#because they love each other

[rainbow-nerdss]

"How come you never talk to me about sports?"

It's late in the afternoon on a lazy Sunday, and they're just curled up on the couch together. Eddie's got a book in one hand, and he's carding the fingers of his other through Steve's hair. Steve's got the sports pages from the morning paper in his lap, and he's looking through it idly.

He stops when he hears Eddie's question, though, cranes his neck back to look at him.

"Huh?"

"How come you never talk about sports? I just realised I don't even know what teams you support." Eddie dog-ears his book and sets his book aside as he asks.

Steve frowns. "But… you don't care about sports. Like, at all. Why would I bore you by talking about it?"

"Are you bored when I talk about D&D?” Eddie asks, hand stilling in Steve’s hair. Steve shakes his head. “I tell you about my sessions all the time. I tell you about the books I'm reading and music shit, and you always listen to me. You don't really care about any of that stuff, either."

Steve shakes his head. "Yeah, but that’s different,” he tries to argue.

“How so?”

Steve wracks his brain for the words to describe it. “I like listening to you talk about D&D because you get so excited. I like hearing you talk about something you care about."

Eddie smiles and kisses Steve’s forehead. He looks almost smug, like he’s won a debate Steve hadn’t even realised he was part of.

"So let me ask again. Why don't you talk about sports more?"

Steve is quiet, staring at nothing in the distance as he puts the pieces together.

"I never... Nobody ever.... I mean, except Lucas, but Robin and Dustin always rolled their eyes when I made references to it, so..."

Eddie cups Steve’s face and looks him in the eye. "Tell me something."

"What?"

"I don't know. What's the drama right now? How's your team doing in the league or the championship or whatever it's called? Tell me about the last game you saw on TV! I wanna hear you talk about your interests, too."

Steve feels warmth burst in his chest as he sets the newspaper aside. 

Eddie leans back against the couch, watching fondly as he listens. Steve is hesitant at first, stumbling over his words. A little voice in the back of his head keeps tripping him up, telling him Eddie doesn't care about any of this and you're boring him, wrap it up.

Every time he lets the voice win, though, every time he stops talking, trails off, or tries to change the topic to something Eddie might enjoy more, Eddie asks him a question.

"What does that rule mean?"

"How does team selection even work?" 

"What would your dream line-up look like right now?"

And Steve answers. And Eddie listens.

When Eddie finally runs out of questions, Steve's surprised by how happy he is.

"You're really cute when you talk about sports, you know that right? Your face lights up with it."

Steve leans in and kisses Eddie. "I love you."

"Love you too, babe. I really do."

[lvl100hummuswarrior]

[touretticeddiemunson]

thinking about steddie with this video :(

Angst, Hurt/Comfort Ficlet underneath!

Eddie didn’t have much, but he knew the love of having a guardian that supported him so much. Upon Eddie’s move-in, Wayne didn’t even think twice about the situation, the boy, that landed Eddie here. All he cared about was for Eddie to have a hot meal, a bed, and a loving home.

Steve on the other hand, didn’t have what Eddie did. He couldn’t. In the way, there were his parents, who nagged him constantly over losing Nancy. His friends, who were always finding girls for Steve to make out with at their parties. At those parties, they saw him drunk and high. His guard was down, and it led his friends realize how his gaze lingered longer at boys. But he would always play the “Christ, was I drunk last night” game (“Christ, I was so drunk last night, I don’t remember a thing!”) the next day. He couldn’t let them see the inner workings of his stomach, clenching and fluttering when Tommy H’s arm would brush his own at the lunch table.

He had wanted to come out, he really had. He just couldn’t ever cross the threshold. Steve Harrington, ever the closet case, just couldn’t be like Eddie. He couldn’t afford to.

All of this was how they were having this argument now, red-faced in their pajamas in the kitchenette of their little apartment.

“All I said was that he just went a little overboard, that’s all. What’s so wrong with thinking it’s a little tacky to receive 5 assorted rainbow bandanas?” Eddie complained.

Steve was fuming. He knew Eddie didn’t mean any harm, but he didn’t understand.

“You don’t understand. How is it tacky to have someone that loves you gift you something so blatantly supportive of your identity, Eddie?” Steve argued.

“I’m not saying WAYNE is tacky, I’m saying the gift was.” Eddie shrugged.

“The gift. Really. That’s what you think this is about? A gift?” Steve let out a passive-aggressive laugh.

Eddie shrugged again. “Then what else would this be about?” He asked.

“It’s about how he supports you, and he loves you. And you’re calling him tacky for that.” Steve was getting closer to saying what he truly meant, all it took was for Eddie to set it off.

“Oh, come on, tell me what you’re really angry about, Steve.” Eddie pried, voice cold.

That was enough to make Steve snap like a goddamn twig.

“Fine. You really want to know why I’m so angry? It’s because you don’t appreciate what you fucking have. I grew up wondering why I felt so wrong, all the time. Dirty, even. The first time I told my father about a boy was the first time I got a black eye. I was seven, Eddie. Seven. My whole life was girls and sports and…bullshit. It was all bullshit, Eddie. I was bullshit.”

He was crying now, but he was too angry to care. “You have someone who loves you and wants to support you. I can’t believe you think that effort is tacky. I still dream of being hugged when I go home and show you off to my parents. I would kill to be gifted just one pride item from them, Eddie. I would. But they don’t love me enough for that. They don’t even love me enough to call anymore.”

“Steve…” Eddie breathed, tears in his eyes. Ashamed.

“Eddie, I love you. I really do. But you just don’t understand.”

“I know. I know I don’t. But I promise I’ll try. I’m sorry, I promise.” Eddie said, reaching forward and touching Steve’s cheek.

Steve sighed softly, his anger beginning to quell at the soft touch. “I don’t like fighting,” he murmured.

“Me neither. I’ll be more cautious with what I say from now on, okay? I don’t want you to think I don’t care about you. Because I do. You’ve come so far. And you’re so brave. I love you, Steve.” Eddie stroked his cheek softly.

“I love you too, Eddie.”

They had their bumps, but they were nothing they couldn’t get over together. They loved each other, and that was enough.

[ghostly-vibes-here]

Made another one for all the poor people who stumbled across my last videos and ended up crying in the reblogs, hope all of you are doing well . (Just a heads up that there is audio so don't blast your volume and just wait a few seconds)

Ended up using multiple versions of the warthog based off the reference photos but it didn't turn out too bad. The ending is also pretty silly.

[bunnygirl678]

They are holding hands

The artists knew what they were doing

They are holding hands

[fredandginger64]

Happy let's pull Jerry around with me Sunday.

[always-is-always]

If that rooftop had ears...

Now we have just one more teensy piece of the puzzle, that is the history of Jungkook and Jimin.  

The rooftop.

I don’t recall the rooftop being mentioned ever before.  Of course, I’m not original ARMY from 2013, but I have watched a ton of original content in the last 3 years.

That rooftop must have been a place that they frequented, when they needed time away from the ears and eyes of their hyungs.  They probably had a lot of conversations there, and I would bet a lot of bonding happened as a result of it.

When you think about how they were literally piled up together in a small living space originally (sharing the bunk-beds all in a room together).....and then still didn’t have their own personal sleeping space until they moved out of the dorm, it’s no wonder that a place like an accessible rooftop would become a little refuge.  

Humans need space.  Privacy.  An opportunity to think away from others. 

I personally had wondered about their private space in the years that they were living in the dorm environment.  It’s really not a normal way for 7 young men/teens to live, where literally every moment is captured by cameras, and there are staff persons and such around all the time.  (Not to mention the separation from their families.)  It was not a normal way to live. 

My guess is that the rooftop was a place that they all went to at various times, when they needed to.  It makes so much sense...

That “Rainy Day Fight” story just took on more depth, and has offered us a clearer understanding of the dynamics. And, Kookie just gave us a deeper glimpse of how he and Jiminie navigated during times of difficulty and stress...  

Oh, to be a fly on that rooftop...  the stories it could tell.  💜🐰🐥💜

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Dean should kiss Cas

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Remember that this is not the proof that they love each other

That was a last-ditch attempt from Crowley to get Aziraphale to stay

This is the proof that they love each other

Their love wasn't just made real because they kissed

It always existed

[notherpuppet]

Radiorose 📻🥀

Based on a true story where I deadass just started digging through a new friend’s purse because I’m a psycho who forgot how to have any goddamned manners 💀

[ghostly-vibes-here]

Today, April 8th 2024, the sun and moon give each other a kiss and say goodbye while they wait 20 years for their big hug

[pokimoko]

I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.

[fanaticalthings]

the muskification of twitter except it's lex luthor instead of elon lol

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[puppyeared]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus

[arobutchsab]

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[palmettoshenanigans]

"Andreil should say I love you, that's how we have proof that they heal-"

Shut up! A fic once said Neil goes on a quiet search for the best Hot Cocoa brand, buying a different kind every time they run out, wordlessly cataloging Andrew's reactions to each new brand tested so he could find The One so that comfort hot cocoa on bad days can be a little more sweet!

Shut up! A fic once said Andrew dropped money on a house because the neighborhood was so quiet, so empty, full of old people and surrounded by woods that it turned Neil's brain off cus he felt safe enough for his hypersensitive threat perception to say 'yeah alright we're cool'!

Shut up! A fic once had Neil rail on the other Foxes for excluding Andrew from Secret Santa cus "they didn't think he cared" and Neil straight up told them that if it came down to them versus Andrew it wouldn't be them!

Shut up! A fic once had Andrew go on the hunt for clothes that wouldn't aggravate Neil's scars when they got extra sensitive on bad days, throwing out all his clothes with the Bad Texture and replacing them, honoring baggy size and boring colors and all!

Shut up shut up shut up!!!