no matter whats to come

Of course the expectation is always the exact opposite of the truth.Because Eddie’s gotten this taste of fame, right? They’re not topping all the charts but they’re topping some of the charts and that’s wild, that’s so far beyond anything he ever imagined, that’s the kind of shit that breeds jealousy: people know he’s taken—of course they don’t know how or by who, but the people who matter know who holds the whole of him in his hands.And Steve knows, when he sees a tabloid mention the band, or mention someone else mentioning the band—Steve knows there’s no threat there. Not your type, in Steve’s words, shrugged off as inconsequential; Steve’s not jealous. He understands that Eddie’s type is this one beautiful man who saved the world at his side, who fought demons, who held his hand, his body, and holds his heart so safe and sure and is Eddie’s whole world—yeah.Eddie’s type is Steve and Steve alone.But people would probably expect Steve to be the jealous one.People are real fucking stupid.--Eddie's insecurities come out to try and drown him. Steve's there to hold his head above water: always.