#I'm gonna see if I can find his friends band and share some of their songs

[drumlincountry]

I was at a Palestinian solidarity gig last night & the one Palestinian artist who was going to perform had COVID so the organisers asked around to see if there were any Palestinians who'd like to say a few words instead.

A local guy who was born & raised in Gaza offered to speak. He started with "I'm an engineer. i'm not a poet or a politician. I don't... do public speaking… I had no idea what to say when I came up here. So i'm just going to tell you about the street I grew up on."

And then he did! He went down the street building by building. He told us about the ice cream shop on the corner, the grocery shop, the charity that supports people with intellectual disabilities. He told us about the people who he knew growing up, the families who still live in the different houses. He told us about the university buildings and about his friends who quit being accountants to start a band together. All on that street.

All of which is gone now, by the way. Bombed to dust.

#Gaza #Palestine #I talked to him a bit afterwards but god what do you say!! #he said he found the gig helpful anyway. Supportive. So that's good. #I'm gonna see if I can find his friends band and share some of their songs #Me Fein

[abilouwrites]

THE MOVE IN

Jamie Drysdale

Mah lil pookie wookie

“And you’re sure they’d be all right with me staying with you for the month?” I ask nervously as Jamie smoothly shifts gears and toggles the clutch. My apartment had grown a water leak and a mold infestation because of that leak so I’d been forced to move out. While my parents live in California; they aren’t stationed in Anaheim but in San Francisco. Almost a 12 hour drive away.

I’d offered to rent out a hotel room but Jamie hearing of my dilemma and being my boyfriend was nearly upset at the fact I was going to a hotel before asking to stay with him, “I’m sure; the guys love you. And they all understand that situation. Least from what they’ve told me” he looks at me and smiles before turning his attention back to the road.

“I just don’t want to encroach on guy time” I admit, I hear him sigh gently and move his hand to pat my thigh before going back to keeping his hand on the stick.

We pull up to his shared home with a few of the guys on the team, those who weren’t living with their girlfriends or wives. Jamie takes my bags from the trunk of the car, “Jesus how do you have so much stuff” he grunts; he sees my concerned expression and immediately cuts in with, "no oh sweet thing I'm joking" He looks at me sympathetically and drops my bags gently so he can wrap me into a soft kiss.

I breathe a sigh of relief as I help him carry my things into his room, “ah Drysdales wife is here” Trevor teases as he steps out of the kitchen.

I smile softly at him and wrap him into a soft hug, “I brought my recipe book if y’all want me to make waffles” I tell him and he excitedly grins at me.

“Jams whatcha eatinn” Trevor asks as he leans on Jamie’s shoulder; he bats his eyes at him. Obviously asking for a bite of whatever his friend was eating for a late home packed brunch.

“Oh uh. Y/n made me some blueberry waffles.. you want?” Jamie guiltily offers half of his waffle to his friend who easily scarfs the half down. Trevor’s eyes widen and he nods in approval.

“You need to marry her. And have a lot of babies. Mostly. Wife her up because if you don’t. I will” Trevor says; almost instantaneously. Jamie simply stares at him, almost astonished at Trevor’s confession.

“Trev— I’ve only been dating her for maybe a uh year?”

“Marriage”

“If Jamie doesnt marry you. I will” Trevor admits winking at Jamie.

The weeks pass as they always do, it’s weird waking up to someone else. Jamie’s arms wrap around my waist his thumb toying with the band of my panties. Somehow it’s so comforting being able to wake up next to him. I roll onto his stomach throughout the night. His hands go from resting on my butt to sliding underneath my tank top and resting on my shoulder blades.

“G’mornin” I’m the first to rise and Jamie always rolls over tucking his head against my chest, my hands slide up and tangle themselves into his thick brown hair.

“I don’t wanna wake up” He groans wrapping himself around me and anchoring me down into the plush bedding.

“I know baby, but I promised the team I would make breakfast for everyone. You can sleep a bit more” I tell him wiggling out from underneath him but still tucking him back into bed and placing a kiss onto his forehead.

It’s about ten in the morning when the boys and their significant others start arriving. The house fills with chatter and the clinking of utensils as I serve the eggs and bacon and pancakes.

Jamie comes down, rubbing his eyes and quickly finding me flipping the pancakes in the pan. He groans softly resting his head on my shoulder and sliding up behind me and rubbing my stomach underneath my shirt, “I can’t sleep without you” he whispers in my ear.

“You want some coffee?” I offer him my little mug.

“Yeah” He sighs against my skin taking my mug and drinking it, “I’m gonna go see the guys”

About a month later my apartment is ready but Jamie’s being weird about me moving back in, “somethings going on” I fish around as I start packing my things back up

“I guess” he shrugs reaching for my hand, “Instead of going back to your apartment.. what if. We buy a house, or an apartment. And officially move in together” he asks

“Really?”

“Yeah. I wanna marry you. Not right now but eventually”

“Seriously?”

“Yes”

🎉🎉

#hockey #nhl #anaheim ducks #trevor zegras #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale fic #jamie drysdale x reader #jamiedrysdale x reader #nhl blurb #nhl fanfiction

[cosmicanamnesis]

little self-indulgent fic that I'm posting without proofreading, enjoy

steddie, modern AU, idiots to lovers | read on ao3

"It's not a big deal!"

Eddie's crush on Steve was a secret both short-lived and ill-kept. His first mistake was telling the band. Well, no, his first mistake was forgetting that Gareth and Will were dating and that Gareth had the physical inability to keep his fucking mouth shut. But Eddie telling his closest, most trusted friends about the guy he liked was definitely Up There on the list of mistakes.

Which was how Eddie found himself mildly hungover drinking black coffee in his living room while Dustin paced up and down the length of the trailer, berating him for not confessing his doomed love to his alleged "favorite child" sooner.

"HOW is it not a big deal, Eddie?" Dustin said, just a few notches too loud for Eddie's looming headache.

"Because it's not! He doesn't like me! He's never gonna like me! I'm an adult, dude, I have critical thinking skills. I know how to pick my battles."

"It's not- Eddie," Dustin suddenly went stone faced. "It's not about your chances with him. You're moving in with him. He deserves to know."

Oh yeah. There was that. Robin was starting college and there was no way she wasn't taking her Emotional Support Pretty Boy with her. The only place they could find was a 2-bed just slightly out of their budget, and had asked Eddie if he wanted to join them, finally striking out on their own in the city. The agreement was that Steve and Robin would share the bigger bedroom, and Eddie would get the smaller room to himself. Their move-in date was less than a week out when Eddie made his inebriated love confession at his quote-unquote Going-Away-Party.

"It's not about what he deserves, man!" Eddie said, sinking back into the couch. He rubbed his eyes hard to try and relieve some of the pressure building in his head and sighed. "If I don't say anything to him, nothing changes. If I tell him, everything changes!"

"Oh, please. Steve's an adult too, dude, if we tell him you like him but you're well aware that he doesn't like you, he won't make it weird!"

"Wait wait wait, hold up. Rewind. We? Who is we?"

"You and me!" The boys stared at each other in bewilderment for a moment. "Oh come on, Eddie, we both know that if I don't sit here and watch you do it, you're just gonna lie and say you told him when you actually just hid under a blanket listening to Metallica and wishing you had the balls to-"

"OKAY!" Eddie yelled, loud enough for the very shock of his volume to trigger his headache in full force. "Jesus H., kid, you don't need to call me out like that. Fuck. Fine. I'll do it right now, how about that?"

Eddie pulled his phone out and Dustin dropped down hard on the couch next to him, arms already crossed, smug satisfaction already settled on his face.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Dustin scoffed. "Here's what you should say-"

Eddie held up a hand to cut him off. "I'm not listening to you anymore. You had one long distance girlfriend ONCE, you're not some kind of Cassanova here… oh, son of a bitch."

"Son of a bitch what?" Dustin asked, scooting closer to read over Eddie's shoulder.

"I can't do this right now… The last thing I sent him was asking his opinion on the D&D movie and he hasn't responded yet."

"What the absolute fuck does that have to do with any of this?"

"Well I can't be like hey what's your opinion on this movie you know I love because I'm the one who told you to watch it, also I'm in love with you but it's no big deal. Like, what the fuck is that?"

"Oh… Yeah, you have a point." Dustin shifted back away from Eddie, covering his mouth with one hand in concentration.

"I mean… It can wait-"

"It can, but it shouldn't, dude! Shit… I mean, I could tell him, if you want."

Dustin had expected an outright "no" and was shocked when Eddie paused, apparently seriously considering the option.

"Actually… Yeah, could you?"

"Sure, but I'm not letting you see what I say until after I send it."

"You drive a hard bargain…" Eddie said, drumming his fingers on his knee. "Fine. Go for it."

Eddie stood and grabbed his coffee off the table, wandering slowly towards the kitchen, both to find some ibuprofen and to quell his temptation to watch Dustin quickly type a message to Steve.

"Okay. Sent. Now you can look," Dustin announced, beckoning Eddie back over as he downed the medicine. Eddie felt like he'd never moved so fast in his life. The message read,

Eddie wants you to know, before you move in together, he has a crush on you. he won't make it weird if you dont

As Eddie read, the three dots that meant Steve was typing popped up. Suddenly Eddie regretted ever agreeing to this, and pushed Dustin's hand and phone away so he wouldn't have to see Steve's rejection first-hand.

"He responded… Do you wanna know what he said?" Dustin said. Eddie was leaning hard against the armrest of the couch, staring into nothing, imagination running wild.

"Yeah, hit me," he said.

"Oh, alright. Thank you for telling me," Dustin read. "I don't feel the same way about him. I assume you talked to him about telling me."

"So he gets back to you right away but he won't tell me- oh. Never mind. He just responded to my text." Eddie was doing his best to not feel completely devastated by Steve's frankly predictable response to Dustin's text.

"So… What did he think of the movie?"

—

"Uh… Rob?"

"Yeah?"

"Um… Come here and… Just read this."

Steve and Robin were taking a break from packing up Steve's childhood bedroom in preparation for the move when Dustin's text came through. She quickly chugged the last of her soda and came around to Steve's side to see what he was seeing.

"Oh," she said, not bothering to conceal her surprise. "I mean… We knew this was a possibility."

"Yeah, I guess, but… What do I say? I don't like him like that."

"Then say you don't like him like that, dingus. He's probably breathing down Dustin's neck right now waiting to see what you say."

"Yeah, you're probably right…" Steve said. He typed and backspaced and typed something else until Robin got sick of watching and grabbed the phone out of his hand to answer Dustin's text for him.

"Just trust me!" Robin said, actively walking away from Steve as he sputtered indignances, chasing after her halfheartedly. As soon as she sent the text, she turned and shoved the phone roughly back to Steve's chest.

"Oh… Yeah, okay, that makes more sense than anything I was trying to say…" Steve conceded, reading the text Robin sent on his behalf.

—

Steve, Robin, and Eddie saw each other next when they were loading up the U-Haul. No one said anything, and Steve tried as hard as he could to act like nothing was different. It put Eddie's mind at ease while simultaneously driving Robin nuts.

Since Dustin sent the secondhand confession, the only thing Steve had on his mind was Eddie, and how he definitely didn't reciprocate Eddie's feelings, how he was definitely bisexual but Eddie… Eddie wasn't his type. He was pretty, sure, but he was so… Himself. He was loud and unapologetic and into things Steve had never even heard of. They had nothing in common besides their love for the kids.

But Robin saw it coming a mile away.

"It" finally came to fruition a month after they had all moved in together.

It turned out, Steve and Eddie were practically the same person. Same sense of humor, same taste in TV, they even took their coffee the same way. They really only differed in their music tastes, fashion, and theater snack preferences. 

Robin got the text in the middle of her French class.

shmuck: i think i have a crush on eddie

bobbin: FINALLY. please just kiss him and put me out of my misery

Steve came out of the kitchen, bag of chips in hand, to see Eddie just as he'd left him: cross-legged on the couch, demolishing a bag of Sour Patch Kids to the tune of the Criminal Minds theme music. He tucked his phone into his back pocket and rejoined his maybe-crush to watch trash TV until Robin came home.

He didn't know why he was so nervous. He knew Eddie liked him. There wasn't a chase here, he didn't have to flirt or try to win Eddie over… He just had to say yes and Eddie was his. It was different from any other relationship he'd ever been in. Maybe that was why it was so scary. Because it was new.

They watched the episode and bantered back and forth about it, same as always. But before the next episode could start, Steve hit pause.

"Bathroom break?" Eddie asked, hugging a throw pillow to his chest.

"No, uh…" Steve started, unable to even look Eddie in the face. "No… Can I… Can I kiss you?"

Eddie didn't answer right away, which finally inspired Steve to really look at him. His expression was completely unreadable.

"Uh… Yeah, I mean. Yes, absolutely. Um. But what happened to you don't like me like that?" It was such an Eddie response, Steve could almost laugh.

"I, um… I guess I spoke too soon," Steve laughed, trying to be cool and suave and everything else people thought he was in high school. Eddie brought the pillow up to hide his expression.

"Really?" he asked, muffled behind the pillow so that Steve almost couldn't hear him.

"Yeah, really. Just… Since you told me-"

"Dustin told you," Eddie corrected.

"Whatever… I dunno, I guess it put the idea in my head and now… I haven't been able to stop thinking about it… About you- what?"

Eddie was giggling quietly behind the throw pillow, gently rocking himself back and forth as Steve talked. 

"Nothing," Eddie mumbled into the pillow. "Go on."

"You're such a pain in the ass, y'know that?" Steve laughed again. "Can I kiss you or not?"

Eddie slowly moved the pillow away from his face to set it aside, revealing himself to be smiling like an idiot as he turned slightly to face Steve better.

"You understand I've been uselessly pining after you for like, two months now, right? Please kiss me, oh my god."

—

Dustin's phone lit up with a Snapchat notification; a message from Eddie to the D&D group chat. He expected a meme, or for Eddie to ask Jeff for a ride somewhere because his van broke down again.

Instead, it was a picture of Eddie looking smug, leaning against Steve's chest. Steve, apparently unaware he was having his picture taken, had his fingers tangled up in Eddie's curls. The text overlay simply read "hey guys guess what."

The first reply came from Gareth, a picture of him leaning against Will in the exact same position as Eddie was with Steve. "Gross," it said.

Dustin rolled his eyes. Eddie was about to get so much more insufferable.

#steddie #steddie fic #stranger things #stranger things fic #text

[violetarks]

track 30: i'd never do that

"fuck." y/n said, wiping her eyes as she turned from the crowd, walking off the stage as soon as the curtains closed. she just... couldn't stop crying. all because of some song...

"y/n..." armin said, standing at her side. he rubs her back and takes the bass from her. the crowd continues to cheer loudly, claps and chants emerging from behind the curtains. "it's okay. c'mon, let's get you—"

they were interrupted by jean standing up loudly from his seat, storming off the stage and towards their change rooms. everyone's eye fell on him, watching his forced steps as he walked passed them all and the stage crew. eren and mikasa follow after, armin and y/n walking off next.

it was only truly a week ago that they all found out about marco's death, and having to preform to avoid any more backlash. unhappy fans ruled their twitter pages due to the postponed shows, and though levi advised against returning, the five of them agreed to come back. it was work... and they couldn't stop.

although what porco said was true, it was also true that the fans had control over their jobs. they could only enjoy their work if they had those fans. and using their friend's death as an excuse was no option. they didn't want to use it, and the fans had no right to know.

it was a bump in the road, is all.

"we did well tonight." mikasa says, sitting beside y/n. she holds her hand tightly. "you two did very well."

"i fucked up the tempo in the first song, made it too fast." jean complains, laying on the other couch.

"and i forgot my part for the whole first verse and just didn't play." y/n added in, leaning her head back.

"nobody even noticed, we didn't." eren says, sitting on the armrest of jean's couch. that may have a been a tiny lie, he definitely noticed and the looks that armin and mikasa shared on stage showed so too. armin stands nearby, pouring water for everyone. eren ruffles jean's hair gently. "you two did great. don't question it."

the two become quiet, silently thinking to themselves of what to do now. they had two more shows, two more shows and they could go home. and rest, and think, and be better.

"y/n? your phone's been buzzing like crazy." armin says, looking down at your device.

"huh? it's probably twitter. pass it 'ere." you say, holding out your hand. armin passes you the phone as you stand up, grabbing tissues to wipe your face. armin takes your spot. lo and behold, you were right. "i'm gonna talk a walk, alright?"

"don't go too far, we're gonna' leave soon." eren says as you wave your hand and leave the room.

you walk through the backstage halls until you make it outside. it's a restricted area, so no fans were there. and since everyone else was packing up the stage, you were alone.

but you unlock your phone, seeing thousands of twitter notifications and a few texts from porco. you stop yourself when you feel relieved.

when did you start feeling relieved about porco? when did he start making you feel that way?

you couldn't deny that sense of happiness you felt when you saw his picture show up on screen, though. maybe you should answer him.

track 29 | track list | track 31

anime: attack on titan (band! au)

character: porco galliard

summary: y/n, the bassist of the band 'paradís', finds herself in middle of a 'publicity stunt' with none other than a rival band's drummer. porco, the mentioned member of 'marley', doesn't care about her at all. but they can only ignore each other for so long.

status: ongoing

warnings: afab! reader, she/her pronouns used

taglist: @makimakimi @hanmascult @ally22042000 @rozewayne2005 @keithandlevi-ontheroof @qaahnarin @queen-flower @id-rather-be-an-outsider @onlylowercase @tonysttank @a-little-pebbl @hannahalanib1 @moonshineandclearskies @aqueerincrisis @tati-the-fangirl @cheesechopchive-blog

#porco galliard #porco galliard x reader #porco galliard smau #porco #porco x reader #porco smau #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan smau #aot #aot x reader #aot smau

[xhdream]

ok last ask for a while bc I feel like I'm being annoying BUT I just had a really good thought.

what trope would you say each xdh member is? for example I'd say gunil is very fwb and maybe fwb to lovers. I hope this makes sense!

-🦈

xdinary heroes as popular tropes

cw: none

a/n: THIS IS SO FUN your mind amazes me with your ideas every time!! this is such an interesting concept, anon, where’s your writing blog huh??? also, do not EVER think that you’re being annoying even for a second <3 i looked up different tropes and picked out the ones i think fit the members in my opinion

♡ gunil

friends with benefits to lovers

what you said is so true, putting this one right here!! i think he’d be good at it in a sense that he’s a man of his word, so he’d be open with you about everything from the start - if you set some lines/boundaries he’d never cross them. i can totally see him gradually becoming more concerned if you see/talk to other people

fwb gunil = jealous gunil 🤤

insta love

i mean not falling in love, but feeling strong attraction at first sight, so more like insta lust. he sees you and there’s immediate physical connection between you, that pulls him in

♡ jiseok/gaon

enemies to lovers

not gonna lie the only reason i put this one is because i think banter with jiseok would be soo entertaining. it would lead into such a nice & hot tension - the build up would be insane!!

it could be just some small misunderstanding that makes you have the wrong impression of him (or the other way) so you bicker every time you’re together in one room and everyone’s like they’re into each other

♡ hyeongjun/junhan

forced proximity

he’s a shy boy when it comes to strangers or big crowds, so i have a feeling that being stuck somewhere with him would give you a better chance to get to know his personality, than having to be around him within a group of people. by stuck i don’t mean getting locked in a room or something like that, just getting to spend some alone time together before people start coming around you

it’s gonna make him anticipate the next opportunity he gets to have some privacy with you

the bet

you all know how the members say he’s very competitive and he never gives up? junhan confirmed it’s true, saying he chases the win even when it’s literally starting to get unhealthy, soo this trope fits him really well

you’re good friends that occasionally hang out whenever his schedule is free, until one day you bet on something that leads to daily messages and calls, strengthening your friendship and gradually turning it into something more

♡ seungmin/o.de

coworkers to lovers

seeing each other every day, chatting during breaks, helping with your tasks, sliding in some more intimate questions during work calls - i can see seungmin in all of this. he would try repressing his feelings at first, trying to convince himself it’s nothing - you’re just hot that’s all, but oh no! he’s whipped

♡ jooyeon

friends to lovers

do we all agree on this one? i think jooyeon would fall for a friend. i think in general he’s the type of person that finds it important that his s/o is his friend first, lover next. sharing the same humour, the trust you’ve built with time, knowing you can always count on each other would definitely add to his attraction to you

that’s why i think best friend’s sibling fits him well too 🤭

age gap

i see the possibility of him being with someone few years older than him pretty high. i see him finding intelligence & maturity attractive traits that also make him feel secure in a way

♡ jungsu

secret identity

here i’m not saying that i think he will lie or pretend to be someone he’s not, just that i can see him avoiding the conversation that he’s in a band for a while when he meets someone for the first time; he would not straight up say it

if you meet one day and start chatting, because you both felt an attraction, he would spark your interest with how easy going, but also a bit flustered he is. when you get to the questions so what do you do? he’d mumble shyly uhmm i make music… yeah, i’m in this band… do you gets what i’m saying? >< especially as the group gets bigger with time. he wants you to get to know him a bit as a person firsthand before telling you what he does straight away, so he has a sense of what your intentions are

love triangle

why do i see him falling for someone that’s already taken? i’m not talking anything toxic here, maybe you’ve been friends for a while, but you get into relationship and he’s forced to watch you being happy with another person… ok i don’t wanna get angsty, but the thought crossed my mind and i decided to share ><

#💌: xhdream inbox #🦈 anon #xdinary heroes #xdinary heroes scenarios #xdinary heroes imagines #xdh gaon #xdh gunil #xdh jiseok #xdh junhan #xdh jungsu #xdh seungmin #xdh o.de #xdh jooyeon

[matan4il]

Hi friend! I was wondering if you had any favorite Israeli/Hebrew children's books! Also any fave Israeli musicians??

Hello, my lovely! :D How are you?

Ooooh, do I! Man, you're gonna regret asking me this. XD Sorry, not sorry... So shall we start with Israeli/Hebrew kids' books?

Anything by Yehuda Atlas (יהודה אטלס), but especially And That Kid is Me (והילד הזה הוא אני). Short humorous stories, written in rhymes, perfectly capturing how baffling the world can be for a kid, and how silly adults can seem, or just what things can sometimes feel like for a child. It's one of those books that work, funny and essential, 'coz it's so true. He just gets kids.

Another one that I love, and am probably one of the few Israeli kids who even know this book, is Siamina and the Cats of Yemin Moshe (סיאמינה והחתולים של ימין משה) by Holocaust survivor Uri Orlev (אורי אורלב. He's more well known for his books about that period of time, which are also highly recommended, but I only dared read them when I was older). Jerusalem is known for its many stray cats, and the book is a love fest for cats and Jerusalem, with some historical sites becoming in the book the "homes" of the cats.

David Gershtein, who crafted the engravings for the book, is a pretty popular Israeli artist, and you can find some of his creations all over the country, and even entire shops dedicated to his works.

Last one ('coz I don't wanna burden you too much, but lemme know if you want more recs!) that I really loved as a kid, was Yael's House (הבית של יעל) by Miriam Rot (מרים רות). It was about a girl who has a home, but she wants a house that would be all her own. She tries all sorts of solutions, including taking over the space under the kitchen table... Not gonna lie, as a kid I was inspired to follow in her footsteps, but my parents were not impressed.

Now, as for Israeli musicians! You have stumbled onto dangerous ground, my friend, since I'm a music addict, and in love with the Hebrew language, so songs in Hebrew are something I can go on about for freaking years...

I'll share with you the link to two unlisted playlists that I made on YouTube. One is of some of my fave Israeli songs (though I started it years ago, so sadly, I see some vids have been deleted or made private, and there are literally hundreds of songs on the list, meaning I'm not sure which ones are missing), but also with a few thrown in 'coz I think they're good for people who wanna know Israeli culture and popular Israeli songs, and the other is one that I started making with songs connected in different ways to the current war we're in. They're not all faves, but I thought they capture a moment in time, so I wanted to have them grouped together. I'm actually not done with either list, the latter I really just started not that long ago, so you can expect them to grow.

If we're talking specific Israeli musicians, I find it hard to answer, I think almost every singer or songwriter has at least one good song to offer, and likewise whenever I wanna name one, I feel like adding, "Except for this song... and that one..." No musician is great all the time. But I guess some of my faves (where I like more songs than I don't) include Ivri Lider, Berry Sakharof, Yehuda Poliker, Ran Danker, Harel Ska'at, Chanan ben Ari, Narkis, Eliad, Amir Dadon, Avraham Tal, Marina Maximilian, Achinoam Nini (Noa), Sheila Ferber, Gilad Segev, Ofra Chaza, Meni Berger, Yardena Arazi, Natan Goshen, Keren Peles, Izhar Ashdot, Nurit Galron, and the bands Beit Ha'bubot, Ha'Yehudim, Metropolin, Ethnix, Mashina and Synergia.

I was thinking I should add at least one of these vids to my reply, and for whatever reason, the one that started playing itself in my head (where there is always music) was a song first released in 1993, אדמה חמה (Hot Earth) by Shlomo Gronich and the Shva Choir (Sheba is the English pronunciation of Shva). I love this song, I think the vid was very cool for its time, and I'm still never gonna forgive the MTV viewers who gave it last place in a video music awards. The song incorporates Hebrew and Amharic, both Semitic languages, the latter being the language spoken by Ethiopian Jews. You can actually listen to the whole special album (inspired by the story of the Ethiopian Jewish community's journey to Israel) here.

But just for the fun of throwing in a gay themed song as well, here's התשמע קולי (Will You Hear My Voice), a love poem for a man, originally written by an Israeli poet called Rachel (full name: Rachel Bluwstein Sela), but it's performed here by only men, and no one changed the pronouns, which makes it a mlm song to me. It's so pretty and sad (Rachel is believed to have written the poem to a former lover, a man she even thought at one point she would marry, but WWI tears them apart and they never meet again. She wrote this poem, after getting the news that she's terminally ill), it fills my soul at the same time as it tugs on my heart.

I hope this helps! Sending so much love! xoxox

#ask #gingerpolyglot #israeli #israel #music #hebrew music #israeli music #israeli books #hebrew books #jewish #hebrew #jumblr #frumblr #fandom love

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 10

Tagging: @ophelialaufey@madamemaximoff06@forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator

TW: Self harm, blood

Things had changed in almost an instant. Y/n had finally called and was lucky that Oystein had actually answered and was excited that she had actually called. They talked for at least three hours and decided that they would entertain the idea of seeing one another romantically but they weren't even close to talking about any sort of title of ownership. Y/n laughed feeling like she was discussing buying a car together or something but Oystein didn't want to cause her any problems socially if they told people they were dating.

The only thing Y/n told him was that she refused to share dick with anyone. If he wanted to be able to fuck her or get her naked, it would only be her and no one else. He agreed without any hesitation.

Now here she was, backstage in a swampy bar watching the band drink and act like idiots while she sat atop Oystein's lap applying his corpse makeup. Oystein was practically vibrating when she agreed to come to the show but when she showed up in tight black jeans that hugged her hips deliciously and a top that he had never seen her wear before that allowed her tits to sit plumply and just cover her belly button. He was hard before she even greeted him.

"How do you plan on playing when I can feel how hard you are right now?" Y/n teased now sitting on his lap applying the paint with a smirk.

"Shut up. It's your fault." Oystein tried to keep his face still but he did take advantage of her in his lap, squeezing her hips in his hands trying to leave bruises.

"Thank you...for coming. I honestly didn't think you would show up." He kept his voice quiet and Y/n suspected he didn't want the band to hear him.

"I told you I would. I'm excited to see you play." She was genuinely curious as to their sound. She had honestly not listened to a single one of their songs in all the time she's known Oystein. She knew how in love with the music he was and wanted to see him do something he was passionate about.

"Two minutes Euro! Let's fucking go!" Hellhammer yelled just as Y/n finished the lip lines.

"I'm done!" Y/n started to push off his chest but he pulled her back to him like he was going to kiss her but she pushed his head down to kiss the top of his head.

"I don't put makeup on often. You aren't ruining mine or yours." Oystein rolled his eyes at her. She had said she would hold his leather jacket while he performed and was surprised it didn't smell fucking terrible. I mean let's be real, he was a gross, sweaty dude who ate entirely too many gyros and barely ran a load of laundry once a week but he had attempted to cover the smell with cigarettes and what she assume was dryer sheets.

"Where do you want me Dark lord?" Y/n watched Oystein adjust himself and freeze mid-hand in his pants giving her an evil glare.

"I'll find a spot on my own." She stuck her arms into the jacket and headed back out to where people had already filed in. She spotted some familiar faces and their friend with the camera was actually really nice to her. She made sure to stand on the side she knew Oystein would be on and the moment they came onto the stage, everyone started losing their minds.

Y/n clapped and screamed but out of respect for Oystein, she made sure not to scream out his name. She still wasn't going to call him Euronymous but she would cheer for him. He found her in the audience and tried to keep an eye on her as they started to play. Y/n watched him get lost in his playing. It was almost majestic. Pelle's voice wasn't what she was expecting but it was hauntingly beautiful. She couldn't understand a word of it but she was enjoying the show.

They were about 50 minutes into the show when Pelle started bringing out what Y/n assumed were props but was quickly mistaken. He used a long dagger to slice down his arm from his elbow to his wrist, almost like he was blood letting his own demons out onto the crowd only making them more frantic. Y/n threw her hands over her mouth and Oystein's eyes went from Pelle slicing his wrists to the disturbed look on Y/n's face as it was happening. Pelle didn't do this at every show but he picked the one night that Y/n would be standing in the audience to tear through his skin and pour himself onto the crowd before chucking the severed pig head into the savage people below.

Y/n felt her whole body shaking and hot tears on her face that she couldn't fight back. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to help him. She wanted to call for help. She couldn't do anything. She stood frozen, afraid that id she moved she would collapse. When they finished the final note of their final song, she finally pulled her gaze away from Pelle's bloody mess and saw Oystein who was staring at her horrified.

#R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x Y/n #Film: Lords of Chaos #Alkaline #Alkaline series #One Shot Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #10/35

[allgremlinart]

haiiiiii friend can you explain jianzhu to me I keep seeing you post about them and I’m nosy and wanna know (<- stopped watching atla bc I realized zutara was never gonna be canon)

also jetko. can you explain jetko too (I’m thinking they’re more on the ghostbat spectrum where it’s like. intense friendship that left both emotionally scarred for the rest of their lives)

TEEHEE HEEHE HEE <- me when I get the opportunity to explain/infodump cross-fandom stuff to mutuals

ok so Jianzhu... ahhh Jianzhu... ((SPOILERS for anyone reading the Kyoshi novels))

This is Jianzhu and also like... probably one of maybe 4 canon images/art there is of him... he's not from the original cartoon he's from the Avatar Kyoshi spin-off novels that take place abt 400 yrs before the events of the show (idk how much you know abt atla lore from osmosis so this might get a little tedious? I'm just gonna explain as succinctly as possible.)

To be brief, he's a cunty old man. But unlike when I call, say, Minhkhoa a cunty old man it's not really loving ... its more like... I love to hate him. He's a REALLY good villain.

He's a politician. He made 500 people dig their own graves and then buried them alive. He beheaded his friend of like 20+ years. He drugs and kidnaps teenagers. etc. It's great.

His whole character arc is like... He's in control. You start off the book and he is very clearly in control, and he knows what he's doing, and he even sounds halfway reasonable sometimes but over the course of the novel he gets more and more desperate to grab hold of a situation that spirals wildly away from him and you get to watch it happen. His justifications for his actions get crazier, he gets sloppier and sloppier with his murders....

OH also you know how sometimes people think Bruce is some callous asshole who was only using his adoptive son who worshipped him as a weapon, and when he died he quickly sought to replace him without remorse ? Yeah he's like that but. Like actually this time. His dead adoptive son also then comes back after eating an eyeball in the spirit world (idk) and kills him by pressing a pebble through his sternum so. More successful than Jason at patricide I'd say. Look there's a lot I didn't cover, here's his wiki.

ok Jetko... ah... the ancient yaoi..

Important required reading before I explain this ship is this post. What you have to understand about Zuko is that for basically like... 40 episodes the only person he shares significant screen time with is his uncle so when him and Jet met in s2 and had a decent 3 episodes worth of interactions ... it was enough, lets just say that.

The basic Jetko timeline is they meet on a ferry while Zuko and his Uncle are disguised as refugees and they steal food together -> Jet tries to get Zuko (who he only ever knows as "Li") to join his emo band gang which Zuko refuses -> Jet sees Uncle Warcrimes heating his tea and correctly deduces that they are firebenders (ie not who they say they are; the enemy) -> Zuko and his Uncle work in a tea shop while Jet stalks them and steals things from their house and watches them from behind clotheslines (yeah) -> Jet confronts them in the teashop, sword fight, Jet gets arrested and brainwashed by the secret police (yeah) -> Jet dies under a lake which Zuko only finds out about a season later.

So they never had the 4 years of intense homoerotic cohabitation that ghostbat had,.. their chemistry and potential are pretty much instigated by a few of Jet's weird intense lines, such as "As soon as I saw your scar I knew exactly who you were - you're an outcast, like me." And the crux of the ship is like.. Jet both does and doesn't know who Zuko is.

He knows he is also angry and restless, like himself - he knows he is running from his past, like himself - and he knows he is going to Ba Sing Se to create a new identity. These things are all true, for both of them; what Jet doesn't know is that Zuko is from the imperialist nation that brutally murdered his parents and invaded his home and he incorrectly assumes that the anger he recognizes in Zuko stems from the same need to enact violence on those who have taken everything from him.

So I guess the "thought you were exactly like me but then I found out you're not which enrages and humiliates me so know I'm going to beat the shit out of you" thing from BTK no. 6 is something they share with ghostbat but.. Jet's anger is probably a little more justified than Minhkhoa's lol...

In conclusion it's your basic "doomed relationship/they work great together but that doesn't fix anything" ship premise. It used to be more popular back in the day... pretty sure I owe my life to maybe 3 different Taiwanese/Chinese doujin artists from 2009... yeah that's the gist of it.

#wow it is harder than I thought to explain atla lore without like. ACTUALLY explaining atla lore (because trust me that would take too long) #also I'm literally so tortured and enthralled by the end of that first sentence North. its so funny to me but I'm so lost. #how did u hear about z/tara ?? why was it the crux of your interest in the show ?? when was this ?? but also yeah like I've said before #that ship is queerbaiting for straight pairings sdshdsh so you weren't the only one #allgremlinasks #atla #jianzhu #jetko #north tag

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Sweet Music Playing In The Dark (Be Still, My Foolish Heart) [Part One]

I'm super excited about this "fic" and am so happy to finally start sharing it with you guys! It's really gonna be more of like... a "not-fic" and mostly me rambling on and on about this world I've got in my head.

Some things will probably be contradictory because i constantly think of new things and ways to do things as i ramble, but it's just a loosey goosey overview of the thing! That I'm posting cuz i hope you guys will enjoy it too!

It's all pretty much based on inspiration I've gotten from listening to Bring Me The Horizon so it's almost all gonna be their songs, if i get the links to post! And i hope you enjoy listening to the songs as well! I'll post the song that inspired each part on each part!

It's a friends to lovers au! There will be some Buckingham as well, because Chrissy and Robin are together and have a band together and are Eddie and Steve's besties! Steve is with Nancy at the beginning but there's really not gonna be much details about them aside from the breakup! Eddie also has a partner at the beginning (i haven't decided who yet shh shh shh shh), but there will also be a breakup. Or maybe I'll just have him not able to find the right person. We'll see what happens! But i hope y'all enjoy the ride with me!!!

{ Cute little bat banner is by @1-800-shedevil }

What if they know each other vaguely from robin and chrissy. They aren't close really, just see each other around. Passing in the studio sometimes. Or at events. They're each others besties friends. Besties in law maybe?They chat here and there.

And then covid happens. They're in lockdown. And chrissy and robin get tagged in some musical video challenge that's going around. So they do it, cuz they live together, and because they've been dying to see steve and eddie sing together, they tag them and pass it on. They have each others numbers because of chrissy and robin importance. So they'll both see it. And eddie sends steve a song name, some 80s song, he remembers them chatting about how they love 80s music at an event when they'd both run to hide in the bathroom to be away from the crowds for a bit. And steve text back,

"???" so eddie sends the post, and steve is like,

"oh!!! Oh my god yes let's do it!" So they do a little face time split video thing and its not a huge deal. Its goes a little crazy for a day or two and then calms. But then steve wakes up to robin calling him, and like 10 missed calls from her already. And he answers all groggy in the middle of the afternoon, lockdown, he can sleep when he wants damn it. And he's like,

"whats happened?" And she SHOUTS his name into the phone, he groans. But then she tells him to check Eddie's instagram, and then promptly hangs up on him. And he's like blinking himself awake still but he clicks it open and pulls up Eddie’s. It's actually the first thing that pops up on his feed cuz he really doesn't follow that many people... like... at all. He can see eddie, sitting on his bed, guitar in his lap and one of his little music machines next to him. Steve clicks it and feels himself blushing because of what Eddie's saying.

Basically, he starts of with,

"okay so normally i wouldn't comment or respond to like... assholes in the notes and comments but, I'm locked in my apartment and haven't talked to anyone face to face in like a fucking month an half and am just scrolling through all these stupid fucking comments so lets break this down." He shakes his hair out of his face, it's even longer than normal, his bangs are falling into his eyes. He settles back in, leans closer over his guitar, pointing into the camera.

"All you assholes. Calling Steve's music like... bland pop whatever blah blah blah. Have you listened to his stuff??? Cuz like, not to get TOO into it. Just... oh fucks sake hang on." He leans off the bed, making a weird strangled noise as he stretches. He manages to get hold of a hair band and shoved his hair up into a severely messy bun. Pushing his bangs to the sides he settles back in with his guitar and plays a bit of one of Steve's songs.

Steve feels his face getting hotter and hotter. He's still with nancy. But she's locked down at her own place and it's not even attraction making him blush. It's the fact that eddie munson, heavy metal rockstar man, is playing one of his songs, peice by peice, and laying down some serious music theory on his fans.

He plays it bit by bit until a small section of the song is playing out over his little recorder. And its acoustic and not electric like the actual song. But all the parts are there, and it sounds good. Steve can't stop watching. Barely blinking. Eddie stops playing and looks back into the camera, eyes a little wild, he's really been going at it for awhile. And he's like,

"steve might be, technically, a popstar, which, isn't really even THAT true. He jumps genres just like we do, but thats not the point. The point is, there are so many fucking... the fucking layers??? The goddamn depth of the composition of these songs he's making? He's a musical genius okay? Like... his songs are bonkers when you break them down okay?? So of i see one more of you cunts come into my comments and tell me to stop associating with popstars, which is a whole fucking OTHER topic im choosing to ignore. Dont fuckin tell me who to associate with you pretentious fucks. Anyway. Dont fuckin talk about his music until you fucking LISTEN to his music. The skill and precision it takes to make music like this? And in all the genres he ventures into, the skill level stays. Like...." eddie makes a wild flourishing motion.

"This dudes fuckin nuts okay? He's got fucking bars. He's got fucking talent. And he's my fuckin friend. So shut the fuck up. Mind your own business. Or get with the fucking program and go fucking listen to his shit. Fuck. Got me all fuckin heated now. Bunch'a dumbasses." He shakes his head. Clicks the music play back off, and sets his guitar down next to him. He pushes his bangs up off his head, breathes out a deep breath and rolls his eyes.

"Just... be nice. Or stay out of my comments. He's a friend. He's a fucking hard worker. And i dont take kindly to people calling themselves my "fans", he does the air quotes,

"and then showing up and shitting on steve just cuz he doesn't sing metal." Eddie lets his eyes move away, and then back, and then he smirks, reaches for the camera and says

"Not yet, anyway." He winks, and the video goes black.

Steve is so fucking flattered he has no words. And it only gets worse when he scrolls and sees chrissy and robin cheering eddie on. But THEN he sees Jeff, Andy, and Gareth in the comments too, saying stuff as well. Jeff leaves a trail of fire emojis and then says,

"yes!!! We use Steve's stuff at warm ups alllll the time!!! His shit will rock your world!"

And steve is just, so fucking flattered. He likes the post and tries to think of a way to respond. He thanks eddie in the comments. After checking his own and seeing some of HIS fans saying similar stuff about eddie and his band.

So he comments and doubles down,tell HIS fans he feels the same. He doesn't tolerate hate toward his friends. And then, he grabs the box from under his bed. Pulls out his stack of Corroded Coffin ticket stubs. He's been to.... several shows. Like a lot. Not always front row. He and robin love lawn seats. So they hang back there, and party with the kids and make a good space for themselves, dustin had started a lawn mosh three or four times. But he just makes a video, says,

"its come to my attention some of you think i couldn't possibly be a fan of Corroded Coffin. And i just woke up like an hour ago and im not generally good with words so im not gonna say anything. I'm just gonna do this." He holds up the stubs, all stacked together at first, and then he slides his thumb and the stubs fan out, he's got like... 15 to 25 of them.

He smiles. Fans himself a bit with them, holds them closer to the camera so people can see they're actually Corroded Coffin tickets and then pulls them back. He gives a little toothy smile and a peace sign and then turns the camera off. He goes to take a shower and comes back to a comment from eddie under his video thats just,

"YOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! FUCKIN WHAT!?!? OUR BIGGEST FAN YOU SAY?? 🤣😈🔥🔥🔥💋💋💋"

Cuz he's an emoji slut and had been up for... over 24 hours making that video and just losing his shit a little. But then he also gets a personal text from Eddie and he's like,

"holy shit. Have you really been to that many of our shows?" And steve is like,

"yup. More actually. Ive seen you a few times at festivals from backstage too" and they get to chatting.

Steve tells eddie about dustin starting the lawn moshing and eddie loses his shit again cuz that was so cool to him and the guys, that the lawn had been moshing like the pit. And thats how they start really talking and becoming actually friends and not just semi sort of adjacent friends. Robin and Chrissy add them both to the same group chat and it just blossoms from there.

They dont really post anymore videos, alone or together. But then, after lockdown, a music award show comes to them both and asks if they'd wanna perform a song together as a suprise for the show. And Steve's kind of hesitant. Cuz he doesn't know if he can pull off a Corroded Coffin song. But eddie just claps him on the back and is like,

"dont worry. We're gonna play one of yours" and steves like,

"shouldn't we talk about it a little?" And the band boys chime in that they've been DYING to perform one of his songs. And steve is just so flattered. But he's also like,

"i dont... know. How's my song work with you guys and your style? Im not exactly a heavy metal guru." Eddie smirks at the word, throws his arm over Steve's shoulder and says,

"oh steve. Lemme open your eyes. Lemme show you what you can really do." He widens his eyes cheekily and he and the boys take him to their studio to show him what they have in mind.

When they perform, it starts with just steve alone with his guitar, the stage behind him dark. He gets through the beginning and then the band kicks in with their heavy style and the crowd 'ooohs'. Steve finishes the first verse and then the lights come up, the band goes harder and Eddie comes out from behind Gareth and starts playing his guitar, walks up to the second mic and starts singing and everyone goes CRAZY.

Steve matches Eddie's energy for the whole performance. Eddie jumping and playing and sliding to his knees when he's not singing. Steve jumping to the beat and playing when its Eddie's time to sing. Both of them leaning in close to one mic to sing and play their guitars in unison a few time. The crowd screaming making them both smile.

The crowd screams loud again when Steve leans against Eddie's back as they play, head falling back to lay on his shoulder. And then Eddie is hard core screaming the end of the song. Steve bouncing on his toes as he plays the final notes and the light fall and the stage goes black.

The comments on the videos online are almost all about how GOOD it sounds. And how well their voice go together. And a ton of Corroded Coffin fans being like,

"look at the little popstar man go!!! He's a little rocker at heart!" Cuz steve had been jumping around, keeping up with eddie as he played his guitar and yelled into the mic with him. And Steve's fans are like,

"holy shit! I haven't seen him look that happy on stage in ages!! He's a rockstar!!!" Everyone coming together and agreeing that rock agrees with steve! Even if he doesn't go their on his own in the future, they're glad he's friends with eddie and can venture there if he wants too, when he wants too. Because eddie is always happy to have him. They hug super tight at the end, eddie grabbing Steve's hand and holding it over their head as he screams,

"make some fucking NOISE!! FOR STEVE. FUCKING. HARRINGTON!" and the crowd fucking loses it as they smile and walk off, Eddie's arm draped over Steve's neck, both of them sweaty and hot and beaming.

#Sweet music playing in the dark #sweet music part 1 #steddie #steddie au #rockstar!eddie munson #popstar!steve harrington #friends to lovers #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie ficlet #my writing #mine #my fic #steddie fic #Spotify

[acesofspadess]

Home Grown

a/n: heheheeh

summary: back home can mean one thing...

Landing at 9 in morning in Dublin gave you enough time to get through the airport with minimal fan encounters.  Because you were only staying for the day you hadn’t booked a hotel, only having a carry on shared for both of you and a personal item. Atticus, who had flown in a few days earlier and was very excited to see his best friend, offered to pick you both up and take you where you needed to go. “Bestie?!” he shouted when you walked out of the airport. You ran up to him and hugged him tumbling to the ground. Niall was filming the whole thing and laughed when you both got up still hugging each other. “Are you ready?” 

“Fuck no.”

maiaquinn

maiaquinn See you soon Slane 🇮🇪

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naiastan SLANE!!!!!!!!

niallleerrrrrr is Niall with you???

missquinn_maia I KNEW IT

As you arrived to Slane Castle you froze. “What the fuck am I doing?” you whispered from the back seat of Atticus’ car. You let Niall sit in the front as his legs were longer. “About to perform for one of the biggest crowds in the world.” Atticus shrugged off and you hit his shoulder. “Okay lets not got hurt right now. We’re driving.” Niall grabbed your hand before you could throw another punch at Atticus, who was ducking from you while finding the closest parking spot.

You stepped out of the car for the first time since the airport (only 30 min) and groaned, stretching before you were jumping up and down and skipping all over the parking lot. “I'm home!” you sang and Niall looked at you with so much love. He was surprised he hadn’t slipped up and told you yet. 

“Are you gonna tell her?” Atticus asked not taking his eyes off you who had just laid in the middle of the road. He looked at him questioningly. “Tell her you love her.”  Atticus further described turning to him. Niall turned back to you only to see you with a puzzled expression looking at your phone.

“Hey what happened.” he pushed off the car atticus on his tail. “She finally twisted the story, right after my post. That-” but Niall kissed you before you could say anything you might regret. You melted into his arms as he carefully massaged your scalp through your mane of curly hair. “Post it.” he whispered and you immediately looked at him. “YOU want me to post it.” he nodded and Atticus hummed his agreement, “If you won’t I will.” you nodded at him giving the approval to do so while you got your guitar out of the car. “Don’t let it ruin your day love.” Niall whispered. You looked up at him and sighed. “I know.” he kissed you lips effectively taking the pout off them.

The band pulled up around 10 minutes later as it took them longer in the airport with their instruments. “Hey guys! You ready for this?” they all cheered as they gave you hugs. “Thank you guys so much for letting me steal you. I really appreciate it.” they all shrugged you off with different forms of ‘of course!’. You all walked the short distance to the backstage area where they were waiting.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” he smirked as you and Niall walked up to him ahead of everyone. “You know I prefer dogs H.” he laughed and you hugged him. “Hey mate.” Niall and Harry hugged and both boys hands caught you as you pretended to faint. “My 9 year old self is screaming, actually no- thats just me.” you joked making the two boys laugh. “Funny one you got there Nialler.” Harry pointed out and Nial scoffed, “so she would like to think.” you pouted and he laughed, “you know its just banter.” he kissed you, “i know, i just wanted a kiss.” you shrugged pushing past Harry to go say hi to the rest of the band like you weren’t just freaking about meeting everyone.

During soundcheck you and the band went over some of your own songs as well as some you sang on The Voice just in case you wanted to switch it up. “You guys are amazing. I love you” you cried to the band as they nailed everything. You would be the last opener and because of that Harry and the Love band were sitting around the stage watching your half-arsed performance.

“I promise I will sound a lot better later.” you joked into the mic and they all laughed. “You might put Harry out of job tonight.” Ariza joked and you laughed before running around the stage as Harry tried to chase you. “You can’t take my job.” he dropped in the middle of the stage and you laughed running back to him. “There, there, Mr. just Harry.” you patted his fluffy hair, before he was grabbing your legs making you laugh before you hopped on his back “We all know the person these people look up to is Niall.” and as if on cue his famous laughter rang through the stage. “Speak of the leprechaun and he shall appear.” Harry giggled. “I see she’s got you wrapped around her finger.” Niall joked, shaking his head at you. “I mean it Niall. If you hurt her…'' he trailed off, and that was the only time you had ever even thought of Harry looking scary. “Scouts honour.” He took a pic of you and Harry and in the time you two were goofing around the instruments had been changed and everyone was in their respective spots. 

“Can I stay and watch.” They all agreed without hesitation and it was a very fun soundcheck. You switched back and forth from mimicking piano, to guitar, to the drums. You even did the cinema horns. “Do you know how to play all these?” Pauli asked from his set up and you nodded with a big smile. “Play the drums!” he asked and you looked to Sarah who nodded with a shrug. “Alright then, H can we do ‘Daylight’?” and they looked at you. “What? Is tonights song Stockholm?” you asked innocently still wondering why they were all looking at you like that.

“That song is all drums.” You heard Elin say shocked. You shrugged, “I guess?” Harry shrugged and when he gave you all a thumbs up you started playing. You played through the whole song with everyone staring at you. You sang Sarah's lines as well, and everyone was amazed, not that you knew as your eyes were closed.

“Fucking hell, Maia.” Harry cursed into the mic as gently paced Sarah’s sticks on her stool and walked off the stand. “That was fun.”

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You were shitting yourself as the band went on to set themselves up. “Hey, you know what your doing. You have no reason to be nervous.” Niall whispered into your ear as he hugged you. His hugs were grounding and you wished you could perform like this. “This is 80 thousand people Niall. 80!” you wanted to throw up at the thought. “You sang on my live infront of 50.” he pointed out. “No it was one, you.” You shot back and he grimaced knowing you were technically right… you had only seen him.

“It doesn't matter, just be yourself. Harry wouldn’t have put you on if he thought you weren’t ready. Everyone believes in you. Do you believe in yourself?”

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You walked on stage while messing with your in ears. The band had walked on with you again and that calmed you down. “Hello Slane!” you shouted into the mic and you heard the audience cheer. “Im Maia Quinn.” again more cheers. “Okay so some of you do know me.” you chuckled nervously, “I’ve never done anything of this magnitude before, and im shitting myself because of that.” you heard the roar of laughter and we’re glad this wasn’t a complete fail. “Before I sing some songs for you guys I want to thank the ‘Lemons’ as I stole them.” They laughed at you as you blew them a kiss, “And I want to thank Harry for giving me this opportunity.” Everyone screamed as you saw Harry in his tracksuit wave at you from side stage. He was closer as he wanted to watch your performance and have enough time to get changed. “Im gonna play some of my own songs, and some you may know. So if you know the words sing ‘em with me.”

You sang two of your ballads, and when you sang your more up beat one they sang it with you and smiled as they took over the chorus

I can feel it coming miles away

Feel the rhythm and how it’s calling your name

And you know it, every note that you read

I can feel it on every inch of my skin

In my blood, running , I’d like it facing the wind

And you know it, every note that you read

“Wow i wasn’t sure you guys would know that one.” you laughed, you saw someone hold a sign up and you read it, “Hi whats your name? Ezra? Nice to meet you Ezra. You want me to sing ‘Wicked Game’?” you clarified and some people screamed in agreement. You were glad you soundcheck some songs, “Give me two seconds.” you told him and you jogged to the band and they all agreed. 

You then turned to Harry and held a thumbs up. He wanted to hear this live more than anyone. You held a thumbs up and they started playing and those who knew cheered.

The audience clapped along with the music and you could only imagine what they looked like behind your closed eye

What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way

Niall wished your eyes were open so you could see how he looked at you

What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you

The audience cheered as you added a bit of rasp and edge

And I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)

No, I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)

With you

No, I 

As you held onto your note you used all you could to power through all 10 seconds of the song for the note that blew everyone away

Nobody 

Your eyes softly as you looked at the crowd before your eyes closed again as you finished the song

loves no one

Everyone cheered and you saw Harry jumping up and down as you looked at him and he whistled before clapping again. “It's been donkey’s years since I last sang that.” you laughed and took a sip of water while walking to pick up your acoustic. “Now every single one of you should know this next song, if you don’t,” you paused, “someone will be very sad.”

It was just you and your guitar for this one. You started to finger pick the strings and they cheered as they heard the familiar tune.

Waking up to kiss you and nobody’s there

The smell of your perfume still stuck in the air

It’s hard

Yesterday I thought I saw your shadow running round

It’s funny how things never change in this old town

So far from the stars

You barely sang as the crowd of 80 thousand sounded like a speaker.  “The next song I'm gonna play I've seen circulating around twitter with some videos of you guys coming up with your own verses. Its crazy how its been so many years since I released this.” Those who knew what you were on about started screaming and you laughed. “This is ‘Nonsense’.”

This song catchier than chicken pox is

As you heard them shout it to you you held the mic towards them

I bet your house is where my other sock is

Woke up this morning thought I'd write a pop hit

How quickly can you take your clothes off? Pop quiz

There's 80 thousand people at this concert

You the twist the story now I've got the last word

Please don't test me your just gonna get hurt

Thank you Slane, I hope I did you justice

One more song, then Harry’ll be out on stage I promise 

You laughed as they booed. “Harry’s not gonna like that.” you looked in his direction and he shook his head with a laugh. “He said i can take over!” they all cheered and you quickly brought them back down, “no sorry, only joking.” you held your hand up apologetically. 

“Alright loves, this is the last song and then you guys will see who you paid for. But if you know anything about me it’s probably my cover of this song.” they all cheered as you sat down on the stage floor, bringing the guitar mic with you so you had something to sing into. “This is Still.” you took out one of your in-ears to hear the sound of the guitar better.

My mind is complicated

Find it hard to rearrange it

But I'll have to find a way somehow

Overreacting lately

Find it hard to say I'm sorry

But I'll make it up to you somehow

I just don't know why

Stars won't shine at night

You around seeing some people with tears already falling

Tell me you want it

A thousand miles away from the day that we started

But I'm standing here with you, just trying to be honest

If honesty means telling you the truth

Well, I'm still in love with you

Did I miscalculate this?

Let's just go back to basics

Forget about what's come and gone

'Cause I hate to see us like this

Breaking up on nights just like this

We should be shooting for them stars of gold

It crazy playing this song again

So tell me you want it

A thousand miles away from the day that we started

But I'm standing here with you, just trying to be honest

If honesty means telling you the truth

Then I guess we lost our focus

And it's killing me that we could go to war like this

But I'm standing here with you, just trying to be honest

If honesty means telling you the truth

Well, I'm still in love with you

Oh, we'll be alright

Oh, it'll be alright

Oh, we'll be alright

Oh, it'll be alright

“Sing it!”

So tell me you want it

A thousand miles away from the day that we started

But I'm standing here with you, just trying to be honest

If honesty means telling you the truth

I guess we lost our focus

And it's killing me that we could go to war like this

But I'm standing here with you, just trying to be honest

If honesty means telling you the truth

Well, I'm still in love with you

They all screamed as you stood up and bowed. You moved the mic stand back to its respectful place, guitar swung around to your back as you blew kisses to them while saying thank you. You waved until you were in the dark and ran off to go find Niall. 

“Ni?!” you yelled around all the trailers. When you opened the door to your trailer you saw him in the middle of the room on one knee. “Niall Horan what the fuck are you doing?” you whisper-shouted. He laughed and shook his head. “Telling you, I love you.” you dropped to the floor next to him and placed the guitar down. “Then why are you on your knees?” you questioned putting his face in your hands. “Because I do have a ring for you.” he said, pulling out two blue boxes. 

“Niall Horan.” you repeated in shock again. “I liked both, and knew you would too, so I bought both.” He giggled still through tears. “This one is a knot, because im tied to you, always will be.” He said placing it on your right pointer finger, “and this one- its the Tiffany T but it looked like an H so of course I bought it.” You laughed as he placed it on your left middle finger, right next to his gold and green one. “Now I have three promises to you, to love you,” he kissed his ring, “to be yours forever,” he kissed the ‘H’ ring, “and to forever be with you, through thick and thickest.” He finished off by kissing the knot ring. 

When he released your hands you ran your hands over his cheeks. “God, I love you so much. I feel like a shithole because you gave me all of this and- when even did you get these?” you laughed knowing he’d been with you all day. “In New York. when you went to take a nap I left.” he laughed as you shoved his shoulder.

“I love you so much Niall Horan.”

“I love you Maia Quinn, always.”

#nialler #cute niall #niall horan x reader #niall horan fluff #niall horan fanfiction #niall horan #niall horan smut #niall fanfic #niall one shot #one direction #solo niall #niall 1d #niall james horan #niall horan fic #niall the show #niall horan x y/n #niall imagine #niall horan x you #the show 2024

[invisibleraven]

There was Only One Bed for any OT3?

"Why did I agree to this again?" Alex asked as Reggie's truck pulled into the campground.

"Because you love us?" Willie replied.

"Because you picked paint ball last time, and bruised me so hard that Tia thought I got into a fight," Reggie added. "So you owe me, and it was my turn to pick."

"But camping?" Alex whined.

"It's hardly camping," Willie retorted. "We're in a cabin, with running water and power, not in a tent on the ground."

"I know you're like, allergic to the great wide wilderness, but suck it up and enjoy being off the grid for a hot second," Reggie said, opening up the door to the cabin.

Alex grumbled but entered the space, pleasantly surprised to see a clean little space, with a real fireplace, a stocked bookshelf, a pile of board games, and a modern looking kitchen. "Okay, fine, I can live with this for a few days."

"Cool, I'm gonna go get some firewood," Reggie said. "Wils, you wanna start on food? Lexie, you go unpack."

Willie gave a salute and Alex dragged the bags back, opening one door to find a fairly nice bathroom-thank goodness for that, because he drew the line at peeing outside. But there was only one other door, and sure enough when he opened it, there lay only one (admittedly huge) bed.

"Just. Great."

Look, being in a band, Alex was used to sharing a bunk. Or the back of a van, or a few blankets on the floor of a club, if it came to it. So he knew beggars couldn't be choosers. But he also tried to avoid sharing a bed with Reggie and Willie, two of the cuddliest motherfuckers there were who also happened to be the subjects of his nighttime fantasies.

It wasn't his fault his friends were hot okay?

Alex glanced back to the living room and wondered how much the couch would murder his back, and sighed before resigning himself to a few uncomfortable nights, and started putting away their stuff.

He came back out to the main room, but instead of finding Willie making food, he was standing looking out the window, completely enraptured. And no wonder, since when Alex went to see what was so fascinating, he got an eyeful of Reggie, chopping wood.

In his black tank, flannel tied around his waist, looking like the yummiest lumberjack there was.

"Fuck me," Alex breathed out.

"Oh I wish he would," Willie sighed, then snickered. "Come on, we got enough eye candy, let's make something to eat."

They made a simple salad and some sandwiches, but Willie also pulled out a coconut cream pie for dessert-Alex's favourite. Reggie soon came in and started the fire going, the three of them eating in front of it before starting a rambunctious game of Scrabble.

"Quilty isn't a word!" Reggie protested as Willie earned another triple word score.

"Sure it is," Willie replied.

"Use it in a sentence then," Alex retorted.

"I'm feeling positively quilty," Willie said, sticking his tongue out. "Get a dictionary if you want."

"Eh, I'm too lazy for that," Reggie said around a yawn. He looked to the dwindling embers of the fire. "Bedtime?"

They all agreed, getting ready, but Alex stood in the doorway, rubbing his socked foot into the floor as he watched Reggie and Willie take the bed. "I can stay on the couch if you two want..."

"Nonsense Lexi, plenty of room, come on," Reggie urged, patting the open space next to him.

Alex cautiously slipped into the bed, gulping as Reggie snuggled into his side, and Willie spooned his other side, the two of them drifting off almost instantly.

Alex was sure he wasn't going to sleep, too wound up by being surrounded by his crushes, but eventually their soft breathing lulled him into slumber.

It ended up being a pretty good night's sleep, thankfully without embarrassing incidents popping up in the night.

But Alex swore he was going to kill whichever one of them left the window open a crack when he discovered the giant spider crawling across the bathroom floor when he went to brush his teeth.

"Hey at least it wasn't a possum or something," Willie rationalized.

"Yeah, then you two would be trying to make it your pet," Alex grumbled as Reggie swept the spider back outside.

"We would... totally do that yeah," Reggie admitted.

Alex sighed. "And this is the real reason I came, so you two don't end up with rabies."

"I mean that's not the main reason," Willie replied. "But it was a contributing factor."

"What was the main reason then?" Alex asked, watching as the other two exchanged glances.

The answer involved the bed, the three of them, and an afternoon that was a lot more exciting then a game of Scrabble. But in the end, Alex felt positively quilty.

And he definitely had a better appreciation of camping-but he was making sure the window was closed before they went to bed that night, lest a possum actually get in.

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

[talesofsonicasura]

Insomnia was being a bitch last night and kept me up. So here's an idea for a self insert that those in the Creepypasta's Sonic Exe section would like.

Self Insert where Reader is transported into a different series, knowledge may vary, and stuck in the Sonic form of Fatal Error.

This fucker right here! Tetrabrachial sadistic computer virus who wears the body of Sonic 3's blue blur and made his debut in Friday Night Funkin.

Yup. Poor Reader is gonna be stuck looking like a 7 ft twisted hedgehog monster with the voice of a S.A.M generator. They hate it especially when the issue lands them in other people's radar. And Reader is gonna be a snarky bitch about it.

This is a free prompt so anyone can try their own take. Here's some of my ideas.

Fatal Error of Cybertronian Proportions

Yup. Kicking things off with Transformers specifically Prime as I need to rewatch Bayverse.

Fatal Error!Reader manifest in Memorial High School's computer classroom at the dead of night. A shared fright with the school janitor leads to an accidental county wide internet crash. This includes two particular Cybertronian bases nearby.

Autobots and Decepticons look into the source of the crash. Knockout beats the Autobot opposition to the punch in finding the cause. Unfortunately for him, Reader shares how lethal a sentient computer virus can be and crashes his system(don't worry he recovers). A wild goose chase ensues as both sides try to catch Reader.

This continues until an encounter with Optimus Prime goes wrong. An attempt to crash his systems is to met with resistance by the Matrix of Leadership. It results in Reader and Optimus being tethered to their respective core. Neither can be too far from the other unless they wish to get snap back together like a rubber band. Or if one dies so will the other.

Now Team Prime has to break the data bond while the Decepticons continue to hunt down Reader. Oh and their four armed companion is a complete snarky smartass about the whole thing. Good luck with being their guardian Optimus.

Ratchet: Why are you always smiling? It looks haunting.

Fatal Error!Reader: Similar to your metallic ass with that control console, my face's stuck. Now let me sleep ye giant bucket of bitchy bolts.

Optimus: Please behave the both of you.

Fatal Error!Reader: Tell that to the bucket headed yandere with a stalking kink. Your former friend clearly escape the funny farm and needs to take his Xanax.

Optimus: *google searches the medicine and strange term* I am very concerned about your opinion of Megatron.

Impossible Curse Statistics

For this scenario, we're diving into the realm of Jujutsu Kaisen specifically five years before the show's events.

Fatal Error!Reader manifests inside Yuji's home through the power lines. The ten year child is accidentally spooked by the hedgehog like virus at first. Well, until Yuji sees how concerned the 'scary oni' is about his living conditions.

Fatal Error!Reader: Um...where are your parents??? Folks usually come down swinging with a bat by now if their kids in danger.

Yuji: My parents passed away some time ago and Oji-san is hospitalized.

Fatal Error!Reader: ... seriously? That's not only depressing but very morally questionable on why someone would leave a child all alone. Okay kid, guess I'm your caretaker now.

Yuji is taken in and raised by hedgehog shaped virus. His fate changing as Reader bound themselves to him through a pseudo Binding Contract. They protect each other whether it be malicious hackers to dangerous curses.

Life has been good until a certain cursed finger comes into play. Now Reader has to defend Yuji from evil trying to bring the King of Curses back to his full power. At the same time, dodge a weakened Sukuna who has too much interest in the virus and the Jujutsu Sorcerers who want to ensare both.

Neither members of this strange found family are gonna take this lying down. There's a reason why you don't mess with a virus. One wrong is enough for a fatal error to occur. And Reader will be happy to teach that lesson personally.

Glitch In The Relics

We're diving into the world of Knack for this last one.

Fatal Error!Reader emerges from within one of Viktor's security robots during his issued challenge against the relic bound golem. Their appearance causes panic amongst the many attendants except for our main characters. Reader's obliviousness and absolute confusion of their surroundings is enough to have Doctor Vargas protect them.

To prove they aren't a threat, the virus reluctantly joins the expedition. A kinship forms between Reader and Knack about being 'monsters'. Can't forget their habit of accidentally breaking stuff. Well crash in the former's case.

Fatal Error!Reader: *stares at Ryder's unresponsive car* Oops.

Ryder: At least it wasn't my plane.

Knack: *slips and accidentally leaves a large gash on said plane*

Fatal Error!Reader: Congratulations, you just jinxed yourself.

Other than the shared mishaps, both learn and grow as a simple expedition evolves into a grand adventure. A snarky virus once human become comfortable about their strange predicament. Meanwhile Knack gains self confidence about himself alongside Reader and co.

Sometimes all you need is a friend to help find your place in the world. For a certain virus and relic golem, that's the way they like it. Even if a lot of stuff gets smashed in the progress.

That's it for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you later. Before I go, enjoy this song I been listening to.

#sonicasura #tales of sonicasura #maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #transformers series #tfp #transformers x reader #knack #ps4 knack #knack ps4 #Youtube #knack x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #sorcery fight #jujutsu kaisen x reader #reader insert #reader #self insert #fatal error #fatal error!reader #fatal error exe #sonic exe #long post

[beyondxmeasure]

Beaches, boardwalks and other summer vibes...

Near You Now

8K | Explicit | Larry | Strangers to Lovers | Online Dating | PWP | Grindr AU

When a leaky bathroom sink turns into a minor flood, Harry has to act fast. So, he thinks of the closest (and most unlikely) way to find home repair help… Grindr. The last thing he expects from this quick fix is to find anything long-term.

Climbing the Swells

6K | Explicit | Larry | Enemies to Lovers | Surfer AU | Smut

One surfer out of his depth makes a bold move and an unwelcome entrance amongst some territorial locals. After things go terribly wrong, another surfer reluctantly takes mercy on him, offering some first-aid and unexpected hospitality aboard his nearby Airstream. A couple dimples and a few wayward curls go a long way to soften one surly local, and what started out a rough morning becomes a very sunny spot to the day.

Or… The one where a clumsy Harry and a stubborn Louis reconcile their grievances on the beach, with a heartfelt apology from Louis on his knees without saying a word.

I Know You Rider (Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone)

9K | Teen+ | Larry | Strangers to Lovers | 1990s AU | Single-Rider Line AU

Waiting in line at the Big Dipper, one angsty skater punk gets paired with a chilled out hippy boy, by way of a single-rider line. Together they ride one of Cypress Gardens’ oldest wooden roller coasters. Will this easy-going stranger in tie-dye make Louis forget his fear of heights, or turn their rickety ramble into a nightmare on steel wheels? Either way, it will be a ride Louis won’t soon forget.

Or… The one where Louis hates hippies and roller coasters and Harry tries to fix that with lots of fun facts, terrible puns and perhaps one very life-changing moment in a dark tunnel.

🍋 Part 2 is coming soon...ish! [*insert Louis 'soon means soon' GIF here…* 🤷😅]

I Gave Up Hope and Found You Instead

14K | Teen+ | Larry | Strangers to Lovers | Pirates AU | Fisherman Louis | Fluff/Angst/Hurt/Comfort

The entire village warned him not to go. Still, the peculiar boy from Eroda set sail on an odd-numbered day and, without knowing it, headed straight into the OFMD universe. While being held captive aboard the pirate ship Revenge, the boy meets a fisherman named Louis.

Tasked by the captain to teach the reluctant boy to fish, Louis struggles to hide his frustration and hold his tongue. As difficult as it was to deal with this clumsy stranger, the skilled fisherman had worse assignments and more unpleasant partners, but none of them with a smile as bright as this peculiar boy had. A moment of unexpected distress catches them off guard, and both soon find out it’s much easier to catch feelings than fish.

Freedom Always Comes With a Price

101K | Explicit | Larry | Lovers to Friends to Lovers | Memory Loss | Non-Linear Narrative | Angst, Fluff & Smut

A shared dream brings them together onto the X-factor stage, but one decision changes Harry and Louis’ lives overnight. Thrust into a world of instant stardom, they’re forced to live a lie to sustain their dreams, but years of living in the shadows and under strict management take its toll.

With the band’s impending hiatus, there’s no better time for change, so they think.

Desperate for a solution, they turn to an unlikely source with a radical plan. An unfortunate accident sets everything in motion, but not how they intended. Leaving Louis’ memories altered, Harry broken-hearted and full of regret.

Can Harry figure out a way to fix everything? Will he even want to once he sees how Louis moved on after the hiatus? Will Louis ever find out the truth of their past, and can he forgive Harry after all this time?

In the end, two friends find out that memories are elusive, trust is everything, and love is the only antidote.

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#cyantific summer fics #1d summer fics #summer fic rec #cyantific fics

[aliasimagines]

First, let me just say that I'm completely in love with your writing and that my heart and mind only think of two things: Mary and your of headcanons Werewolf!Mary

Due to this constant idea in my head, may I request a piece where Mary Goore meets the reader when he was still young, and they live a 'teens' love? And then, for some reason, reader needs to move or something and just comes back years later, when Mary is changed? (I love an angst with lovesick characters, seeing Mary like that just makes me want to hug him and I would be very pleasent on doing it)

Thank you a lot for writing so many things for us!

Hi, lovely. Thank you so much for the request and your kind words, you're way too nice. I am not sure if you wanted Mary too be werewolf in this or not, so i wrote him normally. But let me know if you you wanted it differently and i can go back and change it. Hope you enjoy reading and have a great day✨

word count:1257

warnings: way too many time skips because I'm lazy, some cursing and angst

Seeing Mary for the first time was like a movie scene. There were sparks flying everywhere and you just knew you had to get to know him. You seemed to catch his attention too and it wasn’t long before you two started dating.

He was so young, you both were. Young, stupid and reckless. And so in love. 

The two of you did everything together. Mary dragged you to the grimiest bars to see bands you never even heard about. You showed him a type of kindness and love he never experienced before. You completed each other

Both of you thought that you would.be together forever. But life is not a fairytale and when you found out you had to move away you were devastated. 

It was late by the time Mary’s band finished with practice and he promised to walk you home afterwards. You sat through the whole practice in the tiny garage of his friend's house, but you were far too distracted to pay attention to them. You don’t  know how to break it to him. 

 You look over at him. He is rambling about a new song, his eyes sparkling with excitement, his gorgeous features illuminated by the street lamps and his soft hair being caressed by the gentle wind.

You choke back your tears.

“Mary-”

“-telling you now, that songs gonna-”

“Mary.”

“-Yeah? Heyy, what’s up?” he asks, concerned after seeing your expression. 

“I- I have to move.”

“Move? Well, you know my place is a shithole and I share it with the guys, but.. I don’t know, we could save up and find a little place for ourselves…That would be sick actually.” he smiles at the thought but you shake your head, now crying.

“No, Mare, I have to move. My grandma is sick and we have to move there to take care of her.”

Mary is speechless.

“Is.. where?”

“((a/n: i’m not gonna say a specific place but imagine it's about a 5-7 hours flight away.))”

“Fuck..” he kicks the pavement. “When are you leaving?”

“Next week.”

“I’m coming with you.” 

“You can’t. Mary your whole life is here, your friends, your band-”

“You are my whole life, god damn it!” he yells, making you jump. “I’m sorry.”

He runs his fingers through his hair and pulls you into a hug.

“We can figure something out.”

“We should.. we should break up.” you choke out, pulling away from Mray so you can look at his face,  not believing you just said that.

“What the fuck are you talking about? We can- fuck there must be something we can do.”

You shake your head again, “It’s not gonna work and.. and I want you to be happy so-”

“So you are breaking up with me? How's that gonna make me happy? Baby, I know that is not what you want-”

You take a deep breath.

“It is. I love you, Mare, so much but.. It will be easier if we break up.”

“That’s stupid.” he takes your hand in his.”Please don’t do this, okay? I will fly out to you, we can talk, I- I need you y/n.” his voice breaks. You reach up to pull his face closer and kiss him.

You can taste the cigarette on his lips and your salty tears. You kiss him, pouring all your emotions into the kiss. You kiss him like it is the last time before running away leaving Mary alone on the street.

 a week later, at the airport

"Y/n!" 

You don't stop, maybe they are not calling for you or it's just your imagination playing tricks on you.

"Y/N! Wait!" 

You spin around seeing Mary rushing towards you. You gasp. 

 "Mary…" you feel like crying, but you bite your lip and wait for him to catch up to you. 

 His face is red from running, his messy hair is everywhere and he's panting. "I..-"

He grabs your arm , trying to figure out what to say. He looks so lost. Panicked. You have never seen him like this.

 "I don't want you to go." he sounds so desperate, his hand grasping the sleeve of your coat. 

 You're way past trying to stop your tears from falling. You gently brush his hand from your sleeve. 

 You want nothing more than to wrap him in your arms but you know if you do you wouldn't be able to leave. And you have to.

 "I love you.." 

There is a loud robotic voice announcing that your flight’s departing soon. 

You tear your gaze away from his and walk away once more, silently crying. Leaving him all alone again. 

Mary just stands there, staring after you. He doesn’t move for god knows how long. He doesn’t care about how loud he is sobbing and he doesn’t even acknowledge that people are starting. He feels like someone just tore his heart out of his chest.

8 years later

You moved back a few months ago. Got a small apartment and a job. You slowly started to reconnect with old friends. But there was one person you didn’t dare to get in contact with... Of course it was Mary.

Seeing him for the first time after years was like a punch in the face that made you see stars. Like a kick in the stomach that awakened the old butterflies from their deep slumber. It’s like the stitches holding your heart together finally snapped, causing all those past wounds to bleed again.

You are confused as you feel all these emotions at the same time and yet you feel..at home. Safe. Like you are where you're supposed to be. 

 You are still uncertain what would be the best thing to do here. You want to run up to him and..  And what? It has been eight long years! You sure have changed and just by looking at him you can tell that so did Mary. Neither of you are those lovesick, reckless teenegers that you once were. 

What if he doesn’t even remember you?

Just then, you see him look up to you from across the bar. Or maybe he wasn’t looking at you because he went straight back to his drink and- Now he is looking at you again, this time his eyes are wide open. 

You are both staring, unsure what the other is thinking about, afraid to make the first move.

But there is this indescribable feeling, burning deep inside of you. A magnetic force pulling you towards him, but you’re frozen to the ground. 

Mary finally gives in, standing abruptly from his seat. He crosses the room in a few seconds but time seems to freeze and it feels like hours.

“Mary..” you breathe out. He hesitantly opens his arms, however you don’t hesitate to throw yourself into his arms. His arms wrap around you tightly and you bury your face in his shirt. Every other noise in the room, every other person seems to disappear. It’s just Mary and you.

“Is this real? I am not dreaming right?”

“You want me to pinch you?” you chuckle. “No, you’re not dreaming. I am here and I am not going anywhere.”

“You better not!” Mary says, making you smile. He takes a deep breath and continues softly. “I couldn’t take it again.”

You reach up to caress his face and when he doesn’t pull away you whisper: “Maybe it wasn’t the right time for us back then. Maybe.. we can try again?”

He nods. “I want nothing more.”

#i honestly don't know how to feel about this one #its not my best🤷🏻‍♀️ #gif not mine!! #requested #mary goore #mary goore angst #mary goore x reader #alias imagines

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Summary: Y/N applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

A/N: This one is shorter but there's a lot coming up and I wanted this one to just set the tone for the next couple of chapters. Please note the warnings below before reading. And hang onto your hats people!

Warnings: Some language, loss of a family member

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CHAPTER 5 -

HAVING NO REGRETS IS ALL THAT SHE REALLY WANTS

Sept 2nd, 2014

Technically L.A. is your home, but the lease to your apartment ended when you left for tour. So the four of you rent a house for 2 weeks. Ten days for the break, plus a few extra the upcoming shows there at the Rose Bowl Stadium. As fun as touring has been, the hotel life can get a bit redundant, and it's nice to have a room to yourself for a bit… especially now.

The moment you got to the house, you picked a room, shut the door, curled up in the bed, and instantly fell asleep.

Natalie comes in this morning with a coffee and donut. [Mmm… comfort food]

"Hey Y/N/N, you wanna talk?" She sits down on the edge of the bed and reaches her hand out to hold yours.

You tell her all about the rooftop party and the amazing kiss you shared. Telling the story brought back all those bubbly feelings you had before you left.

She seems confused. "That's amazing! So, why are you on the edge of crying?"

As if on cue, tiny tears start to well up. "I said no to the coffee. I basically rejected him."

"Why?!"

"Because we shouldn't be doing anything. We can't be doing anything."

"Says who?"

"Amelia, for starters. The day in NYC, when he came in early to pick out a shirt, she told me to be careful and that she just wouldn't get into anything… like, if she were me."

"Hmm." Natalie listens.

"It's just not a good idea. I don't want to ruin this opportunity for myself. I've worked so hard to get here."

"I know, sweetie. I'm sorry." She runs your hand.

You sigh and then add, "and he has too. He doesn't need me bothering him or dragging him down on tour."

She puts her hand up as if to physically stop your words. "Hold up!! You would not be dragging him down! You are basically running our little intern team… you can hold your own." She grabs your chin lovingly, but firmly. "And he clearly likes you. I can see it, Niall seems to see it. He really likes you Y/N."

You roll your eyes, but you know her intention.

She continues to hold your chin up and look at you. "Do you like him?"

You nod. "Yeah. I do."

She smiles. "I know. I just wanted you to actually say it." You grab the pillow closest to you and throw it towards her. You both giggle for a few seconds and then it gets quiet.

"I just don't know what to do." You admit. "I don't want to jeopardize anything, and I want to be friends. But…" you can't find the words.

"But you don't think you can just be friends…"

"Yeah" you whimper.

Now she sighs. "It's a tough one, and I'm sorry I can't answer it for you. You deserve happiness, either way."

She reaches over to give you a hug and you squeeze her tight. "I love you. Thank you for being here with me." You say.

"I'm always here for ya! How else was I gonna meet One Direction?" You both laugh again. You're glad she pushed you to do this together.

~~~~~

Sept 3rd, 2014

This morning has been better. You got showered and got out of that room to have some breakfast with the girls. You talked about whether you should all go out and live it up while on break, or lounge around and let yourselves rest before doing it all over again soon. Surprisingly, you all agreed on relaxation!

Just as you clean off your plate, you hear the *ping* on your phone.

:niall: hey Y/N… have you talked to harry?

:you: no, why?

:niall: his nan passed away. he's headed here to london tomorrow. rest of us are here so… thought he could use a friend today.

You heart sinks. Harry is such a family guy and you can only imagine how he's doing right now.

:you: shit. i had no idea. i need to text him.

Your mind is racing. You hadn't spoken since that morning after the kiss. It has only been a few days but he hadn't replied back so you figured he is busy or just enjoying the break.

You open your messages but realize this isn't something you want to text him about… this is something you want to call him about.

The phone rings about five times before he answers.

"Y/N?"

"Hey rockstar."

"Hi. Umm.. what's up?"

"I heard the news. I'm so sorry. Hope it's okay that I know, and that I called you-"

"Yeah, yeah, definitely okay."

"Can I do anything for you?"

"No, that's okay. You don't need to."

"I know, but I can… and I want to, if there's something you need…"

"Would-" He pauses. "Would you bring some coffee to my place?"

"Of course. That's it?"

"That's all I want."

"Done. I just need your address."

"Thanks."

"I'll see you soon."

You throw on some jeans and a t-shirt, quickly explain to Natalie what's going on, then head out.

:harry: < contact info card received >

:you: be there in 30

There's a little cafe one block away, so you walk there to grab the coffees and call an Uber when you're ready to make your way to Harry.

As soon as walk up to his front door, it swings open and you see Harry standing there in just sweats with his hair in a little bun. You don't dare focus on his bare chest right now, and you reach your one free arm around him for a hug.

He gives you a smile as you hand him a coffee. "Thanks for doing that."

"Anytime. Never a question." You respond, and he invites you inside.

You each sit on a stool around the kitchen island, and just sip coffee in silence for a few.

"Niall said you're leaving for London tomorrow." You break the silence.

"Yeah. Wanted to get there as soon as possible to be with my family."

"That'll be good for all of you." [God you're making it super awkward] "I'm sure asking if you're okay is a stupid question, but are you? Do you need anything else besides a coffee?" You offer.

"I'm okay as I can be. The coffee and the company helps. That's all I need right now." He looks at you with a grateful smile and you can't control the blushing.

"Good. I'm glad I could help in some way."

He's still staring, and studying your face. You're so flustered and confused that before you know it you stand up and reach for your keys.

"I'm sure you need to pack, so I'll get out of your hair."

"No, please… can you please stay for a little bit? Just to chat or something…" he asks.

"Of course." You instantly reply. He motions you over to the couch.

You sit on opposite ends of the couch, facing each other. You drink your coffee and listen as he tells you all about his family and life in Holmes Chapel. You both laugh at the funny antics he got into at the bakery when he was younger.

He asks about your family and you share a little about your younger brother Sam- how he is a senior in high school this year, is on the track team, and wants to travel for a year before going to college.

He makes you both sandwiches while you continue to chat, covering every topic from those awkward middle school years to dream vacation destinations. You can't believe how easy it is to talk to him, and to be around him. He makes you feel so comfortable. He listens intently when you speak, never judging, and asks questions to dive deeper into whatever topic you're discussing.

[Friends talk like this, right?]

You feel kind of honored to be getting to know him in this way. But there is a part of you that thinks it's so unfair. He's so wonderful. Why can't you have this, always?

A comfortable silence fills the room as you finish your sandwiches, but once again, you're suddenly very aware of the feelings almost bursting out of you, and that you need to quickly shut this down.

You look at your phone and break the silence. "Oh damn, I didn't realize what time it was!"

"Oh, do you need to leave?" He asks, with the most disappointed expression on his face.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry Harry. I can clean up my plate and stuff before I leave…"

"No, s'alright. If you need to go then you should go." Still disappointed.

[You don't need to leave to do anything else, but you do need to before you act on your feelings and mess everything up]

You both head towards the front door, walking slowly to savor it all before it ends. You stop at the door and turn back to him.

"If you need anything else, just let me know." You offer.

"Thanks Sunshine, this was everything I needed today," he says with a huge smile.

He suddenly wraps you up in a big hug and you start to melt, wrapping your arms around him too. You stay there for what feels like 10 minutes, trying to get yourself to even want to pull away, but you don't want to. You don't want to leave that moment, ever.

As you start to let go, he rests one hand on the back of your head and stares straight into your soul. "This is everything I wanted today."

Before you can think, his eyes fixate on your lips and press them softly with his own. You melt even more, and can't stop yourself from wrapping your arms back around his neck. Your mouths are moving in perfect synchronization. Everything about this moment makes you feel complete. He has made you feel complete.

His tongue tries to gently part your lips and that is the moment your brain inconveniently reminds you that you shouldn't get into anything.

You pull back and place your hands on his chest, not meeting his eyes.

You let out the heaviest sigh. "We shouldn't be doing this," you whisper.

He's thrown off guard. "Is something wrong?"

"It's just not a good idea."

"I don't understand." He utters, hands resting on your waist, not seeming to want to let you go.

"I don't want to mess up our friendship."

"Okay…" he replies, still not understanding.

"And I don't want to jeopardize our work relationship either." You continue. "You're Harry Styles, and I'm an intern. I basically work for you. It's just… it's too messy."

"Oh." He says, defeated. "Umm… okay. I get it." He lets go of you and runs his hand on the back of his neck. "I'm… I'm sorry, I thought you wanted this too."

You have a huge lump in your throat. [You do want this, you really do]

"I can't. I'm so sorry."

"I'm sorry too."

You can't seem to move your feet. You just try to stare into his beautiful green eyes for a moment longer, but his head is down and his eyes are focused on the floor. You finally turn to grab the door handle.

"I… I'm so sorry about everything Harry." You start to choke on your own words. "I… I hope you have a safe flight." You can't think of anything else to do or say, so you reach up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. He lets out a sound that can only be described as half of a sigh and half of a cry.

He catches himself and lifts his head up just enough to meet your gaze.

"Thanks for the coffee Y/N." He grabs the door handle, able to hold onto your hand for a moment longer, before he pulls it open for you and lets you walk out.

You call for an Uber and feel as if you can't even breath when you get in and it drives away.

[You did this so you didn't mess anything up, it's for the best, but you feel like you just made everything worse]

~~~~~

After getting back to the house, you curl up in the bed and let out all of the tears you had stored up in the car ride back.

[This is why Amelia told you to be careful and not get involved. This is why you wanted to keep it professional. Now you're here, your feelings completely betraying you, and you hadn't even had an actual relationship with him!]

You stay in bed the rest of the day. You don't want to be out there with the other girls, trying to pretend like you aren't embarrassingly unraveling. Natalie tells them that you aren't feeling good, so they don't bother you, and comes to check on you around dinner time.

"Hey Y/N/N, you wanna talk?" She asks as she opens the door.

[Geez it's like this same scenario just happened yesterday or something…]

"What happened honey?"

Again, you let it all out. You tell her about how he wanted you to stay, about the amazing conversations you had, about the amazing kiss, and about how you had to shut it down to save your job and keep it comfortably professional between you two.

Natalie sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"I love you girl, I really do, but you sabotaged yourself."

"What? No, I stopped anything before that happened'" defending yourself.

She shakes her head. "No. You preserved your comfort. What you sabotaged was your heart, and what you actually want most."

"Yeah, I want it. But I can't have it."

"Y/N! Amelia said she wouldn't get into anything, not that you shouldn't… and not that you couldn't!"

"I just don't want to risk anything." You state.

"What about your happiness?" She protests.

"I've worked hard to get where I am. I'm happy with what I have."

"Honey… you're hiding in here, alone and upset, because of something you don't have. Sounds like you're not fully happy, and maybe, just maybe, you would be if you had it." You can see the slightest arrogant smirk trying not to peek through, because she knows she made a good point.

"I still don't know what to do. I'm not good at this. I don't know how to do this." You mumble.

"There's no set way. And the way you described how comfortable you are around him… I think you'll figure it out pretty quickly. You're good at that part."

You gulp, trying to process the feelings you've been avoiding.

So she goes on. "He's headed to London, right? So you can have a few days to think it over. But… 'for what it's worth… it would be a good match'..." And with that quote from Amelia, the arrogant smile breaks through.

You can't help but smile too, looking up at her and reply, "thank you."

"Remember, I'm always here for you… And maybe a little bit for Zayn Malik. But definitely you first." She laughs and gets up from the bed. Before she walks away, she adds one more thing. "Please Y/N, don't be afraid of actually following your heart and going after something you really want. I know it's scary for you, but it really might be worth the risk."

And with that, she leaves you sitting on the bed, mulling over every single thing that's happened.

~~~~~

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What's your favorite scary movie?                                                             

 Ghostface x Female!reader

Y'all be prepared for some interesting stuff

Ghostie boy is wearing a black suit in this one. Why? Because it's hot.

Y/n pov:

I put my keys on the counter and shrugged off my bag. I'd had a stressful day at the hospital. Some wacko keeps murdering kids here and I tried unsuccessfully to save the most recent victim. The damn killers just keep popping up like weeds. There's this one girl I treated a couple years ago, she was a survivor of the killers. I couldn't imagine being her age and beating a Ghostface. She lost so many of her friends because of the situation.

I grab a bottle of vodka from the freezer and head to my room down the hall. I take a swig before I undress and change into some lingerie. Looking into the mirror I understand why my boyfriend Dylan bought it. It makes my boobs look much bigger than they are. I take a few pictures and then I walk away from my mirror and grab my robe to put it on.I then leave my phone on my dresser.

I pick up the bottle of vodka and stare at my phone as I wait for Dylans call. I miss him so badly but he'll be home in a week. Stupid him for being in a band and stupid band for being suddenly popular. Plus it didn't help me being constantly horny all the time.

ring ring ring

I jump up from my bed, open robe flowing behind me. I snatch my phone from my dresser. Huh? It's an unknown number. I walk back to my bed with the phone and lay down before answering because it's the time he said he'd call anyway. 

"No need to call me with an unknown number, mon trésor" I say. "I'm so excited for our call I even put on the underwear you sent me. You did a good job picking it out."

"I did" I hear him say. God his voice sounds a mess from singing it's much deeper than normal.

"Mhm yes you did. Hey I just want you to know I'm so wet for you right now," I say and I hear his breath hitch. God I just love his reactions to the things I say.

"Really," He asks.

"Yes I am. I wish you could see but maybe hearing me moan will work for now," I say. I move my left hand into my underwear and begin to rub small circles on my clit. I let out a low groan and I hear him suck in a breath. I slip my middle and ring finger inside my pussy and I start pumping in and out. Oh fuck. I haven't masturbated in a long time I forgot how good it could feel. My back arches when my fingers hit a certain spot.

"I'm fucking myself so good my back is arching. I wish you were the one doing it pretty boy," I say. 

"I know I can see you through your window pretty girl" He responds. I sit straight up. 

"What," I breath out. I lean over and look out the window thats next to my bed. There's no way he's here. Last time I checked he was in Boston. I would've known if he bought a plane ticket since we share a bank account.

"You know I think red is a very suiting color for you," He says and that's when I hear it. It's not Dylan.

"Who the fuck are you and how did you get my number you prick," I yell into my phone.

"I think you know bunny," He says. That was Dylan's nickname for me. How in the fuck? Screw this I hang up and toss my phone across my room. I reach over and make sure my window is locked. It is.

Oh shit.

I never set my alarm system back up after coming back in the house. I get up and run to the front of the house. I find the pad and put my pass code in. I hear a thud and look to my left. Oh my fucking god. It's him, it's Ghostface. I back up from the door and walk backwards to my room. When I get inside I slam and lock my door. I run to my window and shut my curtains. If he gets in I can fight him, I can do this. Shit I need to call the police. Where's my phone? I look around and finally find it on the ground by my closet. As I pick it up I feel nervous that it might be cracked. I turn it over in my hand. Oh god it completely shattered when I tossed it.

Shit shit shit shit.

Oh god what am I gonna do? I can't leave. I don't know where he is. I take a breath in and try calm down. I walk to my side table and open my drawer my knives are still there. I grab one and I hear a shattering noise. He's coming. I put another knife under my pillow just in case. I get down and peer through the crack at the bottom of my door. I see black boots coming this way. Shit.

I crawl over to my window and open it, then I crawl to my closet and get inside. I silently close the door and hide in the back of my closet. 

Boom

I flinch as I hear him kick the door down. I hear heavy footsteps come in and stop. I hold my breathe. Please work please work please work. The closet door flings open and he grabs me by the throat. I'm picked up and thrown across the room to the foot of my bed. 

I wince as I sit up. He's standing over me and he's got a knife to my throat.

"Oh a knife? Are you flirting with me?" I ask.

"Are you really making a joke right now," He asks in return.

"Yes I'm nervous," I respond.

"I will make a wind chime out of all your bones and hang it next to your grave," He growls. I start to slowly pull out my knife.

"By the way love your pants but they look a little holey," I say.

"What," He says and then I jab him and slice up his thigh. He stumbles backwards and hits the ground on his knees.

"Oops that's gonna leave a scar," I say and take off running. My heart is hammering in my chest. I make it to the front door and right as I'm about to open it my head is slammed into the door. I fall on my back and groan. I flip over and try to crawl to the door but he grabs me by my hair and starts dragging me back into my room. He picks me up and throws me onto my bed.

"Stay there god damn it! Where are you medical supplies," He says crossing his arms.

"I'm not telling you," I say mocking his pose.

"Fine I'll just kill you then. I was gonna be nice and at least not get blood everywhere but fuck it," He says and pulls his own knife back out.

"Wait wait wait," I yell.

"Whaatt," He groans.

"How about we make a deal? I fix you up and I don't know maybe give you some head, and you don't slit my throat or whatever fun gruesome stuff you have planned," I say holding up my hands in surrender .

"You want to blow me," He asks.

"Dude I'll do whatever you want as long as you don't kill me," I respond.

"Sure I guess. I have actually been horny since your little phone sex session," He says.

"Okay good. Cool. I'm gonna get up and grab medical supplies. I'm not gonna run. I'm slow as hell you'll just catch me again," I say and slide off my bed.

I walk to my bathroom and he's right behind me. I reach up into the cabinet and grab the first aid kit. I turn to him.

"Your gonna have to pull your pants down or I can cut the pant leg off," I say looking at him. He chuckles before speaking.

"Trying to get my pants down already huh," 

"I will dig my fingers in to your stab wound. Do not try me," I say glaring at him.

"Oh I like you," He says leaning forward till my face and his mask are inches apart. His fingers reach out and gather the fabric of my robe. As if he's just noticing it.

"Still need your pants off sir," I say again. He pulls back away from me and takes the belt he has on off. With one hand. Okay Mr. Freak. He tosses it to the side. Then he kicks off his boots and then slides his slacks off. "Lean back against the sink for me," I ask. 

He does it and I kneel down in front of him. I grab some wipes from the kit and begin to wipe off the blood. I hear him wince as the alcohol hits the stab wound. Once I remove all the blood I can actually see the wound and it's not that bad, I didn't hit anything important. I grab my needle driver, tissue forceps, scissors, needle, and thread.

"You should grab that belt and bite down on it, so you don't scream," I say as I use the tissue forceps to gather the skin around the wound so I could stitch him up.

"I'll be fine," He says.

"Okay whatever you say mocho man," I say as I get some thread into the needle. I line up the needle and push the needle through the skin at a 90-degree angle about a centimeter to the right of the wound. He winces slightly but doesn't really react other than that. When I've gone deep enough,I twist my hand clockwise so that the needle starts coming up on the other side of the wound. I need  the needle to come out straight across from the first needle hole. When the needle comes out on the other side of the wound, I unlock the needle driver, reattach it near the tip of the needle, and pull until I have about 1-2 inches of thread left on the right side of the wound. I release the needle and use my left hand to hold the thread on the left side of the needle and wrap twice around the tip of the needle holder. I slightly open the needle holder and grab that 1-2″ of thread on the right side of the wound. Using my left hand, I pull the long part of the thread. The part of the thread wrapped around the needle holder slides off. I've created a simple overhand knot with two loops. 

This is what doctors call a "first throw." I tighten things so that the tissue is just touching and make sure the knot is lying flat. Time for the "second throw." Using my left hand, I hold the long end of the thread and wrap it around the needle driver clockwise. Slightly opening the needle driver, I grab the short end of the thread. I then use my left hand, to pull the long part of the thread. You'll finish off your surgeon's knot with another overhand knot. Repeating a "throw"one more time to really create a secure knot. Instead of wrapping the thread clockwise around the needle driver, I wrap it counter-clockwise. This will prevent the knot from slipping. I cut the excess thread. I repeat the process six more times leaving about a quarter of an inch in between each suture.

I set everything down and look up at him. He's white knuckling the sink but he really didn't make much noise at all beside the initial wince. Should've made it hurt more.

"Surprisingly nicely done," He says looking down at his leg.

"It better be I didn't suffer through med school to be a surgeon for nothing," I retort.

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