#thank you for tagging me! <3

[jaggededges123]

get to know me meme

thank you @phantomato! 💖

do you make your bed? no, my partner and i get up at vastly different times and use different blankets due to reasons, plus i'd rather use my energy on other things. i make it when i'm planning for other people to come over and think it's likely they'll see the bed.

what's your favourite number? 7

what is your job? editor

If you could go back to school would you? not right now, check again in 5 years

can you parallel park? i did once for my driver's test and i think if i ever had to do it again i might die

a job you had that would surprise people? idk, lifeguard? i feel like most of my jobs have been very mundane, but i guess yoinking kids who can't swim properly out of pools is not something everyone's done

do you think aliens are real? i don't think we've actually seen enough of the universe for me to concretely answer this. as they are in media? no, probably not.

can you drive a manual car? no

what's your guilty pleasure? curling up under blankets and doing nothing except read in bed all day when i know i should be doing other things. i had to think hard about things i actually feel guilty about 😂

tattoos? nope! i am scared of needles and i'm not gonna pay someone to poke me if it's not for my health

favourite colour? i don't really have many strong preferences oops

favourite type of music? probably electronic? i listen to just about everything though

do you like puzzles? love them! i used to do jigsaws with my dad and professor layton was one of my fave game series growing up

any phobias? the aforementioned needles, but that's the only one that really hits "i'm going to have a panic attack in proximity of this thing" levels of fear for me

favourite childhood sport? ice skating

do you talk to yourself? usually as a self-soothing thing, if i'm really stressed out or otherwise completing difficult time-sensitive tasks you might hear me saying "we're okay, we're alright" to myself bc like 80% of the time i don't notice i'm doing it.

what movie(s) do you adore? chicken run, UHF, nimona, dnd honor among thieves, others i definitely can't remember rn

coffee or tea? tea if i must, but i'm very picky about them. i generally prefer just water, even if it's hot

first thing you wanted to be growing up? an author <3

tagging @kkoraki, @octakiseronliker, @theflirtmeister, @ilovelunatics, @neverhornyoneighth, @br-disaster, @monroeknoxwrites and anyone else who wants to!

[khalaris]

Got tagged by @fallingforfandoms to share the last 10 songs I listened to. Now I could have just listed Köln Concert 10 times, since that one's been playing practically non-stop for a week, but that would maybe be boring XD

Keith Jarrett – Köln Concert, Part I

Sha – Monbijou

Al DiMeola – Two to Tango

Nik Bärtsch's Ronin – A

Nik Bärtsch's Ronin – Modul 42 (Wien)

Nik Bärtsch's Ronin – Modul 41_17

Voyager – Gren (Fearless in Love)

The Omnific – Merlin's Id

Marcus Miller – Redemption

Buckethead – The Siphoning Sequence

Except for the Voyager song those are all instrumental haha. I guess I've pretty much only been listening while writing recently.

no-pressure tagging @bieblomme, @indensternen, @carlomainzinger, @kathastrophen, @chrisoels if any of you wanna share :)

[mccnrxse]

WHAT TRAGIC HORROR ARE YOU?

the werewolf

there's something inside a werewolf that's sharp, thorns and barbs coiling up in tight knots of vine even on their best days. halfway through a conversation, you'll forget your happiness and the pain comes back in a flash. you never meant to, but the sharpness has done harm on your behalf. it's defensive. it's leftover artillery from a battle you spent so long fighting that it still doesn't feel like it's truly over, does it? you want so badly to be soft. to take the hand that you are offered instead of baring your teeth. and it might be hard to believe, but you are soft. you're the softest one out there. it'll just take a while to untangle those vines enough to know that very little is often life-or-death, and not everything touches to hurt.

that which cannot be known

oh god. how did it come to this? to some extent, you've gone so far past your own idea of "human" that it must be kind of fun, right? maybe. i'm not sure. as an artifact of cosmic horror, you're wild and wacky and colourful and people are probably drawn to that, but you will never let them know you. the mystery intrigues for a while, but it'll wear everyone down. it'll wear you down, too. who are you? do you remember? are you so far gone that you can't go back? and maybe that's the most tragic thing of all- becoming so distorted in your identity, and for so long, that no matter how hard you want to return you can't ever seem to figure it out. but you've learned a vast amount up in the stars, and people will work hard to get to know you. it doesn't matter who you used to be. sometimes, you should just start from scratch: give yourself a name, a birthday. let someone celebrate these things with you.

tagged by: @dekari0s &lt;3 tagging: @narratingastory , @architaciturn , @tadpo1z (hehe tagging you back )

[sighonaraa]

15 questions, 15 mutuals.

Tagged by @clo-q ♡

Are you named after anyone? - i am not! my name (the full one not the Internet Persona Shortened Version) is incredibly rare and i've never actually met anyone who shares it with me :)

When was the last time you cried? - today! stress cried! lol!

Do you have kids? - nopeity nope nope nooooo. i adore kids but i don't think i ever want to have my own i am content to be the Cool Wine Aunt forever

Do you use sarcasm a lot?- yes, to my mother's eternal chagrin

What's the first you notice about people? - oh god. this is so embarrassingly cheesy BUT TRUE: their smile

What's your eye colour?- brown

Scary movies or happy endings? - ough. i typically will prefer a happy ending over a scary movie when taking them at face value. i am a True Sucker for happy endings. HOWEVER. depending on the themes and plot of the scary movie i can be persuaded.

Any special talents? - oof. erm. hmm. i am...left handed. but in all seriousness idk! i think i have a strong ability for reading/analyzing literature, as well as essay-writing, both things that suit me well considering i am an english major.

Where were you born? - texas. it is my biggest regret but LUCKILY i moved when i was five.

What are your hobbies? - writing! reading! listening to music! watching shows/movies! soccer!

Have you got any pets? - YES MY BABIES. i have two dogs, both lab rescues, and i would do anything for them.

What sports do you play/have you played? - soccer! basketball! volleyball! ballet!

How tall are you? - 5' 9"

Favourite subject in school? - english and theatre! i am now majoring in english and it continues to be my favorite. however i very much enjoy the gender and queer studies courses i've taken as well.

Dream job? - THEE absolute dream is being a published author. apart from that, i have a variety of dream jobs that rotate on a daily basis, from working with a non-profit to being an editor at a publishing company to running off and living in the remote mountains for the rest of my life.

Tagging: @lady-of-the-spirit @altschmerzes @asteria-argo and @trentcrimminallybeautiful <3

[vexederolo]

I was tagged by @something-more, thank you <3

3 ships: oh man this is so hard for me to choose (as I assume this means top 3 ships?), there’s just so many ships i love and I’m bad at decisions lol I’ll go with Percy/Vex (CR1/TLOVM), Loquatius/Laerryn (EXU Calamity) and Maurren/Michelle (Welcome to Nightvale) as they’re the ones I’ve probably thought about the most this year. oh and also a special mention to Alice/Keisha from Alice Isn’t Dead as I just finished the podcast two days ago and it was so good. And Rick/Michonne & Carol/Ezekiel & Yumiko/Magna from TWD (uhh i still need to catch up on the last 2 eps). and probably a lot of other ships that I’ll get more invested in again as I catch up on other shows lol. (Just know that i am feeling immense guilt for choosing as there’s so many others i love as well dsfjnkfdnjk. I am so very normal about decisions obviously)

1st ever ship: oh man idk, the first one i remember shipping a lot is probably Jack/Kate from Lost. (still not over it btw)

last song: i’ve been on a binge of a lot of hebrew songs today but the last english one was I Think My Mind Has Made Its Mind Up by The Wombats

last movie: the devil wears prada

currently reading: uhh nothing currently, but i am kind of in the middle of both the first night vale novel & the midnight library. really need to get back to both of them, just need to be in the right mindset for it

currently watching: the boys s3 finale, uh i really love this show but i’m in such an unfocused mood lately so it’s taking me a while to finish it

currently consuming: just finished a leftover antrecote sandwich so now a cup of coffee

currently craving: uhhhh i dunno. it’s Saturday evening and I have work tomorrow so mostly for another day off lol, weekends always fly by and i feel like i’ve barely done anything :( I would also love some motivation to actually Do Stuff and for my dishes to magically clean themselves, you know (and for my crush to send me a message and to see him again in the office tomorrow but mostly to know if he likes me or not and to stop pining uselessly lol)

tagging: @sundayruby @nplutonian @yesifitswithyou @blorbologist @romeoandjulietyouwish @ettadunham @bilestat @ariadneofadhd @odd-gelato @a-certain-elf @julianavalds @cock-holliday @katia-dreamer (only if you want to ofc! <3)

[softceleste]

So the very lovely @minho-knows (hi Lissa 💕💕💕) tagged me to put my spotify on repeat playlist on shuffle and put up the first 10 songs so:

Two Weeks Ago - Maisie Peters

Stoned - Ed Sheeran

Devil Doesn’t Bargain - Alec Benjamin

SELF-SABOTAGE - Waterparks

Memories - YUNGBUD feat. Willow

Glowing Review - Maisie Peters

Maybe Don’t - Maisie Peters feat. JP Saxe

Body Better - Maisie Peters

On The Ground - Rosé

Blame - Bastille

I’m horrible with tagging people tbh, if you want to do it feel free to just be like “Katie tagged me” so I can ooh and ahh at your answers. 🥺💕

[veinereastath]

15 Questions About Me

Tagged by wonderful @laindtt, thank you so much! <3

Tagging @xbaebsae @starsandskies @teamhawkeye @jacobsknifeplay and y’all

1. Are you named after anyone?

From what I’ve heard, before I was born my mum met a little girl named Susan, who was her colleague’s daughter and decided to go for it, because the girl was sweet and somehow got stuck in her memory.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Three days ago, but it was because of a heavy nostalgia.

3. Do you have kids?

No, thankfully...

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yeah, quite a lot, but only with people I know quite well and they know me - especially since the true meaning can be lost in internet convos because of the lack of visible facial expressions and tone of voice.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

I was horse riding when I was a kid. Like, it was more than 10 years ago, I think. Other than that, not really, though I really like running. You know, randomly sprinting when nobody’s watching.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Voice, if they speak at all around me. If not, em, I guess it’s hair, usually.

7. Eye color?

Brown, though there is quite a chunk of green in them as well, if sun shines the right way.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I don’t like scary movies, but usually don’t like overly sweet, happy endings either... So, uh, neither, I think. Happy endings are good though, but not if they’re really the fairytale type of “happily ever after”. I need some drama, need some loss, need some price to pay for such an ending, and I need it to be bittersweet somehow.

9. Any special talents?

... I can laugh like a hyena, does it count?

10. Where were you born?

In Gdynia. It’s a city in the north of Poland.

11. What are your hobbies?

Digital art, listening to music, reading tons of fanfiction, writing my own stuff (a lot of it), playing videogames, and obsessive daydreaming...

12. Do you have any pets?

All my life I’ve had at least one pet in the house. Right now I have 3 cats. 

13. How tall are you?

1,72 cm.

14. Favourite subject in school?

... The moment I could go home. No, but seriously speaking, probably English, because it was really easy for me. It’s not my native language, obviously, but because I’ve been playing videogames in English since i was about 8 years old, I’ve learned it pretty fast and in a natural, non-irritating for me way, so I never really had to study for exams or anything. Though the absolutely stupid obsession of Polish education system with teaching the exact formulas of all 16 tenses is absolutely moronic and never came of use for me, nor anyone I know.

15. Dream job?

Winning a lottery? Ugh, fine. Probably something digital-art related. Like, I would love to be good enough one day to be able to just work from home. I don’t need a lot of money to survive. though rising inflation in Poland would beg to fucking differ, but I hope I will be able leave this god forsaken country at some point

If this doesn’t work out, and it very well might not, then... I don’t know. Yes, I’m over 20 years old but have no idea what to do. Life is confusing. 

[missskzbiased]

tagged by @hiyyihrts (Thank you for bearing this wait for Polin with me lol)

last song: I'd Rather Be Me (Steven Universe lol)

currently watching: Dungeon Meshi

currently reading: Fanfics. I was reading Kanthony's book but stopped and I still have to go back to it.

relationship status: Single af

sweet/savory/spicy: Sweet>>>>>>>>>> I LOVE sweets, but I also like the rest. I just don't go well with bitter. IRC. IT'S AWFUL.

current obsessions: Bridgerton 100% (Mostly Polin but also other Penelope ships)

last thing i googled: Meshi Dungeon (I was trying to remember the name lol)

tagging: @mxxnlightwriting and I lost contact with everyone else, so I guess that's it SUHAUHSAHUSHAUSHUA

[cheesit-notes]

"s'fucking small"

lieutenant ghost who has a major size kink.

tags: MDNI!, size kink obvi, manhandling teehee, fem reader, fingering, you're put in a mating press, lowkey praise?

a/n: sorry for the late post, i went to hoyofest '23 and then tumblr went down for a bit but teehee take ghost and size kink (i want him to manhandle me)

ghost likes to hold things after you hold them just to see how big his hands look on it compared to yours. does the thing where he makes you hold his phone and later compares it to his cock. (when hard, he is most definitely over 7 inches and at least 5 inches in girth, you can't tell me he can act like this if his cock was any less)

loves manhandling you 'cause god, look at you! so small next to him. he absolutely adores your hand in his, just shows him how big he is compared to you.

when he has you pinned to the bed, legs spread out showing off your pretty little cunt to him, just him. god, and you're so wet, letting him slip in a finger in so easily. one hand holding yours down, your knees pressing against your chest as he pushes himself onto you. revels in the fact he can just engulf your entire body with his larger one.

slips a few fingers in and out, seeing you squirm around trying to rub on him trying to get any form of friction. teases you by rubbing your clit, just a little. then when he's had enough, he'll stand up and let you watch as he slowly takes off his belt and let his cock spring free.

an arm to support him, your knees now next to your head because of the position, and his cock lined up with your cunt. he'll ram it in with no time for you to adjust (he's so mean). gets him all riled up seeing a bulge in your stomach. he'll grunt out your name and little comments about how you're "s'fucking small" and how you're taking him in sooo good. he'll put you in a mating press. eventually, he's just panting and moaning your name as you squeeze around him with a death grip on your hips and thighs.

god you look so cute as he fucks your brains out.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The indescribable tension between an overworked and underpaid smut writer, and his biggest fan hater.

(for @frummpets)

[obsob]

the accolade ( the...the cat-olade...)

[pato-roldnart]

Some friendly Quidditch match for @hdwickedwixen zine :3

He caught the snitch!

[blubebbie]

> Shadowheart: Show off new friend!

you hold up your excitable new friend to lae'zel, she seems incredibly irritated by this action! you can't imagine why!

> Karlach: Open the barn doors.

oh god. you really didn't mean to intrude… but now that you are, it is becoming increasingly more and more difficult to look away!

> Karlach: Save Astarion!

thank the hells you had this barrel of firewine on you to put him out. he'll be fixed up in no time!

==>

OH GOD HOW CAN FIREWINE BE SO FLAMMABLE

> Wyll: Calm down Karlach.

pt. 1

[stevebabey]

part one here. ze part two to touch-starved stevie that absolutely no one requested hehe <3 but i gots to let my boys have a wee kiss :")

So, hugs with Eddie become… well, a thing.

Not a thing. They’re not a thing, Steve and Eddie. It’s totally the same as when he gets hugs from Robin. Eddie’s doing him a favour as a friend. It’s got the 100% platonic energy of getting a hug from a friend — a hug that usually melts into some form of a cuddle, limbs all tangled together until they can’t tell whose are whose.

Except, Steve doesn’t really do that second part with Robin. Like he hasn’t done it ever with Robin.

So, it’s an Eddie thing.

But they’re not a thing. Not matter how much Steve would actually very much like for that happen. Okay, maybe Steve’s overthinking the whole thing a bit, but he just can’t tell.

Where’s the line? It’s infuriating not being able to discern between platonic and more, just because Steve wasn’t held enough as a fucking baby. Out of all the things he resents his parents for, Steve’s surprised that this is so near the top.

Because, sure, Steve’s had more than his fair share of hookups. He knows that sort of touch. He knows the shape of lust; the scrapes of fingernails down backs, the tight grips over skin, the push and pull of the heat of the moment.

And this thing with Eddie… is not that.

So, really, Steve knows that it’s all friendly. Eddie is just being nice. He’s being a decent dude and helping his friend out — by catapulting himself into Steve’s arms at every opportune moment.

(Steve’s only dropped 3 mugs of coffee because of this so far. It’s only because Eddie says good catch, big boy with a devilish grin every time that Steve manages to catch Eddie that Steve hasn’t completely told him to knock it off. Just yet, at least.)

And he’s different in other areas. He’ll always seem to choose the seat next to Steve on movie-nights now, content to snuggle right up to him. They get thigh to thigh, arm to arm — and Eddie only needs to get about 20 minutes in for him to do a big sigh, like an old dog, and slump over, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve notices though. He always notices.

It’s impossible not to— the skin, even if there’s 3 layers between them, burns blazing warm. Eddie’s hair drapes over his arm, a curl inevitably tickling along Steve’s collar. He can feel the rise and fall of Eddie’s breathing, the little shake of when he laughs.

It drives Steve a little insane— insane in the way that makes him think about burying his fingers in those curls again, about pressing his lips against Eddie’s pretty mouth just to feel the smile against his skin, about digging into his chest so he can climb into his chest and live there.

Yeah, it’s— well, it’s safe to say that the effect of Eddie’s touchiness has sent what was once a fleeting thought of a crush into mind-melting levels of affection.

But he can’t fucking tell.

-

To Steve’s credit, neither can Eddie.

Which is not surprisingly considering sometimes he catches himself wondering how the hell he ended up here; in a close-knit friendship with band-geek Robin Buckley, princess Nancy Wheeler, and King Steve Harrington.

Okay, the Robin one sort of makes sense. He thinks that if no matter when their paths crossed, he and Robin would’ve always even some sort of strange friends - her snark complimenting his bitchiness. Also, the whole super queer thing helps too. Even the friendship with Nancy works, in its own weird way.

Steve though? He’s the fucking curve ball.

It works though, the two of them. Surprisingly well, actually — the two of them get on like a house on fire, bitchy quips back and forth. Even better, is the quiet that they can share. Steve loves to come around and do… nothing. Do nothing with Eddie, though.

So, even though Eddie had noticed the tension in Steve with touch, little moments where he turned rigid when Eddie’s usual wandering hands got too comfortable — Eddie chalked it up to the usual. Guys bring too uncomfortable with him, too weird about another guy being touchy. It didn’t matter than Eddie wasn’t even out to Steve yet, he was still might be that type of guy.

Well, Eddie had certainly thought so. Sure, Steve might not be one of those jocks who smacked around boys who looked too long in the locker room, but if he knew a smidge of the truth, who really knows. It would explain the tenseness at least.

But then— ‘Can I… have a hug?’ There had been a dozen things Eddie was thinking that Steve could’ve asked for but that? Wasn’t even in the ballpark. It was so left-field it left Eddie speechless for a whole moment. And Steve had been staring at the ceiling, his hands curled up tight again like- like he thought Eddie might say no.

A ridiculous thought, honestly. Anyone who knew Eddie well enough knew he was touchy; loved giving it, loved getting it. Like an overly affectionate cat, Wayne had once called him, just 11 years old, because Eddie’s need for affection seem to never be sated.

After that night, Steve’s lack of touch became far more obvious. It’s always hair ruffles or high-fives, yet never hugs. Normally, Eddie would keep to that boundary; some people are less touchy other than others, he knows that.

But… “Sometimes I realise it’s been awhile, since I’ve had some touch.” That’s what Steve had said, his words. Eddie doesn’t even think he meant to say something so heartbreaking. In fact, the guy seemed embarrassed.

It had thrown Eddie for a loop— because Steve gets around. He’s nearly notorious for one-night stands and failed flings, as Robin loves to drone on about considering she’s subjected to all the flirting. What had originally been a point of envy for Eddie, just saturates the bleakness of Steve’s words. Sex but without a moment of intimacy.

So, while Eddie is miles away from being the person who gets into Steve’s pants — not for lack of want, mind you — he does try hike up the touchiness. Little things. Lingering when he taps him on the arm, hooking his chin over Steve’s shoulder to peer over it, leaning up against him when they’re side by side watching a film.

It’s good. It helps Eddie release the pressure of his stupid monumental god-awful crush he has. Yeah, yeah, it’s laughable, even to Eddie. It’s like Gay 101; don’t get crush on straight dudes, especially the ones you’re friends with. And yet…

Steve lets him. He lets Eddie give him touch, more than he lets anyone else. He still tenses; there’s still always a moment before he can remember to relax, like he’s trying to shake off bad thoughts but then he melts. He always melts into Eddie’s touch eventually — in a way Eddie knows Steve actually loves it, drinks it up as much as he can.

And maybe, Eddie is the biggest fool to grace the Earth to let that fact give him some hope. Sue his gooey heart, he’s a romantic. It’s a quiet hope but, it’s there.

Tonight, it seems relaxing for Steve is been harder than usual— several times has Eddie traced a quite long along Steve’s arms, a subtle point that they were far too tense for someone who was wrapped up in cuddles on the couch. ‘Cos that’s 100% what they are now. Eddie will still call them hugs, but usually, when it’s just the two of them, it becomes this.

Steve, tucked up into the corner of the couch, one leg flush along the back of the couch and one hanging off the edge. It’s the prime position for Eddie to crawl up, wind his arms around Steve’s middle and give him a good squeeze and then settle there. Head on Steve’s chest, lying in the cradle of his hips. Safe. Warm.

It makes him warm, oh very warm to know that he gets this. That Steve doesn’t give this amount of trust to many, if any, other people but Eddie — he trusts Eddie.

“Y’know,” Eddie says, cheeks smushed against the plain of Steve’s pec. It feels deliciously warm and Eddie’s fairly sure he can feel how toned it is just through his cheek. Hot bastard. “I’m actually real glad you asked for that hug all those weeks ago.”

He leaves it there ‘cos he knows Steve will ask. Eddie’s eyes stay on the buzzing tv-screen even as Steve’s head shifts, turning to peer down at the boy slumped on his chest. Eddie’s pretty sure he can see Steve’s mouth twitch up into a smile.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie affirms, giving a nod and his eyes flick up to meet Steve’s for just a moment. “Think I’ve had some of the best hugs in the world.”

Okay, that was maybe more honest and sappy than Eddie was going for. He is just letting Steve know he isn’t just doing it for Steve — that he enjoys these moments just as much. He lays it on thick, tries for a smarmy angle.

“Swept up in these pillowy arms?” He croons, giving Steve’s bicep a quick squeeze, making the other chuckle softly. “Who wouldn’t think so? I’m a lucky guy.”

Despite the joking tone, there’s no quick comeback from Steve. That’s alright. Eddie’s quite happy if this is one of the times Steve just takes the compliment; let’s the word sink in and hopefully, believes them, even if it’s just a little bit. He watches the film and doesn’t read into the silence.

Not even when Steve says, “Eddie?” all soft. Nearly shy sounding. It doesn’t quite register to Eddie’s ears.

“Mm?”

“Eddie.” Steve says again, a little firmer and that catches Eddie’s attention. He turns his head and rests his chin on Steve’s chest, his brows drawn together in silent question.

But the moment he makes eye contact, Steve’s doing that scrunched up face again. Is studying the ceiling instead of facing Eddie. And just like all those weeks ago, his hands clench up tight. Twists up the fabric of Eddie’s sweater in between his fingers and uses it to ground himself.

Last time, he asked for a hug. Considering he’s currently just about squishing Steve beneath his body weight, Eddie can’t fathom what he might be worked up to ask for. Unless he was going to ask for something more than a hug— which, well, just wasn’t going to happen, even if Eddie really wanted it to.

“Can I-” Steve starts. He sucks in a breath, almost like he’s gathering courage. But he’s not, because he’s not about to ask for what Eddie hopes for, he’s not, he’s—

Unless…?

“Can I… have a kiss?” Steve asks, barely audible. The sentence is murmured, soft words that hit Eddie like a gentle kiss in itself — imprinting right onto his heart. Steve Harrington wants a kiss — from him!

“Oh.” Eddie says, in a breathy delightful way. He’s fairly certain the little monkey in his brain is clapping its cymbals at double-speed as the words process; or maybe it’s his heart, which feels like it’s leapt up his throat.

“Oh?” Steve echoes, a smile already playing at the edges of his mouth, because he can see Eddie’s want. Because he knows him.

“Yes.” Eddie says suddenly, with a frantic nod, pushing up closer so their faces are aligned. “Yes, absolutely, you can.” He affirms.

Steve huffs a quiet laugh at the eagerness and then his arm that had been slung around Eddie shifts. It moves up til his hand caresses along the line of Eddie’s jaw, tilting him just how he likes.

Eddie holds his breath. Counts the freckles he can see this close. Tries to feel Steve’s heartbeat through where they’re pressed so closely together; can Steve feel his? Thundering and hurried, beating so hard Eddie thinks he might bruise the inside of his ribs.

Then Steve kisses him. And shit, Steve’s lip are better by ten-fold than every daydream Eddie’s ever had about them. They’re warm and so soft — plush and pressing against his own and Eddie is freezing. Fuck, wait, how does this go again? Right, Eddie’s never… well, kissed anybody before.

Steve pulls back and Eddie screws his eyes up — not ready in the slightest for the disappointment of his own shoddy kissing skills. Fuck, did he really just freeze? Steve — Steve Harrington — asks for a kiss and Eddie decides to stab himself in the back by not figuring out how to fuck to kiss back.

“You call that a kiss?” Steve teases and Eddie’s well aware of the parallel — of the irony of Steve repeating his own words back at him. But he can’t make himself laugh even though it’s funny. Instead, a little groan wiggles out his throat.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, earnest. He forces his eyes opens — he needs to see what’s Steve’s thinking. Where he’s expecting disappointment or perhaps regret, is only patience. Maybe a touch of concern. Eddie continues, despite the humiliation that makes his throat sticky.

“I haven’t- I don’t do this often.” He coughs awkwardly clearing his throat and hoping it hides the next word. “Ever.”

There’s a jump in Steve’s eyebrows, a moment of surprise in his eyes that lets him know he did, indeed, hear that final word. It makes Eddie feel… well, it’s nice that Steve had expected him to have been kissed by now. Even if he hasn’t. He tries to take it as a compliment.

“That’s okay,” Steve assures. Absentmindedly, his thumb rubs soothing along Eddie’s jaw. It makes Eddie shiver, some outrageous amount of joy clawing into every nerve. Steve likes Eddie. He wants to kiss Eddie.

“Do you want to try again?”

Eddie nods before the questions even out of his mouth. Steve smiles, all sunshine. This time when he draws Eddie in, he notices the way Eddie holds his breath — the rigidness in his body.

Steve kisses him again, another short and soft one and then whispers against his lips, “Relax.”

‘Cos isn’t tonight just full of the parallels, Eddie thinks. He listens, tries to focus on how sweet Steve’s kiss is than his panicky heart, forcing out a breath between the kisses. His hands along Steve’s sides find a grip, grounding and good, and by the fourth kiss, he begins to feel a bit melty.

It’s good. It’s really good. Kissing Steve is top 5– nay, the top moment of his life so far. Somehow, it’s made all that much better knowing the build-up behind it. Knowing that Steve knows he isn’t just kissing him for a heat of the moment — that Eddie wants kisses here, kisses before bed, in the morning, on dates. Eddie wants Steve.

And with the way he kisses, Eddie’s pretty sure Steve wants him just as bad.

It doesn’t take long for Steve to reach what Eddie decides is an ultra pretty fuckin’ state; lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed, hair a little mussed up. He bets he looks no better. The thought makes him grin, enough they have to break the kiss ‘cos Eddie can’t stop his stupid happy grin ‘cos shit— he actually gets to have this Steve.

“What?” Steve asks, somehow half heart-eyed and half suspicious at the mischief in Eddie’s eyes.

“Can I... have a hickie?”

now with a part three !

[airborneice]

i think we all know who the REAL star of season 3 is

i'm making a vague attempt to pace out this season by doing a drawing after each episode, so anyway here's my new fave character

[intotheelliwoods]

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