#me realizing that the melancholic genre in my Spotify really is accurate af

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🔀 Steddie ♡

Thank you!! The way I adore this song and its lovely melancholic vibes:

And the way that it fits it suuuuper well with the one I did before this is, quite frankly, insane, so you get a bogo free, because here's another one:

Steve knew that something had shifted for him in the boat on Lover's Lake. Because Eddie was....Eddie was a lot. A lot of good and odd and talent wrapped in a wet rat package, and if the glass against his neck had been the first alarm beckoning him to wake up, then him half-nakedly taking the plastic-wrapped light from Eddie before being dragged through yet another portal only to be rescued by Eddie in the Upside Down were the times when the snooze button fucking broke.

Look, Steve's love language was acts of service; he was gone from those first few hellacious days.

Thankfully, Eddie was the most active participant in the sending off, and off they went to Chicago where Eddie somehow managed to fall in with a band that, after a few years, blew up thanks to a right place right time kind of situation. They played locally, hitting up dives in and around the city as they built their discography and finally released their first album. A song off of it garnered radio play, and soon enough, there were calls for a tour.

Then the tour became a reality.

And Steve, eager and absolutely supportive of Eddie and his dreams, encouraged him.

"You're absolutely sure this is okay?"

Steve nodded, ignoring the way his stomach perpetually lived in basement of his body now. "You're my own Bilbo Baggins," he clung to a shed of humor to keep from breaking down about it, even with Eddie's face lit up from the reference. Steve cradled Eddie's face in his hands, pressed his forehead to Eddie's, whispering, "Just don't take over a year to come back to me."

"I can't do this, Steve. I can't be away from you like this." Eddie's arms squeezed his waist tight, trying to hold both of them together.

It was three months, touring as an opener from a band based out of Akron, and they'd be all over the country.

"You've always been there, and I don't-"

Steve shook his head, effectively cutting off Eddie's teary-eyed babbling. "You can, though. It's not forever, and who can say that they actually get to live out their dreams?"

Eddie sniffed, his big brown eyes absolutely massive with the yearning to come.

"See what it's like, baby. You know, while you can," he teased.

Eddie pinched his side with a watery, "You ass" that sounded a lot like, "I love you."

They wore the words out, left them as bruised and battered as their hearts, and they cried themselves to sleep more than just that first night apart.

But they, blessedly, had a long way to go with lots more I love yous and touches and tears, both good and bad. This is just a short paragraph in that chapter of their lives. And Eddie got to live out his dream.