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tomriddles-wh0re · 10 months

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‘The Weeknd’ // E.Y

Pairing : female!reader x Eren Yeager, background angst jean kirstein x reader(bashing for the sake of the plot, obv fiction bc i love that man)

w.c: 4 k

Summary : Caught up in a world of money, fame, girls, and lies as the man of your dreams is ripped away from you in an unexpected cheating scandal. In response, you make a move with another high profile artist but unexpectedly it becomes a bit more than you bargained for when feelings for the brunette become unearthed. Modern fame AU/Fake dating AU

Trigger warnings: mention of alcohol, of age drinking, brief mention of weed

If you were being honest, you shouldn’t be here. Spending a random Friday night at a mutual friend's house in the hills, just to escape the last two months. In the living room of another large house, with closed doors, tables of booze, loud music vibrating off the walls, bodies and bodies of people who you vaguely knew. Pushing each other through the darkness, dim red lights showing the silhouettes of the people moving to the music, lost in the adrenaline of the night. Lost in a lie, an appearance of ecstasy that differed heavily from the reality each person was facing. In the morning all of it would come back, however in the night they get lost in the ambience of it all.

The reason why you were here was simple, it was all some risky move to rebrand and get back at what happened. And now, you stood in the corner of a kinda sorta stranger’s house with a cup of whatever was in the bottle you poured, stuck waiting until he would show up. Not him, you had given up the moment he was pictured in bed with another girl that you met at one of his shows, the one who was just his new PR marketing coordinator.

Despite how much time had passed and how much reflection you did to move on, to you it was the most humiliating experience of your life to have your -now ex-boyfriend of five years cheat on you and to find out by waking up one morning to 23 missed calls and an explore page full of the photos. Someone, a close friend you most definitely knew, had decided not to tell you and leak the pictures to the press one morning. The news made it to all the gossip pages, reposted by everyone's sisters, and all over the tabloids.

And what makes it worse is not the fact this person didn’t think to tell you first, but the fact that you had been so so public with the man and now you had no privacy to cope with what happened. The break up was put in the public light for everyone to see and judge. The calls never seemed to stop from “concerned friends” to blogs who somehow got your number and wished for any sort of comment from you.

If anything happened, this was expected to be the response since both of you had made it known the lengths you would go for each other. In whatever endeavors we supported each other no matter what, we were only here because of each other's support. You and him were known for the dedication and love for one another, you non stop supported his music for two years before he was even signed. Showing up in the pouring rain when he booked an opening act for a local artist’s concert, and he supported your education by showing up to your lectures to take notes when you were sick, cooking for you when you were home late for your internship, and surprising you for holidays when he was suppose to be out of town as an opening act for a tour. The next years would be blissful as your ex rose to fame, the money and paper seemed to be a prize for the hours spent as the popularity grew.

Overnight his music would begin to top the chart, slowly the work he put in would quickly grow the second an old song began to be played more, his managers would invest heavily in promotion and after a few weeks in the spotlight were able to get a co-sign from a much larger and much more established artists. Finally, Jean was a name heard in the industry and then his label would drop a song that was designed to hit mainstream success. And it did, he was now a mainstream artist as the money and streams increased.

In the past, he interviewed for a small out of the garage podcast that was local, but now he was invited for his first mainstream radio show interview a few months ago before everything happened. Everything had seemed to be going great. Even to you, he was just as devoted in and out of the studio as he was before the fame. His hands wrapped around your waist, finding no bounds to the physical and emotional level. His dedication was shown in the song lyrics professing an emotional vulnerability for your love, in the gifts, cuddles, the lengthy instagram posts he would make, and the actions as he called you up on stage to serenade you each show.

But like all good things, it had to end when you woke up to your phone being blown up with the pictures of him cuddled up half naked with another girl in your bed. In your home, the one you bought together half a year ago when the money started to come in consistently. In the very bed where both of you lay entangled, lazily talking about future plans in the early hours.

“you here?” a text illuminated the screen in your hands, snapping away from the memories. Quickly replying back, “yup, back next to the glass door in the living room.”

A few minutes passed as the crowded room around you shifted to whatever song was playing in the background, it was something you could have named the singer if you weren’t so out of it. More hot bodies crowded around each other, arms flailing as people grinding up on one another in the night. The dim background lights lit up the shifting faces in the large room as loud music played from the speakers, flashes from phones lit up parts of the dark room. And yet you still hadn’t seen him until his hand slowly nudged your elbow.

“y/n?” he tried to talk over the loud music, “wanna-” a nearby yell cut him off. Some drunk guy was screaming the chorus as he paused, leaning over to speak closer to your ear in an attempt to make sure you would hear his next words.

“Wanna head outside so we can talk?” his voice idly spoke just barely over the music, his breath tickled your ear. He was so close, a mist of cologne hit your senses. It wasn’t anything like the one Jean wore, it smelled entirely different but still emanating a sophisticated subtle scent.

The brunette stood above you, looking over as the gravity was just beginning to hit you and yet you still nodded. Sliding off the wall, you turned to your left and slid the glass door open before peeking at the man behind you as you exited the hot room into the cold night air. Yeager stood inches above you in an oversized black crewneck with tank top straps peeking out of the neckline and a pair of loose jeans. Moving out to the yard, away from peering eyes of the party you settle on the patio steps that were hidden in the dark. It was silent for a couple seconds, neither of you really knowing where to start.

“hey-” you both spoke nervously at the same time. It shouldn’t be this hard to speak to him but it felt like a loud blaring alarm was warning you to shut up and run away. Any courage you had texting him earlier was gone, you turned to set the cup down off the top of the staircase steps. “I haven’t seen you in forever, how have you been Eren?” you said hoping it was the right thing to say.

Brown eyes looked over you, taking you in for the first time in months as you did the same. He moved his arm, racking his fingers through his loose hair,“‘m good, it’s all been pretty stable since I signed” he said with a sweet smile he seemed reserved for you.

It wasn’t anything like the photos you had seen of weeks ago, the Eren that was trending all over the timeline for a video of him cussing out paparazzi and a group of fans that showed up uninvited outside of his house. It was a thirty second video of him half asleep, only in a pair of loose shorts screaming out of his door and threatening to go outside and put his hands on them. It was way out of line, but they had violated his privacy and somehow got into his gated community to peek through his curtains and egg him on about his scandals at 7 am. Jean had sent you the video from some twitter thread, laughing about the whole situation but that was mainly because of how their rough relationship had been.

You could bet good money that his PR team had gotten their annual bonuses if not more after the overtime they put in to help try to mediate and get the video deleted. They couldn’t control how fast it spread, but they swiftly issued a statement and Eren posted a story on the situation, after most of the media had died down naturally following the next biggest story. But still Eren’s reputation had not been entirely saved but it never was the best.

“How’s Carla?” you said, “and is Armin still in med school? I haven't seen him since the big move”.

His phone lit up briefly but he picked it up and slid it into his back pocket, “Mom’s been better, the bakery has been busy with the holiday rush. S’pose she might finally settle down and hire a few more workers. And Armin graduated med school right after you moved, he started a residency in the Marian Regional Center”.

“He’s really all grown up now? I swear he was just entering college and your mom, that's so good for her she deserves a break. I know anytime I’m back in town I try to stop by but it's been a while”

“She’s been asking about you too, I think half the time she calls me just to talk about you” he laughed.

“Well you know, we’re all we got in this city. I think she misses back then when we were young”

“And now we’re here, I thought we promised to see each other more” he chided, glancing up at the few stars in the sky. “I know, I know I've just been-”

“busy?” we said at the same time, again just like we used to.

“we’re here now, and we are going to have to see each other more now,” Eren said, “so do you really want to do this?”

I guess one could only run for so long, we had to speak about why we were even here, “I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t mean this.”

He just sat turning to glance at you, even as he moved his face was hardly seen in the dark, “But you know the implications, you don’t have to.” As if giving me another way out, but I had decided this and I wanted to go through with it.

Pausing to gather the words, “It’s only a few outings and rumors, I just want to make people know that I’m moving on. I won’t let him continue to make a fool of me, and continue to bring the break up to light again. He’s already tried to get me back, have you seen what he posted?” you said. Yeager simply nodded, everyone had seen the posts and had continued to blow up your dms asking if you were back with him. “Ren, I’m just done crying and I’m done with him. This will help me and this helps you, did your manager ever get back to you?”

He shook his head back, the hair framing his face fell back to reveal his eyes, “Zeke says it’s a good move, knowing mine and Jean’s history…” he trailed off. Everyone had known when the relationship between the two began to fail, and when Jean tried to say some sneaky shit targeting Eren on some interview, the two stopped talking entirely. “..this would be a good promotion for my tour that’s coming up. I’m just worried-” he said. “Why?”

“Aren’t you worried at all? Do you really want to be in the spotlight again, can you even? You know they will do what they do, they will make up rumors and I know they aren’t going to be nice to you”

Leaning back on your palms, you took a minute to take in the stars as you felt the burn of his eyes in your skin. “I’m sure ‘ren. I know you mean the best but I want this, I don’t think anything will ever be as bad as it was when it all first happened.”

He signed, “okay,” he trailed off remembering something more “you know at first I never believed Kirstein ever managed to get you to date him” he laughed. “I always assumed he made you wear a blindfold when you first met up, and had to overcompensate with his personality”

You snorted, hitting his arm out of reflex, “hey! shut up”. He held his hands up in innocence, he said, “it’s funny, you can laugh”. But you shoved him, glancing at how your hand was placed on his forearm.

“I missed you Eren, you know that?” removing your hand to place them both in your lap, “It's not fun when your friend hates your boyfriend”

“Well I was right wasn’t I?”He snarkily said, priding himself in being right about how much of a dick Jean was. “Fine, you were right this time” you said, just feeling better to finally have your friend back, “it’s just really good that you're here.”

“same y/n I missed your dumbass,” he said leaning over, only to pause as his phone began to vibrate, interrupting the moment. Pulling out the iphone from his pocket, the screen lit up with the name ‘Zeke’ and once again he sighed but refused to answer. “He no doubt wants some update on the whole media plan, I’ve already sent your manager's contact to him but he always needs more specifics. When did you plan on starting the rumors?”

“Uh maybe now since we agreed on it, I mean like tonight. Does that work?” you spoke, “I’ve already taken photos of my outfit to post and I’ve been on a few peoples stories tonight. I’m sure if you wanted, we could take a few pictures and then our team could leak them before tomorrow when they connect the dots.”

I waited for some reaction, maybe a last minute refusal but he simply just smiled, “we’re really doing this?” He laughed, “It seems like we are, but who will take them?”

“I can text Sasha right now, she is inside with Niccolo,” I said, still waiting for him to change his mind. But he didn’t, “sounds good.”

Before reality could hit, the text was sent and Sasha met the two of you outside. She smiled at him, not really knowing him as much as you did but she knew him vaguely from Connie and that was enough for her to be fine with him. As if she was a pro photographer, she led the two of you back into the hot house and to a corner off to the side near the rest of the people but away enough to convey some sense of privacy.

“y/n stand right there” she pointed to the right, backing you near the wall in the living room and shooing how you stood until she was satisfied with it. Moving to grab your arms and working to turn your upper body a bit to face Eren more. Only when it was perfect did she move to him, grasping his shoulders and turning them to angle his body over you. Yeager stood above you, glancing down as he smiled waiting for the photos to be taken. Sasha, who was joined by Niccollo, looked around moving pieces of your hair away from your face and hummed when she was satisfied. She pulled her phone out of her purse, stepping a good distance away in the crowd to attempt to make it look more realistic. The darkness was filled with the hazy air of bodies moving and loud bass, flashed of the lights and phones.

You hoped you could sell it, but you felt so stiff as he stood in front of you looking at you in a way that felt far too real. His brown eyes stared, not in some voyeuristic way but it felt like years ago when the two of you would be left after your friends all went home, hanging out until the stars came out. It’s all just fake you wanted to say, but he interrupted the moment by drawing his hands up to move a strand that fell away from your face.

“sorry, that was in the way” he cheekily spoke but before you could respond Sasha came back. Loudly speaking barely above the music she said, “I think these are coming out pretty well, but there’s another one I want to try”.

“Yeager can you stand a little more angled out, and press your back a little closer against the wall” he moved automatically as if it was some sort of a photoshoot, “and y/n I want you right in front of him, like almost pressed up and looking back at him. I’ll just get this one quick and we should be good.”

I think Sasha meant well, but as you stepped back you felt Eren’s thighs hit against your back and you knew you were screwed. You hadn’t been this close to another man since Jean, and it felt wrong in a sense that you never would have been in this position. “Is this okay?” he asked behind you, only met with a small nod. You tried to take your mind off of it, you were a single grown woman not some teenage girl getting close to a boy for the first time.

Posing, you moved your legs out leaning back to turn to look up at him but not graze your hips onto him. Trying to get lost in the conversations around you, you looked up freezing at how close he was to you. He stood simply looking at you, posing until someone near you ran into you and you started and nearly fell forward in the darkness. In front of you, you stumbled closing your eyes until two hands were onto your hips gripping lightly and pulling you back to help you but falling a bit back into him as his face appeared on your shoulder. Whispering into your ear, “are you okay?”

“Mmhm” you spoke, not interested in the heat that hit your face or the way his breath tickled your neck. Once more, Niccollo and Sasha returned smirking at you before she sent them over to you, Eren, and both of your PR Teams in a group chat. The two of you returned outside as your agents were on call discussing the fine details, by 11:30 pm the media rollout was getting planned out and you were off the call in the passenger seat of Eren’s car picking out the pictures you would be posting to instagram.

Deciding that the first photo would be one of you feeling good, with your hands running down the front of your mini dress hugging on to the curves of your hips. The second was another full body picture but looking to the side and the last was a cute group photo with Sasha, Annie, and Historia all smiling and laughing in the shot. Topped off with the caption “me, myself and i”.

To anyone scrolling would see it as a cute going out post but to fans and those who would see the gossip posts it would be proof of your outfit and being at the party that night.

Besides you, Yeager had turned the radio on low as he decided to light up a blunt and smoked as the song “Poison” by Brent Faiyaz played. The second the song began, you quickly turned the station to another station, not wanting to have another reminder as you busied yourself by texting back your PR agents.

“Ren” you called, “hmm” he hummed back. “They are already reaching out to a big twitter account, they won’t know it’s you yet because of the lighting in the first photo but it will make it look more natural” you said, “I think after they will drop some of the rest of the pictures”. He turned over to you, his hazy gaze looked over at you. Briefly it looked like he was glancing at your lips before he turned to take another look at your form, “sounds good f’me y/n” he finally said.

Looking between the blunt and your face in the darkened car, the small question hung in the air over the two. Something between the both of you had changed as the other hand moved to cover your hand that rested on your thigh. It felt for once you didn’t know where you stood with him, it all felt too intimate.

His eyebrow arched, you nodded softly in an almost sleepy state. Yeager leaned over the center console to place his right arm against your seat's headrest, barely bumping his chest against your shoulder. Passing between his fingertips, the blunt slowly raised to your waiting lips. Inhaling a bit as brown eyes met yours, waiting for a few seconds to survey your face as if in hopes of figuring something out. He patiently sat drinking up every inch of your face in the soft light from the radio and the speedometer glowed in red. Moving to take the blunt, you blew out the smoke out of your mouth and into Eren’s awaiting face. ‘Holy fuck,” he though.

Both sat staring, as if the years of yearning hadn’t amounted to this very moment. How many nights had he been kept up staring down at the instagram pictures you posted with your ex? A younger him used to say that it should’ve been him. You were one of the first real friends Eren met before we got into the industry, way before either of the guys were signed. Yet you had always been devoted to your relationship with Jean and his feelings weren’t going to come out in some jumbled confession when you were so happy. If only he had met you sooner, maybe he could have had a chance. And now he finally might have it, if only it were all real.

You looked up, smoke slowly licking at the sides of his face. Eren seemed to be contemplating something as he looked lost for a second, all before spitting out the words that would change everything. “can I?” he said, dumbly you replied, “can you what?”

But he didn’t hesitate to ask, “can I kiss you y/n?”

The words were stolen from your mouth, this was ‘Ren. The boy you grew to know, not someone you went out with and dated despite what Carla had implied about you too years ago. He was someone you could get his support from no matter when despite how strained your relationship became. Something was beginning to stir within you, being single now taught you a bit about independence and self dependency but deep down you knew doing this, that it wasn’t motivated but the need to “cheat” back. Instead, you wanted to explore this connection with Eren, this spark wasn’t supposed to happen but it had begun. Now in the closeness of the car, you looked up and decided you wanted to explore this giddy feeling. This feeling that told you to kiss him, and so you did despite what tomorrow morning would bring.

A/N: can you tell from how bad my party scene is that i go to a very small college with zero party scene? like how do you write a party scene…genuinely all i have is “loud music, hot bodies”. but anways here’s this, another thing that’s been in the drafts for YEARS. idk if this will be continued at all, so no promises I’m just taking advantage of my mini motivation to write. is it yeager? jeager?

#eren jeager x y/n #eren x you #jean kirsten x reader #jean kirstein #aot fluff #eren jeager #modern au #fame au #fake dating #ray writes #jean x reader #eren x oc #eren x y/n #eren yeager fluff #eren jeager fluff

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swag696942069 · 1 year

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Had an idea for a fame/modern Marauders au

Sirius Black is an artist, like he paints, and sculpts, he also models sometimes. James Potter is a professional football player. Peter Pettigrew is a screen writer. Remus Lupin is a trophy husband/comedian. Mary Macdonalds is a fashion designer. Dorcas Meadows is a runway model. Marlene McKinnon is a bassist and tattoo artist. Lily Evans is an theater actress, like Broadway acting. Evan Rosier is just a nepo baby. So is Pandora Rosier if I'm being honest but she models sometimes. Barty Crouch Jr is a singer. Regulus Black is a model/works for his parents although hes trying to get away from them. Amelia Bones is a fashion designer for movies. Emmeline Vance is a model.

And I want Sybill Trelawney to be in it too but I don't know what to make her job.

I kinda wanna make her be a psychic, like one in Vegas but idk 😭😭

There'll obviously be Wolfstar and Jegulus, and past Jily bc baby Harry, and marylily or maybe marylilydora (don't know if that's their ship name 😭😭 I forget), and possibly past Bartylus, and Rosekiller, and Peter x Sybill (still don't know their ship name 😭😭), and Amelia x Emmeline (don't know their ship name either 😭)

I wanna write this but idk if I will 😭 I'll probably do what I always do and write like one chapter and then not know where to go with it and it'll stay a wip

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braemjeorn · 8 months

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despa x oc thoughts because i feel like it and i need other notifs than pronbots following me

[has very slight connection to my fic sky caverns but underline the slight]

i feel like if despa was going to get entangled in a romance its going to be pygmalion/my fair lady style.

teru who was well travelled, yet hadn't visited meifu

knocked on despa's and basically went for my friends sake, since im going to be her sort of lady-in-waiting i need a crash course in meifu culture, history and language.

heaven forbid i am ignorant of those with my friend's new station as queen

he held out his open palm

she handed him an agreement scroll of her proposed time and day, also the payment offer

its like a revenge of the first time they met and he stares at her and her open palm

"have you been away too long from courtly setting, prince despa? a lady does not handle money directly. especially a princess."

(teru primly said, as she visited a man's house with no chaperone but a horse)

"i respect your intelligence, and i'm willing to pay for your trouble to adjust it to my time."

the most begrudging acceptance of training despa ever gave

it should have been on his terms than hers

internally, he'd like to strangle her in impatience whenever they argue but the amount of sun-gems and freshwater pearls she listed as payment does tankerings to his brain and pockets

she thought him silly and wasted too many breaths on exasperated sighs while he lectured

he tried to call in sick one time - his wrinkles appeared

she treathened to reduce the payment (less amount of pearls would be more tolerable but diamonds!? really now!?)

or play jumpropes with his pearls

"oh fine! you blasted woman!"

"there's my handsome teacher!"

"handso—?"

"can we learn about the sewers today?"

"...what is it about you women and sewers!?"

teru drags him outside and everywhere for practical education

despa grumbles through their entire walk

and yet...

[he let her play with the feathers of his sun hat and be distracted with the gleaming, ruby red of her hair under sunlight as they walked through the field

hardly aware how she admired (and approve of) his side profile and brows while he was deep in book browsing]

but of course they'd fight over tea again later that day

because teru abhores whipped cream and despa could not stand foul words against his shortcake

"says the person who drowns their muffins in jams!"

"at least jam made up its mind in solidity!"

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apus-neverstoplooking · 10 months

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Regulus scans the crowd as Pandora hit the last note of the pre-chorus. His black lined eyes lock with someone he hadn’t seen in 7 years. Gray meets gray.

“I even cut my hair and changed my name” Regulus’s raspy voice sang in the mic, as the guitar faded Keeping his eyes on Sirius.

“‘Cause we all…” The lights flash and smoke shoots up from the stage. His ring clad fingers start strumming the guitar slung across his tattered black shirt that he ripped the sleeves off of and cropped. Barty comes back in with drums, cueing the others on their timing.“just wanna be big rockstars.”

“And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars.” Evan makes his way over to Regulus with his Bass

“The boys come easy,” Regulus winks at Evan and smirks flashing his sharp canines, “and the drugs come cheap.”

Regulus slides his guitar behind his back and runs a hand through his black curls before grabbing the microphone. Tilting his head up while bending his knees down , getting close to the mic stand in a way that’s borderline obscene. He straightens up, keeping his face close to the mic while tapping his black converse to the beat. “We’ll all stay skinny ‘cause we just won’t eat.”

“And we'll hang out in the coolest bars

In the VIP with the movie stars. Every good gold digger’s gonna wind up there. Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair.” He makes eye contact with blonde in the front row. “And we'll hide out in the private rooms

with the latest dictionary of today's who's who

They'll get you anything with that evil smile…” He smiles, showing off his perfect teeth.

“Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial, well. Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar.”

The band played out the rest of the song and waited a moment for Regulus to drink some water before they did the introductions. That’s how their shows worked; They opened with ‘Rockstar’, did the introductions, sang half their set list, actually talked to the crowd for a bit and not just fuck with them between songs, sang the second half, say their goodbyes, and then sang a final surprise song which changed every show.

“How’s everybody doing tonight?” Regulus shouted into the mic. The crowd screaming back at him.

“I take it that means well? Why am I even asking? Of course you’re doing well, I’m here.” Regulus let a smile ghost his lips as he was once again, screamed at.

“We’ll I’m sure most of you know who we are, but as I’ve learned; assume nothing.” He looked at Sirius briefly. “So I’m going to introduce us very quickly so we can get on with our night.”

He picked up the microphone and started walking around.

“First up, we have Evan Rosier playing the Bass.” Who bowed dramatically as crowd cheered.” “I said, we have EVAN ROSIER playing the bass!”

He said the names twice: once normally and let crowd cheer a bit, the second time he yelled while putting more emphasis on their names so the crowd screamed louder.

“Pandora Lovegood as our lead guitarist.” She played out a quick riff. “I’m sorry, did you not hear me. We have PANDORA LOVEGOOD as our lead guitarist!”

“Our drummer is Barty Crouch Jr.” He stopped spinning the drumstick between his finger and quickly hit all of the drums. “Excuse me, our drummer is BARTY CROUCH JR!”

“Next we have Dorcas Meadows on Keyboard. However, like the amazing woman she is will play several different instruments depending on the song.” Dorcas pulled her silver sunglasses down her nose and with a wink, blew a kiss out into the crowd. “Oh c’mon, you guys can do better than that, especially for DORCAS MEADOWS.”

“As always, I’m Regulus Black, you’re lead singer and rythme guitarist.”

“And we are The Pantheon!” Regulus held out the mic for the crowd and winced at how loud they were.

They started performing again, just having fun. Someone threw a pride flag on stage that Regulus picked and started running around with as he sang.

Doing shows was Regulus’ favorite part of the job, besides actually making the music. He wasn’t really fond of the being famous part. His fans were great, he just wasn’t really a people person. He preferred to keep to himself, and also had really anxiety. Performing was different, when Regulus was on stage he became a different person. He didn’t have to be him.

****

“I want to change the last song.” Regulus said as soon as the band got backstage after saying their goodbyes.

“What?”

“Why?”

“You can’t be serious”

“Is everything alright?”

Their confusion wasn’t unwarranted, they pre-plan the song that morning at breakfast as part of their show day routine. They have never once changed it after it was picked.

“My brother, Sirius, he’s here.” He was starting to panic now as it started to set in.

“Oh shit”

“Fuck dude.”

“You have a brother?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Yeah, he’s about a year older than me and ran away when I was 14. I haven’t seen him since. I’ll explain the rest later but we have to get back on stage.”

“What song do you want to do?” Dorcas asked.

“Family line.” It was a song Regulus wrote a while ago and to scared to actually release it, he leaked it to Twitter on a fake account. He wanted it out there because he knew there were kids out there who could relate, but the thought of putting something that vulnerable into the world was terrifying. The band has refused to comment on it.

“Are you sure Reggie?” Pandora looked at him like he could shatter. It wasn’t out of pity or because she thought he would shatter, they just cared very deeply and always so gentle with everything except a guitar.

“Yes.” He wasn’t really, but he needed to do this.

***

“Apologies for the wait as I mentioned previously we were having a few problems, but we’re all good now.”

“At the end of every show we sing a ‘surprise’ song that’s different every show. Some you are going to be very excited by the song we’ve chosen, while others may have no idea.”

Regulus smiles a bit at the crowd, watching as the whispered to one another.

“Now this song is bit different from our usually style and it’s not claimed by us officially. You know we’ve been dodging questions since it’s been released, but I suppose now’s as good as ever.” He looked at Sirius, who was watching intently from his spot in the crowd. Everyone else in the audience was getting more excited.

“In case anyone has yet to guess, we present you ‘Family Line’.

The crowd starting screaming.

The band started playing the opening cords as the lights dimmed, and the crowd started quieting down. The people who knew quieted down out of respect and the rest did because everyone else did.

Regulus closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he started singing in the mic.

“My father never talked a lot. He just took a walk around the block 'til all his anger took a hold of him and then he'd hit.”

“My mother never cried a lot. She took the punches, but she never fought 'til she said, "I'm leaving, and I'll take the kids" so she did.”

“I say they're just the ones who gave me life;

But I truly am my parents' child.”

“Scattered 'cross my family line. I'm so good at telling lies that came from my mother's side

told a million to survive. Scattered 'cross my family line. God, I have my father's eyes but my brother's when I cry. I can run, but I can't hide from my family line.”

‘It's hard to put it into words how the holidays will always hurt. I watch the fathers with their little girls and wonder what I did to deserve this.”

“How could you hurt a little kid? I can't forget, I can't forgive you 'Cause now I'm scared that everyone I love will leave me.” He opened his eyes and looked directly at Sirius before looking away to scan the crowd.

“Scattered 'cross my family line. I'm so good at telling lies that came from my mother's side; told a million to survive. Scattered 'cross my family line. God, I have my father's eyes but my brother's when I cry. I can run, but I can't hide

From my family line.”

“From my family line.”

“Oh, all that I did to try to undo it. All of my pain and all your excuses. I was a kid but I wasn't clueless. (Someone who loves you wouldn't do this). All of my past, I tried to erase it. But now I see, would I even change it? Might share a face and share a last name, but (We are not the same).” Regulus looked back over to where Sirius is only to find him gone.

“Scattered 'cross my family line. I'm so good at telling lies that came from my mother's side;

Told a million to survive. Scattered across my family line. God, I have my father's eyes, but my sister's when I cry. I can run, but I can't hide from my family line.”

“From my family line.”

Dorcas hit the the final note and the band ran off stage.

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The song that played at the beginning was ‘Rockstar’ by Nickelback and the last song was ‘Family line’ by Conan Gray except I changed the ‘sister’ to ‘brother’ so it fit.

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batsarebetterthanpeople · 1 year

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Reposting this from my twitter because I think you guys will appreciate this more. I've made some Edits because i have more words to work with tho.

All modern AUs are valid however the easiest way to get the vibe of OFMD right is to make Ed a rock star. The fuckery looks like rock concert gimmicks. Black Pete kinda acts like a groupie at times. Ed has a stage name.

Because of this I am rotating a rockstar AU in my brain. Izzy is the annoying manager with no artistic talent and no respect for Ed's craft. Ed loves his art but he's sick of the lifestyle and the paparazzi and everybody treating him like he's some sort of god and not a human being, and it's not fun anymore when he can't have a life outside of it. In order to match the vibe this makes Stede an upstart musician who hired a garage band because he has no friends to start a band with. Either that or he went around recruiting small musicians who needed the money but he found them all separately which I think could be funnier. He is independently wealthy but he's also doing something unique so Ed respects it. His genre is something bat shit, probably a blend of two genres that don't make sense together. Ed is definitely screamo tho.

I know this completely fucks with the Jim and Oluwande backstory, but my desire to see Jim and Frenchie in leather is down right overpowering so for this AU I would like to propose that Jim and Frenchie are part of Ed's band instead of Stede's. Jim is the drummer, Frenchie plays guitar, Ivan plays bass guitar. Fang is either another guitarist or on keyboard. Ed is obviously the front man.

Stede's band consists of Olu, The Swede, Buttons, Wee John, Roach, and Black Pete. I'm not sure who's doing what and I couldn't even begin to guess because I'm not sure of what genre Stede's doing yet. I am dying for suggestions. This post is open ended. Lucius is also involved here he was hired to do manager shit.

I also have thoughts on Calico Jack in this AU because I am obsessed with him. He and Ed were friends before they were famous, and then they both independently of each other made it big, Ed in metal or screamo or pop punk or regular punk or whatever and CJ in country. (Ed got famous the normal way and Calico Jack did to some famous country star what Kesha did to Prince i.e. broke into their house to leave his mix tape. Only difference is that it worked).

#ofmd modern au #our flag means death #ofmd #I think there's a way to make the Jim Olu backstory kind of work in this universe #Maybe Jim and Oluwande do actually know each other and they are the reason Stede and Ed meet in the first place #IDK where Spanish Jackie would come in tho #Jack/Ed rpf exists in this universe #it didn't exist until they got caught by the paparazzi back when they were newer to fame and worse at avoiding them #everyone has been speculating ever since #Jack reads every damn word of the rpf and thinks it's funny and Ed tries his best to pretend that it doesn't exist #they are not boyfriends Ed just refuses to fuck groupies on principle and is too famous for dating apps so his options are limited #Which is part of why Stede is so exciting #Stede and Ed are dating after long enough #Jack drops a jolene cover the day after Ed and Stede go public as a way to troll the fans. He refuses to answer interview questions about i #jamie's crowd sourced band au

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reveriebystarloversss · 3 months

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Reverie

“Guys, I'm sorry to be the one to break it to you, but Peter has not only left you and given your songs to those snakes" “But-?” They honestly had had enough of that week. “But he also outed you” ——————————————————————— Or, the Marauders were in deep shit, as one of their former members had betrayed them and sold their latest tour album to a rival band They had to go to the sole person who could write an entire new album for them in as short as one month, ‘Regulus’. But what if Regulus turned out to be none other than the estranged brother of one of the band's members? The same guy who's had a relationship with another member? Will he help them? ——————————————————————- The Marauders “Revenge” Era Tour

Hi! This is my story on ao3 if you want to pass

#band au #marauders #ao3 #modern au #harry potter #jegulus #moony x padfoot #rosekiller #mary macdonald #lily evans #dorcas x marlene #fame au #muggle au

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leedlebbb · 8 months

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la la land jegulus au

GUYSSS the au is happening i swear but school is consuming me rn and i only have the first chapter written out

bear with me🙏🙏

i will post here when i do publish it tho!

#la la land #la la land au #modern marauders #jegulus fic #starchaser #jegulus #jegulus headcanon #james x regulus #jegulus fanfiction #dorlene #jily #wolfstar #rosekiller #slytherin skittles #fame au #marauders au

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amoriscustos · 8 months

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putting together the details in my one piece verse & i'm realizing that k*lling phantom ace is mina's canon event....

#like ofc there's the gut punch of an ending in sailor v but..#she offs him in her spiderverse au too....#and in her modern verse...#AND is the cause of his death in her no powers fandomless/fame au....#they will never be happy i fear :')#ooc.

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science-lings · 2 years

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Not me waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night (6 am) with another LU AU idea (CHB demigods but hylian flavored) given to me but I’m too tired to write it down so who knows if I’ll still remember it after my next batch of sleepies

#I’ve always wanted to make a modern with magic AU that still somehow includes all of their adventures #and I finally found a way to do it #hyrulized Percy Jackson AU where they’re all demigod half brothers and there’s no royal family but the Zelda’s are also there #i can’t decide whether to make Malon a literal horse god or just the daughter of a horse god #I’m any case the Eponas are all Pegasi and super picky about their riders #magic is normal tho so the camp is mostly like a secret safe haven for those with gods blood who have to deal with frequent monster attacks #and some (warriors and wild) have to deal with legitimate fame #also the Zelda’s are all daughters of Hylia EXCEPT for Flora who is a daughter of Nayru even though all her life she was told otherwise #also Wild might be technically a god because his dead friends gave him powers like immortality and he’s got some weird things going on #twilight and legend have animal form curses and most abilities from the games are retained through artifacts and stuff #Ravio is there too and I want to somehow make Sky still the first son of Farore but I haven’t decided how that would work yet #linked universe #Lu AU

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overly-dramatic-artist · 1 year

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Something something modern fame au

#mandys drawings #angel morales estrada #encanto #encanto oc #modern fame au #pop album #y2k pop #Angela Morales Estrada

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tomriddles-wh0re · 2 months

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'The Weeknd' // E.Y Pt. 2

Pairing : female!reader x Eren Yeager, background angst jean kirstein x reader(bashing for the sake of the plot)

w.c: 3.2k

Trigger warnings: none

pt 1 | pt 2

Saturdays were what you called ‘reserved days’. If you weren’t working or coming back from a long drive from your parent’s house, you were curled up with blankets and snacks binge watching your favorite tv shows and hiding away from your friends. The truth was that in the past two months, you began to throw yourself into working far more hours. Taking on clients on the weekends, even those clients who managed to get on nerves simply because they kept coming even though they refused treatment. Many claimed they were in perfect condition, despite the pain they all held.

These reserved days became far too frequent once you began working far too many hours each week. Your boss, a little older lady named Elma, had waved you off when you asked to take on an additional shift on Saturdays and Sundays. Leaving you to pile yourself up in your apartment, the small room you had managed to get a week after news of Jean’s infidelity had leaked to the public. The apartment wasn’t much, but until you and Jean could sell your joint house, you were stuck dealing with the mess that was the Southern California housing market.

Sasha had decided to crash at your house last night, sleeping on the coach after you both came back from an all night street food fair and outdoor carnival set up. She sat beside you as the tv played the newest episode that was released from your favorite reality show, you hummed watching as Miley, your favorite cast member, began to pace hearing Hannah expose a detail about the new addition that was just brought into the show two episodes ago. “oh my god” you mumbled, connecting the dots of an attempted sabotage against Miley. The guy had known her before the show had started, she hadn’t met him before. A flashback began to play of him with another guy speaking briefly what looked like away from the filming crew.

A light buzzing noise interrupted your concentration, coming from the coffee table in front of you. Ignoring it you kept watching, reaching to grab the bag of baked chips from the table as Sasha shot you a weird look. The buzzing died out momentarily before it began again, ringing and drawing both of your attention as you refused to look down at the screen of your phone. “Y/n, are you going to answer that? Sasha said from across the living room, lounging on the large loveseat you had claimed before the move. As your phone lays lighting up non stop on top of the glass table. Glancing at you she reached over toward the table annoyed and sighing loudly, grabbing the remote and then tossing the phone in your direction as she hit the pause button. Even though you knew to expect it, the name “Mallory” on your screen still unnerved you. Pouting towards the screen, “It’s my manager, one sec” you said whilst bringing the phone up to your ear and answering the call.

“Hey, what’s up?” you spoke nervously. “y/l/n have you seen my texts?” She paused and you just knew she had rolled her eyes since she was used to you dragging your feet during any type of media campaign. “Well, I have been trying to reach you. Did you see anything I sent over? I have some serious updates on Yeager and our rollout.” “Oh” you mumbled confused on how you had missed the media finally covering the story with Eren. It surely hadn’t been too long but you missed any new trends on your platforms. Nearly a week had already passed since the night of the party, the photos you took earlier in the night were already posted, some twitter and instagram blog accounts had began spreading rumors of you being spotted with another man, and a blurry photo from far away that Sasha had taken was leaked by a few big accounts. Lots of people began speculating since the rumors were true when the image had confirmed it. The photo had shown you shyly tilting your head back while looking over your shoulder, clearly giggling as a taller male stood with his hands around your waist with his head hidden behind you in the darkness. The outline of his eyes barely being made out behind the brown hair and the small amount of light. The photo had gone around already two days ago, even close friends of your ex had reached out asking about it nonstop, wanting to know who it was. Connie, even if a friend of both of you, began to pester Sasha too. Blogs ran with the photos, youtube channels included you in their weekly drama recaps, and your dm’s were all filled asking the same questions. Who were you with that night? Had you gotten over the messy breakup?

Both you and Eren’s manager had made it clear to both of their clients that the role needed to be followed without any interference or changes to make it a successful campaign, we both knew it was said mainly meant for Jaeger to follow. Zeke and Mallory had brainstormed, basing the rollout on the idea of an image of an unknown man being pictured with you leaked to blogs, which began to trend for a few days to stir up some controversy before the eventual dropping a photo with Eren’s face in it. Between both of them, they agreed the timing just had to be perfect to get through a suitable “hard launch” and we(Eren) couldn’t get in the way of the rollout. His social media privileges were limited after his last few controversies online.

“So you won’t believe it,” she cheerily said as her tone entirely changed directions, “me and Zeke had planned to leak the final photo with Eren in the next few days after a potential soft launch story, you know a story of roses or a cropped photo of the two of you sat at a restaurant, and yada yada. Well so we decided to risk an early release, an account called dion.alise is run by this well known blogger who has a small but loyal group of followers” she said. “okay so, she’s known for her celebrity gossip and ‘insider’s appeal’ since she is a makeup artist and hairstylist for major award ceremonies-” she paused as you hummed along letting her continue the usual debrief. “Anyways, not only did she leak the photos a little over an hour ago but right after the post she found someone at the party who had taken more photos but from another time that night. Go look at what I sent to your phone. It's the very first link.”

Moving to follow her instructions, you tapped to place her on speaker phone and scrolled through notifications to open the bubble of what she sent to you. Scrolling up past a dozen links until you go to the first one from today, noisily Sasha saw and moved over to the nearest cushion as you clicked on the link. Mallory began talking again as you sat still looking over the post displayed on your phone, “The rollout is going to look a hundred times more organic, just look how grainy the photos are but we can still tell who’s in it”. Sasha hummed next to you as she pulled out her phone, shooting you a look when you stopped attempting to respond to your manager's voice. Looking at the photos under the title: “EXCLUSIVE: Y/L L/N AND EREN YEAGER TOGETHER, MYSTERY MAN CONFIRMED?” One image of you looking over at Eren from the beginning of the night as you led him outside to speak and the next few were far away photos of the two of you outside on the porch barely seen with the dimly lit patio. Through most of the photos it was clear who was there, the dress you wore had lamented in was you as the profile of you left no question. ‘Ren, wasn’t hard to recognize. There was an aura around him, the way he looked at you, pointedly but his face was not obscured by bad lighting or his hair. The recognizable smirk smile he wore and the black ink that barely peaked out from his sleeves left no questions. The tattoo you failed to recognize that night started mockingly back at you. There was no room to lie about who was there anymore and you were unsure if you were glad or annoyed with that fact.

But seeing the post made whatever you had with Yeager feel a million times more official, even if it was for the publicity you could not deny the warmth that flushed through your cheeks as you looked at the photos and how later that night you would end up making out in his car. Glancing back up, Sasha moved slowly to reach down to your screen, swiping and zooming between the photos. A brief guilty feeling coursed through you looking at her, even though she was your closest friend you decided not to tell her about the new “relationship” between you and the singer. Had she taken this photo? Had she known about the car ride and ‘Ren? Mallory repeated something but it was unclear if she said something to someone else in the office. I thought I heard my name but I was focused on the girl beside me. Whispering away from the phone, “Was that you and Niccollo?” You turned fully to the left, she shook her head. “Of course not-” cutting herself off as my manager interrupted. Should that have been a relief? Or a weight on my chest that I decided to keep those moments to myself.

“Please tell me you have looked through the comments and your analytics” she asked excitedly as if looking through new stacks of data. A new notification popped at the top of your screen alerting you to an image she sent you. Scrolling down to screenshots of the trend in profile visits from today on your instagram. “There’s a lot of opinions on the pair of you but overall it’s a lot of positive receptions, honestly far more than what Zeke expected especially for his brother.” “Look into his music, his most recent releases just began trending higher on the charts and the music category on both Spotify and Youtube for his music videos. Don’t even get me started on the reposts from the blogs and them eating the situation up. Your follower count has gone up within the hour and I got a text from Jaeger’s manager that not only are his streams going up but he has had a new influx of followers.” Her smile was heard through the phone as some confusing thoughts filled your mind. Were you and him official? What were you supposed to say if anyone confronted you in person? The last week’s endless conversations with Mallory should have told you how you react but you were unsure you wanted to voice anything when you hadn’t known any clarity between him and you.

“Hey Mallory” Sasha chimed in from beside you, “I’m here with her and she’s super excited on the rollout. Sorry we’re busy at the moment, we can’t chat for too much but thank you for the update.” I began to move to stand up and give Sasha a grateful smile, “yeah thank you so much, sorry for the late reply I have been in the middle of a lot since its my day off.”

“Oh no worries, I just needed to update you on the recent developments. I’ll text you any new information, take care okay babes?” she said before we said our goodbyes to end the call.

The red button clicked as silence filled the room, I paced around and looked at the tv show paused on the screen and I no longer wanted to watch it. My life was beginning to feel like another episode that was poorly thrown together. “What are you thinking? I can hear you angrily pace around” she said, frowning from the couch.

The hardwood floor felt cool beneath my socks, the small sounds of the air conditioning running brought my focus back and away from the loud flow of blood pumping to my head. I was angry right? Not at the media rollout, I was supposed to be angry at Jean? Any thoughts of him had made me shrivel up and scowl. I had felt anger at him, I wanted him to feel humiliated knowing I was moving on and especially with his old friend. But now, I wasn’t angry or focusing on him. The small anger I felt rise in me was a small tide of unease, a fear and a dislike of what was to be expected now? I felt so serious and committed to exploring being single and Eren made me feel more committed than any label had. He wanted me, was interested in and had liked me for years before I was living such a stable life. I hated to admit it but I was afraid, we weren't even really dating. The comments and reactions are from others who don’t know the amount of nights I cried in the last week wishing I wasted five years with someone who loved me and not Jean. A part of me felt an immense guilt that ‘Ren could only “have” me now that Jean had hurt me. He still controlled me after the break up, the night with Eren I felt like relieved of the burden. I felt like someone truly cared for me and I felt like I had a choice. I chose him, just like he always had. When we younger and even know. The glances from years ago and claims from friends that he was interested finally made sense, Jean's possessiveness when in front of him made sense. Part of my felt unworthy of his interest, I wanted a shot at love with someone I wanted. Yeager was that but it felt off in front of the eyes of thousands.

“I don’t even know. I think I’m so overwhelmed thinking about everything that has happened these past months that this is stressing me out so much” I finally broke the silence, ignoring the tidal wave that was begging for me to release. I turned and moved to sit back down, grabbing the remote to push play and hopefully allow Sasha to be distracted to not question me further. By the look she gave me I knew it did not distract her but she chose to not bring it up.

Hours later, Sasha had needed to head home and take care of her dogs while Niccollo got ready for his shift.

Around Midday I ate lunch, checked my emails, responded to a few texts from both managers, and spent some brief time scrolling slowly through the trending topics online. Easing myself through slow scrolls past the brief mentions of myself, after a while I kept seeing Jean’s name in the conversation and it turned my stomach. A feeling tugged at my mind the entire day, I wanted to know how Eren had felt. His name was trending, but so had far more negative news on his past issues with Jean and it felt inappropriate for me to reach out when I felt like I was hurting his image. In some reactions I was called the issue, who “quickly” moved on from her ex and purposefully got together with someone he publicly had issues with. It was true in a sense, but I hoped the news would impact my ex far more negatively.

I fidgeted, hovering my finger above the call button on his contact before my screen flashed. An incoming call from lit up, the name “Ren” taunted me. I urged myself to at least wait ten seconds to not seem too eager, clicking accept I said, “Hey” I said. “Hey,” his voice rang out loudly, “I wanted to talk to you. I haven’t had the chance all day but I’m hoping you’re free now”

“Yeah I am, its my off day today" I said. “Okay great, I had Zeke over when the blog posts dropped.” “Oh”

“Yeah, I wanted to see how you’re dealing with it,” he spoke. “I never really saw you as the type to be use to all this coverage. I told him we might want to wait a few more days-” I hurried to interrupt him. “It's okay ‘Ren", his nickname easily slipped out. “I know you mean well but I’m sure your brother told you they need to stick to the schedule” I spoke.

“well- yeah but if you needed the time it could all wait” he spoke earnestly, his side of the call was quiet and it surprised me. I never thought about how his life must have looked daily but I imagined he was in his own apartment. Sitting on his couch, maybe petting his dog or watching a game muted while listening to the sounds of the phone held to his ear. I imagined as I look around my own living room.

“Thank you, I know but we already agreed and they know what they are doing. We can’t really argue with Mallory or Zeke since it’s started.”

“I guess you’re right but let me know if it's too much, yeah?”

“Yeah, I will” I agreed.

“Good, I also called since I wanted to ask are you busy tonight?” he shyly asked, “because if you are I totally understand but um-” I listened feeling the heat hit my cheeks. “Do you want to go out tonight? Maybe get something to eat. Or we could stay in, you can come to mine and I’ll order food or something.” He rushed out the last words.

“Would it be okay if you came over to mine and we could eat in?”

“YEAH, yeah” he repeated a little in disbelief. “Does Thai food sound good? I can send you a link to a place's menu and pick some up later”

“That’s perfect, I’ll send my address” I said.

“Great- can I come over around 5?”

“Sure, but ren,” “Yeah?” he said hesitantly. “This isn’t a date, you’ll have to actually ask me out on a date” “

So we’re already planning second dates now?” he teasingly said.

“No, just making sure I make you know just because the internet says you 're together doesn’t mean you don’t have to put some effort in. If this is going to work, I want this to be slow but serious” I said.

“Trust me, I want to see how this goes but I also want you to want me” he said. ‘So did I’ is all I could think. “I know Eren,” I said “I’ll see you later and we can talk more later yeah?”

“Yup, I will text you when I’m on the way”

As I got off the phone, I went to tidy around the house before I could even prepare to get ready. Checking and double checking that everything was nice and neat. The nerves hit me despite knowing Eren would not judge my tiny slightly shambled home. A bell chimed from my phone, turning around as I looked around the room before spotting the small device. I found it innocently looking up again from the coffee table, this time the message wasn’t from Mallory or perhaps Eren saying he was headed over. One word,

Jean: hey

#eren jeager x y/n #eren x you #jean kirsten x reader #jean kirstein x you #modern au #fame au #ray writes #eren x y/n #eren yeager fluff #eren jeager fluff

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layzeal · 2 years

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love your modern au twin jades headcanons! both lxc and lwj would absolutely be against capitalism and refuse to monetarily support big chain companies as much as possible. (also, lwj would be very supportive of his anarchist boyfriend wwx, despite how badly it offends his traditional family)

jhsdjkfhkjf look, if wwx isn't on the run from the law or didn't get arrested at least once, then is it even a modao modern au?

#i don't rly lean towards ''wx as loud social activists in modern aus'' cause thats not the vibe i get at all from their canon #they just kinda do their own thing that they think is right and don't make a show out of it #ie. lwj being one of the only big clan cultivators who Actually help anyone who needs it instead of seeking fame or big prey #lxc is an interesting one too. i cant see him doing out of some sort of activism either. just mostly out of keeping a clear conscience #(i think aboiut the fact that he didnt personally participate in the First Siege even though the Lan Sect was present all the time)#because he knows how unethical everything is and doesnt wnat to be part of the chain. but also he's Very Much A Privileged Rich Boy #look the Twin Jades have good hearts and good intentions but theyre extremely sheltered jksdfhjskd theyre trying though #modao #lace speaks #ask #itvdoriii

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My brain refuses to sleep, so more drabbling! Probably modern-ish AU?

Steve makes a career for himself as a re-decorator (or de-decorator, as he loves to call himself). His clientele are those celebrities who rose to fame so quickly they have plenty of money, but they don't have time to make their houses feel like home. They just bought penthouses and mansions and now live in homes that are fancy, but they feel like hotels.

Steve is there to fix that.

One of his clients is the hard working rockstar Eddie Munson whose life path went from a trailer park to couch surfing to living with 4 people in a tiny apartment, then suddenly tours, hotels and boom! He has a house that looks like an IKEA prop.

He doesn't hide his distaste at the pristine condition of the place (yes, Eddie has a cleaner). "Oh god. A beige carpet?" he scoffs and he sounds so bitchy Eddie decides he likes him already.

He likes him even more when Steve puts on reading glasses. Damn.

Over coffee, they discuss what Eddie wants. Except Steve doesn't just...tell him. He doesn't give him any hints. He just keeps asking about Eddie's favorite colors, what movies he likes, does he have hobbies apart from music? Can Steve see some of the items that bring him comfort?

And Eddie's surprised. "Shouldn't you, like...be telling me what I'm supposed to want?" he asks the gorgeous man who almost wails when he sees the vase with fresh flowers ("This is the third place in a row that has this fugly thing! Is it like a status symbol? Uh, tasteless.").

And Steve just stares at him. "Uh, Mr. Munson?"

"Eddie."

Steve nods. "Eddie. Why should I have any say in what you want? If you ask me what's practical, easy to clean, what bounces off light well, that's another thing. But in matters of taste...you're the boss. You live here, I don't. (Pity, Eddie thinks) Now, let's change this place into somewhere you actually like staying, hm?"

They spend the whole afternoon talking. Eddie opens up about what he loved before the touring and expectations from his agent took that from him. He talks about the Lord of the Rings, Dungeons and Dragons, fantasy in general, and Steve listens, makes tons of notes and asks questions that make Eddie's heart bleed, such as "and who is your favorite Lord of the Rings character?" and "you mentioned elves, dwarves, orcs, wizards...so what is your favorite group?" and "which DnD class would you be then? I guess a bard? Is that too obvious?". Now, Steve doesn't know much about these things, but learns quickly and works with the info he has.

They walk through the house again, with Steve making notes and wincing at transgressions against humanity or at least against his taste in things ("Oh ew. EW. Glossy finish on a kitchen counter? What is this, a future crime scene?") and Eddie feeling equally amused and curious. Eddie orders dinner for them, it goes something like:

"I don't know what would be appropriate, any preferences?"

"Eddie, there's no time or space when pizza is not appropriate."

"What about a funeral?"

"It puts fun in a funeral."

"Touché."

They follow up on a bunch more things. Steve notices Eddie fidgeting and asks him like the mindreader he is if perhaps the place is too clean for him. "Minimalism is what everyone's trying to push," Steve says, not without sympathy, "but it's not for everyone. I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you seem like a person who'd love a more....personal, cluttered space."

And god, Eddie feels so seen. He tells Steve about all his favorite books and trinkets that he lost during a horrible earthquake in Indiana, so when he moved to the city it was just some clothes and his two guitars. Steve makes so many notes. "I've seen quite a lot of collectibles for your beloved trilogy," he says with a hint of a smile. "Is that something you'd like in your home?" Eddie can't nod any faster.

They talk about the budget (Eddie just scoffs at that, for the first time in his life money is not an issue), Eddie's absolute no go things ("No more vases, please! PLEASE. Also maybe the one room that can stay as it is is the studio, there's no decor"), if he has issues touching any materials, if he wants to keep any areas in the house neutral for visitors (he doesn't). Then finally, he asks Eddie if he wants to be more consulted or surprised.

And Eddie, tired and surprisingly relaxed from talking to Steve, just grins and says: "Surprise me, big boy."

Steve just smirks and makes one more note. "Oh, I will, Eddie."

...

Eddie goes on yet another tour for a couple of months, which is the ideal time for Steve to start working on the house.

Steve sometimes texts Eddie random choices, such as "Rohan or Gondor or both?" or "what's the best pub in the Middle Earth?" and Eddie usually trips over his feet trying to get to his phone after concerts to see if maybe he has another message from Steve. He learns bits and pieces about the man as well - he has a younger brother, Dustin, who is into the same stuff that Eddie is. Sometimes it goes like this:

STEVE: What's the best battle in the LotR movies?

EDDIE: The Ride of the Rohirrim, duh!

STEVE: Dustin says you're wrong, it's the last stand at the gates of Mordor.

EDDIE: The disrespect to king Théoden!

And finally, the big day comes. Eddie meets with Steve at the door. From the outside, the house still looks boring, but that's what they agreed on. At least for now.

But there's one notable difference and Eddie gasps when he sees it.

"I know we said no changes on the outside," said Steve sheepishly, "but I took the liberty to make one slight change."

Where the door used to be bland and white, it is now carved with silver etchings. It replicates the Doors of Durin. Eddie loves it.

Steve smiles at him. "Speak friend and enter, right? Dustin told me. Anyways, are you ready?"

Turns out, Eddie wasn't ready. Steve took all of the shiny and sterile surfaces and turned them into something beautiful.

The kitchen is now in warmer colors, brown and green, imitating the Green Dragon inn, plaque included.

Guest rooms have been changed, each to represent a group or a nation of the Middle Earth. Eddie thinks his uncle will love the Rohirrim one.

No more vases are to be seen, but Steve got potted plants ("almost immortal, as long as your housekeeper waters them once a week or so").

Eddie howls in laughter when he sees that Steve somehow managed to disguise all his security cameras as tiny eyes of Sauron.

The bathroom is inspired by the Rivendell, with soft tones and nods to Elvish architecture.

Eddie's bedroom resembles the Shire, with round shapes and homely motifs.

But Eddie's absolute favorite is the living room.

The only things that remain there that he bought are the massive TV and his stereo system with records. The rest though...

Gone is the ugly and sharp couch that looked like a geometry exercise. The new one is large and comfortable, with a couple of armchairs to finish the cozy feel. The coffee table and TV stand are more rough looking, with decorative ironwork. And then, around the room and on the walls...

"Oh wow," whispers Eddie and Steve beams at him.

There are collectibles and figurines that young Eddie Munson would have killed for. A replica of the Narsil hangs over the TV. It's cluttered but tasteful, still easy to clean, but Eddie always has something to touch, to play with.

And then he spots the bookcase and actually sobs. "What the fuck, Steve?" he asks, but there's no anger, just awe. "How did you know?"

The bookcase is full of Eddie's most beloved books, all that he told Steve about and more, but it's not just that. These aren't just pristine new prints - Steve managed to get both those and well-loved used copies. Most of them are the same editions that Eddie had before the earthquake. He runs his trembling finger over the back of the Hobbit and it feels like home.

"That was the hardest part," says Steve and leaves Eddie to rummage through the books, the old DnD guides and used comic books. "But I assumed you're sick of new and shiny. In fact, most of the collectibles are already used as well. They have some history. As for the books, uh..." He scratches his neck, embarrassed. "I will be honest, I don't read much. Dyslexia and some issues with the eyes, although audio books are making it more possible for me now. So I had to ask Dustin for help. We looked for editions published before the earthquake. I hope we got some of them right?"

Eddie just mutters "Sorry, I'm about to do something really unprofessional now" and pulls Steve into a bear hug. And Steve reciprocates.

"Fuck, this...this is everything," says Eddie into his shoulder. "How did you do this? Are you magic. You must be magic."

Steve grins. "I take it the surprise was a success then?"

Eddie finally pulls back. He would have loved to keep embracing Steve for a bit longer, but boundaries. "A total one. Wow. I mean. It's a lot, but so good. SO GOOD. How can I repay you?"

"You already paid me, Eddie."

"You know what I mean!" Eddie points and the books and apparently also a DVD collection he now owns. "This must have been so much more work than you normally do, no? I doubt every client has you memorize the members of the Fellowship."

"Not just that, but also why Sam is the best," Steve smiles at him and fuck. Eddie might be in love. "It was more than usual, but I loved it, Eddie. That's why I like my job so much, helping people find themselves again. You don't owe me anything. Although, if you're offering..."

"I'm listening."

Steve runs his fingers through that majestic hair. "So, I didn't tell Dustin that I was decorating the house for you, but he's a huge fan of your music. Like, massive, has every album, has been following your career from the start. And feel free to tell me it's too much, you are my client after all, but...he'd love to meet you. Over a pizza, maybe? The plain ham and cheese one you like so it doesn't have too many flavors?"

And Eddie melts. Because Steve still remembers his pizza choice from months ago, even though this definitely wasn't in his notes. He decides there and then that Steven Harrington is a national treasure.

"Sure, big boy," he smiles at Steve, and hopes he didn't imagine Steve leaning into the touch. "How about you invite him over for a movie night or something? With pizza of course."

It looks like Steve could kiss him, but he doesn't. Not yet. That only happens a week later, when they bump into each other in Eddie's kitchen when they scramble to make more popcorn for Dustin.

Steve stays the next night. And maybe a few after that. Always in a different themed bedroom.

They travel for work a lot, but when they are both in Chicago, they always meet in the Green Dragon kitchen, cuddle in the bed that would be far too large for a hobbit, and in the night, Eddie wraps himself around Steve and whispers: "My preciousssss."

And Steve can't really complain, because it's his fault that his boyfriend has re-discovered his dorkiness, so why would he mind?

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