Fics like i realize that this is a world where anything is possible and—

“I am about ninety-nine-point-nine…” Eddie chews on his bottom lip, coils a stray curl around his index finger and resists dragging it across his mouth: “eight, point-nine-eight percent sure I’m not supposed to be here.” He’s entirely sure he’s not supposed to be here. Not now. “What are they going to do?” Steve scoffs at him, leading him by hand through the tunnels. “Kick us out? Ban us?” He snorts, and Eddie stops trying to not-hide behind his hair a little because: not supposed to fucking be here. “You’re gonna get us arrested or something.” “Oh, how the mighty have fallen,” Steve cackles a little and maybe Eddie’s anxious, but he’ll never not melt at that sound, music brighter, holy like he could never touch, let alone play: “Eddie Munson, poster child for sticking it to the goddamn man,” Steve tuts, clicks his tongue and shakes his head: “afraid of stadium security.” --- The night before the Super Bowl—which they're both playing, in their own ways—Steve and Eddie take some time to stargaze.

Fics like i realize that this is a world where anything is possible and—

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