R- Rockstar
R is for Rin (@rindecision) the first person I DMed ever!
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This fic is inspired by this beautiful art made by @firefly-party (who was so kind to let me use it as an inspiration!)
Rating: Teen and Up
Relationship: Steve /Eddie (vague mention of Chrissy /Robin)
WT: no one
Words: 1144
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Eddie swears while he smokes the last cigarette from his packet.
“Didn’t you promise Murray that you were going to quit? It’s bad for your voice, you know that.” Chrissy tells him when she finds him on the roof smoke chaining.
“This is a fucking emergency and I’m sure that Murray will understand.”
“If you say so.” She replies, looking at him unconvinced, so Eddie puts out the cigarette on the wall behind him.
“Did you come to give me more bad news?”
She shakes her blond ponytail “No, actually I came with a good one.”
“Is Gareth ok? Are we going to play tonight?”
“Well these are two very different questions and I’ll give you two very different answers. First no, Gareth is still at the hospital and they are not going to let him leave his room, he just got his appendix perforated and it’s not a joke.”
Eddie lets himself slip toward the floor dramatically “Fuck. We are screwed.”
“But…” she continues, helping him up “You must go back because Corroded Coffin are going to play tonight!”
Eddie’s eyes widen “You didn’t.”
Chrissy smirks “I did.”
“How the hell did you find a drummer with such a short notice? Is he good? Does he know our songs?”
“He is quite good. We are very lucky because his tour just ended and he seems to know at least some of your songs.”
“Some?”
“He is good Eddie, you will be really pleased with him, I’m sure of it.”
Eddie hugs her so tight that he almost hears the bones in the girl's body cracks “Sorry, sorry. You are a magician Chrissy! I don’t know how you made it but it’s the greatest news ever! I would have been so pissed if we had had to cancel the last date of our concert and rescheduled!”
“I know, that’s why I insisted. The drummer wasn’t really convinced at the beginning, but you know me! I worked my magic and now it’s downstairs to rehearse with Frank and Jeff.
“Without me?” the metalhead asks, offended.
“You are the one crying on the roof, not my fault.” Chrissy replies with a sweet smile.
“The face of an angel and yet you are so cruel! I was mourning! Didn’t you notice?”
“Oh, I noticed, as I noticed all the cigarette buts on the floor.”
“Promise me you will not say to Murray that I smoked.”
“Pinkie promise.” She replies with a smirk, and Eddie feels there is something he is missing, but he is so excited to have a temporary drummer that he doesn’t ask any questions and runs toward the stage.
The new drummer is turned toward the boys but he seems familiar.
“Hey, Ed! Have you seen the new drummer Chrissy got us?”
The boy turns and Eddie’s blood turns into ice “Harrington?”
The chestnut boy winks at him “Hey, Munson. Chrissy told me you needed a drummer.”
Eddie turns toward Chrissy who is laughing behind the papers that she is holding.
“Do you care to explain, Cunningham?”
“Well, Different Twins last tour date was yesterday and they were still in town, so I asked a favor to a friend.”
“Which friend?” Eddie knows that Chrissy has a crush on the blond singer and guitarist of the duo, but she knows that he is not indifferent to the pretty drummer either.
“Is it important? I got you a drummer, isn’t that what you wanted?”
Even if Different Twins play pop music Eddie has seen Harrington play more than once and he is definitely capable of repeating a song just after one listening so Eddie is pretty sure that he will nail it; the problem is Eddie: will he be able to concentrate on the music and not on the drummer?
“I fucking hate you, Cunningham.” he murmurs between his teeth.
“Nah, you love me. Now go and do what you do best!”
Eddie raises an eyebrow “Make a fool out of myself?”
“Play!” she replies, pushing him toward the stage.
“Well, I think that the boys already told you about our songs’ setlist, right?” Eddie asks, getting on stage.
Steve nods “Yeah. We were talking about the last song. I was proposing to play Running Up the Hill.” He says making a bun with his hair and fixing it with a pen.
“Sorry?”
“Running Up The Hill, your version of the song.”
Eddie shakes his head “We usually close with our version of Sweet Dreams.”
“Yeah, I know it, but it sounds like an easy choice. I mean… don’t you want everyone to leave the concert still pumped? It’s your concert, so it’s your choice but…”
“We haven’t played it in so long.” Jeff intervenes, looking at Eddie “I’d like to play it again. What do you say?”
Eddie glares at Jeff, he just put him in a difficult position “That’s not what we decided…”
“Come on! It will be fun!” Frank insists and Eddie sighs.
“Ok, ok, but we have to rehearse it at least a couple of times, ok?”
That’s how Eddie finds himself close to Steve, watching his every movement and finding them impeccable.
“You are good.” Eddie tells him, offering some water.
“Were you worried?” Steve asks amused.
“A bit? Sorry, but it’s our last tour concert and I didn’t want to fuck it up.”
“I get it, I’m the pretty boy who plays pop music, aren’t I?”
Eddie can’t deny that he was thinking these very same words so he simply shrugs whispering “Sorry.”
“It’s fine. I guess you’ll have to offer me a beer.”
“What for?”
“For being rude?” Steve replies sticking his tongue out.
That’s not what Eddie was expecting from him, he was expecting a preppy rich kid who would have reminded him that he comes from a rich family and is a talented multi-instrumentalist, but instead, he simply asked for a beer and stuck his tongue out like a five-year-old.
When they get on stage Steve is wearing a blue tank top that shows all his constellations of moles and Eddie has to try his hardest not to get too fixed on the drummer during the concert, even if his eyes find Steve’s more time than not.
“So, how do you like him?” Jeff asks Eddie when they get backstage after the concert.
“He is good.”
“I’m sure he is good at many things…” he whispers with a wink, but Eddie can’t reply because Steve is waiting for him.
“If I’m not wrong you still owe me a beer, right?”
Eddie turns toward Jeff to ask him if he wants to join them, but somehow both he and Frank have vanished into thin air.
“Well, it seems it’s just me and you, big boy.” Eddie concludes “My place?” he asks and the smile Steve gives him tells him all he needs to know.
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*Sakura decorating her apartment for Christmas, with Kakashi helping her*
Sakura: Okay … windows look good, the tree looks good …
Kakashi: I don’t know, kid; I think maybe you could use some more green tinsel around the doorframes.
Sakura, sighing: Green. Her favorite color. The asshole.
Kakashi: Now, now. You know this isn’t her fault; if anything, you should be blaming me, that Ino’s not here. I’m the one who sent her on that mission, after all.
Sakura: No; you gave her a choice. You told her she could either take this mission before or after Christmas. She chose before, even knowing that she’d likely never make it back in time. *sighs, sits on the couch* Guess our relationship isn’t as good as I’d thought …
Kakashi: Sakura …
Sakura: But I guess I can’t blame her. She’s probably sick of me by now. We spend so much time together, out on missions, at the hospital, and now living together? She probably needed this break.
Kakashi: My dear, sweet child; I think you need to have more faith in your girlfriend. It’s the holiday season, isn’t it? The perfect time for surprises. Maybe she’s —
Sakura: Unless she’s hiding naked in my closet right now, I don’t want to hear about “surprises”, Sensei. I —
*a muffled voice from Sakura’s closet*
Ino: Not entirely naked, you jerk. I’m wearing a bow.
Sakura:
Kakashi, preparing to hightail it out of there:
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