#steve is the groupie but also the band mom

[steddieas-shegoes]

Hello hello - please feel free to ignore if it's not your jam but I'm in love with future fic rockstar eddie/ non famous steve being sickeningly in love - especially outsiders getting jealous when eddie only has eyes for steve!

I got two rock star Eddie requests in a row so I had to break them up a little. I love the idea of Steve like surviving some of the worst shit to happen and then absolutely not able to deal with the crowd at a concert. He is clearly traumatized by what happened, and has to face his fears a bit, and it doesn't go so well. This could have been kind of a time skip thing, but I decided to make Steve suffer more because I'm suffering and that's just how the world turns. Thank you for this one! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve’s favorite part of going on tour with Eddie was being able to watch soundcheck.

Eddie always put on a great show, and Steve watched from the side of the stage as often as he could, but he went to soundcheck because it felt more intimate.

He could stare openly, not hide the fact that he was one hip thrust away from drooling all over the floor.

The guys in the band just rolled their eyes, used to it for the last several years since Steve started coming with them.

They were all perpetually single, hooking up in some cities, but mostly just enjoying the ride as a group.

Steve could admit though, he was hesitant to go to actual shows, and that was the main reason he never missed soundcheck.

About a year ago, Steve was front row at a show, trying his best to just blend in. It was easier that way. But sometimes blending in wasn’t good enough, not for the hardcore groupies.

They recognized him, and while they didn’t know he was Eddie’s boyfriend, they knew he was special to the band in some way. They quickly got too close, much too close for Steve’s comfort, even for general admission at a metal concert. They crowded him.

He really thought they were just being overly friendly, trying to get backstage, tried to just suck it up and deal with it for the remainder of the show.

But then Eddie did his song. The song he wrote for Steve. He always sang to Steve, in the subtlest way he possibly could, which wasn’t very subtle at all.

He looked towards Steve the entire time. He would smile at him, sometimes even find his way to the side of the stage and blow him a kiss. With a crowd around, it would be nearly impossible for anyone to know who he was blowing a kiss to.

But for this particular show, the groupies surrounding him were almost completely blocking his view. If Eddie wasn’t elevated on stage, he wouldn’t have even been able to see the top of his head.

He knew Eddie must have seen him in the group, must have noticed his predicament.

The music stopped. Dead silence in a metal concert was never a good sign.

“Everyone take a step away from the person you’re closest to. Everyone’s pushing too much.”

Some people listened, but not the groupies surrounding Steve.

“If everyone in the front doesn’t take a couple steps back, I leave. Security will clear this place out, and we never come back. Got it?”

Steve felt the groupies to his left start inching away, and hoped the rest would follow.

Eddie was now standing right in front of Steve. He looked concerned, and Steve knew he probably looked a bit panicked.

“Stevie, give me a thumbs up if you’re good.”

Steve wanted to, he wanted the show to go on, and make this just a distant memory of one of his least favorite Corroded Coffin shows.

But the group around him didn’t seem to like the attention on Steve. Not when they wanted attention on them.

Plus, his arms were pretty much glued to his sides from how close everyone was to him, so even if he was feeling okay with the situation, he had no way to put his thumb up.

“Alright, sorry everyone. Some of you can’t listen, now all of you suffer, just like school. I need security to the front, my left now.”

The crowd was pissed, but once Steve was pulled from the crowd by security and set up on the stage, Eddie pulling him backstage, the rest of the guys following, almost as concerned.

Eddie never stopped a show, never canceled one, never postponed one, never gave less than 150% on stage every night. If he was doing this, it was for a good reason.

Once everything was explained, Eddie had security find out who it was near Steve, and make sure they got banned from all of his shows.

But they were long gone, and Steve obviously didn’t know their names, barely could have picked them out of a lineup.

He decided to stop watching shows from anywhere but backstage, and then it became only watching soundcheck.

But he and Eddie kind of loved that, loved having their moments without having to hide.

The guys would roll their eyes and complain, but they didn’t mean it. They were just happy to have some decent food waiting in leftover containers for them when they got back to the buses or hotels because Steve cooked while they performed.

Eddie would run through a few of the songs, always including Steve’s song even though he didn’t have to.

The venue for tonight was smaller than most of the rest of this tour, intended to be that way so they could go back to their “roots” and have a more intimate setting with fans.

Eddie asked if Steve would want to watch this one, maybe hang out by security at the front of the stage.

Initially, he said no. But Eddie seemed disappointed, even though he insisted he understood and he didn’t want Steve to be uncomfortable, and Steve didn’t want him to be disappointed.

So the day of the show, while watching soundcheck from a chair on stage, he yelled, “Got a ticket for me, big boy?”

He could do this for Eddie. It wouldn’t even be that many people in the crowd, and the chances of the same thing happening again were slim to none.

He’d been through worse.

The way Eddie’s face lit up at his words, his excited bouncing causing his guitar to sway around him.

‘I always got a ticket for you, sweetheart.”

One hour before the show, the guys usually ignored visitors, choosing to use their time to get hydrated and snack, sometimes smoke a bit if they weren’t focused right.

Steve was rarely part of this, even he knew this was a band thing he shouldn’t force himself into.

But tonight, Eddie used the hour before the show to make sure he was taken to a good spot by the stage with security, had a water bottle and granola bar so he wouldn’t have to leave.

Since there was no one but security there, Eddie planted a quick kiss to his forehead before walking away.

“Enjoy the show, Stevie!”

“Always do, Eds!”

The crowd started trickling in only a few minutes later, excitedly getting up to the barricade, talking amongst themselves about the set list. A few people were next to him, but there was enough space that he didn’t feel worried.

He relaxed a bit, taking a few sips of water and smiling at the security guard.

As more people came in, they crowded behind him and next to him. He was somewhat pushed further to the side, but he didn’t mind. He wanted fans to get a great experience, and if that meant he only saw some of the stage, he could live with that.

The lights went down, and he felt a few people crowd in closer to him.

It was fine.

Until the guys took the stage, Eddie immediately bouncing over to his microphone stand and starting on the first song.

The crowd moved in more.

It couldn’t be possible that he was being shoved between people, but he was.

The room was closing in, literally, around him, and he had no idea what to do. The security guard was watching the front row closest to the band, not paying attention to the way Steve had been drawn into the crowd.

He took a deep breath.

Then someone yelled in his ear.

“Hey! You’re Steve right? Like, with the band?”

He managed to nod, but he didn’t want to have a conversation. This was a concert, a loud one. It wasn’t really the time to talk.

But the guy didn’t stop.

“Are you like an assistant? Or a tech guy?”

Steve shook his head.

He couldn’t breathe.

“Well, you go to all the shows right? What do you do?”

He wasn’t going to stop. Steve had to leave.

But there were now a few people in front of him, and he was completely surrounded by people having the time of their lives.

He just needed the security guard to look his way, he could signal him, and he’d be out.

“They stopped that show for you before. People kind of hated you for a while.”

Okay, Steve was done. He knew people kind of hated him for a while, he hated himself for a while. Hated that his reaction caused a whole 2500 people to miss out on half of a show they paid for.

But he reminded himself, the same way Eddie had for weeks, that it was Eddie’s call to end the show.

Any fans that wanted to blame Steve, could take their blind idolization somewhere else.

“I was there. Actually, right next to you. I doubt you remember me.”

He got that right, he didn’t remember him.

“I told everyone you and Eddie must have something going on if he’s willing to stop a show for you. No one believed me.”

Steve remained silent, his breath coming in short pants. He could see Eddie singing to a group on the opposite end of the stage.

“But that’s what it is, right? You two are together and he’s so whipped he ended a show because you can’t handle a crowd?”

Steve had to go.

The guy was touching him in most places, half of it out of necessity, but some of it not. His hand was wrapped around Steve’s wrist, much too tight for it to be accidental or just to get him to move.

“Let go,” Steve managed to say, loud enough to be heard, but his voice was shaking.

The guy did let go, but he didn’t give him any space.

“My friend fucked him once you know.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

Eddie had slept with two people before he met Steve, and he didn’t even remember their names. One was a guy at the bar in Indy he frequented, celebrating his 18th birthday in a way he regretted the next morning. The other was a girl, admittedly a test of his sexuality and she probably knew it from the way he fumbled around the entire time.

So whichever one of those people was this guy’s friend, clearly they were telling whatever story got them attention from other fans.

“Good for them,” he said, trying to focus on Eddie.

If he focused on Eddie, he’d be okay.

“Eddie promised to call him and never did. Kind of sucks to be left like that.”

Steve knew that too. That in Eddie’s somewhat drunken stupor, he’d gotten his number and said he would call him, but lost the paper at some point and never went back to the bar.

“Happens to the best of us.”

“Yeah, but not to you apparently.”

Steve started pushing forward, desperate to leave.

Eddie was talking to the crowd now, introducing the guys like he always did after the first two songs.

“You’re not even into this music. Why does he like you?”

Well, that’s certainly a question Steve asked himself often. Couldn’t help it, really.

Eddie, especially now, could have anyone he wanted. Any famous person would probably drop whoever they were currently with to have even a moment of Eddie’s attention.

Steve loved Corroded Coffin’s music, he loved the passion they all put into creating it and performing it, loved listening to Eddie at two in the morning furiously scratching down lyric ideas. He loved hearing some of their influences over the years, even going to some shows for Metallica because he knew it meant a lot to Eddie.

But it’s true he wasn’t a huge fan of this kind of music. He liked pop, he liked stuff you heard on any standard radio station driving down the road. He liked being able to dance along to it when he was cooking.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t belong here just the same as anyone else. He did. Anyone could enjoy this band, just as anyone could enjoy any band, even if it didn’t mesh well with their other interests. That’s regardless of the relationship status between them and the lead singer.

So Steve kept pushing forward, doing his best to get out of the crowd, away from this guy who was much larger than he was.

“Where you going? Can’t handle people knowing you aren’t worth his time?”

Steve’s heart was beating fast, so many sweaty bodies pushing against his on his way to the security guard who looked like he was finally noticing what was going on.

“Can’t believe he wrote a song for someone who doesn’t even watch his shows!”

That one hit Steve in the chest, hard.

This guy was why he couldn’t watch Eddie. He wanted to. He would be at every single show if he could.

But clearly that wasn’t in the cards for him.

He could feel bad about that later.

His focus was entirely on getting backstage for now, ignoring the shouts of everyone he was pushing through.

“Dude, you can’t just push to the front!”

“Who do you think you are?”

“Should’ve been here earlier if you wanted front row!”

Steve’s heart was racing, but he was trying to get to the security guard who was coming towards the barricade.

He reached him, but got shoved hard into the barricade.

The guy from earlier had managed to follow him through the crowd and just pushed him. If there were less people around, he would’ve fallen on his face.

He felt the edge of the barricade dig into his ribs, but it was a minor pain compared to things he’s felt before. He just wanted to go.

He stood up straight, took the biggest breath he could, and let the security guard lift him over the barricade.

Somehow Eddie must have seen it, and he immediately stopped playing.

“What’s going on? Stevie?”

Steve held his thumb up, hoping Eddie would continue and he could sneak out back without causing any more of a scene.

But Eddie must have seen the way Steve was hunched over, holding his rib where he’d been pushed into the barricade.

He was immediately on the edge of the stage, asking the security guard to help lift Steve while he pulled him up.

He was honestly too far into a sudden panic attack to even resist.

Eddie’s hands were on his cheeks as soon as he was sitting on the stage, his wide eyes looking over everywhere. The rest of the guys had all come over to see what was going on.

“Stevie, what happened, sweetheart? Are you hurt? Who did this?” He turned to the guys before Steve could even try to answer. “We’re done. Send everyone home.”

Steve was shaking his head. He didn’t want this to happen again, not because of him.

“People will hate me,” he managed to say.

“What? Sweetheart, no they won’t. You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine. Just let me go backstage.”

Eddie was watching him, trying to figure out if he was faking being okay.

He was, and he knew Eddie would see it, and he would cancel the show, and even more people would hate him.

“We’re done. If people hate you for it, they can hate me too.”

The guys all agreed, because they’re the best, and they know they can’t put on a real show without Eddie anyway.

Steve focused on the way Eddie’s hands felt on his face, his neck, his shoulders. He took a few deep breaths, managing to calm down enough to see the lights come on and the tech guys come out to start breaking down.

“Think you can walk or do you need me to carry you? Where does it hurt, love?”

“I’m okay.”

“That doesn’t answer my questions, sweetheart.”

Oh. Guess not.

“I can walk. It’s just my ribs. Not broken.”

“Who did this?”

Steve knew he could probably still find him in the crowd, had managed to glimpse enough of his clothing and face to point him out if he was still inside.

But it wasn’t worth it.

This would continue to happen. As long as people loved Eddie the way they did, as long as they didn’t like Steve, this would happen.

And Steve was okay with it, he had to be. He knew Eddie would take this harder than he did, maybe even the rest of the guys would too.

“Just a guy. He didn’t like that you never called his friend.”

Eddie’s brows furrowed.

“You remember your 18th birthday?”

“Are you kidding me?”

Steve nodded.

“Fuck them. Seriously, fuck him for seriously thinking a one night stand was gonna go anywhere. Jesus Christ.”

Eddie kissed Steve’s forehead, forgetting that there was still a crowd of disappointed fans, though pretty much everything that had just happened made it pretty clear Steve was his boyfriend.

“Let’s go back to the bus, get on our way home. Wayne’s baking you a cake for the birthday you had to celebrate with us. Said there’s no way the cake we got you was as good as his homemade butter cake.”

“He’s right,” Steve smiled.

This is what it came down to, in the end.

Eddie loved him, loved him enough to come out on stage just to make sure he was okay. Eddie loved him enough to bring him home to his family whenever they could, knew Steve needed to see the kids, see Wayne and Robin whenever possible. Eddie loved him enough to make sure he had a special spot for every soundcheck, sang his song to him every time so he could get his own personal show.

Steve loved him enough to deal with the fans hating him, for some fans to hate them all for supporting Eddie despite the fact that he was queer. Steve loved him enough to let Eddie baby him even though he hated it, especially in front of others. Steve loved him enough to watch every soundcheck like it was a sold out arena show.

[fuctacles]

Trans is fine, but you better not be a Swiftie!

For @subeddieweek Day 5 | T | 1502 | cw: hinted transphobia | transfem Steve, PDA, rockstar Eddie, jealousy, possesive Stevie, bitchy Stevie | Ao3 Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Ao3

It took the whole of Corroded Coffin to convince her to go to the concert. It may make her sound like an unsupportive girlfriend, but she hasn't been to any of their gigs in months. Eddie never complained about it, aware that metal concerts aren't for everyone, even if they do like the music. She's also hit a weird stage in her transition when she didn't feel like going to public events. 

But here she was, at their first solo concert, no festival to crutch on. In the newest band t-shirt, one she saw through every stage of designing, her tits barely making a dent (Eddie had a different opinion on that topic), while two skanks next to her had her cleavages on full display in their tiny cut-up t-shirts.

They were in the VIP lounge, waiting for the band to emerge from backstage. Stevie could have been there with them, but the rush and heat behind a concert like this gave her a worse headache than the actual music. So instead, she had to sit there with two textbook examples of a groupie. And one of them looked meaner than Carol, back from high school, when she didn't get her chocolate pudding.

"You sure you're in the right place?" one of them finally speaks up.

Stevie looks pointedly at her band t-shirt. 

"Is this not a Taylor Swift concert?" she asks, eyes going wide. The second girl presses her lips, holding back a laugh. The first one narrows her eyes, though. 

"Don't sass me, girlie, you know what I mean," she hisses. "Wearing plain jeans and a hoodie to meet Eddie Munson? That's so disrespectful."

Stevie wouldn't call her jeans plain. They were expensive mom-cut and made her ass look good. The girl didn't need to know she treated them like a premium version of sweatpants. And the hoodie was Eddie's. He gave it to her before going on stage tonight. 

She shrugs off her words.

"I don't think he'll mind."

The girl scoffs. 

"Oh, he's too nice to say anything, but he'll know you're a poser. Who goes to a metal concert dressed like that? He'd never go for you."

Stevie raises her eyebrows, taken aback.

"Excuse me?"

"Excuse you," the girl barks back, nonsensically. Her friend touches her arm as if giving her a sign to back dial it down, but she either doesn't notice or chooses to ignore her. "You don't look like you're here for the music, hell, you probably can't name a single song!"

(Stevie named some of them herself.)

"So you must be here for Eddie," she concludes with a sneer. 

"Well, I am here for him," Stevie deadpans truthfully. This seems to further fuel her VIP lounge companion.

"Keep dreaming. He's into real metalheads," she says haughtily, popping the collar of her battle vest. It's so cartoonish it takes everything from Stevie not to burst out laughing. "What do you even listen to? Country?"

"Taylor Swift, I already told you."

"See, Eddie hates normies like you. Swifties are so fucking mainstream, you'll just embarrass yourself. Maybe you should go," she suggests with a pointed look.

Stevie gives her a pitying smile back. Clearly, she wasn't as big of a fan as she claimed to be if she hadn't seen the photos of Eddie in official Taylor Swift merch that were trending just a couple of months ago. 

"Eddie's looking for someone real, not a fake bitch like you."

She was going to play nice, but that was taking it too far. She felt her hackles rise and her face turned into a frown.

But before she could say anything, the second girl slapped her friend on the chest.

"What the fuck, dude?! You can't just say shit like that!"

"Like what?!" She slaps her back. "Do you think she actually cares about their music? She screams fake pop shit!" She throws her hand back, motioning at Stevie.

Who was too taken aback to react at this point.

"Fuck, I thought you were being transphobic." The girl lets out a nervous laugh. "Sorry."

"What?" The first girl takes a glance back at Stevie like she hasn't noticed before. It was kind of flattering, considering she wasn't that far in her transition, but she wouldn't take an idiot's oversight as a compliment. "I don't care about that! Mainstream music is a bigger sin than being transgender!"

"I'll drink to that."

The band chose this moment to appear at the steps to the lounge, Eddie raising the water bottle in his hand in a mock cheer. 

"Eddie!" The two girls stand up in unison, and it takes all of Stephanie's willpower not to roll her eyes. Instead, she gives a wry smile to Jeff, who seems to be in a similar state of mind.

"We're here too, you know," he murmurs under his breath. 

Gareth nudges his arm.

"Well, I'm glad they're not here for me," he whispers back.

Stevie snorts after hearing that, but the girls are none the wiser, too preoccupied with their beloved frontman.

"Hello ladies, hope you didn't wait too long," he greets them, accepting their enthusiastic hugs and letting them kiss his cheek. 

Stevie keeps her face carefully neutral.

"It's okay, we know you're exhausted after the concert." The first girl smiles sweetly at him, and it's becoming increasingly difficult for Stevie not to gag at the shift in attitude. "I'd wait the whole night to meet you." She might need a bucket right now.

Eddie laughs nervously, taking a step back to put some distance between them.

"Ashley and Xena, right?" he asks.

"I'm Xena!" The girl exclaims, clearly proud of her unusual name. Stevie does roll her eyes this time.

Gareth appears in front of her, snickering, and she punches him softly in the thigh before raising the same fist to fist bump him. He offers her the tray of cookies he picked up from the table.

"Hi. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine." She shrugs and picks up one of the cookies. "Thanks."

He nods and retreats to one of the couches. There are three of them, set up in a triangle around a table with snacks and drinks. Which is very convenient, making Stevie think Chrissy has planned it out.

"You already know them, but it's rude not to introduce my friend." Eddie grins, making room for the rest of the band to properly greet the fans. "This is Jeff, Gareth, and Grizzly the Teddy-bear. He gives the best hugs," he says with a grin. Ted rolls his eyes.

"Just Ted is fine. But I do give the best hugs." He grins.

Eddie leaves them to it and finally goes to sit next to his girlfriend, throwing his arms over the back of the sofa and sinking into the cushions.

"I'm so tired," he groans. 

"Too tired to greet me properly?" she asks with a raised eyebrow. She can feel the eyes of the other girls on them.

"Never." Eddie raises his head immediately. "Sorry, baby." He leans in to kiss her on the cheek, but she moves her head away.

"I said properly," she repeats, but her tone shifts into her more authoritative one. He hesitates for a millisecond, but his eyes don't even shift away to look at their surroundings. Stevie enjoys the power trip, seeing him uncaring of who's looking and where they are.

"Of course, sorry," he amends, straightening up to go in for a proper kiss.

He lets out a surprised whimper when she dominates it immediately, grasping his chin and claiming his mouth like she's been starving for it throughout the whole concert. Eddie goes limp in her grasp, but she wants to make it clear who he belongs to. She grabs his knee possessively, angling him even more towards her, and her other hand moves from his chin to his hair. His locks are damp with sweat after the concert, but she doesn't mind, because it's exactly how she likes him. Dirty, unkempt, falling apart under her hands. 

She tugs at his hair, messing further the haphazard bun he's tied it into. He sighs, melting further into her, and it makes it easier to grasp his thighs and pull him into her lap. They finally part with a wet smack, and she can look into her boyfriend's glossy eyes.

"There's my good boy," she praises. "Hi."

"Hi," he croaks back with a dazed smile.

"Booo, get a room!" one of their friends speaks up. 

Eddie groans and hides in the crook of her neck, too weak from the kiss to face the teasing yet. So Stevie takes over the social interaction for him, lacing her hands together at the small of his back while he collects himself. She sticks out her tongue to Gareth.

"Shut up, we'll behave now," she says, before turning to the two girls, her jaws shattered on the floor and there to stay for her to stomp on. She smiles charmingly at them. "You guys were saying?"

Shameless plug: @stevieweek

[aroadside-attraction]

“Steve Harrington is a groupie! Steve Harrington is their merch girl! Steve Harrington is a roadie!”

Incorrect. Steve Harrington is the band mom and the sound queen.

In his duties as band mom, he has the guys over the morning after a gig and cooks them all breakfast. His place quickly becomes the place for post gig/practice dinners bc Steve is always willing to open his home to these guys who make Eddie so happy to be around. And yeah, he helps lug some equipment in and out of their practice space and their gigs, but he’s also handing out set lists and keeping his eye on the guys to make sure they have water up there with them. He’s done this since before he and Eddie officially got together.

The sound queen thing came.. slower. It took him a while to get used to the style of music the guys played, to understand who played what lead and what a lead even meant. Music was never really his thing, it was just background to the parties and the hookups, until he began hanging around Eddie. He slowly developed opinions on how the band sounded, felt the feedback grind his gears one too many times before, after practice one day, he tentatively approached Eddie and suggested maybe he could turn the gain down on his mic, just a little bit, on that third song, let that cool thing that Gareth’s doing shine through a bit more.

Eddie, of course, is thrilled that Steve Has Opinions on his music and is getting Actually Involved and encourages it all. He sets him up with their shitty sound board in the garage and let’s Steve experiment with the sound, the whole band giving pointers to Steve. He introduces Steve to the guy who runs the board at the Hideout, and Steve starts spending every show sitting back at the board, listening intently and watching the op’s fingers twitch over the minuscule adjustments to make the band sound just right.

And then they show up for a gig one night and the board op is sick. Like, really sick. And his back up is also sick. And Eddie, man, I’m sorry, but without an op, we can’t have a show. Maybe we can reschedule. And the guys are devastated. They’ve been working towards this one for months, they’re actually starting to get somewhere as a band. So Steve volunteers. He knows this board, he knows the way the guys like to sound, he knows the space. He can manage one show, right?

Naturally, it’s the best they’ve ever sounded. Eddie’s beaming with pride as Steve comes around the back after the show, a few groupies are hanging off the guys elbows, telling them how good they sounded, and hey, when’s the next show? There’s some people who have to be here the next time they play.

And that’s how Steve takes over sound entirely for the band. It ticks off some venues when they insist Steve be at the board, and sound checks take a little longer and require a bit more feedback when they move into new spaces, because Steve’s hearing is a little wonky, sometimes, after all of the knocks to the head, but he manages. Manages pretty well, until the guys have a manager and they’re playing venues bigger than Steve is really comfortable with and really, he knows nothing about recording audio so it’s okay that he’s not the one operating the board when they’re in the studio. But he is in the room, giving his opinions as Eddie smiles. Because, as band mom, Steve knows that Eddie’s got the lead on that first song, and Garett does that cool thing in the third that really should be brought to the front, and Jeff’s harmony in the sixth is a little strong, they’ll want to back off on that a bit and…

[ashwhowrites]

Hi! Your writing has always been one of my favorites. I was reading through the angst prompts and I was wondering if you could combine some?

38, 39, and 4z

Thank you for taking the time to read this!

- anonymous

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Thank you so much! You can of course combine as many as you want!

Fair warning ⚠️- you request angst so it will not have a happy ending:)

“They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but my heart just became numb.”

“The worst part was that I saw it coming, I knew you’d hurt me, hurt us, but I still kept you around.”

“So none of it was real? You didn’t mean any of it?”

Eddie and Y/N married young. Eddie wanted to be a rockstar and tour the world. And he wanted his wife by his side. He loved to brag to his band about how hot his wife was and she loved to shove her ring in groupies faces.

Together they got thrown into life of parties, drugs, sex, and alcohol. They were filled with passion, lust, and love.

The real world came knocking in when she held a positive pregnancy test. The couple couldn't have been more excited. They were young, still in their 20s but they knew they could handle this. They were going to be a real family.

~~

When their baby girl was born, Eddie continued to tour the world. She was home with their baby girl, realizing being a mom is her new dream. She loved holding their baby, it was a reminder of what her and Eddie made out of love.

She didn't mind the late night feedings because Eddie would come strolling in from the airport. He would come home every second he could. Their baby was a total daddy's girl. Always yanking Eddie's hair with her chubby hands and giggling.

Their family may have been different but it was real and strong.

Until it wasn't

~~

Their baby girl was around a year old now. As Y/N planned her birthday party, she reflected on how so much has changed.

When Ella was around six months old, Eddie began to change. He didn't call as much anymore when he was on tour. And when he was home he was at the studio or bars with his band.

She hated even when he was home, she was raising Ella on her own.

Ella who was a perfectly curly haired and big brown eyed baby, the love of her life - Eddie also of course. Every time she saw her, she saw him and it felt like a stab in her heart.

Ever since Ella hit that six month mark, he stopped desiring Y/N. He used to be horny around the clock and now she barely gets a kiss out of him. She tried many times to grind herself on his lap, but he'd shrug her off. He's too tired from the studio. Or it's weird to do with the baby a few feet away.

She was getting frustrated. She didn't know where her husband randomly disappeared. The body she sleeps next to was cold and uncomfortable, nothing like what her Eddie was like.

She knew something was wrong and she feared the worst. He found someone else on that damn tour. He found someone else while she took care of their baby. She just needed to confront him to confirm it.

~~

The party was going well. She barely has seen Eddie, the second the clock stroke 1 he was off in the backyard with a beer talking to Steve. He looked so carefree and happy. It's been too long since she saw that.

She was cleaning Ella up when she heard a knock on the door. With the whole party outside, she was the only one available to open it. She placed Ella on her hip and ran to the door.

As she opened it she didn't know who she was looking at.

A girl about her age, blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a smile.

"Hi! How can I help you?" Y/N doesn't recognize her so she definitely doesn't think she invited her, maybe Eddie did?

"does Eddie muson live here?" Her thoughts were confirmed, she was Eddie's guest.

"yes come on in! I'll go grab him for you." The girl smiled and walked in.

She quickly walked to the backyard to find her husband, "Eddie! A guest is here for you."

Eddie looked up when he heard his name. He gave a quick be right back to Steve and walked over to the house.

"who is it?" He asked as he stepped into the house, kissing Ella on her nose as he walked by.

"not sure. Some girl." She answered as they walked to the front door.

~~

Eddie felt his blood run cold when he saw her. He was supposed to never see her again, that was the deal.

"Eddie?" His head turned to his wife, holding their gorgeous baby, a confused look on her face.

" can you give me a second baby?" He asked, she looked at him and the girl. He felt sick, he prayed she wasn't connecting this. She nodded slowly and walked to the backyard. Once she was out of sight his eyes went back to her.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" He asked, he didn't care if he sounded harsh. She was breaking their deal.

"Relax Eddie, I'm not here to help you cheat on your wife again." She giggled like it was funny.

Eddie felt steam running out his ears. He felt the sting of guilt when he was reminded of his adultery. He tried to forget it. Drown it in alcohol, wash it out with his regret. But it always survived and punched him in the gut when he'd look at Y/N.

"that's not fucking funny. You need to leave." He began to step towards her, leading her to the door.

"Look Mr. Munson, I came here for a reason. I want to make another deal." He hated the way she smirked. She had something planned. He looked over his shoulder, they were still alone.

"what is it?" He asked, anything to get her the fuck out of his child's birthday party.

" Pay me $1,000 or I'll rat you out to every publicist I can find. Tell them all about our secret affair on your tour bus. What would your wife think of you? Knowing she was feeding your baby while you pounded into another girls pu-"

"Shut your god damn mouth." Eddie practically growled at her. He knew he fucked up the moment his eyes landed on her. And it was a mistake that kept following him around.

He wrote the check and slammed the door behind her. He could feel sobs in the back of his throat. His forehead was against the door as he sobbed against it.

The guilt has been eating him alive ever since. He couldn't kiss his wife knowing what he did to her. He couldn't make love to her when he broke their vows.

She was an amazing wife and mother. And he was a deadbeat husband and father.

A hand touched his shoulder and he jumped. Quickly wiping his eyes and turning around.

"are you okay baby?" Seeing her worried gaze, soft voice, and wedding ring beam in the sunlight, he broke all over again.

"I'm so fucking sorry." He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around her stomach. He was sobbing into her. Every ounce of guilt and regret was running out of his body. He mumbled against her stomach, the same stomach where she carried their baby. She gave him a family. They created it together and he was going to destroy it with his own hands.

~~

Y/N had a feeling of what was going on. She wasn't dumb. She ran her hands through his hair as he sobbed into her. Silent tears were running down her cheeks. She was biting her lip so hard to not let sobs break through.

"We'll talk after the party, okay? Right now our daughter is about to try to blow out candles." She tried to laugh but it came out as a choked cry. She yanked herself away, composed herself and went to the backyard. A big fake smile plastered on her face.

~~

Eddie felt sick to his stomach as the last guest left. He couldn't run from this anymore. He knew she knew. And they both knew there's a good chance they'll never be the same again.

"When did you meet her?" She sat on the couch, holding herself. She knew this conversation was going to be hard but they needed to have it.

"Six months ago." He choked out. He felt like he cried everything out of him but looking at her, sitting so far away, he felt another round of tears coming.

"I thought so. That's when you got weird." She sighed. She placed her head in her hands. Anxiety filling her with her next question.

"Was it more than once?"

Without hesitation Eddie answered fast, "no. I swear. It was one stupid night and I've regretted it since. I'm so sorry."

"oh you regret it? Well that just makes me feel so fucking great. I'm glad after you pulled your dick out of her, you regretted it"

He knew he deserved that blow to his gut. He was prepared to take every hit, he didn't deserve to protect himself.

"I sit here every night, taking care of our daughter. I used to cry myself to sleep when you stopped calling. Then you came home and nothing changed. You were distant and you stopped loving me. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but my heart just became numb. "

Eddie wanted to punch himself repeatedly with every word she spoke. She sounded so fucking heartbroken. He's been in love with this girl since he was 16 and he's never seen her so fragile and small.

He wanted to speak but his throat was wrapped in barbed wire.

“The worst part was that I saw it coming, I knew you’d hurt me, hurt us, but I still kept you around. I won't lie, I feared you'd cheat on me. Almost every rockstar does it. I fucking hate you so much Edward. I would have never done this to you."

"don't say that please. You don't hate me. I know you love me. I love you so much. I'm so sorry. I love you " he was on his knees again. Kneeling in front of her. His hands shook as he gripped her knees. Trying to choke back his sobs.

"like you loved me? So none of it was real? You didn’t mean any of it? Every night we spent taking care of Ella. You came home and slept in our bed, knowing you were with another woman. If you loved me you wouldn't have CHEATED on me Eddie! You would have stayed faithful. If my love was enough for you, you would have come back home to me and me only."

"please baby, we can make this work. I'll do anything. I'll do therapy. I'll quit the band. I'll never leave again. Please just give me a chance to make this right. You're my wife and the love of my life. Let me fix our family."

"no Eddie. The second you went home with her was the second you picked her over your family. I'm not going to forgive you. There's nothing you can do to take this pain away. I think it'll forever be broken because of you. I love you so much and I can't believe you ruined this for us. We could have really made it far."

He was shaking his head. He wanted to block out her words. He was reaching the finish line, he was doing everything in his power to glue his shoes to the ground. He didn't want to keep moving forward. He didn't want to reach the end.

"You can sleep on the couch tonight. Tomorrow we'll discuss divorce and moving arrangements."

It took every ounce of strength in her to stand up and pull away from him. She leaned down to kiss his head. She inhaled his scent one last time. With a deep breath she walked to their bedroom. She saw Ella sleeping soundly in her crib.

How did her perfect family get destroyed so fast?

[munsons-mutiny]

I really struggle imagining what Steve’s career would be when everyone gets their happily ever after.

Obviously he lives for his family and taking care of everyone, but that’s not a job. Part of me could totally see him doing some 9-5 businessman type thing where he channels the King Steve charm and hates it but is happy cause he goes home to his dorky metalhead husband every evening, and most days one of the kids are dropping by unannounced because they all live pretty close by (heck maybe they’re even only college students now and he has to make sure they’re all getting enough real food).

But this is the happily ever after ending and I think he deserves more than a job he hates. Thinking more about it I’ve come up with two jobs that he would absolutely excel at with his babysitting criteria.

1) High school or middle school councilor or therapist. He’d be able to help so many kids that way, but also thinking about Steve I’m not sure it quite fits. He largely supports the kids while insulting them and he’s always cursing them out and bemoaning being the babysitter despite secretly loving it. Becoming a AdultTM might curve this and he’d shape up into an amazing councilor but idk not quite it.

2) This one hit me and it’s kinda amazing. He’d be such a good manager. Specifically for Eddie or Corroded Coffin on the whole. Like he’d be motherhenning a bunch of absolute chaotic shitheads and he could yell at them as much as he wants. No worries about cursing them out while still getting to support people. Heck even if it’s not Eddie so long as it’s someone he could care about I think he’d be so good at it (but let’s face it it’s sm better if it’s Eddie).

Plus just imagine the slow burn possibilities of them going on tour and the rest of the Party trading off coming to shows and being groupies with their home made merch. The absolute shenanigans of living out of a tour bus and not being able to avoid each other at all. Falling asleep in the back on each other’s shoulders and Steve had the top bunk on the bus but he keeps rolling over the side in the night so it’s just easier if they share!! He swears!! Totally just doesn’t want to hurt himself falling over the side!! The rest of the band taking up seats so they’re always next to each other and calling them Mom and Dad just to see them both blush and sputter.

Basically just wholesome shit with Steve excelling at something he’s really good at it, and others can praise him for, that he actually gets to enjoy and take care of his people.

[jawritter]

You and Me...

Chapter 3

***SERIES WARNINGS**** Rape, non-con, male!rape, injury, violence, description of injury caused by rape, nightmares, self-harm, panic attacks, implied female non-con, language, ass hole Jensen, hurt!Jensen, dark fic, smut. If there is anything else I will add it as I go.

***Chatper Warnings*** 

Word Coung: 2464

Pairing: Jensen Ackles X Reader, Jared x reader, OFC Steve x Reader, OFC Justin x Reader. Misha x Reader, Jensen x Jared, Jensen x Misha

A/N: When I originally wrote this chapter I didn’t even know who Steve Carlson was, so the Steve in this story isn’t him lol. Oddly enough I wrote this before I even really knew he was making an album lol. Anyway, all mistakes are mine, please don’t copy my work, Feedback is golden. If you want to be added to the series tag list, or my tag list just let me know! I hope you enjoy this one. After this chapter things tend to start to pick up a little.

Summary: It’s funny how one choice you made can change your whole life. One mistake can alter your course, and set you on a path that forever will haunt you. Two people find themselves getting through one of the hardest trials of Jensen’s life, on just one small promise. You and Me. We’ll get through it together…

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Last night was a bad night for you. You were crushed that Jensen thought you were just some slut that likes to flirt with every married man that came through the studio because not a word of that was true. The way he was looking at you when he said it. There was no emotion in his eyes whatsoever. Just coldness. He looked at you like you were just another gold-digging whore. You don’t know why his opinion of you crushed you so badly, but it did.

It’s not like it was unusual in the industry that you were working in. Groupies came all the time to hang out and see if they could land themselves an upcoming artist that has potential, then ride that ride all the way down to music row. Steve did try and keep them at bay because he couldn't stand that part of the industry. It didn’t stop them from coming, but at least he did try.

You were no groupie, you worked your ass off to get to where you were in your job. You did it yourself through straight hard work and talent. You had no favors, no handouts, nothing. Everything you had, everything you accomplished, it was all you. 

Women are looked down on in most businesses, but in the entertainment industry, that reputation of whore seems to resound past any talent a woman might have. It wasn't usual for men to come in, and treat you the way Jensen had yesterday, but when he did it, it really hurt.

The way he jerked the coffee out of your hand, not even looking at you. Like you were nothing, trash, someone that wasn't worthy to be in his presents. 

That cut you deep.

Why did you care so much what this snob thought about you? You didn't like the way his opinion of you made you feel. The way it seemed to etch itself into you, and take root there. You whipped away a stray tear that was making its way down your face.

Most of the night you dreamed of Demon Dean. Because that's who he looked like yesterday when he demanded Steve make you bring him his coffee. 

The nightmares were vivid, more vivid than you’d ever experienced in your life. 

You used to like Demon Dean. You found it to be an interesting take on Dean's character. Now though. It gave you chills. You didn't know how you were going to face Jensen today. Still, you weren't going to let it cost you your job. You’d worked too hard, and come too far to let one man’s opinion of you destroy everything you had worked to build for yourself. 

So you text Steve back for the thousandth time just this morning telling him that you were fine and would see him in a little while. Justin and Steve knew you pretty well, and they could tell how Jensen's opinion of you had affected you. You had never walked out on a job before like that. Steve knew you weren’t just not feeling well and needed to go home. He knew Jensen had gotten to you. 

You just wish you knew why it affected you so much. You never cared what people thought about you before. It didn't make sense.

You jump in the shower quickly. Not feeling real into dressing up today, which there was no dress code at your job anyway, you throw on an old black and white Slipknot band shirt Justin had bought you years ago for a dirty Santa gift at work. It was comfortable, so, therefore, it was your favorite. A black pair of skinny ripped jeans, and a pair of black and white converse. You threw your hair into a messy bun and a light dusting of makeup. Today, that was just as good as it was going to get.

You just didn't feel pretty this morning. So you didn't see any need in trying. Yesterday you did the work, and it did not go well. Business suit, perfect hair, makeup. Still, you were just a whore that liked to flirt with married men and needed to get Jensen his coffee.

As soon as you walked into the recording room this morning Justin and Steve were on their feet giving you a hug.

 "Don't pay attention to that overpaid, spoiled fuck Y/N," Justin said, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. 

"Yeah, Jen's back today. She can pack him his damn coffee, and I hope she spits in it," Steve said through gritted teeth. 

They were a little overprotective of you, so this reaction didn't surprise you. They had become like family to you over the years. They treated you like a little sister, and they had no problem going to war for you if they had to. 

You look through the glass in front of you and see Jennifer sitting up everything for the day. She was young, probably 19 or 20, you didn't really ever ask. She was pretty though. Long blonde hair. Skinnier than you were, even though you weren't really all that heavy.  Blue eyes. 

She would probably make it far in the entertainment industry one day on her looks alone. She was dressed in her usual casual skinny jeans and tank top. You smirk at the fact that Jensen was probably gonna eat her alive today since he obviously had a problem with women. She looked a little to you like a gold-digging groupie the more you thought about it. She was a working mom though, and you respected her for that. It was hard to be a young mom, much less a working young mom.

"Has Jensen arrived yet?" you turn to Steve and ask, dreading the moment he walked into the studio already. 

Also, you were inwardly regretting your outfit choice. You weren't sure who would be under attack more, Jennifer, or you. 

"No, he's running a little late. Jared will be here again today, along with Misha Collins. He's in town for some type of charity function, and Jensen invited him to come to watch a little today," Steve said, turning to his buzzing phone, and walking out of the recording room.

You turned about to say that you hoped Misha wasn't as big of an ass hole as Jensen when you saw the group of actors walk into the studio. “Well crap, here it goes.”

"Misha, this is Y/N, and Justin, that girl in there putting out drinks is Jennifer," Steve said, and you all shook Misha's hand. He greeted everyone warmly and seemed to be a genuinely friendly guy. Jensen was looking at you with a look of distaste on his face, but there was a look in his eyes that you didn't recognize, something you hadn't seen yesterday, even if he was staring at you and snarling at you in a cocky smirk.

"What is this?" he asked gesturing up, and down your small frame. He was a giant compared to you. "Casual Tuesday? You are aware that it's not Friday yet right?" he blows off in a cocky tone. 

Misha and Jared turn to stare at him, but you say nothing. Taking a deep calming breath you turn around and start logging into the equipment. Misha came and took a seat by you, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze. You smile at him and watch as Jennifer enters the room. “Showtime,” you think to yourself, but boy did you get the shock, and disappointment of your life.

"Well, well, I don't believe we met yesterday. What's your name beautiful?" Jensen said, turning to Jennifer.

You felt your stomach lurch, and you fraught to hold onto your breakfast. You got up and excused yourself to the bathroom. Steve and Justin watched you like you might snap at any minute. 

Well, he wants to be a jackass then two can play at this game. You were in control of today's recording session, and today wasn't going to be an easy one, for Jensen anyway. You, on the other hand, were going to enjoy this.

You walked out of the bathroom after composing your emotions and ran headlong into the large frame that was Jared. He grabbed your shoulders to steady you and keep you from falling back on your ass. 

"Sorry," he said in a rush. 

"It's okay," you retorted, turning a little red. Could you just not do anything right today? 

"I wanted to talk to you before we got started today. I want to apologize for the way Jensen is acting toward you. I've never seen him act quite like this toward anyone. He's going a divorce. It was just finalized yesterday. He's under a lot of stress," you held your hand up to stop Jared's retort of excuses he was trying to make for his friend's attitude.

"I'm sure he will be able to blow off a little steam with Jennifer on the break. Maybe if he gets one off he won't be such a dick. Now If you'll excuse me I've got work to do," you say, pushing past Jared before he could say anything and stepping back toward the recording room.

Neither of you saw Jensen leaning against the door in the hallway. He’d heard every word that Jared had said to you, and he was livid.

"What the fuck Jar?" Jensen said, making his presence known to his friend. Jared swore under his breath, turning to face a red face; and obviously pissed Jensen. 

"I could ask you the same question," Jared said, rounding on his friend. "What you do have against Y/N? She's done nothing to you, and you act like such an ass towards her every time you open your mouth?!"

Jensen stood there with his head cocked to the side. He had been acting like a dick, he was well aware of it. Still, he couldn't help it. Whether she was doing it on purpose or not she was driving him crazy, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on why. She was beautiful, but that wasn't it. It was something he felt deep down in his gut every time she looked at him. It scared him a little. He thought Danneel was the love of his life, he shouldn’t be feeling this way this early after a divorce. Maybe Y/N was right, maybe he did just need to get one off...

"Do you hate her or something?" Jared said, looking at his friend's dead-looking eyes with concern. Ever since Danneel had left him it was like Jensen had just shut down emotionally. He hated it. Hated seeing his friend like this.

"No, I don't hate her Jared," Jensen said, rubbing his hand through his hair, and turning to walk back into the recording room. Not wanting to have this conversation. 

"Well, you got a real fucked up way of showing it, man," Jared said as Jensen closed the door.

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Three hours later Jensen was about six mess ups into the same song he'd sang one thousand times. Mostly because every time you heard a note slightly off you would turn the mike on, and yell, "That's wrong, do it again". 

By now his face was red and he was getting pissed. You couldn’t help yourself though, you found it deeply satisfying. Every time you made him start over Jared and Misha would laugh hysterically behind you. Both of them thought that Jensen was getting exactly what he deserved. Jensen had obviously met his match.

"This whole house had got to be shaken.'."

"Wrong. Do it again."

"This whole house had got to be shaken.'."

"Wrong. Do it again."

"This whole house had got to be shaken’."

"Wrong. Do it again."

"This whole house had got to be shaken'."

"Wrong. Do it again."

This time Jensen had all he could take. 

"What is your fucking problem you bitch," he yelled into the microphone, and the whole room fell silent as the two of you stared at each other. Jensen was on his feet breathing heavily. His voice was slightly hoarse from trying to hit the same note over and over again. Still, he was slightly off every time, and you had every intention to make him do it until he got it right. The miss was so subtle that you would have to be listening to really hear it, most people wouldn’t have even caught it, and that's what made it fun for you. You were gonna make this ass hole lose his shit. Just like he was trying to do you. You were going to beat him in his own game.

You reached over and turned the speaker back on, staring at him, not even blinking. Everyone in the room was holding their breath. 

"You keep hitting the wrong note. You are gonna do it until you get it right. Now... Again..."

You stare at him coldly, and he looked at you like if you were a man he'd hit you. Misha started to snicker under his breath behind you, leaning over he whispered to Jared, "I like this one." 

You try to hide the smirk that threatens to play at your lips.

Jensen put his guitar back on his shoulder and began to strum the chorus again. Looking at you with a shit-eating grin on his face this time, which confused you a little. Was he enjoying this? Damn that man was gorgeous. Too bad he was a dick.

"This whole house had got to be shaken'," 

That time he hit it. He even realized when he hit it. The look of shock sat on everyone in the room's face. He finished out the chorus and you came back on the mic. 

He was standing there staring at you. A hard, yet mischievous look on his face. Something in his eyes lighting up for the first time since you met him. 

"That's a wrap," you say over the spacker, turning to Justin and Steve who were both grinning at you too. 

"Shut it down. That's enough for today," with that, you grabbed your stuff, hugged Misha who was laughing uncontrollably at the look on Jensen's face as you hugged Jared too; then left for the day more than a little proud of yourself. 

This man, he does something to you. Something you don't quite understand. He pulls a side of you out that you never knew was there, but you kinda like it. If you were being honest. You had forgotten what it felt like to stand up against something on your own two feet. 

Ever since you moved back to Austin after the death of both your parents, you had lost your fight somehow, and you hadn’t even realized it. Jensen seemed to be pulling that fight out of you, even if he didn’t mean to do it, or realize that he was doing it. 

You needed this challenge, and you sure as fuck weren’ going to let him win. 

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[festiveferret]

Count Me In

(Tony/Bucky & Steve/Tony, mentions of Steve/Peggy)

"I invited my brother to jam with us," Clint announced, and the rest of the band groaned.

"Come on, man, we said no friends or family." Rhodey pointed accusingly at Clint.

Clint held his hands up. "I know! I know. But Natasha left six weeks ago, and we're still without a bass player, and Bucky's been playing bass for nine years. I promise he's good. And I told him it was an audition, not a promise, and he's cool with that. He just got back from deployment and he misses playing with other people. He's not like… you know." Clint shrugged.

"A groupie?" Tony offered. The last thing they needed was Clint's kid brother wanting to hang around when they were there to make serious music.

"We're not popular enough to have groupies," Rhodey shot back.

"Darcy's a groupie."

"Your girlfriend doesn't count, Clint."

"I remember Bucky," Steve said, squinting off into the middle distance, his hands hooked around his microphone stand. "We used to play capture the flag up and down the whole street."

"Yeah. Then he got a scholarship for science school and went off to get smart and then he joined the army. Excellent life choices."

"I don't think anyone who tried to run away to join a circus we don't have here, four times as a kid is really in any place to judge," Steve shot back.

"Nice one, babe," Tony winked at him while Clint played a ba-dum-tss on his drums.

"Anyway, he's coming today. I don't care if you never let him come back, but it's too late to say no, now, so suck it up princesses."

Tony sighed, fiddling with his tuner. "I miss Natasha."

Then the door opened and Clint's brother walked in.

Tony's mouth fell open. "Natasha who? Good riddance. And good grief gorgeous. That Greek god is your brother?"

Bucky quirked an eye up in Tony's direction. "I think you'll find Clint's the one who's my brother," he shot back. "I told mom I wanted a goldfish. Guess he's about as bright."

"Hey, Buck. Good to see you again." Steve held out a hand and Bucky shook it. 

"Stevie Rogers, yeah?"

Steve snorted. "Yeah, but no one calls me Stevie, these days."

"Probably no one these days also saw you get spun around the roundabout so fast your pants flew off, though."

Steve grinned. "True."

"I'll spin you around so hard your pants will fly off," Tony muttered, breathlessly.

Bucky turned to look at Tony. "And who's this walking smirk with a guitar?"

Steve sighed and rolled his eyes. "That's my boyfriend, Tony. Rhodey's on keys, I sing, and you know Clint, of course. Bruce is our manager but he couldn't make it today. Clint give you some of our tabs?"

"Yup. Gave most of them a whirl already." Bucky replied, eyes still on Tony.

Steve shook his head, chuckling. "Alright then." He started fiddling with his mic.

Bucky sauntered over to Tony.

"Marry me," Tony said.

"Sorry, but I'm holding out for a sugar daddy. No sense wasting these cheekbones on a real job."

"Oh my god, that was the worst thing you could have said," Clint sighed behind them.

Tony grinned like a shark. "Pick out a ring, Bucky Barton, cause my last name's Stark."

"Oh shit." Bucky grinned back at him. "Guess I have no choice then. Your boyfriend don't mind?"

Steve snorted. "Only if you try and bogart our date night."

"He has his date night with Peggy on Thursdays," Tony said. "Go out to dinner with me?"

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Can we - I dunno, wild thought, but - can we play some damn music?" Rhodey said, emphasizing his point with reverberating A minor chord.

"I guess so." Tony picked up his guitar and settled in front of his microphone. He couldn't pull his eyes away as Bucky dug his bass out of his bag and hooked himself up to the amp.

Steve leaned down to help him with the cables. "He likes chocolate better than flowers," Tony heard him say. "And he's allergic to shrimp."

"Thanks for the tip." Bucky offered Steve a fist bump.

"Okay!" Clint shouted. He tapped his drumsticks together. "One, two, three, four!" 

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[leviathan-open-ur-eyes]

What about survivors what you think of them? (This blog is awesome keep it up)

(Thank you 😭😭😭)

" survivors huh? I used to be friends with a couple of em... but let's do the list thing to keep em all in order.

Dwight: he's a nice dude. Kind of a scaredy cat but I mean do you blame him? I like to listen from the tops of the trees when they're at the campfire and turns out this poor dude was left in the woods drunk. Like who does that???? He seems like a really good dude and it's a pity he's here.

Meg: just bc she's a track star doesn't mean I can't catch her. She thinks she's invincible but I get her all the time. She's great for keeping me in touch with how to catch survivors. When we aren't in trials we often run together.

Claudette: she's a bright young woman with a wonderful mind. I love listening to her talk about her plants and past obsessions. She even helps me with bandaging my wounds. Even if she can't touch me bc of the barrier we usually do it in a trial and in return I let her go.

Jake: I was once very close to him. He was the kindest person I met. He was like a brother to me. Sweet, charming, goofy. He was a good fellow. It pains me when I have him in my trials. He'll flash that smile at me and tell me it's ok. And I end up having to hurt him last bc I can't let the others see me cry.

Nea: same thing as Jake. She was the first to truly be nice to me. Treated me like an actual person than a monster. Tbh if I were to date a survivor or have any form of a relationship it would be with her and Jake.

Laurie: you know benefit of the doubt here she's actually a really cool person. Down to earth. Pretty sharp and smart. If I could overlook the many times I got stabbed we could possibly be friends.

Ace: his happy go lucky attitude kinda kills my vibes. He's a decent man. Pretty smart just down on his luck. But even in trials against me he always has an upside to everything. Even if he's the last alive and I'm near his hook he tells me all these positive things and honestly... it kinda gives me hope.

Bill: ah yes old man. Bill is full of stories and wisdom. I love hearing about the zombie apocalypse and his old friends. He wonders if they're still around or alive. He has a lot if pain behind his eyes and if anything I wish he could escape this place.

Feng: we both enjoy gaming so there's that. If given the chance I would show her my old systems I have. Most things work here in the realm and so she usually borrows some of my gameboys and games. She's very good at running me around and getting gens done. Sometimes I hate going against her lmao

David: would it be wrong to say me and him often fight down in the basement of the killer shack? Bc we do. Most trials we end up doing fight club lmao in reality it often helps us both and I'm grateful. He's like my best friend lmao

Quentin: sleepy boy? I love him. He must be protected at all costs.

Tapp: reminds me of a cop that once arrested me for fighting outside a club. He's very good at hiding and I enjoy his stories from time to time. He's a good dude.

Kate: songbird... I love hearing her sing. If we ever got famous i would want her to open for me. She's beautiful and talented and i love her tattoos.

Adam: he's a good man. Sometimes he shares a few of the lessons he taught back in his life. Honestly he's pretty cool.

Jeff: my man. The dude is into some heavy shit and I love it. He tells me about how he traveled with this band and got to see em perform each night. The dude is a hard groupie and I would kill to have someone like that for my band. I've played him some of our music and he enjoys it. Said it's different from what he's used to.

Jane: she interviewed my mom once. I remember bc my friend's dad saved it for me. The funniest thing is she had the whole mommy drama issue too. I guess even superstars can have issues like normal people.

Ash: ok ngl he's definitely a dilf. Idk he's just charming and I would die for him. Honestly he's one of the better survivors to go up against. Also I love ashy slashy its adorable.

Nancy: you know what imma say it.... I don't like her. She's always touching MY totems. Even if it's their job to do them it's still mine ya know. But sometimes she just too strong willed and it's kinda annoying. She thinks she knows it all but she doesn't. I had a friend like that once. It wasn't a pleasant friendship.

Steve: I love his hair. It's so wavy lmao. The dude is chill, kind of a show off but in a cute way. If I remember correctly in the first trial I had him he thought I was a survivor and was trying to show me how to do gens. It was cute really. Too bad that mori had his name lol

Yui: I haven't met her yet. Heard she can reset pallets like ok lmao it ain't hard to break em. Honestly if she wants to take time to do that be my guest I'll be waiting happily behind her."

[archived-fic-writing-fandom-blog]

Do you have any high school au headcanons for Marvel characters?

I am basing these on personalities. Their likes and dislikes and any quirks I’m aware they have, etc.

Steve:

Pre serum:

Would have tried out for the wrestling team. Might have made it if the coach took pity on him. He had the skill but not the strength. His mom would be reluctant to even let him try, considering all the health issues he has. 

Post Serum:

All American boy. Football. Baseball. The lovable jock everyone wants to be friends with. He isn’t the arrogant stereotype. He also doesn’t give a damn about cliques and will sit at any table and make friends with anyone.

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes:

Bucky is a goth. He’s the bad boy who is secretly a teddy bear. His prosthetic arm wouldn’t be super advanced and so this would limit him in some ways but you bet your ass he’d have a sweet guitar and a beautiful motorcycle. He is best friends with Steve cuz they grew up as neighbors.

Tony Stark:

Computer nerd, as well as a science tech nerd. But not the ironed shirt with pocket protector type. No. He is the hot nerd. The nerd everyone underestimates cuz he’s pretty. He is cocky and confident. He wired the whole computer lab and teaches the teachers how to use their machines. He wears band tees.

Bruce Banner:

Science lab nerd. May have a pocket protector but only on his lab coat. He’s a sweater vest kind of guy. Always a little disheveled but the girls dig him. He is a little insecure and has a slight temper problem. His home life is a little rocky but he is best friends with Tony and spends a lot of time at his house.

Natasha Romanoff:

Also a goth. She’s the quiet brooding type who everyone is afraid of. She’s the 80s revival type with wacky hair and lots of fishnet, leather, piercings, and chains. Everyone wants to both be her and do her. Her friends circle is very small but she gets along with everyone on this list even if they don’t quite know what to make of her. Getting her to smile makes you feel like you’ve won a million bucks. Her past is dark and she was adopted when she was younger. She still remembers her old name and will still answer to it. [It’s similar enough to her now legal name that it’s almost comical. Her closest inner circle, people she knows from her neighborhood, knows this name and sometimes calls her by it. (Natalia Romanova)] her adoptive parents knew her birth parents and adopted her when her birth parents were killed for political reasons while visiting their native Russia. Nat is a US citizen, since she was born here.

Clint Barton:

No matter what incarnation of Clint he is, he will always don a bow and arrow and drink coffee by the pot. There’s even one in the teachers lounge with his name on it. Ask him who his best friend is and he will tell you “My dog, Lucky… and Nat” always in that order. Nat has no idea that she knows more about Clint than anyone else he associates with. She is convinced either Tony or Bruce is his best friend. 

Thor:

Plays football with Steve. They are best friends on the field but he parties too much for Steve to feel comfortable hanging out for long periods of time outside of school. He’s the kid who keeps everyone smiling with a kind word and a smiling face. “Hey you wanna smoke this with me?” “No thanks” “I didn’t think so but I figured I’d offer” is literally how he lives his life. Always willing to share even if he knows the answer is no. Never ever pressures anyone to do anything but always asks in case they change their mind. He isn’t a one woman kind of guy and has a few girls in rotation who all know about each other and are close friends. It’s almost like they are his groupies. He is a jock but he’s also the stoner hippie. And it’s a weird combo that works for him. 

Loki:

Another goth kid. Bordering on emo. He makes straight A’s and is the prankster. No one knows how he’s even passing because he never appears to do any work.  Not everyone likes his antics and he is only close to a small handful of people. None of which goes to his school. They are all in the neighborhood he grew up in but moved from before high school started. They, of course, are the rival high school. 

Peter Parker: 

Eh. Same as the current canon Peter. This doesn’t change in the AU. Just maybe his circle of friends is bigger because of Bruce and Tony taking him under their wings since they are seniors and he’s a freshman. 

Sam Wilson:

Sam is in ROTC and has been since it was first offered in middle school. He enjoys himself in this. Keeps trying to recruit Steve and Bucky. Considers them his best friends. You’d think he and Bucky hate each other but their relationship is that of like comedian roasting his best friend celebrity at his birthday bash. They love each other but they give each other shit and it’s hilarious. 

Rhodey:

Rhodey is the ROTC leader. He’s the teacher who runs this program and everyone loves him. 

Happy:

Is the assistant principal. Practically keeps the place from falling apart. 

Nick Fury:  

Principal. Loved by everyone. Takes no shit. Thinks Bucky and Sam’s antics are hilarious. Doesn’t much care for Loki’s pranks.

Maria Hill: 

Is in ROTC with Sam and is technically his commanding officer. She will never admit it but she often parties with Thor. At school and ROTC events she is strictly by the books and takes her rank seriously.

Pepper Pots:

Long time girlfriend of Tony Stark. She is in with the Beatniks. Into poetry slams and creative writing. Is almost as smart as Tony and keeps him on his toes. He wouldn’t be organized at all if it weren’t for her. 

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[johnpornjones]

You've said you used to love Jimmy Page very much, I am curious your stories of what makes you in love with Jimmy Page and how you found out Jonsey is your love of your life.

First all, I really like Jimmy. More on the musical plan, than on the personality plan. Jimmy is brilliant. He considers he’s sloppy, but to me, a guitarist is able to play everything. Fast thing, slow things. And Jimmy pretty well understood this, through his guitar riffs.

Wizard. This word is even more matching Jimmy than “genius” to me. 

His riffs are magic, his solos are like his passion for Aleister Crowley. Jimmy is a passionate, and we can only understand that just listening to him. Just listen to Dazed And Confused to understand, just watch him use his violin bow. Just listen to Whole Lotta Love too, the theremin part, I don’t have any words to describe that… perhaps “sexual” ? And damn, one of his most famous guitars is the Gibson EDS 1275, and that’s not your ordinary guitar here. This is a monster, and Jimmy totally managed to masterize It !

Also, I think “Outrider” and “Coverdale-Page” were quite underrated.

Oh well, he also did very naughty things, and I’m not gonna list them because the groupies stories… erm, this is really dirty. His heroin addiction was, too. It lasted a long time, enough for people to call Led Zeppelin “dinosaurs”. But without Jimmy, no Led Zeppelin. Don’t forget the other members, too !

Also, what I consider like something not very kind is that for “No Quarter Unledded”, they totally skipped Jonesy and I don’t think they forgot his damn phone number, I think it’s more because the fans expected a Led Zeppelin reunion but they didn’t want to have a reunion, and so they toured, just the two of them. But even with that, they did well, this album is one of my faves ever. I Totally recommend It.

A quote by Jonesy about No Quarter Unledded : “One slightly naughty thing I was thinking as I was watching the MTV thing (giggles nervously) is how many people it took them to replace me, and how few people it’s taken me to replace them”

Fifty-One additional musicians played with Page and Plant on Unledded; John Paul Jones at the time was performing in a trio. The following year, Page and Plant finally performed with Jones again at Led Zeppelins induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

In his acceptance speech, Jonesy said : “Thank you, my friends for finally remembering my phone number.” (and now, that’s quite a meme lmao)

Several reunions has occured, but they were never as good at the time when Dinosaurs roamed the earth (to quote Jonesy even more here :D), and finally, in 2007 we had the O2 Arena show, and that was just like good ol’ times ! I think Jason is almost as great as his renowned father ! (this is only what I think, don’t hate me for this please !), but no one can replace the great John Bonham. Rob’ said that, and I think it’s accurate (once again, that’s what I think !)

That resume why I love Jimmy, even If don’t show It a lot on this blog, and this makes the transition. Now let me explain why Jonesy completely and literally dethroned Jimmy in my small heart that already suffered a lot in 25 years (that’s another story though).

There isn’t enough words to describe the immense talents of John Paul Jones (even Rob’ is saying It !). John started playing piano at a very young age, then started playing bass. The rest is history !

He can play literraly everything. piano, keyboard, bass, guitar (with more than 4 strings, please !), double bass, clavinet, Recorder, Hammond Organ, Mandolin, Mellotron, electric mandolin, fiddle, pedal steel, lapasteel, lapaphone… List goes on and on… 

John is such a passionate, and I don’t even think this word is strong enough either…. and I’m very passionate about Jonesy ! (No, really ? :D)

We easily can get how passionate Jonesy is, watching to live version of No Quarter, or more recently, to the end of the live version of the Them Crooked Vultures song “Spinning Of Daffodils”.

Each time, Jonesy manage to show us his influences. From classical music to jazz music, each night were differents, and that’s not Jimmy who’s gonna argue with me here :D

During acoustic sets, Jonesy lulled us with his mandolin (or acoustic guitar, on The Battle Of Evermore, where he also share vocals along with Rob’, rocked a double bass on Bron Yr Aur Stomp.

John is a versatile musician, and there were examples to illustrate this. And that’s why Jonesy is a excellent musician. But, in that case, why he is so underrated ?

He deserve so much more attention, and that’s why I’m here, on this blog, flooding you with pictures of Jonesy, sometimes videos. 

When I started piano , almost 2 years ago, my goal was, and still is to play a bit like Jonesy, ince he’s my main inspiration. I don’t wanna copy him, I just really want to have a feeling just like he has when playing piano. I’m still learning, and everybody states that piano is probably the hardest instrument to learn, and it’s ALMOST right. But did you try to play violin ? I do. I used to play violin before, starting when I was 4, until 11. My Mom’s a violinist. and we both got enraged (literally) when I showed to my Mom how John is good with a fiddle in his hands (Advice : go to see John play the fiddle on YouTube. it’s during a Them Crooked Vultures show). I stopped playing violin after I got frustrated by how hard learning an instrument in a music academy is. To me, learning music should be a pleasure, not a pressure. I hated It. and 3 years later when I reached 14, I started playing the guitar, but with not pressure, just passion. At first I tried to learn it all alone, but we can’t be all John Paul Jones, I certainly wasn’t, plus I have dyspraxia, even more contraining. Now, playing the guitar and piano is a real pleasure for me, even more since I found 2 excellent teachers to learn me the subtlety of each instruments.

To get back on tracks of why I LOVE Jonesy, should I have to remind you that he’s a great arranger too ?

The string arrangment on She’s A Rainbow from The Rolling Stones is a great example. And if I don’t get wrong there, he wasn’t credited at all. That’s quite a shame.

He also played with a great lot of musicians. Different styles of artists and music

Diamanda Galás, Seasick Steve, R.E.M., Jars of Clay, Heart, Ben E. King, Peter Gabriel, Foo Fighters, Lenny Kravitz, Cinderella, The Mission, La Fura dels Baus, The Harp Consort, Brian Eno, the Butthole Surfers and Uncle Earl and the list goes on and on…  He’s so versatile !

He often joins other artists on stage, and if I was one of those artists, even confirmed, I will definitely be petrified if John Paul Jones suddenly appears. 

By the way, other artists seems to really like him, and I can only agree with them. If suddently I was gonna put out an album, and that John Paul Jones wanted to produce It or making arrangments in it on it(thing that will never happen) I’ll say YES already ! :D

I’ll add that his personality plays a great role too, I mean, I love how humble, quiet and shy John is. And his offbeat sense of humour makes me laugh so hard sometimes. And damn, he’s married since more than 50 years with Maureen, whith whom he had 3 daughters, and god himself knows how many times he became grandpa. 

He seems to be a true sweetheart, even if he probably did bad things when he was in Led Zeppelin, but as far as I know, Jonesy wasn’t thrilled by creating a mess everywhere the band were, and stayed far away from their bollocks.

You want a proof ? There you go ! 

Jonesy clarified the reliability of this rumour that the Led Zeppelin song “Royal Orleans”, from their album Presence, is about an experience he once had on tour in the United States. The song is about a person who mistakenly takes a drag queen up to his hotel room, who then falls asleep with a joint of marijuana in hand, lighting the room on fire. Here’s the quote. 

“The transvestites were actually friends of Richard Cole’s; normal friendly people and we were all at some bar. That I mistook a transvestite for a girl is rubbish; that happened in another country to somebody else… Anyway ‘Stephanie’ ended up in my room and we rolled a joint or two and I fell asleep and set fire to the hotel room, as you do, ha ha, and when I woke up it was full of firemen!”

That’s a very long story there. Hope you enjoyed It. It’s a pleasure to write It (even if my goddamn old shit of a computer is quite overheating, and I had to rewrite It all… 3 times)

[elceeu2morrow]

By Rob Sheffield Aug 3, 2017 10 hours ago

It's official: All five lads in One Direction have kicked off their solo careers. Ever since 1D went on hiatus in late 2015 – we can only hope it's temporary – the world has been eager to hear what kind of history they'll make on their own. Some have dropped full-fledged albums; others are still getting their toes wet. But in the great Beatle tradition, they're all speaking their minds about the breakup, in the press and in their songs – whether they're dishing out praise or shade. Here's a handy guide to the story so far.

Louis Tomlinson

Solo music: Working on his first solo album after releasing one single, "Just Hold On," a banging duet with electronic DJ Steve Aoki. The most prolific songwriter in 1D – and the most continually surprising – so "Just Hold On" feels like just a taste of what he can do, more a teaser for glories to come than a proper solo debut.

Solo mystique: "Just Hold On" gained emotional resonance from the way he debuted it on The X Factor just a week after the tragic death of his mother from leukemia, making it sound like a heartfelt tribute.

Sounds like: Skrillex plus Diplo plus Calvin Harris times Stevie Wonder plus Howard Jones.

Sample lyric: "What do you do when the chapter ends?/Do you close the book and never read it again?"

Fighting words: "Niall, for example. He's the most lovely guy in the world. Happy-go-lucky Irish, no sense of arrogance. And he's fearless. There are times I've thought: 'I'd have a bit of that.' Zayn has a fantastic voice. Harry comes across very cool. Liam's all about getting the crowd going, doing a bit of dancing. And then there's me."

Equivalent Beatle record: George's "What Is Life?"

Harry Styles

Solo music: His debut was a Number One hit (obviously) and a deeply personal singer-songwriter statement (which wasn't obvious at all), steering away from celebrity glitz. "Sign of the Times," a five-minute piano ballad that's long and rambling and downright weird, made up in the studio on the spot, nonetheless went Top Ten. He kicks off his first solo tour this fall.

Solo mystique: He's making his mark as a credible adult rocker without the slightest hint of shade at his pop fans – which is merely the most difficult trick in show biz. He takes the all-smiles Paul McCartney exit ramp while Zayn has gone for John Lennon–style beef. And "Two Ghosts" drops sly hints about Taylor Swift – he even sings about a refrigerator light, an in-joke for Swifties everywhere – showing that he loves to keep everyone guessing.

Sounds like: Mick Jagger plus Harry Nilsson plus Taylor Swift plus Badfinger plus Donovan times Stevie Nicks.

Sample lyric: "You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky."

Fighting words: "How can you say young girls don't get it? They're our future. Our future doctors, lawyers, mothers, presidents, they kind of keep the world going. Teenage girl fans – they don't lie. If they like you, they're there."

Equivalent Beatle record: Paul's Band on the Run

Zayn Malik

Solo music: He quit 1D bitterly in 2014, calling them "generic." His R&B debut Mind of Mine went Number One in 2016, as did his single "Pillowtalk." The soft-porn video with model Gigi Hadid was his inevitable "hello, I've just left a boy band, so let me announce I am in favor of sex-having" statement. If Gigi is his Yoko, this was his Plastic Hadid Band. He also dueted with Taylor Swift on a Fifty Shades of Greysoundtrack theme.

Solo mystique: Talks about how repressed he felt in the group, yet hasn't quite backed it up with his pleasantly blah solo music. His best solo hit, "BeFoUr," comes on like a dis of his ex-bandmates, who made the album Four right BeFoUr he quit – and the capitalized letters suggest he's sending them a Big FU.

Sounds like: early the Weeknd meets late the Weeknd, with a side order of George Michael circa Listen Without Prejudice.

Sample lyric: "I don't drink to get drunk/I feel all the right funk."

Fighting words: "That's not music I would listen to. Would you listen to One Direction, say, at a party with your girl? I wouldn't. To me, that's not an insult, that's me as a 22-year-old man. As much as I was in that band, and I loved everything that we did, that's not music that I would listen to."

Equivalent Beatle record: John's "How Do You Sleep?"

Niall Horan

Solo music: The Irish guitar boy, always a hit with the moms, scored a great solo hit last fall with the understated and beautiful folkie ballad "This Town." As a nostalgic breakup song, it doubled as a bittersweet farewell to the group. His second solo single, "Slow Hands," goes for a sultrier, even bluesier vibe, with lyrics about making out.

Solo mystique: He's unflaggingly loyal to the group – he's the one who talks about how it's inevitable they'll get back together – and he's stuck to his long-running monogamous relationship with his acoustic guitar.

Sounds like: James Taylor meets Ed Sheeran, with Bonnie Raitt on lead guitar.

Sample lyric: "Slow hands/Like sweat dripping down our laundry."

Fighting words: "When One Direction come back we'll still have albums left to do. ... It's been a year and a bit already. We don't want to put a time on it. But when that phone call does come, no matter whoever it comes from, we're back again."

Equivalent Beatle record: Ringo's "Photograph"

Liam Payne

Solo music: The last to test the solo waters, Liam recently dropped "Strip That Down," a party-hearty flop with Ed Sheerhan and Migos' Quavo that missed the Top 40. He can do better – he cowrote some of 1D's finest tunes – so it's tough to guess why he even released it. He also just became a dad: Welcome to the world, Bear Payne!

Solo mystique: He gets personal about breaking free from 1D in "Strip That Down." But it's bizarre to hear Liam sing about hitting the club to chug rum and grind on groupies – it doesn't ring true from a guy who just had a baby with one of England's most famous models, Cheryl Cole. Quavo adds the unfortunate hook "She gonna strip it down for a thug" – there are many words to describe Liam, but "thug" doesn't make the top ten thousand.

Sounds like: Lil Jon plus Wham! plus Nu Shooz plus Huey Lewis plus the News.

Sample lyric: "I used to be in 1D/Now I'm out free/People want one thing from me/That's not me."

Fighting words: "Everyone is now free to do their own thing in music and explore the music. I was worried that people would take it negatively but it's not meant to be in that sense at all. None of us left the band; we're on hiatus still, and what a great hiatus it's been so far."

Equivalent Beatle record: Paul's "Spies Like Us."