Oh, look! It’s another first kiss ficlet 🙈 approx 450 words / shameless fluff
The cassette clicks softly as it turns over, blank tape gently hissing before the next song comes in with a blast of drums and guitar; Eddie looks at Steve sitting beside him on the floor at the foot of Eddie’s bed. Steve has his eyes closed, head dipping side to side not quite in time with the music, not like he lacks rhythm—the fingers drumming on his knee are keeping perfect time—but like he’s lost in the song.
It takes a moment for Eddie to realize Steve’s softly humming, but when he does he smiles. He shifts his weight onto one side, propping an elbow on his bed, and just looks at Steve. The dusk light sloping through the window catches on the long sweep of his eyelashes, renders the shape of him in bright gold.
Steve’s eye cracks open and he looks at Eddie. “What?”
“Nothing.” Eddie looks at Steve a moment longer, then he slides his elbow off the mattress, turns so he’s facing the same way as Steve again. He lets his head rest back against his bed, closes his eyes. “This is such a fucking good song.”
“Yeah.”
“I really wanna kiss you, right now, man.” Eddie keeps his eyes closed a moment longer, heart beating time with the music, before he opens them and chances a look at Steve.
Steve’s brows are raised, but they slowly settle the longer he looks at Eddie. His eyes dip and he presses his lips together, tongue between them.
Eddie doesn’t move, not even when Steve does, leaning his weight on one hand on the floor between them, bringing him closer to Eddie. It’s not until Steve tilts his chin up, pressing his mouth softly to Eddie’s, that Eddie moves. He pushes forward, deepening the kiss, part of him not daring to believe this is real, but most of him slowly sinking into it.
Steve angles Eddie’s face with a hand cupped to his jaw, and Eddie threads his fingers through Steve’s hair, pulling gently, and Steve moans into the kiss. Or maybe it’s Eddie. Maybe it’s both of them.
When they part, Steve blinks, running a hand over the back of his neck, turning away with a small smile. His teeth peek out, stark white against the pink of his lips, and he huffs softly.
Eddie drinks some of his beer, the cold metal of the can a shock against his lips after the warmth of Steve’s mouth. He smiles, catches Steve’s eye, then smiles wider when Steve smiles back.
An easy silence settles over them and they sit there side by side, legs tangled together as they listen to the music and share their secret smiles.
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ok alien stage fans dont hate me for what im about to say im just throwing the IDEA out there okay. but just listen
you know how we have these two promo images of ivan and till?
("observation" and "decision" by vivinos)
paralleling their young selves and their current selves. young ivan sits with till and happily watches him sing, older ivan stares more seriously at till as they're about to enter the contest, having just made some sort of decision (we don't know what exactly that means yet. to lose? to not compete? to tie? to... win? given his convo with sua that might be the "nicer" option in his mind)
and now the promo art for round 6 dropped, "cure"
its OBVIOUSLY playing on paralleling these shots again. this time it seems to be after till got punished and is asleep or unconscious (or maybe he just has his eyes closed, but i dont think hes awake- he's not the type to be so chill about the face touching)
what if... its also meant to parallel a "future" shot? just like the previous two?
if till ends up dying this round (SAD!) we could end up seeing the second half of it. with ivan's hand on till's corpse. but this is pure conjecture, not super likely. im just saying is all.
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