Fics like i wrote my heart in a sheet of paper (and i gifted it to you)

Eddie shuffles closer to him. Knows he shouldn’t, knows he should steer this somewhere neutral, somewhere more distant, something more akin to just checking in on a friend but he can’t, he can’t. Not when Steve’s looking bashful, not when he’s awkwardly picking up a bit of paper again and folding it anxiously, not when he smells like the sea on a summer’s day and honey-sweet all at once. “Seriously Steve, this is cool. Maybe you could make something for a campaign? Figurines are expensive, and honestly some of these are better. We could paint them, too.” Steve looks up at him then. Really looks, and Eddie’s heart gallops in his chest at the sight of those warm brown eyes. “I made them all for you,” Steve murmurs. ***** In the wake of Vecna's defeat, with his friends busy with the aftermath, Steve takes up origami, tries to heal his scars in his big empty house , and falls in love with the alpha that comes to visit him daily. Eddie.

Fics like i wrote my heart in a sheet of paper (and i gifted it to you)

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