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[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // part seventeen

summary: you showed him colours he knows he can't see with anyone else.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.8k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness (r has a panic attack), she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: this is the tea guys get ready for a LOADED chapter. also,, i apologize.

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Coryo wants to ask you who that guy was- why he made you so instantly uncomfortable, and he wants to, but he's cut off before he can get a word out by someone shouting your name. You tense under his hold, freezing on the spot. Then your name comes again, and as Coryo turns to see the face of whoever it is, he was met with the very same blonde boy just a few feet away.

"Hey, leavin' already?" He asks, tilting his head at you as you turn. He doesn't even spare a glance in Coryo's direction. "Didn't even say hello."

"Oh, well, I'm just... not feeling well." You reply, dropping Coryo's hand in favour of shielding yourself around your waist.

"Oh, that's a shame. Can I walk you home?" He offers.

"I've got it, actually." Coryo answers stiffly, straightening his shoulders as he takes in the boy's attire. Blue slacks, a white T-shirt, and a buzzcut. He's a peacekeeper.

The boy looks him up and down, a smirk forming on his lips. "This is your mentor. Saw him on TV with you, I didn't realise that was a... permanent arrangement."

"Coriolanus just came to visit. He's a good friend." You say quietly, hardly to be heard over the Covey band playing in the background.

"Oh! A friend. Of course." He laughs, speaking to you, but his eyes are locked with Coryo's; unafraid, taunting. "And here I was thinking you had a type."

"Y/N has never mentioned you." Coryo states, shoving his hands into his pockets to keep himself from throwing a punch. "Who are you, exactly?"

"Right! Sorry, I'm Cole." The blonde boy replies.

Coryo could laugh. Clearly, he was local. "Should I take a blind guess at where your father works, Cole?"

His jaw tenses in response, but then he laughs. "Yeah, yeah. You'd probably be right." He reaches up, running his hand over his jaw. "You know, if Y/N isn't up to giving you a tour, maybe I could take you out in the woods and show you where your father was murdered. How does that sound, Snow?"

You look up at your friend, eyes wide. Coryo doesn't know what to say or do, but he looks pissed. "Cole, enough." You state, trying to steady the shake in your voice. "That was cruel and you know it."

"Oh, was it? Sorry." He apologizes, but he's looking past you at a seething Coriolanus. He can only hear his heartbeat in his ears, and he wants nothing more than to beat this guy to a pulp right where he stands.

"Coryo, let's just go, please..." He can suddenly hear your voice, and feel your hands against his chest, trying to urge him out the door.

"Yeah, you two head out." Cole chuckles, lifting one hand in a wave. "I'll give you some advice though, bud, you're not getting anything from her by walking her home. I've been down that road and jeez- it's really not worth it."

Coryo didn't care anymore if you were trying to get him out; he steps past you and is throwing a fist right into Cole's nose before you could make a move to stop him. Bringing up his father was one thing, saying something so disgusting about you was totally another. Coriolanus would not look past that and be a pacifist right now- even if that's what you wanted.

You stumble back with a gasp, hands flying up to cover your mouth. You stand frozen as Coryo knocks him down, laying punch after punch onto a boy you once thought of as a friend.

Hit. After. Hit.

You couldn't see his eyes. You weren't sure why you were looking. Deep down, you knew you wouldn't like what you saw.

You back up. Back, back, back until your head hits the wall and you can't keep going. You didn't realize you were breathing so fast until you started to get dizzy. People are shouting, a crowd is forming. Too many people, too much screaming- the music has stopped, and you watch from outside your body as Sejanus wraps his arms around Coriolanus's waist and yanks him back so he's standing upright again.

He wipes his bloodied mouth on his wrist, then promptly pushes his hair back out of his eyes as he spits the blood in his mouth down on Cole as he lies on the ground. Time is moving so slowly that you're not even sure he's moving. Is he dead?

Your eyes flit back up to Coriolanus again, and his eyes catch yours. You try to take a step back again, but the wall is still there. Shades of red cloud the edges of your vision, and you're stuck making eye contact with him. Frozen, and terrified.

"No- no, no Y/N, wait-" He starts to speak to you. You wonder if you're dreaming. If this was another nightmare- worse than the others. It was personal. "Y/N- hey, don't look at me like that. Come on, don't look at me like that. Talk to me." He's saying, pleading with you, and you can only read his lips as tears fall quick and heavy from your eyes.

He takes one step with empty but bloodied hands held out in front of him, and you're running. It's the worst kind of deja vu. You don't know where to go- you can't go outside. He knows where you live, where your family lives, and it's too long of a walk to be able to make it. He would catch you if you tried to run home alone.

You're trying to sprint through a crowd of drunk people, many of whom are fighting as well now, and you almost don't even notice when you take a hit to the side of the head with someone's elbow as you try and get to the back room. You don't have time to care. You look back over your shoulder, shoving your way through as quickly as you can. He's following you. You can see his blonde hair in the semi-cleared path you made for yourself.

You can't look back, you have to look forward as you dart down the dark hallway, praying that the Covey's makeshift dressing room has a lock on the door. You didn't even realize you were screaming until you slammed the door behind you, scrambling for the lock and sliding the rusty metal shut as you barricaded the door with your body.

"Y/N! Y/N, wait!" Coryo shouts, shoving his way through the crowd behind you. You can't hear him, even when he catches your eyes. That same fear behind them made his gut twist.

He only just clears the crowd behind you when someone is standing right in his path, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him back. Lucy Gray. She wasn't strong, but she needed to be. "What have you done!" She's shouting right in his face, pushing him back again, but it does little to move him. "Why would you do that in front of her?! Get out of here! Now!"

"No, no, Lucy Gray I need to-"

"Coriolanus Snow if you don't get away from her right now I swear to god I-"

"No, you don't understand I-"

"I understand damn fine, thank you!" She huffs. "Sejanus, go get Lennox."

He didn't even clock that Sejanus was holding onto him, keeping him from getting any closer to you even though you were locked behind that door he could see just feet away. He could hear you screaming, sobbing, and he only wanted to help.

"Okay, yeah. I will." Sejanus says, turning his grip onto Coryo's arm. "Come on, you gotta go."

He had seen Sejanus angry before, but it was never directed at him. "Sejanus, please, I have to help her, I can't go through this again I really-"

"You can help her by leaving."

Coryo's heart sinks in his chest, but he lets Sejanus pull him away, and he stares hopelessly back over his shoulder at the door as Lucy Gray knocks on it, talking to you through the metal barrier protecting you from him.

"Y/N/N, hey, it's me. It's Lucy Gray. You gotta let me in, sweetheart. Come on, open up." She's trying to stay calm as she knocks on the door, repeatedly trying the handle on it. "I'm alone, I promise you're safe, Y/N/N. Open the door, please."

You can hear her, but everything besides your broken sobs sounds distant as you're curled up against the opposite wall. There's not enough air in the world right now to keep you conscious- there must not be a window back here. You force yourself back onto your feet, stumbling as you try to stand up and you can hardly see. It's hot.

You look up, there's no vents. The ceiling is too high. Somehow, that makes you feel more claustrophobic.

You make your way over to the door, your palms against it and feeling soft knocks coming from the other side.

"Lucy Gray?" You sniff, unsure now that it was even her voice that you heard.

"Yes, sweetheart. It's just me, can you let me in, please?"

You take three deep breaths.

"Y/N/N?"

With a shaky hand, you reach up and slide the lock open.

She tries the handle again, looking back over her shoulder when it cracks open this time.

You step back quickly as the door is slowly pushed open, almost falling back with the urge to run. You hardly remember why you would open the door.

"Hey, hey, just me." Your best friend says, quickly closing the door again and locking it behind herself.

She eyes you carefully, and your arms are wrapped tightly around your midsection. You don't look like yourself- eyes wide with nothing more than terror behind them, like you're physically holding yourself together and it's not really working as your chest rises and falls so fast she can almost see your muscles straining to keep up. She wants nothing more than to pull you into her arms and tell you it's okay, but she's not sure touching you would be wise. "You okay, Hun?"

You look at her with tear-filled eyes, shaking your head.

"That's okay." She nods at you, understanding and filled with worry. "Do you want to sit? I'll get you some water and we can talk, okay?"

You nod, swallowing over the dryness you didn't even notice in your throat left over from all the screaming and crying. If you didn't know better, you would have thought you swallowed a full box of cotton.

Lucy Gray nods, double checking the door is locked before going over to her bag in the corner and grabbing a water bottle. You watch her the whole way and her calmness slightly soothes you, just enough to sit down at the bench and table beside you.

Lucy Gray isn't scared. You're safe here. You have to remind yourself over and over that you're safe now.

"Your brother is on his way." She assures you, sitting down across the bench from you and holding out the water she just opened for you.

"Okay." You say quietly, taking it and just holding it in your lap. You try and take a deep breath, your head falling back as you shut your eyes, trying to force the fear to leave your body.

"There you go, good. Keep breathing." You hear her tell you and you swallow again. "Can you talk to me? Tell me what happened. No one can hurt you here, I promise."

"Coryo, go home." Sejanus instructs him, turning him in the opposite direction, as if he couldn't do it himself. He had absolutely zero interest in going back to that cold empty house they had borrowed for the month.

Especially after what he had done to you. Again.

He promptly turns back around in the street. "No, I'm coming with you."

Sejanus sighs, rubbing his hands down his face. "I don't have time for this-"

"I agree. Let's go get him."

"Don't you get it?" Sejanus laughs bitterly, eyes wide with exasperation as he shakes his head. "Don't you know what you've done to her?"

"Of course I get it!" Coryo shouts in response. "I've ruined everything! I know that!"

Sejanus opens his mouth to speak, quickly shutting it again.

"I'm killing her! I'm killing her and I can hardly breathe right now and I need her to know I didn't mean to scare her and the only way I can show her that is helping her now. That's the mistake I made last time, and I won't do it again. I won't." He shakes his head, reaching up and pushing his hair back out of his eyes.

"She talked to me, on the last night I saw her. She screamed, and cried, just like that," He gestures vaguely toward the building you're still trapped inside, "and she asked if that's who I was and I couldn't tell her no. She asked if I regretted it and I do, more than anything, and I'm pretty sure she's the only damn reason why and she doesn't know that!"

"I can't lose her." He adds after a moment of the two boys just staring at each other. "Not again, Sejanus. I'm scared of who I'll be without her."

Sejanus shakes his head slightly, looking up at the stars as he takes a deep breath. He was mad at Coryo for scaring you, but he was his friend, and if this is how he wanted to help, he couldn't bring himself to push him away after he was sure that Coryo had never been so honest in his life.

"Okay. Let's go."

There are still lights on in the house when Sejanus knocks on the door. Coryo is standing at his side, chest tight. Your brother already didn't like him- he knew this wouldn't go well at all, but he couldn't walk away from you now. If it was your brother you needed, he would get him for you.

The door opens and they're lucky to see that it was Lennox who answered.

"Where's my sister?" He asks immediately, noting that you weren't with them.

"Something happened, and Lucy Gray asked us to come get you." Sejanus answers, and Coryo's breath hitches as your brother's eyes lock on him.

"What did you do?" He spits, and for a moment Coryo wonders how you could even be related.

He feels himself go pale. "I'm sorry, I really am..."

"Pa!" Your brother shouts back into the house, not giving him the chance to explain further. "We gotta go get Y/N/N, somethin' happened to her."

"What?" Your dad's voice comes next, panicked and frantic as he hurries to the door, not even bothering to grab a coat as he and his son push past the boys on the porch.

Coryo hadn't had the chance to meet him yet, and the fact that this is his first impression makes him feel ill.

"What happened, is she hurt?" He asks, stalking quickly down the front path and they follow hastily after.

"She's not hurt." Sejanus assures him quickly.

"She, uhm, maybe..." Coryo says, embarrassingly non-confident. Everyone looks at him. "She caught an elbow to the head, I couldn't stop it. I'm sorry."

"You're Coriolanus?" Your dad says, turning to look at him only briefly.

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you for coming to get us." He replies, nodding to him. "You did the right thing."

Coryo has to ignore the glares Lennox is shooting into him. He must be the only one who knows.

"We didn't know it would be unsafe for her, but we should have. I apologize." Sejanus says, and your father slightly shakes his head.

"She's got a smart head on her shoulders. She wouldn't've gone if she thought something would happen. Can't blame anyone." He replies. "There's no guidebook on how to live with this stuff."

"I have a good idea of what not to do." Lennox cuts in, and Coryo catches him staring at his bruised knuckles. He quickly tucks his hands into his pockets.

Peacekeepers had cleared out the Hob by the time they got back. Coryo recognizes the other kids in Lucy Gray's band as they stand outside, presumably waiting for her to come out. She was still with you, maybe that was a good thing.

"Tam Amber, is Lucy Gray with her?" Your father asks the boy, who nods in response.

"They won't let you in here, but go try the back door. Goes straight to our room, that's where I saw her go."

"Thanks, Son." Your father nods, lips pursed together as he pats his shoulder and quickly brushes past, rounding the side of the building.

Coryo tries to follow, but Lennox stops him abruptly with a hand on his chest. "You better go."

"Listen, I, I don't know what she told you, but-"

"She told me everything I need to know about you." He says, looking back over his shoulder at his dad knocking on the door, ear pressed to it as he calls out for you and Lucy Gray. "And I know that you being here will just make it worse. So go."

Coryo nods, running a hand down his face. "Listen, I get it, I do, but I can't lose her again. I can't. I have to explain-"

"No, no." Lennox cuts him off. Coryo is sick of people cutting him off. "Can't you just let her be happy? We're doing everything we can to convince her she's still alive- that she's safe and it was hard enough already before you showed up. Literally every night she has nightmares about you, because she trusted you. Completely. You've been here less than a day and you hurt her all over again- I can't just stand by and let that happen."

"I did it because that guy said something horrible about her- I just, I couldn't let him get away with that!" Coryo protests, scared that no one would actually give him a chance. "Last time I didn't get to talk to her and I think that's what she needs."

"Oh, you think that? That's spectacular. She'll be cured!" Lennox laughs dryly, rolling his eyes. "We don't need you to fix her. I really don't have time for this, Coryo."

He practically spits the nickname at him, laced with venom as he turns on his heel to go to the door.

Coryo groans, running his hands down his face again as he watches the door open for your brother and father.

"It's like," You take a deep, shaky breath, squeezing the water bottle you're holding in your lap. "It's like he is a different person, Lucy Gray. Do you get it now? Did you see?"

"I believe you. I always have." She nods, looking into your eyes. "I saw it, but..." She sighs, breaking eye contact with you. "I don't think he's a vicious person, Y/N. And I don't think you think that either."

You chew your lip, shaking your head as your eyes fall to the floor.

"Can I give you my opinion?" Lucy Gray asks after a moment, reaching out to hold your hand.

"Truth is truth to the end of reckoning." You say plainly, nodding and gripping onto her hand.

"There's no reckoning, love, okay? I'm your friend first and foremost. I want to help you, and I will always be honest with you." She assures you before continuing. "But I think... I think he's just a normal boy. Boys get in fights all the time-"

"Lucy Gray you didn't see it."

Your best friend is calm, despite you interrupting her. You never did that, but she knows better than to fault you for it now. "Okay, alright. What didn't I see?"

Your hair falls into your eyes as you shake your head, and you quickly push it back with your free hand to look at her. "His eyes."

"His eyes, okay... What about them?"

"He gets... It's scary. Like he wants to do it. Like he enjoys hurting people and, and-" Just recalling it makes your heart rate increase.

"Okay. I believe you." She nods, placing her other hand on yours. "But I think this is more about you than him, sweetheart."

Lucy Gray can see the confusion that knits itself into your creased brow. "It was a scary, traumatic time for you, and I think you're still recovering and that's okay. You may never be the same and that's okay. But I don't think he'd hurt you. I really don't. I think he's a good person."

"I want to think that..." You sniff, shaking your head. "but just as easily that could have been me in the arena. And just as easily that could have been you out there, or, or..." Your train of thought dissipates. "I just mean it doesn't seem that anything is stopping him."

"I don't think it could have been you. He cares about you. You told me that, remember?" She smiles softly. "I think it was inconsiderate of him to act that way out there, but I think you were just reliving something you shouldn't have to. The games can make anyone do bad things."

"Maybe..." You mutter, second-guessing yourself now. You didn't even see his eyes tonight, not until he was looking at you and begging you to listen when you couldn't. He looked just as scared as you, as soon as he realized what he had done.

"Are you sure you saw that today?" Lucy Gray's question shocks you, but it's exactly what you were thinking. "His eyes, I mean. Did you see it again or did you just expect to after last time?"

You jump at the rapid knocking on the back door. Lucy Gray stands up, making her way over to it. You hear muffled voices for a few moments before Lucy Gray returns. "It's your family, I'm going to let them in, okay?" She pats your leg and you nod, and she smiles at you reassuringly before walking away.

You hear the door creak open and you stand up, brushing off the front of your dress and turning to face them as your father and Lennox rush in.

"Honey, are you okay?" Your father asks, quickly gathering you into a hug and you nod, biting back more tears.

"Fine just fine." You whisper. "I'm sorry you had to come all this way..."

Lucy Gray catches a glimpse of Sejanus and Coryo standing outside as she lets your family in, looking back at them talking to you when she slips out. She gently closes the door behind herself and walks up to them. "I thought I told you to go home."

"I know, I know, but-" Coryo looks between her and the door. He sighs, deciding to give up on defending himself. "Is she okay?"

Lucy Gray looks at him, arms crossed over her chest as his hair falls in his eyes and he doesn't immediately fix it, more concerned about you than anything else. "You need to cut your hair." She states plainly.

He's confused, opening his mouth to argue when she speaks again. "You need to cut your hair so she can see your eyes. She'll feel safer with you then." She turns on her heel, nodding to Sejanus before heading back for the door. "When we get her out of there you better be gone- she can't see either of you tonight." She pauses, hand on the handle. "But yes, she'll be okay."

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[ilydottie]

Pairing: Furina x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Masturbation (Furina), Mentions of cum, Multiple Orgasms, Implied Overstimulation (?), You and Furina are dating, Reader is implied to be afab, i struggled with the ending so please be nice to me, uhm idk how long this is i wrote this in tumblr drafts but i think it's about 700-900 words.

A/n: I wanted to write a little thirst while i work at a longer furina fic for you guys. So, here's a lil treat from me to all the furina lovers <3

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lady furina can’t stop thinking about you, blushing immensely as she tries to hide her face from you. she counts down the days till she sees you next, eager to grab at your soft and plush body.

eventually the day comes when you meet, again, but something unexpectedly comes up, and you had to cancel your lil date. unfortunately, for lady furina that only leaves her burning for your touch even more than before. she cries out in frustration before looking at photos of you.

furina is in her bed thinking about you and the cancelled date, and that's when it starts, the soft and sensual touches, and the little whiney whimpers that escape her lips. this goes on for quite some time until she realizes she can’t stop, it’s too late. she's already drunk on a wonderous daydream, the fantasy of you two joining your bodies with one beautiful dance. she envisions you slowly removing your clothing and kissing you with an opened mouth as you do so.

that's when the cord snaps. impatiently furina shoves her hand past the band of her underwear and begins to play with your enlarged clit. she pants and whimpers while wondering how your skin would feel against her fingertips. in a moment of abrupt pleasure so intense it shocks, she arches her back as she lets out a loud moan. she can't help it when she cums all over her fingers, rubbing in the stickiness onto her bud. she didn't mean to moan out your name as if it was a cry for help, but it simply couldn't be helped.

furina's face scrunches up in an expression that was a mixture of pain and pleasure. all her senses on fire as visuals of your face flashed in her mind like the flickering light of a kamera. she'd never felt the touch of you like this, or any person for that matter. so, you can imagine how wired her brain and body were in that moment.

it was mere hours later when furina found herself wrapped around a large plush that you had given her on one of your dates. she was still spent from all the fun she had just experienced. cum leaked from her exposed pussy, her face was red as can be, and as she clung to the stuffed animal she daydreamed of you. rocking her hips against the plushie she let out labored breaths as she imagined herself rubbing her clit against yours. god, she wished she could've felt that sensation right here and now.

and as she laid there, soaking in all that she yearned for, she started to drift off to sleep. a sleep in which she dreamt of your lips against hers, and your fingers which played with her body like an instrument. with a smile on her face and a few squirming movements, she let out a soft sigh and fell limp as she finally fell asleep, worrying not about dressing herself before doing so. she was far too blissed out to give a care about it. the only thing on her mind was you. you, you, you, you. forever and always, you.

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[joekeeryswife]

Lover - e.m/s.h

hello angels! i hope all of you are doing well! sorry this has taken me so long but here is the Steve alternative ending for deadbeat dad (please read it before this!!). it’s 3am and i’ve been rushing to get this out to you guys! enjoy reading🩷 (here is Eddie’s ending if you would like to read it!)

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"you excited for Uncle Dustin's party?" Steve asked as he carefully pulled a pink dress over Penny's head. it had been two months since the 'fight' you had with Eddie and even though it had started off slowly he was finally stepping up to be a dad again. 

"yes, i think daddy and Grandpa Wayne are gonna be there" her voice was laced with excitement as he untucked her curls from her top. he gasped loudly eyes widening like it was the best thing he'd ever heard, to be honest it probably was the best thing he'd heard "i think they will be there honey, that's really exciting" ever since Penny's party Steve hadn't left your side.

he'd comforted you when you were crying after the party, he'd be there every day (before and after work) making sure you and Penny were okay, he was this guy who was able to comfort you and if you were being honest spending all this time with him made feelings you'd never think you get for him grow.

he was kind, ambitious, caring and just so sweet. you'd known of him for years and were acquaintances until Dustin properly introduced the two of you just after you started dating Eddie. you never thought that you would be interested in anyone after Eddie let alone one of your closest friends but sometimes love is unexpected.

you felt nervous around him and were doing your best to keep your feelings at bay but with the way you two acted, anyone who didn't know the two of you would assume that you were together. you would hold hands, he'd leave small kisses on your cheeks, call you sweet pet names that made you weak to your knees. he had a lot of love to give and you loved the affection he gave you.

Steve and Eddie rarely got along, if they did it was weird. maybe they could have one or two conversations but that was it. however what you didn't know was a few days after your 'fight' with Eddie he went to see him.

he went to try help Eddie become the best version of himself so he could be the incredible dad he used to be. he wanted him to get better for himself but also for Penny. Steve knew that if they two of you got together, which he was hoping would happen, he would never compare to Eddie.

Steve didn't want to take over Eddie's roll because he knew how much Penny loved him but he would always have a soft spot for her, she was the sweetest little girl and you had raised her to be so polite and loving.

Eddie was an incredible dad before Corroded Coffin and if he was being honest Steve was jealous at how good of a dad he was. he would watch him take care of this beautiful child and he was an doing an amazing job before the band got recognition.

Steve and Eddie had briefly spoken about you and he comforted Eddie when he broke down, realising how rude he was to you through those years. he realised that all you were trying to do was let him be a dad to Penny and he screwed it up because he was too caught up with the fame.

but Steve helped him, made him realise that no parent is perfect, yes what he did was horrible but every single person on the earth makes mistakes and you can't change the past. but you can change the future and that should revolve around Penny. that's when Eddie stepped up again.

Eddie had actually thanked Steve and when the topic of conversation changed back to you, Steve's bright red cheeks were a dead giveaway to Eddie. he laughed through tears, Steve loved you. Eddie couldn't complain though, many men would look at you with dreamy eyes because of how beautiful you were.

when Eddie pointed out to Steve that he loved you he felt his already red cheeks get redder. he had been called out by Robin a million times but getting called out by Eddie, your ex, that was a completely different scenario. he has actually apologised for it but Eddie brushed him off. Steve was a great guy and if he liked you and you liked him, who was he to stand in the way?

he encouraged Steve to make a move on you because you deserved someone like him, he was good with Penny, he hated to admit it but he was kind, generous, always put others before himself.

Steve was a bit scared honestly, you and him were practically together already but there was always that voice in the back of his mind telling him that he didn't deserve you. after what happened with Nancy all those years ago he felt like he didn't deserve anyone, that he was unlovable. he felt vulnerable.

but he wasn't, he deserved to be loved and you were happy to be the one to show him what it was like to be loved. "right you're ready missy. you'll have to let mama do your hair, i have no idea how to do it" he stood up and kissed her forehead.

"that's okay, thank you for helping me get dressed" she skipped past him to go find you but he stood there, heart melting at how adorable she was. he could hear her running down the stairs before screaming your name.

"mama look at my dress" she had shouted, her voice filled with excitement and happiness. "wow sweetheart, you look beautiful" he felt like his whole body was melting when he would hear the two of you talk to each other.

he had always wanted a family, always wanted to take on that father roll and he felt like he could because of Penny. he wasn't trying to be Eddie but he wanted to be some sort of father figure in her life. she was just adorable.

Dustins 21st birthday party was today and everyone was invited. it wasn't really a party, more like a gathering of friends who hardly saw each other. most of the kids were coming back from college and Steve was honestly really excited to see them again.

he remembered when they were little kids and now they were adults, in college. Steve left Penny’s bedroom and went downstairs to see you sat on the sofa with Penny on the floor (on a pillow) in front of you. you were carefully using a spray bottle to wet her curls so it would be easier to brush.

you were ready, hair done, makeup done with a floral dress on. usually a party meant late nights where you would have to miss out because you couldn’t find a babysitter but today you could finally attend a ‘party’ which allowed her to come.

you were putting her hair in two little pigtails and Steve always wondered how she could sit so still whilst you were doing her hair. usually a kid would squirm around whilst getting their hair done, but not Penny. she was sat completely still, being patient as you finished up her hair.

“all done pretty girl” you said as you finished her left pigtail. “thank you mama” she stood up from the floor and smoothed over her dress. “you go get your shoes and then we can go, we don’t want to be late” you stood up as she ran off to the front door where her sparkly shoes were.

“you look beautiful” you flinched as his voice filled the silent living room. you turned around and saw Steve there, you hadn’t even heard him come into the living room. “jesus Steve. you scared me” you placed your hand on your chest, your heart beating rapidly as you calmed down from the scare.

“sorry honey, i didn’t mean to scare you” he laughed loudly, running a hand through his hair which was styled perfection per usual “you do look very beautiful though” you blushed, there was something about a compliment from Steve that made you feel special.

he just knew how to make you feel beautiful. “thank you. you ready to go? i don’t want Dustin to shout at us for being late” he nodded and held his hand out for you to take and you walked towards him, carefully intertwining your fingers together. he kissed your cheek lightly and with that the three of you made your way to Dustin’s party.

-

you had been at Dustin’s party for a few hours now, Eddie had showed up and so had Wayne which had made Penny squeal in delight when she saw the two of them. you were stood with Robin and Max laughing about something that had happened at Max’s college whilst Penny was with Joyce and Wayne. Steve was stood with Dustin and Eddie which was weird for you to see but you felt relieved the two of them were getting along.

Steve’s eyes glanced around the room every so often and they always landed on you before he quickly diverted his attention before you or anyone else noticed but he wasn’t doing a good job because both Eddie and Dustin noticed how his eyes always locked onto you.

“so, you told her how you feel yet or are you just going to keep staring at her like a lovesick puppy” Eddie smirked, it felt a little weird trying to help Steve ‘get with you’ because you were his ex but all he ever wanted was for you to be happy and if that meant you were with Steve then obviously he was going to try to make it happen.

“no i haven’t Eddie” he glanced at you again, his eyes were filled with adoration every single time he looked at you. “isn’t it kind of strange you are helping him get with the mother of your child?” Dustin asked looking between the two men.

Eddie shook his head “nah, me and y/n will never get back together and i see the way she looks at Steve and how he looks at her, for example right now” Eddie and Dustin both looked at Steve who quickly turned his attention back to the conversation.

Dustin laughed at how quickly Steve acted like he hadn’t been ogling at you. “they are gonna be good together if he decides to stop being a wimp and ask her out. all i wanted was for her to be happy and she is with Steve so he needs to get a grip and ask her out”

“yeah well it’s easier said then done Eddie. you forget what happened with Nancy, i am terrified that she-” Eddie and Dustin shook their heads and Dustin cut him off “she’s nothing like that man, you can’t keep putting off a relationship because of something that happened years ago”

Steve knew Dustin was right but he hated that he was. “yes what happened between you and Nancy was sad and you were devastated but do you really think y/n, the sweetest person ever would do that to you? she is in love with you i’m telling you. ask her out and put us out of our misery watching you stare at her makes me feel sick”

“he’s right Steve. she really likes you and it’s okay because the two of you are great together” hearing it from Eddie yet again made Steve feel sad for him. he knew Eddie still loved you, Eddie would always love you, and he knew you would always have love for Eddie but if he was telling him to go for it then why shouldn’t he?

it wasn’t like he needed his blessing but the bit of reassurance that it was okay for him to do made him felt at ease. he sighed, nodding his head and looking down at the floor, he felt Eddies hand on his shoulder as a comfort of some sort.

asking someone out was nerve wracking but asking you out was even more nerve wracking. you were so beautiful, so sweet, so loving and it was a big thing for him. “you’ve got this man. don’t stress” Eddie said as he looked up from the floor he turned his attention back to you.

you were listening to Max talk about something, focusing on every single thing she said, a small smile on your face. he wasn’t lying when he told you that you looked beautiful because you did, you looked absolutely perfect. not stressing out was easier said then done and he knew he would 100% stress out.

-

“she’s finally asleep, sorry you were down here by yourself for so long” you walked down the stairs and sat down on the sofa, exhausted from trying to get a hyperactive child to sleep. “it’s okay. you weren’t too long” he joked as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him.

this was normal for the two of you. sitting on the sofa together, cuddling one another relaxing after a stressful day. “i saw you speaking with Eddie” you said as you looked at the wall in front of you. you cuddled more into Steve, his body heat warming you up. the blanket the two of you used was on the other sofa and with both of you being to lazy to get up and get it, this was the next best thing.

“yeah. he’s actually a pretty decent guy” he kissed your forehead gently. “i appreciate the two of you getting along. it’s less stressful” you smiled. you felt tired, the king day feeling even longer after being out at a party for so long.

“i do wanna ask you something though” this was it, Steve was finally going to ask you out. it was like after the pep talk with Eddie he had grown a different type of confidence. “i know we have been spending a lot of time together and i honestly have really enjoyed being with you”

“but i know my feelings and they’re getting pretty hard to hide now so what i’m trying to say is i’d like to take you out on a proper date and i would also love for you to be my girlfriend, if you’d like to go on one that is” you looked up at him with a shy smile, his cheeks were red and he felt like his heart was beating so fast that you could actually feel it.

“i’d love to go on a date with you and i’d also love to be your girlfriend” he felt as though this weight had been lifted off of his shoulders as you answered. finally after pining after you he had asked you out and you had said yes.

he lent down and kissed you passionately. it was one, if not the most passionate kiss you had ever had in your entire life. it was filled with love and adoration and after a few seconds you pulled away. “i have to make this date perfect” he whispered, his hand stroking your cheek comfortingly. “i know whatever you pick it will be perfect” he smiled and kissed you again.

#fanfiction #imagines #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington alternative ending #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagines #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #dad!eddiemunson #dad!steve harrington x reader

[thestagsheadsblog]

Seeing you again

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader, Childhood Friends

Word Count: 2.3k

Chapter 1

"This place is a meat market."

Your first impression of The Hard Deck was not altogether positive. The ratio of men to women was much higher than any normal bar in San Diego. The place was charged with masculine bravado, momentarily hyper-focused on you and your sister as you walked through the door.

"I know, isn't it great?" Emily said as she made a beeline for the bar.

You sighed and followed her, trying your best to ignore the looks thrown your way by any number or sailors and pilots still in their uniforms.

You were new to San Diego, the city your younger sister has called home for several years. Fresh out of your doctorate, you got your first real job on the west coast and this was a new beginning. Having your sister local is a bonus- sometimes- and she claims to know all the 'best' spots in the city to meet people. Always the more adventurous of the two, places like The Hard Deck enthralled her with possibilities. You on the other hand, were overwhelmed the moment you walked in.

At the bar, Emily was quick to strike up conversation with a pair of ensigns who were happy enough to pick up her (and your) tab.

"The best part about this place," Emily said into your ear over the 80's hair band ballads coming out of the jukebox, "is that you almost never need to pay for your own drink! Just don't put your phone on the bar!" She pointed to a sign by the taps warning patrons that such an offense could lead to a round for every other customer in the establishment. "I don't think I can flirt our way out of that tab!"

You smile and thank the ensigns for your drink. They're polite enough, and you have to admit that the uniform does make even an average looking man seem much more attractive, but military men have never been your type. The idea of someone else's transient career dictating where you should live and for how long was not appealing, especially after breaking your back to get your PhD these past several years. No, these men might be handsome and charming but they weren't for you.

Emily hopped off her stool, drink in hand. "We're going to play darts! Want to join?"

You made your excuses - bad eyesight, didn't bring your glasses - Emily pouts but is happy enough to show off her competitiveness without her sister holding her back. The ensigns gladly follow the 'fun' sister to the dart boards.

The bar continued to fill with servicemen and women of all ranks and you entertain yourself in people watching, no shortage of rowdy antics erupting from military clientele blowing off some steam. You were watching a group of pilots around a pool table when one man turned around and you're struck with an inkling of recognition.

It's been years...no, decades? but you're certain it could be him - as certain as you could be when you haven't see a person since they were 12. The eyes, the smile, the glasses - the striking resemblance to his dad. You dug your phone out of your purse, careful to keep it on your lap and not place it on the bar. You opened Facebook and searched his last name and he popped up as one of your 'friends'. When this invite was sent or received you can't recall, probably initiated off-hand at the suggestion of an algorithm. When you clicked through you scrolled down a sparse profile of mostly birthday posts from friends and family and find a tagged photo from 2014 at what appears to be at the Naval Academy. The man in the white uniform matches the pilot across the room and you're dumbstruck at how small the world is.

"You know, they won't bite if you want to talk to them," the man immediately beside you at the bar said.

You glanced over at him in surprise and then blushed furiously when you realized he thought you were ogling the pilots at the pool table.

"They're a great group of guys - and girls," he said with obvious affection. You wonder briefly if he is their superior. "Friendly - mostly...especially to civilians."

"Oh no, I'm not..." you stammered, trying not to look like a desperate voyeur on the hunt for a uniformed hook-up. "I just thought I recognized the man in the glasses. Is his name Robert?"

"It is!" the man confirmed. "Lt. Robert Floyd. You know him?"

"Used to," you smiled. "He grew up on my street but my family moved away when I was in middle school and we lost touch."

The man returned your smile. "Bob in middle school...that'd be something to see."

"He goes by 'Bob' now?" You almost laughed. The name seems inappropriate for your childhood friend, but you suppose you're both in your late 20s now and he isn't a kid anymore.

"Both as his first name and as his callsign," the man said. "He's one of the best F-18 weapon systems officers in the Navy. A Top Gun graduate. Suppose a lot has changed since you last saw each other?"

"Just a bit..." you said off-handedly. You watched your old friend concentrating on a shot at the pool table, trying to imagine him in a fighter jet.

"I'll re-introduce you," the man beside you made to get up, but you quickly stilled him with a hand on his arm.

"No, please! That's not necessary." The twinkle in the man's eye told you that he wouldn't let you step away from this serendipitous occasion without talking to the pilot across the room. It would be less awkward to pretend you ran into him on your own and not be introduced by a man who saw you ogling him in secrecy. "I'll go say 'hi'".

You finished your drink in one gulp and gathered your courage. You glanced over at Emily who was still occupied with her ensigns before snaking your way through the throngs waiting for service at the bar and into the pool area. Your social anxiety nearly got the best of you when your old friend turned around and you were suddenly face to face for the first time in nearly 20 years. No backing out now. Recognition flickered across his features as he took you in.

"Robbie Floyd?" you asked with a polite, inquisitive smile, hoping to God he recognizes you in turn and saves you the embarrassment of explaining how you know his name.

"Y/N?" your smile was matched tenfold bringing on a wash of relief. "Is that really you? It's been forever!"

You nodded and you both stepped into an awkward shuffle where neither of you were certain whether you should shake hands or hug or just not touch each other. You finally settled on a brief hug and you were struck by the physical differences between the two of you now - once of a height, now he was so much taller.

"It's good to see you," he said, stepping away. You noticed a blush creep up his cheeks and suddenly you see a bit more of the boy who used to live on your street and built forts in your backyard.

"Good to see you too, Robbie," you smiled.

"Robbie?!"

You were both suddenly aware that you had an audience in the other pilots at the pool table, who had paused their game to watch their colleague interact with this stranger who emerged from the ether.

"You go by Robbie now?" one of the pilots - a tall blonde who was exactly Emily's type- laughed. "Since when?"

The group's attention focused back on Robbie - Bob - as he composed himself. "We, uh, me and Y/N," he introduced, "we grew up together. Everyone used to call me Robbie back then."

You gave an awkward little wave to the pilots who inspected you from around the table. "We haven't seen each other since we were 12," you offered by way of explanation, "so I guess you're called 'Bob' now?" you asked, looking at his badge.

Bob nodded as the blonde pilot came around the table and gripped him by the shoulder. "The one and only!" the pilot said with mock sincerity. "Tell us, Y/N, does Bob here look exactly the same as he did when he was 12?"

You recognized the good-natured insults of military personnel. Bob didn't seem to mind when the other pilots laughed at his expense. He was still as affable as you remembered.

"Different uniform from the last time I saw him," you admit with a smile directed at Bob, which was returned with a small shake of his head.

The blonde pilot's eyebrows shot upwards. "Let me guess? Boy Scout?"

"No. Catholic school boy," you said with another apologetic smile to Bob as the pilots erupted in laughter followed by a plethora of jokes about choir boys and priests and nuns with paddles. Bob took it in stride as you silently mouthed 'I'm sorry' before joining in with his and their laughter.

When the laughter died down and the pool game resumed Bob changed the topic to you. "So are you just visiting San Diego or...?"

"No, I just moved here," you said, not missing the fact that he perked up a bit at that news. "You remember my sister Emily? She's been here a few years and I always liked visiting. When I finished my degree and got a job offer here it was kind of a no brainer."

As though speaking her name brought her into existence, Emily arrived right on cue.

"Hey, I was looking for you all over and I find you-" she stopped and stared at your companion. "No way! Robbie Floyd is that you?!"

Before Bob could even confirm his identity Emily threw her arms around his shoulders, his panicked eyes meeting yours as your tipsy sister manhandled him into an overly familiar hug.

"Hey Bob! Leave some for the rest of us!" one of the pilots joked at the scene of yet another woman approaching Bob in so many minutes.

Your sister mercifully released Bob and looked him up and down. "Damn Robbie, looking good. Lieutenant?" she assessed before looking at you. "See what I said about uniforms? Doesn't he look good?"

You swallowed and looked at Bob. Despite what the other pilot had joked, Bob was clearly not a kid anymore by any stretch of the imagination and you were not unaffected by the man in the uniform in front of you. You were well aware that you and Bob were now both adults and that your innocent childhood friendship was a thing of the past.

"He looks great," you admitted, sincerely.

"You look great too," Bob said with a lopsided smile and you know he is telling the truth - he was always a terrible liar - but also because you know you were quite the ugly duckling in middle school. Any improvement on your frizzy hair, acne and braces would be noticed but you weren't too humble to admit that a certain subset of people found you particularly attractive. You were pleased to see that Bob might be in that subset of people.

The potentially tender moment was dutifully ruined by your drunk sister. "Hey remember when you told all the girls in your class that Robbie was your boyfriend?"

Your heart nearly stopped and your social anxiety came ripping back through your body in a cold sweat. You looked at your sister in desperation please don't do this, not in front of him, not in front of them.

At the interested guffaws of the other pilots, Emily continued despite your pleading look. "We went to public school, me and Y/N," she explained, "while Robbie went to St. Ignatius, so there was no way for Y/N's friends to know whether Robbie was really her boyfriend or not. So they grilled her one day on whether she had ever had a boyfriend or been kissed and this weirdo made up a whole story about her and Robbie being in a relationship..."

"I was 11," you reiterated, getting increasingly annoyed with your sister. "We all say a lot of dumb shit at 11."

"You even told me that you two had kissed in the basement!" she laughed and was joined by some whistles from her audience of pilots. You refused to look at Bob to gauge his reaction to your sister's stories but you noticed him awkwardly shuffling his feet from the corner of your eye. "I don't think you ever told me whether that story was actually true or not."

The pool area went quiet in anticipation as all eyes focused on you and Bob.

"Well? How about it Bob?" the blonde interrogated, "Did you get to first base in Y/N's basement? Or was she making it up?"

You finally met Bob's eyes and he looked at you as though he was seeing that awkward, insecure pre-teen girl who would make up stories about the boy down the street to avoid being teased because none of the boys in her class liked her that way.

"We kissed," he said to your sister. "She wasn't making that up."

You exhaled in relief amidst the barrage of hilarity between the pilots and your sister. Bob, the middle school Casanova slash good Catholic boy; the jokes wrote themselves.

When the teasing died down your sister charmed her way into the next game of pool, Bob handing her his cue stick. You were only just coming down from your adrenaline high, thankful for the casual (and much less embarrassing) conversation with some of the other pilots when Bob sidled up to you. "Have you seen the beach yet?" he asked.

You looked out the window where the late summer sun was setting on the horizon. You've been to San Diego's beaches before but not since you moved, and never on North Island.

"Not yet," you replied.

Bob cocked his head toward the door on the far wall leading out to the bar's namesake deck above the beach, a discreet invitation to join him while your sister and the pilots form teams at the pool table. You grabbed your purse and slunk through the crowd to the exit.

Chapter 2

#robert bob floyd #robert floyd #bob floyd #bob top gun #top gun maverick #top gun #robert bob floyd x reader

[sevlawless]

nothing without you

pairing: m!seven lawless x f!mc (arabella aveiro)

word count: 962

warnings: none just arabella going THROUGH IT

tags: @blainehayes @agentdumortain @valcubust-main

notes: so the @infamous-if brain rot is here and it's very fucking real lmfao- ever since i played i have not been able to stop thinking about it and more specifically, how my mc would cope post break up with seven. something something i still love you i still have to live that but how does ANYONE live with that .. anyway here it is! the song arabella sings is honeysuckle by pom pom squad

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

if i'm nothing without you, am i anything at all?

the chorus rattles around in her head long after she stops singing it. she seems to be frozen in place, her thoughts drowning out the ability to do anything else, although she does notice the faint sound of silence. the rest of dead apple have long stopped playing, but no one says anything. they seem to be doing that a lot lately when it comes to her.

she wasn't even supposed to be at this rehearsal, and she even agreed with her bandmates when they suggested she take some time away to process everything. the music can wait while she figures out how to move forward.

but all she can think about is music, all she could think about while she spent the last two weeks trying to pull herself back together is to write songs.

how do you go through something so traumatic and not write about it?

losing sev- just his name passing through her brain is enough to make her eyes clench shut, gripping the microphone stand in front for her tighter.

losing him is the worst pain she's ever felt in her life. how do you go from talking to someone every single day for the past eleven years to suddenly no contact? how does anyone cope with that? she'd really like to know.

it doesn't help that she was so unbelievably in love with him. she never was one to believe in soulmates but no matter how dumb she thought it was, she considered seven to be her's.

a soulmate who now wants nothing to do with you.

she lets out a ragged breath, which prompts someone reaching out to touch her shoulder.

"arabella-" it's rowan, his voice uncharacteristically timid, and it makes her stomach churn. she shrugs his hand off and turns to face him.

"i'm fine," she snaps, wincing at the tone in her voice. he's staring at her pitifully. if she dared to glance at the others they would share the same look.

they were just as much friends with seven as she was. why are they all so fucking concerned for her in particular? a part of her wants to say that if they were so upset about her, they never would have taken that stupid vote in the first place. the vote that ruined everything.

seeing the look on seven's face, the hurt in his eyes, the betrayal-

she can't think about this right now. she's spent the last two weeks trying to move on and fuck if she's about to cry in front of the band over this.

she turns back around, storming toward the exit. as she yanks the door open and slams it behind her, she wonders if anyone will come after her.

they don't.

she can't even get into the car before she's a sobbing mess, hands shaking as she clambers into her vehicle, resting her head against the steering wheel. her hands are balled into tight fists as she considers if punching something would help the pain subside. it didn't help last time.

last time. that night casts an unbearable weight down on her and makes her shoulders shake as she recalls her and seven screaming at each other in drunken rage, both saying things they can never take back. going to a place they could never come back from. when he left she punched a hole in the wall and her hand flares up as a reminder. her bruised knuckles are starting to heal now, and some part of her wishes they weren't. maybe so she could have one last piece of seven to remember him by. just one last trace of the effect he had on her so it didn't feel like the eleven years she spent with him were for nothing.

they can't just be nothing.

right?

that seems to be what they are now- he hasn't talked to her since that night and every day, every hour it feels like she pulls up his contact info out of reflex to tell him something. a joke, a lyric for a song, a text just to tell him she's thinking of him. she always manages to realize what she's doing before she hits send and she doesn't think that will get any easier.

if i'm nothing without you, am i anything at all?

the lyrics she wrote down one night after getting drunk in an attempt to get him out of her brain dance around in her mind again.

she can't remember the person she was before seven. it's not the one who stares back at her now as she wipes her eyes and looks into the rearview mirror.

would she like that person? would they be friends? she never thought about it until now. she never thought she would have to.

how do you move on from someone that was so inexplicably tethered to you? where there was arabella, seven was right there next to her.

she looks across to the passenger seat that seven used to occupy every day and is met with no one there. she sees the grey headrest where a black mop of hair used to lie. she sees the middle console where his fingers used to drum to the beat of whatever was playing through the speakers. she sees the dash where he used to lay his worn out combat boots on.

emptiness eats away at her until all she can do is let out another sob.

some part of her wonders if he even feels a fraction of what she does. he has to. for her own peace of mind, she hopes this has been as hard on him as it has on her.

but she wouldn't know.

#seven lawless #seven lawless x mc #infamous #infamous if #my writing #inf: seven x arabella #is it a fic of mine if i dont force yall to learn how my oc's brain works LMFAO #anyway thank u for reading if u did <3 #i need chapter 2 desperately maybe this will hold me over KSJSNDBDJDKD

[skylarbee]

Over the years I have seen many fandoms and fans of all kinds, but yes, in fact lately the AM fandom is really becoming something unmanageable for anyone even for those who perhaps follow the band for the music without wanting to know anything about the gossip. I think this is also partly the fault of Tiktok which has led many young people to want to follow the band and therefore to become attached to certain characters without knowing what they have done in the past, they want to throw shit at people they didn't know until two years ago like Miles for example and blaming him for everything is saying disgusting things towards him that really, just reading it brings tears to my eyes. I don't know what will happen as soon as the tour ends, I hope things calm down even if it's hard for me given Amanda and Matt's attitude in the last few days

yes to all of this! the only times that i've searched for gossip were when i already heard a lot of rumours against my will and i wanted to see if they were true (other people should do this too instead of immediately believing/disbelieving something they've read on the internet...). other than that, the moment i open any social media, it's all there without me having to press a single button, and i'm sure that lots of other people have it the same way.

i do think too that tiktok might have something to do with it. i wasn't this deep in the fandom until only like three years ago, so i don't know what the situation was with younger fans before that. i also said a lot of stupid shit on the internet when i was really young, so i can't expect much from the young fans, especially the ones who have no idea about how problematic LV is and love her to bits. the extremely sad thing is that i've seen SO many people who do know a thing or two, and they still think that she's done nothing wrong (like ppl saying that she's a 'queen' for being the one alex cheated with, that she should be proud of it and brag about it, or the ones that congratulate her and say that they would've done even worse things just to get in alex's pants - just some vomit-inducing stuff)

the thing with miles makes me the saddest, i feel you anon. there are loads of people out there who spread false information and call him things that he's not - but what's even worse than this is there are people who have no idea about these things, and still hate on him and make fun of him for absolutely no reason. like he said, we have to accept the fact that this is the way it always will be; i can't even get mad anymore when interviewers constantly bring up alex/tlsp when talking to him. i don't think it will ever change. let's all learn from LV and do the opposite of what she does - when we see people talking shit, we should just click that block/mute button and go about our day without paying attention to it and posting on our stories about it (if i were to sit down and argue with every person on twitter who says something bad about him, i'd do that 24/7). miles' fans are the sweetest people out there (like artist like fan) and we should focus on not ruining the pure and good vibes that miles transmits to us via his IG (reason why i don't tag these posts with his name). if he can take some minutes out of his life (almost) every day to post cute things for us, we should also send him back positive things - out of tens of fake people in am's circle, he continues to be the only genuine, honest, and pure-hearted person - let's not take it for granted.

i imagine that after the tour ends all we'll have will be L&A's stories, specifically LV's stories where she'll position her phone so that we'll be able to see alex's elbow and lose our minds over it; and similar shenanigans. i am not looking forward to it. this community will be rotten for as long as those two will be present in the boys' lives (i wish it wouldn't be true, but everything has been going downhill since 2018/2019)

#sorry it's so long i will defend miles until my last breath #alex turner #arctic monkeys #matt helders #louise verneuil #amanda blank #anon

[lexusiswriting]

A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 12 of ?

Hi guys!

Sorry for keeping you waiting, I had a couple busy days, but I'm back now <3

Warnings: none.

Tags: @multifandomcrackhead, @nicelittlenightmares, @roll-tide-babe89, @skulliecadaver-blog, @21-century-tae, @melissa-anderson, @abiomens, @w743, @insanitywulf, @awkwardalex, @philomenie

Requests: OPEN.

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Ricky’s point of view

In the week we had time to prepare for our first studio session, I was a mess. Not one song felt right to me, my mind was on a completely different dimension, and Lexus wouldn’t respond to any of my messages or calls. I was completely lost, and I didn’t know what to do at this point.

Chris heard about everything that happened, and he wasn’t happy at all. He tried to make me let her go for the sake of the band. Yes, we have a big chance now with her to go above and beyond, but I couldn’t stop my feelings for her just like that. Especially when I know it’s all my fault.

Now we were in the studio, waiting for her. I couldn’t pretend nothing happened or that I was heartbroken. While I was making a plan to talk to her after, she entered the room, making all my thoughts go away. Even though she greeted us, her eyes would not dare to look in my direction, and I could feel we both shared the same sorrow.

“Alright guys, being the first day I don’t necessarily want a name for the album, so any song you think is almost done would be great. Just to get an idea of what you want to do. From there, I would be happy to help you with the rest.”

Chris came closer to the rest of us to decide on a song. We had 3 songs we worked on really heard, but none of them were close to be done.

“I think Porcelain would be fine. What do you guys think?”

Good song, but I don’t think it’s the best idea to be the first song she will hear from this album. I had another idea in mind.

“Let’s play Cause of Death. I think she will like it more.”

“But you have a part in it as well, and the last time we tried to play it, you weren’t using your voice properly.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll do my best.”

Lexus’s point of view

They started to play their song while I wrote the name of it on a document. I hated to do all this paperwork, but it was a part of my job. Chris said that Ricky would sing a part of it as well, and that made me really curious.

From the very first seconds, I knew this was going to be a really good song. I loved everything about it. As I have a lot of new bands, making their debut album where they have a lot to learn, I missed these moments when everything will be perfect from the beginning. You can clearly see the years of experience they had.

The whole time, I was looking at everyone, except Ricky. Something in me missed him deeply this past week, but the other part of me was almost set to send Motionless to another label. Of course, I wouldn’t be able to do that, but still, that thought crossed my mind for a second.

I was absorbed by their song, loving every second of it. But Ricky’s turn made me to finally look at him.

No hope, no time

Can't go back, can't rewind

I still belong to you

No hope, no time

Can't go back, can't rewind

You still belong to me

While he was singing, I felt like he was looking directly in my soul, not just in my eyes. Until the song finished, I couldn’t look at anyone else but him. Chris was the one to bring me back down to earth.

“So, what do you think?”

“It’s perfect, guys. Of course, you still have to work a little bit on it, but I loved it. Congrats!”

While they were cheering for their success, I stood up, only wishing to be alone in my office. After I closed the door, I tried to catch my breath, thinking about what happened. Of course, he wrote those lyrics to get in my mind. But this time I had to be careful, to not suffer once again because of him.

Someone knocked on the door and I thought it would be Stephanie, to get all the documents I signed earlier. But there was Ricky, with a sad expression on his face.

“I’m sorry. I know I messed up really bad this time, but give me one more chance, please.”

“What story do you believe now?”

“Yours, of course. Look, I talked to some friends who happen to know Corey. Everything you said was true. But they all keep it behind the scenes for his image.”

“So, you still had to check which one of us was lying. Ricky, I’m sorry, but I’m really tired of this. Please, leave me alone.”

“Alright, I’ll go now, but I promise you something. A long time ago I realized we were made for each other and one day you’ll be mine, and I’ll be yours, officially, for eternity.”

#ricky horror #ricky horror imagine #ricky olson #ricky olson x reader #ricky olson fanfic #chris motionless #justin morrow #miw #motionless in white fanfic #ryan sitkowski #vinny mauro #motionless in white

[gay-little-bitch]

Personal Lies pt2

Pt1 pt3 pt4 Pt5

Eddies pov:

Gareth barges into the room, waking Eddie up from his deep sleep. "Holy fuck Gare Bear! Do you fucking knock?! What if I was tryna jerk off?!" Gareth walks over and pushes Eddie to the other side of the bed. "Well, you weren't..."

"Get to the fucking point Gareth I wanna go back to sleep. This is my only day off from everything while I'm here." Eddie knows he has bags under his eyes (He hasn't slept more than 8 hours this week.) That fact seemed to make Gareth get to the point. "I talked to Robin today."

Eddie sits up from his original position. "Wait. Robin? Like Robin Buckley? The band geek that Harrington is dating for some weird reason? Not gonna lie I always thought she liked girls..." Gareth's hand slaps over Eddie's mouth. "Please shut the fuck up. Yes, Robin Buck- Ew! DID YOU JUST LICK MY HAND?!" He wipes his hand on Eddie.

"She's definitely not dating Steve... and never will. When I asked her she said 'Platonic with a capital P' so I'm like 100% sure they are just friends." Even though he was just told that they were just friends Eddie can't seem to get over the fact that he's seen Steve's high school Instagram multiple times and he's always with Buckley. They are always either holding hands, on each other's lap, or standing/sitting so close leaving zero space in between them.

"I don't believe you but go on... why did you guys meet up?" Gareth starts to pick at the blanket next to him. "We just... um talked. I told her about our band and she told me about hers. It was fun..."

"You definitely didn't just talk about that because you wouldn't have woken me up so you could tell me about a girl I used to know."

"Well I mean we also talked about Steve and his band... that Robin is also in. He just came out with a new album."

"Gare bear I swear to god if you don't fucking tell me the name of his band I will curb stomp you."

"Um...no. I will not tell you his band name. That is highly confidential."

"Why is it 'Highly Confidential'? It really can't be that big of a secret. Unless... YOU'RE PLANNING SOMETHING!"

"What?! No, I'm not... im simply just hanging out with a friend!"

"I still don't believe you but I'm tired so I won't ask any more questions. Thank you for this unimportant conversation and kindly fuck off."

Gareth gets up from the bed and leaves the room with a dirty look on his face. Eddie grabs his phone and starts searching. He goes to Instagram and looks up 'Steve Harrington' From the looks of it Steve doesn't have a public Instagram so he goes to the next best thing... Tiktok. Specifically Tiktok edits.

His screen is flooded with pictures of Steve's face. He looks worn out but still has one of the most beautiful faces Eddie has ever seen. After about 3 hours of scrolling through TikTok about Steve, he comes across a few tagged #steveharrington but are all about a mystery boy and not about Steve so he scrolls past those.

Eddie gets out of bed, past the kitchen, down the hall, and into Gareth's room. "He's so hot! How did he get hotter?! Why do I have to be hurt by this Gare Bear?!" Gareth giggles. "Are you talking about Steve?" Eddie throws his hands up in the air out of frustration. "Of fucking course I'm talking about Steve!"

"Go ahead. Tell me what's so great about him. Tell me why you're obsessed with his perky little ass and his luscious fluffy hair." Eddie looks at Gareth, confused. "Are you sure you don't wanna fuck him?" His friend lets out a loud laugh. "I'm 100% sure man. All yours."

Eddie sits on the floor and continues, he gets so caught up in the moment that he doesn't notice that Gareth took out his phone and started live streaming. "I just don't understand! How can a human be so fucking perfect? He has the best jawline and the most perfect ass! I literally can't cope with not being able to see him every day anymore! He was the only reason I went to that shit hole for 3 extra years!"

"Wasnt that because you failed?"

"Not the fucking point Gareth! Anyways... I just fucking wish that I could see him again! He's probably not even gay! I mean yeah he seems a little fruity but he used to fucking hate me so why would that change?! Why does he have to be so fucking hot man?! I wanna fucking die! Ugh!!!!"

Gareth's pov:

The comments are on the stream are filled with people saying things like 'Oh my god! Is he okay?' 'lol is Eddie being gay again?' and 'who is he moping about?' Eddie is still on the floor rambling about his search to find anything about Steve but he still didn't find anything about the songs. Lucky for Gareth all Eddie wanted to see was Steve's face so he skipped past all the 'boring' ones.

"Eddie. He's just a guy. You're acting like a fan girl who just found a video of their celebrity crush doing the hottest thing imaginable." Eddie stands up and flails his arms around. "He is existing and somehow it's hot! Don't fucking judge me! I know I'm a slut!!! No need to remind me!" Gareth pushes back the urge to roll his eyes. "I have literally known him since high school and I didn't make a move then so why would I do it no- GARETH! GET OFF YOUR PHONE IM TALKING TO YOU!"

Gareth turns the camera around so it points toward him. "See guys? That's why you don't go researching your high school crush who you're still in love with. Lesson of the day." Eddie stands in front of Gareth with his mouth open so wide in shock. "You little bitch! Were you recording me?!" Gareth waves his goodbye to the camera. "Close your mouth. You're gonna catch a fly. Also, yes I was recording you because you were acting like a teenage girl and it was funny. Now maybe Steve will notice you."

Eddie goes towards the door to leave but before he does he speaks up again. "Thanks for embarrassing me you little fuck. I hope it was worth it. I really hope you're right about him noticing me though. I'm so fucking lonely man." Right as Eddie leaves Gareth gets a text from Robin.

"Just saw your live, let's hope this works. I'll talk to Steve. Hopefully, we don't fuck this up."

Notes: Sorry for the long wait <333 I'm gonna try to update every Wednesday (i'm a little late but who cares ) I really hope you like this chapter :)) I always rlly hate my writing so idek if this is good or not so just tell me how you feel about it. If you have a request for the story just comment and I will look at all of them and tag you if I use them. I will also tag you if you ask so just comment if you wanna be tagged <3333

read on ao3

Tags:

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[griseldabanks]

I've been seriously considering participating in SlowMoWriNo, a variation on NaNoWriMo where, instead of writing 50k of a story in a single month, the goal is to write for approximately 15 minutes a day for a year, starting this November, and hopefully have a novel done in a year's time. It's a challenge for those who are busy and/or burnt out, which perfectly describes me right now. I'm getting pretty close to finishing the first draft of my current WIP, and while I should probably just take a break from any sort of organized writing for the rest of the year to avoid a complete burnout, I also really like the idea of SlowMoWriNo.

So I think I'm going to do it. I can push myself for fifteen minutes a day, right? In order to still be giving myself a break from the hefty fanfic project I've been focusing on for the past four years or so, I'd like to use SlowMoWriNo to work on one of my woefully neglected original stories. Even if all I have to show for my work after a year is an outline or notes rather than 50k of readable story, it will be more than I've got right now!

I've got quite a few story ideas that have been gathering dust in my mind for years now, so which one should I dust off and take a poke at? I'll describe each one below the poll. Basically, you're voting for which story you'd like to hear updates on and potentially get excerpts from, because I'll be doing that for accountability purposes in the year ahead.

The Ambassadors - Sean is scrubbing the floor of his village's chapel when the village is attacked by a rampaging dragon. Before he knows what's happening, the dragon smashes through the chapel and dies. With her last breath, she places a dragon egg at his feet. The egg hatches in his hands, revealing a baby dragon with black scales. Though he has heard all his life about how evil and dangerous dragons are, Sean just can't bring himself to let any harm come to the baby dragon. So, changing his name to Shard, he runs away to find a place where he and his new dragon friend can live in peace. Medieval fantasy, dragon rider story, lots of angst and lots of fluff, no romance but lots of friendship with an emphasis on brotherly love between the main character and his dragon, strong Christian themes (complete with my own barely-disguised fantasy Christian religion :P). The first draft is written, but I need to completely rewrite it because I've reworked and refined a lot of the plot and worldbuilding.

The Arcblade - Aiden Averrod, captain of the airship Robin, is just about broke and looking for work for his crew when a mysterious noblewoman hires him to give her transport on her quest for the fabled Arcblade, a mystical weapon said to bring peace to their war-torn land when it is unsheathed. Reluctantly, because he has no other choice and because the young lady has a fat purse with promise of another one forthcoming when the quest is achieved, Aiden agrees and sets off on a quest that will completely upend his life. Eighteenth century-ish fantasy, steampunk (crystalpunk? is that a thing?), serious laced with humor, swashbuckling, includes a romance between major characters. So far, I've written a grand total of two scenes and then realized I needed to revisit the worldbuilding -_-

bartender story (unnamed) - Bob is the friendly, rotund third-generation owner of the town's tavern. All is going well in his life until a band of heroes comes through and...well, one thing leads to another, and in the end, Bob's tavern is just a pile of ashes. Demanding repayment for damages, Bob tags along with the band of misfits as they continue their quest to save the world from the Dark Lord. Medieval fantasy, satire with a heart, tongue-in-cheek poking fun at fantasy cliches, probably no romance but we'll see. Nothing written for this so far.

broken heart story (unnamed) - Annie has had a crush on [unnamed heartthrob] for years, but would never dare tell him. After all, she's ugly. She's fat. She has terrible acne. She's cripplingly shy, and she's been picked on and bullied her whole life. There's nothing he would ever find attractive about her. But one day she happens to witness [unnamed girl] cast a spell on him that turns his heart into an origami heart made of many separate pieces of paper folded in on each other, which she pulls apart and scatters to the winds. Without his heart, [unnamed heartthrob] has no emotions, no personality, and his so-called friends start avoiding him because he's acting so weird. Taking pity on him, Annie decides to get his heart back. Even if it might break her own heart in the process. Modern-day urban fantasy, probably some kind of magical school setting (maybe university-level?), angsty drama, romance, basically a reverse Beauty and the Beast about true love looking past the surface. Nothing written for this so far.

clone sister story (unnamed) - [Older sister] is struggling to accept the clone of her deceased younger sister, who has just been completed and come home from the lab. The decision to clone [younger sister] was a snap decision her mother made in the throes of her grief after the accident, but since then the whole family has come to grips with the knowledge that [younger sister] is gone forever. But the cloning process was already started, and her mother was unwilling to pull the plug, because she believed that clone was a real person, a real little girl who needed a mommy. Now that little girl is coming home, and they all have to remember that, just because she looks exactly like [younger sister], she is a different person. [Older sister] isn't sure what to think. Near-future sci-fi, family drama, angst and grief, family relationships with a focus on the sisters, strong Christian and pro-life themes. Nothing written for this so far.

The Family - The Shiwaga family is a wealthy, well-respected clan that has been a pillar of the town of Avalanche for generations. What no one realizes is that they're also secretly a mafia-like organization working to sabotage the government, believing it was usurped from the rightful ruler - someone Shiwaga hopes to be able to influence once they have been returned to power. (This story is actually kind of hard to summarize, both because it's currently a mess and because there's at least a dozen main characters who are all supposed to be equally important.) Meiji Japan-inspired epic fantasy, huge cast of characters with opposing motivations, family drama as well as world-threatening crises, romances as well as friendship/familial relationships are front-and-center, currently the ending is more bitter than sweet but I want to reevaluate that. This was the story I worked on the two times I've done NaNoWriMo before, so two of three parts are written, but in a very slapdash fashion that's basically just a fleshed-out outline that will probably have to be completely rewritten anyway. The original thought was to make this a trilogy.

The Four - Timor was found as a small child, abandoned in the forest and somehow managing to eke out an animal-like survival. Since then, he has been raised in the home of Avadris, a one-time counselor to the High King, who has been dead for years. As Timor grows older, Avadris slowly puts two and two together and begins to suspect Timor is actually the High King's son that everyone thought was killed the same night the king and queen were. In the hopes of restoring the order and prosperity they enjoyed under the High King's reign, Avadris announces Timor as the heir to the throne when he turns twelve. Though he asked for none of this, Timor suddenly finds himself running for his life from those who want nothing to do with a new High King, accompanied by strangers who may become friends - or may end up killing him. Medieval epic fantasy, adventure/quest, non-traditional fantasy races/peoples, no romance but various platonic relationships among the impromptu band of companions. This is what I consider to be my first "real" story idea, but even though I came up with it when I was twelve and still believe in its potential, I've never finished a draft and don't really know how it ends anymore ^^' Probably needs to be started over from scratch for the...fourth or fifth time.

four siblings story (unnamed) - Jack, Sophie, Rebecca, and Grace are recently orphaned siblings who know they have to stick together to survive. The good news is, they all have superpowers that have manifested as they struggle with their grief over their parents. As they try to gain control over their powers and figure out how to balance them with the serious side effects those powers bring, they are taken in by the wealthy Dr. Clementine, a jovial old philanthropist who promises to be like a grandfather to them while also giving them opportunities and resources to hone their supernatural skills to the fullest. But it's not long before the four siblings begin to suspect his motives are more sinister than they seemed at first. Modern-day urban fantasy, children's/YA fiction, adventure, no romance but a heck-ton of positive sibling relationships and eventually found family, standalone with possible sequel potential. Meant to evoke some combination of Escape to Witch Mountain, The Girl Who Could Fly, and E. Nesbit (Five Children and It)/Edward Eager (Half Magic) books.

#slowmowrino #i reserve the right to not write the story that wins the poll :P #just wanted to gauge the interest levels

[keilahseverin]

Spell your URL: keilahseverin

Spell out your URL using song titles that can describe your muse, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL!

Tagged by @humblemooncat and @bananarose yessss 2x tags means 2x effort let's goooo

My URL = one of my WOL's name because I am so very creative haha.

This was HARD, but uhhh I made it hard on myself. I approached this a little differently from the description above and built a "soundtrack" based on Keilah's story. I had several criteria for picking songs here:

Can't pick two songs from the same band or source.

The lyrics of the song, if any, have to be relevant to Keilah's personality or life somehow.

The overall vibe of the song has to fit Keilah.

No FFXIV OST, that would be too easy (but other FF titles were fair game... even though none of them made the cut, lul).

I think the criteria worked, because I was able to fish around in my library and memory for a collection of songs that I think represents Keilah well in many different ways! (Plus, new story brainworms moved in how about that??)

If you decide to do this challenge, I encourage you to find a fun way to represent your muse that makes sense for you! Song titles, songs from OSTs only, whatever :)

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Here is the soundtrack:

K - Kid A, Radiohead - I slip away, I slipped on a little white lie

E - E. Is Stable, Menomena - Coldness sets in like fingernails raked across the door

I - I Walked, Sufjan Stevens - I would not have run off, but I couldn't bear that it's me, it's my fault

L - La cathédrale engloutie (The Sunken Cathedral), Debussy - The slow, quiet buildup conjuring images of a drowned cathedral slowly emerging from the sea... only for the waves to roll back in, engulfing the cathedral, as they ever have. I can't help but picture Keilah's big discoveries about her own past taking place during this song. Okay and maybe I cheated a little using the French version of the name "But Keilah there is also an S in your name" Yes shhh quiet it's okay shhhhh.

A - Area Zero, multiple composers/arrangers (Pokémon Scarlet & Violet OST) [potential Pokémon SV late-game spoiler!]- The mysterious feel of this track-- like you're stumbling upon knowledge you shouldn't be witness to-- fits well with Keilah's personal journey.

H - Hand in my Pocket, Alanis Morissette - I'm sad, but I'm laughing. I'm brave, but I'm chicken shit. I'm sick, but I'm pretty, baby

S - Sacrifice, The Weeknd - Every time you try to fix me, I know you'll never find that missing piece

E - Emil (Sacrifice), Keiichi Okabe (Nier Replicant 1.22... OST) - "There are as many ways to view the world as there are people in it."

V - Valley of Calm Trees, Klaxons - While passing through the clouds of diamond dust as two mock suns arise beside our one, the sun-dogs guide the way towards the east and set behind the valley of calm trees

E - Exit This Earth's Atomosphere, Camellia - keilahbossfight.mp3

R - Recover, Chvrches - And if I recover, will you be my comfort? Or it can be over. Or we can just leave it here

I - Invincible, Muse - Don't give up the fight. You will be alright, 'cause there's no one like you in the universe

N - No One Knows, Queens of the Stone Age - I drift along the ocean, dead lifeboat in the sun, and come undone

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Tagging 13 people here we go, 0 pressure to do this especially if it's not your thing, more of an FYI hi this might be cool if you want: @archaiclumina @miqomonkly @gobbie-boom @ravendas-xiv @ishgardmuffin @umbralaether @irisopranta @emetkoto @arinaxiv @emc2beans @protection-and-pleasure @whimsyxiv @wingedasarath and of course anyone else that stumbles upon this and wants to try!

Feel free to do this with your character's name instead, whatever floats your boat really heh heh.

#thank you for the tag! #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv viera #ffxiv wol #keilah severin #ffxiv oc #music #playlist #oc playlist #oc soundtrack #tag game

[oh-stars]

wip weekend

I was tagged by @cranberrymoons :)

I haven't done one of these in a minute, but I'm in major work mode now that I'm home and mostly recovered from Covid! I'm only going to focus on three this go around since I can't share the others and these are taking priority.

the rules

post up to 5 wip file names

post a snippet from one of them. snippet must be words written in the last 7 days. if you haven’t made any progress this week, go make some and come back to play!

people! (yeah, you!) send an ask with one of the file names below, and i'll write 3 sentences in that file and share, or if the filename is one i can't share from (the exchange fic), i'll write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share

the fics

Big Bang Fic

Put My Heart at Ease

Hold Onto Me

a little snippet from the next chapter of "Hold"

“We shake hands and now you’re inviting me to hang out with the rest of your group?” Steve doesn’t mean for it to sound as bitchy as it does, but if the way Eddie’s gaze turns sharper, jaw slackens a little, he thinks it hits a little too harshly. He shakes his head and takes a deep breath. “Look, Eddie, I appreciate the gesture and I… I want to be friends, but I can’t smoke with you guys on Saturday and I don’t think you should be so eager to spend time with me–” 

Eddie scoffs. “Wow, okay, Harrington.” He scrubs his face. “I thought we were cool–” 

“We are,” Steve says quickly, holding up both hands, “but I have other people to think about, Eddie. And… I think I need to ease back into the whole having friends thing.” 

“And what am I?” Robin says as she saunters up beside him. She hip-checks him a little, then moves past him to sling her back into the backseat. “Band practice was canceled, so I’m going to yours. Good?” 

Steve nods, then turns to Eddie. “Can you just… trust me? What about a movie night at your place this Sunday?” Rosie will be home, she can watch Charlotte while Steve goes to Eddie’s and while he’s there, he can vet the Munsons’ trailer and see just how bad Eddie’s stash is stored in case Wayne ever decides he wants to watch Charlotte there. Or needs to, even. “Just us,” he tacks on to be safe. 

Eddie gives him an odd look, then nods cautiously. “Fine. Let me give you my number.” 

“Don’t worry,” Steve says with a smirk as he opens his door. “I know it.” 

He doesn’t answer any of Eddie’s questions as he starts up the Beemer and peels off as fast as one can in a packed high school parking lot. 

tagging: @lady-lostmind @rindecision @bifuriouswaterbender @stardust-walker

#ohstars fic #steddie fic #steddie #wip weekend #wip wednesday

[cleric4vampire]

Rules: name 3 songs that have been stuck in your head for the past few days

Thank you for tagging me, @dolceaspidenera! any opportunity to ramble about music is very appreciated 😊I also got tagged by @bhaalsdeepbat (thank you!) for a 'name 5 of your current favorite songs' thing, which isn't the exact same as this, but I'll combine them here anyway 😂

Wildflower and Barley by Hozier feat Allison Russell

The sun hesitates more on each evening's darkenin' Would all things God allows remain above ground Like grief and sweet memory, wildflower and barley

Okay so basically this whole EP has been making a constant rotation in my head since it came out, but the song that's currently occupying my head is Wildflower and Barley. It's just so good, I love the lyrics and the visuals they conjure, it's fun to sing. My favorite part is Allison's backing vocals in the chorus ("The healers, Are healing", etc.)

2. Only When I by Alice Phoebe Lou

Sometimes it feels like I could give it all up to be held by you But that's not all the time No, not all the time Only when I can't breathe Only when I wanna believe Only when it's late at night Only when I don't feel right Only when I touch my body Only when I'm feeling naughty Only when you're far away Far away Far away

I love so many songs off this album and this one is no exception! It's sad, pitiable, and sexy lol what's not to like!! (also it's so durgetash to me...)

3. synthesizer by De'Wayne

She's a synthesizer Orchestrates the band She's got the whole world wrapped around her finger She's a synthesizer Baby, don't you understand? She's my Heaven, she's my Earth She's my woman, she's my man

I randomly came across this one. It's not lyrically complex but it is very catchy and fun. A mood lifter and a great song to dance to. The reason it really got me is the part in the chorus that goes "You're my woman, you're my man". I heard that and my lil queer heart was like, oh? 👀

4. Agoraphobia by Autoheart

But I am dented by the scars* They keep me up at night And it's not agoraphobia It's just a lack of air supply That keeps me up at night

*Genius says the correct word here is "skies" but "scars" makes more sense to me so I'm leaving it 😂

THIS SONG UGHHHH I have it on my Gale playlist so the psychic damage I receive from it is multiplied tenfold lol but I CAN'T STOP

5. Witches by Alice Phoebe Lou

Me, I've got my own little magic And I'm not tryna wreak havoc It's just that sometimes I see something and I just need to have it Let's share a few dirty habits

oop, another one by Alice Phoebe Lou! I've had this saved for ages, but for some reason it's wormed its way into my head as though I've never heard it before!!

tagging @dragon--sage @anderstrevelyan @justabiteofspite @birb--birb @witch-from-a-block-of-flats and whoever else wants to do this!!

#forreal if you wanna be tagged in stuff regularly just tell me and I'll do it lol <3 I just have a hard time remembering sometimes #tag game

[aleprouswitch]

Swiping this selfie + survey thingamajig from @ourladyofomega but using a couple of older photos since I can't get any good ones today for some reason.

1. Are you named after anyone? Yes, after my great-aunt. What's funny is that she didn't even like her first name and went by her middle name, Lorena. I have no clue why my parents thought it was a good idea to name me after her if she didn't even like the name.

2. Do you have any kids? No, and don’t want any. I decided from the time that I was 12/13 years old that I didn't want children and I still feel that way today.

3. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes, probably too much for my own good.

4. When was the last time you felt sad? I've felt sad this entire past week, which is frustrating because this should be a relaxing, peaceful time in my life.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? That's hard to say. I kind of notice different things about different people; there's not one thing I consistently notice first.

6. Eye color? I have central heterochromia, so my eyes start out a sort of gold color and then fade into a blueish-green hue. Also, one eye is slightly more blue and the other is slightly more green.

7. What sports do you / have you played? I've never been good at sports with one major exception - baseball. I could play baseball like nobody's business as a kid. I decided not to play for any school teams because I didn't like how they were segregated by sex.

8. Any special talent? I often joke that I have a special talent for pissing people off, even when I don't mean to do it. In all seriousness though, I think I'm a pretty good writer and a decent musician.

9. Where were you born? Erlanger Hospital, Chattanooga, TN, USA.

10. Scary movies or happy endings? Frankly, neither. I'm not much of a horror movie buff, at least not when it comes to slasher flicks. I like psychological thrillers much more.

11. Do you have any pets? Yep - I have my cat Molly, who is a Maine Coon mix. She'll be 5 years old on October 5th.

12. How tall are you? 5’8 3/4. I usually just round that up to 5'9.

13. What are your hobbies? Writing, music, blogging, gardening, and cooking, usually. I'm also a voracious reader.

14. Favorite subject in school? I was a band geek and a choir geek in high school, so I'd just say my music classes.

15. Dream job? This is complicated. I just graduated with a degree in paralegal studies. I want to stay with the law firm I currently work for, but I want to slide into a paralegal position there once an opportunity opens up. For a long time, I wanted to be a private investigator or a crime analyst, but once I found out that I'd have to be a police officer to obtain those jobs, I abandoned my aspirations.

Not tagging anybody, but feel free to do this!

#about me #survey shizz

[sunburnacoustic]

Attempting to make some sense of the Madness on here because I've got a minute...

Tagging system (it is held together with duct tape and is borderline functional when I don't do like Muse Blackout-Reblog Saturdays or whatever)

Muse, Muse band: this tag will literally not help you find things on this blog, it's basically everything that has been tagged. It's more for finding posts outside of this blog than it is to find stuff successfully on this blog

Matt Bellamy/Chris Wolstenholme/Dom Howard/Tom Kirk/Morgan Nicholls: self-explanatory. I tend to not do a general tag where a post e.g. where Dom isn't involved with Dom, so anything that's tagged will just be because the tagged band member is in the post (or at most, being talked about in the tags)

{Matt, Chris, Dom} from Muse: three tags encompassing all the Muse Madness! Taking inspiration from the one and only "Hi, my name's Matt from Muse..." All the Muse silly moments. Some will also be tagged "silly hours", "silly moments", "sillies" or thereabouts, it's not really a robust tagging system lol. Some of those are more chit-chat/vibes based

Muse live: Now I wish I'd separated this out into two tags because right now, it's gig pictures and also any live performance videos. I briefly tagged live stuff with something like "Muse live gigs", but seeing as how I can't even remember the name you can see how well that went... (there's also "The Muse live experience is something else", and you tell me it isn't!)

Muse interviews: interviews copied and pasted, linked, gifs/videos of the band in interview if there's text of them actually saying anything. Quotes from interviews too.

Muse in magazines: written interviews, but also just photoshoots in magazines. I'm old enough to remember NME, Kerrang, Q etc. being print magazines, so I don't make a distinction between digital mags and paper scans. Many scans should also be tagged "mag scans" hopefully. Specific magazines are also often tagged (except Pitchfork probably lmao but that's because I simply don't post their stuff here, it is not worth it)

Muse audio: audio, usually from studio recordings, live gigs, sometimes interviews/radio performances, etc. Isolated tracks, instrumental tracks, vocals only, hyper-specific-'Undisclosed Desires vocoder (?) backing vocals on the last verse only' tracks, all covered here, but also there are more specific tags: "muse isolated audio" for all your analysis needs, "Muse instrumentals", "Muse isolated vocals" (<- don't remember this 100%)

Album tags, song tags, eras/tours tags: I'm so sorry this is a mess. Albums and songs are either tagged "Muse {title}" or "{title} Muse" sorry. "{Album} era", "{Tour name} tour". Knock yourselves out.

Musers: all fan-related stuff! Fan chatter, us all analysing and crying over a single song in 1500 words, fan artwork, gig pictures, the new polls, etc. all under the overarching Musers tag. I do tag fanart though: "Muse fanart" and also just generally art because why would I limit the amazing art people here make to just the 20 Muse fans here? Polls are specifically tagged "Muse polls".

band pics: usually press/on the road, etc. pictures of the whole band. Not super comprehensive lol I often forget to use this tag. 'the early years' -> baby era stuff, usually pre-Showbiz so I have no idea what else to tag them because 'Random 1-8 era' would be such a pretentious tag I'd have to punch myself.

anything with the word "collection" in it: we sure do love our collections here on muse tumblr - off the top of my head, there's a Matt Hawaiian shirt collection, Matt drinking things on camera collection, dedicated wardrobe collections (-> the legendary @wtfismattbellamywearing and @wtfisdomhowardwearing) and the sunglasses-on-head collection (dangerously close to 100 pictures...) "mum with sunglasses on her head lives!" Reason? Matt wears his sunglasses on his head a lot, he looks like my mum doing this, and it is the normalest thing you could see a Proper Rock Star like him do and it's just sweet and silly and we all have collector's disease what can I say. (My mum has responded "😍" to the collection so far)

Muse lore: all the band history, and commonly referenced memes amongst fans. Expect to see the 'fucking little fucking fuckers, yeah' Feeling Good performance, 'Hey you crazy kids!', 'The Muse' live on Italian football tele, idk, lots more I guess: 'Hi my name's Matt from Muse' (entire composition of the band dissolving around this), brie, trousers, showers, pwoper fishing, qua at aol dot com, weird interview quotes, various times Muse rebelled against being asked to mime. Lots of fun stuff.

faffing about - just posting!

Other than that, specific things might be tagged on posts, "pianos", "synths", "Manson guitars", "Mirror Manson" (big apologist here), specific weird quotes. Try a search if you need anything lol, good luck to you!

#random admin stuff - I am not even going to pin this so I don't know why I wrote it #I am too fond of my pinned post to remove it. As above so below: 'Sunburn acoustic live in an HMV in Bristol in 1999 beloved!' #faffing about

[mutatedangels-a]

@worthless-weight-in-gold //

FADE IN... A lone billboard flickers in the night, atop a mid-size apartment building made of red brick. In the style of an exploitation film from the 1970s, its text reads ███'s WRAG TAG WRECKING CREW! The official name has been scratched out from decades of wear and tear. This side of the city is quiet. All quiet, except for— INT. LIZZIE & EMJAY'S APARTMENT — NIGHT The violent smacking of a palm against a CD player, one from the late 90s or early 2000s. The force of it rattles all the other shit that's on the set of drawers. Perfumes, lipsticks, a fidget spinner. A picture frame falls flat on its belly. We eventually see LIZZIE, 29, almost 30, a short young woman with a curl of wet hair sticking out of a towel. She's using her other hand to hold a towel around herself together. She has faced off with this CD player before but it has never won. The song finally plays. When I'm out walking I strut my stuff And I'm so strung out I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out

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"How many times have I told you to get rid'a that thing?" Emily asks, brushing past Lizzie on the way to the vanity. And it's the vanity, not her vanity, because it's more of a shared space—sort of like everything else in this apartment, even though it's meant just for the two of them. She touches up her highlighter, keen on reflecting like a disco ball, and puts on jeweltry.

"It's, like, a relic at this point, Emjay. I can't get rid of it," Lizzie protests. "Besides, trust me, I went to Best Buy the other day. Fully intent on getting one, mind you. Shit cost, like, $50. That's, like, two nights of tips." Then she starts getting dressed with their backs turned to each other. Hell, who cares at this point.

"Yeah, Liz, but it's yer daggone berth-day," the girl from a ways out of Atlanta throws right back. "You deserve to treat yourself."

Now fully dressed in a fuchsia slip dress, Lizzie rests her chin on Emily's shoulder. "Why do that when I've got my best friends to do it for me?" She usually doesn't act this spoiled, but it's her daggone berth-day. She lets Emily do a bit of her makeup for fun and a few more Violent Femmes songs play before...

The pair step out of Emily's bedroom (yes, Lizzie keeps her shitty CD player in there) and present their outfits to the one waiting in the living room. The blonde does a simple spin. Lizzie's a lot more theatrical about it, fingers pinching either side of her dress and hoisting it up just so as she does a little shindig. Peacocking to her boyfriend, Mischa.

Who rolls his eyes. "It took you two long enough," he says. Then, in a louder voice: "Thes! You ready? I'm not saying it's your fault or anything, but I've literally been waiting here for almost an hour and a half. I have to be at soundcheck in 15 minutes."

Yes, for Lizzie's birthday, they'll be en route to The Wet Spot, one of the better venues in town, where Mischa's band's going to play a special set. A brand new song, apparently.

"We can't go yet! We have to take pictures," Lizzie says with a pout. "Thes, stand in the middle so it's not so obvious you're the tallest." She's usually not in the greatest mood, but nothing can burst her bubble tonight. The four of them are unstoppable as far as she's concerned, and that's to be celebrated.

#worthlessweightingold #c. lizzie #c. mischa #c. emily #c. lizzie x mischa x emily x thespian #v. wait a minute honey; i'm gonna add it up #is this very pretentious? yes #was it fun? yes #am i excited? 10000%

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @a-little-unsteddie, thx! ❤️

Rules:

1. In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

2. Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

3. After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

My WIPs:

🔮 (You got me) in the palm of your hand [bb fic]

🦇 Demon!Eddie

🧜‍♂️ Just add water [Mer!Steve]

Tagging: @sourw0lfs, @wingedquill, @wormdebut, @messessentialist - zero pressure, as always ❤️

Snippet from 🔮

“You’re both such idiots, I swear,” she mutters. Then, she heaves a heavy sigh, leans back on her hands and looks up at her ceiling, like she’s searching for a good way to go on. When she locks eyes with him again, her face is serious and there is a bitter little twist to her mouth. “Do you remember when Vickie came into Family Video the other week? With her boyfriend?” 

Of course Steve remembers. The way Robin’s eyes lit up upon seeing the other girl, the way her face fell immediately after, when she realized who she was with. The way her gaze flickered over Vickie’s hand tangled with that of her boyfriend, the way they were exchanging soft smiles and little touches as they browsed the shelves. How she excused herself to the break room. How she only reemerged when the doorbell announced the couple had left, face flushed and eyes red-rimmed. 

“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, of course. But that’s something entirely different. There’s nothing going on between Nancy and me.” 

“Sure,” Robin shrugs and her smile goes wry. “You know that and I know that. But does Eddie?” 

Steve groans and rakes a hand through his tangled hair. It’s utterly ruined from the wind and rain, but he is long past caring. “Well, he would know, if he had just listened to me earlier, but-” 

“Do you remember what I told you after Vickie had left?” 

He does. Remembers flipping the sign on the door to closed and huddling behind the counter with her, safely out of sight from any prying eyes. 

“You said that it hurt,” he mutters, utterly uncomfortable with revisiting the memory of seeing her like this. “But also that you felt like you had no right to be hurt.” 

She nods, fingers idly grazing the fluffy fur of the little stuffed bear beside her - a gift from him. 

“I was so sure she liked me back,” she murmurs, and now she isn’t meeting his eyes anymore. “I still am, by the way. But … but I also know that it’s hard. It’s so fucking hard, Steve, being this way.” 

Steve remembers the man at the fireworks and the way he looked at Eddie and him. Remembers Tommy and what he said. Freak. Faggot. How they would’ve drowned people like Eddie in the middle ages. 

“And I want Vickie to be happy,” Robin continues. “Obviously I do. If you like somebody like that, all you want is for them to be happy. And if that guy makes her happy, that’s fine. That’s fucking great, actually. I hope he continues to do so, I hope she’ll always be happy like this. But it still … it still fucking hurts, Steve. Her choosing him over me. It hurts so bad, because I feel like no matter what I do, I will never be enough.” 

Steve doesn’t even remember moving, but the next thing he knows is that they’re lying side by side, Robin tucked into his arms, face buried against his shoulder, and that he is muttering reassuring words to her while she snivels into the fabric of the borrowed band shirt. 

“You’ll be fine, I promise. You are amazing and smart and funny, and you will find somebody who sees all of that.” 

“You’re sweet,” she huffs, and pulls back a little so that she can scrub her hands over her eyes. “I hope Eddie has someone like you.” 

Steve swallows heavily, propping himself up on one elbow so that he can look at her better. 

“So, you think … You think that’s how Eddie feels about me?”

#steddie #steddie brainrot #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #fanfic #my writing #steddie big bang #mer!steve harrington #demon!eddie munson #hype's demon!eddie fic #wip weekend #wip ask game