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new year's stranger

in which harry and y/n only see each other on new year's and he tries to convince her it's fate.

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content warnings: cheating (not on y/n or harry), drinking, drug use

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. . .

New Year's Eve, 2020

Y/N hates New Year's.

If it were up to her, she'd sleep right through it, but Alice would never let her do that. It's why she's at this party to begin with. The owner of the house is a friend of Alice's who Y/N has never met, and isn't expecting to be introduced to tonight. The second they walked in, it was pure chaos, and it set off blaring alarms of anxiety throughout her entire body. She'd lost Alice somewhere around 10:30, but she was grateful that despite having a less than fun time, time still ticked steadily to midnight.

The sooner 2021 arrives, the sooner she can leave.

Harry, on the other hand, doesn't mind New Year's, but he hates this party.

Gemma forced him out with her and her boyfriend after finding out his planned accompaniment for the evening was a bottle of red wine and his favorite Elton John records. She said she hated to see him having a hard time with the breakup (that made Harry want to throw up on the spot) and demanded that he at least try to have a nice time tonight.

However, she failed to loop him in on the details of this party, which was apparently a proper rager that had him feeling like he was 17 again, but only in the worst ways.

He wasn't snooty by any means, but if one more drunk person comes up to him and asks if he's the Harry Styles, Gemma and her boyfriend can try to find an Uber home.

(He would actually never do that, knowing it would be impossible to locate one that wasn't three times the normal price given the holiday, but he can't help imagining cozying up in his bed, clutching one of his ex-girlfriend's tee-shirts, soaking it with tears, and falling asleep.)

It's why he's taken to sitting outside in this stranger's backyard, enjoying their wooden patio set. He doesn't typically smoke but he's chain smoking cigarettes tonight; he asked to bum one off of some guy inside, and he gave him the entire pack because he's — you guessed it — that lad from One Direction! So now it's sitting prettily next to a half-gone bottle of Cabernet, and Harry really, truly thinks this may be the worst New Year's he's had in a very long time.

He's grateful no one's discovered his little hiding spot yet, but perhaps he's spoken too soon as he takes a draw from the lit cigarette in his right hand. His shoulders tense when he hears the patio door slide open, desperately hoping Gemma found him and wants to go home.

"Oh, fuck, I'm sorry." The voice says, making Harry crane his neck slightly to see its owner. He can't really tell if he recognizes them, but it's clearly a female figure dressed in a black mini skirt, tights, and an oversized vintage sweater. "I didn't know anyone was out here, sorry."

"'s fine," Harry mutters, stubbing his cigarette out in the grass and toeing it out with his slip-on Vans, "It's all yours."

He goes to stand up, reaching over to grab the neck of the bottle of wine, when he accidentally bumps into the small table and knocks it over. He curses loudly as he watches the deep red hue stain the concrete floor, the puddle growing larger with each passing second.

"That's unfortunate." she points out and he scoffs. If he wasn't in such a piss poor mood, he may have contemplated cleaning it up, but he's decided that he doesn't like the owners of the house, especially because of their tiny little patio table.

"I think the hosts of this party are dicks, so I wouldn't worry about wiping that up," she says, almost as if she's reading his mind, "Sorry if you're friends with them."

"I'm not." Harry says curtly, leaning down to at least pick up the shattered pieces of glass.

"That's good. They're letting people do blow and ketamine off their dining room table. I think breakfast tomorrow will be interesting."

He snorts as he gathers broken chunks. He thinks that she's left him alone when he doesn't hear her ramble on anymore, but she returns a moment or two later with a garbage bag. She gets down on her knees and nudges the opening in his direction, wordlessly encouraging him to drop the pieces in it.

"Thanks." he mumbles through a sigh.

"Sure," she nods, "Having a bad night?"

"Yeah. Don't really feel like talking about it, to be honest."

Harry knows better than to discuss personal matters with strangers at parties (he learned that lesson years ago), regardless of how down he's feeling. She shuts up after that and continues helping him clean up the shards, tying off the bag when all that's left is a dark purple mess.

"I'll toss it." he says, stretching his arm out to take the garbage bag. She nods and gives it to him. "Thank you for helping."

He hopes she takes the hint as he ambles through the darkness of this unfamiliar backyard, attempting to locate the garbage bins. Eventually, he finds one (he knew they were shitty people, they don't even have a separate one for recycling!), and breathes a sigh of relief when he turns and sees that she's gone. He was starting to worry that she would ask for a picture or an autograph.

He sits back in his original seat and pulls his phone from his pants pocket, scrolling through drunken New Year's texts from people he barely knows. Really, he's only looking for two names (Gemma looking for him, or his ex-girlfriend magically deciding she needs to be with him going into the new year), but neither appear. He grumbles and reaches over to grab the pack of cigarettes, jumping in surprise when he realizes the girl is standing there with another bottle of wine.

He clutches his chest dramatically, "Were you trying to scare me or something?"

"Oh! No, I'm sorry, you just looked busy so I was waiting," she replies, placing the unopened bottle on the table. "Here. Um, is it okay if I sit out here? We don't have to talk. I know you said you don't want to."

His night can't get much worse, so why not split some wine that suspiciously appeared with a stranger that refuses to leave him alone?

"Sure." he mutters.

As promised, it's silent for awhile. She doesn't say anything but he notices her pick at her tights, then her nails, clearly antsy from the lack of discussion. The steady thumping from the music inside is the only relief.

He doesn't know if it's been five or 10 or maybe even 15 minutes, but finally, he breaks. He holds in a sigh as he turns his head to look at her.

"Are you having a bad night, too?"

She shrugs. "Kind of. I just don't really like New Year's."

He nods in understanding, "It is a bit overhyped."

"I lost my friend awhile ago," she adds, biting her lip. "I feel like I'll end up just going home a little after midnight."

"Yeah, my sister and her boyfriend dragged me here but I haven't seen them in hours."

She chuckles humorlessly. "Maybe I'll just try to get a cab now."

Harry glances at the time on his phone screen. It's 11:04 and he knows it would be stupid to do the thing he's thinking about, but he can't help it — maybe it's the strange connection he's feeling to his fellow sad stranger, or maybe he just really wants to go home and needs a good excuse. The words are leaving his mouth before he even truly contemplates it.

"That's crazy, you'll never be able to get an Uber at this time. If you don't live too far, I can give you a ride."

Y/N is quick to bat him off, easily rejecting his offer. "Thank you, but you don't have to do that. I'm sure you have tons of plans tonight."

A wrinkle forms between Harry's brows. "No, actually. This was it. And if I'm being honest, I'm dying to get out of here, too."

He watches as she contemplates it, gnawing on her bottom lip and wringing her hands in her lap like a child. Finally, he speaks up.

"I'm leaving with or without you, so really, it's your choice."

Her eyes glance over to him and she quickly nods, gathering her purse to her side. "Okay, yeah. I'll take the ride, please."

"Sure," he says with a nod, rising from his seat. "Do you live far from here?"

She gives him her address, surprised to find out that she only lives a few streets over from his own apartment. He sends off a text to Gemma, claiming that he ran into someone and needed to take them home (it wasn't a complete lie, even if he knows he was being pushy about leaving), and they silently walk in the dark, one in front of the other, quiet footsteps sounding against the stone pathway of the backyard. Eventually, they approach his sleek black Range Rover, Harry mumbling out a "this is me" and unlocking the doors so she can get in the passenger's seat.

"Thank you again for this," she says as he cranks the heat up. He had noticed that her teeth were chattering on the short walk back to his car.

"'s fine."

Harry doesn't play music or say anything else on the short drive to her place. Exhaustion is hitting hard and he's ready to go home and curl up in a sad ball. When he pulls up to her apartment, she's already clicking her seatbelt off and pulling her keys out of her bag. He wonders if he was being that standoffish, to the point where she's all but jumping out of his moving car.

"Well, happy New Year." she murmurs with a small smile, glimpsing over at his tight expression. He nods curtly, hands gripping the steering wheel.

"Happy New Year." he returns tersely.

"I hope 2021 is better for you," she says, her tone almost so genuine it makes his heart thump wildly in his chest, but just for a moment. "I'm sorry you had a shitty night."

He swallows harshly, willing away the lump of tears forming in his throat just from a stranger's kindness.

"Same to you."

She pauses, as if she wants to say more, but instead pushes the door open and gets out. With one last smile, she waves goodbye to Harry.

He waits to make sure she gets in safely before driving away.

. . .

New Year's Eve, 2021

"I'm not going out to a karaoke bar on New Year's Eve."

Y/N rolls her eyes at Mike, her boyfriend of six months. She had told him weeks ago that this was the plan for the night — her friends wanted to have a fun time out, and after last year's disaster of an evening, she was more than willing to put some cash in to rent out a room at a karaoke bar in downtown LA. But of course, a mere hour before they were due to all meet up for dinner, Mike was trying to bail.

"You agreed to this forever ago," Y/N replies with a sigh, lowering her eye shadow brush. She swivels in her seat to face him with a slight pout. "It'll be fun, I promise."

"What's so fun about people singing shitty cover songs all night?" he sneers, crossing his arms over his chest childishly. "I think it would be better if I just went to Reese's place tonight. He's having a party, you should go there instead, too."

"I already put money down and told my friends I was doing this with them, Mike."

He scoffs. "But I'm your boyfriend."

"And they're my friends."

"So you're seriously gonna ditch me, then?" he asks snidely, a pang of guilt firing through Y/N's chest.

"I mean, maybe I can meet up with you later? I can try to come to Reese's after dinner or something."

He rolls his eyes, making him look like an angsty teenager.

"Whatever. Don't bother, I'll just see you tomorrow or something."

Mike doesn't even send her off with a kiss or wish her a happy New Year before he's out the door. Y/N sighs, resisting the urge to bury her head in her hands and mess up the makeup she's applied to her face. Mike was great at the beginning — she thought she'd really gotten lucky with him, but around two months ago, he started acting like everything she asked him to do was a chore. From date nights to attending family dinners at her parents' place, he always made her feel dumb for requesting his presence.

She tries to ignore the anxiety brewing in her stomach when she meets her friends for dinner. They all ask where he is, and when she has to say that he would rather go play video games with his friends all night, they're quick to jump on what an awful boyfriend he is. She knows that — she really, truly knows that, and she doesn't know why she hasn't ended things yet.

When they get to the karaoke bar around 10 pm, Y/N's already tired, even if she's attempting to press on and make the most of her night. She giggles as she watches her friends scream the lyrics to songs by Queen and Fleetwood Mac, and she's particularly impressed by Nina's cover of "good 4 u" by Olivia Rodrigo, which she of course dedicates to Y/N.

With a few shots and two mystery cocktails under her belt, Y/N's actually having a good time. She excuses herself 10 minutes before midnight to go to the bathroom, not wanting to miss out on any of the excitement when the clock strikes 12.

Only, when she's walking down the long hallway, her eyes on the floor as she navigates her slightly drunken steps, she bumps into a figure. A hard figure, wearing a fuzzy cardigan.

And when she glances up, it's the last person she expects to see.

"Holy shit!" the curly haired brunette exclaims, pupils wide and breath smelling of tequila. It's clear that he's just as messed up as she is, if not a little bit more. "You're that girl from last year!"

She immediately giggles, the warmth of the alcohol in her system dismissing any embarrassment she may have felt otherwise.

"From that shitty house party, right?" she asks, thinking back to 2020.

"Yes!" he shouts, slamming his palm against his forehead. "You helped me clean up that wine!"

"And you drove me home." she laughs.

"Oh my god, this is crazy," he declares, making Y/N laugh even harder, "Sorry, I'm kinda fucked, but this is still exciting."

"Why? We were both having awful nights last year and I could tell you wanted nothing more than to kick me out of your car."

"What are you talking about? You were the nicest person I met at that party," he replies with a slight wrinkle between his brows, "Plus, you were the best part, since you got me out of it."

Y/N snorts. A few people attempt to brush past them in the hallway and they both move to the side, leaning their shoulders against the wall.

"I'm glad I could be of service," she says with a smirk. "What are you doing here tonight? Are you having a better New Year's?"

"I mean, I'm definitely higher and drunker this year," he cracks and it makes her roll her eyes playfully, "How about you? Feeling good?"

She allows the question to ping pong around in circumference of her brain. She was feeling good, but only because of alcohol, her friends, and the absence of her boyfriend. Taking a beat, she looks up at the green-eyed male before her, her breath catching in her throat when she realizes he's somehow gotten closer, likely because of all the traffic in the hallway. She swallows, her throat suddenly feeling dry.

"I'm feeling good," she finally answers, wringing her hands together in front of her.

"That doesn't really sound like a confident answer." he teases, crossing his arms over his chest. Her eyes flutter down to the tee-shirt he wears underneath the striped cardigan, the word sex scrawled simply across his chest.

"I had a fight with my boyfriend before I came here," she admits, though she doesn't quite know why, "He knew about these plans for weeks and he just bailed to go play video games with his friends. I'm kind of pissed about it."

He hums and she notices that his jaw clenches slightly when he presses his lips into a line. She's not sure if it's from the drugs or something else, but she quickly glances back up at his eyes.

"Sounds like a dick move." he says decidedly. Y/N shrugs.

"He's kind of a dick, to be honest."

That makes him bark out a laugh, shaking his head as his lips form into a half-hearted smile.

"What do you need to turn your night around, then?" he asks, patting his pockets as he looks for something, "I have some more coke on me if you need to get inappropriately high. I'm also not against buying you shots at the bar, but given my inebriated state, I unfortunately can't be your Uber driver tonight."

"Do you always speak like a scholar when you're fucked?" Y/N mocks with a smirk.

"Maybe," he grins, "So what can I get you, New Year's stranger?"

It hits her then that they've never exchanged names. Not officially, at least. Y/N of course knew who he was — his name and face had spent the better part of 2020 being plastered across tabloids, and she recognized him back to his One Direction days — but it felt weird to just assume as much.

Likewise, Harry wasn't above asking Gemma if she was familiar with the girl he'd met a year ago today. He hoped she may have some connection to her, given the fact that her silly little ramblings stuck around in his brain far longer than he would've anticipated. After Gemma asked around, he learned her name, but never did anything with it, instead opting for a year of distracted hookups and flings.

And even without acknowledging the fact that they each know the other's names, they're somehow more comfortable with being a New Year's stranger.

"Can I bum a cigarette off you?" Y/N asks, remembering back to last year when he was chain smoking, somewhat pathetically, on the back porch.

"Haven't smoked for a year," he replies cheekily, "But I can ask a friend for one if you want."

She shakes her head. "I just need some air, really. Would you wanna take a breather with me?"

Harry nods and follows her out, eager to speak with her away from the crowded, loud interior of the bar. He can't help but check her out from behind, lips pressing together as he drinks in her thin slip dress, black tights, and platform heels. She looks cute. Similar to last year, just a tad more mature. It fits her, he thinks.

When they get outside, Y/N's ears are ringing, but her warm skin is enthralled by LA's sad excuse for winter weather. She instantly feels less clammy, leaning back against the brick exterior of the building and allowing it to cool her. Harry follows her lead, his mind spinning slightly as he continues to take her in.

"How've you been?" he finally asks, desperate to break the silence. She peeks an eye open and glances at him in her peripheral.

"Fine. Work's busy. Friends are good. Boyfriend's... there," she answers in short sentences, like she's checking things off. "You?"

"Just about the same, minus the boyfriend. Single as can be, actually."

Y/N hums. "Any shitty exes this year?"

"Not any official ones," he says, his nose wrinkling as he mentally runs through the year's rolodex of flings. "Can I ask why you're still with this guy if he's such a dick?"

She lets out a humorless laugh before shrugging her shoulders, a look of disarray twisting her features.

"Your guess is as good as mine, stranger."

Harry turns to look at her, pressing his side into the cold brick building. "You don't have to torture yourself with him. If you're unhappy, you have every right to stand up for yourself and leave him behind. Life's too short."

"I know," she says, her eyes fluttering shut again, "I know."

"You deserve to be happy."

She smiles, but there's no happiness behind it.

"You don't know me."

"You think it's a total coincidence we ended up meeting again, exactly one year later to the near hour?" Harry asks, halving the distance between them with a single stride, "This feels like fate."

"This feels like we're both fucked up on New Year's Eve."

"Sure. But alcohol and drugs didn't get us here."

Y/N sighs. When she opens her eyes, he's right in front of her, so close she can see the lengthy wisps of his eyelashes. She swallows tightly, unsure of her next move or his intention. If she really cared about Mike, she would leave Harry here. If she didn't feel the mutual attraction to the man in front of her, she would go back to her friends. If she didn't wonder if he was onto something with this fate thing, she would forget this whole thing ever happened.

But she doesn't care about Mike, and she's attracted to Harry, and he's making her believe in fate.

"It's almost midnight, stranger," Harry breathes, and Y/N glances behind him to see people beginning the countdown from 10. "What do you wanna do about it?"

She knows what he's implying.

She's not drunk enough to view this as a mistake, but she's sober enough to want it.

"Tell me what you want."

"Kiss me," she exhales, her hands shaking at her sides, "Kiss me, please."

There's cheering and yelling and whooping from everyone around them. Cars are honking their horns, fireworks are going off in the distance, people are screaming happy new year. And with all the stimulation surrounding them, all she can focus on is Harry's lips on hers, wet and sloppy and still somehow so perfect. She kisses him back eagerly, teeth clashing annoyingly, hands exploring hips and backs and sides as they lick into each other's mouths, heavy and hot with lust.

She doesn't know how long they've been at it, clawing at one another on a public sidewalk in downtown LA. But she knows that eventually, someone stops to breathe and she takes it as an opportunity to step back. Harry's eyes flicker open, confusion and sadness radiating through the jade green, and she gives him a sorrowed smile in response.

"See you around, stranger."

She's gone before he can stop her.

. . .

New Year's Eve, 2022

"You're fucking joking, right?"

Maybe if Harry had glanced up from his phone two seconds earlier, he could've turned around and avoided this happening. But he's stupid, and he was too busy flipping through his mom's annual Christmas post on Instagram when he hears her voice, and he knows he's in for it.

So he's not entirely surprised when the interaction ends as quickly as it began, just with a tequila soda staining his sweater from her angry drink throwing.

If he's being honest, he gets it. After last New Year's Eve, when they so intelligently decided to eat each other's faces in the middle of LA, gossip blogs and tabloids alike blew up. He felt awful — there were pictures of it everywhere and his fans were desperate to find out who she was. It wasn't a shock to him when they found her social media, job, and, worst of all, the fact that she was in a relationship with someone.

Harry wanted to send flowers, bake her a million apology pies, and grovel on his knees to express how gross he felt about the situation. But instead, he figured it was better for him to stay away. He could only assume that continuing to bother her would make the situation worse, especially considering how cruel the internet could be.

Instead, it just seems like a sad, sick joke that they ended up at the same New Year's Eve dinner party.

When he agreed to come, he was completely unaware that his friend Lea was dating Alice, one of Y/N's oldest friends. They just moved in together a month back and decided to throw a small get together to ring in 2023.

He wishes someone would've warned him that she would be here.

A year ago, he was in a different place. He was in deep with doing drugs and drinking to cope with stress after a busy year of nonstop work. He knows it wasn't an excuse for what he did, and while it took both of them to form that situation, his world was far more complicated than hers. Had it been any other person, it would've been a one-off hookup on New Year's Eve.

With a sigh, his heeled boots carry him to Lea and Alice's kitchen, where he's eager to dry off some of the liquid that's sopping through the material of his sweater. Luckily, it's empty, the rest of the party meandering around the dining and living rooms as they wait for dinner to be served. He mentally curses Sarah and Mitch, who were supposed to accompany him tonight, but bailed last minute because their baby was being fussy.

A shit excuse, if you ask him.

He's forced to rejoin the party when Alice announces it's time to eat. Harry's thankful to be friends with such excellent chefs, who have prepared an array of vegetarian, vegan, and meat dishes for every food restriction imaginable. When he sits down at his place setting, he's admiring the salad in front of him when he feels someone towering over him.

"Alice, can I change my seat?"

Of fucking course.

He looks up to see her standing there, pinching her own name plate between her fingers with a less-than-satisfied expression painted on her features. His eyes follow her target, the brunette with a shag haircut holding Lea's hand, who sends a glare back her way.

"No. Just sit down, Y/N."

Silently, she does, though her actions seem far more petulant and childish than her lack of response. She doesn't exchange any words or throw any more drinks at Harry as she serves herself, though she also doesn't offer to pass any of the plates he's clearly reaching for, either. With a sigh, he allows her to avoid him, all the way through the toast when she refuses to clink her glass with his.

The table settles in a baseline chatter, the sounds of multiple conversations filling Harry's ears as he scoops forkfuls of quinoa and asparagus into his mouth.

"Can you stop chewing so loud?" she hisses at him, just loud enough for only him to hear.

"Can you stop being so rude?" Harry fires back lowly, wiping his mouth with the cloth napkin, "I'm sorry for last year and I apologize for anything that came of it, but it's not fair for you to only blame me."

"My job fired me," she sneers and Harry's eyebrows shoot up, "And what did you get? More album sales?"

"No— no, I didn’t get anything from it, but— I’m so sorry, I had no idea—“

She rolls her eyes, suddenly standing from the table and pushing her chair in. Her heels clack against the wood floor as she steps away from the dining room and in the direction of the outdoor balcony. Immediately, Harry follows her lead, feeling Lea and Alice's eyes on him.

Her back is to him, the doors shut, but he can tell she's exhaling smoke from the cigarette wedged between her fingers. Carefully, he twists the doorknob open and gently closes it behind him, his stomach gurgling with nerves.

"I'm very, very sorry that your job fired you. I didn't know. I wish I did more. I thought about you constantly — I wanted to apologize but I didn't, and that's no fault but my own." he pauses to swallow but she doesn't look at him once. "It's not an explanation, but I was really drunk and high. Last year was... messy. And I should've known better, but I didn't."

She hums, as if in contemplation, as she takes another draw from her cigarette.

"You just... you took so much from me without even knowing it. I know it was both of us, but..."

"I know," Harry says, taking a step closer to her. "I can't express to you how awful I feel."

She shrugs. "It's fine, it's in the past. I just wanted… an apology, or closure or something. I didn’t know you wanted to offer that.” she takes a shaky breath. “I got a new job."

He resists the urge to say that's good, because in actuality, it isn't, and he's the reason why it happened to begin with. Instead, he bites his tongue, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers as she turns to face him.

"Are you still not smoking?"

He smiles gently. "Yes. No drugs either, this year. Maybe by the time we run into each other in 2023, I'll be totally sober."

"You don't seem like the type. Feel like every time I see you, you have a glass of wine or tequila in your hand."

He chuckles.

"To be fair, you've only seen me on New Year's Eve."

"Mm," she nods, stubbing her cigarette out with the heel of her boot, "Isn't that weird? All these years of being my New Year's stranger."

The nickname sets fire to his chest. 12 months later and he forgot that's what they'd started calling one another last year.

"It is weird," he nods, agreeing, "Almost seems like fate."

"Oh, we're not going down that road again," she snorts with a roll of her eyes, and it makes his own eyes crinkle in amusement. "If it was fate, we would've run into each other more. I think we just have mutual friends."

"That might be true. We only live 15 minutes away from one another."

She raises her eyebrows, "Really?"

"Have you moved since 2020?"

She shakes her head.

"Then yes. You live on Maple, I'm on Bleeker."

"That's three blocks over," she says, clearly bemused, "How did we seriously never see each other otherwise?"

Harry shrugs. "I mean, I guess I'm out of the city, like, 9 months of the year."

A silence blankets over them as she presses her elbows against the cool banister on the balcony, looking out to the city. Harry glances at the watch on his wrist. It's a few minutes past 10, just a few hours before the year ends.

"I'm sorry for throwing a drink at you."

"It's okay. I deserved it."

Silence again. And then: "Would you ever want not be my stranger?"

Y/N tilts her head and looks at him with confused eyes.

"I mean," he pauses in an attempt to get his words together through his slightly buzzed brain, "Would you wanna know me outside of New Year's? Start fresh, maybe."

A gentle smile worms its way onto her face. It gives him a glimmer of hope.

"Remember what you said about fate?"

He nods.

"Find me any other day of the year," she says softly, stretching her arm out to pat his hand lightly, "If you do, it's fate."

. . .

2023

Harry's having the most chaotic morning ever.

He slept through his alarm (something that rarely ever happens), got to his pilates class late, and completely forgot he has three early afternoon meetings with his record label. From the gym, he rushed over to the grocery store because he recently got home from tour and there's absolutely no food, and he has about 20 more minutes before his stomach starts growling embarrassingly loud.

He's all but pushing old ladies out of the way with his cart, grabbing boxes of granola bars and bins of fresh fruit with no agenda in mind. Glancing down at his watch, he sees his first meeting begins in a half an hour, which means he'll definitely have to take it in the car over Bluetooth, considering traffic makes it near impossible to get places within a reasonable amount of time.

He's huffy, tired, hungry, and sweaty as he waits in line to check out. He's wearing his sunglasses inside like a douchebag, but he can't be bothered to take them off. He's also trying to be better about not distracting himself with his phone when he's in public places, so he decides to people watch and take stock of those around him: An elderly couple who are struggling to use self check-out, a woman who looks like she may be on one of the housewives shows on TV, and a girl that looks suspiciously similar to his New Year's stranger.

Only, when she turns her head, thanking the cashier with her bag of groceries in her hand as she walks out of the store, it hits him like a massive bag of bricks: It is his New Year's stranger.

Suddenly, nothing else in the world matters — not his cart full of snacks, his meetings, his empty stomach. He's jogging, damn near running to catch up to her, brushing past the morning rush of the supermarket as he tries to grab her attention. It isn't until they're out in the parking lot when he finally does it. Perhaps one of the more embarrassing things he's chosen to do in broad daylight, but he doesn't care, because it's her, and he's not letting her get away this time.

"Hey! Stranger!" he shouts, cupping his hands around his mouth to carry his voice against the parking lot.

Almost immediately, she turns around, her eyes wide as she looks to see who the greeting came from.

And maybe it's just wishful thinking, but Harry doesn't think he's ever seen someone grin so beautifully when her eyes finally meet his.

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Steal my heart (chapter 2)

Pairing: Kit Thantalos x Thief! Reader

Summary: You woke up somewhere you don't know.

Warnings: Swearing

Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Note: I accidentally used spoon feeding here too and have no regrets.

Song Recommendation: Blue Eyes - Elton John

"Dehydration and malnutrition. Honesty Its kind of a miracle for her to be able to carry herself, let your higness to the castle ." The healer was reporting to the Queen.

"Your majesty, our two guards just let us know that she was a part of a criminal activity. That-that she's a thief! "

"I don't care who she is. She saved my daughter's life. I owe to her."

You were able to hear the conversations but you couldn't find the strength to open your eyes and move around.

"B-but."

"That's enough. " you heard a familiar voice.

"She saved my life so what I need is, her to be okay." The familiar voice sounded distressed.

"Yes, your highness. "

You felt sleep taking you once again in its world.

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You woke up to sunrays in front of your eyelids. You blinked a couple of times. You were in a bed. You looked around to see the girl who you carried to the castle. She was sitting in a chair next to your bed and polising her sword.

"You are awake! How do you feel? "

You blinked a couple of times. You wanted to answer but your throat was too dry to make a proper sound. You licked your lips and before you knew she came closer to you with a glass of water.

"Let me help. " You nodded as you looked in her blue eyes. She put her hand to the back of your head and raised it so you could drink from the glass. You sipped the water first then you grabbed the glass and finished it in a second.

You were thirsty.

She took the carafe and filled your glass with more water.

You chugged it in a second again.

"Thanks." You managed to say to the princess next to you as you looked up and down to take her in more.

She smiled and it rushed your heart.

"No problem...wait." She said and went to get a healer to check on you.

She came with a middle aged woman who first checked your temperature with the back of her hand.

"How do you feel? " th woman frowned worried.

"I feel better. Thank you."

Your stomach grumbled in a desperate way.

The princess nodded to herself "I am going to bring some food."

You tried to hide your red face.

"She needs soft food, your highness like soup. Something easy to digest but I can make someone go get her you don't have to-"

The princess already vanished to get you something to eat.

'Are princesses really that helpful?' You thought to yourself than you remembered what happened in detail.

She was bit by a large snake but she looked pretty good now.

You cleared your throat.

"How is your highness? She was bit. "

Woman who was busy with things you didn't know turned to you and her gaze soften.

" Yes, she was but thanks to you she is alive now. We are so grateful for that. Your highness's mother, Queen Sorsha wanted to see you when you got better."

"Oh... uhm. Sure and I'm glad I could make it in time. "

"Your highness is fine right now. Don't worry about that. You on the other hand had been sleeping for two days."

Your eyes widen to woman's words.

"What? Two days? I -I..."

The princess came into your sight with a tray in her hands with a dedicated expression on her face. She put the tray to the table next to you.

You tried to sit on your bed but you hissed when your back shivered in pain.

The princess and the healer tried to help you to sit properly on your back.

The princess was very close to you right now which made you blush. She took the bread and started to make it into small pieces and d put them in the soup.

You could feel her breath when she sighed as she grabbed the bowl. You looked at her face. 'She is really pretty." you thought and you might have looked at her more than appropriate cause the woman cleared her throat and you turned your head to her direction.

She smiled knowingly.

"Your highness I shall feed h-"

" I want to." She took a spoon of soup blew it to make it a comfortable temperature.

"I can eat own my own. "

The healer and the princess shoted a look to you and you found yourself being unsure.

"I- I mean. I really don't want to be a bother." you explained nervously.

The princesses eyes pierced yours.

"How can you say that when you literally saved my life. I couldn't make it without you. Thank you. I owe you. "

You smiled softly.

"You don't owe me anything. It's an honor for me your highness."

"It's Kit. Call me Kit." Her smile met her eyes.

The healer's mouth hang open as Kit's head turned to the healers direction.

"Brenda, did you know she didn't know I was a princess when she took me here?" she smirked at your direction.

"Really? " Her eyes widen with shock.

"Yeah. I told her I was a daughter of a guard in the castle. "

You remembered the earlier conversation.

*Flashback*

Your arms ached with pain as you carry the girl who was becoming more and more pale by each moment.

"You don't know where the castle is? "

"I'm not really from here."

"Where are you from? "

"Not around. "

"That was specific." she chuckled with a groggy voice.

You sighed heavily.

"Why are we going to the castle? Who are you?"

"My dad works there. As a guard. They can help me there. "

"Is that why you dressed up as one? "

She snorted as much as she could a poisoned person can.

"Don't tell me you stole your daddy's sword. That looks too good for you to have."

She smirked tiredly.

"You know about swords? "

"Kind of... " you smirked tiredly.

*end of the flashback*

You understood why she lied.

Many people could kidnap the Princess for their interests.

She put the spoon between your lips. The soup felt delicious and warm. It was like nothing you had for the longest time. You let her feed you as you eagerly took every spoonful of soup down to your stomach.

" Why didn't you eat before, darling? " The healer asked.

Kit cleaned your mouth with a napkin.

"I didn't have time to."

A few minutes passed with silence. You were never spoon fed by a Princess before. It felt weird. In a good way.

Kit's brows raised up.

" I heard things about you. "

She cleaned her throat and looked at the healer. The healer took it as a sigh and left you two alone.

You gulped.

"The guards came here, didn't they? "

You didn't felt like lying to her.

She sighed.

"Yes, they did. They told my mum, the Queen that they were looking for you. They told her that you are a thief. " She stopped and looked at you for an explanation.

You looked down at your lap and fiddled with your fingers.

"If I am going to jail or be executed I-"

She started to laugh "What? "

Her laugh was a song you never heard of.

"I mean, It's true. I am a thief."

"You saved my life. So you're not going anywhere." Her face came closer and it was pretty serious. "I-I mean anywhere bad. " She got back in her chair.

Relief came to you by her words but her being close to you made you nervous.

In a good way.

"Thank you, Kit. "

She put her hand on your leg.

"No, thank you, ...uhm? " her eyes pierced yours again as she smiled.

"Y/N." you smiled.

Her hand warmed your entire leg.

"Thank you, Y/N." She smiled softly.

You never really knew you could ever like blue eyes so much until now...

Taglist: @valenftcrush @elliewilliamsgf69 @hayatistirahati @rubycruzsbitch @crxmxnzl-c0rpzes

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he-goes-down · 7 months

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0. There Was A Time

fic chapters/warnings/disclaimers/ect

:DISCLAIMER:

Mentions of drugs/ sex ect.

English is not my first language

POV changes

x reader

inconsistent updates

time line is not perfect or accurate

Character may also not be accurate

I'll also be posting this on wattpad and maybe ao3

So if you see it wasn't stolen<3

Also i dont know how tumblr works and how to link chapters together(someone send help)

ALSO THIS NOT EDITED IN ANYWAY SO SORRY IF THERE ARE SPELLING MISTAKES

THANK YOU FOR READING MWUAH MWUAH

LEAVE COMMENTS <3

The studio was warm in the coldest night of this Autumn, warm yellowish light and the red carpeted floor made it feel like a cosy log cabin. A full drum set with a few too many ride cymbals and windchimes sat close to the middle of the fat bare bricked wall, with a small metal bucket that had the remains of broken splinter drumsticks. A rack of guitars and two bass holders stood next to the right wall where an old armchair sits, a few different sized amps scattered round the square room. Right in front of the glass that separates the control room from the studio three mic stand in a line with noise cancelling boxes surrounding each of them.

In the control room there is a strong smell of weed and other smokeable herbs, "No! You can't take Runaway Blues off the album!" A man with short shoulder length brown hair and a moustache protested as he puffed on his cigarette as he lied back on the couch, his dark glasses fell back on his face as he tilted his head back. "I agree with Jake. It shows how good we are even when we're shit faced." The man with long curly hair, a gorgeous ethnic nose, stood up �� towering over the other 4 people in the sesh – and began to roll another blunt on one of the control panels. The one that started this debated piped in, "Thanks Dan for taking my side." He said sarcastically, his curly mullet was like a solid cloud on his head, and he has a moustache like Jake. "We'll our wonderful manager and producer here," A man that looked like Jesus pointed to a woman that sat next to Jake on the couch. "Was the one that wasn't shit faced, I think that's why it was actually good, Joshua." He finished. "Hey, hey, I'm not saying it's shit because of you, please believe me y/n!" Josh dramatically pleaded to y/n. She was looking up at the ceiling. Pupils dilated. Blunt in hand. "Just, make it shorter." She said confidently, waving her hand a bit. Still not looking at anyone and head craned back. "You have the answer to everything." Danny said his mouth slightly gaped that such a simple solution didn't register in any of their minds. Or he's just on a psychedelic trip and can't spark up a brain cell.

The following week the band had dates in LA since they were still doing there 'Dreams in Gold' Tour. The band was already at the venue setting up, some still sleeping in the bus. Y/n had some business to attend to in their studio in New York before going down to LA. She decided to walk down the infamous Sunset Strip, as a historic music place like this could not go untrekked when having the chance. Wearing a black turtleneck, dark blue flare jeans with dark brown boots and a satchel bag hanging from her shoulder, a small suitcase's handle in the other hand while the silver case dragged its wheels on the floor. As she caught the sight of the colourful sign of The Rainbow, a voice called to her. "Y/n?" A older man, short blondish hair, leather jacket, sunglasses.

Axl Rose.

And like the trigger of a gun being pulled,

A life was lost.

(or misplaced)

Y/n's POV:

Everything stood still,

I stood still.

Then it all went dark. It was a black lifeless void.

Falling backwards but being physically still.

Time was reversing.

A previous life. My life?

Memories rolling past like an old film.

My head spiralled.

I can't comprehend this. What is happening to me?

My first years of school, late 60's early 70's. That's not right. It was the early 2000's.

Falling in love with music, Queen, Elton John.

Highschool was trip. My parents being stricter than anyone else's, they didn't believe I could have a job as in the music industry.

Studying music in college then going on the Uni and taking a science course to get my folks off my back.

One of my most successful record deals was Mötley Crüe and Bon Jovi.

Before they even started writing lyrics for their songs, I knew it off by heart and helped them gain success with it and recording went like dream.

Now I was searching the East Coast for a new band to sign.

March 1985, The City of Angels.

A flash of light, and my eyes flickered open.

It a cold night, dark but the city light was somewhat comforting.

It was the Sunset Strip, but something was...

Off.

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OMG SORRY IF IT'S SHIT

THIS WAS LIKE THE INTRODUCTION, FIRST PART IS COMING OUT SOON

IM SO EXCITED

(Band at the beginning is greta van fleet )

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ipeamerelo · 4 months

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Thank you for meeting me in the woods, thank you for leading me home

Hello, this is my holidays firstprince fluff fic based on Henry's Christmas letter to Alex and inspired from the beautiful fanart by the talented @vkelleyart

❝It’s partly the year unspringing towards its end and the soothing press of Alex holding onto him that makes him so hopelessly sentimental, he thinks. Something to do with the effortless easiness of slipping a kiss to Alex’s forehead and just letting the moment hold its weight.

In this moment on a snowy Christmas night, Elton John's voice croons over the record player as they dance around the piano; a-few-glasses-too-full wine-drunk and happy beyond all measures, Henry leans down to kiss the love of his life. ❞

#red white and royal blue #rwrb book #rwrb #rwrb fic #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #holidays fluff #winter #fanfic

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a-whispering-echo · 5 months

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Dust playlist

because hes on my mind 24/7

Drugs, smoke and self-deprecation and 'lmao im psycho' kinda music

(he also has 'catholic-guilt' vibes to me, so...)

Teddy Hyde - Sex With A Ghost

twenty one pilots - Ride

twenty one pilots - The Judge

Imagine Dragons - Radioactive

Melanie Martinez - Mad Hatter

Lotta True Crime - Penelope Scott

Lady Gaga - Bloody Mary

alt-J (∆) Breezeblocks

Ke$ha - Blow

Gang Of Youths - Achilles, Come Down

Rihanna - Disturbia - (Disturbia/Radioactive Mashup)

Entomologists - GHOST ( <;3 really this one fits him REALLY well!)

Penelope scott- Dead girls

Bebe Rexha - I'm Gonna Show You Crazy

Queen - Another One Bites The Dust (yes, really. Its not just here for the pun lmao) - Cover my Meltberry is great too!

Queen - Another One Bites The Dust

Sub Urban & Bella Poarch- INFERNO

Smoke and Mirrors - Cover by Lollia - (orig by - LittleJayneyCakes)

Ava Max -Sweet but Psycho

mia rodriguez - Psycho

Halsey - Gasoline

Bo Burnham - That Funny Feeling

Halsey - Control

Arctic Monkeys - Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?

Mother Mother - Hayloft II

Oh Klahoma - Jack Stauber

Gorillaz - Rhinestone Eyes

Hozier - Take Me To Church

Problems- Mother Mother

The Front Bottoms - Be Nice To Me

The Crane Wives - Pretty Little Things

Ghost - Mary On A Cross

Penelope Scott - Sweet Hibiscus Tea

Give Heart Records-Ashes

The Front Bottoms - Twin Size Mattress (btw band au go brrr hehe)

Look Who's Inside Again by Bo Burnham - but special hehe (right, look; imagine ' the kid in the bedroom' is him in the genocide loops, 'he do anything to get out of them' but then the loops stop, and hes left all alone, and the beat drop is him realising 'thats it. Its over, im alone, and I'm never getting out.'

Lincoln - Saint Bernard

Billie Eilish - Bellyache

oh ana x jumpsuit | mother mother & twenty one pilots - clem turner

You're An Awful Person - R.I.P

K.Flay - High Enough

Queen - I'm Going Slightly Mad

melanie martinez -Milk and Cookies

Lovely - twenty one pilots

twenty one pilots: Car Radio

twenty one pilots- Kitchen Sink

Breaking Benjamin - I Will Not Bow

NEW DIVIDE - Linkin Park

twenty one pilots - Nico And The Niners

twenty one pilots - Message Man

The Things I Deserve - GHOST

Alec Benjamin - Mind Is A Prison

KikuoHana - O Light

Apocalyptica feat. Brent Smith - Not Strong Enough

The Pixies - Where is my mind

Lil Soda Boi - "plug me in"

Penelope Scott - Soap

AJR - Karma

Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz

Stella Jang - Villain

Killer In The Mirror - Set it Off

I Don't Give A... - MISSIO

Na Na Na - My Chemical Romance

Daughtry - Traitor

Famous Last Words - My Chemical Romance

I'm Still Standing - Elton John

Glass Animals - Toes ( All I ever want, is just a little love - hehe, not just for that line, but yk)

Panic! At The Disco - Crazy = Genius

iNSaNiTY- VocaCircus

Fish in a Birdcage - Fish in a Birdcage

syudou - Hebereke Junkie

Apocalyptica feat. Brent Smith - Not Strong Enough

ピノキオピー - 神っ (God-ish)

Call Boy - Miyashita Yuu but specifically THIS version

(I have translated english lyrics for the last two, so thats fun!)

ENHYPEN - 'Drunk-Dazed' (im gonna animates Something with this eventually)

#undertale au #undertale #dust sans #dusttale #dusttale sans #dust!sans #murder!sans #murder sans #playlist #character playlist #thats enough songs for now #same deal as last time folks -#ill add songs you want onto here!

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sataniquepanique · 2 years

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Deep in the Heart of Texas

Summary: You meet a stranger at a hotel bar during a work trip, and now you can't get him out of your head.

Warnings: smut, 18+ only, minors DNI. Mentions of drinking/being intoxicated.

A/N: This is in an older!Eddie timeline, around 30 years old, same as reader. I'm currently traveling for work and wrote this after literally sitting alone at my hotel bar reading a new D&D manual on my phone and feeling like a loser. Enjoy lol

Texas wasn’t as bad as everyone up north makes it out to be. Yeah, it’s hot as fuck even though autumn had officially started this week, but the atmosphere and the people generously made up for it. Austin was one of the coolest places your job had taken you to so far, a three-day business trip in a quirky, artsy city. After a morning filled with meetings and conferences, you took a few hours to yourself to explore the bustling downtown area filled with obscure costume shops and kitschy restaurants. The sun was sweltering, casting a hazy glow over the main drag as you wiped a bead of sweat from your brow. The heat was starting to nag at you, along with the exhaustion from your flight last night, and you figure it best to head back to the hotel for the night, but not before stopping to buy a pair of brass bullet earrings from a street vendor. “Handmade local jewelry will always win me over,” you tell him sweetly as you hand over $60 for the earrings and a silver ring carved with delicate filigree that caught your eye at the last minute. The older man smiles politely, handing you a small paper bag with your items.

You aren’t one to nap usually, but the second you saw your carefully made hotel bed you collapse into the plush comforter, instantly falling asleep in its soft marshmallow embrace. When you wake the sun is setting, the small room aglow with a warm amber tone. The little black clock on the nightstand reads 6:32, and your stomach growls as you stretch your arms above your head. Not feeling up for another city walk just yet, you decide on going to the hotel bar to grab something quick for dinner. Shedding your earlier clothes, you opt for a faded Black Sabbath shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and white converse. Patting down your pockets to make sure you have your room key and wallet, you pause feeling like you’re missing something. The bar would be quiet, and you didn’t really feel like talking to anyone (especially strangers), so you quickly grab your beat up D&D manual in the hopes of working on a new campaign.

The hotel bar is relatively empty, save a balding older man seated at the end and a group of four at a table by the large windows. Slipping onto a stool at the opposite end of the mahogany bar, the young bartender flits down to you, tossing a coaster onto the counter and handing over a menu. She’s young, maybe a little younger than you, with large eyes and unruly red hair that’s tied up loosely at the crown of her head. “What can I get ya?” She sings with a smile, eyes sparkling as you glance down at the menu.

“Uh…can I have whatever local lager you have?” You glance up, placing an order for food as the waitress nods in approval.

The bar food left something to be desired, but the beer that the waitress had sent over was phenomenal. After she took away your half eaten plate, you order another lager, cracking open your manual in the process and scanning over the pages you had dog-eared previously. This new campaign was frustrating the shit out of you, you’d been working on it for weeks, and keep getting stuck. On your third beer of the night, and entirely engrossed in your reading, you didn’t notice a man sit down two seats away. You run a defeated hand down your face and close your eyes, trying to get inspired by something, anything. The rhythmic clinking against a glass stirs your attention, and you look over to see the man tapping along to an Elton John song playing over the bar speakers, his ringed fingers dancing in the low lighting. He notices your glance in the mirror behind the bar, and offers a small grin in return, turning towards your direction ever so slightly. He was cute, long dark curls framed his angular face, the hint of dark circles under his deep chocolate eyes like he hadn’t slept properly in a few days. Your eyes quickly flash to the patches on his denim vest, a smile playing at the corner of your mouth as you see a few of your favorite bands adorning the lapel.

“Holy shit—is that a D&D manual?” He leans towards you, picking the book up slightly to get a look at the cover. You pull it back defensively, looking at him out of your peripheral.

“Yes? Is that a problem?” You blush, embarrassed a little at his tone.

His eyes widen as he realizes how forward he was being. “Oh, no, absolutely not. I’m sorry…” He puts a hand up in surrender, making you soften a bit. “I just uh, I play a lot with my friends back home so it’s nice to see someone else that’s into it.”

He looks down at his drink, swirling the bottle around nervously as the two of you avoid eye contact. A sudden pang in your chest makes you feel guilty for being so rude to this poor guy, he was just trying to be friendly and you had immediately put up a brick wall to shut him out.

“I’m getting stuck,” you blurt out, smoothing a hand over the open page of your manual. Looking straight ahead into the mirror, you meet his eyes staring back at you. Those deep dark eyes are confused, searching yours for further explanation.

“I’ve been trying to map out a new campaign for my party, and I keep getting stuck somewhere in the middle. I know where it starts, and I know sort of where I want it to go, but the details are tripping me up.” You turn to face him now, shifting your full body on the barstool. It’s brief, but you catch it, the light that sparks from behind his eyes.

“Oh yeah?” He beams, obviously trying to play it cool. “You’re a DM? I haven’t met many girls who play D&D, let alone take on the position of Dungeon Master.”

The confession makes you laugh a little, you not-so-secretly loved to prove men wrong and step into their so-called ‘territory’. “Yeah, I DM for a party back home. It’s me and six of my friends from back in high school.”

He smiles back at you, slowly scooting into the barstool directly next to yours. “And where exactly is home, Dungeon Master?”

“Pittsburgh. And it’s Mistress actually—Dungeon Mistress.” The title comes out almost as a growl, unintentional but not unwanted.

His eye widen, quickly focusing his attention on the manual in front of you. Pulling it closer towards him, he fingers through the dog-eared pages. “So tell me what you have so far, maybe I can help…”

God, he was really cute when he was flustered.

As you try to push that thought from your mind, you quickly walk him through the general plan for your campaign, while he tries to pull as much information out of you as he can. When you finally finish, he sits quietly, hand stroking his chin in thought.

“Okay, so generally, I love where you’re headed with this,” He starts. “And I see how you’re getting stuck, but I think there’s also a bunch of ways we can proceed. It just depends on how brutal you want to get with this campaign.”

You eyes narrow as they meet his, a devilish smile pulling at the corner of your lips. “Oh, I want it to be torture.”

His pupils dilate as he grins back, “That’s my girl.”

Two beers later, both of you were huddled over the bar making annotations in the margins of your battered D&D manual. Between the planning and brainstorming, you had learned a lot about each other, sharing your professions and backgrounds. Eddie was on a tour stop with his band, only passing through until tomorrow when they head out to Louisiana. You weren’t familiar with Corroded Coffin, but he was kind enough to give you a copy of their newest album to check out. You told him about your work, the autumn travel season, and bits of your life back home in Pittsburgh. It was easy to talk to him, his lighthearted demeanor breaking down every wall you had initially put up. In the back of your mind there was a nagging feeling, a slight twinge of sadness that you wouldn’t see him again after this one small encounter. If you’re honest, you’d love to have him be a more permanent fixture; collaborating on campaigns, swapping music, maybe even seeing him play live eventually. As you find yourself clinging to those thoughts, the realization that you’re a little drunk surfaces. Eddie slams his bottle down in front of you playfully, grinning mischievously.

“Another one?” His eyes sparkle, a little bloodshot from his own respective buzz. You couldn’t say no to that smile.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr. Munson?” You accuse with a playful grin.

Eddie scoffs, sucking on his teeth. “I’m trying to have a good time, whether or not you join me is completely up to you.”

You bite your lip in thought. Another drink sounds like a bad idea, seeing as how your departing flight is at 7:00am the next morning, but spending more time with Eddie seems like the best thing in the world right now.

You nod definitively at him. “Fuck it.”

As the night progresses, so do your feelings for Eddie. It’s like you two had been friends for years, not some random stranger you met at a hotel bar hours ago. He had gotten more touchy as the drinks kept flowing, moving a piece of hair out of your face, placing a hand on your lower back as someone brushed past, each touch sending warm waves coursing through your body.

God you wanted him.

As you nursed your seventh—fuck—ninth maybe?—beer, Eddie grabs your hand that is resting on the bar to take a look at your rings.

“These are cool…” he trails off as he spins the little ouroboros on your middle finger, followed by the silver planchette on your index.

The feeling of his fingers on yours sends an electric shock through your body. You stare at his own silver adorned hand, silently fantasizing about what they would look like around your neck as he fucks you stupid.

“I actually bought a new one today from a street vendor,” your brain wasn’t even working anymore, the words coming out of your mouth were bold and 100% a byproduct of the current situation happening in your pants. “I have it up in my room if you want to come check it out, it’s hand carved and super intricate, you’d love it.”

As much as you wanted this to go in another direction, you tried your best to keep your voice innocent and soft.

If Eddie felt the same, he didn’t show it, just sucking down the remainder of his beer and smiling back at you. “Sure thing, doll. I’d love to.”

After tossing down cash for the bartender, Eddie follows you out towards the elevator, placing his hand on your lower back to guide you inside once the doors opened. There’s a few other people in the elevator, and the two of you end up separated by an older couple. The elevator dings at each floor as it climbs, it feels like it’s crawling as you wait in silence. You lean back slightly to glance at Eddie, and he sticks his tongue out playfully. You bite your lip to keep from giggling out loud like a teenager.

Finally the 15th floor arrives, and both of you depart the small confines and out into the carpeted hallway. Eddie sighs and throws an arm around your shoulders like he hadn’t seen you in ages as you dig through your pockets for your key. After fumbling around trying to unlock the door for a few minutes, the lock clicks and you push it open with your foot, looking back to smile at Eddie triumphantly.

He immediately crosses the small room to the window and rips the curtains open. “Oh wow…” he muses. “…you got a way better view than I did.”

You giggle openly, still feeling the effects of the alcohol radiating through your system. “What floor are you on?”

Eddie flops down onto the king sized bed, leaning back on his arms. “Second. I just get to stare at a super cool parking lot.”

“You can always stay up here, I mean, I’m only here another night, but it’s a better change of scenery.” There it was again, the boldness breaking through all of your better judgement. You sit next to Eddie on the bed, suddenly feeling self conscious about your offer. He reaches over and places a hand over yours, a delicious mix of warm skin and cold steel.

“Are you proposing a sleepover?” He places his other hand over his heart, feigning innocence. Unable to find words, and taken aback by his beauty in the dim light, you just giggle and nod.

He scoots closer to you on the bed, hand trailing up your arm and over the length of your spine, finally resting on the back of your neck.

“…and what do you propose we do at this sleepover?” His voice was low and gruff as he inched his face closer to the side of your neck.

Your breath hitches as you feel him flex his fingers on the back of your head. Slowly you turn to look at him, seeing his large eyes blown out and almost completely black. You’d never seen anything more beautiful. You snake a hand over his thigh, squeezing lightly. His sharp intake of breath is all the confidence you need.

“…anything you want.” You whisper.

In an instant Eddie is picking you up onto his lap as you tangle your hands in his hair. He kisses you like a man starved, tongue and teeth and passionate chaos. Two strong hands hold onto your hips, pushing and grinding them against him.You inhale every single one of his moans, pulling his hair to coax him to release more. Sitting back to catch your breath, you push him to lay back onto the bed, ripping your shirt off as he watches breathlessly. His hands reach up to massage your chest as you lean back down to kiss his jawline. You quickly shoot back up, eyes wide and mouth open in discovery.

“Oh my god I totally forgot to show you that ring! That’s literally the entire reason we came up here—“

Eddie stares at you like you’ve just ripped off your entire skin in front of him.

“—that’s not the reason we came up here and you know it.”

You move to get off of his lap to grab the ring, rambling about something as Eddie grabs your waist to force you back down. He places both hands on the side of your head, forcing you to look at him. “I could give less of a shit about the ring right now. All I want to think about is you for the night.”

Your body softens, trailing a hand down his chest as you lean forward to give him a soft kiss in response.

When you wake up the next morning, Eddie is gone. The opposite side of the bed where he had slept is still slightly warm. You bury your face in his pillow, inhaling his scent and feeling your heart break a little. You knew going into this that it wasn’t permanent, but somehow Eddie had crawled into your soul and made a spot for himself, a spot that now felt like a gaping hole in your chest.

The airport was close to the hotel, so you could leave about a hour before takeoff and be there in time. You throw on a pair of jeans and your old Nightmare on Elm Street tee, zipping up your suitcase and doing a one over of the room to make sure you hadn’t forgotten to pack anything up. On the table by the closet there was a note next to the coffee machine, weighed down by a shiny silver skull-shaped ring.

Sorry to leave so early, gotta get back on the road. Last night was amazing, I wish we could spend more time together. Tour stops in Pittsburgh in 2 months, I’d love to see you. ~ Eddie

You folded up the note and tucked it into your backpack, looping the heavy ring onto your necklace for safe keeping.

Landing in Pittsburgh was depressing. The overcast sky painted the city a muted gray, washing out every bit of color and creating a monotoned landscape that you were already eager to get away from. You missed Austin, the warmth, the art, the people. Most of all you missed Eddie.

When you get into your car at the airport lot, you remember the Corroded Coffin cd in your backpack. You heart rate is through the roof as you push the disc into the slot on your cars dashboard, watching as it automatically sucks it in and hearing the familiar whirring of the rotation. A beat of silence gives you little time to prepare yourself to hear his voice radiating from your speakers. The sound makes you gasp. Raspy and aggressive and beautiful, you listen to the album in its entirety, taking the backroads home to give yourself more time.

Over the next few weeks, you play Corroded Coffin’s album on repeat, surprised you haven’t burnt it out completely. With each play, your memories of that night in the hotel flash through your mind, more often that not resulting in having to relieve yourself alone in your bedroom.

Eddie flipping you over in his strong, tattoo covered arms, kissing you as he slowly pushes into your warmth. The stretch of your walls as he picks up his pace, sinking deeper and deeper with each thrust. You remember the carnal lust that started out the encounter, morphing fluidly into something softer, something akin to lovemaking. Eddie peppered your face and neck with kisses as he pulls your hips to meet his, the two of you chanting each others name like an erotic prayer. You remember the kiss he gave you as he crossed the threshold and gave into his release, how deep and sensual it was, like you were long-lost lovers reunited.

You had it marked on your calendar for two months, the day Corroded Coffin made their way to the Steel City. They were set to play a venue downtown, known for showcasing metal and hardcore bands primarily. You were nervous, having made a complete disaster zone of your bedroom trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. Not wanting to look too desperate, but also look somewhat sexy, you eventually settle on a black mini dress paired with combat boots and your trusty leather jacket. Eddie’s ring hung from your neck, nestled right above your heart; you hadn’t taken it off since Austin.

The venue was crowded, people spilling out of the doors onto the sidewalk waiting to get inside. After getting your hand stamped, you grab a beer at the small bar in the back and take a spot against the back wall of the venue. The moment the lights dim you hold your breath. You can see the silhouettes of the band members pass by the low lights adorning the stage floor, unable to pin point which one was him just yet. A disembodied voice comes through the microphone, making your heart soar.

“Hi. We’re Corroded Coffin.”

The stage lights roar to life as they immediately start playing their first song, thrashing around onstage to the driving beat. He was still beautiful, same wild dark curls and infectious smile. You couldn’t help but grin as you watch his fingers expertly dance over his guitar, remembering how he had used them on you a few months ago.

You spend the entire show against the back, hidden in the darkness so Eddie wouldn’t notice you. You’re not even sure if he would want to see you honestly, would he even care that you showed up tonight? When the show ends, you exit out the side door and notice a gaggle of girls crowded around near the vans parked out back. Those same familiar curls are visible over their heads, bent down talking to them and laughing while he signs an autograph on one of their cds. Jealously nips at your heart, until you get a closer look at his face. He wasn’t looking at them like he had looked at you that night.

You squeeze past the girls towards the front of their group, undetected by Eddie as he distractedly takes a photo with another person to your left.

“Can I have your autograph Mr. Munson?” Your desire is apparent in the purr of your voice, making Eddie snap his head in your direction. A toothy smile breaks through his face, and you can see the same look in his eyes that he had back at that small hotel bar. He gives back the pen in his hand to one of his fans, turning his attention solely on you. You can hear some of the girls whining for his autograph, but they’re all quickly tuned out as he reaches up to brush a stray piece of hair off your face, cupping his hand to your cheek as he takes in your features.

“I’m glad you came out,” He notices the ring resting on your chest and plays with it, visibly pleased that you had held onto it. “Wanna go get a drink?”

You beam back at him, knowing full well what happened last time the two of you shared a few drinks. “That depends, are you going to leave again without saying a proper goodbye like last time?”

He slings a leather clad arm around your shoulders, kissing the top of your head affectionately. “Nah, we’re off for the next few days so it looks like you might be stuck with me.”

You try to play it cool as he escorts you back into the bar, but the butterflies in your stomach were wreaking havoc, ecstatic to be back with the mysterious stranger that had burrowed his way into your heart.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #older!eddiemunson #eddie munson blurb

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miseries-mistress · 1 year

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GOODBYE YELLOW BRICK ROAD | ECHO

Synopsis: Echo makes his choice.

Warnings: gender not mentioned, SPOILERS FOR TBB S2 EP 8, angst, goodbyes, mutual pining. W/C: 962

Notes: inspired by the song goodbye yellow brick road by elton john. i felt the lyrics went really well with this

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The jagged edges of your heart pierce your chest, ripping the air from your lungs at a violent rate. The shards drift downwards, carried by the stream of your blood, letting the fragments cut and bruise every part of you until you can hear it ringing in your ears.

You take a tentative step forward. You're surprised you can manage that much. Wind nips at your cheeks, drying the streaking trail of tears into cold lines, a reminder.

The Marauder sits at the edge of the platform almost mockingly, as if to sneer in your puffy face- the proof of your mental anguish- that the other half of you would not return to the home you had created.

"Why didn't you tell me?" It's a plea, a desperate one at that, as you grasp at the fraying rope of your will to remain strong. It's not like you two were together. You never discussed what was happening between you, just accepted it as a bond more personal than friendship. Now you would never know where the limits of this "relationship" lie if there was ever something more intimate than mere attraction prowling beneath his skin.

"I didn't know for sure until now."

Echo closes the gap in an instant, embracing you in a safety net of a false reality only his arms could provide. He holds you as though the world is ending, the sky is falling, and tearing you two apart would cause the galaxy's demise. Yet, his strong arms remain a pillar of strength, lifting you up and into the expansion of his welcoming chest as he has done many times before. They're the same ones that steady you when life makes itself out to be nothing more than a cruel game, like a rock at sea, keeping you from plunging under the icy surface without a second thought.

Your face digs into the crook of his neck, inhaling the faint hint of sweat blended with metal, a fragrance that builds shelter over the dark clouds threatening to shower you with guilt that seeps through your skin. It's the only thing keeping you from collapsing entirely.

"I need to do this," he says softly, firmly grasping understanding and gripping tenderness like a lifeline for your sake. It's a gesture much too kind for you when it's him that's leaving.

"I know." The words rip painfully out of your vocal cords, the result a pitiful croak of grief. It's the same emotion Echo is keeping you from drowning in.

Your arms tighten around him just as your quivering lips give way to an involuntary sob. A wet droplet connects to the crown of your head.

"I'll be back, I promise."

You haphazardly nod your head, feeding on his reassurance with baleful hunger.

His leave is inevitable, you know this, and so does he, but it does nothing to stop the shiver sent down the length of your spine when his arms begin to loosen, his warmth receding from your clumsy grasp. Instead, it intensifies the reality you are running from, dodging every sign and barrier trying to stop you from spiraling to a place of no return.

Echo's hand holding you above the water of complete misery slips, dunking you in its frigid waves, and your lungs burn with every inhale, your breathing turning into a gasp for air.

Your arms fall uselessly to your side, Echo unintentionally stomping on each and every fragment of your heart, inadvertently making sure to grind the glass pieces into a cloud of fine dust ushered away by the polluted breeze of Corocuant. He doesn't mean to hurt you, but his actions can't help but do so. You're sure you can never rebuild it again without the scars of his leaving.

"I have to."

I know.

You more firmly nod, sniffling as you pull your spine straighter and swallow down the tears. Echo's honeydew irises darken with the shadow of longing and doubt. You watch his eyes wobble as they flit over the sadness etched into your features. His choice is made by his driving sense of belonging and purpose, and you're making him feel guilty about it. Reconsider it even.

You can't keep doing this. It's selfish of you to demand Echo to stay when his calling is elsewhere. Except you always assumed he found it with you. The realization that you never knew as much as you thought you knew about the man you so desperately longed for sends a fresh wave of salty tears swimming in your clouded eyes. Echo is still as much of a stranger as the day he stumbled into the rag-tag team of clones you were a part of, into your welcoming arms, which have turned into an unreachable memory.

He hesitates for a moment, considering every repercussion of his actions before he leans forward, his lips caressing the crown of your head in a movement so fluid and light you could have sworn you imagined it.

"Goodbye."

I love you.

Your knees wobble, and you're afraid you will collapse under the weight of your sorrow. You can see it in how Echo's face falls, his irises clouded with the unspoken words dangling between you, suffocating you with their noose. Now you're sure, from the emotion weaved into the muscle and tissue of his features, if you utter the words, the ones that hold the ability to alter the trajectory of both your lives, he'll reconsider. The phrase turns to lead on your tongue, and your stomach freefalls. You can't hold him back. No matter how much you love him, the time has come to let him go. You force a weak smile, encouraging him to leave under the false pretense of the facade you offered him.

"Goodbye."

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firstprince-ao3feed · 4 months

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Thank you for meeting me in the woods thank you for leading me home

Thank you for meeting me in the woods, thank you for leading me home https://ift.tt/GF6Sadx by lunarmarrow It’s partly the year unspringing towards its end and the soothing press of Alex holding onto him that makes him so hopelessly sentimental, he thinks. Something to do with the effortless easiness of slipping a kiss to Alex’s forehead and just letting the moment hold its weight. In this moment on a snowy Christmas night, Elton John's voice croons over the record player as they dance around the piano; a-few-glasses-too-full wine-drunk and happy beyond all measures, Henry leans down to kiss the love of his life. Words: 5322, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue), June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Percy "Pez" Okonjo, Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Red White & Royal Blue Bonus Chapter: Henry, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Christmas, Skiing, Implied/Referenced Sex, Holidays, based on henry's christmas letter to alex via AO3 works tagged 'Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor' https://ift.tt/oVsYXtW December 24, 2023 at 12:55PM

#IFTTT #ao3feed #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #lunarmarrow

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musicrunsthroughmysoul · 5 months

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Turns out I've never seen this before, or else it's been many years since I last saw it, but I just watched it and I have some thoughts:

JESUS CHRIST, I didn't recognize Alice at first. (They're all wearing quite a bit of makeup, but I really don't remember watching any other Fanny performances where Alice was wearing makeup so I was like 'WHO TF IS THE DRUMMER?' and then I realized it was Alice and I felt bad, lol)

Speaking of makeup...I mean, Nickey's whole getup feels rather Elton John, only Nickey's makeup is better than Elton's glasses, lol. (And it's just a coincidence that Elton is also a pianist.)

June is fucking gorgeous, someone hold me, please. Or, "COME AND HOLD MEEEEEE". 🥹

I'm pretty sure this is the first time I'm hearing "All Mine" live even though Youtube is now first and foremost suggesting live versions of "All Mine" when I searched for "All Mine Fanny"??? and ohhhhhhh my goooooosh it's so lovely.

Funny that I didn't recognize Alice visually at first, and yet few drummers are as fucking solid - and recognizably so - as Alice de Buhr.

The ending to "All Mine" live is beauuuuutiful, oh my gosh.

I noticed especially during "Last Night I Had a Dream" that their vocals could've been turned up...A LOT. :( The harmonies that Jean and June do during that song, especially, are fucking gorgeous and I feel like the instrumentation drowned them out a lot.

I love at the beginning of "Last Night I Had a Dream" how June did that atmospheric thing on her guitar in place of the synthesizer (on the studio recording).

Also, dear GOD when Nickey literally screams and June's guitar answers with its own scream- FUUUUCK there go the hairs all standing up on my arms! (In a good way!)

NICKEY'S FACES WHILE SHE'S SINGING, OMG. What a drama queen and a goof, I love her.

JUNE PLAYING SLIDE! JUNE PLAYING SLIDE! JUUUUUUUUUUNE PLAYING SLIIIIIIIIIIDE GUITARRRRRRR, YES, ALWAYS YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!

June's outro solo to "Last Night I Had a Dream" and especially the interplay between the guitar and keyboards...I mean, I am very obviously a slut for that, so NO NOTES, 10/10 ON THAT!!!

Now I'm wondering if I should make a gifset for either of these performances...

#Fanny band #classic rock #music #video #sorry for my rambling 🥺 it'll happen again. LOL #I had such a strong reaction to not recognizing Alice that I was trying to calculate the timeline of the band members in my head.#I can't remember if I've EVER seen any footage of Fanny live with Brie on drums and Patti on guitar either so #finally I was like 'that literally could not be anyone but Alice' and thank god I was right. LOL #(even though we love Brie also!!! but Brie is Filipina American so I knew for certain that was not Brie. LOL)#Youtube

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trickarrows-bishop · 9 months

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LIVE BLOG OF ME REACTING TO EPISODE FIVE OF HSMTMTS

was gonna do this for episode four and forgot, kinda wish i did after all of THOSE scenes but anyways episode five lets GOOOOOO

[open with caution, i didn't realise how mentally unprepared i was]

THE WAY EJ WAS ON THE MOTHERFUCKING BANNER MADE ME SCREAM TBH LIKE BROTHER U WANT ME TO CRY FR FR

"richard bowen" "elton john" caswen is upon us (i cant even say im delusional because madlyn deadass nearly happened last episode)

"the musical is going swimmingly" girl u drowning dont lie

BYE NOT THE NEVER-ENDINGLY USED PLOT OF THE IDEA OF THE MUSICAL BEING CANCELLED I CANT GET AWAY FROM THIS FR

i gotta say kourtney repeatedly getting her moment is insane. like im so fucking happy rn over it its insane. like she's going therapy (WOOOOO THERAPY !!) and actually looking at her future !! im so happy for her im fr putting ms girl in my pocket

also when i found out her mom is played by dara's actual mom i screamed (not lying im so dramatic bye)

"lets start with questions!!" "great 'cause i have many" she is me and i am her. i am kourtney greene coded fr

4 JOBS??? EJ'S DAD CAN SUCK A DICK FR IDEC HE IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE MAN

i cant even say i want it made up bc ej said its a breath of fresh air and HE NEEDS THAT AIR FFS

"talking to val" WOHOOOO MENTION OF PAST CHARACTERS INSANE BEHAVIOR FROM THE WRITERS !! INSANE !! (im in delusion that nini will be back)

"you do look good" "thanks. you do look... terrible" real. ricky bowen me coded fr

cant believe we havent had one season where gina can just. have the lead. and no drama. like pls tim i was BEGGING like. at season two.

caitlyn (actress playing quinn the director) is so hilarious to me like i've been following her online for ages and bro its so funny seeing her on hsmtmts and doing exactly what she does in her other videos LMAO

"g force" i'll puke. fuck off.

GINA KINDA GAGGED QUINN THERE ???

LMFAO NOT HER CHANGING HER MIND JUST AT THE IDEA OF WINNING AN AWARD

EJ and ricky's duet lol they hate me. they want me to cry. im eight mins in too. cant wait to cry to this fr

update: crying over this duet what the fuc

can i just say how for certain songs on this soundtrack they've been HITTING or absolutely MISSING ???

this girl harper is GAGGING kourt LMAO "i see you standing here right now !!" SHES SO FUNNY FOR NO REASON

miss jenn is not using siri rn.

CARLOS BB :(

SIRI SHUSH WITH UR BEEPING

trust the process WOHOOOO

why is it thunderstorming JESUS

22 pages U FUCKIN WHAT (never been in a musical idk seems like a lot)

why is she always wearing a cheer outfit its deadass like the character's personality is cheer outfit bro

"3 children" i need to buy a GUN

quinn i was just routing for u babe why u posting such bullshit on instagram. and was that a FILTER?

BIG RED???FHHSDHFADSJGHFKSDJHFASDKJBFSKV

BIGGIE ???dFHAKSDHFAKSJDHGFKASHDG IS THAT MY SON ???? MY SON ???? IS HE ALSO WEARING GLASSES WHAT THE FUCK OF FUCKS

anyways let me actually play the scene LOLZ

HIS FIRST WORDS ARE "ASH YOU LOOK AMAZING" BYE CANT DO THIS WHY WAS I ROUTING FOR MADLYN FFS

YK WHAT? ASHLYN HAS TWO HANDS. YEAH. THAT CAN WORK FOR ME

grandma red's 100th!! everyone cheered fr (i am everyone)

"your last text said you had something important to tell me" no i am not about to witness redlyn break up. nononono.

I KNEW IT

THE FUCKING MOMENT SEB SAID HE CHEATED I CONNECTED THE DOTS I WAS LIKE

"HMMMMM BIG RED JUST CAME OUT AS BI ??? YOU CHEATED ???? IDK ??? MAYBE SEB HELPED OR SOMETHING" LITERALLY SAID THAT SHIT OUT LOUD AND I WAS RIGHT HOLY FUCK OF FUCKS

"surprise!!" boy- i don't have TIME to even unPACK-

"you okay?" "i am GREAT" me when i LIE

HOLD UP

DID HE JUST

DID RICHARD JUST

MENTION NINI???? WHA

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

THIS WASN'T ON MY HSMTMTS SEASON 4 BINGO CARD?!!!!????

yeah im salty about how shit of an exit that was for nini. next question.

"afraid of the truth?" do u want me to try and make this gay or not richard cuz i stg u are giving me some mixed ass signals

nevermind this is really sad and heartbreaking let me shut the fuck up

AND NOW WE GO BACK TO REDLYN OKAYYYY

THE MOVIES??? BIG RED AND SEB AT THE MOVIES ???

all of this is just so out of character for big red and seb like what

like ej was right there tim come ON

"we were at a harry styles movie" not the fucking millennial ass writing coming in NOW

"my bi origin story" how am i supposed to feel rn??? because i don't know how to feel. like. anything. at all.

GIRL YOU BETTER TELL HIM ABOUT VAL OR MADDOX ???

"yeah!!! she was cute!!!" "yes. she was." BAHAHHAHAJHFGDSKJ

"wait..." NOT THAT BEING THE WAY SHE CAME OUT BAHHDSJH

"there were fireworks... literally"

OHHHHH SHES TALKING ABOUT MADDOX TOO UHM

"YOU almost kissed MADDOX" bro idk if ur disgusted or proud pls elaborate

OH HE KNEW FROM THE DOC LMFAO

wait so im just like ??? meant to let go of redlyn ??

"im happy for you" kms where can i get a big red

aLSO I WANT A NAME REVEAL tim PLEASE

just watched redlyn break up. now FUCKING WHAT

"friends, though... right?" YOU BET YOUR ASS KING

"i will apologise to carlos. BUT YOU NEED TO CALL MADDOX" SO REAL THANK YOU BIG RED UR SUCH A KING

ashlyn stop doubting urself like GIRLIE everyone with EYES is down bad please. PLEASE.

WHY AM I WATCHING CARLOS AND MISS JENN HAVE A CRY SESSION ON SOME RANDOM ASS COUCH ???

why is rehearsals starting at 7 in the evening. that would not fucking slide at my school. ( if i ran a school) (not happening)

"FIFTY SIX MINUTES" girl even made me move tf?

KOURTNEY'S SHOES WHAT THE FUCK I NEED THEM RIGHT NOW

oh come on just hearing all of that she HAS to go to lewis

"i just learnt mack and gina are minors" GIRL ??? WHAT DID YOU THINK-

quinn shouting "CUT!!!" louder every time

"which felt like... nine days" WHY AM I LAUGHING

"because we're friends-" bro fuck off idc

GAG HIM G IT DONT MATTER

THINK OF THE MUSICAL GINA.

ricky PROMISED FR HE BETTER BE THERE

"hugs i love that we're doing this now!!" emmy I CANT NOT LOVE YOU

ASHLYN U MAKE THAT PHONE CALL THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I NEED MADLYN RN

oh fuck i didn't realise that left carlos and big red FUCK

suddenly i DON'T want to be here

carlos can never be fully mad like if i found out someone had kissed my partner im 100% going to jail bc im so pissed off & i've probably killed someone, but why is he saying mf "good day!!" as he stormed off

MADISON FUCK OFF I AM NOT IN THE MOOD

fuck im really gonna have to have madlyn dragged out for me ffs

bro what is this weather on about tho

last time weather was important to plot it was like. keeping nini back in s2 e3 LMAO ???

EJ saying some important shit to ricky and its gonna make me cry again (its not even the finale and i have 17 mins of run time left of this episode FFS)

"im actually hurting them?" "no, you're actually hurting yourself" HOLY FUCK IM TOO VULNERABLE FOR THIS

CASWEN HUG AND IM GONNA RUN WITH IT FR

"stealing my girlfriends" BYE I CANT DO THIS

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts season 4 #hsmtmts season 4 spoilers #will reblog with the second half because i have a few more thougths LMFAO

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antisociallilbrat · 1 year

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Do We Ever Know? Chp. 1

Read on Ao3

Guess who got their new laptop ;))

Summary: The Losers are going off to college, getting the chance to stay together and live in a pack house. Things are supposed to be going great but...some are not happy with their second gender. Primarily how it affects their lives, it ruining the ones they were supposed to have.

Eddie and Stan were supposed to be betas. It was supposed to be simple for them. Eddie planned on presenting as a beta and being with Richie, who was also a beta. Presenting as an omega fucked that up though because now he feels like he has to be with an alpha, despite what he really wants.

Stan is having the opposite of Eddie's problem. Like Eddie, he had planned to be a beta and had planned on being with their pack alpha, Bill. Bill who prefers betas. But now that he's an omega, Bill won't engage with him, let alone even look at him. It leaves Stan feeling cold and confused.

Can these four losers come back together? Or is it too late?

Or I wrote a self indulgent ass a/b/o fic because no one can stop me.

"Can You Feel The Love Tonight” by Elton John plays loudly over the speakers that have been placed haphazardly in the gym.

It’s a stupid song Stan decides. What a dumb slow song for them to play at prom. Yeah, it became popular from that Disney movie about the lions, but that's even more of a reason why it’s dumb. Who wants to remember the slow song of their senior prom being from a Disney movie?

It’s dumb.

This whole dance is dumb. Greta and her little committee of mean girls might be proud of what they turned the gym into but to Stan…it’s just ridiculous. From the frilly decorations slung about to the tripping hazard that is the balloons littering the floor. “A night under the stars” is this year's theme but where is the theme? It just looks like a child’s birthday party except for the lower lights and the pathetic photo op in the corner. You could get your photo taken in front of a cutout of the school’s mascot. Who wouldn’t want their prom photo in front of Dersom the beaver?

He’s being too cynical, he tells himself. Stan sighs and grabs tight onto his knees, keeping his back ramrod straight from where he sits on the bleachers. A glass of forgotten punch sits beside him. Except it’s no ordinary punch, Richie spiked the bowl. Of course Richie spiked the bowl. The Losers were surprised when Stan took the cup from Richie’s outstretched, offering hand. Is it so out of character for him to want to loosen up?

Yes, yes it is. But tonight he has his excuses. He attributes his cynicism to the alcohol steadily burning its way through his veins. He’s done with the drink. For now.

“It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer

That we got this far”

Ha! Even the lyrics are dumb. But he knows one alpha he pointedly refuses to think about will find the romanticisms in those little words. Ever the hopeless romantic. Just not for Stan, never for Stan.

Ben and Beverly have no problem with the choice of song. The betas slowly dance in the corner, away from the crowd and in their own little world. They’re going to tell their future kids about this night, he just knows it. Ben will gush about how radiant Beverly looked in her emerald green gown, one she made herself too, and Bev will insist that she was the luckiest lady here. They’re so grossly in love they make him feel physically ill. They’re some of his closest friends so he’s still happy for them but he’s still bitter.

Mike has a date, some pretty quiet omega girl named Sara but Stan hasn’t spotted the pair in a while. Scandalous Mike, he more than likely snuck her away to make out. He’ll be a gentleman about it, Mike is never not a gentleman, but the whole thing makes Stan laugh. Who would’ve guessed their sweet Mike, their protective second alpha, would be a heartbreaker

The Losers were thrilled when Mike’s grandad relented and let him join them in high school. Mike, like the rest of the Losers except for Stan it seems like, flourished. So long were the days when they were nothing more than awkward dorks. Now it’s the end of their senior year, maybe the others will have the same luck in college. Or they’ll be losers again. Just like Stan has been.

He’s been stuck in stasis while the others have flourished. No not stasis, there’s been one development for Stan. He presented as an omega. And he’s never hated himself more for it.

“To the wild outdoors

When the heart of this star-crossed voyager”

Chancing, he looks to the center of the crowd, and sure enough. There he is in his gray suit that compliments his stormy blue eyes quite nicely. His girlfriend of the month, some beta, always a beta, has her arms wrapped around his neck, her face pressed against his broad chest. What’s her name again? He blows through these girls so quickly that Stan has a hard time remembering their names.

Alice? Or was that the one from two months ago? Alex? It’s something that starts with an ‘A’. He thinks.

Every time it’s the same. Bill swears that this girl is the one and so the Losers put up with her awkwardly joining their Loser-exclusive hangouts. To the idea that she can potentially join their pack. Right when they get used to her presence, Bill has dumped her and has moved on to the next one. For such a small town, Bill doesn’t have a hard time finding a new girl to date him.

Because who wouldn’t want to date Bill?

“Who are we glaring at Staniel?” Richie asks him, breaking him from his dangerous thoughts. The beta plops down next to him. They must look ridiculous. Richie's suit is covered in an orange petal design. It’s so outlandish looking and such a contrast to Stan’s neat, powder blue one.

What a pair they are.

Richie, like him, came to prom alone. “Going single so that the Tozier can mingle!” Richie had chided when asked who he was bringing to their senior prom. Like how he feels about this wretched song, he thought that was also dumb.

Richie likes to laugh off a lot of things. Throw out a joke here and there as a distinction, but Stan knows Riche. They’re a lot more alike than Richie would ever admit. Fitting since they’ve known each other before they could talk properly.

There’s no need to lie to Rich, he can tell when he’s lying anyways. “What’s Bill’s girlfriend’s name? Alex? Alice?”

He hums as if he’s bored by the question, “I think it’s Abbey, but what does it matter? We all know Big Bill will have a new girl next week,” He waves off.

Stan sits there, silent for a moment, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Richie adds, “Just wait till we get to college. Bill may be our ‘righteous pack leader,’' he mockingly exuberates the last part, “But he’s kind of a whore. Our whore, but still a whore. And I’m will bet my knickles he’s going to be even worse in college.”

“How it's laid to rest?

It's enough to make kings and vagabonds

Believe the very best

It's enough to make kings and vagabonds

Believe the very best”

“What are you saying?” He doesn't want to know.

Richie throws his arms in the air, exaggerating, “What I’m saying Staniel is that Bill is bad here. When we get to New York with uh I’m gonna guess over ten times Derry’s population, beta women will be throwing themselves at him.”

His words make it feel like someone is slowly tightening a rope around Stan’s throat. Yes, he could guess how Bill was going to be in New York but also he hasn’t thought about it. On purpose.

It’s a blessing and a curse that they’re all going to be living in a pack house on NYU’s campus. A blessing because pack houses in colleges are barely a thing anymore, just like packs are, and Stan is so happy he’s going to get to keep his family close. On the other hand, this also means he’s going to have to see Bill and his multiple escapades. Deal with going through heats in the same home Bill resides in, vice versa for Bill's ruts.

Bill's escapades are always betas. To the Loser’s knowledge, Bill’s never been with an omega. He’s never shown any interest in them and rejects the ones that seek him out. Stan’s seen plenty of times the dejected omegas walk away after Bill gently lets them down.

Stan wasn’t supposed to be an omega. He comes from a whole family of betas. It was some cruel twisted fate when his first heat struck at the age of sixteen. He can’t recall what hurt worse, the cramps, or the way Bill avoided him after it for a whole month. Since then he and Bill haven’t been the same. A chasm bloomed between them. He misses him.

He resolved to not cry at prom so when he feels the corner of his eyes start to sting he changes the subject. “So how’s Eddie?”

“Why would I know?” Richie beats back, an arch in his brow.

He doesn't bother to roll his eyes, “Because you always know how he is.”

“Oh yeah.”

Stan looks at him expectantly until Richie theatrically sighs, “He’s okay! I think! I’m honestly not too sure because his bitch of a mother turns me away every time I show up at their door and I can’t sneak into his window because she’s bolted it!”

“At least we won’t have to deal with her much longer. Eddie can go no contact with her when we get to New York,” he tells him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah as if that’ll change anything,” Richie huffs.

He’s not talking about Sonya, he’s talking about between him and Eddie. If he wanted to, he could push, let Richie know he’s here if he wants to talk about it but knowing him, he’d just make a fart joke and insist he’s fine.

Eddie recently presented as an omega and since then Sonya has kept him under lock and key. Like him, Eddie wasn’t supposed to be an omega. Stan has an idea that Eddie and Richie had been waiting for him to present as a beta like Richie so that they could officially be together. Like Bev and Ben. A wrench was thrown into that plan after Eddie’s presentation. Not that he knows for sure that that was what they were planning. Neither of them will admit anything.

Bill hasn’t treated Eddie any differently though. He's tried to be there for Eddie, unlike how he was with Stan.

Eddie has retreated into himself, fretting through his own personal identity crisis after his presentation. The only reason Stan knows this is that instinctively as the pack’s other omega, Eddie naturally leans on him. They’re both kind of in this together.

He regrets asking about Eddie because now Richie just looks…dejected. Come on Uris, time to be spontaneous, leave the cynicism on the back burner. When he stands, he can feel Richie’s eyes following him.

His eyes are on him still when he extends a hand out to him, “Come on Rich, I heard that Conner Bowers is throwing a prom after party. Let’s go crash it.”

Richie perks up, “Stan the man with the plan, how much of that punch did ya drink?”

“Does it matter?” he asks.

A devilish glint reflects in his eyes, “You’re right, it doesn’t matter! Let’s blow this popsicle stand Stanny boy!”

Richie grabs hold of the cuff of his jacket, making him worry about him wrinkling it before Richie yanks him to his feet. The gangly boy drags him out of the gym but not before stopping to tell Bev and Ben where they were going. Richie, happy for the distraction from his dilemma with Eddie, is back to his regular, rambunctious self.

It starts to rub off on him, and he even laughs as Richie ridiculously clamors into his big truck. Fuck prom, at least he can have fun with his best friend.

It’s like half the high school showed up to Conner Bower’s party. Some were still in their prom attire and others were just in everyday clothes. Mainly because they were freshmen and sophomores who couldn’t attend prom. It's a good thing you don't have to be an upperclassman to partake in underage drinking.

Stan’s suit jacket was…somewhere. He’s not sure honestly. It’s hard to care about anything with this much alcohol strumming through his veins, playing his body like a guitar. Richie kept passing him cups of fruity-smelling liquor and he enjoyed the look of excited surprise Richie gave him every time he gulped it down.

People keep pouring in but he’s not paying attention. Maybe he should be concerned about the lack of omegas here and the scent of boisterous alphas filling the air. Or the fact that he’s lost sight of Richie, presumably to disappear to the dancefloor. He doesn’t care because he’s having fun. For once.

A tugging in his bladder has him trying to find the bathroom. He’ll find Richie afterward.

Successfully he finds the bathroom on the first floor pretty easily considering he’s plastered. Unsuccessfully he hears someone yakking their guts out through the door and decides to try his luck with the upstairs bathroom.

The stairs in this home are annoyingly steep and clumsily his foot trips over one of the ledges. Instinctively he braces for his fall… which never comes. A strong hand catches him in time and pulls him to his feet.

“Are you good there?” the owner of said hand asks him, humor twinkling in his voice.

He inspects this newcomer. The guy is cute in the high school jock type of way. Blonde hair, gray eyes, and dimples on his cheeks as he smiles at Stan. He decides this guy is cute and worth his time, and his quest for the bathroom is temporarily forgotten. It never hurts to make new friends. Or so he tells himself, ignoring that maybe he’s lingering just because his lonely omega is responding to this welcoming alpha smell. Or he’s just drunk. It’s both.

The guy isn’t perturbed by Stan’s silence and extends a tanned hand out to him, “The names Todd.”

Todd? Stan doesn’t care enough to know much about sports but even he knows that this must be the quarterback. Todd Duncan. What business does he have talking to him? The other Losers are cool, not him. He’s just the loser that hangs out with them.

Stan shakes Todd's hand and blushes when their hands linger, “I’m Stan.”

“Yeah I know,” he chuckles, “You’re one of Denbrough’s friends.”

Bill is on the baseball team. He’s the star batter. It makes sense that Todd knows Bill. If Bill isn’t hanging out with the Losers, he’s hanging out with his jock friends. Then again so does Mike since he’s also on the football team. It would make more sense if Todd had called him one of Hanlon’s friends’. Instead, he knows him through his association with Bill. He’s too drunk to think about that.

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

Todd runs a hand through his hair and looks around the stairwell, smiling mischievously back at him as if he’s realized something, “You heading upstairs to meet someone? Is it Denbrough?”

This actually makes him short circuit, “You mean Bill?! Wha- what are you on about?”

“Oh, never mind,” Todd laughs, running a hand through his blonde hair, “Just messing with you, that’s all. You look cute all frazzled out like that.”

Stan huffs, ignoring the blushing creeping down his face, “Gee thanks. I’ll let you know that I just was heading upstairs to find the bathroom and just the bathroom.”

“Oh well, I can help with that.” Todd’s big hand encircles his wrist and starts dragging Stan up the stairs after him. Stan doesn’t even get an opportunity to object.

Todd guides him to a thankfully empty bathroom, letting go of him so that he can take a ridiculous bow as he opens the door for Stan. He rolls his eyes at his antics but…it's kinda cute.

He takes care of his business and is happy to see Todd is still waiting for him when he opens the door. The alpha offers his arm to him, “Shall we make our way back down?”

Stan links their arms, feeling bold, “We shall.”

Todd leads him, (why is he letting everyone lead him around tonight?) to the back porch. The wind chill has picked up, causing him to shiver and miss his suit coat. Where did he put that again? Todd notices and throws an arm around Stan’s shoulders, dragging him in. He claims it’s for body heat.

If Stan was sober this absolutely would not be happening. A strange alpha hanging on him? Even in his drunken state something is trying to tell him that something is wrong. Drunk Stan chooses to ignore it.

Todd drags out a cigarette and lighter from his pants pocket. He smokes Newports, unlike Bill and Richie who smoke Marlboros. The smell of them is foreign and he doesn’t like it. It makes him want to put some distance between them but Todd’s grip is ironclad.

“So,” He starts over the cigarette in his mouth, “You’re already in a pack huh? At our age?”

He wishes Todd wouldn’t be talking about this in front of the other intoxicated teenagers on the porch. Yes, he’s in a pack, at his age. Yes, he’s well aware that that’s weird. Most people don’t form their packs until after college if they even do. The practice of packs is going out of date. Hell, none of the Loser’s parents were in packs.

Despite how strange it may seem, he’s not ashamed of his pack. “We love each other. So why wait?” Stan rebuttals, softly elbowing Todd in the ribs, “Most people would be lucky to be in a pack like ours.”

Todd laughs, “Okay fine, fair enough,” he takes a hit, dragging out a long exhale. The smoke forms in plums around Stan’s face, he hates it. “Denbrough is one lucky motherfucker though. Having not one but two omegas all to himself? Ha! I wish I had his fucking luck!”

“Eddie and I are not his omegas,” Stan does take a step out from under his arm then. Todd’s comment… leaves something gnawing in the pit of his stomach.

Todd reaches back out to him, not yanking him back, but caressing his arm, “Oh come on. Maybe y'all aren’t his omega’s now, but it’s bound to happen. That's the way things are. Plus I know Denbrough has been eyeing Eddie for a while.”

His skin feels itchy, “Bill would never try to go after Eddie. They’re too much like brothers.” And Bill would never do that Richie.

Todd doesn’t seem convinced, “Fine if you say so, but what about yourself?” He gestures towards him as he flicks the nub of his cigarette away.

“What about me?” Stan pulls himself free of Todd completely and takes a step back. This conversation is making him start to feel cold and he can smell the lust rolling off Todd in waves, “I told you, I’m not Bill’s omega.”

A smile, one he doesn’t trust, titters in the corners of Todd’s lips. He walks towards Stan, making Stan walk back until he’s crowded against the porch’s railing. He has nowhere to go. For all the people around them, no one pays them any attention. Where is Richie?

Todd pushes a curl back from his face, “If you’re not Denbrough’s yet that means you can have some fun right? I’m sure he won’t mind,” he mummers.

Oh God, Todd starts leaning down to kiss him and he’s just standing there. Frozen in fear. Move your ass, Stanley Uris!

Right as Todd’s mouth starts to brush against his, his smell of lust and nicotine invading his nose, Todd is snatched away. Stan has to blink to take in what happened.

When did Bill get to this party?

Bill has Todd by the back of the neck, forcibly holding him away from Stan. Todd’s hands are gripping Bill’s arm that’s holding onto him, contemplating whether to jerk it off of him or not. There’s tension between them but the last thing they both probably want is for a fight to break out. Especially, Bill, Bill always goes for the more peaceful route to settle disagreements.

But right now Bill is intoxicated. His eyes are rimmed red so he’s been smoking something. They dart between Stan and Todd, his brow furrowed and a sneer barely visible on his mouth. Stan almost feels like he’s about to be scolded by his mother.

“What the f-fuck is going on here?” Bill snaps, a little bit of his childhood stutter breaking through.

He realizes that Bill is mad, which in turn pisses him off. Bill practically ignores Stan for months and then suddenly swoops in to play the hero? Looking at him as if he wanted some gross stranger feeling him up?

Todd wiggles out of Bill’s grip and surprisingly Bill lets him. “Nuthin, nuthin. Sorry Denbrough, Stanley here said you two weren’t together yet so we were just having some fun.” He puts up his hands in front of his chest in mock surrendering.

“We’re not together and we’re not going to be,” Stan corrects, arms crossed in front of his chest. He saves Bill the trouble of telling Todd that Stan basically means nothing to him now. He refuses to look at Bill’s face, to risk seeing the relief there now that Stan has confirmed he knows his place.

Todd takes another step back from Bill, “Okay I’m not getting involved in whatever the fuck you two have going on, I was just looking for an easy lay.”

Bill’s eyes snap from where they were burning into the side of Stan’s skull to the alpha and scoffs at him. Stan is mildly worried that Bill is going to get into a fight, he can see the anger blooming in his pack’s alpha. But then Bill’s shoulders drop and he shakes his head, muttering for Todd to leave them.

Feeling like this is the end of this little weird, uncomfortable situation, Stan tries to sneak away. Until Bill calls out his name. He can’t do this right now, he’s still drunk and can’t focus but what choice does he have?

With his fists clenched at his sides Stan swivels on his heel. What? Is Bill going to act like he suddenly cares now? Or maybe is going to scold Stan for getting into that situation in the first place? Whatever it is, he doesn’t want to hear it!

“What Bill?! What is it that you want?!” he seethes.

Bill plays his part well of acting taken back. Bastard. People are starting to look at them now because of course they are. They’ll pay attention to the omega causing a dramatic scene but turn a blind eye to a pushy alpha.

“I’m just muh-muh-mmmm,” his tongue fights him, signaling that despite being high he’s still stressed. Overwhelmed. Stan wants to reach out and touch him, reassure him to take his time as he used to when they were kids. But they’re not kids anymore, they’re almost young adults and they’re already fucked up. Bill’s groans and rewords, “Chuh-checking on you. You ll-looked uncomfortable.”

“Me? You were checking on me? Did you think maybe I could be fine?!” he laughs, no humor lacing his tone, “Why don’t you just go back to what’s her name? Alex? Alice?” he spits. Bill doesn’t get to ignore him for months and then have the gall to check on him!

“St-Stanley come on,” he pleads asks.

How the fuck is he going to deal with living with Bill? This is the longest conversation they’ve had recently and it’s shit! For the second time this night, tears start to spring in the corners of his eyes.

“Fuck you, Bill.”

There’s a flash of something in Bill. Stan’s words ignite something in him, something that doesn’t get the chance to explode as the real hero of the night chimes in.

“Big B-B-B-Billy Billiam! When did you decide to grace this party with your presence?” Richie throws an arm around Bill’s shoulders, tossing a wink Stan’s way, “And I see you’ve found Stanothan! You goose! I’ve been looking all over for you!”

God, he loves Richie, he thinks.

Bill obviously is not sharing that same sentiment right now as he glares at their friend, “Richie let go.”

“Nah I think I wanna hang on to our oh-so-fabulous pack alpha a lil longer.”

“Richie I swuh-swear to God.”

“Swear Big Bill? Oh, that’s bad, you gotta be a good role model for all your munchkins,” Richie twerps.

See Bill is always for the peaceful way out…until it comes to Richie. Stan sees an evil smile light across Bill’s face before he tackles Richie to the porch floorboards.

“Hey! No surprise attacks! Against the rules!” Richie protests, laughing, as he tries to fight so that Bill is the one on the ground. They’ll keep at this till one of them is pinned and honestly they’re pretty even in strength so these tussles can go on for a while.

“Didn’t you say I’m p-pack alpha? I muh-make the rules!”

Richie noogies him right in his pretty boy hair, “Yeah whatever fart for brains!”

At this point, all partygoers have rolled their eyes and found something else more interesting. Yeah, he’s still hurt by Bill, but seeing him wrestle with Richie, easily taking Richie’s distraction, it reminds him that Bill’s not the only person in their pack. He has others that’ll be there for him. Bill be damned.

Speaking of which, Mike comes to join them, standing next to Stan and looking down at Richie and Bill with Amusement. A pink gloss has been smeared across his lips and cheeks. “What’d I miss?”

Stan teases, “Oh nothing much. I almost got in trouble, Bill is ever the drama queen, and Richie provoked Bill.”

Mike nods his head, “Huh, nice.”

And that was that.

A/N: Guys this idea literally just started because I wanted to write some stozier friendship. And now we’re here. It wasn’t even supposed to be a a/b/o fic! I’ve never written one before! Why am I doing this to myself!

But also this by far not my best writing. If you’re a regular reader of mine, this my warning. This is a fic I’ll probably work when I’m going through brain rot and writers block.

Because of this, expect very erratic updates.

#reddie #stenbrough #stanbrough #it 2017 #it 2019 #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #stanley uris #stan uris #bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrack #richie tozier

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