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Fundamental Differing

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masterlist | playlist | chapter vi

Chapter VII: Soft But Estranged

summary: an off day on tour doesn’t mean an off day for partying! The entire touring family heads out for what’s supposed to be a fun night off on the Vegas Strip.

tags/warnings: so much angst it’s gross, mutual pining, rockstar!eddie x rockstar!reader, slow burn, hurt/slight comfort, pining, longing, break up, excessive drinking

a/n: i’m turning up the dial on this fic to 11. angst to the max. no fluff all pain. torture. enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated. Reblog to support the author!

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October 1989

“Oh, honey, come here.” Robin pulls you into a tight hug, letting you sob and snot into her shoulder. It’s three in the morning, and you’ve been drinking yourself into a stupor. You left Eddie a week ago, and haven’t been able to breathe right since. Seeing the video for The Crawl on MTV this morning sent you into a dizzying depression, remembering the days when Eddie would sit at the kitchen table trying to put the chords together. You wished you were with him, on tour, greeting him with kisses after every set. But he left for tour yesterday without telling you, and you only found out when Dustin asked why you weren’t with him. You hadn’t had the heart to tell him you’d broken up with him, so Steve had to break the news.

“I just don’t get it. Why didn’t he try harder? Why didn’t he fight for us?” You weep into the fabric of Robin’s shirt as she rubs your back in soothing circles.

“I don’t know, love, but he’s a fucking idiot.”

Present day

Your POV

Your issue of SPIN comes out today, and your heart is slamming in your chest in line to check out. In your hands is a copy of the magazine, a picture of Corroded Coffin plastered across the cover. Eddie’s eyes seem to glare even from the glossy paper, his arms crossed over his bare chest while the rest of his bandmates stand behind him, looking equally stoic. In the top corner of the page reads, Femme Punk Takeover: An Interview with Death Dance Approximately. You read the words over and over, refusing to spoil the spread for yourself until you’re alone and safe to scream with your friends about it.

Once you exit the store, magazine clutched in your hand, you speed walk back to the hotel you’re staying in. Today is your off day, but tomorrow you play a show on the one and only Las Vegas Strip. Your plans include celebrating the magazine spread by drinking yourselves silly.

Back in your hotel room, you kick your shoes off and fling yourself onto the bed. Robin’s out shopping with Steve, and Sylvie and Lilith are getting lunch, so you have the afternoon to yourself. Instead of diving right into your own spread, you curiously turn the pages until you find the Corroded Coffin interview. It spans four full pages, including photographs and quotes in bold, big lettering. You swear to yourself you’ll only skim, but that promise is quickly broken when you read the first sentence.

Kings of Rock, Corroded Coffin, sit uncomfortably in their folding director-esque chairs, as if sitting for an interview is the least punk thing they could be doing. Their frontman fidgets with his gleaming silver rings, his lips pressed together in concentration or annoyance.

Jessie Stevens: So, on your new album Freak Show, there’s a song titled Sweetheart. It’s far different from the rest of the tracks, a calming break before the climax of Severed Thumb and Wiped Clean. What influenced this mood change?

Eddie Munson: Sweetheart is about someone that was once very close to me. It’s about love and loss, and a whole shit ton of heartbreak, and the one person that never made me feel like, the freak, y’know?

J: Do you still talk to this person?

The frontman’s face falls a little, like he’s reminded of something upsetting.

E: It’s… complicated.

You roll your eyes. It’s not complicated, the answer is a firm no. You and Eddie don’t talk, not more than you’re forced to. You continue scanning the article, until you find something else that catches your eye.

J: You’re currently touring with Death Dance Approximately, who are quickly moving up in the world of rock. What advice would you give them as seasoned rockstars?

Munson pauses, looking at his bandmates with a question in his eyes.

E: I guess I’d tell them never to let go of themselves. I lost myself for a while, honestly I’m still pretty lost. The industry is brutal, it takes so much of your soul away from you, and if I could go back and tell myself one thing, it would be not to let go of who I was. I miss that person.

You read Eddie’s answer, over and over, your eyes stinging. You miss who Eddie was, before signing, before giving in to fame and attention the way he has. Desperately, you want to believe that sweet boy is still in there somewhere. You think he is, after the events of last night, but you’re not sure how to yank him out of the steel shell he’s built around himself.

Further down, one more thing catches your attention.

J: Do you wish you’d done anything differently? Whether it be in your career, or in your life outside of it?

E: I wish I fought harder for my people. I lost someone I loved so much. I let them walk out of my life without any objection. I wish so badly that I could’ve made them stay, but… It was too late. I’ll never know now. I’ll never get to fix it.

Munson’s bandmates look to each other knowingly, clearly aware that the mysterious person he speaks of is the reason for his sour mood.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” It’s barely a whisper, despite no one being in the room with you. All he had to do was ask, and you’d tell him everything. Why you left, what would’ve made you stay, but he’d rather tell the whole world he fucked up than just apologize to you.

—

Eddie’s POV

His copy of SPIN lay open in his lap as he reads the Death Dance interview. His bandmates are god knows where, enjoying their day off while Eddie mopes in his hotel room.

J: How do you guys feel about touring with one of the biggest names in rock?

Eddie rolls his eyes at the question, knowing you probably hated hearing his band brought up in your interview.

Y: I mean, we knew them growing up. It’s really cool to see them all again, and we’re honored to tour with them.

Eddie’s surprised you’d even mention knowing him at this point, it makes his heart beat a little faster.

J: You know Corroded Coffin?

Y: Yeah! I moved to Hawkins my senior year, where I met Robin, and they were all seniors. We played DnD together, made music together. We lost touch after high school, but the world is so small.

J: Is that what Indiana is about?

Y: In some respects, yeah. Indiana was a huge change from where I grew up in Boston, a much smaller, more conservative place for sure.

Eddie puts the magazine down, and reaches for his CD player. He skips to track 5, and closes his eyes as the guitars wail in his ears. He only knows parts of the song, from hearing it live when he can stomach watching your set, but somehow it feels like listening for the first time.

I’m from a city where no one knows each other / where we walk down streets avoiding eyes and shoving by / and when I moved to Indiana, I began to understand why / I wasn’t meant for smaller towns, where everyone knows my name, / but you had been there, my saving grace, / and now I miss the comfort. / I miss the sounds of singing birds, and the crackle of a fire. / I moved back to the city, and though it’s pretty, / it’s no longer what I know. / Indiana wasn’t home, but I found my home there / In the warmth of your eyes and the smell of your hair / I let myself believe I could make my life here / and when I lost you, I lost everything. / Indiana wasn’t home, but I found my home there. Indiana wasn’t home, and I lost my home there.

He plays the song four times before he can bring himself to breathe right again. Eddie can hear your heart breaking through your voice, the way it cracks on the chorus, the way you belt the final verse. All at once, he understands why you left, why you felt you had no choice. He was drowning in the pressure of being famous, leaving you behind to watch him from the shadows.

—

Your POV

You finally throw the magazine down, and rush to shower and get ready to go out. Tonight is your night off, a night to relax and not think about the boy across the hall. It’s easier said than done, though, as your mind keeps wandering to that final paragraph. I’ll never know now. I’ll never get to fix it. All he had to do was ask. You’d tell him everything; why you left, what could have gotten you to stay. But he’s been so cold, so distant with you, and you can’t really blame him. It’s just as difficult for you to be on tour with him, but you’re still trying to be mature about it.

Your spiral is disturbed by a knock on your door. You clip your earrings in and rush to answer it, smoothing your shirt to make sure you’re presentable. You open the door to Robin and Steve, their arms linked together like best friends on the playground. Both of them are dressed up, Steve in a button down and black slacks, Robin in sequined overalls that scream Vegas! They greet you with gleaming smiles, and you move aside to let them in.

“I’m almost ready! Any idea where we’re going?” You ask them both before pulling your lipstick out of your bag.

“We’re taking the strip by storm! It’s a group outing, everyone’s coming!” Robin claps her hands together

“Everyone?” You quirk an eyebrow, looking at her in the mirror.

She bites her lip and glances at Steve, who only shrugs. “Yeah, Gareth and Jeff overheard us planning, and we figured some bonding was in order. But don’t worry! We can separate when we get there.”

You smack your lips together and shrug. “It’s not me you have to worry about.” You turn to face them, extending your arms to present your glammed up self. “How do I look?”

“Like you’re gonna rip Eddie’s soul out of his bod— Ow!” Steve rubs where Robin has elbowed his arm. “You look beautiful.” He recovers, and you stick your tongue out at him.

“Let’s get goin’ then!” Robin heaves herself off the bed, and you hold the door for her and Steve, following them out the door.

—

The casinos are the most insane thing you’ve ever experienced. The bright lights almost blind you, and the sounds of slot machines are so loud you can’t hear yourself think. It’s no wonder no one wins these things, it’s impossible to concentrate.

“C’mon!” Sylvie grabs hold of your wrist, leading you and your bandmates to the blackjack table. You glance behind you, sending a help me look to Steve, who shrugs in defeat as he follows Eddie and Jeff to the bar.

“Robin, I don’t know how to play!” You object, but she’s already sitting in a free stool by the dealer.

“No worries, babe, this is all on me. I just want you all to watch me win!” She’s buzzed, having gulped her champagne down in the car on the way here. You giggle at her confidence, knowing damn well she also has no idea how to gamble.

“Whatever you do, don’t bet our royalties.” Lilith nudges her, hiccuping on her own bubbly.

“Yeah, yeah. Hit me!” She slaps the table, and the dealer smirks like he knows he’s about to watch Robin lose all of her disposable income.

—

Eddie’s POV

“Whiskey, neat.” He orders his drink, flopping down on an empty stool. Steve sits next to him, while Jeff orders drinks for himself and Gareth. “Come hang out, man!” Jeff calls when he receives his drinks, already walking to the table his bandmates sit at with yours. Eddie nods a response, nursing his drink.

“You gotta at least try to enjoy yourself tonight.” Steve says, taking a sip of what looks like fruit punch.

“I am enjoying myself, Steven” Eddie holds up his whiskey, as if to prove the point. Steve glares at him, and Eddie takes a swig. “What?”

“You’re moping! You’re a famous rockstar on a cross country tour, and you’re moping. Had I known you were gonna be a drama queen this whole time I would’ve brought a goddamn book to read.”

Eddie groans, taking another sip. “I know, I know. I’m miserable.”

“You need to talk to them.” Steve says bluntly, not looking at Eddie.

“Why would I do that?”

“I know you want to.”

“I do not!”

Steve snorts, and Eddie presses his lips together in annoyance. “You read that interview, right?” Eddie nods. “So you know they talk about you now. You’re on their mind. You listen to the song they mentioned?” He nods again. “So you still care about what they have to say. What’s stopping you? Why are you so fucking scared?”

Eddie turns in his chair, back to where your band sits at the table, anxiously watching as Robin plays another round. Your face is pink, caused by the alcohol or the warmth of the building. Your shirt hugs your frame tightly, accentuating your features. You lift a glass of champagne to your lips, pinky extended, leaving a smear of red lipstick on the rim of the glass. Your eyes sparkle with excitement as your friends cheer Robin on. You have a happy glow to you, and it takes everything inside of Eddie to rip his eyes away. “What’s stopping me is the fact that they deserve better.” Eddie grumbles, gulping the rest of his liquor down and calling the bartender over. “I don’t want to ruin this for them. I’m already here, and that can’t be easy. I want them to enjoy this experience, I don’t want to intrude on it.”

“So, what, you’re just gonna drink yourself to death every time we have an outing? You think that isn’t causing them any distress? Your liver is gonna deteriorate soon, man. May wanna figure out a different strategy.”

“Will you get off my ass about drinking, Harrington? It’s rich, coming from the kid that shotgunned like sixty beers a week his freshman year of high school.”

Steve chuckles, and Eddie can’t hide the grin creeping onto his face. “Fair enough. But that was high school. I didn’t have a billion fans relying on me not to die of alcohol poisoning.”

“Nah, just the six hundred Hawkins High students. Big whoop!” Eddie emphasizes his point with a show of jazz hands. “Either way. If I’m gonna talk to them, I’m gonna be drunk when I do it.” Eddie gulps down his second drink in one go, feeling the effects of the alcohol starting to kick in.

“Whatever, dude. You wanna go play some cards?” Steve offers his hand, and Eddie takes it begrudgingly, yanking himself away from the bar and into the mass of the crowded casino. He’s forced to squeeze by you, apologizing under his breath as he brushes against your back, sidestepping between the tables. You don’t seem to notice. He takes his place next to Gareth, and Steve stands firmly between him and you, a bridge neither of you dare to cross. Eddie feels your eyes on him, and it takes everything inside of him not to look back. Instead, he’s dealt into the next hand, planning only to play one round as a distraction from your presence. The waiter drops off another round of drinks, and Eddie slaps his palm on the table. “Deal me in.”

—

“Okay, that’s enough!” Steve yanks on an objecting Eddie’s arm, hauling him away from the table. He’s already lost a good chunk of change, both at the table and to the expensive drinks he’s been gulping down. Despite his objections, Steve manages to drag Eddie out of the casino unscathed.

“Here,” Steve sticks a cigarette between Eddie’s lips and lights it for him. “Sober up a little.”

Eddie plucks the lit stick from his mouth and exhales, the cool night air bathing his warm face.

“Where,” Eddie’s eyes are glassy, his vision blurring as he takes in his surroundings.

“We’re outside the casino. Waiting for the car.” Steve lights a cigarette for himself, inhaling as Eddie does the same.

“Where’s Y/n?” He realizes suddenly that he hasn’t seen you in hours.

“Back at the hotel. They left a while ago, but you didn’t want to get up. Sometime around your fourth hand, when you accused the dealer of cheating.” Eddie looks down at his feet, seeing four of them, and hums in response. “They told me to make sure I get you home safe.”

He looks back up to his friend, cautiously optimistic. “They said that?”

Steve nods, a smirk on his face. “Told me they’d kick my ass if anything happened to you. So I’m keeping my promise.” The car pulls up, and Steve opens the door for Eddie. “C’mon, in ya go.”

Eddie lets his eyes slip closed as the car starts moving, promising himself he won’t throw up on Steve. He thinks of all the ways he could possibly tell you he’s sorry, how he could start to mend the wounds he’s caused you. He’s going to, he decides, as soon as he can manage to walk on his own.

—

Your POV

There’s a banging on your hotel room as you’re clawing your way out of your clothes. You pull your big t-shirt on, pause Breaking The Girl, and rush to answer it. You’re expecting room service with some wine, or Steve with tomorrow’s game plan. “Coming!” You call, finally opening the door, only to be greeted by Eddie’s wobbly figure. “Oh. Hi.” You look at his nose as you speak, afraid of what would happen if your eyes were to meet his. His face is flushed from the drinking, his eyes glazed over and his hair frizzy.

“Hi. Bad time?” He looks you up and down, causing your cheeks to warm despite your blood running cold. You realize now that the shirt you’re wearing is one that once belonged to him. “I’ll, uh, go. I can um… I’ll come back later.” His speech is slurring, and you can smell the alcohol as he speaks.

“No!” You say, too quickly. “It’s okay, I’m just getting ready for bed. You wanna come in?”

Eddie hesitates, but you step aside to let him enter. He stumbles forward, placing himself gingerly in the chair across from the bed, where you sit across from him, acutely aware of your current pantsless state. “I read the interview.” Eddie starts, looking at the floor. You cross one leg over the other, waiting for him to continue. “And I’ve been listening to the album. Your album, I mean. It’s great, by the way, really fucking great.” He won’t look at you, instead focused on fiddling with his rings. You don’t respond, unsure where he’s going. “I came to say I’m sorry.”

Your eyes widen. This was the furthest thing from what you were expecting. “For what?”

Eddie slides further into the chair. “Everything. I’ve been such an asshole since the tour started. Especially to you. I wanna say I didn’t mean it, but I did. I wanted to hurt you. Flirting with all those girls, playing that fuckin’ song in front of you. I meant all of it.”

You bite your lip, unsure of how to respond. You doubt Eddie will even remember this conversation tomorrow, so you refuse to let his words convince you of anything. You don’t answer, just blink at him as he continues searching for the words to explain himself.

“I was trying to ignore it, I guess. How I felt about seeing you again. I was hiding it, and probably really poorly. I can't imagine it’s been easy for you, either, but you seem so happy. And it’s made me realize how horrible I’ve been.” He looks up from the floor then, his eyes searching yours for an answer. His face is flushed, his hair disheveled, and his lips are set in the pout that always got your heart stalling.

You clear your throat quickly, knowing it will crack under the pressure otherwise. “Eddie, it’s not your fault. You didn’t force this tour to happen. It’s an unfortunate coincidence.” He winces at your words, and you rush to correct yourself. “I mean, we didn’t know we’d see each other like this. We weren’t prepared. The way you’ve been acting, though hurtful, is completely understandable.” You want to cry. You want to throw Eddie out of your hotel room so you can sob into your pillow. But you don’t move, and neither does he.

“Why’d you leave?” He asks after a long moment of silence. “What happened to us?”

You know he’s drunk, and you shouldn’t be indulging him, but you’ve wanted to say so much to him since breaking it off, and you’re still a bit tipsy. “I was losing you. To groupies, to the label, to whatever you had become, and I didn’t think it was fair to fight it. This is all you’ve ever wanted, all we ever talked about when we were together. And you got it! The only thing you ever wanted. And I am beyond proud of you, Eddie. Who was I to pull you away from it? I couldn’t hold you back from this, but I couldn’t live in the background either. I couldn’t make you choose between me and your dream, so I chose for you.” Your voice falters as you explain, eyes threatening to spill the tears they harbor. “You deserve everything you ever want, Ed. I truly believe that.” You don’t tell him you still wish he wanted you.

Eddie is less than graceful in his response. “I would’ve chosen you. Over and over again, Y/n. I wish I hadn’t made you feel like you were my backup, my plan B. I lost sight of us, I know that now.” You sigh, your heart breaking as he speaks. Years ago, it’s all you wanted to hear. But it’s too little, too late now. “It got to my head, having you and getting signed. I felt like I could have it all. It got overwhelming, and I didn’t realize what I was doing to you. You were right to leave, and I’m so sorry it took me this long to figure it out. I blamed you for my misery when I caused all of it myself.”

You get up from the bed, and approach Eddie, kneeling beside the chair so he’s forced to look at you. “I appreciate the apology, Ed. I know you mean it. But I needed to leave for my own sake, too. I couldn’t keep competing with you, with all of the attention you were getting. I needed to focus on my own dreams, and I couldn’t convince you to root for me the way I had for you. Now that I’m here, I’m glad it happened this way. I wouldn’t have gotten here any other way.” You rest your hand on his knee, and you feel a drop fall from his cheek onto your finger. “You’ll always be special to me. I need you to know that.”

Eddie nods, sniffling. You stand up and offer him your hand. He takes it hesitantly, and you feel the familiarity of his calloused fingers entwined with yours. You can’t bring yourself to let go as he gets to his feet, missing the way his skin feels on yours. “Let’s get you back to bed, yeah?” You lead him out of your room and down the hall. “You got your key?”

Eddie clumsily pats his many pockets before finding his key card in his vest. He swipes it, and you pull him into the messy room, the bed unmade, empty beer bottles lining the nightstand and entertainment center. Eddie collapses onto the bed, and you get to work yanking his shoes off the way you used to after a long night out. He’s still in his jeans, but you don’t make a move to take them off. He’s not yours to take care of anymore, and if he wakes up uncomfortable, it’s not your problem. “Okay. Goodnight, Eddie.” You’re about to leave when you hear him whisper something. “What was that?” You don’t want to believe what you think you heard, but he says it again, clearer this time. “I’d still choose you.” You press your lips together, stifling your sobs as you close the door behind you. You can’t bring yourself to believe him.

—

chapter viii

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Oct 24, 2021 (211024): BTS Permission To Dance On Stage

🐰: "When I'm on tour, I naturally get to work on my physical strength. But then I use up that much strength in a show, so it's equally backbreaking in the end, haha. Anyway, even a little exercise helps increase my body strength during the tour. But now that I can't perform, I have to exercise by myself because when I get to perform for the first time in a while, even the performances that weren't very hard before become very tough. But exercising is not easy because I only have my own will to count on to increase my physical strength." (p.547)

Nov 27-28 & Dec 1-2, 2021 (211127-211128 & 211201-211202): BTS Permission To Dance On Stage - LA

🐹: "People play games for fun, but many people experience stress while playing. In a way, l'd like to see myself as a game facilitator; I just want people who like me to have a good time." (p.142)

🐰: "| got my knack for performing back quickly and it didn't feel new or unfamiliar at all. In any case, people adapt to new situations. Also, experiences are stored in body memory." (p.549) 

🐰: "I don't necessarily try to show different aspects of myself. I just focus 100% on a song when it starts. Then when another song comes on, I immediately immerse myself in that song." (p.550) 

🐰: "| was obviously happy because it was a dream moment, but if things had gone south, I might have not been able to see them again. So, after the show, all I could think about was 'What if this is it?' I was happy and excited during the show, but overall, l'd mixed feelings." (p.553) 

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Hey, I wonder what it would look like if Liam gave Riley permission to hook up with someone one last time at their party in Las Vegas, and Riley asked Liam to sleep together. It would be very interesting, because PB does not have that option.

Thank you so much for this ask @busywoman! Fun fact: when I first joined the fandom, there was a story of the Vegas fling taking place between MC and her chosen LI (Drake).

*Sighs nostalgically* That was a good story.

This one, probably not so much but here’s hoping you enjoy it! Using my Timing Liam x Riley (The Otters/Baby Riam) for this drabble and including an answer to your previous ask regarding a lighter, happier proposal for them.

Also using @choicesflashfics Week #20 prompt #1: “The word ‘love’ doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what I feel for you.” It will appear in bold.

No one’s eyes but mine have looked this over, so pretty please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. MS Editor rates this story as 99% error free.

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Song Inspo: Love You, flowerovlove

Word Count: 1,346

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Rating T for Teen (No triggers, just a couple of curse words and if you sniff really long and very deeply, you may catch a whiff of lemon)

Las Vegas, Nevada

“Is there anything else you desire, my love?” King Liam of Cordonia loudly asked over the blaring music as he helped his fiancée down from the tabletop they had just danced upon.

Riley Brooks did not answer as she concentrated on placing her foot, shod in strappy sandals with too-high heels, firmly on the ground.

“Food? Drink?” The royal persisted.

“Damnit, Liam! I am trying NOT to die here!” Riley snapped, annoyance and fear lacing her voice.

The King’s fiancée was scared of heights, but more than that, she had a fear of falling. Both were a very real possibility when the tables were a good four feet tall. The last thing Riley needed was to faceplant  and suffer a head injury, broken bones, or worse.

The couple were in Las Vegas with their friends and members of Court to celebrate their engagement. Liam had insisted they have a stag and doe party because he could not bear another moment not being by Riley’s side.

Riley didn’t mind; she had tagged along with Madeleine on her bachelorette party and had crashed Liam’s bachelor party during the Engagement Tour. With none other than Drake Walker aka Agent Marshmallow. She had been so disappointed when Drake didn’t beat the hell out of Bertrand, but even more regretful at having to leave behind a plate of steaks.

During their stay, the couple had taken in the sights of Las Vegas, gambled at a casino where Riley lost $2,000 dollars but won $89 dollars and a coupon to the gaming house’s early bird lunch special, valid only Sundays through Thursdays. There had been a magic show, a scavenger hunt, and a night at the hottest club in town. Tonight was the last of festivities; the entourage was flying back to Cordonia in the morning.

Liam pulled her into a protective embrace once she was safely on solid ground, pressing a wet kiss against her temple. “You’re safe, love. I’m here to protect you.”

Riley briefly closed her eyes as she laid her forehead against the crook of his shoulder. The touch of Lim’s strong arms around her never failed to fill her very being with a feeling of safety, of warmth.

“There is one more thing that would make this entire trip absolutely perfect.” She pulled away from Liam ever-so-slightly so she could look him in his eyes.

“And what would that be?” he asked with a tipsy smile.

“I wanna have a fling!” she said excitedly.

Liam’s arms dropped quickly away from her body; his face was ashen-colored, and his expression was one of stupefied disbelief.

“WHAT?” he yelled.

“What? This is MY party! You’ve already had one! Besides, we’re in Sin City. Debauchery is expected, Liam!”

“With WHO?”

“Whom,” Riley corrected as her eyes scanned the hotel rooftop.

Liam stared at the woman he loved more than life itself. This had to be a joke. Why accept his proposal if she still wanted another?

“Lady Riley Brooks, would you make me the happiest man in the world and do me the honor of being my wife?” Liam asked as he knelt on one knee.

Riley looked down at Liam and the diamond ring nestled in the crushed black velvet box, then up at the Statue of Liberty before answering.

“Okay.”

Liam’s brow knitted, and confusion filled his eyes. “That … is not quite the reaction I was expecting.”

Riley stared at him, realization dawning on her face. “Oh … OOOHHHH. Hold on!”

She batted her lashes and pressed one of her palms over her heart. In a simpering, affected voice, she threw her head back and shouted, “YES, LIAM! YES! A THOUSAND TIMES, YES!”

She looked down at Liam when she was finished. “Better?”

The King rolled his eyes. “Let me just put the ring on your finger, please.”

Perhaps it was revenge of some sort because of the Coronation night disaster which resulted in him betrothed to Countess Madeleine. Riley’s hurt and anger had been palatable; the therapy he had suggested they both take part in had exacerbated the emotions.

What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.

Swallowing heavily over the sudden lump in his throat, Liam spoke softly. “I promised to never deny you anything. You can have your fling. All I ask is that you never mention it to me. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. And tomorrow morning, you are MINE. ALL MINE for all eternity.”

His lips snatched hers in a searingly passionate kiss before he turned away, disappearing into the crowd. Riley watched him walk away; his gait was stiff and his shoulders slightly slumped. She shrugged before turning in the opposite direction.

Liam made his way to the bar where he ordered a double scotch on the rocks. He swiveled his chair seat around so he could have a better look at which one of his “friends” would soon be fucking his fiancée. Jealousy, frustration, sadness, and hurt flowed through his body.

She said she had forgiven him.

She said his was the greatest love she had ever known.

His dark brown eyes traveled slowly over the crowd: Drake, Leo, Max, Rashad were still in attendance; they were surrounded by Duchess Olivia and Countess Madeleine. They all had drinks in hand, and guffawing loudly at a story Leo was telling.

Penelope and Kiara were holding plates of food, eating while swaying to the DJ’s remix of an American rap song.

He did not see Riley.

Liam turned at feeling a tapping on his shoulder. His eyes widened at seeing Riley. She had a plate filled with buffalo wings and engagement cake.

“Hey!” she greeted as if she hadn’t just asked her intended for permission to have sex with someone else.

“No one took you up on you offer?” he huffed as he turned away from her.

Riley looked confused. “What offer?”

“YOU ASKED ME FOR A FLING!”

Riley bit into a wing, crossing her eyes at how delicious it was.

“Yeah, I asked YOU, idiot! I don’t need your permission to have sex with someone else, and I certainly wouldn’t tell you. Too much transparency is not a good thing.”

Liam faced his fiancée. “Do you want someone else?” he asked as he reached for a piece of chicken.

Riley slapped his hand away. “No. I’m in love with you, Liam. The word ‘love’ doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what I feel for you.”  

She turned to face him, red dots of sauce speckling her lips. “You’re more than enough.”

The relief Liam felt filled his face. “Thank God.”

He tried again to snatch a wing; Riley let him have one.

“But why all the cloak and dagger? You know you need only say what you want.”

He bit into the chicken, his eyes widening in surprise. “These are good!” He attempted to snag another piece but pulled his hand away upon seeing Riley’s arched eyebrow.

“Because I wanted food first! If I told you the fling was with you, I would’ve missed out on these wings! And I may want some pancakes when I get back to my room. A girl gotta eat, Liam!”

Liam leaned into her, his lips brushing against the skin of her neck. “I have a much better way of satisfying your appetites, love.”

Riley giggled when his breath tickled her flesh. “Does it involve pancakes?”

“What about syrup?” he questioned in a husky whisper against her earlobe as his fingers walked up her fabric-covered thigh.

The tip of Riley’s tongue licked her upper lip. “You’re gonna have to do better than that. I’m giving up buffalo wings, cake, and pancakes!” she moaned.

She felt his hand pushing to get between her legs, and she shifted slightly in her seat to allow him access.

“Chocolate syrup,” Liam clarified while his fingertip rubbed slowly against the crotch of her panties.  

“Let’s go! The night isn’t getting any younger!” Riley was out of her chair and halfway to the elevator with Liam close on her heels.

“DON’T FORGET MY PLATE!"

A/N: Not sure if anyone will see this because it is 3:16am and tags are super wonky, not formatting, and I have a head cold; so giving up the ghost here. If you see it and read it, hope you enjoy it!

@jared2612 @ao719 @marietrinmimi @queenjilian @indiacater @kingliam2019 @bebepac @liamxs-world @mom2000aggie @liamrhysstalker2020 @neotericthemis @twinkleallnight @umccall71 @superharriet @busywoman @gabesmommie1130 @tessa-liam @beezm @gardeningourmett @lovingchoices14 @mainstreetreader @angelasscribbles @lady-calypso @emkay512 @princessleac1 @charlotteg234 @queenrileyrose @alj4890 @yourfavaquarius111 @motorcitymademadame @queenmiarys @choicesficwriterscreations @burnsoslow

#dcbbw answers #vegas fling ask #liam x riley #trr fanfiction

[this-daydream-is-dangerous-13]

At long last: a profile. Ish. An interview, anyway.

Here are some of my favourite parts:

In the past, Swift jokes, she toured “like a frat guy.” This time, she began training six months ahead of the first show. “Every day I would run on the treadmill, singing the entire set list out loud,” she said. “Fast for fast songs, and a jog or a fast walk for slow songs.” Her gym, Dogpound, created a program for her, incorporating strength, conditioning, and weights. “Then I had three months of dance training, because I wanted to get it in my bones,” she says. “I wanted to be so over-rehearsed that I could be silly with the fans, and not lose my train of thought.” She worked with choreographer Mandy Moore—recommended by her friend Emma Stone, who worked with Moore on La La Land—since, as Swift says, “Learning choreography is not my strong suit.” With the exception of Grammy night—which was “hilarious,” she says—she also stopped drinking. “Doing that show with a hangover,” she says ominously. “I don’t want to know that world.”

This photo with Benji is 😍:

Getting to this place of harmony with her past took work; there’s a dramatic irony, she explains, to the success of the tour. “It’s not lost on me that the two great catalysts for this happening were two horrendous things that happened to me,” Swift says, and this is where the story takes a turn. “The first was getting canceled within an inch of my life and sanity,” she says plainly. “The second was having my life’s work taken away from me by someone who hates me.”

More (awesome) anti-patriarchy stuff:

To Swift, the success of all three [female-led juggernauts this summer: Eras and Renaissance tours and Barbie] feels like an inflection point. “If we have to speak stereotypically about the feminine and the masculine,” she says, “women have been fed the message that what we naturally gravitate toward—” She has a few examples: “Girlhood, feelings, love, breakups, analyzing those feelings, talking about them nonstop, glitter, sequins! We’ve been taught that those things are more frivolous than the things that stereotypically gendered men gravitate toward, right?” Right, I say. “And what has existed since the dawn of time? A patriarchal society. What fuels a patriarchal society? Money, flow of revenue, the economy. So actually, if we’re going to look at this in the most cynical way possible, feminine ideas becoming lucrative means that more female art will get made. It’s extremely heartening.”

But then I think, Who am I to challenge it, if that’s how she felt? The point is: she felt canceled. She felt as if her career had been taken from her. Something in her had been lost, and she was grieving it. Maybe this is the real Taylor Swift effect: That she gives people, many of them women, particularly girls, who have been conditioned to accept dismissal, gaslighting, and mistreatment from a society that treats their emotions as inconsequential, permission to believe that their interior lives matter. That for your heart to break, whether it’s from being kicked off a tour or by the memory of a scarf still sitting in a drawer somewhere or because somebody else controls your life’s work, is a valid wound, and no, you’re not crazy for being upset about it, or for wanting your story to be told.

There is a LOT of good stuff there. Including some RepTV tidbits. Blondie continues to artfully craft the narrative.

Congrats to our beloved nearly 34-year old!

[ldysmfrst]

HELP!!!!

I would like your favorite individual photos of BTS during their Permission to Dance Tour (preferably LA Concert) !!! Also if they could be without any type of hat or anything blocking their face. I am trying to do character reference stuff...

It's for my story, American Mate - BTS Playmate Hybrid AU!

#permission to dance #bts #photography #ldysmtrst fic #americanmate #please help

[seoul-italybts]

[✎ ITA] Intervista JIN : Beyond The Stage Photobook - The Day We Meet⠸ 22.12.2023 💜⟭ 2 / 7 ⟬💜

Beyond The Stage

BTS DOCUMENTARY PHOTOBOOK

The Day We Meet

2. JIN

Gli oggetti preferiti di JIN

26 MARZO 2020

Perché ho scelto i fiori? Perché sono belli come me.

Dico sul serio. Avevo una mezza idea di portare il computer che uso per videogiocare, ma poi ho pensato ai fiori (ride). E sono ancora più adorabili, con questi fiori rosa che mi piacciono tanto.

4 MAGGIO 2020 __Un Giorno

C'è una grandissima differenza tra il dover fare qualcosa ed il fare qualcosa di propria volontà e scelta. Ecco perché sono così convinto avere degli hobby sia fondamentale. Sono attività che facciamo perché vogliamo farle.

Credo [dedicarsi ai propri passatempi] sia l'opportunità di riflettere sulla vita. Posso incontrare gli amici più stretti, darmi un'occhiata intorno e trascorrere più tempo con le/i fan, anche se solo online. [Questa pausa forzata a causa del Covid] Non era prevista, ma alla fine mi ha permesso di rigenerarmi.

5 OTTOBRE 2020 __BTS Map of the Soul ON:E

Ho davvero sentito molto forte la mancanza del pubblico. L'esibirsi si basa tanto sulle connessioni che vengono a crearsi tra il performer ed il pubblico. Aver solo la telecamera da guardare per tutto il tempo mi ha reso ancor più irrequieto. Se devo essere sincero, non ero poi così entusiasta, ma ho fatto comunque del mio meglio.

OTTOBRE 2020

Mi sto impegnando al massimo, sul lavoro, ma personalmente, negli ultimi mesi, credo d'essere emotivamente distaccato un po' da tutto. A meno che non ci sia qualche appuntamento pre-programmato, me ne sto a casa a poltrire e dormo per circa 15 ore al giorno. Non so se sia per questa pandemia che non finisce più o se ci sia altro. Neppure i videogiochi riescono più ad entusiasmarmi. Ma immagino sia semplicemente una fase che affrontiamo tutti, prima o poi. Poco alla volta, andrà meglio.

FEBBRAIO-MARZO 2021

È tutto un po' diverso e nuovo rispetto al solito, perché per ogni show ci dobbiamo spostare di location in location. Non è esattamente come esibirci sul palco [dal vivo], ma è bello potersi esibire in luoghi che non avrei mai immaginato possibili.

MAGGIO 2021

È davvero un sollievo poter tornare a casa, a fine lavoro, ma a volte sento la mancanza dei tour. Sapete come si dice, no? Che nonostante le difficoltà, a ben vedere, sono proprio quelli i momenti che diventano ricordi preziosi. Quando riprenderemo i tour, immagino diro "Oh, voglio tornare a casa" o anche "Quanto mi manca il cibo coreano!" Ma, per ora, è dei tour che sento la mancanza.

22 SETTEMBRE 2021

Sono molto grato di poter fare questo lavoro. Specialmente perché mi impedisce di impigrirmi.

In passato, ero solito chiedermi "Come potrò mai riuscire in qualcosa di tale portata?", ma ora è tutto molto diverso. Anche quando sono alle prese con esperienze che il resto della gente considera impossibili, tra me e me penso "Perché non dovrei farcela?" Credo il mio approccio e la mia prospettiva sulle cose siano cambiati perché ho provato con mano che non c'è nulla di irrealizzabile. Quindi ora, a primo impatto, mi dico "Perché non provarci?" Se poi non ci riesco, pace, ma se la cosa va a buon fine, fantastico!

27-28 NOVEMBRE / 1-2 DICEMBRE 2021

__BTS Permission to Dance on Stage LA

(Riguardo le sue sorprese/i suoi teneri accessori da concerto)

C'è chi videogioca per passione e divertimento, ma per alcune persone può anche essere fonte di stress. Ecco, prendendo i giochi a metafora, io vorrei essere una sorta di facilitatore di gioco, un animatore.. Vorrei semplicemente che la gente che mi vuol bene si divertisse.

30 NOVEMBRE 2021

Sono abituato a vedere il pubblico che canta insieme a noi, ai concerti, ma questa volta indossavano tuttə le mascherine. Sicuramente stavano sorridendo, ma non potevo decifrare chiaramente le loro emozioni. Inoltre, certo, sentivo che qualcuno cantava insieme a noi, ma non sapevo mai se anche le persone che avevo di fronte stessero cantando. Mi è spiaciuto un po' non poter vedere chiaramente i volti del pubblico.

3 APRILE 2022

__64a Ediz. dei Grammy Awards

Sono già soddisfatto così, quindi anche non dovessimo vincere, non credo sarei meno felice. Certo vincere non sarebbe male, ma la cosa finisce lì.

8-9 & 15-16 APRILE 2022

__BTS Permission to Dance on Stage Las Vegas

Cerco di non pensare troppo, sul palco. Mi trovo meglio così. Credo ormai sia piuttosto naturale, per me, vista l'esperienza guadagnata nel tempo. Se lascio semplicemente che il mio corpo segua i movimenti cui sono abituato, ho maggiori probabilità di non fare errori (ride).

15 OTTOBRE 2022

__BTS <Yet to Come> in Busan

Con tuttə le/i fan che ci seguono e guardano, non posso permettermi di adagiarmi. Devo fare la mia parte. Credo chiunque proverebbe lo stesso, nei miei panni.

⠸ ita : © Seoul_ItalyBTS⠸ Twitter

#Seoul_ItalyBTS #TradITA #ITA #Traduzione #BTS #방탄소년단 #BEYOND_THE_STAGE #Photobook #Documentary #Intervista #JIN #진 #김석진 #221223

[moumouton4]

A Slow Dance À La Française | Steven Grant x fem!reader

A/n : So for the finale of Moon Knight I wanted to write this little story. I love the song A Man Without Love by Engelbert Humperdinck and for the anecdote I was preparing myself to go watch Doctor Strange at the theater. And my playlist launched La vie en rose by Edith Piaf and so I had this little idea. It's not a secret I'm French. Here you know everything !

Masterlist ⚜

Summary : You organize a little surprise for Steven. And it turns out even better than you originally planned

Warnings : Nothing suggestive but we can call it a slow burn but really trust me when I say it's fine. I added the lyrics of the song and I translated it I didn't take the english version because we lose too much of the meaning of the song according to me. But if y'all want Edith Piaf sang it in English in 1954 : here

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 1613

You had been part of Steven's life for about four months and he had been part of yours. You had met him during a visit to the museum during one of your stays in London. And of course, he was playing the tour guide. You have to admit, he has so much knowledge that you would have almost believed it if it wasn't for the badge that said "gift shop" on his work shirt.

Anyway, 4 months later you had brought back some of your stuff for the weekends you spent there. And this time you had thought of organizing a nice little thing, not much but something that would bring you a little closer. Of course you slept in the same bed and cuddled on the sofa during the evening. However, you didn't get past it. It didn't seem to bother you but a little closeness doesn't hurt, right ?

So as you greeted Steven who was picking you up at the station, you asked him to let you talk to Marc. Steven's eyes widened before he sighed and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the man in front of you looked completely different, even though it was the same body. His gaze was different on you, more severe but hiding an extreme sympathy. And an American accent that contrasts a lot with his usual British accent.

"Bonjour petite brioche ( little bun) , so you wanted to talk to me ?" he smirked down at you.

"Oh no please don't start with this again you know I speak English as well" you chuckled "Also I wanted to ask you something..." you looked at him towering over you. You wondered if he could love you like Steven as they shared the same body and well it's too complicated... Anyway the tone you used to coax him caught his attention and when he spoke again his voice sounded worried.

"Did something happen with Steven ? Are you okay ?" he leaned in slightly to better look you in the eye.

You hurried to answer so as not to worry him more. "No, no, of course not, I just wanted to know if you could let me Steven for the evening and not go off and be a superhero at night" you smiled.

You then saw his face loosen and soften before a smirk creeped his way onto his face. "So..." he dragged the word out languidly. "You're planning to do it ha I'm sure Steven is going to be so-" you cut him off quickly red as a tomato "No no I just wanted to have a quiet evening with him without well the avatar stuff"

He continued to smile "Ooh I see well I can't promise anything but enjoy your evening and if you want to well have fun you know where to find me" he winked at you and it was in those moments that you didn't know what to think about Marc's opinion of you.

You didn't have enough time to think, because Steven's voice came to tickle your ears "So everything is fine my little chouquette ? " ( choux pastry )

You hurried to reassure him by nodding your head before taking his hand and grabbing your suitcase on wheels and heading towards the exit of the station.

All the way to his apartment, you could feel Steven's gaze on you and when you turned your head towards him to give him a smile he blushed slightly.

Once you arrived at his place and unpacked your bags, you didn't need to bother finding something to eat. It was already past 9 pm and you had already eaten on the train.

As you walked back into the living room you saw Steven at his desk reading a book. You sighed before moving silently to the record player you had spotted last weekend. You put one of the records in the stack in front of you and put the needle down. The sound tickled your ears and from across the room Steven jumped "Steven can you come here please I'd like to do something if you'd like" He turned his head towards you and put his glasses down before standing up and walking towards you "Yeah yeah on my way”

"You speak French right ?" you asked and he cleared his throat before nodding and scratching his neck "Oui oui un peu" ( yes yes a bit ) you smiled at his answer.

"Well then you'll understand the lyrics of the next song... yes I read it on the back cover" you smiled when he praised you "Clever girl"

You grabbed his hand for the second time that day and he looked at you curiously before you saw in his eyes that he understood what it was all about. "B- but I don't know how to dance" he stuttered but you only hushed him by telling him that there were only "two" of you here and that it wasn't a contest.

So when you heard the first chords of Edith Piaf's La vie en rose - a song from your country - you took his hands and despite his discomfort put them around your waist before sliding your hands on his arms and wrapping your arms around his neck. He was red, oh yes, you couldn't miss it.

"And w- what should I do? "He stuttered, "Just follow the beat of the music" you looked up and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. He lowered his head and gently placed his lips on yours to give you a tender kiss.

You start to sway to the music...

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens / Eyes that make mine sink

Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche / A smile that is lost on his lips

Voilà le portrait sans retouche / That is unretouched

De l'homme auquel j'appartiens / Of the man I belong to

You let yourself be carried away by the music and your body came closer to his. And your hips swayed together. Steven held onto your hips for dear life. He felt that if he didn't hold you tight enough Marc would take over and well he would be able to take you to his room - well their room - and that no no that won't be possible.

And as if you could feel this slight change, you looked him in the eyes and smiled. You passed your hand on his cheek "Please" you whispered as you saw Steven lean into your hand and on the other side Marc too, he sighed and decided to let you enjoy your evening with Steven. After all it was Steven you chose.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras / When he takes me in his arms

Qu'il me parle tout bas / When he speaks to me softly

Je vois la vie en rose / I see the life in pink

Il me dit des mots d'amour / He tells me words of love

Des mots de tous les jours / Words of every day

Et ça m'fait quelque chose / It does somethin’ to me

You felt Steven relax and slowly he came to place his head on your shoulder. "This is relaxing" he whispered "I'm very lucky a- and I'm sorry I can't engage in this kind of thing" he continued to sway his hips to the rhythm of your own. But you were quick to respond "And I'm lucky you're following me in my silly ideas"

You smiled as you felt him kiss your shoulder, then your neck, then your cheek and finally your lips. And again and again. Soon you felt him slide his tongue in shyly before answering his kiss with fervor. Your hips going against his without realizing.

Il est entré dans mon cœur / As he entered my heart

Une part de bonheur / A part of happiness

Dont je connais la cause / That I know the reason

C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie  / It’s him for me, me for him in the life

Il me l'a dit, l'a juré, pour la vie / He told me, he swore, for life

 Et dès que je l'aperçois / And as soon I see him

Alors je sens en moi / Now I can feel within me

Mon cœur qui bat / My heart that beats

You felt him gently push you back, giving you time to come forward if something was bothering you. You then found yourself in his room. And as he looked at you you wondered if it was Steven who had brought you back here. And as surprising as it may seem he continued "I- if you're ready I am... t- though you can still say no I- I won't mind or-" you kissed him again showing him that you were willing to continue "As long as you're okay with it too" and he gave you his best smile "I'm more than o- okay"

Who would have thought that a simple record player and one of the greatest songs of the French 40's would have allowed you two to take another step in your relationship.

Des nuits d’amour à plus finir /

Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place / A great delight that comes about

Heureux, heureux à en mourir / Happy happy to die

Quand il me prend dans ses bras / When he takes me in his arms

Il me parle tout bas / And whispers to me

Je vois la vie en rose / I see the life in pink

La la la laaaa

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A/n: Hiii I hope you enjoyed it. This is my second fic and wow the more I write the more I want to write so if you have any ideas I'd love to hear them 🤍🌙

#marvel #moon knight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #french #slow dance #fluff #miri-writes #marc spector x y/n #steven grant x y/n

[piedpiperslists]

JJK: Idol Boyfriend AU

List of all Jungkook fics under 'Idol Boyfriend' AU:

* s - contains smut sm - social media format

* Last updated: 26/11/2023

D R A B B L E S

[drabble] by 1kook s PWP

[drabble] by holdinbacksecrets

[drabble] by soraviie

[drabble] by soraviie

* [drabble] by soraviie angst

12:14AM by 7ndipity

1:58AM by 7ndipity

* 3:43AM/PM by 7ndipity Summary: Jungkook can't sleep without you.

20:56 by softiejoon Summary: Jungkook wants to know which hair colour suits him best.

10:05 PM by likeastarstar Summary: OC struggling to say I love you for the first time.

All Over Again by delugguk s Summary: After finishing soundcheck, you could not let him go. Most of all when he looked that good.

Anchor by qqtxt Summary: On a day when Jungkook feels heavy, you make it effortless for him to feel light again.

As It Was by ditttiii Summary: On a sweet autumn noon with you in his lap and his heart in your palm, Jungkook thinks he might finally have it all.

BTS arguing with their loved ones about silly things by justimagineok sm

Don’t Fuck Your Boyfriend at His Best Friend’s Listening Party by yongbokology s

Dork by thecozywhaleshark Summary: Jungkook is a dork what else more can I say.

Early Morning Call by its-mysleepover s Summary: Jungkook’s away on tour, both of you miss each other dearly. You wake up one morning and Jungkook has an idea for making sure you’re staying intimate in these trying times. AKA Phone sex.

Ended As Quickly As It Started by alpacaparkaseok Summary: An argument between you and Jungkook ends just as quickly as it began.

Give Me Five More Minutes (Loving You) by hansolmates s Summary: Jungkook’s the banker, and he’s investing in your time.

Gluttony by whatifyoulivelikethat s PWP Summary: Kinky smut themed around a deadly sin.

Goodbyes by ggukiepie angst, breakup au Summary: You loved each other will all your heart and tried to keep that love alive, but fate isn’t always on your side. Maybe this is a goodbye.

Green Room by honeymoonjin s PWP Summary: Post-concert jealous Jungkook.

“Half a cookie. And the shirt stays off” by oreomonsterhunter Summary: Jungkook has been on tour for months, and you can’t help the loneliness and doubt that’s begun to haunt you, alone in your apartment.

“I’ll get it.” by minstrivia s

If it’s too much. by pleutbeaucoup

Important Details by moonlightkoo s Summary: Jungkook is mad at you for laughing at one of his bandmate's jokes about him- though they might've gotten some important details wrong.

In which you want to kiss Jungkook's cheek... by seokjinsonlyone

Intentions by thatbangtanbloom

INVU by highuby angst Summary: In which idol!Jungkook calls you while on tour, but his words don’t reach your heart.

Lunch Break by justanotherstarlightmonger

Mindlessly Mine by jinkookspencil Summary: Your online class was going well…. Until Jungkook walked by.

Noodle by alluremin Summary: Sometimes it can get lonely when Jungkook has to leave, and that’s definitely the only reason why you continuously pester him to get you a cat.

On The Other Side by hobi-is-golden Summary: Jungkook hates being away from his partner. But the grass is always greener on the other side, and they miss him too, and one day he knows they’ll come back to him.

Off the Hook by gorechoi-main Summary: Morning bliss provided by Jungkook, the king of chaos and his lovely grumpy baby.

Permission to Pleasure by bangtanbetchfics s PWP Summary: Scenarios where you pleasure each BTS member right after the final Permission to Dance concert in LA.

Please, for me? by delugguk s Summary: When they told you about Jungkook's condition you expected everything but this. His antibodies really do works hard, huh?

Popcorn by taehyung-the-baehyung secret relationship

Relief by junghelioseok s Summary: A celebration is in order.

Shower Me With Kisses by etherealinowrites Summary: Jungkook is pretty much highly whipped for you, or, the one where he can’t seem to stay angry at you.

Shy by 7ndipity Summary: Dinner with your parents leads to a slightly flustered conversation Jungkook.

So Close to Perfect by seok-jinnies Summary: Jeongguk has always been your constant, and even with what seems to be the whole world against the two of you, you can't bring yourself to let him go.

So, Give Me All Your Kisses by koostarcandy Summary: After one long, tiring month, all Jungkook craves is his lover’s kisses.

“Sweet dreams.” by sonnenfuchs

“That could have been so hot.” by taetaespeaches

The one where Jungkook is the world's clingiest/softest bf by eoieopda Summary: In which Jungkook fashions himself into a weighted blanket.

The one with Jungkook, the weekender, and the impossibilities by eoieopda angst Summary: In which Jungkook is bad at prioritizing & somehow even worse with words.

The one with Jungkook and terpsichore by eoieopda dancer!reader Summary: In which Jungkook watches you pole dance & goes mildly-to-moderately feral.

Then, Terror by whatifyoulivelikethat Summary: The worst dreams are the ones that feel too real.

Those Eyes by sugarwithtea Summary: You fall in love with your boyfriend a little more every day, especially when he gives you those eyes!

* Two for the Show | Encore by ki-yomii s Summary: It’s unfair how pretty he is like this; so wanton and needy, half naked and stretched across the middle of your bed (aka the fic where you catch JK jerking off in your bed with a pair of your panties).

Under the Sun by namii-fm Summary: The summer sun was nearly unbearable.

You are jealous of a new staff member by bangtan-sonyeonddaeng

“You know I’m a light sleeper.” by holdinbacksecrets

“You’re important too.” by seoulnotes

O N E S H O T S

Abundance by xenizaation s wc~4.3k

Bicker by satnin-darling s wc~3.7k / PWP Summary: It’s after the Permission to Dance On Stage online concert and it seems that your boyfriend, Jungkook, had left out a few details regarding the performance under the guise of a surprise. Ordinarily, you were surprised, floored in fact, but this doesn’t stop you from bickering over the details

Castle by satnin-darling s wc~8.1k / polyamory au, PWP Summary: The member’s filmed in the SOOP for four days sometime in the summer but now, they’ve returned for more rest, away from the cameras. With a few days in the cool mountainside, you get the opportunity to experience the aptly named ‘SOOP in the Castle’ yourself along with your seven boyfriends, and it seems that Jungkook has missed you more than he let on.

Castle (II) by satnin-darling s wc~7.7k / ft KTH, polyamory au, PWP Summary: It's another day in the SOOP and there's something about the way Taehyung and Jungkook are talking together beneath the awning that somehow ends up with you on a pleasurable tailspin.

Chapstick by softyoongiionly s wc~5.8k Summary: Jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you.

Curiosity by yminie s wc~10.6k / ft KNJ, PWP Summary: Jeongguk’s interest is peaked by something he finds on his favourite hyungs computer, so it’s only natural for him to turn to Namjoon for guidance, right?

Distractions by 1kook s wc~3k Summary: “Soft.” / “No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.”

Heartcuffed by v-hope s wc~2.7k / PWP Summary: The moment Jeongguk and you saw the pink heart-shaped handcuffs that would be a part of his outfit for the photoshoot that day, you both knew what was coming your way.

Hush by ki-yomii s wc~2.9k Summary: It’s movie night with the boys, and Jungkook’s feeling a little too adventurous.

Indulgence by ppersonna s wc~3.8k Summary: Sometimes your boyfriend Jungkook reminds you how much you love him by doing absolutely nothing at all.

Just One Kiss by bangtsblossom s wc~5.5k Summary: With the dorms empty… there was only one thing you and your boyfriend could think of doing. And that was baking cakes.

* King of Hotels by bangtanstanst wc~4.1k Summary: Shall we play a game?

Later Sounds Good Too by satnin-darling s wc~6.5k / ft MYG, polyamory au Summary: It’s a rare day off and when it comes down to it, nothing quite hits the spot like quality time does.

Let You Go by namfinessed wc~2.4k Summary: He doesn’t want you to leave but Jungkook isn’t cruel enough to stop you either.

Like I'm Famous by softyoongiionly s wc~11.2k Summary: It’s New Years Eve and Jungkook would rather be anywhere else than at his company’s massive party. Sure, he’s a guest of honor and his team rented out the nicest hotel in Seoul, but ringing in the New Year with you on the other side of the world just feels wrong. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to celebrate without the woman he loves, but maybe- just maybe…he won’t have to…

Lollipop by whatifyoulivelikethat s wc~3.1k Summary: You and your boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, were supposed to have a nice movie date, but somehow get sidetracked once you whip out that strawberry-flavored lollipop. Who would have guessed?

My You by wnderkoo s wc~2.5k Summary: Jungkook calls you into his studio, and you leave with more than just his cum stuffed in you.

Needy by sugarycandies s wc~2.5k Summary: Jungkook has been missing Y/N for a while, two months was too long to go without her. He gets an opportunity when she texts him.

Page 1 by satnin-darling s wc~3.5k / ft KTH, PWP Summary: Jungkook was tidying up in the boat house just as you came down to see him. Obviously, cleaning would be at the bottom of the agenda once you were together. But while Jungkook was confident that you two would be alone to do whatever you liked since his room was apart from everyone else’s, he keeps forgetting that Taehyung liked to go the extra mile.

Press Start by softyoongiionly s wc~5.5k Summary: A night in with your boyfriend Jungkook includes all kinds of things: anime, witty banter, snacks from 7-Eleven and, you know, sex.

Power Trip by softyoongiionly s wc~4.5k Summary: You and Jungkook make a bet to see who can last the longest in bed.

SOOP by satnin-darling s wc~2.8k / ft KTH, polyamory au, PWP Summary: Taehyung was meant to fetch you and Jungkook because it was already time to eat. But he happened to walk into something else and he couldn’t help but join. Oh, and for those who are left waiting, it’s not all bad

Trap by jiminpitys wc~3.9k Summary: In which you show up at your boyfriend's concert soundcheck as a surprise, and to your own, he’s wearing an outfit that’s bound to make you feel a certain way.

Waste It on Me by rockwithwoo s wc~5.6k Summary: After a frustrating day for you, your boyfriend Jungkook offers for you to use him, and his body, to let go of your aggravation.

Your Favourite Game by gimmesumsuga s wc~2.6k / ft MYG, boyfriend!Jungkook, PWP Summary: The one where Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook compete to see who can make you cum the fastest.

T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S

In which . . . by onlyswan Summary: Collection of drabbles feat. Jungkook.

Not Allowed by whatifyoulivelikethat s ft MYG, polyamory au Summary: The love of your life, BTS’s very own Min Yoongi, tells you he has a gift for you. But he also says you’re not allowed to refuse. What’s that supposed to mean, hm? Surely not… wild hot sex with the Golden Maknae himself?

Talk to Me in Korean (Limited Edition) | (NSFW Edition) | (Advanced Edition) by softyoongiionly s Summary: Your boyfriend knows English very well however, there are certain phrases he isn’t quite familiar with…

#jjk list #jungkook fic

[for-yoongi0309]

© December Innocence

#ultkpopnetwork #mgroupsedit #kartistsnetwork #maleidolsedit #yoongi #suga #min yoongi #bangtan #bts #📸 fantaken #tour : permission to dance/la #myg.years : 2021 #low quality but still spicy #myg.hairstyle : ginger undercut mullet #decemberinnocence #era. butter/new single

[everythingpavloves]

BTS PERMISSION TO DANCE ON STAGE - LAS VEGAS Sound Check Photo Sketch (1)

#BTS #PERMISSION TO DANCE #LAS VEGAS #2022 #TOUR #REHERSAL #RM #JIN #SUGA #JHOPE #JIMIN #V #JUNGKOOK #WEVERSE

[moonjxsung]

Star, I also had a small panic attack with your ask about pit tickets cause I’m notorious for missing tour announcements 🥲

I feel like you’ve been to so many concerts, I’d love to know all the kpop ones you’ve attended 🥹

I still haven’t seen SKZ 🫠 my only three kpop concerts were BTS on the Wings Tour in 2017, then SNSD on their 10th anniversary fanmeeting ALSO in 2017 in Seoul and I was 19, a broke college student and my mom went OFF on me about spending so much money on concerts when I didn’t have a proper job 🙃 it was a whole thing so I controlled myself and only recently began attending concerts again, and my first “kpop” concert was Yoongi on the Agust D Tour 🩷

Also what concerts do you wanna go to? I love talking about concerts sorry. My dream concert was SNSD since I was 12 so that’s why I had my last moment as a dumb teenager and basically went broke to see them. Right now I NEED to see SKZ live or I will die, I’ll also try getting tickets for the IU concert this summer since I put it off cause I was scared SKZ was gonna announce something 🥲

Anyway I hope we all get to see the boys live 🩷 manifesting tickets for us all

~🌷~

ME…. Every time I see anyone talk about skz announcement my heart falls out of my CHEST thinking I missed a tour announcement 🥲 DON’T WORRY GUYS I will spam the fuck out of this account when they announce it !!

I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WENT TO THE WINGS TOUR I AM SOOO JEALOUSSS 💔 I haven’t been to too many kpop concerts, but definitely enough to know how they work and plan better for them and stuff! The ones I’ve been to are:

• BTS permission to dance in LA D1

• BTS permission to dance in Vegas D2

• Ateez Break the Wall tour in Oakland

• Stray Kids Maniac encore in LA

• Yoongi D-Day tour in Oakland

• 3racha at Global Citizen Fest in NYC

I also had Blackpink tickets but I sold them in hopes that Shinee would do a world tour when Hard was released (spoiler: they did not🥲) and I almost saw Twice but I ended up forfeiting bc a work thing came up 😭 Concerts I WANT to see live are:

• SHINEE. My number one. I will die if I don’t see them. Any member from SHINee solo concert too!

• EXO

• Nmixx !! Their recent album omggg zero skips

• Itzy

• TXT

• Twice

• Blackpink

And any group I’ve already seen, as many times as I can! I tried for Coachella tickets this year but unfortunately it was too soon to work with my schedule so I’m hoping Ateez do a world tour at some point. I’m planning on going to 3 cities for the next skz tour and my sister and I are going to possibly fly to another country for a SHINee concert because I will simply pass away if I don’t see them at least once.

MANIFESTING YOU GET SKZ TICKETS WHEN THEY’RE ANNOUNCED ANDDDD IU TICKETS 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️ WE GOT THIS !!! 🫶💓

#🌷 anon #ask

[streamafterlaughter]

Fundamental Differing

Chapter IX: In The Morning You’ll Be Gone

masterlist | playlist | chapter viii

summary: Friends is a heavy word for you and eddie. things are off to a weird start as you spend some time reconnecting after your show in vegas.

tags/warnings: slow burn, rockstar!eddie x rockstar!reader, gn!reader, angst is slightly lighter this time, but obviously still there!! these two are horrible at feelings btw if that wasn’t obvious.

a/n: let me know what you think! i have a loooot of ideas swimming around right now, but i wanna hear ur input! love u guys sm, thank u for reading! Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated. Reblog to support the author!

——

September 1987

“Honey, I’m home!” Eddie kicks the door to your shared apartment open, the old wood creaking under his heavy boots.

The ruckus summons you to the entryway. You speed walk from your master bedroom, where you’ve been spending your nights without your boyfriend. The house already feels warmer with him inside. “Hi, baby!” You squeal, running into his arms. He lifts you into the air, spinning you around like a husband home from war.

When he places you back in front of him, you refuse to let go. You lock your hands around his neck, and pull his face into yours to connect your lips. He relaxes against your touch, finally settling the yearning in his stomach. It’s been two long months of Eddie on tour, and you had refused to come because you didn’t want to be his “groupie.” You still haven’t told him how stupid that decision was. Regardless, it doesn’t matter now. He’s home, and he’s in your arms, exactly where he’s supposed to be.

“How are you, love of mine?”

“Never better, now that you’re home.”

—

Eddie’s POV

It’s probably the best he's ever performed, much to his own surprise. He's played Las Vegas before, but something about his own energy has brought the best out of the crowd. By the end of the set, Eddie’s shirtless, drenched in sweat, and practically deaf, but the excitement roaring through him makes it all worth it. He’d caught you watching too, standing on the side of the stage right up against the barricade like you’d used to when you were dating. He couldn’t help stealing glances throughout the show, catching you singing and dancing along like you were still his biggest fan.

Back in the band’s dressing room, Corroded Coffin light cigarettes and joints while beer bottles are cracked open, an atmosphere of relaxation settling in after what feels like years of being on edge. Much of that probably has to do with their frontman being in a good mood. Eddie sips his beer as he chats with Gareth, who’s puffing on a joint dangerously close to frying his hair.

“What’s gotten into you tonight, huh?” Gareth jokes, nudging Eddie’s shoulder with his own. “You finally get laid or something?” Eddie snorts in response, ignoring the question. “C’mon, you gotta let me know what’s got you performing like that again. I haven’t seen you this in-the-zone since— “ Gareth stops himself, but Eddie knows where he’s going. He hasn’t performed like that since you broke up with him. Gareth doesn’t push him, but his eyes communicate his question.

“We aren’t back together, don’t freak out like that.” Eddie answers the unspoken inquiry, indulging his friend. “But we talked. Amicably, even. We decided we’re gonna try the whole friend thing. For real, this time.”

“And you’re okay with that? Just being friends?” Gareth’s concern is written on his face, and for good reason. You and Eddie tried being friends after breaking up, but it was always falling apart, probably due to not giving yourselves time to heal.

Eddie nods. “I am. It’s bound to be better than not having them in my life at all. I know it’s gonna be difficult, but I’m selfish. I don’t wanna be without them again.”

Gareth nods, taking another swig of his beer. “Good luck, man. Seriously. They were so good for you, I just hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

He has, he’s almost sure of it. If given the chance, Eddie’s gonna show you just how grateful he is for you, just how much he cherishes you. He fucked up, badly, when you were together, but now that he knows what life without you is like, he’s sure he never wants to experience it again.

He's pulled from his thoughts when the dressing room door opens, and you enter with Steve and your band, dressed down from your set. You’re wearing sweatpants and, what Eddie is almost sure, is his old Metallica t-shirt. It’s faded, worn beyond recognition even when he had possession of it, but you still look incredible. Your hair is piled on top of your head, with little stray pieces hanging in front of your face. You catch him looking at you, and give him the smallest of smiles. He returns it with a gleaming grin, one that makes his cheeks ache, but he doesn’t care. You’re here, willingly, in his dressing room, hanging out with him and his band. Almost like nothing has changed in the last two years, even though you’re on your way to being one of the biggest bands in the world. Bigger than CC, even.

You shuffle further into the crowded room while Steve corrals the stragglers standing out in the hall. He’s about to give another rousing Manager Speech, so Eddie kicks his feet up on the small table in front of the couch as you place yourself on the arm closest to him. Your bandmates make themselves comfortable, and he dares to look at Robin, who lets a smile slip from her lips, and it’s like the weight of the world lifts from his shoulders. You must have filled her in by now. Maybe he has a chance to get all of his friends back.

Steve finally approaches the rest of you, standing in the middle of the room while the excitement dies down. “Alright!” He claps his hands together, summoning everyone’s attention finally. “We’re hitting the road for Oregon shortly, I need everyone back on their bus by 2AM. You guys were incredible tonight, I’m so proud of all of you.” Steve looks to Eddie, then you as he says this, his praise directly targeted at his front people. “Til then, do as you please, and call me if things get out of hand. Thank you!” The room erupts in chatter as Steve approaches the couch, followed closely by Robin. “I would love an explanation for this, by the way.” Steve wags his finger between you two, still sitting close enough to touch, without actually touching. “Whenever you feel like telling me.” He looks to Eddie, who bites his bottom lip to keep from laughing. He almost breaks until he feels a hand on him. Your hand, gentle and warm, rests atop his bare shoulder, like the most casual thing in the world, and he can’t bring himself to move, worrying the moment would be broken.

“Don’t worry about us, Stevie. We’re being good.” Your voice is teasing, and clearly worn from your set. Eddie fights the urge to look up at you, knowing one glance will break his fragile composure. Your fingers tap against his clavicle, sticking to him slightly due to the sweat. He clears his throat as quietly as he can, trying his best not to let your touch send him into a spiral.

Steve shrugs. “Alright! Be back by two, please.” With that, Steve leaves the dressing room.

—

Your POV

By now the room is empty, save for you, Eddie, and Robin. You desperately hope they can’t see through your confident facade. Inside, you’re shaking, having felt Eddie’s skin on yours for the second time today. Everything is confusing, you have no idea where the two of you are headed. It feels new and exciting now, getting Eddie back, but it also feels fragile. One wrong move will send you back to square one, and you’re not willing to start over again.

It’s Robin who breaks the silence first. “So, we goin’ out tonight? Or do you two forget how to party together?”

You squint your eyes at her joke, and turn to finally look at Eddie. “You wanna party?” You hope desperately that this isn’t the worst idea ever.

Eddie nods, beaming. You get off the arm of the couch, stumbling less than gracefully to your feet. “Awesome. I’m gonna go change, meet us in the back in like, twenty minutes!” You and Robin scurry out of the dressing room, giggling to yourselves.

“So,” Robin starts as you rush to your dressing room, where Sylvie and Lilith sit chatting on the couch, the small TV providing background noise. “You gonna tell Steve about you and Ed?” Her question silences the rest of the band.

“You better tell us first!” Sylvie shrieks, getting to their feet. “What the hell was all that, even?”

Lilith joins them, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yeah, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you two were almost being friendly in there.”

You lift your, well Eddie’s, t-shirt over your head, swapping it for a tighter, smaller black one, and change out of your sweats and into some light wash, baggy jeans. “There’s nothing to explain, really.” You turn to face your friends. “We talked about what he said. He apologized, and we’re trying the friend thing.” Lilith rolls her eyes, and Sylvie shakes their head. “What?” you ask, exasperated.

Robin speaks for them. “We just know how that’s gonna go, babes. One of you is gonna… I dunno, slip up? Like last time?” When you don’t offer her an answer, Robin continues, pouring both of you a pre game drink. “You guys just aren’t meant to be friends. You’d tear each other apart before you could get to genuine, platonic friendship. You’re not, well, Steve and I.” The last bit is meant as a joke, you know, but it stings a little. You hope they’re not right, that you can be friends with Eddie without destroying you both.

“Guess we’ll have to find out.” You shrug, and yank your boots on. “For now, I just wanna drink.” You take your vodka soda from Robin and throw it down your throat, as if to emphasize your desperation.

—

You, Robin, Eddie, and Steve pile into the back of a cab, all of you already tipsy. Steve’s decided to chaperone, and you can’t really argue considering the circumstances. He sits between you and Eddie, a knee against one of each of yours. The four of you are in casual attire, on your way to a club on the Strip you’ve never heard of. It feels like high school, almost, minus the whole “being in a band touring with a household name” thing. It feels comfortable, sitting between Steve and Robin, with Eddie on Steve’s other side, on your way to get drinks and finally just hang out. No drama, no worries, no screaming fans. A break.

When the car pulls up, Robin climbs out and holds the door for the rest of you. You link your arm through hers, and she links her other arm with Steve. You look at Eddie, standing next to you with his arms firmly at his sides, and offer your free arm. His lips split into a smile, and he links his arm with yours, causing your heart to surge. Friends.

There’s some truth to Robin’s words. You know you’ll probably love Eddie forever, way more than you just would a friend, but you can’t force yourself back into that relationship. You don’t know what your feelings for him are anymore, you just know you have them. And having them is dangerous, especially now that you’re both terribly successful and there’s no way you two could ever work it out.

—

Eddie’s POV

All he’s aware of is your shoulder against his as the four of you squeeze through the dark nightclub. The music is deafening, Jump Around by House of Pain shaking the whole building. He wants a drink. Really, he wants to leave, and go watch a bad movie on the bus, or reread The Hobbit for the fifth time this year. But those things don’t have you in a really tight t-shirt, so instead he’s waddling uncomfortably between sweaty bodies, following closely behind you as you make your way to the bar.

“What’re you having?” He reads your lips more than hears you, squinting to make out what you’re saying in the dark room.

“I’ll take a beer, whatever they have.” Eddie feels his voice rasp as he shouts over the music, but you nod like you’ve heard him anyway. He watches as you order, leaning on the bar so the tender; a good looking dude with salt and pepper hair, a good body, and tight fitting clothes, can hear you over the ruckus. You flirt with your posture, twisting a strand of hair around your finger as you lean in to speak to him. He nods, winking at you before walking away to retrieve your drinks. Eddie can't help the burning in his chest as he watches the interaction, fighting every urge to jump over the counter and beat the guy senseless. Not that he’d be able to, the dude is jacked.

It takes almost no time for you to turn around, coming face to face with Eddie, your nose far too close to his chest. “Here,” you hand him his bottle, and he reads the label.

“They had Red Stripe?” Still his favorite, and only ever found in the crevices of the dingiest liquor stores.

You shrug. “Vegas has everything! C’mon, let’s go find the others.” You take his hand, and Eddie looks at it, a fraction of a second too long before taking it.Despite his hesitation, holding your hand still feels right.

The two of you finally find Robin and Steve, drunkenly grooving on the dance floor, both with a drink in hand. Eddie scoffs at their shamelessness, and looks at you. He’s on edge, unsure of what your next suggestion will be.

“You wanna dance?” Is the last thing he’s expecting.

—

Your POV

The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, but it doesn’t deter you from slapping a hand over your mouth.

Eddie’s head whips in your direction, like you’ve startled him. “What?” This is your chance, your way out. Say something else, say anything else. “Do you wanna dance?” Shit! You watch as a smile threatens his tight lipped expression, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards despite his hold on them.

“Sure.” Sure?! Guess we’re doing this! You realize neither of you have let go of the other’s hand. You look from your clasped fingers, to his face, and back again before exhaling, and dragging your ex boyfriend to the dance floor. Robin and Steve see you and wave you over. The walk to them is dreadfully long, your hand sticking to Eddie’s with your sweat. Gross.

“Look who decided to join us!” Steve slurs as he twirls Robin under his arm.

“Steve, I thought you were chaperoning?” You tease, rolling your eyes as you feel Eddie’s fingers let go of yours. Your hand feels cold again.

“Chaperones can have fun too, y’know!” He pokes your arm jokingly, like he’s trying to tip you over. “And if chaperones can’t have fun, so can the, uh,”

“Chaperonees!” Robin interrupts, helpfully.

“Yeah, yeah. Chaperonees! Now, would ya not look so miserable? You know I worry!” Steve drapes an arm around your shoulder as you laugh, enjoying his mood.

“I am having fun!” You exclaim, taking another gulp of your cocktail.

Eddie sips his beer, as if in solidarity. “C’mon, let these two dorks compete to see who can be the worst dancer here.” He takes your hand in his again, this time without the weird tiptoeing around it, and you turn to face him. The song has changed to Def Leppard’s Have You Ever Needed Someone So Bad, drastically changing the vibe. Robin and Steve continue to spin and jive aimlessly, but they blur in comparison to Eddie, standing right in front of you.

The drinks flowing through you do their job, lowering your inhibitions and giving you courage. You gently rest your arms around Eddie’s neck, and feel him tense at your touch before fully relaxing. His hands are still by his sides though, so you look from his eyes, to where they hang uselessly. “You’re not gonna melt, y’know.” You joke, but Eddie doesn’t laugh.

“Honestly, I might.” The words shoot through you, and you can feel your cheeks blush. It seems to rouse him from his anxiety, though, as he slowly lifts his arms to rest a hand on either side of your waist. Maybe he won’t melt, but you’re almost sure you will.

—

Eddie’s POV

There is no way he’s surviving tonight. He is one hundred percent certain you will be his cause of death, and that it will be painful, unbearable even. He lets himself look into your eyes, just for a second. They shine as you look back into his, narrowing the way they do when you smile. Eddie hasn’t received a smile from you like that in what feels like a lifetime.

As he’s losing himself in the way your hands rest around him, clasped together at the nape of his neck, he’s brought back down to earth. A bright, sudden light comes from behind him, illuminating your features for a split second. Your eyes widen, and your arms fall back to your sides.

“Eddie! Y/n! Over here!” Eddie whips his head around in time to catch a second flash, temporarily blinding him. He recognizes the culprit, a local paparazzo hell bent on torturing the members of the metal scene.

“Gale,” Eddie tries to remain calm, his heart rate skyrocketing as worst case scenarios flip through his head. “You can’t sell that.”

“I can do whatever I please, Munson!” Gale is slimy, never once giving his subjects a break. Because “he has to eat too.”

Your voice startles Eddie as you speak. “What do you plan on doing with that?”

Gale shrugs, “Sell it, make a quick buck. If I’m lucky, they’ll use it when they speculate on your love life.” He chuckles to himself, waggling his eyebrows. Before anyone can stop him, Gale lifts the camera a third time. “Smile big!” Flash.

Regardless of how badly Eddie wants to rip that camera out of his hands and throw it across the club, he doesn’t. That look doesn’t suit him, especially in front of you, and he’s not in the mood to catch a charge. Instead he pivots back to you. “What do you wanna do about this?”

You don’t seem bothered, in fact you’re uncharacteristically calm about the situation. “Whatever you want, it doesn’t bother me that much. There are worse rumors that could spread. Plus, you and I know the truth, right?”

Eddie only blinks, hoping his thoughts will catch up with his mouth. “Are you sure? Because I can call a guy. Get that picture wiped off the face of the earth.”

“If you want. Don’t stress on my account, though.” You go so far as to replace your hands around him, and Eddie’s breath catches, holding it for a millisecond too long. “It isn’t the end of the world.”

Eddie gingerly places his hands back on your waist, but neither of you dance as the song is replaced with Metallica’s Don’t Tread On Me. His brain is sprinting, trying to catch up with what’s happening.

“You’re not embarrassed?”

“Are you?”

“Yeah. I mean, not by you, but-“ He stops himself. But what? You’re waiting for him to continue, staring at him unblinkingly. “I asked you first.”

You look at your feet, concentrating on the ground between you two. Eddie’s heart sinks, of course you’re embarrassed. There’s a reason you’re not together anymore. “I mean, this is what fame is, right? Rumors being spread about you? Untrue things being said? It’s not really any different than high school.” You laugh sadly, still not meeting his gaze.

“That doesn’t mean you have to like it.” Eddie lowers his voice, leaning to speak into your ear. He thinks he catches you stiffen, startled by his sudden closeness.

Finally, you shake your head. “I’m not. You don’t embarrass me, Eddie. Not lately, anyway.” This time your chuckle sounds more like you, and Eddie lets one slip through his own teeth.

“Alright. I’ll leave it, then.”

“So you’re not-“

“No, I’m not fuckin’ embarrassed. I'd tell everyone that rumor if I could.” He catches himself by surprise with his answer, but he doesn’t backpedal.

You look at him, finally. “What?”

Eddie shrugs. “Worse things have been said than that I’m dating my cowork— I mean, my friend.” He shows his teeth despite his nerves, trying to reassure you that this won’t be a big deal. “Even if that does happen, by the way, no one’s gonna believe it. You’re too good for that.”

—

Your POV

You open your mouth to respond, but you’re quickly interrupted. “We need to go. Now.” Steve and Robin are stumbling all over each other as they approach you, their fingers interlaced as if holding onto dumb or dumber will somehow save them from tripping.

“What? Why?” Your voice breaks with panic, whether from this current event or the one shortly before, you’re not sure.

“We kind of uh, knocked an entire tray of booze over while we were dancing.” Robin can’t get her sentence out without giggling hysterically.

“Turns out some big wig is here, and he’s pissed.” Steve adds, snickering between shallow breaths. “Guy’s a douche anyway, but he wants us gone. Security’s lookin’ for us.”

“For once, I'm not the one to get us kicked out!” Eddie cheers, and grabs your hand. “Let’s go!” The four of you haul ass through the club. You don’t know how drastic the measures are, but your heart still races. The night air hits you as the club door swings open, your ride already idling against the curb. The four of you pile in, borderline maniacal laughter erupting from each of you.

“You fucking assholes!” You shriek, but your tone remains playful. “I was having a good time!”

Eddie looks to you then, and you share a quiet acknowledgement with him. You aren’t lying, you were having fun. By the looks of if, he was too.

“Well, we’re sorry. We have three whole months of fun ahead of us. I’m sure you’ll make up for this time.” Steve lets his head fall onto your shoulder, and You pat his cheek with your free hand. The other still hangs onto Eddie’s, his thumb stroking the top of it idly.

“I forgive you, Stevie.”

—

Eddie’s POV

It takes less than 24 hours for the story to break. He’s on the bus, half asleep as his bandmates circle his tiny bed the best they can. “What the hell?” He sits up, rubbing his eyes as the men before him come into focus. “What’s going on?”

“You tell us, player.” Jeff tosses something onto Eddie’s stomach, and it lands with a slap against his bare skin. He grabs it, and investigates the cover of what looks like a knock off National Inquirer. The headline reads, in big obnoxious font, MUNSON’S NEW BOO? Underneath the text is the picture from last night. His back is to the photographer, but you can still tell it’s him. He’s wearing a denim vest and black jeans, his hair sticking up like it tends to do. Over his shoulder, he can make out your features. Your sparkly eyes, freckled cheeks, and pouty lips. You’re looking at him like you love him, your hands around his neck, his resting on your hips.

“This is not what it looks like.” His voice doesn’t waver. Eddie thinks about what you said. You’re not embarrassed by him, so why would he be embarrassed by you?

Gareth shrugs. “It’s okay if it is, y’know. As long as you’re gonna do it right this time.” Jeff nods in agreement.

“Nothing is going on! We’re friends!”

“Right, right. Because that totally just looks like two friends.”

Eddie looks at the picture again. It’s a good picture of you, and he selfishly wants to tear it out of the magazine and stuff it into his wallet. He wants to keep it close to him. Gareth is right, but that doesn’t change the facts. Friends are all you are.

“Does Y/N know?” Jeff interrupts Eddie’s train of thought.

“I mean, I just found out.”

“Yes, but you sleep like the dead. We’ve been in Portland for three hours.”

“They know the picture was taken. I’m sure they’re expecting this.”

“Alright, man. Now get your ass up, soundcheck in an hour.”

—

Your POV

You read the words over and over again, begging them to make sense. “Eddie Munson, frontman of Corroded Coffin, spotted snuggling up to Death Dance Approximately vocalist Y/n L/n. The two are currently on a cross country tour together, playing clubs and amphitheaters in North America.”

“What are you gonna do?” Lilith sticks another home fry in her mouth, keeping her eyes on you.

You shrug, tossing the magazine back onto the table. “Nothing I can really do about it now, I'm not too concerned.”

“They’re not concerned because they wish it was true!” Robin interjects, sliding into the booth next to you, a fresh coffee in her hands.

“Excuse you?”

“Please, since the day I met you, Eddie Munson has been the only guy for you. Ever. Don’t tell me that’s changed now.” You don’t look at her, and that gives her your answer. “So, we leave it, and we make sure it’s a prophecy we can fulfill!” She slurps a sip of her drink, and you scoff.

“We just got to friends. Give it a rest!”

“Okay!” Robin throws up her hands. “But I’m calling it now, you’ll be in his pants before we hit the east coast.”

You roll your eyes, and turn back to your breakfast. “Whatever.”

—

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[yeonjuns-beanie]

What Happened To It?

Warnings: Lots of sappiness, smut, swearing, teasing, jealousy, unprotected sex, creampie, name calling Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x (f) reader

Word count: 3.7K

a/n: Hi! In light of having the opportunity to see BTS in Las Vegas, I present to you a story that came to me a couple of days after that.

It is now day 2 of Permission To Dance in Las Vegas and Jungkook looked extremely tired. Since you’ve been with him for a long time, you know how much performances wear him out. Last night was no different. Although he did decide to party with his members which probably didn’t benefit him either.

“What time is it?” Jungkook asks sleepily.

“8:30” you say. “We have plenty of time before you have to do anything. Do you want to grab something to eat with me this morning?”

“ Yeah, that would be nice”

“Great, I’m gonna start getting ready and you can sleep in a little if you want to. It shouldn’t take me too long. I’m not gonna go crazy.” Jungkook just smiles. He has been so lucky to have found someone who likes him for him and not just because he is Jungkook of BTS. Although, you two didn’t meet in the most conventional place.

It was back in 2018 when BTS was on their Love Yourself Tour. You had been a fan of theirs since 2014, and being able to score tickets was a big thing, plus you got a meet and greet package. Although the meet and greets would go by really fast, Jungkook noticed you before you were even within fifty feet of the booth. Something about you really caught his eye.

You think back to that moment a lot. What was it that made him choose you on that day? Was it your outfit? No, it couldn’t have been. There is nothing eye-catching about a tour shirt, a black skirt and a Kooky headband. What could it have possibly been?

You find yourself with no answer. Jungkook said he would tell you when the time felt right. When was this time going to happen? 

As you were sitting in the bathroom doing your makeup, you look over to see Jungkook preparing to speak.

“ Do you remember when I told you that I would tell you why you stood out so much to me on the day that we met?” he asks.

You knew the answer but weren’t sure if he thought now was the time.

“You had this look on your face that I will never forget. It was pure happiness. I was having a really rough start to the tour and the moment I saw you, it seemed like it was becoming kind of worth it. I never thought I could make a connection so quickly. I never thought this would happen.”

As he gets to the last sentence, you can hear how his voice is starting to break a little. It made your heart flutter. Every word that he is saying he truly means.

You walk out of the bathroom and go back to the bed and swaddle him in a hug. These words meant so much to you. As you pull away, you look at him dead in the eyes with the biggest grin on your face, very much resembling his bunny grin.

“Kook, that means so much to me. You have no idea how grateful I am that you saw past me as just a fan. I want to do everything for you and give you as much as I can. I love every part about you and I can’t wait to spend more time with you. Seeing you grow as a musician and as a person is the most rewarding thing. I love you more than you think.”

“You’re gonna make me cry, princess” he says as he is already wiping tears off of his cheeks. 

“ Come on Kookie, we should probably get moving before you have to get prepared for the show tonight.” you say. Although you really wish you could have the whole day together to just spend in bed.

You’re the first to get out of bed so you can go finish your makeup and pick out an outfit. Jungkook still has to do his entire morning routine which should take him about a half hour which gives you plenty of time to pick out an outfit.

While Jungkook is in the bathroom, you go through your stuffed little wardrobe and decide on taking Jungkook’s yellow sweater and black skirt and white tennis shoes.

“Did you take my sweater? Jungkook asks.

“ Um. maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t” you say

Jungkook makes his way out of the bathroom to see you sitting on the edge of the bed looking down at your phone. He can’t help but stare. You always look so gorgeous no matter what you wear.

“You look so cute in my clothes, princess,” he says.

You blush. You always seem to whenever Jungkook compliments you. Or even looks at you. 

“Are you ready to go? There is this really cute french bakery I want to go too, I’m starving,” you say.

“Yes, let’s head out,”.

And with that, you two were off.

Once you found the spot, the waiter seated you in a more private area just so that you two don’t get bombarded,

“What do you want to do after this? Any sightseeing that you want to do?” you asked.

“I was thinking of taking you shopping. I know that there is something that you have been talking about for awhile and I wanted to go ahead and get you it. I know you’re gonna say that you’re going to say you feel bad, but please let me do this. I know when we have show dates we don’t get to spend a lot of time together, so let me do this for you. It’s the least I can do after all you’ve done for me.”

“Jungkook, what do you have planned? I don’t want you to go crazy with the spending. You do a lot for me already,” you said

“Princess, please. Let me spoil you just this once,” he pleads.

“Fine, just this once.”

Jungkook rushes to finish breakfast so he can buy things for you. You never let this happen, so needless to say, Jungkook was very excited that you said yes to this.

You see that you’re headed to the designer stores and you stop.

“Jungkook, no. I would feel so guilty if you even took me into one of these stores. Why are you buying me this,” you asked.

“Because I want to do something nice for you and you already said yes so you can’t take it back,” Jungkook smiles so wide.

This boy will be the death of you, but you love him so much.

Eventually two hours have gone by and Jungkook has bought you a Louis Vuitton bag, three pairs of Balenciaga shoes, and a Prada dress.

“Okay Kookie this is enough. We can’t even carry anymore bags, plus we have to get back so you can get ready for soundcheck,” you say.

As you start to make your way back, you notice a change in Jungkook. He’s got this look in his eyes and you can’t tell if he’s tired or mad. But you leave it alone.

You make your way back to the hotel so that Jungkook can get ready for soundcheck and you can get ready for the show tonight.

You had gone to soundcheck the night before, but you had a surprise planned for Jungkook that he didn’t know about.

“Kookie, I’m gonna stay back and get ready for your show while you go to soundcheck. I’m so excited to see you perform tonight. You always look so good,” you say.

Jungkook had this glare in his eyes and it is still reminding you of earlier. You can’t tell if he is mad or tired, but once again, you choose to ignore it.

Jungkook just walks away briskly and you can’t seem to understand why. But you just make your way back into the bathroom. He can be upset, but you know what you have planned will instantly make him feel better.

You sit on the counter and start curling your hair in big bombshell curls that Jungkook always said that he liked. You hear the door open and close signaling that Jungkook has left for soundcheck, which was your cue to get your outfit out of your suitcase that you had hidden.   

Jungkook had always complimented that you looked great in red, so you took it upon yourself to buy a red and sexy bodysuit that you knew would have him drooling. 

You take out the bodysuit along with a black pu skirt, his leather jacket and pair of black platform knee high boots.

Once you finish your look, you take a car to the stadium. Little does Jungkook know that you bought a first row ticket as a surprise.

Flashback to the beginning of March when ARMY presale went out, you made sure you got yourself a ticket. This would be the last thing that Jungkook would have expected considering you had always been watching the shows from the backstage. Jungkook wanted you to stay safe and he knew how wild his fans could get. 

You enter the stadium at 7:00 to find your way to your seat considering that the stadium is enormous. As  you’re walking, you get a couple of comments from ARMY and you are more than excited. Once you find your seat, you pair your army bomb 

The stadium lights dim and the intro video starts playing on the screens.

You can’t help but scream. You still adore BTS and your inner fangirl is going crazy. 

They play ON and you are going crazy. Once ON ends and Fire begins, that's when Jungkook had made his way to the end of the runway, and he saw you, but his eyes looked so dark. You know he saw you because he made a gesture on himself that signaled to you that he saw your outfit. His eyes went black.

The first intermission had come and you saw the boys run backstage for an outfit change.This was the perfect time for you to sit down. Maybe wearing platform shoes wasn’t the best idea. Oh well, beauty is pain right?

“Dude, are you seriously sporting a boner right now?” Hoseok asked.

“You don’t understand. Y/N is in the front row and didn’t tell me about it,” says Jungkook.

“Did you see her outfit? I can’t help myself. She looks so damn good,” he says.

“Okay, well try not to jizz yourself because there is no way you aren’t going to be staring at her for the rest of the show. I know you,” Hoseok quipped. 

You are enjoying yourself at this show and everything that it has to offer. You can’t even keep track of time because you are so in the moment. Before you know it, all the boys start with their thanks for everyone.

You listen intently to what everyone has to say, knowing that every word that comes out of their mouth is genuine. 

The concert comes to an end and you are escorted by a guard who says that someone is asking you from the group. Of course you knew exactly who it was. The guard had told you to go to the dressing room, and immediately your heart sank to the floor in nervousness. 

You walk into the dressing room to see Jungkook sitting on the couch, legs spread and out of breath.

“Are you okay, Kookie?” you question.

“Oh, baby, you had me so distracted the entire show,” he started pulling you towards him so you were standing in front of him as he was sitting.

“You look so good in red, princess. When did you buy your ticket?” he asked.

“I bought it awhile ago, I wanted to surprise you because I always watch the shows from the side and don’t get a good look at you,” you said.

“You’re too cute. Here, come sit on my lap, princess. I missed you so much,” Jungkook says.

You make your way to sit on his lap, but Jungkook had a different definition. He wanted you to straddle your lap so your skirt rode up your legs and he had easier access to your ass. You had planned this knowing how much Jungkook loses it whenever you wear anything tight or revealing.

“You performed really well tonight,” you say as you stroke the hair on the nape of his neck. You are always fascinated at how much energy Jungkook has on stage, and for a 2 ½ hour performance no less.

“Thank you baby,” Jungkook says. He looks at you with those eyes again. The ones that you can’t seem to pinpoint what he is thinking of. 

“You’ve been looking at me like that all day and I don’t understand why,” you say. Jungkook just continues to look at you with those same eyes.

“Baby, let’s go back to the hotel. I wanna treat you to something,” he says. 

You raise your eyebrows in confusion and then check your phone for the time. It’s 11:30pm and you were nowhere near tired.

“Okay Kookie. Whatever you want,” you say

As you two are walking to the car, you notice that Jungkook is a lot more touchy than usual. He keeps running his hand down to your ass and giving light squeezes, and if he isn’t doing that, he has a grip on your waist like a python has on its prey. 

By the time you get to the car he is all over you. Jungkook is kissing your neck and has his hand in between your legs, grazing your soaked underwear and you are trying so hard to suppress your moans.

“Don’t make too much noise princess. Wouldn’t want the driver to know how much of a slut you are,” he says.

The wetness in your underwear just doubled with what he just said. Sure Jungkook had his kinks, but this is one of yours that you have been too scared to even talk about it in front of him.

“You’re gonna show me how much of a slut you are once we get back to the hotel, do you understand?” he says.

“Yes, Kook,” you say in the most seductive tone that you can muster.

Jungkook can’t help but look at how beautiful you look. You are gorgeous always, but this is something different. Already looking fucked out and he hasn’t barely done anything to you. He knows the effect that he has on you and he uses that to his advantage as much as he can.

This has to be the longest car ride you have ever been in. Not that the actual distance is far, but Jungkook touching you is making it absolutely agonizing.

Once you finally make it to the hotel, Jungkook just stares at you as you make your way to sit on the bed.

He slowly makes his way to your frame and places his large hands on your waist, moving them slowly up and down your sides.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you did,” he says sternly,

All you can do is look up at him confused. There was absolutely no idea he would’ve known you got a ticket. You can’t help but rack your brain with any possible thing you’ve done that would make him this upset.

“ Don’t try and act innocent when you wear something that instantly makes me want to rip it off of you. I constantly want to rip your clothes off because you are so fucking beacutiful. But this, goddamn. I’ve been hard since I saw you baby. And all my hyungs saw you too. And they noticed how fucking good you looked. You look so fucking good. Like a pretty princess who is begging to get her brains fucked out.”

At this point you are at a loss for words. Jungkook is towering over you due to the fact that he is standing while you are sitting and his words are causing a river to flow in your panties. Every word that comes out of your mouth is causing you to clench around nothing, making you want him even more.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

This little bitch. He knows exactly what he is doing. But now you have to make a decision. Do you go along with it, or do you make him angry by being a brat?

You woke up this morning and chose violence.

“Oh Kook, you have no clue what you’re thinking. You know how much I love attention. I’m glad your hyungs saw me, that was the point. Now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go downstairs and grab a drink.”

You made a mistake. Jungkook’s eyes have never looked darker and you’re honestly kind of scared. Not in a bad way, but in a way that makes you excited as to what is going to come next.

Before you even have the chance to make your way off of the bed, Jungkook holds you in place and pushes your torso down onto the bed.

“You are not going anywhere until I fuck you so hard you won’t even be able to think of my hyungs.”

Your plan worked.

Jungkook starts feverishly undressing you. Piece by piece.

“Oh, you’re such a slut,” he says breathily 

“Not only did you wear such a hot outfit, but you put this on underneath. You have a lot of nerve princess.”

You had forgotten the lovely little piece of lingerie that you put on underneath. Of course it was black because he would go crazy and you lived for that. 

In reality, he wants you to keep it on, but he is so horny that he isn’t even thinking when he starts taking off your panties.

“Come on, baby. I need to eat you out immediately. Go on and open your pretty legs for me.”

You do as Jungkook commands and you are so on edge as you have been waiting for this literally since this morning.

“God, baby. You are so fucking wet. I can’t wait to taste you.”

All you can do is simply moan at his words.

Jungkook starts by teasing you by kissing your thighs. He has always loved how plush and soft they were. Light feathery kisses are all he has to do in order for you to start squirming. 

Jungkook finally puts his head right in between your legs and licks a low and slow stripe right up your slit and stops right at your clit. Only for him to start suscking on it. Jungkook is really aggressive when it comes to eating you out. Solely because he lives for your reaction. He knows how to work his tongue and it shows.Your body can’t stop vibrating and your legs are already shaking. This just fuels Jungkook even more to continue his assault on your clit.

“Jungkook, I- I’m gonna cum”

“Cum, baby. That doesn’t mean I’m going to stop.”

Before you can even try and quip back with a comment, your orgasm washes over you with such violence. But Jungkook didn’t stop. If anything, he went in  harder. You were squeezing your eyes so hard that tears started flowing out of you.

“Aww, baby are you crying? You look so pretty.”

Jungkook moves his way up to your face and kisses your tears off your face. But what you weren’t expecting was him to slip his cock right into your already abused pussy. 

“Fuck, princess. You feel so fucking good. I’ve been waiting to do this since I saw you.”

Jungkook doesn’t even give you a chance to adjust to him. He continues to thrust and with each thrust, your whines become louder and louder. You can feel every vein on Jungkook’s cock as you walls hug him perfectly. Before you know it,  your second orgasm washes over you. 

“Fuck, baby. If you keep squeezing around me I’m I-.”

Jungkook can’t even finish his sentence as he shoots hot ropes of cum inside of you. Jungkook slowly pulls out of you, but he doesn’t lat down.

“Where are you going?”

“I have to  get stuff to clean you up. I’m not going to leave you here with my cum leaking out of you. Although it is quite the sight, it’s not necessarily the cleanest.”

You sit and revel on how you have the greatest boyfriend in the world. Before you can even make a coherent thought, you eyes flutter shut and you are off to dreamland.

The morning sun shines through the window as you open you eyes very slowly.  You look on the floor and see the clothing from last night. Evidence from you and Jungkook’s escapade. You see that you have been dressed in clean panties and a giagantic shirt. A heavy is ever so delicately placed over your stomach. You peer over to the left and see Jungkook staring at you.

“Hi, baby. Did you sleep well? I put you in my shirt because I wanted you to be more comfortable.”

“You’re so sweet, Kook.”

It’s already 11 o’clock and you just look back to Jungkook.

“What did you want to do today, princess. I don’t have a performance so we can actually spend the day going around and exploring.”

“Considering that my legs are barely functioning, can we just stay in bed for a little longer. Maybe we can go out for dinner somewhere nice. I have a dress I have been saving for something like this.”

“Oh God. Are you trying to break me?”

All you can do is laugh as you snuggle more onto his chest. You have never been happier in your life. You have the best man on the planet and you can’t complain about anything. This really has been a moment to not forget.

“I love you baby. You need to rest a little more and then I’m going to give you the best evening ever. I love you so much.”

His sweet words are enough for you to match his bunny grin and tackle him in kisses. You could not be happier.

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[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

Good Louis Posts 10

• FAITH IN THE FUTURE TIMELINE

• Songwriters and collaborators congratulate Louis on the FitF announcement

• FAITH IN THE FUTURE TRACKLIST REVEAL (x)

• August 28, 2022, x

• Touring data LTWT2022 (x)

• LTWT 2022 Fashion: Top Five as voted by Louies

• The expansion of LTWT from 2020 to 2022

• The stage design for Walls on tour echoes the Walls music video

• The stage design for Copy of a Copy of a Copy

• Louis’ IGTV and the pride flag (x)

• Louis correctly addressing a transgender fan in Brazil.

• The video for the Kill My Mind fan project, first done at LTWT2022 Santiago, reaches 1 million views on Twitter. (x)

• Louis understanding that this project was special and fan-driven. Liking a tweet from the MoviestarArena Twitter account.

• The ❤️ mic hand gesture was always only for LOUIS

• Living la pura vida Costa Rica (x) (x) (wtf)

• Hot Louis tour moments, take 2 (is it cold)

• Oli singing to Through the Dark on tour; Oli and Krystle in Brisbane

• Insane lashes

• The gift of Latam: (x) (x) gift from Mexican fans

• Louis Fashion Rankings Asia/ Australia

• Louis in pastels (x)

• LT2 colors (x)

• Transcription of Louis’ first Latam IGTV

• The funny girlfriend who wants attention

• The Louis Tomlinson- Charlie Lightening- Liam Gallagher dance in Australia, and the fan who loves rock and roll going to both their Sydney concerts.

• Liam Gallagher, Louis Tomlinson, Johnny Took of the DMAs reunite in Australia. But who knew Louis’ bum would be the headline!

• Louis’ Australia interviews, July 2022

• Eleanor Calder hanging out with Louis’ ex-employees who are also ex-Syco employees: Rusty Eslamifar, Jessie Martin, and Amy Crawford, Chris Frewin’s SO. Jessie again. Why would Lisa Wilkinson, PR for BMG UK follow Amy or Jessie?

• 23 July 2022: the weird 1D anniversary when Eleanor blocked and refollowed Louis, only to have Louis follow her back again 12 hours later

A Triptych of the Harry™️ Brand:

A. Plagiarist Harry Styles (x) (x) regifting flowers that a fan sent him to his invited influencer, Brittany Broski

B. Harry’s vocal warmups pantomiming Freddie Mercury and why it is a turnoff

C. Harry’s fans copying the Chilean Louies’ Kill My Mind project but doing it very badly, yet it didn’t deter them from trying again 😵‍💫😂😂

Harry’s strategy to extract the highest ticket prices from his concerts

A review of Harry’s House

An interesting HS submission from 2020

• Lisa Wilkinson, head of PR for BMG UK (and the person who will handle promo for Faith in the Future) posting from Harry’s concert (x) (x)

• Louis mentions One Direction’s 12th anniversary at his solo concert in Sydney (x)

• I’m a Directioner, sort of. Louies rank the boys. Heritage post (x)

• Unseasoned chicken

• Mesh polos

• My ranking of partial Latam outfits

• Quotes from Alt Disco podcast interview with Callum Wilson, bass player of The Snuts

• Latam Louies and Asian Louies on not being treated right (x) for LTWT2022.

• Then and now in Brazil, at the barricades

• “Larrying” by Harry’s team and Louis’ team in 2022: what is this about?

• How Larries treat Louis at the end of his solo world tour; how Tumblr Larries manipulate Louis’ fandom, Larries pre-2016.

• A Spanish Larrie stalking Louis and recording his voice without permission.

• Larries spreading the LT2 leaked audio and leaked lyrics. HLD being the biggest anti-Louis.

• 1D hiatus

• Thoughts on Alistair Norbury’s interview re: Louis and BMG, 8.8.22

• My hope for LT2 promo

• Warner Music Indonesia comments on a Louis UA’s LTWT2022 post. It is likely that Warner is handling LT2’s international promo and distribution.

• The DJ’s instructions for the incidental music at Lokerse Feesten: don’t play too much 1D or Harry Styles. (Larrie tags lmao)

• Twitter spree 24 August 2022, part 2

• 👁 motif

#good Louis posts 10 #Louis 10 #1 september 2022 #louis tomlinson