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who's there?

Don’t mind me, I’ll just be here watching this on loop for the next forever….

Kristanna + touching

"But why is he here all the time," he whines to Robin. She doesn't like him much, but Scoops is empty, and what else is he supposed to do? Not speak to her at all?

"Why do you care what Eddie Munson is doing at the mall."

"I don't care." He scoffs, rolls his eyes. "He's just always here. Doesn't he have anything better to do?"

"Do you?"

"He doesn't work here."

"Haven't seen you doing a lot of work here, Steve."

"You spent forty minutes yesterday drawing on your sneakers."

She shakes her head, but doesn't say anything because he's right and she knows it.

He goes back to staring at Munson, sitting on the edge of the fountain. He's relaxed back, legs spread, looking like he owns the place. The way he's leaning, his t-shirt rides up, showing a tantalizing glimpse of pale skin and the lightest dusting of hair. He doesn't remember his mouth being so dry before.

"You're such an idiot." Robin smacks herself down beside him. "Eddie's a good guy. Is this just because he's the freak and you're King Steve?"

"No!" He says it too loud, a few people in the foodcourt turn to stare. "I'm not that guy anymore. That's all just--" he flaps his hand, can't find the words.

She makes a disbelieving noise, eyes narrow. "I'll never forgive you if you hurt him."

Robin stomps off to the backroom before he can stop her, tell her he doesn't want to hurt Munson.

One of Eddie's friends says something that has Eddie stretching back to hear, pulling his shirt higher, flashing the dark line of a tattoo, and that's too much, that has him slamming his eyes closed, rubbing at his brow but all he can think is--

cold cinder block at his back, hot mouths and fumbling hands and long, deft fingers; desperate, bitten off moans; hands fisted into long curls; the hot, bittersweet taste of him

It was only a handful of times, quick encounters in the locker room, once under the bleachers in the gym. And Steve, he'd never--it didn't mean anything, but it meant everything, and Eddie's been all he can think of for months.

A group of middle school girls comes in, then, and he forgets about Munson as he scoops ice cream and blends milkshakes. The next time he looks to the fountain, Eddie is gone

---

Steve cleans up the remnants of a dropped milkshake at the store entrance, and his shorts are a little too tight, okay, he can feel the way they pull around his hips when he bends too much, but he has to clean the tile before the rush starts and customers complain. There's one spot, though, it's already dried, has to really put his back into it.

The food court is crowded by the time he finishes, bustling with customers. He turns to grab the bucket, and stops dead in his tracks. Munson sits on one of the built-in planters directly behind him. He was staring at Steve's polyester clad ass, but now his eyes travel up Steve's body, getting darker with desire as they go.

He's trapped in place by the force of Eddie's gaze, by the want there. They stare at each other in silence, Steve's blood thumping a vigorous rhythm.

The moment breaks when Robin's voice, calling his name, catches his attention. He turns back to his work without a word, but inside he's reeling.

---

Steve's opening alone, comes out from the back, and there Eddie is, lounging on the fountain rim with a magazine in hand. It's been a couple of days since he's been around, not since the incident. He watches as Munson languidly flips through the pages, seeming not to have a care in the world, and he--

Well, he's never really had to wait around for something he wants.

He stalks over to the fountain, stops when the tips of his sneakers touch the toes of Eddie's boots. And, yeah, he's in his dorky sailor outfit, but Munson didn't seem to mind the other day. Steve thinks maybe he likes it.

"Munson," he says. His hands are on his hips.

Eddie looks up, slow, taking Steve in. He leans back further, crosses his legs at the ankle. "Harrington."

They stare at each other. Steve starts biting his lip. Not as a move--he's nervous, suddenly, that all of this is a waste and Eddie isn't interested--but Munson's gaze hooks on his mouth, lingers, like a warm caress.

Steve's never initiated things between them before, isn't sure if it's working. He takes the chance, though, starts walking away.

He crosses through the seating area, past the counter, into the back, doesn't know for sure if Eddie is following until the door doesn't close right away behind him.

There's a single beat of a second where they watch each other and neither moves, before Eddie is on him, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him into the wall.

"What the fuck is this, Harrington, huh?" They're close enough for their noses to touch. "You ignore me for months and now--"

"You're here all the fucking time," he snaps back. "Sitting in the same spot like you own the place."

"So, I'm not allowed to be at the mall now?" Eddie sneers. "God forbid I'm in sight of the king."

Steve tries to pull away. "That's not what this is, and you know it."

"Then what is it, Stevie? Spell it out for me real slow to make sure I understand." He leans in, a little, and Steve stops breathing.

Eddie's lips brush his, a gentle press that isn't quite a kiss, not yet. His knees go weak, the wall at his back the only thing holding him up, but the kiss doesn't deepen. Instead, Eddie steps back, laughs. "You think I'm this easy, sweetheart? That you can lure me with your little sailor costume and I'll come without a fight?"

"Am I wrong?"

Eddie scoffs, turns his head, and Steve thinks he overplayed it, that his misread everything.

"Fuck you, Harrington." Eddie grabs him, then, hands fisting into his sailor shirt. "Fuck you and this stupid, sexy outfit. Fuck you for knowing this would work on me."

His mouth presses against Steve's throat, and he moans, clinging to Eddie's jacket.

"Listen to you, sweetheart," Eddie murmurs. "Making all those desperate, pathetic sounds for me. Almost like you missed me or something."

"I did." He groans as Eddie's mouth moves along his jaw. "Missed you so much, haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

Eddie sinks his teeth into Steve's cheek, and he has to stifle his shout. He's harder than he can remember ever being before, thinks he could come just from the feel of Eddie's teeth in his skin.

"That's not what you told Billy," Eddie says. "When he almost caught us."

"I didn't want him to hurt you," he gasps. "I--I didn't want him to have a reason."

Eddie pulls away, Steve grasping after him. "I can handle Hargrove."

"He hit me in the head with a plate." Steve points to the small scar on his forehead. "That's how I got that concussion last year."

"Oh," Eddie blinks. He cards his fingers through Steve's hair, pulling it out of the way to see the scar better. "Sweetheart. I thought--" he swallows, throat working. "I--I keep coming here to see you. I wanted--"

His hand falls to Steve's neck, drawing him in. For a second, Steve thinks it's another tease, but Eddie does kiss him this time. It's deep, desperate, so thorough he thinks Eddie's memorizing the taste of him. He doesn't want it to ever stop, not for a second.

Outside, someone starts hammering on the counter bell, shouting for service.

They slip apart, Eddie still gently cradling the back of Steve's neck. "Come over tonight?" Eddie's eyes are so dark, wanting, he could drown in them.

"Yes." Because there is no other answer.

He lets Eddie out the back door just as Robin yells from the front, "Harrington! We have a customer! I haven't clocked in yet!"

"Be right there," he yells back, but not fast enough that she doesn't catch a glimpse of Eddie slipping out.

She whirls to him, brow in an angry furrow. "Steve! I told you not to hurt him!"

He can't stop his smile. "Buckley, I promise you, Munson can take care of himself."

Surprise Speeches by InkAndPoison

Famous actress, Agatha Harkness, at award seasons with her devoting speech writing wife, Rio Vidal.

A Crack Two Part Story about Rio's ridiculous acceptance speeches she has written for Agatha. Agatha has no idea what she is about to say until she is up on stage accepting her awards.

Devaneo 

Ailatan Engel · flickr · IG · MM · 500px

Why must I crave the one thing I fear?

I wish to wake up to someone beside me, snoring softly while the morning sun creeps in through the blinds.

I want to be wanted.

Yet the thought of someone falling in love with me is terrifying.

Falling in love is terrifying.

The thought of being left broken is terrifying.

- C

I love, my love.

🤭 another BA penthouse party joke (i didn't mention it) - but the aghastment about Armada on that trip should be clear.

🦋girlfriend aesthetic🦋

when we drive i will sit next to you and dance to all kinds of songs, meanwhile singing even when i don’t know lyrics

cook you food and bring it for our dates

creating playlists just for you so you will remember about me when you listen to it

hand-made presents with main concept to maintain memories

call you by cute nick names

write you love letters and big text messages about how much i appreciate your existence

hug you from behind and kiss you in the forehead

facetime you at night to fall asleep, but only after you to admire your cute sleepy face

"Don't be afraid to love someone. When you fall in love, I want you to fall in love all the way. Even if it ends in heartache, please don't live a lonely life without love. I've been so worried that because of what happened you'll give up on falling in love… Love is wonderful. I don't want you to forget that. Those memories of people you love, they never disappear. They go on warming your heart as long as you live." - Satoshi Yagisawa, Days at the Morisaki Bookshop (Translation by Eric Ozawa)

this was the best show ever. no one can ever tell me there was no gay tension at ALL between Cyd and Shelby. or Barry and Naldo. this was magical, and i admit, this cancelling kinda made me a bit sad..

Hey -

I started writing this on December 16th but I wasn’t yet ready to share. I enjoy writing amateur scripts more than lengthy Tumblr posts but hopefully this’ll do. As some of you may have heard, Best Friends Whenever won’t be going any further. Even though we’ve known this for a couple of months now, it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

First off, HUGE thank you to Jed and Scott (our leaders/work dads) for a multitude of things. I’ve grown so much as an actor and even more as a person through them hiring my barely 14 year old self and trusting me to be a part of an ensemble with some of the most comically talented teenagers I know. They made it a routine to have “writer’s lunch” every Friday where we got to eat upstairs in the production office and get giddy about future storylines, something I’ve been told “kids” shows don’t do. And there were of course SO many other people behind and in front of that show who I adore, who without I wouldn’t be the person I am today, and who I’m sure will attend my wedding someday. 

This show was my high school, the best one a girl could dream of. And even though we’ll all move on to different projects, being able to say I grew up with people is something I’ll forever cherish.

I of course can’t give enough thank you’s to you guys for the constant love - truly. We grew a following from nothing which is very rare for a show with quirky teenagers and special effects to do. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Whenever, whatever, wherever, I’m right there with you. xo, Landry

i literally smiled so big when they were both just cuddling in the little kid car after they went back to normal JABSUXISBXBKA- THEY ARE ADORABLE TOGETHER

Shelby causing Cyd to go back to normal is such a love interest thing to do js

💖

just those s a d b o i blues

if only she’d give it to me.. 💖

i don’t want to ever let go.. even if it means destroying my heart in the process.

I really don’t think there’ll ever be another one like you

-and if there is, god help my heart

ahh, the amazing feeling. ❤️

You know you’re in love when only seeing their name makes your heart skip a beat.

I love to sing. This is my passion 🥰. I feel love to my Twin Flame even I don't know him 😁 God bless you all, feel love, be grateful and enjoy the present moment 🥰🍀🌼👍🕊️💁♥️ #singer #love #soprano #beauty #naturalbeauty #naturalwoman #beautifulvoice #brunette #brunetka #cuteface #cute #lovesong #fallinlove #song #video #beautifulsong #talented #spontaneous #singing #naturalwoman #smile #smiling