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The Guy She Was Interested In Wasn't a Guy at All (Ki ni Natteru Hito ga Otoko Janakatta) Drama CD cast interview (more pictures) after they completed the project. Horrible MTL below...
Mitsuki Koga: Mariya Ise
Aya Oosawa: Akari Kitō
Joe: Kenjiro Tsuda
Narita: Tasuku Hatanaka
Ise (Mitsuki): Actually, on X (formerly Twitter), I was secretly looking forward to reading this manga drawn by Arai. A handsome aura that overflows without Koga's awareness...I was excited as well as there. (Laughter).
No way I will be able to play Koga-san I am grateful!! There's nothing happier than being able to play a character you love. I was allowed to play Koga-san politely and carefully!
Kitō (Aya): It was a large volume of drama CD recording, but I was able to play freely and it was very fun! I was happy to be involved in this work that I had originally read, and I thought again that this work, in which music is greatly involved, is a title that I am very excited to be shaped as a drama CD!
Tsuda (Uncle Joe): It was able to record in a good atmosphere. The comedy part, the serious part, each had tension and relaxation in the air, and it was a fun time.
Hatanaka (Narita): When I participated in this work, of course, I read manga, but I felt that I was really happy that I was able to participate in the drama CD of such a work because I was filled with the wonderfulness, suffering, and regret of liking someone.
――Please tell us the impression of the character you played.
Ise: I like the fact that I value the honesty of Koga's favorite things and what I want to do. I also want to live with such a part carefully, so I felt sympathy on my own. It is also wonderful to care for the person in front of you. I think that Koga's coolness is such a way of thinking and behavior. You can see why people around you are supported and loved.
Kitō: It looks like a yang person, a gal, who is the upper class of the school caste, but in fact it is a frowning Western music otaku, and a CD shop Onii-san(?) I thought that it was a child with various faces that there was a cute side that was in love with him. At first I was worried about where to make a role based, but I thought that it was an ordinary girl and tried to play it.
Tsuda: A nice uncle who is active and gentle while making a rock sharp. It is saved that there are such adults who are close to young people. I played it consciously so that I could put out a large vessel that wraps up with the spatula and the light part. He's a nice character.
Hatanaka: Narita-kun, it was very easy to perform. When I was a student, I did not feel that I was used to women to that extent, but is it the lightness of footwork, something like that, there was something that passed, and there was a feeling that I could quickly enter even if I tried to play it with care…! It was so much fun to play!
――Ise had a singing part of "Creep" this time. If you have any feelings of singing, points you want to pay attention to and listen to, please tell me.
Ise: It was a test (laughs). The difficulty level was too high. I really wanted to run away (Laughter). But for the work, I decided to be prepared that I had to do my best. Please listen with warm ears….
―― Please give a message to all of your fans.
Ise: I am close to or excited about Koga-san, which is the image of all readers, but I also played Koga-san, which I imagined, carefully and wholeheartedly because I was a reader and a fan for many years. Please, DramaCD 『気になってる人が男じゃなかった 』 also like and enjoy! Thank you very much!
Kitō: 『気になってる人が男じゃなかった』 I was originally a fan reading this work, but it is a very popular work with many people who love reading it even around me, so I think that there are many people who are looking forward to this drama CD! This work that is loved by many people is enjoyed as a voice, and I will be very happy if you love me!
Tsuda: It is a wonderful work where laughter and cuteness are tightly tied and young. I think that people who like rock can enjoy it because there are many legendary rocker songs, and I think that those who do not know rock can enjoy refreshing youth drama.
Hatanaka: It was such a work that makes me think that it is really nice to read and fall in love with people. I hope it becomes a drama CD filled with its goodness! By all means, I hope you can enjoy the original together many times! Thank you very much!!!
――cast everyone, thank you!
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#they had her sing radiohead#the guy she was interested in wasn't a guy at all#arai sumiko#green manga#manga#yuri#drama cd#audio drama#Mariya Ise#Akari Kitō#Kenjiro Tsuda#Tasuku Hatanaka#Ki ni Natteru Hito ga Otoko Janakatta
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𓆩♡𓆪 STAY AWAY. Loser! Ellie Williams headcanons
a/n : I am struggling to start writing and stop procrastinating on writing the series I am working on so have some quick Ellie head canons while you wait also loser!Ellie is just regular Ellie and y’all aren’t ready for that conversation also it isn’t much sorry I’ve been struggling with procrastinating on writing got to put something out for the mean time
Inspired by seriously go read theirs @cowgirlcherrie and my one of my close friends mannerisms
Warnings/content: 18+ mentions of sex mostly fluff and also Ellie is a loser and cursing fingering!receiving masturbating and mentions of face riding
ੈ✩‧₊˚ you met loser!Ellie in Highschool and you bonded your intense overwhelming hatred for the people at your school over how much you hated everyone else here and that your the only person she could tolerate
“Everyone here are fucking npc’s with no capacity for thinking for themselves”
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Loser!Ellie definitely owns a women love me fish fear me shirt that she started wearing ironically until it wasn’t anymore
ੈ✩‧₊˚ she always had to make jokes about her nonexistent dick much to your annoyance she has the humor of twelve year old boy
“How about you suck 15 inch cock”
“You don’t have one” you exclaimed
“Fuck you mean women literally beg me to see it”
ੈ✩‧₊˚ loser!Ellie unironically loves family guy and American guy and and fucking loves Rick and Morty and Bojack horseman
“I know I am a lesbian but I would fuck rick Sanchez no questions asked”
ੈ✩‧₊˚ you and loser!Ellie bonded over your intense overwhelming hatred for chase Atlantic
“They sound like they are fucking singing in cursive”
“I know right thank you someone gets it”
ੈ✩‧₊˚ loser!ellie has the music taste of someone’s father and she is very unapologetic about it she listens to Radiohead, nirvana, slipknot, the cure and the Beatles. etc
“ you should listen to the cure”
ੈ✩‧₊˚ loser!Ellie got into an argument once with you because you said you liked Saturn more than Jupiter
“Jupiter or Saturn pick one”
“Uh—Saturn”
“Jupiter is fucking better”
“No it’s not I like Saturn better”
“You only like Saturn because it’s fucking pretty”
“No I don’t”
“Yes you fucking do”
“Whatever”
ੈ✩‧₊˚ loser!Ellie cannot flirt with women for shit she just infodumps to them and hopes her info would get them to like her and wanna be with her and she is lucky that she is attractive enough to pull it off
ੈ✩‧₊˚ when loser!Ellie started to develop a crush on you she would do favours and constantly try to impress you she once took you to skater park to show you the tricks she was learning she ended up falling flat on her face because she was too busy staring into your eyes and she had the biggest blush on her face when you laughed at her for it.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ By the time Loser!Ellie developed feelings for you she would go above and beyond because suddenly the concept of helping others was completely uninteresting until it was you you got your heart shattered by another girl and all she could think of is that she would never treat you that way ever.
“It’s just that I wished that she didn’t string me along for a month and actually rejected me instead of telling me she liked me back when she didn’t”
“I swear when I see that fucker in my line of vision it won’t be pretty you deserve better than her anyway you were out of her league”
“Honestly I am starting to think maybe it’s because I am not attractive enough for girls to want me”
“Don’t fucking say that you were out of her league you will find someone who treats you so good ”
ੈ✩‧₊˚ loser!Ellie always wants you to try smoking weed with her even though you very much didn’t like taking drugs or being high it’s mostly because you make her so nervous and if she was high with you she could maybe try to flirt with you without fumbling her words and not looking you in the eye.
“Come on try it for me it feels really good I promise”
“Yeah no thanks Ellie”
ੈ✩‧₊˚ she knew that she couldn’t keep this to herself anymore she wanted you and Every time you tried to date someone else it made her genuinely sick to her stomach.
“ oh fuck saying this shit isn’t easy but I gotta say it I like you okay I really really do”
“Your fucking with me right now if your joking Ellie it’s not funny”
“I am not joking I fucking do okay”
“Wait your not”
“Of course I am not”
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ NSFW section
ੈ✩‧₊˚ you are always the first person she thinks of when she gets high late at night she has to resist the urge to call you over her hand in her boxers.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Loser!Ellie has a happy trail.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ she loves it when you ride her face and not just hovering she wants you to sit on it at first you were really nervous and insecure but she was a having the time of her life and Everytime you do hover she would beg you sit properly
“Babe please just sit stop fucking hovering”
ੈ✩‧₊˚she loves it when you ride her thighs she loves the sensory experience of you riding it and when you ride her fingers she always wishes to be inside you and feel it when you ride it
ੈ✩‧₊˚ she is obsessed with you wearing her clothes especially her boxers she loves giving them to you
“You’re gonna run out of boxers to wear if you keep this up”
“I don’t fucking care”
ੈ✩‧₊˚ she loves you to death and will not hesitate to show it off she always loves mentioning you much to literally everyone’s annoyance.
“My girl is getting a PHD is so smart”
“This reminds me my girlfriend really loves these flowers I gotta get them”
#ellie smut#ellie the last of us#ellie x fem reader#ellie x reader#ellie x you#ellie willams x reader#ellie x y/n#ellie williams#ellie tlou
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I have a request, an angst one. It’s based by a song it’s called “the one that got away” by Katy Perry. YOU CAN MAKE IT FLUFFY OR ANGST FOR THE ENDING!!! Bcz I know people will ask for part two if you leave it angst.
Thank you so much! Love your writing btw, keep up the great work! Tag me once it’s published if you ever do it! @josephquinnlover0
Let's do it! I hope this is what you wanted. It does end happy !!
I am aware Eddie Munson would never sing this song, but he is today. I tweaked a little bit of the lyrics to fit his point of view. So the fic does not match exactly to the lyrics.
In modern times with social media and all that
Not proofread
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Summer after high school when we first met
We make out in your Mustang to Radiohead
And on my 18th birthday, we got matching tattoos
Eddie wanted to leave Hawkins the second he graduated, he wanted a fresh start, a place where he could have a new reputation. He got a job at a bar, working to save up money so he can move out of the state. At that very bar, he met Y/N. A girl who soon became the girl of his dreams.
They were bartenders together, he'd play guitar on the slow nights, and she'd watch from the bar. She'd sing along as she helped customers.
Once their shift was done they'd race to her Mustang, climb in the backseat and make out for hours. But she also lay in his arms, playing with his fingertips as he ranted about wanting to leave Hawkins behind, but he couldn't imagine leaving her. Even with how much she worked, all her money went to keeping food on the table for her siblings. Her parents were barely around, they couldn't take care of themselves, let alone their children.
On his twenty-first birthday, they raced to the tattoo shop. Being together for over a year, and feeling more in love than ever. They wanted to be connected forever. So they got matching tattoos.
Now it was a painful reminder for Eddie every single day.
The perks of her parents never being around meant that once Eddie and Y/N got her siblings to bed, they could sneak out to the roof, a bottle of liquor in hand.
Used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof
Talk about our future like we had a clue
Never planned that one day, I'd be losing you
She would lay in his arms, head against his shoulder. Together they would talk about their future, a future together. He talked about how one day he would propose at that shitty bar, promising to be hers forever in the same spot he met her. She talked about their wedding, her idea of her dress, and the color scheme.
Eddie never thought one day he'd never talk to her again.
In another life
I would be your girl
We keep all our promises
Be us against the world
When Eddie went to bed at night, he dreamed of another life. A life where they got their future together. She would be his girl and all the promises they made would stay true. It would be them against the world.
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away
In another life, he would have stayed, never taking that record deal. He would have turned back around when she begged him to stay.
He would be with her.
He wouldn't have to admit she was the one he let get away.
Eddie heard from Steve she got her tattoo removed, and it stung. Eddie traced the design, now even more bittersweet knowing the other half is now nonexistent.
Someone said you had your tattoo removed
Saw you downtown singing the blues
Its time to face the music
I'm no longer your muse
He saw a video of her singing at the bar. She used to sing in the kitchen as they danced. They wrote so many songs together, some songs he still sings to this day, to a crowd that doesn't know who the muse was. But he knew.
Listening to her sing brought back the memories, the songs she wrote about being in love with him. Now her songs don't relate to him at all, time to face it, he is no longer her muse.
Eddie made it big. He achieved his dream. He left Hawkins and moved out to Hollywood. Signed a record deal and is now drowned in money. But yet, none of that money could give him the chance to turn back time. He could buy anything in the world, but nothing would replace her, and he hated that he learned that too late.
All this money can't buy me a time machine, no
Can't replace you with a million rings, no
I should've told you what you meant to me, whoa
'Cause now I pay the price
He should have told her she meant more to him than any dream he had before her. He hated that it took him leaving her to realize she was his dream.
Now he has to pay the price.
Now Eddie returned to Hawkins, his tail between his legs as he arrived at the very bar. His guitar case was in his hand as he walked through the doors. His eyes caught the big sign that stated his name in bold letters.
In another life, I would make you stay
So I don't have to say you were the one that got away
The one that got away
"Eddie Munson returns, Live tonight at 8"
People were running up to him, asking for autographs, and expressing their excitement for his show. But his eyes stayed on the bar, looking to see if she would still be working there.
When he made it to the stage, the spotlight blinded him but he was able to see her through it. She hasn't changed in the two years he has been gone. Her hair was longer than before, but everything was the same. She looked just as beautiful as the day he left.
And she was looking back right at him. That same look of adoration and love in her eyes. A smile proud smile on her face as she clapped along with the crowd. He noticed her siblings sitting in the corner booth, huge smiles as they took him in.
He took a deep breath and strummed his guitar
"This is called, the one that got away"
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Once Eddie finished his set, he walked to the bar. A nervous smile on his face as he walked up to her.
"Hey there rockstar," She smiled, walking around the bar to give him a hug. He could feel his body relax into her, wrapping his arms around her and keeping her close. Inhaling her scent as he kissed her head.
"Hi gorgeous, how are you?" He asked, pulling away to look at her closer. She smiled and stepped back, his body already missing her touch.
"I'm doing alright. The same old thing. Mom and Dad finally gave up, I saved up enough money to get my own apartment, and took the kids with me." She explained
"I'm glad you were able to move out. You deserved that. I see the little ones are not so little anymore." Eddie smiled, a little sad he missed out on watching them grow up. He spent every day with them for two years straight.
"Thanks. I see you are doing amazing! All over social media, magazines, and tv. I'm proud of you, Eddie." And he could tell she meant every word. He left her behind and yet here she was, supporting him every step of the way.
"Thank you, that means a lot. Things might look amazing but I've been struggling," Eddie admitted. He missed her and he wanted her back.
"Oh, do you need to talk? I'm about to go on break" She offered
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Eddie paced behind the bar, cracking his knuckles as he waited for her.
"What's going on?" She asked politely
"I didn't come here to do the gig. I'm here for you. I miss you. Leaving you was the biggest mistake I have ever made." Eddie admitted. Reaching forward to cup her jaw.
She let herself melt into it
"I never blamed you, Eddie. Your dream was at your fingertips. I never should have asked you to stay, that wasn't fair. I mean I had no real life, I worked and took care of my siblings. Shit, I still do. Why would you want to stay? There was nothing here for you." She said, turning her head to kiss his palm.
"You're wrong. I thought it was my dream but I feel like I've been in a nightmare since I left. I had to leave to find out that you were my dream all along and you still are. I had a reason to stay, and she was across from me. And now she's the reason why I'm back. I still love you and I never tried to move on. I promised my heart was beating for you, and that's a promise I didn't break." Eddie admitted. Stepping closer, leaning his face closer to hers.
Her eyes were welling up with water.
"I still love you too. I never tried to move on either. I missed you every day and the idea of being someone else's just put salt in the wound. I missed you." She confessed, watching as he looked into her eyes, leaning down to ghost his lips over hers.
His eyes asked, and she replied by leaning up. Smashing her lips onto his. He moaned the second he tasted her again, wrapping his arms around her waist. His stomach did flips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, hands digging themselves into his hair.
"Thank you for coming back," she whispered against his lips as she pulled back. Small pecks to his lips between each word.
"I also came here to do something," Eddie admitted. A smirk on his face as he stepped back.
She looked at him confused, watching as he got down on his knee
"Munson..." she trailed off
"I came here to do something we always dreamed about," He started, she gasped as he went into his pocket, taking out a small ring. "I left once, and I've regretted it since. You are my dream, my life, and my future. I promised you I'd ask you to marry me at the bar we met, promise to be yours forever, so what do you say? Marry me?" Eddie asked, a smile on his face as she cried into her hands.
"Yes! Oh my gosh, Yes." She cried out, placing her left hand in front of him, allowing him to slip the ring on her finger. She admired the ring, it was gorgeous.
He got off his knee, standing straight as he cupped her face and leaned in, placing his lips on hers.
"Us against the world, right?" He whispered
"Forever" She whispered back, pecking his lips.
"I don't care if we stay in this shitty town, or move anywhere you want. As long as I have you, I'm happy to be anywhere." Eddie said
"Me too."
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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [1]
chapter one, act one: antichrist
~first chapter of my Matty Healy x bandmate!OC, more coming soon
January 3rd 2010
"No."
"Please?"
Tommie groans twirling around on her cousin's bed so she's lying on her stomach instead of her back and looks over to where he's sitting at his desk chair.
"No, Adam, I don't want to."
"No," He says, in his usual 'I know better than you' tone, tilting his head in a way that reminds her exactly of her aunt, "You're afraid."
She gives him an unimpressed look and goes back to looking over the back of the old Radiohead vinyl she'd pinched from his little shelf of records that's tucked away in one corner of his bedroom.
"I don't wanna be in your stupid X-Factor wannabe band with your junkie friends."
"Please," A sarcastic voice comes from the bedroom door as it's pushed open, the self-made 'please knock' sign obviously meaning nothing to the intruder. The vinyl is snatched from her hands and the single bed dips with the newly added weight, "We're at least BGT worthy."
She rolls her eyes sitting up as he moves the record out of her reach, "Don't mess with me today, Healy."
"Aw," He pouts looking over at her, lashes fluttering in mock flattery, "But it's my favourite thing to do."
"Why do you always have to piss me off on my first day here?" She questions, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.
He flashes his smile, wild curly hair falling in his eyes, "Because it's my favourite pastime."
Adam snatches the record back, putting it onto his pile on the floor as he raises a brow, "Shouldn't you be at work?"
"Day off to welcome Miss Thomas."
"Day wasted." She mutters from behind him.
Matty mimics her in a high-pitched voice and she rolls her eyes. He grabs one of her ankles and pulls it down to his lap, tickling at her socked foot causing her to squeal and grip one of Adam's plain white pillows as her defence.
Matty flinches as the pillow is brought down upon his head, he dramatically grips his shirt and flops onto his back to look up as he gives his dramatic act of a death scene.
"Tommie!"
She sighs and goes to the door, "Yeah?"
"Your mother's on the phone, she's been calling you. Come down here."
She inwardly groans but forces herself down the stairs. Matty turns to Adam as soon as she's gone. Listening to the footsteps pause at the bottom of the stairs, a faint 'hello?' coming a few seconds later.
"Did she agree?"
"No."
He groans, flopping back on the bed again, curly hair creating a large painting upon the plain sheets. "Why?"
"Said she wants to do A Levels, go to university and- I quote, 'have a chance of making a name for herself'."
"That's what we're doing, making a name for ourselves."
"In a band about driving?"
Matty sighs, "I have a vision."
Adam sighs, muttering under his breath as he twists his chair around to look at the wall behind his desk. Focusing on a picture of him and Tommie when they were kids, back when he still lived in Wales before his dad got the job in Manchester.
"And the vision," Matty continues, lifting his hands in the air in front of him, "Has me upfront, some super hot models on each arm," Adam laughs at that part, and Matty lets out what can be described as a giggle, "Then you on guitar, George drumming away, Ross with his bass... and Tommie, right there with us, strumming her guitar and singing our songs."
"She's not into that stuff, you know that. She's too shy."
"She is not shy."
"Matty, it took her six years to speak to any of you."
He shrugs, "She was younger then."
"The stage isn't the place she should be, she's not comfortable with it, don't force her."
He sighs, "Do you think she'll help us on the album? If this thing goes through and we get the deal, do you think she'll help?"
"Of course she will, she's been with us since the start-"
The door reopens and she walks in quickly, grabbing the hoodie she had left on side before leaving again. Matty and Adam share a look before following after her as she charges down the stairs and out the front door.
"Hey, Tommie, wait."
Adam runs out barefoot as Matty shoves on Mrs Hann's heels, stumbling after them, "Tommie, wait."
Adam catches her arm, brow-raising, "Where are you going? What's wrong?"
She sighs, taking in a deep stuttering breath to try and regain her own thoughts. Everything is a jumbled mess and she shakes her head quickly to focus her eyes.
"My father-"
"What happened?" Matty asks from behind them.
Tommie's voice catches in her throat when she sees him standing there and Adam turns around to him, "Go back inside, Matty."
"What's happened?"
"Just- go inside, Matty."
Adam turns back to Tommie, gripping her hand a little tighter, "What's he done?"
"He's threatening court," She shakes her head and scoffs, "He's not wanted nothing to do with me for fifteen years, Adam, why does he want me now? It seems like when I've stopped trying to have a dad is when he's wanted to be one."
She pulls away to step back, "I'm uh, going down the shop."
"Tommie, come back inside, we'll chuck a film on-"
"No, no, I want some sweets, be back in a bit."
"Tom..."
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"Hey."
She sighs slowly looking away from him as she hears his boots crunch on the gravel, "Go away, Healy."
He drops himself down beside her, looking out over the rugby pitch in front of them, the fence restricting the view of the local Wilmslow team trains.
They sit in silence, he doesn't say a thing after his initial greeting, just rests his elbows on his knees and keeps his gaze forward.
She taps her foot impatiently, kicking up dust and rocks as she plays with the strings of her hoodie.
"My dad, he never really stuck around," Tommie says suddenly, "He was there you know, picked me up every Wednesday, dropped me with my grandparents then went out, took me to football games on Sundays. But, it was more like a chore than him doing parent stuff."
"I uh, didn't know."
"I never realised he was a bad dad to me until my little sister turned three, two years ago. I was sitting in their living room. He came in from work, kissed his wife on the head, kissed my sister on the cheek, then sat at the table with my step-brother to help him with his homework before making dinner."
Matty doesn't open his mouth to say anything, which she's shocked by, he just listens, "I just sat there watching, and the entire time all I could think was that I wasn't worth the effort. He does everything for those kids, and I feel so bad because he's an absolutely amazing father to them. But then it makes me wonder, why couldn't he be that for me? Why couldn't he be there? Pick me up, make me dinner, help with my homework?"
She rubs at her nose with her sleeve and then shakes her head as she chuckles through the rising tears, "It's stupid."
"It's not stupid," He says quietly, his hand lifts and he hesitates to pat her back but settles on brushing some hair back from her face, "You have a right to feel that way."
She buries her head into her folded arms and grips her elbows as she breathes in deeply, breathing in the scent of the grass and dirt, focusing on the yells of the rugby players in the distance.
"Tommie, look at me please."
She sighs and lifts her head slowly, "I didn't know that. You don't," He pauses, not sure if he should say what he's thinking, not wanting to make the situation worse but he does anyway, "You don't talk about your family much. Just Adam and your grandparents."
She sighs, "You wanna know?"
"I-" He does, he really does. He wants to know everything.
"My single working mother and I live with my grandparents because we can't afford our own place. I'm the oldest sibling, by six years, of four, two brothers, one half, one step, and a half-sister. Don't talk to my dad much anymore, only once a month when he argues with his wife and remembers I exist, my youngest brother, JJ, he has a different mother too, dad speaks to him more than me but not much. He's the only sibling I speak to."
"Why don't you just move up here? For good?"
She sighs, "This is my last holiday up here, Healy."
"What?"
"I've got a job now, retail, it's awful but it's money, and I'm about to do my A levels-"
"You can still come up for the summer."
"And have a whole six weeks off work? I can't do that, I could barely have this week off to come up."
He sighs, "But, you were supposed to come up for your birthday this year. First birthday in Manchester."
She shrugs, tracing over the rips in her jeans, "Don't like my birthday anyway."
He gasps dramatically, hitting her shoulder, "Why? I love my birthday, getting presents and lots of attention, it's great."
"Not when you're the oldest sibling with broke parents." He tilts his head and she sighs, turning away from his gaze, "My mother's at work, most of the time my grandparents are too, and my dad hasn't remembered a birthday since I was five, that was only when my nannie was alive back then. He had her to keep her on track all the time. When she died, that's when it all went downhill."
"It is now my life's purpose to make you like your birthday."
She scoffs, "I'm not like you, Healy. Don't like big things and loads of attention, not made for it."
He shrugs, "It doesn't always need to be like that, it can be quiet, small things."
She shrugs again, then he goes back to the issue of her not coming up for the summer, "Why don't you just quit? Get a job up here for the summer then go back."
"It's not that easy, we need the money. And if I leave and they don't take me back, what then? And I can't risk worrying about that when I need to be focusing on school. If I don't focus on my results, I won't get into a good university, if I don't get into a good uni I can't get a good job. If I don't get a good job with a decent salary then- then I'll never get out. I'll never leave the stupid village and escape the past. I need to leave, Matty."
She runs her hands through her hair, burning her head into her knees. He moves his hand to rub at her back, careful not to startle her. He knows how she feels about touch and boundaries. But when she doesn't flinch and leans back into his touch, he lets his palm lay flat drawing circles into her hoodie.
"You're taking on too much."
She scoffs, "We don't all have rich parents."
He looks over at her now, watching her run both hands through her hair to tuck the stands behind her ears, "Is that what this is about, money? I can help-"
"No," She says quickly, regretting her little dig, "No, I don't want your help. You work hard for your money, in that shitty hippie cafe-"
"Shitty? It's many... questionable things, but it's not... that shitty."
She laughs a little and looks away, "What about the album?"
She sighs slowly, "Healy-"
"We're gonna get one, we are, I can feel it, one more gig, that guy, said he could get us signed up with a label if we record some EP's."
"I'm not in the band, that's your guys' things."
"You're a part of the band, Tommie."
"No, I'm not. I just sit in on your practices with you."
"Okay," He nods, "Answer me this," She hums, "Do you help us by playing guitar?"
"Well, sometimes."
"Yes or no questions."
"Yes."
He nods, "Do you come to every gig with us?- When you're here?"
"Yes."
"Every practice?"
"Yes."
"Did you let me steal some of your work for our songs?"
"Yes- what?"
He chuckles as she turns to look at him quickly, "What songs? What work?"
"My new songs," He says leaning away from her hand that reaches out to hit him, "And your poetry."
"You read my notebook?"
He catches her hand this time when she tries to hit him, "It was open."
"Open?"
"On the kitchen table, I just glanced... for a single second."
"I hate you so much."
She pushes him down, using his head to stand and starts walking away, he scrambles to his feet following after her, "It's really good, and I only borrowed one line."
"Which one?"
"Not telling."
She rolls her eyes, walking on and he has to jog to keep up with her long strides despite having a good few inches on her.
"Vogue."
"What?"
"Vanity Fair."
Then it dawned on her, "That was my best line, Healy!"
He giggles and runs off but she chases after him, shouting down the street, "I'm still not joining your shitty band."
He rolls his eyes, grabbing her arm to drag her towards the old shop in town, "Where are we going?"
"Shops, to cheer you up."
"Ooh," She rubs her hands together with a grin, "You gonna be my sugar daddy now, Healy?"
He swings an arm around her shoulder, smiling down at her, "Of course sugar baby, what do you want, a Ferrari?"
"More of a red bull girl. There's just something about Sebastian Vettel in that race suit." She makes a noise close to a moan and watches the redness spread up his cheeks.
"Well, I can't get you a Vettel, but I can get you something very close."
He moves the hand hanging loosely over her shoulder to push her glasses up her face and then cup over her eyes and a smile spreads across her face as she blindly walks along the path in front of them. "Jenson?"
"Nope."
He stops them, turning her with his hands still covering her eyes. He drops his hand and she looks up, raising a brow.
"Mr. Bolas."
"Even better."
They head into the old charity shop, glancing around the new boxes, Bolas looks up from his desk, peering over the top of his reading glasses.
"New box out the back, Healy."
"Thanks, Mr. Bolas."
Tommie waves at him and he sends a sweet smile before she's dragged by Matty down the old creaking stairs and into the storage room.
He lets go of her to sit crisscrossed in front of the box, taking out the old records one by one, "Ooh, you'll like this one."
She moves the old box of books to sit beside him, taking the old minted edition Black Sabbath record from his hands, "Holy shit, this is cool."
"Swapsies?"
She passes over the box of books she's yet to look in so she can look through the records as he looks through the books, picking out an old battered Tennesse Williams one.
"Hey, I'm doing that for A level this year."
"Have it."
She takes it from him flicking through, smiling at the little annotations someone has put in the play.
"I have his poetry book."
She looks at the Jack Kerouac book in his hand, "I think I've read some of that, it's good."
"Yeah?"
He flicks it open, looking through the book a little, "Woah, that's stupid."
He starts laughing and she nudges his arm so she can look, '1st June the 1975'.
"I've never seen anyone say 'the' before they write the year."
"That's weird, suppose we say it like that half the time though."
He hums in agreement, finger tracing over the words of the page, "1975, Jesus, this book is old."
"You getting it?"
He shrugs then shakes his head, "Nah."
"Fine, then I will."
She adds it atop her Streetcar Named Desire book pushing them aside as she goes back through the records, picking out a few more for herself and some old sixties ones for Adam.
"The 1975." He says again.
She rolls her eyes, "You're not going to shut up about that are you?"
"Nope."
He hears the chime of his phone and digs it out of his back pocket, flicking it open to see the text from the guy he used to go to school with.
"Ah, great." He grins down at the device, typing out a reply.
"What?"
He drags her to her feet, carrying her things for her, "This guy I used to go to school with is training to become a tattoo artist, he's the one that's done all ours. He has a free spot this afternoon."
"Are you getting another one?"
"Yeah, wanna come with?"
"Can I get one?"
"Can you forge your mother's signature?"
She nods without a second thought, "How'd you think I went on that skiing trip? Mam never would've let me go if she knew I needed permission."
He chuckles, putting the things on the counter to get scanned, and leans his side against the table, "What will you get?"
She shrugs, "I don't know, like a circle or something?"
"Why?"
She answers with another lift of her shoulders, "Or a box, like a little frame."
"Why?" He asks again.
"Well, I have like twenty minutes to decide on one. The shape is simple, easy. No pressure, and I can fill it later on, or cover it when I decide."
"What are you having?" She asks as they smile at Mr Bolas before taking the little paper brown bag full of their new stuff.
"Finishing off my we are king's tattoo."
She nods, "We should get a matching one."
"Like what?" She turns to him as he holds the door open for them to walk outside.
He looks up in thought, "1975."
She shakes her head, "That's really stuck with you, huh?"
He nods, "It's just so-" He trails off, "Weird."
He looks back down at her when he finishes and she shrugs, "Sure."
"Sure?"
"Why not?"
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"Look."
Tommie looks up from where she's waiting, tearing her eyes away from the George Orwell book in her hands to see Matty's freshly wrapped tattooed skin. Showing not one, but two new tattoos. '1975' then a large rectangle box, much like the one she'd decided to have.
"Are you joking?"
"What?"
She moves her arm to show her 'the 1975' tattoo on her wrist. "You said the."
"Well," He shrugs, sitting beside her, "It looked a bit silly."
She moves her untatted arm to punch at his one and he gasps when she hits the freshly inked skin. "Ow."
"Good," She turns away, "Now I look like an idiot. I don't even know anyone born in 1975."
"It's cool." He tries to reassure and he glances at him in the corner of her eye, "Cool?"
"Yeah... cool. Edgy. Modern."
He nods, more to reassure himself than her and turns away, "I'm sorry, it's still matching."
"Let's go before I kill you."
"You could never."
"I could," She shrugs, "And with the amount of criminal minds I watch, I could get away with it."
He nods in thought, "You know what else you could get away with?"
"Hmm?"
"Being in a really cool band."
She rolls her eyes, "Matthew..."
He sighs, "Come on, Tommie, why not? What's stopping you?"
"A lot actually, money, job, school, mam-"
He rolls his eyes, "You can still go to school, I mean, you've basically finished your GCSE's anyway."
"I'm not skipping out on my A levels, I have dreams, Matty."
"Dreams?"
She nods, "I want to be a writer, and do good things. My English teacher, she entered me in a poetry competition, if I win I get to publish my own book."
He watches the light rise in her eyes, her cheeks tint pink as she hides herself behind her hair, keeping her gaze low on the floor and tilting her head down so he can't see over the baseball cap.
"That's great, but what then?"
She looks up at him raising a brow, "You release a poetry book, it's good, yeah, but what happens to it? You die, grow old, then years later they study it in schools making kids hate it and not actually understand it, so what?"
"So what?"
"Turn it into songs, put it out there for people to study now, to enjoy, make music, let people feel what you feel-"
"They can do that with poetry too, you know."
"You love music, you're the biggest music geek I know despite your lack of any knowledge of anything outside of Arctic Monkeys-"
"Hey, I like the Cure too."
He ignores her comment and continues on, "You're the second best guitar player I know- after me of course- you can sing really good, don't deny it, I was at Mrs H's birthday I heard you-"
"I was drunk-"
"Still good."
She sighs and looks away from him, it's a sharp sigh, in and out quickly. Her hand grips the tote bag on her shoulder, the plastic wraps around her tattoos scrunching up and making an awkward uncomfortable sound.
"What if it goes wrong?" She asks, he closes his mouth at that watching her ginger eyebrow raise in question, "What if we spend years hopelessly putting out music for no one to like it, for nothing to happen, what if we're stuck living in a dingy van in the middle of a field because none of us have a single qualification between us to get a solid job?"
"That's a lot of what ifs," He says, then he grabs her hand, squeezing it, "But what if we made it?"
"Matty, I-" She sighs pausing in their walking to look up at him, "I'd love it if we made it, if we got to share your music with everyone, but, it's not me."
"But it can be."
"Matty."
She turns slowly, but he catches her arm, walking around her to stop her from going on, "No, listen please."
"I have only ever dreamed of one thing in my entire life," He says desperately, "One thing. This band, me, Hann, George, Ross and you, the five of us. Just like those summers in the shed."
She turns her whole head away and he moves to be in her line of sight, "Please, Tommie."
"I-" She sighs again, "I'll help. But, I'm not being in the band, but I'll help. I'll help Adam with guitar riffs and look over your lyrics if you want. I'll even let you borrow, with credit, some lines from my notebook."
"Great, welcome to the band."
"Not in the band."
"Tommie," He says sternly, "You've always been a part of the band."
~thank you for reading! part two is being published later on today with the next parts coming next week! Sorry that the first few chapters and slow and jumpy, just trying to get to the good parts
#matty healy#the 1975#matty healy x oc#matty healy imagine#matty healy x reader#adam hann imagine#adam hann x reader#show me yours matty healy#thanks for reading!
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top 10 songs of all time?
Changes everyday, but in no particular order some of my more consistent favorites are:
The front bottoms - Twin Sized Mattress
Car Seat headrest - Kimochi Warui *so many options here, but to pick one from this band...*
Tool - Lateralus
The Mountain Goats - Best Ever Death Metal Band Out of Denton
Phoebe Bridgers - I Know the End
Elliott Smith - King's Crossing
AJJ - People II The Reckoning
At this point I started to think harder about the songs that have meant the most to me throughout my life and as I've gotten older. For example, I like a lot of Bright Eyes songs more than First day, but that song has had way more impact on me. I play it all the time, the lyrics are permanently imprinted in my mind, and to me it's one of the most beautiful and vulnerable love songs ever written. With that in mind more and more "important" songs started coming to mind.
8. Alex G - Forever
9. Bright Eyes - First Day of My Life
10. Johnny Hobo - New Mexico Song
Now I have ten, that was easy.
Except...
I remembered that one Demarco song that makes me cry everytime I hear it. Got to include that. How many times have I listened to the Glow pt 2 during the summer? How could I leave off something from Porcupine Tree, the band that I once considered my favorite band of all time? So I kept going, through names and bands that I collect like emotional trophies, not wanting to leave anything out. They all mean so much, it's honestly pathetic. I used to hyperfixate on things like Zelda and Star Wars, then I found this shit and my brain chemistry has been altered ever since.
11. Mac Demarco - Moonlight on the River
12. Mitski - Texas Reznikoff
13. The Microphones - I Want the Wind to Blow
14. Pigeon Pit - Nights like These
15. Radiohead - Exit Music
16. The Crane Wives - Never Love an Anchor
Funny how quickly a song can feel like home. That Crane Wives song technically shouldn't even be here, I only heard it for the first time a few weeks ago. Yet maybe listening to it 30 times since qualifies it for consideration. Phoebe Bridgers has a lyric in one of her songs about wishing she had written something instead of the original artist, but she can't cause they said it first. So instead she'll learn their song and sing until the feverish inspired feeling fades away in a voyeuristic catharsis.
I think about that line constantly.
Also quickly want to mention here that I'm more of an album guy. I try to listen to full records to try an experience the full piece of art the creator made. So while no song off The Downward Spiral is on my list of favorite songs, that was and is one of the most impactful albums to me as a teenager.
17. Porcupine Tree - Arriving Somewhere but not Here
18. XTC - Dear God
19. Wilco _ I am trying to break your heart
20. NIN - Burn
21. Lucy Dacus - Night Shift
22. Haley Heynderickx - Oom Sha La La
23. Swans - New Mind
Swans was hard, because there were a few songs that meant a lot to me. But ultimately there wasn't one more visceral or frankly more evil sounding than New Mind. Love the themes, love the singing style, love the backing yells, love the industrial outro, love the faint organ, love everything about that damn song.
The list kept getting longer, and for each song I was writing a paragraph to explain my choice lol. After the first like 15 I decided to stop doing that for the sake of your eyes and for risk of sounding redundant. But a major thing I love about some of these songs are how inspirational they are. Twin Sized Mattress, Denton Metal Band, Story of an Artist, they all paint a picture of the type of person I want to be. The type of art I will always support. The thing I hope to one day inspire in other people.
When you punish a person for dreaming their dream don't expect them to thank or forgive you. The best ever death metal band out of Denton, will in time both outpace and outlive you.
Those words could honestly save someone's life, it's crazy.
24. A Perfect Circle - Three Libras
25. Deftones - Rosemary
26. Frank Ocean - Ivy
27. November Suite - The Tower
28. Daniel Johnston - Story of an Artist
29. Sloppy Jane - Jesus and Your Living Room Floor
30. Big Thief - Not
31. Tyler the Creator - Boredom
32. Duster - The Landing
33. The Velvet Underground - Sunday Morning
34. The Voidz - Human Sadness
35 - 108. System of a Down - (every song)
109. Death Grips - Beware
Okay, threw these and now dozens more names are crowding my brain, and this incredibly pretentious post must come to an end. Long story short, I only have one song left to share, but each of these song has a very personal connection to me. Certain ones (like that tool song) actually changed the way I look at the world and helped me through dark periods of my life.
Many of them inspire me, some of them are just beautiful in a broken and real sorta way, and all of them feel human. The art represents something bigger than itself and the ambition knows no bounds. These songs changed my world for the better, and if you read this you are now obligated to listen to all of them.
I could ramble about music till the end of time:)
finally
110. 100 Gecs - Money Machine
#indie music#we are legion#song ranking#the front bottoms#car seat headrest#the mountain goats#tool band#phoebe bridgers#elliott smith#ajjtheband#sandy alex g#bright eyes#johnny hobo and the freight trains#pat the bunny#mac demarco#mitski#sufjan stevens#didntmakethecut#sorry sufjan#better luck next year
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qsmp hcs because i am so normal and not hyperfixated
(consisting of mariana, slimecicle, jaunaflipa, tilin, philza, chayanne, missa but i will add some of other streamers once i catch up on them & if i don't get flamed by the qsmp community. once qsmp expands more i may make another one of these (i will make another one of these in 2 weeks i have no thoughts but qsmphELPME!11!!1!!))
(i also have added some hcs i've seen on tumblr/twitter because they're all i can think about. btw looking for qsmp friends plsplspls i'm so lonely)
qcharlie is a demon and has absolutely no idea of it and progressively gains little demonic traits everytime he makes a deal
meanwhile qmariana is an angel and hold onto your seats guys this one is an absolute shocker! has absolutely no idea of it
everytime something awful happens to charlie (jauna dies, brutally scrambles tilin) his humansona becomes a little more unstable and he gets a little more sloshy - overtime he becomes straight up oobleck and gunks up the smp
qcharlie was raised in an environment that seemed like hell and it's responsible for the fact he doesn't really know how to be dad (his dad treated him like shit) and he's had no examples of healthy romantic relationships
qcharlie and qmariana are absolutely head over heels for eachother they're just losers and find it hard to express it adequately or meaningfully (this does not make them any less dysfunctional and annoying but they are my parental figures your honor)
qcharlie sews and knits and sewed a trans flag into each of their iconic clothing (qmariana's cape thingy, qcharlie's hearts and jauna's bows) he does the same for tilin as soon as he finds out they have the binary of none
qcharlie has been plotting qmariana's murder but qmariana is blind to it and all he cares about is hot steamy gay minecraft sex. they remind me of something but i can't put my finger on exactly what so if you can think of it tell me HJAHA
qcharlie would ADORE radiohead (specifically "nice dream" and "no surprises") (yes i am projecting, yes he is my favourite person and yes he is the only member to me i cant take it anymore)
jauna has golden highlights from her revival (think revivebur but stop thinking about revivebur)
jauna has vitiligo
jaunaflippa is allergic to dandelions but she will not hesitate to give them a blow and makes a little wish (usually about wanting her mom and dad to get along and be happy)
the jauna family get their glasses mixed up so they have to go through trial and error to find which prescription is theres (this takes 30 minutes because qcharlie and qmariana typically fight to the death over it/j)
when tilin died, jauna shared half of their bow with qquackity and keeps it tied neatly around her tail as a sentiment to her best friend but sometimes you'll catch her wearing it on one of her fingers. usually her pinkie (pinkie promise) or index finer
qcharlie and qmariana don't know how to braid in contrast to qwilbur who has spent hours experimenting with talullah to style her hair
qwilbur gives talullah a little walkman(?) thing for talullah to customise and records her cute little songs for her to listen to on the tapes when he's away from home
when qwilbur comes back from his travels, he will never ever fail to comes back with stories to tell, oneofakind gifts for talullah, songs for talullah to sing when she misses him, etc because that is simply how he loves
there is always music coming from talullah and qwilbur's home and it always brings joy to those who pass even if for just a moment
talullah has albinism
tallulah is disabled (canon examples: she has a different model to the rest of the eggs, she's clumsy and a little slow, her wings are underdeveloped) (she's basically just like me fr)
qmissa and qphilza are literally eldritch creatures. they look like the mothman fucker. they are a terrifying duo. here's a perfect example
qmissa is like 9'5 and qphilza is 5'2
qphil tells qmissa about his giant wife who is the god of death and is beautiful and qmissa doesn't believe his platonic husband could pull (spoiler alert he is proven wrong)
chayanne despises qwilbur because qmissa can play guitar better
chayanne dyes his hair pink to match techno and/or wears a little skull. techno is his hero and he is JUST like him frfr
speaking of which, when chayanne first killed a mob, qmissa helped turn it into a skull mask like his own and techno's. chayanne feels more confident wearing it and therefore never takes it off / alternatively qmissa made him a little mask from chayanne's eggshell
chayanne's favourite time of the day is when qphil tells him stories about techno
chayanne is nv like the rest of the eggs but is definitely more vocal than tilin for example (flaps his hands, exclaims excitedly, laughs a lot)
talullah and tilin are twins
tilin is part of the qquackity x qcharlie club upon finding out about the millions of failed attempts of qcharlie trying to flirt with qquackity
i dont think tilin hates qcharlie for what he did but i think they sure make his life a living hell/t
also tilin and jauna are in heaven with techno and they all bully trump. they make a circle around his cowering body and run around in circles while holding hands (this is a joke but not really)
general hcs that apply to all members/eggs:
there's few resources for clothing so the egg parents pass down their clothes to their eggs and the eggs mixnmatch it
the eggs use sign language to communicate as well as signs and doodles or use those little tablets with tts that nv people often use to communicate
extra: techno because he's my favourite character and isn't even in the smp!11!!11!1
techno is a sort of spirit and haunts his family, especially chayanne. he watches over all of the eggs. he hears all the little stories phil tells about him to his eggs. he'll hear chayanne say something he'd say and he goes YOOOOOOOOOOOOO excitedly and goes THATS MY BOY!!! uncle techno takes the eggs in when they get scrambled. when chayanne and talullah died techno gave them their lives back because it broke his heart to see them die just like that.
#qsmp juanaflippa#qsmp tilin#qsmp#qsmp charlie slimecicle#qsmp wilbur#qsmp talullah#quackity smp#qsmp hcs#technoblade#qsmp techno#qsmp tílin#qsmp mariana#qsmp el mariana#qsmp slimecicle#please#this is all i can think about#ever#don't bully me#i am but a humble silly using tumblr for the first time ever/hj#thank you#if you have anything to add#please do#i am autism i am normal#ARHGHGHGHHGHGHGHGHGHG#sorry if these hcs are problematic/j#my brain is static except for minecraft eggs running around and hitting my braincells#sorry if i tagged wrong#charlie's brainrot#que ess em pee
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what I think the octonauts listen to
I feel like Shellington would listen to a lot of weezer, red hot chill peppers and like folkpunk and stuff like that, he just gives me those vibes/pos. but sometimes he listens to emo music when he feels like a angsy teenager again. (I’m sorry but I feel like shellington + dashi were scemo kids at one point)
I feel like Dashi would listen to nightcore. and twee pop (esp heavenly) + surf rock. I also think she likes MARINA and tv girl (I have never listened to tv girl, so take that w/ a grain of salt.) she also likes emo music as well. It makes her feel nostalgic. She introduced it to Shellington.
I feel like Tweak listens to acdc and stuff like that or maybe Green Day (im definitely projecting on her with this one) I also feel like she’d be a joan jett enjoyer. Oh and sublime. I’m picturing her dancing and singing along to “smoke two joints”
Peso I feel like listens to Spanish and edm music. And Beyoncé. He blasts all the single ladies at 3 am. (Which pisses off Kwazii, because Kwazii needs his beauty sleep.) he also blasts it while him and Shellington are driving. I also think he likes 80s music like David Bowie for example.
I feel like kwazii would love sea snantys and the spice girls (I had a dream where he was singing wannabe so it’s lived rent free in my brain ever since) and he also likes Sublime (blame tweak). And he also enjoys Green Day (blame paani + self projection.), he especially likes Longview bc he relates to it very heavily.
paani I feel like would be a rock (specifically like grunge, punk and metal + some other stuff) and uh. Rap rock. (like linken park) enjoyer. I also thinks he blasts green day’s entire discography. He also can and will sing the entirety of Radiohead’s “okay computer” album from memory.
captain barnacles just listens to whatever . he likes basically everything. But he
inkling likes jazz and oldies. and probably reggae :). I feel like he likes listening to bob marley ngl. And classical music.
oh and I feel like pinto likes Beyoncé. (Blame Peso) and one direction.
Koshi likes one direction and 90s and 2000s boy bands. she likes Backstreet Boys and NSYNC. Along w/ new kids on the block. She also adores musicals like Wicked.
The vegimals like basically everything but they enjoy Weezer very much (blame their nerdy ass dad/pos)
#kitty giggles#octonauts#octonauts headcanons#shellington#kwazii#paani#peso#captain barnacles#octonauts dashi#octonauts tweak#octonauts shellington#octonauts kwazii#tweak bunny#octonauts paani#paani octonauts#the vegimals
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Come Back To Me - Chapter Five
Billy Washington x OFC
[Masterlist]
Warnings: Language, Trigger Point (TV) Spoilers.
Author’s Note: We’re mostly with Ida for this chapter. A Washington (or three) may appear...
Word Count: 2.6K
Billy and Ida hadn’t spoken since their argument. She ran down the stairs from his flat, hunched over the steering of her car and let her hot tears spill over. Violent, full-body sobs ripped through her body. He’d said she looked nice. That she was perfect. That he didn’t want her anymore. Bitter anger mixed with her heartbreak and she looked up to his flat. There he was, silhouetted against the window, looking down at her. She jerked back and started the engine. Fine. If he wanted to shut her out, she’d make it easier for him. The streets were quiet. Ida pulled away from the curb and sped away.
A little over a week later, she was staring at her desk. Her grandad’s guitar, perfectly wrapped in dark blue paper, leant against the chair. While looking through old photos, months ago in her grandma’s loft one afternoon, she had come across the guitar in a tattered leather case. A few coats of varnish and a set of new strings later, it was as good as new. Better than that battered charity shop one of Billy’s anyway…
“I hope he gets as much enjoyment out of it as my George did,” Gwen had said. “And I hope you enjoy listening to it as much.”
It had been wrapped and ready for weeks. With ten minutes left until she had to leave, Ida was still undecided as to whether she should go. Whether he would want to see her.
“Come on, honey,” It was Sofia, who had offered to drive Ida to Billy’s. “Just pop in and say happy birthday. If he’s still being foul, I’ll be outside waiting to whisk you away! And if he’s realised what a knob he was, even better!”
“And if he needs is head knocking against something, let me know.” Faisal called from the lounge.
Ida looked at Sofia, all bright and sunny in her favourite summer dress. She stood up and put her arm around the taller woman’s shoulders, placing a gentlest kiss to her temple. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“Come on,” Sofia replied, nodding to the guitar. “Let’s get this over with.”
The late morning sun was heavy and oppressive and, after a week of feeling little other than despair, Ida welcomed it. The girls drove around the outskirts of London with the windows down and their hair flowing. Sofia blasted classics through the radio; Britney, Shania, Aretha, Destiny’s Child. For a brief moment, Ida wondered if Billy had been listening to Oasis, Nirvana or Radiohead. Then she thought, fuck him, and carried on singing at the top of her lungs.
By the time they pulled up outside Billy’s flat, Ida’s hair was wilder than usual, her heart was hammering and she felt like she could conquer the world. Val and Jeff Washington were sat in the car opposite, and Val gave Ida a little wave. Lana pulled in, her black brick of a car blocking the sun from Sofia’s. Sofia patted Ida’s leg. “You’ve got this! I’ll be right here if you need me.”
Ida greeted the Washingtons; Lana with a hug and Val a kiss on the cheek. Jeff pointed to the guitar and said, “Let me guess, bottle of wine?” He chortled to himself and moved to unlock the door. Ida followed them up the carpeted stairs into Billy’s flat, careful to avoid hitting the guitar on the walls of the narrow stairway. She took a shaky breath and stood a little taller. Here goes…
“Billy? Wake up.” Lana shouted into the flat, already assuming he was still be in bed. “What a shit tip,” she added, glancing at the kitchen.
Val, carrying the cake into the lounge, said in a sing-song voice, “Where’s the birthday boy?” Ida followed and set the guitar by the sofa.
“I’ll wake the lazy sod up,” said Lana before calling his name.
“If you can’t lie in on your birthday, when can you?” Ida said, and Val nudged her shoulder with a smile.
“Oh look, he started the party without us,” Jeff kicked a beer bottle with his foot, his voice somewhere between pride and disgust. Ida imagined Jeff at Billy’s age; a boring young man with an old head on his shoulders, trying to woo sweet Val with cheap aftershave and flowers from the garage forecourt.
“Well, that’s typical,” Lana entered the lounge. “He’s not here.”
“I told you we should have called first,” Jeff said to Val, who in turn held out a placating arm to him.
“He’s obviously had people round,”
“Maybe him and Becky have gone out for a birthday surprise!” Val said cheerily.
Ida and Lana’s eyes snapped to each other. As if reading the hatred Ida held for Becky in her eyes, Lana spoke quickly. “I doubt it mum. Think them two have split up for good now,”
“What?” Val seemed genuinely upset; she always saw the best in other people, which Ida admired. “He never said,”
“Well he wouldn’t, would he?” replied Lana. Ida sighed.
“His car’s gone and all-“
“Oh, that’s a shame about Becky.” Val said as Ida bristled. Not noticing, Val continued to Lana. “How did he seem when you last saw him?”
“Er, mardy? Confused?” Lana scoffed. Ida glared at her.
“No change there, then.” Jeff added. Ida caught him under her eyes too, and he turned back to the window. Each of them was silent for a few moments, unsure of what to do. Ida didn’t want to speak. Never before had she felt so uncomfortable in Billy’s flat. Without Billy here, and without the warmth she usually felt at coming to see him, Ida felt she was intruding in someone else’s life. The only thing anchoring her to reality was the other Washingtons and their whinging. She took a deep breath.
“Bloody hell, what’s that!?” Val pointed to the floor. The bandage that Ida had replaced around Billy’s knuckles lay amongst a pile of dirty clothes.
“It’s a bandage,” Lana grabbed it before her mother could reach it. “He cut his hand a couple of days ago.”
“When?”
“A couple of days ago.”
Christ. The only thing worse than listening to your family argue, is listening to other people’s families argue. Ida fiddled with the hem of her skirt, thinking of excuses to leave and get back to Sofia.
“It was after Nut’s funeral,” Lana said, defeated. “He got absolutely battered. He’d had too much to drink, and he ended up smashing a window and he got arrested-”
“Arrested!?” Ida shut her eyes. Imaginary images flashed through her mind. Billy, drunk and angry, slamming his fist through the glass of the butchers’. Slamming his fist into the wall by her head. Leaning his body against hers…
“Yes dad,” said Lana. “But he didn’t want you to worry, so I promised I wouldn’t say.” Ida smiled.
“You promised you wouldn’t say.” Val said. It wasn’t a question.
“Come on, mum,” Ida’s eyes were dashing between the three Washingtons.
“What’s going on?” Val straightened and narrowed her eyes at her daughter.
“Nothing, mum. Please, stop worrying. Billy’s not turned up to his own party, what’s new?” Jeff laughed in response and a pulse of electricity jolted Ida.
“Shut up.”
All three Washingtons stared at her, stunned into silence.
“Ida?” Whichever one of them said it, Ida didn’t know.
“Just shut up!” she hissed from her seat on the sofa.
“Now just a minute, Ida. What’s brought this on?” Jeff took a step forward.
“It’s no wonder Billy’s not here,” she gestured around the flat. “I’d have run a mile too if I knew you lot were coming over. Some fucking birthday party you make.”
“Ida!” That was Lana.
“Lana.” Ida replied sarcastically, standing up to face her. Val laughed in uncomfortable disbelief and looked at her husband. Jeff took an awkward step forwards, hands out, seemingly scared of making any sudden movement in case Ida attacked him.
“It’s not the first time he’s not told us what he’s up t-” Jeff tried, but Ida cut him off.
“Can you blame him?” Ida whirled round. Billy was the tallest of the Washingtons by a long way. Her face was level with Jeff’s as she stared him down. “When was the last time you took the remotest interest in him? And not about whether he has a job or not!” Ida added as Jeff opened his mouth and shut it again like a goldfish. Not one of them answered. “WELL?”
Silence.
“Shall I tell you how he is, seeing as you asked earlier, Val? He’s not feeling ‘mardy’ or ‘confused’, for a start. He’s scared and hurt and angry. If you paid any attention to him, you’d know that bitch and him haven’t been good for a while.” Val gasped at Ida’s language but she carried on. “He’s applied for job after job. No one wants him apparently. Not work, not Becky, not you lot. All he’s ever wanted to do is make you proud! He never wanted to join the army, you know? He only tried because he saw how happy it made you when Lana did!”
“He could have gone his own way,” said Jeff.
“Yeah, he didn’t have to do exactly what I did-” added Lana, but Ida bent double and roared into her fists. They didn’t get it.
“Do you know who could tell you about Billy, Jeff?” Ida was shouting now. “Hm? My grandma could. Do you know how many times he came over after you’d given him a bollocking? Billy knows that Lana is your favourite. We all do. He’s not stupid, and you’re fucking SHIT at hiding it.” She jabbed a finger at him, her hair whipping around her red face. Jeff was too stunned to speak. Clever, quiet little Ida had never risen her voice to anyone. Well, what the fuck did he know?
“Don’t you shout at them,” Lana bellowed. Ida turned on her the second she spoke.
“I know you’re used to bossing people around and getting your voice heard, Lana, but you can’t do that with me.” Lana looked like she’d been slapped. “He idolised you! He thought you’d always have his back, but you’ve been a fucking shit sister these last few years.” Tears were beginning to prick at her eyes. Ida knew she must look mad but my God this family brought it out of her. When she continued, her voice wobbled with years’ worth of hurt and anger.
“Do you know what I’d give to have a family? For gran to have her kids back? To have my parents back, and maybe some siblings too? Some fucking family you lot are. When was the last time you took an interest in him, Lana, and stopped treating him like a child?”
“Well, maybe if he didn’t act like one-” Ida laughed madly at Lana’s reply. “He’s been charged with racially aggravated assault, Ida.”
“I’m not excusing him, Lana!” she shouted over Val’s gasp. “But I’m the only one that’s tried to help him, rather than cast him out further.” Val was crying now and Ida could not bring herself to feel any pity. “CHRIST! THIS FUCKING FAMILY!” She screamed, grabbing her bag and heading to the door. “In the unlikely event that you see Billy before I do, tell him I’m gonna kill him, yeah?”
SLAM
The sound of the door slamming behind her rang around the building as she tore down the stairs and out the front door. Sofia, the legend that she was, already had the engine running.
“Thought I was gonna have to come up,” she said as Ida sat in the passenger seat. “Billy not a fan of the guitar then?” She added as a joke.
“He’s not in,” Ida rubbed her face. “Is it twelve yet?”
“Pub it is.”
*
After a pint or three with Sofia in the pub garden, Ida made her way to the nearest tube station and caught the train to her grandma’s. She let herself in and, a little drowsy from the heat and alcohol, poured herself a glass of water. It was then that Gwen entered the kitchen.
“Hiya, love! This is a nice surprise.” She kissed her granddaughter’s cheek and set about making sandwiches, as though she knew Ida hadn’t eaten yet. Ida watched her move about the kitchen, apron tied around her waist, gardening gloves left on the table.
“Cuppa?”
“I’ll do it, Gran.”
In silence, the two went about their tasks. That was until Gwen spoke again. “Something on your mind, Ida?”
“It’s just the heat,”
Gwen hummed. “Billy popped over this morning.”
Ida placed the mugs on the kitchen table as her grandma did so with the sandwiches and looked at her. How did she know? Ida didn’t speak, only waited for her grandma to continue. The older woman removed her apron and sat down. “I wasn’t expecting to see him on his birthday,” Gwen said.
“We went over this morning but he wasn’t there. Didn’t realise you’d stolen him from us.”
Gwen laughed a little and said, “Well, not to worry, I didn’t tell him about the guitar.”
They cheersed their mugs, and Ida took a bite of her sandwich. “Did he say what he was up to today?” she asked, trying to sound casual though her heart burned to know.
“Don’t talk with your mouthful. Said he’s off to see some mates, maybe catch the footie?” Gwen watched her granddaughter, and when she didn’t say anything, added. “What’s happened with you two, hey?”
Ida coughed and set her sandwich down. “Nothing,”
“Oh, don’t lie to me Ida. I know you better than you do.”
Ida looked at her grandma’s kind, concerned face, and her lips started to tremble. God, she was sick of crying. “He doesn’t want me anymore, Gran.” The heartbreak she had been carrying over the last week burst out of her and she lay her head on the table.
“Oh my darling,” Gwen cooed, standing to rub Ida’s hair. “Come on, come on.” She pulled her hand and led her into the sun of the garden. Change of scenery, change of mood, Gwen told Ida as a child. She dusted off the worn, wooden bench and patted the space next to her for Ida. Not long after they sat down Tiggy, Gwen’s decrepit tabby cat, came to sit on their laps and soak up the July sun. With each stroke of Tiggy’s mottled fur, and her grandma’s through her hair, Ida’s breathing returned to normal.
“I don’t think you’re right about Billy,” Gwen said gently.
“He told me!”
“Don’t interrupt. Shall I tell you why I think he came to have a cup of tea with the old biddy next door for his birthday?” Ida laughed lightly and nodded for her to continue. “I think it reminded him of when you were children. The amount of times you two were sat at that table, covered in mud from running around Cranstead, stuffing sandwiches in your mouth so you could get back to playing. I don’t think he wants rid of you, Ida. I think he needs you more than ever. He needs his best friend.”
Notes: Sofia, Faisal and Gwen are the miracles everyone needs in their life. Really enjoyed writing Ida going off at the Washingtons. That’s where the idea for this whole story started; a little scene of someone bashing their heads together.
Next chapter we’re back with Billy. Strap in because we’re getting to That. Point. very soon. I'm getting to writing it straight away because it's the only thing getting me through this sickness bug.
Tags: @jessssica1234 @anditsmywholeheart @bookwyrmsblog @phantomontheinternet @aemonds-wifey @slytherincursebreaker @valerie977 @i-killed-ramsey
#ewan mitchell#billy washington#ewan mitchell x reader#trigger point#trigger point series#billy washington x oc#aemond x reader
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A few sweet things about Lynn and Adam‘s relationship in the Mother Mary AU:
- As a kid, Adam had a stuffed dragon that Lynn had made herself for him with the intent of making him feel safe at night. But, Adam didn’t scare easily as a child, and so, more often than not, Lynn would wake up to find Armageddon (name chosen by Adam) at the foot of her bedroom door, guarding her. If she tries to bring it up to Adam now, he will deny ever doing it, insisting that the dragon moved by itself.
- Adam shares a love of horror movies with his mother: Lynn’s favourite is Nightmare on Elm Street and Adam’s favourite is the Blair Witch Project. They have a lot of lighthearted disagreements about the best horror tropes and the most iconic horror characters.
- Baking is something else they share a love for. Adam began helping his mum with cakes and the likes when he was seven, usually just weighing out ingredients or passing her stuff but, as the years have passed, he’s gotten incredibly good at baking by himself, and it’s typical of them to host their own mini bake off when they have the time.
- Lynn was insistent on keeping a height chart for Adam, something to add to every year or half a year depending. Looking at it makes her feel that bittersweet kind of nostalgia, especially seeing her son shoot up past her. She still has no idea where he got his height from, because it certainly wasn’t from her and it certainly wasn’t from Jude.
- When he was younger, Lynn would have to crouch down to kiss her son’s forehead before he went off to school, now, she has to be on her tiptoes to reach him, and god forbid she do it in public, he’ll start trying to shove her away (he tries and fails to hide his smile)
- If you could not tell he is a momma’s boy through and through. That’s his mum and if you talk shit about her then you better start running.
- Music plays a big role in their relationship as well, and almost all of his music taste came from his mother and the kind of songs she’d put on in the mornings, singing to them with a hairbrush. His love for Radiohead? That’s on her. Bon Jovi as well is another one (maybe based on the fact that’s a band I love because of my own mum so. Bon Jovi be upon them.) This love of music is also why he and Jonah became friends!
That’s about it for now. I had more, however I cannot formulate the words for them right now, perhaps I shall later.
Mother and son be upon ye!
#the mandela catalogue#tmc#tmc au#mother mary au#lynn murray#adam murray#I’m. very normal about them
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Show you off Pt. 1
pairing: modern!Eddie x Sinclair sister
warning: breeding kink, unprotected sex, fingering(fem) receiving, masturbation, light angst, mentions of racist comments. A very horny Eddie Munson because that’s how much he loves his girl. Minors DNI
word count: 2k
a/n: HIIIIII MUTHA FUCKAS DID YOU MISS MEEE? (Lizzo voice)
Sometimes Eddie wonders how she got so lucky to be with someone like Devina Sinclair. Hawkins High School was anything but wonderful, especially for people like them. A Black girl, with a love for books and a nerdy chaotic metalhead. Eddie had no interest in books, unless it was fantasy, but more specifically The Hobbit. Devina had no interest in metal, maybe soft rock, or R&B; unlike most couples that had nothing in common, they were able to meet each other in the middle.
Eddie had taught Devina how to play guitar all summer long back in high school, the boys were getting jealous that he was spending more of his time with her, than with his actual band. “Well if you two had girlfriends, maybe you wouldn't have to wait for me all the time.” He would tease them, but he was right, the way Gareth and Jeff explained it, Eddie practically saved them from the vultures like some God in fifth grade. They had been stuck to his side ever since, eventually they went their separate ways after high school.
No matter how much she tried to coax him, Eddie still took no interest in books, but he loved it when she read to him. They’d lay in bed together, their bodies tangled, the curtains drawn, and her soft feminine voice lulled him to sleep like a baby every time. It was on a day like this when Eddie learned his baby could sing, and boy could she sing her ass off. Once she thought he was sleeping, her voice would shift into a hushed humming of whatever song popped into her head.
“When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye. You’re just like an angel, your skin makes me cry.” She sang quietly, while stroking Eddie’s hair, his eyes popped open, but he didnt move. Radiohead is one of his favorite bands, but he’s sure he hasn’t mentioned that before.
“Okay, two questions: 1. Who the hell taught you that song, and 2. When did you start singing? I need to know this information.” Eddie sat up from his spot between her thick thighs, suddenly he had the energy of a golden retriever.
“No one taught me that song, I’ve been a fan for a while, and I’ve alway been a singer…just in my own time. I thought you knew this?” Devina giggled when Eddie's eyes widened as large as plate saucers, his lips pulled back into a wide bright smile, and his brown eyes watched her with a mischievous look in them.
“No Eddie.” Devina began to pull away from him, but he wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into him closely so that she couldn't get away.
“Please Please Please come on stage tonight Vina. I want to show the world how amazing you are, you deserve it.” His voice lowered into a whisper, and his bottom lids brimmed with tears. He does this to her every time he has to ask her to do something she’ll most likely say no to. She doesn't cave in right away, after a while though she ends up saying yes.
He loves showing off his girl, any chance he gets Eddie brings her up in all of his interviews, or just regular conversation. When he does live shows she'd be standing directly in the front supporting him, and at the end of the shows Eddie would always shout her out. If he was more tech savvy he would probably post you all the time, but just watching you scroll through Instagram made him feel overwhelmed.
“Eddie dont give me that look, I’m sure your fans care nothing about me, they didn't pay to see me. They paid for Eddie Munson.” Devina groaned, some of his fans already gave her an ear full over social media. At one point it had gotten so bad that she had to just turn her comments off on all platforms. When you live in a bubble like Devina, one isn't quite aware of how shitty the world is until something happens directly to you.
“Babe, you know I don’t care what those people say, I love you.” Eddie proclaimed, he claimed on top of her, and held her arms above her head. His face leaned in closer to her, their lips grazing each other, she could smell the sweet scent of raspberries from the cheesecake they scarfed down a little over an hour ago.
“Yeah, but I care, Eddie, the things they say…they’re saying them to me, not you.” Devina argued, she knew he was hurt by some of the fans behavior, the way he saw it, Devina is an extension of him. However, there’s only so much of the insults that he could directly relate to, like the racist comments for example. She could recall a few times people have commented under her post with Eddie, calling her different variations of a “Fat monkey”, but she’s never told him about those.
“Baby girl…I know what it’s like to be bullied, the only reason why I wasn't thrown in trash cans in high school is because I hit a growth spurt by the time I reached 10th grade. That, and people thought I was using DnD to cast spells and summon the Devil. That’s not the point though.” Eddie took a breath, the warm air fanning out over Devina’s face, she remained quiet, he got deep in thought during conversations like this.
“For a while I’ve been letting you deal with these issues on your own, I guess I just didn't want to make you feel like I was babying you. But that’s about to change right now, you’re my girl, my love, my life. I guess what I’m saying is, I got your back Devina Sinclair. There is no way you’re going to be sitting back in my shadow when you’ve got your own sunshine. So please, please, pretty please, sing for me tonight.” Eddie begged, his hands slid down her arms to cup her round face, Devina brought her legs up to wrap around his waist.
“Only if you promise to be on stage with me?” she tried to bargain, though Eddie didn’t need much convincing from her, whatever Devina asked for the answer is always yes. Her hands slid underneath his undershirt, she lightly drug her nails down his stomach. He’s been in the gym a lot more than usual over the past few months, Devina is starting to notice how much more his muscles have become more defined. She’s not mad at it at all, she loved her DnD king either way.
“Sweetheart you could ask me to jump off a bridge and I do it, yes, I’ll be on stage with you.” Eddie moaned lightly as Devina's hands reached into his boxers, her hand wrapped around his thick shaft. Slowly she stroked him, Eddie trailed kisses from her lips, down her neck, and down between her breasts. He placed one hand next to her head to hold him up, and the other hand reached between her panties. Two of Eddie's fingers gently slipped into the warmth of her flower, which was already slick with her natural sap.
“Look at you, fucking perfect. And you’re all mine, isn't that right Devina.” Eddie cooed, his fingers slipped out, slipped over her clit, and back in one more time before he pulled himself out of his boxers.
“Fuck Eddie, yes I’m only yours.” She moaned as he slid into her slowly, Eddie fucking Munson, a monster of a dick if she did say so herself. He’s probably the biggest she’s ever had, and the best. Always so careful as to not hurt her, always knowing the right way to please her, he knew her body language like no other. The girth of him stretched her deliciously, he leaned back a little to get the right angle which had Devina’s back arching deeply. One leg at his side, and her other held in the air as Eddie gripped her ankle.
“That’s right baby, keep fucking squeezing me, I love it.” He moaned gruffly, nothing turned him on more than watching how Devina keeps herself healthy for him. Not that she was on a strenuous diet or anything, because he loved how soft, and plushy she is. But he knew that she liked to do a lot of self care, and beauty stuff. The bathroom is filled with fancy feminin hygiene products, and the fridge is packed with lots of fruits, and veggies. She keeps everything waxed, soft, and clean. His Devina is soft from the inside out, perfect, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.
“Devina sweetheart, this pussy is gonna kill me one of these days, you want me to come inside you baby? Say it out loud for me.”
“You know I want your cum baby, please, I love it when you fill me up.” The sound of her soft pleads, caressed Eddie's ears, and sent a shiver down his spine. There’s something so…mischievous about Devina, she has this side of her that is angelic, sweet. Then there are times she will say the nastiest things to him in private only to be heard by him. It drove him wild, the way she interacts with others, versus the way she interacted with him, it’s like she’s two different people.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, baby.” Eddie lowered himself onto her, the weight of him pressing Devina further into the bed, both her legs up over his shoulders, and their breathing escalated as he began to pound into Devina at a steady rhythm.
“Just like that baby, give me all that dick!” Devina shouted into Eddie's ear, he loved to hear her like this, not a single care in the world. Her words encouraged him further as he dug into her plush soft lips as far as he could go. Suddenly the thought of Devina with a large pregnant belly sparked in his mind, a sensation of butterflies rippling through his stomach brought him closer to an intense orgasam.
“Fuck Devina, I wanna give you every-fucking-thing. Can I do that, baby?” Eddie groaned, so close already, he couldn’t handle holding on any more. Her lips sucked gently on the base of her neck, and then trailed kissed up to his earlobe where she nibbled, flicked with her tongue.
“Give it to me baby.” Devina whispered lustfully, at the same time Eddie pulled all the way out to the tip, and thrusted back into her with all his might. His creamy hot load came spilling out into Devina, Their groans, and whines of pleasure mixed together as Eddie continued to pump in her, the gooey feeling becoming somewhat addicting. He had to do this again tonight, and the thought of it would never leave his mind until then.
The both of them laid there like that, arms, and legs tangled around each other. The air of their breathing, mixed with the scent of sex lingered in the room. Even when Eddie went soft again, they continued to lay like that until Devina had fallen asleep, and he really didn't want to wake her. After that they both needed a shower.
“You go first, if I go in with you this time, I won't make it to tonight's show.” Eddie chided, Davina giggled, kissed him on the lips, and rolled out of bed. Before she could get too far away, he turned over, and smacked her on the ass watching the way her cheeks jiggle. He ran his fingers through his curly hair getting turned on all over again, so he did what he always did when he got horny, and Devina wasn't around. He leaned back onto the bed, and wrapped his hand around himself, he closed his eyes imagining Devina on top of him with her round pillowy butt cheeks bouncing on him. He had endless lewd and explicit photos of Devina on his phone, but was too lazy to reach for it. Instead he reached for the pair of discarded cotton panties she just took off. A fresh musk scent left behind, and a tiny wet stain in the center.
“Shit this girl is gonna be the death of me.” Eddie moaned as he continued to stroke himself, though he wished this could last longer, he made quick work of it. After a few more pumps with his hand, Eddie is coming again into his hand, but it wasn't as quite exciting as coming into Devina.
“Alright rock star, showers all yours.” She appeared out of a haze of shower steam like a goddess, Eddie felt his dick jump, clearly it thought that they were going to get some more pussy. As much as he would like to comply, priorities must be at the top of the list. He sighed heavily, but still dragged himself out of bed, and got ready for his night.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x plus size reader#eddie munson x curvy!black!reader#eddie munson x black!oc#sinclair!reader
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“It’s so awkward that these girls agree to stunt with Harry probably thinking they’re truly selling it while doing the exact same thing all of Harry’s supposed exes…”
It reminds me my first ever crush/boy I fell in love so badly for the very first time when I was 15. Even we never officially dated, we had many nice dates and he even drove me home few times so I was thinking how special and priviledged I am in his girl-friends list before I found out I wasn’t the only one who was this special and found out at least 2 other girls who fell in love with him thinking there’s something more between them. But at least I didn’t have to pay for anything lol
Bahahaha! I’m so sorry that it happened to you, but thank God you found out. I knew a dude once who had the reputation of singing and playing “Creep” by Radiohead on his guitar as a romantic gesture. His exes and flings he parallel sang it too were all laughing about it behind his back.
For Harry, he’s about to become more famous for dating woman after woman in the same manner than for his actual craft. 🙄 I’m sure his team is aware of the patterns and will try to keep some to calm down his fanbase (us?) but eventually they will try gradually make his dating life more interesting than “she’s wearing his accessories” or “Anne liked her IG”.
It’s going to be interesting to see how that change is going to effect his latest stance on publicly dating:
“Sometimes people say, 'You've only publicly been with women,' and I don't think I've publicly been with anyone. anyone.”
“If someone takes a picture of you with someone, it doesn't mean you're choosing to have a public relationship or something.”
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Marika Hackman — Big Sigh (Chrysalis)
Photo by Steve Gullick
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Marika Hackman’s “No Caffeine” is a cool temperature frenzy, stylish and poised and clinging to a ledge by its fingernails. The artist sings with a clean, uninflected purity about COVID lockdown induced psychosis, her voice a balm but the lyrics anything but soothing. “Occupy your mind, don't stay home/Talk to all your friends, but don't look at your phone/Scream into a bag, try to turn your brain off/
Make an herbal tea, don't throw up,” she chants, serene despite the agitated pulse of bass, the skittery angst of snare that push the song forward. It’s close to diva pop, especially in the chorus, but of a particularly unhinged variety. The slick of pop, the raw of self-immolation sit right next to each other in a fascinating bipolar opposition.
As the single intimates, Marika Hackman had a rough time in the early 2020s and is just now making her way back. The artist was on a roll in 2020, hot off the release of her breakout Any Human Friend and finished with a tour (the last date was March 5, 2020, just before the lockdown started). But like many artists, she found the combination of anxiety, isolation and tedium anathema to creative progress. She couldn’t write for months. A covers album, with stripped down, drum-machine, acoustic guitar and keyboard versions of Radiohead, Elliott Smith, the Shins and Grimes songs, served as a reset, and now comes Big Sigh. It’s a very good set of songs, sleek and wrenching at the same time.
I like the wobbling uncertainty of the guitar riff on the title track, an off-balance lick that reminds me faintly of Nirvana. Like Cobain & Co., Hackman has a way of careening from skin-flaying self-scrutiny to raging pop choruses, though she cloaks both extremes in a chilled, premeditated prettiness. “Hanging” though nearly whispered and couched in introspective piano chords, puts a luminous coating on dysfunction and disease. The verse fairly shimmers, but the imagery in it is brutal. Croons Hackman, “I'm going home to intubate/'Cause every time we talk I suffocate/Remember when you said I'm a disease/And how you'd like to kill me in your dreams.”
You can trace Hackman’s lineage through a lengthy list of songwriters who have made art out of women’s suffering — Fiona Apple and Courtney Love, come to mind, but also Sinead O'Connor — but that doesn’t lessen the pull of Big Sigh. Here’s an artist who’s been through the fire and came out different, damaged and beautiful.
Jennifer Kelly
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Every time Matty Healy opens his mouth, somebody gets annoyed. Long before his rumoured relationship with international sweetheart Taylor Swift, Healy, the lead singer of the massively irritating pop band The 1975, had mastered the art of winding people up. He has a supple singing voice and is a decent songwriter: but his true vocation, across his decade-plus career, has been treading on strangers’ toes. He’s the Bob Dylan of raising your blood pressure.
Until recently, this was an accepted fact, and nobody cared that he was a bit of an idiot. It was his calling card. You went to see The 1975 because you were partial to their slick, saxophone-fuelled pop – imagine if Radiohead woke one morning and decided they wanted to be a Level 42 covers band – but also because there was a fair chance Healy might do something ludicrous. As he did when he brought his tour to Dublin earlier this year and, in response to an annoying audience chant of “Olé, Olé, Olé,” told 14,000 Irish fans that they were “a simple people”.
Nobody booed; if anything, the crowd lapped it up. Later in the show, Healy, 34, had a slight meltdown and started swinging the mic stand around. In a world where many male rockers want to be a variation of Chris Martin – the colour beige in human form – how refreshing to see a vast, preening ego imploding for our entertainment.
You were reminded that Healy grew up in an acting family: his father, Tim Healy, starred in Auf Wiedersehen, Pet and Benidorm, and his mother, Denise Welch, is best known as Natalie Barnes from Coronation Street. She’s also done panto – and clearly, some of that knockabout energy has filtered down to her son.
What a rollercoaster ride it was watching him in concert. In between these two extremes of sneery git and man-falling-to-pieces, Healy had briefly addressed the audience. “There’s a story [in the papers] calling me a Nazi tomorrow,” he said. “This is true.”
It was indeed true. Healy had been waving his arms earlier in the tour, and a few tabloids had decided he was giving a Hitler salute. The controversy was ludicrous and flamed out. But another online storm has followed Healy around - and has been intensified by his supposed romance with Taylor Swift. It concerns the New York rapper Ice Spice, whom Healy is accused of mocking in a podcast.
He addressed these claims in a new interview with The New Yorker, which seems to have been commissioned not because of The 1975’s streak of decent albums but because he’s been in the audience of Taylor Swift’s US tour (with Swift having joined The 1975 in London in January).
The singer hadn’t insulted Ice Spice but had laughed when the podcast hosts described her as an “Inuit Spice girl” and a “chubby Chinese lady”. The 23-year-old rapper is, in fact, of African-American and Dominican heritage. The details are obviously irrelevant: it’s self-evidently unacceptable to turn someone’s ethnicity or appearance into a punchline.
Healy had, as was only proper, later apologised publicly – saying he didn’t want Ice Spice, real name Isis Naija Gaston, to think he was a “d---”. But that horse had bolted.
He’s shallow, then – but he has depths. Healy is blisteringly honest about his mental health on The 1975’s 2022 LP, Being Funny In A Foreign Language album as well as reflecting on his years of heroin addiction and his romantic split from singer FKA Twigs.
“Oh, I don’t care if you’re insincere / Just tell me what I want to hear,” he sang on All I Need To Hear, a ballad about his need for human support and connection following a reported breakdown. Later, the Cheshire-raised singer said that it was easier “as an English northern person, to be sardonic in the face of something sincere”. The argument he makes on the new LP is that it’s okay to be corny and fake, if your motives are pure.
He has also gleefully played with ideas of masculinity. On the group’s latest tour, Healy sings against briefly projected images of Prince Andrew and of controversial kick boxer-turned-influencer Andrew Tate, whose toxic machismo Healy appeared to skewer.
But in the New Yorker interview, Healy made the broader point that most of the online controversy he has whipped up over the years has been illusory. In an uncharacteristic display of humility, he explained that people don’t think about him that often.
“It doesn’t actually matter,” he told The New Yorker. “Nobody is sitting there at night slumped at their computer, and their boyfriend comes over and goes, ‘What’s wrong, darling?’ and they go, ‘It’s just this thing with Matty Healy.’ That doesn’t happen.”
What about those people who were genuinely offended, wondered The New Yorker? “You’re either deluded or you are, sorry, a liar. You’re either lying that you are hurt, or you’re a bit mental for being hurt. It’s just people going, ‘Oh, there’s a bad thing over there, let me get as close to it as possible so you can see how good I am.’ And I kind of want them to do that, because they’re demonstrating something so base level.”
Swift and Healy have yet to go on the record with their romance – though Swift has gone public with her admiration for Ice Spice, with whom she recorded a new version of her single Karma. But even without confirmation, the very idea of Swift being with an unreconstructed wind-up merchant of Healy’s calibre has vexed a segment of her fanbase, who have urged her to “actively engage in this process of personal and social transformation”.
This touches on the wider issue of how much say fans should have in the personal lives of pop stars (answer: none at all). It also confirms that Healy is a throwback to an older kind of pop star. There was a time when being outrageous wasn’t a career killer – it was part of the job description. Whether it was Ozzy Osbourne biting off the head of a bat or the Gallaghers launching jibes at Blur (before they turned their artillery on each other), part of the fun of being a pop fan was waiting for your favourite artist’s next outrageous outburst.
Healy understands this is part of his job and hasn’t been found wanting. He’s good at it too. In an age where pop is increasingly a story of the bland leading the bland, it is a talent for which he should be praised rather than pilloried.
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Just Watched GOTG3 For The Second Time So Here’s A Lot Of Info
wrote this ages ago and it has just been sitting in my drafts so here you go.
I absolutely adore GOTG. Every single movie was a masterpiece, but Vol. 3 is by far my favorite. I absolutely sobbed both times I went to see it.
the soundtrack is definitely my favorite of the three movies. I have a lot of siblings, and every single one of us grew up with a “who sings this, no cheating” dad. Music has always been a way that my family and I have bonded, especially because we are all very much so “I listen to anything” type people, so the perfect blend of newer and older music had me in tears, especially because every song could be picked apart individually with how symbolic they are to the plot.
SPOILERS FOR GOTG3
THE SOUNDTRACK
Every song in the soundtrack was perfectly tailored to the exact moment it was used, but these two stood out to me the most
Creep by Radiohead-
Radiohead is a band made for people uncomfortable in their own skin, and if you could pick one particular song to support that, it would be 'Creep'. This song as the opening is SO important, Rocket does see himself as a creep and a weirdo. He believes himself to be the black sheep, the odd one out. He's convinced himself that he's wormed his way into this found family, but that one day they'll throw him out like everyone else. It's why he's on the offensive so often in all the other movies, he's desperate to make them hate him before they can decide to do it on their own. At least he's in control when it's his own doing.
But they don't hate him. They can't hate him, and he is unable to comprehend that.
Dog Days Are Over by Florence and the Machine-
Florence and the Machine is in my top 5 favorite bands, and Dog Days Are Over is in my top 5 favorite songs and it was so important for the plot of this movie. Because the dog days ARE over for the guardians. They ARE leaving their love and longing behind. They're moving on. They're becoming better people, who they really want to be. And if they aren't there yet, they're going to figure it out. They've been running their entire lives, running from the past and the people in it. But once they stop to take a breather they realize that it was never chasing them in the first place. "Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back" is so powerful here, because the guardians never expected this. They never expected anyone to be able to love them, to be able to make them smile and laugh. To be able to comfort them, bring them peace. But they found it, and it's not going away this time.
My all time favorite part of these songs being used however is that they are early 2000's late 90's songs because it so heavily symbolizes them moving on from the past.
THE CHARACTERS
Mantis-
Mantis is a wonderfully done character. At the end of this movie she realizes that in a sense Nebula is right. She realizes that she really is only there to support others. She is seen as the resident shoulder to cry on, but that might not be what she wants. She went with it because she thought it was all she had, but now she knows that this family won't leave her if she prioritizes her own wants and needs.
Drax-
In this story Drax comes to realize that he is more than a destroyer. It's such an important piece of him, and I think it will help a lot of young boys around the world. So often is the idea that a man, and a father, should be cold and emotionless, strong and unforgiving pushed onto these boys. I hope that this movie and Drax shows them that boys have feelings too. That they dance, and they cry, and they make monkey noises to cheer up crying children. I hope this movie shows young boys that they are more than just boys.
Peter-
Peter finally realizes that he spent too much of his life basing his self-worth off of others. If Yondu was proud of him, how much Gamora loved him, what skills and assets he brought to the Guardians. Now he's realizing that he needs to be his own person. He needs to find self-worth in himself.
Gamora-
In this we see just how different Gamora is. That she is not the Gamora we know and love, but that that does not mean we can't know and love this Gamora. She says no, she loves the Gaurdians and she loves that they love each other, but it's not for her. And that's okay.
Rocket-
Rocket is my favorite for a plethora of reasons. He's an incredibly well-done character. He's finally realizing that these people won't leave him. That he doesn't have to keep pushing them away so it hurts less when they finally leave. He's more than what was done to him. He's more than 89P13. He's Rocket. He's a friend. He's a person. He's a protector. He's a frickin' Guardian of the Galaxy.
#gotg mantis#rocket gotg#gotg vol 3#star lord#peter quill#drax the father#rocket raccoon#marvel cinematic universe#gotg nebula#adam warlock#the high evolutionary#florence and the machine#radiohead
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Live {2}
summary: after a silly little comment on Niall's live, who would've thought it bring you...well here....
a/n: so the drama begins.....
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“I choose Kelly.”
6 March, 2023
“Hi my name is Maia Quinn, i am 22 years old, and i'm from Dublin Ireland, but am currently living in LA”
Throughout the next 3 years, you released an EP titled ‘Live’ . It was an homage to the thing that really kicked off your career, the live with Niall. Niall had followed you and liked a few of your posts for the months after that, joining some of your lives and having small banter. But in reality, you hadn't had any interaction with him since. You texted him back and it was never answered for almost 3 years. It seemed it had all been forgotten, which you knew would probably happen.
“I was born in Dublin, and later on moved when I was 5 to a small town. Coming from a well known small town doesn't really do much for you in the long run. I was constantly told I would never be a singer. That just because I was from where I was from didn't mean that I would go ‘hollywood’. That really does quite a toll on a young kid just finding out what her dreams are.”
The clip showed you walking down a hallway to the stage.
“Being here on The Voice today is to prove to me and all the young little girls that are told they can't do it, that they can if they want to. And that's what really matters.”
Next artist is walking on stage
“I can feel this one. They're gonna be good.” Niall whispered to his co-judges.
You raised the mic to your lips and made yourself get lost in the music.
Summer after high school when we first met We make out in your Mustang to Radiohead And on my 18th birthday we got matching tattoos
The audience cheered slightly and you let the nerves dissipate
Used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof
You opened your eyes as you heard the turn of a chair and saw Kelly looking at you
Talk about our future like we had a clue Never planned that one day, I'd be losing you In another life
You watched Kelly stand up and you felt all the nerves come back
I would be your girl We keep all our promises Be us against the world In another life I would make you stay So I don't have to say You were the one that got away The one that got away
You waited for your next part and saw the next chair turn…
Niall
You closed your eyes and continued.
Cause i now i pay the price
You held that note letting it merge into the next
In another life I would make you stay
You opened your eyes to see Niall singing softly with you and you quickly looked away
So I don't have to say You were the one that got away The one that got away
When you finished you turned around to let yourself not freak out and turned back around to face the judges. “I know you.” Niall spoke when the audience died down and you knew the look of shock and betrayal flashed over your features before you smiled and laughed awkwardly. “Wait what? How?” Kelly questioned from her chair. “I sang a cover of one of his songs on live once.” the audience cheered and you looked down.
“Wow, that's crazy!” Kelly gasped. “Well tell us who you are.” Chance spoke up. “Im Maia Quinn, I'm 22 and I'm from Dublin, Ireland, but now live here in LA” the audience cheered and you saw Nialls smile falter.
“Wait you have this small speaking voice and this giant singing voi- what just happened?” you laughed and apoligised before Niall spoke up. “I love voices with so much, like, character like you've got. It was incredible to see you up there after all this time, what 3 years?” you nodded softly trying not to let any feelings from the past show. “Watching you hit these powerful notes and seeing how much improvement you've gotten in 3 years, and still being so young is incredible.”
You thanked him as he kept going. “I can see you're nervous, gripping with two hands. But I've been there before, shaking on a stage. But you are gonna grow so much in this competition and I can't wait to see it first hand.”
You thanked him again and turned to Kelly as she spoke. “Hi Maia!”
“Hi Kelly!”
“Okay your beautiful eyes were closed, but i turned around like way before him.” she pointed to Niall and you laughed “and I was like okay, I don't know if that's nerves or if it's her just really loving this message and wanting to be the vessel for it. You had me in the beginning, when it was a beautiful whisper as for how you were sounding, and then it, like, exploded in the chorus. And i am great at teaching vocalist, like breath control, bubbling before you get out there, like really making sure that you are solid with your vocal ability, that by the time you get out, your not nervous. But I'm just a really big fan of your voice.”
You and Kelly both saw Blake pass papers to Niall and Kelly scolded them. “Kelly can't coach nerves. She admits it.” Niall read and everyone laughed as she confirmed it. Niall talked to you and praised you a little more, “truly has been a battle to death here.” Blake spoke up sarcastically as Niall and Kelly had gone back and forth praising each other. “Maia, who do you pick to be your coach?”
You were confused to say the least. You head was screaming Niall, but your heart was feeling heartbreak. You knew Niall would lead you down the right path, but you didn't want to be left at a fork in the road alone again.
“I choose Kelly.”
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i just watched truly the most production of midsummer and i felt like i had to come here. to be clear i have not seen a lot of absurdist or non linear theater in my day so i’ve probably got a vague idea of weird here but this was. this was weird. i have to see this production for class with most of my grade, and basically all i was told going in was this was a modern version of midsummer, with like modern music, and only one actor’s name was getting dropped in conversation so i was gathering it was a one man show. i go in and it’s a very minimal set, just a few bags, a rug, a piano bench, and the piano my school has with a pair of work boots on top. there’s also a music stand off to the side with a laptop on it. guy comes in barefoot and opens with puck’s ending monologue. this is the only part of the play he recites in full for the whole show. he then puts on a beanie and goes into the opening scene with mechanicals, and stops at about the “bottom’s dream” ballet thing. he does puck’s ending monologue again. he does a few other bits of midsummer (the monologue about the seasons being weird, the lion howls monologue) interspersed with puck’s ending monologue and the opening mechanicals scene, but every time he does the mechanicals scene, he’s stopping at the “lover or a fighter” bit now. he’s changing costumes and props very erratically throughout and at one point takes out a boombox that was so much less utilized than i thought it would be cause it was so pretty. this is like. kinda weird but not that weird tbh. he starts bottom’s dream monologue again, and changes the song on his laptop to a karaoke track of something and stops talking. a bit of the track plays and he starts puck’s ending monologue again, interspersed with him singing along to the song which i THINK was linger by the cranberries but i couldn’t really catch it. the song ends and he’s like “hi everybody time to talk for a second. this is my name and i’m doing a weird production of midsummer i hope you come away with more questions that answers.” alright cool everything makes sense now. he continues in the same rhythm as before, doing the same portions of midsummer in different orders with different inflections and actions and props that i can’t really describe. he also throws the “my brother he is in elysium” bit from twelfth night in there at one point for no reason? it is around the point a girl in my class i only sort of know leans over to me and asks if i’ve ever read the one tumblr post about a production of midsummer that starts with a guy eating a burrito and the whole thing is his dream. i have never told her i have a tumblr she has just read this on me. and also the answer to the question is yes. we both agree this is probably what that production was like. the guy then does the beginning of puck’s ending for like the 10th time and starts a new karaoke track (there is an ad for vrbo before it). it’s creep by radiohead. he sings the Entire song with like two bits of shakespere interspersed before sitting down to do a brief q&a with us about what he’s doing and the play itself. he talks about non linear storytelling and loops for a bit and uses oberon and titania’s first interaction to show it off. he talks about puck a bit. we go back into the show with no warning it’s just suddenly the “gods my life stolen hence and let me sleep” bit. the loop continues again for a while, but this time oberon and titania’s first meeting has mostly replaced the mechanicals and has entirely replaced the seasons bit. also at one point he goes into the queen mab speech from romeo and juliet that i IMMEDIATELY recognize and it confuses be wildly because i’ve forgotten what environment i’m in. (1/2)
we then take another pause to talk about good and bad and oberon and titania (and also pick a little) where he says a lot but makes absolutely no points about the show. par for the course. he tells us the lion roses monologue is his favorite and it’s cut from many productions, goes into it, and we do the last chunk of the show, which is everything i’ve just watched dialed up by ten times. the twelfth night bit AND the queen mab speech are back. he then says that he’s closing the show with puck’s monologue again and says “if i have ruined that piece of text for you, i am sorry for nothing”. he spends a second pulling up another karaoke track. there is an ad for lemon lime soda before this one. i recognize the track immediately but talk myself out of it. he starts puck’s monologue again and gets a few lines in before he starts singing. it’s yellow by coldplay. i was right about the song, btw. he does most of the song uninterrupted, before briefly doing bottom’s dream monologue and finishing out puck’s monologue in the instrumental breaks. he has a lovely voice but this is the weirdest song choice so far tbh. he leaves the stage at the end of the song. show is over. i enjoyed myself immensely and i have never been more confused by something i was REQUIRED to watch for a class. i also had to hear if we shadows have offended at least 20 times in the span of an hour and 15 minutes-ish, which sure was something. (2/2)
my slow transition reading this from "well this isn't THAT weird" -> "if someone clocked me for being a tumblr user in class i would keel over and die" -> "CREEP BY RADIOHEAD?". dude i think that was puck. like i think that was puck himself
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