#he loooks good omg

[sunkissedlouis]

Away From Home 2024 headliner, Louis Tomlinson, soundchecking on stage! 🌞

[tar0star]

pov: u run the pastaria with suna rintarou

[slut4sugu]

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐂𝐒 (𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.)

a/n: im back my loves! I’ve been rewatching criminal minds and omg I love how soft Spencer is he’s just adorable bro. Also JJ with bangs? (She can get it too honestly) Mentions; of sub!spencer, dry humping, cunnilingus, sweet but nasty Spence <33

isn’t the best with explaining his feelings for you not in a nerdy way but is a poet when it comes to words of affirmation; ever time Spencer sees you look so beautiful, so ethereal he just randomly pouts out a poem that can barely come close to describe the amount of love he has for you in that moment <33

I’m a strong believer in the fact that Reid has a little decor around his apartment for when Halloween rolls around; and is beyond happy when he comes home from a case to find that you’ve went a the extra mile and decorating it a bit more for him <33

Memorizes your cafe orders; so on his off days he’ll wake up before you to surprise you with a muffin and your favorite tea/coffee

is usually the big spoon in bed; however if he’s had a challenging week he’ll just silently curl into your side pressing kisses to you neck as he murmurs a “thank you love.”

whines into kisses & grinds his hips into yours while doing so; Spence is weak for you that much is certain. Your voice is as smooth as silk and your touch never fails to ignite a fire on his skin. But your kisses are pure aphrodisiac, you effortlessly pull moans from him like it’s nothing. “You’re so cute Spence, so you want me to touch you?” “Please angel.”

cannot leave without his goodbye kiss and an I love you; one time you decided to mess with him and kiss him goodbye without saying I love you. After not hearing you say it back he poked his head back in your shared bedroom and loooked at you confused. “I love you?” “Mhm, have a good day sweetheart.” Now he’s pouting, “..did I do something wrong?” Now you have to pepper his face with kisses and tell him you love him multiple times so he can leave.

whenever he’s gone for a couple days for a particular hard case he’ll send you flowers, and sends you text messages; to check the new book you’ve read. Which leads you to find a sweet love letter. Promising his safe return and that he’ll make up for lost time <33

loves baking and cooking with you; know we all know Spencer can’t cook worth a damn, so his job in the kitchen is maintaining the mess you tend to create while making brownies and ofc pressing kisses to your shoulder as you mix the batter

eats you out slowly when he’s sleepy but horny; it’s so hot but so agonizingly slow. Even the way his tongue flicks against your clit feels slow, once he hears your begs and whines he’ll speed up a bit. Slowly starting to get more into it than you are, pulling you by your thighs to get close to his tongue. Lapping up your cunt is an art form to Spence, and all art deserves to be appreciated <33

tells Garcia and Morgan about you; he intends not to rant but once he pictures your sweet smile in his head he’s a goner. Now he talking about your mannerisms and how you always cover your smile with your hand because your self conicous about it, but he finds your smile so beautiful..

when he gets jealous he pouts slightly; he manages it relatively well but the initial time a guy looks at you too long or has that look on his face, Spence does that little confused pouty thing slightly before making it clear your happily taken.

Spence is HELLA touchy; cannot go 2 minutes without touching you. In the car? Hand on your thigh, sitting on the couch together? Your thighs gotta be on his lap. One way or the other

Happily spends his money on you; spence absolutely loves spoiling you, and every anniversary he makes a habit of buying you a dress. Not overly pricey but just enough in the 200-300 range. each anniversary he goes a little bit higher and higher or if you found a dress you really like hell buy you jewelry. But once you guys hit one year? He goes all out <33

uses your lotions and shampoo on occasion; being away from you for hours on end can be tough at some times so Spencer makes a habit of buying smaller samples of your vanilla or strawberry scented products. Smell of sweet candy and cookies like helps ease his mind when he’s away at work.

Honorable mentions

princess twirl/hugs when he comes back from a long case

loves going on library dates with you

says I love you every time before doing down on you <33

[professional-termite]

oooOOOOOHHHHHH OCTAVIUS OCTAVIUS

hey @professional-termite aren’t you the one with the Haunted Mansion/NATM AU?

did you spot this roman ghost?

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 71 The Publishing House Murder

I have good news - the situation is over, and I'm safe again. I wouldn't have made it through without Raven and Space, you are lifesavers <3

And with that, I can reactivate DeviantArt shortly!

Omg omg apricot!!! This fluffy bubu appeared to me in a dream! He is a clockwork owl, the gears around his eyes turn every second. He's just a nerd with no bad intentions (aside from the occasional murder), and his catchphrase is "That's Actuary very interesting." (And insisting that his name is pronounced Aypricot.)

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Irratino is struggling to remember the last time he smiled. He drags himself to the nearest place affiliated with Logico. He’s lost all his hope. So has Logico. Irratino is just trying to break the news to everybody at this point.

Chalk isn’t at the publisher’s at the moment. Irratino can tell because there’s a card on his desk that says ‘Out’ alongside a bunch of elegant squiggles. There is Dr. Seashell hovering over his desk, though.

SEASHELL: Who, me? Oh… I-I’m not… uh… who, me? INK: Move it. Hey, Irratino.  IRRATINO: I-Ink, I… STEEL: EW EW EW WHAT IS THAAAAAAT!!!

She points to a human on the floor that’s been sawed in half or something.

IRRATINO: Why… is she- IVORY: UGH! I knew you’d be like this. We tried to FORCE her to replace APPLEGREEN! INK: And look how well it’s turning out. STEEL: No no guys! I swear, I’m good now! IVORY: Then don’t call me a GUY!

Irratino so badly tries to break from his depression.

IRRATINO: What’s… everyone’s… favorite… author? SEASHELL: I’m a HUGE fan of Philosopher Bone!

Irratino shoves a giant orange snout out of his face.

IRRATINO: That’s… a red flag. SEASHELL: HAHAHHAAHA! Ahh- <3

Was he always this much of a flirt? 

IVORY: Oh my god. OH MY GOD. MY FAVORITE AUTHOR IS OBVIOUSLY DAME OBSIDIAN!!! INK: Jesus, Iv- IVORY: I literally FORCED MYSELF to become left-handed to MATCH HER. STEEL: And I… LOVE DEDUCTIVE LOGICO’S BOOK. I thought I wouldn’t, because, you know, I hate him, but the book is just SOOO well-written and it makes me think about myself!  IRRATINO: Logico’s gone. STEEL: Don’t be stupid! He’s not ‘gONE’!

Ivory gets in Ink’s face.

IVORY: What book do YOU like. INK: I like Gainsboro… his work. His work. His book. Look, I need to work on vertical integration. 

She summons Irratino down to the basement with her. She grabs his hands.

INK: Irratino. You can’t give up now. He’s still out there. He needs you. IRRATINO: It’s been so long… I can’t… keep going like this! I haven’t slept, I haven’t eaten, I… I don’t know what to do. He’ll never forgive me.

Ink hands him Murdle (the book). And he does what he does best… he closes his eyes, flips to a random page, and AGGRESSIVELY points to something random… which happens to be Philosopher Bone. Where did he hear that name before?

He runs upstairs and tackles Seashell.

IVORY: Bruh, what is wrong with you? He didn’t even do it! IRRATINO: Does that mean you know who did? IVORY: Uh… STEEL: Girl, I TRUSTED you! SEASHELL: Why does this have to involve killing me… IVORY: Look! He trespassed. He had a MANUSCRIPT. I had to kill him. That’s just our company policy! LOOOK!!!

She shows off a piece of paper that’s just a bunch of transactions for NSFW books.

IRRATINO: …Right. IVORY: OH MY GOD, THIS ISN’T MINE, THIS ISN’T MINE!!! [runs away screaming and bawling]

Irratino doesn’t want to go back out on his own, but he has to find Logico or die trying. There are no other options.

The end!

Was that two ships confirmed in one episode?!/j

I wish the cartoon was real, especially cuz there are a lot of details that aren't really apparent otherwise (like the fact that Irratino actually hasn't smiled in several episodes), especially in body language. I've put a lot of thought into the way they all move

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[sweetmariihs2]

List of inspirations that I noticed in ✨️The Amazing Digital Circus✨️

an almost-essay (PART 1)

When I watched the first episode for the first time I started to notice several similarities to other subjects that I also like and know, other fandoms and popular things on the internet, and I soon thought about sharing them on Tumblr (which I'm doing now).

I know there will be things that other people have noticed that will be missing from the blog, but I will try to include all the things that I remember recognizing at that moment. Feel free to share them, though!

I don't know the formal names of some things I'm gonna mention, and also my english It's not the best, I'm trying to practice my writing <3

I'll have to divide this blog into two parts because Tumblr doesn't support more than 10 images per blog. grrgrrgr I really wanted to put everything together but I can't. At the end of the blog I will put a link to part 2 and you can continue reading [when i finish the part 2 of course]

1 - Popee the Perfomer

Popee the Performer is a low-budget animation made in 2000, at the time when 3d animation was still a new technology. It's a collection of shorts and they talk about three circus performers' interactions. People found this on the internet in 2021 and they started a new fandom on top of it. What makes this show talked about it's the disturbing situations the characters put themselves through. There are a lot of violent scenes and sometimes the characters die by the end of the episode, but when we go to the next one they're just alive again, and that makes us question if they are living stuck in an eternal loop with no way of getting out of that small circus setting.

The 3d is pretty simple, mostly because it's old, but that makes me think about the connections between PTP and TADG are the aesthetics, the whole "disturbing adult cartoon about serious topics with a children's colorful aesthetic" thing, and also those connections with the Nintendo 64 graphics. I'M GONNA MENTION IT TOO!!

And a part of this fandom also it's part of Raggedy Ann and Andy's fandom. They were pretty close in 2021.

2 - Raggedy Ann And Andy

Ragatha, next one

I'm kidding there's more

Their fandom started around 2021 because the YouTube algorythm just decided that it was time to recommend a video about Raggedy Andy to EVERYONE! And that's how I discovered them too <3 (I WAS THEREEE I WAS THERE). Andy got the main focus and he was everyone's dream boyfriend lol

Also that's completely unrelated but I wanted to say that I'm one of the people whose video was recommended to everyone through YouTube algorythm and helped the fandom to grow even more (I'm so proud of myself guys I'm sorry awnqbehdjwndbwjdnh)

I believe that if that first video that helped me (and more people) to discover them were never recommended to us, maybe Ragatha wouldn't even have that design!! It's alright that Ann is a doll from the 1900s, but the whole "Raggedy Ann And Andy" thing wasn't a fandom topic, they were just normal ragdolls and they were recognized only by grannies and "the anabelle doll" (this one makes me pissed)

3 - Nintendo 64 (and old 3d art)

And this recognition that it is a fandom united this subject to other famous fandoms, leading to the same audience, and this audience is also TADG's audience. I'll talk more about this at the end of the blog! (Edit: Part 2 of the blog. *silently cries*)

And there's this blog:

That low budget 3d aesthetic it's turning really popular recently. I'm not much of an expert on the subject since I don't know much about games, but I recognize it from the old graphics and my biggest reference is Mario 64. There's a good explanation for it being so popular, I have a theory that it's related to liminal spaces, but I'm not sure. Still, it's worth mentioning.... and also that bubble character really looks like chain chomp!!

They're besties

4 - liminal spaces (backrooms and the "dreamcore" aesthetic)

happy balloons because the backrooms scare me (i hate it)

I think if you're on Tumblr it's very likely that you already know what the backrooms are. A part of our reality, but outside of it. There are floors and floors of eternal levels, where you wander in the same place and don't go anywhere. As if you had broken the matrix and were trapped outside, in a bug. This has become very popular on the internet and it's interesting that it is being used as inspiration for creating a show.

Furthermore, there was also the popularization of aesthetics such as dreamcore, traumacore and weirdcore, which consist of images that look like they came out of a dream. Things that you recognize, but don't know where they came from, like a deja vu, which makes you uncomfortable. It's extremely linked to the backrooms, since it's the same feeling. Many of the images are things that take us back to childhood, to the past, but they are not right, as if they were corrupted. Old 3D is also used a lot to make some of these images, like the example I gave of the Nintendo 64. The fandoms are all interconnected!

In this whole concept they also like to be inspired by childhood characteristics, such as old images of toys, empty birthday parties, playgrounds, and it also takes us to that famous sensation on the internet that I don't remember the name of, but it is basically feeling afraid of a place where people should be going, but they aren't. Abandoned places. The fear of being alone. All those topics revolve around each other. They makes us question abour reality, "do I even exist?" (I know I do, but writing characters that way and exploring the possibilities is kinda nice)

I know a brazillian youtuber that made a good video about it, her name is Replai and in the video she talks about how Poppy Playtime's art was made, but I know that most of the people reading this don't know how to speak in portuguese so... yeah. It's a good video.

5 - Children's aesthetics (but something's off)

This gif speaks for itself. It's that traumacore/dreamcore/weirdcore thing that I was talking about.

Still talking about that empty feeling of knowing that something it's familiar but don't knowing where it came from, childhood memories can be related to this, as they are vague, distant and sometimes carry a feeling of sadness. I'm not a great expert on the subject, but somehow the way that's explored scares us, I know there's a good explanation on the internet. This reminds me of the reason why people are afraid of clowns: they wear this fixed smile on their face and try to appear friendly, but it's this frozen, empty expression that leaves us afraid that there are other intentions underneath. And the fact that they are so related to childhood and children's innocence makes us fearful, because we don't know if they can do any harm to them. (of course, this all happens subconsciously, you don't think about it that way but your brain activates this instinct of fear) (not you YOU, people with that phobia)

I refuse to believe that these things are not interconnected. There is a strange feeling that can be explored from this childish aesthetic and connection to childhood.

Many media are using this aesthetic as part of their stories, especially horror ones. Five Nights At Freddy's was a pioneer, exploring this in the early 2010s, and then there were other franchises like Poppy Playtime, Bendy And The Ink Machine, other FNAF games (and there are also discoveries of things that do this unintentionally and that were created before this popularization, like Popee the Performer. In music we also have great examples like Melanie Martinez's old albums, during the Cry Baby era. There are also other aesthetics who like to explore this childlike-creepy vibe, and they're a little unrelated to all this stuff, like Morute/Dollcore). Whenever I talk about this I remember FNAF SB Daycare, as it is the result of all these topics we have talked about so far. The Security Breach DLC "Ruin" decided to explore this fear of empty, abandoned places, but which once had happy children walking through the corridors. This feeling is very scary.

Do you remember when I gave clowns as an example? The circus is also a way to explore this scary+childhood feeling. A place where there should be lots of games, but which only causes fear, as in the case of those scary clowns. It's quite common in the media for the circus to be used as a focus of terror, however in the internet version we were talking about just now, it doesn't have to be directly a horror circus, just feeling that childish sensation and feeling that something is wrong is enough. Enough to make us feel uncomfortable. It's like the characters were suffering, but they can't scream for help, and it's a disorted vision of how a circus should look like. Hi Pomni!!

The Daycare Attendant also explores that.

6 - Bendy and Fnaf (for the same reasons I already told you all, but one more)

Jax it's Bendy's and William Afton's lost son. We don't need no DNA test.

(I'm obviously just kidding btw, his design was probably inspired by them, MOST ESPECIALLY BENDY and maybe the Cheshire Cat from Alice because of his smile??? Idk)

stay tuned for part 2 <3

[nereidprinc3ss]

• Ok first things first, this is gonna be really long, and I'm gonna send it twice cause Tumblr fucking hates me. I went back to screenshot some of my fav moments, and why did I see I didn't actually finish the fic?? 😂 I wasn't that immersed while finishing, but! I'm predicting smut, more on that later. You can't send images on anon so if this is really confusing, I'm sorry!

• Had to talk to my friend ab this even though she knows nothing ab Spencer, and thinks fics are weird. I basically yapped ab it and she said nothing lol.

• "He's sorry for not loving you?" This part is so!!! SHES SO REALL like who WILL take the fall, we need someone else to blame!!

• "The last thing i want is for us to break up" sigh, he loves her so much. It's so apparent how much he loves her, WHAT THE FUCK!!!

• "I'm so in love with you it scares me." HELLO??? HE WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HER HELLO??? OMG I wonder how this'll end

• "Spencer kisses you soft and careful" he's so cute. Oh! omg omg omg! omg omg this a great makeout, lemme calm down. SAY IT AGAIN?!?! OMG!!! They can't have sex yet but this is soo good, omg that's a crazy statement.

• "Love you. He sighs into you. I love you" nahh they gotta have sex. This is so-

• "It's ok, I was mean too" I forgot what he said at the bar, I'm too far to go look. Dang I need somebody to apologize to me like that, he's taking so much accountability this is crazy.

• "You're not immature" THAT'S WHAT HE SAID?? Dang bruh.... well that's good that he apologized.

• "As he forces you to tip your head back" Ohh they're kissing again. (Desperately trying to visualize how he's holding her) omg he's hard this is- omg omg THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE SEX but omggg I lowkey want them to. Oh yeah they're gonna have sex. Up against the wall? Is he gonna take her to her bedroom?? This is crazy, where are we going!

• "I understand you want me to stay" ok that's good they're not fucking. Omg that was intense.

• "You loook at him with big eyes" He gotta kiss her after she look like that.

• "We need to have those conversations without getting distracted" Gosh I want to be that emotionally intelligent, this is so fun to read

• "I remembered what I was gonna say" omg they're so cute. Omg everything makes sense? He knows everything tho. OMG ME AND READER ARE THE SAME! I'm literally in this fic, Sam wrote me in personally. - 💿

hehehehehh i love getting commentary like this thank you so much for sharing!!! i DID write you in personally!! i too believe they need to have ess ee ex🫢🫢🫢🫢 mwahahahahahha………

[dolcevitaaa26]

Omg this edit,i doubt he would ever say this to her,but still it's cute edit of my fave jily version

J:you loook pretty L:what did you say? J:i said you look shitty,good night Lily

[silverpaintedstars]

ASDFHLLJFSSTHJCHJN AHSOKA EPISODE

AFGFDGJDSDY SCREAMING CRYING ON MY FEET FOR 50 MINUTES

TCW FLASHBACKS HOLY OH MY GOSH HAYDEN IN THE ARMOR IMMA CRY IT LOOKS PERFECT WHEN AFTER THE FLASHBACKS AND HE WAS EVIL 😭😭😭 AND VADERS VOICE AND AHSOKA WAS LIKE NO IM GOING TO LIVE IT MADE HIM GOOD AGAIN BYE

THRSWN NEXT EPISODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JACEN AND CHOPPER R BESTIES AAAAA

HERAS SUCH A GOOD MOM

AHSOKA IN WHITE ASAASFGDSDG SHE LOOOKS SO GOOD OMG

[are-they-all-sims]

@/godlychristianmama ✅

We had some impromptu family pictures done at home! There have been some severe thunderstorms here in Oasis Springs which means Aaron's been home from work. Diana offered to take some pictures of us and we gladly accepted! I 💗my family! Can't wait to add more to this crazy bunch.

#talbertfam #welovejesus #familypics #pregnant #familyof6

10.5k likes 658 Comments:

orangebanana: The stress of cheating has really gotten to Aaron, hasn't it? He looks awful! Cute kids tho.

blessedmama3: Lovely pics! You guys are my fave! Is Aaron doing ok? He looks like he's lost some weight.

talberts4ever: OMG Violet where did you get your outfit???? GORGEOUS

snarker09: Aaron looks miserable - he's probably missing his mistress.

mollynrichardflanagan: My sweet granddaughter and her lovely family!!!!!!! YOU ALL LOOOK GREAT! LOVE MIMI

mrs.jones.always: Maybe you should turn comments off? It seems like a lot of trolls are here. Got your back always, Vi!

anonymous123: Give Aaron a chicken leg or something - dude looks like he's about to blow away if a good gust of wind hits him.

[iwtvdramacd18]

omg yes louis in braids would be such a hot loook or maybe seneglese twist that fall down to the small of his back god he would look so good

Ahhh once I recover from the weekend I might have to go and try drawing that... also just Louis with more longer hairstyles too would be fun to explore

[cho-deserved-better]

TRAIN TO NOWHERE IS SO GOOD OMG

I kin Cho he is perfect and so damn tragic. Poor guy deserved better than what happened to him (No spoilers!!) and having to put up with Z*ck.

Why do people ship Chzack?? It’s so toxic they bring out the worst in each other and Z*ck is just a typical cishet. Ew.

Choujin is where its at. LOOOK AT THEM THEY ARE PERFECT. Shujin is so sweet.

[jils-things]

HM????! CASUAL FRIEND?? I HEARD?? IT'S OKAY I CANNOT LOOK AT NORTON OR TOM TO BE HONEST WITHOUT THIINKING OF YOU SO WE'RE EVENHAHAH Me watching Mouse anon fall for Naib like I haven't thought the exact same thing about Casual Friend (pretend I've inserted that one popular cat meme with a teary-eyed screaming white cat) /lh Irene, Aryon, and Mouse anon's s/i should all hang out sometime wiwiwiw I don't know if inviting their f/os is a good idea though-- -Ekans anon!!!

WHAAAT EVER SINCE MY TOM ERA?!!?!? TJATS SO LONG AOG AWHAWOHAOHWOA THAT MAKES EM SO HAPPYWKTKFTR TAHNKYIUUU AAYAYAA

AND YES!!!! YOUR CASUAL FRIEND SEE SEE LOOK LOOOK

hes got a nice suit on what do you think uhuhhh huhhh huhu HHEHEHEHEHEHEEH

ASJDKAFJSIJDFOIASHGGS UNITED THROUGH THE CUTE DOLL GUY FROM THE GAME THAT JIL IS YAPPING ABOUT!!!!! IRENE ARYON AND MOUSE SI JUST TWIRLING AROUND TOGETHER WHEHUHEWUEHEHE YAY YAY YIPPEEEE but ermm erm ure right idk if nonnon, naib and orpheus could work out in the same room.... i dont think theyre gonna make it out alive omg /j HAHAHAHAHAHA

[mmunson86]

agreed Sundays are meant to be lazy who dare wake us up at 7 am, like hello can a bitch get some rest? Oo-oooh okay well look we can make an exception its Eddie and that smile knocks me right off my feet how can i even stay mad🥹

“I know. Perfect time for a walk in the park.”

Edward Munson you have to be kidding who goes for a walk at 7 am on a Sunday, he would be the last person i can think of who would want to be up early getting his steps in🤣

“Maybe I’ve got a surprise up my sleeve or something.”

Please Eddie stop with this BF behavior because a bitch is ready to pounce on you & ask you to marry us already staaaahp🙈

Not us avoiding this man & dragging him to get pancakes lol loook Eddie we got alot on our mind & after listening to that song you wrote?!? It left a bitch speachless because it has to be one of the sweetest things anyone has done, not just that but we got what we have been begging to get out of this man🥹💗

Ohh it cant be that bad right? They are your friends but guys yall are cock blocking hard right now, at least we have pancakes 🤣💗

Edddieeee i am melting in your presence staahp it as much as i would love to just be in this moment with you we cant just ditch your friends , work you say? 🤨🙈

“We could just take a flight out somewhere far away from them, princess. Say the word, and I’ll book it.”

Please i am screaming and loosing my mind who is this? Eddie OMG this is making my head spin this man is just he is just … i am lost for words 🥹🫶🏻

Yeah sharing is caring but this is our meal too you know, you could have ordered yourself a side of strawberries😅

Ohh relax Eddie LMAO we do care about you don’t be dramatic now , remember you hated our guts and it only took you a month to finally admit that you are like in love with us soo maybe we left out that we met Ozzy no biggie🤭💗

Eddie that’s nonsense. I am sure that Ozzy would be more than delighted to meet the boys of Corroded Coffin just keep in mind what we said clean up your act, ditch the parties & the walking STD’s that line up at your guys door every night , y’all are extremely talented🥹💗

I like how we are still guarding ourselves because well the last thing we want is to get hurt & its clear that Eddie is being true with his intentions with us…not just that but he is really trying like really really trying🥹🫶🏻💗

God wait no Eddie no no no its not what we meant ohh fuck me for goodness sakes why must things get complicated? I just want to love this man 😭

Ahh yes the walking train wrecks who sorry ladies but even your Sundays best is not enough to compete with what a real woman could offer the men of CC sorry not sorry

LOOOK you dumb cunt! LANY i am talking to you! (sorry but i cant hold back) it doesn’t matter if you knew him before he had a dime you are nothing but a pice of ass nothing he would settle down with sorry he got tired of your expired roast beed and got him a pice of filet mignon! Somebody who is willing to love him & not fuck every front man of every band! You heard him he wants nothing to do with you! Take your ass out or ill gladly do it 😉

“Where the fuck have you been hiding this, princess?”

Ohh this little number? We were just you know saving it for a special occasion or you know for the day you finally pulled your head out of your ass, glad you liked it😌

That fucking biitch! She was the one putting Eddies business out to the tabloids this entire time?!! Makes my blood boil🤬

Wait, no no wait wait wait, you can’t do this to me? Wait, STINK hold on. No, no my heart my heart I mean I understand why this has to be done but no, no my heart can’t take this somebody please and help somebody. Please hold me. I can’t do this. I’m crying I’m sobbing. I’m throwing up and not in a good way🤣😭.

my emotions throughout the entire chapter⬇️

PRICE OF FAME (PART 11/?)

gasp she's finally here !!!

18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader

summary: the last day of tour has arrived and you're pushed to make a difficult choice

contains: enemies to lovers trope, alcohol consumption, smoking, sexual themes, mentions of oral, angst, and more glimpses of eddie being boyfriend coded <3

word count: 6k

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song inspo for this chappy, thx to my stink @mmunson86 ily hehe:

Sunday mornings are meant for being lazy.

You wake up, you toss around in bed for a bit, maybe turn on the TV, and order food if you’re at a nice hotel like you are now— which had been your plan. You had wanted to try the strawberry crepes here for ages, and you planned to finally order it to start the last day of your short-lived tour on the right foot— but apparently, someone doesn’t believe in the mainstream concept of Sunday morning.

It’s seven in the morning when you get a knock on your door. You want to ignore it— and you have every intention to do so— except the person at the door is incessant and apparently doesn’t get the hint of silence.

It makes sense, though, when you open the door to see who is banging on your door like a madman. Eddie, of course. 

“Housekeeping!”

He’s got a cute, wide smile and damp curls that make your chest flutter even though you still have one foot in a dream. Although, you think the dream might be the man standing before you, clad in jeans and a graphic tee, and beaming at you.

“Eddie, it’s seven in the morning.” You grumble.

Eddie’s smile widens, “I know. Perfect time for a walk in the park.” He says before pushing past you and walking into your room. Your eyebrows furrow as you watch him walk over to your window and open the blinds. You rapidly blink at the sunlight, “I– what? A walk?”

Eddie turns to you, smiling still as he nods, “Yes. Down at Central Park. They’ve always got cute dogs down there, and I know a place with pancakes to die for.”

You’re too tired to even wrap your mind around how cute of an image Eddie with dogs would be, “Woah… woah, woah, wait— Eddie, I— I would love to,” you blink hard, “But I’m still half asleep, and I only got to bed like four hours ago, so I think I’d pass out on a walk right now.” You softly laugh.

You feel a twinge of guilt stir in your gut, so you step forward to Eddie, reaching out to rest a hand on his bicep and gently squeeze, “Why don’t we order coffee up and sit on the balcony until my mind warms up a bit?” You offer.

Which, now that you think of it, was a perfect idea because there’s a cool breeze this morning that gives you an excuse to press up against Eddie’s side and curl into the heat of him as you sip on warm coffee and watch Eddie burn through cigarettes. Eddie was bold enough to drag your legs to rest across his lap, and you decide to blame your compliance on lack of sleep rather than desire.

“Are you nervous for tonight?” You wonder aloud, watching as the morning sun cracks through his fluttering eyelashes. Eddie’s lips pull into a smile, “No.” He leans into you, “Are you?”

You snort, pressing your fingers into the warm ceramic mug, “Why would I be nervous?”

Eddie shrugs, “Maybe I’ve got a surprise up my sleeve or something.” He teases. His fingers are warm and send goosebumps across your skin as they dance across your leg, inching up your thigh until you slightly squirm. Eddie doesn’t even try to hide the smirk on his lips.

You ignore his wandering hands as best as you can, although the lick of heat that runs up your spine when he fiddles with the hem of your baggy shirt sends your mind spinning, a dull throb of your center when his knuckles brush the crease of your hip. You raise an eyebrow, gazing at him and cocking your head to the side, “Well, do you?”

Eddie glances at you, busy drawing stars inside your thighs, “No.”

You roll your eyes, shoving your foot into his jean-clad thigh as he barks out a laugh, hands squeezing your bare calves. “That’s not funny, Munson. You’re on probation, you know?”

Eddie tilts his head, dreamy gaze in his eyes as he gently squeezes your calves, “I know. I’m working on it, though… which reminds me—” You take a deep breath, slinking your legs out of his grip and sitting up straight to stretch, “Think I’m in the mood for those pancakes now.” You hum.

Eddie gazes at you, jaw loose as he watches you stand up and completely dodge what he’s been spinning out about for the last twenty-four hours. “Birdie—” “Yeah, I’m starving now that I think of it. Let’s go.” You wrap your fingers around his wrist and tug him up, ignoring his grumbles of protest.

It should be studied, the pull Eddie has on you, because here you both are in a booth at an old breakfast diner, and all you can think about is how you want nothing more than to slink over to the other side and burrow yourself in the warmth of his embrace.

But Eddie’s friends are here.

The entire ensemble: Nancy, Robin, Steve, Gareth, Jeff, and even Eric, who you hardly even see because he’s the busiest with groupies out of the Corroded Coffin band.

They caught you and Eddie on your way down to the lobby, and well… they just tagged along. Eddie wasn’t so happy about it, mumbling about how he can never shake these assholes, but you just snickered and told him to be nice.

So, now, you’re sitting across from Eddie in a diner with the smell of pancakes and maple syrup wafting through the air and a friendly chatter ringing throughout the table.

You try your hardest to pay attention to the conversations, but it’s hard when Eddie is glancing at you with these eyes that melt your insides. It doesn’t help when he leans forward on the table, shoulders pressing into the edge as his fingers skim your knee beneath it. You raise an eyebrow when he takes a menu, opens it, and stands it up to block the view of his friends as he beckons you forward. You lean forward, chest fluttering at the sight of Eddie’s pretty eyes so up close, pouty lips and curly hair that you want to reach out and card your fingers through. He’s a dream, no doubt about it.

“Let’s ditch them.”

You snort, rolling your eyes, “You can’t ditch your friends, Eddie.”

Eddie makes a face, “Why not? They crashed, and I have work to do.”

You tilt your head in confusion, “Work?”

Eddie grumbles, his voice carrying an obvious tone, “Yeah, I’ve only got until tonight to pay my dues.” He reminds you. You hum with a teasing glint, “I reckon that’s a fault on your part, Munson.”

Before Eddie can respond, the menu is torn out of his hands to reveal Gareth and Jeff snickering, “You do know we can still see you two, right?” Eric teases.

Eddie rolls his eyes, “I don’t know if you dipshits got the memo, but you definitely weren’t invited to this.”

You giggle, nudging your foot against his shin, “Don’t be rude,” You mumble. “Yeah, Eddie, don’t be rude.” Robin teases. 

Eddie grumbles, ignoring his snickering friends as he stands up, “All of you can fuck right off.” He sticks up a decorated middle finger to his table of friends, and you smile as you slide out of the booth, warmth spreading through your body when he reaches around to grab your sweater. 

“Oh, come on, we were just joking, Eds!”

Eddie waves them off, slinking an arm around your body to rest a hand on the small of your back, gently ushering you toward the exit as his friends create a scene.

“Hey, don’t be late to soundcheck, asshole, we won’t hear the end of it from Richie!” Jeff calls out, but Eddie doesn’t answer because he’s walking you both outside of the diner and muttering something about them being a pain in his ass.

“We could just take a flight out somewhere far away from them, princess. Say the word, and I’ll book it.” Eddie jokingly offers. You smile as you take your sweater from him with a small thanks, “They love you. That’s a good thing to have.” You remind him. Eddie rolls his eyes, scratching at the back of his neck as you begin walking down the street, “Sure, except not when I have important things to do. Which, when are you gonna put me out of my misery and tell me what you think?”

You hum, feing ignorance as you blink up at Eddie, “Think about what, Eddie?” 

Eddie stares at you, blinking once before his lips spread into a smile, “You’re lucky you’re pretty.” He teasingly says through gritted teeth, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in as he jokingly presses his palm to your face, laughing as you squeal and squirm in his hold. “Eddie Munson thinks I’m pretty. How cute.” You mock as you grapple at his wrist, prying his hand from your face, “Only took him a month to figure that out.”

Eddie laughs, “See, that’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart,” He drawls, “I always knew you were pretty. I never thought you weren’t pretty. Who told you that?” “Nobody told me that; you just,” you shrug, “Kind of hated my guts, so it went hand in hand.”

Eddie’s eyes soften at that, and your cheeks warm as his gaze zones in on you. You clear your throat, glancing away, “Are we going to eat or what, Munson? I told you I’m starving, and you just dragged me out of that diner, so.” 

Eddie nods, “Yeah, yeah,” He waves before lacing his fingers with yours to drag you along, “I got a place in mind; let’s go.”

“If you wanted strawberries on your pancakes, then you should’ve asked for them.”

Eddie, you are learning, has sticky fingers. Sticky in the metaphorical sense where he just takes things without asking and sticky in the literal sense where he keeps reaching over to steal strawberries from your plate and ends up dipping his fingers in your maple syrup as well.

He’s like a child for fucks sake! Touching things he shouldn’t be touching and grinning at you with a ‘you can’t do anything about it because I’m cute’ glint in his eyes.

You watch as Eddie sucks the syrup off his thumb and smirks at you as he says, “Sharing is caring, you know?”

You look at his plate, tilting your head with a smirk before asking, “Yeah? Then can I have your hash browns?” Eddie glances at his plate, a frown spreading across his lips as he looks at you, “But there’s barely any left.” He points out.

Your eyebrows raise, and he sighs in defeat, cutting into his hash browns to give you half of it. You snicker as he carefully reaches over to put the side dish on your plate, pursing your lips to hold a laugh when you look up at him. “What’s so funny?” He grumbles, stabbing into his food and shoving a fork full into his mouth.

“Nothing. I just, like, hate hash browns.”

Eddie stops midchew, looking up at you for a brief moment. He’s silent as he resumes chewing his food and swallowing, quietly eyeing you for a moment before clearing his throat. “You hate hash browns?” He asks.

You nod as you take a bite of your eggs, and Eddie looks at you like you just told him something concerning. “I—... what do you mean you hate hash browns? Do you like potatoes?”

You shrug, taking a sip of your drink, “Sure.”

“Do you like fries?”

“I love fries.”

“Tater tots?”

“I like them every now and then,” You shrug.

Eddie’s head cocks in confusion, eyes narrowing, “So what’s the problem with hash browns?”

Your eyebrows raise, and an amused smile spreads across your lips, “Holy shit. I’m getting the sense that you might, I don’t know… love hash browns or something?”

Eddie scoffs, “Of course I fucking love hash browns. Are you fucking kidding me? Who doesn’t like hash browns?”

“Tommy Lommi.”

“Well then, they’re fucking weird— wait…” Eddie blinks at you and stares like you’ve just discovered time travel. “What do you mean, Tommy Lommi? How do you know Tommy Lommi hates hash browns?”

You shrug, “Ate breakfast with the band a few years ago. They gave him hash browns, and he returned the entire plate. A lot of people hate hash browns, Eddie.”

Eddie waves a hand in dismissal, scooting closer to the table as he responds in a hurried and amused tone, “You had breakfast with Black fucking Sabbath?” He exclaims.

You hold back a smile as you blink at the man before you, his brown eyes wide and blown from adrenaline, “Yeah, it— it was, like, a work thing. I was doing a short piece on them, so Anna and I had lunch with them and their manager.” At the mention of your manager's name, you make a mental note to call and update her on your piece.

Eddie raises two hands to his head, grasping his hair like he’s in distress, as he lets out a loud sound, drawing attention. You giggle, reaching out to grab his wrist and lower him back down to the table, “Eddie, you’re making a scene—” “You met Ozzy, and you just, like, casually forgot to mention that to me? Like he’s not my idol? Like he’s not my literal lord and savior? Do you even care about me?” He exclaims in a loud voice. 

Your eyes widen in amusement as the man practically spins out right in front of you. “I’m sorry! I didn’t think it— wait, haven’t you met him before? Like on a red carpet or something?”

Eddie scoffs, leaning back into the booth and pulling a face like the words you’ve just said are rubbish. “Yeah, right. Like Ozzy Osborne would willingly surround himself with a bunch of untrained nuts like the boys of Corroded Coffin. He’s a professional, Birdie. That’s an insult.”

You giggle, gently nudging your plate away, taking a deep breath from feeling so full as you shrug, “Maybe if you cleaned up your act, it would happen.” You teasingly say.

Eddie looks at you, runs his eyes over your face, and smirks as he folds his arms over his chest, reaching up with one hand to twirl a piece of his hair between his fingers. “Yeah? And how do you suggest we do that?” He slinks his feet forward, gently tapping his shoe against yours before hooking an ankle around yours.

You hum, “I don’t know. Maybe cut back on the parties. Less reckless act and more calculated rockstar. Less groupies… none, if that.” You mutter the last part, and Eddie snickers. He hums as well, tipping his head side to side as if he’s thinking, “And would you say maybe,” He clears his throat, “Like, a girlfriend would do good as well?”

You huff out a laugh, “Nice try, Munson.” You snicker. “You’re far from girlfriend status with me.” 

Eddie lowly hums, taking a deep breath as he shifts in his seat, “Yeah, well, I intend on changing that, so, are you done eating?”

Eddie’s sure that Richie will chew him out.

It’s the last day of tour before the next leg starts in a month, and Eddie is almost an hour late to soundcheck. Richie was adamant about being on schedule for today because it’s the last show, and Richie’s a goddamn perfectionist (who would take on the job of managing a group of rowdy rockstars if they have the personality of a fucking sergeant?). But honestly, Eddie doesn’t have a single bone in him that cares because— well, why would he care when he’s spent all day with you practically pressed into his side? 

You’re Eddie’s every dream compacted into the cutest, kindest, prettiest human he’s ever fucking known, and Eddie keeps having these moments where he wants to smash his head through a brick wall for ever letting a cruel word form on his tongue towards you. He would pay an endless amount of money to rewind time and do it over again, do it right, and give you the respect you deserve.

Then maybe you would stop dodging his kisses.

“Come on, just one?” He begs, watching as you walk a few steps ahead of him. Eddie won’t lie; it’s a great view he’s got from behind. You’re wearing these black ripped jeans that hug your ass and thighs so perfectly Eddie wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into you.

You shake your head, “Nope. A kiss has never been a kiss with you, and I’m not too keen on giving Richie more reasons to put me in time-out. You’re also definitely still on probation.”

Eddie grunts, “This is just cruel, sweetheart.”

He jogs a bit to catch up to speed with you, “While we’re on the topic, what’d he say to you?”

You glance at Eddie, brows furrowing, “Who? Richie?”

Eddie nods, and you shrug. “I assume the same thing he told you. Told me to hold off on it until the magazine blows over in the fanbase.”

Eddie hums because, well, that’s not what Richie told Eddie. Actually, Richie told Eddie to just forget it, don’t even attempt to do anything with that woman because when you fuck up, I’m gonna be the one left to clean it up. And isn’t that Richie’s fucking job? Isn’t that precisely why Richie was hired? To clean up the boys’ mess and make their appearance seem squeaky clean. 

“I don’t blame him, though.” 

Eddie’s neck practically snaps in your direction, and he has to stop you from walking any further down the backstage hallways because what the fuck are you saying right now?

“What do you mean?”

You shrug, glancing up at Eddie, “I mean, he’s just doing his job, Eddie. He’s trying to protect your image, and, honestly, I didn’t understand where he was coming from until he pointed out that I’m still practically press in the eyes of the industry, so.”

“Well, that’s bullshit.” Eddie snaps. Doesn’t mean to snap, really. Doesn’t mean to have a harsh tone or sound upset with you because he’s not. He’s upset with the situation and the absolute mess he’s created from having his head up his ass for so long. He’s upset because he doesn’t want to wait until the magazine blows over. He’s upset because he’s finally admitting to what he wants, and you’re right there, and he wants to work on getting you but fucking Richie— jesus christ, Eddie’s going to choke that bastard.

“That doesn’t even fucking make sense,” Eddie exclaims, “I already fucked up. There’s not much to fuck up at this rate.”

“It’s different when there’s feelings involved, Eddie.” And Eddie doesn’t like that. He doesn’t like that you sound as if you’re siding with Richie, and he doesn’t like that you’re using your hot ass journalist tone with him. “What difference does it make?” Eddie stresses.

“Because shit could hit the fan. Things could go bad again, and, in Richie’s eyes, I could easily become an enemy. It’s a rational call to make.”

No.

No, no, no, this isn’t what Eddie wants, and it’s not how Eddie wants you picturing what you two could be— a disaster. 

Eddie blinks, heart pounding in his chest because god, he wants you and he’s scared he’s lost you before even getting the chance to fix things. “So… is that— is that what you want? To wait?”

You gaze up at Eddie, “I— no?”

Eddie frowns, stomach churning as you look away to avoid his gaze, “That didn’t sound confident. You don’t want to do this?”

“It’s… That’s not what I’m saying. I just— I’m not quite sure where this is aiming.”

“What do you mean? I told you how I feel.”

You make an exasperated noise, stepping out from the wall Eddie had you caged against, “No, you haven’t told me how you feel. You’ve told me what you want. That’s not enough.”

And you’re looking at Eddie with these eyes that make him want to crack open his chest and let you see it for yourself because fuck, the only time Eddie has ever confessed his feelings to someone, she ended up breaking his heart without a single care in the world.

And for this entire month, you’ve been slipping from Eddie’s hands, but this is the time that he’s actually felt it. He feels dizzy and sick and so angry with himself.

“I— well, how do you feel?” Eddie asks.

It’s like time slows as you gaze up at Eddie, eyes filled with so many words and uncertainty that Eddie has only himself to blame for. “I don’t know.” You softly reply.

Eddie says nothing as he stares back, gently nodding as you slink your arms around yourself, “I don’t know, Eddie. I’m… I don’t know this side of you— and that’s not to say I don’t like or want it, but— but what happens when we get bored without the chase?” 

Eddie’s heart breaks. 

“When?”

Your eyes fall shut, and you shake your head, “That’s not what I meant–” “But that’s what you said.”

“Yes, but I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. You know what I mean, Eddie.”

Eddie scoffs as he steps back, “No, Birdie, honestly, I don’t. I’m actually, like, really fucking confused right now.”

Your face twists in defense and your eyes glint with something that Eddie can’t quite put his finger on, and it makes him want to scream. “You seriously can’t be upset with me for being hesitant on this, Eddie.”

Eddie looks at you, pauses, and holds his breath before shaking his head, “No, I’m—” He steps forward, “I’m sorry. I’m not upset.”

Your lips are pulled into a frown as Eddie reaches out to softly skim his knuckles across your elbow, silently asking for you to stay open for him. “I’m not upset with you.” He repeats. 

You don’t step closer or move away, and Eddie takes that as a win either way. But before either of you can say anything else, Eddie is being whisked away with his assistant and promising to finish the conversation afterward.

You don’t see Eddie for the rest of the day, and for the first time, it’s not Eddie’s fault but yours.

You regret to admit that the small dispute you and Eddie had caused you to spiral within your thoughts, and you spent most of the day holed up in your room packing, writing, pacing, and thinking until you exhausted yourself. On a good note, though, the day passes quickly, and before you know it, you’re making your way down the Madison Square Garden backstage halls.

You’ve walked these halls enough to know your way around by heart now, so you don’t have trouble finding the dressing room. The usual small group of ladies that stand outside are there in their Sunday best for the show finale, passing a blunt between each other— and you don’t even notice the missing leader of the group until she’s storming out of the room.

“Fuck you, Eddie!” She turns to yell into the room. You watch from a few feet away, stunned and slightly terrified. She’s beautiful, even as mad as she is now; her red hair is styled in bouncy curls that jump and jolt with each wave of her hand, her heeled boots clicking on the ground with each stomp of her heel. She steps into the room, pointing at someone who you can only assume to be Eddie, but the door obstructs your view, “I knew you before you had a single fucking dime! If you think for one second she’s gonna stick with you through all of your bullshit rock and roll facade, then you’re wrong!” She snaps.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Kenny, please get rid of her.” You hear the familiar grumble of Eddie’s voice. Kenny, the security guard by the door, steps forward and ushers the angry woman away from the threshold. “Don’t fucking touch me.” She snatches her arm from his hold, and Kenny lifts a hand in surrender, “Look, I’m gonna have to get you banned from the building if you don’t leave. Make my job easier, please.” Kenny replies in a bored tone.

The girl scoffs with a roll of her eyes before turning around and storming down the hall, her posse quickly trotting behind.

You don’t hear the usual chatter in the dressing room, so you’re slightly suspicious as you walk up, kindly smiling towards Kenny as he lets you in. The door shuts behind you, and you take in the empty room, void of the usual hustle of band members and staff. 

“Kenny, I swear to god, if it’s another groupie, I’m gonna fire you.” You hear Eddie say from the ensuite restroom. Eddie doesn’t notice you as he walks into the room, busy ruffling his hair up for the show and walking toward the vanity, “I already told you who to let in.” 

Finally, Eddie lifts his head, a cigarette hanging from his lips as his eyes brighten when he sees you through the vanity mirror. You smile, shifting in your spot as Eddie whips around to look at you, “Hi.”

Eddie’s eyes widen as he takes in the view, eyes raking over your body as he blindly snuffs out his cigarette on the wooden vanity, face stunned as he walks over to you, “What the fuck?” He lowly says.

He’s reaching out to loop his fingers around your wrist and bring you closer, eyes traveling further and further down your frame, “What the fuck?” He repeats.

“Eddie,” You groan. “Where the fuck have you been hiding this, princess?” He exclaims.

“It’s nothing. Stop.” You grumble, but Eddie only shakes his head, “Nothing? Are you insane?” He steps back, hand wrapped in yours as his teeth dig into his bottom lip, “Let me look at you, come on.”

Your dress is black, tight, and form-fitting, with an off-the-shoulder neckline and a puffy lace hem matching the long sleeves' scrunchie endings. Two thin black straps hug your shoulders, tauntingly digging into your collarbones. The dress stops just above the middle of your thigh, leaving little to the imagination—- much in Eddie’s favor. Below the dress peeks out a black garter belt, two shiny silver clips winking at Eddie as they hold up your black thigh-high stockings. Your feet are held in shiny black stilettos. Sex.

Eddie nearly whimpers.

Eddie wants to sink to his knees, push up the skirt of your dress, and stuff his face between your legs. He wants to make you cum on his tongue until you’re pushing him away and begging for a break. Wants to feel the nylon stretch of your stockings scratching up against his ears as your legs clamp around his head. God, Eddie wants it, he wants it so fucking bad.

You smell sweet and taste even sweeter when Eddie presses his lips to yours, practically swallowing you whole— he would if he had the choice. Your lips split into a smile against Eddie’s, breathily laughing as he blindly leads you to the vanity, walking until he feels your body softly thud against the counter.

“Jesus. I’m gonna fuckin’ lose it,” Eddie grumbles against your lips, sloppy and wet, as he trails down to your jaw, neck, and collarbones. His hands are greedy as they grapple at your hips, squeezing the thicker parts to tilt you towards him, groaning when your pelvis drags against his quickly hardening length. You pant his name, one hand dropping to steady yourself against the counter as the other hand sinks into his damp, curly strands. Eddie groans, stuffing his face into your neck, licking and biting as he grinds you against him. You’re all whiney breaths and moans, and Eddie just can’t help himself when he nudges his nose against the strap of your dress before sticking his tongue out and dragging it up the length of the flimsy black piece.

Your head drops back, chest rising and falling with a sinful glisten under the vanity lights as Eddie drags his tongue all the way from your shoulder to your chin before smashing his lips back onto yours, fingers curled around the base of your neck. Wet, hot, and heavy.

Your lips curl against Eddie’s mouth, hips grinding against him, “S-should I be concerned about the angry woman that just stormed out of here?” You lowly ask.

Eddie laughs, smearing his lips against yours, teasingly flicking his tongue into your mouth, “Definitely not. Good fucking riddance.” Eddie can’t wait to tell you all about how he learned about Lany’s money-greedy actions that led him to the page of every tabloid with a false girlfriend.

You fail terribly to hold the snort that rises in your throat, and Eddie cuts it off with his mouth, swallowing your hums as he presses his body into yours. 

“Want you.” Eddie needily whispers. You whine, fingers curling against Eddie’s roots to draw a throaty groan from him. “Need to have you, baby—” “I— wait, wait, wait.” Your hands are pressing against Eddie’s shoulders, and god, Eddie feels lightheaded as he pulls away, blown-out eyes blinking down at you.

You huff, squirming against the counter, breath heavy and bated as you reach down to tug your dress down, “We need to talk.” 

Eddie swallows, running a hand through his hair as he gazes at you— and fuck, he’s so hard, and you’re so pretty, and Eddie thinks he might bust just looking at you.

Still, Eddie blinks through the thick fog of arousal and nods, taking a moment to not-so-discreetly adjust himself within his pants. 

Ever the gentleman, Eddie offers you the seat at the vanity, but you only shake your head, and well— fuck, Eddie just wants to get back to kissing you so he doesn’t fight it. He hops up onto the chair and gazes at you as you lean back against the vanity, fingers fidgeting with one another.

You’re avoiding Eddie’s gaze, and Eddie doesn’t like it very much, so he distracts himself by lighting a cigarette, but it does little to aid him in distraction when the words slip from your mouth.

“I think we need time away from each other.”

Eddie’s looking at you like you just told him you killed his dog, and you hate that you start feeling as if you’re wrecking everything when you know— when you both know— this is the best thing for the future.

The unlit cigarette between Eddie’s lips is removed and tossed to the side as he blinks at you, shaking his head with a confused and hurt expression, “W–what do you mean?”

You slink your arms across your body from instinct, mentally pushing yourself to stand on the rocky island you’ve built— because even though you want nothing more than to cave and throw yourself into Eddie’s arms and start over, it’s not right. You didn’t start on a good note, and it’s unfair to yourself or Eddie to avoid fully acknowledging that just because of your intense pull toward one another. You both need time.

“I don’t understand.”

“Just so we can have the space to figure out what we want and need from each other, you know?”

Eddie runs a hand over his face, “Is this about what happened earlier? Because I was being an asshole, I know, and I’m sorry, but just give me a chance–” You shake your head, stepping closer to Eddie and running your fingers over his wrists, “No. No, that’s not what this is about— I mean, it might’ve spurred it on, but it was on my mind before that.”

Eddie’s face twists in defeat, “I want to fix what I did, baby, just give me a chance.” 

You push his long bangs from his eyes, “I am, Eddie. I promise I am. But I need space— we need space.”

Eddie doesn’t even look at you, and your heart aches. “Everything’s been so quick, Eddie. It’s only been a month, and there’s been so many emotions—”

“That’s bullshit, Birdie, and you know it.”

You tense at his harsh tone, “Excuse me?”

“You said when,” He reminds you, “When you get bored. You really expect me to believe you ‘just want space’? You’re scared.” 

Your eyebrows dip in anger then, eyes narrowing at the man in front of you as your chest tightens, “And you’re not?”

“Yes!” He exclaims, ringed hands flailing in exasperation. “Yes, I’m fucking scared, obviously. I never would’ve fucked up this bad if I wasn’t scared.”

Your eyes are brimmed with tears, and you’re beginning to think maybe you shouldn’t have even come tonight. Maybe you should’ve just left without a single word and made Eddie hate you all over again. At least the foundations of your relationship were solid and clearly stated then.

How could everything have gotten so confusing in such little time?

Eddie notices your shifting demeanor and breathes, rubbing his eyes and smudging his eyeliner. You fight the instinct to reach out and fix it for him. “Okay, so… you want time apart.”

You nod, fingers twisting amongst themselves. Eddie turns his rings around his knuckles as silence cracks down on you both. Eddie swallows, eyes catching yours for a split moment, “Okay.” He nods.

You want to sink your hands into his and tell him you’re hurting just as much, wanting him just as much, but if you touch him now, you’re afraid you’ll never let go.

“It’ll be good, Eds.” You softly say.

The curtain of his hair obstructs Eddie’s face, but through the tiny windows, you can see the twitch of pain that flashes across his features. “Are you staying for the show?” He asks, eyes trained on his busy fingers, rings glistening in the lights. God, you want to give in to him so badly.

You shift in your spot, clearing your throat and blinking away tears, ��I’ll never leave if I do…”

As if on cue, Kenny opens the door and pokes his head into the room, calling for Eddie to notify him of the running clock. You and Eddie only speak through gazes for a split moment, and you both know if he stays any longer, neither will leave this room. You only have enough strength to nod towards the door.

You can’t even watch Eddie leave. Because watching Eddie go seems to be the recurring theme of the month— but now, you’re sending him away— and it hurts. You were so close yet so far away from justice.

The dressing room is vast and holds Eddie's phantom presence and smell, and you can’t seem to hold the silent tears that end up soaking your cheeks. You can hear the distant screaming of fans, the loud booming of the opening to a song, and deep down, you understand that if you don’t leave now, you’ll end up in the crowd, there’s no doubt.

You don’t recognize the opening song for tonight, but you hear the words and Eddie’s voice crystal clear— tugging you back with every step you take towards the arena's door.

My head is haunting me and my heart feels like a ghost

I need to feel something, 'cause I'm still so far from home

Cross your heart and hope to die

Promise me you'll never leave my side

…..

So, you can drag me through hell

If it meant I could hold your hand

I will follow you, 'cause I'm under your spell

And you can throw me to the flames

I will follow you, I will follow you

The song echoes in your mind from the time the door slams shut to the moment you step into your cold apartment in Michigan, and it never stops.

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part twelve

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a/n: OHHH PLS DONT HATE ME IT HAD TO BE DONE AND IM SORRY THIS IS ON NEW YEARS EVE !!! these two will be back for one more round of fun in 2024. ok let me shut up before i start saying all my sob shit

as always, thank u for reading if you've made it this far and i appreciate any feedback, ILY AND I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A BEAUTIFUL NEW YEARS, STAY SAFE PLS <3

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[magpie-trinkets]

> *light-hearted piano note*

> YOU'RE NOW LISTENING TO

> *car crash*

> *a seagull cries in the background*

> 103.11

> *metal pipe*

> ETERNAL DIVA FM

> *the first chrods of Toccata & Fugue in D Minor*

> *Wilhelm scream*

> WHERE WE PLAY NOTHING BUT ETERNAL DIVA, ETERNAL DIVA AND MORE ETERNAL DIVA

> *polite cough*

> *metal pipe 2*

> THIS AIN'T YOUR PROFESSOR'S STATION

> *Bad To The Bone starts playing*

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We resume our scheduled programming by analysing the first frame of this day, which is a close-up of the music sheet. I am an expert in reading music.² That's some longy-long notes, as evidenced by the line that connects them up top. There are a total of 11 sounds in that, with barely any space between them: I would imagine they play somewhat fast. There seems to be a metallic ruler on the side, probably measuring in centimetres? Decimetres? There aren't any numbers written, so we can't known if the long lines are the 1 unit. From the sheer size of this thing, I would say they are decimetres, but again, difficult to say.

The paper is so full of holes it resembles cheese. Poor paper. I can't see any pattern still, but they are within the lines. If you look at them sideways they seem to be aligned in, well, lines, with various notes apparently playing at the same time. If this is, in fact, a reference to organ music, it would make sense to have chords that can be played by pressing various keys at the same time.

So, we have like two separate sheets with different notes and chords and all those sounds– played at the same time, most likely, and by different instruments, one an organ, the other a... anything. Could this be a reference to the Detragan? That Thing has like five different instruments built in. Ozro isn't playing it, last we saw, but this seems to be an automatic music player– the paper has been descending at a constant rate, or should I say, measure.

Our protagonists have returned to the scene of the crime. We should keep in mind that the Layton-shaped Object (the figure leading the group) has considered a mysterious ore, a whale skeleton and a marine fossil, clues that seem important to solve the puzzle posed by the machine currently playing. After considering these clues he has come to an answer that he seems to have yet to share: Jenis still looks concerned and confused, and Luke is engaging the professor in conversation.

They seem to be walking leisurely along the corridor between the seats, most probably the one with the trapdoors. Even though the sheet is almost consumed in its entirety, the Layton-shaped Object isn't in a rush. There are no background characters, and everything looks clean and orderly. I would've expected, after all that panic, to see some chaos: a gum stuck to the back of the chair, a forgotten purse, a tear in the cloth, a scrape in the plastic from someone's shoe.³

HE'S SO FUCKING CUTE ARRGGGGGGHHHHHGHG LOOK AT HIS SMILE. AND HIS STUPID LITTLE DOT EYES.

He seems to be happy and calm, speaking in low, gentle tones, explaining something (please???? just a crumb of information good sir?????). I wo–

THE BABYYYYYYYYY HE'S SO BABYYYYYYYY LOOOK AT HIM HOLY SHIT!!!! SO CUTE!!! HE DESERVES THE WORLD.

Luke listens attentively to whatever the Layton-shaped Object (the one wearing the orange contraption).

AAAAAUAUUAAUAAAAAUUAAAAAAAA

IMIMFIGMGKMIGMK!!!!!!!! OMG?? HOLYSHIT

Sorry, I don't have anything to analyse here. Just the Luke frames.

HE TAKES A LITTLE NOTEBOOK (FOR THE LITTLE BOY) (WITH TINY LETTERS).

And no, the golden text isn't legible. Luke has, very adorably, taken out his notebook in response to the Layton-shaped Object's words– most likely checking his notes. The ones he previously wrote, or ones already written? Or is he going to write more? Intriguing. If only we could hear this conversation. He does forgo the pen, so maybe he's just checking something.

This next frame is very similar to the one originally reblogged, so I'll save you the trip. The camera once again pans out to focus on our protagonists. The Layton-shaped Object smiles, quite literally making the following face:

:- )

As for Luke, he studies some blocks of text (illegible) with great concentration. Jenis has lost the worried look, and seems to be looking towards the stage with interest– lost in her own thoughts, maybe? It's hard to gauge her gaze's direction with big, big eyes. She could be looking at the Layton-shaped Object or Luke's notes! She's certainly not looking at the camera.

Nothing much happens in these frames, just some calm conversation, characters looking and talking to one another, changes in angles.

I still haven't met the image limit. I shall fix that posthaste.

There, image limit met.

¹. Does the radio exist in the Layton universe? It does, right? Is the radio used as a plot device, however minor, ever? I can't think of an example off the top of my head right now.

². I say, like a liar.

³. I mean, of course they keep the Crown Petone, luxury opera house, in excellent condition and gum-free, but after the Incidents, especially the Undertale Incident, I would expect some property damage. At least some broken chairs from people pushing each other? Or maybe the chairs are just that resilient. Luxury chairs. Of course.

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