#wishes came true;

[mortellanarts]

I've found the path my heart will walk today

[oddberryshortcake]

OH MY GOD

[hairmetal666]

Read Part One here

cw: implied child abuse

Eddie's coming over for coffee. Not Eddie with Nancy and Robin or Eddie with the kids. Just Eddie.

They haven't been alone in 9 years and now Eddie is coming over for coffee.

They're friends, of course. After Vecna they didn't have much of a choice, but they've never talked about it--that they used to be something.

After Steve kissed Eddie goodbye for what turned out to be the last time, they didn't see each other again for months and months, except for a devastatingly fleeting moment in the Family Video parking lot. And the next time after that, Eddie's pinning him to the wall of a rickety boathouse, a broken bottle to his throat.

What's going through his mind, his body, at that moment is relief. For days, weeks, months, he ached for Eddie's touch again, and even though he was in danger, he relished in the push of their bodies together. Thought, if this is how he dies, he won't mind going.

But they don't talk about it, about them, because Eddie is on the run and Max is going to die, and they have to save the world, so there's no time. In the aftermath, it's the least of their worries, and now it's been almost a decade and Eddie is coming over for coffee.

The thing is, it's not like Steve has been pining away for a love long lost in the intervening years, and neither has Eddie. They've both had longterm, serious relationships; Steve almost got married. But for Steve...Eddie is the one that's lingered, the one that knocks around his ribcage on late sleepless nights, the one that makes him dream of what might have been. Because Steve truly loved his other partners, but Eddie--nobody will ever compare.

Someone is knocking a rhythm at his front door, and he can't stifle his smile even as his heart runs riot in his chest.

"Hey, man," he says, remarkably nonchalant as he takes Eddie in. Still beautiful, still brimming with energy; his smile wide and dimpled, bouncing on his toes.

"Harrington!" Eddie grabs him into a quick side hug, slapping his back. "Since when do you wear glasses?"

Steve chuckles, touching the horn-rimmed frames. "Oh, god, Robin forced me to get them back in '87? Too many concussions." He touches his forehead. "I usually just wear contacts."

"It's a good look," Eddie says. He's very much not looking at Steve, eyes roaming around the Chicago apartment he's been to many times before.

He watches as Eddie spots the display of his own books, index finger slowly slipping across the spines in a way that makes Steve remember when those same fingers would slide down his spine. He stifles a shiver, turns towards the kitchen.

"So, how's New York? How's the book coming?"

"Livin' the dream." It's not flippant, not like how most people mean it. Eddie leaks genuineness, always has. "The book though...it's a little rough."

Steve sets the coffee maker going, brings fresh pastries and a couple plates over to the table. "I can imagine. It doesn't--it doesn't have to be the same, you know?"

"Yeah, if only I hadn't written three other books leading up to the evil mind wizard," Eddie chuckles. He grabs a croissant and tears it in half. "It'll be alright, Harrington. I'll figure it out. I lived through it the first time, after all."

Steve doesn't remind him that he almost didn't, that they almost didn't. Instead, he pours coffee, listens as Eddie talks about how to fictionalize the worst month of their collective lives.

He splashes milk into Eddie's coffee, taps in three scoops of sugar. He carries it to where Eddie waits, still talking about the logistics of Vecna-slash-Henry-slash-One in his novel, but his words abruptly stop as his hands wrap around the porcelain.

"Steve?"

It's only then that Steve realizes what he's done--made Eddie's coffee like he took it back then, made it without thinking, totally on muscle memory, when the best of his mornings were spent in Eddie's arms.

His cheeks glow crimson and he grips at the back of his neck. "S-sorry." He says. "It--is this still how you take it?"

"Yeah." Eddie's eyes fall from Steve's face, his own cheeks pink. "It's--yeah. Still the same."

"I'm sorry--"

"--Steve, I--"

They don't laugh. They both stop speaking and look at each other, faces still red. Steve thinks there's nothing for it but to get it all out now.

"I'm sorry, Eddie." He takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry I never came back. I'm sorry I didn't explain why. I'm just--really, really sorry."

Eddie's eyes are hooked on the table top, fingers twisting and twisting his coffee mug. "Can I--why? I waited and you--why?"

Steve swallows, but it gets stuck in his throat, and now he's the one who can't look up from his hands.

"My parents got home early," he manages. "My dad, he was waiting for me. I guess one of the neighbors thought it best to tell them who I'd been spending my time with."

Silence falls over the table, and he chances a look up at the man across from him, the one whose knuckles bite into his lips, whose eyes shine with unshed tears.

"You should've called me. You should've--you could've stayed with us. We would've kept you safe."

"Eddie, I couldn't. I physically couldn't," the admission costs him so much.

"Steve," Eddie chokes on his name, voice nothing but anguish. "Did anyone--You could've--you were all alone."

He shakes his head. "Robin knew. She snuck through my window to take care of me, but my parents--I couldn't--" This time the words really won't come. "We made a plan. We started that job at Family Video, and we saved up our money."

Now, Eddie's face is creased with grief. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry."

Steve shakes his head, smiles despite the wreckage around his heart. "You have nothing to be sorry for, baby. I left you with no explanation. I broke your heart. And--and--" He thinks, what does it hurt to say it at this point. "I love you. I love you so much. I convinced myself you were better off without me, that we could have a clean break and you could get over me."

Eddie's hands cover his face, muffle the sob that slips out. "Get over you?" He whispers. "There's never been one like you, sweetheart."

He slides around the table to kneel at Eddie's side. "Hey." Deep brown eyes stare back at him, Eddie's face wet with tears. "It's always you, Ed. Always. I didn't want to say anything, if you had moved on, but--"

There's not really any transition from them talking to them kissing; Steve slips into it like he did all those years ago, when he first asked for Eddie's kiss. Their mouths slot together, their bodies fit like they always used to, perfect puzzle pieces. Steve's knees give out at the first brush of Eddie's tongue, and they collapse into a heap on the kitchen floor. Even then, they don't part.

Eventually, Steve does break the embrace, face flushed and hair a disaster, glasses hanging off one ear. "Okay, trying to be responsible here. Should we take a pause, go on a date first? Slow down?"

"Nine years isn't slow enough?" Eddie's pupils are blown, hair frizzed around his head.

"When you put it that way," Steve can't help but laugh. "I just want to do right by you, Eddie. Make up for--everything."

Eddie grins down at him, that sunshine beam smile where his dimples pop. "Tell you what, how bout you take me to bed now, and I'll let you take me on a date tomorrow?"

"Oh, you'll let me?" Steve rakes a hand through Eddie's mane of hair. "I don't think you'll have any choice."

"You sure about that, Stevie?" Their lips are so close, the brush with every word.

"Uh-huh," Steve's having trouble keeping his eyes focused, overwhelmed by the sheer force of Eddie Munson. "Never letting you go again, Ed."

Surprise! Part 2! I genuinely had no intention on doing a follow-up, but so many of you asked so nicely that it gave me this idea. Sorry if I miss anyone in the tag list and thank you for reading! @everywherenothere @tiny-enthusiast @emma-elsa-0000 @fuzzyduxk @moonythepluviophile @anaibis @rhapsodyinalto @bunk12bear @tillystealeaves @velocitytimes2 @s-trawberryv-eins @marklee-blackmore @ignoremyworld @its-a-me-a-morgan @goodolefashionedloverboi @starman-jpg @djohawke @adaydreamaway08

[writer-room]

Isn't it fun how everyone saw what terrified them most, but Nya's was so "unbelievable" that she broke out instantly? She was shown the one thing that was supposed to terrify her, make her spiral. But of course it wasn't real. It's Jay. If there's one thing she never once doubted, its that Jay is absolutely smitten, so of course he'd never forget her. What a silly thing to think, to be afraid of. She went through so damn much for this boy, and him for her, and we know how she is. Wouldn't it be petrifying if all that work, all that emotional turmoil, that clawing for love, could be forgotten just like that? Its quite a feat, really, that she can finally be confident in knowing such a fear is irrational.

It was easy to break free from such a place. It was only ever meant to scare her, and she has nothing to be afraid of. Right?

[lovedeathalice]

Rewatching fellow travelers rn and I literally just noticed that Tim kept a ticket for the COCKettes on his pin board😭 He was able to see a different kind of Rockettes alright

[rafedarling]

honestly i want him to be my baby daddy, but sadly he don’t even know i’m exist on this planet

[gunsatthaphan]

🎉🎆💋

[mpxayden]

a starter for the wonderful @mpahri and, well, the @inarimp feature the lion @lioxmp

TW: violence, homicide

“Hurry up, okay?”

Lio shoved the gun into his gloved hand, threw the commanding reminder over his shoulder, then off to the opposite direction, behind the bushes, where the still-warm corpses were waiting to be interred.

Ayden stared at his fingers squeezing the handle of the soulless weapon. Suddenly, he wondered if one could weigh death, then should it be about this size of heaviness?

To the ever-bustling city, this part of the forest was almost forgotten. Barely any light could spike through the maze of tree trunks and foliage, the one that did was weakened to the point it turned more illusion than reality.

But it was not a problem for Ayden, never a problem for a demigod whose fox spirit essence had just discovered its new limit. The once-dampened soil underneath his boots was all dried up, and so was that within the two-meter radius, all thanks to the burst of foxfire that immediately took a few out.

Lucky for them to carry this revenge scene in a clearing, a ‘stage’ created by Lio, or it could be some of his connections, Ayden forgot to ask about that. Physically and mentally tiring, he could not handle his words properly, yet he knew Lio knew he much appreciated the meticulous plan they had. The other even had two shovels at the back of his van, just in case one did not work fast enough to bury their crime.

The human kneeling in front of him let out a low groan, as if being unhappy for being ignored. Ayden steered his eyes to the man, the one that, according to his own testimony, was the instigator of Yeji’s misery.

Ayden’s head hurt, his pulse bumping like crazy, the gun in his hand trembling, silently screaming for a shot. The muffler now stared straight into the half-gone eyes of the sinful abuser. It, with the chilly breezes of Kyoto, waiting impatiently for the call.

The son of Inari still hesitated. Is this too merciful?

Deep in his thoughts and worn out by his half-planned foxfire combustion, Ayden missed the rustling noises and dull footsteps rushing in from behind his back. He caught Lio’s faraway alarming voice, but it was not behind a big shadow tackling him facedown on the forest’s bare ground.

wishes came true

[fairyofshampgyu]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE ALBUM RPEVIENHOFLY FUCK OMG OMG OMG 😭😭😭😭😭😭 HOLY FUCK 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[yuseirra]

** persona 3 reload spoilers**

P3R adventures - Messiah

the last time I played I was able to summon messiah (thanks to have beaten the reaper just with yukari and all.. I still don't know how I was able to make it but I did it and it gave out a lot of EXP...)

Orpheus + Thanatos = Messiah is such a cool concept. I think it's supposed to imply a lot of meaningful stuff too but here's a smol..lighthearted comic :)

[the-names-kam]

in honor of me finally watching season 2 of the bad batch (and once again losing my mind over these two) i decided to redraw this old comic of mine!

(originally based off of this post by @simplysummers!)

[ildiavoloro55o]

Ferrari boys getting pole after their birthdays is so special to me!! 🫶🫶

[rimouskis]

I know there's a lot of talk about how childfree people are more free to discuss their wants and lives and lifestyles but there is also a lot of talk from parents (specifically mothers) who feel abandoned by society and let down and as someone who is uninterested in kids yet feels deeply for and wants to improve the material conditions of parents in this country..................... it still feels stupidly and frustratingly selfish and hard to watch a friendship deteriorate because of someone's journey into parenthood and the only societally-acceptable message I'm allowed to take from and communicate about it is "it's so hard for parents and we need to give them grace"

[d1sapp01ntm3nt]

if you’re a GGY artist or just fnaf artist in general PLEASE consider becoming mutuals with me!!! I’m trying to find other people in this little corner of tumblr who like GGY and Gregory and it’d be really cool if I could be friends with y’all!!!!

[dire-miralis]

WE WIN

[mrpenguinpants]

I am attracted to men but at what cost