you usually just call him by his nickname, sometimes "baby" when you're feeling extra cheesy, "babe" when you want to flirt something out of him. "edward" when he crosses a line, or when you want to make fun of him. one day, it just comes out naturally.
you're barely awake in his bed, listening to the sounds of him putting something together for breakfast. a pan on the stove, the clinking of mugs on the counter. you wonder which ones dos he choose for this morning. he comes in the room, then, and the lines on his face all smile at you.
"d'you want coffee?" he asks, a hand running over your back, still under the covers.
"yeah." you whisper, still not having found your voice. nuzzling your face on the pillow, eyes closed, not really here yet. "thanks, angel."
eddie doesn't answer, but you feel a soft kiss on the top of your head.
has he ever been called anything but the opposite of that? the devil himself, the antichrist. it's been written on walls, said to his face, glued to his back. has he ever been seen in a different light?
has that ever happened before you? and maybe... maybe to you he could be.
I love how much personality you can give each stp voice design while still making it clear that Hey! This Is Still The Same Creature!
It brings me so much joy
You like em? π«΅
Have a handful π€²
[notice: please donβt put them in the washing machine, donβt chomp on any of them, donβt squeeze them too hard, be gentle with them and the Stubborn MIGHT consider not biting youοΏΌ]
max giggling twirling his hair kicking his feet doubling over laughing crying the second daniel opens his mouth is so. is the dick that good. is it worth this level of humiliation max. this man is so far beyond being lost in the sauce he's drowning in the sauce hes fucking dead in the fucking sauce. pick urself off of the floor max for the love of god