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Eddie wakes from a nightmare about the bats. Again.
About a week ago, Steve Harrington gave him his number with instructions to call if he needed anything. Said number is tacked on Eddie's wall under his Anthrax poster.
555-9878
-Steve H.But it's 3:17 a.m. and Eddie probably shouldn't call. Definitely shouldn't call.
(Eddie calls.)
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28 Jul 2022
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“Do you want the bad news?” Eddie asks, hoping his tone is light enough that Steve won’t freak out.
“Hit me, Eddie Skye.”
“I’m not having six fucking kids with you, man.”
so good and funny. eddie's little grad fit <3
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He presses a kiss to Newt's cheek. The kissing and casual intimacy with intent are still often jarring to Newt. Some mornings when he's still in bed, Hermann will come in for a goodbye kiss and Newt will think he's dreamt it up completely. On those days there are several small crises throughout the day that are only resolved when he hears the car on the gravel road, when Hermann greets him with as much affection as he used to say his goodbye that morning.
in which Newt navigates the intimacy of a relationship
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- Part 2 of it's coming into sight
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24 Feb 2022
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“If I left you, it would take a long time for me to be happy again, and it would never happen in the same way.”
made me cry
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"Normal friends, Dean thinks, don't have sex then never talk about it again; normal friends don't bang passionately then carry on as usual. Granted, Dean supposes there's nothing normal about him and Cas or their….friendship."
Part 3 of Ends of the Earth 'verse.
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- Part 3 of ends of the earth
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23 Aug 2021
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“Could you please relax, I know how to drive in a city,” Cas lies, and Dean keeps his eyes closed so he doesn’t have to see Cas get his baby into a fender-bender.
At least until Cas starts singing along to the radio under his breath, and then Dean can’t help but stare at him, late summer sunshine dancing across his face as he dutifully keeps his hands textbook-9-and-3-o’clock positions on the steering wheel and stomps way too friggin hard on the breaks.
Cas tilts his head and gives him a questioning look, so Dean grunts, “Eyes on the road, dumbass,” and tries to only watch Cas surreptitiously through the corner of his eye. An angel of the dickhead-previous-lord, untethered and fully mortal, back from the dead and happily playing chauffeur for him, and all Dean can do is bark at him. Literally there’s no reason for Cas to still be sticking around, but fuck it, here the guy is.
It’s just—retirement, man. Doing his goddamn head in.alternatively, the cas gets cucked fic
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19 Aug 2021
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Charlie sets her beer down hard on the counter, making him flinch. “Are you trying to invent a problem?” she asks incredulously.
“What? No, dude, I’m telling you—”
“Your boyfriend turned down sex twice, once because you were concussed and your arm was broken, and once because he was about to drive out of state to help your brother,” Charlie summarises, brutal and unrelenting. “And you think that, what? You can never ask him for sex again because of that?”
Dean’s been playing catch-up his entire life, and he’s still figuring out the whole “asking for what I want” thing.
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16 Aug 2021