#The first thing I thought was that fucking Annie song
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COWBOY LIKE ME
✸ pairing: jason grace x cowgirl!reader smau
✸ notes: this is a random ass prompt but i like it hehe 🤭 this was originally gonna be a leo one but then i found the first pic…cowboy wannabe jason it is
…now playing: our song—taylor swift
yn.ln: cuntry 🎀
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ssmchsizzleee: JASON, SHE’S SOUTHERN AND GREEK, RUN FOR THE HILLS BROTHA 🗣️🗣️
╰┈➤ j.grace: too late 🤷♀️
╰┈➤ yn.ln: said the mf from TEXAS 😒
sunshinesolace: YEEHAW MOTHERFUCKERS ‼️🦅
╰┈➤ yn.ln: YEEHAW
j.grace: i think i pull of the princess cowgirl hat pretty well, if i do say so myself
╰┈➤ yn.ln: yes baby, you’re very pretty
╰┈➤ j.grace: 🤭
abchase: A WIN FOR US SOUTHERN GIRLIES 🤞🤍COWGIRL PARTIES 4EVER
╰┈➤ yn.ln: 4EVER AND EVER BETH
annabethsbf: i never wanna see a pair of boots ever again oh my fuck
╰┈➤ yn.ln: life was so much better five seconds ago before you commented this
honey.hazell: SAVE A WHO AND RIDE A WHAT
╰┈➤ annabethsbf: HAZEL NO HIDE YOUR EYES
╰┈➤ honey.hazell: WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN
╰┈➤ yn.ln: hazel…sweetie no 😭
piedpiper: still can’t believe you pulled off a rodeo themed party
╰┈➤ yn.ln: you know i love me a good theme 😋
j.grace: SOUTHERN WOMEN ARE THE HOTTEST‼️
╰┈➤ annabethsbf: AMEN TO THAT BROTHER 🗣️
…now playing: stick season—noah kahan
j.grace: if the boot fits then wear it, or something like that
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annabethsbf: i cannot believe my eyeballs. she turned our roman yeehawy
╰┈➤ j.grace: yippee ki yay or whatever 🤠
piedpiper: do not country-afi noah kahan jason.
╰┈➤ j.grace: why must you have a problem with every little thing 😒
╰┈➤ piedpiper: i am no man’s peace.
yn.ln: MY CUTIE COWBOY ‼️🤍
╰┈➤ j.grace: I LOVE YOU COWGIRL 🫶
╰┈➤ yn.ln: I LOVE YOU TOO 🤭
╰┈➤ ssmcshizzle: GET A ROOM 🗣️🗣️
ssmcshizzle: don’t think i forgot the time i put MY cowboy hat on your head and you swatted it away like a fly 😒
╰┈➤ j.grace: well she kissed me after she put it there so i wasn’t gonna say NO
╰┈➤ ssmcshizzle: I COUPDVE DONE THAT IF I THOUGHT IT WOJLD WORK
╰┈➤ yn.ln: LEO GET AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND
abchase: the boot definitely didn’t fit but it’s okay bc you tried 😇
╰┈➤ j.grace: annie you’re supposed to be supportive of the country escapades 😔
ghostboy.nico: gods, they’re multiplying
╰┈➤ yn.ln: you love us southerners, we know ☺️
╰┈➤ ghostboy.nico: unfortunately
╰┈➤ sunshinesolace: thanks babe 🤩
j.grace uploaded a story!
@ annabethsbf replied:
SHE HAS YOU SAYING YALL NOW???
shhh, quiet city boy
said the kid raised by wolves
i will bite you.
@ ssmcshizzle replied:
yo is that my hat?
probably, considering i’m wearing hers
WELL CAN I HAVE IT BACK??
🤷♂️
@ yn.ln replied:
omg jay you’re tarnishing my mysterious cool girl reputation
you’re as mysterious as a glass window
that’s not true
i’m hot n sexy n mysterious
2 truths 1 lie
you suck
love you too honey 😚
#୨୧ love letters#jason grace#jason grace smau#jason grace x reader#jason grace x y/n#jason grace oneshot#jason grace x you#heroes of olympus x reader#heroes of olympus#hoo#hoo x you#pjo#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo fandom#pjo hoo toa#hoo x reader#jason grace imagine
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Break Me Down - Part 2
Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader
Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.
Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…
💚 Break Me Down Masterlist
AN: Surprise Sunday update! I was able to put the finishing touches on Part 2 a bit early. 😉
Song used in this chapter is “If I Didn’t Care” by The Ink Spots (but more like Amy Adams' version). Song inspiration for this chapter (and the song title) is “All My Livin Time” by Radio Company (Jensen’s band with Steve Carlson).
Word Count: 4,500
Warnings: 18+ only! Willful seduction, kidnapping, SB being himself lol.
Part 2: You Move Me, Baby
This next mission was going to be a bit more…hands on.
It was a gentlemen’s club, styled like a 1920s speakeasy, of all things. If nothing else, Soldier Boy was predictable.
Through a crack in the dressing room door, you didn’t see any gentlemen here. You saw a bunch of skeevy bastards.
For the record, you didn’t like this plan. But as Butcher once again pointed out, Soldier Boy’s less likely to fuckin’ recognize you than any of us.
And you certainly couldn’t (wouldn’t) imagine Butcher in rhinestone nipple tassels.
Right now, you were waiting to be assigned an outfit. Hopefully, you could just blend into the background of whatever performance act the stage manager wanted to slip you into. And you really hoped you wouldn’t have to striptease on stage.
In the meantime, you sat on a stool in a black lace bra, matching panties, and sheer pantyhose, while Annie was helping you with your stage makeup. Years as a pageant child had taught her well. You felt like Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality, fending off getting hairspray up her ass.
Sure, you had gone undercover several times, but this was slightly out of your wheelhouse. You bit your lip, forgetting that you were already wearing several coats of scarlet red lipstick.
Annie slapped your hand. “Stop it. You’re smudging my paint job.”
You had Butcher and M.M. to thank for arranging this little detail.
May they both rot in hell, you silently simmered.
“Oh, stop pouting. You look great,” Annie said. You caught the little smirk she was trying to taper down.
Then the manager’s head popped into the dressing room. When he verified that all the young women had at least their underwear on, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
“All right, listen up,” he said in Spanish. You understood just enough to follow what he was saying. “Angelica got food poisoning.”
You grimaced. Angelica was the main act. She had a whole burlesque-style routine with the rest of the women—for which you were meant to step in for one of the girls in the ensemble. Hopefully in the back.
“Daniela, you’re filling in,” said the manager, pointing to a busty brunette.
“What about the second act?” asked another girl. If you remembered right, her name was Raquel. “Dani can’t sing like Angelica to save her fucking life.”
“Excuse me, bitch. I sing better than you,” Daniela snapped back.
The manager rolled his eyes and clapped his hands harshly to end the bickering.
“Okay. Which one of you bitches can actually sing?” he asked, first in Spanish, then in English, you noticed as he glanced at you.
Annie looked at you with raised brows. You glared back at her.
Damn you for telling her about your childhood church choir days. You were sure your religious mother never thought you’d be using those talents like this.
“No,” you said firmly. Annie just smiled and waved the manager over.
That was how the two of them ended up all but pushing you on stage—after Annie had wrangled you into a shimmering red gown over your underwear and pantyhose. It was overlayed with delicate beading in intricate patterns. And it was easily the most beautiful thing you’d ever had on your body.
However, you did take issue with how long the slit was, running all the way up to your hip bone.
Not really ‘20s style, now is it? you thought sourly.
Annie just slapped your ass and guided you forward.
You shot back one last look at her—one that swore you’d have your revenge.
Then the curtain slid open.
Fuck me, you thought nervously. This was really happening!
The lights blinded you for a moment, and you blinked the glare out of your eyes. They soon adjusted as you forced yourself to move towards the microphone at the right-hand side of the stage, close to the live band. The pianist shot you a smile and a wink as he started to play in dulcet tones.
Steeling yourself, you grabbed the microphone with a slight tremor in your hands. You stared out into the crowd as the rest of the band joined in, slow and jazzy.
You’d informed the manager that you really only knew one song by heart.
“Eh, that is too slow,” he’d replied to you in English.
“It’s that, or Dani belts out in her best soprano,” you informed him. He sighed and waved a resigned hand.
“Get her the red one,” he told Raquel. She then handed you the dress on a hanger.
Now, you held the microphone between both hands and started the song your grandmother used to sing to you when you were a kid.
“If I didn’t care, more than words can say,” you began. “If I didn’t care, would I feel this way?”
You took in an unsteady breath. With each note, your voice was getting stronger, more confident.
“If this isn’t love, then why do I thrill? And what makes my head go round and round, while my heart…stands…still…”
As you eased into the rest of the song, you remembered your mission.
You scanned the dark room, rows of men of all ages, women serving drinks and food and their own bodies. You weren’t finding your target.
But this intel was good. The source was the girl you’d replaced in the show, and M.M. had already worked out her safe exit out of the city for a while.
There. You finally saw it.
Or rather, you saw him.
Towards the back, Soldier Boy sat at a large exclusive booth. He had a long joint propped between his fingers, and a working woman from the club already propositioning to service him. Her manicured hand eased down his chest.
He also seemed to have hired men sitting at a table nearby.
Your voice nearly hitched at the sight of him, but you forced yourself to take a calming breath during a musical interlude.
You knew Annie and the rest of the team were here in the club somewhere, to back you up. But Soldier Boy knew Butcher and his team were onto him. the bastard would recognize them. You were the distraction here.
And if he went away with that escort, he could easily disappear upstairs and hop out the window again, gone like a coil of weed smoke.
Somehow, you needed to keep his ass in his seat.
So your voice came back in strong for the final verse.
“If I didn’t care, would it be the same? Would my every prayer begin and end…with just your name?”
You watched Soldier Boy’s gaze drift toward the stage. Your lips curved as you held his eyes for a moment…but then, you coyly slid your gaze away.
Okay, what’s going to grab his attention…
You shifted on the stage, letting the curve of your hip and ass sway to one side. You raised your other foot on the tips of your toes. And the slit running up your leg slid open, revealing your tall silver heels and a smooth leg, all the way up to the inside of your thigh.
Unfortunately, you hadn’t been able to fit your gun holster this time.
“And would I be sure that this is love beyond compare…” Your voice rang out on the high note; at that climactic point, the music reached a crescendo.
You turned your head and looked directly into Soldier Boy’s eyes, and his mouth slid into a grin.
He was watching you.
Good.
“Would all this be true,” you sang, “if I didn’t care for you…”
As the final notes reverberated from the piano, applause and male whoops erupted from the crowd.
You slowly released the microphone, breaking off eye contact with your target.
Then you turned around, trying to hide the nervous tremor in your legs. You pressed a discreet hand to the communicator in your ear after the curtain fell behind you, and you told the team.
“He’s here.”
Annie was no longer backstage.
“Good job, crooner,” M.M. said on the comm.
“Watch him ‘til he’s ready to leave,” Butcher said to everyone.
You agreed and dodged the manager so you could slip to the back room within the dressing room.
You were about to change into your real clothes (and grab your gun), when you were stopped by a Latino man. Though he clearly wasn’t a local or a tourist. He looked ex-military, complete with a crew cut and dark beard.
“Soldier Boy would like to meet you,” he said in lightly accented English. You affected some doe-eyed shock, even though some of your surprise was genuine.
You’d just wanted to keep him watching the show. You hadn’t expected him to take the bait this much.
“Oh, wow…where? Now?” you asked.
“Now,” he confirmed. “Upstairs.”
He couldn’t even pick me up himself? Lazy, you wanted to tsk.
You spied the stage manager over by the doorway. He gave you a stern nod that told you that you had no choice but to accept.
Not that you ever intended to decline. Though of fucking course the manager had known Soldier Boy was here. He was probably a damn regular.
You gave Soldier Boy’s man a charming smile. “Lead the way.”
This wasn’t the plan, exactly. You decided it was even better though. Just infinitely more dangerous.
Even though you had years of training, honing your body and your mind in a fight, you weren’t a supe. You were, in fact, exceedingly breakable.
“Are you crazy, cherie?” Frenchie said on the comm.
You also thought you heard M.M. mutter an, “Aw shit.”
“She don’t got a choice now,” Butcher said. “But it’s a good play to get him alone. Slip her one of them hockey pucks.”
You heard M.M., Annie, Butcher, and Frenchie’s continued twittering back and forth about the change of plan. Meanwhile, you were being escorted upstairs.
Kimiko managed to maneuver into your path from the opposite direction, and she slipped a small disk into your hand as she passed you.
You gave her a grateful wink and discreetly placed the device into your bra while your escort wasn’t looking.
It wasn’t a dose of Novichok, but it was something that might keep Soldier Boy occupied for a moment. You intended to use it if he got too fucking handsy.
You were let into a room on the third floor. With the lavish way it was furnished, complete with a king-sized bed, it almost looked like a hotel room.
Yeah, Hotel California, you thought wryly, as the door shut behind you.
Soldier Boy sat at a table by the far wall, gazing out the window with yet another joint (or perhaps the same one?) and a generous pour of whiskey in his hand.
Even you could admit, he cut an attractive figure. He was dressed in light brown slacks, a matching suit jacket and a white dress shirt with the top buttons left open. A simple ensemble, but well-tailored and suited to the golden tan he’d developed here in South America. His beard was neatly trimmed, his short hair styled back in its familiar sweep on both sides.
Even seated, his posture was casual, yet controlled as his head turned to meet your gaze. A smile started to curve his lips.
Show time, you told yourself.
“You’re new,” he said. You tilted your head, a bit of flirtation in your smile.
“What makes you say that?” you asked.
He gave you an oh please look. With the hand that held his whiskey, he gestured with a curling finger.
“Come ‘ere. Don’t be shy,” he said. It was an order rather than a request, but you hid your instinctive annoyance.
You subtly took in a steadying breath. And you moved farther into the room. You didn’t stop until you were sitting opposite him at the window, crossing your legs beneath the table.
You could tell he’d expected you to take a seat in his lap, but to a degree, you didn’t want to do what he expected. He was likely paying the club well for this time. You didn’t want to make it easy.
You wanted him to be enticed. Invested in this moment.
And distracted, for as long as he let you.
You watched him glance down with interest at your bare leg peeking out. At your strappy silver heel shining along with your dress in the soft lamplight, which casted shadows across his profile.
“Want a drink?” he asked.
You were surprised he was offering you anything. You’d half-expected him to order you onto your knees already. Upon which, he would’ve received the gift currently residing in your bra a bit early.
You didn't want to take any drink you hadn't poured yourself, but you also needed to keep this act going...
"I'm not gonna fucking drug you," he said, reading the look in your eyes. "What would be the fucking point of that?"
Hmph. smart-ass motherfucker, you thought. But you didn't detect a lie.
You quirked your head and took the proffered sip from his glass. You wanted to play it cool, but maybe you also needed a little liquid courage.
“All right, easy on the booze. Get his guard down,” Butcher said in your ear. You resisted the urge to frown.
Could Butcher see you somehow too? Or was he just hearing the ice clinking in the glass as you gulped it down.
“Did you enjoy my performance?” you asked Soldier Boy.
“Still am, doll face,” he said with a smirk. You raised a brow.
“I’m not that new,” you replied, biting indelicately on a dark cherry. Your heeled foot slowly slid against the inside of his thigh.
It was his turn to raise brow. His head tilted with his smirk.
You didn’t know if he was more amused than turned on, but his gaze roamed openly over your legs, the cleavage on display, your dark red lips.
“Are you enjoying your stay in Medellin?” you asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
“Oh, yeah. I’m having a fuckin’ ball,” he said wryly. He dabbed some ash off his blunt with a finger.
There was something off there, and you didn’t miss it.
“You sound bored,” you said. Soldier Boy considered you with a lustful, challenging gaze.
“Maybe. You gonna help me with that, sweetheart?”
A flutter of nerves churned in your belly, but you used it, letting the feeling prickle awareness across your skin.
“Depends,” you said coyly.
Both his brows rose this time, as if he was surprised you were actually pretending to resist him.
“On?”
You subtly leaned forward when you gave him back his glass, allowing him to spy a bit more down your dress. You stared into his deep green eyes, and tried not to get lost yourself. He was an attractive man, but he was also your target. A job you intended to finish.
A smile played at your lips.
“On what excites you,” you replied.
By the way his eyes darkened, his smile curving, you thought he liked that answer.
Then his hand extended toward you, a silent command in his gaze. Steeling yourself, you tried your best to be graceful and sensuous when you took his hand. He playfully jerked you forward, making you fall into his lap.
You waved some dank weed smoke out of your face as you looked down at his amused one.
He was nearly down to the roach on his joint. Meanwhile, his free heavy hand slid up your bare leg, disappearing beneath your dress and making goosebumps spread across your skin. Your breath hitched, though you disguised it with a smile.
“You afraid of me, sweetheart?” he cooed.
Yes, if you were honest with yourself.
There was a false sense of security in his deep voice. You looked down into his eyes, very green and intensely focused on you, despite his air of nonchalance.
“Not really,” you replied. “Only that you might get ash on my dress.”
He chuckled, smoke blowing out his nose. He put out the joint in the ashtray and took another sip of his whiskey, likely to drown out the cotton taste in his mouth. You laid a hand on his chest, fingers spreading between the open buttons, and felt his warm skin.
He glanced up at you with another challenging tilt to his head. What are you gonna do now?
You met that challenge, boldly leaning down to press a kiss against his lips. You held his face, delving your fingers into his soft hair.
Soldier Boy grabbed your hips with a bruising force. It made you wince, instinctively biting into his lower lip. He uttered a pleased sound, guttural in this throat. You braced yourself against the wall behind him for leverage as his chair started to tip back.
Before either of you could fall, he lifted you effortlessly by the waist and pivoted, pinning you against that wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist as his tongue invaded your mouth, devouring you with hot and heavy hands holding you in place.
His fingers pressed into the flesh of your thighs, and you knew you couldn’t easily escape if you needed to.
This is getting out of hand…
He was busy kissing a wet and sloppy line down your neck, his beard scraping against your skin. It actually felt so fucking good to be touched. You hadn’t experienced it in so long, it almost startled you when your heated core pulsed with the friction you were feeling against the hardness in his slacks.
You would never admit it, but it wasn’t an act when you moaned into his ear. Fuck…
But when his hand again slipped under your dress and crept up your inner thigh, alarm bells triggered in your mind as panic started to set in. You panted for breath.
With him seemingly distracted, you reached down into your bra and grabbed the metal disk.
You gasped as Soldier Boy grabbed your wrist, tight as a vice. He looked down at you with a sly grin.
“You were fuckable in black, but red’s my favorite so far,” he said.
Your eyes widened. When the hell did he see me in black?
And then you remembered. You’d worn a black dress at the last club, where you got groped on the dance floor and found Soldier Boy’s latest note…
Had he hung around after all, watching you and the team pick up his clues?
And you realized, he knew exactly who you were.
Soldier Boy glanced down at your lips, then at the tops of your breasts heaving as you caught your breath. His eyes shone with mischief and lust.
“It’s a real shame. You’re probably a good fuck too,” he remarked. It sparked your irate disgust like a wildfire.
Then you smirked. “You can fuck this.”
You activated the disk in your hand and flicked it at him. He instinctively grabbed at his face, releasing you. The device attached to his cheek and electrified enough volts through his body to drop an elephant.
Maybe five. The CIA weapons specialist hadn’t been too sure.
And a star bolt shot Soldier Boy in the chest, shoving him away before he could grab at you.
You jumped back and continued to put several feet of distance between you and Soldier Boy, while Annie and the rest of your team poured into the room. They were poised for a fight, once Soldier Boy ripped the device off his face with a grunt. It probably hadn’t hurt him much, but he looked pissed now.
He rolled the kinks out of his neck and surveyed the room with a slow gait. He spared you a fleeting glance. You were now at the safety of Kimiko’s side, and Frenchie handed you a gun.
“Ah, the Scooby Gang,” Soldier Boy remarked. He nodded at Butcher. “This is how you repay me for taking care of Homelander? My own son.”
“He weren’t your fucking son,” Butcher replied. “I’d reckon you know that best of all.”
Soldier Boy’s lips twitched. Whether at a smile or a frown, you couldn’t tell.
“You found me, remember? So what, you got buyer’s remorse?” he said.
“See, the problem is, supes like you are what we call,” said Butcher, “a menace to fucking society.”
Soldier Boy’s lips pulled down into a frown. He looked a cross between annoyed and impatient.
“I fought for my country. I saved lives—”
“You took just as many as you might’ve saved,” M.M. interrupted. “And not just that building you burnt the fuck up last year.”
Soldier Boy hesitated at that. “You really wanna do this?”
You all really want to die? his eyes said. He got determined silence from all of you. He rolled his shoulders and adjusted his blazer.
“All right,” he shrugged.
Then all hell broke loose. You ducked for cover as Soldier Boy deflected the giant flare gun M.M. shot at him. With his bare hand.
Hired security then poured into the room—you assumed hired by Soldier Boy. And you protected Hughie from getting his neck snapped by shooting a man between the eyes.
You and M.M. continued to fight them off. Meanwhile, Kimiko and Annie tried to give Butcher and Frenchie a chance to get close with the Novichok gas on Soldier Boy.
You took care of three more men before you heard a low buzzing sound. You turned around, and a gasp fell from your lips when you saw Soldier Boy’s chest lighting up.
You knew what came next.
And so did Annie. She poured her all into her next star bolt—which managed to shove Soldier Boy through the window. She and Kimiko flew or otherwise ran out the window to follow him. While Butcher, Frenchie, and M.M. helped you fight off the last of the hired guns.
Finally, you covered Hughie as the five of you left the normal, human way, and ran down the stairs to exit the club. By the time you were able to join Annie and Kimiko, however, Soldier Boy had disappeared.
You glared down the dark, busy streets of Medellin.
Damn it!
You returned to the hotel disappointed and angry beyond fucking belief. Mostly at yourself.
After all the work you did, having to seduce and make out with that bastard, only to discover he’d made you long before you took the stage at the club.
Fucking hell, you thought angrily as you kicked at your suitcase. It sent your clothes tumbling across the dirty carpet, but right now you didn’t give a fuck. Damn cocky bastard.
In the bathroom, you kicked off your heels in relief. You looked yourself over in the mirror and found various cuts and bruises from the fight. Your softly curled hair was a shambles, along with your makeup.
Parts of your dress were torn, along with your pantyhose. Which was probably Soldier Boy’s doing, if you thought about it. You sighed.
You were about to start undressing, but then you heard something. A small sound, like a thump.
Your gun was on the table in the main room. Frowning in suspicion, you left the bathroom cautiously. Before your hand could close around your gun, a gloved hand grabbed your wrist.
You aimed a punch with your free one and caught a man directly in the jaw. He reeled back, but was quick to recover and try to grab you again.
While the guy was strong, you could feel that he wasn’t a supe. A human, you could deal with. He wore a mask over his face, but you could see he had shoulder-length brown hair. He was tall and lean, and one of his boots was strangely larger than the other.
You didn’t have time to focus on it. You redirected his following blow and used his strength against him, flipping him over your shoulder. Unfortunately, he landed on the table that held your poor laptop.
“Aw, shit,” you snapped with a grimace. You searched for your gun in the wreckage.
While you were somewhat distracted, he aimed a kick that caught you in the face, sending you onto your back with a pained cry. You quickly rolled over and got to your feet, just as your attacker threw out fist after fist.
You dodged and shoved away most of them, until he grabbed your arm and managed to crack his elbow into your temple.
You went down and hit your head hard against the bedframe.
And it was lights out.
You slowly, painfully woke up in a moving car.
You were suffering the cottony taste of a gag in your mouth and a musty bag over your head. Your wrists were tied in front of you, and it felt like you were shoved into the backseat. The car was quiet, save for the radio playing Latin pop on low volume.
You never would’ve thought Shakira would be the background track of your kidnapping, but here you were.
The car eventually stopped and you were dragged out, forced onto your feet on a cobblestone driveway. Then into a house.
…Well, this fucking sucks.
The thought rattled through your mind as you were led down a hallway, across a cold expanse of tile floor. You couldn’t see where you were going with this stuffy bag over your head, but you knew it was tile. Your bare feet all but scraped across it as they dragged you.
Whoever held your arms in a vice grip eventually forced you to sit in a rickety wooden chair. They pulled your wrists behind the chair and bound them together with a zip tie.
You felt the slit on your dress sliding open, so you crossed your legs, for whatever good that would do you. At the very least, it would give the impression that you were sitting here casually, and not (figuratively) shitting yourself with fear.
“What the hell is this?” a deep, familiar voice asked.
“A gift.” You knew this voice as well. Neither one instilled you with calm.
Then the bag finally came off your head. The gag did not, however. You knew your red dress was in unfortunate tatters. You knew you were bruised and scratched, and overall worse for wear.
But when your gaze found your kidnapper, you glared up at him with a stubborn tilt to your chin. Antonio, Señor Groping Bastard from the club, was smirking back at you.
What the fuck.
Then you noticed him.
Soldier Boy stared back at you with raised brows, and instant recognition in his eyes. His lips curved into a smirk.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
AN: 😬 So we finally made it to the prologue opener! Was it everything you thought it would be? How did you like her attempt at "undercover?" 🤭
And are you ready for what's coming next?
To keep reading: Part 3
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HIGH TOLERANCE
Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4
Masterlist
warnings: weed consumption, Steve (derogatory) (not to me, but in this canon sorry), jealous!reader out the whazoo, puke, drinking, horny thoughts, Annie Lennox's (Eurythmics) incredible song "Love Is a Stranger"
pairings: bestfriend!modern!eddie x bisexual!fem!reader
plot: it's everyone's downfall to desire jealousy to go both ways, isn't it?
wc: 5.8k
note: Hope everyone likes it! Been a little preoccupied with some life stuff but I've got a fire under my ass to finish this series and working on other fics hehe
Part 3: "Volcano Vaporizer"
“What’re you up to?”
“Since you last asked me five minutes ago?”
“Yup.”
“Still trying to fix my toilet.” Eddie heard a bang. “Ow!”
“You good?”
“Just hit my head again. No big deal.”
Eddie laughed, shaking his head. “I could’ve done it for you if you just, you know, asked.”
“You’re on your break and I kinda need to pee, you know.”
Eddie looked down at his BLT, arms smeared with grease. No amount of soap could take everything off, especially in his brown coveralls. (Plus, his black nail polish had almost been obliterated within the first hour of his shift.) (It was devastating.) He was reclined in the front seat of his van, legs stretched out against the passenger seat, the one he tried not to picture you in.
He thought about his uncle Wayne, how he would’ve been more than happy to come fix whatever the fuck you needed if he had moved here like Eddie wanted. Wayne just didn’t like how big it was, how daunting it would be to start that process over of getting a new home and a new job. It was something Eddie assured him wouldn’t be so bad, but Wayne merely shook his head and told him that he preferred the comfort of Hawkins. Though, Eddie wasn’t so sure if Hawkins and comfort really went together.
Wayne accidentally met you once, two years ago. He’d come for his first (and only) visit. You had accidentally fallen asleep the night before after binge watching Ted Lasso. And to be clear, you fell asleep on Eddie’s bed, not his couch. And to be fair, Eddie really thought you’d be gone by the time they got back from the airport.
But when he went to show Wayne his bedroom and found you scrolling on your phone… Well.
You introduced yourself and made breakfast. Breakfast. You stayed through your horrible embarrassment in Eddie’s shirt (and boxers) and cooked for everyone. It had gone well, but after you left Eddie had to beg Wayne to believe him that you were just friends.
Even then, there was no way Wayne didn’t already know what Eddie was too scared to say aloud.
“I could always send someone.”
“Who?”
Eddie thought about it but ultimately came up short. “Uh, I don’t know. Someone.”
You let out a breathy laugh. “No, thanks. I think I’ve got it.”
“I’ll see you tonight, though.”
“Tonight?” you asked.
Eddie paused. “Uh, I’m performing tonight? At The Hidey-Hole?” He could hear you let out a low “Ohhhhhh” as he spoke. “I’m bringing that volcano thing…?”
“Oh, shit!” you exclaimed. “You’re right. Glad I can come then. Jesus, I’m sorry for forgetting. I really didn’t want to miss that.”
Eddie smiled. “No problem, Weirdo.” And for some reason, he genuinely began sweating as he started his next question. A proper sweat, starting in his armpits and the crown of his head, threatening to send trickles down his neck and torso. Fuck, he needed a shower.
“Is it cool that I invited Robin…and, uh, Steve?”
You paused. “No, yeah. It’s fine. Sure.”
It hadn’t been a long pause. But it was a pause, one of those that lasted a second too long. A short break in the conversation, a hesitance that held more than just a beat of silence. And now he was wondering what the fuck you were thinking.
“Did you go on that date?”
Eddie couldn’t stop the lump growing in his throat as the question came through. Did he really want to tell you of all people about his subpar date with Steve Harrington?
But you were still his best friend. He really couldn’t keep it from you.
“Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
“And…how was it?”
Taking another bite of his sandwich, he recounted the night more to himself than you, really. Because, yeah, Steve had been nice. Really nice. A gentleman in every way that mattered. But, to put it simply, it was just fucking boring.
“It went okay, I guess? I don’t know. Steve’s a really nice guy and he’s pretty funny. Good at mini-golf, too.”
“Don’t you, like, hate mini-golf?”
You were right. Eddie loathed mini-golf after an unfortunate accident. He was by the edge of the water, trying to hit the neon green ball into the mouth of a hippo. It was on some date with some girl he was trying to impress, and he was a little too forceful with his swing. He failed to even hit the ball, losing his grip on the putter before dropping it to the ground. Eddie took a step forward, accidentally stepping on the ball. Lost his footing. Fell in the water. Hit his head. Had to be taken to the ER for a couple of stitches. Lost the girl after she had to drive him home.
He felt so embarrassed when he tried to go back a few months later and saw they put up a fence around the water and a sign that said No Swimming.
“Yes, but I never told him that story.”
You snorted. “Well, why not?”
“What do you mean?”
“If you didn’t want to play mini golf, why didn’t you say anything about it?”
“I don’t know, I guess I wanted to make him happy.”
He could hear you pause again. “So, are you guys, like dating?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s a serious thing.” Was he trying to tell himself this or you? “But I guess we are.”
“Cool.”
Cool? What did you mean by cool? That was half of an opinion, half judgment. Or did you really not care? But you were the one who asked, weren’t you? Did it mean anything that he still wanted you to be jealous, to finally come clean about how you felt and denounce Steve’s advances?
He looked at the time and sighed. “Shit, I gotta head back. Hold on while I down this BLT.”
“Okay.”
He stuffed the last of his sandwich in his mouth and washed it down with the rest of his Dr. Pepper.
“OW!” you shouted again. “Fucking fuck, fuck, fuck! I hate this stupid thing!”
Eddie couldn’t help but laugh. “Have fun with your broken toilet, Weirdo.”
“Yeah, yeah. Eat shit.”
You felt haunted by some kind of fucked up presence as you drove to that dive bar across the city. Knowing that your fears were confirmed… Well, it certainly wasn’t the best feeling, was it? Like the rejection before the rejection. The pre-game. The warmup.
And you were always asking the wrong questions, weren’t you? Your mind was a pesky little thing, desperate for those deprecating answers to confirm every nightmare you’d had for the past two weeks. They were dating now. And maybe it wasn’t an official relationship yet, but casual dating led to dating and dating led to a relationship and a relationship led to the death of any and all chance with Eddie Munson.
“Love Is a Stranger” blasted through your speakers, the same song you sang at karaoke. The one where Eddie left the table to come and cheer you on, always being your biggest fan. He swayed, raising the roof ever so often to give an added effect. But… Well. What about Eddie and Steve’s performance? What about the way Eddie danced with him, getting closer than you’d ever seen them before?
Steve’s hands. The stumble. The nearly avoided kiss.
And you didn’t want to give in to the dangerous bitterness rising in you. You really didn’t.
But if you saw even a morsel of affection tonight, a mere kiss on the fucking cheek, you were going to throw up.
“'And I want you. And I want you. And I want you so, it’s an
obsession.'”
You groaned. “Get out of my head, Annie Lennox!”
But she, of course, couldn’t hear you. Instead, she was spending every second of that intoxicating beat teasing you, berating you. Making you wish that you’d stayed home tonight, bitter with a 10mg Delta-9 gummy, melting into the couch while watching Schitt’s Creek. At least there you could anxiously daydream about what was going to happen tonight and spiral down an endless well of what-ifs without having to see it.
But you kept driving.
“'It’s savage and it’s cruel and it shines like destruction.
Comes in like a flood, and it seems like religion.
It’s noble and it’s brutal, it distorts and deranges.
And it wrenches you up and you’re left like a zombie.'”
You couldn’t help but let out another groan and skip the song.
“Fucking Annie Lennox,” you murmured.
When you got out of your car, you saw Eddie talking to Gareth, Grant, and Jeff over by his van, Gareth drumming against the pavement. Eddie was nodding along to the beat but turned at the sound of the car door, smile widening. It was like that anxiety dissipated, momentarily overwhelming you with a sense of calm and safety you always felt around him. It was so strange, the way he affected you.
“Look who it is,” you heard Grant say, hitting Jeff’s shoulder before pointing over at you.
“Eddie!” you called out before running over to him, trying to keep hold of your purse.
“Hurry up, Weirdo!” he exclaimed, arms spread wide, quick to catch and lift you into the air once you fell into him.
It was so strange, the way he moved you.
You let out an exasperated “Ahhhh” as he moved you back and forth, shaking you a few times before putting you back down.
The rest of the band exclaimed your name, hooting and hollering, all rowdy and boyish.
“Lookin’ hot!” Jeff said, throwing you finger guns. You gave him a big smile.
“Yeah, you look so cool,” Eddie said once he had a chance to look you over. He took a step back, as if he were admiring art. Fuck. “The lucky fishnets?” he asked, pinching your thigh. You jumped, slapping his arm.
"Ow! Quit it!" But you still smiled, nodding feverishly. “To answer your question, yes. You know I had to wear ‘em.”
“Hell yeah, dude,” he replied, giving you a hearty high-five that stung. “It’s gonna be a good night.”
And you believed him. You really did.
“Hey, guys!”
But you lost hope immediately, trying not to turn around at the sound of Steve’s voice. If there was anything that could ruin your night, it was Steve Harrington walking around drunk with loose lips and a penchant for physical affection.
Eddie waved. “What’s up!”
“Just here to rock out,” Robin responded. You turned and watched as she threw up her fingers in the sign of the horns. That made you laugh. She was trying her hardest and you respected that. You also respected how she wasn’t trying to fit in, in a forest green crop top and loose jeans. Her hands were stuffed in a dark jean jacket and had her hair up in a small bun. (In short, Robin was hot.)
“Hey, you look great!” Robin said to you, giving you a hug. “Love the lipstick.”
You were genuinely touched by the compliment. “Thanks, Robin. You look beautiful, as always.”
“Nice fishnets,” Steve noted, pointing to your legs.
You finally faced him, eyes widening when you took in his appearance. Steve was trying harder too, in a Panic! at the Disco Death of a Bachelor album t-shirt and jeans, with a chain in exchange for a belt. If it wasn’t him, that would look stupid. But it was Steve Harrington. He looked cool.
“Um, thank you,” you replied with a small smile.
Steve saluted you before poking Robin. “You should keep Rob company tonight. She invited Vickie, but she got stuck at work.”
Robin rolled her eyes. “And? It’s not a big deal. It’s not like we’re dating or anything. She has a life outside of me.”
Robin looked like she was telling the truth. She genuinely wasn't that upset about it. But Steve couldn't help but take things a little too far.
“Yeah, but you’re like in love with her, dude—"
“Am not! Shut up!”
“Yeah, Harrington,” Eddie agreed. “Let the girl live.”
Steve turned to you again, making your eyes widen. Was Steve wearing a little bit of eyeliner? Did he really put in this much effort to impress Eddie?
“What about you?” he asked. “Are you seeing anyone?”
Without a singular thought about consequences, you said, “Um, well, I’m going on a date tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Robin asked, narrowing her eyes. You knew she was suspicious from the get-go. “That’s very…soon.”
“You didn’t mention it on the phone earlier,” Eddie stated, turning his full attention to you now. You knew he was hurt. You saw it immediately.
“Oh, yeah, well. We just made the plans like an hour ago and—so, yeah. They’re really cool.”
“That’s great, though,” Steve said, throwing a hand up to high-five you. You glanced over at Eddie’s seemingly blank expression before giving Steve the most pathetic high-five of your life. “You’ve been single the entire time I’ve known you. That’s awesome. Congrats.”
Before you could say anything, Grant was cutting in. “What about you and Eddie, huh?” he asked, smirking over at Steve.
No. No, no, no. Please no. You didn’t want to hear this. Didn’t need to.
But you did.
“Oh, yeah!” Steve laughed, pointing at Eddie. Eddie who was looking away, fiddling with something. Probably his lighter. He was always playing with that thing.
You turned your attention back to Steve, bracing yourself for the impact.
“Eddie’s been so fun to go on dates with. Seriously, this guy is like a master at mini-golf.” You shot Eddie a look, noticing how he was already glancing over at you nervously. “I can never get the ball through those tiny slots and, seriously dude, you got through that windmill on the first try. It’s unbelievable.”
“That’s awesome,” you said, smiling mischievously. Eddie gave you a look, rolling his eyes. “Eddie’s just a natural at everything. Pinball, D&D, air hockey, and now mini-golf.”
Eddie groaned and you could tell he wanted you to shut up. “I just have a lot of interests. It’s really not that big of a deal.” He let out a small huff before pointing at the band. “Alright, you all go back inside with these two,” he turned to point at Robin and Steve, “because we,” now the finger was on you, “are going to take dabs.”
Everyone laughed at his finger-turned-compass before waving their goodbyes and heading off. The two of you watched everyone file through the door before Eddie turned to you and patted your shoulder.
“Come here, Weirdo. Got something special for ya.”
As he led you over to his van, you noticed his hand brushing your back. You wished he kept snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you in and playing with the lace. Fiddle with it to his heart’s content and give him a reason to keep touching you. Keep getting closer. Even if he was opening the back door of the van and pulling out a device, he could always keep you guys in there. Keep you close, whispering in the dark. Keep his fingers on your dress…
“Alright,” he said, clapping and rubbing his hands together. You shook the image out of your head. “So, I brought this thing called a Volcano Vaporizer. It’s, like, this thing where I put this plastic bag right here and when I melt the wax, it fills the bag with smoke, right?” You nodded, watching him work. “And then I put this orange mouthpiece on and, boom, you just suck the dab out. It’ll give us about three bags which will probably be more than enough.”
“Even for you?”
He smirked. “Even for me.”
“Sick,” you said.
“Here,” he said once it filled up. “First half is yours, humble cleric.”
Snorting, you shook your head. “Always the gentleman.”
You pressed your lips down on the mouthpiece and took it in slow, filling your lungs to the best of your ability. The taste wasn’t even half bad, similar to a regular bong hit, just with a little twist from being wax instead of bud. And the strangest thing happened when you blew out the air: You didn’t cough. Any time you took a dab, you coughed and hacked and lost your mind. Puffcos were your absolute enemy. But this…
“This is the smoothest dab I’ve ever taken,” you said.
He nodded, taking the bag from you and finishing off the first batch. “That’s what I’m saying.”
“How’d you get this?”
“Uh, I won it in a poker game against one of my dealers,” he said as he filled a second bag and took a hit. “I may have cheated, but he doesn’t know that.” You laughed. “It’s usually $700 or some shit like that.”
“An impeccable man,” you teased, taking the half-full bag. “Incredible work, Munson.”
You sucked in the rest of the dab and let the smoke out, noticing Eddie’s eyes directly on you. Reciprocating the eye contact, you grew confused when he didn’t break it at all. In fact, he seemed so much closer than before.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?” you asked.
“Looking at you like what?”
You nudged him. “Like that.”
“What’s their name?”
“Huh?”
“The person you’re going on the date with.”
“Gertrude,” you said without thinking. You swallowed down the urge to bash your head against the side of the van as you realized how utterly stupid you sounded. But you had to commit now. That was the only way out of this. You could only hope Eddie was dumb enough to believe you. “Their name is Gertrude.”
“Gertrude?” Eddie repeated. You nodded. “Sounds cool.”
Sounds cool? Sounds cool? That wasn’t supposed to be his response. Why wasn’t he calling you out for lying? Why wasn’t he exposing you for having a fat crush on him and throwing all of this stupid middle school behavior aside? But even if he did believe you, he was supposed to at least look a little upset by it. In fact, he looked more upset about you not telling him than he did with the fake ass name you made up. It was unbearable. You didn’t want this anymore.
Without hesitation, you reached out to grab his hand. You needed to feel him close, needed to feel the way you always did in his grasp. Safe. Understood. And here you were, seconds from meeting his open palm and saying to hell with all of these stupid games. To hell with keeping everything concealed. There was no Gertrude. There shouldn’t be a Steve. It was just you. It was just him. You were all his.
But there Eddie was, looking away from you and back towards Gareth at the door, waving him over. Eddie gave him a salute in turn.
“Alright, Weirdo,” he said, patting your knee. He hadn’t even noticed your hand lying limp against your thigh. “I gotta go perform. Finish this for me?” he asked, handing you the rest of his dab. You nodded, giving him the best tight-lipped smile you could without giving away your disappointment. “Alright, don’t forget to lock the van and, oh, by the way, don’t be long. Gotta have my biggest fan in the front row.”
“Like always.”
“Like always.”
It was actually a really good turnout tonight. Corroded Coffin had finally gotten a spot to play on a Saturday which was a very big deal. The Hidey-Hole may have been a dive bar, but in Atlanta terms, that still meant it was packed on the weekends. At first it had been twenty people, twenty-five tops. Then fifty flooded the space with a bouncer and a line at the door and suddenly Eddie realized how important this was for the band.
So why was it that he couldn’t pay attention?
He couldn’t help but think about you, about this fucking person you were going on a date with. Would you find yourself wanting more? With a cool name like Gertrude, maybe you would. Eddie couldn’t help but flip through facial features and imaginings of who this person was and how their voice sounded and how it would feel if he saw you being kissed by someone else.
And, sure, Eddie was going on dates with Steve. But they hadn’t kissed or anything like that. Eddie wasn’t even sure he wanted to kiss Steve. Steve was pretty—extremely pretty. The kind of pretty that made any boy swoon, and all the girls lose their minds. But Steve just wasn’t someone Eddie wanted to kiss.
Because you were screaming your head off in the front, jumping and dancing around to his music while Steve stood in the back and bopped his head. You knew every word, every note. You played an air guitar along with him, head banging your way through the set and pointing up at him whenever they got to a part that you really liked. He always shared his lyrics with you first, always shocked when you’d memorize them and squeal about your favorite lines.
He couldn’t help but smile at you, as lost in the music as he was. You were wearing one of his (secret) favorite dresses, a black lace babydoll dress with what you called your lucky fishnets. Specifically, the ones with you wore to whatever gig you could make it to. (Every gig you showed up to always drew in a larger crowd. How you did that, he couldn’t say. He did call you a witch once.)
Tonight, your eyes were lined in black with silver eye shadow and a deep burgundy lipstick. A lover of black, but you always wore it with a smile. Maybe the happiest semi-goth he’d ever met. He loved it—no, more than that. He went absolutely feral for it. It made his heart skyrocket, his mouth run a little dryer than usual. And when he was high like this, tingling with the vibrations of his Sweetheart, he prayed to a God he didn’t believe in that he wouldn’t get a boner onstage.
But he could see your dress riding up to reveal that your lucky fishnets came attached to garters and Sweetheart was adding juuuuust enough friction and suddenly he had to look away from you, too embarrassed that he fucking popped a boner in front of all these people, that he popped a boner in front of you, with only Sweetheart to keep his secret.
He looked back over to Steve, testing himself. Was Steve able to do the same thing? Could he ruin Eddie on this stage tonight and turn him into a mumbling fool in his bedroom later when he got himself off?
But…there was nothing. Steve was talking to Robin and offhandedly looked at his phone. Eddie could even see him scrolling. He may have been swaying to the beat, but he was barely paying attention. It hurt Eddie’s feeling, just not in a way that would come from a potential lover.
In the end, he realized there really was only one person he wanted to kiss.
And she was currently going on dates with someone else.
That Volcano truly did what it set out to do. You were seeing color after color, the room swirling around you in vibrant shades of red and black. It was all fuzzy and pixelated, vibrating within you. You were being taken on an overwhelming journey, but in a way that was calming. Eddie was right in front of you, giving it his all and basically staring at you the entire time. Or from what you could tell in between dancing and the room spinning you in circles like a merry-go-round.
And, holy hell, Eddie was so fucking hot when he performed. It burned, literally burned inside of you, slowly spreading between your legs. It was all Eddie’s fault, with his bangs sticking to his forehead and sweat rolling down his cheeks like teardrops. In every guitar solo, he bit his lip so hard that you could’ve sworn you saw him draw blood. His fingers hit note after note, charging up and down the neck of his electric guitar. Those hands which, ever so sweetly, used to fit right in yours.
The callouses on the tips of his left hand, the ones that scratched at your palms whenever you held it. It was always rougher after band practice or when he came down from his apartment twenty minutes late after needing to perfect one of his wicked solos—like the one he was performing now.
Those hands that you thought about sliding in between your thighs. Opening you up. Teasing you for wearing a garter belt to hold up your fishnets. Leaving little bites along your neck as he questioned why those were so lucky in the first place and asking you how lucky you thought you’d get tonight.
You had to make yourself stop thinking about it, trying to dance your desire away.
But you looked up at Eddie who was looking down at you. And there was something in his eyes, something blown out and downright dirty. You couldn’t help but stare back, giving him a wicked grin before moving your hips around. And if you made sure he could see your garter belt, well, maybe you didn’t care anymore.
Because you saw his face go red and a smile meet his lips and suddenly you were thinking that maybe there was something more there. ‘Cause he wasn’t looking at Steve. He was looking at you. And when he finished his final belt of the night, he didn’t throw his guitar pick at Steve. He threw it at you.
“Oh em gee, is that Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin?”
Eddie turned with a grin, watching you comically twisting your foot and pretending to be bashful.
“Hey, you a fan?”
You nodded, batting your eyes. “I’m, like, your biggest fan. You’re so talented. Can I get your autograph?”
He smiled, nodding generously. “Of course, of course. Anything for my fans.”
Giggling, you dropped your act and hugged him. Even at his sweatiest, you never cared. It wasn’t like you weren’t sweaty from dancing all night. “In all seriousness, you were great. Like always.”
“Ah, thanks,” he replied, placing his chin on your head briefly before pulling back. “I really do appreciate it. You were killing it in the crowd.”
You smirked, placing your hands on your hips. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, you give it your all every fucking time.”
You did a little dance as you teetered from side-to-side. “It’s so much fun! I can’t wait for the day you can play somewhere where we can mosh, ‘cause I’ll be the one to start it.”
“You think you’ll be able to handle it?” he teased.
You narrowed your eyes playfully. “Fuck yes I will. I’ll be bloody and gross by the end of it and it’ll be awesome. I swear, you underestimate—"
“Whoo!”
You both turned, watching Steve jog over. And as he approached, you felt all happiness drain from your limbs.
Because Steve had a wide smile on his face and he was fist bumping the air and he was drawing near, excitement flooding his features with flushed cheeks and sweat beading on his forehead and—
Steve kissed Eddie.
He actually kissed him.
And you couldn’t focus on any of the details.
No, you weren’t going to keep torturing yourself like that.
So, you just…left.
Eddie pushed Steve back.
“What the hell was that, Harrington?”
Steve laughed. “Can I not kiss you?”
“I mean. I don’t—” Eddie sighed, shaking his head. He looked around the room for you, immediately having the urge to apologize. “I don’t know, man. Sorry.”
“Listen, I think what you did up there was very, very sexy,” Steve said loudly, placing a finger on Eddie’s chest.
Raising an eyebrow, Eddie simply nodded. “Uh, yeah, dude. Thanks.”
“Did you wanna get a snack at that diner after you pack up? We could even grab the girls and hang.”
Eddie really wanted to find you instead. He wanted to know if you saw Steve kiss him and if you really thought they were something more. He wanted to ask more about whoever this Gertrude was and if there was a reason you kept this from him until tonight. More than anything else, he wanted to know if you were okay.
But you just…left.
Your head was spinning, and it wasn’t going to be long before you completely broke down. A pool of nausea rested in your stomach, bubbling up your throat by the second. You made your way out of the bar, the humid air doing nothing to help. Tears collected in your eyes, threatening to spill over and smear your eyeliner even more than it already had during the show. Maybe it didn’t fucking matter anymore.
The door opened behind you; Robin’s voice heard above the music as she called out your name. You turned then, pausing as she ran over.
“Hey, you okay?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
You nodded, but it felt more like a shrug than anything else. “Yeah, I’m good. Just need to leave.” Trying to conceal the sniffle, you scuffed your Converse against the gravel. “Steve and Eddie are back inside. Maybe y’all can go out or something.”
“Without you?”
When you finally made eye contact with Robin, you knew she understood. She was giving you that look, the one that called bullshit without having to actually verbalize it. She knew that you knew. You knew that she knew.
“I’m actually feeling nauseous, so I think I should go home.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah—” you started before leaning over and puking onto a tree.
Well, nothing was going to sober you up more than that.
You felt Robin’s hands making sure your hair didn’t get in your face.
“Holy shit, are you okay?”
You nodded as you stood up again. “Yeah, it’s probably the dab.”
Robin crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at you. “You know, Eddie said you felt sick the other week, too.”
You looked at her with narrowed eyes. Saying nothing, you wiped the vomit from your mouth. Just say it, Robin,you thought bitterly. Just fucking get it over with. Call me out. I dare you.
“Maybe you should, I don’t know, do something about it,” she said, shrugging. “Say something.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at her coded sentence. “Yeah, maybe. Thanks, Robin. Have fun with Eddie and Steve. I’ll see you later.”
Rushing off to your car, you tried to keep your sobs from spilling out from your mouth. And if anyone saw you, well, you couldn’t quite seem to care anymore.
Steve and Robin kept the conversation going as they sat in the little 24/7 diner down the street from The Hidey-Hole. Eddie was bored out of his mind. Robin told him that you got sick from the dab and decided to go home. And, sure, that might be the reason you left. But in the middle of a sentence? In the middle of a conversation? Without saying goodbye?
It wasn’t like you at all.
Eddie tried to focus on shoveling eggs and hash browns into his mouth, washing everything down with black coffee and a helping of chocolate milk. The high was coming down with each bite. He didn’t care anymore. It wasn’t fun if you weren’t there to tell him you didn’t want chocolate milk before stealing his. It wasn’t fun if you weren’t ordering two plates of food and swearing you would finish everything before begging him to eat half of it.
It just wasn’t fun without you.
Steve nudged him. Eddie looked up reluctantly. He wanted to say something snarky and rude about how Steve was barely paying attention and how stupid it was for him to pretend he had when he kissed him. He wanted to scream at Steve that you were more engaged than he was and what excuse did he have when they were supposed to be going out. He wanted to push his way out of the booth and go track you down.
Instead, he asked, “What?”
Steve pointed up at himself. “Did you like the eyeliner? I think it added a nice touch.”
That had been the first time Eddie even noticed. “Oh, yeah. Yeah,” he stumbled, scrambling for a white lie. “It looks good, dude.”
Eddie didn’t last much longer after that. He waited for the waitress to come by, nearly begging her for his check and getting the fuck out of there before Steve and Robin could suggest going with him. He stalked back to his van, the band already packed up and gone for the night.
With a sense of false hope, he looked over at the spot your car had been in, now taken by someone else.
Maybe he should’ve ran outside to find you before you slipped away.
When he started out of the parking lot, he could’ve turned on something heavy. Something to make his ears bleed and the fuzz to distract from the incessant thunder and lightning in his head.
Instead, he searched for that song you sang at karaoke. That Eurythmics one that you adored so much, always a sucker for some dark Eighties-esque synth. The strength of the lead singer, all tough and frustrated before saying the most bittersweet shit he’d ever heard.
And so, he listened to it, weaving through the streets and banging on his steering wheel with every red light. Road rage turning the thunder and lightning into something more intense, something more vicious. He couldn’t help but wish his lips were on yours as he thanked you for wearing your fishnets and desperately clawed at the garters underneath your dress. Worshipping you in the hush of the night. Without Robin. Without Steve. Without fucking Gertrude.
“And I want you. And I want you. And I want you so it’s an
obsession.”
The lines kept repeating themselves, over and over with each chorus. Echoing his feelings, ruining him from ever escaping these fucking thoughts of something else. A future, a moment in time where he had you and everything was allowed to make sense again.
“Annie Lennox,” he said, sighing and clucking his tongue. “Fucking Annie Lennox.”
When you stepped inside your apartment that night, you couldn’t help but let out a scream, walking over to the kitchen table and kicking a chair over. Tears slid down your cheeks, gushing and spilling over. None of this was how it was supposed to be. None of this made any fucking sense anymore.
Eddie didn’t want you. He never did.
He wanted Steve. And you didn’t have to like it, but god dammit you had to endure it.
It was so strange, the way he could break you.
You fell to the floor, trying to physically hold yourself together. But you could feel the guitar pick still in the pocket of your dress, growing heavier by the second. You pulled it out and tried to look at it through the tears, accidentally smearing eyeliner on the damn thing.
Annie Lennox’s voice sat in your skull, repeating her demented lyrics over and over.
“It’s guilt edged, glamorous, and sleek by design.
You know it’s jealous by nature, false and unkind.
It’s hard and restrained and it’s totally cool.
It touches and it teases as you stumble in the debris.
And I want you.”
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i guess this would be pre teacher/reader but i saw a tiktok about baby wearing and all i can think about is matty trying it with annie when she was much younger and him just going about his day with annie strapped to his chest asleep especially in the studio with the boys 🥺
anon. this has literally been rotting my brain since you sent it. I can't stop thinking about it.
I'm envisioning new dad matty, his mum has been staying with him for a few weeks and has just left and he is so fucking overwhelmed. it's been 2 hours and he can't get Annie to go to sleep, any time he tries to put her down she just screams bloody murder. and to make matters worse, he absolutely has to be at the studio in an hour to fix this song.
matty is shushing her and bouncing her around when he remembers something carly and Adam got him before Annie arrived, some weird baby wrap thing he never thought he'd use. he quickly scavenges around her room for it (Annie is still in his arms because he values his ear drums) and manages to find it squished behind some piles of clothes he has yet to put away.
at first when he pulls it out of the box, he is fucking baffled. it's just a long strip of stretchy fabric and matty has no idea what to do with it. but the second he puts her down to try and figure it out, the screaming starts again.
so he looks up a YouTube video, props his phone up against the kettle, and tries to follow this lovely woman's tutorial. it looks easy enough, tie a knot here, loop this bit through there, and so on.
it takes him a few goes. The first couple attempts look like matty lost a fight with this fabric, but soon enough... "Aha! fuck you stupid fabric!" he says triumphantly. he had to put Annie down to really figure it out so the last 10 minutes were filled with the desperate cries of his 3 month old but he thinks he's got it.
so he picks her up and slips her in, and there she is, wrapped up against his chest. and finally... silence. no cries. no screaming. just silence.
well annie might not be crying, matty feels pretty fucking close considering how exhausted he is. but any anger or frustration just melts away when he looks down at her, Annie's eyes have finally fluttered closed and she's fast asleep on his chest.
it brings him back to the day she was born, the skin to skin he did with her just minutes after. he'll never forget the instant love and complete devotion he felt in that moment. and having her now, slightly less gross, sitting fast asleep on him brings everything back.
before he starts crying (again) over how beautiful his daughter is and how much he loves her, he gets a disgruntled phone call from George who has been waiting outside for 5 mins to walk with matty to the studio.
now with both hands free matty can grab the baby bag, his phone and his keys and run down to meet George.
when he comes out George is leaning on the wall outside fully engrossed in his phone, that is until he catches a glimpse of matty and immediate begins to crack up.
"Oh, mother dearest, what do we have here?" he teases, walking over to matty whose eyes are sunken and hair is sticking up in every direction. last time George saw him this frazzled was after he first found out he was having Annie and wasn't exactly coping well with the news, how times have changed.
"Oh shut up, will you. she wouldn't stop crying unless I held her, and I quite like having 2 arms, so I grabbed this thing carly gave me and wrapped her up. and look how cute and happy she is, George. "
matty spins around and shows George Annie's sleeping face, and he's never seen his friend just immediately melt before his eyes. George simply gasps and brings his finger up to gently stroke her cheek, Annie grumbles slightly and wiggles but soon settles back into her place in her dad's chest.
"Dude." George says, flicking his eyes from Annie to matty, "she's the cutest baby ever. don't tell Adam and carly I said that, tho"
matty just laughs and nods, both men staring with such love at little Annie Healy.
she sleeps the whole walk there and through Adam and Ross arriving, who both have similar reactions to George. After the initial teasing, both men crumble at the sight of their best friend being a dad.
"god, how did you make something so cute??" Adam jokingly says.
"Can I try this wrap thing too??? you look stupid, but she's so happy I just need to do this, " says Ross, who's rubbing her back softly through the layers of fabric.
matty agrees and says once she's awake, he's free to have a try. She stays asleep for a little bit, but as soon as mattys voice rings out of the speakers, she perks up. Big brown eyes blinking up at matty with a gummy grin to match. Once each man sees that, they all want a turn wearing her.
of course, they somehow turn this into a competition.
Ross claims he's her favourite because Annie simply stares up at him with wide eyes the whole time she's strapped to him, smile not leaving her face. he even plays bass with her still attached to him, a new skill he's very proud of. he keeps his hair safely in his bun, though, not wanting her to get a grip. (Annie does later become obsessed with Ross' hair because who wouldn't?)
George claims he's the favourite because she makes the most gargling noises when he has her. he walks her around the room, talking to her and explaining the studio. "So this is soundproof padding Annie, basically it's so other people don't have to hear when your dad does a shit take" "Oi! don't swear at my child George. and don't slag me off!!"
adam claims he's the favourite because, "I'm just a natural. look how chill she is. " Annie is very chill with him, just kinda enjoying life and vibing. no nonsense, just a happy little girl.
matty knows she's happiest with him though, as soon as she feels the rhythm of his heart and smells her dad, she just falls right asleep. the closer she can get, the better.
so needless to say, the baby wrap is a hit, and Annie becomes the hottest fashion accessory for the men of the 1975. the day she finally grows out of it is a sad, sad day for them all.
(this is what I mean when I'm talking ab the wrap btw <3)
more blurbs for this au here!!
#envisioning this has caused irreplaceable damage to my mental well-being#like matty just doing everything with her attached.#making dinner? oh annie is joining in#doing laundry? annie is indeed attached.#pre-teacher reader#teacher au!#anon!#matty healy fanfic
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Important information. SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE. UPDATING AS I WATCH THE MOVIE ALONG BEAR WITH ME. The film they watched at the hotel is You've Got Mail, this is Sam and Rebecca's story. When they messaged each other not knowing who the other person was. Ted said Sleepless in Seattle was far superior. This is the one where airports play a significant part and it's about a man who lost his wife and has a son finding love again with the woman he never knew until the last second would be the one. He first sees her in an airport and is knocked sideways. By all accounts the last of Ted we will see will be in an airport based on previous seasons with first and last shot being a character’s face in the same location.
Also Rebecca mentioning she has a private jet and the thing with airports; SUSP AS HELL.
Keeley assumed the moment Rebecca spent with Dutch Guy was "Magic" This is also a quote from Sleepless in Seattle. Turns out it was Gezellig instead. But this is definitely where we're going. And that'll either be Dutch Guy or Ted. Both fit the man who lost their partner and have a kid formula. Definitely not Sam. But Ted tripped over the Red String of Fate, has the matchbook, loves Kenny Rogers, bakes the biscuits who are home to her, she carries his army man everywhere she goes. She hasn't been struck by lightning yet which to me means it's not Dutch Guy; Ted is leaving which means her world is about to be turned upside down. I keep the faith. i don't care.
AND there's a tear in Meg Ryan's wedding dress and she says oh no it's a sign to which her mum says "You don't believe in signs!" And Rebecca doesn't really believe in signs either! All the signs have been pointing to different people except the obvious one! They're there so she can see something about herself she completely missed.
FUCK MY LIFE. It's about making wishes!! Tom Hanks' son in the film wishes for his father to find a new wife!! His son is worried about his dad!!!
The psychiatrist on the radio is called Dr. Fieldstone FUUUUUUCK MEEEEE. IT WAS RIGHT THERE ALL ALONG.
Sam and Annie speak the same words at the same time in two different places, soulmatism right there!
Annie thought Sam sounded "Nice" on the radio and Ted is one of the "nicest" humans Rebecca has ever met!!
Quote from a guy : "This is fate, she's divorced and you need a new wife." (not talking about Annie here, it's another woman) "What is that thing when everything intersects?" To which Sam replies: "The Bermuda TRIANGLE."
One woman who writes to Sam after he was on the radio lives in OKLAHOMA!
Dr. Fieldstone tells Sam she can tell he is a good dad just like Beard told Ted!!
One woman says on the radio: "Why do you want to be with someone who doesn't love you?" (Michelle, anyone?)
"Sam, tell me what was so special about your wife?" "It was a million tiny little things then when you added them all up it just meant we were supposed to be together. I knew it the very first time I touched her it was like coming home, only to no home I had ever known!"
Annie asking a friend: "But when you met her (his wife), did you believe she was the only person for you? That in some mystical, cosmic way, it was fated?"
Sam's friend about relationships:
"Things are different, now. First, you have to be friends. You have to like each other."
Annie talks to her best friend about the concept of DESTINY.
Annie hires a private detective to run a background check on Sam!! Ted wanted Rebecca to do it with Dr. Jacob!
Wonderful addition by @doctorbeverlycrusher : Rebecca’s mom said a couple times that when she loves something, she loves it forever. The main song from Sleepless in Seattle, When I Fall in Love, starts with the lyric “When I fall in love, it will be forever”.
ANNIE MUNCHES ON SUNFLOWER SEEDS ON THE PLANE.
Sam's son to his dad: "Jessica says you and Annie never got together in that life, and your hearts are like puzzles with parts out of them and when you get together the puzzle's complete. The reason I know this and you don't is that I'm younger and purer so I'm more in touch with cosmic forces."
There's even a mention of Horticulture!
We spotted the word Rainbow in the pub game, the romcommunism episode was called Rainbow. Let me leave you with the quote from Ted again.
"Now, it may not work out how you think it will or how you hope it does, but believe me, it will all work out. Exactly as it's supposed to."
I might be setting myself up for disappointment but the writers are building every step up to the cliff egde, baby!
Thank you for coming to my Ted Lasso Talk
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reijean v-day 💝⚔️
see vee's prompt graphic for this. i tag anyone in any fandom, i want to hear about your OTP!!
💝 favorite canon scene:
these panels in the 57th scouting expedition right here.
in the anime the only internal monologue we get is from jearmin, which is a big rewatch tell of oh shit! why are reiner's thoughts private (armored hehe). but the ONE time, ONE time we get reiner's thoughts in this arc in the manga... it's about jean. and it's not like he takes over narration like armin did when he encounters annie alone, or like jean does once these three meet up. it's just one stray 💭 of "jean really... is different."
sure, other characters note jean's maturity since joining the corps, but recognition from reiner stands out here as a vote of confidence from marcel!reiner, AND four years later: when he still describes jean as "an irresponsible jerk who only ever thought of himself," even though reiner knows first hand that jean grew so, so much after trost. and it's his fault.
💝 a song that reminds you of them:
i previously posted SASAMI's I Was a Window, but another one that screams reijean to me is Till Death by Japanese Breakfast. briefly, it's about marriage, but she wrote a whole book about the context that this song and her relationship come from, which i highly recommend.
so many images in it are so post-rumbling to me: "get these days to go by like the swaying of a ship," (the studio recording starts with ocean sounds); "sing me to sleep, soothe this insomnia"; "your embrace healing my wounds / teach me to breathe, teach me to move." the beginning of verse 2, "steering on hostile waves of panic, like fighting a wheel that pulls to the right" makes me think of a later jbrekkie song, Slide Tackle, which IS reiner.
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💝 favorite official picture/graphic:
back to back on the vol. 32 alliance cover baby!!
💝 favorite fanfic:
i have to say two:
vermin by @oxygenbefore1775: delicious cadet days, delicious fucked up time in reiner POV, delicious, smart tangling with the technological/material/cultural gaps between the walls and the rest of the world. how much of RBA's deep cover is culture shock? the total lack of guile jean has while running roughshod over the land mines in reiner's head with just "bunny." god.
from shiganshina with love by @fromriches-tosin: this is really the one that lured me in. it feels like a locked room, three-hander play, when even being in the wide open air (well, not reiner) is claustrophobic because two characters are intertwined and dug into one another. and as someone who has inhaled shelves' worth of eruri fic and doujinshi, vee's levi is one of my favorites.
💝 favorite fanart:
oh, this and everything by @mikibagels. one thing about reijean that goes so hard is jean's growth spurt, cadet and post-rumbling reijean both have height difference. similar vein, @valmendy illustrating reiner's flirting from never let me go: "i feel like i missed out on my little brother growing up." hello???
💝 why i ship:
i binged the anime so late, just in time for season 4, and when the finale came out i could hardly think of anything other than "we're scouts, we don't know when to quit."
back in my day (i'm turning 27 this month), one dude beating up another in shounen launched a ship, a fleet of ships, and kept it afloat for years, but yams gave us their more obvious, huge interactions in the last... fifteen chapters. but there's so much history between them that screams to be noticed on initial reread and rewatch: the reijearmin (horrendous throuple name) date that was the female titan arc, that jean keeps his cool when the 104th hop on the armored as reibert and ymir try to flee, the whole return to shiganshina, the echo i come back to of "the jean kirchstein i know only thinks of himself."
with jean's OVA, they're the characters whose moms we see the most of besides carla jaeger??? the difference between karina and jean's mother is vast, yet their sons turned out so similar, despite it all. so caring, so haunted by that care. jean takes his leadership in the post-time skip survey corps so seriously, he agonizes over his field leadership in trost, while reiner feels like he killed marcel and bertolt and doomed annie, and in his lowest, lowest moments still manages to protect and worry for falco and gabi.
also, another big why: you people. this is such a cozy pontoon. 😘 happy valentine's day!!!
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it doesn't take a scholar to know how this one goеs (Trobed)
Let’s get one thing perfectly straight: this is a love story. Always has been, always will be. No matter how you tilt the script, no matter what genre the show drifts into, the core of the story remains the same: this is a story about love. All seven types, Abed supposes, if you want to go Greek with it, but love nonetheless. Self-love, familial love, playful love, universal love, intimate friendship love, committed love. Sure, erotic love is a bit missing in the equation, but when he has Troy and Annie and the study group, he can't begrudge himself missing passionate, romantic love that much. He's the side character, after all, the brown queer autistic man. His romantic drama could never drive a season.
And then the zombies attack. The reference here is Leia and Han. The reference here is correct.
And then Pierce tries to steal their handshake but fails. The metaphor here is Indecent Proposal. The metaphor here is correct.
And then he and Troy move in together. The new chapter is a new location. The new chapter is correct.
And then the blanket-pillow war nearly shatters their relationship to pieces. The frame here is a war tearing apart two countries that have never been separated. The frame here is correct.
And then Pierce dies, and Troy has to leave, and clone-Abed can’t handle the feelings building up in his chest, threatening to burst just as viciously as they did with regular Abed-
The trope here is the end of the world.
The trope here is correct.
***
Wait a minute. Back up. Rewind the tapes. That can’t be how the story ends. That can’t be how the metaphor disintegrates, in a ship sailing off with a Styx song playing and Abed's heart breaking.
Abed shouldn’t have to lose a part of his soul because the story demands it. He shouldn’t have to play the part of the sidekick, the quirky token side character, the man who falls into relationships with a woman because his more-than-friends buddy sails off into the sunset.
He and Troy are the emotional center of the show. The throughline. The heart of the group.
Or, at least, Troy is, and through Troy, Abed is. The director becomes a main player. The voyeur falls in love.
The fanboy gets his happy ending.
***
The story unravels one by one. A viewing of Star Wars sparks a memory. Indecent Proposal becomes more than metaphor when Troy winds an arm around Abed’s shoulders and their lips connect in the hallway after Ben is born. Troy and Abed move in together and they use the Dreamatorium for makeout sessions more often than not.
A blanket-pillow war breaks open a relationship that is more than platonic in nature and feelings of love-turned-not-quite-hatred (because Troy is furious, because Abed is pissed, but neither of them know how to hate each other because how do you hate the other half of your heart?) are spilled over through text and email.
The first “I love you” in a relationship is shouted in a broken-hearted, “I loved you, Abed, and you broke my fucking heart” during an all-out-pillow fight in Greendale's cafeteria.
The story grinds to a halt as Abed stares, wide-eyed, at his other half. At the enemy. At the hero. At-
Jeff offers to grab friendship hats, but Abed is still staring. He is still trying to understand.
“Do you mean what you said?” he asks, voice uncertain, the story unspooling in a way he never thought it could go. Love? Him? Someone loving him?
And Troy nods, voice as sure as if he’s citing a Kickpuncher fact. “Of course I do,” he says, all righteous fury, all broken-hearted love. “How could you have broken my heart if I didn’t love you?”
Characters aren’t supposed to stutter unless the narrative calls for it, but Abed is stumbling here, grasping for the dialogue. “But you said, in that text-”
Troy’s face is still gripped by fury, but his eyes soften. "I was pissed because you said all those things about me. You weren't supposed to think those things. You weren't supposed to think about me like that-"
"But those are the things I love about you," Abed says, straightforward as always as he lightly whacks Troy with the pillow.
Troy's eyes go wide. "You what?"
Abed nods. "Those things are weaknesses in war, but they're the things that made me fall for you. They're the things that make us work together as friends, as a couple, as a screen duo. Your overemotionality helps me understand you better. How much you care makes me care about you."
"I love you," Troy says, hitting Abed with a pillow for the final time.
Abed's eyes crinkle. "I know," he says, and he hit Troy with a pillow to seal the deal. Both pillows fall to the ground and the two of them step forward to complete their handshake.
Jeff smiles. Annie is crying. Shirley and Britta are cheering. Pierce's face is covered in pillows, but he doesn't quite matter to this equation, so his reaction can remain a mystery.
Abed's supporting cast supports him.
There's a feeling blooming in Abed's chest, a warmth flooding his veins with its lovely embrace as he leans in, grabs Troy's pj shirt, and pulls him into a half-hug, half-kiss. Troy's arms go to Abed's waist and Abed can feel Troy's tears on his cheeks as Troy smiles into Abed's kiss, his relief a balm to Abed's soul.
This is Abed's happy ending, his perfect rom-com ending scene. The perfect boy in his arms, their miscommunication resolved, everyone cheering.
Looks like he was able to check off two genres off his list today.
***
Fast forward. Scroll to drama with the Air Conditioning Repair School, to Troy only separating from Abed to save the Dean and to give his boyfriend the opportunity to meet a real-life cult. It breaks both of their hearts, but it's thankfully over within a month, with Troy accidentally becoming the One True Repairman and acquiring his own cult in the process.
Scroll to graduation. To L.A. and beyond. Troy and Abed move to L.A. together, Troy's incredibly stable A.C. commissions providing a steady income for the two of them as Abed works his way through the industry.
Abed's first feature film is a sci-fi romance about two boys searching for a ghost that stole their best friend's magical pen, falling in love in the process. His second film is a historical dramedy centered around a 1940s woman who disguises herself as a pilot to search for the man who killed her fiance, only to find out that the man who killed her fiance is actually another woman that she ends up falling in love with when she finds out that the woman completes her better than anyone ever has.
The movie wins three oscars: Best Leading actress for Bethany Goldstein, Best Costuming for Lucia Gonzalez, and Best Screenplay for one Abed Nadir.
Abed gets up onstage and finds his boyfriend cheering beyond the spotlights. Troy is smiling as proudly as Abed once did when Troy came back from the Repair School, the school's new messiah.
This is Abed's best moment. Not the award. Not the crowd. Not the celebrities. But Troy's eyes as he gives Abed the only standing ovation he'll ever need.
And it's cliche, it's so cliche, but Abed can't resist it. He's always been a fan of drama, of history-making moments, of creating new takes on old chiches.
So Abed looks Troy in the eye, thanks the production company, and says, "And to my boyfriend, Troy Barnes, who has been beside me every step of the way, who has built a new Dreamtorium in every apartment we've moved into, who has been the heart at every one of my stories- there is nothing I could do to surprise you, except maybe this." Abed balances the Oscar on one of his suit-clad hips. A confused hush falls over the crowd as Abed pulls a small box out of his free pocket and flips it open.
Abed leans toward the mic as Troy stands in his seat, jaw dropping, the shine in his eyes visible from this far away as some genius swings a spotlight to fall on Troy's beautiful face. "Troy Barnes, will you marry me?"
Troy takes off at a run down the aisle as a cheer goes up in the crowd. Near the front, Abed's leading actress has two fingers at her lips, whistling at the top of her lungs. Behind a tv screen, somewhere back in Colorado, in Georgia, in D.C., Troy and Abed's friends are cheering as well, he knows.
But Abed can't focus on any of those people. For once in his life, Abed can't think about an audience.
All he can focus on is the man jogging up the stairs to the stage, the man who offers out his hand, not for a ring, but for a handshake. Abed sets down the Oscar and takes up his offer, a smile on his lips as Troy says those magical words: "Of course, dude, I'll marry you. This would be a pretty stupid story if I didn't."
The flash of Troy's smile is better than any Oscar ever could be.
***
So here goes the love story: a boy falls in love with another boy. They go on adventures where one kiss another, where they fight zombies and racists and lava monsters and paintball wars and each other. They break up and make up. They enter every new chapter together, tied to each others' hearts.
The show ends on a happy note and Abed and Troy shift off into post-canon, fanfic territory, whatever the fans decide, whatever they decide.
It's the kind of ending their kind of love deserves.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34948705
#community#canon divergence#trobed#troy barnes#abed nadir#fix-it#happy ending#ao3#fanfic#cross posted on ao3#post-canon#marriage proposal#meta#as if anything abed-related couldn't be#canon divergent au#pillows and blankets#troy x abed
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To Hell and Back
Kerrang 1227, September 13 2008
Being a member of Slipknot is a tough business. But it’s not just onstage that bad things can happen, as Joey Jordison knows to his cost…
Words: Daniel J. Lane Photo: Paul Harries
The cocaine one. It's short but it's a lot. Knew what I was getting into but this one's definitely gonna be wedged in my hellbrain for a bit.
(google drive link)
When Kerrang! caught up with Slipknot at the end of June prior to their headline slot on the inaugural US Rockstar Energy Mayhem tour, drummer Joey Jordison joked that, after being off the road for three years, the band were so full of pent-up energy and so desperate to get back out and play live that he “wouldn’t be surprised if we break our fucking necks on this first run of shows”. And, in true Slipknot fashion, on day one of the tour in Seattle, Washington, Slipknot DJ Sid Wilson ended up breaking both of his heels after an ill-advised stage dive, while Jordison himself reportedly drummed so darn hard he was forced to ride out the final three dates of Mayhem concealing a broken ankle from his bandmates. As a result, Slipknot were forced to cancel their scheduled European festival shows — including Reading and Leeds — after doctors ordered Jordison off the road for six weeks.
The diminutive sticksman is currently at home in Des Moines, Iowa. He’s bummed about letting all the European Slipknot fans down, but that disappointment is mixed with positivity, with new ‘Knot album All Hope Is Gone having debuted at number one and number two in the US and the UK respectively. And having finally kicked a long running and very private battle with addiction, Jordison has much to look forward to.
How much have you changed as a person since we last officially saw you on Vol. 3: The Subliminal Verses?
“I’m definitely happier these days, that’s for sure. To be quite honest, and this is something I don’t want to get into, but basically, it all comes from quitting partying. I stopped taking narcotics just before the New Year and now I don’t flub on double bass anymore and I don’t have to try to get through the songs when we play live. You can do whatever you want in your life, I don’t care. I’m not going to preach to you and tell you to stop doing whatever, but now I’m happy and I play better. It’s that simple. My band’s ecstatic about it. I haven’t played this good for a long, long time. Probably since the first record, and there’s nothing more gratifying than that."
When did you realise you had a problem with drugs?
“It was probably when I realised that I wasn’t just hurting myself, I was hurting the people around me. I had a real moment of clarity last year. My girlfriend at the time, a girl who I thought I was gonna be with forever, cheated on me and I went on a three week coke binge. I actually wrote some of the riffs for the new album [All Hope Is Gone] around that time, which is the only good thing to come out of it. But I just wasn’t having fun anymore and my family knew it.”
How did your family react?
“My sister, Annie, kept trying to call me but I didn’t want to speak to anyone. The phone was off the hook. I didn’t answer my door, the lights were off, and I was just fucking ragingly pissed off all the time. So she sent me a picture of my nephew. He was trying to play drums and he was wearing one of my old masks. And so I called her and she put him on the phone and he said, ‘I love you uncle Joey’, and I was like, ‘Fuck it, I’m done. This is fucking stupid’. I realised I was basically fucking dying. It took that to make me realise what was really important in my life and that I’d done a lot of mean things to people.”
Like what?
“Just stupid fucking rock star shit. Thankfully, I’m fucking over it, now. You act like an asshole, you feel like shit the next day and your performance suffers because of it. I really don’t want to go into it… I once made a tour manager cry because I was so fucking pissed off and hungover. Just fucked-up things like that. Let’s just say I’ve had to make a lot of apologies to people. But the past is the past, now I’m so much faster at drumming, so much more fluid with my breathing. I eat better… And I’m also fatter (laughs).”
We’d have said ‘healthier’ rather than ‘fatter’. You were looking quite skeletal towards the end of Vol. 3…
“I’m just happier, dude. I wake up, and I eat really well. I don’t wake up and throw up like I used to. I’m not rail thin any more. Everyone in my family is like, ‘It’s so good to see you put on a few pounds’.”
Where do you think your addiction stemmed from?
“We have good lives. I’m not going to say ‘Oh, woe is me’. People know we’ve had success and all that stuff. But there are things that can push you over the edge. Things like being an outcast at school, my step dad dying, the death of my friend [former Killing Joke / Ministry bassist] Paul Raven… He was one of the sweetest, most genuine fucking guys that I’ve ever met in my life. He was too young, man. He was too young. And I will miss him forever. These are the things that never leave you.”
Is that why you tried to incorporate the scars into your new mask?
“I’ve had scar lines in my mask for a while now, but yeah, I wanted to design a mask that just shows the pain that I’ve gone through, the love and the hate I’ve gone through. It’s decrepit, it’s rotting, it’s sewn together. And the crown of thorns and the mummified look and the willowy hands, is the same thing. I’m growing old, man. I’m a human fucking tree, I’m just rotting into the earth. It’s the scariest looking thing I could come up with. I don’t wanna be the pretty boy in the band any more. I’m sick of that shit, y’know?”
Does it bug you that, pretty much from when Slipknot started, girls would throw themselves at you because you were the ‘cute one’?
“Yes and no. Actually I think I might have done myself a disservice, I think the new mask might attract more (laughs). That said, I can’t wait to see the mock-ups in the audience. The old mask was kinda easy to copy, but the new one’s going to be that little bit harder. I honestly can’t wait to see the first kid with a crown of thorns at a Slipknot show.”
So what does the future hold for you, personally?
“I don’t know. I take each day as it comes. Every morning I wake up and think, ‘Is this gonna be my last day?’. And if today is my last day, I wanna go out swinging, man. You know what’s crazy about me? I’ve already bought my grave. Just in case. It’s over down on Second Avenue [in Des Moines]. That’s what being in Slipknot does to you.”
Slipknot’s new album, All Hope Is Gone, is out now. The band will be touring the UK in December. See Gigs for details.
#if you want anything else from this scanned lemme know!#joey jordison#is he skewed? yes. do i feel like fixing it? no.#slipknot#kerrang 1227 sep 13 08#interview#i looked it up and paul raven was uh 46 🫥
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BAD FEELING part. 20
Hi!! Next chapter is here, the song mentioned is obv from our lord and saviour Taylor Swift.
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20. Safe and sound
If Finnick weren’t there, you would be dead right now. You are sure you could never walk so fast, but the blonde guy just lifted Marjorie and tossed her through the door like she was a potato sack.
Not very classy, but efficient.
The door closes behind you with a loud noise and you begin to shake so hard it hurts you.
«She needs medical help, her ankle is broken or something. Maybe twisted.» You order. You don’t know anything about medical help, even if your mother is a midwife. You should have listened to her more, you should have been more focused.
You risked the life of a kid, perhaps multiple kids, just because you talked without thinking. “Come to me”, like you are a great warrior. You are nothing, even Marjorie almost died because of you. So caught up in your perfect little love fantasy to think about anything else, you are selfish, and you are a murderer. A killer, you killed Clark, you killed that guy in Capitol City, you…
«Daisy, please, Daisy breathe.» Marjorie looks at you, worried.
She is beautiful. You never thought about how beautiful she looks. She has blonde hair and blue eyes, so blue they are almost painful to watch. her family had a bakery you now remember, maybe she is related to Peeta, same colours.
You look… normal, in comparison. Pretty. Not beautiful, you are plain. Plain and you are not even good, you are evil, you are selfish, you deserve it. You deserve all the bad things that happened to you.
«I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault I’m sorry…» You begin to say and she rolls her eyes before hugging you. She would never do something like that if you weren’t panicking.
«You are a little shit and I don’t like you, but this is not your fault.» She reassures you and pats your head. You like honesty. She is as honest as… Well, they grew up together after all, it’s only natural.
The first bang is unexpected. You cover your ears and you watch her as she is taken by the nearest couch to get medicated. The attack has begun.
There are other people. Finnick with Annie, the president Alma Coin, Plutarch Heavensbee, guards you don’t recognize. Haymitch is not here, and neither is Katniss or the other victors. Maybe Katniss is in the Capitol trying to rescue Peeta, you are not part of the revolution, they don’t tell you anything.
You can just wait.
The second bang is terrifying. You are not afraid of dying, that is not the first thought. You are afraid the other bunker is not safe. If you die you can have peace with it. If you live and the people in the higher bunker die, you will never have peace. You can see their faces. Effie, Portia, Lora, Perla, your mother, and heaven knows if Alex came back. You didn’t make it up to your mother. You didn’t say goodbye to Effie, she will never know how much she means to you. And where the fuck is Haymitch? If somehow he knew you weren’t in the bunker and he got out to look for you, or for Marjorie… he is not fit, he can’t survive. If he dies, if Holly dies, if Effie dies…
You try not to cry simply because you are alone, and you don’t want Annie to get more upset, but you end up catching your breath because you feel like you can’t breathe anymore. Your heart pumps so loud now your ears are hurting and maybe they are bleeding and maybe you are dying.
No. You are noy dying. You remember Effie’s words, this is not a heart attack, it’s a panic attack. You just have to calm yourself.
You think of Dianna, when you were seven. Sweet tea in the summer, playing pirates and singing old songs in the meadows. Happy memories.
There was a song you always played together, an old song from district twelve you forgot with time.
Just close your eyes, the sun is going down, you’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now, come morning light, you and I’ll be safe and sound.
You can breathe a little better now.
«Daisy?» Marjorie looks at you tentatively. She must have said something you didn’t catch.
«Mh?»
«I said you have a good voice.»
«Oh, thank you.»
You didn’t realise you were singing. You bet you sound like a crazy person, singing in a bunker when bombs are exploding in your face.
«Did your mother teach you?»
Holly used to teach you everything. You didn’t grow up with a father, it has always been you and her. When she adopted you she was so young you can’t imagine it right now, barely legal but in District 12 a mother is better than nothing, so nobody said anything against it, not even the peacekeepers. It was quite usual for the families that were slightly richer to adopt a kid if they didn’t have any, so that the child could help them, work in the fields with them or in the mines. Nobody ever took the girls, though. The girls weren’t useful if not at home, cleaning and babysitting the other children, and for the most part it was a burden that mothers could hold alone.
Holly Pinecone came from a long line of midwives. Grandmother, who died before you could meet her, was a midwife too. Still at the time it didn’t make any sense that she adopted you at twenty, when she could still get married and have children. It didn’t make sense to anybody except her.
«Mommy! Look! That’s a plant we can use!» You screamed, so happy you could be helpful. Now you know you couldn’t really be helpful at five, she must have indulged you in believing you have found the plants.
«Yes, and what’s the name of this plant?» You tortured your poor raven braid trying to think. Holly told you a hundred times. You couldn’t disappoint her.
«Sagittaria!»
«Very good! And what’s that?» She asked with a wide grin, a smile you matched as soon as you saw the flower.
«That’s a daisy. That's me!»
«Come here, little one.» She put the flower in your hair. «Beautiful girl.»
You were quite beautiful, everybody used to tell you that. Big hazel eyes, raven hair always in a braid, clean clothes. You were well behaved enough to always smile at the strangers and you were so quiet it was actually nice to have you around. That was the main goal for Holly, that everybody could love you, so they would have protected you in case of danger.
«Thank you for saying that.» You answered like she instructed you to, being kind was the first thing for Holly. Well behaved. «Can we sing tonight?»
«What do you want to sing?» She asked, well knowing the answer.
«Safe and Sound!»
«Always that song. Okay, we can sing before bed time.» She caressed your hair. «Now search for edible plants with me.»
«Among other things.» You murmur.
«She loves you so much. She always wanted a kid.»
That’s the thing, she wanted a kid. And you stayed a kid until Effie called your name, jumping at her commands like a trained dog.
«She loves me.» You are not sure she likes you. «Do you think we are safe? Do you think they are safe?»
«The district was prepared.»
After what you think it’s an hour, but are in reality probably minutes, the bombs stop.
You can’t believe you survived. You hear the mechanical voice like it comes from heaven.
The blast doors will open in one minute. Please, remain calm and proceed in orderly fashion out of the bunkers.
As soon as everybody’s free to go out you try to recollect yourself to find your family, but Haymitch is faster than you. Which is news.
«Where were you?!» He is angry and his hands are shivering, he looks paler than usual. He brings you in his arms. «I came into the bunker and you weren’t there. Holly didn’t know where you were, Effie didn’t know where you were. I lost it at Effie. She always knows where you are.»
You pull him tighter. «I got trapped out and Finnick saved me.» Saved us. You will tell him in a minute, now you want him all for you. And maybe you won’t tell him everything, or he will kill the guard and you don’t want him to face consequences.
«Don’t you ever, ever do that again.» He whispers in your ear.
«Wasn’t exactly my plan…»
«I don’t care. You won’t be in danger ever again. I’ll make sure of that.» He puts a straw of hair over your ear, almost sweetly. «Couldn’t handle it.»
«You got up in the first bunker for me.» You state.
He shrugs. «You wouldn’t have left Effie alone.»
Your heart stops at these words. He would have risked everything to stay with you. You jump to reach his lips and pull him in a passionate kiss that makes you blush, also because when you try to catch a breath he kisses you again, even rougher.
I love you. You almost let it out.
«I was scared of losing you too.» You whisper instead, «I didn’t know where you were, I got so scared.»
«I’m here now, I’m here.» He closes his eyes with you in his arms, his nose buried in your hair. «Never again.»
«I have to go find my mom. I have to go to Effie!»
At least now Holly will be happy you saved her dearest friend.
«And I have to go to see Peeta. They are coming.»
«Peeta is coming back?» You ask, suddenly a lot happier.
«That’s the plan.» He kisses you again. Despite everything, the bombs and President Snow and the attacks, you can see he is happy to see his not-son again. That’s the man who doesn’t want children.
«I want to see him too, after you.» You ask. You are quite fond of the guy. «I have to talk to Plutarch about what happened, can I see you tonight? We have a lot to catch up on.» You snuggle against his neck.
«I have a meeting with President Coin, but after that I’m all yours.» He lifts you up to kiss you better. He still smells like woods, alcohol and tobacco, which is impossible since Thirteen doesn’t allow any kind of indulgences and you have been underground for a month now.
You want to talk to Holly, but after a brief hug with Effie and Portia (and Alex, who thanks you again and again instructed by his mother) you approach Plutarch Heavensbee. You don’t like him, that’s the man who wanted you to be collateral damage, so it’s only natural you don’t love him. Still, better him than President Coin, that woman scares you.
«Plutarch, can I have a word?» You approach the blonde guy, who is reluctant to be stopped by you but your face must be worried.
You quickly explain what happened, and he nods. «We will relocate him, don’t worry.»
Relocate him?
Relocate him?
«I’m sorry but that is the man who nearly killed two people because he didn’t get laid, and you want to relocate him?» You reply, stunned. You expect this behaviour from the Capitol, from Snow.
«I get your point, however we can’t lose force at this particular moment.» He tries to explain to you like you are a kid. To him you probably are a kid.
«You will lose forces when he kills someone because he didn’t have the last cookie!» You snap.
«Daisy, you can’t confirm your story.» He argues, but you are raging right now.
«Marjorie was with me!» It’s impossible they didn’t ask her and you don’t believe she lied, so what is the truth? They simply don’t care?
It’s normal they don’t care for you, you are not even from Thirteen and you don’t expect them to have empathy, but Caius is dangerous for everybody.
«Can you please lower your voice?» He asks, and you force yourself not to jump his throat. You don’t speak like that to a tribute. It’s dangerous.
He won’t do anything. You can see in his eyes that he doesn’t want to lose a guard in his precious war, and it doesn’t matter if he leaves a man like this alone. He is no better than Snow, he was his games master after all. He was born and raised in Capitol City, and not everybody changes like Effie Trinket.
It’s okay, you think, you don’t need him. You can do it alone.
Turns out Peeta is not good. He has been tortured, and they did something to him so right now he doesn’t know what is real or not real anymore, and he thinks Katniss is the enemy. The kind, gentle hearted boy who offered you hot chocolate is gone.
When you open the door to reach for him he is staring at the wall, with watery eyes and an expression of pure pain.
«Babe…» You try to come closer, but you don’t want to interfere.
«He has been tortured. They wiped out his memory. They transformed him into a mut. He is lost.»
«No! No, we can still-»
«He is lost, Daisy!» He shouts. You try not to take a step back. «And it’s my fault.»
«The doctors here are great.» You argue.
«You knew Peeta. He was better than me, better than Katniss, better than you, better than anyone. And he paid for all of us. He is not coming back, he will never… come back. Fuck, I need a drink.»
This time you go for a hug, even if he doesn't want it he needs it, and when he wraps his arms around you he does something you could never think of, he starts crying. He cries and cries in your arms, exhausted.
«It is my fault, Sweetheart, all my fault.» You swoon him stroking his hair. Peeta has been taken by Snow, Snow is to blame, not him. He only tried to save everybody.
«It is not.» You whisper in his ear. «Everything will be okay. Believe me.»
Will it be? You can lie to him, but you don’t see how it could be okay. Katniss is broken hearted, Peeta’s memory is gone, and Thirteen’s government is exactly like Capitol City. You feel like you are fighting a tyrant with another one.
You stay in his embrace until he falls asleep, and you slowly follow him.
It is you who wakes him up this time, screaming like every night. You don’t even remember what you were dreaming about, but you hear your heart in your ears.
«Sweetheart, it’s me, sweetheart, it is a nightmare. It’s just a nightmare.» He caresses your cheek. «Just a nightmare.»
«I’m sorry…»
«Don’t be.» You breathe a little, still shocked. «You were calling for your mother.»
«Really? Not you?»
«Nah-ah, Holly.» He lies down again, taking your hand. «Are you still in non speaking terms?»
«I just want my mom back, but I can’t bow down to what she thinks it’s okay for me. Dear Heavens, I have a job, I have a purpose, I have you. I don’t think I’m that bad.»
He strokes your hair and you almost purr in content, closing your eyes. That emotion is much better than rage from your mother.
«Maybe you are punishing her too.» He says tentatively.
«Punish her? For what?»
«You needed her and she wasn’t there. You asked for her in your dreams before the games. You called her again and again while you were sleeping.»
You look at him. «She couldn’t be there, it’s not… it’s insane.»
«You knew that, but our mind… our mind does not work that way. She guaranteed for all your life that if you were kind and polite the things would have been fine. This didn’t happen, and she couldn’t help with it, she wasn’t there. Effie was. Effie helped you. So maybe your mind said “Ok, one good, one bad”.» He shrugs. «I’m not a shrink, don’t believe a word of what I’ve said.»
«That actually makes sense.» You don’t humour him, it makes sense. You are not sure you like it but it makes sense.
«Even a broken clock…» He dismisses it.
You lean to kiss him better, and you touch his chest. «What a wise man, my man.»
«Your man.» He repeats against your lips. He is smiling now, actually smiling and you want to keep it this way at least for an hour or so. Peeta is not fine and you will handle this together. That doesn’t mean he has to die under the responsibility alone, that he couldn’t smile anymore.
«Must be the old age.» You joke, but he suddenly pushes you against the mattress.
«I’ll show you old age.» He grumbles and rolls on you, causing you to giggle a little, tragedy almost forgotten for the night.
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hi more me guessing hw songs.
i learned the lyrics to Snowman by halyosy (lyrics) and now can't stop thinking of it as a potential hw song- not as a song they would cover, but as a song their virtual singer would sing to them (kaito to tsukasa specifically). i don't think you've ever shared virtual singer lore so im making it up drawing influence from the feelings of both the nightcord and wxs virtual singers
""I told a lie to my mom", a boy began to cry. I am made to be all white so that I can take away the darkness in his heart". -> n25s miku's whole thing is to be there for mafuyu and help ease the pain in her heart. i'd guess the virtual singers of hw would have a similar motivation. (also, the lie in question was that the boy had friends and was talented at school and sports, so that his dying mother didn't worry about him. if this isn't tsukasa at its core.)
"I tried to warm your cold smile, but I can't make a smile with my artificial eyes" -> but the vs aren't actually real (i dont want to think about the implications of sekai so i will leave it there), so what can they do other than provide support? provide a word here or there, a wish of healing? but also- the wishes of the virtual singers have to come from somewhere, right? is this not also the wish of hw- "i want you to be happy, even if i am not yet myself"?
"Neon tubes and monochrome snow" -> i actually don't really know what this line means in the actual song but here- the neon lights of the theater, the colorful world of the stage, and the cold, grey feelings freezing them in place?
"I'll tell you how to do it, I believe you can do it, Soft snow covers our tracks" -> this again as the wish of the virtual singers- i can't change for you, but i can offer advice and push you forward because i know you can (oh also spitball other point- kaito's line in his 1.5 anni card- "when faced with a wall, i don't want to push them up over from the bottom. I want to climb it myself and pull them up with me, so that we can see the other side together"). i had a connection to the soft snow covering our tracks part but i don't know how to say it in words. but in colors it's a soft orange. which i know doesn't make any sense.
"You ran with your friends" -> emu nene rui do i need to say more here. (yes because it never gets old. because of the pain, of the things that tore them down, of the steps they took back up, they found their dreams friends family).
"He will be alright now, 'cause there's no winter that isn't followed by spring" -> yes
also raising the point of snow imagery- it alrealy exists in normal n25- mafuyu did chose the name "yuki". and i think there was an event about it. i think that theme also works in hw. but instead of the damp, blue sort of snowfall that feels cold and hollow, it's the warmer, sparkly snow of dawn. it's the snow that was lonely in the night, but beings to feel less so when the light first begins to break.
AADHWJJDNWKDNWKDUSQJOSHISKWUQNDOBWNSNSJ acey are you in my fucking brain. aroace wxs fanatics really do share a brain cell because HELLO??????/silly
i haven’t said shit about the virtual singers yet but ohmygod your guess is so fucking on point. awawawa. this is so fucking hw core and like it fits so so fucking well into the current thoughts i have for both tsukasa and the main story guhhhh explodes explodes explodes
firstly, might as well do a tiny bit of explanation for hw virtual singers. they both have the same overall personalities as canon wxs, kaito being the responsible older brother figure (representing what tsukasa wants to be like yknow) and miku being very childish and all (i. forget her symbolism w tsukasa. whoops). also given that the sekai and they were created from tsukasa’s feelings, they are well aware that tsukasa isn’t quite okay. even if he isn’t entirely aware of it himself. yknow how he is. anyway. you’re very right about hw virtual singers. their goal is both to ease their pain but also to like. revive the bit of hope they all had, and help them not lose it again. given it’s an online theater group, they of course want to help them do shows and find joy in doing again, because despite it hurting them so badly they still hold so much love for shows and the vs want to help them with it, but more than anything they want them all to find joy in living again. like they’ve all been hurt and vs is there to ease that pain and help them find joy and hope despite being given so much shit and having been hurt. yknow. and i don’t have much to add aside from that cause like. you got them so well. my god
"You ran with your friends" throwing UP. i hate these clowns and their stupid loving friendship and love and care they have for each other because who else understood them like they did each other who else did they have aside from each other because who else will drag them back up and cling to hope with them like they do for each other. they’re so. sobs.
"He will be alright now, 'cause there's no winter that isn't followed by spring" YES. YES INDEED. they’re all gonna be okay. they’re gonna be okay. cries.
tsukasa side note:
""I told a lie to my mom", a boy began to cry. I am made to be all white so that I can take away the darkness in his heart" -> also like you said TBIS IS TSUKASA AT HIS CORE and he’s exactly the same in hw. he wants to be that big brother his siblings can look up to he wants to make them proud and he especially doesn’t want to worry anyone Ever and saki and toya know something might be wrong but he won’t tell her (but to be fair. he hasn’t exactly admitted it to himself either) bc he’s tsukasa tenma!! he’s okay!!! he has to be okay!! he’s going to be a star!! and what kind of star would let a lot a few setbacks get him down!! so there’s no need for anyone to worry!! cause he’s a-okay!! (<- lying. to himself as well.) honestly at this rate i’m not even gonna need to do the tsukasa ramble since i’m just rambling about him in asks when i can /lh
#asks#hollow ☆ wonderland#screams and cries and throws up#i might have repeated stuff a bit sorry i tend to do that dknwkdhwmd#anyway THANK YOU FOR THIS. ROTATING THESE LYRICS IN MY HEAD. MY GOD#long post#also took me forever to answer my bad. curse you classes…
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Six
Another Steddie imagine au. This time Steve and Eddie work in a theatre company and this year they are doing a Chicago play performance. So Steve as a pretty boy gets cast as one of the cell block tango ladies. He specifically plays Annie, the one that sings ”Six”. Why this is important? We get to that in a bit.
So Eddie as a very dramatic, energetic person who loves performing has had a main role for the last few years. However, this year is different because his manager decided to give him the challenge of not being in the spotlight for once, instead, he will be a dancer for the cell block tango. At first, Eddie is pissed. Like come on, he has talent that can be used, not just dancing for one song. So on his way to his first rehearsal he’s in a bit of a mood. But he goes along with it and acts amicable when needed, treats his instructors nice, and comes to find that he actually likes learning the dances.
A few weeks later practise is going fine, apparently the dancers playing the 6 girls will be ready to rehearse their partner dances soon. Which means that the next few sessions are dedicated to the individual moves each of the men do when the ladies are dancing with them. Eddie finds out that he is partnered to Annie, which is cool. The start of his dance is literally standing, then laying on the floor while Annie does her routine, then the main tango steps that they were all taught (basically the same dance she does in the movie). He thought that this was going to be easy.
He was wrong.
When they introduced the cast playing the main six girls, Eddie knew he was screwed. Because in the mains was one of the most gorgeous men he ever has the blessing of laying his eyes upon.
Steve.
This Steve is wearing a very little amount of clothes : booty shorts that barely cover anything, a crop top/lingerie bralette thing, and thigh harnesses. So of course, Eddie is enamoured with him. This gift in the form of a man reaffirms to him that this is not as bad as he initially believed it to be. There is literally a Greek god standing in front of him. So while he doesn't get to use the full extent of his talent on stage, at least he can ogle Adonis.
While waiting to get paired up with whoever is playing Annie, Eddie is approached by Steve. They strike up a conversation where there is defiantly flirting on both parts, a few teasing lines thrown at each other and overall an amazing conversation. At this point Eddie is fully convinced Steve is a true angel, the perfect man for him.
Then partners are announced.
Now Eddie knew he was dancing with Annie, he was prepared for this already. What he wasn’t prepared for was the fact that Steve plays Annie.
Practise starts, “Pop” lady and her partner get through their section, then it is Eddie and Steve’s turn.
And Holy Fuck.
“ I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake City about two years ago “
One foot in front of the other, Steve struts towards Eddie. His voice dripping with lust as he sings on the most perfect raspy voice that has ever existed. He comes to a stop in front of Eddie, lays his hand upon eddies chest and slowly starts to stoke downwards. His touch light and teasing, fingers gently dancing along the material as they head further south. Then he reaches up again, hands grasp firmly on Eddies shoulder and push him violently to the floor. Eddie looks up in time while on the ground to see Steve’s decent. Fucking beautiful. Steve slowly slides into the splits over Eddies body. Coming to rest, lightly sitting mere inches above Eddie’s rapidly developing boner. The song continues, and Steve keeps singing, seemingly unaware of Eddies crisis. But then it gets worse. Steve leans down onto Eddie, pressing his whole upper body against eddies chest ,face coming closer and closer each lyric that is sung...
“ I fixed him his drink as usual”
Teeth graze the side of eddies neck as Steve bites into the red cloth that is tucked just under a strap near his throat. It is seductive, tantalising, alluring. Slow and sensual as every nerve in eddies being is set alight by the rough drag of the material being raked across his neck from Steve’s teeth.
“ You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic”
The energy changes, slow seduction has been halted. Now they must switch to the hot, animalistic, sexual nature of the tango. They grip each other tight. Eyes focused only on each other. Minds empty of anything but the raw passion they have for the other as they twist, turn, kick, and dip to the rapid tempo. Consumed with one another for the rest of the dance. Souls promising the other that more will happen as the final beats of the tango come into fruition. The music stops. They stop dancing. Panting. Breathless. Gasping for air. One of Eddies hand is clutching onto Steve’s thigh, pulling it up and close around his hips. The other gripping onto the small of Steve’s back, holding him up in their final position while Steve’s hands are desperately clinging to Eddie’s chest.
Steve catches his breath, and looks up towards Eddie. His eyes becoming sultry once more and a grin spreads across his face.
“ how about we do that again sweetheart?”
#steddie#steve harrington#steve harrington x eddie munson#eddie munson#chicago movie#stranger things#au#fanfic#fanfic idea#sorry if this is poorly written#this is my first time writing anything like a fanfic#dance#tango#theatre#kinda sexy#modern au#kinda nswf#au steve harrington#au edddie munson#cell block tango#chicago#they belong together#i love these dorks
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THE PLANNING
THE NANNY: ONE SHOT
THE PLANNING
Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)
Summary: The wedding is coming soon and Andy doesn’t seem very interested in the planning of the event.
Warnings: NONE. Some cursing words, that’s it.
A/N: none.
Word count: 2008
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“Now what was his excuse?” Sharon said as she walked into de restaurant of the Hotel were the wedding was going to take place.
“Ammm, he is just busy.”
“Right,” Sharon rolled her eyes, “Just because he is a lawyer doesn’t mean he shouldn’t be helping you with the wedding. He is getting married too!”
That was this morning and now Annie was sitting in the dining room after dinner surrounded by a bunch of magazines, folders, ring binders, pictures, color samples, while Andy was scrolling through his phone.
“So, I was thinking maybe everything inside should be silver with light blue or maybe lilac.”
“Sure, honey.”
“And for the center pieces maybe we could use peonies.”
“Yeah, those are good.”
Annie lifted her gaze to see Andy was not paying attention at all.
“And then we could hire a clown to marry us.”
“That sounds perfect.”
“Yeah?” Andy nodded, “and I would only wear a red thong and no bra for our wedding and we will have Chinese for the guest.”
“You always have the best ideas, honey!
“How about if I made Laurie my maid of honor?”
“It’s an excellent idea.”
Annie grabbed one of the many binders she had on the table and slammed it hard making Andy to jump, his phone falling from his grip.
“What’s wrong?!”
“You are not paying attention to me!”
“Yes, I am.”
“Really? Repeat something I said?”
“Ammm well, you said, you wanted to have a band for the wedding?”
“I wasn’t even talking about music!!!!!! Andy the wedding is coming, I’m so stressed out and you are not helping me!”
“Honey, it’s not a big deal.”
“Not a big…fine! We are not getting married.”
“What?!”
“We will cancel the whole thing!”
“Why?!”
“You just said it, it’s not a big deal, so there will be no wedding!”
“Honey, that’s not what I meant!”
“Then, what is it?!”
“Well, I’ve already got married once.”
“You don’t care.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You don’t need to say it! You are not paying attention to me. This is important to me. I want our wedding to be perfect, I am marrying the man of my fucking dreams and you don’t care!”
“Honey,” Andy walked towards her and she took a step back and crossed her arms.
“No, I don’t wanna see you or talk to you right now. Excuse me.”
Andy saw Annie go upstairs, and then turned to see everything that was on the table. He sat down and took one of the binders. There were many pictures and all of them had little notes with Annie’s handwriting. No lemon cake, Andy hates it. Blue is Andy’s favorite color. He saw a picture of some empty chairs with the pictures of love one who had passed away. Find a picture of Andy’s mom. Another one: Song for the first dance: ____________. The line was empty, she hasn’t really thought in a song for them to dance.
He then took a yellow post-it: Cake taste appointment: Friday, at noon.
Yes, he got married once, but since Laurie and he were just out of college and expecting they only went to the town hall and did it. No ceremony, no party, no nothing.
Andy walked up the stairs and to their room. Annie was watching T.V, she didn’t seem angry.
“Honey?” no answer, “May I come in?”
“It’s your room too.”
“I do care.”
“No, you don’t, it’s fine. Don’t worry. I’ll do it, you just need to show up. That’s it if you don’t forget it.”
“I don’t forget things.”
“We had an appointment today to see the menu and you didn’t show up.” Andy remained silent, he didn’t know they had that appointment. “The food was good. I chose beef. I was told by the catering people most people choose chicken, but I know you like beef better.”
“You never told me we had to see that.”
“Yes, I did. I told you 3 times.” Andy was confused as hell, he couldn’t remember her saying anything about that.
“I’m sorry, I forgot.” Annie nodded and turned her gaze to the T.V. “I’m sorry you had to go by yourself.”
“I wasn’t alone. Sharon went with me.”
“I’m sorry, I…”
“Look, I’m not interested in your apologies. Just let me know if you wanna continue with the wedding or not. We still have time to cancel. I’m going to shower.”
Andy was left alone in the dimmed room, Annie was disappointed and that hurt him more than when she was angry or sad.
Andy took his phone and texted Sharon.
A: “Hi, so I have a question, and be honest with me.”
S: “Sure! What’s up?”
A: “How many wedding appointments have I missed?”
S: “Oh my god! You can’t be serious!”
A: “I am! Answer the damn question!”
S: “5, the appointment to choose a wedding planner, by the way she doesn’t have one, she’s doing everything on her own. The appointment to choose the venue, the appointment for the flower arrangements, the appointment for the music and today was time to choose the menu.”
Andy look at the phone, he had fucked up big time.
S: “Oh! And she went to see some suits for Jake. No offense but Jake is your kid, even though she loves him as his own.”
A: “Thanks for the input.”
He looked at the bathroom closed door, the water was still running. He went back downstairs and sat where Annie was before. He took a deep breath and grabbed one of the magazines.
He went through a few pages of the magazine when he saw another post-it: Still no dress. Better hurry. And another one said: Still waiting for a spot with Melissa Benedict.
“Who is Melissa Benedict?!” Andy ran his hand through his face. “I better make coffee.”
------------------------------------------------------- ( ) ----------------------------------------------------------Annie was walking towards the bakery for the cake taste. Andy wasn’t home when she woke up, and hasn’t texted her or called her. The bakery was full with people, another appointment without Andy. She let out a sigh, holding back her tears and walked into the bakery.
“Miss Johnson!” The teenager behind the counter smiled at her, “We are ready with your samples. If you follow me, please. This way.”
Andy was running down the street, he couldn’t be late, he couldn’t not show up. He pushed the door open and everyone turned to see him.
“Good day, sir. May I help you?”
“Yes, I’m the groom.”
The girl laughed a bit, “I’m sorry, but whose groom?”
“Annie’s.”
“Oh! You’re looking for Miss Johnson! Right, this way.”
Andy went through the door and to the back of the bakery, Annie was standing next to a woman as they looked to some pictures.
“I’ll bring the samples. Have a sit.”
“Hi, honey.”
“Andy?” He was standing there, his cheeks were a bit flushed and his tie was misplaced.
“Am I late?”
Annie shook her head and they sat down waiting for the cake to arrive. The baker came back with a single sample of each cake.
“Oh! We have company, who is this?” Annie was about to answer but Andy was faster.
“I’m the groom!” Full smile on display.
“The groom! What a wonderful surprise. Your fiancé was telling me you were busy at court.”
“Yeah, I cancel everything so I could be here.” Andy took Annie’s hand and squeezed it.
“Then I should bring your sample too.”
“No, we could share. Right honey?”
“Right…”
“Very well, we choose our most popular flavors for wedding cakes. So we have chocolate, I know is not the common but it’s been popular lately.” She put the sample on the table, “We have red velvet.” Another small cake was placed in front of them, “Vanilla, a classic! We also have carrot cake and last but not least, lemon. I leave you two to it, I’ll be back in a moment. Enjoy!” All the small cakes were decorated the same, cover with white frosting and golden bits on the edges.
The baker left them alone. None of them said a word. Until Andy spoke.
“These shoes are not made for running.”
“You ran?”
“I didn’t want to be late.” Annie nodded, “I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“Missing all the other appointments. Not helping you with the planning.”
“It’s ok.”
“No, it’s not, honey.” He took a deep breath, “I care, I do. I want to marry you; and I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention to you.”
“I understand you’re busy.”
“But I wasn’t busy, I was being an ass! You don’t deserve that.” Annie smiled.
“You were an ass.”
“Yes, I was. By the way. I think peonies are perfect for the center pieces. We should go with silver and lilac. Also,” Andy opened his jacket and took out a picture. “I like this picture of my mom.”
Annie smiled, “You went through my binders.”
“I had to.” Andy leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, “I saw one of your notes, and you haven’t chosen a song for us to dance.” Annie shook her head, “Why not?”
“I just, none of the classic wedding songs seem to fit.”
“I have a song.”
“You do?”
“Yeap. Every time I listen to that song you just,” Andy made the sound of pop with his lips, “Right in my head, all smiley.”
“What song it is?”
“I want that to be a surprise.”
“You know I don’t like surprises, they…”
“Make you anxious, I know. Just trust me, ok? I promise I won’t forget about it and I know it’s the perfect song.”
“I trust you, Andy.” She gave him a peck on the lips.
“One more thing.”
“What?”
“I got you an appointment with Melissa Benedict for next week.”
“WHAT?! HOW?!!!!”
“I know some people, and when I finally could reach her, I told her I had fucked up and wanted to make it up to you, so she said yes.”
“Oh my god!” Annie hugged Andy tight, “Thank you!”
“Anything so my baby can have her dream wedding.”
“Our wedding.” Annie said smiling.
“Our dream wedding!” They kissed again, “Alright! Let’s tastes these cakes!” Andy reached for one, took a piece and shove it in his mouth.
“Andy, wait!”
Andy spit the cake in the napkin.
“Fucking lemon cake! Why is this even an option?!” Annie laughed, “Oh! You think this is funny?”
“Yes, maybe it was a bit of karma.”
“Fine, I deserve it.”
After tasting all of the samples the baker came back.
“So, which flavor do you want for your wedding?”
“Chocolate!” Andy said
“Vanilla” Annie said at the same time.
“Oh! Hehehe” the baker saw with amusement to each of the pair.
“Andy, we can’t have chocolate cake at our wedding.”
“Why not? It’s delicious!”
“Cuz it’s a wedding.”
“But, you love chocolate cake.”
“Well,” The baker said, “As I told you before it has been very popular these days, because people want something different for the event.”
“See, we should go with chocolate.”
“I think we should stick with vanilla.”
“I can make a cake with both flavors, half vanilla, half chocolate. You know a marble cake.” Andy and Annie looked at each other. “Be right back.”
The baker went to the front of the bakery and came back with a slice of cake, the bread was a mixture of chocolate and vanilla, with chocolate frosting and bronze sugar spheres on top of it.
“We can always change the decorations, ok? Just try it.”
They took their forks and cut a small piece of the slice and taste it.
“Oh my god,” Annie licked her lips, “this is it.”
“It’s perfect.” Andy said as he cut another piece of the cake.
“So, it’s settle. Marble cake for the Barbers.”
“The Barbers has a nice tune, don’t you think, honey?”
“It sounds good.”
“Yes, it does!” Andy leaned in and gave a small kiss.
“I love weddings!” The baker said and the couple laughed. “Sorry, I always get excited.”
#andy barber fanfic#andy barber#annie johnson#andy x annie#andy x reader#the nanny fic#andy barber fanfiction#jake barber#andy and annie#the nanny au
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Partytown by Glenn Frey
This is not about who you think it's about, I promise (but please tell me who you thought of before you went through the cut).
I got sick of my job, sick of my wife
Sick of my future and sick of my life
I packed up my car and I got some gas
And told everybody they could kiss my ass
I'm goin' to Partytown
Yeah so this one is about post-funeral Pirianus. After a few weeks of widowhood he decides to take a trip to the seaside, and then he just sort of vanishes. Thade eventually finds him on a different coast altogether kicking back and pretending that his life at the palace didn't exist. This goes about as well as you would expect, with such exchanges as
Thade: excuse me, what the fuck dude
Pirianus: I'm done with you people. I have wasted 40 years of my life in the palace, and I'm not going to waste any more of it. bye [closes door]
Thade: again, excuse me, what the fuck, you are still married to us people
Pirianus: just tell them I died at sea and go away
Thade: [banging on door] YOU TELL THEM
Breakfast At Tiffany's by Deep Blue Something
I see you - the only one who knew me
And now your eyes see through me
I guess I was wrong
So what now? It's plain to see we're over
And I hate when things are over
When so much is left undone
The way the plot of this song goes, it's unclear what actually happens. But it ends on this note of "well, maybe we can build back from the one thing we have in common" (which could also be "here's the one tiny comfort of breaking up with someone who seems completely different now" and they still break up). And I think that's really the story of Avis and Sorian. As far as Avis is concerned, Sorian is the only person who has ever really known her. But now everything is so different and she can't decide if she hates him or hates losing him more.
Feels Like Rain by Buddy Guy ft. Bonnie Raitt
The flow of this song is incredible. The transition into the chorus? Gets me every time.
Down here the river, meets the sea
And in the sticky heat, I feel you open up to me
Love comes out of nowhere, baby, just like a hurricane
And it feels like rain
And it feels like rain
This is an Anni and Zel song, both for all of the comparisons to and mentions of water (when are they not near water, first of all, and second of all, Zel's religion uses a lot of water imagery and her connection with that is important) AND the idea of the relief and refreshingness of finally opening up. Zel is keeping a lot of secrets and a lot of feelings that slowly trickle (pun somewhat intended) into Anni's knowledge over the course of TFA and its sequel.
Send a 🪄 get a song I am unnormal about
Soravis taglist: @vacantgodling @athenswrites @kk7-rbs
Music taglist: @outpost51 @kk7-rbs
#I gotta spend time on worldbuilding TFA religions but I have an okay grasp of Anni's and Zel's#the widow lives of Kiatcarmen's spouses are actually so funny to me. also because they're so used to each other now they can't be split up#not really. which is not something any of them expected#wip: aom#wip: cm#wip: iecunem#wip: tfa#music#magic wand ask game
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I finished reading "Lucas On The Line" and I really enjoyed it through and through.
There are only 3 things I disliked from the book (more like 2, the first one is a complaint more than anything else), and I'm gonna start by mentioning them before diving into what I liked the most:
I wish the damn book was longer. I would gladly pay to read Lucas' POV of everything that happened on season 4.
Lucas being at odds with Mike, Dustin, and Max around the time the Byers moved to California doesn't sit right with me. If he was barely on speaking terms with them, they can't expect me to believe he joined forces with Max to make fun of Dustin. No way in hell.
The book states the Championship Game was on April 4th, 1986, when it was actually held on March 21st. In fact, season 4 was already finished by April 4th. Perhaps the author had access to early scripts in which the season was set in the first week of April instead of the final week of March, but it still annoyed the fuck out of me.
Okay, so now onto my favorite parts:
Lucas being torn between his loyalty to his friends and wanting something different for himself than what he always had was an excellent storyline, as was his struggle to find his place and trying to understand where he came from and what he wanted out of life. Eventually, he realized what he truly desired was to be with his friends, to help them, and even protect them. It was ridiculously endearing and a reminder of why so many of us fell in love with him in the first place. Because Lucas is fiercely loyal, selfless, and protective, and will stop at nothing to help those he loves. Those are great qualities to have in a character and the book excelled at showing that.
All of the Lumax content was *chef's kiss*. Lucas' anguish at being unable to reach out to Max and his desperation as he feels her slip away was painful to read, but it also provided much-needed insight into how their relationship deteriorated between seasons 3 & 4.
Every Lumax scene from season 4 has a different meaning to me now. I love them even more.
Not Lucas saying he and Max are best friends first and that's why their relationship is so special 😭 THAT'S THE MAIN REASON WHY I LOVE THEM SO MUCH:
The absolute fear Lucas felt when he thought Max was going to die broke my heart because I imagine how he felt when she died for real, even if she was brought back to life shortly after.
Very random moment but there's a mention of Annie and Lucas imagining the Party singing "It's The Hard-Knock Life" and I laughed a lot because 1. Sadie Sink was Annie on Broadway and 2. The Party somehow did sing that song! It's one of the songs the cast sang when they were on Carpool Karaoke.
I love the book explained how Lucas knows "Running Up That Hill" is Max's favorite song, and the little moment they shared listening to it before breaking up. Also, Lucas concluding the song's lyrics match their current situation and seeing Max tear up made me tear up. "Running Up That Hill" is a Lumax anthem CONFIRMED:
There was a very sweet parallel between Max remembering the good times with her friends as she is fighting Vecna, and Lucas recalling how happy he was when he and Max were together:
Last but not least, I wonder if a few scenes were meant to foreshadow what happens to them at the end of the season. The first one was Lucas observing how much Max's eyes have changed, as if they have lost their brightness, an ironic thing to point out now that Max is (most probably) blind:
The second one was Lucas' determination to stand by Max's side until the very end which made me cry, given what happened to her (I never cry at anything but fucking Stranger Things, I swear...):
Anyways, I recommend you to read this book. It's a good companion to ST4 and sheds a different light on Lucas' state of mind during the first 4 episodes. It also provides a fascinating insight into his fears, desires, and wishes, as well as his ambitions.
#stranger things 4#lucas on the line#lucas sinclair#max mayfield#lumax#lumax deserves to be happy together#and lucas is my beloved son
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i feel like they would say i love you to each other quite fast after getting together in a cute casual domestic setting <3 <3 <3 like the one you described🥰
oooh interesting, see i couldn't decide whether it would be reasonably quick after they got together or a weirdly long time???
obviously, they're in love, but I'm not sure whether that means it's so important they need to say it NOW or whether it's just so obvious it remains unsaid. I am gonna discuss both scenarios so prepare for a ramble lol
okay lets say they say it fast; another cute domestic setting would be saying it after you look after Annie for the night. maybe he comes out to see his girls crashed on the sofa, one of those animated Barbie movies playing on the screen.
you wake up to matty stroking your head softly and just give him a sleepy grin. you strategically untangle from Annie and stand up to give him a hug.
"Hi baby," you mumble into his shoulder
"Hi sweetheart, how are my girls, hmm?" he says softly, hugging you and rubbing your back.
"Good. sleepy, obviously, but we enjoyed our little girl's night." You say, pulling back and wrapping your arms around mattys neck as his make their way to sit on your waist.
"Ah, did Annie do your nails like she wanted to?" matty asks, now fiddling with the hem of your shirt absentmindedly.
you bring one of your hands out from behind his head and flash your nails, "oh yes and I love them, very glittery" your hand goes back behind his neck but now sits at the base of his curls, gently scratching them in the way you know he loves.
matty throws his head back with a groan and shuts his eyes, "hmm well I love them. love you too." matty says, completely distracted by your warm hands massaging his scalp. you freeze briefly, but matty doesn't seem to notice what he's said, so you play along with a big grin in your face
"That's nice to hear baby. I love you too," you say confidently. You thought hearing it out loud would freak you out. especially considering you've only been together a few weeks, but this all felt so natural. and hearing matty say that just felt right.
he gets a dopey smile on his face, clearly not quite back in the world yet, and pulls you in for another hug. this time squeezing you and holding you especially close.
3 seconds into the hug, you feel him jolt, pull back and look at you with wide eyes.
"WAIT WHAT"
now, if it was a weirdly long time, I could see it happening at the studio.
its pretty fucking late and you've been there for a few hours hanging out with the boys but you can see matty and George getting frustrated by this song so you decide to give them some space.
you walk over and drop a kiss into mattys curls, and you feel his hand slip from his arm rest to your thigh, but his eyes stay laser focused on the computer screen.
"You going somewhere, baby?" he asks, still completely lost in the world of producing.
"Yeah, I'm going to leave you boys to it and go get some rest," you say, fiddling with some of Matty's curls, twiddling them around your finger.
"Okay, see you at home sweetheart," matty says, giving your thigh a squeeze before removing his hand and pressing seemingly random buttons on the keyboard.
"Bye, I love you," you say with a yawn, already walking away.
"Love you too!" matty shouts after you slightly turning his head, but his eyes stay fixed on his screen.
as the door clicks, matty nonchalantly goes back to working but sees George freeze out of the corner of his eye.
"Dude, just because y/n got to leave doesn't mean you do, get back to it," matty says, sighing and rubbing his eyes with his closed fists.
"When did that develop then, huh?" George asks, smirking and leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
matty paused and span to look at George with a confused face, "do you mean y/n? because if you do, im very confused about why you think she's been hanging around us for so long." he jokes.
"No, no. not y/n. the whole 'I love you' thing. First time I've heard you guys say it." George says, shrugging his shoulders and spinning back to the computer.
"Huh? we haven't said that yet. What do you mean?" matty says, yawning and stretching as best he can in his cramped chair.
george stops and turns to matty with a confused look on his face. "matty. she literally just left and said, 'i love you', and you said 'love you too'... don't tell me that was the first time you said it??" George is laughing at the absurdity of that idea, expecting matty to join in. but still, after a few seconds, matty stays silent.
george opens his eyes and sees matty blinking rapidly with his mouth open, "oh fuck." he says.
another beat passes before both men burst out laughing. A combination of the absurd situation, how long they've been awake, and the zoot they smoked earlier.
later matty comes home and immediately crawls into bed with you, you wake up and flip over cuddling into his chest and humming happily.
"hey babe, are you awake?" matty whispers, the slight anxiety in his voice woke you right up.
"yeah, is everything okay?" you say your voice heavy with sleep, you rest your chin on mattys chest and look up at him.
"You know earlier when you left?" matty pauses until you nod, indicating for him to continue, "well turns out we both said,'I love you' for the first time... and didn't notice. George pointed it out, " he said sheepishly, he raises his arm and placed his hand under his head whilst his other hand traced your bicep.
you blink hard a few times before simply going, "Oh," both you and matty look at each other before gently smiling.
you turn your head and settle back into his chest, "Well, I do love you, so that's good." You say stifling a yawn. matty feels you drifting off, your breathing evening out, and your eyelids fluttering.
"I love you too, now go to sleep darling," he says softly, feeling himself drift off as well. you nod as best you can into his chest before both of you fall asleep, a tangled mess of limbs under the duvet.
blurb masterlist for this au here :)
#feeling emo today i love these two#i literally write it myself im like “oh im rooting for them” like babe... you decide their fate what are you talking about???#anyway sorry for hijacking your ask to ramble anon#hope thats okay lol#anon!#teacher au!#matty healy fanfic
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Midwinter Snapshots
Little holiday-themed snapshots of Agi and Gale; Annie and Halsin; Octavia, Halsin, and Astarion; and Freya and Astarion. Mostly SFW except in a few spots.
Gale Dekarios, Professor of Illusionary Magic at Blackstaff Academy, felt like he was having a heart attack.
Again.
She asked that I grade term papers in the kitchen while she bakes all sorts of delights for the upcoming holidays. Of course, when I’m finished with these…papers…I’ll be making some Dekarios family treats. Our first Midwinter together, and by next Midwinter we’ll have our little one with us…
“My darling wife,” he pleaded, running a hand through his graying beard. “Please, if you need something off a higher shelf, then ask. Or better yet, use magic! I get so nervous when you use your stepstool.”
His wife giggled and continued to the highest step. “Love, I’m not about to bother you when you’re grading papers. Besides, these Midwinter cookies aren’t going to bake themselves!” She reached for more cinnamon and climbed down without incident. Though there could’ve easily been an incident!!!! “Honestly, the way you’re acting, you’d think I’m dying and not pregnant.”
Just three more papers. Three more. Then I can get all the things she needs and make her sit down for a while! Gale shook his head, chuckling. “Dearest, I’m aware you’re not ill. I simply worry about you and the baby. While half dwarves aren’t too rare, I’ve read a lot about potential complications—”
As she sprinkled cinnamon in the batter, she rolled her eyes. “And what did Halsin say the last time I saw him? ‘All is well with both of you.’ The midwife here said the same thing.” She scooped the batter into balls and placed them on the baking tray before putting them in the oven. “Everything is okay.” Agnes went to sit next to him and placed a hand on his thigh. “We’re fine. Ooh!” Her eyes widened.
Oh no. Oh fuck. Gale’s heart began to race. “What is it? Is something wrong?” Please, not her or the baby. Please. He searched her face for any sign of discomfort but only saw a quickly growing smile.
“Here!” She grabbed his hand and placed it on her belly. “Do you feel it?”
“Feel wha…OH!”
Is that…
Is that our baby?
Did our baby just kick my hand?
I think it did!!!!
“By the gods, that’s our little one!” he exclaimed, brown eyes twinkling. “Hello, Baby Dekarios!” Another kick!!!!! “What a glorious Midwinter gift, my little love!” More kicks!!! Our baby is certainly very active, which is a sign that he or she is healthy and hopefully happy. Glancing at his wife’s face, he was met with such radiance, such joy…my wife. My love. My everything. “I love you, Mrs. Dekarios. You’re giving us the most beautiful gift anyone could give.”
She shook her head, her hand now resting on top of his. “No, the best gift I’ve ever received was you, Gale love.”
He ended up finishing his grading after he wept for several minutes.
***
“It’s beginning to look a lot like Midwinter, everywhere you gooooooo,” Anais sang softly as she pulled cheddar biscuits from the oven. Biscuits are looking amazing. Halsin requested some after I made them for our not-so-little Harvest Festival a few months ago. This is our first Midwinter together, and I want it to be perfect. She hummed the rest of the song, letting the biscuits cool. “Biscuits done. Cookies and honey cakes are done.” She checked off other items that she either did not get to or thought it would be too much for him. “Just need a few more potatoes and then—”
“And then we eat, praise Silvanus!” Halsin boomed, opening the door to their cottage with a basket full of potatoes. “Is this enough, my heart?” He placed the basket on the table, reached her in two strides, and kissed her passionately.
The potatoes or…? Moaning into his mouth, her free hand caressed his cheek. “More than. You hungry, love?”
“Always.” His smile was very nearly a smirk. The biscuits then caught his attention. “My love, they smell divine.” He grabbed her ample behind and gave it a squeeze. THAT WINK?!?!! How dare he wink in such a sexy way at me!
Anais wrinkled her nose and giggled, swatting his hand playfully. “Naughty man! Dinner first, then dessert. Wait, more like dinner first, then I’m playing some Midwinter carols on the piano for us while you whittle, and then dessert.”
With one more squeeze, Halsin kissed her cheek. “As you wish, my heart.” He sat at the table and poured himself some wine. “I’m glad my hibernation was not so long that I missed Midwinter with you, though I had no idea just how much you enjoy it. It’s a delight to see.”
Oh good, I’m glad he doesn’t think I’m bloody nuts. I just really love Midwinter! And decorating for Midwinter. And cooking all the Midwinter foods. Baking all the Midwinter treats. Going to all the Midwinter festivals. “And it’s a delight that you’re putting up with my Midwinter madness, love.” She laughed as she fetched the marinated pork from the icebox. Halsin didn’t want one, but it’s my kitchen, which he said I could make however I wanted. “I have a pot of boiling water on the stovetop if you could cut and boil the potatoes?”
“Of course, just as soon as I get a preview of our feast.” He rose with a growl, stood behind her, and wrapped an arm around soft belly. His hand traveled beneath her dress, his fingers dancing on her underwear. “You smell so good, my heart. More alluring than usual…”
Fuck it, might as well tell him. I had planned something for later, but alas, I think he already knows. The nose knows! Oh gods, I sound like Da. Giggling, she leaned her head against his. “My beautiful bear, we’re having a cub. Morelle told me this morning while you were out with the children.”
For as long as she lived, Anais Wildheart never forgot the look on her lover’s face when she told him that his Midwinter gift would arrive in spring.
***
“Aw, look! Everyone’s done such a fantastic job with the festival.” Octavia exclaimed as she, Halsin, and Astarion took in Moonrise’s first ever Midwinter Festival. The first of many, we all hope. Even Astarion. Mostly.
“Yes, yes. Children are happy, it’s cold as fuck, and I want some hot spiced wine.” Astarion said with an eyeroll, though she knew he was pleased to be out with her and Halsin. They insisted on having the festival open every night until midnight just for us.
Halsin laughed heartily. “I wouldn’t mind some myself, lover. My heart, would you like some as well?”
She shook her head. “Hot chocolate for me, thanks love.” As Halsin went to the refreshment tent, she found herself admiring the vampire. It’s not sunlight, but at least he’s out in the moonlight and lanterns of the festival. And gods, does he look handsome.
“You’re staring, Octavia darling.” Shit. “Like what you see?” He asked with a smirk, his fangs peeking through. “Because I certainly can’t blame you!”
“Oh good gods,” she coughed a laugh, rolling her bright blue eyes. “Yes, I was, if you must know, because you’re very handsome and I love you.” Bending down slightly, she pressed a kiss to his lips. So. Cold. But. Worth. It.
A high-pitched giggle escaped him. “Aren’t you the sweetest treat! I love you too. Always, dearest. You and our beloved Halsin.” That they also found love in each other, in addition to what they both feel for me, makes me happier than I could ever express. “Speaking of…WHERE’S MY BLOODY SPICED WINE?”
Octavia laughed and hugged him. “Astarion! You are too much! He’ll be back shortly.”
“Dear heart, patience!” Halsin laughed, returning with their drinks. I spy with my little eye some peppermint bark too. “Two mugs of hot spiced wine, and hot chocolate for our lady. I also bought some peppermint bark to share.” The three walked to a bench and sat down, enjoying their drinks. They chatted for a while, but at some point, Octavia was caught in the past. Me and Mum walking through the city. Light snow falling. Hot chocolate. Smells of cinnamon and spice. People watching and shopping. Skating. All the lights.
“Octavia?” Astarion whispered. “Are you alright, darling?”
She blinked and glanced between Astarion and Halsin, both of whom appeared worried. “Oh sorry, was miles away.” She patted Astarion’s thigh. “I’m okay. I was just thinking about when Mum and I would go to the Midwinter Festival in Baldur’s Gate, sipping hot chocolate…it was lovely.” Smiling, she gently kissed her lovers’ cheeks. “And this is lovely.”
The three sat in a pleasurable silence for a few moments until Halsin spoke. “It is lovely, my heart.” He pressed a kiss to her hair. Which Astarion still insists on styling and braiding every morning for me. “Happy Midwinter, my loves.”
Astarion nodded, raising his mug. “Happy Midwinter, darlings. I love you more than you’ll ever know.”
Her tail swished as she blinked back tears. “I love you too. Both of you. Happy Midwinter! Now,” Octavia took a piece of peppermint bark. “Time for more chocolate!” YUM. YUM. YUM.
***
Lady Freya Wildheart glanced down from the balcony to revelers dancing below. Mum got a great turnout for the Midwinter Ball with lots of money being raised for rebuilding Baldur’s Gate. Not only Wildhearts from all over the realm but also guests from Waterdeep (Hi Gale), patriars, and other dignitaries. She hummed along to the waltz when she felt an arm snake around her waist. She wrinkled her nose and smirked. “That was an awfully short trip to the bar, love.”
Astarion sniggered. “While your mother has excellent taste in alcohol, the line was simply too long! Besides,” his features softened. “I missed you.”
They shared a brief kiss, and then she giggled. “You know, I could just take you to the wine cellar…”
“Is that so, darling? Well, I wouldn’t be opposed to that. For now though,” he eyed her playfully. “I must drink you and your gorgeous dress in.” Both hands presently rested on her wide, soft hips.
She giggled more. “Sir, you’re the one who made this dress. You’ve seen me in it many times already.” I can tease too! I totally can!
“Madam, I wish to see you in it many, many more times after this delightful ball. Gods, I’m good!” He laughed, giving her a quick peck. “It fits you perfectly. You look divine, dear.” As her cheeks burned, he smirked. “Just the reaction I positively adore. I take it you like your dress then?” There was a hint of self-doubt in his ruby eyes. With every garment he made for her, he was always slightly nervous. He wants to please me, and frankly, he should know by now I am very easy to please!
Cupping his face in her hands, she smiled warmly. “Of course, I do. It’s by the far the loveliest dress I’ve ever worn…because you made it. Do you know what I love most about it?”
Astarion raised an eyebrow. “Do tell, sweetness.”
He won’t expect this. Grinning, her hands moved from his face to her sides. “Pockets! Pockets for snacks!”
Stepping back, he sighed dramatically. “Not the embroidery that took me days! Not that I made your already magnificent bosom look even more magnificent! Not even the draping of the dress that flatters your voluptuous curves! No, it’s the fucking pockets.” He sounds angry, but he’s not. He finds this all very funny. I hope. He shook his head, his eyes twinkling. “Don’t worry, my sweet. I’ll put in pockets when I make your wedding dress.” YES!!!!! He reached for her left hand and rubbed his thumb over the engagement ring, a small smile tugging on his lips. “I was thinking the same silhouette with lace sleeves. You can’t possibly have a wedding dress without lace. What do you think?”
“I think it sounds amazing already, Star.” I love you. I love you. I love you. A new song began to play---one of her Midwinter favorites. “Dance with me?”
With his most charming grin, he bowed to her. “Lady Freya, it would my honor.” He then offered his arm to her. As they descended the grand staircase, he whispered, “I’ll always dance with you, my love. Always.”
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