where the heart is
Rating: T | WC: 11K | Steve/Eddie
For everyone who's followed my wip weekends, the wip once known as 'steddie dream house' has now been finished. Hope you enjoy!
“If you could build your dream house, what would it look like?” Eddie said, voice muffled from where it was pressed into the cushions of the Munson’s worn (but incredibly comfortable) couch. He had stretched over the whole thing like a lazy cat in a patch of sun; arm dangling off the side, hand loosely gripping the remote, feet resting in Steve’s lap. They had spent the whole afternoon like this, lazily wasting away time in Eddie’s trailer, enjoying each other’s company and doing not much at all.
Steve looked up from the magazine he had been absently flicking through to glance over at Eddie, to find he had stopped aimlessly flicking through channels and landed on some home renovation show. The volume was down low, but Steve could some blonde couple talking to some stocky builder type, discussing the 70’s conversation pit in some house they were looking to renovate.
“Why’d you ask?” Steve replied, putting down his magazine and resting his wrists on Eddie’s ankles, not bothering to keep place in the magazine he had been flicking through. He hadn’t really been paying all that much attention to it. “Finally planning on spending all that Government hush money?”
“Oh you know it, Sunshine,” Eddie said, smiling over at him and bringing his arm up so he could rest his head on his hand. “All that talk about conformity and oppression was all total lies. I love secret agents, shady Government agencies trying to pay me off, and I go to sleep every night dreaming about sucking Reagan’s dick.”
“Well we all know how much you love Reagan.” Steve snorted, slowly rubbing circles with his thumb on the patch of bare skin between Eddie’s sweats and his socked feet. “Seriously though, what bought this on?”
“This show has reruns on all the time. And there’s always a couple, or a family, or someone looking to build their ‘dream home’.” Eddie says softly, gesturing at the screen with the remote still in his hand. He looks over at the TV, and then back at Steve. “And it makes me think about your parent’s posh nightmare of a house. With it’s unused three car garage, big empty living room, and bedrooms with the ugliest plaid wallpaper I’ve ever seen.”
“Hey,” Steve protests, not really meaning it.
“And I just,” Eddie starts up again. “I wonder what your house would look like if you actually got to choose what was in it.”
Steve goes quiet. It wasn’t something he let himself think about with too much effort - his parents house - because his mother would have a conniption if he even suggested changing anything. All the furniture was carefully chosen from the latest collections, taken from catalogues and various interior designers she loved to talk about. There was a painting in the living room that was worth more than his car.
His own room wasn’t even safe. All of his things that his father deemed ‘inappropriate’ or his mother said ‘clashed with the design’ were tucked away in drawers, and boxes under his bed. Carefully hidden in the back of his closet. His father nodded approvingly when Steve displayed all his awards and medals, the baseball he got signed when he went to a Cubs game when he was a kid, a book about basketball he had never read. The ‘appropriate’ things’. His mother would just barge into his room in a whirlwind of perfume and designer clothes, and announce she had bought a lamp or a vase he was to display in his room.
Everything was decided for him. Harrington’s deserved the best, and they wouldn’t stoop for anything less.
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thinking about how kim dokja thinks he's alone in the world and there is no one in the world who understands him or can possibly understand him.
but. there yoo sangah is. yoo sangah who discusses literature with him. yoo sangah who understands kim dokja bc she is very perceptive about people and very empathetic and also bc they have the kind of friendship where words aren't needed. yoo sangah who read every book in the library about kim dokja bc she was genuinely interested in her friend's life and bc she wanted to understand him. yoo sangah who figured out it was 49 and not real kdj and figured out what he did but didn't say a word bc she understood and respected his decision even though she wanted her friend back more than anything.
yoo sangah who witnessed his mundanity and monstrosity both, and loved him either way. loves him despite every irredeemable quality he thinks he has. yoo sangah who wants to be his best friend in every lifetime and live together right next to each other. yoo sangah, his best friend who understands him without words.
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A lot of the time when people bring up Bart Allen as being super autistic coded, they're bringing it up in conjuction with the rest of YJ (which, yes, I love autistic friendship) but sometimes I just wanna talk about Bart Allen.
I wanna talk about the kid who doesn't understand he's getting bullied and managed to be friends with everyone because of it. I wanna talk about the kid who is so bad at holding a conversation everyone thinks he's some sort of brooding asshole. I wanna talk about the kid who KNOWS that the older, more popular kids talk to him and dare him to do stupid stuff because "of course Bart will do it" and does it anyway because he likes making people laugh. I wanna talk about the kid who knows he's doing something wrong socially but he doesn't know what and wants nothing more than to fix it. I wanna talk about the kid who knows he's different but still thinks the rest of the world is the problem. I wanna talk about the kid who's so smart and so brave but everyone only sees him as some mess-up idiot. I wanna talk about the emotional kid who got bullied for being robotic and unemotional because allistic people can't grasp what his world looks like. I wanna talk about the kid who wouldn't know sarcasm from truth. I wanna talk about the kid who's low-empathy but does everything he can to be compassionate. I wanna talk about the kid who's surrounded by people, but still feels so alone because no one else understands his world.
Sometimes I just wanna talk about Bart Allen.
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I didn't have HBO Portugal being a destiel shipper on my 2024 bingo but here we are
Caption translation: "#Destiel fans, raise your hand. ✋"
And it's the clip from fanfiction when they talk about exploring the nature of Destiel in act II.
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