year

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As much as I love Steve losing his ability to pull anyone that doesn’t mean he’s rusty with his skills. Imagine him talking to the boys and telling them what to do when it comes to girls, laying down all the basics he’s learned. The boys are skeptical and genuinely think that Steve have lost his touch in the romance department. To prove them wrong, he takes Eddie who’s minding his business and gently grabs his wrist to lead him towards him. Eddie is confused by how he even got dragged into this situation but before he could do anything Steve’s arms were already wrapped around his waist and he was pulling Eddie close. Steve leaning close to Eddie’s ear and whispering lowly “Follow my lead.”

Eddie listens despite him being confused and Steve ends up intertwining his hands with Eddie’s over his waist. Eddie starts blushing with such intensity that the kids start to die of laughter, even Steve chimes in. To make things worse when Steve pulls away to release Eddie from his embrace he points to Eddie’s face blushing face and says “and that’s the reaction you want fellas.” He jokes. So it’s safe to say that Steve never really lost his touch he just needed the right person to do it to.

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sukisthoughts · 1 year

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Synesthesia: when you hear a word or a name and see a colour.

Now, Eddie doesn't know what it's called. As far as he knows, everyone sees colours when they hear certain words. He's spent his whole life associating people with the colour he sees when he hears their name, and its got him curious to know what colour he is to his friends.

When he asks Steve one day, "What colour do you see when you hear my name?" He's given the most confused little pout and head tilt from his boyfriend.

"Colour? I don't know, I guess I associate you with red."

Associate is something entirely different. Does Steve not see colours?

Eddie sits up from the bed and stares down at Steve, his hair spilling around his shoulders as he leans down to try and see any trace of a lie on Steve's gorgeous face. He finds nothing but confusion and mild curiosity. "You don't see colours?"

Steve shakes his head and reaches up to trace his fingers along the side of Eddie's face, his fingers ghosting over Eddie's eyes. "Do you? What colour is my name?" He sounds so genuine, not a single ounce of mockery in his voice.

"Hmm, Steve." Eddie whispers and bends down to press a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead, his hair still messy from sleep. "Your name is a mix of colours. I mainly see yellow and orange, it almost looks like a sunset. Somedays, the yellow is more prominent and it feels like I'm staring at the sun when I hear your name." He chuckles and presses another kiss to Steve's smiling lips.

"What do you see when I say I love you?" The words are whispered against Eddie's lips as Eddie gently lies on top of Steve and presses him into the mattress, his hands threading through Steve's messy bed hair as they kiss lazily in the morning sun.

"I see the whole damn rainbow every time you say you love me."

"That's a bit gay, Eds."

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sukisthoughts · 1 year

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writing, in theory: fun

writing, in practice: [unintelligible noises] [sobs] [maniacal laughter] [screams]

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sukisthoughts · 1 year

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Eddie explains the whole battle vest process and history to Steve one night when they’re hanging out, Robin passed out somewhere in the house because it’s nearly three in the morning and they should ALL be asleep, but it’s always worth the exhaustion the next day to get to talk with Eddie alone.

Steve hangs onto every word, asking questions about the patches he’s seen on Eddie’s and if he wants to add more and which ones would he add if he could find them and Eddie answers them all because Steve is showing interest in his interests so how could he not?

He doesn’t think about it the next day or any of the days after

Until Christmas morning, the first Christmas after Vecna, the first one that they all agreed they should spend together even if they don’t give gifts.

But Steve gives everyone a package, all the same size, all the same wrapping paper, just labeled with first names to know who gets what. Even Eddie gets one.

He tells them all to open them at the same time.

And they all just stare at what they’re holding in their laps.

Eddie tells himself not to cry as he looks at his own gift and then everyone else’s.

They’re battle vests. Everyone’s is personalized for what they like, patches and pins special to the things they care about regardless of how “metal” it is.

It’s not until five minutes later they all realize that they all have one button on the front that’s the same. Its just a pin in the shape of a party hat. It’s funny. Confusing, but funny.

And then Steve explains that he thought it was a good way to show that they’re all part of this group, all part of the party, whether they’ve been around since day one or just joined this year.

Of course everyone loves it, loves that Steve put this effort into their gifts.

Nobody notices that Eddie’s vest has an even more special button, clearly handmade.

It says ‘property of s.h.’ And Eddie keeps it to wear forever, including on his tux when they can finally get married

#do you hear me crying?#im in the corner crying #my steddie heart cant take it #this is so sweet im gonna be cosplaying eddie in the last ep of st

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sukisthoughts · 1 year

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My Eddie Munson Ref Post

Eddie’s tattoos~ the artists did an awesome job with these! I really appreciate small details like these; most aren’t ever fully visible in show, but they add a lot of character depth. Originals were posted on Amy L Forsythe’s instagram account, I just sketched the little placement maps.

The rings on his left were easy to find via Google, they're likely G&S Jewelry. Those models have been made and sold for a long time and this style is still popular in metal and biker aesthetics. For cosplayers there's obviously cheaper options on Etsy and such, or if you're super crafty you can make your own, but I thought these were great close-ups for detail. The ring on his right hand is more obscure; I was able to find a handful of lookalikes, but not with the same stone, or more inlaid stone work…? If anyone else digs deeper and finds out more about it, leave me info and I’ll edit the post 🙂 But as it is, simple observance and good close-up shots make great refs.

The button style pins on the jacket are easy to find, plenty of independent artists remake these on Etsy if you can’t find officially licensed ones. W.A.S.P. ‘s metal pin may only be available/easier to find through officially licensed sellers, just ‘cause ya know, metal pins are a little harder to make than button pins. But! All bands are still currently active, so that also makes things easier for those looking to actually buy 🙂

These pages may seem a little redundant, but I wanted to include actual shots for placement notes and good clear individual shots of the patches for drawing reference ; a lot of the scenes are dark, people are moving around, etc. and a few of the patches are on the sides of the jacket, they’re not fully visible a majority of the time anyway. Most of these can be found pretty quickly and easily on the internet, like the pins. Even the Dio shirt should still be easy enough to obtain for a cosplayer, although a special vintage shirt was donated to the team for wardrobe. Iron Maiden and Megadeth are still active, Dio and Motörhead are not, though.

So, here we have a nice little collective post! Hope this helps some other artists/cosplayers/fans and saves you some time digging on your own. This was a lot of fun to do!

20 Jul ‘22 ~ Mad

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