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anonymergremlin · 5 months

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Lies of P characters MODERN AU: Their favorite League of Legends' characters + favorite skins.

Romeo: Oh Romeo, our protector… our king. Our good man who loves to play… Kayn and Mordekaiser!? Well, he likes to play Kayn because he is fast, he can go through walls AND he has a scythe. Sorry, but not sorry! Mordekaiser on the other hand… well… he's the big tanky 'Emperor' guy who can hit you hard… but Romeo plays him mostly for his Ult. He likes to take out the big mean enemy to protect his friends.

Carlo: My dear boy. His characters are Gwen, Shaco and Riven. Don't get me wrong, he doesn't mind that Gwen is a cute doll girl with huge curly twintails and a cute dress, but he still gets a bit embarrassed when people mention that he really likes playing her. Don't judge him! She has giant scissors! That is so cool! And… she is really cute. Shaco is a character he plays when he is feeling cheeky and a bit mischievous. He is not toxic, he just enjoys the chaos, muhahaha. Riven is another story. She is a strong woman who can go in and come out with most of her health intact. It makes him feel pretty good to be able to carry the game with her! Also the fact that her weapon is literally a broken blade? nods That is cool!

Eugénie: The best weapons girl you have ever seen loves to play two characters, Heimerdinger and Aphelios. Heimi is a bit of a cliché, but she thinks he looks cute (almost like a fluffy cat) and she just loves his kit. The power of science and engineering…. yeah, she loves the big canon. Anyway, Aphelios… she not just loves him for his many weapons… she also plays him really well. Eugénie loves a challenge, and the fact that he is a pretty boy is just an added bonus.

Sophia: Two characters, Sona and Morgana. Wait, listen. Sona… I know… blue-haired girl yeah~, BUT there is more to it. Sophia just loves to support. And Sona IS a full support. Poking, movement speed gain, healing and stunning while playing a sweet and gentle character? YES! Plus, she really loves her design. Morgana on the other hand is the character she likes to play when she wants to be more "aggressive". She wants to show that she can be more than just a "support". Ends you with the power of a real supportive sweetheart.

P: Finally our lovely, perfect and sweet Boi. P loves playing Gwen, Ekko and Hwei. Gwen, well. First of all, he often fights with Carlo over who gets to play her. But he usually backs down and lets his 'twin brother' play her. He is a very good Boi. But yes, same reasons as Carlo. He likes her kit and she is very cute. Ekko, well, since Ekko is a good guy himself and a funny character who goes straight into the fight and gets out easily… P really enjoys that. It matches his mostly casual style of play, while also being rather helpful. Hwei… do I really need to explain? Caster, ranged, colourful abilities, and somehow gives him a vibe that reminds him of himself. Hwei was just made for him.

#lies of p #lies of p modern au #headcanons #lies of p x league of legends #i just had to write this down #a little silly but i love it~

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r0b0t1me · 2 years

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important note: while i like to draw mikey going completely apeshit and being Very ferocious and cruel (when he wants to be) you must know that he still enjoys being sweet and fun on some level. he hand stitched casey’s baby clothes when they first took him in (and enjoys training with him and teaching him things later on). he cooks for resistance members on their birthdays. when he has the chance he tries to archive things from the hidden city and save what little human cultural remains he can find in the rubble (pictures, flags, art, writing, etc. if he finds toys he brings them back for casey.).

hes just very stressed out and full of grief and frustration from the. yknow Everything. unfortunately

#bad future #not art #he doesnt draw anymore though. or at least he says that #but leo will catch him doodling during mission briefings sometimes #hard habit to break #also i will draw some of these things someday i swear #i just had to write this down

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bluelolblue · 2 months

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Okay so this is inspired by a tiktok with Johnny Cage and Kenshi

What actually happened when Santino visited John, this is canon fr

Santino: Can we have sex one more time?

John: Leave my house.

Santino: I just wanna have sex one more time-

John: Leave my house.

Santino: ...

John: Leave my house, I'm not having sex with you! Leave my house-

Santino: Why do you hate me? >:(

John: Leave my house!

#santino d’antonio #john wick #john wick x santino d'antonio #I JUST HAD TO WRITE THIS DOWN #bc this is literally them #oh i love them so much #santino just can't get enough of john #and will always come back for more #and he'll come-

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wanderingmind867 · 9 months

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I don't like explicit content like sexual stuff (explicit images are really all I worry about, not the words). But I'd still take explicit photos over scary things. If it were up to me, it'd be horror that was banned, not porn. I'd take pornography over nightmare fuel any time! One is much worse for me! One actually traumatizes me!

#I just had to write this down #because it's true #autism #asd #neurodivergent #autistic #actually autistic #easily scared #neurotic #adhd #audhd #aegosexual

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idreamimpossiblethings · 2 years

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It’s been a year.

It’s been a year since that fateful night.

It’s been a year since my heart ended up shattered all over the pavement.

It’s been a year and we’ve talked it through.

It’s been a year and I still want you.

It’s been a year and I’m still here.

Still stuck on you, while you’re stuck on her.

It’s been a year and we still talk.

It’s been a year and we’ve moved on to casual intimacy.

It’s been a year and you’re still confusing me.

I can’t believe it’s been a year.

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haematoclan · 1 month

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Leo's relationship with death

Leo really doesn't like to think about death.

I mean, we all saw how much impact Karai's death had on all of Mad Dogs but Leo was the only one that had to be dragged from her, yelling after her, he really, really didn't want to lose her.

And I think when he lost her it left a deep scar.

I saw posts talking how Leo wants for things to get back to normal and pretend nothing happened, which I completely agree with. I think it's in big part because of his fear of repeating losing a close one.

He REALLY doesn't want to even acknowledge death.

Here Raph seemed to be getting through to Leo-

-but the moment he mentions possibility of his family dying?

Nope, time to deflect, joke and feign ignorance.

Leo's aware that death is a big part of being a responsible hero and that's why he'd rather goof off with his brothers and not train.

Because obviously when you ignore something it just dissapears, right? So if they ignore severity of certain situations and possibility of dying it won't happen, right?

If they don't treat it seriously they'll be fine! Totally!

Then Raph shields Leo from the Krang and sends him away.

And it's as if Karai's death stared right in his eyes.

So Leo picks up the slack of leadership in order to save Raph. He behaves carelessly during this time but can you really blame him, he desperately wants to save his brother, to stop yet another family member from death that he is so scared of.

He still tries to be positive and nonchalant, that "pfff obvioulsy everything will turn out alright!" but at the end of the day, it's not that simple.

Casey's speech had hard time to really hit Leo, he's still avoiding confronting resposibility, literally and metaphorically turning away from it. But the moment Casey says Leo's whole family died?

Now that made an impact.

And every time his family is in terrible danger he looks absolutely terrified and basically every time Leo has to be dragged away to not just return and try to save them again.

And when there's nobody to drag him away?

First thing he does is sacrifice himself. Because I don't think Leo is scared of his own death, or at least he is not as scared of him dying as his family. He'd rather give away his life than live through another grief.

Obviously I'm not sayin that the rest of the fam isn't terrified of close ones dying. But while they seem less aware (Mikey) and/or more ready for the possibility (Raph)...

Leo's wholly aware but he'd rather not be and ignore his fears until he can't anymore.

#rottmnt #rise leo #long post #don't mind me just trying to explore leo's avoidance #analysis #it thinks!#oh btw interesting that both karais sacrifice and raphs both have these pink tinted color palettes #idk if im saying something obvious but ive had this on my mind for so long i had to write it down

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shehzadi · 6 months

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so israel simultaneously bombed: an ambulance convoy going to the rafah egypt-palestine border that was transporting the most severely injured, the main entrance to al-shifa hospital, the vicinity of al-quds hospital and the indonesian hospital. in doing so, they’ve martyred at least dozens of people, with the numbers still climbing, only to then bomb the osama bin zaid UNRWA school barely an hour later, and the scenes coming out of there are literally those of children blown to pieces. they are unrecognisable as humans. may Allah accept them all as martyrs. and if that wasn’t enough, al-shifa, which is now completely overwhelmed with martyrs’ bodies and even more injured people than before since it’s sheltering and treating those from 1. the ambulance bombing and 2. the entrance bombing, is now totally blacked out. no more light or electricity.

while all this was happening in ghazzah, israeli settlers, aided by the israeli military, were/have been continuously forcing palestinians from their land in the west bank by burning their land and shooting palestinians.

this is only what has happened today (03.11.23) in a period of about 2-3 hours. remember, this has been the last 75 years for palestinians.

#i had to write down everything in my head everytime i picked up my phone today there was a new massacre #had to put it somewhere so here you go. the massacres of today. and this is not even counting the palestinians being indiscriminately killed #on the streets just because the idf or the settlers feel like it #or the ones dying of their wounds or infection or starvation #m #palestine #!

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askivv · 1 year

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had the weirdest fucking dream

it started with a bus ride with like, half of the ppl i know and ended with me and my family fighting a 'famous' man trying to get into our house, that wasnt even our actual house, that gets his ass beats and turns into a cat ??

im ignoring a lot (like the weird lady that shows up and tries to make everyone a model but shes also kinda evil but i lie to her and she likes me for some reason, ppl having a party in the city hall while we sat outside and a fucking anime character shows up to flirt with me??? the fucking White Van that shows up on the route to my house and almost kidnaps me but instead turns around and leaves bc the scary model lady shows up again??? and then my friend gets into a car crash while the other fuck who ran into her Is The Cat dude i mentioned before. That later steals out neighbors house before he goes to ours .) but why the fuck are my dreams Like That

#i just had to write this down #cuz this shit bonkers #why cant i make crazy shit like this for other things idk #my weird dreams #making this a tag if i remember another dream after waking up #anyways good morning

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achillesuwu · 2 months

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Merlin isn't afraid that arthur will kill him if he discover his magic, he isn't afraid about people putting him on a pyre. He can snuff the fire if he wished to. He can cut sword (he literally does it as a 80 yo man)

Merlin is stronger than anyone else if he really wanted to, if he wasn't blocked by something else nothing could bare him from conquering the world.

Then what scare Merlin so much? What could make someone who is literally magic make himself appear weak, make him lie so many time that he starts to believe he can be stopped?

Love. Merlin is afraid to be unlovable. To be a monster. He is afraid to never find somewhere to belong to. That's what drive him and what pull him down.

#I just had to write it down after seeing one too many Merlin being scared of the pyre fic/headcanon jebxjzbs #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin #merthur #merlin emrys #merlin bbc

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inkskinned · 2 years

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i know people are good because of this: the universe often assigns me side quests. in a circular strangeness; despite my inability to locate my-own-anything, i am almost-always finding someone else's lost things. dogs, coats, phones, cash, laptops. it happens so often it's almost tiring; suddenly being looped into a tiny amount of detective work.

but when i'm with other people who are not used to this: the response is almost invariably delight. yes, maybe they are simply thrilled by the mystery. it's just... they light up so much. i think maybe more... i think they like the opportunity to do something kind.

a few weeks ago, i was at a bar and i found a wallet as soon as we stepped outside. i felt nervous to ask for help, worried i would be holding up the night. i picked it up and said go on without me, i should help this get back to its home.

instead, three people pulled out their phones - to find him on facebook, to help cancel his credit cards. two people went back into the bar to tell the bartender, two others went calling down the street. group texts, facebook posts, instagram stories. people, without even seeing what happened, start offering help to me. fifteen minutes and: someone knows someone who knows the guy. the cheer that went up - just for finding him, just for this small thing. someone gets him on the phone. strangers dance around me, hopping on their feet - are you the girl that found that wallet? good for you, that's a good thing you're doing/same thing happened to me and somebody did what you're doing and i thank god everyday for people like you/i can't believe you found him so fast this is so exciting

i gave it back to him in a parking lot. i watched his shoulders sag with relief. there was cash in it still - he checked the pocket, and then sheepishly held the money out to me. i didn't take it. i held up my hands. "it's no problem, man. i know you'd do the same for me."

i don't know him, to be honest. i don't know if he is the same kind of person i am. but he nodded at me.

and i know people are good. i know people are good, because the way this story ends isn't surprising. we wave goodbye awkwardly. my friend loops their arm around me.

"i can't believe we got it back to him," they said. "i'm going to be riding that high for weeks."

#i lost my wallet in disney world once #and really thought i had beefed it bc i was 19 and alone #and a woman got it back to me within an hour #just like . a mom #i have no idea how she got my number or info #and i do think that since then karmatically god has been like.#ur about to be the same person in someone else's life #btw i like the side quests but they never happen at a good time #once saved 2 lost dogs while on the way to the airport. i already had my 70 pound dog in the back of my car #and had to chase 2 dogs down the street to wrastle into my passenger seat #(she ended up writing me the fucking nicest thank you card and sending me WAY #W A Y too much in target bucks as a thank-you)#i went 2 go see batman the other night and legit like. had already been running late #to go see a friend #and instead was like. sorry i have to step outside and use this person's phone to see if i can find them #i once found 250 dollars in cash lol #MEANWHILE IN MY PRIVATE LIFE #I LOSE FUCKING EVERYTHING #adhd will be like #: thou art so observant that it is distracting :#: BUT not observant towards items that are not novel to you :#: die mad about it :#: so it is written. so it must be :#: no nobody saw where you put the fucking car keys :

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bombuni · 8 months

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Walk with me:

Jaime Reyes is a desperate, desperate man for you. He’s trying not to let it show but Khaji-da spouting about his elevated heart rate in the forefront of his mind isn’t helping to calm his nerves.

It’s not like he hasn’t been here before, with you in his lap and his hands trying to carve out a place for him on your hips. It’s just that everytime he has you like this; breathless, eager, with roaming hands and a flushed face to go with it, it leaves him discombobulated. He doesn’t know how he got you here but he forgets all about it every time he feels your lips on his.

Evidently, you notice when his mind goes elsewhere. As if Khaji-da is speaking straight to you and you both are deliberating on what to do with Jaime, you break from the kiss and ask, “You ok? We can stop if you want-“

His mind jumps back in as soon as he hears the word stop, “What? Baby, I’m fine,” he smiles to show you that he is.

Realizing that maybe all he did was wander off, you smile too, “Pues pareces idiota. You’re just sitting there,”

He grumbles in a way to make you laugh, taking your giggles in his own lips and trying to keep them for himself, “You make me an idiot, that’s why.”

#blue beetle #jaime reyes #blue beetle x reader #jaime reyes x reader #jaime reyes x you #dc x reader #imagine #just jaime being a simp for u #bc let’s be clear he’s a simp #srry it’s not much but i jst had this idea #and i had to write it down #girl help im in love with another latino

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delirious-and-slightly-murderous · 2 years

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Esto No Es Amor

#berlermo #fanfic #lcdp #la casa de papel #andres de fonollosa #martin berrote #i did a thing #idk #might translate and post it to ao3 later #i just had to write this down #was gonna do something else #but it just came out #slightly poetic #but not really #also kudos to whoever manages to understand my handwriting #i apologise #español #spanish

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delta-piscium · 10 months

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Steddie | 1.7k words it is (swedish) midsummer so I wrote this based on my favorite old tradition because I can and will make anything steddie, so like glad midsommar (happy midsummer)

“What are you doing?” Steve asks as he follows Eddie to the hallway where he’s frantically putting on his shoes.

“I almost forgot,” he mutters under his breath not acknowledging Steve at all.

“Forgot what?”

“I can’t believe I almost forgot.”

“Eddie,” Steve says a little louder, more adamant.

He does look up at Steve then and almost looks surprised to see him. As if he’d forgotten he was there, as if they haven’t been hanging out for hours.

“Oh,” he says. “Uhm,” he squints at Steve who waits for him to continue, to explain. He doesn’t.

“Yes?” Steve implores because he would really like an explanation. Eddie had just abruptly stood up halfway through telling Steve about some folklore he’s using in his new campaign, just cut himself off mid-sentence and walked off. Steve doesn’t think it’s especially weird or demanding of him to have questions.

“Did you have other plans that you just now remembered?” Steve frowns, starting to feel unsure when Eddie still isn’t saying anything. It’s just past eleven at night and Steve doesn’t know what plans those would be but he had showed up unannounced earlier in the evening so it’s not impossible that Eddie had plans that Steve interrupted.

“No, no, no,” Eddie assures him finally breaking his silence, “it’s- okay it’s a little silly but I read this thing researching and I want to try it.”

And well, okay then.

Steve raises his eyebrows and waves his hand gesturing for Eddie to go on.

Eddie’s cheeks turn a light pink and he resolutely looks somewhere above Steve’s shoulder instead of at him.

“Midsummer, which is today, is supposed to be this magical night and there are all these traditions and old myths about it.”

Eddie glances at Steve and he smiles. Tries to show he’s listening and wants to know whatever thing Eddie read about.

“And well, okay so there’s this one tradition where you pick seven different kinds of flowers before you go to bed and then put them under your pillow and you’re supposed to dream about who you’re gonna spend your life with.”

Steve blinks, wasn’t expecting that and doesn’t know what to say about it, so, he blinks again.

“Maybe it’s dumb, but with all we’ve seen magic and folklore don’t seem so far-fetched and,” he shrugs, “I wanna try. And like, it’s close to midnight and I don’t know if that’s a rule but I don’t wanna risk messing it up.”

“It- huh,” Steve frowns slightly and looks at his shoes then back at Eddie. “Yeah alright, let’s do it. Can’t hurt right?”

His voice is light, like it’s not a big deal and just a fun thing Eddie read about because that’s what it is, isn’t it? But something about it settles deep in Steve’s gut. Makes it feel important in a way he’s not sure he could explain if he tried. Maybe it’s just the fact that Eddie is getting so worked up about the possibility of dreaming about the person he’s gonna spend his life with when Steve maybe a little bit wishes it would be him, but like, only a little.

Eddie looks at him with wide eyes like he didn’t expect Steve to want to join, like maybe he expected Steve to make fun of him for wanting to do it. But then something seems to switch in him and a slow smile spreads over his face and he gives Steve an exaggerated once over.

“Looking to find your true love huh, Harrington?”

“I thought you said it was the person you spend your life with, not the same as true love necessarily.” Steve quips back because technicalities are easier to argue over than answering that question, especially when Eddie is the one asking.

Eddie shrugs. “Different sources say different things, sometimes it’s true love sometimes it’s who you marry.”

“Well, then I guess we’re both looking to find our true loves?” Steve hedges, drags Eddie down with him if they’re gonna go there.

A soft look passes Eddie’s face before a responds, voice quieter. “Guess we are, yeah.”

They pick their flowers in silence, something about the magic being broken if you speak. Walking around the edge of the woods behind Eddie’s trailer a couple of feet apart, every once in a while coming together or crossing paths.

After, Steve stands in between Eddie’s trailer and his own car. Holding on to his bouquet of seven flowers unsure what to do. He could go home, he should go home, but he doesn’t want to. He did have some beers hours ago and if he was allowed to speak he’d use that as an excuse to not drive and ask Eddie to crash on his couch. Right now he can’t though so he sighs inwardly and turns to his car.

He makes it about two steps before a hand reaches out and grips him around his free wrist stopping him. When he turns around Eddie is giving him a look that very clearly says ‘stop being stupid’ and jerks his head towards the trailer silently telling Steve to go with him. He doesn’t let go though and uses his grip on Steve to drag him along like he can’t be sure Steve will actually listen and follow. As if Steve would ever not follow Eddie.

They quickly get ready for bed. And again when Steve walks toward the couch Eddie grabs him and shakes his head. He waves his arms around a bit like that’s supposed to explain anything but Steve isn’t too bothered about an explanation anyways and easily follows Eddie to his bedroom.

They’ve shared a bed before but always when they’ve been drunk or high so this feels different. Steve is a little glad they can’t speak or he’s sure he’d blurt out something way too revealing about it all.

He avoids looking at Eddie as he tucks his flowers in under his pillow, knows Eddie is doing the same next to him. Is aware of it only being an old myth from a region halfway across the world but there’s a weight to it. Something real and tangible.

He expects it to take a while for him to fall asleep like it always does. For him to twist and turn and lay awake until the early morning. For once though, that doesn’t happen. With the weight of Eddie next to him and to the sounds of his soft breathing and small movements, Steve falls asleep.

And he dreams. He dreams of big brown eyes and bright laughter. Of wild hair and warm arms embracing him. He dreams of growing old next to someone and how every wrinkle on their face tells a story of their shared love.

He wants to stay in the dream forever, desperately tries to hold onto it even as he floats into consciousness. He turns and groans, gets a mess of someone’s hair in his mouth and nose and that’s enough to startle him into full wakefulness.

Eddie grumbles next to him, clearly also just waking up. Steve looks at him, with his wild hair and his big brown eyes that are slowly blinking open and of course. Of course, it was Eddie he dreamed about.

Their eyes meet and Eddie freezes. Eyes widening as he looks back at Steve.

“Oh,” he says.

And yeah, oh.

“Eddie?” Steve asks, unsure of how to bring it up, to ask about it. If he even should?

He puts on a teasing smile, even though he feels like goo inside, but making it lighthearted is all he can think of because what if he’s taking this whole thing way too seriously? Jumping to conclusions?

“Dream of anyone?”

Eddie nods and looks away, “I did.” He says it simply, voice careful.

And maybe it isn’t just Steve.

“Who?” He asks, dropping the teasing tone.

Eddie swallows and looks back at Steve. “The person I wanted to dream of,” he says and it’s not really an answer but he’s looking at Steve so intently he thinks it still might be.

He thinks about Eddie’s quiet but delighted surprise at Steve wanting to join him yesterday. About Eddie dragging him first into his trailer and then into his bed. How they’re so close on Steve’s side of the bed and Eddie must have drifted towards him in his sleep.

He bites his lip to stop his smile from spreading too wide, there’s still a chance he’s misinterpreting things, “yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“And who would that be?” Steve asks, leaning in even closer until he feels Eddie’s small puffs of breath across his face.

“You,” Eddie whispers but Steve hears it clearly.

He takes a moment to bask in it, to let it wash over him before he responds.

“That’s good,” Steve tells him eventually and Eddie’s eyes are so wide and open, and so pretty, “because I dreamt of you.”

He knows it’s cheesy so he doesn’t give Eddie time to respond, just leans in and closes the remaining gap between them. Slots their lips together. Eddie gasps into the kiss, grabs Steve by the hair, and pulls him in. Makes all these cute noises that make Steve want and want and want.

He shifts, goes to put his leg in between Eddie’s to move on top of him and get a better angle. But he only gets halfway before Eddie grabs his hips and twists them around. Pushes Steve flat on his back and straddles him.

He grins down at Steve.

“You think the Scandinavian magic worked or was it just dream psychology and wishful thinking?”

“Does it matter?” Steve asks, way too earnestly. But like, they’ve just spent this whole time doing some true love magic so he thinks it’s fine, “got what I wanted.”

“It’s forever though,” Eddie points out, bending down to bite at Steve’s jaw, “if we believe the old Norse people.”

Steve hears the question there, thinks this might be Eddie’s way of asking what this means to Steve. His way of telling Steve this isn’t just a hookup for him.

“God yeah,” Steve exhales, “I fucking hope so.”

He feels Eddie smile into his neck and grabs his hair, uses it to pull him back and steer him into another kiss.

#listen I wrote this today while actively celebrating midsummer during any break i had so lets just hope it makes sense and isn't riddled #with mistakes but if it is i can only apologize...#literally me with anything ever 'but what if it was steddie tho?' like damn del calm down #posting this after midnight tho so just shhh about it okay? ive been busy busy #me: ill work on my wips #also me immediately: *writes something else*#but it was for the occasion so #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dels steddie thoughts #my writing #stranger things #steddie fic

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