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They’re getting there

secret admirer part twenty-six

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Steve studies Eddie’s sketches with a frown. They’re thumbnails of people in different positions, and Steve can’t help but compare them to his own. Perhaps he simply has to come to terms with the fact that he’ll never be a good artist. He thought he was improving, given all the time and effort he’s putting into the portraits, especially Eddie’s, but no. He still sucks.

The point of the assignment wasn’t to make the drawings good - only to provide a quick recap on anatomy. Still, though, Eddie’s are good. And Steve’s… Well, at least Steve isn’t going to get a poor grade (because that’s frowned upon when the student tries their best).

The figures on his paper are unproportionate and vaguely unsettling, like his art tends to be.

“They can’t be that bad, Steve,” Eddie says, naively.

Steve had unthinkingly shielded his paper from the other teen - a habit he’d picked up from the project, and when Steve had asked, Eddie had handed his own over passively because he’s a fucking art prodigy, apparently.

Steve slumps in his seat and places his paper in front of Eddie. He hadn’t even pushed to see it. Not once. Now, he picks it up and studies the sketches for a solid minute, brows furrowed in concentration. 

Steve’s frown deepens considerably. He’s beginning to regret handing it over for judgment. Eventually, though, Eddie sets the paper on the table and looks up to make sure he has Steve’s attention before he issues his verdict. As if Steve’s attention is ever directed elsewhere.

Once assured Steve’s eyes are on him, Eddie picks up his pencil and hovers over the paper with the eraser aimed at it. “May I?” he questions. 

Steve huffs. "Sure. ‘S not like they can get any worse," he mutters, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. Eddie erases things here and there. Steve thinks he's about to begin fixing the drawings, but he simply straightens and slides the paper over to Steve. He leans in close and points to one of the places he had erased. "Okay, so...” 

He continues to suggest ways Steve could make them look more like the references. 

At the end of class, Steve actually feels better footed - ready to finish up his portraits. He's almost done with his own, actually, and he only needs a few more things until he'll be satisfied with Eddie's. 

The bell rings and Steve turns to make plans with Eddie only to find the teen already looking at him expectantly. "Uh, my place?" Steve suggests. It's only fair after Eddie had hosted on Monday. 

Eddie nods in acknowledgement. "Sounds good, Stevie."

Steve clears his throat, trying not to let it show that he’s aware his face has begun to flame with the arrival of the nickname. 

Stevie. 

It's not like it's unprecedented, people have called him Stevie here and there for as long as he can remember.

It feels different coming from Eddie, though. Makes him feel special.

"You wanna follow my car, then?" Steve asks, standing from his seat finally. 

Eddie levels him with a look that's hard to interpret. "Bold of you to assume the entire school doesn't know where your castle is, Mr. Keg King." 

Right, he'd forgotten about the parties. 

Steve scratches his check. "Huh, right. Meet you there?”

Eddie agrees and Steve finally takes his leave. 

Hours later, when dismissal has rolled around, Steve is trying to remember what state he'd left the house in that morning.

He doesn’t go to his locker even though Eddie’s library book - which he’d picked up yesterday - is in his locker and he’d wanted to grab it for tonight. He's trying to avoid Tommy. He knows his friend will just act like nothing ever happened. And to him, nothing did. He's probably forgotten already, honestly. 

Steve doesn't forget - he never does.

He goes straight to his bimmer and unlocks and opens the door, but as he’s about to descend into his seat, a hand claps him on the back and he straightens again. 

So, Tommy's found him anyway. Great.

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When you said meet ugly you meant it

Meet the parents

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 13

Prompt: Family Dinner

Rated: T

Tags: Modern AU; No UD AU; Meet ugly; Fake dating; Fake identity; Past Stommy

Eddie straightens his tie for the twentieth time, running a hand through his hair to check his bun. The restaurant across the street looks even fancier than in the pictures on his phone. He feels stupidly out of place just standing in front of it.

He's just lucky nobody he knows can see him now.

He imagined making it big in the city, performing in sold-out clubs, not squeezing into a suit and playing jazz music for rich farts.

But apparently the place needs a guitarist, because the rich farts enjoy live music with their overpriced dinner. And Eddie enjoys being able to pay his rent, so here they are. He squares his shoulders, adjusting his guitar case on his shoulder and fixing his tie. Again. The manager said to be here on time.

“Hey! You! Yes, you, guitar guy.”

Eddie pauses mid-step. A young man has emerged from the restaurant and is now weaving through the throng of passers-by. Eddie’s sure he's never seen him before - not just because he just called him guitar guy, but also because he's pretty much exactly his type - sun-kissed skin and caramel hair and a boyish smile that makes his eyes hazel sparkle. Eddie wouldn’t just forget a face like that. And yet, the guy keeps jogging towards him, waving and smiling. He comes to a standstill just in front of Eddie, pausing to catch his breath. He's evidently never heard of private space, because he's close enough for Eddie to count the freckles on the bridge of his nose.

“Wanna earn two-hundred bugs?”

Eddie blinks.

“Erm, I guess,” his mile-a-minute mouth replies while his brain is still trying to parse through the situation. “What-”

That smile goes impossibly brighter.

“Brilliant,” says the guy. Then he kisses him.

It's over as quick as it started, and before Eddie has a chance to recover, the guy has linked their hands and is pulling him towards the restaurant.

“Name's Steve, by the way. Yours?”

“I- um, Eddie,” says Eddie. His lips are still tingling.

Steve smiles tensely.

“Alright, I-um-Eddie. For the next one-and-a-half hours, you smile and nod, and leave the talking to me, okay? Oh, and your name's Tommy.”

“Wha-?” Eddie squawks, but Steve has already pulled him through the doors and to a table overlooking the busy street.

“Found him! Mom, Dad, this is-”

“Tommy,” says the man sitting at the table. He holds out a hand, which Eddie is too dumbfounded to not shake. “So glad you’ve made it. We’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

“Yeah, um-” Eddie says, shaking the woman’s hand as well. She wrinkles her nose like his fingers are something gross, and he wonders frantically if he did anything wrong. Was he supposed to kiss her knuckles? Do rich people still do that? He doesn’t know, so he quickly withdraws his hand and pretends to be very busy settling into his chair. “Nice meeting you, Mr. …”

He casts a helpless look at Steve, because he never mentioned his last name, and he can’t very well call the guy Mr. Steve’s Dad, now can he?

“Oh, please,” says the older man, “Call me Richard. And tell me about yourself, Steve has been awfully secretive. I hear you study business economics?”

“Um,” Eddie looks back at Steve, who nods imperceptibly. “Yeah, totally, it’s great. I love business, man. And economics. Can't get enough- ow!”

Steve smiles sweetly, like he didn't just kick him under the table like some sort of demented mule with anger management issues.

“And you're a musician as well?” the woman chimes in, eyeing his guitar case curiously. Eddie's assuming she's Steve's mom, but what does he know? All he’s certain of is that his shin is still hurting and he doesn’t wanna get kicked again.

“He’s been taking guitar lessons,” Steve says with barely a hitch. “To have- … how did you put it, honey? A creative outlet when you want to unwind from work, right?”

“Right,” Eddie parrots. “An outlet. Undwinding’s very important.”

“Isn’t that lovely?” the woman gushes. “You’ll need to play for us under the tree this Christmas.”

Now, it’s Steve’s turn to look petrified. “I dunno, Mom. Tommy probably has other-”

Richard makes an impatient noise and flips open the menu.

“Come on now, don't be like that. Guess you’re joining us for Christmas, Tommy. Hope you like skiing?”

*

“Okayyy,” Eddie drawls. They’re standing in the parking lot, hand in hand, waving after Steve’s parents in their abhorrently expensive limousine. “Now spill. Who’s Tommy?”

“My boyfriend.” The moment the car rounds the corner, Steve withdraws his hand. There’s an unhappy scowl on his face. “Well, my ex, I guess. Who broke up with me via text message five minutes before he was supposed to meet us.”

Eddie whistles lowly. “Whoops, sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Steve says, pulling his phone from his pocket. “He's an ass. So, you wanna give me your number? I’ll transfer you the money and text you about Christmas.”

“Yeah sure, gimme a-” Eddie, already fumbling for his own phone, freezes and almost drops his guitar. “Hold on, what are you talking about?”

Steve gives him a look. “You heard my parents. They want you to spend Christmas with us.”

Eddie gawks at him. “So? I’m obviously not doing that. Just tell them Tommy and you broke it off, what’s the-”

“I can’t do that,” Steve blurts. “They’ll cut me off, and I need that money.”

Eddie almost makes a snide remark, but there’s this panicked look in Steve’s eyes again, and something tells him that this is about more than just a spoiled rich kid fearing for his inheritance. He sighs.

“I want a thousand bucks,” he says. “I’ll need to cancel Christmas with my uncle, so I think that’s a fair compensation. Plus, I’m not going on any skiers.”

More holiday drabbles

They shake on it, and just like that, Eddie finds himself with both a new job and new plans for the holidays.

[wishfulsketching]

I have finally finished season 2 of Arcane and can now enjoy your art without fear!!! They should be happy together 🥺

I take it "they" means zaundads because that is what I've been drawing the most BUT, lets be honest, applies to like 98% of the characters in the show.

They should've been a big happy familyyyy

[wardensantoineandevka]

is that piece of media actually bad, or is it just not following the blueprint you projected onto it? is that work actually not good, or are you just demanding something from it that is absolutely antithetical to its themes, genre, tone, and narrative goal? is that story actually poorly written, or do you just dislike that it is not the specific things you wanted from it that it never set out to be, never was, and never is going to become? is it actually bad, or is it actually well-executed and you just dislike the story it chose to be because it isn't catering to your specific desires and expectations?

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Another kid?!

wish on a shooting star

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'stargazing'

all of my holiday drabbles will be from the bear hugs universe. many of them could probably be read standalone, but will make the most sense and be enjoyed best if you read that first!

rated g | 506 words | no cw | tags: fluff, established relationship, stargazing

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“And that means that’s Venus!” Rory yells as she looks through the telescope she got for Christmas.

Eddie is turning the map of the constellations in his hands while holding a flashlight between his teeth, looking up at the sky every few seconds as if he’s going to suddenly understand where they are in comparison to what the map says. Rory doesn’t notice any of this, but Steve does.

He’s been watching fondly for the last ten minutes.

He’s bundled up in his best winter coat and sipping on hot tea while they figure out what they’re looking at. Maybe it’s strange to watch them instead of the stars in the sky, but looking out at the galaxy doesn’t make much sense when his whole world is right in front of him.

Rory’s getting older, and she’s switched to private tutoring so she can have more on-ice and off-ice training as part of the AA program she joined this season. She’s at the rink every day except Tuesdays, which is family day. As soon as Steve gets home from work, they all spend time together doing whatever they want.

It might seem like too much for some people, but it works for them.

“Okay. Yeah, that has to be Venus. Or wait. Maybe-“ Eddie rambles as he flips open a book Steve didn’t even see him bring outside. “Yep. Definitely Venus.”

Eddie’s going with her to a tournament in New York tomorrow, so they rushed to get this together so she could use it tonight. Steve is staying behind for this one, already having volunteered to help a new teacher move into her classroom before break was over. He could have explained it to her, but Rory insisted he stay.

”It’s barely even a real tournament, dad.”

But even with how busy they are, and how fulfilled he feels, Steve wonders if maybe they’re still missing something.

“There’s a shooting star!” Rory exclaims.

Steve looks up and smiles when he sees it flying across the sky.

He closes his eyes and makes a wish he never thought he’d make in a million years.

Eddie’s arm is around him a moment later, his lips warm against his temple.

“Making wishes over here?” He whispers.

“Mhm,” Steve hums. “You?”

“I didn’t see the star so mine won’t come true. I’ve already got you two, anyway.”

Steve smiles to himself as he looks back up at the sky.

“You think we could have another one?” He asks.

Eddie is silent for a while and Steve lets him sit with the question. He knows Eddie knows what he meant.

“Was that your wish?” Eddie finally asks.

“Kind of. I wished for us to find everything we wanted together.”

Eddie’s lips turn up into a grin. “And you want another kid?”

“Maybe I do. I think we could talk about it. Unless you don’t.”

Eddie pulls him tighter against him and watches Rory make an adjustment on the telescope as she jots something down in her notebook.

“Let’s talk about it.”

[wishfulsketching]

Season 1 Silco, my beloved

[artsymeeshee]

Random idea I got this morning thinking about how small little things (mostly about missing important moments of the past) make the boys emotional and sorrowful.

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So cute!

Still got Wicked on the brain. And lots of TheaterKid! fics have been popping up on my dash. Therefore, I give you this.

SLIGHT SPOILER for what's to come in Wicked Part II but I'm 99.9% sure the majority of you reading this knows the full story of Wicked, so it's fine LOL -

This was also written at like 1am, sorry for any mistakes!

***

Hawkins High is putting on a production of Wicked. The Drama Club is buzzing with excitement since the movie finally came out and everyone was talking about it. You have a lot of friends in the drama club, both performers and behind the scenes. You've always had a secret dream of landing a lead roll one day, but always too shy or scared to audition ; but this time was different. "Come on, you would make a perfect Elphaba!" "You have been putting this off for so long, you can do this!" "This is our last year, we're Seniors! Just try it out!"

You confide in your friends in Hellfire Club, brining it up mid conversation one day and they all encourage you to try it, you deserve it. Eddie tells you he has to volunteer for some extra credit in English and that he would be there every step of the way for you.

And that's when you decide, fuck it, you're going to audition. This could finally be your chance, and you have so much support your confidence was through the roof.

Mr. Roanan, the Drama Teacher, is shocked to see you're trying out for the show itself instead of staying behind the curtain. But you assure him even if you don't get the part you would still do your well known duties that you have helped with since Freshman Year. You addition, along with fellow classmates. Eddie, the rest of Hellfire and a few other select friends who could make it ensure you that you nailed it and will definitely get the part.

When the list is posted on the bulletin board a few days later, you see that you got the understudy of Elphaba, with Raquel Ripley landing the lead ; to which you weren't surprised at all, Raquel always got the leads in the school plays. You congratulate each other and she says she wouldn't want anyone else being her understudy, which you appreciate her compliment.

- - -

A few weeks fly by. Practices here and there, Eddie was a huge help with volunteering and you were happy to have a close friend with you at all times.

It was dress rehearsal day, and your first show would be tomorrow night. Just as you were going over cues and labeling the lighting desk, Mr. Ronan comes right up to you,

"You're on. Raquel has the flu." You're shocked, flabbergasted, was this real life? You run down to the dressing room and get changed as quickly as possible, green makeup and all. Eddie is shocked to see you when you make your way side stage. When the day is finished and Mr. Ronan is satisfied with everything, Eddie wastes no time picking you up and spinning you around. "Everyone is going to be so proud of you! Let's call everyone now!" And he was right, everyone was thrilled, saying they couldn't wait to see you perform your dream roll.

- - -

The day has finally come. But once you and Eddie arrive to school, Mr. Ronan is pacing the stage back and forth. Other classmates whispering sounding worried.

"What's going on?" You ask. "Damien caught the flu, he can't go on as Fiyero." "Yeah, and his understudy has the flu too. So we're double screwed."

"I just can't believe this! After all our hard work, I'm so sorry everyone. We can work this out. We can have one of the extras play the part, would anyone like to volunteer?" Most of the extras were freshman and sophomore's, too scared for their own good and not building up the confidence to step up in such an important roll.

Just then, the voice next to you speaks up, "I can do it." Eddie.

"Are you sure Mr. Munson? Will you, could you?" Mr. Ronan is appalled but intrigued. "Yes, I'm sure. I've been with you since day one. I know all the words, the queues, everything. I think....I know I can do this." Mr. Ronan nods his head, a smile on his face. "Well congratulations, you have your roll in a musical. Alright people, let's get to work!

A few more hours pass and it's finally showtime. Your family, friends and colleagues are waiting in the audience. You're making your way back to side-stage when you spot Eddie, dressed in a Shiz University uniform and staring out into the audience. You come up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder so he wouldn't be startled. He turns, smiling nervously when he realizes it's you.

"You okay?" "Yeah, just a bit of stage fright. I know we went through some stuff earlier but, it's still nerve racking." "I know, it's scary. Trust me I'm scared too, but we can do this. And this is a huge leap of faith you're taking for the Drama Club. Thank you, by the way." "Seeing how hard you guys work, I just couldn't not do anything, ya know?" "Well, just know it's greatly appreciated. Especially by me." And even with the stage lights beaming, you can see him blushing.

"ALIGHT EVERYONE THIS IS IT. PLACES!!!!!"

"You ready?" "Let's do this."

- - -

Everything went wonderful. Your friends were baffled to see Eddie take on a leading role so quickly but everyone assured him he did an incredible job and could have a career in Broadway if he wanted to, but he said he would stick to playing music himself. Of course everyone gave you their praises, "You stole the show!" "I can't believe your dream came true!" "You were amazing!" "HOLY SHIT THAT HIGH NOTE THOUGH!" After spending some time outside the auditorium, it was finally time to get out of your costume and the green makeup.

Getting back into your comfy clothes from earlier, you wanted to stand on stage one last time before heading out with everyone. But you realized you weren't alone, Eddie was standing on the stage just a few feet away from the ghost light that would soon illuminate the room.

"What are you still doing here?" "Waiting for you," he looks over "but also just wanted to take it in." "Hm, I came out here for the same reason." He held out his arms and you both hug, "You really were phenomenal." "As were you." "What was your favorite part Scarecrow?"

He muffles a laugh, holding you tighter. "As Long As Your Mine was pretty great." You roll your eyes, shaking your head looking up at him, "come on, let's go everyone is waiting." You begin to pull away when he grabs your hand, walking towards you in stride and bringing his hand to your cheek. And just as your lips are about to meet for the second time tonight, the doors open.

"THERE YOU GUYS ARE. COME ON WE'RE STARVING." Dustin yells.

This time it's Eddie rolling his eyes and looking back at you. "You know, the kiss during the show was okay but we....could use some...more practice?"

You smile nodding your head. "Oh for sure, should we meet up at your place after dinner?" "Sounds like a plan." "You're so lame, you know that?" "But like, cool lame right?" "Mhm, always." You kiss him quick, before running down the stairs and up the aisle to leave.

^^^

[artsymeeshee]

[wolfchans]

I'm gonna let you know I'm just gonna go And hold you so I'm never letting go ♪

[blanc-ci]

Spock doesn’t quite understand why Kirk feels the need to “get so close they’re practically inside eachother’s skin” when they can just meld, but Kirk assures him it’s an entirely normal and common human intimacy ritual

[salsayz]

nikaido 💕 can never get enough of her

[6okuto]

taps my mic. osamu who's just opened onigiri miya, who's so, so proud of himself but scared shitless all the same when teammates and family call to check in on him, whose smile wobbles not from anxiety but excitement when a customer shyly walks in.

and you, who he quickly learns the name of because you visit on the first day, and keep coming the days after—the first regular he hopes, and you promise, of plenty more.

he asks you for your opinions on the menu so far, the stools he's still not sure about, the volume of the television playing above, if the takeout box, filled with experimental flavours, he gave you for free a couple days ago had any winners. you answer happily, and even if it's a shrug or hand gesture meaning "so-so," osamu appreciates it all, deadset on turning your so-so's to something unquestionably good.

you're his secret to keep for a while, a good luck charm (for the whole staff, he specifies when you tease him about it) when you walk in. so when atsumu and his team visit for the first time since the grand opening, and one of the employees happily exclaims your name as the doorbell chimes, he shoots his twin a look. "wow, big shot, y'got regulars already?"

but atsumu's teasing lasts only a moment before his expression morphs into one of confusion, and then another—one a twin sends his twin when he realizes he's been kept in the dark about something, someone, that brings a sickeningly happy smile to the other's face. osamu isn't even looking at him when he answers—"yeah, one."

[tomatoart]

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