#they've both been dancing around their little crush for ages

[captainkingsley]

i will Not comment on posts with stupid takes about Ashton I will Not,

(proceeds to ramble in my own tags because idk where else to dump this)

[wanderingblindly]

landoscar and 46!! love jealoussssyyyy !!!

WHY WERE BOTH OF MY JEALOUSY PROMPTS THE HARDEST ONES!!!!!!!! but thank you for the challenge, always a pleasure <333 prompt list here!

House Party

"You're gonna crush that can, mate." George laughs as he sits down to his left, Alex silently following on his right.

"That a challenge?" Lando tries to smile back, jaw a little too tense for it to come off naturally. He doesn't even look at the two of them, more peripherally aware than anything; his eyes are focused on the other side of the living room.

Alex says something that gets lost in the music, falling on deaf, unfocused ears.

Oscar's leaned against the far wall, hands shoved in his pockets casually, looking down at the girl he's talking to with a smile on his lips. She's been talking at him for ages, bubbly little giggles interspersed between whatever she's on about, and Oscar hasn't stopped looking at her like that – fondly. She's cute, put together like a little doll with glossy hair, full pink lips, and big doe eyes; it's horrible.

Lando's entire body feels ready to snap in half, teeth screaming.

"Like what you see?" Alex yells in his ear, snapping Lando out his raging fixation with a start.

"D'you two need something?" He snaps, and George chuckles again. Lando turns to look at him, lounging on the threadbare sofa with a knowing smile, and scowls.

"Just here for some friendly encouragement," He drawls, accent even more put on than usual – like he always gets when he's feeling haughty. At Lando's irritated silence: "What? You wanna sit here all night then?"

"Alex let you off your leash to dance with me?" Lando asks, earning a gentle smack to the back of his head – Alex makes an affronted noise from his side of the sofa.

"Go get Piastri before you kill someone," Alex interjects, cutting off whatever sarcastic remark Lando was about to get from George.

"He's busy," Lando says, directing his attention back towards Oscar; they've shifted a little closer together, Oscar craning his neck just a bit, the girl looking up at batting her lashes. It's the same fucking look he gave Lando last weekend – and the weekend before that – right before he snaked an arm around his waist and pulled them flush together.

Alex says something he can hardly hear.

Lando, frankly, doesn't fucking care.

The girl smiles again, demure and overly-sweet, as she leans towards Oscar– chin tilted in a way that can only be an invitation for one thing. And Lando's had it, vision flaring red.

"Hold this." He demands, shoving his drink in George's direction and jumping to his feet, storming across the floor.

Oscar doesn't sense him coming, the room too densely packed and the music far too shitty and far too loud. But Lando doesn't need words to make his point; he grabs Oscar's shoulder and yanks him away from her, nearly making him fall back against the wall as he loses his footing.

There's a moment of shock in his eyes before he catches on, surprised replaced with a smile that makes Lando tighten his grip – lazy, as if he'd finally gotten what he wanted. "Fucking prick," Lando hisses, face growing hotter as Oscar's smile grows teeth, as his eyes flick down to Lando's mouth.

Oscar moves first, because of course he wouldn't let Lando have this moment; he leans in and steals Lando's lips in a kiss that turns too heated too quickly, wasting no time in getting Lando exactly where he wants him. One hand moves to Lando's lower back, the other to the back of his head, locking them together as Oscar's tongue tastes the back of his teeth.

Lando swallows down Oscar's noise of surprise as he shoves them back against the wall, slotting his thigh between Oscar's legs.

Checkmate.

[b4ts1e]

▀▄▀▄▀▄Ageing Differences▄▀▄▀▄▀(𝚐𝚗!𝙼𝙲)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍: 𝚀𝚒𝚞/𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝙻𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔/𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗 R𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝙳𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊/𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢/𝙾𝚖𝚒 𝙱𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗 𝙾𝚙𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝙲 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 (𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙾𝙻:𝙽&𝙵)

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝:

Thank you so much for being patient requester, I hope you enjoy! ^^

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗)

It had been a seemingly normal day in Golden Grove for MC, them hanging around with Ren as the two applied for colleges. Sure they were only seventeen- but it's better to start early and have their future secured by graduation. That's when, during a short snack break Ren brought up one of the concerns they've been having recently to MC.

Apparently- Autumn and Sparkles had grown severly distant as of recently, but because of junior highschooler stress they had failed to take proper notice. Sure Ren wasn't the type to care about Tamarack all too much, but their concern for Qiu's new behavior had shown true when they got the chance to talk more properly with MC over their holiday break.

Now this had put a new priority on MC's shoulders, as the older sibling figure they wanted to make sure something didn't happen in their absence- and hopefully repair the relationship between the two that seemed to fray with time.

With a new found urgency, they were quick to dismiss themself- taking their stuff with them and click in their rollerskates. Not the same ones from when they were younger, obviously- but normal shoes were less efficient. Promising to swing by again tomorrow so the two can continue their college applications together, they sped down the sidewalk towards the all too familiar cul-de-sac.

(𝙼𝙲'𝚜 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎)

Making it back to the cul-de-sac felt like a longer journey this time around- the guilt of being so distant from Autumn and Sparkles for long enough to not notice this behavioral shift personally was concerning. I had fallen back into my old habits again, closing myself off and allowing myself to on go autopilot for school, and this seems to have been karma's rude awakening for me. I should've seen the signs, been there to stop whatever caused the rift between the two, and continued being the bridge between the town and the forest.

Skidding to a rough holt- rubber tires screeching with complaint, before my house, I take off the skate attachments of my shoes and my bag. Quickly storing the wheels away in the bag and discreetly hiding the bag in the bushes beyond the fenced in front yard. Taking a few calming breaths I turn towards Qiu's home, going straight to the backyard where I knew they'd be since dance would've been canceled for the holidays.

My shoes crushing the fallen leaves being the only sound indicating my arrival to the slowly rotting fort. Careful to not knock too harshly, I rap my knuckle against the wood in a planned pattern.

knock-knock-pause-tap-knock

The fort wobbled a bit as a familiar head of dark brown hair peaked over the edge, a look of surprise etched on their face- most likely not expecting my presence so suddenly. I give an apologetic smile and a short wave, "Hey- sorry for disappearing for a bit. Wanna talk?" I ask softly. With a begruding sigh Autumn backed up, making room for me to stand on the ladder and peak my head into the fort too small for both of us now we've both grown.

"Why are you here?" they asked, a bite to their tone- Ren wasn't kidding, they truly had changed a lot since being the little star child I had once known. Though despite everything- the way they curled into themself made it clear they were still the kid I knew back then. "Well? Are you just going to stand there?" they ask with a semi-harsh glare. "Right- sorry. I should probably explain where I've been, huh?" I prompt, rubbing the back of my neck anxiously- a habit I had picked up from the younger teen before me.

I was met with a stiff nod before they turned their head away, eyes closed- but I could tell they were still listening. "I don't know if you remember me telling you about how I instinctively deal with stress, but- to make a long story short... I essentially push everyone out and go into an autopilot mode which makes me focus only on the most minimally necessary things. Schoolwork, eating, hydrating, hygiene, ectara. I am genuinely sorry I wasn't here for you or Tamarack when you both needed me." I explain, guilt eating me from the inside out.

These two teens may not have been my blood family, but I was their older sibling and they my younger siblings. I felt obligated to be there should they have needed me- but I wasn't there, and now I had a mess to clean up.

"I remember you telling me about that- I thought you said you broke the habit?" Autumn looked back towards me, concern visible in their eyes- obviously remembering the stories of the major disrepair I fell into after awhile of autopiloting. "I thought I did, but highschool is- it's tough and old habits die hard. Now with holiday exams out of the way- I should be alright now that I've snapped out of it, but that's not why I came here today if I'm honest." I start, they nod- posture adjusting to be more comfortable.

"What- What happened with you and Sparkles? We don't have to talk about it if you don't want too, but I'm concerned. Even Ren is concerned for you both, which says a lot really." I say, pulling my upper body further into the fort- careful to not overstress the rickety building. With a sigh they roll their eyes, body language closing off again. "Nothing happened- we just...we clash. Guess the town's 'star' and the forest's 'keeper' were just too different." they explain shortly.

"You sure that's all?" I prompt gently, getting the feeling I wasn't getting the whole story from them. With a sigh of relucant defeat they scoot closer to me and the entrance of the fort. "She's so lucky MC. She's got supportive grandparents, she knows what she wants for herself, and she's not followed around by the people at school. I- I hate to admit it but I'm jealous of her. My parents are supportive- but busy, I'm confused on who I am- to hell with what I want to do with my future! I just...I want to go back to when things were easier." they ramble a bit, leaning their head against my shoulder.

"I see...did you try talking to her about this?" I ask softly, bringing a hair to card my fingers through their hair- an action I used to do to help them relax and sleep as a child. Shaking their head softly, they visibly relax a bit. "Everytime I tried before- it was like my throat would close up. I guess I was scared of hurting her feelings or something...I don't know." they say dismissively, but it was obvious that this had been burdening them for a long while.

"Okay. Thank you for telling me. Do you want me to help you talk to her soon? I still have to apologize to her for disappearing like I did- but afterwards I can help you both see eye to eye if you'd like." I offer, they hum and nod- curling into me like a cat, making me smile softly. "Okay- but for right now. It's time for you to get inside before you fall asleep out here and get caught in the night rain."

Helping them down I give them a gentle yet firm hug, before letting go and walking them to their door. Quick goodbyes were exchanged before the scent of rain wafted through the air, speaking with Tamarack would have to wait for tomorrow. Besides- her band group is preparing for the holiday show, she wouldn't be home at the moment.

(𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙)

The next morning, despite my lackluster sleep, I awoke early- quickly entering the kitchen to make something for my later plan to speak to Tamarack before she had to go to band practice. She's always been a sucker for homemade goodies. With a steadily practiced hand I made my specialty brownies, seperating a few specifically to add edible glitter over the top of them- a thing I only did because and for of the forest queen.

With the treats packed away and midday steadily approaching, I get dressed and prepared for anything that may happen during me and Tama's conversation- or even for a lack of one. Quickly I made my way over to the Baumann residency, knocking on the door gently to not wake up anyone who was still asleep.

Luckily enough, Granny was the one to open the door for me- inviting me inside, taking the treats for her and her husband, and directing me that Tamarack was in her room. With quiet steps and calming breathes I go up the stairs carefully, instinctively going past the ones that creaked loudest. Reaching her all too familiar door, I knock delicately- the exact same pattern as I did the other day.

knock-knock-pause-tap-knock

"MC?? Is that you?" she asked through the door before opening it swiftly, the same shock I saw on Qiu's face yesterday was on her face now. "I- Why are you here? Is everything okay? Where were you?" she pulled me into her room, closing the door behind me as she asked her many questions at once.

With a soft sigh and smile I offer out the container of 'fairy' brownies to her. "I'm sorry for being really distant lately, I know words can be really weak so I hope the brownies help you forgive me or at least look past it. I fell into my old habits again- which isn't an excuse! I genuinely am very sorry for not being here for you or Autumn recently. Stress from school got to me and I was forced back into autopilot all over again." I explained with less details this time, knowing if I got too down the rabbit hole I'd lose her rather quickly.

Tamarack gently took the brownies from me, opening up the container and smelling the fresh brownie scent that wafted out. "I forgive you, but- there's another reason you're here isn't there? You still look anxious." she says, pointing towards my hands that were still shaking with nerves slightly. I give her a relieved smile as I put my hands on my hips and tilt my head a bit. "You've always been good at reading me, huh?" I chuckle softly, to which she follows shortly after.

We both take a seat on the edge of her bed. "Have you spoke with Qiu about it yet?" she asks, taking out a brownie to snack on in the mean time. Good thing she closed the door, or otherwise Granny would've scolded her for eaching such things before lunch. I nod, laying back on her bed. "I have. In fact- I wanted to ask you about something regarding them. If that's okay, I mean."

She motions for me to continue, too engaged with the chocolatey treat in her hand to answer properly at the moment. "What happened between you two while I was out of it? It apparentally got bad enough for Ren to notice and be concerned, so he brought it up with me the other day." my approach with Sparkles was less gentle than with Autumn, after all- she's never been one to hesitate with me.

Once she finished the brownie, she tucked the specialty treats away in her nightstand so that they'd be kept hidden from her grandparent's prying eyes. "I guess we both just- got busy? I'm not too sure...I know they've been going through some personal stuff. Last time I tried to be there for them like you were they just- pushed me away, so I gave them the space they wanted. We haven't spoken properly since." she explained as I sat back up on the bed- propped up on my elbows.

"Really? Huh- would you be willing to talk with them soon? I can't say much but...there's some stuff they've been a bit scared to bring up. I'll be there to mediate, and to help if either of you need it- but I don't want anything to keep you guys distanced from each other. Especially if I slip up again, especially once I get to college- neither of you should have to feel alone."

She looks down at her sleeves, messing with the lightly frayed fabric as she strugged. "I dunno- I don't really think they want to talk with me. Besides...our schedules rarely line up." Carefully I give her a gentle smile, sitting up fully and grabbing her hand delicately- massaging her knuckles to keep her from ruining the edges of her sweater any further. "I assure you- they do wanna talk to you. They're just...scared. A lot's going on in their head right now, and I bet the same is for you. Do you wanna talk about it?" I prompt, more gently than before.

She shakes her head and smiles softly- exposing her braces a little. "No. No. I'm alright- just the holiday show causing some stress, other than that there's nothing else going on. And if you're sure they want to talk- I'm willing to try. Just tell me when and I'll make sure I'm wherever we're doing this." she says softly, gripping my hand tighter for a few seconds. I nod and give her a genuine smile, we continued to catch up for a bit before Granny came upstairs saying that they had to leave for practice.

Giving Tamarack a tight hug before she got into her grandmother's car, I wave goodbye as the two drive away from the cul-de-sac. A feeling of pride bubbling through my chest, my guilt washing away if only for a moment. "I can fix this for them. I know I can. I just need to make sure we all have a time together during the break- maybe a sleepover at my house? That'd probably be best- it'd most likely be more comfortable there." I mutter to myself as I walked back to my house.

Upon entering I was quick to go upstairs, pull out a notebook and take notes- jotting down ideas for what could be done and when it should happen. Maybe the night after the holiday show? If I can convince Tama's grandparents then we should be in the clear- unless Autumn has plans for then already...which I doubt at the moment but you never know.

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗)

Unbeknownst to MC- their mother stood right outside their bedroom door, listening in. Reminding herself to give both Lin and Baumann residences later that night- sure it was a bit...underhanded, but maybe she could help her child in their desperate attempts to mend the tattered and worn relationship between the two younger friends.

I mean- she's who they got their determination from. Of course she'd help, after all- it was her main job to be there should her kid ever need her. Her pride and joy who would drown themself in notebook paper tonight before bringing the idea up to her either that evening at dinner or tomorrow during breakfast. Either way- she'd play along as if she hadn't known before, just as she'd always done when MC was but a child.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2,536

[love-toxin]

Rockstar!Eddie x reader x Popstar!Chrissy?

Little reader just throwing away her cash to go concerts and managing to score both of her celebrity crushes 😍

NOOOOO THIS IS SO....CUTE.....

scoring the only backstage pass for the concert you thought would only exist in your dreams--a collaboration between the wildly popular popstar chrissy cunningham, and the grungy metal man eddie munson and his band. people have been talking about it for months leading up to it, and you had ended up winning the ticket by pure luck in a lottery draw at your work, like the fates themselves have smiled down on you.

chrissy is the country's resident sweetheart--her songs are upbeat and cute, her getups are all pastels and soft sweaters and skirts in a style that's imitated by fans all across the world, and she's well known for being soft-spoken and sweet in her interviews and at fan meetups. and on the other side of the coin, there's eddie munson; a little older than her, long hair and covered in tattoos, and an absolute icon for any fan of the metal genre in this age. he's most well known for the rare interviews he's asked to do, where he's surprisingly well-spoken and even flirtatious towards his interviewers, a fact that has even the most mild and god-fearing housewife blush. the 90s have been dominated by these two, and though they couldn't be more different, there's a whole host of rumours that have swept around for years about how they're friends in real life--some people even think they're secretly dating, but it's all speculation. they've spoken but a few words about each other in passing, but people will run with what they will.

but now it's your turn to see them live. you haven't got the money to see them normally, and you hate to even think of going to one of their concerts without going to the other, as if it would offend one of them to not have your presence there. you know it's beyond delusional to think it would even matter, but you can dream--and now you don't have to pick, since you'll get to see them both! and the concert is indeed what you've always dreamed it would be. chrissy's portion is full of cheering and singing and her adorable little skipping around stage and dances as she performs her top hits, her glittery makeup catching the light as she thanks her fans for supporting her in between the sets! and when it comes time for corroded coffin to shine, the lights dim as the night drags on and a mosh pit forms as eddie blasts out each song with vigor and absolutely shreds it on his guitar, his sweetheart, that he's reportedly had since long before he ever became a household name. both halves of the concert draw tears to your eyes at one point or another as you watch your idols perform before your very eyes, so by the time the music draws to a close and you depart to the designated meeting place where you can flash your coveted backstage pass, you're sweaty and trembling with nerves as you try to fix yourself up while a couple security members guide you into the back area.

and when you get there, oh, your anxiety skyrockets. thankfully it's a lot quieter, you're led into an area where the crew are sparse and the sound is much more muffled than outside--and standing there, chatting excitedly to each other like they're best friends, are your idols.

chrissy's still covered in glitter and smelling of flowery hairspray, standing by eddie who's leaning with his arm on the wall and his guitar still slung around his shoulders. it isn't until the lead security members speaks up that they take notice to you, and their scrutinous eyes are drawn to your shaky figure--and you nearly crumble right there at having them look at you, both of them looking right at you, and you wonder briefly if you're going to pass out and make an absolute fool of yourself here and now. you try to say "hi", but you're not sure if the word even comes out, you can't even hear yourself in that moment as you stutter out your name right behind it. but the two of them repeat it, and chrissy comments on how cute that name is--and then you've got her cool, soft hands on yours, and you're being pulled away from their security and right in the middle of their conversation.

"you're our special guest, huh?" eddie teases, his hand coming down so he take his guitar off and hand it to one of his other band members passing by--but instead of crossing it over his chest or leaning on the wall again, he lays it around your shoulders and absolutely wipes your mind of all thought, because oh my god eddie munson is touching you.

"you stayed for both concerts, didn't you? you're so sweet!" chrissy giggles, and you almost want to ask why you wouldn't, because you can't imagine not wanting to see the two of them--but you're quickly reminded that not everyone is as whipped and obsessed with their individual music as you are, and you just mumble a shy "thank you" as you fidget with your fingers. the attention is almost too much, you almost feel bad for taking up their precious time--at least you would be, if it didn't feel so good. but eddie rubs your arm absentmindedly and leans into you with that scent of cigarettes and musk overwhelming you, and you're sure that feels even better, especially when the curls of his hair are so close they tickle your cheek. and when chrissy releases your hands from her grasp, you notice they're covered in her sparkly glitter--and you have the disgusting thought that you never want to wash them again.

"I-I loved your show...I've heard all your songs, I-I have them all on cassette-" you ramble anxiously, chrissy's bright eyes focused so politely on you as she listens patiently to every word you struggle to get out, and an even bigger smile flickering across her face when you mention your collection.

"aw, do I sense some favouritism?" eddie whispers into your ear, and your brain short-circuits at the sheer ecstasy of his warm breath puffing against your skin, and the low rumble of his voice as he chuckles--but you're quick to pipe up with "y-you too! i have all your albums!" and the two of them seem so entertained with your devotion that they don't even notice the director of security calling their names, until he comes up and taps chrissy's shoulder.

"meetup time is over, we need to move along." he says coldly, and motions for you to come away and head back out into the crowd. those five minutes felt like seconds, and your mood immediately downturns at the idea of it ending, especially since the crew seem eager for you to leave so they can pack up without a fan in the way. but at least you got a moment with them, and you know you'll never forget it, even if they forget you in a matter of minutes.

"what? that wasn't even ten minutes!" chrissy replies with a hint of what sound like it just might be annoyance, and you could faint at the thought, even if you're just imagining it. "we're not in a rush, are we, eddie?" she turns her head back to you and eddie shakes his slowly, but the director nonetheless sidles past her to take your arm and lead you out--until eddie glares him down, and swats his hand away from you with the one he doesn't have around your shoulders.

"take a hint." his scowl shifts into a grin, though, when he turns his gaze down to meet your starry-eyed one as you look back at him--and with confidence you can't even imagine having, he boops you on the nose with a ringed finger, before leaning in close to your cheek to whisper "you wanna join us in the tour bus, angel?"

you aren't even sure what happens after that, what you say or do or if the sounds that make their way out of your mouth are in any way intelligible. but you do know that eddie definitely breaks away from you to shoo the security guards away, and chrissy takes his place to sidle up next to you and hook your arms together to take you out the back, her perfume breezing the thoughts from your mind as she giggles and asks if you want to get food with them--it's not just a meetup if you're a friend, right? so why don't you just eat as friends instead?

and little do you know that that title, "friends", isn't gonna last long at all. but not for the reason you think, not because you'll go back to just being a fan again--but because chrissy and eddie want something much, much more than just to be friends.