#the music freaks fanfic

[iaminalotoffandoms13]

"I never loved you, I simply accepted the love that you gave me." An Aged up Liam fanfic (+angst & hurt/no comfort)

(Some random fic I made from a quote I saw)

Tw: suicide

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A gnawing feeling has been slowly eating him for years, and this time it has gotten stronger. William Travers, will be telling his wife for 10 years the truth. The truth that he always kept from everyone but himself, although he couldn't bear the feeling of lying to her as this relationship is slowly hurting him as well. He eyes his wife who's currently cutting her food into small pieces, he have brought her to a fancy dinner so they could talk about this matter calmly, although Liam was sure that she didn't have the same idea on her mind and thought this was another one of their dates. He remembers all of it, from the first to the last one before he's gonna tell her the truth, all of those flowers, fancy dinner, dancing, kissing. She felt wonderful and at blissed! Truly feels loved and Liam has only been hoping that he would have those feelings his wife had for 10 years. Guilt consumes him slowly, it's not like he doesn't deserve that guilt consuming him everyday. He has commit a crime to a human's heart, that is only accepting a love without actually feeling it.

"What's on your mind?"

His wife asks with a concern look. He does not deserve those loving and concern stares from her when he never truly return the stares genuinely and return it with dread feeling his stomach with hatred and condemn.

"####, you are aware that we have been married for 10 years right?"

The wife smiles remembering the day of the wedding warmly. Oh Liam wish he could have remember one of the days that gave great impact on his life with love as well, although it seems like he's incapable for that as well.

"Yes, I do. I can't believe we've gotten this far. We have a nice family of our own now, I couldn't ask for anything more."

The woman said, grateful for the life she had.

"Of course, it can get stressful sometimes but you and Lucy have given me one of the best moments of my life."

...

Liam stares at his wife, no love on his eyes and it was a returned once again by a loving ons

"Although I hope Courtney remembers a out the allergies list I gave her, I wouldn't want her to get-"

"I'm sorry."

This was it.

"Huh? Sorry for what?"

His wife said in confusion. Liam tug his sleeves a bit, an old habit that he does when he's nervous. How can he revealed to her about the lies of the marriage. The lies that have made a family. He wonders if he could wait a bit longer to see, if perhaps a miracle could give him the feelings that he have forever crave, but he knows it wouldn't.

"This... this marriage was a lie."

"... Liam, I'm confused. Did you perhaps drink too much?"

He lets out a bitter chuckle.

"No, no. #### I... I never loved you... I simply accepted the love that you gave me.."

The truth that he have kept from everyone for 10 years is finally out to the person he kept from the most.

"What? What are you talking about?"

His wife asks dreadfully as if she have some speculations that Liam have admit. Perhaps she does have a clue on what he's truly feeling, as he never return her love with the same passion, although Liam guessed that she always brushed it away.

"I... I do love you, ####, but... never that way... I ... Just wanted to feel like I'm capable of loving."

His wife stares at him and Liam couldn't tell what was the emotion from that eyes that stare the great big truth currently.

"Since forever I've been nagged about how nice romance is and I've never have that feeling which scared me deeply. So when you told me you love me, I mainly sees it as a way to prove I could love too."

As Liam looks back to his wife, he saw she was crying.

"I'm sorry."

His wife got up and left immediately to their car, Liam soon followed him after paying for the dinner. For a couple of days, they didn't talk to each other and Liam just slept on the couch outside to give his wife some space. One day, he got back from work.

"Dad!"

His 7 year old daughter runs to him when he enters the house.

"Yes sweetie? How's your day?"

"It's alright, but mommy didn't come out from the bathroom since afternoon! I think she's sick!"

"She didn't? Alright I'll check."

Liam felt a gnawing feeling on his stomach again. He tries to open the door but it was locked of course, he tried knocking but there wasn't an answer. He complements for a bit and he grabbed a key, he slowly opens the door.

His wife, was laying there with foams on her mouth and a bottle of pills to her hand.

Liam stared, at the consequences and proof of his truth, with shock and a heavy guilt. He quickly rushes to his wife, as he tried to check for a pulse. No, she have been dead for hours already.

"No no no, I'm so sorry, Carrie! I'm so so sorry!"

He cried although there wasn't an answer. His daughter looks at the body, the figment of her love that Liam never return and took for granted, now laid upon the bathroom's tiles with confusion and fear.

"W-what's happening?! Why is there bubbles on her mouth!"

This was his punishment. The truth has killed his wife, it have killed the mother of his daughter he greatly loves and he condemns it. He condemns the truth. He hated it and swore to never let it out ever again.

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Hi! Can you guys give some tips to write a story better?

#tmf liam #liam tmf #tmf #the music freaks #the music freaks headcanons #angst #hurt/angst #the music freaks fanfic #aroace hc #Cupioromantic

[can-a-tuna-fish]

I can and will write a multi page essay about the way people write and portray Richard Goranski’s lisp in fan content and why I don’t like it. this is sort of just one aspect of it, guys please actually consider how a lisp works before writing/playing him with one I’m begging you.

Rich has a tongue between teeth lisp (as opposed to the type of lisp that happens when air escapes from the sides of your teeth), meaning he makes the “sss” and “zzz” sounds with his tongue “out” (touching the top row of his teeth instead of resting behind them).

The way the tongue between teeth sort of lisp works, you only make the “th” sound on certain words. sun, spoil, and toss all require you to use the “sss” sound to pronounce them, meaning they would come out with a th lisp. The same goes for “zzz” sounding words like zebra, puzzle, and lazy. Plus some words with C like icing, voice, and circle, since in this context the C actually makes the same sound as an S.

Not all words that have an S or C in them make the speaker lisp though, which is where I think people get confused about it and write/play him with a silly sounding or inaccurate lisp. Words like share, show, and sheet make a “shh” or a shush sound, which usually wouldn’t have a th lisp attached to it :))

Something I recommend if you’re ever playing him or just generally any character who lisps, be conscious not to speak with your tongue out the entire time. I see a lot of the people who play him just keeping their tongue between their teeth throughout entire sentences while trying to recreate a lisp, and it changes the pronunciation of ALL their words which a lisp wouldn’t do.

Also, when writing a lisp, it’s really repetitive to read anything that constantly emphasizes it. You don’t have to write “thally thellth thea thellth by the thea thore” it’s difficult to read and makes the content less accessible overall, it’s okay to write the words normally and THEN emphasize how they’re spoken, one or two mentions of a lisp is enough to get the point across without constant repetition. Plus then it’s not crowding up your writing and taking all that effort to figure out.

Honestly all I’m saying is to think about how speech impediments work before trying to write/mimic them, genuinely though at most it mildly annoys me so there’s no anger or anything behind this post. It’s something I like talking about + I like rich so he gets to be part of this too.

#I actually don’t expect anyone to read all that #I’m posting this for the clarity of my own mind #it’s one of those things that already bugs me in fanfic #then I watch the source material and realize it happens there too so it bugs me double #this isn’t discoraging anyone from giving him a lisp oh my god please do I love characters who lisp so much #just like think about it a little bit before you do :)) #ugh I love this freak #there will probably be more on this eventually #richard goranski #rich goranski #be more chill #bmc #be more chill musical #bmc musical #txt post

[vasito-de-leche]

okay I read your analysis on Forget Me Not and I'm in tears now thank you. (No but really thank you, it's such a touching piece.) Can you PLEASE for salvation of our fans souls write anything to like,,, give him hope? Forget Me Not x reader but it doesn't have to be actually all-out with hugs and kisses. We may,,,,,,,, just show him a new hobby? Any hobby of your choosing or idk play an instrument together. Just to give him something else to focus on, to channel at least part of his energy from self-destructive activities to something less hurtful. I'd personally like to bandage his (not actually wounded but still) hands as if they were bleeding. Something of the kind. Sorry for mistakes writing is incredibly inconvenient cuz tears aaa.

;R1999 FORGET ME NOT - "hands, fingers, scales"

Forget Me Not x Reader. 2.3k words. self-harm implied You've befriended Forget Me Not the same one befriends a rabid, beaten, old dog. And while he's much too busy fighting his inner demons, you're more worried about stopping these "pernicious habits" of his. A casual afternoon trying to make sure he's taking care of himself turns into something deeper.

thank you so much for the ask, nonnie!!

I got a little carried away with this request because thinking about how fucking insufferable and confusing FMN has to be just to indulge in HAND HOLDING and GETTING A FUCKING HOBBY made me so deranged and feral as if hes not fucking TOUCHSTARVED lmfao. this guy's love language is straight up worshipping, mf is not subtle about it

either way, hope you like it! here's the lil preview!

Sometimes, Forget Me Not understands the reason men and women kneel at the pew to worship and pray.

Devotion is something arcanists and humans share, whether honest or not. He's witnessed the rich and the poor, the pure and the depraved, and every binary that rules this world - all of them begging, pleading and praying at the end of their lives, casting away the pride they've held on for so long for the chance of salvation. Once stripped down to their core, there is nothing to do but hope God has enough love in His heart to look their way. 

And sometimes, Forget Me Not prays that you’ll find someone else - anyone but him - to fill the role of devotee.

The gentleness in your eyes whenever you look at him is enough to bring him to his knees, and Forget Me Not doesn't know what to do with himself but to worship and pray. Praying that you'll continue to look at him for a little longer, silently begging for your attention until you finally tire of him. Do you think yourself holy enough to replace the vitriol in his veins?

He does.

On good days, he even hopes that you can save him.

You never asked him to become your one and only believer, of course. You're not even aware of the space you take in his mind, nor the conflicting images he keeps conjuring of you at night, he's certain of this. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, holding his hands and inspecting them for any injuries. This role is one of the many self-imposed tragedies in his life.

Your thumbs knead and massage his palm, as if you could soothe the pain away, and yet you refrain from pressing down hard. He's at your mercy, why hesitate? What do you see that he cannot?

Something is bothering you. It's obvious in the way you touch him, like you're afraid of hurting him, as if you were the one with a body count between the two. Every so often, your movements come to a halt and you both sit in silence, until you return to your ministrations, filling the nothingness with your sighing and humming.

All he needs is to look up, right at your face, to know everything he wants to know - but he's too much of a coward for that. Instead, light grey eyes follow your index finger as it slides under the cuffs of his shirt. You trace over the bone of his wrist and continue upwards.

He can't tear his eyes away.

Normally, Forget Me Not wouldn't mind. There is an addictive thrill to witnessing the shock of anyone who dares get so close and personal, but he feels himself shrink when you brush against his scales and recoil away on instinct. That's when he raises his head and finds your eyes in the dimly lit staff room.

That expression on your face - surely, you were regretting every choice that led you to him. By now, you might've surely realized that there is nothing for you to salvage in this shipwreck he calls a life. All attempts to check on him were surely a façade for whatever ulterior motives you continued to withhold from him. He's stubborn, believing that he can read you like an open book, but now he's just as lost as you are. When he opens his mouth to speak, you beat him to it and he grows a little restless at your words.

"Sorry, sorry! Did I, uh, hurt you? Dumb question, you would've definitely told me if that were the case. Anyway, it looks like you're okay! I don't know why I was so worried, actually."

His silence prompts you to continue, and all Forget Me Not can focus on is the absence of your warmth.

You raise a hand to gesture dismissively at your behaviour, brush it off to ease your embarrassment, that much he understands - though it's painful to watch you fumble like that, to deny what he hides under his clothes. Forget Me Not thinks of filling the space between your fingers with his own, just to drag you back to that quiet, albeit suffocating, moment of peace. Instead of doing that, he retreats and places both hands neatly on his lap.

"Thanks for indulging me and, yeah uh, again - sorry about that? It just caught me off guard. I should've been more careful."

But you were never careful with his space or his rules, plunging in and out of his life and leaving him to figure out where he stood in his game of push and pull. Why were you being careful now?

"It's nothing, I understand," he lies. Everything you do means the world to him and he doesn't even understand why. "It cannot hurt to know what sort of things the person pouring your drinks might be hiding under their sleeves."

The word "hypocrite" lingers at the tip of his tongue, threatening to spill out with as much venom as he can muster, but it stays lodged behind his teeth because he knows he's even worse: Forget Me Not prays that you'll stay with him, while also opening the door right out his life for you. As much as he wants to, he has no right of calling you out.

He's not used to receiving apologies and so he chooses not to think too hard on yours - though he's dreamed countless of times for the perfect situation in which he finally rips out one apology after another from the throats of those who wronged him, this one feels different. Undeserved, even.

His heart, that wretched lump in his chest, finally settles down and he prepares to end this interaction to save you the awkwardness of addressing his "deformities". But then you go and surprise him once more.

"Come on, I already told you..." You sigh and he inhales in tandem, but you're much too busy rolling your eyes to notice. "That whole thing you do, when you start scratching or, like, picking at your hand? You've been doing it more lately. It had me worried you might've been doing, I don't know - something."

Forget Me Not's eyes widen in surprise. The audacity to notice such things about him? And to put them on display without a warning? What else did you find out?

Part of him wants him to embrace his nature and scare you away, but that's the side of him that's been slowly losing this battle of attrition in his heart - you're a bad influence for him, after all. The other part... Well, it's still trying to sort itself out.

He settles for slowly undoing the buttons on his sleeve. It only takes a moment to roll up the fine fabric to his elbow, knowing you're staring right at him, through him maybe. The expression on his face is one of indifference, one he fights to maintain - this is the most vulnerable he's felt in decades.

That unsightly pattern begins exactly where his sleeves usually end, coiling around his forearm not unlike a snake and traveling upwards. The scales are dark, an iridescent black that reminds him of an oil spill in the middle of the ocean, and the ones at the edges fade away into lighter hues until they mix with the pale, sickly tone of his skin. He knows the sort of beauty he holds, one that can only be admired at a distance, turning into a grotesque imitation of a man when up close.

Forget Me Not presents himself to you and, with his free hand, gets ready to pluck one of the scales off.

"Wait, don't do that-!"

Seizing his arm and holding it close to your chest, you deprive him of the catharsis that comes with this level of self-mutilation. He knows you're connecting the dots, feeling the scattered, empty spaces from all the times you saw him pick himself apart and more. Your fingers brush against his bare skin looking for said spaces, counting them in your head, mourning their loss.

Some scales are in the process of regrowing like unwanted parasites, and he wishes he could feel anything at all just to be closer to you.

"God, what is wrong with you?! What was the point of that?"

Something compels him to laugh (perhaps it's your heartbeat reaching out to him loud and clear through your clothes, he feels it faintly) it comes across as sinister and condescending, the only way he knows how to express joy. Like he's making fun of your concern.

"Apologies," Forget Me Not begins to say, readjusting his glasses. The way you try to keep his own arm out of his reach doesn't go unnoticed. It's such a petty, childish gesture that makes his grin widen and your frown deepen. "I was under the impression you found this little oddity distasteful. There's no need to worry - they will return in a few days, they always do."

"Still, don't do that. It's not funny. It must...hurt a lot."

"Ah, but it doesn't. If else, I'd compare it to being pricked by a very small needle."

"You're just going to find something to nitpick and contradict everything I say, aren't you?" It's the least he can do to repay all the headaches you've given him, and for forgiving his transgressions too easily.

An intrusive thought makes itself known from the depths of his mind - would you forgive him just as readily if he were to kill someone in front of you? If he showed you just how destructive his arcane skills could be when given free reign? Where would you draw the line? And how much could he continue to push his luck before he lost you?

Before Forget Me Not realizes it, you've loosened your grip on his arm and returned to that previous moment of suffocating peace - the only difference is that you've gone from being deep in thought to troubled and miserable, one hair away from darting out the room and refusing to speak to him. At this, his pinky finger wraps around yours and neither of you mention it.

"Can't you... I don't know, do something else?"

"I could be doing my job, but alas, you're keeping me prisoner here." He says, like he's not delighted to be given your undivided attention. There are no complaints when you step on his foot with a huff, he deserved that one.

"I'm talking about the scales thing! You could wear gloves. If it happens when you get distracted then, I could hang around to make sure you stop in time." A pause, and then the sound of your voice becomes unsure and so very small. "Maybe if we covered them with bandages...? But that could be annoying. Band aids? No, no - too unprofessional. It would ruin the whole aesthetic you're going for."

You continue to trail off, coming up with many different ideas and solutions to a problem he caused. He doesn't understand why you'd even bother in the first place. For you to reciprocate the attention he gives you, to care about him? That's the hardest pill Forget Me Not has ever swallowed - it's something he twirls around with his tongue, as if deciding whether to poison himself with bliss or spit it out and continue latching on to his doubts and insecurities.

Outside, in front of everyone at The Walden, he's the one leading the crowd and talking for hours on end, commanding their attention and manipulating the flow of every conversation.

Behind closed doors, all he does is listen to every nonsensical thought, unnecessary opinion and strange anecdote you throw at him.

"...No, that won't work either." Absentmindedly, you fix and button his sleeve back into place.

You've grown used to his silence the same way you've adapted and grown used to his flaws.

"I mean, it worked on me - getting a little slap on the wrist whenever I started biting my nails, but..." Without even thinking, you rub circles with your thumb across his knuckles.

You might as well be the stupidest angel in heaven.

"Why don't you just get a hobby? That's good enough, right? It's been so long since I've heard you play piano, the one by the stage." And just like that, you're on your feet attempting to drag him outside for a demonstration. "You could teach me! That way, we get to do something fun and I get to keep an eye on you."

Forget Me Not knows he has nothing to offer to this world, but when his saint looks at him with such hope, he cannot refuse. The path to recovery seems almost doable when you bump your shoulder into his, challenging him to play the hardest song he knows.

The stars in your eyes whenever you recognize all the songs he plays becomes intoxicating, more so than the sweet, sweet revenge he's yearned for since he spiraled into decadence.

Some days, his patrons join with their own singing or humming, and he forgets that he hates each and every one of them for as long as his fingers dance across the keys - a momentary reprieve from the constant stream of negativity. It doesn't take long for his body to remember his training and soon, he's improvising.

A melody for gloomy, rainy days. A whimsical tune here and there for celebrations.

A song for you and himself - the first one he teaches you and the only one he plays in private, when he's all alone with nothing but his thoughts. Solitude has gone from a noose wrapped around his neck to the perfect time to compose and hone this long forgotten passion. For the first time in forever, he doesn't dread the silence of an empty room, the endless wait between his shifts at The Walden - not when he can simply fill them with more and more music.

And so, Forget Me Not plays, hoping that you'll continue to cheer him on. Hoping that this tiny spark you've ignited in him can truly become his salvation.

#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 fanfic #reverse 1999 forget me not #forget me not #outing myself as a huge fuckin religion/devotion as a metaphor for relationships freak #and as a hand freak as well. love it when the smallest acts of intimacy are the BIGGEST FUCKING DEALS for characters who are touchstarved #i love writing reader inserts from the pov of the character instead of the reader like #what goes in their head and shit??? THE INNER MONOLOGUES AND DRAMA ????? #FORGET ME NOT'S WHOLE ACT IS A COVER FOR THE FUCKING MESS HE IS WHEN YOU LOOK AT HIMMMMM!!!!!!! #soggiest wettest most pathetic man at manus vindictae #i hope i got his whole fuckin two faced and contradicting mentality across. mf is not having a good time healing but my GOD hes. trying #he hates you but he loves you but god he hates you so much but yeah he'll still worship the ground you walk on #the title is a pun btw. scales. musical scales. his snake scales #IM VERY SMART

[hischeapcigar]

𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭

Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: Eddie loves you with his eyes closed 

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: smut + fluff (mostly smut lolol) 18+

a/n: this fanfic is based on this cute country song i heard by florida georgia line called “eyes closed” and i was daydreaming eddie so this fanfic was born. It’s all smut so MDNI!!!! Reblog as much as you like and your comments are appreciated <3 

You and Eddie were currently on his couch as you watched some movie on the TV. It had been more than a week since you both hung out like this. You were either interrupted with some company or like recently, exams. 

The movie had your full attention until you felt Eddie’s hands on the hem of your t-shirt. Slowly he moved past it and settled his hand on your waist, his fingers mindlessly making circles on your soft skin.

His touch lit your skin on fire, you were surprised how he immediately shifted your attention to him with just small touches. 

Seeking more of his touch, you moved in his arms, hoping he got the message. And of course. Of course he did. 

His hand traveled further to your stomach, tracing lightly on your skin as he moved it up, up, up until he reached the base of your breasts. 

“No bra, hmm?” he whispered, before lightly kissing the shell of your ear

You squirmed, hips jutting back to his so he could quit teasing, “Eddie” you whined

“Shh babygirl, will treat you real nice,” he cupped one breast in his hand, groaning. 

You moaned his name, craving more of his touch. Begging for it to be on every part of your body. 

“Touch me, eddie” you said breathlessly, as he massaged your breast, his thumb flicking the hardened nipple

“I am, baby” he teased, knowing well what you meant, where you wanted him but he wanted to play 

He sucked a bruise on your sensitive pulse on your neck, while you squirmed in his hold

Suddenly you turned your head, catching Eddie off guard and capturing his lips. He bit your lower lip, you gasped and he took the chance to slide his tongue in your mouth. 

His hand moved to the other breast, massaging it so it didn’t feel neglected. He was torturing you with all touches and kisses. You needed him inside you, skipping the foreplay. But it was Eddie. 

Your make out session was abruptly stopped as the thunder rumbled over the trailer before it started raining. The sound of clattering tin filled the room as if there were fireworks outside. 

You both looked at each other, coming closer to resume your session but a few sparks went out before the power lines were knocked down due to the wind. 

It was pitch black, you couldn’t see Eddie's face, only the sound of angry rain hitting the tin rooftop. Your heart sank, you were finally getting what you craved all week and now you’re interrupted again. 

Eddie was slightly mad too but he was good at controlling his emotion unlike you who was huffing in annoyance. 

“Baby, can you move, i need to close the windows before it all gets messy in my room” 

You obliged as you both got up from the couch. You made your way to the kitchen, looking for candles. You had to extend your hands to keep you from bumping into something. Your eyes were adjusting to the dark, plus Eddie pulled the curtains letting the moonlight in. 

You could see his figure but not his face as he made his way to you. He grabbed your waist as he pulled you in, one hand on your waist while the other took your hand and brought it around his neck, your other arm joining on its own. 

“What’s my girl looking for in the kitchen?” he kept his voice low, 

“Candles- Eddie we can’t stop what we just started, it’s been a week” you rolled your hips against his. His hands flew to grab your hips, 

“We ain't gotta light a candle tonight. Girl, I know right where I am” he smirked before he leaned in to kiss you. 

The feeling of him, the taste of his lips on yours was so intoxicating, you could get drunk on it. You only pulled apart for the sake of oxygen, already feeling light headed before he kissed you again, this time with more passion, more lust.

“It’s dark” you muttered

“and I know your body like the back of my hand” his voice was husky

You couldn’t see his eyes but you knew his pupils were blown wide. He walked you back to his room without breaking the kiss. 

He kicked the door close with his feet and walked you back until the back of your knees hit the bed. Only then he broke the kiss, only then you both opened your eyes. The room was darker, the curtains shielded the moonlight 

You tried to open the curtains, but he stopped you, “I don't need no moonlight, hell, but go and get that dress undone” . His voice was thick with lust as he ordered you as he got rid of his clothes.

You sat naked on his bed, looking at his figure. He walked up to you and delicately cradled your face tilting it up, connecting your lips, pushing you to lay you down on the bed. 

It was dark enough to see his features, somehow he knew exactly what he was doing. Not once he stepped on you, as if he could see everything clearly. 

His butterfly kisses trailed down to your neck as he praised, “you’re perfect” 

“Mmm eddie you can’t even see me,” you were high on his light touches and lips on your body

“Like that road that I grew up on, I know every twist and turn” he mumbled, 

His cock nudged your clothed clit, “tsk, i thought i told you to take off your clothes” as he continued peppering kisses on your chest before taking on boob in his mouth. Tongue twirling around your nipple, withdrawing more moans from you, 

His finger folded around the edge of your panties before pulling them down. His mouth slowly moved south, the ache between your legs was growing, 

“Eddie, please” you were breaths were ragged

“I know baby, gotta take it nice and slow” his hands holding your hips from squirming

The familiar coil was already forming in your stomach. He was torturing you with all the teasing and not getting to the part where you needed him the most. 

“Ju- just get there eddie, pleasepleaseplease” he was so close to your center, just one kiss away but he removed himself completely, your eyes shot open. 

“Eddie!” you whined

You felt him shifting down as he kneeled at the edge of the bed, and began kissing his way up on your leg. 

He really did know every dip and curve. It felt like there was a faint light enough to illuminate your body, and your eyes were closed. But there wasn’t. He knew your body, 

As if reading your thoughts, “We've been doin' this so long, I memorized your every curve” you moaned as he pecked your inner thigh. So close so close so close 

He proved it once again when he suddenly attached his mouth to your begging core. Your hips instinctively jutted into his mouth seeking more. He splayed his hand on your stomach, keeping you caged. 

He sucked and bit on your bundle of nerves, “s’ pretty” he mumbled, eating you out as if you were the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, 

“Can’t believe I was away from this gorgeous pussy for a week,” he said before swiping your clit with his thumb;, spreading your juices. He plunged his ring clad index finger right inside without warning, before pulling out. The second time he added another finger as he fucked you with his fingers. 

You were a moaning mess on his bed, grabbing on the sheets so hard that your knuckles turned white. 

“Eddie,” you choked between your moans, “eddie im gonna-” 

He paced up his fingers until you were screaming his name, feeling the coil tightening before it snapped and you came on his fingers, he quickly fixed his face, sucking all the juices you had to offer. 

Your vision went white and your body trembled. You even forgot the lights had gone out because you thought you went blind from all the pleasure he brought you. 

He crawled up at you again and kissed you, swallowing your moans when you tasted yourself on his lips. One of his hand was right beside you, on the pillow, supporting his weight over you, and the other held his cock to pump him

You quickly replaced his hand on the cock with yours as you pumped his length, spreading his precum all over to the base. 

“You ready, baby?” he asked as his teased his cock at your entrance

You nodded, biting your lip to stiffen you moan

He slowly pushed in, inch by inch. You still never got used to his big length. Just when you thought he’s done, he pushed an inch more til he was all in. 

He gave you a minute to adjust, 

“Eddie, move” you urged and he obeyed

He started setting a pace, finding a rhythm, something like a beat he made the other day on his guitar so metal,

 so hard 

so fast.

 And he fucked you like that. He picked the rhythm and fucked you to it. Like a song being sung, like a hardcore melody. 

Your loud moans were silenced by the rain hitting the tin roof. And again you felt the pressure building in your lower pit, 

He babbled sweet nothings in your ear as he pulled and pushed, 

“I can kiss you” thrust “I can hold you” thrust “I can love you” his ego inflating, proud of himself that he managed to provide you pleasure in the pitch black darkness, 

“I can love you” he repeated, thrust “with my eyes closed” with that he kissed your lips to seal his promise.

Your heart fluttered at his words, the way he made all your insecurities melt away. He made all the right moves,  traced his hands on the same path as he did with the lights on. 

His rhythm started to distort as he got closer to the edge, bringing your pressure close to breaking. 

His thrusts got sloppier as your walls clenched around him, making him moan out your name, 

“Let it go baby, let it go for me,” he said and you did 

You came so hard your ears started ringing, your eyes rolled back in your head. Few minutes and he abruptly pulled out his cock, spilling all his seeds on your pussy and lower stomach. 

He flopped down beside you on his stomach. 

You both caught your breaths before he gathered his cum from your stomach on his fingers and bought them to your lips, 

“Suck it clean” he ordered 

 You closed your lips around his fingers as you tasted him, moaning at the taste. 

“Atta girl,” he praised before he kissed you, tasting himself on you.

Then he placed a kiss on your overstimulated pussy before carefully getting off the bed and disappearing in the bathroom. 

He stumbled over something, “ow”

“You okay?” you called

“Walked right into the wall” He chuckled as returned with a cloth and carefully wiped your clean, placing a kiss here and there, 

“You know my body better than your home?” you smirked as he discard the cloth piece and returned to lay beside you on bed,

He pulled you to himself, your back to his chest, “your body’s my home, darlin’” he said, pecking your head. 

“And if the lights come on?” you whispered

“If them lights come on, I won't complain, no,” he tightened his hold, “'Cause I know how to love you either way,”

You smiled, feeling content, listening to the sound of rain, caged in your lover’s arms

#falling all over again for #eddie munson #never knew i'd write #eddie munson smut #but here we are #manifesting him in #stranger things season 5 #eddie munson x reader #eddie the freak munson #eddie #stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson fanfic #fictional characters #metalhead #metal music #metallica

[rosypenguins]

🖤Drew Sickfic💛

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Synopsis: Despite waking up feeling feverish, Drew forces himself to attend school.

A/N: I don’t really have a better name for this fic, but it’s one of my favorites so-

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"Wow, you look like hell."

Drew sighed as opened his locker, ignoring Henry's comment regarding his appearance. He barely took any time to get ready that morning, only throwing on his hoodie and jeans before leaving for school. His hair was no doubt a mess, and the bags under his eyes were likely obvious. Not to mention the mask on his face being a complete giveaway to his current condition.

"You good, dude?" Liam asked, and Drew threw his bag into his locker before turning to face them.

"'Fine," He answered, leaning against his locker for support. "Just tired."

"You look ill," Henry commented. He reached over and placed his hand against Drew's forehead, only for Drew to swat him away. "Jeez, dude! You're burning up!" He exclaimed, earning an eye roll from Drew.

"I know."

"Why didn't you just stay home?" Liam questioned, and Drew simply shrugged.

“I mean, it’s not-” Drew paused, quickly turning to cough into his sleeve. “It’s not that bad.” Liam frowned.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to attend class like this?” His voice was softer than usual, and it gave Drew an odd feeling in his stomach. He opened his mouth to answer, only to have a familiar voice speak over him.

"Hey guys!" Drew turned around to see Jake walking over, but the moment his eyes met Drew, he paused.

"Woah, Drew, you alright?" He asked. Henry answered for him.

"He's sick." Drew tilted his head.

"I'm fine." He stated firmly, and he could tell Liam wanted to say something, but before he could, the bell rang.

“Come on, we have to go to class,” Drew didn’t wait for them to answer him, quickly turning and heading off to his first class.

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Drew’s first two periods were relatively easy. He had Liam in his second hour, who helped him stay focused on the lecture. However, as the day continued, Drew found himself growing increasingly exhausted, nearly falling asleep during the lessons until a violent cough managed to wake him. His body felt so unbearably hot, and he began to severely regret wearing a hoodie that day. When it was finally lunch, Drew couldn’t bring himself to order anything. Instead, he laid his head down on the table, cherishing the coolness of the polished wood. He couldn’t even register what his friends were talking about. They… sounded more hushed than usual, though.

By the time lunch ended, Drew found himself struggling to walk straight, and he dimly noted how Jake had a hand on his arm, guiding him to their next hour. In fact… Drew didn’t think Jake left his side once after that, even going out of his way to walk him to his 7th hour despite not sharing that class with him.

By the time school was out, Drew was about ready to collapse. He stood slumped against his locker, the cold of the metal feeling like pure bliss in that moment.

"Are… you even gonna be able to make it home like this?" Drew looked up. That… was Jake’s voice, right? He blinked, but… he couldn’t seem to focus. Everything was blurry.

Drew stared down at his hands, suddenly feeling very dizzy. He stumbled forward. Everything was spinning. Voices became muffled. He was leaning against someone, but he couldn’t figure out who.

Wait… when did he even fall?

Dark spots soon began to appear in Drew's vision, and before knew it, he was out cold.

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Drew woke up some time later, finding himself in a small, stiff bed. Slowly, he lifted his head, blinking as he focused on his surroundings. Was this the nurse’s office? How did he get here?

"Okay, I will…" Drew turned to see Jake standing in the corner of the room, his phone against his ear. "Love you too, Mom… Bye.”

"J…Jake..?" Drew whispered, his voice a bit raspy. Jake turned around, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Drew!" Before he knew it, Jake was running over to his side, kneeling down and wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug. Normally, Drew would've protested such an action, but there was something so comforting about Jake's presence that he ended up returning the embrace, tucking his head into the crook of the blonde’s neck.

"You're finally awake," Jake said. "Do you feel alright?"

"Wha… what happened?"

"You passed out by the lockers!” Jake exclaimed. Drew lifted his head to face him, but kept his arms loosely wrapped around Jake’s shoulders. “We didn’t know what to do, so we rushed you here.” Drew gave a small nod. “Henry and Liam couldn’t stay though. They had to catch the bus.” Another nod, and Jake’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh, right! I need to text them…” Jake’s voice trailed off as let go of Drew, reaching into his pocket and sending a quick text to their group chat. Although slightly awkward, Drew managed to keep his arms wrapped around Jake’s shoulders, glancing over to read the text he sent.

“Are you just gonna… stay like that?” Jake asked after he sent it, returning his phone to his pocket.

“Like what?” Drew asked, a small frown forming on his face.

“Like…” Jake motioned to where Drew’s arms were. “This?”

“There a problem with it?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. Jake let out a small laugh.

“God, I am not gonna let you forget this,” He said to himself. Drew narrowed his eyebrows, confused by Jake’s comment. However, he opted to say nothing, returning his head to the crook of Jake’s neck and taking in a slow breath. Jake let out a small hum as he wrapped his arms around Drew, pulling himself closer and running a hand through Drew’s hair, silently playing with the magenta locks.

…This felt like a dream…

#tmf #the music freaks #tmf drew #tmf jake #tmf liam #tmf henry #tmf drake #tmf jomies #tmf fanfic #freakblr #druffering

[bleue-flora]

Mmm… snippet of future Musical Chairs?

“Thinking about him hurts like a kick to the gut. He hasn’t seen Sapnap since he… died. Since he drowned in poisoned blood. Since he limped through the snow, a bloodied trail behind him, knowing the way and yet feeling utterly lost, wondering if he’ll ever forget the cold look in Sapnap’s eyes and the apathetic greed of his voice when he too asked about the book right before swinging a sharp sword (his sword!) into his flesh just like his fiancé had so many times before. If he’ll ever lose the frost freezing his heart as Sapnap, his friend, his brother stood there in the last possession to his name, denying Dream that small mercy of having what is his. If he’ll ever forget the sound of Sapnap’s disbelieving words as he questioned if the torture really happened as if it wasn’t clear as day from his appearance. As if he wasn’t leaning to one side, standing on a knee bent in the wrong direction. As if a vast spread of scars didn’t sprinkle across the patches of his exposed skin. As if his once dirty blonde hair wasn’t crusted in layers of blood. As if his words meant nothing, weren’t worth enough to even consider. As if he didn’t lie the last time they spoke saw eachother about coming back to visit him.”

#ah and this is what I write as Sam works on removing my will to live… freaking Sapnap… #in other words if life was nice to me I’d finally be able to write the fluff I have planned for good cop bad cop but until then…. aaaannngst #c!dream #dsmp #dreblr #mmm more musical chairs… referring to of course when Sapnap killed him… brutal… #I’d post the next chapter but I’m not happy with the dialogue…. Sam is the utter worst and I hate writing him so much… #so I guess enjoy this for the moment until I stop falling asleep which editing chapter 3 🤦‍♀️… #musical chairs #crows nest #dsmp fanfic #happy angst month #don’t judge too hard it’s my first draft literally written a handful of minutes ago #dream smp #c!dream and c!sapnap #dsmpblr #c!sapnap #dream fanfic #fanfic snack #sigh ​why is it so much to ask for some nice peace and quiet to sleep…. :’( #and for something to work properly like it should…

[msfbgraves]

Let it stand alone

Saw "Wonka" with the nieces way too late, because I thought it was a cash grab franchise milking faux nostalgic manipulation move, and I guess it was, and I still had a good time.

Now, if I were Roald Dahl, I'd likely object to this sweetheart of a Wonka. Wonka's a mad borderline dangerous maverick in Charlie. But this isn't the book, it's an adaption. If you don't know Wonka isn't a sweetheart, him being one doesn't ring false in the film. And books get adapted all the time - various adaptions aren't necessarily a commentary on one another.

So why tie this so deliberately to the Gene Wilder version? It isn't the same Wonka, and that's OK! It isn't Dahl's Wonka, and that's OK! It's another take on Wonka that works fine for what it is. Do they really think audiences would not have gone to watch a lovely romp about a sweet chocolatier anyway? That Oompa Loompas aren't fun without green hair? Look, this setup could have worked as "The Corruption of Willy Wonka" too, but that isn't what it wanted to be. Tying it too closely to another film for the parents' sake is the only thing that suddenly creates plotholes and ooc moments when there weren't any before.

#wonka 2023 #Which again shows how bad many professional writers are at writing fanfic #If you write a prequel to something you have to take into account what was written before character wise #Otherwise just call it an adaption #So many franchises write characters with established backstories as if those didn't happen #I don't care if your story works better if Spock were completely Vulcan #But he isn't. If you want that make up a new Vulcan #Or make it a plot point #If you want Morticia Addams to care about her daughter fitting in with a peer group #Explain in story what made her change that way. Because Morticia Addams feels there is no need for that at all her children are perfect #Don't change the character because you want Wednesday Addams in boarding school and the Addamses we know wouldn't do that #Otherwise base an OC on Wednesday Addams and send that character to a school for freaks #The way The Nanny is The Sound of Music set in the 90's #That's fine #That's rather obvious if you think about it #But no one is claiming that Maria was Jewish all along

[tide-pods-library]

hehe I think I pissed off a Hailey fan with one of my ao3 fics

Also @sobeksewerrat I started rewriting my tmf elf fic again instead of finishing next chapter of chatfic

so ima give u a sneak peek 👀

So uh yippee!!

When I actually figure out designs for the characters I’ll tag u too.

Yippee

#freakblr #the music freaks #tmf #tmf rosyclozy #ao3 fanfic #fanfic update

[gaydrewrealll]

GUYS I HAD A VISION PLS

Okay so

FAKE DATING AU (PLUM PEACH/DRAKE)

Zoey won't stop bugging drew, she wants to get back with him and he tried everything to get rid of her. It got to the point where zoey showed up at his house to talk to him.

Jake (they are friends here don't worry about it) is getting kind of tired of seeing drew stressed out like that, so when lia proposes a plan, he is the first to accept. They will pretend to date to get zoey to go away and once he feels safe enough they can pretend to break up.

Someone write it pls I love the fake dating trope too much.

#you could so do this with driam too i just like plum peach more #/p dria my beloved yes #her and the jomies have lunch togheter after she blocked zoey #the music freaks #tmf #tmf drew #plum peach #pinkpopstar #tmf drake #tmf jake #tmf rosyclozy #tmf plum peach #jake sterling #dria #fanfic #fandom #fanfic ideas #drew tmf #drake tmf #driam #tmf driam #brainrot

[jklovesfandoms]

*staring at the 16 fics on AO3*

"WHERE'S THE REST OF YA?"

#PLEASE I JUST WANT MY OT3 PAIRING #and the longest one so far ends with quasi freaking dying #and the second longest isn't finished #PLEASE MY FIC FIX #I'm in college i don't have time to write my fanfics for myself #EVEN IF I REALLY FREAKING WANT TO #yes i am very addicted to hond #hond musical #hunchback of notre dame #hunchback musical #the hunchback of notre dame #the hunchback of notre dame musical #notre dame de paris #PLEASE GIVE ME MORE ESMERALDA/PHOEBUS/QUASIMODO FICS #I'm begging please #i might just have to provide them for myself at this point

[angelicdevil]

Fucking hate that so many online communities have taken to referring to people against them with the vague ass term “anti” and then I see someone complaining about “antis” with no indication in the post or the tag what exactly the “antis” are against

Like damn can I call a friend? Buy a vowel?

#devil script #Like are you talking about people that harass others over music taste or people that think irl incest is gross #Are you talking about pearl clutchers that freak out over the most tame kink or someone that thinks fanfic doesn’t excuse genuine racism?

[hashtagboykisser]

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heyooo. these links should help you find your way around my blog !

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#fanfics #x reader #requests open #mha #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #mha x y/n #mha x you #tmf headcanons #tmf hailey #tmf x reader #tmf #tmf zander #the music freaks x reader #the music freaks #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss #helluva blitzo #helluva fizzarolli #helluvaverse

[kahatesevryone]

Heyyy I had a lil fanfic idea and wrote a lil bit of it I haven’t written in a while so it might not be to good lmaooo

A lot of typos prolly lmao I’ll fix that if I decide to continue this :p

The light you gave

Drew goes threw the 5 stages of grief over his best friend,(bf lol/j)Jake.

Drew had denied any problems in His friendship with Jake. He didn’t want to believe that his friendship was going to end; he believed that it would ultimately remain the same.

But it didn’t. He didn’t know how to keep a healthy relationship let alone know how to be a good person. His whole life he’d never been tought how to handle his emotions;his father would always just buy him things in hope that it would help whatever problems he had, I mean he was a busy guys he didn’t have time for drew.

So drew thought hey maybe if I buy my friends things I won’t have to worry about there problems and that’s how he became friends with Liam and Henry even worked for romantic relationships he got a girlfriend that way! Well she did… uhm cheat on him and only use him for his money… BUT that’s besides the point.

When drew first met Jake it was like something inside him clicked. He was quite literally absorbed into this guys life, he wanted nothing more than to be by his side. He didn’t know what it was about him, That made drew so captivated by his presence. He wasn’t anything special in other peoples eyes he was considered a freak to some people. But not to drew, Jake was… everything to drew. It was weird cuz.. drew didn’t take a lot of interest in people if anything he didn’t even care about most people(except for his two close friends Liam and Henry but he won’t admit that).

So when Jake spoke up to drew he was more than happy to start a conversation with him. They talked about lots of things but the most prominent thing he remembered was the fact he played games and talked about the latest luniswitch.

He made sure to ask he’s dad for one when he got home.

A few days of being aqantances and talking during class drew called out to the taller boy who seemed to be looking at a bulletin board crowded with papers of different clubs; beckoning ppl to join.

#the music freaks #tmf drake #tmf jake #tmf drew #tmf liam #tmf henry #tmf rosyclozy #sad gay shit #sad gay people #i love making him suffer #tmf drake fanfics #fanfic #happy ending #maybe idk #character development #🤯🤯🤯 #idk man #I just came back to this fandom for fundies lol #they r so gross and cringfull I hate them 😡😡😡/j/j/j #pls give some advice and criticism will be appreciated 🙏🙏

[rosypenguins]

🖤Honk Shoo💛

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Synopsis: Drew invites the Jomies over for a sleepover, but when Drew suddenly wakes up in the middle of the night and rushes out of the room, Jake grows concerned, and decides to follow him.

A/N: This is the fic that goes along with my previous art. I have a ton of stories about these two so I might post more but I don’t know. Also yes this fic’s name is Honk Shoo. It is saved as Honk Shoo and I will not be changing it.

(Contains Swearing)

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Jake’s eyes opened slowly when he felt the bed shift, and he lifted his head to see to see Drew walking towards the door, his hand covering his mouth as he did his best to muffle what sounded almost like a sob. Confused as to what he heard, Jake slid out of bed, navigating through the dark room while being cautious of Henry and Liam, who laid sprawled out across an air mattress on the floor. As quietly as he could, Jake twisted the door knob and opened the door.

“Drew?” He called softly, taking a step out into the hall. The only light came from a small window against the left wall, revealing Drew standing still in the middle of the hallway.

“What are you doing up?” He asked, his voice flat. Had Jake not heard him moments earlier, he would’ve assumed Drew was fine.

“Are you okay?” Jake chose to ignore Drew’s previous question, concern growing when he noticed Drew stiffen. “I thought I heard you-”

“I’m fine, Jake.” He interrupted. “I just-” His voice had begun to waver, and he took in a quick breath. “Need to use the bathroom.” He finished. Jake took a step towards him.

“You don’t sound fine,” He stated. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Just drop it.” Drew’s voice had gained a slight edge to it, but despite that, Jake continued.

“...You can talk to me if you need to. I-”

“Dammit Jake!” Drew suddenly snapped. He whipped around, and from the faint light of the window, Jake could see the redness of his eyes, and the reflection of tears along his cheeks. “Can you just-!”

Jake took a step back, and Drew paused, his hardened expression melting almost immediately.

“Wait- shit, I… I didn’t-” Drew’s voice cracked on his words. “Fuck,” He mumbled, tilting his head down and blinking tears from his eyes. “Just… get out of here…”

But despite Drew’s words, Jake couldn’t bring himself to move.

“I don’t want to leave you alone like this…” He said.

Drew didn’t respond, and instead buried his face in his hands, doing his best to hide his expression from view.

Hesitantly, Jake took a step closer, and when Drew failed to react, he continued, until he was close enough to rest his hands on Drew’s shoulders. Drew remained still as Jake did so, staring down at himself as his hands forced away his tears.

Jake couldn’t recall a time he’d seen Drew in this light before…

And without thinking, Jake pulled him into an embrace, holding him lightly in case he wanted to break away. Drew’s breath hitched, and his body stiffened for a moment before he pressed his head against the crook of Jake’s neck, wrapping his arms around Jake’s shoulders. Jake was surprised by how tight his grip was, as if he’d somehow disappear the moment Drew let go.

He could feel Drew’s nails digging deep into his shoulders, to the point where it stung a bit. However, Jake couldn’t bring himself to say anything, simply holding Drew closer as the magenta-haired man sobbed against his shoulder. The sound of his muffled cries made Jake’s chest ache, and he wished there was more he could do to help him.

Gently, Jake ran his hand through Drew’s hair, slowing his breathing in hopes of helping him calm down. Eventually, Drew’s slowed as well, and he soon fell silent.

The blonde lifted his head to glance down at Drew again, but the shorter man wouldn’t look him in the eye.

“…Do you wanna go get some water?” Jake asked, unsure of what else to say. Drew thought for a moment, then gave a small nod, pulling himself off of Jake and guiding the two downstairs. Jake had to be careful to avoid bumping into anything in the darkness, but the two eventually managed to reach the kitchen. Jake sat himself down on the counter, keeping a careful eye on Drew.

The magenta-haired man had kept his head down for most of the journey, but eventually had to lift his head to see the cabinets. He opened the doors, revealing shelves of empty glasses and mugs, and as Drew struggled to reach the top shelf to grab one, an idea popped in Jake’s head.

“Hey, Drew? Do you still have that hot chocolate mix you made us that one time?” Drew glanced at him over his shoulder.

“You seriously want me to make you hot chocolate at this time of night?” His voice sounded a bit raspy.

“I’m saying I want you to make us hot chocolate,” Jake said, leaning a bit closer to him. He figured it’d serve as a nice distraction from… whatever Drew was dealing with. And besides, who could be miserable when they had hot chocolate?

Drew glanced down at the floor, biting the inside of his lip.

“Come on… sounds nice, doesn’t it?” Jake asked, and for a moment, he could’ve sworn he saw Drew blush. But before he could confirm, the magenta-haired man whipped his head away.

“Liam and Henry better not find out about this,” He said, turning back to the cabinet and pulling out two mugs from the bottom shelf. Jake grinned as Drew turned to grab the milk from the fridge, filling the two mugs and placing them in the microwave. The two waited in a comfortable silence, Jake watching the mugs spin and Drew watching the timer, pulling the mugs out just before the microwave beeped. Drew then grabbed two hot chocolate packets from some expensive brand and poured them into the milk. He mixed it around with a spoon before finally handing Jake his mug. Jake gave him a smile and nod as thanks, but Drew only glanced away from him, sitting himself on the counter beside him. Not paying much mind to it, Jake took a sip, only to immediately regret it as a burning sensation flooded his tongue. He spat it back out, sticking his tongue out and letting out a whine of pain. Drew gave a small laugh, the first one of the evening.

“Idiot," He whispered, blowing on his mug.

“It didn’t look that hot!” Jake defended.

“It’s called hot chocolate for a reason, dumbass,” Jake stuck his tongue out at him. “God, you’re such a child.”

“I am literally older than you!” Jake retaliated.

“Yeah, by a whole three months, what a difference,” Jake rolled his eyes, a smile crossing his face when he realized Drew had cheered up slightly. Their eyes met, and once again, it seemed as if Drew was blushing, but he quickly turned his head, taking a sip of his drink, only to make a face as he forced it down.

“You burned your tongue too, didn’t you?” Jake asked.

“N-no! I didn’t!” Drew’s blush deepened.

“Oh, you totally did!” Jake exclaimed, pointing and laughing at him. “Who’s the dumbass now!”

“Shut up!” Drew said, playfully shoving Jake away from him.

“Make me.” Jake challenged. Drew stared at him, and for a moment, Jake caught Drew glance down at his lips.

And without warning, he flicked Jake’s nose.

“Ow-!” Drew snickered.

“Serves you right.” He said, and Jake set his glass down, clutching his nose in a rather dramatic fashion.

“Why are you so mean to me?” He whined.

“You have no right to call me that after I made hot chocolate for you-”Jake leaned against his shoulder, causing Drew’s breath to hitch.

“But you hurt me!” He cried, oblivious to Drew’s sudden tension. Drew sighed.

“Liam and Henry have body slammed each other on multiple occasions, but I somehow cross a line by flicking you?”

“Yes.” Jake sighed, and Drew stared down at him.

“Well, maybe don’t give me a reason to flick you.”

“Wow, all my fault I see…” Drew laughed again, and Jake let out a small hum, leaning against him further.

The room fell silent after that, and Jake suddenly realized how fast Drew’s heart was beating.

“You feeling any better?” Jake ventured, his voice softening as he glanced up at Drew, who had his face angled from view.

“Yeah, I am.” He answered, taking a quick sip from his mug before continuing. “Can we just… not talk about what happened?” He asked, and Jake gave a small nod of acknowledgement.

“That’s fine.” He said. “But I’m… glad I could… be there with you, you know?” Drew didn’t respond, but Jake could still feel his heart was still racing. Jake lifted his head. “Are… you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah…” He paused for a moment, before finally turning to face him.

“Jake?” Jake tilted his head, and Drew’s eyes searched his expression, opening his mouth to speak before deciding against it.

“You’re really cheesy,” He eventually said.

“Wha- how am I cheesy?”

“You just are,” Drew answered. Jake scoffed.

“You think everything’s cheesy.”

“Not everything.” Drew replied. “Just you.” Jake frowned.

“Well, if caring about you somehow makes me cheesy, then call me, like, a block of cheddar.” Drew snorted.

“That’s the dumbest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Made you laugh though, didn’t it?” Drew covered his mouth, hiding a bit of his smile.

“You’re such a dumbass” Jake grinned at him as he reached for his own mug.

Seeing Drew smile like this… it was such a treasure.

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After about an hour of talking and drinking their hot chocolates, the two made their way back upstairs to Drew’s bedroom, climbing back into Drew’s bed. Drew turned to face him.

“Jake..?” He asked, keeping his voice hushed. Jake glanced back at him.

“Yeah?”

“…Thanks for… uhm… staying with me tonight,” He mumbled, stumbling over his words a bit. Jake smiled.

“Of course! That’s what friends do!” He said, and Drew’s face seemed to get a bit red again as he pulled the covers closer to him.

“You…” He paused for a moment. “You’re a good friend…” He whispered, and Jake was barely able to hear what he’d said.

“I try my best,” Jake admitted, giving a much more sheepish smile than before. Receiving compliments from Drew was… rare, to say the least.

Drew gave a small nod, and the blankets began to shift a bit as he moved his arm. Jake blinked when he felt Drew’s hand graze his, but instead of moving, Drew interlocked their pinkies together. Jake tilted his head. This felt… oddly intimate, coming from Drew.

Drew wouldn’t meet his gaze, his face a deep shade of red before he shook his head, pulling his hand away from him and rolling over so his back faced him.

“Goodnight.” He said. But the word was rushed, and his voice sounded rather defensive.

“Oh… goodnight?” Jake responded, confused by the interaction. He stared at Drew for a few moments, unsure if the magenta-haired man would say anything else. However, after a bit of silence, Jake laid his head down on the pillow, choosing to accept Drew’s explanation and falling back asleep not much later.

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…Yeah so if it’s not obvious the Drakeup broke me-

#the music freaks #tmf #freakblr #tmf drew #tmf jake #tmf drake #tmf jomies #druffering #tmf fanfic #plum peach

[kinuhanino]

Pairing: Anne of Cleves & Anne Boleyn, Anne Boleyn/Catherine of Aragon (implied)

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 4.9k

Summary:

"Anyhow, onto lighter topics. What's got you running about again? Don't get me wrong, I love that you're back and all, like seriously I really do, but what made you decide to finally get out of your cave?

"Anne bit her lip.

"I have a date?" Anne said unsurely.

Silence fell between the two as they looked each other in the eyes.

And then Anna screamed.

"You have a WHAT?!"

Part 2 of my Temptress of Avenue B series!

#fanfic #six the musical #six the musical fanfic #anne boleyn #anne of cleves #six anne boleyn #six anna of cleves #the besties #its just a whole 5k of Anne and Anna freaking out lol #araleyn #aralyn #very tiny bit of it tho

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Imagine Elliot trying to confess, so he puts a letter saying to meet her after school in Milly's locker anime-style, and she misinterprets it as a way to provoke her to fight and goes there ready to kick some ass but instead finds an anxious Elliot with a bouquet of flowers.

#the music freaks #tmf #sewer dump #writing rats #totally not something i will do in my fanfic #milliot #milly x elliot #elliot x milly