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[blushweddinggowns]

Eddie woke up with a pounding headache and an intense sense of dread. He groaned as he sat up, shutting his eyes to block out the searing light from the window.

He took a deep breath before opening them again, letting out a sigh of relief when he realized he was in his own room, safe in their apartment. But that wasn't stopping his pounding headache.

God, what the fuck happened last night? He remembered going to Gareth’s party, getting cross-faded. Then, just pure white-boy wasted as the night went on and someone brought out tequila shots. He remembered whining about missing Steve to some guy-

Oh god. The guy. It came screaming back to him, blurry and unfocused but there.

I can be your boyfriend for the night.

How the fuck had the line worked on him? Eddie didn't know, but he knew that it had. He remembered kissing him, whimpering into his mouth while moaning Steve’s name. How good it felt.

What the fuck had he done?

Pure panic was starting to set in. He cheated on Steve. He actually cheated on Steve. And for what? Because he hadn't seen him for a few weeks? It only took one vacation with Robin for him to destroy the trust they built? Was he that pathetic? That selfish? That idiotic?

He didn't even remember how far they'd gone. He didn't even know how he got home. Or if the guy came with him. The idea of him fucking someone else in their bed made him feel physically ill. Ill enough to have Eddie jumping out of bed, frantic as he looked around for any clues. But there was nothing. Just the evidence of the life he'd built with his boyfriend. The one that he had single handedly ruined.

Maybe he could just not tell him. Keep it secret for the rest of his fucking life. Track down anyone who did know and blackmail them to be quiet. That seemed more sane then coming clean. Sane enough to have Eddie stumbling out of his room in a hurry.

But before he could call Gareth to insanely demand the names of anyone who could have seen him, he smelled it. The scent of coffee brewing, plus the sound of a happy hum.

Steve was home. A whole day early.

Holy shit, Eddie was going to be sick. He was actually going to puke. The feeling bad enough to make his legs weak, so bad he crashed right into the wall.

Loud enough to have Steve calling after him, "Babe, is that you?"

Eddie opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

Not when Steve was rounding the corner, smiling at him like that. All soft and loving, "There you are. Rough night?"

Was that the last time he would look at him like that?

"Eddie?" Steve asked, frowning at his lack of answer, "Are you okay?"

Eddie wanted to die. He actually wanted to die. Why had he done this? But he couldn't lie to him. Not with the sweet, trusting way Steve was looking at him. He just couldn't.

"I need to tell you something," Eddie finally managed to choke out, his heart beating so fast he was scared Steve could hear it. Maybe he'd have a heart attack it he was lucky. Avoid this whole shit show through almost dying.

But he wasn't that lucky.

Steve cocked his head at him, "What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry, Stevie," Eddie said, letting his first thought come out, "I'm so fucking sorry."

"What are you talking about?"

"I kissed someone," Eddie blurted out, his hands shaking as he started to word vomit, "Last night. A-At the party I told you about."

Steve just stared at him.

"I-I was drunk!" Eddie went on, his voice coming out wet, "It didnt mean anything, I don't even know why I did it."

Steve still wasn't saying anything. He was just looking at him, his expression unreadable. It just made Eddie feel more desperate.

"Please say something," Eddie begged, "I know this is bad. I do. But I dont even know who he is. I-I won't do it again!"

Steve still had his head cocked as he looked at him, something in his eyes that Eddie didn't understand, "Is that all?"

Fuck no that wasn't all. Not when Steve was looking at him like that. Eddie didn't even think about it as he sunk to his knees, fully fucking ready to beg at Steve’s feet.

"I love you," Eddie tried, the tears he was holding back finally starting to fall, "I fucked up. I know I fucked up but please don't leave me. Please. I can make up for this. I can. Please."

It was hard to see him through the tears in his eyes, hard to comprehend anything through how fucking bad Eddie felt, the sheer amount of self-loathing nearly drowning him completely. His vision was cloudy enough to almost make it look like Steve was... smiling at him?

Steve reached down, grabbing Eddie underneath the armpits to help lift him back onto his feet. Strong in a way that still made Eddie's heart skip a beat whenever he saw it in action. He led a still sniffling Eddie to the couch, grabbing for his hand when they sat down.

"Baby, how do you think you got home last night?" Steve asked.

Eddie frowned, "I-I don't know. I don't remember."

"Do you remember what the guy looked like?"

Eddie swallowed, so nervous he was still kind of afraid he was going to puke. And he highly doubted that puking on Steve would help his case for him to stay, "I don't remember fully."

"What do you remember?"

Eddie sighed, looking down into his lap, "I remember missing you. And then a point where I got drunk enough to say it to anyone who would listen. Then this guy showed up and he said-"

"I can be your boyfriend for the night?"

Eddie snapped his head up, staring at Steve with his mouth open. How the fuck did he know that?

"And then did he do this?" Steve asked as he brought his hand up, cupping Eddie's cheek. Looking at him like he was the most precious thing in the world before placing his thumb on Eddie's bottom lip, teasing it with a smile, "Before saying you were beautiful?"

"I-yes? But how-"

"Honey," Steve sighed, a touch exasperated but mostly fond, "I got back last night. Then went to go find you when I remembered about the party."

Oh god, did that mean Steve saw the whole thing? Was this the calm before he kicked Eddie out? Was he about to be dumped-

"I can see your brain working babe, but it's working in the wrong direction."

"Huh?" Eddie asked, completely lost on why Steve was smiling at him instead of cursing his name.

"Eddie, it was me," Steve said calmly, though his face said he was holding back a laugh, "You made out with me. Before I took us home and you failed at trying to give me road head on the way home. Twice."

"I-what?" Eddie asked, shellshocked.

"You cheated on me with me, babe," Steve laughed, his calm face finally breaking, "Then when we got home, you cried about missing me to me. You're adorable when you're wasted. Stupid, but adorable."

"Oh my fucking God," Eddie breathed out, the reality of the situation hitting him. He groaned, hiding his face in his hands while Steve cackled next to him. He had never felt like a bigger fucking moron, Jesus Christ, "I am never drinking tequila again."

"Good idea," Steve chuckled as he pried Eddie's hands away from his face. He brought one to his mouth, kissing his fingers as he grinned, "But I love the honesty, sweetheart. 10/10. And the begging? Kind of hot."

"I was terrified!" Eddie moaned, staring up at the ceiling as a blush climbed up his neck, "You scared the shit out of me."

"You scared yourself!" Steve laughed, grabbing for Eddie's chin to force his head back down to look at him. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "My favorite little drama queen."

"You're a bastard," Eddie grumbled, like he wasn't smiling when Steve leaned in to kiss him on the lips, "Evil."

"But wasn't I a good boyfriend for the night?" Steve asked, laughing even harder when Eddie pinched his side. Eddie leaned in to kiss him again, effectively shutting him up as the last of his anxiety drained away.

But one thing was for sure. Tequila would be his worst enemy until the day he died.

Purely inspired by this post by @hawkinsbnbg

[juno-box]

I love how David gets a blurb that's essentially "His ass is NOT listening" 💀

[rrait2q]

"as a moth gnaws a garment, so doth envy consume a man."

[kikiknits]

Nupps are far superior to bobbles. You cannot change my mind.

[artish-boi]

Lady Justice

[i-eat-worlds]

Not Normally That Bad

@painful-pooch here you go! Hope you enjoy.

cw: PTSD flashback, drive-by shooting, minor injuries as a result of flashback, unspecified sportsball games

Whumpee checked their watch, swaying back and forth on their feet. They turned to Caretaker. “We’ve been in line for seven minutes.”

“Whumpee, nothing will stop me on my noble quest for popcorn.” Caretaker said. They gestured to the front of the line. “Besides, we’re nearly to the front.” The line moved forward a couple steps. “Alright. You’re buying me some Skittles, though.” “Okay, fair enough.” Caretaker said, and Whumpee smiled, satised.

Eventually, they reached the front of the line. “What can I get you?” The cashier asked. “Uh…I’ll have two large popcorns, a sprite and a coke, and a thing of skittles, please.” Caretaker pulled out their wallet to pay.

After paying for the always overpriced stadium faire, they headed back to their seats. Whumpee was skillfully holding the box of popcorn and the skittles in one hand and their drink in the other as they navigated through the crowd, blazing a path for Caretaker behind them.

They were climbing up into the stands, metal thunking beneath their feet, when the home team scored for the first time. The crowd went wild, hooting and hollering, blowing their horns and screaming their chants. Just this would’ve been fine. However, several weeks ago, one very intelligent man had the bright idea to shoot off fireworks whenever his team scored. A loud crack echoed over the stadium, bright orange and blue lights glimmering the air. It was a pretty display. Whumpee didn’t get to appreciate the colors.

Their vision narrowed, past mixing with the present in the worst way. The soda hit the stairs, followed by the popcorn and the Skittles. They were back on that damn street corner.

Whumpee could still smell the greasy food from the restaurant behind them, they could still taste their dinner in their mouth. They could hear the car driving down the street. It’s getting closer. They needed to run. They needed to-

Whumpee slammed into Caretaker’s chest, shoving them roughly to the side as they tried to ee down the stairs. Their feet were not quite their own, and they went tumbling downwards, knees slamming into the concrete at the bottom. It didn’t work. They weren’t fast enough. They’ll never be fast enough. The car was even with them and it was too late. Shots rang out. Five? Two? Just one? They don’t remember. Pain blossomed in their body a split second after. It’s hard to breathe and it hurts and-

The fall knocked the wind out of them, leaving them heaving on the ground, gasping for air. Caretaker rushed to Whumpee’s side, ignore how everyone around them was ever so politely doing the staring-while-trying-to-look-like-they-were-not-staring maneuver. “Whumpee?” they tried. They got no response.

Whumpee heard footsteps all round them, pounding and pounding and pounding. Somebody was screaming. No, everybody was screaming. When they finally tried to move again, it sent waves of pain cascading down their back. No more movement then, they decided. Caretaker sighed, then gently placed a hand on their shoulder. “C’mon, Whumpee.” They shook it a little bit, like Whumpee had told them too.

Someone was touching them. That had to be bad. It was always bad. They flung out an arm, dragging their nails down whoever’s hand it was, then went for the wrist, grabbing tightly and twisting it away from their body. It was the loud, pained gasp that sent the world ltering back in. Caretaker was kneeling beside them, holding their wrist protectively up against their chest, and their stomach dropped. A feeling of dread wormed its way through them, followed by a ash of anger. Why did they have to do this here, in front of all these damn people? “Fuck, Caretaker, I’m so sorry.” Whumpee’s face flushed red with embarrassment, and they mentally kicked themself under the table. “It’s normally not like that.”

“It’s alright. Not your fault.” Caretaker said, pushing themselves to standing. “It’s just a little sore.” They offered a hand for Whumpee to pull themselves up with. “Do you wanna stay for the rest of the game?”

“Not really, if that’s alright,” Whumpee said. Hesitantly, they took Caretaker’s hand and pulled themselves upright. They dusted the stadium oor grit o their knees, ignoring how their hands were still shaking. “Aight, home it is.” Caretaker bent down to collect the concessions they had dropped, handing Whumpee their drink back, as well as the skittles. They noticed the apprehensive look on Whumpee’s face, as if they weren’t quite sure if they were still welcome. “Don’t worry about it, Whumpee.”

For the remainder of the evening, they took turns throwing popcorn in each other's mouths while sitting on the floor. Whumpee was quite adept at it, deftly catching and swiftly eating several of Caretaker’s poorer tosses. Normally, Caretaker had better aim, but tonight they were tossing with their off hand.

They didn’t want Whumpee to see the bruise.

[justskulkingaround]

I am always so fucking like flattered and like I can’t handle the fact that people love my writing enough to talk to other people about it

[xjustonemoremiraclex]

"i'm worried about me too"

i mean, at least eddie's self aware. that's something, right? 😬

[mrsterlingeverything]

Im stupid like at this point i just need to apply to a horse related job that pays lolllll

[static-head]

Big spoilers for this one so be careful

OOOUUGHHHH!!!!!!!! Was not expecting to actually see my boy die in high definition even after that insane climb scene, like that was one of the coolest things I have seen and then boom, stabbed through the heart (stellaron)

This is such a cooler way to get your new path than what genshin did for elements, "oh you touched a statue, well here you go" is shit compared to "Are you willing to cary this burden? To tie all your fate and your convictions to me? If so then live and prove yourself."

THAT'S MY MC!! CAELUS IS THE GOAT! THE GOAT!!!

Died for the second time and this is the first thing you say to them? I want to kiss you in the mouth Caelus. He literally copes through jokes

[carnirot]

OH NO (2018)

beloved Kairo <3

btw these are all "uglified" before posting here, I don't trust ANYONE! Especially not Anon!

[whatmyface]

forever thinking about how kronos wanted to overthrow his father and got paranoid from the prophecy and zeus being paranoid of the same thing leading him to neglect ares and all he wants is his father attention and how ares breaks the generational trauma thats went for generations

[thundergrace]

Today, I've just made my 100th post on my side blog. That's hilarious 😂 It's really hilarious that I have a teeny tiny blog that is barely active and that I'm sure I've only had a few years less than this one.

But it's about one thing, so it makes sense.

[ripjulie-gone]

Julie ignores Mother's Day because her mother was a gigantic twatwaffle and she hates her 🙃

[goldensunset]

you! tumblr user!

[sleepygaymerdisease]