#where did my ukulele go

[tardigrade-skeb]

We got powdered donuts yuri before gta6 😭

This is kinda 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 sorry… I won’t do it again

Ranpoe Lesbians return!

[lunch-munch]

jet2holiday | fluff ʚɞ

warnings: none summary: nothing beats a jet2holiday, and right now you can save £50 per person, that's £200 off for a family of four

The soft glow of fairy lights cast dancing shadows across Billie's bedroom as she tuned her ukulele, fingers moving with practiced ease across the strings. You were sprawled across her unmade bed, scrolling through TikTok compilations of that ridiculous British holiday commercial that had somehow become your new obsession.

"Babe, come listen to this progression," Billie said softly, her voice carrying that sleepy quality it always had in the evenings. She strummed a few chords, humming under her breath.

You looked up from your phone, grinning. "Ooh, that's pretty. You know what else is pretty? The fact that nothing beats a Jet2Holiday, and right now you can save fifty pounds per person—"

"Oh my GOD," Billie groaned, dropping her head back dramatically. "Not again with the stupid jingle"

"That's two hundred pounds off for a family of four!" you finished in your terrible attempt at a posh British accent, dissolving into giggles.

Billie set her ukulele aside and fixed you with that look, the one where her light blue eyes went all narrow and she tried to look annoyed but couldn't quite hide the smile tugging at her lips. "You've literally said that twelve times today. I counted."

"It's catchy!" you protested, sitting up cross-legged. "It's not my fault it's trending on my fyp"

"Yeah, well, everyone's also eating tide pods at some point, doesn't mean you should do it," she mumbled, but she was already crawling across the bed toward you, in her hoodie and some comfy shorts.

"Come here," she said, her voice going soft again as she reached for you. "Darling, hold my hand."

Your heart did that little flutter thing it always did when she called you darling in that gentle way of hers. You started to reach for her hand, but then the opportunity was just too perfect to pass up.

"Nothing beats a Jet2Holiday, and right now you can save fifty pounds per person—"

"I HATE YOU," Billie shrieked, tackling you backward onto the pillows. But she was laughing now, that bright, infectious laugh that made her whole face scrunch up. "You're literally the worst girlfriend ever!"

"That's two hundred pounds off for a family of four!" you wheezed out between giggles as she pinned you down, her hair falling like a curtain around both your faces.

"I'm breaking up with you," she said, but she was already leaning down to kiss you, still smiling against your lips. "This is it. We're done. I'm dating someone who doesn't quote British vacation commercials at me during romantic moments."

"Mm, but I'm so charming though," you murmured against her mouth.

"Debatable," she whispered back, but her fingers were already threading through your hair, and you could feel her melting against you the way she always did.

I was boreddd okayyy hahaha

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me: 5 Years Later (Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: I usually don't post this late (Pfft Late. Its like 9pm.) But I'm going to because I can. Idk why I've been attached to these weirdos as of late so I wanted to write a little thing. Please enjoy <3

Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir(Master) Eddie & Sub Fem Plus size reader, SMUT, smacking, light dirty talk, DP, very light degrading, semi public (no ones there), light spanking, light choking. FLUFF, mentions of steddie and Y/N with their kiddos.

ANGST, the boys travel a lot for work and Y/N feels lonely. Mentions of her missing them and how she sees it affecting the kids. She struggles to voice her concerns because she knows they work hard. Mentions of feeling unappreciated, mentions of some insecurities (Y/N briefly mentions how her body doesn't look how it did before they had kids; also brief talk about feeling like a burden.) Y/N does kinda disappear but not like the times before. She's trying to get their attention.

Word Count: 6447

Series Here/Donate to me <3

1999

You sigh lightly under your breath before smiling at the sound of your ten and soon to be six-year-old playing in the pool outside. 

The cold weather had begun to dissipate with spring just around the corner which meant it was about time for that feature of your two-story home to be utilized. After putting your things down, you quietly watched by the back door as your kids laughed at each other’s antics. 

Molly was an incredibly smart girl who exceled in almost all of her classes. Like you, she decided to play basketball and was actually pretty good at it, winning trophies that you displayed in the living room next to the pictures of her fathers embarrassing her while she showed off her triumph for the camera. 

Steve rarely if ever missed a game, cheering her on enthusiastically from the sidelines, clapping his hands and shouting her name even while still wearing his suit after his long workday at the office with Robin. 

“That’s my girl! You got this, Mol! Don’t let them pass on you!”, he shouted extatically before placing his hands on his hips as he watched her play. 

Because of their experience with you, both men would visibly panic if she got hurt on the court, sometimes even running to her to make sure she wasn’t hurt. 

“Are you alright, sweetheart?”, Eddie asked kneeling down to pet her head. 

“I’m ok, dad. I just tripped.”, she giggled, taking the hand he offered her to help her get to her feet. 

Steve dusted her off while the metalhead checked her over to make sure she genuinely was alright. 

“Gentlemen, we’re going to need you to sit back down.”, the referee instructed. 

“Excuse me while I make sure my daughter is ok! What did she even trip over? It’s your job to—”

“Ok, ok, guys. Come on.”, you coo softly as you grab both their arms to tug them back to the stands, turning to wink at Molly who chuckled at her dad’s overprotective nature.

Eddie did his best to be there at as many events as he could but struggled when he was on tour or promoting Corroded Coffin’s new album. Ozzy seemed to gravitate towards music as well even at his young age having you constantly finding him fiddling with one of his father’s guitars. At his preschool, his teachers always told you they found him in the corner strumming the tiny ukulele like it was an electric guitar. 

Your son gasps as he tears open his wrapping paper on Christmas morning to find a guitar that was just his size. 

“Mama! Is this for me?”

“No, we just thought we’d mess with you before I use it on tour.”

You narrow your eyes Eddie’s way as you playfully hit his arm. 

“Yes, baby, that’s all yours.”

You were thankful that neither man never missed a holiday given how busy all three of you were but where your schedule was consistent as a teacher, theirs moved all over the place. While Eddie was dealing with things band related, Steve and Robin traveled from place to place either looking for new investors or providing support with their non-profit. Their office and the rockstar’s label were both in Indianapolis where you moved to have more space for your growing family but you missed them terribly every time they were away especially when they were gone at the same time.

“Mommy!”, your son shouted as he waved his little hand in your direction. 

Beaming wide, you stepped outside where your best friend was sitting along the edge of the pool as designated babysitter. 

The first few months after your move were rough because your family and Wayne were no longer close by so when Masie and her boyfriend moved to your town, you were so elated. Since her designer business was run mostly through her home, she offered to watch the kids until you or one of the boys got off work. 

“Hey Oz. Are you two having fun with Aunt Maze?”

“Yeah! She won’t swim with us though.”, Molly jokes, selling out her aunt.

“Look, I’m here to tan not be a mermaid.”, she replies regally as if she’s royalty. “How was your day?”

“It was good.”

Your best friend narrows her eyes skeptically over her sun glasses and yanks on your wrist so you can sit beside her. 

“Don’t act like I haven’t known you since kindergarten and can read you like a book. What’s going on?”

  She waits patiently while your eyes flick to your children who were now once again preoccupied playing in the water. 

“I don’t know why but this whole long-distance thing has been really hard lately. I miss them both so much.”

“Have you talked to them about it?”

“I can’t do that, Maze. This is their careers. What? Am I going to ask Eddie to give up touring and Steve to not talk help those kids with what that do?”

“No but, sweetie, it’s not selfish to ask for more time with your husbands.”

You grin at the title still loving the sound even after all these years. For your ten-year anniversary, the rockstar surprised you and his friend with a trip to a tattoo parlor to get a more permanent ring inked on your fingers just above the rings they bought you and each other. 

“Oh, don’t be a baby, Harrington.”, Eddie teased as he watched Steve close his eyes and wince. “After this you’re going to want more, right sweetheart?”

You giggle from your spot in the chair knowing he was right. You yourself had surprised them with their initials on your chest near your heart a few years earlier. 

In casual conversation, they referred to you as their wife especially the rockstar who let it flow freely from his mouth during interviews and corrected anyone who said otherwise. 

“We’re here with Corroded Coffin guitarist Eddie Munson on Total Request Live. How are you, man? How’s the girlfriend?”

Eddie chuckles sassily as he places his palm on the man’s shoulder.

“Wife, Carson. I’ve known and been in love with Y/N since our junior year of high school. Come on, dude. I shouldn’t have to remind you every time.”

Steve had actually turned down an investor not only because he referred to you incorrectly but disrespected you as well. 

“Wife…Yeah, alright, Mr. Harrington, I’ll indulge your little fantasy.”

“It’s not a fantasy, sir. She’s the mother of our children, she saved both our lives, and we love her. Y/N is our wife.”

“Hm, ok, sure. Whatever you say.”

Steve sighed as he smirked and rose to his feet. 

“Come on, Robin. We’ll look elsewhere.”

“Mr. Harrington, be reasonable!”

“Honestly, sir, our entire non-profit is about taking care of children and people who have been bullied, demeaned, and cast aside by society or their parents because of who they love. We protect them from people who mock them or are dismissive of who they are and who they love. People like you, Mr. York. Thank you for your time.”

“Just talk to them, Y/N. When are they coming home?”

“Tomorrow. Eddie’s flight connects to where Steve is so they will both board there and come home together.”

##############

“I don’t see them, mom.”, your daughter whines as she pushes up on her toes to search over people’s heads. 

“They’ll be here, babe. The lady said their flight had a bit of a delay so it may take a bit more time.”

After a couple more minutes, a hat came into view you immediately recognized as the one Eddie wore so he wouldn’t be easily recognized walking side by side with a fluffy head of hair that could only belong to Steve Harrington. 

“Is that them?”, you ask as you point towards the figures walking down the hall and as soon as Molly confirms she sprints towards with her brother close behind. 

“Hey…hey guys.”, Steve greets in a gravelly voice filled with sleep deprivation as he lifts his daughter off her feet to hug her tightly to his chest while an equally tired Eddie bends down to pick up Ozzy. “Oh my God. We missed you so much.”

“Hey sweetheart.”, the rockstar whispers as they switch kids and he presses her head to his shoulder. “You definitely got some sun yesterday.”

“We, we went swimming yesterday cause Aunt Maze said it was ok cause it wasn’t so cold.”, your son declared making the pretty boy smile as he tried to place him on his feet. “No, dada!”

“I know, buddy, but I want to give mommy a hug to.”

“Ah too late.”, Eddie jokes as he wraps one arm around you and pulls you into his embrace. “Hey, pretty girl.”

You smiled as you craned your neck to kiss his lips before leaning over to do the same with Steve as he wrapped his arm around your neck. 

***

You kept your arm looped through Eddie’s as you rested your head on his shoulder, inhaling his smell that you missed so much. 

“This is amazing, honey, and you made this all by yourself?”, Steve inquired as he took another bite of the spaghetti on his plate.

“No.”, she giggled, blushing at his praise. “Mom and Ozzy helped me. We’ve been talking about me taking some cooking classes over the summer though.”

“Yeah, then Robin can hire you as her personal chef since she hates using the stove.”, the rockstar joked making his son cackle with the same wide smile that mirrored his own. “What about you, Oz? Taking a carpentry class so you can build us stuff we don’t have to pay for?”

“Noooo. T-This summer I’m going to play Spyro on the PlayStation with you daddy.”

Eddie beamed with pride at the notion that his son wanted to spend so much time with him. Both men loved being fathers and were grateful for every moment they got to spend with them. 

Steve absolutely adored reading with Ozzy and while on trips would call him on the phone so he could hear him read out loud. 

“The princess…sc-screamed in t-t-ter…”

“Terror.”, you help as he looks at you with wide, expectant eyes.

“…terror when the witch apurd…”

“Close, bud. Appeared.”, Steve guided as he continued to follow along with his own copy of the book he bought before he left. 

“…appeared but suddenly the kite…”

“Knight, baby.”

“That’s fair, Oz, but remember the K is silent. You got the sound for the I-G-H-T right though.”

One night when Molly was eight, the school was having a father daughter dance and she was utterly devasted both of her father’s weren’t allowed to come with the school claiming only one parent could go. Mirroring what they did for your prom, you took her dress shopping insisting she wear it home. 

When she walked through the door, the lights were low and some soft music was playing on the stereo. Above the fireplace was a banner that read “Daddy/Daughter Dance” with both boys standing underneath it in their suits. 

“May I have this dance?”, Eddie asked as he offered her his palm which she eagerly took before Steve did the same with you as you watched them sway. 

The rockstar lifted her by her hands so her feet were on his and she laughed as he led while trying to make sure they both didn’t stumble.

“You look gorgeous, princess.”

She beams as she wraps her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly to her. 

“I love you, dad.”

“Alright, freaks, get out of here so we can talk to mommy.”, Steve instructed. “We’ll do the dishes, sweetie. You guys just go watch some tv.”

Once they were out of earshot, the pretty boy shifted his gaze back towards you both to find his friend smirking as you nuzzled your face deeper into his bicep. 

“Everything ok, baby?”

“Yeah, I just miss you guys so much but it hurts even more when you’re both gone.”, you whisper trying to control the urge to cry. 

“I know, sweetheart.”, Eddie sighs as he lifts his arm to pull you closer to his side. “We talked with our agent and supposedly we won’t be traveling for a while so I’ll be here.”

“Robin and I don’t have any meetings coming up any time soon so I’ll be here as well.”, Steve cooed before getting up to sit on your side of the table. “I know, baby girl. I hope you know we appreciate everything you do and how supportive you’ve been when it comes to all this.”

You softly smile his way as silently nod. 

This isn’t normal for you but they both know how hard it is for you when they are away so both men let it go. 

***

That night you stared at the men you loved, running your nails down Steve’s back while playing with Eddie’s hair, as your mind went into overdrive which was nothing new for you. Being a full-time teacher and full-time parent wasn’t easy for anyone. Thankfully thanks to Eddie and Steve’s careers, money wasn’t something you needed to worry about but trying to make sure your kids had everything else they needed filled your mind. 

You desperately needed Daddy and Master but you had zero idea how to ask for them. You knew they were busy working around the clock to achieve their goals they worked so hard for and quite frankly you didn’t want to be a bother. 

“That I’m a burden damage.”, Eddie’s voice echoed in your brain. 

You knew Maze was right; if you just talked to them and told them how you felt everything would be ok but the little subby girl inside you kind of wanted them to take notice without you having to tell them what you need. 

“No, no, no. That’s selfish and not fair to them.”

“Eddie…Steve…”, you whispered, gently shaking their shoulders to no avail. Something inside your chest cracked as a few tears began to involuntarily fall. “Daddy…Sir…please…”

“Hmmm…what-what’s going on? Baby, are you crying?”

At his friend’s question, the metalhead promptly pushed up on his elbow to scan your features. 

“Hey, hey, hey. What’s wrong, sweetheart? Did you have a nightmare?”

“I…miss you w-w-when…you’re away.” As you really began to sob, both men sat up, bringing you with them before Steve reached beside him to turn on the bedside lamp. “I’m sorry.”

“Y/N, honey, it’s alright. Calm down and talk when you’re ready.”

They’re kindness was hitting your heart in the best way making you cry harder while the boys exchanged a worried glance. 

“I’m sorry…I don’t know why I’m acting like this…”, you breathily laugh at your expense. “I just… when you’re both gone I miss you so much and I feel like these trips are coming closer together… I get worried that this will be the trip that you miss something important with Molly or Oz. I know how much being alone hurt you, Steve, when your parents were gone.”

“Then…I miss…us. I miss hanging out with you two and talking to you about everything without a phone being in the way. I miss Daddy and Master. It’s been over a year since we played like that. I’m scared—”

“Ok, sweetheart, breathe.”, Eddie tries to comfort as he scoots closer to you and continues running his palm along your head. “How long have you been feeling all this?”

“A while. I know you guys are working and I can’t ask you to give that up—”

“But that’s not what you’re asking for right, honey?”, Steve inquires, wiping your eyes with the tissue he retrieved. “You’re asking for time.”

You aggressively nod your head and both men can’t help but chuckle. 

“We understand, Y/N. I love, LOVE, being on stage and playing my guitar especially after everything we went through to get here but in our tour bus or hotel, I’ll pull out pictures of you guys and keep them by side.” Pausing, he grabs his wallet and pulls out the little laminate where he keeps his photos. “I always have these on me.”

You smile at the images of him holding baby Molly and Ozzy. There’s another of you in your wedding dress at the reception you planned for them and another with the three of you at your makeshift prom with them kissing your cheeks as you grinned. 

“Ah you bastard. You took the prom one.”, Steve teases, taking out his wallet to hand you his own set. “These are the ones I carry.”

His first two are the same except with him holding his children but the one he has of you is from New York where you posed in your dress in front of the theater at the play you went see with your arms open wide towards the sky. Behind that was the picture you had taken when they took you to the beach for the first time almost 15 years ago. 

“Which ones do you carry with you?”, the pretty boy asked just as Eddie came back to bed from collecting your own wallet from your purse. 

Steve beamed at the newborn photos they took of your kids that day they were born along with one you had of him holding Molly as she blew out her candles on her cake at her first birthday. The rockstar smiled and kissed your temple at the image you snapped of him and a two-year-old Ozzy sitting on the floor while he strummed his guitar. 

They weren’t surprised when you flashed the photos they had found in your room when they went to get your things after your parents kicked you out senior year; Eddie asleep after the Dio concert and Steve kissing your cheek after a date. The last picture was from prom night as well except it was the one they took right before it started to rain with Steve holding the camera high in the air to get all 3 of you.

“I love being able to save all these kids and traveling with Robin but, baby, I wouldn’t even be doing it if it wasn’t for you. You inspired me to be a better man and those kids are my everything. If you need us here more, honey, then we can do that.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course, and I know it’s been a while since we got to play but remember what you told me, sweetheart, at Molly’s baby shower?”

“Those titles never go away even when I’m saying your name.”

“Good girl.”, Eddie praises comforting you immediately. “Maybe, the three of us can go on vacation…like a second honeymoon or something. I know Wayne wouldn’t mind watching them.”

“I’d like that.”

Their smiles widen as they pull you back under the covers and hold you to them as you drift off to sleep. 

#################

You were angry.

Both men said they wouldn’t be traveling anytime soon yet neither had been home that much the last couple of weeks. Eddie had suggested planning a vacation but nothing had been set in motion and you were getting antsy. 

Grabbing your children, you left a note and headed back to Hawkins. 

“Gran-ma!”

“Hey, Oz. How’s my little man?”, your mom cooed as she lifted him into her arm while your father hugged Molly.

“Are the guys coming later on?”

“Most likely not.”, you growled causing your parents to exchange a look. 

“Well, I was about to watch that movie about the volcano that destroys the town on tv. Wanna watch it with me?”

You son cackles almost devilishly while his sister nods and your dad shakes his head with a smile following them to the living room. 

“Ok, talk to me, sweetie. What’s going on?”

You sigh as you sit with your mom at the dining room table and tell her your woes. She listens patiently occasionally nodding her head while allowing you to finish. 

“I can see why you’re upset but why don’t you talk to them?”

“I tried, mama, and look where that got me.”

The phone in their kitchen blares but for some reason it feels louder than normal as if scolding you to answer. 

“Hello?” Your mother listens to the person on the other end before her eyes flick your way. “It’s Edward.”

“I’m not here right now.”

“Y/N, come speak to the man you love.”, she scolds eliciting an eye roll from you as you get up and take the receiver from her grasp. 

“Eddie.”

“What the fuck are you doing?”, he asks with an edge as if he’s trying to control his temper. “How dare you take them out of town without fucking telling us.”

“I’m surprised you noticed. You two have barely been home.”

“We’ve been working, Y/N. When we talked, you said that’s not what you were asking us to stop doing.”

“You’re right. I was asking for time which I or the kids have yet to receive. You promised me!”

“So what, little girl? You thought you’d just punish us by disappearing to Hawkins for the weekend?”

“I didn’t disappear. I left a note.”

The chuckle that left him paired with the soft echo of Steve’s beside him had a pleasurable chill running down your spine. 

“Is that really the game you want to play right now, Y/N? You think semantics are going to save you from the punishment you’re going to get for what you just did?”

“I’m not afraid you or Steven, Edward. Daddy and Master are gone and you both are too fucking busy for us so who cares.”

“You think Daddy and Master are gone? Oh, baby.”, he laughs. “Trust me, they’ve been right here watching and taking in everything their little whore does. It’s been a while since she’s needed to be put in her place.”

“Hm. Well, she’s been practically screaming for your attention but you never seemed to notice that.”

“You wanted our attention, babe, you got it.”

“Yeah and with how things have been you won’t fucking do anything so I’m not scared. I have to go. We’ll be home by Sunday.”

“Don’t hang up that phone, Y/N Y/L/N. We are not done here.”

“Yes, we are.”

***

You told your parents after your kids went to bed you were going to go for a little walk. To no surprise, your feet ended up taking you back to Hawkins High. 

You dragged your feet through the parking lot where Carol had spray painted your car and in return you punched her. Steve shouted at them to leave you alone almost getting into a fight himself. Your fingers grazed the lockers as you heard yourself telling your tormentor she had no ass; the act landing you in detention where your life was forever changed. 

Part of you expected to find them waiting in the classroom you met them in and your heart broke when they weren’t. You sat on the teacher’s desk as your eyes ran along the entirety of the room, sifting through memories good and bad. You could still feel Steve’s intense stare as he watched you talk to his friend and Eddie’s even stronger personality as he tried to get you to talk. 

Laying back flat, you could still see the metalhead’s belt buckle in your peripheral before he knelt down to talk to you in that husky tone that drove you crazy. Shifting your gaze to the ceiling you could still feel Steve’s fingers digging into your hips and the taste of his lips when you surged forward to kiss him. 

As the feelings began to overwhelm you, you slid off the furniture and continued your journey around the school, passing the lunchroom where you smiled at the memory of Eddie on top of the table telling the students you were theirs. Finding the stage in the theater, you sat in the same spot the three of you had sat in while you were painting. 

The first time Steve threatened to spank you making a heat rise in your bones you had never experienced before. Five years later, you would have your roleplay here making you cum harder than you ever had.

After a while, you knew you needed to get back home but on your way out, you noticed the gym remembering where you became jealous and threw a basketball at where they were in the stands. You entered the girl’s locker room and leaned against the lockers where you felt Eddie for the first time. When they were done, they took you to the showers where you talked about Stephen King and they invited you to dinner. 

Sighing, tears began to fill your eyes and you hastily dried them as you powerwalked back to the gym. 

“It’s kind of amazing how in almost 15 years this school has yet to get better security.” Eddie’s voice startled you as you squeaked, your gaze finding theirs from their place on the bleachers. “Or at least a fucking lock.”

The metalhead rises to his feet and his shoes bang loudly against the wood as he makes his way to the floor. 

“It’s also amazing how in that time some of your habits haven’t changed, little girl. Running away, hanging up on me, coming here…you not listening.”

“YOU not listening.”, you hissed his way. “You said you appreciate everything I do but you have no idea what that actually entails.”

“I see we’re doing this the hard way. Steve.” 

The man himself silently stomps down the bleachers and strides towards you before reaching for your forearm. You try to fight back, pushing at his chest but he’s much stronger, lifting you off your feet and slamming you down against the hardwood.

Keeping one palm firmly on your throat, he utilizes the other to pull down your sweatpants and underwear but when your hand flies, hitting him across the face, he raises his own to do the same. 

“I told you this isn’t a game you wanted to play.”, Eddie sneered leaning down with his palms on his knees beside you where you and Steve were glaring at each other. “Now, where were we during our phone call. Ah yes, you said Daddy and Master are gone and we’re too fucking busy is that right?”

“Yes.”

Again, Steve’s palm rears back and smacks you hard across the face. 

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, SIR!”

This time when his hand connects with your cheek, you moan at the sensation. 

“Yes, Sir.”, you answer with zero sarcasm. 

“I told you, little girl. Daddy and Master are always watching and taking note. They fucking notice how hard you work when we’re out of town. How you and Maze work together to get things done.”

“We hear how much you all miss us when we call.”, Steve added. “And we feel how lonely you get when we can’t fall asleep with you. We feel it to.”

When your eyes roll, Eddie kneels down and replaces his friend’s hand around your throat.

“Do we need to use the fucking belt, Y/N!? Has it really been that long?!”

“You don’t understand!”

“Then help us to!”

Your bare feet push the pretty boy off you and even as the metalhead tightens his grip, you manage to flip him over on to his back where you straddle his waist.

“Molly started reading Lord of the Rings because she knows you like it, Sir. Sometimes she waits up hoping to talk to you more about it but by the time you come home from the label she’s already in bed.” Eddie blinks as he rests his hands on your hips while you turn your attention to Steve. “Ozzy has been practicing his swim time and wants to try out next year for the community team. He asks if when you’re not busy with Aunt Robin if you could give him some pointers, Daddy, but your never home in time.”

“They tell me they don’t care because ‘Dad and Dada’ are singing or saving people but I care. I care that I see that sad look on their faces when you’re not there. I care that they get their hopes up and you disappoint them! Just because you’re home doesn’t mean your home!”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

Eddie sits up and firmly pinches your cheeks with his fingers. 

“I know you know what he’s asking, Y/N. Don’t play coy. What about you?”

Your head starts to hang but his grip won’t allow it. 

“We…we’ve spent almost everyday together since senior year when our parents kicked us out and we moved in with you and Wayne. After your careers took off i-it was hard but you both made up for it, taking us on vacations or just being home more in general. These p-p-past couple of years…you’re just…gone.”

“Sweetheart.”, the rockstar coos as he pets your head and dries your eyes. 

“I don’t care about dates, gifts, or any superficial stuff like that when it comes to me. When you aren’t there to hold me at night, Sir, I feel so alone. I miss your smell and the way your lips feel against mine.”

Guiding you with his hands, he brought your mouth to his and you reveled in the taste. 

“What else, baby, tell us.”

“I miss choking on your cock while Daddy’s tongue plays with my pussy—”

Steve’s hands yanking you down Eddie’s frame has a smirk flickering across your lips as he positions you on all fours over his friend’s waist. You make quick work of the metalhead’s belt as he lifts his hips to help you pull down his pants allowing his dick to spring free. 

As soon as your mouth enveloped him, one of the former jock’s palms held on to your lower back as he utilized his other to allow his fingers to slide into your entrance while his tongue flicked along your clit. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, I missed this to.”, Eddie groans as his fingers run through your hair. “W-When I jerk off in our hotel room before I crash, I see those big, beautiful eyes looking—shit—looking up me while your mouth is full.”

You gag as your throat constricts around him and his head falls back against the hardwood as he grunts in pleasure. Your lips come off him with a smack as a string of drool follows you and you continue to pump him with your hand as you whimper at the feeling of the man’s motions behind you. 

“P-Please, Daddy. It feels so good!”

A sudden warmth encases you as your hair is tugged back and Steve’s fingers hasten between your legs. 

“No one told you to stop sucking his dick, did they, little girl?”

“N-No, Daddy.”

“So why did you fucking stop?”, he growls in your ear. “Open.”

At his command, you do what he says before he pushes you down onto his friend’s cock once again. 

“Fuck! That’s it, Steve. D-Don’t let her up till she fucking cums.”

Felling your pussy clench around his fingers, he lets you go and you cry out as the coil snaps. 

“Atta girl. Daddy’s good girl.”, he murmurs, praising you as he lifts your shirt and uses it to wipe the spit from your face before fully removing it to toss near your other clothes. “Come here, honey.”

Effortlessly, Steve lifts you and carries you to the bleachers, placing you on top of him to straddle his waist. 

“I m-miss your warmth when I hold you and rest my head on your chest.”, you whimper, watching as he fumbles with his own belt while struggling to keep his composure over his own desperate need to feel you. Cupping his face in your hands, you lean your forehead against his and he heavily exhales at the notion. “The way your fingers bruise my waist while you’re fucking me. You both hold me so tightly still…l-l-like I’m gonna disappear.”

As you push up against him, his palms glide along your back to support you while his lips open mouth kiss along your chest. His breath warms your skin as you gradually sink down onto his cock and he grunts at the sensation. 

“Shit, baby girl, I dream about you on top of me like this. I wake up in the middle of the night in my hotel fucking hard as a rock wishing I-I could feel your—mmph—gorgeous body against mine.”

His amber irises glance behind you before he swivels his body around so his back is lying flat on one of the wood benches. A palm takes hold of your shoulder and you crane your neck just in time to see Eddie’s jaw drop as he guides himself into your ass. 

It was absolutely euphoric feeling them both again after so long. They thrust their hips in sync as if no time had passed and every emotion hit you simultaneously as your body went limp against them allowing them to take over. 

Steve grabbed your limbs and bent them behind your back and the metalhead seamlessly took hold of at your wrists using them as leverage as he slammed into your harder. 

“Hey, hey… look… look at Daddy, baby.”

You whimpered as you struggled to do what he wanted but when you did your eyes locked with his, silently begging for them to push you over the edge. Eddie’s free hand tangled in your hair, pulling firmly while the other boy spanked your behind.

“I love you, Steve.”, you whispered.

“I love you to, baby. Oh f-fuck.”

His lips crashed to yours as you felt his spend warm your insides. Pressing up with one of his palms, he pushed you into the metalhead’s chest so both their foreheads could rest against your skin. 

“I love you, Eddie. Fuck, I’m coming.”

As your orgasm washed over you, ringed fingers gripped your chin and turned you so he could kiss you as he thrust his release into your behind. 

“FUCK! I…I love you, sweetheart.”

The three of you pant heavily as you hold each other, you with one arm around Steve’s neck and the other reaching behind you to do the same with Eddie as your fingers thread through his hair. 

“I miss Eddie making me laugh or just sitting on the counter talking to me while you watch me cook. I miss Steve pulling my legs over his while we watch tv or you comforting me after I have a bad day. I miss the little touches, soft kiss, and whispers in my ear… We used to handle everything together and lately… I feel like…it’s just me…”

Steve’s thumbs caress your cheeks as Eddie kisses your shoulder. 

“And I know things are different. I know you’re both handling your careers and we have two little monsters to handle… I know…I’m…physically not the same…”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. What does that mean?”

“I just…I’ve had two kids—”

‘And?”, Eddie cuts you off before spanking your ass. “Are you implying that you aren’t still as fucking gorgeous as you were when we first saw you?”

“Look. I’m not like you two, ok? Mr. Popular Jock and I’m in a rock band—”

“Alright, well, that’s enough of that.”, Steve replies with a mocking tone as they rise to their feet and he throws you over his shoulder. “Seems like pretty girl has lost her mind.”

You laugh as they take you to the locker room and turn on the showers to clean you. 

“If I suddenly turned into Wayne and lost all my hair, would you still love me?”

“Oh my God. Wayne has hair.”, you giggle. “And of course I would.”

“Pfft suuuure he does.”, he teases as he runs the soap along your skin. “What if Stevie got like a beer gut and lost his luscious head of hair?”

“Why do I get the gut, Mr. Rockstar? You get drunk way more than I do!”

“I would love you both no matter what.”, you coo as you keen into his chest and kiss his cheek making him smile. 

“Then, honey, why do you think that would be a factor when it comes to you?”

Once you were clean and they collected your clothes, you allowed them to dress you before Eddie suddenly paused taking in your shirt. 

“Not that I’m complaining but your drool is still clinging to this thing. Um…” Snapping his fingers, he grabs his own shirt and tugs it over your head, startled him when your arms wrap around his neck and you passionately kiss his lips. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You’re right. We’ve been working too much and we promised you we would do better.”

“But we didn’t. I guess we thought since we still came home at the end of the night, it evened things out…I’m sorry to, Y/N.”, Steve apologizes and you lean forward to kiss him as well.

***

You smile as you hear your son’s loud footsteps bang around upstairs telling you he was awake. 

“Yup, he’s got your genes, Edward.”, your dad joked with a grumble as he sipped his morning coffee. 

“You know, sir, as much as I would love to have the nature vs nurture debate…” Right as he points towards the ceiling above, Molly laughs loudly as her feet bang against the floor before following her brother into the bathroom to brush their teeth. “Yeah, they’re both awful.”

Steve lightly hits his arm while he and your mother laugh. 

Halfway down the stairs, both children gasp in excitement at the sight of their fathers making you grin wide as they jump into their arms. 

“Ay, it’s too early for so much love. Love me in like…”, Eddie pauses as he looks at his watch, subtly winking your way when your daughter giggles. “…two hours.”

“Hey after breakfast, why don’t we go to pool and I can show you guys some tricks I learned on the swim team.”

Ozzy’s eyes widen as he claps his hands. 

“Yeah! I was thinking…dad…about joining the swim team like you did. I’ve been practicing!”

“No way.”, Steve feigns shock as his own wide eyes shift your way. “Well then let’s finish eating the food grandma made and then you can show us all some of your new moves.”

“I’m surprised with how late you came back, you’re awake enough to do anything.”, your mom addresses you with that faint hint of sarcasm that has your dad rolling his eyes. 

“Yeah, Bev, those aren’t insinuations Grandpa needs to hear about at any time of day.”

“What insinuations?”, Molly asks. 

“Nothing.”, all five adults respond in unison causing your children to erupt in a fit of giggles. 

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[the-drift-journal]

Feathered Indians

The pogues were all outside, sitting by the fire. They had been messing around for a while, John B trying to figure out how in the hell to play a guitar while Kiara strummed along on her ukulele, trying to teach him a little even though it was a different instrument. You had been sitting next to JJ, your head resting on his shoulder until he stood up and walked over to John B.

“My god, you’re hopeless. Let me see it.”  

John B handed him the guitar with a furrowed eyebrow and Kiara gave him a confused look. “As if you’d do any better, JJ.”

He walked over and sat back down next to you, getting the guitar situated on his lap and tuning it. “I can play a song or two, hang on.”

You leaned your head back on his shoulder as you listened to him start playing. Holy shit. JJ could actually play guitar. A few chords in and you recognized the tune of Feathered Indians. You smiled to yourself as you listened to him play it and start to hum along, and soon enough, everyone had started either shouting the words or dancing around the fire.

Well, my buckle makes impressions on the inside of her thigh. There are little feathered Indians where we tussled through the night.

John B had stood up with Sarah and started spinning her around in circles and you just watched your friends with wide eyes and a huge smile, JJ having a similar look on his face.

If I’d known she was religious, then I wouldn’t have come stoned, to the house of such an angel, too fucked up to get back home.

After JJ finished the song, he got clapped on the back by Pope and borderline tackled by John B. Once everyone settled a bit, you looked over at him, your face pretty close to his. “Since when do you know how to do that?”

He looked over at you with a soft smile, his eyes going between your own and your lips as he answered you. “I kind of just picked it up.”

You nodded with an amused smile. “Didn’t think to share that with anyone?"

“Just did.” He smirked as he let the hand, he wasn’t leaning on come up to grab your jaw, just barely resting on your throat as he pulled your lips to his. The kiss was tender and sweet, and he could feel your lips curl up into a smile against his own before he pulled away.

“I love you, you know that?”

He nodded and kissed the tip of your nose. “Yes ma’am, I do.” He pulled you into his side as his eyes went back to the fire before he pressed his nose into your hair, mumbling a small ‘I love you too’ in return.

[anjee0]

A Melody from the Heart

Chapter 3 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Female!reader x Eminem (Feel free to put in your own oc insert)

Description - Y/n is struggling artist who decides to perform at an event hosted by MTV where a bunch of celebrities will be watching in person. Marshall is invited and is immediately captured by Y/n's beautiful voice. Now all he wants is for her to be on his next song.

Warnings - Second hand embarrassment, Y/n being awkward as.

As soon as Marshall got back to his hotel, he settled at his laptop and turned it on, curious to find out more about Y/n. He searched her name: ‘Y/n Y/l/n’ at the search bar, surprisingly, without struggling to figure out modern technology either.

As he hit the enter button, a list of links all displaying Y/n's name filled the screen. The first one was to a Spotify page which intrigued his interest immediately. He clicked on the link to be met with her Spotify profile. He looked closely at the profile picture and he could confirm that it was in fact the Y/n he saw singing earlier that night.

Marshall scrolled down carefully to find that she had an album of her own. It was called: ‘Lucid Dreams’ and the cover was a picture of a beautiful night sky with a hazy purple tint to it. He clicked on the album and scrolled down as he browsed through the various tracks displayed in front of him. 

He started with the first song at the top. Marshall listened closely to the glassy synth beats that started to play. It was then followed by Y/n's singing. Her voice was delicate yet so powerful at the same time. Y/n's voice was layered with silkiness and a velvety touch. Marshall leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes as he imagined her singing in front him. He could picture her emotions so well as he caught himself tapping his foot to the beat.

Track after track played, and he just couldn't stop listening. This wasn't the usual type of music he was used to listening to, but Y/n's voice made it hard for him to not be obsessed. Marshall sunk into his chair as the music took him away to a whole other dimension. He hadn't heard music like this in ages. 

When the album came to an end, he immediately clicked around Y/n's Spotify page, looking for any links to her social media. Marshall found one that led to her Instagram and immediately clicked on it. Y/n's account was public and she made a few posts. Her posts consisted of her own covers of various songs as she played a ukulele in the background and a few promoting her album.

Marshall watched the multiple videos of her song covers and was easily mesmerised. The way she strummed the strings on the ukulele with such precision and elegance made her look professional. The comfortable notes of the ukulele complemented Y/n's voice perfectly. 

He continued scrolling through her videos and felt a wave of surprise as he found her doing a cover of Yellow Brick Road. He felt his lips curling up to a small smile as he listened closely. The caption stated: “Been a huge fan of Eminem since I was a teenager, so I decided to cover Yellow Brick Road. ❤️”

After clicking around some more and gathering more information, Marshall called his manager Paul, eager to tell him about Y/n. A few rings went by before Paul answered the call.

“Marshall? Is everything okay? How’d the event go?” Paul asked.

“The event went amazing, man. Listen, you were watching it live, right?” Marshall asked.

“Yeah, I was.”

“Well did you see that first girl? Y/n Y/l/n? She was phenomenal.”

“Yeah. In my opinion, she was the best out of all them. So, why are you calling me?”

“Listen Paul, I really think this girl has some potential. I really want her on a song.” 

“Oh, wow… Really?” Paul asked, his voice was touched with confusion and surprise. He paused for another second before speaking again. “Uh, I mean, are you sure?”

“Listen, I know how it sounds too. This doesn't really seem like me but…” Marshall thought carefully about his next words as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I have a good feeling about her.”

“What exactly do you know about this girl?”

“Well I did some research and she makes her own music. She has her own album and from the looks of it, she's an independent artist-”

“An independent artist? That's gonna be hard to manage Marshall. I'm not sure if this is a good idea.” 

“Paul, I know it is going to be hard to manage but it doesn't matter. This girl has potential and I want the world to see it.”

“The world just has. On live TV.”

“Paul, you're not hearing me out man,” Marshall said, his voice hanging onto everything that it could with a pleading tone. “This is worth it. I want this to happen.”

“Okay, listen. I'm going to check this girl out myself. If I think you're onto something, I'll let you know and maybe we could try to get a hold of her, okay?”

“Okay, yes, thank you.” Marshall sighed in relief. “That's great, man. I'll talk to you tomorrow.”

Marshall went to bed that night with heavy weights of anticipation and nervousness on his back. He would be truly disappointed if Paul disagreed with him. He closed his eyes shut as his mind became occupied with the thoughts of Y/n.

The next morning, Marshall woke up with the small hook of anticipation still hanging onto him. He paced around the room, constantly glancing over at his phone as he bit his fingernails anxiously. Suddenly, his phone started buzzing against the table as it played his ringtone. Marshall saw the call was from Paul and immediately picked it up.

“Paul? Yes? What do you think?” Marshall asked rapidly, not even letting his manager speak first.

“Jeez, morning to you too Marshall.” Paul replied monotonously.

“Sorry, I’m just really dying to know what you think.”

“I get it man, I get it.”

“Well?”

Paul let out a longing sigh before he kissed his teeth. “We can do it.”

As soon as those words left Paul’s mouth, Marshall let out a breath of relief as felt all the nervousness from before gliding off his body. He let out an airy chuckle and smiled gently. “Paul, that’s great. Thank you.”

“We still need to set up a lot of things. I discussed it with the team and they’re happy to take it on. In the meantime, you get in touch with her, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. That sounds great. Thanks man.”

As soon as the call ended, Marshall opened Instagram and went to Y/n’s profile. His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he thought of what to write. He wanted to come off as professional but relaxed at the same time. Marshall started waving his thumbs over the screen as ideas struggled to come to his mind.

In the end he settled with: “Hey, I saw you last night at the The Rhythm of New York Event. You were absolutely phenomenal and I was wondering if you wanted to work on a song with me? Thanks.”

Marshall immediately settled the phone down on the desk before sitting back down on the bed with his elbows resting on his knees. He tapped his foot against the floor rhythmically in quick one second beats as he waited for a response.

Y/n stared at her phone for what felt like an eternity. Her eyes wide and her mouth agape as she tried to process what was in front of her. With a variation of different emotions brewing inside her mind and body, she didn't know how or what to feel. She just stood there, unsure. There was no way that her idol that carried her for nearly her whole life had just messaged asking her to be on his next song. There was no way Eminem, the Eminem, the rap god himself, had said that Y/n was phenomenal.

She immediately called Maya, her fingers shook as she struggled to navigate through the phone. How could she when she was ecstatic and full of shock? The phone rang a few times before Maya picked up.

“Hey girl! What’s going on?” Maya greeted Y/n.

“You need to get here quickly.” Y/n said sharply, getting straight to the point.

“Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, I mean, I think?” Y/n sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m not too sure. I just need you to get here, okay?”

“Alright, I’m getting there okay?”

A few minutes later, Maya showed up looking exasperated. A sheen layer of sweat was painted on her face and cheeks were flushed rosy pink. She panted continuously as Y/n let her into her house. 

“Are you okay?” Maya asked, immediately collapsing on the sofa.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. My engine was busted so I ran all the way here.”

“Couldn’t you have caught the subway?”

“Really? And torture myself like that?”

Y/n giggled at Maya’s comedic response. “Like running here wasn’t torture, right?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me. So, what happened?”

“Right. You’re not gonna believe me if I tell you.” Y/n reached for her pocket and showed Maya the text messages. 

Y/n could see the exact moment where the tiredness on Maya’s face was replaced with utter shock and a wave of excitement. She sat up with her eyes wide as she waved her hands around in joy.

“EMINEM WANTS YOU ON A SONG!” She exclaimed gleefully. She got up from the sofa and intertwined her hands with Y/n’s. “HE WANTS YOU ON A SONG!” She repeated energetically as she jumped around in circles.

“What do I do?” Y/n asked.

“Reply! Of course!”

“How?”

“Say you wanna do it!”

“Do what?”

“The song!” Maya laughed. “Oh gosh. Listen, I’ll do it for you.”

Y/n reluctantly handed the phone over to Maya. She watched as her friend thought carefully about what to type before moving her thumbs across the keyboard swiftly. Maya read over the message one more time and smiled softly as she gave the phone back to Y/n.

“Alright. Read that and tell me if you like it.” Maya said.

Y/n’s eyes scanned the text message briskly that read: “Hey, thank you so much, I’m so glad to hear that you enjoyed my song last night. I would love to work on a song with you. Thank you.”

“How did you do that so flawlessly?” Y/n asked, feeling a bit bewildered.

“I don’t know. It’s kinda easy if anything.” Maya responded.

Y/n rolled her eyes and pulled one of her playful smirks as she sat down next to Maya. “Seriously though. Thank you Maya. This is all happening because you were there for me and helped me out.” Y/n’s gaze softened as she beamed lightly at her friend.

“Don’t credit me.” Maya responded. “Your outstanding talent got you here.” A small pause was followed as a restful silence hung in the air. “Ready to send it?”

Y/n nodded nervously in response. Her thumb shook over the send button subtly. With one final exhale, she sent the message. Immediately, she switched it off and threw it behind her on the sofa.

“Why’d you do that?” Maya laughed.

“It’s like sending a risky text message to your crush.” 

“Didn’t you just do that?”

Y/n scoffed dramatically as she hit Maya’s shoulder gently. “I only had a crush on him for like a few months when I was 15!”

“And if my memory serves correct, you said that you found him ‘hot’ around 2 months ago.” 

“Yeah, two months ago!”

Maya tilted her head and smirked at Y/n like a little child. She hummed playfully and let out a chuckle she struggled to hold back. “Come on.. You still fancy him, don’t you?”

“Okay, well, like a bit…”

“I knew it!”

“A bit! Just a bit!”

“You know what, I see a love story forming between the two of you-”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Y/n interrupted with a loud cackle as she covered Maya’s mouth.

Maya slapped Y/n’s hand off gently and laughed. “I’m just teasing you. I’m so happy for you girl.”

“Thanks Maya. One more thing though…” Y/n responded.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Is it okay if this can stay between us? This is definitely highly confidential and I don’t want people knowing about it.”

“It’s safe with me. Don’t you worry.”

“So now I'm just waiting for a reply…” Marshall explained to Hailie as he poured some tea.

“I will have to admit, this is very unlikely of you, but I think this is the right idea.” Hailie responded.

“I'm surprised that I decided to do it. She's really something else you know?” Marshall sighed as he rested the mug down onto the table. “I'm worried that she's going to decline the offer…”

“Why would she? She said she was a fan of yours on Instagram so I don't see why she would turn it down.”

“I know that, but it's still a possibility.”

“Even if she does, just let it be known that you at least tried and went out of your way to ask.”

“Thanks Hay…”

Hailie smiled softly at her dad before taking his coffee pot and having a sip.

“Did you just say all that sweet stuff so you could steal my tea?” Marshall asked with a dumb smirk on his face.

“No, I'm being honest. I'm just craving some tea. And plus, this is fruit tea. No way you would like this stuff.”

“What? I'm not a baby.”

“Yeah, whatever. So when did you send the message?”

“About an hour ago.”

“Have you checked if she responded?”

“No, not yet.”

“When did you last check?”

“Never.”

“Dad! Come on, you need to check the messages at least every 5 minutes. Come on, check your phone.”

Marshall sighed playfully in a dramatic manner before he took his phone out. As soon as he opened it, he took notice of the notification displayed on the lock screen.

“It's from Y/n.” He said.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Open it!” Hailie encouraged him.

Marshall wasted no time as his thumbs scrambled to unlock the phone and open the DM. When he did, he let out an airy chuckle of relief.

“She said yes…”

“Dad, that's great!” Hailie squealed as she embraced Marshall into a hug. “You need to call her now and talk to her. I'm gonna head back to my room.”

A few minutes passed and Marshall was able to get confirmation from Y/n that she could video call. When she answered, he could see the nervousness plastered over her face. Her cheeks were blushing pink as a nervous smile crept on her face.

“So, Y/n. How are you feeling?” He asked.

“A bit nervous.” She chuckled. “This is just so surreal. I’ve been a huge fan of yours since I was a teenager.”

“I know. I saw your post where you covered Yellow Brick Road. It was great. Your ukulele skills are amazing.”

Y/n’s cheeks flushed even more, turning her a deep red, which she didn’t even know could be possible. “Thank you. I really appreciate that.”

For the rest of the phone call, Y/n told Marshall a bit about herself, mainly just about her music and her life in New York currently. (She skipped over all the personal parts from her childhood, feeling that it was unnecessary to share).

“That’s great that I know you a bit more well now. Listen, this isn’t really something that I do, and I’m only doing this because I really think you’ve got some potential. I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but try your best to not mess it up, okay?”

Y/n could immediately feel the pressure being weighed down on her. How was she supposed to be calm when Eminem told her to not mess up? “I’ll try my best…”

“Good. So, let’s talk about business and how this is going to work. Since you’re an independent artist, I think it’s best we can get you a manager and sign you to a good record label. Are you on board with that?”

Y/n felt a surge of uncertainty spiralling through her. She wasn’t too keen on getting a manager, but she supposed there would be some benefits. “Are there benefits to it?”

“A lot. With a manager, they can give you guidance, help with time management, networking and organising events. And with a record label, they can help you financially, give you boosts and help with your development. There’s a chance that after this, a lot more people will wanna hear your voice. And for that, a manager and record label could help.”

Y/n considered the offer and came to a conclusion that it would be useful. “Okay, that sounds good.”

They talked for another hour or so discussing everything Y/n would have to be prepared for. She will have to admit, she was shaking with anxiousness. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and she couldn’t mess it up, no way. The strain on her was tremendous but she was willing to do anything for it to happen. It was a dream come true. 

“So, how much time do you reckon you’ll need to pack?” Marshall asked.

“Pack what?”

“Your suitcase?”

“My suitcase?”

“Yeah, you’re coming with me to Detroit.”

“I am?”

“How else would we do the song?”

“Oh, right! So I’m staying with you?”

“Yeah… how else would we do it?”

Y/n felt a gush of outpouring embarrassment spill from her guts. She was making herself look stupid in front of Eminem of all people. “Oh yeah! Duh! Of course. Well… to pack, it depends. How long will I be there?”

“At least a couple of months.”

Y/n kissed her teeth as she struggled to cover the shock on her face. She would be spending a few months in Eminem’s mansion. She nodded slowly, trying to think of what to say next without sounding dumb.

“Greal.” She responded.

“Greal?”

Y/n’s eyes twitched as she felt herself growing terribly awkward and mad at herself. “I meant to say great. But then I was gonna say deal. And then it just kinda became greal…” At that moment, she wanted to hang up the call, block Marshall on every social media platform and disappear off the face of the Earth.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s fine, don’t sweat it. I understand, you’re nervous.” Marshall replied sincerely.

Y/n felt a sense of relief knowing that he understood, but the fact that he had just called her sweetheart did not help at all.

Eventually, their call came to an end as they waved each other goodbye. Y/n grabbed her pillow and screamed into it. The lingering embarrassment clutched onto her like a blood-sucking leech. It caused continuous pain that made her feel humiliated. This was really happening. It was real. In one week, she would be hopping on a private jet with Eminem to start a song with him. She couldn’t mess up anymore. It was time to commit to this properly.

A/N: chapter 3 after a month! (I'm so sorry). Also, Marshall calling Y/n sweetheart was a reference to a Rhythm and Flow episode where he called one of the girls sweetheart🙈 I think it was s2ep5 if you wanna see it!

[m4rs-ex3]

so naturally i was up at 1am the other night watching tdp related youtube videos and i figured i'd watch the 2020 comic con panel since it'd been a while and oh my god some of this shit

(also just me talking about how much i love this cast)

"IT IS I, DARK_MAGE_DAD420" i cannot believe that is real

aaravos: "if i want to do a screen call, i must perform a cosmic blood ritual. with a mortar and pestle. AND FLOATING KNIVES" you are fucking kidding me (edit: i realize that pertains to what he did in s2 but still like "cosmic" "ritual" "knives"? cmon)

jason simpson playing the ukulele. that's all.

jack: *talking about how he had a baby in quarantine* eric: i've been doing a lot of gardening... uh i haven't had a baby, but you never know! i mean if it's possible through social distancing aaron: if anybody can make that happen through social distancing it's aaravos you are F U C K I N G KIDDING ME

racquel: some fun things i did- i uhh died my own hair and burned my scalp and i would like to inform you all it's finally healed and we're good to go, i'm ready to do it again! i'm obsessed with the fact that racquel is quite literally claudia irl

the ttm read is awesome. jack came with the Rayla Voice fucking PREPARED oh my god

i don't think i've ever actually talked about the dnd sketch but it is one of my favorite things in the entire world

rayllum in this sketch is amazing particularly callum he is SO down bad like "my character is a mysterious elf assassin with two beautiful blades to match my two beautiful eyes~~ ✨" like hello that's canon idc if it's a sketch that is canon

"my character cannot help but look at her. he locks eyes with rayla's mage" "....there will be time for roleplaying later" HELLO THATS GOLD

viren in this skit is genuinely one of the funniest things i've ever seen. i cannot emphasize enough this is comedy

necromancer ezran. i think about him daily.

s: "i start swinging my sword at, uhh, idk, rayla's mage" r: "WAIT WHAT" c: "uh wait wait i take it back MY SWORDS GLEAM INTO THE LIGHT AS I LEAP TO THE DEFENCE OF THE BEAUTIFUL MAGE!" s: "hey no takebacks!" sibling ass fight i love them

"LIKE WHAT DO YOU ACTUALLY DO?"

i rolled a 1 😐

i loot their corpses for blood >:D

"do elves have four toes?" "i always assumed that they would have 6 so they could learn how to count to 20" paula my love

someone get sasha some hamantaschen

i don't need arc 3 actually i just need the beta script including as many guns n roses references as possible

racquel: ok call me crazy, call me crazy... jesse: you're crazy, racquel racquel: THANK YOU FINALLY they are literally just them

"I WILL NOT BE POSTING A SINGLE THING ABOUT ICE, FOR I AM JULIA" (okay but.... venous frigoris anyone?)

paula: ugh, no one likes soren jesse: well no one likes rayla racquel: you two should fight 😈

long hard sigh

bonus: jason: literally no one likes viren so let's move on

"how old is bait?" "sasha, how old do you think bait is?" "3."

"is-is a glow toad kinda like a toad?" "................kind of"

i fucking love sasha have i ever mentioned that i fucking love sasha

"i think that he's 56." "either 3 or 56 only, apparently"

the saga announcement is great i love how everyone's is so excited they don't even know all of their characters are about to be destroyed physically and emotionally

the way aaron says it so fucking funny "is there gonna be a season 4?" "uh so i think it's really important to emphasize: yes-"

"i too want to cry" "just cry, just-" "IT'S A PANDEMIC. NO TEARS. THERE'S NO CRYING IN A PANDEMIC." "...where is this rule coming from?"

and finally there were a handful of moments that i could not do justice by transcribing in a post so here is a masterfully edited compilation i made

[altis-of-olympia]

How does it feel to have just received the most insincere apology since Colleen Ballinger pulled out a ukulele?

https://www.tumblr.com/athenaeum-of-the-herald/788803646850760704/good-morning-i-would-like-to-say-that-your?source=share

Hi Amanda :) 

I feel indifferent. I don’t feel any better. If anything, I feel validated in my feelings given the circumstances of her apology. People are publicly pressuring her to do so. And she glazed over my dearest friends and what she did to them. Wings, Veridian, Mystic, and all of the folks in Acropolises deserve apologies, and we all deserved them before the public instructed her to apologize. 

But in honor of the occasion, I will list the things that she taught me, which I have had to unlearn. 

The idea that there is any authority on who can and cannot be a Priestx. Anyone can be a Priestx, no one is the deciding factor. That title is between the individual and the Theoi. I simply act as a guide, should one be needed. 

The idea that you can only be a Priestx of one God. I have found sources that debunk this. It didn’t take me very long to encounter them. This, I have also made a post on. 

The way that I mentor and teach is heavily based on the ways that she did not mentor or teach me. I told her she was my mentor. I told her I looked up to her. And she still treated me how she did. The way I mentor others is heavily based on what I wish I had – I support where I can, uplift, leave my opinion out of it, and have open conversations. I don’t treat any of them like attack dogs or rile them up to speak what is on my mind. If I have things to say, I’ll just say them. 

How a server is run. Not in secret, with people who are my closest friends policing people in server and then taking the fall for me. No, I work with my staff team to create an open, educational environment. That is what the Grove of Olympia is. An open, educational environment for all. Even me, as I am not immune to learning. 

I could keep going. But I think you get the point. 

And yes, Charlotte and I spoke in dms today. I received an apology. I did not accept it. I do not forgive her for what she did to me or my dear friends. I never sent my followers after her. I never asked anyone to do anything. I’ve simply been watching on the sidelines. I never blocked her on discord or tumblr. I kept the door open. I think it is sad that she had to be instructed to unblock us and instructed to apologize. But I don’t know what I expected. 

I do not look down on her, and I will encourage others to look down on no one. Simply use this as a learning experience. Be critical of people you look up to online. Yes, even me. Please be critical of me. I want to be held accountable for my actions. 

To my friends, I’m proud of you all. Keep your chins up and don’t let things like this get you down. I am always here should any of you need anything. I love you guys. 

And Amanda, my friend, thank you for the question and for informing me of the post. 

Charlotte, have the day you deserve. 

Xaire, Altis.

[the-camp-half-blood-library]

do you know of any fics where nico’s ability and powers are just shown off really well/ powerful nico overall. some solangelo would be preferred but not necessary :)

Hey there! We've got five fics for you, just mind the tags

Losing control by @sunflowersandscreams

Nico and Will are attacked by monsters on a date, and Nico's powers get out of hand. Whumptober Alternative Prompt 1: Losing control

there's magic in my bones by @penguinly

With a quest carrying the Golden Fleece to the other side of the country, Camp Half Blood's defenses are down. For the past week, the campers have been fending off monsters along the weakened barrier but on the last day, disaster strikes. Nico gets to fight a drakon. or, Whumptober Day 7: Magic With A Cost

Sun in My Eyes, Yours On The Prize (Me) by KeiraSola

Being the son of Hades complicated some parts of Nico's life. For one, most demigods' knee jerk reaction to his heritage was still fear. It was better than before but it still happened. And two, he was very sure that the average demigod did not spend time getting sent on errands for their parents or helping with the paperwork of their domain. But that's ok, Nico learned to live with it. Embrace it even, after he became the Ghost King and a prince of the Underworld. That doesn't mean he was ok with being Ancient Law engaged to his best friend and crush because of them though. (Excerpt from Chapter 5) “Are we -” Nico blinked slowly, looking around the room at his family who wore proud and happy expressions “Are we celebrating something? Is that why you called a family dinner Dad?” The lord of the Underworld raised one fine eyebrow. “Did you really think we would not celebrate your engagement my son?” “MY WHAT!?” (A Nico-centric Solangelo story told non-linearly)

Resurrection, For Dummies and Oblivious Children by @thegoldencontracts

"I was naive," Nico continued. "And I've learned from back then about the dangers of accidentally resurrecting people because you thought they were just pranking you. The incorporeal form of a spirit is not makeup, and the warble of a dead soul's voice is not, in fact, 'just special effects'. But that does not excuse my actions. As such, I would like to firmly state that-" "It's the toxic gossip train!" "I will never-" "Just take the ukulele, Neeks," Bianca said, because there was no getting out of this for him, clearly. Nico looked at the ukulele. Then back at her. Then at the ukulele. Then at her again. And for a few seconds, he just looked between her and the ukulele helplessly. He took the ukulele. At age ten, Nico di Angelo is not quite properly told that his sister is dead. This leads to an oblivious little boy with the most adorable set of puppy-dog eyes going on a quest of unintentional resurrection and helping save the world, for better or for worse.

You're no saint, you're no savior by @yonemurishiroku

Written for the prompt on Tumblr by @/bitchberry "Zeus attacking Nico with lightning and Nico redirecting it back at zeus because he just seems like the type of person to know how to do that"

Leave kudos, leave a comment, and happy reading!

-Mod 2

(also sorry for going missing for like two weeks i didn't have wifi and therefore couldn't talk to mod 1 or do... anything! yay! back now tho)

[icanwriteitblindfolded]

Written in the Stars Eddie X (Fem) Reader

Summary: soulmates, astrology, and tarot were all silly in your mind. You scoffed at the idea of someone being out there for you and the “universe” having a special purpose for you. There’s no such thing and it’s all a hoax, right? Well you’re not sure anymore and you have to find out, even if it means bringing your boyfriend along for the ride.

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Slow burn, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, reader is not from Hawkins and bonds with Eddie and his gang. Just two idiots who don’t know they’re falling in love. Eventual smut but it’s going to be a long and slow build. ❤️‍🔥

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* Song being referenced is One by Metallica.*

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Part Thirteen:

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“Wow!” Eddie exclaimed. You’d taken over the driving duties at the last rest stop and Eddie sat in the passenger seat. When you both reached the skyline that used to occupy your everyday life he perked up. “Wow!” “Have anything else to add Munson?” He giggled and looked around the streets to observe the crowds. People from all walks of life gathered and watched your car drive through, Eddie drawing attention as he gawked in amazement. “I’m really showing I’m not from here, aren’t I?” You nodded and giggled as he continued to watch the world you knew well pass before him.

“I don’t blame you for being pissed to leave this place. And for Hawkins!” He groaned and slammed his hand on his knee. “Eh, it’s not so bad.” “How can you say that? Do you see the places I could play out here? We past seven bars already with an open mic for any acts! I can’t even get the guys to leave the area because the trip is too far. What does Hawkins have at all?” You smirked and took ahold of his hand. “You.” He blushed and pushed your hand back to the wheel. “Okay, very cute.” You smiled as your car snaked through the streets and parked near the psychic’s shop, it wouldn’t be for another two hours to get the reading, two hours to kill.

“So down the road is another mall, it’s a bit larger than Starcourt but we can do that if you’d like?” His eyes lit up and he jumped in the seat. “Yes! Do they have a music store there?” You nodded, it’s been a few months but you remember the place well enough. You started the car and headed out to the mall.

Eddie’s eyes became the size of saucers when you both walked through the doorway to the store. Guitars lined the wall as did small ukuleles, bass guitars, amps and cables. On the other side was the records they sold as well. Eddie picked you up in his arms and carried you to the back where they kept the metal music. “Hi, welcome to Music Emporium. What would you like today?” Eddie grinned unable to speak from the pure euphoric surroundings. “Um my boyfriend wants to know if you have the latest Metallica album?” The guy nodded. “Absolutely, would you like to hear a few of the songs? We’ve got a listening booth in the back here.” Eddie nodded and pulled you with him as you both followed the guy. He handed Eddie the record and closed the curtains. “This is the fucking coolest!” You smiled and placed the album on the turntable and put the headphones on Eddie’s head. He smiled softly before letting his moves show and mimicked another air guitar. Eddie removed the headphones placing them on you, a soft guitar melody played over, more somber than any of their previous songs. The rhythmic hook repeated as Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You know, this is kind of a nice spot?” Eddie buried his face in your neck and kissed your collarbone. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as the song came to the chorus. “Eddie, I don’t think this is a good place for that?” He laced his fingers together around your stomach and pulled you closer to him. “I don’t know? Music, the fact no one can see us right now, we’re alone…” A purposeful cough alerted Eddie he wasn’t entirely alone with you. You both jolted and looked to find the employee with his arms crossed. “This isn’t the changing room at Penny’s folks, take that downstairs.” Eddie blushed and let go of you as you both filed out of the sound booth. Eddie grabbed the cassette of the album, a pack of guitar strings and picks before cashing out. The girl behind the counter had Raven hair and a few piercings, she eyed Eddie like he was a delicious entrée. You cleared your throat when she leaned on the counter when he slid the money to her. Eddie thanked her as you both left.

You laced your arm through his as you both left and walked to search the nearby shops. Nothing stood out for you both, though Eddie did linger in a shop selling used comics because they had a cool Dungeon Master screen he wanted, but it was two hundred dollars. “Sacrilege!” Eddie shouted and you looked at the clock in the food court, only forty five minutes left before you and he would return to Madam Nero’s. “We’ve got to go now.” He sighed and followed you out to the car. Eddie looked through his bag and popped the tape in. Skipping to the song you both were listening to back at the shop.

The song filled the car with its melancholic lyrics, of feeling lost and alone. Eddie ejected the tape and put it back in the bag. You sighed feeling the heaviness of the situation at hand. “I’m being ridiculous aren’t I?” He shrugged and looked back to the street beside his window. “I know I am Eddie. I’m trying to figure out if… if soulmates are a real thing. Or if you and I will actually work. I’m basing everything in our relationship on this.” Eddie started to gnaw at his thumb, the nail was already short but he was biting it to nothing.

“F/N. I don’t know much about this stuff myself, and I’m not great with relationships either. All I know is I like you and I will try to make this work. If you’re ever unhappy with me or our relationship as a whole just say it.” You sighed as you parked the car in front of the shop. The open sign glowing in Eddie’s face. He turned to look at you, motioning you to head inside and let the powers of fate and destiny take over. You opened the door to head inside, Eddie followed close behind.

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The shop still had that generic look it had two years prior. Eddie took a seat beside the door as you made your way through the beaded curtain. There she was; except her hair was shorter and out of the silk scarf, she wore a Notre Dame sweatshirt and her cheeks were more hallowed. “Were you F/N?” You nodded and took the seat, feeling guilt plague your heart. She smiled and reached out to your hand, giving it a slight squeeze. “It’s okay dear. I know I may not look like the typical person to do this, but I’m sure we can help you.” You nodded, a stench of medicine on her breath, you knew that smell well, your father had it when he went in for chemotherapy.

“Now, what would you like to know?” You nodded and calmed yourself as best you could. “I saw you two years ago, and you told me something. I just need to know if what you said, has come true?” She shrugged. “Depends, can you enlighten me a bit?” You nodded and looked back through the curtain, you could see Eddie sitting in the chair by the door, pursing his lips as he waited. “You said I’d meet someone, they’d be very special… I think I’ve met him and I just want to know if it’s actually the guy you saw?” She nodded and stood up, a cane beside the table you’d never seen, she wobbled as you tried to help but she brushed you away. She reached the curtain and opened it to look at Eddie. “Young man, get your ass back here. I haven’t got all day!” Eddie scurried to his feet and walked through the door. He too attempted to help her to her seat but she waved him to a chair beside you, before you lowered herself back into hers.

“So, you want to know if this boy is the one? Or if he’s meant to be with you?” You nodded and Eddie wrapped his arms around your shoulder. Madam Nero looked at this and smiled, shuffling the cards and laying out three as before. She smiled at the outcome and looked at you both. “Darling, I’d say you’ve got a good man here.” You leaned over to Eddie and felt your body relax. “And a good relationship is just beginning. You’re both very much in love, but you don’t know if you are right for each other.” You nodded. “Stop worrying. Just let yourselves feel what you want, you love him, and he loves you.” Eddie pondered at those remarks and looked over to the cards. They were nothing but blank index cards this time.

“Wait! You didn’t even read the correct cards!” She smirked and tapped his hand. “I don’t need to read any. Why did you feel the need to come all this way? Are you afraid you’re not right for each other?” You nodded and Eddie looked at you with that pained expression. “Stop feeling that you’re not good enough! Both of you! I’ve seen my fair share of people come through that door with a partner and I read what they want me to. But I’ve learned something; sometimes it’s best to tell people what they truly need to know. These cards could damage your relationship more than they could help. I don’t sense anything bad between you two, in fact I can sense a deep passionate love. I don’t need cards to see that you two are a match.” You felt yourself sobbing and Eddie pulling you closer to him.

“Please.” She urged, reaching to both of you. “Go home and love each other, don’t fret what the universe has in store. I think it did the right thing with bringing you two together, whether that was foreseen or not; I think you were meant to be.” You wiped a tear away and stood up with Eddie. Pulling a twenty out of your pocket when she shoved your hand away. “I didn’t actually do anything. No charge for that. Just enjoy the time you both have.” You nodded as you and Eddie walked out the door, you glanced back at her one last time, feeling a surge of guilt and sadness. You’d wasted her time, and Eddie was also probably feeling jilted by your actions.

He opened the door as he let you out and you walked to the car turning to face him. “Eddie I’m so…” His lips were on yours in an instant, hungrily devouring the breath from your body and pinning you against the car. You pulled him away for a moment, his eyes fixed on you, lustful and burning. “What was that for?” “I’m going to enjoy the time I have with you. Like she said. I won’t waste another minute, I just want you.”

You felt the knot in your stomach growing and Eddie’s kiss was intoxicating. He found your neck and sucked hard, a bruise surely forming under the pressure from his lips. “Not yet, I just want to go back home.” He sighed and nodded opening the door for you. You climbed into the seat and looked back at him, a small frown on your lips. “I do have one more stop to make before we go. And I need to do it quickly.” Eddie nodded as you started the car heading into the suburbs.

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You brushed the dirt off the stone, it had a few cracks in the concrete and lettering but still looked like it did when it was new. Eddie stood beside you as you placed a simple gathering of flowers you had picked from the field nearby on the patch of dirt. You’d not intend to make this stop, and that made the guilt in your stomach over the last several hours feel even worse.

Eddie wrapped his arm around your waist when you stood up. “How did he…?” “Cancer. When I was twelve. We had no idea, everything seemed normal. He came to a play I was in, complaining about a headache but my mom wrote it off. Just told him to take some Tylenol and he’d be fine. But…” You shivered as Eddie tightened his grip to hold you closer, that touch letting you know he’d be there. “He collapsed when the intermission came. I was told to leave and we were being taken to the hospital. I remember the tubes in his arms and legs, he looked like he was a robot, not my dad. When the doctor said cancer… I knew. I knew it was all over. He may have been buried six months later, but… I made peace with his death long before they placed him here.” You cried into Eddie’s chest. “God I’m a terrible person.”

Eddie rubbed your back and pulled you tighter to his body. You shook uncontrollably and he smoothed your hair, cooing in your ear and shushing your cries. “You’re not. You’re not a terrible person. You knew, you just knew. Rather than deny the inevitable, you accepted it. You accepted that he’d be gone.” “I didn’t spend much time with him, I couldn’t.” He nodded and placed a kiss within your hair. “It was hard. I wish I were there; I could’ve been there for you.” You snorted. “You know, dad would’ve loved you?” “Oh yeah?” You nodded and looked up at Eddie, he gently wiped the tears from your eyes and brushed your hair back. “Yeah. You make me happy. He’d love that.” Eddie smirked and looked over to the headstone. “That’s all?” You nodded and collapsed into Eddie’s chest. “You do make me happy, and I love you.” He brushed your hair again, cradling your head against his chest.

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this. Wasted your time.” He pulled your head away from his chest and leaned down to give a soft kiss. You blushed under that gentle caress of his lips, especially the location you both were in. “That’s okay. You wanted to know. You know now, and I know. Let’s take it one step at a time. Who knows what the universe has in store for us. But like the lady said, let’s not waste it.” You nodded as you and Eddie left the cemetery, his arm clutching you closer than ever before, and your mind and heart at ease finally getting the closure you needed.

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@dreamerjj

@micheledawn1975

@3rd-conchord

@foreveranexpatsposts

[transfemme-shelterdog]

anon who talked about the ukulele and the music career thing here -

do you have any advice for hrt voice change? im nervous to start T cause i do want to go into music, but in afraid itll change my voice in a way that makes it impossible to sing like i can now, even though all of the changes are overall desireable to me

youre kinda the only person i feel i can ask cause of all the transmasc hate out there and the ukulele steryotype thing. i dont want to get dogpiled for just... wanting to live my life

Hey, so I actually went to a show not too long ago for Bells Larsen, who actually went through a similar thing. He talked about this at his show, and mentioned how he can't sing his old songs in the same voice (he had a recording career prior to starting T). He also talked about how he had to re-learn how to sing, and develop a new voice.

Interestingly enough, he did a concept album where he recorded it once pre-T, then once after starting T, and he harmonized with himself

My word of advice, coming from someone who does pride pupself in pup's singing voice, is to embrace it. Accept that yeah, you're gonna have changes, and yeah, you're gonna have to develop a new singing voice. But that's ok. There's nothing wrong with that. There's a beauty in change, and there's a beauty in exploring the new you. Treat it like an exploratory exercise. You can now also start singing covers of songs you couldn't before, and there's fun in that too.

[ck4yd3-n]

THINGS I LOOK FORWARD TO IN MY BSD DR ☾⋆

♡ - The Agency's café (Café Uzumaki) scent, like imagine you just went there to start your day and suddenly you get a whiff of the scent of a warming café. I've always adored the scent of coffee even in this reality. It is said the manager smells like coffee himself.. I'm gonna need a tutorial on him.

♡ - My everyday habit of going up to the Agency rooftop before shift ends and just relishing in the warmth of the sunset playing before me. The cool breeze, the painted skies, thinking about how much I've accomplished. You can't just not watch the sunset in your DR (I mean it's totally okay if you don't, watching the sunset in your home reality just feels different, yknow?).

♡ - The overwhelming amount of paperwork. I know, I know, I sound crazy, but I want to experience that relief after I finally finished covering up for Dazai's 2-week due paperwork. Might be the same as school work, but just a different feeling.

♡ - The errands.. oh, the errands. I don't care if it's something as simple as picking up some groceries, at least I'll get back by foot by the time I'm done. Walking through the streets of Yokohama while I carry the heavy load of vegetables for the Agency kitchen.

♡ - The PM/ADA nights. Please, I NEEDED a healthy relationship between the two organizations. What could be better than shifting to a reality where there IS a healthy relationship between the two? Mori is not a perv and treats Elise like his daughter.. Dazai still left the Mafia because of Odasaku (sorry), pretty sure I made Mori beg for forgiveness from Yosano and Dazai.. and now they're like popstars in the 2000s. Partying every friday night in a chosen individual's house. And the sleepovers.. I never had a sleepover outside of this reality's house before, so this is such an anticipated experience.

♡ - The fact that I can play any kind of guitar. Actually, this was always a scripted idea for all of my drs.. except for this reality. Cuz I'm too broke to buy one, let alone have time to learn. Typically the ukulele since it's small.

♡ - Using my ability, obviously. Can't wait to be the Avatar without firebending, metalbending, and not that OP. Thanks to Fukuzawa's ability to let his subordinates have better control of their ability, I won't have the fear of accidentally taking someone's air out of their lungs or drowning them like I once feared in 2020.

♡ - The midday escapes to a place that you know if you know where to find it. As I mentioned a few blogs ago, Dazai and Chuuya are my father figures—I know they aren't exactly the ideal ones, but they're better parents than my biological parents.. (in my DR, of course you'd have the trauma of a psychologically abusive household like I did in this reality✌️) and even if Dazai left the Mafia, he and Chuuya are still in touch even offering Dazai to stay in his place until he finds one himself. During their mafia days, they bought an old shed off a property and turned it into a wonderland of themselves—I'm talking about painted walls of half hearted insults, the corner of blankets, colored bandages acting like fairy lights on the ceiling, a whole pantry dedicated to crab and mackerels..? Yes.

♡ - THE EVENTS GOD YES!! Christmas in the ADA, in Yokohama while it's snowing?? YAYAYEYAYYSES. Also scripted an annual day where a member gets chosen by the spinning wheel to be mimicked (idk if I worded that right) and that chosen member is everyone's outfit for the day. For example Atsushi—everyone will either dress up as a white tiger or actually dress like him. For the entire day. From the first hour to the last hour of the shift. They'll act like them too.

♡ - The days where Chuuya teaches me how to play an electric guitar. Yes, Chuuya plays an electric guitar in my DR, fight me. He would boast to Dazai that he's more musically gifted than him, and would nudge me to show off. I took inspiration from his this reality's VA, who's also the one singing the OPs alongside Tachihara's VA.

Anddd a lot more! I really can't wait to go back home.

[floylia]

ELYSIAN ♫

Overworked & Underpaid

Characters:

[name] — Has been in the industry for the past 7 years under Fatui Entertainment. You were scouted through your youtube account where you used to sing covers and originals. With no intentions of pursuing music, you ignored it, until Lumine and Aether dared you to audition as a joke. Audition day came and you sang the “banana song” from Despicable Me with Aether’s dead-beat ukulele. 2 months later, you received an acceptance letter.

Ayaka — Used to be a part time model for her older brother’s clothing collection before becoming a renowned actress throughout Teyvat after starring as a lead in one of Hutao’s shows. Brand deals were sold left and right. Every product she showed on camera became out of stock.

Lumine — Began vlogging during your senior year to “capture the last moments of high school.” After uploading her first video, thousands of views, likes, and comments flooded her inbox within 12 hours. The viewers loved seeing the chaotic chemistry between the three of you, earning you the nickname, “Golden Trio.”

Hutao — Famous for producing fantasy or historical based films with tragic endings. She has mentioned in multiple interviews that she owns a cup that said “tears of my viewers.” It’s a bit sadistic, but every time she uses it, new ideas come to mind. That’s when her co-workers know that a new hit movie is in the making.

Aether — Was a former trainee who was set to debut in a boy group, but instead quit to became a producer. No one truly knows why, not even Lumine. However, he seems happier with his job now—meeting new people and traveling between places seems to be his calling.

Thoma — The famous manager of DCKZ. He was caught walking towards the company building, wearing a black mask, while scrolling through his phone when suddenly reporters camping outside, told him to stand and wave for the camera, thinking that he was one of the DCKZ members. Still confused, Thoma did what was asked before the reporters realized their mistake. The video blew up and ever since that day, many fans greeted him eagerly during concerts.

Synopsis: After 7 years of enduring the media’s relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, you’re forced to go through an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo album. Surely, this won’t affect your reputation once more, would it?

scaramouche x fem!reader

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[copperbadge]

Last night I decided it was time for some good ol' fashioned Danish antidepressants: A LEGO KIT.

[ID: Two photos taken from the head of the bed; in the first, my cats are visible loafing near the foot, beyond a lap tray with lego bricks on it. In the second image, Dearborn the tortie stares at the camera while I show off the start of the build in the foreground.]

Normally I'd sit at the dining table for this, but Dearborn has begun to get antsy in the evenings because she and I tend to hang out in the living room while Polk won't leave the bed (I leave the heated pad on during the day for them) and Dearborn doesn't like it when the whole clowder isn't together. So, I've taken to doing evening projects on the bed, if I can.

[ID: Three images of the build in progress; the first shows a strange-looking elongated piece, brown at one end and blue at the other with a circular black area in the middle. The second image shows this piece plus two sinuously curving blue pieces made of multiple lego bricks. The third image shows the curving pieces snapped onto the long piece to form a ukulele, with the circular black area representing the central hole in the sound board.]

This is the Tropical Ukulele 3-in-1 kit, where you can build a ukulele but the same bricks will build a little dolphin or a surfboard if you prefer. I really like how it came together -- you build the sound board and neck first, then stick the curved edges of the body on. The result is that it looks like random shapes until you snap the body on, and then it looks like a ukulele very suddenly, which is extremely satisfying.

Polk did some quality testing.

[ID: A photograph of Polk the tabby, who has become interested in the build and is sniffing the "head" of the ukulele where the tuning pegs are sticking out, her ears slightly awry.]

It's very pretty, and the instrument has a nice weight to it; it also feels like maybe lego has done some reworking to make their bricks slightly more snug when snapped together, because it feels like it held together more securely than the typewriter I built a few years ago. I also got to build flowers for the first time, which are something Lego is offering more and more frequently. They're fiddly as hell to build but the end effect is great.

And I love that the head is slightly hinged -- the "strings" go on very loosely, and they're flexible so they were kind of bent all over, but then you tilt the head back slightly and they go taut and stay that way.

Overall very satisfying build and lovely final product, 11/10 would strum if I could.

[ID: The finished product, resting on my lap desk on the bed; a light blue ukulele with silver "strings" sits securely on a curving base. In front of it are two large colorful tropical lego flowers; there is also a third flower attached to the ukulele at the base of the neck.]

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I've been postponing this for too long, I've been planning to do this post for a few weeks now but I kept putting it off :')

SO. dog man x hellaverse part 2 and why I think that "I will be okay" fits both Dog man and Petey (but for me, more Dog man)

the reason this song reminds me of them so much is that they both had people in their lives who just abandoned them and while in Octavia's case she wasn't really abandoned by her father cause he's still trying to get her back, in both cases of Dogman and Petey they were abandoned for real :'< and the reason why I like it more for Dogman is that he and Alice had a much better relationship (as seen in his flashbacks) than Petey did with his father

but I decided to write texts for both of them :D

~Dog man's version~

"Your boxes packed up on the bed,

his words are in my head,

tellin' me it will be okay, you'll remember what he said....

or was it just another lie?

this place that used to be our home,

would you call me on the phone?

will I hear your voice in the midle of the night when I turn out the lights?

or are you just another ghost?

Oooooh

how could you lie to my face?

and did our time mean nothing to you?

were you bluffing all along?

that you would be there to see,

yourself forgiven by me,

if you thought that I'd take it, you were wrong,

oh, you were wrong,

and when you're gone, I will be okay,

I will be okay though I'll never be the same,

and I'll know that I was right to doubt you,

I'll grow without you and you'll only know my name...

He always told me I'd be okay,

well I'll be okay though I'm not okay today,

but my tears won't fall upon your shoulder,

I'll just get older and you'll only know my name..."

I imagine that instead of playing the guitar like Octavia, he would play the piano and be able to sing either in his mind or through some talking collar that Petey would make for him and at the end he'd go to the wall where he hung a picture of him, Knight and Alice, take it down and in its place hang a picture of him, Petey, Lil Petey and 80HD :3333

~Petey's version~

"Your boxes packed up on the bed,

her words are in my head,

tellin' me it will be okay, you'll remember what she said....

or was it just another lie?

this place that used to be our home,

would you call me on the phone?

will I hear your voice in the midle of the night when I turn out the lights?

or are you just another ghost?

Oooooh

how could you lie to my face?

and did our time mean nothing to you?

were you bluffing all along?

that you would be there to see,

yourself forgiven by me,

if you thought that I'd take it, you were wrong,

oh, you were wrong,

when you were gone I have been okay,

I have been okay though I'll never be the same,

and I know that I was right to doubt you,

I grew without you and you only know my name...

She always told me I'd be okay,

well I'll be okay though I'm not okay today,

but my tears won't fall upon your shoulder,

I just got older and you only know my name..."

he would 100% play his mom's ukulele, but as I said, it suits him less because he doesn't care about his father (*cough* as if he deserved it at all *cough*) just like Dogman could care about Alice

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TIT RECAP/THOUGHTS

SPOILERS OBV

Okay so firstly the open PSA that Dan wrote about "no photos or videos if you do, I will sue your ass to the ground" and "no flash photography do you want Phil to fall off the stage...again?!?!?" killed me. it was so cute

preshow playlist, stunning, beautiful all around bops.

the sudden cut off of the music and lights to signal the show started, genuinely shocked and I was SAT let me tell you.

THEY CAME OUT AND THEY WERE REAL?!? NOT A SIMULATION?? listen I still can't get over that, I can't believe they were real people who look and sound exactly like they do on my tv at home!! I was so focused on them and soaking every moment in, I couldn't handle it

have I mentioned how attractive they are?!?!?

okay also literally Phil straight up STOPPED THE SHOW BECAUSE HE HAD TO SNEEZE AND DAN JUST STARED AND WAS LIKE PHIL WTF and I loved every second I was like yes this is straight up what they do in videos, let's have our little squirrel moment babes.

plus it made it feel even more silly and improv, overall I know obv they scripted a lot but it was sooo interactive and they ad libbed so much and I adored it

the dollhouse recap i swear wtf. first off, it was such a creative and fun idea and the different sets, and dressed up dolls that the clothes matched!! also okay I'm so sorry I had no idea the random sex positions would be a theme of the show so I was gobsmacked, but the 69ing during pinof??? "so we did what 2 closeted twinks did upon meeting each other for the first time.... put sharpie's cat whiskers on!!!" shut up for the love.

I genuinely loved the role model or no-el model segment. my show was in NC so they first option for Dan as the Mr. Lawyer was he bans ___ and someone said south carolina and they both just were rendered speechless and were like damn oh dear but laughing too.

The boxing match was so hot dear heavens, Dan's expression when Phil came out in the fake- *cough* I mean very real abs. He was acting for his LIFE.

the confessions were so good, just wish it lasted a little longer. the yapping was good and also idk if this was standardized but the whole thing where Phil said "I have a cute but also sociopathic thing going on and I think it's working for me 😌" like shut up you're so adorable

omg the quick change where they kept their mics on and narrated so many innuendos I was dying omg so silly and so funny I loved it. I was really impressed with how fast they changed, but also talked the whole time.

I loved every single solitary part of this show and I loved how they joked about how they were sorry we all went to school with whiskers then got out in the trash (cause yeah basically) and how they literally did raise us and should be blamed for us being feral not our actual legal guardians.

okay so. this show 9/10. here's where the last 1 point went.

please don't kill me, but I wasn't a fan of the song. I'm not entirely sure what it was, but the whole show was so raw and perfect and then the song was just really synthetic and overly autotuned where I personally didn't even hear their voices. like I couldn't tell who was singing which part. the ukulele part was cute, and I really hoped that would've been all of it, I guess the internet is here and interactive introverts and everything's fine just was so good you couldn't raise the bar again, but that was just my personal opinion, I know a lot of people loved the song and it was catchy and cute, I'm just not personally a fan of kpop/synthesized music so I was a little disappointed in the song but the dancing slapped so hard.

Dan flawlessly executing every move and strut and making eye contact with us while Phil very intentionally was focused on not tripping or walking off the stage and looking at Dan a few times to check if he was doing it right MY HEART.

cuties, gay, both of them, love them

overall I spent last night frantically calculating if I could afford to spontaneously go see the Nashville show as well and spend another 10 hours in the car today but regretfully thought against it.

[cannibalisticvalkery]

Drawing Archet rn and their design is scritching my brain and I love Archet so much I need more Archet content and headcanons please and thank you

I'm going through an art rut kinda but I can't give some fun facts about him!!!

Archet wears odd earrings, changing them practically every day. These earrings usually correspond to his outfit colorwise and the mindset he wants for the day(if his outfit is blue, he may wear cool toned earrings to match or yellow to pop out, and if he wishes for luck he may wear a set of rabbit's foot and four leaf clover earrings) they do not have to have symmetry

They don't like mirrors or anything they can see their face in(they don't find themselves ugly. There's just a lore reason I haven't sorted out yet)

They know the when, where, and why they are going to die

If you ask them about their death, they will deadpan until you change the topic

Their favorite animal is the armadillo

They are anemic and have to take iron pills

They have two sets of eyelids, one being see-through and closing in the opposite direction from usual

They're an amazing swimmer and can breath under water

They can see in the dark

Their glasses are usually squared, but sometimes the frames change to funky shapes

They HATE Dr. Bright like fully despise the guy. Why? You'll have to see...(I haven't drawn it yet)

They are immune to anything that could kill them that isn't their set death date. This is something the foundation has thought of using to their advantage, but they decided otherwise at least until Archet tells them.

Though he works there, he will always take the time to hate on the foundation. He is a hater at heart.

After Alto Clef dies, he learns how to play the ukulele and pins Clef's hat to his office wall. He also takes over Clef's position and regularly visits Meri

They love architecture(I actually named them after this), archery(I DID NOT name them after this, PINTEREST), and entomology

They care A LOT about the anomaly kids in foundation care or otherwise

They might be french?(I haven't decided also not from France just french)