#thank you 🥺🥺🥺🤍

[44prop]

Lance pics as per your request ☺️

he’s suchhhhh a little guy how does he keep getting out of my pocket 😡!

[flowercrowngods]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (these make one big story, you won't understand this part without the others)

day 04: here come the tears

a/n: the people have requested a surprise eddie pov and i have decided to pull a eurovision and ignore the public vote, just a little bit. but you get a tiny eddie pov, as a treat 🤍

Steve is crying. It's 1:07 a.m. and Steve is crying. And there is nothing Eddie can do about it as he's lying in bed, his heart breaking further with every passing second that they lie there in silence, quiet sniffles carrying over the phone. 

Steve is crying and Eddie is breaking. Steve is not talking to him and Eddie is breaking. Steve is not okay, and neither is Eddie. They're both breaking. 

And Eddie doesn't know what to do about it, how to fix it. How to make it better. How to tell Steve that he misses him, how to ask him to talk to him, how to keep him. To stop him from slipping through his fingers further and further until all there is is silence. 

"You know," his mind wanders back to years ago, his heart cracking at the memory. "I had the biggest crush on him for the longest time. Forever, really."

He remembers the way Steve's eyebrows shot up, his eyes round with... shock? Surprise? Or maybe something bad? 

"Oh?" 

"Yeah," Eddie had chuckled, fiddling with the straw in his drink to give his hands something to do. "Remember that kiss?" Steve nodded. "Well." Another chuckle, awkward this time, and possibly too revealing. 

Steve grinned at him, a self satisfied smirk that wavers just a little. "So you're saying you did fall madly in love with me, Munson?" 

Eddie's breath had hitched a little because Steve remembered those words so perfectly that had since doomed Eddie completely. But he covered it up with a laugh so easily, he was sure Steve didn't notice. 

"Maybe," he grinned. "But eh, that's in the past." 

It wasn't a lie; not really. But wasn't the truth either. 

The truth was that Eddie had moved on. The truth was that it's the kind of crush that was never really a crush. The kind that is a Forever more than anything else. 

The kind that will always be there, a flame burning inside my chest that carries your name and keeps it alive, keeps me warm. The kind of flame that will always be ready to become a bonfire again. Just say the word, Stevie. It's written in the universe. Say the word and I'll be yours. 

"Good," Steve said after a while, and Eddie remembers frowning, remembers that he wanted to ask what that tone was, what Steve was thinking. If he was worried or disgusted or felt betrayed that Eddie's been so hopelessly and helplessly in love with him. 

But all he said was, "Yeah. Remember Chrissy? We're kinda official now." 

And Eddie had known then just as he does now, that he'll be a happy man with Chrissy. She's his best friend, a sunshine on bleak days. She's no Steve, but she makes him happy. He had to move on from Steve – to try – and allow himself his own kind of happiness. He'd never expected to find it with Chrissy, but he loves her so much. He's grown to love her in the past years – not the movie kind of love, not the all-encompassing Steve kind of love, because that flame inside his chest can still only carry one name. 

But life is not a movie. And love is not always a fire. But he's still warm, still content, still happy. And so is Chrissy. She knows about his flame, says she understands. Eddie thinks he has one of her own, but he never asked; just held her that night, creating more of that silent happiness.

…Is he happy? Lying in bed, listening to Steve's quiet breaths that are barely audible over the phone, remembering the kiss, the confession, the Forever that he tried to move on from, he wonders what he's doing. Wonders if that contentment is worthwhile if it somehow lead him to losing Steve. 

Did he miss something? Did he fuck up without realising? 

He can't ask; Steve won't talk. 

All he can do is lie there and feel that flame that still carries Steve's name after ten, eleven, twelve years scorching his insides. 

All he can do is wonder if the whispered, "Good night, Stevie. I miss you," is some kind of goodbye. All he can do is lie awake all night and wonder where they started losing each other. 

~*~

Missing Eddie is worse than loving him. Missing Eddie makes it feel like all the heartbreak songs are written for Steve and his pain that will persist.

It’s been three months since the engagement party, and the sharp, biting heartache that cut into his lungs every time Steve tried to take a deep breath has dulled now, turned into a constant ache, an emptiness, the sorrowful traces of where an I love you turned into an I miss you. 

He’s barely talking to Eddie anymore, and with every passing day he just misses him more. 

Steve types the words I miss you over and over and over again, but never hits send. Just stares at them, wondering if Eddie knows. Wondering if he’s doing the right thing. He isn’t. There is no right thing. Nothing is right. Not without Eddie. 

He scrolls up in their chat, past Eddie’s questions if he’s okay, past his very own I miss yous, up and up and up to the strings of hearts, to the inside jokes, to the gentle teasing, to the You’re my favourite persons, to the happiness and joy and good, good times. 

He scrolls and scrolls until his phone vibrates and tells him there’s a new message in the chat. Steve frowns, his hollow heart racing as he scrolls down again to see Eddie’s new message. 

Eddie Munson: — Can I come over? 

Steve frowns. 

— why? are you okay? 

Eddie Munson: — No. — Nothing is okay. You’re gone and you’re not talking to me and I miss you and I’m losing you and I don’t know why — I dont know anything. — I just wanna know, wanna talk, wanna understand — I wanna fix this. I fucked up, I think, and I wanna make it better. — I need to talk to you — Please. Please can I come over 

Steve swallows hard, as he reads the incoming messages over and over again, watching the little bubble that says Eddie’s typing still. Watching as it disappears and reappears, reading until his eyes begin to sting and his vision is blurred with tears for the first time this week. 

Letting them fall as he types, 

— no. please dont 

Eddie doesn’t reply to that, and Steve breathes out long and hard, throwing his phone to the side, not caring where it lands on the couch as he slumps over to the other side, turning up the music even louder. 

Oh, can you tell I haven’s slept very well Since the last time that we spoke. I said, ‘Please understand I’ve been drinking again And all I do is hope.’

It consumes him, this song and the way it was written for him. The way it was written about him. Because he has no right to ask Eddie to stay. He’s the one who’s leaving. He’s the one not telling Eddie what is wrong, why he’s pulling back so suddenly. 

I’m not strong enough for the both of us. What was I supposed to do, You know I love you. Please, stay.

Please stay. Please, please, please stay. It’s about him. It’s about Eddie. About them. 

And Steve listens to it over and over again, not caring that his neighbours will know it by heart by know, will be so tired of him wallowing for weeks and months, and will come knocking soon. He doesn’t care, not when Mayday Parade are singing, All the love’s still there, I just don’t know what to do with it now. 

He types that into Eddie’s chat. Doesn’t hit send. Sends it to Robin instead, and gets a shaking hands emoji in return. It makes him smile as he re-starts the song. 

~*~

That night, he wakes around 2 a.m. to a missed call an hour ago and one new message on his mailbox. He lifts his phone to his ear with shaking hands and bated breath, a pit opening in his stomach when he hears the Judas Priest song that’s been in his Sad Eddie playlist since the beginning. 

His heart cracks open when he hears Eddie’s sniffle, a heavy sigh, and another sniffle, followed by a little, Fuck. 

“Stevie? I’m… You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to just— to just disappear. To slip through my fucking fingers, or float away like a— a dream, when you wake up, and you wanna go back to sleep because it was a good dream, and you— I don’t wan’ you to be a good dream Steve. You’re like… Fuck, man!” 

Eddie’s voice is breaking, and so is Steve’s heart as his hand begins to tremble and he sits up in bed, closing his eyes, squeezing them shut because he doesn’t want to see the world as Eddie’s rambling at him. 

“I miss you. I miss you so much, and I don’t understand what’s happening. I don’t… I don’t wanna miss you. How do I get you back, Stevie? Please just… God, please just talk to me. I’d do anything for you, you know that. Just tell me, just say the word. Just… Just say the word, please.” 

There’s silence after that, only Judas Priest’s Here come the tears over and over as the song is ending. Steve is crying as he listens to Eddie’s silence. 

“Just. Just… Please, Stevie.” 

The call ends then, the line cutting to the staticky voice instructing him to save or delete the message. Steve saves it. He doesn’t know why. 

He also doesn’t know why he’s scrolling through his contacts with trembling hands and hits Call when he reaches Eddie. 

The call doesn’t even get to the second ring before it’s picked up already. 

“Stevie?” Eddie sounds breathless, wild, and just a little hoarse. Like he was still crying. 

“Hi,” he says lamely, still shaking, a little breathless himself, and with absolutely no idea what he should say. 

“I’m… Hi.” 

Silence falls, and Steve wipes at his eyes. He’s still in bed, just sitting there with his phone pressed to his ear, and the ball that’s coiled inside him is growing larger and larger with each passing second that he doesn’t say Sorry, that he doesn’t say I miss you, too. That he doesn’t say I love you. 

“Can I come in?” 

He blinks, the question throwing him off his thought spiral. “Huh?” 

“I’m sort of… outside your building right now.” 

Why, he wants to ask. No, he wants to say. You’re gonna see, you’re gonna know, you’re gonna hate me forever. 

“Okay,” he breathes and climbs out of bed, blanket around his shoulders despite the summer heat, because suddenly he’s freezing. He buzzes Eddie in, listens to him on the phone as he walks up the stairs, neither of them thinking of hanging up, and opens his doors with shaking, trembling hands. 

tagging: @sexymothmanincarnate @mcneen @livsters @eddiemunchondeeznuts @abstractnaturaldisaster @steddie-as-they-go @hyperfixationgoddess @goodolefashionedloverboi @stxrcrossed186 @imzadidragonfly @eddiemunsonswife @bidisastersworld @ghost-ly-s @romanticdestruction @walkingaftermidnight07 @anaibis @rainydays35 @mightbeasleep @sunfloweringstories @korixae @tuesdaycats @totoroinatardis @ilovebookshowboutyou @musical-theatre-gay @theluckyalien @copingmechanizm @srra @changelingbaby @sassygoop @obsessivelyme @r0binscript (sorry if i missed anyone just give me a shout if i did <3)and thanks to everyone who said nice things about this 🤍🌷

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[dancingshoess]

ig: @tbhclove

[honeykaes]

LOOK LOOK LOOK AT @mypillowpaper GORGEOUS AMAZING FABULOUS ART!

LOOK HOW LYNEY AND AYATO ARE LOOKING AT ME! LOOK AT CUTE WE LOOK! 😭 I CANT STOP SMILING

[quinnigallagherjones]

🌟 GIF MAKERS YEAR IN REVIEW 2024 🌟

tagged by @uhhrellys (thank you ily !!!!! 🤍)

RULES: pick 8 (or more!) of your favourite gifsets of 2024 and then pick 8 (or more) gifsets of someone else’s from 2024!

getting back into making gifs this year has been so much fun and there are a few gifsets of mine that i adore but here are my top 8:

daybreakers gifset

cabin in the woods gifset

final destination gifset

knives out gifset

quinni + amerie + darren gifset

talk to me gifset

chicken run gifset

pride and prejudice and zombies gifset

some of my favourite gifsets of the year from others (in no particular order):

robert sean leonard in married to it by @queenofthekings

dead on arrival by fob — buddie by @girldadbuckley

corner of the sky by ben platt — evan buckley by @aaronstveit

the good place — michael and janet by @benoitblanc

series appreciation: orphan black by @userhalsey

dan and phil and tiny horse by @ncutii-gatwa

mary elizabeth winstead in final destination 3 by @swkywalker

this is the last moment of my life — eddie diaz by @uhhrellys

horror comedy movies: happy death day by @queenofthekings

spooky musicals — the nightmare before christmas by @vinnymauro

sabrina carpenter's tours through the years by @shortnsweetgf

amanda lehan canto by @uhhrellys

damien hass by @miwtual

eddie diaz in 9-1-1 — portrayed by ryan guzman by @daisyjohnsn

there are so many more i could list but i am going to stop so this post isn't really long lmaooo

tagging: @queenofthekings @aaronstveit @benoitblanc @girldadbuckley @vinnymauro @shortnsweetgf @ncutii-gatwa @miwtual @swkywalker @daisyjohnsn @userhalsey (no pressure as alwaysss <3333)

[gigglesoup]

Has anyone told you how precious and special and adorable you are lately? Because you are! Keep being amazing beautiful 🫶

🥹 keep being such a sweetheart to me and you're gonna make me cry, mister! omg i appreciate you so SO freaking much🤍

[suksatoru]

dancing in the dark, the new loml

ohh sen baby it was beautiful 🥺 i'm so proud of myself for writing it

[moonchild-in-blue]

Oh.

[unriding]

Omg !! Such a cuteeee shade of purple for your new theme, Evie !! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ Reminds me of a color you’d see in a milkshake, and I just wanna drink it all up lol ∩^ω^∩

aphrodite 🥺 !! your ask gave me a little spook since you had sent it as i was halfway done with adding tags to one of your posts bahhaha, i was like how could she have caught me ?! /pos YOU ARE SO SWEET THANK YOU !!!! a milkshake ?! what a lovely way to describe it !? my blog will gladly be a milkshake if you’d like a sip >:)

[stunie]

seein’ u enjoy hsr n’ post updates makes me so giddy teehee ^_^ am so excited for when u go to da next planet n’ see all da characters there ( esp my husband he’s literally so gorgeous ! bawwwtttt i shall nawt spoil anythin’ in case ur in the unknowin’ of those characters ! >///< ) !¡ i fink u’ll luv it bawt i do have a question ! who are ur top 5 favs currently ? :3 i kno u said u like ‘em all equally bawt c’monnn . . . surely there’s a couple u like just a wittle moar than da rest of dem all :3

hiihii kadyy aaaaa you’re so cute omg 🥺 good morning !!!! I THINK I WAS TOLD THE NEXT PLANET THING has aventurine ?!?!?? im pretty sure but i might have forgotten > < IM EXCITED TO MEET UR HUSBAND AND ALL YOUR FAVES. as soon as i meet him, i have to ask u all about you two !! <333

hmmm hmm hmmmmmmm i think for my favorites, IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER — jing yuan, dan heng, kafka, stelle, & pompom :’))) so far !! for dan heng, he’s so funny & i really liked the snippet of his story we got in this arc so far > < for kafka, she makes me blush soooo bad jdjdjxjxj she can really do anything to me. but also her and blade are really interesting! i think i’m understanding what’s happening with blade a little better?? the mara and whatnot

FOR STELLE, i love that they gave her so much personality !!!! i would genuinely love to know someone like her hsjsndn she’s so funny. FOR POMPOM, JUST SOOOOOO CUTE ?!?!?/ there was a mission where he got all nervous and spooked out n awww )): for jing yuan. ah!! a handful of people said i would like him and their predictions were so right :’) though i think i liked him more towards the end of the arc

this scene in particular :

[flowercrowngods]

you said soft things so have this little thing very loosely based on how my first birthday after I moved away from home to live hours away from my family my brother got me a flower delivery thing each month for half a year. So for six months I had the same guy deliver flowers to me, it wasn’t anything but like… it could be, I can make it steddie (it’s 3:30 am and I wrote this in my notes so sorry for any mistakes)

So, Steve who moved kind of far away for college and is living in a shitty student apartment and hasn’t decorated it a lot and Robin thinks he needs something nice to look at every day and something to remind him he has people that loves him when he convinces himself that they’ve forgotten about him now that he’s away. So she gets him a flower delivery once a month with notes saying encouraging messages or bad jokes, sometimes a tiny update. It helps him, he’s not doing badly or anything and actually enjoys studying but he misses his friends.

Then we have Eddie who’s the flower delivery guy, it’s his side job, or it’s his main job and then he also gets payed to play some gigs sometimes. Either way, he delivers flowers. Mostly it’s to old people from their grandchildren, for birthdays, and from someone’s partner, often a partner that has fucked up (he also hand writes the messages that come in with the order and he’s had to write some very pleading apology ones in his time)

He has a monthly order to the same guy, the same gorgeous guy who last time opened the door looking so soft with glasses sliding down his nose and hair all messy and holding a cup of half drunk coffee and gave him such a warm smile he almost proposed to this stranger on the spot.

Every month he’s both so excited to deliver his flowers and also dreads it because he’s 99% sure this guys girlfriend sends them, that they’re long distance and she gets him flowers every month with little notes that he has to write, this month it was ‘I scraped up my whole leg climbing up the tree outside my window sneaking back into my room, I don’t know how you used to do that all the time.’ So like, obviously high school sweethearts if he used to sneak into her room.

So, it’s great because he gets to see this guy who’s stupidly pretty and always gets this wondrous look on his face like he’s still in awe about the flowers months in and that’s honestly the highlight of Eddie’s day. But, it’s awful because he also has to hand him flowers from someone else knowing he’s just some insignificant middle man.

Steve at this point gets more excited about the guy who delivers the flowers than the flowers, he loves them and all but this guy who comes every month and with a dimpled smile hands them over is taking over his brain. He doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable by asking him out though, like he’s doing his job and it feels inappropriate.

He complains to Robin who time after time tells him to just ask the guy out, if he says no it may be a little awkward but it’s a tiny interaction once a month it’s fine. Steve knows she’s right but still doesn’t, is afraid to break the spell of their monthly exchange. Robin grows tired of his pining though and the next time she places an order she makes the note ‘the guy who gets the flowers wants to ask the delivery guy out but keeps chickening out so I’m doing it for him: Delivery guy with bangs and ‘the prettiest brown eyes’ will you go out with Steve?’

Eddie reads that message of the order, has to write that message out with wide confused eyes and hope rising in his chest. When Steve opens his door he shoves the flowers at him and blurts out “I thought you were dating Robin”

Steve gives him a confused look, which yeah of course he does, so Eddie takes a breath and tells him to read the note. The confusion on Steve’s face slowly fades and is replaces with red cheeks and a sheepish smile.

He clears his throat and glances up at Eddie. “She’s my best friend,” he tells him, “may or may not get to keep that title depending on how this goes.”

Eddie is feeling too many things to say more than a breathy, “yes.” At Steve’s raised eyebrow though he clarifies.

“Yes I’ll go out with you.” Then a sudden horrifying thought hits him, “if you actually want that and your friend isn’t joking or got it wrong or-“

“Does 8 o’clock tonight work for you?”

Eddie nods and Steve’s smile gets wider with each frantic jerk of his chin.

“It’s a date then.”

and then on their first date, eddie gets flowers for the first time. doesn’t have to deliver them, doesn’t have to give them away, no, these ones are his to keep, and he allows himself to take a deep breath for the first time, getting to enjoy the way they smell, the way he always watched people do. never once taking his eyes off steve, who watches with a smile. 🥹

[gojoest]

here to soothe some of the angst we got around here!!

SATORU loves being in love with you. once he comes to trust you, damn, you won't get rid of that man!

he loves watching you go through the motions of life, he loves you just being yourself and for once, he is truly convinced this the life he was meant to. fighting for a better world feels more worth it when he has you to walk with him, when he wants to impress you with his strength and all the good things he does for everyone.

SATORU loves being in love with you because you show him there's also love in letting himself be loved, and it's a feeling he won't ever get enough of.

~ @siscon-stsg | BLOSSOM.

[womansfilm]

The Strawberry Blonde (1941)

[quinnigallagherjones]

4, 12, 17 :)

omg hi stevie !!!! i hope you've been well 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

4. a film you could watch on repeat for the rest of your life?

knives out !!!!!! but also any period drama like p&p, emma, little women etc.

12. a movie that holds a special place in your heart?

chicken run <33333 it's a movie i used to watch all the time as a kid and i love it smmmm

17. which cinematic universe would you like to live in?

ooo this is a fun question !!! i would honestly love to live in the benoit blanc cinematic universe hahaha, i would wanna be his assistant or something so i could help with the mysteries !!!

film asks !!

[gigglesoup]

I associate you with pretty skies🎀 They bring so much joy to people and you do as well~

I also associate you with cotton candy, because you're just so sweet yet people just can't get enough of you🫶

this means so much to me bc i LOVE pretty skies 😭 so much that if you go through my soup pics tag all you're gonna find is pictures of the sky :'))

[liacademia]

Hi Lia! I hope you feel better soon. ❤️

From your ask game, could you please answer 2, 7, 12, 30, and 52?

I just have to say—you’re truly inspiring, and I absolutely love your posts!

hii, thank you sm ml, this is so lovely of you, thank you sm and oh no i just try :(

2. i'd love to be around 5'7!

7. my favourite thing as a kid? um that's a tough one, i loved a lot of things, but one thing i especially rejoice to date is the time i spent with my friends, i'd dash out of the house as soon as it hit 4:30 PM, no matter what season it might be and played with my friends😭

12. i speak three? languages fluently, but i'd love to be fluent in french, i wanna read their literature, but also greek, because i love mythology!

30. nope, i'm a single child!

52. i haven't read a book apart from my course books in so long, so it's one of those i read a few years back, 'the book thief'- markus zusak!