i admit i want to be loved religiously and i don’t know what to do with my hands

Had a heart to heart conversation with Robin in the restroom compartment

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no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for

people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333

that one picture doing the rounds

Something something, different first meeting, enemies to lovers, modern au, something something

citationless behavior

sourceless behavior

part 1

The next day, there’s someone new to visit Steve. Making Wayne stop in his tracks on his third coffee run. The rumors were true, the Chief isn’t as dead as he was a year ago. Just lost what looks to be half his body weight and all of his hair. Looking gaunt and malnourished. 

But he’s alive. That has to count for something.

Wayne wishes the Chief was there to see him. Give him the key to unlock the chain around Eddie’s wrist. So he’d be able to wake up to a clean slate. That his record will be clear and he won’t get carted off to jail as soon as he’s stable. So Wayne will be able to bring him home. 

Once he has a home to go to. Not just a shitty hotel room that costs more than it should for a night. But it’s right next to the hospital, so Wayne can be here in five minutes if something happens. When his boy wakes up. He has to wake up. 

It’s been five days since Eddie was brought in. Twelve since Wayne saw him last. All he wants is to hear his obnoxiously loud music blaring down the hall while he’s trying to sleep. Or the laughter that could make him smile even when he didn’t want to. Wayne wants his Eddie back, the boy he watched grow all of these years. He’s not ready for the day Eddie wakes up and the light is gone from his eyes. 

Because it will be. Wayne’s seen enough people come back from combat a completely different person. With the scars that are sewn into Eddie’s torso, up his neck, one on his cheek. There’s no doubt that he’s been through something unimaginable. Life changing. 

As much as Wayne wants Eddie to wake up. He’s not ready for him to wake up changed. 

Eddie was still in the coma, attached to so many tubes it made Wayne sick to look at sometimes. But they were keeping him alive, so he’ll manage. They were making sure he got to see his boy awake again.

There was still a metal cuff that was attached to his wrist. The other end attached to the bar of the hospital bed. As if he could spring up at any moment and just escape. When he’s been half dead for days. When Wayne hasn’t seen his eyes open since before Eddie went into hiding. 

He hasn’t seen his boy for over a full week. Even though he’s been lying there on the bed for the last few days. Eddie won’t be back with Wayne until he wakes up. If he wakes up.

Everyday Wayne’s been here in between his shifts. Can’t afford to take the days off, with having to get a new place and all. Part of his paycheck’s paying for the hotel room he’s staying in while trying to find somewhere new to live. Even the abandoned houses are too pricy, and the trailer park’s in shambles. 

Honestly, if he could, he’d be pulling as many doubles as possible just to get a new place and soon. But that would mean not being here. Might miss when he wakes up. Wayne doesn’t want to miss that. 

It’s not like he’s lonely here either. There’s been other visitors. The kid that Eddie always talked about from his dungeon game. The one that he secretly liked above the rest of the freshmen. His bandmates came by once, looking guilty as hell when they did. They haven’t been back since. 

There’s been a few other people Wayne hasn’t recognized. A few more kids from the club, some he didn’t even know Eddie knew. But they always came to check in before heading across the hall to see the boy there. The Harrington boy. 

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it’s okay if you give in sometimes. sometimes the weight of everything becomes too heavy and it’s okay to get upset, it’s okay to cry or get angry. sometimes there’s dips in your recovery but you can stand up again afterwards, stronger than before. you’re not weak for having a bad time.

TW for internalized homophobia and related bad decisions

Steve is 12 and he thinks about finding his soulmate all the time.

You're supposed to find them through touch; your life together will flash in front of your eyes. They're rare, though, soulmates. So rare that most people never find theirs. So rare that some people say they're made up.

Steve wants to be one of the lucky few. He wants it to be a true, unbreakable bond, a love he gets to have forever.

He wonders if he'll find his soulmate at school. He's popular, he thinks. Tommy would say they were popular. But Tommy's definition of popular mostly has to do with the number of kids he can get away with being mean to, and that's not really Steve's deal. Tommy is like a prey animal, the way he can find weaknesses.

There's a new boy at school. Steve doesn't know his name, but they have English together. He's too thin, with huge brown eyes, and all his clothes are too big. His head's been inexpertly shaved and he never looks anybody in the eye. It's only a matter of time before he catches Tommy's interest, and Steve wishes he could stop it somehow, but he's never been good at going against Tommy.

The day comes, of course. They're standing in the hall, the new boy walking towards them, head down, as always. Tommy nudges Steve says, "What a loser."

The New Ride 🚙

Slightly based off of the ‘69 Oldsmobile 442 my dad had when I was growing up. Such a gorgeous car 😩👌

This will be the Steddie print choice this month for my Acid Rain tier! [ Patreon ]

Nurture

For the STWG prompt "Nurture" We talked a little while ago about serial killer Wayne in the server....and I'm still obsessed

On the third day. Eddie came home. 

When no call for a manhunt came out, when no angry mobs stormed Reefer Rick’s place looking for Eddie’s head, when there wasn’t even a whisper of anything in the news, there was no other option. He didn’t even bother to try and sneak back into the trailer, just walked in and stared dumbfoundedly at the completely normal looking room in front of him.  

“Where…is she?” Eddie asked.  

No bloodstains, no disgustingly distorted corpse. No Chrissy.

Just his uncle, standing at the sink, washing his hands. 

“Somewhere peaceful. Somewhere safe.” Wayne muttered, continuing to rinse under the steaming hot water, not bothering to turn to look at his nephew, “What exactly happened?”

“I didn’t- I don’t- I would never-” Eddie stammered, trying to explain the unexplainable. 

“I know that, boy,” Wayne cut in, effortlessly silencing Eddie’s rambling as he turned around, wiping his now clean hands on a washcloth, “I know you better than anyone. You would never have done anything like that. You ain’t like me.”

Eddie’s breath escaped in a huge shaking sigh, and he immediately ran straight for Wayne, barrelling into his uncle’s arms and burrowing his face into his shoulder. The tears he had been holding in since Chrissy’s death came hot and heavy, Eddie’s entire body shaking from the force of grief that was finally being allowed to escape his body.  

He had been so scared. So sure no one could ever believe him. 

But Wayne understood. Wayne had always understood. Wayne knew him better than anyone. Wayne knew Eddie would never have done anything like that. Wayne…

It was then that the last sentence his uncle had spoken finally registered in Eddie’s brain. 

Eddie stiffened, slowly pulling back and looking at his uncle in horror. 

“Like you?” 

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