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5 things I like, 5 people tagged (you don’t have to <3)
✨ My cats!
✨ My kids
✨ Autumn days
✨ my buds!
✨ Sleeping
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My winter exchange is finally here! A little art nouveau demogorgan Steve and Eddie! I hope you like it @hbyrde.bsky.social! Sorry for the wait! #steddie
Aww thank you!! I appreciate the encouragement, I have so many plates a-spinnin’!
For those of you curious about my winter exchange fic, it’s this one for Jordan!
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My goals for the next two weeks are these:
- finish my Winter Exchange fic!
- finish wood burning these really cute boxes I started on!
- start the outline for my From the Grave mini bang!
- outline Balm 2 (with bonus character ooooo)
- outline What It Takes
- finish my Master Fic list :D
Awww thank you so much!
Heheheh if the bedroom is a-rockin, don’t come a-knockin’!
A most willing victim 💖 happy Valentine’s day to my #steddie moots!!!!
🌹Happy valentine's day🌹 #steddie
happy valentine’s day! 💗
#steddie
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY EVERYONE!!!!!
“He’s the fairest of them all…”
Pairing: Steddie
Summary: Swishy said okay so we’ve got envy, heart, fairest, and hairdressing… how about-
It’s Valentine’s Day, and Steve does not have a crush on Eddie Munson. He just really wants to do his hair, okay?
It’s just.
It’s so long, and its so curly.
“Gladly.”
Their kiss this time is far less chaste. They don’t even hear the front door shut.
~*~*~*~
Robin shoos the kids out the door as soon as she heard Steve lock his door. Finally, her best friend has found his prince. May they live happily ever after.
“I found you,” Steve assures, “Stay with me?”
“Tonight?”
“Tonight, tomorrow, every day. Is that too much?”
Steve knows he can be far too much, has been told so many times and he hope with everything in him that he’s not asking for too much this time.
He leans back, watches as Eddie’s eyes open to reveal the stars once more. Steve can see the cogs turning in that big brain, watches happily as they flit through different emotions. Eddie blinks, smiles tentatively before he whispers, “Oh my prince, I was lost in the woods and yet you’ve found me.”
He takes a deep breath, leans down, closes his eyes and presses his lips lightly to Eddie’s.
They’re so soft, every bit as soft as his hair. They’re warm, and when they part in a soft gasp it gives Steve a chance to nibble Eddie’s bottom lip just a little.
Like there’s only so much time they have now, you know?
So little time to talk things through, to make sure that the timing is right, that they both want this. With every single beat of his heart he can feel himself falling more and more, he doesn’t want to deny or deflect any longer.
He was compelled to give her a kiss upon her blood red lips. For her, it was the kiss of life, and they fell in love to later be married.
Looking down at this tableau, with Eddie’s inky hair flowing through his fingers, his pale skin and blood-red lips Steve feels…
Her friends couldn’t find it in them to bury her, instead enclosing her in a glass coffin so they could keep her beautiful forever.
A wayward prince had wandered passed. Hearing her friends singing their grief, he was so struck by her beauty, that he fell in love.
Steve remembers a story he heard a long time ago, where a beautiful dark-haired princess was poisoned with a comb, her ribs crushed by a corset, and finally an apple- all because she was beautiful, lively, and kind.
After about twenty minutes, Steve is sure that he’s completely finished. He grabs a towel, wrapping the wet tresses carefully and looks down to see that Eddie was dozing. He strokes his thumb over Eddie’s eyebrow, smiling at his eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
He lets the conditioner sit while he combs, working out each tangle efficiently. Steve finds a sort of zen doing things like this, he likes to help. Helping others feel good about their appearance was a whole other level of comfort as well, maybe he could think about doing this for a living maybe.
