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2004, Chicago.
Steve Harrington finds himself as a sous chef for one Eddie Munson at the coveted Hellfire Grill.
Turns out, gay clubs, kitchen culture, and a penchant for aggressive men gives Steve an opportunity for more than he could have hoped for.
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22 Oct 2022
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The kids convince Steve to take them all to a Renaissance Faire and LARP event.
Steve has more fun than he admits.
And then Steve has a LOT more fun than he admits.
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12 Jul 2022
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The third day in a row he sees expletives graffitied over an image of his own face—the post office bulletin board, this time, and there’s another errand Uncle Wayne won’t want him running anymore—Eddie waltzes into the Family Video and sprawls his whole torso across the counter. “I’ve decided I’m gonna live to a hundred,” he proclaims.
“Why?” Robin asks, at the same time Steve says “How?” and Eddie grins, showing all his teeth. He’s taken to checking his brakes haven’t been cut every time he starts the van.
“Pure spite, baby. They wanna kill me, they’ve gotta get through me first.”
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08 Jul 2022
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“So, got some news,” Roman starts. “There’s a teensy-tiny 100% chance my dad thinks we’re fucking.”
Matsson blinks. “Excuse me?”
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Shiv tells Logan the dick pic was meant for Matsson. Roman tries (and probably fails) to style it out
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02 Feb 2022
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“Holy shit, you got us a murder cabin.” Sam shakes his head, backing away from the stain. “Somebody died right here, in this goddamn murder cabin, and you want me to make coffee next to where it happened. In the murder cabin,” he stresses. It’s worth it.
“It’s not—that’s not a thing, and that’s not blood. It’s rust.”
“How do you know?”
Bucky gives him a look that manages to convey asshole, I spent seventy-odd years in the murder cabins I won’t admit exist, I know from a goddamned pool of blood on the floor with a couple eyebrow furrows and a little shake of his head.
“Riiiiight,” Sam draws the word out, watching Bucky step the eyebrows up into motherfucker, you have got to be kidding me territory. “Probably seen your share of giant pools of blood in your day. Bet you visited all the best murder cabins.”
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sam and bucky, trapped together in a (not) canadian (not) shack.
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09 Apr 2021