So how long have I loved you for? Womb to tomb, sweetheart. Since before I was even here at all. I get it now, you understand. Your ma was right. It really is a stupid question.
an ae board inspired by the fantastic not easily conquered series because jesus christ apparently I’m still not over it
“Because I’m me,” says Steve, his voice reedy and hurt. “Because you’re you. I’d be killing myself. How do you not know that? All this time, how do you not—?” He swallows hard, but his throat closes up anyway. He confesses, “I died too. When you left me. I died too.”
— not easily conquered
nec aesthetic series 5/?
File this under “this is gonna hurt, but I’ll probably read it anyway”
I won’t lie, this fic hurts more than you’ll ever see coming, it will rip you apart and leave you with a whole new appreciation for Stucky. It’s worth all the pain though, best thing I’ve ever read hands down and I won’t ever stop recommending this one.
the1timetraveller 