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Rock Bottom | PJM

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, angst, fluff, smut, establishedrelationship!AU, marriage! AU

⇢ Synopsis: When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

⇢ Song Rec: Rock Bottom by Hailee Steinfeld, Teach Me by Kyle Dion, Sorry by Heize, Home by Ailee and Yoon Mirae, Tide by Woodz, Pride and Prejudice by ZICO and Suran, Want You Back by 5SOS

⇢ Word Count: ~4.7K

⇢ Warnings: brat OC, anger issues in here, this is honestly a sad angsty au, workaholic Jimin, frustrated OC and frustrated Jimin, unprotected sex, Jimin doesn't care about sleep, OC may be lacking some self-respect but Jimin will fix that for her

⇢ Authors note: After a long time without writing, I'm back. I loved writing this. It was supposed to be a Jungkook one-shot like always, but then I realized that it fits Jimin's vibe so much better. So I decided to change it up :)) Really like how it turned out tho. Enjoy <3

You loved Jimin with all your heart.

You loved him more than you had ever loved anyone else. Five years into your marriage and he still erupted the most euphoric butterflies in your stomach. A thousand of them. Everything from his voice, to the way he snored softly when he slept, to the way he looked at you... You loved him.

Your life with Jimin felt like a fairytale. Always had. You married in a botanic garden after 4 years of secret dating, with all his and your family and friends by your side. You bought a house together right after, figuring the one you had been living in until then wasn't big enough for a future family, and have been living in it together for four years now.

Tonight was the fourth anniversary of your marriage. Four years since Jimin officially became yours and you became his.

So you had asked your boss to leave work earlier today and rushed home, at 5 PM, to prepare Jimin's favorite dish. You also bought vanilla-scented candles and an extra pretty table towel on the way home. You texted Jimin a quick 'can u be home by 9?' and got a 'yup, I'll be there' back. You were sure Jimin didn't remember what today meant - but you didn't blame him and didn't even have the strength to get mad at him. He was a busy man and you knew his work required his full attention. Most of the time, you stood in second place in his priorities. And, surprisingly, after four years of dating him and another four of being married to him, you had gotten used to that.

You took a shower after the food was ready and the table set, at 7:55 PM, and put on the prettiest, sexiest lacy black lingerie you owned - the one you knew Jimin loved. You squeezed into the tightest black dress you saw after searching your walk-in closet, and the prettiest high heels. You let your hair natural and loose like you knew Jimin liked and did your make-up - red lips and a pointed eyeliner. You looked amazing.

All for Jimin.

At 9 PM you headed downstairs and sat down patiently at the dinner table, after lighting the candles. At 9:30 PM you texted Jimin a 'u coming?' and at 10 PM you still had no answer. At 11 PM, you looked out the window, searching for his black shiny car and at midnight you were blowing out the candles that were almost completely melted at this point. You headed upstairs, finally losing all hope that Jimin would still show up to have an anniversary dinner with you, his wife, because, after all, it wasn't your birthday anymore. You hadn't seen your husband at all throughout the whole day, since he had chosen to sleep in the dorms the prior night - always the busy man.

At 2 AM Jimin wasn't home yet and you weren't asleep, because you had started to worry. What if something had happened? Jimin would call if he noticed he wouldn't be able to make it home at 9, right? So at 2:20 AM, when Jimin got to his car to head home and turned on his phone, after turning it off to focus on his work, he noticed the 14 missed calls and 9 worried text messages. All from you.

At 2:35 AM you heard the bedroom door open and you sighted in relief watching Jimin coming through it, from your seating position in your bed, under the covers. You didn't say a word, noticing Jimin's late realization of the compromise he had missed - if you hadn't left the table set in the dining room, you're pretty sure he probably wouldn't be aware of it yet. You laid down, ripping your disappointed gaze from his, with your back against him.

"Baby..." you heard him mutter and closed your eyes "I'm sorry I forgot, I didn't know you had prepared dinner for us-"

"Don't talk Jimin," you interrupted, knowing there was no way that Jimin would be able to make you feel better or make himself feel better right that moment. Hot-headed Y/N wasn't cool to talk to. "Let me sleep."

Jimin didn't say a thing. You heard the ruffling of his clothes being thrown to the armchair inside your walk-in closet. His steps towards the bathroom sounded heavy and slow - tired.

You knew Jimin was tired. He had been having full days of practice, producing and recording, for the new album. You did understand how he could forget the dinner, but the fact that he did forget just reminded you how you'd never be at the top of his mind, like he was at the top of yours, all the time. And, no matter how you tried to push it to the side, it still hurt.

Jimin, on the other side of the door that separated you guys' bathroom and bedroom, couldn't feel worse for leaving you waiting after seeing the pretty dress you had worn for him thrown across the bathroom bench and your heels neatly placed on the tiled floor, next to the door. When he got back inside the bedroom, he heard the quiet sobs you were trying to hide from him, your shaking back facing his side of the bed, and your shiny hair laid out on the bed, on top of his pillow.

Jimin felt bad, but he couldn't understand why you'd be so upset over a missed dinner. He knew you had gotten dressed up and had cooked for him - but you could have dinner tomorrow or eat the food you had prepared and that he knew was delicious by lunch.

Your anniversary was the furthest thing from his mind.

"Y/N, can we talk?". When you didn't answer, he placed a gentle hand on your exposed shoulder, turning your body towards him. "I know you're not asleep, baby."

"Leave me alone," you cried, turning around abruptly to get rid of Jimin's hand, which was now rubbing your arm. Jimin's heart clenched when your eyes finally rested on his and he saw the pain behind your teary gaze.

"I'm sorry," Jimin whispered, not bothering your aggressiveness and still resting his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. "We can have lunch tomorrow, or you can put on your dress and heels and I'll take you to an expensive restaurant," he laughed lightly watching you roll your eyes at him.

"I wanted to have dinner tonight, Jimin," you whined, trying to wipe your tears away. Jimin laid down next to you, evolving your waist in his strong arms and pulling your body closer to his, now face-to-face. He kissed the tip of your nose and your tear-stained cheeks, smiling at how adorable you looked to him with pouted lips and wet lashes.

"Why's that? Tomorrow the weather is gonna be better than tonight, tonight is cold. I can take you out tomorrow and you won't be cold in that dress," he joked while your lips parted in realization. He still hadn't remembered what today had been.

You knew Jimin had forgotten what day today was. But you thought that seeing the dinner laid out on the dinner table had reminded him that tonight was your fourth anniversary. He couldn't really think you'd prepare such a fancy dinner just for fun, right? "Are you kidding me?" you asked, your gaze regaining the anger it had lost shortly. The panic was back in your husband's eyes and he didn't know what was wrong now. "Do you even know what today is?"

"Wha-"

"Jimin, today was the 6th of April. Do you know what that means?" you asked and when Jimin's eyes wandered around the space behind you, looking for an answer, you grabbed his arm and lifted it off your waist, getting up from your bed.

Not only had Jimin forgotten your birthday, but he was also completely unaware of what the 6th of April was supposed to mean like it wasn't the day he had gotten married to you - what did that say about him? what did it say about what you meant to him? and above all that, what did it say about your relationship?

"Y/N, calm down. I'm sorry. I don-don't... I can't remember," he said, his tone getting smaller and smaller. He rubbed his temples, trying his best so that something would come to his mind. Nothing.

"Oh my god, Jimin," you laughed ironically, covering your face with both your hands, as tears started forming in your eyes once again. "You really don't know what happened on the 6th of April?"

Jimin didn't answer, looking at you with confused eyes. "Why am I not surprised?" you chortled, almost sounding mean to Jimin. "This is what always happens! You're always too busy. Too busy with work. Too busy to take care of yourself! Too busy to take care of me! Too busy to even think of me-"

"That's not true, I'm always thinking of you-"

"Oh! Is that why you missed our fucking fourth birthday dinner tonight?" you screamed, interrupting him and watching his eyes get wide and his lips part. "You are way too busy, Jimin. You don't have time for anything other than work," you whispered as he stood up from bed to stand closer to you.

"I'm s-so sorry," he whispered. "I totally forgot..."

"I know, that's the problem, Jimin! You are the love of my life and you are my priority, always."

"Y/N, please-"

"Let me talk." you raised your hand to stop him and he did just that, pressing his lips together in a straight line and resting both his hands on his hips. "What I'm saying is, I'm never gonna be your priority-"

"Y/N, you are my priority!" he couldn't help but burst that out, running a frustrated hand through his messy dark blonde hair. He sighed, looking at you as your disappointed eyes bored into his tired ones. "I work a lot. I'm rarely home. There are days we don't even see each other. But I work so that I can support a future with you. A future with kids. A future where I can keep buying your fancy dresses and taking you to expensive restaurants-"

"You could buy me the fanciest dress in the world and it wouldn't matter a thing if you still showed up at home at three in the fucking morning." you interrupted, your voice sounding even angrier than it was before. "Jimin, I couldn't care less about that shit. I didn't marry you for your money. I don't care about fancy dresses or expensive restaurants. I lived without those things before meeting you, and I can live without them now!" you exclaimed and Jimin lowered his head, looking at the floor. "I married you because I love you. You! Not your money!"

"I know that-"

"It doesn't seem like you do. When was the last time we had a meal together? When was the last time you took me out on a date? And I'm not asking you to take me to a fucking expensive restaurant, I'm asking for a stroll in the park! Or maybe a picnic! I'm just asking for you to take me to go eat fucking ice cream or some shit!" you paused, taking a deep breath as Jimin sat back in your shared bed, looking down and fidgeting with his fingers. "When was the last time you touched me? We don't even have sex anymore, for God's sake!" Jimin poked the inside of his cheek at that and let out an entertained chuckle. "Really? Is that funny to you?" You asked, angry as ever, and Jimin looked up at you.

"Can you stop yelling?" he asked with the calmest voice you'd ever heard coming from him as he stood up once again to stand right in front of you, with his face inches away from yours. "Y/N, if what you wanted was sex, you could've just said that." he spat out, anger and annoyance filling his voice tone.

Instinct spoke louder than you as you raised a hand as if about to slap him, but Jimin was faster than you, grabbing your forearm to prevent you from doing something you surely would regret later. "Don't go there," he said sternly, with a grave deep voice.

You looked at him angrier than he had ever seen you, with a clenched jaw and fisted hands. You shook your arm, letting Jimin's hand fall, and ran your fingers through your wild hair. "Fuck you," you whispered before walking out of the bedroom. You walked towards the kitchen. Not even five minutes after you left the room, heavy footsteps could be heard throughout the walls. Until you felt his presence by the kitchen door even though you had your back to him.

“Do you think I stay at work this late because I want to? Don’t you think I’d much rather be home having dinner with you by 9?” he asked, his tone angry but still calm and collected. “It’s my work! I have no choice whether I want to do it or not-“

“Jimin, leaving work earlier one day wouldn’t be the end of your career, I’m telling you,” you mocked sarcastically and could feel Jimin rolling his eyes, even without facing him.

“I’m sorry I missed dinner, but it’s not like I was out partying with the boys. I was working. I’ve been working since 7 AM. I was supposed to go sleep in the dorms so I wouldn't have to wake up even earlier tomorrow, but I still came home, because you asked me to. The last thing I need is for you to spend the night mad at me” he sighed when you finally turned around, to show him that his speech hadn't had that much of an effect. You were still mad. Very mad.

“You came home because ‘I asked you',” you mimicked, “not because you wanted to see me after not seeing me for two whole days?”

“Oh my fucking god” Jimin growled and looked up at the ceiling before running both his hands through his hair.

“And so what? You’re tired! But am I supposed to just shut up and don't be mad when you forget our marriage's fourth anniversary? I'm sorry for expressing my feelings-"

"Can't we just have dinner tomorrow?" he interrupted. The annoyance back to his voice.

"Jimin, go to sleep." You finished, leaning against the balcony behind you and looking down at the floor.

"No! What the fuck do you want me to do now? I already said I'm sorry! What do you fucking want now?!" it was his turn to yell now. The anger of expecting to come home to a warm bed and coming home to an angry wife was finally getting to him. "I come home absolutely exhausted and you still manage to keep me up and yelling, like I had the easiest day of my life! Stop being so selfish, for fuck's sake!"

You looked up at that and felt your eyes tearing up once again. You stood up straight and walked past him, towards the bedroom. You grabbed your pillow and a warm blanket. "What are you doing, Y/N? Jimin asked, and you wouldn't deny the tiredness was already showing in his voice. "Go to sleep, I'll stay on the couch."

"Stop, Y/N, please," he muttered and you turned to face him.

"Jimin, I don't want you to do anything. I get it, you were working and you're sorry. I know you're sorry. But my point is, how many times are you gonna keep saying sorry? Because I don't know for how much longer I'll be okay with being left behind for your career."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I don't know whether I can stay in this marriage if I keep being forgotten like this," you shrugged with teary eyes and watched Jimin tilting his head to the side while the anger in his eyes subsided. His eyes quickly got teary and he held up his hand to grab at your right arm, trying to prevent you from leaving the bedroom you two shared.

You shook your arm from his grip and turned your back on him, walking out of the bedroom and closing the door behind you.

And no, it wasn't okay with you to go to sleep angry at him. You weren't that type of couple. You worked things out before going to bed. But you knew how tired he was. He was supposed to wake up at 5:30 AM the morning after and you were supposed to wake up just an hour after him. You knew that if you kept fighting, neither of you would get any sleep. You and Jimin were two people with strong personalities and whenever you two fought over something it did not end up quickly. Besides that, you two had never fought like this. Had never had an argument that caused either of you to question the worth of your marriage. This was your rock bottom.

But you hated that you weren't sleeping in your bed, in your husband's arms. And it was impossible to fall asleep, no matter how careful you and Jimin had been to choose the most comfortable couch in the store when you bought your house. No matter the position or how many times you turned - you couldn't fall asleep.

It was 4 AM when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

You felt Jimin coming closer to your frame on the couch and kneeling down next to it. "You're sleeping?" he whispered and you mumbled a tiny 'no'.

"Can I sleep in here?" he asked and you made space on the couch for him to slip under the blanket with you, which he did quickly. He enveloped your waist in his strong arms and buried his face in the crook of your neck as if nothing had just happened. "Please, don't leave me," he whispered against the skin of your neck. You stayed quiet, just taking your hands to envelope his neck and pull him closer. "I don't think I can make it without you. I've been awake the past hour trying to find a way to stay less time at work and more time with you, but I can't find one. I don't think there's any way to solve this."

It was completely dark in the living room, and that just made this feel much more intimate than it was supposed to. "But I love you," he whispered again. "I love you too," you answered and felt a light kiss on your neck.

"I'm sorry for not being able to give you the life you deserve. I promise you that one day all this activity in my career will calm down and I'll be able to give you everything you deserve, but for now I can't fix anything we're going through. But we can fight for this, okay? We can keep up with my schedule and with yours. We can keep coming home to a warm bed. We can keep building a future for us both and for our future family. We can keep fighting every time there's something wrong, without really getting to solve anything. If you're up for it, I'll gladly stay up until 4 AM, if it means we can be alright in the end. But please, don't leave me. I love you. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. And you're not behind my career. You're always at the top of my mind, but work is work. And when I'm working with the boys I can't just bail on them and let them work alone. I really hope you understand that."

And by now, you were already washed in tears. Jimin could feel your wet tears on his neck. "I'm sorry, baby," you cried and Jimin lifted his face from your neck, to look you in the eyes. Even with the almost absolute darkness of the room, he could still figure out your beautiful features.

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I understand why you'd be mad at me-"

"No, I'm sorry, I should have been more understanding, or at least wait until you were well-rested. I'm sorry for making you fight with me for like half an hour. And I'm sorry for trying to slap you, I don't know what that was..."

"I love you. I don't care how bad we fight, I still love you. I always will," he whispered as his face got closer to yours. You could feel his light breath on your lips. "And I was being a jerk when that happened so you're fine."

"I love you too," you answered as you let out a soft giggle, to which Jimin smiled. You raised your head from the pillow, to softly press your lips against Jimin's to seal your reconciliation. His pillowy lips moved softly against yours, as he put one hand on the back of your head, to deepen the kiss. You heard him moaning against your lips as his other hands moved from your waist to your ass. "You should get some rest babe," you said, pulling away from him.

"No, let me make you feel good," he whimpered as his lips were redirected at your neck, sucking your skin and leaving love bites on his way, as his hands moved towards the hem of his your t-shirt, taking it off in a heartbeat and throwing it to the floor, next to the sofa.

You moaned as he pressed his thigh to the middle of your legs, urging him to go faster. His t-shirt and sweatpants quickly joined your oversized t-shirt on the floor, and soon he was panting against you as you raised your hips to create some friction between your crotches.

Jimin reached down, palming your still-covered pussy, with his whole palm. "How are you so wet?" he asked as you moaned and slightly trusted your hips up against his hand. "How are you so hard?" you asked back, teasing him as his hard length pressed against your thigh. You heard Jimin chuckle and felt him pushing your panties to the side, and running two of his fingers through your slit.

"You have such a smart mouth don't you?" he asked ironically, shoving his, now, soaked fingers inside your mouth. Your lips, quickly wrapped around his long fingers, sucking on them. He reached down with his other hand, to plunge two fingers inside your pussy. You moaned against his hand, which he quickly retracted from your mouth, just to press his lips against yours once again. He started fingering you, making scissor motions inside of you to try and prepare you for him. "How are you always so tight?" he groaned after you pulled away from the kiss to let out a series of moans from how good his fingers felt inside of you.

"After you not fucking me for so long, I'd be surprised if I wasn't," you teased once again, chuckling and Jimin rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"You're so annoying, baby," he answered, starting to finger you faster as you threw your head back on the couch, giving him enough space to suck the skin of your neck as if he hadn't marked you enough earlier. "Do you think you're ready for me?"

"Yes, baby, please. I want you inside me, please," you mewled and Jimin moaned hearing your cries of pleasure so close to his ear, after so long.

And in a second he roughly shoved his entire length inside of you, as you both let out loud groans of pleasure. Having Jimin inside you never failed to blow your mind. Everything from his length to his girth felt overwhelming. And you loved it. Sex with Jimin felt better than with any other man you had been with before - firstly because Jimin knew what he was doing, and second because you had never been in love with someone as much as you are with Jimin.

Patience had never been your forte, and it showed when Jimin decided to stay still to let you get used to him, but you rose your hips urging him to keep going. It did burn but you liked the slight pain of having Jimin inside you. So he kept going, first slowly, but he quickly grew as impatient as you and started to pick up his pace. Until his hips were crashing against yours, with one of his hands grabbing your waist to stabilize you two. One of his forearms was supporting Jimin's body, next to your head. You reached forward to press your lips to Jimin's in a heated kiss. You two moaned and growled against each other lips, as your hips started to thrust upwards against Jimin's and soon enough you were both in a frenzy on the couch.

Jimin moved one of his hands from your waist to your cheek, softly caressing it. “Baby, are you close?” he moaned loudly. “Hum? I can’t last much longer- Ah… Baby, you feel so good around me.”

“I’m so close baby, just keep going. Please, just a little more… Please,” you moaned and Jimin stopped his movements for a couple seconds after hearing you pleading for him. He knew that he was way too close and you weren’t helping. You begging for him had always been one of his biggest weaknesses.

“Anything for you,” and just like that, his hops were back at it, full speed and thrusting with a strength you hadn’t felt before.

Jimin's and your loud moans were a clear indication of how close you both were. And when you enveloped both your arms around Jimin's thick neck and he thrust himself inside you one last time, before falling on top of you, you came together. Your insides milked him as he kept thrusting his hips softly against yours.

"I love you," you heard him sigh, breathless, against your neck.

"I love yo-"

Beep. Beep. Beep.

5:30 AM. It was Jimin's time to get up and you looked at him as he reached for his phone, on top of the coffee table. "That's my cue," he chuckled, still breathless. And you looked at him in pity.

"You didn't even get to sleep, baby."

"You gave me enough oxytocin to last the whole day. Also, it's not the first time I stay up the whole night. You try to get some sleep, you still have some time," he whispered, still trying to leave your warm embrace.

"Can't you ask the boys to meet up like an hour later or so?" you asked, tightening your arms around his neck, so he wouldn't be able to leave.

"No... Hoseok would kill me," Jimin answered, smiling at your attempt to keep him close.

"If you faint, I will kill you."

"If I faint, I will blame it on you, you sex-starved woman! Always tiring me out!" he laughed against your neck and you slapped his strong shoulder. He raised his head, pressing a soft and long kiss against your lips. "I'll go get ready. Bye baby, see you tonight."

You didn't answer, just resting your head on the soft pillow, already starting to drift off to sleep, just before hearing Jimin scream from the main door.

"Be ready at 8:30! And think where you want to go get dinner."

Jimin wasn't home at 8:30 that night.

He arrived at 10:25 PM, but as you looked into his tired and apologetic eyes, when he stepped inside your house, with flowers in one hand and a bag of KFC takeaway in the other, you knew that no matter how many times Jimin said 'i'm sorry', he'd always mean it. And that was what truly mattered because for as long as he meant it, you knew he loved you. And you loved him.

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talk fast - j.m x fem!reader

posted may 14th, 2023 5:25 am

anon asked: hi! i have a request for a jj x fem!reader, i love your writing and i was wondering if you could maybe write something based off the song “talk fast” by 5sos? i feel like it could be very cute🤭 thank you!

i adore this song it's one of my top 10 favs of 5sos, also I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS ty for requesting - xx

contains underage drinking an is kinda totally not following canon at all.

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The orange light from the fire lit up the point in that comforting way that only a firelight can. The smell of beer, sounds of laughter, and music all ignited that familiar buzz in everyone as the nighttime air filled your lungs.

You were seated against the remains of a tree that had been presumably taken out by one of the more scary storms that tended to overtake the Outer Banks. Sarah was sitting on the log with her legs on either side of you, Kie had been sitting across from you both while you chatted about whatever had been going on with Rafe and that bartender.

From the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar figure, turning to reveal JJ being pushed around by John B while they both laughed. You smiled before turning your gaze back to Kie, leaning your head against Sarah’s knee. The two girls shared a knowing smile before Sarah gently nudged you with her other leg. “You should go say hi to your boyfriend,” Sarah said in a teasing tone, only causing your smile to grow while you rolled your eyes. “He’s not my boyfriend” you mumbled out, bringing your can to your lips while you spoke.

“Look at him all bubbly next to Jb, he’s probably talking about how badly he wants to share some old knitted sweater with you,” Kie teased, her eyes not leaving the boys, who had both been too caught up in their own world to realize the three girls looking at them.

“What the fuck does that even mean?” you asked, not being able to keep your laugh from escaping your lips. “You know like, a really big one you could share,” Kie continued, laughing some herself when Sarah joined you in your fit of giggles.

“What up, ladies?” The sound of JJ’s voice caught your attention, looking back in the boys’ direction to see them walking up to where you all sat. You all let out fake groans of protest at the sight. “Here they come, ruining our sacred circle of trust and girlhood,” Sarah joked, causing John B to shoot her a playful glare before responding, “Pretty shit circle,”

John B took a seat next to Kie, JJ stayed standing, the smile on his face never leaving. “So, what’s the giggles about huh?” John B questioned, nudging Kie and earning a shove in return.

“Just talking about JJ and Y/n sharing a massive sweater,” Sarah said, shrugging. JJ’s eyebrow quirked up at this as he smirked down at you. “Hey, don’t look at me, this was Kiara’s idea,” You said, putting your hands up in defense. JJ’s eyes shifted to Kie.

John B didn’t even try hiding the confused expression on his face when he asked, “Wait, like one that they’d trade back and forth or one they’d wear at the same time?”

“One they’d wear at the same time” JJ laughed at Kie’s response.

“Just an all-around bad idea” You laughed. “Hey, we’d look good in a big sweater together, goddamnit” JJ teased, he smiled as you laughed harder at his words.

It didn’t take long for JJ to be whisked away by a bet of out-drinking one of the kooks, leaving just you four. “Seriously though you guys should just get together already,” John B said, downing the rest of his beer. You rolled your eyes at this.

“Probably wouldn’t last,” you said, softly smiling at the boy, looking more so at the hat on his head than at his eyes.

“You’re joking, right? He’ll take anything he can get from you,” Kie and Sarah both nodded in agreement. You stood up, smiling at your friends before gently shaking your nearly empty beer can. “I’m gonna go get another” and just like that the conversation was over.

You hadn’t kept track of the time all night but now the flames were bigger and you knew it had gotten later because Kie was now walking around picking up any and all of the discarded beer cans and red solo cups.

You felt an arm going around your shoulder, the familiar rings and bracelets revealing who it had been before he could get a word out. You smiled, “hey, J”

“Hey there, pretty lady” He smiled back at you, “So I’ve been thinking about that sweater-” You threw your head back into his arm, groaning. “We still on this?”

“Yes, and I think it should say something on the front”

“Oh yeah? Like what? ‘This is our get-along sweater’?” You smiled as JJ laughed. “Nah, somethin’ more unique than that, we can make a list of potentials” You nodded along as he spoke.

“Yeah we should get right on that,” You teased.

You stood together, in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before you looked up at the blonde. “Hey, can you give me a ride home? JB made Sarah laugh too hard earlier and now there's beer in my hair,”

You laughed as JJ leaned down and practically inhaled your hair, only to confirm it did indeed smell like beer with a nod. “Yeah, c’mon” “You don’t wanna say bye to everyone?” “Nah, I’m staying with john b tonight so I’ll see him later, and we’ll probably end up hanging out tomorrow night anyway” You nodded in agreement and let the blonde lead you away and towards his dirtbike.

It didn’t take long for you to be home, hopping off the bike you thanked JJ placing a quick kiss on his cheek. “Hey, wait a sec,” JJ said, getting off his bike and walking the short distance you had walked already.

You smiled when he put his hands on your cheeks, wrapping your own around his wrists when you looked up at him. “What is it, J?” he didn’t say anything, just softly caressing your face with his thumbs. He really didn’t have to speak at all, all he had to do was look at you the way he was now for you to be melting in his hands.

Your gaze flicked back and forth from his eyes to his lips before you leaned up and closed the gap. “That what you want, Maybank?” you teased, pecking his lips once more when he smiled. “All I ever want,” You laughed at this, missing the feeling of his touch for a millisecond as he moved his hands to your waist, your arms instinctively moving around his neck. The way he mindlessly leaned toward you sent goosebumps up your arms.

“This could burn and crash so fast, J” Your smile was less bright as you quietly spoke. JJ nudged his nose against yours, laughing softly when you happily placed another kiss on his mouth before he spoke. “I’d be okay with that”

“Yeah?” “As long as I got you at some point, yeah. I’m gonna take what I can get, baby” He smiled at you. You laughed remembering what John B had said earlier.

“You’ve always had me,” you said, ever so slightly shoving his shoulder, making sure his hands would remain on your waist when you did so.

JJ’s smile only got bigger as he leaned down to kiss you again. “Seriously, J, I have to go wash my hair,” You said, laughing at how he chased your lips when you pulled back.

“Just one more,” he said, pulling you in closer. You happily gave in to this request, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you gave him what he needed before pulling away again. JJ let go this time making his way back to his bike.

“See you tomorrow, baby” he winked, watching as you walked backward towards your house. “Only if you pick me up from work,” You responded, pointing at him with your keys in hand.

“Anything for you,”

#jj maybank x you #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x reader #jj mayback imagine #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank #outer banks imagines #outer banks x you #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #Spotify

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strangeshoepatrolbandit · 1 year

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Prompts 10 and 14 with reader and Dick Grayson please

Brotherly Love

Short story

Warnings: None.

Is this similar to (THIS POST!)? Yes.

Is it still cute? Yes.

Series Masterlist

~☆~

Dick had been staying at the Manor, it was nice. Usually, he was away in Blüdhaven, where he lived.

His presence brung a new vibe to the house. You could especially notice this when the bass of a pop song was traveling through every crevice of the residence. You had lost count of how many times the song he was listening to would loop. But the clock in your wall had told you how long it's been happening. The scarce knowledge of music that you have and the repetitive use of certain words had urged you to open up your phone and use the search engine.

"I'm bringin' sexy back

You motherfuckers watch how I attack"

SexyBack!

By...Justin Timberlake?

Now you had a name for the song that's stuck its self to your brain like glue.(and apparently Dicks)

You quickly hopped out of bed and into the hallway, using your muscle memory to take you to a certain brother of yours room.

You knocked loudly. "Dick!"

No response.

"Richard!" You yelled, banging on his door.

No response.

The vibrations from the music were much more noticeable as you stood in front of his door. You could feel every change in the bass as you grabbed the door handle. Slowly, you cracked open the door, hoping that you don't see anything that you don't want to. Thankfully, Dick was just sitting on his bed. You fully opened the door, causing him to look up and reach for his phone, finally turning down the song that has been playing on repeat.

"Hey, I just wanted to check if you're okay. You've been listening to SexyBack on repeat for an hour." You revealed. You watched as an overjoyed smile subconsciously formed on his lips.

"You know Justin?" He asked.

"No, I have never met Justin."

Dick let an abrupt shout of laughter fall from his lips. He leaned forward as all of the air left his body.

"Anyway, I'm going to see an old friend." He stated, standing up and showing off his outfit. "Do I look good?"

You let a smile curl on your lips. "No."

"Very funny." He whispered, rolling his eyes at you.

~☆~

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calumthoodshands · 1 year

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LUKE HEMMINGS for TUSH magazine

- Tailor made -

On stage, Luke Hemmings is living his bloom, For Givenchy Beauty, the butterfly follows a different trail of scent.

Von Domen & Van De Velde - Into the flowerbed -

Interview by Afra Ugurlu.

It's pouring rain in L.A. when Luke Hemmings joins our zoom call. Just in time, the frontman of 5 Seconds of Summer (5SOS) finds refuge in his car on the side of a quiet road, not far from the big Hollywood sign. A look in the rear-view mirror: At the age of barely 16, Luke and his bandmates from 5SOS found themselves in the middle of an international fanbase. Their songs enthralled especially because of the band's juvenile euphoria, and the Australians quickly soared to new heights in the middle of the YouTube madness of the 2010s. But what happens when boybands grow up? After a decade of pop punk influences and with a little more chest hair, Luke took upon a solo career path for the first time and in 2021 released his debut album “When facing the things we turn away from”; a whole new insight into the obstacles and the success of the last years, he later reveals.

Almost 10 years have passed since “She looks so perfect” and “Don’t stop”. What has the last decade been like for you?

I'm living my dream, what else can I say? It was all very intense. You just accepted whatever came at you. For eleven years, for as long as I grew up, that’s been my whole life. Quite crazy, all the stuff that just came flying at us. I don't know whether we would have allowed ourselves this, even if rather short, break if not for the pandemic. Usually it all feels so fast-paced, I often have to pause to mentally take it all in—if you asked me to describe the last decade, then it’d consist of so many moments like that.

Did you ever feel like you were missing out on certain things and experiences during all that hustle and bustle?

I think they were very formative years, so there are probably some life skills I missed out on. In retrospect, you wonder: when was I supposed to learn that? And then you try to somehow fill those gaps. I had to emotionally catch up, but also with things like doing laundry, running errands and so on. There are some more significant matters, like not being close to my family, not to mention that I was missing my home in general. But then you start to put all those thoughts into another perspective: we did what we always wanted to do: write music and perform.

I remember 2014 and 2015, black, ripped skinny jeans and vans. How do you see yourself now, regarding your style?

Pop punk has always been a huge inspiration, and it was simply the style of all these bands like Green Day, Blink 182 and Silverchair. Back then, I was an absolute late bloomer and had to first of all grow into my own identity. I think it was similar with the other guys. We had found a thing that worked, and just stuck with it. It also just felt like a risk to me, doing something other than that, especially in front of an audience. Around the time of our third album, I started to open up a bit more. Our music was changing, and with it our style. At that point I understood myself a little bit better. From then on it just kind of evolved, and I think it still does.

By now you are someone who likes to step out and look beyond the binary. Was that always something that you were interested in or did you rather find yourself getting into it step by step over time?

Where I grew up, people weren’t open at all, everyone wore the same thing. For a long time, it simply wasn’t even on my radar. And of course, I’m not doing anything that someone else hasn't already done before me. I think it was in 2017 when I just started experimenting with glitter and nail polish. From that moment on it all evolved a bit, but it's actually always been something that fascinated me. It just took a while for me to find that part of myself. I feel pretty doing it, and who doesn't want to feel that way? If you only go on stage with a tracksuit, that might be cool. But I'm not an extrovert, quite the opposite, and when I perform and feel so much bigger, it's almost like playing a character. The makeup only emphasises that and turns me into someone who is not introverted and lost in thought. That's the origin of it all, so to speak.

How can we overcome these toxic gender perceptions and behavioural patterns, and heal?

I think a lot of the stigma we experience comes from people projecting their own insecurities onto us. I understand it better now because I grew up in a place that was very toxic in that regard. I'm from West Sydney, which was very conservative. If you’re a man, you have to be really ‘masculine’ and I think that's just complete nonsense. And I think that just sticks with you, growing up like that. There was a time when I came home and didn't want to wear makeup on stage. There was no way I would have done that, whereas now I just do what I'm most comfortable with. Personal growth means putting yourself first and accepting that people will think what they want either way. So really, you should just do whatever you want. That’s the way I'm trying to see it now. It sounds very simple and banal, but I wouldn’t know how else to put it.

Congratulations, by the way, on the release of your first solo album, “When facing the things we turn away from”. Which things do you want to turn away from this year and what else is there to come for you?

I’m facing myself and trying to be more open with the way I deal with stuff. My wish is to just enjoy everything a little bit more. I constantly worry about what might happen tomorrow. I’m not really present or enjoying the moment to the fullest. Everyone probably says that, but I believe it's more important than ever to live in the here and now. We're always looking for the next thing. You want to be at home when you're out and about, on the road when you’re at home. Only when it's over do you see what you actually had going for yourself, and are frustrated; so no ‘Live Fast, Die Young’. But I also think that this year will be a creative one for me. I want to try out new things. We’ll see which doors are going to open for me.

What kind of creative directions are you thinking about?

I can't really say yet. But also in general I don't want to limit myself by excluding new paths. Doing something by myself musically like the album was very intimidating at first. In the end, though, it was very encouraging as well because it was the first time in a long time that I tried something new again. Obviously I love being in the band, it’s my home base. But the solo album is something I never thought I’d be capable of, and now that I know that I am it’s definitely something I want to pursue further.

How do you manage working both on your solo career and with the band at the same time, and are there any points of overlap?

I have a feeling that with the first album it was a bit easier. We were in lockdown and everything on the band's schedule had to be cancelled. Suddenly, I had more free time than in the last 10 years together. I don’t think I would have made a solo album if it didn't come about this way. With four people in the band, all great songwriters and each having their own projects in the pipeline, I feel like it's actually for everyone’s benefit to give other things a try as well. I wondered what it could be like to produce a song from start to finish, and learned so much in the process. Afterwards, when I return to the band, it makes me feel like I know so much more about the recording process and can thus also be a better band member.

How did writing and composing for only yourself change your overall sound?

I don't know whether it significantly changed my sound, but I feel more confident than ever. When you're in a band, you have the luxury to lean on other people and ask: What do you think of this? Do you think it's good, or should we change this? Or someone will encourage you when you're on the right track, telling you to keep going. With this, the only input came from myself. I had to trust my instincts and first of all understand what my own sound really did sound like.

You have no features on your album. Was it important to you to create your first solo album by yourself?

After 10 years on tour, it was quite good to be alone for once and deal with my subconscious. The album is so personal and emotional to me, it didn't really lend itself to include any features. Maybe someday, but I think it has to fit perfectly then. And who knows what’s coming soon. But I think the point and purpose of doing something by yourself is to get accustomed to working without your usual tools.

What did you learn about yourself while working on “When facing the things we turn away from”?

Newfound empathy and love towards myself. The stories of these songs and the lyrics are mostly things I’m dealing with for the very first time. It's almost like writing a diary, you don't have any idea how to start. You sit down and something comes out of it, and that’s what you then try to decipher.

#5sos #luke hemmings #sololuke #hope this helps!#if you click on the title you'll find the photos @ meg's post!

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beyond slsp and self-titled #1 turning 10 this year… you know what else is turning 10? the only reason is turning 10. the greatest 5sos song to ever 5sos, the only reason, celebrates a decade in our lives this year. like what the f—

#5sos #alison speaks?#uh what about jbh? what about osco? what about the rest of their discography? what about 5sos5? nO #like what about them?#we allllll fucking know jbh sgfg are going to get their well deserved decade recognition next year #aint no way 5sos ignoring that anniversary #but is the only reason anniversary going to get overshadowed by slsp technical anniversary? YES #is the only reason anniversary going to get overshadowed by self titled 1 anniversary? YES #am I going to cry about close as strangers and never be being paid DUST while heartbreak girl got to see the light of concert stages #SIX times on the last tour while close as strangers was once maybe sort of sung by calum in like a 5sec clip of backstage footage?#YES YES YES 😭😭😭

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Helloooo, I just found your account, saw that you like both Eddie Munson and 5sos, and i’ve had this idea in the back of my mind for a while, and since your requests are open i was wondering if you would maybe love the idea and write it?

Eddie Munson x f!reader inspired by “If you don’t know” by 5sos, happy ending? 🥹

If You Don't Know

A/N: i hope you enjoy! i had to (minorly) alter a few lyrics to fit the fic but other than that, i left it alone!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x ImpliedFem!Reader

Summary: song fic set to 'If You Don't Know' by 5 Seconds of Summer; angst to fluff

Warnings: angst, mentions of weed (but who's surprised)

Word Count: 1.6K

Minors DNI

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Eddie was the first and only boy you’d ever loved. You didn’t even think love was an adequate word for the way you felt about him, but it would do the job until you found the one that was.

You’d started dating in January, and over the summer, you’d become so accustomed to spending every waking moment by his side that you didn’t know what to do when school started.

As luck would have it, the two of you didn’t have a single class together, not even the same lunch period.

Outside of school, it was getting increasingly harder to find time for each other. Between your job and Eddie’s latest campaign, your schedules almost never aligned.

And you were well aware of it.

You talked to Eddie three times in the last week, all of which were short conversations, never about anything meaningful. The time apart was starting to put a strain on your relationship.

Soon, homework was piling up, work was becoming overwhelming, and you were hardly talking to Eddie at all. Sometimes, it felt like you weren’t even together.

You were stressed, overwhelmed, and just plain exhausted.

But then, Eddie called you one Friday night while he was supposed to be at D&D.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby. Campaign got canceled tonight and I know you don’t have work soooo… pizza and movie night?” He asked.

You thought about it. You were in possibly the worst mood you’d ever been in, but the thought of seeing Eddie for the first time in weeks was enough of a pickup for you to say, “fuck yeah. I’ll be there in 10.”

You didn’t bother changing, knowing that your pajama pants and one of Eddie’s t-shirts was exactly what he’d expect you to show up in.

You let yourself into the trailer, immediately seeking out the comfort of your boyfriend, only to find Chrissy Cunningham walking out of his room.

“Oh, hey!” She said, much too happily for your liking.

“Hi… Chrissy.” You said as she walked right past you, straight out the front door. If she hadn’t greeted you, you wouldn’t have been sure that she realized you were there.

You turned around, meeting your boyfriend's apprehensive face.

“Seriously, Eds? Chrissy Cunningham?”

He shook his head. “You and I both know it’s not like that.”

“Do we?” You challenged.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you haven’t seen your girlfriend in almost a month, and when you finally find time for her, she comes over to see another girl leaving your room.”

Eddie was frozen. Did you really believe that? That after being together for so long, you thought he’d do that to you?

“Baby…” he trailed off, not sure what he could say to make you believe him.

“Well?” You asked. “Do you have anything to say about that, or am I walking out of here assuming that you and Chrissy have something going on?”

Eddie’s mind was racing. If I could say the things I want to say, I’d find a way to make you stay, I’d never let you get away.

After nearly a minute of silence, you took a step away from him.

“Eddie, I want you to want me that way, I need you to need me to stay.”

When he still didn’t respond, you turned around, heading for the door.

“I guess it’s the latter, then.” You mumbled, opening the door and softly closing it behind you.

You weren’t angry at him - it wasn’t his fault. You didn’t actually think he had something going on with her, but the stress of the last few weeks was getting to you, and when he didn’t outright deny it, it hurt.

Eddie laid in bed that night, replaying your fight. He thought about all the things he loved about you.

The taste of your skin, the way you looked - you had those eyes - the way you made him feel. He could name every song that made you cry. And when you’d fight, you would scream at him, call him crazy, but no matter how mad you were at him for laughing at you, you’d always press a kiss to his waiting lips. Then his thought drifted to the shirt that constantly hung from your frame, the one you’d been wearing earlier.

Was it gone for good? Is there no tomorrow?

He thought about going after you - about showing up at your door at three in the morning to beg for your forgiveness - but ultimately decided not to.

No, he needed time to plan what he was going to say. He wasn’t always the best at expressing the way he felt, especially when it came to you.

That’s why, the second he woke up the next day, he dialed your number.

“Hello?” You mumbled your greeting, obviously having just woken up.

“Hi, baby.” Eddie said quietly.

“Oh. Hey, Eddie.”

No ‘Eds’? God, he really messed up.

“I just wanted to call you and try to explain what happened last night. With Chrissy and everything…”

You sighed. “Okay.”

“Listen, sweetheart, I need you to understand that nothing is going on between us.”

“Then why was she in your bedroom?” You asked, not accusatory, just genuinely curious.

“She wanted to see my record collection, but that’s beside the point.”

“Besides the point?” You asked, starting to get a little angry. “Eddie, you used that exact pickup line on me!”

Shit.

“Well, yes, I did, but-”

“No buts, Eddie!” You said.

Eddie closed his eyes, trying to figure out how to come back from this.

“Listen to me, Chrissy wasn’t there to see my record collection, she was there because she wanted to buy some weed.”

You were silent.

“You expect me to believe that?” You asked.

“What? Why would I lie about that?” Eddie countered.

“You want me to believe that Miss Perfect herself went to your trailer to ‘buy some weed’? Honestly, Eddie, how stupid do you think I am?”

“I’m serious! Why else would she be there?” Eddie was now getting frustrated. Why didn’t you believe him?

“Because she’s Chrissy Cunningham! I’ve seen the way you look at her, Eddie, the same way everyone looks at her. Like she’s the prettiest fucking girl on the planet.”

“Okay, maybe I used to, but you're out of your mind if you think I still do when I have you. Do you think I was gonna, what, put the moves on her?”

“I don’t know why you’d even bother.”

It was Eddie’s turn to be silent.

“You don’t mean that.” He said quietly.

You were silent.

“No, you know what? Go ahead. Rip my heart out. If you think that’s what love’s all about…”

“No, Eddie-” You started.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

And with that, Eddie placed the phone back on the receiver.

Your hand dropped to your side, still holding your phone, as you moved to rest your forehead on the wall.

Fuck.

—

It had been a week since your fight with Eddie, and it was killing you. You’d never in your life thought those words, so you stunned even yourself when you said them.

Eddie had his campaign Friday night, so first thing Saturday morning, you were pulling up to Eddie’s trailer.

You thought about knocking, but before you could lift your hand, the door swung open.

Eddie stood on the other side, clad in nothing but a pair of black sweatpants as he looked at you. After a few moments of observing each other, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside.

“I’m sorry.” You said. “There’s nothing in the universe that could make me believe what I said and I’ve been beating myself up over it for the last week. Eds, I never should have said that, and I am so, so sorry that I did.”

Eddie just looked at you, in complete disbelief that you thought you were in the wrong here.

“Come on.” He said, leading you down the hallway into his bedroom, gently shutting the door behind the two of you.

You took a seat on his bed, watching as he began to anxiously pace around the room.

“I need to explain what happened, because I never should’ve had another girl in my room without letting you know what was happening beforehand. I just…” he trailed off. Why was it so hard to just tell you how he felt? “God, I don’t know if I can do this.” He mumbled.

You were shocked. Just like that, he couldn’t do this?

“Eddie.” You said, getting his attention. “If you don’t know, then just let me go. I know I fucked up, but if this is too much for you right now, I can go.” You finished, standing up to leave.

“NO!” He yelled, shocking both of you. “Um, sorry. No. No, that’s not what I was saying. God, why am I so bad at this?”

Your quiet giggle was enough to bring him to his senses, and suddenly, he knew exactly what he needed to say.

He took a deep breath.

“Sweetheart, you are the love of my life. There’s never been another girl who can make me feel the way you do. I know what it looked like was happening when Chrissy was here, and I’m sorry that I didn’t explain it very well the first time. Believe it or not, Miss Perfect is a pothead. But! I told her I couldn’t deal to her anymore and I hooked her up with one of my buddies, and I don’t think she even acknowledged that.”

You nodded along.

“I love you more than anything in this world. More than Metallica, more than my chains, hell, more than weed! Okay? It’s only you. It’s only ever been… you.” He finished.

You grabbed his face, pressing your lips to his. Your mouths moved in sync, saying all the things that could never be put into words.

When you pulled back, Eddie’s face was flushed and his lips were slightly swollen.

He was a sight.

“I love you, too, Eds. Please don’t forget that.”

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Tell me your thoughts! Thank you for reading :)

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic

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ghost-of-you · 7 months

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Do you ever think about how Michael and Luke both agreed with Calum when Calum said he’d already planned what he was going to say if asked where Ash was in the podcast, before Ashton makes the joke the other two carry on with? The whole band, possibly independently of each other, all agreed to just lie for Ashton if anyone questioned where he was. I love the little jokes we get, but I still can’t stop thinking about Michael and Luke both going “yeah me too” when Calum says he’d already decided what he’d say if anyone asked (and it’s low key funny that Calum evidently decided gaslighting was his solution, make people question who the hell Ashton even is. People: Where’s Ashton? Calum: There’s never been an Ashton in this band, who are you talking about?)

Anon, darling, I had to sit with this ask, because I did think about it a lot. That story has so many layers to just leave you crying in the club. I know no one takes the 2015 Rolling Stone article seriously, but I read that after the podcast because the Christmas shows were right after the dude that wrote it followed them around since he followed them around Michael's birthday, so around November 19 to 23 maybe, since they mention a show they did on November 22 and the first of the shows is December 1 (they did 10 holiday shows in 2015). But the closing of that article is this:

CLIFFORD’S FAVORITE BAND moment last year did not happen onstage, or when they were getting chased, or when their record went to Number One. It was in Milan, when 5SOS asked for five minutes alone during a tour stop, away from its entourage. That’s when Hood started climbing out a window, into the parking lot. The others followed. “We were like, ‘Holy shit, this is going to be the greatest prank ever,'” says Clifford. “We shut the window and jumped out and hid in the parking lot, and watched our managers go in the room. “They opened the door and were like, ‘Where did the guys go?'” he continues. “They went in the bathroom, the whole thing. They started freaking out. ‘Holy shit, they’re all gone.'” “We could have ran,” says Clifford, smiling. “We could have ran far away.”

They were in Milan in 2015 on May 8 and 9 and on November 12. There's a chance this story and the one on the podcast are a month apart. There's a chance they climbed out a window in fucking Italy thinking about running less than a month before Ashton comes up to them and says, I have a ticket to Seatle, I'm out of here. This is something that they all had been thinking about. And the way they were all ready to take the fall for Ashton makes me even more insane because Ashton is the oldest, we all joke he's the dad of the group, but they were all like, we got you, you go is just, yk? Michael had just turned 20, Luke and Calum were still 19, they were kids dude. Ready to gaslight the shit out of their management to give Ashton his break. And they had talked about it enough for Calum, Michael, and Luke to already have a story rehearsed. That's beyond insane.

#my heart aches for babysos #glad to see them in a better place now #but sure dude i did think about it aoksoaksoaksa #anon 😌#i was asked

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goldielia · 17 days

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anastasia grace summers

a part of: temporary fix au

aka. stas, stassie, annie, mouse

born on january 30th 2000 in vancouver

grew up in a house just outside of vancouver and has lived there her whole life

only moved downtown when she started university at the end of august 2018

has a younger brother (noah) and an even younger sister (vienna)

currently attending the university of british columbias school of dentistry after getting her undergraduate degree in dentistry there in summer 2022

works at a bar a few nights a week

has a german shepherd, her name is amy

loves cooking and tries to prioritize it as much as possible next to studying and working

makes sure to keep up with her workouts because her mental health gets worse really quickly if she doesn’t

also got amy because it gave her a reason to get out of bed every single day (she had episodes where she wasn’t able to leave her bed for days sometimes when she was a teenager but they’ve stopped ever since she adopted amy)

likes to go on runs to organize her thoughts

her bucketlist includes running the new york marathon

thrives on routines

her calendar and notion dashboard are what keeps her life together

loves plants, her apartment is full of them and they all have names

tries to read a book a week (depending on her schedule it turns more into a book a month sometimes)

loves playing wordle over morning matcha

drinks coffee if she craves it but usually likes matcha and energy drinks better because it doesn’t make her as jittery

criminal minds is her comfort show

always found the significance of dental records in crime investigations really interesting which kickstarted her interest in dentistry

owns a motorbike and looks really hot driving it (quinn’s jaw drops when he watches her leave on it for the first time)

loves strawberries and anything strawberry flavoured (even has strawberries tattooed)

has a lot of tattoos, they’re small ones but all over her body, very patchwork-ish

loves wine-red nails and rarely wears any other colour

used to hate how alike her and her siblings were but as soon as they both moved away she started loving and missing it

will fall asleep cuddling but eight times out of ten turns away in her sleep in under 10 minutes (stays pretty much only when she’s sick or very very tired)

loves 5sos (and boybands in general)

there was a time in her life when she would’ve sold a kidney to meet luke hemmings

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes x oc #quinn hughes imagine #anastasia grace summers #goldie's temporary fix au

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katied14 · 4 months

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Looking for LONG TERM roleplay (rp) partners :) preferable 20+!

i am interested in Outer Banks(TV show) and 5 seconds of summer (5sos) doubles roleplay! I can play harry styles and Niall Horan if that is who your interested in, I also can play Conrad and Jeremiah from the summer I turned pretty series and cole and Alex (this will be new to me) from my life with the Walter boys (I'm excited to try play them)

I ONLY rp on telegram!

I do ask you would be able to play either Calum Hood from 5 seconds of summer or JJ maybank from outerbanks!

hi there! my name is Katie and i am a 25 years old. I'm from Ireland but I usually rp with people from America so time zones shouldn't be an issue! I've been roleplaying for about 10 years now (oh god 😳🤣) and I feel I am very experienced.

one : liner ✖️

in this roleplay, i'd like for it to be descriptive - the more the better, try for at least ten lines. It doesn't have to be super long all the time, as long as you put effort into both rps then I am happy.

two : triggers

while not everyone has specific triggers, it is crucial to recognize and respect the ones that do affect us. personally, I want to make it clear that I do not wish to engage in a roleplay that heavily focuses on negative mental health. topics like self-harm, suicide, or constant depression are not what I'm looking for in a roleplay, and are not what i feel is appropriate for a roleplay. i understand that for some, these themes may be a way to express their own mental health struggles, but please realize that it is not healthy to project those onto a partner who is not comfortable with that content. let's ensure our roleplay is enjoyable and respectful for both of us.

three : activity

in our roleplay, i expect a reasonable level of activity from my partners. you do not need to be available all day every day, but I do expect a response at least every other day. I will let you know when I am busy and I wish for you to do the same! Just a quick message is all I need ☺️

Coming up to Christmas I should be quite active (other than Christmas eve/day etc. I'm off for a few days so I'm dying to have more rps)

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claire8216 · 6 months

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Fic Tag Game

Thanks @fandomscraziness22 for the tag!! 🩵

How many works do you have on AO3? 10! My page says 7 but I have some I've published anonymously.

What's your AO3 word count? 122,718

What fandoms do you write for? It's been a while since I've posted anything but when I do find the motivation to write it's usually Julie and the Phantoms, Outer Banks, or The Summer I Turned Pretty! I've written some for other fandoms too but that was a looong time ago haha.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? (Not including the ones I'd like to remain anonymous 😉) - Fire Red and Ocean Blue (TSITP) - I Hate the Way I Don't Hate You (JatP) - Been Counting My Blessings Thinking This Through (OBX) - Something Like That (JatP) - I'm Standing in Your Line (I Do Hope You Have the Time) (JatP)

Do you respond to comments? I really try to respond to every comment, even if it takes me a while to respond! I genuinely appreciate people who take the time to not only read my writing but also share with me their thoughts, so the least I can do is respond back 😊

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oof in general I usually stick to happy endings so there hasn't been a ton of angsty endings! But I once wrote a fic exploring a character navigating the aftermath of the sudden death of his wife. It ends with him bonding with a woman in a bar who had also lost her husband, and they dance together and while it's nice to have some sort of companionship again, there's an unspoken agreement that nothing and no one would ever compare to their late spouses. (Based off the song Ghost of You by 5SOS, specifically the last line!) I don't usually write major character deaths, and I actually ended up taking that one down because it was too sad for me haha.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? The rest of my fics pretty much all have HEAs because at my core that's what I enjoy most haha. But my favorite and probably fluffiest ending is Fire Red and Ocean Blue.

Do you get hate on fics? I don't remember ever getting any hate! *knock on wood*

Do you write smut? What kind? I do not, but I always enjoy reading a good smut fic!

Do you write crossovers? No, but I love AUs or fics based off of other books/shows/movies!

Have you ever had a fic translated? Also no haha.

Have you ever cowritten a fic before? I've attempted to, a loooong time ago when I was first getting into fanfic. Nothing ever came of it though, we were both, like, 12 so it fizzled haha. I have no idea where that person is today but I hope they're doing well!!

What WIP would you like to finish, but doubt you ever will? Back when s1 of Outer Banks came out I started working on a Jiara one night stand fic and got about halfway done. I still think about it often, but too much has happened in s2 and 3 it just wouldn't make sense anymore and I'd basically have to start from scratch.

What's your all-time favorite ship? This is a tough one! My oldest and most beloved ships will always be Romione and Percabeth. But no ship has ever, and may never again, have me in a chokehold quite like Juke did during the height of my JatP hyperfixation. So one of those three! 😂

What are your writing strengths? Ooo I love a good theme or motif or analogy and bringing everything back around full circle. It makes my little perfectionist virgo brain very happy haha.

What are your writing weaknesses? Sometimes I'll rush through the little details just to get to the main plot points. I constantly have to remind myself to slow down, a sort of "stop and smell the roses" if you will, and set the scene or create unique little character details to make my fics more descriptive.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in a another language for a fic? If it's needed it's needed! I usually will copy/paste and look up the translation if I need to.

First fandom you wrote for? Glee haha. I used to be OBSESSED.

Favorite fic you've ever written? I feel like this answer changes depending on my mood haha. Right now I think it'd have to be Been Counting My Blessings Thinking This Through, but that could totally be recency bias haha. I am very proud of it though!

What fic would you want to rewrite someday? I wrote this PJO (Tratie) fic called Rivers about 10 years ago and to this day the idea behind it is probably one of my favorite ideas I've ever had for a fic. When I reread it now, I can't help but see the writing of a 15 year old girl who had no idea what she was talking about and was unable to execute it in the way I wanted to in my mind haha. I always tell myself I'm going to rewrite it, and maybe with the show coming out soon, it'll inspire me to!

This was so fun!! Tagging @story-courty @bex2313 and @writerownstory and anyone else who wants to participate!

#tag games #fanfiction #ao3 #long post #claire8216 fics

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alwaysxlarrie · 1 year

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you know it’s an alwaysxlarrie fic when ... + 2022 writing self evaluation

ok so i’m a tiiiiiny bit late to the game, so i’m just combining the two tags lol. thank you to @hellolovers13, @larrysballetslippers, @zannithinks, @lunarheslwt, @brightgolden & @momrryrights for tagging me in the moodboard challenge (that’s what i’m calling it lol). hope everyone enjoys my chaotic moodboard hehe & thank you to @neondiamond, @onlythebravest, @lunarheslwt, @greenblueish, @thedevilinmybrain & @loveislarryislove for tagging me in the self evaluation tag !! here we goooo

for the moodboard we’ve got 2013 larry bc that’s my fav era & how i always imagine them in my fics, football player louis, santa’s sleigh, office space, cute notes on a white board, a clothing rack, new york city & gentle touches. i don’t think i need to say there’s not any specific mood theme going on here for anyone to figure that out LMAO but i did try my best regardless :)

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 9!

2. Word count posted for the year: if i’m counting correctly ..... 93,735 ????

3. Fandoms I wrote for: one direction. i have a fic for the 5sos fandom that i’ve written a few chapters for & was editing it in an ao3 draft but then the page refreshed for some reason & i lost everything & kinda lost steam, so .... maybe it’ll see the light of day next year

4. Pairings: louis/harry, zayn/liam (side pairing), shawn/niall (side pairing)

5. Story with the most…

Kudos: i swear i could give you everything

Bookmarks: also i swear i could give you everything lol

Comments: it’s i swear i could give you everything again LMAO

Hits: gimme everything you got

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): i think i’d say either gimme everything you got or i need something, so tell me something new. gimme everything you got bc i put a lot of my personal experience (give or take) into it & it got such a positive response & that made me super happy. i need something, so tell me something new bc it’s my first ever published fic in general & fic in this fandom.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): oooof. prob my sub harry fic. i enjoyed being apart of the fest & i enjoyed the experience, but writing it was so much harder than i’d anticipated & it felt like my writing got very redundant after a few scenes. i’m glad i stuck it out & that i published it, but yeah i def don’t think i did it the justice i’d wanted to.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: i’m really enjoying all the reviews/comments i’ve been getting on my cinderella au! it’s my first chaptered fic that i’m posting chapter by chapter, so that’s been really encouraging. but in general, i appreciate all the comments i get. as a small/new writer, i don’t expect to get any comments at all really, so whenever i do, i get excited. there was a comment on my christmas fic santa, won’t you bring me the one i really need? where someone said it was the best christmas fic they’ve ever read :)

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: the sub harry fic lmao. i love service kink harry fics so i was like alright sweet this will be a no brainer & basically, i fucked around & found out. i literally went through like 5 drafts until i finally found a premise that went w the prompt i was using that i felt i could build off of without turning the fic super predictable & dead end. i think if i’d waited to do that type of fic next year & done more research than i’d done for this one, it would’ve gone much better.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: the beginning of my cinderella au -- i’ve been very vocal about the fact that i write only fluff fics to balance out all the angst in our fandom & then i go & write a cinderella fic & make the first two chapters packed w angst LMAO. it’ll turn around soon, but that’s def the biggest one as of yet for me, i think.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: i’m not sure if i have a favorite tbh, but i like this one from i swear i could give you everything: --------------

“So what have you got for us today, Haz?” Louis asked, knocking on the table with his fists, excitement and anticipation both thrumming through his body.

“Well, I was just messing around in the kitchen last night, really,” Harry began, messing with the hem of his shirt and seemingly determined to continue looking at the floor as he made his way towards the fridge a few feet away from the table Louis was now sitting at. “And then I realized I had the ingredients. So. I just figured. Why not, you know?”

Louis furrowed his eyebrows, trying to piece together what Harry was talking about. All he’d done was ask Harry what he’d made. He guessed the ingredients were relevant to the conversation and he did enjoy listening to Harry talk - even if he really was talking some shit - so he decided to humor him.

“Oh yeah, sweetheart?” Louis prompted as he placed his elbows on the table and rested his chin on one of his hands.

Harry was apparently too busy rummaging around the fridge to even glance back at him when he responded. Which wasn’t rude, really. Louis just. Wanted to see his eyes, was all.

“Yeah, so like. I thought you might enjoy it. You talk about it a lot, anyway. So I figured, I might as well, if I have the ingredients, you know?”

“Sure, sure. Absolutely. No point in having all the ingredients if you’re not gonna make a good meal out of it.” Louis had completely lost the plot at this point but was still determined to try for Harry.

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12. How did you grow as a writer this year: well let’s start w the fact that i began the year convinced i’d remain a reader & beta forever. so the fact that i’ve published one fic, let alone nine, is pretty big in itself lol. aside from that, i’ve gotten more comfortable writing smut & dialogue. before i wrote fics, i only wrote original stories & never included dialogue, so those were my biggest weaknesses when i first started writing fic & they’re still not my strengths yet, but i’ve definitely gotten better, i’d like to think.

13. How do you hope to grow next year: i def want to get more comfortable writing smut & building sexual tension. i want to write longer fics. i want to finish at least 5-10 of the 20 wips i have lol. i’d love to finish all of them, but 5-10 is a good goal. i want to write some different genres like historical, slow burns, etc.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): i have a few! @loveislarryislove is a big one -- if i need help w a metaphor, making sure a sentence sounds right, incorporating tension building touches, brainstorming, honest feedback, etc, annika is my pea in a pod. also @panye, steph is so lovely & helpful when it comes to brainstorming, talking out what phrasing sounds better, she tells me what needs fixing & how to fix it; basically, she’s the better half of our shared brain cell. @zanniscaramouche is pretty much the reason i feel as comfortable as i do writing smut. she’s patient, she gives examples, she’s kind, she knows just how to change wording around to make a description or dialogue top tier. @justanothershadeofblue, is my sprinting buddy (along with zanni when our schedules align!). having a daily sprinting buddy who cheers you on is delightful, especially when they’re as supportive & willing to get sidetracked in off topic convos w me as zjo!

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: gimme everything you got is based on personal experience in terms of the stigmas that come w female masturbation / women being shamed for exploring their bodies. i work in retail, so while that didn’t inspire it’s like i’m powerful with a little bit of tender, it def helped me know bts info lol. lastly, i’ve recently switched my major from psychology to interior design & my minor from interior design to psychology, so i guess my (new) major showed up in you are my destiny (you are the reason that i still believe). hostile work environment was also inspired by my retail job as well LMAO. there’s more in my wips tbh, but as for my currently published fics, that’s it, i think!

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: just remember that how ‘popular’ or ‘unpopular’ your fic may be / may get isn’t an indicator of your talent. write something bc you want to write it, not bc you think it’ll appeal to people. take breaks -- if you’re stuck on a scene or sentence, get up & do something else for a bit. if you keep rereading the same sentence over & over, it’s only going to keep sounding more & more scrambled. you’ll work much better with a clear head & will be able to see where the mistakes -- if any -- actually are.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: my cinderella au for sure! i started a fic inspired by one of my fav fics staring across the room by the lovely @allwaswell16 & it’s been put to the side for much longer than i’ve wanted. i initially put it to the side to get more practice writing tension building, but def want to finish it next year. i also finally started the sequel to my girl direction fic, so that as well. & the sequel to my christmas fic lmao. i have lots of things i need to finish 😭😭

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read: i honestly don’t know anyone who hasn’t done or been tagged in either of these yet, but i’ll tag a few anyway lol @lululawrence @thebreadvansstuff @panye @kingsofeverything @voulezloux @infinitelymint @londonfoginacup @twopoppies @littleroverlouis @tommokat @crinkle-eyed-boo @disgruntledkittenface @kingonafiftymetreroad @daggerandrose @homosociallyyours @ireallysawanangel & anyone else who wants to do these!

#tags and challenges #my fics #my writing #fic q&a #finally did it with one day in the year to spare #not counting tomorrow at least lmao #wooooo

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