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eddiesxangel · 4 months

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Okay last request of the year.

Eddie kissing reader on new year’s eve and it’s her first kiss💞

The Stroke of Midnight | Eddie Munson x Reader

Wc: 942 cw: alcohol and fluff

Here you were, New Year’s Eve, at Steve’s. Single. Surrounded by couples. Everyone had been paired off. Every. Single. Person.

Robin and Vicky. Steve and Nancy. Hell, even all the kids had their little relationships. And here you were, an hour until midnight, and you would be kissing Mr. Snuffles, the family cat, at this point.

The party was fun, but the reality of the fact that you hadn’t ever been kissed by somebody, let alone getting a New Year’s Eve kiss, was settling in.

Eddie, your only chronically single friend, was supposed to be here. However, it’s now 11:26pm, and he was nowhere to be found. Honestly, you were a tiny bit relieved he wasn’t here. You had liked Eddie. Ok, liked is an understatement. You had a big, fat, massive crush on Eddie Munson.

Eddie was never one of your super close friends. You had been closer with the girls, but he was still a friend. Your group was together whenever you all had the time. You tried at least a few times a week to get together. Eddie was always sweet on you. He was a natural flirt; you were not used to that kind of attention. He makes you flustered in the best way possible.

So when he didn’t show, you were disappointed, but since he was the only singleton out of the group, you felt anxious about him being here...Would you have to kiss? Would he even want to kiss you? Would you be bad at it? What if you sucked at kissing, and he told everybody! What if you asked him, and he rejected you? That would be mortifying!

As you got lost in your thoughts and the sparkling wine you had been downing all night, you didn't hear the door open or anyone or greet the man who had entered the room.

"Hey, sweetheart, sorry I'm late." You snapped out of your thoughts, and standing before you was Eddie. Your stomach was in knots.

"Edde! Hi!" You said a little too enthusiastically.

"Woah, how many of these have we had tonight?" He asks, taking your champagne flute from your hand and sipping it a bit. If it was anyone else that took your drink, you'd be pissed. But it was Eddie. He didn't mean anything by it.

"Only a few." You turn into yourself shyly.

"Well, looks like I need to catch up." He winked. "Care to join me in the kitchen?" He gestured his arm out for you to talk in front of him.

"Okay," You smiled.

You check the TV for the NYE countdown. Seven minutes until midnight.

"I didn't think you were going to come."

"And not be with my favourite person to start the new year? Nah. Have to start off '88 right." He smiled before turning to open the fringe, and you swore your heart stopped.

"Oh," your chest and face immediately felt flush. Thankfully, the door was blocking you, so Eddie couldn't see the look of shock in your eyes. "So, uh... what took you so long?" you twiddled with your glass.

"Oh, I had to finish up some last-minute deals... you know. Nothing says Happy New Year like being high." he says before taking a shot.

"Woah, Munson starting off strong," Steve says as he enters the kitchen.

"Gotta catch up with this one; can't be the only sober guy at the party," Eddie pointed to you jokingly.

You just rolled your eyes as you topped off your glass for the cheers.

Steve grabbed his drink and then beckoned the both of you into the living room with the TV countdown. There were only a few minutes left until midnight.

Eddie took your hand and led you into the crowded room. You noticed everyone was paired off, sitting beside one another. As you scanned the area, you noticed that most of the seats were taken. However, Eddie confidently guided you towards a single high-backed leather chair, which could only accommodate one person. He then patted his lap warmly with a smile, gesturing for you to sit with him.

" I uh- you sure?" you stuttered.

"Yes, sweetheart, only a few more seconds until midnight; how am I supposed to kiss you from all the way up there?"

You threw all caution to the wind while thanking your lucky stars you didn't drink too much to be an absolute disaster.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six... the others chanted as you sat down in Eddie's lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulder so you could face him.

Six.

You shuffled to get comfortable.

Five.

Eddie wrapped a sroong hand around your waist.

Four.

You looked into Eddie's eyes and took a deep breath.

Three.

Eddie smiled, and you smiled back. It was clear to the others around you that both of you were nervous.

Two.

Eddie nudged your nose with his own nose.

One.

Fireworks! You closed your eyes, and Eddie leaned in. His lips were a little chapped from winter but still soft and plush. He worked his mouth with yours as his hand came up to cup your left cheek. It was so natural, so easy, you couldn't believe how simple kissing was. You'd always thought it would be complicated. Or maybe it's due to the fact that Eddie was really good at it. You had nothing to compare it to, but he was really good at it.

Happy New Year! You heard the others cheer, breaking you out of your thoughts, and Eddie pulled away.

"Happy New Year, Sweets." He tilted your chin up to him.

“Happy New Year, Eddie." you whispered before he kissed you again.

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jamdoughnutmagician · 4 months

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New Year's Eve Kisses.

Steve Harrington x Reader (Fluff)

Just a short and fluffy NYE drabble with Steve, heavily based on this scene from Friends

Posting this a little early but whatever 🤷‍♀️

Word Count:668

Masterlist / Steve Harrington Masterlist.

The party is in full swing with everyone gathered in Steve’s house for a new year’s eve celebration. There’s banners, decorations and food and drink aplenty as all the party-goers stand around chatting in their groups.

“Yes! ‘87 baby! It’s finally going to be my year, Harrington. I can feel it!” Eddie beams brightly, his wide smile stretching across his face.

“Good luck, man.” Steve cheered back, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

“We’re both happy for you, Ed.” you smile at your friend, although you wish you could share his enthusiasm about the new year drawing to a close.

You and Steve had been only dating for a few months, and Eddie was the only one who knew about you two. An unfortunate moment where he accidentally caught you both making out in a dark corner in The Hideout one time. Truth be told, Eddie didn’t think too much about it until he saw you leave the bar hand-in-hand with a matching pair of smiles on either of your faces.

Eddie noticed how your smile didn’t fully reach your eyes, and a worry set it’s place in his chest.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

“We wanted to kiss at midnight, but nobody else is going to, so we can’t either.” you explain with a sad tone in your voice.

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart.” Eddie says with a nod. “Just let your old pal Eddie sort it all out.” he tells you all too confidently.

Eddie makes his way over to Robin where she is already enthusiastically beginning to countdown the seconds until midnight.

“33! 32! 31-”

“-Hey Rob-” Eddie interrupts. “Who are you kissing at midnight, huh? Chrissy or Nancy?”

“What?” she replies in confusion.

“You gotta kiss somebody. You’re gay, so you’re not gonna kiss Steve.” Eddie explains further.

“So who’s going to kiss Steve?”

“Y/N is.”

“Really?” She smirks, cocking her head to the side.

“Look, who would you rather have kiss Steve, me or y/n Eddie says with a quirked eyebrow.

“Oh definitely Y/n.” she decides all too quickly. “I suppose I’ll kiss Chrissy.”

“That’s great!” he smiles at her, with a pat on her shoulder before moving his way around the party.

“Hey Chrissy!” Eddie shouts over to her above the music. “Robin’s going to kiss you at midnight!”

“Oh okay! Sounds good!” her cheeks flush pink at the idea of kissing that cute girl from the school’s band that she’d had a secret crush on for a while.

“Nance! Nance!” Eddie shouts, getting her attention as he makes his way towards her. “I’m going to kiss you at midnight, okay?”

“What?” she shakes her head, her dark curls bouncing as she does.

“Everybody’s kissing someone, so I’m going to kiss you. Plus you can’t kiss Steve, you two have that whole weird history going on.”

“And?” she shakes her head once more, as if she wasn’t quite following what Eddie was putting forward.

“Besides, Jonathan’s not here, so who would you rather have kiss you, me or Robin?” Eddie asks, with a confident nod of his head.

“Robin’s lovely, but I just don’t swing that way.” She confesses.

“Great.” Eddie smiles.

The countdown to midnight draws closer and closer as everyone gathers by the television in Steve’s living room.

“3! 2! 1! Happy New Year!!” Everyone cheers, as they hug and peck the lips of their respective New years eve partners.

You wind your arms around Steve’s neck to bring him closer as his hands find their home on your hips, giving you a gentle and reassuring squeeze.

Steve leans in close to you, his lips softly brushing against yours in a sweet kiss.

“Happy New Year, Honey.”

“Happy New Year, Stevie.” you smile back at him, your eyes sparkling with love for the boy in front of you.

You couldn’t be more happy to have your Stevie in your life, and sharing a kiss with him at midnight was the perfect way to ring in the new year.

@itsfreakingbats @penguinsandpotterheads @xxhellfirebunnyxx @onegirlmanytales @reidsbtch @willowsgrl @mrsjellymunson

#Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x female reader #Steve Harrington x reader fluff #Steve Harrington fluff #Steve Harrington x reader fanfiction

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lukehughes43 · 1 year

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nye traditions - luke hughes

word count: 2,469

a/n: happy new year everybody! first post in like, ages. so please, enjoy this wholesome lukey content because I love it and him with all my heart🫶🏼

“so you’re telling me if we don’t win today, that i don’t get my new year’s eve kiss?” the shock was evident in luke’s voice, and you couldn’t help but giggle at how worried he had gotten over something as little as the new year’s eve kiss. “that’s just cruel, y/n/n, absolutely cruel,” he then added on as he finished packing up his usa backpack through the phone screen.

shrugging your shoulders you slumped further into the white sheets of your hotel bed. “figured you could use a little more motivation, lukey, that’s all,” you answered with a sweet smile. “plus, if you wanna kiss me for the fifth year in a row you’ve got to work for it, hughes.”

his eyes rolled while he barely glanced back at his phone to see your smiling face. “if i don’t get to kiss you at midnight then i guess that means i have to kiss duker,” the captain then smiled, his blue eyes glancing towards something out of frame.

“absolutely not! you will not be kissing anybody but y/n!” dylan then screeched, his face popping into the screen to glare at you. “y/n m/n l/n, i swear to god if you’re not in our hotel room by eleven fifty tonight i’m going to hunt you down and drag you up here to kiss hughesy, because i will not be doing it.”

humming you just nodded your head softly at the two, “beat finland first and then we’ll talk.”

luke’s former roommate rolled his eyes before disappearing off screen once more. mumbling something to your boyfriend of five years as he went. “yeah, yeah that works,” he spoke, “i’ll just be a couple more minutes and then i’ll meet you down there.”

once his attention was fully back on the phone screen your smile grew even larger on your face, “hi moosey.”

“hi baby,” he mused, hand running through the curls that were beginning to fall on his forehead. “‘ve gotta head out soon, so only couple more minutes with you.”

you let out a blissful sigh while you sat back up against the headboard. “that’s okay, love. i have to start getting ready pretty soon anyway. your mom and i are leaving for lunch in an hour and i haven’t done anything to get ready yet. too busy staring at my boy.”

the red that painted the apples of the nineteen year old’s cheeks was your favorite color of the shade. “oh stop it, honey. there’s no need for flattery when you already broke my heart by saying if we don’t win i don’t get a new year’s eve kiss.” his bottom lip was jutted out just barely as his eyes met yours once more.

your e/c eyes rolled as you stared at the youngest brother who was almost never over dramatic. “lukey, honey, just worry about the game. you’ll get your kiss, i promise you.” your words instantly caused a smile to blossom on his face. “now, i’ll see you after the game, okay? i love you, good luck.”

“i love you too, y/n/n, and thank you,” he answered while reaching forward and grabbing his phone. “i’ll see you there.”

smiling you nodded, “i’ll be the one cheering the loudest in the stands.”

“bye, darling. i love you,” luke promised one final time silently waiting for you to do the same.

there wasn’t even a second of hesitation before you answered:

“i love you too, lukey.” and with that he gave you a half wave and his toothy smile before he ended the call. leaving you waiting not so patiently for four o’clock to see him dressed in his blue usa jersey.

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there was a frantic knocking on ellen’s hotel door at eleven forty-five. a confused look was shared between the two of you before you pushed yourself off the couch and slowly started making your way to investigate. “i don’t think that i know anybody that would be coming to the door this late,” ellen said while giving you a skeptical look.

“it won’t hurt to look,” you answered while already pressing your upper body against the white wood, eye peeking through the peephole. “it’s dylan?” while you didn’t intend for the statement to come out as a question, your bewilderment was hard to miss.

smiling and shaking her head, ellen got up from her spot on the couch and joined you over at the door. “somebody is clearly eager to get you with luke,” she teased as you pulled the door open to meet the michigan forward face to face.

“duker,” you sigh while leaning against the doorframe, “you said i had until eleven fifty! i don’t want to impose on the team more than i’m already going to be.”

with in seconds dylan was shaking his head to disagree with your words. “i don’t care, none of us care! i just need you to come with me. right now or luke’s going to have a fit, and if luke has a fit that means i’m going to have a fit. and if i have a fit gavin and rutger will have a fit. and then suddenly every single michigan hockey boy will be throwing a fit because mom and dad didn’t kiss at midnight on new years eve.”

after the rambling mess also known as dylan duke had subsided, you slowly turned your head to share a look with your future mother-in-law. “i, uh,-”

“well, you better get going, ‘mom,’” ellen teased with a knowing smile, “we can’t have any of our boys throwing fits because my son didn’t get his new year’s eve kiss.” a flush covered your own cheeks as you gently nodded your head to agree with her. “i’ll see you after sweetheart, next year even.”

shaking your head the smile grew on your face once more, “i’ll see you next year, ellen.” you then turned your attention to dylan and pushed yourself off the wall. “alright, duker, let’s go find my boy.”

the elevator ride up to the sixth floor where all the players were lodging, as well as celebrating the new year, probably last about two minutes, but to you it felt like a century. the first reason being because of how excited you were to see luke for more than five minutes after a game. the second reason being dylan’s head was dropped against your shoulder, eyes closed and drool just barely starting to fall from his mouth and to the ntdp sweatshirt you were wearing. when the elevator dinged you shrugged your shoulder to wake the boy up.

“am i going to the left or right, duker?” you asked while he began to rub his eyes with his right hand, and his mouth with his left.

“right, we’re all in some little like conference room thing,” he explained while pushing past you and immediately going to the right. “don’t waste another second, y/n/n, it’s almost eleven fifty-five. i know that luke is having a heart attack right now.” you silently saulted the boy as you followed behind him, thinking about how the entire usa team was about to watch you and luke have your new years eve kiss. “look how i found!” dylan yelled while the two of you broke the threshold of the conference room.

without fail, every pair of eyes had fallen on to you, but the only person you cared about was luke. your body slowly gravitated towards the six foot two curly haired boy, only to be stopped by rutger jumping up from his chair and hugging you: “mom! gavin look! mom made it!”

you hugged the boy back, eyes locking with luke’s as he began to tap on his wrist. “of course i made it, rutger, i wasn’t about to leave my boy hanging after you guys won today. we’ll catch up in a little bit, okay? right now i have to go be with my actual boyfriend.” grumbling under his breath the freshman let go of you just barely enough for you slip out of his arms and right into luke’s.

“hi honey,” he smiled down at you, right hand slipping into your left. “wanna step into the hallway for a couple minutes?” instantly you were nodding your head, already knowing that luke didn’t want to kiss you in front of everybody if he didn’t have to. not that he didn’t want to, because he gladly would, but when he hadn’t been able to spend much time alone with you he wanted to take the chances he could.

“i thought you’d never ask,” you smiled, slowly backing up towards the door you had just walked through, tugging his hand as you went. “did you guys have a nice team dinner, lu?” you asked once you were through the door and looking back at him.

he shrugged his shoulders while leaning back against the wall and pulling you in front of him, and his left hand up to his mouth to give it a gentle kiss. “as good as team dinner can be i guess. food was good, just dead from the game,” he answered, lips just barely brushing against the skin of your hand before he kissed the metal of your promise ring.

“i already kind of assumed that,” you smiled while wrapping your arms around his neck, “dylan fell asleep on my shoulder in the elevator.” luke’s mouth dropped open with a small laugh, his hands finding home on your hip and the small of your back. “he was drooling even.”

“of course he was,” luke mumbled, “i’m sorry, honey. i told him i’d go and get you, or just go down there and be with you but duker had insis-”

luke was cut off by the sound of the countdown that had began to take storm of the makeshift party room:

“ten!”

you couldn’t help the way the blush again to paint your cheeks red. even with this being the fifth year of kissing luke.

“nine!”

luke’s goofy smile was spread across his face ear from ear as he stared down at you. his lips just barely cracked from being chapped.

“eight!”

unbeknown to the both of you, dylan, gavin, and rutger were making their way to the door way.

“seven!”

“i love you.”

“six!”

“i love you too.”

“five!”

your hand just barely started to creep up towards luke’s hair, barely running through it.

“four!”

luke pulled you in closer. your body pressed completely up against his.

“three!”

“nother year with you, y/n/n.”

“two!”

“another year with you, lukey.”

“one!”

you were pulling luke down to meet you halfway, standing on your tip-toes in order to mesh your lips with his. his hand on your hip gave you a gentle squeeze, trying to help steady you, the hand on the small of your back pushing you in closer to him. all while you couldn’t help but start to smile against his lips. the kiss suddenly became clashing teeth as he couldn’t fight the smile on his face either.

“happy new year, darling,” he whispered into your ear as he pulled you into his chest to keep you wrapped in his arms.

humming you pressed a kiss against his clothed chest, “happy new year, love.”

“YES! MOM AND DAD KISSED! MOM AND DAD KISSED!”

the sound of cheering had both you and looking and turning your attention towards the doorway, dylan, gavin, and rutger’s head just peeking out one on top of the other. both gavin’s and dylan’s cheeks were flushed pink, embarrassed rutger had gotten them caught, but he could care less. he was all smiles as he stared happily at the two of you.

pulling away from luke you earned what sounded like a whimper before you slipped your hand into his to walk over to the three. “just because of this little stunt, i do believe it’s bedtime for you and gavin, rutger.”

“but mom,” gavin pouted while fully stepping into the hallway, “how are we supposed to go to sleep when you can’t even tuck us in like you do at school.”

rutger nodded his head to agree, “lukey’s been tucking us in, but he’s not good at it without you. and he doesn’t give us our forehead kisses.”

“you never asked for them!” luke interjected, trying to make sure he didn’t come off as the bad guy in this situation.

you shushed him, your attention back fully on the two freshmen you had taken in this year. “if you guys wanted your forehead kisses all you had to do was ask - but straight to bed after, deal?”

“deal!” gavin and rutger said in perfect unison.

smiling you leaned forward and pressed a kiss first to gavin’s head, as he had been the more patient of the two. “goodnight gavin, i love you. get some sleep tonight, you deserve it after that game.” he happily smiled back at you as you turned your attention to rutger. “rutger, rutger, rutger, what am i going to do with you?”

“pack me up in your suitcase when you and luke move out to new jersey?” he suggested with a sweet smile.

shaking your head you laughed, “i don’t think so buddy.” you then grabbed his cheeks and kissed his forehead. “goodnight rutger, i love you. you had a great game, great goal. i’m so proud of you.”

“did you hear that gavin? y/n said she’s proud of me!” and just like that him and gavin were making the trek towards their shared room, all while dylan shared at you longingly.

“come on duker, get over here for your forehead kiss,” you smiled, already knowing that’s why he was suddenly gloomy. dylan planted himself where rutger was previously standing right in front of you, leaning his forehead towards you for more access. laughing you leaned the rest of the way and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. “goodnight duker, i love you. you played so good today, now go and get some sleep. put some neosporin on your cuts.”

luke wrapped an arm around your waist, head dropping against your shoulder. “i’ll be in soon, dyl, just gonna walk, y/n/n back to her room first.” nodding his head duker was the last of your children to disappear back down the hallway to his hotel room leaving you and luke alone once more. he pressed a loving kiss against the side of your neck before talking, “you know, when we have kids in the future we’re gonna have the bedtime routine down because of our first three children.”

“bedtime routine, and three babysitters we won’t have to pay a single dime to after having to put up with them for the past year.”

#umich hockey #umich #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #usa hockey #ntdp #new jersey devils #my works #my writing #dylan duke #gavin brindley #rutger mcgroarty #wjc 2023 #luke hughes

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april-is · 27 days

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April 3, 2024: Positivity, D.A. Powell

Positivity D.A. Powell

“Anyway, it isn’t forever,” Chris said, “eventually you’re dead.” And we laughed

Besides, everything is better now. Not us but implants, blenders, children, heart attacks. There’s never been a better time to be alive than when you are. If you are. Black-throated blue warbler says chewchewchewchewchewww drawing the last chew out like a sucking drainpipe to say he has mated and is satisfied. Say what you will about that. His joy is uncontainable

and yet it has a form, a measure, to make it clear he’s not upset or feeling anxious. And if he’s bragging, well, it’s no shame to brag that you’re happy.

Honeybees cavorting on the goldenrod are working toward a common goal they’ll never see achieved. They lay down the walls of their cathedral of honeycomb and will not cope the spire, busy in the present task, trusting that the work continues. I’d like to write a children’s book called everybody dies. Upbeat, of course, and pragmatic. You only got so many days. Don’t think about death; when you’re ready, death will think about you. Go out tonight with your friends, like Chris, who went out big or not at all. Have a ball. Plan ahead.

Hear the poet read this aloud.

also by D.A. Powell (shared in year 1 of this project!): [this is what you love: more people. you remember]

More like this:

Overjoyed, Ada Limón

you can’t be a star in the sky without holy fire, Frank X. Gaspar

Today in:

2023: Picture This, Jiordan Castle 2022: Alba, Madeleine Cravens 2021: July, Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz 2020: Poem Beginning With A Retweet, Maggie Smith 2019: Waiting for Happiness, Nomi Stone 2018: United, Naomi Shihab Nye 2017: If You Are Over Staying Woke, Morgan Parker 2016: High School Senior, Sharon Olds 2015: Dog in Bed, Joyce Sidman 2014: Persephone Writes to Her Mother, Tara Mae Mulroy 2013: Hook, James Wright 2012: How to Build an Owl, Kathleen Lynch 2011: Expecting, Kevin Young 2010: The Choir, Luke Kennard 2009: I Come Home Wanting To Touch Everyone, Stephen Dunn 2008: Visible World, Richard Siken 2007: Anywhere Else, Maggie Dietz 2006: After Work, Richard Jones 2005: The Sheep-Child, James Dickey

#death #joy #poem #national poetry month #feast on your life #d.a. powell #birds

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bichatonne · 2 months

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Don't get me wrong I'm absolutely thrilled about this whole BAFTA evening like everybody here. They really gave us what we wanted and even more. I am so excited. They are so good to us. And they really seem so authenticly happy to do that and be here.

But guys, I feel a bit sad because I cannot bear the absurdity and frustration of so much love for strangers. I want to drown in this content. It gives me so much joy and bliss but .. the aftertaste is a bit of .. shame ? Why would this make me feel butterflies like love would ? This is very parasocial and sometimes i'm judging myself.

But the whole fandom is so amazing and these men are such exemples of talented and goodhearted celebrities, and i'm getting so much happiness and experiences. God I even bought train tickets to see NYE in London ! How Amazing is that ?

Love everything I see here and everybody is so nice.. and i'm sorry for the rant but sometimes, even if I know i'm not alone in this, I feel so weird.

What are your thoughts ?

#michael sheen #david tennant #good omens #baftas

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carlos-in-glasses · 4 months

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Happy New Year everybody and thank you for the tag @strandnreyes and @chicgeekgirl89 🩷 One more Seven Sentence Sunday for the 2023 road! Anyone else having a cosy NYE at home?

Chapter 8: Your Heart, As If It Was My Very Own of Where All This Love Comes From is now up on Ao3, so this is from Chapter 9: Coffee with Gutiérrez.

“Gabriel didn’t understand how people can play for the other team. He also loved you. Both things can be true, even if it’s confusing. From my point of view, I say live-and-let-live and fly the flag, power to the people, whatever. But then, I also slept with a guy in college.”

“You did?” Carlos leans forward, keen for all the information.

“He looked like River Phoenix. I pretty much cartwheel up and down the Kinsey Scale.” Gutiérrez wafts a hand back and forth, as if to represent a laid-back flipflop of sexuality. “I met my ex-wife a few weeks later, and that was that.”

“Fair enough,” Carlos says as he goes to take another sip of coffee.

“So, I’m open minded. And that’s what your dad did – he talked to people who were open minded. I guess, bit by bit, by the time you met your husband, he was feeling better about it all. The fact that he wasn’t seeking an echo chamber should mean something to you.

Open tag and tags below

Tagging with no pressure ever!: @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @eclectic-sassycoweyes @louis-ii-reyes-strand @carlos-tk @lemonlyman-dotcom @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @heartstringsduet @bonheur-cafe @chaotictarlos @ladytessa74 @taralaurel @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @paperstorm @alrightbuckaroo @redshirt2 @whatsintheboxmh @welcometololaland @thisbuildinghasfeelings @rmd-writes @noxsoulmate @herefortarlos @orchidscript @jesuisici33 @inflarescent @wandering-night19 @reyesstrand @sznofthesticks @inkweedandlizards @goodways @three-drink-amy @sugdenlovesdingle @sanjuwrites @freneticfloetry @theghostofashton @never-blooms ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜

#Gutiérrez is bisexual pls join me in this headcanon #Where All This Love Comes From #Flashback fic #seven sentence sunday #cig tagged #cig reblogs #tarlos fanfic #tarlos fanfiction

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foxes-that-run · 5 months

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Keep Driving

I love him so much. My 1 step plan to make anyone love him is watching him perform.

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He said of Keep Driving when he first played it at the NY ONO show:

And before the next song, I wanna say thank you to my good friend and collaborator Mitchell Rowland! Say hi daddy! (laughs) I wrote this next song with Mitch and he supports me in every way possible, he literally makes me sound so much better, thank you for being on stage with me and thank you Sarah!

The screen s when he performed it on love on tour were lover/fine line pink & blue.

Keep Driving is a stream of consciousness, snapshot moments of a life, interspersed with asking his love if they should continue, noting they have overcome hard times. The tempo is important, it becomes more disjointed and chaotic when he is distracted and it calms and returns to a happy pace when he communicates with his love, checking in how they are. The question is almost rhetorical, he wants to continue and is reminding himself to not lose the connection with his muse.

Harry and Taylor have sung about communication and being tongue tied a lot, so Keep Driving is important growth. To me, it sounds like the way Harry posts to social media, seemingly random things that hold meaning to him. It could almost be 'should I keep scrolling?' as that also speaks to interaction without communication.

The title is a Haylor theme, @womanexile has a post of the times they refer to driving here, which is many of their pivotal songs.

Lyrics

Black and white film camera Yellow sunglasses Ashtray, swimming pool Hot wax, jump off the roof

The B&W film camera makes me think of polaroids and Taylor's OOTW line "You took a polaroid of us and discovered the rest of the world was in B&W and we were in screaming colour." A line Harry referenced in his IG feed for 2 years from when that song came out, they were seen at the same place on the dates of most colour photos.

Taylor wore yellow sunglasses and a men's shirt in the 22 MV shoot. The 22 MV also has a with a pool and acting up.

Harry refers to hot wax in Hunger "Candles burnt down to the floor / Wearing less than you wore before"

A small concern with how the engine sounds We held darkness in withheld clouds I would ask, "Should we just keep driving?"

Harry can hear their is a concern with the relationships engine, he notes they have overcome troubles before and rather than running he talks to his partner. Huge progress on communication.

This chorus plays an important role in the tempo and meaning of the song, stopping and talking to each other to ask 'should we keep driving' calms the tempo down, when he and his beloved stop talking and get distracted by the other things it gets chaotic. The message is to communicate. He can see a trouble in the relationship, but they overcome difficult times before, by communicating things calm and it continues.

I Know Places: "Something happens when everybody finds out, see the vultures circling dark clouds" also the Me! MV has their phantom/ghost as a cloud. The Late Night Talking MV also has dark storm clouds at 2:37.

Maple syrup, coffee Pancakes for two Hash brown, egg yolk I will always love you

This verse is telling of a private times together, with common breakfast items. Harry has also referred to breakfast in the unreleased Hunger "We would stay in my house for days / Spilling breakfast on pillowcases"

Passports in footwells Kiss her and don't tells Wine glass, puff pass, tea with cyborgs Riot America, science and edibles Life hacks going viral in the bathroom

Harry missed his flight before the NYE kiss because he left his passport in his mum's car.

Kiss her and don’t tells is self explanatory, but speaks to the long period of time Harry was dating Taylor and constantly asked about her in interviews. The point he made audiences laughing because he’d say “I think the thing is with songwriting…”

Cyborgs are in the Ready for it Music Video. In the BTS Taylor also (1:25) calls them this. The BTS videos are messing with H, complete with edging the way she speaks and how sassily she says her and Joe's birth years will be together.

Cocaine, side boob Choke her with a sea view Toothache, bad move Just act normal Moka pot Monday, it's all good Hey, you Should we just keep driving?

So much attention is on the cocaine line here and in daylight. He did have some tiny pupils in late 1D days. To Howard Stern he said "Who ultimately do you want to be at the end of the day?' You don't want to be the guy who died. You don't want to be the guy who's like whacked out on drugs. You want to be the guy who's 70 and playing for three hours because he can, and he wants to, and everyone's loving it, and he's having fun." Gosh I want that for him.

Harry referenced the Seaview in the Adore you video. Taylor and Harry have both referenced sea views, with the Cannes IG posts, the sl*t lyric video and promotion for cruel summer.

There's no sideboob shortage around Mr Styles. OW had some when this song was coming out, but HH was mostly written before before they met. I think this is Taylor at the 2013 People's Choice awards. It was 2 weeks after the boat break up, rumors if there was shading or a hickey, different Red era style. She also had sideboob at the 2013 VMSs when they may have gotten back together.

Taylor chipped a tooth on stage and just acted normal. This happened August 2013 while they dated.

Finally Harry has sung about Coffee three times, always about communication, which is the message of the song: Falling "And the coffee's out / At the Beachwood Café", Music for a Sushi Restaurant "Late night, game time / Coffee on the stove, yeah" and here.

#haylor #keep driving #harry styles #harry’s house

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evanescenceofficial: What better way to celebrate NYE than with a SURPRISE VIDEO DROP!? We can’t think of one! Click the link in bio and check out the official video for YEAH RIGHT! HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY! 🍾🥂🎉🎆

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#Evanescence #Yeah Right #Amy Lee #Emma Anzai #Will Hunt #Troy McLawhorn #Tim McCord #Instagram

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lokidokieokie · 1 year

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Fic Recs

Hey guys! First off, I hope you had a happy holidays and a great New Year!

Soo sorry for the lack of fic rec list over the last few weeks; between getting food poisoning, going to work, going on a short holiday as well as Christmas and New Year, it's been pretty busy!

So, below the cut, please find my fic recommendations for the weeks of 12/12/2022 - 01/01/2023!

psst...there's a lot of them

Loki Laufeyson

Naughty or Nice by @muddyorbsblr

Practice Makes Perfect | 1 | 2 | 3 by @simplyholl

Yield to Me by @wheredafandomat

Underneath the Christmas Tree by @holdmytesseract

A Cool December Night by @lady-rose-moon

Evergreen by @joyful-enchantress

A Cozy Christmas by @holymultiplefandomsbatman

The Greatest Showman by @lokisgoodgirl

Mischief and Miracles by @mochie85

Eggnog by @peachyjinx

"Snow Bound" by @ijuststareatstuffhereok89

Sweet and Spicy by @coldnique

Loki's Little Secret | 1 | 2 | 3 by @vbecker10

Something Real by @ladylovesloki masterlist linked

A Clandestine Christmas by @lokisgoodgirl

Sweeter than Pralines by @fictive-sl0th

Lazy Morning by @wheredafandomat

The Joker and The Queen by @holdmytesseract

Man of the Month by @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr masterlist linked

All I Could Give You by @muddyorbsblr

Kintsugi by @mygfloki

Chocolates and Promises by @michelleleewise part 1 linked

Hostile F*cks Collection by @lokisgoodgirl

I'll Love You No Matter What by @kalinaselennespeaks

Game Night by @mcufan72

Have Some Tea by @kilikina34512

The Selection by @lady-rose-moon masterlist linked

Wicked Desires by @fictive-sl0th part 1 linked

The Christmas a God Came to Visit by @wheredafandomat

Admit It by @fluffyfantasticducky

The Mischievous Adventures of Lokitty by @michelleleewise masterlist linked

Merry Christmas! by @holdmytesseract

Yuletide Delights by @cake-writes

Full by @cake-writes

Panacea by @cake-writes

New Years Eve by @simplyholl

Loki's Di-Llama by @michelleleewise @xorpsbane

NYE @ Thors? by @wheredafandomat

Rescuing Thor: Loki and Ella's Misadventures by @psychospore

James Conrad

Dangerous Paradise by @holdmytesseract

Magnus Martinsson

Should We Tell Them? by @muddyorbsblr

Doctor Stephen Strange + his Variants

Boundless by @futureplayboibunnie

Like Real People Do by @dumpsterhippie

Christmas Time by @vickie-mcmuffin

The Anchor by @space-mermaid-writing masterlist linked

Gentle by @futureplayboibunnie

It Started With a Whisper by @whore4sherlockholmes

Everybody Talks by @writingliv

Wong, the Matchmaker by @pinkthick

Sherlock Holmes

It's Lovely, Isn't It by @feral-for-strange

Just an Experiment by @strangelockd

Beg for Forgiveness by @a-cup-of-earl-grey-please

I Love You by @strangelockd

Merry Christmas, Sherlock by @writingliv

Please show your support for these fabulous authors by commenting on and reblogging their posts!

See you all next week for your regularly scheduled programming!

#Ella's Fic Rec List #fic rec #fic recs #fic rec list #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #james conrad #james conrad x reader #magnus martinsson #magnus martinsson x reader #tom hiddleston #doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor strange x reader #sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #sherlock x reader

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So, this is what my NYE looks like this year. It's also what it looked like one year ago, two years ago, and three years ago. Not four years ago though! Four years ago I didn't have any fake beer. Other than that, it's always the same: I stay home, I never party, I don't drink alcohol. I eat something tasty. I read. I call my grandma at midnight and message my friends to wish them all a happy new year - and then I go to sleep.

I'm boring! Don't say surely I'm not. I am. I wholeheartedly enjoy it. I enjoy being introverted, taking long solitary walks, spending my time with very few, very dear to me people. I enjoy peace and silence. I'm the kind of person that all the other kids considered pathetic and a loser back in school because I genuinely found a friday night out a punishment rather than something fun. But I'll be 100% sincere with you rn: I'm not ashamed of it! Nearing my mid-twenties, I feel a lot more comfortable with myself than I did maybe 5 years ago. I like the way I am.

So, to all my fellow introverts, to everybody who just doesn't like to party, everybody who wants to have a chill night tonight: have a great - whatever that means to you!! - new year's eve and a peaceful, beautiful, successful, healthy, loving 2024 <333

#nothing wrong with being boring im not a tv show ✌️#mine

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lifedeathtimespace · 4 months

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TADvent Day 31 - Sparkles and Glitter

@theamazingdevildiscord

It's NYE, and I made it! 31 days straight of TADposting! That in itself feels worth a celebration to me, so I'm raising a virtual glass to myself and to all of you. I started this challenge expecting to drop out within the first week, so honestly this is unbelievable haha, who knew I had this many thoughts about one band? Everybody knew, lets be real I never stop thinking about them but that's beside the point.

I'm so excited for what 2024 is going to bring. There's a new album to come, with all the emotions and inevitable posting on this account that it will bring, and I'm hoping to have the Entity List™️ finished and ready to post at some point soon. I am tempted to wait for the new album though, so that I can include any new additions to the lore, but it's really going to depend on how quickly I get the current draft finished. I'm sure I'll have lots of other TAD thoughts to unload onto this website in the meantime (I've been having FEELINGS about Secret Worlds recently!)

In the meantime, I want to wish anyone who's read even one of my posts a very happy and healthy new year - may your 2024 be filled with joy, peace, and the people who bring you those things. I'll see you all next year, Dearhearts 💜💜💜

#TADvent2023 #tadvent #the amazing devil #joey batey #madeleine hyland #song lyrics #tad #amazing devil #music #song analysis #the horror and the wild #love run #ruin

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The UC Theatre, Berkeley, CA, 12/31/23

As I was about to board my flight from Portland down to Oakland who should run up - after boarding was well in progress - but Amanda Fucking Palmer herself, with a large bag from Powell’s Books over her shoulder, which is so on-brand it’s not even funny. The whole crew was on the same flight with me. Cosmic coincidences.

The inimitable Kat Robichaud dominated as Mistress of Ceremonies, and she brought along some friends from the Misfit Cabaret, so this promised to be a great night from the start.

Kat kicked things off with her original song Charade, then The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence provided a series of short, pithy blessings for the new year that managed to be funny, touching, and queer in equal measure.

Snatch Adams did an amazing burlesque routine involving a leaf blower and a giant balloon that she somehow got completely inside … and then removed her clothes.

Another original from Kat, and an extremely sexy dance from Aurora Rose, and it was time for the Dresden Dolls.

In 2017 Amanda did an NYE show a week after having a miscarriage and barely made it through the show. This show was similarly performed amidst some personal tragedy. Amanda had just learned that a good friend from New Zealand - whom she was actually en route to go visit - had died suddenly and tragically. And the longtime landlord / den mother of the artist collective Cloud Club, where Amanda “grew up” as an artist, was in hospice on his death bed (he passed early on the 2nd). While she did talk about this a little on stage for the most part she just powered through and delivered a killer show.

My favorite way to ring in the new year is with Amanda and/or the Dolls, and this show went a long way towards explaining why. Flamboyantly talented people providing astounding spectacle; who could ask for anything more? Halfway through the show my friend Nikki turned to me and said, “I can’t imagine being happier than I am right now!” I couldn’t agree more.

Annotated Set List:

Good Day (Brian on guitar to start)

Sex Changes

Gravity

Modern Moonlight

My Alcoholic Friends

Shores of California

Welcome to the Internet (Bo Burnham cover) - Before this song Amanda often asks, “Are there any young people in the audience?” and she typically chooses one to serenade during the ‘Waiting for YOOOOOU!’ bridge. Tonight this turned into a bit of a bidding war in which we started at 18 and worked our way down to 5. At one point Brian became an auctioneer, “I’ve got 16 here do I hear 15? 14! 14 going once, can I get … 13 over here!”

Mandy Goes to Med School

Amanda said she wanted to repeat the collective primal scream they had done last NYE, and while that’s true the tradition actually started at the very first solo show Amanda did in the States post COVID in August of ‘22.

“Close your eyes, and on the count of three I would like you to scream as loudly as possible to release the good, the bad, the ugly, the better, the unfulfilled, the loneliness, the whatever you fucking went through last year it’s now gone and you’ve got about an hour to sit with it if you wanna be sad or happy and then it’s all gonna go away and we’re gonna go into 2024 into a bucket of unicorn dreams!”

PRIMAL SCREAM!!

Mister God

Amanda said that she and Whitney had come up with a working title for the new Dresden Dolls album: Downer Bangers (“That was my nickname in high school!” quipped Nikki.)

“I found out this morning that a really good friend of mine from New Zealand just died really suddenly and tragically, and I’m in the middle of losing someone else in my life, and it’s just one of those days where you’re like, ‘This is happening, and I still have to play a show.’ This has happened to me enough that I know how to do it, but I’ve gotta tell you that it’s still really weird to get up in front of everybody while I’m going through what I’m going through. And here’s the great thing about being in the Dresden Dolls: I have a song for that! So I’m gonna play it.”

Houdini

Another Christmas (Brian on guitar, Amanda on jingle bells)

Amsterdam (Jacques Brel cover) (Brian on guitar, Amanda on beer) - At the beginning of the second stanza Amanda lost track of the lyrics. “In the port of Amsterdam, there’s a sailor who … ”

“Dies!” I helpfully yelled

“Dies … sorry, Tom.”

Hey don’t apologize to me; I live for this shit!

Missed Me - Brian has taken to really going all out on this one, often performing entire melodramatic vignettes. Tonight he just … left. Got up, left the stage, disappeared. He has played with briefly “leaving” during this song, but this time he was just gone. And Amanda had no idea what was going on. She was talking to the crowd - he’s really gone, I’m all alone, what do I do? sort of thing - when a large, potted plant crept up behind her. As Brian was creeping about the stage hiding behind the plant like a cartoon villain Amanda said, “This is the same guy who during soundcheck was like, ‘Let’s keep the intro really short.’” The antics went on so long that Amanda got flustered and got confused about where they were in the song. She looked at me and asked, “Is this right?” I gave her a big thumbs up.

Backstabber

Astronaut (A Brief History of Nearly Nothing) (Amanda Palmer cover)

Mrs. O - Quick restart after Amanda thought she detected a medical issue in the crowd, something that happened at both the LA and SD shows earlier in the month. It was a false alarm, and the band played on.

Delilah (featuring Kat Robichaud AND Whitney Moses (the OG!)) - Double Delilahs for double the pathos. Before starting Amanda entreated the crowd to sing along. “I want you to sing this song tonight for someone who needs it. And that someone might be you.”

Sing - Amanda was keeping one eye on the clock and the tempo on this one was a bit faster than normal so they could get it in before …

MIDNIGHT! Balloon drop! General pandemonium!

(You Gotta) Fight for Your Right (To Party!) (Beastie Boys cover) - Everyone on stage!

Coin-Operated Boy

War Pigs (Black Sabbath cover)

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Girl Anachronism

Photo Gallery: Preshow family portrait.

Destiney performed as a living statue before the show.

Snatch Adams, ladies and gentlemen.

The Dresden Dolls!

Welcome to the Internet

Another Christmas

Amsterdam!

Sometimes you just can’t see the drummer through the trees.

Dual Delilahs!

MIDNIGHT!!!

Submitted without comment.

Good night!

Traditional selfie with Whitney Moses and post-show family selfie featuring Michael!

#dresden dolls #amanda palmer #happy new year

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Fruity Four Advent Calendar, Bonus Day: New Year's Eve

Prompt List

Happy New Year! How about Steddie just stoopidly in love and kissing to round out the year??? Also, love that I can't remember the most basic shit but I remembered the bonus NYE prompt lmao.

'How About We Just Keep Kissing?'

Eddie props himself up on his elbows, frustrated enough to move just a little too far that he bumps foreheads with Steve.

"Ouch!" his boyfriend grumbles, pressing a palm to his forehead.

Serves him right for squirming around, again and breaking away to check the time on his watch, even though Eddie had set an alarm on his digital one. Steve holds his arm out, obviously to bring the hands into focus and Eddie can't help but huff out a frustrated breath. Of course, he was in love with someone possessed by the spirit of an old man.

"Almost time," Steve breaths, sounding so goddamn soft with his kissed-stained lips that Eddie can't be that annoyed. Well, sort of.

"Can you just… trust me when I say I can hear the party downstairs? They'll be shouting a countdown to midnight."

"Fine," Steve pouts looking back at him as he settles both hands down at either side of Eddie's face.

He reaches up to comb at his fringe, making his stupidly long and pretty eyelashes fluttering. Steve flits a glance at his lips.

"So pretty," he breathes like he's in a trance.

Eddie feels his cheeks flush red once again. They'd been like this for about half an hour, locked together on Steve's silly bedspread, impossibly close as they waited for midnight. The bedroom door was wedged shut with a desk chair, barricading them in the plaid-covered bedroom and away from the party his douchebag parents were hosting.

Steve was begrudgingly allowed a few invites, those being Eddie (who only earned judgemental grumbles upon his arrival) and Nancy and Robin who had disappeared to god knows where. Probably doing the exact same thing.

"Why don't we just keep kissing until the clock runs out, sugar?" Eddie suggests.

Not a moment later Steve leans down to nuzzle into his neck, continuing on the spot he'd torturously abandoned moments ago.

"10… 9… 8"

"Stevie," Eddie breathes, speaking directly into his ear. "Can you hear the countdown?"

"5… 4…"

"Nah-uh," he replies, voice muffled as he remains buried against skin.

Eddie pulls him off, perhaps a little rough as it makes Steve whimper.

"Better kiss me on the lips, muffin."

"You were the best thing about this year, Eds," Steve says, going misty-eyed as he presses against Eddie's lips.

At that exact measurements ment, Eddie hears the partygoers shout "1" and cheer. His watch sounds too, perhaps a second late but Steve doesn't notice. He's too busy prolonging their midnight kiss as long as possible.

He pulls away, brow furrowed and asks, "Is everybody cheering?"

"Yes, baby," Eddie replies, kissing his reddened cheek, lingering in hopes of stopping Steve's little sniffles.

"I love you, Eddie," he mumbles, voice gravely from the welling tears.

"I love you too, Steve."

He kisses his forehead as Steve settles against his chest.

#StrangerThingsFestiveFun #the fruity four #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #hoh steve harrington #steddie ficlet

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