#Silly love songs fest

[courfee]

I've spent a lifetime giving you my heart I swear that I'll be yours forever 'til forever falls apart

part 2 of my submission for @sillylovesongsfest for the assigned prompted song Till Forever Falls Apart by Ashe and FINNEAS

[pretentiouswreckingball]

✹✯✹✯✹ my submission for the @sillylovesongsfest ✯✹✯✹✯

prompt: Sweet Dreams, TN by The Last Shadow Puppets

Drarry | 1.5k | kinda nsfw towards the end |

Summary: Draco has a septum piercing. Harry doesn’t know what to do about that (yes, he does).

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And all my pals will tell me is that I'm crazy

You bet I'm loopy, alright

And I just don't recognise

This fool that you have made me

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“Harry, you’re doing it again.” Hermione squeezes the back of Harry’s hand giving him a bemused smile. 

Harry frowns. “Doing what again?”

Ron takes a swing of his beer, “Come on mate, we know you can get a little bit obsessed when it comes to him but—”

“I’m not obsessed—”

“Yeah you are,” Ginny snorts from beside Hermione ignoring Harry’s glare, “It’s bad enough that even I noticed and I’ve been here for what, twenty minutes?” Ginny leans close, amusement all over her face, regarding a very irritated Harry. “So, what is it this time? Did he change his cologne or did he start combing his hair differently or…”

“Is it because this has been the longest that you two have been apart since you got together and you just miss him?” Luna intervenes before Harry gets a chance to tell Ginny to fuck off. 

The blond girl perched under her girlfriend’s arm looks at Harry directly in the eyes and Harry can’t help but shift uncomfortably, looking away.

“Come on sweetheart, it can’t be that.” Ginny shakes her head at her girlfriend. “Malfoy has only been away for— what, a month? Harry can’t possibly…oh you’re joking,” Ginny laughs in disbelief at Harry’s crimson cheeks. 

“No, it's not— it's not just that,” Harry amends, still not looking at anyone in the face, “It’s just the other night when we were talking over floo, he looked… strange. I don’t know how to describe it better, okay? but I think he’s— I think he’s up to something,” Harry grimaces as soon as the words leave his mouth and the cacophony of groans in different states of despair is hard to miss.

“You gotta be kidding me,”

“Harry come on,”

“It’s like sixth year all over again,” Ron points out beside Harry. “Always thinking Malfoy was up to something, obsessed over his every move, I thought that maybe now that you two are together, that would stop but I think it only got worse.”

“I wasn’t that bad,” Harry grumbles under his breath. 

When he doesn’t get an immediate response, Harry looks up to four pairs of eyes giving him knowing looks and well, who could blame them? Harry is obsessed. Well on his way to insanity, but how’s that bad, being obsessed over one’s own boyfriend? Besides, it’s not like he’s wrong. He knows Draco is up to something, he can tell a disillusionment charm when he sees one. Even if he isn’t an Auror anymore, he’s not easily fooled. 

“If you weren’t already together, It would’ve been kind of creepy mate,” Ron observes, concerned. 

Hermione tuts, “Leave him, Ronald, we always knew they would end up together, didn’t we?” 

“He might be insane but it’s not like he’s going to marry him anytime soon.”

Harry splutters half of the beer he’s drinking and Ginny only gives him an amused look.

“You did that on purpose,” Harry accuses.

Ginny concedes with a nod but shrugs regardless, “I’m not hearing you deny it,”

Suddenly, the condensation around his beer seems fascinating to Harry. 

Two silent beats and then,

“Oh, Harry,” Luna coos.

“Oh no, you’re so gone,” Ginny teases, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Ron pats Harry on the back, heaving a sigh, “You’re completely mental, mate.”

“And you weren’t completely wrong,” Hermione says and it’s her tone that makes Harry look up from his beer and it’s then that Harry notices everyone is looking at something behind him in various degrees of surprise.. 

Confused by this, Harry turns around and his eyes immediately latch onto the blond boy at the other end of the pub. The vindication Harry ought to feel is quickly overshadowed by the almost physical reaction he gets when he takes a good look at Draco. Specifically, at Draco’s face. If his friends think he is already obsessed with his boyfriend, Harry is about to become completely mental. 

No matter all that Harry praises himself for being observant, never in a million years would he have guessed what Draco was hiding from him. 

A piercing. 

A silver septum piercing. 

Yeah, Harry is completely and utterly fucked.

You see, Harry has always known Draco is pretty. 

Back at Hogwarts, it drove Harry spare becuase it was one of those undeniable truths that go left unsaid because it is so damn obvious nobody feels the need to point it out. To have such strong negative feelings for someone it wasn’t that surprising after all that they ended up where they did.

So, even after all this time, when Draco’s beauty was something Harry could no longer just admire from afar but touch, well, it could drive anyone crazy. Draco was already very fucking pretty but to add a silver piercing to the mix? the bastard was out to kill him, Harry was sure. The final revenge is to make Harry’s mind implode. There was nothing Draco could do now that would shake Harry’s foundation more than this. 

And then, Draco looks back.

Harry is not aware of his surroundings, focused solely on Draco. All his mind can conjure as background noise is a low whistle and a “good luck, mate!” from the table he was in. Doesn’t matter anymore, he only cares about what’s in front of him. 

Making his way to the entrance of the pub, bumping into people murmuring distracted apologies as he goes, after what seems like an eternity, he finally makes it to the other side. 

Draco regards him with curiosity, a smirk tugging from his lips when Harry gets close.

“Harry? What are you—“

“Shut up,” Harry takes Draco’s face in his hands and kisses him hard. Draco lets out a soft whimper but quickly melts in Harry’s hands, kissing him back just as fiercely. 

“Mmm, does that mean you like it?” Draco whispers when they resurface sometime later, still a bit breathless, leaning closer to each other.

“I. Love. It.” he punctuates every word with a hard kiss against Draco’s soft lips.

Draco hums, pleased. Harry doesn’t waste any time, tilting his boyfriend's head to the side to have better access to his neck. Draco complies willingly. 

“Why Harry, ravishing your boyfriend in the middle of a public place, what would the Prophet say?”

“Fuck the Prophet,” Harry grumbles against his skin, biting that soft spot between Draco’s shoulder and his neck, where his pulse point is, making the blond bite back a groan. He tugs Harry's face up and kisses him even harder.

It’s not until Harry shifts a little, putting his leg between Draco’s to let him rub against it that the blond breaks the kiss to look at Harry.

“As much as I love this warm welcome Harry, I would prefer a more private setting if it’s the same for you,” Draco says breathing hard but he doesn’t stop Harry, he actually tugs him closer by the hair, so he can latch to his neck that is sporting some noticeable marks already.

Harry cannot actually think at this point but Draco is right, what Harry wants to do to him is not for everyone to see.

“My place is closer,”

“Lead the way,” still holding Draco by his hips, Harry apparates them away.

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Baby, we ought to fuck

Seven years of bad luck out

The parlor room mirror

Could I have made it any clearer?

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They don’t even stop kissing when they enter the parlour, not even to take off their clothes. It’s rather difficult to do that while you’re sucking the life out of someone but they manage. When they are left only in their pants, Harry manhandles Draco a little further inside and with a hand on his way and the other on his chest, Harry finally turns him around.

What are you—” Draco asks but stops when he sees where Harry is taking him: in front of the full-size mirror that takes up the better part of the wall. 

Draco looks completely debauched; lips shining with spit, hair all over the place, a glint coming from the piece of jewellery on his nose and Harry cannot believe how incredibly lucky he is, being able to see Draco Malfoy in this state and being the cause of it. He looks beautiful and Harry can’t wait to make a complete mess out of him.

Never breaking eye contact with Draco in front of him, Harry tugs him closer by the waist until there’s no surface they’re not touching. He can feel Draco’s arse touching the outline of Harry’s hard cock and Harry gives a teasing move when he hears Draco’s breath catching.

He then leans closer, his mouth next to Draco’s ear and in a low tone Harry says,

“I want you to watch.”

Draco laughs, breathless. “Kinky bastard, aren’t you?”

“As if you didn’t put this mirror here for this exact same reason,” says Harry as he leaves a trail of open-mouth kisses down to Draco’s throat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He’s trying to appear nonchalant, Harry can tell, but the way his body responds to Harry’s touches says otherwise.

He licks the side of Draco’s throat making him shiver. “Let me remind you, then.”

[sillylovesongsfest]

Silly Love Songs Fest Masterlist

To see all of the submissions on the blog click here.

Here is the list of submissions:

Summer's Coming Soon by @kwiwrites :

Regulus/James. Rated: G. "Sometimes, Regulus sits in his cottage and watches the windows and the summer storms whipping through the countryside, wet with electricity, taste like James." Song: My Dear by Katzenjammer.

it beats me black and blue (but it fucks me so good) by @effiepotterisamilf :

Draco/Harry. Rated: E. "Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are rivals in the ring despite their feelings for each other." Song: Love On The Brain by Rihanna.

Till Forever Falls Apart by @courfee :

Les Mis art. Song: Till Forever Falls Apart by Ashe and FINNEAS.

Pierre by @otrtbs :

James/Barty. Rated: T. "jarty croucher | t | 4.1k | slightly sexual themes and recreational drug use." Song: Pierre by Ryn Weaver.

you can have this heart to break by @anouri :

Remus/Sirius. Rated: M. “...due to the affliction that is him being a moth and Sirius being a flame, Remus slips up almost incessantly, looking at him without permitting himself to look.” Song: So It Goes by Billy Joel.

Till Forever Falls Apart pt. 2 by @courfee :

Sirius & James Art. Song: Till Forever Falls Apart by Ashe and FINNEAS.

thrown right at me by @ryder-the-writer :

Remus/Sirius. "wolfstar, serenading your lover by the light of the stars, seaside cottage, 1.3k." Song: Thrown Right At Me by the tallest man on earth.

like real people do by @rottencranberry :

Original work. "a slightly suggestive fragment of the maiden neera she/her and her resurrected, insatiable lover vritra they/them." Song: Like Real People Do by Hozier.

Sweet Dreams, TN by @pretentiouswreckingball :

Draco/Harry. Rating: E. "Draco has a septum piercing. Harry doesn’t know what to do about that (yes, he does)." Song: Sweet Dreams, TN by The Last Shadow Puppets.

love my way by @messrsage :

Regulus/James. Rated: E. "James Potter is an up and coming, charming politician trying to make the world a better place. Regulus Black is an ambitious, coldhearted staffer who will do anything (and anyone) to get ahead. This is their story." Song: Love My Way by The Psychedelic Furs.

All that's ahead of us by @frank-lilac :

Draco/Harry. Rating: T. "Draco has been unable to move on from Harry even though he was the one to end things ten years ago. Given the chance to see Harry again, will Draco take it?" Song: Surplus by Spectre Jones.

My Favourite Fish by @whorerific :

Percy/Oliver. Rating: G. "The story of how a heat wave, a broken refrigerator, and an endangered species of fish bring two neighbors together." Song: My Favorite Fish by Gus Dapperton.

Thank you so much to each and every person who contributed to this fest! I'm so grateful that you all chose to participate and I hope you all check out each other's works because they're all amazing! Thank you for making Valentine's Day a lovely day.

xx

[ryder-the-writer]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ my submission for the silly love songs fest ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

@sillylovesongsfest

my song: thrown right at me by the tallest man on earth

wolfstar, serenading your lover by the light of the stars, seaside cottage, 1.3k

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The wind tousled the trees gently, causing the small silver chimes to make a charming sound. It felt like beautiful music when it blended with the songbirds that frequented their garden.

The koi pond, surrounded by flowers that Remus had carefully planted the spring before, had a tiny waterfall that led down from the creek. Remus swears he’d seen deer drinking from it before.

Remus sat down gently on the blanket that he had brought out. The grass was slightly dewy from last night’s rain but the blanket absorbed most of what would have gotten onto his trousers.

He took a deep breath, appreciating the clean air of the countryside that he inhaled, not at all missing the smog-filled lungs that came with living for years in central London. He was glad to come back to his roots.

Their cottage was positioned on the edge of the forest and a six-minute walk from the cliffside overlooking the cold, salty Irish Sea.

If one wanted to walk alongside the waves, dashing back when the foamy water swelled up to meet the shore, they could scramble down the steep path that was notorious for having a multitude of pebbles to slip on. Remus and Sirius went down to the shore for the first few years they had the cottage. Nowadays only Teddy wanted to brave the slippery slope of the path to the sea.

They did have picnics on the cliffside nearly every weekend though, watching as Teddy wove around the water below, trying to dart back before the waves could splash him.

James, Regulus, Peter, and Pandora sometimes joined them for brunch on the cliff. That always ended with James and Sirius wrestling in the grassy clearing. Peter, Regulus and Remus would all be entranced by the quiet movement of the sea, like sailors drawn to a siren’s song. Pandora would be off talking to the birds or feeding deer from her hand or threatening to cut everyone’s hair in their sleep if they didn’t try Peter’s scones (they looked horrid but were surprisingly delicious).

But mostly, it was just the two of them. Remus and Sirius.

Teddy was off at Oxford, studying creative writing. He wanted to be a screenwriter in Hollywood eventually. Sirius had made him promise to use a Bowie song in at least one of his films, just for him.

Remus had long retired from teaching, wanting to spend more time writing the novel he’d been neglecting for too long. And more time with Sirius hasn’t hurt one bit. Sirius still worked, not because he had to though. The two of them had a hefty savings account thanks to Sirius’s music career. But if Sirius didn’t have at least three different projects to ping pong between working on, he’d get bored and grumpy.

Sirius sang all the time. He sang and played the guitar to Remus at night by the fire, he sang under his breath while doing chores, and he sang while driving. It’s a miracle that he hasn’t busted his vocal cords yet.

Sirius used to lead a pop punk band that he, James, and Peter had formed when they were still in university. Sirius had tried to get Remus involved and he did play bass for them a few times in the beginning if James couldn’t make it. But once they took off and were playing to millions in sold-out shows across the world, Remus was more than happy cheering them on from backstage.

The band had disbanded nearly a decade ago, simply because that chapter of everyone’s life was over. Sirius and Remus were settling down in their seaside cottage, James and Regulus wanted to travel the world and see things, not just the inside of stadiums. Peter joined up with a new band for a while, where he met his girlfriend, Pandora.

Sirius was still releasing music, his own acoustic, “old man” songs, as James liked to call them. And they sort of were. But there was a deep love that resonated when Sirius sang them. His new songs sounded like a slow wave of steady emotion that seemed to simultaneously overwhelm and calm Remus.

Sirius played for Remus nearly every night by the fire on his acoustic guitar. Remus would join in sometimes, the deepness of his bass blending with Sirius’s higher notes of the melody. But mostly he just let himself be serenaded. It was a lovely feeling, having someone sing for you when you know that they meant every beautiful word they said.

The simplicity of their life now was a calming change. Going from the fast-paced life of tour and the constant deadlines that came with teaching, they could find so much more time for one another. That would have been impossible in the old days. They gave one another space, of course. They would go crazy if they saw one another 24/7, but it was a much better balance than it was before. Sometimes Remus wouldn’t see Sirius for months while he was on tour and that time was hard on the two of them, but they made it through.

They made it through together and built the sugar-sweet life they had now. They were living every Pinterest girl’s cottagecore dreams. But they had earned it.

And it’s not to say that their simple life didn’t bring issues along with it. Living in a small space, no matter how much you love someone, gets tedious sometimes.

Remus still gets pissed every time Sirius dumps the laundry on their bed and neglects to fold it, making the clothes get all wrinkled. Sirius gets annoyed with Remus whenever he puts a pot in the sink to be washed when it only had boiling water in it.

But they were all small issues. The big ones were worked out long ago, the screaming and shoving and ghosting and hate sex, thankfully long behind them.

It hadn’t been an easy time for them, years ago. But now, they could just relax, knowing that the single most important thing, the fact that they loved one another, was forever understood between the two of them.

Remus settled back on his blanket and watched as the sky gently turned violet, twinkling stars starting to show their lights.

Remus heard the glass door slide open and he twisted around to see Sirius, sleek black acoustic guitar in hand, hair twisted up in a bun held by a single chopstick. Remus smiled and patted the spot on the blanket next to him and Sirius obliged, settling the guitar on his knee.

“What’s the mood tonight?” Sirius asked as he had a million times before, and Remus answered, just as he had a million times before.

“Something pretty.” Remus smiled softly at their routine and Sirius smiled right back.

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do, Mr Lupin.” Sirius plucked at the strings for a moment, making sure it was in tune. He set his capo on the 5th fret and placed his fingers along the fretboard.

Then he began to play, plucking out the melody with light, deft fingers.

Jump 'long the creekside The rock's crooked line Fun girls, you'll hear it The days open wide

And horses trot faster 'til sparrows fall down But you just fall, laughin', to the snow on the ground You grew up by playin' the valley so wild And that's why You're so beautiful now

And, dancin' your bike to the lonesome, young mare You call up her owner; say your heart will be there You'll build a collection of scars on your knees To learn how to count the impossible trees You grew up by climbin' the birches so high And that's why You're so beautiful now

And we live so close that we probably seen The same bird, the same time They solumnly scream One day, I'll find just that friend who can see All this weird beauty Thrown right at me

Growin' by playin' the valley so wild And that's why You're so beautiful now

[rottencranberry]

like real people do by hozier

@sillylovesongsfest

a slightly suggestive fragment of the maiden neera she/her and her resurrected, insatiable lover vritra they/them.

artwork—summer by pierre bonnard ca. 1898

Hidden within a fog that had thickened the forest, Neera waited with bated breath for her lover. As she tightened the comfort of her cloak, her bottom lip jutted and trembled at the sudden gasp of wind. It was unusual for Neera to be left alone for so long, and doubt began to coat the inside of her stomach. Like an affliction with no cure.

If it was but a fortnight before, she would not have been suffering so—from the fear of the unknown.

The moment now sullied with doubt, Neera turned to leave, but alas! Much like a snake darting to its next victim, a calloused hand latched onto her naive arm and blessed the skin with the lips of her lover. Nibbling with an animalistic desire, Neera felt Vritra graze her frigid spirit with pointed teeth.

“Honey,” Vritra’s voice purred with great fervour, reverberating against Neera’s outstretched hand. Another wet kiss planted itself deep into her palm.

“Vritra!” Neera tsked the warmth of delight that welcomed her beloved. Her legs quivered with relief as the craving for their familiar touch swelled. “Where have you been?”

Although Vritraʼs lips parted, the only answer that came was the flick of their tongue and a cunning grin. Vritra embraced her with their gaunt body, shivering with need as they wrapped their arms around the stifled woman. Neera gasped as the hood of her cloak was abruptly blown away, pulling down to reveal voluminous tufts of black waves that were still wet at the tips. Vritra’s eyelashes fluttered as they breathed in the sticky scent of myrrh—rich and spicy against their twitching nose. They inhaled the curve of her neck like it was a forbidden smoke before shamelessly licking the sap that was Neeraʼs pheromones.

“Vri-!” Neera’s next set of words ceased to exist as Vritra lightly bit down into the side of her neck.

“Neera, do you wish for me to be your fool? If you want—I will plead, no, beg for your attention.” Vritra pulled back before placing a provoked kiss against a strand of Neera’s hair, eyeing her pained expression. They whispered a desperate request, “Please, honey, I need your sweet lips on mine.”

Their lips connected to form a chaste peck—embarrassment suddenly flooding Neera’s veins as she thought back to the unspeakable things that she had to do just to feel the touch of Vritra’s love again. Through a hooded gaze, Neera watched as Vritra fumbled with her cloak, their hands tugging and tearing at the layers that separated the pair. A distinctive, metallic scent wafted towards Neera as she stared down at her own.

Vritra had never once questioned why Neera’s usually well-kept fingernails were now raw and cracked, but it was becoming harder to ignore the hint of dried blood that had stained her fingertips. Much to Neera’s disappointment, scrubbing seemed to be of little use, and she was growing increasingly nervous. How very charming of her lover to play along. Vritra pretended that it was thanks to their efforts alone that allowed them such an experience—another chance at life—that they had crawled restlessly from their grave without aid. Only those on the other side could attest to Neeraʼs mournful cries, and her sinful actions that followed.

“Dear?” Vritra called through a rough, rasping tone. While looking up at their beloved with glowing, crimson eyes that demanded attention, they pleaded, “Must we dwell on the past?”

Even in times such as these, Neera could not help but remember the horrors that continue to creep up from below—the image of beetles feasting and phorid flies scuttling with anticipation. Although they recognized her sullen gaze, Vritra could never bring themselves to ask, especially during their stolen moments alone. Neera did not feel that it was a fleeting sensation. Instead, it was dreadful, how such powerful paranoia sought after her.

“Will you-” Neera swallowed the lump in her throat, “-make me forget?”

Neera felt Vritraʼs chest heave with excitement, pressing themselves against their lover’s ribcage. While there was a flutter of electricity between them, Vritraʼs heart was still, pumping with infatuation rather than survival. Neera’s hands reached out to touch the face of their beloved, shuddering at how their cheeks were cold yet blushing with desire.

Vritra leaned in, kissing the runaway tears that trailed from their lover’s eyes. “Yes, honey, I will.”

The cloak that once hid Neera away was now unashamed as it spread out underneath the lovers. Neera found herself curling into Vritra’s lips, swallowing the taste of their panting and basking in the feel of their wandering hands. Beneath their entwined bodies, thrived families of bugs and forgotten memories, concealed by the yearning of two animals feeding off one another. The remnants of their forbidden love had dug their way up from the dirt—writhing with an ache so strong.

Despite it all, an innocence blossomed between them, masked by the scent of their vigour and condemned acts. Their lips moulded together before pulling apart, their tongues connected by a thin string of saliva. Although Neera knew it was wrong of her, she could not help but stare into the lascivious gaze of her revenant. Through the night, they kissed with much passion. Like real people do.

[cruelsummer-ficfest]

Hi! It's me again (I hope you're not sick of me by now lol). May I have a second for this era? I think I'll switch it up and do Tedoire for my ship this time :) Thank you!

Oooh switching it up, we love to see it!

Your Ship: Tedoire

Your Song: It's Time to Go

[joshlmbrt]

NOW PLAYING;

Just Like Heaven - s. harrington thought

‘I PROMISE THAT I’LL RUN AWAY WITH YOU.’

w; pure fluff - loving couple

an; THIS SONG IS STEVE CODED!!! no arguments because i will NOT be hearing anyone out!!!

-> VALENTINES PLAYLIST HERE

steve thought he was quick and quite like a ninja.

but he absolutely was not.

that proved to be wrong when he knocks over a snow globe from your nightstand, wincing when it hits the ground.

he’s quick to put it back into its original place.

“you could’ve used the front door.”

“this is more romantic.” he grins, walking towards where you were sitting. it was - more romantic. he always thought girls would love it.

and you did. secretly. but scolded him because he could get hurt.

he’d only kiss you silly.

he bends to your level, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. you try to fight the smile but fail when you feel his lips against your skin again.

you giggle and turn to him. “you’re a dork.”

“yes. but-”

“don’t say it.”

“i’m your dork.”

you groan and shake your head. “cheesy as ever.”

“a cheese fest only for you.” he grins at up at you. you smile, staring down at him. “you wanna runaway together?” he whispers.

you turn, knees knocking into his chest. your hands lift and rest on his cheeks, the stubble that had only been a couple of days old tickling at your palms. his hands rest on your knees, smiling.

“i’d love that, stevie,” you whisper back. you lean down and peck his lips, before pulling away. “when?”

it was a thing steve had started asking you - you never knew if he was serious or not. but if he was, you’d do anything with steve harrington.

“tomorrow?”

you grin, pressing your lips against his, humming when you taste the strawberry chapstick that coated his plush lips - yours, for sure. he stole it and put it in his dashboard.

you pull away and lift your finger, tracing under his left eye and rub the tip of your nose over his softly.

“tomorrow it is, baby.”

💌 steve tags; @officerrrfriendly, @keerygal, @queercodedcharacter, @whisperingwillowxox, @alltoomay, @aliensufo, @halflifejess, @lavendermunson, @hazydespair, @marrowfrog00

💌 some moots - message me to be untagged!; @southerngothicchic, @s6raphic, @xxhellfirebunnyxx, @yourfavoritewitchbitch, @stevesxyellowxsweater, @starksbabie, @readbydayana, @rosebudsgarden, @bimbobaggins69, @thecreelhouse, @reysorigins, @st4rgirll3, @rosebudsgarden

thank you for reading! comments, reblogs, requests, likes, & feedback is encouraged, welcomed, & deeply appreciated! 🧸

[hulhudhonado]

So I Heard A Rumor...

Synopsis: You promised Kaeya drinks, he promised to be your wingman so you can finally ask his brother, Diluc, on a date. However your plan comes crashing when rumor comes out that you would be buying drinks for all the knights. You also just can't seem to get rid of this bard who keeps singing songs to you. Will you achieve your chance to ask your dream man out? Let's find out.

CW: ALCOHOL, OTHER THAN DILUC NO ONE IS GOING TO BE SOBER, minor swearing, Venti is a bit clingy too

HC: Reader is gender-neutral, Reader does not have a vision, Reader works as a knight, Reader is very clearly in love with Diluc (lol)

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Venti, Jean, Mentions of Favonious knights and Traveller (Honorary Knight)

Note: Going to apologise in advance because I have no idea how alcohol works as I am not a drinker and don't plan to. I clown on Diluc a lot because my friend is obsessed with him however funnily enough he is the character I have the most ideas with. I'm talking angst, fluff, comfort, everything. Anyway enjoy this cringe fest! Please make sure to like, comment or reblog the post. It helps it reach a wider audience and motivates me to write more silly stuff like this. Enjoy!

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The current situation was far from ideal. Tonight was supposed to be the night you finally dared to ask Diluc out on a date. However, right now you were surrounded by drunken knights who wouldn’t stop singing along with an even more drunk bard who had his whole body wrapped around you. You could see Diluc seething at the bar, his fist clenched on the glass so tight you were certain it would break any minute now.

Backtracking to how you have ended up in this situation, it all started because of a rumour. Whispers among the crowd saying Donna was going to make her move soon. You couldn’t allow this, you had loved Diluc since his days as a knight! Sure you never dared to confess this entire time but Donna barely had any history with this man compared to you! She had a long way to go to get to your level. However, it didn’t help that Diluc was a bachelor and a perfect one at that. Even if Donna did or didn’t make her move, someone else might snatch him up sooner or later. It didn’t help that the honorary knight seemed to have become close to him as well. You need to act fast.

So you made a deal with Kaeya, if anyone was going to help you it had to be him. When you first told him about your crush he burst out laughing, before realising you were serious.

“Wait shit for real?” He asked, dumbfounded. You nod, trying not to be embarrassed. He stared at you like you had just said the most unbelievable thing. In Kaeya’s defence, you did say the most outrageous thing imaginable. He knew Diluc was considered a hot target in the single’s market, but for you to also fall for his charms? A shocking revelation.

“Are you going to help me or not?” You ask, now impatient. You didn’t have time to let him make fun of you for liking his brother, someone could be seducing him right now! Kaeya blinked at you in disbelief. However, his face soon shifted to a shit-eating grin. You groaned, instantly regretting your decision. “If you’re not then I’m going to ask someone else ok?!” You exclaim, annoyed and try your best not to give him more reason to make fun of you.

“Nah nah! You came to the right place! I’ll help, I'm an amazing wingman!” He laughed. You shushed him, you didn’t want anyone else to know about this and Kaeya tried his best to hold in his laughter but chuckles and giggles could not stop escaping this man. “Just buy me a couple of drinks and I’ll make sure you both end up in bed together by the end of the night!” He teased, which only made you groan.

That was the plan, you buy him drinks and he would help you look good enough for Diluc to swoon over you. However, for some reason, word got out and suddenly the whole knight team was out and about ready to get drinks from you.

“Wow, aren't you generous? Paying for the knights to drink as much as they want!” Swan chuckled. You didn’t know how it ended up like this, even Kaeya shrugged at you confused. Somehow word got out that you would be paying for ALL the knights to drink until they passed out. It had gotten so big that even Jean decided to join in.

“Well, the knights barely have time to come together and have fun, so I couldn’t miss this.” She smiled at you and that stopped you from calling the whole thing off because there was no way you could say no to Jean.

So now here you were, at Angel Share, drunk knights singing and playing games at the bar. You chugged down on a bottle of wine, feeling like absolute shit. Not only were you going to have to pay for all this but right now you were the worst offender in Diluc’s eyes. Dragging all the knights here and ruining his shift. All you wanted to do was confess but instead, you ended up creating the worst environment for any love to happen.

Finally the damn bard on your lap. You don’t know how he got into this but he was drinking off your tab as well. He was so grateful for your generosity that he decided the best way to show it was by singing tunes dedicated to you while sitting on your lap. He had one arm wrapped over your neck, which strummed the lyre in his hands. He was wrapped around you like spaghetti on a fork. It didn’t help that Diluc could see this man sit on your lap while singing tunes about how wonderful you were.

So right now in Diluc’s eyes, you were, a drunk who wastes their money on alcohol, loves to bring chaos to environments, and also a flirt who has no shame in doing PDA with strangers.  The least ideal person to date. You avoided any eye contact with Diluc, you could not face him at this point. You turned to look at Kaeya who was completely out of it. He had drunk so much that he was pretty much passed out just a couple of minutes ago.

‘So much for being a wingman…’ you thought, but honestly speaking in this situation, if Kaeya spoke up it would have probably ended up worse. You looked at the time, seeing how it was almost 12. The bar was set to close soon and Diluc would begin to kick out the knights. Finally, this terror would end and you could go back to your house to cry yourself to sleep. You were smart enough to call the next day off. you hoped whoever spread the rumour had a terrible hangover tomorrow while working the next day. They deserved it.

As you continued to curse the people who spread these twisted rumours, the bard decided to speak up after chugging down another glass. “You seem down my friend! Another song will cheer you up!” He laughed, stringing his lyre once more ready for another song. Cheers of knights could be heard across the bar, hyping him up for another. You sighed, placing a hand on the lyre and putting it down. “No no, I think we had enough songs for tonight. Let’s end the night guys.” You say, trying to stand up while carrying the bard bridal style.

As you tried to stand up, the bard whined trying to shake you off. You underestimating how drunk you were couldn’t carry his weight anymore, especially when he was moving around. You tried to steady yourself but the bard would not stop squirming leading you to slip and fall down. Making sure the bard didn’t hit the floor, and get hurt you shifted your body so you would land on the ground instead, your back hitting flat on the floor while the bard fell on top of you to soften his fall.

The bard whined, resting his head on your chest while you had your grip him to make sure he didn’t get hurt during the fall. The crack of glass could be heard in an instance. Everyone turned towards the sound to see that Diluc had in fact, shattered the glass he was cleaning the entire night.

“Out.” He said. The aura in the tavern immediately turned grim. Knights anxiously made their way out the door, saying their goodbyes to you. Jean carried Kaeya on her back, giving you a weak drunk smile before heading out as well. The bard clearly didn't get the clue as he had passed out on top of you.

Diluc was mad and it was all your fault. You could feel the tears come out. It especially didn’t help that you were drunk out of your mind, unable to hold back your emotions. You gently pushed the bard off you, trying to stand up. At this point, the only people left were you, Diluc, and the passed-out bard. 

You mumble sorry, trying to get up while tears continue to flow down your face. Unable to see clearly made it a bit of a struggle to get up, it also prevented you from noticing Diluc who had somehow made his way to you. You jolted up, almost falling over once more, but he caught you before another slip occurred. His arm wrapped your waist gently, steadying you up. You could feel yourself heat up.

“You have to be careful. Here.” He mumbled, guiding you to sit down. You were shocked he had not kicked you out honestly. You looked at him teary-eyed as he pulled out a handkerchief from his apron, dapping your tears away.

“You can sit here and wait until I close. I’ll drop you off afterward. “ He exclaimed, placing the cloth in your hands. “Oh no you don’t have to, I need to drop off the bard home first.” You say, your hands gripping on the cloth ever so tightly. You didn’t dare to stay with Diluc, especially after how terrible the night went. You wanted to leave as soon as possible but the minute you mentioned the bard you could see Diluc halt.

His gaze turned cold as he glared at the unconscious bard on the floor. He walked towards him, picking the bard up from the scruff of his clothes and heading towards the door. He tossed the bard out like trash before dusting his hands off. “Venti can figure out his way to get home. You're unsteady and drunk, so I’m taking you home myself.” You had no escape now. Muttering an ok, you put your head down trying to feel as small as you could.

Were you such a mess that Diluc didn’t think you were capable enough to get home? You were still a knight! Sure you weren’t an honorary knight but you were one, and a decent one at that. You could feel your thoughts spiral but it always leads to the same conclusion. Diluc would never like you back and probably felt pity for you.

You didn’t know how long you were lost in your thoughts, before Diluc spoke up. “I’m done, let’s get going.” He said. You try to answer but the alcohol finally seems to be in your system because you couldn't force yourself to say coherent words. You groan which only made Diluc sigh.

He lifted you from your seat, making you wrap your arm around his neck. He wrapped his arm around your waist once more and held onto your arm with his hand. You immediately could feel the heat from his body. You were already sweating because of the alcohol but now with his heat on your side, you could almost feel your skin burn. You whine, trying to push him away a bit but his grip on you was firm. You look him directly in the eyes. Big mistake.

He had the same poker face he usually had but for some reason, stars were dancing in his eyes tonight. Was he always this beautiful? You weren’t sure if the alcohol was playing tricks on your mind because you couldn’t believe how stunning this man looked. Looking carefully at his face you could see light scars scattered around his jaw. His cheeks were decorated with slight freckles. You couldn't believe how close you were to even notice them.

You weren’t sure what came over you but it was too late to stop the words from spilling out of your mouth. “I’m in love with you.” You stared at him before suddenly realising what you had just said. You can’t believe you had just said that. You wanted to take it back, your brain was wrecking up on excuses to say to him.

‘It’s a joke’ or ‘I didn’t mean to say that’ or even an ‘I meant it for someone else’. Your brain kept thinking of various things you could say but nothing would spill out. So here you were mouth gaping open, begging yourself to say something.

Diluc sighed, and you could feel your heart shatter. “Let’s take you home.” You didn’t argue, letting him drag you back to your house. You could feel yourself fall asleep on the way. You gave up in defeat. At least you were off the next day, you would be able to drown in your sorrows tomorrow.

As you tried to comfort yourself, you felt yourself drift off asleep. You could hear Diluc speak but the words wouldn’t register, you needed to escape from him for a bit.

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You woke up on your bed, you turned to look out the window to see that it was still clearly night. You groan, sitting up on your bed. Your room was dark but you could see a light peeking under the door of your room, the living room light was still on. You groggily walk out of the room to turn it off, only to see Diluc outside. He was in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets.

You look at him in disbelief while he turns to face you. “You ok? It’s too late to buy hangover medicine so I wanted to see if you had any stocked up.” You try to speak, only to be stopped by a cough. Your throat felt so dry, you couldn’t say a word. “Oh, drink this.” Diluc handed you a glass of water, which you chugged down in an instant.

“I was going to hand it to you with the medicine but never mind. You should go rest, I’ll leave soon.” He said, continuing his search in your cupboard. You shook your head. “You can just leave, it’s fine, I can take care of myself.” You wanted him gone as soon as possible. As domestic as it felt having him in your house taking care of you, this man rejected your confession and you didn’t have the strength to handle it at this moment.

You had a splitting headache and a broken heart and Diluc being here was not going to fix that. Diluc halted, stopping his search, you could see a frown on his face as he closed the drawers before turning to you. “Can I ask you something?” He asked, ever so quietly. He was always a silent type of guy, but even this time you could hear how vulnerable he was. The way he asked you in such a soft way made you instantly answer him without a second thought. “Go ahead.” You wanted to hit yourself, you wish you didn’t have such a soft spot for him.

“I heard a rumour, going around…” he continued. He played with his hands, fiddling them about as if he was feeling shy. You cringed at the thought, why would Diluc of all people feel shy? You were just being delusional at this point. As you contemplated your thoughts he continued. “People were saying you invited the knights out for drinks because you got engaged, is that true?” 

The cup you had in your hands dropped to the ground. You were glad it wasn’t glass because it would have shattered in an instant, and you had seen enough things shatter today. However, you honestly could not believe the words that had just come out of Diluc’s mouth. “Wait what? Are you serious?” You ask, completely thinking this was a prank. “Why would you think that? Who would even say that?” Who was spreading these rumours around? You were going to kill them.

“So it’s false?” “Of course it’s false! I’m not even dating anyone!” You exclaim, now wondering whether your confession was rejected because Diluc thought you were cheating on your nonexistent partner. 

“So you aren’t dating Venti?” “I don’t even know who that is!” You say, frustrated. You put your hands on your face, feeling annoyed. You groan into them in anger. All these stupid rumours were the reason you were here with a horrible headache and Diluc looking at you like you were scum on Earth. You wanted to crawl up into a ball and disappear right now.

“Then can you do me a favour?” Diluc spoke up, disturbing your grovelling session. You look up from your hands and stare at him sadly. “What?” You weakly ask.

“Can you confess to me again when you aren’t drunk?” You blink, unsure of what you just heard. “What?” You say, still unable to process what he had just asked you to do.

“Your confession. Say it to me when you aren’t drunk.” He said once more, looking at you with his unchanged expression. He was being deadly serious. He was asking you to confess again. “Wait wait, so you don’t hate me?” Diluc tilted his head, eyebrow raised. He seemed shocked you even said that. “Why would I ever hate you? Were people saying that?” He asked, crossing his arms, his face turned dark when he said it but you shook your head. “No no, but, does that mean you like me?” You ask, feeling sheepish.

And for the first time this entire night, you could see a small smile fall on his lips. His face softened, no longer a glare in his eyes. His cheeks rose a bit when he smiled and you were certain this smile was for you. “Ask again when you aren’t reeking of alcohol.” He retorted back playfully. “Now, off to bed, I’ll head out now. I heard that you won’t be at work tomorrow so I better hear from you soon.”

With that, he left you, alone in your house, with your thoughts full of him. You knew for a fact you were not going to be able to sleep the entire night, nor was your headache going to be fixed by any type of medicine. 

Sorry Mondstadt, but your favourite bachelor is finally going to be off the market!

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The slight sounds of a lyre could be heard in the distance on the streets of Mondstadt. A drunk bard still singing a tune.

“Did you hear about this rumour? There is going to be love in the air soon~”

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[courfee]

So this is it, that's how it ends I guess there's nothing more romantic than dying with your friends

ah yes, the happy soft vibes for the @sillylovesongsfest, you get it... based on the assigned prompted song Till Forever Falls Apart by Ashe and FINNEAS, as well as this

for an even sadder and bloody version look under the cut <33

[madaboutmunson]

Wishin' And Hopin'

Telepathy (Prompt A2 ) Summary: In which Eddie realises he might have some residual power from The Upside-Down and plans to use it in the best way he knows how, to impress the guy he's had a crush on for months

Word Count: 2740 @eddiemunsonbingo

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Healing from the aftermath of The Upside-Down was a struggle. There was no denying that, but two very awesome things happened due to that epic shit fest.

Larvae and Germs of the jury I present to you:

Exhibit A: Getting to spend a lot of alone time with one disgustingly handsome Steve Harrington, who basically looked after me like he was my sexy nurse.

Exhibit B: Some juvenile stage telepathy.

We’ll get back to that fine specimen of Exhibit A later.

Let us first deal with Exhibit B.

So, at first, it was just kinda weird. I was half-watching Wheel of Fortune with Wayne while brainstorming some campaign ideas, and I could hear him repeatedly shouting a word of the answer. Honestly, I love him, but repetition in the same monotonous tone was getting right on my last nerve, like a smoke alarm that needs new batteries. Except no beep, just  “World” over and fucking over. 

So, I, well, okay, not my finest moment, but I might have lost my cool and said a little loudly, “IT’S ON TOP OF THE WORLD!!”

He clutched his pearls and recoiled into his corner of the sofa, all wide-eyed and slack-jawed and had the cheek to say, “Jesus Christ, Eddie. Ya nearly sent me straight to the pearly gates!”

“I was helping you with the answer you were evidently struggling with!” 

“Eddie, there ain’t a single song that left the beauty of Karen Carpenter’s mouth that I don’t know. Just ‘cus I don’t blurt out the answer to ruin it for the whole trailer park!” “Ok! Alright! So I can’t say the full answer, but you can keep repeating one word of the answer repeatedly. Like that wasn’t going to annoy the fuck out of me. You’re deliberately bein’ an antagonistic asshole, Wayne!”

Then he just looked at me. Like how he looks at those Canadian geese when they get too close to him at the park, “Eddie, I didn't say a word.”

Now I rolled my eyes and gave it the whole raspberry award at his performance, which did almost have me going, by the way, but the way he just continued to stare at me and look me over like I’d just fallen out of the sky. I knew he wasn’t lyin’. That’s when I started to get scared. I thought I’d slipped into one of those Vecna vision things.

“What did you hear, Ed?”

“You were sayin’ ‘World’ over and over.”

“I was saying the answer, but not out loud, Ed. Just in my mind.”

“Ok, well, that’s ridiculous. How could I possibly hear what's going on in your mind?”

“Fuck if I know. What am I thinking now?”

“Are you serious right now? I’m on the edge of sanity here, and you are making out like I’m Luke Skywalker or some shit? That's it. I’m going to bed! You know Steve doesn't pull this shit when it’s his turn babysitting me!”

I grabbed my crutch and started hobbling over to my room, and he started up again, this time with ‘Discombobulated.’ 

I turn round, and he’s wide-eyed, staring at me, gulping down his beer. I was just about to give him a piece of my mind when he pulled the beer from his lips with a gasp and said, “Now, if I was drinkin’, there ain’t no way I coulda said that word. For the record, I can’t for the life o’ me say that word out loud anyways. But I can think it.”

“Fine, let's play your silly game, old timer. Do it again. This time with me watchin’ your lyin’ ass!”

He knocked back his beer again, and I was ready for his lame-ass ventriloquism when I heard him clear as a bell “Bill”. I hobble over to check he’s not talking out of the side of his mouth or some shit, but he wasn’t

“Bill?”

“Yeah! It's a miracle, Eddie! You can read minds!”

“OK, don’t alert the Pope just yet. It might be some creepy shit left over from that messed up place we were stuck in.”

“We should practice!” He said as he frantically pulled me back to the sofa.

“Who the hell is Bill, by the way?”

“It's not a he. It's a what. I was saying, ‘Remember to pay the telephone bill.’ “

So we tried all different things for a few hours every day for the next few nights when he wasn't at work, but all I could ever get was one word, which had to be quite an intense thought. Fleeting ones just didn't hit my radar. So I guess if my telepathy was a developing human, it would be in the butt shuffling to the almost crawling stage.

I tried it around town, and boy, do the people of Hawkins have a lot of fucking issues! Ha! The ones that look like a curse word would knock them dead are the worst of the lot!

So, the moment you’ve all been waiting for back to Exhibit A!

So naturally, when my rugged Florence Nightingale came a-callin’, I had to try it out. I am only human. Who wouldn’t wanna know what is going on in that pretty lil’ head of his underneath that voluminous mane?

So, I started with something small. I put on a scary movie. He jump-scares pretty easily for a guy who’s fought freakish things from other dimensions in melee range. When one of the characters went to the basement instead of out the door, I could hear a faint ‘always’.

“God, they always do that, don’t they? It’s so dumb, right?”

He turned to me with that ediblely cute half-smile and said, “Weird, I was just thinking that!”

“Great minds think alike, I guess? But we are kinda both watching the same thing.” 

His puppy dog eyes flick up to the ceiling because, apparently, that is where all the answers are for Steve. His thinking face, urgh, stunning! Don’t get me started! He gave a shrug, nodded and went back to watching the movie.

After a while, I got a much louder word, ‘Pizza.’

I can’t make it too obvious, so I try to get up and head to the kitchen, and he’s on it like butter on a biscuit, “You hungry? Sorry, Eddie, I should have made something before the movie. I won’t be long.” Then I got “Eat,” so I knew I was on the right track.

“Hey, uh, save you cookin’. Why don’t we order a pizza?”

“Pizza? I mean, yeah, I could go for it, but I thought you said last week you didn't wanna eat anything you couldn’t see prepared, in case the government put trackers in it?”

He was right; I did say that and meant it. But who in their right mind would deprive this stud muffin of his cheesy treat, huh? Not me, that's for sure, because I know what happens when Steve gets happy.

He smiles big, and his honey-flecked eyes cast down and back up, “Thanks, Ed. I’ve been thinking about one all week, but it's a waste on my own.”

“We lucky for you, Steve, you have the gift of my presence this evening, so you don’t have to worry about that, and if we don't finish any, I know Wayne will snaffle it when he gets back.”

Then he let out one of those sweet little laughs he does, and I had to wait for him to turn his back to me so I could clench my fists and wrinkle up my nose in some weird kinda cuteness aggression.

Then I heard ‘Hot.’

So when he asked me what kind I wanted, I said, “I dunno, I’m feeling like a little spice could really hit the spot tonight.”

That earned me a hip pop and a finger gun, wink combo before he turned back around to order, twirling the cable around his finger, and I got a picture-perfect view of that ass for a minute or so. 

Then, until the pizza turned up and the entire time we ate it, the word didn't change. ‘Hot’, that's all he’s thinking about.

I figured it might be too spicy for him, so I grabbed two yoohoos from the fridge and set one in front of him without asking this time.

“Oh, thanks, but I’m good Ed. I still got some beer left over.” 

I thought maybe he didn't wanna show that the spice was getting to him, but I left the drink there all the same.

The pizza is long transferred to the kitchen, and we were well into Steve’s movie of choice at this point, Ghostbusters. I can’t get much of anything for a while, but he seems fully absorbed in the film, laughing along and quoting some of the lines. I loved that movie, but I’d have given my other nipple to have Steve be my personal reenactor of the film for the rest of my days. 

I got up to take a leak, and I could hear ‘Hot’ again. So, on my way out of the bathroom, I collect a table fan, put it on the coffee table, and switch it on. The room didn't feel that warm to me, but I knew Steve ran like a furnace. You only had to be within a few inches of him to luxuriate in that fucking man-heat of his. 

Look, I know that's weird ok, but as someone who runs fucking cold, I’m into it, alright? So just keep your opinions to yourself.

My prize for cooling down my summery prince? A fucking confused frown! He took the remote and paused the movie, “Do you want me to get you some shorts or something rather than the fan? They tend to be a little quieter and less expensive to run.” He made a joke, and I laughed embarrassingly hard at it.

“You don’t feel warm in here?”

“No, man. Are you ok? You feeling ill?” Then his hands are on me. Well, okay, he was just checking how warm my forehead was, and my pulse, but facts are facts.

“No, I’m good, man. So good. I just thought you looked warm.” Then he blushes. It was as if someone had crushed red roses onto his cheeks. His pretty little pout dropped open, and for the first time in a long time, he actually looked awkward. I would have consoled him immediately, but I got distracted because he ran his hand through the side of his hair, and I wouldn’t miss a beat of that move, not even if my knees were on fire.

“Well, I’m not. I-I can explain that. I, um…yeah…I kinda tried some of Robin’s moisturiser on my skin because she said it made it look good, and it's probably just making me look shiny. I’ll just…yeah…I’m just gonna go wash my face.”

Then I got a new word, ‘Fuck’

And I still can’t tell you what possessed me to do so, but when he got up to leave, I grabbed his arm, “Don’t do that, man, you look great. It's, uh,  not shiny at all. Your skin is as perfect as it always looks. I just read you wrong, that's all.”

Then he’s staring at my hand, and that word comes back again ‘Hot.’

And then, okay, maybe because I’m touching him properly for the first time, not a nudge in the ribs or the brush of the back of my hand. Usually, he’s the one touching me for medical purposes, obviously, but I’m not a moron. I’ll fucking take that as a win. Thank you very much.

Or maybe it's the way he looked right in my eyes. I don't know, but I caved. I spilt my guts. The quality control between my brain and mouth had gone out to lunch.

“Then why do you keep thinking ‘hot’?”

His eyebrows nearly shot off his face, “What?”

“You! You keep thinking the word ‘hot’. I can kinda read thoughts, well, just words. Well, just word, actually.”

“You-you…What? You can read my thoughts?”

“No, it's not as advanced as that.” Then, I explained everything that me and Wayne had been practising.

“Shit, do I need to call everyone? Is it upside-down stuff?”

“I dunno, maybe, but I don’t feel unwell, and nothing else weird has happened. Wayne is still okay, and we’ve been trialling it for a while now.” That seemed to take him out of panic mode and into something more relaxed.

“Huh. So you can hear a word but don’t have the context, right.” Then he stops, squints, and tilts his head with a big smile, “That's why you ordered the Pizza. That's why you picked a spicy one, the drinks and the fan! Ok, ok, that makes sense now.”

“Yeah, sorry for not telling you. I just wanted to try it out, and maybe that was desperately underhanded of me, and I shouldn't have, but…”

“You wanted to impress me?” He raised his eyebrow at me, and honestly, the sofa could have consumed me whole, and I wouldn’t have noticed because then I was stalled, and the engine wouldn’t turn, “Eddie?”

“You just do so much for me, and most of the time, you guess what I want or need without any help, and I thought, maybe I could give that back to you, you know? I thought it would be cool.”

He could have killed me with the next smirk and head shake he gave me before shutting off the fan, settling back in his seat, and unpausing the movie. I felt like I’d gotten away with it and shuffled back, too.

A few minutes later, I heard ‘You.’

When I glanced at him, he was frowning hard at the TV screen. The word silenced as he turned to me with a beaming smile, “If you get it, tap my arm.”

“OK, sure. That could be fun.”

‘Are’ Tap.

‘So’ Tap

“Stupid?” I had blurted out at the same time as that word of the night came crashing back into my head

‘Hot’ ………….tap

Steve’s face fell, and he scrambled to get up, “Sorry Eddie. Shit. I just thought. You know what. I don't know what I thought, ok. I’m-yeah. Fuck! I’m just gonna go.”

I rushed to scramble after him, but I couldn’t seem to get my usual motormouth going because my whole brain was mush due to a demi-god calling me, ME,  hot! Fucking hell, fellow perverts, I tell you this. If, at that point, I had been an able-bodied man and hadn't been on a one-way journey to the floor. Steve Harrington would have been out that door, and I probably would never have seen him again. But I’m not, and he’s a fucking superhero, so naturally, he just caught me in his stupidly perfect sculpted arms that were trying desperately to break free from that uptight polo shirt he loves to wear.

“I-I-I-I thought you were gonna say stupid. I mean, think. I mean….you know what I mean. What I mean is I didn't mean what you said was stupid!

He just blinked at me as he set me to my feet, still holding me upright, looking over me, checking I was okay.

Then, instead of letting me go, he stared right into my eyes, and how I didn't end up back on the floor again, I don't know. I can only imagine it was because his goddamn thick, taught, tanned thighs were enough support for both of us.

‘Kiss,’ I heard and stood there like a gormless idiot.

‘Kiss’, and until that point, all the words I’d heard had been just a flat tone, but this one shouted in my head. So I put on my big boy pants and tapped his arm, even though my mouth felt like the desert.

“Now?” I croaked out, and he nodded in response.

So, I did what any red-blooded human would have done in my situation. I attempted to climb that man like a tree, failed, then with his assistance tried again and succeeded, and gave him the kiss I’d been storing up for months.

Now, now be good, fair readers. Avert your fucking eyes. The rest of that evening is all mine. Let’s just say he liked that kiss. 

A lot. 

He was very appreciative. 

Many times. 

So much, in fact, he’s still walking around our house mentally shouting for them five years later.

[sillylovesongsfest]

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Hello everyone! The songs have now been assigned so here we go...

if you'd like to listen to your song or the playlist as a whole click here!

if you for some reason don't feel at all inspired by the song you were assigned please feel free to contact me and i can give you another song bc there were a few spare ones that never made it onto the list for various reasons but please just don't lose hope or give up, there are more songs available!

and most importantly: have fun and good luck!! <3

tagging everyone so nobody misses this:

@whorerific @otrtbs @courfee @fckingpernico @transsexualpriest @rottencranberry @anouri @frank-lilac @ryder-the-writer @pretentiouswreckingball @kwiwrites @summersareknives <3

[btsyeonu]

👣. !!: VLIVE: THE EIGHT PRINCES ‧₊˚

↺ 💌 ࣪ ˖ ∿ author’s note , @ i saw a clip of this vlive in my twt bookmarks recently while i was scrolling through and i knew i just had to make a chapter about it bc it’s so cute 😭

The live starts with Taehyung casually sat upon a couch accompanied by Seokjin. The camera is set to portrait mode, but the video is landscape.

JIN: “Oh, we’re on, we’re on.” *excited*

V: “No, not yet.”

JIN: “No, we’re on!”

V: “No one’s come in yet though.” *talking about viewers + waiting*

JIN & V: “Oh, five viewers!” *happy boys + tae proceeds to make silly faces*

JIN: “Hello~” *being polite*

Taehyung messes around with the camera angle before both him and Jin begin eyeing someone off screen. Hoseok soon joins the live.

V & J-HOPE: “YEAHHHHHH!” *hyper mfers lol*

JIMIN: *also joining the live now* “YEAHHHHHH!” *checking himself out on camera*

J-HOPE: “Our concert is over.”

JIN: “Concert finished.”

JIMIN: “I am the prince of Busan~”

V: “I am the prince of Daegu~”

JIN: “I am the prince of Gwacheon~”

J-HOPE: “I am the prince of Gwangju~”

V: *after bringing the camera back to focus on him* “I am Geochang-” *literally rambling*

JIN & J-HOPE: “What’s that…”

JIN: “That’s too much.”

JIMIN: *bringing the attention to him* “Hello!”

YEONIX: *off camera* “What’s going on? Are they filming something?” *asking someone*

V: “Yah yah yah, Yeonu-ah, come here, come here!” *excited boy again*

JIMIN: “Oh~ it’s the Daejeon boy.”

YEONIX: *approaching the others + fixing his hair through his appearance on the camera* “Why, why?”

JIN, J-HOPE, V & JIMIN: “You are the prince of Daejeon~”*chaotic laughter ensues*

YEONIX: *smiling wide* “Ah, this is what you’ve been doing? Where’s my crown?”

JIMIN: “You can have Taehyungie’s.” *legit just grabbing tae’s headband and placing it on yeonu’s head*

JIN: “Yah, look at our dashing Daejeon prince.” *grabbing the camera to show a better close up of yeonu adjusting the headband on his head* “So handsome. Where’s-”

JIMIN: “Ah, the Daegu hyung is coming.” *alerting the others + grabbing the camera to show yoongi*

JIN, J-HOPE, V, JIMIN & YEONIX: “You are the prince of Daegu~” *more chaotic laughter ensues*

JIN: “Yah, where’s Ilsan’s prince?”

V: “The prince of Ilsan isn’t here.” *getting up + camera turns to now present jeongguk*

BTS: “You are the prince of Busan~”

V: “The prince of Busan~!” *sitting next to jk*

YEONIX: “Prince of Busan, look at your fans.” *sitting on jk’s other side + shaking him*

JUNGKOOK: *proceeds to break into song + screeching…? idk fr as the rest of the members laugh*

J-HOPE: *to the fans* “Love you!” *making a heart*

V: “We’re missing one person right now.”

YEONIX: “Aish, wait. He’s probably gotten lost again.” *leaving to go check on joon and bring him back*

JIN: “Ah, where could the prince of Ilsan have gone?”

J-HOPE: “The prince of Ilsan isn’t here.”

SUGA: “He went to Ilsan.”

JIMIN: *can hear him from afar* “Ah, the prince of Ilsan! You are the prince of Ilsan~”

JIMIN: *bringing the camera back to face him + pushing hair back* “I’m the prince of BTS~”

A minute later, Yeonu is pushing Namjoon into the room from behind. He’s kind of invisible because of the older’s huge stature until his head pokes out with a grin.

V: “Oh, hyung’s here!”

BTS: “The prince of Ilsan, the prince of Ilsan!”

V: “All right, the prince of Ilsan. It’s a live broadcast!” *covering the screen for a sec*

YEONIX: “This is our best visual.”

JIMIN: “BTS’ greatest supermodel.”

JIN: “Three… two… one…” *tae takes his finger off of the camera to reveal joon*

RM: “Ah, what? How does this work?”

BTS: “You are the prince of Ilsan~!”

RM: “How could you forget the most princely person?”

V: *bringing the camera back to face him after all the chaos*

JUNGKOOK: “Wait, wait. I have something to say!”

SUGA: “Ah, my neck hurts.”

JUNGKOOK: *pt.2 of his lil song fest that everyone joins in with*

J-HOPE: “Let’s greet them again. We’re going to Korea now!”

V: *angling the camera so everyone is in frame as they all wave goodbye* “We’re finished.”

RM: “The song for Fantastic Four comes out on the 4th. Please listen to it for sure!”

BTS: “Goodbye~!”

JIN: *in the background* “The prince of Gwacheon!”

YEONIX: “The prince of Daejeon!”

V: “Oh, how do I do this? How do I turn it off?”

A few seconds later, the vlive ends.

💬 — YEONU’S TAGLIST.

@anqelws , @vizianary , @kaitieskidmore97 , @sann1e

[matan4il]

Hi friend! I was wondering if you had any favorite Israeli/Hebrew children's books! Also any fave Israeli musicians??

Hello, my lovely! :D How are you?

Ooooh, do I! Man, you're gonna regret asking me this. XD Sorry, not sorry... So shall we start with Israeli/Hebrew kids' books?

Anything by Yehuda Atlas (יהודה אטלס), but especially And That Kid is Me (והילד הזה הוא אני). Short humorous stories, written in rhymes, perfectly capturing how baffling the world can be for a kid, and how silly adults can seem, or just what things can sometimes feel like for a child. It's one of those books that work, funny and essential, 'coz it's so true. He just gets kids.

Another one that I love, and am probably one of the few Israeli kids who even know this book, is Siamina and the Cats of Yemin Moshe (סיאמינה והחתולים של ימין משה) by Holocaust survivor Uri Orlev (אורי אורלב. He's more well known for his books about that period of time, which are also highly recommended, but I only dared read them when I was older). Jerusalem is known for its many stray cats, and the book is a love fest for cats and Jerusalem, with some historical sites becoming in the book the "homes" of the cats.

David Gershtein, who crafted the engravings for the book, is a pretty popular Israeli artist, and you can find some of his creations all over the country, and even entire shops dedicated to his works.

Last one ('coz I don't wanna burden you too much, but lemme know if you want more recs!) that I really loved as a kid, was Yael's House (הבית של יעל) by Miriam Rot (מרים רות). It was about a girl who has a home, but she wants a house that would be all her own. She tries all sorts of solutions, including taking over the space under the kitchen table... Not gonna lie, as a kid I was inspired to follow in her footsteps, but my parents were not impressed.

Now, as for Israeli musicians! You have stumbled onto dangerous ground, my friend, since I'm a music addict, and in love with the Hebrew language, so songs in Hebrew are something I can go on about for freaking years...

I'll share with you the link to two unlisted playlists that I made on YouTube. One is of some of my fave Israeli songs (though I started it years ago, so sadly, I see some vids have been deleted or made private, and there are literally hundreds of songs on the list, meaning I'm not sure which ones are missing), but also with a few thrown in 'coz I think they're good for people who wanna know Israeli culture and popular Israeli songs, and the other is one that I started making with songs connected in different ways to the current war we're in. They're not all faves, but I thought they capture a moment in time, so I wanted to have them grouped together. I'm actually not done with either list, the latter I really just started not that long ago, so you can expect them to grow.

If we're talking specific Israeli musicians, I find it hard to answer, I think almost every singer or songwriter has at least one good song to offer, and likewise whenever I wanna name one, I feel like adding, "Except for this song... and that one..." No musician is great all the time. But I guess some of my faves (where I like more songs than I don't) include Ivri Lider, Berry Sakharof, Yehuda Poliker, Ran Danker, Harel Ska'at, Chanan ben Ari, Narkis, Eliad, Amir Dadon, Avraham Tal, Marina Maximilian, Achinoam Nini (Noa), Sheila Ferber, Gilad Segev, Ofra Chaza, Meni Berger, Yardena Arazi, Natan Goshen, Keren Peles, Izhar Ashdot, Nurit Galron, and the bands Beit Ha'bubot, Ha'Yehudim, Metropolin, Ethnix, Mashina and Synergia.

I was thinking I should add at least one of these vids to my reply, and for whatever reason, the one that started playing itself in my head (where there is always music) was a song first released in 1993, אדמה חמה (Hot Earth) by Shlomo Gronich and the Shva Choir (Sheba is the English pronunciation of Shva). I love this song, I think the vid was very cool for its time, and I'm still never gonna forgive the MTV viewers who gave it last place in a video music awards. The song incorporates Hebrew and Amharic, both Semitic languages, the latter being the language spoken by Ethiopian Jews. You can actually listen to the whole special album (inspired by the story of the Ethiopian Jewish community's journey to Israel) here.

But just for the fun of throwing in a gay themed song as well, here's התשמע קולי (Will You Hear My Voice), a love poem for a man, originally written by an Israeli poet called Rachel (full name: Rachel Bluwstein Sela), but it's performed here by only men, and no one changed the pronouns, which makes it a mlm song to me. It's so pretty and sad (Rachel is believed to have written the poem to a former lover, a man she even thought at one point she would marry, but WWI tears them apart and they never meet again. She wrote this poem, after getting the news that she's terminally ill), it fills my soul at the same time as it tugs on my heart.

I hope this helps! Sending so much love! xoxox

[theold-ultraviolence]

so excited for your ficletfest bestie!! i'd love to request mutual pining with eddie!

Since I've Been Loving You • Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: working at the radio station on valentine's day is the worst... • 2023 Vday ficlet fest masterlist

Being stuck in traffic, paying taxes, crying babies in a movie theater, are all things you’d rather put up with than working on Valentine’s day. 

It’s the absolute worst day to be working at the radio station. All damn day, answering calls of sappy people requesting love songs for their significant others. You loathe it. And no, it doesn’t have anything to do with people flaunting the bouquets of roses, boxes of chocolates and cards that everyone in the office got except for you. Nothing to do with the fact that all your friends already have dates and they wouldn’t be able to hang out with you. 

Nothing to do whatsoever, with Eddie not being here, today, out of all days. 

By the end of your shift your lip would be all chewed up and your cuticles peeled back. Your eyes keep flicking from the wall clock to the door of your booth, yearning for his figure bursting in and dropping a selection of his personal picks to play on the radio, like always. 

Eddie works in the archives, as one of the curators at the station. He always chooses the greatest records to play, and even has a daily habit of leaving you little notes on certain tracks when he drops off the selection for the day onto your desk. He’s gifted you mixtapes that you cherish as if they’re worth all the gold in the world. His music taste is absolutely exquisite, and he’s so intelligent and witty and funny and handsome, the absolute man of your dreams, whom you’ve been pining for since you started working here, and…and he’d never like you that way. 

How could he? Why would he, of all people? No one you ever have a crush on reciprocates your feelings, it’s just something that doesn’t happen to you. And you’re at peace with it now. Plus, what a silly thing it is – to be having a crush at your age. And on a co-worker!? No way. 

Still, you cling to whatever remnant of hope you have left to at least see him today. That would brighten up your day immediately.

But your shift soon comes to a close and Eddie’s nowhere in sight. 

You grumble when the last ring of the day comes through, fumbling with the telephone cord before picking up the call – 

– through the static, a familiar voice tunes in. 

“Hey there! the name’s Eddie Munson and, okay, so! I uh, I’d like to dedicate this song to my favorite person ever, who I think might be totally clueless. I’ve been dropping hints, giving them mixtapes and notes and shit – oops, sorry, not supposed to swear on the air.” Eddie chuckles. 

Your heart must’ve freaking thrusted out of your chest into the stratosphere. 

“But yeah, so, if they check under the pile of records on their desk, they’ll know which song I’d like to request. They’re keen on Zeppelin, so I thought that track was it, ya know. Happy Valentine’s day, babe! This is for you!” 

The second he disconnects, you scramble through the box of tapes to see that buried underneath the pile is a copy of Led Zeppelin’s “III”, with a post- it that reads, “track 4” with Eddie’s handwriting on sharpie. 

With trembling hands, you put on the tape and flick the ‘on air’ button of your console, speaking to the audience. 

“Coming up next! ‘Since I’ve Been Loving You by Led Zeppelin! As requested by our last caller of the day. Safe to say, your message has been received, Eddie.” 

You giggle as the track begins to play. 

The grin that now stretches your cheeks wide couldn’t be wiped down even if you tried, and all those silly butterflies in your stomach now roam free inside of you, as you listen to the lyrics of the song and realize you’ve been such a fool. 

Such a great fool. 

Too immersed in denial, afraid of being hurt again, that you were terribly oblivious that all this time, after all, your feelings were returned. 

What a wonderful, surreal feeling. 

More so, when Eddie finally opens up the door to your booth, with a bouquet of roses and a goofy grin that makes your heart thump — even quicker when he wraps you in a bear hug, murmuring into your hair, “Fucking finally babe!”

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting besties!! I think you're the ones that have been my mutuals for the longest time! Happy Valentine's day, hope you enjoyed this! x

[twwings]

Big Festivids Recs Post!

Last weekend was the big Festivids GoLive, which meant the release into the wild of 160 brand new small fandom vids (aka fanvids, edits, etc.) Right now the collection's anonymous, but tomorrow is vidder reveals, so I wanted to write up a recs post for some of my absolute favourites from this year's collection. If you know Yuletide, well, Festivids is like Yuletide, celebrating small/weird/underappreciated fandoms! It's an exchange fest, so people ask for the small fandom vids of their heart and, then, receive one.

Honestly the collection this year is SO high quality, you should really go and browse the works yourself in their entirety; there are so many vids that I absolutely loved that I didn't put on this recs list, because I was trying not to get carried away (and also trying to get it done). But just to get you started, here are a smattering of my favourites. I tried to represent a bunch of vid genres and source types here, but ultimately it's just my taste.

RECS RECS RECS!

Andor: Level Up

AHHHH this is a vid about Andor and fascism and collective action and One Way Out and it's so gorgeously done. Perfect song choice, perfect vid, makes me cry and I will rewatch it many times.

Andor: be ready and be brave

Focusing on Ferrix, its history, its people, and its revolution. Absolute chills. Also I'm SO happy whenever I get to watch a vid to a Mountain Goats song.

Mosquita y Mari: como siempre soñé

Such a sweet, soft, slow romance vid. I ACHED for these two. Like reading a 300k slowburn but in three and a half minutes.

Dropout TV: Nothing in my Head

The Dropout TV vid of my DREAAAAAMS! (largely Game Changer but with lots of stuff in there!)

Taskmaster UK: Blood in the Cut

UHHHH. IT'S AMAZING??? It's hot and raw and kinky and hardcore. the vidder has the delicate, precise touch of a bloody scalpel. Yes, this is a vid for Taskmaster, the UK show where comedians do silly tasks. Because yeah, it's that show, but it's also this show.

Slash/Back: Uja

This vidder KNOWS how to vid horror. The way this vid cuts the most terrible images to make them barely-there, more horrifying for being rough slaps against my consciousness . . . yikes. Amazing vidding, super cool and scary, while also maintaining the uplifting, kickass, hopeful tone you want from a collective-action horror movie.

Janelle Monae: I Like That

Glorious, joyful, sexy celebration of being a free-ass motherfucker.

Star Trek: Lower Decks: Hard Times

Boimler vid about how he's essentially a redshirt who is just slightly too sweet to actually die. Absolutely adorable and hilarious.

Woman King: Upside Down

Absolute BANGER of a vid, great cuts, great movement, great character arc and great Dahomey women being amazing.

Romeo + Juliet: Magnetic

We all agree Harold Perrineau is the best Mercutio, SO, with that in mind, here is a flawless celebration of the best Mercutio.

Knives Out/Glass Onion: 'Til You Hit a Nerve

Brilliant comparison vid putting Marta from the first film together with Helen and Andi from the second one, drawing out the similarities and dissimilarities in a visual feast and with a badass powerwalk. Nothing not to love!

David Cronenberg's Films: body

This one is phenomenal. It takes David Cronenberg's entire filmography and condenses it into a vid about all the sexualized body horror. It is deeply horny and deeply disturbing and deeply fascinated by every single finger going into a hole in a body that shouldn't be there. It's soft and tentative and it's very graphic and violent, all at once.

The Wheel of Time: Velodrome

Tower politics and circularity and being bound to one another in every good way and every bad way; what a beautiful vid. I love how this is about a place, and about how that place draws these people together over and over in their shared experience and love and trauma.

The Midnight Sky: The Laughing Heart

Absolutely gorgeous vid of the film to a spoken word + music rendition of Charles Bukowski's "The Laughing Heart" (there is a light somewhere). I have not seen this film but I found this vid deeply moving.

Moby Dick: Queequeg and I

There are four (FOUR!!!) Moby Dick vids at Festivids this year, and they are all amazing combinations of a huge smorgasboard of sources, I heartily recommend them all, but I'll specifically rec two. This one is Queequeg and Ishmael to "Wouldn't It Be Nice" and it is the sweetest queerest thing ever. Queequeg and Ishmael get a happy ending shhhhh they do shhhhh yes this is how it happened they came out of the water they're fine

Moby Dick: a vulture feeds upon the heart forever

This vid is a fucking masterpiece. It is a huge archival multisource Moby Dick vid that weaves all these incredibly different visual together to make a coherent, tragic narrative. And like. The BOOK is not a coherent narrative! This is such gorgeous and amazing fanwork. Don't miss out on it.

Women's 100m Sprinting: Didn't Come to Play

This is GORGEOUS, I don't know anything about sprinting but I know I love these beautiful joyful powerful women running really fast and hugging each other and being amazing. The editing on this is so tight; the vid never stops for a second. Like a sprint?!?!?!

The Golem and the Jinni: סיפור הגולם

This is another book vid, but since this book doesn't have any adaptations, it's using entirely archival source and probably some documentaries and films to construct the story - or, really, construct the vibe of the book, construct the metaphors of the book, and the result is beautiful and powerful and meditative. It's about survival, and making life.

Jesus Christ Superstar: Hope on Fire

This is another umbrella vid, where the vidder is taking a bunch of different productions of the play and mashing them together. This vid focuses on Judas and Jesus/Judas, and it all feels so inevitable and tragic and real and cruel. I really loved it.

Jordan Peele's Films: Goodbye, Honey, You Call That Gone

This is such a wonderful mashup of Jordan Peele's three films, exploring all the parallels and differences and just the rich tapestry of his imagery.

猎罪图鉴 | Under the Skin: Put It On Me

I don't know this source but this was just so gorgeously put together; there's a focus on art and art objects, on hands moving and creating, that's just mesmerizing.

[cc-horan28]

Be My Valentine - 3

It Was Always You

(G) 700 words

Louis Tomlinson x Harry Styles

But standing here, in the urinals, of all places, Louis would have put his hand on a DVD of Grease and sworn to it. 

He was in love.

OR

Louis falls in love at first sight

No Warnings!

A/N: This one’s just a silly little ficlet. Based of course on the Oops, Hi! Headcannon. As always, thank you to Akeyla for this fest and prompts!

Title from Louis’ ‘Always You’

Louis had known he would make it. It wasn’t anything specific that made him think that. Hell, he hadn’t even seen the boy’s face properly. But there was something about the curly mop of hair, the way he held himself at a slight angle, the voice floating across the crowd as he talked to one of the producers that made Louis feel sure of it.

He hadn’t been able to look at him for long, all the people he had come with quickly surrounded him, and besides, he had to warm up for his own audition. But had anyone asked him, he would have denied it. He would have blatantly denied having spent the whole day with his eyes trained on the waves of people passing through the door, hoping for a glimpse of the brown haired boy, whom he’d started referring to as ‘Curly’ in his head already.

And again, if he had spent any amount of time in fantasies revolving around how Curly would react if he called him that, about what he would look like… in some other scenarios, he had the full right to refuse and keep it to himself.

But standing here, in the urinals, of all places, Louis would have put his hand on a DVD of Grease and sworn to it. 

He was in love.

Yes, he was aware they hadn’t yet shared a single word, except for the awkward encounter in said urinals he didn’t want to elaborate on, but his mind was made up anyways.

“Hi,” he whispered as he stepped towards the row of sinks, voice wavering a little nervously as he turned the tap on, catching the boy’s eye in the mirror. “I’m Louis,” he smiled, trying not to stare when he saw how green the boy’s eyes were, “Tomlinson,” he added quickly.

“Harry Styles,” the boy smiled back, and Louis had the insane feeling that this was the only name he’d ever want to say for the rest of his life. It was always going to be him. He shook the thought away quickly, hoping Harry didn’t notice the colour creeping up his cheeks. 

They’d struck up an easy conversation, talking about what song they’d picked and how their auditions had gone. They had both gotten through to the bootcamp, and Harry was currently on a roll, drawling on about how he would miss a week of school for it. Louis wasn’t quite sure what the point of it all was, but he was perfectly content. He would gladly have stood there for hours, just listening to his slow, rambling voice. 

They’d stood facing each other a bit awkwardly at the end of the day, families waiting for them outside. 

“I wouldn’t worry about it if I was you,” Louis blurted out, “I mean, if anyone’s going to make it, it’s going to be you,” Sure, they were supposed to be competing with each other, but the funny thing was, he meant it. There could be no other name better suited to being in front of the masses, could there?

Louis found himself staring at his dimples, having physically stopped himself from gasping when Harry’s face split into a wide grin. Harry mumbled something back, flushing to the tip of his ears. He gave him an awkward little wave as he walked backward, the promise of seeing him the next day all that registered with Louis’ muddled brain.

He smiled to himself, unable to wait for tomorrow to come as he strode towards his family. He was truly, madly, deeply in love.

A/N: Reblogs are always appreciated 💕