#i didn’t fully think about the fact that this is her first album since coming out

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BILLIE EILISH QUEER ALBUM SHE DID THIS FOR MEEEEEEEEEE

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🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 95 🔞

Prompt: Straight Sex pt 2 / How Many Juyeon Ships Can I Write - Juyeon x Julie (Kiss of Life)

Tags: Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), public sex, come play, they’ve been drinking but aren’t drunk, Julie orders Juyeon around but he’s into it

A/N: I got a request for this ship (I love requests! 💕) & I’m not hugely familiar with Kiss of Life so if Julie is off in your mind, apologies. That being said this is fiction & not meant to represent the actual people in any way. This is not set in any of the previous universes involving Juyeon tempted as I was to tie this into yesterday’s entry.

Juyeon had a love / hate relationship with music festivals. He loved them because he got to see a lot of people he didn’t usually get to see. He hated them because his increasingly introverted personality got overwhelmed with events and activities quickly. He’d essentially snuck out to have dinner on his own when his phone went off.

Jules💎: I see you 👀

Juyeon looked around and then met the pretty (currently) brunette’s eyes at the other end of the bar. She was also alone. She nodded to the empty seat next to him.

Juyeon: Sure

He could tell when she got the message. She grinned at her phone, locked it, and hopped off her seat with her drink in hand to sit next to him.

“Wasn’t expecting to see you here,” she smiled when she sat down. She was in a black minidress and full hair and makeup.

“Were you expecting someone?” he asked after taking her in fully.

“Came straight from a shoot. Told the girls I needed a little me time. You?” she asked.

“Practice,” Juyeon replied, sipping his drink and trying to ignore the fact he was barefaced and threw on whatever was clean after he showered.

“Do you want to be left alone?” she asked.

“What? Why?” Juyeon asked.

“You just seem a little uninterested, that’s all,” she replied.

“No, not at all. I’m just a little overwhelmed. I know my MBTI says I’m an E, but I’m not feeling like it right now,” Juyeon told her.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m definitely an E and sometimes I need to be alone for a while that’s not in the bathroom,” Julie smiled at him.

“Sometimes I don’t even get that,” Juyeon rolled his eyes. Julie laughed.

“No boundaries in your house either, eh?” she said.

“Zero,” he replied. “Especially Eric. He gets offended if I lock the door because I need to take a shit in peace.”

Julie almost snorted her drink.

“I’m sorry, that was way too much information,” Juyeon hid his face.

“I’m the uncouth American, remember?” she smiled, reaching over to tilt his chin to look back at her.

“Right,” he smiled back.

“Another round and split one of these obscenely expensive appetizers?” she suggested.

“Sounds great,” Juyeon finished his drink and Julie ordered for them. He liked not having to think. He liked it a lot. It was easy talking to her while they ate and drank.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m not quite ready to call it a night yet,” she said, resting her hand on his thigh. It had been a while since he’d gotten laid and even longer since he’d fucked Julie. Her thirst traps did take up a lot of space in his encrypted photo album though. That tiny waist. That tiny fucking waist got to him every time.

“Tell me what to do,” he replied.

“I like my men big, dumb, and obedient,” she grinned. “Follow me to the bathroom. I checked earlier. They’re all private.”

“Did you plan on this?” he asked as she led him down the hall.

“Not exactly. I was just freshening up, but when I saw you by yourself I thought there was a decent chance. I know you’re not shy about fucking in public,” she replied.

“No,” Juyeon shook his head. Their first time was in the bathroom at one of the music shows. And their second. And their fifth. She pulled them into one of the bathrooms and locked the door behind them. She hopped up on the counter and spread her legs, revealing she wasn’t wearing panties.

“You, you were…” Juyeon stammered.

“I had them on for the shoot, but not since I got here,” she told him, reaching between her legs to touch herself. Juyeon’s cock ached at the sight. He watched as her pussy began to get wetter and pinker.

“Are you just gonna stare or are you gonna get that impressive cock out and fuck me?” she asked, dipping a finger into her cunt and bringing it to her tongue to taste herself.

“Fuck you,” he squeaked. She smirked as he fumbled his pants open and underwear down. His cock bounced free, deep red and weeping.

“Well, looks like you’re ready,” she grinned. “I know I am.”

Juyeon stepped in front of the counter and teased her entrance with the tip of his dick.

“Fuck me good, big boy,” she instructed.

“Okay,” he nodded. Juyeon grabbed her waist, his hands almost fully encircling it, and entered her completely. She groaned at the stretch. He watched with lurid fascination as his cock slid in and out of her body the first few times.

“You like watching me speared on your cock?” she teased.

“Yes,” he admitted.

“Such a man. Always so proud of their cocks. At least yours is worth it,” she said.

“Glad you think so,” he replied. She gripped the counter as he started fucking her harder. It felt good. He didn’t mind her telling him what to do. He was just there to pleasure her.

“I always forget how good you feel,” she mused.

“Am I making you feel good?” he asked.

“Very good,” she looked at him. Then he felt her pussy shudder for the first time.

“You ready?” he asked.

“I know you can fuck at least 2 out of me,” she replied.

“Fair,” he agreed. Juyeon tightened his grip on her waist and fucked the first orgasm out of her. She let her head drop back and dug her heels into his ass as she came. She might have still been fully clothed, but Juyeon could imagine what her heaving chest looked like naked. When she finished, she flicked her neck back, getting hair in her face. He reached up and pushed it back.

“Good?” he asked.

“Always,” she panted. “Anytime you want.”

Juyeon felt the first wave of heat in his lower belly when he began fucking into her again. Then he felt his balls start to tighten. She smirked, knowing exactly what was happening.

“Think you can take me with you?” she asked.

“Yes,” he grunted, sweat starting to roll down his temples. He reached down and teased her clit, causing Julie’s back to arch. He tried to breathe as he felt her flutter around him again.

“Just come, Juyeon,” she huffed. He did as he was told, emptying into her body as he tipped her over the edge again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she hissed through gritted teeth. He let go of her waist and planted his hands on the counter on either side of her hips as he came. When he finished, he pulled out, dropped to his knees, and began sucking their mixed juices out of her pussy. Julie scratched the top of his head as he ate her out.

“Good boy,” she praised. Juyeon stood up when he was satisfied he’d cleaned her up and tucked himself back in.

“You’re welcome,” he grinned and helped her off the counter. They pulled themselves together as much as possible and went back out to pay.

“I’ve got this,” Juyeon put his card down.

“I told you we would split it,” Julie insisted.

“It’s fine,” Juyeon smiled at her. He handed Julie a card while they were waiting for the bartender to return.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“The key to my room. I got the single room this time. See you later?” he told her.

“See you later,” she agreed.

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Side-Tracked

Sydney Adamu x Richie Jerimovich

Warnings: 18+, language, fluff

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March.

Prompt: flower crown

Word Count: 795

A/N: I KNOOOOOOW i know i know this is way more than 500 words. BUT!!! idk i think it's impressive that i made it till the 24th before i broke that rule. 😂 i just love them. will be thinking about them. cannot be stopped.

She’d promised to show up early to help set up. It was the new house and it was his first time having people over for something like this. If the occasion had been different, maybe he wouldn’t have cared so much, but it was Eva’s birthday and Richie would be damned if he messed it up.

When Syd let herself in the front door, she had been expecting to be met with the usual mess and noise that came with Richie. She was ready to hear him yelling and swearing at Carmy for not hanging streamers up the right way, immediately apologizing to Eva after the fact for yelling on her party day.

Instead she walked in and was met with a fairly quiet house. There was music coming from the living room, a Taylor Swift album that had since been abandoned. Syd walked through the house to get out to the back yard and she could tell before she even got fully outside that it was where Richie had spent the most time setting up.

She adjusted the bag on her shoulder as she made her way out onto the grass. She could hear the sounds of not only Eva’s laughter, but Richie’s too. Syd’s eyes widened and a smile broke out across her face at the sight in front of her. She knew without a doubt that Richie had spent the morning running around like a chicken with his head cut off. She couldn’t blame him—he just wanted things to be perfect. But she also knew that never in a million years could he turn Eva down if she was asking him for something, which Syd knew was how the two of them had ended up sitting on the ground, plastic tablecloths tossed off to the side instead of on the tables where they were supposed to be.

Eva had a flower tucked behind each ear and she’d given one to Richie at one point too, although his was about ready to fall out and back onto the ground. Neither of them noticed that, or even noticed Syd for a moment, as they stayed focused on the task at hand. Syd had no idea how long it had taken the two of them to string together the flower crown that they were just about to finish, but she had a feeling it had taken more time than Richie realized.

She walked over and crouched down next to Richie, who didn’t realize what was happening until Eva erupted in a fit of giggles. Syd gave her a smile and a wave before leaning onto Richie’s shoulder. “It’s not a real birthday party without a flower crown. I’m glad you guys took care of this,” she said.

Richie flinched in surprise, but the shock didn’t keep him from laughing. “Jesus.”

Syd gave his shoulder a light squeeze. “Well? What are you waiting for?” She gestured to Eva. “Give the queen her crown!”

All three of them were laughing as Richie carefully lifted it up and placed it on top of Eva’s head. “I don’t know if that’s gonna stay together so be—”

Eva was already on her feet, slamming Syd with a quick hug before running back towards the house. “I wanna go look at it!”

Richie was shaking his head as he slowly stood back up, fingers dragging across his brow as he watched Eva clamp her hand down on her head to keep the flimsy string of flowers and stems in place. He watched her until she disappeared completely inside the house, and only then did he turn back to Syd.

“Hey,” he said with a laugh as he pulled her into a hug.

She laughed, leaning right into him as she returned the embrace. “Hey. Didn’t realize that crown-maker was on your list of skills.”

He squeezed her a little tighter. “Fuck off.���

Syd laughed, stepping back when he realized the embrace. “I was gonna offer to start cooking, but,” she leaned and grabbed the discarded decorations off the ground, “I see you’re still on tablecloths. Here,” she handed one end to him.

He took it, a relieved smile on his face. “Thanks.” They draped it over one of the picnic tables that were set up in the yard. He saw the smirk on Sydney’s face as she taped it down. “I swear to god if you fuckin—”

“I didn’t say anything!” she said with a laugh, hands up in surrender. “I didn’t say anything.” She paused, nodded in his direction. “The daisy behind your ear, though, she might tell on you a little bit when everyone else gets here.”

He grabbed the next tablecloth for the next table, shaking his head as he laughed. “Snitches. All of you.”

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Billboard interview.

Why Lana Del Rey Is Opening Up About Her Family on ‘Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd’

There is, in fact, a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard. Though a few online spectators suspected the tunnel, which inspired the name of Lana Del Rey’s album Did You Know That There’s a Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd, out March 24, might be located in Myrtle Beach, S.C., Del Rey recently revealed that the underground tunnel is actually in Long Beach, Calif. — not far from Los Angeles, where Del Rey has lived for the last six years.

The singer-songwriter’s use of SoCal iconography has been a cornerstone of her songwriting for over a decade, from Born To Die’s (2012) depictions to old Hollywood glamor to Norman Fucking Rockwell’s (2019) allusions to Venice Beach. While it’s present on her new project as well, Del Rey admits she is not quite as focused on “world building” as she once was, and instead is “living from the neck up,” focusing her craft on more lyrically driven and intimate songwriting.

Del Rey’s Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd discusses unrevealed details and stories about her “family of origin,” especially in songs like “Fingertips,” which she says “tells everything about everyone from day one.” Just weeks before its release, Del Rey – who is Billboard’s 2023 Women in Music Visionary honoree — talks about creating the album in her living room, and why she is ready to talk about her family.

How did your new album begin to take shape?

Mike Hermosa, who produced the majority of the songs on this album, would come over to my house, and I would hear him in my living room playing piano. He’s not even a musician full time. He’s a DP, a cameraman. I would hear him play, and I’d be like “can I record that?” or I’d sneakily record something. Eventually I asked if he could just keep playing, and I could sing. Then, every Sunday when he wasn’t working, he would just kind of noodle around, and I would sing. That’s how we wrote the first song: “Did You Know That There’s a Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd.” I knew right away that I really, really liked it. I enjoyed how casual writing with Mike was. He didn’t have a dog in the race. He wasn’t interested in anything beyond just playing. It’s fun that the entire album didn’t feel like we were making one until the end when Jack Antonoff came in and was like “I really like this. Can I put something on top of this?” When Jack comes in, you know you’re making a real record.

Do you feel this casual approach to songwriting was able to open you up creatively?

This process was almost like automatic singing. I just knew exactly every word to sing for everything he played because the chords were perfectly arranged. I think my overall feeling when writing this album was just, “wow, I got lucky.” Also, I realized that, even when I’m seeking so many other things in my life, music really seeks me. It’s like a little bird following me around. Somehow when I didn’t want to make music, I was presented with the best collaborators I’ve met. I just had them in my living room. I realized music is the one thing that constantly shows up for me, even when I’m looking for something else.

Since you were singing so automatically, as you put it, did you go back and edit, or did you leave it as is?

There was a lot of editing, because it was mostly a stream of consciousness, but every now and then I’ll have a complete song come to me fully formed. The song “Fingertips” I created in one sitting, voice memoed it, and sent it to [the producer and composer] Drew Erickson. He came back to me the next day with a full orchestra. Again, I just felt so lucky: lucky for the songs, lucky for these producers, lucky for the project.

You have Jack Antonoff coming back on this record. He’s worked on so many major albums in the last five years, including two of your own (Norman Fucking Rockwell and Chemtrails Over the Country Club). As someone who has worked with him so often, what’s his secret? Why does everyone want to work with him?

He can play anything on any instrument. He can fit the right instruments and melodies to any idea you’ve had. I think he plays something like 16 instruments. For us, it’s definitely very collaborative. I think probably out of any projects he’s worked on, he would say I give him the most direction. It’s funny because I recently heard all of his records he made from when he was in high school, and I still hear so much of what he’s done on Taylor [Swift]’s new record from that high school record. He’s just prolific. It’s absolutely wild to watch. That’s why it’s so fun because you really get to create any sound with him. He’s also a girl’s guy. He gets it!

He’s also a featured artist on the album too. How did that come about?

I was done with the album, and he came in for a couple days. We sat there, and I said, “let’s just play the piano.” I can make a song out of anything Jack plays. That’s actually how Norman got started too. He just plays and I just sing. He started playing something and then I was thinking about his fiancée [Margaret Qualley] who I just can’t live without! I love her. I started singing “he met Margaret on a rooftop / she was wearing white / and he was like / ‘I might be in trouble.’” I asked him what he thought we should say in the second verse because with him and Margaret it was a “when you know you know” situation. He had the idea to sing about what you should do when you don’t know. He started singing, and I told him he should just sing it on the record. It was really fun.

What overall themes did you try to capture in this record?

Family of origin is the overall theme. I think with Blue Banisters I wanted to capture this idea too, but I flew it under the radar. I was trying to address some criticisms that I had heard said after Chemtrials… mostly that people don’t know much about me. I didn’t promote that theme of Blue Banisters at all intentionally. In this album, I got to really finish my thoughts and get super specific, which I was not comfortable with completely before… I do list my grandpa, my brother, my dad, my Uncle Dave. In the song “Fingertips,” I sing “Charlie stop smoking / Caroline will you be with me / will the baby be alright? / Will I have one of mine?” I think I was able to open up about this because Mike was so casual to work with. All in my living room. It allowed for that. “Fingertips” tells everything about everyone from day one until now.

Are you nervous about being so forthcoming about your family in this record?

I was. I was so uncomfortable. Then, by the grace of God, I felt completely unburdened.

Your father, Rob Grant, is releasing an album on Decca Records on June 9, and you’ll be featured on two songs. Has he always been musical?

My dad has always played piano and he sang when he was younger with my uncle who’s a traveling organ player for Emmylou Harris and Buddy Guy. They wrote country records back in the day. I don’t know how and when it came to him. But I think he just decided he wanted to record it. And [my manager] played it for Decca Records, and they loved it. I’m not talkative when it comes to myself, but you will learn so much about me in hearing him. It gives so much context to the family.

How Lana Del Rey Became ‘Completely Unburdened’ For Her Most Personal Material Yet

Lana Del Rey practices "automatic singing." Using the improvisational songwriting technique, she lets her voice carry over accompaniments, not commandeering where her words or melodies take her, accepting all ideas she has in the moment and editing them later. Lately, her voice has led her home, back to memories of her childhood in Lake Placid, N.Y., and to ruminations on relationships with her family and the divergent paths they’ve taken. That subject underpins her upcoming ninth album, Did You Know That There’s a Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd (out March 24). Del Rey, 37, says she hesitantly began to unpack this subject matter with her previous album, Blue Banisters — but now, she’s ready to dig deeper. “At first I was so uncomfortable,” she says of the more personal material. “Then, by the grace of God, I just felt completely unburdened.” As a singer-songwriter, this year’s Visionary honoree has embodied that word for over a decade. Her 2012 major-label debut, Born To Die, made her a star and defined music’s Tumblr era, as a young Del Rey toyed with both the romantic and the darker sides of the American dream. Her “world building,” as she calls it now, for her early work created a collage of beautiful and disparate images, pairing hip-hop aesthetics with references to the Kennedy family, Elvis Presley with John Wayne, and old Hollywood glamour with biker gang grit.

Since then, Del Rey has pushed musical boundaries — seamlessly peppering an album with features from Stevie Nicks to Playboi Carti (2017’s Lust for Life), reworking a Sublime cover into a contemporary Billboard Hot 100 hit (2019’s “Doin’ Time”), for instance — while achieving both critical acclaim and commercial success. She has earned six Grammy nominations and holds the record for most No. 1s on Billboard’s Alternative Albums chart. And somehow, each week, it seems a new song from her vast catalog gains traction on TikTok. (“West Coast” and “How To Disappear” are two recent breakouts.) Younger artists often cite her as an inspiration — including Billie Eilish, whom Del Rey now calls “my girl. It makes me feel comforted that music is going in such a good direction.”

Since 2019, you’ve released four albums. Is it fair to say you have more creative energy than ever?

I think it might look like that! It’s funny because I keep telling people, “I haven’t worked in three years,” but really I just haven’t done shows in three years. As soon as I start getting ready for a show, that’s when it feels like work.

How has your process changed since Born To Die came out?

Eleven years ago I wanted it to be so good. Now, I just sing exactly what I’m thinking. I’m thinking a little less big and bombastic. Maybe at some point I can have fun creating a world again, but right now, I would say there’s no world building. This music is about thought processing. It’s very, very wordy. I’m definitely living from the neck up.

Can you remember what it felt like creatively when you were just starting out?

I think back to the beginning, being in New York. I would just go to a little deli by Grand Central and all you had to do to sit at the table for hours was buy a black coffee. I remember thinking, “I’m doing it. I’m living it.” It was all very thrilling. I was so psyched back then.

You recently featured on Taylor Swift’s “Snow on the Beach.” What was collaborating with her like?

Well, first of all, I had no idea I was the only feature [on that song]. Had I known, I would have sung the entire second verse like she wanted. My job as a feature on a big artist’s album is to make sure I help add to the production of the song, so I was more focused on the production. She was very adamant that she wanted me to be on the album, and I really liked that song. I thought it was nice to be able to bridge that world, since Jack [Antonoff] and I work together and so do Jack and Taylor.

Who do you consider to be a visionary?

Joan Baez. I sang with her recently. She gave me a challenge: She said, “Go down a little road and look for a left turn and find my house [in Northern California]. If you find it and can play ‘Diamonds and Rust’s’ high harmony, I’ll come to Berkeley with you and sing.” So my sister and I rented a car and searched for the house. I was very nervous. I don’t play guitar that well, but I learned the first three chords and sat across from her, [and when] we stopped playing, she was like, “Great, I’ll see you at Berkeley.” And another visionary to me is Cat Power. I had heard that she would run offstage when she wasn’t feeling it or just turn her back to the [audience] and keep playing. That’s when I knew I could probably do this.

[keira-kaz2y5]

Ok so finally found the time to watch episodes 7x02 - 7x04 with my mum. (I’ve already seen them all at least twice, this was her first watch)

The whole episode I was kinda nervous but super excited.

Can I mention again here that she previously did not ship buddie at all, said me and people these days are “always making things gay when they’re not” and said they were “just friends” and the Ravi Buck Eddie sewer call she reiterated this statement saying “see? They’re just good friends” after buck’s clear jealously, which, fair. Yk it can def be seen as friendship— unless you’re open to the fact characters are allowed to be queer and not stated, and also that he’s been played as bisexual since s1 with sooooo much TEXT and SUBTEXT abt it—

When it finally got to the loft apartment scene I was shocked it had come round so quick (I swear that episode felt longer when I watched it alone), and immediately I felt my heart beating a lot faster in anticipation. At the buck Tommy kiss, to my surprise she reacted by grinning wide smiling like in disbelief and stayed like this until they pulled away and we saw buck’s reaction then she sorta manic laughed at buck’s “that works” I think out of disbelief and shock and amusement at buck’s starstruck reaction, “… Saturday? 🥹🤩”and his joke about fake mouth static.

Then as Tommy was walking out and talking about a date my mum said “that’s gonna make.. Eddie, really… mad.” (She was distracted listening to the rest of the scene and dialog)

😆 so her initial reaction was soooo much better than I’d expected/feared!! (From here it turns into kinda a trauma dump with 911 about I realised I’m so so so repressed.. read at ur own risk lol!)

But then of course I went and fucked it up by getting too excited and blabbing.

(I voice memo recorded this whole scene to get her reaction) she asked me about how “so he’s (buck) saying he thought he was jealous but it wasn’t of Eddie it was of him (Tommy).” And I sorta spiralled saying yeh because that’s how he saw it in that moment because he’s trying to figure out what these new feelings are and who they’re for etc and went down the rabbit hole of Tommy being gay from the start (army, ‘begins’ episodes..) and so on and my mum heard like 4 seconds of this and stood up and collected dishes and stuff and walked away saying I was getting too much into it (fair, my adhd does tend to make me mentally jump subjects fairly quickly in ways it doesn’t make sense to other people)

But she never really has healthy conversations with me about queerness, don’t get me wrong I love my mum and she isn’t like throwing me on the street for saying I’m bisexual, but she also isn’t exactly having healthy conversations about it with me either. She prefers to avoid the conversation a lot and stay silent about it, so the repression is real and tbh I didn’t even realise how repressed I was until about 3rd December 2023 I saw a picture of two women kissing and I fully went “oh shit I’m bisexual, I almost forgot I liked women”. Yeh. The repression is so real.

I then went on a Pinterest spiral downloading women photos and made an album on photos app to put it all in so that I had that place to go to and look and I would never be so repressed that I forgot again. I have since been much happier and more queer and open within myself

(For reference this is the picture)

(This is the photo album - not my photos, all from Pinterest)

(Note: I am a teenage girl)

And the only other time I realised I was repressing it, was on holiday with my auntie that I see like once a year, when she teased me about a girl I’d spoken to from a street vender thing and I realised that “oh this is normal” like, families should tease me and be comfortable about it. (Although they don’t tease me about boys much either so..)

Because my family never feel so open about my sexuality to be that comfortable. Whenever the subject comes up it turns into almost an argument because they think I only think I’m gay because I hung out with two lgbt girls for 3, 4 years and they were my only close friends.

Apparently the gay is contagious 🤣

My Nan is homophobic, she’s “of a different generation” apparently and can’t change. She’s not super bad about it but does make comments like “it’s wrong” so I never really talk about it. My brother had the “my friend is gay so i can’t be homophobic” mentality, and also believes like my mum that im only bisexual because of my old friends.

But fr they don’t say it’s a phase specifically but they sort of play it off like one saying I only “think that” because of them (my friends at the time — who I’m not even friends with anymore)

And one time watching the hen and Karen begins episode with the nasa lab explosion- when we get that make out scene between them, my mum laughed and said she was uncomfortable because it just looked “unnatural” and I know she said this because they were a bit fumbly in the scene, knocking things over and kicking off shoes and both plus sized women, but that reaction has just stuck with me since. Because it’s still a beautiful moment and yes they look different to typical people making out but it’s still sexy and a vibe but also I am a plus sized woman, so yes that could be my future. Another time before this when there were some HenRen scenes in bed my mum said to me “is that what you wanna do, cuddle up to some woman in bed like that 🤨” and I was sooo unprepared for that question and sorta went ‘uh yeh no yeh but not like them two because Hen isn’t my type yk but yes’ and she went 🧐 hm ok 🤷‍♀️

These things have stuck with me

And also when I had a therapist last year the one time I mentioned being bisexual and she that’s something we should talk about I completely shut her down and said it’s fine nothing to talk about and looking back… man I was repressed. Like dayum.

And now I realise I have so much to say.

And the tipping point for all this, is the bi Buck canon, of course. Only 3 days ago but feels like a lifetime already, just the portrayal and the delivery and perfection and sentiment of it all hits so hard, especially the fan reactions, but also actor and director and journalist reactions and everything Tim has had to say on it including Oliver and Ryan interviews. And it’s made me so emotional about it all, I can’t even express how genuinely happy to my core i was the first 2 days every second, and I was dancing around my kitchen, grinning every 3 minutes when I remembered… it was bliss. I felt so seen and happy and loved, appreciated and respected and represented. It’s unreal. Especially the joy and care Oliver has given this.. i can’t explain. It’s so validating.

Within myself I feel much more at peace, and I have realised that in fact I was repressed, and still kinda am.

So bringing it back to the start was that after watching this with my mum I tried to express to her how much this means and the backstory and what’s going on online about it with the directors and actors and everything but I hardly even said a thing and she kept saying how “it’s just a show” “it’s 9-1-1!” “You’re getting too much into this/too attached” even when I tried explaining how queer storylines is something we have to search for to watch in media, and how this will change media from now on and the representation.. she kept walking away, trying to change the subject and invalidating it all saying stuff like

“it’s just a series! You act like it’s a real person!” “You do, you get carried away with it.” “Ok Keira 🙄🚶‍♀️.. yeh! You’re just getting a little far-fucking-fetched” “right… Keira.” “It’s just a show!” Me: “It’s more than a show.” “In your head it is.” “You’re just going on”

Bear in mind I wasn’t actually going into depth, I was stating how this is a big thing and said literally what I’ve written here, like this is 30 seconds of me talking. Because I wanted to have a healthy conversation about it all, but clearly it didn’t work and i should’ve just been happy with the smile reaction and left it at that.

I tried directly pointing out the problem, too, saying that she never wants to have a healthy conversation with me about it all, to which she replied the “it’s just a show/you’re getting too much into it” part and when I addressed that this family is slightly a little bit homophobic but none of them will admit it she was laughing and going “it’s 9-1-1! It’s 9-1-1!” “(I) make it out into some big drama” (I wasn’t raising my voice or anything I just wanted to have a conversation about it with her, she was the one raising her pitch) and how I’m “just taking it all to another level!” Me:‘Because it is at another level, this is so huge for the industry and the queer community’ “oh god, Keira.. you make such big dramas out of it,” (me literally not being dramatic at all, just wanting a nice discussion about this and both the reactions of fans/non-fans/people, how it’s done so well—compared to other storylines and shows— and the impact this will have on so many things) my mum:… “you always twist me to make it out that I’m some horrible person” to which I responded “well no, because you’re not but you could be more healthy about it, you always laugh it off or change/avoid the subject” (me talking about queerness in general, not 9-1-1, to which she replied) “nanna gets like this over Coronation Street! And I just don’t understand! It’s just a show.”

These quotes she said are direct because I audio recorded everything. Probably not in the right order bc the explanation is a little messy what can I say it’s adhd like I said 💅😵‍💫🤷‍♀️😅

Yeh so I guess this is turning into some Reddit thing like AITA am I the asshole for wanting a healthy conversation and for my family to be more comfortable about queerness in general as well as my own (bi)sexuality but also it’s just me expressing how tonight went to anyone who’s stayed to read this. Maybe I should go back into therapy. It’s just my old therapist I never really told her the deep things but also finding someone new that works with me is expensive and exhausting. So it’s been a hard night but I will still rewatch the scene to find happiness in it all again. I just want to wait until I’ve slept it off so I can be fresh and remember the happiness and validity I felt on friday & sat

[akwardlyuncool]

Class Favorites: Albums That Needed More Attention Before They Could Of Made My Favorites List.

I almost forgot this post, but I couldn’t close out Akward Class Favorites without mentioning these albums as well, so here we go.

PS: Apparently I had a lot to say about albums I didn’t listen to enough. Also all these albums came out in 2022.

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I Went To Hell And Back - As It Is

I bought a special signed pink cover copy of this album and loved it every time I’ve listened, however I just didn’t listen to it enough. I could call this album a 2022 favorite of mine from first listen and I thought about doing that, however I saw where I failed it and knew I could have done better and really pushed myself to listen to it more. Basically my CD player was having issues and only playing certain ones, so anytime I wanted to listen to it, the player said no.

“Excuses” aside, this was my step back into the As It Is world after spending not a lot of time in their Great Depression era. I think I just wanted more of their Pop-Punk sound back and this album was an evolution of that for me. This is for sure a heavier record and I think it marries the heavier sound of The Great Depression with some of the Pop-Punk stuff they were known for. Not gonna lie, I’m also in my hella sad boi era and a lot of the record is speaking facts to me right now, so it’s a good mix.

Top 2 Recommendations:

I’d Rather Die (Track 5)

I Miss 2003 (Track 6)

I feel like this is already the most popular track, but I didn’t want y’all to worry about me lol. It’s also a heavy hitter though.

If I Saw You Again - Violet Skies

I bought this CD when I saw her on the Wild Rivers Sidelines Tour because she was just so good live. I had dabbled in Violet Skies prior, as in I knew one song, however I now know a few and they’re just so good. When I was working on that concert post I had this album playing quite a bit, but I’m not gonna lie I haven’t picked it back up much, despite how good I think I think it is. That’s sadly also why none of the songs have made it to any of the 2022 lists either. I need to add several to my regularly played playlists so that their numbers could pick up. Do you want soft(er) British Pop in your life? Do you want to listen to a good song writer with a powerful voice? Do you just want to feel cool? Then like me you should listen to this album and then listen to it more.

Top 2 Recommendations:

Love You Better (Track 8)

Live Version For Effect.

The Internet (Track 2)

Kings Of The New Age - State Champs

I feel like I’ve been on a break from several of the bands that I’ve been glued to for the last 6/7 years and that’s partly why this album is here and not chillin in first class with the other albums I actually had on repeat this last year. It took me forever to go get a copy, even though I’d been lowkey excited for this record to come out and I haven’t put it on much since then. I loved their “Unplugged EP” and was really into the single “Outta My Head,” but this one was and still is slow to get into. This is new for me, cause I’m typically on it with State Champs and if I’m not, the album gets downloaded to my phone and I play it on repeat until I’ve broken it in. The first time I ran through this album, I was like “it’s alright.” Kings Of The New Age needs a bunch more run-throughs for me. The sound that I love is there, but maybe I’m just not fully in love with this current era of State Champs.

I want to write a whole separate thing on this, but basically they’re in their cocky era right now, as are many bands, hence the title, but I’m apparently just not attracted to that. Not saying that I don’t want them to be successful or to not ride the wave while it’s here, but I’ve always pulled back on some of my enjoyment of the scene when it stops feeling personal and this moment doesn’t feel personal to me.

All that being said I think I’m less in love with the vibe of this era for State Champs as a band, than I am the actual record. I’m playing it as I’m typing and I’m like this is good and it’s doing what it needs to do. I guess the next move for me is to get some more solid listens in, truly find “my tracks” and kind of ignore the scene, cause that’s how this record gets the fair shot and love it deserves. 

Oh and since I may never come back for a full review after those solid listens, I just want to say that although the song “Everybody But You” is technically a bop, it feels frat-boy petty. It would definitely make it onto the soundtrack of a mid-2000′s young adult movie. 

Top 2 Recommendations (Subject To Change): 

Outta My Head (Track 4)

Eventually (Track 2)

[shxdxwbrute]

Shane x Farmer Bug OC Headcannons

Here’s some shit that doesn’t really fit in the fic but I thought should be mentioned 😤

-Bug thought Shane was cute from day one but didn’t realize how much she cares about him until she almost died in the mines; Shane also thought Bug was cute. He’s secretly head over heels for her but I don’t think he fully understands that yet

-They’re both scared of being vulnerable with one another because they think the other person won't care; they are literally both obsessed with each other both of them are just very anxious lol

-Shane doesn’t act like it but he’s incredibly thankful that the farmer spoke to him when she first moved in. He was wishing she would come up to him the second she walked into the saloon for the first time.

-I think they both know deep down they like each other but both of them are too scared to do anything

-Shane remembered a few of the CDs Bug has at her place and has been listening to those albums at home, he wanted to see why she liked the music she did and he’s unironically been listening to it since

-Shane used to have GAME when he was in university, even though he was awkward and a little mean, the fact that he was fit and played for the school’s university grid ball team definitely helped him in picking up the girls

-Bug hasn’t had a real partner in a few years. She was dating one of her old coworkers but it was a very toxic relationship and her partner dumped her. Since then, she just has been strictly casual with people until she got to Stardew Valley

-Shane is lowkey a flirt. He doesn’t think he is but Bug would beg to differ

[simplyswiftie]

My Commentary for Taylor Swift (Debut) - Including Bonus Tracks

1. Tim McGraw- the first Taylor song I ever heard. “Someday you’ll turn your radio on” gives me such big feelings because of her success and how far she’s come.

2. Picture to Burn- this song makes me so feral. After listening to this I will not just burn your pictures but your entire house and car.

3. Teardrops on My Guitar- As the girl who never got asked out until I was a sophomore in high school this was my sad girl anthem.

4. A Place In This World- The fact that she not only found her place in the music industry but dominates it. Such a strong nostalgia pull with this one.

5. Cold As You- I will never get over the emotional maturity of this song given the fact that she wrote it before she was even legally able to drive.

6. The Outside- I think this definitely has the same energy as A Place In This World. The Outside is the emotional side of her experience and APITW is “this is how I plan to overcome it”

7. Tied Together With a Smile- I can’t help but see this as a song from her to her mom and it makes me sob because I see my own mother in this as well.

8. Stay Beautiful- This one is just so wholesome and precious. The classic having feelings for your friend vibe.

9. Should’ve Said No- Okay going to reveal highly embarrassing info with this one. I didn’t have a boyfriend until highschool but may or may not have fantasized being cheated on so I could fully FEEL this song from ages 8-15 don’t come at me.

10. Mary’s Song (Oh My My My)- My favorite song on Debut. This one is so ridiculously under-rated. 

11. Our Song- My least favorite from the album and since 2006 it has highly irritated me that she says “when we’re on the phone and you talk real slow” as if talking slow will make his momma not know.

12. I’m Only Me When I’m With You- I used to love this song and it was one of my favorites on the album but over time I’ve grown to feel more “meh” about it.

13. Invisible- My favorite bonus track from the album. Someone pointed out the similar melody from this and Cornelia Street and that makes me love this song even more.

14. A Perfectly Good Heart- This one is okay but I think it had so much more potential. There’s only one actual verse and then the chorus repeated 4x. I think with another verse and less repetition this would’ve been better.

[slasherhaven]

Any headcanons for being childhood friends with any of the slashers? (preferably the Sinclair brothers but any are fine)

These got so long, I’m so sorry! 😂 But please enjoy!

Thomas, Michael, Jason, Brahms, and the Sinclair Brothers

Being Childhood friends and reuniting:

Thomas Hewitt

You went to school with Thomas and it was easy to see that you were the only friend he had.

Kids can be cruel, especially when they see someone as an easy target. Thomas was a quiet, insecure kid and they picked on him for that. His scars were the main thing they bullied him about.

You couldn’t remember how many times he cried to you, until he eventually stopped crying. Then he would just deal with it, keep his head down and take it. You knew it still bothered him, so you still comforted him, he didn’t even need to ask you to do so.

Beside his family, you were the only person he had. 

You knew each other into your teen years and he adored you. He loved you, whether those feelings were platonic or not.

Luda May loved as well, since you spent most of your time at the Hewitt residence visiting Tommy. She was glad that he had a friend.

But when everyone started leaving town, your family thought it was time to move as well. You can remember running to the Hewitt residence the night before you left to say goodbye to Tommy, you had both cried before you had to leave him.

A few years passed. You became an adult and moved away from your parents. You had heard them talking though, about how there Hewitts apparently never left town, about how they insisted on staying. Everyone thought they were crazy for it and while you loved the family you couldn’t help but agree. There was nothing in town for them anymore, how where they even getting by?

But you decided to pay them a visit. You still thought about Thomas and the family a lot, so you wanted to check in on them. Now that you weren’t living with your family.

You walked up to the familiar house and knocked on the door. Luda May was the one who opened it and she instantly recognised you, smiling brightly and inviting you inside for a cup of tea.

The two of you sat in the kitchen, catching up, until she came to her senses and pointed out that you were probably here for Tommy. So, she called him down.

When he stepped into the kitchen, he just stared at you. He couldn’t believe you were hear after all that time passed. He thought for sure you would have moved far away and forgotten about him.

He had always been taller than most people but now that he was an adult he was even taller, and broader, but you still recognised him as Tommy.

Luda May smiled at you both and told you that she would give you some privacy before leaving the kitchen.

“Hey, Tommy” you greeted him with the kind smile that he still remembered, even after all this time. “I heard your family never left town, so...I came to see you” you explained your presence.

Once he was sure that this really was you and that you were still looking at him the same way you used too, Thomas crossed the kitchen and pulled you into a hug. You smiled into his chest and you returned the embrace.

“I missed you too, Tommy” you confessed.

You couldn’t imagine the people who remained in the town after you left became any kinder, you couldn’t imagine how Tommy felt. Dealing with their ridicule and not having his one friend to turn too.

But you were here now and that’s all that mattered, you are here for as long as he needed you to be.

Michael Myers 

CLICK HERE for Michael’s post.

Jason Voorhees

You had been Jason’s only friend at camp, sweet, kind, and caring. You would defend him against the bullies, wipe his tears when he cried, and hugged him to comfort him. You had even met Mrs Voorhees once and she loved you, you were the only person who was sincerely kind to her son.

But then the ‘accident’ happened and you never saw Jason, your best friend, again. The camp closed down so you never returned, not until years later.

You were an adult now, flipping through an old photo album, smiling at an image of you and Jason as children. You had never forgotten about the boy, how could you? 

And of course you had heard the rumours of him having come back to haunt the camp, and it pissed you off that people would use your best friend’s death as a scary story.

It was then that you decided to take a trip up to the camp. Parking your car and walking into the old abandoned camp, memories of your summers here coming flooding back.

Jason had heard the car and expected a group of teenagers that he would have to deal with, but instead he saw one person with flowers in their hand.

You walked along the dock that the accident happened on and sighed, placing the flowers down at the end. There was no memorial for him but you thought the poor boy deserved some flowers.

Jason watched from the safety of the trees, watching you place down the flowers and pay your respect to...him. When you turned around he got a better look at your face. It took him a minute but he could finally place your face, how could he forget you? You were older now but he could recognise your face.

You had decided to explore the old camp, thinking back with a sad nostalgia. Jason watched you the whole time, no intention of hurting you, you had been the only one who cared for him. He was more considering whether he should approach you or not. He decided against it, not wanting to scare you.

Eventually you left, saddening Jason, but your visits became a regular thing. You’d bring flowers to put at the end of the dock for Jason, even though you noticed that the last bouquet you left was gone by your next visit.

This time, you had sat down at the end of the dock, looking out into the water, and you spoke. You apologised for not having been there, for not being able to help him all those years ago, told the still water that you missed him.

He had missed you too and maybe that’s why Jason found himself walking towards you, standing still at the start of the dock, waiting for you to turn and notice him. 

Finally, you did, gasping at the sight of his large masked figure. You panicked at first before piecing the rumours together, could this really be Jason or where you letting stories get to your head.

“J-Jason?” you took your chances and he nodded, confirming your theory. “You’re...I...but, how?” he didn’t respond, of course, he just stood still and tense. “The rumours...the stories...they’re all true, aren’t they?” he hesitates but nods. That’s when your gaze fully focuses on the machete in his hand. All the stories were true...

Noticing your focus on his weapon, he dropped it to the floor. He wanted to show that he wasn’t going to hurt you, he remembered you.

Jason was alive...kind of? Well, he was standing in front of you and you could only feel happy about it.

He completely froze when you ran up to him and threw your arms around him, telling him that you missed him and that you were glad he was alright. He expected you to be afraid but all you could focus on was your childhood friend being right in front of you, and having been alone all this time. 

He cautiously wrapped his arms around your body and relaxed. You were exactly how he remembered you. Still sweet, kind, and caring. Now that you knew he was here, your visits were about to becoming much more regular.

Brahms Heelshire 

CLICK HERE for Brahms’ post.

Bo Sinclair

You had lived in the little town of Ambrose and been about the same age as Bo. It wasn’t a large town so there weren’t many kids your age, you thought Bo was lucky to have a twin, until you realised just how different they were.

Bo was a difficult child, no doubt about it, he clearly had a lot of trouble controlling his anger, but you never let it bother you. You always pushed past it, showed him that he couldn’t push you around, and eventually befriended him, even if he wouldn’t admit you were friends.

He left the house more than his twin brother, in fact he seemed to prefer being away from the house. So he ended up spending a lot of time with you.

You eventually found out why he liked being away from his house, learning how his parents treated him when you accidently saw the scars that wrapped around his wrists. He told you everything then, with a brave face, he didn’t let one tear fall even though you partly wished he did.

He was an angry and angsty kid, but it never bothered you. You’d still smile and laugh. He was a bad influence, having you sneak out at night to meet him. But you were the light at the end of a shitty day for Bo.

Then he left town, him and his brothers just left one day and you didn’t see them again. It broke your heart, even if Bo was difficult he was your best friend and now he was gone.

Eventually you moved away from the little town, hoping for something bigger and better, but something just kept tugging at the back of your mind. You felt like you had left something there.

Years passed but eventually you decided to head back, just for a trip, nostalgia and all that, and to hopefully get rid of that nagging feeling.

You were so close to the little town when your car broke down. Luckily, a man had been driving by and offered you a lift. He asked if he knew you, recognising your face, but you told him that you didn’t think so. You didn’t recognise him. But you told him that you grew up in the town and where just visiting, that’s when he knew he had to mention that to Bo.

He took you into town and dropped you off at the garage before leaving. When you headed inside, nobody was there.

When Bo heard about the new visitor being somebody who grew up in Ambrose from Lester, he didn’t think too much about it. It was strange, sure, but in the end it didn’t really matter.

It didn’t matter until he wandered down to the garage and saw you, nearly instantly recognising you. He hated that he remembered you, that you had enough of an impact on him to be worth remembering him. Something told him that you might remember him as well, and you definitely would when he gave you his name. He probably caused enough trouble as a kid to be worth remembering. 

“Well, what brings you back to Ambrose?” Bo asked, his voice making you turn around, a little startled.

“I...Bo?” recognition of the man in front of you interrupted your explanation.  

“Thought you actually got out of this place” he seemed unfazed by you being here but you knew him better than that. He always acted less bothered than he was, unless he was angry, then it was the complete opposite. 

“I did...kind of. I left but something just had me coming back” you shrugged. 

“Miss me that much?” Bo asked with a smirk. It was good to see that his arrogance didn’t disappear during his time out of town. 

“In your dreams” you joked, too happy to see him to even try to keep your smile off of your face. “When did you even get back to Ambrose?” you asked. 

“A while ago. I mean, it’s ‘home’, right?” he scoffed a little. He had never been a huge fan of the little town. 

“How are your brothers? Are they here too?” you asked.

“Sure. Vincent is up at the house. Lester drove you here” Bo nodded. 

“Oh God, that was Lester? I didn’t even recognise him!” your eyes widened. 

“‘course you didn’t, he was a kid when we left” Bo chuckled, shaking his head at you. 

“Why didn’t you let me know you were back in town?” you asked. You didn’t think he would ever come back to the little town, you thought he’d want to get away from it. 

“You weren’t that important” he shrugged. 

“Oh please, you recognised me as soon as you walked in here. You missed me too” you scoffed, reminding him that you knew him better than that.

“...welcome home, Y/n” a genuine smile grew on Bo’s face, making you smile as well.

Of course it wouldn’t be long before you discovered the town’s little secret and then there was no way that they could let you leave...it gave Bo the perfect excuse to keep you around.

But for now, you could just reunite with old friends.

Vincent Sinclair 

You had lived in the little town of Ambrose and been about the same age as Vincent. It wasn’t a large town so there weren’t many kids your age, you thought Vincent was lucky to have a twin, until you realised just how different they were.

Vincent was the quieter twin, the one who was left with severe facial scars that he was incredibly insecure about, Bo was louder, more abrasive and that’s what kept you away from him. 

Any other kids weren’t too kind to Vincent, but you were and that’s when you both grew so close. He adored you for your kindness. 

You’d hang out in the Wax Museum or around the back of it, anywhere private where it could just be the two of you.

You never judged him, you were never cruel. You would comfort him when he was upset, make him laugh and smile. He had even let you see his face from time to time. You never reacted poorly, you always smiled, you even told him he was handsome. He adored you.

But then he had to leave...and he didn’t think he would ever see you again, and neither did you. After that, he became even more quiet and secluded.

Eventually you moved away from the little town, hoping for something bigger and better, but something just kept tugging at the back of your mind. You felt like you had left something there.

Years passed but eventually you decided to head back, just for a trip, nostalgia and all that, and to hopefully get rid of that nagging feeling.

You drove into town, getting an eerie feeling from how quiet and empty it seemed. Maybe a lot of people had moved away...

When you couldn’t find anyone, you headed for the Wax Museum. You and Vincent would hang out there a lot as kids, since his parents owned it and he didn’t like being out in public too much.

You explored the familiar building curiously. It was dusty but not as unkept as it should have been. Somebody had been here. Maybe not everyone had left the town?

Vincent had seen you as soon as you entered the building, and watched you wander around. He noticed how the family pictures made you smile, how you admired the art work, but what he noticed the most was how familiar you looked.

You smiled some more as you picked up one of the pictures, the one of three young brothers. That’s when it hit him. He knew you, he remembered you, and it seemed that you remembered him as well.

You continued to explore before turning to the doorway, gasping at the large figure standing there. 

It didn’t take you long to recognise him. He was a lot taller than the kid you knew and he had let his hair grow even longer, but the mask was a dead give away.

“Vincent?” you asked gently, a smile forming on your face when he nodded. “Uh...do you remember me?” he nodded instantly, making you smile some more.

Vincent appeared to be just as cautious as he was all those years ago, walking further into the room.

You met him half way, giggling to yourself about how tall he had gotten. “Y’know I came here because I missed you? Thought it’d be fun to revisit some old memories but...this is much better” you told him.

His head tilted to the side curiously, like he was asking if you were being honest.

“I mean it, Vinny. I missed you” you assured him, placing a hand on his arm.

Just like that, Vincent wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into an almost desperate embrace. You smiled and instantly returned his hug, needing it just as much as he did.

Vincent never thought he’d see you again, his only friend, but he missed you and was glad to have you back. He still adored you and hoped you would stay, he couldn’t lose you again. He was just terrified of what you would think when you found out the truth about this town.

Lester Sinclair 

You had lived in the little town of Ambrose and been about the same age as Lester. It wasn’t a large town so there weren’t many kids your age, so you and Lester became very close friends.

At home, Lester got the least attention out of his brothers. Bo was a handful and Vincent seemed to by their mother’s favourite child, so they got most of the attention. He didn’t mind that much but he did like that he got all of your attention when it was just the two of you. You made him feel important and you both got along incredibly well.

The two of you would hang out all the time, often getting told off for running around too far in the woods.

And then, the brothers had to leave town, breaking both of your hearts. Neither of you thought you’d see each other again.

Eventually you moved away from the little town, hoping for something bigger and better, but something just kept tugging at the back of your mind. You felt like you had left something there.

Years passed but eventually you decided to head back, just for a trip, nostalgia and all that, and to hopefully get rid of that nagging feeling. 

You were so close to the little town when your car broke down. Luckily, it wasn’t a long before a truck appeared driving up the road, pulling over when the driver saw you struggling with your car.

Something about the man seemed familiar when he hopped out of his truck but you couldn’t place it.

“Need some help?” the man asked with a smile. He was dirty and something about him seemed a little odd but he didn’t make you uncomfortable and he seemed friendly enough. 

“Uh...yeah, if you don’t mind. It just stopped and I don’t know that much about cars” you sighed, glaring the car down as if it personally wronged you. 

“I can take you into town, to the garage” he offered. 

“That would be great” you accepted the offer with small smile. 

“What brings you out here anyway?” he asked as you grabbed a bag from your car, slamming the door shut.  

“I was actually heading into Ambrose. I grew up here. Something just pulled be back, I guess” you told him as you walked towards the truck. 

“...Y/n?” the man asked your name, surprise evident in his voice. 

You turned back to the man, wondering how he knew your name, but then it hit you. “...Lester?” you asked, putting a bright smile on his face as he nodded. “Oh my God, I thought you left town!” you threw your bag into the truck and quickly ran over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him.

Lester instantly returned your hug, holding you close. He had missed you so much. 

“We came back a while ago. Saw you moved away” Lester explained as you pulled away from the embrace, your hands resting on his shoulders and his on your waist.

“We? Your brothers?” you asked, eyes widening slightly.

“Yeah, they’re in town. Bo runs the garage actually” he told you. “Are you staying for a while?” he asked, seriously hoping you’d say yes.

“I was planning on staying a few days but now I have to stay longer” you smiled brightly. You didn’t plan on leaving him again so soon.

“C’mon, I’ll take you to the house and get Bo to look at your car” Lester offered before releasing you and heading around the truck to climb inside.

“Hey, Lester?” you stopped him by grabbing his arm, making him turn back to you. “I missed you” you told him.

“I missed you too” Lester smiled at you, glad to hear he wasn’t the only one.

The two of you climbed into the truck and headed towards Ambrose, ready to see his brothers again. Lester worried about you discovering what they were up to in the town, he just wanted to be able to spend some time with you again.

[ptergwen]

no sleep

pairing: singer!reader x tom holland || w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing and many many many suggestive jokes

summary: you’re on jimmy kimmel to talk about your music, but he has other plans

a/n: y’all i’ve literally always wanted to write singer!reader and this idea just came to me and i had to get it out because it’s so cute :,) i really hope ya like it

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jimmy kimmel invited you onto his show to promote a single from your upcoming album. you stepped out of the spotlight for a while, so this is your first official appearance of the year.

“my first guest tonight...” there’s a cheer from the audience. you grin to yourself, waiting for jimmy to finish announcing you.

“you wanna say it for me?” he chuckles and stands your picture up on his desk. “my first guest tonight surprised fans this morning with her new single ‘no sleep.’ it’s currently number one in over seventy countries.” jimmy holds for applause, which you get a ton of. you cover your hot face with your hands.

“she’s here to talk to us about the song and her short hiatus. please welcome y/n y/l/n!”

the music plays while you walk onstage, followed by more cheers and clapping. you’re beaming as you wave to everyone. you give jimmy a quick hug and exchange hello’s over the noise.

you’ve been in the industry for a few years, but you’ll never get used to responses like this. all the love really warms your heart.

“thank you!” you giggle out, taking your seat on the couch. the audience yells some more when the music dies out. “thank you so much! oh my god,” you make a face at jimmy, who laughs and gestures to everyone. “they clearly hated the song,” he jokes to you. “i was gonna say,” you agree, smoothing your dress down.

you look out at the crowd with a pout. “no, seriously. you guys are so cute.” jimmy copies your pout, earning a playful eye roll from you.

you’ve been on the show a couple of times before, so you two are friendly. tom has also brought you to chill backstage with him when he was a guest. you would’ve brought him this time if he wasn’t away for filming.

“so, you took most of the year off from making music,” jimmy starts the actual conversation. “mhm, i did,” you hum and cross one of your legs over the other. “how was that? was it weird not being in the studio?” you scrunch your face up, then he adds another question. “what did you actually do with yourself?”

“i mean, music is obviously a big part of who i am. making it, loving it, all that stuff.” a small smile crosses your face. “so, yeah. it sort of felt like something was missing at first.” jimmy nods along, you shrugging one of your shoulders.

“at the same time, i really needed to take a minute and just breathe. come back with my shit more together. i think i have,” you let out a reflective sigh. “it didn’t have anything to do with your boyfriend? a mr. tom holland?” jimmy teases, you waving a hand at him. “no, don’t give him all the credit.”

your break genuinely was for yourself. no one needs to know that tom was also off, or that he spent all his free time with you. that was just a plus.

“are you sure? because, it seemed like you two were getting really cozy.” a picture from your instagram pops up on the screen. it’s of tom under a blanket. he’s reaching out for you with a lazy smile. you lean over on the couch so you’re off camera, another giggle escaping you.

jimmy flips to another picture. “that was exhibit A. here’s exhibit B.” the whole audience coos, jimmy raising his eyebrows at you. this one is a mirror selfie from tom’s instagram. your arms are slung around his neck from behind, and half your face is hidden. tom is doing his signature eye crinkling smile into the camera.

“aren’t they just adorable?” jimmy asks the audience, making them erupt in more cheers. you sit up again and clear your throat. seeing those is bittersweet for you. “he’s very cuddly. anyway, back to the music!” you do a small clap. little do you know, there’s much more to come.

“yes, yes. back to the music. talk to me about ‘no sleep.’” the song is one hundred percent about tom. you’re not sure you should say that, considering the... explicit content in it. you and tom did get very cozy over your break, as jimmy would say. it was the only time you weren’t relaxing.

“well,” you plaster on an overly happy smile. that earns more laughter from jimmy. “it’s about what you do in bed when you’re, um, not sleeping,” you explain. “and who do you do those things in bed with?” jimmy glances up at the screen again. “you’re choosing violence today, jimmy,” you say under your breath.

there’s a chuckle from backstage that sounds eerily similar to tom’s. it must have been a PA. all this talk about him is seriously fucking with your head.

“well, everyone in my life inspires my work in some way. they’re such angels,” you dodge the question, thinking you’re clever about it. jimmy won’t let you get off that easy. “friends? family?” he asks you. “yeah, everyone,” you exhale in relief. jimmy widens his eyes at you. “so, that means ‘no sleep’ is about your mom?”

your mouth falls open. he’s really going to make you spill the details of your sex life.

“what the fuck, no!” you squeal, looking out into the audience for help. they join in your laughter. “it’s about tom,” you finally confirm so jimmy doesn’t suggest anything else. “it’s about tom, my god. next topic.” you’re smiling despite yourself.

“why? don’t you wanna tell us more about your lover?” jimmy glances off to the side. what is going on back there? you sit up straighter in your spot. “no, this is my interview!” you’re half joking, half serious.

although you and tom aren’t private at all, you’ve never talked about him this much. it’s overwhelming. besides that, this is making you miss him a lot.

“that’s too bad. we thought... we thought you might like to share it,” jimmy is already grinning about whatever he has planned. this isn’t supposed to be part of your segment. “huh? i’m literally so lost.” you furrow your eyebrows at him, lowering your voice. “we didn’t talk about this.”

he pats the arm of your couch. “they say there’s no time like the present. ladies and gentlemen, tom holland!”

on cue, tom runs out from backstage. the audience practically roars with how loud they are. people even jump out of their seats. you clasp a hand over your mouth in pure shock. this feels like a prank, like jimmy is about to say sike. then, tom comes up to the couch. you almost fall over, jimmy proudly watching on.

tom grins so wide it takes up his whole face. “happy release day,” he murmurs as you get to your feet. you’re not able to speak just yet, only staring up at him with glossy eyes. he brings you into a tight hug. his hands rub up and down your back, your arms snaking around his middle.

“tommy,” you try to whisper the nickname. you forgot your microphone is on. everyone “aw’s” at you both, including jimmy. “my love,” tom’s lips brush your cheek briefly. “hi, baby,” he speaks into your ear. you hide your face in his button up while he rocks you side to side.

he’s been away for a couple of months working on the third spider-man. this is the first time you’ve seen him since he left.

“shouldn’t you be in atlanta?” you ask louder this time for the audience to hear. you’re still doing an interview. “today’s a big day. i had to see you,” tom gives you one last squeeze. “in person,” he adds, before you can say you already facetimed.

the fact that him and jimmy put this whole thing together is making you emotional. you’d be fully crying if you two were alone right now.

“she doesn’t want you here, though. remember?” jimmy chimes in, tom breathing out a laugh. he sadly lets go of you. you flop back onto the couch, tom pointing behind him with his thumb. “i’ll just be on my way. five hour flight, no big deal.” “no, no, no, no. stay,” you whine and make grabby hands at him.

that’s all it takes for tom to slip into the spot next to you. he bites back a smile, putting an arm around you and the couch. you don’t want to annoy everyone with too much pda, so you subtly curl into his side. the people actually love you and tom together. jimmy claps his hands.

“we’ll be right back with y/n y/l/n and tom holland!” he says into the camera, the band playing more filler music. he steps out from behind the desk to greet tom. tom stands up, the two of them giving each other pats on the back. the camera stops rolling.

“hey, man. thanks for doing this,” tom puts a hand on jimmy’s arm. “anything for the happy couple. i’m gonna get some water, see you in five.” jimmy shoots you another smile on his way to his dressing room. you return it. that leaves you and tom to yourselves.

“baby,” you say in a sing song voice, dropping your head onto tom’s shoulder. “i’m so happy you’re here. i real life almost peed when you came out.” tom snakes his arm around your waist. “that would be upsetting,” he mumbles, his index finger drawing circles on you. “it would’ve ruined your very pretty dress.”

“you like it?” you knowingly tug at the form fitting material. tom shifts in his spot. “i’ll tell you what,” he leans in closer to you with a smirk, his breath tickling your ear. “we’re getting no sleep tonight,” he sings from the chorus of your song. you burst into a giggle and squeeze your eyes shut.

he ends up being right.

[360iris]

Like We’ll Never Have Sex (Sirius Black x Reader x James Potter)

Warnings: Hurt-comfort? A few curse words. Potential trigger warning for a simulated panic attack?

Word count: 1,887

Summary: “You kissed me, just to kiss me, and not to make me cry. It was simple, you are sweetness, it was good to know” - Leith Ross

Series Chapters: un, deux, trios (you are currently here)

A/N: I may or may not have despaired over whether I’m a decent writer whiling making this bad boy, but I went crazy on this one, besties!

“No wonder you’re still bloody freezing, you’re not even wearing your scarf properly.” Sirius grumbled, turning around on the path to Hogsmeade and trudging back to where you stood in the snow. 

“What do you have it on for, if you’re just gonna have it tossed ‘round your neck?” He asked rhetorically, picking up the knitted garment and gently wrapping your neck the “right way”.

“Didn’t think ‘bout it.” You respond halfway through a wide mouthed yawn, his face scrunching up in mock disgust seeing as yours was only a few inches away from his own.

“Oh that’s lovely, thanks for that. What’s that note I’m getting? Hints of the peppermint cocoa you had for breakfast?” He asked, only to be ignored as you patiently watched with a pout, as he tucked the loose ends into the collar of your coat.

“It’s practically a blizzard out here, couldn’t you guys put off going to the pub for one weekend?” 

“So you can go back to your dorm and sulk while listening to Please, Please Me from front to back? No way. It’s not even a sad album.” He teased further, slipping his hand into your own and pulling you to catch up with the others.

“It is when you’re single.” You mumble back and he just scoffs.

The temperature inside of The Three Broomsticks was thankfully much warmer than the climate outside, though you couldn’t appreciate it much with the current predicament you’d been placed in.

Dragged out of the indulgent comforts of your four poster bed, just to end up sitting across from the ex you hadn’t properly spoken to in six months, wasn’t how you thought you were going to spend your Saturday.

“I’m glad to see the two of you are happy.” You heard James say, your gaze begrudgingly tearing away from your fingertips to his face, to find he was fondly watching Sirius noisily order drinks for the three of you.

“What?” You ask hoarsely, your voice strained from nerves.

“Everytime I ask him about you, he changes the subject, but it’s not hard to miss how much you mean to him. It’s the first time he’s ever taken a girl so seriously too.” 

It was strange. Even though he was speaking clearly, it felt like you weren’t hearing him correctly.

Was he really trying to talk to you about Sirius? After months of being so caught up in the fact that he finally had Lily, all he’d ever spoken to you about since the breakup was Quidditch or homework.

“Um..” You start but slowly trail off, at a loss for words.

“Come now, no need to be coy with me, Y/n.” He smiled gently at you, and though anyone else might’ve found it reassuring, it only made you frown as your stomach progressively became more and more queasy.

“I’m- I’m not being coy, James.” You finally spoke, voice fading out as his name fell off your tongue. This whole situation really sucked.

It seemed only to worsen as Remus and Lily approached the table, shaking off any remaining snow that had stuck to their clothes.

“Scrivenshaft’s didn’t have what we were looking for, apparently they won’t be fully restocked until next month.” She sighed, ridding herself of her coat before bending over to give him a greeting kiss on the lips. 

“ ‘Ts too bad.” He replied, smiling affectionately at her. And just as he stood to pull out the chair beside his, for her to sit in, you turned your face away.

“I am not going back up there.” Sirius sniffed as he placed three mugs down onto the table, divvying them between you, James and himself before slipping into the seat next to you. “You’d think it'd be less packed in here due to the weather.”

“You could’ve gotten ours too-“ Remus started before being cut off by James, who slid his cup over to Lily for her to have.

“Ah, don’t worry about it. You have this one, doll. I’ll get one for me and Remus.”  And you could feel your eyes begin to burn from the strain of keeping in tears.

Haphazardly shoveling your coat on, you tried to speak nonchalantly, “Um- someone can have mine. My stomach’s not up for it anyway. Think I’ll head on back after all.” 

Ignoring their responses was made easy by the way your ears seemed to plug as you sent a final, dismissive wave their way before pushing forward into the icy white.

Everything felt so off, so overwhelmingly twisted that you weren’t sure where you were or what you were doing, until you were snapped back to reality by the image of Sirius kneeling in front of you. 

His hair messily pulled into a half up, half down bun to keep it out of his eyes. The look of worry on his face, matched with the sight of his coat barely pulled over his heaving shoulders confused you further.

“Y/n, fuck. You didn’t hurt yourself did you?” He asked panting, hectically checking your body, seeing as he’d found you hunched over in the snow crying your eyes out.

You shook your head ‘no’ and he seemed to sigh in relief, silently grasping the back of your head and pulling you against him to offer a sense of comfort and warmth.

“I shouldn’t have pushed you into coming with us today. You were trying to tell me you weren’t ready and- I didn’t listen. I’m sorry, Y/n. I really am. I won’t do it again.” As he apologized, his voice partially muffled from his face being buried in your hair, you tried your best to focus on your breathing. 

As the two of you sat collapsed in the piling snow, he could feel the soft, warm patter of your tears falling onto his shoulder. The slight tickle of your breath fanning against his neck until it gradually evened out. 

Your fingers balled into fists at his chest, aiding in anchoring yourself before you pulled back.

Resting your forehead against his, he could finally see how red and puffy your eyes had gotten; you looked so emotionally worn and he felt his heart pang.

“You promise?” You asked quietly, eyebrows feebly lifted up in question and he couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle. Leaning in and affectionately rubbing your noses together before softly kissing your pouted lips. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as he closed in; it was simple, but good.

His tongue still tasting of sweet butterscotch from the hot Butterbeer he’d only got a sip of before abandoning to run after you.

And as he pulled away, his lips brushed against your own as he spoke, wearing a lopsided grin, “I promise.”

“Good.” You replied with a sniff, looking up at him all doe-eyed as he rose to stand. Quietly watching as he hooked his hands under your armpits and lifted you up onto your own feet with subtle ease. 

“I want to go back to bed.” You announced finally and he made no objections.

You spent the remainder of the afternoon laying in your dorm, cuddled against his chest, drifting in and out of sleep up until dinner time, when there was a knock at the door. 

“Mary and Marlene wouldn’t knock.” You noted as Sirius slipped out of your grasp and approached the door.

“That’s because it’s not them.” He replied simply, somehow already knowing who was there. You sat up as he opened it, revealing a pensive James. 

The two seemed to communicate without a need for words or elaborate facial expressions. 

They merely made eye contact, and within seconds, Sirius let out a sigh and came back to the mattress to retrieve his coat; offering you only a kiss on the forehead and a simple, “I’ll be waiting in the common room.” Before exiting the room and closing the door behind himself.

Once he’d left, the atmosphere in the room was drastically different, compared to how it was sitting in the pub. 

James’ eyes gave off a resolute air as he waited by the door, as though giving you the opportunity to say you didn’t care what he had to offer anymore, and that he’d leave in a heartbeat if you told him to. But that order never came.

Instead you adjusted your position on the bed and patted the crimson duvet lightly to signal that he could sit.

He nodded stiffly before approaching, sinking into the plush fabric quietly, and the two of you sat like that for a while; letting the silence do most of the talking before he finally decided to speak.

“Remus filled me in- on everything.” He admitted staring at the wall in front of him, his hands clasped together like iron. “Mind you he was very adamant on taking it to his grave, but I wouldn’t let up until he told me exactly what he knew.” 

You smiled weakly, thinking of Remus’ unyielding loyalty to you and to Sirius before commenting, “He must’ve felt like it wasn’t his place to speak on it so eagerly.” to which James just nodded.

“I didn’t know.” He finally whispered, “I didn’t know so much.” And you made no excuse for neither him nor yourself.

“Sadly, the truth is that I didn’t want to know. I wanted to believe that you were as happy as I was, because if you weren’t-“ He paused, pressing his face into his hands and letting out a giant sigh.

 “If you weren’t, I’d have to admit to myself that I’d wronged you gravely. That I had hurt one of the most important people in my life, something that I’d vowed never to do at one point in time.”

That one stung a lot and you could feel tears brimming up to the surface again.

“When we first started dating, I genuinely believed I was the luckiest man alive. I still do, in fact. You treated me with such gentle attentiveness and I promised myself I’d never grow to take it for granted, that I’d make sure you were overwhelmed with more love than one girl could ever hope to grasp. Well.. it’s safe to say I abandoned that one not too long ago.” 

Running a hand over his mouth and chin, he sat up straight before turning to face you, his eyes were earnest and filled with unadulterated guilt.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He breathed and it was all you could’ve asked for.

Embracing him, you buried your face into his dark curls and cried as you took in his scent, just like the night you’d broken up.

“I haven’t forgiven you for giving up on me.” You whimpered, and one of his hands came to rest at the small of your back, while the other smoothed the top of your head as you whispered the words, “But I want to.”

“That’s enough for me.” He replied, pulling away just enough to press tender kisses onto both of your cheeks and letting his lips linger against your temple before repeating himself, “That’s enough for me.”

After all the crying was done, the two of you entered the common room to head out for the last meal of the day.

He went to Lily,

you went to Sirius

and it was a start.

Taglist: @thotbutpurple @sprucewoodlover @sunrisefairy

[ethanesimp]

AMAMI PER SEMPRE // E.T.

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x Fem! Reader

Summary: Ethan isn’t the brightest—or the best—when it comes to surprises, so his attempt at proposing to you causes a few misunderstandings...

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Swearing, a tiny tiny mention of death, some angst, other than that it’s pure fluff and me projecting my obsession with old books onto the reader.

Request: Ethan planning to propose and acting super nervous and strange (a bit angsty bc the reader doesn’t know what’s happening) and ending in pure fluff.

Masterlist // Taglist link in bio

A/N: After more than a year of stepping foot into a bookstore for *cough* obvious reasons, I got to go to one yesterday. While looking at some second-hand books I had an idea that I decided to combine with @kawaiiwxnnabe​’s lovely request to bring you this. I hope you enjoy! <3 

Ethan had been mindlessly listening to Damiano sing Amandoti when the thought of marrying you first seriously crossed his mind. It had been a thing he’d thought of countless times ever since he started dating you, but it had never remained with as much intensity as it had that time. 

Damiano, who had noticed his friend’s face illuminate all of a sudden, had a talk with him that once and for all convinced Ethan that it was the right time and you were the right person. He didn’t sleep at all that night because he couldn’t stop thinking about what would be the perfect way to propose to you. It was no secret to him—or anyone who knew you—that you were a hopeless romantic. 

There was nothing that made you happier than simple and small details that came from the heart. That was the reason why you had developed an affinity towards old books. Not only did they have a particular and special scent that reminded you of vanilla and chocolate, but some had the luck—as you liked to call it—of being embellished by notes on margins or dedications on covers. Whether they were about love, sorrow, or maybe even hate, they still showed a small glimpse into the life of the person who had once owned it. Those notes told a story that would prevail even long after they were gone from the earth. 

Ever since he had noticed that small obsession of yours, Ethan had tried to help you expand your treasured collection by bringing you back books he found at antique stores from every country the band played in. 

During a visit to Spain after he initially had his stirring thought, Ethan took the chance to visit one of the second-hand shops he’d found during a night stroll with Victoria, who had disappeared into a bakery. His main goal was to find something different from the usual books he brought back for you. 

After he walked into the store and vaguely told the old lady at the counter about his idea in the best Spanish he could muster, she smiled warmly at him and guided him to the very back of the tiny shop where a beautiful and worn out bookshelf sat in all its glory, filled with as many books as it could hold. 

He immediately started searching around for the perfect book, but it proved to be harder than he initially thought it’d be. After searching around for more than an hour, all he had found was a collection of Edgar Allan Poe’s tales and poems with a heartbreaking note to someone’s dead lover. While it had almost brought him to tears and was a special thing he’d buy to give to you later, it wasn’t exactly the best thing to help him carry out his plan.   

Victoria walked into the shop when he was about to give up and, fully aware of his plan, started looking around without saying a word to him. They both searched around the messy piles of books for something. It didn’t take long for her to stumble across three books held together by a lilac satin ribbon. 

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, and Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. All three contained a note on the very first page right under the title, but the last one stood out above the other two because, according to his basic knowledge of Spanish, it ended with the very question he wanted to ask ¿Quieres casarte conmigo? Or ‘Will you marry me?’. He bought all three of them after a huge smile and a thumbs up from Victoria.  

What he hadn’t expected was for them to remain hidden in a drawer he knew you never opened underneath piles of clothes. Ever since he came back from their small trip to Spain, Ethan had tried to ask the question about six times, but always ended up choking on his words and saying something else. In fact, the first time he ever tried, Ethan chickened out at the last second and ended up giving you the Edgar Allan Poe anthology instead.

You were still none the wiser to his plan even after he’d asked about your opinion on marriage a few times. Anyone would’ve probably caught up with what was going on already, but you were always so busy with things happening around you that you didn’t connect his awkward and nervous attitude with his questions.

You didn’t start giving his actions a second thought until one night… You had been cooped up in your office all day working on a new project you were supposed to present to your boss by the end of the week when you suddenly felt the urge to get up and walk around the house.

Ethan was casually sitting on the couch as he whispered unintelligible words into his phone. You supposed he was on a call with a friend or maybe his manager and was trying to be quiet to avoid disturbing you, but then he hung up the call with a panicked expression the moment he noticed you. After that, you started thinking back on the way he had been behaving ever since he returned and it all raised the suspicion that there was something strange going on. 

It didn’t get any better when he kept on acting weird. Simple things that he had allowed you to do, like using his phone to take pictures because it had a better camera than yours, now seemed to make him almost mad. He’d even snapped at you once when you tried to grab it to take a picture with him. Even if Ethan had apologized right away, it still didn’t calm you down, especially because he had gone as far as to change the password on it.

It almost felt like he was walking on eggshells around you and you didn’t like it one bit. Your relationship had always been about honesty and worked because of constant communication. Everything was just so strange that your mind couldn’t help but think of the worst.

You were an imaginative person who never had any difficulties when it came to envisioning things clearly. Unfortunately, that also applied to every negative thought that crossed your mind, so it wasn’t hard for you to start coming up with the worst explanations as to why he was acting so suspicious. It didn’t help much that he had been busier than normal because the band was wrapping up on their latest album, so you hadn’t had the opportunity to sit down and voice all your concerns, to ask if something was going on and if there was a way to fix it. 

The morning of your anniversary, you’d finally had enough. You had woken up, expecting to feel Ethan’s arm tightly wrapped around your waist and to receive a shower of kisses the moment he noticed you were awake, but no. There was no Ethan and the side of his bed was already neatly made.

Your disappointment only grew when he wasn’t in the kitchen or his small studio where he had his drums. You doubted he was in the house at all. 

It was a thing that wouldn’t have affected you much had he done it any other time, but with everything that had been going on as of late, you could only fear the worst. So, without being able to control yourself, you started making the worst conclusions. You’d always been fully aware that he loved you, but all the signs undoubtedly pointed at him meeting someone new… And maybe he was going to leave you for them as well… during your anniversary.

That was all you needed to break into tears. You climbed back into bed and cried for what seemed to be hours. Even since you got together, you had thought of him as your person, your forever. The thought of him leaving you broke your heart into tiny pieces.

Ethan arrived home only a few minutes after you’d buried yourself underneath all the blankets and cried out all your worries. When he was about to open the door to your bedroom, he stopped. Were you crying? 

He stood there in complete silence for a few seconds until he was more than sure that you were, in fact, crying. Ethan rushed inside and he felt his heart break at the sight of you looking so heartbroken, and it didn’t get any better when he heard a whimper come out of your mouth at the sight of him. You cuddled deeper into the bedsheets and turned away from him.

Ethan sat on your side of the bed and, as delicately as possible, he cupped your face into his warm hands and wiped your tears with his thumbs, “Amore,” He said in a quiet voice, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You tried to turn away from him, but his grip on your face stopped you from doing so. You placed one of your hands on top of his and gave it a firm squeeze. No part of you was ready to have that conversation with him because that was going to be it and you were going to have to watch him leave…

So, with a lot of courage, you spoke the first words that came to mind, “You know, i-it’s okay if you’ve found someone else,” You caressed his cheek softly as more tears started spilling down your face, “You can tell me if you have.”

His eyebrows furrowed at your words and the only thing he could do was shake his head no, “What? Found someone else? What would make you say such a thing dolcezza?”

Then, before you could even answer, realization hit him like a ton of bricks and he felt like the stupidest living being on the face of the Earth. He pinched his nose and sighed, annoyed at himself.

“Fuck… I’m so fucking stupid. Please don’t ever think of something like that. I was just… I-I,” Clueless as to what to say, Ethan pressed his lips against yours to kiss you slowly, hoping it spoke more than his words ever could. He could still taste a trace of the salty tears that had fallen on your lips and he couldn’t help but shed a few of his own at the thought that he’d been the one to make you cry.

After pulling away, Ethan pressed his forehead to yours and brushed his nose against yours while his arms held you as close as possible, “Will you close your eyes for just a second, amore mio? I promise everything will make so much sense soon.”

You nodded and kept your eyes closed as you felt him get up from the bed. You heard him open and close a few drawers, and look around for something for a while before he sat back on the bed. Ethan grabbed your hands in his and slowly slipped the three small books into your grasp.

You opened his eyes after a small sound of approval from him and smiled when you saw the three old books held together by a ribbon and the pretty pink rose that had been carefully been slipped into the first book and the ribbon.

You gently removed the flower and placed it on your side. Then you undid the simple knot and picked up the first book, “Wuthering Heights?” You questioned.

He nodded, “Yeah… At least I think that’s it. I hope I didn’t bring back some sketchy book or some shit,” Ethan scratched his neck and you giggled as you opened it on the first page. Your fingers brushed over the letters neatly written down in fountain pen.  

After clearing your throat, you started reading the first dedication out loud. Since your Spanish wasn’t exactly the best either, you had to pause every once in a while to translate all the words, “May 17, 1850… My dearest Helena, I hope this book reaches you in great condition, being apart from you is one of the hardest challenges I have ever had to face, one of the most painful as well. I hope you can find me in between these pages as you read and remember how much I love you, remember how much I long to be back in your arms and kiss your lips. Sincerely, Alejandro.”

You closed it and placed it back on the bed before opening the second book and doing the same thing with the third, “January 24, 1855. Carolina, nothing I’ve ever experienced has gotten close to being as terrible as not having you in my arms. Apologies are overdue… long overdue. Words have never been my strongest suit, yet I still hope I can coherently express just how much I love you, all of you. I’m afraid I’m already too late since you will soon be betrothed to someone else and there will be nothing I can do by then.

 “Still, I hope with everything in my being that this arrives sooner so you’re aware of how sorry I am. I hope you remember that I would do anything you asked without a single complaint just to watch that lovely smile I adore so much appear on your face. If you ever come back to me, I promise with every fiber of my being, and I’ll be dammed if I don’t keep my promise, that I will leave everything behind and escape with you. Anywhere, any time. So with that, I ask a question that will hopefully have a yes as an answer. Will you marry me? With love, Javier.”

Before you could close it, Ethan stopped you and timidly asked for you to open the book on the very last page. You did it and looked back at him with confusion at the sight of his writing on the page, “Read this one out loud for me. Will you Y/N?” You nodded and mumbled a small ‘of course’ before clearing your throat to get rid of the knot that had formed. 

“October 21, 2025… Y/N, my one true love, I’ve always hoped to make a gesture that will remind you of your treasured books. I’ve never been one great with words spoken out loud, so I sought inspiration from those before me who were just as in love with someone as I am with you. Ever since I met you I dreamt of one day settling down with you, of having our small home in the countryside as you’ve always dreamed of. Maybe even doing some of those cloying gestures people seem to do in fiction and dedicate to you the most beautiful love poems I lay eyes on. 

“I’ve wondered for a while how I could ever take the step that would bring me closer to that goal, yet every time I try, words seem to get stuck in my throat with no way out and I end up in square one all over again. It is with this note that I hope to finally take a step in the right direction because I know you’re it for me. You’re my person, my forever, and there’s nothing I would love more than to share my life with you. Sei la mia migliore amica e il mio unico vero amore. Ti chiedo di accettare il mio amore, il mio nome e tutto quello che sono.” (You are my best friend and my one true love. I ask you to accept my love, my name, and everything I am.)

When your eyes spotted the four words that followed, you slowly lowered the book, “Will you marry me?” You both said at the same time, although yours sounded more like an unintelligible mumble. Only then did you notice him down on one knee right in front of you. He held a velvet box with one of the most beautiful rings sitting inside of it 

A hand went to cover your mouth as tears started falling down your face. This time, happy and free of worry. You could only nod repeatedly, overcome with pure joy as your heart swelled with love.

He slowly slid the ring into your finger and grabbed your face to kiss you once again, “I’m so sorry I made you think something else was going on. I just kept backtracking every time I tried to tell you. Not because I was regretting the decision but because I didn’t want to lose you.”

You shook your head as a silent way of saying it was alright and brushed his hair back with your fingers, “The important thing is that you’ve done it and you’re not going to lose me, no matter how hard you try. I’ll always be right here because I love you and I’ll always be yours.”

[wheeier]

no taking back

summary: it was only fun and games. but steve had other plans.

warnings: modern au, tooth-rotting fluff i guess, little but of swearing

+ olivia rodrigo’s sour album (stream besties), the movie tangled at the end because it just radiates as a comfort movie

yes a modern au !!! i just saw this on tiktok (the sour part, but the rest was my idea!) and thought it was so cute so it gave me an idea to make it as a fic, enjoy !!!

steve harrington x fem!reader

olivia rodrigo’s new album just released and you were thrilled to listen to it and stream it the whole day.

when you finally got to listen to it, you asked your friends—robin, nancy, and the party, if they listened to it and which ones were their favorites.

robin told you that her top three were hope ur ok, jealousy, jealousy, and brutal.

nancy said she really loved favorite crime.

max said hers was also brutal.

el told you that she played good 4 u and traitor on repeat that hopper had to go into her room to turn it down.

when mike comes over to the cabin he can assure that el does indeed play them on repeat and get pissy about it (but he secretly loves the album, but he wouldn’t let her or anyone know that).

and lastly lucas and dustin are fans of deja vu and 1 step forward 3 steps back. max even told you that they would sing the bridge of deja vu on the top of their lungs.

you slightly laughed at the memory of them telling you about it.

however, there’s one more person that you haven’t talked to about it yet.

steve.

your smile faltered and faded when he came across in your mind.

your feelings for him had deepened over the time and listening to the sour album made it feel like you two had broken up, which in fact, is not true because you were never together in the first place.

suddenly, an idea popped in your head. instead of being sad about steve, you thought about texting him, although it’s almost 1AM, you knew he’d still be up.

Sailor Man

You: hey

You: u up?

Sailor Man: duh

Sailor Man: this has been our nightly routine u always bother me when i’m about to go to sleep

You: fuck off

You: don’t pretend that you’re not binge watching outer banks until 4am

Sailor Man: i’m not?!?

You: yeah right

You: anyways

You: can u do me a favor

Sailor Man: will i get free pizza afterwards

You: no

Sailor Man: k

You: what the fuck

You: fine

Sailor Man: hehe

Sailor Man: what’s the favor ;)

You: dont get me started with that winky face i swear ure so dead when i see you at the wheeler’s house tomorrow

You: have you listened to olivia rodrigo’s new album

Sailor Man: ohh the bitter album?

You: ITS SOUR DUMBASS

Sailor Man: I DONT KNOW?!?

You: I CANT DO THIS HJAGSK

Sailor Man: shut up

Sailor Man: i’ve heard some of the songs but i haven’t fully listened to them

Sailor Man: why

You: can you like

You: ask me to be ur girlfriend then break up with me right after so i can experience and actually feel the whole sour album

Sailor Man: what

You: just do it !!

Sailor Man: you’re so funny (y/n/n)

Sailor Man: okay

Sailor Man: will you be my girlfriend?

You: yes !!!

You: ...

You: hello

You: dont tell me u fell asleep

Sailor Man: i’m not doing the last part you might as well forget about it

You: wjat

Sailor Man: :D

You: wtf

You: okay steve cut it out i’m not doing this anymore u’re not funny

Sailor Man: nope

Sailor Man: go to sleep we’re dating now that’s how this works

Sailor Man: okay i dont know if you’re still reading this now and i am terrified to say this to you in person like TERRIFIED. might piss my pants if i did. so (y/n/n), my favorite dumbass, my favorite person to talk to at night even if it interrupts my binge watching marathon, you make me so happy to the point that even when i sleep you’re still in my dreams. i like you. i have like the biggest fattest crush on you. and thank you for doing that sour album thing or whatever, because of that i get to finally ask you out

you rolled on your back after you read the message, facing the ceiling as your mind processed what just happened. was he playing with you? was he actually serious about asking you out?

Incoming video call...

Sailor Man

you took a deep breath before tapping the green button and placing it back down on the bed.

“hey,” you can tell that he was tired based on his voice. “can you show your face, please? i miss you.”

ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you hesitantly lifted the phone and shifted your position to lay on your side. “hey.”

“hey yourself.” steve grins. that stupid grin that makes your stomach turn, that grin you always want to see everyday.

“what’s..up?” you avoided looking at him and started to admire your surroundings and the posters placed on your wall. this was the only time you were glad you weren’t with him in person.

“i just wanted to see if you’re okay.” of course he will ask that. he's steve. he cares about other more than himself.

“i am, thanks.” you showed a smile that doesn't reach your ears and steve knew something was bothering you. “hey, look. i'm sorry about my confession- if it made you uncomfortable i'm sorry-”

“no,” you cut him off, looking back at his face on the screen. “i’m fine, really. you don't have to apologize. i was just, surprised.”

there was silence between the two of you for a few seconds, before you spoke again. “did you mean it?” you voice was only above whisper but steve managed to hear them. “of course,” he answered almost too quick, without any hesitation. “i've been trying to find the perfect opportunity and had been asking god for signs because i can't make a move myself-”

“asking god?” you chuckled and steve smiled hearing them, glad that he somehow lightened the mood. “well, more like begging.” he continues and you giggled.

once your laughter died you both fell into silence again. you still couldn’t believe that out of a fun joke, it would turn into a whole another situation. “so, um.. just so you know, i’m not mad, or upset, or anything. i really was just surprised. it felt like a dream because i didn’t know that you like me back and all i did was just supposed to be a fun joke but—”

“hold on, back?”

“what?”

“like you back. you said i like you back.” steve sat up on his bed and fixed his hair as his eyes widened. “i did...” you said slowly, not catching up.

“does that mean you..”

then it hit you. “oh, right. yeah. i- i like you..too.” you waited for his reaction and once you saw him smile you couldn’t stop yourself from doing the same.

“i knew it. and well, i guess that confirms it. we’re dating now. no taking back.” he smirks then laughs when your rolled your eyes. “don’t flatter yourself, harrington. i did not say shit.” you pointed your index finger on the screen, barely containing your giggles.

“based on your beautiful smile i think you don’t need to say it. i like you, and you like me. we’re dating.” steve gives you a teasing smile. you tried keeping your serious face but it won’t last longer so you finally smiled again. “alright, fine. no taking backs. we’re dating.” you said then laughed as he whisper-yelled ‘yes!’ while fist pumping the air.

he soon joined your laughter and you stayed like that until your jaw was pretty much in pain because of your smiles. when it was all quiet again, you both just admired each other’s presence through the screens of your phones. “i wish i was there with you.” he mumbles. “yeah, me too.” you hugged your cold pillow beside you, closing your eyes for a moment and imagining it as steve.

“are your parents home?”

you snorted at his random question. “i’m actually alone right now, they’re out because dad got promoted at his work so he and mom and i think a few friends went out to celebrate. they should be home by an hour or two. why?”

“nothing.” was all he said before hanging up. you were left confused but then he’s your best friend after all, so you knew right then and there that he’ll do something stupid. after you turned your phone off you suddenly felt watching a movie so you went to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

when it was finished and had been put in a bowl, that’s when you heard your doorbell rang—in a pattern which you recognize, and only one person does that.

you let out a quiet laugh when you realized who it was and set the bowl on the counter before opening the door.

“hi!” steve greeted you with a smile. “uh, hi?” you laughed nervously and stepped aside for him to go in. “i smell popcorn, are we having a movie night?” he says as he steps inside and shrugged off his jacket. “actually yeah, i’m planning on watching—”

“tangled.” he finishes off, you subconsciously smiled upon hearing your favorite movie. “how’d you know?”

steve snatches a few popcorns from the bowl as you both arrived in the kitchen. “(y/n), you have watched that movie 7 times this week and always gush to me about it.”

“well, you’re the only one that is around my age that i can talk to with that movie. robin and nancy aren’t that into it.” you replied, grabbing the bowl and making your way back to your bedroom, steve following your heels. “and you think i’m the best option to talk to about that?” he asks, plopping down on your bed and resting his back on the headboard.

“you’re not complaining.” you shrugged as you grabbed your laptop and sat beside steve.

“yeah, probably because i like you.” it came out of his mouth casually. you froze in place and felt your cheeks heat up, finally nodding your head slowly, “..probably.” as you typed in the movie in your laptop you felt steve scoot closer, making your breath hitch.

you were both in a comfortable silence while watching the movie, except for a few jokes and comments that steve makes and him explaining how similar he was to flynn rider.

“you know, since i’m eugene, you could be rapunzel.” he suddenly says. you eyes were still on the screen but your eyebrows furrowed. “why? i’m nothing like her.”

finally looking at steve, you almost screamed how he was already looking at you. “oh, you are so rapunzel. you may not have the longest hair in the world, but you are pretty much similar.” he replies, smiling and not taking his eyes off of you.

you paused the movie and shifted your body towards him, intrigued by his explaination. “how so?”

“well, first off,” steve starts, resting his hands on the soft mattress. “you’re both sweet, you’re both a huge ray of sunshine, have gorgeous eyes and smile, and eugene is head over heels over you — and since he doesn’t exist in real life, i’d like to be the substitute.” he finished with a confident smile.

after about three seconds, you burst out of laughter. you laughed. as much as he loves the sound of your laugh, he can’t help but pout. “(y/n), i’m trying to be sweet here!”

“i’m sorry!- it’s just- i can’t help but laugh at your flirting.” you managed to say between your laughs. you know he’s kidding but he looked at you like he was offended.

your laughter died down and held steve’s face. “it’s cute, sorry.” you mumble with a little laugh. when he finally smiled you turned to your laptop and continued the movie.

steve gazes at you for a few more seconds before watching the movie with you again. “thank you.” you whisper, glancing at him.

“you’re very much welcome, my rapunzel.” he says smiling before he slides a bit down on the bed so his head could reach your shoulder and rests it there.

you giggled as you heard him whisper,

“thank you, olivia rodrigo.”

[charlie-rulerofhell]

For they know exactly what they do

Today there was a pretty long article published in the German newspaper FAZ, written by Julia Schaaf. Since there were quite a few interesting topics raised in it and Måneskin talked about some new aspects (or in more detail), I translated the whole thing (it might also have helped me to procrastinate).

Full interview in English under the cut.

For they know exactly what they do

June 22, 2021

Four young rock musicians from Rome are today's hottest band. Måneskin are enchanting Europe. Why? We met them for an interview.

Every romance needs its founding myth, an anecdote from the beginning, something you can tell later in more difficult times for self-assurance.

In the case of the band Måneskin, who first had Italy and now half of Europe wrapped around their fingers, and who are now trying to conquer the rest of the world with their rock music, there is the story of the shoe box. Rome, around five years ago: Four teenagers who are meeting every day after school in their rehearsal room to make music together, and sometimes they play their songs on the Via del Corso in the city centre in front of a changing audience. One day they want to record their own stuff. They find a studio that they can actually afford and as they go there they bring a shoe box, with the name of the band written on it, 'moonshine' in Danish, the bassist's mother is Danish. In the box: around seven kilogram of coins. The things you get from playing music on the streets. Everyone searching through Instagram for photos from that time can find four hippies with children's faces, three boys in batik, the girl is wearing a straw hat.

As they have to pay [for the recording], frontman Damiano David, 22, says that there was this guy, Angelo, and his bandmate Victoria De Angelis, 21, is interrupting: “No, Andrea, not Angelo”, and all of them have to laugh because a rigid studio manager with the Italian name 'angel' would be even funnier for a founding myth. David continues his story: “The guy was completely dumbfounded. 'We can't do that.' We went: 'Sure we can, that's worth the same even if it's just 20 cent coins, it's still 300 euros.” Thomas Raggi, 20, the guitarist of the band, is gasping for air as he laughs, while drummer Ethan Torchio, 20, is smiling dreamily. David finishes: “And then we snuck off before he was able to count it.” [the German text says 'verdrücken' here which is just a colloquial way of saying 'we left', but it entails some sort of a dramatic exit, so yeah, let your thoughts get creative how they left exactly :D].

Four young musicians on the verge of global fame are sitting on a white interview sofa in Berlin, completely styled, babbling across each other like overeager teenagers.

Ever since the Roman band first won the music festival Sanremo and then also the Eurovision Song Contest, carried by the enthusiasm of European viewers, you could say Måneskin has become a phenomenon. “Rock 'n' Roll never dies!”, Damiano David yelled fueled by the adrenaline of winning, and the insinuation that circulated on social media of the singer snorting during the counting of votes in front of a live camera – including their strict denial followed by a negative drug test result – might have given an additional boost to their public interest, their exploding album, ticket and merch sales, and their outstanding success on Spotify.

“We think it's a shit prejudice against rock music that there always have to be drugs involved. We fully threw ourselves into our participation with the utmost professionalism. We give everything for the music. So of course we don't want people to think that we can only do that because we take drugs.” – Victoria De Angelis

Prior to Eurovision, Måneskin was more of an insider's tip outside of Italy. Handmade rock music, not creating something entirely new but paying homage to the good old times with classic guitar riffs and cracking drum beats, being a lot of fun but also quite fragile and vulnerable at times and, first and foremost, conveying a captivating energy. Finally, on the stage of Rotterdam, live after so many months of isolation and renunciation, this wave of energy spilled straight over into European living rooms. It seemed easy to (mistakenly) interpret the winning song “Zitti e buoni” (Shut up and behave) as a declaration of frustration of our youth in times of a pandemic. In fact, singer Damiano David is singing about the favourite topic of the band: the unrelenting need to, against all odds, be yourself, despite or perhaps because you are different. The message fits their provocative sex appeal, which the band uses to demonstrate their independence of gender norms at any given time. But the core essence of rock music has always been the promise of unlimited freedom.

Thus at the first moment, the meeting with Måneskin is kind of startling. It's Wednesday, we are in the top floor of the new Sony head quarters in Berlin. The four Italians have just started their two-week long promotion tour through Europe. In the afternoon there will be a live concert in a queer club [the SchwuZ, but that's not mentioned here] in Neukölln, which will be streamed via TikTok. Around one million viewers will watch the show, some of them even from Brazil, so people at Sony are pretty excited [for Måneskin to come here]. But at first, these stunningly gorgeous creatures [yes, that's the exact wording :D] are standing surrounded by an entourage of people – their management, PR team, a stylist, a photographer, people who can hold a smartphone or a cigarette if needed [this paragraph is worded a little weirdly, especially taking into account that basically their whole team / 'entourage' is just friends of them, but it seems like the journalist didn't know that or maybe they just wanted to describe their first impression]. They seem like fictional / artificial characters out of a Hollywood movie. Transparent frill blouses with blazers and flared leather trousers, even the platform boots, everything brand-new, the makeup makes their faces look like a glossy magazine cover even in person. The smokey eyes of De Angelis and Raggi make them look smug and bored. Later, on the pictures it will probably look cool.

So of course your first impression might be: This band is under contract to industry giant Sony ever since their success on an Italian casting show [X Factor] in Winter 2017. The music industry must have its hand in the game when a band is photographed half-naked by Oliviero Toscani and styled by Etro. Also, one does not simply rent a villa with a pool in Rome to produce new music there, isolated from the rest of the world. And who else went to London for two whole months, shortly before the winter lockdown, just for inspiration? After the TikTok concert in Berlin – De Angelis and David are now wearing fishnet shirts that sparkle with every move, their bare nipples covered with an X of black tape – the band is posing with a few influencers. In the world of social media you would call that 'producing content'. But what does that mean for a band who are preaching their hosanna of authenticity? How authentic is Måneskin? And is their pointedly casual approach to sexuality and gender cliches in today's pop-cultural spirit more than a marketing strategy?

We're in the interview, the recording device is running for not even five minutes, when Victoria De Angelis says: “Actually, we just try to be ourselves and do what we really want to do.” And really: The more you listen to those four how they speak about the early days of the band in their slurred Roman dialect, about the shoe box and their own experiences with being different, but most importantly about their shared obsession [with music], the more you realise that [De Angelis] is  very serious. Ethan Torchio, who got his first drum kit at the age of six or seven from his father because he was beating everything he could reach, says: “For me, music is like food. I cannot live without it.” The bassist next to him laughs at his pathos. Singer Damiano David applauds the otherwise more reserved friend for his truthfulness [it says 'klarer Punkt', meaning 'for the point he makes', but it makes it seem like Damiano is agreeing with Ethan here, although it doesn't indicate whether he agrees that yes, music is everything for Ethan or that he understands and feels the same].

De Angelis and guitarist Raggi already knew each other from middle school and they were the ones who tried to form a band at the age of only 13, a band that actually took music seriously.

De Angelis: “It's just difficult at that age to find other people who really put everything into music and who truly commit themselves and are willing to invest a lot of their time.”

Raggi: “We set strict rules and scheduled fixed times for the rehearsals, for every day.”

David: “Fever, stomach ache, there was no excuse. Even if you were feeling sick in the rehearsal room. At least you were in the rehearsal room.”

The way the four of them talk across each other, completing each other's sentences, taking turns in talking and sometimes joking about each other, seems intimate and playful. Singer David remembers how at first bassist [De Angelis] was merciless towards him when it came to her first metal band project, as she told him that he wasn't committed enough [to the music]: “Back then I was still playing Basketball. I was one of the people that Vic absolutely didn't want [in her band].” Drummer Torchio was later discovered through Facebook, even though there had already been a drummer, a close friend, but he was not good enough. It seems as if even back then music was everything for them. Even if it meant that only Raggi managed to graduate.

And why rock, why rock music of all things? Because it's great, the four of them say in unison. David adds: “Actually, it's a genre that allows you to do everything you want to do.”

When they played on the street, they were laughed at by their classmates. But not only there. De Angelis explains that she never wanted to be a typical girl: “I was always deterred by those stupid boxes that people put you in, and that are just restricting and constraining you, because something is only regarded as male or female. I always rejected that. Instead, I just wanted to do the things I enjoyed doing, I went skating and played football.” Torchio says: “Friends who are not friends anymore were already telling me at the age of ten that those“ – he grabs his long, silky black hair – “were wrong. Because I'm a boy and boys are meant to have short hair, long hair is only for girls. I was bullied a lot for that.”

“Compared to the past, people in our age became much more open-minded. It gets better.” – Thomas Raggi

Frontman David on the other hand, for whom eye shadow, jingling earrings and nail polish as well as his bare torso with the tattoos have become trademarks by now, says: “I was actually more of the average boy.” De Angelis convinced him to try out some eyeliner, which he describes as a spiritual awakening: “I liked myself much more [with makeup]. I saw myself more as myself. As if it had been a suppressed desire of mine.” On a trip to Copenhagen with the others, when he realised that it really didn't matter what people were thinking about him, he got his first fake fur [coat? the article doesn't specify that] in a second-hand shop and let his clothing style be guided by his own love to experiment: “I realised that my whole life I was just going at half speed.” When it comes to diversity all four of them are becoming almost missionary.

At the same time, their success is not only opening doors for them. Back home in Rome they are barely able to go out on the street due to all the paparazzi. “[You need a] hoodie and huge sunglasses”, David says, “the mask is quite helpful, too.” And still, none of them is complaining, and Torchio explains why: “Even if those experiences right now may have sides that are not so pleasant, we still know that for us a dream is coming true. We experience something that we always had in our minds, so we are willing to face every consequence that this entails.”

So is the band facing difficult times, is Måneskin going to change with all the success? Again, all of them answer at the same time.

David: “I'm not worried about that.”

Raggi: “No way!”

De Angelis: “On the contrary. Everything that happened to us happened because we are who we are, so we want to continue the exact same way and stay ourselves.”

Just a few hours later, they are at the stage in Neukölln, bouncing around like pinballs, hammering at their instruments, flirting with each other. “We are out of our minds, but different from the others”, David sings their winning hymn against conformism, and: “The people talk, unfortunately they talk.” Here on stage, the four paradise birds [a German word describing someone with a flamboyant personality] with their half-nude-glittering outfits are radiating an incredible energy with the utmost sincerity, and you begin to wish there was a live audience instead of the TikTok cameras, absorbing and spreading this energy. Måneskin. A cry for a life after the pandemic, a cry for freedom and a better world.

“We do what we wished for all our lives.” – Ethan Torchio

[otptings]

Inspiration (rewrite)

-Idol; Xu Minghao

-Genre; Smut, slight Fluff

-Warnings; switch!reader, switch!Minghao, lot's of fighting for dominance, dry humping, spitting, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, marking, praise kink, daddy kink, humiliation,

-Synopsis; Minghao struggles to find inspiration while working in he studio one night, and decides that his amazing girlfriend could help him out with it.

-An ~ this is a rewrite for a one shot under the same name that I did a while go since I've decided to start writing for Seventeen along with my two other groups. If you enjoy this you can request something for anyone in Seventeen, or you can go donate to my Ko-Fi in my bio to help me save up some money since I an unable to work because of my mental disorder. Thank you and once again hope that you enjoy

Visits to the studio were never rare. Being so close to Seventeen you always came to visit. Sometimes you were asked to come like when Jihoon needed you to listen to his demo because you're unbiased or just sitting in while the boys recorded a song for extra support. The studio tended to be a comfort place for you and the boys, always going there to take a break or to relieve stress. It still was a studio and was used for work so it wasn't a surprise when you walked in and saw Minghao with his forehead to the table muttering in Mandarin, crumpled papers in and surrounding the small trash can. A nice beat was playing from the computer, but by the way that it cut off and restarted it was unfinished.

"Um hi," Minghao sat up at the sound of your voice. A red mark was visible on his forehead from the table, and his hair was mussed, plastered his forehead almost. Wordlessly he put his arms out, holding them out for you.

Taking that as your cue you closed the door behind you before walking over to him and straddling his lap, attempting to get comfortable in the small chair. As soon as you stopped moving his arms wrapped around your waist as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, "Is everything okay baby?"

You could feel him shake his head before nuzzling his head closer, until you could feel his warm breath.

"I'm forced to write a love song for the next album, and can't think of any lyrics. I've been at this for hours and have made no progress besides adding a little more to the beat."

You slid your hand up to the back of his head, running your fingers through his messy hair. "You'll think of something you always do, baby. I have faith in you." Minghao sighed before placing a seemingly sweet kiss on your neck, but by the way that he repositioned himself you realized his intentions were anything but.

"I know. I'm still happy you came. We haven't been able to spend a lot of time together and I miss you a lot. I'm sorry I've been so busy because of work." Your heart melted at the statement, even as he continued to pepper kisses along your neck, pulling your (read his) hoodie and placing them on your exposed collarbone.

"I missed you too, so much. And I understand I knew that there would be times when we couldn't talk because of work. I signed up for this when I chose an idol." He placed another kiss on your neck, accompanied by four more. You strained to remember if you had locked the door when he nipped at your neck, before certainly sucking a bruise. You bit your lip trying to hide a moan, knowing where this was going to lead.

With Minghao stress and horniness intermingle. This isn't the first time that you've been in this position. Hopefully you locked the door so that you wouldn't have to relive the actual first time you had sex in the studio. Forgetting to lock the door, and an unsuspecting Dino walked in on you both. The embarrassment lasted for weeks afterwards, neither of you being able to face Dino alone without feeling the burn from embarrassment. The jokes that the rest of the group had at all three of your expense was quite funny thinking back on it.

"Minghao." A whine left your lips at a particularly hard bite, followed by a moan when he sucked on it hard. You didn't even have to see him to know that there was a smirk on his face, pride evident over his effect on you.

"What baby? I just need to relieve some stress. That okay?" He spoke in-between his kisses, his hands sliding underneath your hoodie. Rubbing circles against your bare skin with his thumbs, leaning back as he laughed at your pout.

"Stop teasing me then. Actually do something." Minghao grabbed your thighs and stood up from the chair, causing a loud laugh from you.

"Don't you dare drop me."

"I would never." Jokingly pretending to drop you causing a squeal to leave your mouth before he gently placed you down on the couch. Minghao smiled sweetly as he hovered above you, cupping your cheek with his left hand before connecting your lips for the first time since you've arrived.

He needs chapstick. A thought that plagued your head to distract yourself from the way that you were getting so worked up from a simple kiss. The rough pad of his thumb gliding over your cheek. Minghao was a passionate person and it usually showed in the way he kissed you. Chapped lips against your smooth ones. Sweet and chaste kisses.

"I love you." Minghao whispered, before connecting your lips again. A smile spread on your face as you wrapped yourself around him, pulling him down to you so his body was pressing directly against yours. Despite the sweet moment you couldn't ignore that the fire in your stomach was growing, the kiss was only acting as the catalyst, fueling it even more.

The kisses became more desperate as he pressed his hardening cock against your thigh. A whimper left your mouth at your growing desire, desperate for him to touch you. Minghao bit at your bottom lip, an involuntary gasp causing you to open your mouth so he could stick his tongue in. Both of you tended to be dominant, so you weren't going to let him win it so easily.

Neither of you won actually, only pulling away to catch your breath. Minghao placed his forehead on yours as you both practically just shared the air.

"Please fuck me." Minghao smirked hearing your voice, so fucked out without being properly touched. Grinding himself down against your core a sigh leaving both of your mouths, feeling relief from the growing pressure. A whine left you at the feeling of him rubbing perfectly against your clit, the thin fabric of your sweatpants adding onto the sensation.

You tried to take control of the situation by switching your positions, straddling his lap and grinding down against his cock. Minghao grabbed your hips and forced you over his thigh, helping you pull your hips and back forth. A smirk ever present on his face, seeing him maintain control.

"You're so pretty baby. Trying to be dominant me but you're just here, whining for me to fuck you. For once you're not so big and bad are you?" His words combined with him moving your hips for you caused a moan to build in your throat, your clit rubbing beautifully against the fabric of your panties causing your eyes to start to roll back. You were so close to an orgasm when Minghao stopped, a loud whine leaving your mouths as you looked at him. His eyes lidded as he watched you throw your little tantrum, knowing you weren't gonna get control over the situation easily.

"You wanted to cum baby?" You nodded your head, a pout still evident on your lips.

"Strip for me baby. Then on your knees."

Minghao sat up leaning back on the couch. Hawk eyes staying on your figure as you got undressed, too needy to even think about giving him a show. You tossed your clothes haphazardly on the floor, before dropping to your knees in front of him. You placed your hands on your thighs, excitement coursing through you at what he would do to you. At this point you had given up trying to gain dominance, just enjoying the fact that Minghao would do whatever he wanted to you.

Minghao sat up slightly, grabbing your hair before pulling your head back. In this new pose the marks lining your neck were on display. He tapped on your lips with two fingers causing you to open your mouth and stick your tongue out. A proud look covered his face. Seeing his beautiful baby girl with her mouth wide open, tongue lolling out and eyes glassy as you anticipate what he's gonna do.

The feeling of pride only grew in his chest as he spit in your open mouth, a moan leaving you as you swallowed.

"So beautiful baby. All mine." His hand came up to your cheek, cupping it slightly before pulling it away and slapping you lightly. Not enough to hurt, just enough to cause you to jerk in his hold, a twinge of pain flowing through your body as he pulled your hair. "You know the safe word." You nodded as best you could,

"You know what to do baby. Make me proud."

Releasing your hair he leaned back against the couch, legs spread enough for you to get between them. You didn't bother fully removing his pants, only yanking them down enough for his cock to pop out. He sighed at the feeling of the air hitting his sensitive head, cock throbbing already.

Minghao was pretty naturally. Every part of him was pretty, including his cock. It was long and thick, perfect for hitting every spot. The head was pink, shiny from the pre cum steadily leaking from it. Grabbing the base you rubbed it against your lips smearing the precum while making sure that Minghao was watching. Sticking your tongue out you kitten licked the tip, the salty taste spreading over your tongue.

"No teasing. Be a good girl okay?" You ignored his words but decided on your own that his cock looked too delectable to not be in your mouth. Wrapping your lips around the head you sucked on it lightly, a low groan leaving his mouth. You took him further into your mouth, gagging as you pressed your nose against the base, taking in the smell of his soap and slight must as you took a deep breath.

"Fuck baby." His hand flew to your hair, grabbing it and guiding you up and down his cock. Swirling your tongue around the tip, you took him down your throat again, enjoying the groans that left his mouth, and feeling him tug at your hair when you swallowed around him, endless praises leaving his mouth.

"So good babygirl. You always know how to suck me so properly huh? You were made just for sucking my dick. My pretty girl." His praises being punctuated by his moans. You continued to suck on his cock as your free hand slid down your body. You collected your wetness on two fingers before sliding them in, your moan muffled by his cock as you fucked yourself on your fingers. His cock was heavy on your tongue, you felt it twitch knowing that he was ready to cum.

"My baby girl couldn't wait huh? You want daddy's cock so badly don't you. Want daddy to fuck your pussy how he's fucking your mouth?" Letting another muffled moan out, in turn causing Minghao to pull you off of his cock. Pulling you back onto his lap, he grabbed your jaw before smashing his lips on yours. His pre cum tasted divine when combined with your spit, and he moaned into your mouth from the filth of it.

"Please daddy," You whined into the kiss, "fuck me. I need you."

Minghao changed the position, laying you on your back. Quickly taking off his shorts he settled in between your thighs, lifting them so they were placed on his shoulders. Grabbing the base of his cock he rubbed the head up over hole, coating the tip with your arousal. A hiss leaving your mouth as he tapped it against your clit, sensitive from the teasing and foreplay.

"Stop teasing and just fuck me already." Without a warning Minghao sunk into your heat, a whine leaving his mouth at the feel of your warmth surrounding him. Placing his hands on your thighs he started to thrust in you, setting a fast pace. The music was still playing, now accompanied by the sound of skin slapping, and his balls as they hit your ass.

"F-eel good d-daddy. S' good." Your words slurred as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a hot kiss. The kiss was incredibly sloppy, too much teeth, too much spit but perfect for the moment. You just wanted to be connected to Minghao in every way.

"Your pussies so good baby," A whine ripped from his throat at the feeling of you clenching around him, dominance slowly seeping out of him at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in, "s' fucking good."

"Fuck stop Minghao." Minghao stopped instantly, pulling out in fear that he hurt you.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" You shook your head before pushing Minghao back, straddling his lip.

"Changing position." Grabbing his cock that was still soaked from your arousal, pushing it back into your hole. Placing your hands on his chest you started to bounce slowly, a moan leaving both of you as the tempo. Swirling your hips you laughed a little when Minghao grabbed your hips, a whine leaving his mouth.

"Fuck baby." He threw his head back exposing his throat. The temptation to bite his throat, leaving a pretty, purple bruise against his creamy skin. Leaning down you placed a kiss on his Adam's apple, softly biting over it causing his hips to jerk up.

"L-look at you. All weak under me," Sliding one of your hands up to his neck, squeezing it slightly. His hips jerked up into you again, rubbing over your g spot the tension in your stomach so close to snapping. Trying to hold it in, trying to enjoy seeing Minghao like this.

"Wonder what the boys would think. Your so weak under me, letting me use you. You probably tell them that you only top huh?" Minghao shook his head, face flushed as a blush spread down to his chest, " Wonder what'd they think if they caught us." His eyes fluttered close, grip on your waist tightening. Your thigh burning from the strenuous activity.

"Walking into the studio, seeing me riding you on the couch they all sit on. My hand wrapped around your throat. How would they feel if they knew it was the only way baby boy 8 can cum?" To punctuate your sentence you squeezed his neck harder, watching as his eyes shot open at the sensation, moans leaving his mouth.

Thank god the studios were sound proof.

"Please let me fuck you. Please baby girl I can be good for you." Minghao whined trying to resist the urge to move his hips.

The burning sensation had spread to your hips, and your pace was starting to stutter. Your orgasm in your reach but still too far, and you couldn't keep fucking him at this pace.

“Go ahead.” Minghao planted his feet before thrusting up into you, a punched out moan leaving your mouth. Him taking control over the tempo caused your orgasm to come closer. You knew you wouldn't last at this pace, and you still needed to help him cum. You kept your grip around his throat and dragged your nail down his chest, before flicking his nipples causing a gasp to leave his mouth. Twisting and playing with nipples, drinking in his sounds. His thrusts got sloppier so I knew that he wasn’t going to last long.

"I need to cum. Please let me cum."

“Hold it just a little longer.” Minghao let out a sob at the denial but never slowed his thrusts. Looking down at him I saw that the blush had spread all the way down his chest, his nipples rock hard from me playing with them. His eyes were glossy from unshed tears, strain evident as he tried to hold his orgasm. Hair plastered to his forehead from the sweat coating his body. Just this image of him so fucked out was enough to make your stomach tighten, and the fire roar impossibly hotter.

“Cum now baby.” Minghao released a long moan as his cock twitched before spilling inside of you. Feeling his warm cum coating your walls pushed you into your own orgasm. Minghao's thrust stuttered but you continued, milking him and riding out your own orgasm. When you both finished cumming you laid down on top of Minghao, him wrapping his arms around you as you tried to catch your breath.

"Fuck." Was the only thing Minghao said and you nodded your head, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he panted. "We need to clean up." Standing up you quickly grabbed your underwear, not trying to have any of his cum leak out and cause a bigger mess.

Grabbing a stray napkin from the table you helped Minghao clean himself off, wiping the cum before tossing him his underwear. Grabbing his hoodie you quickly tossed it on, before grabbing your phone and checking the time.

"It's 11:50, do you want to order food before we go home?" Minghao nodded his head, still focused on getting dressed. After ordering the food you both went back to cuddling on the couch, definitely needing it.

“I know what the song is gonna be about now.” You let out a laugh as you smacked Minghao's chest, a giggle leaving his own mouth. Shaking your head you cuddled up closer to him, enjoying the moment of peace before he would have to inevitably get back to his work.

“Glad to be of service.”

[astaroth1357]

Long Distance Longing with the Brothers

Want a little angst and sweetness? I love how this turned out and I think it’s a new favorite for me. I honestly should wait to post it... But I have no patience, I love it too much. Weirdly enough, thank Taylor Swift’s new album for giving me this idea. Go figure. 🤷‍♀️

Warnings: Angst, implied starvation

Intro:

The brothers knew it was going to happen eventually. The year can't last forever, and at some point they were going to have to say goodbye to their human for the break… But that didn't make the situation any easier. Nobody likes being so far from the one they love. It was only a matter of time before our boys are reaching a breaking point...

Lucifer

Lucifer has never really had a reason to not to work before… Like, yeah there are those days where things get stressful and he takes a step back, but actually taking an extended period of time to just... not work? A "vacation" if you will? He’s never had the desire. What would he even do with himself?

Well, for the first time in literal God knows how many centuries, he had an answer for that question. He was going to be with MC.

And that's exactly what he told Diavolo when he finally accepted that missing the MC was negatively affecting his work. 

He wanted a… "vacation."

Diavolo had never once thought Lucifer would ever ask, and to be fair the man never thought he would either, but he's more than happy to give his friend a few days off to visit his dear human.

Whatever brief hit that his pride took by having to admit that he needed a break was more than made up for by finally seeing the MC again. He knew he missed them, painfully aware of that fact, but just the sight of them waiting to meet him outside the portal was enough to nearly take his breath away…

His first vacation was sure to be paradise. 

Mammon 

Oh, the distance was killing this poor boy. Any day where he can’t have the MC on his arm feels worse than when he's on a losing streak…

Speaking of a losing streak, he's been stuck in one for a whole month without his beloved partner in crime with him. Did he lose his lucky charm or was he just too down in the dumps to gamble well? Anyone's guess.

Well he got fucking sick of it. He wanted to see the MC, ASAP. But how would he get to the human world…?

It takes a week but he gets an idea. It took another for it to actually trigger.

Like clockwork one of the witches he's regularly in debt to, one that just happens to be a bad gambler herself, summoned him out to give her a little extra luck. Usually, he'd just kick whatever slot machine she’s parked herself at and be done with it but this time he's got to ask… How long does that summon spell last, eh?

He made a new sort of bargain. She gets to take Goldie out for a spin if she gave him some time in exchange… 24 hours to be exact.

He didn't waste a second after striking the deal because he had a lot of flying to do.

The MC probably didn't expect to hear frantic knocking on their door at the break of dawn, nor to find a beat tired and disheveled Mammon leaning outside it….

But he embraced them for all it's worth anyway. If it meant feeling them in his arms again, he'd trade away the whole world if he had to...

Leviathan 

He… didn’t do so well with the distance. Like at all. He'd mope around the house, constantly bemoaning how unfair things were. Not even his favorite games can give him any joy because those were the games he used to play with MC…

Sneaking in the occasional video call was pretty much the only thing that could make him smile anymore. Just seeing their face felt like getting a cold drink in the middle of a scorching desert… But he wanted more.

Thankfully, the MC themselves gave him a really, really good idea…

For two weeks straight, Levi seemed to get out of whatever funk he was in to help out around the House… Like, really help out. Suck-up levels of help out. It creeped everybody out...

After a time he finally approached Lucifer and made a simple request. There was an anime convention going on in the human world soon and he'd like to attend…

The ulterior motive for this little visit is practically written on the wall, but he'd been acting so damn unnerving for the past two weeks Lucifer just gave him permission to make him stop.

When the MC agreed to meet him on the opening day, they said they'd be dressed up as someone he'd recognize. Frankly, he was expecting Henry or maybe Ruri-chan but he was completely floored to see them waiting for him dressed in a familiar black hoodie with coral-like horns on their head and a carefully crafted serpent's tail behind them.

To this day he still can't decide what made him happier: seeing the love of his life so adoringly dressed as him or finally feeling their body collide with his after they came running to each other outside the convention hall...

In the end it probably doesn't matter because for that whole day alone, he finally felt like he had everything he could of ever wanted right there with him.

Satan 

Satan's not one for idle moping so when he felt that yearning in his chest finally hit a tipping point, he didn't whine. He didn't complain. He got up and did something about it.

Teleportation magic is tricky to master and dangerous to perform even with sufficient skill. One wrong move and you could end up smearing yourself across three different continents…

But like that would stop him.

He pulled out every book he could find on the subject, researched for days, then practiced for weeks. First on books and apples, then on some of Lucifer’s belongings.

He had to keep making new excuses to throw Lucifer off the scent (especially after he started sending some of his shirts away to different parts of the house) but after some time, it finally paid off.

Satan was probably the last person the MC would have expected to see show up in their room randomly one night, sitting casually by a lamp and reading a book like he didn't just master time and space just to come say hi.

But who was going to be all that picky when they could finally shower their nerdy cat-lover in all the love and kisses they've both been missing for months now?

Asmodeus 

If you took Asmo at his word, then the sheer depths of longing and despair he was experiencing while the MC was away could far outweigh that of anyone else to ever have existed in the history of all time.

He was the Avatar of Lust, desire was in his nature. Couple that with a burning need to have his lover as close to him as he possibly could and it was safe to say he was losing his mind!

This might have been the reason Solomon finally gave in after his 16th-ish time trying to beg the sorcerer to help him. He really was quite pitiful in this state...

When Solomon told Asmo that he could smuggle him out of the teleportation gate between the Devildom and human world ONLY if he could magically disguised his appearance, he was kind of expecting Asmo to refuse. This was Asmo he was talking about. He honestly thought that he'd rather die than deprive the world of his beauty so selfishly…

The world is full of surprises, ain't it?

No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing, the MC was suddenly mowed over by a "stranger" running at them at top speed like an Olympic sprinter. It’d probably have been pretty scary before Solomon lifted the enchantment shortly after to reveal their demon’s gorgeously familiar face.

Solomon wasn't going to let him stay too long, lest he incur the wrath of Lucifer, but Asmo couldn't care less. Be it a thousand hours or a few short seconds, he could always find a way to make his time with the MC last a lifetime...

Beelzebub

Fun fact, Hell freezes over a little every time Beel says "I'm not hungry…" No. Seriously. A freezing wind blasts across the entire Devildom like the realm itself gets a sudden chill...

So imagine the levels of panic that went through pretty much everyone there when his appetite started to fail him.

It's not like the poor baby could help it, food just tasted so much better when the MC was there that eating without them was like trying to digest actual disappointment… He got tired of trying after a while.

A few days of this behavior were worrying, but when he started to get a little thinner the family went into an uproar, starting with Belphie but soon spreading to the rest of the House as well.

Lucifer's soft spot for the twins may have influenced his decision. I mean, it was awfully generous of him to get Diavolo to approve of an fully sanctioned, planned meeting between Beel and the MC. He probably wouldn’t have offered that to anyone else...

Not that Beel cared about all that background favoritism anyway. Hell, on the day that he was finally allowed to see them, he couldn't be bothered by anything other than holding the MC close and hoping they'd never let him go again.

His appetite did return to him eventually, of course, but as long as he had his human with him even the cheapest street taco tasted like a fine five star-meal.

Belphegor 

Frankly, Belphegor was sick and tired of missing people.

Ever since the Celestial War he missed Lilith. When he was stuck in the attic, he missed Beel. And now that the MC was away he was supposed to just sit patiently and miss them too? No way. Not happening. Something about that had to change.

It wasn’t the first time he'd gone to Lucifer in an angry huff, but admittedly he had more ammo than usual...

There was a… discussion between the two. It went on for a couple hours… There may have been some words to the effect of, "Don't you think you owe me?" exchanged… 

Honestly, it was kind of amazing Belphie didn't end up in another attic "timeout" by the end of it. But he got what he wanted, so what's to complain about?

With a little persuasion on his part, Lucifer managed to get Diavolo to approve of a weekly visit for the two, SO LONG as Belphie stayed on his best behavior in the human world.

There wasn’t really much worry about him acting up, though, since he'd have his nap buddy back. It would be pretty hard to be a threat to humanity when he was too busy staying snuggled up to his favorite person until well past noon...