#Summer Time Lyrics

[hairmetal666]

Eddie's supposed to be writing. The guys, they all agreed they'd each come to practice armed with two whole new songs they could pick from to add to their set list at the Hideout. And he's got his pen, and he's got his most recent trusty Composition Book, and all his lyrics are fucking bullshit about golden tanned skin and honeyed eyes and tracing constellations in freckles and moles, pathetic lines about being twisted in bed sheets, and the hopeless love he found himself in.

For the fifth time in an hour, he rips out the offending page, crunches it into a tight ball, and throws it across the room.

He can't write about Steve Harrington for the rest of his life; spend his nights aching for the boy who established himself as a fixture in Eddie's life and then just disappeared.

The worst of it--the very worst--is that Eddie knew better. Steve was never his, not in any real way, no matter how many times they fucked. He's Steve Harrington. Straightest guy in Hawkins. Popular. Rich. Whole fucking life laid out for him on a silver platter. And Eddie fell for him. It's the Munson curse, he supposes; always wanting what you can't have.

It started the way these things usually do, "got any weed?" and "come back to my place, Harrington" and "I got this stupid job at the mall, meet me there?" and lying "hey, guys, can't make band practice, gotta help Uncle Wayne" and "Munson, I really want--can I kiss you?"

In every other fantasy Eddie's ever had, it ends there. Steve gets his kiss and they never see each other again. But Steve Harrington--he's full of surprises. It catches Eddie off guard, makes him want, makes him trust. Because it's not just kisses. It's hands and mouths and "anything you want, Eddie. Let me make you feel good."

Maybe it wouldn't have hit so hard--maybe Eddie could've stopped from falling--if Steve hadn't been so good. Bitchy, sure, but genuine and kind. Had this whole gaggle of junior high kids he babysat, like what the fuck. Would hang out with Wayne and shoot the shit about whatever sports nonsense was on tv. Harrington never was as mean, as spoiled, as superficial as Eddie suspected.

Then Starcourt. That's when it all changes. Steve stops coming around then, in the aftermath. It hurts, but Eddie tells himself it's for the best. Now, he knows it would have been.

Two weeks with no contact, and Steve shows up at his door in the middle of the night. Eddie winces at the healing bruises and cuts on his face, can't imagine how much worse they were to start. He steps aside, lets Steve in, plans to say that he can't be whatever they are anymore.

Steve kisses him. It's a hot, needy thing, wild with teeth and tongue, nothing like before. Eddie is helpless to it, helpless to the way Steve grinds against him, already hard. He should slow it down, check-in that Steve is in the right headspace for this, but Steve is moaning low in his throat and Eddie can't think.

They're in Eddie's bed and Steve says, "fuck me, Eddie?" and Eddie says "are you sure" because he can't stop himself. Steve rolls his eyes (beautifuly bitchy), says, "I need to feel you inside me, baby."

How can Eddie say no?

Eddie's never done this before, but it doesn't matter. It's everything--Steve is everything--he could ask for.

The next morning, he expects Steve to be gone. Thinks they'll never see each other again. But he finds Steve in the kitchen, in his boxers and Eddie's Iron Maiden shirt, making eggs and talking to Wayne like it's the most normal thing in the world.

The next month and a half are the best of Eddie's life. He and Steve spend more time together than they do apart. Nights at Eddie's trailer, in Eddie's bed. Days lounging at the Harrington pool and driving around the nothing that surrounds Hawkins. Sometimes they'll stop in the middle of nowhere, climb on top of the van, and just--be. Steve takes his shirt off, and Eddie traces their names in the sun-soaked freckles, thinking maybe he really gets to have this, have Steve.

It ends as quickly as it started. One morning in September, Steve is cupping Eddie's neck, pulling him in for a goodbye kiss, saying, "sorry, baby, gotta get home for my parents. I'll see you later tonight, yeah?"

Except Eddie doesn't. Eddie doesn't see Steve that night, or the night after, or the night after that. He stops coming around and all Eddie is left with is a broken heart and these piss poor excuses for songs.

He rips out the latest page, waxing lyrical about the wonders of August, and time slipping away, and the boy he'll never forget. Crumples it into a ball and bats it into a pile of junk accumulated in the corner of his room.

Eddie needs a break.

He flies into the living room, snatches up his keys from the floor by the coffee table, and flees his house and all those memories of Steve. It's not like he has anywhere specific to go, so he drives around town, with his windows down and his music up.

His tires screech as he rounds the corner to the video store and arcade. He's not planning on stopping, but honestly, maybe a few rounds of Space Invaders is exactly what he needs.

The van hasn't even come to a stop in the parking spot when his eyes fall on Steve Harrington. He's standing in the middle of the parking lot surrounded by a gang of kids (including some of Eddie's new little sheepies) and Robin Buckley. Steve wears a sunny yellow sweatshirt, tight jeans, and his hair is perfectly coifed, falling in an elegant wave. His hands are on his hips, mouth and brows pinched stern. He's gorgeous, perfect.

It's an assault, an attack, Eddie's entire body shakes as the months they spent together crash over him. He has the van in reverse before he consciously thinks to do so, flooring it out of the space hard enough to burn rubber.

The noise, the speed, it draws the entire group's attention to him.

His eyes meet Steve's.

Time stops and so does he, idling in the middle of the parking lot. For a second, one moment in time, Steve's face falls. His mouth loses that grumpy pinch, his eyebrows drop, his beauty transformed by grief, by fucking longing.

Steve takes a step forward, and Eddie hits the gas, van screaming out of the parking lot. He watches the group shrink in his rearview mirror, sure that he imagined the sorrow in Steve's face, anyway.

They're nothing to each other.

Never were.

By popular request: Part Two

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #oneshot #ficlet #angst #no happy ending #august #summer romance #heartbreak #mutual pining #based on a taylor swift song #i probably went overboard with the references to the lyrics #i'm not sorry #it's about the longing #august slipped away into a moment in time #whatever you do don't think about how the next time they see each other is Eddie pinning Steve to the wall in the boat house

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Track list for Fig and the Cig Figs independently published Junior Year album (officially named “Infaethable”)

Teenage Rebellion

Night Yorb (a heavy metal banger)

Summer Scaries

Devils Nectar

Time Quangle (a love song about Ayda)

Multiclass (Gorgug sings on this!)

The Ballad Of Lucy Frostblade (Kristen was the one who convinced Fig to write this)

So Late, So Tactical

Do You Have A Fucking Warrant

Cassandra (Can You Hear Me)

Hall Of Mirrors

President Applebees (written entirely in the night after Kristen gets elected by a drunk Fig with extremely drunk notes by Kristen)

Raging For Love (inspired by Gorgug, of course)

The Elven Oracle (Has A Day Job) (So Stop Bothering Her)

Maximum Legend

Fury Of The Ball

Cursed

Infaethable

The Bad Kids

#i neeeeed fig to go indie it’s her destiny #she promises each of them that she’ll dedicate at least one song to them and then dedicates a track to each of them individually #sklondas seething a tiny bit that she called riz the ball but he won’t stop playing it so it keeps getting stuck in her head #adaine summons mephits to help with her track #you can hear her in the background near the end yelling ‘yeah!’ and ‘fuck off!’ #fabian wanted his to sound like a shanty but fig said it wouldn’t go with the vibe of the album #they eventually compromised by having the noise of waves and seagulls subtly in the background throughout #kristen actually cried the first time fig played the ballad of lucy frostblade for them #summer scaries sounds like an olivia rodrigo song #gorgug gets a sick drum solo in raging for love #time quangle opens with fire crackling and a bird cawing and a quiet clip of ayda saying ‘I love you’ before the instrumental starts #fig stuck a quiet sound clip of gilear saying ‘oh fuck’ and then a louder sound clip of her saying ‘oh fuck!’ in cursed #devils nectar is one of the slower tracks on the album #hall of mirrors is heavily inspired by the events at evil mordred and baron so you can hear a lot of influences from baronesian music in it #fig has a fucking sick as hell guitar solo and a couple of samples from just the bottomless pit in general in infaethable #Gorthalax also gets some lyrical input on it #fig manages to get a clip of riz saying ‘the ball bitch!’ to kalvaxus in freshman year to put in fury of the ball #is this too long for an album? maybe but who cares I love this #a good portion of the profits made from the album goes towards college for the party #having thoughts about fig and the cig fig’s Junior year album #autism (mads) speaks #fantasy high #fhjy #fig faeth #fantasy high junior year #dimesnion 20 #d20 fantasy high #fig and the cig figs

[newwavesylviaplath]

summertime, and the livin's easy.

#doin time - lana del rey #born to die #btd summer #vintage americana #americana #vintage #lana del rey #60s #50s #coquette #girlblogging #hyper feminine #tumblr girlies #2014 tumblr #lizzy grant #girl interrupted #cinnamon girl #this is a girlblog #female hysteria #sky ferreira #cherries #popsicles #mars argo #nicole dollanganger #2010s nostalgia #lolita1997 #lolita1962 #coca cola #priscilla presley #lyric posting

[thekidsarentalright]

The trumpets bring the angels, but they never came, and no one let them in 'cause they didn't know my name. I know I keep my feelings so tucked away, just another day spent hoping we don't fall apart- So drop a bomb on all the things we dreamed about

#i am my own muse fucking. song of all time. my god #like these lyrics are so. the bridge is SOO??? lets twist the knife like we did last summer. i need to kill myself! #txt #fob #fall out boy #so much (for) stardust #i am my own muse #p: 100

[cimicherrychanga]

Complicated Relationship with God (As Seen Through Lyrics in the Character's Playlist)

#my art #wc #weirdos class #seth #hes SO weird abt religion it drives me insaaaane every time i listen to his playlist im like aughhhh #the complicated relationship is basically 'god never answered my prayers im done trying to believe. i shall take his place #and burn this whole place to the ground to create a new world' hes not okay if u were wonderin <3 #anyways. this collage is an epic rama vulnerable moment ( i am very reluctant to share what music i like beyond certain bands) #(its bc i got made fun of so much for my bad taste </3 so now im embarrassed abt every single thing i like) #showing someone music i enjoy is like. such a big thing for me its like. im entrusting u w rama secrets... #and if ur mean or dismissive i WILL be sads forever. that applies here btw <3 #if any1 is mean abt my lyric choices ill. delete my blog and disappear off the internet forever. okay? #HOWEVER on the same vein. ur invited to tell me if u know the songs...and if u know more than 5 of them we shall have a summer wedding

[tombstoneswerewaiting]

uh peter, u doing okay buddy ??

#sometimes i listen to pete’s lyrics and im like u doing okay? #and other times i listen to them and i relate so hard that im like am i doing okay ? #the answer is probably no to both let’s be honest #fall out boy #fob #pete wentz #patrick stump #andy hurley #joe trohman #from under the cork tree #infinity on high #folie a deux #so much for stardust #mania #lake effect kid #save rock and roll #i’ve got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your mouth (summer song) #7 minutes in heaven (atavan halen) #i’m like a lawyer with the way i’m always trying to get you off (me and you) #bang the doldrums #disloyal order of water buffaloes #alone together #young and menace #super fade #what a time to be alive #the kintsugi kid (ten years)

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

to you (unfinished, off the top of my head) x Fall Out Boy lyrics

in order: (Coffee’s For Closers), Sugar, We’re Going Down, CFC, Thriller, Miss Missing You, w.a.m.s., I Am My Own Muse, w.a.m.s., Favorite Record, CFC

#i know several of these preceded to you unfinished and i also know that several are Not directly from that post #HOWEVER #every time i hear that line in muse i think of it and i am constantly thinking about this specific piece of pete’s poetry echoing #forward and backward throughout their history #i didn’t include saturday bc pete already did. and also i needed sugar in there i think about that SO much #lie on the grass next to the mausoleum // fell asleep on the grass in the summer fest days… WAUGH #also there’s some pretty easy ties to west coast smoker and XO if you wanted to go there but i kinda didn’t #bc that’s the one section that wouldn’t quite fit properly in the layout of this #but ‘’ Wake up on the west coast inside a flask’’ // west coast smoker #and ‘’ The good books in the drawer next to the bed you pissed in’’ // XO chorus #idk i just think about all the parallels A Lot idk if i like the way this turned out or how i cropped everything but like. yeah #it’s 1am this is what i’ve got #Lu rambles #music #fob #fall out boy #pete wentz #web weaving #lyric comps #kinda???

[prommytheus]

1, 2, 3, 4, you’re the one that i adore!

5, 6, 7, 8, it’s you i appreciate!

#verocky #vera x wocky #vera misham #wocky kitaki #my art #vera misham x wocky kitaki #lyrics from summer girl by wrong worshippers #happy very very very late valentines day lol #nobody procrastinates like me #aa4 #ajaa #sorry theyre just adorable and lovely #i did not draw the design on wockys shirt both bc its hella ugly and bc i do NOT have time for that l #wockera

[everloste]

him again i guess

#mine #sketch #jthm #i dont remember the name of the song so youll have to google the lyrics if you care sorry #this image is actually inverted on my canvas so all the words are backwards idk why i did that #i hate summer theres too much day time i feel like i do nothing for hours and then sleep #its only fuckin NOON RIGHT NOW ARE YOU KIDDING ME #its been 85 years since the sun last set #my eyes are Tired

[lazarish]

Everyone is a spider pretending to be a butterfly A web of sweet words

#ts4 #ts4 edit #sims edit #berry sweet sims #laby extra #this edit brought to you by sam wanting to see summer in that hair lmao #also dont read into the lyrics its just a snsd song about butterflies #also g5 heir soft launch??? I think this is the first time shes been on the blog hehe

[empty-dream]

Boys and girls, face forward! Finding hope even in the unbearable heat ↳ Children Record - Jin ft. IA

#kagerou project #children record #kageproedit #myedit #mygif #fav song project #lets go back to the classic MV ok #god those lyrics are not only iconic #it also embodies the spirit of kids who dies in summer time loops

[planet4546b]

one thing taylor swift is good for is a laugh in the middle of a workday

#pers #the lyrics of karma and cruel summer are such a joke i laugh every time they’re on the radio. BRO IS ONTO NOTHINGGGGG

[barrykeohgan]

5SOS5 + Favorite Lyrics

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos lyrics #lyrics #luke hemmings #calum hood #michael clifford #ashton irwin #alternative #all time low #halsey #billie eilish #the 1975 #pale waves #waterparks #harry styles #twenty one pilots #fall out boy #yungblud #lyric edit

[ijustdontlikepeople]

5 Seconds of Summer’s Thin White Lies & Connor McDavid

#connor mcdavid #McDavid #davo #c. McDavid #cm97 #oilers #edmonton oilers #5sos lyrics #5sos #5 seconds of summer #lyrics #hockey #nhl #lyric edits #annies edits #how many times did I listen to twl while making this? plead the 5th your honor

[cigarettesandcloudydays]

Summer in Lana Del Rey songs vol II

I, III, IV

#white mustang #summer bummer #tomorrow never came #change #venice bitch #doin' time #happiness is a butterfly #white dress #lana del rey #lana del rey lyrics #lana del rey songs #lyrics

[swiftlark]

what the fuck was conan thinking when he wrote “i don’t even care if it’s just a summer fling, if it’s all experimental, and you go back to safer things” like who the fuck comes up with that???????

#did he have cameras on me at all times during summer 2022 #conan gray #eliza is speaking now #alley rose #conan gray count ur days #lyrics