twitter thread steddie
rated: g | one-sided crush | unhappy ending (ish) | wc: 417
Today Steve is going to tell Eddie he loves him. It's been a long time coming. Years of cradling a secret close to his heart, boy-shaped, squashed and trampled over in the stampede of girlsgirlsgirls, until he met Robin, with her own girl-shaped secret she put in his hands.
Steve and his boy-shaped secret unraveled slowly, holding Robin's hand along the way until 1986, where it exploded into bloom of petals and roots when Eddie Munson held sharp glass to his throat and later when Steve held his warm insides in his hands under blood-red sky. Steve's secret quickly became Eddie-shaped, through hours of waiting for the surgery to finish, the charges to drop, the stitches to come out, the physiotherapy. Through silent companionship of Wayne Munson in Eddie's hospital room.
With their combined government payouts they fled to Chicago, with tearful farewells, to make something SteveRobinEddie shaped for themselves in their small apartment with mismatched furniture and a couch that sags in the middle. Steve became enamoured with Eddie in Hawkins but he fell in love with him in Chicago, where Eddie flourished, bloomed, flowered into someone new, someone free and unrestrained, a wild wind sprite, a whirlwind of human passion he was always meant to be.
Today Steve is going to tell Eddie he loves him.
Robin is already home, holding his hand in her own, their knuckles overlapping and white where they squeeze each other, trembling with excitement and adrenaline. She held his Eddie-shaped secret in her hands and he loves her.
Eddie comes back home like a hurricane, a storm of chains and hair, tripping over the mountain of shoes in the entryway and the raised corner of a rug they can never get to lay down. He's flushed, starry eyed, and Steve loves him. He stumbles to them and they part for him instinctually, letting him fall into the saggy middle cushion of their awful couch and he falls gracelessly, his head in Steve's lap and legs in Robin's.
He looks up and Steve with big eyes that have galaxies in them, cheeks flushed gentle rose and lips trapped between pearly teeth, dimples denting his face.
Steve is going to tell him he loves him.
"I-" Eddie takes a deep breath, wiggles like a worm in a hook. "I have a boyfriend now".
Steve takes his Eddie-shaped secret and puts it back behind the bars of his ribcage.
"I'm happy for you, man".
Eddie grins, eyes crinkling.
Steve should've told him yesterday.
