#will this show up in the tags if I link the album? is that fixed or do I just not get to shill music AND post art. EDIT: we are GOOD yay :)

[mothcpu]

She Was Sharp as the Name of Needles

monochrome version

[mac-aro-ni]

Housekeeping Notes

Hello to the various new followers of this blog in the last few months!

I have noticed that some of you seem to be brand new tumblr accounts. I appreciate you following this blog so quickly after joining tumblr! It warms my heart that so many aromantic people are able to find this blog so quickly!

However, I have only realized this because of certain "common practices" on this site, and I'm worried that some of you might be getting blocked by other blogs you try to follow! If your blog is completely blank (no icon/profile picture, no title, no descriptions, no posts, and all the default settings like having your likes and follows publicly visible), you unfortunately look indistinguishable from a new spambot that hasn't started their second phase of operation yet. A lot of users on this site block accounts that are blank, out of an abundance of precaution for removing spambots from their blog so they don't get spam links in their replies/reblogs. Spambots start by following a massive number of accounts and existing in silence for a week or more, then suddenly start posting stolen pictures from the internet before moving on to posting content that breaks TOS and is full of links trying to scam anyone who clicks them. A blank blog is not a guarantee that in a few more days, you won't start spamming them.

Luckily, there's an easy fix! Simply pick out an image of any kind to act as your blog icon, change your title to anything a human would write ("I'm new!", "~lurking~", and "not a bot" are all perfectly acceptable options), and change your description (a lot of us do mini bios there, but you can also just have something like "I'm new to tumblr and figuring out what I want on my blog still" )! Another quick fix is to make one (1) single post that clarifies you're still adjusting to tumblr, and leaving it as your only post til you start reblogging stuff.

Don't be afraid to hit reblog! It's kinda like retweeting, or sharing on Facebook, or saving a pin to a board on Pinterest. You don't have to add anything to a reblog, but you have the option to add tags (which can be used to organize your blog into different topics like having different boards on Pinterest or albums on Instagram, or to just talk about the post in a way that requires more effort for someone else to include in their reblog from you) or to add text/images/links to the body of the post (that's how those long chain posts with many different blogs adding on their thoughts happen!).

Reblogging is the lifeblood of the site. Tumblr has added algorithmic options to the dashboard in recent years, but most of us prefer to use tumblr the old-fashioned way and only see posts from people we follow. Reblogging is how you get a post in front of your followers! It's how your followers get to know you! Have fun with it!

Liking is the bonus extra-love button, or for when a post is one you like but for whatever reason you don't want it on your blog(s). Reblogging is a better method of engagement, but liking isn't completely useless like a lot of people try to say. Tumblr has added a thing where, if your likes are public, your followers might occasionally see a post that you liked on their dashboard. Most of us keep our likes private, though, so many people aren't aware this is a thing now, and we like things specifically to engage but not show it off on our blogs, so we don't want our likes showing up on people's dashes. I tend to like a post when I would maybe spam multiple reblogs of it but don't want to reblog it several times in a row and clutter up my own blog, or when it's a discourse post I agree with but don't want to spread the discourse around. Artists will often mention things about reblogs being better than likes and it is for this simple reason: reblogging means you are putting it in front of more eyes, and thus helping the artist find buyers/commissions and build their brand. If you follow an artist and hit 'like' on everything they post, consider reblogging some of them so more people see their art and they can get even more attention for their wonderful talent/skill!

Some other things:

For anyone who hasn't checked this blog's homepage out, you may be unaware that this blog is not a main account. It's a group sideblog, one that I do not own. The owner hasn't logged in to tumblr in years, so there won't be any calls for additional moderators for the foreseeable future (as I am unable to add new members myself because of the permissions set by the owner). I am currently the only active mod for the account, so only my main is currently linked in the bio. You can follow me on that blog if you want to get to know me better! I post way more stuff there, just because it's not focused on a single topic like this blog is. (Because this is a sideblog I cannot DM from this account, either, so if you ever need to DM me for some reason you need to go to my main and DM me there.)

I try to answer asks I get here as quickly as possible, and the anonymous option is on! I do my best to reblog things from all across the spectrum of aromantic experiences, but I only have my own experience to base my judgement on, so if there's a particular flavor of aro content you'd like to see more of (posts for a specific identity, more art, more comics, whatever), just send an ask and let me know!

[wkilofficial]

@wkilofficial I know *nothing* about the mechanisms or In The Green but I love a good analysis/comparison of music and especially when there’s concept albums involved!! Your tags were very informative but please can you tell us more about the Mechanisms and In the Green Vs MCR and Danger Days

YEAHHHHHHH okay okay okay let's fucking do thisss

the mechanisms feature less in this Analysis post bc they're just. band that makes me go batshit insane. but to explain what they are briefly!! they were a. steampunk cabaret?? that's probably the genre. band that ran for about ten years that made story albums that were like. reduxes of famous mythologies and folk tales, often re-scoring and rewriting prior folk songs to do so. their main four albums are, in turn, a grimm's fairytales sci-fi epic, a sort of jazzy steampunk retelling of the odyssey, a western redux of arthurian legend, and a rock opera style album of norse mythology leading up to ragnarok. and i Love folk songs and modern interpretations and the genders of the band are truly so soothing to experience (loki being a she/her character played by a he/him gnc man being in a lesbian relationship with sigyn, a she/her character played by a they/them fat person of color, is still so important to me). and i can't rlly sum them up in one post?? but i recommend their music to any literature nerds shjshjs

BUT ANYWAY ONTO WHAT I'M HERE FOR

in the green, in a brief summary, is an experimental musical about hildegard von bingen that deals a Lot with trauma and abuse and recovery as it relates to a religious and misogynistic society (12th century catholic europe!). and its cast is five people playing two characters: hildegard's Eye, Hand, and Mouth, representing how trauma at a young age fractured her and made her feel broken and disconnected from herself (her aspects can fight and bicker and have wills of their own and never really sing in harmony), and jutta's Main Persona and her Shadow, the representation of her abuse and trauma that she's kept buried far underground. the music of the show is really stripped back? it's drums, electric bass, cello, dulcimer, and a looper pedal that allows jutta to layer her voice and harmonize with herself in Really Neat Ways. BUT AS IT RELATES TO MCR. it's kind of a couple different ways?

thematically, itg shares a Lot of ideas about perpetuating the cycles of abuse and also does a lot with Catholicism? i made a web-weaving post about this awhile back (linked here) but it's like. jutta gets to be free of the consequences of her abuse of hildegard because she dies. she gets to cling to that virtue while hildegard has to shoulder the burden of her teachings of "repress and work and the trauma will go away". so i think a lot about "from the razor to the rosary" and "i'm taking back the life you stole" and just like. catholicism themes and living your life in spite of what you've faced?? idk it's hildegard experiencing this life changing event at such a young age and then being taught In Isolation that the best way to deal with it is to ignore it because acknowledging it will destroy her. and then discovering that she Can acknowledge it and that's the best way to recover but the woman who taught her the opposite Dies before she can share what she's learned. jutta gets to die before the cycle of abuse she perpetuated can catch her. she dies just when she learns how she could've fixed herself. he (jutta) gets to die a saint but she (hildegard) will always be the whore y'know?

and then the OTHER similarity is just. lyrics? i'm just straight up gonna post itg lyrics that sound like they could be mcr lyrics right here:

plucked from the harvest, before you start to rot / thrust in the darkness, where everything is not / you were not born to live, you were born to be forgive / you were not born to live, you were born to be forgiven - death ceremony

isn't she lucky? she is the lucky one / she will be the seed that grows without the sun / hallelujah and amen, amen / hallelujah for the dead, amen / isn't she lucky? she is the lucky one / she will know of death before her life is done / hallelujah, amen, amen / hallelujah for the dead, amen - death ceremony

i will never go back / there's nothing out there for me / i'm here to find the truth, and the truth will set me free / because if i can teach you how to be whole / i will see the light / that is my goal / when i see the light, i will be free / when i see the light, i will erase my history / for good, and i will be made new / and i will be among the few / and i will be of virtue - the rule

[JUTTA] it isn't easy work. you have to get down in the dirt. [HILDEGARD] i can do that! [JUTTA] can you? [HILDEGARD] i will / i will work until I die, if I have to. [JUTTA] that's the right attitude. - the rule

i feel a bubbling in my blood / and if it boils will i drown in the flood? / i feel an overwhelming need / to put my own flesh between my teeth / i am hungry / on what can i feed? - i am hungry

i'm scared of what i feel / maybe it isn't real, but / i'm scared of who i am / a monster masquerading as a lamb - i am hungry

you have to learn how to hold your breath / you have to learn how to feel some death / this flesh is a thicket / so weed out all that's wicked / the feeling that you feel's an unwelcome guest - eve

keep the beast in a cage / on a leash / keep her locked in the cage / don't let her speak / she will scream in the cage / she will shout / let her die in the cage / don't let her out - eve

[HILDEGARD] but why dig a grave? i'm not dead! [JUTTA] are you sure that you're alive instead? [HILDEGARD] i don't know what you mean. [JUTTA] might you be somewhere in between? / outwardly living, but broken inside? / working and working while trying to hide / the feeling that you've done something wrong? / this is where you belong! / i understand what you're going through / no one out there wanted you. - little life

but when you sacrifice / give up giving in to want / you have nothing to lose if everything's gone / when life is darkness / death is dawn / life is better in death - little life

i’m not going back / i’ll run until i die / and when i can no longer run / i’ll teach myself to fly - in the green (sidenote. favorite lyric in the show, possibly ever)

my heart is a stone / my body is not my own / my heart is a stone / my body is not my own - in the green

you must be / just like me / i do not fit anywhere up there / i carry a memory / it makes me hideous / hazardous, insidious, but / underground i’m at ease - underground

you must be / just like me / tired of holding back all your widening cracks / if you carry a memory / it’s too much to bear / broke you beyond repair, then / underground in the dark / you don’t have to try anymore - underground

underground, you can be / a creature without a name / underground, you can stay with me / with your memory - underground

but you came to the underground / and walked right through your shadows / somehow in the underground / you took something obscure / made uncertainty secure / in the poison found the cure / a spark - light undercover (sidenote sidenote. this is just an ft willz poem line)

where, oh where has my mind gone? / are my feet on the ground or six feet down? / where, oh where has the time gone? / every day is a year / is a night and round and round - the ripening

haven't i done all the things I'm supposed to? / i know what i'm meant to be / and i'm grateful for the blessing / of this body that is rotting / all i've ever wanted is to be free - the ripening

wow that's. a lot of lyrics about guilt and catholicism and category 10 woman moments. ONTO THE DD SIMILARITIES

in the green and danger days are both about. people stuck in a hostile society doing what little they can to assert control over their lives?? in dd, batt city and the desert are literally deadly and the way to rebel against the scorching sun and the enforced Sameness and Separation is to be Bright and Loud and Love As Fiercely As Possible. it's basically a death wish, to refuse to conform in a world that sees vibrancy as a crime, but the killjoys refuse to be a part of that great machine that makes up their world. in the same way, jutta is a character given a horrible hand: arranged marriage (that she runs away from) and an assault that she can tell no one about. so her only way to assert control over her life is to say No to participating in the world at all. she forcibly shuts herself away from Everyone because that was the one thing she could Do Of Her Own Will. she finds power in isolating herself because it was a decision She Could Make. the world was not meant to be kind to her and so she took the only true choice available and refused it entirely. both of these courses of actions are direct contrast to the societies the stories are set in and both of these courses are deadly but also Freeing because They Made Their Choice. no one else made it for them. the killjoys rebel by being as loud as possible, forcing the world to look at them. jutta rebels by removing herself from the world as totally as possible, forcing the world to forget her until she forgot herself. she found freedom in the cell because it was a choice she got to make.

SORRY THAT WAS RLLY LONG BUT WAAAAUGH I LOVE THESE BANDS AND THIS MUSIC

[a-moth-to-the-light]

My Blog Masterpost!

[now updated with my favorite (music) artists & webtoons! i also go in every once in a while and change which posts i link!]

I see we have some new friends popping up here! This post is a little guide to help you find the stuff you're interested in within my posts! It includes the stuff that I think defines my blog & what I plan to create in the future the most!

#nice things :) -- my comfort hashtag, where i reblog posts that will help me out on a bad day! i hope they can help y’all out too :)

#future of six -- posts about what i'm working on currently!

#six keeps on running -- journal entries/stuff about my daily life!

Music (General)

My favorite favorite favorite artists: Alba Reche, Bad Suns, Bleachers, BOL4, Bruce Springsteen, Chung Ha, Creepy Nuts, Day6, Kai (EXO), Mamamoo, Purple Kiss, Repion, STAYC, Twice, Yena.

#six stans springsteen -- the springsteen-kpop amalgamation of chaos/song reviews!

(very long, very emotional) bruceposting about "i'm on fire"

#music chats -- for my developing thoughts on songs!

#six copes -- for my comfort songs!

#my fave songs -- for my 'songs of the school year' / 'songs of the season' series, which include a post reviewing and analyzing each entry!

#artist top ten -- because i just keep doing these no one can stop me!

Music (K-Pop)

#comeback celebration! -- content related to groups that are on my mind because of recent or upcoming comebacks!

SNSD Comeback Celebration -- 1, 2

Blackpink Comeback Celebration

Fromis_9 Comeback Celebration

I'll link reviews I've done of songs/albums by my favorite groups/soloists here, but you can find other k-pop reviews within the general music tags!

StayC -- Slow Down, Run2U, 247

Mamamoo (& Soloists) -- Honey, Big Booty, Zinggle Zinggle

Top 10 Mamamoo

Red Velvet (& Soloists) -- Beg For Me

Top 10 Red Velvet

Yena -- Smiley, Lemon-Aid, Lxxk 2 U

Oh My Girl -- Eden, Kiss & Fix

Top 10 Oh My Girl

Reading (General)

#book stuff! -- general discussion of books, not analysis!

#comic sans -- analysis! not actually limited to reading, though, since i like writing little essays about anything with a narrative, so tv shows and podcasts are fair game for this tag!

Good Omens Post

#fruits basket diaries -- a series on the fruits basket manga--mostly analysis, but some fun stuff & more personal stuff, too!

Fruits Basket & Queerness -- 1, 2

Fruits Basket Character Arcs -- 1, 2

Reading (Webtoons)

My favorite Webtoons: #muted, Deadlove, Idiots Don't Catch Colds, I want to be a cute anime girl, Let's Cast Off, Maho Shonen, Springtime of Yuuth, Witchurch.

Idiots Don't Catch Colds Analysis

(Sort Of) Fiction Writing

#prose poem -- angsty little sketches of different scenes (kinda?) from my life

Sapphic Angst

College Angst

Me When Music

[banda-theme]

About this theme

Banda Neira is a minimal theme with a slick design that is similar to a notion page or macOS settings page. A redesign of the previous version that was made in 2016, was re-coded from scratch.

Theme options

Customizable colors: up to 11 custom colors

Avatar shape. You can change between circle or square

Show Music Widgets and Sticky Note Widgets

Choose between "simple", "notion" and "masonry" layout

Show Tags or not

Show Toggle Dark button or not

Show Music Widget or not

Show Sticky Note or not

Show Social Media Popup or not

Features

Responsive layout and looks good on the mobile screen, dashboard-like reblog chain posts, support NPF posts, choose various layout (simple, notion and masonry), unlimited custom links as you want through Tumblr pages, and highlighted photos

How to add a custom link to this theme?

You can add as many custom links as you want through Tumblr pages, and the process is very simple, here’s how:

Go to customize page

Scroll down until you find ‘+Add a page’

Enable ‘Show a link to this page’

Select “Link” from the dropdown menu (for custom links) and if you want to make a custom page (for example, an ‘about’ page), just don’t change anything from the dropdown menu and leave the ‘Standard layout’

Add the URL, page title, and page body text as you wish and save

What's the difference between "simple", "notion" and "masonry" layout?

Notion layout The layout resembles the email lists view with timestamps and the URL of the blog that's been added with a Tumblr email suffix. There are lists of user blog that acts as a button to open an individual post that relates to each user. When this layout is enabled, there will be a button that stands out to open the hidden widgets.

Simple layout The layout is shown as a regular layout. It is shown as a one-column post featuring the widgets in the right section. On the relatively smaller screen, the widget will be automatically moved to the bottom of the post.

Masonry layout The layout is a grid layout based on columns, but unlike other fixed grid layouts, the images do not have fixed height posts. This layout is perfect for the portfolio blog or those who have a heavy photo post on their blog. If the widget is enabled, it will be automatically moved to the bottom of the post.

How to upload the music player to the blog?

Before continuing, you need an account on Dropbox to host your mp3 file. Here's how:

Please double-check that your file name has no special characters in it. Keep it as letters only (no -, *, .)

After that, upload your mp3 file to your Dropbox account

It will trigger the pop-up. Below the dropdown that says "Anyone", there will be a label that says Email link or Create then copy link. Click the blue link, "Create".

Copy the link

After generating the link. it will look something like this: https://www.dropbox.com/s/7kzjezesbohiwoi/example.mp3?dl=0

On that link, remove the ?dl=0 at the end. And remove the www and replace it with dl. And it will look something like this one: https://dl.dropbox.com/s/7kzjezesbohiwoi/example.mp3

And the URL is ready to be copied and pasted on the textarea from theme options

The same thing with your album image, follow the instruction above. After generating the link, modify the URL based on point 5 & 6 above.

Inserting the mp3 file, song name, and album image into the theme

Once you get the mp3 file in form of a URL. Please go to your customize page, and scroll down a bit until you find this option.

Put your song URL & album image URL in the relevant field. Also do not forget to put the song name in the "Music Widget Song Name".

How do I install this theme?

The theme has been uploaded on Tumblr theme garden which means you don’t have to manually copy-and-paste the code on customization panel, just go to this link and click ‘Install’ button and your blog automatically will be changed.

You said that this theme is mobile-friendly, but it shows the default theme provided by Tumblr! How do I disable it?

Easy! Just go customize, scroll down until you find ‘Advanced options’ → disable ‘Use default mobile theme’ → Save

[kerlonviet]

Irip for ipods

#Irip for ipods update

#Irip for ipods manual

#Irip for ipods portable

#Irip for ipods software

#Irip for ipods Pc

Adds a new “Send Feedback…” item in the Help menu, and allows the user to send preferences, logs, system information, and user-specified comments.

Automatically detects crashes and offers to send them to the developer.

Column sorting behavior now more closely matches iTunes.

#Irip for ipods manual

In manual mode, songs are imported in the order they are sorted in automatic mode, songs are imported after being sorted by artist and then by album. iRip boasts of one-click recovery which allows you to seamlessly restore all your movies, music and playlists that are stored on the iDevice in case youve lost.

When multiple iPods touch, iPhones, or iPads are connected, all of them now appear in the Welcome window pop-up button.

When an iPod is forcibly disconnected during an automatic recovery, an error message is now displayed.

In certain cases, the star rating of songs was being imported incorrectly this is fixed.

Purchased playlist now actually shows only purchased songs, not every single song on the selected iPod.

Smart playlists from older iPods can now be recreated.

Smart and regular playlists can be recreated without importing the actual song files (option-click on the down arrow).

Track previewing now works on iPhones, iPods touch, and the latest generation of iPods classic/nano.

Tracks that have been purchased directly on iPhones and iPods touch can now be transferred.

Support for viewing many more tags in manual mode undesired tag columns can now also be hidden.

Many general performance and reliability enhancements.

Support for transfer of advanced song options for iPhones and all iPods (stop time, start time, exclude from shuffle, bookmarkable, checked, EQ preset, media kind).

#Irip for ipods software

Simply download and launch iRip, select the “manual import” option to choose what songs you want transferred from your device to that computer, and hit “import.”īelow, you can have a look at the complete list of changes included in the latest version of the software (iRip 1.5), and then hit up the download link to grab the program and give it a try.

#Irip for ipods portable

Basically, you don’t need to authorize a computer to offload some songs from your Apple portable onto its hard drive. Not that big of a deal.” Devor did, and now the same wonderful product The Little App Factory sells is simply called iRip.įor those who aren’t very familiar with iRip, it can effectively rip songs from your iPod, iPhone, and now iPad without forcing you to fire up iTunes and sync.

#Irip for ipods Pc

Apple doesn’t want any third-party products bearing “iPod” references, so Steve Jobs told Devor, “Change your app's name. Ipod to PC Transfer is an ultimate application for transferring music from Ipod to computer.Ipod to PC Transfer is a sound of blessing for frustrated Apple's iTune users who can't copy music files from Ipod to pc desktop or laptop since iTune blocks Ipod-to-computer song transfer. Hello IPods will work anywhere, irrespective of the country in which you. In November last year, Softpedia reported that John Devor, of The Little App Factory, had sent an email to Apple’s CEO to clarify some legal matters regarding its application’s name. Hello, Please confirm to your dealer if your sound system really supports iPod.

#Irip for ipods update

iRip 2 comes with a free trial that lets you transfer up to 50 items, and it’s a $24.95 purchase after that.Formerly known as iPodRip, The Little App Factory’s iRip has received a maintenance update that adds iPad support, as well as support for the transfer of advanced song options for iPhones and all iPods (stop time, start time, exclude from shuffle, bookmarkable, checked, EQ preset, media kind) and lots more enhancements. It’d be great to get apps out as well, but I guess that’s not possible. I’m not afraid to say iRip 2 might as well be the perfect and easiest way to get anything out of your mobile devices. In fact, you can even send audio from iRip to an AirPort Express Station or Apple TV using AirFoil 4. You can also Quick Look pictures and videos and listen to music and podcasts directly from iRip. You can copy an entire library or a selection back to iTunes or to a folder on your Mac. You plug in a device (works just fine with an iPad), iRip takes a couple of seconds to analyze its contents and boom – there’s a sidebar similar to the iTunes’ one to browse music, movies, photos, etc. I haven’t seen any other Mac app that works like this. IRip 2 can transfer any content (playlists, audiobooks and ringtones, too) from any device to the Mac. Instead of getting music, photos, movies, books, podcasts and TV shows in your device, you’re getting them out. Think of iRip 2 as iTunes working backwards. iRip 2 now supports any iOS device, and any kind of content. Now it’s time for iRip to deserve a second look, as the developers have released a major update to the app that allowed you to transfer songs from your iPhone and iPod touch back to the Mac.

[brookecuzyes]

three years of you. — good 4 u.

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader

Main Masterlist — 3yrs Masterlist

Summary: it wasn’t alright, but it was great to be able to find the good in the situation.

Word Count: ≈1.4k

Warnings: angst

A/N: this is short as hell, but i promise that it’ll get better lmaoo

———————————————————————-

Just keep going. You have no reason to feel bad.

The crowd was invested. They were into it. They wanted to know the whole story.

You made it a whole story, and it was beautiful.

Not to him, though. He felt… guilty.

“Well, you should, because you fucked this up!”

——

One Month Later…

“And it’s done!”

After a month of trying to get the music just right and recording the same song over and over again, the first song was finally finished. The band and you had just listened to the song entirely— without stopping it to fix something, and it was absolute perfection. As soon as the song was over, Luke started cheering. Julie laughed at his enthusiastic antics.

“That was a nice run, guys. I cannot wait to finish the next song,” Flynn said, summoning her inner manager.

The band decided to take a break for the rest of the day, as a celebration for finishing the next song. However, they wouldn’t actually be celebrating. They were going home to get sleep, since their sleep schedule was bound to change over the upcoming months. When you got home, the first thing you did was take a warm shower to relax. After that, you went straight to your room, not wanting to leave for the rest of the day.

You turned on a show, though it ended up serving as background noise. You got an idea for that tune you came up with. The main problem you had writing it was that you had absolutely no inspiration for the song.

As you were writing down the music, you got a notification on your phone. You put down your pencil and picked up your phone. Someone tagged you in a photo. Assuming it was probably one of the band members, you opened the notification. You saw the comments before you saw the photo. People (fans) were tagging you in the post left and right.

Why the hell…

You realized why once you saw the photo and its caption.

Måneskin’s Damiano David was seen with a new girl last night, which is raising questions over his and singer Y/N Y/L/N relationship status as of late.

You had to re-read the caption twice. He’s already with someone new? You looked at the picture, and it was Damiano out with another girl.

Wait, why do you look familiar? You went online and searched up anything that could be related to this girl and Måneskin. It took a minute, but you found out that this girl was the same one Damiano had been talking about, Giorgia. And you must’ve forgotten her name, because you recognized her immediately. You liked some of her work, but hated that your opinion was bound to change about her over a boy.

“I can’t believe it,” you whispered to yourself. “Couldn’t wait, could ya?”

You knew it would be stupid to read the article attached… but it was so tempting. What would be the harm in it?

So, you clicked on the link and read the article. Two weeks after you left Italy, Damiano was spotted with his new girl— and you remembered her name: Giorgia— walking the streets side-by-side, laughing and smiling. You looked at the date the photos were taken; almost exactly two weeks after you left, give or take.

To save yourself from going insane, you closed out the apps, and turned off your phone. You lay down on the bed, and just stare at the ceiling, unsure of what to do next. Not like there’s much I could do…

Or, maybe…

——

“That’s a wrap!”

The band cheered. Months of hard work, and they finally finished the album. Hugs went around, along with smiles and laughter.

“Hey, now you can actually go to sleep now,” Thomas joked to Damiano, patting his back.

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied.

“As much as I want to celebrate this, I think that we all need to get some rest first. We’ll plan something for the weekend?” Victoria suggested, grabbing her phone from the couch in the studio.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Ethan said.

“Ok, now, everyone, go home! Get some sleep. Especially you Dami,” Victoria said, practically pushing everyone out of the studio.

Once everyone got outside and people were heading to their vehicles, Damiano walked over to Victoria.

“Hey, Vic,” Damiano said, walking up to her.

“Dami.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” she said, closing the door of her car.

“Do you know why everyone kept telling me to get sleep?” He asked, crossing his arms.

“Well, you work very hard, especially on this project. Plus, with everything that’s going on right now, you deserve to take a break,” Victoria explained.

“So, this is about Y/N and I?”

“Never said it was.” Damiano stared at her for a second before talking again.

“There’s pictures.”

“Of…?” Victoria questioned, not following where he was going.

“Giorgia and I.”

“Ok. Are you worried that Y/N will see them?”

“If they haven’t seen them yet. Wouldn’t be surprised; with social media, and all.” Damiano looked at his feet.

“Don’t let it get to you. It’ll all work out okay.”

“I would’ve figured that you’d be on Y/N’s side?”

“Not necessarily. I don’t want to ‘choose sides’, but you’re both my friends. I want to help you both, but I don’t want to get in the middle of it.”

“That’s understandable.”

“Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going home now. I haven’t seen Chili all day, and she’s probably hungry. Goodbye, Dami. Have a great rest of your day.” Victoria got in her car and shut the door. Damiano started walking back towards his car.

Once he got in, he sat there for a minute, thinking over everything. He took out his phone and opened up Twitter, scrolling for a second before going back to what he wanted to do. He searched up your name. A lot popped up, but he came across some articles over you and him. He clicked on one, and started reading it. It was talking about a lot of things, but specifically your relationship status. Then, there was him and Giorgia, and the pictures.

“Shit. Y/N’s gonna know,” he whispered to himself. He went back to Twitter and saw a lot more; Damiano stopped liking Y/N’s photos. Y/N left Italy, and is back in LA. Y/N is with the band, Julie and The Phantoms. Are they recording a new album? Damiano was seen with model Giorgia Soleri, and hasn’t been seen with Y/N for weeks.

Honestly, the shit that people talked about had no relevance to their lives, it only invaded his and yours. It made him feel bad, because he knows how much you value your privacy. He couldn’t DM you since you blocked him, and wasn’t sure about texting you directly. He wanted to apologize but didn’t want to make you mad.

All of a sudden, his phone started ringing. It was Giorgia. Fuck, he whispered. He hesitated to answer. Should I, should I not? He took a deep breath, and sighed.

“Hey, babe.”

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“Oh.” Alex’s reaction wasn’t exactly what you wanted it to be. “That- that… I’m sorry, that must really suck.” You nodded, but then took a step back from where he was sitting in disbelief.

“You already knew, didn’t you?” You asked softly.

“I-I did. I just didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to see you hurt,” he replied.

“Well, the jokes on you Mercer, this is actually great!”

Confused out of his mind, he asked, “How is any of that great?”

You walked over to his table and got your notebook out of the bag you brought. “Remember that tune I came up with a few months back?” You asked.

“Yeah, the one you couldn’t finish because nothing was coming to you?” You hummed in response. You walked closer to where Alex was, flipping pages to find your spot. Once you found it, you gave the notebook for Alex to look at it.

“I think I’ve got something,” you said, watching as he read the music.

“Wow, Y/N, this could be really good. You should record it,” Alex complimented, handing the notebook back to you when he finished.

“I will, I’m just gonna wait until we’re done with the album.”

“Why not now?”

“Because I’ll need your help. Alex, I can play the guitar, piano, and I can sing, but I need drums too. So… what do you say? I’ll get the others to jump on this, if they want.”

“I would absolutely love to!” He responded, excitedly.

“Great! Now, do you want to help me with the lyrics?”

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Falling Duet

Word Count: 2.4k

Category: Fluff but it’s so 🥺

Warning: Nothing

Request: harry dating singer!reader: he has to perform at some awards and he invites her to sing with him but no one else knows? love your writing🤧❤

Summary: You and Harry sing an unreleased version of Falling at an award show.

The lyrics used are of “Falling (other POV)” by THE cutie, Ally Naso 🤍

// masterlist //

**reposted bc tumblr is messing up the tags & nobody can view it. sigh.

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It all started when a friend of yours had recorded you singing in your school’s bathroom during senior year.

7 years ago, you wouldn’t have believed it if somebody told you that you would be a 13-time Grammy nominated artist, as well as having 6 of that very award sitting on your shelf at your childhood home – one for Best Artist, and one for Album of the year.

You would have laughed even.

But it wasn’t a joke nor was it a dream you wished to never wake up from; it was as real as life could be.

You were successful in the industry and if any of your fans were asked, they would say that it was because of your immense talent and unproblematic, empathetic, kind character.

It was one of the many reasons why so many people on the internet had shipped you with a certain English man, him having been only 20 when you went viral and got signed.

A year into the industry, it was one day when you remember your Twitter notifications going crazy;

“HARRY STYLES JUST SAID HE LOVES YOUR MUSIC AND THINKS YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL”

“omg pls tell us you watched 1d’s interview with jimmy kimmel”

“IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING! CAN YOU PLEASE BE TOGETHER ALREADY???”

Looking back at that memory, you remember how you were a shaking and overwhelmed mess as you had clicked on the link everybody was sending you.

The video had begun with the audience cheering as the camera was on Jimmy and the 5 men near him.

And there he sat; in a black suit with a white shirt underneath, medium-length hair looking like he had run his fingers through many times, his hands clasped as he looked at Jimmy.

“Who’s most likely to let a woman split the band?” Jimmy had asked.

They had looked at each other, not answering for a moment before Niall chimed in with a laugh as he pointed at Harry, “Harry would let his celebrity crush do that.”

Harry rolled his eyes jokingly as his bandmates agreed and laughed, slapping his hands against his thighs in feigned annoyance.

“Who is that? Who’s your celebrity crush?”

“Just this talented person.” He had tried to smile his way through the question, but no one was having it.

“You know Y/N Y/L/N? She’s an amazing singer,” Louis told Jimmy.

“Y/N!” Jimmy beamed, “We had her on the show two weeks ago.”

“Yeah, he watched that.” Liam had gestured towards Harry.

Hiding his face in his hands for a moment, the audience cheered as his friends continued to laugh.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Jimmy asked Harry in a teasing manner.

Having had decided to get it over with, Harry nodded as he clasped his hands together again, “She’s very talented and beautiful.”

“Lovie, can you help me with the necklace? My nails are still drying.”

You looked up from your place on the couch, sitting in your long dress looking so beautiful that Harry had lost track of time of getting into his own suit because he was too busy giving you a photoshoot on his phone.

Standing up, you reached and clasped his necklace for him, dusting his shoulders to signal that you were done.

Turning, you were met with your boyfriend of 4 years beaming at you before he leaned to press his lips against yours.

“You look so good.” You smiled up at him, “So beautiful.”

“Have to try to catch up with how you look tonight,” he replied with a wide smile, “Nervous?”

“Not really.” You admitted.

Amusingly and completely and utterly in love, Harry tilted his head slightly, “Any reason why you’re not? You usually hate those.”

It was true. You didn’t really like award shows because of how tiresome all the process was; hair, makeup, dressing up, walking only to pause every second, the repeated questions you have been answering for years, how more judgmental the world was on nights like these.

But it was always when Harry was able to be by your side that you liked the night, and the tall man knew it, but he had always loved hearing you say it.

To feed his ego, you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Because you’ll be there.”

“Music to my ears.” He joked, shaking his head slightly.

“Just feeding that already overfed ego of yours, baby.”

“Excuse you.” He pecked your lips, “Let me add food for Evie then we can leave.”

“I’ll do it, don’t mess up your nails.” You patted his chest before moving away to attend to your cat.

The fans and reporters all had anticipated the moment of yours and boyfriend’s arrival, and the both of you knew it.

You were fairly private with your relationship. While everyone knew you were together, the both of you didn’t always post about one another but when you did, it went viral – something you and Harry, shamelessly, enjoyed.

It was why during moments like this, everyone was eager. Reporters were hungry for content, all having different intentions, but you spend enough time in the industry and you sort of begin knowing what to say and how to say it.

Harry was scheduled to perform, something everyone knew of, but it was the fact that you were joining him not on the red carpet, but on stage that they didn’t.

Getting out of the car together, the screams and flashing lights were then doubled.

Harry closed the door behind you with a polite smile to the security standing. Bending a little, he adjusted your dress’s short train for you as you looked back at it before you looked up at him.

As if they weren’t snapping pictures like crazy yet, you reached and fixed Harry’s hair at the front, his eyes looking up with a smile as you did so.

“Thanks, love.”

With that, Harry placed his arm around your waist as you walked to the first spot on the red carpet.

“When was the last time we appeared together? They’re going mad.” You whispered, looking at Harry as he smiled to the cameras.

He chuckled, looking at you, “I think we deprive them too much.”

“Let’s give them enough content to last a year.”

Nobody but the both of you knew what you meant, and it was why the flashing lights and camera shutter sounds were then tripled the moment Harry’s lips were on yours in a soft kiss.

“Can we sign stuff?” You asked a woman standing on the sides, “Can we see the fans?”

When she nodded at you, you and Harry ignored posing for a few minutes to converse and meet fans.

“I love you and Harry so much!” One fan said shakily as you signed a paper for him.

“Thank yo- Hey! I saw you in Amsterdam last year, right?” You grinned.

And that was another thing not only your fans loved about you, but Harry, too.

You were no stranger to connections. You were no stranger to making people feel seen and treating them in a way that no fan expected to be treated – a friend, and you remember friends.

“Harry, do you think Y/N will win Songwriter of the Year?” A fan asked.

Harry shrugged with a smile, “I hope so but we all know she is anyway.” He waved his hand with a joking manner, making the closest fans laugh.

“What about you? Do you think you’ll win Artist of the Year?”

“I don’t know,” he smiled, “There are so many amazing artists. I wish them all the best.”

“He’s a humble man,” you teased, patting his shoulder, “We all know he is anyway.”

You were confused as they, Harry included, laughed in shock. “What?”

“He literally has just said the same thing about you.”

You laughed, looking at Harry, “Shut up, no way!”

“The both of you have been doing that for years.” One fan commented with a grin, “It’s adorable. It’s like telepathy or something.”

“Oh yeah, we are telepathic,” Harry nodded, “It gets a little scary sometimes.”

“Heeey!” You laughed, “It’s actually helpful. One of us would be just walking at home and we’d look at each other and know that the other just means something like “feed Evie” or “take out the trash””

“This is so cute!”

“Harry, what are you performing tonight?”

“You’ll find out in a bit.” He pointed.

Shortly, you and Harry had to take more pictures and do interviews before you were escorted inside.

It was the little moments that fans also lived for; how Harry held your hand as you sat so discreetly, how the both of you chatted and giggled among one another and those around you, how Harry fist-bumped the air the moment your name was called to receive your award of Songwriter of the Year before kissing you. It was how they knew this was real – how love wasn’t something you only listen people sing about or write novels for.

It was in how Harry’s eyes didn’t move from you as you gave your speech, a wide smile on his face and eyes resembling twinkling stars for crying out loud.

It was in how you ended your speech with: “This is to the man who has inspired and pushed me forward to write every single day. I love you.”

It was in how you looked more nervous than Harry himself when his category was called before you were the first to get out of your seat with a happy “yes!” once they announced that he won.

It was in how Harry cupped your face that moment to kiss you before walking to receive his award.

It was in how you remained standing, those behind you only smiling instead of being annoyed, with your hands clutched together against your heart, tearful eyes, and the brightest smile in the room.

“You’re going to tell me this is cheesy,” Harry chuckled slightly, giving a shrug as he looked at you, “But I wouldn’t be standing here, holding this, if it weren’t for you. I love you, too.”

But then Harry was about to perform and you weren’t in your seat.

The award show had decided to make a skit of it, the host being Miley had held her microphone as she stood in the empty isle beside yours and Harry’s empty seats.

“We know Harry Styles is performing in minutes,” she said, looking at the camera with a playful smile, “But where is Y/N Y/L/N? We know, we know,” she nodded, “Probably backstage for some extra good luck but-” people laughed, causing Miley to pause and chuckle, “But seriously, guys. There’s a show and it must go on.”

“It’s going on.” Harry said from backstage into his mic before the stage went dark.

It wasn’t until piano tunes sounded that the arena grew dim, a spotlight on the piano at the center of the stage where you sat, your fingers gentle against the keys as you played the beginning notes of Falling.

“I'm in my bed,

And you're not here

And there's no one to blame

But the drink in my wandering hands.” Harry sang as he came on stage, holding the mic in his hand before taking a seat beside you.

Everyone had expected him to sing the next verse, but it wasn’t his voice that they then heard.

“I'm in my bed

Instead of yours

Cried to sleep turned off all of lights and locked all of the doors.” You sang, eyes on the piano keys.

“Forget what I said

It's not what I meant

And I can't take it back

I can't unpack the baggage you left.” His eyes were on you, body turned slightly towards you as he felt like the both of you were in your living room in front of your white piano.

“I replay what you said

Don’t know if it’s true

Left with two broken hearts and there’s nothing that we could undo.” You sang, closing your eyes as you got ready for the chorus.

“What am I now? What am I now?

What if I'm someone I don't want around?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

“What am I now? What am I now?

Don’t want to cry ‘cause I can’t stand the sound

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

The both of you sang together, your voice being softer and quieter than Harry’s.

“What if I'm down?

What if I'm out?

What if I'm someone you won't talk about?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

“What if I'm down? What if I'm out?

What if you’re someone I can’t live without?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

It was a version nobody had heard before, and it was why everyone was quiet, the only sound coming from you, Harry, and your lone instrument.

It was something you had written together following a rough patch of your relationship, and everyone knew that it was more personal with the way the both of you sang.

When his eyes weren’t closed, Harry sang as he looked at you, and he knew that performing this song meant more to the both of you than anyone could imagine. One look at your face and Harry knew you were reliving the night of when the both of you had written this; eyes a little red from crying, bodies hot, Harry wearing a hoodie of yours while you sat in your underwear with his purple fluffy robe on.

“Can I do this alone without ever needing you again?”

“And I get the feeling that you'll never need me again.”

You both sang the bridge together, yours being shorter than Harry’s note as you carried a softer tone, closing your eyes as you played the piano, feeling your throat close up before gulping.

He knew.

It was why the final chorus was sung softer and quieter, Harry’s forehead resting against your temple for a moment as the both of you sang.

“I’m falling again, I’m falling again, I’m falling.” Harry finished, putting his mic down as he stared at you with a small smile, watching you in your element as you played.

Managing to look at him as you played single soft notes, you sang, “I’m falling again, I’m falling again, I’m falling.”

You played the end single notes, looking at Harry with tearful eyes and a bashful smile.

It was like you were unaware to the erupted cheer and round of applause, you threw your arms around Harry, feeling his arms wrap around you instantly.

Crying from the overwhelming emotions, you were thankful your mascara was waterproof. You called it.

“I love you,” Harry whispered in your ear, “I love you so much.”

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A Different Kind of Night (h.s)

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Summary: Is the Grammys! And you’re spending it at home with your handsome nominee.

Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of alcohol, COVID, anxiety and a bit of smut if you squint your eyes. Also, maybe some grammatical mistakes (English is not my first language. I’m sorry)

Word Count: 2.6 k

Author’s Note: let me start by saying that 1) the Grammys are rigged and I don’t trust them. 2) I haven’t seen the Grammys in years so I don’t know exactly how the awards go and 3) While this is a piece of fiction, I love Harry and I hope he brings home one golden record player 💕 Remember that Reblogs, Comments, Feedbacks and Likes are very important! You don’t know how much it helps me ❤️ Happy early Valentine’s Day. Hope you like it and Happy Reading 🦋🌻✨

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“Harry, did you get the drinks?” You asked as you walked down the stairs.

“Go’em ready in the living room, love” Your boyfriend's answer came from the kitchen, his shoes clicking against the wooden floor as he made his way to where you were fixing your hair at the end of the stairs.

The moment he saw you, all dressed up and giddy, he let out a loud whistle. You felt your cheeks turn a tinted red as you felt his eyes checking you out up and down.

“Well look at you, pet,” He said with a grin as he walked towards you, rounding his arm on your waist and pulling you closer to him “You look stunning”

He placed a soft kiss on your cheek, making you giggle as his stubble tickled your skin.

“I wanted to look good tonight,” You said with a shy smile “Even if no one is going to see me”

Harry hummed close to your ear “Lucky me, then. Don’t have to worry about anyone stealing you away from me”

You scoffed “As if that were possible” With one last kiss on his cheek, you started to walk away. But not before Harry stole one small squeeze to your butt, making you gasp and shoot him a knowing glance as you turned into the kitchen, still able to hear him laugh.

You stepped into the kitchen and made sure the finger food you ordered was ready and placed in the tray. You wanted to make tonight extra special for him despite everything that was going on.

After pushing it back a few dates, the Grammys were finally happening tonight. Given the circumstances though, they were being held in an empty theatre while all the nominees stayed home and watched the ceremony.

Upon hearing the news, Harry was understandably a bit bummed out, but then he thought better of it “At least I’ll get to spend the evening with you” He said with a grin.

It was true. If it weren’t for the norms applied for the ceremony, you weren’t going to be able to celebrate with him. At least, not at that moment. That’s the downside of having a secret relationship.

You were used to it, though. Years of sneaking around and secret rendezvous made you an expert on the topic of privacy. It was something you both agreed on earlier on in the relationship, not wanting to attract the wrong kind of attention towards the two of you.

And yes, although that meant to have to deal with all the rumors of your boyfriend dating other celebrities and see him up and about in different galas where you had to maintain your distance until you were sure there were no peeking cameras, you wouldn’t change this for the world.

You loved Harry Styles as much as the next person did. But you much rather have Harry, just Harry all to yourself. And that made you one of the luckiest people on earth according to you.

“It’s weird to see the red carpet so empty,” You said as you walked into the living room holding the tray of food. Smiling at seeing Harry already seated comfortably with a glass of wine having already poured you a glass as well.

“Pfft. It’s boring anyway” He said, helping you set the food before you sat down with him, kicking your shoes under the table and cuddling next to him “You just walk, then stop to take some pictures, then talk to some random interviewer for a random channel, say you’re excited to be there and to be wearing Gucci and keep walking”

“Oh yeah, sounds dreadful” Sarcasm clear in your voice “I don’t know how you could survive that”

He grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw it your way, making you squeal before you retaliated with some salted peanuts, starting a small but very chaotic food fight among the two of you.

You were glad that it was only the two of you. While Harry’s manager offered to make a big celebration in his name for being nominated, he opted not to. Not only because he already received well-deserved repercussions for partying in the middle of a pandemic, but because this was a special moment for him and, even though he won’t admit it, he is scared of letting everyone down if he doesn’t get the win.

You, however, still wanted to make the night special for him. So you suggested you dress up for the red carpet- even if the only carpet you’d walk on is the one in the living room, get drunk and let whatever needs to happen: happen.

He loved the idea, although now he was starting to have second thoughts “‘m not gonna clean this” He said after taking into account the mess you both created.

Popcorn was scattered across the sofa and the rug, he had some pieces of peanuts tangled in his curls and on his suit. You didn’t want to look in the mirror to check how you ended up.

“Well, I wasn’t the one who started it,” You said, shrugging as you took a sip from your wine.

He crooked one eyebrow at you, ready to make his usual teasing comments known. But just as he opened his mouth, the opening number of the ceremony was starting.

The Grammys were broadcasted on tv, but all the nominees had a link where they should enter the moment their category is announced. Harry got it all set up in the living room, the computer and the camera ready to focus on him when needed. Yes, this was odd, everything was odd in these trying times. But you were glad they managed to pull through it and celebrate the artists like they deserve, even if it’s miles apart for their safety.

You enjoyed the first few numbers, chatting over your bets about who will win what category, yelling at the tv whenever your favorites didn’t receive the golden record player, and laughing at the bad jokes of the presenters.

When the pop categories came, however, the both of you were quiet as a mouse.

You knew Harry was nervous, you’ve never seen him fidgeting this much before. You gave him your hand to hold, to distract himself a little bit and for him to feel your unconditional support, and he squeezed it hard, placing a kiss on your knuckles and patting it softly with his other hand before covering it with it as his leg started moving up and down with a quick pace.

This side of him always surprised you. You were still amazed at how confident Harry was on stage and with people from the industry, yet when it was just the two of you, you could see the real him. The doubts, the second-guessing, the frustrations, the fears, and sadness of a real person. Not from the one that’s putting on a show to please strangers in a room. With you he allowed himself to feel, really feel like he couldn’t do outside the doors of your shared home. And you knew these nominations were eating him up from the inside with the anxiety it produced on him.

Harry was a perfectionist. He felt the weight of the world on his shoulders since he was sixteen, having the responsibility and burden to carry it without a word of complaint. He gave himself out on this album, showing parts of himself his fans would appreciate and accept. The pressure he had was unbearable and he still made it out of bed every morning, ready to give the world more than it could ever ask for.

You were proud of him, you always were and you told him time and time again, knowing he appreciated more than he could say. But sometimes you wished you could take him away for some time, letting him relax and breathe without constantly having to check himself if he did a wrong move or not. If he wins tonight, at least he will know it was all worth it.

The first two nominations were called. You could feel how hard he gripped your hand before he was asked to appear in front of the camera he set up in front of him. He tried to appear unbothered, but only you noticed the way his eyes gleamed with a shimmer of hope.

Harry waved at the camera and politely nodded whenever his name was being announced with his leg bouncing out of frame. But when the presenters called another name, he was the one clapping enthusiastically as his other colleagues received the acclaimed award. Never letting his true feelings show on his face.

You never asked if he was okay after he didn’t win, you knew he would say he is and brush it off like it was nothing. But you also knew that he needed your support at this moment and you gave it freely and lovingly. Cuddling next to him and soothing his hair as he let your hand run through his curls. It was the little moments, the details that let him know that he is loved. And he feels so lucky to be loved by you.

He told you time and time again and proved it to you thousand times more. But every time he said it, every time he showed it… it still brought butterflies to your entire being.

“Okay, love,” He said as soon as they cut through commercials for what it seemed like the tenth time “The album category is up next”

He said that with a serious face. You could tell that he was nervous, it was the most important award in the pop category; he had some strong contenders this year and was not at all convinced that he would win, especially given his other two losses.

You were about to say something, wanting nothing more than to comfort him and shake that mental frown away. But a notification rang on the computer, letting him know that it was time to get online and let people see him as he waited to be called.

He looked at you and smiled, letting you know that he was okay. “It’s just a stupid award,” He said, but you knew it meant more than that.

You smiled understandingly back at him and kissed him on the cheek before getting up to stand in front of the tv but behind the camera as you did in his previous nominations of the night, making it seem like he was alone.

“You got this” You mouthed at him from where you were standing, sending him an encouraging smile and two thumbs up. He replied with a wink and his award-winning smirk as the announcer called his name among the nominees.

Harry waved at the camera and you can already see his name trending on Twitter right now, it’s been too long since his fans have seen him up close and he knew very well what he was doing. That smug bastard.

While the presenter was calling the other nominees, your phone rang. You quickly grabbed it from the table and thanked the gods’ Harry’s vídeo was muted for the time being.

“Hello?” You said quietly, not really paying attention at the name of the caller before you picked up.

Harry had his eyes on the camera, but he furrowed his eyebrows to let you know that he was just as curious as you to know who was calling at this time and at this moment.

“You need to open the door, now!” It was Jeff’s voice. He sounded frantic as he hung up immediately after.

You stood there confused for a second before realizing what was happening.

“And the winner for best pop vocal album is…. Harry Styles’ Fine Line!”

Harry’s eyes widened as he heard his name being called as the winner. He started looking around for you, but you were now gone from your spot only to return seconds later with a golden record player in your hands and tearful eyes.

You were now standing at his side, face away from the camera as the viewers could only see your arms extending the award towards Harry, who had the most beautiful and genuine smile you’ve ever seen.

He took the award and threw it on the sofa next to him, quickly standing enough to reach your face and giving you a one in a lifetime kiss. Not caring that he was on national television at the moment. He was happy.

You felt how his hands cupped your cheek softly as his lips melted with yours. It tasted salty and you didn’t know if it was because of the popcorn or the happy tears on both your eyes. You only knew that this was one of the greatest moments of his life and you were lucky enough to witness it with him.

Soon, Harry had to let go of you, smiling widely at you and mouthing an “I love you” as he sat back down to start his speech. You quickly went back to your place behind the camera and smiled at him with utter pride.

You knew how much he worked for this, to separate himself from the kid he once was and to start his own career by just being Harry. And to see him smile like that… Harry only smiled like that when he was with you. His childlike grin and sparkle in his eyes brought life to your shared home as he held the award close to his heart, finally grasping the idea that that little boy from Cheshire made it.

He made it.

“... I want to thank my mum and my sister, who were always there for me. To the fans that made this record so special and have gifted me with their enormous support. And I want to thank the person I love most in this life” He said, lifting his gaze to meet your teary eyes. He smiled like a thousand suns and gave you a look that was just exuberant with love before placing his eyes back on the camera. “I love you and I couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you so much for this”

You waited a good five seconds after his transmission ended before jumping at him on the sofa, wrapping your arms around him as you plastered kisses all over his face.

“I told you you were going to win!” You said excitedly.

He laughed and kiss your lips with passion “You did” He said between kisses “And I didn’t believe you” one more kiss “If this is not a sign for me to admit that you’re always right, I don’t know what it is”

You smiled before kissing him again, this time with more intent as you let him deepen the kiss, parting your lips as you granted him more access.

Harry grabbed you by the legs and made you straddle his lap, not breaking the kiss once as his hands roamed your back with soft touches.

“You know…” You said, letting out a sigh as his mouth traveled from your lips to your neck “You just kissed me in front of a camera”

He hummed, sending vibrations all over your pulse point “That I did”

“It’s going to be all over Twitter tomorrow”

“I don’t much care right now,” He said, placing his hands on your ass, making your hips slightly buckle against his front as he continued to ravish your neck and collarbones, leaving a trail of marks and soft breaths to follow later.

You chuckled, tangling your fingers through his hair, tugging it lightly so his eyes were on yours once again “Harry, you just won a Grammy!”

“That I did, too” He smirked, pure joy visible in his eyes.

“And how would you want to celebrate? My Grammy award winning boyfriend” You said, moving your hips with more intent and making him let out a groan.

Harry’s pupils grew and turned his eyes into a deep forest green, looking at you hungrily while he grinned “I got a couple of ideas”

*

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[one-sad-human]

This is the masterlist for all the writings I’ve done so far. The fics written for blurb week are marked with a * symbol. Please let me know if links don’t work or are wrong and I’ll fix them! Updated as of 9/19/2021

Duff Mckagan

Prompt 8*

Prompts 1 and 9*

Prompt 24*

Prompt 11*

Prompt 25*

Puppy Love

<To help with the stress of the upcoming album, you get Duff a puppy>

Soft Touches, Warm Cuddles

<You and Duff relax at home when he gets home from tour>

You’re Crazy

<Duff and you are best friends, but you can’t have feelings for each other, right?>

Worth It

<A reflection on your relationship with Duff, from how you met to the ups and downs in the relationship>

Izzy Stradlin

Prompt 6*

Prompt 9 and 30*

Prompt 3*

Sweet Confessions

<You and Izzy finally come clean about your feelings for each other>

Dinner Party Disaster

<When you and Izzy go to dinner with his band, Axl is brutally honest about how he feels about you>

Sweet Child O’ Mine

<You’re pregnant and worried about how to tell Izzy, luckily he takes the news pretty well>

Hold Me

<Izzy’s day was horrible and all he wants are some cuddles from his favorite person— except he doesn’t exactly want to tell you that>

Slash

Prompt 26*

Prompts 7, 15, and 22*

Something There

<Slash and you are old friends, but Axl is convince you’re something more>

Guard Dog

<When a guy at the bar gets too touchy, Slash isn’t afraid to show him his place>

One Week

<You surprise Slash on tour with the help of the bend>

Steven Adler

Fun At The Fair

<Steven takes you on a sudden road trip to the fair, but he’s acting a little off>

Pugs and Coffee

<Steven’s pugs running away result in him getting a date>

His Love Language

<Headcanons on what Steven’s love language would be>

Pinky Promises

<You made a promise with your brother, but sometimes rules have to be broken>

Axl Rose

Prompts 1 and 22*

Prompts 3, 14, and 16*

Prompt 15*

Pandemic With Axl

<Headcanons on what quarantining with Axl would be like>

Being in a GnR Music Video

<Headcanons on what it’d be like to be in a Guns n Roses music video>

Three Days

<Another broken promise leads you to finally blowing up>

Savior

<A man tries to follow you to your house, luckily Axl is always ready to protect you>

Nikki Sixx

Prompt 24*

Prompt 1*

Prompts 1, 5, and 6*

Prompt 17*

Prompt 26*

Some Well Needed Comfort

<You comfort Nikki when he needs a shoulder to cry on>

His Love Language

<Headcanons on what Nikki’s love language would be>

I Love You

<When a few brutal Mötley Crüe fans mess with you, Nikki comforts you ending in a confession>

Tommy Lee

Prompt 5*

Lazy Day

<Tommy and you have a relaxing day at home>

Vince Neil

Dinner First

<Tommy and Nikki get a little too pushy when it comes to you having fun, Vince comes to your rescue>

Mick Mars

Nothing yet!

Sami Yaffa

Loving You Is Easy

<You and Sami are very much in love, and the band likes to tease about it>

Nasty Suicide

Nothing yet!

Michael Monroe

Nothing yet!

Razzle

Beach Day

<You get into some shenanigans with Razzle while at the beach>

Requests are CLOSED at this time! Taking a writing break, I’ll be back!

Also! In the middle of writing an Izzy Stradlin x fem reader multi part fic. Not sure when the first part will be out, but if your interested send me a message and I’ll tag you in the first part!

[snowstark]

sitting pretty in the prime of life.

LINK TO AO3

“Mr. Parker! Could you look here just once, please?”

“Peter! What was your main inspiration for your album Spider?”

“Was the song Webs about your ex, Quentin Beck?”

“Do you have anything to say on Hammer’s latest tweet about your preferences?”

The last question finally made him stop in his tracks. There was a bustle of movement because paps were fucking hyenas, and the sounds of camera shutters going off became faster, like they could capture every single letter that passed through his lips.

Peter let his eyes skim the crowd, drooling as they waited for him to answer the question, and it wasn’t until their energy went from delighted to nervous that he finally cracked a grin, wide and shark-like.

Cameras picked up their pace again.

And finally, Peter spoke. “Hammer’s tweet about my preferences?” He paused again, because, well, dramatic effect. “Don’t you all know my preferences already? I mean, it’s not like I’ve made it abundantly clear hundreds of times. Except—oh, wait, I have. And yet we’re here again, all because someone like Justin Hammer decided to throw a public tantrum on Twitter when he should’ve been paying his taxes instead.”

Peter sighed like he was disappointed, fixing the cuffs of his shirt, and drawled, voice sultry sweet, “My preferences are making big scary men cry. My preferences are listening to big hunks of meat beg me until they work their throats raw while I ride them for four hours straight. My preferences are you fuckheads listening to what I’ve told you over and over again about what I like in bed, but hey, clearly we can’t all get what we want because you just don’t want to believe me, huh? Is it because of how I look? Is it because I’m a twink?”

Keep Reading / Link to OG Post because Tumblr won’t let it show up in the tags :(

[here4theheartbreak]

The Chili Accident

AO3 Link Here!

Relationships: Hoseok x Jungkook Genre: humor, slice of life Rating: Explicit  Word Count: ~2.5k

Tags: Fluff, Slice of Life, Humor, Enemas, Pain (not the sexy kind), Food (again not the way you think), Crackfic

Summary: Jungkook and Hoseok get a rare day off and know exactly what to do with it. Unfortunately for Jungkook, Hoseok was in a hurry.

A/N: This fic is for @aglassofpinkchampagne who asked for junghope with verschlimmbessern - to make something worse while trying to fix it.

Time off was a rarity much cherished among members of Bangtan. Time off without cameras present, especially. 

Most of the group was off doing their own things. Yoongi was over at Taehyung’s personal apartment, Namjoon had taken off with Jimin to spend the day bicycling. Jin, Hoseok, and Jungkook remained at the shared dorm. 

Despite his intention to spend the day dozing and resting his tired body, Hoseok found himself roped into helping Jin prepare meals for the upcoming week. The group would be particularly busy with preparations for the new album, and Jin wanted to do something nice for them, rather than having them eat out all the time. It was a kind gesture, and Hoseok – despite the aching of his legs – was glad to help.

At the moment, Jin was standing over the stove, stirring some delicious smelling stew like concoction. He’d tasked Hoseok with slicing up an overwhelming pile of vegetables, ranging from cabbage to peppers to potatoes. It was easy work, at least; Hoseok knew he lacked a real talent for cooking, especially when he was pairing himself off with someone of Jin’s stature. 

Jungkook wandered out of his bedroom, smacking his hair down with his hand. “Morning.” He mumbled, wandering between the two to the coffee pot.

“Afternoon,” Jin said, chuckling a little. “How late were you up?”

“About four,” Jungkook said, starting the brewing process on one of the little instant cups. 

“You’re getting too old for that, Jungkook,” Hoseok scolded with no venom. He passed the bowl full of sliced vegetables to Jin and wiped his hands off. 

Jungkook grinned at him, his nose crinkling to expose his front teeth. “You still love me.”

“For some reason,” Hoseok said with a dramatic exhaustion to his tone. 

Jungkook hopped over to him, pressing a kiss to his mouth. “Want to show me just how much you love me?” He murmured, wrapping his arms around Hoseok’s middle. 

Hoseok’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment when Jungkook pressed against his hip. He could feel Jungkook stiffening in his sweats, the intention clear in his voice.

“Do you need any more help here, Jin?” Hoseok asked, trying to sound normal. 

Jin smirked knowingly, glancing back at the two. “Not at the moment. Just have to put these all on to simmer. Would you stir it the next time you come out here? It’ll be simmering for quite a few hours so, no big deal. I’m actually going to take off for a little while if you don’t mind; I wanted to go visit a friend in town.”

Jungkook grinned at him. “You’re the best.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just saving my brain from nightmares. Just don’t wreck the place.” He dumped the vegetables into the stew and stirred them before adding the lid and lowering the heat.

Jungkook moved away from Hoseok to grab his coffee and take a few sips, watching Jin move around the dorm, getting ready to leave. The distance allowed Hoseok to take a few breaths, steadying himself. 

He and Jungkook had been dating for a few years at this point, and when Jungkook got like this it was still overwhelming. Jungkook could be absolutely insatiable in the bedroom – his high energy personality often combined with his natural, youthful libido to make something Hoseok could barely keep up with. Not that he minded. Jungkook helped keep things exciting and keep him on his toes. 

Jin was out the door quickly, and Jungkook pounced, shoving Hoseok against the counter and kissing him hard. Hoseok wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s middle, letting himself be kissed and pulled along through the living room into Jungkook’s bedroom. The fell onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, and Hoseok found himself kissing anywhere he could reach; Jungkook’s mouth, cheeks, jaw, neck, shoulders. Jungkook was doing the same, clawing Hoseok’s shirt up to get it off him as quickly as possible. Hoseok obliged, rising to his knees and letting Jungkook yank the shirt off over his head. 

He took advantage of the moment, grabbing Jungkook’s sweats and yanking them down, his mouth watering at the sight of Jungkook’s bare lower half. Sinking down, he presses kisses along the silky smooth shaved pubic area, down to his thick, firm thighs. He pushed Jungkook’s legs open and spread his ass with his thumbs. 

Jungkook whined, burying his fingers in Hoseok’s hair. “Please—” He strained. 

“Patience,” Hoseok teased. He licked over his hole gently, and Jungkook wiggled, bucking his hips dramatically. 

“More,” he begged.

“You act as if you’ve not had sex in months,” Hoseok scolded with no venom. “Hand me the lube.” 

Jungkook handed – well, threw – the lube at him, nearly pinging it off Hoseok’s forehead in his rush. Hoseok chuckled a little, pouring some onto his fingers and rubbing it around. He rubbed over Jungkook’s hole and slipped one finger in gently, not wanting to hurt him. Jungkook groaned softly, spreading his legs wider. “Oh Hobi,” he moaned, lifting his hips a little. Hoseok pushed his finger deeper, gently rubbing Jungkook’s prostate. He added a second, scissoring them a little. Jungkook hissed suddenly, shifting away.

“What’s wrong?” Hoseok asked. He withdrew his finger slowly.

“Are your nails sharp?” Jungkook asked.

“Nope, smooth and trimmed. You okay?”

“Yeah—” Jungkook’s voice sounded a little strained. He shifted again. “No. No! Oh God, it burns,” he cried. He shot up and grabbed a tissue, quickly swiping at his ass. “Fuck, why does it burn?”

Hoseok scrambled up as well, his eyes wide. He checked the lube, wondering if it was expired. Nope – it was fine. Meanwhile, Jungkook had leapt out of the bed and was rushing, still half naked, out the door. 

Hoseok moved to follow him, calling his name even as he darted into the bathroom. 

“Why is it burning?” Jungkook cried, turning on the sink and grabbing a washcloth.

“I—I don’t know,” Hoseok stuttered, at a loss of how to possibly help his distraught boyfriend. Jungkook began to scrub at his ass, reddening the sensitive skin there. Hoseok reached forward, grabbing his wrist. “You’re going to hurt yourself, stop.” 

Jungkook turned on him, his eyes wide. “It already hurts, Hoseok!” He yanked his hand out of Hoseok’s grip and went back to scrubbing, crying out in annoyance. 

Hoseok rushed over and turned on the bathtub. Jungkook shook his head. “Oh God, not hot. It’s already hot,” he scolded. He rushed over and yanked off his shirt, flopping himself into the tub. He sat still for a moment, letting the water fill up a little and submerge his ass in it. As he did, Hoseok watched his cheeks begin to mottle red, his eyes widening. 

“What is it?” Hoseok asked.

“Worse—” Jungkook strained. “It’s worse, it’s worse, oh fuck, what did you do to me?!”

“I didn’t—Hoseok’s eyes widened. “Oh god, I think I know what happened.”

“What?!”

“I—I was cutting chili peppers before you came out… I forgot to wash my hands.”

Jungkook screamed, grabbing his hair. “Are you serious?! Why would you stick your fingers up my ass without washing them!”

“I—I thought they were clean, I got distracted, I didn’t think. I’m so sorry, Jungkookie,” Hoseok tried. 

“Well, sorry means very little considering my asshole is on fire,” Jungkook snarled. 

“Dairy!” Hoseok cried suddenly.

“Beg your pardon?”

“Dairy makes the burn go away when we eat something spicy, right? So maybe the same thing will happen here.”

“Are you recommending a milk enema, Hoseok? I swear, if this is some fucking kink of yours, I’ll—”

“I’ll get some,” Hoseok said instead of responding to the comment. He hurried out of the bathroom and skidded into the kitchen. He threw open the fridge door, swearing softly when he realized the milk carton was missing. He began to dig around, remembering that Jin had used the rest of it this morning while preparing his food. Jungkook whined loud enough to be heard in the kitchen. Panicked, Hoseok grabbed a variety of dairy based products, rushing back into the bathroom. “I have stuff,” he said in a rushed breath.

“What the hell?” Jungkook asked, his brows furrowed in evident concern at the plethora of dairy products in Hoseok’s arms. 

“Where’s the milk?”

“Well, we’re out. But I found uh… A thing of yakult and some banana milk, and butter, some sour cream, and yogurt, cheese sticks, and—”

“Hoseok this isn’t a buffet!” 

Hoseok froze, looking a little sheepish. “I know, I just… I wanted to bring you a variety of things.”

Jungkook groaned dramatically, throwing himself back against the side of the tub. He hissed, arching his hips. “This water is making it worse,” he whined.

Hoseok rushed over, turning off the water. He helped Jungkook stand and wrapped a towel around his waist. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are. I’m breaking up with you.”

Hoseok looked up at Jungkook in surprise, pouting a little inadvertently. Jungkook chuckled. “At least, I will if this doesn’t work and you shove food up my ass for no reason.”

Hoseok tried to smile, hating the way his heart clenched at the idea of losing Jungkook over something so stupid. “What should we try?” He asked.

Jungkook limped over to the array of dairy products, whimpering as he did. “Well, I—Fuck…” He took a deep breath. “The butter, that’s… That’s pretty much just lube, right? I mean it’s oil and shit so… That would be easier than trying to use something liquid.”

“Okay. Um… I’ll… Here.” Hoseok guided Jungkook back to the tub. “Bend over it maybe?”

“This is the most un-sexy thing we’ve ever done,” Jungkook complained, leaning over the tub. Hoseok chuckled. He unwrapped the stick of butter. “Uh… Would you um…” 

Jungkook glanced back. “Spread my ass for you?” He teased.

“Yes,” Hoseok mumbled sheepishly. Jungkook nodded. He reached back with one hand, grabbing his ass. Hoseok grabbed the other cheek, spreading him open. He grimaced, seeing the reddened, inflamed skin. He gently rubbed the stick over Jungkook’s ass, grimacing when Jungkook hissed. 

“Is it helping any?” He asked. 

Jungkook was quiet for a moment. “I—I can’t tell,” he mumbled. “It hurts so bad inside that the outside doesn’t really seem to matter.”

“Well, I’m not going to shove a stick of butter up your ass.”

He pinched off a chunk of butter, spreading it around on his fingers before sliding them in and rubbing gently against the tender inner walls of Jungkook’s ass. It was only about three seconds before Jungkook hollered, standing up and moving forward to dislodge Hoseok’s fingers. “Your fucking hands!” He yelped. “Did you wash!?”

Hoseok’s eyes widened, his stomach dropping low into his groin. “Oh God, I was in such a hurry.” He rushed over to the bathroom sink, turning on the water. He grabbed the soap and began to scrub his hand aggressively, grabbing the washcloth to make sure he could scrub harder. Jungkook was howling next to him, swearing up a storm of combinations that Hoseok didn’t even know Jungkook knew of. 

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook,” Hoseok mumbled again, his cheeks warm. He was trying to fix things -but they kept getting worse. 

“You’re an idiot,” Jungkook finally panted, slumping down on the edge of the tub. He let his ass hang over into the tub. 

“They’re clean now,” Hoseok promised. He dried his hands and held them up, but Jungkook shied away. “No, I’m sure. See?” 

Hoseok rubbed his eye, blinking a few times. He went still, waiting for a burn. When none came, he smiled. “See?”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed. “Okay… Fine… So what now?”

“Well, we have a few others…” Hoseok looked at the array of foods on the counter. Jungkook sighed heavily. “This pain is getting worse… Maybe I should just go to the hospital.”

Hoseok winced. “What if someone sees…”

“I know… I know… Try the yogurt. It’s heavy in milk so… Maybe. If it doesn’t work, we’ll call manager… Go to the hospital.”

Hoseok chuckled without humor. “He’ll have my balls.”

“Hobi… If I have to explain to him that I need an emergency room visit because I got chili peppers up my ass I’m going to have your balls.”

“I mean… You just got the oils…” Hoseok tried. 

“Not helping! Just put the fucking yogurt up there.” Jungkook rose and bent over again, muttering under his breath. 

Hoseok came over with the yogurt, tearing open the lid and carefully spooning some up on his fingers. He rubbed around the entrance, startling when Jungkook yelped.

“It doesn’t hurt does it?” He worried.

“No, it’s cold.”

“Well, better than hot.”

Jungkook glared back at him. He sighed heavily, groaning in an entirely unhappy way when Hoseok slipped his yogurt lubed fingers into his ass. The two remained silent while Hoseok worked. The reality of what was happening, and the absurdity of it, began to sink in as the silence stretched on. Hoseok withdrew his fingers, wiping them on a washcloth. He chuckled. 

“How is it?”

“The pain is fading,” Jungkook whispered, his shoulders relaxing their tense stance. “It feels a lot better.”

“We’ll want to get that out of your ass too, I don’t want you to get an infection,” Hoseok worried. “Should I get your en—”

“Don’t—” Jungkook stood up, turning around and holding up a finger. “You helped me with this because you caused it, you are not going to sit in here and help me with an enema.”

Hoseok smirked. “Feeling shy?” He teased. 

“There are parts of a boyfriend that you don’t need to see.”

“Oh, Jungkookie,” Hoseok teased. “You seem to forget when you were sixteen and ate that bad shrimp. If you can recall, I was in the bathroom with you while you cried and evacuated well… everything for about twelve hours.”

Jungkook’s chest reddened, the blush creeping up his neck and cheeks, directly into his hairline. “I had blocked that out,” he mumbled. 

“Just saying,” Hoseok went over and turned on the faucet. “I’ve seen it all. I’ll respect your privacy though.”

“Oh, now you remember to wash your hands,” Jungkook complained, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’m pretty sure after today I’ll never forget to wash my hands again,” Hoseok said. He shook the water off and went over to Jungkook, pulling him closer. “I’m… So sorry for what happened today. I do really feel genuinely awful.”

Jungkook glared for a moment, but his expression softened and he smiled. He relaxed his arms, leaning into Hoseok. “It’s okay,” he mumbled. “I was mad – I am a little upset, but… It was a mistake. And you tried to fix it. Made it worse, but ultimately you figured it out. That’s what matters. I know it wasn’t on purpose.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” Hoseok said, kissing his temple.

“How?”

“Dinner tonight? Just you and me. And we’ll try that romp in the bedroom again.”

“No chili,” Jungkook said firmly, poking Hoseok in the chest. Hoseok grinned.

“No more chili accidents, I promise.”

Jungkook smiled and nodded. “Then you have yourself a deal.” He kissed Hoseok’s mouth gently. “Now take this food out of here so I can wash the yogurt out of my ass in private, please.”

Hoseok laughed brightly and nodded. “A sentence that we’d never expect to hear out of the youngest of the world’s most popular musical group, eh?”

“Hobi,” Jungkook whined. 

Hoseok laughed again and nodded. “Okay okay, I’m going.” He kissed him gently before gathering up the food items and heading out of the bathroom.

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[band--psycho]

Music Writing Challenge 2021 Update

At the end of last year, I decided to host a music writing challenge (here’s the masterlist for it -thank you to everyone who’s taken part so far!)

If anybody feels like taking part you’re more than welcome (you can find the rules here).

If you’re interested in taking part feel free to write a one shot/Drabble or series based on a song/album or lyric(s), just make sure you tag me in it, if I haven’t reblogged or liked it within a few days just send me a message with a link and I’ll add your story to the masterlist❤️

Below I’ve got some prompts that any of you can choose from for me to write, you can also send your own prompts into my ask box or write your own stories (just make sure you check out the rules first!)

Prompts:

It was never a crime to show me that you cared.

Remember the pact of our youth, where you go I’m going, so jump and I’m jumping since there is no me without you.

There may not be meaning so find one and seize it, do not waste yourself on this roof.

How could I ever love someone else?

Are you sure you wanna play this game?

Did I catch your attention you look like you lost your breath.

Don’t just stand there staring honey, try and move your feet.

Everything I hold dear resides in those eyes.

Life keeps getting between us and it’s all too heavy to keep up anymore.

He’s into me for everything I’m not, according to you.

I’ve got your back if you’ve got mine.

If we were meant to be, we would have been by now.

My love is yours if you’re willing to take it.

I want to stay with you ‘til we’re great and old.

Sorry that I can’t believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me-Jax Teller x Reader-Falling In Love

It’s funny how the warning signs can feel like butterflies.

It’s the little things about us, that I love so much.

Why’d you have to go and make things so complicated.

And with one kiss you inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years.

You know you’re my one and only.

I promise you, I’ll make it right.

You remind me of who I could have been, had I been stronger and braver back then.

You are so much more than your fathers son l.

Your life was my life’s best part.-Negan x Reader-No Time

I don’t wanna make you feel bad, but I’ve been trying hard not to talk to you.

I get so lost inside your eyes.

You have to give respect to get respect.

You were the last good thing about this part of town.

Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?

Maybe you never cared at all.

I’m tryna be good but you’re making me be so bad.

Kiss me like the world is gonna disappear.

‘Cause if you’re dreaming about dying then you’re not really living darling.

I know I said go slow but I can’t hold back no more.

We’ll never be those kids again.

Baby what have we become?

We used to never go to bed angry but it’s all we ever do lately.

Just when I thought I was lost I saw your face and my whole life changed.

I could stay lost in this moment forever.

Darling just hold my hand, be my girl, I’ll be your man

Thought that we would be together forever but now I know that we won’t.

What the hell happened to us? We used to love, you used to trust me.

I know forever don’t exist but after this life I will find you in the next.

How the hell does a broken heart get back together when it’s torn apart.

It’s like I’m watching my life passing right by me like another movie.

I let you see the parts of me that weren’t all that pretty and with every touch you fixed them.

I never said what I needed to say, I left it too late and you slipped away.

I can’t imagine everything you’ve been through.

You remind me of the world and it’s wonder.

I've never met someone like you.

This is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less.

Tagging people who might be interested:

@little-diable @rebelwrites @hotdamnhunnam @darthwheezely @dumble-daddy @dumbassunderthemountain @miss-nori85 @xbreezymeadowsx @fizzyxcustard @gwen-ever @loony-loopy-lupinn @xdsockmonkey  @thewalkingdead-imagines  @you-a-southpaw-doll @edonaspanca @savior-adriana @xacatapelsyx @abadamn @flanagirl @amourtentiaa @brown-eyed-babes @heloisedaphnebrightmore @spideyyboii @elvish-sky @mrsnegan @beeroses @outer-banks-bitches @barneswidow @leah-halliwell92

[romeulusroy]

Parting Gift (Sam Wilson Oneshot)

Character/s: Sam

Word Count: 1,411

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @myriadimagines @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @writerdream22 @brithedemonspawn @megnotfound @ladyeliot @locke-writes @thedarkqueenofavalon @fangirlsarah16 @randomfandomimagine @amirahiddleston @diana-westmoon @valkyrie-2312

A/N: This was supposed to be fluffy, but the closest I can get to that is melancholy lol. The weathers been nice and it got me feeling nostalgic for summer. I hope this gives off that vibe, if that makes sense? Sam just seemed perfect for this and I kinda love this :) It doesn't exactly fit the timeline, but oh well :P There are only Endgame spoilers, none with TFATWS. I can't thank you enough for letting me rest with my health/writing and posting in general. I hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

Summary: You finally got him back 💌

Gif Credit: @biwilson / link 💕

FIC MASTERLISTS 1 -> 3 /WANNA BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST?

The low hum of the fan stirs in the quiet heat, restless, a lullaby you've grown used to since the season thawed. The snow puddles disappearing from the hot sidewalks, the grass growing green, the layers shedding around you until there is nothing but skin and the cool air that kisses it. It's old and shaky, the blades twisted, the fixture rattling, threatening to fall from the ceiling with every spin. Another chore you simply never got around to fixing, neglected much like the rest of the house. Like you, it was lucky it was still standing. The floors cried and creaked, needing to be replaced, but where was the time? The paint chipped, falling flake by flake, the shelves in need of dusting, the lawn grown too long, things were rusted, ruining, aging. Everything crooked, leaning, too heavy to stand on its own. One in the same, you and it, a reflection of your inner world, your inner turmoil, your grief defying, humanizing, materializing in rusted pipes, in thorny bushes, and weeds sprouting in the cracks of the sidewalks.

It was your dream. An escape. A slice of heaven he plucked from the skies. At least, that's how he'd described it. His hand, warm and calloused, over your eyes, letting your suspicions get the better of you, questioning like a child. What color was the door? How many windows? Was there a backyard? A steadiness in his voice you knew was not as solid as he showed, leading you past the street, past your new neighbors, the shade of the trees making your skin prickle. Up the path, you tried counting your own steps, anything to cheat the system. A leap of faith, you put so nicely. A house he passed by, one that struck him, caught his eye in a way nothing ever had. You? A house? Romanticized by the shoe box apartments the city had to offer, you never pictured any other life. Not out of opposition, but sheer innocence, a passive, thoughtless gesture you'd never recognized until the opportunity came along. Little convincing, it took. Somewhere far away from danger, from life, where you would always be safe together. That was enough. Always would be.

A fixer upper, that's what it was. Someone to care for in their old age, a long forgotten space only one with a heart of gold could fall for. Whether you were speaking of you, or the house, he'd never get the chance to ask. Where he saw the two of you, together, watching the rain pour from outside, comforted by a warm kitchen, a grand bedroom, nooks you could fill with hints of yourselves, you saw a slanted driveway, an unkempt garden, leaky ceilings and no hot water. He had hope. Dripped in honey,band hope, his voice sang through the thin walls, a symphony of ideas, of dreams for what it would one day be, taking you by the hand, leading you through. A maze of projects, big and small, things you'd add to a list of infinite length, your pen running out of ink long before you ever reached the bottom. For now, a coat of paint, a bucket or two for the leaks. He promised you, in the middle of an empty house, that it would one day be your home. You trusted him, because he was so sure of it, unlike anything else before.

You watched him sleep, the two of you facing one another. The sheets long discarded, too warm to even touch. You could follow the rise and fall of his back, the way in which he held the pillow to him, as if scared to let go. Tracing every line of him with your eyes, taking note of every single change, drinking him up every second you had together. The beads of sweat across his hairline. The upturn of his mouth, a whisper of a smile, as if caught in a sweet dream. The lines you see in yourself not yet reflected in him. Untouched by time. Five years could turn into a lifetime with the right kind of loneliness.

Plastic stuck to the furniture, bloated, sweaty, patiently waiting to be unwrapped. You couldn't bear to look at it, any of it, turning away from entire rooms, going only where it was necessary, using what you needed, not ready to face this place alone. It wasn't that first day, where your things, tightened by the city smog and lack of breathing room, were scattered wherever they might fit, left to expand in their new environment. The kitchen table in the living room. Chairs in the hallway. A couch discarded by the window, blocking the natural light. For the time being, he promised. Too many boxes to count, filled to the brim of glasses and mugs, wedding pictures and high school yearbooks, things you thought you needed, and things you knew you did. All of it wrapped in plastic, paper, t-shirts and towels. Whatever you could find to protect it. Sleeping on the floor those first few days, the mattress late, the frame even later, leaning on one another for that kind of comfort. It wasn't that first day, or week, but enough time to settle. The small things weren't yet opened. Two cups, to dishes, an endless waiting game for supplies to be shipped, of time to be found between work days and exhausted nights. He had a plan though, first the inside, then out. Sometimes there weren't enough plans, or lists, or schedules in the world to stop what would come next.

All of this, less than a month before The Blip.

Things hadn't changed since then, not without him. Five years you carved your path into the floorboards, avoiding everything that hurt like a landmine. His cup, his dish, his knife, and fork, and spoon, untouched. You would not look through your wedding album, or seep into the couch you bought together, or pluck the thorn riddled bushes like you pictured. His side of the bed empty, his clothes tucked away where you didn't have to see. All except one shirt taped up, turned away. His cologne fading from the collar, something out of your control, that made you want to scream. Everything these days, it seemed, was out of your control. Others, they moved on eventually. Started dating. Remarried. Found new friends, had more kids, picked up where they left off. Family reached out, teammates too, but you couldn't look at them. The anger, the sadness, all of it overwhelming. It left you drowning in questions no one had the answer to, everyone asking themselves the same thing: Why him, and not them? Why him, and not you? Why did any of this happen in the first place?

Isolating became the cure, and the corruption. The salt in the wound, a familiar sting you grew to expect, even want. A home for two, he promised, only now you were one. How cruel could the universe be? Hour by hour, day by day, you counted, carrying on for when he'd be back, because he would be. Sam, your Sam, too stubborn a man to give up like that. You would have dusted, washed the floors, made the place a little more welcoming if you'd known he'd be back when he did. Everyone came back, reappearing out of thin air, but where they felt frenzy, uncertain in explaining all that's happened, you were at peace, able to breathe again. Time had stopped when he was gone, your life paused. You could feel it, the moment when, the clocks in the house ticking once again inside their boxes.

Now, you lay together, as you had that first night. Not on the floor, not as naive as you were, but together none of the less. The sunlight strains, wanting to light up the room from behind the curtains. Even without it, you find yourself baking, wishing the fan would have a little more power. Sleeping in, you could have laughed. Five years he had, somewhere else, to rest, and yet you let him, not wanting to wake from what you fear might be a nightmare. If you woke up, and he was gone again, you weren't sure what you'd do, how much longer you could stand it. He assured you though, much like he had with this house, everything would work out in the end. That he was here, and he'd never leave you again.

Ever.

[rushingheadlong]

Tim Staffell Appreciation Weekend: February 19th-21st

Alright, there was enough interest and I’m stubborn enough that I’ve decided to bite the bullet and organize Tim Staffell Appreciation Weekend 2021! 

This will run from Friday, Feb. 19th through Sunday, Feb. 21st. This is the weekend before his birthday on the 24th, which falls on a Wednesday this year.

The goal for this is pretty simple: To show our love and appreciation for Tim Staffell, and to generate some content for him where he’s the main focus and not secondary to our Queen boys.

♪ The tag for this is #StaffellWeekend2021. Please use that tag for anything you create and feel free to add your works to the AO3 Collection as well!

♪ Entries can be anything you want: fic, art, edits, moodboards, meta posts, etc. Smile/Queen content and shipping are welcome, as long as it’s still mainly about Tim. The focus can either be on him as a person, or on his music and other creative projects.

♪ Please avoid creating anything with villain!Tim. Angst fics are fine but there’s already an overwhelming amount of villain!Tim content out there. Let’s try to balance things out with some positivity instead!

It doesn’t matter how much you know about Tim. If you feel inspired to create anything about him, please do so!

Below the cut there are prompt lists, some links to information about Tim, and advice on AO3 tagging.

If you’re interested in this I’d really appreciate it if you could reblog to spread the word! Thank you all for reading, and I hope you decide to participate!

Prompt Lists:

Each of the prompt lists contains two generic prompts, two specific events from Tim’s life, and one of his songs. You can mix and match them however you want, or ignore them entirely! All prompts are completely optional and are just here for inspiration.

Day 1 - Friday Feb. 19

Songwriting

First Meetings

Forming Smile

Leaving Smile

Song: “Earth” by Smile

Day 2 - Saturday Feb. 20

On Tour

Getting Sick

Leaving music altogether

Finding out he made the alien model for Roger’s “Fun In Space” cover

Song: “Alone” by Morgan

Day 3 - Sunday Feb. 21

Reminiscing

Making Mistakes

Attending a Queen party

The 1992 Smile reunion

Song: “Stray” by Tim Staffell (from his album aMIGO)

Resources

I know not everyone is as familiar with Tim, so THIS is a timeline of major events in his life, and THIS is a masterpost of interviews he’s done over the years. 

@brian-maybe​ has also put together this post about Tim’s life and has this essential listening post for Tim’s music which you can check out as well!

AO3 Tagging Advice

With regards to fandom tags on AO3, the fic includes Queen members I think it’s alright to still tag the fandom as “Queen (Band)”. If it’s Smile-era, or focused on Tim with Brian and Roger, I would urge you to consider adding the fandom tag “Smile (Band)” as well. Right now you have to manually type that tag in because AO3 isn’t recognizing it as a unique fandom (they redirect that tag to the Queen page) but I’ve put in a request for them to stop that redirect, so hopefully soon we’ll have a separate Smile (Band) fandom page on AO3!

If your fic isn’t focused on Smile and doesn’t really include the Queen boys, you can use the more generic “Rock Music RPF” fandom tag for it instead.

Regardless of how you choose to tag your fic, please feel free to add it to the AO3 Collection for this event!

Final Notes

This is my first time hosting a fandom event like this, so if anything is unclear or if I’ve messed something up, please reach out to me and I’ll do my best to clarify or fix things! You can also check out the tag #StaffellWeekend2021 on my blog to see what questions I’ve already answered.

This event is meant to be fun and obviously anything created for this is a work of fiction. I would hope that everyone keeps things respectful, both with their creations and towards each other!

The header graphic was made by me, and the dividers were made by @firefly-graphics​.