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vampireink · 1 day
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You look like my dreams.
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newrelationshipgoals · 2 months
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A happy relationship is about three things: memories of togetherness, the forgiveness of mistakes and a promise to never give up on each other.
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devilishdelight · 6 months
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I wanna be the reason you slightly tilt your phone away from others when you read it. 😼
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lady-lostmind · 2 months
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Bittersweet
Love is: Missing each other.
a @steddielovemonth prompt Thank you @oh-stars for betaing this!
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Steve hurries in the door, throwing his bag down and rushing to the phone, snatching it off the hook. “Eds?”
Eddie’s voice rings through the line. “Hey, Sweetheart.”
Steve sighs, slumping against the wall, heart still pounding in his chest. “Thought I was going to miss you. I got out later than I thought.” 
Eddie sighs. “You kind of did, baby. I’m sorry. I’ve been calling for like twenty minutes. We have to leave soon. I just…really wanted to hear your voice so I’ve been stalling.”
Steve feels a lump form in his throat and he tries to push back the tears welling in his eyes. “Fuck. Okay, I’m sorry. I uh– fuck.  I miss you.” 
Eddie pulls away from the phone and Steve can hear a muffled argument happening on the other end of the line, probably with one of the guys from the band. Eddie comes back, full volume, and clearly frustrated. “I miss you too, Stevie. I’m sorry, I have to go. I’ll try to call tomorrow, okay?” 
“Okay, I lov–” Steve sighs as the dial tone rings out in his ear, and slumps against the wall. 
He hates this. Hates that he only gets to talk to Eddie for a few minutes every couple of days. Hates that every conversation is rushed. Hates that he feels anxious if he’s out of the house for too long, not knowing when Eddie might get the chance to call. 
He hates that he kind of hates the band. That he hates this tour. Because he’s thrilled for Eddie. He is. He’s so glad that he’s getting to live his dream. That the band got signed. That the tour is almost sold out. He is. Eddie deserves for all his dreams to come through. It’s just– things are moving so fast. And they were just really settling into a life together and now…
Steve just misses him. He misses him so fucking much. Misses coming home to his crazy loud music. Misses falling asleep in his arms. Misses the way he would hop up from whatever he was doing to give Steve a kiss goodbye. He misses him all the time. 
So, yes. He’s so happy for Eddie. And wants nothing more than for this to go well. He hopes he’s having the time of his life. It just also…really sucks.
Eddie shoves Gareth who just hung up on Steve, and tries to grab the phone back from him. “What the fuck, man. He’s going to think I hung up on him!”
Gareth rolls his eyes, holding the phone out of Eddie’s reach. “We’ve been waiting on you for like half an hour, man!”
Terry sticks his head out of the bus. “LET’S GET A FUCKING MOVE ON!”
Eddie sighs, dropping his hold on Gareth and rolling his eyes at him when he just stares at him, waiting to make sure he’s actually heading back. Eddie turns around and jogs over to the bus, hoping they make a pit stop early tomorrow before Steve heads to work. 
No one ever tells you that having all your dreams com true is going to like, kind of fuck up anything good you already had going on in your life. And Eddie had it fucking made, okay? He landed Steve Harrington. Steve motherfucking Harrington. And this tour is fucking it up. 
Sure, it’s fucking amazing. It’s everything he ever dreamed it would be. Playing to thousands of people a night, hearing them scream the lyrics to his songs back at him. Getting to do the whole rockstar thing. Which, okay. That’s maybe being a little generous still. They’re not playing sold out stadiums or anything. They’re not fucking Metallica. But like, they have fans. They’re selling out venues. Sure, small ones. But a sold out show is a fucking sold out show. And they’re making like, actual real money. Eddie can say that he is a professional musician. Because he is currently supporting himself with his music. And that shit is cool, okay. He is goddamn ecstatic about that shit. 
But he misses Steve. A lot. And he hates that he can hear the hurt in his voice every time they talk. He would never tell Eddie. But he can tell. That this is fucking killing him. And he’s not doing so hot himself. Turns out you get used to it when a pretty boy is constantly smiling at you and giving you kisses when you walk by. He’s in fucking withdrawl, okay? Plus like…he was getting laid. Like, regularly. That’s not something he ever thought he’d have. He misses snuggling up to Steve at night, their hands wandering, and getting to hear Steve’s voice turn all breathy. 
And it’s not just the sex. He misses the sex, okay? He’s only human. But he misses Steve. He misses their shitty little apartment. He misses going to pick him up from work and take him to dinner. He misses the way Steve hums in the shower. He misses when he gets all sleepy when they watch a movie on the couch, clearly dozing against Eddie’s chest but insisting that he’s still watching. He misses the way he lights up when Eddie walks in the door, going all puppy eyes and smiles. 
So, yeah. He gets to be a rockstar. But he misses his fucking boyfriend. 
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poetrybyonur · 9 months
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It’s all about soul connection, not physical proximity.
This is a caption from a piece I posted a few weeks ago.
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handsomebutch · 6 days
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I want to hold her hand.
Want to bring it to my lips and press little kisses to each knuckle, distracting her from grocery shopping to smile up at me.
She’d get up on her tip toes to reach and give me a soft kiss. She’d giggle, free hand reaching up to wipe her lipstick off my lips and I’d kiss her fingertips, giggling with her.
Then I’d stop, take a moment to breathe all of her in and wonder how someone can look so pretty under grocery store lighting and god I’m so lucky.
She taps me on the nose, smirking because she knows I’ve wondered off thinking about her and she pecks me on the lips, reminding me she’s right there.
We’re together now, no more miles or ocean between us, and no more need to daydream.
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poemsonmars · 1 month
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you're sleeping right now
and all i can think about
is how much i miss you.
how i miss you when you're gone,
or when you're busy,
or when you're right next to me,
with your hands in mine
and my attention, as undivided
as my brain will allow it to be.
even when we have spent
the entire weekend together,
i miss you the moment
that i drop you off at home.
my bones ache when i have to
pull away from your driveway
and the only way to drown out
the ringing in my ears
is by playing your favorite songs
as loudly as my car will allow.
i feel it in my entire body.
it's like a homesickness.
i miss you every second
of every minute
of every hour that we're apart.
i miss you everyday
that i have to come home
to somewhere that isn't you.
-mars
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she-said-hello · 2 months
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if you get to physically be with your significant other and touch them and kiss them and love them in person, please don't take it for granted. there is nothing i want more than to hold her.
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spuds-and-roo · 2 years
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I love you every second of everyday
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goshyesvintageads · 3 months
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American Telephone & Telegraph Co, 1937
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this-evergreen-love · 4 months
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newrelationshipgoals · 2 months
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Someone being patient with you is one of the purest forms of love.
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devilishdelight · 6 months
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The best feeling is when you're able to say
"yeah, she's my girlfriend."
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by-write-speak · 3 days
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