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riality-check · 10 months

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A continuation of this post. Part 3

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As that long-haired guy walks away - his friend onstage called his name, but Steve didn’t catch it - Robin nudges Steve.

“Asshole roadies,” she says, sing-song.

“Get fucked,” Steve says with her.

It’s tradition, that little chant. Every gig, there’s always one venue where someone with far less experience says something. Steve knows he was blunt and probably shouldn’t have said anything with that tone, but after too many times, his patience is exhausted.

He can’t even blame the blunt thing on ASL. If anything, he’s meaner in English.

It makes sense. He knows English a lot better. He and Robin only started taking the ASL classes two years ago, when he really needed it. His left ear had been pretty much gone for a while (fuck you Billy Hargrove for putting ceramic in his scalp), but he sucked it up and started learning when his right ear started going, too.

Honestly, he has no idea what caused that.

Two years of ASL means he and Robin aren’t fluent yet. Not even close. But between that, his residual hearing, and the lip reading he’s relied on for longer, Steve does alright. If he wasn’t at a gig, he’d bring his hearing aids, but that’s a recipe for disaster and broken equipment.

Plus, he’s learned he can’t focus on his job when he hears as well as feels the music.

Robin taps his arm again. You good?

I’m good, he signs back.

They finish setting up before they grab a snack. The venue is pretty tiny, a standing room only place that serves pizza and a few drinks, and that’s it.

The pizza is really good though.

They finish up their slices before they go back to the booth. Robin is particular about not eating around the equipment, and Steve has long given up on fighting her.

Their jobs are pretty easy, in all honesty. The light cues are pre-written, and sound check was an hour ago. All Steve needs to do is hit the cues, and all Robin needs to do is adjust mic levels and turn them on and off as needed.

This leaves plenty of room for a healthy amount of fucking around.

As Robin, always on his right side, starts telling him a story about her friend’s ex’s (who is also her friend, because lesbians are just like that) latest date, Steve watches the crowd file in and nods along.

His mind, however, goes back to that guy. Someone always says something, and it’s always someone new to touring. Steve can just tell. All the rookies do the same thing; they look at the stage with wonder in their eyes. This guy was no different. Just some rookie giving Steve a problem, like always.

Except that this guy was different.

Rookies tended to want to prove themselves. They wanted to show off their fancy knowledge and make it clear that they belonged there along with everyone else who had a career. They wanted to catch Steve off guard, make him thank them for helping him out.

This guy didn’t do that. He was nosy and pushy and pretty and rambled a lot, but he wasn’t trying to be a dick. He was trying to look out for Steve, even if it was none of his business, even if he didn’t know him.

He ended up being a bit dickish, but he wasn’t trying to be. If Steve were a nicer person, he’d think that might count for something.

Steve is trying to be a nicer person, with emphasis on trying.

His watch vibrates, jolting him back to the moment. He lowers the lights, cueing the openers to go on.

The set list, along with Steve’s cues, is in in a binder between him and Robin, lit by a book light with a battery that’ll die at least twice, with their luck.

The first opener is a band Steve has never heard of called “Corroded Coffin.” If they’re any good, he might listen to their music.

Big emphasis on might because he’s not a big fan of metal. Punk has better bass lines, one that Steve likes to feel in his chest.

He hits the cue when they start their opening song, lighting them in reds and purples and-

Oh. Shit.

That guy wasn’t a roadie. He’s part of the opening band. He’s a guitarist.

A really good guitarist.

A really hot guitarist.

Steve is so caught up in stating that he nearly misses the next cue. He doesn’t, though. He’s a professional.

Robin elbows him, and he turns to see her signing. For one hopeful moment, he thinks she’s signing “hungry” and will offer to get them both more of that really good pizza like the wonderful friend she is.

But then she repeats the sign, again and again, and Steve smacks her before hitting the next cue.

“I am not horny!” he whispers, clearly loud enough for Robin to hear through her earplugs because she laughs.

You think he’s hot, she signs.

Steve rolls his eyes.

I’m right! she teases.

Steve faces away from her for the two seconds it takes for her to tug him back.

“Not fair,” she says, and Steve only gets it because it’s light enough to read her lips.

The band has gone through two songs, and the lead singer, a tall Black guy, is saying something to the crowd. Steve hears it just fine with all the mics, but understanding is too much of a struggle to bother.

He doesn’t really care anyway. He likes feeling the music and hearing it with what he has left (his audiologist said it won’t accelerate his hearing loss, so any hearing protection is a waste of money), not listening to whatever the bands have to talk about.

Anything important? he asks Robin.

She shakes her head.

Steve turns back to the stage in time to hit the next cue, casting the band in blue as the guitarist starts playing a really low intro.

Did you hear his name earlier? Steve asks.

Robin says something, but it gets lost in the music and the dim light.

“Hettie?” Steve asks aloud.

Robin shakes her head. Sorry.

She finger spells, messing up once and throwing it out with a wave of her hands.

“Eddie?”

She nods.

Steve hits the next cue and uses the rest of the time to appreciate the view. Eddie really is hot, in his dark jeans and tattered tank top, grin on his face and quick-moving fingers. And Steve has never had a chance to talk to the talent, even if they’re nosy.

But Eddie was nosy because he was worried. It would almost be sweet if it wasn’t so condescending.

He didn’t mean for it to be, the terrible little rational part of Steve’s brain pipes up. And he apologized. Multiple times.

The bigger part of his brain reminds him that it doesn’t matter what Eddie meant it as. Steve effectively tanked any hope when he snapped at him before the show.

Oh God.

He has to do a whole tour with this guy. Who he was a total dick to.

Yikes. At least he has Robin, who is-

Currently staring at him and signing “horny.”

Steve smacks her again, which she laughs at and returns instantly before they focus back on their jobs. They’re professionals, goddammit.

Professionals who are already on less than stellar terms with one of the openers.

He’s so not looking forward to the next few weeks.

Tag list (this is not a regular thing for me but it was manageable this time!): @just-a-tiny-void @weirdandabsurd42 @satan-is-obsessed @honeysucklesinger @coyotepup345 @gayafmermaid @thegingerrapunzel

#ria writes #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #corroded coffin #hoh steve harrington #rockstar eddie munson #stranger things ficlet #stranger things #st #st ficlet #also squad don’t get used to tag listing #i’m very inconsistent with it #gi;pe au

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auroblaze · 2 years

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-Crowd yelled so loudly you could hardly hear the music anymore!

I made this last year for @leario4 on twitter (artist that u should totally check out, putting the link in the comments) and their super awesome ygo rockstar AU and I’ve been SO SHY to share it here too but like...I was happy about the colors for once s so,.,👉👈

I drew this with “I’m not made by design” by Nothing But Thieves in mind 👀

#yugioh #fanart #yugi mutou #atem #puzzleshipping #anzu mazaki #jounouchi katsuya #yu gi oh!#AU #rockstar AU #leario4 #precious people #my art #auroblaze art

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starleska · 9 days

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those swooning sounds in the background are me and the three other Siegfried fans, in case you didn't know 🙈💖

#the dub is so measured - in the original Japanese Siegfried has a group of ladies screaming like he's a rockstar 😂💖#also Kaiba's face is killing me god i love Yu-Gi-Oh!#you'd best bet i am editing with this flamboyant fella right now and having the time of my LIFE #siegfried von schroeder #zigfried von schroeder #seto kaiba #kaiba seto #yu-gi-oh!#ygo #yugioh #starleskatalks

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xxthefairywitchxx · 11 months

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daily Jaden pic until the figure I've had on preorder for 13 months releases, day 16

It was only a matter of time before these started getting completely self indulgent, and it's safe to say we reached that point now. Today's prompt was rockstar.

#my art #Yu-Gi-Oh! GX #Yugioh GX #YGO GX #Jaden Yuki #Judai Yuki #Yuki Judai #Daily Jaden #SuperLuv #Spicy #Lemon #Slightly #Rockstar AU

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1980ssunflower · 1 year

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nuzzles my face against my baby ryan 🥺💖

#f/o:💖what a fool believes🎸#tape entry circa 1980 #SILLAY MODE ENGAGED #FACE OF A MAN WHO HAS JUST PISSED OFF MIN HFDJS #OOOO my baby ;w;#i miss him so so fucking much i like. literally had a breakdown abt how much i missed him a couple days ago ghdfjk #full on sobbing abt how much i love and miss him and need him here holding me #i really want to be vulnerable w him and wrap my arms around him as bury my face in the crook of his neck #oh god id do anything to hear him... i want to hear his beautiful wonderful angelic voice... IM TEARING UP AGAIN #everything about him... its so wonderful... him and my min-gi own my entire heart #id do anything for them... i love them...#thinking of ryans voice makes me tear up from how much i love and miss him...#i want to hear him tell me how talented i am and he knows ill be able to do all the things id like and be something great #that he knows im destined to be a rockstar and we all will get to be rockstars together :'-]#i want him to play w my hair while he talks to me and runs his other hand over my body caressing me #id like to hear him sing to meee #maybe we'll put on a record or just listen to a tape and sing the songs together #id also like for us to play some guitar together :-]#ive been making progressing again on this song last night that i had to put off w stuff + surgery #and i feel like ryan would be proud of me :'-]#but just auh my heart is so full i just love my baby more than there are stars in the sky type of thing #i want to take in his scent and be comforted by it and his presence and how im being held against him #holding his pretty face in my hands and looking into his beautiful dark brown eyes #smoothing out his hair and tucking any loose strands behind his ear #kiss his pretty hands... just all over just hold it to my face as i keep planting little kisses all over #on his finger tips where his callouses from playing guitar are eheh #anyways aouh ( blasts thunder road by bruce springsteen while thinking of ryan and me )

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sitaron-ka-taraanaa · 4 months

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good lord I want Heer's wardrobe so bad it makes me physically ache

#heer from rockstar #all of her outfits fit my aesthetic so well #one day gies one day

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frenchkisstheabyss · 7 months

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♡ But It's Better If You Do ♡

♡ Pairing: rockstar!mingi! x chubby!fem!!tattoo artist!reader

♡ Genre: fluff/angst/sorta suggestive

♡ Summary: Your ongoing love affair with your rocker client is all fine and dandy until you begin to catch feelings for him that send you into a spiral that isn't fine nor dandy.

♡ Word Count: 1.7k-ish

♡ Warnings: drinking, getting tattoos, kissing, briefly reminiscing on getting some top-notch dick, pet names (baby), reader gets turned on by Mingi (because, like, who wouldn't?), I like to say "fuck", & that's about it

♡ A/N: I've combined my neverending weakness for rock musicians, Song Min Gi, and happy endings into one fic and my lil alt girl heart is happy. I hope yours will be too. I may or may not have a thing for turning bad boy Mingi into a simp for reader but, like...ssssh.

It drives you insane when your friends tease you about Mingi, asking what city he’s in now and when you’ll see him next. You don’t know what city he’s in. That’s a lie, you always know. And you have no plans on seeing him ever again. Another lie. You’d stop the world to see him for 5 minutes. From the moment he walked into your shop, seeking an impulsive late-night tattoo, you were doomed to fall for him.

The first time he stopped by your shop it was a little after midnight and you were ready to close up but you were starstruck, you’ll die before you ever admit that, and he was gorgeous so you let him in. His choppy hair was a total mess and his dark eyeliner had all but melted off, the remnants smudged like ash beneath volcanic eyes that engulfed you each time they gleamed in your direction. You did the tattoo, an old-school traditional dagger down his left rib snuck in amongst the other 30 or so tattoos crowded onto his chest.

He paid you 3 times your normal rate and was supposed to be on his way. But you knew from his shows and his offstage antics that he wasn’t one to do anything he was supposed to. Armed with a pretty face framed by the softest cheeks and a plump figure he just wanted to nibble at, he instantly developed a weakness for you. Mingi had to have you and he did. All night. Reclined in your tattoo chair, bent over your workstation, cuddled up on the couch in the lobby. In the darkness of your studio, sweat-slicked bodies reflecting the glow of the neon lights like puddles of rain, he took you every way he could.

And you gave. And you gave. And you gave. Being with him altered everything you thought you knew about desire. About pleasure. Mingi touched you in ways you never imagined someone could. He made you feel beautiful. Worshiped you with his tongue from head to toe until the sun rose. Once it did he was gone, off to some other city. To some other girl in some other tattoo shop no doubt. So you moved on, filing it away as a one-time thing. Only it wasn’t. Mingi came to see you every chance he could.

Even if he was a few cities over he made sure to come by for another tattoo and another night with you. But these passionate encounters, concealed by the shadows of late nights and early mornings, planted feelings in your heart that bloomed long after he left. Your body was beginning to confuse lust for love, or so you believed, and that could only hurt you both. You especially. It had to stop. No more. Never again.

Your tattoo gun buzzes in your hand, a bundle of needles punching delicate black lines into Mingi’s neck. Never again? Yeah right. This time he wants a death moth on the side of his neck. It’s beautiful, as all your work is, and nearly done. Something he’s thankful for because this hurts like fuck but pissed about because being straddled by you on the couch has always been the preferable position for him. Your thighs double in thickness when they’re spread around him. He can just zone out rubbing and squeezing them.

“Hey!” you squeak when he takes a particularly greedy handful of your ass, “Cut it out or I’m gonna fuck up your tattoo.” Mingi takes a deep breath, his toned chest flexing as his muscles contract. “You won’t fuck it up. You’re too good at what you do. That’s why I come to you.” “Oh, really? Is that the only reason?” He grins and you can feel him staring at you the way he always does before your clothes end up on the floor. It makes your palms sweaty and your panties wetter than they already were. “You know that’s not the only reason, baby.”

Mingi sinks his fingers into your pillowy flesh, leaning forward to kiss you with not a care in the world about it ruining his tattoo. His lips brush yours, heightening the warmth between your thighs and making your heart change rhythm to match him. You want him on you. In you. You need him. Love him. Love him. Love him? “You need to go,” you say, your voice shaking as you flick off the tattoo gun. You’re off of him in a split second, packing your things away.

“Wait, what’s wrong? Did I do something?“ He tails you in your mad dash around the shop, sick at the thought that he might’ve made you uncomfortable. “I can’t—you just have to go, Mingi.” Snatching his t-shirt from the front counter, you toss it at him without looking. You can’t bear to make eye contact. “Did I hurt you?” You unintentionally ignore him, too lost in the tsunami of repressed emotions wrecking your insides. Mingi takes you by the wrist, pulling you close to him before you can get away from him.

“Did I hurt you?” “You didn’t hurt me, okay? But if you stay you will.” Mingi’s hands cradle your face, his mind frantically scanning it for some sign of what’s going on inside your head. “Whatever I did to scare you…I’ll leave but I’d never intentionally hurt you” he swears, “I love you too much for that.” You’re both equally shocked at the words that leave his lips. You weren’t expecting to hear them and, though he means it beyond measure, he wasn’t expecting to it to slip out.

“No, no you don’t. You don’t” you mumble, backing away from him, “You’re just saying that to—” “To fuck you?” he scoffs, in slight disbelief of what you’re implying. “I don’t know” you shrug, “It’s why you sneak off here at 1am to see me isn’t it?” Mingi throws his shirt on, grabbing his leather jacket off of your workstation. “I’ve asked you on dates. I’ve invited you to dinner with my friends. I send you backstage passes to my shows and you never come.”

“I’m trying to be more to you. I just wish you’d let me in” he sighs, stopping to plant a tender kiss on your trembling mouth, “Goodnight.” You're frozen in place, your feet sinking into the checkered tile floors like quicksand, as you watch him walk out of the door. A little voice in the back of your head whispers that he’s right. You have been pushing him away, playfully brushing off his proposals because they must have been a joke. He’s him…a star...and you? You’re just you.

Ignoring the tears clouding your vision, you flop down in a chair and begin scrolling through the texts the two of you exchanged over the past week. You stop at a message sent 2 days ago, your heart stinging at the sight of a link for a backstage pass for both nights of his show. It reads: "It’d be nice to see you. Would love it if you came.” You could take the chance, gamble with your heart—you close out of the thread, swiping to delete it—but it’s better if you don’t.

The roar of the crowd. The cacophony of instruments, harsh vocals, and borderline destruction laid out by the opening band. The chaos going on backstage to resolve last-minute disasters while his barely sober friends bullshit in the green room. The pure insanity of it all usually has Mingi wired but tonight he’s numb to everything. He leans back in his chair, checking his phone notifications. Nothing. At least not from you. He takes another sip of the beer he’s been taking child-sized swigs from for the past hour. It takes like piss, he doesn’t even like beer, but he has to calm his friends’ suspicions that something’s wrong by at least pretending he’s joining in on things.

“Party's here!” Yunho screams, bursting into the green room full of energy. Mingi perks up when he enters, the arrival of his best friend calming his anxiety. Yunho has no problem taking the social spotlight when Mingi isn’t all here and tonight he’s definitely somewhere far away. Yunho spots Mingi seated in the corner, staring into the mirror as he falls endlessly down some mental hole. “Still haven’t heard from her?” he asks, throwing his arm over Mingi’s shoulder. “No. I wanna call her, you know, but…I don’t know.”

Yunho snatches Mingi’s beer, chugging the remainder of it before tossing the bottle in the corner. “Listen to me, you forget her. There are plenty of fish in the sea. Actually, I brought a pretty fresh one for you tonight.” His face painted with a mischievous grin, Yunho slinks back over to the door to retrieve his surprise. Mingi rolls his eyes, his head thrown back in agony, “Yunho, not tonight. I’m not in the mood for this, man. I don’t wanna meet any fucking groupies.”

“I resent being called a ‘fucking groupie’” you pout, sneaking up beside him with the stealth of a secret agent. Mingi turns his head, squinting at the inverted image of you, “You—what are you doing here?” Your smile is awkward and endearing as you nervously fiddle with the lace trim of your black dress. “I’m letting you in...if it’s not too late.” By the way he hops up from his chair, his arms around your waist and his tongue down your throat in an instant, you already know the answer. But it still makes your head spin when he pulls away to say, “It’s not too late. It could never be.”

The head of a heavily pierced girl peeks through the door, her bubblegum pink hair swept into a high ponytail. “2 minutes til stage. Let's go!” she shouts like a drill sergeant and all of the men fall in line, rushing to get Mingi out on time. Yunho does what he can to put some distance between Mingi and everyone else, "He's coming! He's coming! Don't tear my man apart!" Mingi struggles to keep hold of you as what seems like a million hands pull him in the other direction.

“Just go. I’ll be watching so kick some ass, okay? For me!” "For you." You grab him by the shirt, sneaking in one last kiss, “Love you.” “1 minute til stage!” the girl’s voice booms once more. The tide sweeps him away until you can’t see him anymore but you still manage to hear a very excited “Love you too!” in that deep, raspy voice of his. You follow the herd, finding a spot off to the side just as he takes the stage.

Watching him perform, smiling at each other so hard your cheeks ache every chance you can, gets you high enough that you might as well be watching him from a cloud. When rips his shirt off, tossing it into the crowd, he reveals a chest covered in tattoos made with ink laced with silent admissions of your love. Only now they aren't silent. They're louder than every instrument on that stage. Because you're confident now that when it comes to taking a chance on love…on him…it’s so much better if you do.

#song mingi x reader #song mingi x you #mingi x reader #mingi x you #mingi fluff #mingi angst #ateez au #ateez x reader #ateez x you #ateez fluff #ateez angst #chubby reader #plus size reader

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xxbun-artxx · 11 months

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My fellow dareth enjoyers dareth won the water elemental master poll for my metal nya au. Now unlike my other post I don't have a set in stone lore or lore ideas, doesn't help I got sick woohoo. So I'll talk about the design.

Fun fact I originally started sketching this in brown so this gi started as a brown one, it looked neat so I saved it in case I wanted to make an actual brown ninja dareth in the future (if you would like to see that lmk). While designing this I decided to use the same gi design principle of nya and metal nya's gi-s but I changed the black parts to brown to make it feel more dareth-y, yes this does kinda make him the oddball but that kinda also intentional.

I gave dareth's gi pants that cowboy thing that dareth has in his og design.

I gave him this style of glove which I normally wouldn't do because they're the mark of....a special person (wink) for now for lore reasons dareth is allowed to have them by me.

I chose this blue because its the complamtary color of his brown, but also because its not close to my nya or jay design. I gave him heels because he ~💅, I put the pattern all over his gi unlike nya's.

I feel like dareth is alright with using his power but absolutely exhales when put in a stressful situation or when definding someone (which is cannon), he dumb, he will jump to action without thinking. I like to think his room is so aesthetic with a cowboy hat as a decoration. No reason. Just cowboy.

Interested in the drawings/designs mentioned or the metal nya au? <<Click here>> for my pined post about my aus and other

My two # for this au #ninjago metal nya #ninjago water dareth

For my other aus in the work #ninjago bun au

If you have any suggestions/questions/ request, my asks are open

Rember, you're a rockstar

Bun, out

#ninjago #ninjago fanart #ninjago art #ninjago bun designs #ninjago au #ninjago bun au #ninjago metal nya #ninjago water dareth #ninjago nya #ninjago jay #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago lloyd #ninjago kai #dareth ninjago #ninjago dareth

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salami-dono · 2 months

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That poll I put up some time ago was to pick the name of my OC's band. This is a drawing of the group about to react to the results of the poll. This is Parallax.

From left to right, there's Fritz the Zorro, Ramón the Rockstar (Yes, that is how he introduces himself), Ike the Giant Panda, and Giz the Tri-Horned Chameleon. I believe 'Tri-Horned' comes from the Yu-Gi-Oh! card, Tri-Horned Dragon. But, in real life, I guess he would be Jackson's chameleon.

Fritz came up with the name Parallax. He insisted that "Hautbois" was a stupid name. He gets super excited and brags about his victory over his older brother, Ramón. He would've lost his faith in the people if he hadn't won. Ramón really wanted HAUT•BOIS to win. That came from his genius mind. He isn't offended at all by his brother's gloating.

Ike didn't care which way the results went. His suggestion of "Ike and the Termites" wasn't added to the poll. Giz was on team HAUT•BOIS, but he's happy with the new name.

Ramón plays drums, guitar, and he sings. Ike is the keyboardist. Giz sings and plays guitar. They sometimes have guests perform in the band, like the elusive Neon the Hedgehog. Guests help enrich the band's sound.

Neon had this to say about her experience: "I can do anything!" ♠

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic oc #my ocs #my artwork #Parallax #Ramón #Fritz

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riality-check · 10 months

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Eddie needs this to go perfectly.

He’s… okay, saying he’s not an anxious person would be a lie. Eddie is very acquainted with the fight or flight instinct, with the latter of those two options being far more familiar. He’s vaguely obsessive and twitchy and, frankly, puts way too much thought and time into planning one-shots, nevermind regular campaign sessions.

Majority of the time, he likes to have control of a situation. There are reasons for that, plenty of which he knows, some of which he’s gone to therapy for, and more that are on the bedroom and currently irrelevant side of things.

The relevant side of things is the guy in front of him who doesn’t have any sort of ear protection on.

Eddie should mind his business. He really should. Corroded Coffin isn’t even headlining. They’re the openers for the tour of a much bigger band that noticed them and asked if they wanted to tour with them and Archie fangirled so hard he passed out. It was a whole thing.

Still, it’s their first real tour, and Eddie is a control freak, and he needs it to be perfect, which means no one gets hurt. This random guy - probably a roadie of some sort from how he’s plugging cables into something Eddie doesn’t know the name of - not having any sort of ear protection counts as someone maybe getting hurt.

Eddie doesn’t even know him, but he can’t have that happen.

Hell, this guy’s friend has her earplugs looped around her neck on a string like Eddie does. But Hottie - yeah, he’s hot and Eddie’s queer with a healthy sex drive, get over it - has none in sight.

That’s a problem. Eddie can’t have problems, not tonight, not before the first show.

“Hey!” he calls, walking over to Hottie and his friend, who are setting up equipment away from the stage. “You gotta have something for your ears, dude!”

Hottie and his friend exchange a look that Eddie can’t make heads or tails of.

“Thanks man,” Hottie says, and that nickname applies to his voice, too. “But I’m good.”

Eddie frowns. “You need to protect your hearing.”

“Trust me,” Hottie says. “I’ve worked a lot of gigs. Never wore anything then, won’t wear anything now, probably won’t wear anything at the next one.”

Okay. It’s fine. Eddie should walk away now. He’s totally capable of walking away. It is, quite obviously, the better alternative to this circular conversation.

But Hottie is gonna hurt himself this way. Potentially really badly if it’s not a one time thing. This is a metal show, for G-d’s sake. He’ll do some serious damage over time.

Eddie needs this to go perfectly, and for things to go perfectly, he can’t be responsible for that.

“I don’t think you get it,” he says. “You’re gonna destroy your ears that way, especially if you do this for a long time. This show is gonna be really intense, hell, the whole tour is! You can get cheap shit at the hardware store, it’s better than nothing-”

At the beginning of his rant, lecture, whatever, Hottie stares right at him. He has a really intense stare. Pretty brown eyes set in a prettier face with even prettier hair on top of his head. Eddie gets distracted by all that pretty and by trying to make his point.

And he doesn’t notice until halfway through that Hottie isn’t looking at him anymore. He’s looking at his friend.

Eddie looks at her, too. Looks at her confused and focused expression. Looks at her hands moving rapidly.

Oh. G-d.

Hottie’s deaf, isn’t he?

“Trying my best but I’m not fluent, Steve,” she says. Her hands pause, and she looks down at them, confused.

Hottie - Steve - shrugs, and his hands move as he talks. “I’m not either. You were doing pretty good, though. I think. Or our mistakes just line up that well.”

“What’s the sign for reverb? It’s the last word he said.”

“No clue. You can just fingerspell it.”

“I can’t remember R.”

“How do you forget R? It’s in your name, Robin!”

The friend - Robin - throws her hands up. “You know I get it mixed up with X!”

Eddie wants to die. This is it. He’s going to melt into a puddle due to sheer embarrassment, fifteen minutes before the doors open to let in the biggest crowd Corroded Coffin has ever played for.

What a shitty way to go.

“I’m so sorry,” he says. “I didn’t-”

Steve cuts him off. “Normally, I can lip read enough to get the gist. But you speak too fast and trip over your words.”

Ouch. Okay.

“I do lights,” he continues. “Robin does sound. We know what we’re doing, and we don’t need you to tell us how to do our jobs, even if you mean well.”

Seriously?

Eddie should have minded his business. He knows that. But G-ddamn, that’s blunt.

He’s saved, thankfully, from digging himself into a bigger hole.

“Eddie!” Jeff hollers from the stage. “Get your ass over here!”

He turns to walk away, then turns back to Steve and Robin. “Sorry,” he says again.

He turns back around before he can see their reactions and runs back toward the stage. Intimately familiar with flight, and all that.

Shit. First night of tour, and he’s already made an enemy of the light and sound people.

And the light guy is hot.

Really hot.

And he hates Eddie.

This is gonna be a long few weeks.

Now with a continuation and a part 3!

ao3

#ria writes #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #corroded coffin #hoh steve harrington #jewish eddie munson #(he snuck his way in here)#rockstar eddie munson #stranger things #st #steanger things #stranger things ficlet #st ficlet #gi;pe au

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resident-gay-bitch · 1 year

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steddie ficlets

i litteraly have so fucking many of these so i've curated a new masterlist for them, these are all short little that are 3k words max.

you can find my general masterlist here, and you can also find all of my fics and more on ao3 and wattpad :)

enjoy :))

disclaimer^ i do not take credit for any of the fannart, i just found it all on pinterest - i did not draw any of it - just stuck them altogether on this page

Nightmares - steve calls eddie after one of his nightmares

Seven Minutes - steve and eddie play seven minuets in heaven and it makes eddie question everything

Accidentally Kissed - steve gets quite drunk at a party and thinks he's hooking up with nancy... but he ended up with the wrong curly haired brunette. but was it really the wrong one?

Bet On You - rockstar!eddie comes back to hawkins for the ten year renunion and finally sees steve after ten years apart

Red Light - steve pulls up at a red light beside a dinged up old van and the metalhead driver starts singing to him

If I Was A Worm - steve asks eddie if he'd still love him if he was a worm and steve cant get anymore in love

Not Quite Puppy Dog Love - steves pov - steve doesn't know what to feel when they come across a kas!eddie in the upside down and it gets worse when eddie flies them away from the group

Not Quite Puppy Dog Love - eddies pov - kas!eddie doesn't remember much about his past life but he does remember the golden haired boy with the bat hed been dreaming of every night

Cropped Out - eddie see's steve washing his car in a crop top and doesn't cope well with it

Love Sick - little eddie and steve first meet in the doctors waiting room, and they make their ken and gi joe dolls kiss

That's A Promise - after eddie wakes up in the hospital steve is there at his side holding his hand and promising to protect him from now on

Bullshit - eddie has a bad day in the healing process and steve tries his best to stay calm and help

Marry Me? - eddie proposes to steve by just giving him one of his rings

Axl Harrington - steve’s struggling to help his trans kid bind and trans!eddie helps them out

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drivingsideways · 1 year

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Fic projects 2023 (and beyond?)

Making a list just for kicks! (So I can beat myself up at the end of the year? PERHAP.)

Cheongdam-dong couple ‘verses :

1) Strawberry ‘verse: Han Sung-hyun is a rockstar and South Korea’s first openly gay musician/celebrity. Park Do-won is...just some ex military guy who runs a laundrette while trying to keep his family of seven (5 daughters and 2 grandmas) afloat. After almost accidentally saving Han Sung-hyun from death-by-bullet, Park Do-won gets bullied into hired as Sung-hyun’s bodyguard. Why yes, they do fall in love, but first Sung-hyun must PROBLEMATICALLY flirt with his new LORGE employee and get social media cancelled for it, have a couple of near-death experiences, become Fraulein Maria to Do-won’s five girls, and generally be rescued from his life of fun and depravity to become a BORING DAD (spoilers: he loves it), and also maybe rescue a whale. I have lots of ambitions for this project; for one, I want to imagine what having someone like Han Sung-hyun out there between 2000 to date might have meant. I know there are a few prominent gay celebrities in SK, and I plan to read up whatever I can get my hands on about queer culture in SK as well as the music industry in the last twenty years. The latter is probably easier to access. So far all the google search on LGBT issues in SK has given me is..fairly depressing pieces that are centered around the very real homophobia and discrimination. If anyone has any recs- either in fiction or non fiction about being queer in SK, and about the music industry as such, throw it my way! Thank you. :D

2) Wooster -Sageuk verse: Yes, you read that right. Ok, this is the one in which (JWS/Bertie) is the fourth son of the current king, and a completely useless royal. His brothers, both elder and younger are in a death match for the throne; our guy is chilling out on his small estate up north doing the bare minimum to keep the barbarians at the gates. Into his life comes one Very Brilliant Person (Kim Tae-ri/Jeeves). Now, Tae-ri isn’t a noble born AND she had the misfortune to be afab in those Neo-Confucian times but is she going to let that stop her? NO. So she wiggles her way into (useless) spare heir’s household dressed as a man, and quickly becomes indispensable to him. Meanwhile, LJJ is a soldier in JWS’ army and also a conman with a business on the side; he’s basically sticking with JWS because he figures this guy is not basically interesting enough for his life to be in any kind of real danger, so he gets his soldier’s pay as well as quietly makes money selling contraband. What he *doesn’t * know, and couldn’t possibly begin to guess is that JWS has been PINING for his low born soldier for A WHILE. So, the main plot would be around how Tae-ri, having realized that all the other princes are genocidal freaks, starts an elaborate game of thrones to put the Useless (but not genocidal) Spare on the throne of Joseon, while also solving his Love Problem (which is the only problem that Useless Spare is actually interested in solving.) I want to write this because I love Wodehousian shenangians and queering history, but I’ve also watched like- three sageuks in my entire life- so I feel like I don’t know enough about the genre or you know, actual history, to pull it off with any degree of competence. Still, it *is * one of my favourite ideas, so I’m going to keep it on the list.

The above two are probably the more “high difficulty” writing ideas, and realistically, I’ll have time for one. At the moment, it’s going to be Strawberry ‘verse, but well, you never know.

Other Fics:

3) Lucky Star: This is the next instalment in Terms ‘verse, and is the story of how Do-chul and Hong-gi adopt their son, Min-woo. This fic was meant to be a bridge fic to the final instalment of the ‘verse, but quickly expanded itself in my head. I’ve been trying to crack it for some months now, and it’s not going anywhere, because I can’t seem to figure out what I want this fic to be about. I hope I can do that *sometime * this year because I love these characters so much, and I want to just keep writing in this ‘verse.

4) Sequel to Juche/ Part 2 of The Exiles: This one feels like something I’ve made unnecessarily difficult for myself by throwing the characters into mid 1980s Patagonia, for god’s sake, at the end of Juche. I mean, I did it for Reasons (good Reasons), but I also know very little about that era, so this is basically the classic “bit off more than you could chew” problem, which, come to think of it, maybe the problem with all my fics. Still, I have a much more solid idea of where I want this fic to go than Lucky Star and I think I can fudge some stuff and hopefully get away with it, so!

5) Christmas Fic : This is the one F/F fic I want to write about [Kim Hye-soo] and [Tang Wei], long time frenemies, who both got out of the small town where they grew up and made good. Christmas sees them back together in their hometown for the first time in many years: Hye-soo’s boyfriend has just dumped her, and Tang Wei’s fiance is looking for an excuse to break up with *her * although she doesn’t know it yet. Cue small town Christmas event shenanigans between the two women as they try to one up each other; with the stakes getting progressively crazier until everyone around them can’t wait for them to just leave; they WILL, and they’ll also kiss (and other things), and go back to their fabulous big city lives where they get even richer and make men cry. (The good thing about this one is that I don’t have to start writing this until October at least.)

I suppose there are chances that some show or movie might come along that grabs me by the hair and derails my nebulous plans for the above, but it’s unlikely. Kdrama- at least the ones I enjoy watching- doesn’t seem to trigger the fic writing part of my brain, and I don’t feel enthused by most of what I see the mainstream fandom producing either. I’ve had the most fun last year creating these imaginary worlds that are largely untethered to any particular show/ canon, while retaining the fannish aspects in terms of world building and style of story telling.

Fellow writers! Tell me in notes/ replies what you’re hoping to write this year, if you had unlimited time and energy. What’s ticking inside your lovely brains? TELL ME ALL!

#writing #wips #fanfic

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babycatlix · 2 years

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Gifsets of Lee Felix ↳ Felix in Every SKZ M/V 40/∞ – Circus | DO NOT REPOST

Bring out the fire Ring-ring-ring juggling we gonna burn this down Clown rockstar Ring-ding-ding-di-gi-ding we gonna run this town We gonna run this town

#lee felix #felixleenet #dancerachasource #staycompany #staysource #jypartists #stray kids #sunshine mvs #g: felix #m: gifs #mine #tw flashing #look at him go #i really like his half skirt outfit #and his black hair really fits this concept

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julianobungus · 5 months

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I wrote this for the brainrot (not yet finished)

Okay, so this idea I had revolves around two of my current favourite things: Infinity Train and Alien, with it being a little fantasy I had while listening to music and doing work around the house.

The basic idea is that this takes place in a vast industrial complex in which the Infinity Train cast (or some of them, at least) are trapped within. The lot of them split up to find the specific parts they needs to repair an elevator that can get them to safety - of not out of the complex, then to a safer upper level.

Ryan and Min-Gi look for a battery to power up the lift, going a little aways from where they and the other passengers have been staying. They find and look around inside this old maintenance room, looking for what they need. They split up, with Ryan looking around in one part of the place, and Min-Gi searching another.

Ryan rustles noisily through parts, objects and cylinders, trying to find the battery. He's in a bit of a panic, desperate to get out of this place, and rushes through the task; he shoves metal cylinders out of the way and behind himself, trying to keep calm, but needing to reach freedom.

What he doesn't see, however, is what waits beyond himself. Perched behind him, a few metres away and staying perfectly still, is a rounded, crouched thing made of black sheen and angles.

The Praetomorph. The imperfect Starbeast.

It rests in an odd crouching position, like a hellish gargoyle as it sits idly nearby. At first, it isn't clear if it's observing Ryan Akagi; it's not even clear if it's even awake or aware of his presence.

But then it raises its tail. Slowly and with patient measure, slipping out from between its legs, it raises it gently into the air. Soundlessly and almost with some serenity. Ryan is still shuffling through objects, thinking he can see the battery. He does - he grabs it.

He pretends he hasn't seen the animal. He hopes against hope that he's imagined it, and that it's his frayed nerves playing their tricks on him-

The Praetomorph dispels that false hope. It rapidly drops its tail down, whipping it against the cold, hard floor with an intrusive SLAP! Ryan flinches, not only from fright, but from the freezing realisation that he hadn't been mistaken. The future rockstar turns around; his mouth is dry like a desert as he sees the thing in all his horrible beauty.

The jig is up. It has his undiluted attention. The black thing skitters forward, seeming to crab-walk towards him, but then it passes its bodyweight forward onto its feet, bringing its skeletal torso and ridiculous head forward. Now it stands on two digitigrade feet, its bony and flayed arms outstretching in the most peculiar way.

And then it starts to stand.

It raises itself to its full height at a glacial pace. Ryan doesn't mean to, but he lets out a groaning whimper of dread and cold terror as he backs up, clutching the cylindrical battery in his hand. But he lets it go, letting it fall and roll away from him.

The scream is loud enough for Min-Gi to turn around and hear. He sees it as clearly as Ryan does. His heart feels like it's going to leap from his chest at the sight. He watches helplessly as it brings a tiptoe foot forward towards Ryan - towards his friend. His brother.

Mn finds himself running forward, also finds himself holding something in his two clenched hands. Something large and long and metal. He doesn't know why he screams. Probably to scare it off.

But it's a mistake. The Starbeast whips itself around to face the little man, and a black outstretched wrist collides with his shoulder. He's flung backwards as a pain strikes through his arm, then the rest of his body as he lands in an unceremonious heap.

Ryan screams his friend's name. The Praetomorph turns back around to face him, slower this time, sizing the thin Canadian up. It walks forward once more, coming closer to Mr. Akagi. The man whimpers - can barely scream - as his eyes become wet. A theatre fire in his head, with a hundred voices screaming at him to do something. Absolutely anything.

Ryan's still trapped in his indecision as he watches a pair of grim-reaper hands flow forward, and as he feels the insect-leg fingers grace and tickle his face. They are as cold as the wet ground after a storm. He thinks of rainy days and getting snowed in. He finally hiccups a sob as the animal stands before him. Above him. Ryan feels the hands tightening their grip on his head. He chokes.

Why didn't I just run? Am I that stupid?

He thinks this just as the pair of spidery hands twist his head to the side, like an oversized corkscrew.

#infinity train #ryan akagi #min gi park #praetomorph #alien covenant #prometheus #xenomorph #tw; death #tw; violence

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