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my friend asked if we can watch this show called normal people, and i’d read on a blog once that daisy could be a fan cast for Eddie’s mom and i realised Paul looks like Eddie’s dad too. so get ready for them to be his parents whenever i write for Eddie.

@mothercain i pray to you to help me get over her, i am falling apart over an evil lesbian, what shall i do

chat i love my gf 😁😻😍😍😍 (i dont have a girlfriend. i wish i did)

Champanges Coast

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Model! Reader

warning: language and adult themes

events of upside never happened.

Eddie Munson was a rockstar now. The kind who had stadiums chanting his name, who grinned from magazine covers with rings on every finger and a cigarette hanging from his lips. But some things never changed—he still played his guitar like he was exorcising ghosts, still laughed too loud, still never really believed any of this was real.

Then he met Ethel.

She was the kind of beautiful that felt like an accident, something effortless and wild, like ink bleeding into water. An up-and-coming supermodel, fresh off the Paris runways, with sleepy eyes and a voice like a sigh. They met at some party neither of them wanted to be at—dim lights, neon flickering against velvet walls, the smell of expensive perfume and liquor hanging in the air. Eddie had been lingering by the bar, nursing a whiskey on the rocks, when she walked past him, draped in something silk and barely-there, and smirked like she knew a secret he didn’t.

“Not your scene?” she asked, leaning beside him, her presence electric.

He snorted. “What gave it away?”

She shrugged, taking a sip of her cocktail. “You look like you’d rather be anywhere else.”

“Not anywhere,” he said, and he didn’t know why he said it, but the way she looked at him made him feel like maybe he meant it.

They ended up sneaking out together. Ditching the party for the city streets, where the air was cold and sharp, where they could breathe again. The neon signs buzzed above them, painting their skin in flickers of pink and blue. They walked with no real direction, just the sound of their footsteps on wet pavement and the occasional flicker of a passing car. Eddie told her about the first time he played in front of a crowd, how he was shaking so bad he thought he’d drop his guitar. She told him about the first time she walked a runway, how the lights were so blinding she felt like she was floating.

“Still get nervous?” she asked, her voice soft.

“Every damn time.”

She grinned. “Me too.”

They ended up in some tiny 24-hour diner, sharing a plate of fries, Blondie playing softly on the jukebox. She slipped off her heels, stretching her legs across the cracked vinyl booth, her bare foot nudging against his under the table. He could still smell her perfume, something floral and sweet, and when she laughed, it curled around him like cigarette smoke.

“You’re not what I expected,” she said, tilting her head, watching him like she was trying to figure him out.

“Oh yeah? What’d you expect?”

She smirked. “More… rockstar.”

He scoffed. “Trust me, sweetheart, I’m plenty rockstar.”

“Mm.” She pretended to consider. “I don’t know… I think you might just be a boy with a guitar.”

Eddie leaned in, smirking right back. “Lucky for you, I’m both.”

And maybe it was the late hour, or the cheap diner coffee, or the way her eyes held the city lights in them, but when she reached across the table, lacing her fingers through his, Eddie Munson, rockstar, completely forgot about the rest of the world.

for And I Love Her, every chapter will have a different name

And I Love Her

DISCLAMIER: regardless of the fact the show is french and Khalil and Ismaël are also french, this will be written in english since im not that skilled in french. there will be french and arabic phrases written but just imagine everyones talking french.

She gives me everything And tenderly The kiss my lover brings She brings to me And I love her

prologue

une rose sous un autre nom (a rose by any other name)

ok so, yk how ppl say go back to ur ex as many times as it takes for u to hate them? well i did that, went back to her a second time and thats when my self respect kicked in, i ended it this time cuz she said let’s go slow but we were on pause, she didn’t wanna build a genuine friendship first. last thing she told me before i blocked her was even though i hurt you that didn’t mean i didn’t love you. oh fuck u, u evil fuck ass dyke, literally had me go through hell which everyone around me noticed from the ppl who knew me well to the ones who didn’t. but i’m getting better now, my hair stopped falling out and i can actually eat again but yea 👅

REEEEAAAAALLLLLLLLL.

help I love him sm why is he so pretty

istg.

i'm not god's strongest soldier.

TW mentions sh

my mom smashed my metallica and guns n roses vinyls because she saw my scars. i am sobbing.