Living the life.
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“That all you got?”
I bet McCree be one to not shut their trap in the face of danger.
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ALTnyahh
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Um.
i don’t think “flex” is a strong enough word for whatever the last three minutes of my life was
That was one of the most beautiful sequences I have ever seen.
That’s because Marahute was animated by none other than Glen Keane, who storyboarded this magnificent sequence as well. He’s the legendary animator behind Ariel, Beast, Aladdin, Pocahontas, and Tarzan. Glen is famous for his extraordinary dedication to bringing his characters to life. For the Rescuers Down Under, he thoroughly studied eagle anatomy, and here are a few of his notes.
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He knew he would have to apologize to his own body every day for the rest of his life if he kept using it as a prison for all the love he had stored for Steve.
All those brand new, unused kisses, rotting in his lips.
All those unspoken words, with no air in his lungs to be shared.
All those itching caresses, locked in his skin, with nowhere to go.
Eddie was a cursed temple.
A graveyard of love.
Unfit for the living.
God, he needed to tell him.❄️❄️❄️
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Wait for it
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Shared Interests Pt. 2
Lucas pats him on the shoulder and grins at him, “You’re doing much better Eddie.”
“Don’t condescend to me Sinclair.” Eddie teases back and tickles Lucas’s side, “You’re the one who told me to do that stupid shoulder touch thing and Steve laughed whenever he looked at me for a week!” Steve may also have done it back to him at one point and made his knees go weak which just isn’t fair.
“Wait, so is that why Steve asked if I wanted to learn how to pitch a baseball after we went up to cerebro for my date with Suzie?” Dustin had been confused at the time, wondering if Steve was trying to make him want to be a jock too.
Eddie nods and settles back in his chair, “Aside from the fact that I think he just wants all of you to be more physically active considering how much time we spend running from monsters, yeah.”
Oh, Dustin had called it gross and sweaty and wanted to go home before he got a sunburn. And Steve hadn’t complained, he ruffled Dustin’s hat and told him to wipe his feet before getting in his car.
“Wait, does Steve think I hate him?” Fear bubbled through Dustin’s veins, all the times Steve asked if he’d like to go see a movie or visit the library… was he going to lose his friend?
“Mmmm, I wouldn’t go that far per say.” At the devastated look on Dustin’s face Eddie quickly drops the act, “No Dustin of course he doesn’t, Steve loves you dearly. You guys could stand to ease up on calling him stupid or shit like that because that does hurt him, he wouldn’t tell you that even on pain of death though.”
Lucas and Will share a look at that and Eddie suspects that this isn’t the first time that particular subject has been brought up by someone. His money is on El. That little girl loves Steve with every fiber of her being and watching them read or work on El’s catch up work together warms Eddie’s heart endlessly.
“So we have to do sports stuff now? Because of Steve?” Mike looks like he’s swallowed a lemon.
“You realize Steve has other hobbies besides sports right?” Eddie points out, “The guy is literally in school right now learning to do hair professionally because he’s so good at it.” Case in point baby Byers missing bowl cut and his far less frizzy curls.
“I like that he tells me everything that he’s doing because I don’t like people standing silently behind me. He does it with El too because she’s so worried about her head being shaved again.” Will pipes in causing Mike and Dustin to turn to him. “He cooks too, likes to help mom with dinner whenever things go late.”
Eddie beams at Will brightly, “Yep, although he’s a far better baker. I’m always bringing snacks to band practice now, Gareth would probably fight me to the death to marry Steve himself; his sweet tooth has never been so happy.”
“Okay but how is just listening to him talk about hair ‘sharing a hobby’, that just sounds boring.” Mike says, complete with poorly done air quotes. He’s trying to mimic Eddie again but can’t get the motion quite right.
“Mike, if you grew up in a house all alone outside of when the rest of the party came over for d&d or sleepovers how would you feel?”
“Uhh great, no parents fighting, no dealing with Nancy, no having to be the only one taking care of Holly.”
“For the first few weeks, sure. But what about when the silence sets in? When you’re sitting alone at the dinner table for months, having to make every meal yourself. When a tornado or a storm rolls through and you’re sitting in the basement wondering how long it’ll take for someone to find your body, if anyone would even care to look. When you’re sick and there’s no one around to help you make a bowl of soup or bring you water after you threw up again. When there’s no one to talk to for days on end because your friends have families and lives outside of you. How much would a conversation about anything, even the most mundane thing ever, mean to you then?”
“That’s not-” Eddie cuts him off with a look and Mike hunches his shoulders. Dustin wants to go give Steve a hug right now.
As if hearing his wish the door to the basement opens and Steve walks down the steps, “Hey babe.” He says cheerfully as he presses a kiss to Eddie’s cheek.
“Hello sweetheart, class go okay?” He places his hand over Steve’s on his shoulder.
“Someone messed up the bleaching lesson horribly today, I’ll tell you about it on the way because we will be late if we don’t leave soon and I know how much you enjoy making puns out of the players names.” Also because they get skimpy with the nacho cheese at the concession stand when you’re late.
“Alright, one sec and I’ll finish packing up.” He squeezes Steve’s fingers before letting go to start scooping dice into his bag. As he’s packing his stuff away Dustin bursts out of his chair and wraps his arms around Steve hugging him tightly.
“Hey man, where’s the fire?” He chuckles lightly as he hugs Dustin back, the boy’s hat is digging into his chest but he doesn’t mind.
“This weekend, would you like to go to the library? We can go read comics or something.”
Steve smiles brighter than the sun as he squeezes Dustin tighter, “Yeah Dust, that sounds great!”
“I love you Steve.” He says softly into the older boy’s chest. Steve’s not sure what brought this on, maybe Eddie did something in the campaign that scared them? He’d ask later.
“Love you too kiddo, get home safe and tell your mom hi for me.” He taps the brim of Dustin’s hat fondly before letting him go and taking a step back when Eddie places a hand on his shoulder.
“Ready love?”
Steve nods and folds his arm around Eddie’s waist, he had to get his clingy affection in now before they had to pretend to be just friends at the game.
“Alright we’re off kids, ponder the lessons you have received today and prepare for combat next time.” Eddie calls over his shoulder as he and Steve head out of the basement.
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Eddie thought Steve was fully asleep, when he spoke again, softly, dragging the sounds, almost gone.
“You make me feel like it.”
“Like what?”
Steve adjusted himself a bit in the bed.
“Like I’m enough.” -
Living with Eddie is… well, it’s an experience.
It’s not a bad thing, not in the slightest. There’s nothing Steve loves more than the fact he gets to fall asleep next to the love of his life, wake up to his soft little snores, and go about their lives together. There’s a soft kind of domesticity to it Steve wouldn’t give for the world.
He loves their routine so much he’s even willing to move past the little things Eddie does that make him lose his mind, like the way he never washes the sink properly after doing the dishes or how he constantly leaves the cabinet doors open. He can even move past how Eddie will come home from a late night shift at the bar when it’s raining and forget to take his shoes off, leaving a muddy trail of footsteps anywhere he goes. Hell, Steve’s even willing to excuse Eddie’s phases.
Wayne had warned him about those when they first moved in together three years ago. “It’s just that he gets easily excited about things,” he reasoned then. “Which doesn’t make it any less annoying.”
Steve didn’t get what it meant then.
He surely gets what it means now.