#lucys aux cord !!

[carl1ghts]

It's literally me and SoundCloud against the world guys

[carl1ghts]

[pqvlove]

modern au lucy showing schroeder posts like this so he lets her have the aux cord

[izurelia]

MIDNIGHT RAIN

p a r t 1

wc: 937

warnings: fluff, a little bit of angst

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it was the first day of summer, school had ended about three hours ago, and all you had done was sit on the doc in your backyard. as you let the wind blow through your long blonde hair, you took in the true beauty of the outerbanks. but your thoughts were interrupted by a call.

you picked up your phone and read the caller id: rafe 🤍. you quickly clicked the green button on your phone.

"hey, what's up?"

"are you coming with us?"

"coming where, exactly?" you laughed as you swayed your feet on the edge of the doc.

"to the boneyard, obviously. dont tell me you forgot, we've been talking about this all day!" there's a faint hum in the back ground of music and a running car.

"also me and kelce are already here, we're gonna pick top up on the way back."

"seriously rafe! i'm not ready im on the doc right now." you say as you quickly stand up, walking back to your house.

"well hurry up princess, we don't have all night." and with that he hung up, causing you to let out a groan as you walked back to your house.

•••

after about 15 minutes you were dressed and ready, wearing a short jean skirt and a red lacey tube top paired with birkenstocks. you quickly made your way over to the car and opened the passenger door, throwing your purse onto the car floor.

"the fuck are you wearing?" rafe turns to you, giving you a disgusted look.

"whats wrong with it? it's cute." you say, furrowing your eyebrows. rafe's mouth slightly drops, looking at you as if you were the most stupid person on earth.

"whats wrong with it? it looks like your wearing a fucken' napkin!" he slightly yells. "you're not goin' out like that." he turns the car off, waiting for you to get out and change.

you scoff and stare at him in disbelief. "i'm not changing rafe, it's already seven! can we please just go!"

"y'know what- fine. but your wearin' this." he takes his jacket from the backseat and shoves it into your chest. you reluctantly take the jacket, rolling your eyes at him and turn to face out the window.

rafe sighs, feeling sorry for yelling. "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to yell, okay? you want aux?" he holds the cord up for you even though you weren't facing him.

"no."

he furrows his eyebrows, confused. "come on, baby. you always want aux." he places his hand on your bare thigh. you turn to face him, seeing the sorry look on his face and giving in. 

you try to compress the smile creeping through your lips, but it's almost impossible. "fine." you give in, reaching for the cord and plugging it into your phone.

"knew you couldn't stay mad at me for too long." he smirks, kissing your cheek as you choose a song.

•••

during the party you distanced yourself from rafe, mostly hanging out with sarah and some of your shared friends.

the group of girls talking about boyfriends, crushes, ect. you mostly stayed quiet though. you had never had a boyfriend. yes, you had kissed people and you weren't a virgin. but the boys never stayed around long enough. you didn't know why. you always thought it was something you did.

"so scarlett, you and rafe together?" your friend lucy asked with a smirk on her face as she raised her eyebrows up and down, eliciting a few laughs from the group. "no, no. we're just friends." you smiled sweetly at her, though she didn't seem to believe you.

"you sure? cause the way he looks at you... god i would die for a man to look at me that way." she sighs turning to look at rafe who was engaged in a conversation with topper and kelce.

"yeah, im sure."

•••

after a few more hours the party started to die down, you met with rafe so that he could drive you home. "hey." he greeted you, wrapping and arm around your shoulder. you smiled up at him, relaxing under his touch.

"why don't you spend the night at mine? it pretty late and i don't want to wake up your mom." he suggested, already knowing what your answer was.

"yeah, i'm fine with that." it was normal for you to spend the night at tanney hill, whether you were with sarah or rafe, you were constantly there.

when you arrived at the house you made your way up to rafe's room, throwing yourself onto his king size bed. you immediately melted into his navy sheets, his cologne embracing you. he threw an old t-shirt at you, telling you to get changed.

you made your way into his bathroom, changing then taking off your mascara. you went back into his room and climbed into bed next to him, snuggling into his embrace.

your head rested on his soft-but-hard chest and your legs became tangled with his. he loved this. these moments where it was just you and him. he may not be able to have you as his girlfriend, but he got to have you as his bestfriend. and he dreamed of the day you gave in, letting him have you as truly his.

you quickly drifted into sleep as rafe placed a kiss on the top of your head and snapped a quick photo, one that he'll probably post later. mostly to remind all the boys on the island who you really belonged to.

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a/n: i did not proof read one bit!! next chapter coming soon...!

[repulsiveliquidation]

I’ve Got You.

Leah Williamson x Lucy Bronze x Reader

Little! Lucy Bronze, Little! Leah Williamson. Caretaker/Dom! Reader. We visit the zoo and Lucy starts to slip. They get back to the hotel and Leah begins to slip too. Reader finds that a night in instead of heading out with the Lionesses as planned is in order. Reader is also Lotte’s sister! this is just fluff city, i didn't know what i was going for really so this just kinda happened lol

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“They’re in here, Y/N. You can hear them giggling!” Kiera told you as you walked into the conference room the Lionesses were sitting in. Sarina had just given them the World Cup briefing; you said hi to all the girls who were filtering out of the room and had a quick word with Sarina. Leah and Lucy were giggling at the end of the table, clearly having just pranked Lotte as she scowled and became more and more frustrated with the pair. She saw you coming, a glint in her eyes and a smile sent your way. You reciprocated, smirking back at her with a knowing sibling look.

“This better not be what I think it is, girls.” You announce, the two of them standing straight and turning suddenly with slight guilt in their eyes. “What did I say about the pranks? Georgia nearly got hurt last time and I had to have a conversation with Sarina to promise to keep you in check hm?” You crossed your arms and tried to look and sound as stern as possible. Lotte saw through you, Leah and Lucy suddenly finding their shoes more interesting. “I’d like for you to apologize please, darlings. Properly.” You ask, sitting slightly on the table with a Cheshire grin on your face, giving the girls a taste of their own medicine.

“Sorry, Lotte.” Sang the two, Lotte walking out of the room with a grin on her face and a high-five for you.

“C’mere, my loves.” You ask and open your arms, both of them immediately rushing into your arms. You had just flown in, having taken time off from your own job to follow the Lionesses for their World Cup run. Leah whines a little, inhaling deeply while Lucy kisses you and snuggles into your side. You kiss both their foreheads, sighing softly. You sent them off last week, having had a little more work to do before taking such an extensive amount of time off. But it was worth it, these girls in your arms deserved it.

“I’ve got permission to have you both for the rest of the day, I thought we could go sightseeing, how’s that sound?” You ask as you hold their hands, both girls mindlessly following you. You had rented a car, finding that it would be easier to go to games and such. “Yes please!” Leah jumped with excitement, running towards the car as it locked and hopped in the front seat. “Hey, no fair! You got the front last time!” Lucy argued, frowning and huffing as she sat in the back. You chuckled and walked over, buckling her in and kissing her forehead. “I’ll let you sit in the front later, babygirl.”

You got into the driver’s seat, now having one happy girlfriend and a pouting one. “You didn’t buckle me in.” Leah said with a sad voice. “Girls who sit in the front without asking don’t get buckled in!” Lucy quipped, grinning from ear to ear. Leah’s bottom lip quivered, you leaned over and kissed her cheek before reaching around her and buckling her up. You started the car, now with two happy girlfriends again; you made your way to your first destination. Leah and Lucy still fought over the AUX cord, with a valuable lesson about sharing, they finally had a good playlist going. “Where are we going babe?” Lucy asked, looking around at all the pretty buildings here in New Zealand. Having lived here for a while when you were in college, you knew the area pretty well. Leah had fallen asleep, music turned down now. “It’s a surprise, angel.” You told her, reaching back to hold her hand for a while as you came closer to your destination.  

The Auckland Zoo was something that the girls had been buzzing about for weeks when they were called up for the World Cup. (let us dream that Lee was called eh?) You parked and got out, Lucy carefully waking Leah sweetly. It made you smile, snapping a quick picture of the two of them together. It made your heart swell seeing them together, these two girls becoming the centre of your world over the years you’ve been together. Leah held a tough exterior, the captain’s armband for team and country a huge responsibility that she took very seriously. She enjoyed that when she was with you, she could let herself go and that she could be the unapologetic girl she was. Lucy was also someone who held herself to high standards and while long distance with her was hard, she wouldn’t want anyone but Leah and you by her side.

Leah was wide awake by the time you went in and got tickets, holding hands with Lucy as she poked her head in the gift shop. “We’ll get you both something when you leave okay? Can I trust my girls to be on their best behaviors?” They both nodded, already running in and pointing at all the animals. Nothing made you happier than seeing them enjoy themselves be normal people with no responsibilities on their shoulders; you were more than willing to carry it for them if it meant that you got to see their big smiles and hear their cute giggles.

“Y/N, look at the kangaroo!” “Luce, the Koala is so soft!” “Woah, can we feed it?” Leah clearly had a better time than Lucy did, the girl quiet and enjoyed the whole trip holding your hand and walking slowly with you while Leah bounced off the walls; the nap clearly having given her superpowers. While she looked at the birds, you checked in on Lucy. “Are you okay, babygirl? What’s wrong?” Her eyes look a little glossy and she’s biting her lip. You cup her cheek and give her a knowing kiss. She’s teetering on slipping and it won’t be long till she does. “Are we slipping, my love? Is that it?” She nods, leaning into you. “I can hold out for a little while, baby.” She tells you quietly after a while, Leah forgetting the birds and instead focused on Lucy.

You decide to leave before she slips even further, making a quick pit stop at the gift shop for a Koala for Leah and a Kangaroo for Lucy. They insist you get a Lion for yourself, which you do, and you head back to their hotel. Lucy, as promised is in the front seat, and Leah is in backseat singing along to the radio. You reach back for her hand like you did with Lucy earlier, making her smile even wider than you thought possible.

Lucy had fully slipped by the time you had gotten back to the hotel, thankfully being able to carry her into the room get her comfortable. You texted Alessia and told her that the three of you would be missing dinner, telling her that Lucy had slipped and that Leah was not far behind. The whole team knew, always keeping an eye on the two of them when they could, having your number on speed dial for when they needed you. She was feeling a much littler than usual, already whining and wanting uppies. You had thankfully packed their essentials, grabbing Lucy’s pajamas and bubble bath toys and setting them in the bathroom. Leah helped for a minute before she found her new koala Jeff way more interesting. You were just about to grab Lucy and give her a bath when you heard a wail. Your head shot up and Lucy was startled, both of you looking at a now sobbing Leah. She had slipped too. You sort of knew she would, she had texted you this morning that she had felt the urge and had hoped that when you got here you would help.    

“Leah, what’s wrong my love?” You cooed, picking her up into your arms. You sat beside Lucy, who was busy sucking her thumb. “mama ‘nore me.” Leah said, hiccupping through her words. “I’m sorry babe I didn’t mean to. Lucy needed me more than you baby, I thought you were alright by yourself and I’m sorry. Can my sweet girl forgive me with a kiss?” you ask her softly, she hides her face in your chest and nods, head lifting to give you a wet kiss. “Thank you my darling. Now, how about we get you both showered and in bed hm? We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”  

Once bathed and dressed in warm clothing (both were in your hoodies, insisting that their pajamas just weren’t the same), you tucked them in and left them to watch some tv while you sorted yourself out. Taking a shower and completing your nightly routine in record time, you climbed into bed wearing one of Lucy’s training shirts and laid in the middle of the big bed they were sharing for the tournament. They immediately cuddled into your sides, Leah’s eyes drooping already and Lucy’s focused on Bluey playing on the telly. You kissed their foreheads and rubbed their backs as they slowly fell asleep. Leah pressed a kiss to the underside of your jaw and Lucy whispered “tank you mama,” before drifting off to sleep with the two girls whom she felt the safest with.

Morning came and the girls were back to their big selves. Leah felt much more relaxed and Lucy’s head was clearer. You joined them for team breakfast, joining in in a little prank that Georgia had orchestrated to get Lotte. Lotte sat there in disbelief that you would turn on her that way, laughing so hard you were crying and clutching your stomach. She only punched you playfully (that’s a lie, it was hard) and walked away laughing, mumbling something about being betrayed by her own family.

[fallingforel]

arabella pt 4 - menswear

masterlist

“WHERE ARE YOU? YOURE MEANT TO BE HERE BY NOW! I MEAN IT Y/N I NEED AN EXPLANATION. NO THEY DONT GO THERE ON THE MAIN TABLE SMALLER CENTERPIECES ON THE ROUND TABLES, I NEED AN EXPLANATION?? IM WAITING ON ONE.” “It was matty okay luce, he forgot to wake me up, so im gonna be just a tad 3 hours late”“Oh good lord, okay look as long as youre here for the rehearsal dinner everything is going to be fine im sure” “Okay good? How are things anyway? Hows henry? Luce?” “Err alls good here. We have a slightly larger problem though. Em and him just walked in”

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where all of the 1975 gang and y/n attend a wedding 

warnings: a few swearing, recreational drugs use (coke and weed) and a panic attack, also please let me know if there is any more that I need to be aware of them

A/N and here it is im taking tommorow and monday off, but I promise you, chap 5 will be out next weekend, kisses x 

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“Well get rid of them then, because I tell you now Luce if they are still there, when the wedding comes around I will just stay at my mums house until they’re both gone and you don’t want your maid of honour to cancel on you last minute do you?” 

“No I suppose not. Okay I will do my best to get them gone, look I’m gonna have to go now babe I haven’t got time to sit around and chat I have got a wedding to sort out, I’ve still got to make sure the DJ knows the no plays and when to play our songs so I love you and I’ll see you in about 4 hours kisses.” Lucy says while making an unbareable smooching sound down the phone. 

“Love you. But I mean it when I say, I want them GONE.” 

“Yes, yes, okay I’ll see what I can do babe love you, but I really have to go now hun” which is her final sentence before I was met with the signal of her putting down the phone. 

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Before, I start properly focusing on my drive back to Wilmslow, I had to make sure Adam knew that both of our exes were there. So thats exactly what I did. 

reaching out to press my home button on my phone “phone ad” 

“now phoning ad” I was met back with the robotic voice speaking out to me through the aux cord

the phone rings a couple of times before Adam picks up 

“Hey Y/n whats up?” 

“err look I thought you should be aware, that Em and him are both there and that you should be warned because they might show up tonight or tommorow, and I kinda don’t want them to because then I’ll have a panic atta-” 

My waffling on was then cut off by adam’s voice ringing through the aux in my car, 

“look y/n/n, who cares if they’re both there, I certainly don’t I’m over her now, you should be over him too it’s been 6 months, it’s no longer fresh in our minds and plus we’ve both got new people in our lives, you’ve got Al and I’ve got Carls, infact I’m inviting her to the wedding, there was already a spare place from Em being uninvited and Lucy said yes to inviting her so now shes coming, you should invite Al im sure he’d be well up for it. G told me he was a massive fan of ours” 

“I’m not too sure Ad we literally only just met last night, do you really think it would be that smart to invite him?”

“look just tell me you’ll consider it y/n/n you at least deserve to have someone there for you” 

“okay, okay! I’ll think about it but its not a yes”

“good im glad, right im gonna go. Because ive still got to pack some last minute things, and I’ll see you later on at the rehearsal dinner okay” 

“okay lots of love” 

I say before putting down the phone. and going to phone alex to see if he wants to come. At this point I’m stopped in a petrol station to phone him as I didn’t save his number earlier. 

ringing once twice three times biting my nails in anxiousness, before i hear a thick northen accent ringing through my ears 

“Hey, who is this?”  

“Al?” 

“Y/n? is that you? was wondering when you’d call are you alright darlin’“ 

“yes yes it’s me look listen. I’m going to a wedding this weekend and I was wondering if you’d wanna go with me. its just theres an extra place due to some dramas that happened and so..”

“look love, I would really like to go, I wish you would’ve told me sooner, I’m literally about to board a plane to leave England right now, but we have to sort out a date some time soon, I’d love to get to know you better”

“Yeah no of course. I 100% get that plus its not like you would’ve missed out on anything anyway. It’s literally a boring wedding” 

“You don’t have to downplay it fo me love, sounds dead interestin” 

soon an announcement is made that I cant quite hear but it is soon made clear that it’s Alex plane because he bids his goodbyes and then he hangs up the phone 

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“omg! y/n/n! thank goodness you’re finally here! you’ve missed out on a lot it’s like grand central station in there, people flying everywhere moving things honestly I don’t know how I do it for a job. It’s soooo good to see you, honestly, I’ve missed you so much, how’s London and the modelling life treating you?” Lucy says running up from the front entrance of the moderately sized building, and to my car giving me a rather large squeeze. 

“It’s been good, London is manic though, all the time, and these shoots they are just amazing I did one recently for a major U.S. company had to travel to L.A. for it. but honestly my career has taken a major turn since I moved to London with the boys.” 

“That’s so good I’m so happy for you. And how are the boys? Are they good? Is the music life treating em well?” 

“so well, I can’t say too much because it would spoil it. But they have recently been getting so many radio plays it’s ridiculous but I am so proud of them!”

“thats so good! Looks like that move was good for all of you then!” 

“yeah yeah it was, Luce I’m freezing can we go inside? Are they in there?”

“ of course we can babe, no no they’re not! my mum told both of em where to shove it. that soon made them leave!” 

“I’ve always loved your mum. did you know that!” I say throwing an arm around her shoulder and walking into the venue. 

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“so when are the rest of you London lot getting here?” Henry asks standing next to me. 

“umm not too sure but I’m sure they’ll be here soon. shouldnt be too long they set off about 3 and a bit hours ago. so in like in a few” I say in reply. 

“Hopefully, they won’t be too long. Luce is stressing way too much I dread to know what she’s gonna be like tommorow.”

“Ha! Yeah. I know what she’s like, I remember Matty’s 18th suprise party, she was dead stressed when I organised that, and she wasn’t even the organiser! But look don’t worry, it wont go too mad. I know that with her everything goes to plan” 

“yeah, thank you for being here by the way, I know it can’t be easy being here especially after what happened 6 months ago.”

I was about to reply when I was cut off by a curly haired boy, a really annoying one to be precise. 

“THE PARTY HAS ARRIVED” 

“Matty shut your mouth, go get your suits on boys, rehearsal dinner commences in 10, you’re late already as is” Lucy says. Before walking over to where Henry and I were stood having our conversation

“y/n/n, I need you to go get your dress on too.” 

“okay, I will go and do that now” 

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The rehearsal dinner was a success, I knew it would be, anything Lucy organises is. It’s what she does best, kinda always knew she would be an events planner, her and Henry was meant to come to London with us, Lucy living with me and Henry living with the guys, but then the both of them recieving their dream job offers in the heart of Manchester, so they never did. I think it was meant to be that way if I’m completely honest. I just don’t think it would’ve ever worked, especially with the guys and I all being single and them two being in a relationship. Sure,it worked in Wilmslow where none of us lived together but the whole dynamic that we have now would’ve shifted and just wouldn’t have worked.  

Currently I am squished between a tree and a skinny curly haired man, we ended up, going back to my mums last night and both George and Matty insisted that they had to see my mum. So just like we were 17 again and had just had a drunken house party, we are sleeping in my bed. To be fair its quite a large bed, however all three of us, are slightly bigger being 22 and 23 now, we just dont fit. 

So I did what I had to do in order to get up. Wiggling to the end of my bed as so to not wake the two massive lumps in my bed, and eventually getting off at the end and then I went on the search to check for my phone. 

Finding it laying on my bedstand on G’s side, he must’ve found me passed out and it still on so he must’ve put it there. 

Turning it on to find out the time reading 7oclock, the wedding starts at 11 so its time to make my way to wake up the boys so that we all can head to the hotel, both of them being groomsmen and me being lucy’s maid of honor, so I do just that but I cant do it normally, thats just not our friendship dynamic. So I head to the bathroom to get a jug and fill it with cold water, heading back to my bedroom I start pouring it on matty.

“What the fuck y/n.” 

“It’s time to get up, we have to head to the hotel, to get ready. We all have to be ready by 9 incase the event staff need help with anything, and I promised Lucy we’d be there by half 7, 8 at the latest to make up for all of us being late yesterday, now help me wake up G. While I find out where the fuck Ross and Hann are” I say while pulling my phone out to find out where the other two of our group are. 

“I dont fancy getting slapped by the tree thanks, you can do it, I’ll call Hann and Ross” 

“uh uh, you made me late yesterday, you get the pleasure of waking up the giant, I’ll get us a maccies breakfast on the way if you do.”

Soon enough he does it, earning a slap from George “it’s the crack of dawn, Matty what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” 

“To be fair G, it’s 7 we have to leave in 10 because Lucy wants us at the hotel, and I dont think any of us want to anger bridezilla, I just know shes gonna be on a warpath today. Plus I promised stink here a maccies breakfast, right now though I’ve got to phone the other two find out where they are, can one of you two phone ross? I’ll phone ads” Matty nods his head reaching for his phone. while Im on mine pressed to my ear, trying to get through to him stepping out of the room so I don’t get distacted by Matty on the phone to Ross.

Finally after about a minute I’m met with a raspy voice. 

“Hello?”

“Adam? Are you with Ross”

“yes, yes its me, and No what do you want at this ungodly hour, Y/n?”

“I promised Lucy I’d make everyone head to their respectful getting ready rooms, at half 7 so can you head to Hen’s and start getting ready I’ll bring you a McDonalds.” 

“yes yes okay. I’ll head there now, when you come knock on my hotel door its 432, Carls will have my car keys, your stuff is in my car, Matty couldnt fit it in his” 

“okay, okay. Bye I’ll see you.” 

“bye bye, see you in a bit, double sausague and egg pleaseee”

“yes yes okay, see you in a bit Ad’s” I said before hanging up the phone and returning to my bedroom where Matty and George still reside in my bed, although this time a phone was pressed to Mattys ear talking into it 

“Yeah, Y/n wants us to get ready, so we will be there in a bit”

I mouth to George “is that ross.” earning a shake of his head. “his mum” i nod my head waiting for him to finish his conversation. 

A few moments later a “yep okay bye mum I love you see you tommorow” ending the phone. 

“Right as much as I am glad that you were on the phone to your mother Matthew what is the situation on Ross?”

“He was with Henry already, apparently Lucy banged on his door at half 6 this morning making sure he was up” Matty said chuckling a bit

“That girl honestly” I say shaking my head 

“Right come on you two lets get going we’ve got places to be people to see” I say slapping the two boys on their legs. 

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The ceremony was a success, and it all went well. now we were heading on a little walk to where the reception was being held. Matty George Ross and I were infront, and then Adam and Carly following suit behind us. 

We walked into the marquee tent finding our seats George and I both sat at the head table as I was Maid of honour and G was Best Man, Matty, Ross and Adam were sat on the table infront of us though so we all weren’t too far from eachother, luckily I was sat next to George and Lucy so I didnt have to endure meaningless conversations with other members of the bridal party like I did at the hen do. 

“C’mon G we’re sat here”  I say grabbing his hand and pulling him towards our seats after checking the seating plan that was displayed on the foam board standing on the white easel. 

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And soon enough the reception was well underway after Lucy and Henry had their first dance. George hopped on the decks doing what he knows best, Lucy had let him have an hour at it giving the DJ an hour break to dig into the buffet. 

I walked up to G wondering if Matty had any Joints. Because Lucy had want to let loose, and she hadn’t smoked in ages but claimed it was “my wedding night so I can do whatever the fuck I want” clearly having had taken too much advantage of the free bar at that point. 

“well your the best man so whats the plan? we gonna smoke” 

“y/n/n I’m busy doing my best to give everyone a fucking good time here, go talk to Matty about it, he’s outside. He’s the one thats got ‘em I’ll smoke my own later” 

“okay I will, c’mon Lucy lets go find Matthew, bye G”

We walked outside finding Matty perched on a log smoking, we approached him 

“oh Matthew” Lucy called out 

“oh here comes trouble” he shouted out earning a giggle from lucy 

“look we just wanna know if you’ve got any of those joints left, I know you must have at least half of one left, I can see you smoking one, and it’s not even halfway finished. The bride here wants some to let loose, Hen hopes it’ll calm her down and stop her being so stressed about everything. ” 

“Look bug, I would and you know I would, but I’ve only bought three like I told you before, you’re gonna have to ask about. We went to school with half of the people in there and we all know they’re all pot heads, someone in there is bound to have some” 

“Come on! I know who will have some” Lucy says. 

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Eventually we found someone with some after asking about three people. Joining Matty on the log he was sat on when we came outside previously. Staying in silence, we sat and smoked. Until Lucy eventually piped up 

“You wanna know why I’m smoking?” 

“Because, it’s your wedding day and you can do whatever the fuck you want?” I question laughing 

“no, it’s cause I needed to put off crying, this day couldn’t have gone worse. Henrys Mum sent me a text this morning saying that I shouldn’t be marrying him that he doesn’t really love me and I don’t deserve him, she’s been giving me evils all day. y/n/n I almost left him at the alter especially after Em’s text” she says tears flooding her eyes when she turns to look at me. 

“oh Luce, c’mere babe” I say with my arms wide open and she shuffles along the log we’re sat on and hugs me, sobbing fully at this point. tears not coming to my eyes. After she pulls away I can’t help but ask about the text. 

“what did you mean by the fact that Em texted you? what did she say” 

“she said about how I banned her from my wedding, and that I needed to grow up because I took your side after the whole argument six months ago and that she would make an appearence along with him today, but not before she said that in a year or two Henry would leave me for her, I’m so sorry for not telling you earlier Y/N, I haven’t even told Henry, I’m not sure I even want to. I don’t want to make him leave, I know it’s silly because we’ve been together close to a decade at this point. But what if he decides he doesn’t want to be with me any more y/n/n, I don’t know if my heart will be able to take the pain especially with you in London” 

“Don’t be silly Luce it’s okay, but she has no right to make you panic like that especially after warning you that she’s going after Hen, Luce, you are aware that you’re going to have to tell Henry about all of this right, especially about his mum, she has absolutely zero right to tell you whether you’re good for her son or not.” 

“She’s right you know, you have to tell Henry, even if you dont want to, he needs to know. I’ve never known the two of you to keep secrets from eachother, especially one this big Luce, you know I may not have liked you at the beginning when you were dressed in nowt’ and telling everybody you were shagging every boy in Wilmslow, But Luce I like you now, and I know that you would really benefit from telling him, I can go get him if you want, y/n/n and I can be there while you tell him if you want?” 

“no, no it’s fine I need to tell him on my own you two go. enjoy your night, come find me when you’re leaving.” 

“okay okay, I’ll see you in a bit we’ll send him out to find you” 

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After finding Henry, and telling him to go find Lucy outside, Matty dragged me to the bar. 

“so bug.” he says turning to me “whaddya drinkin’?” 

“malibu and coke” I say in reply 

he gains the attention of bartender “scuse me lad can I have an ameretto and a malibu and coke please, passionfruit variation please” This boy knows me too well at this point as he asks for the passionfruit variaton because he’s all too aware after too many slip ups at parties to fill my glass with original malibu and me turn up my nose at the coconut flavoured liquer. 

He thanks the bartender after handing us our drinks. And we go over to our tables but not before matty spills a load of his on a taller lad who we’re not too sure we know. 

“watch where you’re going pot head yeah and also watch your girlfriend yeah think she might be getting some tonight but certainly not you, you scrawny fucker” the 6″3 skinny lad pipes up 

“look I might be spilling my ameretto because of previous joints yeah, but don’t talk about my best mate like that, I don’t know who you think you are, yeah you might be taller than me, but you look just like me so I reckon I could knock you out, so just watch what your saying yeah” 

“Matty, leave it hes not worth the fuss yeah” 

“ooh getting your girl to sort your problems are we?” I can see Matty clenching his fist just as if matty was about to swing for him so I step infront of him before anything can happen. 

“Do you want anything to end up in the press about Denise’s son losing it at wedding?” I ask him knowing thats exactly what would happen knowing the fuckers that went to our school. He shakes his head no in reply “exactly, so leave it yeah, this guy is not worth our time or effort yes?” he nods his head I tap him on the back throwing an arm around his shoulder “come on then stink” and so we’re off, back to the dancefloor so we can forget our troubles and have an absolute blast of a time before I’m back to work in two days, and the lads are back to the studio next week.

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“Matty, I need to go to the loo” I shout over the loud music but not before making a sniff gesture with my hand signaling that it was time to bring the sniff out, It was kinda known in Wilmslow that our group, were drug users, not hardcore as much as people think, only when parties were going on or when one of us wanted to feel something. 

“cmon then bug, lets go to the bathroom” 

Once we made it into the bathroom I lock the main door so that no one could make it in especially, Lucy’s conservative great-grandmother that definetly had some interesting views. 

as I came back from locking the door hopping onto the counter where matty wasnt cutting lines. After he finished cutting the lines he handed me the rolled up 20  but not before saying “two each” “ooh a 20, very rich of you” “shut up and just sniff your two, off the porcelain basin will you” “okay okay chill out, Matthew” I say hopping off the counter taking the rolled up 20 that he was still holding out for me to take. 

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Safe to say I was feeling the effect of the drug I had taken just a mere 10 minutes ago. 

and soon enough, Em and him were here and I was making a beline for the exit, Making Matty clearly confused as he hadn’t noticed them. so obviously as confused as he was, He followed. 

“bug, bug, slow down.” he called out and I turned to face him, my breathing irregular and tears streaming down my face, my makeup clearly smudged. 

“Woah,woah. Whats happpened? why the tears bug?” He asked. 

I tried replying but I couldn’t I was too worked up to explain. My hands doing anything they could. Unsure of whether it was the drugs making me like this or just seeing him in the flesh after 6 months. 

“okay okay, bug look at me” Matty sounding so distant at this point, so I didn’t even know where he was “Honey, you’re gonna have to look at me so I can understand what happened” 

Touching my chin, he gently lifted my chin with his fingers. removing them, my breathing still rapid at this point. 

“cmon bug, copy my breathing, deep breath in, and then push it out” doing exactly what he said. We just sat there in silence me following Matty’s breathing. Until it was back to a normal pace. 

“You gonna tell me what happened in there? What made you all worked up, so much so I had to do breathing excersises with you which we hadnt done in ages, god last time we did them was when you caught him cheating with Em” and suddnely his eyes go wide realising that thats what happpened. “oh bug!” he says scooching over to give me a hug. Knowing me too well at this point to realise, that in that moment thats exactly what I needed a good hug from my best mate. 

I start tearing up again, “I saw them together, Matty and I thought I was doing so well as well I hadnt thought of him until a couple of days ago.Yet, I saw him in the flesh and it feels like I’ve now taken three steps back.”

“No, you havent bug, not at all, It’s natural it generally is, do you remember when I got cheated on?” he asks me I just nod in reply “well I remember she disappeared a while after that. And then like a year later I saw her, in cafe nero when i was working, god the tears all started to come out then, I had to get out of there, and because of that I got fired, it was right in the middle of morning rush aswell” “so thats why you got fired, we all thought it was because you burnt yourself or set off a smoke alarm lighting a joint in the bathroom, but awwh Matty you’re so sweet, I never thought you would be that heartbroken over her, we were only 15/16″ 

“Look, I’m just saying it’s natural to feel like you’ve gone back in time, anyway are we gonna go back inside or do you just wanna get out of here?”

“Just want to get out of here, I don’t think I can face him if I’m being perfectly honest, sorry stink you probably want to go back inside an enjoy the rest of your time with everyone, probably pick up a girl too.”

“No. No. don’t be sorry bug, you have every right to. Besides I’m probably gonna yosh in someones mouth soon if I stay any longer, plus I dont want some random coming up and going in for the kiss” reaching inside his blazer pocket to check for the time “and It’s 5 past three I can hardly see and if i stay up any longer I’ll probably pass out so its probably best if we go now anyway.” 

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end of chap 4

[shrinkthisviolet]

Which OC would you trust the least with the aux cord during a road trip?

Oooh I think maybe Reyna? If only because I'm a little afraid of what future music might be like (I like more older songs than current ones as it is, I can't imagine how much I'll end up hating/disliking future songs 😂). I'm open to giving it a try, though.

GFFA music seems pretty alright from the snippets I've heard of it, so...I'd trust Lucy with the aux cord on the condition that I could take it away from her if the song sucks 😂

Taglist (send an ask or DM to be added or removed):

@arrthurpendragon @ocappreciationtag @raith-way @vexic929 @ironverseocs

@thechaoticfanartist @goldheartedchaoticdisaster @negative-speedforce @dream-beyond-the-fantasy @starstruckpurpledragon

@angst-is-love-angst-is-life

[lightbluuestars]

Hot cheeto, early AM, stained bathroom sink (you can literally do whatever you want), felidae (you don't even need to provide ice cream), mariana... And finally, Solar heat death confession: you're such an angel, you can do no wrong in my eyes, you can do and say whatever you want forever and I'll be like "😍 sure, babe" every time!

hot cheeto breath: i want dip you in some kind of sauce, maybe cream cheese. who knows.

?????? okay ??????

early am radio: i would let you control the aux cord on a road trip

yes!!!!! i'll make a playlist with songs the both of us like and i'll even pay for spotify premium so you can pick a song that's not on the list!!! i'll even drive you around if you want to!!!!

stained bathroom sink: i'd trust you to color my hair but i get to pick the color. you are not cutting it though. (unless you want to)

okay, what color? and i would never cut your hair unless you specifically say so!!!

felidae: i would petsit for you for free as long as i could sit on your floor and eat ice cream (you provide the ice cream)

oh honey, what kind of ice cream? and i'm sure charles and lucy would love you!!!

mariana: if i had a cool rock i'd let you have it. or maybe a leaf

augh i love cool rocks and leaves!!! thank you!!!!!

solar heat death: you're such an angel, you can do no wrong in my eyes, you can do and say whatever you want forever and I'll be like "😍 sure, babe" every time!

hyperventilating rn. i have no words. but if i did they would all be positive. ❤️💖💕💗💋 ilysm

[cambria-writes]

it's time for another honey update!

getting dangerously close to the last of the chapters i already have written and i am sweating. i'm also low (high) key a bit insecure about how short this is lmao.

anyways enjoy!

pairing: patrick jane x reader word count: 2,058 rating: T, each chapter rated individually warning: alcohol consumption, brief mention of drugs, fake relationship trope, that's it!

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓: ℭ𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯

It doesn’t take you long. Once you’re outside of the CBI, the air feels different. You watch the people walk by. Drive by. Hear the cars rev and stall and honk. It’s almost overwhelming. You shrug your bag higher on your shoulder, pull out your phone. You have so many missed calls and messages that your phone has opted out of counting them. 

It is absolutely a spur of the moment decision, but you call one of your coworkers. Take a chance.

“Skye? Is that you? Oh my god! Oh my go—Luce! It’s Skye!” Miranda’s at work then. Marvelous. You hear several people through her phone. Sounds like people are shoving at each other to talk to you.

“Skye? Benraft, Skye? The one who got shot and didn’t tell me, that Skye?,” your manager demands. You can’t help but laugh nervously.

“Yeah, uh. Hi Lucy,” you reply lamely. You shuffle down the road you’re on. There should be a Starbucks nearby. Right? “I have a crazy favour. Who’s off today and doesn’t hate me?"

You hear Lucy pull the phone away and ask around. Hear the ruffling of pages; looking through the schedule, probably.

“Charlie doesn’t work today,” Lucy trails off. More papers rustle. “Steph, too, and Bill? Probably? What’s the favour? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine! I’m fine, kind of. Is anyone willing to make a trip to Sacramento?” 

Stephan is eventually tasked with picking you up. You found a Starbucks to spend your time in. The two and a half hour wait is grueling. You look over your shoulder every other time you hear the door open. You feel like a teenager that sneaked out past curfew. It’s ridiculous—you weren’t being kept at the CBI for any real reason, you’d already given as many statements as you could—but it still feels like running away.

It also feels like spitting in the face of Patrick Jane and his hospitality. However much it may have been in spite of literally everyone else around him.

Stephan, blissfully, is the kind of person who understands. He stays mostly quiet during the trip back to Yuba. Gives you control of the aux cord. You make sure to keep the volume low and the songs aligned with his tastes.

He doesn’t drop you off at home, not yet. You walk into work, hailed like a hero. You hate it. Someone bumps into your thigh, makes it feel like your whole leg is bruised.

You should really shower. Again. You can still smell the tea in your hair. Ultimately, you keep quiet. Lucy needs to sort out how the hell you’re going to get paid. If you are. Beyond being alive and able to return to your life, you don’t care about the details.

You miss your bed.

Lucy personally takes you back to your apartment. You try insisting that it’s completely pointless. She doesn’t hear any of it. She drops you off with a promise to be back tomorrow. You’re told to go see a doctor for your bullet graze and not to come into work until Monday.

This is when you realize that it’s Wednesday. You had no idea what day it was. A look at the stove’s display says you had no idea what time it was either. The sun’s barely beginning to set. You try not to wonder where the day went.

You shower. Change. Brush your hair absently. It looks like half of it fell off on the brush. You bake a frozen chicken pot pie and proceed to eat the entire thing by yourself. Binge watch YouTube videos.

You fall asleep to the hum of your vibrating phone and words ringing in your head.

Sharpen that fear into a knife.

You wake up to one missed call and one voice message. You don’t recognize the number. Something in the back of your sleep-addled brain tells you who it is. You ignore it until you’ve had your coffee.

“Skye. Call me.” That’s it. That’s the whole message Mr Jane left. You have a warm cup of coffee in one hand and your phone in the other. You check Facebook and Instagram. Go through Tumblr. It’s nearly ten in the morning before you consider calling back.

You don’t. You send a text message and save the number. You barely have time to put your phone back down before it starts buzzing.

“Hi,” is the best greeting you can manage. Clear your throat.

“Where are you?” He’s worried. It makes your throat clench even more.

“I’m—I came home yesterday,” you start. Cut him off to continue explaining. “I had someone from work come to get me. I’m alright. I just... I heard Agent Lisbon, I just. I didn’t want to impose.”

“Nonsense,” Jane whispers. You can hear the understanding in the quiet tone. You don’t sigh despite your relief. “You’re back in Yuba then?”

Wait a beat. “Yeah. Should I ask why?”

“I’m taking you out tonight. Be ready at six.” You don't have time to ask what you’re supposed to wear before the line is dead. You stare at your phone incredulously while the dead line screams angrily at you.

It’s barely seven past ten. You’ve got eight hours to get ready. This... theoretically shouldn’t be a problem. Right? 

It’s 5:55PM and you still can’t decide what to wear. In a fit of desperation, you find a coin to toss in the air. Heads, the dress. Tails, the blouse and black pants.

It lands on tails

You throw on the dress anyways. It’s your favourite cut, and you can never go wrong with a black dress. It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.

You nearly jump out of your skin when your phone vibrates with a text message. You don’t even read it; just toss your phone and its charger in your purse along with your wallet, slip into some comfortable black flats and bolt out the door. Which you almost forget to lock behind you.

You all but throw yourself in the waiting Citroen. Jane only glances at you out of the corner of his eye. Takes a few minutes into the drive for him to speak up.

“You clean up nice,” is all he says, eyes never leaving the road.

You also keep your eyes glued ahead. Shrug, Fisher with a fistful if black dress. “You always wear a suit and you didn’t tell me what I should wear. I made a safe bet.”

The rest of the drive is quiet. No radio, no conversation. You could probably get answers if you ask questions, but... you find yourself not needing answers. Despite everything you know and everything that’s happened, you find yourself trusting this man entirely. Even if he does use you as bait for another criminal hunt, he wouldn’t let you die, right?

The familiar clenching in your gut reminds you that you are, in fact, extremely nervous. Feels like ice pulsing through your veins for a second. Close your eyes, take a deep breath; don’t give yourself any ideas. Don’t expect anything. Just go with it.

The restaurant you end up at is something you definitely can’t afford. The kind of place with an actual dress code. You look at Jane, try to read something on his face. Did he know you’d dress up? Did he make an educated guess? Was this his plan A or B? Shake yourself out of it when Jane steps out of his car. He walks around to open the door for you and extends his hand to help you out. Then promptly tosses the key over the hood to... a valet? Christ, you really can’t afford this place.

Jane puts your hand in the crook of his elbow and guides you towards glass french doors. “Don’t worry,” he whispers conspiratorially, leaning down. “The owner owes me a favour for discovering that his chef was running a drug ring in his kitchen.”

Choke on yourself a little; you definitely weren’t expecting that. Not sure what you were expecting, but definitely not that. Ignore the prickle of fear at the back of your neck. The drug ring is gone. There’s nothing to worry about.

When Jane leads you inside, you try to school your face. It’s fancy. Regardless of your wardrobe choice you feel obnoxiously underdressed. Even if you wanted to, you don’t have time to take in the setting. There’s a very noticeable table at the back of the place, off to your right. Two men in suits with too much bulk and an old man that looks like he has enough money to buy the entire restaurant and the people in it. You don’t snap your head away; too obvious. You make it look like you’re scoping the place out. Not sure what your expression is doing. What’s Jane doing to your left hand..?

“Good evening, name?” The host’s greeting is soft and almost enough to soothe your nerves. Almost. Shouldn’t be a surprise that Jane has a reservation. The restaurant is almost full; how long ago had he planned this? Were you a last-minute switch, a stand-in for someone else? What was going on?

“Mr and Mrs Jane, thank you.”

You do your best to breathe.

In.

And out.

You do your best to make it look like you just aren’t used to the change in name yet. But your mind stutters at the implication. Okay, you’re trying to fly under the radar. Why? The not-at-all-mobsters table? Is there something else you’re missing? Who are you trying to fool?

“Congratulations! I’ll be sure to let the chef know.” The host’s voice eventually snaps you out of your thoughts and you nod as excitedly as you can muster, letting Mr Jane lead you by the arm.

“You’re doing great. Just keep playing along,” Jane whispers into your ear. You do your best impression of a flustered and embarrassed new wife. It isn’t hard. Jane’s proximity to your ear makes the blood rush to your face. It’s stupid. At any other time you would’ve shaken your head clear and tried to focus on something else.

But there’s nothing else to focus on. Once you’re seated, the table is too small for you to really fidget. And then Mr Jane leans forward and puts both his hands on the table. Palms up. Ah, fuck. Alright. Okay.

You carefully place your hands into his. You single the ring finger in your left hand. That must have been what you felt. A dainty soaking ring glints there. And somehow fits perfectly. You try not to think about it too much.

“You saw them earlier,” Jane started quietly. The corners of his mouth pull up in mimicry of a man trying to hold his laughter. He leans forward; you follow suit. Try to ignore how close his face is. This is serious.

“The scary money man and his two stooges?,” you ask to confirm. He nods. “What about them?”

“Oh, absolutely nothing. Vasily Dostoyev is just another old man with money. We’re here for his son.” Mr Jane moves his eyes somewhere behind you. Try to remember who all else was at that table. Two goons, Old Money man, Trophy Wife... maybe the one sitting a little ways off staring out the window like the street lamps were about to kill him?

Jane must see the look of recognition on your face and nods. Rubs circles in the backs of your hands with his thumbs. It feels very reminiscent of the first night you spent at the CBI.

“So why am I here?”

Jane releases your hand to cup your face in his hands. You feel like your skin is about to combust. He leans forward to press his forehead against yours.

“You, my dear, are going to test your knife tonight.”

A waiter brings two large classes of wine. Jane raises his in a toast to you. And while anxiety bubbles in your chest unpleasantly, there’s something else underneath it that growls, needy and hungry. You clink your glass with his.

“To us,” you offer, hoping the fear and uncertainty in your voice can be misconstrued as excitement.

Jane’s expression changes in a way you can barely see or understand. Here’s something dark lurking just under the surface. You could see it, if only you could just dig a little.

“To us indeed.”

𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

@fucklife-or-me @yearningforsappho @mamacakeishereforfun

[fairytail-incorrectquotes]

Freed: Whenever you add a song to a playlist on Spotify, the artist gets a notification telling them about it, including the name of the playlist. And yes, I felt the same unadulterated terror you're feeling right now.

Freed: Because of this, I'd like you all to tell me your weirdest playlist name.

Freed: Mine is 'The Gay-coded Villain With Panache I Aspire to Be'.

Elfman: Who Has The Best Dick In Baseball?

Gray: cheer up you depressed bastard

Mirajane: slapping songs to fight god to

Laxus: songs to get killed to

Lucy: Sea Shanties for Thots

Juvia: crying in a laundry room at 2am

Bickslow: Bible Study Bussy Bops

Romeo: songs to give yourself concussions to

Pantherlily: god nerfed me and here's why

Evergreen: kill list:

Natsu: songs that get me banned from the aux cord

Levy: the mating call of the lesbian, in her natural habitat

Cana: ghost hunting is a valid date

Gajeel: sad jock with anger issues

Loke: mood: horny

Happy: bone man's coming for your bones

Lisanna: my longest yeah boy ever

Erza: gritty noir hookup romance

Wendy: ouch

[carl1ghts]

Here's a video a normal video of me listening to my milk vinyl for the first time guys

[exoflash]

Had a dream that i had a heated blanket but it had an aux cord for some reason and when you plugged headphones into it, it played audio only ai-generated episodes of i love lucy. But it also played this deep ominous droning and pulsating hum behind it

[fullmoonremus]

16th Avenue | Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of drugs and alcohol

Time/Era: Modern AU, Aged 19

Word Count: 2k 

Summary: A midnight adventure in which the only things available to Y/N and Edmund are limited cell service, saved Spotify playlists, and Y/N’s 15-year-old hatchback. 

Request: Hi! first I wanted to say that I love your stories, I discovered them recently but I already read them all, and then I wanted to know if you could write an Edmund x Reader based on the song I Think He Knows by Taylor Swift, thanks!

A/N: Basically a small town AU where two kids in their late teens are trying to find entertainment one late summer evening. 

masterlist | narnia playlist | read on ao3

Edmund laid in his bed with his phone held above his face, staring blankly at the illuminated screen. He read over the messages he shared with Y/N L/N, a girl he had met at university a few months before he moved home for the summer. The conversation, in his opinion, was rather flirty, but it teetered to close to the line between friendly teasing and romantic advances for Edmund to know for sure.

His room was sticky with heat, making all the warm air stick directly to his skin. He yearned to go swimming or at the very least take a shower, but running the water at half-past midnight would surely wake his entire family.

Moving back home for the summer seemed like a good idea at the time; he could save money, see his little sister, and spend a bit of time to himself. But, as time passes on, Edmund yearned for the freedom of his newfound adulthood and life away from his family. 

Y/N proved to be a saving grace in that aspect, as her family lived a few towns over from Edmund and she owned a car. It wasn’t a very attractive car, but it had a sunroof, large hatchback trunk, and an AUX cord, which is all you really needed. She always kept a few snacks and blankets in her backseat, too, so the car (which he learned was called Comet,) served as a little oasis in the boring world that was home. 

The brown curls on Edmund’s head stuck to his forehead in a thick layer of sweat; the August heat was proving to be too much for Edmund’s body. So he laid, duvet pushed in a heap at the foot of the bed, and overthought the texts. His finger teased the power button as the heat lulled him closer to sleep. 

That was until Y/N’s typing bubble popped up on the screen. Panic surged in his chest and he shot up from his bed to pace around the dark room. His only source of light was the screen of his phone, which made his face appear slightly blue due to the screen. 

pulling up in 10. be ready. 

Edmund looked down at his appearance; the skin of his bare chest was moist from sweat and his boxer briefs clung to his toned thighs. 

are you crazy? My mother will kill me if they knew I was out at this hour. 

The metal box fan clanked in the corner as if it were a washing machine full of tennis shoes. 

so? we’ve been over this. you’re 19, not 9. loosen up, pevensie. 

Edmund took a deep breath before dressing himself in as lightweight clothes as possible and packing his backpack. He never packed heavily, but he grabbed some headphones, a phone charger, a flashlight, a pack of gum, and a sweatshirt. It was doubtful that the sweatshirt would be needed, but it could potentially be used as a blanket for the two to lay on, or rolled in a ball to form a pillow. 

The door to Edmund’s room squeaked loudly as he opened it, making all of the muscles in his body tighten. He glanced at his sister’s door and breathed a breath of relief when there was no movement behind it. All he had to do was make it out the door without being noticed. 

“Ed?” Lucy’s voice sounded through the darkness at the exact moment Edmund’s hand came in contact with the front doorknob. 

“Lu,” He responded nearly frozen in place. 

“Where are you going?” The bag of pretzels in her hand crinkled. Ed mentally cursed himself for forgetting she was a midnight snacker. 

“Somewhere,” He pulled the door open with a single movement of his arm. “Do me a favor and don’t tell?”

She popped one of the pretzels and chewed it completely before responding. “Tell me where you’re going and I might consider it.” 

“I’m going out with Y/N, there are you happy now?” 

Her eyes widen and she smiles, “Like, on a date?” 

“No, I don’t think so. We’ll probably just drive around and chat.” The headlights from Comet shine through the open door and blind the two siblings. “Promise not to tell?” 

“I promise! But really, Ed, you better lock her down. The good ones never wait,” 

Edmund nods, shutting the door before half-jogging to get in the passenger side of the hatchback. 

“Pevensie! I thought you were going to wimp out on me when I saw you staring into the darkness with the door open.” She looked over her shoulder to check for cars before making a U-turn. 

“Oh, yeah, I was talking to my little sister. I had to convince her not to tell my mother,” Edmund forced a chuckle. 

“Your sister still lives at home? I thought she went to that one uni in, like, Scotland?” The crystal hanging from the mirror swung side to side as Y/N steered. It was oddly mesmerizing. 

“That’s my older sister, Susan. I’m talking about my younger sister, Lucy. She’s 17.” 

Y/N made a small “o” with her mouth and nodded. “It must be nice to be in such a big family, you guys all sound so close.” She pulled the car onto one of the main roads, which was completely empty at this hour. The thrilling feeling of spontaneity settled in Edmund’s stomach and any reservations he had about coming faded into existence. 

“Yeah, I guess it’s fun. That is until you realize my mother has a bad case of empty nest syndrome and has her heart set on keeping me inside the entire summer,” 

“Is that why you are only ever able to hang out past midnight?” 

Edmund chuckled for real this time. Something about Y/N’s constant teasing made his heart fly in the most carefree way possible. 

“Yeah, I have to sneak out the front door so she doesn’t see me, her 19-year-old son, leave the house without permission.” 

Y/N gasped, whipping her head to look at the boy. “How dare a 19-year-old leave the house without Mummy’s permission! Are you trying to give Helen a heart attack?” The two erupt into laughter, making Y/N grip her faded steering wheel cover even harder.

 “Come on, Dj Ed, why aren’t you playing music?” One of her hands found the AUX cord and threw it onto Edmund’s lap. He stares at it for a second before connecting his phone. “Play the playlist we listened to last time, I liked that one.”

The street lamps on the road became less and less frequent as they continued to drive further into the country. Edmund had never been in this direction before, at least to his knowledge; It was always hard to distinguish places at night. Y/N, however, was very familiar with where they were going. Living in such a small town, Y/N had ventured out as soon as she got a driver’s license in order to find any smidge of entertainment. That was when she found 16th Avenue. 

“Where are we going?” Edmund asked at last. He had to speak loudly over the music blasting through the speakers. 

Y/N made a left turn down a pitch-black dirt road, which appeared to be more of a ditch than a street. It was in the middle of two very large fields, one wheat, and one corn, which were illuminated by Comet’s headlights. It looked like the setting of a horror movie and seemed as though a monster was going to jump on the car at any moment. A nervous feeling filled Edmund’s lungs. 

“Welcome 16th avenue, Ed.” Y/N’s happy tone made her companion relax a bit. Not a lot, but a bit. 

“It looks like some possessed scarecrow is going to run across the road at any moment,” Edmund half-joked, fiddling with his backpack strap. 

Y/N giggled and pulled off the road and into the wheat field. The crops had been parted previously, it appeared, so there was a little path big enough for the hatchback to squeeze through. 

“Why would there be a possessed scarecrow? This town is much too boring for paranormal activity.”

The path soon widened into a large circle clearing and Y/N parked the car. Before turning off the engine, she opened the sunroof, rolled down the windows, and lowered her seat. 

“Lay your seat back, Pevensie,” Y/N instructed before getting out and opening the trunk. Edmund obeyed and watched as she circled the car to return to the driver’s seat. 

“Tada,” She bent her knees so she was laying back and her shins were resting against the steering wheel. “16th avenue, my favorite place ever.” 

“The stars are so bright out here,” Edmund gazed up in wonder at the twinkling lights above. Canis major was perfectly visible through the roof. 

“I know, it’s so far from the city so there’s no light.” Y/N turns her face to admire Edmund in the moonlight. 

Half of his face was dark, but the part of his skin that was visible was smooth and blemish-free. Y/N’s eyes traced the curve of his button-nose to his sharp jaw. It appeared angular and strong, but Y/N couldn’t help but think how soft it would be to touch. His eyelashes batted beautifully against his rosy cheeks and the freckles that dusted his nose matched the constellations above. Edmund moved his head to match Y/N’s gaze, a blissful smile tugging at his lips. 

“Do I have something on my face?” He mumbles, having felt Y/N’s eyes trace every visible piece of him. 

“Other than your cute freckles and strong jaw? Nothing,” Y/N spoke before she overthought her words. Tonight was about adventure and risks. 

Edmund’s already heat stained cheeks darkened, his smile growing. “Cute? You’re the cute one,” The warm summer breeze whistled in through the windows and rustled their hair. 

“Not even, not when you have a face like that and a body like-” She gestures towards his lying form. “-that.” Y/N’s eyes followed the lines of his legs and up his torso. She wished she knew that body as well as she knew her own.

Edmund seemed to take a breath, “You took me all the way out of town and into a wheat field to call me cute, is what you’re saying.” His bashful smile turned cocky as he quirked his head upwards.  

“Well, yes and no. I brought you here because I was tired of waiting.” Y/N sat up and turned so she could see Edmund. He followed suit quickly. 

“Waiting for what?” 

“To finally see what’s under that attitude of yours,”  

Ed swallows the lump in his throat and scoots a bit closer. It wasn’t much closer, due to the center console, but it was enough to make the point. 

“There have always been sparks between us, you can’t deny that, Ed. So, I brought you here to chase them. The sparks, I mean. I want to chase them with you, if you want to, of course.” Y/N’s eyes never left Edmund’s as she spoke. 

“God, I want to. Fucking hell.” 

Edmund leaned over the console to capture Y/N’s lips in a well overdue kiss; the kiss the pair had been dreaming about for months. The warm air stuck to their bodies as they held each other the best they could. Y/N’s hands ventured into Edmund’s messy curls and his thumb rubbed into her thigh. Y/N felt him smile into the kiss and move the hand up her leg. 

Y/N thanked the universe that they were in the middle of nowhere as she climbed over to join Edmund on the passenger side of the car. 

[spacesuitsforemergency]

Okay but the CoC passing around the aux cord during a drive, Carrie plus some emo shit, Ronan plays NWA, Eugene plays Bruno Mars, Lucy puts on slow jazz, Elazar puts on Linkin Park, Kitty plays WAP, then Nina puts on some random Viking song that’s in Norse and sounds like something you’d walk into battle to and the mood changes so quick-

[divineknowing2021]

press release

divine knowing is a group art exhibition on view March 25 - April 17, 2021, at City Lights Gallery, located at 265 Golden Hill Street in downtown Bridgeport, CT. Gallery hours are Wednesday - Friday, 12 - 5 pm and Saturday 12 - 4 pm. Curated by Natasha Kuranko, in recognition of Women’s Month, divine knowing hopes to instill confidence in all its visitors’ familiarity with their intuition, empathy, and emotional intelligence.

Biased assessments of women made through the modern western male gaze in disciplines such as cinema, art, medicine, anthropology, and psychology have included perceiving instances of hormonal shifts, emotional expression and passion as bouts of insanity. The word hysterical has been and is still used as a derogation. It is a term rooted in the now disavowed psychological disorder of hysteria, once believed to stem from a medical condition of the uterus. In the 2020 democratic presidential primary race, Andrew Yang and Marianne Williamson both ran for election although neither previously held an elected office. While the media praised Andrew Yang for his experience as a tech entrepreneur, Marianne Williamson was criticized for her lack of qualifications despite her lifelong career as a writer, political activist and spiritual advisor.

Intuition, more specifically “a women’s intuition,” are terms often used to label and diminish forms of knowledge gained outside logical reasoning, or the collection of supporting empirical evidence, as information that is illegitimate and not to be respected. divine knowing hopes to counteract the dominant social narrative by celebrating intuition’s role in the creative process. This exhibition features artists working in a variety of media from sculpture, painting, photography, digital collage, decoupage, drawing, performance, musical composition, and stop-motion, to name a few.

Some questions to ponder after or while viewing divine knowing... How does intuition weave its way throughout these sexist narratives?

How do artists of all genders employ intuition as they access information beyond the material five senses? How can not only artists, but we as a society, benefit from more commonly thinking at an intuitive and emotional level?

How does viewing the work of artists encourage us to trust our intuition and connect with aspects of our own embodied experiences?

Exhibition programming will include a live musical performance by Violet Hetson of Power Violets.

Exhibiting artists: Sierra Bagish, Chariot Birthday Wish, Rachel Brown, Kimberly Consroe, Anabelle Declement, Jes the Jem, Gla5, Gladys Harlow, Phoebe Hart, Violet Hetson, Mary Hunt, Pamela Kivi, Kendall Kolenik, Lucy Loffredo, Whitney Lorenze, Ellie Messa, Mari Ogihara, Ames Valaitis, Chardel Williams.

To request a viewing reservation email clgallerybpt@gmail.com Walk-ins may experience wait time due to pandemic capacity restrictions. divine knowing exhibition includes several sound pieces. The gallery asks you bring your own aux cord headphones if possible. Limited use of gallery headphones is available.

City Lights Gallery is a wheelchair-accessible building, in downtown Bridgeport, easily accessible by Metro-North, Port Jeff Ferry, I-95 and the Merritt Parkway. For any specific questions regarding accessibility, you may contact Suzanne Kachmar, clgallerybpt@gmail.com

City Lights & Company is a community based, nonprofit arts organization that serves the community through art. This takes on many forms, including outreach programs for youth and adults, and facilitating a downtown arts venue, hosting free exhibits, workshops and programs such as: spoken word, music, film. It is a goal to present relevant content and celebrate the rich culture and diversity of the greater Bridgeport area. Programs and exhibits reflect the full spectrum of artistic expression, featuring artists of all levels of experience and backgrounds, including local artists and artisans and those from around the world. A signature City Lights program is the Bridgeport Art Trail.

Admission to City Lights Gallery is free and open to the public.