Check it out and to buy these cool patches (or to work with me to create a custom badge!) and to support me as I save up for the next semester of school. I’m running dangerously low on money, so anything will help!! Thank you!
as a continuance of yesterday’s post where i featured the autistic pride patches available at my etsy shop, SapphicStitches, i’ve now added #redinstead to my listings – just in time for Autism Awareness Acceptance Month in April!
[Images: a black circular patch with red text reading #red instead in all caps]
Moonlight streams through the thick gaps in their blinds, soft streaks of lights breaking up the hard won lines of their bodies, naked, spent, Eggsy covering Harry’s as if to keep him there forever. Dust sparkles down through the room and a quietness settles in all around them that neither has felt or enjoyed for a long time. Eggsy can’t stop running his hand through Harry’s hair, soft, a little damp from sweat, and perfectly dishevled. He places gentle kisses along his forhead, down his nose and around his cheeks.
Harry has a small smirk on his lips. “Stop that.”
“’M sorry love,” Eggsy pulls back immediately, concerned. “Does it hurt?”
Without thought, Harry reaches up, his fingers bareley brushing the shell of his eye patch. The pads of his fingers skim just along the once tender skin just below. “Not any more. You’re just being ridiculous.”
“Aw, of course I am. S’why you love me.” It’s Eggsy’s turn to smirk, just as beautifully cocky as he always has been.
And Harry can’t help himself, really. It’s not just the beauty in his face, but the warmth in his eyes and the sincerity with wich he loves so deeply. “God help me, but I do.” He pulls Eggsy back in for a long, deep and lingering kiss. Their mouths move together as if it hasn’t been years since they’ve seen one another, since Harry recognized anyone but himself. Their lives aren’t perfect, and they still have so much work to do, but for now, he has Eggsy, and that’s enough.
Their kiss becomes lighter, more quick presses and less lingering connections. Eggsy moves, to the edge of Harry’s lips - a kiss. The cleft of his chin - another. Tender motions, everywhere and without intent.
“Stop that.” Harry repeats.
Eggsy doesn’t listen, because he has Harry back, alive, mostly whole, and his.