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hairmetal666 · 1 year
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By the grace of Robin Buckley, Steve gets into college.
She's his first real friend and it's because he knows her, loves her, learned to be a better person from her, that he's able to smile politely and take the hand of his new roommate. His long-haired, tattooed, dressed in all black roommate, who has already put up dark and menacing posters of bands Steve has never heard of and a bedsheet banner with the words "Corroded Coffin" painted on the fabric.
"Eddie Munson," his roommate says.
"Steve Harrington."
"Good to meet you, roomie." Eddie smiles so big it makes dimples pop. It's a good look. "Parents on the way with the rest of your stuff?"
"Oh, er--just me, actually."
Eddie's smile doesn't waiver. "Need some help?"
Normally, Steve would say no, but he just spent the last hour unloading Robin's stuff. "That would be great, thanks."
So, they work together to get Steve moved in, and as they work, he learns more about his roommate. He is a weirdo, an oddball, fundamentally strange, but Steve can't help but be charmed.
Eddie puts on music, something aggressive with loud guitars and drums, and Steve unpacks. He pulls out a picture of himself with the kids during one of their game nights, displaying it carefully on his desk.
"Wait," his new roommate says. "You? And the dnd children?"
Steve laughs. "They're the kids I babysit. You play that nerd game?"
Eddie's nose wrinkles. Something in the back of Steve's mind notes that it's cute. "Nerd game? Dnd is So. Much. More. It's--it's storytelling and strategy and--" Eddie stops, blinking at Steve. "You're fucking with me, aren't you?"
"Little bit," Steve smiles.
"I can't believe you know dnd. That you babysit nerds. You look like such a jock," Eddie shakes his head in disbelief.
"I am a jock," Steve agrees. "And I love those dorky little shitheads. I tolerate the game."
"Steve Harrington. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"
"Guess so." The smiles they share are wide and sweet, bringing out Eddie's dimples in way that makes Steve long to touch.
After that, they're inseparable. Robin and Eddie and Steve. They study, eat, go to parties, hangout; anything, as long as they're together.
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Three weeks into the semester, as Steve gets dressed after swim practice, he pulls a shirt out of his bag that doesn't belong to him. It's a black tee, Metallica logo front and center. He chuckles, puts it on. It's soft from wear and smells of laundry detergent and Eddie--cigarettes and leather and some kind of sweet musk. The scent puts him at immediate ease.
He meets Robin and Eddie for lunch. They were early, already have their food and seats, so he walks over to drop off his backpack. Eddie gives him a bright, dimpled smile, but within seconds his mouth is falling open a little, the tips of his ears turning bright red.
"You alright, man?" Steve asks.
Eddie startles, grabs his cup, jamming the straw into his mouth to chew at the plastic."You're--my shirt?" he says.
"Oh, shit. Sorry. Grabbed it by accident. I'll wash it for you."
His roommate flushes pink. "N--no, you don't have to worry about it."
He wants to question Eddie further--he's being so weird--but Robin interrupts. "Dingus! Go get food. Hurry up!"
He does as he's told, but when he comes back, Eddie is even redder than before, and Robin has a wide smirk across her face.
"What is going on with you two?" He asks as he puts his tray down.
Neither of them answer, andEddie launches into a passionate re-telling of some music student drama, so Steve let's himself be distracted.
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It's mid-October and Steve's coming home from the gym, the one place that Robin and Eddie refuse to accompany him. As he nears his room, he hears music. It's not heavy metal, but something soft and slow and acoustic.
He tries to be quiet as he unlocks the door and enters, doesn't want to disturb Eddie, doesn't want him to stop playing. He never practices when Steve is home, says he doesn't want to be a bother with the noise.
Eddie's sitting on his bed, guitar in hand. There's a battered notebook open next to him, a pencil held between his teeth. He hums a bit, pauses to jot something down, and goes back to playing.
He looks beautiful, Steve thinks, bent over his guitar.
Steve is just about to announce himself when Eddie stops playing again. He writes something in the notebook before resting his head in his head. "Pathetic, Munson. Get it together," he mutters.
"Hi!" Steve says. It startles Eddie, who jumps and almost drops the guitar.
"Stevie!" Eddie stumbles to his feet. "I--uh--you're home!" His face is crimson.
"You're really good, man," Steve says. "I'd love to hear more sometime."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh," Eddie nods his head, grabbing for the notebook and slamming it closed. "Sure thing." He stuffs his feet into his Reeboks. "I gotta--I gotta go. Back soon."
Eddie stumbles out their door, notebook clenched firmly in hand.
He is so weird.
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In mid-November, Robin gets invited to a party by a cute girl. They all go.
Steve isn't trying to hook up. He hasn't slept with anyone since they started school, too caught up with Robin and Eddie. But there's a girl, wavy brown curls and wide green eyes (he has the fleeting thought that they should be deep brown, that it's wrong that they aren't), and she's smiling at him.
Flirting with her is easy.
He doesn't know what breaks his concentration, but he turns to face the rest of the room, eyes falling on Eddie. Eddie who is watching him, his deep brown eyes swimming with hurt, with anger.
It sends a shock of pure panic up his spine. "Eddie!"
Eddie turns on his heel, disappearing in the crowd. Steve follows, but by the time he navigates through the partygoers, his roommate is nowhere to be found. He hurries back to their dorm, heart pounding in his ears, mouth dry.
It's dark in the room, though, and for a second he thinks Eddie isn't home, after all. But he turns on the light, illuminates the rigid lump under Eddie's quilt.
"Eddie?" Steve says, voice soft.
He doesn't respond, though Steve can tell he's awake. He tries again, but Eddie curls deeper under his covers.
Steve spends the night wondering what he did to hurt Eddie so bad.
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They're back to normal after Thanksgiving. Steve is so relieved he doesn't even ask.
They stay up all night every night studying for finals. By the time Steve's last test rolls around, he's giddy and frantic. He grabs his textbook, shoves a notebook into his backpack, gets to the English building with just enough time to take a last look at his notes.
Only, he flips the notebook open and it's not his English notes. It's song lyrics.
Steve should close it. Put it back in his backpack. It's private. But he's already reading the lyrics written there. They're sexy. The song's about a guy, one Eddie seems to be totally gone for.
A line catches his eye, "need you on every surface in our room." He reads it again and again until the only thing he can see is the phrase, "our room." His whole body is warm, heat pooling, and he's chubbing up in his jeans in the middle of his English class.
Steve flips the pages, anything to get his mind off of that song, and that's when it hits him like a ton of bricks. All those weird moments--the t-shirt, the song, Steve flirting with a girl-- Eddie likes him.
Steve wants to rush to the dorm, wants to confess everything, even starts to stand, but--he has a final to take.
He makes himself close the notebook, but catches sight of another song as he does. It's a love song. It's plaintive and yearning and wanting. And every lyric is for him, about him, about things they did together. It's also unfinished, breaking off mid-way through the second verse.
He doesn't know how he missed it before, but as the professor hands out the test paper, Eddie is all he can think of.
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When he finally gets back to the room, he finds Eddie's frantic, hair frizzed around his skull. All his bedding is on the floor, the drawers of his wardrobe pulled open.
"Eddie?" Steve asks.
"Have you seen my notebook?"
"What?" Steve's heart drops.
"The black one? It's kind of beaten up?"
"I--uh, yeah. Sorry, Eds. Accidentally grabbed it on my way to class." He pulls his backpack from his shoulder, unzipping it.
"Did you--did you read it?" Eddie's voice shakes, his face painfully red.
Steve doesn't know what to say, what to do. He wants Eddie. Has for a long time, just hadn't been able to put it together. And he doesn't know how to fix what's spiraling out between them.
"Eddie," he says. Can think of nothing else, hopes his desperation is clear in his voice. "Please." He closes the distance between them, slowly, carefully. Cups Eddie's chin in his hand.
They stare at each other, Eddie's eyes wide with shock. Steve can feel the other man's breath on his face, smell the tobacco and sweet musk scent of him.
"Every surface of our room, huh?" Steve asks.
Eddie's cheeks flush. He turns away, bashful. "Something like that."
"And if I want it too?" Steve whispers.
The words hang between them for several beats, before they both move to close the lingering distance between them. Their mouths slip together, like it's nothing, like they do this all the time. Steve grasps at Eddie's curls, fists a hand into his t-shirt, totally lost to the rhythm of the kiss, the easy slip of Eddie's tongue in his mouth.
Eventually, the come up for air, both pink cheeked and panting.
"You're full of surprises, Steve Harrington." Eddie breathes.
"Just wait," Steve smirks, moves in to nip at Eddie's bottom lip. "We have so many surfaces."
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meteors-lotr · 9 months
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Bain: So what did you all do on your recent dates? Tauriel: Sigrid and I hiked a mountain to watch the sunset from the top Legolas: Aragorn and I went to a Renaissance fair Arwen: Wyn took me for a picnic in the woods Tilda: Tilda: I made Boromir come grave robbing with me
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doli-nemae · 6 months
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Three shapeshifters walk into McDonald's and immediately two of them start an argument about Happy Meal
Meet nuwisha Arthur (belongs to @clericnortke !!!), garou Max and ratkin Chris
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salbertwolf · 1 year
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Danganronpa 2 spoilers!
This game emotionally wrecked me i love this cast a lot
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"We may not know our future, but at least we have today"
I fucking LOVE this survivor gang I love them so much they're great they really said found family at the end huh
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Some of my OCs that I finally made heights for.
Rhyme She/her
Astra She/they
Fionn🏳️‍⚧️ He/him
Boobah🏳️‍⚧️ She/they/it
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marcusdoodlesalot · 6 months
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Day 24: Melting
Thank you for the help @breannasfluff, @themackenziemachine, and @grayfamily15 for helping me figure out stuff on this, it means a lot <333
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somewhat-bored · 1 year
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Everyone thinks that an interaction between TMBS kids and the Baudelaires from ASOUE would be cute, right? A bunch of orphans with oddly specific talents, quick wits, and extreme politeness. They'd be besties!
Wrong. Any interaction between them would somehow devolve into a conversation of which group has become more morally questionable.
Kate: We poisoned nearly every student at the Institute just so we could go through with our super secret agent plan.
Violet: That's cute, we set fire to a hotel full of people so they would avoid becoming infected by a deadly fungi.
Constance: I will insult you every other sentence with poetry if you annoy me.
Sunny: Just bite anyone who bothers you. It usually works for me.
Klaus: Do you ever look back and wonder if you're still the good, kind person you used to be?
Reynie: I used to ask myself if I was ever a good person at all.
Sticky: Well, our found family tropes last more than seven chapters. So I guess we're winning.
Klaus: ...I don't think you understand what this argument is about.
Sticky: I do. Our found family is extremely morally grey. I think being in close proximity to them for too long has made me forget several morals.
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osamusbigtits · 2 years
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suna would be so annoying on tiktok. he has a video where he shows atsumu and is like "imagine being this ugly" and then turns the phone to osamu and is like "why can't miya atsumu be as hot as that guy?" and the video cuts off because atsumu tackles suna
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000marie198 · 1 year
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Is ova tails in the Tails Squad?
Every canon Tails is in the Tails squad
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So in response to the day of unity being upon us shortly, I wondered what coven/track (not including the pussy's emperor's coven) would each side be in. So here's my thoughts :)
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Virgil: Oracle track
This was tough but I feel like Virgil would fit well in this track. He panics alot about the future and I think he'd like to know what is up ahead so he can best prepare for it. (Whether or not this helps is up for debate)
Logan: Potions and Plant Magic tracks
Potions is very methodical and science oriented and Logan would use the things he learns in Plant Magic to apply it in Potions for different effects.
Roman: Bard track
I feel like this is self explanatory
Patton: Beast Keeping and Healing
Patton's desire to help others and the compulsion to have as many beasts as legally possible are both strong forces and that's what lead to them being in both. They don't overlap in any helpful way (don't tell Bump), but Patton loves both tracks.
Remus: Beast Keeping
Remus is surprisingly good at Beast Keeping, and can handle even the most aggressive and feral beasts that no one else wants to deal with. Remus can relate to them.
Janus: Illusions track
:)
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nejitenotp · 1 year
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kiri and lo'ak are besties, fight me
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liquidstar · 6 months
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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fiendishartist2 · 6 months
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hold on i need to converse with my co counsel *turns to 15 yr old girl*
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vic394 · 1 year
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Girls don't want flowers, girls want a spinoff show about Rocket Raccoon and Nebula being roommates during the five years of the blip
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percyjackson-post · 2 months
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I wonder what people think when they see the big 3 boys hanging out casually. You can’t convince me they don’t do fun little family outings every once in a while when things aren’t so end of the world-ish. I just love to imagine them going out to a mall or a park just to hang out, and they keep getting glances from strangers because they seem like such an unlikely group. You’ve got Nico, who’s never not dressed in multiple-layered black outfits with at least 4 accessories; Percy, the skater boy, who is wearing the most atrocious combination of neon orange and a shocking amount of different shades of blue; and Jason, the golden retriever jock, who’s wearing gym shorts in 20-degree weather. Imagine passing them and seeing this group with such clashing outside personas, but the whole time they’re talking, there isn’t a beat of silence; it’s all inside jokes and lighthearted but confusing bickering. Seriously, why did the jock and the skater just tell the smallest one he needed to get his own flying horse if he wanted to keep up??? The big 3 kids just getting to be actual cousins means everything to me.
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literallycarrie · 10 months
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after all these years... i have them all
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