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steviewashere · 3 months

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Devotion in the Way We Sway

Rating: General CW: Brief reference to sex, but nothing is shown and it's very vague Tags: Established Relationship, Jazz Music as a Plot Device, Slow Dancing, Love Confessions, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Fluff, Tooth Rotting Fluff

For the @steddielovemonth prompt: "Love is the perfect mixtape."

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He found it while cleaning up the coffee table one evening.

The night had been long and lively. Their friends sharing the space, passing around boxes of pizza, huddled in close, watching a movie and cuddling. There were card games and charades. Raucous laughter. God, there was so much laughter, Steve hadn’t heard anything more delightful. It was chilly beyond the front door, but in the couple hours they were together, everybody’s chests were warm.

And yet, it had to end. Steve gave everybody extensive goodbyes. A warm hand on a shoulder or a tight embrace. Little teasing remark there, something sentimental and on the verge of tears here. Then, he retired back to the living room, garbage bag in hand, tossing what he thought needed to be thrown out.

Beer cans. Soda, half drank. Couple loose Redvine straws. Some sticky globs of slightly melted Junior Mints. The pizza boxes, of course. Bags from breadsticks. Red Solo cups.

But as he passed by the coffee table, bag still in hand, aiming for the front door and down his porch steps and over to the garbage bin at the end of the driveway—there was a little shiny, plastic thing sitting on the surface. He picked it up, recognizing it straight away as a cassette case. And pocketed it. He’ll take a look back upstairs.

And he nearly forgot about it until it clattered to his bedroom carpet, a soft thud. He picked it up once more, twirling it between his fingers. There wasn’t an album card. It was one of those covers for a homemade mixtape, Steve’s known plenty of those placards. Usually, they’d have some sort of name written in sloppy Sharpie. Something like: To My Love, or, For My Sweetheart.

This one didn’t. Which he thought was odd. But further investigation revealed a little scratchy line of text: S Jazz Comp (1).

He recognized it as Eddie’s handwriting. Though, it was still a rather unusual thing. It’s jazz, first of all. And, sure, Eddie’s a music guy, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s also into jazz or contemporary or funk or whatever. He’s typically rock or nothing kinda guy.

So, of course Steve is curious beyond comprehension. He drifts back down the stairs, pajamas on, freshly showered. And stands in front of his parents’ sound system. He pops the tape in, gently spins the volume dial. Stands back from the speakers, plops down onto the carpet, and waits for the sound to hit his ears.

The first voices, Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong, flit to his ears. It’s their rendition of “Cheek to Cheek”. He knows this, he’s heard it before. In fact, he’d told Eddie about it. About the first school dance he’d gone to, barely twelve years old, dressed up in a little suit and tie, but no date. He’d been a wallflower. A sorry cup of sticky, all too sweet punch in his grip. Scuffing his shoes against the waxed gymnasium floor, eyes wandering the crowds of other school kids, all of them smiling softly, twirling in each other’s arms, them laughing. He didn’t like being alone. But the music was enough to satisfy him. He swayed where he stood, eyes pierced to the swirl of his juice. It danced with him. It was romantic, nearly. He was satisfied, he still went home happier than when he arrived.

Eddie promised after the story was told, “We’ll dance to it. I’ll find a way to get that song, and we’ll dance to it.” He brushed his palm over the side of Steve’s head, humming something familiar in his chest, and had easily lulled Steve to sleep. All their promises seem to be made in the dark of each other’s bedrooms, right before they drift away, right when they’re the most vulnerable they can possibly be outside of having sex. He preens at the thought that Eddie remembered. They’ve only been together for a handful of months, and he remembered.

The next song starts. Etta James’, “A Sunday Kind of Love”.

Now, this one was just in passing. They walked past a record store on a day trip in Indianapolis. Seems like their day trips always land there. Steve heard the song playing from the entrance of the store. Maybe it’s the hopeless romantic in him, but he was immediately drawn to it. To the soft instrumental. Etta’s crooning, beautiful as a lake voice. He prevented himself from going in, from buying the song for himself. Prevented his innate urge to sway on the spots. Just patted Eddie on the shoulder, as much contact that wouldn’t be considered suspicious, and told, “I wish we could dance right now.” And kept on walking, leaving Eddie rooted to the spot outside the record shop.

Okay, so the ’S’ on the title of this tape is beginning to make sense. They’re songs that Eddie’s gathered because of Steve. They’re Steve songs. They’re jazz Steve songs.

He wants to cry. Wants to roll around on the floor. Kinda wants to do a few laps around his house.

Just as he gets up to do so, to expel some of the manic energy that’s overcome him, a knock sounds on the door. He doesn’t bother turning the tape off. There’s an easy excuse: “Oh, just going through my mom’s record collection.” But finds that he doesn’t need to explain himself, at least not completely, it’s Eddie on his porch stoop.

The door opens wider, letting Eddie slip through without words. Yet, when it clicks softly back into place and Steve turns around, Eddie is just standing in the foyer. Standing, hands fluttering at his sides, eyes soft and wide, mouth slightly agape. He stutters, “You—You, uh, you found the tape?”

Steve nods. “Yeah, I was cleaning up. It was on the coffee table. Got curious.” He steps into Eddie’s space. Leaving barely a few inches between them. “I didn’t think you remembered,” he whispers.

Eddie guffaws. “You think I wouldn’t?” He asks, wounded. “Think I wouldn’t remember all the times you told me you just wanted to dance? Baby, that hurts,” he states. It’s not genuine hurt, Steve knows this, but it stings a little all the same.

Song switching again—“P.S. I Love You” by Billie Holiday—Steve sways a little closer. “Maybe instead of remembering, we could…actually do some dancing?” He offers, hand already inching to Eddie’s right shoulder blade. He’s not the best at asking people to dance with him, he gets a little awkward, a little clammy. But his sentiments are the same.

His face must be doing something funny, something wonderful. Eddie looks at him in gentle adoration, eyes glistening, relaxed smile. A hand lands on his right side. Fingers rubbing slightly over Steve’s t-shirt. And, for a moment, Steve realizes he must be especially goofy. In his baby blue plaid pajama pants, barefoot against the carpet, a ratty Hawkins High P.E. t-shirt. Hair soft and free of product. In comparison to Eddie’s frizzy hair and his dark blue jeans, a flannel thrown over a black undershirt, his scuffed Reeboks.

The contrast shouldn’t make Steve weak in the knees, but he finds himself collapsing into Eddie’s careful embrace easy enough. They step in tandem. Knees nearly knocking each other. Their free hands grasping to one another, Steve’s arm wrapped under Eddie’s armpit, Eddie’s hand still soft on his waist.

Eddie positively glows in the pale amber light of the foyer. Smile soft, still. He’s all soft. He’s gentle and quiet and wonderful. He’s leaning a little bit closer, whispering against the shell of Steve’s ear, “You’re cute when you get flustered.”

Steve lolls his head into Eddie’s left shoulder. He chuckles. “Never danced before,” he admits shyly. “I skipped prom, y’know?”

“Really? Figured you’d do it at least once,” Eddie breathes. He sets his own head against Steve’s. Leaning into one another.

Shaking his head, Steve states, “I’m a bad dancer. It’s my least charming attribute.”

“Could’a fooled me,” Eddie chuckles. “You’re a natural, sweetheart.” He goes quiet for a little bit. Melting into the dance, relaxing against Steve just as Steve relaxes against Eddie. They’re boneless to one another. “What d’ya think of the tape?” He hesitantly asks.

“I like it so far,” Steve answers.

And then they go quiet again. Really letting the music drench their skin. He’s content in the moment. Drawn into Eddie’s embrace. If you had asked Steve of several years ago about his future, he’d probably say something stupid like working for his dad. Maybe getting married to a girl, settling down. As if he isn’t freshly twenty. But, he likes the—favors the—detour his path took. Eddie Munson is a hopeless romantic, much to his surprise. He’s warm and gentle when he wants to be. His fingers know how to soothe the aches in Steve’s coiled tight soul. Brushing his skin with his fingertips, squeezing his waist. Humming in Steve’s close ear.

The song shifts. This time, it’s “I Love My Baby” by Nina Simone. Yet, instead of her voice through the speakers, it’s Eddie’s slightly rough, deep voice. His low timber, as if he recorded this laying in bed, middle of the night. As if he sang into his tape recorder between nightmares, trying to find the come down. As if he sang because all he could think about, as Steve likes to think about, the warm embrace they share.

Eddie tenses slightly in Steve’s hold. But Steve only squeezes in tighter. Shifting his head against Eddie’s shoulder, kissing the joint through the flannel. He sighs, “You must really like me.”

“Hm?” Eddie squeak-hums.

“You must really like me,” Steve reiterates. “Y’know, to sing for me?” He sighs again. “Must love me.” There’s only an ounce of insecurity to his voice.

But Eddie susses it out. Because of course he does. Because some days, when Steve gets too deep in his own conscious, Eddie knows him better. “Yeah, baby, I really do. Love you, I mean,” he whispers. They sway for a few beats more. Before, abruptly, Eddie states, “I used to hate the idea of marriage.”

“What?” Steve finds himself laughing out. Out of nerves, mostly. Out of humor from the extreme change in subject. “What are you—“

“My parents, their marriage sucked,” Eddie speeds through. His voice only a hushed thing. Almost tiptoeing, pulling apart Steve’s brain to see if what he’s saying is okay. It is, of course it is, but Steve fills with sadness still. “It sucked. They were awful together. But I—Despite that, some days I think marriage is nice.”

Steve presses his cheek against Eddie’s. His rough stubble scratching Steve’s freshly shaven jawline. “Why’s that?” He finds himself breathing. “Feel like that would be your nightmare,” he explains a little, “the conformity of it, or whatever.”

Eddie chuckles lightly. “You’re right a little bit. Maybe I don’t like the idea of spending too much money on basically just the paper to admit my love. But…With the right person, I could be convinced.” He turns his head, pecking Steve’s cheek. Resting back into their swaying hold, he whispers, “With you, I’m convinced.”

He can’t help it, the tears that sting the corners of his eyes. The lump that he has to swallow past in his throat. He clears around it, croaking, “Really?”

Eddie nods. “Yeah,” he easily whispers. “If we could, right now, I’d marry you in a fucking heartbeat, Stevie. It’s—“ He laughs at himself. His little condescending, self-deprecating one. One that crumbles Steve a little every time he does it. “It’s stupid early for that kinda thing, I know that,” he breathes. “I know that, but I—God, Steve. With you, something’s different. You feel like…You’re love personified, I don’t know.

“Am I fucking everything up? Please—Actually, don’t tell me. Just dance.”

With every fiber in Steve’s body, he wishes they could meld souls or something. He can’t get any closer in this hold, there’s no more places to be pressed, but if he could reach out and massage Eddie’s soul, he would. By God, he would.

He sniffles something wet and that’s when Eddie pulls away. But before he can ask anything, Steve is setting both of his hands on Eddie’s cheeks, pulling him in. Pulling him in close, enough that when their lips meet, his nose plunges into Eddie’s skin, popping it, smashing it into oblivion. He kisses with fervor, yet holding him gently. He may break with the sentiment.

Eddie’s own hands come up, one over Steve’s right, the other caressing the back of his head. He responds, he always responds. But when he pulls away, “You’re crying,” he utters, “Baby, why—You’re crying.”

“Happy tears,” Steve chokes, “Eddie, god, they’re so fucking happy.”

In return, Eddie can only smile. He pecks the tip of Steve’s nose. His thumb sweeps over Steve’s skin. His right hand tangles into his hair. “I want everything with you,” he whispers, “I want it all, sweetheart. You make me so fucking happy.”

Later, when they’re tangled in bed—sweat drenched, cooling on the sheet, passionate with hickeys to show for it—Eddie holds Steve to his torso. Laying him over the length of it. Their hearts rabbit against each other. A hand runs soothingly over Steve’s back. Another scratches at his scalp. “The mixtape,” he starts. “What’d you really think of it?” The insecurity is gone from his voice. Lost somewhere between the last dance and clothes being peeled.

Steve’s fingers sketch the outline of Eddie’s scars. He sighs in contentment. “It’s perfect,” he whispers. “You’re perfect.” And he kisses Eddie’s chest, his pulse hot and fast over Steve’s lips. “At Last”, Etta once more, flitters from downstairs.

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#stranger things #steddie #fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddielovemonth #day 8 #the perfect mixtape #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #jazz as a plot device lmao

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writingfics-passingtime · 10 months

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Hello my love!! For the mistake prompts:

Miracle Baby by Nothing but Thieves + Dealers choice!

This is such a fun idea😮‍💨 Happy drabbles!

Wasting My Time

This drabble is part of JJ’s Mixtape - a mini series based on my followers’ favourite songs and characters. You can read more of them here!

Song Prompt: Miracle Baby

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader (romantic, no pronouns used but disclaimer that this one feels more female-implied than others)

Word Count: ~1450

CW: Swearing, mentions of drugs, explicitly implied sex

Note: First, I love the subtle roast calling this a “mistake prompt” thank you Ella 😂 this song is so cool and gave me hazy dive bar feelings, and going-home-with-hot-stranger feelings. Hope you enjoy!

Matt hated things like this.

His fingers idly tapped against the cool condensation blanketing the beer bottle on the bar in front of him, halfway torn between thinking about his trial in the morning and debating whether to go out tonight. Either way, he was itching to leave.

It was loud. The obnoxious kind of loud, not the kind where you could feel the appreciation for life and joy and merriment. Being dragged along to these stupid law school alumni mixers was the worst way to spend a Sunday evening. Yeah, you hated things like this.

But you’d just spotted the perfect distraction.

At your 10 o’clock. Tall, dark, handsome, sitting alone at the bar. Better yet, he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but here, so, common ground.

You made your way through the masses, through the thick and clogged atmosphere saturated with terrible work-related jokes and the desperation to impress. Everyone else was in a sea of familiar faces but not you. You didn’t go to Columbia for law school. You only came because your roommate was too shy to come alone and promised she wouldn’t abandon you the exact way she did about five minutes ago.

Besides, you’d only lived in New York for three months and you’d spent so much energy settling into your dream law job that you hadn’t given much attention to making friends. Or to sex. But that was about to change.

Hence, the lone wolf at the bar.

After ordering some kind of sour cherry and lime cocktail with an over-the-top name, you settled on the stool next to the man. He didn’t acknowledge you and a quick glance at his walking stick gave you an indication as to why not.

“Let me guess,” you turned your head towards him and he looked your way. “Criminal law?”

He nodded, smiling with half his mouth. “What gave it away: the cheap suit, or the air of constant dread?”

You laughed, and the sound of it made Matt’s smile crack open. “You didn’t hand me a business card the second I sat down. And the lack of white powder around your nose.”

He laughed back, and you were successfully distracted.

His name was Matt, you soon learned. Past knowing he practised criminal law and that he graduated from Columbia you learned nothing more about his law career. You told him you were new in town, he told you he’d lived here his whole life, you told him you were grateful to meet someone so normal who’s been around forever and still thinks this city is worth staying in. He asked you why you chose New York and you said it just seemed like the right place to be. You couldn’t explain in. You blushed when you admitted it and your heartbeat picked up, so maybe you were doubting that decision.

He asked you about your hometown and turned his body completely towards you. You told him about it, about escaping on scholarship to Princeton, and your knees were soon gently resting against his. Somewhere throughout the course of the conversation, he rolled the sleeves of his white dress shirt up to just below his elbows. He took his time, made a subtle show of it.

You sipped slowly, Matt noticed; you weren’t here to get drunk. The citrus of your drink complimented the lavender in your shampoo, body wash, whatever the fuck it was that was the calmest thing in this place. It was clear you two were getting on well. So much so, no one bothered you.

Finally, he asked: “Where do you practise?”

“Nuh-uh,” you shook your head and pulled a knotted cherry stem from your teeth. “You and I are having a nice conversation here, Matt,” you chuckled. “All I do, all fucking day, is talk about law, think about law, breathe the fucking law-”

He grinned and held up an apologetic hand. “Message received.”

“Let’s talk about anything else.”

“Okay,” he held up that same hand towards you, putting the ball squarely in your court. “Shoot.”

You narrowed your eyes and twirled the stem between your fingertips. After a moment of contemplation, knowing very well where this may lead, you decided that this tall, dark and handsome distraction was worth the risky line.

“Do you think you could beat a grizzly bear in a fight?”

His eyebrows shot up but he didn’t stutter. “Excuse me?”

“No weapons. Pure brawn. One-on-one. Who wins, you or the bear?”

“The bear,” he waved his hand decisively. “No question.”

“Thank god,” you breathed in relief, nursing a smirk behind the stem in your fingers. His puzzled look was his question, so you answered. “Six percent of American men think they could beat a grizzly bear in a fight. Which means, there are about…” you looked around in a estimate head count, “four men in this bar who vastly overestimate their abilities.”

Matt bumped his eyebrows. Another question.

“I’m just making sure you’re not one of the four,” you said after another sip. Your glass was almost empty.

“Oh?” Matt cocked his head and found himself drawn in closer. “And why is that?”

You placed your now-empty glass down, letting it hit with a finality against the wooden bar. “Forgive me if I read you wrong, just seemed like you were searching for a reason to get the hell outta here too.”

Matt let your comment linger, and lifted the bottle to his lips to take another swig. He drained the last little bit and placed it on the counter next to yours. Your heart was beating pretty fast and you tried to calm your cherry-stained breathing, tried to look cool and collected. You wanted him, and you were the perfect distraction.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

Your breath in was shaky. Risky. No one else would’ve heard it.

“I’m just making sure I’m not wasting my time,” you said. “It’s not usually that fun, going home with a man who thinks they’re more capable than they actually are.”

He laughed once through his nose and pulled his beaten leather wallet from his coat pocket, placing thirty on the table to cover his beer, your cocktail and a tip for the bartender. “Trust me, sweetheart,” he stood and held his open palm out to you. You took his hand and left your stool with your coat and bag over your other arm. He leaned down, leaned in, so you could hear his husky promise over the sound of the bar. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

Sufficed to say, you had never met a more capable man.

His place was nice, his sheets were clean, he was strong and generous and attentive and that was a big problem. Because this was supposed to just be a distraction. A one-night thing. But it was hard to leave his bed at two thirty in the morning, it felt like tearing yourself away. And that was a problem.

Stay, he’d said. He had fresh towels, a toothbrush, he’d call you a cab in the morning after he’d made you coffee. I can’t, you said. On any other night you would have, but tomorrow was a big day. He understood, didn’t press the matter, and he called you a cab after wishing you a twenty-minute goodbye.

It was only at quarter to nine that same morning, when you were walking up the front steps with a takeaway coffee in hand, that you realised you didn’t have any way to contact him other than through your roommate, who might have his information. You didn’t even know Matt’s last name.

Matt thought about you as Foggy prepped the client in hushed whispers from the defence table. As he straightened files and pens and his personal voice recorder, he wondered when he’d run into you again. You’d been a good distraction. Too good. It was like you were still next to him, like he could still smell the cherry and lime, the lavender and honey and-… wait.

You settled next to your boss and put thoughts of last night out of your head, ready and focused to take on the day. It was a big one. For the first time since moving to New York, you were the lead on a case.

Matt’s mind raced as he listened to every whisper in the courtroom, and as he listened to them hush as the judge kicked off proceedings from the bench.

“Are we ready to begin?” Judge Wallace asked in a deadpan, looking straight to the defence’s table. Foggy stood.

“Defence is ready, Your Honour.”

From fifteen feet away, Matt heard the prosecutor stand. He closed his eyes behind his glasses and held in a sigh when he heard your voice say:

“Thank you, Your Honour. The State is ready to proceed.”

Oh… fuck.

#spicy matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock Drabble #matt Murdock x you #daredevil x you #daredevil x reader #i love enemies to lovers but is this the opposite ???#Yes I’ve been gone for three plus months #But im just in the mood to write today #and I’m on a Matt Murdock high right now #Marvel x reader #JJ’s mixtape

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elekinetic · 1 year

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i'm el/ella (name, not pronouns en español). here's some stuff i've made. enjoy!

fics.

please say i'm young enough — will is gay. robin knows. or, robin and will go on a supply run. set in post-season 4 apocalyptic hawkins. afraid of what might be — max is going to die. she says her piece. or, max's season 4 letters. letter to el. letter to mike. <- tumblr links (bonus: el's letter to max) ficlet: three words — mike struggles to write a simple sentence. ficlet: happy birthday will — a letter from mike's pocket

scripts.

episode 3 opening scene — season 5 mike & will - medbay — season 5 mike, will & joyce - lovers' lake — season 5 teens + the party argue — season 5 el and mike: painting — season 5 steve & eddie at a bar — AU mike & will in the upside down — season 5 mike and lucas fight — season 5 byers' lenora morning — pre-season 4 master of puppets — season 5 christmas 1988: the party — post-canon will's birthday, 1987 — post-canon mike & will, early morning nightmares — season 5 will & max bond — season 5 mike and will - motel — season 4 el's new friend — season 5/AU mike & el argue — season 5 mike & will, high in the desert — season 4 jancy storms out — season 5 jonathan and robin bonding + extra — season 5

lucas’ vecna vision - season 5

edits.

god, it's brutal out here (party + teens) nothing more than that (byler)

misc.

writing advice (how i outline for scripts & prose)

what your assigned stranger things fave means about you quiz (brutally honest) moodboards stranger things dnd classes

spotify: ella, maybe.

elcore (el) (bonus: el's driving mixtape) dnd books in the donation box (will) four letter words (mike) madmax (max)

i heard the tore down the old swing-set. please help me build a new one. (byler) l&m (lumax) i like presents too (elmike)

pov: you're the music supervisor for stranger things 5 spring break 86 (non-evil version)

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 1 year

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my official reasonings/ramblings for why each song on my steddie playlist was added because the brainrot is real (this list is constantly being updated!)

i tried to keep this as close to the actual time frame as possible, but any song can be a steddie song since eddie is actually alive and well ofc 🥰

any song with just the reasoning being “Steve” or “Eddie” means it’s a song on that’d i think would be on their playlist/they’d listen to and may or may not think about the other while they do

Eddie My Love - The Chordettes duh. but also this is the song Steve puts on the jukebox in response to the scenario below with ‘Hey Lover’ (here’s a drabble I wrote for this and ‘Hey Lover’)

I Was Made For Lovin' You - KISS Eddie’s Steve song; part of my #steddieweek2023 fic

Mary On A Cross - Ghost Literally all the first steddie edits I saw on tiktok were to this song

Hey Lover - The Daughters of Eve I have an scenario in my head of Eddie putting this song on a jukebox in a small diner, saying “hey that sounds like you Stevie” at the line “You don’t have to be a king” and blushing like crazy when Steve smirks and asks “You trying to tell me something, Munson?” (here’s a drabble I wrote for this and ‘Eddie My Love’’)

Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon this tiktok by luna.weasley11 that says it sounds like Eddie singing

Never Ever Getting Rid of Me - Waitress Soundtrack POV, Eddie singing this to Steve because Eddie didn’t die and Steve and Robin work at a diner now, fight me.

Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus Eddie singing about Steve; Steve comes to Eddie at prom (Steve is chaperoning or is Robin’s date idk) and invites him to an Iron Maiden concert. basically this post by erlij on twitter (the twt post was what i saw first, but they also posted it here on tumblr (@erlie))

Pour Some Sugar On Me - Def Leppard Eddie

You Shook Me All Night Long - AC/DC Eddie

Head Over Heels - Tears for Fears Steve’s Eddie song; part of my #steddieweek2023 fic

Angeleyes - ABBA AU where King Steve and Eddie meet earlier and maybe fool around and this is Eddie after King Steve drops him (don’t worry they still get together later after Steve isn’t a complete ASS.).

Cry Little Sister - Gerard McMann Kas!Eddie vibes also Lost Boys?? Hello?? - also this vid from @verk0my of steve meeting vamp eddie the first time

Lay All Your Love On Me - ABBA Steve

Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears For Fears Steve’s “Heat of the Moment”/groundhog day song from “The Lathe” by @palmviolet on AO3

1985 - Bo Burnham duh

Master of Puppets - Metallica DUH

Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) - Kate Bush duh, but also this Kas!Eddie x Steve fanvid by @softoreos on youtube

Psycho Killer - Talking Heads was in the show, but I added it to this playlist because of this tiktok by roguealien (@rogue-alien here on tumblr)

Take on Me - a-ha Steve

Somebody To Love - Queen duh, but also: don’t watch this Ella Enchanted AU vid by roguealien on tiktok and then DON’T think about this song/scene in the movie but steddie

Take My Breath Away - Berlin duh

Bad Habit - Steve Lacy Steve to Eddie when he finds out Eddie had a crush on him and was too late to do anything about it either due to canon or because Eddie’s in a coma from his injuries

Voulez-Vous - ABBA added because I read this fic by @bmodiwrites where Eddie walks in on Dustin and Steve singing and dancing to this while cooking and it sends Eddie into a mixtape-making spiral

Eddie Baby - Felix Hagen & the Family AU where the fruity four go see Corroded Coffin play at some gay bar in Indianapolis’ open mic night and after Corroded Coffin plays, Steve, Robin, and Nancy surprise Eddie by being the next act to go up on stage; Steve singing as a confession to Eddie, Robin and Nancy as his backup/band! I finally wrote this!! tumblr | AO3

You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) - Dead Or Alive Steve’s “Oh shit I have a crush on Eddie Munson” song

Kiss the Go-Goat - Ghost seen this used in steddie edits

Tainted Love - Soft Cell Eddie with his big ol’ pining crush on Steve

I Ran (So Far Away) - Flock of Seagulls Eddie coded: “Outside of D&D, I am no hero. I see danger and I just turn heel and run. Or at least that's what I've learned about myself this week.”. also, “..with auburn hair and tawny eyes” is obv. about Steve

Play With Me - Extreme Eddie

Hungry Eyes - Eric Carmen Steve

This Charming Man - The Smiths Steve coded

Heart Of Glass (Live) - Miley Cyrus the song fits the era, but this is the version I like better tbh

Spillways - Ghost idk, i like it and I think Eddie’d like Ghost in the future

Don’t You Want Me - The Human League classic 80s song

Super Freak - Rick James classic 80s song (also I love the Hillywood ST parody vid)

Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Queen DUH

As the World Falls Down - David Bowie, Labyrinth HELLO?? JARETH!EDDIE AND SARAH!STEVE?? “I will be there for you as the world falls down”??? editing this one to add THIS BEAUTIFUL ART BY @vesperalhemlock

The Power Of Love - Huey Lewis & The News perfect for S3 steddie!

Can’t Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon classic 80s song, plus a fic of the same name by @steddieasitgoes where Steve finds a mix tape Eddie Made about him and this song is on the tape twice because Eddie is that down bad for him

I’m Still Standing - Elton John fits both of them, Steve after having gone through all the upside-down bullshit, Eddie still standing tall after everything he’s been through

Le Hace Falta Un Beso - EL Chapo De Sinaloa this tiktok/meme by littlecorvo also i’m in LOVE with hispanic!Eddie

Watching Over Me - Radio Company i used this song for the title to my destiel!steddie fic bc it's a super destiel coded song by jackles himself!!

The King Has Lost His Crown - ABBA STEVE’S SONG FR ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? ABBA?? The title?? “The world is upside-down”?? In the words of my friend Eli (@transizzyhands): “I can’t believe abba invented Steve harrington”; now part of my #steddieweek2023 fic

Rainbow in the Dark - Dio Eddie

Last Christmas - Wham! idk, i’ve seen edits of them to this song and also i love this song lmao

Hopelessly Devoted To You - Olivia Newton-John Sandy!Steve x Danny!Eddie

SOS - ABBA Steve pining after Eddie even though he’s gone

Acolyte - Slaughter Beach, Dog “Eddie, I want you to marry me, we’ll wait a few years, I don’t mean to frighten you, I just wanna be clear.” (this specific vid by tubesock_ (@tubesock86 here on tumblr) made me add this to the playlist!)

Your Love - The Outfield Steve

More Than a Feeling - Boston classic

Is This Love - Whitesnake there was a specific video by chloeeerenee on tiktok that made me add this song to the playlist but it has since been deleted 😔; also part of my #steddieweek2023 fic

Love Bites - Judas Priest Kas/Vampire!Eddie x Steve vibes, this art by @eddiemunsonrulesmylife, ALSO THE ART FROM THIS ALBUM IS A POSTER IN EDDIE’S TRAILER FROM THE ST SET

Every Breath You Take - The Police this is giving either ghost!eddie still watching over steve OR steve pining after eddie from afar as far back as S2

Kickstart My Heart - Motley Crue i originally thought Eddie would’ve liked this song, but now i’m thinking that steve is the one that ends up liking it and is like ‘oh, you like this right? this is metal?’ and Eddie has to be all 😬😬😬 ‘yeah stevie, i love this song’

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen THEM!! classic 80s song, also this vid by roguealien

Honey, Honey - ABBA Steve

Camel by Camel - Mix Vocal - Sandy Marton this video by @/marcluvr on tiktok

Rock You LIke A Hurricane - Scorpions Eddie

Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy) - John Lennon them ❤️ also this edit vid with the album by lordnessly

You Really Got Me - Van Halen Eddie

Starman - David Bowie from a Instagram story by @szczurherbacany; when they posted the first pic on this insta post, had this song on it!! basically, steve's moles/freckles are constellations

Take A Chance On Me - ABBA Eddie wanting Steve to take a chance on him

Turbo Lover - Judas Priest this art by @eddiemunsonrulesmylife

Owner of a Lonely Heart - Yes Steve

Freaks - Surf Curse Eddie coded

Going to Georgia - The Mountain Goats the song for the songfic title “the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you” and its sequel “frozen with joy right where i stand” by @greatunironic ; AKA steddie fic royalty

The Promise - When In Rome this tiktok from nextjen

(I Just) Died In Your Arms - Cutting Crew Kinda literal lmao sorry

Sweet Leaf - Black Sabbath In my fave steddie fic “The Shire is NOT on Fire” by @kissesforcas, Steve tells Eddie that this song reminds him of his love (Eddie); it makes sense when you read it!.

For Whom The Bell Tolls - Metallica Eddie’d love this song but also this vid specifically from @toktopus-art

Ballroom Blitz - Sweet idk why but this is giving me fruity four vibes OR will be the song that will be playing during S5’s big fight™ and we find out eddie’s still alive and the big fight™ is the party vs. kas!eddie and vecna

Shout - Tears For Fears Steve

Somebody’s Watching Me - Rockwell this vid by roguealien

Dancing In the Dark - Bruce Springsteen Steve coded in general also this art by @mankanar

You’re The One That I Want - John Travolta, Olivia Newton-John Sandy!Steve x Danny!Eddie in general, specifically this vid and this vid from toktopus-art

Lovesong - The Cure duh

This Year - The Mountain Goats this vid by roguealien

I Will Follow Him - Peggy March this vid by roguealien

Be My Baby - The Ronettes part 4 to my mixtape fic!

Take Me Home Tonight - Eddie Money duh! but also i added this to my #steddieweek2023 fic!

Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode this vid by vimenage is what made me add this song to the playlist!

I’m Still Here (Jim’s Theme) - Treasure Planet soundtrack Eddie coded; seriously makes me emotional thinking about Eddie singing this like wtf

Rewrite The Stars - The Greatest Showman soundtrack in my head this is a AU where Steve is the rich boy that falls for acrobat Eddie; Steve joins the show just as staff to get away from his Dad/family, travel with the show and to learn more about the absolutely enchanting trapeze artist (like Ewan McGregor does in Big Fish but his love is in the show he’s working for). Steve wants to go all in in their relationship and Eddie is wary because he doesn’t trust rich boy Steve (at first) and also he is more cautious of how their relationship would be perceived to anyone outside the showgrounds/performers/their friends and pushes him away because of it.

I Won’t Say I’m in Love - Hercules Soundtrack DUH!!! A classic song for any ship; Eddie is Meg and Steve is Hercules obv. w/ corroded coffin and/or robin and dustin are the muses being like, “we all know you’re down bad for the big hunky jock you can’t fool us eddie.”; bonus! i wrote this!

Misunderstanding - Ninja Sex Party classic angst song (this version cause I personally prefer it over the original)

Radio Ga Ga - Queen I feel like they’d both love this song

Agora Te Puedes Marchar - Luis Miguel this edit from moonysmunson

Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper Steve after Eddie died 🙃

I Want to Know What Love Is - Foreigner Steve when he’s going through is sexuality crisis/figuring out his crush on Eddie

Careless Whisper - Wham! 😏

Crazy For You - Madonna Steve

Heaven - Bryan Adams future steddie!!!! 😭😭😭

St. Elmo’s Fire (Man in Motion) - John Parr Steve coded, thinking he’s the only one who can save everyone and once it’s all over, just being on top of the world being with Eddie and getting the fuck away from his fuckass dad

Broken Wings - Mr. Mister

I Can’t Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch) - Four Tops Eddie has a soft spot for sappy oldies

All I Ask Of You - Phantom of the Opera soundtrack added this for the steddie fic i wrote where Eddie was a theater kid in school and steve fell for him when he saw Eddie play the Phantom

Necesito Decirte - Conjunto Primavera my hubby found this song after looking for it for a while and the lyrics fit a lost depressed steve after eddie is gone

Tragos Amargos - Ramon Ayala sad sappy songs for eddie music hc, but this time it’s hispanic!eddie(, my love)

Quién Como Tú - Ana Gabriel this vid by corvus_chronicles on tiktok (@corvuschronicles here on tumblr) with hispanic eddie jamming to this while cleaning 🥰

If I Could Turn Back Time - Cher timeloop fics 🫠🙃

Alone - Heart this vid by @becomingfoxes that made me realize i hadn’t put this on my playlist yet????

Bigger Than The Whole Sky -Taylor Swift this edit by mira (@/hellfiresteddie on twitter) FUCKING HELL ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH THIS BULLSHIT??? ALSO @strawberryspence and @undreaming-fanfiction's fic of the same name

Welcome to the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance this video 🙃🙃

Teenager in Love - Dion & The Belmonts they really do just be two teenagers in love?? also see prev. explanations about Eddie having a soft spot for sappy oldies because of Wayne

Love is a Battlefield - Pat Benatar Steve

Boys Don’t Cry - The Cure Steve

Wouldn’t It Be Nice - The Beach Boys It really would be nice if they could just be in love and happy, wouldn’t it?? sorrynotsorry about making this happy sounding song sad

The End of the World - Skeeter Davis Steve being in his feels after Eddie’s gone (Believe it or not, I don’t really like angst, I promise! idk what’s up with me lmao)

Can’t Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley they really can’t lol

Holding Out for a Hero - Bonnie Tyler Steve deserves a bashing in some UD monsters heads montage to this song; now also included in part 5 of my mixtape fic!

Lady Stardust - David Bowie this tweet about how this song is Flight Risk steddie coded

Something About You - Level 42 Steve

Into the Groove - Madonna Steve

How Will I Know - Whitney Houston Steve

Always Something There to Remind Me - Naked Eyes after eddie dies, steve seeing things everywhere that remind him of eddie

Like a Prayer - Madonna “I’m down on my knees, i wanna take you there”?? 👀

The Man Who Sold the World - David Bowie it’s giving witness protection eddie, maybe WP eddie that even the party thought died but then find him again??

Heartbeat - Wham! this vid by rachelismommytbh on tiktok that inspired my #steddieweek2023 fic!

My Boyfriend’s Back - The Angels this vid 🤗 by @ranebowstitches on tiktok

Out of Touch - Daryl Hall and John Oates Steve worried he might not have the time to get to know the guy that may or may not have made him realize things about himself after the world didn't end. now also part of my #steddieweek2023 fic

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos this video from @sam-loves-seb that made me bawl uncontrollably!

Your Kind of Lover - Freddie Mercury this tiktok from @miserablekingsteve ; and now in my #steddieweek2023 fic

Underground - Cody Fry this video by @maatdraws

Object of My Desire - Starpoint this vid that pointed out this is canon Steve music; it plays in the car in s4 e1!

Self Control - Laura Branigan

True - Spandau Ballet

Stephen - Ke$ha you can't tell me that eddie wouldn't sing steve's name to him in this exact tone whenever he sees him after hearing this (either modern au or ELND and they are together through the 2010s etc.)

People Are People - Depeche Mode steve internally being like 'damn why does eddie hate me sm?' i.e. before getting together, after vecna, eddie is still wary of "King Steve"

Forever - KISS this HC post from @undreaming-fanfiction about steve and eddie's first dance to this song at their wedding; now also my #steddieweek2023 fic

The Trooper - Iron Maiden eddie would BODY this guitar!! also this is from the same album that eddie grabs from robin and says "THIS. IS. MUSIC."

Runnin' with the Devil - Van Halen I can see Eddie blasting this through town just to see how offended people get, leaning into the rumors and all that; now also because of my #steddieweek2023 fic

Kiss On My List - Daryl Hall & John Oates Steve; also in my #steddieweek2023 fic

Faithfully - Journey in my head, this one goes like this: at the end of one of his shows, rockstar!eddie says "okay guys, we're about done here, and there's just one more song i want to play for you. it's a little outside of our normal type of thing, but there's a very special someone out there in the crowd who just loves these guys... so, to stevie, thank you for sticking by me through the absolute hell that touring can be, thank you for always being there for me in general really.." he chuckles into the mic, "anyway, this one's for you sunshine." he goes to leave the mic but comes back to mumble out a "also, please don't sue us, journey." and plays this for his steve ❤

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper tbh i’m getting girls day/sleepover at steve’s (robin, nancy, erica, el, max) and he gets pulled into a dance party/sing-off to this song, and afterwards, while they are giving him a makeover, tells the rest of them about his crush on eddie (robin already knows obv)

I Want It All - Queen

Everybody Needs - Danny Elfman this video from @/havisham.hfc on tiktok

Easy Lover - Philip Bailey, Phil Collins

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go - Wham! Steve (duh), but also tbh i saw this edit of my original blorbos and i immediately thought but what if also steddie??

Hold The Line - TOTO “love isn’t always on time”?? it’s giving canon ending to s4 and steve realizing his feelings too late 🙃 also, now in my #steddieweek2023 fic

American Pie - Don McLean this vid by @strawberryspence

Stand by Me - Ben E. King i saw a top 10 songs of the 60s and for some reason this one made my brain go brrrrrrrsteddiebrrrrr

La vie en rose - Louis Armstrong from @ohliooh’s playlist for their fic One Need Not Be A House 🙃

Livin’ on a Prayer - Bon Jovi this post by @sparrowtapes, duh of course steve has a crush on eddie cause he also has a crush on bon jovi

Uptown Girl - Billy Joel steve is the uptown girl he (eddie) is singin' about obv

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths steve just wanting to get out of his house and away from his lonely thoughts, even before steddie, just being out doing nothing with eddie starts to mean everything to him

Dreams - Van Halen steddie talking about getting their dreams of getting out of hawkins, even before steddie happens

At Last - Etta James my #steddieweek2023 fic

Remains of the Day - Danny Elfman this original corpse groom au by @undreaming-fanfiction that inspired this continuation i did covering the remains of the day scene!!

For the Dancing and the Dreaming - How To Train Your Dragon 2 soundtrack this video by @/stevie.boy_19 on tiktok that WRECKED me 🥰 also included it in my fic here

You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi this video by @/mione.ae on tiktok 🥵🥵

A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into - Be More Chill soundtrack this video by @toktopus-art

I’ve Got You Under My Skin - Michael Bublé the song from ‘The Proposal’ and the title for @strawberryspence ‘s fic of the same name. the most bestest, most important most au fic ever

Hysteria - Def Leppard this tiktok from @/doodle_soup72

Burnin' for You - Blue Oyster Cult

Lovers In A Dangerous Time - Bruce Cockburn suggested by this lovely anon, these lyrics are super steddie coded

In My Head - Joe Sarafini & Andrew Barth Feldman this video by @/usu_mimi on tiktok (i’ve been assuming this is @usumimi here on tumblr!)

Poison - Alice Cooper Eddie being mad at being down bad for Steve, everything about him being dangerous for Eddie to have feelings for. like, s1 era

Everywhere - Fleetwood Mac Steve AND Eddie (surprisingly/not surprisingly; it's Wayne's fault he likes Stevie Nicks, okay?)

Shadows of the Night - Pat Benetar Steve

Foolish Heart - Steve Perry Steve

Renegade - Styx i've had this one associated with spn/the winchesters in my brain for so long but this post by @roykentt made me see that it's also eddie's song fr fr fr

Never Ending Song - Conan Gray this video from naysa on tiktok that made it so now all i can think of is eddie when i hear this lmao

Would That I - Hozier this video from @tubesock86

Indiana Wants Me - Eddie Taylor this video and art from @rogue-alien

Love Me Like There’s No Tomorrow - Freddie Mercury their last night together bc they decided they just don’t work anymore, or eddie is being hauled off into witness protection and won’t be allowed to see steve anymore, hell, even a “you’re getting married tomorrow morning and this is our last night together” vibe. and then i cried.

Dance the Night Away - Freddie Mercury

Work Song - Hozier i got a brainworm about this song and wrote this thing

When I See You Smile - Bad English

If You Love Me (Really Love Me) - Brenda Lee

Back to the Old House - The Smiths this video by @/eliminatolives on tiktok

Little Lies - Fleetwood Mac from this tiktok that i could 100% see being a years later meet cute between the boys (eddie is dancing in the middle of the aisle lmao)

Cheri Cheri Lady - Modern Talking

Talking In Your Sleep - The Romantics steve

Freak of the Week - Freak Kitchen idk i just love this song and i could totally see this beinga song/video Corroded Coffin would do. can you imagine the animated versions of the boys in this video?? iconic

Here I Go Again - Whitesnake

The Boys Of Summer - Don Henley classic song, theme song for summer fling fics in my head (also the title song for this fic by steveharringtoned)

Give Him A Great Big Kiss - The Shangri-Las this little thing by @thefatedthoughtofyou

I Think We're Alone Now - Tommy James & The Shondells

Dial Drunk - Noah Kahan king steve song fr, i hc the person he's calling is his mom and she doesn't answer or tells Hop to just leave him there to teach him a lesson or smth (completely ignoring the fact that he's a high schooler getting drunk on the regular). i have more thoughts about an au where steve writes this song and eddie is a more established star who adds his vocals to it as a re-release but that's for another time.

Run Away to Mars - TALK for this thing i wrote of eddie being the one to sing this about steve

Sherry - Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons tbh i just like this song, but also i can see either finding out the other does too and starting to sing along to it but replacing 'sherry' with 'eddie' or 'stevie' lmao

Holy Diver - Dio duh

Seek & Destroy - Metallica kas!eddie comeback theme song. he and his army of demobats are hunting down the hawkins gang, montage of them all fighting, ending when eddie finds steve backed into a corner with only his bat >:)

As Long As It's Not About Love - Dio from this post by @novakiart

To Be Young Again - Holy Wire this sounds like steddie finding each other again after being something back in the day and now they are wistful about what could have been and also what was

#steddie #mine #steddie playlist #spotify #spoofy #steve harrington #eddie munson #st #stranger things #st hc #stranger things hc #stranger things playlist #ref #Spotify

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Alright I’ve gone fully fandom unhinged and made a playlist for the first time since the year of our lord 2008 or so.

AKA - Aziraphale's Road Trip Mixtape

AKA - The Bentley is a Correct Bitch 💅

This is about 98% serious and 2% shitpost. You have been warned. The shitpost bit is (mostly) placed at the end so uh, apologies to those of you who don’t pay for Spotify and shall have the shitsong(s) sprung upon you at random.

Track listing:

Joséphine Baker, Afraid to Dream

Franz Liszt, Mephisto Waltz No. 4

Fred Astaire, Cheek to Cheek

Jean-Phillipe Rameau, Suite Les Indes Galante / Air Pour Les Sauvages

Glenn Miller, Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree

Benny Goodman ft Martha Hilton, You’re a Sweet Little Headache

Hoagy Carmichael, Stardust

Camile Saint-Saens, Danse Macabre

Ella Fitzgerald, A Foggy Day 🤗 !!!SHITPOSTING BREAK!!! 🤗

Liberace, Chopsticks

Connor Engstrom, Danse Macabre (Metal Version)

[NB: I chose to not include anything beyond the year 1950 aside from the shitposting songs, because you know our boy doesn’t keep up.]

Liner notes:

Track One Joséphine Baker, Afraid to Dream

Here we are, two silhouettes in the blue Here we are, bidding the stardust adieu I'm afraid to dream Afraid that you may not be there Afraid to dream - without you life would seem so bare With open arms I call to you, I want you, dear Just as I reach for you - why do you disappear?

Track Two Franz Liszt, Mephisto Waltz No. 4

Aziraphale was full in on Lisztomania, especially the Faustian stuff. That is all.

Track Three Fred Astaire, Cheek to Cheek

Heaven, I'm in heaven And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak And I seem to find the happiness I seek When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek

Track Four Jean-Phillipe Rameau, Suite Les Indes Galante / Air Pour Les Sauvages

Jane Austen’s favorite song. No further notes.

Track Five Glenn Miller, Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree

I won’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but you Till you come marching home I know the apple tree is reserved for you and me And I’ll be true ’til you come marching home

Track Six Benny Goodman ft Martha Hilton, You’re a Sweet Little Headache

You're a sweet little headache Full of quaint little schemes But when I should forget you I let you disturb my dreams

Track Seven Hoagy Carmichael, Stardust

Beside the garden wall, when stars are bright You are in my arms The nightingale tells his fairy tale Of paradise where roses grew. Though I dream in vain, in my heart you will remain My stardust melody The memory of love’s refrain

Track Eight Camile Saint-Saens, Danse Macabre

Aziraphale def championed The Carnival of the Animals, but secretly really likes this one.

Track Nine Ella Fitzgerald, A Foggy Day

How long I wondered, Could this thing last But the age of miracles hadn't past For suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London town, The sun was shining everywhere

—— Shitposting checkpoint, feel free to stop listening here ——

Track Ten - the shitpost - Liberace, Chopsticks

You know this campy bitch would love this. 🤗 No further notes.

Track Eleven - the shitpost that got left in the car - Connor Engstrom, Danse Macabre (Metal Version)

This sounds almost exactly like the Theme That Got Left in the Car and I couldn’t leave it alone, the Bentley would play it just to be a jackass, I will take no feedback.

#I've a good mind to spank you Then thank you for all you've done #good omens #good omens 2 #in my shitposting era now i guess #kind of serious kind of shitpost #no one cares but I CARE #no one will listen to this but I like it #and that's what matters #aziraphale #I'm not 100% happy with it but I had to post it before canon ruined it

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strgrlz · 10 months

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STARGIRLZ is a global five member band signed under KILLSHOT ENTERTAINMENT, a company formed with the intention of uniting the world through music. They made their debut with the album LOVE, STARGIRL in 2017. KILLSHOT ENTERTAINMENT became a subsidiary of HYBE LABELS during 2020.

BASICS ──

group name : STARGIRLZ

debut date : 17 february 2017

debut album : LOVE, STARGIRL!

fandom name : COMETS

genre(s) : alternative , rock , indie , pop

company(s) : KILLSHOT ENTERTAINMENT ❪ 2017 - present ❫ + HYBE LABELS ❪ 2020 - present ❫

MEMBERS ──

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ella moon ❪ MOONY ❫

DISCOGRAPHY ──

HEAD IN THE STARS : mixtape ❪ 2015 ❫

BOWLING ALLEY : mixtape ❪ 2015 ❫

PARTY AT THE GATE : mixtape ❪ 2016 ❫

LOVE, STARGIRL! : full album ❪ 2017 ❫

THE BIG BANG : full album ❪ 2019 ❫

COMETS : studio album ❪ 2019 ❫

HERE WE GO AGAIN : full album ❪ 2020 ❫

HEY BALLOON HEAD! : full album ❪ 2021 ❫

LOVELESS GENERATION : full album ❪ 2022 ❫

DANCING AT MY FUNERAL!!! : full album ❪ 2023 ❫

SOCIAL MEDIA ──

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youtube : STARGIRLZ

website : stargirlz.org

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emotionalillusions · 2 months

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All the pretty asks. Mwahahahahaha!!!

As you requested, here are all of them <3 ...even if you only asked for payback lol

angel; is there anyone you’d do anything for? Yes, a small few.

galaxy; what fascinates you? A great many things inspire my fascination, first I am intensely fascinated with you @mishaps-and-mixtapes , otherwise in general I'd say history, traveling, the universe, books, the human mind, relationships, Ayurveda, writing, parenting.

melody; favorite artists? I have a lot of favs, a list thats far too long to put here. I will answer who I've been listening to most in the last month or two - Ella Mai, Kehlani, H.E.R., Erick the Architect, Mahalia, 6Lack, Banks, DaniLeigh, J Cole, Sade

silk; what outfit makes you feel confident? A pretty dress usually ups the confidence level but I can also feel great in a pair of jeans that hug my curves and a tank top. Ooh, also lingerie! Nothing says confidence like a lace chemise or corset and garter belt.

rose; favorite flower? Lilies, sunflowers, and daisies. And cherry blossoms.

sun; favorite season Autumn, but Spring is a close second.

film; favorite movie/tv show? This topic/question requires a few blunts and an overnight discussion. I can't even narrow it down.

gorgeous; what do you like in a person? Everything that you are.

diamond; favorite color? Purple, teal, mauve

infatuation; first crush? Oh, can I even remember the first crush? I'm pretty sure it was in elementary school, I don't even remember the kids name, but I remember he was funny and made me laugh.

dream; how long do you sleep on average? hahahahahaha. Oh, is this a serious question??? I get a few hours whenever my eyes refuse to stay open any longer.

brilliant; what celebrity do people say you look like? Um, no one has ever really said I look like a celebrity.

perfume; favorite scent? You, yes you are definitely my favorite scent.

fleece; have any pets? A little scrapper kitten, who is as adorable as he is mean.

pigment; what color is your hair naturally? if you could dye it any color which one would you choose? Naturally dark brown. I've had my hair a ton of different colors. I really like a dark red or purple.

charcoal; do you have a good relationship with your parents? Its always been kind of complicated as both my parents have issues with substance abuse, but I was really close with my mom before she passed. I don't have a bad relationship with my dad currently but he's not a reliable person and not someone I turn to during times of need. He is great for helping with some bigger home related projects when he's around.

ocean; do you take a yearly vacation? I've been trying to make it a tradition to go somewhere once a year, and the last couple years I've made it happen.

murky; biggest fear? Something devastating happening to any of the kids. Death in general, even knowing it's an inevitable part of life.

devotion; are you taken? Answered but I'll answer again. I belong completely to @mishaps-and-mixtapes

lingerie; what do you wear to bed? Depends on the night, but typically very little, tank and panties.

daydream; best memory? In the delivery rooms when they put the baby in my arms and get to see their sweet faces for the first time.

joy; best feeling you’ve ever experienced? Love and understanding. I've only truly felt that in a relationship with you. It's beyond comparable.

masque; what’s your skincare routine? I wash my face lol. I've gotten better about using moisturizer and sunscreen since moving to a desert area. Holy dry skin batman.

valentine; best gift you’ve ever received? I appreciate a thoughtful gift, but they aren't my love language. I'd rather make memories than have something material I think.

parchment; favorite book? I can't pick one favorite. The best book I read in the last year was A Gentleman in Moscow.

garden; do you have a garden? plants? A lot of plants. I'd love a garden, to grow my own fruits and vegetables. Oooh, a greenhouse!

oasis; dream destination? Ah, many! Petra, Tibet, Japan, Rome, Bali...

sense; best subject? favorite subject? I was always good at Math and English, but I love Psychology & Philosophy

footprints; do you want kids? There's a few running around and want more with you, let's practice making them.

rainbow; what’s your sexuality? Straight, with a sprinkle of bicurious.

sweater; do you prefer loose or baggy clothes? Isn't loose and baggy the same thing?

nail laquer; punk or pastel? I swing both ways.

1975; if you could time travel to any time period, what would it be and why? Hm. Maybe the Renaissance period in Florence Italy for the appeal of the cultural and intellectual richness with figures like Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo and Galileo.

tattoos; do you have/want and tattoos and piercings? I have a lot of tattoos, I stopped counting after getting to double digits. I also used to have more piercings. I'd love to have them redone and intend to.

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total-drama-fugitives · 1 year

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Pahkitew Take #39384748: Ella and Beardo should’ve been friends. Imagine him making a mixtape of her singing. They split the profit. They become rich. Ella no longer lives a life of poverty. Beardo can buy a clean shirt. They move to LA. They pick up bitches. They win at life.

#total drama #td ella #td beardo

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heydorxthea · 1 year

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Hola, personites !! por aquí frappé liste para presentar a 1/2 de mis bebes. Aqui les traigo a Dorothea Hamilton, ella es parte de los "HIGHSCHOOL SWEETHEARTS" y abajito les dejare info sobre ella, si quieren algo con ella mi ims estan abiertos al igual que mi discord ( emma 🌺#6679 ) 🥰

♡ ; 𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂 "𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂" 𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒐𝒏 ( 23 años ) estudiante/barista. esq. G4.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀━ formulario. pinterest. mixtape. conexiones.

Se puede decir que Dorothea siempre ha tenido una vida tranquila y común, dos padres que la aman, un hermano menor a quien quiere pero al mismo tiempo paran peleando y un perro llamado "max".

De pequeña no era una persona popular, pero tampoco se le consideraba una perdedora, solo era una estudiante mas del monton, no destacaba en nada.

Las personas que se den el tiempo en conocerla podran darse cuenta de dos cosas rapidamente: la primera es que no le gusta que le digan por su nombre completo, prefiere ser llamada "thea" dorothea le suena como el nombre de una anciana; lo segundo es que es una gran persona, es alguien con quien siempre se puede confiar, leal hasta la medula y con sus principios bien establecidos.

Claramente no es una persona perfecta, nadie lo es y sus mas grandes defectos es que puede llegar a ser una persona muy impaciente y exigente tanto con otros como con ella misma.

Se le puede catalogar como la mom friend, siempre pendiente de sus amigues, siempre detras de elles para que no les pase nada, preocupada mas en que coman y tomen sus 3 litros de agua diarios.

conexiones:

highschool sweathearts: me muero por ver la dinamica en estre grupito y como es que su amistad sigue a pesar de los años.

amigues: siento que thea es una persona muy social por lo que seguro que tiene un circulo social amplio.

compañeres de trabajo: si alguien mas lleva une barista PLS DENME ESA RELACION, quiero ver esas competencias de latte art.

lo que sea :)

#⠀🌷 — 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⠀ ⦙ ⠀ intro.

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a-supernatural-writer · 2 years

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A Mixtape For You Pt.2

Summary: Ella Barrett witnessed the past year when Will went missing. Hell, hard to avoid when Ella is the only empath of Dr. Brenners experiments. Maybe it'll give her a helping hand when it comes to understanding the new bad boy from California; Billy Hargrove.

Word Count: 2,533

Notes: I'm loving the way this is going. I hope everyone enjoy. Also side note, Ella and Charlie are korean but their parents aren’t and there is a reason for that which will be explain in a few chapters.

Warnings: language

Billy Hargrove x FemOC

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Ella tapped her newly painted seafoam green nails against her desk as she bobbed along with Kyrie by Mr. Mister playing on her record player.

It was early in the morning and she would be heading downstairs from her bedroom to sit with the rest of her family to eat breakfast. Though, she did like a little time to herself in the morning.

She fished out another domino from her tin box, connecting it with another domino that had the same amount of dots on it. She smiled in satisfaction as she was almost done connecting all of them.

Ella shivered a little as the breeze blew through her open bedroom window, blowing her sheer curtains around. Her room was a mixture of greens, blues and purples, boxes of dominos scattered everywhere along with random mixtapes that all had different labels. Her walls were covered with band posters from all different genres and the only thing on her wall that wasn't covered was a mirror that went with her dresser.

With a knock on her door, Charlie opened it, still dressed in his sweatpants that he wore as pajamas every night, "Breakfast is ready. Dad made cinnamon rolls."

"Coming." Ella said as her brother walked away. Deciding that she was going to head out after breakfast, she slipped on her boots that she wore the day prior.

She wore her boots with a black and blue striped t-shirt crop top, a short black denim skirt with black sheer tights. She fiddled with the gold coin necklace that she had around her neck while she grabbed her bag that had all her supplies, walkman and the mixtapes that she made for Tommy and Carol.

Ella turned off her record player and shut her window before heading down the stairs to eat breakfast with her family.

Ella smiled when she saw her mother sitting at the table. She lifted her hands and started motioning them as she talked, "Morning, mom."

Her mother, May Barrett, smiled at her daughter and motioned her hands but not speaking as she did so, "Good morning. How did you sleep?"

May looked completely different from Ella and Charlie. May had long wavy blonde hair with freckles covering her skin and baby blue eyes. She wore a bright yellow t-shirt that had some kind of artistic rendition of a sun on it, wearing a long blue flowing skirt with small flower designs all over it, multiple beaded bracelets and rings and of course, was barefoot like usual.

Ella sat down at the table, smiling when her dad, Cedric, placed a freshly baked cinnamon roll in front of her, frosting and all. Cedric had dirty blonde hair that was almost as long as May's but cut off a little bit past the shoulder, hazel eyes and he was starting to grow a short beard. He wore a pair of denim jeans that flare out at the bottom with a plain white button up short sleeved shirt, and a pair of black suede boots. He shared the same amount of bracelets and rings as his wife and he ruffled the hair on the top of Charlie's head as his son sat down.

"Good. Stayed up a little late to get mixtapes done." Ella signed with her hands to her mother before digging into her treat for the morning.

May smiled and started signing to Charlie as he was eating his breakfast as well, "I heard a new family moved into town. They have a son and a daughter. Have you met them?"

Charlie nodded, letting his fork clank on the plate to answer her, "Yeah, Billy Hargrove goes to our high school, but I haven't seen the sister."

Ella rolled her eyes at the mention of Billy, munching on her sweet. Cedric noticed and patted his daughter's shoulder amused, "Don't like this Billy kid huh?"

He sat down next to May and poured everyone at the table a glass of orange juice as Ella scoffed, swallowing her food. Ella whipped her mouth with a napkin and tossed it next to her plate, "He's an ass."

May gave her daughter a look, "Language, honey."

Charlie snorted, earning a glare from Ella. Ella sighed and apologized, "Sorry, but I'm not wrong. Guy was flirting with every girl in the school and acted like he owned the damn place." She signed and let her hands fall onto the table.

Cedric hummed while taking a sip of his drink, "Seems like an ass to me." That earned him a slap from May on the arm and Cedric just chuckled.

May shook her head fondly. She could never understand the need for swearing.

Ella nodded, looking down at the half eaten breakfast on her plate. With a sigh she wrapped it up in a spare napkin and threw her bag over shoulder, "I'm gonna head out early, Tommy and Carol want their tapes before first period and I want to get a spot close to the school. You good with that, Charlie?"

Charlie waved her off as she headed to the front door to grab her leather jacket and car keys that were hanging on hooks, "You good. I'll see you at lunch okay?"

"Yep!" Ella poked her head into the kitchen, "Bye mom, bye dad." She signed and then headed straight out the door with her belongings in hand.

She slid into her car, placing her bag, jacket and her half eaten breakfast in the passenger seat. With a smile she started up her car and turned up her radio as she left her home.

Ella hoped today was going to be a better day.

When Ella pulled into the school and parked her car, up until that point in her life, she thought her family had some of the nicest cars in the entire town. Everyone drove pickups or sedans, nice conventional cars. Boring cars in her eyes.

But when a camaro came into the parking lot with Def Leppard blaring through its speakers, she was proven wrong.

Ella pulled the keys out of the ignition as said camaro parked next to her. She grabbed her belongings, her breakfast long gone and eaten, and threw on her leather jacket that acted more like a coat since it reached her knees.

She also put her headphones around her neck and shoved her walkman into one of the pockets of her jacket.

She stepped out and her brows shot up in surprise as none other than Billy stepped out of said camaro. Though she did tilt her head when she saw a young girl with long red hair exit the car as well. She didn't stay long, flying away on her skateboard towards the middle school just on the other side of the parking lot.

Ella only guessed that she was Billy's little sister, though the two didn't bother to say goodbye to each other or even spare a glance. Yikes.

Ella adjusted her bag on her shoulder when Billy noticed her. He took a drag of his cigarette he had dangling in between his lips, smirking as he looked over Ella's car and Ella herself appreciatively, "Doll, nice car. Your daddy gave you that?"

No way did a girl like Ella get that car on her own. Not something that good.

Ella glared at him. She wished he knew sign language cause she would be signing some very colorful words to him. She shook her head and flipped him the middle finger. Truly a dick of the highest order.

She turned her heel and headed towards the school. He chuckled, tossing his half finished cigarette and yelled out to her, "Oh, come on, doll. Maybe if you told me I wouldn't assume."

Ella continued forward, ignoring his cries. He can wait. He can wait forever cause there was no way in hell was she ever going to speak a single word to him. Hell would have to freeze over first.

She was ready to snap her pencil.

Chemistry was soon becoming her least favorite class and it was the first one of the day too.

Reason why? Billy would not stop pestering her.

After walking away from him in the parking lot, she was able to get paid in full for her services to Tommy and Carol. They were happy to say the least, she was just thankful that they or the rest of their little group that was with them didn't say anything to dampen her mood. If anything they brought it up when Tina brought up the idea of Ella DJing at her Halloween party she was planning next month.

Of course, the smile she had on her face was replaced with a frown when she entered her chemistry class.

With a huff she repeated what she did the day before; pulling out a sheet of paper and writing on it.

Billy grinned. Pushing Ella enough got something out of her, even if it was only on paper. It was better than her glares and silent glances. Certainly better than being ignored.

'Is there a reason why you are so keen on me, Hargrove? Isn't there a line of girls just itching for your attention?'

Billy smirked, writing his response and sliding it back to her, 'But none of them got a car like you. How did you get it?'

Ella licked her lips at that question and tapped her pencil on the table a couple of times, hesitating. She loved her car, she just didn't like how she got it.

'It was a gift from someone. Not my parents, just someone. So drop it.'

Billy raised a brow at her words. Who the fuck would just give a car like that to someone? 'Okay, doll. I heard you like music.'

Ella rolled her eyes. Yep, he brought it up. 'Yeah, so?'

'So, what kind of music do you like?'

Ella thought about it for a moment. She liked all kinds of music, yes she was more partial to the alternative scene, rock was definitely up there for her, oh and club music too. She furrowed her brow as she wrote down a quick list.

Billy was impressed. It was a small list and she even added in a little note saying that it was only a small amount of songs that she listened to. A good handful of songs that he was into were on it and a few that he never even heard of.

'I like a girl with good taste in music.'

Ella huffed, pretty much shoving the piece of paper back to Billy. 'And I would like for you to leave me alone.'

"Is it good?"

Ella gave a thumbs up to one of the techs, her entire turntable and mixer on and all set up. She was in the gym again, helping set up for the pep rally that was happening at the end of the week first thing in the morning.

If anything, she was in charge of setting up all the sound systems and making sure everything worked. That and even though Ella didn't have a lot of friends, she did have a connection to the cheerleading team; Chrissy.

She was sweet, and definitely more easy going than most of the cheer squad. Chrissy was probably Ella's only relatively popular accantiance. She never really called her a friend but she was kind to the pink haired girl.

Ella smiled when she thought back to the very beginning of the school year. Chrissy came up to her with a big smile, having already known each other and talked a few times, and asked her if she could possibly put a couple of songs together for their beginning of the year pep rally routine.

Chrissy has been nothing but sweet to her, how could she possibly say no. She didn't. Damn sweet, sunshine Chrissy wormed her way in.

And she just had to set things up in the last period cause nobody wanted to stay after, nor did anyone but the cheer team was gonna use the space after school. Which meant setting up while the guys were playing dodgeball in the gym.

Her eye twitched; she didn't know why shirt versus skins was such a thing but apparently Billy just had to always be on the skins team.

Ella bit her lip; Billy's muscles every single time were highlighted by the sweat on his skin and god that chest. He was really sexy.

A whistle blowing made her jump and the coach let all of them have a quick break before they started another game.

Taking deep breaths, Billy sauntered his way over to her with a towel in hand, wiping away the sweat on his face. So everyone who talked about Ella wasn't lying to him. Billy soon found out throughout the day that Ella was more than just DJing for parties or making personal mixtapes, but she was also a big part of school events across the board.

This boy just does not listen does he? Ella played around with a few of the switches, testing them out and hoping Billy got that hint that she wasn't giving him the time of day.

"Nice set up, doll." Billy smirked, standing across from her. Ella looked up at him and she never even noticed how tall he was. She was a tiny thing, only 5' 4".

Ella smiled a little at the praise, standing a little bit straighter and nodded in appreciation. If there was one thing other than her car that she took pride in, it was her music and her equipment.

Billy tilted his head a little in amusement. Ella still wasn't talking to him but he got a smile, even if it was a small one. He threw his towel over his shoulder and leaned forward, hands resting on either side of the table, "Gonna grace us with your talents?"

Ella groaned and without even thinking she started moving her hands without saying anything, "No you ass. I'm just setting up for the pep rally on Friday morning."

Billy watched on confused as all hell, "What the fuck was that?" He sneered which earned a glare from the girl.

"Sign language, dude." Charlie walked up to them, noticing his sister start to sign to someone who wouldn't even know a single gesture.

Billy straightened up and looked back and forth between the two, "Sign language?" Why did they need to know that? It was different, that's for sure. Kind of cool, actually.

Charlie nodded, "Yeah. She said you were an ass and that she's setting up for the pep rally Friday morning."

Billy snorted and looked at Ella who had her arms crossed, "Friday morning? Never thought I'd be going to anything at this stupid school. You changed my mind." Billy just smirked when Ella rolled her eyes.

Charlie rolled his eyes as well. He patted Billy's shoulder, "Come on, man. Flirt with my sister when I'm not here. I don't want to puke."

Ella glared at her brother and flipped him the bird to which he returned as he walked back to his team.

"See you later, doll."

She flipped him the bird too.

#Spotify #stranger things #stranger things oc #billy hargrove x fem oc #billy hargrove x oc #fem oc #female original character #a mixtape for you #x reader #empath #original male character #mind reading #oc x oc #female oc x male oc

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 2 years

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What kind of music does Lucy like and does she play any instruments?

Lucy doesn’t really play any instruments. She can bang out a few cords on the piano, buts that’s about it. Her main forte is singing, and she’s actually pretty good.

In terms of music tastes, it’s pretty eclectic, but here’s the basic run down.

David Bowie

Cyndi Lauper

Simon and Garfunkel

The Beatles

The Everly Brothers

Showtunes

Fleetwood Mac

Dolly Parton

Loretta Lyn

Johnny Cash

Ella Fitzgerald

The Clash (Jonathan got her into them)

And she’s starting to warm up to Led Zeppelin

And usually has the radio tuned into whatever the top 100 station is playing

She’s also trying, really, really hard to get into metal. Eddie 100% made her a mixtape to ease her into it. I’ll need to do some more research into what he’d put onto it, but either way he loses her by the third or forth track.

#lucy henderson #stranger things #stranger things oc #eddie munson x oc

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elekinetic · 1 year

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hello ella hexagirl nancysglock 🎁

hello sierra loveqbrl madcleradin finalgirlbyers

to you i gift this:

vintage 80s headphones i've retrofitted to be soundproof (dont ask me how it works shhhh) so u can live your max mayfield dreams and also escape from the world.

comes w a mixtape:

#not my playlist!#v popular one on spotify i very much enjoy #anyway. happy holidays sierra!

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nekoannie-chan · 2 years

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Tráeme a la vida parte I

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Kathleen (OFC).

Palabras: 1034 palabras.

Sinopsis: Kathleen trató de arreglar su matrimonio, pero se dio cuenta que ya estaba cansada de la situación.

Advertencias: Steve comportándose pesado, una relación termina.

N/A: Esta es mi entrada para Millenial Mixtape Challenge con la canción #65:

“Bring me to life de Evanescence.”

Si te gusto por favor vota, comenta y rebloguea.

No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo) o el uso de mis gráficos (mis separadores de texto también están incluidos), los cuales hice exclusivamente para mis fics, por favor respeta mi trabajo y no lo robes. Aquí en la plataforma hay personas que hacen separadores de texto para que cualquiera los pueda usar, los míos no son públicos, por favor busca los de dichas personas. La única excepción serían los regalos que he hecho ya que ahora pertenecen a alguien más. Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien.

DISCLAIMER: Los personajes de Marvel no me pertenecen (desafortunadamente), exceptuando por los personajes originales y la historia.

Tags: @sinceimetyou @black23 @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad

Junio 2022

Kathleen vio el calendario, en dos días sería su cumpleaños y a la semana siguiente su quinto aniversario de bodas, a pesar de ya tener el regalo para Steve, no estaba segura de que lo celebrarían. Tenía muchas semanas desde la última vez que Steve fue a la casa, que lo veía de hecho, ni siquiera en el trabajo se veían, ella varias veces había intentado comprender sus actitudes, pero no lo lograba, también trató de hablar con él y fue imposible, Steve simplemente parecía indiferente ante lo que ocurría en su matrimonio y a su esposa.

Ella bajó la mirada al regalo que había comprado para festejar el evento, ni siquiera sabía por qué lo había hecho, probablemente él no llegaría. Únicamente habían celebrado un aniversario, el primero, el resto pasaron desapercibidos por culpa del Chasquido, aunque eso no era lo que le dolía a ella, sino la indiferencia de Steve, se sentía tan sola, muy rara vez él llegaba a casa.

Parecía que lo único que tenía ahora eran los recuerdos, veía los álbumes de fotos, se veían tan sonrientes y enamorados, ¿qué le había pasado a su esposo? De los últimos años no había ningún recuerdo; sin embargo, Steve no estaba solo, todo el mundo continuaba adorándolo, Kath únicamente tenía a Steve y a Brock, si bien la realidad era otra, ella se limpió las lágrimas que comenzaban a salir con el dorso de la mano. Lo que ocurrió era difícil para todo el mundo, había arruinado la vida de todas las personas.

2 días después

Kath despertó, miró el otro lado de la cama, vacío como las semanas anteriores, tal vez él la estaba esperando abajo, aún tenía esperanzas de que Steve hubiese reflexionado y cambiado de opinión. Al bajar a la cocina tampoco había nadie, otro día más sola en aquella casa; unos segundos después el timbre sonó, le pareció un poco raro, quizás él había perdido las llaves.

—¡Steve! —exclamó con emoción abriendo la puerta, pero su rostro cambió al ver que no era él—. Ah… Eres tú —dijo decepcionada al ver a Brock.

—¿Lamento desilusionarte por no ser tu esposo? —respondió Brock con un tono un poco burlón a la vez que alzaba la ceja.

—No, lo siento, es solo que… no importa, ¿qué haces aquí? —ella preguntó haciéndose a un lado para dejarlo pasar.

—Es tu cumpleaños, no quería que estuvieras sola, así que se me ocurrió pasar y darte esto —Brock sabía que algo estaba mal, aunque ella no le dijera.

—Tenemos que ir a trabajar, no voy a estar sola.

—Regalo adelantado. Vamos, tiene mucho desde que celebramos uno de los cumpleaños.

—Si… Mucho tiempo —su voz sonaba nostálgica.

—¿Interrumpo algo? —Brock cuestionó al ver el regalo en la mesa de la sala.

—No, eso es algo que compré para nuestro aniversario.

—Kitty, ¿qué pasa?, te conozco y sé que algo no está bien.

Ella hizo una mueca, no sabía si debía contarle, sin embargo, él la tenía la razón y ella ya se estaba cansando de la situación.

—Creí que era Steve en vez de ti porque él no ha venido en un tiempo —ella comenzó a decir.

—¿Cómo? Sé que no está desaparecido porque lo vi ayer en…

—Tienes suerte, yo ni siquiera en el trabajo lo he visto, supongo que también olvidó mi cumpleaños, pero me refiero a que desde el Chasquido apenas y viene a la casa, me la he pasado todo este tiempo sola —Kath confesó

—¿Aunque le hayas dicho lo de…?

—Desde entonces ha hecho eso —Kath aseguró.

—Deberíamos ir a la cafetería de siempre para celebrar tu cumpleaños —Brock propuso.

—Brock, no…

—Yo invito, le puedes decir o no a Rogers, pero si a él no le importa tu cumpleaños, a mí sí, aparte tenemos que ponernos al día, yo sé que tienes muchas cosas que contarme.

Alrededor de una semana después

Kath había preparado todo para celebrar con Steve su aniversario, al final Brock fue quien le dio la idea cuando fueron a la cafetería, su amigo tenía razón, y ella comenzaba a sentirse un poco mejor después de todo ese tiempo, fue al gimnasio de la Organización, quería arreglar la situación, había dejado pasar mucho tiempo. Efectivamente, tal y como ella supuso, su esposo estaba ahí entrenando.

—Hace tiempo que no te veo —ella dijo.

—He estado ocupado con algunas cosas —Steve respondió sin dejar de golpear el saco de box.

—¿El grupo de terapia? —Kath se acercó y puso la mano en el brazo de él, quería llamar su atención, Steve volteó a verla—. Oye, Stevie, hoy llega temprano a casa, por favor, quiero estar un rato contigo como antes

—Está bien —él farfulló y ella sonrió—. Llegaré a las ocho, ¿de acuerdo?, es una promesa, muñeca.

Kath terminó de arreglar su cabello, se puso el primer collar que Steve le había regalado, el vestido que sabía que le encantaba, tal vez podían recuperar el tiempo perdido, faltaban unos minutos para las ocho, lo único que le faltaba servir la comida y que su esposo llegara, había preparado el platillo favorito de él.

Veinte minutos después de las ocho y Steve aún no llegaba, Kath movía con nerviosismo el pie. A las nueve comenzó a llamarle al celular, ella estaba hambrienta, lamentablemente la llamada no entraba, le mandó un mensaje a Brock preguntando si Steve había tenido alguna misión de emergencia o algo le había ocurrido.

Se suponía que Steve siempre cumplía sus promesas.

Después de las diez, se dio cuenta de que él no llegaría, comenzó a comer entre sollozos, no podía creerlo. Aún recordaba aquellas promesas que él le había hecho, dejó el regalo en la mesita del recibidor, tal vez cuando él llegara lo vería y se disculparía.

Su celular sonó, tal vez, talvez…

Era Brock, no contestó, quizás así, él pensaría que todo había sido un éxito y no haría preguntas, aunque tampoco tenía ganas de hablar con alguien.

Mañana sería otro día, tal vez Steve iría y tendría una excusa creíble, ella le creería lo que él le dijera, lo único que quería era a su esposo de vuelta.

Tal vez…

#millenial mixtape challenge #millenialmixtapechallenge #steve rogers x ofc

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