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[insert favorite love song]

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Summer will always be drawn in red, red, Billy Hargrove red.

Darling Red by @azrielgreen is the most beautiful thing I've ever read and I will never recover😭💋🌴A 77k Mungrove masterpiece.

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are you looking??

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Paths Crossed

written for the @steddiebingo prompt Dom!Eddie

rated: E | wc: 4.032 | tags: pre steddie, hook-up, dom eddie munson, brat steve harrington, teasing, rimming, anal fingering, anal sex, open ending (for now) | complete fic on ao3

Tonight is a good night, and Eddie is in the mood – a little high, a little drunk, not yet ready to head home.

His friends have all left, made him promise not to do anything stupid, as if that has ever kept him from doing exactly that. Inanity might as well be his middle name, and Reckless his last, because there’s no fun in always playing by the rules, always doing what he’s supposed to. He wants to live while he can; life’s too short anyway, better make the best of the worst of it.

That’s how he gets stranded alone in a club full of strangers, no one there to keep a watchful eye on him, keep him in check, preventing the inevitable mess of whatever sticky situation he’ll get himself into.

He is free to do whatever, or whoever, if he’s lucky.

Eddie lets the beat carry him from the bar to the dance floor where he becomes one with the swaying mass, mind blissfully empty, his insides thrumming in tune with the vibration of sound and indistinct chatter around him.

There, amongst all these nameless strangers, one guy stands out like a silver moon against a jet-black night sky. He’s dancing with his eyes closed, hands in his hair, moving his body like it’s one with the music. Shirt unbuttoned intentionally low, offering a perfect view to where a gold chain is dangling from a long neck into a patch of dark hair covering his chest. Pants sitting low on his hips, clinging to his form like a second skin, not leaving much room for Eddie to wonder what’s hidden underneath.

The guy is pretty and he knows it. Has the confidence Eddie never quite found in himself, that he compensates with other things.

Call it arrogance or plain stupidity, but Eddie’s never one to back away from a self-imposed challenge, no matter how little his chances are to actually succeed.

What’s the worst that could happen? Guy tells him to fuck off and Eddie goes about his way – no harm in that other than maybe a little scratch to his ego. Or rather a confirmation of what he already knows anyway. He’s not that delusional; surely, he’s not Pretty Boy’s type. Doesn’t mean he’s not going to try and shoot his shot anyway.

Eddie pushes his way through other people, eyes fixed on the flash of more exposed skin where the guy’s shirt has ridden up, revealing a happy trail Eddie would like to follow along with his tongue. Can already picture himself laying flat on his stomach between thick thighs, Pretty Boy squirming under him while Eddie takes his time to explore the space between with eager devotion.

It’s what leads him, pulls him like a fish on a hook getting reeled in. Moving closer and closer to the guy, until he finally sneaks up behind him.

   “Hey, gorgeous. Mind if I join you?”

Not his smoothest line, sure, but it’s hard to be charming when you have to yell at someone to be heard over the music.

The guy turns around, gives him a once-over with a bored, unimpressed expression. Lips forming a bitchy pout that makes Eddie want to throw him over his lap and-

    Look, Eddie has a thing for brats, okay? It’s not his fault the guy seems to have been put on this earth solely to tease him. A joke from the Gods that like to see him suffer in horny admiration of a guy who’s way out of his league.

Well, joke’s on them, though.

Because Pretty Boy slings both arms around his neck and starts moving again, directing Eddie’s body to match the rhythm of his dancing.

He says his name is Steve. Lips grazing his ear, he tells Eddie not to get his hopes up because he’s not that kind of guy, while proving the exact opposite. Grinding against him, creating delicious friction and heat between their slotted thighs, giving Eddie a taste of what his movements would feel like in a different context.

It’s too much, too close, too good to be unintentional. He’s playing with him, probably thinks he’s got Eddie all wrapped up, like he’s a clueless fly caught in Steve’s web of seduction. But oh, he’s made his bet with the wrong Devil.

Eddie lets him lead for a while, hands splayed loosely on either side of Steve’s hips, not giving in to the temptation. Ignoring the urge of wanting to get a feel of that tight ass, not listening to the naughty voices in the back of his mind telling him to let his fingers go on a little expedition.

If Steve wants to be in charge, he’s happy to let him think that he is. For now. Let him pull the strings, see how far Steve will take it before he gets himself entangled in them.

The music shifts to something slower, something darker. Eddie can feel the low frequency of the bass thrumming in his bones, his blood pumping to the beat. Steve turns in his hold and it’s maddening, the way his ass rubs against his half-chubbed cock, purposely letting Eddie feel what he can’t have. Not yet.

Eddie’s arms sling around Steve’s middle and this time he gives in, lets his fingertips sneak under the hem of his shirt, that useless piece of fabric that doesn’t do shit to protect the perfect body beneath from Eddie’s greedy hands.

He can feel Steve’s abs contract, can feel his racing heartbeat resonating in his lips when they connect with sweat damp skin, right above his pulse point. Lets his mouth linger there, impatiently waiting, until Steve’s hand in his hair gives him permission to press down. Trailing kisses down the long line of his neck from his ear to his shoulder and back up again, focussing on Steve’s reaction. He can feel him shiver, breathing harder than before.

   “Not that kind of guy, huh?” Eddie chuckles more to himself, but Steve must’ve heard him anyway, because he’s shaking his head in answer, before tilting back, catching Eddie by surprise when their lips touch.

   “No,” Steve insists when he pulls away, and Eddie’s whole body vibrates with knowing excitement – he hit a jackpot with this one, he can feel it. And it’s only confirmed when Steve looks at him and says, “I’m so much worse.”

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The dialogue adaptation was terrible, read the manga pls💔🥀

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shiv finally confronting tom about his relationship with greg and tom saying “we sometimes grab a drink, shiv” like he’s been rehearsing that line in the mirror every day for the past 2 years. meanwhile every day for the past 2 years tom and greg have been doing this

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Hikaru?

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who let this bird on the train

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personally i’m a fan of when a story is like. the love was there. unfortunately. this all could have actually gone a lot easier for everyone if the love hadn’t been there but here we are

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no steves were harmed

(but gay awakenings were had)

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Billy Hargrove’s attempt to be slick and aloof crumbles faster than he’d care to admit.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOLCE 🌈🌈

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Hannibal S3E06 Dolce

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Hannibal S2E13 Mizumono | S3E04 Aperitivo

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Summer will always be drawn in red, red, Billy Hargrove red.

Darling Red by @azrielgreen is the most beautiful thing I've ever read and I will never recover😭💋🌴A 77k Mungrove masterpiece.

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I ADORE how you wrote them in Small Town Boys and now I can't get enough💕