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crownrots · 3 days

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hattie’s thing went off the rails but whatever ig.

🦎 gecko springs — a nice little town that was always getting infested with those pests. not anymore, tho. it’s turned into a resort hub of sorts; cheap accommodations, good people, high acceptance rate (just don’t cause any trouble and don’t provoke the geckos tho bc they only have to deal with them once a year now), a mini trading scene.

🌵richard ‘ricky’ steele — the only authority figure in gecko springs, sherif of sorts. only got the job bc he’s seen as the person that did the most to clear the place out so they could live in relative peace. total pushover. loves music. family man. nice to everyone, but watch out.

🦂 reno steele — best friend and adopted brother. hot headed and charismatic. has expensive tastes, wears gecko hide boots. swindler. always on the run from someone or something. ricky’s right hand man, definitely the muscle. loves to start trouble.

🪳cricket — ghoul gal. pre war college student. super smart and super sharp. makes herself useful by hacking terminals, turrets and annoying robots, too old for this shit. owns the saloon / country store / inn. besties with reno.

🪙 aster ‘creed’ madden — baddie, but he has a good reason ig. despises ghouls. leader of the crusade. searching for his ghoulified son and tearing apart whoever stands in his way to do so. good guy gone bad. needs to reevaluate his life choices and move on.

#oc txt.#idk. it got crazy and i couldn’t stop so.#but anyway!#so much TJ lore to sift through bc he IS the ghoulified son creed is looking for.#no. hattie is not going to give him up. for anything.#very much you’ll have to kill me if you want him and creed is the kind to 🔫😁 okay.#gecko springs plays a big role bc that’s the one place hattie and tj stopped that was actually SAFE #other towns and settlements don’t want problems with the crusade so they tell ghouls to beat it #gecko springs will get ransacked by the crusade bc they have little spies everywhere #need to sit down and think beyond that tho.#hattie is still looking for the colony (or the collective of eden as ricky tells her it’s called)#but gets side tracked after ya know. her mom does and TJ gets snatched up by the crusade.#TJ > some people she’s never met obviously #even though i’m sure ricky — cricket — reno are definitely going to be like … siding with her to get him back idk yet. they need to #rebuild before the geckos see it as free real estate.#ricky and reno were also kids they used to run with dante’s little group of runaways / orphans #so. lore cross connection.

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dangaer · 11 months

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ok but real important character development question: can they catch the spiders or are they getting someone else to remove them?

#❛ 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ⧽ — ooc.#been thinking about this since saturday when it was 3am and some spider was staring me down ... safe 2 say. the spider won occupation of th #dining room<3 #IF I WAS TO DISCUSS WITH ... my main/poster boys #shin? oh a professional. maids sheep has him on standby #he lets people even see the spider before he lets it go if you're curious!#asra is indifferent.#if their company / the apprentice didn't like them then they would have inherited such a role. they usually do it quick with magic though.#aiji ... is not exactly /fond/ of the spider. but he's group dad. with mineo too scared to pick it up and takeru looking down with amusemen #planning on when he can pretend to throw it on mineo ... kageyuki and kei encouraging.#hes the one who solves the problem before it gets worse #gil is NOT a fan. but does it if his company cannot. he's trained himself on how to handle the situation better than he did in college #( aka getting claris to do it:') )#ayato is banned from spider duty because last time he tried catching one he destroyed one of reijis rooms because #he's confident until hes not ... which is when the spider runs back #(aka bo bur.nhams spider song here)#couldn't decide but ill do lucifer who is pretty similar to aiji. handles it BEFORE any stressful moments take place. he likes the #house of lamentation to STAY up for as long as possible.#dante? dante intimidates spiders for a living tbh. he SCREAMS the one guy who ends up doing it because no one else will #nicola would offer but it wouldn't be kind to the poor spider</3

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wyverncult · 2 years

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ALSO just binged the first dmc novel. LOVED it and also yeah vergil deserved to get waterboarded during his introduction

#can someone please tell me why there was a frantic ''no homo'' every single time grue and dante interacted #i loooved how goikeda wrote dante he provided a lot of emotional depth to him that i could not see in later installments at all #kind of wondering how a dmc franchise under kamiya would have gone #anyway BINGING ALL THE SIDE CONTENT before i move onto 5 :)#nearly done with the anime and when im feeling it ill read the second novel and potentially the 4 novel #also :( dante loves kids :(((#his interactions with patty and with grue's kids are soooo cute :'''''(.#dmitri's life #SORRY if this shows up in da tags

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gorgugplushie · 2 years

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the talos coded begavior THWYRE MY SELF INSERT DICKHEAAAD. THEYRE JUST ME IN SNAT MOTHERFUCKER

#asks #uhuh........ yeah i can see that #short convo w thee gf shes like why he shitting . im sorry hes never had shared intrest before #dante is like Fig wont SHIT WITH ME!! and i left call w bri so i could huntalos better. (jk its bc my mom is home. kind of

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realboutfatalfury · 2 years

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Ok I need to know (as I'm rewatching it rn) but if you've seen fatal fury the motion picture

ok i've seen the second one bc i stumbled upon it on youtube i didn't finish it so i don't have an opinion a proper opinion on it. that doesn't mean i have opinions however. i really liked the part where kim and his family were there :) my dearest beloveds <3 um i was watching the dub version and i think in one scene a guy went like "dude i saw your sister naked" something like that and i was like WHAT THE FUCK. i got bored of it later on into the movie and took a nap. i have a problem with terry and the "love interest" for this movie idk. just thought it was weird. but like i said i didn't finish it and maybe they did something else with it. i do really like the outfit andy was wearing when they went to that cave also mai's outfit was kind of cute at the start. i wanted to go back to watch it but then it got removed from youtube so i never did </3 i should seriously finish it tho and watch the other motion pictures (i don't remember if there are more other than the first and second one..)

#asks #uppertwist #i'm like soooo picky about how terry is portrayed sometimes i got pissed at this movie o(-<#but maybe my opinions will change once i watch it again....maybe #thank you for the ask twist!#i talked about this before but giving terry a love interest besides blue mary makes me kind of pissed lol #it just feels so forced or something.....#i'd like to think of terry like he's one of those protagonists that don't know what sex is (ex: dante....kiryu of yakuza....doom guy....)#ough idk that's just a me thing #oh the plot of the movie was kind of boring to me as well. like there were aliens and shit and i was like.#sigh idk idk...#we'll see if i ''rewatch'' it

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mcmansionhell · 3 months

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we've found it folks: mcmansion heaven

Hello everyone. It is my pleasure to bring you the greatest house I have ever seen. The house of a true visionary. A real ad-hocist. A genuine pioneer of fenestration. This house is in Alabama. It was built in 1980 and costs around $5 million. It is worth every penny. Perhaps more.

Now, I know what you're thinking: "Come on, Kate, that's a little kooky, but certainly it's not McMansion Heaven. This is very much a house in the earthly realm. Purgatory. McMansion Purgatory." Well, let me now play Beatrice to your Dante, young Pilgrim. Welcome. Welcome, welcome, welcome.

It is rare to find a house that has everything. A house that wills itself into Postmodernism yet remains unable to let go of the kookiest moments of the prior zeitgeist, the Bruce Goffs and Earthships, the commune houses built from car windshields, the seventies moments of psychedelic hippie fracture. It is everything. It has everything. It is theme park, it is High Tech. It is Renaissance (in the San Antonio Riverwalk sense of the word.) It is medieval. It is maybe the greatest pastiche to sucker itself to the side of a mountain, perilously overlooking a large body of water. Look at it. Just look.

The inside is white. This makes it dreamlike, almost benevolent. It is bright because this is McMansion Heaven and Gray is for McMansion Hell. There is an overbearing sheen of 80s optimism. In this house, the credit default swap has not yet been invented, but could be.

It takes a lot for me to drop the cocaine word because I think it's a cheap joke. But there's something about this example that makes it plausible, not in a derogatory way, but in a liberatory one, a sensuous one. Someone created this house to have a particular experience, a particular feeling. It possesses an element of true fantasy, the thematic. Its rooms are not meant to be one cohesive composition, but rather a series of scenes, of vastly different spatial moments, compressed, expanded, bright, close.

And then there's this kitchen for some reason. Or so you think. Everything the interior design tries to hide, namely how unceasingly peculiar the house is, it is not entirely able to because the choices made here remain decadent, indulgent, albeit in a more familiar way.

Rare is it to discover an interior wherein one truly must wear sunglasses. The environment created in service to transparency has to somewhat prevent the elements from penetrating too deep while retaining their desirable qualities. I don't think an architect designed this house. An architect would have had access to specifically engineered products for this purpose. Whoever built this house had certain access to architectural catalogues but not those used in the highest end or most structurally complex projects. The customization here lies in the assemblage of materials and in doing so stretches them to the height of their imaginative capacity. To borrow from Charles Jencks, ad-hoc is a perfect description. It is an architecture of availability and of adventure.

A small interlude. We are outside. There is no rear exterior view of this house because it would be impossible to get one from the scrawny lawn that lies at its depths. This space is intended to serve the same purpose, which is to look upon the house itself as much as gaze from the house to the world beyond.

Living in a city, I often think about exhibitionism. Living in a city is inherently exhibitionist. A house is a permeable visible surface; it is entirely possible that someone will catch a glimpse of me they're not supposed to when I rush to the living room in only a t-shirt to turn out the light before bed. But this is a space that is only exhibitionist in the sense that it is an architecture of exposure, and yet this exposure would not be possible without the protection of the site, of the distance from every other pair of eyes. In this respect, a double freedom is secured. The window intimates the potential of seeing. But no one sees.

At the heart of this house lies a strange mix of concepts. Postmodern classicist columns of the Disney World set. The unpolished edge of the vernacular. There is also an organicist bent to the whole thing, something more Goff than Gaudí, and here we see some of the house's most organic forms, the monolith- or shell-like vanity mixed with the luminous artifice of mirrors and white. A backlit cave, primitive and performative at the same time, which is, in essence, the dialectic of the luxury bathroom.

And yet our McMansion Heaven is still a McMansion. It is still an accumulation of deliberate signifiers of wealth, very much a construction with the secondary purpose of invoking envy, a palatial residence designed without much cohesion. The presence of golf, of wood, of masculine and patriarchal symbolism with an undercurrent of luxury drives that point home. The McMansion can aspire to an art form, but there are still many levels to ascend before one gets to where God's sitting.

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a-passing-storm · 3 months

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I don't want to sleep because I have a D&D session early in the morning and it's Too Soon!!! It's like when I don't want to sleep the day before a test.

#every time i post abt d&d procrastination there's the mandatory I Swear I Love DMing I DO!!! I DO LOVE DMING!!!#i'm just... nervous. my plans are usually 6 pages tops but tomorrow's session is 15 pages because a lot of it is #Lore They Might Find At The Library but i'm worried that they'll rush through the library bit in which case... i dunno!#this party hasn't met in like... over 3 months. i'm a little nervous about starting back and such yk? i feel like i should plan more before #i sleep but i know i won't. which means i should just sleep.#see rambling helps me work my brain out sometimes. hi. okay. i'm going to go to sleep. and tomorrow inshaallah my session will be great :D #dante dicit #d&d #might delete #dungeons and dragons #<- look in my head it made sense that this went on my main and not my dnd blog

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mzannthropy · 6 months

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I've been wondering how they will tackle the younger/older Edmond Dantes in this new The Count of Monte Cristo series. This will become a moot point eventually, bc we will find out, but it's a long time to go, they're still filming and nothing stopping us from indulging in a bit of speculation.

I don't think any of the existing Monte Cristo adaptations used a different actor for the younger Edmond, but seeing this is a mini series and they will be able to cover more of the book, they might do so. While the ageism around Sam Claflin on Daisy Jones and the Six was fucking disgusting, nobody, to my knowledge, is claiming that Sam should play a 19 year old. So it's possible they have cast a younger actor to play the 19yo Edmond (also Mercedes and Fernand), but it is equally possible the actors will be the same, with some clever use of make-up or other effects. It can go either way. I don't need to tell you what my preference is! Although I am more of a quality over quantity when it comes to Sam--I'd rather have less of him but good--in the case of Monte Cristo, I'd like to see Sam also as the young Edmond. It would just be a perfect way for Sam to showcase his range. Young Edmond was idealistic and naïve, plus that reunion with his dad was so sweet and emotional. Then he transforms into the darker character when he begins his quest for revenge, so seeing him go through all that would be an absolute treat!

Also I think the audience would get more attached to the characters if they were played by the same actors.

So that's it, that's my thoughts. If anyone cares, tell me what you think.

#sam claflin #samblogging #the count of monte cristo #i don't expect to see it before 2025 #edmond dantes #they could use younger actors for one episode #i mean djats did that. but in their case they were like teenagers #and they only did it for half an episode #i trust the production to get it right #i'm never negative in advance. i always give everyone a chance. until they disappoint me #mypost

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hairmetal666 · 10 months

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The note shows up in Eddie's mailbox cubby on Valentine's Day.

It's nothing fancy, loopy cursive handwriting on lined paper:

"I know this is probably silly but I can't go another day without saying it, and today seems appropriate for this kind of confession. Seeing you in the morning is the best part of my day. You're so gorgeous it leaves me breathless. I hope you don't mind if I don't leave my name. Just wanted you to know that you're beautiful."

His eyes fill with tears that he blinks back, a goofy smile stretching his mouth wide.

"You good there, Munson?" Robin Buckley asks.

"Oh, yup, yeah, all good." He laughs. "Just got one of those 'you're my favorite teacher Mr. Munson!' notes."

He squeezes the letter to his chest before slipping it in his pocket.

---

The worst thing about Eddie's new job is that someway, somehow, Steve-fucking-Harrington works here too. PE teacher, JV basketball coach, of-fucking-course. Once a douchebag jock, always a douchebag jock. What makes it all worse is that he's still the prettiest guy Eddie's ever seen.

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The first week of March, there's a commotion in the hallway that has him rushing out of his room, ready to breakup a fight. He finds Harrington already there, holding Dustin Henderson and Will Byers by their shoulders. Troy Walsh and James Dante stand across from them, wearing matching snarls.

Of course Harrington is picking on little nerd kids; he knew it. But before he steps forwards to break it up, Steve speaks, voice low and angry. "You want to tell me what happened here, Troy?"

"Byers tripped. He really should watch where he's going," Troy says. James laughs.

Steve's glare goes even more icy, more disdainful (it's so fucking hot, Eddie hates it). "You want to take that again? And try being honest this time, or you're suspend from the team."

Troy splutters for long enough that Eddie finally notices Will's stricken face, the sketchpad and snapped colored pencils littering the linoleum.

"I saw you take those things from Will, and unfortunately, I'll have to call your parents and you will be responsible for purchasing a new sketchbook and pencils. You're also benched for the next four games."

The boys shout, but when Steve raises a hand they quiet immediately. "You want to complain more, or do you want it to be five games?"

"No, sir," they answer before scampering off.

Harrington faces Dustin and Will. "You boys okay?" he asks them.

"We're good, Mr. H," Dustin answers.

"Glad to hear it." Steve begins collecting Will's ruined belongings, stops to study one of the drawings.

"This is really good, Will."

Will flushes. "Thanks. It's my character for dnd,"

"Dnd? That's that game that El and Max are always talking about? With the character sheets and the dice?"

"Yeah!" says Dustin. "You know it?"

Steve's smile is a little bashful, and it tugs at Eddie's heart in a way he has to ignore. "Not much. Just from what the girls have said. You want to tell me about it?"

"Really?" Their eyes light up.

"Really. You can stop by the gym during lunch. Only if you want to, though."

"Cool," says Dustin.

He pats them both on the shoulder, and they hurry away, leaving Steve and Eddie suddenly alone.

Eddie should head back to his class, hasn't been needed in this situation at all, really, but before he can disappear, Steve spots him and his eyes widen.

"You need something, Munson?" Steve's cheeks go a faint pink.

He shakes his head, feels wrong-footed. "Uh, that was really cool what you did just there."

"They're really good kids," Steve says. "I know them a little. Used to babysit El Hopper." He slides his hands into the pockets of his khakis and, seriously, fuck Harrington for looking like that in a pair of Dockers.

"Babysitter, Harrington? Never thought I'd see the day. Or that you'd be the one defending a bunch of nerds," Eddie says. He means it teasing, but Steve's face warps into a frown.

"Y--yeah, I guess. I mean. I'm trying not to be that guy anymore, and Robin's really helped--"

"Shit, man, I'm sorry. That's not what I meant, at all--"

"--I feel terrible about all that shit I pulled back in school. That King Steve stuff? I was awful and you didn't deserve--"

"Steve!" Eddie cuts him off. "I forgive you. For everything." He looks down at his shoes. "For all I didn't want to believe it, you really have changed."

They're both pink faced now, avoiding each other's eyes. "Thanks," Steve says. "I should get going, but--for the future-- I really wouldn't mind--um--trying to be friends."

The grin that passes across Eddie's face is huge. "Yeah, Harrington, I'd like that."

Eddie has to run to make it to his classroom on time. He passes Dustin and Will and the rest of their gaggle of friends, rushing them along, but forgets all about it as he steps in front of his third period juniors.

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He and Steve are...friendly now. They chat, they joke, they share smiles that have Eddie's heart beating too fast even though it's not like that. Turns out Steve is kind and funny (a little bit of a bitch too, but in a way that ties Eddie's stomach in knots), and a hell of a teacher.

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His freshman are in small groups, peer-reviewing an essays, when Max Mayfield catches his eye. She's one of his favorite students and absolute trouble.

"What's up, Mayfield." He asks.

"Are you friends with Mr. Harrington?" She asks.

He chuckles. "Sure, Max, we're friendly enough. Why?"

She narrows her eyes, like she knows he's not being totally honest. "Oh, nothing. He just talks about you all the time."

He's blushing horribly and Max, and all of her friends, smirk up at him. "He does?" He chokes out.

"Mmhmm," Lucas Sinclair says. "Says he thinks you're really cool."

"Definitely one of the best teachers here," Mike Wheeler adds.

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Okay, very funny, guys. How're your essays going?"

They answer, but before Eddie goes to help another group, Will says, "he really does like you, Mr. Munson. A lot."

El nods earnestly up at him. "It is true," she says. "I know him."

"Thanks, kids. I'll keep that in mind." He gives them a smile, tries not to let their words get to him. When he reaches the next group, though, he notices his hands are shaking.

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Gifts start turning up in Eddie's cubby. It starts with a bag of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies from his favorite bakery. There's a small note that says "from your secret admirer," on the packaging. Every two weeks or so, something new shows up in his little mailbox; a woven friendship bracelet, a yellow rose, Hershey kisses, a delicately painted dnd figure that gives Eddie a small crisis because it's his own bard character, an Iron Maiden cassette, a bag of dice that almost brings him to genuine tears.

Eventually, he gets another note. This one is typed and reads: "I would love to have coffee with you 11am this Saturday at the Cafe on Main Street."

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He walks into the cafe at 10:50am, wearing his favorite pair of ripped black jeans and a burgundy button-down, his hair pulled into a loose bun. He doesn't recognize anyone there.

Eddie gets in line, studies the menu, and the little bell above the door rings. He whips towards the sound to find none other than Steve Harrington in little wire rim glasses, a butter colored sweater, and jeans the man must have painted on, Jesus Christ. Honestly, the whole thing is enough to give Eddie a coronary (and to, embarrassingly, chub up in his own tight jeans).

"Steve?" He asks. He's overwhelmed with the (stupid, stupid) hope that it's been Harrington all along. "What are you doing here?"

"Henderson asked me to meet him. He around?"

"Uh, no?" Eddie feels heat creeping up his throat.

Steve shakes his head, as though he expected as much. "You alone? We could grab drink."

"I can't believe this." Eddie hides his face in his hands, knows it's gone horrifyingly crimson.

"What's wrong?"

"My secret admirer told me to be here now, so we could meet," Eddie's misery slices through his words. "I'm such an idiot."

"I--your--what?" Steve stammers.

He gathers himself enough to look Steve in his hazel eyes and ask, "I'm assuming it wasn't you leaving notes and gifts for me at work?"

And he expects Steve to say no. To laugh and ask why he'd ever do something like that, but instead, instead he flushes a deep red. "O-only one note."

"What?"

"I, uh," Steve clears his throat. "I left you a note. On Valentine's Day. I--we weren't friends yet, and I wanted you to know how much I liked you. It's --uh--it's pretty silly, huh? Robin's--"

"Steve," Eddie interrupts. He's going to tell Steve that he reads the note often enough that he has parts memorized; that it's the kindest thing anyone has done for him, but what he says instead is, "Dustin Henderson told you to meet him here at 11?"

"Yeah. Said he had something to show me."

Eddie remembers running into Will and Dustin and their friends that day in the hall, the weird conversation in class, the dice and the miniature. Something must click for Steve at the same time because his mouth drops, blush getting somehow deeper.

"Oh my god. Henderson! I'm gonna kill him. They figured out I had a crush on you."

"They WHAT?" Eddie says, loud enough that several looks are aimed their way.

"I'm so, so sorry, Eddie. Holy shit, this is so humiliating. You have to believe me, I had no idea they were doing this. God, I'm really starting to think it is possible to die from embarrassment."

"You have a crush on me," Eddie says instead of any of the dozens of helpful things he could say.

"Um. Yes?"

Eddie takes a deep breath, straightens his spine, and asks, "You wanna have coffee with me?"

"I'd really like that." Steve's return smile is so beautiful, it makes Eddie weak.

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Eddie Munson is making out with Steve Harrington in the backseat of Steve's BMW. He and Steve spent the day together. They've kissed for so long that the sun has set, both of their lips are swollen, their skin red from stubble, and Eddie is nowhere near ready for the night to end.

Steve breaks away, gently pulling their mouths apart, but arms still tight around Eddie. "Hey, what kind of gifts were they giving you anyway? The kids?"

"Oh," Eddie blushes. "Uh, cookies, a dnd mini, lots of candy, a set of dice."

"Oh my god," Steve says, he pulls a little more away. "Oh my god, I'm going to kill her, Jesus Christ."

"Who are are you killing, sweetheart?"

Steve groans. "Robin. She was helping them. We found a set of dice at this little bookstore and she told me to get them for you, and--" he breaks off with a helpless, frustrated noise.

Eddie doesn't mean to, but he starts to giggle.

"It's not funny!" Steve says.

That only makes Eddie laugh harder. "Your best friend," he squeaks. "And a group of literal children set us up. That's hilarious, Harrington."

Steve's mouth drops and for a second Eddie thinks he'll be upset, but then he's giggling too, his whole face crumpling into it.

Steve pulls Eddie close once the laughter subsides, his eyes trained on Eddie's lips.

"We could pretend we didn't get together," Eddie manages to say.

"What, like, make them think they failed?"

"Yeah. We could tell them I got stood up, but you and I hung out. Had a bro day."

Steve giggles again, and it's the best sound Eddie's ever heard. "I'm absolutely on board with this plan, but you should definitely kiss me some more."

"Oh, yeah?" Eddie asks, his voice low. "And what'll I get out of it?"

"Why don't you get over here and see."

As if Eddie could turn down an invite that enticing. He slides a hand behind Steve's head, drawing him in, and they're kissing like they never stopped. It only been a few hours, but Eddie knows--without a doubt--he's already head over heels.

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