#this is named after the car seat headrest song
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CHAMPAGNE AND SUNSHINE - M.STURNIOLO
Warnings : smut!, established relationship, p in v, physical touch, kissing, use of alcohol, use of pet names, shower sex, bedroom sex, teasing, driving kink, oral (male receiving)
Summary : after a bougie date with Matt, you head home and have some extra fun to round off the night
Authors note : I have a feeling that I’m gonna love writing this one (b4 I write)
Creds to @claudia-sturns for the idea
This fic is based completely off the song “champagne and sunshine” by PLVTINUM
Pink is y/n
Blue is Matt
Bold is song lyrics
Italics is thoughts
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Matt’s POV
As me and y/n lay under the warm sun, hand in hand, I had never felt more at home
I looked over to her with a smile on my face and blush on my cheeks
She has tanned skin and light eyes, oh my she’s so damn fine
I wonder everyday how this beautiful goddess of a woman is my girlfriend
She got that rich girl, LA vibe and I love it, it means I get to spoil her more
I see her turn to look at me, her eyes being illuminated by the sun, and she has the cutest smile
She leans in to press her lips to mine and I instantly let her, leaning in the rest of the way and connecting our lips softly
“You make the best dates, my love.”
“Thank you, darling. Do you want me to pour you some champagne?”
“Please.”
I smile and lean over to the picnic basket, grabbing the bottle of expensive champagne
I pour us both glasses and I hand her one of them
“Cheers.”
“Cheers baby, to us.”
“To us.”
We clink our glasses together before taking a sip
I gaze over at my girlfriend, love in my eyes
“Come sit on my lap.”
She flashes me that gorgeous smile of hers before sliding over onto my lap
I put my hands on her thighs to hold her in place
I lean in closer, kissing on her neck while we laying under sunlight
[Timeskip]
Y/n’s POV
After long hours of kissing, drinking champagne and tanning under the sun, me and Matt head home
He starts to pack away all of the foods, drinks and the picnic blanket away into the basket
I stand up, dusting myself off and helping Matt to his feet
I feel his hand slip into mine, our fingers intertwining sweetly as we make our way over to the car
“Baby?”
“Yes, gorgeous?”
“Can I drive?”
He doesn’t reply but he simply gives me a look that tells me “no”
“Oh come onnn… please?”
I give him the puppy dog eyes, tilting my head to the side and taking both of his hands in mine
“Ugh fine! I can’t say no to that cute ass face.”
I smile and he places a little peck upon the top of my nose, grabbing my waist a little
Matt’s POV
I finally give in and let y/n drive, putting the picnic basket in the back seat and then getting into the passenger seat myself
I’m not used to sitting in the passenger seat because I’m always driving
Between me and my triplet brothers, Nick and Chris, I am the only one who can drive
It’s always, me in the drivers seat, Chris in the passenger seat and Nick in the back
But this time, I have to settle for passenger seat.. but I’ll do it cause I know she loves to drive
Anyway, I hop in the car next to her and let my head fall back onto the headrest, closing my eyes
She starts up the car and I peel my eyes open, watching as her delicate fingers steer the wheel
And how when she looks back to reverse, the light shines so beautifully on her tanned face
Also the way that her mouth falls so delicately open when she’s concentrating on the road
She looks so utterly perfect right now and I can’t help to think some dirty thoughts
“What would those fingers feel like around my dick?”
“What would that mouth taste like after she’s sucked my cock?”
I feel myself harden within my trousers, a large tent forming under my jeans
Y/n’s POV
As we are about 5 minutes from home, I gaze over to Matt and I see him writhing within his seat
“You alright, baby?”
“Yeah… just a little uncomfortable..”
I look evidently confused until I clock on, glancing down towards his crotch
“Oh baby, what’s got you going?”
“You..”
I smirk, placing my hand on his thigh to tease him
I decide to put my foot down a little, speeding up a couple notches so we can get home a little quicker
He starts to squirm more and I let my hand slide up and down his thigh
His head falls back against the headrest again, his eyes screwing shut
[Timeskip]
Matt’s POV
We finally reach the front door and I get out the car as quick as possible, racing to the house
Y/n follows behind me as well, leaving everything in the car
I quickly unlock the house and run up the stairs, kicking the door closed behind me
I reach my room and grab y/n by the waist, picking her up into my arms and kissing her aggressively
Our lips clash together harmonically, both of our eyes closing as my tongue gently slips into her mouth
“You’re so hot, baby.”
“Says you.”
She jumps down and undoes my jeans, lips still on mine
I giggle as she pulls me down to the floor, both of us falling with a crash
We both help each other get undressed, still with our lips still pressed firmly together
Once we are both undressed, I press her down onto the floor and spread her legs with my knee
“You ready?”
She nods and I lean down to kiss her on the forehead before I slide myself into her
Y/n’s POV
I feel Matt’s lips press to forehead and then his dick slowly slide inside my tight hole
His thrusts immediately start, not giving me any time to adjust to his size
“So fucking tight.”
I let out a loud moan as he speeds up his pace, his hand around my neck to hold me down
I arch my back as the pleasure slowly takes over my body
His thrusts slowly get faster and I can tell he is close
I clench around his dick, letting him know that I am close too
“You gonna cum?”
I nod, my eyes rolling back in my head and a loud moan escapes my lips
“Words baby.”
“Y-yes.. I’m s-so close.”
“Cum with me baby.”
And with that, I finish all over his dick as his warm cum shoots inside of me
His thrusts slow down as he helps me ride out my high before he pulls out
“Good girl, took it so well.”
Matt’s POV
I pull out of her and I lean down to kiss her soft lips, whispering praise in her ear
“Come on, love. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I pick her up off the floor, her legs shaking after her euphoric orgasm
Carrying her to the bathroom, her arms link around my neck and she starts kissing my neck again
I feel her sucking on my skin, clearly trying to give me a hickey
“Baby.. please.”
“What?”
“I can’t be arsed to hide a hickey.”
“Then don’t.”
She winks at me and I feel her legs stop shaking as I hold her, walking to the bathroom
I roll my eyes playfully and her lips let go of my neck, making a dark bruise on the skin
I accidentally glance at the mirror and I catch a view of the massive hickey she’s given me
“Y/nnnn..”
“Sorry.”
She giggles and hops in the shower, pulling me in with her
The hot water hits our sensitive skin and I can’t help stare at her beautiful body, her tits staring me right in the face
She lets her arms link around my neck again, her body pressing up against mine
“Round 2?”
I look down into her eyes and I see a hint of lust, along with love and care
“I’m really sensitive right now, love.”
“Pleaseeee?”
I don’t have time to disagree before she is on her knees in front of me, her hands wrapped around my cock
“No more- no more.”
“Come on Matty, you can do it.”
My eyes softly close as I feel her lips wrap around my dick, my tip hitting the back of her throat
I let out a loud moan as I feel her head bob up and down, her eyes still focused on mine
I finish a lot quicker this time because I am already sensitive, my cum shooting down her throat
She pulls her mouth away and looks at me with a smirk, swallowing it all
I place my hand on her face, gently stroking her cheek as she wipes her mouth
“Let’s get you cleaned up, ey?”
She winks at me and pressed another long kiss to my lips before helping me clean off my body
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#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#smut
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In the car, really?
Captain price x f!reader
Wordcount- 0.8k
Warnings: Smut!! Car sex, Public sex, P in V sex, Breeding kink, possessive!Price. Price missed you after a long mission and shows you that in his own special way.
Names used: Honey, Hun, Baby.
After an extended mission, you pick your boyfriend up from the airport. It's the middle of the night and no one else is around. It's raining heavily and you're playing your favourite Lana del Rey song through the Bluetooth speaker.
Prices smile at you as opens the driver-side door, he leans over and presses the release button on your seatbelt before lifting you into his arms and pulling you out of his car while practically squeezing you to death.
“Missed’cha, honey,”
John states while planting small kisses all over your face, his overgrown mutton chops scratch your face while he does. You make a mental note to tell him to trim them later. You wrap your arms around his neck as you pull in him closer
“I missed you too baby!”
The parking lot near the base is empty and dark, the only light coming from the moon and inside your car. You and Price share a long-awaited romantic moment as the raindrops fall around the two. He places his bonnie hat on top of your head as he breaks the kiss. The hat smells of Price; cigars, gunpowder and whiskey with a hint of some expensive cologne.
He smiles as he sits down in the driver's seat “Let's go home,”
“You’re tired, let me drive,” You say while attempting to stop him from getting in
“No, it's fine really. To be honest darling your driving stresses me out,”
“Aren’t you a charmer,”
Laughter erupts from the both of you. Price pulls you into his lap as he finally sits down.
“I missed that laugh,”
He sighs, Price never talks about his missions but you could tell that they affect him. The rain starts hammering on the roof of the car.
“Let me show you how much I missed you,”
Price's hands start to explore your entire body. His fingers play with the hem of your skirt as he thrusts his hips only to discover
“No knickers, huh?”
“Was meant to be a surprise for later”
“Well I am very surprised baby, but your cunt is soaking my work trousers,”
“We’re going to fuck in the car aren't we?”
“You read my fucking mind, hun!”
With that, your skirt is flipped over, with your ass out for anyone to see. His fingers grip the flesh as he humps his clothed cock on your wet pussy. You move your hand down his torso past his chiselled abdomen and to the large tent in his trousers. He flinches as soon as your fingertips make contact.
“Fuck, I need you, baby, haven’t fucking touched myself in weeks.”
“I need you too, missed your cock inside me,”
Price’s zipper gets undone in one quick movement. Your hand quickly pulls his manhood out of his boxers before moving up and down his shaft. He lets out some small groans as his head flings back, hitting the headrest of the seat. The fingers that press into your ass push you back slightly as John aligns his cock with your entrance. He might have pushed you back slightly too fast as your ass makes contact with the centre of the steering wheel causing a loud honking sound to echo throughout the parking lot. A roar of laughter escapes Price’s lips before being shortly followed by your own giggling. His manhood enters you as he pulls you in closer, away from the wheel. A moan exits your lips stopping your chuckling. You bite your lip in an attempt to quieten the noise
“Don’t, I want to hear you”
He commands using his captain voice. So you let go of your bottom lip because of course, you got to follow his orders. You move your hips up and down, slowly grinding yourself against his cock. One of your hands moves up to secure his bonnie hat on your head while the other wraps place itself over Price’s shoulder. His movements speed up as more low groans escape his lips.
“Missed you, John. The house is so empty without you” You manage to say in between moans.
“Gonna knock you up, so you ain’t lonely anymore,”
“I was thinking of a dog, but that could work too,” You joke but it flys over his head
“Fill your cunt with my cum. You wanna be filled huh?”
His thrust gets faster. He is actually going to go through with this. You're getting close. He squeezes you tighter as he becomes rougher. You let go of his hat and wrap your arms around his neck as you get closer to your orgasm. The movements of your hips become in sync with his thrusts. All of a sudden you feel a bite on your neck, it’s John, he only does this when he's feeling possessive which turns you on even more.
“I’m going to cum!” You practically scream
“Cum for me, honey,”
And with that, you unravel. Your whole body shakes as you reach your high. Your cunt squeezes around his cock which causes him to finish as well. His cock shoots hot cum inside you before he slowly pulls out.
“I love you, honey.”
“I love you too, John,” You smile as you look in his eye. You can make a shape that's reflected in his pupils. It's a car. You snap your head around only to see a man with a skull face staring back at you.
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Sunscreen
W.C.- 2 k
“Have you got everything we need? Sunscreen? Towels? My sudoku’s?”
“Check. Check and check. I’ve got everything we need Lee, and even if I did the other girls are gonna pack plenty of things. You’ve seriously going to have to calm down, we’re spending the day at the beach.”
“Yeah I guess you’re right, I’m sorry”
“You’ve got nothing to apologize for, my love. Now come on, let’s go.”
You put your hands on her waist, pulling her in for a kiss full of love. The beach bag is slung haphazardly over your right shoulder after you’d checked its contents as per Leah’s request. The two of you had been invited to an Arsenal beach outing, the last meeting before everyone shipped off to Australia for the World cup.
Releasing her waist from your iron grip, you walk out the door side by side with your fiancée but not before stealing another quick kiss from her usually pouting lips. You unlock the car for Leah remotely as you lock up the house, triple checking that your house was locked up before joining Leah in the car. Settling into the driver's seat, you lean back and put the bag in the backseat before putting the key in the keyhole and starting the engine.
With one hand on the wheel and one on the back of Leah’s headrest, you look through the back window as you maneuver your way out of the driveway. Leah can’t resist pressing a soft kiss against the exposed skin of your neck, resulting in you stopping your movements entirely too distracted by the affection from your favorite person.
Waking from your slight trance, you continue your earlier actions of backing out. DJ Williamson makes her appearance as she connects her phone to the aux and starts to play the playlist she made specially for the two of you, made up of your shared favorite songs and lyrical pieces.
Jamming out, you’ve driven about half of the journey when the music gets cut off and the sound of someone calling replaces it. Seeing the face of a certain Irish captain paired with ‘Leprechaun 🇮🇪🍀’ clues you in to who’s calling you. Accepting the call you are instantly met with the screaming voice of Katie Mccabe floating around the air of the enclosed space of the car.
“Ey! Where are ya? We’ve been here for a while now”
“My dear Katie, we’re there in like 10 minutes don’t you worry. Did you manage to drag Ruesha with you?”
“I sure did” You hear the sound of the phone being passed through the speakers in the car, enforcing every little sound coming from the other end of the phone.
“You asked for me, darling?”
“Rue, my love! How you doing? Been missing you, yeah” You and Ruesha had clicked as soon as you had met and became best friends faster than the Flash could run, ever since then you’ve been calling each other pet names for fun. What made it even more fun was how your partners hated it, your favorite activity outside of football was to annoy them two.
“Been dealing with my crybaby, but otherwise I’ve been alright darling. How about you? How’s it been dealing with Grumps?” Snorting at the nickname Ruesha’s given Leah, you can feel her glare burning into the side of your face.
“Leah’s been much less grumpy since I proposed, maybe you should take a page out of my book and pop the question to Katie so she’ll stop being so feisty.” The words falling from your lips are words you know are going to come into fruition within the next couple weeks, Ruesha having told you her plans as soon as you told her yours.
A ‘hey!’ comes from the background of the call, Katie clearly having heard your comment on her feistiness.
“Right, we’re pulling in now so we’ll see you soon.” Surprisingly it’s not you who speaks this time, instead it’s Leah who ends the call when she’s done.
After you’ve put the car in a parking space and turned off the engine, you reach over and open the compartment in front of Leah’s legs, pulling out a roll of sports tape to put over her engagement ring so that she won’t lose it. Taking her left hand into yours, bringing it up to your lips to kiss the back of it before placing kisses to her fingertips with the same tenderness you always have with her. Pulling off a bit of the tape, you put the thin strip of the sticky material over the silver band sitting prettily on her slender finger.
“Like that. I did a pretty good job, right?” The kiss she presses to your lips serves as confirmation and you sigh contentedly into the passionate kiss. Leah takes the opportunity to slip her tongue into the opening between your lips, exploring your mouth like she’s done so many times before. Swiftly pulling away from her addictive lips is harder than you would think it would be, and the whine that leaves her kiss swollen lips has your knees weak.
“Lee, we’ve gotta go and join the others no matter how much I want to let this play out.”
“Let’s go then.”
Exiting the car, you pluck the bag from the back seat before locking the car and joining Leah where she’s stood near the front of it. Taking her hand in yours again, you two walk in the hot sand towards the placement of the group of footballers.
When you finally arrive at the group, you hand Leah the picnic blanket you brought to sit on. She places it over the burning hot sand before taking the bag from your practically vibrating form, knowing how excited you were to get in the water and play with the teammates who were as ‘mature’ as you. Pulling your shirt over your head, you expose the bathing suit that had been hiding under the article of clothing, and the friends surrounding you let out a few whistles.
“Bye, babe” Trying to slip away into the water before Leah makes you put on the suffocating sun lotion, you get about 1 meter before she realizes what it is you’re trying to do.
“Wait Y/n! You really didn’t think that I would forget right?” Gesturing for you to come back, you let out a low grumble before returning to her now sitting form ready to be smothered in sunscreen. You look on as she squirts the lotion into her palm before she dips her right index and middle finger into the puddle and takes your face between two of her fingers. Tapping her fingers all over your face, she leaves behind tracks of white that are going to be blended out within a short while. When she decides that the blobs are spread out evenly enough, she starts to rub it around and effectively blends it out. Moving on to your neck, she takes what’s left of the puddle in her hand and smears it all over your neck before motioning for you to turn around so that she can repeat the process on your back. Her fingers massage the sunscreen into the skin of your back and you have to bite down on your lip to prevent the groan from escaping the vicinity of your throat.
A short time later, the entirety of your body has been sun lotioned and it’s your time to return the favor of covering the difficult parts to reach. Watching carefully as Leah takes her shirt off, you swear you’re in heaven as you see her abs flex with her movements. As she lays down on her stomach, you put the cold liquid directly on her back instead of your hand before spreading it evenly over every strong and incredibly visible muscle. When you’re done, you give her a light tap on the bum to show her that you’ve completed the task before you hand her the tube of sunscreen, ready to take off towards the water. She turns around to give you a kiss before you’re allowed to run down to the waves.
Half an hour later is when you start missing your girl, walking up to her with water dripping all over the place from your body. Leah’s laying on the blanket, eyes closed as she’s obviously tanning lightly. You get the perfect idea when you notice that she doesn’t seem to acknowledge your presence coming up to her, but like always Leah knows you better than anyone meaning she knows exactly what you’re thinking.
“Don’t you dare, Y/n.”
“Do you have eyes everywhere or something?” Your voice is filled with disbelief as you question her.
“No you’re just really predictable” She tells you while throwing one of the towels at your still dripping body.
“As much as I want to contest that, I know that you’re gonna win so I won’t even try. We’re gonna go play chicken fight, you want to join?” The question is more of a formality than anything, you know Leah just as well as she knows you. When she shakes her head you lean down to kiss her and hand her back the towel she had given you. Walking down towards where you know Ruesha’s sitting, you ask her if she wants to join in on the game, the two of you against Katie and Beattie. She agrees as soon as you say Katie, always down to knock her girlfriend down a peg.
Leah watches on as Katie complains about you pairing up with her girlfriend before both you and Jen go down under the surface to let the two women sit on your shoulders. You keep a tight grip on her knees so that she won’t fall off your shoulders. A countdown is started and as it gets to 1, you start moving towards Jen and Katie, and as the women on top of your shoulders clasp hands with each other trying to push each other off Leah hears a question coming from left.
“To think that you want to spend the rest of your life with Y/n is really sweet. Your relationship is cavity provoking by how sweet it is.” Caitlin expresses her feelings with the statement, and Leah can’t help but agree.
“She’s my person, y’know. I’ve loved her since I was little, there’s no denying that I’m doing the right decision by marrying her”
When Leah turns back to where you were just a second ago, she can’t spot you anywhere. She figures that you’ve just gone underwater again, but as she feels your cold and wet body on her warm and dry one she quickly realizes how wrong she was. The sound of her shriek has the entire team looking in your direction and seeing what was happening. As Leah pushes you off her and into the sand, you let out a loud laugh at her immediate reaction.
“I regret agreeing to marry you.” Her playful tone lets you know that she isn’t serious, that and the conversation you’d overheard.
“No you don’t”
“You’re right, I don’t”
The rest of the day goes by in a flash as you finally manage to pull Leah with you to swim with the promise of a shared shower as soon as you come home. You eat, talk and joke around with the rest of your teammates and when it is time to return home, Leah has to practically drag you away from your friends before you get reminded of your deal. The entire car ride home is spent in silence, tired from the outing with your friends.
The first words are muttered when the front door is closed and locked.
“How about that shower I was promised?”
Soon the bathroom looks more like the laundry room with all the clothes strewn about haphazardly, but you don’t mind in the slightest as long as you get that long awaited shower with your fiancée who you love more than anything.
Guess who's caught the flu? 😍🤞 (spoiler alert: it’s me) (no joke my body is actually in a lot of pain lmao)
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“if you walk out that door, i won’t be here when you get back”
Mason and Y/N are fighting and Mason decides to leave to go out with boys, Y/N says “if you leave, i won’t be here” (she’s talking out her ass and really doesn’t mean it) but he still decides to go because he doesn’t want to fight anymore. Fast forward, Y/N gets a call from Ben and they need her to come get Mason because he is too drunk to drive, she gets there and they are forcing Mason out of the club (he still hasn’t seen Y/N yet) and he starts angrily yelling at them that “he doesn’t want to go home” and Christian’s like “why?” and he turns into the softest baby telling them that “if he goes home, Y/N won’t be there and he doesn’t want to face that” angst to fluff pretty please 🫶🏼
walking out
pairing: Mason Mount x Reader
TW: cursing // mentions of alcohol // if i missed anything, please let me know
"Tonight was supposed to be our night in, and you're bailing on me to go out with the boys"
"I haven't properly hung out with them in a while, Y/n!" Mason sighed as he finished getting his shoes on.
"You were literally hanging out with them 2 days ago, Mason!" You said as he ignored you, continuing his path to the front door. Just as he was about to leave, you spoke.
"If you walk out that door, I won’t be here when you get back” Your voice cracked as you spoke, hoping he would turn around and talk to you. But he didn't. He didn't want to fight anymore, so he opened the door and walked out.
You stood in shock as he shut the door behind him. Did he really just walk out on you? You said you wouldn't be here when he came back home, but you were honestly talking out of your ass. You didn't mean it. You thought that maybe he would stay if he thought he was going to lose you, but it seemed like he didn't care.
You spent the next few hours bawling your eyes out while listening to (your favorite sad song), which only made your tears worse. You were upset at the fact that he had abandoned you, but more upset that he proceeded to leave even after you said you'd be gone by the time he came back, even if you were lying.
You'd fallen asleep with tears trickling down your face. At some point during the night, your phone rang and startled you awake. Upon picking up the device, it showed Ben's name.
"Hello?" Your voice sounded groggy.
"Sorry to wake you up, but uhh- we've got a bit of an issue"
"What the hell do you mean you have an issue? Is everything okay?" Your voice was laced with concern.
"For the most part, yeah. Mason had a bit too much to drink tonight, and he can't drive home. Could you come get him?" You let out a sigh of relief at his words.
"Yeah, I'll be there in 5" You hung up and quickly changed into some sweatpants and one of Mason's hoodies before leaving to pickup your drunk boyfriend.
The streets were dark, the sky was pitch black as the stars twinkled above you. You parked your car and saw Ben & Christian dragging Mason out of the club. You got out of your car and leaned against it as you watched the scene in front of you unfold.
"I don't want to go home" Mason drunkenly spoke as he attempted to free himself from Christian's hold.
"Why not?" Christian inquired.
"If I go home, Y/n won't be there and I don't think I can face that" You frowned as he spoke.
"Mate, she's here to take you home" Ben spoke up, causing Mason to frantically look around for you. When he finally saw you, Mason looked as if he had gotten sober in an instant.
Christian & Ben carefully put Mason in your passenger seat as you put his seatbelt on. You said a quick thank you to the both of them for calling you before driving off.
You'd brought some water for Mason to drink to help him sober up.
"Why'd you do it?" You asked as you parked your car in the driveway of your shared home.
"To forget. To forget that I made a stupid decision and walked out on you, even after you threatened to leave" He sighed as he threw his head back against the headrest. You didn't respond to this, as you simply got out of the car and helped him make his way inside the house.
You couldn't carry him, so you sort of dragged him up the stairs and to your shared bedroom. It was when you both got comfortable in bed that he spoke.
"Why didn't you leave like you said?" You turned to face him.
"Because I wasn't planning on leaving in the first place. I only said that to see if you would change your mind and stay, but you didn't. I also wouldn't want to leave on a bad note, so if I did actually want to leave, I would've waited until we actually spoke" You saw Mason frown as you spoke.
"But you're not actually leaving, right?"
"No, Mase, I'm not. I do think we need to talk though" You heard Mason sniffle.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry for not staying. I'm sorry for walking out. I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for being a shit boyfriend" You brought your thumb up to his cheek, wiping the tear that had fallen.
"You're not a shit boyfriend, Mason. Sure you're an idiot at times, but you're not a shit boyfriend. Not even close" He stayed silent for a bit before speaking once more.
"I love you, Y/n"
"And I love you, Mase" You smiled at him. After all, you still loved him even if he was an idiot. You hadn't stopped loving him because of what he did.
"Now get some rest. We'll talk about this tomorrow, and you're gonna be extremely hungover" You kissed his forehead as you spoke, but he didn't acknowledge it. He'd already fallen asleep.
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- When You’re Driving - Stray Kids Reactions
Stray Kids reaction when you drive the car
Stray Kids! (Boyfriend) x Reader!
- Fluff -
Word Count - 1k+
I know saying “drive” sounds weird but it’s literal car driving-
(Not capitalized on purpose)
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♡CHAN♡
chan would definitely help with the navigation. always telling you which ways to turn the car and such. he’s so overprotective over you, he’s always lecturing you when you take your eyes off the road for a split second. “hey hey hey! look at the road babe!” in a concerned boyfriend tone. the only time he won’t ever kiss you is in the car because he demands you focus where your steering. (it pains him so much to reject your kisses omgg) he can’t imagine anything bad happening to you so dad mode is activated when you’re driving.
♡MINHO♡
minho is terrified of your driving. he will literally grab onto the hand holder until his knuckles become white with widened eyes. always convinced you’re going to crash into something. “Y/N! be careful, you’re gonna kill us!” in a whiny voice. claiming he’s petrified for life after experiencing your driving. “this is in my nightmares!” he exclaims with a pouty face. always attentive in the car looking like a nervous kitty. it’s cute though.. so you don’t mind.
♡CHANGBIN♡
changbin never wants you to drive saying you’re always “too tired” or “too precious”. he caves after you keep insisting, repeatedly telling you he’ll “make it up to you”. while you’re driving he’s always asking questions such as “baby, are you hungry?” “i can drive if you want?” you laugh it off responding with a “bin, it’s okay! stop worrying so much!” he playfully scowls at you, reaching his hand over to caress your cheek, rubbing soft circles on your skin. “fine but just tell me when you’re tired!” he urges.
♡HYUNJIN♡
hyunjin is a music machine. always playing music on the car’s bluetooth speakers. doesn’t even pay attention to the road, just to his music! “baby! have you heard blackpinks new song yet?” proceeds to play it even if you have.. sings along in his angelic voice. who needs autotune when you have hyunjin? your favorite thing in the world is listening to hyunjin’s raw vocals in the car. especially on road trips where you get to enjoy his voice for an extra long time. of course, you sing along with him. your soft voice plus his soft voice is literal heaven. “ooh! i love this song!” probably the most common phrase you hear from him in the car..
♡JISUNG♡
jisung would for sure be a car sleeper. falling asleep even on the shortest drives. honestly, it’s one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen. his head bobbing up and down with the movement of the car, the soundless ride lulling him to a deep slumber. you don’t even realize it until you try asking your boyfriend a question. after being met with silence, you lean forward to find his head laying on the headrest, mouth agape. giggling, you focus your eyes back on the road, enjoying the soft snores you hear from the passenger seat. falling asleep for jisung was a pretty easy task but waking him up was the real struggle. it starts off with an almost whispered voice repeating “jisung” while lightly shaking his body. he’ll twist and turn a bit but remain in his nap no matter how many times his name is called. absolutely nothing will wake this man up. not until you press a light kiss to his cheek. all of a sudden this boy is up and awake like nothing happened. “rise and shine ji~” you tease.
♡FELIX♡
the literal opposite of chan, constantly kissing you in the car whether you ask for it or not. he loves to sneak in a quick kiss on the lips, complaining that you’re never kissing him long enough. “‘lix, i can’t kiss you for that long! i’m focusing on not killing us!” you retort, giggling at the cute aussie. he lets out a few incoherent whines before taking your unoccupied hand in his and playing with your rings and fingers. he talks with you throughout the whole car ride, or at least most of it.., snuggling into your hoodie which you normally leave in the backseat. “it smells nice” he hums in content, wrapping himself around the warm material. if it’s a long drive, he’s out like a light within a few hours, using your soft hoodie as a blanket. he can’t help it.. his eyes droop shut in the comfort of his girlfriends lingering scent still left on the warm fabric.
♡SEUNGMIN♡
seungmin is the definition of a distraction. an adorable one at that. he finds joy in bothering and teasing you whenever you’re driving. you think of it as a way to clear his boredom, by annoying the living daylights out of you. he barks in your face, makes his iconic “gAaHh” sounds, makes weird sound effects, and anything else you can think of. it’s always the classic “baby! i’m so bored~” and “when are we getting there?!” that escape his pink lips. nevertheless, the car is filled with jokes and giggles from the both of you the entire time..
♡JEONGIN♡
normally a pretty composed boy on most occasions but when it comes to long car rides.. that’s another story. this mischievous fox is pure chaos in the car. whether he’s shouting, singing loudly, or complaining, he’s always managing to drive you insane. he’s so energetic that he even tires himself out. he’s pretty normal during shorter rides but if it’s anything over an hour he’s buzzing with liveliness. limiting his use of sugar and caffeine before the trip won’t do anything.. his body is just full of natural energy. “yah! i.n can you just go to sleep or something!?” you question, not actually mad at the adorable boy. “no babyy! i don’t sleep in car rides that’s for little kids!” he retorts. sooner or later, he crashes into a deep sleep without a word. you wont lie this is arguably your favorite part of the car ride. well it’s the only time where there’s actual piece and quiet with jeongin.. though, his sleeping state is a pretty adorable sight. him nestled up in his seat with his knees pulled up to his chest, his messy hair, and his relaxed face. whenever he awakes you always tease him with “i thought sleeping was for little kids~” receiving a pout in return and a playful hit to your arm.
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These are based off of what I think they would do😅
Have a sunshine day! ✿
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LISTEN. I was ready to ride the Steve Becomes A Teacher train all the way home. It’s in my fics, it’s in my planned fics. But but but LISTEN.
Steve becoming a first responder?
A little bit post-S4, Steve is driving home to Hawkins after moving to Indy/Chicago/a major city that’s still within reasonable driving distance for him to come see the kids. Eddie is in the passenger seat and they’re zooming down the highway, one of those picture perfect moments where they’re singing along to a Madonna song, that Eddie was complaining about just moments ago.
Steve, always striving to be the safest driver on the road, mostly because he is almost always transporting precious cargo in the form of his loved ones, isn’t the one who sees it at first. It isn’t until Eddie loudly gasps and points out a pretty horrific car accident unfolding before their eyes in the next lane over.
Steve pulls off to the side, a fair distance behind wreck. One of the cars is turned completely around in the other direction, the front smashed in. The other cars are also damaged, but the passengers are getting out. No one has gotten out of the turned around car.
Without a word, without questions from either of them, the two get out of the Beamer. Eddie goes up to the other cars, a woman who’s crying her eyes out and a young family all looking spooked out of their minds, but all seemingly alright. All of this is happening in Steve’s peripheral because he is now sprinting toward the car that no one has gotten out of. He sees the shape of the driver, head laid back on the headrest, unconscious.
“Don’t move her!” “We need to wait for help!” Bystanders yell at him. Steve doesn’t respond, the driver door now open, as he checks the girl, who looks so young that mental images of one of his kids being in her place flash across his brain, tug at his heart.
“Eddie!” He yells past the lump in his throat, but it looks like his boyfriend was already reading his mind, as he runs over with the first aid kit that’s always stationed in the trunk of his car.
He finds her pulse as Eddie settles beside him. He’s checking for broken bones as the girl comes to. He’s telling her to sit back and that everything is okay as Eddie is yelling at the crowd forming around them to back up, he knows what he’s doing.
Steve gets the flashlight out of the kit, shining it in her eyes, asking her what her name is, what day it is, who the president is, she hesitates to answer but answers all the questions.
Eddie isn’t sure if this first aid knowledge is from all the times Steve’s been assessed after all the Upside Down shit or if it’s because of his own research, though he realizes as watches Steve keep the girl calm and gently keep her from moving around at all, it’s both.
Eddie continues to watch when the ambulance gets to the scene. He watches Steve tell the EMTs that the girl is concussed and has no other visible injuries. He watches as they assess her themselves and as they ask Steve if he’s off duty, motioning to his extensive first aid kit. Steve just says he’s had his fair share of emergencies and he knows what he’s doing.
After the ambulance leaves, Steve and Eddie walking back to their car, even though traffic is backed up all the way to their apartment it seems, Eddie can’t stop thinking about how easily Steve fit into the “hero” role. How, sure, it’s residual Savior Of The World shit, but can’t it also be more now that the world is saved?
When they’re back on the road, hours later, and close to home, Eddie asks,
“Have you ever thought about becoming a paramedic?”
Steve doesn’t say anything. But he’s thinking. No, he hasn’t thought about it. But maybe he should start thinking about it.
#fic drabble#EMT Steve? I can see it. It's all I can see actually#steddie headcanon#steve harrington#this might be silly but i couldn't stop thinking about it at work#we get a lot of EMTs in the AM and it got me THINKING#my writing#i wrote this speedy quick so sorry in advance for typos or generally being incoherent#first responder steve#sen writes#my fic
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cool water ★ part I
James Hetfield x fem!reader
★ everyone is running from something ★
Words: 6.7k
Warnings: i know nothing about arizona and it shows. VERY incorrect timeline. mentions of rehab and alcoholism. james is a moody prick. 18+ in the future but part I is PG minus some swearing.
A/N: so i'm asking you all, please, PLEASE be kind to me because this is the first fic i've written in well over a year and the first metallica one I've ever posted. this is so unbelievably self indulgent it's insane. title named after a marty robbins song because that's where this whole idea stemmed from. i tried not to use y/n because i know some people hate that jhskjfhkjhfthftdhftkj. also i really really hope the fact that rehab is in here isn't a trigger or upsetting to anyone!!! it just makes sense for the plot. it's also very inspired by the some kind of monster documentary. this will probably be a shorter fit made up of a few parts but it may take a while since i'm literally about to graduate uni and i'm drawing in assignments. anyways i hope you enjoy <3
parts: (1), (2)
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A few states over, a little over a thousand miles and a few days long trek away, lies a life– packed crudely into a beat up Subaru with too many miles on the metre to go about adding another thousand. The air conditioning unit cracked out one state back, leaving only the rolled down windows to offer any sort of reprieve against the Western American summer heat. The unknown lies in the interstate ahead, yellow lines and road signs guiding you closer to your next destination. Only the front windows are open, the rear windows obstructed by precariously stacked belongings in unsealed cardboard boxes and garbage bags balanced against the glass. To roll them down would mean losing a good chunk of your clothing.
A map is sprawled out open on the passenger seat, red lines and circles marking the last stretch of your journey into Yuma County, Arizona. Golden light pours over countless acres of sprawling farmland ahead of you, the setting sun glaring into your eyes beneath your sin visor as you drive with one hand on the wheel and the other propping your head up against the open window. Your yellow Subaru is the only vehicle for miles, alone on the barren road as the sky fades into an inky blue. It’s eerie, being this alone. Eerie as you turn down yet another country lane, rolling the windows up. Eerie as you make sure the doors are locked and the gas tank full. Eerie for a girl who’d only left the city twenty-four hours prior, where such silence and solitude was such a rarity that you never stopped to consider what it felt like to actually be completely alone.
The night is still when you reach a stop sign, the hiss of crickets and cicadas audible even from inside the car. There’s no breeze that rustles the trees, nor a cloud to taint the clarity of the starry night sky. You feel as though you should be quiet and hold your breath, goosebumps raising on your skin. They only begin to subside when your headlights illuminate a sign reading Palo Verde Ranch.
Tires kick up dust as you roll down the tree-lined passage, inching closer and closer to where you will spend the next summer, checking the map one more time and breathing a sigh of relief when the trees part way to an opening. The ranch and lodgings look the same as the pictures in the brochure you were given, apart from being shrouded in a heavy darkness from the night. The porch lights are on, along with a few lamp posts circled by moths and mosquitoes. Pulling into an empty space next to a pick-up, you kill the engine and rest your head back against the headrest. The roar of the crickets seem even louder as you sit silently in the driver’s seat.
With a few final taps on your steering wheel with your fingers, you heave yourself from sitting position and stretch your aching legs, lifting your arms above your head before grabbing your suitcase from the backseat and forgoing the rest until tomorrow. It’s far too dark to go about it now. Boots crunch on gravelly dirt as you make your way to the lodging house, reading the brochure once more to check where the key is kept. It lays underneath a small terracotta pot, placed upside down and completely indiscrete. It makes you smile to yourself when you lift it up to examine it against the porch light– a small, metal cactus keychain hanging from it. You smack a mosquito from your arm as you unlock the door.
With a creak, the door opens up into the lodging house, though to you it seems more like a bungalow that had been converted into some sort of bed and breakfast. There’s a small kitchen to your left, under-cabinet lights casting an amber glow over the linoleum countertop and laminate floors. You take note of the humming refrigerator before turning to your right to examine a quaint sitting area, equipped with a floral printed sofa straight from the 1970s and a chestnut bookshelf housing a sparse assortment of books and magazines. It reminds you slightly of a waiting room– pretending to be lived in as to put you at ease.
Straight ahead lies the hallway, two doors on the left-hand side and three on the right, one of which has been left ajar. Upon further inspection, with slow, easy steps, you come to realise that it’s the bathroom, nose scrunching up slightly at the prospect of having to share one bathroom with multiple other people. On every door is a hand painted number, accented by flowers painted on in pastel colours. Very Bohemian, you note, eyeing the beaded curtain that hangs in the windowsill of the window at the end of the hall. Dim light spills from underneath doors three and four, but the other two remain dark.
Your room number is two.
Opening the door, you flick the light switch on before closing it behind you, a small puff of air escaping from between your lips as you take in the room. It’s cozy– genuinely, unlike the sitting room from before. It nearly reminds you of the room you’d grown up in, or, at least spent the earliest years of your childhood in. A golden oak bed sits against the wall in one corner of the room next to the window, fitted in cream and pale green floral patterned sheets. There’s a dresser-vanity and a wardrobe of the same golden oak, and a small nightstand next to the bed. On it beneath the small tiffany lamp lies an unopened note and a small plush teddy bear.
Tears fog your eyes as you sit on the edge of the bed and drop your suitcase at your feet. It feels so familiar– like a distant memory of a time in your life where things weren’t so turned upside down. A time when you weren’t running from something. Clutching the teddy bear against your chest, you open the note– a sweet, handwritten one from the owner of the land, welcoming you to your home for the summer. It tells you of breakfast in the main house at 10am, that there are fresh towels in the wardrobe, and that the vanity drawers tend to be a bit fiddly.
With a watery sigh, you blink up at the ceiling to clear your cloudy vision, flopping backwards onto the bed.
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James knew that he needed a distraction.
He knew better than to be around all the same people and places from how he was before. Breathing the same California air he knew and once loved now feels too thick in his lungs, like some sort of poisonous gas.
He knew better than to be around reminders.
Due to his therapist’s orders, James was to go somewhere different for a little while. In his words, to “relax, be at one with nature”. He had spread a pile of pamphlets across his desk, closing his eyes and laying his pointer finger down on the first one it came in contact with. Arizona didn’t seem to appeal to James’ bandmates as much as it did to his therapist. They had a hard enough time communicating as is, too many alcohol-fueled yelling matches only worsened by the unmade upcoming album that loomed over their shoulders. James wasn’t sure how he could make the album to begin with, not while he was walking this tightrope. If he was constantly teetering on the edge, how could he be a productive member of the band?
Part of him didn’t want to go. Running away from it all felt cowardly, as though he’s weak for not being able to handle what once was so normal. A few drinks at the bar with friends turned into something else, something monumental. Gigs, rehearsals, afterparties, bar to bar to bar to bar. People who once gave him comfort now only serve as reminders of how he has ended up.
His PA booked his flight and had his truck sent to meet him at the airport. His intentions were clear– he would spend a few months working on the ranch away from anything that might tempt him, and then he would return home in autumn and attempt to clean up the mess he had left behind. The mess in question haunted him on his flight, tension aching behind his eyes as he rubbed at them. Divorce papers. A band that might hate him, left hanging and waiting for him to get his shit together so that they can release another album. Loose ends, after loose ends. Mouth set in a straight line, he realises he’s clenching his fists, blunt nails pressing into his palms.
Settling in was fairly easy. There was only one suitcase to unpack, clothes folded neatly into the dresser and notebook placed haphazardly on the nightstand– blank paged and unopened. For a few days it was only him in the lodging house, resting and rising in silence, eating a bowl of cereal by the kitchen window before heading out to work on the ranch with Wayne, the owner’s husband. Wayne is a shorter man, or at least much shorter than James, with salt and pepper hair he keeps hidden beneath a straw hat, and a laugh that often turns into a smoker’s cough if your joke is good enough. Wayne is friendly and a hard-worker, unafraid to put James to work too.
A few days later, a couple more lodgers began filtering in, two men who based on their accents, come from the south. They didn't spare James a second glance, and James gratefully did the same in return. There was no need for making friends.
When you arrived it shook up his routine. He now had to wait for his morning showers, entering only after you had spent far longer than he would’ve liked, only to be met with fogged up mirrors and the scent of vanilla and jasmine. He could hear music playing gently through the thin walls, some shit from the 70s that he wasn’t into, and he’d have to put up with the way you’d softly hum along. Truthfully, he avoided bumping into you at all costs. There was no concern of seeing you at breakfast or dinner– he skipped them in favour of some cheap crappy microwave meal– and he worked more on the ranch with Wayne while you settled into tending the vegetable garden.
Avoiding you seemed like a waste of time, however, because you didn’t notice him anyway. You always seemed too lost in your own head, focussed entirely on pulling weeds to notice him walking back and forth by you, carrying bags of feed. He didn’t offer a greeting, or even his name, but then again neither did you, and he was more than happy to keep his distance.
Your name only came up one day as James was sitting with Wayne. They’d both spent hours of the morning tending to the stables in the intense heat, James doing most of the heavy-lifting, and took refuge under the shade of a large tree. After collecting a few random chopped logs and sticks, James took out his pocketknife and began carving. Wayne spoke of plans to make his wife a wooden sculpture of a cactus for their front porch, with James silently shucking away at the wood to bring it to a sharp point.
In the distance you’re harvesting crops from the vegetable garden, wearing denim cutoffs and a t-shirt with the sleeves torn off. From here James thinks he can spot the image of Garfield printed on the front. He stares for longer than he should, eyes trailing down the expanse of your bare legs, and admittedly, over your behind when you turn and lean down to grab a shovel.
Wayne breaks through the intensity of his gaze by saying a name, the glass shattering when James averts his eyes and returns to sharpening the wooden shiv with care. His finger slips against the grain and he winces, plucking the splinter from his thumb, “That girl. She’s here from Seattle.”
He remains silent, lip twitching with a hint of annoyance at the older man’s intrusion. Yet he lets your name settle in his mouth, silently testing the way it feels on his tongue. Aware that he was caught, he keeps his eyes trained intensely on his craft to avoid Wayne’s gaze.
“Pretty, ain’t she?” Wayne muses, stripping bark from an ash log and looking at you in the distance as you pick weeds from the cauliflower beds, “We don’t usually get people like her out here,” he turns to James, simpering, “Don’t usually get rockstars ‘neither.”
He turns away to continue stripping the log and James uses the moment to steal another look at you. The sun beats down on your back and you wipe sweat from your brow with your bare forearm, pushing a few loose hairs back that had fallen from your ponytail. There’s a half empty sack of compost on the ground by your feet that stains the tips of your gloved hands. You look tired, standing back from the garden bed to study your handiwork before tilting your head all the way back to soak up the sun, hands on your hips. When you turn and glance in James’ direction, squinting your eyes through the heat mirage, he averts his gaze, once again all too aware of Wayne and the way the man lifts his hand to wave dramatically at you.
He doesn’t look up to see if you wave back.
He sees you again that late afternoon, in the same way he always sees you— in small vignettes, in short scenes that make him think momentarily that you might just be a figment of his imagination. He sees you walking past him with a crate full of lettuce, too focused on not dropping any from the heaped pile to pay him any notice. He sees you when he walks by the wire fence, where you’re being walked through the steps of feeding the chickens in the coop. He sees you now, entering the same house he’s staying in, the same one he’s walking to, only a few paces behind.
But still, you seem to pay him no mind, as if he’s a ghost. He thinks he might be one if it weren’t for the acknowledgment of Wayne and his wife, Marie. The other workers don’t much like him, interpreting his silence as him being a stuck up rockstar. He wonders if it’s for any reason that you don’t notice him. Does he skulk around too quietly? Sure, he’s not been the most conversational since he’s been here, but he’s sure you would’ve at least noticed him.
It really bugs him.
For a man whose profession is to be seen and to be heard, he typically really likes fading into the shadows in his everyday life. There had been too many days of butting heads with Lars, too many arguments with his ex, too many paparazzi, too many expectations of him. He was only one man, and he knew he was too fucked up to be a role model for anyones kids. Before he entered rehab, he enjoyed the anonymity of a small town bar and the way no one knew who he was there. If they did, they didn’t care, clinking pints with him over the bar as if he was just another one of them. And even though Wayne and Marie do talk to him and put him to work, they still treat him like all the others staying on the farm for the season. And he does enjoy the fact that Wayne and Marie seem to pay him no mind, as well as the other workers.
But when he really thinks about it, he doesn’t like slipping into the shadows as much as he thought he did. Perhaps it’s his ego talking, but he at least likes being acknowledged.
It was as if you didn’t even know he was there.
It bugs him as he opens the door behind you after you’d let it close, watching you saunter down the hall and into the room only a door away from his own, not offering a glance as you shut it behind you. It bugs him as he makes his way into his own room, sitting at the edge of the bed and rubbing his hands over his tired face. It bugs him even more when he hears your door open and close again, squeaking on its hinges, followed by the click of the bathroom door and the rush of the shower turning on.
You claimed the shower before he could, as you always seem to do. Only today he had worked hard, back sore and legs aching with strain. Annoyance twitches at his lip but he tries to brush it off, taking deep breaths, groaning lowly as he lays back onto the bed. The day's work sits heavily in his bones and he shifts uncomfortably. He feels grimy, a layer of sweat having dried on his skin, sticking the Arizona desert sand to the hairs on his arms. He grimaces and tries to brush some off.
Minutes pass while he waits for you to finish in the bathroom, then more, and after thirty minutes he’s grown more and more impatient with you, rising from the bed and storming into the hallway. He doesn’t take any time to notice that the shower has stopped running, the blood rushing too loudly through his ears, and as he’s about to aggressively rap his knuckles against the door, it swings open. You jump back with a start when you see him, his fist raised and face twisted in irritation.
Momentarily, he’s stunned, face contorting into an expression that matches your own as his eyes trail over your form– wet hair against your shoulders and fresh skin dewey with what he assumes is lotion. You’re gripping your towel tightly in one hand, the other clutching a toiletry bag.
As he lowers his hand, he realises that this is the first time you’re noticing his existence. Wide eyes glimmer up at him shyly, lips parted from the shock of opening the door to a man standing angrily directly on the other side.
With that realisation comes another—actually, two realisations that took him possibly too long to register– the fact that you’re almost naked, and he’s blocking your way out of the bathroom. Embarrassment nips viciously at the back of his neck, tinting the tips of his ears pink as he takes a step back.
James has never been good with embarrassment. His ego always gets in the way or gets him into trouble. Sure, it has won him many arguments, much to the chagrin of his opponents, but it has also gained him the title of an egotistical asshole to many people. Whenever James becomes embarrassed, the outcome is always the same– confrontational, cruel, unnecessary words he doesn’t really intend to say bubble up in his throat before he has any chance to stop them.
“Knowing that there’s only one bathroom, you should be more aware of how fucking long you take.”
He snaps his mouth shut the second the words are out, lips pressing together in a firm line. You raise your eyebrows at him, taken aback at the gruff rudeness of his tone.
You want to say something. Some witty comeback or even something to match his hostility, but your tongue struggles to find any words. Words have never come easily to you in the first place, always choosing to be quiet unless you’re around people you know, but they especially don’t come when you’re half naked and an angry, 6’1” man is towering over you.
All you can muster is a small, “I’m sorry.” as you push past him and retreat to your room.
James is paralysed in his spot, the increasingly familiar scent of vanilla and jasmine wafting over him from the bathroom as you walk away, listening to the door slam behind you. He’s not sure how long he stays standing in place, fists clenched at his sides with frustration directed at both you and himself. With a defeated sigh, he locks himself into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Once he’s stepped in he wastes no time in pressing his forehead against the cool tile, cursing himself for not being able to hold his tongue.
James really wants to spend the evening the same way he’d been doing, skipping dinner and smoking a cigar out on the front steps, but Marie had taken notice and when she bumped into him earlier in the day, had all but forced him into promising to come to dinner tonight. It didn’t sound appealing at all. It felt like fucking summer camp, having to sit around a big table with everyone staying at the ranch and talk about your day and the work everyones’ been doing. He’d quite honestly rather starve.
It didn’t help that he assumed you would be there.
He had made up his mind that he disliked you. The annoyance of the way you’d practically ignored him for a week seems to only have increased with the duration of your shower. It was like you had no consideration for anyone else and didn’t look past the tip of your nose. He didn’t want to eat at the same table as you for that reason, is what he told himself. Not because he saw you in your towel and was so unnecessarily rude to you, no– James doesn’t do embarrassed.
He’s taken a nap directly after his shower, waking up even groggier and in an even worse mood, throwing on clean clothes and making his way down to the main house where Marie would be making dinner. The front door is already open when he gets there, and he takes an already exasperated breath before entering,
The smell that meets him is already mouthwatering, as much as he hates to admit it, and for a moment it makes him question why he’d skipped out on dinner for the past week. Wayne greets him as he walks in, already sitting around a large wooden table with a few men he recognises from around the ranch. Wayne has a cigar attached to his mouth, bobbing as he talks.
�� “James!” He exclaims, raising his hands in the air to greet him warmly, “Come on in, you should meet my guys.”
James nods curtly, having already met them in passing and discovered they didn’t much like him. But he puts up with it for Wayne’s sake, standing over the table but not sitting down, nodding in acknowledgment as he introduces everybody. They seem nice enough, greeting him with smiles, apart from two men at the end of the table who don’t so much as return James’ nod. They’re Dylan and Wes, the other two lodgers in the house. They offer him forced smiles, but James can see that the second Wayne turns his head to speak to someone else, they narrow their eyes in his direction. For a moment he wonders if you’d met them– if they treated you in the same way or if you hadn’t even noticed them in the same way you did him.
With that thought, Marie comes bounding in, wielding a wooden spoon in one hand, “James!” she grins, “I’m so pleased you came,”
She diverts her attention to Wayne, smacking him on the shoulder with the wooden spoon and scolding him in Spanish. The cigar between the man’s lips threatens to fall, but miraculously remains sturdy as he says something back, a sheepish expression on his face.
Marie rolls her eyes and turns back to James, “You, help me in the kitchen because my bum of a husband apparently has better things to do.”
Any other time James may have cringed at the idea– he’s not the best chef– but now, as he turns to glance at Dylan and Wes who stare at him with a look of contempt, he takes the out and follows Marie into the kitchen.
The moment he enters, his eyes land on you where you stand chopping vegetables at the butcher’s block island. You’re not looking at him yet, too focussed on dicing a tomato, and he takes a second to look at you. Your hair has dried, thrown back into a ponytail while you’re cooking, and you wear a white cotton sundress with thin straps that contrast against your skin. It’s different to how he’s seen you dressed, in denim cut-offs and cowboy boots, and for a moment he’s halted in the doorway to watch you.
“Could you shuck this corn?” Marie asks James, and your eyes finally snap up to look at him, trailing over his attire before you quickly go back to chopping.
He clears his throat with a small sure, taking his place across from you at the butcher’s block. You don’t dare to look up at him again, hoping that he doesn’t see the blush that tints the tops of your cheeks.
“You’re both very quiet, you know that?” Marie laughs, stirring a pot both metaphorically and literally, “Come on! Talk to each other.”
A short silence follows, painful and uncomfortable and it makes your skin crawl, clearing your throat and daring to glance at James. You break the silence by offering your name, extending some sort of peace offering.
He doesn’t seem to extend the olive branch in return. uttering a gruff, “James,” as he shucks another ear of corn.
You nod, You’d hoped that he’d say more to make you feel less nervous, hands shaking slightly as you hold the knife. You knew his name already– Marie had told you a few days ago when she caught you staring at him while he repaired the broken gate near the stables– shirtless. He had been sweating, lugging planks of wood from the shed on the other side of the lot, tattoos and bare skin glowing. Marie had snorted at your pink cheeks and made a smart comment about how he could fix your gate– whatever that meant. You’d been stealing glances at him since, averting your gaze quickly whenever he would begin to turn his head.
You soon became aware of his dislike for you, and other than the earlier shower incident, you can’t think of why. You tried to stay out of his way as much as possible, which wasn't hard considering he hadn’t showed up to dinners so far, and always kept to himself except for when he was working with Wayne.
It really bugs you.
You sigh when he doesn’t say anything else, glancing at Marie who’s back is to you as she leans over a large pot of stew, hoping that the heat of your gaze might burn just enough for her to turn around and save you. No dice.
“I–” You begin, “The gate looks really good.”
Instant regret rushes over you as a look of confusion paints his features, brows furrowed. You rush to explain, “The- the one by the stables, I saw you fixing it. It looks really good. I haven’t had to scale the fence to get through since.”
You embellish your compliment with a breathy laugh, audibly nervous, cursing yourself at your ability to make things so much worse. He didn’t return the laugh, and in fact, it seems that somehow your compliment had soured his expression even further.
“Thanks.” He deadpans, averting his gaze from yours and back to the corn.
You sigh, chopping another tomato.
Meanwhile James is internally kicking his own ass, unsure of why he can’t be fucking normal, intending to say one thing and actually saying another. He watches you from his place across the counter, the concerned furrow of your brow, pinched in the middle, to your nimble fingers diligently doing what Marie had instructed you to do. He feels a flash of guilt in the pit of his stomach. Maybe he misunderstood you. After all, you had noticed him– the gate was proof of that. Maybe he wasn’t as invisible to you as he thought he was. But that still leaves one question unanswered– if you noticed him, why did you intentionally ignore him? It’s silly and it’s childish, but it’s enough for him to continue on with his negative opinion of you.
Time goes by wordlessly between you both, Marie instead taking the time to explain everything she was doing in detail, sure to send both of you home at the end of the night with the recipe for Birria engraved in your brains. Time passes this way until the table has been set and the food is ready, Marie ushering you both out of the kitchen and to the dining table.
The only three empty seats are lumped together, one of which is at Wayne’s side. It would be rude to sit where you know his wife would be sitting, so you take the next one with a small frown, waiting for James to take the one next to you. You’re aware that he’s not happy with the arrangement, and for a moment you wonder if he would take Marie’s chair, but he doesn’t and instead fills the vacant spot on your other side. The table is tightly packed, and due to James’ frame, he has to keep his shoulders pinched together slightly to avoid rubbing them against yours. It’s nearly insulting, watching the amount of effort the man puts into not touching you, rolling your eyes to yourself as you eat the food Marie (and you and James, but mostly Marie) had prepared.
“So…,”
The mention of your name has your head snapping up, paused with your fork halfway raised to your mouth to look around at who had said your name. Your eyes fall on Dylan, who’s sat at the table directly across from you. You’d only met him once before and hadn’t really been able to form much of an opinion on him. He’s around your age, maybe a bit younger around twenty-three, with shaggy brown hair he let fall over his blue eyes and a smile that had a tinge of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He had helped you reach a pair of garden shears from the top shelf of the shed, and all you’d talked about within that span of two minutes was your names and where you were from.
“Hm?” You hum in acknowledgment.
“You mentioned you’d stayed in Europe for a while, what was that like?”
You recognise the invitation of small talk, and you’d be thankful for it if it were just the two of you, but as everyone’s eyes settle on you for your response, you feel a little put on the spot.
“Uh, yeah, it was really cool,” you swallow, “Beautiful architecture.”
It’s a lame comment, and you're aware of it, but you're not sure of what else to say at the moment. Dylan nods slowly, eying you up and down in a way that makes you squirm nervously.
Wayne comes to your rescue, “James, have you been to Europe? I imagine y’have.”
The man beside you freezes, and he’s close enough that you can feel the tension, shifting in his chair. His bicep rubs against yours for the first time and you inhale quietly.
“Yeah,” he sniffs, “Been a few times.”
“You been there on tour, I imagine?”
This piques your interest, eyes flitting to look at James profile. His jaw is clenched as he nods, “That’s correct.”
“On tour?” You ask.
He turns to you, and the intensity of his eyes this close up almost makes you regret asking. He nods, “My band tours here and there.”
“Ha! Understatement,” Wes snorts from across the table, southern accent strong through his laugh, “Mr. Big Shot over here has toured a whole lot more than just ‘here n’ there.”
He holds his fingers up in air quotes to emphasise his words, and you’re left confused. Mr. Big Shot? You thought James looked slightly familiar, but couldn’t place from where, so you’d just brushed it off as nothing. You turn to look at him again, studying his face and racking your brain to think of where you might have seen him before. It would make sense for him to be in a famous band, but which one? And why would someone in said famous band be out here in the middle of nowhere?
“What band?” You ask, ignoring Wes.
James looks uncomfortable, “Uh, Metallica.”
It’s as if bells go off in your head, piecing it all together and finally realising where you've seen him before. It wasn’t just one place you’d seen his face, but many. He’d been everywhere, on MTV, on the front covers of magazines on the newsstands back home, on billboards– dare you say Wes wasn’t too far off by calling him a Big Shot.
“Oh,” is all that comes out despite the revelation– despite the fact that you’re now painfully aware of how famous he is. Your pre-existing nerves have only worsened with this newfound information, struggling to get a bite of your food down, wincing.
James, however, takes your lack of response and pained expression the wrong way and gets on the defensive, scoffing into his glass of water before slamming it down. The entire table goes quiet, and he doesn’t miss the way you flinch at his action, momentarily pausing to meet your gaze. Your eyes are wide as they lock with his, confusion written all over your face.
He pushes his chair back from the table and stands up, “If you’ll excuse me.”
You watch his back as he retreats through the front door, letting it slam behind him. You flinch again and turn to look at Marie, who’s sitting next to her husband with a distraught look on her face. Sighing, you stand up and place your napkin on the table.
“Dinner was absolutely wonderful, Marie, please excuse me.”
Marie flashes you a sympathetic glance as you walk to the door, and despite their chittering you don’t care to look at the expressions worn by Dylan and Wes. Instead, you make your way out of the house and down the front steps. The evening has finally matured into darkness, the pathway to the lodge lit only by lamp posts and strings of fairy lights that Marie had just put up earlier today. You’re not sure where to look for James, or even if you should be looking in the first place. If you truly are the cause of his bad mood, surely you’d be the last person able to talk some sense into him; but curiosity eats away at you, the need to fix whatever you’ve done gnawing at your stomach.
It doesn't take too long to find him, sitting on the front steps of the lodge, mostly shrouded in shadows except for the orange cast of the fairy lights.
“Hey,” you offer carefully, slowing your pace as you near him.
You debate whether or not to sit next to him on the stairs, thinking it might piss him off if you do, but awkwardly rocking on your heels feels even worse. You take a seat next to him with a light huff, making sure to keep your arms from brushing against his like at the dinner table. He’s smoking a cigar, the burning tobacco lighting up his face ever so slightly on each inhale. Though he doesn’t verbally acknowledge your greeting, he doesn't leave either. As if he’s waiting for you to say something worth his while.
“I’m sorry, you know,” you offer softly, “I’m not quite sure what I did to upset you, but whatever it was, I’m sorry.”
He remains quiet, the sounds of the crickets and cicadas deafening. You exhale a sigh of defeat, tilting your head up to glance at the vast array of stars in the clear sky, counting the brightest stars until you lose your place.
James isn’t quite sure what to say. The longer he’s left to sit with his thoughts, the more he doesn’t understand what you’ve done to bug him so much. There’s been an explanation for every misunderstanding so far, leaving no reasons for his disdain, yet for some reason he just feels immensely frustrated by you. It’s something he feels under his skin, fizzing in his blood uncomfortably. He’s starting to wonder if it’s even got anything to do with you to begin with, or if this entire trip out to the desert has backfired and he’s got too much time and space to think about his life. Stress eats away at him, bubbling up slowly.
“I’m sorry about hogging the shower,” you ramble, “I didn’t realise you were waiting for it and I just got kinda…kinda lost in thought, I’ll hurry up next time.”
Nothing. It’s radio silence on his end, the air so thick that you feel it clouding your lungs along with the smoke from his cigar. You can’t stop your mouth from running, ”And it’s really cool that you’re in Metallica, I um, I don’t really know much about you guys but-”
“You can stop,” he interrupts, the stress bubbling over, your face flaring with heat you’re glad he can’t see in the lighting. ”I don’t really care, honestly.”
He looks at you for the first time in the last five minutes, emotions flat and guarded, and for the first time since you’d met him, you feel your own anger rise up in your stomach instead of nerves– frustration, annoyance, fatigued with his attitude.
“Look,” you stand up, “I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’d appreciate it if you'd stop being a total dick.”
He puts out his cigar, standing up to tower over you, not letting you have the upperhand of being taller than him. He opens his mouth to speak but you don’t let him.
“All day, you’ve been awful to me, and we just met. I don’t get it, what’s your problem?”
He scoffs, “I have a whole fuckin’ list of problems, sweetheart, don’t feel special.”
You stare, dumbfounded, arms crossed over your chest, “Yeah? And what about it?” you challenge, eyes narrowed, “Why do you think I’m here, huh? We’ve all got our shit, we’ve all got things we’re running away from, what makes you think you can treat me like shit for no reason? Because if this is how it’s going to be all summer then I’m already real fucking tired of it.”
Cicadas are the only thing you receieve in return, the chirping filling the empty space between you and James. There’s nothing. There’s no apology to speak of, not even any retaliation. His face is void of emotion, hands dug into his pockets as he stands and stares.
His stare is intense and unmoving, but there’s something hidden behind it. It’s almost a sort of hollowness, as if this is something he’s been through a billion times before. It almost makes you falter, trying your hardest to search his eyes for any clues as to what he may be thinking. But his eyes are still those of a stranger’s, and you can’t place exactly what it is that he’s thinking. Shaking your head, you finally back down, taking a step back.
“I came here to apologise, and I did. I have nothing else to say,” you turn to the lodge and step towards the stairs, “But Marie didn’t deserve that shit you pulled tonight. I think she at least deserves an apology.”
The words hang between you in the night, heavy and oppressive. There’s a moment where your fingertips hesitate over the doorknob, casting one last look in James’ direction in hopes that he would say something. But he’s remained stoic, gaze set hard towards where you’re standing, hands shoved into his pockets. Shaking your head again, you step inside, leaving him in the dark.
Only when you’re gone does he rub his hands over his face and swear under his breath. With a sigh that holds the weight of the world, he takes begrudging steps back towards Marie and Wayne’s house.
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A/N: god pls bear with how slow and badly written this felt. anyways i hope you enjoyed jsdhgkjshdkjhgsdjg
#james hetfield x reader#james hetfield#metallica#metallica x reader#reader#x reader#fic#metallica fanfiction#i was supposed to be writing an essay#i did this instead#anyways stream marty robbins gunfighter ballads and trail songs
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top 10 songs of all time?
Changes everyday, but in no particular order some of my more consistent favorites are:
The front bottoms - Twin Sized Mattress
Car Seat headrest - Kimochi Warui *so many options here, but to pick one from this band...*
Tool - Lateralus
The Mountain Goats - Best Ever Death Metal Band Out of Denton
Phoebe Bridgers - I Know the End
Elliott Smith - King's Crossing
AJJ - People II The Reckoning
At this point I started to think harder about the songs that have meant the most to me throughout my life and as I've gotten older. For example, I like a lot of Bright Eyes songs more than First day, but that song has had way more impact on me. I play it all the time, the lyrics are permanently imprinted in my mind, and to me it's one of the most beautiful and vulnerable love songs ever written. With that in mind more and more "important" songs started coming to mind.
8. Alex G - Forever
9. Bright Eyes - First Day of My Life
10. Johnny Hobo - New Mexico Song
Now I have ten, that was easy.
Except...
I remembered that one Demarco song that makes me cry everytime I hear it. Got to include that. How many times have I listened to the Glow pt 2 during the summer? How could I leave off something from Porcupine Tree, the band that I once considered my favorite band of all time? So I kept going, through names and bands that I collect like emotional trophies, not wanting to leave anything out. They all mean so much, it's honestly pathetic. I used to hyperfixate on things like Zelda and Star Wars, then I found this shit and my brain chemistry has been altered ever since.
11. Mac Demarco - Moonlight on the River
12. Mitski - Texas Reznikoff
13. The Microphones - I Want the Wind to Blow
14. Pigeon Pit - Nights like These
15. Radiohead - Exit Music
16. The Crane Wives - Never Love an Anchor
Funny how quickly a song can feel like home. That Crane Wives song technically shouldn't even be here, I only heard it for the first time a few weeks ago. Yet maybe listening to it 30 times since qualifies it for consideration. Phoebe Bridgers has a lyric in one of her songs about wishing she had written something instead of the original artist, but she can't cause they said it first. So instead she'll learn their song and sing until the feverish inspired feeling fades away in a voyeuristic catharsis.
I think about that line constantly.
Also quickly want to mention here that I'm more of an album guy. I try to listen to full records to try an experience the full piece of art the creator made. So while no song off The Downward Spiral is on my list of favorite songs, that was and is one of the most impactful albums to me as a teenager.
17. Porcupine Tree - Arriving Somewhere but not Here
18. XTC - Dear God
19. Wilco _ I am trying to break your heart
20. NIN - Burn
21. Lucy Dacus - Night Shift
22. Haley Heynderickx - Oom Sha La La
23. Swans - New Mind
Swans was hard, because there were a few songs that meant a lot to me. But ultimately there wasn't one more visceral or frankly more evil sounding than New Mind. Love the themes, love the singing style, love the backing yells, love the industrial outro, love the faint organ, love everything about that damn song.
The list kept getting longer, and for each song I was writing a paragraph to explain my choice lol. After the first like 15 I decided to stop doing that for the sake of your eyes and for risk of sounding redundant. But a major thing I love about some of these songs are how inspirational they are. Twin Sized Mattress, Denton Metal Band, Story of an Artist, they all paint a picture of the type of person I want to be. The type of art I will always support. The thing I hope to one day inspire in other people.
When you punish a person for dreaming their dream don't expect them to thank or forgive you. The best ever death metal band out of Denton, will in time both outpace and outlive you.
Those words could honestly save someone's life, it's crazy.
24. A Perfect Circle - Three Libras
25. Deftones - Rosemary
26. Frank Ocean - Ivy
27. November Suite - The Tower
28. Daniel Johnston - Story of an Artist
29. Sloppy Jane - Jesus and Your Living Room Floor
30. Big Thief - Not
31. Tyler the Creator - Boredom
32. Duster - The Landing
33. The Velvet Underground - Sunday Morning
34. The Voidz - Human Sadness
35 - 108. System of a Down - (every song)
109. Death Grips - Beware
Okay, threw these and now dozens more names are crowding my brain, and this incredibly pretentious post must come to an end. Long story short, I only have one song left to share, but each of these song has a very personal connection to me. Certain ones (like that tool song) actually changed the way I look at the world and helped me through dark periods of my life.
Many of them inspire me, some of them are just beautiful in a broken and real sorta way, and all of them feel human. The art represents something bigger than itself and the ambition knows no bounds. These songs changed my world for the better, and if you read this you are now obligated to listen to all of them.
I could ramble about music till the end of time:)
finally
110. 100 Gecs - Money Machine
#indie music#we are legion#song ranking#the front bottoms#car seat headrest#the mountain goats#tool band#phoebe bridgers#elliott smith#ajjtheband#sandy alex g#bright eyes#johnny hobo and the freight trains#pat the bunny#mac demarco#mitski#sufjan stevens#didntmakethecut#sorry sufjan#better luck next year
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ianthony song recs
hey guys! im currently on a roadtrip rn so imma show you my fav ianthony song recs (cus i am BORED)
1. sober to death by car seat headrest
-this has been my all time favorite song from the group, really describes them post 2017 when they had the split, with both unable to comfort each other or validate each other the way they needed.
2. ticket to the moon by the solutions
-this is a korean indie rock song, ive been SOO obsessed with the band and also this type of genre. i picked this song because it reminded me of anthony since i see him as the moon :)
3. life with the sun by jyocho
-this is a japanese indie rock song, this band is also lowkey good :)) also picked this song as the name reminded me of ian. (should TOTALLY listen this song right after listening to ticket to the moon)
4. a fool moon night by the koxx
-another korean song, lyrics are in english though :p love this song with its futuristic guitar riff in the beginning and the solo. can imagine this song as anthony leaving smosh 2017 to pursue other desires. to be his own independent creator. as a goodbye letter to ian as he ventures off to his own
5. twin size mattress by the front bottoms
-GOD THE ANGST IN THIS SONG. another post break up 2017 song (i know tragic) but this is song proves my statement. midwestern emo is made for ianthony!!! the lyrics prove it all
6. scrawny by wallows
-a song that isnt dedicated to post breakup ianthony, this song reminds me of early ianthony with their wholesome interactions. might make an edit to this song but idk :)
7. everlong by foo fighters
-i DID make an edit to this song, now it sits as my most view video on my channel. thank you so much for the support btw ^-^ but this song hits exactly with post reunion ianthony ! they really never said goodbye more like a see you later!!
the ianthony girlies/theyies/menies you should totally listen to EVERY song i just suggested some of these are BANGERS !!
#smoshpunisher's music rants lmao#ianthony#smoshblr#ian and anthony#ian hecox#anthony padilla#smosh#smosh ian#smosh anthony#anthony padilla and ian hecox#classic smosh
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List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore 💜
thank u so much cres and sorry for the late-ish reply! i’m gonna do this for jay 😳
1. chronically offline. like. so much so that every attempt to show him some deeply referential meme just turns into a what is a chicken situation 🐔
2. has an orange tabby cat named cheddar (after the world renowned cheddar bay biscuit, obviously)
3. him, his older brother, and his younger sister were all raised by his mom and aunt + their extended family. they’re all super duper close.
4. line cook at a british inspired seafood restaurant thanks to a favor from a family friend. he hates that he can’t get the stench of fish and near rancid oil out of his clothes, but it’s a nice kitchen and it pays well enough so he doesn’t complain (too much, anyway)
5. if i had to pick a single song that summed up his entire vibe and what’s going on with him in my save, it would be end of the record by dijon 💿 but his actual favorite song is sober to death by car seat headrest
#*jay#thank you sm again cres!!! this was a lot of fun omg#also the restaurant is inspired by dame nyc which sounds SO cool but i'll probably never get to eat there lmao#it's british seafood but also like? vaguely disco themed? u can eat fish n chips while listening to funkytown and i think that slays#replies
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hansol: the lovers playlist
characters: hansol x female reader
genre/warnings: idol au, friends to maybe something more???, fluff
word count: 884
summary: or you'll be left in the dust unless i stuck by ya; you're the sunflower; you're the sunflower
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a/n: things in bold italics are song lyrics
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Vernon 17 😌: wanna go for a drive?
Vernon 17 😌: like old times?
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‘Ay, ay, ay, ay...’
Hansol bent down, grinning at you as he got into the car, “Hey.”
“Hey,” you replied back.
Things were mostly talked through over ramen -- and by mostly, Hansol had mostly told you what he wanted to and expressed how sorry he was, but there were a few details that he left out that you didn’t know about.
Like, y’know, him being in love with you.
But it was fine. You were content with what he had said, and you told him that you felt pretty childish about how you handled everything. Things were okay. Things were trying to go back to how they had been, which truthfully made both of you happy. He missed his best friend, and you missed yours.
‘Needless to say I keep her in check; she was a bad-bad nevertheless.’
Hansol chuckled, buckling into the seat before you put the car back in drive, “I’ve missed your taste in music.”
“Dude, you showed me most of the music I listen to,” you snorted. “It’s your taste.”
But Hansol either was too busy listening to the music, or he just didn’t have anything to quip back, because you were met with him humming along to the verse as a reply.
“Needless to say, I’m keepin’ her in check,” he mumble-sang to himself as he slightly swayed to the music, going through his small black crossbody bag that he’d brought. “She was a bad-bad, nevertheless. Callin’ it quit, now, baby I’m a wreck. Crash at my place, baby, you’re a wreck.”
“I missed your singing,” you admitted somewhat quietly, figuring there was a 50/50 shot Hansol would even hear you.
But he did, looking over at you with his signature smile, “What?”
You shrugged, “You like, get lost in it. It’s quiet but it’s nice to hear.”
“I’m telling Mira you didn’t like her singing,” he teased, sitting back in the seat after he found his lip balm.
“You’re gonna get my shit kicked in--”
“Ooh-ooh-ooh!” Hansol started singing very loudly to drown you out, so he probably didn’t even hear the end of your sentence that you did get out. “Some things you just can’t refuse. She wanna ride me like a cruise--”
“PG, please.”
“And I’m not tryna lose.”
Finally, he looked at you and made a confused face, his smile still placed on there, “You picked this song, what do you mean PG?”
But now you ignored him, singing, “Then you’re left in the dust unless I stuck by ya.”
And, just like old times, Hansol joined in.
“You’re the sunflower; I think your love would be too much.”
Hansol basked in the familiar feeling, head back against the headrest with a smile on his face. It felt like coming home again, being in your car and singing with you again. Sure, he had things he had stressful things he had to deal with now -- namely the Ivory breakup situation -- but for now, it was like he was free of worries and cares.
“Shh, shh,” you quickly hushed him even though both of you had been singing, “Post’s verse is the best.”
“Every time I’m leavin’ on you,” you sang alone, “you don’t make it easy, no. Wish I could be there for you. Give me a reason to, oh.”
This time, Hansol just listened, missing your voice. He missed hearing you sing. Somehow, it was different hearing you when you were relaxed in the car or laying on his bed just hanging out, than when you were up on stage doing it.
“Every time I’m walking out, I can hear you telling me to turn around. Fighting for my trust and you won’t back down; even if we gotta risk it all right now, oh.”
Maybe it was because he was feeling cheesy now from the euphoria, but the lyrics he’d already heard hundreds of times by now, had new meaning to them when he heard you sing them. He thought of how the two of you were: you pushed him away and he went and pulled you back, trying to repair your friendship and gain your trust again. It was a gamble because there was no promise anything would work out, but it was a risk he was willing to take regardless.
“I know you’re scared of the unknown,” he sang with you now. “You don’t wanna be alone.”
You glanced at him with a smile, slightly leaning toward him, “I know I always come and go, but it’s out of my control.”
The two of you were nodding your heads along with the beat, singing the last chorus together. Hansol was pretty sure this was going to become a core memory for him simply from the intense feeling of happiness and warmth and calm he was experiencing. It was a feeling he didn’t want to ever let go of; a bubble of euphoria he didn’t want to leave.
As the song’s soft end played, you let out a sigh, “Nice karaoke to start off the drive.”
“Where are we going anyway?” he wondered.
You just shrugged, continuing to watch the road, “Just driving.”
That was absolutely good enough for him as he nodded, “Cool.”
#k-labels#seventeen#hansol#vernon#seventeen au#seventeen imagine#seventeen scenario#seventeen oneshot#seventeen fanfic#seventeen x reader#hansol au#hansol imagine#hansol scenario#hansol oneshot#hansol fanfic#hansol x reader#vernon au#vernon imagine#vernon scenario#vernon oneshot#vernon fanfic#vernon x reader
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Im asking you to go feral and explain swap x outer [3
Do what you must ,,úчù,,
going to self indulgent here and explain why i think a specific song i placed into their playlist makes me think of them. it’s pretty long (like ten minutes) but the mental imagery always captivates me
it’s the thought of swap being alone. someone different in the face of the multiverse. bc he’s the ‘old one out’ in a (very literal) sense. there are so many variations of ‘swap’ out there. even a bastardized version that was caused by a popular series of misconceptions.
the repetition of “hey space cadet” followed by some form of declaration of loneliness. im going to be breaking down the entire song here! or at least the lyrics that are significant to me lol
It is 2014 and I have no idea what is going on in my life
Heavily vibes based. leaning into swap’s (or outer’s) confusion regarding the multiverse. kind of plays into how old their aus are respectively
Hello hello hello hello -> I got a little drunk before I came here
outer or swap being introduced to the multiverse in some way. being hopeful or wary. their perception of the multiverse being VERY narrow. the echoing "hello"s could signify the other outcodes greeting them or other past residents of aus. also plays into sans' "knowing more than he lets on" trait where they probably had some idea of alternate universes existing before being directly introduced to them
frozen margaritas in Austin -> the birthplace and deathplace of Elvis
really just vibes. imagining them talking to out-codes (namely dream or error) and becoming more warmed up to the multiverse. visiting the omega timeline too
(and I’m so far away from home) -> (route seven)
the slow pace of it up to here makes me think of swap or outer or both missing their homes. possibly missing their narrow view of the universe. missing when the world (still endlessly big) was a little smaller
Hey, space cadet. you can’t hang out with your friends, even when you are with them
to me is about swap joining/formulating the star sanses with their first multiverse friends. but the connection they NEED isn’t there. the connections theyre craving arent there. dream themself is still getting used to forming those deep connections or refuses to due to the influence of their aura and the potential codependency that may develop due to it. and ink is not looking to view these guys as more than "characters" (for his mental safety tbh)
Hey, space cadet. you’re gonna need a lot of love but not the kind you’re thinking of
swap wants that connection though, he wants friends that he can go to and hang out with. he's desperate for that validation and acceptance, as someone that's so different. he wasn't taken seriously (enough to become part of the guard) in his universe so why did he expect differently here
and the times when i feel fine -> had to come and write this song
swap possibly sorting through their feelings. he begins seeking out other friends, or places he can relax outside of his home universe. at this point he knows of error and their interests. or outertale was mentioned at some point. either way, he seeks comfort in that universe
hey, space cadet. didn’t think it’d be this far but that’s the price for being a star
this is swap directly communicating his feelings to outer after forming that bond. outer themself rarely left their home universe, opting to welcome monsters that visit the place. outertale is like a tourist stop in that way or at least a place frequently visited by others. it took some time for outer to move past cagey and distrustful to being more open (which isnt by much)
i met you through the television screen. i fell in love with the guy smiling at the audience. and now this love is praecox feeling. and now this love is aspect dawning
swap thinking about ink. possibly learning about ink’s ‘mentality’ and how he only sees them all as ‘characters’. swap’s idolization of dream too! believing that they had the full picture for everything.
swap saw these two as gods almost. beings higher than him. their treatment of their relationship (not deepening their bond past 'coworkers') didnt help to dissuade swap's initial idolization, causing it to snowball into something more severe and possibly toxic.
i can also see this as swap developing a crush on dream but thats pretty 'straight-from-the-lyrics' to me. and i personally view them as best friends
hello hello hello hello -> we should fit like a glove and a hand
swap witnessing the star sanses fall apart possibly! being so upset bc their best friends’ conflicting moralities drove them apart thus, dissolving the group
after this, swap has nowhere to go. he doesnt have a 'job' anymore and his interest in becoming part of the guard in his home universe is so small in comparison to what he was before. he retreats to outertale or the omega timeline to think
Hey, space cadet. The things you see inside your head. You'd better make other plans instead
It's alright to want to dream. It doesn't mean reality is mean, oh
outer or papyrus or dream or swap himself telling swap to let go of his past expectations but to experience the multiverse for what it is
Hey, space cadet. it’s time to show them what you can. what can you do, man, what can you do?
they could be talking to either. outer’s space based powers and magic. swap’s general potential and how theyre underestimated GREATLY
Love isn't love enough -> Love isn't love even at all -> At all, at all, at all
No real explanation abt why this fits besides vibes again. swap struggling with abandoning this mentality and outer bearing witness to it (also dropping my headcanons: swap is ace and outer is aro)
(Space cadet, you are now crashing in space. You've waited for this, now, you're off)
(Kind of a side tangent) But blueberror to me. Swap being Error-d leads to swap letting go of his expectations and past attachments. either protecting aus or destroying them with this new turning point
Hey, space cadet…
this final ‘echo’ at the end just SINGS starryknights to me. the longing, the grief, the agony and the comfort they can seek in each other. the audio for it says so much more
this felt like a mostly swap to outer dump though. outer mostly stayed within their universe and didnt develop that many multiverse affecting friends (like dream or ink or error) outer mainly hangs out with sans, fell, swap, horror, dance and epic at the very least.
error is around too but they dont exactly talk too much. silent acknowledgment and mutual "youre alright" relationship. i can definitely see outer drawing someone like nightmare to them bc of the quiet atmosphere and lack of an ulterior motive
also outer being friends with another character that mostly sticks to their home universe: ccino :3
#tooth asks#swap sans#outer sans#swap!sans#outer!sans#starryknights#underswap sans#outertale sans#utmv#sorry about the inconsistent casing ah
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OH, DISMEMBERMENT PLAN...
what an insane band name, when I first started listening to them, I had no idea what "to dismember" meant, I only looked up the dictionary definition after seeing people's reactions such as "????????" and "the WHAT plan????!!!!", when they had been recommended the band. It happens. I feel it belongs to the experience of people who aren't native speakers of English, yet they've grown up surrounded by music in the language. Music comes first, lyrics second, meaning... third??
I still have a clear memory of ten-year-old me memorizing all the lyrics to my favorite Linkin Park songs. While I recognized some of the words I was singing along to, I wasn't able to decipher their meanings and wasn't even trying to. That band was my first real obsession. Hyperfixation, perhaps. They were the music I would play when I was given access to youtube on the family computer. Turns out I didn't get to grow up to be the person who gets the aux. In my teenage years I went through so many more music phases, a journey I'd love to discover in better detail across many more posts in the future. There was my metal phase with a milion subphases within it (since there is probably more subgenres than bands), then a prog and alt rock phase, then in the summer of 2019 a friend introduced me — 16 year old, coming to terms with their newly discovered queer identity — to car seat headrest, which swept me like an ocean wave and irreversibly changed my music taste and also me as a person.
The world of indie music opened itself to me, so many new artists, bands, but more importantly specific albums by those artists, dc snuff film/waste yrself, the glow pt. 2, itaots, souvlaki... all the classics, but none of them had a hold on me as strong as Twin Fantasy by CSH, Come In by Weatherday, Funeral by Arcade Fire, YWNKW by Sweet Trip, and – well, my Elliott Smith obsession was yet to come but we can count XO in there too. But in the midst of all these albums, you could find Emergency & I, a record that I enjoyed when I first listened to it, I didn't really think much of it, but I really felt the need to return to it. And then again and again, I best enjoyed the fun, most standard songs, What Do You Want Me To Say and Gyroscope, I loved hearing the small weird details in them, the time signatures, the mindblowing drumming... the album didn't mean a lot to me at first. I was still 17 when I first heard it, I needed to grow into it.
A year later I got into a long distance relationship, I started university, I moved from my small town to a big city. And it sucked, I wasn't really able to make any friends, I couldn't handle the pressure of schoolwork, my depression got much worse, my adhd meds weren't really doing anything, at some point I stopped leaving my dorm room and I ended up sinking into a deep metaphorical pit and eventually dropping out after four months. Fun stuff. The reason why I am mentioning all this is that there is a strong correlation between my music journey and my life journey. And Emergency & I is the college age young adult album. There is so much loneliness packed into it but it's not exactly sad or depressing. This album can be kind of laid back, or extremely anxious, it can be very nihilistic and dystopian, it can be very fun or it can completely rip your heart out, it can make you think "yeah I do know these people", it can be very silly and the next second it throws the most poetic and beautiful words at you that fill your heart and head with an abundance of images and feelings. And it gets better the more you grow into it and the more you relate to it, and even if you don't relate to everything, the songwriting and storytelling is so perfect and emotionally intense that it will rip its claws into you and never let you go.
In the last year and a half I've managed to get myself into a much better place in terms of mental health and academic success. I started studying again, this time a subject I love (languages), I found some amazing friends, the long distance relationship has turned into a less distance relationship and we see each other relatively often and things are going great and I finally realized that Emergency & I is the best album ever made. Because even when everything is going great, maintaining all those parts of my life is not easy at all and this album knows it too well. Okay, maybe it is not the best album ever made, but it is the best album for me. At this stage of my life.
But do I claim that after over three years, I understand the meaning of this album perfectly? Not really. Well, I bet not even Travis Morrison does, because how could he have predicted the intensity of the feelings I go through each time I listen to the album, or the impossible to fill void that appears inside of my chest after the final track ends, making me long for more of those feelings but also making me sad becuase there is nothing else quite like E&I...
And, you know, maybe I was wrong and the song meaning does not come third. Maybe the first time you listen to a song, it already means something to you. Maybe that is why I was drawn back to the album. Each time I listen to it I am a different person. And the songs mean different things. Of course I understand more of the song lyrics the more I read them and listen to them and analyze them but words can only go so far in terms of meaning. The band created the songs with certain ideas in their heads but those ideas have been transformed so many times, from their minds through their instruments, on paper, to the recordings, the masters, and then to the ears and minds of thousands of people, through different mediums, through different means of discovery. Songs mean different things to you when a friend recommends them to you or when you find them on your own, even before you listen to them. And I am not even mentioning live performances where your body vibrates with the music and the room and the songs are changed ever so slightly each time. Nobody experiences music the same way.
And I could talk for hours about what exactly the album means to me but I cannot and also do not want to fit all of it in one post. I want to dedicate a separate post to each of the songs on this album, which is one of the things my blog is going to be about, but I don't want to limit myself to being only a dismemberment plan fan, I want to document my music journey here, both by looking into the past and sharing my current favorites (for example get ready for a ton of weatherday posting this year). This post is just me speaking random sentences into the void, to prepare everyone for all of my future long posts, which are also going to be me ranting into the void, hoping things will end up making at least some sense to at least one of you (assuming somebody will read this, but I know this place is full of nerds just as obsessed with things as me (or even more, actually) so my chances aren't a complete zero).
tldr listen to dismemberment plan, it might change your life. I am not conscious enough to proofread. goodnight <3
#dismemberment plan#indie rock#music#csh#90s music#indie#weatherday#nonbinary#I plan to irreversibly damage the music taste of all the gays on here and I am not sorry
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𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃! 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨, 𝓒𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓵 𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻༄
Aired 02.02.23
Featuring music from American Football, Mitski, Panchiko, Alex G and more!
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From the beginning of quarantine to my trip to New York in 2021, I went through a time in my life that felt like a perpetual winter I would never get out of. Countless nights spent on Minecraft with my friends from California and London, to the endless drives to nowhere with my friends here in Chicago. “Cruel Winter,” encapsulates the music I was listening to during that time. A digitally infused indie soundscape.
The name comes partly from a screenplay I wrote for a screenwriting class I took, and from a playlist I made with my friend Raymond, (who I met in the screenwriting class). It encapsulated this specific sound, a grey and brown with a stark baby blue between the two.
Starting of with “Brian is The Most Beautiful Boy,” the droning at the beginning takes me straight back to the beginning of the pandemic, mostly in my room playing Minecraft with my friends Jas, Ray and Alfie. I had just gotten my license as well, and sometimes I would take longer coming back from picking the lunches the school gave out for free, just to clear my mind.
“My Friends Don’t Know (I Know They Hate Me)” by dandelion hands was so popular on TikTok during this time. I loved this song and I would listen to the album “It’s All in Your Head,” over and over. It was around then the “Cruel Winter” began to settle in.
The first run of the show is called “Raymond’s Run,” I met Ray in that online screenwriting class, we became pretty good friends after the class ended, spending hours on Minecraft and Discord. He got me a cracked version of FL Studio and introduced me to a word of music I had never listened to. I can still remember the day I listened to “Deathmetal” and gushing about it to Raymond the next day. Or when Raymond showed me the cassette he wanted to buy from Subsonic Eye’s bandcamp. “Cabin Fever” reminds me of the screenplay I wrote, and the runs I would take in the mornings. Raymond is an incredibly talented guitar player, he could learn a song so quickly. I remember he learned “Beautiful Boy,” by John Lennon, on a call with me and our friend Jas, with a quick glance at the chords. He was working on a folk album around that time and he shared Nick Drake as one of his inspirations for the album. “Parasite” stuck with me.
My friend Sasha and Maya would frequently host creative zoom sessions, where we would just spend time working on whatever we wanted.
I would mostly draw, and sometimes write. While they wrote. Sasha introduced me to Car Seat Headrest around that time, and “Twin Fantasy” became an obsession. “Stop Smoking We Love You” transitions well into “Thoroughfare” by Ethel Cain, one of three songs in this set that I didn’t listen to during the pandemic. Though the lyricism encapsulates my mindset during the time. I had a desire to run to California and leave everything behind. I considered not going to college and just running to the west.
That desire was ignited by the screenwriting class I took through Academy of Arts University. There was something special about that class. Where as most zoom classes I had during the time was filled with shut off cameras. Most of the students had their cameras open and were eager to participate. We all had an instagram group chat where we would check in on each other throughout the year. I had met Raymond there and Jas through the class. Just a few weeks after the class ended we played on a Minecraft server Jas had made almost every single night. I met so many people on the server, we would talk and play for hours. I even met my friend Alfie, who’s from London, with them on a Minecraft parkour map.
Mr. Q, the teacher of the screenwriting class read a screenplay I wrote months after the class ended. (Which I plan to film later this year.) He recommended me Holy Hive sometime later. “Cynthia’s Celebration” has these beautiful drums that are just so rich and beautiful. It reminds me of the feeling I had while taking his class and those nights playing Minecraft. (Brown and a hint of orange).
“Lens” by Frank Ocean is my favorite song from Frank. I would play this song non-stop. It was my most listened song that year. It reminds me of the directionless drives I would take with my friends. Nate’s car was our go to vehicle. While me and Alonso would control the aux.
I watched “We’re All Going to The World’s Fair” with Jas and Ray.
We hated it. But the music stuck with me. Sasha had already introduced Alex G to me but his music never clicked with me until I watched this movie. “End Song” reminds me of this feeling I had in the lit of my stomach throughout the pandemic. It still hasn’t quite went away.
I had many movie nights during the pandemic. Some with my friend Sarah, others with my childhood best friend B, and others with Ixmati, Annie and Celeste. Sometimes it was spent trying not to fall asleep, and others spent trying not to wake my parents.
“Two Weeks In December” by Skull Crusher and “Secret” by Waveform* have this specific sound, like the haze that seemed to cover everything during the first few months of the quarantine.
I never really got into Mitski, but “A Pearl” had been on heavy rotation throughout the year and well into the beginning of the quarantine.
“It’s just that I fell in love with a war,
Nobody told me it ended,
and it left a pearl in my head,
and I roll it every night
just to watch it glow.”
I hate to admit I romanticized the first few months of quarantine and I often find myself looking back. I can’t help to smile. Even though it felt like the world was ending, I didn’t feel alone.
My “Cruel Winter” felt like it was nearing it’s end when I listened to “A Lot’s Going To Change” by Weyes Blood. I was graduating high school. I so badly wanted to go back to how it had been before. I was so afraid of what came after. It was during this time where the pandemic was in limbo. The cases had spiked again and everything was in limbo.
American Football was a band I listened to throughout my dive into the lesser known indie artists, at least from my perspective. The perpetual winter ended at the end of summer ‘21. Right before a solo trip to New York with my friends Alonso and Dario. (Or so I thought).
The final run of the set is made up of three songs. “Wintertime” by Brockhampton, “4sure” by Louke Man, and “Thank You Song” by FKA Twigs
“Wintertime” is an unreleased song that was leaked along with the Technical Difficulties tracks Brockhampton did over the quarantine. The songs were on heavy rotation when I would drive. “Wintertime” was the inspiration for my screenplay I wrote during that online class. It was a big idea condensed into a 7 page script if I remember correctly. A fitting metaphor to the big ideas I had during the pandemic but with little outlet to do them.
The last two songs serve as a thank you, to all those friends that helped me get through my “Cruel Winter”, and even though it came back not long after my trip to New York. These people helped me get through it.
Special thanks to Aaron, Alfie, Alonso, Anna, B, Celeste, Daisy., Dario, Erin, Iris, Ixmati, Jas, Marcus, Maya, Mr. Q, Nate, Raymond, Sarah, Sasha, The Screenwriting Guild, and TJ. Even though I couldn’t mention everyone and everything we did together, I am grateful for the memories we made together.
#mitski#fka twigs#ethel cain#brockhampton#louke man#memo boy#dandelion hands#panchiko#nick drake#car seat headrest#holy hive#frank ocean#alex g#skullcrusher#waveform#american football#winter#wintertime#blog#music#playlist#quarentine#pandemic#screenwriting#internet radio#radio#college radio#friends
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my recent top5 is: growing sideways by Noah khan, still unbeaten life by gang of youths, be still by the killers , cherish by Gretta Ray and life worth missing by car seat headrest ... rip me ahah
love all your top 5 !
BE STILL BY THE KILLERS MY BELOVED…. the bond i have with any song i’ve named a fic after lmao… i don’t know the gang of youths or gretta ray ones, gonna give ‘em a listen 🏃
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banana lemon cherry kiwi (sorry I'm not finding the emojis lol)
hello thank you so much for the ask!! I love rambling about my dragons hehe
there’s 2 bananas so I’ll answer both:
🍌Three headcanons about how magic works in your lore
Most dragons have very weak magic and thus little control over their element! Magic's really just a Thing that Exists and is either used as a party trick or in battle tbh
The type of eyes a dragon has effects how strong their magic is, with rarer eyes = stronger control (in order its Primal as strongest, then Glowing/Multigaze/Faceted, Goat/Bright/Pastel, Rare, Uncommon, and Common in descending order. Also because I am part of the lightning flight dragons with rarer eyes are more likely to serve directly under the Stormcatcher, which means having better jobs lmao)
Faes, Veilspuns, Pearlcatchers and Auraboas naturally have a more magical disposition than other dragon species, whilst Mirrors, Bogsneaks, Gaolers, Banescales, and Obelisks have a weaker one. Nobody's quite sure why.
🍌A dragon + their theme song
most of my lore dragons have theme songs and/or songs that inspire their characters, but I've been thinking about Triumph especially lately and the songs that have inspired them, particularly Neighborhood #2 (Laika) by Arcade Fire, There Must Be More Than Blood by Car Seat Headrest, and Flight of the Crows by Jhariah. I could probably write an essay about how well these 3 fit her but I don't wanna make this post Too long lmao
🍋A dragon you regret exalting
ok so I myself didn't exalt them but I gave FruitFly away during a forum game and they got exalted and I regret it so bad lmao. Their colors are so nice together + FruitFly was kind of a banger name on my part :pensive:
🍒Show off a fodder rescue
half of my lair is fodder rescues tbh (everytime I open the AH I end up with new dragons lmaooo). my latest one is Piotr, who I bought specifically for a Trickmirth skin. I don't like his primary very much but it's okay, I can fix him (silly)
🥝Show off your random progen
Bumblebee!!! He isn't gened up yet partially bc idk what to do with him just yet (I'm thinking basic/basic/thylacine? to hammer in the Bee part? with maybe a breed change to a mirror or smth bc I don't like faes? idk). also side note I didn't realize until after a solid month of playing that he was an XYY hsgshhsbshhsj. Flight Rising likes to bestow random streaks of luck upon me I guess.
thank you again for asking!! :DD
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