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grylum · 4 months
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Come down, and waste away with me, down with me.
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planetlipz · 1 year
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hairmetal666 · 5 months
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The high summer sun glints off the lake, illuminating Eddie's dark curls in a golden shine. He plays Hopper's old acoustic, just noodling around with notes and melodies, while Steve watches, transfixed.
He's so beautiful, Steve thinks, before shaking the thought away. He turns from the man at the end of the dock, looking across the yard of Joyce and Hop's lake house. His two kids tumble across the grass with Max and Lucas's toddler on their heels. Max and El weave flower crowns--well, El weaves and Max makes a mess of petals and leaves. Dustin, Erica, Mike, and Lucas cluster around the solid wood picnic table Hop built, arguing about a new d&d update, while Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan sip glasses of lemonade on the porch. Through the wide, plate glass windows that line the back of the house, Steve watches his wife, Joyce, and Argyle bob and weave through the kitchen, while Hop mans the grill a few feet away on the patio.
He looks back to Eddie, whose fingers have stilled on the guitar strings.
"What's up?" Steve asks. It's been twelve years since Eddie almost died saving the world, and he still goes distant. Still slips out of time to another place, another world, that can be hard for the others to reach.
Not this time, though. Eddie glances up, soft smile on his face, one that's rare enough it makes Steve's heart trip. "Working out how to play something," he says.
There's yelling now, from the picnic table, an actual fight broken out, and Steve laughs. "Think we should get up there before someone gets punched?"
Eddie isn't paying attention, though. His head bent intently over the guitar as he strums out a familiar melody that Steve can't quite place. It's slower, he thinks, than the original.
It's so familiar, watching Eddie play. Back when they lived together in Indy, he used to lose entire afternoons to a shared joint and Eddie practicing. It's always transfixing, the movements of his fingers, the light glinting off the shine of his rings; his intensity and precision.
It hits Steve then, what the song is, isn't something he expected Eddie to ever know. Assumed his interest in any member of Nirvana ended in 1994, that he'd find the Foo Fighters hopelessly lame, but Eddie's eyes flash up to catch Steve's as he starts the chorus.
"And I wonder, when I sing along with you, if everything could ever feel this real forever; if anything could be this good again"
The sun is lower in the sky, casting Eddie in bronze, and god, god he's the most beautiful thing Steve has ever seen. His stomach twists, goosebumps spreading along his arms.
"The only thing I'll ever ask of you, you've got to promise not to stop when I say when, he sang"
The deep chocolate of Eddie's eyes sparkle with softness and care and, and--
Realization hits.
Steve loves him.
"Breath out, so I can breath you in, hold you in"
Has always loved him. Every second, every moment.
His heart trips, doubles. He doesn't understand how he missed it, that it's always been Eddie.
It crashes over him, a cascade of understanding, of unquestioned longing. Years, years have gone by without him recognizing the feelings for what they are. And now, now--
His wife is in the kitchen with Joyce and Argyle, and their two kids play on the lawn with Max and Lucas's toddler.
And he's been hopelessly in love with his best friend since 1986, when he first realized his entire world revolved around Eddie Munson's laugh, the specific smile he gave that brought out his deep set dimples, the softness of his voice at 3am when nightmares drove them both out of bed.
Eddie blinks a few times, looks down, eyelashes casting long shadows against his cheeks. His playing slows, and he ends the song with a crack in his voice as he sings.
"Hello, I've waited here for you, everlong"
The only thing Steve can hear is the pounding of his own heart. He wants--he wants--
The shrieking delight of his children carries down to the lake, his wife's wind chime laugh tinkling just behind.
He doesn't know what to do, what to say, can't stop hearing the way Eddie's voice broke on the last line that wasn't even in the original song, and--
Hopper calls out, "alright you animals, come and get it."
His wife yells, "Steve, come help with the kids?"
He shoves to his feet, yells back, "be right there."
Steve doesn't know what to do, what to say, how to process any of this.
He walks away from Eddie without glancing back.
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emeralddoeadeer · 20 days
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new Everlong deep cut, thanks to @ofergy who asked about the details around Lily getting her first tattoo...
under the cut
It was her first year at Uni, and her dormmates had all gone home for the break at the end of their second semester.
She hasn't been back to Surrey since she got here,
Christmas had come and gone, with no visit home since her dad had been on a cruise and Petunia had been with the Dursleys.
They offered to come to her for a weekend soon, but soon hadn't come yet.. and there was no encouragement for her to come home for Easter.
It's Saturday, there's a light rain which cools her heated skin as she runs up and down the weaving concrete hills of Kelvingrove Park, her tread on the ground barely loud enough to quiet her thoughts.
She passes a shop front on her way back to the halls of residence, a spark of something that lights her chest and warms the dull ache.
The thought lingers all morning and by afternoon she finds herself back in front of the shop, ready to ask if they take walk-ins...
It's the 26th of March, and while she refuses to contact the boy she misses more than anything on his birthday the next day, she is thinking of him, then and always.
‘breathe out so I can breathe you in’.
James will never not be with her.
<3
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toomanywatchers · 4 months
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spectones · 2 months
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This type of life...
This type of vibes...
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dreamsofhannah2 · 1 month
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𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓱 2
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impala-dreamer · 1 year
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Everlong - Masterlist
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A Supernatural Series
~Y/N has everything she's ever wanted - the love of a good man, a best friend she can lean on, drama, magic, and heroics. But everyone knows, things aren't always what they seem.~
Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Rowena, Castiel, Others
Series Warnings: NSFW. Angst. Smut. Blood. Magic. Trauma. Suicidal Issues. Major Character Death(s). Strangeness. It's Super Angst. Chapters won't be tagged to preserve story flow, but it is all angst. Be warned. 
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Chapters:
One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen
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Men after watching the Everlong Halo Reach edit
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threecheersslxt · 5 months
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Okay so it’s like really sloppy but keep in mind I haven’t played on an acoustic in like a year and the action is really bad on this guitar :P
I wanted to post it bc… I dunno I just did. I was bored earlier and decided to learn the opening of Everlong so now this exists!
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greekmythcomix · 9 months
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Ok, hear me out:
‘Everlong’ as a duet between Odysseus and Penelope, specifically Odyssey Book 21
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taylorhawkins · 8 months
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she is so hot
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syrakhanistan · 1 month
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((the fact that someone did the “literally me”/Me from the Future/Everlong meme in the exact same format, except almost A DECADE AGO, makes me laugh. This Madoka AMV deserves more recognition.))
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emeralddoeadeer · 2 months
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So I have been debating this message for a while but eventually decided it would be nice to tell you this. It's been nearly two years since I read Everlong and loved your idea of Lily deeply. She was brave and fit and loved and everything I wanted to be as I felt isolated and unhealthy after lockdown. There was a number of things that changed for me in the past two years but your characters were never far from my mind. I started running, using not hyper fit instagram athletes as my inspiration but the perspective of your character who found relaxation and pride in the exercise. I met a lot of people since lockdown and found it easier to make friends when I thought about Lily and her steadfastness and privacy, instead of blurting everything and oversharing constantly in an effort to explain and apologise for myself. I gained confidence and found people I could actually share with in time who deserved my confidences. I tried new hobbies, still horrible at yoga but I gave it a go. Tried lots of sports, got good at running. I do my first half marathon this spring. I don't love any song enough to get it tattooed on me but I did shave my head. I lost one of my own parents, something not made easier by any story but it did make me feel better to think how lucky I was to have my sisters beside me and not against me. Moved cities, launched my career, sang Bitch and Tenessee Whiskey in a karaoke bar. Fell in love with Joni Mitchells music. And I named my new motorbike Marlene
Dearest Anon, sorry for the long delay in replying to this, please know this is no reflection of how much I appreciate it.
I will never get over the love shown to Everlong.
I can't quite express how much it means to hear that something I wrote has had a positive impact on people, it matters more than you'll ever know.
THANK YOU. For reading, for connecting, for sharing your journey.
Wow. Seriously, you are incredible, look at you go.
Not that the opinion of a random internet stranger should mean anything, but man am I proud of you. It makes my mama doe side all excited, please imagine me alongside the marathon spectators cheering you on.
I love all the things you shared (not sure if the message maxed out on words but ending on a motorbike named Marlene is so badass!)
I wish you all the best for the marathon, and every new venture coming your way.
Thank you so much for this message, it brings me such joy 💕
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chaptertwo-thepacnw · 6 months
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pat smear |1997|
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catholickedd · 11 days
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AND I WONDER
WHEN I SIT ALONE WITH YOU
IF ANYTHIGN COULD EVER FEEL THIS REAL FOREVER
IF ANYTHING COULD EVER BE THIS GOOD AGAIN
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