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bloom just for you (72k words)

Steve sort of feels like maybe he spent his whole life mourning what his father was and now that he’s dead, maybe it’ll be like Jonathan said. Maybe he’ll need to mourn everything he wasn’t. Or: Steve's dad dies suddenly and he doesn't know how to process his grief. Jonathan, however, is there to help hold him together

𝚜 𝚞 𝚖 𝚖 𝚎 𝚛 𝚕 𝚊 𝚗 𝚍 ʙʏ ᴋʏʀᴘᴏs @deviantnation

“It’s not your fault if those people weren’t prepared to grow with you." Steve's voice is slow and soft, like the first warm embrace of a summer breeze following a particularly cold winter. “And for those who don’t...well, fuck ‘em.”

Then, he feels it. Fingers, quiet and hesitant, pressing gently against his own. They linger only for a moment—

And then, they’re gone.