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bo-bo-bean · 2 years

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(Happy Halloween everyone!! Been a little while but I'm doing swell...! Depression ain't got nothing on me! Is that a double negative? Anyway, as a treat with no tricks, have a fanfiction written for my stunning girlfriend @queenticklusselena. She's the best and deserves the best.)

Guitar Lessons

"Tatiaaaanaaaa!"

Tatiana gasped, being brought out from the mountains of paper work. She didn't realize when the sunset melted into her windows how late it was. With the glimmer of the sun struggling to stay light while it disappears beyond the tall buildings of the city, Tatiana knew she worked more than five hours lost in letters and numbers. Nonetheless, with a shake of her head and a sip from her now cold coffee, she looked over to a screen, showing who was outside her office.

There stood Mayday, beaming into the camera like it had asked her to say cheese. Her big eyes and flashy grin showed she was ecstatic for something. Tatiana pressed a button and spoke.

"Mayday, what brings you here?"

"Uuh guitar lessons!? Zuke is out today and I called this morning! Remember? I wanna learn from the ultimate legend Kuul Fyra!!"

With little rummaging in her head, Tatiana found the memory and sighed. How could she forget? Well, a break maybe could be needed. After all, she wouldn't want to fall short of steam when she was so close to being done with managing the power of the whole city. She pressed another button, initiating a click of a lock.

Mayday burst in like the remaining sunlight, whooping and jumping. "Yes yes yes yes! Oooh man I cant wait to learn from your BEST songs!! Like like Green Thumbs, Fire Tongues! Flash Like A Sun and You're Already A Star! Or or or!"

She pulled up a record mid breath intake, it showing Tatiana's younger self with her famous guitar, the flames of hell behind her licking all over the cover.

"Life Can Be Hell, Thank God! That one is LE-GEN-DAR-Y!!"

"Alright alright take a breath," Tatiana giggled. She admitted it was adorable to see her to excited. It reminded her of herself right before a show. Nervous jitters, shaky knees and fingers, heart about to tear from her chest… but more than anything, ready to take the world on by storm. She would never diminish this feeling from such a young and talented artist.

With Mayday finally caught up with her lungs, Tatiana went to a closet and pulled out a purple guitar. It has a triangle shape at the end, silver strings, lavender flames and what looked like rubies lining the edge. Mayday gasped in with a squeak.

"The guitar from your second release…!"

"Mmhmm. Jasmine. Been with me since the beginning."

Tatiana rubbed the body of her guitar before taunting the strings. Still beautiful as ever. Felt so right in her hands, what made her go into music in the first place. "Shall we?"

"YES!! I kept on holding my breath on every minute because I thought my breath was slowing down time!!"

Laughing, Tatiana put herself on her chair as Mayday plopped herself on the desk, knocking over papers. A sigh escaped, but at least that would be the least troubling thing to happen today. Or… she thought.

During their lessons, Mayday kept on taking the spotlight, did little pranks like glitter bombing the guitar case, being a little butt the whole afternoon. The girl must still have all sorts of energy from waiting endlessly. … Poor girl. She has to get those out somehow, right?

After another glitter bomb and a fourth helping of laughter from Mayday, Tatiana forced one with her and put her guitar on the table and wiped herself off.

"Let's take a break, shall we?"

"Yeah, if you want!"

Mayday followed suit, leaning on the desk and dropping the guitar on it. Tatiana shook her head and picked up the guitar again.

"We'll take a break from playing, but you need to work on your posture."

"My posture? I'm not some frou frou…!"

"No," Tatiana agreed. "But posture is very important. Take it from… er… well from Kuul Fyra."

Mayday had been a fan since she had her first song out. If anything, Mayday wouldn't trade this moment for any amount of money or burgers. Then again, she COULD just use the money to get burgers and technically she would have both BUT she still wouldn't give that up.

"Okay yeah yeah! Posture!"

"Now," the white woman began. "Set apart your feet so they match where your shoulders are. This creates a permanent stability."

Mayday did as she was told, looking at her shoulders and then feet to see if they were perpendicular, then nodded.

"Got it!"

"Place the strap on the opposing shoulder of your dominant hand."

"Psssh old school, I know that…!"

"Then show me."

Mayday swiftly did with a grin on her face until she heard Tatiana tisk away.

"What? What what? What's wrong?"

"See, you have your guitar away from you like it's a disease. Is your guitar a disease?"

"No no no! I love it! I love it so much!"

"Then act like it. Push it close to you, hug it, know it. And the strap here, make sure it hits right between your neck and shoulder right here."

Tatiana pressed the spot, making Mayday squeak and snort out before slamming her hands onto her face rather loudly with a roaring blush. "Is something wrong?"

There was no way Mayday was going to let Tatiana know she was ticklish. This was KUUL FYRA! What would she think? What if she thought she was too childish to be something huge? What if she was too childish to even be taught?

"Gah, uh nothing! Nah everything's chill!"

"... Mmhmm." Tatiana sounded uncertain but she knew. In fact, she hoped it was true. She begged to the lords above for this orange bundle of excitement was ticklish. "Anywho, next your torso."

"What? Like my gut?"

"Not just your gut. Your sides need to be free and loose."

With that, Tatiana put her giant hands on Mayday's sides and squeezed. That time, Mayday couldn't contain it and let out squeal like a pig and then an uproar of laughter as she wobbled about. "Now your tension should not be held in your torso. See how tense you are? No you shouldn't be holding any tension at all. Now up here is important."

Tatiana wiggled up to her ribs, Mayday cackling out. Tatiana's big hands were a lee's worst nightmare, she's heard Zuke say. Poor man could blush from saying t-word. However, she didn't believe him with that until now. It didn't feel like her sides were only being invaded, but her whole nervous system.

"Staahahahahahaaap!! T-Tahahahatiheeheeheehee!! Pleeheeheeheease!"

"The ribs held the angle. You may think the spine helps with that, however, your ribs are a structure to not be tampered with by any stress. NOW we get to your gut."

"Pleeheeheheeease noohohohohoo!!" the freckled girl begged with a jerk, but Tatiana's warm hands went to her stomach nonetheless. Mayday screamed and doubled over, Tatiana only following.

"You MUST stay still, Mayday…! You wanted lessons, didn't you? Now the gut is very important in this instance. The vibrations from the strings go right to there and travel to the spine."

While squeezing her stomach with one hand, she used the other to have one finger go up and down her spine. The poor girl shrieked again and fell to her knees, flopping like a fish out of water.

"PLEEHEEHEEEEHEEHEEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!!"

"Like that. If a chord doesn't feel right, you'll tell by not only your ears, but your body as well. However, there is one part of the torso we haven't talked about and it's the most useful to not only musicians, but humans overall."

With that, Tatiana dug her fingers up into Mayday's pits. With a scream, she roared out as she pressed her arms firm to her sides, shaking her head as her braided pigtails were on the loose. Her whole torso was quaking with this ticklish vibrations. Now that Tatiana was using that as an example, it's all she could think. She couldn't help but imagine it was the guitar tickling her in some sense or another.

"TATIAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! K-KUHUHUHUHU!! NOOOHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"The armpits are the natural luggage, they carry things when our hands are not idle. Anything really. You need to not take them for granted or you'll forget them."

"PLEEHEEHEEASE STAHAHAHAHAAP!!! PLEEHEEHEEHEEASE PLEEHEEHEEEEHEEAAHAHAHAHAASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!"

Tatiana let off a slight giggle, toying around for a few minutes more before letting up after shuffling her hands from Mayday's tight grip. The girl fell into a panting giggling heap on the floor, coughing and swallowing air before sitting up slightly.

"Well I look forward to next week's lesson."

"W-week…!?"

"It's what you said you wanted on the phone call," Tatiana gave an oh so innocent smile. "How could I refuse from my number one fan?"

Mayday blushed but couldn't help but smile. She admitted, Tatiana was more than an idol now to her. With her, it was like a motherly quality she never knew she could have. Picking up her guitar, she walked to the elevator before Tatiana called out. "Oh, Mayday?"

"Yeah?"

"Be sure to send Zuke in for his piano lessons tomorrow. I can not wait to tickle the ivories with him."

#no straight roads #nsr #Mayday #tatiana #are these actual lessons?#they sound real but im making them up #musicians tell me if im right #Happy Halloween!#might post a halloween fic later

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egophiliac · 3 months

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(almost) four years in, and I finally had time to draw something for the anniversary! woo! 🎉🎉🎉

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #because i need to talk for a minute about how the plot of the anniversary story so far is literally just #crowley jumpscares us in our living room to demand we make him lunch and yuu is just like 'i need to start locking the door'#oh twst you always know just how to get me #the qol updates though! CONVERTING SINGLE KEYS INTO 10-SETS YES THANK YOU OH MY GOD #SKIP LESSON TICKETS!!!!#3X BATTLE SPEED!!!!!!!!!!!!#SAVE TEAM BUILDS AND SUPPORT CARDS FINALLY AHHHHH #oh and some other stuff too but look i NEEDED these things #also master chef grim! he's so precious!#though he's not going to get a little sporty uniform after all?#grim canonically flies in the nude i guess #no it's okay chef grim is ADORABLE #if you zoom in on his card you can see little smoodges from his inexpert cake decoration 😭#which on the one hand is cute but on the other hand i'd been convinced he'd just slapped some frosting and candles on an actual can of tuna #anyway happy (a few days until the) fourth anniversary everybody!#i've been here since the beginning (preregistered during the dorm reveals babyyyy) and it REALLY doesn't feel like it's been four years #you know what they say: time flies when you're watching anime characters have emotional problems

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morgenlich · 1 month

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the thing about saying “violence against [fascists/pedophiles/etc] is always justified” is that people immediately begin to expand their definition of who counts as a [fascist/pedophile/etc] to include people they personally don’t like, in order to justify violence against them, whether or not they are actually a [fascist/pedophile/etc] or whether they are actually doing harm (or are very likely to do harm) to others. the solution to dealing with the fact that [fascists/pedophiles/etc] exist in society should never be to go looking for a reason to do violence, or to train yourself to treat violence as a reflexive action.

#not the first person to say this and i will not be the last #but it is a lesson people VERY BADLY need to internalize #being bloodthirsty toward Bad People is still being bloodthirsty #and it never ends with the Bad People (and frankly rarely ACTUALLY starts with or involves them at all)#if you go around saying ‘punch nazis’ but define ‘nazi’ as someone who votes for biden’ you are frankly not a safe or good person #to be around

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radiance1 · 11 months

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The Ghost Prince does not, under any circumstances, answer a summoning after it was made aware he existed. None know why he doesn't, some are bitter and hateful of it while others are thankful that it's one less bloodthirsty manic to deal with.

The Ghost King meanwhile hasn't been seen in multiple eons, so the magical community who wanted to use his power just, stopped, trying to summon him for a long time.

Most magic users knew that the Ghost Prince never answered a summons, and that the Ghost King just dropped off the radar.

So could you really blame Constantine for not taking it that seriously when some wannabe hotshot cultists try to summon both of them in the middle of a city to wreak havoc?

He'll give them some credit though. Points for doing it in broad daylight and actually being somewhat of a threat with not relying on just summoning the Ghost royalty and figuring out what to do from there.

The area they were in was somewhat destroyed, then the cultists manage to complete the summoning circle to summon both of them and Constantine, well he just light up a smoke.

It isn't going to work anyways so what does it matter?

...

Is that a fucking Ice cream truck he hears? Who the fuck is driving an Ice cream truck while their city is being under attacked with cultists trying to summon eldritch ghost royalty?

He'll give them some points for dedication, though.

Then he looked at the cultists and nearly had a goddamn heart attack to see that the summoning circle is actually fucking lighting up and working.

The Bat is so gonna give him a headache over this.

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Danny Phantom, crown prince of the Infinite Realms. Does not answer summons.

For one, it is annoying as shit, whenever someone interrupts his day just to ask for infinite power (that he can't give), world domination (that he won't do) or infinite riches (which he also can't do).

It just got annoying being summoned all the time so. One day he just, well, no. And hey, it worked out well enough for him to not continue doing it.

Then he also learned that Pariah Dark is basically the same, after he got out the coffin and stopped trying to take over the world for whatever reason. He was actually a pretty swell guy!

He was just with him too, with him being not so swell at the time for making him go through lessons about Ghost etiquette, rules, stuff that's expected of him as the crown prince.

And don't even get him started on the engagement and marriage proposals.

Overall, he just wanted to find an excuse to leave. Then he felt the familiar suggestive pull of a summoning and, instead of rejection as he usually does in a second. He thought for a bit if he wanted to go with that or crown prince duties.

It was tempting, but dealing with cultists seemed worse than this so he was about to reject.

At least, before he heard an Ice cream truck playing in the background. He doesn't even know how the hell that popped up through the pull but by the gods has it been a while since he's had Ice cream.

So he answers and is gone with a pop.

Pariah Dark just stares for a good second or two, before breathing out and deciding to also answer. Fright Knight is just there, off to side, questioning what he should do now.

Danny wastes no time with the cultists on the other side and in fact, he pushes them out of the way and goes diving for that Ice cream truck he hears. Only to realize he doesn't, have any money on him.

Fuck.

Pariah Dark is less inclined to follow the rules imposed by humans like money, but he does know it can be important. Once in a while. Not that often, but it has its times.

So when he sees his adopted son being sad over being unable to pay for some kind of human delicacy, he digs around in his hair (yes, his hair.) and pulls out some money and puts it on the counter as payment.

The man inside the tiny vehicle had shrieked before getting what they wanted. Which is good. Fear is a good motivator, Pariah thinks.

Unknown to him, it wasn't out of fear (Well, mostly) but because the Ghost King placed down a coin made of pure, solid gold on his counter.

The two then go about their business in the human realm, completely forgetting about the fact that they were summoned here for something.

Constantine is both relieved and about to have an aneurysm at seeing Infinite Realm royalty only answering a summon because of Ice cream.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #pariah dark #john constantine #The Ghost King and Prince are known to not answer summons #both for different reasons #But Danny instantly answers one because he heard an Ice cream truck in the background #Pariah followed because he at first wanted to get Danny back to Crown Prince lessons #Only to be swayed by his puppies eyes and the absolute delicacy that is Ice cream #Pariah Dark is stuck in the medieval times in terms of money #He would literally pull out gold coins and pay for shit that way #He is rich rich #Like basically a neigh infinite supply of gold coins he keeps in his hair #Don't ask him how just ghost logic #They then spent the day going around to Ice cream shops and taste testing them #Poor Fright Knight is left alone wondering what he should do #Word spreads in the magical community about this and everyone tries it out #It does work #But if there isn't actually Ice cream you'll have an angry Ghost Prince to deal with #And an angry Ghost Prince leads to a less than cordial Ghost King

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bet-on-me-13 · 5 months

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Talia took a 20+ Year Undercover mission a while ago

So! Talia is the Daughter of Ra's Al Ghul, and has been alive and at his side for many years now. Decades even. She is well into her 100's, even though her physical Body looks like that of a 20 yr old.

And in all the years that she has lived, what's to say she didn't take a few years off as a vacation? Even Ra's must take a few years off every once in a while, leaving to spend time on some remote island he can relax on for once. So, one day in the Early 80's she decided to do the same.

But she wouldn't be completely relaxing, she would take the break to further the League's goals still. She decided to Dye her Hair, change her Name, get into an acceptable College, and study Lazarus Waters to their scientific limit. She decided to name if Ectoplasm, to avoid any unwanted attention.

And while there, she met a pair of men doing the exact same.

Jack and Vladimir were nice enough. Although their Research was more focused on Ghosts, or as she would call them, Pit Demons. They were convinced that Ectoplasm and Ghosts came from another Dimension, and if they could find a way to open a Dimension Gateway to this theoretical Ghost Zone, they could aquire Limitless Clean Energy (and maybe find a way to contain the Ghostly threat).

Over the years, Talia Maddie would fall for Jack. Eventually, even after she had completed her College Studies and Vlad had left contact with them, she decided to extend her Vacation to further study Ectoplasm with Jack. One thing led to another, and eventually she found herself pregnant. And then it happened again.

Jazzmine and Daniel were the cutest little babies. But she knew the danger they would be in if it was ever discovered that she was their Mother, so she trained them in everything she could so they could survive. She knew her time as Maddie Fenton was coming short, but she resolved to stay, at the very least until Jazz was an Adult.

She didn't account for Daniel becoming a Small Town Hero, but those were just the Trials of motherhood.

Then, the day came. She left a note on her bedside table explaining that she regretted what had to happen, and left in the middle of the night. It was better this way.

...

The year right after she returned, her Father forced her to have a Child with his most prospective Heir. The Bat, he called himself. Oh he was Charming, there was no denying that, but unfortunately she was still working through her feelings about Jack.

She treated her resulting child poorly because of that, and that she regreted it deeply. She loved him, honestly she did, but it was hard to look at him and not remember Daniel. Still, she persevered.

The day she once again had to give up her son for his protection was the hardest of her life.

But it was unavoidable. The Coup that had taken her Father's life had also fractured the Organization, anyone could have taken their shot at her Son as the rightful Heir. She needed to protect him as she took care of the Traitors.

...

Damian always knew he was the One True Heir. It was his defining character trait for his early years of life. Even though he had grown to be more than just that over recent years, he always felt like it was a key part of his identity.

Until now.

Because the BatComputer had just finished running a DNA Test on the Blood of a man who he had spotted on his Patrol the previous night.

A DNA Test that had come back, with results claiming that the man, who looked almost exactly like a younger male version of his Mother, was his Half Brother.

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Talia Al Ghul #Jack Fenton #Maddie Fenton #Talia Al Ghul is Maddie Fenton #She went on an Undercover Mission/Vacation to scientifically study Lazarus Water #She met Jack and Vlad in the College she was undercover at #She fell for Jack and his Himbo attitude #She knew that Danny was a Ghost/Pit Demon but decided to test if he had actually remembered any of her self defense lessons #She got Jack to agree to it #She will admit she may have gone a step too far (the threats over dinner were a bit much)(so was keeping the act up for so long)#Danny was 16 when she left an 17 when she had Damian #Jazz was 18 when she left and 19 when she had Damian #Currently Danny is 29 and Jazz is 31 #They never did figure out where their mother went #But they will never forgive her for what she did to her Dad #Jack was heartbroken #He still is #He got better over time but it took a while to begin to heal

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naomistares · 20 days

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mini comic about a kinda freaky terrible queen and the nonsensical takes she has about the times people have tried to kill her

(more thoughts in notes)

UP NEXT! ANOTHER short comic, (and then one more) this time taking place one month before the kings death, in which we will have: one annoying prince! one lousy fight scene! rejoice's dismissive nature! and row reveals a secret.... tune in next time for all that

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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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Never in a million years did Steve Harrington think he'd be standing in the drama club room in front of Eddie the Freak--who's sitting on a goddamn throne with his full lips pulled into a smug grin--asking to be taught how to play Dorks and Goblins. Yet, here he is, face a burning shade of crimson, as he explains for the sixth time what, exactly, he needs.

"Munson, it's not that hard. Henderson wants me to play in the--the game thingy they're doing when Will is home for a visit."

"Yeah, Harrington, and I stop listening every time you call it a game thingy. You obviously don't care about this at all, so why should I waste my time helping you?"

Steve rolls his eyes. "What if I pay you?"

Munson's face goes through a complicated series of changes before falling into a neutral mask, no smirk or teasing smile to be found. "You'll pay me to teach you dnd? Are you fucking kidding?"

"No?' Steve draws a hand through his hair, watches as Munson's dark eyes track the movement. "I thought you might help me out cause those kids never shut-up about you, but I'm willing to put money on it."

"Huh," Eddie says. He steeples his fingers under his chin. "Maybe I misjudged you, Harrington."

Steve lets himself smile at this. "I don't think you did. I don't give a shit about this game."

"Didn't take you for one to have a bunch of nerdy child friends."

"I'm their babysitter," he says, realizes immediately it was a mistake.

Eddie cackles until it turns into a full-bodied laugh, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. "You are something else, Harrington," he manages.

For his part, Steve hopes Munson hasn't noticed how bright red his face is. "Does that mean you'll help me?"

"I guess," he rolls his eyes. "But if you're just screwing around, I'm out."

"No, yeah, totally," Steve nods too hard, sends his hair cascading into his face. "Sounds good. How much?"

"Huh?" Eddie tilts his face up, giving Steve a perfect view of the smattering of faint freckles across the bridge of his nose.

"I said I'd pay you. What's the going rate for dnd lessons?"

"Oh, nah, free of charge, Harrington. Henderson would eat me alive if he knew I made you pay."

The smile they share is soft, tentative, and Steve doesn't notice the swathes of pink decorating Eddie's pale cheekbones.

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They meet up in the drama room after the last bell. Eddie is waiting on the throne with his feet propped on the table, sipping a Mt. Dew. His eyes widen when Steve walks into the room.

"You're on time," he says.

Steve scoffs. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Eddie shrugs, sets his feet on the floor. "Just wasn't aware that the King put a lot of stock in punctuality."

"C'mon, man, I'm trying not to be that guy, and I'm definitely not king of anything. Unless maybe it's Family Video, but even then, that's Robin."

"You're kind of weird, Harrington, you know that?" Eddie's dimples bracket his smile. The sight does weird things in Steve's chest.

"I've been told, yeah." Steve smiles back. "Where do we start?"

They start with dice, with a character sheet.

"Chaotic-good human Paladin?" Eddie asks.

He shrugs. "That's what Dustin keeps screaming at me. I got no idea what any of it means."

"That's not entirely true," Eddie says. "You've kept up with me so far."

"Yeah, that's you. Dustin rambles and then accuses me of not listening when it's over my head. When he goes on long enough, I start to get a headache right here," Steve rubs the spot between his eyes.

"That kid," Eddie says with the right combination of affection and frustration. "I don't know, you seem to have picked up on some of the stuff he said. You have a solid idea on gameplay, at least. I'd say you're doing pretty good."

"Thanks," Steve laughs. "No migraine yet, so that's a point in your favor."

"Migraines?"

"Head trauma."

"Byers?"

"And Hargrove."

"That was Hargrove?" Eddie asks.

"Hit me in the head with a plate."

"What the fuck."

"He was pissed that Max was friends with Lucas. He came after them. I couldn't just let him--I think he would've killed Lucas."

Eddie nods, hands fiddling with a die. "No wonder those kids love you," he says.

"We've been through some shit together."

"Guess it makes more sense why you wanted to learn dnd."

"As much as it pains me to admit," Steve rolls his eyes. "I love to make those little shitheads happy."

"Well, based on the way they talk about you, you succeed."

"You too, you know?" Steve offers. "All I've heard about the last three months is 'Eddie's so cool,' 'Hellfire's so fun.'"

"Jealous?" Eddie laughs.

"Completely," Steve admits.

"Don't worry, Harrington, I'll make a nerd out of you yet."

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They meetup after school every day they can over the next two weeks. At first, Steve is surprised that he doesn't really mind spending so much time with Munson, that he actually, kind of, has fun. And the more time they spend together, the more Eddie infiltrates his space. Leans into Steve's side as they sit next to each other, brushes their hands together, hovers over his shoulder, faces nearly touching, as he checks stuff on Steve's character sheet.

It makes Steve feel--well, it makes him think of what it would be like to run his fingers through the soft gloss of Eddie's curls; wonders what that plump mouth would be like pressed against his own; can't stop thinking about if Eddie is as vocal in bed as he is everywhere else. He knows he also likes guys, has for a while, but he's never in his life wanted someone this viscerally; so much he can feel the ache of it in his teeth.

It's the last day before the campaign for Will, and Steve is fucking sad. He thinks maybe Eddie is too. He's at least quieter than normal, explanations not at their usual fever pitch. An hour before they usually call it quits, he claps his hands together (too gently, too unlike himself), says, "That's it, Harrington. You're not going to be more ready than this."

"Right," Steve says. Can't help his eyes from darting over Eddie's face, aching to know what he's thinking. "You'll be there tomorrow?"

Eddie bends his head over his notebooks. "Nah, I don't need to intrude."

"But--"

"It's okay, Stevie. I get that it's family only." He looks like he really means it, but his eyes are sad, don't shine like they should.

Steve doesn't know what to say to that, just nods, and then there's nothing else. They stare at each other for a few very long, quiet seconds, before Eddie says, "I'll see you around, Harrington."

"Right, yeah. You too." And he walks out of the drama room with the heaviest heart he thinks he's ever had.

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Steve thinks he won't miss Eddie. That if he doesn't dwell on those hours spent with Eddie, learning dnd, that the missing will go away.

It doesn't.

Which is how he finds himself back at the high school on Wednesday, standing in front of the drama room door, willing himself to go inside. Eddie's on the throne, the typical notebooks and binders and Mt. Dew cans clustered around him, but he's not engrossed in imagining up a new campaign for Hellfire. No, his head is in his hands, knees drawn up to his chest.

"Eddie?" Steve asks.

His head pops up, and even in the low light, Steve notices the silvery tracks of tears down his cheeks.

"Steve! What are you--" he hastily wipes at his face with his shirt sleeve. "What are you doing here?"

Steve's acting only on instinct, crossing the room and dropping to his knees, taking Eddie's jaw between his palms, thumbing away the wetness on his cheeks.

"Did someone hurt you?" he asks.

Eddie's laugh is wet. "Nah, Harrington. I only have myself to blame for this one."

"Can I do anything?"

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Sorry?"

"You, Steve Harrington, kind and compassionate? Learn dnd to make your little nerd friends happy? Who are you?"

"I'm just me, man," Steve blushes. "But, uh, I came to thank you." He's still holding Eddie's face in his hands, can't help but notice the way he flushes, how his dark eyes dart away from Steve's.

"I really liked hanging out with you," Steve says. This close to Eddie, his mind doesn't quite feel like his own. All he can think of is big eyes, soft curls, full lips.

"Yo--you did?"

"So much," Steve whispers. He doesn't quite remember moving, but now their foreheads are pressed together, warm breath mingling, lips almost, almost touching.

"I liked it too," Eddie breathes. After a few seconds, he laughs. "Knew I'd make a nerd out of you, Harrington."

"Shut-up," Steve laughs.

"Make me," Eddie says, and it's just that easy. Steve crosses the space still separating them, presses his mouth against Eddie's.

The kiss is slow, exploratory, the gentle discovery of how they fit together, the promise of all the things they can do in the future, all the pleasure they can bring.

"I'm not a nerd," Steve says when they part.

"No, you're right. You're like a nerd by marriage. Nerd-in-law," Eddie giggles. His eyes are bright, face pink, the most beautiful thing Steve has ever seen.

"Shut-up," Steve giggles right back.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, the dare obvious, and Steve doesn't hesitate to kiss him again.

"You wanna get out of here?" Steve asks when they part, significantly more breathless, jeans significantly tighter, than when he arrived.

"You're gonna have to role persuasion for that, Stevie," Eddie smirks.

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