#transfem steve

What the fuck do you do when someone you love is grieving? That’s the million fucking dollar question right now. All Eddie’s got is Wayne and that old fucker is still kickin’. So he’s never done this, grieved a loved one, mourned someone irreplaceable. God, where the fuck is Robin?

“What do you need, Stevie? What can I do?” He runs his fingers through Steve’s soft hair, kisses the top of his head, and hopes that it’s enough. That Steve knows he’ll be here.

“I just miss her, Eds. It feels like all this grief is, it’s, it’s so big and it’s swallowing everything up inside me. I feel like I can’t breath without her.”

Eddie thinks there should really be a guide on how to deal with this shit. Nothing he can say will ever be enough to take that pain away from him. He feels so fucking inadequate.

“I’m here, alright? I’m gonna be here every step of the way. I can’t fix anything but I promise you’re not going to do this alone.”

Steve pulls away, just far enough to look Eddie in the eye. His expression is crumpled like a piece of paper, tears never ending. He grabs Eddie’s hands and places them both on his face, cradling. 

“Hold me, please. Just keep holding me.”

As if he ever needed to plead, as if Eddie wouldn’t willingly give him every ounce of skin and soul and love as his flesh could possibly give. It was all his, no reason for begging. 

His hands, still cradling, pull Steve closer until their foreheads rest against each other. He wipes stray tears as best as he can, never fully letting go. Kisses wet lashes and scrunched eyelids, softly, reverently.