#sobbing Sunday

[sleepy-steve]

@steddieangstyaugust 04/08 // angst with a happy ending

wc: 2.3k // rating: G // cw: language // tags: post-s4, eddie lives, eddie in WITSEC, mutual pining, phone calls

divider credits @steddiecameraroll-graphics

“So, where are you now?”

Steve knew he wasn’t going to get a real answer to this question—given that Eddie wasn’t allowed to say—but it was basically tradition at this point to ask. 

Eddie chuckled through the receiver. “Hmm… it’s windy. And cold as balls. Will probably start snowing soon.”

Steve raised his brows. “Snow? This early?”

Dustin, from Steve’s kitchen island, mirrored his look of interested surprise, and immediately started looking over the map laid out on the countertop. It was dotted with little red and yellow stickers and various scribblings.

“Yep,” Eddie responded, popping the P. “Pretty shit going out for a smoke, but lots of trees around, so the view is decent at least.”

“Lots of trees,” Steve repeats, with a pointed glance at Dustin, who hurriedly starts marking different spots on the map. 

“How’s Henderson’s map going?” Eddie asked, knowing by the tone what they were doing.

“It’s… going?” Steve responded with a shrug. “He thinks he’s worked out the movement system.”

“I have worked out the movement system, thank you very much,” Dustin snarked, not looking up at Steve. “We can track their movement from the West Coast back up North, hence the snow.”

Eddie laughs again. “Kid’s too smart for his own good.”

“You’re telling me,” Steve grumbles, moving away from the kitchen, as far as the cord allowed him to. He drops his voice low. “How you holding up?”

“I dunno,” Eddie sighs. “Same shit, different place… Same shitty government officials with the same shitty requirements.”

Steve wants to say so much, to reassure and comfort him, but holds back. Keeps it in. “How’s Wayne doing?”

“He’s alright, doesn’t love the cold…” Steve can picture Eddie looking over at where Wayne is probably sitting nearby. “Hopefully they’ll move us somewhere warmer next.”

“D’you know when that’ll be?” A small pit of anxiety swirls in Steve’s gut. As it did any time they spoke of Eddie needing to move.

“Nah, last time was six months, but time before was only three. Hopefully this is just another quick one.” Steve can hear Eddie chewing on his lip, can picture him playing with his hair.

“Steve!” Dustin calls from behind the wall. “Ask Eddie what kind of trees are around him!”

Steve snorts. “Did you get that one?”

“Tell him I have no idea,” Eddie deadpans. 

Lowering the receiver, Steve calls over his shoulder. “He doesn’t know, buddy.”

“What kind of trees…” Eddie grumbles, only slightly mocking. “I guess I can’t blame him for trying.”

“It’s how he deals.” Steve keeps his voice low. “He misses you. I miss you.” His brain scolds him—too much—and he quickly adds, “We all do.”

“Yeah,” Eddie sighs, and Steve’s almost sure he hears him hit his head on the wall. “I miss you too. All of you.”

It was a thing that happened often, for how infrequently Eddie was able to call. A kind of vulnerability that Steve supposed came from the fact that they couldn’t see each other, and wouldn’t for a long time yet. They’d skirt around it, but it was there, pulled taut between them, ready to break with one wrong move.

“How much longer?” Steve asks, like he doesn’t already know, like he hasn’t been counting down the days since Eddie got taken away.

Eddie exhales heavily, the sound muffling through the receiver. “Bit under three years.” Steve can hear the sad smile in his voice.

“Right.” Steve leans back against the wall, head tilted back as longing shoots through his gut. They were almost at the halfway point. There was so much he wanted to say, but he just… couldn’t. Steve would wait.

Steve’s kicking snow off his boots at his front door when he hears the phone ring from inside. He bolts in, slipping on the floor slightly in his haste. 

“Hello?” he answers breathlessly.

“Hey.”

A wave of relief washes over him. “Eddie,” he breathes.

“You okay? Did I wake you up?” His tone immediately switches to one of concern.

“No, no, I just got back from the Henderson’s,” Steve says, running a hand through his hair, willing his heart to calm down now that he’s answered the call. “We wanted to call you, but… y’know.”

“Yeah…” Eddie sighs. “I wish you could.”

The silence settles, and they just listen to each other breathe for several long moments. Steve knows that Eddie is holding back, the same way he is. Saying things that are only close to what they mean. Their quiet filled with unanswered questions and things they wish they could say. Finally, Eddie breaks it.

“Are you by yourself?”

“Yeah, just me tonight,” Steve says, shrugging his jacket off. “Sorry to disappoint.”

Eddie doesn’t laugh at the joke. Steve didn’t really think it was that funny. Their constant need to skirt around the thing developing between them led to him saying some dumb stuff. He rolls his eyes at himself.

“I don’t think I could handle talking to anyone else tonight,” Eddie says, voice growing soft. “It’d be, I dunno, too much. With you, I can just… be, y’know?”

Steve is surprised—as he often is—at the honesty. He tries to make his next words sound casual, but he’s sure he fails miserably. “I’m glad I caught you then.”

“Yeah… me too.” Eddie doesn’t let the silence linger for too long this time. “So, any new Henderson theories to update me on?”

Steve snorts. “Of course.”

Letting him talk about his day at the Henderson’s, Eddie hums in the right moments, asks a few follow up questions, makes little jokes, but is otherwise quiet, seemingly content to just let Steve ramble. Happy to hear his voice. He lets Steve talk until he’s yawning too much to complete a full sentence.

“Sorry, I should let you go to sleep, it’s late.” Eddie’s tone is gentle, but like he’d rather be saying anything else.

“Nah, it’s cool, man,” Steve argues sleepily. “Don’t wanna waste your call.”

“It’s never wasted with you.”

“Eddie…” Steve doesn’t know what to say. Or rather, he knows exactly what he wants to say, but doesn’t know if he should. If he even could. He yawns again.

“Come on, bed time,” Eddie’s voice teases.

Steve feels the pull of his eyelids, begging for sleep. “Yeah, alright… Talk to you soon?” He tries to ask it casually, but again, can’t seem to manage it. Something like pleading coming through in his words.

“As soon as I can,” Eddie promises, voice tight with sincerity. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Eddie.” Steve pauses. “Merry Christmas.”

He can hear the sad smile in Eddie’s voice. “Merry Christmas, Steve.”

“How much longer now?” Steve asks, already knowing the answer.

“Two and a bit years,” Eddie sighs. “Past halfway, at least.”

Even Steve can tell he’s trying to convince himself it’s a good thing, but neither of them feel any happiness about it.

It’s been almost six months since Steve heard from Eddie, much longer than any gap between calls before. Anxiety gnaws away at him, a constant presence whispering in the back of his mind and sitting like a stone in his stomach. The kids—barely even kids now, having graduated high school—were starting to show their worry. He begged and pleaded with invisible entities that they’d hear something soon.

The phone finally rings.

“Hello?” Steve answers with urgency, as he did every time it rang these days.

“Steve?” the voice croaks.

“Eddie!” Bringing a hand to his face, Steve’s eyes welled with tears. “Eddie, are you okay? What happened?”

“I’m fine, it’s okay,” Eddie reassures him, sounding anything but. “They just had us somewhere remote. We didn't have a phone.”

“What the fuck? Can they do that?” Quiet rage slips through Steve’s chest.

“Evidently, they can do whatever they want,” Eddie seethes. “Didn’t stop me from bringing hell at every check up until they moved us again.”

Steve winces at the pain in Eddie’s voice. “I’m so sorry, Eddie. It’s fucking awful, what they’re doing to you.”

“It’s bullshit!” Eddie snaps. “I’m so fucking sick of it. I can’t believe this was their solution. Like, I’m the one demonised and hunted down in Hawkins and somehow I’m the one that ends up punished for it! It’s not even a solution. All it’s doing is fucking me around.” He takes a breath. “It’s hurting me. It’s hurting us.”

To anyone else, it would sound like Eddie meant him-and-Wayne-us, or even him-and-the-entire-party-us. But Steve knew. Heard it in the way he almost whispered it. Steve wanted to match his anger, throw something, hit something. Instead, he willed it down.

“It fucking sucks,” Steve says, keeping his tone soft. “But we’re so close to the end now. It’ll be over soon.”

“I just…” Eddie’s voice lowers. Steve can picture the way the air deflates out of him. “I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I wish… you could’ve come with me.”

“Me too.” Steve lets the back of his head hit the wall, eyes squeezed shut. “I miss you. So much.”

“I miss you, too.” Eddie says it like it’s painful. Like it gets caught in his throat halfway up. Like he was saying something else entirely.

“I’m sorry… I don’t know why I called when I don’t really have anything to say.” It’d been close to silent for more than five minutes before Eddie says it, voice soft. Almost timid.

The corner of Steve’s mouth lifts in a half-smile. “It’s okay. I’m just glad to hear your voice at all. To know you’re alive.”

The silence settles between them again. Comfortable, somehow. Eddie’s voice is smaller when he speaks again. “Only six months left.”

“Only six months,” Steve repeats, slightly more optimistic.

“We can… we can do it, right?” Eddie sounds so unsure. Steve can picture him playing with his hair. “It’ll be okay? When you visit?”

Steve knows what he means. He’s felt the same way for a long time. Scared that once they’re reunited, whatever this thing was—this delicate bubble of vulnerability—between them would burst. Each phone call found it wound tighter and tighter, pulled like a rubber band that would eventually reach its limit and snap, hurting both of them in the process. 

“It’ll be more than okay,” Steve says, sounding more sure than he feels. He wants more than anything to be able to hold him. To reach through the phone and wrap his arms tightly around him, feel the rise and fall of his breath and listen to his heartbeat.

“Promise?” Eddie asks, and Steve can picture him chewing on his nails.

“Promise.”

“One month left,” Steve whispers in the dead of night. No one else is there, but something about the late hour makes him quiet. Or maybe it’s what he’s saying. Like a wish that needs to be kept secret, or it won’t come true.

“One month,” Eddie repeats, just as soft. “You’ll be here?”

“Wherever you are, I’ll be there,” Steve assures him.

He’s sure Eddie can feel it too. The thing between them growing more palpable, more solid, more real. The less time they have left, the stronger it becomes. It terrifies both of them.

The car stops in an urban area of Chicago. Steve glances around as he gets out of the backseat, giving a quick thanks to the government official who drove him. His heart races. This is it. Double checking the address on the small piece of paper, he looks up to the block of apartment buildings, scanning the numbers.

Steve doesn’t need to look for long. At the next building, standing in the entryway, with his curly hair pulled into a messy bun, shadow of facial hair around his jaw, face more angular than Steve remembers, is—

“Eddie…” The name comes out in a soft breath, like a prayer. His eyes well up and he quickly blinks, as though the man might disappear if Steve couldn’t see him.

Whatever was holding Eddie to the stoop of his building breaks. He jumps down, skipping the stairs completely and landing with a thud of his boots. He runs, as quick as his legs allow him, until he crashes into Steve, almost knocking them both to the ground. With his arms around Steve’s neck, Eddie whispers his name over and over. Steve pulls him tight, arms wrapped around his waist. Steve can feel Eddie’s heartbeat matching his—racing, pounding, about to jump out of his chest. They hold each other like they’ll never let go, afraid that all of it could be taken away again.

Finally, Eddie pulls back, one hand softly entangled in Steve’s hair, and looks at him, huge eyes filled with tears. “You look different,” Eddie says with a wet laugh.

Steve can’t help but smile. “In a good way?”

Eddie nods with enthusiasm, grinning despite the tears. “In a really good way.”

Their eyes are locked on each other, and Steve can’t hold back anymore. He leans in, cautiously at first, before Eddie gives him a tiny nod, leaning in to meet him halfway. Their lips finally meet, crashing together, and Steve gasps at the feeling. It’s messy and desperate and shy. It’s everything they wished they could say, given to each other in their kiss. Steve brings his hands up to hold Eddie’s face, feeling the tears spill over and wiping them away with his thumbs.

They pull back, laughing and crying. Steve kisses him again and again and again, on his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, before finally just looking, taking in every detail of Eddie’s face. The deep brown of his eyes, the thick lashes, the faint dusting of freckles across his nose. “I’m never letting you go. Never again.”

Eddie laughs again. It sounds like a sob. “Never again. You promise?”

“I promise,” Steve says reverently. “I love you, Eddie.”

Eddie’s smile grows wider, a fresh lot of tears spilling from his eyes. “I love you, too.”

[stevesbipanic]

@steddieangstyaugust Day 18: Right Person, Wrong Time

"And then these big birds come and rescue them!" Eddie splays out his arms like wings.

"That's so cool! Then what happened?" Steve asked eyes wide.

Eddie shrugged, "Not sure yet, councillor said I had to go to sleep. I'll tell you tomorrow though don't worry."

Summer camp had been the best summer ever in Eddie's opinion, and meeting Steve had made it even better. They had been inseparable even if they'd been assigned different cabins.

"Will you write me letters when summer is over? I don't want to miss any of the story," Steve said poking the fire.

"Of course I will, you'll be sick of seeing my name in your mailbox. Will you write to me too?"

"Of course, best friends forever right?"

"Forever, Stevie."

Scrawny handwriting on scraps of paper passed between the boys hands on the last day of camp. They were so excited to get home to send their first letter.

What they didn't know was that over summer Al Munson had been sent to jail, and with his mother gone it was Wayne that would pick him up from camp. Eddie's little home in Tawny Brooks was now on the road with Wayne until they could settle down somewhere. He held onto that paper like a lifeline.

In the meantime Steve was writing his first letter, begging his mother for a stamp and excitedly dropping it in the mailbox at the post office. It came back a couple weeks later with the words "Return to Sender". He shoved it into his desk, hurt, but hoped Eddie's letter would come soon, maybe he'd written his address wrong.

It was Steve who had written his address wrong though, dancing letters that made things hard to read changed the w in Hawkins to an m. Eddie didn't stand a chance when he dropped his letter in the box explaining he would send his address as soon as he was able. When he landed in a trailer in a small town called Hawkins the possible mix up didn't even cross his mind. He joked that Hawkins and Hamkins should be closer so they could see each other again not knowing Steve was only a short drive uptown.

Both boys ended summer hurt the other never replied. By the time their ages aligned with the same school they were different. How could Steve know that the boy with long curly hair who jumped on tables was the same Eddie with a buzzcut who told him about magical worlds? How could Eddie relate his Steve who had sun bleached highlights and who loved listening to Eddie talk to being the same named asshole who wandered the halls of Hawkins High? No, their friend was somewhere else in Indiana, lost forever.

"The shire is burning, so Mordor it is."

Mordor? Steve had heard that word before.

"That's Lord of the Rings, right?" Steve asked as they made their way to the Lake.

"Steeeeve Harrington knows Lord of the Rings?" Eddie asked in return, confusion written on his face.

"Yeah, um, this kid in summer camp used to tell it to me, I wasn't very good at reading, still aren't."

Eddie stumbled on his step, eyes meeting Steve's properly now, "Stevie?"

"Forever, Stevie."

"Eds? You've been in Hawkins this whole time, you're my Eddie!? You never wrote to me!"

"Stevie, sweetheart, you spelt it Hamkins. And sorry I didn't think King Steve was the same Steve that listened to me talking about hobbits."

"You moved, didn't you."

"Wayne picked me up, would've never gotten your letter."

"It's in my desk."

"Still?"

Steve nodded.

"I'd love to read it when this is all over, Stevie."

"If you promise you'll tell me how the story ends? I hope it's a happy ending."

"I hope so too, sweetheart, I hope so too."

[steddieangstyaugust]

Event Schedule!

Music Monday 🎵

Please Please Please, Let Me Get What I Want – The Smiths

Terrible Things – Mayday Parade

Careless Whisper – George Micheal

The Night We Met – Lord Huron

Teary Tuesday 🥺

"Who did this?"

"Please, stay?"

"I didn't know where else to go."

"I thought we agreed it was over."

Wordy Wednesday ⌨️

Moonlight

Lake

Please

Tomorrow

Trope Thursday 🎭

Second Chance

Miscommunication

Childhood

Missing Scene

Future

Freaky Friday 🦇

Ghosts

Upside Down

Halloween

Skull Rock

Vampire

Speaking Saturday 🗣️

"The sunset looks lovely, don't you think?"

“Where were you?”

"Keep breathing, please."

"Go, see if I care."

"I'm not going to beg you to love me."

Sobbing Sunday 😭

Angst with a Happy Ending

Temporary Character Death

Right Person, Wrong Time

Soulmates

Can't believe we're less than a month until the beginning of this event! This is the first event I've ever run and I'm so excited!! Stay tuned for the event rules post for extra details! In the meantime, I hope the prompts get those writing worms flowing!

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[alwaysurvalentine]

fresh air - drabble

Written for Day 4 of @steddieangstyaugust - prompt: angst with a happy ending - word count: 629 - cw: one cuss word

also, apologies for being late!

It’s too dark.

Steve can’t see where the kids are. They were just in front of him but now they’re gone. The air is suffocating and it feels like he can’t take a full breath in, it feels like he’s back in the tunnels. Sweat has gathered at the small of his back but he can’t find himself to care that his shirt is sticking to him. The kids are missing; they were just in front of him in the tunnels, and the sounds of the demo-dogs chasing them down has gotten closer. It doesn’t matter that the stomping seems almost muffled, he knows that they’re right behind them. 

“Dustin? Guys?” 

Rumbling from further down the tunnel is his only answer. Steve’s breathless now, and something pushes against his back. 

“Fuck! Guys!” 

Another push and this time he stumbles forward, hands stretched out to catch him. But the ground doesn’t come, instead something wraps around his torso and pulls him back. The vines. How could he have forgotten about the vines? 

“-ve! Hey, sweetheart, hey. Come on, breathe for me.” All of the muffled noise from before becomes clearer. Steve’s breath is still stuttering but he can’t hear the dogs anymore. Instead he hears - people talking around him and Eddie. Eddie’s in front of him, hands resting on Steve’s shoulders from where he’s removed the headphones Steve wore to the concert. Because that’s where they’re at. Steve bought Eddie tickets to Black Sabbath and Eddie begged him to come. Uncle Wayne even let him borrow his heavy duty headphones to muffle some of the noise. 

“Sorry.” Steve chokes on the word and feels warmth rising to his cheeks. He can’t believe he lost his cool at a concert. He even made it to the last song! 

“None of that.”

Steve’s shaking his head at Eddie’s words, pulling back until he feels Eddie’s grip tighten slightly on his shoulders.

“I mean it. Don’t be sorry. Just take a breath for me sweetheart.” Eddie’s face is slightly pink from all of the jumping around he’s been doing for the last hour, and with the lights finally back on the crowd Steve can see a sheen from sweat dripping down from Eddie’s dark curls. His brown eyes are gazing at Steve, shoulders rising and falling with exaggerated breaths for Steve to follow. 

Steve loves him. 

“Those lights at the end were crazy, are you okay? I know light can bother your head sometimes.” Eddie’s cradling Steve’s face now, a thumb absentmindedly stroking at the dark moles Steve knows are under his left eye.

“I love you.”

It doesn’t matter that he’s said it before, everytime he says it Eddie’s eyes widen slightly like he still can’t believe it. 

“Charmer. I’m serious, you okay? Maybe some fresh air will help? C’mon let’s head out to the car, some fresh air might be good.” A quick peck to Steve’s right cheek and then Eddie’s backing up again, hands sliding down until one tangles with his. 

“I love you too, Stevie. Even when you try to give me a heart attack. Since I’m your knight in shining armor I get to have the first shower, right?”

The panic hasn’t fully left Steve, years of having to fight for his friends at the drop of a hat trains your adrenaline to stay high, but he’s glad Eddie’s giving him space to breathe. Fresh air will definitely help, sitting in the car will help even more, and Steve knows he’s got a special cup of the Munson Family's Hot Chocolate to look forward to after his shower.  So he lets Eddie tug him along, up the stairs of the stadium, through the crowds trying to get into the parking lot, and all the way to their car.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddieangstyaugust Day 18 - Sobbing Sunday: Right Person, Wrong Time

i’m challenging myself to keep all these at either 127 or 1,270 words each, see day one for more of an explanation!

Hi. Dustin gave us all your address way back when you first got back to the States. Hope you at least had a say in that. I’ve heard all about your adventures over the last few years, seen you in the checkout aisles too.. Fame looks good on you I never thought I’d ever reach out, but here we are. And it’s for selfish reasons, too. I wanted to apologize first, I shouldn’t have said all those things to you. You didn’t deserve it. I was hurt, I was confused, I was in love didn’t want things to change…. You’ve always deserved more than that. Maybe we could try again sometime, if you’d ever forgive me. I still see us growing old together, do you? Steve 555-1812

the stamp, the circular usps location stamp, and the barcode are all added onto a blank postcard from 1996 (or later) from three different postcards i found for sale on ebay

the blank postcard back i used (also found on ebay) had the back side photocopied instead of photographed so i had to make the stamp i cut in also in B&W

can you believe i found a usps stamp that actually says Chicago?? me either lmao i just copied over a 6 from the 606 to make it seem like it'd been 10 years.

the house eddie "lives in" is a brownstone for sale on Zillow rn for $3.3 million and i liked that it had such a NY sounding address; like, ofc there's a Manhattan Ave and ofc famous eddie lives there 😅

i was going to make this worse by adding a return to sender stamp but i'll leave it up to you if eddie actually gets this/calls steve or just ignores it >:)

[bluebeesknees]

It’s alright if it’s you

[yuukels]

[annqer]

“I have sinned,” he said, “for I have betrayed innocent blood.”

[bakubonez]

Sunday x GN! Reader || fluff, drabble thingies

Summary: just,,, yapping about Sunday

A/N: rah I love him. Sunday plz come home ily. Not proofread. feel free to take inspiration from these for a fic if you’d like, I don’t mind !!

sunday LOVES you. we all know that, but i mean hes SO doting. to him, you have no imperfections. have you seen the way he loves Robin?? he'd absolutely go above and beyond for you :(

he makes an effort to be forgiving of you. whenever you do something that ticks him off, he utilises his well practiced patience to soothe his irritation.

i've been seeing stuff like this going around, and i just want to say he would NOT hit you or hurt you on purpose in any way. hes careful to not hurt you at all, let alone resorting to laying hands on you.

he adores being able to learn from you and experience things with you at his side. ever since his exile(?? i think thats the word) from penacony, he's been exposed to so many new things. there's no one else he'd rather experience it with, only you.

he doesnt care too much about your appearance. of course, he appreciates when you do dress up or make an effort to look nice, and he'll vocalise his feelings by complimenting you as much as he can. but overall he isn't too bothered. you're magnificent to him, even if in reality you look a bit disheveled. it doesnt matter to him.

i can see him as very veeery chivalrous. holding doors for you, frequent gifts when he can get them, helping you get ready in the mornings if you'll allow him, offering you his coat when there's a chilly breeze—all that sort of stuff :3

he's super gentle with you, in any scenario. you can expect loving, tender kisses and light touches from him rather than anything too rough.

honestly he'd probably be delighted if you ended up getting along with Robin. you and Robin are his favourite people, so of course he'd be thrilled to know that you all get along well.

overall he is very sweet 10/10. my little meow meow

[lycazart]

the afterbirth

[m00ngbin]

Onward! To ay(oym) chapter 4

[stevesbipanic]

@steddieangstyaugust Day 25: Soulmates

Steve had spent his whole life looking for his soulmate. As a child he'd love to read the fairytales of how two people would kiss and the world would burst into colour.

As he grew older he earned the title of player by making his way through the female population of Hawkins High, treating girls to a magical date night and sealing the deal at the end with a kiss.

He'd never been on a second date until Nancy. She wasn't swayed by his easy moves, insisting on being treated right before finding out if they were soulmates, wanted to like him for him and not date first. Maybe if they'd shared their first kiss earlier they wouldn't have been so disappointed up in Steve's room while Barb got killed.

He hadn't wanted to make the same mistake with Robin as he had with Nancy, he knew he liked her, he couldn't help but tell her in that bathroom.

"I wish platonic soulmates existed."

"Don't love you any less, soulmate or lesbian, you're still my Birdie."

With Robin the world seemed less black and white in its own special way. If he could decide he thinks robins laugh would be like yellow, her smile like orange and her heart as red as red could be. Maybe, one day Robin would find her soulmate and tell him all about the colours around them.

He stopped looking for his soulmate, he was content. He had the kids, he had Robin, he was ok. He didn't need to think about dreams or fairytales anymore.

He wished he'd kept looking.

He wished he had a time machine, could go back to freshman year and tell young Steve to just kiss everyone in school, everyone, especially that dorky metalhead who's loud and nerdy and so so pretty even if he won't admit it.

If he had kept searching maybe he could've avoided this.

He could've avoided their first kiss being through CPR.

Steve thinks for the rest of his life his favourite colour will be the deep brown of Eddie's eyes.

His least favourite would be the red blood that matches the colour of the sky.

He thinks he could've loved green if it was a grassy field they laid in and not the burnt green of this hellscape.

Black somehow seems darker here.

He wished they could be under a bright blue sky, with a shining yellow sun.

He now knows bruises could be purple and orange.

He thinks Eddie's cheeks would look prettier pink instead of a pale white.

Most of all, he thinks the worst colour of all, is the grey he watched it all turn again, before he even had the chance to say goodbye.

[captain-clandestiny]

I NEEEED to see your OC's like this 😔😔

WAIT AHAHJSDHSJDJFDJ THATS ACTUALLY SO PERFECT

bluesleevescore fr fr😔✊

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddieangstyaugust Day 4 - Sobbing Sunday: Angst with a Happy Ending

i’m challenging myself to keep all these at either 127 or 1,270 words each, see day one for more of an explanation!

It started with a text.

One that Eddie probably hadn’t even meant to send him, but there it was in black and white. Well, grey and white, actually.

‘i wish thgs were differtt. wish i could hav e You.’

It came in late, really late, like 2:43am late. And then Eddie didn’t even ask about it. Hell, Steve doesn’t even know if Eddie even knows he sent it, they’re together so often it’s rare that they even need to text.

There’s been a boulder of butterflies in his gut ever since he woke up that morning and read it. 

Did Eddie have feelings for him?

Did he have feelings for Eddie?

A week after Eddie’s text, Steve decides he definitely does.

Then he sends a response.

and then they make out on steve's couch

see the collection on ao3!

[shattteredvisage]

maybe the greatest gift those kids ever gave connor was the chance to be logan's only son again in his final months

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

born 209 celibate, celibate years ago <3