#but I will continue to look for signs of good news in every album and every song and every beat

[lokis-army-77]

Tattoos and Mischief

Tattoo Artist! Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 4483

The reader goes to get a new tattoo, and when Eddie's needle passes over a particularly sensitive spot shenanigans ensue...

Based on this Tiktok

Warning: Oral sex (female receiving), squirting, fingering, slight pain kink, tattoos, aftercare. This is unsanitary.

Masterlist 

The chime of the bell above my head made me stiffen, anxiety coursing through my body. I was already on edge and the fact that my presence had just been announced to whoever was in the tiny Tattoo parlor made me want to die. I wasn’t scared of getting a tattoo, I’ve had many they just have never required me to practically take my pants off around a super attractive, tatted-up, heavy metal-looking artist. Granted I wouldn’t really have to take my pants off, they were super flowy shorts so that he could get to my hip easily, but it still made me nervous. 

As I stood fumbling with my fingers at the counter up front, I heard Eddie’s loud boots stomping through the building on his way from the back. When his mane of curly brown hair peaked through the curtain leading to his studio space my heart started to flip. He wore an old Iron Maiden shirt which he had cut the sleeves off of to show the full sleeves of tattoos running down his arms and well behind the fabric of the shirt. I imagined he was covered under there as well, with almost no inch of space left with virgin skin. He looked at me with those large eyes which always seemed to be excited whenever I met them and his smile was just beaming. 

“Hey, Princess, back for another one I see.” He greeted me, coming around the counter to give me a big hug. We had become good friends since he had started tattooing me over two years ago, even sometimes hanging out outside of sessions. 

“Oh, you know me, can’t go too long without having a new piece.” 

He pulled away to lean against the counter. “So, You mentioned the other day where you wanted the piece, but never said what.”

I looked up at him through my eyelashes, head hung low, shrugging. “I’m still not too sure, thought I told you to pick.” 

He grinned big, eyes mischievous, “Oh you know better than to let me do what I want.” 

“Come on Eddie, I know you’ll pick out something good.” I urged him and he laughed, shaking his head before heading behind the counter to rummage through a drawer of filed papers. 

“Well,” he slapped down one of the papers in front of me, placing a pen on top. “You know the drill, need you to sign this. And while you do, I’ll go finish up a few details on what I’ve been planning and set up, you know where my chair is, Princess.” Then he sauntered off to the back, leaving me to check off a couple of boxes and sign my name. 

I placed the paper on the desk just behind the counter and continued on my way, heading in the direction Eddie had gone moments earlier, only slightly worried about what he had come up with over the past few days. 

His space was clean, as opposed to the mess that was his home which I had been to several times. It looked like he had just whipped down the black pleather of the chair, still drying smudges of rubbing alcohol shone in the light. I place my army green, canvas, messenger bag on the small chair in the corner then go and take a seat in the big chair designated for me to sit in. My gaze wandered over the new inks placed out on a tray as well as the multiple sizes of sterile tattooing needles then to the heavy metal and playboy posters on the wall, shaking my head I laughed at the half-naked woman staring down at me. 

While the front of the building was relatively quiet, from here, I could hear Eddie's music playing quietly from the radio in the corner. The new Metallica album, which came out only a couple weeks ago, plays from it. I laid my head back on the headrest, trying to calm my breathing. It was hard having a desperate crush on your tattoo artist, especially when you got turned on every time his hands swiped across your skin or pulled and stretched it to be able to do his job, that, coupled with the slight pain kink I had discovered a few years ago were sure to give me a heart attack. 

Eddie came bounding through the open door a few minutes later, stencil in one hand and a coke in the other. “For you m’lady,” he offered the open can to me and I took it greedily, tipping it back and gulping some down, wincing at the sudden sting of the carbonation hitting my throat. 

“Thanks, Eddie. So, what did you come up with?” I tried to peek at the stencil in his hands which looked kinda long.  

“Nothing too complicated, just this.” He turned it around to show me and I gasped. It wasn’t as bad as I was expecting, knowing him it would have been some fire-breathing dragon crawling down my leg, but this, this was amazing. A long wispy, dainty stem with leaves growing out from it and only a hand full of flowers in various stages of bloom, sprouting from the vine. 

“Wow, Eddie, that's actually really beautiful.” I gushed out, reaching to trace my fingers along the lines. 

“I know it's a little longer than you had previously mentioned but I thought it would look better wrapping down your leg.” He shrugged, “I can trim it down, redo a few bits to make it work for just your hip and upper thigh though.” 

“No, no,” I shook my head, “I like it, um, let's stencil it on and see what it looks like and decide from there?” 

He clipped my chin with his finger and nodded, “Smart girl.” He stood over me and I turned on my side, lifting the leg of my shorts as high as they would go, which admittedly was pretty high, without exposing undying private. 

Eddie got to work, taking a new disposable raiser and clearing away any hair I might have missed in preparation for the tattoo. Then he placed the stencil down, tediously making sure it was in the perfect place, snipping the edges so it would lay down nicely along the curves of my body from my hip to ankle. After it was all lined up, he was ready to actually stick the stencil on. I watched as he nodded his head in approval, slowly peeling back the stencil to reveal the image now on my leg. 

“That looks even better than I imagined it would.” he gawked at his own work grazing my skin. “Here,” he offered his hands, pulling me up and guiding me over to the mirror. 

I raised my pant leg up and admired what was there. It was really pretty, the stem didn’t fully wrap around my leg, only viewing off closer to the back of my thigh and calf than the front. The flowers at the top bloomed and drew fairly close to the inside of my thigh and hip. I turned and smiled at Eddie. “I love it so much.” 

“You sure? I can still trim it down if you think it's too much.” 

“I’m super sure Eddie, I think it's wonderful.” 

His hand caught my shoulder, “Then let's get started, Princess.” He tugged me to the chair. I held myself back up into it and let him lean it all the way down so that I was laying flat. My heart bounded in my ears, no matter how many times I put myself through this, it still made me sickly nervous. “Gonna start up here on your hip since it's the most time-consuming part, then we’ll see how you're feeling in a bit and if you wanna keep going, okay?” He pats my hip as he looked me in the eyes. 

“Sounds good to me.” I gave him a short nod before reclining back, taking a deep breath, and closing my eyes. 

“Tiem for the fun part,” I could hear the massive grin in his voice. The sounds of metal and plastic filled my ears as he fiddled with the gun and needles then all of a sudden the buzz of the machine overpowered it all. “I’m going to lift your pant leg up, okay? Hold it in place for me, yeah?” 

I reached my fingers down to hold onto the fabric, keeping it away from the ink and his needle as he began to work. I winced only a little at the surprise but soon it became normal, the slight pain numbing my skin. The feel of Eddie’s rough hands pulling at the soft skin of my hip over the bone and going down dear the apex of my thighs had my stomach flipping and my cunt clenching. I would say I tried to ignore it but it was impossible not to.

My eyes opened to peek at him and I was instantly mesmerized, he had tied his hair back in a very messy bun and the look of pure concentration on his face had me pulsing with delight. His brow was furrowed, tongue sticking out between his plump lips, eyes big and round, taking in his work.

I bit my lip as I looked away, trying to concentrate on the buzzing of the gun and the prick, prick, prick of it across my skin. Eddie was totally blissfully unaware of how horny I was becoming because of him and it was taking everything in my power to keep it that way. My hands were becoming clammy the more he worked, only getting a second of relief when he submerged the needle in fresh ink. 

My lip-biting and wheel power only worked so long until Eddie passed over the bone. The needle passing over the super-sensitive spot had me clenching my thighs very noticeably and a low moan spewing past my lips. I clapped my free hand over my mouth the second it came out. My face already heating up and possibly bright red from embarrassment. 

“Ya good Sweetheart?” Eddie asked, concerned.

“Y-yeah Eddie, I’m- uh, I’m good. Keep going.” I let out a shaky breath, hoping he just thought tI was frazzled by the sudden pain and not because I had enjoyed it. He took his gun away from the bone, deciding to give me a short break. 

“You sure, sounded like it really hurt.” 

“No, no, just surprised me is all.” I looked at him and he stares me down, face unreadable. “Really,” I assured him, “the new feeling just surprised me. Promise it didn’t hurt.” 

“Okay,” He replied reluctantly, “but if it does hurt, tell me to stop.” 

I didn’t answer him as he started back in a different, more fleshy spot towards the inside of my thigh. His hand smoothed over the skin, pulling my leg out a bit so that he could work easier. Now with one straight leg and one bent, I could feel the cool air of the room hitting my hot core. The flowy material lets all the breeze pass by my leaking pussy. Eddie had been tattooing for only ten minutes and I could practically feel my arousal dripping down my ass. I cursed myself, I so should have worn underwear. 

Then, Eddie switched areas again, going right back to the bone. Another low, more drawn-out moan, came from my throat, “Fuck”. My pussy clenched around nothing, sending another wave of arousal down my ass, surely there was a wet spot now covering the chair under me. 

Eddie pulled away again quickly and this time, I whined at the loss of his hands and the pain. My eyes were bulging from their sockets as he stared me down, besides the still buzzing gun, you could practically hear me gulping down the saliva which was accumulating in my mouth before it all went dry. My pussy fluttered at the dark look in His eyes as he began to smirk and without a word went back to the tattoo. 

Shit, he knows. He so fucking knows. Why else would he look at me like that, with those eyes and that smirk? He knows.

My life was over as soon as another moan flew from me without permission as Eddie once again passed over the bone. I turned my head from him too embarrassed to look him in the eye now. I had moved three times and whimpered once when he pulled away. How could I ever face him again? How could I even begin to apologize? 

I was startled when he spoke, voice raspy and rough, totally unlike how he sounded mear minutes ago. “You liked that didn’t you, Princess?” That nickname once a term of endearment now sounded patronizing. 

I didn’t answer. 

“Come on, Princess, answer me.” He switched the machine off. Without the noise I could hear my heart beating out of my chest, blood flowing a mile a minute. 

I shook my head, too humiliated to answer aloud. 

“Oh, I think you did. Why else would you be avoiding my eyes?” The sound of his latex gloves coming off made me hesitantly spare a glance his way. “Bet if pulled these down, you'd be soaking wet, huh?” 

I shook my head again even though I knew it was true, even now as he was talking so condescendingly to me, my cunt pulsed, wanting nothing more than for him to touch, to play. 

“Are you lying to me? I think you want me to make you feel good, that's what you want, baby?” his fingers trail over mine, taking the leg of my shorts away from me. 

I nodded my head warily. 

“Huh? What was that Princess, I couldn’t hear you?” 

“Yes,” My voice was scratchy as it came out in a whisper. 

“Still can't hear you, you’re gonna have to speak up.”

“Yes, Eddie!” I practically yelled at him, too needy to be talked to like a child. I wanted him now and I didn’t care if that was somehow crossing a line or if it ruined any semblance of a friendship we had.

“Why don’t we take these off then?” Eddie waited for my go-ahead before he took my shorts off, careful not to let them touch the fresh tattoo. “Wow, would ya look at that? No panties, were you planning for this to happen, Sweetheart?”

“N-no, I just thought they would get in the way of you working,” I admitted to him, snapping my legs closed in self-consciousness. 

“Ah ah ah, don’t close those legs, wanna see your pretty little pussy.” He gently pried my legs apart, lifting them so that they bent at the knee and my feet were planted on the chair. 

“Fuck, would’ya looks at that,” he breathed, one hand racking back the stray hairs falling into his eyes. “So fucking wet for me Baby, you practically soaked the chair.” He helped to move my body, shimmying me into a better position, where he was now directly between my legs. 

“Eddie, please.” I whimper, head thrown back. I needed him to touch me after he could look as much as he wanted. 

“What?” he asked softly, smirking at me. 

“Touch me.” I clenched once again around nothing and heard Eddie chuckle. 

“As you wish.” With that, he slowly trailed his hands down the backs of my thighs, thumbs going directly for my lips and spreading them out with ease. “Mmm, you look absolutely delicious.” 

He continued to rub his thumps gently up and down my lips, spreading the accumulated wetness around but never touching where I needed it most. Soft moans came forth freely now, I didn’t try to hide them, and sighs of discontent followed every time he would skirt past my clit. 

“Look how needy she is already,” he cooed. I shivered under his intense gaze, hole quivering with want. “I could fucking eat you up.” He licked his lips as he started to lean in, mouth descending on my cunt.

“Oh fuck!” I cried feeling the intense heat of his mouth covering my entrance. His tongue lapped around my hole, tasting the juices that had been produced. His nose nudged against my clit, giving it some much-needed touch. 

His hand, closest to my non-tattooed leg, tugged it away from where it was propped up, pulling it out to open me up farther. His other hand stayed, holding my pussy lips apart, but not for long. My hips started to sputter upwards, no longer satisfied with his nose just barely nudging against my clit. Eddie moved that hand up past his head and laid the whole arm across my hips, holding them down. 

He hummed into my cunt before pulling back. “Don’t be greedy, Princess. Take what you’re given and then maybe you’ll be rewarded.” 

“But Eddie-,” my complaint was stopped short by him going back to lapping around my hole but never delving in. 

“Please,” I begged him, hips fighting against his hold. 

He shook his head. “Fine,” he huffed, “only because you asked so nicely.” He let his tongue delve into me, gathering my juices into his mouth and swallowing. He moaned a the taste and I whimpered as his wet muscle pushed its way from my entrance all the way up to my clit. A sharp, stomach-dropping pleasure extended from that sensitive spot to the tips of my toes and fingers, causing my back to arch and my eyes to roll back in my head. 

“Ah! Eddie!” My hands flew to his hair, holding him in place over my clit. He wasn’t being pretty about it, slobber and spit and arousal coated the lower half of his face as he ate me out like a man starved, shaking his head every so often like he was trying to nuzzle deeper into my pussy. 

Eddie responded with short moans as he began to suckle at my sensitive nub. The feeling was so all-encompassing I felt like I was flying with no way back down to earth. My cunt was throbbing, avid in its hunger to be filled. My hips still bucked slightly under him, craving more. 

“More. More Eddie, need more.” My hands pushed him harder into my wanting cunt. I could feel him chuckling against me before the fingers which held my leg out were now closing in on my pussy, circling around my tight hole. 

Without warning he stuffed his middle finger inside, the feeling of him being devoured by me had soft whines leaving my slightly open mouth. He prodded me, flicking his finger up into the spongy walls of my core eliciting shuddering reactions from me.

My body was keening into him, taking everything that he gave even if it wasn’t enough. Eddie popped off my clit a string of spit still connecting him to me as he made eye contact. 

“Fuck, you are so beautiful, you know that? Fucking beautiful and you taste divine.” His words had my stomach flipping. His hand slithered up from its place on my hip, under my shirt, and stopped over my bra. Tugging the flimsy fabric of the cups away one at a time and shoving it farther up my chest. 

I arched my back, pushing my aching breasts into his warm hands. He didn't have his rings on like he usually did, as they all wouldn’t fit under the gloves when he tattooed. I could feel the cold bite of metal flittering over my hardened nipples and I whined at the thought of it. Eddie pinched my right nipple between his thumb and middle finger, rolling it as he did so. 

“Yes, yes, do that again.” My breathing hitched in my throat as he pinched and tugged slightly harder on my breast. I gasped at the feeling, a warmth exploding in my abdomen. My cunt clenched around his finger as it moved within me at a monotonous pace. 

Such a cranial, frustrated moan flowed past my lips. My pussy gripped down harder on Eddie’s finger and my eyes shut tight. I needed more from him, more fingers, more touching, more everything. I needed to be overloaded with his presence around me. 

“Shit,” I pulled his hair hard, “need more.” 

“Hum?” 

“More, I need more, Eddie!” I cried into the hand I brought up to whip away the sudden tears of frustration and pleasure which fell down my cheeks. 

“More what?” He grinned up from my pussy, eyes terrifyingly dark as they bore into mine. 

My heart hammered against my chest. He looked so fucking hot looking up at me like that, it made my cunt flutter around him.

“Fuck me with your fingers, need more fingers.” I closed my eyes again as he took his finger out, bucking my hips up to follow him. 

“Look at me Princess.” he cooed.  I shook my head, not knowing if I could take his intense stare again. “Look at me.” His commanded, voice biting. 

I opened my eyes slowly and looked at him. He smirked. 

“Such a good girl.” He praised me as he placed his ring and middle fingers at my entrance, pushing in slowly. I mewled at the stretch, eyes still making eye contact. 

“Fuck, feels so good,” I mumbled, mind fogging over little by little. 

Eddie broke away from my eyes, looking down at the puffy lips of my pussy then he spat directly onto the folds. I groaned at the mouth-watering sight. He delved straight in after that, pushing his saliva around, stopping to suck harshly on my clit again. 

I couldn’t keep myself quiet and I definitely couldn’t keep still. The ache in my stomach started to grow the more Eddie ate at my pussy and fingered up into the places my own could never reach.  My teeth clenched at the almost overwhelming emotions and feelings coursing through me. My hand stayed latched in his hair while the other tried to cover up the moans that turned to blissed-out screams. 

He pulled away from my clit, mouth sliding over the inside of my thighs, stopping to suck and nip at them, creating love bites wherever there was a free expanse of skin. Eddie started to move his fingers faster as well, chuckling as my walls spasmed around him practically begging for more. 

There was a rush of heat through my body, skin becoming clammy, muscles contracting, and stiffening. 

“Good- ah! Fuck! Gonna cum!” I wailed out, back arching as Eddie fucked his fingers faster and deeper into me. “Gonna cum, gunna cum, gunna cum!” I said those two words over and over again like a mantra as blissful tears just kept poling in my eyes. Eddie was blurry in my sight because of it. 

“Cum for me, Princess, let go.” He coaxed my orgasm from me with gentle words and deft fingers. 

He kissed my clit with his soft lips and the barely their touches had me arching into him sobbing his name. My legs clamped around his head and my hand finally let go of his hair. My orgasm had me shaking in the chair, juices spewing out of me into eddies mouth and onto his shirt. I hadn’t a care in the world that I was making a huge mess of his studio.

“Fuck,” My chest heaved up and down as I came back to reality, my heart pumping like I had just run a mile. My body relaxed into the chair and Eddie pulled his mouth and fingers away from my now sensitive cunt and breast. 

“Did so good.” Eddie grinned from ear to ear as he stood up. He took the dry part of the bottom of his shirt and whipped down his drenched face. “Come on now, need to get you cleaned up.” 

He reached his arms under mine, my body so pliant and limp that he had to use all his strength to lift me up and to my feet. I felt gross as the liquids which came out of me trickled down my legs and onto the floor, but I was too fucked out to even care or be embraced. He carefully tugged my bra back into its original place and situated my shirt back down as well.

Eddie led me over to the sink in the corner of the room and leaned me up against the counter before quickly dampening a cloth from the cabinet and whipping every inch of my skin down, save for the tattooed part. 

“Hey, look at me.” He spoke softly, taking my chin between his fingers and tilting me to look at him. My tears had fallen and no longer obstructed my vision, yet there was still a post-sex haziness. “You with me? You good?” 

I nodded tiredly. “Yeah, m’good. More than good,” I gushed at him. 

“Then let's get your tattoo cleaned up and wrapped.” He got to work hastily, dousing the art in a cleaning solution and patting it dry before wrapping it up to keep it safe from infection. 

“Eddie?” I asked, eyes heavy and head lulling to the side. 

“Hum?” 

“Where are my pants?” My legs were cold and standing half-naked in a tattoo parlor was not helping. 

“Oh, uh,” I could tell he was searching the room by his pause. “Ah! Here they are.” He slid his hands down my legs, tapping my left foot to let me know to step up. He helped me dress and then sat me in the chair I had originally placed my bag in earlier. “Stay right here.”

I nodded, laying my head in my hands, practically falling asleep as he walked off. He came back a moment later, hands tapping my cheeks gently. My eyes fluttered open and I smiled at him, he smiled back. 

“Here, head back.” I did as instructed, mouth opening slightly. He brought a water bottle to my lips and helped me to drink. I hadn't realized how dry my throat was until the water began to coat it. 

“Thank you,” I mumbled. 

“Any time, Princess, any time.” 

“I don't think-,” I was interrupted by a yawn. “I don’t think I can drive myself home.” My legs felt like jelly as well as my arms and I was only moments away from falling asleep sitting up. 

“I can bring you back to my place, was gonna close up shop after our session was done anyway. Just hang tight for a few more minutes while I clean up our mess, okay?” 

“Okay.” I closed my eyes again and sighed into him as he squeezed my knee, standing to his feet, and kissed my forehead. 

I didn’t know what this was or what would happen to our friendship when I inevitably came back to earth but Something was gonna have to change and I so hoped it would be for the better. I definitely want to experience that again.

@lightcommastix @msgexymunson @took-me-hours-to-steal-those

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fic #Tattoo artist eddie #tattoo artist eddie munson

[outerbankspov]

- thank you love for your passionates ❤️ @giannadrichardson-blog

You and Drew have been dating since outer banks season one and you adore one another more than anything. The way you both met was a story you both say “We will tell our kids about this one day”… you needed a job asap in order to get recognized by the public for your future singing career so you signed up to play the love interest of a character name “Rafe Cameron’ WHO happens to be played by Drew Starkey. You for sure saw his face around in your favorite movie “Love Simon” and since then you’ve been together and laughed about him in that film.

- Present day.

“Drew!!” You squeal as you run into your shared bedroom before you jump up and down in excitement. “What’s up, baby?” He smiles while asking you. “My agent just called… and they gave me a green light to tour my album!!’ He jumps off the bed to catch you in his arms. “BABY?? WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS GOOD!” he kisses your lips as you smile up at him nervously. “What’s that Face about?” He asked as he Brough you down with him on the bed. “Thing is it starts in 3 weeks..” You closed your eyes shut. “Well, that’s good news. What with the face?” He asks again, You bit your lip and shook your head “Can you come with?” Knowing this the worse idea to ask is because you know Drew has to stay just in case he gets a call back from his agent about the new movie he was offered that will be filming in ITALY. “Baby.. you know I would to go with you but I can’t” You nod and looks down, pushing your hair behind both ears and smiling weekly as you plaid with your nails. GOD you know you can’t do this without him, you would be a wreck you know that for sure. “What’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” “I just really wish you could come, what if I fuck up?? I will never forgive myself” A tear slipped passed your eyes and Drew brushed it away.

“My love you are gonna be so good I promise you” you sniffle and nod. “You’re just saying that because your my boyfriend-” , “No I’m saying that because I believe you can. Baby of course you can” he kisses your forehead and you finally accept it.

-

Tour has been a real fun… scary experience. Going out on stage and seeing a huge crowd every two days and seeing them actually enjoy your music made you feel like you’re doing something right. But apart of you still wishes Drew was there, you go to sleep every night after a FaceTime with him and talk about your day and how nervous you were. This time when calling Drew, he didn’t answer. You started to get worried but soon after got a text saying “a bit busy. Talk later” confused you just decided to go to sleep.

“Y/N YOU ARE ON IN- 3,2,1 GO” your manager tells you. You put the biggest smile on your face and runs out on stage greeting everyone. “Hello NEW YORK CITY!! As you might know I’m dedicating this night to my love Drew Starkey, we actually met on this day 4 years ago… kinda insane! All I’m asking for you all is to enjoy this night like I’m gonna be and yell loud !!” The group cheered and smiled. You started singing and you Just felt so free until a gut feeling and the feeling in the air made you want to shut down. God you hate this, it’s a big night and your stupid mind wants to shut down now ???. You finish the song and runs off of stage.

“Y/n? What’s up?” Your manager ask calmly.

“Stacy. I can’t do this- it’s like my hearts being pul-“ you was interrupted by a call she picked up. She nodded and said okay to the person and hung up. “Wiped those tears baby! Go back on stage !! You got this” she encouraged, and like the person you was you walked out again and started singing. At this part of the song no one sings because they know it’s a slow part that you enjoy so much. Nope not today- you start to sing and it seems like you got 6 sense because all of a sudden you felt better, it’s like their was this light telling you to continue. Once you was done you made your way back stage ready to run to your manager put stop in your tracks, turning around you see him, them.

“DREW??” You squeal as you jump into his arms. “You’re here? You’re really here!” You kisses his lips and he chuckles. “ m’course I’m here. Wouldn’t want to miss this day ever. Or any other” he looks at you with a knowing look at you jump in excitement. “You’re staying ?” He nods and you kiss him again. So beyond excited and your heart felt completed. “How about we get something to eat baby?” You smile up at him and nod. “I will like that”. You couldn’t believe it, you look at your other friend and runs into their arms. “You guys are amazing”. The day was spent like any other, Drew by your side constantly kissing you and your best of friends next to you.

#outer banks #obx #drew starkey #drew starkey fluff #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey x fem!reader #rafe cameron x smut #rafe x y/n #drew x y/n #omfg i love this #i hope you like this

[cherries-jubileee]

loose laced and camera ready

pairing : choi seungcheol x stylist!reader

summary : trying to be professional while working with a long-distance partner can be difficult under the best conditions; the situation changes a little when your partner happens to be the choi seungcheol

cw : suggestive language/actions, idiots in love, long-distance relationships, reader is a stylist for marie claire magazine, reader and coups don't know how to act in public, jubilee has no idea how magazine photoshoots work cheers

wc : 2.2k

choi seungcheol was going to be the death of you.

the feelings you were trying to wrestle with were new as of that morning; you were absolutely over the moon when cheol told you that he was going to be shooting for marie claire at the studio you worked for, after not seeing him for months. going long-distance had been a decision you made mutually, between his hectic schedule and your hesitation at passing up a job opportunity so good despite it being in another country, but that didn’t mean you liked it. if anything, you despised being away from cheol; you hated that there was only a few hours within the day that you were both free to talk if you both had the time; hated that the time difference between you was still so disorienting after two and a half years; you especially hated it when he insisted on video-calling you despite being exhausted from work, forcing himself to stay awake for even just a few minutes to look at your face.

you’d always tell him right away to go to bed, and he’d always give you that sappy, tired smile, before eventually caving with no real fuss. honestly, if it wasn’t for cheol insisting you take the job, you probably would have refused just to avoid the stress of an overseas relationship.

and yet, here he is now, not fifteen feet away, standing there in an outfit you styled for him, practically glowing because for once – for once, maybe the only time ever – the makeup artist did him up right, and you’re standing there like a fool, staring. the corset fits him so well, sits snug against the outline of his body – when was the last time you’d seen him from the shoulders down? three months? four? even before that, maybe, when they were still in the beginning stages of preparing for their comeback?

do you think he’d sign your album if you brought it to him? you picked it up from the post office earlier that morning – it doesn't matter that he’d sent it already signed, right?

fuck. breathe. 

you’re trying, really – and yet, breathing is easier said than done, however, when seungcheol finally glances your way, away from the crowd of hairstylists and coordinators surrounding him and fidgeting with his clothes, and offers you a warm, giddy smile that says i love you, i miss you in every language you know. your heart does something in your chest that you aren’t quite sure is healthy, and you press your lips together, trying very hard not to giggle and blush like a high schooler with a crush.

it seems like an impossible feat to approach him, and you wonder briefly if even being in the same room as him meant everyone knew about your relationship, but at the end of the day, you were the main stylist for this photoshoot – it was your job to make sure he looked good. you always tried to be so meticulous at your job, and you’d never before shied away from getting a little personal with other models; realistically, it shouldn’t be any different now. all of your assistants had already finished fiddling with his outfit, there was only you left to give the all clear for the shoot to continue.

there’s only a few moments when there’s some semblance of silence as you cross the floor to stand in front of him, reaching up to adjust the knot of his tie. without you having to say a word, seungcheol tilts his chin up ever so slightly, exposing the column of his throat so you can fix the placement of his collar – you question your own faith in your resolve for the nth time in the same hour, but fumbling in front of cheol would be infinitely more embarrassing than anything else in the universe. you have to pull through, if only for your own dignity.

it fits so snug against his neck, your fingers brushing against the warm, smooth expanse of skin with every miniscule movement. though you try your best not to stare too hard at him – try being the operative term – you can’t help the way your eyes zero in on his throat, watching the way his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. you can feel his heart beating furiously as your thumb rests against his carotid artery; cheol looks as if he’s trying not to breathe too deeply, and you’re sure you aren’t doing much better than him. still, it’s nice to know he’s just as nervous as you are, if not more.

it isn’t long before you’re satisfied with the look of his collar, though you continue to fuss over it just to draw out this interaction together. “i’m going to adjust the placement of the corset next,” you say, just as much for your sake as it is for his. maybe you aren’t mentally prepared to be placing your hands on him in such an intimate way – least of all in public – a fact that still doesn’t stop you when seungcheol nods infinitesimally in your direction, and it’s such a small motion that you almost don’t register it in your mind.

your hands tremble a little bit, two fingers on both hands tucked between the soft, white button-up and the dense fabric of the corset. his chest expands faintly beneath your fingers – now you’re sure he’s holding his breath. calming your nerves is at the forefront of your mind, and even though you’re sure it’s not going to work, you still tell yourself ‘you’re just the stylist that’s clocked in for this shoot, it’s not like he’s your boyfriend or anything.’

the last part has you fighting for your life to suppress a panicked smile. you really aren’t prepared to be doing this, at all.

what do they always say about relationships? absence makes the heart grow fonder?

“how’s the fit?” you manage to ask, voice soft, too afraid of drawing attention to the two of you to chance anything above a whisper, “it’s not too tight, is it?” asking such a question is inconsequential at best, because you already know the answer; you were the one to tailor all the outfits, after all, and you would have bet the house if it were ever up for debate that you somehow managed to get seungcheol’s measurements wrong – especially when he was your mannequin for the two years you were dating him while you were still in design school.

it’s still a relief to see that miniscule shake of his head, to hear the thoughtful hum that comes with it. “it’s perfect,” he murmurs, and you wonder if it would be too weird if you had to take a lap around the studio before finishing up. you’re suddenly very aware – and very thankful – of the fact that nobody else is touching cheol now; you don’t exactly want anyone else putting their hands on him when he looks good enough to devour. you don’t want to be labeled as the jealous girlfriend – your relationship isn’t even public – but you can’t help but think that you’d try to throw someone out of a window if they got cozy with him right now.

this contact alone isn’t enough for you. you wish you could drag him back to his dressing room, lock the door or have cheol shove you up against it and have you in a way you could never confess in church. it’s been so long since you’ve seen him in person, and you think he’s been going to the gym more since then; you’d like to test that theory, if you could. and yet you still have to wonder if your job would be worth twenty minutes of bliss, because it’s too much to ask for half an hour instead.

as much as you’d like to stay standing like this forever, trading knowing glances with cheol and studying the more subtle details of his person with your hands alone. you want to tell him everything that’s happened since the last time you two had the chance to speak – you especially want to tell the story of how you almost got on your hands and knees and begged your boss to give you this shift, nearly fought off half of your department for it. except you know that this entire photoshoot is still on a time limit, and you’d like to not be known as a stylist who can’t keep their hands to themselves.

so you let go, as herculean as that feat is, and pat your hands awkwardly on your shirt.

“just let me know if you have any trouble with the corset,” you tell him, eyeing the black fabric warily, “if it’s too tight, i can rebutton it right now.”

cheol smiles. there are butterflies battering against your ribcage. “it’s perfect,” he says again, “you did a good job. thank you.”

if you weren’t flustered before, you’re sure you look seconds away from hysterical now.

“i swear, i’m never working with you ever again.”

“oh, come on! i was just as nervous as you were!”

you sip the beer clenched in your hand, fixing cheol with a moody stare over the grill between you. in exchange, you receive a very familiar pout and a set of glossy, pleading eyes that make you unsure of why you were ever upset – fake irritation or not – in the first place.

truthfully, you hadn’t been expecting more time with cheol after the photoshoot. you knew he had a busy schedule, that he would probably have to fly back to korea immediately after, and you had accepted that and tried to make the most of what little time and privacy you had with him. even just seeing him did wonders for you and your waning morale.

so having him show up at your door just as the sun began to set, clad in a comfortable set of clothes and a conspicuous blaze-orange beanie, claiming that he was taking you to dinner, was almost more than your poor heart could take.

“i know,” you grumble, watching him tend to the grill, resting your head on your hand, “i’m just embarrassed. i swear i thought i was going to have a stroke.”

“you were blushing that hard just from seeing me?” you don’t have to look up to see cheol’s teasing grin reflected on your eyelids, “aww, princess, you could have told me you missed me that much. i would have bought you a plane ticket. you could have come home for a few days.”

it’s your turn to pout now – though it doesn’t have the same immediate effect that cheol’s does. “neither of us has enough time for that,” you mumble, watching as your boyfriend starts piling thin cuts of beef onto a plate, reaching over the grill to pass it to you. this restaurant is one of your favorites in the city, but the wait-list is long and just paying for one person costs more than you can afford on your current salary. you never go – not without good reason, which comes few and far between.

cheol knows this, you know he does. it’s the whole reason he brought you here specifically, when there are a dozen restaurants closer to your apartment than this one. you’ll have to think of some way to thank him for this.

“i would have made time,” he tells you, “i can always make time. the universe doesn’t revolve around when the next album is coming out.” and he sounds so sure of that statement that you can’t find it in yourself to refute him.

maybe because you know it’s true – very little will stop seungcheol when he’s set his mind to it.

so instead of arguing, you say, “i know,” and busy your hands with sauces and side dishes. “i know but, you know, it’s not much longer until my contract ends.”

cheol nods, ever understanding.

“and six months really isn’t a long time when you think about it. i mean, it’s half a year, which sounds like a long time, but after that it’ll be over, and i’ll be on the first flight back home.”

“and then you’ll be working with us. now that i’m thinking about it, chan has been asking when his ‘stylist noona’ is going to be coming back.”

a smile spreads across your lips. “i miss them too. i miss you, mostly. i don’t know how i did this while i was in university. living alone in a foreign country is…it’s not pleasant.”

cheol reaches over the grill for him, and you meet him halfway, as he clasps your hand gently in his. there’s a twinge in your stomach when you don’t instantly recognise the planes of his palm with your fingers; there are calluses there that you don’t remember, and it pains you sincerely that you don’t yet have enough time to memorize them again.

“six months,” he repeats back, leveling you with a familiar, loving smile, “that’s it. we can do six more months.”

you think, while your fingers trace delicately over his nails and your anxieties melt into the floor, that you believe him.

#jubilee.txt #seventeen #svt #scoups #choi seungcheol #choi seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #remember that marie claire photoshoot scoups did #blonde corset scoups moment #literally have not stopped thinking about it since then #say the name seventeen

[foxes-that-run]

MH cried on stage about haylor?? I need to see this give me link

The TLDR is that the meltdown video: ramps up at 3:49, there is also this tumblr post by someone who was there about it and this news about it.

Maylor/Haylor storytime with too much info

Matty Healy's parents are actors Tim Healy and Denise Welch, overseas 1D fans may know his mum from this Loose Women interview with 1D. His parents had a messy public divorce covered in Tabloids.

1999 - When his mum was featured on This is Your Life, in this clip, 10 year old Matty said he wanted to be "a popstar and top class musician" with his mum looking tense.

2002 - the 1975 was formed with school friends in Manchester, it will be 10 years before they have success.

2009 - 1975 met and was unsigned by every major label. Their manager formed an independent label and signed them for £20.

2010 - One Direction is formed on X-Factor with Harry, 5 years younger also from Cheshire. 1D becomes a national sensation and sign a £1m record deal with a major label.

2011 - One Direction continues to grow with the X-Factor tour, records Up All Night and starts their own tour.

2012 - What Makes You Beautiful is #1 in 16 countries including the UK and US. Harry starts dating Taylor Swift and the world loses it's mind over them and the band.

2013, February - 1975 get their first top 20 song, Chocolate that reaches #19 (Teenage Kicks was on #6 in the same chart, on it's way down from #1).

2013, September 3 - Harry tweeted that he downloaded the self-titled 1975 album. Matty Healy told an interviewer that he went from 4k followers to 15k followers in 10 minutes. Matty said they became mates, he texted Harry to thank him. The 1975 covered What Makes You Beautiful:

All fab, or so it seems.

2014, February - Taylor finishes 1989, Harry and Taylor start dating again and seem to for the rest of the year.

2014, March 20, fallout boy shares this photo of Matty Healy, fallout boy and 1d minus Harry to instagram captioned “London hangs.” I don’t know when the photo with Harry is from, the jacket is St Laurent 2014 and it first appeared on live journal June 2014. Harry wore the coat again in September.

2014, March - MH plays call or delete with Harry's BFF Nick Grimshaw and calls Niall and Harry, he says he has Niall’s number because he is writing a song for one direction and that he had never spoken to Harry before (but had his number and Harry recognised his voice and/or just would know Nick had the show on and who was on it.) MH asks to borrow £5k and Harry agrees. Harry probably knew he was on Nick Grimshaw.

2014, April - his mum says MH is writing a song for 1D and talks about Anne.

2014, May 8 - One Direction record Change Your Ticket in Fasano Hotel, the TV Special includes footage (2:12) of Julien and Niall figuring out the lyrics and melody in Rio De Janeiro. The band then toured

2014, May 24 - One Direction and the 1975 both play the Glasgow Big Weekend, though 1D fly in for just their show they are then in London.

2014, July - Anne tweets Denise with a throwback photo

At some point they play Change Your Ticket for Matty who Later said:

“They got me in and they said, ‘We really like your band. Would you write a song for us?’,” Matt revealed to Spin. “[But] they didn’t seem to be actually that interested. They just wanted to play me this song that they said was really, really inspired by us.", “Listen guys, fill your boots, the song doesn’t sound that much like ‘Girls’. But the guitar and the whole vibe of it is a complete lift, So take the guitars off and we’re good." “It would have been a bad 1975 song.”

2014 - October 27 - 1989 released. Taylor says to Rolling Stone that her publicist has said a relationship is not a good idea:

‘How long do we have on the clock — before something comes along and puts a wrench in it, or your publicist calls and says this isn’t a good idea?'” (bless you @cntfightmydemonsthyknowhowtoswim)

2014 - November 8 - Matty Healy wears a 1989 T-Shirt, Taylor likes a Tumblr post about it.

2014 - November 17 - FOUR comes out with Change Your Ticket including the 1975-esq guitar. In the Four Hangout Harry says "well done Tyler" (32:25) and Niall adds "your Boyfriends back", Liam adds "Your gonna get in trouble" Tyler is Taylor's name I n the Man video, the 1D band had rhyming or celebrity code names for themselves that they used in interviews (Harry = Susan Boyle etc)

2014 - November 19 - Harry, Taylor & Selena go to a 1975 concert together. This is often cited as the Maylor starting point, Harry was there and called her boyfriend by Niall 2 days before. Taylor posts a video of her, Selena and Harry is briefly seen. Video of Taylor and MH backstage.

2014 - December 2 - Harry and Taylor at Victoria's Secret After party and leave together in London. First time Style performed.

2014 - December 4 - Taylor at a 1975 concert in NYC.

2014 - December 5 - 1D in London, appeared on Graham Norton. Rumours Taylor dating Matty, he tweets they got his name wrong.

2014 - December 6 - Taylor has laryngitis at Jingle Bell Ball. Matty Healy does this on stage in Boston, crying and yelling at the audience:

2014 - December 9, after Twitter ran with the meltdown, coupled with Matty being linked to Taylor who the band knew to be with Harry. They go on more Four promo. One Direction was not getting on, Harry had broached the topic of the Hiatus a few weeks earlier. They appear on RTL in the Netherlands. Liam seems drunk and makes a beard joke at Harry.

And that's the end of the 2014, interaction, between Matty appearing in the 1989 t-shirt and the meltdown was 1 month, and Harry and Taylor were seen together in that time. Taylor did go to one 1975 concert without Harry, 2 days before Matty melted down.

In this time Matty was also smoking heroin, from the New Yorker in May 2023:

In 2014, amid the early rush of fame and steady touring, Healy began smoking heroin, the only substance he found that could pull him down from the stratosphere. It was a secret, for a while; then the band staged an intervention. Healy resisted: he was the star, and the rest of them would have to get on board.

2015, November - Matty said to the Guardian:

On 6 December, onstage in Boston. “There was girl stuff,” he says. “There was family stuff. There was financial stuff. There was drug stuff. I remember hearing the crowd and having an identity crisis. I thought: ‘If you want to see a show, I’ll give you a fucking show. If you’ve come to see the jester drink himself into a slumber, I’ll give it to you.’ I felt like I’d become an idea as opposed to being a person.” At one point, a fan shouted, “I love you, Matty!” He’s ashamed of his response. “What did I say to the poor fucking girl? ‘You don’t have the right to love me. You don’t know me. I love you but you don’t get to love me.’ Jesus. Can you imagine your favourite band shouting that at you? What a dickhead. What a horrible thing to say to a kid who fucking does love me.”

2015 - January - Matty also does this interview where he says it was all fake that he dated Taylor and there is noone in the world he knows less than Harry Styles

2015 - February 26 - Taylor pictured hugging Nick Grimshaw, Harry’s BFF, next to Matty Healy at the 2015 Brit awards after party. Harry was in Australia, he and Taylor had broken Up and this is the night she met and seemed to immediately start dating Calvin Harris’s

2015 - April - Matty Healy and sources close gives a lot of interviews saying he is angry about Change Your Ticket and that One Direction stole the 1975's sound.

Love Me

2015 - October - 1975 Love Me came out which is a rather direct Harry diss:

the lyrics reference Blank Space "Rumors Fly": "You've been reading about yourself on a plane".

"caught up in fashion, Karcrashian panache" a style reference and a diss to Kendall

music video where Matty makes out with the cardboard cutout of a 17 year old Harry Styles.

on stage he copies Harry's dancing in this song.

In the BTS Matty says "I just wanted to make a video that was about some kind of sexually confused rockstar type that who buys into his own nonsense really"

he also wore Chelsea looking boots and pointed them out in the BTS

2016, March to Q Magazine, (and widely reported) Matty said:

“I feel like I’m not very good at relationships,” he’d said, and I wondered why. Healy explained the jumble of reasons – insecurity, self-obsession, a fear of misrepresentation. Was it also, I asked, a fear of losing himself? He nodded. “Absolutely. And the reason I mention that is because if I had [properly] gone out with Taylor Swift the first thing I would’ve [thought was] ‘Fucking hell I am NOT being Taylor Swift’s boyfriend.’ You know, FUCK. THAT.” Then he had added an afterthought: “That’s also a man thing, a de-masculinating, emasculating thing.”

I'm skipping ahead a few years, Matty brings Taylor and Harry up alot, like in random interviews with Zane Lowe, Nick Grimshaw etc. But the vibe is often separating him from success. I wonder if he is also reminding others he knows them.

2022 he works with Jack Antonoff. There are rumours of a collab which Matty both says it is fake news he worked on Midnights and then that he did but it wasn't used. Taylor never acknowledged.

2022 - midnights comes out, no 1975 collab.

2023 - 12 January - Taylor performs anti-hero and The City at 1975 concert, multiple rumors Harry was also there: x, x, x

2023 - 15 January - MH invites HS to perform, H declines. MH makes inappropriate comments accusing Harry of Queerbaiting.

2023 - 11 February blind item:

2023 - March - Reps for Matty Healy's girlfriend Meredith says

“She did not see this coming at all. All the time Matty was in the studio with Taylor, she thought nothing of it. He’d spend the day in the studio and then come home to her. “Things were going well until around March 29 then, out of the blue, he stopped replying to messages and calls. “He just ghosted her and that was it. Then, four weeks later, he went public with Taylor.

2023 - March/April/May/June - Taylor touring the US. The 1975 touring Latin America in March, Asia and Australia in April and May, Europe in June. The only times they would have seen each other are the handful of times they were photographed.

2023 - 10 April - Taylor and Joe's separation press release. MH delete socials said:

"everything happens in eras. The 1975 is a very eras band. The era of me being a f***ing a***hole is coming to an end. […] I can’t perform off the stage any more.”

2023 April 14 - MH cries on stage in I always wanna die, and puts his head in his hands during Love it if we make it in Sydney. Saying “You changed all the words on my set list to rude words,” he says, pointing off-stage, before admitting the culprit is “trying to cheer me up because I’ve been going through a bit”. Covered in news

2023 April 24 - MH introduces 'She's American' in Tokyo with: "When I picture it, there's like three places I picture people listening to it, there's Manchester, Pennsylvania, that’s a whole other thing don’t worry about that and Tokyo” 1975 was formed in Manchester. Matty and Harry are both from nearby Cheshire.

2023 - May 3 - TS & MH mouth "this is about you, you know who you are. I love you" on stage.

2023 5 May - MH at Eras tour, Sparks Fly and Teardrops on my guitar. He joined Phoebe Bridges on stage.

2023 6 May - OOTW/Fifteen. MH attends again

2023 11 May - MH and Taylor hold hands in NY

2023 12 May - Gold Rush & CBBH, Philli. MH on stage at Eras in skeleton costume. MH and Taylor at group dinner hold hands.

2023 13 May - TS This Love, no intro/Forever and Always (Philli) MH attends eras and seen with Scott Swift.

2023 15 May - Taylor leaving Electric Lady with MH

2023 18 May - People reports Taylor kissed MH at Zero bond, no photos of them arriving, no photos allowed in club. Last time reported to be seen together. 50 days since his ex said they were good.

2023 27 May - during the Radio 1 Big Weekend at Glasglow, a broadcast event, Matty Healy acted unusually and said "Try romanticising your life for a job, see how you like it". This section is cut from the BBC's official video of About You. Harry was also in Scotland in Edinburgh.

2023 June 5 - MH break up reported by TMZ later confirmed no longer speaking

2023 August 16 - MH back with the girl he dumped in March for …. That.

2024 February 15 - MH said on stage “Do not come for me. Trust me. You know who I’m talking to. Honestly, you know who you are. I’m as mental as I seem. I have the receipts. Don’t f**k with me. Trust me.” A

I have no idea what happened in 2023, but I think the blind is correct.

#Haylor #maylor #taylor swift #matty healy #harry styles

[yanderelovlies]

Can we please get a scenerio where Joseph is a play boy/ tom cat and what is life was like as Joseph living that lifestyle and then meeting MC. But MC does not return his feelings since they know that he's a play boy and is not interested in getting played. Thank you for reading!

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰

Joseph never believed in love. He thought it was some fictional thing people only sang about to sell albums. No Joseph was the type to hop from bed to bed. He never means what he says to them. He just says them because he knows he can get what he wants out of them before moving on to the next partner.

Unfortunately for Joseph, this tactic only works when everyone is unaware of what he is doing. Eventually, he finds himself more on the streets than a warm bed. So leaves for El paso for a better life.

To his credit, it worked out! For the most part. He got a good job as a children's entertainer, which allowed him to get his own apartment. What didn't his change was his habit for a new partner every night. He didn't need to bed jump no more he could just bring them home. Which didn't help the spread of rumors, especially in the building.

He didn't mind it till you moved in a few doors down. Much like him, you had come from a smaller town hoping to find your way in the world. Except unlike him, you looked at the world with big innocent eyes. He wanted to destroy that.

So for months, that's what he had tried to do he got close to you as friend dropping hints that always seemed to go over your head. He got closer to you than he had with anyone else. Eventually, he forgot why he wanted to hurt you like that in first place, and dropped the whole thing together.

Or at least he tried to. Until one night, while staring up at the ceiling, he realized he was in love with you. He never slept that night. He couldn't stop analyzing every interaction the two of you had. Trying to see if there were signs that you liked him back. When you questioned him about the bags under his eyes. He couldn't help but just stare at you. Before shaking his head and reassuring you he was fine.

.

Eventually, he couldn't take it any longer, and one night when the two of you were hanging out at your place he confessed.

"Y/n I know this may seem....sudden." He wanted to look away from you, but he couldn't. He wanted to see your expression. "I like you. I like you a lot, and I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?"

You blinked at him your face slowly turning red before looking away. "I...I can't..."

He looked at you worried "what do you mean?"

You began to fiddle with your fingers "I know what you really want out of me...."

Joseph could feel his mouth run dry as he opened and closed it trying to say something. When he said nothing you continued "I hear the rumors...some even stop me in the halls to warn me of your....behavior."

All he could do was look at you in shock and fear. His past was...catching up to him, and there was nothing he could do.

"I don't want to end up with a broken heart...I just want to stay friends....please..." you never made eye contact with him. So you never saw the heartbreak on his face before he left.

.

Joseph spent the next few weeks avoiding you, drinking his sorrow, and pretending everything is okay the next day at work. It was torture for him. He couldn't even bring himself to sleep with anyone.

After half a month of this, Joseph began to think of the situation as a whole. It was no lie that he got himself into the situation, but surely there is a way to prove that he was ready to put that behind him.

And finally, after a month of avoiding you, he knocked on your door on Saturday night. You were hesitant to let him in, but eventually gave in.

"I'm sorry for avoiding you....I just-"

You shook your head "There is no need im....sure it hurt."

He stopped closing his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing. "Look I just need you to know...I'm going to prove to you that I'm serious about you." His eyes met yours. You have never seen him so serious. "I don't care how long it takes or what I have to do. I will prove it to you."

You stared at him your mouth opening slightly before closing again. You looked away from him trying to come up with something to say.

"You don't have to say anything. I just...wanted you to know." He walked towards the door feeling slightly more relieved than has in a long time.

"I hope you're serious...I hope you prove us wrong."

Now he was more confident than more. Leaving with a smile and a promise to keep.

#sunny day jack #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #x reader #yandere x reader #something's wrong with sunny day jack x reader #sunny day jack x reader #swwsdj x reader #joesph cullman #somethings wrong with sunny day jack joseph l #joseph x reader #sdj joseph #joseph haberdae #joseph cullman #joesph x reader #joesph cullman x reader

[forhereyesonlyyy]

your love. // stayc, pse. // one-shot.

in which you visit your girlfriend sieun after months of not being around each other, and you both find it hard to control repressed emotions after sieun goes overboard during your moment alone.

word count: 8.4k.

author’s note: my first stayc one-shot!!! i gotta be honest with ya'll i started writing this during asap era but towards the end i kind of lost motivation to continue so that's why it's a bit dragged on because i kinda just started saying anything sihdskfh BUT!!! THIS IS A WORK MADE WITH LOVE!!! i absolutely adore my stayc and girls and i cannot wait for teenfresh GIVE ME THE SONG OF THE LATE SUMMER MY GIRLS!!! p.s. i'm sorry this is sooooo long like omg...

tags: wlw, established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff towards the end, sieun fucks up, seeun the bestest best friend evver it's true.

warnings: suggestive at one point.

You got the genius idea when you were in your bathroom, staring blankly back at your reflection as you lazily brushed your teeth. You’ve been counting, as lame as that sounds, and in preparation for her upcoming comeback with her group, Sieun has been gone for months too long for you to endure. You missed her badly, but it wasn’t like she has been ignoring you or only talked to you once in a blue moon. No, Sieun always made sure that she texted you or call you during her downtime and in return, when you aren’t drowning in schoolwork, you send her some pictures of your face just to make sure that she doesn’t forget what you look like.

Sieun sends you some photos and even videos as well, and some late-night calls really makes you feel a lot less lonely. But of course you will always want more than that. You don’t even want to think about how long it has been since you last hugged or kissed or simply just looked at your dear girlfriend. And so, that one night, while you were brushing your already incredibly spotless teeth, you decided to surprise Sieun while she’s filming the music video with her members for the lead single of their latest album.

Sieun had told you a week before that they would start filming soon, and that day was today. That time was now, actually. You had arrived at the studio where the filming was taking place, and you’ve already informed some nearby staff about your galaxy brain surprise plan. Now you were just hoping that none of the louder girls spot you and make a scene. As much as you loved the members, you hoped that things would roll smoothly just this once.

You spot Sieun’s gorgeous strawberry blonde hair from a distance, and she was sitting on a chair chatting with a stylist. In front of her sat Sumin and Yoon, and against all of your wishes, Yoon had made eye contact with you and Sumin, sweet as ever, smiled so big upon seeing you. You immediately put your index finger over your lips for damage control and thankfully the two girls recognized the message and pretended you didn’t exist.

You continue making your way behind your sitting girlfriend but then you come to a halt when she suddenly raises her phone. You quickly hid behind a particularly tall staff member, who tried his best to not crack up as you did so. You peeked over the staff’s shoulder and of course, Sieun was indeed taking a picture of herself. Once she was finished, she brought the phone back down to her lap and finally, you make your move.

Just before you could put your chin on your girlfriend’s shoulder, you suddenly remember that you are only supposed to be Park Sieun’s good friend (Y/N). Scrapping every single one of your plan to surprise Sieun with a kiss or a hug, you stood frozen on your spot with a new plan. Sieun raises her phone for another picture and since you were literally right behind her chair, you were in the camera as well. You put up a peace sign and on the picture Sieun took, it really just looked like you photobombed her.

It took Sieun a few seconds but then she finally spots you on the picture and quickly turns around, then she confirms that yes, you are actually there.

“(Y/N), oh my God!” Sieun stands up from her chair and runs to engulf you in a tight hug. You felt your heart swell upon feeling your girlfriend’s warmth and if it weren’t for all the people around the two of you, you probably would have broke down in tears because you were not one to control your emotions well. Especially right in front of Sieun, the most important person in your life. You hold back on the hug and made it look as platonic as you could, but then Sieun leans back, keeping her arms around your neck, and ever so slightly her clear eyes shifted from your own down to your lips. You look at her, and you knew that if this embrace lasts for even one more second, you would risk ruining her life forever. So you stepped back, forcing an awkward grin on your lips.

“When did you get here?” Sieun asked. Her tone was shaky and unsure, it seems like she realized her own mistake. She had no idea how much it ate you up inside that you couldn’t even talk to each other publicly without fearing that everything will fall apart.

“Just ten minutes ago. I would’ve arrived earlier but I stopped by the nearest coffee shop and got you and the girls some pastries,” You paused. You didn’t know how strict the company was with the members’ diet, but now that you were here, you realized that you... didn’t really care. Even idols should enjoy food without worrying about gaining some pounds! Come on now, it’s even in your song, STAYC! “You can eat it on your break, or take it home. Just please, I don’t know, eat.” You said.

Sieun takes the box of pastries from your hands, and the brief touch of your fingers was enough to tug at your heartstrings. Your girlfriend turns to put away the pastries, and you take the time to look around the set. J was in the middle of filming her individual scenes, and Seeun and Isa were fooling around with a camera off to the side. It was most likely content for their fans. Looking back at Yoon and Sumin, they were focused on glossing over the delicious food you bought for them and argued about who gets which donut. From near them, Sieun gestures you to come over and so you did.

You sat on the chair across the three girls and hugged your backpack close to your chest. You had another gift, but it was for Sieun and you wanted to give it to her when you two were given a moment of privacy, if ever.

“(Y/N)! You didn’t have to waste your money and get these for us! You should’ve treated yourself instead.” Sumin says. Yoon mutters some words, but you couldn’t understand her since she was munching on a croissant.

You waved your hand, “It’s alright, I don’t mind. Sieun told me you girls have been working really hard for this comeback so I just thought that I could give you all a little something.”

Yoon swallows and wipes the corners of her mouth with a tissue, “Well, I’m glad you did because I have been craving sweet stuff for months! You should come more often! Sieun-unnie, tell (Y/N) to come more often.” The second youngest insists, nudging the second eldest’s shoulder.

Sieun only laughs at the younger girl’s orders, but you know in her heart that it’s what she wants too. There are times where the two of you can spend some solid time together whether it may be outside on a park or just at the comfort of your home. But unfortunately, most of the time, your schedules just don’t work out. When Sieun has a day off, you’re busy with assignments and school-related stuff. Sometimes, Sieun would visit you but even then you would be so distracted that you barely even look at her.

And of course, when you’re not doing much, Sieun is practicing and taking dancing and vocal lessons. You were convinced that the universe was doing its best to tear the two of you apart and there was a time that you almost succumbed to giving up, but you pulled through because you trusted Sieun, and it would break you to just leave her when you know that this was just a small obstacle that the two of you can jump over. Maybe even smash through.

You glanced down on your half-open backpack, and inside there was a red rectangular box with a pink bow tied to it. You chew on your bottom lip, now second guessing your choice. Was a necklace too predictable? You were pretty sure that you have bought Sieun lots of jewelry before, what if she thinks that you put no effort into searching for the perfect gift at all? That was literally your worst nightmare.

While staring holes through the red box, a pair of arms wrapped around your neck from behind and you turn around to see who it was.

“Aw, babe, is that for me? How sweet of you.” Seeun jokes, looking at the content inside your backpack. You rolled your eyes and closed your backpack before gently pushing Seeun away. Having mothers who are friends, you and Seeun were just as close despite having a two-year age difference. Seeun was just a fun person to be around and that was exactly why she was your best friend. You hadn’t known her for a while until your mothers introduced the two of you.

Seeun was the reason you even got to know Sieun on a personal standpoint. You had only seen Sieun on tv until one day, you stopped by their company building for a quick visit and tour from Seeun herself when Sieun happened to be practicing diligently with Sumin, and it all started from there.

“Sure. I would totally give my girlfriend her surprise gift in front of everyone.” You replied sarcastically. Seeun giggles and hugs you again, saying something about how glad she was that you came to visit her and everyone else.

(While you were catching up with Seeun, Sieun was quietly twiddling her thumbs beside Sumin. But of course you don’t see that because you were too busy laughing with your friend. Sieun hated feeling like this, especially towards one of her girls. But she missed you too much, and making her watch you get touchy and chatty with someone else was a lot to ask for.)

After that, Sieun was asked to make her way to the set since it was her turn to film for her individual scenes. You smile at her and mouthed some words of encouragement. Sieun smiles back briefly before going to where the director had told her to stand.

While you certainly enjoyed seeing Sieun in action, whether it may be singing or dancing or acting, you found it quite unfortunate that you couldn’t get to talk much. You loved Seeun, she was your best friend and she makes you laugh like crazy but you just miss Sieun so much. You hoped that sometime this day the two of you will be given a moment to talk. Even a minute would be enough. You just needed to feel connected to her again.

To avoid being a downer for the rest of your visit, you decided to bond with the other members of STAYC. Besides Sieun and Seeun, Isa was the third closest person to you. Not only was she extremely kind towards you, but her overall good-natured aura was almost magnetic. You always find yourself clinging to her because she made you feel good inside. Sieun does not get jealous over that because everyone knew Isa had that effect. Even Sieun herself gets drawn to her.

“She’s great, isn’t she?” Isa asked, watching Sieun work diligently with the camera. You smiled proudly at your girlfriend as the whole directing crew whooped to encourage her. You hadn’t realized that you didn’t reply to Isa as Sieun had completely captivated you. Looking at your smile and the way your eyes were quite literally glued to Sieun, Isa finds herself grinning.

“Do you like her?”

The question completely caught you off guard. You nearly snapped your neck when you turned your head to look at the older girl because from the way she said it, Isa sounded like she knew.

“S-Sieun?” You ended up blurting out. Well, now you looked like a fool. Every member’s eyes were on you, although Yoon did look quite funny since she was still eating some bread. Isa tilts her head innocently. She has no idea what she has just done, bless her heart.

“Yes. You look like you’re her biggest fan. I bet she’s your favorite member.” Isa said. Upon realizing that you might have overreacted, you then mentally slap yourself for getting all jittery and nervous. Because of course Isa wouldn’t guess it that easily. You like to think that you and Sieun have been pretty successful with the whole secret dating thing. The two of you have been official since before STAYC even debuted, albeit just a few months! And not one person has even got a hint that you and Sieun were closer than you like to show to others.

Seeun shakes her head, “That’s impossible! I’m your best friend, therefore I should be your favorite member.”

“No. Me and (Y/N) have the same exact interests. If she were just a regular fan and not our friend, I bet she would like me a lot.” J argued, and so STAYC scream over on top of each other to debate which member you like the most. Only if they knew... but they really shouldn’t.

(From the distance, Sieun watches you grin from ear to ear watching the members fight for your affection. This time, she wasn’t feeling jealous. She felt her heart growing heavy. Not with envy, but rather... love.)

When the mess managed to pass and the girls got serious since they still had some work to do, you asked a staff member to point where the washroom was and thanked them when they provided you with some directions. You must’ve eaten something bad before leaving your house since you were in a hurry. Bringing your bag along, you started following the directions the staff member gave you but then a hand tugs on your sleeve, stopping you from making another step.

“Leaving already?” Sieun asked, retracting her hand slowly. Some of the girls were already changing their outfits, while the others were going over the choreography as they were going to film the group dance clip.

“Oh, no. I was just about to go to the washroom. Well... then I was going to come back and say goodbye because my mom wants my help with some groceries,” You replied. Sieun nods, and then she goes quiet. It seems like she couldn’t get the words out of her throat. You understood why to some extent, maybe, but you did wonder why Sieun would feel nervous around you of all people. “Are you okay? Do you need something?” You asked, concerned.

Sieun shakes her head, then she cautiously looks around. You imitate her actions, trying to understand why she was suddenly like this. Sieun suddenly pushes you into an unknown corner where not even one person would dare to look at or walk by, and then she grabs your face with her hands and kisses you softly.

This was certainly new. The two of you agreed to not even be five meters close whenever you’re around just to avoid speculations, except for ‘platonic’ hugs, but here Sieun was, kissing you in public! Not that you were complaining, your mind was too hazed and all you wanted to do was kiss your girlfriend, so you do exactly that.

You’ve nearly forgotten what Sieun’s lips tasted like. The familiar cherry-flavored chapstick she wore all the time comes back to you, and you couldn’t help but pull her closer just so you can never forget about it ever again. Sieun puts her hands on your shoulders, and you feel her clutch your sweater. It almost felt like she was angry, maybe she was. Maybe she was mad about how things had to be this way, how things had to be so unfair to the both of you.

But of course, you would always be there to remind her that it’s all going to be worth it. Because at the end of the day, you have each other and the harder things get, the more the two of you hold on and the more you never wanna let go. You will always end up like this: in each other’s arms and sharing your love for one another through kisses, or maybe something as simple as a look.

Sieun was the first to break the kiss, she wraps her arms around your neck and presses her forehead against yours, “You have no idea how much I missed you.” She whispered. It sounded like she was on the verge of crying and it broke your heart.

“That’s why I’m here. I just couldn’t wait until the next time you sneak out of your dorm to come to my house.” You confessed, laughing. Sieun had told you through text about how much she feels bad whenever she lies to her members just to see you and plus, you realized that it has been her that was making an effort to see you most often than the other way around so this genius surprise plan of yours was partly made so that you could give her a break.

“I’m glad you did, I couldn’t wait either... I actually wanted to surprise you after today’s filming was done,” Sieun leans further back to look into your eyes. You raised an eyebrow. Of course that was to be expected from Sieun, but you didn’t think she would do it on a work day! “Yeah, I was going to go straight to your house and bother you until you get sick of me.” Sieun joked.

“Now I wish I just stayed put then, I would love for you to try and get me to get rid of you which, spoiler alert, would never ever happen, just saying.” You replied. You leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on top of your girlfriend’s nose.

Sieun hums, “How are you so sure?” She asked, genuinely curious. You couldn’t even believe that she was asking such a question.

“I always want to be with you,” You answered. You kiss Sieun’s lips, but it was short and quick much to her dismay. You laughed a little, and then you hugged her tightly. “I love you.”

It wasn’t the first time you said that, of course not. But it has felt so long since you voiced it out, so much that it feels like it’s the first time, but that was okay. The first time you said those three words, you heart was beating out of your chest and you voice was shaking from nervousness, having been overwhelmed by your own emotions at the time.

Back then, you were in over your head trying to figure out if Sieun felt the same about you because you really were hopelessly in love. And even though she did say it back before and has since been saying the words first sometimes, you were nervous at her reply. Will she just smile at you? Will she leave? Will she just kiss you and then leave? Do you still feel the same?

“I love you so much more.”

Your heart bends, breaks, and heals all at once at your love’s response. It was something that only Sieun could make you feel.

“Good.” You kiss her again. Again, and again until Sieun couldn’t help but laugh. You missed seeing her beautiful smile with your own eyes, and hearing her laugh over the phone didn’t give you the same butterflies as it would face-to-face. How you wished the two of you could just have a whole week— no, that would be too short. You wished that you could be with Sieun for a whole summer because what better way to spend your favorite season than being with your favorite person?! Obviously you had to stop being a brat about your situation and eat it up, but you were Sieun’s biggest fan and you simply had nothing to blame but... the timing of it all.

You briefly glance behind Sieun and your heart nearly drops to your stomach when you spot Yoon’s tall figure passing by, looking confused. With all your heart, you prayed to the Gods that the second youngest wouldn’t dare to enter your little corner. Mostly because you didn’t want anything to cut your moment with Sieun shorter than it has to be.

“Jayoon is going to talk, and they’re all going to start looking for you,” You said. Sieun hums, not seeming to care at all. Her left cheek was pressed against your right shoulder, her lips just barely grazing against your neck, making you shiver. Right. When Sieun misses you too much, she tends to get drunk with... impulse. You weren’t any different, but at least you had more restraint to not commit to doing monkey business in public! “What’s going to be your excuse?” You asked, trying to take your mind off of the trail of kisses Sieun was leaving up your neck.

“What are you trying to do?” Sieun asked, her breath tickling that funny spot behind your ear that she knows pushes you closer to giving in to her.

You hear footsteps getting closer and you start panicking, “One more second away from the set and I swear we get closer to basically telling everyone we’re gonna get married and have three kids, one named after Chaeyoung.”

“Hm. I guess we better do this quickly, then.” Sieun’s hands somehow finds a way to slip under your sweater, and you flinch backwards, both angry and shocked at how your girlfriend was being so careless at the moment.

You try to let her off easy, “Babe, if you can wait four long months then surely you can hold on for a few hours more.” You said. Sieun narrows her eyes, and you just knew that this was going to be bigger than it has to be. But you felt the need to remind Sieun just what she was trying to risk for something so... invaluable. At least that was how you saw it.

“(Y/N), you’re going to have to learn to just take the chance because what if we never get it again? I’m going to start promotions with the girls soon and, as you always seem to be, you’re going to be drilled with schoolwork and when you are, I don’t even feel like there’s a relationship to be lost!” Sieun spat. Again, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing from your girlfriend, but this time for a very different reason.

You grit your teeth, trying to clear your head and avoid saying anything that might make this tiny flame a devastating inferno, “I’m just saying that this isn’t the time nor the place to do this kind of thing, Sieun. I mean... I’m sure it would take some darn good eyes to spot us but what should we do if that happens? Have you ever thought of a way to deal with the consequences? Think about what you’re going to lose! We can’t keep getting away with a ‘near miss’, you know that.” You said.

“You know, one thing I realized about you while we were apart is you are way too invested in making sure that I keep being a singer. That’s sweet, honey, but I have to ask: are you in this for me or my career?” Sieun’s words had tore a hole in your heart, almost literally.

“How could you say that? I—” You briefly paused and kept your voice down to avoid drawing any attention. “I love you.”

(Sieun hears the sincerity in your tone and it eats her up inside.)

“You’ve worked your whole life to get to this point, I don’t want you to throw it all away for something that is worth nothing, or for someone like me,” You take your girlfriend’s hands with yours and you hold them tightly. As if you never want to let go. “We can do whatever you want when you visit me later, okay?” You hoped that this would be enough to stop all the bad feelings and the arguing, but you knew in your heart that the two of you would have to talk about it again in a more civic and mature way.

Sieun slowly pulls her hands away, and God were you so scared of what her next words implied, “There are a lot of things in my life that I can willingly and wholeheartedly throw away my dream for, one of those things is you, (Y/N). You say you love me, but I guess not to the same extent that I love you.”

Something inside you ticks off and once again, you grit your teeth to control your temper. Civil and mature conversation. Civil and mature conversation. Come on, (Y/N), that’s what we’re going for here.

While you were yelling at yourself about keeping calm, Sieun had already started walking back to the set. She apologized to the director and had told everybody that she took it upon herself to show you where the bathroom was. You were left standing alone in that dark corner in utter disbelief. You would have started crying if it weren’t for the fact that you had to leave in approximately five minutes.

You didn’t give yourself a chance to think about what had just happened with Sieun, you were saving that for midnight. Before you could leave the studio, however, you managed to slip the red rectangular box inside Sieun’s bag undetected and finally, you headed home.

-

Sieun did not visit you.

Not that you really care, not after what went down in the studio. Still, it couldn't be helped that you feel hollow inside your heart. It was the first time Sieun did not visit you when she said that she would. Regardless of whether or not the two of you got into a heated argument, Sieun does not let it last for longer than an hour and takes it upon herself to fix burned bridges.

You thought about apologizing first, but you were afraid that you would be distracting Sieun from her work and you didn't want to make things worse for your relationship. So, you stayed quiet for the whole afternoon. Literally. Even your mother noticed that you weren't talking much, but she didn't say anything about it, which you were thankful for.

You got a message from Seeun an hour after you left. She talked about how everyone was sad that you were only there for such a short time. You didn't give her a reply, mostly because you didn't have the energy to do so. After you helped your mother arrange the groceries, you spent the next few hours sitting on the living room couch and watching endless reruns of old dramas. Occasionally you would open the single novel sitting on top of the coffee table, but you would always find yourself looking back on your phone, hoping that Sieun would at least tell you that she got home safely with the girls.

So far into the evening, nothing.

You sighed, hugging your knees close to your chest. You stared at the tv screen and nearly gagged at the sight of a couple kissing in the most awkward way possible. How typical. You groaned since you reached another ending of an episode and you still haven't moved from your spot due to lack of motivation.

At some point, you spaced out. You started thinking of ways to make it up to Sieun when you inevitably see her again, and you had several scenarios in your head playing out that you didn't notice that your front door had been unlocked and opened. Instinctively, you grabbed the remote and prepared yourself to throw it at the unfortunate burglar that has broken into your home.

“(Y/N)...”

You blink and you realized that it was not a burglar that has broken into your home. Instead, it was the very same girl you had been thinking about the whole day, always. Well, she didn't break into the house. You had completely forgotten about the spare key you allowed Sieun to have. It's been a while since she visited, that's why.

“Sieun...?” You were going to sleep crying about how messy things were between you and your girlfriend, but the she shows up in your house at nearly ten in the evening without warning and you find yourself quite a mess inside your head. There she stood on the other end of the couch, disheveled and exhausted. Possibly from running. You clutched on to the blanket covering your legs, you wanted to wrap it around your girlfriend’s figure to keep her warm, but there were a million questions circling your brain that you couldn’t move from your seat.

Why didn’t she call you? She should be resting and preparing herself for the second day of filming, why is she here? Did she actually run from the dormitory to your house? Is she insane?!

Sieun exhales deeply and sits down on the spot beside you. Without a word, she slowly leans her head on your shoulder and rests it there, her hand finding its own way to yours. You release the tension from your shoulders and relaxed, leaning back. You tried to keep yourself focused on the drama in front of you, just to give Sieun a moment to collect herself and finally talk, but a shining object on your peripheral vision has forced you to turn your head and look down at your girlfriend.

To your surprise, Park Sieun was wearing the necklace you had bought for her.

“I’m shocked to see you didn’t throw it away,” You joked. Sieun was wearing some sweats, a shirt, and a jacket. It was obvious that she was getting ready to settle down for the night and put everything that happened in the afternoon somewhere inside her brain where she didn’t have to think about it until later, but something gave her the energy to just come to you. Until she speaks about it, you won’t ask, but boy was the curiosity killing you. “Most people wouldn’t even want to look at anything that reminds them of their lovers after a quarrel.” You muttered.

“It’s from you. I would never throw away any of your gifts over a stupid fight.” Sieun looks up, and from where you were looking, you could see a better view of the necklace. It looked amazing on her, just as you imagined.

The piece of jewel resting between Sieun’s collarbones was that of a sun because, as cheesy as it sounds, you considered Park Sieun as the one who lights your way. And maybe you were just hopelessly in love with her, but whenever she comes into your vision, everything just seems brighter. Other than that, Park Sieun is a small girl who was fed a boatload of talent as she was growing up. You’ve seen what she can do, and you had no doubt that she is one of the most promising idols in the industry. Just as the sun is one of the brightest stars in the galaxy.

You hear Sieun release a shaky breath and despite the entertaining scene playing in the television, her eyes dwelled up with tears. It felt like your heart was being trampled under someone’s feet and you had no choice but to watch.

“(Y/N), I’m really sor—”

You turn the television off and stood up, abruptly interrupting Sieun. That was on purpose, you were not going to have the talk in a living room couch where your mother could easily walk down and overhear. There was nothing for either of you to worry about since your mother knew of your relationship and was respectful and supportive, but you felt that this was something that should stay between you and Sieun.

You turn around to face your girlfriend. Tears had already started streaming down her beautiful bare face, and you gently wipe them away with your thumbs. You then took Sieun’s hand and nodded your head to the stairs, “Let’s go up. I’ll get the bath ready.”

-

As warm as the water kept you, goosebumps still managed to show themselves on your skin as Sieun started discarding her clothes to the side. You keep your eyes on the faucet, distracting yourself by making scenarios of droplets of water talking to each other in very high-pitched voices in your head. This makes you smile and laugh, but then Sieun joins you in the bathtub and suddenly the droplets of water started screaming in panic. Some even fainted and evaporated, how dark.

Sieun sits in the space between your legs and she hugs her own close to her chest. You rest your chin on her shoulder and wrapped your arms around her waist, holding her tight. She had pulled her hair up in the neat bun, exposing her smooth neck. You felt like kissing her.

Should you start talking? You invited Sieun to join you in the bathroom in hopes of talking in a more private space, but now you were actually in a loss for words.

“What I tried doing earlier,” Sieun speaks. You hum in response, taking one of her hands from under the water and intertwining your fingers. “It was wrong. Not because we were at... risk of being caught, but because I was pressuring you to do something against your will. It doesn’t matter if I missed you like crazy, it was terrible of me to do. I’m—” Sieun turns her head, and her eyes soften at the sight of your gentle look.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers.

“It’s okay,” You replied. You know Sieun would never force you into anything you didn’t want to do in her right mind, she promised you herself as soon as the two of you made things official. “But I understand.” You continued.

“There’s no excuse as to why I would—”

“Let me finish, babe,” You thought about all the times Sieun had to watch you do anything but sit down and talk with her on a day where the two of you were supposed to spend some quality time together after weeks of being apart. And then you thought about the times where you were too reluctant to go on a date outside with Sieun and wasted a free day due to fear of having everything fall apart for her. I’ve been quite the coward. “I think I was being too critical about hiding the fact that we’re dating. You’re the one who makes the most effort to make meetings happen... but I get too scared and before I realize, you’re leaving again and we’ve done nothing.”

“(Y/N)—”

“And then I have the nerve to blame you and your work and the industry when it was me who was slowly ruining this relationship all along. I— How are you not sick of me?” You absolutely hated how you let every good opportunity slip away, how you might have made Sieun feel that she wasn’t in a relationship, how you were never the ‘good lover’ you always wanted to believe you were. You wanted to change, but how will you ever get rid of the feeling that follows whenever you do something even remotely romantic with Sieun in public?

The feeling that you will ruin Sieun’s life, as well as your best friend’s, and that everyone will hate you for it. That Sieun will hate you for it.

“You were protecting me. I appreciate what you do for me and I always will,” Sieun cups your cheeks and leaves soft kisses all over your face. Your heart swells with sadness and the remaining bits of frustration over your past actions, but Sieun’s presence keeps those emotions at bay and eventually your heart was as light as a feather. “I would never hate you for doing what you think is the best for us. You’re my everything, (Y/N).”

Sieun kisses you, and while it was less intense than the one you shared earlier, it holds the same passion and feeling. It was a bit awkward considering that there wasn’t a lot of space for either of you to work in, but you didn’t care about that. All you wanted to do was cherish this moment and never let go of it just yet. There were a lot of things that Sieun made you feel. There was probably no way you can express them all verbally, but you hoped that this kiss would be enough to give Sieun a hint of your true feelings for her.

There wasn’t a limit when it comes to how much you should love a person, and it would be impossible to measure anyway because you knew that every passing second, you love for Sieun grows so much that it could beat the size of the universe.

“We don’t have to hide a lot anymore,” Sieun says after a while, leaning her back into your chest. You blinked, what does that mean? “The girls know.”

Your blood runs cold, “T-They...?”

Sieun nods, “Even the staff.” What the hell? I guess we weren’t as slick as we thought.

Sieun sighs blissfully and relaxes in your embrace. You raised an eyebrow, “You seem awfully calm about all of this.” You said. You thought that Sieun would be as nervous as you are right now. Hell, you were even preparing a whole speech in your head just in case there comes a time where you would have to defend your relationship against the world.

“Yeah, it’s good that they know.” Sieun says, and the content smile plastered on her face was enough to make you believe her words.

-

[A few hours earlier...]

“Rest well, girls. You’ll have a long day tomorrow.”

The members of STAYC thank their manager and bowed politely before making their way inside their dormitory. Immediately, Yoon and Seeun flop down on the couch, groaning about how their legs could not work anymore. Sumin heads straight to the kitchen, already thinking of what to make for dinner. J joins Yoon and Seeun on the couch, comforting them while also teasing them about their ever-deteriorating stamina.

Isa and Sieun were the last to enter. They were silent, and that, Isa thought, was weird in a way.

“What would you all like to have for dinner?” Sumin asks from the kitchen, staring intently at the contents inside the refrigerator as if her desired ingredients would appear if she just stares longer.

“We want—”

A door slams shut, making Yoon flinch and stop talking. Everyone turns their head to the front door and Sieun was nowhere to be found. She had stomped inside her shared room with Isa, J, and Seeun without a word. Isa sighs, contemplating whether she should apprehend Sieun about her behavior or leave her to her thoughts.

Sumin pokes her head out, “Does anybody know what’s going on with her?” She asked. Everybody shrugged, all of them had a different answer they all voiced out.

“Alright. Well, we can’t eat good dinner with a dark cloud above our heads! Yeeun, you’re on grocery duty with me. Chaeyoung, Seeun, and Jayoon, do what you do best and make Sieun smile.” Sumin said, grinning. She and Yeeun leave the dormitory once again, and the rest of the girls were left in the living room feeling clueless.

They all shared a look and then they just knew what to do.

Isa knocks on the door and as expected, Sieun doesn’t answer. Carefully, Isa opens the door and there they found Sieun sitting on her bed, staring at the floor with a dark look on her face. Yoon almost aborted the mission, having been scared of the thought of getting close to Sieun when’s angry, but Seeun keeps her with her and Isa as they tiptoed their way inside the room.

“Hi, unnie.” Seeun said, smiling at the older girl. Sieun looks at her, but doesn’t smile back. Seeun was starting to think that maybe Yoon was right to try and run away from the task. Isa, however, was determined.

The third eldest decided to be frank, “Trouble in paradise?” She asked.

“I just... I think I messed up with— wait, what did you say?” Sieun snaps her head up, now looking at Isa with wide eyes.

“You and (Y/N). You fought, didn’t you?” Isa asks again, making it clear to Sieun that yes, she knows exactly what she is talking about.

Sieun looks at the younger girls and she finds herself in utter disbelief, “You knew?”

Yoon nods, “We’ve all known for a while, actually. Seeun-unnie was the first one, and being Seeun-unnie she accidentally spilled it on us... but it wouldn’t really take a genius to find out about you and (Y/N).” She said. Sieun releases a heavy sigh, then she laughs at herself. All that effort just to find out that the girls have known all along. She didn’t know whether to think it was funny or sad for her, but at least she isn’t being yelled at.

“How...? And when?” Sieun directed the question to Seeun.

Seeun sits on the spot next to the second eldest and tries to remember the exact moment she found out about the not-so-secret relationship, “When we weren’t so busy, (Y/N) came over and played with me and Yeeun for a bit. You were in your room, so you didn’t know that she was here yet. Yeeun and I went to the kitchen to grab some snacks, but then I forgot to ask (Y/N) what she wanted to have. So, I went back to the living room to talk to her and... well,” Seeun grins at the memory. It was one of the moments where her heart felt so full at the sight of your smile. Don’t get her wrong, it wasn’t anything romantic. You were her best friend and if you were happy, she was happy. “She had this big dumb smile on her face while she was staring at her phone and I wondered what could be the cause of that. Turns out that she was going crazy over a cheesy message you sent at the time. I send her the same messages and she just replies with the vomit emoji, but when it was you... I have never seen her so happy.”

Sieun blushes. While she doesn’t remember that exact time, she felt rather reassured after hearing Seeun’s words. “Why didn’t you say anything to me? To us? You know, we were breaking our backs trying to hide it from everybody.” The second eldest sighed.

Seeun thinks hard about it. She knew in her heart that she would’ve confronted the couple about it, not only because she finds pleasure in teasing her tough best friend but mostly because she was over the moon about the two of you finding happiness in one another.

“I don’t know... I guess I felt like I would be intruding— or maybe I thought your hard work would be wasted. Something like that,” Seeun shrugs, giggling about her lack of a clear answer. “But just so you know, I didn’t actually tell the girls about you and (Y/N)! I’m not a snitch! I just... said some small things and they were smart enough to figure it out!” Seeun defends herself, playfully glaring at Yoon.

“No, Jayoon was right. Perhaps we really were a little too obvious about it. Mostly me, probably.” Sieun says, sighing. Not even Seeun visits you in your own home often and you’re practically joined by the hip! And how does Seeun know whenever Sieun was at your place? Well, she could always tell when you’re occupied (you really just don’t respond to the hundred old pictures of Richie she sends), and Sieun always makes sure to make herself look extra pretty on the days she would sneak out to meet up with you.

“Alright, well, now that that’s out of the way, what happened between the two of you in that little corner?” Isa asked, sitting down on the bed across Sieun’s. The second eldest finds herself feeling extremely embarrassed now that she knows that Isa, and probably all of the girls, know where the two of you decided to hide that time. God knows what else they could’ve seen.

“Other than, you know, the kissing.” Yoon commented.

“Please don’t... bring that up.” Sieun shakes her head, flustered. Both Seeun and Yoon sit down on either side of Sieun, making kissing noises to tease her endlessly. Isa sits on the bed across from Sieun's, laughing at the younger girls' antics.

Sieun covers her face with her hands, groaning, "I went... overboard. N-Nothing happened but... fuck, I— I missed her. And she was there, and I just wanted to feel close to her again. It wasn't the right time, I know, but that's not the point. I got mad and I yelled and I said all these horrible things to her and... and now I don't know if I can even face her." She was in complete distraught.

The two of you have fought before, sure. But neither of you have let it gone for this long and let it go this bad. Sieun knows that she has to talk to you, that she has to be the one to apologize because she was the one in the wrong, but she is so, so scared of what you might say to her. A cold and unforgiving look did not suit the sweet eyes Sieun has gotten to love so much but with the state she left you, Sieun thinks that the worst might just happen the next time you two see each other.

You were the best thing that's ever happened to her. All her life she felt that something was missing. Even achieving her greatest dream did not make that hollow feeling go away. Then she met you, and slowly all the pieces of her incomplete puzzle started coming together.

Sieun feels tears building up in her eyes and clutches on her bed tightly, "I don't want lose (Y/N). I can't lose her."

Yoon caresses the older girl's back to comfort her, pouting at Sieun's pitiful sight. Isa only stares, sighing and finding herself thinking of ways to help Sieun. Seeun stands up and grabs Sieun's bag from floor. Sieun doesn't say anything when the younger girl fishes through her bag. She didn't have the strength to do anything at all.

Seeun cracks a proud smile on her pretty face when she successful finds the red box inside Sieun's bag. Everyone in the room perks up at the sight of the unfamiliar object. Seeun gently places the box on Sieun's lap.

"It's from (Y/N), obviously," Seeun takes off the cover and reveals the beautiful sun necklace you've bought for her. The jewel seemed to shine brightly under the light, and Yoon mutters something about it being the prettiest necklace she has ever seen. "(Y/N) is very... simple. Traditional. Not that it's a bad thing. I meant that... her love isn't anything grand, but that's what make her so appealing. She's my best friend so I can say that." Seen clasps the necklace behind Sieun and admired it. You really did have the best taste in jewelry.

"My point is you don't have to make a song, or tell her a poem to fix all this. Just, you know, be there and say sorry," Seeun sits back down beside Sieun, smiling at her. "She's hurting right now too. I think it would help if you were there." Seeun glances at her own phone, frowning at the realization that you haven't replied to her messages at all.

Sieun touches the sun-shaped jewel resting on her collarbone, and it made her think of you — her very own star, shining down on her when everything gets dark. The one person who she knows will always be there when she needs them, the one person who will love her and care for her unconditionally. She couldn't afford to lose you, your love, your very randomly-timed gifts, your smile, your laugh, and that future that Sieun so badly wanted with you.

"I... I need to go." Sieun doesn't even wait for a reply from her members. She sprints out of the room, barely able to grab the keys to your house as she did so, put on her sneakers in record speed before dashing out of the dorms.

The crisp, cold air hits Sieun's face while she races down the street she knows all too well, but she knew a world without you in her life would be colder, and it would hurt more. Sieun held the sun jewel in her hand while she ran, lungs begging for air and legs begging for a stop but she couldn't. She had to see you. And be with you again.

Everything was about you, and for you. It always will be, for Sieun.

Finally, Sieun comes to a stop at your front porch. The curtains were drawn, but she could faintly see the drama being played on the television and the dim light coming from your kitchen. Sieun hoped it wasn't your mother because she would have too much of an explaining to do. Sieun approaches your front door, puts the key inside the lock and turns the doorknob cautiously.

Sieun steps inside the living room and sees you, her girlfriend, all the more ready to attack her with the remote control for the television. She could laugh, but she was too exhausted from all the running she did. And plus, making eye contact with you after everything she did made her so, so weak.

"(Y/N)..." God, she could barely speak your name.

You dropped the remote control on the couch, "Sieun...?" She missed your voice a lot. Sieun releases a deep breath and settles herself beside you, your warmth immediately getting rid of every fear, doubt, and shame in her head. She rested her head on your shoulder and took your hand in hers, intertwining your fingers and holding it tightly. She never wants to let go.

Sieun knew she was a work in progress, but she was willing to do anything for you. Whether it be giving up her dreams, or swallowing her pride, or literally running miles just to see you — for your love was worth having more than any of the stars in the universe, and the universes beyond that.

#girl group scenarios #girl group reactions #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #girl group oneshots #stayc oneshots #stayc imagines #stayc scenarios #stayc reactions #stayc x reader #sieun x reader #sieun imagines #sieun reactions #sieun scenarios #sieun oneshots

[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- Modest Management Suck

2012

Part 20

“We’re about to go out and do some signing” Harry says to the camera

“We’re at Natick Mall in Boston. It’s gonna be really fun, we’ve heard there’s loads and loads of people and we’re very very excited” Niall says as I laugh at Louis pretending to walk down stairs behind us

“Let’s go!” Liam and Harry shout at the same time. We stand behind a door waiting for it to open

“Anyone else feeling nervous?” I ask feeling a slight tingling in my toes and fingers. I can also feel my heart racing

“It’s excitement, you’ll be fine” I hear Richard say. Nodding my head I watch the doors open and I put a smile on my face. I walk behind Harry and in front of Niall just trying to focus on my breathing as we walk through the Mall where so many people are screaming. We all sit down shocked that this many people have come out to see us. The security then let the fans in small groups come over to us. We sigh the books that we had released late last year.

Throughout the whole time I try to keep smiling and my heart racing at bay, but I can always count on my boys for noticing when somethings off. So when we have a little break for something to eat I sit down on the sofa breathing in deeply

“What’s up?” Louis asks frowning as he sits next to me

“I don’t know, my chest hurts” I almost sob “I- I can’t stop shaking, but I’m not cold I’m really warm”

“Paul I don’t think YN should go back out there” Liam says

“No, but Simon…”

“Fuck Simon and what he says” Niall says sitting on my other side

“She’s going out there even if I have to drag her out there” Richard crosses his arms

“Look at her, she can barley breathe” Paul defends

“I think this is makin’ her worse” Harry kneels down and takes a shaking hand in his and gives it a squeeze of reassurance

“She’s going out there and that’s final” with that Richard leaves the room

“Hey jus’ look at me and breath with me” I try to match Harry’s breathing to calm myself down.

Another day another performance. This time is for the Today Show. We arrive on a bus which stops at the Rockefeller Plaza. We all jump off and run to the stage as music is already playing

“New York City make some noise!” Harry yells into his microphone. Immediately WMYB starts playing

“You're insecure, don't know what for. You're turnin' heads when you walk through the door. Don't need makeup to cover up. Bein' the way that you are is enough” Liam starts singing. Harry then turns to look at me and gives me a little encouraging smile since I’ve been feeling so worried and stressed recently

“Everyone else in the room can see it. Everyone else but you”

We all sing the chorus, then it’s Zayn’s turn then mine

“I don't know why you're being shy and turn away when I look into your eyes”…

“One Directions first album has hit number 1 in 6 countries and they could make it 7 this week when Up All Night is released here in the United States. One Direction is Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson and YN YLN. Good morning guys”

“Morning” we all say in unison

“What do you like best about American girls?” the interviewer asks and I roll my eyes at the question. I then spot Richard off to the side shaking his head at me

“They’re very very loud” Liam says which causes everyone to scream

“YN what’s it like for you? Your living every girls dream right now being close to these boys all of the time”

“Your right I am living my dream, but it’s being on stage and singing. I’m just lucky I get to do that with these guys I can call family” I reply

“What’s the best and worst part of this sudden fame?”

“I think for me and I know these guys will probably agree, but I’ve made 5 best friends” Zayn says “the only down side would be that we don’t get to see our friends and family as much” or that our every move is controlled, is what I would love to have added on. We continue on the interview and sing a few more songs.

I stand next to Louis and Harry while our choreographer puts us in our places for rehearsals for the Kids Choice Awards

“I want YN and Zayn to switch” Richard says hands on his hips “we can’t afford more cheating rumours so during this song you have to stay away from each other”

“And what happens when the press say YN and Liam are dating or YN and Niall?” Zayn asks

“We will deal with that if it happens. Harry I’m looking into getting you and Taylor Swift together. Boots both of your careers”

“Are you serious?” Zayn raises his eyebrow “this is ridiculous” he huffs

“Simons wishes, keep rehearsing” Richard then leaves us to carry on rehearsals. I take in a deep breath just as I feel an arm around my shoulder. I look up to see Zayn

“I know, me to” neither Zayn or I have ever liked Richard, but we’ve always tried to keep the peace but it’s getting harder and harder.

#harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x oc #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #6th one direction member #sixth one direction member #one direction x reader #one direction

[vex91]

Ahn Yujin - Fan

Pairing: Ahn Yujin x Female Reader

Fandom: IZ*ONE / IVE

Summary: Yujin took a notice of a fan who was with her for years.

A/N: The way I had this idea when I was about to go to sleep😭😭

3rd's POV

Another fansign. You were on so many that you already felt like an expert about them. This time IVE came back with their first full album "I'VE IVE" and you managed to win a fansign with them again. You don't know how but you always managed to win at least once every comeback ever since you started going on such. IZ*ONE was the group you adored and your favorite member Yujin never failed to make your day better.

You still remember your first fansign. It was during their debut with La Vie En Rose and meeting the members felt like a dream, especially Yujin who radiated positive vibe the moment you saw her. It was so memorable that you made it your mission to go every comeback you could and the only time you couldn't go was when they came back with the Secret Story of the Swan. Your mom got sick and you had to stay and take care of her.

During the time you went to see the members all of them pretty much managed to remember you and you could see how happy they were that they could see you continue supporting them. Out of all of them Yujin was the one who remembered you the most. For some reason everything you talked about stayed in her head. You were Wonyoung's age so you were a year younger than her and when you told her how much you love tteokbokki, she wanted to take you to a restaurant she knew had the best tteokbokki in Seoul.

When you couldn't come during their Secret Story of the Swan promotions, Yujin's mood was definitely a little down but seeing all her fans kept her happy. But when she saw you on their fansign during their Panorama promotions, all her members could see how much more happy she was.

Seeing you during IVE's first fansign meant a lot to her because she could see that no matter what, you will always support her without caring about what group she is in. You coming continued during Love Dive and After Like promotions and Yujin felt herself falling for you even more. Everytime you met even other fans could see from your interactions that you knew each other for a while now. The touches, jokes and smiles you both shared were incredibly obvious for everyone, especially Wonyoung who was witnessing it for the last 4 years.

Finally getting to the day when they released their first full album you couldn't be more proud of all six of them, especially Yujin who was doing a great job as a leader. You got them some presents to congratulate them.

Finally your turn was up and the first member who greeted you was Rei. You sat in front of her and gave her your gift and an album to sign. After having some small talk with her, you proceeded to sit in front of Liz who smiled happily after recognizing you. It continued through Leeseo and Gaeul until you got to Wonyoung who smiled at the sight of you.

"Y/N you came back. I was wondering if you'll show up" You laughed at what she said "You should know by now to not doubt it Wony" Wonyoung giggled at you and sign your album, noticing from the corner of her eye that Yujin couldn't help but look your way a little. She smiled at the sight, it was so obvious to her that Yujin was always excited for the fansign the most because she knew you will be there. Leader's feelings weren't new to her, all IZ*ONE and IVE members pretty much figured out that the puppy had it bad for you.

After talking for a bit Wonyoung gave you a good luck air kiss making you smile at her antics. Finally you sat down in front of Yujin who was already looking at you with her famous eye smile.

"Hello there stranger" She joked just to make you smile more than Wonyoung did, in which she succeeded because you quickly became a smiling mess because of her "Hi there, miss Yujin. It's an honor to see you" You played along with her and hearing that Wonyoung couldn't help but giggle quietly to herself.

"How do I look today? Pretty? Stunning?" Another joke left Yujin's lips and you noticed an occasion to mess more with her as she was signing your album "Yeah, you look okay" Yujin stopped what she was doing and looked at you with her mouth hanging open before crossing her arms, acting offended "Oh wow, wow. I see how it is Y/N" You laughed out loud making Yujin smile despite trying hard to act offended.

"Okay okay, how can I make it up to you?" You asked her and noticed how quiet Yujin became. She leaned on the table that was in front of you both and looked you straight in the eyes with a smirk. The close proximity between you two made you gulp nervously. Why was it suddenly so hot here?

"Go on a date with me" Your eyes widened "What?" "You heard me, go on a date with me. What do you say?" You were shocked to say the least. The Ahn Yujin, the idol you loved for so long, the idol everyone knew and loved in Korea, the one you thought you would never have a chance to even be friends with, wanted to go out with you. You didn't know why and how you got so lucky but you for sure weren't going to waste this chance.

You quickly nodded making her smile proudly before signaling you to give her your arm. She pulled up your sleeve and written down what you could guess was her number before pulling your sleeve down and going back to signing your album, like nothing happened.

"I hope to see you again" And with that you started walking away dumbfounded about what just happened. You looked back to see Yujin still looking at you with that damn smirk, already planning your date in her head. Text me later she mouthed to you and you only could nod at that because your brain was a mess at the moment, not being able to process the fact that for some reason she saw you as something more than just a fan.

Your life was going to get a lot more interesting after this.

#vex writes #ive x reader #ive reactions #iz*one x reader #izone x reader #iz*one reactions #izone reactions #ahn yujin x reader #ahn yujin

[takemebackto-eden]

EM ‘Hey Stranger’ • Chapter One - Black Magic Woman

Chapter summary: A new person in town arrives at Hawkins Record Store.

Content warning: alcohol use, mention of weed.

‘Yes, you’ve got your spell on me, baby, 

You’ve turned my heart into stone, 

I need you so bad, magic woman, I can’t leave you alone’ 

Black Magic Woman - Fleetwood Mac 

Friday / 10:55pm: closing time / Hawkins Record Store

Eddie: [headphones over his ears, listening to Metallica on his cassette tape, muttering to himself] “How did the slushie get on the damn ceiling?” 

Earlier that day:

Dustin and the gang flooded into the record store, noisy and shoving their way through the door, much to the manager’s annoyance. As Dustin and Mike ogled at the busty ladies on the covers of various metal records, El and Max rolled their eyes and shoved them, hard enough to spill slushie all over the floor, and on the ceiling apparently. 

Engrossed in mopping the floor, Eddie didn’t hear the “ring-ring” of the bell above the door signalling a customer’s entrance, despite the lights being dimmed and the ‘closed’ sign turned on the door.

Nina: (quietly) “Excuse me, can you help me please?”

Eddie continued to mop the floor, singing along to himself softly.

Nina: [tapping Eddie on the shoulder] “Excuse me?”

Eddie: [letting out a girlish squeal, throwing the mop in the air, hitting the customer in the face] “Fuck!” 

Nina: [holding her nose in pain, eyes watering, annoyed] “Holy shit, what the fuck man?” 

Eddie: (earnestly, heart racing in shock, disorientated) “Oh fuck, oh shit, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” 

Nina: (sarcastically) “Oh, never better, you just broke my nose!” 

Eddie: [running around the store, searching for tissues for her nose] “I am so sorry, I didn’t see you there, can I get you anything?” 

Nina: [scrunching her nose up, checking for blood] “A new nose maybe?” 

Eddie: (joking)”We just sold our last one this morning, sorry!” 

Eddie inwardly cringed at his poor attempt at a joke, smiling sheepishly at the customer as she gave him a deadpanned stare.

Eddie: (blushing, scratching his neck nervously) “I don’t know why I said that, that was dumb, sorry. Are you okay?” 

Stupid, stupid, stupid, he thought. 

Nina: [blinking away her watery eyes] “It’s okay, it was an accident. I should have knocked.” [Checking the door, seeing the CLOSED sign] “and maybe checked the door,” [joking] “guess we’re both at fault, huh?” 

Eddie: [bewildered] “Sure…” 

The mop lay on the wet floor of the record store. Eddie stood in the puddle, arms dangling limply by his side. He looked at the customer in awe, blushing.

You’re new, he thought. 

It was rare to get girls in the record store. 

Nina: [tugging at her cardigan sleeves, shy under Eddie’s gaze] “I’m looking for an album, I was wondering if you have it in stock? I know it’s past closing time but I’m desperate, and then we can call it even. Cool?” 

Eddie: [feeling nervous, small smile on his face, palms sweaty] “Sure, what are you looking for?” 

Nina: “I’m looking for Rumours by Fleetwood Mac on vinyl, any luck? Mine’s broken.” 

Eddie: [springing into life, false enthusiasm] “Why of course! Here at Hawkins Record Store we’re here to cater to all musical tastes!” 

Eddie skipped over to the back corner of the store, doing dramatic jazz hands in front of the rock section. Nina watched, amused. The corner was decorated with twinkly fairy lights and bohemian wall hangings, and smelled like opium incense.

This is the first place since coming to Hawkins that felt like home, thought Nina.

Nina: [quietly] “Thanks.” 

Eddie stood behind Nina, watching her every move, as she flicked through the vinyls Nina found herself smiling at how adorably awkward the cute shop clerk is. Eddie racked his brain of ways to carry on the conversation.

Eddie: [awkwardly] “So, uh, your last vinyl broke huh? That good, is it?” 

Nina: [shyly] “Oh it broke in some boxes, I’ve just moved here.” [Eyes flicking between Eddie and the vinyls.]

Eddie: “Thought I hadn’t seen you around. I would definitely remember seeing you.” 

Eddie blushed at the realisation of what he said, Nina smiled at his comment. Eddie felt giddy that he made her smile. 

A peaceful quietness settled in the store. Eddie shamelessly checked out the cute customer, ogling at her behind. He shook himself back to reality, embarrassed by dirty staring.

Eddie: [voice squeaky, loud in the quiet room] “Two for one on selected albums!” 

Nina: [turning around, puzzled] “…Sorry?” 

Eddie: [awkwardly] “We, erm, have two for the price of one on certain items. Spring sale, y’know, all that jazz.”

You’re making an idiot of yourself, Eddie thought. 

Nina: [smiling, eager to engage in conversation] “Oh cool, anything you’d recommend?” 

Nina doesn’t know anyone in Hawkins besides Robin and her Mom, and Eddie looked like the sort of friends she had back home. 

Excitement bubbles in Eddie’s stomach. The cute girl is talking to me. Be cool. 

Eddie: [enthusiastically] “A personal favourite of mine is Ride the Lightning, ten out of ten would recommend.” [He pulls the album off the rack, presenting it to her]

Nina: “Wow, ten out of ten, I’ll have to give it a go. But if it sucks, I’m blaming you.” [Nina’s smile widened, fidgeting in her spot under his stare.]

Is she flirting with me? Eddie thought. No, she can’t be. 

Eddie: [attempting to flirt, reciprocating her smile] “I will happily take the blame, though I doubt you’ll be disappointed.” 

Eddie rang up her bill, his mind desperately trying to think of ways to continue the conversation. Instead, they stood quietly as Nina fumbled with her purse.

Nina: [eyeing up Eddie’s name tag on his black shirt] “See you around, Eddie.” [Smiles, picks up her bag and leaves.]

Eddie can’t remember saying goodbye, or anything at all, as she walked out of the store. 

I didn’t even ask her name. 

Eddie finished up mopping the floor, smiling a shit eating dimpled grin to himself. 

Eddie thought about her all weekend, even volunteering to cover other people’s shifts in hopes of seeing her again, to no avail. He even told Dustin about her, to which Dustin mocked his terrible flirting skills and how he forgot to ask her name: branding her mysterious Fleetwood Mac girl. 

Monday / 8:55AM / Hawkins High School. 

Eddie is face down on the lunch table, half asleep, waiting for the 9AM bell to ring. Dustin, Will and Mike exchanging D & D theories. El and Max talking about the Beach Boys, Lucas groaning and rolling his eyes. 

At the next table, Steve is ranting about another failed date, while Nancy and Jonathan joke at his expense. 

The cafeteria is loud, and Eddie is tired. 

The 9AM bell rings, and everyone pours into the hallways to go to the first lesson of the day.

Eddie: [yawning, pulling his books out of his locker, grumpy in the morning.] “Fucking English” [tired] “Who gives a shit what Hemingway says anyway.” 

Robin and Nina make their way down the corridor, on their way to first period.

Eddie chokes on his own spit, hiding himself behind the door of his locker.

Shit shit shit. 

Robin: [smiling, too happy for so early in the morning] “Hey Eddie! Meet my cousin who isn’t actually my cousin, Nina! She’s just transferred here!”

Eddie: [peeping his head around the locker door, a nervous smile on his face, raking his hands through his hair, shy]“Hi.” 

Nina: [amused, smiling] “We’ve met before actually, Eddie here nearly broke my nose.” 

She has blue- no, grey eyes, Eddie thought. 

Eddie: [smiling too, but dying of embarrassment] “I threw a mop at her face.” 

Nice one, dumbass. 

Robin: [looking confused, then laughing] “I’m not going to ask! Come on, I’ll walk you to Maths.” 

Damn, I forgot how cute she was.

As Robin dragged Nina down the corridor, Nina turned around and gave a small wave to Eddie, which Eddie reciprocated, before continuing to laugh merrily down the corridor to Maths. Eddie took a moment to compose himself before slamming his locker door, walking to English.

12:40pm, lunchtime / Hawkins High School cafeteria. 

Eddie’s eyes flick around the room, mind alert, waiting for Nina to enter the cafeteria; eyes glued to the table below him when she enters. He can’t help himself from glancing up occasionally, watching her every move, not being subtle. 

Nina sat down beside Robin two tables away from him, with Steve, Nancy and Johnathan. 

She laughed hard at a joke Steve made, slapping his arm playfully.

Eddie felt stupid over how jealous he was, he barely knew the girl, but he wanted to be the one she leaned on when he made her laugh so much. 

He looked at Nina and then down at the table bitterly.

Dustin: [waving his hand in Eddie’s face] “Hello, earth to Eddie?” 

Mike: [shaking his head at Eddie] “You’re wasting your time dude, he’s long gone.” 

Max: [muttering] “Maybe Vecna has possessed him.”

Lucas: [shaking his head, laughing Max] “Too soon.” [Max grinned at him.] 

Eddie: [blinking, returning to earth from his jealous fantasies] “Huh, what?”

Gareth: [laughing] “You were totally staring at the new girl.”

Jeff: “I don’t blame him, she’s hot.” [Not so subtly glancing at Nina.] 

Argyle: [to Jeff, sassy] “She’d never go for a freak like you in a million years.” 

The table erupts in “damn”’s and “oh shit”’s.

She’d never go for a freak like me either Jeff, Eddie thought. 

Dustin: [quietly, pulling Eddie to the side] “You okay, man?”

Eddie: [hushed] “The new girl is Fleetwood Mac Gi- Nina. She’s called Nina”. 

Dustin: [erupting, standing up from his seat] “No way! That’s awesome! It must be fate! The love story begins!” 

Eddie drags Dustin back down to his seat as people stare.

Will: “Why are we shushing?”

Mike: “When has Eddie ever shushed, or been shushed?” 

El: “What’s going on?” 

Lucas: “Eddie has a girlfriend, what?”

Dustin: [laughing] “Eddie’s in looooove!” [doing his signature purr that he does for the ladies]

Questions fly around the table.

Eddie: [grumpy] “Can we please get back to the campaign?” [Back to his usual charismatic self]  “A loud rumbling is emerging from the enchanted forest that you little shits aren’t ready for.”  

2:40pm / Science class 

Eddie huffs as he goes to his seat at the back of class, ready for the day to end. His eyes perk up when Nina enters the classroom. 

Mr Clarke: “You’re late.” 

Nina: [sheepish] “Sorry, I got lost. Won’t happen again.” [she works her way to the free seat in the row in front of Eddie. She gives him a small smile, which he bashfully raises his fingers as a 'hello'.] 

Mr Clarke: “Wait, not so fast!” [Nina freezes in her spot, eyes closed, dreading what is coming] “You’re the new girl, right? Why don’t you come up to the front and introduce yourself?” [A few people in the class laugh and whisper at each other, Nina turns on her heels and stands awkwardly at the front of the class] 

Nina: “Hi, I’m Nina. I’ve just transferred here from California.” [The whispers increase and Nina fiddles with her rings nervously] “That’s about it, really.” [She shuffles awkwardly back to her seat] 

Mr Clarke: “Why don’t we give Nina a warm Hawkins welcome?” [the room has scattered applause, Eddie, not giving a fuck, whoops and shoves Jeff to join in, who reluctantly joins in cheering. Nina blushes, catching Eddie’s eye, and sits back down on the creaky science stool.] “So! Physics…” [Mr Clarke begins the lesson] 

Nina rummages through her bag for her notebook, leaning on the desk in front of her, the hem of her jeans dipping to show the lace of her underwear. 

Jeff notices and elbows Eddie to get his attention, nodding over at Nina’s direction. Eddie shoves him, muttering a quiet ‘Perv’, trying his hardest not to stare. His neck and cheeks go red with heat, and he shuffles uncomfortably in his seat. 

Nina: [turning around to face Eddie, Eddie’s eyes raise to meet hers, blushing from nearly being caught staring] “Do you guys happen to have a pen I can borrow?” 

Eddie: [stuttering] “Su-sure.” [He goes into his bag and hands her a pen] “Hope it works.” 

Nina: [smiling] “Thanks.” 

Eddie spent the rest of the lesson daydreaming and doodling in his book. He occasionally looks up at the board, and looks at Nina, hoping to interact with her again. At the end of the lesson, Nina picks up her bag and walks out the lesson. Eddie is left saddened he didn’t speak to her more. 

Wednesday / 1:25pm / Hawkins High School Cafeteria 

Eddie found himself exchanging fleeting glances with Nina all week at school. A few times she caught his gaze, causing him to blush, not being as subtle as he hoped to be. He came into school early each day in hopes of seeing more of her; excited to see what she wore that day, hoping to overhear her laughter as she walked between classes, hoping one day he’d have the courage to speak to her. He tried to think of excuses to talk to her, each time bottling it. Coward, he thought.

Robin: [teasingly, jabbing Nina’s side] “Are you two ever going to talk, or are you just going to continue eye-fucking each other?” 

Nina rolled her eyes, blushing. Nancy giggled into Jonathan’s side, him smirking knowingly.

Nina: [laughing, but somewhat serious] “He nearly broke my nose with a mop, he can make the first move!” [eyes watching Eddie] “What’s his deal anyway?” 

Eddie is standing at the lunch table, arms waving around elaborately, speaking about something she couldn’t make out from the other side of the room, causing the Hellfire Club to burst out in a chorus of “No way!”, “I told you!”, “Use your protection spell!” and “Oh man, we are so screwed.”

Nancy: “Eddie runs a Dungeons and Dragons group, they call themselves the Hellfire Club. He’s taken custody of the kids, much to Steve’s jealousy.” 

Steve: [clearly jealous] “I’m not jealous okay, he can have the little shits.” 

Robin: [teasingly] “Whatever you say, Daddy Steve.” 

Steve: [defensively] “I practically birthed those boys-“ 

Nina: [interrupting, mind wandering, still watching Eddie] “I meant, like, what’s he like?”

Robin: [again, teasing] “Why do you wanna know?” 

Steve, Nancy and Jonathan suddenly went quiet, heads leaning in comically towards Nina, watching her teasingly, waiting for the gossip.

Nina: [going red] “I bumped into him at the record store last week. I don’t know, he seems cool.”

Everyone at the table: [teasing, dramatically] “Oooooh!” 

Nina: [going redder] “Oh shut up!” [they all laughed in response.] 

Steve: “Trust me, you can do a lot better than Eddie Munson.” 

Nancy: [shoving Steve] “Hey, not nice Steve!” [to Nina] "Eddie’s a nice guy. Even if he is branded the freak of Hawkins.” 

Nina hummed in response, eyes travelling back to Eddie. 

She found him looking back at her, his cheeks going red from being caught staring. He flicked back to the D&D group, peeking around shyly to see if she was still looking, hiding behind his hair. He smiled coyly as he realised she was still looking, to which she smiled back.

Steve looks at Robin with raised eyebrows and Robin smirks knowingly.

Steve: “So my parents are away this weekend, drinks at mine on Friday night? We’ll show Nina how we do it, Hawkins style.” 

Nancy, Nina, Robin, Jonathan agree and leave their table as the lunch bell rings. 

 Wednesday / 8pm / Hawkins Record Store

Eddie is organising the shelves as Jonathan enters.

Jonathan: [walking through the shop door, the wind chimes by the door ringing] “Hey dude.” 

Eddie: [half asleep] “Hey man, what can I get you?” 

Jonathan: [sheepish] “Oh, nothing like that today. I’m looking for a mixtape actually.” 

Eddie: [clearly bored] “Around the corner to your left.” 

Jonathan: “Cheers man.” [walking around the corner, shouting back to Eddie] “You got anything suitable for a party?” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, annoyed he has to move from his stool in front of the small television. There weren’t usually many customers on a Wednesday night. 

He walks over to the tape selection, he points to a few pre-made music tapes. Jonathan is looking at the wrong section, eyes red with a dumb grin on his face: clearly stoned. 

Eddie: [amused] “Will these do?” 

Jonathan: “Sure, I’ll take them all.” 

Eddie walks him over to the till. Jonathan comically dumps all five cassettes onto the counter. 

Eddie: [scanning the tapes] “What’s the occasion?” 

Jonathan: “Steve’s having a gathering on Friday night and Robin said his Mom’s collection of Cyndi Lauper and Bruce Springsteen records wouldn’t suffice.” [a lightbulb goes off over his head] “Oh yeah! He told me to tell you to come along.” 

Eddie: [sarcastically] “Thanks for remembering.” 

Jonathan: [embarrassed, awkward] “Sorry man, mind is a bit, y’know.” 

Eddie: [laughing] “Stoned?” 

Jonathan: [laughing] “That shit you got me blew my head off.” 

Eddie: [smiling] “So when is the party?” 

Jonathan: [confused] “Friday? Did I not say that?” 

Eddie: “I meant what time.” 

Jonathan: “Oh! Come any time after 9.” 

Eddie: (curiously) “Who is going?” 

Jonathan: “Everyone.” 

Eddie: [pressing the matter] “Everyone as in us lot or everyone as in everyone?” 

Jonathan: [dumbly, oblivious] “Everyone as in… people.” 

Eddie: [sarcastic] “Super informative, thanks.” 

Jonathan: [oblivious] “No problem! See you then!” [Jonathan walks out the door]

Eddie: “Wait!” [the door closes behind Jonathan, Eddie is talking to himself] “I meant, is Nina going?” [Eddie sighs]

Eddie spent the rest of his shift distracted, not that there were many customers. He wondered if Nina would be there, surely she would be if Robin is going? His heart raced at the thought, excitement bubbling in his stomach. He finally had an excuse to talk to Nina. He smiled at the thought. 

_______

CHAPTER TWO HERE ➡️

Ahhh I posted it!!!

#eddie munson series #eddie munson comfort #stranger things eddie #eddie the banished #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fic #eddie munson lives #eddiefanfiction #eddie munson stranger things #eddiemunson #eddie stranger things #eddie smut #eddie munson #eddie fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson smut virginity #eddie munson virginity #virgin!eddie munson x reader #virgin!eddie munson #virgin!eddie #virgin!eddie x reader #stranger things season four #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction

[such-a-barbarian]

Tag Game!

thank you for the tags @mybrainismelted and @lupeloto

name: Kell

location: In my basement, under 1000 blankets, avoiding doing my job.

astrological sign: aries

What's a TV show or movie you plan to re-watch this year? I've never actually planned to rewatch anything - it just sort of happens. Chances are pretty good I'll rewatch Gilmore Girls and/or Parks and Rec at some point this year.

Whats a book or fic you will probably re-read this year? Do kids books count? Cause I re-read Goodnight Moon every goddamn night. lol. Seriously though I will most definitely read Cooperative Gameplay, as I do multiple times each year...

What is a song you will likely continue to play on repeat? I've been super into Jason Mraz's new album Mystical Magical Rhythmical Radical Ride, so just that whole album really

What's a tasty treat you look forward to eating more of this year? Ice cream! We have a really great creamery that is about a 15-minute bike ride from our house and by the summer my kiddos will be at a good age to take after-dinner trips to grab some!

What's a time sink that you will continue to sink time into this year? re-reading the same gallavich fics over and over.

Did you pick up any habits in 2023 that you plan to continue? Finally got back to a good workout routine after 4 years and having 2 babies. Feels good.

What's your toxic trait? I will avoid conflict at all costs.

What is a coping mechanism you will continue to indulge in this year? chips. eating so much chips

Tell me something you like about how you look! I'm a fan of my hair.

Give me at least three adjectives describing things you like about yourself. laid-back, adventurous, affectionate

Seeing as it's Friday I'm a little late to the game, but I'll tag a few people anyway @jrooc, @francesrose3, @juliakayyy, @krysmiss, @zutaralesbian, @bawlbrayker, @tanktopgallavich, @transmickey and @ryantryinx

#tag game #about me

[herrlindemann]

Rock Sound, 2005 - Interview with Till and Schneider

Anyone who’s witnessed Rammstein’s pyrotastic live show will know they aren’t a band to do things by halves. So maybe rock sound shouldn’t be surprised by the surreal trail of events that unfolds during the press day for new album ‘Rosenrot’. Arriving in Paris with some vague instructions to head to the Place de la Bastille and find a double-decker bus, it all fells worryingly like the plot from a bad James Bond film. Luckily, any fears about being unable to follow such a cryptic lead are calmed on spotting a bright red London bus which, in case it wasn’t given away by its conspicuous geographical location, is helpfully plastered with Rammstein album artwork. Today the bus will were a dual purpose; both transporting us to a top secret interview site and acting as a pretty ingenious promotional tool, as we drive through the city past several turned heads and dropped jaws. 

Onboard, journalists from various European countries are initiated into an album listening session that’s shrouded in MI5-style secrecy. After signing a contract, each writer receives a sealed and numbered personal CD player containing a preview version of ‘Rosenrot’. Suffice to say, those who dare to break the seal and peek inside do so on pain of death. Well, probably. And it doesn’t end there. 

Arriving at the interview venue — a boat moored on the bank of the River Seine — it seems Rammstein are intent on having us experience as many branches of the Parisian transport system as possible. It all ensures that the press are suitably bewildered, as well as just a little excited, when the time arrives to interview bands members Till Lindemann and Christoph Schneider. Really, you wouldn’t think it could get much weirder. But it does.

Both Lindemann and Schneider appear oddly indifferent to the day’s set-up, as if they’re old hands at sending journalists into a state of confusion before meeting them. Not that frontman Till really needs to try; he’s already knocked us hacks for six by granting several rare interviews this afternoon, and in person he looks every bit as imposing as his on stage characters. Thankfully though, he’s infinitely more good-humoured, and a listen to ‘Rosenrot’ reveals his increasing skill in channelling that quality into the songs.

The band’s fifth studio album continues to develop several of the themes from ‘Reise, Reise’ — namely the exchange of strict marching rhythms for dynamic rock riffs (‘Rosenrot’, ‘Zerstören’), and a new-fund affinity for ballads (‘Feuer & Wasser, ‘Ein Lied’). Yet it also comes with a few major surprises, most noticeably ‘a party anthem about driving into a brothel’, titled ‘Te Quiero Puta’. As if diverting from their trademark sound with cartoon noises and mariachi instrumentation in this effort weren’t enough, the biggest shock comes from Till, who switches his usually foreboding vocals into Spanish to hilarious effect.

Schneider picks up the story: « Till could never find good lyrics for that song, » he recalls. « It was a bit sad because we always liked it very much music-wise. Then he came up with this Spanish, which I absolutely didn’t like, especially with all the trumpets. But sometimes you have to get used to ideas that you don’t find so cool, because they might have a little potential. »

Consequently, ‘Te Quiero Puta’ is one of the best songs Rammstein have written, not just because it shatters every preconception they’ve built up with previous albums, but also because it’s executed so well. Maybe that’s down to the fact that when Rammstein go off on a creative tangent, they aren’t driven by a need for attention, but by genuine curiosity. Indeed, while ‘Te Quiero Puta’ was inspired by a love of Spanish culture that Till developed while exploring Costa Rica, ‘Mann gegen Mann’ was born from an equally eye-opening experience.

The singer explains: « That’s a pro-homosexual song. It’s based on an experience I had when we went out in Berlin with another band that had two gay members. We went to a gay bard and I was just impressed by how fast they made contact with other men, how there was little bit of communication and then they went home together. I thought it was quite enviable, especially when you compare it to what happens between a man and a woman and all the ritualistic behavior. They just had a one-night stand and nothing more. I thought there was something poetic about that. »

There’s nothing all that unusual about Rammstein dealing in potentially controversial subject matter, as the gory inspiration for ‘Mein teil’ showed. Even so, it’s hard to escape the impression that ‘Rosenrot’ is their most experimental album to date.

According to the band, that probably has something to do with they way in which it came together. The release of ‘Rosenrot’ comes just a year after ‘Reise, Reise’, meaning a significant change to their normal working cycle.

« We’ve never released another album so quickly," says Till. « Usually there’s the album release in summer or early autumn, then we tour through autumn, winter and spring and then go into working on the next release in the autumn. But after making ‘Reise, Reise’ we had four songs left which hadn’t fitted in with the rest of the album. So we decided then that we would make another CD straight after ‘Reise, Reise’ so that we could use them. »

Although they could have released the songs as an EP, there was another obstacle to overcome. During the making of ‘Reise, Reise’, Rammstein decided they would take a six-month « creative break » when they eventually came off the road in 2005. That meant either leaving fans with a long wait before another album arrived, or working incredibly hard to extend those four songs into a full release before disappearing. With Schneider stressing that the leftover tracks were « good songs, not just B-sides », they took the latter option and began work on ‘Rosenrot’ under what he describes as « a lot of pressure due to the time constraints ». 

But with both ‘Te Quiero Puta’ and ‘Mann gegen Mann’ among the new songs penned in that period, it was evidently also a positive time creatively.

« The songs are from two different periods so I think that makes the album a bit outstanding, » comments Schneider. « It’s not like the last two Rammstein albums, but it’s a good album. »

It turned out so well, in fact, that they changed their original plan to call it ‘Reise, Reise Vol. 2’ and graced it with its own title. That title continues their fascination with dark fairytales, echoing both an old story by the Brothers Grimm and a story that Till recalls about « a girl who sees a red flower on the mountainside and tells her lover. He tries to get it for her but he dies ». Nonetheless, the album as a whole also marks the end of an era for Rammstein.

« For me, this is the closing of a chapter for the band, » says Schneider. « Everybody needs a break, they need a bit of distance from this band and time to look forward and ask, ‘Where am I?’ And, ‘What do I want to do?’ We need to find other ways of being inspired. »

Consequently, there will be no tour to support the release of ‘Rosenrot’, as the sextet head their separate ways to recharge and reflect. After more than 10 years of following the same work schedule, the members of Rammstein are looking forward to spending time with family, travelling, and having the chance to recover from an exhausting promotional itinerary. They initially discovered the benefits of taking time out while making ‘Reise, Reise’ — when tensions carried over from previous album ‘Matter’ came to a head and forced them to put work on hold. As Schneider states, it’s vital to the « balance of democracy » within the band that they get away from each other now and again.

However, with this personal time now coming at the expense of a new live spectacular, are they concerned that ‘Rosenrot’ won’t get the exposure it deserves?

« Maybe that will affect something, » allows the drummer. « But we’ve been on tour for almost a year now and we’re tired. Of course our live show is a big part of our promotion, but what can you do? You can’t keep on at the same pace, running and running like a hamster on a wheel. »

A much-needed holiday? The end of an era? You might wonder if ‘Rosenrot’ is shaping up to be Rammstein’s parting shot…

« I have a good feeling, » begins Schneider. « I think Rammstein has the potential to continue. But after 11 or so years you have to be careful. It’s easy to over-do it, for it to get boring and for you not to reach your potential anymore. We’ll see. If it doesn’t happen anymore I’ll do something else. »

Thankfully, Till is more assured about future plans, insisting Rammstein will start work on another album and tour after their break. What’s more, the excited singer suggests we can expect an even greater visual extravaganza on their return — if he gets his way.

« Personally, I’d just sing two songs and then have two hours of pyro! » he laughs.

There’s no doubt it’ll be worth the wait.

#rammstein #till lindemann #christoph schneider #interview #*scans #2005 #*

[lovelytsunoda]

cuts like a knife // daniel ricciardo (country singer!au)

summary: he's a local legend in perth, and she's just the girl that works at the dive bar. ( for all intents and purposes, every song that he sings is by bryan adams. )

the bar has been in her family for generations, started up by her great grandfather on her mothers side

neon signs covering every inch of the walls, wedding pictures hanging above the bar

the oldest is great grandpa jack and his wife nichola and the newest is y/n and daniel, cowboy hats on their heads adorned in cheap lettering that read bride and groom

the bar is packed, a buzz in the air about the hometown show, for that bar was where daniel ricciardo, now known professionally as big ricc, got discovered

it was where he played his first show at fifteen years old, where he me y/n for the first time. where they fell in love, where he got his first record deal

he’s been on tour continuously for two months now, in support of his new album and she’s just glad that he’s coming home

the back door to the bar swings open, and daniel comes in, followed by his touring band: lando on guitar, max on the drums and nico on bass

“hey mama ricc!” lando shouts, parking himself at the bar as the crowd cheers for the band

“hey!” y/n shouts, making her way back over to where the band has settled themselves “you can’t call me that until the baby gets here!”

she's standing behind the group, playfully smacking lando in the back of the head before turning to her husband

"welcome back, handsome." she says, kissing him slowly. "i've missed you."

"you could come with me if you sold the bar."

he said it every time but he knew y/n would never seel the bar. the bar was her entire livelihood. she could never do that to her family, she had too many memories associated with it and she loved working there too much

"you know i can't. so much of my childhood was spent here. i used to do math homework at this very bar, and one day, our little girl will as well."

she casually slipped it in there. when danny left for tour, the baby was too small for the doctors to determine a gender. she went for the scan while he was touring, and hadn't told him yet

"a little girl?" the singer's eyes go wide. "we're having a baby girl?"

while the members of the touring band congratulated him and clapped him on the back, y/n circled around to the other side of the bar, extracting the ultrasound picture from a drawer underneath the cash register, passing it over to daniel with a bright smile on her face

she was wearing a tight denim skirt and a white cropped tank top, an oversized flannel over the entire ensemble, but the days of tight skirts and cowboy boots would be over soon, once her baby bump started to show

"that's our daughter. our little girl." daniel said softly, reaching over the bar for his wife's hand, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss on her knuckles.

"why don't you boys go and get ready to play, i'll run back into the kitchen and get chuck to whip you up some steaks?"

"sounds as good an idea as any!" nico clapped rubbing his hands together

"go get 'em, boys." she turned to danny. "love you, handsome."

"love you more, mamas." danny grins before jogging over to the stage

he opens the show with ‘cuts like a knife’, a local favourite as the entire bar begins to sing a long, clapping in time and waving their lights in the air

y/n is behind the bar, nursing a club soda and singing quietly under her breath

‘who is he baby? who is he and tell me what he means to you’

one hand on her stomach, eyes on the stage

"look, baby. that's your dad. and he loves you so much. we can't wait to meet you.”

danny looks over at her from the stage with pure adoration in his eyes

“this next song is one that I wrote with my wife when we were twenty years old, in this very dive bar. we weren’t together at the time, and she was scared she’d never fall in love. oh how wrong she was. and I’d like her to come over here and sing it with me.”

“dan..” she says with a smile, reluctant to take to the stage

“this one is called it’s only love.”

Lando starts the guitar work, and y/n gives in, bounding over to the stage and taking the extra microphone from nico

“when your heart has been broken, hard words have been spoken. it ain’t easy, cuz it’s only love .”

she has a beautiful voice, one that daniel fell in love with instantly

but this is the first time she’s sung in front of a crowd

and when the song is over?

he kisses her on the stage in front of the entire town, the bar erupting into cheers.

“I love you, daniel ricciardo.”

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #formula one x reader #f1 imagine #daniel ricciardo x y/n #f1 headcanons #lovelytsunodas eclectic music taste #Spotify

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter Three, Part 6

"Cool. Did you go to school for it?" Adam asked leaning closer to me so I could hear them during another three-chord anthem.

"Not at all. Just worked my way up. What about you? You in school?"

"Yea, focusing on political sciences. Another useless degree."

I laughed slightly, "Aren't they all?"

"Just work?" I was wishing the conversation would die out, but it seemed he was determined to make small-talk, the worst kind of talk.

"Yeah. I decided not to go after a piece of paper degree."

"Fair enough.," Adam sad, and took a drink from his beer. He was an alright guy. At least from our small talk. Even so, it's the first time I'd actually talked to a stranger that isn't a clerk in quite some time, other than Addison. And she never felt like a stranger.

The next band had begun setting up. Another three piece with three chords. Just by looking at them, you could easily figure out they were either a hardcore band or some sub-genre of metal. I think they called themselves Fist of Slaughter or something stupid like that. I don't really remember; my eyes were continuing their quick stolen glances at Addison. I knew for sure now that she was doing the same.

I had finished my beer, and figured another one or two would be alright. I tapped Addison on the shoulder, pointed at my drink and pointed at her. Bar signing if she wanted another. She smiled and handed me her empty glass, mouthing the words thank you. I grinned back and headed to the traffic jam of a bar.

It took a few minutes for the bartender to get to me. I didn't blame him. It seemed every single person in that bar was getting a drink between the bands.

"High Life, Vodka-Red Bull." I said to the bartender when he cupped his ear towards me. He nodded and handed me both of them really quickly. Then he was off, on to the next customer. The guy could hustle. I laughed slightly, thinking of how Amber would handle this on her own.

I made my way back to the table Addison had put me at. As much as I disliked having to be social, I wasn't minding this that much. Adam seemed like an alright guy and Lily seems like she could be a serious kind of fun trouble, but in a wholesome heart felt way. Chaotic good, I guess.

And then there was Addison. A girl who officially grabbed my attention and was not letting go in the slightest. She was reeling in her catch, fast and tight. It was strange to me, but I wasn't fighting in any way. I was swimming with the pull. I wasn't running away from any actual idea of being interested in someone again. I wasn't running from the risk that I'll be destroyed again. She was something new. Something right. Something maybe even real. I really had no idea. All I know was that I liked her. Like an instant like. The only other person that had every happened was with Chad when we met in high school. And he's basically my life-partner.

The table had slightly changed. Lily was sitting next to Adam. I hadn't noticed, but they must have been a couple. They were holding hands now, and he kissed her cheek, lovingly. Almost as if they were some old couple that somehow lasted fifty years together.

Addison was sitting next to me. I handed her her drink and sat next to her. We watched the band for a few minutes, which was more than enough to tell you they were nothing special. Just generic hardcore. If I wanted to hear D.R.I or AFI's first album, I'd go listen to that. Still, they had the passion.

After the third 90 second song, Addison tapped my shoulder and mimed smoking a cigarette. I nodded gratefully. I needed a break from this one. Plus, a cigarette didn't seem like that bad of an idea. If anything, it meant I got one on one time with Addison again.

"Well, they kind of suck," I said, sitting down next to her on one of the wooden benches. There were only a few other people outside, and I recognized no faces. I lit my cigarette and held the lighter out to her to light her own.

"Thanks," she said, sitting back against the somewhat dry bench. "Yeah, they're not very good. I mean, at least I know Empty Playground is listenable."

#fiction #artists on tumblr #writing #my writing #spilled words #writers on tumblr #poets and writers #writeblr #creative writing #writerscommunity #writerscorner #writer #lierature #cynical #cynic #free verse #free form #Stories #autobiographical fiction #art #literure #howispentmysummervacation #september sky #punk rock soap operas #writersblr #writterscommunity

[chim-chim1310]

I think JK is probably still not a bad guy to hang out with one to one. I'm sure on a personal level he's still funny and nice. I wouldn't even say JK betrayed Jimin or anything. While JK knows he's being pushed more than the others, he probably has no idea Jimin was actively sabotaged by his new besties either. I'm not absolving him, I'm just saying I get why someone wouldn't throw away a 10 year relationship on this.

My disappointment in him is not because of those things but as his (former) fan. While he wasn't my ult, he was my bias wrecker and not because he's handsome or has tattoos or because he was the golden maknae. I liked him because he wrote songs like Still With You and Stay and because he talked about how much he loved music. So when he put out his music during solo era (that's 3 singles now), I've been waiting for him to exhibit any signs of this but I can't see any contributions of his. It really just seems like he goes to the office, gets songs, sings them, does everything they need him to do and goes home. I know he's a singer but top artists don't only contribute their vocals to songs. They provide concepts, vision, they put parts of themselves into their art. That is what is sorely missing. How is he different from the BP girls?

So when he gets cocky about his instincts about how good the song is, even though he's contributed hardly anything but his name and even then had to be boosted by a payola campaign thats unprecedented for any kpop act, I feel a sense of derision. Especially since his songs have come after his other members who in spite of other misgivings I have with them, did actually pour their heart and souls into their work.

Every new piece of info he puts out is not helping. It's disappointing to hear his goal is to become more famous, not mentioning anything extra like because you want more people to hear your music, or I don't not know - just say anything that doesn't sound horribly shallow. When he says he doesn't plan to continue any concept or he doesn't think hard about what's next, I don't understand why he says this as if it's a good thing.

Anyway if anyone liked him because he's cute or hot or has tattoos or is popular or does well on the charts, or if their expectations from their artists are just that they need to be charming like BP then I'm sure they're all ok with this. It's only people like us who looked for something deeper who feel resentful.

That's exactly my thoughts. He's talking like 'I don't usually write lyrics', 'when I'm given a good song I take it' 'I want to be a giant pop star' 'I don't know how my album is working' 'I had a gut feeling you will like the song'

He's saying all this as if he's proud of being a nepobaby. Dude you're getting spoonfed like a 26 year old manchild, the least you could do is be humble.

It's fucking irritating.

[thesinglesjukebox]

OLIVIA RODRIGO - "VAMPIRE"

The Jukebox has risen from the grave...

[7.08]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: Sophomore albums--and especially their lead singles--are so tricky because expectations are lofty and unreasonable. Artists need to appeal to their original fanbases without pigeonholing themselves; experiment with new sounds without alienating their original fanbases; create new aesthetics without sacrificing visual continuity; attain virality without being a flash in the pan. "Vampire" achieved all of this and more. On one hand, it's a melancholy ballad à la "Drivers License"; on the other hand, it's a ever-evolving three-minute distillation of her full pop-rock singer-songwriter range from SOUR. The songwriting's emotional intimacy feels instantly familiar, but more mature and lived-in. Rodrigo sounds Disney enough, but the chorus climaxing with "fame fucker" is an electrifying reminder that she's moved on, and invites just enough speculation as to who the song is about while avoiding Sabrina Carpenter and Joshua Bassett levels of specificity. The balladry of "Vampire" will sound good during karaoke, on car rides with parents, and on future seasons of The Voice; but its Hannah Montana, Elton John, and Queen-esque bridge is also snippy and clever enough to become a TikTok trend. It's extraordinary how Olivia was able to get this balance right without sounding over-calculated. We're witnessing the birth of a generational talent, and if there's any justice in the pop world, one day we'll look back on "Vampire" as the moment we knew Olivia Rodrigo wasn't going anywhere. [8]

Alex Ostroff: The most interesting thing about "Vampire" is the gap between what it convinces you it's doing and what it's actually doing. The introductory piano chords and initial aesthetics send a message to the audience that this is "Drivers License, Part 2" -- an earnest ballad that tells a real, personal, relatable story of heartbreak. Except it isn't that at all. Olivia's debut single was a particular narrative whose songwriting hinged on Swiftian levels of detail, but "Vampire" is much vaguer and relies on broad strokes and tropes about predatory older men and the Hollywood machine to fill in the gaps. This evolution is probably a good thing, though, because instead of writing a song that incentivizes fans to engage in close readings and lore about her personal life, Rodrigo leans all the way into her theatre-kid dorkiness in a way that not even Ariana has let herself do on record. By the time "Vampire" builds to the hammering piano chords and the over-the-top backing vocals, it become very obviously a cheesy rock opera 11-o'clock number. That makes it hamfisted and embarrassing, but also the first sign that GUTS would be less "diaristic" and more Olivia chewing scenery and acting her way through songs, selling every line reading for the seats at the back of the theatre. That's secretly her real strength. [7]

Will Adams: Olivia Rodrigo has never clicked with me, despite all evidence suggesting that she should. A few listens of GUTS earlier this year helped me pinpoint the main reason: her musical theater pedigree often manifests as overly edited, everything-in-its-place songwriting that clashes with the messiness of the stories she's telling. "Vampire" operates exactly like her debut single: a studied ballad that goes from tinkling piano to an urgent pulse, to the big climax before curtain call. The neat packaging only makes the clumsy moments stick out more, like the mixed metaphor of "sold me for parts as you sunk your teeth into me" arriving at exactly the worst time. [5]

Alfred Soto: I prefer my undead tropes campier and faster. [4]

Leah Isobel: The lyric on the page is two words: "Bloodsucker/Famefucker." Olivia sings it as four: "Blood, sucker/Fame, fucker." During her breakout year, she spun a relatively low-profile relationship into tabloid fodder via sheer force of will and became a star in the process. For its first minute, "Vampire" seems to repeat the same set of ideas: lugubrious swells of piano, a throatily emotive lead vocal that leaps up into the chorus. But unlike "Drivers License," this song is characterized by a new sense of paranoid shadow-play, an omnidirectional viciousness that drives its accelerating energy. By briefly inhabiting the form of her breakout hit, "Vampire" literally reanimates her past. By supercharging it into a rock opera, the song reveals that her past work was always, on some level, a performance, an exaggeration: a lie. She surveils the wreckage that her pen has wrought; she wonders, to others and to herself, "how do you lie?" The chorus is the answer. Fame demands blood. [7]

Rose Stuart: I think I get Olivia Rodrigo now. "Vampire" feels like musical theatre, a perhaps unintentional Queen pastiche that uses its increasing momentum to move from depression to rage. In a year with so many big songs about breakups, "Vampire" is the only one that is honest enough to scream out its pain instead of hiding behind bravado. Its only flaw is that Rodrigo stops one foot too soon, ending the song when it is amping up rather than riding the crescendo to its full conclusion. If you're going to do an anguished "Bohemian Rhapsody," you need to leave space for some headbanging. [8]

Brad Shoup: From her frequent dips into rippity-rap delivery to her tendency to make even her best asides feel workshopped, there's more than a little Broadway about Rodrigo. "Vampire" feels like the deflating power ballad at the back end of an Act I: a sour realization that has to be swished around for a while. When she's really spitting bile, it feels self-directed, and it's all the more poignant for it. The ending (fists pounding on loop) is maybe the only way to end a pop version of a rock-opera track; the real deal would have had an instrumental solo to spell Rodrigo off. [6]

Katherine St Asaph: It is very personally funny to me how Olivia Rodrigo recorded a song called "Vampire" that sounds, at least in the beginning, like Christina Perri's Twilight ballad "A Thousand Years." But, of course, "Vampire" is not meant to be funny at all. The song is a product of Rodrigo's musical theater background -- maybe Chicago's "Nowadays" in chords and A Chorus Line's "What I Did For Love" in emotional arc. Musical theater shares more with pop music than detractors of either admit, and "Vampire" is Rodrigo's version of Broadway's version of opera's tragic heroine arias. (So is "Praying," with which "Vampire" also shares a lot.) You've heard many of these songs; they mark their characters' final acts. They derive their power from an unspoken assumption: that one's story isn't truly real unless one sings it into existence, preferably over a recognizable ballad arrangement, with nodule-causing volume and superhuman virtuosity. The more you perform your pain, the more the audience will believe it. This triumph is always compromised, especially for a woman whose story is how she was hurt (c.f. Opera, or the Undoing of Women). But "Vampire" has another triumph, a meta-triumph: this isn't Rodrigo's final act. She may not even be done with Act 1. [7]

Frank Falisi: "Theater kid," as a moniker, exists in opposition to both its parts: not arty enough to be theater, not free enough to be kid. Posturing is expected, cliqueyness pervades, but between those obvious limitations is the opportunity provided by the grand gesture, which is to say: ascension. What makes a good dressing-room anthem? A certain sense of dramatic flamboyance, all the better for our impersonatory urges to inhabit. This accounts for "Bohemian Rhapsody," obviously, but also fare both Hot Topicier ("Welcome to the Black Parade'' dropped the year our spring musical was Sweet Charity) and more food-court block party. Do you remember the peculiar joy of hearing "Irreplaceable" drifting through the canned cleaner smells and chirpy family drama of a vast public space? The sublime is out there in the air! Reach through the fried food smells and teenage ennui! Maybe that's the key: all good dressing-room songs could get equal play at the mall. Pop has always thrived on hemi-anonymity. Making these fantasies front and center in our vast pageant of overdriven hormonal imaginings was a first step toward personal curation; I knew a kid who repped Jethro Tull's "Locomotive Breath" so hard that it elicited the same pre-show squeals as "Drops of Jupiter." We just wanted to know you loved it--that energy was what these hidden and unstable moments of outburst were about. "Vampire" has all the cellophane grand guignol of a theater kid unbothered by the designation, an Evanescence and Mika-biting kiss-off with a delirious chorus that keeps reaching up, pushing Rodrigo's formidable voice into the territory any songwriters hope to get an instrument; when a voice is that far and comfortably in the realm of its limit, emotion sheds right off. I don't think we should remember our puerile joys as any less honest than the ones we look for in our maturity. I wouldn't want to go back to the dressing room--I can listen to "Vampire" whenever I want--but it's nice to imagine someone from Pippin or (yuch) The Addams Family, vibrating, too much makeup: "can I show you this song?" [10]

Taylor Alatorre: A Three Minutes Hate session that's structured like a Disney villain song from the perspective of the hero -- which, as with most Disney villain songs, ends up making the designated bad guy seem more glamorous and enticing than he probably is. Fears of an aimless piano dirge are dispelled after the first third, but the steady pile-up of dramatic signifiers isn't much of an improvement. Loudness and an indistinct busyness are used as crude synonyms for emotional tumult, and the quiet-loud dynamics feel unearned in a song that begins in the same lyrical register that it ends. It's not that Rodrigo is too young or inexperienced to play the Lana-esque ingénue songwriter; it's just that, for whatever reason, she's more herself when she's doing straight-ahead power pop songs that carry the risk of an IP lawsuit. [3]

Andrew Karpan: "Vampire" is pure Olivia-core, her big tent pop-punk sound, which can be heard almost coalescing here. It also evokes her own school of soundalikes, like say Chappell Roan. [7]

Aaron Bergstrom: It's a song full of big theatrical moments (the "How do you lie?" Greek chorus, the the little glissando into the off-to-the-races bridge), but the understated epiphany comes at the end of the second verse, when the instrumentation drops out for Olivia to deliver an almost perfectly monotone "'cause girls your age know better." She has more to say, but it's already over. That's the stake to the heart right there. [8]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: In high school, I learned how much I loved to love. Blame it on my father: after seeing him tell my mom in the most mundane of circumstances--during car rides, at the dinner table--that she was "the most beautiful woman in the world," I recognized that I, too, could be the same sort of unabashedly affectionate person to those around me. None of the other Asian men I knew were like this, and none were as visibly happy, and so it only made sense that when I had my first girlfriend I'd be first to say "I love you." Two days later, a friend one year our senior convinced her to dump me. I shouldn't say stuff like this, I was told, and it was in our best interest to cut ties as to prevent my further heartbreak. My immediate reaction was confusion: All the songs we sang together felt just as emotionally severe, just as intimate. What made it worse when the words were my own? My remaining teenage years would be defined by a reticence for emotional expression. But I still had these models in my life--my 1st-generation Korean American parents, the music I spent every waking moment devouring--that convinced me to live otherwise. It's a testament to "Vampire" and its go-for-broke maximalism that I recalled all this. More than any other pop song this year, it makes a point to direct attention to its vocal delivery: every casual lilt and swerving cadence is a window into a complex web of emotions. Rodrigo's other singles hint at this through clever wordplay, but "Vampire" and its deathly serious musical theater make it actually feel consequential. Even with the devastation she feels, my main takeaway is the same I had 15 years ago: the only life worth living is one of overflowing, unwieldy passion. [10]

Stephen Eisermann: Olivia oversings this in the best way possible and wrings every possible emotion out of each note. [8]

Jonathan Bradley: Bloodletting over a bloodsucker, for which Rodrigo recreates the venom and hurt that made "Drivers License" so gripping a listen, though round two shifts the balance towards the former. It's not that rage is less compelling a mode for Rodrigo, but her logorrheic barbs speak to resentments specific to her and her target; without the granular detail that characterised "Drivers License," there's also little for we onlookers to grab a hold of. When the kick starts thumping, the song attains some get-up-and-go that's not entirely thwarted by the mushy and muffled production. The pounded piano chords can't quite crescendo with the high end filtered out. "Fame-fucker, bleeding me dry like a goddamn vampire" is a fun thing to shout, though. [6]

John S. Quinn-Puerta: Rodrigo says "fuck" the way a six-year-old wields a hammer: aimlessly and with delusions of competence. [4]

Edward Okulicz: "Make us Drivers License: The Musical Theatre Experience," asked nobody in particular. But Olivia Rodrigo obviously knew the demand was there and has given us the curtain raising (d-d-d-d-d), climax reprise (dundundundundundun) and denouement (DUN! DUN! DUN! DUN!) all in one. It's catchy, her lyrics again hit that sweet spot of authentic teen tantrum but relatable to an adult, and her performance is both angry and a little bit scared. What, you expect to see a vampire and be angry, not scared? [10]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Love the bit where it goes "DUNDUNDUNDUNDUNDUNDUNDUNDUNDUNDUNDUNDUNDUN." More songs should do that! It's great every time! [8]

Crystal Leww: Earlier this year, I had to get an MRI done ahead of a surgery. At 6:45 in the morning while I was lying there, covered in nothing but a sheet and some paper shorts, freezing cold, the MRI tech found a vein in my right arm after poking around for five minutes in my left arm. The tech asked me if I wanted to listen to music while getting my MRI. I said no, I'm good, then immediately reconsidered after thinking about being kinda freaked out while lying very still in a giant magnet for like 30 minutes. The tech asked me what I wanted to listen to: Jazz? Classical? Top 40? Yeah, the last one, I told them. They put headphones over my ears, then loaded me into the machine. Turns out they can't give you real headphones because it's a giant magnet, and "Top 40" really just meant The Entire Olivia Rodrigo Album. So I just laid there listening to loud-ass MRI banging noises for 30 minutes and listening to Olivia Rodrigo through speakers that sounded like they were from the '60s, blown out, and shoved underwater, and constantly interrupted every five or six minutes with a robo-voice lady going "hold your breath for five...four...three..." I think this is one of the most boring songs on the album -- a [2] -- but I don't think that a single other American pop star in 2023 could make an album I could recognize so clearly under these conditions. [4]

Michael Hong: "vampire" is SOUR's palette made darker and sexier, the ballad rendered theatrical. Every movement is felt. The sighed "look at you, cool guy, you got it" brings the image of a sly smile, the collapsing scream of "fame fucker" carries every bit of vitriol, and the builds and drops of the piano are a nauseating rollercoaster. At the center is Rodrigo leaning both into and away from her youth. She fixates on the simple, almost juvenile metaphor but demonstrates newfound maturity: desperately attempting to ensure that self-deprecating doesn't mean self-loathing, and conceding her own faults without redirecting blame. [7]

Ian Mathers: While "Vampire" is good, it feels an awful lot like the kind of song that benefits from and/or relies on the listener being able to slot it into place in the narrative of Olivia Rodrigo, Narrator/Protagonist. Not a complaint! But while I can appreciate what's going on (the "sold me for parts" is really good, including how she performs it), I am struck by a nagging sense that I don't Get It yet, the way I suspect I will at some point. [7]

Scott Mildenhall: Is it about Chip Hunkley? Jaeden Jaxons? Esio Quaywurtz? It could even be the industry forces that would leech from them if they existed. Perish the thought and enjoy the ride, though: this wooden rollercoaster of a song thrills with its craft, character and momentum. Yes, they probably have ones with jetpacks now, but who wants to feel weightless when you have juddery? [8]

Jackie Powell: The crew at Switched on Pop introduced me to the thought that the track paints the image of the protagonist trying to escape from her antagonist (the vampire) in an old gothic castle. Imagine Rodrigo, in one of those white medieval dresses that's too long, running for her life up a tower. Not all songs have this capability -- actually, most of them do not. Rodrigo and her writing partner Dan Nigro succeed because of the way they play with the track's dynamics and how intentional they are when they introduce different sounds. Their entrances are grand but pristine. The switches from piano (literally and in the dynamic sense) in the first verse, to the slight stringy synths in the first chorus, then to the percussive bass drum in verse two, are dramatic but not overstated. By the time Rodrigo hits that second chorus, the drum kit is fully present, and the listener can imagine her jogging faster through the castle. By the bridge she's full-on running and making her damndest great escape, and by the final crash of the cymbals, she's done it. The most potent phrase in "Vampire" is obviously "fame fucker," a mature statement way beyond Rodrigo's years. If only Britney Spears had known it, she might have avoided Kevin Federline. Yes, I've been listening to The Woman in Me on audiobook. The Federline chapters were so vampiric. [8]

Nortey Dowuona: Vampires aren't real. There are plenty of greedy, selfish, and pale people in the world who are quite happy to take your days, your hours, your minutes. They quite happily crowd into your life, settle so deep, and nestle so close that even honestly engaging with them will drive you crazy. Forget trying to get them to stop hurting you, stop lying to you, stop betraying you. They just want more and more of you until you can no longer feel them drain you -- just collapse and sit, staring off into space. And once the last chorus kick-thuds painfully 16 more times, it finally collapses into silence because Olivia has shaken the man loose, but she is so depleted and uneasy she now has to keep watching around for him in the night. Vampires aren't real. Men are. [10]

[Read, comment and vote on The Singles Jukebox ]

#olivia rodrigo #music #music reviews #music writing #pop music #the singles jukebox #Youtube

[jessnotfoundd]

quackity x kpopidol!reader ?

I must say that I'm not really into kpop so I tried my best!

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

Pairing: cc!Quackity x kpopidol!reader.

Masterlist here!

Me and the dancers we've been practicing all day for a tour, it was around the corner and I needed to practice a lot for all the choreography.

The final song of my new album sounded and everyone starts dancing, I heard the door of the studio open and I see Alex with a Tupper, I try to concentrate but the beautiful boy would taking all my attention. When the song stops I run to him, hugging him.

-Hey- he says smiling.

-Hey- I laid a kiss on his lips and smiled.

-I bring you to launch- he shows me the Tupper and I melt.

-Can you stop being this sweet?- I slip down the wall and he follows me, sitting beside me and he gives me my food.

-You are amazing, I see you dancing there and I don't think there's anyone as talented as you, I love you.- he kisses my cheeks and I smile again, I smile a lot when I'm with him.

-Thank you, Alex, the tour is in a few days and I don't want to fail anything.- y ate the salad he made, he knows me really well, and this is my daily launch at practice.

-Well, I'm sure you'll do perfectly as always.-

I lean my head on his shoulder, he was always this supportive.

-I love you.-

-I love you too babe.-

We continued to talk about a few other stuff until the practice started again, even tho I told him I was okay with him leaving he wanted to wait for me to finish, so all the three hours that went dancing, he was there, seeing everything I was doing with the dancers, every stop for drinking water lead to a kiss.

After a lot of tries, everything was perfect so we decided that it was enough for today. I take the bag I bring with clothes and all and walk to Alex.

-Ready to go?- he nods while standing up.

-Wait I have an idea.-

-What-

-I'll give you a piggyback ride to the car.-

I smiled.

-Sounds good.-

I jump on his back and he holds my legs at his sides. What a sweetheart. The ride back home was full of laughs and kisses at the red lights and stops signs.

-I'm so grateful I have you.- I say looking at him.

-Come on, kiss me more.- he leans and I giggle to do the same.

#quackity x you #quackity x y/n #quackity x reader #quackity #kpopidon!reader #mcyt x reader #dreamsmp