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arxxq · 3 months

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𝐖𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑..

[ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 <3 !! ]

writing for my favorite characters: itoshi rin, akabane karma, sano manjiro

itoshi rin - mentions a guitarist reader,

akabane karma- mentions of rivals troupe,

manjiro sano- grumpy girl x sunshine boy,

: any mistakes will either be left unedited or will be edited when I do so, english is not my native language so be warned, I do not support plagiarism, do not steal my works, mentions of female reader in my head but not to worry it's all gender neutral, if used she/her pronounce it's because I imagine the reader as a female I apologize for that :

"a beauty just like your melody..." :

: itoshi rin is someone who's known to be cold and reserved to most others, some find him to be unapproachable and some find his demeanor is intimidating and some admire him for his talents, achievements and his hard work which makes it hard to believe he had someone to begin with..but he did and it was with one of the most talented guitarist in the whole school [name]. no one knew what was going on between them but some just assume they were just close friends since childhood but little did they know the two of them had a little thing going on,

it was after school, there they were one strumming their guitar while the other listened to their playing. the teal eyed man had his gaze on them so mesmerized at their beauty. once they finished [name] felt like they were being stared at so they giggled and looked at him. "did you enjoy the song or was your mind occupied somewhere else?" rin was unfazed but he let out a small chuckle which was very rare. "yk I love you right?" they were taken aback but laughed. "more than soccer?" the boy rolled his eyes "I hate to admit but I do love you more than soccer" :

"I hate you...I hate myself for that too"

: Everyone knew the hatred [name] held for akabane karma and I think it goes the same way for him as well, they were rivals since junior high even. [name] hated that red headed boy for everything, how he was better than him in most things, how cocky he gets, his behavior. basically everything. what made them hate despise him more was that he was always either one or two above her. it was time where mid years were about to come, [name] was in the library studying and it was late at night, by now no one was in the library except them and the librarian. They were getting tired and their mood was ruined. what made it worse was when they heard that voice.

"Oh well you look at that, it's miss perfect studying" that annoying voice rang in their head. "What do you want akabane?" she said with a hoarse voice. "In fact what are you even doing here," the boy studied [name]'s face and how visibly tired she looked. "Just returning a book...you should get a break you know and try and not get too worked out?" They scoffed. "I'm serious...you shouldn't get worked up," [name] glared at him. "Why the fuck do you care?" The boy was getting annoyed by their stubborn behavior. "Well believe it or not I'm not a dick like how you see me to be," he yelled. Lucky for them the librarian didn't hear "I hate you...I hate you I fucking do. I hate how you always manage to one up me, how you don't care about what people say to you, how you don't care about fitting it...I hate you and I hate myself for that" [name] admitted. The boy was taken aback. "Well believe it or not I don't hate you....I never did so let's start a new beginning for me and you?" He sat down beside you and smiled "I'd..I'd like that.."

"You're always so grumpy cheer up!"

: sano manjiro, [name] did not know how they got together in the first place because in the beginning of the year they were complaining about how immature Mikey is and how he keeps skipping class. they also complained how he is in a gang which isn't really good but now here they are together with him. At first [name] found him intimidating and everything but after getting to know him he was basically just such a big baby and pain to deal with. In their relationship they're basically the grumpy one one in the relationship.

"[Name] let's get dorayaki!" Mikey says ecstatic while the girl was not in the mood at the moment. "No please let's not I'm too tired for this Mikey!" She complains. "Come on loosen up" he drags her to his motorcycle. "Mikey don't you dare drive at an insane spee-! Mikey!" From afar draken and Emma were laughing at their odd relationship. "Those two are really something aren't they ken?" Draken laughed. "they really are"

Authors note:

my favorite characters <3 but if you ask me between all my favorites karma will always have a special place in my heart ngl. You don't know how much I love assassination classroom to this day. It will always have a small special place in my heart and I honestly don't mind that at all.

sincerely your dear author !

-Arxx/Hasinah.

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e-spexially · 3 months

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cowboy like me

pairing: billy the kid x lucy gray baird

summary: "sure would have been nice to meet you under different circumstances."

ib: these two edits by @lg.baird and @beatrixsfx on tiktok

note: this is purely self-indulgent, I saw these and felt SO angsty and inspired :(

The saloon was nicer than most that Billy had entered in the past. Smoke danced in the air and the room was dimly lit by the oil lamps placed on each table, giving the entire room a dreamy haze.

They even had live music. Not the kind where drunk men played the piano or gave some warbled rendition of an old folk tune, either. No, up on stage was a band. Two young women and two young men, playing instruments that appeared well cared for. The one singing looked to be the youngest of the bunch, blonde and fresh with her vocals.

It was a fast-paced melody and the already tipsy men and women of the saloon were on their feet in the small clearing between the tables that served as a dancefloor.

Billy walked up to the bar and bought himself a drink, trying to blend into the crowd. The music was a breath of fresh air from the constant drone of the outdoors he had been spending his time in lately. Being on the run was tiring and it was nice to finally sit in a real chair, surrounded by other people.

As he hunched over his drink, considering a game of poker, the song ended with a wave of applause, and the blonde girl spoke out to the crowd.

"Alright, y'all! For this next number, help me give a big, warm welcome to my cousin, Lucy Gray Baird!"

The blonde's energy was infectious and her request drew more applause from the crowd, even Billy. He supposed the group must have been well known, but he was out of the loop these days.

Then something unexpected happened. Onstage, walked one of the prettiest girls Billy had ever laid eyes on. Lucy Gray Baird was a dark-haired beauty, with a sweet smile and an air of confidence. His attention was hers without the girl even having to try. But then again, so was everyone else's. More applause rang out as she shot the crowd a smile, delicately cradling her shining, black guitar.

"Evenin', everyone!" She said to them in a melodic voice. "I hope y'all are enjoyin' the night so far. For this song, I'm gonna slow things down a bit and give everyone the chance to hold that special someone a little bit closer."

Billy felt the need to sit up straighter, to show that he was giving her performance the respect it deserved. And it truly did.

Everyone's born as clean as a whistle

As fresh as a daisy and not a bit crazy

Staying that way's a hard row for hoeing

As rough as a briar,

Like walking through fire

As Lucy Gray sang, he realized his father had been wrong before. The stars weren't a reflection of his own light, but hers. He'd spent countless hours staring at the night sky and he'd never met anyone that made him feel the way that view did. Not until tonight.

People were dancing, just as she had hoped. They held each other and swayed to the simple tune. She watched them proudly with a bright smile, as though her intention was merely to create the noise that seemed to move them, not be their sole focus. But he just couldn't help focusing on her, he couldn't look away. Her dark eyes scanned the crowd and Billy felt his heart skip a beat.

This world, it's dark

This world, it's scary

I've taken some hits, so no wonder I'm wary

It's why I need you

You're as pure as the driven snow

That's when they locked gazes with each other and the haze of the room matched the one he was feeling. Lucy Gray smiled a little wider when this happened and something inside him wondered if she knew what he was feeling. Did she? Or, better yet, did she feel it too?

The song continued and then ended, too quickly. She sang two more, their eyes meeting again and again. His drink was gone, the poker game long forgotten as well. Once her set reached its close, she immersed herself in the crowd with another young woman, the others onstage keeping the atmosphere going. Billy watched Lucy Gray being praised by many for her songs and smiled to himself.

She really deserved it. His leg bounced anxiously and the air felt electric, like something was fixing to happen. He knew what Jesse would say if he was here.

"Better make your move now, kid. 'Fore someone beats you to it."

Billy inhaled sharply, trying to give himself a boost of confidence. He suddenly felt thankful that he decided to wash before leaving the rooming house that night. Giving the bar a quick tap, he rose to his feet and made his way through the crowd to her.

She was in the middle of speaking to the women about her dress when he walked up, excusing himself and hoping she didn't find him rude for interrupting.

"Good evening." He held his hat against his chest. Lucy Gray stared up at him with a curious glimmer in her eye, catching sight of the pistol around his waist momentarily. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I was hoping I could buy you a drink?"

She looked pleasantly sheepish. Exchanging a quick word with the other women, she nodded.

"I don't see why not."

He breathed a sigh of relief and gestured for her to go first, setting his hat back atop his head. He didn't have much money left, but spending it on her felt like the right choice.

Purchasing two whiskeys, he handed her one and watched as she perched on the stool.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name," she spoke, taking a sip.

"Right," said the man, wiping his hand on his pants before extending it, as if he were afraid to get her dirty. "I'm Billy."

Lucy Gray smiled and shook his hand. It sent a jolt right through him and he averted his eyes for a moment. She stared at him thoughtfully, resting the whiskey glass against her shoulder.

"Are you enjoyin' the show, Billy?"

"Oh yeah," he replied, hoping he didn't sound too eager. "I liked that first song of yours, the one about the snow."

She looked pleased by this and he could tell she liked speaking about her music.

"Really? I'm glad to hear it!" Sipping her whiskey, she had an excited, almost nostalgic look in her eye. "I wrote that one a few months back when we were still up north. It snowed all the time up there and it just got me to feelin' inspired."

Billy leaned against the bar, taking in the smokiness of her voice. He could listen to her talk forever.

"Up north? You travel a lot?"

Lucy Gray nodded.

"Us Covey travel wherever the fancy takes us," she said. "We spent a good while doin' shows to keep ourselves fed and moved around until we needed more money. Then this fella named Jones picked us up somewhere in Sacramento and said he'd help us get our very own tour through the lower United States."

Moving from state to state by choice was a luxury he couldn't fathom. Ever since he was a boy, moving had been about survival. Billy thought he'd like to live a life like Lucy Gray's, to see the world of his own accord and not because he was running from something. He finished off his whiskey.

"That sounds nice, just bein' free," he mused, mainly to himself. This earned a head tilt from her and her mouth turned up in a small smile.

"I figured cowboys were as free as they come." That made him laugh and he set the glass down.

"I'm no cowboy."

"Well, you sure look the part," joked Lucy Gray. She looked around the saloon at the crowd and then her eyes found the dancefloor. "Hey, how 'bout a dance?"

Billy looked over his shoulder at the patrons slow dancing, feeling a bit more bold on account of the drinks he'd had. He glanced back at her and held out his hand.

"I don't see why not."

She drank the last of her whiskey before letting him lead her out onto the floor. He pulled her a bit closer, his hand finding her waist and hers his shoulder. Something about her demanded to be seen, to be admired. He might not have been the smartest when it came to women, but he knew from the start that she had all the control. What's more, he wasn't even sure it was intentional, but he knew he liked it.

As they danced, she studied his face a bit more.

"You're that outlaw, aren't you?" Billy felt his face flush and looked around for a moment before she laughed. "Don't worry, I wouldn't say anythin'. Not before I heard your story, anyways."

"My story?"

"Sure, everyone's got one." He pondered this for a moment, giving her a shrug.

"S'not exactly the kind people like to hear," he admitted. "It's got lots of sad bits."

"Well, those kinds of stories make the best songs." Lucy Gray looked up at him through her eyelashes. He wondered what his life would sound like through her pen, if she'd be able to take something dark like that and make it beautiful.

Maybe he'd tell her another time. He hoped there would be another time.

"I'll tell it to you someday." It felt like a promise, mainly to himself, that he'd see her again.

"I hope you will." She seemed content to let it rest at that for now. "Those posters don't do you justice, y'know? You're much more handsome up close."

A soft blush appeared on his face and he laughed it off.

"I'm sorry you had to see those, they're not exactly a likeness."

"You're right," she said gently. "I expected someone much scarier, the way people talk about you."

Billy's heart sank a bit at that. He hoped she hadn't heard anything too bad and if it was the truth being passed around, he only hoped she wouldn't judge him for it.

"I hope you'll give me a chance to prove that m'not so scary."

"Don't worry, gorgeous, I don't scare easily." He chuckled and she leaned in a bit. "This is the part where you spin me."

"Yes ma'am," the man drawled, obliging by holding onto her fingertips and twirling her around. Lucy Gray moved gracefully and she gave off the scent of fresh linen with a hint of wildflowers. He imagined her traveling through a field of them somewhere, carrying her guitar in one hand and a suitcase of all her belongings in the other.

What did she take with her? Were there pictures, family heirlooms she held dear enough to carry on her travels? Billy thought back to his mother's gold ring that rested in his pack back in the room he was renting. Did Lucy Gray have anything that precious to her?

She giggled as she spun back into him, bringing that field of flowers right with her. He maneuvered her around into a smooth circle around him before wrapping an arm around her torso.

"You're not bad on the dancefloor for an outlaw!" She said.

"All that time on the run, you get good on your feet," he joked. He savored the laughter that left her chest. It felt genuine and warm, just like her.

The song ended and she went to hold his hands in her own, smiling up at him as the crowd began thinning, the blonde on stage announced that the band would be heading out for the night.

"Thank you for this, Billy," beamed Lucy Gray. "It's just been wonderful."

He nodded earnestly, hoping he had made an impression.

"No, thank you. I can't remember the last time I had a drink and a dance with a nice girl, especially one as pretty as you." Her eyes sparkled at that, almost like she didn't want it to end. He knew he didn't. "Could I walk you out?"

She agreed and they returned to the stage to retrieve Lucy Gray's guitar, along with the bottles of whiskey given by the owner for their work. Then they headed out behind the saloon with the rest of the band, the others buzzing in excitement about the energy of the audience.

"These Texans sure do like their dancing. And their bars!"

"I'll say, you see that man spinnin' his wife around? I thought they were both liable to topple over the way he was drinking!

They were walking in the direction of a small cabin that resided some yards away from the building, a lamp left on the dirt by the front step. It looked cozier than the rooming house for sure.

Billy stopped just as the band piled into the cabin, leaving the door open for Lucy Gray. He could hear the chatter continue from inside.

"Will I see you again? I'd sure like to hear another one of your songs."

"You might see me around. If you're on the run like you say you are, we'll cross paths again."

He hoped so. God, did he hope so.

"You have a lovely voice, my mother would have liked to hear you sing." Lucy Gray sensed the twinge of sadness in the tone and pressed her lips into a thin line.

"They're never far, the ones we love." She studied him for a moment before plucking the striped feather from her dark curls and holding it out to him. "Here, take this. Add some life into that hat of yours."

He huffed in amusement at the feather but took it and tucked it into the band of his old hat.

"How do I look?"

"Like a cowboy." Lucy Gray nodded approvingly. "I hope you could return it to me someday soon?"

"Oh, you bet."

"Good," she said. "You still owe me that story, William H. Bonney."

McCarty, Billy wanted to tell her. His name was McCarty.

"And then you still owe me a song," he replied lightly, deciding against it. Lucy Gray nodded, looking wistful.

"You got yourself a deal." She held her hand out to him and they stayed there for a moment, hands joined. Could he say goodbye? Did he even have a choice? Lucy Gray was free and he wasn't. Sure, he could have joined her on her travels, but no good came with moving alongside an outlaw.

No, none of that. For tonight, he'd let her go and pray that fate would bring them together again.

"Good night, Lucy Gray." He spoke first. She smiled up at him and gave his hand a single shake.

"Good night, Billy."

After that, he watched her walk into the cabin and shut the door, but not before giving him a final wink. Once she was out of sight, he let out a deep sigh. It felt like he'd just woken up from a dream, the good kind that you hope you have again.

Feeling his boldness leaving him and the night's activities taking their toll, he turned on his heel and started for the rooming house, humming Lucy Gray's song all the while.

#lucy gray baird #billy the kid #billy the kid x lucy gray baird #billy the kid x reader #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #tom blyth #rachel zegler #tom blyth x reader #coriolanus snow #needed this for personal reasons #take a shot every time i say hope #💌

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moralesmilesanhour · 7 months

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my neighbor's a punk

summary: you move into a new apartment with a noisy neighbor. inspired by this prompt list! wc: 922 A/N: just wrote this for some practice. I'm getting better at writing longer drabbles, I think! As always feel free to reblog and leave your reactions in the tags or comments. As of the date this is being posted, my requests are also open! (pls check my pinned beforehand)

You had never seen a garden so beautiful.

Vibrant blossoms of yellow and orange greeted you as you hauled two medium-sized boxes carrying the last of your things through the entrance of your new apartment. Their fragrance wafted through the humid summer air, delighting you and confirming that they were, in fact, real. But for the past couple of days that you had been in the process of moving in, you’d never once spotted a gardener or seen the sprinklers turn on. Curious.

The modest apartment had only a couch to occupy the living room, which was currently still dotted with cardboard boxes. A freshly-ironed shirt and work pants lay neatly folded on top of one. You stepped over a few to get to the kitchen, where various unopened appliances were strewn about the counter. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, you made a note to finally put everything away in the cupboards tomorrow evening after work.

No TV meant your only sources of entertainment for the time being were your phone and your laptop. It was now evening, and you were slouched on your sofa in the midst of a harrowing ‘Game of Thrones’ episode when a violent guitar riff ripped through the air and made you jump.

These thin-ass walls…

Whoever was playing (very well, you might add) seemed to be next door, so it didn’t take long to follow the sound to the correct number. You knocked impatiently and rang the doorbell too, for good measure. It took a minute for the music to come to a halt before the sound of heavy footsteps approached the door and you heard it unlock.

Once the door creaked open, you weren’t sure where to look first.

Your eyes darted back and forth between the array of piercings on your neighbor’s face and dangling from his ears, the wicks styled to shoot out from his head like an explosion, and his bright red plaid pants before landing on a pair of large eyes set deeply within a dark, angular face.

Judging by the way his pierced brow quirked up in amusement, you weren’t the first to give him a weird look, and wouldn’t be the last.

You remembered how to speak.

“Oh, um- hey,” you began, “I live next door, and I heard you playing–”

The young man’s face lights up and he interrupts, “Oh, d’you like it? It’s a song I’ve been workin’ on for the past few weeks. Finally got the bridge down.”

You blinked.

“I mean…it’s not bad. It’s great, even, but–”

“Say, I haven’t seen you around before,” he pointed. “You new here?”

The man spoke with a strong Cockney accent, you noticed, with a tinge of something else that made a couple of vowels run together.

“...Yes, I moved in two days ago,” you sighed. “Now that that’s out of the way, I was about to ask if you could maybe play a lil’ quieter? You’re very loud.”

The realization seemed to dawn on him that you weren’t here to applaud his sick guitar riffs, and he winced. You almost felt bad for disappointing him, but you had a show to binge.

“Ah shit, my fault. Got too used to playing on full volume after the last neighbor moved out,” With a hand placed over his chest, he promised, “Won’t happen again.”

You nodded with a tight smile.

“Thanks. Goodnight,” you said as you turned to leave.

The next few days were quieter, though you could still hear the neighbor’s guitar through the walls at a much more manageable volume. Sometimes you would hear the man humming to himself in his baritone voice. Eventually, you were so used to it that you found yourself falling asleep to the sound.

One Saturday morning, though, you awoke to the peculiar sound of silence. Normally by now you’d be hearing the first few chords of…whatever the guy was working on, then he’d reach the end by mid-afternoon. Part of you wanted to check up on him, but reason held you back; you’d only spoken to him once. Maybe he was just taking an off day.

Unable to return to sleep, you decided to shower and take a walk outside while the air was still comfortably cool.

As soon as the early morning sun hit your face, a familiar head of hair came into view.

There stood your neighbor–band t-shirt and all–in the garden in front of the apartment. Watering the flowers.

Mystery solved.

“So you’re the reason the plants haven’t died yet,” you laughed, causing his head to snap up.

He grinned, and lifted his watering can proudly. “Sure am. Bring some color into the place.”

“I thought it was awful quiet around here,” you remarked. You toyed with the hem of your t-shirt. “How’s the, uh…song going?”

Something between delight and surprise graced his features and made him look boyish.

He smiled, revealing a crooked front tooth as he replied, “Almost done with it, actually.”

There was silence for a beat, and the both of you shifted awkwardly where you stood.

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off.

“Mind playing it for me when you’re done?”

The tall man seemed about ready to run laps around the block at the suggestion.

Quickly setting his watering can down, he replied, “Thought you’d never ask, mate!”

He jogged his way around the perimeter of the garden and over to you. “Can I get your name while we’re at it?”

“Y/N.” You stuck out your hand, and he shook it.

“Hobie.”

#hobie brown x black!reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown fic #hobie brown x gn!reader #hobie brown x gender neutral reader #atsv x reader #moralesanhour

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strangethlngs · 2 years

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"If I get to live a million other lives, I hope I get to love you in all of them.” Eddie Munson fix-it fic.

(gif not mine, credit to dunadain)

Pairing: Eddie x female!reader

Summary: A quickly, sloppily written angsty + fluffy fix-it fic I cranked out in one sitting because this is my therapy in a post st4 vol2 world. This was written quickly and quickly proofread by a very tired me, so definitely not my best work but something I just wanted to get out in the open for everyone! Enjoy.

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood, gore, drinking, basically, everything from e9 except Eddie lives, suggestive dialogue but ultimately sfw. And obviously, spoilers ahead.

A/N: My first published fic! I hope u enjoy it, it’s not what my best work looks like (I’m working on a long ass AU fic that will be impeccably written and proofread don’t you worry), but, like I said, my brain just wanted me to get this idea out of my system, so here you go! Please be kind!

Word count: Almost 3k

"Let’s hope this works” Dustin mutters as he plugs in the extension cord to the amplifiers. You teeter over the chord, trying to maintain your balance atop the tin roof of Eddie's trailer. The trailer that held memories of some of your brightest memories with the long-haired dungeon master standing in front of you. You take in the sight in front of you, the world slowing down for a millisecond. bright red lightning crackled in the distance. Dustin’s hard breathing. Eddie’s warm brown eyes trained on you and only you. Upside-down flurries landing in the curls of his frizzy hair. Guitar slung lazily over the front of his torso. You remembered back to the first time you’d met him.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You had just moved to Hawkins for your freshman year of high school, thanks to your parents moving for work. That first day at school, you’d taken your lunch to the bathroom, too nervous to eat at a table alone. It was on the billboard by the restroom door you had seen a poster for a local band playing at a bar close to your house that night. Back in your old city, you’d loved to go see live music. As you sat in the stall, you grasped for your backpack, digging out your wallet. There it was. staring back at you was the face of your freshly 21-year-old sister, her old id hiding in the back flaps.

You arrived that night to the venue that night, breezing past the bouncer and heading straight to the bar. You didn’t mind being alone here, because at least here you didn’t feel like the targeted new kid like you did in the cafeteria. Oh, how you were so wrong; because, as you waited for the bartender to pour your beer, you heard a voice come from beside you.

“You’re the new girl in my algebra class.”

You whipped your head beside you. The smell of weed and jack burned your nostrils. In front of you was a cheeky, long-hair brunette boy. And even in the dark ambient lighting of the bar, you could see his big, beautiful kind brown eyes. Oh my god, he was cute. In an attempt to stumble out a response, you just huffed out a “yeah” and handed the bartender some cash, swapping it with your beer.

"As part of the new-kid-Hawkins-high-experience, I was planning on asking you to sit at my lunch table, but you seemed to disappear in the few moments between algebra and lunch period,” he pressed on while you sipped, determined to talk to you for some reason.

“Oh yeah, I, um,” you stammered. You took in his full appearance now. He had a black tee with a flannel and leather jacket, black pants donning a chain, and white reebok shoes. On his fingers were a range of rings of different shapes and sizes. His ringed fingers wrapped around what you assumed was a jack and coke but was mostly gone.

“I promise sitting at our table is better than eating alone in the bathroom. Trust me, been there, done that...” he smiled, turning to stick his free hand out to you. “I’m Eddie.”

You told him your name and shook his hand, the cold from the rings shocking your skin. You chatted with small talk back and forth for a while. You told him your love for live music and excitement to see the band, and he told you about the DND club he loved. Hell, what did it hurt to befriend someone cute on one of your first days in a new town? He downed the rest of his drink before bowing to you.

“Well, I would love to chat with you for longer, but I do have duties to fulfill. I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow?” he smiled, holding out his hand. Unsurely, you put your hand into his and he places a chaste kiss on it. The alcohol in your system bubbled a giggle in response.

“Tomorrow,” you bid him farewell. And then, to your absolute horror, he climbed the steps to the stage followed by a few other guys. He went up to the center microphone, slung a guitar over his head, and gave a smile directly to you before yelling his band name and playing the opening riffs to a metal song you didn’t recognize.

And the rest was history.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

And at this moment, you saw that same boy. The same young boy with kind eyes staring at you from across the roof of the trailer. Suddenly you’re filled with fear at the gravity of what you’re actually doing. So many things could go wrong. You’re literally setting yourself up as bait. You can’t lose him. You can’t.

Your arms and legs move faster than your brain as you trek over to Eddie, hands reaching out for his face and planting a kiss onto his perfectly ready lips. His guitar bumps against your front and you pull away, foreheads touching.

“I love you,” you whisper. “I just had to tell you before.”

Before he has a chance to respond, you back away next to Dustin, your hand reaching out to crank up the volume on the amp. Eddie’s eyes meet yours in the last moment of silence. His voice breaks it as he reaches up to his guitar pick on the chain around his neck and he mutters your name as he rips it off, eyes trained on yours.

“This is for you.”

And then it all starts. the guitar riff to the Metallica song you knew all too well, because, well, Eddie was obsessed with it. You liked it too because it reminded you of how talented he was. He shreds the guitar as you watch. If this was any other situation, you would have a heat building between your legs at the sight in front of you, but considering the compromising nature of what was happening at the moment, you focused on the sound of the bats swarming closer. As the epic guitar solo comes to an end, you stumble off of the roof and into the trailer, choking out a sob of relief once you realize you’re safe.

The first thing Eddie does after his cheering moment with Dustin is kiss you again, hard and passionately as if he didn’t just kiss you minutes ago.

“See, all worked out,” he cups your cheeks and your smile. Then, your smile fades as the bats ram against the roof.

“Eddie, the vents!” you realize. Eddie mutters a ‘shit’ and rams his trash can lid weapon to the vent in the living room and you run, ramming yours into the one above his bed. But you’re too late. A bat narrowly escapes your attempt and latches onto your shoulder, knocking you off of the bed and onto the hard floor.

You’re sure your arm is broken somewhere from the shooting pain paired with the pain of the bat gnawing on your flesh. You scream and Eddie quickly appears into your vision, beating the hell out of the damn thing. It finally dies and Eddie kneels down to you.

Eddie sits you up, blood gushing from the wound on your shoulder.

“Oh, god, you’re okay, you’re okay” he coos. “Henderson” he yells and Dustin appears in the door frame, gasping out your name.

“I’m fine...” you attempt to get up, dizziness taking over you. “Woah-” you blink slowly, fighting the dizziness caused by the amount of blood dripping down your shirt.

“We gotta get her through the gate, out of here,” Eddie rapidly fires, and in your hazy state, you can tell he’s holding back tears. He grabs for a shirt of his nearby and holds it to your oozing wound.

Your vision continues to blur. How were you losing this much blood? The world spun fast around you as Eddie walked you to the gate. Eddie....

“Eddie” you murmur out. Eddie looks at you, holding you up in his arms.

“I’m right here baby, right here. Now I need you to be strong and get yourself up that rope.” he manages to say, no tears spilling from his clearly-watering eyes. You muster up the strength you have and somehow manage to get to the other side of the gate. Dustin follows, coming to your side immediately to check on you. you gaze up at the gate and see Eddie staring back at you.

“Eddie...” you start, suspicious of him. And before you know it, there he is, cutting off the cloth rope between the two dimensions. Dustin starts to scream. You become numb with shock. Tears prickle your eyes.

“Get her to a hospital, Henderson. Make sure she’s safe.”

And then he’s gone. In one fluid motion, tears bursting down your cheeks, you saunter over to a chair in the corner, pulling it to the gate.

“Dustin, I don’t care what you say, I’m going in there whether you want me to or not. So you can either help me or not. But I’m going” you manage to get out.

He nods in agreement and you get yourself on the chair, using your good arm to pull yourself up. Dustin helps with your feet the best he can, and by some miracle in the universe, you land on your back on the floor of the trailer in the upside-down, crying out in agony.

You don’t even wait for Dustin to come through before you’re scrounging up all the strength you have to run sloppily out of the door, hand pressed to your shirt-covered wound, blood already soaked through it.

You see him. He’s there, weapons up and at the ready, fighting the swarm the best he can. A scream gets choked in your throat as you run in his direction. When Eddie falls to the ground, that's when the yell building up inside you finally comes out, taking most of your strength with it. It’s a mix between his name and the word ‘no’, but it’s loud enough to get some of the bats flying in your direction.

But then they all... fall. All at once. No bats even reach you before they’re dead and unmoving on the ground. But that doesn’t matter to you.

“Eddie!” you scream again, weaker than before. you hear Dustin's yells distantly behind you.

When you reach him, your knees buckle at the sight of him. He’s bloody. Really bloody. It covers his torso and hands, even his face.

“No, no no no” you shake your head. “Eddie no you can’t,” you start, fully sobbing now, tears mixing with his blood. “You can’t leave me.”

“I didn’t run away this time,” he choked. His voice gurgled. Blood splattered from his mouth to his teeth.

“No, Eds, you didn’t.”

He manages a smile the best he can, and even with the blood covering parts of his face and teeth, he’s still the most beautiful boy you have ever laid your eyes on.

“You’re so beautiful,” you coo to him, brushing his hair with your shaky, bloody fingers.

“N- not more... b- beautiful than you” he chokes, shaky hand reaching to yours that was on his chest. Dustin finally arrives and falls next to you.

“I love you” he musters.

“Stop that,” you manage through tears, shaking your head at him. “You’re making it through this.” he turns his eyes to look at Dustin.

“You’re gonna have to look after my little sheep for me, okay?”

“Eddie you are not dying, stop this-” you and Dustin protest at the same time and you bury your head in his blood-soaked hellfire shirt.

“And make sure you watch over her for me. Promise me,”

This breaks you. You audibly sob, not hearing anything of what Dustin responds to Eddie.

“H- hey look at me,” Eddie grunts. you lift your head, brushing hair out of his beautiful, perfect eyes.��

“If I get to live a million other lives, I hope I get to love you in all of them.”

You can’t get words out at this point. You just lean forward and kiss him softly. You don’t care about the mess or the blood. When you pull away you choke out broken “I love you”’s over and over.

You’re broken out of your trance by Steve’s distant voice. You whip around.

“Henderson!” he yells, running over, noticing your compromising position.

“Oh my god, what happened-” Nancy starts but you interrupt.

“Bats. He needs help. A hospital. Bandages. Now.” you demand. Steve is already beside you, helping Eddie up. You go to the other side of him, holding him up carefully as the group quickly moves to the trailer.

“You’re going to be okay, Eddie. It’s going to be okay.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It’s a few hours after the giant earthquake ripped through Hawkins. You return from the kitchen in Hopper’s cabin to the room Eddie was laying in with another bowl of water and a cloth. Somehow, someway, you and the gang were able to patch up the wounds, none being too detrimental. He pitifully laid on the bed, bandages covering most of his body. He seemed better and more sentient, just a little traumatized. You were too, your own uncovered gash dully throbbing at you. The others suggested one of them look at it but you refused, mind only focused on Eddie.

You sat beside him on the bed and he gave you a weak smile. You dipped the cloth in the water, continuing to wipe him down, this time wiping down his face.

“Thank you” he simply stated.

“You don’t have to thank me” you smiled softly.

“You’re just... too good to be real,” he said, almost in a whisper. And then suddenly, his smile faded.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. His eyes trained on your shoulder.

“Please just let me look at it,” he states. You shake your head, continuing to wipe his face.

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Please, just let me look.”

You drop the cloth back into the water, sighing out in surrender. He manages to sit up and reaches a hand out, pulling your shirt down to reveal the gash. He sighs out your name.

“I’ve been applying pressure and I promise it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did earlier,” you protest. But, he’s already reaching for the damp cloth, pressing it to the wound, cleaning it. You wince but surrender to his touch as he softly and shakily cleans the wound. You shed your shirt and he grabs a spare bandage from the side table, wrapping it around the wound.

“There,” he lays back down and smiles.

“Thank you,” you respond mimicking him from earlier, leaning down to sweetly leave a kiss on his lips.

“Circumstances aside, I do have to mention how sexy you look right now,” he cheekily smirks at you in your bra, even in his weakest moments still being the cheeky Eddie he always has been.

“Scooch over,” you tell him, shedding the pants you were wearing, and climbing into the bed next to him.

The entire gang was fast asleep, too exhausted from the events of the night to manage a normal sleeping schedule. You nestled in next to Eddie, his bandaged arm coming to wrap around your side.

“You know, I really thought I was going to lose you,” you look up into his eyes.

“Yeah, well... I didn’t want to run” he mumbles back.

“Running doesn’t make you a bad person.”

“I shouldn’t have run from Chrissy,” he says sadly, remembering back to his friend. You knew her, albeit not that well, but you had been with them in the woods. The night she died you weren’t with Eddie, but he found and told you right after. You helped him hide. You knew the guilt from that night ate at him.

“There was nothing you could do, Eds.”

“I know.”

“Running isn’t stupid. Especially when it’s in the best interest of everyone involved. You can’t leave me like that. ever. I won’t ever let you. You can’t go off and die being a hero and leaving me behind,” you say, not even realizing you’re crying. “Chrissy would be so proud of you from tonight, Eds. She’d be proud, but she wouldn’t want you to put yourself near death for the sake of not being a coward.”

Eddie sniffs in response. You know he’s softly crying.

“Just promise me you won’t pull some shit like that again,” you whisper, looking up into his eyes again.

“I won’t. I’m sorry,” he wipes your tears and hugs you close to his chest. “Never again. I’m never leaving you.”

"Good. Because I’ll kill you first.” you smile. He softly laughs with you.

And everything is okay. Well, not in Hawkins, technically, but Eddie's okay. And you’re okay. And that’s all that matters at this very moment.

#stranger things spoilers #stranger things vol 2 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson st4 #st4 spoilers #stranger things vol 2 spoilers #eddie fix it fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #stranger things x reader #stranger things fluff #stranger things fic #stranger things smut #eddie #eddie my beloved #eddie my boy

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pigtailedgirl · 21 days

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Due South and a Canadian White Girl North-ish

I'm so nervous. Addition: Perhaps some trigger warning for abuse and illness talk?

So I read this great Due South fanfic.

BLESSED

I think it's going in my top ten. And I have a bunch I like that deal in the same theme. In Fraser's fit of himself in the city versus northern Canada and how he finds something in the contrasts.

Still this fanfic, though it does a neat re-examine overall, and others, have an image I guess that is put out by Fraser, by the narrative, of Canada that just does not work for me.

EXAMPLE

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"Think about being somewhere else," Cleve told him as the strings began to vibrate again. "Anywhere but here."

And he did. Where did he want to be? Anywhere but here. Yes, Cleve had indeed answered the question for him.

The MacKenzie River, strong and swift, slicing through the spruce and pine, cutting a path between the snowcapped mountains.

The frozen, inhospitable Beaufort Sea, where a man could see his own breath turn to ice on the air and blow back to his face, clinging crystals of ice on his skin and lashes.

The mighty forests of tamarack and poplar that covered the western slope of the coastal mountain ranges. The warm, gentle breezes of heady lodgepole pine scent. The soft hiss and crackle of campfire, mellowed by a handful of cedar bark.

"There you go," Cleve decided at last in a quiet, satisfied voice.

Ben smiled until his face hurt, not quiet ready to open his eyes and let go his vision just yet. The strings felt good, like the strips of cedar bark he had imagined for the fire, the neck of the guitar a more than adequate rendering of the canoe paddle the MacKenzie demanded. The smooth, time worn wood of the box pressed into his belly, a body that complemented his, perfect in its unyieldingness, yet matching his every bend and twist.

Stella the True.

Ben would have given her another name.

His eyes opened then, noticing first how the world seemed to have blurred in more ways than one, and that the smile had faded away as the memories had faded in upon him. The world was only blurry for a few seconds more, until he realized that once he blinked the beginnings of tears from his eyes, the world became amazingly clear. So much became amazingly clear.

"Don't give up on yourself, son," Cleve Abernathy's voice came from somewhere very, very far away. Fraser gave his saturated eyes to the man who had spoken.

***

"Where I come from, people help one another. If one goes without, then all go without equally, so that everyone has a chance. You don't let your neighbor's coal run out in January. You don't let their stomachs go empty when your kill is plenty. When their children don't return from the trail, you go looking for them. That's just the way it is."

***

It's beautifully written, but feels wrong to me. Feels like lies to my lived experiences. Being from a small place like Fraser, this is a beautiful sentiment, and not at all true to it's realities.

When Fraser, Due South's narrative and comedy, and fandom view the otherness of the wilderness or northern Canada, make big deals to study it, never mind just mark Canada different in broad... It feels othering. Othering in a way I think is really important to how Fraser doesn't fit in if he's got this perspective too.

I've grown with stories about people and family who lived the same kind of lives as the Fraser family. In modern ways my home here still is like this. I even lived some like this and I'm baby in comparison.

Remote and isolated. Lots of nature to be in. Law, education and medicine as tiers in the community that are mostly outsiders to the community either brought in short-term or recurring.

Even those who live here permanently now, have founded themselves career wise, and have to, going away to do it or having been born and raised elsewhere. Christ, we have to basically leave after high-school more than 1000km away. HAVE TO.

And there is a definite disconnect between this group who are outsiders and the what I would call settled persons in the emotional connection to the place and town and the ability to fit in.

If it's a truism to me, this idea of grand north, natural beauty or isolation in a small town, with the people, to get in touch with an emotional growth is the biggest lie I have ever witnessed done by people to themselves. And this is an idealism of outsiders. You don't come out into isolation or live it to get NEW emotional needs met. You don't grow yourself thinking this is something special or the true way or will fix you.

Those that say living like this is a personal spiritual ride are:

1. High on their own supply as it were, aka, either tapping what they had dormant before or pretending.

2. Doing so off the backs of those who just don't think too much about it and are where and what they are.

If I had a dollar for every doctor or therapist I met who came here and were enamored by the place, the seas and freedoms and kind people and opportunities in solitude, expected it to change the people here and them, and then ran wild because they were always dumbasses, or took advantage, or after a year of seeing it day to day still wouldn't or didn't understand how to live with it and ran or got burnt out...RICH.

Because the truth is that small communities and remoteness don't make special or perfect people or places. We aren't magic, we aren't even that different, we just face a different or smaller reality.

I'm struck by the story One Good Man paints of Fraser's grandmother, who faced early trauma, and to me tells a reality you maybe don't want to embrace fully but should reflect on before concluding the nature of life here. A young woman who saw her town burn, who saved some of the children in it, but watched the others and adults die and was also horribly physically and probably emotionally scarred by it. Who only had an idea, and with it, bravery in the face of that moment, and after the strength to hang on as her backbone tip of surviving. Any wonder then, the tough it attitude and gift of wisdom was maybe her main survival and emotional mantra. That what tied her there to keep trying to give knowledge to people and how she pushed that above emotion on her grandson was this.

I think canon does a good job of highlighting an undercurrent of why Fraser and family still didn't fit in and why Fraser and Due South is a story of growth as a person and finding his home/community is going outside. His emotional needs weren't here. That's alright to find elsewhere when you need it.

@juniperpomegranate made a really great point of difference of Fraser's north, so often idealized in show or fic, and how it isn't actually like a town. It's not imagined or filled or understood in the reality of a community. Which is hella important. Because your community and relationships is how you really fit in a place like that or in my home.

And that's people. People to connect to. People who aren't wildly different. Experiences only seem wild to outsiders. Perfection or an image of better peeps is only lauded to cover in my opinion.

We face hardships and issues. We don't face them mythically. Nature is pretty and it requires work and understanding of it, learned only from experience and listening or knowing others who have, to survive and thrive in.

The reason we have outsider law or medicine or education come in is...

Well it can be real fun when the town is faced with say influenza and has no resources, or knowledge about it. Where you have to be cajoled to get immunized by your sister dressing up in the nurse's coat and leaving, to trick you into coming out of hiding. Where Dad tells stories of my great-grandma who plastered everyone with coal oil for cures as the rock of the town. Or where, when you have criminal stuff or domestic violence or mental illness and you can't treat or stop. A woman who hurt her family for decades because she was sadly untreated and unknown Schizophrenic. When another woman my dad's age wrote of her harrowing experience of childhood, of her mom dying from cancer and her father putting her to work as a teenage girl to care for the siblings and home, and then not providing any of his income or the support people gave him for them, until she and her siblings were literally found starving. Cause he fucked off to the neighbors. Cause the whole town knew it was happening, but there was no alternative, this was just their monetary and work survival versus that family and that family's lack of social capital paired with no place to go. Where solution was when law finally came in an forcefully moved the minor kids to different fosters in villages 100s of kilometers away, this was just a daily continuation of life though for most here.

See law, as external resource, can't even do much beyond come in twice a year and judge people. Punishment for crimes is more social than moral and depends on taking a person out of the community most times. Bob Fraser, Mounties and cops who ship around to different spots, if they are good get then respect sure, but they were and always have to stay detached to not bias too. It's a hard one. It's you can have impact and respect, for example the priest use to come a couple times a year and get the good dishes out for him, but you don't build the emotional connection of say staying for the weddings after-parties of music and dancing all night. Of people crossing islands to visit each other at the end of weeks' work.

In this vein I'm not surprised Bob had a great reputation and a lot of "friends" he didn't know.

And education. Where it's people come to knowledge at you, or knowledge from you. Where it's students come to study you like you are a tropical native of the 18th century. Write their papers and go back and take your history and skills to sell and forget the here left behind. Or come dodging the drafts of the States. All our stories or archives are in a "local" museum we can't even get to without a plane ticket yo. Or again those who come to give wisdom like they are the holders and we are heathen plebs. With maybe a one in ten being someone or something honest or decent. Though I'm a little bias here. My mom was a teacher who came here in the 70s and spent her whole life teaching grade school. Literal one room school house start. Who met and married and stayed with my Dad here. Some people do catch. Some, I think like maybe the example of Fraser's grandma, which I have soft feeling for probably because of this, just really want to impart shared knowledge and get happiness from seeing it grow and having that personal shot to help it. In a small community that seed growing outwards, to see it, is freaking awesome. But key is shared. You got to learn from too.

Finally, small isolated communities need and foster their connection through the people. Who you know. How you are all related. The meme of does everybody know everyone in Canada hits lol. But that's got the inverse too. There is no privacy. Loners be seen and judged. Again, social fit and capital being supreme.

That's why the nature loner or lover is myth too. Drop you off on a pretty snow covered lake. Pretty yes, magical and just for you, no. You still need the community knowledge to know where the fish, which direction is inland or sea, where is best shelter, where is Indians in the country to help you trap, when does the supplies boats and airdrops come. Nothing is done alone okay, trust me on this. You go out to snowshoe alone on a clear day, and weather strikes and you die.

I guess my point I keep trying to rope back into is maybe the experience or place or people sound different, or magic, but it's superficial. It's no different than how stories of history or cities sound to some. Emotionally I think we run the same. I think the true beauty is in seeing that reality. That you can't be the best stuck in an unreality or hiding from finding your fit. And again the true charm of Due South and Fraser, is his going south grows himself to see it. The show gets us to play and have fun seeing it.

And that the best of people or place, Canada or States, small town or city, outsider or no...is accepting and acknowledging that difference and sameness is the way to grow. Is the best beauty.

It's how my community did grow out of most of it's struggles imo, and hopes to go further I tell ya.

So here are my recs on the wonder of difference and sameness in Due South. Again like the fic above, can't rec enough.

Here are a small sampler of finding yourself near and away.

Stars, I Have Seen Them Fall (squidge.org)

Smaller Gods - arrow (esteefee) - due South [Archive of Our Own]

Our Dancing Days - sdwolfpup - due South [Archive of Our Own]

Also, does anyone have a link to an old ds flashfic of Fraser wandering Chicago in a power outage? I loved that one.

#due south #due south meta #personal life i dont know how much to put in honestly #fic recs #fraser is example of you can emotionally or physically survive a place and enjoy or be accustomed to it's nature #but does that mean you fit it?#i think there is a pretty good argument his longing for emotional contentment beyond his isolation inside himself means no to the north #his lack of friends or family up there #his dad's and grandparents as well #and their lack of ability to give him emotional happiness or get him tied to the towns #even if it doesn't mean yes always to chicago either #which would have lots of overwhelming differences to see and grapple with and explore #also this hits what i think meg thatcher could have touched on as a character #as a canadian city woman trying to entice or grapple with fraser #a fun idea of othered but from your country to play with #benton fraser

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xie-xan · 4 months

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Angel's voice chapter 1 | The angel and the piano

"Well? what do you guys think? is it good enough for the competition?"

Venti asked the group excitedly with his usual bright smile.

Venti and his group (the anemo boys) were sitting in their usual spot in the cafeteria having lunch as Venti showed them a song he had written for the upcoming music competition.

"It's pretty good," Heizou said approvingly.

"Are you gonna write lyrics for it?" kazuha asks.

"Yup! I'm already working on it!" Venti exclaims

"Have you ever thought about doing a duet with someone?" wanderer asks lazily not looking at the group as he just clicks away on his phone.

"A duet?" venti tilted his head.

"He's right, I think if you were to duet with someone, your performance would be better," Xiao said. "besides, I feel like your song is missing something, so a duet is a good idea" he added

"Well, you're right about that..." Venti mutters thoughtfully, the group is quiet for a while then Venti snaps his fingers with a bright smile on his face "All right then, it's settled, I'll find someone to duet with me!" he declares with his usual cheerful voice.

*riinggggg*

The bell rang signaling that lunch breaks were over and that it was time for classes. The group packed their stuff and one by one, they left the cafeteria to head to their respective classes. Kazuha and Venti walked together since they had the same class. Kazuha decided to ask him "Do you have anyone in mind yet?"

Venti thought for a bit before answering "Nope! Not yet, I'm sure I'll find someone though." he smiled. venti spent the past few days trying to find someone who could be able to duet with him but no hope. He was starting to consider if he could just sing himself.

Venti was on his way home from school. He was deep in thought about what he should do about the competition when he suddenly realized. 'Wait, where's my guitar?'

He accidentally left it at school and he scolded himself for being so forgetful. He turned around and started sprinting back, he was lucky he wasn't too far away yet.

When he arrived, the school was pretty quiet, there were only a few students inside because of their clubs so the school was pretty peaceful.

he walked along the hallways until he got to their classroom and saw his guitar on his desk. He sighed in relief that it was still there. He picked it up and left the classroom but as he was going to walk away.

He heard a faint sound of a melody which he found weird since the music club was on the other side of the school. A melody so enchanting, it caught his ear and he felt drawn to it and as if his body moved on its own, he was walking towards the sound.

The melody slowly got louder with every step he took, it led to a spare room where different kinds of equipment were. He took a small peek in the door and there he saw an oddly familiar girl. She sat in the middle of the room playing a piano that looked a bit old and dusty.

He could see that peaceful expression on her face as she pressed each key, her figure was reflected by the warm afternoon light making her look as if she was glowing. He heard each note she played as she opened her mouth to sing.

ねえ、もしも

Nee, moshimo

すべて忘れられたら

Subete wasure raretanara

ナカナカで生きることも楽になるの?

Nakanaide ikiru koto mo raku ni naru no?

デモソンナコトデキナイカラ

Demo sonna koto dekinaikara

もう何もない見ないでよ

Mou nani mo misenaide yo

君にどれだけ知っていても

Kimi ni dore dake chikadzuite mo

僕の心臓は一つだけ

Boku no shinzo wa hitotsudake

ひどいよひどいよ

Hidoi yo hidoi yo

もう一緒僕のカラダを

Mou isso boku no karada o

こわしてひきさいてすきな君にしてよ

Kowashite hikisaite sukina you ni shite yo

咲いても帰ってマブタは笑っても

Sakende mo kaite mabuta wa harashite mo

まだ君は

Mada kimi wa

ぼくのこと

boku no koto

抱きしめてはいけない

dakishimete hanasanai

もういいよ

Mou ii yo

Her voice was like a gentle breeze, It was a sound that made his heart sing, He was enchanted by the sound of her singing, a sweet serenade. Her voice was like a work of art, a thing of beauty. Her heart poured out to every note and chord.

He watched how her fingers danced across the keys with grace, the music swirling around her like a gentle embrace.

He shook his head and slowly stepped away, he didn't want to invade on whatever she was doing so he left.

while walking home, his mind kept on wandering about the girl and why her features seemed familiar. Even when he lay on his bed, his mind continued to drift to the girl as he remembered her captivating voice. He then decided that she was the one he'd ask to duet with.

And so he made up his mind deciding to try and find her tomorrow so with a smile he drifted off to sleep excited for the next day.

He seemed distracted the next day, he and his friends were once again in the cafeteria having lunch and he had a far-off look on his face which didn't go unnoticed by his friends who were not used to this kind of behavior from him.

Venti could not get her off his mind. Well now that he thought of it..she kinda looks similar to Kazuha in some way. He turned to look at Kazuha who sat in front of him eating his lunch so he called out to him.

"Hey, kazuha?"

"Hm?" kazuha hummed as he stopped eating and faced Venti. "Do you by any chance know a girl who has (H/c) colored hair and (E/c) eyes?" he asked.

Kazuha thought for a second before answering "Oh, you mean my cousin (Y/n)? Don't you remember her?"

"Huh?" venti tilted his head in confusion before shaking it off "Nevermind that, I overheard her singing yesterday and I felt moved by her voice, I wanted to ask her to duet with me."

Kazuha coughed in surprise at this. "W-what? Can't you find someone else?" Venti shakes his head, determination gleaming in his eyes "No, she's perfect, I want her to duet with me" He seemed very persistent in with the idea of singing with her.

Kazuha tried to talk him out of it. "Listen (Y/n) has a pretty bad experience with crowds so I don't think she'll agree that easily." "I'll talk to her then!" Venti exclaims, it's clear that he won't give up so kazuha just sighs and just lets him do his thing since he knows that he won't be able to stop him.

And so the moment the bell rang venti stood up and immediately started sprinting to the classroom.

Venti barged inside the classroom with his bright smile. The students were slowly packing up the classroom, other students were either sitting alone minding their business, or in their friend groups talking to each other.

His eyes wandered around the room until his eyes landed on (Y/n) who was sitting somewhere in the middle row.

The girl had headphones that were placed on her head, her eyes half-lidded from boredom, though he could see a small glint in her eyes that was reflected by the sunlight, her fingers fidgeting with her pen as she took small glances in her notebook before letting out a breathy sigh.

Venti was going to approach her so he walked toward her desk and was about to greet her when the teacher suddenly came through the door, Venti quickly scrambled back to his seat with a disappointed sigh. He looked behind him to take a glance at (Y/n) who was taking off her headphones and hung them lazily on her neck and looked towards the teacher to listen to the lecture.

venti only sighed deciding that he'd ask her after class, so he nodded to himself with a smile waiting for the lecture to end.

After class. venti hurriedly stood up, packed his things, and sprinted to the door to catch up to (Y/n) who was already leaving.

He ended up following (Y/n) to the school gardens where not many people were.

He watches as (Y/n) sits on a bench and takes out her phone to pass the time. He watched her behind a nearby tree as he started to ponder on how he'd start a conversation with her, They never talked before and they would only see each other during class or when she was with her cousin kazuha when walking home.

He was snapped away from his thoughts when he heard a voice.

"I know you're there"

He stepped away from the tree with a sheepish smile and walked in her direction.

"Hey-!"

"Do you need something?"

'So straightforward..!'

Venti got a bit awkward with her straightforward reply, the unbothered look on her face didn't help as well.

"uhm.. you're kazuha's cousin, right? (Y/n)?"

He asked rather awkwardly which wasn't like him considering how extroverted he was.

(Y/n) nodded "And you're..venti, correct? a friend of Kazuha I assume?"

"uh- Y-yeah.." Venti was already stuttering as he randomly felt awkward around her.

"Is there something you need?" she asked with her head tilted.

"Can you sing?"

"I'm sorry what-?"

"Can you sing?"

He repeated the question, he too sat on the bench near the girl as he looked at her with his bright aqua green eyes full of anticipation.

"No, sorry"

The girl quickly said, too quick as if she was in denial, she turned her head and decided to look down at her lap not looking at him anymore.

Venti pouted at her reply but decided to stay silent, he took note of her body language and took it as a sign that she didn't want to talk anymore. He knew she was lying of course, but he wasn't about to say that he watched her sing yesterday because it would've been weird.

So with a sigh venti also stayed silent as the both of them sat on the bench in the school gardens. The weather was rather nice today. The sun shines bright, casting warm rays. The flowers bloom and sway. The gentle breeze whispers through the trees.

Venti then remembered how he saw her singing yesterday and got an idea. He picked up his guitar and started to play a tune in hopes that he could make her sing.

(Y/n) heard him play the tune and she must admit, he's pretty good. The way he would hit every note so perfectly, even she was enchanted by his playing. She soon found herself lost in the music as her body relaxed, the song that he was playing was familiar to her and she couldn't help but softly hum the tune.

(Lower the volume before you play especially if you're wearing headphones cause I accidentaly made it too loud)

"とおくのきつねがこんこんと

Tōku no kitsune ga konkon to

ぼくたちをさがしているようだ

Boku-tachi o sagashite iru yōda

そっといきをひそめた

Sotto iki o hisometa

このままこのままゆこう

Kono mama kono mama yukou"

"SO YOU REALLY CAN SING!!!"

(Y/n) suddenly choked on her breath, she was so caught up in the music that she didn't realize she was singing. Her cheeks turned red in embarrassment from getting caught. She looked towards the boy who was smiling ever so widely, his eyes shining with excitement. She coughed awkwardly as she sweatdropped.

"I mean I kinda do...?"

"why'd you deny it then?!" Venti pouted.

"I'm sorry- but I haven't sung in a while so.." She trailed off

"ehhh?? You have a REALLY pretty voice though!!" Venti exclaims. He wasn't lying, he felt captivated the moment he heard her sing, even if it was just a short while he swore he had just seen an angel, she looked so carefree, so unbothered by the world around them as she allowed herself to get lost in the music.

(Y/n) blush at his words not knowing how to take a compliment. "Uhm...t-thanks I guess..?"

"Anyways..." Venti trailed off and (Y/n) tilted her head at him.

"CAN YOU PLEASE SING FOR ME AND MY FRIENDS?!?!" venti asked with his hands clasped in front of him as he pouted giving her puppy eyes.

"eh? for what reason?"

"I want them to hear your voice!"

(Y/n) thought about this for a moment before she stood up with her bag "I'm sorry, I just can't sing in front of people"

And with that, she left, leaving a disappointed venti alone on the bench.

...

That doesn't mean he'll give up though.

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#venti x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #venti x y/n #genshin impact venti #genshin venti #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin barbatos #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fanfics

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Hozier "Unheard" initial reaction

Too Sweet aka The Bop. Catchy & Radio-Ready! Pisces king has come a long way from "even death is no obstacle to love" to "hmmm maybe the sleep schedule & demands of my chosen career are in fact an obstacle to love." I hope he finds everything he's looking for someday. Wildflower and Barley aka The Duet. love the spring vibes, love opening act, Grammy award nominated activist Allison Russel! (I need to look into more of her stuff.)

I think their voices blend better than Hozier's recent duets with Noah Kahan or Brandi Carlisle. This is clearly a pandemic song, the tension between beautiful nature and the eerie absence of people, idk if I'll ever be quite in the mood for that. Empire Now aka the Political / Existential Vocal Performance. I'm intrigued. The lyrics seem a bit vague compared to his other protest / existential grief songs, so I'm gonna have to sit with this one for awhile longer. Hozier's vocal range & Irish accent are doing the most here. l expected top hear guitar at the chorus, but he used electronic sounds instead for the "heavy" sound.

Fare Well aka Witty Lyrics Hiding Pain. Love the gallows humor / weirdly specific analogies in this one. From the EP, Fare Well sounds the most like Unreal Earth to me. I'm especially hearing esp Francesca & Anything But. And the lyrics too remind me of Anything But. Musically, Hozier seems to be just strumming acoustic guitar chords like a dude at a college party, squeaky strings and all. I'm so torn between loving his new style of musical layers vs missing the prominent guitar skills of his earlier stuff.

#hozier #unheard #too sweet #wildflower and barley #empire now #fare well #allison russell #unreal unearth

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to-be-a-dreamer · 27 days

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Newsies JatP AU Drabble (Flying Solo)

I randomly wrote this instead of literally anything else that I needed to or wanted to but it's fun so we deal. This would be a part of the "Flying Solo" chapter of my Julie and the Phantoms AU (click the first tag for all related posts) and would be right after Jack tells Spot about the ghosts and decides to perform a song for him to prove it. There is no telling when or if the rest of this chapter will ever be written so I decided to just post it now. There are indeed references and callbacks to previous chapters that either Do Not Exist or Are Not Posted Yet and I just need everyone to politely ignore those.

Jack turned away from the bickering ghosts with an eye-roll and moved to take his seat at the keyboard when a too-familiar sight froze him in place. Race’s beloved guitar was shining like new, the year of dust wiped away like nothing, as if his brother had just finished cleaning it himself and would bounce through the door at any moment to show Jack the newest chord progression he’d dreamt up in history class. Jack’s heart raced faster and faster as his breath caught in his throat and a million different thoughts flew through his mind in a single moment.

Someone cleaned Race’s guitar.

Someone touched Race’s guitar.

Race hadn’t done it.

Race was dead.

Ma and Charlie never came out here.

Jack hadn’t done it.

Race was dead.

Someone touched Race’s guitar.

“Jack, you ready?” Davey’s voice was a mile away and deafening in his eardrums. The ghost followed his frozen eye line to the beautiful instrument that sat ready for a concert never to come. “Oh.”

Davey cleaned Race’s guitar.

It looked nice, Race would like it.

Race was dead.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked,” a quick, nervous apology came before Jack could finish spiraling. “We got so excited that we could move things but we didn’t want to keep touching stuff in your room so Albert suggested cleaning our mess up and we got carried away and started doing the whole room and the guitar just looked so well-loved I wanted to see what it looked like clean but I- I should have asked. I’m sorry.”

Jack said nothing, voice still stuck in his throat. He didn’t walk to his brother’s guitar so much as he did float towards it. His fingers ghosted over the freshly-changed strings and he tentatively plucked out a few perfectly-tuned notes. Jack shot Davey a questioning glance and the suddenly-awkward ghost offered a sheepish shrug, “Sorry.”

A deep breath.

“It’s okay,” Jack managed to choke out, hoping he didn’t sound as close to a breakdown as he felt. “You uh… you didn’t know. Just… I uh… yeah just ask next time.”

“I will,” There was a tone in Davey’s voice that Jack had never heard before. An odd thing to notice considering they had known each other for about 48 hours if he was being generous, but all the (false, Jack was almost certain) confidence was gone and replaced by soft apprehension. Different than the desperate pleading from before, more of a nervous prayer. No, a promise. A promise that went far beyond the surface vow being shared.

Race’s guitar stared at him expectantly and Jack couldn’t help but pick it up, the familiar instrument a weighted blanket on his soul. The first few chords of their old favorite song rang out clear as ever and one of the thorny vines wrapped around Jack’s chest finally began to loosen its death-grip.

“You play guitar too?” Albert joked cautiously. “Got any other hidden talents you wanna share with the class?”

“Nah, I mean. I know how to play but I don’t know how to play.”

Race knew how to play. Jack could strum the right notes and find a complimenting chord but Race knew his guitar better than he knew how to breathe. He could make the strings sing like any room was Carnegie Hall, he could give the instrument its very own soul with the simplest of melodies. It was a wonder he hadn’t figured out how to become a ghost himself just to wipe away the blasphemous layer of dust Jack had allowed to accumulate.

Something like a smile found its way to his lips as Jack imagined his terror of a little brother cracking the secrets of parting the veil between worlds just to dust off his guitar and whack Jack upside the head for being an idiot.

“It looks really good,” Jack found his voice easily this time as he set the guitar back on its stand. “Thanks.”

Davey nodded, still looking uncharacteristically nervous, “No problem.”

Jack’s fingers remained loosely curled around the neck of the guitar, the gentlest sparks of reassurance reaching him through time. Davey’s grip tightened around his own instrument, so subtly he might’ve imagined it. The gaze lingered longer than was probably necessary but Jack couldn’t help but be drawn into the puzzle that was David Jacobs. The smooth, easy confidence that crumbled to insecurity in less than a second. The deliberately carefree attitude until music came into the picture and suddenly he became a wild tornado of passion and near-mania. Jack wondered why he had noticed so much in so little time.

A few agitated thumps of the bass drum pulled the room’s attention to Sarah restlessly twirling a drumstick from her stool, “If I remember correctly, Jack, you’re the one who burst in here saying we have thirty minutes to turn this poem of yours into a song so mind-blowingly epic your bestie doesn’t immediately call the psych ward on you for claiming to see ghosts.”

“Please don’t call him my bestie, he will beat you up,” Jack groaned.

“He can certainly try but one of us learned how to throw things today and it was not him.”

Send an ask if you have questions and/or drabble requests! I may write 500 words, I may write 50, I may write 5,000 who even knows but I will do my best. I have a deadline and thus my brain is ready to do anything other than the fic with the deadline.

#saf's jatp au #i may just finish the wake up scene i've had in my drafts for over a year #the possibilities are endless when you're procrastinating for no reason #also i have so much homework that i have not started #i'm a responsible adult and am definitly not becoming increasingly concerned about my own work ethic #saf writes #newsies fanfiction #jack kelly #davey jacobs #racetrack higgins #cw death #cw major character death

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bobbiworks · 6 months

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Beyond the Bell's Chimes | Part 29

RIIZE fanfiction: Wonbin, Eunseok, Seunghan, Shotaro, Sohee, Sungchan, Anton, Original Characters

Genre: Youth, Teenage Romance, High School, Friendship, Angst, Fluff, Fanfiction

Wonbin lounged on his bed, lazily strumming his guitar while aimlessly staring at the ceiling. The post-dinner lull left him drained, and the prospect of diving into more Math studying for his makeup test failed to spark any motivation.

His mind wandered, contemplating whether Shotaro had delivered the letter to Jiwoo. Would she accept it? Restless, he tossed and turned, eventually placing his guitar on the floor.

As he entertained the idea of a walk to break the monotony, his phone unexpectedly rang—an unknown number. Answering it, his face lit up as Jiwoo's voice flowed through the line.

"H-Hey..." Wonbin awkwardly greeted, overwhelmed with joy.

"It's me, Jiwoo," her voice, sounding even cuter on the phone, replied. "Is it a bad time?"

"No, not at all," Wonbin smiled, his heart softening for her. "I'm glad you called, and I assumed you read it."

"Yes, I did," Jiwoo chuckled. "It was cute," she added, their laughter intertwining. "But above all that, it's beautiful. Thank you for reaching out to me," she expressed warmly.

"It's my pleasure," Wonbin replied, a moment of quiet settling before he spoke again. "Are you still going to be absent tomorrow?"

"I'm not sure," Jiwoo replied, expressing uncertainty about potential reminders. "Am I being too much?"

"No, you're not. I would feel the same if Seunghan did that to me," Wonbin reassured. "Besides, Eunseok mentioned someone got expelled for breaking student rules."

Jiwoo hummed, "I want to go back. Because of everyone, I want to return happy and okay."

"We're waiting. I am... waiting," Wonbin assured, his voice carrying sincerity.

"Thank you, Wonbin," Jiwoo said, the simple use of his name making him blush on the other end. "I can't stay long. I'll see you. Bye," she said before hanging up. Wonbin, though left with unanswered questions, felt relief that she was okay, cherishing the brief connection they shared.

The beginning of autumn graced the school with cooler winds and trees adorned in enchanting hues. Wonbin, running late, slid into his classroom, greeted by a camaraderie formed during the cultural festival, uniting the entire class.

Excitement buzzed about the upcoming school field trip, promising an educational yet memorable high school experience. Amid discussions, a knock interrupted, revealing a girl with captivating eyes and a shoulder-length haircut, strikingly familiar yet refreshingly new.

"It's Jiwoo," Suyoung exclaimed, her shock giving way to warm recognition. "Shim Jiwoo!?"

"Good morning," Jiwoo greeted with a smile, stunning her classmates with her transformation. Suyoung approached, hugging Jiwoo like a long-lost friend, evoking cheers from the class.

"Jiwoooooooo!!! You're back!" Suyoung rejoiced, while Wonbin and Seunghan struggled to compose themselves, captivated by Jiwoo's newfound beauty.

"Ya, jerks," Suyoung snapped, playfully scolding the mesmerized boys. "Stop drooling!"

Laughter erupted as the boys blamed each other for their reactions. Suyoung turned her attention back to Jiwoo, praising her beauty and questioning the absence of eyeglasses.

"I broke them earlier when I got off the bus," Jiwoo revealed, displaying the broken frames. "I can't see very well, but I can manage."

"Let me know if you need help, okay?" Suyoung offered, and Jiwoo happily agreed. The two girls immersed themselves in catching up, leaving Wonbin and Seunghan feeling neglected, at least until noon.

Suyoung monopolized Jiwoo's time for a girls' talk, leaving Wonbin and Seunghan unable to reach her. As they headed to the canteen for some bread, Suyoung got straight to the point.

"So, how's it going with you and Wonbin?" she inquired. Jiwoo pondered briefly before describing their relationship as good friends.

"I like how you're casual about it," Jiwoo smiled.

"Casual? Why would I not be?" Suyoung raised a brow. "Don't tell me you thought I liked Wonbin?"

"Yes, you like him... Don't you?" Jiwoo asked, unsure after noticing Suyoung's attempts to catch Wonbin's attention. "Am I wrong?"

"About half," Suyoung confessed. "Well, I did like him first because he was handsome and nicer to me. But later on, I noticed he was looking at you all the time. I hated you for that, really."

"I'm sorry," Jiwoo apologized, feeling a tinge of guilt.

"It's fine. I thought you were the type who befriends boys with malice, but upon observing, you're just as innocent as I imagined," Suyoung said. "Tell me the truth, what do you think about the boys?"

"The boys?" Jiwoo blinked.

"Yes, Wonbin, Seunghan, Eunseok..." Suyoung mentioned almost everyone. "Oh, and that middle schooler, Anton?"

"Ehhh??? You know Anton?" Jiwoo gasped.

"He's my cousin," Suyoung replied, revealing her network of connections. "Small world, isn't it? Come on, tell me."

"I don't know," Jiwoo frowned. "I've never really thought about it." A bit embarrassed, she continued, "I knew I liked Eunseok, but I grew out of it and just treated him like a muse..."

"Jiwoo, boys will always be boys," Suyoung said. "They like you. Simple as that."

"But how? Isn't it too much to be liked by so many?" Jiwoo panicked. "I mean, I've never thought guys would even notice me. I barely talked to one back then."

"We're growing up. We're teenagers," Suyoung clapped at each word, trying to make sense of it for Jiwoo. "Should I help you?"

"I don't know, Suyoung. Are you sure you don't like either of them? And how... I... How can you tell Seunghan likes me? He's my closest friend... and Anton, I barely know him... and Wonbin... Wonbin," Jiwoo slowed down with her words, a slight blush on her cheek at the mention of Wonbin.

Suyoung noticed the detail. "Should I tell you a secret?" she asked, and Jiwoo nodded. "Don't tell anyone, but I have a boyfriend now," she whispered, making Jiwoo gasp in shock.

Seunghan stood by the canteen door, awaiting Jiwoo and Suyoung's passing. He had told Wonbin he was going to the washroom, but in reality, he circled around anxiously searching for the two girls. The desire to talk to Jiwoo overwhelmed him, and envy toward Wonbin and even Eunseok surfaced. Seunghan felt like a coward for not acknowledging his feelings for Jiwoo, attempting to suppress them with flirtations elsewhere, only to seek the warmth he found with her.

"Jiwoo," Seunghan smiled, waving as Jiwoo approached. Suyoung, sensing Seunghan's emotional struggle, stepped back, allowing him this moment.

"Seunghan, were you waiting for me?" Jiwoo asked, looking around for Wonbin. Assuming Seunghan preferred solitude, she didn't inquire further.

"Yes, I actually wanted to talk to you," Seunghan said, gesturing toward the flower beds by the parking lot. They sat among the blossoming flowers, adding vibrancy to the recycled wood and organic soil of the student-made flowerbed. "Have a seat," he offered after clearing the dust. Jiwoo appreciated the small gesture before sitting down.

"What is it you want to talk about?" Jiwoo inquired as Seunghan settled beside her.

"I've been willing to talk to you about something personal," Seunghan started, taking time to choose his words. "I hope you won't get mad," he added, tension evident in his voice. Jiwoo placed a comforting hand on his head.

"Relax. I won't get mad," she reassured him.

"Promise, okay?" Seunghan sought assurance, and Jiwoo nodded. "And I am not expecting anything or—"

"Tell me," Jiwoo interrupted, not wanting Seunghan to feel pressured.

"I think I'm in love with you," Seunghan admitted, keeping his eyes shut, avoiding her initial reaction. Jiwoo remained silent, leaving Seunghan anxious about what she might be thinking. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you."

Jiwoo didn't break her gaze, offering a warm smile. "It's okay," she said.

"I'm not expecting anything, to be honest," Seunghan sighed. "It's just that I care about you a lot, and I must have overdone it. All I think about is you," he confessed, his face blushing like a cherry. "I just want to tell you how I feel," he concluded, exhaling deeply.

"Thank you, Seunghan," Jiwoo smiled. "But, I haven't really thought about it. I care about you too, and I appreciate everything you have done for me so far."

"I am not asking for anything. I just want to tell you that," Seunghan blushed intensely, his heart pounding. Despite his intentions, Jiwoo surprised him with a hug. "Thank you."

"Well, then... that's it," Seunghan began to chuckle nervously. "I can wait until you are ready to choose one of us," he added, making Jiwoo pull away, looking confused.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Suyoung was right. You really haven't thought about it," he replied. "I am sorry if I sound like I am rushing it, but I will not just step back because of Wonbin."

Jiwoo sighed, "Why do you like me anyway?"

"Because you are cute," Seunghan replied. "But not just that. You are like that warm, cozy fireplace on a winter night."

"A burned coal?!" Jiwoo exclaimed, making Seunghan laugh out loud.

"But Jiwoo, can I ask for 3 dates from you?" he requested. "Just three. If I can't make you like me the way I want, I'll stop and be your friend no matter what."

"Is that what love is?" Jiwoo asked again, but Seunghan calmly said no. "Then why three dates?"

"I want you to know more about me aside from being just a friend," he explained. "Please?"

Jiwoo was quiet for a bit before she nodded. She remembered what Suyoung told her about giving the guys who liked her a chance by going on dates. With that in mind, she agreed to Seunghan's request, bringing joy to the boy.

#riize #fanfiction #eunseok #sungchan #anton #kpopfanfiction #seunghan #shotaro #sohee #wonbin #beyondthebellschimes

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r-anela · 1 year

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Way of Eternity

Hello everybody, after a while I have something to share with you again. A little story about Rockstar Eddie Munson, inspired by all the stories I read at @enam3l, because even though I don't write much at the moment, I do read a lot.

It's a little story about Eddie and his wife.

GIF is not Mine

It is 1995 and Eddie Munson has been invited to a talk show after winning the MTV Video Music Award - Best Rock Video with his band Corroded Coffin for their latest ballad "Way of Eternity".

It featured Eddie marrying a beautiful yet mostly in black covered woman, not with a priest of course they were married by the rest of the band members.

When he was asked to appear on the talk show, he knew that the questions would be about his relationship status. The world knew he had a girlfriend, but who exactly she was and what she looked like was only known to his closest friends. Because Eddie wanted to keep his girlfriend out of the spotlight, he wanted her life to be as normal as it could be. She should decide how far she wants to go in public.

Honey we have to leave soon, you know what the traffic is like at this time, you can't be late for the studio, you called into the living room where your husband, you still hadn't got used to it, Eddie Munson was sitting on the sofa plucking on his guitar. He raised his gaze briefly and his eyes lit up when he saw you. He didn't say anything, just stood up and walked towards you, took you by the hand and spun you around so he could look at your outfit from all sides.

You were wearing your new Vivien Westwood black velvet corset and skirt set, fishnet tights and pumps. It was nothing new that you dressed up, but Eddie hadn't seen you in a skirt or dress since the wedding as you always wore a pantsuit to work every day.

Tonight you would sit in the auditorium and support him, he didn't like talk shows that much as they mostly dealt with shallow topics.

A few hours later you were sitting in the auditorium and Eddie was still backstage, in a few moments he would be called on stage. And that's when the host announced "and our next guest is Edward Eddie Munson, lead singer and guitarist of the band Corroded Coffin". Your heart beat faster when you saw him on the stage, his curly hair cascading down his shoulders to the middle of his back and his black suit fitting perfectly over his crimson shirt which was unbuttoned to expose his chest tattoo.

Good evening Mr Munson, or may I call you Eddie? How are you this evening? The moderator's voice rang out.

After the first usual questions about how the band was doing, whether he knew and appreciated the other nominees for the award and whether he expected to win the prize, came the question Eddie had been waiting for all night.

Tell Eddie, in your new music video you marry a very mysterious lady, how is your personal life? How is your girlfriend?

My wife is fine, thank you for asking. At this statement a murmur went through the audience, the moderator pursed his lips and nodded expressively.

Oh, so we have a Mrs Munson now? How come the public didn't hear about this?

Eddie sat up straighter in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the crowd until he found you and smiled. But to everyone else it looked like he was just smiling into the cameras, with his love-struck gaze.

Our wedding was very small, a few weeks ago. Just with our closest friends in a cottage of our friends close to Yosemite National Park. And no she is not Mrs Munson she kept her name! With this statement a loud "Oh" went through the crowd and the moderator was about to ask a counter question when Eddie continued. You see, my wife is a successful lawyer and it wasn't me who graduated and studied all those hours, it was her, so we made the decision to just stick to her name.

Uh, I see, and what about children? Now that you are married, it shouldn't be too far off.

At this statement Eddie's ears turned slightly red and he felt warm with wrath, because he had already said that he liked children but probably didn't want any himself. Not to mention that these kinds of questions went absolutely against his nature. He made a sour face and replied.

As I said before, I personally don't want to have any children in the near future, my marriage hasn't changed that and if it does, it should also be my wife's decision, because she has to carry the child. We are already a family as we are and our close friends will complete it wonderfully. Besides, we are both on the road a lot because of our jobs, a child doesn't fit in with that.

Thank you Eddie for your honest answer said the moderator, you could tell he was uneasy about the situation. I have one more question for you Eddie, will we ever meet your wife?

Eddie started to grin again and just said

Maybe you already have, I'll just say that she's sitting in the audience today and always supports me in everything.

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Please also read the story's from @enam3l all of her work is just so good 🖤

#rockstar eddie munson #rockstar!eddie #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson story #eddie munson fiction #eddie munson fan fiction

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diaries-of-a-hopelessromantic · 2 years

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Make you mine (Sirius Black x Reader)

Summary :- You hate Sirius' guts. But he loves you. The question is do you really hate him?

Warnings :- Enemies to lovers, sappiness, some people may call it cringe, kissing, song fic.

You hated Sirius Black. But he LOVED you. Constantly asking you out was the first thing on his to-do list.

Tonight was the annual ball. And of course you were going alone. Sirius did ask you a thousand times to go with him but you refused. So here you were, standing in a black gown, drinking fruit punch. The music was so nice and slow, untill -

“Hello everyone, as you all know I'm the wonderful Sirius Black. I hope you all are enjoying this fine evening. Today I am here to sing a song for the love of my life.”, Sirius' voice rang out in the Great Hall. You turned your head towards the stage so fast, you were sure you broke your neck. You saw Sirius, ever so handsome in a black suit, standing on the stage with a mic in his hand, looking right in your e/c eyes. Then he started singing –

“Well I will call you darling and everything will be ok

cause I know that I am yours and you're mine

doesn't matter anyway

In the night we'll take a walk

it's nothing funny just to talk”

His voice was so soft. Just like the soft tuning that James was playing on his guitar and Remus was playing on his piano.

You didn't hear the rest of the song because you got lost in his eyes. His warm, dark eyes. The ones that you hated since forever. But now you were doubting it. Did you really hate him?

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Startled, you looked at the owner of the hand. It was Marlene. She looked at you, smiling, and then pointed in the direction of the stage. You looked at it just to see Sirius coming towards you, still singing. –

“You need to know, we'll take it slow

I miss you so, we'll take it slow”

You two were chest-to-chest now. He was even more beautiful up close. His sharp jawline. His pink, full lips. He slowly started to lean in. But, to everyone's shock, you let him. Your lips met. The kiss was soft and slow. You could hear James, Remus, Peter, Lily, Marlene, Mary, Frank, Alice and some others cheering. You smiled in the kiss as he too smiled. You both pulled away. Your foreheads touched. “Do you love me? If you say no, I won't bother you ever again”, he said, still breathless. Of course I do, you idiot!”, you exclaimed. He removed his forehead from yours and kneeled down on one knee and pulled out a ring from his pocket. “Will you, Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, do me the honour of being my girlfriend?, He asked you. “Yes, a hundred times yes!”, you said before he kissed you passionately. He had made you his, finally.

A/n :- This fic is based on Make you mine by PUBLIC. I love that song and thought it'd be perfect for a fic with sirius. Lemme know how was it or if you wanna be added to the taglist. Text me in the dms if you wanna be added to everything taglist.

Taglist :- @dovahkinskillman , @sdftyghuijkk , @matchat3a.

#Sirius Black x Reader #Sirius Black angst #Enemies to lover #Sirius Black x Y/n #Sirius Black x you #Sirius Black fluff #Sirius Black #The marauders #James Potter #Remus Lupin #Song fic #Make you mine

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lunarfleur · 1 year

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The Outsider’s music au thoughts

I did this for myself bro

Tagging: @collieflower215 @sophie-i-guess13 @sparklenarniawizard @aint-we-the-hoi-polloi @whyareyouhere66 @juneberrie

Mr. and Mrs. Curtis

The boys’ parents were what sparked their musical inspiration. Their mother played piano and had a lovely voice. Their father played guitar and sung a bit, he had 2 guitars.

Darrel Curtis

Darry uses his musical ability to make money for bills and stuff. He plays guitar and sings, but also knows some basic piano. He goes busking near the town’s busiest areas and plays at bars and restaurants and gets paid that way. Everyone once and a while he makes in some good money and uses it towards making life his brothers a little better.

In case you didn’t know, guitars are expensive. Darry only has one, an old and well loved classical guitar. Because he struggles with money so much, he’s learned the basics of guitar repair. He makes some extra money this way because other musicians with not a lot of money will go to him and get their guitars repaired for a cheap price.

Darry got one of his father’s guitars, the other one unfortunately had to get sold because Darry was having extra problems with money.

Sodapop Curtis

Soda was a mama’s boy. It was common for him to be found next to his mother on the bench of the piano that they have. His mother taught him everything she knew up until her death. Soda still plays. He knows the basics of guitar, a few chords and strumming patterns. But more than anything, he sings. His voice is a bit higher and the way he sings makes it obvious that he’s a theater kid. He sounds like he stars in musicals.

Soda’s a theater kid. Not only does he have a beautiful voice, he’s pretty and a good actor. This, of course, gets him the lead male role in every musical and every play.

The majority of his dreams revolve around theater. He wants to be on broadway. He wants to be famous. He wants his name in lights.

Ponyboy Curtis

Pony is naturally just very talented. He’s great and piano and, even though he doesn’t really want to learn, he’s pretty good at guitar too. His voice, though, is his biggest asset. It’s very beautiful and he has a pretty wide range.

Pony doesn’t really want anything too big for his life. He wants to be a solo musician who’s always heard on the radio. He wants his music to be the music everyone always quiets down for, the music everyone turns up.

Since he’s just a kid, he doesn’t really do anything with his talent except practice alone. He’s got a bit of stage fright, so playing in front of others is hard. But he always plays for his brothers, always. Pony doesn’t see it, but when he sits at that piano, Darry swears he looks like their mother.

Two-Bit Mathews

Some of you might disagree with this, but Two is a jazz musician. Due to his talent in shoplifting, he owns a trumpet and an alto saxophone. Surprisingly, no one knows he stole them.

He can’t sing or dance for shit but is considered the Miles Davis of Tulsa. He’s a huge fan of Louis Armstrong and is always found covering his songs. He also really like Chet Baker, who is my personal favorite jazz musician.

Two plays at a lot of bars. He has some friends back him up while he plays either his trumpet or his sax. He’s a crowd favorite because, not only is he good, he cracks the funniest jokes in between songs. It’s never a dull night when Two-Bit plays.

Steve Randle

Steve’s kind of like the Elvis Presley of the group, if we’re talking about backstory. Before his family found their way to Tulsa, he lived in a small, very poor, predominantly black town. But, despite having little money, it was always thriving with music. All around town you could find women with powerful voices. At least half the houses in every street had someone who could play guitar.

That’s what Steve does, plays guitar. His favorite person in that whole town was this old man who lived a few houses down. He’s always have his guitar and harmonica out and would always play for the kids around. Everyone loved him. They all called him Old Man Robbie, though his real name was Robert Jones. He was a wise man who always told Steve to take his time with life. “You can afford to lose a day or two,” he always said. When Steve asked, Old Man Robbie gladly taught him guitar. The guitar Steve owns belonged to Robbie. It’s what Robbie gave him right before he passed.

Steve doesn’t do much with his talent except do what Old Man Robbie did. He sits around town and plays for kids. Steve swears up and down he doesn’t like children, but no one believes it.

Johnny Cade

Johnny is Pony’s best friend. He spends most of his time helping Pony with his original songs, giving his opinions and helping with alterations.

Johnny wants to play guitar, more than anything. I, personally, headcanon Johnny as black. But despite this, he wasn’t really educated on black musicians. He was also so focused on surviving the night that he never really bothered to learn. But Steve introduced him to some of his favorite musicians and Johnny fell in love.

He wants to be able to play like T-bone Walker. Johnny loves T-bone Walker.

Dallas Winston

Dally grew up in New York. New York, for a long time, has been the home of genres like jazz, rock, soul, R&B, funk, and the blues. Dallas, however, cannot stay away from country. Yeah, you read that right.

Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, he loves it all. Dallas is a good guitarist and he’s got a solid voice, too. He doesn’t wear cowboy hats or boots, but he’s typically the one people think of when they think of country musicians around Tulsa.

Angela Shepard

Angela is a jazz singer. She’s got that beautiful, raw voice. Think of a mix of Amy Winehouse and Ella Fitzgerald. She’s got a kind of control over her voice you don’t find just lying around somewhere.

Angela can play guitar and piano, and that’s what helps her write her songs, but when she performs at bars someone else does it for her. Angela writes the guitar and/or piano parts for her songs.

Tim Shepard

The Shepard brothers are Angela’s backup. Tim plays bass and does back up vocals.

He picked up bass pretty quickly. Tim got inspired by some various jazz bassists like Paul Chambers. He’s nonchalant about his talent, but he’s always playing it.

His playing style with Angela is much different than what he plays by himself. He writes his own bass lines, but makes sure his bass playing fits Angela’s songs. When he plays by himself though, it’s much more complicated. It’s a bit faster and has quicker note changes.

Curly Shepard

Curly plays guitar. He prefers electric, but never complains when Angela makes him play acoustic because Tim will be on his ass.

Curly’s talented. His strive to be the star is what fuels his practicing. He could go places, make wonderful songs like Go Johnny Go. But he doesn’t want to leave his siblings behind, so he stays as Angela’s backup.

Maybe it’s fear, maybe it’s paranoia. Nonetheless, Curly knows he can’t handle himself without Tim. He has what would happen to him planned out, he’s overthought about it so much. He’d start out good, getting popular and eventually famous, but then it would become too much for him to handle and he’d start doing drugs, most likely shooting up, then die from an overdose young, depressed, and alone.

But Curly likes playing for Angela. Actually, he loves it. Because she loves it. Watching her run to him with a new guitar part she’s written, hearing her sing, it’s a grounding experience for him. No matter what he says or does, Curly loves his sister. Singing makes Angela happy, so it makes Curly happy, too.

#fanfiction #se hinton #the outsiders #imagine #ponyboy michael curtis #dallas winston #darry curtis #johnny cade #sodapop patrick curtis #steve randle #twobit mathews #tim shepard #angela shepard #curlyshepard #curly shepard #the outsiders music au!

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Drawn & Quartered [Chapter 6]

December 2010, 8pm

A Year Ago

Ville and Caitlyn sat silently on the couch as the heavy snow fell outside. It was day one of what was supposed to be a three day long snowstorm and the couple was happily enjoying the excuse to do nothing but enjoy each other's company. Caitlyn Christmas shopping on her laptop with Its A Wonderful Life muted on the TV. Ville sat a few feet away on the couch tuning his guitar.

A sudden strum of all 6 strings indicated that he was done tuning, each string rang out in perfect tune. As they should, Ville had been sitting there for the better part of an hour meticulously tuning each one.

"Not sure how he can tell the difference." Caitlyn thought to herself a few moments prior, after seeing Ville go back and forth with the D string a few dozen times. He'd pluck it, adjust the tuning peg by a tiny fraction of a turn, pluck again, adjust, and repeat. Caitlyn was sure it was the same note being played over and over, but Ville's furrowed eyebrows told her otherwise. He was listening for something that Caitlyn just wasn't privy to.

"And done." Ville announced before cracking his knuckles and beginning to play random little bits of songs. Some his, some others.

Caitlyn smiled at his playful strumming. Between Ville's guitar, the fire they had going in the fireplace, the festiveness of the movie she had going, the falling snow outside looking magical against the pitch black sky, and the overall atmosphere of their house just filled Cait's heart with joy.

Ville looked over and saw her looking at him and smiling, "What?"

Cait blushed, "Nothing. I'm just happy."

Ville beamed, "Well good. I like to hear that. Because I am too." he kept his response short and went back to strumming, but this time a different song. Cait stretched out her leg and tapped her toe against his thigh along with the melody. She recognized the song instantly; Everlong by the Foo Fighters.

Ville played it perfectly by heart. When they had dubbed Everlong "their song" years prior, he spent forever making sure he had it memorized just for her.

The song filled the room and Caitlyn's heart swelled more. She knew what he was doing. He never was good with words, anytime he felt something, he said it was a song. He'd apologize with some little song that she'd recognize. She'd accept it, because sometimes "sorry" was hard for Ville, so Cait learned to accept musical apologies.

Or he'd email her the link to a YouTube song to convey a message of love.

Seeing that Everlong was their song, Ville playing it beside her told Cait everything she needed to know about his mood. On the last chorus of the song he sang softly;

"And I wonder,

when I sing along with you,

If everything could ever feel this real forever.

If anything could ever be this good again.

The only thing I'll ever ask of you,

You gotta promise not to stop when I say when.

She sang."

His voice was so beautiful, Caitlyn just stared, blushing. Ville made eye contact after the last note finished reverberating off the walls, "I love you." she told him.

Ville smiled at her. "I love you more."

Cait put her laptop on the ottoman and stretched her arms out toward him. Ville placed the guitar down and crawled on top of her, lying his head on her chest. The pair laid in silence for a moment, Ville listening to Cait's heartbeat as she stroked his back gently.

"I could die here." Ville mumbled sleepily.

"I'll allow it. In about 40 years." Cait responded playfully, planting a kiss atop his head.

"Wow it's really coming down out there." Ville remarked, looking at the snow through the window.

"We're getting like three feet of snow this weekend." Cait nodded in agreement.

"That's not going to be fun to shovel." Ville sighed.

"We'll tag team it. It'll be fine." she assured him.

She could feel him furrow his eyebrows against her, "Absolutely not. I will not be caught dead allowing my girlfriend to be seen clearing the snow. I'd hire someone before I'd let you do manual labor." he replied.

"Look at me, I'm Ville, I like gender roles." Cait mocked him playfully.

Ville lifted his head and smirked at her, "Sometimes."

He put his head back down on Caitlyn's chest and sighed with contentment. "If everything could feel this real forever..." Ville sang softly.

"If anything could ever be this real again." Cait sang back just as softly.

"Only thing I'll ever ask of you, you gotta promise not to stop when I say when."

January 1st 2012, 7am

Present Day

Cait stared out at the falling snow, reminiscing. "Gotta promise not to stop when I say when." she whispered. Ville said 'when' when he broke up with her. And Cait had 'stopped' when she left. She should have fought. She knew it. "Why the fuck didn't I just apologize? Why the fuck didn't I call him?" she kept thinking over and over in her head.

A diamond ring was held tightly in her fist. She'd made a mistake. She had led Matthias on too far, and he'd proposed on New Years Eve, at midnight. It gave her the ick, because honestly who the fuck proposes after two weeks? How and why did he already have a ring? But she was furious at herself... for saying yes. She didn't feel like she had a choice, Matthias did it in front of the entire ski lodge and she couldn't humiliate him by saying no. But now she was tasked with breaking it off with Matthias. Everything with him was a mistake and she felt sick to her stomach. It was all too fast, too much, too soon and now she had to do damage control. She needed to talk to Matthias as soon as he woke up before getting his hopes up even more.

A Few Days Later

Unfortunately for Caitlyn, word spread quickly about Ville Valo's ex-girlfriend getting engaged to some random guy. Rumors swirled, people were talking, Caitlyn was furious at herself and Matthias. Her petty, spiteful, scorched-earth actions had made a bad situation a hundred times worse and she was kicking herself as she hid in her room at her friends' apartment. Ville was usually the impulsive, temperamental one. She wasn't used to this new attitude of hers and she didn't like it. She had never been so angry for so long. Even grief when her father died didn't seem so intense as this. But now the anger was waning and the consequences of her actions began coming to view and it was not a pretty sight. Caitlyn was being stupid, she knew she'd rubbed salt into Ville's wounds more than once. She also brought an innocent bystander into all of it as well, and she felt terrible. When Caitlyn let Matthias down, it wasn't pretty and they decided to back off one another. It was seeming like the road through the clusterfuck of a situation was never ending and Caitlyn had no one to blame but herself.

Across town, Ville was on his way to the band's rehearsal space. Ville had been toying with some new songs, the only good to come from his current heartbreak. As he walked into Finnvox and knocked the snow from his shoes he could hear his bandmates talking.

"Do you think he knows?" Burton asked.

Mige shook his head, "No, I think he's still thinking she's going to call him any second and beg him for forgiveness."

"We should probably tell him." Burton urged.

"I'm not sure I want to be around for when he finds out." Linde muttered, "He's going to lose it."

"When who finds out what?" Ville's voice rang out, he'd heard the entire exchange. There was a long silence in the room. "Well don't everyone speak up at once." Ville pushed when everyone just stared awkwardly.

Everyone in the room side-eyed each other, no one wanting to potentially be the messenger shot by an enraged Ville. Mige sighed, "Why don't we go outside and talk--"

"No. What the fuck is going on? What is going on with Cait that I don't know?" Ville's voice rising, panic clearly present in his tone. She was already fucking Matthias, how much worse could this situation get? His mind was racing "What is going on?" his voice rose in impatient panic.

"Dude... have you been seeing the tabloids?" Mige asked.

"No, what the fuck are you getting at?" Ville's heart was pounding in his ears.

"Rip the fucking bandaid off, dude." Linde interrupted, directing his statement to Mige, wanting to break the tension as quickly as possible. "She's engaged to Matti."

A surge of rage swelled in Ville's chest and his legs began to shake.

"Ville--" Mige could feel the panic pouring out of his friend.

"I gotta go." Ville quickly turned around and headed outside.

The rage inside of him caused him to nearly rip the exit door to the back of the Finnvox parking lot to swing off the hinges. Ville ripped his phone out of his pocket and called Caitlyn.

Across town, Caitlyn's heart thudded within her chest upon seeing Ville's number pop up. She knew there were only two reasons he'd be calling,

If he didn't know about the engagement situation, he may be calling her to reconcile. If he did know, he was calling to tear her a new asshole.

“Hello?” Caitlyn answered with bated breath.

“Is it true?” Ville jumped right to the point.

He was enraged. She could tell immediately. He was definitely not calling to reconcile.

“What do you mean?” Caitlyn asked, not wanting to acknowledge what she knew he meant. She knew that photos of her and Matthias' "engagement" had gotten out into the world. Everyone was shocked that Ville's girlfriend of 5 years was suddenly engaged to someone else. But unfortunately, no one else was aware that she had broken it off the next morning and her and Matthias were no longer seeing each other. Caitlyn knew she fucked up, but when Matthias pulled that stunt publicly, she was furious. She knew it would get out and sure enough it did. She looked like a desperate, impulsive idiot to the world and she knew it.

“Don’t you fucking do that! You know exactly what I'm talking about.” he shouted, “Is it true?” he practically screamed into the phone.

“Yes, but let me ex--” Caitlyn whispered then suddenly as soon as she said it she heard a series of sickly cracks and then a crunch and then the phone disconnected.

She didn't have a chance to explain before Ville had violently smashed his phone repeatedly against the brick wall beside him and then he violently threw it with such ferocity at the ground it shattered, sending splintered pieces flying. He began hyperventilating, tears immediately filled his eyes. He gripped his hair tightly with both hands and sunk down against the wall.

“Ville?” a gentle voice spoke out a few moments later. It was Mige. Immediately, Mige saw the devastation on his best friend’s face and he crouched beside him and embraced him tightly. Ville couldn’t hold back and broke into the hardest sob he’d done since he was a child into his friend’s chest. It was over. Forever. Caitlyn was never coming back and it was all his fault. She'd moved on. The life he always wanted with her and she was living it with someone else. His deep weeping tightened his chest and he began to wheeze. “Ville. Ville. Come on, where’s your inhaler?” Mige grabbed his friend’s shoulders. When Ville didn’t respond, Mige took it upon himself to dig into Ville’s pockets searching for it. Once retrieved, he forced Ville to use it.

"How the fuck could she do this to me?" he wailed.

Mige couldn't answer, he just held his dear friend tightly in his arms. Ville had been through many breakups, but Mige knew Cait was Ville's "The One" and Ville was taking this harder than he'd ever taken a breakup before. Moments later, Seppo came around the corner, he knelt down to be close to the young man he considered a son, trying to comfort him. Ville's cries eventually subsided.

"Ville, let's get you home." Seppo spoke softly. "I'll take you home."

"No. I'm gonna walk. I need air. I need to think."

Caitlyn sat with her head in her hands, sobbing. She kept trying to call Ville back but it just kept ringing and ringing. Never even going to voicemail.

"Honestly, sweetie, I think that means he blocked you." Nina explained, when she picked up Cait's phone and tried calling Ville herself. "If it's just ringing and never going to voicemail... I don't know."

"He didn't give me a chance to explain." Caitlyn wiped her eyes. "I'm so fucking stupid. I hate myself."

"Caity, stop. Hurt people hurt people, it happens. You're human. He doesn't get to be mad at you moving on though. He shouldn't have broken up with you for literally no reason. If anything he should just be mad at himself."

Caitlyn shook her head, tears beginning to fall again, "No, it's my fault. I was wrong. I should have just admitted I was wrong and we could have avoided all of this. I ruined my fucking life. I lost him and now he fucking hates me."

#ville valo #vv #ville valo fan fic #ville valo fan fiction #neon noir #him #h.i.m #heartagram #his infernal majesty #love metal

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aviel-the-trans-bucket · 10 months

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Welcome back my madlads, today is our last foyer down emo nostalgia lane as my next post will likely be on Gerard’s solo album hesitant alien and his singles. Today we’ll be doing an mcr medley, any song I missed because it wasn’t on one of the main albums and also covers they’ve done. I’m excited to see what all is left so let’s get this started.

So this is kinda an eclectic mix of songs ranging from every snowflake is different to desolation row. I’m excited to listen to what’s left which does include fake your death and foundations of decay. I am hopeful maybe we’ll see a new album on the horizon but if not it was nice to feel a part of this sphere during this comeback. We’ll go by date and start with the songs that aren’t dated as they remain unreleased.

Note I’ll likely be very unfamiliar with most of these covers, the exception being all I want for Christmas because Mariah Carey is an scp and she lives in all our brains.

The Drugs: ok starting off, this one kinda rocks man. Good opening guitar. Ok is pretty good, but I’m pretty neutral on it. I might just be a lil over saturated on mcr after all this tbh, it may take a lot more to wow me now.

Sister To Sleep: ok this one is real difficult cause of my audio processing issues, I literally have no idea what’s being said, audio too crunchy. It’s probably a bop tho. Maybe I should have listened to a video of them playing it live instead.

Still Alive: ok so I literally could not find any reference of this on YouTube, oh well maybe one day some of these will get studio releases.

Jack The Ripper: ok cover time, let’s see what this one has to offer. Pretty groovy, not bad so far. Oh ok I think this one is gonna fuck. Once again my autism ears not liking crunchy audio. Again not bad I’m neutral on it, maybe if I was capable of hearing properly I’d like it more. It can’t be helped.

All I want For Christmas Is You: Ah yes, the cursed texts. I’m excited to hear their take on it, but I feel like every time I listen to it normally I take psychic damage. His voice is magic, gritty in the best ways. Slam me with the fucking guitar in the face man cmon do it. Yea this one is bop. I like it it, it’s nice. It’s not blasting my tits off but that’s fine.

Astro Zombies: ok next song, maybe this one will obliterate my shit. Ok got guitar. Oh this one kinda rocks. Got a good groove to it. Not bad, again we’re in like nice/good tier.

Under Pressure: so this song has a reputation, and yet I still haven’t even listened to the original. So of course time to listen to a cover. Oooooo I like this, oh fuck yea. This is what I’ve been waiting for! It’s not melting my face but it’s super fucking good tho!

Desert Song: ok acoustic time, this one is about to knock me on my ass into my feelings ain’t it? Oh this is beautiful. Also I’m getting some serious foundations vibes, “did you come to stare or wash away the blood” and “let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away” feel like parallels. Ok it’s somber and beautiful but it isn’t putting me in my feelings thank fuck. But this and foundations really do feel like sister songs. I really enjoy this, oddly relaxing in a way.

Song 2: this seems like another with crunchy audio, let’s hope I can understand what’s being said. Oh hello, guitar fucks. Oh damn, sassy. This one does fuck. Oooooooh fuck yea the guitar FUCKS!!

Untitled/ Someone Out There Loves You: oooo haunting opening melody, very pretty. And the guitar fucks! Ok this one rocks, like pretty fucking good.

The Black Parade Is Dead: ok short and sweet, the killing of the black parade, a nice interlude. Welcome back from the dead you beautiful bastards.

Desolation Row: Not sure what to expect but I’m kinda excited. Now this fucks! This rocks, I like this :). Maybe I should go back through and do all the mcr music videos, because for all these posts I’ve just been doing the audio.

Common People: ooo synthy. Ok this one is ok not bad. Again pretty neutral on it, but not bad. God damn the guitar is going nuts tho.

Every Snowflake Is Different (Just Like You): ah yes, the yo gabba gabba song. Let’s hear it, see how this goes. Yo why’s the audio so crispy. Ok new video. That’s better. This is cute, charming. It’s a good time, very cute.

Hell Hath No Fury: very short but kinda a banger, shame it’s was unfinished but what exsists is pretty nice.

Fake Your Death: damn we’re almost done, this is the last song I haven’t heard yet, before I get m6 face ripped off by foundations. Oh this is nice. Oh damn I like this beat. Man this is a fucking bop. Good song, I like.

Foundations Of Decay: here’s the last one until they drop new music boys, she’s been living in my liked videos almost since it dropped and boy does it blow our tits clean off. Comfortingly nostalgic but at the same time some entirely new and I’m so here for this glorious rebirth. Starts slow and staticky and lovely, then it drops and punches you in the face and I fucking LOVE It!!! And as the vermin crawl 😌. Shit moves through you man, I adore this song. GET! UP! COWARD!

Quite the journey, and I’m really hoping it isn’t over just yet! There were many songs, some ok and some that make me feel like I’m getting hit in the gut. This has been a wonderful journey from birth, to Black Death, to our own little Renaissance. I look forward to where we’ll go from here but for now, I must say goodbye. From here on I’ll be listening to the solo music of each of the members, my next post should be hesitant alien. It’s been real my madlads and my top 5 of this medley of songs are…

1: Foundations Of Decay (obviously)

2: Fake Your Death

3: Desolation Row

4: Desert Song

5: Under pressure

Man…it’s finally over. Well I guess I’ll see you madlads back with hesitant alien. Maybe I’ll see you back with a new mcr album if we’re lucky. It’s been a joy going down this walk down emo memory lane with you all, lots of love ❤️

#aviel rambles #aviels emo nostalgia music hour #mcr #my chem romance #my chemical romance #i’m catching up on old mcr stuff in the off chance they drop a new album post return #this sure was something #I’m honestly kinda sad it’s over #but it was a joy to do #and maybe later down the line I’ll rewatch all the old music videos since I only did audio for the song posts

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