I hope I'm online when it happens. I want to see a sudden flood of crab rave memes right after refreshing my dash, and in the middle of it all, the Castiel news meme. That's how I want to learn of it; not through anything solemn or serious, but via overwhelming silly celebration.
@xxfiction-is-my-realityxx asked for Steve and Eddie hugging from behind, and an anon asked for kissing. So much like the 80′s I mixx-taped them both together for a cute kiss from behind ;P
After getting out of the hospital, Eddie and Steve somehow fell into a whirlwind romance and now they have an apartment together! Eddie is still riding the high of it all one day when he has someone from his new job over and they say “Are you sure Steve lives here?”
“Huh?”
“It’s just, this apartment is extremely you but I’m not seeing anything that says ‘Steve.’ Granted I don’t know the guy too well, but…”
Eddie looks around. Sees a lot of metal and fantasy shit, a lot of dark colors. He knows if he went into the bedroom he would find Steve’s colorful wardrobe and the kitchen is stocked with dishes and utensils that Steve picked out himself but that’s it. Theres not a single sports thing to be found and not a single poster or tape related to anything other than metal.
He’s not sure what to make of it. Brings it up to Steve later, asks why there’s nothing that Steve likes around the apartment. And Steve says something devastating.
He says it all nonchalant, too. Big smile on his face, eyes crinkled, something amused in his expression. He's got a hand extended to Eddie, to bring him to bed so they can just sleep and everything will be fine.
But then Eddie has this defiant, fight this, furrow between his brows. "No, it absolutely does matter. What happened to all your baseball cards? And the...the little model cars? You had so many of those in your old bedroom!"
Steve just shrugs. "Got rid of 'em, I guess."
"...Why?"
"Like I said, Eds, it doesn't matter," Steve repeats, exasperated. He shuffles down under the covers—thick and black and all Eddie. "Come to bed, I'm sleepy."
Every single time Eddie goes to the store, he picks up a pack of Topps and makes Steve open them up at the kitchen table. And when Steve gets excited, but tries to immediately smother himself, Eddie leans in and asks what's special. Then, it's the model cars from the toy store. The Lego sets from the Mall of America when they take a trip through Minnesota. Hall & Oates tapes from the record store, Tom Cruise on VHS, Beatles records that Steve reminisces on from when he was little and danced with his mom. Gym equipment that Steve was afraid would, "Take up too much space."
And he says that a lot, too. Steve always mentions, "Are you sure I should bring this into the apartment? This might take up too much space." He says it about anything he's interested in, no matter what. Eddie always has to drag him through the store, force him to buy the thing, take him back home, and create space for Steve.
Soon, their apartment is warmer, fuller. It's all mismatched and wild colored, but Eddie doesn't mind. Because Steve matters to him. And this is their space.
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