His weight over Steve’s hips shifts, and then he’s pressing his forehead against Steve’s.
Something about it, how Eddie just holds himself there, nose brushing against Steve’s and breathing against his lips, makes Steve go absolutely still. The well of tenderness in his chest is downright embarrassing, and he worries that if he moves at all, it’ll spill everywhere and ruin this surprisingly tender moment.
guys. @sparklyslug gave me the best birthday gift ever (and I have a million doodles I want to do for it :))). My love of Star Wars (the dinluke of it all) and steddie have been combined into a single fic and I am absolutely floored. it made my day, year, entire life. I will cherish this FOREVER AND EVER 🧡
It’s called make those hidden worlds mine .✨ give it a read (whether you like star wars or not) you wont be disappointed 🥰
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hello there, angel
[ID: Digital illustration in color of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. Vash is sitting facing the viewer and holds a rose between his clasped together hands, but he’s looking to the left, upwards, at Wolfwood, with an awed expression. Wolfwood hovers over him with wings sprouting from his back. He has a cigarette lit between his lips, his arms and legs are crossed, and he looks back at Vash with a neutral expression. The both of them are covered in a blue shadow, casted by Wolfwood and his hovering form, while warm light hits the back of his wings and over Vash’s legs. Small feathers sits next to Vash. End ID]
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Okay, not AS good as the last one, but in order for this heckin continent to have the biomes it does, ONE: It's significantly smaller than Pyrrhia, and TWO: It would have to be near the equator.
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