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steve was robins platonic prom date because he wanted her to experience prom ✨ and this is hard canon for this portrayal with @superscoops
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an extremely private rendition of STEVE HARRINGTON of netflix’s STRANGER THINGS. written by yumi, any pronouns, over twenty-five. this characterization is subject to canon divergency via personal headcanons / interpretations of canon events. due to the nature of the content origin, writers under the age of eighteen should not interact with this blog, nor will this blog interact with non-canon underaged muses. all writing within this blog will take place with personally selected exclusives, as i will not interact with / ship with more than two portrayals of a canon character. do not perceive me if you ship / engage in harringrove content and / or label yourself a billy apologist or display billy apologist behavior. you are not welcome here.
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a hundred different kisses
whispering ''kiss me'' to your lover
wrapping your arms around your lover's neck
kisses traveling from your lover's nose to their lips
breaking the kiss, instantly pressing your lips back together
intertwining fingers
soft kisses that grow more passionate by each second
forehead against forehead
running fingers through your lover's hair
unbuttoning your lover's shirt, pressed against the wall
surprise kisses, your lover wasn't prepared but responds immediately
a kiss that says ''we're late for work, but let's be later''
kisses under a light waterfall
pulling your lover closer by the waistband
kissing under the stars
messy kisses, destroying furniture trying to reach the bed
a kiss that isn't meant to happen but does so anyway
sliding your hands down your lover's chest
grabbing your lover by the collar
''if we're caught kissing we're most likely dead but let's risk it''
hand kisses
exploring each other's lips
smiling in-between kisses
now-or-never kisses
caressing your lover's cheek
good night kisses
''i was supposed to take a shower, alone, but go ahead jump right in''
brushing lips together, lingering for a moment, catching your breath
an accidental kiss between two exes
kisses in which, we've already said goodbye for the day but i can't help stealing another one
this might be our last kiss so let's make it last
kitchen counter make-outs
jumping into your lover's arms
soft kisses while cuddling in bed
i missed you kisses
a kiss leaving you breathless
stopping a kiss when it gets too heated
a kiss on the cheek that turns into a kiss on the lips
trailing kisses from your lover's lips to their neck
''everything is going to be okay'' kisses
kisses that start out passionate but grows more delicate
pulling away from a kiss to look at each other, smiling as you dive in for another kiss
a kiss to celebrate an engagement
wrapping your legs around your lover's body as they lift you
a goodbye kiss expect neither can let go
''we shouldn't do this'' but they do so, anyway
a swirling reunion kiss
''i've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me''
a kiss that lasts longer than it should
tending to your lover's wound, placing a kiss on top of their head, grateful they're still alive
a goodbye kiss that says ''i don't love you the way you love me, and i'm setting you free''
spinning your lover into a kiss on the dance floor
kisses in which, ''i can't believe this is real, but i love you so much''
tucking a strand of hair behind your lover's ear
tracing your lips against the corner of your lover's mouth
light kisses scattered across your lover's face down to their collarbone
pulling your lover into your lap, them straddling your hips
bushing your lips against your lover's, wanting to savior the moment
playful kisses, such as, ‘‘i’m not going to kiss you.’‘ ‘‘why?’‘ ‘‘because if i do, i don’t think we’re getting out of bed today’‘
kissing your lover's wounds after having bandaged them up
mistletoe kisses
surprising your lover from behind, smacking a kiss on their cheek
caressing your lover's cheek
trying to concentrate on a task, but your lover kisses your neck, making your head spin
looking deep into your lover's eyes, before dropping your gaze to their lips
shushing your lover as they try to kiss you, telling them tonight is all about them, not you
a kiss only meant to last a moment, but when your lips meet, you can't pull away from each other
leaning into your lover's touch, their fingers tracing down your stomach, their body pressed against yours
a tender kiss on your lover's chest
kissing your lover so gently, worried that if you pull away for just one second, they might disappear
an accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment pass before you crash your lips back against each other's
lingering forehead against forehead, consumed by each other and barely having enough strength to breathe
accidentally bumping noses
kissing your lover's forehead, then bending down to meet their lips
a kiss to forgive each other after an argument
standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can't reach your lover's lips
unrequited love that is now requited, and a kiss that proves it
legs wrapped around your lover's body, hands tearing their shirt off
pushing your lover onto the bed, kissing down their stomach
throwing your lover over your shoulder, carrying them towards the bed
crashing your lips together during an argument
kisses in which, ''we just broke up, but let's kiss one last time''
whispering ''i love you'' in-between kisses
your lover pinning your arms above your head, telling you to stay quiet
trying to deny your feelings, but attraction gets the best of you, and you push them up against the wall
smiling in-between kisses
reunion kisses, ''i thought you were dead''
not being able to focus on anything during a conversation, you're too busy staring at your lover's lips
kisses in which ‘i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you’‘ but the kiss proves the opposite
kissing each other's pain away, your tears mixing with your lover's
your lover pulls you away from a kiss, asks you to marry them
telling your lover you want all of them tonight
grabbing hold of your lover's collar, begging them to kiss you
sliding your hands down your lover's chest, unzipping their zipper
untying your lover's tie, using it to pull your lover into a kiss
not being able to unbutton your lover's shirt, their kisses are everywhere and too distracting
kissing your lover's tears away
passionately making-out against a wall
“let’s just kiss to see what it’s like” then pulling away, lingering for a moment, then going in for the second kiss
hungry kisses and ripped apart clothes
''it's always been you'' kisses
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↪ 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 . ( a collection of 100+ question prompts . adjust phrasing as necessary . )
you’re leaving ?
can you shut up ?
are you [ name ] ?
who am i to you ?
why should i care ?
can i come inside ?
did i do something ?
you don’t trust me ?
can we make a deal ?
are you lying to me ?
are you free tonight ?
are we going to die ?
can i come with you ?
can we call it even ?
you stay here , okay ?
you think i’m stupid ?
can you stitch me up ?
are you doing alright ?
is that … my shirt ?
who takes care of you ?
have you seen yourself ?
what took you so long ?
can’t you see i’m busy ?
who do you think i am ?
why are you helping me ?
are you happy with him ?
are we having a moment ?
are you listening to me ?
how are you so arrogant ?
how did you afford this ?
what are you doing here ?
is this all in my head ?
why won’t you look at me ?
are you here to kill me ?
do you want some company ?
are you from around here ?
do you need to lie down ?
are we on the same page ?
why didn’t you defend me ?
are you sure you’re ready ?
where is this coming from ?
where were you last night ?
you wanted to talk to me ?
will you PLEASE be quiet ?!
what was i supposed to do ?
why do you look so guilty ?
[ name ] … truth or dare ?
why did you bring me here ?
are you looking for someone ?
since when does that matter ?
why do you put up with me ?
THIS is your breaking point ?
what can i say to fix this ?
do you think i deserve this ?
hey , hey , are you with me ?
why are you leaving so soon ?
what do you get out of this ?
[ name ] , what have you done ?
do you have a minute to talk ?
did you ever actually love me ?
do you need somewhere to stay ?
why don’t you ever listen to me ?
do you hear yourself right now ?
you knew & you didn’t tell me ?
do you want something to drink ?
when did you know you loved me ?
when was the last time you ate ?
what’s your favorite scary movie ?
do you want to get out of here ?
why is this so important to you ?
can i at least buy you a drink ?
how can you think this is funny ?
are you sure you’re up for this ?
are you trying to start something ?
what are we supposed to do now ?
can we at least try to be civil ?
why won’t you just leave me alone ?
are you thinking what i’m thinking ?
why are you so concerned about me ?
why can’t you just stay out of it ?
you’re not bailing on me , are you ?
how long have you been lying to me ?
can you keep your eyes open for me ?
how long have things been like this ?
why is this suddenly such a problem ?
what , am i supposed to be impressed ?
do you ever wish you could run away ?
you’re going to believe them over me ?
why are you looking at me like that ?
why can’t you just tell me the truth ?
why can’t you ever take responsibility ?
what can i do to make it up to you ?
can we put this whole thing behind us ?
i’m coming to get you , where are you ?
can you stay ? just for a little while ?
why won’t you let me be here for you ?
when are you going to forgive yourself ?
is that what your nightmares are about ?
what kind of person does this make me ?
where are we supposed to go from here ?
are you TRYING to get yourself killed ?!
why can’t we just talk like we used to ?
why do these things always happen to me ?
how long has it been since you’ve slept ?
can’t we just enjoy the moment for once ?
why can’t you ever stand up for yourself ?
why haven’t you been answering your phone ?
what was i supposed to do , let you die ?
can you just listen and do as i say for once ?
what do you mean , you’re not coming back ?
can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?
you’d tell me if something was wrong , right ?
where do you go when you space out like that ?
you were going to leave without saying goodbye ?
you’ll stand by my side no matter what , right ?
what kind of mess have you gotten yourself into ?
i need you to sit up , can you do that for me ?
if you have nothing to hide , what’s the problem ?
you really don’t care about any of this , do you ?
can you just tell me everything’s going to be okay ?
you know we’re gonna have to talk about this eventually , right ?
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STEVE HARRINGTON
Stranger Things, 2.02
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𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚈 : 𝙴𝙳𝙳𝙸𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙾𝙽.
it’s still a little SURREAL to him that he’s here with steve harrington, of all people. the universe has some soooome sense of humor. a former self would’ve never believed that they’d be sitting here, talking like … friends? then again, that same [ 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍, it seems ] past self wouldn’t believe half the shit he’s seen recently. eddie reasons with himself that at least steve’s DONE THIS before – they all seem way more equipped for this actual, waking nightmare than he does so, it makes sense to him to try … leaning on him when he feels like he’s coming to a 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝. because he is, he feels like he’s really losing it – like this hell just gets bigger and bigger, and he has no fucking clue how he’s gonna get himself out. how any of them will.
he’s still a little surprised that harrington is the first person he turns to, but – at the same time – he’s a GOOD GUY. he could tell pretty quickly that steve harrington had the nerve to be the 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚢 and also [ somehow ] a pretty great person. he really needs to stop being surprised by anything at this point, and realizes maybe [ sometimes ] there’s a lot more to people that what it seems. god, what a cliche! and then there’s the hand on his shoulder. the touch and CONNECTION in itself hitting him harder than he thought. reflex has him leaning into steve’s hand – just a little. head turns finally to let his gaze meet the other man’s, offering a 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 because it’s all he has in him. he usually hates being this vulnerable to any audience, but he’s too mentally and emotionally [ and physically ] EXHAUSTED to worry about keeping his guard up. there’s a heavy, breathy kind of laugh exhaled through his nose when steve seems to finish – that tired smile growing a little wider.
he’s still overwhelmed that they’ve all taken him in like this – eddie ‘𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔’ – and now he has this whole group of people who actually give a shit about him … and he’s finding he really cares about them, too. as terrifying as it is [ and all of this is ], he feels flooded with different emotions – he actually feels ACCEPTED and welcomed in this group of people he’d never expect. he’s more 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 than he thinks can explain. “ thanks, man, ” it takes eddie a few moments to actually form words, almost embarrassed by how what steve’s said really struck him. all of it, but the ‘not when i need you’ really hangs in the back of his mind still. he swallows thickly and starts again, “ it helps - y’know? to at least not be ALONE in all this … shit, ” eddie sighs, head shaking and his hands move a little as he tries to express himself, “ i’ll try my best to keep it together for you, harrington, ” he manages to flash steve a more genuine smile, feeling some of the TENSION ease from him when the other man sat beside him. of course, he wants to be there for 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, but even when he feels like he’s losing his damn mind, he can’t resist a little light banter. “ i’ll hold off on fully losing my shit until we get through this,” if they do, he also thinks, “ it would probably be way more interesting with a buddy anyway … ”
with all due respect, eddie seems to be taking this entire situation a little better than any of them assumed. his reactions were real. something that spoke to steve on a personal level. what person in their right mind would see what they’ve seen and not lose their mind a little? what person wouldn’t run? he remembers running. a natural, human reaction. even now, when he faces the idea of going against whatever this world will throw at them again, he really wants to run from it. it would be easier to pack up and go somewhere else, to convince their family that maybe hawkins was a lost cause, but that’s not what they’re doing now. at the given moment, they’re geared up again, ready to wade through murky waters again, to deal with the demodogs that have made their reappearance in the nearby fields. and it’s eddie munson at his side now. what a turn of events.
his hand still rests on eddie’s shoulder for a few more minutes. the connection between them feels more important now. it feels grounding. when he moves away, it almost feels empty without it. steve climbs to full height again, pacing around the room in idle motion. anything to keep his mind from wandering down a dreadful path. you can’t stop and think about it too long. if you do, you run the risk of losing it. they walk this tightrope together now, teetering from each side, barely scraping by. somewhere in the distance, there’s an audible growl. hawkins hasn’t been the same since the gates open and everything began flowing through. people were scared. it’s the end of the world now. hell has opened it’s doors and let everything through.
steve stops pacing, realizing his mind is racing a little, and refocuses his attention on eddie. a surprising anchor. he clings to it, like some nearly drowned sailor in a sea of bullshit. instead of continuing a vicious circle, he offers him a hand up and off the couch. ❝ i guess there’s some kind of poetry in eddie munson and steve harrington losing their minds together, right? we make it out of this with our minds in tact, i’m gonna have to make you show me how to play that guitar the way you did. i feel like it’ll work wonders for my image, right? ❞ he’s only teasing. only joking. the last thing on his mind is impressing another woman, especially when his track record has been such complete and utter bullshit. especially because, maybe he’s realizing that, that’s not something he even wanted in the first place. ❝ steve harrington, sweeping people off their feet with a sick guitar solo. wouldn’t that be somethin’, huh? ❞
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𝙴𝙽𝙸𝚀𝙼𝙴 : 𝙴𝙳𝙳𝙸𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙾𝙽.
At some point this afternoon the humidity had really gotten to him. He had showered, laid down for a bit, felt gross, showered again and then repeated the cycle. Now Eddie is fully convinced that Hawkins is located in one of the circles of hell (which really isn’t a hard theory to support given how it is literally crawling with monsters and also split right down the middle). Somewhere during the second round of rinse and repeat, he got the idea of getting high enough to answer the weird messages about clogged up drains that Steve had left him. What an absolute geek.
But it doesn’t take him long to regret this decision, too. Because apparently humidity was (and still is) only the second reason why he’s bothered and warm. Steve is his personal purgatory. Eddie lies on his back in bed smoke clouding his judgement until he’s looselipped enough for a confession. When the phone goes silent after that he wishes loudly for the bed to swallow him whole. No more Eddie. No more Eddie who is ridiculously obsessed with a guy he’s kissed once (or like once, but multiple times that once.).
He falls asleep because it is either that or crying. The knock on his door jolts him awake. It only a few steps away, but he’s out of breath, anxious, immediately. He neatly fucking laughs at the fact that it is actually Steve on the other side. Eddie is about to make a comment. on how he’s too late and that everything had been smoked, but he’s caught off guard for the second time within the space of like a minute. Steve lips are on him and Eddie tries to figure out if he’s real or some kind of very vidid hallucination. He also wants to shut down his brain and enjoy this, whatever it is, without brain having a malfunction.
Eddie instinctively hauls Steve closer to him by gingerly wrapping an arm around him. His palm rests flat against his hip. He doesn’t mind being pinned to the door. “Steve,” Eddie breathes into his lips without making the effort to fully break away, “…hi.” Eddie feels like a kid, completely flustered by just a kiss.There are many things he could say and he can’t come up with anything better than hi.
the really had to stop meeting like this, huh? steve had a weird relationship with impulse decisions. sometimes, they worked magic for him. other times, he found that they paved the way for some of his WORST experiences. and yet, there’s no bitter taste of regret that fills his mouth. not when he kissed eddie at the party, not when he kissed eddie at the party again, and certainly not when he was kissing eddie now. so maybe this is one of those increasingly rare magic moments. one where he realizes that everything he’s been feeling is totally valid and not weird, right? they break away from the kiss, if only momentarily, and his hands stay planted on the sides of his face. there’s no running from this, not for either of them.
brows furrow when steve searches his face like some fortune hungry traveler. somehow, along the way, he just ends up staring into those big brown eyes. and maybe that’s one of his favorite things about him, the way he can see the world in another man’s eyes, or the way he feels those little butterflies in his stomach when eddie smiles at him. there’s a spark. one he’s never really felt before, not with nancy, not with all those other girls. this was something different. but, he knows it’s something good without fully being able to grasp at it.
❝ hey. ❞ the smile that pulls at the corners of his lips seems genuine. relief painted somewhere in the lines. once tense shoulders soften a little, relaxation being able to set after a particularly stressful drive here. one of steve’s hands lips from eddie’s cheek, only to find a new home at the back of his neck. without much warning, he pulls him in for another kiss. and another one. and another one. rapid fire enough to it almost seems a little rough for a second. but when he pulls back, it’s different this time. this time, he’s sure of all these unfamiliar feelings that have been settling inside of him.
❝ i guess i just wanted to be sure. sure that this wasn’t something appealing for the thrill of it. i guess ... i guess. i don’t know, man. there’s something about this, about you, about us. i just ... ❞ he has such a hard time spilling his guts out onto the floor. which is odd given how many times they’ve kissed, how many times they’ve wasted away their nights texting each other until morning light.
❝ i don’t know if this is just something you’re doing for the fun of it, or how this really works. really. i can lay it all out for you, though. i really, really like you, eddie. i battled with myself over it for a while because i don’t really know what i’m doing or what i want. but i know, i kinda want this. with you. ❞ there’s some birds chirping a nearby tree. it’s enough to ground him, to make him realize he’d just poured his feelings out on eddie’s doorstep in broad daylight. right where the neighbors can pull up their lawn chairs and enjoy the show.
#eniqme#𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧. a king without a crown.#me but drowning myself because coloring upside down caps for icons is insane
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@andscary said: my state of mind’s been dropping.
𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋. in some twisted turn of events, it arouses a sense of nostalgia. not because he truly missed it, but because he desperately missed what life felt like before it. steve pauses, leaning his weight against the door frame. it’s a level of concern that burns in his eyes, inherent worry that builds up inside of him, especially with people who become increasingly important. crossed arms unravel themselves as he moves across the room and settles next to the other man. the truth was: he could say anything and everything to comfort eddie now, but that didn’t change the fact that what happened, happened. how do you comfort someone who has just seen the otherworldly? stare straight into the abyss, only for it stare right back? he tries to reason with himself before speaking on the subject. it all feels like some never ending nightmare. no matter what, peace never stays long enough to go stagnant. and now, they’re facing something worse than anything that had come before it.
steve’s eyes focus on eddie, a hand instinctively reaches out, falling soft against his shoulder. a gentle squeeze of assurance. he’s not in this alone now. and he certainly wasn’t alone now, in this moment of vulnerability. ❝ LOOK, MAN. i know ... i know what you’re feeling here. like you’re losing your mind, like none of this is actually real. believe me, i’ve been there before. ❞ brows furrow, searching for some kind of understanding between them. ❝ but you’re not in this alone anymore, you’ve got us. you’ve got me. and i can’t have you losing it, not when i need you. maybe after everything calms down and we can just be normal people again. i’ll let you lose grip on reality for a little bit. maybe’ll i’ll lose my mind with you, buddy. ❞
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Get in loser, we’re going shopping (she may or may not be riding her bike right now)
❝ 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄? ‘cause this is EXACTLY how you don’t have a bike anymore. the minute i get on those handlebars, one of two things is going to happen. ONE: we actually make it. you try to peddle on and i block your view. we crash and burn. TWO: we don’t make it. the bike caves under our weight. we both wipe out. you don’t have a bike anymore either way. ❞
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#𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐌𝐄 : 𝙴𝙳𝙳𝙸𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙾𝙽.
Somehow Harrington’s— Steve’s— voice is loud enough to cut over the buzz of the room. It is impressive, really, that he resists the urge to speak in any shrill, the-music-is-too-loud kind of way or wave his arms at him like a maniac. Earth to Eddie. Eddie who has sprawled himself across a chair in the furthest corner of the room, pretending (and that’s the keyword here) to be more drunk (or stoned) than he really is. The best way to avoid confrontation.
“Ah,’ Eddie says, insincerely, through his teeth, a wide grin plastered on his face, “Just as I was starting to miss you.”
He is clearly unsuccessful in seeming too occupied to hold conversation. His bad luck. Conversations starting with any variation of ‘we have to talk’ usually haven’t ended well for him. Fuck it, if half of his brain doesn’t want to believe that Steve is there beat him up.
“Right.” He repeats, sitting up a bit straighter, looking over Steve’s shoulder rather than at him. He can vaguely make out Robin and Nancy, perched on the edge of the stairs, discussing something, whatever, he can’t make out (What is important is that they don’t seem like they are talking about them). His eyes flicker back to Steve who is very inconveniently towering over him, definitely not making things easier by looking like, well, Steve.
“Listen, dude, before you say anything… We don’t have to. It isn’t a big deal. I know you’re not…” He is too embarrassed to finish the sentence: “Just don’t wreck your pretty brains about it, okay? We’re cool.”
𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑: 𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬. a nice little party game invented with the sole purpose of finding an excuse to kiss anyone and everyone. he had entertained the idea, laughed about it actually, like he was still some highschool teenager, giddy at the prospect of maybe kissing nancy again. 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆. those old feelings never really die, do they? what he wasn’t expecting was eddie munson sauntering in, spinning that pretty little bottle, and locking lips with him. like a deer in the headlights, he sat there, wide-eyed and confused. not at the prospect of kissing another man, but the feelings that perked up inside of him. more of those old feelings. the kind that never die. the next few moments were a blur. there was laughter, there was more kissing, there was game after game after game. and through it all, steve remained caught in a moment long passed.
when it all fizzled out, eddie retreated to the corner of the room. steve moved in the opposite direction, tripping over what felt like foreign limbs to get to the kitchen. it was a good thing his dad was out of town again, right? another party, another celebration. for a few long moments, he leans against the island, nursing a bottle of cheap beer, hoping the burning feeling on his lips could be washed away, but it can’t. NO MATTER HOW MUCH HE DRINKS, NO MATTER HOW MUCH HE TRIES TO STIFLE THAT FEELING IN HIS GUT. somehow, steve manages to garner enough courage to face his demons. to approach this like an adult. did eddie feel the same way? that kiss wasn’t something casual. it meant something, didn’t it?
eddie’s response is dismissive. an attempt at affording him comfort. but it doesn’t answer those questions that dance at the tip of his tongue. there’s a half-assed smile pulling at the left corner of his lips. it’s a long, awkward for moments of him chewing at the inside of his cheek before he forces himself next to the other man, consuming any semblance of personal space between them. ❝ uh, no. i mean, i don’t know. it’s just ... ❞ there’s another excruciatingly long pause. he’s really dragging this one out.
❝ i mean, it’s just i don’t know what i am. and you’re telling me not to wreck my brains about it, but that kiss back there? it, uh ... it’s really wrecking my brains right now. but, it’s not just me, right? that wasn’t like a normal kiss, right? ❞ he’s rambling. nervous isn’t a good look for the infamous king steve and he knows it. so instead of torturing the both of them, he embraces being unpredictable and spontaneous and grabs eddie by the collar, pulling him close enough to kiss him again. this time he leads into it, with a hunger he’d never really known until now, and before it can get too heated, he pulls away. nervous again.
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make my doctors appointment for me 🔫
❝ YES, HELLO. i'm calling to confirm an appointment for my sister, she would like to get her test results for ligma. ❞
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There’s nothing to worry about.
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