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@maxity
☆ 𝕋𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕟 ℝ𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕥 ☆
Thank you @th30ra3k3n & @royal-callahxn for the tag! You guys made my day~ 🥹
☆ ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 - 𝔹𝕠𝕓 𝕊𝕖𝕘𝕖𝕣
☆ 𝕀𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 - 𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕤
☆ 𝕋𝕚𝕟𝕪 𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣 - 𝔼𝕝𝕥𝕠𝕟 𝕁𝕠𝕙𝕟
☆ 𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 - ℙ𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥
☆ 𝕁𝕠𝕪 - 𝕀𝕟é𝕤 ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕝
☆ 𝕕𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 - 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣
☆ ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦 - 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕊𝕝𝕚𝕞
☆ 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒 - 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥 ℙ𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤
☆ 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝕀𝕀 - 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣8𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕐𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕟
☆ 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕤 - 𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕣
ʜᴏɴᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ: ☆ 𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕪 - ℙ𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕦, 𝕤𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠
@ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ: ᴛᴀɢ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪᴛ! 👀
ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴀɢ ɢᴀᴍᴇ
ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢ @royal-callahxn
ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ. ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴘᴏᴘꜱ ᴜᴘ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ.
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@Everyone who wants to do this: tag, you're it! 👀
ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ "ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇ" ʙʏ ɴᴀᴛᴏ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜ
ᴛᴀɢ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ʙʏ @/mj-rulesdaw0rld
ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴀɢɢɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ @royal-callahxn & @th30ra3k3n !!
ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ: ᴛᴀɢ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪᴛ! 👀
ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʜɪᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ!
I saw your post! May I get a Morey moodboard in blue? 😳👉👈
what do u guys go to me for if not for random moodboard amirite? (suddenly inspiration struck)
morey as angel and the damned man seeking salvation. corey as a drug dealer asking for help from an angel. and mason realizes he has cared for the human far more than he should, asking for help from god. will they figure it out or end up falling together?
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@xamlovuathoi AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! 😭🫶
Mason (my beloved) and Corey (my beloved²) in the most amazing moodboard I have EVER seen!!!! 😭😭😭😭♡
The FUCKING COLOUR SCHEME???? It is so beautiful!!! 💙😫
Asked for blue and got absolute GOLD! 💖
Just LOOK AT THEM!!! Mason being etheral and Corey being in awe?!?! The way you made it seem like they are looking at eachother (Mason looking down and Corey up) is perfect!!! You're brilliant mate!!!
The entire aesthetic, I am in LOVE with it!
The IDEA behind this masterpiece though??? The Story, which I am hoping to read one day, means everything to me as of right now!
I am OBSESSED.
I want to know more!
Scratch that.
I NEED to know more!!
Love, I am begging you to elaborate on this stellar idea! It's genius! I would read an entire series of this!
Kissing that beautiful mind of yours fr!! 💋💋💋😫🙌
I am in tears of joy over here! 😭😭😭😭
Thank you so very much!!! 🥺💖
so hey @maxity ... crazy story, u'll never guess what I have just started writing
LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
I AM CALLING DIBS ON BEING BETA READER!!! I'm so fucking fr rn!!! My love for Morey knows NO BOUNDS!!! 😤😤
I still have that sticker on my phone btw! 😌
🏥- Theo, Interrupted?
Well, call me intrigued~
🏥 - Theo Interrupted (Theo is locked in Eichen House after being brought back from hell and Liam goes there undercover to get some information (and also maybe see him))
"And what about Liam?" Dr Chen asks with the same patient tone.
There it is. He knew she would bring it up at some point.
"Oh, the new roommate?" Theo asks with a chuckle. "Yes, let's all hope he makes an incredible recovery before something bad inevitably happens to him."
"Are you the 'something bad', Theo?"
Theo smiles. "Me?" He laughs again. "I don't have one bad bone in my body."
The doctor smiles at him softly. A pause. "And yet…"
Frowning and tensing, Theo bites. "And yet what?"
"Liam is perfectly fine." She lets Theo some time so he can take it in. "I even heard a nurse say you put yourself between him and Patrick the other day. Were you scared he would get hurt?"
Theo scoffs. "I don't know who is giving you your intel but they're doing a shitty job. I just found an opportunity to annoy Patrick and I took it."
"You like to 'annoy' people, don't you?"
He smiles proudly. "It's a gift."
She smiles too. A pause.
"Liam doesn't seem very annoyed though."
His smile drops.
...from this post...
This the greatest thing ever?? Like "I NEED an entire book out of this" kind of great! 👀
tumblr is looking a lot like caesar rn ngl
thinking about theo raeken, my gay emo son. post.
“𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀.”
by @spillthebea DON'T HIDE THAT GOLD IN THE COMMENTS MATE!!
Finally decided to actually write a bit of this idea i had a while ago. This one’s for you, @maxity 🫶
I See Forever in You pt 1
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We got him. He’s back.
He came back to me. He’s safe.
Dean watches where he sits as Sam helps Cas to his feet. Watches as Sam pulls him into a hug, mutters a ‘Glad to have you back, man’ as Cas slowly puts his arms around Sam.
Dean stands, starts to move towards the angel. Wants to hold him and never let go. Tell him everything he’s been holding back all these years. Tell him what he couldn’t the last time they saw each other. He’s looking at Cas’s face, and suddenly, he’s back in that room.
Suddenly, he’s watching helplessly as black goo encases his angel and takes him away. Watching as Cas closes his eyes and looks the most content he’s looked in years. After saying what Dean has dreamt of hearing for years. After leaving Dean to pick up the pieces.
Dean blinks, and clasps a hand on Cas’s shoulder instead. Ignores the tingling in his hand. “Had us worried there, buddy.”
“What happened?”
“Bit of a long story, but short version is, Rowena found some really old spell that we weren’t sure was actually gonna work. Basically centered around deals with the Empty, which we will talk about at some point,” Sam explains, glancing at Dean when he adds that last part.
Cas’s eyebrows furrow and his head tilts a bit. God, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you.
“You… got me out. I’m free?”
“As far as we can tell, yeah. You’re here to stay,” Sam offers Cas a smile.
“I — thank you. Thank you both,” Cas isn’t meeting Dean’s eyes, which Dean can’t really complain about. He’s focusing all his willpower on staying put rather than getting in Baby and driving until he’s out of gas.
“And Jack?”
“He’s ok,” Dean says. “We haven’t really been able to reach him lately. He’s been a little busy.”
“With what?”
Dean hesitates enough that Sam chimes in. “Jack… He took over the God role after you were gone. He’s been focusing on restoring balance, or something like that.”
“Jack is… God. My son’s God,” Cas sounds exhausted and angry and a little sad. “Ok, ok, I need to call him.”
“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m pretty fucking beat. It’s been a really long three weeks of barely any sleep and I’ve got some catching up to do,” Sam announces. “Cas, do you want your old room back? It’s still got all your stuff in it. You can use my phone to call Jack.”
“Yes, actually. I would like to rest.” Cas starts following Sam out the library. He pauses at the doorway, turns halfway back to Dean.
“Good night, Dean.”
Dean doesn’t trust his voice. He just nods, and watches Cas turn and disappear into the hallway.
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Almost four days pass before Dean finds himself in the same room as Cas again for longer than two minutes.
Dean walks into the kitchen later than normal, mentally planning breakfast. He almost doesn’t register the smell of coffee brewing and the familiar figure sitting at the table.
“Hello, Dean.”
Oh, hell. His steps falter. “Cas. Hey.”
“I started the pot already. I thought about making breakfast for you and Sam, as a thank you, but, um, I don’t really know how to do that.”
Dean huffs out a laugh and says, “Don’t worry about it. I got it.”
Dean starts grabbing things for pancakes, bacon, and eggs. Grabs a couple pans and the butter. Tries to pretend he doesn’t feel Cas’s eyes on him. Tries to ignore the warm feeling of domesticity settling in his chest.
“So, uh,” Dean starts after some time, “how’s it been being back? Haven’t seen you much lately.”
Dean says it like it’s just been coincidence that they’ve been missing each other these last few days. In reality, he’s been avoiding Cas. Since that specific little memory invaded Dean’s mind, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking that maybe they got it wrong. Maybe they only got Cas out because the Empty let them. Let them rescue him so they could think they’re free and let their guard down, and then take him back again when they’re happy. Dean can’t risk that. He won’t. But he also doesn’t trust himself to not blurt all his shit out when the moment finds him. So, he’s avoiding.
He glances back at the angel.
Cas looks a little pained and hesitates, “Y-yes. It’s been.. an adjustment. I wasn’t really expecting to back, at all, really.”
Dean shuts off the shove, and turns. Keeps his hands busy with a dish towel and tries to not look as angry as he feels. “Yeah, I figured.”
Cas glances up at him and sighs. Guess I failed at that.
“Dean,” Cas looks like he’s trying to figure out exactly what to say, “is my being here — is it bothering you?”
Dean blinks. “What?”
“I haven’t seen you in four days. Every time we’re in the same room, you suddenly remember you have something to do. I may not be well-versed in all things human, but I know you. I know when you’re avoiding something.”
Shit.
Dean opens his mouth but then Cas brings up what Dean’s been dreading since he came back.
“Is this about what I said to you? Before the Empty?”
Dean inhales sharply, feels like his heart is being squeezed. “Cas—.”
“Because we can forget about it. Please, let’s forget about it.”
Now, Dean feels like he’s been slapped.
Forget about it? How can you ask me to do that? How, when that’s all that’s kept me going the whole time you were gone? I can’t forget about it. I don’t want to.
“I don’t want this to change anything between us. Yes, I meant it, and I think I always will… but I don’t want anything from you. That was my truth, but it doesn’t have to change anything between us. We’re friends. Just friends.”
I don’t want anything from you. I don’t want anything from you. I don’t want anything from you. I don’t want anything from you. We’re just friends.
“Ok. Ok, great.” Dean internally winces, hopes he doesn’t sound as hurt as he thinks. “Just friends. Great.”
Cas looks like he wants to say something but Dean can’t be here anymore.
“Food’s done. Help yourself.” He tosses the dish towel on the counter behind him and stalks out of the kitchen.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!
It's THE destiel idea! It's THE destiel idea!! 😭
I cannot believe it!!! YOU WROTE THIS!!!??? ARE FR RIGHT NOW?!?!? I LOVE IT SO FUCKING MUCH!! PART 1!!! IT'S A PART 1!!! WE HAVE BEEN BLESSED!!!!
"This one's for you" 😭😭😭🫂💖
It's SO GOOD??? It reads like an actual episode of spn!!! Like I saw them in that kitchen!! Dean having a small freak out with Cas trying to do the "right thing" once again!!
My good friend, please, I beg of you, I NEED PART 2!!! No pressure of course I'm just biting into my phone here trying to stay calm!! 💀💀
You're actually so positive and so cool and your art is 👌❤️👌 thats it. Thats all i wanted to tell you
MAN WHAT THE FUCK DON'T MAKE ME CRY LMAO @fruchtfliege
I don't get many asks so imagine my surprise when I got this sweet and beautiful message!! 😭😭😭
Thank you so much man! 🥺💖
Thiam horror edition
GAAAAAAAAAAWD!!!! It's giving 90's album cover and I DIG IT!
Your moodboards are EVERYTHING!!
I am tellingggg you mate, they would be perfect as stickers!!!! It's a need!! (I got my morey moodboard sticker from you on my phone thank you very much! 😌)
You're brilliant at this!!!! I NEED MORE!!! PLS!! 😫💖
Morey is insane because Mason is like: No, I don’t want to be the last ones standing if i’m standing with the bad guys
then Corey actually has the gall to respond with: Not standing with the bad guys, standing with me 🥺😏😍😜😙, don’t you want to stand with me?
and it works
Steve’s POV
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Eddie doesn’t want to deal with this now. He can’t. He’s heard enough. Because of course, of course Steve Harrington doesn’t want to be friends with The Freak. Of course not. What the hell was Eddie thinking? Of course these last 10 months were because Eddie needed a place to lay low to recover.
Steve’s place was the most logical. Was it? Steve never actually wanted him there. Didn’t he? He just couldn’t say no because then how would he look? To Dustin? To Nancy?
Eddie turns around, fully intending to go get his things and get the fuck out of the Harrington place. Doesn’t really care all that much if he gets caught. Doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to see Steve after this.
Then, like salt to an open wound —
“I don’t want to be your fucking friend, Eddie!”
That stops Eddie dead in his tracks. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and manages to get out, “Yeah, I got that, Harrington. No need to keep saying it.”
He wants to cry, feels his heart slowly being chipped at the longer he stands there. He’s got to get out of there.
Doesn’t take more than two steps before he feels a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to turn around. Do you have to be so cruel about this? Just let me go.
“— can’t just be your friend.”
“Harrington —,” He’s really going to make him hear all this. He just wants Steve to stop.
“Eddie, please.”
Eddie thinks briefly how a simple please from Steve would make him do just about anything. Thinks back to everything after Vecna. How miserable he’d been because he couldn’t even piss alone without help. How happy he’d been to be able to spend some time with Steve without kids in the way. Without Robin’s knowing and pitying looks. Without Nancy being constant reminder Steve’ll never be his. Just him and Steve. It was never supposed to last. Steve was never going to be —
“You scare me sometimes.”
That makes Eddie start paying attention. He’s confused, though. Feels like he missed a couple chapters. I scare him? The fuck?
Then, he feels fingers brush his until Steve’s hand is fully holding his. Eddie glances down, can’t help but think how their hands fit so perfectly. Looks up at Steve, only to be surprised by how soft he looks right now.
“I’ve never had anyone in my life I could depend on. Not really. My parents stopped paying any attention to me the second I could work the kitchen without burning the house down. My friends were always friends because of what I could do for them. Popular by association. Same with girlfriends.”
Eddie’s really confused now. Why are you telling me this right now? Steve just looks at him, like he’s deciding whether or not to keep talking. He does.
“Then Nancy came along and she changed me. Made me want to be better. For a while, I tried to convince myself that we were good, that what I felt for her would be enough. And still I knew, she couldn’t love me like I loved her. I don’t blame her now, but when it was happening? It sucked — so much.”
Steve’s never really talked about his breakup with Nancy with him, but from what he’s gathered, it really fucked him up. Followed by a string of failed dates and hookups and short-lived relationships. It’s because of that that Eddie’s pretty sure Steve’s still in love with Nancy. And it’s because of this god awful thought that Eddie’s never really been able to let himself fully like being around her. Can’t help that pang in his chest whenever he sees Steve with her.
“And I have Dustin and the kids now, but I mean, they’re kids. I know they care, but most of the time, they just want shit from me, y’know? Rides, money, food, whatever.”
Eddie starts to open his mouth. Wants to tell Steve how much those kids love him, even when they forget to appreciate him. Wants to remind him how much Dustin adores him. But Steve seems to be on a roll here.
“I have Robin, and I thank every single God I can because of it. And now, I have you. You —,”
Eddie’s eyes widen a bit.
“You came into my life and everything changed and at the same time, it’s like you were always supposed to be here. I don’t think I could ever go back to a life without you in it. I don’t want to.”
What?
WHAT?
Eddie’s eyes feel like they’re going to pop out of his head now, and his heart starts picking up speed. He doesn’t know if he wants to run, stay, scream, cry. He can’t move, doesn’t feel like he’s even breathing.
“You make me feel like I deserve to be loved just because I’m me. Like I can be cared about without having to give something back. Like me being me is enough for you.” Steve takes a step closer. “Eddie, I lo—.”
“Don’t —. Please, don’t say what I think you’re about to say if you don’t mean it. I — I can’t deal with that.” Eddie’s terrified now. His mind’s racing, thinking of all the ways this is going to destroy him. Steve’s straight — straight as a metal pole. He doesn’t know what he’s saying. He didn’t mean it. Or maybe he just means it in a ‘we survived an apocalypse together and then were forced to basically move in together and now we’re trauma-bonded for life’ kind of way. He can’t actually be saying what Eddie’s been dreaming about for years.
Steve’s eyes are roaming his face, linger on his lips, settle on his eyes. Eddie doesn’t know what he looks like right now, but he can feel a familiar sting at the back of his eyes. Steve must see something he likes, though, because suddenly he’s stepping closer into Eddie’s space and grabbing his face between his hands.
Steve leans closer and closer until his lips are brushing against Eddie’s. His brain is short-circuiting, barely processes the whispered, “I’m in love with you.”
Eddie heard himself make a noise he’d otherwise be embarrassed about. But who the fuck actually cares — Steve Harrington, the guy Eddie’s been in love with since junior year, the guy that everyone wants to be or have, the guy who’ll do anything for the people he loves, protects them with his life, is in love… with him, Eddie Munson.
Eddie’s thanking everyone and everything that’ll listen as he moves to meet Steve the rest of the way.
Needs to get his hands on Steve before he completely disintegrates right where he’s standing.
Eddie’s hands come up to hold onto Steve’s waist. Pulls him impossibly closer. Wants to keep this man in his arms until the day he dies, and then keep holding him in the afterlife.
Pours all of his feelings into this first kiss. Hopes Steve will understand just how much Eddie loves him.
Because, finally, finally. Eddie’s got everything he’s ever wanted right here in the form of a king.
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Dedicating this one to you, @maxity !!
Don’t think this is exactly what you meant when you wanted me to write more but damn if I’m not a slut for some POV switching.
Hope you like it!!
AND NOW THIS!!!!! LET'S FUCKING GO!!! 😫
Dedicated to me?? Really??? 🥺😭😭😭
"Not what you meant" YES IT IS!!!! I JUST NEED YOU TO WRITE MORE, DARLING!!! I AM NOT ASKING FOR A BOOK (even though I would eat that up so fast you have no idea 👀) I'M JUST ASKING YOU TO WRITE AT ALL!!! The snippets you post sometimes?? The drabbles??? I AM STILL STUCK ON THAT DESTIEL IDEA OF YOURS!! 😭😭😭
I really love your writing!!!! 💖😫
I mean “Or maybe he just means it in a ‘we survived an apocalypse together and then were forced to basically move in together and now we’re trauma-bonded for life’ kind of way.” is top-tier writing! No notes! 👏👏👏
IT'S PERFECT!!!
Eddie’s POV
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His back is turning towards him.
He’s walking away.
Eddie’s walking away.
And Steve’ll be damned if he lets the man who he’s pretty sure is the love of his life just walk away.
“I don’t want to be your fucking friend, Eddie!”
Eddie pauses, doesn’t turn around. “Yeah, I got that, Harrington. No need to keep saying it,” he spits out.
No, no, that’s not —. “No, Eddie, wait.” Steve moves as Eddie starts walking again. Catches him by the shoulder and forces Eddie to look at him.
“Listen to me. I can’t just be your friend.” Steve is praying to anyone who’ll listen that Eddie understands. He takes shaky breath.
“Harrington —.”
“Eddie, please.” Not Harrington. Not here. Not anymore. “You scare me sometimes,” he blurts out.
Eddie’s eyebrows pinch together, head tilting slightly. Steve’s hand reaches for Eddie’s.
“I’ve never had anyone in my life I could depend on. Not really. My parents stopped paying any attention to me the second I could work the kitchen without burning the house down. My friends were always friends because of what I could do for them. Popular by association. Same with girlfriends.” Steve pauses, taking in Eddie’s confused expression of where the hell are you going with this.
He continues, “Then Nancy came along and she changed me. Made me want to be better. For a while, I tried to convince myself that we were good, that what I felt for her would be enough. And still I knew, she couldn’t love me like I loved her. I don’t blame her now, but when it was happening? It sucked — so much. And I have Dustin and the kids now, but I mean, they’re kids. I know they care, but most of the time, they just want shit from me, y’know? Rides, money, food, whatever.”
Eddie opens his mouth to say something, but Steve keeps going. Can’t really stop now that he’s letting out everything he’s been holding in.
“I have Robin, and I thank every single God I can because of it. And now, I have you. You —,” Steve’s heart pounds in his chest. He needs to know. “You came into my life and everything changed and at the same time, it’s like you were always supposed to be here. I don’t think I could ever go back to a life without you in it. I don’t want to.”
Eddie’s wide-eyed and so, very still. Steve doesn’t think he’s ever seen Eddie so still.
“You make me feel like I deserve to be loved just because I’m me. Like I can be cared about without having to give something back. Like me being me is enough for you.” Steve takes a step closer. “Eddie, I lo—.”
“Don’t —. Please, don’t say what I think you’re about to say if you don’t mean it. I — I can’t deal with that.” Eddie looks scared and hopeful and skeptical all at once. He looks hopeful —.
Steve takes another step forward, takes Eddie’s face in his hands. Carefully leans closer, wants to give Eddie enough time to pull away in case he’s misreading this. Leans closer until his lips graze Eddie’s. “I’m in love with you,” Steve murmurs against the lips he’s been daydreaming about for months.
Eddie makes a small noise, sounds almost like a whine, and tilts his head until he’s kissing Steve.
Steve feels Eddie’s hands come up to hold his waist. Feels Eddie pull him closer.
Finally.
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"don't expect good writing" ARE YOU FR???
IT'S FUCKING BEAUTIFUL!!! 😭💕
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yesterday i posted a fic after months of writer block and now my brain is again filled with fic ideas... wow
im gonna sketch out the timeline of my theater!thiam fic for the happiness of @maxity :)
GREATEST MESSAGE TO GET BACK ONLINE TO!!!! LET'S FUCKING GO!!!
I love ALL of your fanfic ideas so much!!!
But the theater!thiam one???
STRAIGHT UP GOLD!!! 🏅🏅🏅
I'm in that front row seat, cheering you on!!!
Not Pluribus out here being Paul's favourite version of "The guy who didn't like musicals" lmao
