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softly-potter · 4 months

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A Nun and a Girl

Summary: Weiss is to be a nun, and of course thats who Ruby falls for; someone who's already spoken for.

Inspired by the season two finale of Fleabag

Pairing: Ruby X Weiss

Word Count: 1,853

Warning: religious talk

It’s cold at the train station, and Ruby knew she should’ve worn something else, something other than her ‘too short slut dress’ as her sister liked to call it.

Tugging at the hem, she splays out her fingers, watching as the bones and muscles flex beneath her skin. Her attention perks when she hears footsteps, and she breaks her gaze away from her hands and turns to face the woman walking towards her.

Ruby smiles, removes her fingers from her lap and begins to pick at a nail. The smile feels too large, showing too many teeth, and she tries to soften her expression.

“You nailed it,” she giggles and Weiss smiles, nodding as she sits down beside her.

Crossing at the ankles, Weiss doesn’t respond, instead cranes her neck to the computerized screen that dictates the bus schedule, and Ruby follows suit.

The sign displays a forty-six minute wait and Weiss groans dramatically. “They always lie, it’ll magically appear in a moment.” Weiss says as she looks up and down the street, waving her hand gently at the screen, as if to dismiss its falsehood, and Ruby nods.

“They're really into each other, Taiyang and Raven,” Weiss continues, not meeting Ruby's eyes, and Ruby agrees, talking over her slightly. “Oh yeah, its brutal honestly. They really pulled it off.”

Weiss chuckles, nodding. Her hair is braided tightly, the white and silver locks intertwined and Ruby roos the day that Weiss’s hair will be permanently covered with a boring habit. Now, her hair is still technically 'free', but Ruby can see the change. When they had met, Weiss used to wear it in a high ponytail, delicate pieces framing her face. Months later the style had grown tighter and more intentionally hidden, as if any braid or smock can disguise how beautiful she is.

Habit or no habit, Ruby would always find her beautiful.

“How is your sister, by the way?” Weiss asks, her fingers laced with one another. “She seemed a little upset. On edge.”

“She um, oh you know, a work thing.” Ruby said dismissively.

“Oh. She’s…dedicated.”

“Dedicated.” Ruby chuckle's, and she isn’t sure why Weiss makes her so incredibly nervous that she laughs like that at inappropriate times.

Weiss laughs too, but it's thin, nearly pained. Ruby looks at her, silently begging that Weiss will turn and look at her too.

And then she does.

Slowly, her eyes like liquid pearls, Weiss turns her head, smiling softly. Ruby smiles too, holds her gaze, and they’re both silent.

They’re both thinking it, Ruby is sure of it. They’re thinking how not more than a day ago Weiss showed up to her doorstep tipsy, her hair loose, lips slippery from drinking, and demanded that she and Ruby never have sex.

“I've sacrificed a lot…for this life,” Weiss said slowly, her eyes big. “You know? I’ve given up a lot.”

The bell rung, and Ruby ignored it, her eyes trained on the girl in front of her, trying not to think about how all she has under her coat was lingerie, about how she hadn’t been expecting this, about how she wanted nothing more than to show Weiss that she gets it, that she’s given up a lot too.

“I can't be physical. With you.” Weiss said. Ruby had smiled, that awkward pull of her mouth, and of course said something stupid.

“What, we can’t even wrestle?” She joked, and to her relief Weiss did too. She rolled her eyes, let out an airy giggle. “Nuns have sex you know, a lot of them actually do. They don’t…burst into flames!”

Weiss laughed again, and clenched her hands together. “I can't have sex with you because I’ll fall in love with you.” She said quietly, the smile still on her face but strained. “And…if I fall in love with you I won’t burst into flames but, my life would be fucked.”

Ruby stared, her jaw had felt lose and her skin prickled. Weiss had definitely been a little drunk, but not drunk enough to stop her words.

“You know I don’t think you want to be told what to do at all,” Weiss challenged, eyes glassy. “I think you know exactly what you want to do, if you really wanted to be told what to do you’d be in my covenant.”

“I wouldn’t, actually, as I’m not cathol-“ Ruby tried but Weiss had cut her off. “Oh fuck off I know that!”

Her outburst had been loud, the sound of her voice bouncing off of the walls of Ruby's tiny apartment and she breathed hard. She’d looked pale, paler than normal, and her expression looked nothing short of wrecked.

“We’re going to have sex, aren’t we?” Weiss said quietly. Ruby chewed her lip, trying to balance her emotions. She nodded.

“Yeah.” She said, trying her hardest to keep her eyes on the girl across from her.

Weiss nodded. “Okay.”

Ruby didn’t regret it. She was pretty sure it was the best sex of her life. Now she knew what people meant when they said ‘sex with someone you love is magical’.

Sitting beside her on that train bench, she halfheartedly wondered if Weiss regretted it, regretted her, the things they did. Did Weiss regret pushing Ruby against the wall of the church only an hour ago, and plunging her tongue inside her mouth while guests of her sister's wedding were talking on the other side?

“I best get back,” Weiss said, her blue dress uniform swishing around her hips, and Ruby had nodded. “Still…loads to do before the wedding begins.”

Weiss turned, her shoulder brushing against Ruby's chest and she barely had time to register before her back had been pressed against the brick of the church, Weiss’s mouth on hers. Her fingers were chilled, cupping Ruby's face in one hand and the other on her hip, gripping the fabric.

The kiss was all tongue and teeth and lipstick, Weiss’s movements messing up the rouge that stained Ruby's mouth.

“Oh my god,” Ruby laughed, her skin prickling as Weiss’s thumb ran on her lower cheek. “You have lipstick all over you.”

“Oh fuck,” Weiss swore, immediately tried to wipe the color away from her skin. “Can’t have that…oh god. I don’t, I don’t…know what this feeling is.”

Ruby wiped some lipstick from Weiss’s chin, giggling again. They were so close, and Ruby wanted to taste her mint gum again. “Is it God or is it me?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know.” Weiss murmmered, her eyes dropping to Ruby's mouth again. “I don’t know.”

Ruby knew she was staring but she couldn’t help it. To her astonishment, Weiss was staring back, still smiling, still watching Ruby's movements.

“It’s God isn’t it.” Ruby says quietly. She says it as a question, even though she doesn’t need the answer. She already knows.

Weiss doesn’t give any thought away on her face. She blinks, watching Rubys face.

“Yeah.” She replies with a gentle nod.

Ruby lets out a soft breath, feels her cheeks ache from the smile she’s trying to hold up, and nods as well, holding eye contact. It isn’t until she can see the slight glisten in Weiss’s eyes that she turns away, nods her head heavily. “Damn.”

Weiss laughs, presses her tongue into the side of her cheek.

Ruby looks out to the street, wishing the asphalt would open up and swallow her. She contemplates her next words carefully, knowing once they’re said that she might live to regret them.

But this is Weiss.

She could never regret anything about her, no matter how much it hurt.

“You know the worst thing is,” Ruby says, turning to her again. A tear has fallen down the side of Weiss’s face, and Ruby watches its slow descent. “Is that I fucking love you.”

Weiss sniffs, the corners of her mouth twitching as if preparing to laugh at a joke, waiting for the punch line.

“I love you.” Ruby says again, softer this time, can feel the lump in her throat growing. Weiss nods, blinks, wipes at the tear. She opens her mouth to say something but Ruby shakes her head. “No, don’t…don’t. Let’s just leave that out there, all on its own.”

Weiss nods again, bites her lip as she digests the words. Ruby smiles, if anything to comfort the other girl.

“I love you.”

Their shoulders brush, and Weiss puts out her hand, placing it atop Rubys before interlacing their fingers. She stares at their joined fingers, as if scared to meet Rubys eyes. Her digits squeeze, the skin cold, and Ruby looks intently at Weiss’s nailbeds, hoping to commit their shape to memory.

Weiss looks up, her eyes still wet but they’re brighter, and it makes Ruby feel a sense of relief. Weiss shakes her head once, twice, a small smile pulling at her mouth.

“It’ll pass.”

She’s nodding, still trying to smile, as if her words didn’t ice Rubys heart. As if hearing it didn’t condemn the idea of love and a future, didn’t change the trajectory of Rubys life.

She feels her face shift, and the smile that was hurting to keep finally slipped. Her brows furrow, and she chews on the edge of her lip, smearing lipstick on her teeth. Its sticky, tacky, but she cant find herself to care.

They both stare down at their entertained hands, and its all too much.

“I don’t think that train is coming,” Ruby says thinly and Weiss shakes her head.

“I’ll walk,'' Weiss replies, patting Rubys knee and smiling, but it doesn’t meet her eyes. She stands, pats down her skirt as she takes a few steps. Turning, she clasps her hands together, and Ruby nibbles at her lip again. “So…see you sunday?”

Ruby laughs, the sound hallow and Weiss grins. “I’m joking, you’re never allowed in Father Qrows church again.”

Ruby grins, laughing softly, and tries turning her head away from Weiss but she just can’t, so she nods.

Weiss’s tongue juts out from between her lips and she nods to herself. “I love you too.”

The tears are swimming in her eyes before she even registers it, and Ruby nods, feeling her face crumble. Weiss looks down at her shoes, hands clasped so tightly the knuckles are white, and then she looks up, and gives Ruby a small wave.

Ruby smiles, and places a hand on her chest as she watches Weiss’s retreating figure, until she’s a blur in the night air.

She lets out a shaky breath, clutching at the fabric of her top, before looking up to the computerized sign and finding that the train has been canceled.

Ruby swears under her breath, coughs and rubs at her sternum. She begins to uncross her legs, when she hears a slight russell, and she bends, looking towards the right.

A small orange fox with needy eyes looks up at her, its snout wet. She would laugh at it all if she weren’t so distraught.

“She went that way.” Ruby whispers, pointing to the right. The fox blinks, then bows its head as it walks slowly in the wake of Weiss’s tracks.

#rwby #whiterose #ruby x weiss #fleabag au #fleabag priest

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death-painted · 4 months

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listen I need to know if anyone has written a satosugu fleabag au…

#someone drew geto as a priest #and now I can’t get it out of my head #satosugu #fleabag au

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butchdiaz · 8 months

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wip wednesday

tagged by @alyxmastershipper @anxieteandbiscuits @bucks118 thank u lovelies!!!!! finally reopened fleabag au on the planee and wrote two whole scenes so. enjoy! (everything is tagged fleabag au if u wanna catch up)

Buck clears his throat. “New sermon?” “No, no, no, no,” Eddie snatches the notebook out of his hands before Buck can get a good look at it, “That’s uh—” His cheeks flood with pink and Buck raises his eyebrows, incredibly intrigued. He doesn’t think he would be surprised if Eddie said he writes porn in his spare time. The man is a deep well of confusing mysteries. Eddie must see the challenge in his eyes, because he sighs, resigned. “I write restaurant reviews?” he says, cringing at himself, “for the parish newsletter.” “Oh if that’s all,” Buck jokes, “I thought it was some very unholy gay smut or something.” Eddie chokes on his sip of beer, letting out a strangled laugh. His whole face is red now. Interesting. “No, it’s—I was just finishing this one up. My—I just came up with a really good title for it actually.” Buck narrows his eyes at the slip up. My…wife? My partner? But priests can’t be married, right? My grandma? Please let it be his grandma. “What is it?” Buck asks. “No,” Eddie slowly shakes his head, clutching the book closer to him. Buck narrows his eyes at him. “Come on.” “It’s not cool.” “Neither are we.” Eddie closes his eyes like he’s about to confess a mortifying secret. “I’d spend forty days and forty nights in that dessert.” Buck just stares at him. Eddie stares back. “Told you it wasn’t cool.” Buck laughs, “Well at least you’re pretty,” he says, and it has the desired effect of making that beautiful shade of pink rush back into Eddie’s cheeks. “Shit,” Eddie says suddenly, eyes catching on the clock on the wall, “I have to go.” He takes one last hurried sip of his beer and grabs his jacket from a hook on the wall. “Feel free to hang out, finish your beer, um…” he trails off, one arm in his jacket sleeve, one hand on the doorknob. “See you tomorrow?” Buck finishes. Eddie’s eyebrows scrunch in that infuriatingly cute way again. “Tomorrow?” He asks. “For the garden party fundraiser thing?” Buck says slowly. “Oh,” Eddie blinks, “You were serious about that?” “Yeah,” Buck shrugs, “‘Course.” “Cool,” Eddie says slowly, the corners of his mouth twitching, “You can come around three.” “Cool.” Buck says. Eddie just stares at him for one more beat, something inscrutable in his brown eyes, and then he turns and shuts the door behind him, leaving Buck with a picture of Jesus on the ground, a half-finished beer and a million unholy thoughts about a goddamn priest.

i know wednesday is almost over but tagging @911onabc @diazass @buck2eddie if u wanna share anything <3

#i don't know how i feel abt this cause my brain was kinda melting on the plane but ehh #shes sitting pretty at 10k now and we have barely scratched the surface oh man oh man #fleabag au #tag games #my fic

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1386 · 1 month

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#this is my roman empire as the kids say #1343 #.art #fleabag au

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manofbeskar · 1 year

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Fleabag AU

#dincobb #my art #din djarin #cobb vanth #fleabag au #marshmando #din x cobb #marshalorian

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ominousflags · 23 days

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first bus stop breakup scene: fleabag au

This is the first attempt I've been able to make on this WIP in about a month. I really want to finish the chapter before I go back to work in a week and a half but who knows!!!

From Chapter 5:

“You can’t just cancel a wedding,” he began. Aziraphale sighed.

“I don’t have a choice.”

“But you have the dress,” Crowley joked weakly, and Aziraphale paused, and then laughed breathlessly. He laughed, and buried his face in his hands, and turned until his back fell against the brick separating the meticulously kept front gardens from the street. His laughter turned to broken gasps.

“I can’t—I can’t—”

“Listen,” Crowley said, a bit desperately, leaning against the wall beside him. “Please listen to what I have to say—”

“No, no, I don’t—I don’t want to hear what you have to say!”

Crowley closed his mouth, pursing his lips in frustration. He glanced up at the sky. It was cloudy enough, so he reached up with one hand to remove his second-favourite pair of sunglasses. Aziraphale watched him warily, eyes drifting from his eyes to his lips and down his neck. He let the mix of feeling show on his face; made Aziraphale confront it in the gray-tinged daylight. They faced each other in silence until Aziraphale broke it.

“Please don’t come to the church again,” he intoned, voice heavy and hollow. Crowley swallowed, shame winning out over every other emotion. It burned through his chest into his throat and pricked at the backs of his eyes and he nodded thickly, slotting his glasses back in place. Aziraphale reached out then, trembling hand brushing briefly over Crowley’s arm. “I mean that,” he said, and a ghost-smile haunted his lips, “with the greatest of compliments.” And before Crowley could do or say or think anything else, he tore his gaze away from Crowley’s and walked abruptly away.

It was all Crowley could do not to slump prone to the concrete.

#good omens #aziracrow #gomens fic #fleabag au #ineffable husbands

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rosefuckinggenius · 3 months

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Potete trovare “Perdonami, Padre, perché ho peccato” su Ao3 ❤️‍🔥

Fatemi sapere cosa ne pensate!

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the-best-kung-fu · 10 months

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This is a love story.

(Idk why this crossover idea pop in my head, but I had to do it! Fleabag is a favorite of mine and I can’t stop imagine Hot Priest Jotaro and Fleabag Nori)

#jotakak #fleabag au #jjba fanart #alternative universe #jojos bizzare adventure #my art

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mosylufanfic · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso, Chirrut Îmwe/Baze Malbus, (mentioned) - Relationship Characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso Additional Tags: Fleabag AU, Fleabag - Freeform, Fleabag/The Priest, Fleabag/The Priest a year later (after the wedding), Mutual Pining, Pining Cassian Andor, Pining Jyn Erso, Angst, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Fleabag (TV) Fusion, I do not consent to having my fic uploaded to AI generators or apps Summary:

He’d said, “It’ll pass,” like it was a kidney stone, or a bad headache, or a tailgating car on the highway.

|| Very, very loose Fleabag AU, set a year after the S2 finale. ||

from @moprocrastinates

#Cassian Andor #Jyn Erso #rebelcaptain #fanfiction #recs #moprocrastinates #fleabag AU #kinda #ahhh Cassian coming back to her #*weeping copiously*#star wars #search your feelings you know it to be queue

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dykefever · 1 year

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this fic has just been an elaborate ruse to write sirius comparing remus to a raphael tapestry like an insane person while claire de lune plays <3

#here is another snippet i guess!!!!#fleabag au #working title is currently under a lilac tree #it is subject to change im workshopping some things x #laura writes

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wolfstarhaven · 1 year

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take a shot of holy water

by pinkpalaceapartments (73k)

a year after cutting ties with his family and taking steps to improve his life after coming to terms with his role in the tragic death of his best friend, sirius black reconnects with his past at an engagement dinner for a friend he thought he’d lost and the family he’d left behind. there he meets a priest named remus lupin, who is about to change the course of his life forever.

or, a fleabag series 2 au

General themes/feeling: Fleabag!au; Priest!remus; fleabag!sirius; Catholicism; strangers to lovers; Self-hatred; self-acceptance; implied child abuse; background jily; happy ending.

I almost didn’t read this, because I usually avoid fics that I believe to have unhappy endings (and if you’ve watched Fleabag season 2, then you know it’s not the happiest of endings…). But HOLY MOTHER OF GOD (hehe) am I happy I read this fic. I thought my heart would be broken, but it wasn’t. This is definitely one of my best reads in a looong time!

I think you could read and really enjoy this without watching fleabag—so go read this even if you haven’t. But if you have watched fleabag AND like wolfstar, then you HAVE to read this. It’s the law—I don’t make the rules! This is just such a fucking brilliant au, it’s incredible. It fits so well—even better than I had thought—and it’s done incredibly well.

All the characters are amazing. Amazing! And all their relationships? I cannot; I have no words. Sirius and Remus (duh). Sirius and Lily. And Regulus!!

And Remus. Lovely lovely lovely Remus. Holy hell he made me weak in the knees (the confession scene!! I repeat: the confession scene!!!). He’s perfect. He’s beautiful. I love him.

(And yeah this fic is hot as hell. )

Ok I want to go on and on and on about this fic forever, but I won’t. Just: read this. I promise you, it’s so so worth it!

To give you a taste:

His body was made of stardust as he collided with the moon, who had a calm face and beautiful heart. They melted into one another like it was what they were made to do, and they stayed there forever. The moon and the brightest star became one, and their light was not to be extinguished.

xx Elliot

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #r/s #fleabag #fleabag au #religious themes #modern au

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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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Uh oh, I can't stop thinking about a Steddie Fleabag AU with Fleabag!Eddie and HotPriest!Steve (cw// drug and alcohol abuse, angst, no happy ending)

Like, Eddie's a total mess; drinking too much, high all the time, totally floundering. And the Party and the Corroded Coffin guys, they try to help, but Eddie's too far gone, working hard on alienating all the people who care about him.

On the upswing of his spiral, he reconnects with Steve Harrington, somehow a Catholic priest, which is mind-boggling, but wtf does Eddie know about King Steve post-high school? Or at any time, honestly? They start hanging out, shooting the shit, becoming friends, whatever. Steve is a good listener--maybe it's the priest thing--but he knows just when to push, when to back off, and he makes Eddie feel better. Makes Eddie feel seen in a way he's not sure anyone else ever has. It doesn't take long for Eddie to start having feelings, and if that isn't just the icing on the cake of his shitty existence. Falling for a straight dude who is also a fucking priest? Of all the luck.

Steve comes over after Eddie's had a shitty day. They hangout, put on a movie, have a few beers. It's a normal night, two dudes kicking back, total bros, until Steve tries to kiss him. Eddie is the one to move away, shocking himself. He's never been one to turn down sex, and this time it's with the hottest dude in the known universe? Plus, it does something to Eddie, Steve wanting to break his vows with him, but he doesn't actually want it like this. When they've been drinking, when he's had a bad day, when they're both vulnerable.

He waits a bit before showing up at Steve's church for confession. He knows he shouldn't; it's a stupid idea, but he can't stay away. He enters the booth, knows Steve is on the other side of the thin wood, starts talking. Admits he's doing this all wrong; isn't Catholic, doesn't know the words. Eddie tells all the terrible things he's done that brought him here, to this moment, to Steve. Ends it by sharing that he's falling for a guy he absolutely can't have, but he can't stop wanting.

Steve doesn't respond, and Eddie gets scared, knows he fucked up. But then the screen to the booth is opening, and Steve is there, sinking to his knees at Eddie's feet. They're kissing before Eddie has time to process, and now that it's happening wild horses dragging him away couldn't make him stop kissing Steve Harrington.

Steve takes him to bed, and there's no hesitation, no fear. Instead, Steve looks at Eddie with reverence, adoration, love, and Eddie is so, so fucked. There's no remorse, after. He rests his head on Steve's chest, as the priest explains what lead him from high school lothario to the seminary; all the regret and mistakes and fucked up shit that led Steve to the one place he found unconditional love. Eddie doesn't ask what comes next, for them, but allows himself a sliver of hope.

In the morning, Steve is all business when he tells Eddie he should go, and Eddie does, but leaves his heart crumbled in Steve's gentle hands.

He doesn't seek Steve out for a full week before he finds himself outside the church again. He's too scared to go in, just sits on a wooden bench outside, smoking one of the few cigarettes he allows himself. He takes a drag, closes his eyes, leans his head back, and when he opens them, Steve is taking a seat next to him. They share the cigarette in silence until Eddie says, "I love you."

Steve takes a drag, exhales, says, "It'll pass," with the smallest saddest smile. He lifts the cigarette back to his lips, quiet, but he puts a hand on top of Eddie's, squeezing. They lean into each other's orbit, foreheads almost touching, but then Steve is standing, walking away.

"See you on Sunday?" He quips. "Just kidding, you're never allowed in my church again." His eyes are wet.

Eddie waits for him to walk away, but he doesn't, not at first. He swallows, mouth opening and closing a few times before he says, "I love you too." He gives Eddie one last sad smile, before walking back towards the church.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fleabag #fleabag au #fleabag!eddie #hot priest!steve #mutual pining #angst #no happy ending #it's bittersweet #requited but hopeless love #i love you #it'll pass #eddie is a mess #steve is a catholic priest #i think i have to write an actual fic about this now #ficlet

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