#its unpredictable

It's a normal Tuesday night. They're at the Munson trailer, sitting on Eddie's bed; Steve is reading a borrowed copy of The Hobbit while Eddie writes in his notebook --planning out a new campaign for Hellfire.

Eddie looks up every now and then, sending a soft smile his boyfriends way as he takes in the relaxed pose and concentration in Steve's eyes as he reads. There's a grin forming on his lips and his eyes crease at the corners and Eddie has never loved anyone more.

"You're like a constellation," Eddie hums as he puts his pen down into the crease of the notebook, apropos of nothing.

Steve looks up, his small grin blooms into a bright smile that takes over his freckled face, "What? What makes you say that?"

Eddie thinks for a moment, before crawling over and taking the book from Steve's hands, he dog ears the page and puts it onto the side table.

"You, Steve Harrington, are a constellation, every part of you is beautiful and amazing on its own, and you revealed yourself one star at a time".

Steve blinks once, twice, "Eds, you can't just say shit like that," he says, his voice slightly wet.

Your voice is so cute omg