I saw you mention Crowley and Aziraphale in a post a few days ago... Have you seen Good Omens season 3 yet? If so, what did you think...?
I am on my merry way to
cry.
fuck is wrong with me with this dammed ships. They never end well.
Oh how they will always find each other, together no matter what, such love that even the complete reset of the universe wont keep them away, thousand lifetimes. au au
Summary: It’s just sex, right? There’s no room for messy, unrequited feelings, or spiralling negative thoughts. Right??
WC: ~935
POV: Both
C/W: 18+ MDNI! Mentions of food and alcohol, fluff, feelings confession
A/N: Resolution, as promised
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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“Wait...”
He did it. He fucking did it! He's the most nervous he’s ever been in his entire fucking life, more than his first gig, his first time in a studio, even his first stadium show. But he did it. He asked you to wait. Stumbling over his words, he tried to ask you to have a drink, talk, maybe even stay over, barely making any sense. But, even if nothing comes of it and you say no, at least he did it.
The silence that follows stretches for what feels like eons, and is the most exquisitely painful wait of his life. But when you eventually nod, timidly agreeing, Eddie's fucking ecstatic.
He fusses and primps and straightens his apartment, even though you've already seen it as it is so many times before. He nervously guides you to sit on his couch as he tidies up his books, music magazines and guitar paraphernalia.
He orders dinner, insisting you choose whatever you want. And when it arrives he pulls out a chair for you, bowing theatrically and calling you madame, and the two of you use his dining table for its intended purpose for the first time since he moved in.
You act like twitchy high schoolers on your first date. It's absurd, given how often you've been here and how intimately you know each other's bodies. But eventually, you talk and relax, and giggle and laugh. He asks you questions about yourself, things he's been dying to know, and expresses genuine interested in your answers (whilst also disguising his relieved surprise at many details involving your personal life).
After dinner you snuggle on his sofa, drink wine and talk more, and you find out more about his childhood, his early career, how he ended up where he is, and he tells you all about touring. And if he minds when you lean into him, resting your head against his chest and occasionally peeking up towards those deep, addictive, molten chocolate eyes just to admire their colours, and yes, maybe to see if they're looking down at you - and most of the time they are - he doesn't show it.
He tells you he’s been feeling like this for a while, but has been too chicken shit to act on it in case he scared you off and lost you forever.
You tell him you’ve never felt any different, from that first time you saw each other across that dimly-lit, fancy bar, him trying to go unseen, and you trying to ditch your roommate's work colleagues. After you'd drifted slowly but surely towards each other, and then casually-not-casually flirted with fire in your eyes and lava in your veins. And then made out in his car as his driver brought you both here; you tell him that since that moment, you haven’t even looked at another person.
You tell each other that you’re clearly oblivious idiots, and playfully chide yourselves about how stupid you've been. You rue how much time you've lost, and the potential missed experiences, but both decide that it's what happens from now on that matters the most.
You admit how much the times you've spent together mean to you. And, that this is absolutely and positively the best ‘first date’ you’ve ever been on.
He admits, as he laughs and cups your face in his hands, that he wishes he’d asked you more about yourself, your life, and whether you'd stay sooner. So, so much sooner.
You both admit, tipsy on wine now, to stealing and keeping each other's clothing, and you’re surprised and delighted to discover you both find it insanely, incandescently hot. And you agree that you might have to fuck about it sooner rather than later...
So what if the foundation of your relationship is sex? Really, really good sex, but sex nonetheless.
So what if nobody understands how the two of you could even meet, let alone be together? That’s nobody’s business but yours.
So what if people assume you’re a gold digger, a zealous groupie, or maybe even an obsessed fan? People can think what they like. You’ll both know it’s not true.
🖤
It means everything to Eddie that you so obviously want this as much as he does. He’s giddy, excited and living his dream. You stay over often now, and possessions of yours are scattered around his apartment, in his living room, nestled in his closet and displayed in his bathroom. He feels like this is what those places were made for. As if there's been unnoticed empty spaces this whole time, and now he knows exactly what they're for.
It means everything to you that he’s making plans to change his schedule by reducing the amount of time he spends on the road, concentrating more on songwriting and going into producing. And, that he's absolutely and definitely making a proper base of this city; making it his home.
It means everything to both of you that something that started out so seemingly casual has blossomed into affection, adoration, support, and yeah, you can both admit it now, love.
It means everything…
One day, Eddie wants to tell the world about the two of you. Show you off properly in the circle he moves in, if that’s something you’d ever want.
One day, he hopes he’ll have the courage to fulfill another long-time dream of his. One that resides in a tiny, square box that’s pushed even further towards the back of that drawer, behind the ruined underwear and shared shirts.
One day, he hopes you’ll say yes.
Maybe today, you will…
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Thanks so much for reading! I really hope this part made up for the first two 🤭 PLEASE reblog if you liked this, it means writers keep writing and work gets seen
A/N2: This format popped into my head after I wrote this steddie microfic and I ran with it - I’d love to know if you think it worked
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