#if there's a stereo on the lot everyone will be dancing and i will be amused every time

[thebramblewood]

Let me reassure you that despite the toll this story is taking on us, these two have remained absolute dorks through it all.

[majestyeverlasting]

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲 | 𝐞.𝐦.

Pairing Eddie Munson x Fem Reader [friends -> lovers]

Summary: You and Eddie ditch the party of the semester to fall into something you both know is meant to be [fluff, 3k]

A/N This is just fun, fluff, and feels. Felt like a vibe while I was writing it.

The music vibrates through the floor so intensely that Eddie can feel it in his bones. Even in the sunroom where he and a few others have settled. The small space gives sight to the backyard, where people mingle as they smoke, illuminated by string lights combating the night’s darkness. Those inside the house with him chatter, sing, and toss their heads back in carefree laughter, feet shuffling against the hardwood as they dance.

The entire scene buzzes with the kind of life only Steve Harrington’s place could ignite on a Friday night. One of these days, he swore he was going to loosen up and allow himself to get swept up in it too. 

For now, he watches. Eyes flitting to various faces, but always returning to you. If you weren’t smiling, you were talking, and the way your lips formed around your words was just as beautiful. The two of you spoke briefly when he first arrived, and he could still feel the delighted hug you’d given him over the fact that he decided to come. He wondered what he’d have to do to make it go away, but good thing he didn’t mind the feeling. It was a reminder of how much he wished your nearness could be all his forever.

Longing was a peculiar thing. Selfish in its occupation of his entire being. 

As Eddie takes another small sip from his drink, something fruity spiked with vodka, The Hair himself saunters up in front of him in a pair of slacks and a Polo sweater. Though rather polished for the occasion, it manages to look fitting on him. His cheeks are a little flushed and the metalhead raises a curious brow as his friend stares down at him with a smirk. 

Rebel Yell starts pulsing through the stereo as Steve offers him a hand off the couch. They end up weaving their way out back. The fall air is cool, but not all of summer’s warmth has vanished. A few people wave and greet them as they head towards a pair of chaise lounge chairs. Billy Idol’s voice is muffled as it continues thrumming from inside. Grooving bodies are visible through the windows as the party carries on. 

Steve pulls out a fancy metal cigarette case before they sit, flipping it open with a soft click. Eddie can’t help but snort as he relaxes into the chair. 

Steve’s brows furrow as he slips out a joint and begins lighting it. “What?” 

Eddie nods to the case in Steve’s lap. “Rich people shit.” 

Steve takes the first couple puffs before passing the joint to Eddie. “Jealous?” 

A smile cracks Eddie's face before he takes a drag. The answer is no, he isn’t. Once upon a time, jealousy was all he burned with, even though he was Hawkin’s poster child for no fucks given and had every reason to be grateful he wasn’t worse off. Grateful for Wayne, that he wasn’t in the pen with his deadbeat father, for finally finding solid friends. He had more than he could ask for, and it took growing up to see it. 

Eddie tips his head back and blows smoke up into the night before giving Steve his turn. What he can’t see is that your eyes have fallen on him from inside the house, sparkling and curious as Robin grins by your side. 

“So did I save you back there or what?” Steve asks as he ashes the joint onto the ground. “Looked like you were zoning in and out, man.” There’s genuine curiosity in his gaze though his tone is playful. 

Growing up with parents like his, Steve had gotten good at reading people. They vacationed a lot, but still managed to walk around with arc reactors in their chests whenever they were home. Bound to detonate in the wake of the most trivial inconveniences. Sometimes he wished he could shut everyone and their feelings out, but he wouldn’t quite be himself then. 

Eddie runs his ringed fingers through his hair. “Just a bit overwhelmed.” 

Steve takes a thoughtful look around. “These kinda things can be a lot.” 

Not even half the faces outside belong to close friends. There was a magic to it, nevertheless. For a few hours, everyone could throw their worries to the wind as Hawkins, Indiana began to feel less like a nowhere town and more like the top of the world. Lord knows Steve didn’t mind the distraction. 

“Not my scene,” Eddie settles on saying. The joint has found its way back into his hand. 

“Everyone’s got their escape,” Steve says. “You’re just too evolved for this one.” 

Eddie snorts. “Shut up.” 

“Yet here you are in the flesh,” Steve continues, thinking as Eddie smokes. “You should tell her how you feel.” 

Eddie coughs, lowering the joint from between his lips. “Dude. Fuck.” 

Steve bites back a smirk as Eddie recovers, extending his hand for the joint. Eddie refuses, taking another drag out of spite, for himself or Steve he isn’t sure. A distant swell of giggles makes multiple heads turn towards the back door, where you and Robin file outside. There’s an immediate flutter in Eddie's gut as he takes you in, your skirt flowing at your thighs. It takes him a second to realize you two are headed their way. 

By the time you make it over, Eddie has straightened up. Meanwhile Steve remains unphased. “Ladies,” Steve greets.  

Robin wrinkles her glittery nose at him. “Why weren’t we invited out here?” 

Chuckling, he makes room for her on his chair and she plops down beside him. “‘Cause you hate the way weed makes you feel like you’re going insane.” He leans into her with each word until she pushes him away with a helpless laugh.

“It’s the principle,” she counters. 

Eddie motions for you to join him and you smile as you take a seat beside him, bumping your shoulder against his in a gentle hello. When he offers you the joint, you shake your head. Steve reaches for it yet again, but Eddie pretends not to notice, taking another drag. A small smile pulls at your lips. 

“Actually, I think I will take a hit.” Eddie doesn’t hesitate passing it to you. 

Rather than indulging, you hand it to Steve, who laughs in victory. Eddie shakes his head, feigning betrayal in a way that earns a laugh out of you. It’s a sweet, melodic sound. He tries to ignore the way your thigh feels pressed against his, but it’s in vain. Even the vanilla notes of perfume manage to cloud his mind in the softest way. No matter where he was, if you were near, he would always be painfully aware of your presence. 

It was your invitation that had driven him to this party in the first place. Although Steve’s invite came first, your insistence made him change his mind and say yes. Sweaty bodies and blaring music wasn’t your ideal scene either, but you gave in from time to time and looked good doing so. Earlier that night, Eddie almost hadn’t made it through Dancing In the Dark as you and Robin swayed and jumped around like you were alone in your room. There was something about the freeness of the way you moved that made it hard to look away. 

“Munson’s been meaning to tell you something,” Steve announces, looking straight at you.

Eddie’s heart drops into his stomach as he glares at Steve. Robin glances between the two of them, brows furrowed as amusement plays on her lips. You hug your arms as a cool breeze rolls through, but you’re more interested in what Eddie has to say than escaping the chill. In meeting your gaze, however, he silently begs you not to entertain the claim. It only piques your curiosity all the more. 

“Are you gonna spill or what?” Robin prompts.

“There’s nothing to spill,” Eddie insists, looking down to twist his skull ring. 

Reaching over into his lap, you gingerly take his hand into yours to slip off that very ring. He doesn’t pull away or argue, just watches as a helplessly warm feeling melts down his ribcage. His lips twitch upwards when you put it on your thumb because it’s the only finger big enough. It’s warm from being against his own skin for so long. Robin and Steve share a brief, knowing look.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace.” There’s hope woven within the lilt of your voice. Eddie chuckles, and you commit the breathy sound to memory as if you’ll need it one day more than you do now. 

Robin slaps her hands against her knees. “Well, it’s getting kinda chilly out here so I’m gonna head back inside,” she says, rubbing her arms as she stands. 

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” you tease. 

“I’ll stick to something tame like snooping around in Harrington’s room,” she says as she turns to leave. Steve rolls his eyes.

A comfortable silence settles between the three of you. However, his brows eventually pinch together as he reconsiders Robin’s words. Taking one last drag, he passes the joint back to Eddie.   

“She was joking, Steve” you assure him, chuckling. 

“No she wasn’t,” he worries as he stands to jog back into the house. Eddie snickers. 

With a soft sigh, you lean back onto your hands, looking towards the sky as silence falls again. There are a few clouds visible in the light of the crescent moon, but the stars are everywhere. Like tiny shining freckles peppered against the face of the night. Part of you wonders if he’ll talk now. 

“What if the stars have been watching us back our entire lives?” you murmur. 

Eddie’s brows pinch together as he looks over at you, chest rattling with a startled laugh. “That’s something to think about.” His eyes are a bit glossier now. “Don’t think I’d mind if that were true.” 

You tilt your head, a smile budding on your face. “You wouldn’t mind billions of little eyes observing your day-to-day life?” you ask. “That’s a pretty big audience.” 

A grin eases across his face, half playful, half cocky. “I’m a pretty interesting guy.”

You lift a teasing shoulder, feigning indifference. “You’re alright.” 

Eddie laughs, but a weighted look flickers in his eyes as he studies you, catching the fondness you hadn’t tried all that hard to hide. Even with the pleasant buzz beneath his skin and somewhat of a looser mind, he can see it clearly. 

“Hey,” you speak up again. There’s a new softness to your voice, something mischievous dancing around the edges. “Wanna get outta here?” 

Eddie blinks like he can’t quite believe you’ve asked, but finds himself saying yes anyways.

••• 

Sitting in the passenger seat in his van, you realize you didn’t think much further than this. The air smells like him in all the best ways. Pinewood and faint cigarette smoke. As the engine rumbles to life, you shift in your seat and peek over at him, your confidence a distant memory. The radio bursts to life as well, but he quickly reaches out to turn it down. You bite back a smile at the fact that his skull ring is missing from his finger because it’s on yours. Eddie settles in with a sigh, turning to you. 

“So,” he says, eyes sparkling and a little red under the glow of the street lights. 

There’s an intensity to the warmth of his gaze. It drives you to hide your face in your hands. Which does nothing to make him disappear, if the way he exhales a chuckle is any indicator. “Stop looking at me, I didn’t think this far ahead.” There’s no real distress in your voice, only giddiness mixed with nerves. 

“Now I feel like an idiot,” you whine. 

“Well, you’re not.” He sounds more sincere than the moment calls for. “And I don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop looking at you, so I guess we’re both in a pickle.” 

“A pickle?” You snort, lowering your hands to meet his gaze. More laughter escapes you. Maybe it’s your body's way of not having to address the implication of his words. 

There’s a flutter in his gut as he watches you. It’s like old times, back when you were freshmen who stayed up too late laughing over the most ridiculous things. Except now, you were more than the girl who sat beside him in Biology because you thought it was cool he had a tattoo. You’d grown into a friend, perhaps even more. As composure finds its way back to you, that truth weighs heavy in the small distance between you.  

Eddie clears his throat. “We could hang at mine for a bit. Wayne’s at work.” When you don’t say anything, he bites the inside of his cheek. “It’s up to you.”  

“Sorry, yeah, that sounds good,” you breathe. 

Eddie gears the van into drive, only to put it back in park with a heavy exhale. You blink when angles himself to look at you, opening his mouth a few times before speaking. 

“There is something I need to tell you,” he admits. “No way in hell did I ever think we’d be friends, but you’re the raddest person I’ve ever met.” A lump forms in your throat as his words wash over you. “And you’re so pretty that sometimes I wonder how every guy in the world isn’t giving you whatever you want all the time.” 

You can hear your heart in your ears as you say, “Maybe that’s ‘cause there’s only one guy I want in the world.” 

•••

A small sound of surprise rises up your throat when Eddie backs you against his bedroom door. His apology is hushed against your lips as he continues kissing you, hands gentle where they grip at your waist, feeling along your sides. You’re warm all over as if you’re laid out before the sun, arms hooked around his neck. It hadn’t occurred to him how much he wanted to kiss you until you looked at his alarm clock and realized that it’d probably be best if he drove you home. It was well past midnight. Time had escaped you as you talked and laughed. 

When he does pull away, he studies your face like he’s looking for something. A few seconds pass, and he still doesn’t know what for. Perhaps your smile as it shyly appears. You move your hands to cup his face, thumbs stroking his flushed cheeks. You’ve never been close enough to notice he has the faintest freckles over the bridge of his nose. It almost feels like you’re getting a glimpse at sacred markings you’re not supposed to see. 

Eddie remembers to breathe when you peck his lips again, running your fingers through his hair. His breath is startled out of him, more like. It’s a wonder his knees haven’t buckled beneath him. He wants to kiss you again to see if that’ll finally knock him back down to earth, but instead he exhales the softest sigh over your lips, squeezing your hips to confirm you’re real. He’s not expecting the sense of guilt that creeps up on him. 

Your brows pinch together. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing. I just… I haven’t taken you on a date or bought you flowers.” He swallows. “I swear you’re worth all that, swear I’m gonna.” 

You gently scratch his scalp. “That’s nothing to worry yourself over.” 

Eddie shakes his head. “Don’t want you to feel like I’m just trying to come onto you,” he says. “I like you a lot—”  

“If it’s any consolation, I’ve been wanting to kiss you forever too.” Your voice sounds braver than you feel. 

A smile breaks across his face as he rests his forehead against yours. “Well, that’s maddening news.” 

Humming, you kiss him again, delicately running your tongue along his lips so he shivers. “Where are we gonna go?” you breathe, clarifying when he makes a soft, confused sound, “For our first date.” With the way you continue kissing him, he assumes you don’t really want an answer, that you’re trying to drive him crazy on purpose. 

His mind changes when you gently push his chest so he knows to pull away. He listens immediately, eyes dazed. 

“Maybe the arcade,” you supply, toying with the hem of his shirt. “Or a picnic by the lake.” Your hands slip under his shirt, gracing the skin of his lower stomach, your touch sending a rush of heat through him faster than any high ever could. 

You’re not trying to be suggestive, it’s more exploratory. A shared thrill in finally being able to touch him how you’ve wanted for so long. Eddie’s hands remain at your waist, grounding him even as he feels his resolve starting to slip. 

As much as he wants to indulge a step further, maybe even several, he holds himself back. It might be old-fashioned, but he wants to do this right, do a bit of course correction. He can almost hear Uncle Wayne’s voice from those lazy afternoons of his younger years, talking about life and how to treat a lady. 

“Next Friday,” he says, staring into your eyes intently. “It’ll be nice. I’ll surprise you,” he promises, taking your hands in his, relishing their softness, their warmth. His skull ring is still on your thumb. 

“Really?” Your smile is unabashed. 

He nods, a grin creeping onto his face. “It’s a date.” 

-

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PART 2 (18+)

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[corvidae-00]

Joost Klein x drunk!reader in the club🎉🎉🥳 (but she’s like messy drunk and probably needs to be cut off)

A/n: MY FIRST REQUEST 😭😭 THANK YOU ANON! I had tons of fun writing this for you! I hope you like it 😭

CW: weed, drinking, throwing up, swearing, clubbing, LET ME KNOW IF I MISS ANYTHING!!!!!

Word count: 1,297

Getting drunk was something that wasn't the norm for you, not that you didn't drink but you always were lenient at getting DRUNK. But it was a good night, Your boyfriend and his group had just finished a concert that went super well and with adrenaline and energy still high everyone decided the night club was a good location to let loose and enjoy the rest of the night while its young. You of course decided to let loose a little- just a little tonight seeing as your boyfriend Joost was so ecstatic and you had so much energy from being in the crowd who was loud and very very expressive tonight. The club was surprisingly packed and that just added to the excitement even more. “We are going to have a good night, yes?’ your boyfriend whispered into your ear leaning down and kissing your cheek with a smile “of course” you reach back to run your fingers through his hair that was still damp from the many water bottles he had poured over himself to cool down. He shudders and sighs into your ear before standing up and stretching a little looking over at his friends and back over at you sliding you his card from his wallet “Get yourself something to drink- i might lay off the alcohol tonight-” he thinks to himself deciding a few cigarettes and maybe a joint or two sounded a lot better than getting drunk and dealing with a hangover ontop of exhaustion the next morning “then come meet us over there-” he points over at a little less crowded part of the club “maybe me and you can test the dance floor” Joost winks leaning down to kiss both your cheeks which you accepted before catching his lips in a quick kiss “Ill be over in a second” You hummed “Save me a seat-” you requested stepping back towards the crowded bar. Joost smirks and pats his thigh with a wink “you always have one if you ask” He purrs and you can feel your face flush before waving him off “go sit down” You chuckle before turning on your heel going towards the bar ignoring the cat call your boyfriend sends your way but you cant ignore the small smile and a laugh making its way up your throat.

You dont actually know what happened. One drink turned into two before you could stop and then three- you knew you were supposed to go back to meet up with Joost and your friend but the drink you randomly picked out was just- so good- and before you could even step away you had finished the glass and got another. Clearly the alcohol in the drink was a lot stronger than what you were used too as you began to get fuzzy and eager for the next drink- the bartender not realizing how quickly your tolerance was dwindling- and you were also admittedly not aware of how quickly your once steady standing turned unsteady and how quickly vomiting sounded pretty nice, on your 8th glass you ended up leaning on the counter to support yourself drunkenly singing along to the fast paced dutch song blasting out of the stereos at the head of the club- the people around you joining in on your own little concert you didn't even realize was pretty loud. Ordering another drink unable to even lift your arm without feeling tingly or nauseous you felt a hand grab your shoulder “I have a boyfriend you fuck-” You whip your head around and look at the chest that greets you “Ugh men-” You slur and look up at concerned blue eyes “ shit schat- your fucking hammered” Joost mutters smelling the sweet alcoholic drink on your breath “How much did you have?” he questions a little worried as you blink and then giggle a little “You are so hot-” you mutter falling into his arms a little “how did i bag a beauty like youuuu~” you giggle running your fingers over his shoulders and Joost wraps his arms around your waist to support your unsteady weight “so warm” You flutter your eyelashes at him closing your eyes and humming in content “You are drunk” Joost hums smiling down at you a little “How did you get so drunk- i leave you alone for a few minutes” He raises a brow not an ounce of anger or disappointment in his voice- if anything he is amused- you dont ever get drunk so what was different today? Joost reaches behind you grabbing your half drank beverage and taking a swig surprised at the intensity of the Alcohol count “Holy shit-” He blinks and looks down at you “i didnt know you were that hardcore” He laughs dodging your hands which are now trying to touch his face in sheer admiration “it’s nuuthing” you giggle out running your fingers through his hair “mmsoft” you chuckle letting Joost gently pull you away from the bar after confirming with the tender the bill was payed not worried about the expenses. Joost tugs you along letting you drag your feet every now and again not too worried about how heavy you were as you werent heavy at all to him, just a cute bundle of drunken mumblings and yelling at women who even look at Joost- threatening to fight them outside even if you couldnt stand by yourself- your threats or reasonings for being mad not even making sense and thus causing your blonde boyfriend to sheepishly wave and look down at you with slight amusement. Once outside Joost lets you get some fresh air, the club too stuffy and heavy to even think straight let alone feel better after getting hammered. “I dont feel good” you finally slur out hanging your head in defeat “i dont doubt it mijn liefje” he whispers to you rubbing your back before quickly pulling your hair up letting you throw up the insane amount of alcohol in your body. Joost winces and rubs your back with his free hand. You blink slowly once you are able to stand up straight, “Ugh” you groan out holding your head and Joost takes out some napkins he had in his back pocket to wipe your mouth and shake his head “we should get you back to the apartment” Joost offers and you pout “But the night is still younggg” you whine and joost takes your arm wrapping it over his shoulders careful to lean down so he doesnt hurt or stretch your arm out “theres always another night” He hums to you and starts leading you away towards your shared home careful and slow listening to your slurred complaints and compliments mixed in always something about how wonderful his hair looks or how special he is to her.

When they get home Joost is quick to lay you down in the bed and get your shoes off and changing your flimsy drunk figure into a pair of soft pajamas. He kisses your cheek and laughs softly “you are so cute” He admits standing up straight “No you are” You retaliate looking up at him and giggling. Joost quickly leaves the room and comes back with a glass of cold water and sets it down on the night stand before climbing into bed with you discarding his shirt and scooping you towards him. “Feeling any better?” he questions running his fingers through your hair “jus a lil” you mumble snuggling yourself into him the room spinning slightly “Thats okay, ill take care of you tomorrow” Joost hums leaning over and turning the lamp off “Just take it easy” He kisses your forehead “and next time there is alcohol im monitoring you” He jokes laughing at your groans of disagreement

Dutch meaning: schat- babe. Mijn liefje- my darling

A/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON MY FIRST JOOST FIC!!! Keep the requests coming!!! I love writing for this man

[hippiepowrs]

one night lookin' pretty

eddie munson x fem!metalhead!reader

you and eddie hate school dances, but you decide to go to the prom this year--with someone who isn't eddie. eddie does not like that, but can't say anything.

a/n: this is my first longer fic so i hope you like it. prom season is coming up so this is kinda self indulgent (as if all my fics aren't). this one is for all my weird girls out there! title from one night in the city by dio btw. :)

warnings: hurt/comfort. angsty for a while but gets fluffy. swearing. a guy being a total asshole to reader. reader wears a dress. reader and eddie both self-described as 'freak.' eddie being a jealous and insecure idiot. both are oblivious as fuck. eddie is REALLY dorky. eddie's backstory and parents--i did not read that book so i don't care if it's canon. idiots in love in the end. pretty cliche but i don't care!

wc: 3.8k

It’s prom night, and Eddie is sitting alone on his couch. Without you. 

Usually, you guys skip every school event together in favor of watching a shitty movie and smoking half of his stock, but tonight was different. Someone asked you to the prom, and it wasn’t him. 

He’s been acting off for the past two weeks, you noticed. He’s been quiet and snappy, and has been opting to jack up the stereo instead of talk on your drives home. When you asked him what was wrong, he pushed you away. So, you left him alone about it. He made it clear he wanted his space.

He didn’t even want to show up to see you in your dress. You called him last night to see if he would come over–he told you he was sick. He wasn’t fully lying, though. The thought of you going to that stupid school dance with that stupid school boy made him nauseous. It didn’t make sense to him. How did you switch your views on the prom so fast? Months ago, the two of you laughed at the idea of going. Now, you were dressed up all pretty, just like all those popular girls you claimed to hate. He had to watch that sleazy ass car pull into to the trailer park, right up next to his. He’d never admit that he watched you step out of your trailer with that guy, and wished it was him. 

Being completely honest with yourself, your date isn’t even exactly your type. Todd isn’t some freak like you or your friends, but he isn’t a complete asshole either. He asked you in the hallway two weeks ago, and your instinct was to laugh at him. You laughed in his face, but he didn’t budge. He really wanted to take you to the prom, so you told him you’d go. It felt nice to be wanted. It was okay that he wasn’t some rock n’ roll dude like you’re into–it’s not like you’re marrying him. It’s just the prom. 

You and Todd arrive at the Hawkins High gym, hand in sweaty hand. Pushing the anxiety clawing at your throat back down, you give him a smile as you walk to get your photo taken together. The frilly, glittery background reminds you that this place isn’t for you. Again, you push that down. 

The music isn’t really your style, either, but everyone is having so much fun you feel the need to pretend. None of your friends are here, so you’re stuck. Maybe you should have pregamed, you think. Too late now. Todd pulls you onto the dance floor with a fervor you’ve never seen in him. You don’t understand how a person can have so much fun dancing to this shitty music. It’s a lot easier to get through when you pretend that Todd is Eddie, and you’re dancing to mixtapes in his room. You decide not to think about the implications of that right now. When the song ends, you offer to grab punch for the both of you. Maybe it’ll be spiked. 

As you make your way back to Todd, you see him chatting with a few of his friends, and from this distance you can just begin to hear them.

“So, when do I get my twenty bucks from each of you? She’s totally ruining my reputation right now.” He laughs, and your stomach churns.

“Okay, yeah, you proved us wrong. You got her here, you danced, you win.” His friend confirms the fear that’s been looming over you like a dark cloud since Todd first asked you out. 

“You at least better hold onto her long enough to get her home with you tonight, man!” Another friend cackles, and you think you’re going to vomit.

How were you stupid enough to think that he actually liked you?

God, you’re so gullible. 

At least there’s nothing to lose now, you think. Walking over to him, drinks in hand, you dump both of them on his head. They splash on his stupid hair and drench his stupid suit. The music keeps playing. A few people turn to look. The room doesn’t stop for you like some trashy romcom. Everyone just keeps going. 

Storming out to the parking lot, nothing can stop the burning tears from pouring down your face. You slump down against the brick wall, fabric of your dress sticking to the rough sidewalk. The warm spring air feels sticky on your cheeks. You wish you had stayed in with Eddie.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. You need to call Eddie. Todd drove you here, so it’s either Eddie or walk, and these heels already hurt enough. Your body feels like dead weight as you drag yourself to the payphone on the wall, punching in the number that’s engraved into your heart. 

“Hey.” You greet, choked up. You’re trying to keep your composure. You know it won’t last long.

“…Hey. Havin’ fun with Mr. Popular?” There’s a bitterness to his tone. Usually he would’ve picked up on the fact that you were crying in a split second, but tonight he was too angry.

“Uhm, not really. Could you, uh,” you sniffle, blowing your thin cover, “pick me up? Like, now?”

You can almost hear his demeanor shift over the phone. A beat of silence passes.

“I’ll be right there.” He’s clearly still upset, because he hangs up the phone without saying goodbye. But his one-sided irritation can’t override the facts: he cares about you so much that he immediately hops in his van and starts speeding to the school, even faster than normal.

You sit back at the edge of the sidewalk, staring into the empty night over the parking lot. God, this is so cliché. Freak gets taken to prom as a joke; left crying outside. You know how pointless it is to cry over this guy. You don’t even care about him, to be honest. But it’s not really him you’re crying over. It’s the extensive disappointment you repeatedly put yourself through after expecting different results—it’s the fact that you haven’t stopped thinking about Eddie all night. 

As you begin to probe deeper into the ethical implications of falling in love with your best friend, said best friend whips into the parking lot, tires skidding as he pulls right up to you and parks. He drives just how he lives his life—with a sense of urgency and passion you don’t see in many. His van stops diagonally in the middle of the pickup lane, and he hops out of the driver’s side door, so worried he can’t be bothered to close it before sprinting to your side. 

For the past six minutes—which is Eddie’s new personal record on getting to the school from Forest Hills—his mind has been racing with every possibility of what could have happened to you tonight. Maybe Todd had another girl, or is just boring, or maybe you got totally Carrie’d and some assholes poured pig’s blood all over you. Not likely, but hey, you never know the determination of Hawkins’ resident assholes. At least if you got Carrie’d you’d look metal as fuck. That would be a good album cover. But that’s not the point. What he’s more worried about is the possibility that that dickwad touched you in any way. Just the thought is enough for him to completely light up—he got pretty close to breaking his steering wheel from how hard he was gripping it. 

“What happened?” He tries to act nonchalant, but that’s something he’s never been good at. 

Your head is held between your knees, looking down into nothingness. He’s staring daggers into the top of your head, and you can almost feel the fact that he wants to say ‘I told you so.’ Reluctantly, your wet eyes tilt upwards, the rest of your head following. 

“Let’s just talk in the van.” He sighs. 

You don’t budge. Your legs feel far too wobbly to imagine getting up right now. He has zero patience at the moment, it seems, as evidenced by the fact that he almost immediately picks you up bridal style and carries you directly to the passenger’s side of his van. He fumbles with the door handle for a second before setting you down gently in the seat. You watch him drag a frustrated hand over his face through the windshield as he walks back to his side, and although you know you didn’t do anything wrong, you’re worried that you did. 

The engine roars into life, turning your seat into a makeshift massage chair. Eddie pulls out of the parking lot as quickly as he pulled in, but with a little more focus. He doesn’t turn his music on, which is a bad sign. 

“It was a bet,” is all you can say, voice soft and defeated, “because, of fucking course it was.” You stare out the window, head tapping against the glass as he hits a pothole straight on.

“I told you that asshole was bad news.” His voice is laced with venom. He’s never been good at controlling his anger—especially when it has to do with you. 

You stay silent. Anything you say right now will probably just piss him off more. 

“Why do you—why do you always do this to yourself? You’re always finding these guys that just want to take you out to say they were able to take you out. They treat you like a fucking trophy.” He scoffs. 

You look at him again, tears still silently falling. Even if you wanted to say something to that, you can’t seem to find your voice. 

“I just don’t get it. You’re, like, totally perfect,” he coughs, gripping the wheel harder, “and these guys you find are total douches. You can do so much better.”

“It’s not like there’s anyone better around here,” you mumble while staring out the window, like some kid talking back to their parent for the first time. 

“That’s not my point!” His yell rings out against the hum of the engine, the dull drumming being the only sound left as he hangs a sharp right turn. “I just don’t understand why you’re so eager to find some guy that you throw your morals out the door.” Eddie’s eyes dart to you for a moment before looking back at the road. 

“I haven’t thrown my morals out the door.” You argue softly. 

“Yes, you have! We always said we’d never suck up to the bullshit they want us to do, that we’d never let them turn us normal, and here you are at the fucking prom.”

“Eddie, it’s prom! It’s not like I fucking stabbed my mother!”

“We’re supposed to be the freaks! We’re Hellfire! We piss people off! That’s our whole thing! You can’t just—fuck—just throw that out!” He groans angrily, pulling into Forest Hills, slowing down as you near the Munson trailer. 

“I’m not throwing it out.” You say, much more firmly. 

“You’re throwing me out!” There it goes, the root of the entire issue. He’s always been worried that you’ll find someone cooler, someone less abrasive, someone who will make you laugh and smile more than he can. Logically, he knows that would never happen, but he can’t help his fear. He throws the van into park and slams the door as he gets out. 

Eddie was eight when he met you. He’d been living with Wayne for a little over a year by the time you moved next door, but he was still struggling. His mother left him first, then his father. He missed his mom a lot, but his dad probably caused him more pain, knowing that he had the choice whether or not to stay, but Eddie wasn’t enough. Uncle Wayne was nicer to him than his father had ever been, but that can’t fix a broken kid. 

Then one day, you showed up in your ratty hand-me-downs, a year and a half younger than him. He thought that girls had cooties, but you were different. You didn’t giggle or try to hide your gaze like the other girls did when they made fun of him to each other. Instead, you walked right up to him and said hi. 

You were new, and you didn’t have the best clothes—he could tell you were probably going through something similar to him—so the kids at school kicked you to the curb. You were just as pretty as the other girls, he thought, if not prettier, as much as a seven-year-old can be. But that didn’t really seem to matter to them. Your lunchbox was plain, theirs had characters. 

When the two of you got to be in junior high at the same time, him in the eighth grade and you in sixth, he thought for sure that you would find new, more popular friends. It was incredibly shocking to him that you’d rather hang out with some dorky boy with an ugly buzz cut who’s two grades ahead of you than the other pretty girls, but he wasn’t going to complain. 

He’s lived with that fear constantly since then, always preparing himself to see you walking into school one day in some pastel sweater instead of your band shirts and battle vest. He knows you won’t, he knows you’re better than that, and he feels so guilty for always expecting the worst, but he can’t help it. 

You hop out of the passenger’s side of the van, holding up the skirt of your dress like some elegant princess. But instead of some grand, ornate staircase, you’re simply walking up the concrete steps of the Munson trailer and following Eddie, who’s storming inside. 

“Eddie.” You sound like a scolding mother, tears having dried up a few minutes ago, and you shut the door behind you. “Why do you think so lowly of me?” Your voice cracks with the weight of the question. 

Eyes widening, Eddie never realized quite how much his thoughts could affect you until right now. “I don’t,” he says softly. “You’re the best person I know.”

“You say that, but you always think I’m gonna leave you for someone else. You’re my best fucking friend. I’m not just gonna cut you off at the drop of a hat.”

“I- I know that,” he stammers out, a little shaken. 

“Do you?”

“Look, I,” he sighs, finally turning around, “I’m just scared. I’m scared that one day you’ll wake up and realize how fucking lame I am, and you won’t want to deal with me and all my bullshit anymore.” 

“The world isn’t against you, Eddie.”

He opens his mouth to quip back something snarky, but he closes it as he thinks about your words again. 

“You hate yourself so much that it’s beginning to rub off on me, because I’m friends with you, and if I like you, you think that surely there’s something wrong with me, too.” 

He’s stunned into silence, your words stabbing him straight through the heart. 

“Can you at least tell me why you were being a dick for the past few weeks?” You switch the subject slightly with a sigh. 

Eddie takes a deep breath. “Because of Troy asking you to prom.”

“Todd.”

“Yeah, whatever. He was my problem.”

“Why were you mad at me for that, though?”

“I knew he was gonna hurt you.”

“You didn’t say anything about that, though. You just said he was an ass once and then pushed me away for two straight weeks.”

Standing in the middle of the dark trailer, Eddie is presented with two options: confess his lifelong, undying love for you, or don’t. He knows that the only good and honest explanation he can give you involves a love confession, and he hates lying to you. But one thing trumps the fact that he hates lying to you, and it’s that Eddie is a complete and utter pussy. 

Eddie is, and always has been, a pussy. In middle school, you acted as his bodyguard—self-appointed, and very passionate—which only made him get bullied worse. You didn’t care. You’d defend him until the end of time. You’d take a hundred tugs to your ponytail or face-plants in the lunchroom so that he wouldn’t have to. You weren’t very loud or talkative in school, until it came to defending Eddie. 

To Eddie, you’re this glowing beacon of light and hope in his life. Everything good comes from you. And if he confesses his feelings to you, and you don’t feel the same, that pillar comes crashing down. 

But…what if? What if you did feel the same? That’s stupid, he thinks. Clearly you don’t, because otherwise you wouldn’t have gone to prom with another guy. And he’s sure you already know about his big, fat crush, and you’re choosing to act like you don’t notice.

“I’m sorry.” You can tell he’s nervous by the way he’s fingering riffs on the side of his thigh. 

“You always get so upset when I talk to guys. It’s not like there can be only one guy in my life.” 

“I know that, it’s just–” This is going to be the worst decision he’s ever made, and he knows it, but he can’t stop himself. “--I’m jealous, okay?”

“Obviously you’re fucking jealous, dickweed.” As you call him your favorite nickname, the intent behind his words reaches you, and your cheeks begin to heat up. “…Wait.”

“Have you seriously not picked up on this yet?” Eddie is genuinely surprised at your reaction. “You—you’re perfect, you know that? You’re the coolest person I’ve ever met, and I don’t know how you do it.” His voice is softer than normal. 

“Yeah, but—like, are you serious?” You ask. 

“I wouldn’t joke about this. I’ve been, like, totally into you forever. I’m surprised Gareth or Jeff didn’t say anything to you.”

“They did a while ago, but I thought they were messing with me.” 

“Okay, I honestly can’t blame you for that.”

A moment passes in silence, and you think about how to respond. 

“You know, I didn’t really want to go with Todd.”

“What? Why did you then?”

“I hoped that you would ask me,” you admit, eyes drifting to your feet, “but it was kind of a stupid thing to expect.”

His jaw goes slack as he hears you speak. 

“I guess that I’ve just kinda had this pipe dream where we’d go to prom together, and I’d be able to dress up all pretty, and we could dance together.” You avoid his gaze, until you hear him scurrying down the hallway. 

He emerges back out with his stereo in one hand and a cassette in the other, scrambling to place it down on the kitchen table and shoving the tape inside. He immediately skips to the song he has in mind. The familiar sound of Tommy Lee’s piano starts from beside you, and before you can figure out what’s happening, he’s offering his hand to you. 

“May I have this dance?” 

A smile grows on your face. “God, you’re such a fucking dork.” Your insult doesn’t come without placing your hand in his. He’s bright red, and he’s never slow danced in his life. 

M��tley Crüe’s Home Sweet Home is interrupted occasionally by the sound of feet stepping on feet and the subsequent ow!’s that follow, as well as the flustered giggling of two idiots in love. 

Eddie pulls you a little closer, his hands firmly planted on your waist. “You look really beautiful tonight,” he murmurs, “sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” 

He feels extremely underdressed compared to you, him in his favorite torn up pair of black jeans and an Exodus muscle tee, and you in your stunningly gorgeous dress, looking prettier than any princess he could ever imagine. 

“Thank you,” you mumble back, flustered, “you don’t look too—fuck!—too bad yourself, you know.” A playful giggle comes with your words, and a huge grin grows on Eddie’s face. 

“Yeah?” He teases, looking right in your eyes. 

“Yeah.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you giggle, staring right back. 

Leaning in, he lets out a nervous laugh before pressing his lips to yours. It’s not some magical explosion of energy that cures all your problems and fixes world hunger; but his lips are soft and warm, and he tastes like weed, gummy worms and a hint of shitty beer, and it feels right. 

You kiss him a few more times before the song ends, all quick and chaste but completely full of love. Pulling you along with him, not wanting to let go, he pauses the tape and the trailer goes quiet again. 

“Was I better at that than Troy?”

“Todd.”

“Point still stands, fuckface.”

Eddie drags you down the hall to his bedroom, the familiar ambiance warming you like a comforting blanket. Jumping onto the bed with a plop, the boy pats beside him invitingly.

“Can I change first?” You ask, ecstasy of the moment wearing off, allowing you to remember how itchy this damn dress is.

“‘Course. Your shirt is clean if you want it.” He calls it your shirt, but it was his at one point. The old Metallica tee used to be his favorite one, too, which meant it got a lot of wear and tear. But then you started wearing it at sleepovers, and it quickly became your shirt. Eddie didn’t like to wash it afterward because it smelled like you. He always felt like a creep for that.

Your hand tries its best to wrap around and pull the impossibly tiny zipper down, but it doesn’t want to budge. Eddie, watching you as intently as ever, quickly notices and jumps up to help you. His fingers move to your waist, soft and nimble, and gently undo the zipper for you. You let your dress fall to the ground, and he looks away, flustered. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you in your underwear before, but now it feels a lot more serious.

Quickly throwing on the hole-filled Metallica shirt and a clean pair of his boxers, both of you hop back into his bed. You’ve shared plenty of nights here before, but once again, now it feels different. You sense that it will become a common theme for your life in the near future. His hands snake back around your waist and pull you next to him, and you allow your head to rest against his chest.

“So… does this mean you’re, like, my girlfriend now, or what?” A goofy smirk is plastered across his face as he asks. 

You try to playfully shove him off of you, to no avail. “Are you seriously fucking asking me that?” You’re trying so hard to act angry, but your giggles give you away.

“Yes, yes it does.” You seal it with a kiss. Then one on his cheek, and the other, and his forehead, and the tip of his nose.

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[dragonridernoobie]

Granny Predicon wakes up from her nap because of a human play California girl's and she yells to them to rise the volume all because she been listening to that song in her long sleep in Egypt when it first sung and she liked it very much

Since be interesting that Granny knows pretty much a lot about human media both ancient and modern

XD, ok, I like that.

Bayvers Transformers X predicon Reader (Part.4)

It was a peaceful day. The birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, autobots shooting eachother during training. The norm, though, one thing was new.

A gaint 130ft(39 meters) dragon sleeping in the building. It was an old dragon that was named (Y/N) who has joined the autobots after a mission in Egypt.

Woken by a human named Sam and a few other humans. Ever since the mission, they have been here sleeping, help training, sleeping, helping on missions, sleeping.....ya alot of sleeping.

They where old, and everyone new it. Though, they where still able to kick everyone's asses. They knew alot about humans and today's human culter.

Which the autobots found out one faithful day. One of the many human military personnel. Ms. Star (Not real person) came into the building, ready to train the new gaurds.

When she was ready, she turned on the speakers, it started the Playlist of songs.

no one paid mine to them. Optimus and ratchet still doing their thing. Iron hide and jazz still fighting. Bumblebee and same talking away. (Y/N) still snoring away.

That's intel the song California Girls started to play. Everyone watched how (Y/N)'s head shot up and looked at the stereo.

(Y/N): "Frag Yes! Turn that up!!!"

Everyone watches how (Y/N) dances and sings.

(How you dance)

Bumblebee and jazz cheer (Y/N) on while iron hide and ratchet look sudpised and are speechless

And optimus.......he was just confused.

Wasent this old predacon just sleeping away? Not being able to wake up from any noise or command?

While he is confused, he is also happy that his autobots are being distracted from the ongoing war.

What a weird predacon.

[petalruesimblr]

The Roadhouse

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Description:

Welcome to The Roadhouse – where the drinks are cold, the food is hot and the fun never stops! Whether you're a seasoned local or just passing through town, everyone is welcome at The Roadhouse – yes, even vampires! Despite the Winchesters owning the bar, we don't discriminate against creatures of the night anymore, as the brothers have retired from hunting. Let your competitive spirit soar as you challenge anyone to a variety of games and as the night heats up, let loose with your best moves on the dance floor! For a price, you can also indulge in a little late-night R&R or maybe even play hooky for the day in our upstairs rooms – we won't tell! So come on down and join us for a night of fun, laughter and maybe even a little mischief!

Details:

Price: 88,128 Lot Size: 20x30 Lot Type: Local Watering Hole Version: 1.42 Store Content: None CC Used: None Packs Needed: The Sims 3, Late Night (Wallpaper, Counter, Door, Bar Dive, Lot type), World Adventures, Ambitions , Generations (Window)

Hello! This is one of my earlier builds - a beloved bar that has become a mainstay in my gameplay. It's been a hotspot for countless bachelor and bachelorette parties, witnessing its fair share of wild antics and unforgettable moments.

Click on the ’Keep Reading’ below for more information and pictures on this lot.

Named after one of my favorite shows, Supernatural, this bar draws inspiration from the iconic Roadhouse. However it does not mirror the original blueprint of the bar and I've given it a different look to better suit the worlds I typically play in.

Featuring four bedrooms upstairs, perfect for tired Sims or those seeking a bit of privacy (wink, wink), each room offers something different: two singles, one standard and even a vampire exclusive room.

It has decent parking at the back, a variety of games for added fun, a professional bar, lively music and plenty of seating.

📣Please note that the Late Night expansion pack is required for the Local Watering Hole lot to show up and work in your game, along with a selection of bar-related decors.

This lot has been play-tested and I’ve used it in a few of my saved games. Let me know if you experience any problems on your end.

1st Floor:

Professional bar, tables and chairs, Public Sounds Stereo

Foosball table

Classic Master Darter

Bull’s-Eye ElectroPro 900 Dartboard

Bathroom

Shuffleboard

2nd Floor:

Two single rooms - bed, dresser and own bathroom

One standard room - double bed, Retro-tastic TV, dresser, small dining area and own bathroom

Vampire room - Vampiric Sanctum, small living area with Retro-tastic TV, dresser, own bathroom

[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- Goodbye 2011

2011

Part 16

18th December 2011 London

Nervously I jump around on the spot hearing thefans all scream just as the VT comes on introducing us

"Ok huddle" Liam says with his arms out. We all huddle together "we are only ever going to get one first show. Let's make this count. I know we're all nervous, but let's go out there and just have a good time. Let's smash it'

"Let's go!" Harry yells making me laugh as we all run on stage holding our microphones and immediately Na Na Na starts playing. After our first song we then sing Stand Up then Wish "Good evening London!" Harry says at the end of the song "t'night is the start of our tour so we want you to sing as loud as ya can t'night. When we first got together we spent a lot of time at my house with a guitar around the fire singing some of our favourite songs. So that's exactly what we're gonna do f'you right now"

Finally it's time for our little medley/solo songs. I sit down between Harry and Zayn. First up is Zayn with I Got A Feeling, then Niall sings Stereo Hearts. As usual I do the high harmony while singing. Next up is Louis with Valarie, then it's Liam with Torn. Finally is my turn with I Wanna Dance With Somebody

"Clock strikes upon the hour" as I start singing I get to from my seat and walk towards the front of the stage "And the sun begins to fade. Still enough time to figure out. How to chase my blues away. I've done alright up 'till now. It's the light of day that shows me how. And when the night falls, loneliness calls" I turn to look at the boys smiling "Oh, I wanna dance with somebody I wanna feel the heat with somebody. Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody. With somebody who loves me" the boys then all join in "Oh, I wanna dance with somebody I wanna feel the heat with somebody Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody With somebody who loves me" Harry and Zayn place their arms around my shoulders

“think we should do it one more time don't you?" Niall says

"This time put your hands in the air and clap along" Zayn shouts and we sing the last part of the song acapella.

19th December 2011 Westcliff-on- Sea

"I just want to say on behalf of all of us thank you for turning up here tonight your the best fans in the world and your also very good on Twitter" Zayn says into his mic

"We've actually been looking at our favourite tweets today" Liam says “Ah here they are"

"I traveled all the way from Yorkshire on a train to be here" Louis says

"Oooo I like this one. What have you asked for Christmas?" Liam says

"Another dog" I say into my making all the boys laugh

"And what did ya dad say?" Harry asks

"No" I pout "but I just think cookie is lonely and needs a friend"

"I swear your gonna have a zoo one day" Zayn

laughs into the mic

"This was my favourite tweet" I say and turn to the screen "bloody hell I think I need my eyes testing. Ok errrm 'what have you brought on tour with you from home? I've brought a few photos of my family and friends. Ni?" I look at Niall who responds

"Yeah same. Photographs and a few home comforts"

We go through some more tweets then move on to our next song.

21st December 2011 Wolverhampton

"Ok so tonight is a very special night. Tonight we are in Liams home town. Everyone make some noise!" I shout into my microphone and the fans all start screaming "ok, so, because we are here, Liams family have come out. Where are they?" I ask scanning the front row when I finally see them waving"hi!” I wave back “we hope you guys enjoy the show"

"YN isn't your dad here as well?" Louis asks

"He is! And he brought my baby with him!'

"Cookie she means cookie" Liam says

"She's still my baby. Anyway she's probably asleep in my dressing room, either that or I'm going to find some presents when I go back" I nervously laugh, but I know cookie is most likely asleep

“Now because it's a special night we want to hear how loud you guys can be. So this side of the room you've got me and Harry" Louis says

"This side you've got me and Niall" Liam says

"And you guys have the best. Me and Zayn! Whooo! We’re so going to win”

"Ok ok pipe down YN” Niall says laughing

“Ok so we want to hear you scream as loud as you can. Ready?” Harry says “on 3. 1, 2, 3” Zayn and I pull a face and shake our heads

“We can do better than that can’t we?” Liam says “on 3”

“1, 2, 3” Zayn and I look at each other and smile

“Ok now let the best group go. Are we ready?” I ask and hear cheers

“Ok 3, 2, 1” the middle group scream as loud as they can

“Ok well clearly we won” I say turning to the boys

“m’not so sure” Harry replies

“Maybe we should just get everyone to scream that way we all win”

“Niall ever the pleaser” i mutter “fine. Ok we can all win, but only because you all know Zayn and I won. Ok ready! 3, 2, 1….. woah I think they could hear us half way across the globe!”

“The next song we’re going to sing is Up All Night” Niall introduces the next song.

22nd December 2011 Manchester

“Ok guys the next song we got for you is one of the very first songs we recorded straight off the show” Niall says while I grab a drink. Harry hands me a towel

“Thanks I pant taking the towel from him”

“This is everything about you” the music then starts and Liam starts singing. During the chorus I find Alex standing in the front and sing to him. He blows me a kiss making me smile.

After Daniel does is guitar solo it’s my turn to sing

“And you have always been the only one I wanted. And I wanted you to know without you I can't face it. All we want to have is fun, but they say that we're too young. Let them say what they want” I sing going high at the very end and prolong the note while the boys start the chorus

“Give it up for YN!” Niall says as I end the note then join in with the final chorus.

We then run off stage to do a quick change. At this point I’m so used to changing in front of the boys and they are too. They respect me enough not to look. I check myself in the mirror

“Do you think I should go natural?”

“You want to go on stage nude?” Harry asks raising a brow at me

“No my hair” I laugh “I’m getting a little bored of the red hair”

“What is your natural colour?”

“Brown”

“Go for it you can always change it again right?” Zayn says

“Guys your needed back on stage” with that we run back on stage to sing Use Somebody.

23rd December 2011 Manchester

“So, get out, get out, get out of my mind. And come on, come into my life I don't, I don't, don't know what it is. But I need that one thing And you've got that one thing” we sing and at the end Louis and Liam drag me to the ground making me squeal. I sit on the floor and look at the boys as they get up

“Seriously? Why?” I laugh. Niall puts his hands out and helps me up

“Sorry YN but we had to. It’s the last night of the tour for this year” Liam says

“Speaking of, we just want to say that we are having such a good time tonight, but non of this would be possible without our incredible band. So let’s give it up John on the keys, Josh on the drums, Sam on base and last but not least Dan on the guitar!” Louis introduces the band. Each one then playing the tune to What Makes You Beautiful

“Please give it up for our amazing band” Zayn shouts “and who knows we might come back to that song later”

“We definitely will” I laugh

“Now like Liam said. This is our final tour date for this year. Tonight we will be traveling home back for Christmas. So I want us to sing a Christmas song, are you guys down for that?”

“Depends on the song” Zayn says laughing

“I want all of you to sing along. Oh I wish it could be Christmas…” I point my microphone and the fans sing “ohh I wish it could be Christmas…. so let… for Christmas! Whooo that was amazing” I smile

“M’surprised you didn’ make that into a competition” Harry says then immediately regrets “wait no…”

“To late” I smile.

[bumpkinspice0]

Recovery Time: Chapter 6

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

No use of y/n

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: You throw Joel a Birthday party... and end the night with a dance

Warnings: Angst soothed away by fluff, verbal fight, Past trauma, Joel has big feelings and some dirty thoughts, mutual pining

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Chapter 6: Happy Birthday Joel Miller

It’d been 3 days since he let his birthday date slip and you’d been plotting ever since.

You stand nervously in the kitchen just waiting for him to come back home— and you feel like a fucking idiot. The sun had set. He went out to check the traps 45 minutes ago. You’d turned on the generator less than 30 minutes ago and pulled his birthday cake, a bastardized version of apple crisp, out of the oven 20 minutes ago. Now you’re just… standing there. Staring at the door. Like a fucking idiot. 

You’re nervous for absolutely no reason other than this was a surprise. You’d been nervous just thinking about it all day. Your nerves were apparently so obvious that he asked if you were alright a handful of times. You weren’t too good a lying but you managed to get him off your sent. You want it to be perfect, but you don’t even know what that means. This wasn’t really a traditional party. Hell, this wasn’t even a party. It was a night to take a load off. To relax. To forget about… everything. An illusion really. A chance to pretend that everything was okay.

This was Joel’s night, his first since he got here. Whatever he wanted. A ‘thank you for tumbling into my life, I think we’re friends now’ party. 

But maybe this was stupid after all. Childish and dumb. You should quit while you're ahead. Turn off the generator and say you just made some apple crisp for shits and giggles. You should—

Your heart nearly leaps through your throat when the door opens. Gus rushes in first, slowly followed by Joel. He looks… confused. Reasonable reaction.

“What’s… what’s this?” He asks slowly, glancing around at the random strung Christmas lights crisscrossing the ceiling. He’d surely seen the ones strung across the yard too, “You turned on the generator?”

“I did.” You answer with a small smile.

He slowly paces around the living room, blanketed in golden rainbow light.

“For?”

“Your belated birthday,” You raise your hands and give some weak spirit fingers, “Surprise.”

He pauses, facing away from you. You see his shoulders tense, the rest of him almost frozen in place. The telltale sign he was uncomfortable. Oh no. You immediately feel like you need to explain yourself. The words come pouring out of you at lightspeed before you give him a chance to say anything.

“I-I know a lot of people don’t feel like there isn’t anything to celebrate anymore, I did too, but you deserve it. Everyone deserves something. I know it’s not much but I made… Well, it’s not a cake but it’s like apple crisp and you can have the stereo playing as long as you want. The TV too. We don’t have the best movie selection but you can pick whatever you want tonight. I even brought up a bottle of wine. I know it’s not—”

“Stop,” His gravel voice cuts through your stammering in an instant. “Just… stop it.”

Suddenly the air feels heavy. You’d done something. You’ve offended him somehow.

“I– I’m sorry. Did I—”

“I told you,” He turns around, an anger in his eyes you hadn't seen before. Or… maybe it was pain? You instantly feel small. “I fucking told you to forget it.”

You’ve overstepped. Massively overstepped. You fucked up. Oh god, you fucked up.

“I just wanted to—I know you—”

“You don’t know anything.” He spits, taking a step closer. You reflexively take a step back. You know he’d never hurt you, but fuck he was terrifying, “You don’t know a goddamn thing about me. Stop actin’ like you do.”

His voice booms, threatening to shake the log cabin walls. Even Gus cowers behind you. He’s scary. He’s absolutely terrifying. The silence that lingers is somehow even louder than his outrage. You don’t want to say anything else. You don’t think you could if you tried.

Even if you could speak, it wouldn’t matter anyway. He turns to leave almost immediately, slamming the door behind him. 

You fucked up.

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Joel stumbles in the dark out past the property, the glow of lights fading in the distance. 

He wants to scream. He wants to find something and kill it. He wants to cut a hole in his head so all the memories can come pouring out and he’ll never have to feel them again. He wants to be numb. He wants to be free of this, even though he knows he never could be.

Her face is still crystal clear in his mind, just like it was every day. That sweet smile. Big curly hair. Those bright eyes you could never say no to– Sarah. His beautiful, perfect daughter. The only person he’s certain he’d ever truly loved. The one who deserved to live. He wants to purge every memory of her but never let them go simultaneously. How could you just forget the best thing that ever happened to you? He tried to. For years he tried.

No parent should ever have to bury their child. The pain never stopped. The bottomless pit he could never dig himself out of. It’s like it happened yesterday. And tonight you brought it all boiling to the surface. Things he fought so hard for years to keep buried ten feet deep.

Fuck you. Fuck you for doing this to him. 

A frustrated roar rips from his throat as his fist makes contact with the closest tree. The pain is instant and only serves as a distraction for a few fleeting seconds. Still, it’s more welcome than the boiling cauldron of other emotions brewing. 

Anger. Betrayal. Sadness. 

Guilt seems to blanket over all of them now that the initial rage is fading. The look on your face while he screamed at you is something that’ll be tattooed on his mind forever.  You didn’t deserve this, him and all the fucked up baggage he came with. You’d been nothing but kind since you dragged him here and tonight he spat in your face.

You were like her in a way— Like Sarah. Stubborn and too damn smart for your own good. A compassionate soul that wanted to share it with others. Someone who always had a positive outlook on life. What did you blurt in the middle of your stammering? 

Everyone deserves something.

If only you knew how wrong that was when it came to him. Joel deserved the early grave he dug for himself, but you came along and pulled him out of it— and this is how he repays you?

You didn’t know. There’s no way you could have— and yet that still doesn’t seem to ebb away any of the anger still simmering just under the surface. ‘Is that all I am anymore?’ Joel thinks. ‘An angry old man?’ He didn’t want it, all this hate. He wanted to be better for you.

You don’t know a goddamn thing about me. That’s what he spat at you— but whose fault was that? You tried. You tried so hard for him to let you in, and he always shut the door in your face.

You saw him like a bird with a broken wing, fallen from its nest. Something innocent that needed help that only your skillful hands could deliver. If only you knew what he really was. 

He wanted to protect you from himself in a way. If you knew everything he’d done, everything that made his brother run from him, you'd never look at him like you do. He’s caught your passing glances a few times, those beautiful eyes peering around the corner— studying him like a bug. But if you knew him, really knew him… You’d probably never want to see him again. Just like Tommy. 

Maybe he’s really just protecting himself in the end. That’s what he’s good at. 

It felt good to be desired. Not for his skills or connections, but just as a man. That faint swell of masculine pride and desire pumps in his chest, he’d almost forgotten what it felt like. You did that to him.

You wanted him. 

He wanted you back. Badly. 

You both spend your entire days together, yet when he goes to bed at night you’re still all he can see when he closes his eyes. He’s not sure when it happened. Daydreams of you he’s ashamed of. Would you be like how he imagines? What would you taste like? How would his name sound lustfully drooled out of your mouth? 

He’s found relief by his own hand one too many times just thinking about it, but he somehow just knows his imagination will never compare. 

And he’ll never find out.

He can’t. He can’t stay here. Someone like him was a cancer in your home. He knew that. He knew it.

And even so, the prospect of leaving you here alone was getting harder and harder to imagine. 

A sharp ruff from behind pulls him from his thoughts. He turns to see Gus standing, all four paws planted and squared for a fight. Joel worries for a moment he’ll have to fight this damn dog off but he doesn’t make a move. If Gus wanted a fight he would have pounced on him when his back was turned. No, the dog wanted his attention. 

Gus sits, huffing an annoyed grunt as he does so. Somehow the message in the animal's movements rings clear. 

Our girl’s upset because of you. Get back there. Get back there and fix this.

Joel groans, sliding down to the ground against the tree he just assaulted. “I really fucked up, didn’t I?” he asks the dog, sighing into his hands. The dog huffs again and cocks his head. ‘Intuitive little thing,’ Joel thinks.

Part of him just wants to stay here. Sleep out in the freezing cold and come back in the morning and pretend nothing ever happened. An unlikely scenario since he knows for a fact you’d come hunt him down eventually and scold him for staying out in the cold so long. It begs the question though, could you both just ignore this? Forget about it and move on. Probably, but he doesn’t want to.

You deserve an apology. You deserved something from him, even if he couldn’t tell you why. He can’t tell you about Sarah. Fuck, he can’t tell anyone about Sarah. He doesn’t owe you an explanation but maybe he could fix the night. Give something back, just say thank you, anything. 

Just as long as you wouldn’t completely hate him, he’d be happy.

Lilly comes wandering up and takes a defensive seat next to Gus and it’s the final kick in the ass he needs.

With your little family sitting in front of him, waiting for him to get off his ass and make things right, he slowly raises back to his feet. 

He sighs, leaning against the tree. He’s not as tired as he used to be a few weeks ago. He can bear some weight on his leg again. You did that. You put him back together again. You fixed him. He can fix one night. 

“Time to be a man, Miller.”

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The tears came so suddenly. It’s embarrassing, which only makes you cry harder. You sit there in the kitchen corner weeping into your hands like a teen girl on prom night that got stood up. Yeah, embarrassing.

You must look particularly pathetic because even Gus didn’t stick around to comfort you.

Why did this bother you so much? You’d been called every name in the book working as an apocalypse medic. You’d seen death countless times, you’d told families they’d never see their loved one again, you’d been through absolute hell at the hands of others, so why did a few harsh words from Joel stab so deep?

Because it was him. Because you wanted something from him. It wasn’t quite rejections… but it was close.

Part of you wanted to scream at him too, find out what his fucking problem is. You offer him home comforts and he does this? Childish. The other part of you thinks he’s right. He told you to forget it and you went ahead anyway, thinking it would all be fine.

 He was right. You didn’t know anything about him. Almost nothing. He wouldn’t let you in. 

But why should he? Why should anyone? He didn’t owe you his life story or undying loyalty because you did what any rational good person should do. Yes, you saved his life, but something like that isn’t weighed in favors and secrets. It doesn’t require repayment.

Joel didn’t owe you anything.

So why did you really try to throw this little party? For you. For selfish, arrogant reasons. You were looking for something to make you feel human again and this was the best option. Everything in your life had to be justified. There can’t be enjoyment just for enjoyment's sake. Everything had to be done for a reason— and tonight he was that reason. Joel Miller was making you feel human again.

When the second realization about his birthday hits you, the pit in your stomach drops even deeper. 

You knew the date seemed so familiar, probably because you wanted to forget it. Everyone did. September 26th, the day the world ended. Joel’s birthday was on fucking outbreak day. Of course he’d want to forget whatever horrors he’d seen that day. Every year a constant reminder. What a horrible coincidence to carry with you. Terrible luck of the draw. 

Still, in the absolute mess you find yourself in, you’re still angry. You’re angry at him. Frustrated he’d talk to you that way. React so callously and scold you like a child for trying to do something kind. Suddenly, it feels like you’re back at square one with him. You want to scream at him, you want apologize profusely— you just want to cry.

You’re not sure how long you sit on the kitchen floor but eventually the tears stop— and then the door opens.

You pop up from the floor, wiping your cheeks one last time with your sleeve as if that would even hide your red puffy eyes.

He stands there in the open doorway, remorse painted on his pitiful face. Good.

“Darlin’... have you been—”

“I’m fine,” You spit, wiping your face in the most threatening way you can manage, “Here to yell at me more?”

“I’m not—” He cuts himself off, turning to close the door. Gus and Lilly scurry in before he does so. They immediately come to sit at your feet. Did they… go get him for you? Well, at least you know whose side they’re on now. Joel scratches at his neck, seemingly unable to make eye contact, “I don’t suppose I’m sorry is enough here.”

“It’s a start,” You cross your arms and lean back against the counter, letting out a heavy sigh of your own. You were angry, yes, but he’s allowed to be angry too. He made a boundary and you deliberately stepped over it thinking everything would be fine. He’s not the only one at fault, “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry too.”

His head instantly snaps in your direction, “You have nothing to be sorry for. I just—you— I didn’t expect— I’m sorry. There are things that I just don’t—”

He stammers and trips over his words but the message is clear. He’s trying. He’s really trying and that counts for something, however small. 

“You wanna… talk about it?” You extend an olive branch.

“No.” he bites out just a little too quickly. You see him immediately kick himself for how harshly it came out. There was more here than met the eye— you decide to drop it. If he doesn’t want to say, then it’s not your damn business. 

Again, You were both at fault here. You for sticking your nose where it didn’t need to be and him for just being an ass about it. You were both being children here. 

Time to grow up.

You start, “I’ll turn this all off. You don’t have to—”

“No,” He cuts you off abruptly, “It’d be a waste to— You went through the trouble I mean.”

You smile, “Would you still like to have a birthday party, Mr. Miller?”

“I–” he pressed his lips together, suppressing some more outrage, “Can we— let’s call it something else. Please.”

“Okay,” you nod quietly. Not a birthday party. That’s just fine. It’s still his party. You take down two glasses and pour some chokecherry wine. You push his glass closer. He’s hesitant at first but eventually comes to the counter. He takes his glass and you raise yours to his. “To an ongoing recovery.”

He huffs a small smile and tinks his glass to yours, “To not dyin’, I suppose.”

You can’t help but cringe when the simultaneously bitter and overly sweet liquid hits your tongue. You notice he does the same. You’d hoped a year of sitting dormant in the cellar would help the flavor calm down— apparently not.

“Wow, that’s... something,” He wheezes, swirling the remaining liquid in his glass.

“Yeah, it is. But like I said—” You exhale before downing the rest of your glass, “It gets the job done and I haven’t gone blind yet.”

You hold your resolve for a few seconds, feeling rather proud of yourself, before breaking into a coughing fit from the burning in your throat. 

“Jesus Christ, girl,” Joel pats your back in an attempt to comfort you, despite the smile plastered on his face. Well, at least he’s smiling, even if you look like an absolute moron right now. 

“Smoothest in the county,” You wheeze, wiping a stray tear from your eye. You feel the heat in your cheeks rising and you can’t help but laugh at yourself a little. He tries to hide it but he does the same.

“You really are something, Darlin’,” He grins, taking another, much smaller, sip from his glass.

 And just like that, the air between you two was breathable again.

“So,” Joel leans against the counter, arms crossed, “What do you usually do on nights like this?”

“Well, this is your party,” you lean next to him, “What would you like?”

He opens his mouth for a millisecond before closing it again. He turns away from you, eyes darting to the ground. What was he thinking about? What was he going to say?

“You said you have music?” He asks. You absolutely know that’s not what he was originally going to ask, but you still gesture to the far corner of the living room where the dusty stereo and cassette collection lay.

He strolls over, taking a cursory glance at the packed shelf. Art may have liked the isolation but he kept a good collection of music to keep him sane. One of the few things you think he loved just for the sake of it. So many things here had to have a purpose, a reason for existing in this well-maintained space. Something to aid in basic survival. Music probably did, in a way, have a purpose here. All anyone had to gain from it was joy. A memory. A feeling. Just another thing to make you feel human again.

Joel makes his selection and places it in the tape player with a defined click. You expect to hear Johnny Cash or something like what he’s been teaching himself to play for the last few weeks. Instead— he’s picked Elton John. Art had a ‘best of’ collection of his work. Admittedly one of your favorites in the tape collection.

The familiar slow, melodic piano rumbles through the ancient speakers. You recognize the song instantly. An unexpected choice but not unwelcome either. 

Don’t Let the Sun Go Down On Me

Joel stands with a small grunt and turns to face you, hand outstretched.

“Dance with me.”

Your brows immediately shoot up, “Dance with you?”

“This is my party, isn’t it?” he drawls, “You said we can do what I want. I want a dance.”

You say nothing, dragging your fingers across the counter before making your way towards him. Every hair on your body stands on end as you approach. He stands there waiting in the center of the living room, bathed in mismatched Christmas lights. 

You suppress a gasp when you take his hand and he pulls you into him, flush against his chest. Hesitantly your hand goes up to his shoulder while he lowers his to the small of your back. You swear the sensation of his massive hands on you sends sparks shooting down your legs. He starts to sway you both gently in rhythm.

“I don’t really know how to dance,” You admit.

“Me neither,” he responds, “Learned a little in high school, though.”

“How long ago was that?”

“Oh, back when stagecoaches were still new.” He scoffs, pulling you away for a slow and somewhat clumsy twirl, “To be fair it was just square dancin’.”

“Oh, well, this is prime square dancing music.” You attempt to joke, hiding your reddening face against his chest. He huffs a small laugh and rests his chin on your head. It’s more intimate but at least you don’t have to look him in the eye now. You just barely hear his heartbeat above it all. Strong and steady, a little faster than you expected. You try to lose yourself in music, hoping it will ease your new anxieties that boil over from just being this close to him.

I can't find, oh, the right romantic line

But see me once and see the way I feel

Don't discard me just because you think I mean you harm

But these cuts I have, oh, they need love to help them heal

Don't let the sun go down on me 

Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see

I'd just allow a fragment of your life– to wander free

The chorus is grand and beautiful, nothing that should be associated with Joel and your awkward side-to-side swaying. And yet… it seemed so right. The two of you were so small, and somehow the only thing that mattered in the world.

In your time living at the end of the world, you’ve found it’s not the acts of heroism and grand gestures that kept you going. It was the small things. A hello. A hug. Drinking the worst wine in the world and having an awkward dance with a practical stranger. A kiss. The small things.

And even though this was his night, you still got what you wanted— you felt human again.

“Happy… recovery, Joel.”

“Thank you, darlin’.”

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It was perfect. He didn’t want to admit it, but it was. He can’t recall the last time he’d listened to music for reasons beyond getting code from Frank. He can’t even recall the last movie he’d watched. No… No, that’s not true. It was ten years ago on his couch. Has it really been ten years? He does his best to push the memories aside and just enjoy the moment.

Yet here he was in almost the same exact place he was all those years ago when his life changed forever. The irony is not lost on him. And in a way he doesn’t quite understand, it felt… healing. Like he was facing something. Or maybe he’d finally laid some feelings to rest.

You lay there asleep, head resting on his shoulder while some western he’d never heard of played on the ancient little box TV in the background. You’d made a cake. You’d made popcorn, the whole nine yards. It was so domestic. A treat, you called these nights. 

You were right, he supposes. A chance to just pretend everything was okay. To live like normal people used to. A night to not worry about all the challenges tomorrow brought and fall asleep watching some boring movie you’d never heard of. The new American dream. 

A treat.

Even if it was all a fantasy, he’s happy you shared it with him. Just another thing he can never repay you for. 

What could he ever give you that could ever compare to what you’d given him? Himself— he could give you himself, maybe. In a way, his life was already yours. You’d saved it, after all. But if he gave it to you, would you want it? If he took off his mask and showed you the monster that was underneath would you run?

Yes, of course you would. 

Despite everything that happened here, good things didn’t happen to Joel Miller. He was a walking curse, plague and death following in his wake. If he stayed here, he’d drag you down to hell with him. It’s what always happens. 

He can’t let this continue. He can’t let his selfish desires win and take over. 

He had tonight with you, and that’d have to be enough.

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Bang Chan

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↣ Summary: You find yourself struggling with coming up with the perfect song for a group. Your energy was being sucked away after losing all hope for creating the perfect piece. However, when you spent time with your old friend Bang Chan, it seems your inspiration was just misplaced. 

↣ Characters/Pairing: Bang Chan x gn!Reader 

↣ Genre: Fluff

↣ AU/Trope info: idol!au, producer!reader, you were a trainee alongside Bang Chan

↣ Word Count: 1.3K

↣ Warnings: none

↣ A/N: The first of many imagines to come! I love idol!aus honestly. There is a lot here in the entire event. I hope you guys love this just as much I do. I had such a good time writing it even if I was struggling to write some of them lol.

THE MAGICIAN

Manifestation, Resourcefulness, Power, Inspired Action

The Magician is the master of Manifestation! All the tools you need are available in order to reach your dreams. Your mental, emotional, physical and spiritual states are all aligned and ready to be used as a powerful key to opening the doors to all that you are waiting for. 

Right now is the best time to move forward with ideas you might have come up with. However, be sure you take into account all that goes into having this idea come to fruition. You have to have a clear head over your plan and go along with it accordingly. Make sure you are motivated towards your goal on a deeper level. Think soul and spiritual connection!

While the time is now to move along with your plans, be sure you do not stray from it. This will need your time and effort to push forward. You can’t just think “I want this” and it’s the end. If you want something, you have to continuously strive for it. 

I THE MAGICIAN

Your shoulders tensed up as you listened to the beat on replay for the nth time. You lost count over how many times you’ve listened to the same track in the hour alone. You began to get frustrated with the tune, taking off your headphones and tossing them onto your soundboard. Rubbing at your forehead to calm down the forming headache, you pushed yourself away from the desk before ultimately leaving the studio all together. 

The JYP building was quiet as everyone had turned in for the day–a few artists still cooped up in their personal studios or working on certain things were milling about the hallways. You mindlessly walked around, trying to find something to keep you occupied for the moment. Enough to give you a break from the screeching sound that was your music. 

There had been music coming from one of the dance studios, catching your attention. With the song that was playing, you figured it must have been one of the boys from Stray Kids. Softly opening the door so as to not startle the member, you allowed a sleepy smile to overtake your face as you saw Bang Chan watching himself in the mirror as he danced. 

He didn’t see you right away, so you moved to the couch, making yourself comfortable as you watched him. Once the song finished, he spun around on his heels to face you, giving you a grin. When you were only able to respond back with a small smile, his expression quickly changed to worry. 

“Everything okay?” He asked you, turning off the stereo before moving to take a seat next to you. 

“Yeah.” You pulled your legs up, hugging your arms around them. “You know how things go.” You sighed, watching him lean his head back against the couch. 

“Do you wanna take a break?” He asked you, head tilting to give you his full attention. 

You sighed deeply, thinking about the track you have to get back to. You had wanted a small moment to yourself in order to get rid of the large headache you had. “I have to finish-”

“It's just for some food.” He quickly told you. “We don't even have to leave. We'll order in and eat here.” He explained

You looked around the dance studio, sighing as you thought about spending a bit of time with Bang Chan. It had been a while since you last got to hang out with him. He had gotten busy with the boys and things went spectacular for him. While you sometimes did work together on Stray Kids tracks, it wasn’t the same as just hanging out with friends. 

“You sure?” You asked. “You're not busy?”

“Not at all. I was just going over something.” Bang Chan smiled brightly, making your cheeks heat up. “How about it?” He asked again. 

His bright smile made you feel giddy. He was someone that made people happy with what he did and how he did it. He had the energy to make some smile even after a bad day. 

“Sure.” You nodded your head. 

An hour later, the song completely forgotten, the both of you had been enjoying some take-out and laughing about stories Bang Chan had about the boys. He had told you how messy each one was, not leaving himself out of the list as you forced him to place himself. 

“I would think Hyunjin was the cleanest.” You laughed, covering your mouth. 

“I mean compared to the others, sure.” Bang Chan giggled. “I can't make it a competition when we're all the same.”

In the last hour you couldn’t help but feel content with spending time with him. You had missed how much fun it was spending time with someone like him. You could remember all those times you spent creating new songs before he debuted. All those times you would watch him waste away trying to perfect a dance move. 

But you also watched him create his own team of members that have hit the top charts. He built Stray kids up from the ground. He found the right people and tried his hardest to get to where he wanted. He was so much more than the leader of Stray Kids. He was the person who you aspire to be. 

“You're a great leader, you know.” You told him. “An even greater artist.”

Bang Chan suddenly blushed, giggling as he looked away. “Ah, no. I don't think I'm that great.” He told you bashfully. 

“I was pretty shocked to learn I got a job here as a producer.” You explained to him. “It was unexpected. An amazing thing—but unexpected.”

“I admire you.” You snapped your head up when he admitted that. 

“You do? Why?” You furrowed your eyebrows, looking at him oddly. 

“You put passion into everything you do.” Bang Chan started, turning to face you fully as he put his legs up on the couch. “When you have something in mind, you won't hesitate to reach your goal. You make creating music look so easy sometimes.”

You knew there was a time when you were able to write songs left and right. You used to find joy in writing music. But as of recently, it seemed like you were having a burn-out. You couldn’t remember the last time you had spent more than an hour away from the studio–other than sleeping. 

“Yeah, well, I'm sure struggling a lot right now.” You sighed deeply. “Could really use that passion right now.”

“Everyone has their days when things become a huge struggle. Sometimes it's hard for people to even wake up, but they still do.” Bang Chan told you softly. “Writing music can be hard sometimes. Just like an artist might have trouble creating a painting or a writer struggling to create a story. I've seen you have those days.”

Your eyebrows raised at the revelation. “You have?” You asked, turning to him. 

“I always worry about you.” He smiled softly, blush returning to your face. “You were there when the others debuted and I was left. You helped me find my passion in writing good enough songs for the fans.”

Tears began to well in your eyes as you took in his words. Here you were, wanting to be like Bang Chan when he was thinking the same thing. You had started off as a trainee, but over time you learned you enjoy being in the studio much more than learning dances and taking vocal lessons. 

It meant more to you than just creating a song for idols. Every time any of them would sing a song you created, you would cry tears of joy over all the hard work you put into your dreams. All the time and effort you would do was thanks to the people who supported you. 

And no one was a bigger supporter than Bang Chan. The man you had grown up with. The one who you wrote love songs about when you were a teenager. He was more than just your best friend. He was your inspiration.  

“You're an amazing idol, Chan.” You smiled brightly at him. “Better than most. And a lot of people look up to you for what you've done to help them.” 

“You have been there with me since the beginning, and I owe you a lot. You mean so much to me. And you inspire me to be the person I want to be.” You quickly got up, cleaning your space before throwing away your trash. 

“Where are you going?” He asked you as you seemed to head towards the door.

“I have a song to write.” You grinned. “I found my passion again.”

“That's great.” Bang Chan giggled. “I can't wait to hear it.”

Before you opened the door, you rushed back over to the couch, leaning over Bang Chan. “Thank you for being you, Bang Chan.” You told him quickly, leaning down to kiss his cheek. 

The boy began to flush red, a large smile overtaking his lips. “No problem.”

Tags : @cultofdionysusnet , @sandsofire , @k-vanity

[joekeerysguitar]

room to spare

overview: robin, nancy, and vickie plan this awesome “girls trip” to a lake house. everything seems to be going perfect until a special guest arrives, which turns everything downhill.. or as it seems downhill..

steve harrington x reader, fem reader, use of y/n, fluff with slight angst, friends to lovers, mutual feelings

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“This is going to be so fun!” You laughingly yell over the blasting Two Of Hearts by Stacey Q.

Nancy, Robin, Vickie, and you are going on a girls trip to Monroe Lake and you couldn’t be more excited. Nancy’s car is jam packed with bags and people. Nancy’s driving while you are in the passenger seat. Vickie and Robin are in the back. All four of you are laughing and giggling over silly things and dancing to music. All the windows are down as you take in the fresh breeze of the very sunny summer day.

“Play my mixtape now.” Robin pleads as you grab the pile on the ground and search for the one that says “Robins Rockin Mixtape” in her scribbled handwriting. You place it in the car stereo player and Walking On Sunshine by Katrina and the Waves begins to fill the car. Everyone sings along.

“Just the girls and I” is all you thought staring out the window as you pass the never-ending green trees and wildflowers.

But that was not the case at all.

•••

About an hour goes by and the group finally arrives at the lake house. The house is medium sized with two stories. It is made entirely out of wood logs. The front entrance has a porch with rocking chairs and adorned with a Home Sweet Lake House sign.

Once the car parks, everyone piles out of the car and stretches their legs from the long car ride. You can hear birds chirping, waves crashing quietly on the shore, and leaves rustling from the slight breeze coming off of the water.

“Okay everyone take your bags and unload the car.” Nancy barks as she walks to the trunk to unload the bags.

You walk to the trunk to grab your small black suitcase. It was a four day vacation so you didn’t need much. After all, you would be in a swim-suit the majority of the day.

“Who has the key?” Vickie asks turning around to face the group as she walks backwards.

“I got it.” Nancy says walking past Vickie to open the front door.

Nancy enters first as the rest of you follow. The inside looks identical to the front. The decorations inside are all camping and lake related. There is a small kitchen, living room, and a small set of stairs to go up to the bedrooms. In the kitchen there is a sliding glass door to reveal the lake front backyard and deck.

“How cute!” Nancy chimes looking around the house.

“Leave your bags here for now.” Robin says winking at Nancy. You look at them both confused.

“Let’s go explore.” Vickie says grabbing Robins hand and leading her to the back porch.

“Why did Robin wink at you?” You ask Nancy with a puzzled look once Robin and Vickie were out of ears reach.

“She’s weird, don’t worry about it.” Nancy replies unconvincingly before grabbing your hand and bringing you with her.

You two follow the girls out to the back porch.

“It’s so beautiful.” You exclaim looking out at the flat water extending for what it seems like miles.

“They even have a fire pit” Nancy says surprisingly. She’s a sucker for a s’more or two.

“Us four are going to have so much fun!” You exclaim looking at them. They all look at each-other and back at you.

Why do they keep looking at me like that?

Deciding to ignore it, you follow the three girls as they walk out to the water.

“The water is cold” Robin says reaching her hand to touch the surface before scrunching her face as a reaction.

“It’s a lake sweetheart” Vickie replies helping Robin up. “Not a hottub.”

“Shut up.” Robin retorts back pushing Vickie’s shoulder. We all laugh.

We all go back inside to unpack the food that we are going to eat.

“This sure is a lot of food for four people.” You say concerned pulling out five packs of hotdogs.

“I sure do get hungry.” Robin replies rubbing her stomach. You roll her eyes and laugh at her antics.

By the time we finish unpacking everything we prepare dinner. Tonight, Nancy decides to make hotdogs and hamburgers with a side of salad and fresh fruit. Nancy grills, Vickie and Robin get the salad together, while you cut and slice the fresh fruit.

Us four sit down at the dining room table. “Yum” you exclaim grabbing a portion of salad from Vickie.

The four of you eat, chat, and giggle until you hear a knock on the door. “I’ll get it.” You say swallowing a piece of strawberry and placing your fork down. The three girls look at eachother and slightly smile before looking at you. You shoot them a confused look.

What are they so secretive about?

Walking over to the door, you unlock it and turn the handle. On the other side is Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, and Eddie Munson.

“Steve” Your breath hitches as you try not to regurgitate the food you just swallowed. “What are you doing here?”

He looks at me confused and he stammers “Uh-uh.. for a guys trip.”

“Well Im on a girls trip.” You reply while your face blushes slightly.

Nancy appears behind you, “Come on in boys.” She grabs your shoulders and leads you to the side while the three of them enter the house. You turn around and angirly glare at Nancy.

“Did you set me up?” You whisper trying to not let the guys hear.

She smiles and elongates her “Sorrryyy.”

You run your hands through your hair flustered. “That’s why you guys were all smiley earlier and wouldn’t tell me anything.”

She smiles before going “You caught us.” and putting her hands up in the air like a criminal.

You slightly smile back as she pushes you into the kitchen. The kitchen was pretty full now. You give your greetings to Jonathan and Eddie. The three boys grabbing a plate to eat as they all pull up chairs to the table. You sit back down at your spot and continue to eat. A few moments later, Steve asks “Can I sit here?” The spot was right next to you. “Yeah.” you reply moving your self and your food over slightly to create room. You watch him place down his plate and sit down. He looks up at you after getting situated and smiles, you cannot help but smile back.

Steve goes “ahem” and diverts your attention towards him. “You were told this was going to be a girls trip weren’t you?” He asks looking at you in the eyes with a gentle look.

“Yeah I assume the same for you.” You reply taking another bite of the burger. He nods and slightly giggles.

“What are you laughing at?” You ask once you swallowed your food. Looking confused at his cheerful face and laugh. You love his laugh, it makes your heart beat 100 times faster.

He raises his hand and cleans the corner of your mouth with the pad of his thumb. Butterflies flutter through you at his touch. You smile and blush uncontrollably. “You had a bit of ketchup.” He chuckles, cleaning his thumb with a napkin. You spot Robin whisper to Vickie and point towards you. You shoot them the death glare across the table.

After eating and cleaning up everyone is gathered in a circle outside next to a campfire. Everyone is exchanging supplies for s’mores and having a great time.

It was soon 10:00 and everyone was gathered in the entry way with the pile of bags and suitcases.

Nancy stands in the front of the group with her hands on her hips. “Okay guys, so there are three bedrooms.” Your stomach drops at that as you look over at everyone. Steve looks back at you. Everyone seems unbothered but you and Steve. You give Steve a confused look. “So Jonathan and I will take one room, Robin and Vickie will take another, Eddie will take the couch, and Steve and Y/N will take the last one.” Nervousness floods your body as you look over to Steve. He has a slight panicked look on his face as he starts to blush.

Everyone besides Eddie goes upstairs to the bedrooms. “This can’t be that bad.” You exclaim to Steve as he agrees with you. You open the door to a small room with a window and a twin size bed. It was that bad.

You freeze in place and go “Holy shit.” Looking around the room and back at Steve. He looks at you concerned with a slight blush and a slacked jaw.

“It’s okay we can make it work.” He says placing his bag down. “There could be room to spare.” He runs his hands through his hair in an effort to figure something out.

You nod your head at him as you place your bag down. “I’ll go change into my pajamas.” You say as you leave the room with a bundle of clothes and go across the hall to the bathroom.

Steve looks through his bag for his pajamas. Then he remembers… “Shit” he says only seeing night shirts and boxers. He planned on having a room to himself or sharing with one of the guys. He runs his hands over his face in frustration and embarrassment and selects a maroon t-shirt.

After a few minutes you return back with your pajamas on. Steve hears the you enter the room and looks over opening his mouth to say something about his pajamas but stops to look at you. He is unable to take his eyes off you. His face relaxes to a gentle yet utterly in love glare as his jaw continues to stay slack. You’re wearing a pair of pink soft shorts and a white small tank top revealing way too much than anticipated.

His stomach does somersaults and his heart skips a beat. If Steve wasn’t in love yet (which he deeply was), he is now.

“Stop gawking and go change. I planned on staying with the girls.” You retort and embarrassingly cover yourself up with your clothes. Steve shakes himself before quickly dashes out of the room.

A few minutes later, Steve comes back with his maroon shirt and black boxers. You just stare at him as he enters the room. Doing the exact same thing he did. “Y/N, I planned on staying with the guys and I didn’t pack shorts.” He says looking down gesturing to his underwear. Your mouth continues to stay open as your mind races with a million thoughts. You just stay quiet and frozen like a statue.

“Y/N, I could see if there is a blanket down stairs. I’ll sleep on the floor.” Steve says knowing these conditions might not be the best.

“Steve, it’s fine. I won’t mind.” You reply with a slight unconvincing smile.

“Are you 100% sure?” He asks once more reading your facial expressions with a sincere look on his face.

“I don’t have cooties or lice or anything. Relax Steve, please.” You plead as he smiles and nods his head believing you.

You walk over to the small bed and unmake it so you two can both fit. There is only one pillow so you two have to share.

“Do you have a preferable side?” You ask Steve. He looks at you and shakes his head no.

You climb into bed as Steve turns the lamp off in the room. The room goes as dark as night. You cannot see anything.

“Shit” Steve goes trying to navigate the bed as he accidentally bangs his toe on the bed post.

“You okay?” You ask trying to find him in the darkness.

“Never better.” he replies trying to find the bed.

After a few seconds you feel the bed dip slightly once Steve’s hand meets the mattress. Following the mattress he finally finds the opening in the sheets and climbs in. You scooch over to the very edge to create more room. The bed sinks as he lies down practically brushing up against your side. Either one of you were destined to fall out at any moment. Your eyes finally adjust to the dark as you make out sillouttes of the lamp and dresser. You turn your head to look at Steve as he looks at you.

“Hi!” You giggle slightly looking into his eyes. You two are practically nose to nose.

“Hi Y/N!” he says back with a little laugh.

There is then some awkward silence and you’re pretty sure he has his foot down to make sure he doesn’t fall. You shift to turn on your side to create more room. Your arms are squished against your side and you move to the farthest side of the bed. “Move in Steve. There’s room to spare.” You grab his waist to pull him in more. His stomach explodes with butterflies at your touch feeling your warm hands against himself.

“Okay.” He whispers turning his body on his side to face you.

You two are practically pressed against eachother sharing the same air. You just look at him and his pretty face. You blush a lot, thankfully he can’t see it. He stares into your eyes with his heart beating a 100 miles a minute. He’s pressed up against your chest. He’s praying he doesn’t pop a boner.

You two cannot believe what is happening right now. In this extremely small bed, sleeping with eachother, in outfits not even imaginable to wear as friends.

Your feet accidently brush up against his ankles.

“Sorry.” You whisper apologetically.

“It’s fine.” Steve replies whispering.

Whispering like this is really making you both go crazy… like crazy.

You yawn quietly and smile at Steve who is just staring at you with adoration. He’s watching your every facial move. Your dimples when you smile, your long lashes fluttering with every blink, your breathe that smells of toothpaste, and your pretty eyes which he could get lost in.

“Goodnight Steve.” You whispering starting to close your eyes and sink into the pillow.

“Y/N?” Steve whispers.

You flutter your eyes open again and reply “Mm?”

Steve cups your face and closes the gap between your lips. This kiss is gentle and a little apprehensive. He wants to make sure you won’t pull away.

You gasp into his mouth as your eyes flutter shut and you pull on his shirt to pull him closer. You are now both against each other but neither of you mind.

The kiss starts sweetly and gently until Steve took it as you enjoyed in since you gripped onto his shirt pulling him closer. His one hand finds your waist as the other deepens the kiss by slightly pressing his two fingers on your jaw to open your mouth slightly. Your hands find his hair and run your fingers through it.

Pure bliss…

You two come apart for a few seconds so Steve could wrap other hand around your waist and roll you over on your back and he positions himself to hover over you. He then kisses you again this time, hungrier than ever. Your head is dizzy and you cannot make up a single sentence or thought. It’s just Steve, Steve, Steve.

Steve let’s you catch your breath as he moves towards your neck peppering it with kisses and suckling there. Gasping at the sensation, all you can mutter is “Steve, I love you.”

Muffled in your neck he replies “I love you more.” Your heart feels like it’s about to jump out of your chest and land on the floor.

Steve then leans up to look at your face. You’re smiling so wide, drowsy and lips swollen. “You’re so beautiful y/n.” He says sweeter than honey just smiling so wide. You look so fucking beautiful lying there with blush cheeks, red puffy lips, and a huge smile. He brushes hair behind your ear as you ruffle his.

You smile even more “Not as pretty as you Steve.” you lean up to kiss his lips chastely. He smiles into the kiss until deep diving for more. You run one of your hands up and down his back and shoulder blades as the other is entangled with Steve’s. You two continue to make-out completely and utterly in love.

•••

It soon is morning as Steve and you walk down the stairs sleepily.

“Morning sleepy heads.” Nancy says handing both of you a cup a coffee and smirking slightly.

“How did you guys sleep?” Eddie asks with a smirk.

You both look at each-other and smile and blush on synch.

“Great!” You both replied.

Everyone besides you two glared at each-other with a smile and mentally high-fived. The plan was successful.

Steve and you looked at each-other so adoringly for the rest of the day.

Steve constantly caught himself swearing underneath his breath to try to keep his hands off you while you tried to resist every ounce to kiss him once more.

And that night….

There was definitely no room to spare

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

Bachelorette Rolls

When you don't have an original thought in your brain, what else is there to do but steal? 😉 Thus on the days that each household remains onsite, I am grabbing the idea of @akitasimblr's and doing a daily roll of the (virtual) dice in order to determine everyone's fate.

[2] Today is New Skill Day - for one of your Sims, at least. One lucky Sim will receive the ‘make happy’ cheat, and be given a skill building item of the Watcher’s choice that goes in their inventory. A new skill building item will also be added to the lot. [3] Let’s celebrate Rebate Day! One new skill building item and one new livestock animal of the Watcher’s choice will be added to the lot. [4] Love wins - well, Love Day at least. The Sim with the highest level of friendship (with little to no romance) will go on a short date with the bachelorette. To make up for the time spent offsite, the remaining contestants will also gain one point towards their current highest skill. (If a tiebreaker is needed, the second sim will go on a date once the round is over.) Finally, the main dwelling will receive the ‘romantic aura’ trait for the next 24 hours. [5] Today is New Year’s Eve - in our hearts if not on the actual calendar. A bar, a stereo and a keg will be added to the lot, and after chore time, everyone will receive the ‘make happy’ cheat (all the better to see it through until midnight, my dears…). The lot will also be given the ‘party place’ trait. [6] Yes, this one is from an earlier edition of the Sims, but it’s too good to pass up. Today is Goosebumps Day! There will be candy, costumes, music and dancing. There will be an evil rooster or hen joining our ranks. There will also be the haunted lot trait. Oh, and with the ‘vampire nexus’ trait added, Vlad also might pay us a visit. Watch out for things that go bump in the night… [7] Arr! It’s Talk Like A Pirate day - and what do pirates do? Steal. Yep, one comfort item and one animal will go missing, ne’er to return (for the rest of the round at least). On the plus side, the lot will be given the ‘cat hangout’ trait for the day, as our feline friends are an essential to have on the high seas. [8] Geek Con is on! And no, while we’re all still stuck on site, several themed skill building items (a chess set etc) will be added to the lot. Each housemate will also temporarily be cheated the ‘focused’ moodlet. [9] Oh no - it’s Neighbourhood Brawl, and time to watch out for those flying handbags. The lot will be given the ‘mean vibe’ trait for the next 24 hours, and another lot challenge that the Watcher will roll for. [10] Night On The Town means that for ten in-game hours, the entire household travels offsite to a venue with both a bar, food spreads cheated by the Watcher (or a pizza delivery), and several freely accessible skill building items present. The ‘convivial’ trait will be active on the lot. [11] Winterfest can truly happen at any time of the year, and it is happening today. Each contestant will have the opportunity to give the bachelorette a gift of their choice, and receive one in return. Points may be rewarded or retracted depending on how well-received their gift is. No pressure though… [12] Once again harkening back to the Sims 3, today we are celebrating Leisure Day. Instead of being forced into midday servitude, the contestants will have a break from chores and instead receive one point towards their current highest skill. We will also receive a golden hen or rooster to help us out with the gardening, and the ‘clothing optional’ trait.

[ankmankpank]

A summer with 4town what looks like the song This Is The Life by Amy Macdonald

Dancing with Aaron T. to the song I Think We’re Alone Now by Tiffany, alone in the dim lighted, small living room of the house the boys bought in the woods. You two have to be quiet too, everyone else is asleep by now, but how could you resist laughing at him, at you two when he’s just so.. Aaron T.?!

Going to a summer night walk with Tae Young around the city, but you two end up going party to party, Kesha blasting from the speakers in the last one you two attend. Because you two were too drunk to search for another party, but the song Die Young and swinging your head around hand in hand with him, labeled as dancing to the song will be forever in you two’s summer memories.

Going to a sunset walk with Jesse and Tae, a big stereo bought along, sometimes Jesse carrying it then sometimes Tae. Setting it down somewhere in the grass, then messily dancing to the song Stereo Love by Edward Maya. As if those two didn’t even spend years dancing. It’s surprising, sweet even that you didn’t even think Jesse could be like this based on the first impression, where he was just so mean. But this means he loves you.

Only you and Robaire in the house the boys bought for any reason now, a fancy pool on the even fancier terrace. Robaire is just sitting on one of the white sunchairs between the pool and the minibar, sunglasses on the top of his head since the sun is about to set. He’s just watching you. He loves to watch you, no matter the situation. You’re swimming around the pool, jumping in and out of it, songs like Lush Life by Zara Larsson playing. Robs gotta admit, he kind of loves white girls songs himself too. As long as you like it too. As long as you’re happy, he is. And if you’d tell this moment and situation to the fuckboy that Robaire was months ago, before he met you, there would be a lot of laughs.

Singing Memories by David Guetta and Kid Cudi, no, more like shouting it in the middle of their ridiculously huge living room of T.’s penthouse with Tae, T. and Robaire. Z. is sitting on the couch, watching the four of you. He would join, even, but the sun is already down and this day with you pretty much tired him down. Jesse is on the phone on the balcony, leaning against the railings, legs crossed and more watching you and the boys thru the glass door and the glass walls than paying attention to the call. You ended up sharing T.’s big ass bed with the three boys.

Big party the boys threw, and a loose and sloppy Jesse is what you got on your neck. Not literally, too much people. Wink wink nudge nudge. He wants to sing, shit he always does, but he’s pouty about it now. You giggled thru the night with him, but the top of it was when he dragged you up on top of a table to karaoke SOS by ABBA with you. Normally, you’d think it would be kinda awkward, but it wasn’t even close. It was the lightest and funniest moment you ever had with him, and that was the most free he felt in a while. The next day, hungover and hot from the summer’s heat, grumpy Jesse would never admit that.

You and the boys sat at the fire outside what Z. made, they always made him do the fire. Sat. Now the others are all in bed, it’s just you and Z. He’s poking the fire, and you’re in the position you started the night with, straight in front of him. No words exchanged, just comfortable silence. Then you get up and sit next to him, you’re sweet like that, always been. Bold. That’s what he really liked in you, but would never admit. Of course, he looked at you questioningly, as if asking what’s up and it didn’t take long to have a nice chat starting. And from that, it also didn’t take long to slowly kiss him, for the first time, though you both wanted to do it for a long time now. Is It a Crime by Sade quietly from the speaker that T. put outside, that’s what you two kissed to, finally kissed to. His heart never beat faster, but it was already rushing when you just sat next to him. Oh how much he likes you.

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 30: To The Hideout

You’re extremely excited to see Eddie & the boys play tonight. His van packed completely with band equipment he asked Robin to ride you over & he'd be the one taking you home beings you both live together now. He left 2 hours ahead of time for a small rehearsal at Gareth’s & to head to the hideout to set up for tonight’s show. You’ve spent the past hour getting ready not wanting to stick out like a sore thumb you go for a more darker approach tonight even your underwear match your outfit tonight something you pray Eddie appreciates. The new black lace bra & pantie set you got at the mall pulling out your cut off shorts with fishnet stockings with a Megadeath T shirt you turned into a crop top a nice black Smokey eye with smudged liner & the most purist of red lipsticks you would’ve swore the devil himself used his blood to color this lipstick 💄 decidedly grabbing your new boots combat boots with a heel & laced them up spraying a bit of perfume on yourself as you hear the doorbell ringing nonstop. That’s definitely Robin you whip open the door overly excited she looks pumped too she’s wearing black pants with suspenders & a the cure t shirt with a pair of converse “Holy shit jame you look… you look fuckin HOT!!” You burst into a fit of giggles “Thanks Robs you look amazing too!” You notice her cheeks go red you pull her inside “come on girlfriend let’s take a shot before we leave” she looks at you wide eyed “wow someone’s in a wonderfully refreshing mood I likey” you laugh pouring 2 shots of whipped cream flavored vodka “here this is from Philadelphia my grandfather has been making this stuff since my dad was a kid Jacquin’s it’s a liquor factory my grandfather and grandmother both work there they’re like the senior versions of Lavern & Shirley ahahaha” robin slams her shot down “wow that’s…. That’s good! He made that?! Does he make anything else?!” “Oh hell yeah robs every Christmas we all get a box sent to us with a variety of bottles this year I’ll let you take first pick out of it I’ve tried everything so now it’s you guys turn don’t tell Eddie I cracked this he saw it & has been bothering me about it but I was saving it for my best friend” you wink at her & she smiles “I would’ve never thought I’d have a female platonic best friend but I’m so glad you moved here & I’m so grateful for you and..” you cut her rambling “Robs… I love you too & I'm glad you’re my friend let’s take one more of these & hit the road & go have a fuckin blast!” She woots three times raising her hands up in the air she’s always been a good hype man for everyone in your group. Rides with Robin are always a blast blasting Lita Ford through the stereo system scream singing the lyrics singing into the water bottle you hold in your hands pretending it’s a microphone taking turns sharing the mic with Robin 🎼”I went to a part last Saturday night I didn’t get laid I got in a fight uh huhhhhh it ain’t no big thing… Late for work but the traffic was bad had to borrow ten bucks from my old man uh huhhh it ain’t no big thing….”🎼 both of you thrashing your heads as the song quickens 🎼”But i know what I like… I know I like dancing with you…. & you know what you like I know you like dancing with me ohh yeah!!… kiss me once… kiss me twice… come on pretty baby kiss me deadly!!!!!!”🎼 pulling into the parking lot you see Steve Jeff & Gareth smoking a cigarette you Robin kills the engine to your car & you both hop out as gareth runs to engulf you in a hug “you look awesome!” You lean back to check out his getup “no Emerson you look awesome check you out if Eddie didn’t already have my heart you’d be in trouble” you wink at him “oh before I forget a gift you beam digging in the glove compartment pulling out a joint twisting it in his face “all the way from the east coast it’s chronic it’s called Black widow” his eyes sparkle with excitement “go grab Ed’s & I’ll fire it up” he nods & scurries off to grab his best friend when Eddie comes practically tripping over himself at gareth dragging him outside catches sight of you & his breath hitches.

[enkisstories]

📩 Simblr question of the day: You can answer one or both parts of this question! 1️⃣ Part one: If you make Story posts, what do you do for scenes? Do you build them yourself, do you download lots from the gallery or do you download them from someone online? 2️⃣ Part two: If you make Gameplay/Legacy posts, what do you do for a house? Do you build it yourself, download a home from the gallery or do you download them from someone online? Additionally, do you build onto that home or demolish it and rebuild the house when needed? (E.G When another child enters the picture or someone moves in) ❎ If you do none of those for either half, what do you do? Do you use someone else's save file? (WIndbrook by Folking, Willow Creek + Magnolia Promenade by Theneighborhoodsave, Silent Pines by Silentpinessave... etc)

( freely share this SQOTD around, anon or not, and use the hashtag " SQOTD " ~ 💛 )

Thank you for the ask!

Story scenes

My main sims game is Sims 4, so for exterior scenes I almost always have a background that fits, no need to set up anything other than maybe add a christmas tree with TOOL to turn Spice Market in a Christmas Fair. I agree that it’s annoying that we can’t have a forest or desert without backdrop, but for a lazy builder like myself those fake sceneries are very convenient.

Case in point: I don’t know what I’d do without Port Promise!

For interior scenes I use stages, aka just the room the action happens in. Usually I decorate those myself, since they are simple enough.

Example: The underground jail in Kylo Ren's palace wasn't even on the same lot as said palace, just a rectangle that I teleported my sims into (but built as a basement iirc).

That’s the theory, anyway. In practice my “gameplay” saves are intertwined with story segments, so many of my story scenes occur in functional buildings. Like the rundown car factory where my sims lived for two weeks. The upstairs was fully liveable.

Gameplay

As a rule of thumb anything more complex than a campground or beginner farm/container home gets downloaded. There were some passion projects like my oil rig or the whaling ship, but there are rare. For regular houses I use premade houses or download shells with landscaping from the gallery. I then change the interior to my needs. Playing with free will off I have full control over who goes where at what moment and can therefore get away with 3x2 tile bathrooms. Same for stereos and decorative toys – there is no risk of parents dancing to the beat in the kids’ room or putting away carefully arranged action figures, so these can go anywhere in the house.

The Cahill bunker would have been a nightmare to play with free willed sims. In-story it had a a dormitory, and a door suggested that there was at least one more room behind the botany lab, but I never built those parts. The sims took turns using the two camping beds in the common room.

For everyone who wants to do this, you can directly reblog the question of the day from @simblr-question-of-the-day and add your answer :-)

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 86 - The Big Day, Part 3

It's time to cut the cake!

Ophelia is level ten cooking, so she's very confident with her knife abilities!

…A little TOO confident. Careful, Feefs!

Ophelia: SON OF A-

Xander: There are children here.

Ophelia: …booger.

Ophelia sucks on her injured finger sheepishly.

Ophelia: At least I'm pretty?

Xander: We're both killing it tonight, as per usual.

Let's try this again, just a bit more carefully. We don't want My Wedding Stories to turn into My Funeral Stories!

I really expected Xander to smash cake in Ophelia's face but he didn't! I'm so proud of my boy 😭

Marcie really said "y'all are taking too long, I'm digging in"

It's time for Moses' gift for the newlyweds: playing for them for their first dance.

Xander: Come here often?

Ophelia: The dance floor at our wedding? No, can't say I have.

Ophelia: You look so handsome tonight. I love your hair when it's slicked back.

Xander: You think this is slicked back? This is pushed back.

Ophelia: Okay, Tim Robinsim. I should know better than to give you a compliment.

Xander: All jokes aside, you look absolutely stunning. Is that dress alpha?

Ophelia: The Maxis Match dresses just didn't feel right. You gotta treat yourself sometimes.

The two quit their quipping and enjoy this moment, their first dance together as husband and wife. There will surely be many more to come.

Alright, they've had their romantic slow dance. Now it's time to party! Turn on that stereo!

It's hard to make time for everyone, but Ophelia is sure to greet and thank each of her guests for coming between hugs, compliments and synchronized dances. Being a bride is hard work, but she wants her loved ones to know how much their presence in her life means to her.

Ophelia's delighted everyone could be in attendance. Her friends, her family, old and new… Not that she'd ever call her gran old. She even convinced Hilary to bring Omari as a plus one. Not everyone has their former therapist at their wedding, but Ophelia's built different.

Speaking of Omari, she was right.

Looking at the group of people she loves more than anything, Ophelia knows she's ready to decide what her new trait will be.

Ophelia takes the Retraiting Serum that Omari had placed in her inventory and downs it in one gulp.

In a flash of light, her urge to steal from others dissipates and a huge weight is lifted off her shoulders. She's no longer a kleptomaniac.

After a lot of hard work and a lot of self-reflection, Ophelia is proud to say that she is now ambitious, a music lover, and loyal!

Marcie notices Ophelia staring into space like a weirdo and comes to check on her.

Marcie: You doing okay, girl?

Ophelia: Yeah, just having an epiphany. Typical bride stuff.

Marcie: …Right. Anyway, congratulations!

Marcie: The ceremony was beautiful. I'm so happy for you.

Ophelia: Thank you guys so much for coming. I hope the kids aren't bored.

Marcie: Joaquin's keeping Velma entertained but the boys are having fun on the dance floor! Violet seems happy playing in the sand off-screen too.

Marcie: And again, you look beautiful. You're absolutely glowing! Ophelia: …Glowing? Marcie: Is everything alright? Did I say something wrong? Ophelia: No, no. Long day, y'know? A lot has happened today but there's still one concern Ophelia's been ignoring...

This house has served Ophelia, and eventually Xander, well, but it's time to move on to something bigger.

Ophelia finishes prepping the garden for the move into the new greenhouse while Xander packs the last of their things.

Ophelia: It looks so empty in here.

Xander: I know.

Ophelia: This new place is going to be great. Marshmallow will have tons more room… and so will we, I guess.

Xander: We lucked out, it's a great house. I can see us growing old there, raising our family.

Ophelia: Yeah. Me too.

Xander: Let's finish getting everything loaded into the household inventory.

Ophelia: Okay, I just need to pee first.

Xander: Aww, your last pee in this house. Cherish it.

Ophelia: You're gross. But yeah, I will.

This might be Ophelia's last pee in this house, but she supposes there's still time left to earn a milestone here that Growing Together left out: First Pregnancy Test.

[yell0wsalt]

13, 21, and 29 for the personal asks! :))

13. How many siblings do you have? Are you oldest, middle, or youngest?

I answered that one here! I have one older sister who I now consider my best friend. I hope she thinks so, too. She better 😤 (joking! Sorta 🤣)

21. A song that evokes a good memory?

I think I’ll say Lay All Your Love on Me from A*Teens. I think it was one of the earliest CDs I had as a kid. I had this cute little Hello Kitty stereo and would play some of the CDs I had and sing along/dance to the music around the house. It was fun.

And funny I actually hadn’t heard of ABBA until later in life and didn’t realize as a kid A*Teens was a group that did pop renditions of some of ABBA’s songs

29. How different is your actual adult self from how you pictured it when you were little?

SOO different! I was, for lack of better words, a late bloomer growing up. I would have thought that when I got out on my own, I would have been able to be more liberated and have the ability to have more fun and explore a bunch of different things. Unfortunately theory and practice don’t always translate so well. Timing, responsibilities, yada yada.

So certain aspects are a lot harder where I thought I would’ve had my life together. I’m always having to learn there’s no clear cut definition of “having your life together” and it looks different on everyone. There are different phases and it’s an ever moving end goal when it comes to self development and growth.

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