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ghosttotheparty · 1 year

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love me softly p5

tags from @howdidyouallgetinmyroom on part four bc hello!! tentative but sweet!!! describes their relationship EXACTLY

They end up at the quarry, parked up on the cliff and listening to the water in the dark after the lights of the van turn off. And they talk. And talk and talk and talk. Steve is a little drunk. He keeps giggling about how Eddie fell on his way out the window.

Eddie tells him about his own dad when they’re sitting in the back of the van. How he used to talk to Eddie, what he used to call him. That Eddie moved to Hawkins when he was a kid with his uncle just to get away from him. And Steve mumbles that he’s glad that Eddie is in Hawkins. That he likes seeing him in the hallways.

And Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever felt peace like this, sitting in silence, in the middle of the night, in the dark, with a tipsy Steve Harrington.

He takes Steve home after a while, doing his best to follow Steve’s directions around town until he finds his house. It’s in the woods, hidden from view until he’s pulling into the driveway, and it’s fucking massive. A mansion out in the asscrack of nowhere.

Steve just sighs when they arrive. And Eddie tells him softly, Go to bed, Stevie. And Steve tells him softly, Thank you.

Steve avoids his eyes at school on Monday, but it isn’t weird. Because his cheeks are pink every time Eddie catches him looking, and because because he isn’t just looking, but he’s taking sneaking glances.

He seems almost nervous, anxious about something, but Eddie doesn’t know what until the end of the day, when he’s hurriedly swinging his locker open. He stops short, his eyes catching on a folded piece of paper on top of the mess of books and trash that fill his locker.

His face is burning immediately, and the hurry of catching up with the guys is gone from his mind as he reaches for it, leaning into the locker to hide as he unfolds it.

He has to close his eyes for a moment after seeing it, falling into his locker with a quiet giggle.

It’s a messy drawing of two figures sitting side by side. The pencil marks are zig-zagged in shadows, dark and heavy, and he can see the smudges from Steve’s hand, where it dragged the graphite across the page.

Eddie’s face hurts because he’s smiling so hard, and he feels so warm he might develop a fever. It feels like there’s a beam of sunlight in his chest.

The drawing goes up on his wall when he gets home. He tells Steve he got it by sending him a wink next time he catches him looking, and Steve’s face lights up pink before he looks away.

He does that a lot. Especially if he’s with his friends. Eddie doesn’t mind.

Because he’s the one that got to sit in the dark with Steve, that got to listen to his nearly delirious giggles, that gets little sketches in his locker. No one else got any of that.

The next time he sees Steve do That Thing, it’s after school on a Friday, and Eddie is headed to his locker after Hellfire.

Everyone else has already headed home, and the halls are quiet and dark as he’s sorting through his notebooks, struggling not to drop anything, and he startles when a door bangs open.

He rolls his eyes at the sound of raucous, dude bro laughter, trying to hurry so he can leave before they make their way down the hall, but a notebook slips from his arm, and loose papers scatter across the floor. Character sheets, stats, everything.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—”

He scrambles to pick them up, shoving everything into his locker and falling to his knees, snatching them up without caring about wrinkling and folding them.

The laughter and banter falls silent when they round the corner, and Eddie grits his teeth.

“What’s this?” Tommy Hagen’s voice says, and it’s so patronising and mean that Eddie glares up at him. “You cleaning up from your Satanic club?”

Eddie huffs, grabbing the last paper and standing.

“Nothing Satanic about it, man.” They’re the same height. Eddie wishes he was taller. “You should stop talking about shit you don’t understand.”

Tommy cocks his head, his eyes narrowing.

“What the hell makes you think you can talk to me like that?” he asks in low voice. Eddie almost laughs.

“What the hell make you think I can’t?”

Tommy’s nostrils flare, and his eyes are shining in the dim light of the hallway, and he smacks the papers out of Eddie’s hands. They scatter across the floor again, and the boys behind Tommy laugh. Except Steve.

“Tommy, come on.”

“Not so brave when you’re not on tables, huh?” Tommy says, ignoring Steve and pushing at Eddie’s shoulders. Eddie stumbles back without breaking eye contact, setting his jaw and pushing Tommy’s hands away, but Tommy just pushes him again.

“Tommy, stop,” Steve says sharply, tugging on Tommy’s hood and pulling him away. “Come on, man, cut it out.”

“Jesus,” Tommy says, shrugging him off. “What, are you friends with this freak?”

Eddie’s head tilts, still staring silently at Tommy.

“No, I—” Steve hesitates, adjusting his bag. “You’re just being a dick for no reason, he isn’t doing anything.”

“He’s taking up space,” Tommy says dryly, giving Eddie a look.

“Come on,” Steve says again. “You were already saying you’re gonna be late home, let’s just go.”

Tommy just huffs and walks past, stepping directly on a character sheet and kicking it away behind himself. The other boys laugh and bump into Eddie, jostling him as they pass, and Eddie finally lowers to the ground, slowly collecting papers.

He looks over his shoulder to find Steve looking back at him, an unreadable, desperate expression on his face. Eddie looks away.

The last page he collects is ripped. And his eyes burn.

He hasn’t cried in a long time. He doesn’t know why this is the last straw.

Tears are falling on the paper, and he wipes his face so hard it hurts, standing to shove everything in his locker before he slams it shut, the sound of it echoing down the hall.

He goes to the closest bathroom to splash some water in his face, but the water just mixes with his tears, which won’t stop.

So he lets himself cry, lets the tears slide down his face as he slides down the wall to sit on the floor, tucking his face under the collar of his shirt.

He hasn’t cried this hard in months. Maybe years. His throat hurts, and his body is trembling, and his face aches, and he can’t fucking stop.

He’s distantly aware of a voice, but doesn’t lift his head until a hand lands gently on his shoulder, and he startles violently, recoiling and hitting the hand away as he lifts his head.

Steve is crouching in front of him, but he’s covering his head with his arm, his eyes squeezed shut before he open them to look at Eddie, a fear in his eyes that makes Eddie’s whole body hurt.

Eddie moves quickly, shifting to his knees so he’s kneeling in front of Steve, and he hugs him tightly, his arms around his neck, and he’s still sobbing, his words almost unintelligible.

“No— I’m sorry, I— I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry, Steve—”

Steve is already hugging him back, pulling Eddie against himself.

“No, it’s okay,” Steve says quietly. His hands run over Eddie’s back, and he’s hushing him softly, whispering to him, and Eddie is just crying.

He presses his face into Steve’s shoulder, letting out hiccuping sobs, and Steve’s cheek presses to the top of his head as his arms tighten. He slides until he’s sitting, gathering Eddie between his legs.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Eddie sobs, clutching at Steve’s arm. “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.”

“I know,” Steve says softly, rocking them slightly. “I know, Eddie, it’s okay.”

He’s rubbing his back gently, combing through his hair, taking shaky breaths that tell Eddie that he’s crying too.

“God, I’m sorry,” Eddie chokes, reaching to wipe his own face, trying to sit up, but Steve doesn’t let him, wiping it away himself.

“‘S okay to cry,” he says gently.

And Eddie realises something awful.

Something irreversible, something so fucking terrible that it just makes him cry harder.

He’s falling in love.

He closes his eyes and falls against Steve, crying harder.

“Eddie,” Steve whispers after a while, almost cradling Eddie’s head. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why the fuck are you apologising?” Eddie asks weakly, lifting his head, and Steve wipes his cheek again.

“Because I… said that …”

Oh.

Eddie shakes his head, grabbing the front of Steve’s shirt.

“No, I don’t care about that.”

“You know I was lying, right?” Steve asks desperately, leaning forward. Eddie wants to kiss him.

“I know,” Eddie says, nodding. “I’m not— I’m not crying about that.”

“Okay,” Steve breathes. His eyes are glistening with unshed tears, and Eddie’s chest hurts. “Then why…”

Eddie shakes his head, swallowing thickly, and a tear falls down his cheek. Steve’s hand is warm when he wipes it away. Eddie wants to die.

“I don’t know,” he says quietly. His eyes drift down Steve’s face, tracing his moles. “I think I just… Today’s been long, I think I just— like, crashed.”

“That’s okay,” Steve says softly.

“‘M sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to apologise for.”

Steve’s voice is soft, echoey, bouncing off the white tiled walls. Eddie exhales shakily, wiping his face again.

“What would make you feel better?” Steve asks softly. Eddie shrugs weakly.

“I don’t know.”

Steve is quiet, one of his hands still running through Eddie’s hair gently, and Eddie realises that he’s still grasping Steve’s shirt in his hand. His cheeks burn and he pulls his hand away, releasing the fabric, but Steve catches his hand, squeezing it.

Eddie’s eyes catch on their hands, watching Steve’s fingers brush over his skin. His hands are so different from Eddie’s, longer and more graceful, smooth and soft and unscarred. More tan, especially against Eddie’s pale skin and the silver rings he’s wearing. Eddie can’t looks away. His breathing is slower, and the tears have stopped, but his skin is tacky with them, and he can see his clumped eyelashes in his peripheral vision.

He can feel Steve looking at him. Steve, who’s sitting in silence on the floor of a school bathroom, holding his hand.

“Do you wanna go for a drive?” Eddie asks quietly.

“Yeah,” Steve says softly. “I’d like that.”

“Okay.”

Eddie drives. They leave Steve’s car in the school parking lot and sit in silence until they reach the quarry again. Eddie drives there almost on instinct, like it’s where they’re supposed to be, and they sit in the back together, close enough that their legs are touching.

It feels easier for Eddie to exist when he’s not in the school.

“You wanna talk about your day?” Steve asks quietly. It’s dark in the van, dark outside, and Eddie can hear the sound of the water below them. It’s nice.

“‘S just…” He pauses. “I don’t know, it wasn’t that it was bad, it just… Was long.”

“You, uhm.” Steve hesitates. “God, that sounds mean, never mind.”

“Just say it,” Eddie says with a little laugh.

“You… You look tired lately. When I see you.”

Eddie sighs, letting his head fall back to the wall.

“I really hate school,” he says. “Don’t like being there.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Eddie nods, and he takes a deep breath. It shakes.

There’s a quiet moment, and then Steve is moving closer, his arms stretching to take Eddie between them, and Eddie lets himself fall against Steve again. His chest hurts.

He lays against Steve’s chest, tucking his hands between them comfortably, and Steve’s face presses to the top of Eddie’s head. Eddie closes his eyes.

“I’m sorry my friends are assholes,” Steve says quietly.

“‘S not your fault.”

“Still.”

“Don’t apologise to me, Steve. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“…Okay.”

“You even got Tommy to stop,” Eddie adds, suddenly remembering. “Which…” Steve’s hand runs over his head, over his mangled curls. “Thank you.”

Steve just holds him tighter.

Eddie’s eyes squeeze, and he’s almost nuzzling into Steve’s chest. He smells like cologne, and like something that belongs just to Steve. Eddie wonders if his house has the same smell. If his bed does. (It probably does. Though Eddie would love to do his own investigation into the question.)

“One of my character sheets ripped,” Eddie says quietly, breaking the silence. “That was— That was what kind of… I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What did I just say?”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Steve.”

“Fuck, sorry.”

They’re both giggling quietly. Eddie can feel Steve’s chest shaking with it.

“Steve.”

“Sorry— Fuck—“

Eddie sits up and claps a hand over Steve’s mouth, watching as Steve’s eyes sparkle and crinkle under his grin.

“Just stop talking,” Eddie says.

Steve nods.

Eddie removes his hand and lays back down against his chest.

“Who was the character?” Steve asks after a few moments.

“Hm?”

“The— The character sheet. Tell me about the character.” He drags his fingertips through Eddie’s hair. “I don’t know anything D&D, I’m very out of my element. But I’m… willing to learn.”

“Jesus,” Eddie breathes.

“What?”

“You’re a sweetheart, Steve Harrington.”

Steve giggles again.

Eddie tells him. He talks and talks and talks, tracing lines over Steve’s arm mindlessly, melting against Steve even more when his fingers tangle in Eddie’s hair and tug lightly as he’s playing with it.

It feels nice.

Steve asks him questions, prompts him to give him more information, and he’s actually interested in what Eddie’s saying, and there’s a swarm of butterflies in Eddie’s stomach. He might die.

After a while Eddie falls quiet, and his eyes falling shut, and the feelings of Steve’s heartbeat on his face and Steve’s fingers in his hair are lulling him to sleep.

“Shit,” he says softly, starting to sit up, blinking his eyes.

“What?” Steve says in a small voice, his hand falling away from Eddie’s hair.

“I’m falling asleep, I’m…”

“That’s okay,” Steve says. His hand tugs at Eddie’s shirt gently. “‘S fine, come back.”

He sounds so small, so desperate, that Eddie doesn’t even think twice before he falling onto Steve again, and Steve is hugging him tightly. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, gripping Steve’s shirt.

“When am I driving you back to your car?” he asks, his voice muffled by Steve’s chest.

“Don’t know,” Steve says, sighing softly. “Don’t care.”

“…Okay.”

Their legs twine together, and Eddie turns slightly, his head resting under Steve’s chin. He can feel Steve’s chest rise and fall with every breath, can feel Steve’s arms firm around him like he’s holding him in place, and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt like before. This safe and protected and comfortable, in the arms of a boy he’s actually talked with approximately three times.

He slides a hand down Steve’s arm, over the folds of his shirt, over his forearm, over his wrist, over his hand. He traces his knuckles. They’re so soft.

He traces light lines over Steve’s fingers, and Steve is lifting them to meet Eddie’s until their fingers are curling together.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, furrowing his brows. Steve’s arm tightens around Eddie and he squeezes his hand, and Eddie turns his face to press to Steve’s chest.

Eddie wonders if Steve knows what he’s doing. If he has any idea how fucking gay this is, snuggling Eddie in the back of his van.

But Steve doesn’t seem to mind. His other hand runs over Eddie’s hair again. And Eddie drifts off.

part six

read the whole thing on ao3

#taking ideas/suggestions in my asks or dms <3 #also considering a title so i can put this on ao3 bc thisbis not even a ficlet series anymore #although i still don’t rly have an actual plot for this i’m just making shit up #but that’s What I Do #anyway love u #steddie ficlet #steddie #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #love me softly

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flyingspicerack · 1 year

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Hello! I'm so sorry if anyone has already asked this before but how did Mao and Ichi meet and how did they get closer?

*cracks my knuckles*

OKAY SO This is basically the plot of my Maoichi fic that you can read HERE IF YOU WANT TO! I understand reading fics isnt for everyone and i am happy to explain and summarize here. IM JUST attaching the fic link for those who may want to read it because i love sharing my writing. I'm very proud of it and all the research i did/am doing

BUT TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION MORE COMPACTLY.... under the cut, the summary turned into a couple paragraphs

Ichimatsu was just walking around Akatsuka ward midday down a street he normally doesn't walk down, and sees a sign for a cat café he never noticed and rushes over to the window to see the cats. It doesn't dawn on him until he's actually at the window looking in that it's not open yet. There's someone inside, sitting on the ground, trying to put a cat tree together incorrectly (as in trying to put two pieces together that don't go together) and that turns out to be Mao! Ichimatsu ogles a little bit and realizes he shouldn't so he goes to the OTHER SIDE OF THE STREET to watch from afar because now he's curious for some reason and he just sticks around a bit until Mao finally notices him. They see he's been hovering for a while so they stop what they're doing and go to the front door (going to open it but don't remember that its locked so they thump right into the door which causes Ichi to laugh a little) and then beacon Ichi over to which he timidly does. He doesn't listen to a word they say because he's watching them so intently but he finally realizes and the information gets across that the cat café is going to be opening this weekend, they had him a flyer with a coupon that has 15 free minutes with the cats with no need for purchase, and he goes on his way.

So that's how they meet, and they get closer slowly over several months of him going to the cat café as well as their paths crossing. They are mutually pining for each other hard and tbh im a hopeless romantic so its a liiiiittle bit of like, a love at first sight kinda thing almost? Not exactly but... both are mutually just infatuated with each other, both have anxiety and similar temperaments so they don't realize that their crushes are reciprocated. Think about how Ichi doesn't think he's good for anything, like how he refers to himself as literal trash? Imagine Mao blushing and stuttering because they're nervous to talk to him? He'll perceive that as their face is red because they're so mad he's even talking to him, and they're stuttering because they're trying to hold themself back from laughing or gagging. Meanwhile, Mao is doing their best to get over their social awkwardness and talk normally to a guy that THEY don't think they have a chance with because why would ANYONE give them a chance, let alone the guy they're crushing so hard on.

#spice.ososan #spice.ask #AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKIGN THIS #ive been meaning to kinda summarize their first meeting into a few bite sized paragraphs so this gave me a great oportunity #maoichi #mao #ichimatsu x oc #im gonna be real here im tooting my own horn for my fic writing skills.... ive recieved multiple compliments across multiple fandoms that..#i do a decent job at capturing the characterization of characters.... cause i take this shit too seriously #anyway love u #yes im pointing at the one reading this

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ellrond · 2 years

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If anyone would like to read a fic of the hundred years between the war ending and Elrond and Celebrían finally getting married, I’ve just started one here and would love your thoughts I promise it’ll be angsty and slow burn 🥰

#Elrond #celebrian #celrond #so far it has 0 hits too and I’m 😭😭#anyway love u #Ellie writes

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jamieenthusiast · 1 year

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Gonna make sorry boys art no one kill me I'm still gonna draw welcome home stuff

#ive been meaning to #but always forget #i love that shit hehe #anyway love u

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lostmykeysie · 1 year

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It’s windier up in the Peak District, the pleasantly warm breeze pushing Remus’s too-long curls back off his sweat dampened forehead. His freckles have been out in full force for the last few weeks since the unusually warm sun had settled, and the skin across his nose and at the tops of his cheeks feels perpetually tight. It’s the only part of him that ever burns; the rest of him—where the sun has shone, at least—is a warm bronze that gets deeper by the day, his scars looking brighter and whiter where they slash across his body.

It’s strange. The older Remus gets and the more self-acceptance he has for himself, the better he’s able to deal with the insecurity that used to slice him into pieces worse than the Wolf, and yet he’s never before felt quite this settled, this comfortable in his own skin.

And then he thinks back to last weekend.

Chapter Eight: Remus, July, 1982

The Missing Link

#the missing link #chimaera & the wolf #myfics #yall i've forgotten to post the last few chapters on here #how did i completely forget about the banner #i had to scroll so far back to find it #anyway chapter eight besties #we're about half way through but i can't add so i might be wrong #i have a sneaky feeling there are 18 chapter #also this chap is 14k someone shoot me in the face #anyway love u #remus lupin #regulus black #wolfstar #jegulus

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crushofdoves · 1 year

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okay i’m letting myself back on tumblr for a minute just so i can respond to all the posts i’ve been tagged/messages/etc etc

#green if u see this no u didn't #guess how much writing i’ve gotten done!!!#that’s right about half of what i wanted to lmao #anyway love u #yes i’m just talking to green in my tags again it’s fine this is normal

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flower-biter · 10 months

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to the like. five mutuals that consistently rb things from me. please know that where I come from that counts as flirting and I am sending u a little forehead kiss.

#if u think I’m talking about you I’m probably talking about u #anyway love u

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queerprayers · 2 years

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Hi, I don’t mean to bother you, but can I please have a prayer request? I recently found out my cancer may have come back. I’ll know for sure on the 10th, but I’m really scared. Thank you so much.

No bother, beloved. That sounds really scary and I'm so sorry you have to wait like this. I hope you're taking care of yourself in these few days, and I hope there are people around you to support you during this difficult time.

Dear God, bring distraction and care in this period of waiting. Bless the healthcare workers as they work to provide accurate results. We pray for good news, of reassurance, healing, and safety. Preserve this person's health, to help them have many more years of strength and love. We also pray for courage, support, and strength should the worst come to pass. Amen.

<3 Johanna

#didn't know how to fit this into a prayer but dear god may your insurance company be agreeable !!#and if you don't have insurance may the charges be light and the debts forgiven and please god help us fix the system #i should have started with dear god i hope this person lives in a better country than the us #anyway love u #prayer requests #asks

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ghosttotheparty · 1 year

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thank you @henrystars for the tag and sorry this took Forever <3

Rules: recommend three of your own fics (1 most popular, two hidden gems) then tag some people!