summer

𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔

[come-hormigas]

Ghost music is Scooby Doo chase music (and we love it).

[icbmil]

the1975: The 1975 Live from Gorilla, Manchester 2023

[parkerslatte]

One Last Show

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Y/N was present at the infamous Chicago show and she is there to comfort Eddie.

Masterlist

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Y/N: I remember everything from that show. Originally I was only attending their show in Pittsburg then heading back to LA but Warren convinced me to come along with them to the Chicago show. 

Warren: Of course I wanted Y/N there, she’s been my friend since we were thirteen, but I knew that there was one person who wanted her there more than me. 

Y/N stood next to Eddie’s grandmother as the band bid goodbye to everyone. Eddie wrapped his grandmother up in a tight hug and Y/N watched the two with a pleasant smile on her face. Once Eddie pulled away, he turned to Y/N and pulled her into a hug. Despite Y/N knowing that she was about to board the plane with him, she still wrapped her arms around him. 

Eddie pulled away and gave Y/N a tight lipped smile before turning around and getting onto the plane. Y/N picked up her small suitcase and followed Eddie onto the plane. He sat looking out the window, not noticing that Y/N had gotten on behind him. She sat down in the seat opposite him. Almost immediately Y/N was met with the irritated face of Eddie.

When Eddie noticed that it was Y/N sitting in front of him, the irritated demeanour changed to one of slight shock.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Eddie questioned. 

“Warren convinced me to come,” Y/N says, “And besides, I haven’t seen you all in months so it’s nice to see everyone again.” Eddie smiled although it didn’t reach his eyes. 

Once everyone was on the plane, the tension was thick and Y/N slightly regretted agreeing to come along. No one spoke.

Y/N sighed and broke away her gaze from the sky outside and took a quick glance around the plane, everyone was in their own world. Y/N’s gaze landed back on Eddie. He gripped the arm of his chair so tight that his knuckles were white. Reaching across the small gap between the two of them, Y/N took Eddie’s hand in hers and held onto it tight. 

Eddie’s gaze shifted from the window to Y/N and he visibly relaxed. He intertwined their fingers. Y/N gave him a small supportive smile before turning to look back out of the window again.

Y/N: You could cut the tension with a knife, the only person other than myself that was okay with everyone was Warren, everyone else seemed to have something else going on. 

Eddie: Y/N barely left my side at all that day. 

Once the room keys were handed out, Eddie and Y/N headed up to their shared room. Immediately after the door was shut, Eddie sat on the corner of the bed and rubbed his hands across his face. 

Y/N sat down next to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into her. 

“I can’t believe he pulled that shit,” Eddie mumbled, “It’s my one moment on stage where I get the spotlight and he takes it from me. My grandmother was in that audience, I wanted to impress her.”

“I know, he’s a piece of shit.” Y/N says. 

“I’m done.” Eddie announces suddenly.

“What?” Y/N questions.

“I'm done with the band, after the tour is over I’m going to leave.” Eddie says.

Y/N sits up straight, taking Eddie’s hands in her own, “Eddie are you sure this isn’t you acting impulsively? You want to leave the biggest band in the world.”

“I’m sure,” Eddie says, “If I have to spend any more time around Billy, I’m going to go insane.” Eddie paused for a moment, “I’m gonna say something.” He says, suddenly getting up from the bed.

“Eddie, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Y/N asks, rising from the bed. 

“I have to, Y/N,” Eddie says, “You just don’t understand what he’s done.”

Y/N: I knew everything that Billy did, I also knew what Eddie had done. It didn’t take me long to figure out. 

Y/N was alone in her and Eddie’s hotel room. Once he left to confront Billy, she knew that there was no chance in her stopping him so she remained in the room. She flipped the page of the book, her mind not processing what she was reading. 

As Y/N threw the book down onto her bed next to her just as the door opened. Her eyes landed on Eddie entering the room.

“How did the talk go?” Y/N asked, however before Eddie could reply Y/N had noticed bruising beginning to form around Eddie’s eye, “Did he fucking hit you?”

“Yes.” Eddie says, reaching up to gently touch his eye, wincing in pain.

“What a prick!” Y/N says, striding over to Eddie. 

Reaching up, she gently cups his cheek to inspect the bruise, “He must’ve hit you pretty hard for a bruise to be forming this quickly.”

“He did, I was there.” Eddie tried to joke but winced when Y/N accidentally touched the bruise.

“I’m sorry,” she says quickly, “I’m sorry. Why did he hit you anyways? Because you told him you were leaving the band.”

“It wasn’t because of that.” Eddie muttered, suddenly avoiding eye contact with Y/N.

Y/N sighed, “What did you say to him, Eddie?”

“Just what he needed to hear.” Eddie replied.

Y/N: Even though I didn’t know the exact conversation that happened between Eddie and Billy, I guessed what Eddie had said to provoke Billy.

Eddie: [laughs] I remember Y/N tried her best to cover up the bruise with makeup. It didn’t work, if anything it made it more obvious. 

Y/N: I could tell that something was off with everyone before the show even started. But I never thought that would be their last show. 

Y/N watched from the sidelines as Eddie, Daisy, Warren, Karen and Graham took their final bows. The five of them walked off the stage and Y/N gave them each a reassuring smile however as Eddie approached her, she threw her arms around his neck. 

“I’m proud of you.” Y/N mumbled into his neck. 

Eddie wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. 

***

Back in their hotel room, Eddie packed all of his belongings away in his suitcase, Y/N doing the same. Eddie watched from the corner of his eye as Y/N wiped away the makeup on her face. 

“I wanted to impress you too.” Eddie confesses.

“Sorry?” Y/N questions, turning away from the mirror. 

“At the show in Pittsburg, I wanted to impress you too.” 

“Why would you ever need to impress me, Eddie?” Y/N questions, “I’m already impressed by everything you do.”

“You’re just saying that.” Eddie dismisses.

“No I’m not,” Y/N says, “Eddie, whenever I watch you on stage, my eyes are always drawn to you. Not Billy, not Daisy, not anyone else, it’s you. You are one of the most talented people I know. And no I’m not just saying that, I mean it.”

“Billy said that I’m not talented, he’s re-recorded all of my parts on so many occasions.” Eddie says, a tinge of anger evident in his voice. 

“And that doesn’t matter, because you are talented Eddie. You don’t need Billy Dunne to tell you you’re not because you are. Who gives a shit what he thinks.” Y/N says.  

Y/N: I swear I could’ve killed Billy for ruining Eddie’s confidence.

Eddie: Of course she said that. [laughs]. Y/N was always there for me, she still is now. The day after the concert, she came back to LA with me.

“You ready?” Y/N asked as Eddie picked up his suitcase. Eddie gave her a small smile and nodded.

Eddie gripped onto Y/N’s hand as the two exited the hotel. The tour bus was waiting behind a taxi. Through the windscreen of the tour bus, Y/N noticed three people on it, Warren, Karen and Rod, no one else was to be seen. Eddie followed Y/N’s gaze and made eye contact with Warren. Eddie offered him a tight lipped smile and a wave as Warren’s smile slowly disappeared.

Y/N waved at Warren before mouthing something to him, ‘call me’. She winked before turning away, however not before noticing the smile coming back to Warren’s face. 

Eddie climbed into the taxi and Y/N followed.

“Ready to go home?” Y/N questioned.

“Let’s go home.” Eddie says with a smile and a weight lifted from his shoulders. 

Y/N: Nearly a year after the band had split up, Eddie came home drunk one night and proposed to me. We weren’t even dating. We had shared kisses and other things while drunk or high but we had never dated.

Eddie: I’ve done things I regret but I didn’t regret that night at all.

Y/N: I was shocked so I asked him if he meant it to ask me properly. I thought he wouldn’t remember it in the morning.

Eddie: I woke up early the next day and bought a ring and proposed to her again. 

Y/N: I said yes. 

Eddie: My life got better after leaving the band, I no longer felt like I was in competition for anything anymore. Y/N helped me realise that and I am so grateful she did.

_________

[viranellee]

i know our mornings (were as good as it ever could be)

synopsis: eddie thinks he's doing a pretty good job of hiding his relationship with the youngest dunne sister. until he isn't.

warnings: smut, dirty talk, usage of alcohol & drugs, billy dunne

a/n: thank you so much for the love on the previous eddie post! this is shit but it's eddie smut and that's all that matters

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It all happens so fast you think you’ve imagined it - one minute you’re snorting your (fourth, maybe fifth) line of coke and reaching for another glass of beer, and the next you’re being pulled by your belt loops until you can breathe in the fresh evening air through your slightly powdery nostrils. You’re still looking down at your feet, hands outstretched and trying to regain your balance, which is a surprisingly hard thing to do using a coked-up brain, when the mystery assailant, probably Billy, starts speaking. You sigh and brace yourself for yet another lecture.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Welp, that’s definitely not Billy. You don’t know if you should be happy about it or not.

You look up and meet Eddie’s eyes, his eyebrows so furrowed that the annoyed wrinkle between them is especially pronounced - you want to reach out and smooth it out with your fingers, you want to tell him that as hot as he looks when he’s pissed off, he shouldn’t be getting wrinkles this early on. You don’t do any of that.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” You respond instead, putting a hand on your hip with such force that you make yourself stumble a little bit. In the blink of an eye, Eddie is holding you by the waist, concerned, and you pray to every single entity out there to just make the goddamn sequin dress separating your bodies disappear into thin air, simply to feel his large hands against your skin. “I’m having fun.”

Eddie lets out an exasperated sigh and tilts your head upward, cleaning up the cocaine residue around your nose. A part of you finds it weirdly cute.

“Too much fun.” He tells you and you shake your head.

“I’ve seen you do, like, six lines one after another. You can’t just lecture me when you do the exact same thi-”

“That’s because I’m used to it, I can handle it.” Eddie interrupts, grabbing you by the chin gently. He’s looking at you right in the eyes, wanting to drive his point home, but all you can focus on is his lips. “You could barely handle a shot of whiskey before and now you’re drinking and doing lines like you’ve done it all your life.”

You roll your eyes, although you understand what he’s trying to say.

“Eds, just leave me alone. I’m not going to die or somethin’. I’m just having fun.” You defend yourself, but the hiccups in-between your words do absolutely nothing to convince the man in front of you.

In fact, something flashes in his eyes. It’s a look you see rarely, but one you recognize as the look he gets when he sets his mind to something. You don’t get to dwell too much on it, because he’s crouching and picking you up, and before you know it, you’re thrown over his shoulder with such ease it makes something at the bottom of your stomach flutter.

“Eddie, put me down, now! What are you doing!?” You protest and hit his back with your fists as hard as you can, waving your legs in the air. He doesn’t even flinch and instead places a hand on your calf and squeezes, a gesture you can only interpret as “calm the fuck down” - and something in you listens, despite the drugs and liquors in your system screaming at you to keep acting bratty.

You vaguely recognize Warren’s wolf-whistling at the pair of you, but you don’t pay him any attention - by the time he’s asked for your room key at the reception desk in that deep voice that drives you crazy and you’re in the luxurious elevator, you’re already half-asleep but still have enough leftover energy to complain.

"Can you put me down now? You’ve proved your point.”

In response, Eddie’s hand moves higher up your leg, slipping underneath your dress. You can feel yourself blushing as he starts drawing circles on your inner thigh.

“Hm, I really don’t think I have, sweetheart.” He tells you and you want to strangle him for knowing exactly what buttons to push to make you speechless.

The rest of the elevator ride is spent in torturous silence, as he absentmindedly drags his fingers across your skin and you stubbornly hold in your whimpers and gasps, because you’d rather die on the spot than have him know how sensitive his touch makes you.

Only he can make me feel like this, you think to yourself in a striking moment of clarity.

After what feels like an eternity, you finally arrive at your floor. Eddie confidently walks towards your room and opens it - as soon as the door closes, he strides over to the bed and gently drops you onto it. You’re looking at the ceiling, thinking about nothing and everything at the same time, as he removes your heels. When he stands up and kisses your forehead, ready to leave so you could get some sleep, you grab him by the collar.

Sleep is the last thing on your mind right now.

You kiss him hard, and he responds immediately - you feel his heart thumping when your chests press against each other, and you’re pretty sure he can feel yours too. He moans into your mouth when you tug on his hair and you feel like you’re on the brink of getting what you want - except, he pulls away from you. You look at him, confused, and when you reach out to try and bring his face towards you, he grabs your wrists in one hand.

“You’re drunk, sweetheart. We can’t.” He explains and you want to cry. Why did he have to be so thoughtful?

“But I want you.” You try and he just smiles at you, wide and toothy, as he stands up. You catch his hand. “Can you…can you at least sleep next to me? We don’t have to do anything, I just..."

He turns to look at you and you see surprise painted across his features. You open your mouth to take it back, tell him you don’t know what you’re talking about, play it off as the drugs talking, but he’s already dropping his jacket on the ground and getting into bed with you before you get the chance to say anything.

He opens his arms, inviting you to come closer and you gladly take the invitation.

"You're cold." You tell him when you lay your head on his chest and feel him wrapping his arms around you. He smells like cigarettes and citrus. It’s your favorite smell in the world.

“You’re hot.” He responds, grinning as he kisses the top of your head, and you giggle.

It’s the last thing you remember before you fall asleep.

—

You wake up horny. Not unusual by any means, considering you fell asleep horny and next to Eddie. Still, you know you can't ignore it for long.

As your eyes adjust to the sunlight pouring in through the windows, you feel Eddie, still asleep, wrapping a long arm around your waist and pulling you towards his chest. His gentle hums do nothing except fuel the growing need in you to have him. You decide to do just that.

Careful not to wake him, you slowly move down his body and when you reach the part you're craving the most, you greedily undo his belt like you're opening a Christmas present. You pull his jeans and boxers down at the same time, impatient, and immediately get to work.

You run your tongue from the tip to the base, savoring the shiver you receive in response. You do that a couple of times but as soon as you take him in your mouth, Eddie gasps and you know you've woken him up, because you feel a hand in your hair.

"Shit, baby, good mornin' to you too." He laughs and the rasp in his voice makes you throb.

You take him in deeper, tracing the vein in his schaft with your tongue and Eddie practically howls. Biting his lip, he buries his other hand in your hair too as the sounds of your gagging and his moaning overlap.

"I love this fucking mouth on my cock." He breathes out. "God, I can't get enough of you. Come 'ere."

You shake your head as you press open-mouthed kisses down the shaft.

"No, I want you to cum in my mouth." You declare stubbornly and he swears out loud at your words.

"I'll cum in that pretty little mouth as much as you want me to, but I need to be inside of you right now, baby, please." He almost begs and you look at him beneath your eyelashes.

He's panting heavily, his bottom lip slightly bloody because he bit it too hard, brown eyes glazed over and hair splayed out on the pillow beneath his head like a halo. He looks like a mess and it's the prettiest thing you've ever seen.

Well, how can you say no to that?

You crawl towards him and he grabs the dress you've slept in from yesterday and pushes it up your body, hastily trying to remove it. You help him and soon, the dress is a mere clothing item on the floor. Left in only your underwear, he licks his lips as his eyes look you over. If it was anyone else, you would have felt like a piece of meat being ogled at, but his look only turns you on even more.

You tug on his shirt, wanting it off, and he complies immediately.

As you climb into his lap and undo your bra, Eddie watches, mesmerized, when you start grinding on his cock like a woman starved, your tits bouncing along with every movement. In an attempt to tease him, you reach out to play with your nipples, but he smacks your hands away, shoves his face in your chest and starts worshiping your tits with such vigor you think you can cum from this alone.

"Eddie! Oh!" You mewl and he groans in response, tugging your underwear down your thighs. He rubs a finger against your folds and your head gently knocks against his when his finger glides right inside of you.

"So fuckin' warm and tight and all for me. Only for me." Eddie whispers, kissing your neck. You nod, burying your fingers in his tangled hair.

"Only for you. Always for you." You whisper in his ear and he exhales sharply, relieved, like he's being told something he never once thought would be true.

You don't even notice when one finger has become two, and two has become three in your haze of pleasure until Eddie pushes you down onto the bed, looking at you like you've hung the moon and stars. You smile at him and pull his face down to kiss him, and you can feel him chuckling against your lips. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you melt in his embrace. In response, Eddie grabs your hips, something you've noticed he really likes doing, and carefully enters you. You open your mouth in a silent scream, and he groans loudly, squeezing you so hard you're sure he'll give you yet another pair of bruises. You don't mind though, not at all.

"You okay, sweetheart?"

"Very much am, Roundtree."

---

"What did you just say?"

Warren laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

"Look man, I don't fuckin' know, all I'm saying is that I saw them leaving together."

It's quiet in the breakfast hall as Billy ponders on what to do.

"I get that she's our little sister, but she's grown up now. Even if she is, y'know, sleeping with him, why should that matter? I mean, it's Eddie, do you really think he'd do anything to hurt her?" Graham argues, gesturing with the utensils in his hands as he speaks.

Daisy and Karen nod in agreement.

"He's got a point, you know. I really don't think it's that big of a deal. They've got the hots for each other for a while now, too, it's only natural." Karen adds and Billy's mouth turns into a tight line as he death glares the uneaten toast on his plate.

"Good morning everyone!" Eddie greets his band members when you and him enter, suspiciously cheerful. Billy's glare only becomes more hateful.

"Morning." He greets with gritted teeth, carefully observing the way Eddie gallantly pulls out your chair first, before sitting on his own. Everyone else around him also seems to notice, if Daisy and Karen's quiet giggles and Warren and Graham clearing their throats were any indication.

"Aren't you going to get breakfast?" Graham questions and you smile innocently back at him.

"Nope, I've already eaten." You respond and Eddie adds a "I'm very full, actually."

Awkward silence descends on the table for a moment before Roy arrives as well.

"Hey, Roundtree." He starts, an accusatory finger pointed at the bassist's neck. "What kind of vampire were you fooling around with? Jesus Christ, son, look at the size of that thing."

A beat passes as Graham chokes on his water.

"Roundtree, you fucking son of a bitch, I'll kill you."

---

BILLY DUNNE: The prick was fucking my sister behind my back. Of course I decked him.

KAREN SIRKO: And people call women the emotional ones.

WARREN ROJAS: Dude, I thought I was hallucinating, for real.

DAISY JONES: So overdramatic.

GRAHAM DUNNE: [sighs]

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Worth it. [smiles]

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Shelley Duvall as Wendy Torrance THE SHINING (1980) dir. Stanley Kubrick

[darkarfs]

Shelly Duvall in 3 Women, 1977

[7thartheaven]

"Don't leave me here where I can't find you."

Wuthering Heights (2011), Andrea Arnold

[ancientsstudies]

You said I killed you, haunt me then. Be with me always, take any form, drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you.

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closer (james march x fem!reader x kai anderson)

warnings: character death, smut, threesome, blowjob, unprotected sex, does sex with a ghost count as necrophilia??

Being perpetually trapped within a single property was, as one might guess, rather unexciting most days. There was hardly ever anything truly new to experience. Especially after your husband had forbidden a favorite activity of yours on the grounds that your hotel would become a historic landmark in a few short years, and partaking in said hobby would potentially jeopardize that.

So, to fill your time, you often found yourself in the lounge, observing the influx of residents checking in for a thrill. One that you were no longer allowed to provide them in the manner in which you desired. Some days it was all you could do to exercise your well-practiced restraint and refrain from seducing some poor fool straight to his beautifully executed demise.

But you managed not to do so in respect of your husband’s wishes. However, that did not stop you from looking and fantasizing, and often those fantasies were so vivid and arousing that it led to such diversion in the bedroom; if only you could heighten the experience by bringing those imaginings to reality like the good old days.

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sleeping thoughts won’t lie (k. anderson x fem!reader)

warning: smut, masturbation, dirty talk, degradation, squirting, hair pulling, choking, fingering, unprotected sex

You envied those people who were capable of merely falling asleep without struggle. While researching for one of your psychology courses at the local college, you had come across an article claiming that it took seven minutes for the brain to fully reach the state of “deep sleep.” However, it often took you double that just to relax enough to keep your eyes closed.

Usually it was restless thoughts that kept you awake. The mindless reruns of the day’s events, of everything you had yet to do, things that you should have done but didn’t. They would fill your head and prevent you from finding a peaceful enough state to where you could get in a few hours of slumber to be ready for the following day.

Tonight, however, it was not these restless worries that kept you roused; but rather a desire that had been haunting you for far too long. An indelible want that had your hand working vigorously between your thighs with one set goal in place.

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A C H A N G E O F H E A R T

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change of heart

[mattysteeth]

dancing noodle

[holy-ari]

I'm Inlove With You

[arabellas]

The 1975 - I’m In Love With You (2022)