#anywhere but here

[goose168]

One thing about the 90s - 00s: they were gonna make a mother+daughter coming of age movie at least twice a year.

The “I hate my overbearing or eccentric & irresponsible mother” genre is slowing making a comeback and I couldn’t be happier

[thefreakymunson]

Anywhere But Here (Eddie Munson x reader)

SUMMARY: You've taken on a new manager shift as the tour manager for a up and coming band named Corroded Coffin. What you didn't expect was a whirlwind of events to happen after that or for their lead singer to be so attractive. A/N: This will be a slowburn and I'm excited for you all to read it!! READ PART 2 HERE

You looked up at the tour bus and sighed softly, gripping your luggage a bit tighter. It seemed too loom in the distance as you walked closer to it, knowing you needed to just get it over with. What’s the worst that could happen when you’re stuck traveling on a bus with four other men? You were screwed out of your own accommodations, which was usually a private bus that traveled behind the band. You weren’t told about the lack of a second bus until an hour before you were all set to leave. You hadn’t even ever met this band before.

Corroded Coffin, a new heavy metal band from Indiana. Young kids just starting off their music careers after the success of their debut album, Anywhere But Here, which sold nearly over 500,000 copies in its first week. You had been given a run down of them. They were all in their mid-twenties and wild by the promotional poster you had been printing off nearly all week. Two of them were pretty cute but you knew better than to ever dare get involved with your work.

Just as you were about to open the door, it swung open, hitting you in the chest and knocking you backwards a bit and causing you to drop your bag. You looked up in shock, seeing the same shocked expression on the mans face who was walking down the steps.

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He said, rushing down the three steps quicker to help you pick up your bag, “Didn’t realize how heavy that door was.”

“Its fine,” you laughed softly, “Guess I learned my lesson not to stand so close.”

You got a good look at the guy when he stood up straight, nearly towering over you. He was from the band. The one with the longer hair who has giving himself devil horns, his tongue sticking out. The cute one.

“Where you coming on the bus?” He asked, brows furrowed in confusion as if he was wondering why you were standing so close.

“Yeah. I’m the tour manager.” You nodded.

“Shit,” he snorted, “Day one and I’m already abusing my manager.”

“I won’t hold it against you,” you gave him a small smile.

“Thank god,” he smirked, “I’m Eddie.”

“Y/N,” you said, stretching your hand out. He grasped it in both of his much larger ones and shook it, “Thank you for assaulting me on the first day. It’s nice to get that out of the way.”

He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his mouth as he looked down at you, a bright smile spreading across his face. He dropped your hand and stepped back, opening the door for you. You reached for your heavy bag but he tutt’d you and lifted them over his shoulder easily.

“Least I could do after nearly knocking you out, right?” He remarked as he followed you up the steps.

“Where is everyone?” You asked, noticing the bus was completely empty.

“They ran out to get some supplies for the trip,” Eddie nodded, “Food and shit like that...important things.”

“It wasn’t stocked already?” You turned to look at him, “Man...they really dropped the ball this time around. Usually, the bus is fully stocked for everyone.”

“Beer and condoms,” Eddie nodded but didn’t dare make eye contact with you, “They didn’t come stocked...that’s what they went after.”

“Ah. The real important things,” you laughed.

You chose a bunk at random and pushed the curtain back, stepping back to let him sit your bags down.

“They normally give me another travel option but for some reason, they couldn’t get another RV.” You shrugged.

“I figured they’d put someone on the bus with us to make sure we’re behaving.”

“I don’t know what they were thinking but like don’t worry, I usually just keep to myself anyway until we’re stopped.”

“Where’s the fun in keeping to yourself?” He smirked as he leaned against the bunks on the opposite side, “You’re apart of the band now, hm?”

You laughed and turned to look at him, his face half visible by the lighting from the seating area. His long hair tumbled over his shoulders, arms crossed over a tank-top covered chest. Multiple tattoos decorated his arms. He had the look. He was going to be a big hit with the ladies. You’d done enough tours to know women went crazy for men like him...for good reason.

He gave you another small smile before he turned and walked out of the bunks, taking a deep breath. You were beautiful...one of the most beautiful girls he had seen in awhile. There was no way he was going to get through this tour without making an idiot out of himself.

When the rest of the guys got back, you had thankfully already gotten your bottom bunk set up. You were thumbing through a book when you heard the boisterous voices and heavy footsteps coming back through to the bunks.

“Bottom left bunk is taken,” you heard Eddie’s voice.

“By who?”

“Tour manager,” he said.

“We got a babysitter!?”

“Gareth…” Eddie sighed just as you were opening your curtain and peeking your head out.

“Hello,” you said as you crawled out of the small space.

“A girl at that!?”

“Jesus christ,” Eddie snorted, shaking his head as he walked back into the front area.

You introduced yourself to them individually, learning their names were Gareth, Jeff, and another one they all lovingly referred to as “Freak.” The bus driver arrived and things sort of settled down a bit, most of the guys in sitting in the front lounge watching a movie.

The first day was always the slowest. It was the farthest distance to travel, the longest night, everything was a little awkward still. You were in your bunk, lost in a book for about three hours when you heard the first few strings of your favorite song being played from the back lounge.

You had learned Eddie was the guitarist and singer. His voice was strong, thick, and sent goosebumps down your skin when you first heard it. But that was on a cassette with a band backing him.

Acoustically, his voice was raspier and dreamy, a comforting sound that you found yourself leaning closer to the opening to get a better hearing. He was barely stroking the strings and his singing had turned to humming. Something pulled you from your space and before you could truly stop yourself, your feet were walking the very short distance to the back of the bus where you cracked the door open.

He was stooped over the guitar that rested in his lap, his chin resting on the body as he lazily strummed along to whatever was going on inside of his mind. Cigarette smoke swirled around him, filling the room in the acrid scent. His long brown hair was pulled into a low bun and you had realized only then that he was shirtless.

The bus hit a bump, jostling the door open even wider, and Eddie’s eyes popped open to see who was spying on him.

“Shit, did I wake you up?” He sighed, “Sorry if so.”

“No, not at all. I was reading actually.” You gave him a small smile as you walked into the lounge and closed the door behind you, “I heard my favorite song.”

“Didn’t take you for a L.A Guns girl.”

“Yeah, well, don’t judge a book by its cover, hm?” You gave him a small smile, “I think everyone else is asleep in the front.”

“Yeah, probably so. They could sleep through storms...and I’ve personally seen Jeff sleep through Gareth hammering the shit out of the drums so it doesn’t shock me.” He said, picking up his cigarette that was resting on the lip of the ashtray.

“You don’t sleep much either, hm?”

“What gave you that idea?” He smirked, “But no...not enough at least.”

“Good. I was scared I was going to be alone most of the traveling time. I hate trying to be quiet when everyone else is asleep.”

He sat the guitar down on its stand and leaned back, running his hands over his face as he groaned softly. His stomach contracted as he stretched and you noticed a few tattoos adorning his chest, and as your eyes trailed down, you could see the small happy trail peeking up over his boxers. There was something oddly sexy about this guy. You knew better than to ever mix business with pleasure. You felt yourself blushing and forced your eyes away from him as you curled your legs underneath you.

“This is your first tour completely, hm?” You asked, eyes daring to flick over to him before looking back down at your fingers. He was staring daggers at you.

“Outside of the small ones we’d do around Indiana, yeah.” He nodded, “First time in a bus, too...this is so much better than the van.”

“You nervous at all?”

“Always get a little preshow jitters,” he nodded, “But nothing drastic. That’ll probably change tomorrow night. We’ve never played a sold out show.”

“Ah, you’re going to do great.” You waved your hand dismissively, “The girls are going to be crazy.”

“Yeah right,” he snorted, “We’d be lucky to even have one girl there, I’m sure.”

“Are you insane?” You laughed, “Chicks dig band members and you’re four great looking guys.”

His head dropped to the side, his eyes locking on yours as if to say “Seriously?” in their own silent ways.

“I’m being serious. I’ve toured with big bands and smaller bands than you. I’ve seen girls try and break into hotels and into the bus. They steal things so make sure you lock any and all valuables up if you bring any girls back to the bus.” You nodded, “First nights are always the quietest but after that first show...you’re going to have girls hanging off of you.”

“That’s the thing though,” he said as he quickly licked his lips, “I just love music...I’m not in it for the groupies or whatever...I just want to play my songs and hangout with my friends afterwards, ya know? I don’t...I don’t like a lot of people in my space. I’d much rather everything just be mellow like this...until show time, of course. Maybe I’m weird but...I’m not really in this for the famous side. I don’t really want to be famous...i just want to be heard.”

“That’s not weird at all. It’s honestly refreshing. I toured with Motley Crue last year for a short stint and all they thought about was sex and drugs...I never got any rest.” You snorted, resting your chin on your knee as you hugged your legs tighter to you.

“I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about us bringing anything like that on here,” he snorted, “Now...we may play DnD every once in awhile.”

“DnD?”

“Dungeons and Dragons,” he smirked, “Nerd shit.”

“I’ve always wanted to learn to play that,” your eyes widened, “I was always too intimidated to learn in high school..”

“Intimidated?” He smirked, “By the geeks?”

“By everyone,” you laughed, “Didn’t make friends easy.”

“Where you shy?” He grinned over at you.

“Maybe a bit,” you laughed, looking up at him through your lashes, “What about you?”

“I was hated,” he laughed, “There was a whole spill that happened...bunch of bullshit honestly, but...got over it, ya know?”

“How old are you? It said in your files but to be honest, I didn’t really read over everything.”

“Twenty-six,” he nodded, “Just turned twenty-six.”

“Same here,” you nodded, “Well, it’s my birthday soon.”

“When?”

“Next Wednesday,” you shrugged, “Usually spend it by myself.”

The bus hit another bump in the road and the two of you braced yourselves against the couch as everything swayed. He groaned and closed his eyes, the familiar nauseated feeling hitting him like it did earlier.

“Carsick?” You scrunched your nose.

“Horribly,” he buffed.

“Come here.” You said as you stood up and walked back into the bunk area. You reached in for your bags and pulled out a small pill bottle for anti-nausea. You weren’t expecting him to be so close when you turned around, but you bumped into him and gasped slightly.

“Sorry...didn’t mean to scare you,” he said softly as he took the pill from your hand. You watched as he swallowed it with the beer he had been nursing earlier before the bus hit another bump yet again except this time, you didn’t mind. It knocked the both of you flush against each other, causing him to pin you back against the wall. You reached out to grab him, your hands falling to his waist as he caught himself on the paneling.

“Jesus,” you huffed, looking up at him as he steadied himself, “You okay?”

“Mhm,” he grimaced, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said with a soft smile, “It gets easier the longer you’re on a bus like this...but maybe I should report the driver.”

He laughed and watched as you sat down into your bunk and put the bottle back up.

“Think I’m going to head to bed,” Eddie said, “You good?”

“Yeah,” you gave him a small smile, “See ya in the morning. Rest up for that big day tomorrow.”

[rageisinourveins]

PVRIS // ANYWHERE BUT HERE

[rainagainstthewindowatnight]

mother / daughter relationships portrayed in film :

little women (2019) / terms of endearment (1983) / girl in progress (2012) / carrie (2013) / anywhere but here (1999) / the joy luck club (1993) / the hunger games : mockingjay part one (2014) / room (2015) / thirteen (2003) / 13 going on 30 (2004)

[allenvooreef]

Today I give you a little love letter to our Stars Without Number campaign - specifically this gorgeous emotional scene between @thesheepthewolf s Gem and Tijn’s NPC Hynna. For good measure I also added bunch of other sketches I made for our space nerds, including the ones played by @lian.1013 and @jnvamusic, that I love but continuously forget to post. 🪐🚀

[comorbidlyincapacitated]

Abduction. Original work. 2024.

Credit for sample photo used: Björk by Spike Jonze

[angelicdesires]

Anywhere but Here, 1999

[dreamluminosity]

pvris at Rough Trade East, London 3.6.23 (7:30pm later show)

find clips I got of the show here

[snappingthewalls]

[holypureashes]

Im all done with earth guys, beam me up!

[thefreakymunson]

Anywhere But Here, chapter 2 (Eddie Munson x reader)

READ CHAPTER 1 HERE

SUMMARY: First sold out show jitters, lots of nerves, and a little flirting. A/N: I'm so glad you guys are liking this so far! I've got a lot planned for this lil fic. Hope you enjoy!

You were woken up by the sound of the bus air breaks letting out which meant one thing: You arrived at the destination. You could hear several individual faint snores and sighed in relief. Thankfully the guys had slept in by the sounds of it. You slid out of your bed, grabbing your toiletry bag, and headed to get ready for the day. Just as you were reaching for the bathroom door, you heard soft humming from the other side as the shower ran. You were too late. Someone had beat you to it.

You settled for making coffee and sitting down to wait until the bathroom was available. The first big show was tonight and you were excited to see what these guys could do. They sounded great on tape so you just knew they were going to sound great live.

However, when the door opened and its occupant stepped outside, you nearly choked on the hot liquid that was in your mouth. Eddie’s long hair clung to his shoulders, the towel tied around his waist left little to be imagined. Eddie Munson was hot and it was getting harder to deny. You had only known the guy for less than twenty-four hours but the attraction was there. Apparently. You could feel it in the way your legs involuntarily clenched together whenever he was around.

“Morning,” he flashed you a quick smile and a wink, “Bath’s all yours, doll.”

Doll? Did he just call you DOLL? Who the fuck did this smug bastard think he was?...and why did you like it so much?

You watched as he walked in through the bunk door and shut it gently behind him, leaving you standing there staring in awe.

The rest of the day went by fairly smoothly. You walked around the venue, making sure everything was set up and going smoothly. It was going to be a big crowd tonight. 500 tickets sold out nearly immediately. As you were standing inside, listening to the band perform a soundcheck, you could hear the people chanting Corroded Coffin’s name through the steel barriers. It was one of your favorite parts of your job, seeing the small smiles the band shared as they listened to their name being screamed. They were all still humble and didn’t realize the impact they were going to have on the music industry. You were so excited to watch them grow.

You sat in the lights booth with the tech, watching as they went through their first song. It was a cover of a Iron Maiden song. It wouldn’t be the song they started their set with, but it was challenging enough to get everyone warmed up. They were playing to an empty room and yet they still were so amped up.

Once the sound techs were happy and gave the thumbs up, the band dispersed to get ready for the night.

Thirty minutes before stage time, you were walking through the hallway on the dressing rooms, making sure everyone had what they needed. Jeff needed water, Gareth needed a cigarette, and Freak was too busy staring at himself in the mirror as he got himself ready.

Eddie’s room was the last to visit.

You walked to his door and knocked twice and the door was yanked open, seeing Eddie standing there halfway dressed. He sighed in relief when he seen it was you and gently pulled you into the dressing room before he shut the door behind you.

“You okay?”

“No,” he sighed as he held his hands up. You could visibly see them shaking.

“Woah, what’s wrong?” You frowned, watching as he paced the room, his belt buckle clanking as he walked.

“There’s a lot of people out there. That’s what’s wrong.” He said as he chewed on his nails, “This place seats what?...500 people?”

“Yes.”

“And it’s sold out?”

“Yes.”

“That’s so many fucking people.”

“I thought you said you weren’t nervous?” You sighed softly.

“Yeah, well, I lied I guess.” He snorted, “I can’t do this.”

“Yes you can.” You said sternly, “And you are. You’re going to be fine. Here.”

He watched as you pulled a pack of cigarettes out of your pocket and placed it between his lips, lighting the end for him, and stepping back. He took what must’ve been the longest puff you had ever seen as he leaned back against the wall. You watched as he blew the smoke out around him and quickly licked his lips before he looked over at you, “Are the guys okay?”

“They’re a little anxious as well,” you nodded, “But you guys sounded great at rehearsal. You’re going to sound even better tonight.”

“It’s not that,” he said softly, “Yeah, we sounded great. But we went from playing shows with like...five drunks tops at The Hideout to now nearly 500 people. This isn’t real.”

“It is real and this isn’t The Hideout anymore, bub.” You said as you tucked your clip board under you arm.

Just as you were about to continue on with your statement, the opening band started playing which drowned the noise out. He finished his cigarette and tossed the butt into the nearest trashcan. He jumped around for a few minutes, trying to calm himself down as he listened the opening act. You sat and watched silently as he tried to buckle his belt but because of his shaking hands, he feed the post through the small hole, and you hated seeing him struggle.

Without saying anything, you walked over to him and turned him around to face you as you gripped his belt, tightening it around his waist, and then fastening it before you gripped his chin and forced him to look at you.

“You’ve got this, Eddie.” you said loud enough for him to hear. In return, he gave you a small smile that said he wasn’t sure of anything and bordered on a ‘please help me’ grin.

And before long, it was time for them to go on stage. The crowd had flooded into the arena and were chanting even louder. You were standing with them on the side stage, watching as they peeked out of the curtain. The headliner had already performed and had already gotten the crowed amped up. You could feel the anxiety pouring off of them as they finished their bottles of water and glanced at each other.

“Four minutes,” you called out to them.

You watched as they huddled up, arms linked around reach others shoulders. You couldn’t hear what was being said over the crowd screaming as the lights cut out, developing everything in total darkness on stage.

“Hellfire!” They all shouted and broke the huddle. They all walked out onstage under the disguise of the dark and you noticed Eddie stayed still. You knew he was going to lead them off and they were all waiting on his first chords.

“Eddie?” You said loud enough to where he could hear you as you gripped his shoulder, “You got this. You’re going to go out there and melt their fucking faces off, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, jumping a bit on his heels, “Hell yeah.”

“Let’s go!” You said, taking a deep breath and shoving him out onto the stage. He would thank you for that later. No matter how nasty of a look he shot you as he glared back at you.

You stood on the side lines, hearing the first few notes of their hit single, Hellfire, slice through the quietened crowd. The lights flicked on as soon as Eddie started singing and the crowd went crazy, pressing as hard as they could up against the front barricades.

They sounded amazing and you could see how much they were enjoying themselves as they toyed around on stage. The crowd was wild, you could feel the electricity spewing off of them and bouncing onto the band. You stepped off stage and stood with the crew between the stage and the barrier, snapping a few photos of the band as they played.

Any time they stepped close to the stage, arms and hands were reaching for them. A few instances called for hands to be jerked off of their legs. Jeff lost a shoe at some point. The nervousness had erased from their faces, or maybe they were good actors, you hadn’t decided yet. They sounded amazing and looked even better. You were proud of them and you had only known them less than two days.

They were going to own the heavy metal music world and you were getting to see the first part of their takeover.

When they got off stage, they shared tight hugs with each other. They were handed wet towels to cool down and Eddie tossed it over his head. The smile on his face was unmatched. It spread from nearly ear to ear. Their guitars were taken from them and you ushered them backstage amidst the swarm of techs and road crew.

“How’d that feel?” You asked them once the door was shut. They were all still breathless and a sweaty mess, most of them shirtless by now.

“That…” Eddie grinned as he looked around at the guys, the towel still draped over his head, “Was fuckin’ amazing. We sounded great.”

“Fuck yes you did!” You grinned.

“Holy shit,” he panted, collapsing down into the chair closest to him.

“Got about an hour until we head out. Backstage passes are being let in now and the oom’s stacked of everything you’ll possibly need.” You arched your eyebrows, “Have fun. Don’t contract anything.”

“Well where are you going?” Eddie asked as if the fact that you were leaving didn’t sit right with him.

“Got some business side of things to tie up. And I don’t want to see any of you hooking up with any of these girls.” You wrinkled your nose, causing them all to laugh except for Eddie. He had a strange expression on his face as he looked over at you...like he was pleading silently for you to stay.

You opened the door and the squeals of the girls on the other side sliced through the air as they rushed into the room. You watched only for a second as the girls swarmed each member, shoving items to sign in their faces or trying to hug and touch them. You looked back once more to see Eddie looking at you once again before his attention was drawn down to a woman asking him to sign her chest as she peeled her shirt off.

You had never walked out of a room so quickly in your life.

When everyone was back on the bus, a few extra girls in tote much less to Eddie’s prior words, you managed to slip back into your bunk after changing out of your clothes and into a pair of shorts and a tank top. The back lounge had been the designated hookup area for the night apparently. You were sure all the guys were back there enjoying themselves, as they should be able to, until you heard the unmistakable flicking of a lighter. You poked your head out and looked through the door from the front lounge, seeing Eddie flopping down onto the couch in the darkened room.

An occasional passing car headlight would illuminate his silhouette but the amber glow from the tip of his cigarette easily helped you locate him. You sat down beside of him, curling your knees up under you, as you looked over at him.

“You okay?” You asked softly.

“Yeah,” he nodded, voice a bit raspy from overuse earlier, “I’m okay. I just...guess I’m taking it all in. I just played my first sold out show.”

“Feels good, huh?” you smiled, bumping your shoulder with his.

“It does,” you could hear the smile in his voice, “It feels really fuckin’ good, Y/N.”

“Then why aren’t you back there celebrating the old fashioned way?” You laughed to yourself, “There was some hotties that came in.”

“Just not my style to sleep around,” he shrugged, “They all have serious relationships back home and I know it’s their business but...still a little shitty in my mind.”

“A lot of musicians separate home life from road life,” you nodded, “Do you have a relationship?”

“No,” he shook his head slightly, “Not anymore. Being on tour would’ve been an issue to her so we got into a big fight before I left.”

“That’s horrible,” you frowned, “I’m sorry.”

“What about you?” He asked softly.

“Nope. I’m afraid of commitment.” You said with a soft laugh, “Relationships scare me, I think. Putting all that trust into someone else...hoping you won’t get hurt in the end...and most of the time, it happens anyway.”

“They’d be a fool to hurt you, Y/N.” Eddie said softly, cigarette bobbing in his mouth as he spoke, “Thank you...for earlier. The whole dressing room thing. I don’t get nervous often but it got the best of me.”

“If looks could kill, I would’ve been dead when I pushed you out on stage.” You smirked.

“Oh, I could’ve thrown you off the stage at that point.” He said, making you laugh. He smiled as he looked over at you, “You would’ve learned to fly in that moment.”

You decided then that you liked him. He was handsome and sweet, kind and caring, and extremely humble. You could see the two of you having a good friendship. You wouldn’t let your dumb feelings get in the way of that. You let your guard down and rested your head on his shoulder in the dark room.

As you were reminding yourself that you don’t mix business with pleasure, you felt a foreign touch on your chin. Eddie’s fingers was tilting your head back just enough for him to place a kiss on your lips. You tried to stop him, tried to get your mind to move the rest of your body and push him back, but his kiss was warm and welcoming. The only thing your brain told your body to do was to open your mouth, feeling his tongue swipe against yours. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, earning a soft moan from him.

Goosebumps fleshed out on your chilly skin as his hand trailed down to your neck, his thumb trailing over your jaw as the kiss deepened.

Your hands came up to his face, nuzzling into him as you kissed him hungrily. He tasted like beer and cigarettes, something you didn’t know you liked the taste of until you tasted it on him. His fingers threaded through your hair, licking his lips once you broke for air.

“We can’t,” you said softly, “I’m not supposed to have any relationship with my clients.”

“No one has to know,” he shrugged.

“I’ve got eyes on me at every turn, Eddie.” You frowned.

“I understand,” he nodded. You could see the disappointment etched on his face even in the darkness, “Jobs are important...but you can’t tell me you didn’t feel that, too.”

You laughed softly and nodded. Of course you did. It felt like electricity pulsing through your veins the moment he touched your chin. And if you were any other sane person, you would’ve gotten up and went to bed.

However, a car light coming through the window illuminated his face and the way he was looking at you was enough to send that familiar longing through your body. You moved to straddle his lap, fingers linking through his hair as you kissed him again. He spread his legs as he sunk down in the couch, knocking you a bit further up his body until your chest was resting against his. His hands roamed over your back before dipping into the back of your shorts, his fingers skimming the band of your panties.

“Wished we had some place different to do this,” you mumbled.

You kissed down his neck, feeling him tilt his head to the side as he sighed softly.

“I don’t think they’re going to come out of that back room any time soon,” he mumbled, fingers coming up to pull your shirt from your body.

You sat back, tossing your shirt to the side, watching him as he turned over one of the lamps to give you just enough light to actually see on another.

“Hi,” he laughed softly.

“Hi,” you smirked, bending forward and pressing another kiss to his lips.

It was addictive. Once you started, you couldn’t stop yourself. His kiss was soft, plush lips feeling like a small piece of heaven against your own. His hands came up to the back if your head, cradling you to him as you experimentally grinded yourself against him, illiciting a soft moan that was muffled by your mouth.

Just as you were about to reach for his pants, the backdoor swung open and the two of you jumped. You rushed to pull your shirt back on as he stood up and blocked the entry to the room, wanting to cover you and give you a bit of modesty. It was dead silent as he leaned back against the door, keeping it still as it rattled with whoever was trying to come through it.

Embarrassment painted your face red and you felt the humiliated tears well up in your eyes. You didn’t think anyone saw you but...still. Once he seen you were dressed, he let the door go and let the throng of people into the front room, the scent of sweat and weed billowing them in behind them.

You glanced up to see Eddie staring at you as if he wanted to say something, but you dipped out of the now crowded room, walking back to the bunk where you shut the curtain and buried your red hot face into the pillow.

If only you had gotten your way once in life….

[rageisinourveins]

PVRIS // ANYWHERE BUT HERE

[addictt-with-a-pen]

Sunnyland // Mayday Parade

[poprocklyrics]

Now I'm wearing this smile that I don't believe in Inside I feel like screaming

Bruised and Scarred, Mayday Parade