#my fics: starlight

[dapper-lil-arts]

That joke on across the spiderverse reminded me so much of Trixie. Girl refuses to accept herself as a C-tier Twilight opponent lmao

[chrisrainicorn]

I had the pleasure of making the cover art for @kobullied next fic and YOU 🫵 yes YOU 🫵 should go read it right now!!

[starmocha]

11 months — first father's day

[Xavier + Daughter ★ 862 words ★ Masterlist ★ Starlight Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Xavier's first Father's Day. Tag list: Under cut 【 request to be added 】

A/N: I'M TIRED. 😭 First Father's Day ficlet with Xavier and his baby daughter. I'm a coward about writing Xavier so HAVE MERCY. The other guys will be posted gradually because I do not understand time management apparently /hj

Xavier was deep in slumber, hearing the sounds of distant giggling.

It sounded like two different voices.

Two voices he knew very well. Adored so much, even.

He struggled to open his eyes, and it took just a few seconds before he realized there was an added weight placed on his chest.

The giggling was louder, sounding even sweeter up close, Xavier thought to himself before he forced his eyes open just in time to see you leaned down to nuzzle your face against your smiling daughter’s cheek. Immediately, he noticed his daughter was dressed in a little white bunny onesie, complete with a hood with long ears drooping down.

“Can you believe Daddy spent his first Father’s Day taking a long nap after his special hot pot lunch?” you teased, making Xavier pout instantly.

“As I recall, we were all taking naps after our lunch today.”

“Speak for yourself,” you countered playfully, adding smugly, “I was doing the laundry and ironing all afternoon.”

“Well—”

The baby girl on his chest looked from one parent to the other, following their voices, before she suddenly babbled loudly, interrupting them both. Despite your hands steadying her, the baby girl squirmed forward, determined to capture her father’s attention. She reached for his nose and Xavier leaned forward, letting her small hand grasped the object of her desire.

“Ouch,” he said calmly, smiling, when she squeezed his nose. Xavier reached up to grab the baby girl and readjusted her on his chest. As he sat her down, her hood drooped downwards and covered her face. She wriggled in surprise, trying helplessly to push the long ears away from her face. She nervously started to cry out for help.

“Alright, alright, I got you, little missy,” you laughed and pulled the hood back down. When you looked up, you blinked in surprise before your smile returned, widening by the second as you spoke, “Xavier, you’re glowing.”

You knelt down on the floor next to the couch he was laying on.

It was dusk already, and the sky was quickly transitioning from day to night, but as the room descended into darkness, it still remained aglow with flecks of light flittering around Xavier.

The smile he wore was just as bright as the lights he was emitting. He chuckled, remembering almost a year earlier, he had held his daughter for the first time after she was born, never imagining something so light and fragile could have such a heavy hold on his heart instantly.

She was now almost one, and he wondered how each day he could love her more and more, being unable to imagine a life where she didn’t exist in his world.

Unaware of her parents now, the baby girl laughed and clapped her hands together before she attempted to grab one of the glowing specks and orbs surrounding her father.

“Yeah,” Xavier said belatedly, unaware that it had been several minutes since you had voiced your observation, “I am.”

He manipulated his Evol, transforming the lights into little round bunnies. They hopped and leapt around the room, turning his home into their own grassland playground.

His daughter’s brilliant azure eyes widened and followed the light creatures in wonder and curiosity. Suddenly, she babbled excitedly and bounced in place where she sat on her father’s chest, clapping in glee when more bunnies appeared out of nowhere.

Almost immediately, Xavier grunted softly before laughing along. He smiled when amid her excitement, the baby girl yawned. She didn’t protest when Xavier gently guided her to lay face down against his chest. His large hand rested on her small back, his strokes slow and gentle as he lulled her to sleep.

“She’s just like you,” you quipped. “She falls asleep so easily.”

He huffed in amusement. “But she looks like you,” he responded, adding, “And she’s so beautiful. Prettier than any stars in the sky.”

“You’re her father,” you said lightly, “Of course you would think that.”

“But I am not wrong,” he insisted. He pressed a kiss to his daughter’s forehead. He appeared mesmerized by the sleeping baby girl on his chest, his smiles unwavering no matter how much you teased him. He murmured softly, almost in a state of complete awe and adoration, “She is the most brilliant star ever.”

Xavier reached for your hand, signaling for you to join him on the couch. Smiling, you accepted his silent invitation and climbed on the couch, settling against his body, the both of you mindful of the sleeping baby girl on her father’s chest.

Surrounded by the gentle glow of Xavier’s lights, you curled up into his warm embrace, smiling when he kissed your temple, his voice as soft and sweet as always: “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For her,” he murmured, eyes drifting to the baby girl on his chest. Then he glanced at you, continuing in that same hushed tone as if he did not want to disturb his daughter’s sleep, though you both knew she could sleep through anything without stirring. “For this life.”

You smiled, leaning up, your lips brushing against his. In that same careful, hushed tone, you responded, “Happy Father’s Day.”

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[pinksilvace]

Halt!

[moonlight-records]

Skate to my heart | MV1 (SM & Blurb)

pairing: max verstappen x hockey player!reader (they/her)

summary: when hockey season overlaps with F1 season, there's bound to be sparks flying

warning: none!

wc: 934

a/n: Hockey presason is back baby! also all photos for y/n is from @/PWHL_NewYork ! Highly recommend watching PWHL & supporting these women!

maxverstappen1

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After the team meeting and the media, you leave the stadium with your teammates to the bus. Spirits are high and the energy is buzzing between everyone. You’re laughing with your teammates and spy Max standing a little further off to the side in front of his car as he’s on his phone. You put your duffel bag into the compartment of the bus before excusing yourself. Your teammates boo and pout, asking where you were going and why you weren’t celebrating with them. You quickly explain you had a bet going on with an acquaintance. Your face flushes slightly when the girls see Max and start teasing and giving low whistles before you’re turning on your heel and heading to the Dutchman, gently flattening out your black dress.

“Hello there.”

Max glances up from his phone to study you before locking and pocketing his phone before he breaks into a small grin, “Hello. Congratulations on your win.”

“Thank you,” you give a small jokingly curtsy, “I had to make sure I was not picking up this bill.” You tease. “Ready to go? Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

“I am,” he steps aside as he opens the passenger door for you, “also no you didn’t keep me waiting long at all.” He offers a hand, which you take and helps you into his car before he closes the door gently behind you. You settle into your seat and start talking to Max to fill the silence. It’s surprisingly a lot easier to get the Dutchman talk when he’s asking you questions about hockey. How long have you been playing? Did you start as a kid? Why did you want to play hockey? What did you do on your off days? What was training like? What are practices like? Could he come and watch a practice?

You happily answered all the them on your way to the bar, the two of you going back and forth with a question and answer. You two end up in a booth in the corner at the bar with your drinks chatting and talking with laughter and banter between the two of you.

The night flies by and before you know it you’re back in Max’s hotel room. It’s not like it was the endgame but it was 2am and his hotel was closer than the team’s hotel. You texted your roommate before Max is passing you some of his clothes and you take a shower. You come out laughing because Max’s sweatpants are too big for you and you have to hold them up while waddling over to Max, who’s on his bed who is also laughing. He trades you the sweats for a pair of shorts and takes the sweatpants. You settle into the other side of the bed and the two of you continue to chat until somehow you both fall asleep.

Waking up the next morning, Max is already finishing getting dressed. He asks if you want to go back to your hotel and change before joining him for breakfast and you sleepily agree before you get out of bed. Somehow, you manage to direct Max to the hotel in your sleepy haze before the two of you are back in your room and you change. The two of you then go out to a little cafe for breakfast.

Then the mall.

Then lunch.

You joke that this feels more like a date.

Max states that maybe he wanted it to be a date.

You stare at him in a bit of a shock before smiling and accepting dinner as a date which Max just smirks slightly.

The date goes amazingly. Max picked some fancy restaurant but you didn’t care about that. You cared about being on a date with Max. How easy it was to talk to the Dutchman. How much of a nerd he was that the media never showed because he kept it tucked away. It was a different side to the driver that you were glad you got to see. 

After the date, you two went to get ice cream. You two finally exchange numbers before he drops you off at your hotel so you could pack for your flight. You don’t sleep, spending the night texting Max. 

You two schedule virtual dates in between your schedules. Your favorite is a virtual escape room that is Twilight themed. Max was so stressed trying to figure things out and you were laughing so hard that you almost pissed your pants but you two escaped with two minutes to spare. Max swore he would never do it again but he also needed to prove that he could do an escape room with more than five minutes to spare so it became your go to date and by the third, Max had been so frustrated with a puzzle (that he wanted to do on his own) that he blurted out ‘babe help me!’

You did but after you circled back to the comment, smiling and teasing him. You found his blush cute as he fumbled with his words before admitting since you two have been talking for so long and going on dates he wanted to ask you and had this whole thing planned but it just slipped out in the moment of his frustration. You laugh softly but smile and admit that you were going to ask him pretty soon if he didn’t and somehow him blurting that out felt somehow fitting. You two laugh but end the date on the biggest high ever.

You were dating Max fucking Verstappen.

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maxverstappen1 one of us is a professional hockey player...

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[calypsolemon]

Illustrations for the first four chapters of Starlight Interference

[constehlla]

back in the fic mindset. Did you know you can have lovers 35 years apart in in-production existence. Did you know they make beautiful and devastating fic about it

[nivasichakano]

I've been waiting for @patheticfangirl's new Starlight Express AU to come out and TODAY IS THE DAY! Barely Skating By has left the station and it's already so good and I am hooked. To celebrate, I drew Rustarion. I fear I am in love with him (and his understudy 👀).

Now go read the first chapter, you won't regret it.

[sailormoonandme]

SAILOR MOON COSMOS EPILOGUE MASTER POST

With the release of the Sailor Moon Cosmos movies on Netflix I thought the time was right to reshare some fanfics I previously wrote about what might have happened after the events of the final arc of the Sailor Moon Manga (a.k.a. what the Cosmos films adapt); in particular what happened to Sailor Cosmos and Chaos.

If you enjoyed the Sailor Moon Cosmos films you may well enjoys these too.

Returning Stars a.k.a. THE SAILOR STARLIGHTS RETURN HOME

Summary: A miracle has occurred throughout the galaxy. Every world ravaged by Sailor Galaxia has been reborn, including the Kinmoku star… and its four most fabled citizens.

Shadows of Galaxia a.k.a. THE ORIGIN/FATE OF GALAXIA!?

Summary: Zoloto regards her home planet of Rastaban as trash and its people scum. She yearns for more. For a star worthy of her majesty.

Group Therapy a.k.a. THE ORIGINS/FATES OF THE SAILOR ANIMAMATES! 

Summary: The Shadow Galactica, led by Sailor Galaxia, once scoured the Milky Way seeking Sailor Crystals. Amongst its ranks were five young women who became pretenders to the sacred title of Sailor Senshi. But what became of these women when the shadow of Galaxia was lifted?

Rebirth a.k.a. THE ORIGIN OF SAILOR CHAOS

Summary: There is a place within the galaxy where all things are possible. It is protected by an eternal and ever vigilant guardian who knows all its secrets. But there is one secret that terrifies her. One possibility that could spell the end of all things…

Stripes a.k.a. HOW SAILOR COSMOS BECAME CHIBI-CHIBI

Summary: As the end draws near a lonely woman weeps and loses herself in the past.

The Last Sailor War a.k.a. SAILOR MOONS FROM EVERY CANON TEAM UP WITH SAILOR COSMOS TO DEFEAT CHAOS!

Summary: Gathered together by Sailor Cosmos, Sailor Moons from across the Multiverse (and canons) make a last stand against Sailor Chaos and her army Sailor Moon's old enemies to decide the final fate of the universe!

(Art courtesy of SinJazz)

Sailor Moon: The End a.k.a. WHAT HAPPENED AFTER SAILOR MOON COSMOS!?

Summary: This is shorter/alternate version of 'The Last Sailor War', though it retains the fundamental concept of Sailor Moons from different canons (the original 1990s anime, the Musicals, the 2003 live action show, etc) teaming up with Sailor Cosmos to fight Sailor Chaos. Lovers of the original English dub of Sailor Moon (wherein Usagi was named Serena) might be particularly interested in this story.

The Last Sailor Senshi a.k.a. A HAPPY ENDING FOR SAILOR COSMOS

Summary: The fighting is done. The war has been won…but not for Sailor Cosmos. She is, as she has been for so very long, utterly, and eternally…alone…

[captainmvf]

 With a grunt they come to a stop at some sort of solid surface imbedded into the hill. Hydra groans and lays flat on their back, looking up at the overcast sky. His vision needs a moment to catch up and recalibrate back into one point of focus.

 What a fucking great birthday this has been turning out to be, eh?

 Slowly, Hydra sits up and rubs at their aching joints. Their neck needs to be looked at and he is in need of a good shower when he gets back to his shed. Probably a good dusting of his current gear. That would be a good way to end today. Getting a nice warm bath and snuggling up into bed with some comfortable clothes…

 That trail of thought ends as he finishes turning around to stare at the object jutting out of the face of the hill.

 A distorted face stares back at him. Eaten away synthetic skin and broken eyes revealing a faceless train.

 “WOAH- ACK!” Hydra begins to scream but tumbles backwards on their butt. They fall over onto their back with a surprised ‘oof!’

 They quickly find their bearings and scramble away from the scrapped train. His breathing hitches as he stares from a safe distance.

 A faceless train with corroded and dirty armor and exposed inner workings sits calmly with much of their chest and legs embedded into the dirt. Its jaw is missing a screw and wide open. Sharp triangle locomotive teeth in need of a good shine and sharpening. Hair mattered and chewed up by local pests. Grass, vines, and other plant life twisting atop of what remained of their clothes and armor.

 Hydra looks down at the train’s legs and notices more pieces of the train half-buried in the earth. Wires, bolts, nuts, steel, iron, chunks, cloth…

 A racing helmet.

 Tentatively, the hydrogen tanker crawls towards the rusted helmet. He wipes away at some grime and dirt to reveal the train’s numbers: 2-6-4

 A shaky breath escapes him. Steam locomotive wheels in his head churn like gears in his head.

 Oh.

 He brushes more dirt and crust off of the helmet. It’s burnt here and there with rusting but it’s a clear replica of a steam locomotive.

 Now he sits on his knees and holds the helmet in disbelief. Hydra’s eyes drift back towards the decaying train. A racer. A steam locomotive.

 Oh.

[From the fan writing 'Another Believer' by AlmondCakeFrosting. Only viewable with an AO3 account.]

[suziesybil]

hashtag homelight

[ladyescapism]

Body Worship

summary: Mor and her mate spend some quality time together after Mor neglects her for too long.

a/n: If you saw my snippet earlier, then here is the rest of the story. This idea is over a year in the making, with me picking it up, putting it down, changing things over and over until now I have something that I am happy with.

wc: 1,200

masterlist -- part two

warnings: smut, female x female relationship, light Dom/sub dynamic, pet names (pet, sweet girl), oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), light begging, light praise kink

Minors - Do Not Interact

~ ~ ~

“Please please please”, you begged. 

Mor towered over your kneeling form, the apex of her thighs mere inches from your face. The scent of her arousal flowed together with yours. Your bedroom smelled as if it was some den of holy worship of the female body – the work done by the worst of sinners. 

Despite the cushion of the large bed you shared with Mor, the ache in your hips and knees from the position grew with every second that passed. However, that wouldn’t matter one lick to Mor right now. You were in her favorite pose: ass on your feet, hands behind your back, knees wide enough that she could see all of you but not enough that you could grind your needy pussy on any surface before she gave you permission. 

You played with fire all day. You brought this situation upon yourself entirely. Teasing your wonderful, dominate mate all day would get you into deep trouble. The only way out was to appeal to her primal senses. The sight of you, perfectly positioned ready to plead for her forgiveness couldn’t hurt your case. 

Mor truly was busy with meetings, paperwork, and such. She would never neglect you on purpose. You knew that she couldn’t bring herself to fully shut down the bond with you, and you used that to your full advantage as she worked.  

Your sensual mate moved out of you direct line of view. Looking to the mirror, you watched as she lowered herself behind you. She moved her eyes over your face, heaving breasts, finally settling on your parted thighs. 

“My poor baby,” she whispered into your ear. “All worked up over me.” 

She punctuated the sentence by pinching one of your nipples. You went reeling into Mor’s chest with the shock. You could feel her breasts pushing into your back, the warm fullness with tightened nipples. 

“So beautiful,” she murmured as the other hand roamed all over your body, covering your tummy, hips, and thighs, narrowly avoiding giving attention to the one place you craved. 

“Can’t handle a little tease, pet,’ she said through gritted teeth. “Now you know what I had to put up with all day.” 

Her words were harsh - harsher than usual. She must have been really pissed to speak to you like this. 

“I just needed you so badly,” you whispered. “You’ve hardly been home all week.”

You watched as some tension eased from her shoulders. Mor knew that you had been neglected these past few days.  

“I’m sorry if I distracted you from something important,” you said sadly. “I just, I needed you.”

Mor brought a hand to your chin and tiled your head all the way back, forcing you to look up into her warm brown eyes. “Nothing is more important than you,” she said with a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

Distracted by looking into her warm, brown eyes, you truly didn’t notice that her hand had drifted to your aching cunt. You sucked in a sudden breath when her fingers made contact. Her cold skin sent shivers up your spine as she dragged her fingers through your wetness and circled your clit. 

You gasped and writhed with her ministrations, still with your face tilted back so she could watch your facial expressions as she touched you. 

“What do you want, sweet girl?” Mor crooned. 

“You, gods, always you.” Panting, you shifted to make more contact between your bodies. 

Reluctantly, Mor pulled away, eliciting a frustrated grunt from you. 

“Quit whining like a hound and listen to me,” she commanded. “You had me worked up all day, pet.”

The bed shifted with her weight as she laid on the bed, exposing her beautiful pussy to the afternoon sunlight. The wetness glistened against her pink and swollen flesh. 

“While you’ve been here, enjoying the weekend, and getting yourself off without permission,” Mor ran her slender foot up and down the length of your thigh. “I’ve been stuck at work, trying to hide my scent and push thoughts of you to the side.” 

You had the good sense to be a little nervous at the devilish glint in her eye. 

“So, I think it’s only fair that I get some attention first.”

With that, her legs widened, and you needed no further instruction. You eased from your seat, positioning yourself to drink from Mor until you could no longer breathe.

To die at the hands of this Goddess would be one thing – to die at her thighs is entirely another. 

You started by delicately running your tongue up her folds, circling her clit, and back down again. Silent satisfaction rose in your chest at the state of her. Mor’s breath came faster, her sex throbbed and glistened all the while her heart thrummed in her chest. 

One hand left their placement on her thighs to reach up, searching. Without speaking, Mor handed you one of those dense round pillows you two had argued about in the shop. She lifted her hips, allowing you to slide the pillow under her hips. 

The lift allowed you full access to her sex without the sheets getting in the way. Without giving her much time to adjust, you added fervor to your already desperate feasting. 

“That’s it,” Mor breathed out as you pushed two fingers inside her. “Yes, pet, yeah fuck me with your hand.” 

Mor began moaning as you pumped your fingers in pace with the hard licks of your tongue. Her hips kept lifting off the bed. You did your best to follow her body wherever it needed to go. 

It didn’t take long for the tell-tale pitch change in her pleasure cries. She was coming, and soon. Maintaining your pace, not changing the angle, the pace, or the pressure you looked up to watch as your beautiful mate came all over your face. 

Her thighs pressed into the sides of your head as her body wracked as she orgasmed. Her hair had gone wild in a golden mess around her head. Her hands gripped the pillows’ edge above her as her spine bowed. 

You kept going until Mor’s body eased down from her high. Even then, you lapped at any of her cum that you could get your tongue on. Drunk from her, you slowly eased from your vigil at her body to rest your weight equally on your hands and knees, letting your head hang heavy for a moment. 

You panted cool air in greedily, not realizing how secondary breathing had become as you feasted. 

The muscles in Mor’s trim abdomen shifted as she came up on one elbow, lifting one hand to caress your face. Unabashedly, you tiled your head to nuzzle into her hand. She guided your face up to meet her gaze. 

Where you expected a stern gaze and a command to let her have her turn at making you come, delicate features of love and adoration made up Mor’s expression. You came to lay with your head on her bare breast. Her skin and yours were sticky with sweat – normally a feeling you couldn’t tolerate for long, but you rejected the idea of adding any barrier between her body and yours. 

“You did so well, darling,” Mor whispered into the top of your head. She gently ran her hands through the length of your hair. “How did I get so lucky, hm? To have such a beautiful, intelligent, sexy, devoted female as my mate.” 

“I’m the lucky one,” you murmured. 

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p.s. be prepared for part two to be filthy

[suntann]

kaojun nation let me hear you make some NOISE!!!

anyway fake dating au, kaoruko needs suitors off her back and junna needs industry connections, therefore, they strike a deal

[another-random-paradise]

Nothing quite like randomly becoming obsessed with a musical about sentient trains out of nowhere

[phoenixtakaramono]

(Illustration drawn in 2022)

The Boys S4 Sneak Peek (2024)

*surprised Pikachu face*

[flowercrowngods]

🤍 also on ao3

Steve always gets that look about him when he looks up at the stars. Doesn’t matter if they’re walking in the dark and he looks up instead of where he’s going, trusting that Eddie will watch where they’re going, or if he’s sitting down, his back against a wall or a pole or the backrest of a chair, one knee pulled to his chest, his eyes cast upwards.

There’s something about stargazing Steve that just takes Eddie’s breath away and replaces it with words that get stuck in his throat. Words like, You’re so beautiful. Like, What do you see? What do you think? What’s happening inside that brilliant, brilliant head of yours?

It always makes him feel like Steve is in on some secret of the universe that no one but him will ever be privy to, and it leaves him with a racing heart and a tingling sensation in his hands where he thinks about reaching for Steve’s and finding out about all those words he never says.

Especially at night.

Eddie fell in love with Steve at night. Over the course of many walks in the dark, strolls around Hawkins because they both just needed to move, get away for a while, chase the sensation of running away together. Eddie fell in love with the line of Steve’s jaw and the smile on his lips, the reflection of the moon in those dark eyes as Steve looked up and looked so calm. So serene. Almost at home, with the stars in his eyes.

Steve doesn’t know, of course. Doesn’t know that he looks outright magical like this, doesn’t know that Eddie‘s watching. Always, always watching. Always wondering, too, and always on the verge of asking. Of touching. Of holding and keeping and—

He swallows heavily as he watches Steve beside him, hands stuffed in his jeans, the cool breeze of the summer air blowing through his hair and leaving goosebumps along his arms that carry constellations of their own. Constellations that Eddie has woven stories around on nights where he couldn’t sleep, nights that Steve spent beside him, covered in the light of street lamps or fairy lights; allowing Eddie to watch. To yearn. To fall.

The night sky above them is clear and the moon is merely a crescent, almost gone completely; and it makes Eddie feel like he’s in some kind of movie. Steve always makes him feel like that, but tonight with the stars above them bringing that look to his face, it’s almost unbearable.

“What is…” he begins, but trails off, not at all planning to speak in the first place, cringing a little at the way he took the tranquility away from Steve, who’s looking over now, blinking his eyes as though he needs a second to come back to reality.

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” Eddie says, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, feeling wrong-footed again. Nervous and frantic when Steve looks so calm. So pretty. So at peace with himself and the world.

“Come on, Ed,” Steve says, lightly bumping his shoulder into Eddie’s without faltering in his steps, and Eddie is sure he stops breathing for a second there with how gentle his voice sounds.

It makes him want to know. Makes him want to find out everything about Steve Harrington and the things that make his mind be what it is.

But how do you ask that? How do you begin to know a person on that level without being painfully obvious about the way you’re absolutely certain that your life wouldn’t be the same without them. That your heart wouldn’t be the same without them. That, in fact, it hasn’t been for a while yet.

“It’s just,” Eddie begins, looking back at Steve before feeling all too caught, because Steve is looking back. Not up. Not away. “You… You always look like that when— Never mind.”

“When what?”

A sigh. It’s Eddie now who looks up, finding familiar constellations that have always remained the same, no matter the shit that happened to him. And they will remain the same even if he fucks this up. If he says the wrong things. They will still be there.

And, strangely, it gives him the perspective and the last little push that he needs.

“When you look up. At the stars, I mean. You always look—“ He gestures wildly at Steve’s face, searching for the words. “Uh. Good.”

A smile breaks over Steve’s face and he bumps his elbow into Eddie’s again — because that’s another thing about Steve under the night sky. He’s always touching Eddie somehow. Always trusting Eddie. With his silence, with the way they’re going, with the things he tells him after a deep, heavy sigh. And he always, always touches Eddie. Only ever briefly, but it’s enough.

It’s everything.

“You think I look good, Munson?”

“Yeah.” And it’s too genuine, too heavy between them, too loaded with truth, with yearning past and present; with everything.

So heavy in fact that it makes Steve slow in his steps until he comes to a stop.

“Tell me?”

Eddie swallows, coming to a stop just a few feet ahead of Steve. “Tell you what?”

“What you— What you wanted to say. About. Uh, about me and the stars.”

Oh, you don’t want that, Eddie almost says.

“It’s stupid,” he whispers instead. “A little. It’s—“

“I wanna hear it, though. Swear I won’t judge.” He smiles at Eddie again, in that simple way he has. That sweet, endlessly endearing smile that has stolen full nights of sleep for months now.

“Stevie,” Eddie rasps, but Steve looks so hopeful now and interrupts him before he can protest.

“I can… Close my eyes? If that’s easier.”

They look at each other for a second, and Eddie is careful not to sound defiant or refusing when he asks, “Why?”

“Because I… I wanna know. I wanna hear it.”

And Eddie can feel the air shift between them with the way Steve us looking at him now. Looking at him in that same way that Eddie has been watching for months now. It’s breathtaking, having that starry eyes gaze resting on him now, boring into him with the fire of a thousand suns, and it only leaves him wanting more.

More, like what’s been happening between them lately. More glances, more touches, more watching.

“Wayne has this thing,” Eddie says before he can think about it, approaching Steve slowly. “He has this— When he needs to talk to me, or thinks there’s something I’m not telling him, we go sit on the couch. Back to back, not looking at each other. And then we talk, and it’s easier.”

He places his hands on Steve’s shoulders and they’re so warm, Eddie never wants to let go. His breath catches when Steve leans into him just a fraction, and his thumb strokes a slow, careful semi-circle along his collar bone. Then, slowly, gently, scared that he might spook or break him, Eddie turns Steve around by his shoulders.

“Okay”

“Okay,” he repeats, and Eddie lets his hands slide away from his shoulders, down to his arms, watching the goosebumps chase his touch, and his heart is racing in his chest.

Then he turns around and leans back against Steve just a little, just enough for their shoulders to touch. It’s Steve who closes the rest of the distance, shuffling closer until their entire backs are pressed to each other.

“Tell me now?” Steve whispers then, and Eddie swallows. He can feel Steve’s heart racing, too, and he wonders if this is happening. If this can mean what it might mean.

He takes a deep breath and accidentally bumps his head into Steve’s. He leaves it there, and Steve doesn’t move away either. It feels so intimate, standing here like this on a side road beside a field that’s moving with the cool summer breeze, with only the stars as their witnesses.

“You, uhm. It’s… It’s a bit like summer nights were made for you. Or, not just summer nights, but those especially. When you look up with your little smile, like everything is right. Like you’re seeing an old friend up there, or a happy memory, and you just… You get, uh, you get this look. Not just in your eyes, but in your whole body. I can’t really— It’s. It’s good. Special. Makes me wanna watch.”

Makes me wanna watch — Jesus, Munson!

He’s looking for the right words, desperately wracking his brain for something to make amends, to make this less awkward, less creepy, less I’m absurdly and entirely in love with you.

“It’s a little bit like you’re in love with the stars,” Eddie says at last, and he closes his eyes, clenching them shut to cast out a world in which Steve would laugh at him and call him stupid, realise he was better off without Eddie’s tendency for dramatic declarations of truth, and abandon him here by the field, all alone with no one to run away with anymore.

But Steve doesn’t push away. Doesn’t laugh, doesn’t taunt him, doesn’t do anything Eddie half expects him to. No. There’s only a little sigh — breathless from the sound of it — and Steve’s warmth leaning into him a little further, seeping even through the heavy leather of his jacket.

“It’s not… It’s not the stars that make me look like that,” he whispers, his head bumping into Eddie’s again, gentler this time.

Eddie frowns. “No?”

Steve shakes his head no, but to Eddie it feels more like a caress, almost intimate in its slow, careful movements.

“No.”

“Oh. Then wh—“

“It’s the person who watches.”

The person who— Oh. Oh.

It makes me wanna watch.

But that means…

“It’s you, Eddie.” It comes out almost as a whisper, a tiny little voice that could be excused as an illusion if Eddie were any less hyper aware of everything about them, of every inch of his body touching Steve’s, sharing his warmth and soaking up his everything.

“You… Do you mean that?” He has to ask. He has to be sure, needs to know that he isn’t dreaming, needs his world to catch up with Steve’s, needs their realities to align so he can reach for Steve’s hand and—

Steve laces their fingers together but still doesn’t move, still leaning into Eddie, still not daring to turn around and face him yet.

“I do.”

And Eddie breathes. He sees. He squeezes and turns and pulls Steve in by his hand to wrap his arms around him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” he whispers into the crook of Steve’s neck, not quite believing yet that he gets to do this. That they’re so close. That Steve is so warm and right there. He swallows, breathing him in. “Me too. Can’t look away.”

“Don’t want you to.” It’s a plea, breathed into his collarbone. It’s a promise, spoken right into his heart.

They hold each other for a while there by the side of the road, the breeze picking up around them, and the treetops whispering their serenity about the two boys they know so well.

Hand in trembling, giddy hand, they walk back to Eddie’s, and Steve doesn’t look up anymore. He looks at Eddie now, with that same expression. With that same smile. And Eddie looks back.

Summer nights are made for Steve Harrington. And Eddie gets to watch now. Gets to hold him, gets to card his hands through his hair and brush the gentlest of kisses to his forehead, his cheek, his lips. Gets to tell him that he loves him under the light of the stars that remain the same.

And Eddie never learns to look away. And Steve never loses his smile.

happy birthday @auroraplume 🤍✨ i wanted to give you a little bit of starlight. thank you for loving me 🌷