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libraryofloveletters · 11 months

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Written In The Photos - Social Media Series

decided to take a little break from writing (I will still be writing after this, don’t worry!) but I didn’t want to leave you guys without content so I present the Written In The Photos series. each driver/player has a song and their post is inspired by said song :) I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed making it <3 // special thank you to my bestie @themandaloriansdiaries for all her help with song choices and all the cracked out convos we had to put it together.

Carlos Sainz Jr - Smooth Operator by Sade

late nights, jet leg and messed up sleep schedules lead to words spoken which would normally be kept to themselves.

Jack Grealish - Hot Girl Summer by Meg Thee Stallion

party after party, Jack seems to be spotted with the same girl over and over again.

Lewis Hamilton - Loveeeeeee Song by Rihanna and Future

he’s sick and tired of seeing you in private, he wants the world to know you’re his.

Sergio Ramos - Way 2 Sexy by Drake

working for a footballer isn’t easy, it’s even harder when everyone thinks you’re dating. ( footballer x pr manager)

Max Verstappen - Can We Still Friends by Tyler, The Creator

even the best of the friends can have falling outs, especially when you’re on opposites side of the track. (teammate/rival!reader)

Andy Robertson - I’m Still In Love With You by Sean Paul ft. Sasha and Jeremy Harding

so many years apart and you’re still in love with the same guy you’ve always been in love with.

Lance Stroll - Stuck With You by Ariana Grande

every relationship goes sour, except for the one you had with a certain brown eyed boy.

Pato O’Ward - Sunday Candy by Nico Segal

snapshots of love and life with the love of your life.

Jude Bellingham - P Power by Gunna ft Drake

young and in love, you two find yourselves making headlines more often than not.

Sebastian Vettel - Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado and Timberland

can’t keep his hands off you and can’t keep the flirty comments away. (redbull seb)

Kylian Mbappe - Hotel Room Service by Pitbull

secrets unravel when you’re caught together in spain.

Jenson Button - Money by Cardi B

diamonds are a girl’s best friend after all (sugar daddy!jenson)

Ruben Dias - Golden Hour by JVKE

you supported him through it all, it only made sense you were the one there in the end.

George Russell - London Boy by Taylor Swift

grey weather is a bit of a downer, unless you have someone by your side.

Bukayo Saka - Star Boy by The Weeknd

proud, proud, proud; you showed everyone just how proud you really were.

Mick Schumacher - Dark Red by Steve Lacy

he only has eyes for one girl and it’s the one girl he wasn’t supposed to be looking at. (vettel!reader)

Neymar Jr - Tití Me Preguntó by Bad Bunny

he promised to change, you were stupid enough to believe him but people never really change do they?

Lando Norris - Young, Dumb and Broke by Khalid

regret makes people do crazy things.

John Stones - I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston

your husband winning the treble calls for celebration and you two finally get the night out you deserve.

Esteban Ocon - Sure Thing by Miguel

attached at the hip; the sunshine to his rain. you were everything to him.

Erling Haaland - Sunday Mornings by Maroon 5

sunday mornings were a bit of a tradition for you, everyone notices when the pattern changes.

Pierre Gasly - Creepin’ by The Weeknd

loyalty runs both ways, until it doesn’t anymore but nothing ever really changes, does it?

Virgil Van Dijk - Let ‘Em Know by Bryson Tiller

some things never change, no matter how much you try.

Fernando Alonso - I’m Still Standing by Elton John

looking up and looking down, it never felt so right.

Jordan Henderson - If I Ain’t Got You by Alicia Keys

with your 10th anniversary around the corner, you both get a bit in your feels.

Charles Leclerc - A Sunday Kind Of Love by Etta James

races, weddings and races again; sundays hold a special place in his heart.

Trent Alexander Arnold - One Kiss by Dua Lipa

all it took was one kiss and the floodgates were opened.

Daniel Ricciardo - Woo by Rihanna

monaco is good to those who are good to it, especially those who win. every winner deserves a prize worthy of a king.

Christian Pulisic - Unforgettable by French Montana and Swae Lee

the star player and the ex girlfriend of his closest teammate are spotted together; you’re too unforgettable.

Kostas Tsimikas - Boyfriend by Ariana Grande and Social House

you were his until you weren't, but then you were again. the two of you tangled in the sheets and in a web of confusion; were you or were you not?

#written in the photos social media series #f1 instagram au #f1 social media au #football instagram au #football social media au

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lani-wr1tes · 11 months

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Connie x Black! Fem! Reader.

connie was the love and light of your life , and you where his. as far as you know , you did no wrong in his eyes. everyone told you that this was the "honeymoon phase" but let's be honest who's in that phase for three years.

as far as you were concerned, you were the main girl of his life, atleast you thought you were. of course you had your suspicions but you were convinced he'd never do anything like that.

there wasn't much he could've done anyways, he lived with you and it was the same thing every day. you woke up , he woke up , you got ready , he got ready , you stayed home or went to studios for photos, ran errands and while he went to work , tattooed , gave a couple piercings then went home.

so there really wasn't much he can do? right?. well today was different. tonight officially made three years of your relationship. so when he went off to work today you were a little suspicious when he didn't say anything about the occasion.

you had the whole day set up. 9:30 hair appointment, 3:15 nails , then the rest of the day cleaning and cooking then boom! surprise your boyfriend with a anniversary date from home.

at 6:30, when he usually got home you sat the table waiting for him to walk through that door. atleast that is what you thought should happen, right now it was 11:37 pm. upset , you were cleaning everything you set up. "niggas not even here.”

you went to your room, mumbling all negative words to yourself about him and the occasion. cleaning up the room a little bit then going into the bathroom to shower.

when you finally finished that and your nightly routine, you laid down on your bed looking at the digital clock on your nightstand. 12:30.

sighing to yourself you closed your eyes , trying your hardest to get some sleep but it seemed virtually impossible, the room door opened and you turned your body around seeing it was connie.

"hey mami." he leaned over the bed to kiss you but you dodged it. "where were you?" connie rolled his eye at your question.

''''ok, could we not do this today?" he grumbles. "i don't feel like doing anything right now, it's late and i'm tired."

connie walked into the bathroom, stripping his clothes till his underwear and throwing his shirt and jeans in a hamper. "connie tell me what the fuck made you so tired that you come home damn near twelve in the morning."

you weren't even going to mention your anniversary , you're going to let him figure that on his own. " i was with jean." he plopped on the bed facing away from you.

"seriously that's all you have to say especially today too?" you sucked your teeth looking at him.

"y/n, i don't have the energy for this. we'll do something another time go the bed."

"fine. bitch ass. you mumbled turning away from him. your eyes slowly opened, scanning around the room. you slightly squinted, in an attempt to focus on the numbers, glowy white on the pink alarm clock

you looked over on the bed and saw the empty side of the bed. the smell of food hit your nose harshly causing you to stand up.

you slid your slides on, and walked into the kitchen. connie stood over the stove, one hand on a spatula and the other on a phone.

"mom. ma. listen." he turned off the stove. "; know i messed up so ima make it up for her today. you walked over to the fridge still in a sour mood from last night.

"you know i love you right?" he looked at you in the eye. even though it was dark you were still able to see each other's faces. "fuck out my face”

"and no matter what i say or do or how i act i still love you." he said with a dead serious face. "i get it whitney houston. you doing everything but apologizing."

“and i'm getting there." he rolled his eyes and laughed a bit. " i love you and i'm sorry." connie looked sincere and you just looked at him.

"I'll make it mean something but for now do you forgive me?" you sucked your teeth and shrugged. "i guess i accept your apology but that doesn't mean i forgive you."

"ima take what i can get mama.”

#connie x black reader #connie aot x reader #aot x black reader #Lani writes ❤️#connie x reader

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tarotwithlove · 1 year

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reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit.

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PILE ONE

cards pulled: the magician, the hanged man, eight of wands, the hierophant, ace of pentacles

channelled songs: all i need by xiamara jennings. habibi by tamino. moon by everglow

my dear group one ♡ your fame will be something that you fall into almost accidentally, or coincidentally. some of you may have been trying for some time to get noticed, whether this is online or through auditions and casting calls, without much luck. your videos don’t get much views. you’re never the right fit for a role. your voice doesn’t stand out much. your manuscripts are always returned without much interest. you are looking at your efforts and the time you have spent trying to become famous and/or successful and wondering if it has all been for nothing.

i am reminded of the tyler the creator interview that has been going around lately, where he says that you never know who’s watching. because that is exactly what is happening in your case. you have no idea who has been watching you and keeping an eye on you, just waiting for a project to become available that will perfectly suit you. you have no idea who has shared your account or your audition tapes with someone with a greater platform. you have no idea that tomorrow a celebrity could reshare your art or content and reach out to work with you, putting you on the map and forever changing your life.

a lot of times when people say whatever can happen, will happen, they usually mean it negatively, however, in your case, it is only the absolute positive. you have a skill that will be coveted and that will grant you the fame and success you desire—in due time. do not take rejection as a failure, but rather as a sign to work harder, to persist, and to try again. because the opportunity you need—that foot in the door—is coming towards you. keep moving forward. try again.

PILE TWO

cards pulled: the emperor, three of cups, the hanged man, ace of pentacles, queen of cups

channelled songs: king by florence + the machine. i belong to you by whitney houston. eli by fireboy dml

my dear group two ♡ your claim to fame is going to be more fame by association, rather than fame of your own; or rather than fame that you have worked for yourself. this person is someone you will meet while out celebrating with friends, and who, despite the busy social atmosphere, you will have an almost instant connection with.

while for some of you, this person will already be famous while you meet each other, for the majority of you this person will become famous or highly acclaimed while you two are in a relationship. i pulled another card for clarification about what this person’s career and own claim to fame will be, and got the sun—so you can say that this person is someone who is incredibly famous and sought after in whatever field. if they are an actor, they are always cast as the lead.

if they are a model, they are constantly on the runway and on magazine covers. if they are a writer, their books fill the shelves of every library and bookstore. this goes the same whether they are a doctor, entrepreneur, professor, spiritual leader, coach, dancer. whatever it is. they are dedicated to being the best, and this is a dedication that has paid off for the best for them for how it has led to them becoming world renowned.

through the fame that your future partner garners, you will be able to make a name for yourself in turn. you may think of fame as some faraway dream. as a what if. but with your partner gaining fame, you will be granted an opportunity to finally have fame of your own, even if on a slightly smaller scale.

PILE THREE

cards pulled: king of wands, king of cups, the empress, the emperor, the hierophant

channelled songs: m.a.a.d city by kendrick lamar. nobody gets me by sza. cough it out by the front bottoms

my dear group three ♡ your claim to fame comes to you through someone investing in your business or idea. for some of you this is directly after a pitch to an investor or a board of directors (something like dragon’s den or shark tank comes to mind). while for others of you, this “investment” comes in the form of a celebrity giving you access to their fanbase by way of bringing attention to your business on a certain platform—such as by sharing your work as a recommendation, hiring you as a songwriter or producer, as two examples.

either way, it is evident that this fame is not so much fame of your own but more so fame of what you create, can produce, and can sell.

i keep finding other points of comparison to put things into perspective for you, and right now i am thinking of vladimir nabokov saying that *he* was not famous, *lolita* was. this is what fame will be like for you. your creation will outshine you. and will, in many ways, outlive you.

but that is nothing to despair, because you will have the wealth, success and acknowledgement that fame allows without much of the invasions of privacy. the wealth to support not only yourself, but your family (especially for those of you who will gain this fame and success with a family business)—without the worry that every move you make will be scrutinized and criticized by the general public. the wealth to pull you completely out of the life you have become accustomed to—and may start to fear that you will always live as it becomes easier to give up on your dreams.

PILE FOUR

cards pulled: seven of swords, two of pentacles, six of cups, seven of pentacles, ten of swords

channelled songs: bint elkhandaq by mashrou’ leila. cherry bomb by nct 127. far by sza

my dear group four ♡ your claim to flame comes to you through social media, with you gaining fame as an influencer after a significant body transformation. for some of you, your social media presence may have been small but close-knit, with you building a reliable community around yourself for something completely unrelated to what you gain your fame for.

but after this transformation—be it changing how you dress (especially with regard to becoming a plus sized or disabled fashion influencer), transitioning, losing or gaining weight, building muscle, etcetera—your account will take off. people will see you as inspiration and as motivation to either go after their own goals or to live authentically and comfortably in their own skin without fear of social perception.

people with your body type and/or disabilities and/or fashion sense will see themselves in you and thank you for giving them the courage to live a certain way, or for giving them the motivation to reach whatever goals for their body and image that they may have.

however, social media fame is just your first step forward, and you will use the social media clout and fame you have garnered to propel you forward in your chosen field. first to get brand deals, then to get modelling deals, or to otherwise solidify your place in the actual celeb world. your personality and personal experiences will be your main selling point, with your fans and supporters seeing you as someone who they want to see keep winning because of how much you have motivated and comforted them in their daily lives.

because of the way you enter the world of fame, your fame may be fleeting and fickle, so make sure you capitalise on it as much as possible! diversify the projects you participate him and do more to establish yourself as a celebrity of renown (emma chamberlain) instead of an influencer who coincidentally got famous (james charles).

#**#tarot #pac #pick a card #pick a picture #pick a group #pick an image #pick a pile #tarot reading #channelled message #channelled messages #tarotblr #tarotcommunity

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starrvsn · 1 year

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in which you & wally (slow) dance ♡

on rotation: saving all my love for you by whitney houston.

a/n: pls there’s not enough nickname variants for wally :’) also! wally’s outfit. im a firm believer that wally has at least another outfit than the other two he had in the show. (exchange the leather jacket for his varsity)

“i can’t dance walls!” you pout as he takes your hand pulling you from your seated position on the stage. “don’t be silly sweetheart, anyone can dance.” leading you to the middle of the court. it was late with everyone doing their own little thing. wally couldn't contain his excitement for homecoming and now that he's going with you he shares that excitement, eventually unveiling to him that you in fact cannot dance to save your life. “but not everyone can dance good.” wally scoffs resting his hands comfortably on your hips “i’ve seen you dance before don't be sly, you're definitely not a bad dancer.” a charming grin painting his face as his soft brown eyes bore into yours. you can't help but flush at his words. now knowing he's seen you dance.

"you're a creeper wally clark!" exclaiming, playfully smacking his shoulder to which he feigns hurt for but quickly regains his composure.

"well i can't help that you play sick tunes when you bake!" you laugh at his silly reasons, now noting to lower the volume next time you’re in the culinary room and telling him off for sneaking on you anyways.

“speaking of tunes” giving you a knowing look; he departs from you, venturing towards your previous spot to the cd player that laid next to you, thank god for cd players and modern technology. he slips the cd in the player. the soft tune of a whitney houston song emitting from the stereo. when you had first heard this song together wally had instantly declared that this is your song. he then dims the lights in the gym and carefully shedding his varsity jacket, his white tee hugging him graciously.

he softly sways to the beat as you watch him closely, flutters of nerves in your stomach. you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of him, as he gets closer– he extends a hand out to you. wordlessly asking your permission for a dance. gently, you take his hand in yours as he pulls you close, hand comfortably on your waist as the other clasps gingerly onto yours. ‘just take things slow’ he murmurs– taking the lead as you fall into step with him quite naturally. slow, gentle rhythm of the music matches the beating of your hearts as you move in sync with you. feeling the warmth of each other's embrace. your eyes meet, flushing at his tender gaze. caught up in the moment of being in each others presence.

As you move together, your steps become more graceful and fluid, like pieces of a puzzle, connected in every way. the world fades away, leaving only the two of you and the music, as you share this intimate moment together. “you’re a natural sweetheart.” he gushes pulling away from you a bit, only a few centimeters away compared to the warmth you were feeling earlier. shyly brushing off the compliment with a shake of your head, he lifts your arm giving you a knowing glance. just as the chorus begins you let out a giggle. slowly turning before facing him again, his soft grin mimicks on your face as you continue to step together, his hands resting on your waist and yours around his neck; one comfortingly caressing his neck. counting the constellation of moles and freckles that litter his face and neck, your hand gradually climbing to his face– resting gently on his cheek to which he turns his head to plant a soft kiss on your palm. lost in the moment as you continue this soft and intimate moment. wishing for it not to end.

‘yes, i’m saving all my love for you’

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#star’s galaxy #wally clark #wally clark x reader #wally clark fanfiction #wally clark imagines #school spirits #school spirits fanfiction #school spirits wally clark #milo manheim #milo manheim fanfiction

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skepsiss · 7 days

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For Steddie prompts -- I'm always a fan of older Steve and Eddie, like them in the 90's and still pining type of nonsense

That or them as camp councilors, for Summertime for us Northern Hemispherers ♥️✨

Pining in the 90s.... hmmm, as in they're not together yet? I'm going to take this in a rather AU way, hope you like it! Ooops, it's almost 2,000 words.... but whatever. (Anyone can send me a prompt! Please do) --

Eddie hoisted his guitar up his shoulder, grunting as he picking up his duffle and staggered away from the bus. It was a mild summer day, and he was pleased he had gotten in early to camp, even if he missed getting the extra sleep.

Eddie wasn't exactly 'a morning person,' but mornings came with their perks as Eddie took in the familiar sight of Camp Callingwood. He had never frequented the camp as a kid, but he had started as a seasonal camp counsellor in the late 80s as a last-ditch effort to not be homeless for the summer. It turned out to be one of the best decisions of his life because he had met some of the best people in the world. It was 'one of those perks' and Eddie couldn't help but look around to try and catch a glimpse of the guy he was looking for.

Like a sunbeam on a cloudy day, Eddie caught sight of Steve Harrington making his way down the dirt path toward the bus drop-off. He was talking to a younger woman who was also wearing the counsellor uniform, but Eddie didn't waste time waving Steve over. It took a beat, but Steve smiled wide when he saw Eddie.

"Hey!" Steve called over before saying something quickly to the young woman and then trotting up to Eddie. "Hey, man. I wasn't sure if you'd be coming around this summer."

"Wouldn't miss it," Eddie said cheerfully, letting Steve grab his duffle bag so they could start walking toward the cabins.

"No big break yet then, huh?" Steve asked, saying a few quick hellos to the other counsellors that had just been dropped off.

"You seen my name in the tabloids?" Eddie joked, only feeling a small pinch of embarrassment over Steve's comment. He hadn't made it big despite how much he talked up his music. He knew he was good, but there wasn't always an agent who could see that in the music biz. Still, he was nearly 26 now, and without a break soon, he feared he wouldn't make it at all.

"I guess not," Steve laughed, talking easily with Eddie along the quiet forest path. "Definitely would have taken notice to seeing you. You still selling songs?"

"Yeah, doing pretty good there," Eddie admitted, shyly glancing at Steve as he tried to gauge his attitude toward all of this.

Eddie was doing well in the 'selling songs' department; he could churn out hits for anyone, but it wasn't the music he wanted to play. It sucked that metal didn't seem to be in fashion right now, but no part of him wanted to change his whole personality to fit what was 'popular.'

"Wrote one for Whitney Houston recently," Eddie proclaimed, feeling a bit proud of that sell.

"No shit?" Steve asked, sounding surprised before he bumped his shoulder into Eddie's. "Good for you, man. Cool."

Eddie smiled stupidly, liking the roughness and how boyishly charming it was. When he had first gotten to Camp Callingwood all those years ago, Steve had already been a seasoned veteran at the game. From what Eddie knew, he ran the site year-round now, and maintained the grounds during the off-season too. Eddie was only a temp, but Steve seemed so pleased to see him every year. And every year… Eddie always tentatively sussed out whether or not Steve was still single.

"Any interesting changes?" Eddie asked, glancing at Steve from under his lashes, trying to keep things casual. "No… well, I got a dog," Steve smiled, opening the door to Eddie's cabin for him. "Pepper--she's great company during the winter. It can get pretty lonely up here by yourself."

"New dog, but no lady?" Eddie joked lightly, hoping the answer was no.

"No, no lady," Steve laughed, dropping Eddie's bag on the bunk bed. "They tend not to be great company in the winter when they have to rough it--in my experience."

Eddie laughed lightly, unable to hold back the little bloom of heat in his chest. Steve really was 'one of those perks' and Eddie could hardly wait for camping season to begin so he could sign up as a counsellor again. He liked the kids, and he had fun teaching everyone how to play the guitar, or hosting the 'in-door activities' for the kids that didn't quite fit in with the others, but the real reason he kept coming back was Steve. He wished it wasn't just a temporary thing, but he chickened out asking for more every year he was here.

"Don't get too comfortable," Steve offered, swaying and leaning on the pole of the bunk bed, looking casual as could be. "We've got a lot of kids these first few weeks so I might need to move you into the big house. You don't mind dogs, right?"

The big house was Steve's permanent residence, and it was a proper home rather than the bunk rooms the counsellors and kids usually slept in.

"No--yeah, dogs are fine," Eddie said quickly, "wouldn't mind meeting Pepper though--if you're not up to anything else right now?"

"Sure, I'll see if I can find her. She's probably running around somewhere. She's a bear dog, you know? Well, not for like attacking bears or whatever, but she does a good job of keeping them away," Steve explained, motioning for Eddie to follow him.

Eddie put his guitar down on the bed and followed Steve out, not sure if he knew what Steve meant by 'bear-dog.'

Almost as soon as they got outside Steve was yelling Pepper's name and whistling as he walked toward the mess hall.

"Did you get some new tattoos?" Steve asked as they continued to walk around the camp. Other counsellors were moving about and setting things up or settling into their cabins, the site a hive of activity.

"Yeah, one on my arm and one on my thigh," Eddie said, twisting to show off his new ink. That was another thing he liked about Steve: he didn't seem bothered at all that Eddie had tattoos, even though they were still considered quite scandalous to most employers.

"One more too on my chest, but I'll save that one for later," Eddie joked lightly, pleased to be asked about his ink.

"Later for sure," Steve retorted with a smile, and Eddie blinked at him as he tried to decipher what he meant by that. Later how?

Eddie didn't get the chance to dwell on that thought though as Steve hollered Pepper's name again and Eddie watched as a large white mass bounded toward them through the trees.

"There she is," Steve said pleasantly, crouching down to greet the dog.

Pepper was a Great Pyrenees and far too big for Steve to be crouching down for.

She bounded into him and turned happily, letting Steve rough her up with pets and scratches. He was cooing and making pleasant sounds of affection at her as she wagged her tall and rubbed her head under his chin.

"She's still a puppy, only a little over one year old," Steve explained as he stood back up and Pepper turned her attention to Eddie.

"She's big," Eddie said, a little surprised by the dog's size as she bumped into his hip, looking for attention. He gave her a few good scratches, unable to stop himself from smiling.

"She's friendly--might try and sleep with you," Steve joked lightly, motioning for Pepper to sit.

She obeyed quickly and Eddie grinned as he watched her pant happily, looking for more commands.

"So this is her first summer with the kids?" Eddie asked, crouching down like Steve had before and scratching and rubbing Pepper's neck.

"Yeah, well, in this amount. We get some winter scouts and groups like that, so she has been around kids and she's great with them, but she'll probably be excited to have so many people to spoil her."

Eddie laughed, charmed by how in love Steve was with his dog. If Steve was still single, and he was pouring all of his affection in to a dog… Eddie couldn't see why shooting his shot would hurt. He had backed off every year since he met Steve, but he was feeling determined to at least confirm that Steve wasn't interested in him. They were pals, and sometimes they wrote to one another during the year, but Eddie really wasn't sure how receptive Steve was to the whole… queer thing. He did know that they'd had queer kids at camp before, and Steve had always been gentle and accepting of them, so his attitude couldn't be all negative.

"Let's go grab your keys," Steve said suddenly, and Eddie stood up to follow him. "I'll just give you a master this year, easier that way. It opens all the bunk houses and the utility rooms--and the big house. Easier than trying to sort out all the rings."

Eddie nodded, feeling a small flush creep up his cheeks. It felt rather intimate to be given a key to Steve's house, even if it technically was part of camp property.

Steve handed him the kitschy keychain and Eddie quickly added it to his own keyring.

"Don't lose it," Steve said, sounding only moderately strict. "I only have three of those. You and me are the only ones that'll have them, I don't want to hand out the spare."

"Oh," Eddie frowned, glancing up at Steve. "Are you sure you want to give it to me?"

"Yeah, I trust you, man. Plus, I don't mind you letting yourself in whenever," Steve grinned, walking over to his desk and rooting around the papers there.

Eddie pinched his brow in with confusion, not sure how to react to that. What did he mean by 'letting yourself in whenever'? It sounded so off-handed, but Eddie had no clue if he was supposed to take that seriously or… flirtatiously.

Steve had always been friendly, but this felt like it went a bit beyond friendly.

Eddie swallowed lightly, mustering the courage to speak as Steve turned back around with a clipboard in his hand.

"I could move my stuff into your place now, if you want," Eddie asked, idly picking his nail polish. "Easier than having to do it later. Just… make it my spot for the summer."

It was Steve's turn to stare as they stood there quietly for a beat, before Steve seemed to shake himself from his astonishment.

"Yeah! For sure---that's cool, let's do that," Steve agreed quickly, smiling again but not making a move toward the door.

"You want to show me the room I'll be staying in?" Eddie asked, feeling his confidence grow a bit.

"Yes--yeah," Steve waffled, sounding pleased but a bit surprised for some reason. "Follow me."

Eddie chewed his lip lightly and looped his arms behind his back as he followed Steve out of the cabin. He wasn't certain, but Steve had seemed sort of… flustered by the prospect of them actually sharing a living space. The idea of that encouraged Eddie, and he grinned privately to himself as he thought about retiring for the evening with Steve in his little cabin in the woods. It felt… romantic and it really did set Eddie up to succeed.

Eddie was going to make this summer the summer he asked Steve on a date. He wasn't going to chicken out again.

#my_writing #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie fic #mini ask fics

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artsformyvoid · 9 months

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"She had only so much ‘self’ to give. She was dropped by her label after selling 7 million albums for them. She became crazed, yes, but uninteresting, never. She had done nothing wrong. She had proud vulnerability … and there is a certain music industry hatred for singers who don’t ‘fit in’ (this I know only too well), and they are never praised until death - when, finally, they can’t answer back. The cruel playpen of fame gushes with praise for Sinead today … with the usual moronic labels of “icon” and “legend”. You praise her now ONLY because it is too late. You hadn’t the guts to support her when she was alive and she was looking for you.

The press will label artists as pests because of what they withhold … and they would call Sinead sad, fat, shocking, insane … oh but not today! Music CEOs who had put on their most charming smile as they refused her for their roster are queuing-up to call her a “feminist icon”, and 15 minute celebrities and goblins from hell and record labels of artificially aroused diversity are squeezing onto Twitter to twitter their jibber-jabber … when it was YOU who talked Sinead into giving up … because she refused to be labelled, and she was degraded, as those few who move the world are always degraded. Why is ANYBODY surprised that Sinead O’Connor is dead? Who cared enough to save Judy Garland, Whitney Houston, Amy Winehouse, Marilyn Monroe, Billie Holiday?

Where do you go when death can be the best outcome? Was this music madness worth Sinead’s life? No, it wasn’t. She was a challenge, and she couldn’t be boxed-up, and she had the courage to speak when everyone else stayed safely silent. She was harassed simply for being herself. Her eyes finally closed in search of a soul she could call her own. As always, the lamestreamers miss the ringing point, and with locked jaws they return to the insultingly stupid “icon” and “legend” when last week words far more cruel and dismissive would have done.

Tomorrow the fawning fops flip back to their online shitposts and their cosy Cancer Culture and their moral superiority and their obituaries of parroted vomit … all of which will catch you lying on days like today … when Sinead doesn’t need your sterile slop.”

MORRISSEY 26 July, 2023.

#sinead o'connor #morrissey

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im-robins-bitch · 1 year

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An Ode To Roadtrips (Fruity Four x Gn! Reader)

Or, you had always wanted to go on a roadtrip, when you go with your four loves it turns out it isn’t exactly like in the movies. 1.9k

Inspired by @love-toxin (their stuff is great go read!)

Eddie’s elbow was jamming into you and continued to do so with increasing velocity as Eddie complained that none of his music was on the mix tape. Steve insisted it was on shuffle and one would come on soon. The discussion began anew every time a new song played and you were growing sick of it, but Eddie, who had ‘suffered through an entire ABBA tape’ was not going to let up anytime soon.

A cooler crammed on your lap was only adding to your discomfort. Your ass was aching on either side no matter how often you readjusted. Eddie had promised to swap it to his lap during the initial packing phase. Then his long legs hadn’t fit under Steve’s seat. So his legs were jammed up against the seatseat and there was no room for the cooler on top of them. His uncomfortable position was only encouraging his sour mood.

Robin was the third in your backseat trio and she was suffering from car sickness. She had promised she still had some travel sickness pills when Nancy had asked. Told everyone she had some in her backpack when Steve questioned her before setting off.

Only she had packed an empty packet.

Your hand was entwined with hers, squeezing it every so often in solidarity.

Steve ignored Eddie’s whining and turned Whitney Houston up louder. Eddie sank back into his seat once again and dropped his head against yours, smacking a kiss to it.

Nancy and Steve were the only ones who were in relative comfort. Both sat in the front seats, Steve driving and Nancy giving him directions, the map dutifully laid on her lap.

Every so often Nancy would watch Robin in the rearview mirror. She had a soft spot for the two of you. You knew it was killing her that she couldn’t take Robin's sickness away, it was killing you too.

This whole road trip had seemed like a fun idea when it had been brought up. Going far away from Hawkins for a little while, deep into the woods where no one could disturb you. Allowing the five of you to fully relax for once. Not having to worry about prying eyes, about if you were acting too close for a group of friendly roommates.

You only realised a little too late the reality of how annoying road trips could really be. Crammed into a car with too much stuff. The lack of space causing any possible tension to be multiplied. God forbid someone needed the bathroom shortly after you had already passed a service station. Of the five of you, only Nancy and Eddie had truly been on long road trip drives before. Nancy with her family and Eddie with his bandmates, going to shows in his van. It wasn’t living up to the romanticised fantasy you, Steve and Robin had envisioned when planning.

“Not much longer now,” Nancy assured. The three of you in the back were glad to hear it. Eddie seemed to perk up at the news.

He pressed a smattering of kisses to the side of your face. You moved your face to kiss him back, your free hand cupping his cheek to hold him in place. He shivered at the coldness of your touch, caused by the cooler. You nipped lightly at his bottom lip making him whine. “Hey,” Mumbled Robin, not wanting to be left out. She looked so pitiful, looking up at you from her slouched position with a pout on her lips. She slumped against you, shoving the cooler against Eddies legs to get closer.

“Ow!” Yelled Eddie dramatically, rubbing his hand up and down his leg. He slid an arm around your shoulders to pull both you, the cooler and Robin closer to him. His hand carded through Robin's hair the way that he enjoyed with his.

Robin hummed in appreciation.

You melted in the embrace of your two loves. Robin snuggled in as close as she could get to your chest, Eddie sandwiched between you and the cooler. It hadn’t always been this easy.

Initially, Robin struggled with feeling a little like an outsider in your group. She was the only one who wasn’t sexually or romantically attracted to everyone in the group. It had been a little awkward at first, she wasn’t entirely sure how to slot herself in, but you all talked about boundaries and it was clear that between the two guys and her everything was purely platonic.

Steve was her platonic soulmate, the solid rock by her side who always knew how to calm her down when she was getting into her head. Eddie on the other hand, brought out her wilder side.

You, Robin and Eddie, had become thick as thieves, always causing trouble much to Steve and Nancy’s chagrin. The two of them were the caretakers of the group, they loved you all so much and took care of you in their own ways. You all may not have had a traditional relationship, but it worked so much better than any relationships you had been in before.

“Steve! Stop the car!” Robin blurted out.

“Are you gonna be sick?” He exclaimed, “Please not on the seats,” He quickly pulled over. Your hand moved to soothingly rub at her back and Nancy spun to her, concern crowding her features.

Robin scrambled out of the car. You followed out after her, ready to hold her hair back.

Prepared to be met by a retching Robin you were shocked to see her bouncing on her toes, with a toothy grin. She was pointing at something and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at what you saw.

There, in the middle of a rundown farm was the self-proclaimed ‘world's largest trumpet’. "Robin, what the fuck?” Steve exclaimed, adrenaline running through him at his sudden stop.

“Please Steve we have to see it!” She begged, clasping her hands together. Suddenly it clicked in your mind as to why Robin had insisted on going to this particular campsite even though it was an extra hour away.

“Fine” He huffed, trying to hold back a smile. “15 minutes,” He warned, using his best dad voice, holding up his finger.

His hands rubbed soothing circles into the bottom of your spine, his mouth pressing kisses to your cheeks.

She squealed, her excitement met by Eddie who was racing her to get there first. Steve shook his head, watching the two idiots try to trip each other in the grass. “I swear...” He muttered, wrapping both his arms around your waist. “How is she running when she could barely move without threatening to hurl a second ago?" He questioned.

The two of you waited for Nancy who was rooting in the boot of the car for something.

“Sore?” He questioned, feeling the way you keened into his touch and closed your eyes in relief.

You nodded your head before burying your face in his neck. “My ass hurts” You mumbled, rubbing your nose against him.

Steve snorted, moving his hands further down. Blocked by the car it seemed like you were hugging, rather than receiving an ass massage. You lifted your head, your chin moving to rest against his chest. You cupped his cheek, smiling as he leaned into your touch. “Are you sore?”

Steve shook his head and tugged you back into him again. You knew he was lying, there was no way his shoulders and back couldn’t be a little stiff. Your arms snaked up from around his waist to his shoulders. Your hands dug in trying to find a good rhythm and you were rewarded with Steve sighing contentedly when you did.

“Got it!” said Nancy smiling in victory as she pulled out her camera. You pulled away from Steve with one last kiss and both of you linked hands with Nancy, one of you on either side.

You slowly walked over to the other two, warming your legs back up. They were racing around the trumpet and waving their hands, yelling for the three of you to hurry up. When you finally reached them, they were out of breath from their excitement.

Nancy insisted on taking photos in front of the trumpet, getting you all squished in together so she could take it and be in the photo too.

“It’s over 104 feet long!” Robin explained once the photo shoot was over, “Isn’t that cool? And-” Her next fact was interrupted as a toot came from the trumpet in question. You all turned and saw a bashful-looking Eddie standing at the mouthpiece. “...it even works,” Robin finished, scowling at Eddie.

“That’s disgusting!” Yelled Steve “Think about how many people's mouths have touched that.” Eddie only laughed, not taking Steve’s disgust seriously.

“Yum,”

Robin stuck her tongue out in disgust and Nancy had a similar response. You giggled, even more so when Eddie stuck his tongue back out at Robin.

“I’m not kissing you after that,” Steve said and Eddie's childish glee diminished at once.

“What! C’mon,” Eddie pouted.

The pout on Eddie's face finally made Steve smile, “That’s what happens when you misbehave.”

“Yeah Eddie, that's what happens when you misbehave.” You parroted, crossing your arms to mirror Steve's stance.

“Oh yeah?’ He taunted. He launched himself at both you and steve, and the two of you dived out of the way just in time to avoid being knocked to the floor.

You then spent the next fifteen minutes running from Eddie as he chased everyone around and gave wet kisses to anyone he could catch. Your shrieks and giggles filled the air as you all ran around the field to avoid his sloppy kiss, until at last, you all returned, exhausted, to the car.

Steve’s original 15-minute rule had gone forgotten, though he didn’t seem to mind. Hesat on the hood of his car with Eddie standing between his legs, pecking his lips over and over again.

Nancy was rearranging the items in the back, trying to find a way to fit the cooler in the trunk and at least make it so you didn’t have something so heavy and cold digging into you for the rest of the ride.

You ended up sitting on a sleeping bag rolled out over the back seat with a couple of blankets tossed over top. Robin was fast asleep, a balled-up jumper cushioning her head against the window.

Eddie was drooling on your shoulder, mumbling in his sleep. You weren’t far behind either, eyes blinking back open every time you caught yourself dozing off until at last you went slack.

Nancy grinned in contentment, telling steve each direction softly as not to wake you all up.

They came to a stoplight and Steve used the moment it gave him to look back at his favourite people knocked out in the back. Nancy's hand covered his on the gear stick and he lifted it to his mouth for a sweet kiss.

The mixtape switched over to the next song and Sweet Child O’Mine played quietly throughout the car. Eddie sang along in his sleep.

It was rare he felt content nowadays. He was always looking for danger after the horrors he had been through. Now he let himself relax.

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warblercore · 4 months

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epic klaine moments that changed the course of history

- their argument in miss pillsbury's office. it is funny and I like to giggle teeheeheehaha

- when blaine is demonstrating dance moves to the glee club and kurt goes CUTEE!!! when he does a little twirl I am giggling, kicking my feet, etc etc...

- s6, e5, the hurt locker (part 2) it must've been love (but it's over noooow) it must've been good (but I lost it somehow) I'm all out of love. I'm so lost without you. they want to name their child fettuccine alfredo (little feta)

- s2, e20 'prom queen' because they can't touch us or what we have friday night and the lights are lowwwwwww looking out for a place to goooooooo where they play the right music. gettin' in the swing. you've come to look for a king. (doo doo doooooo)

- candles :)

- just. that one scene in props where they're hanging out at the shopping centre and eating ice cream and chatting about stuff because we don't rlly get to see them just vibing together!!

- their first kiss was in the middle of a coffin decorating session (rip pavarotti 🐦💛)

- don't speak. I know just what you're saying...so please stop explaining...don't tell me 'cause it hurts 😫😫

- just bros helping bros :)

- when blaine sang a sorrowful rendition of hopelessly devoted to you from grease to express his regrets

- when kurt sang a sorrowful rendition of I have nothing by whitney houston to express his regrets

- when kurt and blaine sang a sorrowful rendition of it's too late by carole king to express their regrets

- candles :)

- when blaine gathers together all of their show choir enemies to propose to kurt on the steps at dalton where they first met. and you know, it's even more beautiful bc he sings all you need is love by the beatles, a band that is clearly incredibly important to kurt and his journey through life. his dad used to sing I want to hold your hand to him and its what he sung to deal with his father's illness. he sings blackbird to deal with the loss of a dear beloved pet. its also this performance that helps blaine realise his feelings for kurt. the beatles are a really important and emotionally resonant band throughout kurts life, and blaine remembers this when he asks to spend the rest of their lives together

- candles :)

#klaine #the power lines went out 😔 and i am all alone 😔 but i dont rlly care at all not answering my phone 😔#long post #candles posting

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