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I wish I could draw because I have this image of upside down creature Eddie in The Cone of Shame because he kept trying to bite Steve’s thighs at the pool party. He eventually remembers he can just take it off himself with his own hands, but for a few minutes it’s just angry hissing and rolling around in the grass trying to get it off.
Yeah, yeah. I know it's not a real thing, but it's funny when you get into the story.
Summary: Eddie just wants to cash his first check and go out celebrating with friends, but fate has other plans. A freshly released from Pennhurst Hospital Steve Harrington comes into the bank looking for answers into the deaths of his best friends Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins he accidentally triggers a series of events that leave Eddie as his hostage. Now it's a race to find out what happened that night because Steve is suddenly on borrowed time.
~
Eddie was having the best day of his life. He had gotten a job at Thacher’s Tires thanks to Brian and had worked enough to get his very first paycheck.
He had promised the guys to meet up with them at Benny’s Diner to celebrate his first check and to treat them all to milk shakes. He knew it was going to take him longer because he had to open an account in his name, so he told them meet him there in an hour.
His van roared to a stop in front of the bank and he slid out, locking the door behind him as he slammed it shut. He walked in and never felt so out place in his entire life. The floors were black marble and walls were stark white. Not off-white, not eggshell. Pure blindingly white. There were sofas and tables in the black and white theme. Hell even the little counter thingy where you filled out deposit and withdraw slips was white.
He was standing there in ripped black jeans and a Megadeath t-shirt that had seen better days. He was so grateful he had pulled on his clean white sneakers this morning otherwise he would look like one hell of a sight.
Eddie looked around. There were a couple of people in line for a cashier, an old man with a cane and half moon glass, and a mother with her toddler on her hip, there was a young couple getting their first mortgage, and young man speaking with another agent, probably about a cash box. Then he spotted the agent who could help him off to the side. He walked up to the employee’s desk.
“Hey, I would like to open up an account here,” he murmured. He wasn’t sure why, but speaking loud felt worse than shouting in a library.
The man at the desk brightened. “Of course! I’d be happy to help you with that. Please have a seat!”
Eddie sat down and filled out all the paper work and the guy even helped him cash his first check and determined how much Eddie should put away.
As he filled out the paper work, the woman with her kid and the old man had finished their business while the couple argued over whether or not her name should be on the house, and the young man was getting more and more agitated.
Just as Eddie was finishing up a business man in a suit and a young woman came in. He honestly couldn’t tell if she was his daughter or his girlfriend, but he kept one hand on her waist the whole time.
Then as he stood up to leave suddenly there was a loud crash as all the gates to the exits dropped and the alarm overhead started blaring.
There were screams from the wife and one of the tellers and shouts from the mortgage guy and the business man demanding what the hell was going on.
“Shut up!” the young man growled, rubbing his temple with what looked to Eddie like a small pistol. Thankfully the guy was at least keeping his finger off the trigger, but that did nothing lessen the tension in the room. “Shut up! Shut up!”
The room became so stone silent that you could hear the ragged breaths of the scared people around him.
Oh hell no, this was not happening. Not today. Eddie really had places to be and he wasn’t going to be stuck in a bank being held up by some yuppie jock, judging from his clothes and the very expensive swim watch on his wrist.
The sirens continued to wail and Eddie could see that the guy was starting to pace back and forth screaming obscenities at the teller who had obviously been the one to trigger the alarm.
“Everyone just stay where you are and don’t move!” the guy yelled, still rubbing his temple like it pained him.
Eddie just wished it wasn’t with the barrel of a gun.
The screaming from the bank patrons started up again and he was starting to get a headache.
The guy pressed the heels on his palms into his eyes and bellowed. “Everyone fucking shut the hell up!”
That’s when Eddie got it, whatever was going on here, the bank robber had no idea what he was doing and before rational thought entered his head, he was on his feet and loping over to where the guy was standing.
“Hey, darlin' is this your first robbery,” Eddie said cocking his head to his side, “because wow, you sure are riled up. Now, look this little hold up is cute and all but I really have places to be, so can we just call it a day and no one gets hurt?”
“Hold up?” the guy echoed and Eddie was suddenly more confused than before. “Unless you can do something about the fucking alarm get the fuck out of my face!”
Eddie blinked at him for a moment and then he was being pulled away. He was forced to sit down and he noticed his ‘rescuers’ were the mortgage guy and the safety deposit lady who started this whole mess.
“Oh my god,” she whispered. “What do you think you are doing? Don’t you know who that is?”
“Well, no,” he said rearing his head back. “Is there a reason I should know this guy?”
The mortgage guy whose nametag read Riley looked around to make sure the bank robber wasn’t looking their direction.
“That’s Steve Harrington,” he hissed under his breath. “He went crazy and killed his best friend and the guy’s girlfriend.”
“His rich father got him off and sent into Pennhurst Asylum,” the manager whispered, frightened. Eddie could finally see that her nametag read Karen. “My daughter went to school with him.”
Eddie’s whole head snapped over to the bank robber who was shouting for the alarms to stop and the recognition hit.
“Holy shit,” he whispered. “I went to school with him too.”
But this creature before him was not the Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High Eddie knew back in the day. That boy was athletic, tanned, fitted clothes and a confidence that could only be bought by swaths and swaths of his parents money.
This was not that. The clothes he wore were ill-fitting and stained. It was clear that someone had tried to get the blood stains out but couldn’t. His belt was doing a lot of heavy lifting to keep the man from indecency.
His once beautiful hair hung limp in front of his eyes and he did nothing to push it out of his way. He was pale and more than just a little frail.
It was clear that he had been released from the hospital and came straight here. For whatever reason he was holding up a bank.
Not even Eddie’s dad was stupid enough to go from jail to a bank robbery right out of the clank.
Fuck.
Eddie was lucky to be alive.
~
Chief Jim Hopper was having a bad day. He had stopped drinking, then his ex-wife called and told him she was getting remarried in the fall to a nice guy named Paul of all things, the new rookie on the force had already got in trouble for waving his gun around, and the coffee machine in the office was broken.
Then as he was trying to copy a report, the copy machine ate it. Ate the whole god damned report.
He was so fucking done.
Hopper was grabbing his coat and calling it a day when the call came in.
There was an active robbery at the bank.
His eyes slid shut and he opened them slowly.
“I can take it for ya,” Powell said cocking his head to the side, “if you need to cut out of here.” He jutted his chin at the coat in his hand.
“You got an experience in negotiation?” Hopper growled, almost hoping the guy would say yes and he could in fact go home.
“Sorry, Chief,” Powell replied with a grimace.
Hopper let out a slow breath. “Yeah, I was afraid of that. Find out as much as you can and get at least three cars out there. Call Callahan in and tell him that the apartment building across the street has a clear line of sight to the front doors of the bank. Tell him to grab his rifle and head on up.”
Powell nodded and everyone rushed to do their jobs. Hopper let out a pained sigh and head not to his truck, but to his patrol car.
Once inside he started banging on the steering wheel and cussing and spitting. He threw the car in reverse and peeled out of the parking lot as if the devil himself was gunning for him.
It had taken less than twenty minutes to get everyone into place, but they still had no idea who the were dealing with.
They didn’t even know how many people were in there, let alone anything like demands.
“I want eyes in there!” Hopper growled. “I need to know what we are dealing with here! I need number of unsubs and hostages! I need the phone number of the bank, not the cute one they hand their customers, the real one, the one that gets me to someone in charge. And I need it yesterday!”
All around him people scrambled to do as they were told.
Powell came running up to him. “There is one perp with a what looks to be a pistol and about a half a dozen hostages.”
“God dammit,” Hopper swore. Six hostages was six hostages too many. “Is there a way we get ahold of whoever is in there?”
Powell nodded. “There’s a direct line to the manager’s office and from what the alarm company said, that’s where the distress call originated from.”
“Do you have the numb–?” Hopper began to ask when Powell shoved a boxy mobile phone at him and a piece of paper. “All right let’s do this, let’s see if this guy can be reasoned with.”
He dialed the number and immediately the line picked up, but before he could utter a word, someone screamed into the receiver, “Shut the alarms off! For god’s sake shut them off!”
“Well, hello to you to,” Hopper snarked. “I’ll turn the alarms off, but first you have to work with me. I’m Jim Hopper, chief of police. Who am I speaking to?”
“Oh well, fuck,” the robber hissed. “Yeah, I know who you are. I’m Steve and the alarms are really making my head hurt. I can’t think, I can’t breathe!”
Steve, Steve, Steve... why did that name ring a bell? “I’ll tell you what Steve, let go one of the hostages and you’ll have your peace.”
Then the phone disconnected and Hopper stared at the phone in his hand in horror. “Well shit.”
Hawkins Halfway House for Homeless Horrors (2103 words) by Trensu
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Jeff (Stranger Things)
Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, Kid Fic, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Originally Posted on Tumblr, steve harrington wants to be a dad, Siren Eddie Munson
Summary:
Steve wanted to be a dad more than anything. Unfortunately, he was a single dude in his thirties which meant no adoption agency in the world was willing to give him a chance. Or at least no human adoption agency.
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ETA: now on ao3 as Hawkins Halfway House for Homeless Horrors
ETA2: now with an additional snippet
okay, how's this for an AU
We know that Steve wants to be a dad. Like, his literal life dream is to have a minimum of six children. SIX. who wants that?? crazy people, that's who. but we forgive him his insanity because he's sweet and will actually probably be a really good dad and there's not enough of those in the world.
the downer is that it's the late 90s, he's a (still) single guy in his thirties, and every adoption agency on the planet would rather give their children to a heteronormative couple who don't even want kids than to a single dude who would dedicate his heart and soul to giving his kids a happy healthy home.
He's bemoaning his fate to Robin at a bar they recently discovered. It's a weird little joint, kinda tucked away on the outskirts where Steve could've sworn didn't exist just last week. The patrons were kinda weird too but neither he or Robin could put their finger on why or how. If Steve had been a little less miserable, and Robin a little less caught up in comforting him, they might've noticed how everyone else in the bar kept sneaking curious glances at them or how they somehow always kept most of their features hidden.
They didn't though. Even when they were interrupted by a handsome black gentleman who called himself Jeff. Jeff said that he couldn't help but overhear their dilemma and that he's actually part of an agency that is more open minded about potential foster or adoptive parents. Steve's a little deeper in his cups than he intended, and doesn't question that some random guy in a bar is offering him a chance of having children. Robin is not as far in her cups and finds it a bit suspicious.
She was going to say something about it but Jeff looked her in the eye and said, "Everything is fine. There's no reason to worry. I'm only trying to help."
"You're only trying to help," Robin murmured back blearily. "Everything is fine. Yeah. Yeah, 'm not worried."
Jeff gives Steve his card and tells him he can stop by the very next day if he'd like, since his schedule is open.
The next day, Steve is regretting having gotten so drunk. Not really because of the hangover (though holy shit, he is NOT twenty anymore he needs to stop drinking like one). No. It's because Jeff had just finished giving him a tour of the facility full of rambunctious children in need of a home.
Actually, that had been pretty okay even if the other adults in the facility startled at the sight of him and the children kept ducking into other rooms to hide from him.
No. It's because Jeff had just introduced him to a child named Dustin who sneezed unexpectedly and somehow turned into a kitten.
"Um," Steve said. Jeff sighed.
"Dustin hasn't gotten back control over his shapeshifting since his mother's passing, but I assure you he's been improving."
"...shapeshifting," Steve said, numbly.
"Yes. Dustin tends to go for cat shapes, like his mother did." Jeff bends down to pick up the loudly mewing tabby kitten. "We've managed to get him to shift mostly into a domestic shorthair, rather than a cougar cub."
"That's great," Steve squeaked as he tried to tamp down the growing hysteria in him. "Really, really great. Y'know what, Jeff, this whole thing's been great but I think I'm still kind of drunk so I'm just gonna go--"
"No, wait," Jeff says, quickly placing the Dustin kitten on his shoulder before reaching out to grab Steve by the elbow. "Please. Look, you seem like a good guy. I did a quick scan of you and everything, and I really think if you'd take a moment to sit down and--"
"JEFFORD BILLANY JONES."
Jeff's shoulders hunched, nearly dislodging Dustin from his shoulder. He sighed again and turned to face the man storming towards him and Steve.
"Eddy, you know none of that is my name."
"I'll call you whatever I want since for some unfathomable reason, you've brought a human into my sanctuary. Why is there a human in my home, Jeffamy."
"Eddy, let me explain."
"It's Eddie in front of the human," Eddie said.
Steve's brain was experiencing some sort of malfunction because Jeff had been calling this man Eddie, except if he concentrated, the way Jeff said Eddie and the way Eddie had said Eddie sounded very very different except it hadn't because they both sounded like Eddie except for how Jeff's Eddie sounded different from, the same as, different, just like--
A pair of ringed fingers snapped aggressively in front of his face, startling Steve from an impending aneurysm.
"You. Who are you, who sent you, what do you want."
Steve stuttered something incoherent. He's pretty sure he's had a mental break from reality. There was some sort of sentient black sludge creeping across the tiled floor, wrapping a tendril around Jeff's leg.
"What is that?" Steve squawked. Jeff beamed at him.
"Oh, this is El! She's a Monster Under the Bed. She hasn't decided on a form yet, but that's okay, we love her just as she is."
"Jeff," Eddie snapped. Jeff looked at Eddie stubbornly.
"You told me we needed all hands on deck."
"How dare you, I'd never stoop to using boat metaphors."
"Don't distract me with blatant lies. Eddy, you said we needed help. You said you'd take anyone at this point."
Steve has not been able to stop staring at the sludge creature (El?). He's beginning to realize that he can't quite remember what Jeff looked like, or any of the adults they had seen. He's noticing that some of the children that have been scampering about had looked off. Like the boy with the bowl-cut they had passed by earlier who had looked...frosty around the edges. Or the girl he thought had had red feathers in her hair but is now suspecting the feathers were something more than decorative.
Ringed fingers snap in front of his face again. Steve finally focused on the man named Eddie who was actually named Eddie which was different from Eddie somehow. Now that he's able to shove away the confusion that is this man's name, he's struck by the fact that Eddie was quite possibly the most gorgeous man Steve's ever seen. He had wide, dark eyes that made Steve think of seabeds in the deepest of waters. His hair was a riot of dark brown curls that for some reason brought to mind swirling schools of fish.
"Answer my questions," Eddie demanded. Steve blinked and, with some difficulty, remembered the previous interrogation.
"Uh, I'm Steve. Jeff invited me because I want to be a dad."
Eddie barked out a laugh.
"Oh, is that right? In that case, welcome to Hawkins' Halfway House for Homeless Horrors! I'm sure Jeff would love to finish introducing you to the rest of our children. Have you met Mike? He's a ghoul! Or Lucas! He's a werewolf and his dream is to become a basketball star. They both have very sharp teeth so watch out for their tantrums."
Jeff scowls at Eddie before turning back to Steve. Steve was starting to feel faint and he was no longer sure if he regretted drinking the night before or regretted not drinking more.
"Steve, it's okay. Eddy is making it sound scarier than it actually is. You said you wanted to be a dad, and we need foster parents that can help these kids learn how to blend in with humans. That's what the halfway house is for, but there's only so much they can learn while living in sanctuary. We need a way to have them experience the human world more directly while still keeping them safe, and I think you're the solution we've been looking for. What do you think?"
"I think I need to sit down," Steve said thinly. Eddie snorted derisively. Steve was slightly offended but honestly everything was a bit too much right now and he really would like to sit down for a moment just to process. Because monsters are real, apparently, and some of them need parents. Which was terrifying to think about but also not so much? Because all kids were little monsters some of the time right? If Steve could have a moment to get his bearings...
"This was a terrible idea, Jeffathan."
"I think it was a great idea, actually. I really think this could work."
"No. I forbid it. Don't do this again."
Then there was a sweet and beautiful humming. It made the edges of Steve's mind go fuzzy and soft. He blinked slowly and looked for the source of the sound. Eddie stared at him intently and when he spoke, his voice was like music.
"Steve," Eddie said. "Steve, do you want to make me happy?"
Steve nodded dumbly. He wanted that more than anything in the whole world. He wanted to make Eddie smile. He wanted Eddie to never stop singing.
"It would make me very happy if you went home and forgot everything you saw here today," Eddie continued.
Steve made a sad sound. He didn't want to forget. He didn't want to forget beautiful, gorgeous Eddie and this place that could make his dream come true.
"Please, Steve," Eddie's lyrical voice took on an aching mournful tone. "If you don't, you'll break my heart. I'll never be happy again."
The sadness in the song made Steve feel like the world was ending. Eddie couldn't be sad! Steve would rather die than make Eddie sad!
"I forget," Steve mumbled through the fog in his mind. "And you'll be happy?"
"So happy. I'd be the happiest man alive if you do that one little thing for me, my sweet Steve."
Steve nods again. "Okay."
"Good boy," Eddie croons. Steve felt like he swallowed the sun at those words. He followed Eddie as Eddie guided him through the halfway house. Eddie hummed his lovely song the entire way.
"Go home and forget," Eddie sang one last time as he helped Steve get behind the wheel of his car.
"Yeah," Steve replied dreamily and drove away.
--
The telephone rang shrilly through his apartment. Steve stumbled out of bed and picked up, only fumbling it a little bit.
"H'llo?"
"Steve, what the hell, I've been trying to get a hold of you all day! Where have you been?" Robin's voice rang out, making Steve flinch. He scrubbed his free hand over his face tiredly.
"Home? I just woke up," Steve said. It was weird that he was fully dressed, he thought dazedly, but it wouldn't be the first time he's passed out drunk in his street clothes. Was he wearing this shirt yesterday? He could've sworn he'd worn the navy one.
"What? Just now? It's like five in the evening!"
"Huh. That'd explain the weird dream," Steve mumbled.
"Was it the one where you get seduced by a giant squid? Because I don't need to know more about your weird tentacle fetish."
"I don't have a tentacle fetish! I had the dream ONE time, and I wasn't being seduced, I was getting drowned and it was terrifying!"
"To-may-to, to-mah-to."
"Whatever, this one was weirder anyway."
"I find that hard to believe but now I'm morbidly curious. Hit me with it."
"...I don't remember."
"There goes my entertainment for the evening."
"Was there a reason you called, Robin?"
"Yes! I met this girl named Chrissy and I swear Steve, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen..."
Beautiful. Steve had the faint impression of dark eyes and silver rings, but it was quickly washed away like a child's sandcastle in the tide under the onslaught of Robin's ramblings. As he listened to his best friend, he couldn't help but feel there was something he'd forgotten. There was something he'd been planning on doing today, wasn't there...?
...oh, well. If it was really important, he'd remember eventually.
Steve is excellent at molding himself perfectly to his partners interests when he is in a relationship. With Nancy he read every single article of the school newspaper she wrote. Movies nights were either filled with Tom Cruise (not that Steve minded that much) or documentaries he tried to be interested in. Once he suggested they'd watch an episode of Star Trek together but when she said "I really want to watch this documentary" he had relented.
It's the same with every girlfriend or fling afterwards. They get to pick the movie, the music, the dinner, the activities. Or more accurately Steve picks exactly what they like because they seem to expect it. He shows up to Sarah's piano recital and watches Heidi's cheer practice. He let's Jenna eject his Tears for Fears tape with a frown and put on some Ska instead. And when Chloe really, really wants to go out for milkshakes he pretends like ice cream doesn't make him want to throw up after Starcourt. Not a single one of them ever shows up at his basketball games or his swim meets.
Love means sacrifice and putting yourself second. At least when you're Steve Harrington.
So when Steve starts dating Eddie he doesn't expect anything else. It's not as bad though as with some previous dates. It's nice to listen to Eddie go on a long ramble about the history of metal. He likes to sit in during the DnD games, flicking through a magazine while Eddie and the kids play. And sure he is not the biggest fan of horror movies but it's a nice excuse to cuddle up with Eddie during movie night. Not that he would need an excuse, Eddie is incredibly tactile.
Steve is in the middle of a little league baseball game when things change. He is so focused on coaching his team he doesn't notice the mop of black curls in the audience at first. Only when his little team has their first home run and an eardrum shattering whistle comes from the bleachers, Steve turns and is surprised to find Eddie in the audience, smiling, cheering, hollering.
When he spots Steve looking at him he waves at him with an even bigger smile. During a brief water break Steve jogs over to the bleachers.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, still surprised that Eddie is here.
"Came to support my boyfriend and his team, of course," Eddie grins. If they weren't in public, Steve would steal a kiss right now. Eddie very much loathes sports and yet he still came.
Once the game is over Eddie drives both of them home. When he turns on the tape player, Steve very much expects the usual metal to come out of the speakers. Instead he is met with the familiar voice of Duran Duran. He expects Eddie to change the tape but he just lets it play. After Duran Duran there is a Judas Priest song and maybe the Duran Duran just got on there by accident. But after Judas Priest Hall and Oates plays and Eddie even hums along? No complaints, no berating Steve for his horrible taste in music, but fucking humming along?
"Did you…did you make this?" Steve asks, trying to wrap his head around what is happening.
"Yeah, thought this way we can both listen to stuff we like," Eddie smiles and laces their hands together. "But I also got some Bowie and and Queen tapes if you want something else."
It's the few musicians they can agree on. But Steve shakes his head.
"No, I like it. Leave it."
When they get to their small but comfy new home Eddie dashes upstairs to take a shower and tells Steve to pick a movie from the few he rented earlier.
The first one is Rosemary's Baby. Of course Eddie picked a horror movie. But then the next tape surprises Steve yet again. It's Back to the Future and the one after that is Star Wars there even is Top Gun. And Night of the Living Dead. A perfect mixture really.
When Eddie comes back from his shower Steve is still staring at the movies a frown on his face.
"You alright, Steveheart?"
"You know you don't have to do this," Steve says slowly. "Pretend you want to watch something I like. Or listen to my music. I don't want you to pretend."
Eddie walks over, wet hair dripping onto the floor. He presses a kiss to Steve's cheek and takes Top Gun out of his hand.
"I'm not pretending," he says and walks over to their TV. "I want to watch stuff you like. The same way you agree to sometimes watch stuff that I like. That's how it works, doesn't it? We compromise."
Steve blinks. Compromise. No ones ever really wanted to compromise with him. No one ever cared enough.
"Why?" he asks and sits down on the couch.
"Because I love you. And I want to know about the things you love. The same way I want to hear about your day or how your run went, if you liked your green smoothie this morning," Eddie says and sits down on the sofa too, pulling Steve into his arms.
And maybe it's taken him 22 years to learn. But finally Steve realizes that love is not putting others always first. Love is to meet in the middle. Love is to care, and to compromise and to share.
He's never felt so loved like when the intro to Top Gun starts playing.
Rainy Date - Steddie Fanart
STRANGER THINGS - Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson
I think this was my first Steddie fanart I drew, last year. I know I referenced a photo for the pose, but for the life of me I can't find it. I might go back in and render it a bit, but for now I was happy with the flats~
Idea what these two in like, their late 20s-mid 30s, well-established boyfriends on a date~
steve and eddie sharing a wardrobe is so adorable and hilarious to me. like imagine steve in eddie’s leather jacket and a lavender pastel polo. eddie in steve’s extra-tight, light-wash levi’s and a mesh long-sleeve. steve in the green hawkins gym shorts and a pair of eddie’s platform boots. eddie accessorizing his metal ‘fits with steve’s sunglasses and nikes. usually looking a bit ridiculous due to the juxtaposition of their clashing styles, but not caring because it makes them both feel loved. it reminds them that they belong to someone, that they’ve finally found a place to call home.
um okay so i think we—as a fandom—actually really do need someone to draw steve in the green shorts and eddie’s boots (i’m thinking big clunky shit kicking duct tape on the sole docs) asap
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id : a digital painting in mainly peach and purple tones of eddie sitting with his legs around steve, they're gazing at each other. eddie is wearing a crown of pearls and purple and white flowers, steve is wearing a pearl necklace with a star, they are both wearing multiple gold rings and a long wrap of lilac fabric wrapped loosely around eddie's chest then steve's waist. steve is leaning back against eddie, one arm resting on eddie's leg, his other arm holding onto the other. eddie is petting his hair and raising his chin./end id
oct 6 : crush/you could start a cult/sincere for @eddiemonth
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