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southxrncharm · 2 years
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holy infant so tender & mild *stevie licking her lips*
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brckensociety · 6 months
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WHAT DOES LOVE FEEL LIKE TO YOU?
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stevie roberts is... fire
one touch from them sets you on fire. and it burns and burns and takes over everything in its path, including you. you don't care. they are worth it. they are worth every sacrifice and tear, every smile and laugh. as long as they are at your side, you will happily light that match and set everything aflame again. don't slip on the gasoline, my love.
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billy is... fear
the tap of a nervous foot against the floor. those butterflies in the pit of your stomach. a dry throat. heavy limbs. you want them so badly that it hurts, but fear keeps you frozen to the floor; what ifs and hypotheticals run rampant through your head. it's a chain around your neck, love, and it's your choice to let it choke you or break it.
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dixie is... a double-edged sword
oh, my love. you've been hurt before, haven't you? you've put your trust in someone before and gotten burned. there's a blade pointed right at your chest, but now, you're holding a knife too. aren't you tired of being on edge? of guarding your heart? lower your weapon, my love. you can rest.
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jax is... drowning
maybe you've spread yourself too thin. maybe you've got so much love in your heart that it's choking you. whatever the reason, you cannot continue this; this give and give and give, the push and pull of everyone else's needs. you can barely keep your head above the water. your limbs can only support you so long. something will give. you know it will be you.
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caden is... fire
one touch from them sets you on fire. and it burns and burns and takes over everything in its path, including you. you don't care. they are worth it. they are worth every sacrifice and tear, every smile and laugh. as long as they are at your side, you will happily light that match and set everything aflame again. don't slip on the gasoline, my love.
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kayden is... everything
nothing matters but this. not you. not them. this moment, this love that you've built, that is what matters. it is all that there is. you will do anything to keep it this way; no matter what line you have to cross, who you have to step over. the ends justify the means, after all; and for you, this is everything. they are everything.
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griffin is... a double-edged sword
oh, my love. you've been hurt before, haven't you? you've put your trust in someone before and gotten burned. there's a blade pointed right at your chest, but now, you're holding a knife too. aren't you tired of being on edge? of guarding your heart? lower your weapon, my love. you can rest.
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grey is... fire
one touch from them sets you on fire. and it burns and burns and takes over everything in its path, including you. you don't care. they are worth it. they are worth every sacrifice and tear, every smile and laugh. as long as they are at your side, you will happily light that match and set everything aflame again. don't slip on the gasoline, my love.
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cricket is... everything
nothing matters but this. not you. not them. this moment, this love that you've built, that is what matters. it is all that there is. you will do anything to keep it this way; no matter what line you have to cross, who you have to step over. the ends justify the means, after all; and for you, this is everything. they are everything.
tagged by: @greedaeye (from dash <3) tagging: @lcstinfantasy, @sxlcst, @mccntower, @gccdbyelovc & whoever else wants to do it and sees this!
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brckensocietyarch · 9 months
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WHAT EMOTION ARE YOU?
(fun fact: there's a pattern.........)
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axel is… guilt.
your guilt gnaws at you like a cancer, slowly destroying you from the inside. it is a constant reminder of the mistakes you have made, of the people you have hurt, of the opportunities you have wasted. you deserve to suffer for what you have done, and the only way you can atone is by punishing yourself, by making yourself suffer. you want to torture yourself, knowing you let everything happen, and your pentinence will eat you whole. it is a small price to pay for the pain you have caused others, but do you truly deserve it?
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billy loomis is… denial.
your denial is like a thick fog, obscuring your view and making it difficult to see the truth. it is a comfortable lie, a way to avoid the harsh reality of your situation. it is like a cloud that hangs over your head, a veil that hides your true feelings from yourself and the world. poor soul, you can’t even look into the mirror without denying reality. it’s not your fault- you can blame everyone else. when you’re done, you’ll see what you truly desire.
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cherri is… longing.
your longing is like a ghost, a haunting presence that follows you wherever you go. it is a feeling that slips in and out of your mind, a reminder of what you have lost, what you will never have. don’t you wish to feel their touch again? it’s too late, so let me guide you. you can resist, it’s expected. the passion of your heart is like a wound that never heals, a scar that won't fade. not even you can stop it.
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crimson is… denial.
your denial is like a thick fog, obscuring your view and making it difficult to see the truth. it is a comfortable lie, a way to avoid the harsh reality of your situation. it is like a cloud that hangs over your head, a veil that hides your true feelings from yourself and the world. poor soul, you can’t even look into the mirror without denying reality. it’s not your fault- you can blame everyone else. when you’re done, you’ll see what you truly desire.
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diesel is… denial.
your denial is like a thick fog, obscuring your view and making it difficult to see the truth. it is a comfortable lie, a way to avoid the harsh reality of your situation. it is like a cloud that hangs over your head, a veil that hides your true feelings from yourself and the world. poor soul, you can’t even look into the mirror without denying reality. it’s not your fault- you can blame everyone else. when you’re done, you’ll see what you truly desire.
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dixie is… guilt.
your guilt gnaws at you like a cancer, slowly destroying you from the inside. it is a constant reminder of the mistakes you have made, of the people you have hurt, of the opportunities you have wasted. you deserve to suffer for what you have done, and the only way you can atone is by punishing yourself, by making yourself suffer. you want to torture yourself, knowing you let everything happen, and your pentinence will eat you whole. it is a small price to pay for the pain you have caused others, but do you truly deserve it?
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hazel is… guilt.
your guilt gnaws at you like a cancer, slowly destroying you from the inside. it is a constant reminder of the mistakes you have made, of the people you have hurt, of the opportunities you have wasted. you deserve to suffer for what you have done, and the only way you can atone is by punishing yourself, by making yourself suffer. you want to torture yourself, knowing you let everything happen, and your pentinence will eat you whole. it is a small price to pay for the pain you have caused others, but do you truly deserve it?
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maddox riley is… anxiety.
anxiety is your companion, the shadow that hangs over you like a storm cloud. it's a voice that whispers in your ear, telling you all the things that could go wrong- echoing and bouncing inside the walls of your mind. it's a feeling that clutches at your chest, making it hard to breathe. it's a cycle, a never-ending loop of worry and fear. i wish i could turn it off for you, silence the doubt in your mind, but it's always there, lurking in the corners of your thoughts, ready to strike when you least expect it.
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maison is… denial.
your denial is like a thick fog, obscuring your view and making it difficult to see the truth. it is a comfortable lie, a way to avoid the harsh reality of your situation. it is like a cloud that hangs over your head, a veil that hides your true feelings from yourself and the world. poor soul, you can’t even look into the mirror without denying reality. it’s not your fault- you can blame everyone else. when you’re done, you’ll see what you truly desire.
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silas is… longing.
your longing is like a ghost, a haunting presence that follows you wherever you go. it is a feeling that slips in and out of your mind, a reminder of what you have lost, what you will never have. don’t you wish to feel their touch again? it’s too late, so let me guide you. you can resist, it’s expected. the passion of your heart is like a wound that never heals, a scar that won't fade. not even you can stop it.
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stevie roberts is… guilt.
your guilt gnaws at you like a cancer, slowly destroying you from the inside. it is a constant reminder of the mistakes you have made, of the people you have hurt, of the opportunities you have wasted. you deserve to suffer for what you have done, and the only way you can atone is by punishing yourself, by making yourself suffer. you want to torture yourself, knowing you let everything happen, and your pentinence will eat you whole. it is a small price to pay for the pain you have caused others, but do you truly deserve it?
tagged by @carp3diems (saw on my dash) tagging you reading this
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muirneach · 1 year
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i know i lich rally have a stevie icon but i think i’m more of a stephen girl than i had previously presumed
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palmtreesx3 · 8 months
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As my header states, I'm too old for this. But here I am anyway. If you're here you're gonna watch me embarrassingly lust over every version of Steve Harrington (who am I kidding, just Joe Keery in general) and while I mostly just react to other people's tremendously talented work, I occasionally dabble myself.
So if you are lurking, enjoy and leave some kisses 💋
(18+, don't be cunty, yada yada yada)
🔥 Spicy/Smutty 🚨 Cannon/Cannon Adjacent ❤️ Fluffy/Boyfriend-ism 😩 Angsty
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Get Off (Series) 🔥18+ - SexShop!Steve x Reader : SexShop!Robin x OC (7/9)
Summary: Steve and Robin have about had it with Hawkins, so on Robin's 25th birthday, the pair decides that there's nothing holding them there anymore and they start packing their bags. The friends move to Chicago and quickly find an apartment to call their own. As luck would have it, within hours of arriving to the city, Robin stumbles on a no-strings-attached job offer for both of them - what could be better?! Now just to break the news to Steve…. This multi part story will both explore their platonic relationship and their chaotic experience working at the sex shop together as well as their own paths of self discovery as they plant their roots in their new city and finally deal with the invisible baggage they drug along with them when they moved. Act 4 - Out Now :)
Prologue || V-Card || Act 1 || Act 2 || Act 3 || Act 4 || Act 5 || Act 6 || Epilogue
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King of Wishful Thinking (Series) ❤️ Fluffy but eventually 🔥 18+ and marked as such because I'm a hoe - Steve Harrington x Reader (2/?)
Summary: Steve has been in love with you for his entire life. He has always wanted to express his feelings and do nice things for you, but every time he tries to come up with new and creative ways to show you how much he cares, but it seems like fate is always against him. Even though he shallowly convinces himself that you’re just meant to be friends and despite these setbacks, Steve remains determined to keep trying. He still holds onto the hope that someday he'll be able to express his feelings to you and maybe, just maybe have them reciprocated. Paused but not forgotten
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1974 || 1978 || 1980 (coming soon)
Joe Keery Photo Drop Support Group A place to gather when he sends us into a tizzy. This support group was started in response to the Behind the Blinds Photo Drops but can and will be revisited anytime this man rocks our world like that again....All are welcome. Judgement Free-zone. Cake ALWAYS served.
Birthday Cake Train 🍰 A communal space to celebrate birthdays and serve up a slice of Cake....you know which kind. Join the thread when it's your turn. There's enough to go around.
Seeing Stars 🔥18+ The crew finally decides it's time to start celebrating the 4th of July again, but Steve Harrington finds he can't stop himself from staring.
A Girl Like You (PT 2 to Seeing Stars) 🔥18+ In the aftermath of the 4th, embarrassment and emotions are flying, tables turn and shit gets figured out. Read Part 1 to see how exactly we got here.
Deeper for You 🔥18+ It's your annual beach trip with the crew from Hawkins, something you've all been doing together your whole adult life after life forced everyone to part ways. You're all close, but this year, an accidental encounter in the outdoor shower makes you get a little closer with one person in particular.
Jealous Friend One Shot 🔥18+ ask Watching your friend, Steve Harrington, go on Kamakazi Mission dates over and over again was getting kind of old. You’re always there to listen, comfort and pick up the pieces but what if this time it’s just too much? What if this time you’ve had enough and something that feels a little bit like jealousy rears its ugly head?
Firefighter!Steve One Shot
Taking Care of Steve (Road Head) Blurb 🔥18+ ask
Vampy Steve Blurb ask
Fool in Love Blurb (King of Wishful Thinking inspo) ❤️
Stevie Takes Care of You When You're Sick Blurb ❤️ ask
Joe Keery as Steve Harrington Micro expressions
Steve Harrington Smells Like head cannons
Cozy Cardigan Steve (Joe Keery Dork Mag inspo) ❤️
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Ok maybe I'm being overdramatic, but please also consider reading these fics or series I feel like I'd lay down my life for because they have become a visceral part of me and changed the fabric of my being and I think about them all the time. They are all *chefs kiss* and written by amazingly talented people who also have deep Masterlists that also deliver. So wake the fuck up and read em! Again, most (okay fine, all) are 🔥 18+ ...again, because I'm a hoe
Into Open Flames 🔥😩🚨 on AO3
Midnight City 🔥 by @superblysubpar
We'll Call it Love 🔥😩 by @superblysubpar
If Tomorrow Never Comes 🔥😩🚨 by @sweetsweetjellybean
All I Really Want is You ❤️🔥 by @loveshotzz
Whatta Man (Steve's Night) 🔥 by @loveshotzz
New Years Eve (Steve & Eddie)🔥😩 by @loveshotzz
Beyond 🔥 by @abibliophobiaa
We Tried the World 🔥😩 @upsidedownwithsteve
And I Snuck in Through the Garden Gate ❤️🔥 @upsidedownwithsteve
Don't Call Me Baby 🔥😩 by @katyswrites
Aftermath (Steve & Eddie)🔥😩🚨 by @sweetsweetjellybean
Daisy 🔥 by @thyme-in-a-bubble
PSA: Don't steal my shit. Don't repost my shit. Don't steal other peoples shit. Don't use AI. Don't feed my shit into AI. Don't feed other people's shit into AI. Just come here, read about this sweet piece of a man and live on our fantasy island together in lust and in peace.
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farm-witches-fic-recs · 4 months
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The witches love to see all the familial fondness! Check out these community recs for some wonderful moments with some of favorite family members.
Golden Days (AWorldofDreams/ @a-noble-dragon) “The fall imagery and writing style is gorgeous! Marcy bakes pies for all her sweet boys, including Clint. It also features reminiscing over old photos and David basking in the Brewers' love for him.”
Growing Up Brewer (pandorasdaydream) “A big, beautiful, detailed world that is Patrick’s backstory. Marcy and Clint raised a remarkable, loving son. This fic tells us how that happened.” 
“400k words of Marcy and Clint from when they started dating till they are old and gray. It’s a beautiful story!!” 
He shines ( @smallumbrella369) “I love that it's from Marcy's point of view. I love how she loves her son and lets him grow.” 
Real life fairytale ( @blackandwhiteandrose) "This is my favorite Brewer one shot, probably. I love the conversation that they have and everything that we learn through them talking and there's so much love and warmth and affection. It's a good read when you need a quick hit of happiness.”
Season with love ( @lastchancecafe) “I love nothing more than a David and Marcy fic and this one just hits my sweet spot right. Love and food and family.”
Stevie & Patrick are Buds ( @weathereyehorizon) “This series of seven short fics is a go-to for me. There’s antics and bestie-ism in peak form. Patrick and Stevie’s imbalanced social dynamic cannot be beat.”
we'll take the world together ( @landofsonlali) “This 5+1 sibling feels fic is a gut punch followed by a warm hug. It's amazing to think how much David & Alexis went through and how their relationship gets strengthened over time. I miss them!”
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flowercrowngods · 2 years
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nice to meet you, where you been? (steddie tattoo shop au)
🌷 part 1 | part 2 (or read on ao3) | T – 12.3k – 3/3 🌷
part 3: fallingforyou (5k)
in which the boys finally have that date
Eddie doesn’t even make it home before his phone vibrates, revealing a new message from an unknown number. 
Unknown: hi i was a bit dumb and didn’t ask for your number but i figured you’d be cool if i take it from the form you filled out for the tat. hope that’s fine! 👀 
Steve: oh this is steve by the way
Eddie snorts and leans against the lamp post beside him. It’s a bit stupid, the way he just essentially drops everything to text a boy; but he’s always been like that, and he sure as hell isn’t gonna change that for Steve fucking Harrington! In fact, he has a feeling it might only get worse from here on out. 
Eddie: Aw and here I thought this was Brad. I even drew a little heart beside my phone number on the tattoo form :( Steve: pff please you’d never get a tattoo from someone named brad Steve: that’s not even a real name  Steve: people named brad aren’t real Eddie: Brad is ghosting me and you’re joking about it, Harrington, I cannot believe this 💔 Steve: i’ll make it up to you Steve: are you free on saturday? Eddie: Only if Brad doesn’t un-ghost me 😔 Steve: menace :D Eddie: I’m getting your tattoo removed as we speak!!! Eddie: !!!!!! Steve: :( Eddie: That’s what you get, Stevie. That’s what you wanna take on a date.
Eddie’s heart is hammering in his chest, the wide grin faltering a little when he realises what he just said. He called it a date. Is that right? Is that what Steve wants? Is that what they’re doing? There is a chance that Steve only wants to catch up, hang out as friends. Queer friends that can’t exactly stop smiling at each other, who occasionally get lost in each other’s eyes, who flirt, who…
Damn. He’s not objecting to a friendship with Steve. Hell, it would probably be one of the best things to happen to him right after his band and the soulmate-ism with Chrissy! But the thing is, he’d have a massive crush to get over first. 
There, he’s admitting it now. He has a crush on Steve Harrington like he’s never had a crush like this on anyone before, ever, in his whole entire life. Except once, in high school, for nearly two years. On Steve Harrington. Fucking dammit, he is so cliché. He’s leaning against a lamppost, grinning down at his phone, and everything! 
And Steve isn’t typing anymore. Eddie is kind of dying. How’d this man get this much power over him in the matter of, what, like a week? 
Eddie: Not too late to back out of that by the way Steve: are you kidding me?? Steve: bro i would take you on that date right now instead of waiting until saturday Steve: but alas
‘Alas’! The boy knows words! 
Eddie’s heart is doing a somersault in his chest — and if anyone asks, no, that’s not him giggling down at his phone out on the streets like a helpless little gay boy with his first real, butterflies kind of crush. 
Eddie: Oh damn, you're a real go-getter, aren't you, Steebie? Eddie: Wait Eddie: Did you just call me bro Eddie: DID YOU JUST CALL ME BRO STEVEN Eddie: B R O ?????? Eddie: Is that what we are 😔
Steve: drowning my phone as we speak 
Steve:if you need me no you don't
And if Eddie is cackling at that, laughing, blushing, hiding his face behind his curls, no, he is not. 
Giggling, blushing, and feeling so very alive, Eddie hits the call button and hopes that Steve didn’t actually drown his phone and went to leave the country. 
But luck, it turns out, favours him today, because Steve picks up on the first ring. 
“Hi, bro,” Eddie says, still laughing. On the other end of the line, Steve is groaning, but Eddie can hear something even better. “Oh my God, is that Nobody’s Perfect you’re listening to? From Hannah Montana?” 
“Picking up the phone was a mistake,” Steve sighs without any real heat, and Eddie just wants to go all the way back and watch him. Chin on his hands and all. Just watch Steve as he closes up, listening to ridiculous songs that make him call people bro as he’s flirting with them, and tell him how beautiful he looks in clothes that are not designed to make people look this perfect. 
“So what was that about taking me on a date right now?” Eddie asks instead of saying any of that, listening as the music gets quieter over the line. 
There’s a moment of silence and Eddie imagines Steve shrugging. He’s adorable even in Eddie’s head. He lives in there now. Rent free, just pretty and sassy and not at all bro-like. 
“Stevie?” 
“Uh. Yeah, that was, uh. Sorry.” 
“What for?” 
A huff, some shuffling, and Eddie yearns. He feels it in his hands, the way they’re tingling, aching to reach out, to hold, to keep. 
Steve sighs, then speaks. “Nothing, just a whole narrative of things that make me sound like the clingiest dude, so let’s pretend I didn’t say a thing?” 
Eddie smiles before he knows it, because Steve might be saying what he thinks he’s saying, and he’s being shy about it. Shy! Steve! Eddie never stood a chance. 
“You miss me already, Mister Kettle?” 
“Maybe.” And God. How is he so charismatic even when he’s shy and most probably blushing? Steve Harrington, force of nature specifically designed to wreck Eddie’s little heart and soul and universe. 
“Say the word and I’ll come back, Stevie,” Eddie says, and he finds that he means it. He doesn’t have plans, Chrissy isn’t home to tell him he’s not dreaming, and he has this ache, this tingling in his chest, his arms, his hands. This feeling that tells him he has to go hug Steve right this second and not let go for the next five to seven business decades. 
There’s a huff and the ache only gets stronger. 
“In fact, Steeb-o, it’s actually testing every ounce of strength this mind and body possess not to jump back into the subway and make my way over to you. So, like. Say the word. I think I might literally be begging you to go ahead and say the word, give me an excuse to be annoying and clingy.” 
Steve chuckles and he sounds both relieved and stricken, and Eddie wants to know. He wants to know what’s happening inside that pretty little head. He needs to know what Steve thinks, what he wants, what he sees, what his world is like. 
This is crush of his is moving incredibly fast. And still it’s far from enough for Eddie, and he knows that’s kinda not good, not healthy, a bit dangerous possibly. But it seems to be the same for Steve. Like maybe they’re bad influences for each other. 
Like catalysts for destruction. But how would the boy who shines like gold in the sunlight destroy him? The boy who listens to Nobody’s Perfect when he’s cleaning and closing up, the boy who tapes up his shirt sleeve so Eddie won’t have to take off his shirt, the boy who has a whole binder of weird-ass tattoos and the softest touch, the quickest mouth, the sharpest tongue, meeting Eddie’s banter head-on like it’s all they’ve been doing since taking their first breath of shared air. 
It’s not destruction that’s happening. It’s something much, much more terrifying. It has Eddie’s heart beating in his throat all the same. 
“Let me take you on a real date,” Steve says then. “When I didn’t have a long day at work. When I won’t say stupid shit. Okay, Eddie?” 
The yearning doesn’t stop, not when Steve says his name like that, in that smiling way he has. Part of him wants to object, wants to insist to turn around and spend more time with Steve. He wants to kick himself, wants to apologise for just running out of the shop like that. If he hadn’t, maybe they could go on that date now. 
But Steve’s exhausted, and he deserves better than Eddie being actually clingy and annoying about this. Boundaries. No matter how tingly his arms are. 
“Of course,” is what he says. “Sorry.” 
“Not at all,” Steve hurries, that casualness back in his voice that makes Eddie want to go eat a tree. “I think I started that, anyway.” 
“Yeah, when you called me bro,” Eddie adds, snickering. 
Steve groans again. “I hate you.” 
“And for good reason, too, bro.” 
“I’m hanging up on you, Edwin.” 
“Can’t believe you continuously hate-crime me, Steve Rogers.” 
“Captain America? You won’t hear me complaining.” 
Eddie snorts. “You’re so easy, man.” 
“Goodbye, Eddie,” Steve laughs, and Eddie wants to soak it up. Live inside that laugh. 
“Bye, Stevie.”
And then the line goes dead, and Eddie finds himself still leaning against the lamppost, stupid grin on his face, face half hidden behind his hair. There is that nice sting of a new tattoo on his arm, the late summer air is breezing through his jacket, and the upbeat Powerwolf song picks up where Eddie left it when Steve called. 
It’s a good day. A great day. A wonderful, perfect, absolutely breathtaking day. 
Eddie is a bundle of nerves and anxiety by the time Saturday rolls around. He’s spent more time in Chrissy’s bed than in his own and they went over the whole, What if he finds out I’m actually the most boring person on this planet? ordeal, which has gained him a pillow to the head and a big, big hug. He’s not complaining. 
But he also is decidedly not calm when he sees Steve rounding the corner. Not when he sees the guy breaking into a huge smile that puts even the sun to shame, and especially not when he spots the flowers in the guy’s hands. Flowers for him. Flowers that make his heart skip.
God, he’s so lame. 
“Hey,” Steve says, still smiling, except now Eddie can see he’s blushing. Blushing! 
Abort mission, abort mission! Eddie cannot do this. He is not cut out to dating pretty boys that blush and bring him flowers. 
“Hi,” he says, feet rooted to the ground as he feels his own blush rising to his cheeks. “Are those for me?” 
“No, actually they’re for Brad. I’m surprised to meet you here, this is kinda awkward now.” Steve’s looking around in a theatrical manner and Eddie hates him so much, he is so lame! 
Except now they’re both laughing and Eddie is pulling Steve into a tight, warm hug. It feels so intimate, the way Steve’s face is pressed against the crook of his neck, his arms tight around Eddie’s middle. And the little hum when Steve’s laughter subsides sends shivers down his back.
He was right, actually. Holding Steve is the best thing his arms could do, and he never wants to let go. 
“Hi,” he says again after a while, closing his eyes and smiling into Steve’s shoulder. 
“Hey.” 
This is going great. Neither of them seems in the mood to let go anytime soon. 
But then Steve takes a step back and holds out his flowers to Eddie. They’re dried flowers, the same he has in the little vases in his tattoo parlour, and they smell amazing. It’s ridiculously cute. Everything about Steve makes Eddie want to explode and scream and laugh and cry and take the deepest breath of his lifetime. 
“I would have given you fresh ones, but I feel like that would have been a bit sad if they can’t get water, and these ones will probably last you a bit longer, too. I hope that’s fine?”
It’s fine. It’s so, so fine. God, it’s so lame, but it’s so fine, and Eddie wants to scream again. Instead, he takes the flowers and goes in for another hug. Steve chuckles and breathes a tiny little sigh of relief that Eddie soaks right up. 
“Thank you, Stevie,” he murmurs. “I love them, actually. Very metal, to bring me dead flowers, actually.” 
At that, Steve sputters and shoves away from him, still laughing. “Yeah, I figured you’re weird enough to enjoy dead flowers more than dying ones.” 
“Touché, Steven. Touché.” 
“You're so weird,” Steve says and then nudges their shoulders together. “Now come on, mister tough guy metal man.” 
“Oh, I’m gonna have that be my actual title. Can I legally make you address me like that?”
Steve eyes him from the side and says, in the most serious tone, “I won’t say anything without my lawyer.” 
Eddie cackles at that, feeling elated and excited and just really fucking good. Steve makes him feel all those good things that people have been talking about forever, and it’s only just the first date. He’s helpless. Can’t stop looking at Steve, sneaking glances and hiding behind his hair when Steve meets them, looking so fucking fond that it makes Eddie want to run away again. 
It’s intense in a way that Eddie has never experienced. And they talk. Oh, but they talk. About everything and nothing, and it feels so natural. He learns more about Steve’s best friend Robin, he still doesn’t know the name of his little tattoo angel friend, and it turns out walking around town with Steve is an experience, because you can’t take the guy anywhere. 
Every five minutes there’s someone waving, excited to see him, or even just nodding as they pass them on the street. It kind of adds to his sunny disposition and makes Eddie feel like he’s stepped into a parallel universe, like he’s witnessing something primal to the human experience. Something like joy, like fascination, like the universal constant that is being drawn to Steve Harrington. 
And he’s staring, smile on his lips, when Steve notices. 
“What?” he asks, sounding a bit shy underneath that amusement as he pays for ice cream and hands Eddie his cone. 
“Nothing.”
“Didn’t look like nothing to me, man.” 
Eddie eyes him. “Are we entering bro territory again, Harrington?” 
“Oh fuck you,” he laughs, and then the moment is over and Eddie could go back to his musings. He could. But he’s Eddie fucking Munson, and if there’s one thing he doesn’t have, it’s a filter. And chill. Okay, there are several things he doesn’t have, and all of them come out when he’s around Steve, apparently. 
“It’s just, you’re like the sun.” 
Steve stops in his tracks, looking at him. “I’m like the sun?” 
Eddie nods and comes to a stop a few steps ahead of Steve. “Pretty much.” 
“Uh. Care to elaborate?” 
“Well, first of all you’re wearing a yellow button-up, of all things, and that just screams sun at me, no take-backs,” he points out, and Steve looks down at himself, frowning a bit like he’s only just realised the colour of his shirt. Adorable. 
Eddie continues, before his brain catches up with whatever the fuck he’s doing, baring his thoughts like that on the first date. 
“Secondly, you’re kind. Like, you’re a genuinely nice guy. And I think the term sunny disposition was coined for you specifically. Actually, I have a friend in linguistics, I can ask her if there are any etymological… Anyway, uh.” Oh, there it is. His brain is back and he realises what he’s saying, notices the way Steve’s looking at him, his head cocked to the side, looking at him. Seeing him. Understanding what he’s saying. 
Eddie swallows and goes back to eating his ice cream, looking anywhere but at Steve. 
He almost misses it when Steve says, “You’re cute, Eddie Munson.” 
His head whips up when he hears that, staring at Steve and his stupid little smile, his shining eyes, the glazed look in them, like he’s seeing Eddie and the rest of the world for the first time. 
And Eddie, because he truly deserves the title of triple high school flunkee, says, “No, you.” 
Steve huffs and shakes his head, still with that smile on his lips as he approaches Eddie again, crossing that distance. Drawing Eddie in even though his feet are rooted to the floor again. He swallows as the blood rises to his cheeks, bringing with it a heat that only deepens his conviction that Steve is a fucking sun of his own. 
They’re so close, suddenly, that Eddie can smell the sweet lemon ice cream Steve got, and he holds his breath, petrified. He begins to understand why, throughout history, people have built religions around the sun. Why they have worshipped and created mythology around her, why people have been likened and pronounced representatives of the sun herself. 
He gets it when Steve leans in and brushes the sweetest kiss to his burning cheek. His hand lingers on Eddie’s jaw even as he pulls away. 
“Cute,” Steve says with a finality that a voice as raspy as his shouldn’t possess. But Eddie doesn’t dare argue, not when Steve is so close, not when he can see the blush on his cheek, not when he only needs to turn his head and their lips would touch. “And pretty. Thank you.” 
The fingers on his jaw are moving in the slightest caress once, twice, three times before Steve pulls back. 
And Eddie sways. Honest to god sways on his feet, and he tries to mask it by taking a step back and spinning around, but Steve’s light snicker tells him he’s been found out. 
It’s unfair, though, that Steve gets to have this charm. This confidence. The courage to just kiss his cheek when it takes Eddie everything to just act normal. Well, as normal as he gets. 
It’s unfair. And addictive. He hides his face in the flowers that smell so perfectly like spring and summer and freedom that it makes him positively giddy. Everything about today makes him giddy. 
Can it really be like this? Is this really for Eddie to soak up, is this for him to keep? This kind of happiness and joy never did seem to be reserved for him.
But then Steve asks if he can take his hand, and Eddie opens his heart to the moment and links their fingers, daring to look over and catch Steve’s smile before he ducks his head away. 
As far as first dates go, this is the best one Eddie’s had. They just walk a lot, which is perfect for his restlessness. This way he can run away from Steve and let the man laugh as he catches up, shaking his head with fondness. And Steve does. He follows him, he catches up, he gives chase, and suddenly they’re kids having a perfect summer day outside, their bellies full of ice cream. 
And it turns out, Steve Harrington is not just a pretty face, a kick-ass tattoo artist, an interesting mind and a sunny kind of smile. No, he’s also a person Eddie wants to genuinely spend time with. It’s almost too good to be true and it makes him want to hide. 
So he does. But not behind his hair, no. He presses his face into Steve’s collarbone, and instead of shoving him off or laughing awkwardly, Steve just wraps his arms around him and holds him. Tight. 
“Everything okay?” 
Eddie nods, holding Steve in return. “Yep, but if you’re gonna ask me any more questions, I’m gonna be real stupid here.” 
Steve hums. “Stupid like me saying I didn’t really want to wait until today and just see you again right away on Tuesday?” 
It makes his heart jump, because, yeah, something like that. Something exactly like that. 
“Uh-huh. It’s just…” He sighs and steps back to look at Steve. “I’m having a really wonderful day. And it feels sort of forbidden.” 
“Forbidden how?” 
“Like… God, this is gonna sound very, like, thirty steps ahead, probably. But you’re, like. Man. You’re kinda perfect, and I can’t really wrap my head around the fact that we’re on this date, and that you’re calling me cute and pretty. Because people don’t do that. Not to a trans guy, not to me. And I didn’t even know I wanted that, but, boy. Boy. I do. I really fucking do.” 
Steve is smiling by the end of it, and Eddie doesn’t quite understand. He should be running, should be looking at him with pity in his eyes, or that misplaced kind of understanding that’s really just nothing else but pity, just disguised with a dash of transphobia. 
“Why are you smiling?” he asks when he’s just about to explode. 
Steve shrugs, but that smile stays. “I like that you just… Say these things. That I can ask you what’s up and you’ll tell me. I don’t know, makes me feel like you trust me.” 
“I do.” 
That smile widens a fraction, and Steve takes his hand. “Well, let me return the favour, hm? I like being here with you. I’m having a really amazing time and I don’t want it to end. I didn’t want it to end on Tuesday either, I don’t know. It just… I don’t know, it feels right. And you are cute. And pretty. And funny, and just really great to spend time with. It feels like I get to be a version of myself with you that’s just, like, all of it, you know? It’s scary, of course it is, and makes me feel a bit stupid, too, but more than that it’s just really great. I’m sorry people are weird, but believe me when I say that, yes, you get to have cutesy dates, too. I’d take you on one, like, every week if you want.” 
“Every week, huh? What, do you have a crush on me, Harrington?” 
“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” 
And just like that, they’re laughing again. Relieved, happy, filling their little bubble with joy and sincerity and butterflies. 
Things are moving fast, but Eddie feels that if they went any slower, the world might actually end. 
They don’t kiss that day. 
In fact, it’s past midnight when Steve cradles Eddie’s cheeks outside the door to his apartment, looking at him like he hung the moon. Eddie’s not any better off, he feels. 
“Can I kiss you, Eddie?”
“I’ll bite you if you don’t.” 
Steve hums as he leans and brushes his lips against Eddie’s. It’s a good kiss. Oh, it’s a great kiss. It might just be the best kiss of his life when he feels Steve’s tongue against his lips, and he moans a little as he winds his arms around Steve’s neck, holding him there. Keeping him. 
They kiss lazily, perfectly, for so long that it leaves Eddie a bit dizzy. And when he breaks away to take a breath, Steve leans his forehead against his temple. 
“Goodnight, Eddie,” he whispers. “Thank you for today.” 
Words fail him, so he just nods before pulling Steve in again by the back of his neck, kissing him some more. Because how in the world could he not? 
“When can I see you again?” he asks, just to be a little pathetic. 
Steve moves the kisses from his lips to his nose, his cheek, his eyelids and up to his forehead, making Eddie glad there’s a locked door behind him. 
“Tomorrow sound good?” 
“Tomorrow sounds perfect,” Eddie breathes. “Best fucking day of the week.” 
Steve laughs and presses one last chaste kiss to his lips. 
“For the record,” Essie says, pulling away from Steve, a bit breathless, “when you say tomorrow, you mean today, right?” 
And Steve pauses. Steps away from Eddie. “I can’t believe I like a guy who thinks the day is over at midnight.” 
Eddie would laugh at that, but… “You like me, huh?” 
“Very much. Thought that was obvious what with the kissing and the handholding and the whole speech thing we had going on earlier.” 
Eddie is too giddy to retort and he’s only mildly petrified when he actually giggles, darting forward for another kiss. “Goof. Goodnight, Stevie. Now leave before I do something stupid like inviting you in.” 
“Oh yeah, we wouldn’t wanna do that. You’d end up seeing all my tattoos and spontaneously combust. I can’t bear that kind of responsibility.” 
“Your— Steve!” But the man is already retreating, walking backwards to watch Eddie as he laughs, giving a silly little wave that has no business being so cute. “Get your ass back here,” Eddie hisses as loud as he dares, aware of the time and the fact that his neighbours will be asleep already. And that’s not even mentioning Chrissy. 
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Eddie.” 
“Will you show me your tats then?” 
“What? Sorry, I suddenly can’t hear you anymore, you’re so far away.” Asshole. Beautiful fucking asshole who kisses so good that Eddie’s still leaning against the door. He hates him. So much. They’re gonna have a spring wedding. 
Tomorrow finds Eddie outside of Steve’s door, fighting both nerves and a big smile as he knocks. Seconds later, the door sweeps open with a flourish and Steve is on the other side, smirking at him, looking so damn put together that Eddie falters a bit. 
“So rude of you to turn up your damn charm, Harrington.” 
“Only for you, Munson,” Steve says, taking Eddie’s hand and pulling him inside. “Only for you.” 
Eddie steps into his personal space and kicks the door shut gently. “Oh yeah? Well, I’m charmed. What’cha gonna do about it, big boy?” 
Steve hums, bringing his hands up to Eddie’s neck. “Think I’m gonna kiss it better, see if that helps.” 
And then he does. He pulls Eddie in, closing what little space was left between them and takes his breath away with a long, gentle, intimate kiss. 
“God,” Eddie breathes against his lips, his own hands landing in Steve’s hair, which earns him another hum. 
“Yup.” 
God, he’s so lame. 
“So,” Eddie says with one last kiss to Steve’s lips. And then another. And another. “Show me your tats?” 
Steve laughs and leads the way further into the apartment. It’s nothing like Eddie expected. Sure, it’s tidy and clean, because Steve just seems like the kind of guy who folds his laundry immediately and takes his dishes to the sink instead of letting them pile up or soak. But there are posters on the wall, there are little figurines and fairy lights lining the shelves, pictures of Steve and a girl that looks vaguely familiar. So many pictures actually, of Steve and the girl and other people, laughing and blurry at times, testaments of good times. 
They make Eddie smile a bit. Fucking sunny boy Steve, alright. 
Steve and Eddie end up talking for a while first, sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and some stupidly delicious cupcakes. 
“Robbie made those.” 
“Your roommate best friend? The one with the fear of needles or something?” 
“The one and only,” Steve laughs. “She has a little bakery down the street, actually. Used to stress bake half her life before she turned it into a business. The night before her finals in high school, she made three cakes and dour batches of, like, three different types of cookies. She aced her finals, of course.” 
“Of course,” Eddie grins, taking another bite of the cupcake. He’ll have to stay with Steve just to get his hands on more of these, damn. Chrissy is coming with him to get more tomorrow, he decides.
“I also told her you chose her favourite little angel and she wants to marry you now. Except, I reminded her that you’re a man and she, very respectfully, passes.” 
“Shame.” 
“Very. Guess now you’re stuck with me.” 
“Damn. The hardship,” Eddie sighs with all the drama lessons he ever had in his life, and it makes Steve chuckle as he takes his hand. They stare at each other for a moment or two, just soaking up the smell of coffee and their respective smiles. 
The moment ends when Steve raises his hand to his lips and presses a kiss to his knuckles before rising to his feet and tugging him along into his room. Eddie zones out for a bit just watching Steve move in his space, talking about something that Eddie doesn’t really comprehend because he’s busy staring as Steve takes of his shirt, and— 
Oh. 
They’re wings. 
Steve has wings. Four of them, and they’re like mandalas. Intricate little things, but when Eddie takes a closer look, trailing his hand along Steve’s warm skin, he can’t help but notice that the lines are a bit like smoke. They don’t seem to follow any pattern or direction, and up close, they don’t look like wings. Up close they look like disjointed, wonky lines. Like a freestyle tattoo, almost absentminded in its ink.
They’re beautiful, covering Steve’s whole back, mixing fine line patterns with stronger, thicker, almost aggressive lines. Eddie could stare for hours, tracing the abstract lines, trying to figure them out and giving up with the fondest fascination. 
And that’s how they find themselves in Steve’s bed, shirtless, Steve lying down on his front, his head placed comfortably on his folded arms. Eddie is straddling his legs, moving his hands up and down Steve’s back, which turns into a light massage and Steve purrs underneath his touch. 
There’s nothing sexual about this — and not just because they’re both sort of ace. It’s just tender. Trusting. Gentle. 
Steve’s shoulders, his chest the insides of his upper arms, they’re all covered in tattoos. All rather abstract versions of common motifs. There are monsters, too, and it’s like someone turned Lovecraftian storytelling into a tattoo machine and used Steve as a canvas. Eddie somehow has no doubt that Steve designed most of these together with Robin or that artist friend Will he mentioned yesterday.
He wants to ask, wants to understand, wants to know it all. But words don't belong in this moment, so Eddie keeps up the gentle motions of his hands. Soon, Steve is falling asleep under his hands and Eddie joins him after a while. They’re wrapped around each other, comfortable, without a care in the world. It’s rather perfect. 
And if you ask Eddie years down the line, he’ll say that this is the moment he knew he could very well fall in love with Steve Harrington. In fact, he’s already on his way there. 
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okay whew, we are done? i think? maybe? there might be a buckingham part to this at some point, but if y'all have anything you wanna see in this verse, i'm open to being pestered very kindly and patently please i am quite literally on the verge of an anxiety attack rn)
thank you @ everyone who was even mildly enthusiastic about this little thing, you 12 people have my whole heart 🤍🌷🥹
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dontfeeltoohot · 2 years
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Eddie's Birthday Weekend: Friday, October 28th YTAU Warnings: Steve snarking at Eddie near the end, oops. This chapter is short, but I hope you enjoy! You can read my detailed info about this entire fic HERE.
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The sound of an alarm going off makes Eddie groan. Dimly aware it’s not his but his boyfriends, the artist hunkers back down under his nest of blankets, listening as Steve’s weight disappears from the left side of the man’s bed. 5:00am is far too early for anyone, but the coffee shop owner takes it like a champ, something Eddie admires about him. He himself doesn’t mind mornings, but there’s always some defining line of absolutely not, and anything before 6:00am is where that line appears. 
Listening to Steve shuffle around quietly, Eddie can picture the man, his ever-flawless hair a little sleep-ruffled, his eyes puffy from sleep. There’s a pause in movement and he knows the younger man is rubbing his face and stretching, probably trying to decide what shirt he wants to wear or if he has time to shower. A minute later he hears the shower turn on. Bingo. In the past month, he feels as though he’s become pretty well versed in Steve-isms, can picture perfectly in his mind the way his nose wrinkles up when he’s yawning, or the way his hand will find his hip when Max or Dustin say something that makes the man annoyed. 
Outside of Steve’s room, he picks up on Robin moving around the apartment, a quiet string of cuss words falling out of her mouth as she bumps into something. Eddie’s grown to love waking up in their apartment, something he thought would take more time getting used to. He’d roomed with Chrissy for a while, and even Gareth at one point, and having roommates had been a test of the man’s patience. Now though, it’s comforting, hearing Robin and Steve go about their morning while he lays there half asleep. 
Time passes, though Eddie’s not sure how much exactly. One second he’s imagining his boyfriend showering, the next there’s a kiss being pressed on his forehead. Eyes opening, he looks up and dark brown eyes meet light. Steve’s smiling at him, wearing a dark red polo and dark wash jeans. 
“Hey sleepyhead. Just wanted to let you know Robs and I are heading out. I hope you have a good day at work, and don’t forget you have your lunch with your uncle.” 
Shit. Steve’s right. Per tradition, he and Wayne have breakfast or lunch together every year to celebrate his birthday. This year, due to schedule conflicts, they’ve decided on a few days before his actual birthday, but Eddie is still excited all the same. It’s easier, too, since he’s living back in the same town as the other man, and not three hours away. 
“Mm, thanks Stevie,” Eddie nods, rubbing his face and sitting up a little so he can catch his boyfriend’s lips in his own. 
“Lemme know how it goes babe! I’ll see you tonight.” 
Steve leaves and Eddie lets himself enjoy another two hours of sleep before his own alarm goes off, alerting him to start the day. Usually, he’ll start his day out with oatmeal and eggs, but because the long haired man is at his boyfriends, he starts it out with changing clothes, popping a Zyrtec from the bottle on Steve’s bathroom counter, and making his way back to his own place. Letting himself into his two bedroom apartment, Eddie pulls up an episode of Gourmet Makes on Youtube and lets it play as background noise while he works on the eggs, mind wandering to the idea of getting a pet. 
Obviously, dogs are a no go- the only kind he’d be able to get is a hypoallergenic one and goldendoodles aren’t really his style. He’s been debating on a cat, but Steve’s allergic. Logically, he knows that shouldn’t be a deciding factor, especially when the man himself says not to worry about it (and they both know Steve kind of wants him to just for indulging purposes), but Eddie can’t help but worry. The other options are a rat, or maybe a hedgehog, which both seem pretty cool and relatively easy. Maybe once his birthday weekend is over and things have calmed down he and Steve can go look at the cats at the shelter, just to get an idea of it all. 
Sitting down at his table with his food, the tattoo artist checks his levels on his pump, makes sure his bolus insulin is set correctly for meal time, then digs in, savoring the hot meal on such a chilly Autumn day. Sunlight is streaming into the apartment, making it look cozy, the balcony allowing for a perfect view of the yellow, red and orange trees in front of the apartment complex. When Eddie finishes; a bite of one and then the other repeated until gone just like every other day for twenty eight years, he rinses his dishes, sets them in the half full dishwasher, and makes his way to the shower. 
11:00am rolls around and Eddie finds himself sitting in a booth by the window at the local diner on Main Street, waiting for his Uncle to arrive. Not a minute later, Wayne Munson walks in, a blue and green flannel on, underneath his well-worn work jacket, a Chicago Cubs hat perched on his head. The twenty eight year old stands and hugs his uncle tight, not having seen him for over a week, then sits back down, handing him the laminated menu despite both of them knowing what they’re getting. 
“Missed you old man, anything new going on?” 
“It’s been less than two weeks, Eddie, Christ. What do you want me to tell you, I’m engaged?” 
Snorting, Eddie rolls his eyes and pushes his arm a little from across the table. 
“I’m just curious about your life, sue me,” he shoots back with a smile. 
The lunch goes like every other one before it- Wayne gets a burger, Eddie gets white bean chili, and they eat in comfortable silence. It reminds the younger man of every night in the trailer when his uncle wasn’t working, how they would share a meal on the couch while watching an old episode of The Andy Griffith Show or Everybody Loves Ray. When he was little, he’d beg for Home Improvement, always enjoying Tim’s antics. 
After the check comes- “I’m payin’ Eds, it’s your damn birthday meal, quit it,” - Wayne pulls out a card from the pocket inside his jacket, and hands it to the guitarist. Opening the envelope, Eddie takes the card out and starts reading, slow and careful. The message on the card is generic, but when he opens up the front, there’s a long note written in slanted, cursive writing. 
Eddie,
You know I’m not much of a sap, but getting to watch you grow up, getting to raise you, it’s been the biggest blessing of my life. I miss your mom every single day, and I hate that what happened, happened, but the outcome isn’t something I’d ever trade. You’re one year away from thirty now, and I can’t find the words to tell you how proud I am of you. I’ve seen you go through so much shit in the past twenty years, things no one should ever have to witness or go through, but I’ve been amazed every time at how you’ve been able to handle it. I’m sorry I wasn’t more involved before you came to me, and I’m sorry I didn’t step in with Trent. I’ll never forgive myself for either. 
Anyway, I know you’ve been saying you need to get a new van. Lucinda ain’t running like she used to, and after seeing that death trap in action helping you move, I decided if I don’t do something about it, god knows when you will. When you’re available next, we’ll head down to Indy and find you something good, so long as it’s reliable. 
Love you kid, 
Wayne 
Blinking rapidly, Eddie looks up at his Uncle and swallows, eyes glassy. Clearing his throat, he gives a wobbly smile, receiving one back, then laughs a little. 
“Thanks Uncle Wayne…it..you don’t gotta do that, ya know?” 
“Oh trust me, I know. But you’re just as stubborn as your mother, and if something were to happen to you in that van, I’d never forgive myself.” 
Knowing there’s no point in arguing, Eddie simply nods, then straightens up a little. 
“I should be free next Friday, if you are.” 
“Wouldn’t miss it.” 
They say their goodbyes, share another hug, and then Eddie’s off to work, smiling to himself as he walks across the street then down a few stores to where Green Light Tattoo Parlor is nestled. Making his way in, arms crossed over his leather jacket to hold in heat, he nods at Carson and Louie as they wave, deep in conversation about some band that’s touring. It makes Eddie think of his own band, and how on the 6th of November they have a gig up in Indianapolis. Steve and Robin are coming too, both excited to see him play, and it makes him nervous but excited, knowing they’ll be cheering him on. 
The day is taken up by one client who’s getting the outlining of a full sleeve done. It takes seven hours, but the guy is able to sit through it well, and they only stop a few times, once for food, a couple of times for bathroom breaks and for Eddie to check his pump and blood glucose levels. By the time he’s finished, he’s got a solid amount done, a solid amount of money in his pocket, and he’s ready to go find his boyfriend and relax. 
Hoping he can convince Steve and Robin to watch Dracula, the artist packs his bag up, then says goodnight to Annaleigh, the only other one in the shop, who’s finishing up piercing a girl's septum. Robin opens the door when he knocks, despite having a key. He feels weird just barging in when the two friends are home, and uses it mostly to lock up when he’s alone in the mornings. 
“Just in time,” she smiles, which makes Eddie’s head cock to the side, reminiscent of a puppy. 
“Huh?” 
“Steve’s about to have a breakdown because he can’t find…something,” the freckle faced woman laughs, eyes rolling fondly. “You’ve not experienced a Steve freak out have you?” 
“Not that I can reca-” 
“It’s not here Robin! I told you! I knew it!” 
Both of them wince from the intensity and bitchiness in Steve’s sudden words. Eddie is almost amused, especially when Robin grumbles about how Steve does this all the time. He’s always known his boyfriend can be a bit of a worrier, but the bitchiness is new, and frankly, Eddie’s living for it. Following Robin into Steve’s room, he sees drawers in his desk and dresser are opened, and there’s stuff all over the man’s bed. 
“Uhhh…did a tornado go through here?” 
Steve, whose back is to the door, whips around, eyes wide, almost manic. His brow furrows and he puts a hand on his hip. 
“What’re you doing here?” 
His boyfriend’s tone isn’t rude persay, but it’s definitely surprised, which confuses the tattoo artist. 
“Uhh, you invited me over tonight right? Or…I mean, I can leave,” he jokes, turning dramatically to leave.
When Steve doesn’t say anything, doesn’t try to stop him, Eddie freezes, then looks back. Robin looks like she wants to be anywhere but here. Frowning, the guitarist turns back around and stares at the younger man. 
“Steve, seriously, I can go if you need me to.” 
“It’s not…it’s not that I don’t want you here. But I’m trying to find something, and I’m already stressed, and…” he trails off. 
Wait. Does Eddie stress him out? He said ‘already stressed’ as if his own presence causes his boyfriend stress regularly. Trying to ignore the sting, trying to tell himself Steve’s just worked up, the musician nods, biting his lip. 
“It’s all good man, seriously. Everyone needs their space every once in a while. I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?” He walks closer to kiss Steve goodbye but at the last second merely presses a kiss to the younger man’s cheek. Leaving, he walks down the hall, Robin following.
“Edd-“ 
“It’s fine Robin, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” He offers a tight smile and closes the door gently behind him, blowing out a breath. 
What the fuck? 
Making his way home, Eddie tries to think through all logical explanations, attempting not to read too much into anything. Of course the honeymoon phase can’t last forever, but damn if it doesn’t suck when it ends. He knows Steve’s probably just had a rough day and this just happens to be the tipping point, but it still stings. He ends up asleep on his couch, watching Dracula alone. It’s not a great night, but it could be worse. Before he falls asleep, he manages to send a text message. 
Night Stevie. Hope whatever was missing you found, and your night got better! ❤️ See you tomorrow. 
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“What the hell Steve?!” Robin’s voice is loud when she steps back into the bedroom, and the man feels about two inches tall. 
Steve knows he’s royally fucked up, knows he needs to apologize to Eddie and explain. Right now isn’t the time though, not with how frazzled he is. Work had been busy which already left him jittery, and then he’d wanted to wrap his boyfriend's present, only to forget its hiding spot. Way to go Harrington. Rubbing his face, he looks at Robin, who’s staring a hole into him, making him feel shittier by the second. 
“I…I didn’t mean for it to happen like that.” 
The woman scoffs and rolls her eyes in a way that reminds him of Nancy, when he was being unreasonable back years and years ago. Even now, Nancy Wheeler is a sore spot, even though they’ve talked everything through and are friends. It was his first true girlfriend, and he’d really loved her. The night of the Halloween party will always be one of his lowest as far as he’s concerned. 
“Well, it did, and now Eddie’s upset, and I would be too. It’s just a present Steve. You need to fix this.” Robin’s tone leaves no room for arguing. 
“I’m going to! Tonight I need to cool off, okay? It’ll all be fine. I just…really need to find the damn present, and sleep. Today has been a shit show.” 
His face must convey how he feels, wired and upset, because Robin walks over and puts a hand on his shoulder. The touch is grounding, and thank god for his best friend, because without her he’d be spiraling even more right now. 
“We’ll find the present, Dingus. Just take a few breaths and try to remember where your past self would put it, and why it would be there and not one of the first places you looked.”
Ten minutes later, Steve finds the box that’s holding the nice guitar pick necklace, ‘Type 1’ inscribed on the back, along with the new soft sweater and special edition Midsommar DVD he’d snagged a couple of weeks prior. 
It hits him now, really settles in, that he’s been a dick to Eddie, and he hopes he can fix it.
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southxrncharm · 2 years
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what imaginary illness do you have?
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Shedding
You are losing yourself, bit by bit. Your own skin is peeling away, moths forming out of it as you shed more of yourself. Your breaths birth hummingbirds and doves as they abate, your fears turning into savage things of teeth and claw. How much more of yourself will you have to grate away until you fit the mold you set yourself today? How much more will have to go tomorrow? How much longer until you've shed too much of yourself - until the pieces you left by the roadside are more than what little you have left?
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Teething
Your teeth are growing sharper, until they can rend flesh as easily as air. Your hunger is growing ardent, the unquenchable fire of yearning burning steady in your gums. You want so much - you want to devour it all. The thrill of the chase becomes more and more of a rush until you finally sink your canines into someone. Sometimes your smile feels so wide, as if you could swallow reality whole.
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brckensociety · 1 month
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someone give me this vibe with stevie, could be any kinda of person being g.hostface (she is also g.hostface so killers in love vibes fr fr) billy is her main corrupter and friend so he could work but genuinely could make any kind of person/vibe work! i'm BEGGING!
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brckensocietyarch · 1 year
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what kind of villain you are?
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roxy is... calmy evil.
you chose your path fully aware of what it entails. you're the suave villain, unflappable, smooth as silk. you're capable of cruelty without breaking your facade, and live with the consequences without hesitation. when you die, you're surprised. through all of your planning and posturing, you had forgotten that you too were mortal. but even as life slips through your fingers, you manage that smile. that same smile.
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xowie is... unwillingly evil.
you were forced. your resolve was broken slowly but surely, and now you're unsure whether you'll ever get it back. for some reason, you believe that your current position is your fault. it isn't. it's the fault of those who did it to you. and yet you soldier on, facing forward even as you slowly lose your will to continue. when you die, you're calm. unafraid for the first time in a while. this is the one thing they can't take from you.
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billy is... righteously evil.
you've been hurt. what you're doing is wrong. there is no doubt. but it's what you need to do. you were not going to roll over and let it just happen. so you did what you had to. and you will continue doing what you had to. when you die, it's with fury in your eyes. your opponent says you're stubborn, having kept this up for this long. you laugh, and spit in their face. you curse them until your very last breath.
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stevie is... chaotically evil.
you do what you want, when you want, and without regard for the law. you keep yourself out of jail by keeping everyone around you off-balance. no one knows what you want, truly, or what you plan to do with all this power you've accumulated. your crimes range from "harmless" pranks to murder. anything for a good laugh, huh? you refuse to let anyone kill you, so you plan out your own disappearance. it's a great spectacle - tickets are $10 dollars per person. some people speculate that you've died, but most know the truth. they all saw you escape through the back door.
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stu is... calmly evil.
you chose your path fully aware of what it entails. you're the suave villain, unflappable, smooth as silk. you're capable of cruelty without breaking your facade, and live with the consequences without hesitation. when you die, you're surprised. through all of your planning and posturing, you had forgotten that you too were mortal. but even as life slips through your fingers, you manage that smile. that same smile.
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crimson is... unwillingly evil.
you were forced. your resolve was broken slowly but surely, and now you're unsure of whether you'll ever get it back. for some reason, you believe that your current position is your fault. it isn't. it's the fault of those who did it to you. and yet you soldier on, facing forward even as you slowly lose your will to continue. when you die, you're calm. unafraid for the first time in a while. this is the one thing they can't take from you.
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dustin is... probably evil.
you're an enigma. you do what you want, and you do what works. you keep to yourself, and stick to your wits. ominous, much? when you die, it is with surprise on your face and awe in your heart. you hadn't expected to be found out like this. you hadn't expected to be found out at all. but, all good things come to an end. and so do all things bad.
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knox is... chaotically evil.
you do what you want, when you want, and without regard for the law. you keep yourself out of jail by keeping everyone around you off-balance. no one knows what you want, truly, or what you plan to do with all this power you've accumulated. your crimes range from "harmless" pranks to murder. anything for a good laugh, huh? you refuse to let anyone kill you, so you plan out your own disappearance. it's a great spectacle - tickets are $10 dollars per person. some people speculate that you've died, but most know the truth. they all saw you escape through the back door.
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jax is... unwillingly evil.
you were forced. your resolve was broken slowly but surely, and now you're unsure of whether you'll ever get it back. for some reason, you believe that your current position is your fault. it isn't. it's the fault of those who did it to you. and yet you soldier on, facing forward even as you slowly lose your will to continue. when you die, you're calm. unafraid for the first time in a while. this is the one thing they can't take from you.
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diesel is... righteously evil.
you've been hurt. what you're doing is wrong. there is no doubt. but it's what you need to do. you were not going to roll over and let it just happen. so you did what you had to. and you will continue doing what you had to. when you die, it's with fury in your eyes. your opponent says you're stubborn, having kept this up for this long. you laugh, and spit in their face. you curse them until your very last breath.
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upalldown · 2 years
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Gorillaz - Cracker Island
Eighth studio album from Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett's virtual band featuring guest appearances from Bad Bunny, Beck, Stevie Nicks, Tame Impala, and Thundercat
8/13
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The best Gorillaz albums play out a bit like mixtapes, with leader Damon Albarn's pop-rock Blur-isms going toe-to-toe with an ever-shifting collage of rap verses, interludes and eclectic genre dabbling. Cracker Island, on the other hand, is the project's most streamlined pop LP yet, with a tight 10 tracks that recall a more fully realized version of 2018's Albarn-centric tour album The Now Now. Cracker Island is themed around a cult run by fictional Gorillaz bassist Murdoc — but, truthfully, listeners are unlikely to follow any sort of storyline past the digi-funk of the title track, which features Thundercat's falsetto refrain of "forever cult." This opening track sets the tone for an album in which guests typically play a supporting role on fairly straightforward pop songs, rather than being the main attraction. Fleetwood Mac legend Stevie Nicks appears on the chugging "Oil" — but unlike, say Lou Reed's star moment on 2010's Plastic Beach, Nicks acts a backing singer, her witchy drama given a robo makeover during the layered chorus harmonies. Beck is similarly downplayed on the closing ballad "Possession Island," as he croons some call-and-response backup vocals. The Latin pop of "Tormenta," led by Bad Bunny, is the album's only real curveball. Cracker Island is the most focused and least eclectic instalment in the band's discography — and for that reason, it absolutely breezes by. Studio wizard Greg Kurstin's lush production sounds gorgeous on "Skinny Ape," its sleepily swaggering bass grooves exploding into Street Fighter-style double time in the back half, while Tame Impala's Kevin Parker sings his best chorus since Currents on "New Gold." The latter cut is Cracker Island's most quintessentially Gorillaz-y track thanks to a guest verse from Bootie Brown (who notably rapped on 2005's "Dirty Harry"). The only thing missing from Cracker Island is a truly classic single — something to compete with "Clint Eastwood," "Feel Good Inc." or "On Melancholy Hill" as an all-timer the band's catalogue. But even without that, it's a sleek, streamlined album that makes a case for the band's enduring relevance as genre-mashing trailblazers, even besting Blur as Albarn's ultimate contribution to the pop pantheon.
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fmfanuk · 2 years
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Stevie Nicks - Nostalgia Is A Good Thing, Cincinnati.Com, June 2005
Stevie Nicks – Nostalgia Is A Good Thing, Cincinnati.Com, June 2005
For Stevie Nicks Nostalgia is a Good Thing June 29, 2005 By Chris Varias Cincinnati.Com Stevie Nicks performed Tuesday night at Riverbend. At this point in her career, it’s hard not to label Stevie Nicks a nostalgia rocker. This isn’t discrimination. It’s less a case of ageism (the fabled Fleetwood Mac alumna turned 57 last month) than one of no-big-hits-in-a-mighty-long-time-ism. There wasn’t…
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i’m collecting some pics on a hc about fiona’s touch starvation and how she doesn’t know how to initiate them even with the people she loves and i came across these in a review and i’m wheezing at the pure joy that reaches fiona’s face when she takes stevie to meet misty lmao, look at her xD
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