#britpop au

[sirenlulls]

baby i'm yours → g. gallagher

pairing —gene gallagher x albarn!reader

summary —where gene’s a bit of a cheeky bastard & you post a new podcast episode

baby, i'm yours, and i'll be yours until two and two makes three

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genegallagher bitz n bobz

user blud was def giggling to himself choosing the second pic

↳ user "they're gonna think im so cool for this"

↳ user "everyone's gonna be so jealous I'm sleeping with the it girl of the millenium" WELL I AM JEALOUS. IM SEETHING WITH JEALOUSY. IM GREEN WITH ENVY. THANK YOU MR GALLAGHER. I HOPE UR HAPPY.

user step up the game bro not enough y/n

↳ genegallagher I'll work on it

yourusername hihihihihihihihihi

yourusername hello

yourusername hey *in a really cool n suave n sexy voice*

↳ genegallagher Hello

↳ yourusername ur pretty cute icl 🤭

↳ genegallagher You're not too bad yourself xx

yourusername just scraped my knee falling for u

↳ genegallagher There's plasters in the bathroom press

↳ yourusername let me flirt with you ballache bastard

↳ genegallagher I've never felt so romanced 😍😍

yourusername guys don't be fooled, he had no idea how to use the camera!!! he's a caveman!!!!

↳ genegallagher Smh this defamation is heartbreaking.

↳ yourusername awe the baby :(

user mum and dad

user my pants drop every time i see them

↳ user ur so me

ruby1kid Such angels xx Must meet up again soon!! Love you both 😘😘❤️❤️💋💋

↳ genegallagher Love you too xx

↳ yourusername definitely!! missing our chats xx

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yourusername look the lover to the beach (plus a hidden gem of moody chops junior + senior)

liamgallagher Who are you calling moody chops?

↳ yourusername no one special 😇

↳ user oh no the gallagher cheek is getting to her

genegallagher Don’t appreciate this.

↳ yourusername poor thing :(

genegallagher You look okay I guess…….

↳ yourusername sleep on the couch xoxo

genegallagher Think those shells are still in my coat pocket

↳ yourusername forgot you picked them up tbh 😭

↳ genegallagher Kinda had to since you kept going on about how pretty they were 😔🙄

↳ user only relationship ever

gracieabrams ilyilyilyilyily

gracieabrams hi wife

↳ yourusername hi loverrrrr

bobbyskeetz beach.

↳ yourusername beach!

↳ bobbyskeetz beach?

↳ genegallagher beach

↳ user gene is soooo sick of this shit lmao i eat it up all the time

user mother is mothering so hard y’all

user im in love w you

user i wont u so bad

user nepotism done right i’m on my knees fr

graciebrns AHHHHBHBABABABABHAAAA

↳ user grace is so me

graciebrns i love u sososo bad

↳ yourusername I LOVE YOU MORE PRETTYYYYY

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genegallagher Got dragged to the beach and got some of the best views

yourusername omg romance?? i didn’t know it did that 😱😱

↳ genegallagher Won’t happen again xx

yourusername iloveu

↳ genegallagher I love you too

yourusername you’re so sappy

↳ genegallagher If it’s such a problem I can stop

↳ yourusername NO ITS CUTE

user the last pic 🤭🤭🤭

user praying damon skips this post because he doesn’t deserve to be traumatised at the last slide

user “some of the best views” gene can u kys i deserve this life

user genes getting too bold im half expecting to see tits on the tl soon

↳ user don’t give him ideas

ruby1kid Stunning!!! ❤️❤️ Hope you’re having the best time, lovies!! 🥰🥰🥰

↳ yourusername we’re having a ball! can’t wait to see you next week xx

↳ ruby1kid I expect to see all the photos (even the bad ones) 🤣🤣🤣🤣

↳ yourusername oh especially the bad ones 😝

↳ genegallagher I don’t like this

genegallagher just updated their instagram story!

yourusername just updated their instagram story!

[stxrshxpxd]

🌷 fic friday;

bad dream

90s damon albarn x reader,, angst + make up

It was a slow sunday afternoon, alone in my studio flat. I was listening to a mixtape my friend had made me for my birthday, and was trying not to think about the lyrics Jeff Buckley was singing at me. I hated, from the bottom of my heart, that Damon had ruined so much good music for me. In the last few months I had realised how many of my favourite musicians only ever really sang about heartbreak.

About four months ago Damon and I had gotten into a massive fight. We both were quick to act up about stuff, but this time was different. We hadn’t resorted to angry make up sex or a soppy hug and kiss. Damon had stormed out of my place and I had stayed. All night I had laid, in and out of sleep, replaying all our words and getting angry all over again. A week passed and we didn’t see each other, but I heard about him through our mutual friends – that was another thing I had realised; I had no friends that weren’t also friends with Damon – and by the end of the week the gossip that had gotten to me was that we had broken up.

I was furious for a month, then I was sad for a month, then I thought I was over it for a month and then another month of sadness came. And here came a knock at the door.

“Yeah?” I called over Jeff’s writhing. Friends came and went as they pleased a lot around my place. There was no answer for a while and then the door opened carefully. Looking up from my slouched pose on my couch, I was shocked to see Damon standing in the middle of the room.

“I had a really bad dream.”

I didn’t know if I wanted to yell or cry or laugh.

“At four in the afternoon?” I laughed but didn’t smile. I stood up and walked right past him, making a point to not look at him or smell him. It was to no avail; the whole place already smelled like him again, when his scent had only just about faded from the wallpaper. I turned the music off, filling the air with heavy silence.

“No, I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“Well, mommy’s here,” I joked viciously, walking past Damon again and sitting down on the couch. Fuck, his scent was still weaved into the blanket under me. He ignored my attitude and he looked down at his dirty socks. He resembled a dog drenched in shame. He also looked very good, his hair having grown about two inches and a new, short stubble scratching the fabric of his dark blue hood.

“I dreamt that you had died. And for a minute when I woke up I thought it was real.”

It felt like everything inside me spilled out of my pores and I couldn’t move my legs. There was so much hurt in his voice.

“I woke up kind of sobbing. And um…”

Damon looked up and around the room. Then he closed his eyes and talked faster.

“It made me realise how fucking much I’ve got left that I wanna do with you. And I didn’t want the last thing I ever did to you to be yelling and slamming a door in your face.”

While he talked I regained mobility in my legs and I sat further out on the edge of the couch.

“What would you want the last thing you do to me to be?” I asked quietly and stood up. He accepted me standing close to him and I felt myself getting high off his scent again.

“Apologise,” Damon muttered and poked around in the air between us for my hand. His finger hooked around mine at last. He looked up as I grimaced and shook my head.

“Try again,” I mumbled. Damon smiled ever so slightly and grabbed my whole hand.

“Kiss you?”

He leaned in impulsively.

“That’s better,” I laughed softly and accepted his kiss. It felt like four months worth of kisses washing over me and I couldn’t think straight for a long moment.

“Now can I apologise?” Damon purred and I kissed him again with a wide smile.

[animulnitrate]

AND THE GODS MADE LOVE... . *. ⋆

somewhere between the past, present, and future..

damon x reader.

:word count: 515

The night's atmosphere seemed a bit thicker than usual as the shooting stars made a twinkling sound before reaching the ground.

The days were usually long but each night you shared was longer than that night before. It was like an occurring dream. Warm waves of pink and purple danced around your core as you slowly slipped deeper into a haze… deeper… deeper.

So desperate to reach that destination, your landing point. So many miles away, but so close. You could feel him.. with you. Or were you dreaming again? You've always wished on that star, hoping it would grant you some time of power stronger than anything known to man.

You came down from your high, the saturated view slowly faded to that dark and gloomy color you called earth. This was no place for the man you yearned for, he was too good. Too mesmerizing. Your eyes looked up at the sky, squinting as the sun interrupted your view of the clouds shaped as a rose?..

A waterfall?...

The wind kissed your skin as you looked at your surroundings. You were distracted, not noticing the cars honking at you as you stood in the middle of the road. You jumped, crossing the street frantically to get to the coffee shop you normally do your readings at. Your journal was in your hand, gripped firmly as you pushed the glass door open.

The regulars greeted you with smiles.

“Hi y/n!”

“Y/n I can't wait to hear what you have today!”

You could only smile back, running on 4 hours of sleep because you couldn't stop writing. You sat at a table, folding the leather book back so the pages welcomed you with a fresh canvas. A few feet away from you, you heard a familiar voice. The voice carried a raspy, whispery, british voice.

There was a faint smell of cigarettes, catching your attention as your neck snapped around quickly. There he was. Your hand slammed the journal shut. You could feel your soul already eager to jump out of you, but you weren't ready to get out of your seat just yet. You examined him, seeing if he would sit down as well.. which he did.

The vibration of his chair scooting out sent a shock through you, which made him also seem to react in a way. He shook his hand as if there was a sensation that surprised him. How odd.. You two nearly made eye contact, but you couldn't risk it. You knew him, but he didn't know you. You were aware of what was happening, and you weren't crazy for thinking about it. 

“Y/n, you're up!”

You heard the host speak, setting the mic up for you. You nervously stood to your feet, your knees shaking. You walked, stopping so the mic was nearly centimeters from your lips while you wished they could have been replaced with his. Clearing your throat, you spoke.

“Hey everyone.. Im y/n..” This quickly caught Damon's attention, his pupils dilating, and yours. 

“This ones called; “And the Gods made Love.”

god help me i hope y'all like this... part two?

[transitofmercury]

I don’t normally like Modern AUs for Atti and Orla because I think a lot of what I enjoy about them is so tied to their context and cultures BUT all the Modern AUs I do like to rotate in my brain from time to time are incredibly specific and allow Orla to be a niche nepo-baby. She has to have her nepotism, it’s the modern being-a-princess.

[argyleheir]

Here’s the fanmix/playlist I posted to celebrate hitting the halfway mark on my 1990s Dracula AU, featuring RADIOHEAD, STEREO MC’s, SPICE GIRLS, THE PRODIGY, and more 🦇📻

[cherryirne]

teasing y'all.

but only in russian tbh.

[nepobabyeurydice]

New au idea: annabeth gets fatally injured in New Jersey and the closest safety is the Wayne manor. She’s with Thalia for the quest and the extent of Thalias knowledge of Annabeth’s dad’s side is what she accidentally let slip (much of which wouldn’t make sense without the context Thalia also has of being neglected by a parent) and what she babbles out through nightmares when they were on the street. Could either go the route of her still begging for Bruce even after anything, or being scarily quiet and only mumbling apologies. No matter what she knows, Thalia has her own idea constructed of him based off of Beryl and absolutely despises him. Annabeth has given Thalia his address at some point in time in case of something like this happens, but neither of them thought it was an actual possibility of them going back.

Either the Waynes have to desperately try to hide the bat thing while also giving Annabeth medical care, or have to immediately reveal themselves to Thalia. There’s lots of tension as Bruce is trying to reconcile as best he can while having flashbacks to the last woman who kept him from his son with an incredibly similar name, Thalia doesn’t believe in forgiving parents because of her own undealt with trauma and is also getting flashbacks to the last time she left a kid with a clearly incompetent parent for even a moment. Annabeth can be anywhere from wanting to leave as soon possible and only keeping Thalia from going homicidal because of her siblings, to wanting to also make amends.

Both of them are intensely protective of Damian because they see themselves in him, and a surprise adoption plot may or may not be on the rise. Tim is either mostly ignored or seen as evidence bruce is still a piece of garbage. Thalia and Jason either bond over the whole being dead thing, or she calls him out for taking it on a 13 year old kid (the same age Annabeth was when they finally reunited). Depending on Dick’s role in Annabeth’s running away, Thalia is either sympathetic because of being an older sibling, or thinks he’s just as guilty as the weird butler they have.

Obviously, Jason inspires some angst about identity and the fact he has the same as her brother. Bonus points if this is pre-hoo so Thalia is dealing with her own emotional train wreck without talking to anyone. Basically, everyone is trying to accomplish different things and coping badly with their own trauma. Bonus bonus points if Beryl and Bruce had dated when Thalia was super young or Jason was an infant, so she holds that against him for not saving her/them and he also feels super guilty that two kids he failed had to keep each other alive.

Annabeth calling Bruce while bleeding out in Thalia’s arm: come pick me up? I’m sorry to bother.

Bruce and Dick: WHAT THE FUCK??

Thalia: I see they don’t want you back.

Alfred picks them up and Thalia hates him immediately because I think they should be rivals, punk v british old man. Also, Alfred did not like grunge and really liked Britpop and Thalia fucking hates it.

Thalia already knows about them being vigilantes she just thinks they all suck at it and need to do systemic change with the amount of wealth they have. Yes, Thalia has read theory. I’d think this best takes place between SOM and TTC so we’re in like October-November, wait no October, I want a Halloween showdown.

I don’t think I like the Talia-Thalia thing because I’ll be honest, I don’t say them the same way, so instead, more about being kept from his child who he thought dead.

Thalia: You never learn do you?

Bruce: She wasn’t yours to keep.

Thalia: Technically I’m her aunt and pseudo-sister so fuck off bitchass.

Annabeth is mostly bedridden and ideally this means that Damian is also injured and thus they are bed rest buddies. Thalia is basically guarding their door and Damian feels oddly safe with her snapping off sparks and lightning every time Jason or Tim approach the door.

Dick is allowed in, in this AU I think that he knew Annabeth was abstractly alive since he thinks he would’ve felt it although he’s kept it to himself. Annabeth is touched. Also, I can’t be mad at Dick for too long given he was in SPACE for the whole thing.

Jason approaching the door to yell at Annabeth: You better let me in.

Thalia, summoning lightning: you better kill the joker first.

*zaps Jason when he pulls out the ‘I died’ card and kicks him several times before asking Annabeth if she wants to see him.*

He’s not allowed to complain when he’s got what she wanted for her own brother Jason.

IN LOVE with the concept that Bruce and Beryl dated which is now making my head spin with TRISTAN and Bruce dating for PR. Annabeth and Piper would die inside.

Basically, the moral of the story is that Thalia is the superior sibling/pseudo-parent and that everyone else are just clowns, also they steal Damian but give him back because Jon Kent started crying.

Makes TTC so much worse don’t you think?

Thank you for the ask!!!! Sorry for the lateness!

[yeats-infection]

a little 2023 round up... i didn't write a lot this year but many of the things i did manage to get done turned out pretty good...

subterranean homesick blues a little Reads ASOIAF Once modernish emerald triangle AU

the visible, the untrue a little abstract and gestural pornography about a bad television show ft. copious hart crane referencing

a few heavy handed metaphors an attempt to write a better version of the ending of in memoriam by alice winn with my own characters and in doing so puzzle out how to fucking get them together which continues to elude me

another way a treatise on the metatextual significance of 90s britpop RPF

cross road blues an attempt to solve a puzzle, OR an excuse to write a story about home, OR insane 60s music RPF i wrote under the influence of the flu

[anxiouspotatorants]

"Come on Lane, live a little." "Putting on Limp Bizkit is your idea of living?" "It's either that or A Rush of Blood to the Head." "Curse your britpop-obsession... Bring on the nu-metal."

The Last Great American Dirtbags: An Audio Junkies Roadtrip AU

(Raw images: not mine)

[meetinginsamarra]

My Fave Sherlock BBC AUs: Punk and Band fics

Around mid-month I’ll do a fic rec list with my fave AU genres or tropes. Summaries are taken from OP on AO3.

“Out and Loud” by paradigmfinch

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8327521

John Watson is a 22 year old pop star who's about to come crashing out of the closet. Sherlock Holmes is a reluctant fanboy auditioning to dance in his next music video.

“Don´t look back in anger” by Betty_Baker

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20144095

It's 1994 and Sherlock is the singer for the up-and-coming Britpop band, Velvet. As the band's official tour doctor, John Watson finds himself mending wounds, treating various ailments, and developing a close relationship with the enigmatic frontman. On their European tour from Paris to Prague, the group dazzle audiences with their fresh sound and take time to enjoy some of the more hedonistic pleasures that come with being a famous rock band. John, reluctantly at first, is along for the ride.

“Deduce my ruined heart” - series (10 fics) by alexabarton

https://archiveofourown.org/series/159677

Summary part 1: Sherlock can't just let John Watson walk off into the night. They arrange to meet secretly and spend a wild night roaming the streets of London. But Sherlock is keeping secrets from John because some things are better left unsaid.

"Take him home dear, for goodness sake", the woman said kindly. "It's freezing cold out. You should be somewhere nice and warm". "You heard the lady John", said Sherlock, darkly, "take me home and fuck me".

“Five times Sherlock and John met cute and one that was decidedly un-cute” by PoppyAlexander @fuckyeahfightlock

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1288150

Six ficlets describing other ways Sherlock and John might have met.

Number five is “A Study in Punk”

“A Study in Punk2: Fight Night” by PoppyAlexander @fuckyeahfightlock​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12055434

In the fall of 1994, old punks Sherlock and John met in riot grrl Molly's record shop and quickly fell into partnership, deciding to open their "proper punk club" at 221B Baker Street.

“Dissonance” by CarmillaCarmine @sherlockedcarmilla​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18358196

(A WIP but still worth a read.)

Straight from military service, living a life devoid of purpose, John meets a man who reawakens his passion for music.

“3 AM” by OTP221B

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4120576

What if they only met once?

“Fifty Quid” by WriterX

https://archiveofourown.org/works/728250

John Watson is relatively well known for being able to snag a kiss from anyone he pleases, and in his third year of University, his friend Mike Stamford bets John fifty quid that he can't get Sherlock Holmes to kiss him. Sherlock Holmes - the new freshman taking the University by storm; who sports alluring piercings, dark tattoos, and a condescending attitude. A man who refuses to do any sort of kiss and tell.

“Tattoo Me” by WriterX (sequel to Fifty Quid)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/892939

Nearing the end of his years in University, John Watson makes the decision to get a tattoo - and he enlists the help of his boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes, in order to get it. During the procedure, John reflects on the process of his relationship with the tattoo artist; ever since he snagged a kiss from Sherlock on a bet for fifty quid.

Pull the stars from the sky - series (7 fics) by roane @roane72​

https://archiveofourown.org/series/19126

It’s the fall of 2000, and to help him out after his military career has ended due to injury, John Watson’s sister Harriet gets him a job as US tour manager for rising star of the industrial scene and enfant terrible, Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock’s not long out of rehab and there are plenty of doubts as to whether he’s serious about recovery. Plus, the music industry is shaking in its boots over the Napster mess. All John has to do is keep the money coming in and make sure his star doesn't screw things up. After the army, that should be easy, right?

“Drop of Red” by AnonymousSong

https://archiveofourown.org/works/707977

(Unfinished but still worth a read)

John wasn’t aware that the bloke was in the cafe, at first. He must have crept in during rush hour and claimed a small table in the corner. It was all very dramatic looking: his dark curls, silver eyes expertly highlighted with eyeliner, and a wardrobe consisting of tight leather, gorgeous bone structure, and a wicked piercing. The shadows did a brilliant job of making him look like he walked out of a vampire novel. “Can I get you anything?” John asked. The teen slowly looked up and smirked.

“Just a lucky bug” by orphan_account (ex-aceholmes)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2178690

Sherlock's not even much of a coffee fan, but it's not the coffee he's interested in.

“Not like most people” by mygreatestjoyandpriviledge​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1945173

Five students at Conan Doyle Secondary School and College find themselves sentenced to a dreaded Saturday detention session. Sally Donovan, the popular and spoiled daddy's little girl; Phillip Anderson, resident geek and all around nerd; Molly Hooper, the quiet shy brunette; John Watson, the captain of the rugby team; and Sherlock Holmes, dangerous bad boy who can tear anyone apart with one cold-hearted deduction and those piercing blue eyes.

Together, they make up the Conan Doyle Breakfast Club, and form a series of unlikely friendships. John Watson realizes there is more to Sherlock Holmes than the hard exterior he tries to convince everyone to believe, and Sherlock finds that he's been looking for someone like John for a long time. He just didn't know it until he got Saturday detention.

“22 Northumberland Street” by anyalevsyou

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2051028

(Unfinishd but still worth a read)

While on scholarship for rugby at a posh public school, John Watson is injured. His scholarship no longer available as he can't play, John is sent to his local school, where he meets the infamous Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock had been to every expensive, posh public school his parents could find, and, having been kicked out of every single one, his parents had given up on him and sent him to the local school.

“Interview" by bluebellofbakerstreet @bluebellofbakerstreet​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19906465

(Packed with her lovely punklock art!)

What’s better than John Watson and Sherlock Holmes in a punk band? John Watson and Sherlock Holmes on the cover of the Rolling Stone, and giving an interview.

“Smackdown” by bluebellofbakerstreet @bluebellofbakerstreet​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37233013

(Packed with her lovely punklock art!)

Rolling Stone Magazine offers a tongue-in-cheek comparison of two rival 80's punk bands. Who will come out ahead?

“The First Case” by Luscinnia

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1444345

The story of how Sherlock Holmes started working with Greg Lestrade. A collaborative fiction.

[consultingking]

continuing from yesterday’s britpop mormor AU I am now imagining the boys forming a band together:

jim would be the whiny suede type singer in skin-tight clothing and with dyed black hair, and sebastian would be more like the gallagher big coat type playing the guitar.

[writingmochi]

ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ ｉｎｔｅｒｆａｃｅ．．．

you've found a discovery: remaster

lissie: greetings! i would like to thank you all so much for 200+ followers and thank you for following and reading the works in the midst of the chaos and noise that the world has. i didn't even know how all of you can find this blog through the many noises that make us into smaller pieces of sh*t < yes, an eeaao reference there. but i genuinely want to appreciate all of you for this and i have prepared something to celebrate this special milestone together with all of you.

what is remaster?

remaster is a fic collaboration project centred on adapting songs that are outside of k-pop/pop songs into fics and it is open for everyone! in line with the discovery theme, i have prepared 30 genres for you to discover and to pick which songs you want it based on. with it, you can write any genre/au but it has to be inspired/based by the song you've picked.

COLLAB IS CLOSED! check other discoveries out!

guidelines:

this project is for txt, enhypen & ateez

the fics can be either reader insert x idol or oc x idol (no idol x idol pairing)

minimum word count is 1000 (1k)

though i love timestamps, headcanons, drabbles, and reactions, this project is for full-length works only.

plagiarism is extremely prohibited. all of you have so many song choices in a certain genre. but, even though you picked the same song, please just... don't write something too similar.

smut and suggestive are allowed but no smut for jungwon and no suggestive and smut content for niki

all written works will be added to a masterlist that i'm making by the end of the year (december 31st, 2023)

the genres:

i've also made a playlist of song examples of each genre in order

baroque era piece

classical era piece

romantic era piece

r&b

disco

city pop

alternative metal

show-tunes

emo rock

bossa nova

britpop

dream pop/shoegaze

grunge

heavy metal

new wave

classic rock

art pop/rock

experimental hip hop

soul/neo-soul

funk

vaporwave/outrun

new jack swing

pop punk

folk

hard rock

alternative/indie rock

synthpop

progressive rock

jazz

old school hip hop

if you want to join:

interact with this post through likes, rbs, etc so that i know you will be joining me on this project *wink*

do write what genre and song your work is based on in your post!

tag your work with #discovery: 200 or tag me @writingmochi

if you don't have any time to join in the festivity, you can ask a question to me instead

deadline: december 29th, 2023

lissie: i'll be looking forward to reading your works! once again, thank you so much for the milestone <3

[stxrshxpxd]

"i'm not your trophy" || uni damon

pairing: 90s/uni damon albarn x reader

word count: 1.008

warnings: smutish

prompt: damon and reader have known each other forever but never got along. at last they have ended up in bed together.

* * *

Three loud knocks shook my brain awake. One thin stripe of sunlight nearly blinded me as I tried to open my eyes, and a thicker one was drenching my bare shoulder in warmth.

“Yeees,” I grumbled into my pillow and an arm suddenly moved from on top of me to lay next to my face. Shit. Every little detail of last night flashed before my shut eyes in an instant. I moved my head from the sunlight and tried again to open my aching eyes.

“It’s nearly 10! Do you want breakfast or not?” my best friend Cassie shouted rhetorically through the door. Two more knocks and I propped myself up on my elbows, my breasts nearly exposed to Damon next to me. He too had opened his eyes and was glancing at me smugly. I shifted slightly under the covers and came to the conclusion that I was fully nude.

“Stay here.”

“I want breakfast!” he introjected way too loudly. I hushed him immediately but Cassie was already giggling on the other side of the door.

“Is that Damon?”

“Fuck me,” I muttered and shoved my face into my pillow again. “Don’t!” I said and lifted my head again, stopping Damon’s inevitable comment.

“Come onnnn,” Cassie shouted between giggles and she knocked again.

His palm pressed against my rib cage and his lips refused to leave mine, shoving me into my dormitory back first. The sharp corner of my desk pierced into the side of my hip suddenly, but all I could do was laugh into Damon’s mouth. The last two shots had ensured my pain receptors were completely out of order for the next hour or so.

I spotted the bruise in passing as I shimmied past my full body mirror to my left, my duvet draped very poorly over my body. I rummaged through my underwear drawer desperately and managed to slide a pair on, just as I noticed my t-shirt from last night that hung off the top of my dresser.

Damon’s fingers tugged on the stretchy fabric and pulled my t-shirt over my head swiftly, only leaving my lips for a second. He tossed it across my small room somewhere behind him and seconds later I was on my back with my cool pillow against my neck. His hand had already found the button of my jeans.

“Don’t break tradition!” Damon protested and threw his own t-shirt at me. I looked down at the grey shirt by my feet and remembered all the girls that had paraded around in his baggy shirts and smug smiles all around the refectory during breakfast.

“I’m not your trophy,” I stated and slipped my own shirt on instead. It was closely followed by pulling my jeans on as well.

“Okay. Maybe I’m your trophy.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, and then Cassie banged on the door again.

“If I tell you it’s boring news you fucked Damon, will you come out? They’ll seriously close the kitchen in 5 minutes.”

“Oh, shout it a bit louder, would you?!”

”Can we- Can you-” I stammered and failed to finish my sentence, as I watched him squeeze into an oversized top of mine. It fit him tightly over the chest and the deep cut of the neck left his collar bones exposed.

I was sat on top of him, my knees digging into my soft mattress on either side of his bony hips. My lips were attached to his left collar bone and his soft pleased grunts fell into my tangled hair as I sucked a bruise into his skin.

I stared at the dark red spot for a second too long, while Damon slipped into his blue jeans again.

“Sorry, you have a few of those too,” he grinned. He wasn’t really sorry. I spun around to study the visible parts of my body and found two large hickeys down the side of my neck.

“I feel about 15,” I muttered and rolled my eyes as I turned back around.

“I feel hungry.”

Damon made a quick decision and dragged me with him, firmly gripping my wrist, and unlocked the door. On the other side of it stood Cassie with a massive smile and a giggle on its way out.

“This didn’t happen,” I stated and waved my hand around in the air between me and Damon.

“I think Damon’s been wanting this since year one, have you not?” Cassie laughed, stepping into possibly risky territory. Cassie didn’t know Damon very well, apart from having been dragged into multiple drunken arguments between the two of us. Damon and I had grown up together, always known each other but never gotten on. It wasn’t until we began going to the same parties, especially the uni ones, that we really began talking to one another. And those talks were always heated discussions to say the least.

“Been wanting this since I was twelve,” Damon singsonged jokingly and Cassie and him giggled in unison.

“Been wanting this since I was twelve,” he had drunkenly breathed into my ear, while his one hand clasped my two wrists, pinning them down above my head. Not a single giggle could be heard.

We paraded into the half full refectory and gained a few looks. I saw the whispers but couldn’t hear them over the rest of the loud rumbling of conversation.

I slid away to an empty table nearby and sank down with a heavy sigh. The hangover was catching up with me. Cassie gave me a questioning look and Damon copied it.

“I’m not hungry,” I said with a steady voice.

“I fed you enough last night, huh?” Damon said with an intentionally loud voice and some of the other voices died down around the room as a reaction. The silliness of the purple low cut top hugging his torso teamed with his smug grin made me exhale another deep sigh and roll my eyes.

“Plenty,” I settled and nodded my head reluctantly as I sank down further in my seat.

[hangon-silvergirl]

For the hc game… Eddie and Chrissy move to London for no other reason than they can.

Chrissy's mother is a persistent piece of work; Eddie and Chrissy move to a bunch of different places post-HS (Indianapolis, Chicago, New York, Los Angeles), but it doesn't matter where they go or how many times they change their number or address; there's a few brief months of respite and then the calls and letters start. They sort of assume that she's hiring a PI or something, so they decide that, fuck it, they need more distance, so let's put the Atlantic Ocean in her way.

Eddie is working as a session musician at the time, and the label he regularly works with have an office in London, so that seems like a logical step; they'll have work for him there. Chrissy been working odd jobs for years, exploring her interests; in LA she was walking dogs and loved it, so when she gets to London she takes out an ad in the paper and puts out fliers and slowly but surely the jobs/dogs start coming.

They first few months they're there they pin a map up on the wall in their little shoebox apartment and mark it up for all the places they want to go. They buy a camera and take loads of pictures as they traverse the city--Buckingham Palace, Tower Bridge and the Tower of London, the Globe Theatre, Trafalgar Square, everywhere, pretty much--and every time they check a place off they put a pin on their map. Eventually the wall is more pushpin than map. (When they move up to bigger and better digs, they def shadowbox that thing.)

Eddie ends up (regrettably) doing a lot of session work with Britpop and post-Britpop bands, but he does get to record with Cradle of Filth one lucky day and it sustains him for months. Eventually he starts working more with producers and performs less and does that more; thst means he gets to focus in a bit more on the genres he's into, and ultimately he starts producing himself.

Chrissy's dog-walking services gets popular enough that she needs to (and can afford to) hire additional people to support demand. She's got that entrepreurial spirit and she builds it into a thriving business. She ends up running a fostering/adoption organization alongside.

The Party and the OG CCs come out to visit in fits and spurts. Through the grapevine Chrissy and Eddie gleefully hear that Laura hasn't given up tracking them down, but it's been years at this point, and she has gotten nowhere.

At some point Eddie and Chrissy get married and go to Australia for their honeymoon; they send Laura a postcard from there announcing their marriage (sort of). There's a kangaroo riding a bicycle on the front and the text just says, "Glad you aren’t here! No love - The Munsons"

Aaaaaand this one got away from my addled brain. Alas. Thanks for the ask, anon!

(This was from a dash game to give me an AU and in turn you get 5+ of my rambling headcanons.)

[swissmissficrecs]

Hellooo kinda random but i have a friend who lives in the netherlands and now i want to read fics that take place there lol

Do you know any fics that take place in the netherlands? Could be that sherlock and john are there for a case/vacation/whatever other reason, im not picky

Thank youu

Reply: They go to Amsterdam in this, although it's a band AU:

Don't Look Back in Anger by Betty_Baker (27K, E, Johnlock) It's 1994 and Sherlock is the singer for the up-and-coming Britpop band, Velvet. As the band's official tour doctor, John Watson finds himself mending wounds, treating various ailments, and developing a close relationship with the enigmatic frontman. On their European tour from Paris to Prague, the group dazzle audiences with their fresh sound and take time to enjoy some of the more hedonistic pleasures that come with being a famous rock band. John, reluctantly at first, is along for the ride.

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (21-27 May 2023)

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📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰👂‍Sorcery & Cecelia: or The Enchanted Chocolate Pot (Cecelia and Kate #1) (Patricia C. Wrede & Caroline Stevermer, author; Lucy Rayner, narrator) - epistolary fantasy regency - formative & beloved and still a fave comfort read

😍Werewolves in the Workplace (leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)) - 45K, stucky AU, were!bucky, vamp!steve, SHIELD, partners-to-friends-to-lovers - fucking awesome fic!

🥰👂‍This Is How You Lose The Time War (Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone, author; Cynthia Farrell & Emily Woo Zeller, narrators) - this had been in my TBR forever but all the recent fuss with bigolas dickolas reminded me and made me bump it to the top - I genuinely loved it and am looking forward to rereading it; books with wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff are good for a reread

🙂Politics and Animals (Kryptaria, zooeyscigar) - 73K, stucky no-powers modern AU with some D/s stuff - enjoyable enough and I don't regret finishing it but it left me kinda meh

🙂Pretty Good Neighbor (Jeffrey Ford) - freebie horror/sci fi short story

💖💖 +188K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Relationship Goals: Have a Relationship (cleo4u2, xantissa) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 21K - reread, fave - wrong number AU

bene castigat series (Nonymos) - MCU: no powers shrinkyclinks, clintasha, 69K - reread, forever fave - really excellent BDSM series with tiny sadist dom steve and beefy masochist sub bucky + lots of great appearances/involvement of clint, natasha & sam

Flex and Flexibility (musette22) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 4K - adorable meet cute

Push It (thepinupchemist) - MCU: stucky+peggy, 8K - modern AU, basically 3some pwp: they're all alternative models doing a lingerie photoshoot that turns into sex. very hot

i'm so in love that i might stop breathing (i wanna brainwash you into loving me forever) (instantcaramel) - Ted Lasso: Keeley/Roy/Jamie, 4K - post 3.11, jamie's not sure how he fits in but roy & keeley reassure him

My Heart Belongs to Captain Rogers (lavenderbucky) - MCU: stucky, 2K - established relationship, super cute accidental clothes sharing leads to social media meltdown (positive)

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Um, Actually - s3, e2-7; s8, e5

Ted Lasso - s3, e11 [x2]

Ghosted

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

The Sporkful - Comic Jamie Loftus’s Hot Dog Summer

Into It - ‘The Little Mermaid’ and the Black Princess Test

Re: Dracula - May 24: It Never Rains but it Pours

Vibe Check - You’re the Warm up Act, Honey

⭐You Are Good - Steel Magnolias w. Ali Soukovich

Re: Dracula - May 25: Mingle Our Weeps

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Tina Turner

Richmond Til We Die: A Ted Lasso Podcast - Willing a Roy Kent and Jamie Tartt Duet Into Existence (with Julie Stewart-Binks)

The Waves Plus - I Don’t Care If You Like Me

Re: Dracula - May 26: Count Me in Every Time

Into It - Are We Into the End of 'Succession' and HBO Max? (Plus: We Remember Tina Turner)

Pop Culture Happy Hour - The Little Mermaid and What's Making Us Happy

Ologies with Alie Ward - Field Trip: A Hollywood Visit to the Writers Guild Strike Line

⭐Sidedoor - The Funk List

Our Opinions Are Correct - Mini Episode: Our Favorite New TV Show of 2023!

Our Opinions Are Correct - MINI EPISODE: Are People Finally Sick of Superhero Movies?

Switched on Pop - Listening 2 Daft Punk: Discovery

99% Invisible #538 - Train Set: Track Three

⭐Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Vocal Stratosphere

Hit Parade Plus - The Bridge: The Sun Never Set on the Britpop Empire

Shedunnit - Bonus: Julia Jones on Margery Allingham

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Relaxing '80s Rock

my 'Likes' playlist [every song is a certified banger but it is almost 600 songs long and took me 5 days to get thru. no regrets!]