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it seemed like a good idea at the time...
inspired by this panel in Action Comics 1067 (2024) art by Eddy Barrows, Cian Tormey, and Danny Miki
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A tiny comics for your feels.
I'm sorry
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đď¸ The Season of Nightingales đď¸
đžđ! FIC COMPLETE !đđž
IT'S DONE. đĽš
This is it.Â
This is the end of the story that made me get my AO3 account.Â
I've had this thing burning in my brain ever since the end of S2 came out in the summer of 2023, prompting the immediate need for resolution.Â
And now I finally have it. I hope you've enjoyed it too.
Read it from the beginning here:
đď¸The Season of Nightingalesđď¸
Fic Summary:
The Second Coming looms large. In this tale following the season after affection's seed is planted with a kiss, Aziraphale must keep his vow to fix Heaven before itâs too late, without asking the impossible from Crowley. As the effort is complicated by unexpected friends, an ex-Inspector Constable, a guileful Metatron, and a Heavenly floor full of the Blessed DeadâAziraphale and Crowley find navigating their relationship is not mutually exclusive from saving the world from Armageddon. Somewhere, somehow, there is an outcome where the Nightingales sing in Berkeley Square. The angels just need each otherâand maybe a little helpâto find it.
Final Chapter Excerpt:
Curtains of blossoming flowers and ivy fell over the window, casting leafy shadows against the opposite wall. The trim had been completely taken over by lengthy wandering branches that erupted from the gap beneath the door. Telescoping circles of sunshine cast a dreamy glow into the room. Angelic and demonic eyes adjusted to it, absorbing the yellow-green dawn with growing awe.Â
đď¸Finish the Fic from Chapter 36!đď¸
and with that... I'm done!
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đ¤Time for a MASSIVE list of shoutouts!đ¤
First, thanks to @addledmongoose, my first beta and one who helped me correct some of my long errant grammar stupidity and encouraged me when this fic (and my AO3 account) was just a wee baby.Â
Next, r/GoodOmensAfterDark, the GOAD Writers Guild, and @whickberstreetwriters, and all the lovely mods and modlings who have made those communities thrive!
Next, I bow low at the feet of my beloved betas â u/blackjeans93, @dbacklot99, and @demonsandpieohmy. Thank you from the bottom of my black heart, for putting up with my late ass updates while providing all the TLC I needed throughout these last few months. đ¤đ¤đ¤
Shoutout to @wiblywoblytimeywimey754 for her linguistic skills on Agnes Nutter!
And finally, thanks to the rest of you. To you GOADers, you GO tumblrs, you readers who leave comments and kudos and encouraged me to complete this instead of leaving it at chapter one. Thanks to the ones who were cheering me on from the sidelines.Â
Thanks to all of you.
I owe you all a glass of Talisker đĽ and a mighty cheers!
To the world, lovelies!
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Fin.
Hm....
Something feels unfinished.
But what could I be missing...?????
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Pspspsps.... @kotias......... did I do it right? đ
#good omens#ineffable husbands#good omens fluff#good omens fanfiction#Longfic#Post Season 2#Plot with Fluff#They're talking damnit#come rot your teeth#Ineffable intimacy#Sexy but also SFW#fic is finally complete omg yesss!!!!!
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AFTER
After Crowley slowly drives off, looking heartbroken and lost deep in thought.
After Aziraphale walks into the lift, contemplative and sombre.
I don't think Crowley goes off on a binge drinking session or a hundred. I don't think he goes looking for someone new. I don't think he sleeps until whatever happens next, happens.
I don't think Metatron will succeed in keeping Aziraphale under his thumb as he envisioned. Unless he does something drastic and awful to him (locks him away, erases his memory that kind of thing), Aziraphale will find a way around rules. As he's always done.
And Crowley back on Earth is thinking about what he's learned in Heaven, that he had no time to tell his beloved. He will think about the way Gabriel, who he still hates with his whole being, said no to another Armageddon and was going to be punished for it. He will think about how Aziraphale was willing to try everything to save the world the first time, up to killing a child in the end. And the danger he's in now. Because he will try the same thing again for sure.
Aziraphale wasn't in Heaven for 6000 years, but it didn't change much in the meantime. He still can't stand it, but he also knows it holds prisoners; millions of lonely, overworked angels who never had the chance to learn how to question anything.
Crowley will do things. He's good at doing things after the first shock of a crisis. Just jumping in and trying something. He might go speak to the only other nice angel he knows. He might have questions. He hasn't been in Heaven in a long time. Where is God he asks. When was the last time anyone seen Her. Did anyone get any messages directly from Her since Jesus died on Earth? Aziraphale will find ways to speak to angels no one spoke to for hundreds, maybe thousands of years. He will be kind, gentle and curious and he will answer questions about Earth with a farewell look in his eyes and the angels will beg him to show it to them sometime and the Supreme Archangel will promise to try. Crowley will think back to the tentative talks they had in the last few years about what is most likely to happen. To them. To the Earth. To Heaven. To Hell. When.
Aziraphale will touch his lips and miss his home intensely, vowing to himself to find a way to save it. Again and again. To save his beloved, even if he'd never take him back (but he has hope) to save what matters. And what matters is to be free. To have a choice.
Crowley will think about Aziraphale, hugging the soft grey cardigan to himself, hoping his angel will find a way to break from Heaven. To snap the chains that hold them in the unforgiving system they exist in. And he knows Aziraphale will. Because he has faith. He is mad, but not at his angel. His angel is the only one he can trust. He will wait.
Aziraphale, Guardian of the Eastern Gate and Crowley, The Serpent of Eden, who lead humanity to question rules and choose the option to know; understand that nothing is perfect. It never was and never can be. And they want to keep it that way.
After pt. 2
#good omens#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable husbands#aziraphale my beloved#good omens 2#good omens thoughts#the final fifteen#post season 2#justice for aziraphale#justice for Crowley#kaypost
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Eddie skims the books on the shelf in front of him, there was no use in trying to find one he was actually interested in. He was just going to end up forgetting about it and picking up one of the lord of the rings books again. Instead he just lets himself wander through his thoughts. Letting his body go in autopilot as his fingers gently brush the spines of dozens of books.
He should be in gym class, but he isnât. The consequences of skipping were far better than those of actually showing up. The last time he went (over a month ago now) he ended up walking out with a chipped tooth and black eye. And he canât forget about the bruised ego.
Walking at the end of one aisle, he carefully turns and moves himself into the next. Preparing to loop through said aisle again but nearly jumping out of his skin when he nearly falls over another person. A person who was sitting down, back pressed to the shelf he was walking the corner of.
A croak like noise comes out of the back of his throat as he nearly tumbles face first into carpeting. Stumbling forward a bit and catching balance on the shelf to the left of him. Secretly praying to all thatâs holy that he didnât somehow know the entire shelf over.
âJesus H Christ.â He spits out, a hand pressed against his chest as he dramatically breathes heavier then normal. Putting on a show for whoever nearly killed him. Turning around to face the culprit he nearly jumps back again startled.
Sitting, pretty pathetically Eddie would say, was a very beat up Steve Harrington. Who looked like a horror book came to life. His eyes, or eye was a bit glossed over and wide as he starts stuttering over his words a bit. Obviously having a moment before Eddie came along and crashed the party.
âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean to trip you up like that.â Steve visibly cringes at his own words, as if he was also aware he seemed pathetic.
âEh- itâs alright. Not the first time a king has tried taking me out.â He grins, before faltering a bit as he remembers that the other wouldnât understand his DnD campaign reference.
He begins to walk away, wanting the entire awkward interaction to be over. But he canât help but be just a bit nosy as his eyes glance down at the book in Steveâs lap. It probably had been open at one point, but it was now closed and Eddie is secretly thankful he can read upside down.
âHead injuries huh?â He points out. âDidnât take you for a reader King Steve.â He drags the otherâs name out a bit longer than he has to as he crosses his arms over his chest and cocking a hip out. He didnât personally enjoy talking with asshole jocks, but what he did enjoy was knowing some things. He liked having some lore for the people around him.
âIâm not.â Steve snorts as he lifts the book up. âJust trying to do some research, I donât know if you have eyes or anything but my face is pretty smashed in right now.â He retorts back with a little bit of sass. Eddie notes how his words slur up a bit, like he was drunk. But Eddie could spot a drunk anywhere and Steve Harrington seemed a hundred percent sober.
Furrowing his eyebrows, just a bit concerned he doesnât let up the banter. Purposely forcing his eye lids open with one hand and jokingly pressing the finger tip against his eye before pulling back. Blinking the tears out of his slightly agitated right eye as he brings two thumbs up and comments, âwe are in the clear I, Eddie Munson, let the record show, have eyeballs.â He grins dramatically.
âWant a gold star for that poncho.â Steve snorts, shaking his head a bit obviously amused. His body tensed up a bit as he goes a bit pale for a moment, squeezing his eyes shut with shaky breathes as his fists tighten around the book he was holding.
âYes I do in fact want a gold star-â Eddie mumbles out gently, face scrunching up a bit more worried now as he moves his crossed arms from off his chest and moves a few steps closer to the other.
âHey Harrington, you alright? You donât seem like your typical charming self.â He comments as he hesitates for a moment before he crouches down. Leaving a few inches between the two of them.
Steve gives a weak nod of his head before he adjusting himself. âYeah- just moves my head too much. Happens sometimes you know?â He chuckles gently.
âOh thank god, you were looking a little green. Was worried you were about to hulk out on me buddy.â Eddie jokes a little, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Lifting his hand up and running one of his rings against the bottom of his lip before glancing back down at the book.
âFind anything good in there, or are you just holding it for show?â Eddie asks gently, trying to come off a bit more teasing.
Steve snorts again, sounding a bit stressed as he nearly shakes his head no again but stopped ps himself. âNo, couldnât even make it through the first page without wanting to throw up.â He groans as he quickly adds. âNot because I donât want to read it, itâs just the words wonât sit still and it hurts my eyes which then hurts my head.â He groans as he opens his eyes back up fully and looks down at the book with a little huff.
âCould always get a nerd to do your homework for you,â Eddie jokes, slightly hinting towards Wheeler. âHeard that girlfriend of yours had a decent brain on her, she seems like the type to understand that youâll need help.â He tilts his head to the side as he looks at the other.
Steve makes a noise that Eddie canât even place, it sounded like the mixture of a laugh and a snort combined. âCanât, Iâm pretty sure she cheated on me with Byers. Donât want to feel any more stupid around her.â He mumbles the last sentence out.
Eddie looks a bit surprised, he hadnât taken Mrs Priss to be a cheater. Though he furrows his eyebrows again in thought. âIf you give me a twenty Iâll read that book for you and try answering any questions you have.â
Eddie didnât want to seem completely like a sweetheart, he had to keep up the image he had going on or else people wouldnât take him seriously during deals. And he didnât want to ruin said image to Steve Harrington of all people.
Steve squints his good eye at Eddie suspiciously, âIâll pay you a hundred if you donât mention this to anybody else.â
Eddie feels a little bit shitty for doing this but an image had to be kept.
âYouâve got yourself a deal Harrington.â His grin isnât fully authentic as he takes the book from the other and does a playful salute as he stands up fully and begins to walk away.
#Eddie is a worried wart#Steve may become a lost sheep#a drabble of sorts#donât know if Iâll do another part#just wanted to write and see where it took me#Iâm back!#steddie#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steve x eddie#bxb#steveharrington#steveddie#eddie stranger things#steve and eddie#Steve has head injuries#hoh steve harrington#Steve has a concussion#post season 2
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Paper Hearts Part 8
Here we go! The end! This is not the last foray into this little 'verse however! There will be a sequel called Sweet Surrender. It will chronicle their first date, their first time (so it will be mature), and senior prom. Look for that starting next week.
Still not sure about WIP Wednesday tomorrow, but I'll keep you posted.
Steve gets to see one of the recipients of his pinks hearts, Eddie spirals a bit, and true love prevails. As it should.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
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Steve was finally able to witness one of his anonymous hearts being received on Tuesday. Last week all the hearts had been shoved into peopleâs lockers, accidentally following the lead of Steveâs admirers. He strongly suspected Chrissy was the reason for that.
But in the three days leading up to Valentineâs day, the hearts were being passed out in classes. Something teachers strongly objected to but students loved.
He was in his geometry class, trying not scratch out his own eyeballs from the sheer monotony of all the numbers starting to blur together, when Chrissy and another junior cheerleader came into the class, but as it was merely quiet student time and that he wasnât actively teaching, there was nothing the teacher could do but silently stew.
They started listing off the names of the students who had gotten pink hearts alphabetically. Steve wasnât surprised when he got a small stack again. Most of them were from Frodo, Merry, Pippin, and Sam. The first name was weird, but others seemed fairly normal. And of course, one from Kas.
He looked around and saw that some kids were snickering because they were getting to the later half of the alphabet and Joni Quincy. She was little fatter then her classmates but in no way overweight. But that didnât stop people from mocking her. The fact that she braces didnât help either.
âJoni Quincy!â Chrissy said, clearly.
The class got so quiet you could hear her sharp gasp.
âAre you sure itâs for me?â she asked shyly, like she was expecting to be pranked or tricked.
Chrissy shook her bright ponytail. She came over to the girlâs desk and handed her the heart. It was only the one, but Steve could tell it made all the difference. She smiled brightly and laughed.
âThatâs sweet!â Nicole said over her shoulder. âAnonymous. But itâs still cool someone thought of you.â
The rest of the class went well until afterwards when one of the members of the football team grabbed out of her hand.
âYou shouldnât send notes yourself,â he sneered, holding it above her head so she couldnât get back.
âI didnât!â she cried.
Steve stood up and swiped it out of the dudeâs hand. âLeave her alone. The point of the friendship hearts are for stuff like this. Knock it off.â He turned and glared at the teacher.
The teacher stared back at Steve for a moment and then sighed.
âMr. Olsen, please refrain harassing your fellow students.â
The kid just shrugged and stormed out of the class. Steve handed it back to her.
âIt is a sweet message,â he said with a smile.
-Joni
Braces may suck right now,
But the smile youâll get in end
Will be worth it, so donât hide your smile
A Former Braces Wearer
She returned his smile widely, showing off the braces. âIt is. It was nice to get a heart.â
Steve just nodded and then gathered up his stuff to go. He could feel the warm glow in his chest expand as he watched her talk with one of the other girls in the class about the heart.
It felt good.
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All week long, Eddie watched Steve get the pink hearts and brighten every time. They had a couple of classes together and he always lit up when the hearts arrived.
Sometimes, he would catch him looking disappointed, but by the end of the day that kilowatt smile would be back on.
He couldnât figure out the cause. There never seemed to be a rhyme or reason for the change in mood.
So he asked one of the Hellfire Club members that had classes with Steve to see if she noticed a difference.
âMaybe itâs your special hearts,â she said with a grin.
Eddie rolled his eyes. âNo, itâs not. Come on, at least take this seriously. Oh! Maybe heâs getting them from Nancy!â
âWhy would he even want pink hearts from her?âJanice said cocking her head the side in confusion. âLike he was madly in love with the girl and itâs pretty damn clear that whatever went on that week in November, it really crushed the guy. Iâd think heâd be disappointed getting one from her rather than not getting one from her until it appears later in the day.â
He frowned. But that had to be it. There was no way that Steve was interested in his hearts. Maybe he just liked the color change and thatâs what it was. Because there was no way he was interested in the heart giver unless he thought that it was a girlâs name. Kas could be short for Kassie after all.
Janice grabbed his shoulders and shook him. âYou are spiraling and itâs a little freaky, stop.â
Eddie head snapped, he had forgotten she was even there. He turned on his most charming smile. âYouâre talking to the head freak, baby. Canât get freakier than me.â
She rolled her eyes, not charmed in the slightest. âI know what you are, Edward Munson. Donât you forget it.â
He kissed her cheek. âNever.â
As he walked off, a locker slammed and Janice jumped. She turned around to see Steve Harrington standing up from his locker.
He hadnât been there when Eddie came up to her, she knew for a fact. Eddie wasnât stupid enough to talk about someone when they were literally feet away. So he must have come later. Which meant the question was âhow much did he hear?â
She really hoped the answer was none of it.
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Steve had to go out and get a different book for all the all the hearts he had received. He still kept the ones from âKasâ in his wallet. Those were his favorite.
He never was good at hiding his emotions, despite what his father had tried to drill into him over and over again. So when he would get pink hearts every period, he would be disappointed when the Kas hearts werenât there.
Which was rude. He enjoyed all the hearts he got. He loved every little silly message, even from the ones Dustin said were clearly from a metal band.
He had fun taking the hearts with names he knew werenât in the year book to Dustin, because he would explain the reference to him.
By Wednesday night, Steve had added three more Kas hearts to his wallet. All sweeter than the last.
He knew he was developing a crush on whoever this was.
Then Dustin finally figured it out the day before Valentineâs day.
âItâs probably a dude,â Dustin said with a grimace.
Steve tilted his head in confusion. âWhat do you mean?â
Dustin got out a large hard back book and flipped through it. He stopped on a page about half way through and handed it to him.
Steve sat on the kidâs bed with a thump. He must have read a dozen times before he looked up at him.
âBut theyâre friendship hearts,â he said. âWhy would it matter if itâs a guy or not?â
Dustin sat on the bed next time him and gently took the book back. âBecause youâre acting like you do when you have a crush.â
Steve blinked at him a moment. He frowned in thought. âYou think so?â
He nodded.
âOh.â
He thought about all the times he wished it was Eddie who was Kas and then it hit him. He wanted it to be Eddie, not because he had a crush on Kas, but because he had a crush on Eddie.
âAnd if I said I didnât mind it?â he asked softly. âThat it might be a boy?â
âAre you gay?â Dustin asked, rearing his head back in confusion.
Steve shook his head. âBoth. I like both.â
Dustin frowned appreciatively. âOkay then.â
âOkay?â Steve wasnât sure he was hearing this. He had always imagined that there would be more screaming involved.
âOkay,â he repeated. âYou have a big heart, it makes sense that youâd like both.â
Steve gave him the biggest hug. âThanks, Dusty.â
âOh!â he said, pulling away after a moment. âI found out about that Dorks and Dweebs club you were talking about!â
Dustin glared at him. âIt stands for Dungeons and Dragons. Something Iâve told you over and over again.â
Steve ruffled Dustinâs hair. âThe club is called The Hellfire Club and they do accept freshmen.â
âThey named themselves after that club in The X-men?â Dustin squealed. âThatâs so cool.â
Steve blinked for a moment. Yeah, that made more sense then a bunch of high schoolers naming their club after a Satanic and gay club from the 1800s. Hey, he read. He had found a book on history of clubs in England at the local library, and thought they meant soccer. They had not.
Dustin bombarded him with questions about the club and Steve answered him the best he could. After all the kid figured out his Kas so it was the least he could for him.
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Valentineâs came and Steve was the recipient of three red hearts. But as he searched through the pink hearts there was no Kas. The end of school came and he still hadnât looked at the red hearts yet.
Eddie came up to his locker as he was shoving his books into it. âHey, Stevie, why the long face?â
Steve sighed and closed the locker, turning around to sit on the floor. âIâve been getting these pink hearts from a specific person all week and all last week and I didnât get one today. So I guess Iâm a little bummed by it.â
Eddie dropped his bag and sat down next to Steve. He drew his knees up and draped his arms over them, linking his thumbs together.
âMaybe they sent a red heart instead?â he said, bumping their shoulders together.
Steve shrugged. âTheyâve been all pink hearts up until now, so...â
âWhat makes this one so special then?â
âI have a friend that is really big into D&D,â Steve murmured.
Eddie gasped and held his hands to his chest. âYou, Steven Harrington, has friend who likeâs D&D?â
âHeâs more like a little brother to me,â he explained with a shrug, âheâll start high school next year. But anyways, heâs been telling me all the references from pink hearts from the ones that wanted to be anonymous.â
âAnd thereâs a D&D reference in there?â Eddie asked, looking over at him. He knew there was, but maybe Steve had been getting hearts from someone else in Hellfire or another secret D&D nerd he knew nothing about.
Steve nodded and pulled out his wallet. âItâs the same person that left the hearts on my door over the weekend.â He pulled out all ten hearts to Eddieâs awe.
âYou kept all of them?â he whispered as he gently took them from him. Eddie fanned them out like a deck of cards and then tilted his head. âTheyâre out of order.â
Steve frowned as he watched Eddie successfully put them in order and a pattern emerged. The colors had shifted darker and darker with each day. Until the one he got yesterday was a really dark pink.
He looked down at the red hearts that he had set on the floor to pull out his wallet. He picked them up only to be snatched from by Eddie.
âNicole Hawkins?â he said dismissively and tossed it over his shoulder. âSheâs too boring.â
Steve huffed out a laugh.
âLindsey Addams?â he said with a snort, tossing it after Nicoleâs red heart. âHas a boyfriend and is only looking for someone she can use to make him jealous.â
Steve smiled. That one he knew. He was down on all the gossip, he just didnât know Eddie was too.
He handed the final red heart to Steve and smiled. âThere you go.â
Steve took the heart and his smile matched Eddieâs when it showed it was from Kas.
âYou know,â he said softly. âI wanted them to be from you. He told me about Kas the Betrayer and how whoever was sending them was probably a guy. But I wanted them to be from you since I told you my secret.â
Eddie gulped. He hadnât been expecting that. He had been shoring himself up that Steve would think it was a girl and he would walk away with a broken heart when he found out it wasnât. But staring at this gentle boy with a big heart who just wanted to do something nice for the girls that wouldnât get even so much as a single pink heart, he knew. He knew that there would be no walking away for either of them.
âTheyâre from me,â he admitted. âI fell so hard for you, Stevie. And I hoped that by gradually changing the colors of the hearts you see that I was gearing up to tell you I loved you.â
Steve blushed and ducked his head. âSorry I missed that.â
Eddie bumped their shoulders together again. âItâs all right, I got to see the cutest pout when you thought I hadnât given you a heart today.â
âYouâll let me make it up to you?â Steve asked, raising his head.
âTake me out on a date and shower me with that patented Harrington charm,â Eddie said with a grin. âAnd weâll call it even.â
Steve laughed. âLooks like I have plans for Valentineâs day after all.â
Eddie stood up and held his hand out to him. Steve took it and Eddie helped him to his feet.
âSure do, big boy,â he said with a grin.
Steve laughed and let Eddie lead him out to the parking lot. It was nearly empty but that was perfect.
Eddie walked Steve to his car.
âIâll pick you up at five, okay?â Steve whispered.
Eddie pursed his lips and nodded. He walked away, but as Steve got his in car, Eddie suddenly leapt into the air and whooped!
Steve shook his head and smiled fondly. He had started the month feeling sorry for himself and now he had a date with a sweet boy on Valentineâs day.
Life was already looking up.
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ok, officially declaring this piece FINISHED :D
closup :P
womp womp
#kores art#good omens#crowley#anthony j crowley#ineffable divorce#good omens s2#the bentley#sad crowley#post season 2#go2#go2 spoilers#go2 fanart#crowley good omens
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Whatâs a few orgasms between hereditary enemies? Itâs not the end of the world, right? Right?
Crowley stared at his whiskey, and refused to acknowledge that this moment would ever end, and didnât think about just how close Aziraphale was, how he could almost feel the heat of him on the whole right side of his body, didnât think about what it would be like to touch him againâ
Aziraphale shifted on his stool, and now his thigh was pressed up against Crowleyâs. Crowley drew in a sharp breath, surprised, but Aziraphale kept looking straight ahead.
He probably hadnât noticed he was doing it, Crowley reasoned with himself. Get your head out your arse, you demonic fantasist, and â
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Rating: Explicit
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welcome to hell, my little lord
#had this in my sketchbook for a long time and suddenly felt like sharing it#black butler#kuroshitsuji#ciel phantomhive#o!ciel#sebastian michaelis#demon!ciel#demon!sebastian#post season 2#sebaciel
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Travelling Universes
#digital art#click for higher quality#arcane#arcane league of legends#arcane fanart#arcane viktor#jayce talis#jayvik#arcane jayce#post season 2#viktor arcane#happy ending
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Kara shows us how it's done.
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The Babysitter Chronicles - Henderson
Steve POV 5+1 (immediately follows s2) || wc: 1.8k || full fic ao3
Henderson || Mayfield pt 1 / Mayfield pt 2 || Sinclair || Wheeler || Byers || +1 Hopper
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This has been the worst week of Steveâs life.
Not only does Nancy think heâs bullshit, he found out she never actually loved him, she cheated on him, and she partially blames him for Barbâs death.
He was almost eaten alive by alternate dimension monster demodogs, almost died at the hands of Billy fucking Hargrove, almost died in the backseat of Billyâs car, and then almost died again in the tunnels.Â
Heâs pretty sure he has a serious concussion and a broken nose. The stitches on his forehead are starting to itch. Heâs had a migraine every day since, and thereâs ringing in his ears.
Steve honestly thought he could put all of this Upside-Down shit behind him. Pack it away in a tiny box and move on. Yet he was dragged into it once again, forced to protect kids he barely knows from both monsters and humans.Â
He deserves to get paid for this shit, to be honest.Â
Heâs got no friends to sit with at lunch, no girlfriend to love him, and no parents at home to take care of him.
After spending the week at home alone, wallowing and recovering, he found himself thinking of the kids. It was the first time he felt anything other than misery and physical pain. But they were big, complicated emotions that heâs still untangling. Heâs been able to pick out fear and anxiety, annoyance, exasperation, andâ surprisinglyâ fondness. When he thinks of the kids, heâs hit with a surge of fierce protectiveness and devotion.
Heâs got nothing to show for his life and no one to spend it with. Those kids, though, needed him in a way heâs never felt before. It was life or death, and they trusted him to keep them safe. Now that itâs over, even If he isnât necessarily wanted, maybe he could at least continue being useful.
Which is how he finds himself pulling up to the same curb as he did a week ago. At least this time heâs not here about the Upside-Down; although, knowing Dustin, he wouldnât be surprised.
âSteve!â Dustinâs running out the front door and down the driveway in just a t-shirt and sweatpants despite the chilly November morning. He plows into his chest at full speed and almost sends them both toppling over. âSteve, holy shit youâre here! Oh shit your face.â
âHey man, language ok?â Jesus, the mouth on this kid. âRelax twerp, ease up on the hug, you're killing my ribs.â
Dustin immediately drops his arms and backs away, looking cowed. Steveâs going to have to work on his approach, apparently the kidâs sensitive. Or maybe Steveâs still a bit of a bully, another part of himself that needs to be fixed.
âItâs ok, Dustin, donât worry about it. Just a little sore still.â
He perks back up again, bouncing up and down on his heels. The little gremlinâs toothless smile is so damn cute Steve wants to give him a noogie.Â
âOk then,â Dustin replies, âso why are you here?â
âUhhh, actually Iâm here to talk to your mom.â Feeling suddenly awkward, Steve runs a nervous hand through his hair. He hisses as it pulls on his stitches.
âMy mom?â he asks, incredulously. âWhy? Whatâs going on?â
Steve supposes he shouldâve thought of this. It makes more sense to talk with Dustin before actually asking his mom for permission, but he hadnât practiced this part. Now here he is, facing down an over-dramatic middle schooler and heâs actually nervous about it.
âYeah, I kind of noticed youâre an only child, and you donât really have a dad around.â
Dustinâs face falls, morphing into a scowl. Shit, Steveâs barely said one word and heâs already messing this up.
âNot all of us have rich parents who buy us whatever they want,â the kid huffs, crossing his arms and kicking non-existent rocks.
âNo wait, ok look Iâm sorry Dustin, thatâs not what I meant. Iâm not really great at talking about stuff like this. The important stuff anyways. Let me try again. Please?â
The kidâs still scowling, but his body relaxes a bit and he nods.
âOk Iâll start over,â Steve continues. âEven though we were dealing with all of the Upside-Down shit and it was literally the worst week of my entire life, I enjoyed having you around. Iâd sleep better at night if I knew you twerps are safe and I know you donât really have anyone around other than your mom and the other gremlinsââ
âThe Party.â
Steve stares at him, mouth hanging open as heâs cut off mid-sentence. Heâs in the middle of pouring his heart out to this mouthy ten year old and heâs got the audacity to interrupt him.
âThe what now?â
âThe Party, Steve.â The little shitâs tone is overflowing with condescension. âThe group. Weâre called the Party. You know, like in DnD?â
âWhat the hell is a dandy?â
âYou, kind of,â Dustin mutters under his breath. Steve doesnât really know what that means and coming from this kid he probably doesnât want to. âD and D stands for Dungeons and Dragons, Steve. Itâs a role playing game.â
âWhoa, alright I think youâre a little too young to be playing role playing games.â
âIâve literally been playing for three years.â
âYouâve been roleplaying since you were seven?â
âIâm thirteen Steve!â Heâs pretty sure Dustinâs screeching can be heard from the other side of town. âWhat are we even talking about right now? Why are you here, at my home, looking for my mom?â
âI want to be your goddamned babysitter!â Steve screams back. He takes a deep breathâ in and out. This kidâs going to be the death of him, he just knows it.
He looks down to find Dustinâs eyes wide and mouth formed in a perfect oval. The kidâs shocked, either from what Steve said or that he literally shouted it in his face. Now itâs Steveâs turn to kick rocks. He shuffles back and forth, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep them from tugging his hair again.
âYou guys almost died, man,â Steve says softly, avoiding eye contact. It makes this part easier. âYou almost died, and if I hadnât been there, I have no idea what wouldâve happened. Maybe you all wouldâve been fine, I donât know. But it was my job to keep you safe, and you donât have anyone else around except your mom and the gremâ I mean the Partyâ to look out for you. I had to quit basketball thanks to Billy, and Nancy broke up with me. My parents are literally never home, so Iâve got a lot of free time on my hands. Figure I could use some of that time keeping you out of trouble.â
Dustinâs face hasnât changed, still devoid of any emotion other than shock. God damnit, Steve really messed this up. He looks around and rubs the back of his neck. His skinâs prickling with nerves as he starts to sweat and he takes a step backwards towards the safety of his car.Â
This was a stupid idea. Why would any of these kids want anything to do with him? Heâs nothing like them: smart, nerdy, can save the world without taking a beating. Steve thought he could be useful, worthwhile to someoneâ to Dustin. He should know better by now.
âLook, Iâm sorry. Iâm just going to go,â Steve says. But as he turns to leave, Dustin slams into him once more. Steveâs breath whooshes from his lungs and a lightning strike of pain travels up his back. He thinks heâs shaking from the pain, except his crewneck is starting to feel damp against the kidâs face and he can see Dustinâs shoulders practically vibrating. âHey, Dustin. Hey itâs ok, are you alright? Whatâs wrong man, talk to me.â
Dustin doesnât look up, just keeps his face buried in Steveâs sweatshirt and grips him tighter. It hurts and it aches and it pulls at all of his injuries. He still lets Dustin hold on for as long as he needs to.Â
Thereâs a slight movement out of the corner of his good eye, and he glances up towards the house to see a small, curvy woman smiling at them through the window. Not wanting to dislodge Dustin, he slightly lifts his hand to wave. Heâs surprised when she honest to God clutches her heart and wipes what he assumes is a tear from her eye.
Steveâs already worried he screwed this whole thing up. He definitely didnât think it would happen in front of a goddamned audience.Â
The kidâs still holding on, but the shaking has subsided and heâs breathing easier. Steve smashes his hat to ruffle his hair, and Dustin backs off with a shriek. His face is covered in red blotches matching his bloodshot eyes. Steve looks down at his sweatshirt to find a tears-snot-spit wet patch stained into his chest.
âDude, gross,â Steve huffs. At least heâs wearing an undershirt. Dustin just chuckles.Â
âLike friends?â Dustin asks, still wiping at his face. âI wouldnât mind, you know, hanging out. Whenever youâre not busy, I mean.â
Itâs Steveâs turn to feel a burn behind his eyes. Relief fills him with warmth as his growing anxiety is washed away. Dustin wants him around. He wants to spend time with him and Steve never really thought heâd get this far. All he had was a half-baked idea to serve himself up for the one thing he knows heâs good for. And he was wanted.
He reaches out and pulls the kid back in for a hug, holding him tight despite the pain. Dustin starts trying to push off, so Steve flips him around under his armpit in a headlock, rubbing his knuckles roughly into the top of Dustinâs hat as he starts to screech again. He huffs, straightening out his hat, still sporting that iconic toothless smile.Â
âNow,â Steve says, âall I have to do is ask your mom.â
âDonât worry about that,â Dustin replies, turning around to lead Steve towards the house. He sees the curtains pulled roughly shut and the silhouette of the woman heading toward the front door. âShe already knows all about you. I told her what happened. Well, the government version.â
âYou told your mom about me?â Steve asks in awe.
âDuh, why wouldnât I? Sure, you got your ass handed to you, but it was totally awesome!â
âRight,â Steve scoffs. Heâll let that one slide for now. âYouâre sure she wonât mind?â
âMomâs going to love you. Sheâs been asking about you all week.â
If sheâs anything like her son, then hopefully Steveâs got nothing to worry about. And maybe if he can watch one kid, he can talk to the rest of their parentsâ look after the whole Party of gremlins. He can host after school hangouts and movie nights, sleepovers in the living room and pool parties in the summer. Thereâs the beginnings a plan forming in his head, which parents and kids he needs to talk to next.Â
When heâs met with Mrs. Hendersonâs warm smile, he thinks maybe the rest of this year will be alright.
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One day Crowley was bound to drink himself to another dimension. What he didn't expect was to find another Crowley and Aziraphale there: two alternate versions of him and the angel that had somehow made things work between them.
---------------------- âOh, poor dear.â Again Aziraphale pulled him close. âBelieve me when I say your Aziraphale went to Heaven to protect you. He does love you.â
âYou canât know. You donât know him.â
âMaybe. But I know myself. And I wouldnât sacrifice this place of mine for anything other than you, Crowley.â
âHeâs not you. I donât have what you two have. He didnât want me.â
Crowley had probably never looked less cool than he was looking at this moment. Shivering, mouth closed in a thin line and trembling. His eyes burned so much heâd had to close them while the tears flowed, clinging to Aziraphale and the Other Crowley as pathetic little noises escaped his throat.
He was sober for what he felt was the first time in months, and he was suffering it. He was overflowing with pain, anger, envy, and hate.
With love. Need. Want.Â
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Come Back (ch. 1)
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Whumptober 2024 - Day 12 - Prompts: Underground Caverns // "Just a little more"
Rated: T | Words: 573 | CW: non-graphic mentions of blood and injury.
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A/N: This fic is for @fionas-frenzy, because she mentioned a Tech-Lives fic yesterday, and I just had to make it happen. Also, yes, another Tech-Lives fic, because denial isn't just a river in Egypt, ya know??
It wonât be the fall that kills him.Â
Although, that certainly did not help matters.Â
Tech holds the shattered remains of his comm, cupped in trembling hands. Entirely irreparable without proper replacement parts. His pack is gone too. If he rests long enough, perhaps he can garner enough strength to find it. Or whatâs left of it. Find something.Â
He is not optimistic.
Strangely, the first loss that seems to trigger an emotional response is his goggles. It is less their importance to him, and more that they are the final straw placed on an already precarious situation. He is frustrated to find himself brought to tears as he pulls them from his bloodied face.Â
Because he is bloody. There is blood everywhere. Head wounds have the unfortunate tendency to appear far worse than is necessarily accurate. He tries to find comfort in that, but it is threadbare and flimsy. Hardly worth considering.Â
The goggles slip from his hand, falling amongst the wreckage of the railcar. He is not sure how he survived. It all seems surreal. The pain, the circumstances, the depravity of the whole situation. Theyâd lost their chance to find Crosshair. He sacrificed himself to give the remainder of his siblings a chance, fragile as it might be. He hopes they do not squander it. He hopes they get away.Â
He hopes they are not foolish, and try to come back for him.Â
He hopes they do. Â
Sucking in a shaky breath, Tech knows he has to move. He cannot remain here. The Empire will come to scour the wreckage, find salvageable parts. Maybe even try to find him, or what is left of him.Â
He moves to get up, tries to push himself to his feet, but his strength has abandoned him, pain excruciating. He only manages to draw himself up enough to crawl. And so he does. He is his only chance of survival, he only needs to put himself out of reach.Â
His brothers will not come back for him.Â
His brothers will think he is dead.Â
Afterall, no one could survive such a fall.Â
It is only logical.Â
Please, come back.Â
He finds an opening in the ground. An underground cavern. Cavern might be a generous description. He debates the likelihood that it is a dwelling for some sort of ferocious creature. He cannot remember what sort of animals are native to this planet. He knows he looked it up. He and Omega had discussed the likelihood of running into such things. The odds were low. What was it?Â
Another defeated sound escapes him. He arranges himself, every movement agonizing, to descend boots first. It is a slight descent, easily manageable, even in his broken state. It is dark, but he is not afraid of the dark. He is alone, but he is not afraid of being alone. That is not entirely true. He does not have a memory of ever being truly alone. Not like this. Never like this.Â
I donât want to die like this.Â
He knows he is hidden now. He just needs to rest. Close his eyes. Sleep for a moment. Maybe his mind will be clearer when he wakes. Maybe he can find a way home. Home to his brothers and his sisters. He never thought of them as home before, but it makes sense now.Â
He isnât ready to leave them yet. He just needs a little more time, yet.
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Fanfiction Recommendation 106: Epistolary (Good Omens)
Epistolary - Chapter 1 - imposterssyndrome - Good Omens (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
After Aziraphale leaves for Heaven, Crowley begins reading Aziraphale's diary and realises how much miscommunication there has been between them . . . and how deep the angel's feelings go.
Just a heads up, there is a beautiful description of emotional sex in the story
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Paper Hearts Part 7
Hello and welcome to the penultimate chapter. There is literally only one more chapter after this.
Steve enjoys the weekend for a change, and Eddie is sneaky.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
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Dustin had called to hang out Saturday afternoon and Steve really couldnât say no to that kid even if he tried. And he had. It never worked. The big eyes with chubby cheeks and gap-toothed smile, Steve would give in every fucking time.
It was annoying.
Of course the kid went on and on about the AV club and D&D and how cool it was going to be to join the D&D club his freshman year.
Steve thought hard on that last one. He wasnât sure if they accepted freshmen. Or even what the club was called. Dustin couldnât remember. Only that he had heard some older kids talking about it once while he was at the library.
Steve scoffed and rolled his eyes. âThen how do you know it was even about D&D?â
âBecause, Steve,â Dustin said rolling his eyes right back, âthey were talking about THaC0.â
Steve tilted his head to the side in confusion. âWhatâs thayco?â
ââTo Hit Armor Class Zeroâ, it means what you have to roll to hit a monster or for the monster to hit you,â he explained cheerfully.
âThen why isnât it pronounced thaycz?â
Dustin reared his head back in disgust. âBecause itâs too hard to say?â
Steve looked up with raised eyebrows and then nodded. âYeah, that makes sense.â
And then the conversation moved on from there.
Steve stayed for dinner as Claudia, like her son, never took no for answer.
As he drove home he thought about his afternoon with Dustin. Yeah, it sucked that he didnât have people his own age to hang out with these days, he could always count on that little twerp to make him feel better.
When he got home there was a single pink heart stuck to one of his front doors. Steve pulled it off with a smile. It was from Kas again.
-Stevie Youâre a great friend. I wish more people knew that. Kas
He slipped it in next to the others in his wallet and then opened the door. He slipped off his shoes and jacket, leaving both by the front door. He thudded up the stairs to his room and tossed his wallet and keys on the small dish he kept on his desk.
It was a deformed ceramic little lily pad with its leaves bent slightly to form the dish with a misshapen frog in the middle. There was a chip on one of the leaves and the frog was missing an eye. It was supposed to be an ashtray for his mom for Motherâs Day. But that was the year she âquitâ smoking that year and had thrown it in the trash. That night he had dug it out and hid it way for years until he got his license. His mom never commented on it, so he assumed she didnât remember what it was originally for.
Like most of his childhood, if he was honest.
He sat down in his chair and looked over at his wallet a moment. He sighed and picked it, opening it to take out the pink hearts.
Steve laid them out on his desk and made a little discovery. When he laid them out in order he received them the paper had gone from really pale pink to a lighter pink. He wondered what that was about.
With a sigh, he decided to go for a run again. To clear his head. Only this time he was going to bring water and properly stretch. His coach had been decidedly unimpressed when he explained why he was so sluggish on Monday.
Secretly Steve was with him on that one. It had been stupid, but his mom yelling at him had set him off and he ended up paying for it.
He had been grateful for Eddieâs rescue. Hell, he had been grateful for Eddie just being around the last few days. He was always hanging out at Steveâs locker between classes or waiting for him by his car after school.
It was... nice.
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Eddie had successfully delivered the Saturday heart out of sheer dumb luck. He had pulled onto the street when he saw Steveâs BMW pull out of the driveway and turn the other direction further up the street.
Eddie had hurriedly taped the heart to the door and booked it before any of Steveâs neighbors could even peek out of their windows.
What was worse was that he knew he couldnât capture lightning in a bottle twice. He couldnât bet on Steve leaving twice. But he didnât know how to get it to Steve without the gig being up.
He chewed on his nail until he bit the bullet.
He pulled out the White Pages and went looking for the right Harringtons. Sure enough about half way down the list was Harrington, Clint and the right address.
He picked up the phone and called.
âThe Harrington residence, this is Steve,â the warm voice greeted. âHow can I help you?â
Eddie let out a little snort. âYour parents make you answer the phone like that, Stevie?â
âEddie?â Steve asked.
âOne and the same, darlinâ,â he replied. âI got the number from the White Pages if thatâs all right?â
âThatâs fine!â Steve hurried to reassure. âIâm glad you called!â
Eddie preened in the comfort of his kitchen where only Wayne would laugh at him and considering the man was sleeping because he worked the night shift, couldnât.
âHey, did you want to hang out today?â
There was silence on the line for a beat or two. Long enough that Eddie feared the line had gone dead.
âIâIâd like that,â Steve finally stammered out. âDo you want to hang out at my place or yours?â
Eddie hummed like he was thinking about it, but secretly he was doing a happy dance. âIs yours okay? My uncle Wayne is sleeping right now because he has to work.â
âAre you going to feel comfortable coming over in your van?â Steve asked, a little hesitant and shy.
Eddie frowned for a moment before he realized what Steve meant. âIâm borrowing Wayneâs truck, itâs newer and in better condition. As long as I get back before he goes into work, Iâll be fine.â
âYeah,â Steve said. âCome on over whenever you want. Iâll be here all day.â
Eddie fist pumped. Seriously the D&D gods must really be in favor of him hanging out with Steve if everything kept lining up so fucking perfectly.
âIâll be there in an hour.â
They said their goodbyes and Eddie hung up. He went into the front of the trailer and gently shook Wayne awake.
Wayne rubbed his eye a moment. âYou heading out?â
He nodded. âIâm taking your truck, but Iâll be back before you have to go.â
Wayne waved him off. âGo have fun. Iâll just borrow your van. It wonât kill me if I take it this once.â
Eddie kissed his forehead and told him he was the best. Wayne buried under covers grumbling about having his image ruined, to Eddieâs cackling glee.
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Wayneâs truck was a bronze 1973 Ford F150 with a white camper shell. It was hideous as fuck, but respectable and serviceable and the damn thing ran like a dream. Best part was that it wouldnât stick out in neighborhood like Steveâs.
Eddie pulled up to the curb and parked, hopping out of the truck. He locked it up tight and came up to the door.
He stuck the little heart on the door and then knocked. While he waited he pulled the paper off the door.
Steve threw open the door and smiled. Then he looked down at the heart in Eddieâs hand, eyes wide.
âI found it on your door just now,â Eddie replied with a grin. âGood thing I came over, huh? Otherwise it might have been hanging there for awhile and you would have never have known.â
Steve blinked and then his smile grew. âYeah, triple bonus because itâs supposed to rain tonight.â
Eddie beamed at him and followed him inside.
âMy parents are gone until the weekend so make yourself at home,â Steve said, indicating the room to his right.
Eddie frowned and tilted his head to the side. âIsnât already the weekend?â
He flopped on the large beige sofa and looked up at Steve expectantly. Steve padded over to sit down next to him.
âMy dad is taking my mom to Paris for Valentineâs day so they wonât be home until late Friday early Saturday if they come home at all.â
âThat sucks, man.â
Steve shrugged. He plucked the heart from Eddieâs grasp.
âOh, itâs another Kas one,â he said with a soft smile. âThese arenât as awkward as the others Iâve gotten.â
Eddie huffed a laugh. âYou get some pretty awkward hearts there, Stevie?â
âThese are high school students and very few of them have any kind of social skill,â he said with a snort. âTheyâre almost all awkward as fuck, dude.â
âYou get any red hearts?â Eddie asked, far more curious than sane.
Steve shook his head. âThey arenât handing those out until Thursday. And to be honest, Iâm not expecting any.â
Eddie tilted his head to the side. âYou donât think that the female masses at our great school arenât going to give Steve Harrington a single red heart? There must be some that see past the bullshit social mores.â
He just shrugged. He set the heart down on the coffee table and then picked up Eddieâs hand. It took every ounce of will power that Eddie had not to read into that.
âI always wondered about this ring,â he said softly. âItâs so unlike the other rings you have. It isnât big or flashy, itâs not over the top. The others are a pig, a skull, and a coffin but this is just a simple gemstone. So beautiful.â
Christ! If Eddie had been a cartoon steam would have been coming out of his ears.
âIt was my mamaâs,â he said just as soft. âMy Uncle Wayne hid from my dad so he couldnât sell it for drugs. He gave it to me for my eighteenth birthday. It was supposed to be a graduation present.â
âItâs exquisite, Eds,â Steve breathed. âMy mom has a lot of jewelry, but nothing like this. Itâs all over the top and gaudy. Iâm glad your uncle was able to keep it safe for you.â
If Eddie could have turned any redder, heâd be a tomato. âThanks.â
They were silent for a moment and then Steve cleared his throat and sat against the arm of the sofa. Still nearby by but no longer pressed to Eddieâs side. His poor frazzled brain wasnât sure if that was a good thing or not.
âWe could watch movies,â Steve suggested. âOr Iâve got some board games around here somewhere.â
Eddie straightened up. âIâll tell you what. I pick the movie and you pick the game and we can do both at the same time.â
Steve brightened. âI like that idea. Pick one youâve seen so we donât have to pay attention to it if we donât want to and Iâll grab the game.â
Eddie agreed and wandered over to the cabinet that held the Harrington family VHS tapes. They had a lot of sports movies and family friendly stuff. A bit of Disney but nothing since Steve turned twelve. A couple of westerns, too.
He picked a western that he could tolerate and slipped into in the player. He turned on the TV and let it play through the trailers at the beginning.
Steve came out with Life. âWhatcha pick?â
Eddie told him as they both set up the game. Steve nodded approvingly. Westerns werenât his thing either, but âThe Good, the Bad, and the Uglyâ had a good plot.
Eddie won. Steve kept landing on all the children places and had to grab a second car just to hold all of them.
Steve laughed. âNow thereâs the dream, a good paying job, six kids, and Winnebago.â
âNo mention of a wife there, Stevie,â Eddie said, nudging his shoulder with his own.
âIâm waiting to see if my partner is male or female,â Steve said with a shrug.
Eddie put the now boxed up game on the coffee table and sat back up on the sofa. âI know Iâm shit at school, but Iâm pretty sure two dudes canât make babies.â
âIâd adopt all the ones like me,â Steve said. âThe ones with shit parents who only care about how a child makes them look good and not about raising someone with love.â
âSounds good, Stevie.â
Soon it as time for Eddie to leave and Steve went back to put the game away. When he picked up the box, the little pink heart fluttered to the ground.
-Stevie Watching you make the best of out shit situation, inspires me to be a better person. Kas
Steve smiled down at the paper with a wistful sigh. He looked up out the window to where Eddie was pulling out of his driveway.
And not for the first time he wished it was Eddie giving him the Kas hearts.
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Part 8
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