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i love kakuhida but i want them to be lesbians so i drew just that

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cant stop drawing these lesbians

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No thoughts, only Scooby Doo style ItaKisa…

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What will he order

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I just think they're neat

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Hey y’all, I’ve been pretty inactive over here, but you can find me in my garbage can of ST content on my personal. ♥ I do try to check in here as often as I can, but it would be great to get some support over there because I would like to eventually start posting my redbubble stuff there

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Eddie shirt now available on my redbubble

https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/118466605

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They have too much to carry for two boys barely in their 20s. Eddie can barely close his eyes at night without the guilt of the last few weeks eating him alive.

Steve dreamt of Russians and their needles, their tools and their knives. They dreamt of the things in the shadows, the things that hid in the crowds in the daylight.

Eddie in particular couldn't sleep tonight. He watched as Steve's chest heaved and fell, his eyes fluttering in his sleep, and he wondered just how long it would be before he was awake too. They were heroes, weren't they? This was the burden of a hero.

Eddie inhaled another drag of burning smoke; he held the breath in his lungs until he felt like his chest might break open, then exhaled through his nose, giving a final puff of billowing smoke passed his cracked lips. He tapped the cherry out in the glass ash tray, setting the rest on the side to finish in the morning.

"Eds...?" Steve's tired voice broke through the silence of the late night. Eddie scratched his fingers tenderly over Steve's scalp and rested his palm on his head.

"Go back to sleep Princess," he grinned through the moonlight. His dark eyes found Steve's tired gaze. He looked fondly down at him to admire the shape of his jaw, his perfectly kissable lips, and his wild bedhead. "I'm still here. I'm riiiight here," he soothed.

"You need to get some sleep too," Steve murmured as he shifted himself to lay his arm lazily over Eddie's hips. "What's on your mind...?"

"You," Eddie replied. It was true, and a lot easier to talk about than the haunts of his mind.

"Just me?" Steve asked with a small laugh of disbelief. He rubbed his eyes and dropped his arm back where it had been; he traced small absent patterns on Eddie's hip. Small stars, hearts, letters, whatever decided to occupy his mind.

"Oh yeah Harrington," Eddie grinned back, the end of his tongue poked out the corner of his lips as he laughed softly. "You're the only thing on my mind. You're all I think about," he waved a hand slowly fanning himself. "Day and night. You and your hair, and that undeniable Harrington charm."

"Okay smartass," Steve grinned, opening his eyes again to look at Eddie. "Go to sleep."

Eddie leaned down and pressed their lips together for a fleeting kiss.

"I mean it," Steve warned as he placed his hand on Eddie's neck.

"Oh I believe you," Eddie kissed Steve again. "You're very menacing. I'm terrified," Eddie spoke against him. Steve bridged the gap between them this time as he pulled Eddie to lay down beside him.

"You better be Munson. I'll kick your ass. You've been awake for almost two days." Steve turned to face him and pressed their foreheads together.

"Fine. But nothing I can dream will compare--" Steve interrupted him with a kiss. "To this." Eddie finished.

"That was terrible."

"What can I say, Steve. I'm a hopeless fucking romantic."

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Also reposting this because it flopped too

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I love them your honor

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A birthday present to myself

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Chapter 1 of my new Steddie fic, a Map to Hope.