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(steddie | teen | 1.2k | tags: rockstar!eddie, drummer!steve, secret relationship, part of @thefreakandthehair and @firefly-party and mine project pickup note | @steddielovemonth prompt love is staying in bed for five extra minutes because you can't tear yourself away from them just yet by @starryeyedjanai | art by Kei | story in the same verse by Lex | AO3)
Steve came to slowly, like swimming through molasses, his mind caught somewhere between dreaming and being awake. In his dream, he had been lying in the sun, his head cushioned in Eddie's lap, Eddie's fingers running through his hair, humming a soft melody Steve had never heard before.
Slowly, the melody changes to the sound of soft snoring, and the soft thing under his head isn't Eddie's lap, it's his chest, gently rising and falling with each snore. Steve presses his smile into the warm skin beneath him at the thought of Eddie's face when he tells him he snores.
Some things are worth waiting for, though, and he knows the perfect moment to reveal this particular piece of information will come.
He has no idea what time it is. Judging by the morning light filtering into the room, it's just after sunrise, the sun's rays piercing through the blinds and casting a warm, golden glow that gradually fills Steve's hotel room.
Moving as carefully as he can, he cranes his neck to check the aged alarm clock on the bedside table. It tells him that he was right, it's 7:58 a.m., and the sun has risen just minutes before him. The light filtering in is soft and diffused, making the colors seem muted yet rich, with shades of pale orange, pink, and yellow dancing across the surfaces. Long shadows stretch out elegantly, accentuating the contours of furniture and objects in the room.
It's Steve's favorite time of day. There's a sense of quiet serenity in this early morning moment as the world slowly awakens. It offers a brief respite before the hustle and bustle of the day begins.
These days, early mornings hold an even more special place in his heart because it's the only time of day he can just look at Eddie.
Sometimes Steve thinks Eddie is like a hummingbird, always moving until all his energy is used up and he falls into a deep slumber that almost looks like he's dead to the world. It allows Steve to soak him up undisturbed and unabashed. His fingers carefully exploring the hills and valleys of hard muscle and soft flesh, he can drink in the swirling ink on Eddie's pale skin.
It's such a stark contrast from the rest of the day.
Eddie often seems driven. By the perceived expectations of others, by his own fears of falling short. By his own demons, which Steve has only glimpsed. But as the darkness of the night gives way to a new day, Eddie looks at ease.
It's probably too soon to think, but Steve hopes it's because he's now sharing Eddie's bed. That Eddie feels safe with him, safe enough to let go of all the things that plague his beautiful but sometimes overwhelmingly loud mind.
That's why it pains Steve to be the one to wake Eddie from his peaceful slumber and bring him back to reality. But they have a sound check at 9:15 because the venue has had some problems lately and they need to make sure everything goes off without a hitch tonight. This whole tour means too much to them, to Eddie, for it not to be perfect.
Pressing a gentle kiss just above where Steve can feel the steady beating of Eddie's heart, he softly calls Eddie's name. Not surprisingly, nothing happens, so another kiss follows the first, this time on Eddie's collarbone.
"Eddie, c'mon," he tries again, this time closer to Eddie's ear, eliciting a soft murmur. "We have to get up, the soundcheck -"
"Mm, they can check the sound without us," his - Eddie's - voice comes in a slightly drawn out tone. "Don't wanna get up."
Eddie, obviously not fully awake yet, wraps his arms around Steve and buries his face in Steve's hair.
"I know, ba-" Steve stumbles over the pet names that want to come out more and more now that they're so much closer than when he first started touring with Corroded Coffin. "I know. But we can grab a big coffee with enough sugar in it to put an elephant into a sugar coma, and when the check is done, we can come back to the hotel and sneak into your room and I can make it worth your while."
Steve's tone is low, almost a purr, as he says this. The others don't know about them yet, although Steve thinks that at least Robin and Chrissy have their suspicions. And Jeff has been watching them more closely as well. He's sure that they'll tell them soon, but first they want to enjoy getting to know each other this way, without their friends getting involved.
"Five more minutes and I will make it worth your while. Whaddya say, big boy?"
Before Steve can answer, most likely telling Eddie no, we're going to be late and how are you going to explain that to the others, Eddie rolls them both over until Steve lands on his back with a soft umph. Above him, Eddie is smiling down at him, suddenly much more awake than seconds before.
"Hi," he says, nudging Steve's nose with his own.
Steve doesn't even try to fight the dopey smile, even as he rolls his eyes at Eddie trying to get what he wants by playing dirty. It's so Eddie, just like the wolfish grin on his face.
"I'll make this the best five minutes of your life, Harrington. Scout's honor."
Steve snorts. "Scout's honor? I doubt you ever talked to a scout in your life."
"Oh yeah. In fact, I'm sleeping with one. And I'm about to kiss one before I rock his world."
"See, that's where you're wrong."
"Is that so?"
This makes Steve laugh out loud. "You're ridiculous."
"And you love it," Eddie replies, then hesitates as his choice of words seems to register with him.
Before the moment between them ends in awkwardness, Steve leans in to kiss Eddie on the nose. "How did you know I was a Boy Scout?"
Steve's distraction works, and the worry in Eddie's eyes is replaced by mischief. "Just a guess, but good to know."
"Ass."
"I have it on good authority that you like my ass," Eddie teases, and Steve has to agree. He really does. As much as he likes everything else about Eddie. How much is becoming a problem.
Instead of saying any of these things, Steve looks over at the alarm clock, which now reads 08:04. He clicks his tongue in mock disappointment. "I think your five minutes are up, and I have to say, not the world-rocking I was expecting, Munson."
"Oh you..." Eddie growls before swooping in to capture Steve's lips in a deep kiss. It turns into another, and another, the dim light in the room growing brighter around them as they become lost in each other.
Eddie makes it to sound check just in time, while Steve is ten minutes late, carrying five cups of coffee. He hopes no one notices the bright grin Eddie flashes with the first sip of his overtly sweet coffee, or the wink he gives Steve.
A promise is a promise, and Steve intends to keep them all when it comes to Eddie.
#steddie#steddie fanfiction#rockstar eddie munson#drummer steve harrington#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things fanfiction#steddielovemonth#day 16#love is staying in bed for five extra minutes because you can't tear yourself away from them just yet#my writing#pickup note
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art by: @firefly-party // @steddielovemonth day 16: Love is staying in bed for five extra minutes because you can’t tear yourself away from them just yet.
@sidekick-hero and I are working on a much, much larger steddie project with our friend @firefly-party, Pickup Note. this is a little sneak peek into that universe! we decided to write different scenes based on kei's art in this universe for today's steddie love month prompt: check hers out here!
Eddie wakes up too early— maybe to the sun rising through the slats in the blinds, to the chill in the room, to the dip of the mattress under his hip— but mostly, he wakes up to silence.
It’s quiet.
He’s not used to quiet, at least not this particular flavor of it that feels like comfort, peace, and solace all wrapped in one. Usually, the quiet he finds himself in is man-made and forced — a reaction to too much noise, too much chaos— but waking up the morning after their show to find Steve still sleeping, naked and snoring lightly into Eddie’s chest, is anything but artificial.
Warm light pours in through the slats of the hotel blinds and normally, Eddie would be annoyed that he’d forgotten to close them and woken up so early but if he’d slept in, he’d miss this view. Steve, curled under his arm, cheek pressed against the skin of his chest as he breathes slow, even, breaths punctuated with the occasional sniffle. One arm drapes protectively across Eddie’s torso, fingers grazing the bedsheets. His hair is a mess, there’s a purpling bruise on his collarbone in the shape of Eddie’s mouth, and one of his legs is heavy over top of Eddie’s.
Sure, his left leg might be going numb— and his left arm that’s cradled beneath Steve’s head along with it— but it’s worth it.
read the rest of and I'm on that faded love (1.2k) here on ao3!
#steddie#steddie fic#steddie fanfic#steddie fanfiction#steddie fanart#steve harrington x eddie munson#eddie munson x steve harrington#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things fic#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#myfic#pickup note#steddielovemonth
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oh yeah we're doing more anime
Rickenbacker 4001 Bass in Azureglo Blue
(with and without the pickup cover)
#note: idk why it's called a pickup cover#or actually#idk if it's called a pickup cover at all#I'm a guitarist so my bass anatomy knowledge is severely lacking also nobody really uses those anymore#from what I know anyway so take that with a bottle of salt#anyway#flcl
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Doodle Practice
Things happened when I was trying to get a new tablet bc my old one had shitty RAM so until I can actually get a new one, I have to break out my old school tablet I use for work which is a completely different feel in terms of stylus/screen and I couldn't find any screen protectors that give a good paper feel. I just hope I can get the refund ASAP and get a better replacement.
#note; do be cautious when ordering shit#and fight the fck outta customer service for their bullshit#my mistake was trading in my tablet the same day as pickup bc they wouldnt give it back#kingohger#rita kaniska#rita kanisuka#himeno ran#hymeno ran#himerita#kingoh doodles
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Listen. If you take me lightly and joke around when I'm trying to be serious and respectfully reason your fault after you continuously make me uncomfortable. I'll not hesitate to block you.
As you want it very much so too.
Don't witch hunt this person. Please. I'm showing you this if anyone in the future will try to pull this again on me, they'll reach similar end with this person too.
#fairu's notes#we're not mutual/friend and you're just stranger please don't be weird... genuinely.#i had been send pickup lines one after another in my askbox and it start getting uncomfortable more than your haha funny#idk what's your problems but if this how you treat stanger when they already said how uncomfortable they are around you then get blocked.#i had deleted several of their asks because how uncomfortable it makes me feel#please—when you're talking to stanger please act decent around them the least you could do.
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Thinking about how Sakusa texts Atsumu all weird just to fuck wth him. Like he sends emojis and "!!!"s and Kaomojis and he uses slang and everything NOT Sakusa.
but like, just to fuck wth him (because it's funny)
Atsumu literally can't take it because nobody believes him. Not even with the screenshots and not even with Sakusa typing the words out from across the room not even not even.
Everyone else Sakusa texts "I'll pick you up at seven." but to Atsumu he goes "Pickin' u up @ 7 😘! Can't wait (๑>◡<๑)" and Atusmu just short circuits because he cannot, for the life of him, imagine Sakusa typing that. He can't even say it in his Sakusa voice.
#Sakusa has a notes in his notes app that has his fav and most cringy kaomijis and emoji combos#and the dumbest and cheesiest slangs and pickup lines#but like just to fuck with him it's true.#and then one day atsumu stops freaking out and he plays along and sakusa just doesnt know what to do#he's created a monster#sakusa kiyoomi#miya atsumu#sakuatsu
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Idea I like…
Simon reading old school pulp romance novels.
It started as just, an impulsive “I need something different to get me out of my own head.” Like when you do something out of left field to help with certain anxieties.
He didn’t expect there to be smut.
He also didn’t expect to like it…?
There’s a focus on emotion, there’s trust, it’s frankly quite soft. It helps, and he didn’t expected to, with reclaiming his sexuality a bit.
He has a small collection, because romance quality is all over the place and he needs a few guaranteed ‘good ones’, and they’re all beat up pretty bad because he got them for like 50p at the thrift store.
They’re all also older, (50 shades decimated the romance genre and it has yet to recover) and he sneers at the bad photoshop covers of the more modern covers. (I have opinions™️ and I think Simon deserves to have some for silly things too)
Y'know, I'm 100% with you on this one. (Especially him sneering at the new photoshop covers. Where's the ART!? Where's the meticulously hand-painted vaguely blurry shirtless male protag!?)
He definitely has a few favorites that he goes back to when he's got some downtime and just wants a good story. I think he's VERY picky about the smut that's included, so when he finds sort of a holy grail where the smut isn't awful and it actually has a good story with it, he holds on to it. The rest he just re-donates.
Also you are completely correct that he does not read anything published later than like, maybe 1999. He has never read 50 shades and he does not want to. He's heard enough through the grapevine. He sticks to his older pulp novels, and he has 0 shame about it too. Go on, ask him about the plot of the book he's reading. He'll tell you. In detail.
#reminds me how my grandma had literally over 1K of those little pulp romance novels in her house when she passed#bookshelves EVERYWHERE. FILLED WITH THEM.#we donated a full pickup truck load of them and i've still got 4 giant boxes of them in the shed out back#there was also bear shifter smut in there somewhere but i can't remember the title LMAO#i think she got it thrown in for free when she got a bundle of the other books cause it was definitely newer and not like the rest she had#a woman before her time grandma was#asked and answered#humanransome-note
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I really need the behind the scenes for 52 pickup! Everything you wanna share. The lore, creative process.... EVERYTHING
Hey!
I've uploaded an early version of my notes for 52PU here. There's a lot of stuff in there that I changed as I was writing, so it's kind of interesting if you want to see how things developed.
cc'ing @annalebeaus, just in case you weren't the anon who asked to see this. 😉
#52 Pickup#fanfic#Romy#writing process#honestly#I don't often write detailed notes when I write#I do tend to write down a lot of dialogue as scenes come to me#but I don't do a lot of planning#which means I often have to work through the story when I hit a roadblock#I tend to trust the process as I write#rather than meticulously plot everything out#I honestly feel like stories exist already#And I'm just uncovering them by writing them down.
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Triton: Y’know I’d let you blow my conch horn anytime
Libya: Stop
#This was in my notes under the title: Godly pickup lines#Triton was the only one in it#I hope you appreciate what had me crying laughing so hard I had to write it down at 3 in the morning#greek god sitcom#greek gods#greek myth memes#greek mythology#incorrect greek gods#incorrect greek mythology#god#triton and libya#triton x libya#prince Triton
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steddie | rating: t | wc: 2.345 | tags: au, rockstar!eddie, drummer!steve, onesided enemies to lovers, part of our upcoming fic Pickup Note | art credit: @firefly-party
Eddie's living his dream, literally. Ever since his mom danced him around the living room to the sounds of Muddy Waters and Jimmy Hendrix, he has wanted to be a rock star. 20 years later, he made it.
So why is there such a sour taste in his mouth when they stand in front of their cheering audience, bowing and clapping with them? Why does the sight of Harrington throwing his drumsticks into the crowd turn his smile into a frown before he can stop himself?
He knows he's being childish. But knowing something has never helped him much in suppressing those irrational feelings that bubble up inside of him until they spill over and make a mess. Eddie's alignment has always been chaotic, so at least he's trying to make it a chaotic good one.
Lately, though, it feels like he's failed at that, and it's all Harrington's fault.
The guy just had to waltz in and take Gareth's place, with the other guys falling all over themselves with praise and gratitude when Harrington should be grateful. After all, he gets to go on a world tour with the most talked about newcomer metal band right now, when the biggest venues he played before were the local bars and sports halls.
But no, Steve Harrington didn't even have to audition, not really. Not when Gareth's boyfriend had vouched for him being a great drummer and an even greater guy, and Gareth, being the love-struck idiot that he was, had just said "Yes, my love, of course, anything you say" or some equally lovey-dovey shit like that. And now Eddie had to endure the guy's company for three whole months.
"Are you alright, man?" Jeff's hand on his shoulder is grounding and his deep voice pulls Eddie back from his gloomy spiral. He gives his oldest friend a smile that lacks the usual Munson charm, but is still genuine enough for Jeff to return it with one of his own.
"Yeah, 'm fine, just tired," he only half-lies. It's been a long day, hell, a long week. Add to that giving his all on stage, jumping up and down and singing his heart out while letting his sweetheart sing for him and thousands of fans, and he's bound to be exhausted as soon as the adrenaline starts to wear off.
Jeff and Grant don't seem to fare any better, coming down from the post-concert high almost as fast as Eddie and crashing as soon as they get to their tour bus. The only one who seems to be full of restless energy is Steve, who can't seem to stop moving, arms and hands and fingers acting like there's still a drum kit to be played. Eddie swears he can feel him vibrating with it and it sets his teeth on edge.
He's a hypocrite, and he knows it. Hell, the Eddie of a year ago would be out partying right now, dancing and drinking and fucking the night away, high on adrenaline and endorphins and maybe something else if the mood struck. But he left that Eddie at the Crossroads, along with his addiction and most of his anxiety disorder.
While Grant just grunts his good night before falling face first into his bunk bed, Jeff goes over to Harrington to check in on him as well. Eddie remembers the one time Jeff tried to play a DnD character that was anything but good. It was painful to watch and Eddie was almost glad when his Demogorgon killed Jeff's character and the rest of the party and they were able to start a new campaign.
If there's anyone on earth who's intrinsically good, it's Jeff Robinson.
Jeff walks over to Steve and pats him on the back. "Great job, man. You were on fire up there. Can't believe you learned that whole setlist in two weeks."
Steve glows from the praise, a bright smile lighting up his whole face before he ducks his head in what looks like genuine bashfulness. Eddie snorts at the thought and Steve's eyes flick over to him, his smile fading.
Harrington looks hurt and Eddie really wonders why. Why should he care what Eddie thinks of him? It's not like they're friends or anything. The way Jeff is glaring at him, Eddie guesses he still needs to apologize to the guy, but just as he opens his mouth to formulate some half-hearted apology at best, Steve turns away from him and squeezes Jeff's arm.
"Thanks, man, I appreciate it. I think I'll head to bed, if you don't mind. Get some sleep."
"Yeah, of course. It's been a long day, get some shut-eye. But you really did a great job, man. I'm glad we found such a kickass stand-in for Gareth on such short notice. You saved our asses."
Eddie bites his tongue so hard he thinks he tastes blood.
It's actually Steve who says what Eddie is thinking. "Are you kidding me, man? I'm the one who's glad you let me come and play with you. I mean, today? Being in front of thousands of people, doing what I love? I've never felt so... fuck, I don't even know. Myself? Happy? Alive?" He laughs, but it sounds tentative, and Eddie can see his cheeks glowing red even in the dim night light of their bus. Steve rubs a hand across his neck in obvious embarrassment. "Sorry, I'm rambling."
Jeff laughs, amused. "Don't worry, it's the concert jitters. Eddie wouldn't stop talking for hours the first time we played in front of more than maybe five drunks back home."
"Har-har," Eddie laughs sarcastically, but there's still a smile on his face that takes the sting out of it. Those were good times, before things got complicated. Before fame and money and being on the road all the time had made them complicated. "I'm gonna hit the hay. Night, Jeff. Harrington."
They return his goodnight wishes with one of their own and Eddie is glad that he already changed into his sweatpants and hoodie backstage. He slips under the covers and turns on his side, facing the wall, listening to Grant's snoring and the sounds of Steve and Jeff getting ready. Eddie knows that sleep won't come anytime soon. He's been an insomniac for as long as he can remember, sleep as absent from most of his life as his father. He has learned to make do with the bare minimum, catching a few hours here and there whenever he can.
Tonight it's Steve Harrington that keeps him awake. Or rather, it is his thoughts and feelings about the man. It's not the first night this happens, but it's the first time he really wonders if maybe he is the asshole after all. Steve's words run through his mind on a loop and every time he closes his eyes he sees the way his smile died on his face, replaced by that kicked puppy dog look that tugs at Eddie's heart no matter how hard he fights it.
Maybe he should at least try to be nicer to the guy.
Sure, he is everything Eddie hated in school: a preppy ex-jock who got everything he ever wanted with his pretty face and his daddy's money. No one ever called him a fuck-up, Eddie is sure of that. While Eddie had to fight for every single thing, even his life, Steve Harrington just got a place in the band and the hearts of their fans and the respect of his bandmates with a few flutters of his long eyelashes. It's true, he's good, Eddie begrudgingly admits. He has found himself staring at Harrington more than once tonight while the man has been playing, mesmerized by the passionate yet easy way he has mastered every single song on their setlist.
Eddie's so lost in his own thoughts that he misses the bus pulling up, only jolted out of his reverie when he hears someone get out of his bed and walk to the front door of the bus.
It's Harrington, talking to the driver. Eddie checks the clock on his phone and is surprised to see that it's already four in the morning. When did that happen? Maybe he fell asleep without realizing it.
Up front, the driver explains that they're stopping here for a few hours. There was an accident further up the highway and the traffic jam is so bad that the driver decided to take his break here. Steve asks if it's okay if he goes outside for a while and Eddie catches himself smiling at the question.
He wonders if Harrington can't sleep, just like he can't. Maybe he's still thinking about Eddie's reaction earlier...no, that would be ridiculous, right? Still, the thought sits heavy in his stomach and after another five minutes he gives up and rolls out of bed to follow Harrington outside. On the way he grabs two hoodies and pulls one over himself.
The cold night air hits him hard as he stumbles down the stairs, but it feels good after a second or two of adjustment.
"Can't sleep?" A voice to his right asks, and sure enough, it's Harrington, leaning against the side of the bus, his arms wrapped tightly around himself.
"I was going to ask you the same question." Eddie replies, walking over to Steve. "Here." Steve stares wordlessly at the offered hoodie, making no move to take it. "It won't bite, I promise. I doubt you can play with your hands frozen."
That does the trick and he finally reaches out to take the black garment from Eddie and pulls it over his head. It's a little long on the arms, but otherwise it fits well, maybe a little tight around the shoulders. Of course, the guy has broader shoulders than he does, Eddie thinks, not really able to muster much annoyance.
"Thanks," Steve says in a quiet voice, giving him a strange look. And then, as quickly as if he were ripping off a bandage, "I just can't get to sleep. I tried everything, counted backwards from one hundred, counted sheep, did that weird breathing thing Robin showed me, tried reading... nothing. I'm so fucking exhausted, but I just can't sleep."
Eddie hums, knowing the feeling only too well. Harrington sounds on the verge of tears and maybe it's the lingering guilt, the memory of his own racing thoughts, all circling around the man in front of him. Whatever it is, something compels Eddie to say, "I don't have a solution for you. I don't sleep more than three, maybe four hours a night. But I can show you something that might make it more bearable, if you'd like."
Steve looks at him and for the first time Eddie allows himself to look back. To let their eyes meet and lock.
"I'd like that."
Clapping his hands, Eddie abruptly turns and stalks to the back of the bus. When he doesn't hear footsteps following him, he turns and calls out, "You comin' or what?" and grins as Steve almost trips in his haste to catch up.
When they reach the back of the bus, Eddie pushes on a panel that is somehow hidden under the license plate. A small metal shape protrudes from where he just pushed, and when he pulls on it, it turns out to be a metal ladder.
"What are you -"
"Patience, young Padawan," Eddie admonishes with a grin, secretly pleased with Steve's reaction. He's kind of proud of his little secret hideout.
Placing the ladder against the back of the bus, Eddie begins to climb up the stairs to the deck, and when he's at the top, he turns and reaches down for Steve to follow. "Do you trust me?"
Steve looks up at him, his eyes bright in the light of the stars and the moon shining down on them. "Yes."
"I can show you the world," Eddie begins to sing, once again letting his impulsive thoughts dictate his actions. The song came to him the second he looked down at Steve.
Steve comes up the stairs and grabs Eddie's hand, laughing. "Oh my God, are you singing a Disney song?"
"You're the one who recognizes it. I bet you even know what movie it's from, don't you, big boy?"
Steve rolls his eyes, but smiles anyway, as if he's secretly charmed by Eddie's antics. "Does that make me the princess?"
"And me the ruggedly handsome thief with a heart of gold," Eddie agrees, pleased that Steve got his reference.
Steve snorts, and it shouldn't sound cute, but oh, does it, his nose crinkling adorably. "Yeah, whatever. As long as this isn’t your flying carpet. I don't trust the structural integrity of this thing to actually fly."
"Big, big words. You sound like Henderson."
"Oh God, don't tell him, I'll never hear the end of it."
Eddie taps his chin thoughtfully. "I'll...think about it," he finally settles on, grinning playfully at Harrington. Silence falls over them, and for the first time since Steve walked into their rehearsal studio, it doesn't feel awkward or hostile. In fact, it's nice to share this space up here with someone.
Eddie sits down at the edge of the bus and Steve joins him, sitting maybe a foot away from him in a slight sprawl, his head tilted back and his mouth slightly open as his eyes take in the clear night sky above them. They're far enough out of town to actually see the harmonious arrangement and movement of the stars in the cosmos, forming a celestial symphony that Eddie has often tried and failed to capture in his songs.
Tonight, however, his eyes are caught by another ethereal sight.
"It's so beautiful," Steve whispers, as if sharing a secret with Eddie. "It's so vast and so beautiful, it’s almost frightening, don’t you think?"
"It is," Eddie agrees, never taking his eyes off Steve. So frightening.
They sit there until the sun slowly rises in the east, Steve's eyes on the sky and Eddie's on his own enigma.
This is a sneak peek from @firefly-party and me for our upcoming project Pickup Note to celebrate our dearest friend and collaborator's @thefreakandthehair birthday. Lex, you are our MVP and we are so happy to call you our friend! We love you and we hope you have the best day, week, month and year, because you deserve it 💜💜
#steddie#steddie fanfic#steddie fanart#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#my writing#steddie fic#rockstar eddie munson#drummer steve harrington#pickup note
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"how are the eternal horrors treating you" listen no one wants to hear my answer to that question. devin and sol are coping really well though!
#autoimmune tag#original fiction#devin and sol#phone notes from the longest airport pickup line of all time#suicide#two people with a normal and very functional suicide pact#my writing
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Would L ever initiate sexual contact?
He would. Not verbally because pride, but if you are incredibly patient with him and he has the time to confirm in his head with absolute certainty that is something you would like he would. If he started talking about anything sexually related, that was probably his attempt to feel the waters.
#death note#death note x reader#death note x you#death note x y/n#death note lawliet#dn lawliet#l lawliet#lawliet x reader#l x reader#ryuzaki lawliet#give him a minute and he’ll do it#if you promise to close your eyes he can come up with some 10/10 pickup lines#and also#dirty talk#but specifically if you have your eyes covered#because nerves#at least in the beginning#or his#depending on the situation
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Sammy: Remind me to never play hide and seek with you.
Yaz: What? Why?
Sammy: Because girls like you are hard to find.
Yaz, blushing: Oh.
#these girls are soft y'all#not pictured:#the rest of the camp fam groaning at the terrible pickup line#kenji would lowkey be taking notes tho#yasammy#yaz x sammy#yasmina fadoula#sammy gutierrez#camp fam#jwcc#camp cretaceous
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Complain Too Much (1999, Crue-L Records, KYTHMAK049A)
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i love prongsfoot because arguments can be made for both house husband sirius and house husband james.
like, i can see sirius just dropping tf out of public eye and only focusing on his james and their house and any potential children. he has so many hobbies, doesn’t need to limit himself to a single job, and his authority issues don’t get a chance to come up. also the sheer hilarity of him dressed impeccably, hair done up, looking sharp and dangerous—just to drop off lunch for james? give him a kiss on the nose and leave?
‘was that sirius black? no way’
but. at the same time. house husband james fits so perfectly because he !!! loves !!! his family so much!!! this gives him the ability to spend time with effie and flea, who’re old and unable to move around so much now. he can cook and bake and pamper his friends to his heart’s content, apparating all over the continent to where they’re working just to say hi or give them a flower. also like, making cutesy bento boxes? sirius black, terrifying in whichever profession he chooses, opens these adorable boxes where u have heart shaped sweets, and all of his favorites packed in neat little rows, and he just eats them with a fond smile and zero embarrassment because he’s equally in love.
(and i’m not even gonna touch on dad james bc we’ll be here the whole day)
#sirius black#james potter#prongsfoot#my typo changed house husband to gouda husband so uh. sirius black is cheese now?#ok but sirius as a HH subverts so many perceptions for me and i *love* imagining it#and james is fully built for this#i personally think both of them need constant intellectual stimulation so they’d use this time to work on 2537 things at once#just all over the place#sirius has an office that has everything known to wixenkind#the most niche topic and you’d probably find something about it there#and james has pickup quidditch matches on the weekend#he enters himself into various silly competitions during the week#like growing the biggest pumpkin or some shit#i’m making myself crack up here w the imagery lol#ALSO!! the stay at home dad thing—if they have a kid and they’re both working at the time#you just know they’re gonna fight over who gets to leave and stay at home#like both of them r like ‘no listen i don’t want ur career to suffer. i’ll make the sacrifice and be with the munchkin no problem!#in the end both of them give it up bc they’re rich bastards who don’t need to work a day in their life lol#pen’s notes#pen’s favourites
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4 albums for aespa to finally have winter be the flavor/support vocalist despite her being literally the greatest of all time at being that in kpop history
#like theeeee vocal chameleon of all time like literally beyond sunny level power of song cohesion#and they had her just blasting out the same wendyfied high note for three straight albums while ningning played 52 card pickup#also finaaaaaaaaaaaaally letting karina and ningning duet like crazy which was always the strongest vocal duo for playing off each other
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