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It had all started in Photography 101.
All he had needed was one more elective added to his schedule for the fall semester to be considered a full-time student. It was Robin who had suggested photography.
Steve had never had that great of a memory to begin with, the numerous blows to the head from juvenile high school fights certainly doing him no favors. Sometimes the amount of time it took to jog Steve’s memory surpassed the time it would’ve taken to simply tell him the story as if he hadn’t been there himself.
He was always able to grasp the memory eventually, but sometimes they were slippery in his mind.
He and Robin had found that his memory was ten times better if he had something to look at. Sometimes that was a souvenir from a trip, sometimes it was a takeout menu with his order circled in red pen, sometimes it was a physical scar on his skin from some silly injury. But most of the time it was pictures.
Steve took to taking photos of everything. His friends, his food, the landscape, a book with a pretty cover, anything he wanted to be able to remember.
The walls of his room grew to be covered with polaroids and prints, some staged, most not. Many blurry and out of focus, but in the moment just the same.
So when Robin suggested Photography 101, Steve saw an opportunity to take something he did for his own benefit and turn it into something he really enjoyed, something he was good at.
The semester was a breeze and Steve flourished under the attention of his professor. He was constantly drowning in compliments about the movement in his photos and his eye for composition.
(Robin would tell him on several occasions that she had never seen him enjoy something this much.)
By the time the semester was coming to a close, he was left with one final project. The professor had been intentionally very vague in her description of it throughout the semester, so Steve was a little on edge.
Sitting in the front row of the small classroom, he twirled the strap of his camera around his fingers while he daydreamed. The room slowly filled and the professor settled in behind her desk.
About five minutes after class was supposed to have begun Steve noticed they were all still sitting in silence. Glancing at the professor he saw her brows furrow and a frustrated lilt to her lips as she looked at her watch.
What are we waiting for?
She stood and dusted off her pants before clapping her hands together.
“Well,” she began, “I guess we can go ahead and get start–”
The door at the back of the room swung open and knocked against the wall with a resounding slam.
“Shit! Fuck! So sorry I’m late. Traffic was a bitch.”
Steve is so caught off guard by the man who just burst into the room that he barely even registers the words he’s saying.
He’is tall and all lanky muscle, dark curls and jewelry, tattoos and the smell of smoke, chains and leather and everything Steve’s not. Everything nobody in this class is.
He’s even more caught off guard when his professor laughs and pulls the man into a tight hug. There are only five other students in this class, surely he’s not the only person confused.
He keeps an arm around her shoulders as she introduces him to the group.
“Guys, this is Eddie. He’s a family friend and he’s going to be your subject for your final project.”
Steve’s own eyebrows furrow as he tries to understand how this was the project she has been keeping under wraps. They’ve had plenty of portrait sessions this semester, with models and subjects of their choice alike.
The guy, Eddie, claps a hand to his chest in a dramatic show of faux humility.
“Thank you for having me, Joyce. It's such an honor to be here.”
She smacks at his arm and carries on.
“So, Eddie is your subject and you have no parameters. The only requirement is that he is the inspiration for your shoot. This can look like a standard portrait session, this can be contemporary urban street photography, whatever you like. Eddie does not even have to be in the photo! He just has to be the inspiration for it.”
Steve's brain is already running a mile a minute, conceptualizing shots faster than he can keep up.
Dingy bars, backseats of cars, details of his eclectic style.
But one idea sticks out from the rest. As Steve lifts his eyes to Eddie once more and meets his own twinkling with mirth and smirking back at him he makes his decision.
He’s going to take his mugshot.
*****
“I want to take your mugshot.”
They’re at the campus coffee shop. Joyce had scheduled a few hours for Eddie to meet with the other students during their class time so they could talk through their projects.
Eddie barks out a laugh. “What, man?”
Steve twirls his straw around his drink and tries not to bristle at the reaction.
“Look,” he starts, running a nervous hand through his hair, “I don’t really know where the idea originated but once I had it, it stuck. I just saw this vision of the shot in my head and it was sick, dude.”
Eddie leans back in the booth, one of his boots knocking into Steve’s foot under the table. He crosses his arms and tilts his head.
“Thought this shoot was supposed to be inspired by moi,” he says, gesturing a hand towards himself. “You saying I look like I should be in jail?”
Steve groans and puts his head in his hands. “No. I already told you I don't know where i got the idea–”
But that’s a lie isn’t it. He knows exactly where he got the idea. It was somewhere between the chains dangling from Eddie’s jeans and the handcuff belt he was wearing the day they met.
He put his hands together on the table between them. “Okay. No, I’m not saying you look like a criminal, Eddie. I’m saying I think you want to look like one.”
Eddie blinks at him for a moment before his face breaks into a slow smirk. He huffs a quiet laugh and leans closer. “Guilty as charged, Stevie. Besides, I was arrested once actually.”
Steve gawks while Eddie laughs. He is unfairly attractive when his dimples pop and Steve is going to have such a hard time holding it together behind the camera.
*****
Steve takes his shoots very seriously. Every detail has to be perfect, even the ones not relating to the subject of the photo.
So it is wildly convenient that his professor happens to be married to the chief of police back in Hawkins.
One quick phone call from Joyce and Steve and Eddie were granted access to the booking room at the police station. You know, for the sake of realism.
Steve’s setting up his tripod while Eddie takes a chalk marker to the placard and writes up his own booking ID, a long series of random numbers with E.M at the end.
Steve would be lying if he said Eddie’s choice of clothing wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind.
He’s wearing a ratty, old band t-shirt for some group Steve’s never heard of. There’s his usual black leather jacket and the silver chain around his neck. His ripped black jeans and fingers covered in rings and black nail polish.
It's perfect for the shoot. But Steve’s sanity is struggling.
He gets the camera and the lighting set up just as Eddie steps into place in front of the height measurement wall.
Steve puts his hands on his hips and gives instructions.
“Okay, so I know you’ve done this before–”
“Hey! It was one time!”
“So you know how this goes. We’ll do one forward and then one to each side.”
Eddie shakes out his hair and rolls his shoulders back. He holds the placard up in front of him and levels the camera with a dead-eyed stare.
He looks good.
Steve is less than shocked that he looks even better on camera.
He lines up his shot. Click.
Eddie turns to his left. Steve gets a little distracted by the line of his jaw.
Click.
He turns to the right and of course only now does Steve notice his ear piercings.
Steve takes a deep breath and focuses.
Click.
Before he can even look through his shots Eddie is dropping the placard on the desk.
He’s halfway out the door before he grabs the frame and leans back in. “One second pretty boy, I have an idea.”
He’s back before Steve snaps out of his stupor at the nickname. This time, he has a pair of handcuffs swinging from his index finger.
Steve snatches them out of his hand. “Where did you get these?”
Eddie crosses his arms over his chest and shrugs. “I know a guy.”
He rolls his eyes.
He’s already picking up the placard and setting up some detail shots when Eddie grabs his wrist and stops him. He freezes for more than one reason.
“Hey, uh. Not to step on your toes or anything, but I actually have another idea.”
Steve is about to start on his spiel about ‘not messing up his flow’ when Eddie rubs his thumb over the inside of his wrist. Gentle and reassuring.
“Do you trust me?”
Honestly Steve has no reason to trust him, he’s basically a stranger.
A pretty one. His brain supplies.
But he does. Trusts him enough to let him take Steve’s creative liberties and throw them out the window apparently.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
Eddie’s smile is blinding. He turns Steve’s hand over and drops the handcuff key into it.
“Don’t lose this big boy,” he says as he snaps the cuffs around each of his own wrists.
Steve laughs, loud and shocked. He waggles his eyebrows at Eddie.
“Well, now didn’t this take a turn.”
Eddie rolls his eyes this time and lifts his hands as much as he can.
“Don’t try to sexualize my creative prowess, Steve. I am a professional.”
He nearly trips on his way back to his place in front of the wall and Steve has to hide his laugh into a cough.
Steve’s back behind the camera, hands back on his hips when he asks, “Alright, what’s the plan?”
Eddie smiles and says, “You just shoot, Harrington. I’ll do the rest.”
He leans down to finalize his camera settings and line up his shot. When he finally looks through the viewfinder his jaw drops. Because while Eddie was clearly joking about being a professional, if Steve didn’t know any better, this shot would have him believing it.
Eddie’s got both of his pinky fingers tucked in the corners of his smile, tongue bitten between his teeth. His thumbs are raised along with his middle fingers, while he’s got his nose scrunched and one eye squeezed shut. The cuffs hang right under his chin and accentuate his silver jewelry in a way Steve never would have anticipated.
Click.
Click.
Click.
The next is a close-up of the booking placard between his teeth.
His hands twisting to unlock his own cuffs.
He’s a natural, and Steve’s camera roll can attest to the fact.
It wouldn’t be until Steve was reviewing and editing the shots that he caught on. The booking ID on the placard looked long because it was. It was Eddie’s number.
*****
Steve got an A.
He got an A, an endless stream of compliments from Joyce and a dorky hot boyfriend.
The rest of the class went the route Steve expected them to.
Dingy bars, backseats of cars, details of his eclectic style.
But Steve’s mugshot series stood leagues above the rest.
Later in their lives, when one of their friends would see the photo in Steve’s wallet they would ask when Eddie got arrested and why.
It quickly became a game between the two.
He’s been arrested in high school for selling drugs (True.)
When he was twenty for public indecency.
At twenty-two for arson.
Thirty for contract killing. This one was followed up with the claim that he was in witsec and was now going to have to change his identity and flee the country.
But the real when and why Eddie got arrested is because when he was twenty-one Joyce told him there was a nice boy in her class that she thought he should meet.
#photographer x mugshot au#steddie#steddie fic#steddie fanfic#one thing about me: my Eddie is going to be a jackass in every universe#also not to toot my own horn#BUT#Joyce being the professor? when her son??? is a photographer?? who probably learned it from her????#toot toot bitch#its canon I don't make the rules#can you guys tell I am a photographer be honest#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#gin writes#fin gin#shot of gin#steddie nation#come get y'all juice
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Im not usually a tease yall, but the thot i just had for the second half of Make Me Weak, pt 3 😭🙌🏽
Whewww 🤧 i make myself sick. Truly 😭😌
#megaminds zooted hours#megaminds musings#megaminds wips#wip#wips#work in progress#make me weak pt 3 is gonna eaaaaaaat#i get more confident when im zooted dont hate me for thiss#but uh toot toot bitches
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(this also fits the tune of my housework poast) although ive always loved cooking and baking i've noticed recently that i am enjoying it sooo much more now, even when im not treating it like a hobby. its one thing to be good at cooking a fancy meal for a special occasion and tiring yourself out in the process, but its quite another thing to be able to cook with ease, and on a daily basis. seeing my skills and confidence develop in that way is very new to me, and it's great that i now get to apply it to something as mundane as feeding myself and my family. like, i learned how to cook a long time ago and ive always been confident in my ability to produce a good end result, but the journey feels a lot easier now. i no longer despair over missing ingredience, i manage with 2 bowls where i would've used 5 before, i sometimes even clean up as i go, and putting dinner on the table within 30 minutes no longer feels like a sprint. its the kind of methodical approach that professional chefs learn from the very beginning, and of course they get to perfect their routine by cooking for 8 hours a day, but for the rest of us it's all trial and error. so noticing a positive change in myself in that way and seeing that i'm finally acquiring a more nonchalant attitude towards cooking is really wonderful
#i made#nay#improvised a balsamic gravy tonight and i was lowkey shocked how well it all came together#like. not to toot my own horn but 2 years ago i would've been like#no way fuck this we're making something else#and today i produced a cuntwrenching sauce out of nothing#and i didnt even break a sweat#(i mean i literally did but thats just cuz im a sweaty bitch. no figurative sweats were broken.)#hashed tag growth#&
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will u gworls still read hce if it hypothetically breaks 10k words- (now i ain't there YET but how it's going, i wouldn't put it past it yikes...what can i say i'm a yapper at heart when it comes to excessively using words for the sake of sayin shit)
#prayin to whatever power i can get it together and it ends up good and not just yapping#theres gonna be fluff (slight) angst comedy tension LITERALLY EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN#perfectionist x procrastinator is a deathly combo yall im in the trenches rn#on that grind just for yall#not to toot my own horn but yall r gonna feast (hopefully)#ellie williams#ellie x reader#if i gas this up too much and it is bad and/or flops ima delete my whole acc 😋#just kidding dw#bitch its literally not that serious but like IDK HOW TO RELAX THIS IS SERIOUS TO ME#try to guess my astrology + typology i dare u LMFAO
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challengers ot3 + pokemon team?
The trio only battle together in triple battles. I know this.
Sticking with the fire/ice of art and patrick
Patrick (specializes in fire)
Kanto Vulpix->Ninetales (fire)
Darumaka->Darmanitan (fire)
Art (specializes in ice)
Alolan Vulpix->Ninetales (Ice/fairy)
Galarian Darumaka->Darmanitan
Tashi.
Inkay->Malamar (dark/psychic)
Whismur->Loudred->Exploud
#i said to myself looking at darmanitan (unova) yeah he feels bisexual#perfect for patrick#box talk#challengers pokemon#nilefreemans#kayla i adore you#the idea of art and patrick having the same team but different types#i'm pulling my hair out#i'm so proud of my own genius thinking here#not to toot my own horn#but toot toot bitches
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ok so usually when I meet someone like A I have a way of dealing with it
first I get extremely depressed and sad
then I get extremely furious at that person
and then I find peace. Sometimes this process can take a long time and sometimes it takes me a week lol. This time it took me a week and I’m at that place where I’m like “you have a lot of challenges, I wish you the best and that you get better” but it still comes from the anger and the anger from the sadness. But to get to that stage where you only wish ppl the best brings me a lot of peace and it makes me wanna focus on my own life bc I’m not using time staying mad at others
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I was just trying to walk to my bus until this girl called me "Shitty Fingers", my day is now ruined 😁/neg
#sug4r ramblez🍬#It all started because I tooted in class several times#God I hate her so much#Yes It's bad manners#But no need to be a bitch about omg#I just want to slap her in the face
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My favourite character type is 'uptight weirdo who always has to be the smartest person in the room' because That's Me Babey!!!
#what's up internet i watched every single episode of poirot and he's earned himself a place on the blorbo shelf#anyway disclaimer:#i'm not tooting my own horn here#i just know that i come across as Genius Asshole™️ sometimes especially in person#it's not intentional! it's just the autism lmao#for some reason on the rare occasion when i can contribute useful info people always think i'm being a bitcb#*bitch
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*wipes brow*
One down, seven more pages to go
#gopher rambles#wip#the whole page looks better than i thought it would. im full of surprises for myself lately. not to toot my own horn or anything but-#HONK HONK! a bitch has some fucking PRIDE in 'emself for once!#also i feel so silly and fun signing this as 'gopher g. galster'; not important but i do very much enjoy my name
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time to crunch through making several lab report graphs and doing the final preparations for tomorrow's midterm which we've only had today and yesterday to prepare for because the one that was on the fourth took up all of our time until it was over and done with while so tired my legs won't hold me properly half the time. only to be met with a fuckton of other shit to do directly after the midterm! yay! yay! yay! yay! ya
#no joke before posting this i stood up from the table and got so dizzy i felt like i would collapse unconscious for a solid few seconds#before the world stabilized. as far as i can tell from the foods i eat my blood count should be alright. i'm just. so goddamn tired.#and there's no break in sight anytime soon.#oh well enough bitching time to get this shit done. if you need me i'll be blasting divide my heart for the sake of what remains of my#mental health while doing everything i mentioned above. toots!#logs#black blank blah-blah-blah
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every now and again you’re gonna draw something that reminds you that hey um actually you’re a really good artist and you’re never gonna get used to it
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TOOT TOOT BITCHES
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Hehehe I looked up compatibility for the zodiac’s cusp of power (Aries-taurus cusp, which is what Bakugou is) and turns out they have great chemistry with librans
Comfort ship wise that’s Kiri
Self ship wise that’s me baby
#I’m just toot my own horn#mine and Kiri’s b-days are only a day apart too#poor man fell for two libra bitches that see through him#self ship#kiribaku
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#(( ooc. ))#in the camper at WMSTR. dulcimer in lap. i can smell the smoke off the 353 from the last test run of the day#and every so often theres the toot and answering toots of steam threshers moving around and settling into place#for show open tomorrow bright and early at 6am#when the Montana whistle up the hill blows#life is good. this is the best#im in heaven right now and this will likely be the last you hear of me for the weekend#1. bc data service is gonna drop DRASTICALLY throughout the showtime#and 2. bc im gonna be busy AF all day for the next few days#and won't even be here on mobile bc ya bitch gonna thrive at WMSTR#screw u disney this is the REAL happiest place on earth ❤️❤️❤️#man love me this time of year. the thing i look forward to the most#and if my asthma wasnt so awful id finish my steam apprenticeship#and actually get to run the 353 or the ortner or one of the threshers on the hill#anyway. ruby out im about to go geek out over steam threshers trains and teaching kids how to crochet and playing the dulcimer for crowds 🚂
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wanna bash my skull in this is the STUPIDEST fucking project and my time could be SO MUCH BETTER UTLIZED holy shit
#im crosschecking small details for 3000 fucking matters bc a team fpund small discrepancies in a HANDFULL OF ITEMS#like why not just update as you find errors instead of making me do THIS#plus im only here like 10 hours a week and im too damn GOOD for this project not to toot my own horn but like fr#i like the lady who assigned me the task so i dont wanna bitch abt it but DAMN#i wanna fucking cry#NOT TO MENTION#like half of the cases are abandoned or allowed so LIKE!!!!! whats the POINT#whatever the fuck#head trauma /
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oh hold on there was a Ghungroo reference in the opening chair scene,,,,,, oh hold on i did not see that
#film: pathaan#local gay watches Pathaan (and loses their sh*t while doing so).txt#local gay watches Bollywood.txt#he's like 'ghungroo toot gaye Raafe. naach' which is basically 'bitch your anklets are broken get your ass up and dance'#at least imo from the way he says it#but he's also directly quoting the chorus lyrics from War's absolute banger???#'ke ghungroo toot gaye / ... main aise zor se naachi aaj'#i need a live reaction of this where someone just cuts Hrithik out of a gif of his dance in Ghungroo#and pastes him into the right hand corner of the Pathaan screen. wild
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