#boygenius prompts

[ashprompts]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 (𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒) — 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

a collection of sentence starters from the album by boygenius, "the record." feel free to alter pronouns/text as you see fit

"give me everything you've got, i'll take what i can get."

"i want to hear your story and be a part of it."

"who would i be without you?"

"speak to me until your history's no mystery to me."

"talk to me until the words run dry."

"i'll give everything i've got, please take what i can give."

"i want you to hear my story."

"it's a bad idea and i'm all about it."

"when you wake up, i'll be gone again."

"in another life we were arsonists."

"mama told me that it don't run on wishes, but that i should have fun."

"so many hills to die on."

"run out of gas, out of time, out of money."

"you're doing what you can, just making it run."

"take a break, make your escape."

"can you give me twenty dollars?"

"i know you have twenty dollars."

"she's asleep in the back seat looking peaceful enough to me."

"we're coming back from where no one lives."

"[name], i'm sorry."

"i just make it up as i go along."

"i can feel myself becoming someone only you could want."

"now i'm wide awake, spiraling."

"i'll get a real job, you'll go back to school."

"we can burn out in the freezing cold."

"you know how i get when i'm wrong."

"i can feel myself becoming somebody that i'm not."

"i'm 27 and i don't know who i am."

"you can't help but become the sun."

"when you don't know who you are, you fuck around and find out."

"it feels good to be known so well."

"i can't hide from you like i hide from myself."

"you already hurt my feelings in the way only you could."

"i remember who i am when i'm with you."

"your love is tough." / "your love is tried and true blue."

"you've never done me wrong, except for that one time."

"it doesn't matter anymore."

"who won the fight?"

"i don't know, we're not keeping score."

"i'm trying to be cool about it."

"wishing you were kind enough to be cruel about it."

"telling myself i can always do without it, knowing that it probably isn't true."

"it's impossible to pass your tests."

"i'm trying to forget about it."

"kindly get out of my head about it."

"once i took your medication to know what it's like." / "and now i have to act like i can't read your mind."

"i ask you how you're doing and i let you lie."

"we don't have to talk about it."

"i'll pretend being with you doesn't feel like drowning."

"it's nice to see how good you're doing."

"we know it isn't true."

"it would only take the energy to fix it."

"i don't know why i am the way i am."

"not strong enough to be your man."

"i can't stop staring at the ceiling fan."

"spinning out about things that haven't happened."

"do you see us getting scraped up off the pavement?"

"i lied, i am just lowering your expectations."

"half a mind that keeps the other second guessing."

"always an angel, never a god."

"i think i've been having revelations."

"skip the exit to our old street and go home."

"go home alone."

"you live up in my head."

"i've been making music since you told me to do it."

"i just wanna know who broke your nose."

"figure out where they live, so i can kick their teeth in."

"if this isn't love then what the fuck is it?"

"i guess just let me pretend."

"i don't wanna die. that's a lie, but i'm afraid to get sick."

"if you're not enough, then i give up."

"i used to think if i'd just close my eyes, i will disappear."

"if you love me, you will listen to this song."

"i could tell that you were serious."

"it gave us more time to embarrass ourselves."

"i might like you less now that you know me so well."

"there's a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in."

"i am not an old man having an existential crisis."

"i never thought you'd happen to me."

"will you be a satanist with me?"

"mortgage off your soul to buy your dream vacation home in florida."

"tryin' to score some off-brand ecstasy."

"will you be an anarchist with me?"

"sleep in cars and kill the bourgeoisie."

"at least until you find out what a fake i am."

"spray paint my initials on an atm."

"i burn my cash and smash my old tv."

"will you be a nihilist with me?"

"if nothing matters, man, that's a relief."

"if nothing can be known, then stupidity is holy."

"if the void becomes a bore, we'll treat ourselves to some self-belief."

"oh, you know what i should do?"

"it's so hard to come back."

"you could absolutely break my heart."

"that's how i know that we're in love."

"i don't need the symbol of a scar."

"isn't it enough that we stripped down to our skin?"

"i feel crazy in ways i never say."

"will you still love me if it turns out i'm insane?"

"i know what you'll say, but it helps to hear you say it anyway."

"damn, that makes me sad." / "it doesn't have to be like that."

"if you rewrite your life, may i still play a part?"

"i can't imagine you without the same smile in your eyes."

"there is something about you that i will always recognize."

"if you don't remember, i will try to remind you."

"i will go on and on until it all comes back."

"i'm out of my depth at a public beach."

"i never listened, i had to see it for myself."

"making peace with my inevitable death."

"i guess i did alright, considering." / "tried to be a halfway decent friend."

"an honest fool with more bad habits than you can count."

"was anyone ever so young?"

"breaking curfew with illegal fireworks."

"unpacking god in the suburbs."

"you don't have to make it bad just cause you know how."

"writing the words to the worst love song you've ever heard."

"an incantation like an anti-curse."

"i think that you're special." / "you told me once that i'm selfish."

"you said my music is mellow, maybe i'm just exhausted."

"you think you're a good person because you won't punch me."

"i love you. i don't know why, i just do."

"you're not special, you're evil."

"you don't get to tell me to calm down."

"you made me feel like an equal, but i'm better than you and you should know that by now."

"it looked like it hurt and i wasn't sorry."

"i should have left you right there."

"you don't know me."

"i wanna be happy."

"i'm ready to walk into my room without looking for you."

"i'll go up to the top of our building."

"i can't feel it yet, but i am waiting."

[gingerjolover]

idea from your prompt list… i’m thinking reader saying number 28 regarding jbs tramp stamp. a little “me and the boys are getting tattoos” and her not giving reader any other info… then boom. tramp stamp.

I was in the middle of writing something about the tramp stamp and was so stuck, and this helped me sm so thank you anon :)

wc is somewhere around 700 words (short king!)

julien baker x fem!reader - #28 "This not what I expected."

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Julien is murmuring against your skin, her lips leaving small kisses on your cheek and jaw. She's half snuggled into you, her body hanging off the bed, arms effectively pinning you down. A yawn escapes you; she pulls back, eyes wide and teasing as she watches you yawn, a grin stretching across her face. It's like she can't help it, leaning in and kissing you again, moving up to your temple.

"Where are you going again?" you mumble sleepily. She laughs lightly, mumbling against your skin, "the boys and I are getting tattoos”. She smiles, kissing underneath your ear when you hum in acknowledgment.

"You'll be back by lunch?" you murmur, half asleep, leaning into your girlfriend's affections. "Mhm, should be back by 1:30... you want me to bring you something?" Julien asks, rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to your head. She wants nothing more than you to come with her to the tattoo shop, but she also wants you to rest, your body not used to traveling the way hers is.

"Will you guys eat lunch with me?" you mumble, Julien smiling softly down at you, convinced there's nothing sweeter than your sleepy talk. "Yeah...Phoebe, Luce, and I will get take out and bring it home...okay?" she says, rubbing down your back, tapping your butt. "Can I have a hug?" she asks, standing up from the bed. She chuckles, watching you roll over, eyes lighting up when your arms widen, nuzzling into your chest and neck, your hands rubbing her back and patting her head. "You're squishing me..." you breathe out. She squeezes harder, chuckling into your neck, "I wish I could crawl into you....is that weird?" she asks, lips attached to your skin. "You're weird."

"Okay, I'm gonna go if you're going to bully me..." she says, standing up, pinching your hip, and rubbing your bare thigh. She scoffs when you don't respond, your eyes remaining closed before a tiny smirk blossoms on your face. "You're so mean," she says, slapping your thigh softly.

"I love you, Jay," you murmur, watching her slip on a jacket. "I love you, sweet girl," she responds, kissing you again quickly.

"Have fun!" you say, yawning again. Julien blows a kiss, leaving the house.

.

It's about 2:00 when Julien returns, Phoebe and Lucy following behind her. "Hi," Phoebe says excitedly, smacking a kiss on your cheek before shoving her arm in your eyeline. "Oh sick!" you exclaim, tracing the outside of the wrapping. "It looks good, P," you smile at her; she happily hums, putting bags of food on the table. Lucy greets you similarly, kissing your head before showing you hers as well, "I love that you guys have more than one matching tattoo," you giggle. "It's almost like we love each other or something," Lucy smirks, teasing you softly.

"Let me see JB," you request, your girlfriend showing you the same matching tattoo and your initial on her ring finger. "You're insane," you murmur, blushing deeply. She smirks, kissing the corner of your mouth, wrapping you in her arms, her hands on your ass. Your hands rub her lower back, and she winces softly, pulling away. "What did I do?" you ask, panicked, "Are you okay?"

Lucy and Phoebe laugh, "No way, did you not tell her?" "Julien!" "Babe, she got a tramp stamp!" Phoebe and Lucy say, talking over each other. Your ears perk up, hearing ”tramp stamp”.

"YOU WHAT?" you exclaim, eyes wide. Julien giggles sheepishly, lifting her shirt and turning around, her jeans sitting low on her hips.

Absurd Freedom. Your girlfriend...has a tramp stamp... that says 'absurd freedom'.

She turns back around, looking at you with waiting eyes. Phoebe and Lucy freeze, watching Julien watch you digest what you just saw. They glance nervously at each other, actively knowing that you'll support Julien no matter what but also knowing that Julien thinks very highly of your opinion.

"This is not what I expected."

"I- but- okay is- are you mad?" Julien stammers.

"Of course not, I just- you're such a nerd," you say, smiling wide. "The myth of Sisyphus... made you get a tramp stamp?"

"You scared me!" Julien exclaims, making Lucy and Phoebe laugh.

"Oh my god, you drama queen, let's eat," you say, pulling her into you and kissing her head.

"Should've seen the look on JB's face after she showed you," "Shut up Phoebe!"

[mappingthesky]

can u make a tiny tinyyy blurb of nymphia being carried by pj? 🥹 nymphia just looks so cute being carried in her recent ig story :"))) <<<33

behold: the nymphia being carried blurb (or: you can’t help but become the sun)

this is actually short and im actually half asleep so pls forgive me if it is choppy. perhaps i will come back and polish tomorrow… but probably not <3 love u thank u for reading <<3

It’s been one of those beautiful, bleary sort of summer days. 

They’d gotten up early, because Nymphia had her heart set on the beach, and Jane had promised. Truth be told, the beach wasn’t her thing; She’d rather be luxuriously lazy in the air-conditioned cool of her living room, or a movie theater, or taking aimless laps around the mall to people-watch and shit-talk. Nonetheless, Nymphia isn’t the kind of girl you say no to. Not even close. She’s the kind to make you appreciate the sun for making her jet hair shine a secret shade of brown, for making her eyes go the color of toasted caramel, for the way it kisses her skin and turns her to pure gold. The kind of girl who turns every aimless activity into an adventure, who takes the last thing you’d ever want to do and transforms it into the very thing you’ve been needing for the entirety of your life. How could you say no to a girl like that?

And so they’d packed up the car and driven the forty minutes there - Jane behind the wheel, and Nymphia leaning over to turn the volume up and kiss her cheek, teasing Jane lovingly for being so dishonestly grumpy and so secretly happy. Jane couldn’t even hide it, because she couldn’t imagine a better soundtrack to her summer than Nymphia’s spotify playlists, Nymphia’s singing along, Nymphia’s shrieking laugh and silly, sweet nothings. 

Side by side on beach towels in the sand, they lay on their bellies beneath the sun.  Jane gazed over at Nymphia - her long hair in a high ponytail, her old Hollywood sunglasses perched on her button nose, her delicate fingers working sunscreen into her skin. “What?” she’d asked as she brushed her fingers across Jane’s cheeks, having insisted that Jane needed more. Jane leaned in to kiss her, dotting her face with white. 

The day seemed never-ending. The sun was still high in the summer solstice sky when they’d trudged their way back to the car, Jane’s blonde hair already a shade lighter and her cheeks somehow still reddened. They were tired in the way that only the sun can make you - dazed and happily, desperately sleepy. The forty minutes back to town was decidedly quieter, as Nymphia had dozed off mere minutes after they’d gotten on the interstate. Jane looked over to where Nymphia slept with a gentle hum, smiled to herself, and leaned over to turn the radio down.

The white hot fever of the day had finally broken into dusk by the time they made it home. The sky was indigo blue when Jane pulled into the drive, and Nymphia still hadn’t stirred. She was quiet all while Jane turned the car off and got out, whining softly when Jane opened the passenger’s side door and tried to coax her from her sleep.

“Hi, my love,” Jane cooed, brushing the hair from her face with the sort of tenderness you reserve for someone not quite ready to be woken - soft, soothing, a little apologetic. “We’re home.”

Nymphia’s eyes opened with a wince. She groaned, well and truly worn-out, and let her eyes fall shut again. 

“C’mon sleeping beauty,” Jane tried again. “Let’s get you inside.”

It was no use. Nymphia shook her head, her lips pouty with sleep and eyes remaining closed as she mumbled a mere, “Can’t.”

“So, what?” Jane crossed her arms, going serious in the face of Nymphia’s silly. “You’re just gonna sleep in the driveway?”

Nymphia nodded, her face flush against the upholstery, eyes unopening. “Mm-hmm.”

“Okay. Have it your way.” Jane started to turn, reaching for the backseat when Nymphia stretched her arms out.

“No,” Jane groaned at the wordless demand. “Nymphia. C’mon.”

Nymphia’s bottom lip curled out, her eyes blinking open just long enough to work their magic. “Please.”

Jane tried, but her no’s were met with more pouts that shouldn’t be nearly as persuasive as they are. It's no use feigning indifference, because Jane’s heart isn’t in it. It’s no use, because they both know she’d do anything. It’s no use, because Nymphia’s not the kind of girl you say no to. Not even close. 

“Alright,” Jane sighs like she’d want it any other way. “Up.”

Nymphia brightens immediately, emitting a soft and bright squeal when Jane leans in and scoops her from the passenger's seat with relative ease. Her arms fly around Jane’s shoulders as she’s held to her chest, wholly and completely cared for. Nymphia tucks her face into Jane’s neck as she carries her up the driveway, smiling against her skin with blissful, sleepy satisfaction. 

“You’re so spoiled, you know that?” Jane says, and Nymphia can hear the shake to her head, can hear the smile she’s holding back. 

Nymphia wraps her arms a bit tighter around Jane’s neck, buries her face a bit deeper, imagines the closeness of their hearts as she hovers in Jane’s hold for a few more moments. “I know.”

[realrichinmyhead]

﹡ ' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ' 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( ૮₍´˶• . •🎀₎ა ) : ────────── dialogues taken from boygenius' ep , ‘ the rest ’ . dialogues range from happy , sad , angry and more . edit and change as you deem necessary . please like and / or reblog if using and consider following !

❛ you're a good guy. ❜

❛ you took it from me but i would've given it to you. ❜

❛ i know that i fucked up when i told you i'm afraid of heights. ❜

❛ how did it start? did i fall into a nuclear reactor? ❜

❛ you can see the stars. ❜

❛ you called me a coward. ❜

❛ sometimes you let me read your mind. ❜

❛ it hurts to hope the future will be better than before. ❜

❛ you thought i'd never leave and i let you believe you were right. ❜

❛ i don't wanna live forever, but i don't wanna die tonight. ❜

❛ i used to believe no one could love you like i do. ❜

❛ i know i was a disappointment; know you wanted me to take a risk. ❜

❛ i don't mean to make it all about me. ❜

❛ didn't know what to say so i just laughed. ❜

❛ it's out of your hands, but have a safe flight. ❜

❛ you called me a crybaby, but you're the one who got teary. ❜

❛ sometimes i need to hear your voice. ❜

[leechteethwrites]

something i wrote inspired by all the bright places. i love this movie :)

[poeticblogname]

chinese satellite by phoebe bridgers holds such a unique place in my heart and i didn’t really realize until tonight. i had listened to this song with my friend, while we stared at the night sky and talked after a few months of silence. the following month she passed away. here’s a little spiel about how they relate

“you know i hate to be alone” is the last line of the chorus and why we met up that night in the first place. i didn’t want to be alone at that time, her and i hadn’t talked in a bit, but i decided to reach out anyway, she came. little did we know it’s be the last time we ever saw one another.

“we took a tour to see the stars, but they weren’t out tonight” we met up at a local park, she pulled up i was listening to phoebe bridgers, laying on the concrete and staring up at the sky. she came to lay beside me. and we laid in silence for a few minutes.

“you were screaming at the evangelicals” we were from the bible belt, so we were both raised christians and we both stopped believing in a god in our middle school years, before we met in 8th grade. as you could imagine we were both pretty angry towards religion and the people who forced it on us, which happened to be evangelicals.

“i will never be your vegetable because i think when you die, it’s forever” i’m not 100% sure on her opinions on the afterlife, im not sure of mine either. but this line really wrecks me, she spent a few days in a coma, people in comas are often called vegetables, then she died in november. she’s gone now and maybe it will be forever.

“i’d stand on the corner embarrassed with a picket sign, if it meant i could see you when i died” now that she’s gone, i would give myself to any religion that could prove i would see her again one day. id stand on the street corner, id stand outside the white house, i’d scream and curse ever passerby if i knew it meant i would see my friend again.

“sometimes when i can’t sleep, it’s just a matter of time” ever since she died, my insomnia has gotten worse. i can barely ever fall asleep, i get anxious over going to bed when i’m alone. i don’t know where these feelings come from but they’ve worsened in the last 6 months.

“i swore i could feel you in the walls” this is a normal part of grief but i feel her sometimes and everything i see reminds me of her. i can feel spirits sometimes, i just hope they’re her.

“i want to believe that if i go outside i’ll see a tractor beam, coming to take me to where i’m from” i wish i could go back, to where we were before, to before she died. i wish aliens would take me to say goodbye.

[spritehouse]

"teenage dirtbags"!ralvez (aka them being young and fucking around) au where they're both just young and mad at the world and they have every right to be.

[frogs-likes-2-write]

Songs that can be used as angst inspo!

I’m your man-Mitski

Dealer-Lana Del Rey

Just-Radiohead

Sober to Death-Car Seat Headrest

Night Shift-Lucy Dacus

What did you do?-Jack Stauber

A Pearl-Mitski

Illicit Affairs-Taylor Swift

I bet on losing dogs-Mitski

Norman Fucking Rockwell-Lana Del Rey

Not Strong Enough-Boygenius

Line without a hook-Ricky Montgomery

No Suprises-Radiohead

Twin Sized Mattress-The Front Bottoms

No Children-The Mountain Goats

Disarm-Smashing Pumpkins

Right Where You Left Me-Taylor Swift

Say Yes-Elliot Smith

Please Please Please let me get what I want-the Smiths

[xjulienbakerx]

are your requests open?

EDIT July 3: closed for now! I have 7 of 'em to get through, ty 🫶🏽

ty for sending this because I've been meaning to make a post!

I am open for requests.

Obviously, I have a very, very strong bias for JB but I'm not opposed to getting prompts for the other boys. No promises tho.

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

my brain has settled into this calm time of the year and suddenly i'm experiencing things more vibrantly, but also reliving memories like they're happening all over again. feeling very close to the things that mattered a lot to me this year, like they're a weighted blanket keeping me warm and soothed

[gingerjolover]

i am having the WORST writer's block, do y'all wanna send me a number and I'll write a blurb with a munagenius member of your choice? 😏

Six Word Sentences

"Do what you have to do."

"Not what I came here for."

"What do you want from me?"

"Don't talk to me ever again."

"I will see you later, ok?"

"What a silly question to ask."

"I can't stop thinking of you."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Feel free to never come back."

"You are always on my mind."

"That was such a dumb idea."

"Do you have a better plan?"

"I don't feel like doing that."

"What more is there to lose?"

"Don't you see that I'm hurting?"

"I love you, but not enough."

"A little help would be great."

"You can't handle a little pressure."

"I know what I am doing."

"My life is empty without you."

"How am I supposed to know?"

"I don't want to hear it."

"This was a spectacularly bad plan."

"It's good to know you're safe."

"Don't come near me ever again!"

"What a silly thing to say."

"I couldn't care less about you."

"This is not what I expected."

"Where are my manners, my dear."

"I can't risk losing you again."

[ataliagold]

you told me once that i'm selfish (and i kissed you hard, in the dark)

For @astrangersummer week 4 prompt 'outside'. Title from Letter to an Old Poet by boygenius.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Rating: General

W/C: 1430

Tags: Established Steddie, minor angst, fluff, hand-holding, Steve just wants to go hiking but Eddie's not keen on the idea, until he is, despite a minor argument these boys are so soft for each other, slightly selfish Eddie but he apologizes, Eddie gets a cool stick

Summary: Steve is used to spending time doing what Eddie wants to do. On a hot summer afternoon, the tables are turned when Steve asks Eddie to go hiking with him and Eddie is...not so thrilled about it.

___

“A hike?”

“Yup.”

“You want to go…hiking?”

“Uh huh.”

“You want me to go hiking with you?”

“Yes, Eddie.”

“…I’m not sure that’s the best idea.”

“Why not?”

“Well, we could do…something else. Go to the arcade! Catch a movie, get drunk by your pool…I can come up with many alternatives to hiking, big boy.”

“I want to go, it’s one I used to do often years ago. It’ll be fun, just try it. It’s summer, we should get outdoors, enjoy the sun.”

“I’m not really an outdoors kinda guy, Steve. I thought you knew that by now.”

Steve’s shoulders had slumped a little at that. He’d watched as Eddie screwed up his nose at Steve’s suggestion, as he shook his head vehemently, as he rolled his eyes a little at Steve’s insistence that it would be a nice way to spend their Sunday.

Eddie didn’t want to go. That was ok; Steve wouldn’t make him. It had been stupid to even ask him in the first place, he supposed – Eddie was right, it really wasn’t his sort of thing.

Except…Steve had spent long evenings watching Eddie and the kids playing their campaigns, had listened as best he could as Eddie rattled off ideas and suggestions to him for the next D&D session, had sat through the frankly terrible horror movies that Eddie was rapt with, always let him play his music in the car, shrugged it off good-naturedly when Eddie complained about his taste in music…

Steve been hoping maybe Eddie would try something that he enjoyed, just for a day.

He knew Eddie hated sport and practically any form of intentional exercise; hell, his boyfriend reminded him of that frequently, grumbling when Steve and Wayne were glued to a game on TV or when Steve was busy shooting hoops with Lucas. Usually, Steve didn’t care – he knew they had different interests, loved Eddie enough that it didn’t matter.

But sometimes, Eddie’s jibes about him being a jock or a philistine or uncultured just…stung a little, especially considering Steve never bit back with his own insults, had left those days long behind him.

“Yeah, ok,” Steve mumbled eventually. “I’ll just…I’ll ask Lucas or something.”

Eddie shook his head. “He’s at Mike’s this weekend.”

“Oh. Well…never mind, then.”

Eddie sat up, grabbing for Steve’s hand. Steve let him take it, but with little enthusiasm.

“We can do something else, though,” Eddie said brightly. “Wanna rent a couple of movies, get high? I’ve still got some of Argyle’s stuff left, we could…Steve?”

Steve’s hand had gone weak in Eddie’s, his gaze drifting downwards. “Hmm?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Eddie shuffled closer, tilted his head to try and catch Steve’s eye. “Steeeeevie,” he hummed.

“What?” Steve said, snapping a little.

Eddie recoiled slightly. “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

Steve snatched his hand back, pushing off Eddie’s couch to stand up. “Nothing, it’s fine. I’m gonna go for this hike, I’ll see you later.”

Eddie frowned, hopping up to block Steve’s path. “On your own?” he questioned.

“Well, you clearly don’t want to go, so…”

Eddie’s face softened. “Steve -”

“No, it’s fine. You hate the outdoors, you hate exercise, you hate…” Steve trailed off.

Eddie reached out, traced a hand across Steve’s cheek. “What, sweetheart?”

Steve sucked in a breath. “You hate everything I like,” he mumbled, not meeting Eddie’s eye.

Eddie’s eyes widened, realization crossing his face. “Stevie…I…I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you wanted to go so badly. Let me just…I’ll get changed, and we’ll go, ok?”

“No, you don’t want to.”

“I do.”

Steve scoffed. “You don’t.”

Eddie nodded slightly, chewed his bottom lip for a moment. “I didn’t want to,” he admitted eventually. “But…you do things you don’t want to do for me all the time, and I know I’m not…as good at doing that as you are. So, the afternoon is yours. You want to hike? We’ll hike. I can’t promise I won’t pass out halfway, but I’ll be there.”

Steve gave him a long look. “You’re sure? And you won’t complain?”

“Well…maybe a little.”

Steve rolled his eyes, waving a hand in frustration.

“Ok!” Eddie back-peddled. “Ok, I won’t. Just…I have one request.”

“What?”

“I want to carry a cool stick.”

*****

Eddie got his stick.

Steve led them on the wooded path that branched off from Lover’s Lake, that looped its way slowly up a hill to a lookout spot over the forest. Eddie traipsed along behind him, swatting at invisible orcs with his stick, occasionally skipping off to one side to pick up and present Steve with various stones and small rocks he found along the way, the ones he deemed pretty enough to gift to him.

Halfway up, despite sweating and breathing a little harder than he should be, (smoker’s lungs, he’d given Steve as an excuse) Eddie seemed to putting in a lot of effort for Steve.

“This is…kinda cool,” he admitted.

“Really?” Steve raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend.

Eddie nodded, whacked at a bush with his stick and grinned. “Yeah. At least it’s shady here too, it’s not so fucking hot.”

Steve smiled. “Told ya. Wait till we get to the top, too. I think you’ll like the view.”

“About that…how much steeper does it get?”

A short time later, and only one little moan from Eddie about the hill, and they broke through the trees and onto a rocky outcrop with a little bench seat. The trees sprawled out below them, shades of brown and burnt orange, Hawkins nestled off to one side.

“Wow,” Eddie breathed, bent over next to Steve with his hands on his knees as he got his breath back.

Steve, not puffed in the least, nodded in agreement. “It’s nice, huh?”

“It’s like…Lothlorien.”

“…sure,” Steve offered, having no idea what his boyfriend was talking about.

Eddie slumped down on the bench seat, fingers tracing over the initials carved everywhere into the old wood.

“You on here, Stevie?” he asked.

Steve nodded, dropping to his knees and searching the edge of the seat for a moment. There, etched permanently into the wood, were the weathered initials S.H.

“Here,” he said.

Eddie smiled, touched his fingers to the marks. Quietly, he scratched his own into the wood with a sharp stick, right next to Steve’s initials.

“Looks good,” Steve observed.

Eddie looked up at him, took his hand. “Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For…not taking enough interest in the things you like.”

Steve sighed, sat down beside him. “You don’t have to, Eds. I know you don’t like a lot of the things I do, it’s -”

“Don’t say it’s ok,” Eddie interrupted, holding his hand tighter. “I mean, maybe I don’t like sport and stuff. But you don’t like D&D, and I know you hate horror movies, but you don’t complain about it, and you always come along even if you don’t enjoy something.”

“I…I like spending time with you,” Steve said quietly.

“I know, and I love you for it.” Eddie’s free hand gripped the edge of the seat. “And…and I like spending time with you too, and I want to be able to do some things that you enjoy too, it’s only fair.”

“Well…did you enjoy this?” Steve asked, almost shyly.

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, actually. Nearly had a heart attack near the top there, but aside from that…” he grinned as he pulled a small laugh from Steve. “I’d like to go again. Wherever you want to go, I’ll be there.”

“I’d like that, Eds.”

“Good.” Eddie dug around in his pocket for a moment, producing a smooth black stone and plopping it into Steve’s hand. “For you,” he said, smiling when Steve turned it over in his fingers.

“It’s cool, Eds. Thanks.”

Eddie’s smile was wider than the sun.

He leant in, kissed Steve long and slow under the fading July sun.

By the time they reached the car again, Steve’s pockets were laden with little stones that had caught Eddie’s eye along the path. Despite them weighing down his shorts, he couldn’t bear to toss any of them away – he’d find somewhere to put them in their room.

As Steve started the beamer, he was surprised to see Eddie eject the Metallica tape in the player and replace it with Steve’s well-loved Tears for Fears one.

He threw a surprised look at Eddie, who shrugged in return.

“It’s well overdue for your turn, sweetheart,” he murmured softly.

As the familiar notes of Head Over Heels spilled over them, Steve reached for Eddie’s hand.

He didn’t let go the whole way home.

___

[kyoukamybeloved]

”In other words, the suicidal maniac wants to live. Is that it?”

“I’ve come to think it’s worth trying.”

"You used Corruption, believing in me? How beautiful."

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hey remember when I said last part would be the final one? yeah uh about that, turns out I still have some inspiration yippee. hope you liked it :)

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[leechteethwrites]

hi tumblr! a poem for march :)

[vashmerylweek24]

Vashmeryl Week '24 Prompts are LIVE!

This event is running Nov. 3rd - 9th and is open to any and all Vashmeryl fics or art!

For each day, prompts consist of a word, an AU, and two songs. Please tag @vashmerylweek24 in anything uploaded to tumblr, and the AO3 collection will be announced closer to the event! The Spotify playlist for the prompts can be found here. Please tag any NSFW works appropriately.

This lovely, silly prompt graphic was made by the fantastic @hashtagcaneven.

Plain text for the prompts under the cut!

Day 1, Nov. 3rd - Earrings | Band AU | "Rose Colored Boy" - Paramore | "Angeleyes" - ABBA

Day 2, Nov. 4th - Camping | Cryptid AU | "Iris" - The Goo Goo Dolls | "Chasing Twisters" - Delta Rae

Day 3, Nov. 5th - Scars | Solar Punk AU | "People Are So Fickle" - Kevin Devine | "Prosthetic Love" - Typhoon

Day 4, Nov. 6th - Bar/Saloon | Pirate AU | "Run Run Run" - Celeste Buckingham | "Shatter" - Maggie Rogers

Day 5, Nov. 7th - Feathers/Flowers | Fantasy AU | "Starcrossed Lovers" - The Fratellis | "Wanderer" - Angelo de Augustine

Day 6, Nov. 8th - Memories/Mind Meld | Space Opera AU | "Not Strong Enough" - boygenius | "Sacrilege" - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Day 7, Nov. 9th - Coming Home | Modern AU | "Wait for Me" - Rise Against | "I, Carrion (Icarian)" - Hozier