#day seven

[umweiss]

☾ touch starved 𖤓

Thank you to everyone who liked my last post. I sat staring at this piece for so long and I'm still unsure about it, but I hope you like it. ♡

#zutara month 2023 #day seven #touch starved #avatar the last airbender #atla #fanart #zutara

[ivelovedhimthroughworse]

Inktober 2023

Day 7 - Drip

"I did get this, though, on the way." He holds up a radio. "Waterproof." "No shhuchh thing," she drips. "Well, water-resistant," he says, dropping it in. The water gushes up to catch it. "I'll be back when I can to change the batteries." "Thankshhhep. You'rre a good frriend."

Wayward Son, Chapter 40, Rainbow Rowell.

I love Blue's dialogue tag.

And I hope that that radio survived in the water.

#inktober 2023 #inktober #my art #wayward son #rainbow rowell #shepard love #blue #the avatar of the Colorado river? or all rivers in North America? #who likes western novels #:) #day seven #drip

[feferi-daily]

Day seven!!!!

) (anging out wit) ( my frond -Eridan! 38)

#feferi daily #day seven #feferi #feferi fanart #feferi peixes #homestuck #homestuck feferi #homestuck fanart #feferi peixes fanart #homestuck eridan #eridan ampora #eridan fanart #eridan ampora fanart

[effulgent-girl]

Jaime & Brienne Week - Day Seven - Which JB moment do you believe is underrated?

#jaime x brienne #jb week #jb week 2023 #jbweek #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #game of thrones #day seven #season 8 #picspam #my edit #effulgentgirl #braime

[starbanmk]

beginnings/ends

—

Ashswagg was a god. He could look anywhere.

The first universe Ash found him in after the eruption, he was a pirate. The feared capitain of a ship, on a mission for power. He kidnapped Ash when they first met, held him hostage under the impression that he was royalty and randsomed him for a price low enough that it was semi-offensive.

Ashswagg didn't belong to his world, though, and soon after Reddoons discovered that, he begrudgingly dropped the ransom and invited him to his crew.

They fell in love. They always did, if they had the time.

But soon enough, Ashswagg was unhappily reminded of soot, pouring from the sky, as cannon balls from another ship left trails of spark and smoke before hitting the hull.

And Ash lost him again.

But he'd always find him again, too.

He was a guitarist, then a superhero. A lawyer, then a siren. An artist. A bartender.

And Ash would always find him, and they'd fall in love, they were supposed to fall in love. But then, with every iteration of Reddoons, he'd get unlucky.

He was hit by a car, killed by a villian. Assassinated, poached. He'd work too much. Smoke too much.

Ashswagg ignored how he was going in circles. He ignored how it was endless, pointless, circular. He always restarted, although it always ended the same way. Ash pretended as if he didnt know these things, as if he didn't know it was futile. Ashswagg was a god. He didn't just not know things. But this whole ordeal, meeting Reddoons, waking back up and seeing the world again. It turned Ashswagg into something he wasn't supposed to be. Ash slipped into it. He didn't have enough care to mind.

Smoke was elusive. It was hard to breathe in, but easily snuffed out. It came, and it went, and it couldn't be held. Ashswagg learned to be held.

Ashswagg was a god—... Ashswagg was a god.

He wasn't the God of Smoke anymore. He was just Ash, finding his way.

And even if they were doomed, Ash found solace in the fleeting moments he would have with Reddoons. He made it all worth it, at the end of it all, or the beginning of another.

When Ash slipped through the cracks of reality, in his limbo, it wasn't endless fog anymore.

Ash was in a field of roses.

And for the rest of time, Ashswagg would wander, picking roses until they wilted in his embrace, or until their thorns pricked his newly-solid hands, his flesh and blood, and he'd be forced to drop the delicate flower, leaving it to rot.

Ashswagg was no longer a god. He would never learn not to pick the flowers.

—

[end]

#rosesandsmokeweek2024 #swagdoons #ashswag #reddoons #lsshipping #lifesteal smp #mcyt #lssmp #rocco writing #day seven #bruhhh this was so much fun *starts bawling* #rocco rosesandsmoke

[hoodies-n-cola]

@eddtober 2023 - Day 7: Beyond

Technically a mashup of the last two prompts, Pre-Legacy Eduardo vs Legacy Eduardo with a joke from Beyond :p

#my art #eddsworld #ew eduardo #eddtober #eddtober 2023 #day seven

[esilher]

« You’ve taking my heart And I’ll give you the rest of me too You’re the perfect man for me I love you I do »

Love You I Do - Jennifer Hudson

#I discovered what it is to be censored by tumblr!! #This must mean something right? #Boys in love #klainevalentines2024 #day seven #klaine #klaine fanart #klaine fan art #Esilher’s drawings

[mdzs-is-rotting-my-brain]

Wangxian mermay 2023

Day VII: The Deep.

"The university must really be hurting for money if they brought him back."

"Who is he?"

"Man you don't know? That's Wei Ying, he was one of the university brightest stars thirteen years ago. Until he had an accident in an HOV and claimed he saw a mermaid of all things! Can you believe it?"

"A mermaid? Is he crazy?"

"A lot of people thought so. His family cut him off, the madam of the estate even kicked him out after he fathered a bastard. Or so I heard."

"I heard he was gambling to pay the bills. Got in too deep and he works for the Mafia now."

"Diedie?"

Wei Ying looked up from locking his cases, smiling at the soft-faced seventeen-year-old in front of him.

"Don't worry about them Yuan-er." He tucked a strand of hair behind Yuan-er's ear. "They're gonna be on the escort ship."

Wei Yuan looked back at the group of men gathered around the fishing vessel. His hands tightening in Wei Ying's jacket sleeve.

"I don't like the smell of them."

Wei Ying laughed, ruffling his son's hair, "They reek don't they?"

He glanced at the crew that would be on the escort boat. They were ragged men, rough from life and the sea. Angry that nothing had gone their way and taking it out on anyone who deviated from the "correct path" of Deep Sea Marine Biology.

More than anyone alive Wei Ying deeply understood the important science behind Deep Sea Ecosystems, and just how much claims of mermaids, especially from such a renowned expert in the field, would reflect on the study. How scientists in other fields even within marine biology, would use one rogue or 'crazy' scientist to siphon money, support, or students away from Deep Sea Research.

Which is why he never repeated what he said in any official documents after his concussion diagnosis. His claims could have been chalked up to a concussed, oxygen deprived mind. Hallucinations, boarding on a full mental breakdown.

It would not be the first time he had seen things and they were claimed to be conjurings of an unfit mind.

But someone had gotten word of what he'd said. Someone important. Someone who other people listened to, and took their gossip as provable fact even without supporting evidence.

In the three months it had taken to get him back to shore, it had spread like wildfire. His career was over, his stipend from the Jiangs was reduced to a trickle, and was cut off before the end of the year. When Yuan-er appeared on the scene, a fat little toddler that someone had snapped a picture of when Wei Ying as he was leaving his apartment, it was all Yu-furen needed to end what little she was giving him anyway. His calls were blocked, his letters were probably destroyed upon arrival. While he never attempted to visit after the disaster of his crumpled reputation, he was sent a strong message to never try.

It had been him and a handful of surviving Wens for ten years. Three years ago they took the journey he had spent Yuan-er's entire life training him for, the fact that the university needed an HOV pilot was just a happy coincidence.

If that meant they had to spend a few weeks around humans that reeled of sour alcohol and cigarettes, it was worth it to get back home.

He shifted his eyes to Yuan-er, taking his hand, he smiled, "Come on, we're almost there."

Keeping Yuan-er's hand in his, he led him up the gangplank to the research ship.

Three weeks later.

The HOV was poised over the dark blue water.

The air smelled of the storm and blood, the deck was streaked with it. Body parts of the crew members were scattered from the command cabin to the gearbox that controlled the HOV's descent.

Wen Qing was going to have a lot to say about this when they finally met up again.

Wei Ying wrapped the burn on his chest as best as he could. The lack of medical supplies should have been a clue that this 'research' was designed to get rid of him.

He knew who was behind it.

It was fine. He didn't need to do anything about them…right now.

He climbed into the HOV cockpit, sealed the hatch, and hit the button to start the drop.

Yuan-er was asleep in the bunk, sung to sleep by Wei Ying's spell when he first smelled the chemicals Wang Liangjiao was planning on using to subdue them.

Shame, really, no one told her that Wei Ying's breed had heightened smell.

He had to keep Yuan-er safe. He had promised, so he couldn't risk attacking her and her screams alerting the crew that something had gone wrong.

He settled for giving her a taste of her own medicine.

Hiding Yuan-er had been his first step. His second was to scuttle the ship. They would all reported lost at sea.

How tragic.

He was sure only a few would mourn him. But no one important, no one that he needed to stay for.

The control arm retracted after the HOV was in the water. He detached the steel cable that would have retracted the HOV back to the surface earlier, while hiding from Wen Zhuliu.

He turned on the engines and pushed the HOV under water.

He discovered the sanctuary of the deep when he was six. Fleeing predators in Yiling, the river running through the town wasn't that deep, but it hid him well enough, and the lake, the dark depths he could dive too, to hunt and hide.

He never should have left.

Never would have met Wen Qing, or Wen Ning or….him.

Golden eyes, stern face staring at him from the end of a crystalline blade, a face as white as jade, lit by the bioluminescence around them, and the shattered HOV lights.

Dark hair against caught on his face from the torrent rivers, his expression softened by the dark clouds above them, and the misty, rainy evening.

The HOV lights caught on a rock face, Wei Ying had drifted lower than was safer, shaking his head, he pulled back on the controls, pulling the HOV up, angling the lights down, searching for the cravice he found the first time.

"Die?"

He smiled over his shoulder at Yuan-er, "Hey baobei, wake up. We're almost there."

Yuan-er slid into the chair, his face looked sickly light by the green lights around him.

"Die. Will…" He pressed his lips together, his eyes wide at the dark ocean ahead of them. Under his jacket, the edge of a white forehead ribbon.

He untied it, holding it between his hands, his thumb running back and forth over the heavy emblem and dangling jewel in the center.

"...Will he want me?"

Wei Ying took his hand without taking his eyes off the view in front of him.

"Yes. He will. He has never expressed his desire for anything else but us."

Yuan-er's shoulders dipped, his back eased, a smile.

"How long until we get there?"

The lights caught the edge of a deep crevice, too narrow for the HOV where they were, Wei Ying angled the HOV along the crevice, following it until it was wide enough for the HOV to pass through.

Technically, they could have just jumped off the side of the ship, but swimming would have taken so long, and he had waited thirteen years already. Raised their child alone, in a hostile world, taken back what had been stolen. Everyone else had already left him, he was tired to stinking of human. He hated the taste of their blood between his teeth. He wanted to be home as fast as possible.

He took one of Yuan-er's hands in his.

"Soon."

The ocean dipped into darkness, cut only by the HOV lamps, skimming across bleached white sand, deep dwelling creatures skimpering out of sight, bones of whales laying scattered across the landscape like morbid waymarkers to find their way back, and eyes at his left, watching them.

Wei Ying jerked his head around, blinking to be sure it wasn't just a figment of his imagination and desire.

It wasn't.

In the deep two golden eyes watched them from between two pillars of rock.

He brought the HOV to a stop, smiling wide as he turned to Yuan-er.

"It's time. Are you ready?"

Yuan-er, staring at the eyes, only nodded. His body was tense again, he kept looking around to see if anyone else was there.

So far it was just the one pair.

"You go first, I want to make sure the Black Box is scuttled."

With effort, Yuan-er pulled his eyes away from the ones outside, meeting Wei Ying's.

He hesitated.

A thousand thoughts, normal ones, even as he'd been told their story. The need for their separation, he still had doubts his father loved him. Even if a painting of a white-tailed "mermaid" handing a child over to a man in black on a rainy night stood prominent in their house. Even if he knew Lan Zhan loathed losing both of them. The doubts were natural, and understandable.

Yuan-er looked down at the ribbon in his hands for a long time, his thumb tracing the embroidery his father had done.

He smiled and held the ribbon out to Wei Ying.

Wei Ying kissed his forehead before he tied the ribbon in place. The blue jewel hanging between his eyes.

"Okay." He stood, giving the last connection to their humanity and life, a last glance.

He stepped into the pressure chamber, keying the long practiced sequence that allowed the internal pressure meet the external without crushing the HOV like a tin can.

Wei Ying turned on all the outdoor lights, flooding the area. He wanted to see the reunion.

The HOV jerked, a muffled thundering sound as water flooded the chamber Yuan-er was in, and the outer hatch released.

A stream of bubbles blew past the window, Lan Zhan was fully in the light now, his long hair drifting like a curtain around his head, his eyes darting between Wei Ying and the hatch. Wei Ying was too far away, but he could easily picture his husband's anxiety, the long awaited day for their return.

Yuan-er, beautiful in his form, Wei Ying's lighter hair tied up with a white ribbon gleaming on his brow. A tail of white scales lined with silver and a faint streak of red at his side, swam past the window, displaying a confidence he hadn't within the HOV, right up to his father, smiling a beautiful winning smile at him.

Lan Zhan pulled Yuan-er into a crushing hug.

Wei Ying didn't linger to watch the reunion. He wanted to be a part of it.

Ducking his head under the control panel, he was unsurprised to find no Black Box. For wanting the location of the Ancestors Home so badly, Wen Chao went about this whole expedition in the same fashion a child glues pasta to paper and thinks it's art.

Shrugging, he powered down the HOV, turned off all the lights and headed into the same pressure chamber Yuan-er used.

He started the equalizer sequence, then stripped quickly, shivering with delight, anticipation, and cold.

The pressure matched, vent ports opened, flooding the chamber with rich salt water, he laid down on the floor and let the change come over him. When the chamber was halfway full, he swam over to the door, tapping against the light he knew was red, but his eyes no longer human, perceived it differently now.

The water filled to the top, the light changed. The heavy, industrial locks disengaged, the door slid back.

He swam back into his home waters and right into his husbands arms.

He was soft and warm. He smelled of their home, and their species. Everything he had ever missed. The thick, earthy spice that he never found a replacement for during his time with the Humans.

"Lan Zh-" his face was tipped up, a kiss thirteen years overdue silenced anything else he wanted to say.

He quickly deepened the kiss, holding Wei Ying by his face and neck, keeping him an inch or two lower so he had the advantage to press.

Wei Ying curled his fingers into Lan Zhan's side, moaning softly between them.

He did not flush like a human anymore, his face still felt hot as Lan Zhan pulled away, a smug, grin and satisfaction gleaming I'm his eyes.

"In front of our son, how scandalous!" They did not speak in terms humans would understand. It was a song, one he had missed singing, and being heard.

Lan Zhan's face eased, pleased at hearing his voice echo in the waters around them.

"You have raised him well."

Wei Ying kissed his lips, gently biting the lower one as he pulled away.

"That must be your side-"

"What happened?" Lan Zhan's brow creased into an unhappy frown, his face tight with anger. His hands were on Wei Ying's bandaged chest.

"Lan Zhan, interrupting! Lan Qiren cannot blame that bad habit on me! I haven't been here."

"Wei Ying."

Lan Zhan had a number of preverbal weapons he could deploy to effectively manipulate Wei Ying into whatever he wanted him to do.

His low, rasping voice of worry, fear, with the undercurrent of possessive anger was just one of the many ways Wei Ying allowed himself to be manipulated by his husband.

"Ah Lan Zhan," Wei Ying held his husbands face, rubbing his thumbs under deep golden eyes, "it was Wang Liangjiao, Wen Chao's consort…I think. She wanted to Mark me. Make me submissive to her and Wen Chao."

Lan Zhan's eyes flashed, his fingers twitched on the bandages, curling around the edges of them. He looked Wei Ying over, marking each scratch, or cut, until his eyes landed on the faded scar on his right wrist. The old bit mark had been covered for most of Wei Ying's time on land, only when he was absolutely safe did he run his fingers over the skin, remembering the night his husband claimed him as his.

Lan Zhan's Mark as at the junction of his neck and shoulder, lighter, and more prominent, the scars were raised from the skin, a Sect tattoo wove around the Mark, swirling clouds and small birds, one baby bird perched on the highest scar.

Wei Ying swooped in, kissing that scar and baby bird. Burying his nose Lan Zhan's scent,

"Lan Zhan, take me home."

A gentle kiss was placed on his head.

"Wei Ying." Lan Zhan kissed him again.

Eventually, they joined Yuan-er, who was giving the pillars that formed the barrier that kept them safe, a thorough examination, like he was going to be tested on it.

With Yuan-er at one side and Lan Zhan his other, Wei Ying made the final journey home.

Behind him, the HOV went into its programmed shut down. The lights that previously flooded the darkness, clicked off, returning darkness to the deep.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wei ying #lan zhan #lan sizhui #wen yuan #mirmb wangxian mermay 2023 #wangxian mermay 2023 #day seven #mirmb writes

[resident-gay-bitch]

Day Seven of @steddie-week - free space / free space / freedom

find the previous day here :)

Fifty years old, and Eddie was doing this. 

He didn’t think he’d ever do this. But here he was, doing this. 

He took a deep breath and willed away his goddamn tears, and he felt Dustin pat him on the shoulder as the music picked up and everyone stood. 

He looked down at himself, fixing the sleeves of his suit and making sure it was buttoned properly, sweeping the long greying hairs out of his face. 

He gave Wayne a very excited smile before turning to face everyone. 

He took another shaky breath, so fucking nervous. 

Down the aisle pranced a little girl, dressed in a pink fluffy princess dress, with her hair done in buns like Princess Laya’s because that’s what she insisted on. She was eight and a half years old, and Eddie couldn’t believe it. She skipped along in her sparkly red shoes - the ones she coaxed Eddie into buying because “they look just like Dorotheys, Daddy!”, and Eddie still didn’t know how to say no to her. She lit up at the sight of Eddie, bright and smiling, she waved at him very excitedly, almost bursting into a run to get to him. Eddie smiled at her and imitated throwing things out of a basket with a wry smile, and she gasped, stopping dead in her tracks. Eddie couldn’t help but laugh. She reached into her little basket and pulled out a handful of confetti and tossed it into the air, and she continued that as she did her fancy aisle walk towards Eddie. 

When she got to him, Eddie dropped to his knee and gave her a little kiss on the cheek, “Good job, Princess.” 

“Thanks, daddy.” She beamed, plucking out some confetti and tossed it in the air over Eddie, “Do you like the sparkles Auntie Nancy put on me?” 

“Hell yeah, kid, you look so cool.” 

She giggled and showed off her sparkly skin some more. Oh, Eddie remembered when they first got her, they were there in the delivery room. They got to name the beautiful girl and everything. Her name was Chrissy, and she channels every bit of the dancer Chrissy used to be. 

She closed her eyes, “Do you like my eyeshadow too, daddy?” She asked, flashing the bright blue that she’d picked that stood out strong against her dark skin, “I wanted to be like Robin.” 

“Looks beautiful, kiddo.” He winked at her, “Now, go stand over there, where we practised, remember?” 

She nodded and kissed Eddie on the cheek, leaving a glossy stain in her wake. She skipped over to where she was supposed to stand, and Nancy, who was in the front row, pointed her from where she’d decided to stand into the actual right place. Eddie chuckled softly. 

He stood just in time to see his other kid making their way down the aisle. They got Alice ten years ago, when adoption became a possibility for them. She was six when they got her, standing tall at sixteen now. She’d just buzzed their hair off the other week, after coming out to them as Gender Fluid. It took Steve and Eddie a little while to properly understand what it meant, but…. He was a cool kid, and they embraced it. They looked so cool in the suit he’d picked out for herself, green velvet with patterns she embroidered themself all over it. 

Eddie winked at him as she went to meet her sister on the other side of the altar. 

And then came Steve. He had his arm looped through Robins, who was giving him away in a lovely silk green dress. Steve looked as handsome as ever, if not more, if that was even possible, dressed in a sweet yellow suit. Eddie blushed very bright, he’d told Steve many years ago that it had quickly become his favourite colour after Steve had tossed that goddamned jumper at his face, and then was wearing that same colour when Eddie woke up in the hospital. Steve looked lovely in yellow, and it matched him so perfectly. It was such a happy colour, full of brightness and positivity, and that’s exactly what Steve had bought into his life. Steve’s wardrobe was primarily yellow these days. 

He smiled so brightly at Eddie, his hand reaching to find Robins to squeeze when their eyes fixed on eachother. Eddie had to wipe away a tear. They reached the altar, and Robin kissed Steve on the cheek and shot finger guns and a wink at Eddie before going over to stand with Chrissy and Alice. Steve stepped up to the altar and faced Eddie with a wet smile. 

They both couldn’t believe they were here, doing this. 

This life, the one they had now, seemed impossible all those years ago, but they stuck together anyway. They stuck together, and now Eddie could give Steve his dream. Now they could have normal, in the most unnormal way possible. 

They were so happy. 

Marriage for them only became legal two days ago, and in that time, Nancy, Steve, Robin, and their girls had worked double time to set up the perfect impromptu wedding. Eddie offered to help, but they all insisted he didn’t because he and Steve would just distract each other with sappy flirtation, and Chrissy insisted her dad had zero taste. Alice promised that if Eddie could find someone to marry them, he’d pull for some metal to play during the reception. 

Eddie asked Wayne… immediately. 

They both spent five hours sitting behind Steve's computer, trying to figure out how to get ordained online, because Alice said it was easy. It was not easy. Eddie was old, and Wayne was even older. They’d called Scott over to help at one point, because he was super smart and a scientist, but he couldn’t figure out the computer either. 

Alice ended up getting it done in ten minutes for them when she got home. 

He called them a bunch of “old fucks”, and the three of them went off on a tanget about “this damn younger generation, they think they know everything! I bet you don’t know how to use a VHS tape.” 

Alice didn’t give them a bar of it, the sassy kid they were. 

Wayne started his speech, and Eddie took his fiance's shaky hands. They had smiles pinned to their faces the whole time, because how could they not. 

“Now, do you have vowels?” Wayne asked. 

“I gave mine to Steve last night.” Eddie said, and Wayne pulled a very dissatisfied face, “Ew, no!” 

There was a laugh from the crowd. 

“I wrote him a song and performed it, you oaf.” 

Steve laughed, “It was very sweet.” 

Eddie smiled bashfully, still feeling like the twenty year old he was when Steve first swept him off his goddamn feet and carried him off into the sunset. 

“I’ve got some.” Steve muttered and squeezed Eddie’s hand’s as he cleared his throat, “Twenty five years ago to this day, you and I got ‘pretend’ married, as we called it.” 

Eddie sniffled as he laughed. 

“I gave a very long vow to you then, so… I’m gonna keep this one super short.” Eddie laughed again, oh how he loved this man. Steve smiled, croaky with wet eyes as he shrugged, “I told you, that night that you proposed, the same thing as I’d told Robin earlier in the day, that you couldn’t give me normal. That I’d gone my whole life with this dream of a wife and six kids- but then I met you, and ‘normal’ seemed like the worst fucking idea on the planet. You were… such a fucking weirdo, and you still are, and I love you so much for it, Ed’s.” Steve smiled and shook his head, “Why would I wan’t ‘normal’ when I can have every bizarre day with you? Every morning I wake up and wonder what weird shit was going to happen today, and everytime I am so delightfully surprised by it. I wanted you, and only you, and that’s all that mattered to me.” 

Eddie was ugly crying again, and Steve had to wipe away his goddamned tears that were tinted black from his eyeliner. 

“I was happy with it being just us, with our silly little fake marriage, for the rest of our lives- because it was real to us. It was more than enough for us.” He smiled, “But then we got Alice, and Chrissy, and we got more than I could have ever asked for… and now I’m here,” He sobbed a little too, “and were getting married for real. And I love you, from the moment you shoved me up against that boathouse wall with a bottle to my neck, to right now, to forever, I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Eddie sobbed, and they kissed, even though they weren’t supposed to yet. 

They heard Chrissy shout out, “Ew!” and it made them break away with a laugh, and it gave them a strong sense of deja vu to that time in the hospital, when Dustin woke up to the pair of them having a moment. 

It fits very nicely in this moment. 

“Getting a bit ahead of yourselves there, boys.” Wayne nodded.

They laughed. 

“Hey, kiddo.” Wayne looked over to Chrissy and winked, “You got somethin for ya dads?” 

Chrissy gasped and looked up at her big sibling who reached into their pocket to hand something to the little girl. She skipped over with the box and handed it to her grandpa with a bright smile, “Happy wedding, dad and daddy!” 

They loved this damn kid. 

She skipped back over to her spot, and Alice gave her a big hug and smiled up at their dads. 

Wayne held open the ring box, and Steve reached in to take the silver band, and Eddie took the gold one. The same bands Eddie had bought twenty seven years ago, they held too much meaning to switch up. Eddie slid the ring onto Steve's finger for a third time, and Steve slipped one onto Eddie’s, and they were holding hands again. 

“You already donnit, but ah… you may kiss the groom.” Wayne grinned, and gave Steve a little wink before stepping over beside Eddie’s groomsmen. 

Eddie didn’t hesitate before grabbing Steve and giving him the kiss of his life, dipping him just as he’d done at their non-official wedding all those years ago. Chrissy started gagging at the sight again, and Eddie started laughing into Steve's mouth, and they could both hear Alice trying to shut her up. 

And when they stood back up, they were married. For real. They had two beautiful kids, and the house Eddie had bought for Steve (which had rendered Steve in tears and then they had some of the best sex of their goddamned lives whilst breaking the place in) that had a garden, and an open kitchen, and four bedrooms, and a study, and the bed they shared every night. 

They still had their bad days; day’s Eddie felt so horrible in his skin that he couldn’t be touched, Steve still got migraines that could render him useless for days, and a lot of the time they fought, though, over little things like the dishes or laundry or what time the kids were supposed to be picked up that afternoon, and some days their fights were a little worse. But they were together, and they were happy, and they had a life and a family and a place of their own. They had a home with each other, and that’s all they needed. 

They could drag each other to Hell and back, Eddie didn’t care, just as long as they were together. 

**

thank you for joining me on this years steddie week! it is currently 10.30 in the morning and i have not slept because i've been writing the entirety of my steddie week all night. seriously don't know why i do this to myself, anyway.

if you'd like to read my other steddie week submissions you can find them here :)

\/ here's some dodgey art for you to look at \/

#steddie week 2023 #jay writes #Day Seven #steddie #steddie wedding #fluff #pure fluff #they're old men at this point #and they have two kids #and one of them is genderfluid because i said so #eddie and steve don't know what that means still but they respect thier kid and their pronouns so they just do what they can #they also admire their self expression #eddie can't work a computer #wayne is even older than eddie and definently can't work a computer #scott clarke also cannot work out how to use this specific function on the computer - he only knows word and powerpoint #robin buckley #dustin henderson #wayne munson #scott clarke #nancy wheeler #side ronance #side clarkson #happy ending! #stranger things 4 #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie pov #steve dressed in yellow is my religion #steddie week

[pinatadulce]

Barnaby! ✨️ (Day 7)

Excuse my language, but I feel like shit rn my throat is killing me and I have hw due Friday that I haven't even started lmao 💀👍

Can't wait to look back and be like 'tf did I draw my boi like that?' I'll do him justice in the future I promise

I guess you could say I'm feeling kind of...blue. (insert sarcastic clapping)

I always found it kind of cute how Barnaby is such a silly happy pooch despite his main color being blue. (And also being a beagle since beagles have more sad droopy looking faces.)

#welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home fanart #welcome home arg #my art #please like and reblog #art #my throat is killing me #welcome home barnaby #Welcome home Barnaby b beagle #i hate the cold #If my asthma doesn't kill me my throat will #barnaby b beagle #day 7 #day seven #art challenge #wh fanart #wh fandom #fan art #fanart #fandom #insert my art skills

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Never met a man Quite like you Doing all you can Making my dreams come true

You’re strong and you’re smart You’ve taking my heart And I’ll give you the rest of me too

You’re the perfect man for me I love you I do

Mm I love ya

I’ve never felt Quite like this Good about myself From my very first kiss I’m here when you call You’ve got it all And confidence like I never knew

You’re the perfect man for me I love you I do

You’ve got a charm You simply disarm me every time As long as u drive I’m along for the ride Your the way I said it before There won't be a door That’s closed to us Putting all my trust in you Cause you, you’ll always be true, Oh

#klainevalentines2024 #klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #klaine #glee fanfiction #day seven #love you I do #Jennifer Hudson #Youtube

[evanbuckleyweek]

EVAN BUCKLEY WEEK 2022 ↳ DAY SEVEN: FREE CHOICE

#911edit #911 fox #911verse #911 on fox #evan buckley #buckweek2022 #evanbuckleyedit #day seven #* #by siren #lesbiandiaz #sainteddie #tuserjw #usernelly #novalook #userisha #userdahlias #bigfootsmom #userdorksinlove #usermorgue

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Day Eight of Cillian v Joel: Smoking

Day Eight of Cillian v Joel: Smoking

While I am not a fan of smoking irl, some men just make it look so pretty on screen 😌 See what you think, @green-socks 👩‍⚖️

#day seven #cillian murphy #vs #joel kinnaman #cillian v joel #stephen holder #the driver #takeshi kovacs #erik heller #michael mccrea #tommy shelby

[ultimate-eeveelution-battle]

Day Seven

[Image ID: Glaceon and Sylveon, two Pokemon, with fancy backgrounds behind them. End ID]

#day seven #glaceon #sylveon #glaceon vs sylveon #ultimate eeveelution battle #poll #polls #pokemon poll #pokemon polls

[effulgent-girl]

The last of my graphics for JB Week. I've had a lot of fun!

Modern JB photo at their 40th wedding anniversary

Jaime & Brienne on the beaches of Tarth in their golden years

#jaime x brienne #jb week #jb week 2023 #jbweek #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #game of thrones #day seven #old braime #braime #graphic #my edit #effulgentgirl

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

day seven of foxquin week!

the prompt was ‘​Quinlan was a General the whole time’ which was absolutely delicious, and it was so painful to keep it (relatively) short, I swear to god

4, 949 words, rated T for a fair bit of light necking

‘Scipio goes differently, but there are still heavy losses.

While Fox is pulling himself back together by the light of Thorn’s bacta tank, General Quinlan Vos decides to take ‘give your problems to the Force’ a little more literally than usual…’

(Title: Your Heart is Safe on My Belt)

(this was why I was dunking Thorn in a tank of bacta the other week btw, if you even care, etc etc)

#foxquinweek2024 #day seven #foxquin #quinfox #get wrecked sheev #commander fox #quinlan vos #commander thorn #hurt/comfort #I watched thorn’s last stand snd then cried about it several times writing this #many gladheonsleeps were harmed in the making of this fic #😭