Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen
I was lucky enough to beta this amazing story written by a great friend as a gift for another. its 26,000 words of sap and delight, and I think you should all go enjoy it too.
summary:
There’s a huge cardboard box on the coffee table, with an envelope propped up in front of it.
He slips his finger under the flap and pulls it open. There are 2 sheets of paper folded inside.
By the end, Eddie is biting his lip, his heart thumping erratically in his ears. He allows himself a moment of just… staring. Coils a strand of hair around and around and around his finger as he takes in an entire box filled with Steve’s love.
OR
Eddie is facing the run up to the most romantic time of year (which also happens to be his and Steve's anniversary) alone. Or at least, as alone as you can be when your husband is on another continent.
Turns out, though, that Steve has arranged a series of surprises. Fourteen of them, in fact; one for each day up to and including Valentine's Day.
I was lucky enough to beta this amazing story written by a great friend as a gift for another. its 26,000 words of sap and delight, and I think you should all go enjoy it too.
summary:
There’s a huge cardboard box on the coffee table, with an envelope propped up in front of it.
He slips his finger under the flap and pulls it open. There are 2 sheets of paper folded inside.
By the end, Eddie is biting his lip, his heart thumping erratically in his ears. He allows himself a moment of just… staring. Coils a strand of hair around and around and around his finger as he takes in an entire box filled with Steve’s love.
OR
Eddie is facing the run up to the most romantic time of year (which also happens to be his and Steve's anniversary) alone. Or at least, as alone as you can be when your husband is on another continent.
Turns out, though, that Steve has arranged a series of surprises. Fourteen of them, in fact; one for each day up to and including Valentine's Day.
the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????
i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.
so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.
He doesn’t even know the other guy’s name.
Eddie sits at a small, round table fit for two in the local coffee shop, idly sipping his java chip frappe as he waits for the latest in a long string of recent, terrible blind dates orchestrated by Chrissy. For someone who claims to be his best friend, Chrissy sure does seem to enjoy his constant suffering. She must— why else would she practically pry him out of his studio apartment this afternoon herself to make sure that he went on this date?
A date for whom he doesn’t even have a fucking name. Chrissy had grinned like a Cheshire Cat when he’d asked, her reply ominous and terrifying:
“You’ll know him when you see him. Trust me.”
All he’d wanted was a quick coffee date: just something to appease his best friend that he can wrap up early enough to still have the rest of the day to himself. Call him a cynical fatalist, but the parade of absolute duds have left him feeling a bit more jaded lately. And the one person he is interested in is—
Well, it doesn’t matter. All that matters right now is getting through another blind date, assuming that they show up.
It's not looking great.
read the rest of cassette tapes and ticket stubs here on ao3!
-> playlist!
a special surprise for @stevespookington! for all that you do and how amazing a friend you are! and thank you to @hexiewrites for the beta-read!
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happy valentines day, @oriarts! thank you for always being in my corner. your prompt wormed its way into my brain (lol), and this is the result. i hope you love it. <3
the fic || steve's side || eddie's side
Eddie meets his soulmate the first day of sophomore year. It takes him seven years—following the trail of song snippets that get stuck in his soulmate’s head—to figure out who it is.
Unfortunately, it’s not even a cool song that finally does it.
It's fucking LAST CHRISTMAS, by WHAM.
10k. 1/1. rated T (for canon-typical depictions of violence).