Heeeey Nerdians!
So, quick little thingy: I started a writing blog on Tumblr called Nerd Writes, and I'm going to be posting shorts (some from here and some new ones) and I'll be taking requests and talking about life and (Hopefully) funny stuff. There's a link in my bio if you wanna pop over and follow if you're on Tumblr!
So yeah, this is yet ANOTHER SlyPKC Fic (YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH) and this is based on a comic by the wonderful Stypls. Enjoy!
Remember me?
A SlyPKC Fic
It was going to be one of those mornings, and Seamus knew it from the second he opened his eyes.
One of those mornings where he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed, falls onto the wrong side of the floor, stumbles out into the wrong side of the hallway and remembers his best friend is in the wrong side of the fucking country.
Basically, it was a bad morning.
Eddie was never far from the edge of Seamus' thoughts, constantly giggling in his head and distracting him. It was annoying and it made his heart ache. He'd been gone since July and Seamus still hadn't gotten over it, and he'd forgotten the last time his smile was sincere. He wished he'd said goodbye more. He wished he'd hugged him a bit harder. Seamus wished he hadn't joked it off in his usual flat voice and he wished he hadn't hidden his emotion on that day. He hadn't cried since high school and tricked himself into thinking he shouldn't break his record.
"Come on," Seamus groaned, flicking his finger against the coffee maker and then regretting it. Now, in addition to his heart and his head, his finger hurt. He'd been up for five minutes and it was already going just peachy. The stupid machine wasn't making his coffee, and at this point he was seriously considering curling up on the floor and going back to sleep. He was still in the clothes he slept in – which most definitely weren't the clothes he wore yesterday – and the tiled floor was looking pretty comfortable.
Finally, finally, the coffee machine made its stupid happy noise and the hot liquid poured out into his mug.
"Thank Jesus," Seamus sighed, pulling the mug free and patting the machine fondly. He walked into the living room and sank into the couch. He lifted the mug to his lips and was about to take a sip when he heard a painfully familiar knock at the door tap out a tune.
"You're kidding me!" Seamus snapped. He slammed his mug down onto the table by his couch and heaved himself up, shuffling over to the door. He slid the deadbolt and clicked the final lock, swinging the door open angrily.
"Yes?" he said, and then he choked. His mouth fell open and his eyes widened, and he was tempted to reach out and make sure he was real. Eddie was supposed to be in Florida. He wasn't supposed to be standing on his doorstep. Eddie… they'd said goodbye months ago and it couldn't be real. He wasn't real because Seamus never had this much good luck.
"Hey, Sea," Eddie said with a nervous giggle. "Remember me?" Eddie held out one hand and Seamus stared at it, touching his fingers lightly. They were warm. He was real. Eddie was… Eddie was standing in front of him. Eddie. Eddie. Seamus didn't speak and stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Eddie tightly and burying his head in his shoulder, shaking as Eddie tilted his head to rest on top of Seamus'. Seamus made a weird noise in the back of his throat and realised he was crying, so he squeezed Eddie harder and sobbed freely, taking in Eddie's warmth and his familiar smell and the wall Eddie's shoulders were shaking as he hugged him back.
"I missed you too."
