If The Garden It All Ends With Isn’t The Garden Of Crowley's And Aziraphale's Cottage, I'll Combust

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Klimt + The Addams Family

‘… and mostly researching ways to become immortal,’ Tom hears himself blabbing. He’s absolutely rat-arsed; evidently he’d underestimated Slughorn’s dedication to hedonism. The booze is strong.

‘Why the fuck would you want that?’ Harry mumbles, shoving Tom further into the musty dark of a cramped broom cupboard. Tom doesn’t know how they got here. ‘Not dying? Walking ‘round … but you’re just a fuck pile of zombie bones?’

‘Obviously,’ it takes a few tries for Tom to properly pronounce that word, ‘I’ll have to be healthily immortal. I just don’t know how.’

‘But you’ve already made your first Horcrux. No point denying, Tom, I know you have.’

Tom squints at Harry. In the low light, he can just make out the softened outline of his cheeks; his lips.

Tom forgets what he’s supposed to interrogate Harry about.

‘Dying is bad,’ he settles lamely. ‘Dying is – you’re everything, and then you’re nothing.’

Harry doesn’t speak for a while, he just looks at Tom, his breath ghosting Tom’s skin.

‘Boom – then nothing,’ Tom stresses. He wants Harry to understand.

‘Okay,’ Harry whispers, like he’s letting Tom in on a grand secret, ‘but sometimes you come back because somebody needs you so much.’

Tom shakes his head. ‘No one’s come back for me,’ he says, too drunk not to wallow in self-pity.

And Harry – to his intense dismay – pulls him into a tight hug, fingers digging into his back.

‘No,’ Tom complains, ‘not this.’

Secretly he thinks it’s not all that bad. Harry’s warm, lithe body a comfortable weight against his own. Harry’s hair, soft and springy and tickling his neck. Harry’s clean, masculine scent; of his body soap and the leather gear he wears to Quidditch practice …

‘You’re wrong,’ Harry says softly, his voice sounding muffled against Tom’s pullover. ‘I did.’

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honestly same tho

My dashboard be like "this is Eddie and his boyfriend Steve, and this is Steve and his boyfriend Bucky, and this is Buck and his boyfriend Eddie, and this is Ed and his boyfriend Stede"

I know we all love the idea of Eddie keep flirting with Steve and calling him pet names, because he thinks he can get away with it.

But I've been thinking about Steve casually calling Eddie baby without even registering what he's doing.

Like they are standing outside the van with the hood open and Steve just tutting at him like "Eddie, baby, you really gotta get your transmission checked, this is like the third time this month" and Eddie's losing his shit, mouth hanging open in shock, but Steve has no idea and it just keeps on happening after that.

Next time it happens, they are all over at Steve's, having a movie night and Steve has El and Max passed out on him, making him unable to get up from the couch without waking them and he just whisper-yells to Eddie "Hey babe, could you pass me a beer? Kinda tied up here" and Eddie just blanks and says nothing, but gets a bottle from the sixpack on the floor and Steve says "thanks" like it's just how things have always been between them.

And Eddie's working himself into a frenzy. Has Steve got no idea about what he's doing to him? Because Eddie's been lowkey crushing on Steve since he got mixed up in the whole Upside Down business and it just got worse when he woke up at the hospital to Steve holding his hand and giving him the brightests of smiles that there was, rubbing his thumb over Eddie's knuckles, whispering a soft "Hey there sleeping beauty, how're ya feeling?" while being completely oblivious to the suspicious look Wayne was giving them. And sure, hanging out with him nearly every day didn't help the situation one bit.

But this. This is going to be the death of him.

And it just keeps on happening. Steve murmurs "goodnight baby" into the phone before hanging up, he shouts "babe, come here, you gotta see this" when Lucas ends up stuffing fifteen oreos into his mouth (which is a new personal record) and whispers "hey baby, I'm sorry, I know you'd rather do something else, but I promised Mrs Wheeler" when they're watching Holly's ballet recital, waving at her from their seats when her eyes land on them.

It all comes to a head when Eddie's stupid van breaks down in the middle of fucking nowhere, on their way back from Indianapolis, after going there to buy a special boardgame for Dustin's birthday.

There's not a single car or house to be seen anywhere in a ten mile radius.

"Oh this is just great," Steve hisses as he jumps out of the car to walk around and Eddie does the same. He pops the hood and watches as a small cloud of smoke slithers out of it.

"Shit" Eddie swears under his breath. It looks bad.

"See baby, that's exactly why I told you to get it checked! Because I didn't wanna get stuck in fucking no man's land!"

"Look, I'm sure if we just leave it to rest a little..."

"Rest? Eds, come on, you know that's not how it works. We gotta walk up to the next gas stop and phone someone to tow it."

"Fuck, fine!" Eddie grunted. "But it gets dark in like twenty minutes."

They both know that they can't handle walking out in the wild after dark. Not after everything and not with all the nightmares that still tormented them most nights.

"Then I guess we're sleeping out here tonight." Steve says, dropping his hands on his hips. "You have pillows or some shit in the back?"

"Got a couple of blankets, yeah."

In the end they lay down two blankets on the bottom of the van and bundle up some old jumpers Eddie keeps in there for pillows. They lie there, facing each other in the dark.

"Hey... I'm sorry about all this" Eddie whispers, like his voice could disturb anyone out here in the middle of nowhere.

"It's okay, I just wish you'd pay more attention to stuff like this. I mean shit, babe, what if it's just you out here, huh? What then?"

"Steve-"

"I mean, I just hate to think about how shitty it would be, to be out here alone, in the dark... plus I'd worry myself sick not knowing where you are, you know?"

"Steve."

"Yeah?"

"I'm not alone."

"No, no you're not alone" Steve agrees with a private little smile.

They settle into a companionable silence and Eddie's almost certain that Steve is just about to drift off, but he can't contain it in himself any longer; he has to ask.

"Hey Steve?"

"Mmh?"

"Why uh... why are you keep calling me...?" He can't bring himself to say it out loud without his face heating up.

"What?"

"Names." He settles, hoping that Steve would get it.

"Names?"

He's gonna make him say it, isn't he?

"Yeah like uh... baby."

"Oh"

Even in the darkness of the van Eddie can see how the colour darkens in Steve's cheeks.

"Does it bother you?" Steve asks after a beat and Eddie just sighs out a soft "no".

"Okay."

For a long moment it seems that this is all Eddie's gonna get, but then Steve shuffles a little closer and runs a finger along Eddie's palm before taking his hand into his own.

"It just felt right, you know? Calling you that. I dunno, it was like how it was meant to be."

"That sounds kinda romantic, isn't it?" Eddie's shooting for a joke, but Steve just sighs timidly.

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it?"

"Steve-"

"Eddie... can I?" He doesn't finish it, but Eddie knows he'd say yes to pretty much anything Steve could ever ask from him.

"Yeah" He breathes with a little nod and Steve scoots even closer, placing his other hand onto Eddie's cheek. He leans in and looks him in the eyes for an impossibly long moment, making sure he's got permission one last time.

Steve whispers a soft "baby" onto his lips before finally closing the gap between them.

Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

For me Voldemort knows many languages ​​(for example French seeing his anagram) but his favorite is Latin and in fact he loves using Latin words and tried to create an anagram in Latin before discovering that no name that came out satisfied him.