that time Karen had the laugh of her life while Arthur remained unimpressed (x)
This is where I put stuff and things that I find funny and interersting. That is all.
She remembers the day they met, a bass and a keyboard and two boys in a garage; weeks spent on the floor of Arthur’s flat, scribbling into a journal and strumming out notes on Matt’s guitar; their first gig in Cardiff and the snow that followed, with Matt’s mouth, hot, covering hers in an alleyway, singed with the taste of draft beer and cherries. “I have to ask about your songwriting process.”
[Karen & the Babes Rockstar AU. As a thank-you to all the people being patient for chapter 3 of places, here’s a preview of the next fic I’m writing; if this is something that will interest you as a full fic, let me know. begins as interview. transitions to normal fic. enjoy!]