#bc victoria like....... hello

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HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode five :: 99 PROBLEMS.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴max verstappen x ex!y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔comeback: download has started.

fc – wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕none.

☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

y/n: not to freak you guys out but i knew all along

my baby lando: FYM YOU KNEW ???

babygirl alex: y/n 😁 i swear to god

honey badger: wait

honey badger: what do you mean you knew

chili!: ????

chal eclair: ^^^^

girlfriend kika: babe

girlfriend kika: i need u to explain before pierre loses his shit bc he’s bubbling rn 🙏🏻🤍

y/n: okay hold on y’all listen

wifey lily: 👂🏻👂🏻👂🏻👂🏻

y/n: i always had this sneaking suspicion that some bullshit was going but every time i’d ask him about nothing would come of it

y/n: so i was like maybe i’m the problem 😀

y/n: then i found lipstick in our bathroom and i was like yo ??? tf is this and max said it was his sister’s

y/n: so i was like oh calm

y/n: bc victoria would come over sometimes

y/n: then i found out he cheated the first time

princess george: fIRST TIME????

angel carmen: WHAT DO YOU MEAN FIRST TIME

chili!: HE CHEATED MORE THAN ONCE???

chal eclair: hOLD ON YALL IM TRYNA UNDERSTAND

y/n: yes 😭

y/n: caught him on a call with her being all lovey and shit and we got in a fight bc of it

y/n: and i let it slide bc i thought he would learn + he cried his eyes out

alabono: how is HE gonna cry for cheating 😟

honey badger: WAIT

my baby lando: fuck was he crying for ???

chal eclair: he cried ??

babygirl alex: literally what

honey badger: WAIT YALL

honey badger: Y/N YOU LET THAT SLIDE ???

y/n: I USED TO LOVE HIM OKAY.

chili!: i just sighed so hard man

y/n: hold on there’s more

PIERRE GASLYYYY: MORE ??

PIERRE GASLYYYY: y/n…

my baby lando: bae what is this…

chal eclair: what else did he do then damn

y/n: the bitch was in my bed

babygirl alex: WOAHHHHHHHH

angel carmen: now hold on, hOLD ON NOW.

girlfriend kika: i screamed

honey badger: ouuuuu it’s gonna get violent rq

y/n: i found them cuddled up, clearly post fuck, in my bed, listening to my music and guess what

chili!: BRO 😭

chal eclair: WHAT OH MY GOD

my baby lando: ¿¿¿

y/n: HER KID WALKS IN BEHIND ME EATING MYYYYYYY ICE CREAM

y/n: IN MYYYYY HOUSE

princess george: see this is where i personally would’ve swung at everyone

PIERRE GASLYYYY: LISTENING TO YOUR MUSIC???????

wifey lily: NAHHHHHH MAN

angel carmen: i’m not even kidding

angel carmen: i’m deadass speechless

y/n: i need all of u to come to my house immediately

y/n: there’s so much more i need to tell y’all

chili!: Y/N.

chili!: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERES MORE.

y/n: ….

chal eclair: answer the question bae 🤍

y/n: well

my baby lando: oh my god

y/n

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watching hellsing and then searching for content is me hoping people also really like Integra and forgetting that people are gonna be horny for the vampire

#personal #and like zero content for my dumb ass girl Seras Victoria rip #listen i thought i had gender shit sorted until Integra like hello????? #never thought id stan a protestant lmfaoooo that's a joke btw its just kinda funny bc i was raised catholic

[writersblockiskillingme]

Can you please do a Damiano fell in love with his long time friend/band mate (reader) who is the backup singer (bc their voices complement each others perfectly) and writes a song about her and sings it to her on stage, confessing his love. (the other band mates know abt it).

I’m in my delusional era

Only Angel | Damiano David

Pairing: Damiano David x fem!reader (Måneskin bandmate)

Summary: You were in love with him for a very long time, but you didn't know that he loved you back. Until he decided to do something about it.

Warning/s: pet name (angel), just a little bit of good all angst, smut +18, degradation, teasing, prising, dom/sub, few curse words, mentions of alcohol and weed, cigarettes, mentions of one night stands, grammar and spelling mistakes, Google translated Italian (sorry, please tell me in the comments if I made any mistakes so I can fix them)

Author's note: This one's been a long time coming, but enjoy!

I saw this angel

I really saw an angel

Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see

That I'm still the only one who's been in love with me

I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth

And there's nothing I can do about it

Damiano could still remember the first time he met her.

She was the first singer that Måneskin (Back then just Victoria and Thomas) recruited for the band. He could remember it as if it was yesterday.

His hands were sweating as hell as he walked through the hallway of a "made up", improved studio that belongs to the future, back-then-still-in-making, rock band Måneskin. He remembered how nervous he was, but that nervousness compared to the one he experienced as he walked into the studio was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a big deal at all.

As he reached his stop, he looked up and saw a guy with blonde hair messing with his guitar, and he saw a blonde haired girl standing next to him, watching him. They didn't notice him just yet.

Damiano turned his head away from them and decided to focus his gaze on a girl sitting in a chair with a pen and journal in her hands, ashtray sitting on the armrest of the chair. She was lightly gripping the pen as she wrote and crossed and scrambled the words on a piece of paper in the journal. Her (h/l) (h/c) covered her eyes slightly. He could clearly see her red lips moving, even tho she had a half finished cigarette in her mouth. She was probably mumbling the word of the, what was probably, a song she was writing.

She was mumbling so quietly, but somehow he could still hear her voice. It was beautiful, he felt like he was falling into a trans. He felt himself freezing like a deer in headlights when he saw her look up at him.

Her face steached into a smile, cigarette no longer lingering on her lips as she reached out and placed it on an ashtray. Her (e/c) shining like the sun, her hair no longer covering them from him. She stood up and started to walk up to him. That's the moment when Vic and Thomas noticed him, too.

He noticed the grace she was carrying herself with. It was as if she was floating. It was a sight to behold for sure.

"Ciao! Tu devi essere Damiano David." [Hi! You must be Damiano David.] She said and he felt like his breath was knocked out of his lungs when he heard her angelic voice speak to him.

"SÌ. Quello... sono io." [Yes. That's me.] He stuttered for a bit and that shocked him to his core. He never stuttered before, it felt weird. He didn't like that.

"Sorprendente. Io sono (Y/N) e loro sono Thomas e Victoria." [Amazing. I'm (Y/N) and this is Thomas and Victoria.] She introduced herself, Thomas and Vic.

And so, after a few quick hellos were exchanged, they pulled him in front of the mic and they preformed one song with him and one where he had to sing alone. It turned out that (Y/N) and he sing together perfectly. Their voices simply sound so good together. However, since that day something followed Damiano. Something that he couldn't quite place for a little bit.

Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door

I got splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor

Couldn't take you home to mother in a skirt that short

But I think that's what I like about it

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

Over the years Damiano and (Y/N) started to get closer and closer to each other.

At first it was innocent, truly. The two of them would talk with each other more than they would with Vic, Thomas or Ethan. Everyone soon noticed how close they were. They started to become very good friends. They had a lot of thing in common. They liked the same music, the same artists, everything! They somehow never ran out of topics to have a conversation about. It was amazing, really.

They would go out to get coffee, pizza, they went to bars and local parties together. They would come to each other's houses and just watch TV and get drunk or, sometimes even, high. They would drink some shitty wine that they would find in some shitty liquor store and would fall asleep on top of each other on the couch.

They would write and sing songs with each other. They liked each other's voices, but most of all, they liked how they sounded together. A match made in heaven, indeed.

However, over the years something changed. As they grew, the band did, too and so did their feelings for one another. Damiano watched everything she did whenever she was in his presence. He practically adored the ground she was walking on. It was amazing to experience. And to watch, too.

Vic was the first one to notice, of course. She would easily notice the longing glances that they would send each other while they thought that nobody was looking. She tried to talk to them about it. They would just brush it off.

"She is just my best friend, come on, Vic!"

"He's just a friend to me. Nothing more!"

Of course, Vic wasn't stupid, and neither were Thomas and Ethan. They soon figured what was up, too. The three musicians really tried everything in their power to get them to know what the other was feeling, but it felt like it was impossible to do that.

The problem was that Damiano and (Y/N) thought that the other didn't like them like that. And so from one problem, another one was born.

One night stands.

They both thought that if they see other people they could push their feelings away. However, when did that work out?

Damiano could still remember it. He walked down the hallway of the hotel that they were staying in because of their performance in New York. He watched her and some random guy practically eat each other's faces as she started to push him into her hotel room.

The last thing that he saw were the stains of red lipstick before he started doing it two.

I must admit I thought I'd like to make you mine

As I went about my business through the warning signs

End up meeting in the hallway every single time

And there's nothing we can do about it

Damiano had officially had enough. Watching her bringing guy after guy in her hotel room, him bringing girl after girl. It was too much. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't just stand aside as he watched and heard everything those guys did when it should be him doing it to his angel.

So one night he gathered his courage and knocked on her door so hard he almost got splinters in his knuckles from the wooden door. The moment she opened the door he spilled his feelings to her and so this is how they ended up there.

Damiano was quick to notice a bruise in the corner of her neck. Her pathetic attempt to cover it with her hair was not doing it. He felt anger fill his body to the brim. He knew that he had no reason to be angry, she wasn't his. Perhaps that was what angered him.

"You seem angry." (Y/N) was quick to point it out, her face forming a concerned look. "Why are you mad?"

"I'm not mad." Damiano spat out, proving her point. "I just think that you can choose better people to share spit with, angel. That's all."

"Excuse me?!" (Y/N) couldn't help but to yell in his face in the middle of the hallway. "What the hell is wrong with you, Damiano?"

"Was it worth it?" He asked her, his voice dangerously low. It send shivers down her spine.

"Is you hating me right now your new personality trait?"

She knew that that wasn't justified. She knew how bold of her that was. She knew that he didn't actually hate her, at least she hoped that he didn't. The truth was that she grew nervous under his gaze. His gaze, his tone, sudden realization of what he was talking about... it made her nervous as hell. She didn't know what to do.

"Was it worth it?" He kept his voice low and she knew that she couldn't avoid the topic any longer as much as she wanted to.

"I don't know what to say, Damiano."

"Oh, don't bullshit me, (Y/N)!" Damiano's voice rang in the hallway of the huge hotel in the middle of New York. He didn't give a flying fuck that it was night. That her "neighbors" were probably asleep. He didn't care about anything but his angel.

"Watcing you with so many guys who can't give you what I can... it draw me crazy." He finally confessed as he watched her in science of the hallway, frozen, confused. "You still don't get it, do you? It's because I love you."

"Now I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't feel the same way." Damiano told her as he pinned her against the door of her bedroom. Her breath getting stuck in her throat as she listened to his rough voice speak. "Just then I will leave you alone."

"I can't." She whispered, feeling so small compared to him right now.

"And why is that, angel."

"Because... I'm not even gonna lie, I'm just so fucking obsessed with you, you have no idea."

That's all he needed.

Told it to her brother and she told it to me

That she's gonna be an angel, just you wait and see

When it turns out she's a devil in between the sheets

And there's nothing she can do about it

Hey, hey

His lips felt so familiar yet so unknown to her. His breathing had become more strained.

"Damn it all to hell, if I don't get to have you tonight then I'm never going to be able to have you."

"Who says it has to be that way." (Y/N) said as she gasped in pleasure as he started to suck the skin on her neck.

His muscles tensed with every thrust. She finally allowed herself to sink into the mattress, into her pillow. She finally allowed herself to have him and for him to have her. She felt his hands flattering against her spine as he drew her closer to him as if that was physically possible.

"Arch your back for me, angel."

She felt herself gasping in pleasure as she did what he asked her to do. It was hard for him to contain his own sounds, too, as he pumped his thick throbbing cock into her at a constant pace.

"Please..." she was getting overwhelmed with him continuously hitting the right spot deep inside of her.

He grabbed her ankles and lifted her ankles to place them around his waist. She was practically screaming as he continued to split her wet pussy at rapid speed. She continued to shudder as he sped up his pace.

"Bet you they don't make you sound like that, do they, angel?"

"Ah- I-"

"Do they!?"

"NOO!" She barely gasped. "They don't... only you can do- ahh- this to mee!"

She openly moaned, screaming as Damiano's cock started swelling and stretching her tight pussy even more then before. And as her orgasm hit, she began to cry. He didn't care, he continued to thrust repeatedly, no signs of stopping or at least slowing down.

"I want you to remember everything fucking seconds of this."

She was overstimulated, but the tears of pleasure continued to flow.

He suddenly pulled out, erotic sound of cum mixed together filled the deafening silence in her room. He's fiery kisses started to trail down to her soaked pussy. Soon he started to suck her clit, but he moved away when he felt your hands on his head. He removed his tongue as he repositioned himself near your ass.

"Mhh!" (Y/N) tried to gain her voice back so she could speak again. "Don't! Too much!"

"Shhh... my beautiful angel." He cooed to her. "I'm sure that you've got one more in you. Will you be a good little angel and take what I have to give you?" His words were mocking and teasing at the same time as she nodded her head as much as she could before she pushed herself further into her pillow.

"Good girl."

He slowly began to enter her again, he was lubricated by her dripping juices. The thrusts began to increase again as she screamed his name, shaking. However, soon she found herself moving to meet his rough, pleasurable thrusts, which synchronized.

She was drowning in pleasure, she couldn't comprehend what was happening anymore. However she knew one thing, every time that fat cock hit her cervix, she got closer and closer to her much needed release.

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight

Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight

Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight

The stadium was big. The light were truly blinging (Y/N). The adrenaline was pumping through your veins. She was so happy, so full of euphoria even tho her throat felt so sore from all the singing and her muscles were hurting her.

On the other hand Damiano felt like he was going to faint. Yes, he was euphoric and happy, too. He was so happy and excited for the even bigger future of Måneskin, but he felt nervous.

For years he was in love with this girl. He always gave his best to express it as best as he possibly could. But nothing felt good enough. His angel deserved the world, even more so. He loved her so much the fraze "to the moon and back" simply couldn't cut it.

So he decided to express his love for her in a way that he did best. He wrote her a song. And so with a deep breath, and Victoria's pep talk before he went on the stage, he stepped forward.

"How are we feeling tonight, LA!?" Damiano shouted and his shout was followed by screaming and clapping of the fans.

"So tonight you are going to hear a song you have never heard before!! You excited!!??"

Damiano had to cover his ears a little because the screaming of the fans became a little bit too much. Still he found himself laughing with excitement. Like he always did. He looked a little to the side where (Y/N) was standing so he could take a little peak at her face. Confused was not a good enough word to explain the look on her face when she heard what Damiano had said and Vic, Thomas nor Ethan didn't say anything. He wrote a song? Without me? (Y/N) though to herself.

"This song I will sing alone." Damiano said and (Y/N) got even more confused.

"You see, I met this girl a long time ago and I felt like I loved her the moment I saw her. I wanted to express my love to her and to the entire world so I wrote this song for her." Damiano continued.

The crowd was already loosing their minds as Damiano stepped took the microphone form it's stand, but when Damiano said the next words and started singing all hell broke loose.

"This song is for you, (Y/N). My only angel."

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

She's an angel

My-my-my only angel

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Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!reader

Word count: 1.0k

Warning: none

A/N: also reminder all my requests have been completely deleted after I had gotten a new phone. I’ll open up requests later I just don’t know when. I’m a bit disappointed in myself bc I didn’t get to them sooner. So again sorry if your requests won’t be done anytime soon.

You’re never the first to call.

Most of the time it’s Damian.

Damian needs something in his life that no one in his family could give him. They could, but it wouldn’t be the same if he got it from you. You’re in your room, it’s late. Too late where the streets of Gotham have gone silent—and that alone should say something. You're humming a song of your choice that plays in the background of your bedroom as you sew up a piece of your jacket that you had accidentally ripped when you were out during the day. The music cuts off as your phone beside you starts to ring. It’s a facetime call.

incoming call 🩷🗡️Damian🩷🗡️….:

You’re quick to answer it… pressing the green button as you propped up your phone up against a couple of books you had laying around on your small desk you sat at so he could get a better view of you. There’s a smile on your face when he shows up. I'm your view on the phone. He’s laying down on his bed looking tired and beaten. Damian had just gotten back from a night of patrol before he decided to call you.

“Hi!” You great, he greets you back with a quiet hello “what are you doing?”

“I could ask you the same thing” you hum as you focus back on your jacket.

“Well, my excuse is I took a nap— at like—I don’t know-five? Maybe six? Anyway I woke up not even an hour ago. So I’ll be up the entire night” you laugh at yourself softly “What about you? Why are you up?” He’s quiet for a moment, and that worries you. He says nothing for a few scones seconds, you look up and stare at your phone—staring at his reflection on the other side of your device. There’s something about him that you can’t read well. And that says something because you could usually read off his emotions based on his expression.

“Just got done with patrol” he finally speaks and you nod slowly “how was your day beloved?” A question that’s quick to get you.

Damian loves listening to you talk about your day, even if it was just you doing absolutely nothing. You are quick with your answer.

“I didn’t do much! I only went to the mall today with a friend and let me tell you—twenty-five dollars in this economy ain’t shit. I think I spend around one hundred dollars? I think and I only went to like three stores but I still have money left over. Also Victoria secret underwear is not for the weak at all. They’re cute but some of them are just eh—not made for wearing them all day—“ you stop yourself from saying anything else. You look at your phone to stare at Damian who says nothing. The more you look at him the more he looks exhausted.

“Damian?”

“Yeah?”

“Come over” a soft smile grazes your lips “‘my parents aren’t home. Away on a business trip or something like that”

“oh?” That seems to spike his interests “what’s the occasion?” You shrug as you think for a moment, your ripped jacket now forgotten and placed aside

“movie night? I was watching a scary movie on Max called Barbarian. I was watching it alone but ten minutes in I got scared” Damian let’s put a small laugh that warms your heart. He’s slowly coming down from whatever he was going through.

“So?”

“I’ll be there. Just give me a few minutes”

“yay. I’ll see you in a bit. My windows open so you can just come in whenever”

You say your goodbye before you hang up on each other.

When Damian finally comes round you’re in the kitchen standing in front of the microwave as you make popcorn. Too engrossed on your phone you don’t notice him until his reflection covers your screen. You're quick to turn around and greet him with a hug that lasts longer than usual. It had you wondering. It’s not until the sound of your microwave beeping, you two pull apart but not fully. Hands linger on his face longer, palms against his tan cheeks.

“You okay?” Softly, you ask and he nods against your hands—his own hands coming up and grasping yours bringing your palm closer to his lips. He kisses it softly before he nuzzles into them again.

“Yes, with you I’m always okay” you hum as you smile up at him.

“Okay….” The microwave beeps once more, a reminder that the popcorn is ready. You let go of Damian as you make your way towards it, opening it and taking out the hot and steaming bag. You place it on the counter as you go and retrieve a bowl.

“You can go sit on the couch if you want” you say dumping the popcorn into the bowl

“I’ll be there in a minute” he nods but you can’t see, you hear his footsteps disappear as he walks away. You spot Damian sitting on the couch waiting patiently, there’s no expression on his face as he stares blankly at your T.V. A frown paints your lips as you walk up to him and hand him the popcorn—he doesn’t say a word as he takes it from your hand and watches as you search for the remote. When you do find it you sit next to him draping a blanket that was placed over the arm of the couch. There’s a static silence between the two of you as you search for the movie. Damian drapes his arm over your shoulder—leaning down onto you.

“Tired?” You laugh slightly—hand coming up to ruffle his black hair as you press play on the movie. He shakes his head

“No. I’m never tired” he smiles

“Okay, whatever you say” rolling your eyes playfully you lean closer to him. The popcorn was now in your hands, placed on your lap. Damian arms were wrapped around you protectively. You two to engrossed in the movie you were watching

Damian was always okay. He just missed you. Today was the first time he’s been over your house in the past six months and talking to you through the phone wasn’t doing any justice to him. Missing you kinda gives him a home sick-y feeling.

Also I recommend watching Barbarian on MAX. It’s not really a jump scare kind of horror movie. It’s more like an uneasy kind of movie. 10/10. Although I do have to give a warning bc there is blood and gore and also mentions of rape and incest.

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hey can you do a fake insta with Victoria De Angelis? thank youuu

bass player!y/n?? say less. lmaoo hope u like this one!!

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ynupdates1 y/n during tonight’s show

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ynfan2 HER AND HARRYS INTERACTIONS I THINK THEY DID IT BUT I JUSG CANT PROVE IT

harryfan2 @/ynfan2 NO BC LITERALLY WHY DO THEY EYE EACH OTHER LIKE THAT I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE

ynfan3 she’s so cute omg

harryfan3 why is everyone in the band fine asf

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harryupdates I MET HARRY AND Y/N ???? HELLO

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ynfan1 GIRL R U OKAY

harryupdates @/ynfan1 NO IDK IM STILL SHOCKED

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harryfan1 @/ynfan1 atp im 99.9% sure they’re dating😭

harryfan2 OKAY BUT HOW WAS IT HOW DO U FEEL

harryupdates @/harryfan2 EXTREMELY HAPPY RN they were both so nice, they talked to us and signed a few things, i talked to y/n for a while and she complimented me on my shoes😭never living this down🥹

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[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hello! I have come asking for you to info-dump about the the modern human au. I full of brain rot of them (especially after the last thing you posted about them, damn) Maybe you can tell us a bit more Sally!!

lucky for you, i've been full of that good ol brainrot As Well! thoughts! feelings! ideas! i got em!

so since we're already on the subject of the Crash Arc, allow me to expand on it for a moment before i get to Sally Thinkings! if you've read the snippet, you may have noticed the extent of Wally's injuries was not listed yet. well! he got messed up with a capital F! since it's fiction and i'm god in this scenario, i'm veering slightly away from realistic damage, immediate & lasting. bc lets be real. if i stuck to "this is as realistic as i can make it", then Wally would be aaaaaabsolutely fucked. it was a bad crash in a very unsafe vehicle at high speeds. like - this is what happened. a drunk driver hit Home going 70 down the freeway. swerve, fishtail, tumble down a (small, shallow, really its more like a glorified ditch) ravine with trees and rocks and shit on it. absolute miracle that Wally didn't die in the crash, let alone during the solid half hour (slightly longer) he was trapped in Home before someone noticed the crash site and called emergency personnel. Wally "hanging up" on Barnaby was actually the impact jarring him so he slipped and hit the end call button. but yeah without going into technicalities and detail, Wally has some lasting damage in his dominant hand. It takes extensive physical therapy for him to be able to paint/draw again at the same level he had been at. the hematoma hadn't done a lot of brain damage that wouldn't resolve itself with time. in my mind, when Wally wakes up in the hospital, for a few days he's very confused and his memory is shot. he'll wake up, interact, then go to sleep, but when he wakes up again its like waking up for the first time again. he just can't retain memories for a bit. he's got some severe brain fog. his mood is also kinda fucked with - he's uncharacteristically irritable with low patience, etc. these are all things that clear up with time, but in my mind Wally has chronic migraines going forward. bad ones! and there are days where it's harder fr him to concentrate. and yk. a teeny bit of chronic pain where his shin bone was pinned back together and where his hand was essentially crushed. but other than that he's fine going forward! good days and bad days!

but enough about that! You Want To Hear About Sally!

i imagine that she becomes quite successful in the theater industry. i'm not too familiar with it myself, so i'm gonna be uh. Vague about it? but she starts her own theater troupe - it's a bit of a commute from home base to the town she works in, where the theater is located in, but she makes it work! of the group, she's probably away more than any of them. working on shows, traveling to work on other ones - i like to think she's been on Broadway! she probably has had opportunities to do tv/movie acting, but idk... i feel like Sally would be like "nah. live shows or nothing". maybe at some point she takes up voice acting gigs, as long as she can do them from home. she probably has her own little room-turned-VA-studio thing. idk how that works either! it seems right! but yes Howdy's store's automated messages and advertisements are in Sally's voice. she's probably picked up a temporarily modeling gig here and there.

so Sally is very very busy. Poppy is supportive. everyone is, and they all love to help out when they can - and reel Sally in when the "stardom" starts to get to her head. they do their best to acclimate to occasionally getting jumpscared by her voice in a grocery store or in. idk. fashion shoots. victoria's secret billboards. that last one was a joke! maybe. i think she would.

i also like to imagine Sally like... getting some sort of award and then spending a solid five minutes naming her friends, thanking them with specificity, and then plugging their own stuff. they probably have a rotation for who accompanies her as her plus one for events and parties she may or may not be invited to. she's not like... a Big celebrity but! she's Known and Liked! she has Connections! i like to imagine her and Wally looking dapper as fuck at a Venue...

so the friend group typically stays together, with Sally going off to do her Things the most. she makes sure to schedule time to be with her friends and girlfriend/wife/Poppy between work and gigs and etc. she somehow finds a balance with Ease. or apparent ease... someone get this girl a vacation...

#lmao now im thinking about them all scheduling a joint vacay #sally is having the time of her life getting to Relax and just Pamper Herself #everyone else is also greatly enjoying the break #except howdy. he's a mess. to him relaxing is working. things are too calm. too quiet. understim effect x100 #on that vein ive been thinking about a covid arc and its. Funny #and domestic! #where are the covid fics of characters getting stuck together during lockdown... #rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #but yes been thinking about the au a lot #ive decided that wally does eventually get a job that he actually Enjoys! #previously he was just doing his indie art and such. bc he'd try a job and be like 'wow. i hate this. this is stupid. bye' #his art brings in more money anyway. he's living that miraculous imaginary life where art provides reliable sustainable income #enough so that barnaby doesn't need a full time job! bc this is fiction and i want them to have an easy life #in this specific area anyway #i would like them to live in a world where its slightly kinder... the housing crisis doesnt exist... one can live on minimum wage... #also thinking more about their homes and such. etc!

[edgelordatlantic]

Well, hello there! I saw your post asking for Van Dort's request and it seems like you summoned me 😃

Going back to the principal thing-

Could you do a request for a fem reader that's a pure sweetheart and is like the twin of Victoria gets to marry Victor instead of her sister? And reader is super sweet to Victor from the very first instant? Like- If he is nervous about marrying her, she is cool about it and tells him that she won't force Him into anything.

(I'm spanish btw and I'm sorry if my grammar is not very good 😅)

Victor with a v sweet bride !!

THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE THIS SM !!!!

also dw i understood what you meant 👍

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+ he fell for you the instand he saw you bro

+ you'd seen him up in his room sketching before while he had his window open and always sorta had a tiny crush on him so it was kinda like you fell first but he fell WAY harder

+ I ALSO FEEL LIKE VICTORIA WOULD BE A BIT JEALOUS but she'd never say anything bc she's happy her sisters happy

+ but he appreciates everything you do for him and your patience with him

+ he's a v anxious guy obviously and you taking the time to reassure him means the world

+ even just a hug or little kisses from you help

+ you guys also came up with a little system for when you guys are getting nervous or anxious ( mostly for victor ) but the anxious one will squeeze the others hand gently three times

+ but it's already pretty obvious when victors anxious 💀💀

+ HE DEFINITELY TRIES TO HELP YOU WHEN YR ANXIOUS TOO HES JUST NOT AS GOOD AT IT

+ he's always scared its bc of him and he always goes " oh goodness me did i do something ? i-im sorry i did not mean it -" and he'd hug you really tight EVEN IF IT WASNT HIS FAULT

+ but if he just notices you seem a little on edge or upset he'll just compliment you tbh 😭😭 " you look beautiful today love " and he'll kiss your cheek

+ also he likes having fires like in the fireplace and stuff they calm him down a lot he loves when you make them and then you guys cuddle or he'll play piano for you 😘😘

#corpse bride #victor van dort #victor van dort x reader #corpse bride x reader

[soldier-poet-king]

hello!! no pressure to answer this but i was wondering do you have any recommendations for books, specifically books that made you feel things very deeply? i know that's vague and weird but like i also love the goblin emperor/baru cormorant/similar books as you and i was wondering if you had any faves you'd like to share :) i am looking for a book that will put me in agony in a good way lol

HELLO FRIEND

okay so I am a Big Emotional Dummy so everything makes me feel very deeply, whether or not it's actually any good. So I'll try to keep it to recs that I felt alot while reading, after reading, and I think are actually good.

Also idk if you want specific genres or sticking to fiction, so I'm just gonna throw a whole whack of things at you, hope that's ok!!! I'll also try to avoid super popular recs (like trc or ursula k le guin) not because i love them less, just because you've probably already heard of them?

Hands of the Emperor - Victoria Goddard - probably my current fave book and protag, read it twice in less than a year despite it being like 1200 pages, if i loved it less i could talk about it more, and without crying. maybe it's niche and imperfect, but to ME? book of all time

The Queen's Thief - Megan Whalen Turner - fave book series for more than a decade, makes me experience shrimp emotions that nothing else will ever be able to replicate

Piranesi - Susanna Clarke - how did a portal fantasy meets psychological horror become actually the most existentially comforting book in the world

Tuyo - Rachel Neumeier - technically a series, with 3 main novels and other novels and novellas about other characters (which i enjoyed less but still), but def start with tuyo. I fully went in expecting to not like it At All and was blown away???? I wept. I still weep. I can't explain why I love it without spoilers but it's technically a fantasy war story and yet is almost entirely character driven

Wind, Sand, and Stars - Antione de Saint-Exupery -reading this rn and technically it's billed as a memoir and adventure novel but actually its an existential meditation on the nature of human interaction and the soul and definitely comes from the same core as The Little Prince

If you HAVENT read the cemeteries of amalo/thara celehar spinoff of the goblin emperor PLEASE do, in many ways i love them even more than tge bc thara is up there with kip mdang in terms of characters i cant talk about without crying because it's too personal

The Sparrow Duology - Mary Doria Russell - PLEASE check the trigger warnings, unlike most of the recs on this list, this falls way more to the side of Baru in terms of dark content, but also it's maybe the closest I've ever come to being at peace

I'm definitely missing things, but these are all the books that have made me want to chew drywall in the last 2 years. I've also linked my goodreads here with the caveat that my ratings skew high because i am very much a 'i didnt say it was good, i said i enjoyed it/was entertained' type person. also i have read a lot of trash YA. oops. like yes some of it is real bad but also some of it makes me Feel Some Things even (or especially??) when it's real bad.

Friends pls chime in with your recs, and also please rec things to me!! Am seeking new and interesting emotions previously unknown to humankind.

#recs open to everyone EXCEPT rae who is spiders georg and recs me books every week #AND I CAN NEVER CATCH UP DFJHASKDL #i mean rae i love u and ur recs are so good but GIRL IM SLOW #anyway. 3 of the books on this list are rae recs so. yknow. shrimp emotions #fran reads #looking at my faves shelf on gr and like #ohhhh there is some cringe there except cringe is dead i killed it #yes terribly plotted dumb ya book is there bc it UNDERSTOOD MY EMOTIONAL ANGUISH AGED 18 #and made me want to live #so there ya go #i am inventing all new emotions everyday babeyyyy

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this was my first time seeing tim and also getting a chance to say a brief hello! (though, i’m not particularly keen on meeting celebs or comedians and rarely take the opportunity, tim just seemed so approachable and that "this really could be my only chance ever" feeling hit hard, so i did it!; that said, i am incredibly disappointed having missed richard osman's book signing last month, but now i’m digressing…) he seemed so, so chuffed at the show being sold out and people being so happy to see him, it made my heart happy 🥹 and, yes, totally polite! (and quite hairy?) i said this before, but one of the best things about nyc shows is watching artists brim with pride — nyc brings out the 15-year-old dreamer in them that they used to be, you can see the "holy shit i really did it" in their eyes... never gets old!!

(this is a follow-up to a question about which 3 comedians i’d want to have dinner with!)

i think people would typically approach this question one of two ways: you want to meet the people you really, really love no matter what or you want to meet the people you really, really want to know more about. those two things can overlap, but sometimes a person you adore has already shared so much, written so many books, created so much, done so many interviews and answered so many questions that you might feel it's a greater privilege to see behind the door of a fiercely private person instead, if forced to choose. stephen fry and simon amstell are great examples of people i've loved so long, respect so much, find endlessly funny and interesting and inspiring — but they've been so generous with their lives and thoughts that there are other comedians & writers i'd never know 1/100th as well even after a three-hour dinner and their undivided attention, and i may selfishly, desperately want to. i say "may" because i don't really blame anyone who would prefer to live in ignorance about their favourite comedians & writers and just enjoy them through their work. sometimes i think that's how i feel about victoria; she's so witty and so smart and represents so much of what i respect about women in her industry that i love her to bits, but because her opinions can be so strong and even acerbic i'm intimidated by the reality that we may clash in some of our ways of thinking — and, selfishly, i don't necessarily want to face that. anyways—

if we were having dinner all of us together, i think it'd be nice to pick 3 people who are friends and would have a lot to talk about amongst themselves — since i'd mostly be there as a voyeur, or to ask a question to spurn on more stories. there are also comedians i'd pick in this scenario because they'd do much better amongst their own kind than a one on one with a normie...

do you ever regret asking me these kinds of questions bc my answers are always so long and qualified and boring like i type this shit out thinking "who would ever read all this or care even half as much just list the fucking comedians" im so sorry for who i am

...like, really, someone like alex horne...he'll be much better in a group, with his friends to play off of...but fock he's kinda hard to fit in with my other faves...

OKAY

i think for a group dinner i'd enjoy so much seeing catherine tate, lee mack, and david tennant. how epic would be that? the oldest of friends, who used to be in a group on the circuit as kids, and the long-time colleagues and icons, who have ruled tv culture with their talent and their charisma; three open, warm people, all legends in their own rights, with endless stories, who may not otherwise show lower-key sides of themselves. i'd sit at that table forever, i think, learning about the comedy scene, the acting scene, television and movies, how the industry circles have overlapped and evolved and helped and hurt. i could sit at that table forever, i think.

as for one on one dinners, it's too difficult not to say david mitchell (is that so predictable ╥﹏╥ ), who is someone who feels close but far; i think — apart from his love of history — he's offered many more scratched surfaces than deep dives, and i deeply appreciate the spectrum of his career and interests. i couldn't keep him too long because i don't think he appreciates going on and on about himself, and i'm sure i couldn't be too interesting, but man what an experience that would be no matter if it was just a short tea! otherwise, i would say sean lock and...as a kind of wild card...richard osman. i think a lot of people will relate to sean, just wanting to see him again, just wanting a moment of his humanity, his great balance between accepting the harsh and coping what we can. richard is a strikingly fascinating person — the younger brother of a famous rockstar and a massive comedy nerd who went on to become one of the richest comedy tv producers and now a crime author? talk about containing multitudes. he's been around for so long but really hasn't given much of himself away — i'm so curious about his life! and he seems such a polite, gentle, intelligent, insightful person, i think the conversation would just be so enlightening!

as you can imagine i have about 15 other people i'd be dying dying dying to have dinner with but i stuck with the prompt!!! sorry i was so word vomit about it >.<

the thing is julian has 0% dad energy — what he has is INTENSE rich childfree aunt energy. she’s gonna come around for dinner once in a while and wear that fake smile around the kids that makes it very obvious she’s not into them but is happy for you and talk about her recent trip to paris and after about two hours she has to leave 1) to go to the theatre but mostly 2) for her own sanity. as for lucy and sam, i saw an amazing exchange (i think on tiktok?? idr) discussing the quite serious difference at the foundations of james acaster’s and sam campbell’s comedy, since they’re being often erroneously compared, and someone made a point that went more or less like this: “the basis of james’ comedy is the fact he is a deeply angry, self-loathing and mentally ill person. sam is just a toddler who has had way too many lollipops.” and…that’s it. older sister lucy and younger brother sam have had too many lollies — you can even find some in their hair 🍭🍭

well you know what i watched an episode of pointless where THIS FUCKING CLUE got 86!!!!!!!!!! 14 people didn’t get sheep!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so frankly i don’t trust this audience anyways!!!!

hahaha no i just threw it together for that ask post that’s why it’s so sloppy 😂 you can use it if you want!

BONK

aw anon that's so nice! like i said, someone else made that action and i would love to know who (well, i know their name is ana, but have never found their blog in all these years) — the whole community is built on sharing resources and tips! hope you're having fun :')

get out of here!!! these were so sweet. thank you so much. to echo my answer to the anon before these, it's a huge community effort and the people who rip this content are my heroes. i'm happy you have some resources to help you smile and laugh 🥹

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[obsob]

hey! what are your special interests! what u into! :D

hello !!! my special interests generally are cats, frog shaped items (usually plushies. i hve a modest collection) though not frogs the real life animal so much (even though they are good), fantasy books and video games and outer space stuff :3

as for specifics: i like black holes and big intergalactic stuff bc its neat.

im reading the farseer trilogy rn and losing my mind about it - my favourite stand alone books rn are probably the goblin emperor by katherine addison, and the raven tower by ann leckie / my favourite series are so far realm of the elderlings by robin hobb, the books of the raksura by martha wells, lays of the hearth-fire by victoria goddard and ....captive prince by c.s.pacat

my biggest video game interests are rain world and hollow knight, though they are both sleeping in my brain rn, i also love stardew (i recently got true perfection!!!), i am playing katamari reroll rn n loving it. and i also like fnaf bc it comes free with an autism diagnosis

#barks #obsob answer #now. is captive prince problematic. yes. does it also slap. yesyeysyeysyeysyeys #i love reading goodreads reviews for cp n people being like ! >:0 like u read the synopsis. what did u expect #annyway it slaps. just use critical thinking #i read a rlly good fanfic series recently called marionette poppet prince which if u hve read cp i cannot rec enough #its i think actually. better written than the trilogy KAFADJKF #also......in regards to fnaf i am...making...a dca crochet plush im sjbdhkdsgksd #they hve jingle bells!!!!!!!!!! ring irng inring ring!!! #i lov crochet and knitting...maybe that also is special interest i cant tell #i like doing thinkg with hand making soft thing :3! #i lov tlaking abt autism feel free to send me autism questions i will stare at them like this o.o

[1800-fight-me]

Freaks & Geeks

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (No Y/N)

Rating: T (although as a general rule my blog is 18+)

Warnings: fluff, cursing, making out

Word count: 3.7k

Author’s note: I’m back bitches and I’ve got a new hyperfixation bc whattup I’m Jared I'm 19 and I never fucking learned how to be normal about fictional characters (lol) 

SO! The reader is described as a senior in high school with Eddie and is also 18! The only physical description of the reader is that she’s shorter than Eddie. (I think- lmk if that’s not the case) Also there will definitely be at least one more part to this story!  

P.S. Here’s a link to my masterlist if you’d like to check out my other writing! Also! My taglist is always open- leave me a comment or an ask if you’d like to be added!

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“Here goes the freak again,” your friend Victoria muttered to you. 

You looked up from your book to see Eddie Munson across the lunchroom standing on one of the tables ranting about god knows what. 

You snorted a laugh, not at her comment, but at his theatrics. 

You admired him honestly. He was himself, unlike most of the phoneys in this godforsaken school. It also helped that he was pretty. 

“Honestly what is this guy’s deal?” 

“Probably that the popular crowd are annoying as fuck,” you said and she laughed. 

“He’s right about that,” she conceded. 

“Did you hear that Chrissy and Jason-“ 

“Don’t really care,” you said, still staring at Eddie. 

“Careful, the hearts are starting to show in your eyes,” she said with a giggle and an elbow to your side. 

“What?! Are not!” you hissed at her and finally ripped your eyes from Eddie to look at her. 

She continued her laughter and you elbowed her back which caused her to laugh even louder. 

“It's not funny,” you muttered and returned your attention to your book. 

“Sure, like anyone could possibly have a crush on Eddie “the freak” Munson.” 

“Yeah, can you imagine?” you replied with an unconvincing laugh and grimace. 

But every time Victoria was distracted you glanced over at Eddie, you couldn’t help yourself. It was a habit you were frankly addicted to. 

He grinned at his friend next to him and you sighed wishing he was smiling at you. 

You wondered if his fluffy curly hair was as soft as it looked. You wanted to run your hands through it. 

And his hands, adorned with gaudy rings, were large. You knew they were, you handed him a pencil in class last week and it looked tiny in his hand. You couldn’t stop your mind from drifting and thinking about what it would feel like to have those hands on you. 

And his eyes, anytime he spoke to you in class you felt like you were drowning in the soft warmth of his brown eyes. How could anyone accuse him of being the devil when he has such soft innocent puppy eyes? 

“Hello?” Victoria snapped her fingers near your face in an attempt to get your attention. 

“Huh?” 

“Dear lord, you actually are checking him out aren’t you?” 

Everyone around you was packing up and heading to the next class. 

You snatched your book and the partially eaten sandwich in front of you and mumbled, “I don't know what the hell you're talking about. I'm heading to class.” 

“Wait!” She grabbed your arm as she caught up with you and walked towards your respective classes together

“Sorry, I won't tease you anymore. Even if you have terrible taste in guys.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t you have a crush on one of Jason’s lackeys?” 

“Shhh!” 

“He’s a douche just like the rest of them,” you muttered. 

“Eddie is a drug dealer!” 

“Yeah but he’s nice,” you said with a shrug. 

“Everyone demonizes him for being a dealer like they’re not all buying from him. It’s hypocritical,” you said firmly. 

“Damn that’s a good point. You sure you're not being influenced by how, and I quote, pretty he is?” 

You whipped your head around and glared at her as you reached the door to your next class. 

“You said that entirely too loud,” you hissed and she laughed and waved as she walked away. 

You walked into the classroom and slumped into your seat and rested your head on your desk. You tried your hardest to banish the conversation from your mind, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the metalhead that was late to class, to no one’s surprise. 

Class started and you struggled to pay attention. 

Eddie slipped in a few minutes late with a half assed excuse and a wink towards you as you giggled at the teacher’s exasperation. 

The teacher handed out worksheets, busywork yet again. 

God, senior year was such a drag. You sighed as you pulled a pencil out of your backpack. 

“Pssst.” 

You looked back to see Eddie smirking at you. 

“Any chance I could borrow a pencil?” 

You raised your eyebrows at him as your lips turned up into a smile. 

You nodded and turned to grab another pencil from your bag. 

“Maybe you should come to class more prepared,” you teased as you handed it to him. 

“Now why would I do that when I have you?” He said with an award winning smile and a wink. 

You looked away, visibly flustered and grinning. 

You heard him chuckle and you just about melted into your seat. 

You managed to finish your worksheet, but couldn’t stop yourself from glancing back at Eddie a few times. 

His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he, wait a minute, he wasn’t even working on the worksheet. He was doodling on the back of it. 

You snorted a laugh and he glanced up at you. He smiled at you, again, and you tried not to swoon. Honestly, the crush you have on him is ridiculous at this point. 

“You know the answer to number one?”

“Yeah, it’s 4.7,” you whispered back. 

“Awesome, and what about number two?”

“Eddie!” you whisper-yelled. 

He had the decency to look sheepish at your admonition. 

You rolled your eyes and checked to make sure your teacher wasn’t watching. She wasn’t, thank goodness, as she was talking to someone in the front row. 

You discretely handed him your worksheet and with a smile he quickly copied all of your answers before slipping it back to you. 

You put the paper back neatly on your desk and breathed a sigh of relief and stopped watching your teacher like a hawk. 

“Thanks. You’re the best,” Eddie said as he reached over and squeezed your hand. 

You were really worried about the power he had over you. All he had to do was bat his pretty brown eyes and you were putty in his hands. 

You were not the type of person to cheat or let others cheat off you, honestly Eddie is the only person you’d ever even let copy your homework. 

And you hated it but breaking the rules with him thrilled you. You wanted to let him corrupt you even more. 

You’d always been so uptight, you never broke rules, you were the perfect student and daughter, had good grades, and never partied. You were so bored with your life. 

You admired Eddie because he didn’t give a fuck what others thought about him. You wished you could be so bold. 

The teacher called out both your names in a reprimanding tone which caused you both to whip your heads around towards her and Eddie dropped his hand from its place on top of yours. 

“Mr. Munson, have you completed your worksheet?”

“Oh absolutely,” he replied with a shit eating grin and you stifled your giggle. “Good, everyone pass them to the front of the class. If you’re done you may leave.”

You and Eddie both rush to pass your papers forward and leave the classroom. 

He threw his arm around your shoulder as you reached the door and walked along with you in the nearly empty hallway towards your locker. 

“I’m in your debt, what ever can I do to repay you?” he asked in a dramatic tone. 

You smiled and rolled your eyes, “I don’t know, maybe bring your own pencil to class?”

“Ah but then I wouldn’t have an excuse to talk to you.”

“You don’t need an excuse to talk to me,” you mumbled as you looked down at the floor. 

“Really?” he asked with a smirk and you smiled bashfully as you looked up at him. You were hyper aware of his arm around your shoulder and the warmth of his side against yours. 

“Have you ever played D&D?”

You raised an eyebrow at him and he chuckled. 

“Right, right, sorry, you’re too pretty to play such a nerdy game.”

“I did not say tha-”

“I’m saying it. You’re really pretty,” he said as you both stopped walking and stood in front of your locker. He removed his arm from your shoulder and placed his hand on the locker next to you as you leaned back on it. 

“Y-you’re really pretty too,” you said as you bit your lip and looked up at him. 

“Do you want to hang out later?” he asked, his voice softer. 

“To play D&D?” you ask skeptically.

He laughed, “No, we can do whatever you want, sweetheart.”

You smiled then said, “Wait, this isn’t just because I let you cheat off me, right?”

He placed his hand on his heart and staggered back a few steps like you stabbed him. He gasped and widened his eyes dramatically, which caused you to huff out a laugh. 

“Of course not. How could you think that?” He said, lips turned into a grin as he came close to you again. He placed his hands on the locker behind you, one on each side of your head and your laughter caught in your throat. 

“I’ve been working up the courage to ask you out for a while. What do you say? Tomorrow night around seven? I can pick you up.”

“Y-yeah that sounds really nice.” 

The bell rang and the hallway was suddenly flooded with other students. 

“Bitchin’. I’ll see you then,” he placed his hand on the side of your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb. 

You looked up at him, wide eyed and flustered as your heart raced. 

He smiled at you one more time before he walked away. 

You heaved a breath as you watched him disappear into the crowd and leaned your head back onto the locker and closed your eyes. 

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” you muttered to yourself as you turned around and opened your locker. 

—--------------------

The rest of your day passed uneventfully, though maybe that was because you were so distracted with thoughts of Eddie you couldn’t focus on much else. 

“Victoria!” you yelled and grabbed her by the arm as she walked past you without seeing you. 

She laughed, “Hey, I was looking for you!”

She linked her arm in yours and started walking with you out of the school and towards the parking lot. 

“So I heard…”

“Hold up. Me first. I have news.”

She smirked and her eyes sparkled like she knew what you were going to say. 

“Eddie asked me out!”

She squealed and you couldn’t help but squeal with her. 

“I was hoping that’s what happened! The whole school was talking about you and him!”

You laughed and couldn’t stop smiling. 

“Yeah he asked me out after class. I’m freaking out, we have to go to the mall. I have nothing to wear,” you said as you tugged her towards your car. 

“Yay! This is the best day ever. I knew you had a massive crush on him.”

“Yeah, great detective skills, Sherlock,” you snorted as you let go of her arm and unlocked your car. 

As soon as you both were settled in the car you tore off towards the mall, intent on finding the perfect outfit. 

______

“I’m so nervous I think I’m gonna throw up,” you said, phone cradled between your shoulder and head as you finished painting your nails. 

“Take some deep breaths. It’s going to be okay,” Victoria soothes. 

She heard you take the deep breath she ordered and she laughed. 

“You have the perfect outfit. You’re going to look-”

“Bitchin’?”

She snorted, “Yeah hun, you’re going to look bitchin’.” 

“What if…”

“He’s gonna love you. I promise.”

“It’s not that…”

The silence lingered for a few moments. 

“What?”

“I might have exaggerated my history with guys the last time we played truth or dare,” you said as you bit your lip. 

She gasped, “Truth or dare is sacred! How could you?”

“I was embarrassed!”

“So? How far have you gone?”

“Um… well it was like a year ago and-”

“Seth, right?”

“Yeah, we uh we only ever made out a little bit,” you said, nerves coloring your tone. 

“What? He told the whole school that-”

“Yeah well he’s a liar,” you grumbled. “He wanted to go further but I was scared and he was being a dick about it so I dumped him.”

“Oh hun,” she said sympathetically. 

“Yeah, so uh, yeah. There’s that,” you mumbled. 

“Okay, don’t stress. This is only a first date, okay? And besides, Eddie is nice. He’s only had two girlfriends since middle school and neither of them have ever said a bad word about him. I’m sure he wouldn’t pressure you. He might be a total freak, but clearly you’re into that. It’ll be fine,” she reassured and you nodded along with her words. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” you said as you took another deep breath. 

“And if he’s anything but a perfect gentleman I’ll beat his ass,” she threatened and you laughed. 

“You’re the best, thank you,” you said. 

“Of course, hun! How long until he picks you up?”

You craned your neck to look at the clock in your kitchen. 

“Shit. Fifteen minutes. I gotta go get dressed. Thank god my nail polish is already dry.”

“Okay have fun! Call me tomorrow to tell me how it went!” 

“Will do! Bye!”

You slammed the phone into the receiver and raced to your room to change into the outfit you had picked out. 

_______________

“You see that one there?,” he pointed up and to the left, ”That’s ursa major.”

You laid beside Eddie on a blanket next to lover’s lake and stared up at the stars.All the get to know you topics had already been covered and he made you laugh so much your cheeks hurt from smiling. His side was pressed against yours and you reveled in his warmth. The food he brought for the picnic was already consumed and the first date jitters were long gone. The moment was peaceful and the warmth of his presence warded off the chill of the night air. 

“Oh really?”

He snorted, “No idea.” 

You giggled and shoved his arm. 

“Hey! It could be!” 

“It could also be literally anything else,” you teased and he laughed with you. 

“Those ones together look like a dragon,” you said as you pointed up. 

His gaze followed your finger. 

“Totally,” he agreed with you. 

He placed his hand on your arm and slid it up so his hand was cupping yours and moved your finger to point it at a different constellation. 

“Those ones look like a wizard,” he said as he smoothly brought your hand down and intertwined his fingers with yours. 

“Oh, it even has a hat!” you exclaimed and he chuckled with you. 

“So, I haven’t asked yet, but, what alternate dimension did I fall into that you wanted to go out with me?” he asked and his tone was joking but there was a current of vulnerability you could feel.

“What?”

You looked over at him and studied his profile in the dark. 

“I mean, you’re pretty much perfect-”

You cringed and he looked over at you. 

“Don’t call me that, please,” you whispered. 

“I- I’m so tired of being perfect. I feel like I don’t even know who I am because I’ve been so tied up in trying to be perfect for everyone else. And you, you’re amazing! You are completely yourself and do whatever you want to do and I admire you for that,” you said passionately. 

“Wow. Well I can definitely show you the ropes on how to be imperfect and land far below everyone’s expectations.” 

“Eddie-”

“No, listen, seriously, you are amazing and I just don’t understand-”

“Eddie! Stop- stop putting yourself down. I have had a crush on you for years, okay? And-and not to be creepy but my life is so boring and the most exciting part of my day is watching you be so-”

“Batshit insane?” he supplied when you couldn’t find the words. 

You snorted, “Sure, if that’s how you want to phrase it. I just feel like I’ve wasted all of high school. Like, it’s supposed to suck but it’s also supposed to be fun, right?”

“I can show you how to have fun, sweetheart,” he murmured and you felt your face flush with heat as you flustered. 

It was so dark you could barely see him, but throughout the conversation the two of you had edged closer to one another and with every breath you took, your chest brushed against his. 

He placed a large hand on the side of your face before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. 

His plush lips were soft and gentle yet insistent on yours. He pulled back to give you a chance to breathe but only a beat later you surged forward to kiss him again. 

His hand slipped from your cheek to the side of your neck and you gripped his shirt as he deepened the kiss. 

You kissed him, desperately as a fire ignited inside you that you’d never felt before. 

You slipped your hand into his hair and tangled it between your fingers and he groaned into your mouth as his tongue slipped against yours. 

You rolled from your side to your back and yanked him with you so he was on top of you. Your chest heaved against his and his thigh slipped between yours. 

The hand that wasn’t on the side of your neck was gripping your waist and you made a high pitched whimpering sound you’d never made before. 

“Fuck, sweetheart you’re going to kill me,” he groaned as he pulled back. 

You cut off your sound of disappointment from his abrupt end of the kiss as his lips moved to your jaw then down your neck. 

Your hands moved everywhere they could reach, you gripped the muscles in his arms, his shoulders, down his back, before you slipped your hands under his shirt to feel his skin. 

He sucked on your pulse point and you gasped and your hands on his back attempted to pull him impossibly closer. 

And then, oh god, his teeth, his teeth were on your neck and you moaned, loud enough to probably echo across lover’s lake. 

“Eddie,” you whined as he chuckled and repeated the action on the other side of your neck. 

You tugged his face back up and eagerly pressed your lips against his once again. 

He moaned your name into your mouth as his tongue tangled with yours. 

He kissed you for what honestly could have been hours, you lost track of time as you drowned in him. 

“Hey! You kids down there better get out of here!” a man shouted as a flashlight shined on the two of you. 

You squealed as Eddie laughed boisterously and scrambled up onto his feet. He yanked you up with him, grabbed the blanket you had been laying on, and with his hand holding onto yours he raced towards his van. 

You stumbled as you struggled to keep up with him and he wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you upright as you both kept running. 

You were giggling now with him as he led you to the passenger side door and helped you into your seat. He raced in front of the van, and jumped and clicked his heels together with a wink towards you, before he yanked the door open on the driver’s side and jumped in. 

You were still giggling as he said, “You ready, sweetheart?”

He leaned in to kiss you again and you pushed his face away, “Eddie! Drive!” 

He chuckled as he drove like a bat out of hell away from the lake and back towards town. 

You turned the volume up as AC/DC played through the speakers and Eddie gaped at you as you headbanged along to the music. 

“You’re my goddamn dream girl, I swear!” he yelled over the music and you laughed. 

You sunk into your seat as he pulled into your driveway. 

You looked over at him, hand over the bottom of your face as you suddenly felt bashful again. 

He grinned at you as he turned the music down to a volume more conducive to talking. 

“I had a really good time tonight,” you said.

“Even though we almost got busted by the cops?”

You shoved at his bicep as you laughed. 

“That wasn’t really a cop, was it?”

“Nah it was probably just old Mr. Wilkerson, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

You rolled your eyes as you unbuckled your seatbelt. 

“So my band has a gig tomorrow night, you wanna come?” he asked, voice hopeful. 

“Um, at The Hideout, right?”

“Yeah! Normally we play on Tuesday nights but the band that plays tomorrow night canceled so they asked us to fill in. Isn’t that great?”

You smiled as his grin reached practically from ear to ear.

“Yeah, that’s awesome! I just- uh- I don’t have a fake ID,” you mumbled, embarrassed as you bit your lip. 

“Oh! Don’t worry, baby. They won’t card you unless you try to order alcohol.” 

You smiled bashfully at the term of endearment coming from his lips. 

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow night then.”

He reached over and pulled you to him as he planted a firm kiss on your lips. 

“Goodnight,” you said as you pulled back. 

“Mmmhmm,” he hummed as he pulled you in again, and again, and again until you were giggling against his lips. 

“Eddie, I have to go,” you whined.

“Just one more,” he said as he grinned and kissed you deeply. 

He pulled back and you pulled him back in with a whispered, “Just one more.” 

It was barely a kiss as you both couldn’t stop smiling, you kissed his cheek then quickly opened the door of the van and hopped out before you were tempted to stay with him forever. 

“See you tomorrow, Eds,” you said with a grin. 

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart,” he called out as you shut the door. 

He rolled his window down and wolf whistled at you as he watched you run up to your front door. 

You turned and stuck your tongue out at him which caused him to chuckle deeply as he turned the music back up and drove away.

Everything taglist:

@spideysimpossiblegirl @dinandgone @ohpedromypedro @littlemisspascal @tombraider42017 @kirsteng42 @just-here-for-the-moment

Eddie taglist:

@bunnywritesmarvel @crazycookiecrumbles​ @kindnonny23-2​

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female! reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

[sexygaywizard]

95-100 for the spotify wrapped thing

Starting from 95… kind of a guilty pleasure track lol

96: a BOP the vibes on this on are so good it just automatically makes you feel like you’re having a good day

97: I haven’t listened to this track that much tbh but it’s just on here bc I’ve listened to the whole album all the way through so much lol. Stan Victoria Monét

98: Really under appreciated artist I found out about recently, highly encourage going through and listening to his albums bc they slap front to back no skips

99: lol the kpop sneaks its way in. A nice vibey low range r&b type track :)

100: Score study piece 😭 I’m singing this for grad auditions and my juries and it’s hard as fuck

#I answer #Spotify wrapped

[sluttywonwoo]

Hello helloo, so I've been having a little debate with my friend about who in svt would be a sucker for a nice-smelling s/o (my take is that hannie, shua, hoshi, and scoups are most sensitive to it!) but I'd be curious to know what you think are seventeen's favorite scents/perfumes? :)

seungcheol: anything expensive tbh… name brand shit like dior and louis vuitton

jeonghan: floral scents for sure!! any type of flower, but especially rose

joshua: perfumes that try to emulate fresh linens or clean laundry with a hint of femininity

jun: lavender bc it puts him to sleep

soonyoung: pheromones those victoria’s secret perfumes that every girl kept in their backpacks in high school

wonwoo: old spice deodorant, specifically figi (no this isn’t bc that’s what i use 👀)

jihoon: Axe Body Spray

seokmin: prefers plain soap to any artificial scent!!

mingyu: cocoa butter

minghao: might be a little on the nose but green tea or white tea scents. those are my personal favorites too they smell so good

seungkwan: warm scents like vanilla or cinnamon… he loves when you wear sweet fragrances bc he thinks you’re the sweetest

vernon: anything with earthy notes in it like mahogany or birch

chan: fruity scents like green apple or cherry

#ab jihoon’s… i’m only half kidding #answered #anon #seventeen concepts #seventeen headcanons #svt concepts #svt headcanons

[vitaegratis]

Well, hello! It's my pleasure to welcome you to March! You've made it 61 days into 2024. Somehow, to me, that feels both too many days and too few. I hope this month has great things in store for you- Better than what February bestowed you. I hope that you're able to heal; Heal from things you're vocal about, and most especially that you're able to heal from things that you aren't vocal about. To heal is to grieve. So let yourself feel what you need. I believe as the days grow longer and she sunshine comes near that better things will come our way. I'm here for you, and I'm cheering you on. Take this time to celebrate another month down by doing some self-care, whatever it make look like for you. Until next week! -- 💜💜 Victoria

“Our sorrows and wounds are healed only when we touch them with compassion.” — Buddha

Well hi!

61 days feels surreal. Wow.

The past month wasn’t Horrible but it wasn’t particularly great either - it’s marked by some sad memories as you know; but all things considered I can’t complain. I’ll continue to heal, and I’ll continue to grow, and as the days themselves grow longer I’m thankful I have such wonderful friends such as yourself to support me. Don’t forget that I’m here for you as well, and I’m cheering you on! And mind your own self care advice, bc it’s good advice.

#havvkinsqueen

[haru-on-internet]

rainbow high ss4 ep3 thoughts

spoiler below cut!!

why is aidan such a mess like wasn't he supposed to be the A's? he got done dirty #justiceforaidan

all of the A's are done dirty in general like ainsley more like ainslayed by the plot hello

i'm not sure how i feel about rh team being all cooperative and cordial while sh team is catfighting and pissing over one another bc it's not like rh doesn't have sassy mean girl type? i guess they don't wanna repeat the story beat of last ep but i still wish there'd be some edge

the shoes are so pretty and i want them irl!!! the rest of the runway fit tho... kinda mid. it's giving knock off barbie. maria was capping when she said the accessories popped bruh

til victoria and delilah are 2 separate characters

#rainbow high #txt

[damonjuicyscock]

Pictures of You - Chapter 16 (90's Liam Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 2000's Liam Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst (Mention of blood bc Liam and Noel fighting... AGAIN), fluff, smutty (Oral female receiving, P in V sex, protected sex, listen to Liam and ALWAYS WEAR A CONDOM).

Words: 2429

Summary: Back on tour with Oasis in 2000 as their official photographer as you've always been, you find it hard to have a moment alone with your husband. Also, Barcelona in May 2000 doesn't go as expected.

A/N: Hello ! I am back only today, but college is really being a pain in the arse so I'm sorry if the chapter only comes now. I beg you all please to be indulgent and not to leave me comments when I'm late, I know it, but sadly I can't do otherwise, I'm doing everything that I can to work on both college homework and my writings here. ;)

Anyway, here's chapter 16 (Anyway here's Wonderwall), I hope you'll enjoy it as per usual, next chapter will be the epilogue (yes Liam is leaving us for now, but he will come back of course !) and I don't know when it'll be published, (probably this weekend, because this time, no homework to do, at least at the moment.)

Enjoy !

(Damn this man...)

2000:

Back on tour with Oasis, with a baby.

It wasn’t simple, you can tell, so for each gig, Maggie was looking after baby Lennon while I was taking pictures.

Meg had also brought Noel’s and her’s new-born baby girl Anais.

Having a sexual life was also complicated.

Lennon was sleeping well and generally slept through the night, but as if by chance, everytime Liam and I were trying to go at it, Lennon started crying, which always caused Liam and I to argue. The thing being none’s fault. Draw.

It wasn’t until the end of the first part of the European tour that Liam and I got to be alone.

Peggy came a few days in London and was staying at Paul’s. With his agreement, she asked us if we agreed on letting her take Lennon with her for us to be just us two.

And oh, thank you Peggy.

March 28th 2000- a train from London Victoria:

Liam, where are we going?

Not gonna tell ye, it’s a surprise.

Can you at least give me a clue?

Nope, it would ruin everything. He answered

It was 11 am and we were on a train, going nowhere, or at least, somewhere I didn’t know where.

When we arrived in Chertsey, I immediately understood.

Don’t tell me that’s what I think! I exclaimed

And what d’ye think?

That we’re going to Thorpe Park.

And yer fucking right. He answered, smiling

Liam, I’m 30.

And?

And I’m 30, that’s all, I may be too old for that shit.

Shut yer cake ‘ole love, there is no age to have fun. Remember?

Remember what? I answered, holding both his hands

We’re gonna live forever sweetheart. So let’s fucking have fun.

Liam would always stay young in a way, that’s a fact.

And he would always make us feel like it.

So ready to feel like a kid again?

Fuck yes. I answered, kissing him

We left the train station, walking to the amusement park.

And we wouldn’t only be kids again. We would feel intense thrills only adults like us can feel.

We had fun, you can say it.

Screaming on the top of our lungs and holding hands in rollercoasters, getting soaked on the loggers leap and laughing out loud, stopping to kiss passionately in the middle of a labyrinth, eating cotton candies and candy apples.

And without knowing it, I realized I needed this day more than ever.

We came back in London, where Liam took me on a date in a lovely restaurant on the docks. The restaurant was charming and after leaving it, we went for a little walk.

Liam had bought a bottle of rum for us to share at home, while watching a movie.

Without doing it on purpose, Liam put the adult channel and there was a porn.

We both inclined our heads looking at the actress’s position.

That’s… He started

Complicated to reproduce. I pursued

It requires…

A lot of flexibility and training. She’s definitely a gymnast. What.The. Fuck.

Yea, what the fuck.

Liam put another channel.

We’re definitely fucking not doing this.

No indeed, we’re not.

Liam looked at me.

No Liam, we’re not.

What? So I can’t fucking look at ye without ye thinking I’m a fucking perv? I was going to ask ye what ye want to watch! He laughed

Sorry my love. I have an idea.

Tell me.

The mirror on the ceiling of our bedroom.

Oh… Ye wanna cuddle and sleep?

You totally misunderstood me Li’. I said, a grin on my face

Oh, I see! Ye want me to be ye movie don’t ye?

Yes, that’s the idea.

But what kind of movie?

Oh, I’ll let you decide what kind.

Liam approached me, put his hand on my hips and started kissing me.

While he deepened the kiss, I laid down on the couch, with him on top of me.

I felt his hands wander a bit everywhere and tugged at the hem of my PJ tee.

I let him take it off me and I did the same with his.

He got the access to my breasts and started kissing them. I moved uncomfortably.

Don’t worry baby, you’re still beautiful. You’re even more.

I smiled, relieved.

His lips kept sliding down until he found the hem of my PJ shorts.

May I? He asked

You better. I answered, smiling

He tore it off me, not wanting to wait anymore, leaving me in my undies.

And now, we’re pursuing this in our bedroom. He said, looking at me with love and lust

He took me in a bridal style, transporting me in our bedroom and laid me on our bed, him on top of me.

Now look at the mirror on the ceiling and let me make ye feel good sweetheart.

He slid my undies off and started licking at my clit, causing me to throw my head back on the pillows, while looking at what Liam was doing to me in the mirror.

It was so arousing, and I was wet.

Soon, I flet my orgasm approach.

Are ye close baby? Ye wanna come?

Fuck… please Li’, make me…

He sped the movements of his tongue, and I became a moaning mess, my whole body trembling in pleasure, Liam holding my hips down on the bed, helping me riding over my climax.

When I came down from my high, I felt my husband move to take the rest of his clothes off.

He was about to enter me, but I stopped him.

Li’.

Wot? Ye changed yer mind?

Hell no! But…

But what?

Huh… condom?

Oh yea, sure, soz, I forgot ‘bout that.

I wasn’t taking the pill anymore; I didn’t want to. But I didn’t want another child. At least, not yet.

Liam fumbled in the night table and took out a little blue package of it.

H ripped it open with his teeth and rolled the condom on his hard member.

This time we’re ready. He said

He kissed me and slowly entered me.

I hissed in pain. It had been quite some time that we didn’t do anything, and Lennon’s birth also probably acted on this.

Are ye okay? Liam asked, worried

Yes, just give me a few minutes please.

Of course love. He answered, smiling at me

Liam let me get adjusted to his size and left kisses everywhere while doing so.

I got to relax, and I finally nodded, indicating to Liam that he could move.

He started thrusting in me, slowly, making love to me.

My eyes were riveted to the mirror, looking at Liam’s hips rolling against mine, and looking at his exquisite ass.

Fuck… Yer so tight… I love ye Y/N… Do ye like to watch me make love to ye?

I answered with a loud moan.

I’ll take this as a yes. He added, also moaning

My nails dug in his back. Seeing both Liam’s body moving against mine and his face contorsionning with pleasure threw me over the edge.

Oh God… Liam…

Ye wanna come? Yer close baby?

Yes!

He sped up his movements and my body started shaking in pleasure again and left me being only whimpers and cries.

My eyes shut themselves in the process, and I heard Liam grunt loudly a first time.

I love you Liam… I love you…

I love ye Y/N. So fucking much!

Liam grunted again and this time, he spilled himself in the condom.

He collapsed next to me, and we laughed, taking time to come down from our ecstasy.

Wow, what a day… I said

I know, right? He answered

We laughed again

Still so proud of himself. I added

I am proud, would ye like to talk to him? He pursued

I kissed him a few times, starting to tickle him.

And this morning, me missus was telling me that she was too old to have fun and now yer tickling me as if we were fucking teens.

Yes, I know. And you’re right Li’. I’m not too old. Fuck… I’m fucking thirsty. I’ll go have a drink.

Leave it to me. What d’ye want to drink?

Well I know someone who has bought a nice bottle of rum earlier…

Liam smiled at me.

I’m going.

He kissed me before leaving the bedroom.

When he entered the kitchen, I heard him yell like a little girl.

Li’ are you okay?

Y/N, Help me please!

I put on my nightgown and join him in the kitchen. Liam was sat on the table, his legs drawn up against him.

Hey, what is it? I asked, worried

The…the…the mouse, just here. He said panicked, showing me the little animal with his finger

Huh what?

I’M FUCKING SCARED OF MICE Y/N! He shouted

Oh boy. The man never had feared his violent father and his big brother but was scared of mice. What a paradox.

*

Being married to the man Liam Gallagher is, had its good and bad moments as you all know.

And a bad moment came, again. This time it had nothing to do with me or cheating on me.

It was fare more worse than that. It was attacking his own family.

May 24th 2000- Barcelona-Spain:

On this day, Oasis were supposed to play in Barcelona.

But Whitey had tendinitis, so the show was cancelled but postponed to July.

So the guys spent the whole night drinking. Liam and Noel seemed to go along, as if Liam had grown up since our son was born.

I took this as an opportunity to take pictures of the band.

But oh, Liam can be a pain in the arse and be a total fucker when he’s drunk, he should never have ventured into such grave territory as that on which he has embarked.

Noel was showing pictures of Anais to the rest of the band, proud of the dad he became 5 months before.

Maybe was he joking as he always told me, or maybe was he serious, but Liam’s humor wasn’t to everyone’s taste. Especially Noel.

Oh I’m soz Noel… Liam started

Fer what?

Yer daughter.

Why? Ye think she’s ugly, don’t ye?

Oh no, she’s pretty!

Then what the fuck our kid?

I’m just soz fer ye that she’s not yers.

Fuck off! Noel answered, laughing at first

No really, I mean it. Ye really should take a paternity test, she doesn’t look like ye at all.

Liam! Shut the fuck up! I said, shocked, thinking he was being serious

Yo, what d’ye mean? Noel said, starting to get angry

What is it right, is that yer missus has most likely gone elsewhere during our studio sessions in France.

Liam, stop it! I shouted

Take this back right now William. Noel threatened

Well I’m soz but I’m just helping ye face the fucking truth man.

Oh shit, here we go again… I said, rolling my eyes but starting to panic

Noel threw himself on his brother and started hitting him and punching him. Liam tried to defend himself, but Noel was so enraged that the adrenaline of the moment made him stronger than he originally was.

He split his brother’s lip open, blood spilling out of it.

Gem and Alan tried to separate them and finally got to, Noel still wanting to take the life out of his younger brother.

I helped Liam to get up.

I’m fucking leaving, ye went too far this time! Noel yelled

Oi, I was joking! Can’t ye take a joke anymore?

It wasn’t fucking funny Li’! I answered

Noel opened and slammed the door; I ran after him in the hotel’s corridor.

Noel, wait, don’t go! I said, grabbing his arm

No Y/N, I’m soz but I’m leaving, ye won’t change me mind.

Listen, Noel, He’s drunk, he doesn’t mean…

Stop defending him Y/N! He has no excuse! None!

Yes, you’re right, he has no excuse, but alcohol…

Alcohol is not a reason, he can’t act like this because he drank too much, he has no right to! I’m leaving, I go back to me wife and daughter. Take care Y/N.

You too Noely.

I went back in the room we were in and saw Liam with a tissue in one of his nose holes so he wouldn’t bleed on the carpets.

He’s a crazy fucking bastard! I was only joking!

The fact Noel was leaving pissed me off even more.

I went towards Liam and slapped him.

You fucking idiot! I yelled

Oi!

There is no Oi! For fuck’s sake Liam, don’t joke with this kind of things!

Not me fault if me humor’s not Mr Chief’s taste!

This isn’t fucking funny! Wouldn’t you feel insulted if it was about Lennon and I?

Liam knew he was wrong, but he hated it.

Ye know what, fuck off Y/N. Shut the fuck up, I don’t wanna hear yer fucking voice.

Nice, you won’t hear it then. But think about booking another bedroom because you’re not sleeping with me tonight!

Perfect, I’ll go to the bar!

*

The next morning, I woke up alone in the bed. Liam didn’t come back.

I called his name, but there was no answer.

Happily, as I wasn’t drinking alcohol anymore, I wasn’t shitfaced so I could go looking for him with my mind cleared.

I went into the bathroom and let out a little scream when seeing Liam asleep in the bathtub.

I shook him and he grumbled.

Come on Liam, wake up. I said dryly

Let me sleep.

Well if you want to sleep at least go to bed.

Yea yea, two minutes. I’m soz fer last night.

That’s not to me you should apologize Liam. Call Noel.

Yea yea. Tomorrow.

As you wish… I sighed

It was going to be complicated. Noel only came back two months after and their relationship would never be the same anymore.

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