#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK THO!!!

[omgwhatchloe]

how are the girlies doing in modern au + at least two modern au sean antics pls (holds hands out like a starving victorian child)

THE GIRLIES ARE MOSTLY DOING GREAT!!

-karen, mary-beth and tilly actually went clubbing together once (karen goes a lot with some other friends) and only tilly got herself home. miss grimshaw so furious with the fact that she was completely drunk, and had also no idea where mary-beth and karen were. sean and lenny were crowding her like she was a zoo exhibition because they’d never seen her so drunk. dutch sent arthur to find mary-beth because he was worried about her, in case she’d been separated from karen. he found them both trying to break into the overpriced book store that had every book mary-beth could possibly want.

-sleepovers just are their thing. they barely ever sleep in their own rooms.

-sadie brings an impressive amount of money into the gang because she slips through windows of overly large houses and robs them blind, completely undetected. sometimes she can even open their front door silently and feel free to take whatever she wants.

-abigail is still very overprotective of jack, but that was because john took him out for ice cream, got into a highway chase WITH JACK in the car, and was forced to disappear with him for 2 days.

NOW FOR SEAN🙏😈

-arthur finally invited him on a mission, so he made the wise decision not to sleep for a few days before it! he was supposed to be watching the hostages while arthur and the boys stole some lab tech dutch wanted, but he ‘got distracted’ (zoned out and got lightheaded because he was so tired) which resulted in a hostage managing to call the police. the boys had to practically fly to the get away car with next to nothing and speed away, with arthur yelling at sean the entire time. once they finally snuck their way back into the hideout, arthur was ripping into sean so badly he just started to cry. like actually bawl from being so overtired. the entire gang was staring with huge “wtaf” faces.

-sean and lenny both went missing because they went on a bender that lasted a week. it finally ended when they sobered up in a holding cell in a different state literally days away from where they’d first started, with the worst headaches theyd ever had. apparently, they had started a huge bar fight which led to them getting arrested. they were stuck in their holding cell a good while before arthur finally came for them.

-he gets absolutely hysterical at movies, but especially the lion king. mufasas death man. he would literally just bawl so hard while pointing at the screen trying to signal that was him and his da. he walked in and out of the living room when charles and arthur were watching brokeback mountain because he struggled to stay concentrated throughout it all, but he stayed for the last half an hour and cried when jack died. derry girls where clare’s dad died? fucking bawling, they could not calm him down. he did mushrooms, and went into complete hysterics to the point lenny had to hold him down and try to convince him he was okay. longest night of both their lives.

-but its also the same for his laughter. him and lenny were talking about bill in the kitchen, already laughing when bill walked in. thats when they started snorting with laughter. but then, bill tripped up SLIGHTLY, ONLY SLIGHTLY, and lenny was howling. sean was completely silent as tears rolled down his face, he took in a huge exhale of air and was literally screaming with laughter. poor bill got so angry he stormed out, causing lenny to fall off his stool and sean to start literally sobbing because he was so hysterical. it happens a lot, but he always has to be in a hyper mood before he gets hysterical.

-on an angsty note, he has a box filled with things he’s tried so hard to keep over the years. he looked inside it for the first time in a good couple of years, and found a crumpled but otherwise good condition piece of paper, filled with his da trying to teach him how to spell better. he remembered it perfectly, how he expected his da to get frustrated but he didnt because he knew about seans dyslexia before it was even diagnosed. it was filled with words he could spell now, little squiggles of his writing, doodles that him and his da both did, which included a lot of them both as animals. although the memory was sweet, adult sean had an awful night of crying and drinking because he missed his da and his childhood so badly. eventually lenny walked in to show him something (pre-macsummers) and found him curled up on the floor surrounded by drinks he’d stolen from the kitchen. he stayed with him all night,

[cod-thoughts]

Ghost for the character ask !! (or Alejandro if Ghost was asked already 👉​👈​)

waaaa thank you for the ask omg (i say scared you're in my inbox /lh)

Neither has been asked yet so ill do both i guess lol (this got very long so im adding a read more, i ramble when im bored whoops)

favourite thing about them

ooo this is hard actually but i think the way ghost just is exactly who he is. As traumatised and as gruff as that man is he just kind of does what he wants for himself. The mask, the gloves, the behaviour, its all just for him. no one else benefit and idk i think theres something to be said about that.

least favourite thing about them

hmmm i dont know. This is more of a fandom nitpick than about ghost but a lot of people i think picture him with a certain body and my gym rat ass self is just there like??? theres no shot he has abs hello?? (is this a personal bias? maybe but shhh) I also do wish we got more of his backstory in the reboots or really any backstory at all.

favourite line

OOO this is hard, part of me wants to pick a dad joke but the first one that came to mind is when Soap is introducing them to ale and rudy and Ghost just goes. "Tha'll do." dont know why. but it is pfft.

brOTP

everyone. Ghost is actually just friendly but standoffish to me. I think he'd make friends easy once they get over the fact that its him. Yes he's a loner but that doesnt mean he's lonely.

OTP

this is so hard oooof. GhostPrice is just so incredible i love their dynamic so much but also Ghoap although the most obvious one is kind of hard to deny hmmm. I will say tho NikPriceGhost is an OT3 ive been toying around with and lets just say i LOVE the potential there. (not so secretly think Ghost is a poly king and is actually able to navigate it well)

nOTP

Ghost with any woman im sorry that is a gay man (to me at least)

random headcanon

He has a really really big sweet tooth that he doesnt tell anyone about. (been thinking about this for ghostprice week hehehe)

unpopular opinion

hmmm i guess i said a few while answering the others lmao

song i associate with them

cirice - ghost. Not because the band name but the lyrics are just so ghost. And freak on a leash - korn for the same reasons OH and undertow - tool

favorite picture of them

i just love his eyes holy shit, brown eyes ghost > blue eyed ghost

favourite thing about them

hes just so loyal. Something about that unwavering loyalty is so cool to see even when he's wrong about something he's just loyal to a fault. good or bad its an interesting thing

least favourite thing about them

i cant think of anything, we dont get to see enough of him for me to think of something

favourite line

and who the fuck do you think you are, cabrón. My men are inside!

brOTP

him and ghost. i think they understand each other in a way thats unexpected but welcomed by both.

OTP

alerudy, like come on. To me not only are they together, i think they're each others first everything kind of relationship, theyve been together longer than theyve been without the other, i think thats the only reason for how they act like the other being there is a given without it being implied to be romantic and instead a deep friendship.

nOTP

him and valeria. i get it as exes or smth but i just dont see it in their interactions sorry 0_0

random headcanon

I think he's secretly a musician or a music nerd. Any kind of music at all, he'll try to learn any instrument he can get his hands on and its not uncommon for him to be singing in his office as he does paperwork.

unpopular opinion

i dont think i have any?

song i associate with them

this is actually really hard so im gonna pick artists as vibes or like his favourites: Haken, karnivool, queens of the stone age, the gulls and the marías for when he wants smth soft (i also think him and rudy dance to ale singing something from any of these artists)

favourite picture of them

widows peak my beloved

[liminal-skies]

For someone who rbs a lot about writing, we don’t see a lot of your writing 👀

oh shit??

My dearest Anon,

I thank you for your inquiry and callout! As to why you don't see a lot of my writing, I mean, honestly, the only excuse is I'm a perfectionist ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Lame, I know! But that's a goal of mine this year. I'm gonna start posting more of my writing because then, at least I finished something, right?

Also I am writing a novel about 3 depressed 20somethings that are meant to be the next generation for their families in the crime world but uh oh! independent thought and also polyam and there is just so much more to it but I have to stop somewhere soooo

[imissthestarswhenicry]

whos he texting?🤨

[xxplastic-cubexx]

your comic of erik "kidnapping" charles is living rent free in my head... I can't stop thinking of a scenario where somebody didn't get the memo about the vacation/kidnapping thing they've got going on and bursts into erik's Evil LairTM of the week to rescue the poor professor only to be mentally scarred at finding him making out nasty style with magneto

i cant stress enough how fast i went to draw this as soon as i got the chance god help any new x-man to the team

[nedseii]

DAENSAAAAAA!!!!

[figloom]

…….We are so back🗣️‼️

Twisted from the Mouse himself. By all means an art prodigy, Lille longs for the creatively pure years of his childhood. He’s been burned by corporate interest too many times rendering him distrustful and tired. Perhaps he might reignite his passion in NRC…

[princecroutons]

I’m just so happy that this weird little guy showed up at your house smelling bad and looking kinda funky and you picked him up and said “you live here now and we love you” and he went “okay :) yay” i hope one day i can help a cat like you helped catrick

this thing broke into my second story bedroom window and screamed at me if I didn't let him in. I had no choice. I love him so much

[emo-batboy]

Things Battinson Totally Did During His First Year of University

Using Unhinged or Odd Things I Also Did as a College Freshman :D

Note: for this list, let’s believe Bruce was living in an (admittedly expensive and swanky) dorm because it is required for first-years, especially those entering at a young age, and Alfred told him he needed to make friends. Also yes I did every single thing on this list. I never claimed to be a role model

Bruce, to his TA: I’m so sorry I’m late to class. I gave blood a few hours ago and almost fainted on the way here, but it won’t happen again.

Signs up for a class called “Age of Dinosaurs” despite it not being required whatsoever and proceeds to work his entire schedule around it

Bruce: Your mental health is super important. If you think you should see the on-campus therapist, go see them. Friend: Fine. I’ll sign up for therapy if you sign up for therapy too. Bruce: Hold on-

Finds a loophole in his housing contract that allows him to get a pet frog, calls him kermit :)

Gets a second frog because Kermit was lonely, names it Constantine after Muppets Most Wanted, then realizes that they’re gay for each other. Wonders if the rainbow-colored rocks he got them triggered anything

Swings dramatically between calling Alfred every single day and ghosting him for weeks, cries when he realizes what he did

“Accidentally” joins the student body council, doesn’t know what he’s doing, gets re-elected anyway

Molds a dragon out of Laffy Taffy instead of doing his work

Bruce: *joins Honors, gets all A’s, takes the max amount of classes, has several minors, overachieves* Also Bruce: I’m a failure.

Breaks into a building after hours to study because NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AT THE LIBRARY

Bruce: I will not get seasonal depression this year. Bruce: *gets real and seasonal depression that year*

Meticulously schedules his day with a color-coded planner because if he sits down for too long, the thoughts will consume him

Gives a presentation to his rhetoric class on how much he likes Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse (it is 20 minutes long)

Successfully allocates funding from the student body council to pay for free feminine products in the dorms OUT OF SPITE because someone said it couldn't be done. fuck you, Andrew

Bruce: It is not an all-nighter if I go to sleep before my first class. Friend: It is 7:30am, the sun is in the sky, and your first class is at 12:30. Bruce: But I am getting sleep.

Refuses to go anywhere without his backpack because what if he needs three notebooks at once

Loses over 20 pounds because ✨stress✨ and scares the shit out of Alfred when he comes home for Thanksgiving

Argues with his TA over the one (1) question he got wrong on his Dinosaur exam

Bruce, calling Alfred: Hello father figure. How do I do taxes? Do I have to do them myself? Also, I think I’m having a panic attack.

Joins in on a charity arts-and-crafts project that gives kids books with matching activities made by volunteers, proceeds to commandeer the project because “it’s not color-blind friendly” and rewrites the instructions for everyone

Makes a murder wall

Goes to one (1) sports game and proceeds to leave in the first ten minutes because it’s way too loud wtf is wrong with people

Professor, addressing the lecture hall: I dare you to write an essay about these two sentences. Bruce: *writes an essay about six words, gets a 100, never even read the book*

Crawls into the ceiling for some alone time

Ghosts someone after a date because he’s too scared to tell them he didn’t know it was a date in the first place and now he feels bad

Classmate: How tf does he walk across campus that fast? I go in the same direction he does on my bike, and he’s always ahead of me. Bruce: *is gay sprinting to Dinosaur class*

Refuses to let others use his Favorite Pen TM

Constantly gets mistaken for a Grad Student because he is “so wise and mature” (bestie, that’s the autism)

Alfred: *casually mentions he got into a car accident through text* Bruce: *replies with a meme while hyperventilating because he doesn’t know what to do with that information??!*

Wears a suit to one of his finals

Regularly eats non-organic food for the first time in his life, proceeds to learn about several allergies Alfred forgot to mention he has

Writes “What is a Hot Pocket?” in calligraphy and proceeds to laugh his ass off alone in his dorm because he is so exhausted he’s reached the point of delusion

Locks himself out of his dorm right before class, frantically asks the floor group chat if someone can help, proceeds to tell the nice gay man on the floor who saved him “I love you” because his social skills have hit rock bottom

Makes a little music album display next to his desk for his favorite band (Nirvana) His friends call it a shrine, and they are technically correct

Has a blacklist of people he refuses to interact with because Reasons

Counselor: What do you want to do when you graduate? Bruce: *gestures vaguely*

Refuses to take the bus because there are people in there and he doesn’t like those

Loses one of his frogs, how tf did he do that, they’re fully aquatic, oh fuck, this is probably why they got rid of that loophole a year later because unbeknownst to Bruce, he accidentally started a frog revolution in the dorms, btw he SWEARS he did not mean to do that

Has two trash cans in his room: one for the Good Garbage, and one for the Bad Garbage. Only Bruce knows which is which

Bruce: *writes a creative piece about a ship’s final thoughts as it sinks, bringing its passengers down with it* TA: Absolutely lovely, Bruce, but are you okay?

Goes on Night Walks, keeps himself safe by maintaining a level 12 resting bitch face at all times

Earns the nickname “8th floor cryptid” after pacing the halls at 3am when it’s too cold for Night Walks (honestly tho how tf didn’t he get the nickname earlier?)

Bruce: Do you think a depressed person could do this? Bruce: *has a manic episode*

Okay that's all love you BYE

[chloesimaginationthings]

i love the detail of post-scooper michael not really being able to smile right because of ennard leaving his body through his mouth, that's really well executed!

He’s trying so hard to smile “normally”,,, you’re doing great Michael

[stevebabey]

part one here. ze part two to touch-starved stevie that absolutely no one requested hehe <3 but i gots to let my boys have a wee kiss :")

So, hugs with Eddie become… well, a thing.

Not a thing. They’re not a thing, Steve and Eddie. It’s totally the same as when he gets hugs from Robin. Eddie’s doing him a favour as a friend. It’s got the 100% platonic energy of getting a hug from a friend — a hug that usually melts into some form of a cuddle, limbs all tangled together until they can’t tell whose are whose.

Except, Steve doesn’t really do that second part with Robin. Like he hasn’t done it ever with Robin.

So, it’s an Eddie thing.

But they’re not a thing. Not matter how much Steve would actually very much like for that happen. Okay, maybe Steve’s overthinking the whole thing a bit, but he just can’t tell.

Where’s the line? It’s infuriating not being able to discern between platonic and more, just because Steve wasn’t held enough as a fucking baby. Out of all the things he resents his parents for, Steve’s surprised that this is so near the top.

Because, sure, Steve’s had more than his fair share of hookups. He knows that sort of touch. He knows the shape of lust; the scrapes of fingernails down backs, the tight grips over skin, the push and pull of the heat of the moment.

And this thing with Eddie… is not that.

So, really, Steve knows that it’s all friendly. Eddie is just being nice. He’s being a decent dude and helping his friend out — by catapulting himself into Steve’s arms at every opportune moment.

(Steve’s only dropped 3 mugs of coffee because of this so far. It’s only because Eddie says good catch, big boy with a devilish grin every time that Steve manages to catch Eddie that Steve hasn’t completely told him to knock it off. Just yet, at least.)

And he’s different in other areas. He’ll always seem to choose the seat next to Steve on movie-nights now, content to snuggle right up to him. They get thigh to thigh, arm to arm — and Eddie only needs to get about 20 minutes in for him to do a big sigh, like an old dog, and slump over, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve notices though. He always notices.

It’s impossible not to— the skin, even if there’s 3 layers between them, burns blazing warm. Eddie’s hair drapes over his arm, a curl inevitably tickling along Steve’s collar. He can feel the rise and fall of Eddie’s breathing, the little shake of when he laughs.

It drives Steve a little insane— insane in the way that makes him think about burying his fingers in those curls again, about pressing his lips against Eddie’s pretty mouth just to feel the smile against his skin, about digging into his chest so he can climb into his chest and live there.

Yeah, it’s— well, it’s safe to say that the effect of Eddie’s touchiness has sent what was once a fleeting thought of a crush into mind-melting levels of affection.

But he can’t fucking tell.

-

To Steve’s credit, neither can Eddie.

Which is not surprisingly considering sometimes he catches himself wondering how the hell he ended up here; in a close-knit friendship with band-geek Robin Buckley, princess Nancy Wheeler, and King Steve Harrington.

Okay, the Robin one sort of makes sense. He thinks that if no matter when their paths crossed, he and Robin would’ve always even some sort of strange friends - her snark complimenting his bitchiness. Also, the whole super queer thing helps too. Even the friendship with Nancy works, in its own weird way.

Steve though? He’s the fucking curve ball.

It works though, the two of them. Surprisingly well, actually — the two of them get on like a house on fire, bitchy quips back and forth. Even better, is the quiet that they can share. Steve loves to come around and do… nothing. Do nothing with Eddie, though.

So, even though Eddie had noticed the tension in Steve with touch, little moments where he turned rigid when Eddie’s usual wandering hands got too comfortable — Eddie chalked it up to the usual. Guys bring too uncomfortable with him, too weird about another guy being touchy. It didn’t matter than Eddie wasn’t even out to Steve yet, he was still might be that type of guy.

Well, Eddie had certainly thought so. Sure, Steve might not be one of those jocks who smacked around boys who looked too long in the locker room, but if he knew a smidge of the truth, who really knows. It would explain the tenseness at least.

But then— ‘Can I… have a hug?’ There had been a dozen things Eddie was thinking that Steve could’ve asked for but that? Wasn’t even in the ballpark. It was so left-field it left Eddie speechless for a whole moment. And Steve had been staring at the ceiling, his hands curled up tight again like- like he thought Eddie might say no.

A ridiculous thought, honestly. Anyone who knew Eddie well enough knew he was touchy; loved giving it, loved getting it. Like an overly affectionate cat, Wayne had once called him, just 11 years old, because Eddie’s need for affection seem to never be sated.

After that night, Steve’s lack of touch became far more obvious. It’s always hair ruffles or high-fives, yet never hugs. Normally, Eddie would keep to that boundary; some people are less touchy other than others, he knows that.

But… “Sometimes I realise it’s been awhile, since I’ve had some touch.” That’s what Steve had said, his words. Eddie doesn’t even think he meant to say something so heartbreaking. In fact, the guy seemed embarrassed.

It had thrown Eddie for a loop— because Steve gets around. He’s nearly notorious for one-night stands and failed flings, as Robin loves to drone on about considering she’s subjected to all the flirting. What had originally been a point of envy for Eddie, just saturates the bleakness of Steve’s words. Sex but without a moment of intimacy.

So, while Eddie is miles away from being the person who gets into Steve’s pants — not for lack of want, mind you — he does try hike up the touchiness. Little things. Lingering when he taps him on the arm, hooking his chin over Steve’s shoulder to peer over it, leaning up against him when they’re side by side watching a film.

It’s good. It helps Eddie release the pressure of his stupid monumental god-awful crush he has. Yeah, yeah, it’s laughable, even to Eddie. It’s like Gay 101; don’t get crush on straight dudes, especially the ones you’re friends with. And yet…

Steve lets him. He lets Eddie give him touch, more than he lets anyone else. He still tenses; there’s still always a moment before he can remember to relax, like he’s trying to shake off bad thoughts but then he melts. He always melts into Eddie’s touch eventually — in a way Eddie knows Steve actually loves it, drinks it up as much as he can.

And maybe, Eddie is the biggest fool to grace the Earth to let that fact give him some hope. Sue his gooey heart, he’s a romantic. It’s a quiet hope but, it’s there.

Tonight, it seems relaxing for Steve is been harder than usual— several times has Eddie traced a quite long along Steve’s arms, a subtle point that they were far too tense for someone who was wrapped up in cuddles on the couch. ‘Cos that’s 100% what they are now. Eddie will still call them hugs, but usually, when it’s just the two of them, it becomes this.

Steve, tucked up into the corner of the couch, one leg flush along the back of the couch and one hanging off the edge. It’s the prime position for Eddie to crawl up, wind his arms around Steve’s middle and give him a good squeeze and then settle there. Head on Steve’s chest, lying in the cradle of his hips. Safe. Warm.

It makes him warm, oh very warm to know that he gets this. That Steve doesn’t give this amount of trust to many, if any, other people but Eddie — he trusts Eddie.

“Y’know,” Eddie says, cheeks smushed against the plain of Steve’s pec. It feels deliciously warm and Eddie’s fairly sure he can feel how toned it is just through his cheek. Hot bastard. “I’m actually real glad you asked for that hug all those weeks ago.”

He leaves it there ‘cos he knows Steve will ask. Eddie’s eyes stay on the buzzing tv-screen even as Steve’s head shifts, turning to peer down at the boy slumped on his chest. Eddie’s pretty sure he can see Steve’s mouth twitch up into a smile.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie affirms, giving a nod and his eyes flick up to meet Steve’s for just a moment. “Think I’ve had some of the best hugs in the world.”

Okay, that was maybe more honest and sappy than Eddie was going for. He is just letting Steve know he isn’t just doing it for Steve — that he enjoys these moments just as much. He lays it on thick, tries for a smarmy angle.

“Swept up in these pillowy arms?” He croons, giving Steve’s bicep a quick squeeze, making the other chuckle softly. “Who wouldn’t think so? I’m a lucky guy.”

Despite the joking tone, there’s no quick comeback from Steve. That’s alright. Eddie’s quite happy if this is one of the times Steve just takes the compliment; let’s the word sink in and hopefully, believes them, even if it’s just a little bit. He watches the film and doesn’t read into the silence.

Not even when Steve says, “Eddie?” all soft. Nearly shy sounding. It doesn’t quite register to Eddie’s ears.

“Mm?”

“Eddie.” Steve says again, a little firmer and that catches Eddie’s attention. He turns his head and rests his chin on Steve’s chest, his brows drawn together in silent question.

But the moment he makes eye contact, Steve’s doing that scrunched up face again. Is studying the ceiling instead of facing Eddie. And just like all those weeks ago, his hands clench up tight. Twists up the fabric of Eddie’s sweater in between his fingers and uses it to ground himself.

Last time, he asked for a hug. Considering he’s currently just about squishing Steve beneath his body weight, Eddie can’t fathom what he might be worked up to ask for. Unless he was going to ask for something more than a hug— which, well, just wasn’t going to happen, even if Eddie really wanted it to.

“Can I-” Steve starts. He sucks in a breath, almost like he’s gathering courage. But he’s not, because he’s not about to ask for what Eddie hopes for, he’s not, he’s—

Unless…?

“Can I… have a kiss?” Steve asks, barely audible. The sentence is murmured, soft words that hit Eddie like a gentle kiss in itself — imprinting right onto his heart. Steve Harrington wants a kiss — from him!

“Oh.” Eddie says, in a breathy delightful way. He’s fairly certain the little monkey in his brain is clapping its cymbals at double-speed as the words process; or maybe it’s his heart, which feels like it’s leapt up his throat.

“Oh?” Steve echoes, a smile already playing at the edges of his mouth, because he can see Eddie’s want. Because he knows him.

“Yes.” Eddie says suddenly, with a frantic nod, pushing up closer so their faces are aligned. “Yes, absolutely, you can.” He affirms.

Steve huffs a quiet laugh at the eagerness and then his arm that had been slung around Eddie shifts. It moves up til his hand caresses along the line of Eddie’s jaw, tilting him just how he likes.

Eddie holds his breath. Counts the freckles he can see this close. Tries to feel Steve’s heartbeat through where they’re pressed so closely together; can Steve feel his? Thundering and hurried, beating so hard Eddie thinks he might bruise the inside of his ribs.

Then Steve kisses him. And shit, Steve’s lip are better by ten-fold than every daydream Eddie’s ever had about them. They’re warm and so soft — plush and pressing against his own and Eddie is freezing. Fuck, wait, how does this go again? Right, Eddie’s never… well, kissed anybody before.

Steve pulls back and Eddie screws his eyes up — not ready in the slightest for the disappointment of his own shoddy kissing skills. Fuck, did he really just freeze? Steve — Steve Harrington — asks for a kiss and Eddie decides to stab himself in the back by not figuring out how to fuck to kiss back.

“You call that a kiss?” Steve teases and Eddie’s well aware of the parallel — of the irony of Steve repeating his own words back at him. But he can’t make himself laugh even though it’s funny. Instead, a little groan wiggles out his throat.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, earnest. He forces his eyes opens — he needs to see what’s Steve’s thinking. Where he’s expecting disappointment or perhaps regret, is only patience. Maybe a touch of concern. Eddie continues, despite the humiliation that makes his throat sticky.

“I haven’t- I don’t do this often.” He coughs awkwardly clearing his throat and hoping it hides the next word. “Ever.”

There’s a jump in Steve’s eyebrows, a moment of surprise in his eyes that lets him know he did, indeed, hear that final word. It makes Eddie feel… well, it’s nice that Steve had expected him to have been kissed by now. Even if he hasn’t. He tries to take it as a compliment.

“That’s okay,” Steve assures. Absentmindedly, his thumb rubs soothing along Eddie’s jaw. It makes Eddie shiver, some outrageous amount of joy clawing into every nerve. Steve likes Eddie. He wants to kiss Eddie.

“Do you want to try again?”

Eddie nods before the questions even out of his mouth. Steve smiles, all sunshine. This time when he draws Eddie in, he notices the way Eddie holds his breath — the rigidness in his body.

Steve kisses him again, another short and soft one and then whispers against his lips, “Relax.”

‘Cos isn’t tonight just full of the parallels, Eddie thinks. He listens, tries to focus on how sweet Steve’s kiss is than his panicky heart, forcing out a breath between the kisses. His hands along Steve’s sides find a grip, grounding and good, and by the fourth kiss, he begins to feel a bit melty.

It’s good. It’s really good. Kissing Steve is top 5– nay, the top moment of his life so far. Somehow, it’s made all that much better knowing the build-up behind it. Knowing that Steve knows he isn’t just kissing him for a heat of the moment — that Eddie wants kisses here, kisses before bed, in the morning, on dates. Eddie wants Steve.

And with the way he kisses, Eddie’s pretty sure Steve wants him just as bad.

It doesn’t take long for Steve to reach what Eddie decides is an ultra pretty fuckin’ state; lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed, hair a little mussed up. He bets he looks no better. The thought makes him grin, enough they have to break the kiss ‘cos Eddie can’t stop his stupid happy grin ‘cos shit— he actually gets to have this Steve.

“What?” Steve asks, somehow half heart-eyed and half suspicious at the mischief in Eddie’s eyes.

“Can I... have a hickie?”

now with a part three !

[potato-lord-but-not]

hi i hope you know the moisthur fanbase (me and like four other people) just went batshit insane over your most recent reblogs and tags,, anyway hope youre having a wonderful day :)

gather children for I have your meal.

I need it be shot for feeding into this.. but it’s too late now it’s been done. Sorry to everyone else except the five people who created this god forsaken ship.

also some Adora and John because well. it’s Adora cmon

[bobokitty]

Castlevania: Nocturne is out, and I want to thank everyone for giving the show a chance! It's been an absolute blast working on Nocturne and seeing all the hard work and passion that went into it. Everyone worked their butts off!! Ahahaha I had more to say but I'm too full of emotions to process words well ;;^ w ^

Anywho here's a bonus doodle of these dorks <3

[comikbook]

Ur gay, mentally ill and got catholic guilt???

Oh baby if u were a blorbo, I would spend all my days buzzing and contemplating ur lore and understanding u to a point where all I could think abt were the delicious nuances of ur character and the way u were written, I would spend eternity defending ur character which would inevitably get mischaracterized by a bunch of loser media illiterate gay ppl and I would vibrate any time i saw fanart of u made by other religiously traumatized gay ppl and scream illegibly in the tags

You would be my everything. You would be such a lovely distraction from life. You would help me find myself, and my life would probably become a worshipping routine, to revolve around you forever, and in exchange you give me nothing but a hand to hold, so I can hold on to fulfill my duty, of revolving around you.

And I wouldnt be able to be more grateful

That is if u were a blorbo. And if I was a weird guy which im not

Sorry lol. But thank u for existing u art is delish

hey so this is the most insane thing anyones ever said to me

[reegis]

hi since you have out on the brain and i wont be inflicting it on you here's a headcanon of mine:

after nastya leaves, aurora stops talking entirely

[xxplastic-cubexx]

your movie charles art gives me cuteness aggression

obsessed with getting these asks back to back and yet they both hold some truth i think ...... thank you very much everyone ....