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AU where Eddie meets a cute boy in the holding cells at the police station and one thing leads to another, and turns out the Chief of Police does not like if you make out with his son. Oops.

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the dome

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'under the dome'

rated t | 704 words | no cw | tags: band manager-ish steve, friendship, up and coming corroded coffin, steddie getting together

also on ao3

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“There’s no fuckin’ way you booked us at the dome,” Gareth says with an eyeroll. His attitude is pretty terrible lately, but it’s mostly out of a growing frustration that they’re all facing. “We couldn’t even get the fairgrounds last week.”

“Well, the lady at the fairground office is a bitch who hates anyone who doesn’t sing bluegrass or pop. You scare her,” Steve says. “Do you want it or not?”

“Of course we want it!” Jeff and Frankie yell.

“Good. I already told them yes,” Steve says as he walks away, leaving them in disbelief that they are playing the largest venue in Indiana.

Eddie is watching him leave. Well, he’s watching his ass leave. He won’t admit that he’s into Steve, but everyone, including Steve, knows he is. Steve’s just waiting on him to make a move. Everyone has bets. It’s a whole thing.

“This has to be a dream,” Gareth says. “There’s no way we got the dome. That’s like…9,000 people.”

“Not counting the upper level seating,” Frankie adds. “That’s another 1,000.”

“How did he get us the dome?” Eddie whispers more to himself than the group.

“He’s pretty good at this,” Jeff replies. Eddie shakes his head. “Are you seriously disagreeing?”

“No!” Eddie’s quick to answer. “He’s great at this. It’s just he’s doing it all for free and, like, we owe him a lot. I assume we should probably give him a percentage of this gig, right?”

“Duh,” they all say in response.

They all love Steve, wouldn’t be anywhere without him. He works a full time job and still finds time to get them on stages all over the state, and he’s the only person besides Wayne who can even start to understand Eddie’s moods. He deserves a lot more than the pennies he’s given from their paid gigs, but he never complains or asks for more.

“What do road managers usually get?” Frankie asks.

“Is he our road manager?” Jeff asks.

“He’s kind of our everything manager,” Gareth says, turning to his drum set. They still need to actually practice or they’ll disappoint everyone who shows up at the dome, which actually could be no one. “Industry standard is 10%.”

“That’s not enough,” Frankie, of all people, says. “What about 20?”

“We don’t even know what this gig pays. We still have to cover our usual costs and pay each of us,” Jeff, always the logical one, replies as he tunes his guitar. “Maybe we stick to 10 until we get a few more gigs like this booked.”

Steve walks back in the room and leaves a few water bottles on Eddie’s amp.

“Stay hydrated so I don’t have to pick you up off the floor. It’s hot out here,” he says as he starts to leave the room. “And the gig is a guaranteed $2500, plus 10% of ticket sales and 10% of merch sales. You’ll probably end up pocketing closer to $7500 based on my math.”

Everyone blinks back at him.

“You’re all loud. And 10% is fine. I like what I do. I like taking care of you guys. As long as I can keep my regular job, I’m good,” Steve smiles at them. “Plus Eddie’s gonna buy me dinner tonight, right?”

Eddie goes pale. “I am?”

“Yeah. I got an advance on your first rockstar paycheck. We’re going on that date you’ve been wanting to ask me out on.”

And then he just leaves the room.

They all stay silent and still for a full minute.

“Did that just happen?” Eddie finally asks.

Gareth pats his shoulder. “Looks like you got yourself a date, bud.”

“What will I wear?” Eddie drops his pick. “Where are we even going?”

Gareth shrugs.

“I can’t practice under these conditions.”

“Yes you can!” Steve yells from the other side of the door.

“Alright, let’s run through our set list,” Eddie strums once to make sure his amp is plugged in properly.

Everyone rolls their eyes, and Gareth knows Steve probably is too. They get to perform at the dome, and Eddie gets the guy he’s been in love with for so long everyone was losing hope anything would ever happen.

It’s all coming together.

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the clown

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📺 Funny tv man go brrr

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My sister sent this to me, and as a lesbian in MA I can't say anything lmao

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she's a terror. obviously

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listen to me. this. but make it steddie ✍️

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this post is brought to you by the headcanon that steve wears tinted lip balm (and also steddie week :) ♥)

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for the hand people, as a treat

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zlibrary gone... FUCK TIKTOK FUCK BOOKTOK I hope that app burns in hell

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"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."

Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]

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coping mechanisms

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Selfcarevisuals

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if you've been drawing for several hours and the piece doesn't turn into anything, you didn't waste that time. you still drew. art is art, not a product

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Eddie and Steve settle down in a town just outside the border of Indiana, so close that it's only a different state in name, and carve out a little place for themselves.

They live in a tiny house at the edge of town with other like-minded recluses. They're all friendly, but they mind their own business. It's an open secret what they share in their house as two men with no wives or girlfriends, but they're not the only ones in similar positions.

Eddie gets a position at the only mechanic shop in town, which is always understaffed. Steve works at the grocery as a clerk and shelver.

After a handful of years of being with Eddie, Steve fully lets go of any lingering hope of having children of his own. It hurts a little, but even if the system would deign to give a child to a gay couple, it certainly wouldn't be two men living in a tiny bungalow at the ends of the forest. He wouldn't trade what he has for the world; he loved Eddie more than anything, but it's something he has to come to terms with.

Then one day, when they're both closer to 40 than 30, a kid starts lingering around the storefront for hours. He's probably around 11 or 12 give or take, small and skinny in a way that makes Steve ache a little. He wanders in and out a little, looking around at the shelves of cool drinks and fruit with a cautious eye until something startles him and he scuttles out to the front.

He watches it happen for almost two weeks. It's driving him crazy how no one is saying or doing anything. They're all just pretending they don't notice. He raves about it almost every night to Eddie, who calms him and nudges him a little to talk to him.

The next night, the kid is still there when Steve gets out at nine, later than he's ever stayed before. He takes a moment to waffle about what to do, but he grabs two iced teas from the fridge and two of those pre-packaged danishes and heads out.

He sits on the curb without saying anything, a safe distance between them, and drops half of his loot by the kid's leg. He doesn't look at him, just opens his own drink and looks out into the waning summer sun. He can feel scrutinizing eyes glaring at the side of his head, not touching the food.

They sit for a good five minutes before the kid snatched the drink and food up, turning his back halfway to scarf it down quickly. He scurries away quickly after he finishes, Steve watching him go.

Steve continues this routine, the kid, Jake, getting more comfortable as Steve continues to be kind. He opens up a little bit more about school and interests, but he never talks about home.

One day, Jake doesn't show up, and Steve freaks out. He goes home and gets Eddie so they can both drive all around town. Steve has a terrible feeling in his gut that sinks completely when they don't find him before the sun comes up.

Eddie holds him as he urges him to get some sleep before his shift.

The next day, all Steve can do is look out the big windows, waiting for ratty off-brand Converse and a red hoodie to walk through the doors. It takes almost his entire shift, but he does eventually see Jake slink around the corner of the store across the street, walking slowly toward the store.

Steve tears off his apron and makes some excuse to the other clerk, and runs out into the street to meet him. He knows he shouldn't, but he's just too relieved to stop himself, and scoops him into a hug.

Jake flinches but clings back desperately, clinging to Steve and sobbing into his shoulder. Steve doesn't give a shit if it's right or wrong or whatever, he knows Jake has been hurt and he's taking him home.

They get to the house, Jake having calmed down a little bit but still holding right to Steve's hand. He goes around and scoops Jake into his arms and takes him inside. Eddie is waiting on the porch, backlit by the soft glow of their living room.

Jake is hesitant at first, especially with the new man in the picture, but he knows Eddie from stories, and they get him to open up about what happened. The entire time, Steve is crushing Eddie's hand in his own, overwhelmed with rage.

They let Jake pass out on the couch, belly full of grilled cheese and tucked under their plushest blanket. The two men don't sleep that night, staying up until the sun rises again, discussing what to do.

In the end, Steve and Eddie leave in the early morning, going to the house Jake described in his story. They're greeted by a gruff-looking man reeking of booze, already spitting angry insults for the early wake-up call.

What they do is less than legal, but in a town this small, things tend to work by their own rules. They make it clear that Jake won't be coming back, and that they'll be keeping him under their roof. The man gives only a token protest before he lets Eddie bully his way into the house to find what exists of Jake's documents.

They go home and present their offer to Jake. They have room for him, if he wants to stay. He's old enough that he can make his own choice, and they won't force him, but they would love to give him a home.

Jake is a difficult, troubled kid, but he brings to much joy and purpose into their lives that they didn't even know they were missing. Their sparse neighbors keep them under their protection, making sure the budding little family has what they need to keep themselves afloat.

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We crave more Peter and DC stuff 🙏🙏🙏

I’ll do you one better.