#love is...

[emyryld]

I don't remember who I owe a forehead kiss to, but here it is, hope you like it 😉 Vive le Romy!!!!

[awareness-and-healing]

L❤️ve is...

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[whateversawesome]

Thank you to @artbyluro for this beautiful commission for my fic Love Is...

You can read this fic here on ao3.

And thank you Luro for your beautiful work! 💖

[vintage-tigre]

What is the correct answer to “I Love You”?:

1. I know

2. Thanks

3. Let battle commence

[runninriot]

Inspired by the prompt Love is saying "I love you" even when you're scared by @quinns-shadowy-arts for @steddielovemonth day 20

Give and Take

wc: 1737 | rated: t | cw: mentions of drinking and smoking weed | tags: Hurt Feelings (past), Fear of Rejection, Eddie realises he has a crush on Steve, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers

  

Eddie is just about to leave when Wayne calls after him. Tells him not to stay out too late and to say Hi to Steve. And then he ends how he always does, never lets Eddie go without:

„Love ya, son."

Eddie smiles, gives his uncle an affirming nod before making his way out of the door.

He's heard it so many times now, these words his uncle says so easily, and he wished he could do the same.

It's something Eddie struggles with a lot; telling people he loves them is generally scary as shit.

Because in his experience, to love means to hurt because loving always comes with a price, a piece of your heart you give away with no chance of getting it back.

He’s given away too many of those.

Gave a piece to his mother when he was six. Proudly holding up the card his teacher helped him write for mother’s day. “I love you, mommy” it said on the heart-shaped paper and Eddie smiled, toothless and wide. Got a dead-eyed glare in return when she threw it on top of a pile of unopened letters. Not saying a word, not even acknowledging his extra neat hand-writing or the colourful flowers he’d drawn on the back.

He gave one piece to Jenny in grade 6. The girl with the blue eyes and rosy cheeks who was always so nice to him. One day after school she took his hand and kissed him on the cheek. Eddie felt like flying, told her he liked her a lot, thinking she might feel the same. But Jenny just scrunched her nose, pure disgust written on her face when she told him “Eww, no. It was just a dare.”

He lost a large piece in high school, gave it to Nick. The pretty boy with the seductive smile who dragged him behind the bleachers and stuck his tongue down Eddie’s throat. The kiss was too wet and too sloppy but Eddie thought maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be. Let Nick push him to his knees and willingly opened up wide. Not once, not twice, it went on for a month. And Eddie felt wanted but apparently wanted too much when he asked him to be his boyfriend.

Eddie learned to keep his mouth shut. To keep the remaining pieces to himself.

-🖤-

Steve is already waiting in his car that’s parked outside the Munson’s home, waving happily when he sees Eddie step outside.

They’ve made plans to spend the evening at Lover’s Lake, have a couple of beers and maybe a smoke while watching the sunset.

They do that often, just hanging out together. Enjoying the long summer days and each other’s company.

It’s always nice to spend time with Steve because with him Eddie never has the feeling he needs to tone himself down. Can ramble and rant, can be as loud and impulsive as he naturally is without having to worry about scaring him off. Steve never makes him feel bad about himself, accepts Eddie as he is.

Being with Steve always feels right.

They get along. They’re friends now. And the more time Eddie spends with Steve, the more he understands him, sees him.

He’s vulnerable, like Eddie. Has had his fair share of people misjudging him based on what they see on the outside. Where people assume Eddie is scary and mean, they think of Steve as being strong but dumb. Where they think Eddie’s only interests are metal and nerd games, they think Steve’s life revolves around nothing but sports and girls.

But Eddie knows better. Knows all of Steve’s layers.

Sure, Steve does love his silly ball games (something Eddie will never understand) but he also loves to cook and bake. He hates the taste of ginger and is afraid of moths. He can’t sleep with his back turned to the door and he likes the sound of heavy rain pounding against the window. He hates to read but he loves to listen if someone takes the time to read to him.

Eddie cherishes Steve’s honesty. The way he’s not afraid to ask questions if he doesn’t understand something. The way he’ll tell you, straight forward, when you’re being unreasonable.

Eddie likes the way his eyes sparkle when he’s happy. Likes the way Steve snorts when he laughs really hard. Eddie likes the snappy tone he uses when someone (usually Dustin) gets on his nerves. He likes Steve's fierceness, and his courage, and how much he cares.

Liking Steve is easy because he’s a genuinely nice guy with a big heart who never lets his friends down and always gives so much.

Eddie feels lucky to have him in his life, would give everything to keep him there.

-🖤-

They are lying side by side on a blanket, their minds comfortably buzzed from the joint they shared, while the sun sets over Lover’s Lake, painting their bodies in a dark orange hue. A gentle breeze caresses their exposed skin, just a warm touch of air drifting over their sun warmed bodies.

It’s quiet out here, now that most of the people that came to enjoy a day at the lake have already gone home.

Eddie thoughtlessly turns his head to look at Steve who is lying there with his eyes closed, basking in the tranquillity of the moment. Calm and content, so still and at peace. So different from his usual demeanour – always alert, always a little tense, always ready to step in if someone requires his help.

He's... beautiful like that.

And suddenly it is like something snaps in Eddie's brain.

He can’t tear his eyes away, lets them wander over Steve’s soft features and the expanse of his body. Wonders, foolishly, what Steve’s skin would feel like underneath his fingertips, what it would be like to hold him, maybe even get a taste of his lips.

    Oh no. Oh fuck.

Something in his gut coils and twists, ripples through him like an electric shock wave when the realisation hits.

It was inevitable, really, and maybe deep down he already knew for much longer than he’d ever admit.

It’s a bitter truth to accept but the confession comes easy now that he allows his heart to speak.

He’s in love with Steve.

Can’t have him, clearly. But that’s just how it is. That’s always how it is.

Eddie turns his head back, eyes pinched close in frustration as he tries to breathe through the stinging pain in his chest. His heart pumps so fast it makes him dizzy, makes him feel a little like spinning on a carousel that’s going too fast.

    SHIT! Eddie thinks or did he said it out loud? Because Steve startles beside him and Eddie can feel him ruffling at their shared blanket when he moves.

   “Eddie? What’s wrong?”

Eddie looks back at Steve who’s suddenly so much closer than he was before –  brows pinched together in question, with small worry lines showing on his forehead, his face hovering over Eddie’s.

   “I just realised something,” Eddie answers too honest, doesn’t know where to go from here but he can’t find it in him to lie.

    “Oh,” Steve breathes out, his expression softening as the seconds pass. “Wanna talk about it?”

   “Uh, I- no. I’d rather not.”

The look Steve gives him shouldn’t sent him spiralling even more but goddamn does he look cute with that stupid smirk tugging at his lips.

Eddie wants to bite him, feels a deep red blush take hold of his face. Maybe he can put it off as a sun burn?

   “Who knew that the great Eddie Munson could be so timid?” Steve jokes and okay.

So much for trying to play it cool.

   “I’m not-“ Eddie takes a deep breath, “It’s just something I can’t tell you.”

Steve sits up and without being prompted, Eddie does the same. For a moment they just look at each other.

   “You know you can tell me everything.”

If Eddie didn’t know better, he’d think there’s something like disappointment ringing in Steve’s voice.

   “Yeah, hah, uh- not this, I guess.”

Eddie looks away, can’t hold Steve’s gaze. Nervously he starts to play with the rings on his fingers until a warm hand stops him, causing him to look back up.

   “Try me.” Steve’s voice is soft and Eddie knows he can trust him but-

    No.

He can’t. This isn’t worth losing him over. Eddie knows how this is going to go. He can’t give anymore pieces away.

   “I-“

Only now Eddie realises Steve’s hand is still resting on his own, his thumb gently rubbing circles over the back of it.

Steve has never touched him like this before, so tender it almost doesn’t feel real.

   “I like you a lot, Steve.” The words sputter out before he can even try to hold them back.

Eddie winces, tries to avert his gaze but before he can turn his head to the side there’s a hand on his cheek and a firm press of lips on his mouth and-

Eddie can taste weed, and beer, and the chips they shared. Steve’s breath is hot as he sighs into the kiss, his lips are plush and soft... they’re so fucking soft Eddie feels like sinking right into them.

He allows his eyes to flutter close as he deepens the kiss, wants more of the taste, more of Steve. His hands find their way to Steve’s hips, digging and pulling like he just can’t help himself, needs Steve closer.

They part when their startled laughter breaks the tension as Steve tumbles ungraciously on top of Eddie, looking down at him with glistening eyes.

   “Fuck, Steve.” Eddie feels giddy, breathless.

   “Yeah. Fuck.” Now it is Steve’s turn to blush.

Somehow their lips find their way back to each other, like it’s easy. And maybe it is.

Maybe it is easy because they both want it.

   “Want you, Eddie. Wanted you for so long but I was scared to tell you that I-“ Steve inhales shakily.

Maybe they both feel the same?

   “I love you, Steve.”

This isn’t just a piece. This is his whole heart he holds it out for Steve to take, hoping that this time, he’ll maybe get something in return.

Eddie holds his breath, feels cold sweat running down his spine as he waits for a rejection that never comes.

   “I love you, Eddie.”

[wistfulpoltergeist]

Love is...

…taking care of that mess on his head, because nobody else will.

Okay, it's not exactly what @swallowprettybird asked us to do, but I had an idea to recreate *Love is...* comics with my actual characters and my silly quote. Hope you enjoy it;D

Not pushing you to do the same, but I would love to see what your characters will come up with @john-ts-sh-ai, @glammoose, @swallowprettybird, @pralinesims, @aniraklova, @susen70, @simmireen, @kazuaru, @tzuhu, @simstrouble, @simsjerry, @qrqr19, @budgie2budgie, @buglaur

[arttomoko]

love is...

[heart-songs]

WHAT TO SAY TO THOSE WHO THINK YOU'RE A FOOL FOR CHOOSING POETRY by Joseph Fasano

Tell them yes. Tell them poetry is what chose you. Tell them you had a night once, just as they did, when you knelt alone on the cold tiles and asked the night to give you a reason for being. Tell them the answer was your life. Tell them we are nothing without passion, the wild dark flock that fills our rooms with joy. Tell them you will give the rest of your blazing days to try to give another life that moment that moment when you opened to the coldness and found that the music of your ruin was to beautiful to ever be destroyed.

[buttercupcd]

It was my friend's birthday and I drew this for her

:•P

[satinsheetsandsensualnights]

'We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright....'

...🖋 Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

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[crmsnmth]

Love Is...

My first example of what love is came in the form of a young, unmarried couple living in a never ending honeymoon Kisses over the kitchen sink Every morning was filled with sunshine and dandelions in a perfect rented home, right off of Wood Street Close to the zoo And we’d feed the ducks together every single day Love was everything that the TV made it out to be

But things can change so quickly and suddenly my second exampled of what love is came ten years later the laughing had ended even with bands around their ring fingers the sunshine was gone, replaced with severe cells of violent resentment And we weren’t at that perfect rented house by the zoo Now it was just a blue house with no neighbors with an empty gravel road The I love you’s were depleted, and almost to their end now just in vulgar words to spit and every moment of silence I stayed quiet and afraid in my tiny room Love was violence And a ripe age to learn that is way too fucking young.

The year I turned fifteen my third example of what love is Came in the form of bitter letters and even worse lawyers infidelity and anger drugs and whiskey We’d party every night because my parents were never home Love was nothing more than loneliness and despair You can cope with being alone You can’t cope knowing that there’s no one there

And even though I saw love led to failure I fell in love at sixteen You know what kind that overly intense, overly dramatic until we die kind of high school bullshit Only proving, yet again, that teenagers are fucking dumb But I played my part for an olive-skinned girl with a two syllable name That kind of love where we got in trouble more than once, our PDA wasn’t allowed on school grounds and in eleven months she left me holding on to the corsage I bought for prom Love is painful and love is dangerous and love is obsession

It took years before I slipped up again and the words I love you dripped from my tongue this time with a skinny pale redhead with an attitude She had smile made for the movies and we would spend out time talking about a future and we almost had it but five years later I’d thrown a half-full beer at a garage door and that life we lived turned out to mean nothing And that was it I swore off the stuff for good Love is suffering, Love is chaos

But of course I went back on my word and fell in love, real love, powerful Something never felt before, something never really felt again and I could of sworn on anything but those ocean blue eyes were made to make me break my promise And I fell I fell hard and I fell fast and when she told me she loved me, beating me to the punch I knew this was the girl who I’d want to die with live with but she had other plans, and I hope they all panned out wishing nothing but love and the very best Love is sacrifice, Love is self-loathing love is self-destruction

The last one to pull me out of decorating my own little space in the void had eyes made of fire and an ego to match and we were toxic for each other from the first kiss until seven years later where I was finally done the fights in the kitchen the lying to the nurses I guess I was a bit clumsy back then and it wasn’t all her as I played with her head just for fun we fed off the very worst parts of each other The worst couple, the longest time Love is cruel, love is anger love is bottled up resentment.

And I swear, I’ll never be in another relationship again.

[emyryld]

Feelin kinda sketchy, too many ideas, not enough Romy out in the world right now. Definitely needs more, I need my fix....

[katerobynmoments]

[whateversawesome]

FicSnips Day 15!

Some of you may recognize this snippet hehehe. It's from one of my multichapter fics: "Love Is".

And here's a fancomic of that kissing practice scene by the super talented @artbyluro !

And you can read this fic here on ao3!

[happyendhouse]