steve and eddie have only been together for a few months when eddie starts doing it. he’s not even really sure how it starts, but one day eddie just decides to call out to steve.
“hey steve?” eddie asks, perfectly normally.
“yeah?” steve responds, not even bothering looking up from what he’s doing
“i love you.” eddie says, something akin to reverence in his voice
this makes steve turn his head, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open a little in shock. it’s not the first time he’s ever said it, but he’s never just done it like that.
“i uh- i love you too” steve stutters out, a bright red blush covering his face.
it becomes a thing after that. every now and then eddie will just randomly call out “hey steve?” from where ever he is , just so he can tell him he loves him in the softest voice possible.
after a while steve sees it coming from a mile away, but even so he still plays along and pretends he doesn’t know what eddie’s going to say.
and without fail steve can help but respond just as softly with an “i love you too,” no matter how many times eddie does it, or how many years have gone by.
as soon as the internet decided depression and anxiety were the everyman mental illnesses and therefore not to be taken seriously we were all fucked tbh bc the fact that i have to feel embarrassed to admit i have debilitating anxiety because people will think im just an uwu dont call me out coward is ridiculous. its insane that i have to clarify that my depressive episodes are like life threatening and not whatever dipshit dumbed down idea of depression people seem to have like oh yeah i just wanna watch netflix and eat ice cream and not text people back. like bro i think im the devil
sorry i saw your boyfriend out on the counter so i put him in the fridge for you. no yeah he’s fine i just didn’t want him going bad. yeah he’ll reheat fine in the microwave.