#Everlong

[grylum]

Come down, and waste away with me, down with me.

[d3ad4ndg0ne]

breathe out, so i can breathe you in ~ ☆ ~

[aprilcumshewill]

randy and benson, the passenger // foo fighters, everlong

"Breathe out, so I can breathe you in Hold you in And now, I know you've always been Out of your head, out of my head, I sang-"

[elisiassideb1tch]

"it was a mistake..."

[hairmetal666]

The high summer sun glints off the lake, illuminating Eddie's dark curls in a golden shine. He plays Hopper's old acoustic, just noodling around with notes and melodies, while Steve watches, transfixed.

He's so beautiful, Steve thinks, before shaking the thought away. He turns from the man at the end of the dock, looking across the yard of Joyce and Hop's lake house. His two kids tumble across the grass with Max and Lucas's toddler on their heels. Max and El weave flower crowns--well, El weaves and Max makes a mess of petals and leaves. Dustin, Erica, Mike, and Lucas cluster around the solid wood picnic table Hop built, arguing about a new d&d update, while Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan sip glasses of lemonade on the porch. Through the wide, plate glass windows that line the back of the house, Steve watches his wife, Joyce, and Argyle bob and weave through the kitchen, while Hop mans the grill a few feet away on the patio.

He looks back to Eddie, whose fingers have stilled on the guitar strings.

"What's up?" Steve asks. It's been twelve years since Eddie almost died saving the world, and he still goes distant. Still slips out of time to another place, another world, that can be hard for the others to reach.

Not this time, though. Eddie glances up, soft smile on his face, one that's rare enough it makes Steve's heart trip. "Working out how to play something," he says.

There's yelling now, from the picnic table, an actual fight broken out, and Steve laughs. "Think we should get up there before someone gets punched?"

Eddie isn't paying attention, though. His head bent intently over the guitar as he strums out a familiar melody that Steve can't quite place. It's slower, he thinks, than the original.

It's so familiar, watching Eddie play. Back when they lived together in Indy, he used to lose entire afternoons to a shared joint and Eddie practicing. It's always transfixing, the movements of his fingers, the light glinting off the shine of his rings; his intensity and precision.

It hits Steve then, what the song is, isn't something he expected Eddie to ever know. Assumed his interest in any member of Nirvana ended in 1994, that he'd find the Foo Fighters hopelessly lame, but Eddie's eyes flash up to catch Steve's as he starts the chorus.

"And I wonder, when I sing along with you, if everything could ever feel this real forever; if anything could be this good again"

The sun is lower in the sky, casting Eddie in bronze, and god, god he's the most beautiful thing Steve has ever seen. His stomach twists, goosebumps spreading along his arms.

"The only thing I'll ever ask of you, you've got to promise not to stop when I say when, he sang"

The deep chocolate of Eddie's eyes sparkle with softness and care and, and--

Realization hits.

Steve loves him.

"Breath out, so I can breath you in, hold you in"

Has always loved him. Every second, every moment.

His heart trips, doubles. He doesn't understand how he missed it, that it's always been Eddie.

It crashes over him, a cascade of understanding, of unquestioned longing. Years, years have gone by without him recognizing the feelings for what they are. And now, now--

His wife is in the kitchen with Joyce and Argyle, and their two kids play on the lawn with Max and Lucas's toddler.

And he's been hopelessly in love with his best friend since 1986, when he first realized his entire world revolved around Eddie Munson's laugh, the specific smile he gave that brought out his deep set dimples, the softness of his voice at 3am when nightmares drove them both out of bed.

Eddie blinks a few times, looks down, eyelashes casting long shadows against his cheeks. His playing slows, and he ends the song with a crack in his voice as he sings.

"Hello, I've waited here for you, everlong"

The only thing Steve can hear is the pounding of his own heart. He wants--he wants--

The shrieking delight of his children carries down to the lake, his wife's wind chime laugh tinkling just behind.

He doesn't know what to do, what to say, can't stop hearing the way Eddie's voice broke on the last line that wasn't even in the original song, and--

Hopper calls out, "alright you animals, come and get it."

His wife yells, "Steve, come help with the kids?"

He shoves to his feet, yells back, "be right there."

Steve doesn't know what to do, what to say, how to process any of this.

He walks away from Eddie without glancing back.

[heartz4shauna]

come down and waste away with me 🐻

down with me. slow how you wanted it to be 🦴

i’m over my head, out of her head she sang 🌳

[art-is-the-life]

if it was physically possible to inject songs into your veins i would be 1% blood and 99% music

[emeralddoeadeer]

she's having a big week

I'm in my Everlong feels, what is this.

🥹

I feel like I should do something, but what is there left to say?

If anyone wants to share their favourite lines, scenes, or songs from the fic send me an ask. If there are any questions left unanswered or you just want to chat Everlong, you know where to find me.

I've never been good at self-reccing, and aside from sharing each chapter here I never really went out of my way to encourage people to read some of you may have even witnessed me discourage people from reading.

The way it's been received and remembered makes me proud.

Appreciate you all ❤️

xDoe

[juli4hxxx]

breathe out so i can breathe you in

[nothing-but-music-videos]

Foo Fighters

"Everlong"

Music video, 1997

[dreamsofhannah2]

𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓱 2

[spectones]

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This type of life...

This type of vibes...

[impala-dreamer]

Everlong - Masterlist

A Supernatural Series

~Y/N has everything she's ever wanted - the love of a good man, a best friend she can lean on, drama, magic, and heroics. But everyone knows, things aren't always what they seem.~

Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Rowena, Castiel, Others

Series Warnings: NSFW. Angst. Smut. Blood. Magic. Trauma. Suicidal Issues. Major Character Death(s). Strangeness. It's Super Angst. Chapters won't be tagged to preserve story flow, but it is all angst. Be warned. 

Chapters:

One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen

[mame-mp4]

If you know, you know... 🧩