#and like. shes fine. shes hot. she put out an album. she seems to have good friends that arent from our high school

[yournowheregirl]

one hand, one heart

tw: mention of HIV/aids crisis and the general blatant (sometimes violent) homophobia of the 1980s

steve harrington loves musicals.

it’s something he inherits from his mother, something he always shared with her while growing up and his father is at work. she puts on hello dolly! on vinyl and sing along as she cooks, or my fair lady as she cleans out her closet, or the king and i as she does her morning crossword. 

steve doesn’t really get the songs at first, but his mother is patient with him, explaining the stories and characters of every musical and replaying his favorite songs when he asks and soon enough, steve finds himself singing and dancing alongside his mother, knowing each and every word. 

one night west side story is on tv and his mother allows him to stay up late since his father is away again. they’re huddled on the couch together, throw blanket in their laps and hot cocoa on the coffee table and steve can’t tear his eyes away from the screen. the costumes, the songs, the dancing, he just can’t look away, it’s all so pretty. 

the movie gets a bit scary at times. during the big fight scene, he squeezes his eyes shut and ducks away into the safety of his mother’s arms and when tony dies at the very end, there are tears rolling down his face. his mother tries to tell him that it’s just a story but steve knows one thing for certain now.

it’s dangerous to love someone who’s different. 

as steve grows up, his mother seems to have less and less time for him - now suddenly joined at her husband’s hip as he goes away on business trips - and their movie musical moments slowly fade away. but it’s fine, steve is at that age that people no longer find it cute when you know every word to don’t rain on my parade. no, when he tells people that, they look at him funny and whisper something that he can’t quite make out.

so he stops talking about musicals all together.

(he still listens to certain albums when he finds himself coming home in the big, empty harrington house once again. it’s comforting, almost like he’s hugging his mother again, but not quite as warm). 

he hides his love for musicals throughout most of high school. doesn’t even try out when the drama department is doing a rendition of bye, bye birdie, no matter how much he actually wants to. laughs and lies when tommy finds the sunday in the park with george album in the living room, saying the housekeeper must’ve misplaced it. acts all tough and aloof when nancy asks him to watch grease together, even though he’s watched it four times already. 

with all nightmares he gets during year after year of somehow surviving all that upside down bullshit, steve once again turns to musicals when he can’t sleep. usually it’s just a mixtape he made, consisting of his favorite songs that’ll sing him to sleep like a lullaby. but when the nightmares are particularly bad, he drags his duvet all the way downstairs, settles down on the couch and rewatches the sound of music until his eyes start to burn. 

no one knows about it. not even robin, even though steve think she might suspect a thing after he suddenly knew exactly who julie andrews was. and he had planned to keep it that way, until one night when he finds himself on the couch once again but this time, in the company of eddie munson. 

never in his life would steve have imagined that eddie munson would be one of his closest friends, but stranger things have happened. like dragging eddie’s lifeless body through the literal gates of hell and watching how he miraculously recovered from his near-fatal injuries. 

but it’s more than friendship at this point and steve is well aware of that. others may think of him as oblivious but he knows himself. he recognizes that fluttery feeling in his stomach, he felt it dozens of times before. he notices the way his face heats up when eddie calls him sweetheart and lets his hands linger a second longer than necessary. 

he knows damn well that he’s crushing on eddie munson and it scares him half to death. 

it’s movie night and they’re on the couch together. eddie is flipping through the channels when steve notices a very familiar scene. 

“wait, no. go back.” he says, gesturing towards the tv. eddie looks confused but complies anyway, until the opening scene of west side story appears on screen again. 

“you wanna watch this?” eddie snorts.

“yeah. it’s good.” 

“...right.”

steve is well aware that eddie is even more confused than before, but at least he doesn’t seem to question steve’s sudden interest in the movie. doesn’t tease him about it either, not when steve’s feet start tapping along to something’s coming all on their own and not even when he softly starts singing along to maria. 

it gives steve enough confidence to lean in during gee, officer krupke, barely able to hold in his laughter. “twenty bucks say you pulled shit like this with hopper at least once.”

eddie rolls his eyes, but smiles anyway and steve thinks he’s just made easy money, only for eddie to retaliate during i feel pretty. “twenty bucks say you pull shit like this in the mirror at least once a week.”

“fuck off, man.” steve mutters, bumping their shoulders together in an attempt to hide the pink flush that’s spreading across his cheeks. 

“no can do, stevie. that song is practically made for you.” eddie grins. 

he doesn’t pull away after that. stays right there, glued to steve’s side for the remainder of the movie, which makes it all the more difficult for steve to focus on whatever’s happening on screen. 

it’s a good thing steve knows this movie by heart already because it quickly becomes virtually impossible to focus on anything other than eddie when he notices eddie’s hand moving closer and closer towards him on the couch. and as soon as he feels eddie’s pinky finger curling around his own, steve’s pretty sure his brain goes static at the mere feeling of eddie’s calloused fingers against his skin.

now, it has been said that steve is the bravest one out of all of his friends - always throwing himself in danger headfirst to protect the others - but steve can still feel his heart beating in his throat as he lifts his palm and links his and eddie’s hands together. it shouldn’t be as scary as facing a demogorgon, but it’s still the most courageous thing he’s done in a long time. 

with one small, almost insignificant movement, steve can suddenly feel eddie’s eyes on him. feels his gaze burning into his skin, though he doesn’t have enough courage anymore to look back at him. instead, he lets outs a shuddering breath and tries to pay attention to the story again. 

and even though holding eddie’s hand seemed scary at first, steve soon comes to the conclusion it’s the best decision he’s made in a logn time because it’s just so fucking nice. their hands fit perfectly together and it gives him something to hold onto. an anchor of some sorts to get through the last few emotional scenes of the movie. 

eddie’s hand keeps him grounded, keeps him from bursting into tears when tony dies like he did the first time he watched it with his mom. still, that scene does something to him. hits him right in the gut and he can feel himself stiffen as maria finds tony’s lifeless body on the ground. eddie must notice it too, because he squeezes steve’s hand a little tighter, runs his thumb across steve’s knuckles, helps him stay in the moment.  

not much later, the credits appear on the screen and steve knows he no longer has an excuse not to look back at eddie. he takes a deep breath and glances to his left and- yup, grave mistake because eddie’s gaping at him, with his dark doe eyes even bigger than usual. 

still, steve can’t look away, even though the silence between them stretches longer than it should be. he should say something. anything. ask if he wants something to drink. if he wants to watch another movie. if he-

“steve?”

“yeah?”

“can i kiss you?”

steve just blinks at him, a response of any kind dying on his tongue. fear creeps up on him - what if he’s dreaming, what if eddie doesn’t mean it, not in the way steve wants him to, what if-

but he was brave before, he can be brave again. he meets eddie’s eyes and nods, trusting his body just enough to take over and say what his words can’t. 

as soon as he feels eddie’s lips pressed against his own, steve is hyper-aware of every sensation - the lingering taste of diet coke, the slight stubble on his chin, the loose curl that brushes against his cheek. he almost feels like he’s floating, like the fluttering feeling in his stomach has lifted him up and transported him to a world where it’s just eddie and his lips gliding in synch against his own and it feels so, so good.

okay, screw the hand holding - this is the best decision steve’s ever made.

as eddie moves closer and tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, steve’s hand find its way to eddie’s chest. he lets it linger over eddie’s heart, almost as if he’s trying to make sure that this is really happening. that eddie is here and he’s alive and he’s kissing him.

it’s only their first kiss but steve decides then and there that he doesn’t want another day go by without kissing eddie. doesn’t want another go by without eddie in it, period.

fuck. this is more than just a crush, isn’t it? this is so much more than that. this is almost like love. this is... this is a lot.

and that’s when it hits him. the message that’s been burned into his brain ever since he saw west side story for the first time - that loving someone who is different is dangerous.

not because he plays a fantasy game that no one seems to understand. not because he listens to metal and sold drugs in his spare time. not because he got falsely accused of murder and the whole town looks at him with disdain.  

it’s dangerous simply because it’s another guy. 

steve’s not stupid. he reads the newspaper, he watches the news, he knows all about the protests and the hate crimes and the thousands of innocent people dying of a disease that no one seems to care enough about to help. 

it’s terrifying to love someone when the entire world seems to be against you.

he doesn’t even realize he’s crying until he tastes the saltiness of his own tears and feels eddie pulling away from him. eddie’s eyes are filled with worry and that’s somehow enough to break steve, the tears just keep coming and coming with no end in sight.

“hey, hey, look at me.” eddie says softly, his hands gently cupping steve’s face. “did i do something wrong? what’s going on, baby?”

steve shakes his head, unable to form any words just yet. there are just tears and sobs and terrifying thoughts of what would happen to them if one of them- no, he doesn’t even want to think about that, it’ll only make him more upset. 

“okay, take your time. i’m here.” eddie mutters. he presses a kiss to steve’s forehead, his hands never once leaving steve’s face. 

the tears slowly but surely stop after that and steve somehow manages to regain control of his voice, even though it’s raspy and broken.

“it’s just... i just like you so much and it makes me so fucking scared. because what if...” he swallows the lump in his throat again, gasping for air. “what if we end up like them? what if we end up like tony and maria? it just takes one wrong move and we’re- you could- i can’t lose you, eddie.”

“then we’ll go somewhere safer. we’ll go to chicago, or new york, or, or, literally anywhere you wanna go where you feel safe.” eddie says, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. his thumbs wiping away the tears on steve’s cheeks. “it’s like that movie said, y’know. ‘there’s a place for us, somewhere a place for us. peace and quiet and open air waits for us, somewhere.’”

steve’s eyes widen. he blinks once, twice, almost feeling speechless. “you know this musical?”

“i may have seen it before. i was in the drama club after all.” eddie shrugs, but when steve looks at him in disbelief, he sighs and adds: “okay, maybe i rewatched it because i was bored on a saturday once. it’s a good movie.”

“it really is.” steve nods, a small smile playing on his lips.

“we’re gonna be okay, y’know.” eddie assures him. “we survived literal hell, what’s a few bigots in comparison to that?”

steve nods, and as his tears are starting to dry, he’s finally starting to believe that that eddie means it. that he wants him, that he wants them, that he wants a future, together. and that might just be just enough reason for steve to lean back in again and kiss eddie with every ounce of his being, slow and warm and deep until all his worries float away and eddie is the only thing left on his mind.

(and later on, when eddie’s whimpering ‘steve’ over and over and over again, steve fully understands what tony meant when he sang that a name could almost sound like praying)

hi friends! it’s been a damn minute, i’ve been dealing with one hell of a writer’s block but this just appeared outta nowhere so i hope you enjoyed! thanks as always to @legitcookie & @sidekick-hero for their endless support as i went through the five stages of grief every time i attempted to write ilyyy <3

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfiction #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #this started as a cute silly little headcanon about momma's boy steve #and then i watched west side story again and it just derailed from there #and then i got in my feels about being queer in the 80s #throws this at you and runs away #alice's writing adventures

[befuddled-calico-whump]

putting one more Cinderglass drabble request in your askbox (i am so sorry for the spam but i’ve been thinking about them nonstop aghfsk). again, feel free to ignore this!

i‘d love to see Sarah help Lex work through a panic attack or a traumatic flashback! maybe either so that he doesn’t have to drown himself in alcohol about it or she’s helping and calming him down while he’s drunk

Wildefire Masterlist

cw: alcoholism, emeto, hallucinations, withdrawals

He'd been sober for thirty seven hours.

Not long at all, really, but it was something, and he was trying, and it was fine.

Well, it was fine for thirty seven hours.

Outright quitting was the only thing Lex dared to do. Trying to just cut back wouldn't work, because what was cutting back? He didn't keep track of how much he drank anymore, he just drank until he felt like it was enough. Even just trying to regulate himself to one a day seemed risky business. Would he be able to stop, once he started?

He didn't want to find out.

Lex didn't tell Sarah, didn't want her saying it was a bad idea or insisting on staying with him. It was a rough ride ahead, and he didn't want to somehow hurt her in the throes of his panic or sickness. He... He didn't want her to see him like that.

So he locked himself in his room, told her not to bother him this week, that he'd be busy. The safehouse was old and decrepit but huge, and his room had a small bathroom attached, something he was doubly grateful for now.

He stocked his room with water bottles. It was impossible not to think of Sarah whenever he looked at their plastic cases now, Sarah staying up until early daylight, because she was worried. That was good. He could use his guilt there as a reminder; a reason to hold out.

He sipped at them and stared at the wall, every light in the room on, the old radio Sarah had gotten for him positioned at the foot of his bed. She'd given him a battered CD case with it, packed full of a few dozen discs. A Guns n Roses album was currently in, playing just loud enough to pull his thoughts.

She's got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories

By now, Lex was pretty good at doing nothing, letting himself sink into the thankfulness that nothing was being done to him. Even a year after the Tower and weeks free of Uriah, the talent hadn't faded. Day one turned into night, and he didn't dare fall asleep. Just swapped one CD for another and let his mind cling to the lyrics.

Too late, my time has come

Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time

It was around hour twenty two that the headache started, and it only got worse from there. Not long after that, Lex was clinging to the toilet bowl, heaving up the half-dozen water bottles he'd drank throughout the day, his head swimming, the pit in his stomach insisting couldn't he just do this later? Would it hurt to have one drink, to get rid of this shitty feeling?

No. All or nothing.

He moved the radio to the bed, putting his ear to the speaker, trying to drown out everything else. The album came to an end, and he replaced it with another, as quick as he could without scratching the disc with his stupid metal fingers.

Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile

The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes

Fuck. He just needed to hold out, just for a few days, and this would be over. A little self control, and maybe he could call himself worthy of the people here. Not a loose end. Not an ex-enemy or a liability. Something better.

Lex wrapped the sheets around himself, held the pillow over his head to try and ease the pounding in his skull with the pressure. It didn't help. He almost fell asleep, but the nausea pulled at his stomach and his skin was crawling and too hot, and then he was throwing off the blankets; stripping down to his boxers in an effort to ease the heat.

Exhausted but unable to find sleep, he sat with his back against the cool wall and sipped water, trying to find the lyrics again and hold them.

I don't really want to stop the show

But I thought you might like to know

That the singer's gonna sing a song

And he wants you all to sing along

It didn't help, it wasn't enough. His own body was fighting him, roiling nausea and sickness insisting all he needed was one drink and it could all go away, it could all be okay (fray, gray, stay).

The radio hummed as the CD came to an end, a few seconds passing before the album began again.

What would you think if I sang out of tune?

Would you stand up and walk out on me?

At long last, his own exhaustion was catching up to him, and he dragged himself back onto the bed, the heavy feeling in his chest spreading to his eyes and mind, as the music faded to a buzz and sleep overcame him.

He woke in the Tower.

It was impossible, he knew it was, but the fear seized him all the same, the crushing weight of walls he couldn't escape, the knowledge that this time, there would be no one to free him; this time he was here for good.

And the floor was wrong and Lex knew there was never music, but he fucking knew where he was.

He sat up, wincing at the sharp pain that rang through his skull at the movement, forcing down rising nausea. No one here cared if he was sick, if he was hurt, they'd hurt him more anyway, they'd do what it took to keep him down, keep him in line. He wrapped his arms

(Arms? It's wrong, stop, you aren't---)

around himself, squeezing his torso with a pressure that wasn't comforting. He felt shaky, blurred, weak. Had they drugged him?

(just one drink and this all goes away)

He tried to reach for the techniques he'd used to get through the days, tried to remember the things he'd done to stay sane, to stay alive, but any useful memory fell through his hands like sand, leaving nothing but the shadows, the nightmares (snares, glares, spares).

He knew what happened here, in his cell (hell). He knew what was waiting to spring on him at any moment, what would surely come for him if he let his guard down (drown), if he fell asleep, if he---

"Morning, scum."

Lex froze as the door swung open. Morning? But it was so dark, but it was always dark, the light never hits you here, and when it does there are worse things waiting---

"I knew you'd come crawling back. This is where you belong, it's home."

He could hear the voice clear as day, but couldn't see its owner. It didn't sound like Wade. It almost sounded like...

"Alexei. Did you really think you could hide from me?"

Uriah Fox stood over the bed, a smug smile plastered on his face.

"No," Lex choked out. "Y-you can't--"

"You always knew it would end this way."

(Fray, pray, stray)

He climbed onto the bed, straddling Lex, easily pinning him despite being so much smaller, despite Lex being so much stronger, and he couldn't move, he couldn't breathe---

"Lex."

The pressure in his chest faded, and he gasped for air, squinting into the dim light, unable to make out anything. A hand fell onto his shoulder, giving it a light shake, and he flinched back.

"Sorry."

Sarah? He forced himself to breathe deeply, ease his eyes open. Her silhouette was blurry above him, and it was only then that he realized he was crying.

He brushed the tears away hastily with the back of his hand. "You... You should go," he managed to say.

She sighed. "I'm sorry if I scared you, I just... I heard you... screaming. Not loud or anything, but..." She tapped her earlobe. "Can't get much past these."

He swallowed, trying to push himself into a seated position, but his shoulders shook, his stomach twisting, and he fell back onto the pillow.

"Lex..." She bit her lip. "You could've told me. You know you don't have to do this alone."

He almost laughed out loud at that. What other way was there? It was his body, his choices, his mistakes. He'd drowned himself for too long, hoping it could save him, knowing it never would. He was reaping his rewards. No one else should have to deal with the mess that was him.

"I'm not your problem," he murmured, letting his eyes close again. What could she do, besides be there to fill the silence when music wasn't enough? Besides grounding him and telling him it wasn't real, he wasn't there?

"You're not a problem, Lex," she said, her voice serious. Tired. How late was it? Even trying to be fucking better, he was still screwing up her life.

"I just want you to take care of yourself, okay?" She kicked at an empty water bottle. "Is this the best way? I'm glad you're trying, I am, but don't you think it'll be easier on you if you come downstairs and hang out?"

He didn't want any of them to see him like this. "What good would that do?"

"Distract you, for one. For another, it'll be easier to remember meals. When's the last time you've eaten something?"

He sank further onto the bed, his gut twisting again at the thought of food. "I don't know."

"And have you been drinking anything besides water?"

"No, that's--that's the whole point, I'm not---"

"That's not what I meant. Electrolytes? A protein shake, maybe?"

"No," he answered after a moment.

She dropped her eyes, a grimace tugging at her mouth though she seemed to be trying to hold it back.

"Do you not think I can do this?"

"I think you're punishing yourself," Sarah said. "And I think you should stop."

Was he? His head spun almost too much to think about it. This wasn't self-inflicted punishment, it was cause and effect. It was something he had to get through if he ever wanted to move past the Tower.

"It'll be over soon," he muttered, and he hoped he was right.

She dipped her head, pressing her lips together tightly, and pushed off of the bed, moving to sit cross-legged on the floor.

"Sarah..."

"Look, I don't wanna push your boundaries, but I can't leave you like this. It's not safe."

"It'll get worse from here."

"Which is why I'm staying." She gave him a stern look. "If you want to be alone, I'll leave, but I'll be right outside your door."

Lex clenched his jaw. "I'll be fine."

"You're detoxing. You're already feverish. What if you start seizing up?"

"Then I've already dug my own grave."

"Lex." Her expression darkened. "You can't keep doing this."

"This is the only time--"

"Not this. Self-destructing. You..." She did grimace then, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You keep hurting yourself, and I can't keep watching."

He pressed his cheek further into the pillow, knees drawing to his chest. "Then why do you?" he said. "Why haven't you thrown me out yet?"

The words came out too angry. Accusatory. His own fault. Any filter he had was lessened by the pain in his head and the nausea and the fucking exhaustion. He didn't want her to throw him out, he... he needed her. Not in some bullshit emotional way, but as a reminder that there were still good things. Things worth fighting for, worth living for.

"I'd never throw you out," Sarah said, her expression turning to something that bordered playful. "I like you too much for that, you know. I just..." She exhaled through her nose, pushed soft dark hair over her shoulder. "I want you to try, okay? Can you agree to try to do what's best for yourself? To stop taking the harder path just because?"

Could he? Even if he wanted to? The harder path was what he was used to. Less traveled, less trapped. Suffering for a goal was a habit. Muscle memory.

Would the path to freedom be as clear if there was no pain to pave it?

Still, something in her voice pulled Lex to nod against the pillow. "I'll try."

Her smile shifted to something more genuine. "That's all I'm asking." She began to push herself up. "I'll, uh... I'll be in the hall then. You are eating breakfast in the morning, mister."

"You... You don't have to do that," he started.

"Do what? Bring you food? Or stand guard? I already said I'm not leaving you alone--"

"You don't have to stay in the hall." Lex swallowed (followed), and it took him a second to form the words. "You can stay here. If you... If you want to."

Her expression softened. "Yeah. I do."

She found a spare pillow and blanket in the room's closet and began to settle down on the floor beside him, picking out a new CD to start the music playing again.

While we're on the subject, could we change the subject now

"I'm here if you need me."

"I know." I need you.

It was a paradox. The easier path to recovery, to a clear head, to control being the more difficult one. Because it was untravelled. Because he almost felt he didn't deserve it, that he should bear the punishment for his own vices.

But even if the path was unchartered, he had a guide. For once, he didn't have to walk it alone.

oh, and we carried it all so well

•°•°•

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#you don't know how long i spent finding lyrics #im not even fully satisfied with the ones i went with because they aren't -perfect- but ive spent too long scrolling through playlists lolo #wildefire #cinderglass #tw alcohol #alcohol whump #emeto #hallucinations #withdrawals #angst #anon #so sorry this took forever #anyway this may be a little cheesy but lex needs some sappiness in his life #I STARTED WRITING THIS IN NOVEMBER HOLY SHIT FSJDBSKKD

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Who can say no to bridezilla? |

Epilogue

Because I couldn't not give them a proper ending.

Summary: With no date to your sister's wedding, what are you to do? No worries though, she's already got it covered, well, sort of...

Masterlist

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MATTY POV:

“Now, we’ve all seen it. We’re all talking about it! So, why don’t we just clear the air, hey?”

Matty raised a brow at the interviewer.

Immediately he knew where this question was ultimately headed, but instead of making things easier for all parties involved, he went with the clueless route. Because that was always more fun, wasn’t it? And also, if he lived for anything, then it was annoying the fuck out of the nosy godawful pricks who were constantly so engrossed in his private life. 

“Sorry, mate. Gonna have to be a bit more specific here.”

The interviewer, Josh or something of the like, blinked at him before he casted a glance at the camera and laughed him off awkwardly. 

In all truth, Matty wasn’t the type to bite his tongue (not for a lack of trying, of course, he’d just always had zero filter- something which he liked to blame his mother for) and so it was probably quite easy to tell just how much he didn’t want to be here, in this fucking sauna of a room. 

Christ, was he sweating already? 

With a sigh, he scratched at the side of his cheek in attempt to hide the yawn he’d been fighting off since this shit-show had begun, and waited for the bloke sat opposite to continue on with this tireless charade they all seemed to adopt sooner or later. All, as in, every journalist ever.

It had all grown so tiring, so trivial, by this point in their career. They all just seemed to ask the same thing in one term or another, over and over. What’s your favourite colour? Who’s your celebrity crush? How’s it staying sober? Who’re you currently shagging? 

That last one was something of a hot topic at the minute. For him at least. 

Always him, it seemed. 

See, it’d all started a few months back when the lot of them had taken a good few weeks off so that Hann could have the ‘wedding of his dreams’. Or at least that was how Matty had taken it, having been on something of a roll with the last album and tour, he’d wanted to get a head start on the next now that he was properly off of all the hard stuff. 

But Jamie, their band’s manager, had taken use of his authority and all but demanded the break. 

Put his foot down. Quite literally, in fact- through a glass table of all things during a celebratory night out after the Brits. 

Matty had been rather delighted with the scene, of course, and thus had given Jamie a whistling round of applause, which had died down shortly after only Ross had joined him. Still, it had been a night worthwhile.

Anyway… stories always seemed to get away from him. He sort of had a knack for it, he guessed, going round and round the point. Or maybe he was just showing his age. But yeah, it had all basically begun way back when Hann had finally declared the date of his wedding.

Matty, honestly hadn’t been dreading it- no, not at all. Losing one of his best mates, forever, to a girl of all things. No, he’d been completely fine. Excited for them even!

Almost.

Maybe…

Alright, so he might’ve used every possible opportunity he’d had to avoid the topic at all costs, but previously mentioned girl was also relatively chill, and someone Matty had grown quite fond of in recent years. So he hadn’t been too vocal about his many irrational dwellings and constantly rising panic. Up until that very moment at least.

And Hann… he hadn’t been too happy a chap.

But with the wedding still happening- with or without his blessing, he’d like to iterate- Matty had used up the time and space he’d been ‘gifted’ to work on himself a bit. So he’d fucked off dating and alcohol (the hard stuff at least), took up jiu-jitsu, and decided to slack off social media too for a while. 

Just wanted to keep his circle small in truth. He drunk a bit of wine here and there, and smoked when and where he pleased. 

Because since rehab, he’d actually become something short of a chimney, which was honestly saying something if you’d known him at all before. A cigarette after the most mundane tasks had quickly become an adopted habit of his, alongside the weed which he didn’t have the heart to give up. Because, who the fuck else did it harm in the grand scheme of things?

And that had been that. Up until the point when Ross, the ginormous tosser he was, had gone and cucked up his pretty little bubble of peace by asking who he’d intended to bring along to Hann’s wedding.

Matty had sort of lost it then. Because he’d had. No. Fucking. Clue.

Not after having been out of the game for so long, and having avoided almost every ounce of social interaction that had been tossed his way. 

Plus, there'd been absolutely no way that he was bringing some randomer along to his best mate’s big day. He just wasn’t down with that. And so, like that fucking loser he was, he’d declared that he’d be going stag.

But, Y/s/n, the formidable angel she was (as well as the poor woman of Hann’s decrepit dreams, poor sod), had simply laughed her arse off at him when he’d mentioned it, and point blank told him no. 

Actually, the words she’d used were, ‘There’s no way in fuck-off hell that you, of all people, are turning up stag to my wedding, Matty. I’ll sort it.’

And did she fuck.

Because not too soon after that whole commotion did you fall into the mix. 

Now, Matty had heard tidbits about this faceless girl here and there- you were Y/s/n’s older sister for one, and was almost always busy doing something of the sorts. But you had quickly become a strange puzzle in his incredibly hectic life, someone he knew bits and pieces about but could never quite imagine complete.

Truthfully, the whole thing had honestly been a favour to the both of you at first. You had been in need of someone to throw in front of your mum for a bit (something Matty could relate to- intrusive mother’s were now something of a pastime to him), and he’d just been desperate enough for any kind of date that he’d so happened to agree. Figured it’d be fun, a distraction to take his mind off of losing one of his very best mates. 

Dramatic, he knows, but who cared.

So Hann had sent him your number and it had all sort of spiralled from there. He’d messaged you on a whim, having decided to just get it over and done with, but then you had texted back. And Matty had grown enthralled.

You’d spent that entire first night messaging back and forth. And then the night after that, and the one after that, and so on. 

Days had rapidly turned to weeks, and weeks into months. And before either of you had even realised it, the big day had finally arrived.

And honestly? Matty had been fucking bricking himself.

That morning especially, but also the entire week prior, too.

Just ask Ross and George- he’d been an utter mess. 

Such a fucking nutcase in fact that George had actually blocked his number and flat out refused to answer his front door. 

Ross had been a true friend in his time of need though, but mainly because he’d just been pleased to have someone to shit all over and rip to bits. He was a vindictive little fucker at the best of times, and supposedly found immense pleasure in Matty’s obvious suffering.

So yeah, he’d been anxious about it alright, more than just that to be honest, but surprisingly he hadn’t been able find an actual word to describe what he’d truly been feeling.

Even thinking back to it now had his stomach all tied up in knots.

It was almost a little dizzying to see the complete turn around he’d made of it since then, even with everything that had occurred that evening. Because it was him we were talking about here, and so of course he’d been the first to cock things up.

Still, it had all worked out in the end. Hadn’t it? 

And here he now was, sat on this arse-aching chair, being asked a question all about you.

“The pictures, Matty! We’re all dying to know more. Twitter is, quite literally, imploding!”

Ah, the pictures…

Pap shots, more like. Fucking pricks the lot of them.

But they were all out there now. For everyone to see. And they’d only doubled in recent weeks after the news of baby Hann had broken and that dildo had gone into hiding. They all wanted to know about her, about the girl who’d been a complete constant in his life. The girl he’d been orbiting like the fucking sun.

And perhaps if it hadn’t been him they were all gossiping about, he might’ve wanted to know a bit more about it all too, because it was just human nature, he figured. To want- even after the most insignificant things. It was just something everybody appeared to find oddly intriguing.

So he could understand it, see?

At least from a fan’s perspective he could- the media too, if he was being technical. But it honestly had begun to grate on him a little. He hadn’t wanted to hide you away from this part of his life, it wasn’t like that at all in actuality. He’d just wanted you to himself for a little bit longer. To ignore the rest of the world so that he could learn everything there was to know about you.

But shit happened and life never gave you exactly what you were after, did it? Not in the ways you expected, at least.

“Come on, you can tell us…” James then goaded- or had it been Jack? Matty frowned. Either way, he wasn’t too attached.

“Yeah, I could, mate. But question is, do I really want to?” Matty countered, forefinger pressed against the corner of his mouth whilst he smirked unashamedly at the reporter.

The guy, bless him, really did seem to be trying. He wanted his big break, Matty could tell, and a story like this could probably get him just that. 

But. 

Matty was an insufferable twat at the best of times, and he wasn’t one to turn down a game of fun. Especially not after the rollercoaster of a day he’d had.

“I think it’d be good, for you, for your fans, to let everyone in on the big secret, don't you?” Jim- yeah, that’s what he was going with- encouraged him, and Matty had to struggle not to roll his eyes. “So who is she? This girl you’ve been spotted with.”

“Don’t know about you, but I talk to a lot of women on the daily. Get pictured with a fair few too, hard to keep track, you know?”

Jim’s smile tightened and Matty felt his own fall into something a bit more genuine. Ah, he was going to enjoy this.

“Come on, Matty.” And fuck did he hate the way Jim said his name. There were two fucking t’s in there, for Christ’s sake. But this tit of a saucepan kept making it sound as though it had been shortened from Madeleine or some sort. 

‘Maddy. Maddy.’ What was he, an eighty year old woman?

“We’re all friends here! Your fanbase have been making a few fair assumptions, some even recognising her.”

Matty’s brow quirked at that. “Oh, yeah? Fill me in then, Jimbo.”

The interviewer’s forehead wrinkled in slight confusion at the name he'd been dubbed, before he hastily continued on, believing himself to be finally getting somewhere.

“Well, she just keeps popping up everywhere! We’ve seen her out with you, in London, and New York, here in LA. People are beginning to suspect that she’s the one we’ve all been hearing in the background of your Instagram stories, and on your lives.” Jim explained, and he was a very gesticulative man, Matty noted. 

He was almost a little fearful that he was about to get slapped in the face by one of his wayward hands.

“And most of all, I’ve discovered that quite a lot of your band’s fans make quite the detectives. They’ve all rallied and decided that you met this mystery girl at Adam, the bands guitarist’s wedding earlier this year.”

“How’ve they deducted this then?” Matty found himself asking, a tad invested now.

Jim seemed to beam at him then and Matty found himself regretting this whole thing. Fuck Jamie, and fuck the guys. Why was it always him doing these shitty fucking interviews whilst everyone else got to sit at home on their arses?

He had a thousand other things he could’ve been doing in that very moment- most of them included you.

“I’m actually glad you asked.” Jim barrelled on, and Matty had almost forgotten he was there, too caught up in his own head. “On one of the announcement posts referring to your band’s newest edition, expected early next year, there was a user who had commented.”

Ah. How sagacious.

Matty was almost a little disappointed with that final deduction though- he’d expected more. Like a super secret stakeout. Or one of their fans behind bars after having hacked into the Secret Intelligence database, or fuck knows, Scotland Yard even. But nah, you’d only just gone and left a sodding comment on your sister’s baby post.

“Reckon there was a half a million comments there, mate.” Matty drawled, clucking his tongue ever so slightly. “Like, I was honestly hoping to get some lawyers involved here, break someone out of prison, or at the very least hear a more promising tale. I mean, a comment. Really?”

Good old Jim just seemed to find his reply hilarious though, and appeared rather thrilled that he’d finally managed to wrangle more than a few syllables out of him.

“I’m sure you have more than enough excitement going on in your life!” Jim conducted, chuckling away to himself. Matty forced a sarky sort of smile. “So can you either confirm, or deny, that the woman you’ve been spotted with, as of recent, is a bandmate’s sister?”

Matty stopped short, then gave a boisterous laugh. One knee jilting up off the floor slightly as he threw his head back against the back of the chair to just cackle at the bloke. He had to shake his head at it all, in disbelief. “Fuck man, how have you bolloxed that up so bad?”

Interviewer Jim just seemed to frown at him though, torn between obvious confusion and some of the amusement he still felt. He did his best to regroup though.

“What? Are you claiming the rumours to be false then?”

“Oh, I think the boys who have siblings would know better than to let me near any of them.” Matty retorted, still grinning away. “But I’ll leave it up to everyone else, and their incredible skills of deduction, to work it all out.”

Matty glanced away then pointed towards the small crew that had gathered and the camera that’d been set up.

“Suppose we're all done here then?”

Jim blinked at him, jaw swinging.

“Um.” He tried, but Matty was already up, out of his seat and throwing on his jacket. 

He stuck a hand out towards the man as he slipped a pair of dark shades over his eyes, because he could play at being polite. “Cheers for this, mate. Hope everything goes well.”

And then he was gone, having weaved his way through the building's hallways and slipped out through the first side door he'd found. His phone was already in hand by the time he felt the sun beaming down on him and he started smirking to himself as he typed out a text. 

Today 11:59

Georgie: 

World thinks I’m shagging your sister, mate.

Matty couldn’t help his grin, and was quick to drop out of his messages so that he could do exactly what he’d been hoping to do ever since his morning had begun.

His smile was a whole lot more fond when your face popped onto the screen, rubbing at your eyes with a pillowy pout.

“What?”

Matty snorted out an unjustly laugh at the love-filled greeting he'd received whilst he shook his head at you, mindful of the busy street he was crossing.

“What do you mean, what? Why are you asleep, it’s like 8pm your time.”

His chest fucking warmed at the sight of you wrinkling your nose unhappily at him, obviously not too pleased with having been awoken.

“Your point?” You fired back, sighing as you reluctantly sat up in bed, all the way back home in dreary London.

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna kick yourself later when you can’t sleep tonight.” Matty mentioned, pausing on a street corner just outside of a trendy little cafe so that he could light a fag. Not caring about the few upturned noses he received in response from passersby and the avant-garde try hards settled on tables outside. LA, man.

“Then that’s my business, isn’t it?” You piped up, drawing his attention back down to his phone.

You’d since tied your hair up into a messy style of bun he typically loved to play with when you were cuddled up together, and sort of let the duvet pool around your hips.

“Besides, it was just a nap- you know how sleepy I get when I have to deal with Y/s/n all day. She’s been on a rampage this week, I swear, so just be happy you’ve not had to deal with any of it. I mean, really, there’s no fucking difference between Fine Dream and Frosted Cream! It’s all just paint to me!”

Matty couldn’t hide his lopsided smile as he listened to you continue your ramble. It had quickly become the most favoured part of his day, whether you were wrapped around one another back at his, or a couple hundred miles apart.

The couple hundred miles though, they had started to grow harder and harder, seeing as he was currently out in LA, whilst you were busy with life and things at home.

Still, he’d be back with you this time tomorrow morning- unbeknownst to you of course. Because he’d planned it to be something of a surprise. He’d been gone three long weeks and knew that the separation had been difficult on you both, seeing as the pair of you had spent practically every day since Hann’s wedding under one another’s feet.

“Anyway,” You sighed, regaining his attention, and Matty watched as you puttered about the kitchen, more than likely preparing yourself a cup of tea. “How did the interview go? Was it that radio thing you were excited for, or was that something else?”

Matty shook his head at the screen, stumping out his cigarette on the brick wall beside him. 

“That’s next week. All of us will be doing it though, so I’m looking forward to it.” He informed you, blowing out the last remaining tendrils of smoke. “But God, you wouldn’t believe this bloke I just met, reckon he could’ve bored me to death with his questions. Same fucking thing, over and over again, I swear. LA used to be so thrilling, but now, it’s all gotten so- I don’t know… Just feels really superficial. Want to be back home.”

“Missing this English weather, are you?”

And he could see the small smile pulling at your lips. Apparently, it had snowed in the time he’d been gone, and because the world just loved to spite him, that meant he’d missed seeing you in it. But he’d witnessed your reaction at the very least, and it had been incredibly endearing to watch you get all excited, even over a Facetime call. Because you’re face had honestly said it all, eyes wide and so fucking alive. It definitely could’ve rivalled any little kid’s.

“Hm,” Matty hummed, tilting his phone so that the Californian sun didn’t cause a glare. “Reckon it might have more to do with me missing a certain someone, to be fair.”

“That so?” You quipped, looking right at him, “Has Ross finally caved and messaged you then? Needy, that one- I'd be careful. You’ve only been apart a couple days. But me? I’ve not had you in three weeks.”

“And it’s been a terrible loss, we’ll have to remedy it once I’m home." Matty said with an assured nod, "Figure I’ll have you in the hallway first.”

Your loud laughter bubbled up through the phone’s speaker and Matty let his eyes slip close in turn, revelling in the sound for a brief second.

“Careful there, Matthew. Never know who could be listening.” You replied with a smirk of your own whilst you stirred milk into a large mug- one Matty immediately recognised as one of his own. The thief. “Besides, I’ll be picking you up from the airport so you’ll have to make do with the backseat of my car.”

He grinned full out upon hearing that, chuckling to himself as he shook his head, deciding to carry on the teasing. “Christ, if anyone's needy, it's you. But I reckon I can deal with that. Just as long as you don’t give yourself a concussion this time ‘round.”

You gasped, shocked. “It wasn’t a concussion, you twat! And you’re the one with the fucking jackrabbit hips! If anyone was at fault, it’s you.”

“Oh, come off it. You love being on top.”

With a roll of your eyes, you sipped carefully at your steaming drink then pointedly shrugged. “Still carried on though, didn’t I? Without any complaints, I might add.”

Matty snorted lightly. “Indeed you did, baby.”

The ring of a doorbell sounded then and he watched as your head turned in its direction, only to then huff.

“That’ll be Jamie. Forgot he was coming over after work tonight.” You told him as you put the mug down and picked up your phone to putter over towards the door.

Matty heard it being opened, as well as the usual greetings often shared between your cousin and you, before a pair of great big eyes were suddenly boring into the screen, startling him slightly, only to then be followed by a matching grin and loud laugh.

“Alright, Healy, the Yanks treating you alright?” Jamie acosted, clearly having stolen your phone from you whilst your defences had been down. He could just make out you rolling your eyes in the background whilst your cousin made himself comfortable in your flat. “Enjoying the sun, eh?”

Either he’d been in LA too long, or he just hadn’t heard Jamie speak in a while, his northern accent sounded so prominent down the phone.

“Always do, Jim.” Matty said, smiling at the bloke who’d splayed himself out across your living room sofa. He withheld the humour he found in his inner musings when he recalled the earlier Jim, to ask after Jamie’s missus, Kate.

Jamie told him that she was doing good, busy with work, but enjoying it all the same. He also mentioned that they were actually thinking about moving in together too, which Matty found surprising but was all for, having been witness to the couple and their love for one another over the last couple of months. They were proper great together, anyone could see it.

And since his and Jamie's big bust up- something Matty had deemed it, even though it had been anything but- during your sister and Hann’s wedding, the two of them had sort of bonded. 

Don’t get him wrong, it had been tense and they’d started out on an awkward-footing, seeing as Jamie was practically more your brother than cousin, as well as the defensive type, but they’d gotten there in the end.

Matty had quickly learned that if he wanted to be with you, then he’d have to get used to Jamie always hanging about too. The pair of you were somewhat of an odd duo. But he found you both entertaining all the same.

“Alright, can I have my boyfriend back now?” Echoed your voice from somewhere off to the side, and then there was a bit of a scuffle before your accomplished grin flashed across his screen. “Hi.” You greeted, somewhat out of breath. Matty merely quirked a brow.

“You alright there, darling?”

“Oh, yeah. Brilliant, thanks.” You panted faintly, waving him off casually before you moved to raise the phone above your head. 

Matty full out cackled then at the sight you’d gifted him, because of course you’d be the one to somehow manage to get the upper hand over your giant of a cousin, only to then sit proudly on his back whilst his face pressed into the cold wooden floor. 

“Fucking class!” Matty laughed and he could actually feel the skin around his eyes tightening at just how hard he was smiling. “Comfy there, Jim?” He couldn’t help but taunt, smiling as the man's reddened face came into view.

“Grand, mate. Cheers.” Jamie huffed in retort, lifting an arm vaguely in the direction of the camera to give him a thumbs up. 

Matty shook his head as the duo continued to bicker, comforted by the fact that it was only hours before he got to see you again, properly this time. 

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Writing Fine Line: Falling

A/N: Sorry that it's been forever since I updated with a new chapter but it's finally here! Also, please listen to this cover before or after reading! It's part of the story 😉

SUMMARY: YN and Harry have known each other since 2010 when they were put in a band together called One Direction. Since the band split up, YN and Harry have kept in close contact, may or may not have grown deeper feelings for one another and have continued to help each other create music. After having helped Harry with HS1, he has invited YN back again to Malibu to help make Fine Line. This was how Falling was made. (4.2K)

GENRE: harry x 1dbandmember!reader, friends to lovers, slow burn, 

WARNING: angsty, toxic relationship traits

side note: italicized is voice over commentary (I wrote this kind of like the Behind the Album documentary)

MASTERLIST Previous Song Here! ☎

If you asked what was one of YN’s favorite things about California, she’d say the heat. The weather always seems warm enough that even in the early hours of the morning it’s the perfect temperature for a swim. The sun is barely peeking its way through the clouds, stretching itself to come up to spread itself over the beach. 

When she resurfaces the water again, she welcomes the lack of waves. It’s quiet, serene. It’s a nice change from the constant noise of her thoughts running into each other at full speed. The sky's a soft orange and if she didn’t know any better, she’d think she was in a painting. One thing that YN will always admire and never get tired of is watching the sun rise. No matter what part of the world she's in, if there's a chance to wake up with the sun, she's all for it. 

It’s no secret that Harry likes to compare her to the sun: how she’s too bright for him, how she’s undeniably golden, lighting up his world and all that. For a long time, she never understood it. He’s full of flattery and she doesn’t recount a single day of knowing him that she wasn’t given a compliment from him in some way, shape or form.

You’re lucky you’re cute, lovie.

Oh, now what could I have possibly done to deserve that beautiful smile?

You look absolutely stunning. Y’blinding me, really.

It isn’t until now that she can see the similarities. Sure the sun’s golden and beautiful, but it's also a big ball of hot air. At first glance, someone can appear breath-taking, but when you take a deeper look, it’s a deception and full of exaggerated nonsense. 

After finishing up To Be So Lonely and with the added weight of Mitch’s word from the night before, sleep has gone out the window with a promise of no return. So after tossing and turning in her bed for a few hours, she finally gave into the fact that it was no use.

How can she relax, let alone fall asleep when she’s thinking about him? Worrying her head off about her feelings towards him. Wondering how he could sleeping right now. That he's probably peacefully in dreamland because he doesn't care. How she’s finally pushed him far away enough to keep his distance from her.

So to help clear her thoughts, before anyone else in the house even thinks about the day starting, she sought out to the salty waters of Southern California. 

...

YN finds herself sitting at the old piano in the rooms she’s been staying at in the Malibu home. It’s one of the bedrooms that has tall glass doors that lead directly towards the backyard-private beach area. She has them open constantly. It helps when she’s writing or needs a moment of fresh air.

She absentmindedly plays the piano, her fingers press down on the keys diligently as she tries to find a melody. She looks out into the space in front of her with a tilt of her head as she tries to get her thoughts together. It’s not long until her hands find one, repeating it over and over again until her hands linger for a moment, slowing down.

I'm on my bed, and you're not here.

She thinks back to that night at her house last week, not being able to sleep after sharing a quick kiss.

And there's no one to blame 

But the drink in your wandering hands. 

His bloodshot eyes and hiccups. It’s hard to distinguish if they were from him being drunk or from him crying in her arms.

Forget what I said

It's not what I meant

Please call me your baby again.

And I can't take it back

You can't unpack the baggage I left.

The two have such a long history already filled with confused, untimely emotions that how can she even think to unload her own history onto him?

What am I now? What am I now?

What if I'm someone I don't want around?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling

YN trails off, mindlessly pressing down the keys to the same melody. Isn't it the same with them? The same melody over and over again. Together, then not, then together again. An endless cycle of love and what ifs.

"That sounds beautiful."

YN sucks in a harsh breath, her hands immediately coming to her chest. “Bloody h—”

Harry playfully puts up his hands in defense. "Sorry, petal. Didn't mean to scare yeh."

“S’alright.” YN leans over and taps her phone screen to end her voice memo recording and lets the room grow quiet. The past two days have been off for the both of them. Ever since he wrote To Be So Lonely, the two have been unconsciously putting more and more space between them. After the haze of staying up so late to finish the song had worn off, it has now occurred to them what was written.

It isn’t she finally looks from her lap to her best friends that she notices that his hair is wet, clinging to his forehead and his torso is bare.

“You’re in a towel.” She mutters out dumbly.

“Yeah, just had a shower. Went out for a swim earlier.”

“I did, too.” She says, unconsciously twisting one of the rings of her fingers. “S’nice outside.”

“It is, yeah.” 

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. The awkward silence is suffocating the both of them, each mentally reaching for their necks to find some relief for this new, unwelcomed feeling.

Have they learned nothing? That these silences are overrated and clique and utterly not them.

“What was that?” Harry breaks the silence, carding a hand through his wet hair.

“What was what?”

Harry wordlessly nods over to the piano. A wave of panic washes over her. Did he hear what she was singing? Of course he would, she’s playing a piano in a relatively quiet house in the middle of the afternoon. 

“Just messing around s’all.” There’s a twinge in the back of his neck in knowing that she’s kept her answer short and to the point.

Shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, he breathes out a, “Well I should eh, I should go get dressed.”

She just gives him a curt nod, not saying anything more as she sees him round the corner. She doesn’t turn back to face the piano and continues to write right away like she thought she would. Instead she just stares at the doorway he just walked through.

What happened to them? When did they ever run out of things to say? She's lost count of the times where they've stayed up to the late hours of the night—whether it be over call, text, facetime, or laying next to one another—literally talking about everything and anything they could possibly think of.

She misses the boy she met when she was 16, when things were relatively simple in the band, before ever pursuing each other. There was a sense of comfortability not being able to explore each other in their earlier years of knowing each other. The forced separation their management had on them made it easy to put the blame of their confused, suppressed feeling onto someone else.

But now there’s no one else to blame. They’re adults trying to navigate life with only themselves to cling onto. 

 Who was she without him in her life? Who was she? She doesn't even recognize herself anymore.

She can point the finger at Harry for not fighting hard enough for them to stay together, for his fear of commitment and bailing when things start to get too serious. For not sitting down at talking to her about where their relationship is headed. But she might as well look in a mirror and point the finger right back to herself.

Despite their flaws in their contributions to their romantic relationship, she can't help her heart straining, stretching and pulling every which way to be with him again.

She feels betrayed by her body as her vision begins to go blurry as the tears build up in her eyes. 

Even though there's no one else in the room, she's embarrassed to be seen this way and hides her face in her hands. Her shoulders shaking with a pathetic, muffled sob escaping past her lips.

Harry’s heart breaks into a million pieces right then and there as he leans back against the wall in the hallway. He wants to go in there, pull her into his arms and whisper in her ear that everything will be okay. But how can he say that when he doesn't even know that himself? 

“I had started to feel myself becoming someone I didn’t want to be, and that was really hard.” YN looks down at her lap and starts to fidget with her rings. She looks up for a bit to quickly blink back a few tears. “I was quite frightened as I started to think about how differently my life would be without certain people, without music or being with someone. And when I took those aspects away, I didn’t really know who I was...Sorry.” YN lets out a breathy chuckle as she wipes away a rogue tear rolling down her cheek. 

“Um, I guess this is my current ‘pathetic’ song in that it’s me kind of questioning myself of who I am without this person and just feeling...uncharacteristically desperate? Ugh, gross.” YN visually shudders her shoulders like a chill ran down her spine and chuckles in hopes to make light of her situation.

After spending the rest of the day in the studio recording and finishing up final details on To Be So Lonely, YN finds herself in one of the hammocks in the backyard that looks out to the ocean. She welcomes the silence again, focusing on the salty smell and breeze from the water.

Every now and then she’ll take sips of her tea in her favorite mug that she brought from home. It’s one Harry made when he took her to a little pottery shop where you can make your own mugs a couple years back. They wanted to make one themselves without the other looking and trade them at the end.

While she was determined to make the tallest and widest mug she could make (her edges and handle came out all wonky but he loved it all the same) her jaw was literally on the floor at his pink (and perfect) heart shaped mug.

It became her go-to mug for all of her hot beverages and she can’t shake off the comfort it brings her. So much so that she wakes up wondering where the sun went. The soft yellow lights in the backyard are on and when she rubs the sleep from her eyes, she notices the empty mug hugged close to her chest.

She walks into the kitchen and finds the production team all huddled around the kitchen island table.

“Woman of the hour!” Jeff smiles, making all the men join in the commotion. YN lets out a wolf whistle at how the men are dressed for a night out on the town.

“Don’t you all look tasty. What’s the occasion?” YN says as she puts her mug in the dishwasher. She almost feels guilty for being so underdressed standing next to them in a simple pair of high-waisted jean shorts, a white tank top and matching cardigan.

“We were thinking about going to check out a bar that Kid’s been telling us about." Tyler nods to the other producer. "Join us?”

It isn't until now that she notices a tall bottle of alcohol in the center of the table, a shot glass in everyone's hands as they pregame for the night. It's hard not to notice that her person isn't there. It's unlike him to not be amongst the group on a night like this. He's usually the one to be the talk of the group, refilling everyone's drink and easing the atmosphere like no one else can.

"Where's H?" 

There’s a beat of silence among the group, giving each other subtle glances which only makes YN raise an eyebrow. 

"Still in the studio.” Jeff reluctantly lets out. "He hasn't left in a while.” 

When Kid sees the way her shoulders tense up, he lets out a chuckle and adds, “He’s one of the hardest working artists I’ve ever worked with, I’ll tell you that. Such a perfectionist.”

YN doesn't suggest coaxing him out of the studio room or to just leave him be. Instead, she gives them her best soft smile—she's grateful for some things from her media training—and shakes her head.

“Y’guys go ahead. Think m’going to head off to bed now. Enjoy the night, yeah?” 

She internally lets out a sigh of relief as the men nod, not seeming to find anything suspicious, before giving her a hug. They all wish her a good night before filing out the door.

"Doesn't seem like he wants company right now." Mitch whispers when his arms are around her. 

"I didn't say anything about going to see him." YN defends herself but she knows she's caught when he lets out a deep sigh, not in frustration but in knowing her better.

"Y'so stubborn.” When he pulls back, his next words ring through her mind even after he’s gone out the door. 

“But we all know that if anyone is to get him, it’s you."

Walking into the kitchen, she fixes him a plate of the watermelon they cut yesterday without a second thought, knowing he must have not eaten since the morning. She doesn't know why she feels so nervous going to see him. He's her best friend and they’re just going through a rough patch. A confused, frayed patch over an even more confusing relationship.

She finds Harry in the recording room slouched over the piano, pressing down the keys with a furrow of his eyebrows. When she walks in a bit closer, she hears the familiar melody she came up with earlier today.

“Wha’re doing?” 

Harry looks up a little startled, too enraptured by the music he didn’t even notice she came to stand in front of the piano. 

He rubs a hand over his face, scratching the stubble on his jaw before sighing as he tries to think of something, anything to say other than the pathetic truth.

“Erm, just messing around. Trying some stuff out. S’nothing.”

“Nothing, huh?” YN sets down the plate on top of the piano. He slides over a bit to make room for her as she plops down the bench with him. As much as he tries to resist, he can’t take his eyes off of her profile. 

He watches the cream cardigan slip from her shoulder and catches a glimpse at the hummingbird tattoo on her shoulder blade. When she got it, she told him, “It's supposed to serve as a reminder to enjoy the simple pleasures in life and all tha’...Guess I did a shitty job at the placement because how the fook am I supposed to remember if I can’t see it.”

She shrugs her shoulders, matching his sigh. “Guess m’just gonna have to sue you for copyright then.”

Harry lets out a small chuckle, her voice unknowingly smoothing out the pinch and strain from his back. He tries not to focus too much on how their thighs are pressed together, taking everything in him not to reach out and take the hand in her lap to thread it with his. So he keep his occupied by grabbing a cube of fruit she brought him.

“What I hadn’t really experienced before during the making of this record,” Harry moves his hand out in front of him as he speaks, the infamous crease between his eyebrows makes its inevitable appearance. “The times when I felt good and happy were the happiest I’ve ever felt in my life. And the times when I felt sad were the lowest that I’ve ever felt in my life.

“S’just, your song kind of stuck with me earlier. Couldn’t get the melody out of my head.”

She tries not to show the panic rising in her face again. She instead looks down as her index finger presses down random keys in front of her. “Oh?”

“Yeah, I um, I hope you don’t mind but I kind of wrote a verse of my own.” Harry rubs the underside of this nose before lazily pointing to the lineless pieces of paper sitting at the little ledge above the keys, his scribbled out writing scattered all along the page. "Didn't get very far cause I'm shit at piano."

She smiles at his nervous chuckle. All day he's been missing his smile, the ones where his dimples dig into his cheeks and she gets to see his two front teeth bite down on his bottom lip.

YN wrings her hands out before placing them on the keys. It’s not long before the familiar melody sounds throughout the room. She keeps her eyes on her hands when she sings her lyrics, too nervous and hyper-aware that he’s burning holes at the side of her head.

She doesn’t dare breathe in his direction when she vents through her music. Other than being physically wrapped up in one another in the bedroom, this is her being her most intimate self. How can she look him in the eyes while she sings about his drinking incident earlier in the year? About what their most recent shared kiss did to her? About how much she wants him back?

What am I now? What am I now?

What if I'm someone I don't want around?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling

Keeping her eyes on the keys in front of her, she takes in a shaky breath before continuing. 

Are you falling out of love with me?

I'm afraid to ask what do you mean

I'm falling into you

I'm falling into you

Harry takes over as she continues to play, “You said you cared.”

“And I still care,” She echoes, finding the strength to look to her love.

“And you missed me too.” 

“I miss you,” She sighs and he watches his love’s eyes turn glossy.

“And I'm well aware I write too many songs about you,” YN finds it in her to let out a small, breathy laugh at his words. A small, sad smile softly tugs on the corners of his lips as well.

And the coffees out 

At the Beachwood Cafe

And it kills me cause I know we’ve run out of things could say

As they sing the chorus together, she’s finding that her feelings aren’t one sided, the good and the bad. It seems dumb to her now to think that he hadn't picked up on their lack of comfortable conversation or physical platonic touches. 

That he shares her same fears.

And I get the feeling that you’ll never need me again

They repeat the chorus together and there’s that familiar sense of having each other close again that just makes everything feel like it’s going to be okay again.

YN fingers slow down as she lets the last notes linger making the song come to its end. Their eyes flick back and forth from one another’s, eventually falling to their lips. They're close enough to feel their breath on one another’s skin and it makes them both dizzy, intoxicated, and overwhelmed. 

"I can't." Harry sees the way the tears escape her eyes, her nose and cheeks pink, and eyebrows utterly distraught. “I...I have to leave.”

In a blink of an eye, YN is up and out of her seat, making her way out of the recording room.

It takes a second for him to snap himself out of his thoughts and realize what she's doing. His panic and confusion rises up even further when he follows her down the hall and sees her grabbing her purse, the jingle of her keys in hand makes a chill run down his spine.

He tries to think of something, anything to get her from leaving. The words get stuck in his throat, mentally screaming himself to do something. He doesn’t think when he quickly puts himself between her and the door. “YN, please—”

“What do you want from me?” Her eyes search his with a fury behind them, her chest rising up and down at a fast pace. He has to admit that the volume in her voice made him shudder a bit. He understands why she would, all of this pent up frustration and whiplash was all going to inevitably lead to this.

“If I could take it back, I would.” Harry thinks that there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do to take away her pain, their shared hurt and confusion. His drunken mistakes, ever making her less than what she's worth. For ever making the tears escape her eyes.

“No, you wouldn’t.” YN snaps back. “Then you wouldn’t have a song to write about then, huh? To put on your album.” 

Harry takes a step back like she pushed him. “That’s real low."

“Is it? So y’going to tell me that not every single song that we’ve made so far hasn’t been about me? Like we didn’t just sing yet another song about us?” He doesn’t say anything, he can’t because he knows she’s right.  “How is this any different from Jamaica? 

“It's not. I knew I loved you then and—"

"And now?" She interrupts him, her eyes wide and searching for the answer she hopes for.

"And now...I..." I still love you, now more than ever before. "It’s complicated."

At least that’s one thing that’s been consistent throughout their relationship together, romantic or otherwise.

“Yeah, it is inn’t.” YN says, nodding her head and pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek in hopes to sustain any more tears yet failing to keep them from spilling out. “Y’know what? S’fine.” 

She lifts her hands beside her head like she’s surrendering herself from the conversation. When she drops her hands to her side with a soft pat, he almost finds relief that they don’t have to argue anymore.

Almost. 

“I quit.”

And that has his heart dropping right down to the bottom of his stomach.

“Quit? W-what do you mean quit?”

“I can’t work for you. I can’t do this with you anymore, Harry. I really thought I could. I thought I could keep whatever’s between us professional but I was only kidding m’self."

"Please, please don’t go. I-I can't be alone—"

"Don't. Harry, do you not realize how suffocating this is?” YN waves her hands between them. “It-it feels like m’drowning. I can't keep going in this endless circle with you. First you want to be with me, but you get scared and pull yourself from the relationship. You say you’re my best friend but you treat me like we’re more. You have me sitting in that damn studio and listening to you sing songs about how much you adore me. S’like you’re taking advantage of me.”

“Don’t turn this all round on me!” She’s seen him angry a couple of times in the history of knowing him, but never has he ever been this cross with her, never has he raised his voice this loud at her. "You know damn well you do the exact same thing to me! Just admit it, you can't be without me just as I can't be without you."

"I, it's..." 

"Complicated?" She knows he's right, but it's times like now where she doesn't see how much in common the two have. Her massive ego doesn't want to agree with him but she has to...but not without her stubborn little attitude.

“Fine! You’re right, Harry. It is complicated, are you happy now? We’re fine, we’ll be alright. Just move.” YN makes headway towards the front door again since he’s moved out of her way. As she’s about to have her hand on the handle when he speaks up again.

“Yeah, we always are.” His tone is steady and low, almost calm but she knows he's anything but. It's dismissive and passive aggressive and it gets right under her skin.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

 “Don’t leave.” Harry finally huffs out. “Talk to me, yell at me. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.” He decides to push her further. Her silence is more deafening than her yelling and it’s eating him alive. "I know you still care about me. And that, and that you miss me. And maybe...you still have deeper feelings for me.” His voice almost goes into a whisper at the last part.

She wants to tell him a million things, but her head-strong self is nowhere to be found. She’s truly weak for him, truly a fool for the man in front of her.

When he’s met with her silence, he can't help but let out a dry laugh, raking his fingers through his hair. "You know I'll give you anything, do anything at the drop of a hat when you ask but, man, I can't stand you sometimes either."

"I shouldn't have come here." YN says so quietly that he might have missed it if he wasn't listening carefully.

"Yeah. Maybe you shouldn't have."

YN looks up at him with the most hurt expression he’s ever seen on her, clearly not expecting him to agree. She doesn't say anything more. 

She quickly and harshly wipes her wet checks before turning around and swinging the door open. The sound of the door slamming shut makes Harry jump and crumb every ounce of his self being. The weight of her leaving is heavy, crushing, that it has him falling to his knees and pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes.

Next song here! 🎺

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Fangirl 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Corroded Coffin has an album release party.

Word Count: 3061

A/N: Listen I know Dave Grohl wasn’t the og drummer for Nirvana but I love him so he is in this fic okay? Okay.

Part One

Eddie Masterlist

It’s been three months since you and Eddie met and since then the two of you have gotten extremely close. He takes you to every show they have and you sit in for most practices.The rest of the guys were completely psyched to meet you, especially when you knew all of their names from being a fan, normally the fans they meet only remember Eddie's. You spend a lot of your free time together too even if that’s you reading and Eddie playing his guitar to learn a new song or create a new one. When he graduated last month you were the loudest person in the auditorium causing a scene for him because everyone needs to know how proud of him you are, Wayne really appreciated that.

Dustin has become such a nuisance since finding out how much time you spend together. He refuses to leave either one of you alone about when you’re going to get together, making teasing remarks when you’re all together hanging out and straight up asking you about it when it’s just you and him. You know he’s doing the same thing to Eddie, you laugh about it together in private, the two of you secretly wishing his teasing would come true. Because even though that first day the two of you met he said taking you to the concert the next day was a date, neither of you had actually acted like it was.

And since you gave Eddie the suggestion to put posters up around colleges for Corroded Coffin shows and have them places that minors could go, the band has gained a decent amount of traction. They have a bunch of fans now and after being asked by multiple people they started selling merch again. Eddie always makes sure that you get first dibs on each new piece they come out with since you’re his biggest fan. They’ve even gotten signed by a small record label and have an album coming out tomorrow.

You stand from your crouched position in front of your movies as a knock sounds on your door. You’re shocked when you see Nancy and Robin on the other side. The only person you were expecting today was Eddie.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“We’re picking your clothes for the release party tomorrow because your fashion sense is shit.” Robin brushes past you leading the way to your room while Nancy speaks. They had decided that they had enough of the two of you dancing around your feelings for the other and that they’d finally get a plan together. Step one was to make sure you looked hot at the release party of Corroded Coffins album.

“What? My fashion sense isn’t that bad.” Nancy and Robin look at you clad in sweatpants and a shirt that you obviously stole from Eddie before sharing a look with each other. 

“Okay fine so it’s not shit, that may have been too harsh Nance.” Robin quickly says to appease you and sends Nancy a look to tell her to play along. She then moves to your closet while you sit on the edge of your bed. “What are you planning on wearing tomorrow Y/n/n?”

“Just a pair of jeans and my Kiss shirt. And probably a jacket.” You nod your head towards the clothes you left sitting out on the desk.

“Is it your cropped Kiss shirt at least?” Nancy starts rummaging through your dresser drawers, you just nod. “That’s something at least. Where are all of your skirts?”

“They’re all in here it seems.” Robin leans back from your closet to look at Nancy who moves to stand next to her.

“Are you guys gonna be here long? Eddie should be on his way soon. I guess you guys could stay for movie night too though if you wanted.”

“Eddie’s coming over?”

“Well yeah, it’s movie night.” It comes out like everyone should know that by now when really how would they if it’s always just you and Eddie.

“Right, how could we forget?” Robin nudges Nancy and you catch the look she sends her making you suspect that they might be up to something.

“What are you two scheming?”

“Nothing, we’ll be back before the party tomorrow to get you ready.” You follow them out of your room just as the front door opens.

“Pizza has arrived Sweetheart! Oh, hey guys what are you doing here? You staying for movie night because I’m not sure there’s enough pizza for four of us.”

“We were just leaving Eds. See you tomorrow Y/n!” They both rush out talking to each other leaving you and Eddie alone in your home while they head next door to talk to Dustin about step two.

“What was that about?” His face scrunches up in confusion for why his friends left in such a hurry.

“Something about dressing me for the party tomorrow. I think they’re plotting something.” You shrug, taking the box from him and heading into the living room. “Do you wanna pick the movies while I make some popcorn?”

“No!” Eddie’s quick to answer knowing the catastrophe that will ensue if you make popcorn. “Last time you made popcorn you burnt it so bad the kitchen smelled like it for a week. I’ll make it, you grab some movies. I’ll watch whatever you want.”

“Even if I pick Grease again?”

“Especially if you pick Grease again!” He yells from your kitchen causing you to laugh. The first time you picked it he had complained without having seen it before. But now on a rare occasion he’d pick it.

The two of you start the night with The Thing and The Goonies quoting the films as you eat and try to toss popcorn into each other's mouths. Once the pizza is gone and Eddie makes another bag of popcorn you finally put Grease in. And there in the middle of the night in your living room the two of you jump around singing along to it and acting out parts of the movie together.

Halfway through Clue, which you put on next, you fall asleep head resting on Eddie’s shoulder and he’s quick to follow you.

Robin and Nancy find the two of you curled up on the couch together the next morning the tv screen blue from the movie ending.

“Are you sure they’re not already together and just messing with us?” 

“I’m sure. They would definitely be all over each other on a normal basis if they were together.”

“Gross Nance.”

“What? It’s true. Now which one of us is gonna wake them up?” Robin sighs already knowing it’s gonna be her.

“Alright love birds! Rise and shine!” She stomps over to the couch and rips the blanket off of the two of you as loud as she can. The last thing she wants is to end up shoving you off the couch again. 

“Robin? What are you doing here?” Your voice is full of sleep and you rub at your eyes to help wake yourself up. Eddie’s arms around you tighten before loosening so he can sit up.

“What time is it?”

“It’s like close to nine, maybe eight forty. Don’t you have things you have to do with the band?”

“Shit, yeah I do.” He climbs off the couch careful not to disturb you too much and crouches in front of you smiling to himself at how you’re already trying to go back to sleep. “I’ll be back later to pick you up Sweetheart.” 

“Mm, see you then Eds.” He runs a hand through your hair, kisses the top of your head, and stands to go nodding to Robin and Nancy as he heads out.

“Thanks for the wake up call girls.”

“Y/n, come on you gotta get up. We have to find your outfit for tonight.”

“Okay you guys do that, I’ll sleep.” Robin and Nancy look at each other before grabbing your arms and pulling you up. “Come on guys it’s early can’t you just give me one more hour. If you don’t let me sleep I’ll be exhausted tonight.”

“Nope, we brought coffee. You can drink it once we’re in your room.” You groan at Nancy’s words but accept the fact that you won’t be sleeping anymore.

“Why are you guys here so early anyway? The party isn’t until seven.”

“Yeah well you need to drink this,” Robin hands you a cup of hot coffee as you sit on your bed, “and we need to meticulously pick out your clothes.”

“Right and then you need to shower and get dressed.”

“Then I’ll go get us some food or something. And after we eat Nance will do your hair and makeup.”

“I don’t see how that will take ten hours or why you guys are making such a big deal out of this. But fine go at it, find my clothes for tonight I’ll sit here with my coffee.”

By the time you’re done drinking it it’s been an hour and a half and they’re still arguing over what you should wear. There’s clothes on your floor in two piles, a maybe and a definitely not pile. Your two friends can’t seem to agree on anything for the life of them and you decide that you could probably sneak in a twenty minute nap. Just as your eyes close and you start to doze off Robin hits your foot to get your attention.

“What do you think Y/n, which outfit do you wanna wear?” Nancy and Robin are both holding up different clothing. Nancy a short black dress you had forgotten existed and Robin one of your tighter skirts and a blank tank top. “You’d wear a jean jacket with either fit.” 

You sigh and get up walking over to them. You grab your Kiss shirt you originally planned on wearing on the way over. Their faces drop as you walk past them to the closet where they still haven’t pulled out your favorite jean skirt.

“Here, does this work for you guys? The Kiss shirt is non negotiable, Eddie and I are supposed to be matching.”

“Maybe we were too quick to judge your fashion sense. Now go shower while we pick your shoes out.” Nancy shoves you out of the room before you can argue otherwise. 

Admittedly you start to doze off after the warm water starts to steam up your bathroom. It’s possible you took a five minute standing power nap. You had only gotten maybe five hours of sleep before they came over. You’d feel bad for Eddie for having to actually do stuff today but he’s used to not sleeping much. The only times he really does sleep is when he stays over your place or vice versa.

By the time you’re dressed and you’ve all eaten the takeout Robin went out to get it’s almost one. You’re definitely more awake than before thanks to the coffee Nancy keeps pumping into your system. You’re still arguing about how you don’t need them to do your hair or makeup though.

“Definitely sexy disheveled, I’ve been rocking out all day, hair.” Nancy hums in response to Robin as they discuss while you’re stuck in your desk chair.

“You want messy hair? You could’ve had me nap for like thirty minutes and then just run your fingers through it to fix it up a bit.”

“Nope, now stay still so I can do this.” Nancy teases and pulls at your hair for the next twenty minutes while Robin keeps you entertained by telling you about how Steve got gum stuck in his hair and when she offered to cut it out he threw a fit.

“Can we skip the make up? I’ve had enough of feeling like a doll for the two of you to play with today.” You hated when your mom did this to you growing up and you hate that your friends have been doing it all day. “Besides, don't you guys have to go get ready or help Steve with his hair or something?”

“She has a point Nance, I did tell Steve I’d help him once I was ready.”

“Alright, fine. We’ll see you later Y/n.”

“Yeah, bye guys thanks for your help.” You wave to them before shutting your front door. You lean your back against it and slide down sighing. Today has been such a long day already.

Dustin comes over a little after six since Eddie’s picking him up too. He finds you laying on the couch with a book when he walks through the door.

“Hey Dusty, how’s your day been?”

“Good, what about yours?” He sits next to you after you straighten up.

“It was alright.” You shrug. “Nancy and Robin were over playing dress up like all day.” Dustin cringes a little bit at your words, he told them not to do that part of the plan and that you’d hate it.

“Oh? Where are they now?”

“Probably getting ready, I kicked them out a few hours ago. How’d you sleep last night?”

“Good, I stayed up playing video games but then I slept in this morning. Why?”

“You’re in charge of keeping me awake tonight. Eddie and I were up really late last night and then they showed up so goddamn early, I barely got any sleep.” You’ve never been so jealous of your friend before.

“Why didn’t you nap after sending them home?”

“Nancy pumped me full of coffee but I’m sure I’ll crash halfway through the party.”

“Alright, you can count on me.” Dustin knows almost better than anyone how you need sleep to be able to function. He only had to be the one to wake you up for school till you graduated. 

“You wanna play a game or something?”

When Eddie enters your house he’s met with yours and Dustin's laughter and his smile gets bigger. 

“Dustin come on, you want a snack you gotta come get it.”

“I can’t get over there! Just toss me something.” Eddie pauses in the doorway of your dining room where Dustin’s standing on a chair in the corner and he can see your head peeking around the doorway to the kitchen. You gasp when you see him.

“Looks like a lava monster has appeared Dusty.” He knows you’re playing the floor is lava immediately. It’s something you and Dustin have played since you were kids and even though you’re older now Eddie still walks in on the two of you playing it a lot.

He starts to make gurgled groaning noises to play along and slowly starts to make his way to where you are. You let out a small scream when you see him coming closer to you and start moving on the kitchen counters to get to the other doorway.

“Too slow.” Eddie's deep grumbled voice greets your ears right before he grabs you and pulls you off of the counter.

“You moved too fast!” You laugh leaving your arms around his neck while resting your forehead against his chest.

“Are you guys ready to head out?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

During the beginning of the party you stay hanging around the boys and your friends but after having a couple drinks you’re quick to become friendly with one of the other bands that the record label invited. You had gone off to get another drink when you started getting close to their drummer. You stay by the bar and chat with him while Eddie stands against the wall with his arms crossed in his group pouting.

“You good man?” Steve asks as he notices the annoyed look on his friend's face as he stares at the two of you.

“They don’t even have that good of music.” He’s met the members of Nirvana a few times as Corroded Coffin went into the studio to make the album. They were still writing their first album.

“Initiate phase two.” Robin nudges Dustin as she overhears Eddie being jealous. He rolls his eyes but makes his way over to his friend regardless.

“They seem to be getting pretty close, I wonder if he’ll be her new boyfriend.” Eddie chokes on his drink at Dustin’s words.

“Boyfriend? No way, uh uh. She told me drummers aren’t her thing. No offense Gareth.”

“None taken man, she’s your girl.” His own drummer shrugs and goes back to talking to a fan.

“Hate to break it to you Eddie but I think anyone who can play an instrument is her type.”

“It doesn’t matter she’s my girl.” His friend's words had filled him with confidence because yeah you are his girl. He’s not about to let some nobody take that away from him.

“Does she know that?” Eddie gulps and watches as you laugh at something he said.

“I’ll be back Dustin.”

“Oh hey Eddie.” You greet your best friend as he stops beside you swinging an arm over your shoulder.

“Hey Sweetheart.” 

“This is Dave, he’s in a band.”

“We’ve met darlin’.” He squeezes you against him doing what he can to show the man in front of him that you’re his.

“Hey man, how’s it going?”

“Good, you care if I steal her away for a bit?”

“Go for it.” Eddie nods at him in thanks and pulls you towards a secluded part of the venue.

“What is it Eds?”

“Thought you didn’t like drummers Sweetheart?” He would’ve just asked you out if it weren’t for his nerves acting up. You understood what this was though from how possessive he just seemed to be.

“I do but I’m more into guitarists and lead singers with curly hairy and pretty brown eyes.” You smile up at him while stepping closer to him, holding onto his jacket.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmhm, in fact there’s a specific one I have my eye on. I think he’s gonna make it big.”

“You think so?” He leans his head down closer to you while his hands go to your waist to pull you closer.

“I know so.”

“Well I think if he makes it big he’ll be taking his number one fan with him.”

“He better.” And with that you reach up for his face to connect your lips.

“Mission successful.” Nancy and Robin high five as they watch the two of you come together.

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[cal-puddies]

Kiss Full of Color Makes me Wonder Where You've Always Been // Luke Hemmings

notes: So this was supposed to be another collab but as @kindahoping4forever mentioned, I was feeling it and Crystal didn't want to interrupt the flow. She did the graphic and is amazing so show her some love too! :) Anyway, we're here to continue our confirmed mind loss in the Luke Lane.

Warnings: Boyfriend!Luke coming in hot with first sex in an established relationship (like it's the first time they are sleeping together not like first time first time.) there is some dirty talk but it's not filthy, just sweet.

Word Count: 4290

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You grumble as you turn over once again, exhausted but unable to sleep. You open your eyes to peek at the clock and grumble again when you see how little time has passed since you last looked. This night feels endless.

Your eyes flicker over to the nightstand and you run through your mental catalog of toys in the drawer, wonder if there’s something in there that could maybe lull you to sleep with an orgasm. You sigh, knowing that’s been a dead end recently. It’s not what you really want.

Your mind naturally lands on the subject of your new boyfriend, Luke. You’ve been dating for a few months now but he’s been gone for most of it, writing a new album with his band. You’ve gotten to know each other quite well via texting and phone calls and you know enough to know you really like him but there’s still a sweet sense of hesitation when it comes to being physical. You’ve fooled around a bit, gotten each other off both in person and on the phone, but you haven’t had sex, haven’t even been naked together yet, which is why it feels a bit weird to be considering calling him at 2AM. In any other context, this would definitely be seen as a booty call.

You shrug, hoping he’ll understand your intentions are pure. You grab your phone and send off a “Hey.” Before you can even set it back down, your screen is lighting up in the dark: he’s calling. 

“I was literally just thinking about you,” he says warmly. “Didn’t think you’d still be awake.”

You grin because hearing his voice is actually quite nice. “Eh… having trouble sleeping. What are you up to?”

“Actually, I just got home… you wanna come over? I’m sure we could find something to wear you out.” 

You swear you can hear the dirty grin in his voice and you smile, letting your mind wander to the last encounter you had with him before he left town. His broad, shirtless frame hovering over you in a hot and heavy make out session, you sinking your teeth into his shoulder while the two of you ground your hips together, leading up to him going down on you and you reciprocating. It fueled your personal fantasies and your phone sex sessions for weeks afterward.

“It’s late,” you chuckle. Your words are protesting but your body is moving around your room, changing into denim shorts, putting on a bra and looking for a cute top. You weren’t necessarily trying to impress him but you also didn’t want him to think you were a slob. 

“But you’re not sleeping and neither am I�� plenty of room in this bed if you do get tired…” He lets his point hang there, almost like he knows you’re actually thinking it over. “It’s also late enough that traffic won’t be an issue and if you come here, we don’t have to worry about waking up your roommate.” 

“Seems like you’ve got an answer for everything… are you trying to take advantage of me?” You joke, already packing a bag to take with you. 

“I don't think I’d call it taking advantage… seem to remember you inviting yourself into my lap last time I saw you,” he jokes. “But if you truly just wanna come sleep in my bed, I’m fine with that too. I'd just like to see ya.” 

“Are you asking me to sleep over?”

“Uh… yeah, I guess I am. You coming?” 

“I’m already out the door, Hemmings.” 

“I guess I’ll see you soon. Drive safe.” 

Luke leans against the door frame, wearing a well worn shirt, holes displaying his skin, and loose basketball shorts. When you’re within arms reach, he grins and reaches for you, cupping your face to pull you in for a kiss. “Hi,” he murmurs, pulling you inside. 

“Hey,” you smile at him. He grabs your bag and takes it to his room while you kneel to pet Petunia. 

He pads back out to where you are. “Want wine or anything?” He asks. 

“Uh… sure, a glass could be nice,” you agree. He grabs your hand to lead you to the kitchen and you notice the house is mostly dark, save for a couple lamps emitting a soft glow. 

You watch him effortlessly reach for a couple glasses and he picks a bottle from the wine rack. He hands it to you: it’s red and definitely more expensive than anything you’d buy, but you nod. He pours the glasses and hands you one, making eye contact. 

His blue eyes were absolutely the first thing you’d noticed about him, followed by how broad he was. But you couldn’t say what you liked more now that you’d gotten your hands on him. 

You stand and sip for a moment before he wraps his arm around you and walks you to his room. It’s brighter in the room and his suitcase is on the floor and open, clearly rummaged through. 

“I missed you, you know,” he murmurs, pulling you in by the waist. 

“I missed you,” you admit, hugging him. He kisses the top of your head as his arm tightens around you. 

He holds you for a little longer before sitting on his bed. He watches as you look around his room. “Oh… you’ve never been in here before, have you?” 

“Nope,” you shake your head. “I think this is only the third time I’ve been to your house at all.”

He pulls you over and sets the wine glasses on the bedside table. His hands rest on the back of your thighs while your arms immediately go around his neck. 

His head tilts back and he looks up at you, you push his curls off his face and lean in for a kiss, letting your fingers gently scratch at his scruff. He lets out a quiet moan and pulls back just enough to say “Yeah.” Before you realize what’s happening, he’s sliding his hands down and smoothly pulling from behind your knees so you’ll straddle him. 

“Oh!” You yelp with surprise. 

He smiles wide as you settle onto his lap. His hands caress your waist and you lean in for another kiss. He quickly deepens it and you tangle your fingers in his curls, enjoying the contact and the kissing and his hot little moans when you bite his lip. 

His hands move down to your ass, giving a squeeze, you drop your hands to his waist and gently push under the hem of his shirt, grazing your fingertips along his sides, gently stroking his skin with your thumbs. He lets out a soft sigh and you decide that you want to hear all his noises. You’re sure you’ve heard a lot of them, probably even most of them, but you want more to power those nights when he’s away. 

He interrupts your thought process, pulling out of the kiss to reach behind his head and pull his shirt off. He leans in to kiss you but you pull back, trying to get a good look at his shirtless frame. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, should I not…” he starts. 

You grin at him and shake your head, “I just wanna look at you. Trying to familiarize myself with the expanse of your shoulders.” You drag your fingers from his neck across his shoulders. “Your freckles…” 

He takes a deep breath, smiling softly at you. “Take your time.” You lean in to kiss him, relaxing your body against him. You gently scratch through his chest hair and his fingers work at the buttons on your shirt. “You’re gorgeous, y’know,” he murmurs.

“And you're incredibly handsome.” You rest your forehead against his as he pushes your shirt off your shoulders; you shrug it the rest of the way off and he starts kissing on the newly exposed skin. 

It’s when he grabs you by your hips and tosses you onto your back that you decide that if he’s ready for sex tonight, then you definitely are too. He lays next to you and you kiss his nose before slotting your lips together. 

Luke drags his hand up your body, tucking his fingertips under the hem of your bralette as his lips work down your neck. His hand engulfs your breast, fingers tugging your nipple. It’s the first time you realize he’s got his rings on because they feel so cool against your skin. 

“Lu,” you moan, taking a couple shallow breaths. 

He pushes up and sits back on his heels. He freezes with his hand on your breast, his other hand midway through pushing up your thigh. “Sorry,” he pants. “Do you wanna stop?” 

“Quite the opposite, handsome.” You snap the waist of his shorts with one hand and your other encourages him to continue massaging you. You tease, “Is it usually your instinct to stop when a girl moans for you?” 

He smiles. “Just don’t want to push too far,” he replies, letting his fingers graze over the front of your panties through the leg of your shorts. “It’s been a while since we've done anything together… in person, anyway. Just wanna make sure we want the same things.”

“I was gonna tease you for being shy but asking for consent is actually so fucking hot,” you groan, pushing your hips against his hand. “I promise you’ll know if I want to stop… but right now I’m ready to hear all your sounds and dirty words in person,” you admit, reaching your hand out to gently run your fingertips over his stomach.  

He shudders at your touch, but stays where he’s at, his fingers still slowly and lightly brushing over the front of your panties. He eyes you closely as he pushes the fabric out of the way in favor of sliding his fingers through your folds. He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, grinning as you watch him curiously, “You taste better than I remember,” he comments as a cocky smirk crosses his features. 

“You just gonna stare or are you gonna come down here and take care of me?” 

“Oh, I’ll take care of you.” He grins and leans back in, pressing his lips to yours. He tugs at the button on your shorts and you lift your hips so he can pull them down and toss them across the room. You grab his face and pull him into another kiss, but it doesn’t last long. 

His lips move down your neck, marking your collarbone. “Thought about you a lot while I was gone,” he mumbles. “Thought about that night before I left… how wet you got for me. Came just thinking about getting you to make those noises for me again.”

“Thought about you like that too, Lu… so noisy while I sucked your cock… such a turn on.” You tangle your fingers in his hair, arching your body into his kisses and touch, the dirty words comfortably spilling from your lips after weeks of phone sex. 

He looks up at you, wide smile spreading across his face briefly before his lips press between your ribs. Both hands work on pushing your bra up so he can take it off of you. He looks you over quickly before leaning back into you to mouth over your breasts, finally sucking a nipple into his mouth. 

Luke adjusts, putting a thigh between yours and you can feel how hard he is through the thin fabric of his shorts. You push his curls off his forehead and he looks up at you, eyes intense and full of lust. He pulls his mouth off, switches sides and uses his tongue to tease your nipple, circling it, flicking over it, never dropping eye contact. 

You arch into him again, moaning at the fresh friction from the new placement of his thigh, he moans out too, squeezing his eyes closed. 

You drag your fingertips over the back of his neck and down his shoulder. “Fuck Lu… missed the weight of you.” 

“Missed your dirty little whines… been thinking about the way you’d take my cock, how tight and wet your pussy would feel around me,” he rasps, kissing down your body. He makes it to your belly button before you pull him back up by his hair. “How you’d look riding me…”

You moan out against his mouth. “Been thinking about that too.” Your words come out breathy as you grind against him and work your lips against his jaw, up to his ear, pulling his head back for better access. “Your hands on me, everywhere… grabbing my ass, you watching your cock disappear into me while I bounce on it, nails digging into your chest…” His hips hit extra hard at that and he strangles out a moan.

“Oh… fuck,” he groans as your teeth graze down his neck. His breath is shaky. “Wanna know how you’d sound, look, while I drive my hips up into you,” he moans. “Watch bruises form on your skin from how tight I hold you.”

You can feel the wet spot from his precum on your thigh and you reach down to cup his cock through his shorts. “Jesus, Lu, you’re gonna have us both cumming before either of us gets naked,” you groan, rolling your hips against his. 

His breath is ragged as he presses your lips together. The kiss is slow and his body stills, allowing him to clear his head. “Mmm… you’re right babe, we gotta slow this down. Wanna enjoy you.” He kisses down your body, this time taking your underwear off. He kisses on both of your thighs, marking one and making sure to give you beard burn on the other, knowing you like that. He finally licks up the juices pooling at your entrance. Your body shudders at the feeling and his grip tightens at your hip and around your thigh. “I’ve got you, sweet thing,” he soothes. “You taste so damn good… so wet… bet I could just…” His voice trails off as he slowly presses two fingers into you. “Yeah… thought so,” he murmurs, easily working them in and out. 

You look down at him, watching him both concentrated and amazed at how easily he’s able to work his fingers in and out of you. You wipe both hands over your face because you feel so damn good… and then his lips wrap around your clit and your hips buck and you claw at any skin of his you can reach. “Oh, oh… Lu… baby… please.” 

He hums against you, amused, happy to have a moment to calm his body so he can thoroughly enjoy wrecking you. He keeps his fingers working at a moderate pace, curling into the spot that makes you pull at his curls, buck your hips and try desperately to push his face closer to you. His fingers continue but he pulls his lips away. You whine desperately and his eyes light up with joy. You watch him devilishly lick his lips, knowing your eyes are concentrated on him - he’s driving you wild and he knows it. “That’s good, babe,” he praises. “Gonna cum for me?” 

The teasing lilt in his voice is even hotter in person than it was on the phone and then there’s the smirk that accompanies it that you didn’t get to see before. Your teeth are sunk so deep in your lip you’re sure you should be bleeding. “Yeah,” you breathe. “Yes… please, Lu.” 

His lips wrap back around your clit, fingers still working. He doesn’t bother trying to hold your hips down because he’s particularly fond of your sounds and the way you tug his hair. He hears the whine he knows well and it’s even better in person than it is over the phone. Your chest heaves and you clench around his fingers. He moans at the feeling but quickly withdraws. He slows his tongue down, working you through the orgasm until you're pushing him away. 

You tug his hair to pull him up, grabbing his jaw to pull him into a kiss. “Missed your mouth,” you moan. 

“You taste so so good.”

“You got condoms?” You ask, blinking innocently up at him. You watch his face soften briefly and he rests above you on his elbows. 

“We don’t have to go there…” 

You squeeze his hips. “Lu, we’ve got like four options here: We call it a night, I blow you, you go jerk off or we could finally have sex since you’re finally going to be home for more than three days.” Your fingers pull up his sides and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in. “And I’d prefer the last option… if you want to, of course.” 

“Of course I want to,” he replies, slotting your lips together. He sits back on his heels, smiling widely at you, and you run your hands up his thighs under his shorts. He reaches into the nightstand and tosses a bottle of lube and a condom onto the bed. 

You lick your lips as you move your hands up, over the tent in his shorts, to his hips. You slip your hands into the waistband and he quickly gets the point; he hops up off the bed, shimmying the shorts off. You hear the dull thud of his cock hitting his stomach and then he’s standing stark naked in front of you. 

You sit up on your knees to take in the sight of him: he looks deliciously contradictory, somehow both angelic and sinful. His large, intimidating frame looms over you while his soft curls fall perfectly in his face, despite your hands tugging at them every which way. His blue eyes shine with both affection and lust, his tongue that just made you see stars peeks out from between his perfectly pink lips. The mark you’ve left on his neck, the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows thickly, his expansive shoulders, broad chest, the thick tufts of hair on his chest… there’s so much you want to get your hands on immediately but you want to stop and appreciate him more. “You look like you could eat me up right now,” he hums with a grin. 

You smile up at him, reaching out to trace the puzzle piece tattoo on his ribs before pulling him in by his hips to look for more tattoos you hadn’t gotten to see before. You nip at his belly button appreciatively, run your fingers over his inked skin, stopping specifically to trace over his thigh tattoo. 

 His hand smooths over your hair. “Honey,” he murmurs, waiting for you to make eye contact. “First time naked together and I feel like you’re just here for the tattoos,” he quips, smiling. 

“There’s just so much to see… appreciate… and I definitely do appreciate what I’m seeing,” you flirt, dragging your fingertips up his thigh, grazing the underside of his cock.

“Well… I like the way you're looking at me,” he rasps. Both hands tuck into your hair as he cradles your face and pulls you in for a kiss. Your hand wraps around his cock and he shudders. “I’m not gonna be able to take much more,” he admits, looking at you, still holding your face. 

You pull him onto the bed with you. “Then let’s stop stalling.” 

He pulls you in for another kiss and then the two of you are moving, trying to figure out positioning. It takes a few minutes before you're both laying back, heads on the same pillow, soft open mouth kisses while your hands explore a little more. He squeezes your ass and pulls you tighter against his body and that’s what ultimately gets you to roll him onto his back so you can straddle him. 

“This OK for you?” You ask, reaching for the condom and lube. 

“If it’s what you want,” he breathes. “I’ve got no problem with this. Gorgeous girl, great view…” You hand him the lube and unwrap the condom; you lean in to kiss him and roll the condom on  while he pushes two lube covered fingers into you to spread it around. 

You moan as he twists his fingers around and when he pulls out, you push yourself up and steady yourself against his firm chest with one hand, using the other to swipe the head of his cock through your folds, positioning at your entrance. You slowly start to take his cock, having to do a few shallow bounces before taking more of him, again and again until he’s bottomed out. 

His head is already thrown back, eyes screwed shut, a slight pant leaving his lips. One hand grips tightly around your hip while the other cups your face, thumb tugging your bottom lip.

He whimpers as you roll your hips, a quiet moan leaves your mouth too. His eyes open and he finds you quickly, watching your body as you find a rhythm that causes both of you to moan. He doesn’t let go of your hip - in fact, you can feel the bruise forming - but his free hand explores your body. 

You watch him watch you, his eyes are all over your body, fascinated as his cock disappears inside you, the way your body moves, working to bring pleasure to you both. He groans, “You feel so good.”

“Luke,” you gasp, slowing down a bit.

He bites his lip and asks, “Babe, can I?” You nod, lids half closed. He grips your hips and pushes you up a bit, planting his feet on the bed so he can thrust up into you. He quickly speeds up and you drop your hands to his chest, bracing yourself for the way his hips pound into yours, the slapping of skin just barely louder than the whimpers falling from your lips, the moaning and groaning from his. 

You somehow pick up on his familiar whine, between all the other noises in the room, your own included. 

“Holy fuck.” He cries out and you watch him strain for a couple more thrusts before making a deliciously dirty sound as he cums into the condom. He drops his hips back to the bed and gives you an extra tight squeeze at your hips.

You collapse forward on his chest. “Feel good, baby? Sound so fuckin’ good when you cum,” you pant, kissing on his neck, scratching your fingers through his chest hair. 

“Yeah… yeah.” He nods, finally letting go of your hips. You push up and lay next to him, kissing him passionately. “Noticed you weren’t making your typical noises,” he points out quietly. 

“Nah… but it always takes me a while to finish with new partners… plus you gave me a killer orgasm before, so…” you shrug, pecking his lips. You notice the concern in his eyes and reassure him, “Don’t think it wasn’t pleasurable for me just because I didn’t, Lu. You felt amazing and I can’t wait for us to do this more. But I’m happy to finish myself for now.” 

“I’d be happy to help,” he offers, face going a little red. 

You cup his face and offer him another soft kiss. “Why don’t you get cleaned up and then we’ll see about me.” 

You’re still catching your breath when Luke comes back and he very quickly climbs on the bed, pulling you over and onto your side, hooking your leg over his hip. He kisses you as his fingers sneak between your thighs. “Mmm…” he hums. “Still wet for me.” 

Luke’s lips kiss along your jaw until he’s nipping your earlobe and his two fingers push back into you as his thumb toys with your clit, quickly working you up again. You almost expect him to pick up into dirty talk again but instead he meets your moans into his ear with moans of his own, quickly hurtling you toward orgasm. You pull him closer, suddenly needing to feel his body against yours. His chest hair rubbing against your nipples is unlike any sensation you’ve ever felt before and it pushes you over the edge.

“Oh fuck… Luke,” you moan. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, teeth sinking into his chest as you try to muffle the desperate whine you let out as you cum. His fingers slow, thumb rubbing light circles over your clit as you come down. 

You look up and the two of you share several slow kisses. He pulls his fingers away and cradles you closer to his body, letting you catch your breath. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before showing you into the bathroom to clean up. 

“Wanna shower or anything?”

You stretch your arms above your head, standing on your tiptoes, letting out a big yawn. “Nope, as promised, I’m worn out.” 

When you wander back into his room, Luke is sitting against the headboard under the blankets. He smiles big at you and holds his arms out, “C’mere, honey.” 

You’re instantly across the room, fitting yourself against him. He takes the moment to nuzzle his nose with yours. “I really enjoyed this, Lu,” you murmur into his neck. 

“I’m glad you came over.” He squeezes you, kissing your forehead. He feels you yawn against him and announces, “Alright, time for bed.” He pulls the blanket down next to him and you crawl inside. He tucks you in, turns off the lights and presses himself against your back. 

“So… round two in a few hours?” There’s a teasing in your voice but when you look back at him, he presses a kiss to your lips in eager agreement. “Good night, handsome,” you yawn, finally drifting off to sleep as Luke gently rubs your back. 

#5sos smut #5 seconds of summer smut #Luke hemmings smut #cal-puddies writes #kiss full of color makes me wonder where you’ve always been #yes the title is from a Kasey musgraves song #yes I love this couple too #yes please leave feedback #as always #thank you

[abbygalz]

Mall Date🥀🖤

Gothbur x reader

basically it’s a fluffy mall date No smut pure fluff

Sorry it’s kinda short and it’s later then I said I would post it I got my period the night I was gonna post it so I was a little busy haha anyways,

This was based off a c.ai bot made by @sirenbrainrot

and Gothbur credits go to @abbs-writes

tag list: let me know if you want to be added!

You and Wilbur have been dating for around 2 years and he has been the best boyfriend imaginable under his dark appearance he is a true sweetheart! Today he took you on a mall date this wasn’t your first date to the mall and he knows how much you love them.

“Your beautiful, do you know that?” He smiled turning the car engine off. You giggled while he got out of the car walking around to open your door. “My lady.” He smiled holding his hand out for you which you gladly took.

He dragged you into hot topic, you were fine with the store he just figured that wasn’t the first store you would choose.  when searching through the many options of jewelry he couldn’t seem to pick, and of course needed the opinion from his lovely partner.

“Hey, Abigale, which one are you more willing to wear?” The two he held up were blood vials or bloody knives.. yet he still smiled like they were sunshine and rainbows. “Probably the knives.” You giggled “Vials would make me seem like a crazy killer!” He nodded in agreement. “That’s more of your look anyway.” He teased

“Sooo..” *he dragged out taking your hand bringing you to the back of the store where the band tees were. That was the main thing you liked about hot topic. “What shirt would m’lady like to get today?” He poked her shoulder playfully. You batted her hand away in a joking matter and picked up a shirt.

It was a black Korn shirt with the Issues album and Korn in dark purple in the background. “You have issues.” He laughed at his own corny joke. “So do you!” You giggled. “Welp, at least we know we’re made for each other.” He ruffled your hair walking with you to the checkout.

He smiled at the cashier who said Hello as he handed the cashier his card, the cashier gave the card back along with a bag. “Thank you!” You smile at him as you both walk out. “Anything for my beautiful lady.”

The last part of the trip was Build-a-Bear, where you two were going to share in making matching bears. Of course, that also meant you would be holding him by the hand the whole time, which he didn’t mind in fact he enjoyed it.

“What bear would you like?” He asked looking down at you. “This one! Do you like it?” You walked over to a bear holding it up to him it was labeled Devilishly Pink Teddy Bear. He smiled ruffling your hair again. “I love it.” He picked up two un-fluffed bears holding your hand once more walking to the line with you.

It was finally you and Wilbur’s turn. He gave the lady the bears. And she spoke up “Alright here’s your hearts make a wish and kiss it and then step on the pedal.” You both nodded and Wilbur let you go first. You made a wish and kissed the heart letting the lady put it in the bear and you stepped on the pedal. Then Wilbur did the same thing but took a moment to make his wish.

You both were now walking back to the car with bears in your arms and bags in his. “What did you wish for? You seemed to think about it a bit.” You asked him and he chuckled opening your door but not going to the driver side yet. “I wished the one day we can get married and live happy forever.�� He smiled once he saw you smile widely. “Aww I love that.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead then shutting the door walking to the driver side.

He let you have the aux and chucked at some of your song choices as he drove you two to your apartment, other times he sang along with you, sometimes without you because you were to busy laughing at him.

♥️

#gothbur #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur fanfiction #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur #wilbur fluff #abbs writes has credits for gothbur

[burrowbabe]

Give and Take - Chapter 5

"Travis is here." you respond, grimacing in his direction.

She turns to look over her shoulder.

" ... and he's coming this way."

Your ex proved to be one of then worst people on the planet. While that is the consensus amongst most couples who have broken up, you like to believe he takes the cake.

He quickly makes it to your table in a few strides with a smug look on his face.

"Hey guys. Long time, no see."

He leans his arm on the back of your chair, looking down at you.

"Can I help you?" you question with a look of disgust on your face.

"Just being friendly, Anna."

"For once ..." you quip. "I'm trying to have a nice night with my friends if you don't mind, thanks."

He looks around the table as if waiting for someone to beg him to stay. Of course, no one does considering your past with him. Your friends were never his friends despite what he thinks.

"Nice to see no one has changed." He mutters.

Putting his hands up to surrender, he backs away from the table.

"Jeez ... tough crowd. I'll be seeing you around." he directs at you with a wink.

With a roll of your eyes, you quietly apologize to the table for the interruption and motion for the waitress to bring the check.

"No, no. Please, it's my treat." Joe insists, taking the check and handing over his credit card.

"I just want to get out of here." you say and the rest of the group thanks Joe for dinner.

"He's a tool Anna. Forget about it!" Tana says, caressing your back on the car ride home.

"I'm fine ... just annoyed is all."

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you feel a stress headache coming on.

"He always does this. Pops up out of the blue to remind me how miserable our relationship was."

"He must be looking for me to beat his ass again." your brother comments from the row behind, garnering a defeated laugh from you.

"Who was that girl?" Tana wonders aloud.

"I don't know, and I don't care." You reply, watching the nightlife whizz by the window to distract yourself.

--

Travis was a class A narcissist. You had met him for the first time at 15 years old when you attended the Grammy's after party. You had swept the rap category with your debut album.

As you awkwardly made small talk with your music idols, Travis had approached you, offering to sneak you some alcohol. Taking him up on his offer, you and him sipped champagne behind some bushes. He was charming, he made you laugh, and he was incredibly handsome.

You didn't meet again for 2 years, spotting him at a night club one night with your friends. From there, you both were inseparable.

3 long years of dating turned into the most tumultuous experience of your life. The honeymoon phase was far over just a couple months in, but you were convinced that if you love someone, you make it work no matter the circumstances.

It had been 10 months since your very public breakup, and running into him was not getting any easier.

--

It seemed everyone had caught on to the fact that your mood was soiled for the rest of the night. So, the group went their separate ways when the town car dropped you off at your house.

You let the hot water run down your neck and shoulders for a long while, hoping it would relieve some of the tension your ex had caused.

While you felt more comfortable in your sweats, you still weren't totally relaxed.

When you go downstairs, you see Tana passed out on one side of the couch and Joe watching TV.

"Where'd everyone go?" you ask as you approach the living room. Pausing the movie he was watching, Joe turns to look at you.

"Ja'Marr went to meet some friends at the club, Nick went home, and your brother invited a girl over." he explains with a shrug.

Nodding your head with pursed lips, you sit down on the couch next to Joe.

He resumes the movie for a while, you both just silently enjoying Pootie Tang.

"Are you OK?" he asks after a long while.

Taking a deep breath, you shrug.

"Yeah I guess."

You bite your inner cheek and make eye contact. He looks at you intently, noticing the glaze over your eyes from tears that could spill any second.

"I don't even like his music anyway." Joe says, drawing a weak smile from you.

"He's terrible." you say, shaking your head.

A beat of silence goes by.

"I can't say that I didn't see the gossip in the media when you guys broke up. I don't know how guys can just dog girls like that." Joe says.

"Me neither." You mutter. "Took me a long time to figure it out."

You meet Joe's eyes as he nods. You can feel tears rush to your eyes and the last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of him. You didn't even feel sad about the situation anymore, just incredibly exhausted by having to rehash it.

Biting your lower lip, you swallow hard to keep from looking like you were ready to burst into tears.

"I think I'm just gonna put myself to bed." You say, getting up from the couch. "Goodnight."

"Night." He replies. When you're gone, Joe is too lost in his thoughts to realize Tana was awake.

"There is some serious tension there." She says, snapping Joe out of his trance.

"What do you mean?"

"You were totally 2 seconds away from kissing." She says, matter-of-factly.

Shaking his head with a furrowed brow Joe denies it.

"If you say so." She says, definitely not convinced.

"He hit her you know." She says, causing Joe's head to whip around.

"What?"

"Right here in the house. They had a fight and he punched her and threw her down the stairs. Him and AJ got into a brawl, the cops came ... all that." She explains.

"Are you kidding me? That's insane!" Joe replies, flabbergasted.

"Yeah, we couldn't believe it. All because she confronted him about cheating on her." She scoffs and shakes her head.

"She disappeared back home to New York for like 4 months and we didn't hear from her. She was really fucked up over the whole situation. Then randomly she just showed up again, happy as hell." Tana continues.

"Do you think she's OK now?" He asks.

"She's stronger than me, that's for sure. I think she just needed a break from LA. She's definitely back to her old self, which we're all happy about, but I do think she should branch out and find someone new." Tana says, whipping the blanket off of herself.

"Welp, I'm going up to my room. See ya in the morning Joey boy."

Joe spends the next few minutes staring off into space in silence, going over what Tana had told him. Call it mid-Western, mama's boy values, or just plain morals, but he was furious that someone could disrespect a woman like Travis had disrespected Anna.

He couldn't imagine hurting Anna, or any woman for that matter intentionally. She was different, nothing like he had ever encountered before.

He was attracted to her confidence and success, her kindness and generosity, and their difference in upbringing and culture intrigued him.

He put himself to bed that night fantasizing about the ways he would treat Anna differently than her ex. This somehow aroused him and he ignored the urge to touch himself, at least for tonight.

One step at a time. He tells himself.

He wanted whatever might transpire between he and Anna to be organic.

Friends first. He thinks.

Whatever distrust she had in men romantically, he was determined to fix that.

#cincinnati bengals #joe burrow #au #joe burrow fan fiction #fanfiction

[invisibleraven]

Hey there!! "asking your “friend” to be your plus-one to another friend’s wedding" for Flynn ship of your choice.

"I need a favour."

"Hello to you too Flynn. I'm fine, thanks for asking," Carrie snarked with an eyeroll.

"Yeah yeah, anyways, favour," Flynn said, flopping onto the sofa beside her.

"What do you need Taylor? Because if it's another quest to help you shop, the answer is no. You are a freak in the racks and kind of scare me."

Flynn waved a hand at her. "No, I bring Willie with me for that, he's not afraid to rip a deal from a Karen's hands with a smile. No, I got an invite to a wedding in the mail."

"And this involves me how?" Carrie said with a withering glare.

"It's for my cousin Bianca."

"Holier than thou Bianca? Put gum in your weave Bianca?"

"The one and the same," Flynn replied.

"Oh I hate her," Carrie said. "And let me guess, she'll lord it over you forever if you go alone."

"Uh huh. So I was wondering..."

"Sure I'll go with you. It'll be fun to show up that prissy bitch by what a fabulous partner you have compared to her boring husband, Geoff the accountant," Carrie screwed up her face at the mere mention of him. Boring to an epic amount was an understatement.

"Thank you thank thank you, I will owe you a million favours in return," Flynn said.

"Yeah you will. You can start by making us popcorn and not complaining as we binge watch Bridgerton tonight."

Flynn mimed zipping her lips (even though she hated Bridgerton) and went to get the popcorn.

~

"Carrie! Get a wiggle on, we're gonna be late!" Flynn yelled as she checked her eyeliner in her compact-perfect as always. She adjusted her tea dress, a soft sage green that seemed appropriate for a garden wedding in spring.

Carrie finally emerged from the bathroom, striking a pose. "Well, will I do?"

Flynn took Carrie in, and she looked like a million bucks. Her dress was a slinky lilac number that reached her knees, her honey curls falling down her back. "Damn Wilson, you're gonna outshine everyone there."

"Hopefully including the bride," Carrie said with a smirk. "Now come on, we shouldn't waste our fabulousness."

The wedding was tortuously long, and hot since LA in spring is never kind, especially in a garden with no shade. Though Flynn did silently snicker as the heat made Bianca's make up start to melt while she remained looking dewey at worst.

"Oh Flynn!" Bianca shrieked, her voice dripping with falseness. "How nice to see you! And you brought a friend!"

"Girlfriend actually," Carrie said, her smile a touch too fake to be believed. "Carrie Wilson, pleasure."

"Wait... the Carrie Wilson?' Bianca gaped.

"Oh you've heard of me?" Carrie said all innocence, tossing her hair. "Yes, the one and only. Your cousin was nice enough to agree to a date ages ago and we've been inseparable ever since."

"How did you meet Carrie Wilson?" Bianca hissed.

"I manage a band Bee, we run in the same circles. Carrie came to a Phantoms show, the rest is history," Flynn said.

No need to tell her cousin that she and Carrie had been friends since diapers, before Carrie was anybody but Trevor Wilson's daughter. Or that they'd been roommates since Flynn finished college and Carrie finished her first album. Mainly because Julie wanted to live with Luke and Reggie, and Kayla had moved out on Carrie to start a family, and she didn't want to live alone.

Bianca didn't need to know that they weren't really dating, no matter the fact that Flynn had a crush on Carrie since they were nineteen and had had a drunken night celebrating Carrie getting signed and the phantoms landing a major gig. Flynn remembered the alcohol flavoured kiss even if Carrie didn't.

So maybe asking her to this wedding was playing with fire, but Flynn had been living with her feelings for this long, what was a bit more?

They moved on then, leaving Bianca slack jawed and they giggled all the way to the reception site, a swanky hotel. But of course, the reception was just as awful as the wedding from the decor to the food to the music.

"You wanna jet?" Flynn asked when it was socially acceptable.

"No way, she's gonna throw the bouquet soon and I aim to catch it," Carrie said.

"Does that mean I have to try and catch the garter? Because ick no."

"No, but try to look like you're ready to drop to one knee when I get those tacky flowers, I wanna see how white Bianca gets," Carrie replied.

"God I love your evil mind," Flynn sighed.

Carrie blew her a kiss, then got up to the group of girls vying for the bouquet. Flynn decided to join them, though in the back, just for appearance's sake. Of course Carrie was triumphant, yelling to the crowd that she came to win. Flynn dashed towards her and pulled her into a hug, spinning them around.

"You want me to fake propose?" Flynn whispered.

"No, but you could kiss me and really sell it that you're gonna later," Carrie whispered back.

Flynn cupped her face and pulled her in for a passionate, toe curling kiss. Tasting the weak champagne and dry cake, but underneath that, the sweet taste of Carrie.

They broke apart, staring at one another in wonder, soft smiles breaking across their faces. "You wanna go?" Carrie asked. "Get some real food?"

"Sounds like a perfect first date," Flynn said, taking her offered hand and leading them away.

And she wasn't sure what was better; the look on her cousin's face, or the fact that someone took a video of the whole thing that Flynn got to use at her and Carrie's own wedding a few years down the line.

#filled prompts #ficlet #flarrie #julie and the phantoms

[jamesunderwater]

2, 8, 17, 21!

02: Lyrics from the most recent song that made you think of a Marauders Era character

Last night I was listening to July by Laur Elle (who is amazing btw and just put out a new album) and the lyrics below made me think of Sirius and the self-loathing of his teen years that he just...completely keeps to himself.

One step forwards, falling backwards I just wanna prove that I'm worth More than what my head tells me that I am I'll try again How do I fake a smile and feel the tension? Wait, I'm moving too fast in the wrong direction I've been running around in the dark with no light But I can't stop staying up looking for signs

08: Lyrics that make you FERAL about your favorite character

Muahaha I get to do another one >:) Okay so technically this is a prongsfoot song (or wolfstar if that's your vibe) but oh my FUCKING god I feel like Sirius Black wrote it and I scream and cry in the car to it and it tears me in two, so, uh, enjoy (giving you both the verses and then the chorus which is essentially the whole song but it's worth it).

[verse 1] Around the sun and around again You seem to look right through me Another year being your best friend Feels like you always knew me And I'm so proud to call you mine Feels like I know you from another life [chorus] [verse 2] Around the clock, we can talk for days 'Bout how we saw it coming Another sign written on my face 'Cause now my blood is pumpin' Can you just hold me for a little while? My skin is crawling, I feel vile [chorus] But what if it doesn't end well Would you still stay? What if I fuck it up like I always do And my shit gets in the way? What if it doesn't end well Would we still be fine? When the world is over and we go under Would you still be mine?

17: Lyrics you think perfectly describe Remus Lupin

Oh, the entire song Half a Man by Dean Lewis, hands fucking down. But here are the beginning lyrics. I mean ugh he literally believes he's half a man; the second line could refer to him telling Tonks things are over with him and Sirius when they're not. The rest needs no explanation imo. I mean, it's just. It's perfect.

I was wrong to say I loved her, I was wrong to think I'm right When I told her it was over, oh my darling I had lied I've been running from my demons, afraid to look behind I've been running from myself, afraid of what I'd find But how am I supposed to love you when I don't love who I am? And how could I give you all of me when I'm only half a man? 'Cause I'm a sinking ship that's burning, so let go of my hand Oh how can I give you all of me when I'm only half a man?

21: Lyrics from a song you think the Marauders Era girlies would perform if they were an all-girl band (+ tell us what their performance would be like)

I fucking love that several people asked about this one. Hot of you all. Okay first of all I need to say imagining Lily Evans as the leader singer of an all-girl band is.......one of the hottest things I've ever thought of, jfc. Okay but um anyway I LOOOOVE this song for Lily, and I think it applies to all the first war Order girlies, who were FUCKING BAD ASSES and probably disappointed people by not being the same old girls they used to be. So please enjoy a snippet of EAT ME by Demi Lovato, feat. Royal & the Serpent.

Is this what you'd all prefer? Would you like me better if I was still her? Did she make your mouths water? Ugh I know the part I've played before I know the shit that I've ignored I know the girl that you adored She's dead, it's time to fucking mourn I can't spoon-feed you anymore I can't spoon-feed you anymore Dinner's served, it's on the floor I can't spoon-feed you anymore You'll have to eat me as I am You'll have to eat me as I am

Lyrics Ask Game: Marauders Edition

#this is SO FUCKING FUN god #marauders music #music #you've got mail #luna tag #ask game #the marauders #hp

[myxinidaes]

been a while! been busy irl and also not in the best headstate but. A short writeup of what i've been reading/watching/doing.

Watching: Our Flag Means Death, assorted horror movies, Adventure time.

OFMD season 2 has been tons of fun so far! I've been watching with a friend at my place and we get to harass the orange cat while we watch. He loves attention so he doesn't mind (much). Can we talk abt the bell scene, though? hot damn. awakened things in me.

Horror movies watched have been: Barbarian (spooky but I think more disgusting/sad/pathetic than truly scary), Pet Sematary (halfway through, p spooky!), Jennifer's Body (not scary, very fun), IT (rewatch, still a solid time), Malignant (partway through, a fun time), Repo! (fun! very fun!), and probably more? there have been a Lot of horror movies between weekly streams with internet friends and dinner+drink+horror nights with housemates

Somehow I missed the Adventure Time craze as a teen, but i've been enjoying catching up! a fun show to watch when i dont want to think abt anything. The art style seems very uhhhhh inconsistent though? a bit disorienting

Reading: She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan. Hoooly fuck. This book is driving me insane in the absolute best way. I tried reading it last year and fizzled out around the gorge scene even though I was really enjoying it. I've been on a bunch of long bus rides lately, so I picked it up again and truly losing my mind. All of the POVs are so distinct and well-done, the opening scene of the girl stealing her brother's name and the way Zhu Chongba goes on to claim her destiny as well! The gender fuckery! The woman disguised as a male monk meeting the eunuch general! The rage and horror and disgust present in Ouyang's narration, the razorwire cunning and determination of Zhu Chongba's, the complexities of Esen's court!!! And the main romance is absolutely fucking insane. A woman who wants the world at her feet and a wife just trying to survive. Screaming, crying, etc etc etc.

There have been multiple times in the book where I had to pause and lose my mind silently for a few seconds like. WOW. Dearly looking forward to finishing this book and reading He Who Drowned the World. Pictured below, one of my favorite passages.

Other things I've been reading (wip fics):

Tarnished Gold, Scum Villain fic. Absolutely engrossing fic where Shen Yuan transmigrates into Gongyi Xiao instead of Shen Qingqiu. The characterization is beyond top-notch, it's honestly aspirational. The POV is a Luo Binghe fresh from the Abyss and hellbent on causing Gongyi Xiao's complete and utter disgrace. The slow shift from plotting and scheming to a completely in-character Binghe obsession to (eventually) romance? Delightful. So crunchy to read.

Tasting the Outer Road: the Outlaw's Guide to Good Gunsmoke Eating, Trigun Maximum fic. I'm obsessed with everything this author puts out tbh, but a post-Trimax canon fic featuring Knives as a food reviewer and examining consumption, the twins' place in the world, and the harm wrought by Knives is everything I've ever wanted.

Welcome! Everything is Fine. IDW Transformers fic. A Good Place x Transformers mashup... kind of. It's fun! It'll make you laugh! It's got Starscream/Minimus aka the transformers ship of all time!

Listening to: So much. It's been a lot of Hozier lately (concert is less than two weeks away!!), but there was a man at the farmer's market this week singing the Decemberists and that reminded me how much I love them so. shrugs. let's just say i've been rolling around in indie albums.

Working on: Classwork. VW bangfic. I've been busy and I'm very much at the stage in the fic where I'm hating everything I write. But that's fine, the important thing is that it gets written (I say as I contemplate my wip which hasn't had meaningful progress being added for a While now i am so very stuck). My arm's been positively fucked these past few weeks, so I haven't had the opportunity to draw much. Hopefully eventually! I want to do gift art for VWBB friends still, but I'm running out of time.

I've applied to be an officer at a club, curious to see if I get the position. Fingers crossed, I guess? I haven't done IRL leadership stuff in a while, it would be nice to get back into it.

I've been journaling a lot lately, giving it another go after it just made me spiral hard during the early pandemic era. Not sure if it's been helping, but it's definitely better than losing my mind in public on social media? Baby steps.

Final note, very important: Please appreciate the orange cat being harassed.

#asterposting #general apologies to anyone trying to contact me lately i've been going Through It a bit #and also trying very hard to break my socmed addiction haha #been running mostly off of queue for a while now

[daintyduck99]

Writing ask game!! 17, 37, 47, and 49 haha

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

There are SO many song-based AUs that I would just devour. A lot of them are based on country songs (the Rulie epistolary if I ever actually finish it, based on Something Like That, put on that old song of course, and what @jmrothwell is planning to do with Fearless and Kissed You (Good Night), all of which I am super excited about). Like, listening to country always runs the risk of giving me a new idea because it's a genre that's full of such rich narratives. Help XD

Then I guess I also have lucky enough to love you now where it was inspired by Brandy (You're A Fine Girl), which I had to write even though it's only a snippet of a much larger 'verse.

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

I have to go with I Know It With All My Heart, the Stranger Things fusion ficlet that I wrote after @innytoes and I came up with that AU. Not many people seemed very interested in it, which is fair, given that it's basically the JatP characters in that setting and I only felt like writing This One Scene, but I really like how it turned out! There are a lot of short, punchy sentences and I think they really capture the depth of Luke's emotions (and his conflict with his parents).

47. If [insert fic] was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes.

I'll go with lucky enough to love you now because I was just talking about it and it's in my head now, haha

This story is your favorite pair of shoes. Well-worn, comfortable, a great go-to for just about any outfit. Sure, you've had more than one pair of favorite shoes, but they're all still your favorite, and you hang on to them even when everyone says you should throw them away. You still remember them fondly no matter how many new favorites you accumulate. These shoes give you a ridiculous amount of dopamine. They're awesome. They fit perfectly.

(Please tell me about your actual favorites now because I'm curious!)

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

So the two big things I'm currently working on for Julie and the Phantoms are the canon compliant Rulie fic where they fall in love while listening to Fearless and the Peterpatterlina fake dating AU.

Here's a snippet from the former (tentatively titled have you ever thought just maybe for the time being):

"Hey, Julie?" 

She blinks, shaking herself out of her stupor. Her face feels too hot. She doesn't mean to keep looking at his mouth, it's just—he really does have such a beautiful smile. It's softened into something sweet and quirky, not unlike how he'd smiled at her right after they met. 

There's no such thing as cute ghosts. 

Oh, how wrong she'd been. 

"If we do this, I absolutely expect you to learn how to fiddle. A promise is a promise, Molina." 

She shrugs, mirroring his smile. It's easy now that she knows him.

"And you'll be on the hook for listening to eight more albums. A promise is a promise, Peters." 

#fic asks #about ash's fics #thanks for asking! ❤️ #please do tell me about your shoes lol #also I have a condensed version of that snippet for my tentative summary for the fearless fic #maybe it's a bit too long but I don't care lol I love it

[tsuki-sennin]

Majesty descends!

...this is gonna be a long one, maybe; a lot seems like is gonna happen here. Get yourself a snack, perhaps.

I had a long weekend. Our AC broke, a bunch of our carpet had to be ripped out, and I couldn't sleep in my own bed. What better way to unwind than with our pals So-tan, Mashin, Tsuba-san, and... Agatha. ...yeah, those're not gonna stick around.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Baby Jesus is now literally Baby Jesus.

-I can't get over the fucking name Skearhead.

-Be strong! ...clearly you're gonna have to if Majesty's stickin' around~!

-Whoa! That was a whole sentence right there!

-I see Minoton is still in the opening credits despite having been fired.

-Dai Henshin!

-I have to admit, her poise is quite admirable.

-I think it'd be flat out impossible for her to lie, considering this is a main cast of like 6 people. Literally who else?

-Oh, there she is

-Underg Boss.

-You seem a very sad man, Skearhead.

-Y'know I agree Ageha. Learn from everybody else!

-Hot damn, Sora.

-Senpai Cure...

-The Skyland Hundred Crack Fist is beyond a two year old's reach.

-Tran

-Sition: Have you given this album a listen? Did you love it, did you-

-...what manner of concotion is this, Mashiro?

-Lemon juice...

-Infinite sour hell

-Oh yeah, what does Majesty use to transform?

-"I'm afraid it's fingerprint locked."

-Something extremely marketable that only Majesty can become.

-OH FUCK

-He got Ranborged.

-Not even their own get a say in this process.

-"The princess means nothing to us anymore. It's only natural that we shift our priorities."

-Kick into a punch.

-I have to wonder just how this process works on living creatures. Them possibly dying is something we've established with Shalala, but I like to imagine Underg Energy amplifies all of someone's worst traits.

-Minoton's fighting it...

-Something only Elle-chan has in her.

-Rip it right out of her own heart!

-Oh, hello! God, you are long!

-Majesty~!

-Oh damn, she's got spikes!

-Descend, mystical nobility! Cure Majesty!

-On my planet, this is a symbol of hope.

-Wasting absolutely no time, are you kiddo?

-JESUS

-She's so brutal, I love it.

-She has mastered the Skyland Hundred Crack Fist.

-Seems poor Minoton has yet to escape their grasp.

-Majesty in 3D. She's real.

-M

-Majestic Chroniclon

-BIRDS

-It's like night and day between her and Majesty.

-"Don't run in the house like I'm doing!"

-Hello, Kingy!

-Awwww, Mashiron.

-Damn, even got ancient languages.

-"Gimme~!"

-And now this monument is made of acrylic plastic.

-"There could be demons! Dragons! Demon Dragons! Dragon Demons!"

-They grow up so fast, huh Mashiro?

-Nothing to it but to follow her along that path.

-Doing Shrine shenanigans.

-Ultrawoman Elle...

-Bord...

-The Bull of Heaven comes crashing down.

-Oh, okay

-Sure, put your friends in stolae. ...or I guess in Tsubasa's case a tunica.

-The wall ate them.

-Oh hello

-This place looks like a

-Majestic Chroniclon~!

-Sealed away forever. No more books.

-Holy shit, he just

-Smashed through

-Nothing stops the Juggernaut.

-"Warrior...?"

-Time to go.

-"Princess time. >:3"

-Absolutely love this battlefield, by the way.

-Holy shit, there's so much detail here

-...y'know, suddenly I completely agree Prism's concerns.

-He's juicin'!

-Cure Majesty's will be done.

-Hearts as one!

-Man, I just realized that Tsubasa's still the shortest Cure here.

-Not even as tall as a two year old.

-It's okay buddy, you'll be a valuable member of the Short King Army one day.

-Oh wait, aaaaaaaaah danger oh noooo

-Believe!

-Majestic Chroniclon!

-Take off into the soaring world!

-PreCure! Majestic Halation!

-Purified... for real this time.

-Oh I'm sure it doesn't, Skeebo.

-That nickname, that's gonna stick.

-"I've well and truly lost, Pretty Cure. Perhaps we shall meet again one day."

-Ah, in the credits for real this time.

-Oh fuck Battamonda

-Jesus Christ man, clean your kitchen.

-You sucked, you got fired, that's it.

-Kabaton seems to be scaring you just fine, pal.

-Into the drain with you! It's where you belong~!

-Mashiro-sensei...

-You are a tremendous bitch, you know that?

-The princess loves flowers...

-Heckled by kindergartners.

-Even in their old age, the flowers still have tremendous beauty.

-"Might I peruse your work up close~?"

-Her mojo has been thrown off...

-Oh man, I feel that so hard.

-M

-Monda.

-You plagiarizing fuck

-Moth....

-Here comes Skeebo. Sorry you're still not in the opening.

-Dude

-Here comes Sora-chan~!

-Monda-san~!

-"Wow~! Clearly this is beyond me, but I love the way it looks~!"

-Swingin'~!

-"This is just like the hit book."

-Seeing this man explode into nerves is quite cathartic.

-Suppose Tsubasa doesn't see it either.

-Batta!

-"Get him!"

-Batta :)

-"Underg Energy. Arise."

-"Kyoborg. The power difference compared to a Ranborg made from a model T. rex and a Kyoborg made from a skateboard and a toy disc is, if you'll pardon the phrase, radical."

-"Bye bye :D"

-"Time for war."

-Majesty bitch slaps Kienzans. Good to know.

-"On and on, as per usual!"

-"I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU PEOPLE STOP LOOKING AT ME"

-"So it is."

-Live in fear, Battamonda.

-What an odd visual metaphor you've made, Mashiron.

-His malice has completely been overtaken by his incompetence.

-Man

-What a fun set of episodes this was.

-Obviously Elle completely wrecking shop is the big thing, but there's a lot of great growth for Mashiro that really elevates it beyond a lot of sixth ranger-type intro episodes.

-Baseball Sora~!

-"...what are these based balls?"

#precure #hirogaru sky precure #hirogaru sky spoilers #pretty cure #Hop! Step! Jump! Hero Gals Dream of Everlasting Sky!

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2023-06-19

Pathetic quilt stunt achieves nothing

Listening: A lot of MiSLeD, a small South African punk band. I started listening to them a while ago because I needed an album to pad out a bandcamp Friday and they turned up. It took a while to warm up to their extremely, unbelievably blunt style. Very little subtlety, but good loud angry music. Here's the hyperlocal anti-cop "Carguard in Disguise" from their acoustic album "Rolling Blackout"

Reading: Among other things rereading the webcomic Postcards in Braille, by Kurisquare. Cute, low-plot slice of life comedy comic from 2014-2017. I have no clue how I found it way back and I've never been able to remember the name until I tracked it down recently. Follows a bunch of friends hanging out and going through low stakes emotional scenes. The protagonist is blind and the author puts some neat well researched notes on adaptive technology in the comic, which has come in handy for me more than once.

I should really check out her other comics now that I've tracked it down, she's got a bunch of new ones out since I last encountered her work.

Watching: I have begun the grand Fast and Furious Watch, so far I've got two book reports and three movies down. Tokyo Drift is so, so stupid it's taking me a minute to write it all down. Go check the #furious book report tag to see the first two.

Making: My weird awful washer-dryer decided to steam-dry(?) the Penrose quilt instead of being normal so I'm dealing with colour runs. Mostly washing and rewashing without letting it dry, plus using some "colour catchers" which are dye-attracting sheets that seem to help a little.

Felt very sick when I first saw that! It's cleared up a lot and it should be fine but still! Not great! It's nine months of hand sewing, and there's basically no way to easily fix any damage to the main patchwork. Most of the runs are confined to the backside so that's good, and the worst of it is already gone.

Playing: Terra Nil, a Devolver Digital city builder themed as an ecological reclamation game. You show up to a barren wasteland and you have to revive the soil, put down biomes, adjust the climate, and establish an ecosystem. Saw it on Loading Ready Run:

It's pretty fun, desktop and mobile deal as most Devolver games are, and if you have Netflix it's bundled in the game subscription system they have.

I've cleared the main missions which unlocks another round where you go through variants of the same environments, each one has unique challenges like a tropical environment where you have to establish coral on land and move it to the ocean, or a volcanic environment where everything is covered in ice to begin with. Very tricky when you start each level but once you establish yourself you build up a pretty good safety net.

The main gimmick is that at the end of each level you have to pack up all your terraforming equipment and take it with you, which necessitate a trail of monorails or canals that you close up behind you.

The most frustrating thing is the animal system, which is bad because it's illegible in two directions. You have to select small regions that meet the criteria for an animal to live in it, stuff like "contains ice and ocean and prey", and it's not always clear why something is failing or saying you've only partially met some demand. In addition there's no easy way to see which conditions you need to meet as you're playing, so you either need to constantly tab into the information book or you need to just hope you don't accidentally screw yourself in the endgame. I haven't yet but it's been close, I once had just barely enough bamboo near grassland to get pandas.

Tools and Equipment: here's a tech tip: you basically never have to hot wash anything unless you're explicitly trying to sterilize it or kill mites or whatever. Modern detergents are very good at removing grime even at room temperature. I mostly wash things at 30-40°C. It saves energy and reduces long term damage to your clothing. You should however probably hot wash fabric before you sew with it, and we suspect that's part of why the quilt ran: my mother was in charge of washing it and probably just put it in at her normal 30°C cycle instead of a hotter prewash.

#Bandcamp #Youtube #last monday of the week

[kirstenonic05]

For the WIP game thing, Photos maybe?

Sure! The title doesn't quite get the point of the story across (WIP title...), but here we go! DD fic! :D

So essentially I heard the word "disowned" and went, hey wait, wasn't Allen technically disowned by his parents? And then it spiraled from there.

In a nutshell, Allen and Mu get into a fight. Allen leaves, but Mu feels a little bad and looks for him. However, she comes across a photo album.

I'd actually already written an angst oneshot for Joseph, then Sonic, and I thought it was Allen's turn! However, I much prefer writing happy stuff with these four, so I put this oneshot to the side.

I'll post what I've got so far after the read more, but it's obviously a super heavy WIP!

I'm planning to add more links to the photos at the end of the story, since in DD Allen takes photos of everyone to help them remember good times.

"YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!" Mu screeched. "YOU'RE NOT MY MUM!"

"WITH HOW YOU'RE ACTING, I MAY AS WELL BE!"

"THEN- THEN I DISOWN YOU AS MY MUM!"

Allen winced. A cold silence cut through the conversation like a hot knife. Mu was gasping for air, having used it all up shouting. When Allen didn't respond, she started to feel bad.

"Fine," Allen eventually said. "If you don't need me, then I will be on my way," He almost hissed through clenched teeth. Always so formal, so strict, like a servant. It drove Mu up the walls.

When he left the room, there was the coldness of isolation. The only thing heating up the living room was her unleashed rage.

It took a few minutes of breathing for her to calm down. Once the red disappeared from her vision, guilt started to well up in her stomach.

Ok, maybe that was a bit much. Especially for a stupid argument like that.

She didn't want to apologise; why would she be in the wrong? Allen was always so strict with her. Always stopping her from doing what she wanted.

Which he was unable to do for Riliane. Who became a corrupt ruler and punished everyone who was "bad".

Just like Mu. Corrupted by the Timepiece's influence.

Mu let out a drawn out sigh. Ok, so maybe she did kinda see where Allen was coming from. She sure didn't want a repeat of what happened on her planet.

And she definitely didn't want to be alone.

Would Allen not be her friend anymore? Did she go too far?

With a flick of her cape (which made her seem much more heroic than she felt at the moment), Mu left to seek out Allen. However, no matter where she looked, there was no signs of the 14 year old ghost. Not the garden, where he went to cool his head. Not the study, where he would be reading some complicated text. Not in his room, where he would sit on his bed and lament.

Where was he?

Not even Joseph or Sonic knew, it appeared. Her encounter with Joseph, in the garden, left the man confused. He suggested the study, and that was where she found Sonic. Sonic had been putting back a pile of books he found dropped on the ground, and, upon hearing Allen missing, wished Mu luck and directed her to Allen's room.

Now that she was in Allen's room, she was able to see everything he held close to him. Some fancy mirror, probably a gift from his sister. The engagement ring from his boyfriend. (Weird, Allen usually wore it at all times so his sorta-psychic boyfriend could find him.) And on his desk, a photobook.

Curiously, Mu thumbed backwards through the photobook. Each page was filled with photos of them, the Dimensional Defenders, on all of their adventures. But not just the important adventures, such as saving people and doing grand missions. Most of the photos were of them just doing normal, everyday thing. The photos probably started the day after Allen asked if he could take photos. (Mu remembered it clearly; Allen had snapped a photo of Joseph, before Joseph caught him and asked what it was for. Allen suddenly realised that some people might not want their photos taken, but everyone was fine with it. From then on, he took photos on all of their trips.)

Quickly, Mu flipped through the photos. There were some of her in it as well, mostly with her "gremlin grin", as many others would call it. However, she noticed some photos that were taken without her noticing, of her just enjoying her time. Some were also horribly blurry, as if the cameraman had been rushing to snap a shot. Yet, they were kept in the book, vivid pen titling each photo as if they had come out of a polaroid camera instead of Allen's phone.

Finally, she reached the first photo. It was just a simple picture of the four of them as they signed up as a team for the first time. Underneath, penned with cursive vivid, was written "Family".

Mu felt her stomach shift. She really had to apologise to Allen now. Wiping her eyes with her sleeve, she placed down the photobook and boldly pushed open the doors.

To her surprise, she crashed into someone else. "HEY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE-?"

It was Allen. Mu suddenly felt small. Yet, there was no anger on Allen's eyes. Just a deer-in-the headlights look. "Mu?"

"There you are!" She pointed. "I was looking everywhere for you! You can't just disappear without telling me!"

After entering the room, Allen shut the door. He honestly didn't seem that fussed. There was just a tinge of tiredness in his eyes.

Mu squinted. Allen looked at her, puzzled. "...Do you need something?"

"You're not... angry?"

"Angry? Why would I be angry?"

"After what I said. Like, ten minutes ago." Mu examined Allen, but didn't see any signs of anger or anything. "You stormed out of the room and I thought you'd leave me forever and we wouldn't be friends anymore and-"

"Mu, you know I would never do that," Allen reassured, his gaze drifting to the photobook on the desk. It seemed as if he came to a sudden realisation.

"Um, I'm sorry about that, by the way." Mu tried her best to handle it in an adult-way. Allen simply chuckled.

"It's alright." Allen pat the small girl on the head. "You were angry. I know you didn't mean what you said."

"But... But I saw you wince! When I said I disowned you."

Allen winced, again. Mu gasped. "See?! I was right!"

Automatically, Allen avoided Mu's eye contact. His right hand found its place behind his back. "It really doesn't bother me."

"Suuuuure it doesn't."

"Mu-" Realising he wasn't going to win this battle, Allen sighed. Mu grinned triumphantly.

Allen made his way to the bed and sat down before instructing Mu to do the same. Eagerly, she did, jumping onto the plush mattress.

"You know what happened to me as a child."

Mu did. How he was adopted by a soldier in fear of being assassinated. "Of course I do!"

"Well, I used to wonder if my parents would have... disowned me, as my kingdom did."

Disowned. A word Mu threw around carelessly. He didn't really think...?

"Did you really think I'd... disown you?"

"What? No, that's a childish thought."

Mu squinted. Her mouth was drawn out into a thin line. Though Allen was good at hiding his emotions, it was also 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 that Allen was good at hiding his emotions. So, naturally, the Dimensional Defenders had to learn to identify his little tells.

Such as how Allen was avoiding eye contact and had his right arm behind his back. How his posture was awfully straight, which would be acceptable if he was still a servant, but not at home like this.

"You always tell us to be true with our feelings! Why can't you do the same? What are you, a hypocrite?"

Allen opened his mouth, then closed it.

Mu continued to plow through what would have been silence. "I saw your photos! If you think we're so much like a family, why won't you tell us when you're sad?!"

#ough i love these guys but... angst... #i have so many stories with these four but idk if i should post them to ao3? #maybe one day i will #i swear i usually write happy stuff with them #also if anyone is ooc its because. super wip #brainsplurge level wip... #this was written in like 2 nights in a streak of inspo #wip #dd #kirsten writes #au #fic

[anyways-wonderwall]

Album of the Week #48

In My Defense

(2019)

by Iggy Azalea

Overall Rating: 2.5/10

TL;DR: I gotta stop putting joke albums on the ‘to review’ list

(I don't like the font but other than that this album cover is pretty good! mysterious and edgy 7/10)

Overall Thoughts

Now this hurts to write, but I went through a pretty big Iggy Azalea phase in middle school. “Fancy” had just come out, I was at the age when swearing was the coolest thing you could do, and seeing Iggy twerk on stage made me feel like I was a grown up. While reviewing this album I went back and listened to some of her early hits, just to make sure younger me wasn’t completely deaf because god is this album terrible. 

I feel like most people reading this wasn’t expecting the album to be a masterpiece but I had hope! In her early songs the writing is pretty good, the backing track is good enough to dance along to, and she has a rags to riches story. This album falls into that ‘I’m rich, I’m hot, you’re a hater because you’re jealous’ which is fine for like, a song or two. Twelve is far beyond where I would want to tap out. 

Most of the backing tracks here sound terribly empty and confused (“Hoemita,” “Freak of the Week”) and many of them feature this terrible sound that makes it seem like your speakers have peaked. Why the hell would you do that, I literally cannot think of a single reason. It is horribly annoying, drowns out the vocals, makes me think my headphones are broken, and just makes the song unlistenable (“Clap Back,” “Hoemita,” “Big Bag,” “Freak of the Week”).

The writing also leaves a lot to be desired (to put it nicely). She constantly brags about being the first to do what she does (“Thanks I Get”) when she’s just factually not?? Like sorry Iggy but not a single person is going to believe you there. She constantly talks about how what she is doing is unique when she’s offering nothing new in a single song she does. The best sounding parts of her songs are when she repeats the same line 20 times because familiarity makes your brain like anything. The only songs with a decent flow and track are “Commes Des Garcons” and “Just Wanna” with the second sounding super similar to “Her” by Megan Thee Stallion which came out earlier this year. 

To finish this off I just wanna share some of my favorite lines, which is really the only gratifying part of reviewing albums like this. 

“Hoemita” features the line (with no punchline or build up) “turn this beat to a diabetic”. I have been analyzing this for days and still cannot figure out what it means, someone please help me out.

“Started” has “you fronting like breasts” which yes Iggy, breasts are in the front of your body

“Commes Des Garcons” has “whenever I post a pic they go nuts like semen” which honestly goes really hard

And last but not least “Pussy Pop” has the wonderful line “got green like luigi.” Thank you for defending my man Iggy, he is always stuck living in his brother’s shadow.

Final Thoughts

Just uhhh, don’t listen to this. If you like rap maybe give the two I thought were decent a shot and if you don’t like those you definitely won’t like any others. Also why does Iggy keep saying she’s gonna nut?? Is that anatomically correct?? This album leaves me with more questions than answers.

#album 48 #album of the week #album review #album recommendation #music review #rap music #rap #hip hop #iggy azalea