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chelseeebe · 5 months ago

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jinx

18+ mdni. no smut but eddie is a grade a asshole to poor reader. mentions of weed and alcohol throughout. eddie munson x fem reader.

a/n: first off, anon i am sooo sooooo sorry it has taken me this long to fulfill your request!! i absolutely loved this request and am absolutely honoured that you came to me for it<33 i hope i've done it justice and that you still care to read this:') side note, i've updated my masterlist as i have slacked a bit but everything should be on there now ^.^

love me some chelseeebe angst—imagine fuckboy!eddie plays at the hideout right like regularly. reader starts frequenting his show days bc she likes him obviously but he starts noticing something. every time she comes in, something goes wrong. either he messes up a chord or cant see to flirt properly therefore no one ends up warming his bed as of late or something of the sort

his immediate first thought is ‘she’s a jinx!!!’ bc what other explanation could there be in his boy brain??? so he asks her to stop coming in. she does and yet he continues to mess up bc all he can think abt is her.

itd be so sexy if u added a moment of realization/angry love confession where in the middle of him being like you’ve bewitched me or something!!! he realizes hes the one obsessed with her.

.・。.・゜✭・.��✫・゜・。.

the party hums on in the background, a small group gathered outside to rob eddie blind, smoking away his entire supply.

robin giggles nonsensically into steve’s shoulder, too high for her own good.

“if you’re gonna smoke all my shit, the least you can do is come watch us tomorrow,” eddie had been nagging his friends to come down the hideout for months. they’d gathered a solid crowd now, not much but it was a start.

robin groans, nancy and jonathan shift in their seats, steve can barely muster enough energy to reply and argyle snores. hardly enthusiastic about his dreams.

“i’ll come,” you offer, bright-eyed as you smile politely at him from the floor.

a friend of a friend, someone robin met in class and had dutifully introduced to the group. he didn’t know you well, nor had he ever really cared to.

“i don’t think you’d like it, sweetheart” eddie retorts, flattered that you’d try and spare his feelings but he didn’t need your pity.

“why? you can’t be that bad,” chuckling quietly to yourself.

his eyes narrow, scoffing, “we’re not,” misunderstanding, or maybe just not caring to humour you back, “come if you want,” he shrugs nonchalantly, not as if any of his friends had offered to attend.

“okay,” nodding along, “i will.”

“alright,” turning his attention back to the embering joint glued to argyles fingers.

who cares if you come? eddie certainly doesn’t.

sure enough, the same couple dozen old drunks fill the bar, their glossy, zombie-like eyes stare back at him from the floor. he’d complain but beggars can’t be choosers and all that.

they’re partway through the second song when something reflects in his eye, a low-cut sequinned top that would definitely look better on the floor of his van.

it’s only when his eyes travel up that he realises it’s you who’s wearing that shirt, already looking straight back at him. a newfound look about you, thick lines of black line your eyes, worlds apart from the mousy girl who’d invited herself last night.

“and we’re-,” he sings, an abrupt case of dry mouth as the next line struggles to come out, “we’re.. uh,” the entire song erased from his memory within seconds.

he steps back from the mic, blinking rapidly in an attempt to trigger his voice though all he can see is you and that ridiculous top.

gareth’s head whips round, still strumming along before picking up eddie’s slack, continuing the lyrics on his own, not without a damning glare in eddie’s direction.

holy fuck.

he’s just, taken aback, that’s all. shocked that you’d even bother to come, less so put the effort in to actually look the part too.

his eyes don’t leave the back wall for the rest of the gig, practically stumbling through all of the songs as his head threatens to wander. trailing back to you only as they finish, walking off stage to down the harshest whisky the bar would allow.

you saunter over a couple minutes later, while eddie tries his hardest not to stare right down your shirt. he’s not certain that he won’t choke on his words if you speak to him.

“you were really good tonight,” you assure, smiling softly as his band mate turns to gawp.

“uh, yeah.. thanks,” eddie fumbles, gripping the neck of his beer bottle, “thanks for coming.”

there’s an aura surrounding you, like a wretched spell you’d evoked in him, turning him to a bumbling fool.

“i’m gonna head out..” gesturing to the door, “see you around,” waving your fingers coyly at him before disappearing.

his eyes linger at the door, wondering if maybe you’ll turn around and come back. not that he wants that. just curious as to why you’d come out just to see him play.

“now who the hell was that?” jeff ogles, receiving a swift elbow to the ribs from eddie and a loud oof as he clutches his side.

“a friend of a friend,” brushing him off, “don’t be weird about it,” jumping the gun to squash any sorts of ideas festering in his mind.

“you’re the only one being weird about it,” jeff retorts, grabbing his beer and shuffling off.

“i’m not being weird,” eddie calls from behind, “i’m not!”

okay maybe he was being a little weird.

who cares?

definitely not eddie.

this week, he feels more prepared to see you nodding along in the crowd, robin had joined you albeit looking less than impressed.

eddie’s killing it, at least he thinks. avoiding looking anywhere in your direction, keeping his gaze on the stumbling drunk at the back instead.

but the thoughts of you can’t help but creep into his mind, were you enjoying it? do you think he’s bad? why does he even care so much?

his hand slides down the neck of the guitar, playing the wrong chord entirely, his fingers curating a mind of their own.

fuck fuck fuck.

why does this keep happening?

gareth glares at him again, he had never been so frustrated with his idiot bandmate in his life. sure eddie liked to dick around in rehearsal but never on stage.

if eddie ever wanted a career in music, he needed to get a monumental grip on himself. weird girls he barely knew should not have the capacity to ruin his career.

after they clamber off stage, eddie makes a point of not going over to the two of you. no, you can come to him.

though he wishes you’d just be a little faster at it if he’s honest. too busy squished into a booth with one of the younger regulars to care about him.

heat rises in his chest, searing his cheeks a bright rouge, “-who is that?” gareth interrupts, bumping into his arm.

“who’s who?” eddie coughs, clearing his throat as his eyes snap back.

“that girl you’ve been staring at,” peering across the room to get a glimpse.

“i’m not staring at anyone,” abruptly turning his head in the opposite direction, proving to himself that he wasn’t staring, not really.

“you’re a liar,” gareth calls him on his bullshit immediately, “go talk to her! she’s hot,” scooting his friend along.

“no she’s not,” you looked good tonight, he’d give you that, “can everyone please just stop being weird about this? first jeff- now you? honestly, i don’t get it,” working himself into a frenzy over what really was nothing.

gareth’s eyes widen, scoffing at his melodramatic performance, “alright man.. calm down,” shaking his head in mild disgust.

eddie was totally calm, you know, apart from his heart pounding in his chest.

nothing major.

filthy, downright pornographic sounds fill his cramped van, certain that it was rocking side to side with the utter obscenity happening in the back.

chloe sits atop of his lap, tongues dancing around one another as she glides her hips back and forth. she was a regular, slightly older than eddie, at least he thinks, they’d made eyes a few times but only tonight had he gathered the courage to go and speak to her.

any other time, eddie would be rock solid, pinning her down and fucking her into the dusty floor. today, it’s just not happening.

his mind elsewhere, too preoccupied with nonsense to appreciate the opportunity at hand.

he's thinking about you and the fact you’d left the bar without ever coming over to him tonight. what the fuck was that about?

had he done something wrong?

he breaks apart from her mouth, heaving into the tiny gap between them, “i don’t know what’s going on..” he chuckles awkwardly, looking down at his useless dick, “normally something happens by now..”

she frowns, deep-set, showing her age more than before, “oh.”

he reaches down, furiously palming his cock through his jeans.

nothing. not even a twitch.

he wants to curl up and die. never in his three years of actually getting laid has this ever happened. eddie got hard at the drop of a pin, he’d only have to think about boobs and his jeans would shift.

so why the fuck wasn’t it working tonight?

“i’m gonna go,” chloe scowls, clambering over his legs, gathering her bag while not even attempting to hide her disappointment.

eddie shoots up, pathetically crawling after her, desperate not to let her go.

“it’s not me!” he screams out, watching helplessly as she crawls out of the van, “it’s you!”

no.

“wait no! shit, that’s not what i meant,” peeking out of the van to find the empty parking lot, zero women to be found, “fuck sake.”

left to wallow in his self-pity, alone, in the back of his dirty van.

just as he deserved.

if this was some karmic intervention, telling him to be a better person, he certainly wasn’t paying it any attention.

another party meant another night of eddie trying to understand why the hell you had such an effect on him.

it’s not even like you’re doing anything particularly riveting, sat with your drink in hand, nodding along to robin’s story.

he can’t stand it.

you have to go.

maybe not like that, but he had to put some distance between you. there’s no way he could keep his sanity while you were still a constant in his life.

eddie sidles over, feeling like the smartest guy in the room. he could do this, separate himself from you and your clutches and go back to playing as he once did.

you smile upon him appearing, sickly and sweet. it makes his heart thump in the weirdest way.

“oh.. hey,” playing this entirely nonchalantly, “i just thought i’d let you know that we’re not playing next week,” lying through his teeth, guilt ridden but really, it was necessary if he wanted to play a gig without fucking up the entire time.

“oh,” sounding somewhat disappointed, “okay.. how come?”

shit.

he can’t think of a single valid reason as to why they wouldn’t be playing.

“jeff’s sick.. real bad,” feeling even more guilty for lying about his friends health, wondering if he’s cursing jeff as you did him, “might even be a couple weeks off at this point.”

eddie was a terrible person.

but so were you.

bewitching him under some spell, forcing him to play terribly and embarrass himself in front of women

you’ve jinxed him. a bad omen cursing him to play like a fucking amateur. that’s the only logical explanation his pea brain can conjure up anyway.

that meant you had to stay away from the shows, from him preferably.

he couldn’t understand why you have this effect on him, why your mere presence has him becoming a floundering fool. you don’t intimidate him, not even close.

it’s almost as if he cares too much about what you think, to the extent that he overthinks it so hard that he fucks up.

a curse that could only be broken with some distance between you. that way he could focus on the show instead of you and your doe eyes reflecting off of the stage lights.

that’s what he’s praying for anyway.

eddie despises wednesday’s. itching to get his classes over and done with so he can get his small taste of stardom on that tiny hideout stage.

at some point over the last few weeks of you being an omnipotent presence in his life, he’d grown accustomed to crossing paths with you before the gig.

crossing campus with your chin tucked down, arms wrapped tight around your books. typically only sharing a smile or a short nod.

but this week you saunter over, resembling a frightened deer even more than usual.

he pulls his headphone from his ear, anticipating whatever nonsensical, vaguely cute thing you were going to say.

“hey,” he nods, a coy smile.

even now you have his palms sweating, overthinking whether he should’ve said hi or hello instead.

“you didn’t have to lie to me,” you start, brows furrowed, “it’s fine if you don’t want me to go to your gigs anymore, i don’t care,” a disappointed frown plaguing your normally cheerful face. “i thought i liked you eddie, really- but i don’t know anymore.. you’re not a good person.”

you turn to walk off before he can even compute your words.

oh shit.

“wait!” he calls but it’s useless, “i didn’t- i wasn’t- fuck.”

it was unthinkably cruel, he didn’t think you’d ever find out. and maybe that was his problem, assuming you didn’t care enough to find out.

guilt addles his chest, weighing heavy on his heart. for good reason too.

eddie was an asshole. a true, grade-a asshole that wayne would positively despise him for.

wait wait wait.

you liked him?

absolutely not. no way. that wasn’t what this was about.

or it’s not supposed to be.

no, this was some adolescent feud, a confusing, one-sided, friendship that he couldn’t get a grip on.

you didn’t like him. girls like you weren’t supposed to.

it’s not at all surprising that he plays like absolute shit tonight too.

guilt ridden for forcing your hand, for making you look at him like that. as if he were the worst person to walk the earth.

shit, maybe he was.

kind hearted people didn’t lie and deceive. no, kind hearted people came to gigs they obviously didn’t give a shit about. kind hearted people feigned interest in boring spiel about weed strains and whatever the fuck else eddie jabbered on about at parties.

you, you were kind. kinder than he deserved.

gareth slaps him harshly on the back the second they’re back behind the curtain, a scornful yet pitying scowl on his face, “look man,” he begins, “i dunno what’s going on with you but i don’t know how much longer they’re gonna let us play here if you keep playing like that.”

eddie sighs, because he knows this. he’s well aware that his performances have been lacklustre for weeks now. he just doesn’t really understand why.

at first he thought it was just because you were there, a distance friend who would feed back to his friends about how good, or bad, he was.

but that wasn’t it.

you were there, and then you weren’t. and he still played like shit.

somewhere entangled deep within his wretched heart, he thinks that maybe he just wanted to impress you.

a nice girl, cares about her studies way more than he does, pretty too and you didn’t look at him like he was just some out of touch stoner with crazy dreams of his band getting big.

you were polite, listening to his wacky stories and dreams of playing for thousands, in fact, you encouraged them, more than his friends ever had for sure.

eddie’s not sure if, or how, he’ll ever be able to make amends for how he’s treated you.

he’s making himself sick with worry. guilt wracking his brain.

you don’t turn up that night, obviously.

eddie’s eyes mindlessly search the crowd for any hint of you. his fingers failing to correspond with the rest of band, always playing a beat behind.

you had infected him, ruined his once masterful skill to just a shell of what it once was.

he doesn’t lay opportunity for the boys to speak to him again, rushing out of the bar as soon as his guitar is back in her case.

there’s only one place he can think about going.

a few months back, you’d hosted robin’s birthday party there and eddie had disgraced your bathroom with a girl he can’t even remember now.

his fist bangs on the door, hoping the light in the upstairs window was you and not one of your roommates he’d have to shamefully apologise to.

the orange light cascades over your face, peeking out from the barely cracked door with a frown that would scare any man off.

“what’re you doing?” you spit, looking backwards in hopes he hadn’t woken the entire house up.

“listen,” he sighs, “i’m real sorry about.. you know, lying to you,” his shoulders slumped over themselves, “but i just- i can’t fucking play when you’re there, can’t play when you’re not,” sounding utterly pathetic, begging for you to cure him from this sudden sickness. “i don’t know what to do anymore,” dragging his hand over his face.

rightfully earning his spot as the worlds biggest fucking loser, stood on your doorstep begging for an answer.

when he opens his eyes enough to look at you, you’re scowling back at him. nothing like how he had planned this situation in his head.

he’d hoped that miraculously you’d understand, accept his apology and somehow still feel the same as you had.

because that was it, really.

too terrified to face the fact that he liked you too.

somewhere in his heart of hearts he’d known it from the start. that’s why his heart fluttered when you’d volunteered to come or why he’d struggled to even touch anyone else.

“what do you want me to say?” shrugging, “i won’t come back, that’s fine,” he wishes you’d just follow the script he’d curated for you.

eddie doesn’t want you to stop coming, he never had. it’s killing him that you even believed that, twisting the knife in his chest further and further the more your bottom lip juts out and your eyes water.

“actually, maybe it’s best if we don’t talk anymore,” you suggest, throwing him completely off kilter.

woah.

that wasn’t at all what he wanted nor was he trying to say. he just couldn’t gather the actual words he needed to express that to you.

petrified that he’d admit to his feelings and you’d just turn around and laugh, how could someone like you ever like such a cruel man?

“wait no, that’s not what i meant-,” bargaining with you for a little time to explain himself, though you definitely didn’t owe him any.

“-thanks for coming eddie, i’ll see you around,” flashing him a crestfallen smile before abruptly closing the door in his face.

public humiliation was truly the only way eddie could think to make it up to you.

well that and maybe a little big nudge from robin.

he’d rather stupidly asked about you on saturday night, confused why you weren’t there alongside robin, who had very quickly got him in check.

“why do you think dumbass?” she snapped, snarling her teeth at him, “you were an asshole and now she’s doesn’t want to come anymore,” her glare powerful and harsh, "i'd say you were lucky she didn't punch you in the face."

he’d deserve it.

it had taken weeks of convincing to get you anywhere near the hideout again. not to mention the hundreds in free weed he’d had to bribe robin with to get her to help.

you stand in a dark corner, hands folded against your chest, puzzled and irritated by robin’s incessant begging to get you here.

“there’s someone here that i wanna apologise to,” his eyes don’t find you as easy this time, after weeks of missing your presence, he’s not used to you actually being in the crowd again, “if you know us, you know i can be a bit of an asshole sometimes, uh..” they find you, the lump only growing in his throat, “i’m sorry,” tunnel vision blocking out every other body in the room, “i’m really, really sorry.”

you blink, staring back at him like a deer caught in headlights. it makes him a little bit nauseous to recall how dreadfully he’d treated you, how you deserved absolutely none of it.

your gaze lowers, and eddie can’t decide how to take it. he wouldn’t blame you if you decided to never forgive him, but he also couldn’t take it if you didn’t.

his voice cracks a little as he speaks, “this is.. uh, we’re corroded coffin,” stepping back from the mic to gather his thoughts before the drum comes crashing in.

eddie plays the best he’s potentially ever played.

a force overcoming him to prove that he truly wasn’t as much as a loser as he’s shown himself to be.

usually, he couldn’t wait to be off that stage and to the bar but today he’s dreading it.

knowing that you’re somewhere out there waiting for an explanation.

or maybe you weren’t. he wouldn’t blame you if you’d decided to leave soon after he’d embarrassed himself with that shitty apology.

gareth runs up behind him, using his shoulders to launch himself into the air, “holy shit! that was amazing!” the boy presses a slobbery kiss to his cheek before continuing, “whatever the hell you did, keep doing it because that was insane!” running off past eddie to grab his weekly complimentary beer.

a sudden sickness fills his stomach, slyly hoping that he could slip out of here before anyone else noticed him.

you stand across the bar, waiting to catch his eye with your lips curled only ever-so-slightly.

eddie’s limbs go stiff, still entranced by your jinx. by you.

your eyes trail away to the door as his follow, shuffling your way through the bustling crowd.

his legs carry him without a second thought, out into the cool night as his eyes frantically search for you.

he finds you perched against the crumbling stone wall a few feet from the entrance, just far enough away from the prying eyes of the smoking patrons.

“i didn’t think you’d ever come back here,” is all he can say, feet trailing along the gravel.

the streetlight glistens orange from your eyes, staring up at him from your perch, “i didn’t want to,” your smile only growing as he nears, “robin made me.”

“oh,” it wasn’t as if he didn’t know that or that he didn’t orchestrated the entire thing, it just felt odd to hear it from your mouth.

“i’m glad i came,” you clarify, allowing him to finally release the breath held tight in his chest.

eddie dares to move closer, sitting back on the brick just inches away, “yeah?”

you nod, the great big smile he’d forced away making a return at last, “yeah.”

suddenly the air feels thick, it was easier apologising on stage, those people didn’t know him, they didn’t care. but now, sat here in front of you, it feels like he’s swallowing knives.

“i’m really sorry for making you feel that way,” though it sounds meaningless now the damage was done, “i don’t know if you still care about me at all, but i- um,” his throat runs dry, clamping his eyes shut. it felt easier that way, somehow, “i think the reason why i was such.. an asshole,” the light flickers through his eyelids again, deciding that you at least deserved to see him, “fuck,” he exclaims, staring back at your confused expression.

“it’s okay,” soothing even now, “you don’t have to explain yourself to me,” a twinge of sadness running through your tone.

“no, no i do,” eddie persists. he’d fumbled once, he couldn’t do it again. “shit man,” he sighs, “i’m trying to tell you that i like you too, or maybe not too, i know i was an ass and i don’t deserve your forgiveness-,” your lips cuts him off mid-mumble, surging forward to press them against his blathering ones.

he has to blink a couple times, taking in whatever the fuck was happening to him.

you pull back, disappointed that his brain had been to fuzzy to focus on kissing you back. too preoccupied with trying not to explode and paint you in red.

“really eddie.. it’s okay,” returning to your usual reserved self while his brain still struggles to compute.

“can we do that again?” he asks politely, keeping the bubbling excitement to a minimum.

you laugh, a real, throaty laugh, something he hadn’t heard in weeks, “only if you promise to stop talking,” leaning in once more, the rigid wall suddenly feeling like it was about to collapse from underneath him.

your soft, cherry-tinted lips press against his forehead a second time, allowing him to gather his brain from a pile of mush on the floor just enough to actually kiss you back. a tender hand reaching out to caress his stubbly cheek, sending shockwaves through his limbs.

you’re interrupted again by a loud whoop from behind, robin clapping wildly as she emerges from the bar, “now you two have kissed and made up, can we go home now?”

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nab1wuzhere · 1 month ago

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Magnetic

“You wouldn’t look at me.”

“I saw plenty.”

“In my eyes.”

“…Does it matter?”

summary:

Bakugo Katsuki, No. 3 Hero in the charts, massive amounts of tan girls, always invited to galas, events, and even award shows along side his peers, but he has never once gotten a dating scandal in his whole career. Has never even looked in a woman's direction. So you can be certain he won't change his actions when artist Y/N is invited to sing at a private Christmas Gala hosted for hero's to celebrate the season and a year well done of duties...right?

Singer, artist, model Y/N, has it all. Looks, wealth, awards, friends, family, and boyfriends.. her music revolves around her relationships and past relationships along with her mental health that she speaks about through her music. She gets asked to gigs almost every day but few are lucky to book her, when her team gets a request for the Christmas Hero Gala which is highly exclusive, she immediately agrees to entertaining the hero's, excited for the night she doesn't realize she caught a certain man's attention in the back of the crowd..

• slow burn - secret pining - romance - bold Y/N, shy Katsuki - vice versa - celebrity!y/n x aged up!katsuki

• following contains, eventual smut, mentions of suicide, alcohol, mental illness, heavy party scenes and probably more !

• 18+ only!! this is your warning

• the rest of the celebrities mentioned in this series i do not take credit for, and the songs mentioned all writing ownership belongs to them! i do not take credit except for this fan fiction!

!! just a friendly reminder this is all fake, simply my imagination placed into writing !!

Chapter one

intro

After Kirishima left Katsuki alone in his hotel, Katsuki much to his dismay went through a whole social media dive on Y/N. Research, is what he told himself when he scrolled through her Instagram. Photo dumps from her and her friends, including a few actors Katsuki was familiar with, a picture of her dog, Bell, a candid photo of her in the studio, headphones placed on her head.. 'She's pretty' he thought but quickly brushed it away.

Yeah, Katsuki was extremely private when it came to his love life, so what? Was that a crime? Not at all, he had a disgust for the media and he sure as hell didn't want strangers all up in his personal life, it's how he has always been even from his UA days.

All of a sudden his phone started blowing up from the group chat he had with his friends. Kirishima sent a video from some Hollywood website, headlined "Y/N seen getting off at an airport in Japan". the video showed Y/N in a baseball cap wearing all black and a few bodyguards surrounding her, screams were blasting from his phone, flashes bouncing off her as she walked keeping her head down.

"For fucks sake.." Katuski scowled at the video, where's the humanity in following someone around? God he hated paparazzi.

Buzz Buzz.

Shitty Hair - OH GOD! this was today! she's here in Japan!

Raccoon Eyes - EEEK! I CAN'T WAIT FOR TOMORROW, WHAT DO YOU THINK SHE'LL WEAR?!?!

Bob Head - oh god! that's a lot of pap.. i hope she's okay :(

Nerd - Yeah.. I'm sure someone like her is used to it but, wouldn't that get a little draining?

He hated to admit it, but Deku was right, shit, having people scream your name everywhere you go has got to get tiring.

Shitty Hair - yeah, I'm sure it is tiring, but that's what you get in that industry, hell guys even we get that

Shitty Hair - …but seriously, I think she's gonna wear black

Pump Legs - She's definitely wearing red

Raccoon eyes - I SECOND THAT!!!!!

Shitty Hair - NO?!?

Shitty Hair - Katsuki! what do you think?

- i’m not participating.

Dunce Face - the obvious answer is green

Pump Legs - Wanna bet?

Shitty Hair - KATSUKIIIIIII

- white.

Shitty Hair - WHITE?!

Bob Head - waaaiiiittt cause i can see it..

Aaaand that was Katsuki's queue to exit the group chat, he scoffed to himself and was just about to go shower but curiosity got the best of him. He groaned before googling her name. Pictures and articles popped up of her when one of them caught his eye. "BREAKUP?! Y/N and Cole Malter’s 1 year relationship comes to a CLOSE" Katsuki's interest was peaked and he clicked on the link, scrolling down pictures of Y/N at red carpets were displayed, a tall guy with black hair and a cocky look in his eye was seen standing next to her. A very obvious grip on her waist. Katsuki narrowed his eyes and thought, ‘Who even is this guy?’ before realizing he was an actor on a popular sci-fi show Deku was once talking to Sero about during one of their movie nights. He could tell immediately this Cole guy was an asshole, just by the way his lips curved up into a smug grin and again that tight possessive grip on Y/N's waist. Katuski glanced over at Y/N trying to read her expression but was only met with a bright smile that creased the corner of her eyes a little.

Scrolling down on the article, according to a source Cole's very “open” drug addiction was one of the reasons for the split. A video was attached bellow showing Y/N and Cole late at night in LA by a crosswalk, Cole was clearly drunk out of his mind as he threw himself on her while laughing. Y/N's face was anything but happy. You see her shaking her head at him before turning him as she spoke, Cole throws his arms up in a defensive way, but Y/N keeps at it. She moves her hands in a expressive manner as Cole lights up a cigarette, seconds later he puffs smoke directly in her face..

Y/N stands there no longer speaking and turns back in front of her with a blank expression on her face, Cole laughing, no remorse shown. The video ends there.

Katsuki scrolls to the comments,

user62946: omfg it's so obvious he's high on TOP of being drunk.

y/nforpresident: what an ASS. I would've dumped him too.

maggieisabbi: when I see stuff like this I always think if people were dropped on their head as baby

reply/user72048: LOLLLLLL

kentuckyfriedchicken: didn't he just get out of rehab too??? how long has this been going on

deluluisthesolulu: I feel awful for her, my partner for 3 years was a druggie, by far most draining experience EVER. glad she got out when she did.

Kastuki shut his phone off after reading a couple more comments. A pang of sympathy rushed through him for her, he immediately clocked it and shook his head, he has no relation to her, tomorrow night will be the first and last time they ever crossed paths.

"Why do I even care?"

Y/N was awoken by a knock on her door, her manager, Crystal and long time best friend came through after announcing it was her. Y/N groaned dramatically when Crystal pulled the curtains open, the sun stinging her eyes immediately.

"CRYSTALLL."

"Wake up hun, we gotta get you ready for tonight."

Y/N's eyes opened at that, when her team got a request for her performance a month ago she was thrilled to say the least, she loved gala's and being able to have more domestic performances like she was just another girl with a voice.

"Uh?? Hello!! Yes!", was the first thing she said when Crystal pitched the idea to her.

Y/N was a big fan of the heroes and felt like her dreams were coming true when she realized she would meet some of her favorite ones! Not realizing they were just as excited to meet her.

After an hour of hair she was now sat down on a high chair, her makeup team working away their magic, she texted her mom letting her know how the preparations were going. A text came up from Cole, Y/N stared at it her stomach swarming with anxiety, she swiped the text away not even bothering to read what he had texted. With a deep breath she shut her phone off and focused on getting ready.

"Was that Cole?", Crystal asked with a hint of worry.

Y/N shook her head, "Doesn't matter, when I go back to LA I'll deal with him then.."

Cyrstal stayed silent, fiddling with her bracelet, "Just.. be careful? This isn't the first time he's come crawling back and-"

"I've got it handled Crys."

"-No I know it's just.." she sighed looking deeply into Y/N's eyes, "guard yourself, don't succumb back into what he wants."

Y/N extended a hand, holding Crystals hand with a small squeeze, "I won't."

Crystal smiled, “Good, now chop chop people we have to be out the door and on our way to the venue in less than thirty minutes!!”

Y/N smiled, Crystal completely back on manager duty, her mind went back to Cole, thinking about the last in person conversation they had.. Cole was almost on his knees asking her not to leave him, but she was too tired to continue on with him and his actions, she didn’t care about her image, if Cole needed her by his side during his recovery out of his addiction she would, and she was, but he just wasn’t meeting her halfway, and in the end the only person getting hurt was her.

“Hey babes?”, Kelly, her makeup artist spoke up, “I’m intrigued, who are you most excited to meet tonight?”

Y/N was pulled out of her daze and smiled brightly, “Now there’s a question I want to be asked! ..Hmm, honestly? I adore Red Riot, his quirk is so coool!! His whole friend group seems like such sweet people”

Crystal jumped in, “Oh yeah, i read somewhere they all went to the same hero school, UA or something”

Kelly nodded, “Yeah the top 3 hero’s are in that group as well… gonna be completely blunt, that Shoto hero…? Such a good looking guy”

Y/N snickered while Crystal laughed, “Oh my gosh let’s talk about it, that guy you mentioned Y/N, Red Riot? He could do whatever he wanted to me and I’d thank him”

“Haha-! What the hell Crystal?!”

Crystal and Kelly laughed along with some of the other staff working who overheard the girls conversation

After Kelly stopped laughing she asked, “What about you? Who do you find attractive from all the hero’s?”

Y/N shook her head, “No way in hell am i answering that-”

“Awww come onnnn!”

“No!”

“Please?!”

Y/N sighed, a small smile betraying her, “Uhm.. well Dynamight’s pretty cute-”

A squeal from the two girls pierced Y/N’s eardrums, “Oh my god shut up both of you! Aren’t we on a time crunch? I’m still with the same unblended concealer I had five minutes agooo!”

Crystal shook her head grinning before clapping her hands and ordering people around, Y/N smiled as a giggle escaped her and Kelly.

“Isn’t Dynamight the really loud and brash one? I heard he once cussed out a reporter on live television”

Y/N nodded, “Yeahh.. but that reporter did ask him a really stupid, out of the box question, so i think it’s completely valid”

“Yeah but doesn’t he like hate is fans or something? Anytime he’s at fan signs he always look so miserable”

Y/N pressed her lips, “You know he once saved two children from an apartment complex that was on fire and was about to crumble within seconds? He even helped an old lady at the grocery store cross the road because she was afraid to make cars stop for long just so she could go?” she paused for a moment, “Does he sometimes come off as loud? aggravated? mean? yeah, but so do we, that man has seen things and experienced things we couldn’t even imagine,” she ends with a shrug, “I’m just not convinced he’s truly like that”

Later into the evening Y/N was behind a secluded corner, preparing herself as she was about to go on stage and sing for the heroes she peaked out a curtain to see everyone gathered around, shes preformed in front of filled to the brim stadiums, always feeling confident beforehand and right about now she needed some of that confidence.

This was a more domestic appearance, they didn’t come here to see her, she came here to be the one to bring on a show for them and bring it well.

“You are 3 minutes till entrance Ms Y/N”, spoke out a tech staff that was helping for the night, she thanked them and noticed they were still lingering, “Is something the matter?”

“Oh! No- no i just- well, could i get a picture?”

Y/N smiled, “Of course!”

She finished up with the staff and began to take deep breaths to ease her stress

Suddenly microphone feedback rang in the air and a rough voice spoke out, it was All Might, one of the greatest hero’s about to make a speech.

“Ahem, hello everyone good evening, it’s good to see everyone here and thriving.” applause erupted, “As you know this year was filled with its challenges, hardships and struggles.. a lot of you have been placed in situations where some of us couldn’t handle. Some were forced to make difficult decisions, some of us easy ones.., but at the end of it we completed what we chose to do, and that was make the world a safer place.” applause filled the room a second time, “Now, it is time to relax, celebrate the holiday season, enjoy friends and old faces we haven’t seen in a while and most of all, pat one another on the back for yet another great year of hero work!!” some heroes let out whistles and cheers

“Now i won’t bore you any longer and skip to the part i know we all.. have been waiting for, ladies and gentlemen! Please give a loud and warm welcome to the woman who is by far the voice of this generation.. Ms Y/N!!”

Y/N’s heart felt like it got squeezed at the lovely compliment given to her, All Might stepped off the stage and the lights going completely off, a few gasps let out, she walked out onto the stage, careful not to trip, standing in front of the mic stand, her iconic jeweled microphone in her hand.

Flash

The lights came back on in an instant revealing Y/N standing in a beautiful while shimmer dress, her curled hair draping down her back, her cheeks rosy, her eye shadow glittering from the lights, a smile peaking out from her glossy lips.

“Heroes how we doing tonight!?”

Applause was not hesitated the minute she spoke. As the music began to play, a familiar christmas chime filling everyone’s ears, Y/N looked around the crowd seeing everyone’s faces and smiling before her eyes locked on dark red ruby ones, the eyes no doubt belonged to him.. Katsuki Bakugo.

authors note:

never in my whole time of being here on tumblr would i ever think i would have the guts to publish something, and when i finally do it received a lot of love and attention! (at least in my eyes)

seriously all the love from the intro made me so happy and i’m glad you all love it!! as requested here is a taglist! comment if you want to be added as well :}

ps. look out for a moodboard i’ll be posting! ;}

@d1orhaz3 @stoned-anime-babe @yjploum @penguinsravioli @mutsu422 @anonymity-222

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 4 months ago

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Put it in your mouth

Written for @steddiesmuttyseptember, week 1

Prompts: Make-Up Sex & Pillow Princess

Words: 1,191

Tags: Friends to lovers; Idiots to lovers; Anal Fingering; Oral Sex; Anal Sex; Power Bottom Steve; Service Top Eddie

Notes: Eddie "Foot in Mouth" Munson strikes again. He's putting so many things in his mouth in this one. Get it? (God, I'm hilarious.) 🤭

The sky is turning bright when Eddie crunches to a brake in Steve's driveway. He swings open his door and is halfway up the front porch when he stops.

He shouldn't be here, the nagging voice at the back of his mind says. Between the jitters before the tv gig and interview and everything that happened after, he hasn't slept in close to forty-eight hours. He can't exactly be trusted to make rational decisions, and even if he could, who's saying Steve wants to see him?

Eddie curses, replaying the memory that has been plaguing him the entire way here. He called Steve the second he returned to the hotel, grinning from ear to ear like the idiot that he is.

“Did you watch it?” he blurted the moment the call connected.

“Yeah,” Steve said. The curt answer could've clued Eddie in, but he was still high on adrenaline and applause, so it didn't.

“I dunno about you,” he sing-songed, flopping down on the bed and twirling the phone cord. “But I'd say that went pretty fucking fantastic.”

“Fantastic?” Steve repeated dryly. “Yeah, right. Glad you think so, you fucking asshole.”

Eddie stopped playing with the cord.

“Stevie?” he croaked. “What's wrong?”

Steve laughed. “If you don't know that, you're dumber than I thought.”

Then he hung up. Eddie was left in his hotel room, staring dumbly at the receiver. When he tried to call back, Steve didn't pick up.

Eddie wasted the better part of an hour lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. Why was Steve mad at him? Ever since the beginnings of their unlikely, Upside Down forged friendship, he'd been fervently supportive of Eddie’s music. Showing up to his gigs, listening until late into the night while Eddie worked on new songs. Hell, he'd probably been more nervous about this whole thing than Eddie, seeing him off with a lingering hug and a promise to talk to him later.

It must’ve been something he said at the interview, but what? Eddie scowled as he rehashed every single question and answer.

Where did he get the inspiration for his songs? He’d spouted some bullshit about ostracization and alienation and smalltown conventions, because the truth would’ve meant breaking about a million NDAs.

Was he excited about the upcoming tour and album? Yes, obviously, he couldn’t wait to see all those different places, play in front of all sorts of people.

Was there somebody at home rooting for him? A special girl maybe? Nope, nobody, he was happily single and planning on staying that- … wait.

Eddie shot up from the bed so suddenly he gave himself vertigo, letting out a very loud and very colorful string of swear words. In the room next to his, someone banged on the wall, asking if he had any clue what time it was. Eddie didn't. He also didn't pause to find out.

Now, a hasty check-out and one speed-limit-defying drive later, he’s staring at Steve’s front door, all previous courage slowly seeping out of him.

Maybe he got this all wrong. Maybe he's imagining this. He has experience with imagining things - has spent countless nights fantasizing about what it would feel like, touching Steve as more than a friend. The feel of Steve’s lips, the taste of Steve’s skin. Maybe he should leave, come back with a clear head tomorrow, so that they can talk this over like the sensible adults they-

“Shit, Eddie?”

The door is open, spilling light onto the porch. At the center of it, nail bat in one hand, disheveled hair back-lit in caramel and gold, is Steve. He's in his sleep clothes - checkered boxers and one of Eddie’s old band shirts that he stole months ago. Those pretty eyes are large with surprise, but when Eddie takes a hesitant step towards him, Steve’s expression closes off.

“I don't believe you,” he mutters, and makes to close the door. Eddie acts on impulse alone, bridging the distance and wedging his foot into the crack. Steve glowers at him. “What the fuck do you want?”

“You,” Eddie breathes , and closes the gap.

From one second to the next, all of his doubts evaporate, because this right here? This is all he's ever wanted. They crash into the wall of the foyer, nail bat clattering to the floor, and Eddie spends a glorious few minutes reveling in the heady rush of Steve’s lips on his, Steve's mouth opening for his tongue, Steve’s nails clawing into his back.

When they part, Steve is deliciously flushed, lips shiny and slightly parted, ragged puffs of breath tickling Eddie’s skin.

“Want you,” Eddie repeats. “Fuck, Stevie, I've wanted you for so long. I'm such an idiot, I never-”

“Prove it then,” Steve says. His arms loop around Eddie’s neck, slotting them further together, and Eddie gasps as his cock presses against his thigh - a long, hard weight through the thin fabric of his shorts. “If you want me so much, show me just how desperate you are.”

“More. Deeper. C'mon, or are you tired already?”

Eddie moans around an aching jaw. He isn't tired, he's in heaven. There's drool running down his chin, his tongue and neck and shoulders are on fire, but Steve is here with him, sprawled against the headboard like a king, spread out for him like a feast.

Steve fists one hand into the curls at the back of his head, shoving him back down on his cock, and Eddie swallows him down in one greedy gulp, eager to show his devotion. Looking up at Steve through tear-clouded eyes, he pushes his fingers deeper inside, curling them to hit that sweet spot. Steve gasps and clenches around him, eyes fluttering shut, head tipping back to reveal that long neck. The taste of precum floods Eddie’s tongue, salty and delicious, and he moans around the cock lodged in his throat. Lust coils painfully in his stomach, shooting up his spine like red-hot sparks, and his naked cock throbs with it.

“Please,” he says, pulling off with an obscene, wet sound. Steve looks down at him, brows raised, eyes bright and glassy with arousal. “Please, Stevie, I need-”

“Huh,” Steve says, and Eddie can tell he's trying to sound unimpressed, even with the way it comes out around a shaky moan. “You think you've earned it?”

Eddie smiles.

“Me?” he says. He swirls his tongue around Steve’s leaking tip, reveling in the whine he gets when he pulls his fingers out. “Oh, honey, this isn't about me. This is all about you.”

He licks and bites his way up Steve's hip bones, his stomach, that glorious chest and neck, drinking in every little gasp, every shuddering breath.

“All that time you spent waiting for me to finally get it? I think you've earned it. You deserve to be spoiled rotten. You deserve to feel so good. Please, baby, let me make you feel good.”

“Asshole,” Steve says, but this time, it's full of fondness. “You always know what to say, huh?”

“Not always,” Eddie murmurs against his mouth, greedily swallowing Steve’s moan as he pushes in. “Only when it matters most.”

More smutty September

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #steddie brainrot #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #hype's smutty september #steddie smutty september

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six-eyed-samurai · 4 months ago

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DIALING...

Silly reasons the Tokyo Rev Boys have dialed you for based off…actual reasons…people have called me for…

🌸Takemitchy calls you for conversation, which suddenly turns to school and "WAIT DON'T WE HAVE A TEST TOMORROW?". Obviously the both of you panic and whip out your books, meaning to study together via phone call but also simultaneously realize you've forgotten the topic...and which class it was for. The rest of the call is just sitting in panicked silence, punctuated with the occasional "We're so screwed."

🌸It’s canon Izana plays guitar! Do you ever think he writes his own songs as well? Maybe, and that's why he calls you in the middle of the night to tell you about it, wanna hear it, oh am I bothering you, it's fine you don't have to listen now (and you'll say “I SAID I'D LISTEN TO IT AND I WILL KUROKAWA NOW SING.”), any suggestions for improvements? And then somehow it spirals into the both of you doing your utmost best to be off key, off tune and completely ruin the song with as many voice cracks as possible.

🌸Chifuyu, bless his heart, calls you out of the blue with no prior warning, at an inconvenient time and scares you enough for a heart attack, but he doesn't realize it, too intent on forcing you to watch the latest anime trailer for the both of your favourite manga with him after you say you can't load the video. He’s downright scandalized, and in his defense he did text you about what he was going to do - only you hadn’t understood he meant call as in call now. I mean, at least the both of you got a kick out of it as he shares his screen, so win-win?

🌸I think Inupi would call you for no particular reason other than to be in your company. You both don't say much but somehow the call spirals to a three hour dial. Whenever one of you gets up you'll flip the camera to show the other where you’re going or what you’re doing. Inupi likes to think it’s like the both of you are having lunch together, doing that jigsaw puzzle together, doing the dishes together…it’s alright if you spend two thirds of the time in silence, your company is enough for him.

🌸Koko calls you for a venting session! He rants about the idiots he’s encountered, his worries, the gang, money problems, boasts on how much he’s made today, stuff he’s bought you, anything really. He knows he could’ve just texted you about it but it’s a lot more personal for him if you pick up and reply back talking, but occasionally he does feel bad he keeps calling you - although you assure him you love it! You do, really, because in turn you get to vent about whatever’s on your mind and Koko always has the best reactions (damn if that girl hasn’t been an absolute bxxch, nooo, she did what now?). He’s like a gal pal and a boyfriend combined.

🌸You’re the one to call Baji, actually, because it’s the only way to get him to study with you if you’re not free to go to his place. You put up with his complaining and force him to answer a bunch of quizzes. The study session goes great for the first half….then somehow you both get sidetracked when Baji says he’s bored and leaves to make yakisoba. You make him take the phone with him and it could’ve been romantic, both of you making noodles from your ends of the line! But no, Baji ends up getting distracted flirting with you and overcooks it into a mushy mess that has you gagging and hanging up on him.

🌸Ran and you call for normal-people reasons like chatting or studying, but more often than not Ran’s childish nature has him more interested in playing with the phone call’s filters (if let’s say you’re using apps like Instagram) and making you pose with him before screenshotting - by the way, you’re the one doing that, because Ran has TERRIBLE timing when it comes to taking photos. If there’s those filters that let you draw on your screen self, oh man does Ran love doodling moustaches, beards, cat ears, the whole gig. If you don’t call him handsome he gets pouty and threatens to hang up or leak that ugly screenshot of you when the phone froze from lag.

🌸With no apology to your ears, Sanzu will call you at 3 a.m. in the morning to either a) make the most terrifying/fart noises known to mankind or b) bombard you with meaningless philosophical questions that made you get out of bed and actually Google them. Of course he doesn’t do this all the time, mostly when he’s high as a kite. Yet you KNOW for a fact he’s sober that night when he suddenly dialed your number and when you picked up, dead silent until the most unholiest rendition of your favorite song is being sung (read: screamed) out. You yelp and hang up, but not before you hear him cackling.

🌸He’s the sort to honestly forget to call you but when he does Mikey makes the call drag on for hours because he has his ways of making you not hang up, but the times he DOES remember to call you is after you tell him no, you can’t eat twenty five dorayaki in one go, I’m not paying for that. He’ll be feeling petty and when he gets his hands on dorayaki he calls you for no other reason than to chew it as loudly as possible next to the microphone so you get the Mikey Premium Dessert ASMR. If you hang up he’s sending voice recordings.

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nor-4 · 6 months ago

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More dominic fike?

Tags - Somnophilia, dacryphilia, breeding kink.

"I'm sorry baby, i just can't control myself everytime i see you like this.." He whispered with a groan trying to behave himself for disturbing you in your sleep as he slowly pushing up your lacey sleep wear exposing your breast.

It was never an issue to you that dominic comes home late from his gig, as long as you get to stay with him the whole day.

Usually everytime dominic comes home from a very sweaty night the first thing he will do is step inside the bathroom and shower, you made it clear for him that you don't like outside clothes and sweaty skin in the bed. That's understandable and that's the very first reason why he make an effort on doing your wishes instead of making you upset.

Well everything is different tonight some of his assistant keeps on pissing him off, the fans they are overstimulating him, he wants to stop singing mid way just to piss their night off.

On the way home his manager is bugging him saying it's obvious on how bitchy he is earlier while performing how he should fix his attitude, Everyone that would look past him while driving will know how much he wanna scream and curse everyone out.

On your shared home he sees you sleeping so gracefully how every breath you take looks elegant, he just want to ruin you and take his anger out on you.

That's how everything escalated from him stealing a little kisses on your neck to him pulling up your sleep wear pulling your panties to the side as his tip carelessly rubbing through your folds.

You are taking your consciousness as he slowly entering inside of you with the help of your wetness that has been damping your underwear.

"It's just me baby, Oh shit.. I'm sorry if i wake you up this late.." Dominic explains through out his groans as a moan liberated out of your mouth one last thrust before your cunt swallow his whole length.

"You look so beautiful huh?" Him talking you through it waiting for your body to settle and calm on his length, "Can i move now?" He asked before earning a nod from you.

Dominic starts moving in a gently slow pace massaging both of your breasts leaving out a kisses between it was all calm sweet it was a very loving kind of touches. Until all the memories from earlier came back damping into him like a bucket full of ice.

With that he starts thrusting into you in a lot more faster pace very far away from his pace earlier, which makes your boobs move same as the lace of your sleep wear is moving down from your shoulders to your arms as you stretched it out to hold on dominic's arms.

"You must be waiting for me for too long, don't worry baby I'll ditch them tomorrow.." He reassured you stopping mid way to pull both of your legs to hang on his arms before completely slamming into you making a tears of pleasure come out of your eyes as you squint completely wetting your lashes.

"You look so good baby, my cry baby." he remarked as you are starting to hear the bed bang into the wall even though there's already a pillow separating both of them, it's not like you care about the neighbors. Both of you live in a very romantic place and both of you know damn well they did the same thing you guys are doing right now every night so all of you call it quits.

"I'm gonna cum dom.." You muttered through out the moans as your nails is starting to grip on his biceps, "Cum for me baby, I'll hold mine i want you to cum for me twice before i do." he remarked leaving out a smile before attacking out your neck removing his other arm from your leg to rub down your clit as his thrust grew more harder as you release on him.

You didn't hear what he said as you yelp out in confusion when he hang both of your legs into his shoulder and thrusting up into you again holding your waist in place as you cried out in pleasure completely wetting your cheeks.

He raised his head up out of pleasure before seeing your reflection in the mirror that is placed in the ceiling, "You're glowing, look at you from the top don't you look majestic.." he said placing a hand on your cheeks after he gently let go of your legs making you look to your reflection.

It was a short chitchat about him looking down on you and praising you before he lift your waist up again and pound of you like there's no tomorrow, it was not the best position for you making you cover your face out of embarrassment muting out your moans.

"Come on pretty girl don't cover your face, unless you want me to tie your hands up your head.." Dominic warned with a chuckle before sucking up your neck that would leave a bruise as his necklace that has your initial on it is tickling down your breast the same rhythm as his thrust making you unable to talk from the moans washing your thoughts out.

With that dominic adjusted his legs to more comfortable before pouncing into you again finishing both of you undone, "Oh fuck, just put a baby into you love.." he murmured rubbing out your stomach as you are catching your breath, "You will make such a good mom baby.."

"Dom, i missed you.." You weakly said as he snakely hugged you lifting you to sit up with him still sitting on his dick as he coop his face on your neck. "I do too baby, schedule has been fucking me up. I just want to end this and make a family with you.." he rambled which every noise is buzzing down to vibrate on your skin as you gently caress his scalp.

"We will soon love don't worry, we don't have to rush things." You assured him as it has been a very big dream of both of you to build a family and raise everyone out of love and care.

#dominic fike #dominic fike x reader #dominic fike smut #elliot x reader #euphoria x reader

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allwaswell16 · 5 months ago

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All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in July 2024. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup [ @1dmonthlyficroundup ] which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #64 | ko-fi | fic recs

- Louis/Harry -

🌊 don't be afraid to love (and love again) by localopa / @voulezloux

(T, 83k, trans Louis) the one where louis is trans and afraid, harry is cis and brave, and being 100% yourself is easier said than done.

🌊 The Things We Know To Be Wild by harryanthus_annuus / @harryanthus-annuus

(M, 39k, dragons) Louis is a London zoologist sent by the University of Highlands and Islands to assess the safety of the island of Eroda as part of the Wonder Seekers Project for sustainable tourism.

🌊 let me carry your weight by @soldouthaz

(E, 28k, trainer Harry) louis is fresh out of a bad relationship with someone who made him feel awful about how he looked. on his journey to better himself, he meets harry - the ridiculously attractive and fit personal trainer.

🌊 Rewriting the Melody by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 26k, canon divergence) Louis doesn’t get put in One Direction. This time, the path to true love takes the long way round, including singing in toilet cubicles, fruit baskets, and long distance band counselling from someone who really doesn’t know what he’s doing, he just wants to keep talking to Harry.

🌊 Peeping by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 16k, roommates) Louis has a thing for his housemate, Harry is under the impression that clothing around the house is an optional extra, and neither of them seem to be able to stop wanking long enough to get their shit together and admit their true feelings.

🌊 It's halftime. Are you ready to go? by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry

(E, 12k, body worship) football is gay and Harry is trying to cope.

🌊 Be Mine? by @softfonds

(E, 12k, famous/not famous) Getting dumped the week before Valentine's Day wasn't in Harry's plans, and neither was being dragged to a concert to forget about it.

🌊 The Checkout by @silverstuff50

(E, 12k, omegaverse) Omega Harry is a bit obsessed with one of the workers at the small supermarket around the corner from his flat.

🌊 every day and tomorrow night by @justanothershadeofblue

(E, 8k, high school) “You know the rule, Z,” Harry answers, still not pulling his eyes away from this unexpected Adonis. “If I lick it, it’s mine.”

🌊 Standing On the Edge of Falling by therogueskimo / @bravetemptation

(NR, 5k, famous/not famous) It’s Harry’s first security gig, and somehow, he landed Glastonbury. Unfortunately, he’s been tasked with telling a very gorgeous man that he can’t stream the football match. Things go … much better than expected.

🌊 Body Stay Vicious by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 5k, pwp) the one where Harry is feeling himself in the gym and gets a little carried away. Of course his gym crush just happens to walk in. They work it out

🌊 Unspoken by Speechless / @smokingluckiesalltheway

(E, 5k, exes) Harry and Louis broke up when they were nineteen. They see each other after six years.

🌊 Figure This Out by @haztobegood

(E, 2k, age difference) Louis is everything Harry could have imagined when he’d typed “silver fox enthusiast” into his Grindr profile. Too bad he's probably scared Louis off by giving him too many expensive gifts.

🌊 sandwiches on the shady shore by @juliusschmidt

(T, 2k, summer romance) And then, because he’s already showed up embarrassingly early in the day and made Louis a cheese sandwich, he adds, “I wanted to.” Part 3 of Cabin on the Bluff

🌊 Irrumabo by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(E, 2k, sex pollen) Harry’s plane is delayed. He buys a plant.

🌊 coming home by @nouies

(E, 2k, canon Euros 2024) It’s coming home, one way or another.

🌊 Tastes Like Violets by @allwaswell16

(T, 2k, famous/famous) Louis has a death metal band, Harry doesn't mind public challenges via Twitter, and Lottie thinks they're both hopelessly chaotic.

🌊 It Was Electric Touch by @allwaswell16

(E, 2k, silver fox Louis) Harry, assistant to The Snuts' manager, has been indulging in fantasies about the headliner and founder of the Away From Home Festival, Louis Tomlinson. He gets the chance to indulge in the real thing at the after party.

🌊 If Life Is a Photograph by @allwaswell16

(T, 2k, famous/not famous) Harry gets plucked out of the crowd to take Louis’ crew pic on stage in Guadalajara.

🌊 For you i would lose my mind by @dreaminrainbows

(E, 1k, pwp) Louis is a total menace on stage and Harry has had enough of it

🌊 Salt On My Tongue by @homosociallyyours

(E, 649 words, incubus/witch) Harry is a witch who's been dabbling in summoning sex demons for a while now. He's become especially devoted to one incubus in particular, a blue eyed demon called Louis.

- Rare Pairs -

🌊 Four, Five, Finished? by @beanno28 , @lalalaartje

(E, 45k, Zayn/Louis/Harry) Now that they've all settled down in their relationship dynamic, Zayn, Harry and Louis agree it's time for the next step. They're having a baby! As usual for the three of them, nothing goes as planned. Part 3 of You Only Fall In Love Twice

🌊 Pay It Forward by @reminiscingintherain

(M, 3k, Zayn/Louis) Zayn's agreed to be a sperm donor for his lesbian friends. Louis' his best friend, and he supports Zayn's decision... right?

#28th appreciation #1dsquad #1dficvillage #hlcreators #hljournal #hltracks #trackinghome #trackinghappily

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ilovearthur-morgan · 6 months ago

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She Keeps Me Up | Chapter 1

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem/afab!reader

Plot summary: Modern AU, John Marston is in a band, you're in the band. (as the bassist). One day, Arthur is dragged to one of John's gigs and sees you playing and develops a lil crush

warning: very slight nsfw themes if you squint, and I mean squint but other than that there are none

authors note: this is my first fan fic so constructive criticism is welcomed! can you tell what instrument I play? ;) can't tell if this story will turn into anything so this might be abandoned.... sorry!

The mashup mentioned in the fic, is this one below. My band plays it, and it is very cool.

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The bar was dingy. Why did John even bother to book this place? Arthur wondered to himself as he stumbled in. The band was still setting up as John wondered over to him. "You excited, Arthur?" John questioned.

"No" Arthur replied bluntly. John expected this. His band only played covers and mashups, and that was not Arthurs scene. "Well even so, I hope you enjoy it" John said to Arthur. He just shrugged as John walked back to his band. Arthur walked over to the bar and ordered himself a beer as he waited for the band to start.

The lights dimmed, casting a red hue over the bar. It must be starting soon. Arthur wondered to himself. Almost as soon as he thought that, the opening notes of Seven Nation Army could be heard throughout the bar. The lights shone up on the band, and that's when he saw it. You. There you were playing the main riff to seven nation army. As basic as the song choice was, Arthur couldn't help but think to himself how well you played.

He was surprised, as he was getting into the song, John sang a different song? it was not seven nation army, but sweet dreams are made of this. He actually enjoyed it. Usually he didn't like the music John played but here he was, tapping his foot and humming along. Maybe it was you? the way your fingers worked sent him into a trance. He wondered what else those fingers could do....

He shook his head. He couldn't be thinking this! You were John's band member! But then it happened. You looked at him from the risen floor, which was a pathetic attempt of a stage. You looked at him with those peircing eyes of yours, sending him into a blushing mess. This has never happened before? he was blushing over someone looking at him! He was thankful for how dark it was in the room because he was certain he was bright red.

He stood there in a trance throughout the whole gig, only looking at you. You had hypnotised him as if you were a sorcerer holding a watch in front of him and rocking it back and forth.

Before he knew it, it was the end of the gig, and the lights were turning on. He slowly, hypnotically dragged himself over to John. "Well done, that was actually decent" he congratulated him. "Thanks, Arthur, means a lot" John replied.

"Let me introduce you to the band!" John takes his arm and drags him over to meet everyone. "That's Taylor, our drummer, Kaylee is on rhythmic guitar and you know I'm on lead guitar and singing" He then points you out and says your name "That's our bassist". You wave and smile at him. Arthur can't speak, he can't do anything but wave back. You finish packing up your instruments and walk over to John "Alright, I'm out" you say, patting his shoulder and waving goodbye. He couldn't believe it, your voice was softer than butter, as airy as a sponge.

John turned to Arthur as he followed your form leaving the bar. "We're getting drinks here same time tomorrow, you up for it?". Arthur only nods.

Same place, same time he'll get to see you again. Of course, he'd be there. He couldn't wait

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notes: thanks for reading! I hope everything was decent and pls lmk if people want another chapter! chapter 2 available now

#Spotify #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #john marston #rdr2 #red dead redemption #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader

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gremlinshatephilosophers · 12 days ago

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How Dan (Almost) Stole Christmas

Every Who Down in Who-ville Liked Christmas a lot…

But Daniel Who lived just outside Who-ville Did not!

Dan hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! He had good reasons why, but no one asked him those reasons Instead they said that his head wasn’t right They told him instead he was being uptight But cynically, he accepted his fate after all That maybe his heart was just too cold and small.

But Whatever the reason That only he knew He looked out his window, hating the Whos Not in a prejudiced way, he thought with a frown As he envied their warm little houses in town He just knew as much as his life was sad and bleak They were buying more things, those capitalist freaks.

“Who still uses stockings?” he asked with a sneer “More last minute shopping when Christmas is already here!” He sat with his long fingers anxiously tapping “If only I could just stop this all from happening…”

For, Tomorrow, he knew…

… All the who girls and boys And nonbinary Whos too, would rush for those gadgets and toys And then! With thinly lined walls Dan’s ears would fill with noise! It was one of many things he despised, that NOISE!

Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a banquet While others went starving, without even a blanket With food in the fridge, fine any other day But not for holidays, they threw it away They would feast on Who-candies and Who-snacks Dan couldn’t stand the perspective they lacked!

And then They’d so something So annoying again All the Whos down in Who-ville and all of their friends Would gather at Who-church with crashing loud bells They’d pray to Who-gods and they’d shout and they’d yell.

Which was a personal gripe, that their singing was mid He really didn’t care about the religions they did But the singing was loud and, again, thin walls So he snapped, and he thought “I’ll just end it all! For thirty-three years I’ve been too polite! But only one of us will make it through this night! … alright?”

Then he got an idea! An insane idea Dan Howell Finally thought of a new idea!

“I know what I’ll do!” Dan laughed till he groaned And he grabbed the only red coat that he owned He was out of his mind, inventing wild tricks But squinting, from a distance, he cosplayed an evil Saint Nick!

“Now for a reindeer…” Dan looked all around But obviously there are no such creatures at home to be found But did it stop him from trying? “Of course not,” he said. “Who needs reindeer when you have a pig instead?” He snatched the cursed item, that sentient pig Broken and golden, but good for the gig.

Then He loaded some bags And more bags, and more All that old plastic From every old store.

In the night he crept out in the cold winter air Dan whipped the pig till it started to fly And they sleighed down cracked streets Racing down from the sky.

The windows weren’t dark, they were steaming TV But they were distracted enough that Dan could roam free When he stopped at his first target with nervous glee He looked at the chimneyed roof and decided “enough!” He could just use the back door with all of his stuff.

The Whos were too trusting, doors left unlocked And Dan opened the latch, and paused to take stock It was far too easy to rob these Who-homes blind He almost felt bad, before he made up his mind They were rich, all decked out in fake stuffed stockings And it was their greed all along he should really be mocking.

He tiptoed about, picking what to take first Around the whole room, choosing what would most hurt They were wealthy and shallow and Dan sure wasn’t that And they were landlords who kept raising the price on his flat So he took down the decor, those ornamental stuffed socks He took the iPhones and Switches and even pet rocks.

He threw the bags to the side and checked on the fridge Took the treats and the ice cream and left only a smidge They deserved to eat, but their plate would be bland He was a merely a thief, you must understand.

He was happy to see the wealthy get humbled But when he got to the tree, he quite nearly stumbled.

Had he gone too far, or was he just too lazy to lift it? His thought were confusing and messy and cryptic But before he could decide, footsteps came near It was a Who that was sleepy, lacking all fear.

Dan had been caught by this strange tired man! Should he play off his actions as some obsessive fan? This was Phil, Dan’s favorite Who-tube star “Don’t fans like you think this is a step too far?”

Dan tried to be fast and think on his feet “I’m so sorry,” he said, “I just wanted something to eat.” “Were you eating my tree?” Phil asked, sarcastic “Well if that’s what this is, I’m sure it’s fantastic.” “That’s a terrible lie, but I’ll get you a snack It might as well stop your little Christmas attack.”

Dan stood there, frozen in place An embarrassing blush crept up in his face He’d been caught by this man who was nothing but kind Why had he planned this, was he out of his mind?

He was out of his depth A one man army couldn’t redistribute wealth And he ran out the door, forgoing all stealth He didn’t want stolen goods, he wanted love, friendship, and health.

But the world wasn’t right And still he was angry, his head filled with shame And he took the stockings with him, one last little game.

So He peeked in the window Of other Who-houses.

Careful He took just one thing each Leaving crumbs for the mouses.

The sun had just rose And the Whos were asleep None of them knows What Dan’s done, not a peep So he tied up the pig and got back on the sled Back to that terrible flat, on a hill, in a shed.

So many feet up, to the bleak northern suburbs The presents all rattled and crinked and shuddered “I hate the materialism and I can’t stand the noise! Maybe now they’ll get a taste of life without toys! They’ll wake up in a moment and cry for their gifts They’ll shut up their singing and be sad for a bit And finally the Whos will understand how the rest of us live!”

And Dan added, “I guess, The crying is fine, as Who-noises go,” And he brought his pig-drawn sled to a halt in the snow.

And he did hear a sound, the echo acoustic It wasn’t them crying, but playing that music!

They weren’t upset Though they still sounded bad But they’d gotten his lesson They didn’t sound sad!

He stared down at Who-ville With shock in his eyes His hands nearly shook As he yelped in surprise!

The Whos had no gifts, even what Dan hadn’t yet snatched They just wanted community, no strings attached?

He hadn’t stopped Christmas from coming! It came! Somehow, yet unsurprisingly, it all came the same!

And Dan, with his cursed pet pig glowing golden Thought about how many stupid trinkets he’d stolen “They don’t need their gifts after all, so I must have been right! But then why is their village still a strange happy sight?” He thought and he thought and he thought up some more But then he gave up in the cold when his head got all sore “Maybe I should have just asked them before I stole all their things, what the glitter was for?”

And what happened then? Well, he wished he could say That he got noise-cancelling headphones and went on his way But deep in his core, he wasn’t really a Grinch The Whos shouldn’t have to do holidays in a pinch So he brought back the gifts, and some Who-food too And he…

… he himself… Dan went back to see Phil and spent a merry Christmas with the Whos!

#here is the full version of the grinch poem with no breaks!#link in the title to the story on ao3 #if you want more of the story version beyond the poem go check it out #grinch au #how the grinch stole christmas #how dan (almost) stole christmas #dan and phil #dnp #phan #dan howell #phil lester #fanfic #phanfiction #ao3

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tomorrowxtogether · 2 months ago

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TOMORROW X TOGETHER Take a Sunny Road Trip in ‘Over The Moon’ Video: Watch

The K-pop boy band's visual is for the English-language version of the single from their "The Star Chapter: SANCTUARY" mini-album.

The clip directed by HEADHEAD for the group’s latest single from their seventh mini-album, The Star Chapter: SANCTUARY, finds the gentlemen looking for love in all the right places, while chilling in the grass and munching on oranges, climbing trees to listen to tunes, taking a drive on rural roads and riding a bicycle through verdant fields.

“You bring me back to myself/ I’ better and stronger because/ You’re the sunlight, when the day is gone/ Yeah, you know you are my favorite/ You know you got it baby/ Shining on me like the moon and the stars,” they sing over the song’s bouncy, jazzy rhythm.

TXT released The Star Chapter on Monday (Nov. 4), which dropped seven months after minisode 3: TOMORROW. “The Star Chapter: SANCTUARY will open a new chapter in Gen Z Icons’ one-of-a-kind narrative, building upon the intriguing saga established throughout The Dream Chapter [2019] The Chaos Chapter [2021] and The Name Chapter [2023],” read a press release in reference to three of the group’s previous studio albums.

The group has been criss-crossing the globe this year on their ACT: PROMISE run off gigs, with just two more tour dates left on their roster this year, Nov. 30 and Dec. 1 gigs at the Kyocera Dome in Osaka, Japan.

Check out the video for “Over the Moon (Our Sanctuary ver.)” below.

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#txt #tomorrow x together #241108 #article #billboard #soobin #yeonjun #beomgyu #taehyun #hueningkai #the star chapter #sanctuary #Youtube

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your-mom-says-hi · 2 months ago

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I had this random fan fic idea

(Mentions of dark topics, such as rape, sexism, sexual harassment, also smoking)

(Also, I intended the reader to be f!reader)

So I have been getting back into bleach and ofc started simping as usual, because there's no one on this god forsaken app that doesn't simp for a fiction character

Anyways

I had this idea for Shūhei Hisagi, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez , and Shinji hirako. All pinning for the reader, and in a sort of mafia au and during like 1910s or 1920s ( I took inspiration from the movie "Monster in Paris" and the undertale comic "Sooner or later you're gonna be mine" ) also non-soul reaper, hollow, etc, basically everyone is human and doesn't have powers / abilities au

The reader is a young singer. She just sings on stage, sometimes have dinner with men that payed extra to not only see her sing but have dinner with her, then goes home. The reader also usually wears very revealing dresses since "That's what the audience wants" the owner words not hers.

One day she was singing doing her usual gigs, and she catches the attention of three men

Shūhei Hisagi, a regular average hard-working man, there's nothing special about him, always usually in the background, forgotten

Shinji hirako, somewhat of a hobo, he usually wears the weirdest outfits ever and says that "They're luxury, you wouldn't understand" while lived inside of his car as a "luxury" man, he's a deliver driver and a womanizer. He is also friends with the reader. every time he makes a delivery to the restaurant, the reader sings at, they hang out sometimes, they have that teasing relationship, always bullying each other.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, a gang member, he's apart of the mafia that is ofc led by Aizen. He is a debt collector

I thought like the fic would start as the reader getting ready for her performance, she sings, then gets back into her causal 1910s clothing and as she is ready to leave a man blocks her way, basically the man hits on her and the reader politely asks the man that she isn't interested, then the man trys to rape the reader but lucky Shūhei walks in and ends up saving the reader, after that whole situation Shūhei ends up offering the reader a walk back home, just to make sure she gets home safely. They walk to the reader home, and the reader offers Shūhei dinner to pay him back for saving them. Shūhei says he can't right now. He has work tomorrow morning, so they plan a "date" together, and they finally say their goodbyes. While Shūhei walks away with the biggest goofy smile on his face.

The next morning, where the reader lives, near the big rich cities. Where the reader lives isn't a poor part of the city, but the middle ok part, they can afford some stuff but barely making it by. They have a protection fee from the Mafia that "owns" her town area. People have to pay the protection fee or else they'll have problems with the mafia. Reader hears that there is a new debt collector. Later, the reader meets Grimmjow. Grimmjow asked Aizen to transfer to a new location, saying that he was bored of the location he has been staying that (it was a lie, he went to the singing gig for a business meeting with aizen, and fell in love with the reader at first sight, and wanted to see her more) Grimmjow introduces himself to the reader, saying that he was their new debt collector and brags about himself, the reader is uncomfortable. Especially when Grimmjow says stuff like, "A fragile woman like you needs a big strong man like me to keep you safe. After all, you can't do much with that soft body of yours. " Grimmjow has a hard time with love. He often comes out as very sexist and often sexual harass the reader.

This is like later in the story Shūhei and the reader has been on multiple "dates," but like not officially together, in a relationship. Which causes problems. They have an argument about it, and the reader starts ignoring shuhei. One day, the reader is sitting behind the restaurant she works at, having a smoke break. Shinji makes another delivery to the restaurant. Reader vents to Shinji that she has a lot of guy problems, like not knowing if she wants to be with shuhei or not, and grimmjow always harassing her. Also, she says along the lines, "I hate men...sorry Shinji." Shinji relying back, "I know we're not the greatest. It's not your fault." The reader says how she wants to run away from everything. Everything has become too much for her. Shinji offers the reader that opportunity, well, more like a vacation he later retracts. The reader takes that offer. She and Shinji go on a bit of a road trip, just getting out of the city for a while

That's all I have for now, I don't exactly have an ending for this, so you can just imagine whatever. Sorry if the writing sucks, I just wanted to pour my creative out there for anyone who wants it (which I doubt)

If you have made it this far, thank you for reading

#bleach #if you do want to write this you have my permission just credit me #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow x reader #bleach grimmjow Jaegerjaquez #shinji hirako #Bleach Shinji hirako #shinji hirako x reader #Shūhei Hisagi #Bleach Shūhei Hisagi #Shūhei Hisagi x reader #shuhei hisagi #Bleach Shuhei hisagi #shuhei hisagi x reader

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fyonahmacnally · 1 year ago

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Christmas Chaos

Here's a little Supercorp drabble as part of the Mods' collection of example fics for the Supergirl May-hem Event. Read it HERE on AO3.

Sign-ups for Supergirl May-Hem open December 1st. Seeking writers, artists and betas. For more information, you can find us HERE.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! No, no, no, no. This can’t be happening.” Lena says as she stares at her now dark phone in her gloved hand. Her heart is galloping inside her chest and she’s sure everyone around her can hear it. “Godamnit! Of course this happens the first year I have the chance to organize the event. Shit, shit, shit.”

She paces back and forth in front of the National City Convention Center, her eyes bouncing from the currently cloak-covered tree to the workers hanging the wreaths, lights, and bows across the front of the building. The giant “Christmas Carols in the Park” sign ripples in the slight breeze. Her mind is racing, indexing names and favors she can call in, calculating her next move. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she decides her first course of action is to start making phone calls.

Two hours later, she’s still no closer to solving her problem. Artie Anderson can kiss her ass. Secretly, she hopes that he never gets a headlining singing gig again. So what if he’s one of the up and coming stars of tomorrow, she doesn’t care how good or popular he is. He can still kiss her ass. Honestly, she hopes his pants fall down at his next show or he shits himself on stage. So what if she’s being petty. Sue her.

Who fucking does that?! She thinks. Cancels a headlining show the day of?! That’s just bad PR, Artie whatever-the-fuck. Choke on your microphone.

Lena sighs. Now she has to call her trusty assistant. It’s the last thing she wants to do, but well, she’s run out of options. She lifts her phone up and presses send.

“LKL Event Planning, where we bring your ideas to life. This is Jess speaking. How can I help you?”

Rolling her eyes, Lena chuckles. “Jess, you knew it was me. You didn’t have to give the whole spiel.” She huffs as she starts descending the stairs of the convention center toward Noonan’s and a cup of her favorite peppermint hot chocolate.

“Oh come on, Miss Luthor, you know how much I love to share our company greeting with everyone that calls.” Jess laughs, the amusement evident in her tone. “What can I help you with this morning?”

“Unfortunately, I have bad news. ‘Christmas Carols in the Park’ is currently looking like it’s going to be ‘Christmas Chaos in the Park’. Our headliner canceled on us a couple of hours ago. I’ve called all my other connections and, as expected, everyone is booked. I have no idea what I’m going to do. This is going to be a disaster.” Her left hand comes up to massage her temples as she opens the door to enter the warm, wonderful smelling atmosphere of Noonan’s. “We can move Macy Lynn to the headlining spot and find a lesser known singer to fill her slot, but that still doesn’t solve the current problem.”

She sighs, trying her best not to panic, but it’s not looking good. “Jess, if the event goes South, it won’t be good for future bookings. We could lose clients over this!” She takes a deep breath, pressing her hand against her chest, desperately trying to calm her racing heart. “This tree lighting ceremony is second only to the lighting of the tree at Rockefeller Center! We have to figure this out! I didn’t spend years building this business for some little snot-nosed, spoiled brat to ruin it by canceling at the last minute!”

Realizing that she had gotten a little louder than she thought, Lena sheepishly ducks her head and clears her throat. The line is moving slowly, but she knows she needs to wrap up her phone call soon. Years of Luthor etiquette training forcing her to be mindful of disturbing those around her.

“Why don’t you let me call Macy’s manager and get that taken care of while you take a minute to collect yourself? Hmmm?” Jess says, a smile evident in her tone. “I’ll call you back when everything is confirmed. Maybe by then you’ll have a solution in mind.”

“What would I do without you?” Lena smiles, resigning herself to a long day of groveling. “Thanks, Jess. I’ll talk to you later.”

Stuffing her phone in her coat pocket, she blankly stares at the menu board above the counter. She’s deeply lost in her own thoughts and doesn’t notice the blonde woman standing in front of her, eyeing her curiously. As the line inches forward, Lena’s mind is still drifting through her list of possible singers or group acts to fill the empty slot in the schedule. She’s so preoccupied that she walks right into the back of the person in front of her.

“Oh no, I am so sorry.” Lena laments, her eyes practically glued to her feet in embarrassment. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and I…” Her words fade as her eyes land on the black-framed startling blue eyes of the stranger in front of her. They’re the bluest, warmest, most kind eyes she’s ever seen and for a moment, the world around her seems to stop.

The blonde smiles at her, subtly adjusting her glasses and Lena has to bite her bottom lip to keep from gasping at the beauty before her. This woman is stunning. Infinite hues of sky blue eyes dancing above a bright shimmering smile. She’s several inches taller than Lena and from what she can tell, incredibly well-built. Before she can rein her wandering eyes back in, she realizes she’s been caught and feels the heat climb up the back of her neck, across her ears, and land firmly on her cheeks.

An adorable giggle bubbles up the handsome stranger's throat and through her perfectly pink lips. Lena can’t help but smile and tilt her head in amusement even as her own embarrassment camps out on her face.

“It’s okay. You didn’t hurt me and it sounds like you’re having a rough day.” Attractive stranger says as she extends her hand toward Lena. “I’m Kara. Kara Danvers. And I might be able to help you with your little dilemma.”

Intrigued, Lena raises an eyebrow in question at the gorgeous stranger. Kara, she reminds herself. “Lena Luthor. Nice to meet you.” She eyes the woman up and down briefly before settling hers back onto the pools of blue eyeing her with amusement. “Do tell how you can assist with my dilemma, Miss Danvers.”

Kara grins, an adorably lop-sided grin as she offers her elbow to Lena and drags her to stand next to her in line. “How about you let me buy you your drink of choice and we find a table to chat? It sounds like you could use a little break.” She leans over to whisper conspiratorially into Lena’s ear. “Word on the street is this place has the best sticky buns in the state. I should know, I eat one several times a week.”

Without her permission and certainly for the first time in a long time, Lena can feel herself smile. Genuinely smile. Kara winks at her as they turn back toward the cashier and step up to order their drinks along with whatever monstrosity Kara has ordered. The young person working the register smiles, blushing as Kara calls them by name, and they move to the end of the long counter to wait for their names to be called.

Kara grabs the tray and guides them through the sea of customers to a little table tucked toward the back of the cafe. Several of the staff speak to her on their way to their seats. They settle into the chairs, the noise of the place seems more hushed in this little nook.

“You must come here a lot. Everyone on staff seems to know you.” Lena smiles as she takes a long, savored sip of her hot chocolate. “I think every single waiter we passed called you by name.” A boisterous, belly laugh floats across the table and graces Lena’s ears. It is such a lovely sound and she absolutely wants to hear it again.

“Well, I really am in here a lot.” Kara says with a warm smile, her skin creasing next to her mesmerizing eyes. “I’m a writer. I work from home most of the time, but a change of scenery is needed on those days I get stuck. So, I spend a good bit of time right here with my laptop, a warm drink, and sticky buns.” She points to the tray on the table and pulls a sticky bun off to settle in front of her.

Lena eyes her curiously. She’s inarguably never met anyone like Kara Danvers. They’ve known each other for less than thirty minutes and Lena already feels comfortable around her. This alone should scare the absolute shit out of her, yet she feels much calmer than she did when she walked inside earlier.

“So, Miss Danvers…how is it that you think you can help me?” Lena grins, raising her signature brow in question. She glances down at her watch and winces. “As much as I am enjoying your company, I have roughly six hours to find a replacement for my event tonight.”

“Well, what if I told you that I know a singer that is available tonight. She has a pretty decent voice and doesn't need any musicians or music. She usually performs acapella and will gladly help you out.” Kara gives her a bright, wide smile before taking a sip of her large monstrous drink and biting into her second sticky bun.

Lena tilts her head at the blonde, curious about this singer and what the catch is…there’s always a catch, right? “Well, this sounds promising. I’m willing to hear you out.” She leans forward, her forearms resting on the table and hands clasped. “However, in my experience, there’s always a catch. So, what’s the catch Miss Danvers?”

Kara smiles. She pushes her now empty plate to the side and leans forward, mirroring Lena’s position. “Please call me Kara, Miss Luthor. Every time you say Ms. Danvers, it makes me think of my adoptive mom.” She winks at the porcelain skinned woman across from her, taking another sip of her almost empty cup. “What makes you think there is a catch? Why can’t it just be a trade and not a catch?”

An unrestrained laugh springs from Lena’s chest. It’s so surprising, she nearly falls out of her chair. Once she regains her composure, she clears her throat and leans back in her seat. “Well, if I am calling you Kara, then please, call me Lena. Ms. Luthor also, unfortunately, reminds me of my adoptive mother as well. And, that’s just something I’d rather not think about.” She returns Kara’s wink. “If not a catch to your proposal, then a trade. What is your requested compensation in return for solving my dilemma?”

“Ok, hear me out.” Kara beams at Lena. “Not only am I a writer, but also a pretty decent singer. I can fill the spot you need tonight, free of charge.” She pauses, nervously adjusting her glasses and twisting her hands on the table. “If you’ll, um, goonadatewithme.” Her eyes drop to her fingers and she bites her bottom lip.

Lena’s not 100% sure she heard Kara correctly, but she does notice the adorable pink blush dusting the apples of her cheeks and it not only makes her smile, but releases a sea of butterflies into her stomach and chest. She bites her own lip, then looks up at the blonde. “I’m sorry, Kara, but I didn’t quite catch the last part of what you said. Can you repeat that for me? Maybe a little slower this time?”

Kara huffs, squirming in her seat as her face turns a darker rosy shade of pink. “I can fill the spot for your event tonight, if you’ll, um, go on a date with me.” She says with a little more confidence than she actually feels.

On the other side of the table, Lena is slightly stunned. Sure, she thought about asking the woman out before they parted ways or at least getting her phone number, but never imagined this is how their impromptu meeting would end. She smiles at the adorable fidgeting blonde. There’s no doubt in her mind she’s going to say yes, but she can’t give in right away. Where’s the fun in that?

“And what if I am already seeing someone?” She says with a smirk on her face. Watching as blue eyes widen. “How will I be able to meet the terms of your proposal in those circumstances?”

Kara drops her head onto the table and groans. It takes a minute before she lifts her head back up, red-faced and apologetic. “Oh no, Lena. I am so sorry. I should have known someone as stunning as you would be taken. I’m such an idiot. I’ll help you out and you don’t have to worry about payment or dates or anything like that. I can’t believe I didn’t think to ask you that first. I just…”

“Kara!” Lena chuckles and reaches out to stop the ongoing ramble. “Hey. I was only kidding! I’m very single and would actually be amenable to going on a date with you.”

“Really?” Kara’s blinding, toothy smile shines back at Lena from across the table. “Are you sure?” She asks, timidly.

“Yes, Kara. I’m sure. I was sure the minute I laid eyes on you.” Lena smiles, unsure how she managed to land a date with the most attractive and adorable woman she’s ever seen.

True to her word, Kara fills the slot at the ceremony that evening and ends up being the best performance of the night. They go on their promised date right after and end the night at Kara’s loft watching cheesy Christmas movies. The two of them share their first kiss surrounded by the twinkling glow of Christmas lights before they fall asleep on Kara’s comfortable couch. Their date is the most magical evening Lena’s had in all of her adult life.

Until the next year when Kara proposes at the tree lighting ceremony.

Christmas Chaos, indeed.

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A Corroded Coffin Christmas

Eddie Munson x Reader (Angst)

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Summary: A look at two different Christmas Eve's with Corroded Coffin front man, Eddie Munson, and his longtime partner; One near the beginning of their careers and one near the end.

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral Reader, they/them pronouns. rockstar!Eddie Munson x Reader. A holiday blend of angst and fluff, with a dash of humor. This is a followup to "Paparazzi" but can be read as a standalone story.

CW: Social alcohol use; referenced character death (no details); grief; mentions of unpleasant medical diagnosis (no details or specific illness mentioned).

Word Count: 3,862

Eddie Munson Taglist: @eddie-swhore

Tuesday, December 24th, 1987

After Corroded Coffin finished their set at The Hideout, Eddie had one drink with the guys and then booked it home rather than stick around to hang out like he normally would.

Despite the fact that their normal gig night fell on Christmas Eve this year, you had insisted they hit the stage anyway.

“I can work on getting things done until you get back,” you told Eddie, gesturing around at the inside of the trailer. “But you need to be out there at the bar getting seen on the nights people expect to see you.”

Since you were technically their manager, and were speaking from that position right now, they couldn’t really argue.

What Eddie could do, however, is make sure he got home as quick as he could to help out. Luckily, the weather had been decent and there was hardly any traffic this late on Christmas Eve, so he got home fairly quickly. He was soon pulling into Forest Hills and parking next your car outside the trailer. It was just the two of you tonight since Uncle Wayne had volunteered to work for some double time in addition to holiday pay. Eddie quickly grabbed his guitar and amp out of the back of his van, then headed inside.

In the living room, Gremlins was playing on the tv, and it looked like you were about to start wrapping presents. You had cleared off a large space in the middle of the floor and had all the paper and supplies you needed out. He tucked his amp and guitar away in one corner of the room for the party tomorrow, then finally got his coat and shoes off. Since he hadn’t seen any sign of you by then, he began to wonder if you might need help finding all the presents.

As he started to make his way down the hall and got further away from the sound of the tv, he could hear you moving around in the bedroom. He was just passing by the bathroom when, out of nowhere, you started singing.

“Sleigh bells ring are you listening?” you sang. “In the land, snow is glistening.”

Eddie came to a stop outside the bedroom. Looking in, he could see you standing just inside the closet on a step stool, rummaging around on the top shelf with your back to the door. He smiled, not announcing his presence yet so he could listen in.

“A beautiful sight,” you continued singing, unaware of your audience. “But I’ll be happy tonight, when I find fucking packing tape.”

Eddie quickly put his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Now he wanted to stay quiet to hear how this updated version went.

“Gone away is the bluebird,” you sang, a slightly irritated tone creeping into your voice now as you started searching a different section of the shelf. “Here to stay is a new bird, but he can move along, with his happy little song, until I find the fucking packing tape.”

Eddie clenched his lips tightly together behind his hand.

“In the meadow, we can build a snowman,” you sang as you came down the stepladder and set it aside, your back still to the door. “We'll pretend that he is Parson Brown. He'll say, ‘Are ya wrapping?’ I’ll say, ‘No man, but you can do the job if you want to clown."

Along with keeping in the tune of Winter Wonderland, what made this whole thing absolutely perfect was how your tone just got progressively more annoyed sounding the further you got into the song, which matched the lyrics you were improvising as you were singing.

“Later on, I’ll conspire,” you sang, bending down to pick up some blankets to replace them back on the shelf. “As I dream by the fire, to face unafraid, the mess that I’ve made, trying to find the fucking packing tape.”

By this point, Eddie’s shoulders were starting to shake as he tried to keep quiet. He was leaning against the doorframe with his free hand as if for balance.

“In the meadow, we can build a snowman,” you continued singing, your hands now on your hips, looking around in the closet from where you were standing. “We'll pretend that he is Parson Brown. He'll say, ‘Are ya done yet?’ I’ll say, ‘No, man! But you and I are about to go a couple rounds!’"

You started to turn around, and Eddie ducked to the side, standing just out of sight next to the door.

“Later on, I’ll conspire,” you sang, and your voice started traveling towards the other side of the room away from the closet. “As I dream by the fire, to face unafraid, the mess that I made, trying to find the fucking packing tape.”

When you didn’t continue after a few seconds, Eddie peeked around the corner to see you rummaging through one of the dresser drawers. He grinned, stepped into the room finally and started clapping.

Startled, you jumped into an upright position, and whirled around. Seeing Eddie, you chuckled and bowed to him.

“Thank you, thank you,” you said, standing and then bowing again to the other side of the room. “I’m here all week. Try the barbecue special and don’t forget to tip the wait staff.”

Eddie laughed, shaking his head as he made his way across the room to you. Coming to stand in front of you, he took your face in his hands and softly kissed you.

“How was the show?” you asked once he had pulled away.

“Really good, actually!” Eddie said, then beamed. “We had about a dozen drunks tonight!”

A bright smile lit up your face.

“That’s awesome!” you said, hugging him tightly. “I was hoping for that. The holidays can be really hard for some people and bars always see an uptick in profits this time of year.”

“I swear,” Eddie said, returning your hug just as tightly, then pulled back a little to gaze at you fondly. “Beauty, brains and sexy as fuck? I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

You laughed, a soft blush coloring your cheeks as you let him go to turn back to the dresser.

“Not that many brains tonight, I’m afraid,” you said, as you started hunting through the drawer again. “Have you seen that three pack of packing tape I bought the other day? It ran off on me.”

Since you needed the packing tape in order to box up a few presents before wrapping them, you were at a standstill until it could be found.

Even though Eddie started to help you look for it, it took a little over half an hour before the tape was found.

You both felt like idiots when you realized it had been sitting in the middle of the coffee table, in plain sight, the entire time.

Tuesday, December 24th, 2013

“Thank you, Indianapolis!!! You’ve been amazing!”

The decibel level inside The Vogue Theater surged to new heights as Eddie spoke to the crowd. Even standing just off stage to watch the show like you normally did, you had to cover your ears at the noise.

One of these days, you would remember to start wearing earplugs.

It was the end of another successful concert, the final stop on a small, ten city tour called A Corroded Coffin Christmas. Since the tour focused on smaller venues than the ones of old, they were cozy and intimate in comparison, though still large and respectable in their own right.

After their episode of Behind the Music aired in 2006, the band had enjoyed a major resurgence in popularity. That special launched Corroded Coffin even more into the mainstream than even the movie soundtrack they had done several years prior. Everyone wanted them now. While the guys jumped from network to network doing guest appearances, their old albums saw a new surge in sales. New albums became instant successes, soaring through the charts like never before. Venue directors and festival organizers were regularly contacting you to book them for gigs, not to mention all of the invitations to PR events and award shows. Even this tour had been an enormous success, with every single show selling out within hours of the tickets going on sale, a new record for the guys

Everything you all worked so hard for had finally come true. All five of you were finally living your dream lives. It was perfect.

Well. Almost.

The man who set it all in motion wasn’t there to celebrate with you.

In 2005, Corroded Coffin’s longtime manager, Joe Reed, unexpectedly passed away.

Over the last twenty-two years since that chance meeting at a dive bar in Indianapolis, Joe had become a proper father figure to you all. Already a veteran in management when he became Corroded Coffin’s manager, he was truly one of the good ones. In an industry where most managers were employed by the labels themselves in order to look out for their own self-interests, Joe always put his client’s needs first. He refused to work directly for any label because of that, preferring to stay independently employed even if it meant having fewer clients. The clients he did have were more like family to him and he treated them as such. While at times there was only so much he could do when the executives had terrible ideas, such as when the first label wanted you and Eddie to end your relationship, he always tried to deescalate the situation as much as possible.

But it wasn’t just the guys who felt the loss. Over the years, you and Joe had also grown very close. Since you were so involved with the band, he always considered you apart of it just as much as the guys did. Impressed with the work you had done managing the band with absolutely no experience, Joe took you under his wing as soon as you all moved to Los Angeles. He was an amazing mentor, keeping you involved in the management of Corroded Coffin from day one.

Sometimes the death of a good manager can spell certain doom for a band. But, in this case, at the time of Joe’s passing, he had a clear successor. You were easily able to step back into the managerial role with no fuss. It was a seamless transition, for both the band and the label.

However, regardless of how much the label trusted you with the management of Corroded Coffin, you still had to talk them into it when the guys wanted to do an album full of heavy metal versions of classic holiday songs.

Despite the fact the guys only planned to adapt non-denominational songs and write a couple new ones for it, heavy metal covers were a pretty niche market at that point. The executives couldn’t see how an album like that could ever be popular. But after you pointed out how some executives said the same thing about the Trans-Siberian Orchestra at first, AND Metallica’s S&M, they decided to give it some more thought.

Ultimately, considering neither Joe nor you ever steered them wrong, they green lit the album, allowing the guy’s full creative control over the project.

And, once again, the worries of the executives were for nothing. The album was an enormous success. The fans absolutely loved it.

Initially, a holiday tour wasn’t anything that had been considered since touring during the holidays can sometimes be a logistical nightmare. But after both Jeff and Gareth’s wife received some shocking news from their respective doctors, it became clear the band would need to take an indefinite hiatus soon. Before that happened, Jeff suggested they hit the road together one last time.

The tour kicked off on December 1st with a very relaxed schedule, allowing plenty of time between each show to give Jeff enough time to properly rest since he tired easily. The ten cities were personally chosen by the band from some of their favorite stops. Indianapolis was the final destination since everyone always came back here during the holidays to visit family and friends. Nick’s oldest, Ronny, toured with the band as a backup guitarist in case Jeff needed to sit out for any of the shows, which he ended up doing for two out of the ten.

Now it was Christmas Eve, the last tour about over.

There was just one more song to play, a solo encore Eddie had specially planned for tonight’s show. You actually had no idea what he was up to, which meant it was something new he wrote for you. Eddie liked to do that sometimes, surprise you at a concert with a new song. Luckily, he never tried to get you on stage, content just to look over at you where you stood offstage. The crowd ate it up every single time. They never grew tired of Eddie talking about you during concerts.

Once the four took their bows and said goodbye to the audience, Eddie stepped back up to the microphone as the other three headed off stage.

“Let’s hear it one more time for Nick, Jeff and Gareth!”

When you didn’t think it was possible for the crowd to get any louder, they proved you wrong.

After another round of hugs offstage with you, Nick and Ronny accompanied Jeff back to the dressing room while Gareth stayed with you to watch the end of the show.

“Tonight, I thought I’d do a little something different for our encore,” Eddie said, pausing as he took the strap of the guitar from around his neck to gaze out into the crowd. “If that’s alright with you all?”

The response from the crowd indicated they were more than okay with it.

Two stagehands came out at that point to swap Eddie’s electric guitar for one of his acoustics, then set up a tall wooden stool and guitar mic for him. Once Eddie took a seat on the stool, they made sure both mic stands were at the proper height, then made their way off stage.

“That was Dave and Bill, part of our fantastic road crew. I don’t know what we would do without them. Let’s hear it for Dave and Bill!”

The crowd went just as crazy for Dave and Bill as they did for the band.

Gareth threw his arm over your shoulders to pull you in for a friendly half hug. You wrapped your arm around his waist in kind. The two of you stood like that, heads tilted towards one another to lean against each other in that way close friends have.

“Now, for our final song of the night,” Eddie said, softly strumming the guitar in no discernible rhythm. “I’m going to play you something that is brand new.”

The crowd liked the sound of that.

“In fact, it’s so new that it has never been recorded or even played live before.”

The crowd definitely liked the sound of that.

“But!” Eddie said and stopped his strumming to hold up a finger. “Not only that, but this song also comes with a story.”

The crowd went wild. If there was one thing audiences loved more than music, it was the stories that sometimes came with them. This was something Corroded Coffin fans especially enjoyed since Eddie could make a trip down to the corner store sound like an epic adventure.

Once Eddie began telling his story, the audience was enthralled.

“As I’m sure some of you know,” Eddie said. “Last year, my unc-“

He had to stop then for a moment, his eyes shifting down to the stage before closing. You could see him starting to take some deep breaths.

The venue was so quiet, you could’ve heard a pin drop.

Finally, Eddie lifted his gaze back to the crowd.

“Rather, my dad, passed away.”

You and Gareth exchanged curious, yet worried, glances.

This was the first time Eddie had spoken publicly about Uncle Wayne since his passing. With both of his father figures now gone, he had spent much of the last year feeling lost and alone. Some days were better than others, but there was a lot of healing to do still. You both were looking forward to being out of the spotlight again, had even been talking of suggesting one to the guys even before all the sad news came down.

As much as you wanted some time away from the business, you wished it could’ve come under better circumstances.

“After that, Y/N and I spent quite a bit of time down in Hawkins,” Eddie said, continuing his story. “While we were sorting through everything in the house, I discovered he’d hung onto a few boxes of my stuff that I had left behind when we moved up here to the big city.” He half grinned at the audience. “He actually held onto all of this crap for over twenty years. Parents, am I right?”

This got a chuckle out of the audience, as well as you and Gareth.

“I finally got around to going through them a couple months back, and in one box was about a dozen notebooks filled with songs I wrote a long time ago but forgot about.”

At this point, the crowd went wild.

“Don’t get excited, most of these were just badly written love songs to Y/N,” Eddie continued, then had to pause as the crowd cheered again. “Trust me, they are absolutely horrible, you wouldn’t want to hear them.”

The crowd disagreed and made this known, which made Eddie grin.

“However, there was one song in particular I’d written down that caught my eye. Funnily enough though, it wasn’t me that wrote it. It was Y/N.”

The crowd made noises of curiosity as Gareth looked down at you.

“I didn’t know you wrote a song,” he said.

“I didn’t either,” you replied, chuckling.

Now your curiosity was definitely piqued. It was like Eddie sensed this, as he looked over at you two just then and mischievously winked.

“Now, Y/N probably doesn’t remember writing this song,” he continued into his mic. “I know I didn’t at first. But once I read it, everything came back to me.”

The crowd was happy to hear this.

And so, Eddie proceeded to tell the story of your last Christmas in Hawkins.

Since the five of you had the move to Indianapolis planned just a few weeks into the new year, you wanted to do something with your friends in Hawkins before you left. So, on Christmas Day, you and Eddie were hosting a party.

But, in true Y/N and Eddie fashion, while the two of you were tremendously excited about the party you were throwing, you put everything off until it was almost too late, including what little shopping you could afford.

Technically, it was your fault this year for putting it off. You had gotten so distracted with planning a move for people that you had completely forgotten about Christmas until two days beforehand.

As Eddie told the story, the memories of the night floated up to the surface in your mind.

That Christmas Eve had been so hectic.

While you insisted that the band play their show like any other Tuesday, you were in a panic as soon as Eddie left for The Hideout. You had no idea how even the two of you together were going to get everything done, much less you working at it by yourself for a few hours. There was so much left to do still, like cleaning and wrapping presents, plus everything in between.

But the more you thought back on it, the more confused you got. You barely had the time to remember your own name at the time, much less write a song.

“After the show, I hightailed it back to the trailer,” he said. “Y/N was back in the bedroom and, luckily for all of us, didn’t hear me get home. If they had, then I wouldn’t have been treated to their own personal rendition of Winter Wonderland.”

Now you were really wracking your brain. You couldn’t remember singing anything either.

Eddie began strumming his guitar again, this time playing the chords of the aforementioned holiday song.

“Now, at first, when they started singing it,” he continued. “It sounded like the normal version. You all know the one.”

The crowd indicated they did.

“But I quickly realized that this wasn’t the case. Luckily for all of us though, later that night, I remembered to write it down I wouldn’t forget about it. Which I did anyway.”

Eddie shrugged sheepishly and grinned, earning laughs from the crowd, you, and Gareth.

Then he turned to look over at you and Gareth, his playful grin softening into a warm smile at the sight of his soulmate and one of men he considered a brother.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he said. “I love you.”

It took a while before Eddie could even start the song. The crowd went absolutely insane at his words of affection for you. Finally, the crowd quieted down enough so he could begin.

He started the song over on his guitar, playing the beginning as a long intro before stepping back up to the mic and starting to sing.

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?

In the land, snow is glistening.

A beautiful sight,

But I’ll be happy tonight

When I find the fucking packing tape.

Your laughter joined Gareth’s and the crowds as the more of the memories of that Christmas Eve came back to you.

While you still couldn’t remember singing, you now remembered losing the packing taping and how aggravated you had been as you tore apart the bedroom looking for it.

In the end, everything had worked out. Once Eddie got home, and the packing tape had been found, the rest of night was easy. He got more of your list done while you wrapped presents, and you got to bed way earlier than expected. All your worry had been for nothing, everything turned out beautifully on Christmas Day just as Eddie assured you it would.

As Eddie got to the final lines of the song, the crowd was singing along to the part about finding the packing tape.

Once the music trailed off with the final notes, the noise in The Vogue Theater rose in a satisfied clamor. Eddie took a bow, then gestured offstage to where you were standing.

“Let’s hear it for Y/N!” he yelled into the microphone.

The noise became deafening as the crowd showed you their appreciation. Eddie took a step back from the mic, letting his guitar hang from his neck as he joined the applause.

Eddie grinned over at you, and you couldn’t help but grin back, your face a bright shade of red.

Even though he was trying to make this moment about you, you couldn’t help but be severely proud of all five of you right then.

Tonight marked the end of an era, but tomorrow one would begin anew.

You could only hope this one would be much kinder to you all.

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