I draw, sometimes.

He was just so gentle with her. He was careful when separating her from her base. Even in her frozen state she could tell that his touch was featherlight.

He’d even put her on a cushion, like she was a princess or something.

Okay so like you guys already knew I was losing my shit over @cellulited-bean s fic The Ballerina

AAAAAA!! AKDHWJFJJWJF!!! OH MY GOD IT'S SO PRETTY!!! I'M TRYNA PUT HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS INTO WORDS BUT I JUST KEEP STARING AT IT???

Eddie and Chrissy look amazing! You captured her expression perfectly, and Eddie's ink oh my gosh!! I keep staring at the details like the worn couch and the bottles of paint. And his ripped jeans!!! 💖💖💖💖💙🧡🧡💗!!

“Fuck, okay.” It comes out in his exhale. His tongue slips out to wet his lips and he tries not to feel like an idiot as he stammers at what should be nothing. “You can, move, if you want.”

It gets harder when nothing happens.

Nothing. Happens. And Eddie almost puts his head in his hands, hangs it for lack of something to do, as a bout of nervous laughter tries to spill from his lips. ‘This is so stupid.’

“I’m not-” The grin pulls at his face, digs into his cheeks, makes him want to claw it off. “I’m not gonna do anything. I just wanna talk-” And he chokes on a scream cuz it’s looking at him-

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