She/Her, 25. I fangirl about various things: books, movies, animes, etc. I'm pretty chill when I'm not a nervous disaster 😅 Nice to meet ya!
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Eddie’s waking up in the hospital…
“Woooo, oh wait, did the upside become the inside?” Eddie’s eyes try and focus as his head wobbles, attempting to look around his hospital room. “This isn’t the trailer.”
His voice is mumbly and loose. The drugs they have pumping through him are keeping him comfortable.
“Shit, Eddie?” Dustin jumps from his seat and grabs onto the man’s arm.
“Dustin? Why are you…hobble? Hobbit? Mordor,” he giggles to himself briefly. “No, your foot?”
“Holy shit, he is drugged up,” Dustin comments to someone behind him. “I twisted it pretty bad, but I’m ok, dude. How you feeling?”
“Who’er talkin to?” Eddie tries to sit up to look around Dustin but collapses back in quick exhaustion.
“Steve, Steve’s here,” Dustin steps back and the elder teen sits up, giving Eddie a little wave.
“That’s not Steve, silly.” Eddie waves his hand. “That’s a-a fuckin angel. Look at him.” Eddie turns his head more trying to get a good look. “Are-are you an angel, pretty boy? Here to take me to the pearly gates?”
Steve huffs giving Dustin an embarrassed smile. “Uh, no angel, dude. Just me.”
“Steve?” He squints before sighing loudly. “God, you’re hot. Dusty your fake brother is hot.”
“Jesus,” Dustin chuckles. “That’s Steve, man.”
“I know, see him?” He motions his hand trying to get Dustin to lean in closer. “He’s hot,” he whisper yells into Dustin’s face.
“Ok, you probably need to rest.” Dustin pats Eddie’s arms delicately.
“Hey? Hey Dustin?” Eddie slaps his hand against the available piece of Dustin that he can reach. “I’m gunna marry that angel. I’m gunna marry him. Do you think…? No, I don’t think I can have nuggets.” He tilts his head back peering over to Steve. “Sorry, angel, I can’t have your six nuggets. But I’d hotwire an RV with you for the rest of time.”
“What is he talking about?” Dustin whispers to Steve, whose face is the same color as the red Nike swoosh on his shoes.
“Um… doesn’t matter. Uh, Eddie? Why don’t you relax man. Just, try and go back to sleep.”
“Will you be here?” He asks nervously.
“Uh, maybe,” Steve’s wringing his hands together avoiding making eye contact with Dustin.
“Oh,” Eddie hums. “You look sad. Don’t be sad.”
Eddie’s voice comes out wispy and soft, making the hairs on Steve’s arms stand up.
“I could make chicken nuggets. How bout that, angel? Chicken nuggets?” Eddie’s eyelids are too heavy to keep open but he turns his head in the direction of Steve.
“Yeah, man. Sounds good. Don’t worry bout it though. You should rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“You will?” Eddie sounds elated.
“Yeah, you got it.”
“Hmm, so pretty,” he murmurs quietly before slipping back to sleep.
“Ok, so what did I miss?” Dustin leans on his crutch and glares down at Steve.
“Nothing?” Steve shrugs.
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Just ordered 3 books off of ThriftBooks! 📚 Haven't read a physical book in a minute 😅
Ooh I'm excited ☺️
Anti anxiety.
don't look at the timezones too closely, the idea of eddie on tour and leaving steve voicemails to wake up to in the morning was too cute to pass up ao3 link
"steeeeeve harrington."
eddie's sleepy voice rumbles away in steve's ear. there's no one else around so steve doesn't bother to hide his grin as he snuggles further under the blankets.
eddie chuckles, breathy and giddy, like he's telling a private joke. "good morning, sweetheart. well, morning for you. sun won't be up here for another–" there's a pause, then a shuffle, and steve can picture eddie rolling over in his hotel bed to look at the alarm clock even though he could just look at his phone, "–five hours, christ alive."
steve's grin turns gooey when eddie lets out a loud yawn into the receiver. he hears the sheets shifting and he has to reel his mind back in from the gutter.
"the boys say i'm stupid for leaving you all these voicemails," eddie tells him once he's comfortable. steve pictures them both laying the same way, facing each other. "they call me whipped every time i pick up my phone, but guess what, stevie?"
he pauses, like he's waiting for an answer.
steve can't help but to whisper back, "what, eds?" into the quiet of their bedroom.
"i miss you so much, sweetheart."
steve feels his heart jump to his throat so suddenly that he almost chokes on it. butterflies erupt in his belly and he can feel himself blushing. his lips wobble with the attempt to not make some embarrassing expression, even though he's the only one in the room.
it's been over a month since they've seen each other in person. photos of their teary eyed send off were still making the rounds on twitter and instagram—steve tucked into eddie's side at the check-in counter with their hands in each other's back pockets, them waiting in line at one of the airport restaurants because the flight was delayed so they had another two hour wait time. the fan video of them making out in a hidden alcove away from the band.
there's been facetime calls, but it doesn't replace the longing need to have eddie physically with him. to kiss him. to hold him. to bury his face in his neck and never let go.
"i don't think i tell you that enough, when i leave," eddie continues, his voice still soft and gravelly from lack of sleep and singing for three hours straight. "but i do. i'm so used to you being the first thing i see when i wake up that i get sad when i open my eyes and you're not beside me."
steve grips the blankets and lets out a pathetic whine, his chest tight.
"i miss holding your hand, i miss being able to kiss you, i miss hearing your laugh and seeing your smile." eddie sighs, deep and sorrowful, and it breaks steve's heart.
he wants to take his love's face in his hands and kiss him until he no longer sounds so sad.
"just fourteen hundred more hours and i'll have you back in my arms. call me after you listen to this, okay? i love you so much."
the voicemail ends and steve sits up, his bedhead wild and unruly. he taps out a message to chrissy asking for the next available flight they could put him on and sighs in relief when she says they can fly him out tomorrow night at the earliest.
mentally going over everything he needs to pack, steve falls back down onto the bed while his phone rings out on speaker.
"hey, babydoll."
at the sound of his boyfriend's voice in real time, a calmness washes over steve as he sinks back into the pillows.
"hi, baby. i got your message."
asians: pls care about racism against us
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It's my 7 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
Wow. Can't believe it's been that long since I got up here. Huh.
Lovely garden, hearted this post. Random thought while scrolling through: Icicles are frozen tree snot. Like, getting a runny nose in winter
Icy garden. Värmland, Sweden (March 27, 2023).
...I love it here. 😂
literally heartbreaking. see that crack.. he just BROKE his pussy.
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writing is my biggest passion, and my greatest fear
@charnellecatastrophe tell me about snorkmimimi land when you get this
“I’ll just rest my eyes” is the biggest lie you’re going straight to snorkmimimi land
Bought these tulips yesterday after work. Day 1 (officially) Let's grow!! (I'll see myself out 🫠)
i don't think enough people who haven't watched danny phantom know about dan. i don't even think we talk about it enough. there's seriously a storyline where all of danny's family and loved ones are tied to a fast food restaurant and they blow up and die. they get fucking murdered, on purpose. and it cuts to the future and he'd gone full ballistic and destroyed the entire world. his ghost half killed his human half and then he became a super villain fueled by grief and evil and he nuked the whole world with his ghost powers. like that was really something that happened in the 2004 Y7 Nickelodeon children's show Danny Phantom and i don't think enough people know about that. if you ever wondered why the danny phantom fandom is Like That(tm) please believe me when i say the show is actually directly responsible for it
if you're ok with an incessant amount of boops reblog this so I can get those other 2 badges <3
Pretty good lol
found a cute quiz thing and i wanted to start one of those tag games lol :3
tags!!!!!: @peckforlovingheck @alex-supremacy4 @overlyobsessedfroglord @ithinkimightbeagoose @fionacle @gardensnakie @greenrectangularblob @my-chemical-migraine
YO, tell me why (no Backstreet) I went to re-listen to this beautiful song and saw that it came around this month, three years ago! 🫠😆
Which then made me remember the post I put on Instagram about it!
Alexa play, “Angel with a Shotgun”