#shook @ this gifset

[atlantis-area]

TAEMIN - The 5th Mini Album ‘ETERNAL‘ Trailer: Motion ver. [X]

[emblazons]

"If you touch her again, I will kill you. Again."

STRANGER THINGS SANS VISAGES S04E09 - The Piggyback (Part I of II)

[kpopgifzz]

#HappyBaekhyunDay 🐶🥳

[actualfucking]

Mobb Deep "Shook Ones Pt. II" (1995)

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(Inspired by the gifset linked below)

[gwensy]

i need one of you to euthanize me ive gotten to the my ribcage is collapsing in on itself and my jaw is agape stage of i need that fictional guy in a salad spinner

[quinnigallagherjones]

HOW AM I MEANT TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS I HAVEN'T EVEN WATCHED THE EPISODE YET AND I WON'T BE ABLE TO UNTIL TONIGHT OH MY FUCKING GOD BRO THEY DID IT THEU ACTUALLY DID IT

[camelspit]

i dont think the world could handle the sheer power that ninjago would wield if it wasnt lego animated..

[rodeoromeo]

Trent Crimm truly is one of the sexiest motherfuckers to ever . To ever

[vanmarkus]

like sun on my skin (so this is love, i know it is) [ao3]

bucktommy | 9.6k | Explicit

“Evan? Is something wrong?” “N-no, not- not wrong. The opposite, actually.” He pushed himself away from the counter, putting his bottle down on the countertop with a dull clink.  “Okay.” Tommy said, though it sounded more like a question than anything. “Tell me.” “I- uh” Buck hesitated. He had a vague idea about what he wanted to tell Tommy, but how to tell him… That was a trickier question. Because the words Buck wanted to use seemed too fast and too big for the small space between them. So instead, he shook his head as if he was trying to get water out of his ears, chasing the thoughts away for now. “W-why don’t you stay the night? It’s pretty late and we don’t have a shift tomorrow, we could sleep in.” “Mm, that so?” Tommy leaned in to give a small kiss to his cheek, while skillfully hooking his fingers into Buck’s belt loops to tug him in closer. “Sleeping? That’s what you had in mind?” “Among other things.” Or Buck goes through the usual stages of saying ‘I love you’.

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corresponding gifset 💌

[whumplist]

BLACK OUT (2024) Whump List

Synopsis:

Two 19-year-old girls were brutally murdered. The bodies were abandoned and could not be found anywhere inside the warehouse, scattered with blood. The only suspect was their friend. He was drunk on the night of the incident. He doesn’t recall a single memory. No memories of committing a murder. No memories of not committing a murder either. The boy had become a young adult by the time he was released from prison in 11 years. He wished to pursue a quiet life… But another murder flips the village. A white bone carcass has been discovered. The real devil is hiding somewhere within the seemingly peaceful village. Who’s the real devil? (Source: Hulu)

⚠️ MAJOR CONTENT WARNING FOR SUICIDE AND SEXUAL ASSAULT — Context for CW at bottom of list in red text. ⬇️

Whumpee: Goh Jeong-woo (played by Byun Yohan)

➤ BONUS: Hyeon Geon-oh

Have mercy, this is only my second attempt at a whumplist. Let me know if I missed anything important!

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Some notes:

※ The elipses (…) represent a scene change.

※ The way this drama is formatted, sometimes scenes at the end of an episode will not only be continued in the next episode or recapped, but the entire scene will be shown again in its entirety; in this case, it will be represented in this list as [scene continued: x, y, z] with x, y, and z being things that occurred both in the previous episode and the current one.

※ And finally, the links are to gifsets on Tumblr!

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➤ Goh Jeong-woo

01: grabbed, violently woken up, restrained, crying … crying, hit in head … handcuffed, interrogated, sleep deprivation … sleep deprivation … crying, amnesia, restrained … crying, restrained, held against ground … injured … imprisoned … crying … harassed (food tray kicked over on him), lightly slapped, bullied (made to eat food off floor) … crying … injured, bullying (food tray knocked over), attacked (blanket thrown over head and knocked to the ground), ganged up on, kicked repeatedly, punched, stepped on … injured ("Did they beat you?") … crying, grasping at chest, ("Please don't kill me.") thrown to ground, kicked … crying … attacked, ganged up on, punched … ganged up on, collapsed, in pain … injured (face covered in cuts and bruises), suicide attempt (slit wrist) … harassed, kicked repeatedly, ganged up on, dragged up, punched repeatedly, bleeding from mouth, grabbed at … fighting … scarred back shown … crying, grieving … grabbed, shook, pushed … shoulder-checked, fighting … [flashback: hit in head] … crying

02: tantrum, crying … slapped, crying, bottle smashed on his head, bleeding, startled, flinches, watery eyes ("Are you alright?" "No.") … grabbed, shook … grabbed … shoved

03: shoved … grabbed, slapped … crying ��� crying, screaming/wailing … crying, grabbed, manhandled, out of it, slapped, punched repeatedly, bleeding from mouth, gun pulled on him

04: [dream: crying] [scene continued: crying, grabbed, manhandled, out of it, slapped, punched repeatedly, bleeding from mouth, gun pulled on him] manhandled, helped up, helped to walk, bleeding from mouth ("Are you all right?") … manhandled, shoved, grabbed, punched, knocked into table, begging, crying, grabbed … chair kicked … pushed

05: grabbed … crying … flinches … grabbed … watery eyes … held at gunpoint

06: [scene continued: held at gunpoint] shot at, pistol-whipped … cared for (bandaged + sleepover) … slapped … concern for him, treated at hospital … grabbed, manhandled

07: [flashback: pushed, grabbed, punched, kicked, shoved down] attacked from behind, pot smashed on his head, knocked out, bleeding from head, worry for him (phone call) … loaded into ambulance, unconscious, bleeding from forehead, taken to hospital … treated, diagnosed with malnutrition … grabbed, shoved down … crying

08: crying, grabbed, restrained, shook, crying, punches wall, lightly punched in chest … shoved, hit by a car

09: unconscious in hospital … wakes up in hospital, tries to stand, legs give out, pulls out iv, runs outside barefoot while injured and dressed as a hospital patient … crying, manhandled, held against wall … hit in chest ("Are you alright?")

10: worry for him ("Eat up … This is his first meal today, right?")

11: shoved … crying, pushed

12: [scene continued: crying, pushed] crying … despondent … worry for him (downloads phone tracking app)

13: [flashback: crying] flinches back, hugged without consent, crying, pressured into drinking alcohol … drugged, dizzy, falls over, unconscious … unconscious, carried (piggyback) … unconscious, manhandled … kissed on mouth without consent while unconscious … unconscious, worry for him, checking his pulse ("Is Jeong-woo okay?") … wakes up, flinches ("You're safe now."), worry for him ("How is he? Is he okay?"), needs help sitting up … crying

14: worry for him, brought to hospital, lightly manhandled (led by hand around wrist), hand injury … crying … betrayal, watery eyes … crying, hit in head and on back with an easel, struggling to get up … breaks into a burning room, coughing … [flashback montage: restrained (handcuffed), manhandled, crying, interrogated, sleep deprivation, held against ground, harassed, beaten, fighting, injured, crying, distressed, begging, held at gunpoint, bleeding from mouth, hit over head with pot, collapsed, bleeding from forehead, crying, punching wall, kissed without consent while unconscious, etc] … crying … hug :) … object bounced off head (comedic)

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➤ Hyeon Geon-oh

01–05: nothing

06: drink slapped out of hand, shook … passed out drunk … drunk, crying, stumbling … drunk, stumbling, hysterical laughter … stumbling, drunk, hysterical laughter, legs give out, grabbed, almost falls over, is caught, helped to walk, manhandled, grabbed at ("Don't touch me.") … crying, almost falls over, is caught … crying … crying

07: [flashback: fighting] drunk, almost falls over, is caught, helped to walk, vomiting … [scene continued: crying] … manhandled, knocked to ground, knocked into table, hits his head, knocked out, carried while unconscious (piggyback) … crying, grabbed, dragged, locked in attic, claustrophobia, crying

08: nightmare, minor hallucination, withdrawal (alcoholism) … drunk, slaps himself, crying … hallucinating … slaps himself, crying … scratching arm, crying … crying … grabbed … suicide (hanging)

09: suicide (hanging) [flashback: crying, grabbed, shoved against wall, restrained] funeral [flashback: held against wall]

10: [flashback: held against wall, grabbed, crying]

11–14: nothing

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Suicide CW:

The protagonist repeatedly tells people to kill him, has little self-preservation, and slits his wrist at one point in the first episode; it is later self-described as a suicide attempt. Another character, not the protagonist, commits suicide; it is shown in episodes 8 and 9. Episode 13 also contains a staged suicide, and in episode 14 a character attempts suicide but is rescued.

Sexual Assault CW:

One of the murder victims is raped and while we see the lead-up and the aftermath, the actual act is not shown. The sexual assault is, however, discussed repeatedly throughout the drama, particularly after the body is found and autopsy performed in episode 6. The actual scene isn't shown until episode 8, after which it is shown multiple more times in flashbacks.

[frankencanon]

커넥션 | Connection (2024) Whump List

Synopsis:

One day, Jang Jae Gyeong, a ten-year detective of Anhyeon's narcotics unit, becomes forcibly addicted to drugs by someone. Although he denies being a user and claims he's an officer who arrests those who do, his mind and body unknowingly deteriorate due to the drug, which is new and unknown to the police. Oh Yoon Jin is a reporter for the Anhyun Economic Daily. She met Jae Gyeong at Jeogang High School. Right after returning to work after one month, she witnesses a woman die in front of her from using drugs. Yoon Jin chases the drug case for a scoop and becomes entangled with Jae Gyeong again. Geumhyung Group's vice-chairman, Won Jong Soo, and Anhyun's prosecutor, Park Jun Seo, are two who could be involved in the case. Due to the drugs, an evil connection intertwined with 50 million dollars starts to form and corrodes their high school friendship. Who could the drug lord be to confront Jae Gyeong, who declares retribution at the end of the battle, and who will come out the victor?

Whumpee: Jang Jae Gyeong (played by Ji Sung)

No one else has a made a whumplist for Connection yet (that I've found anyway), so this is my attempt… Have mercy, this is my first time making a whumplist and it's possible I missed or forgot to mention some stuff.

[SPOILER WARNING] ⚠️

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※ The links are to gifsets on Tumblr and official YouTube videos by Kocowa!

※ Spoiler warning for the videos especially!

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01: kidnapped, drugged, amnesia, hurt, disoriented, collapsed, weak, legs give out (caught), fighting, knocked out, vomiting, upset, sweating, dizzy, head injury, panicked, confused, shaky hands, collapsed, hospitalized, etc (a LOT)

02: hiding in closet, manhandled (CCTV footage), grabbed by the shirt and shoved against a wall, grabbed by the shirt again, shoved, grabbed

03: dizzy, falls over, collapsed, sweating, helped to walk, fainted, unconscious, drug addiction reveal, drug addiction, repeatedly bodyslams door, ill, out of breath, weak, helped to walk, pale, dizzy, asked if ok, asks for medicine, collapses, drug addiction, faints

04: drug addiction, panics, hits head on door, confused, disoriented, amnesia, upset, flashbacks, tantrum, distressed, paranoid, flashbacks

05: slapped in face with shoe covers (?), distressed, screaming, flashbacks, crying, sobbing

06: dizzy, stumbling, ill, kicked, knocked down, held down/restrained, drugged (injection), fighting

07: discussion about addiction, collapsed on floor (flashback)

08: out of breath, asks for help getting medication/diet pills

09: out of breath, has to take more diet pills to bide/manage addiction

10: dizzy, leaning on wall, out of breath, flashbacks to kidnapping

11: takes more diet pills, withdrawal, dizziness/lightheadedness, falls to the floor at bottom of stairs, falls to knees, more withdrawal, panting, almost takes drugs, crying?? red/watery eyes, tired? faint? takes more diet pills, weak, collapses punching someone, gets punched and knocked to the floor, can't get up, grabbed by the lapel and shook

12: weak (can't open water bottle), withdrawal, catatonic, wheezing, upset, screams, watery eyes, fighting, screaming

13: kicked several times, minor fender bender, withdrawal, shaky hands, arrested for drugs, upset, crying

14: discussion of addiction, collapsed and drugged (CCTV), upset, manhandled/dragged (CCTV), crying

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Edit: I made a whump sideblog! Link here:

[shiningclown69]

HOLY SHITTT RUS THANK YOU!!!!! 😭😭😭😭

My babies....(tattoos this into my brainspace)

Brandon and Riven in season 1 for @shiningclown69!

[perdidosbucky-yyo]

Find the joy

Drabble

Pairing: Mechanic!Steve Rogers x Reader (no mention of body type or ethnicity)

Summary: When it rains it pours.

Warnings: angsty angst, serious money problems, implied sick parent and I think that's it, pls let me know if I missed something <3

a/n: i saw this gifset by @meidui and Steve's sad lil face unleashed this 😭 sometimes it's hard not having enough money to live comfortably guys, taking the bus every day, buying the cheapest brand at the grocery store, seeing my mom cry bc she can't quit the job she hates, sigh... it was nice to imagine going through it with Steve :')

wc: 1.1k

When you were younger you always assumed once you met that person who is supposed to love you as you are, always and forever, life's problems would cease to exist, because you found the love of your life.

After your first heartbreak, you realized you were sorely mistaken, you felt stupid for ever believing that fairytale.

Life is cruel and often unfair, whether it was the environment or politics, the world kept on letting you down, your whole life you worked hard for the bare minimum, your mother worked two jobs to pay for college, while watching others live life just a bit easier, or at least not worrying if they could afford groceries that week.

Despite your differences, you were grateful for having a strong mother, she taught you to find joy in the mundane and to never allow your worries to overpower your spirit for too long, because there is joy in the world, the trick is to find it.

For a long time, after countless jerks and disappointments, you thought love was just a glorified infatuation, maybe your career was enough... you'd make it be enough.

But one early morning, on your way to a job interview, your mother's car broke down, but as tears were already staining your freshly steamed blouse, you realized you had the card for a mechanic, the best one in the city according to your sister.

After calling, you expected the Mario bros but instead, the most beautiful men you'd ever seen in your life drove in, while the 6'0'' brunette checked out your car, you felt weirdly comfortable enough to sob about your missed opportunity to the 6'2'' blonde.

By the time you were dying your tears, Steve you'd learned his name was, wouldn't have it, offering to give you a ride to your interview, you were about to kiss him on the spot but instead promised him a date if you got the job.

You didn't get the job, but you still called Steve, he was unlike anyone you'd ever met, loyal, kind borderline bleeding heart, chivalrous, romantic, and a goody two shoes.

Now, after almost 10 years together, and 5 of them married, you never doubted the existence of love again, you felt it with every heartbeat, you saw it in his eyes every day.

But life was still life despite being married to the love of your life.

Cats and dogs poured down as you closed the door behind you, shaking off your pink water boots you cursed yourself when you got mud on the floor.

It was past 7pm so you knew Steve was home, he'd usually be making dinner with Marvin Gaye in the background, but the apartment was quiet, with only the rain to fill the silence.

You found in the kitchen a pizza box waiting to be eaten so now you were sure he was home, and since the apartment only had 3 bedrooms, there could only be one other place he could be.

And there he was, sitting in the rain on the fire escape, shoulders down, as his eyes admired the rain.

Worry weighed down in your bones, and in seconds you were by his side, placing a hand on his back to rub, his broad shoulders tensed as he shook his head.

He'd always welcomed your touch, and now he wouldn't even look at you... "Honey what's wrong?" you whispered, afraid of the answer.

Over the years Steve has been your rock, he was calm in a crisis and often grounded you when you needed it, if Steve was known for one thing, it was that he always gets back up again, and as you watched the defeat underlining his eyes it made your stomach churn seeing him like this.

When you saw a single tear roll down his cheek, nothing mattered anymore and you only wanted to comfort him, sitting on his lap, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and your hands cupped his face against your chest.

As you kissed his temple you felt his whole body relax "I got fired" he croaked, and then silence.

You don't know for how long you stayed like that, you wouldn't let each other go, maybe hoping the rain would wash away your troubles, or maybe just not ready to talk yet.

His big hands traced your back softly as he sniffed, he could feel your skin was freezing cold, that's when he gripped you and finally carried you inside, not stopping until he reached the bathroom.

He thought about making a nice warm bath but before he could, he remembered the water bill, and now that he was out of a job, you'd have to be even more careful with your expenses.

As he turned on the water, you sensed his unease so you started to slowly get him out of his uniform, peppering kisses as more and more skin was exposed, and as he let out a shuddering breath of relief, you gave him a small smile.

After you finished lathering soap on each other and washing your hair, he was about to step out when you held onto his bicep, "Stay", his eyes told you he wanted to indulge you, and you knew he also needed comfort, but he shook his head.

"just for 2 minutes" you encouraged "I won't shower tomorrow" you giggled but only got a subtle smile in return.

As he towered over you again, his hands rested on your back as he embraced you, but when you sighed into his chest, he released you and stepped out of the shower.

turning off the water and wrapping yourself in a towel, you followed behind, but before you could say a word, he was already in his gray sweatpants and sitting on the edge of the bed with his head between his hands.

Taking his hands in yours, his head now rested against your stomach, "we'll be o-"

"Are you happy?" Steve's voice trembled, his eyes shining with the threat of tears as he looked into yours. As you thought of your answer for a second, your hands cupped his face "Not right now" you muttered honestly, he fiscally recoiled but you gripped his face still, begging him to listen to you.

"It's been hard" you exhale "paying off the car, taking care of my mom", now it was your voice that threatened to break, "We wanted to start trying" you lamented and Steve instinctively kissed the inside of your wrist and nodded in response.

"We have to look for the joy" he whispered your mother's words, you smiled and let yourself be wrapped up in his arms, "I've loved you and our marriage every single moment of it," you said into his ear, "as long as we get through it together, we'll be ok".

"I love you" he promised, as he pulled you under the covers, pressed against him, there was nothing more left to say that night, you would talk more in the morning, and as the rain washed away the day, Steve never let go.

[dickinfectionbez]

100% inspired by this gifset.

They were late and it wasn't Marc's fault.

It wasn't Valentino's fault either, they had just gotten late because of terrible traffic. The whole way Marc listened as Vale joked that his yamaha from his MotoGP days would have gotten them to the track fast enough. Marc didn't have the heart to tell Vale that the traffic was too packed for a scooter to pass through let alone a motorbike. They drove at a snail's pace, Valentino's hand resting on Marc's thigh, rubbing circles into his skin.

"I'll have to change when we get there," Vale complained as they neared the track. Marc leaned between the front seats, unzipping the bag full of his racing gear as Valentino smacked his ass. Marc yelped, settling back in his seat as Vale pulled into the carpark. Marc opened his side door, not getting out but watching his lover strip. It reminded him of when they were younger, both racing against each other. Marc looked at the turtle tattoo decorating his hip, trying not to laugh. He has been eye level to that turtle many times in his life. He would be on his knees and that turtle would be staring at him.

Marc leaned forwards, running a hand down Vale's abs, landing on the turtle, caressing it. Valentino tugged his legs through his race suit, not pulling it up fully, curious to see what Marc was planning. "Are we alone?" He asked, pulling Vale in by the front of his shirt. Vale looked around, the blood rushing between his legs as he had an idea of what they could do. "Yeah we're alone." He said leaning down and holding Marc's neck, kissing him with passion. Marc cupped Valentino through his fireproofs, running his thumb over the mound. Vale groaned into his mouth, "we don't have much time." Marc said, pushing Vale away from him as he kneeled on the ground. Valentino paused his attempt to get back between Marc's legs, a dumbfounded look on his face. "Do you want a blowjob or not?" Marc asked, shimmying Vale's bottoms down. Valentino nodded, mouth wide open.

Marc giggled into Vale's thigh, trying to be quieter. Vale leaned down, kissing his partner before standing back up, adjusting his compression shirt as Marc placed a kiss to the underside of his dick. Valentino but his lip, biting back a moan, not wanting his sounds of pleasure to be echoed around the carpark. He held the back of Vale's thighs with one hand, the other cupping his balls. Marc kissed all up the underside of Vale's cock, just resting his lips around the head.

Valentino looked down to see Marc looking up at him through his lashes, lips pursed around him. "Marc, amore are you going to make me take charge?" Marc winked at him, not moving a muscle. Valentino held the back of his head, thrusting forwards. "Huh you like me using you like this don't you?" He said, each word punctuated by a half grunt half moan. "It's like you want someone to see you like this. A common whore on your knees." Marc hummed, tears coming down his face as Valentino thrusted harder, head thrown back as he got closer. Vale wanted to pull out, slap his dick on Marc's cheeks and cover his beautiful face with cum. But they were due in front of cameras soon, so he continued thrusting harder until he came down Marc's throat, a gutteral whine escaping his lips.

Breathing heavily, Valentino pulled out of Marc's mouth, pulling his race suit up fully and sitting down in the car. Marc got up, wiping his face as he kissed Vale on the mouth. "Shit dolcezza I wasn't too rough was I ?" He asked, wiping the tears off Marc's cheeks. Marc shook his head, voice a little horse. "No, not rough." Vale laughed at his stubbornness, kissing his again as he stood up, locking the car.

They made their way out the carpark, a smug look on Valentino's face as he looked at Marc's puffy lips. The pair left, completely unaware that Jenson Button had been in the carpark as well, too embarrassed to make his presence known.

[gerrystamour]

won't you come and dance in the dark with me?

Rated T | Steddie Week Day 3: First Kiss | 2900 Words | Complete

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With a determined set to his brow and a giddy smile, Eddie leaned forward and said, “I am going to kiss you, Harrington.” Steve’s jaw clenched, both with anticipation and the usage of his surname after all this time. “Call me Steve,” he said almost absentmindedly, his voice a bit strangled as he leaned closer to Eddie. A fully dimpled smile split Eddie’s face. “Stevie,” he sing-songed as he slowly leaned closer. My entry for @steddie-week Day 3, for the prompt first kiss! Yes, indeed, I was inspired to write this fic by this gifset I reblogged a few days ago.

It started at a party.

Well, actually it started in the literal manifestation of Hell as they trudged through the forest to Nancy’s house, but it properly started at a party.

It was the first party since the dust settled after defeating Vecna. Eddie was mostly recovered, and Max was out of the hospital and on the mend. It was finally time to celebrate everything, so Steve provided the venue. There was plenty of space, plus he had a pool, and the neighbours still hadn’t returned since the “earthquake.”

Everyone was there, even the rest of Eddie’s Hellfire Club, and it felt great. Having everyone they all held dear under one roof laughing, eating, drinking.

Steve was spending most of the party playing host, but finally around midnight he was snagged by a certain metalhead and dragged over to the pool chairs. Glancing around, Steve looked for Eddie’s friends, but he didn’t see any of them. They weren’t the only people outside, but everyone else was either sitting at the other side of the pool or around the side of the house having a smoke.

It was weird for Eddie to single Steve out these days. He had been avoiding Steve, or at least that was what it felt like. They had been close to inseparable after Vecna, especially with how much assistance Eddie needed while he was recovering. 

Then Eddie pulled away, put some distance between them and Steve tried to be okay with that.

It didn’t help that Steve had realized he was in love with Eddie, but he was committed to be okay with whatever Eddie gave him.

So yes, with Eddie pulling him aside now and leaning close as he giggled and retold a story about something that happened earlier that evening, all while still holding his wrist… Steve was struggling.

It was obvious that Eddie was drunk, his words slurring together a bit and his smile wide and bright. Steve was captivated, smiling dazedly under the eternal sunshine beaming from the boy in front of him. How could anyone have ever been afraid of Eddie, he wondered not for the first time.

“What?” Eddie asked, sitting up to take a drink of his beer before putting the bottle on the table.

Steve shook his head, breaking away from his thoughts. “Just missed you, man,” he confessed, cringing a bit as he realized what he said.

Eddie made a face. “I’ve been around. You saw me like, last week,” he said with a bit of pout, but he did glance away a bit.

“Yeah, I did, you’re right,” Steve conceded, keeping his tone light. “Last week.”

Because, yeah, they’d seen each other last week for about ten minutes while Steve picked Dustin up from Eddie’s trailer. He didn’t want to ruin Eddie’s good mood by pointing out they used to see each other daily.

“You’ve still got your little frown line,” Eddie said, scrunching up his face as he poked the space between Steve’s eyebrows. “How’d’you smile and frown at the same time?”

“I’m not frowning!” Steve laughed, rolling his eyes.

“You are!” Eddie insisted with a giggle of his own before he sat up straight. “What’re you thinking about?”

Steve sighed and shrugged. “I just wish we hung out more. You always blow off the plans I try to make with you, and you don’t invite me to stuff anymore,” he admitted, and he barely stopped himself from shrugging again. “I figured you just didn’t want to be my friend, or you couldn’t after everything, and I was working on being okay with that but then you do this…”

Steve trailed off, gesturing between them as Eddie considered him thoughtfully.

“When did I blow off plans with you?” Eddie asked, and Steve groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I really don’t want to do this, Eds, it’s fine,” Steve insisted, and the other man just giggled at that.

“Stevie, Stevie, Stevie, y’only say shit is fine when it def’nitly isn’t,” Eddie said very seriously, even if the words began to slur together even worse.

“Then it’s okay! Not fine, okay!” Steve said, trying to end this particular line of conversation.

Eddie frowned at Steve. “You’re saying you miss me but now you’re not talking to me,” he said with a pout and Steve’s mouth actually dropped open, shocked that Eddie would have the audacity to actually turn this on him.

“Yeah, I don’t want to be a huge downer over nothing when you’re probably drunk enough that you won’t even remember half of this conversation tomorrow,” Steve said after taking a deep breath so he didn’t snap and say something bitchy and mean.

“‘M not that drunk. And it’s not nothing if you’re upset about it, Steve,” Eddie replied.

“You blew me off constantly when I’d invite you over to watch movies, but I got the hint loud and clear eventually,” Steve said in a rush, rolling his eyes as he added, “Especially after finding out you invited Jonathan and Argyle over to watch a movie the same night you blew me off two weeks ago.”

He hated how bitter he sounded tacking on that last part, but still… It kind of hurt to come in second to Jonathan Byers again, even if it wasn’t in the same way like it had been with Nancy.

“That was—I was hanging out with the boys, and Argyle was bringing some—” Eddie started to explain but stopped when Steve shook his head.

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Eds. This is exactly why I didn’t want to get into this. I don’t want you feeling bad because you don’t want to spend your time with me,” Steve insisted, scrubbing his hand over his face. Eddie was still holding onto his other wrist, and selfishly he didn’t try to pull away, soaking up the contact for a bit longer.

“But I do wanna spend time with you,” Eddie said and Steve couldn’t help his incredulous snort.

“Funny way of showing it, Eds,” he tried to tease, but it came out sounding bitter and almost mean.

“I wanna kiss you,” Eddie declared, pointblank and without preamble, and Steve felt his heart all the way up in his throat as he blinked at him for several long moments.

“What?” Steve finally asked, feeling a helpless, hopeful smile pulling at his lips.

Eddie glanced at Steve’s lips before he sat up straight and rolled his shoulders back. With a determined set to his brow and a giddy smile, Eddie leaned forward and said, “I am going to kiss you, Harrington.”

Steve’s jaw clenched, both with anticipation and the usage of his surname after all this time. “Call me Steve,” he said almost absentmindedly, his voice a bit strangled as he leaned closer to Eddie.

A fully dimpled smile split Eddie’s face. “Stevie,” he sing-songed as he slowly leaned closer.

There was that moment where Steve knew he had to stop this because Eddie was a lot more drunk than he was letting on, and Steve was too sober to ignore that.

But just as Eddie moved to finish closing the distance, his eyes rolled back and he passed out, folding right over at the hips and landing with his face in Steve’s lap.

Puckering his lips at the empty space in front of him, Steve sighed a laugh and looked down at Eddie with a fond smile. 

He’d definitely be picking this up with him in the morning.

“Oh, gross, what are you two doing out here? There’re still kids running around.”

Steve jumped and looked over at Eddie’s friends standing there with wide eyes. “Nothing! We’re—he just passed out, we’re not doing anything,” he said quickly, lifting his hands. It didn’t help that the implication had something below the belt twitching with interest. “Seriously, we were just talking and then he passed out.”

The three boys considered him carefully before the one in the middle, Gareth, smirked.

“Is he finally done being an idiot?” he asked, and when Steve started to try to cover up what they had sort of been talking about, Gareth shook his head. “Listen, Steve, let’s cut the crap. We saw how your conversation was about to go, we know you like him, we know he likes you, whatever, it’s cool. So, tell us, is he done being an idiot?”

Steve sucked in a slow breath before smirking. “I mean, will he ever actually stop being a bit of an idiot?” he asked with a one-shouldered shrug and the boys burst into laughter.

❖

Steve managed to rouse Eddie enough to get him to at least stand up but getting him to walk had been a nightmare. Then Eddie whined to be carried and when Steve said he was too heavy to carry, Eddie said Steve had carried him before which was fair. Then Steve pointed out that Eddie had also been missing more than half his blood at the time so…

Eddie was not swayed so Steve just rolled his eyes and bent a bit so Eddie could climb onto his back. It was actually a lot easier to carry Eddie when he was at least somewhat helping, but Steve still bitched the entire way up to his room.

Depositing Eddie onto the bed, he started taking his shoes off and then defaulted into helping Eddie with the fly of his jeans, like he did for months while Eddie worked on getting his fine motor skills back. When Steve glanced up at Eddie, he couldn’t help the snort that burst out of him.

Eddie was looking at Steve crouching between his legs without lifting his head, still grinning giddily. The angle was unbelievably unflattering, yet so endearing that Steve just grinned back.

“Tryin’a get int’my pants, Stevie?” Eddie asked, waggling his brow suggestively and Steve laughed.

“Eds, I’ve been trying for months,” he admitted with an eye-roll. Steve just continued to work Eddie’s tight jeans down his thighs and gestured. “But, looks like I’m succeeding, so no. I’m not trying right now.”

Eddie giggled madly, barely helping as Steve sat him up to take his leather jacket off. Then Eddie began to lift his shirt over his head and Steve grabbed his hands.

“Whoa, hold your horses, we’re not actually doing any of that while you’re drunk,” Steve said firmly, and Eddie pouted again.

“’M barely even tipsy,” Eddie insisted, and Steve snorted.

“You literally passed out in my lap and needed me to carry you up here,” Steve said flatly, and Eddie blew a disturbingly wet raspberry at him.

“Whatever, Stevie,” Eddie grumbled, but then went back to trying to take his shirt off. When Steve went to stop him again, Eddie dodged his hands which had him tipping over dizzily with a giggle. “Dude’m not tryin’a fuck. Can’t sleep wearin’a shirt. Hurts.”

Steve lifted a skeptical eyebrow but decided to go with it and helped Eddie remove his shirt. Once he was shirtless, Eddie flopped back onto the bed while stretching luxuriously, and Steve quickly looked away. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to look, it would just be really inappropriate to ogle him.

“C’mon, Stevie, you can look,” Eddie cooed, and Steve rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

“No, I can’t, because I have to go back to that party and if I look at you, I won’t want to,” Steve said, being honest about his attraction to Eddie coming so easily to him now that he knew it was reciprocated. He’d suspected before, but when Eddie pulled away, he’d convinced himself that he had imagined Eddie’s interest.

“You don’t have to go back down there. People’ll go home on their own,” Eddie insisted, and Steve shook his head.

“Eds—”

“I don’t wanna be alone,” Eddie said and something in his voice caught Steve’s attention.

Eddie wasn’t looking at him anymore, and he wasn’t stretched out. Eddie was curled up on his side, chewing one of his thumbnails and blushing. He looked unsure, self-conscious even and Steve didn’t like that at all.

“Hey, Eds, it’s okay I’ll stay up here with you,” Steve said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and resting his hand on Eddie’s arm comfortingly. “You think you can handle brushing your teeth before bed?”

Eddie turned a bright smile on Steve and nodded happily.

Steve was happy he had kept the extra toothbrush for Eddie in the bathroom. When he was recovering and the nightmares were nightly occurrences, Eddie had spent the night at Steve’s place a lot, so Steve set him up with his own set of toiletries in his bathroom. That way, Eddie didn’t have to remember to cart his own stuff back and forth, Steve had reasoned. 

It had been weeks since the last time Eddie stayed the night, but it was all still there just waiting for Eddie to return.

When they first entered the bathroom, Eddie’s eyes immediately landed on his toothbrush still set in the cup next to the sink with Steve’s, and then the shampoo and conditioner that was his preference still on the edge of the tub. Pulling a face, Eddie looked at Steve.

“I’m fucking stupid, aren’t I?” he asked, and Steve’s eyes widened.

“No, Eds, not at all?” Steve said firmly, squeezing Eddie’s hand.

At that, Eddie just shook his head with a light smile and got to work brushing his teeth, Steve following suit.

By the time they were back in Steve’s room, Eddie seemed a bit more sober. His words were a lot less slurred, and his eyes seemed more lucid. Steve tucked him into the bed and then started to get undressed himself, opting to go to bed in just his boxers as well.

When he turned around, Steve abruptly stopped when he came face to face with Eddie. He’d crawled to the end of the bed while Steve had gotten undressed, and he immediately reached out to grab Steve’s hand.

“I’m sorry, Stevie,” he said sheepishly, holding a hand up to stop Steve’s arguments. “I shouldn’t’ve avoided you.”

Steve wanted to blow the apology off, but he could tell this was important for Eddie, so he just said, “Apology accepted.”

Eddie smiled at that, his dimples at full force, and he reached up to cup Steve’s face with both hands. “I’m not super drunk anymore,” he added cheekily, and Steve snorted.

“We’re not having sex tonight—”

“Not asking for that right now,” Eddie chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m going to kiss you, Stevie.”

The conviction in Eddie’s voice, the firmness of his cool hands on Steve’s face, was enough to root Steve where he stood. Swallowing thickly, Steve nodded quickly and stepped closer to the bed.

“You sure don’t want to wait until tomorrow when you’re for sure sober?” he asked a bit nervously and Eddie laughed.

“I’m sure. My teeth are brushed, my breath is fresh. Right now is fucking perfect for my first kiss with Steve Harrington,” Eddie groaned, leaning closer and tilting his mouth upward.

“You imagined how this would play out a lot?” Steve asked teasingly, not quite angling his mouth for Eddie to kiss just yet.

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, asshole,” Eddie growled through a laugh, and then their lips finally met.

It was perfect, starting sweet and chaste, just the gentle press and slide of lips. Then Eddie made a soft sound in the back of his throat that had Steve groaning, burying a hand in Eddie’s hair to pull him in deeper while his other arm wrapped around his waist. Eddie clung to him, giggling against Steve’s lips as he opened his mouth for a searching tongue.

Steve knew they were getting in too deep, they were moving too quickly and had to slow it back down before they did something they both might regret in the morning.

Thank God for Robin Buckley.

“Hey, Dingus, why’re you—oh my God?”

The bedroom door had slammed open and Steve broke away from the kiss to see Robin whipping around so she was facing the hallway instead. Eddie was giggling and would have fallen back on the bed if Steve wasn’t holding him up.

“What’s up, Robs?” Steve asked and Robin started laughing nervously.

“I was just looking for you, and Gareth said you went upstairs and now that I think about the look on his face I’m realizing he was pranking me. I’m gonna kill him, I swear I wouldn’t’ve come in here if I knew, I mean it,” Robin babbled before turning around slowly. She took in the fact that they were wearing their boxers and let out a sigh of relief. “You’re staying up here for the rest of the night?”

“Yeah, Eddie’s kinda wasted—” Steve started and Eddie interrupted with a fit of giggles.

“I am not!” Eddie managed to say and he looked at Robin. “I’m not wasted. I’m tipsy, and Stevie is gonna cuddle with me now. Only cuddles, though, ‘cos he’s all noble and shit. Barely got him to kiss me.”

Steve rolled his eyes affectionately before returning his attention to Robin. “You need anything, Robs?”

“Nope! Not a thing! I’ll make sure everything’s locked up for you, okay?” Robin replied, grinning as she backed out of the room, slowly closing the door behind herself. “Goodnight boys!”

As the door clicked shut, they looked back at each other, matching grins on their faces.

“One more kiss?” Eddie asked softly, and Steve couldn’t deny him anything.

“Yeah, one more,” Steve sighed and their lips met once again.

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