Face reveal!!!
Btw my great grandma died so RIP
(pleasepleaseplease just ONE.SINGLE.CHANCE Leon pls ill treat you good)
guess whose eyes widen qand jaw dropped to the ground why was that so sudden
RIP great grandma of sire Mattey-Stu (i fuckeduo)
Lots of hope you get your fictional man!
NOW BLOW OUT THE BIRTHDAY CANDLES AND MAKE A WISH
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Eddie is used to getting recognized in public, but it doesn’t mean he likes it.
And Gareth knows how much he doesn’t like it, so Eddie’s not really sure why his best friend has completely abandoned him like this. Well, maybe abandon is a little dramatic. He said he’d be right back, but that was half an hour ago, and there’s only so many times he can circle the park and dive into bushes anytime someone gets too close. Which is why Eddie left the park altogether and is now sitting at a bus station. No one would expect notorious Corroded Coffin frontman Eddie Munson to be at a bus station, right?
Except he’s not sure the hat and sunglasses and incongruous location are quite doing their job. A group of kids across the road have stopped and they’re all whispering amongst themselves as they look at him. Eddie really wishes he had something to conceal himself with, but his hand over his face would definitely look way too suspicious. He’s thinking he might just have to cut and run and take his chances back in the park bushes.
That is, until the most beautiful man he’s ever seen in his life sits in the seat next to him, unfurling a giant map that easily shields both of them. Eddie’s fucking savior.
“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know how to get to Japantown, would you?” the guy asks.
As it happens, Eddie does know how to get to Japantown. He hasn’t actually ridden the bus in years, but he still remembers the route. “Yeah,” he says, pointing it out on the map. “You just get on line five headed east and ride it like nine or ten stops until you get to McAllister and Fillmore. From there you just have to walk a few blocks to get into the area.”
The guy looks at him with big eyes, brown and a little droopy. “McAllister and Fillmore,” he repeats, like he’s trying to memorize it. He has pretty pink lips, glistening a little like he’s wearing lipgloss.
Fuck, he’s adorable. And looks a bit prone to getting lost. And Eddie’s still kind of mad at Gareth for leaving him high and dry out here. So as the bus pulls up to the stop, Eddie figures what the hell?
“I’m actually headed that way,” Eddie says, standing. “I can show you.”
The guy’s whole face brightens and fuck, he really is gorgeous. “You don’t mind?”
“Not at all, big boy.”
The bus is blessedly empty other than one shriveled up lady sitting towards the front with her groceries and a teenager in the middle with giant headphones and their nose in a book. Eddie heads to the back with the guy, who now has a faint blush dusting his nose and cheeks.
“I’m Steve, by the way,” he says as he sits in the seat next to Eddie. “What’s your name?”
So that confirms that Steve doesn’t know who he is. It didn’t seem like he did from how he was reacting, but it’s a bit of relief to know for sure. “Eddie,” he says, bumping his shoulder into Steve’s. “Nice to meet you.”
Steve gives him a smile that’s about as radiant as the sun as he nudges Eddie’s shoulder back. “You too.”
“So what do you have going on in Japantown?” Eddie asks.
“I’m headed to a baby shower for some friends who live near there,” he says, “Well, it’s not a real baby shower.”
“No?”
“‘Cause it’s not a real baby. That is, it’s not a human baby.”
Eddie lifts his eyebrows. “I think you lost me.”
Steve twists in his seat and starts gesturing with his hands. “Well, it all started when they found out that one of their cats wasn’t actually spayed and had gotten knocked up by a stray,” he says, “And Robin was like, ‘Hey, more cats, that’s a good thing,’ and Nancy was like, ‘No, our neighbors already think we’re crazy cat ladies.’”
“Uh huh.”
“So they compromised and decided they would keep one kitten and give the rest away,” Steve says, “So it’s less of a come give us presents for our baby shower and more of a please take our babies away shower. You know?”
“Oh yeah, one of those,” Eddie says, and Steve laughs.
“Hey, are you in the market for a kitten?” he asks. “Cause if you are, I totally know where you can get one.”
It’s Eddie’s turn to laugh. “Honestly?” he says, “I’ve got nothing else going on. Why the hell not?”
Steve gives him another one of those radiant smiles and Eddie can’t help but hope he gets more than a kitten by the end of this.
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choso is like. the weirdest guy around. like a little loser outcast that you find ugly-hot at first. that specific flavor of quiet coworker that the rest of the staff shares rumors with you about. he's a satanist, he put a kid in the hospital in high school, he steals the neighborhood cats for witchcraft. you know it's all bullshit.
he's probably harmless. it's why he's so quiet, you think. probably got bullied as a kid -- a trailer trash baby without parents. looks a little out of it all the time, hazy dark eyes brooding.
something about him always has you drawn to his presence. magnetic air. he never looks at you for more than a few seconds, always snapping away his gaze like he'd just touched a hot stove. you can't tell if he's got some kind of skin condition from the way his eyes are always tinged, blush on the thin skin underneath his dark lashes. red like cut flesh.
the first time you talk to him, it's to bum a cigarette, and it's mostly an experiment. you want to gauge his aura. you've dreamt about how his eyes would look on you after he strips you down.
the way he looks at you is like a shark breaching the shore. he reeks of parliaments and incense. wet soil.
"you look dumb with that fucking birthmark," you drawl, leaning on the alley wall.
he scoffs, flicking ash onto your shoes. "i was cursed by a witch, you know."
"gonna kill every girl you kiss or something cliche like that?"
he steals the cig from your mouth, smirking at the way your plump lips turn up into a pout. his fingers hook in between them, index finger poking your tongue.
"you wanna find out?"
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When Wolfwood tells Vash that most people will chose violence for those they love, even if they aren't fighters to begin with, he seems confused.
It's something he doesn't get, he doesn't think is right. It's not a feeling he ever felt for someone.
And it's all so.. Lonely.
Vash has been angry, flirty, happy, distraught but he never held someone truly dear to his heart, someone to protect no matter what until.. Well, Wolfwood.
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