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demonfamilytherapist · 1 year

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I'm not sure if this been ever ask before, I saw a relationship of duck with lucifer specially about lesson 20. When duck is back and the newtfire shenanigan specially part where Lucifer ask to be order. What duck response tho? Mine kinda thought is barking one since is random mind response when I saw the option.

Barking would 100% be her first thought, but Duck tries to avoid teasing Lucifer too hard when he’s being vulnerable… whether that vulnerability is willing or not. But obviously, she’s not going to go for the kiss option because of what happens last time…

So, one option left!

Tags/warnings: Duck is she/they, miscommunication and relationship issues, the aphrodisiac and lesson 22 spoilers in general.

Duck and Lucifer, 22-C

“No need to be so jumpy, Lucifer,” Duck said.

If Lucifer thought he was being subtle, he was sorely mistaken. His cheeks were pinker than a flamingo, his breathing was forced, and even when their lives had been in danger, he’d never flinched as he had when their fingers touched.

“Perhaps you’re right,” Lucifer said after a long pause, schooling his features back into a neutral mask. Duck couldn’t help being a little disappointed. As much as they hated the aphrodisiac tainting their first meal back in the Devildom, at least it was making Lucifer a little more honest.

And wasn’t that the core of their problems?

“…What? Why are you staring at me like that?” Lucifer observed her closely and Duck shrugged. Clearly they’d lost some of their edge being away for so long too, unable to hide the way they watched for any little detail out of place with Lucifer.

“You can be surprisingly cute sometimes, you know that?” Duck asked, playing it off. If Lucifer was gonna hide being a facade, so would they.

“…It’s not often one would describe me as cute,” Lucifer said. His face flitted between several emotions, each to brief to read, but settled on flustered. “Don’t get me wrong though. I’m not saying I don’t like it… compared to being told I’m not cute, I’d rather be told that I am…”

Lucifer and Duck stood in silence.

This was not the way Duck had predicted this conversation going.

It did not seem to be the way Lucifer had planned this conversation to go.

“…Wait, what am I even saying?” Lucifer muttered to himself. Duck thought it was a very good question.

“Does it seem like the aphrodisiac hasn’t been affecting me at all?” Lucifer asked, pulling himself up to his full height. “Well, that’s because I’ve made it look that way. I’ve merely hidden it.” He had recovered enough to smile at her, all smug, and Duck was torn between letting him have his little win or pointing out that no, he hadn’t been hiding it at all. The only honesty Duck had gotten from Lucifer, and it was being forced out by overpriced fandom merch.

“Lucifer…”

“The truth is that there’s a fire raging inside of me,” he continued before they could finish their thought, his voice gaining momentum. “When I look at you, my chest tightens, and I feel as thought I can barely breathe… This is all your fault.”

The words, even lacking any real malice behind them, were still enough to make Duck step back. Lucifer’s eyes flicked between Duck and the office door, biting his tongue.

“Ugh…” He shook his head, fist gripping his vest as though just the thought of a repeat of last time was enough to make his symptoms worse.

Symptoms of an aphrodisiac. If Duck thought of it as that and that alone, maybe this situation would feel more manageable.

“The longer I’m around you, the harder it’s become to fight back these feelings…” Lucifer practically choked on the words, forced into showing vulnerability around the person he’d probably least like to right now.

Duck wanted to apologise even though this wasn’t her fault, but Lucifer shook his head. For once, seeming to understand her thoughts.

“I’ve finally reached the point where I can’t contain them anymore.” His words were now so low she had to strain to hear them, but Duck wasn’t getting any closer, not just yet. Lucifer met her eyes regretfully, like he wanted to take back his words, like he wanted to stop what he was about to say, like he wanted to go back in time and stop this syrup business before it started.

“So please…”

Duck’s heart beat thrummed through her whole body at Lucifer’s soft voice, gentle expression, openness.

“Master, give me an order…”

Duck tried really, really hard not to react to the word master in any way.

She remembered the feeling of Lucifer’s lips - soft, because he’d never allow them to be chapped, colder than a human’s, and moving against hers with so much calculated intention. Bile rose in her throat and she swallowed it back.

She thought, spitefully, of throwing Lucifer’s vulnerability back in his face, of making him bark like a dog, but immediately regretted it. This was what they’d wanted - Lucifer open, Lucifer trusting, Lucifer relying on them - and they wouldn’t punish him for it, even if this side of him had to be forced out.

“…How about a welcome back hug?” she said, clearing her throat. They repeated the order, putting more of a command into it - “Lucifer, hug me.”

Lucifer let out a breath Duck hadn’t realised he’d been holding and smiled in that stupid, rare, genuine way that never failed to make her heart skip a beat.

“I’d been hoping to do just that, actually.”

In an instant, Duck was surrounded by darkness - Lucifer’s cape settling around them as one of his hands came to rest on the small of their back, the other on their neck, gently guiding Duck to rest their head against him. They couldn’t see his face, which was probably the point, but tucked against his chest like this they could feel the rise and fall of his breath, the hammering of his heart.

“…After you went back to the human world, did you ever think of me?” Lucifer asked, so quietly Duck wasn’t entirely sure she was meant to hear. “Not of my brothers, but of me?”

Duck let her arms wrap around his waist, between the heavy fabric of the cape and the solid muscle of his back. Duck never really forgot how much taller Lucifer was than her, but she felt it now in the way he held her.

“Tell me that you did. Tell me I’ve been on your mind since the moment you left.” Even now, Duck could feel a certain amount of self-restraint. Not in the words, but in the way his fingers flexed against them, like he ached to pull them even closer. “…Because I don’t think I could handle it otherwise.”

They lingered in the hug. Duck didn’t answer and Lucifer didn’t push.

She wasn’t sure how long it was before they pulled away, wasn’t sure who initiated the movement. Their eyes met once more, Lucifer still flushed, his hands reluctant to part from her-

And then the sense of magic snapping filled the room, and Lucifer pulled back as if he’d been shocked.

“The fire inside of me… it subsided.”

Duck couldn’t hide her sigh of relief, nor the way she sagged against Lucifer’s desk with her eyes slipping shut. This was not how she’d intended her first night back to go. Fixing another mess… just a regular night at the House of Lamentation already.

Even with her eyes closed, Duck could sense Lucifer’s hesitation before a gloved hand rested on her shoulder.

“Hmph, honestly. What was Levi thinking bringing something like that into this house?”

Duck snorted and opened their eyes to Lucifer’s weak smile, before it faded with a sigh.

“After everything that’s happened, I too am so… incredibly… tired…”

Duck opened her mouth - to offer a coffee or a rest, she wasn’t sure - when two familiar screams echoed through the walls.

“What was that?”

“More work for me, I think…” Duck muttered, already going to rise, but Lucifer’s hand on their shoulder pushed down lightly.

“I have a bad feeling about this…” he said and yeah, obviously - only confirmed when Asmo burst in.

“Lucifer! Help!”

Duck was only a little guilty about being relieved it wasn’t their name being called.

“Levi caught Mammon stealing the bottle of syrup he had stashed away, they fought over it, and it broke, and now they’re both covered in syrup!”

How?

“I didn’t hear a word you just said, I know nothing about it, and I’m going to keep it that way.”

Ah, so it was Duck’s job then.

“Duck, that goes for you too, understood?”

Duck looked up to see Lucifer’s exhausted, determined glare and scoffed.

“You heard the boss, Asmo.”

“But! Awww, come on…”

#duck #obey me mc #my writing #damn it’s been a while #I’m rusty at writing duck #most of the dialogue is the same with minor changes

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tuinendraws · 9 months

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Nobody tell him.

#good omens #good omens 2 spoilers #Aziraphale #Anthony J Crowley #when I started drawing this i thought I was being clever #and by the time finished there were already like 70 tumblr posts with the same idea lmao #for a while I thought maybe I shouldn't post this at all but you know it's been half a year since I posted anything #so i'm posting this now #originality be damned

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sidsinning · 3 months

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Villainess AU update!

Luka is finally here!

Marinette is...Marinette

Previous | Beginning | Next

#mlb #ml #miraculous ladybug #villainess au #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine #ladybug #viperion #art #fanart #comic #siddraws #been a damn while huh lol

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secondstar-acorn · 1 year

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mando episode 6 here we go

#star wars #the mandalorian #star watches the mandalorian #damn it’s been a while

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nouverx · 8 days

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Needed a little break from digital art for a few days so I decided to fill a few pages of my sketchbook with StaticMoth 📺🦋 I haven't used my poscas in a while damn

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin vox #hazbin valentino #staticmoth #voxval #hazbin hotel vox #my art #sketchbook #traditional art #posca markers #posca art #my very first time drawing Valentino ahah #I should draw Velvette too damn #I love the vees I cant wait to see more of them in season 2 #yeah sorry I just needed to get off my screen for a while and I havent been filling my sketchbook for a month #it won't fill itself sadly

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choccy-milky · 7 months

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happy october!! we can pretend this is a halloween post since seb is channeling his inner vampire with all those bites ❤️🧛‍♂️

#drew this while working bc i dont wanna do my job i just wanna draw seb and clora #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc #hogwarts legacy fanart #sebastian sallow fanart #choccyart #crazy to think its been 8 months and im still just as brainrotted damn

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tangledinink · 2 months

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did y'all think i'd make @tmntaucompetition propaganda for the gemini that wasn't super extra...?

#theyre having a PHOTOSHOOT <3 #i made this a WHILE ago and have been hanging onto it #and ive been watching the whole speakeasy thing blow up kinda like. damn and no one even knows the origins what a heavy burden i bear smh #my life is SOOOO difficult--#tmnt au competition #propaganda #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt disaster twins #rottmnt leo #rise donnie #rise donatello #rise disaster twins #rise leo #rottmnt fanart

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dammjamboy · 3 months

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BETTER CALL SAUL!

#this was mostly a test run on procreate dream!#its pretty good but it has a LOT of room for improvement #which i know the developers have been working on since the app is still technically in beta!#but hey i did this in like 3 weeks while working a full time job and also working on other art so #its pretty damn powerful software #good shit if you use procreate already!!#literally the biggest flaws rn are a lack of selection tool an undo/redo button and #and the app itself has a tendency to crash or slow down if theres “too much” going on #like i had to delete all but one of the preloaded animations just so the app would run smoother while i worked #so its still very clearly in its early phase but its good and im excited to see what the developers will do with it #ok review over #better call saul #saul goodman #bcs #jimmy mcgill #breaking bad #animation #brba #video #procreate dreams

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pencilscratchins · 2 years

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when there’s trouble you know who to call (twitter) [ID in ALT]

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amikoroyaiart · 4 months

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I always love your commander Fox.. maybe draw the tired lad? 💚💚🦊🦊

Few of you asked for Foxy so here is our favourite tired commander <3

#star wars #commander fox #the clone wars #amiko art #damn it's been a while I almost forgot how to draw him

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ink--theory · 1 year

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wrong turn

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #agent 8 #side order #my friend said to me while watching the trailer 'damn agent 8 got hella lost while on their way to pearl & marina's wedding'#and honestly???? i've been thinking about that ever since #i'll drawing smth better later on but for now have this bs lmao #my art shit

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ruporas · 10 months

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post-trimax vash meets stampede wolfwood

[ID: Black and white comic of Vash and Wolfwood of their Stampede versions. The comic starts with Wolfwood continuing off a conversation, saying “I didn’t mean t’say anythin’ bad to her. She just took it the wrong way. But anyway...” Wolfwood speaks with a hand gestured flippantly while Vash, who’s seated next to him, just listens. Vash thinks to himself, “Talks more about himself... Honest expressions... Immature, though he was pretty immature too.” He smiles and continues to think, “And yet...”

A panel of Vash’s eye directed now to the sky. He thinks, “Some things are bound to be the same with us...” He thinks of a memory, the version from Maximum of him and Wolfwood, back shown as they chatted underneath two moons, one moon with a hole through it. Vash continues, “Isn’t that right, W-“ His thoughts are interrupted by Wolfwood coming into a view, a close up his deadpan expression. Vash utters out “-olfwood..?” with a nervous expression. He starts to explain, “Um. Sorry if it seemed like I wasn’t listening, I was! So, let’s keep talking?”

Vash smiles and puts his hands together as he says, “okay?” Wolfwood glares at him with gritted teeth and Vash immediately remembers, “Right, he’s more short-tempered...” He continues to think, “Maybe Plan B works with him—“ before he’s grabbed by his coat collar aggressively and changes thoughts, “OK, never mind, brace for impact..!” But he’s surprised when he’s tugged instead, him and Wolfwood flops against the ground. Wolfwood puts an arm over Vash and says, “I don’t need to be entertained, blondie. If yer tired, we can go to sleep.”

Two close up panels of Wolfwood and Vash’s eyes looking at each other, Wolfwood taking off Vash’s glasses as he says, “Am I wrong?” Vash thinks to himself, “Actually... I was being genuine when I said I wanted to keep talking. I don’t feel tired at all. But, I think you know this body more than I do.”

Vash’s thoughts continue, “I can’t deny the me you’re fond of from being taken care of. And I could never deny your kindness. Even though...” Vash finally smiles and says, “You’re not wrong...” Wolfwood smiles back before tugging Vash closer and says, “Then, let’s sleep.” Vash asks, “Should we get a blanket?” Wolfwood asks, “Why?” before kissing Vash on the cheek, “I’ll keep you warm.” Vash puts his face into both his hands and flushes. Wolfwood smiles cheekily and asks, “What?” Vash responds, “I was caught off guard..” Wolfwood says, “You’ve said worse though.” Vash responds, “Did I...” The panel phases out and the dialogue returns to Vash’s thoughts. He thinks, “I want to stay a bit longer. Talk a bit longer.

You’re tired here too. The future is always going to be unfair to you. I want to protect you from it. I want to hold you close so you won’t go far.” The thoughts overlap the scene of Wolfwood now sleeping peacefully against Vash with an arm over him, Vash’s jacket draped against him as a blanket. Vash looks at him and a small thought bubble thinks, “He can fall asleep first...” His previous thoughts continue, “I know I can’t. I already had that chance.” A close up of Vash putting his hand over Wolfwood’s. He continues, “I wasn’t capable once, I can’t be sure I’d be capable a second time. And in a way...”

Vash’s thoughts continue with the back drop of the sky, Stampede’s sky of two moons without holes, “Some things are bound to be the same. But I know you’ll be loved again and again in a way I’d never know.” A split panel, one half contains the sleeping face of Wolfwood from Stampede, the other of Wolfwood from Trimax. In turn, the Vash lying down looking fondly at Wolfwood shifts to the post Trimax Vash while the other versions, Stampede and earlier Trimax, are faintly drawn next to him doing the same. Vash closes his eyes and finally drifts to sleep as the final text reads, “Goodnight, Wolfwood.”

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #trimax spoilers #was thinking damn havent done the crossovers in awhile. doodled a bunch of fluff crossover stuff and somehow #this is the one i finish dmgkg in the same vein ive been thinking a lot about the time loop au which #i also like but one thing about it that always made me wonder is vash's interference and his willingness to interfere #not to say he's a believer of fate or anything -- im a firm believer that if vash had a chance to do it again knowing what he knew he'd #obviously do things differently -- but not in the i'll solve everything for you way but in the #let's spend less time arguing and be #happier while we still got the time to #trigun universe is always going to be brutal to the both of them <pensive> but anyway to be a little kinder to him i just #let him swap for a day or so with stampede vash... maybe granted the chance to stay but vash would never do that to Himself. and #in the end thats not the wolfwood he knew. no miguel o'hara-ing this #also he nor us know if stamp ww would go thru the same fate :']!#ruporas art #trigun

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delta-piscium · 10 months

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Steddie | 1.7k words it is (swedish) midsummer so I wrote this based on my favorite old tradition because I can and will make anything steddie, so like glad midsommar (happy midsummer)

“What are you doing?” Steve asks as he follows Eddie to the hallway where he’s frantically putting on his shoes.

“I almost forgot,” he mutters under his breath not acknowledging Steve at all.

“Forgot what?”

“I can’t believe I almost forgot.”

“Eddie,” Steve says a little louder, more adamant.

He does look up at Steve then and almost looks surprised to see him. As if he’d forgotten he was there, as if they haven’t been hanging out for hours.

“Oh,” he says. “Uhm,” he squints at Steve who waits for him to continue, to explain. He doesn’t.

“Yes?” Steve implores because he would really like an explanation. Eddie had just abruptly stood up halfway through telling Steve about some folklore he’s using in his new campaign, just cut himself off mid-sentence and walked off. Steve doesn’t think it’s especially weird or demanding of him to have questions.

“Did you have other plans that you just now remembered?” Steve frowns, starting to feel unsure when Eddie still isn’t saying anything. It’s just past eleven at night and Steve doesn’t know what plans those would be but he had showed up unannounced earlier in the evening so it’s not impossible that Eddie had plans that Steve interrupted.

“No, no, no,” Eddie assures him finally breaking his silence, “it’s- okay it’s a little silly but I read this thing researching and I want to try it.”

And well, okay then.

Steve raises his eyebrows and waves his hand gesturing for Eddie to go on.

Eddie’s cheeks turn a light pink and he resolutely looks somewhere above Steve’s shoulder instead of at him.

“Midsummer, which is today, is supposed to be this magical night and there are all these traditions and old myths about it.”

Eddie glances at Steve and he smiles. Tries to show he’s listening and wants to know whatever thing Eddie read about.

“And well, okay so there’s this one tradition where you pick seven different kinds of flowers before you go to bed and then put them under your pillow and you’re supposed to dream about who you’re gonna spend your life with.”

Steve blinks, wasn’t expecting that and doesn’t know what to say about it, so, he blinks again.

“Maybe it’s dumb, but with all we’ve seen magic and folklore don’t seem so far-fetched and,” he shrugs, “I wanna try. And like, it’s close to midnight and I don’t know if that’s a rule but I don’t wanna risk messing it up.”

“It- huh,” Steve frowns slightly and looks at his shoes then back at Eddie. “Yeah alright, let’s do it. Can’t hurt right?”

His voice is light, like it’s not a big deal and just a fun thing Eddie read about because that’s what it is, isn’t it? But something about it settles deep in Steve’s gut. Makes it feel important in a way he’s not sure he could explain if he tried. Maybe it’s just the fact that Eddie is getting so worked up about the possibility of dreaming about the person he’s gonna spend his life with when Steve maybe a little bit wishes it would be him, but like, only a little.

Eddie looks at him with wide eyes like he didn’t expect Steve to want to join, like maybe he expected Steve to make fun of him for wanting to do it. But then something seems to switch in him and a slow smile spreads over his face and he gives Steve an exaggerated once over.

“Looking to find your true love huh, Harrington?”

“I thought you said it was the person you spend your life with, not the same as true love necessarily.” Steve quips back because technicalities are easier to argue over than answering that question, especially when Eddie is the one asking.

Eddie shrugs. “Different sources say different things, sometimes it’s true love sometimes it’s who you marry.”

“Well, then I guess we’re both looking to find our true loves?” Steve hedges, drags Eddie down with him if they’re gonna go there.

A soft look passes Eddie’s face before a responds, voice quieter. “Guess we are, yeah.”

They pick their flowers in silence, something about the magic being broken if you speak. Walking around the edge of the woods behind Eddie’s trailer a couple of feet apart, every once in a while coming together or crossing paths.

After, Steve stands in between Eddie’s trailer and his own car. Holding on to his bouquet of seven flowers unsure what to do. He could go home, he should go home, but he doesn’t want to. He did have some beers hours ago and if he was allowed to speak he’d use that as an excuse to not drive and ask Eddie to crash on his couch. Right now he can’t though so he sighs inwardly and turns to his car.

He makes it about two steps before a hand reaches out and grips him around his free wrist stopping him. When he turns around Eddie is giving him a look that very clearly says ‘stop being stupid’ and jerks his head towards the trailer silently telling Steve to go with him. He doesn’t let go though and uses his grip on Steve to drag him along like he can’t be sure Steve will actually listen and follow. As if Steve would ever not follow Eddie.

They quickly get ready for bed. And again when Steve walks toward the couch Eddie grabs him and shakes his head. He waves his arms around a bit like that’s supposed to explain anything but Steve isn’t too bothered about an explanation anyways and easily follows Eddie to his bedroom.

They’ve shared a bed before but always when they’ve been drunk or high so this feels different. Steve is a little glad they can’t speak or he’s sure he’d blurt out something way too revealing about it all.

He avoids looking at Eddie as he tucks his flowers in under his pillow, knows Eddie is doing the same next to him. Is aware of it only being an old myth from a region halfway across the world but there’s a weight to it. Something real and tangible.

He expects it to take a while for him to fall asleep like it always does. For him to twist and turn and lay awake until the early morning. For once though, that doesn’t happen. With the weight of Eddie next to him and to the sounds of his soft breathing and small movements, Steve falls asleep.

And he dreams. He dreams of big brown eyes and bright laughter. Of wild hair and warm arms embracing him. He dreams of growing old next to someone and how every wrinkle on their face tells a story of their shared love.

He wants to stay in the dream forever, desperately tries to hold onto it even as he floats into consciousness. He turns and groans, gets a mess of someone’s hair in his mouth and nose and that’s enough to startle him into full wakefulness.

Eddie grumbles next to him, clearly also just waking up. Steve looks at him, with his wild hair and his big brown eyes that are slowly blinking open and of course. Of course, it was Eddie he dreamed about.

Their eyes meet and Eddie freezes. Eyes widening as he looks back at Steve.

“Oh,” he says.

And yeah, oh.

“Eddie?” Steve asks, unsure of how to bring it up, to ask about it. If he even should?

He puts on a teasing smile, even though he feels like goo inside, but making it lighthearted is all he can think of because what if he’s taking this whole thing way too seriously? Jumping to conclusions?

“Dream of anyone?”

Eddie nods and looks away, “I did.” He says it simply, voice careful.

And maybe it isn’t just Steve.

“Who?” He asks, dropping the teasing tone.

Eddie swallows and looks back at Steve. “The person I wanted to dream of,” he says and it’s not really an answer but he’s looking at Steve so intently he thinks it still might be.

He thinks about Eddie’s quiet but delighted surprise at Steve wanting to join him yesterday. About Eddie dragging him first into his trailer and then into his bed. How they’re so close on Steve’s side of the bed and Eddie must have drifted towards him in his sleep.

He bites his lip to stop his smile from spreading too wide, there’s still a chance he’s misinterpreting things, “yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“And who would that be?” Steve asks, leaning in even closer until he feels Eddie’s small puffs of breath across his face.

“You,” Eddie whispers but Steve hears it clearly.

He takes a moment to bask in it, to let it wash over him before he responds.

“That’s good,” Steve tells him eventually and Eddie’s eyes are so wide and open, and so pretty, “because I dreamt of you.”

He knows it’s cheesy so he doesn’t give Eddie time to respond, just leans in and closes the remaining gap between them. Slots their lips together. Eddie gasps into the kiss, grabs Steve by the hair, and pulls him in. Makes all these cute noises that make Steve want and want and want.

He shifts, goes to put his leg in between Eddie’s to move on top of him and get a better angle. But he only gets halfway before Eddie grabs his hips and twists them around. Pushes Steve flat on his back and straddles him.

He grins down at Steve.

“You think the Scandinavian magic worked or was it just dream psychology and wishful thinking?”

“Does it matter?” Steve asks, way too earnestly. But like, they’ve just spent this whole time doing some true love magic so he thinks it’s fine, “got what I wanted.”

“It’s forever though,” Eddie points out, bending down to bite at Steve’s jaw, “if we believe the old Norse people.”

Steve hears the question there, thinks this might be Eddie’s way of asking what this means to Steve. His way of telling Steve this isn’t just a hookup for him.

“God yeah,” Steve exhales, “I fucking hope so.”

He feels Eddie smile into his neck and grabs his hair, uses it to pull him back and steer him into another kiss.

#listen I wrote this today while actively celebrating midsummer during any break i had so lets just hope it makes sense and isn't riddled #with mistakes but if it is i can only apologize...#literally me with anything ever 'but what if it was steddie tho?' like damn del calm down #posting this after midnight tho so just shhh about it okay? ive been busy busy #me: ill work on my wips #also me immediately: *writes something else*#but it was for the occasion so #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dels steddie thoughts #my writing #stranger things #steddie fic

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