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I LOVE YOU WINTER
I LOVE YOU SNOW
I AM BEING GENUINE I HATED THIS SHIT WHEN I WAS IN HIGHSCHOOL AND NOW THAT I'VE HAD 3 GREEN CHRISTMAS' I FEEL LIKE I TOOK THIS SHIT FOR GRANTED!
#mori speaks#funnily enough i don't have seasonal depression as bad this year#maybe its because i have a goal to work towards#plan to have a car at some point and from there get my own place#im sick of living in someone else's shadow#im desperate to make a life for me#and a secret second thing..
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im a davrooknevecanis truther
#dragon age#evon ingellvar#davrin#lucanis dellamorte#neve gallus#lace harding#davcanis#davrook#nevecanis#davrooknevecanis#evon and neve's relationship is so delightfully fucked up he's failed her at almost every turn they make each other worse#they'd still throw themselves in front of the other without a second thought#and their boyfriends are enemies to lovers#evon and lucanis have a weird secret third thing from losing davrin and neve after tearstone#(even though they get neve back)#and davrin and neve are normal (they can also kiss sometimes)#my art
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Stargazing, at the edge of the unknown.
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#wen qing#wen ning#animation#This was another fun experiment that I learned a lot from B*)#I think that stargazing was something WWX probably took for granted in his first life.#Namely that - despite seeming like the carefree type - he probably didn't have the patience for it.#Why look at the sky when there are so many other things to do at night? It's not like the stars are going anywhere after all.#And when he's in yiling...well he has far to much to do inside his cave or on night hunts to look up at the boring dots.#He's a moon guy - but only so far as 'is the moon phase bright enough to read under tonight? is is dark enough to sneak around?'#It's probably only after the end of untangling the web of secrets and murders in his second life -#-that he realizes the beauty in just...taking a moment and taking in the sky with someone by your side.#Luckily for him the high altitude and cold air of a certain cloud recess makes for excellent start gazing conditions.#Wen Qing would be in the know on what the constellations are. Almost entirely because Wen Ning kept asking her.#As an older sibling you can A) Lie or B) Delve deep into research to claim your throne of 'the knower'.#I have knowledge about many things because I craved being 'the knower' as a youth. Now I don't know anything ever.
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Are you?
#isat#in stars and time#isat spoilers#isat loop#isat fanart#isat siffrin#isat art#my art#art#in stars and time spoilers#isat sifloop#sifloop#AAAAAAAAAAAA#first things first#the flower dialogues make me insane#second#NEVER TRY TO DRAW PERSPECTIVE WHEN YOU COULDN'T BE BOTHERED TO LEARN IT#THAT FINAL PANEL KILLED ME I SPENT 4 MORE HOURS THAN IT SHOULD HAVE TAKEN TO DRAW THIS#I'm so mad that it looks good now because I NEARLY QUIT THIS 3 TIMES#thirdly yay! sifloop secret third thing!#what are they? it's as the flowers say! they can be anything#but they're important#I've been thinking about making this for so long i'm so so so glad i got to do this#callback to my first post as well! call this a sequel perhaps#LOOP YOU ARE SO SO IMPORTANT#TO ME AND TO SIFFRIN#TAKE THE BLINDING FLOWER
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[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post
#dc comics#dc#damian wayne#dick grayson#talia al ghul#batfamily#dc robin#nightwing#anyway. yes im a self-indulgent ''dick as damians secret third parent'' truther#like i DO think it's way more complex and nuanced than the schmoopy affectionate fan portrayal of it#they're brothers they're father and son they're partners they're the dynamic duo except only in past tense etc etc#but consider! I'm not immune to schmoopy affection in fanworks. it compells me despite itself#anyway it's technically not that crazy when it comes to dick and damian. they hug! often! at least they did#it's not as big a leap to these types of scenarios#also talia ''somewhat absent for complex reasons on both her and damians part but very loving and loved by her son'' al ghul#you will always be famous to me#son of the demon origin...bwahhh#anyway. someone made a comic kind of like this/like a post i made abt this topic#but way funnier bc dick and talia starting trying to beat each other up#so go look at that as well#anyway. it's been a somewhat difficult few weeks so I'm. desperately trying to take it easy#i got some reading with me (first vol of kevin smiths GA run that i found second hand and jaimes BB run vol 2!)#so we'll see how far i get through those. considering there's demons in my head telling me to re-read things (LET ME OUT!!!)#when i finish GA and BB i do plan on rereading robin 2021. as a treat to myself#it's a run I've really warmed up to as time went on#I'm keeping up w/ the current b&r run even though it is. admittedly very slow w/ some weird dialogue#i read it for the damian content more than anything. also nikas back so that's neat :]#idk I have a feeling that after absolute power shakes out we might get some more creative team switch ups#so if anyone at dc is interested in taking over the reigns on b&r...that could be very neat#mine
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Something about Adams hair intrigues me
#trc adam#adam parrish#the raven cycle#trc fanart#the raven boys#fighting for my life at uni atm#and it’s not the assignments#but another.. secret thing#a second secret even#anywayys
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"We were both silent for a little, and then he looked at me with a direct, gentle gaze. His face in the reddish light was as soft, as vulnerable, as remote as the face of a woman who looks at you out of her thoughts and does not speak.
And I saw then again, and for good, what I had always been afraid to see, and had pretended not to see in him: that he was a woman as well as a man. Any need to explain the sources of that fear vanished with the fear; what I was left with was, at last, acceptance of him as he was.
-The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin
#who doesn't want to be truly accepted by a companion who finally realizes you're neither a man nor a woman but a secret third thing: both#excuse me for a second#as i bang my head into the wall#the left hand of darkness#left hand of darkness#my art#i will draw genly properly after this i promise but#a) i wanted this to seem as much from his point of view as possible while including him in the picture#b) i still need to figure out his design#and yes the tent window doesn't make sense excuse me#i wanted to draw a pair of stars your honor and it fit the composition#let's pretend they somehow figured it out on Gethen
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part 2!!!! [read part one here]
transcript below the cut arranged into stanzas to help show where the rhymes are:
“that’s why they brought gem in? as a failsafe?” as a pawn. we were told to point her at whoever we need gone
“gem won’t hurt her allies. …yet.” the curse she carries will it’s had its eye on her since she lost the other eye she was specially selected for her hunting skill it’s quite the high honor. “wow. how generous.” we try
think about it: why does almost no one fight the curse? “given how fast scott killed skizz last season, i can guess.” [“any pain you spare your friends, you’ll have to suffer worse”?] it’s designed to shut down higher reasoning with stress
#if you still can't see the rhyme scheme try reading it out loud#if that doesn't work uh. idk. can't help you#my art#my poetry#grian#geminitay#smajor1995#bdoubleo100#inthelittlewood#secret life#grian and his terrible horrible no good very bad eldritch coworkers: the sequel#cant wait to post the next part so i can be like 'my three secret life comics. and yes they all rhyme'#this one narratively doesn't work nearly as well as a standalone compared to part 1#however i accidentally went way too hard and could probably upload the middle page + second to last panel as their own separate art pieces#tbh i'm considering putting an explanation of everything below the readmore buuut i don't feel like it atm. :3 later maybe#me and my 20+ life series headcanons i only allude to without explicitly stating don't need to explain ourselves#still experimenting with this webtoon-esque vertical comic style#still not sure i like it#it gets long too quickly#among other things#but it's very easy to read on a phone so
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"So what's the weirdest possible first (second) impression Loop could make on the party in postcanon?" "Yeah, that, probably."
+ Bonus
theyre just standing there in direct party order while this happens. normal tuesday.
#its not even purely aggression or a powerplay or anything i think they just fucking panicked and had to shut them up somehow#anyway . fluff reunion? angst reunion? how about just weird as fuck reunion. KEEP EM GUESSIN#in stars and time#isat#isat spoilers#in stars and time spoilers#isat fanart#in stars and time fanart#isat siffrin#isat loop#sifloop#hello again sifloop nation i bring you weird fucking takes once again#this sure is a different tone to the last thing i put in the tags huh? KEEP EM GUESSIN BABEYYYY#lucabyteart#in stars and time act 6 spoilers#anyway this is a truncated & amped up version of my headcanon reunion. which is to say loop sits on the edge of camp waiting to be noticed#& after what would be far more rambling than ive put here siffrin almost calls them that and loop stops them + makes it clear thats secret#but loop has had to travel some distance to get to them + has been stewing about it. knows they stopped existing for a while and came back#doesnt know why. blames it on siffrin. might not even have been them or a wish. but they jump to conclusions and have time to get mad#then like TWO SECONDS after they have this weird standoff reunion its RIGHT BACK to being buddy buddy and overly familiar with them.#just ultra confusing for the party. as confusing as humanly possible.
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Max and Lando, 2013
#lando norris#max fewtrell#the fond look max gives him in the second gif...early grave for me please i'm begging....#i need the secret behind the scenes pics that their parents have taken over the years show it to me adam norris... adam show it to me.....#they're soooooooo#*mando#for emptyhalf leaving it at their doorstep like a cat#nadia's things
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everyone keeps going wow i can't believe mumbo is so suspicious of the two most loyal life series members but you also have to remember his life series experience so far has been grian threatening and then succeeding to kill him while the southlanders fall apart and then dying to lava while butlering for grian and falling off a cliff because he was upset about a tower building contest that grian had a hand in and then dying to the warden that grian and etho brought to the surface. so like. he's not had the best track record
#mumbo jumbo#this man has gone through it#mostly because of grian#i really am so excited for this season w skizz in the mix too though#i think things will really be different this time (famous last words)#mumbo surviving more than 15 seconds longer than jimmy era now?#grian#skizzleman#wild life spoilers#wild life smp#trafficblr#traffic smp#secret life#last life
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Old and new gifts.
(timeline)
#one piece#monkey d luffy#sir crocodile#dracule mihawk#crocodad au#my art#my comic#described in alt text#💪energy recovered💪 (ish)#first one is about how when trying to pass you give up things you love for fear of it being too feminine/masculine. eventually you become a#bit paranoid about it and ends up avoiding things even cis people would wear/do. and! eventuallier! you go back to it! n wear what you love#second is because i needed to show off that nickname for mihawk. fkssf i hope it works. also. dagger. a secret tool for later ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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you better get to your knees (and bark like you want it)
#PIDW mobing#mobing#luo bingge#original mobei jun#original luo binghe#scumbag system#svsss#mxtx#RUNS AROUND IN CIRCLES#not a friend not a wife but a secret third thing#PLEASE i need more please please dont leave me desolate on this tag#the big boss and the second in command#the one bitch in this place that i dont have to be soft to#the loyal guard dog on a leash#THE ONE MAN HE DIDNT KILL#oh my godd i think i hauve covid
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Happy Birthday to Fallen London; My favourite British people beefing it with bats simulator.
#fallen london#ambition: nemesis#mr.cups#the grey mourner#Happy belated birthday to me: I finished my Nemesis ambition. I get to make a fun comic about it. THAT WAS THE DEAL!!!#...Is what I would have said had I not spent *four* days trying to draw a cool dramatic comic. This is all I have to show for it.#I also missed posting this on the Flondon anniversary so I'm double Smad and frustippointed at myself.#This is niche content but I know there are flondoners following me who will understand.#I had to make a second account because all my friends who I played with *also* picked Nemesis and dropped the game at various gates.#I failed every possible check at Knifegate. I was on the verge of madness. And yet I still love this game.#Little known secret about me: over 70% of the blogs I follow on tumblr are flondon rp blogs.#The cool art and character lore brings me a lot of joy!#With that said; what the hell is the coincidence that right as I finish Nemesis -#The flondon community starts a Nemesis Race.#Guys. it’s not worth it. It is a revenge quest about losing everything you have to see your task through.#All to culminate in the discovering that you are beefing it with a fanfiction writing bat.#That said; I do feel like this story was very satisfying for my melancholic doctor.#I knew I would get the choice between sparing or killing my nemesis (the bat) and I had a long time to think it through.#Someone who wants to save lives and (does as much as possible to do make things better for others) choosing against mercy?#Someone who never permitted themselves to let the city truly become a home because they were not a person - they were a tool for grief.#Alright..Yeah the ending was really good.#I will be back with a part two. Clearly I'm tenacious enough to commit to what I started.#If I am not excommunicated on sight by the flondon community I will be back with comics for the other ambitions.
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Runner
Steddie | Mature | WC: 3004 | Angst w/ a happy ending | AO3
“When I got to the shore I tried calling you guys but, uh,” Eddie paused where he crouched under the protective canopy of Skull Rock, taking a long greedy gulp from the canteen Dustin had tossed him as he stared up at their group. Even now he seemed to be making a concerted effort to avoid Steve’s gaze as much as possible, a detail Steve couldn’t help but notice.
“My walkie was busted, man. Drenched. So, uh, I did the thing that I do now apparently…” Eddie went on, wiping at the water dripping off his chin with the sleeve of his leather jacket, his mouth twisting into a wide, wry smile. “I ran.”
Despite the words being spat with anger and self-deprecating venom, Eddie’s dimples were on full display, a sight Steve hadn’t had directed at him in months. Seeing it now, like this, only made his heart ache.
Eddie wasn’t a runner, was the thing.
Steve knew that. Anyone with eyes knew that. Eddie would gleefully stare down a guy twice his size, go toe to toe with the meanest assholes Hawkins High had to offer without hesitation to keep his people safe. And sure, sometimes Eddie got his ass beat, but he hadn’t cultivated that freak reputation for nothing. These days, more often than not, bullies and their minions stood down when Eddie’s hackles rose.
“Do you know what time this was? The attack?” Nancy asked, business first as usual. As if she couldn't see the poor guy was on the verge of losing it, or probably she just didn’t care. It was all about the task at hand.
“Yeah, no, I… I know exactly what time it was.” Still wearing that same unnerving smile, Eddie began to unbuckle the watch on his wrist, tossing it at her. “My walkie wasn’t the only thing that got soaked.”
Nancy peered at the watch’s face, reading it off. “9:27.”
“Same time our flashlight went kablooey,” Robin said.
“Which means what exactly?” Steve asked, a hint of an attitude he couldn’t quite shut down before it came out of his mouth. He knew they were pressed for time to figure all this shit out, they were always under the gun when the Upside Down was involved, but he couldn’t help being annoyed about it. Couldn’t the world just stop for five fucking minutes to give them a chance to breathe a regroup? To give Eddie some time to process this mess he’d accidentally fallen into?
As Nancy and Robin continued to brainstorm, and Dustin paced around talking to himself and doing god-knew-what, Eddie took the opportunity to slink away. Either not realizing Steve still had his eye on him, or not thinking he’d follow, Eddie rose, stalking off under the alcove of the giant rock formation and out the other side.
With a pit in his gut Steve did move to follow, the idea of letting Eddie out of his sight now that they’d found him again filling him with panic. Of course, that was also the moment Dustin decided to pay attention to something except that stupid compass of his again, and quickly bounded to Steve’s side.
“I got it, Henderson,” Steve said, dropping a hand on Dustin’s shoulder to stop him in his tracks. “You stay here and put that brain to use or something.”
Dustin gave him a confused glare, and rightly so, Steve supposed. As far as he and everyone else was concerned he’d barely known Eddie before now, beyond the fact that they’d walked the same school halls for four years. Not even Robin had any idea that he and Eddie had a history.
A brief history that hadn’t ended well, because no, Eddie wasn’t a runner.
But it turned out that Steve… Steve was.
He found Eddie only a few yards away, off the trail and deep in the trees like he’d been searching for shadows to hide in, back turned, head bowed, and an almost imperceptible shake to his shoulders.
“Eddie?” Steve called out, softly.
Eddie stiffened at the sound of Steve’s voice, back straightening as he replied. “Leave me alone, man.” He sounded so small, exhausted, and totally unlike himself.
Steve wished he could say something to comfort him, tell him they’d figure this out, that it would be alright. But it would be a hopeful lie at best, and besides, he was probably the last person Eddie would want to take comfort from anyway.
“Come on, Ed—”
“Fuck off, Harrington,” Eddie hissed as he turned around, rubbing roughly at his face.
“I can’t,” was all Steve could say at first. He hadn’t thought through what it would be like seeing Eddie on his own, with no buffer from the group and nothing to distract him from getting lost in the draw of his presence and those dark fathomless eyes.
Eddie sneered, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
“I-I mean… I-I just don’t think it’s safe for you to be alone right now,” Steve stuttered out. “For any of us to be alone.”
Eddie scoffed. “Like you care.”
Steve took an involuntary step closer, his hands itching to reach out and brush the hair back from Eddie's face, to feel the stubbled skin of Eddie’s cheek under his palm. It took all his strength to hold back.
“I guess I deserved that,” he said through a puff of air.
He deserved that and more.
It’d all started last summer. A few days after the battle at Starcourt when Steve was desperate for a little pain management, something more effective than the measly Tylenol his parents kept in the medicine cabinet. On a whim he’d ventured over to Forest Hills, recalling rumors that Hawkins High’s own resident drug dealer, Eddie Munson, might sell something stronger than skunk weed if you asked nicely and could pay.
Steve was only hoping for a few prescription painkillers; what he got instead was dragged bodily inside by a boy he’d never shared more than two words with, sat down on a comfortable if well-worn couch, and given a bag of frozen peas for his still sore and swollen eye.
After a wordless once-over of the rest of him, Eddie had ducked out of the room, returning with a tube of some sort of cream and a frown so deep it made his forehead wrinkle.
“For the rope burn,” Eddie’d said in explanation as he carefully rubbed the stuff into the raw skin of Steve’s wrists and a few friction burns on his legs.
“It’s, uh, it’s not what it looks like,” Steve had said, dumbly.
Eddie leveled him with a flat look. “So you’re not a sub?”
“Sub?” Steve asked, crinkling his brow.
“Submissive? You know, dom, sub?”
Steve still had no idea what Eddie was on about, but the other boy clearly wasn’t buying it.
Eddie shook his head, unimpressed. “You don’t have to play cute, Harrington, I won’t tell anyone you were up to some freaky shit. I mean… who would believe me anyway?”
Freaky shit…?
Oh.
Finally, it clicked.
Somehow Eddie had gotten the entirely wrong idea about the nature of his wounds, and not being able to tell him the actual truth, he really had no choice but to let Eddie keep on thinking he’d been dabbling in bondage with an overeager date who apparently, ‘didn’t understand the concept of aftercare.’
“I’m not an expert in this shit or anything,” Eddie was quick to explain. “But I've read some magazines, and taking care of your sub after seems to be, like, the most important part of the whole thing.”
Steve swallowed hard, trying not to think about why Eddie had been perusing bondage mags, and what other reading material he kept stashed under his mattress.
“Good to know.”
He’d spent the rest of that night sinking into the comfort of Eddie’s couch and company, talking, getting to know Eddie, letting himself be known in turn, the whole while puffing on a shared joint until Steve was so high that he’d lost his filter completely. From one moment to the next he went from talking about his very public fight and subsequent break up with Nancy the year before, to telling Eddie how pretty he was, how he wondered what Eddie’s hair would feel like wound up in his fingers, and the next thing he knew he was straddling Eddies lap with his tongue down his throat, gaining an entirely new perspective and appreciation for dry humping.
The weeks that followed were somewhat of a blur.
In his daytime hours Steve refused to think about what he was doing, unable and unwilling to come to terms with what it all meant—about himself, about his sexuality, about what he wanted out of life. But in the night, he always found his way to Forest Hills.
What had started on the couch eventually made its way into Eddie’s bedroom. Steamy make out sessions led to frantic desperate handjobs, handjobs led to the most incredible head of Steve’s life—both given and taken—and when Eddie asked Steve to fuck him for the first time it was like the gates to heaven had flung themselves wide open. Before long Steve found he was living for those few hours where he gave himself over to it, to Eddie.
It was inevitable that the fragile bubble Steve had built would burst. He thought for a while it would be Robin, bugging him relentlessly for why he’d been too busy to hang out with her lately. In the end though, it was his own idiocy at fault. He should have known it was only a matter of time before he wanted more with Eddie than just casually hooking up.
And at the first sign of more, when the vision he had for the future began to shift and change, the children he’d dreamed of having one day vanishing before his eyes, he realized how different it would all be if he gave in to this. How difficult.
He panicked.
Shut down—shut it down.
With no word of goodbye or explanation he stopped showing up at the trailer, refused to answer Eddie’s calls, and did his best to pretend that Eddie had never existed once the calls stopped entirely.
It hadn’t worked.
Because Steve and his traitorous heart had fallen in love with a guy who’d probably only given him the time of day because it was convenient. Even if Eddie had at one point harbored the same feelings for him, by the time Steve came to any sort of terms with his sexuality, he was sure it was too late to go back and make it right.
More than once he thought about trying anyway. Showing up at the trailer unannounced like he had all those months ago to see if Eddie would let him in or slam the door in his face. But then the kids had started high school, and Dustin came bursting into Family Video so excited and fresh off his first day of freshman year to tell Steve all about his cool new friend Eddie who ran the D&D club.
Again, Steve had let himself be spooked, and regretted it every day since.
“Don’t worry about it, pretty boy,” the Eddie standing in front of him said, shaking Steve from his thoughts of the past.
“So we fucked. So what?” Eddie went on with a flippant shrug. “It was nothing. You had your fun experimenting and then went back to your real life. You weren’t the first, probably won’t be the last. Not that any of it matters now.”
“It matters to me,” Steve said, matter-of-factly, hoping Eddie would believe him but knowing with absolute certainty that he wouldn’t.
“Right,” Eddie snorted. “Since when?”
“Since always.”
“Oh please,” Eddie spat, eyes rolling in dramatic fashion. “Give me a fucking break with the good guy bullshit, I aint buying. You don’t have to lie to me just because we’re stuck in this nightmare together.”
“I’m not lying, Eddie, I–I…” Despite the months he’d spent imagining what he’d say to Eddie if he ever got the chance, Steve hesitated, choking on his words
“That’s what I thought.” Eddie gave a single nod, a barely audible sigh escaping his lips as he tried to push his way past Steve and back to the path.
“Could you just fucking stop for a minute!” Steve grabbed for Eddie before he could get completely out of reach, fingers circling his bony wrist and holding on for dear life. His mind was overwhelmed with the irrational fear that if he let Eddie walk away now, he’d never get another chance to fix this.
Eddie shot him a glare, but surprisingly didn’t try to pull his arm away.
“I know I don’t deserve it, but please let me explain,” Steve pleaded.
“I’m all ears, your highness.”
Steve's stomach turned sour at the reference to his old nickname. Eddie knew he hated it, that he hated so much of what and who he used to be, but he couldn’t exactly blame Eddie for wanting to hurt him too. And as much as he despised this tension between them, there was also a twisted part of him that hoped that if Eddie was this mad at him for disappearing from his life, maybe that meant he had cared for Steve too. Maybe it meant… he could care again.
“It wasn’t nothing,” Steve whispered, his thumb rubbing small circles into Eddie's skin where he was still holding on. “Not to me.”
“What?” Eddie breathed, staring down at the spot of contact.
“You said it was nothing. And I guess at first it was but…” Steve started and stopped, raking his free hand through his hair as he struggled to find the words. “When I showed up at your place that first night, all I was looking for was a little relief. I didn’t expect…” he trailed off, getting stuck again but he was determined to force this out now matter how painful it was to admit.
“I didn’t expect to fall for you.”
Eddie’s head snapped up at that, but his mouth remained closed, set into a tight line as he watched the bob of Steve's throat.
“I wasn’t ready to deal with it, any of it. The feelings I had for you, the fact that I was—am, whatever that makes me. I freaked out and I ran away and I’m so sorry. I should have talked to you about it, and instead I tried to bury my head in the sand. But I couldn't even do that right.”
Eddie was still dead silent, his gaze searching Steve’s face for a long beat before he finally spoke. “What are you saying?”
Before Steve could reply, Robin’s voice rang out from somewhere close behind them. “Steve? What are you guys doing out here?”
He resisted the urge to pull away, but looked back over his shoulder to see her standing near, eyes a little wide and confused.
“We, um, we gotta go. Little Einstein figured out how to find a gate and we think there’s one nearby,” She said, and quickly turned back the way she came.
Steve could have kissed her for not addressing what she’d surely seen, though he knew he’d have to deal with her and about a million questions later, which was fine. They were long overdue for this particular conversation anyway.
“Can we finish this later?” Steve asked, quietly when she was out of earshot, giving Eddie’s arm a gentle squeeze before finally letting go.
“Yeah,” Eddie replied, a little rasp to his voice, and looking almost as shell shocked as he had when they found him in the boathouse. “Yeah, okay.”
Steve wasn’t naive enough to think he’d fixed anything, not completely, but as they headed down the path to find others, walking side-by-side, it felt like they’d made a good start.
Steve should have seen it coming.
Wasn’t it the first rule of horror movies or something? Don’t promise someone you’ll talk to them later, and expect them to make it out alive.
Of course, Eddie did make it out alive, thankfully, if not quite in one piece. He’d carry some gnarly battle scars for the rest of his life, but the important bits would heal in time, and if Eddie allowed it, Steve would dedicate his life to making sure Eddie knew those scars of his only made him more beautiful. Proof that he cared so much for Dustin, and for the world, that he’d been willing to put it all on the line.
He just needed Eddie to wake up first.
Two days in the hospital came and went with no signs of change. The doctors all said they didn’t know why Eddie was still asleep, they were sure he’d wake up soon but with every passing hour Steve grew more and more afraid, his heart climbing into his throat whenever there was so much as a flutter of Eddie’s long dark lashes.
Steve refused to leave his side. Once he was cleaned up, bandaged, and medically cleared himself, he’d taken his place at Eddie’s bedside. An unmoving sentry, determined to be there holding Eddie’s hand the moment he opened his eyes. After an evening of false alarms, It was the middle of the night, on the cusp of day three when it finally happened.
“Steve?” Eddie mumbled in the quiet hush of the room as he finally came-to, nose wrinkling under the weight of the oxygen tubes when he tried to turn his head. “What are…” he paused, hacking a dry cough, voice rough with disuse. “What are you doing here?”
Steve raised Eddie’s hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against the back of it. before carefully setting it down on the bed so he could grab the cup at his side, the one he filled with new water every day, offering Eddie the straw and a smile.
“I’m not running away this time, baby.”
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unfortunately my heart rate cannot tell the difference between aerobic exercise and just sitting down so that’s cool
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