#There’s also a guitar and small drum but the others didn’t want to play them

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Father and Son band.

Dogmeat is their biggest fan.

#So what happened is that Nick just unloaded his gun into the raider that was originally playing the piano #Then he immediately sat down and started playing with the corpse next to him #And while I was laughing and taking a picture I heard the banjo playing behind me and lo and behold Hancock joined in #So we just kinda stormed in and killed this raider band and took over their show #There’s also a guitar and small drum but the others didn’t want to play them #fallout #fo4 #fallout 4 #nick valentine #john hancock

[jasmines-library]

As a girl who listens to a lot of metal (all kinds, especially death tbh), I always try to find fics abt the batfams reaction to that, but there’s not a lot to find.

You think you could write that? <3 totally fine if you don’t want/can’t, it’s just such a small thing I think they’d be really interested in!!

Metalhead

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Note: As a metalhead, how could I refuse? Also Jason definitely listens to metal.

Word count: 0.7k

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You hadn’t really been paying much attention to what was happening around you. You had your headphones in and were tapping your hands and feet along to the drum of your music. It was turned up quite loud, so you didn’t notice Jason calling your name from across the Batcave as he returned from his patrol.

“Hello? Y/N?” Jason tried again but was still left with no answer as you continued to be absorbed in your music as you watched the screens.

Rolling his eyes, Jason moved closer, the sound of his footsteps resonated throughout the cave. As he approached you, he could hear the muffled sound of your music escaping your headphones. It was loud, with a distinct guitar sound playing overtop.

When Jason tapped you on the shoulder to gain your attention, you flinched slightly and turned around quickly to face him, hand reaching instinctively for the weapon at your hip. Though once you realised it was your only Jason you let your guard down and slipped your headphones off.

“Hey Jay. What’s up?” You asked him.

“I’ve been calling you.”

“Oh. Sorry.” You shrugged. “I was listening to my music. I guess it was louder than I thought it was. What can I do for you?”

“I was just going to ask you if you needed anything from upstairs.”

You pursed your lips in thought for a moment before shaking your head. “No, I’m all good thanks.”

Jason nodded.“What are you listening to anyway?”

You hesitated. It’s not as if you were ashamed of your music, it was just something you had never shared with them before. Between patrol and training, sitting and listening to music together wasn’t one of your priorities.

“...metal?”

“Metal?” Jason squinted. He hadn’t pegged you for being into metal.

“What?” You frowned, confused by his reaction. Worried what he was going to think.

“Nothing.” He hummed. “Just surprised me is all.”

Taking off your headphones from around your neck, you handed them to him. “Wanna listen?”

“Sure.” He placed them over his own ears and you pressed play on your phone. Soon enough he was humming along to the song.

“You know it?” You asked him as he tapped along to the drum solo on the chair.

“Oh yeah. They’re a great band.” Jay replied. “I wish you had told me you liked them sooner. We couldn’t have listened to them together.”

And you did. You and Jason began to listen to metal together quite frequently. Whether it was when you were training or if the two of you had some spare time in the evening. The both of you would sit and listen to it, sharing recommendations, seeing who could scream the loudest along to the vocalist or just jamming out together

It spread pretty quickly through the manor that you enjoyed metal. And although the others were less keen sometimes they would tap along.

Particularly Damian, who liked to imagine he was in some sort of dramatic fight from a movie whenever it played over the aux in the cave.

Dick and Tim were…less keen. They would listen to a few songs, but often would ask to change it to something a little less heavy.

Sometimes, you would catch Tim listening to it once in a while. It was one of his guilty pleasures. He even asked you once for recommendations ‘for a friend’.

Dick was an avid listener of rock music, so although he was not a huge fan of the heavier death metal, he found that sometimes his music strayed onto the cusp of metal but he wouldn’t listen purposefully to it.

Since they found out that you like metal, jamming sessions became a frequent, not just with Jay but with the rest of them too. And even Bruce would join in occasionally. Though, an effort was made to make sure that when Alfred was in the house it wasn’t too loud because none of you wanted to cross that bridge.

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#batfam x reader #Batfamily x reader #batfam fanfiction #dc x reader #dc fanfiction #dick Grayson #dick grayson x reader #nightwing #nightwing x reader #Jason Todd #Jason Todd x Reader #red hood #red hood x reader #Tim Drake #Tim Drake x Reader #red Robin #red Robin x reader #Damian Wayne #Damian Wayne x Reader #Robin #Robin x Reader #metal #metal music #writing

[wilbursoot-updates]

Lovejoy Take the Indie Rock Scene by Storm

Lovejoy is in this article!

Formed in 2021, Lovejoy is one of the newest and hottest bands in the indie rock world, building their name around their snappy lyricism, captivating melodies, and overall playful personalities. Comprised of lead vocalist Will Gold, guitarist Joe Goldsmith, bassist Ash Kabosu, and drummer Mark Boardman, the English quartet has already built quite the following through the releases of their three EPs. Their most recent release, Wake Up & It’s Over, came out in May this year, debuting at No. 5 on the UK album charts. Their schedules have been packed, as they did their first US headline tour this spring, topped off by a performance on the main stage at New York’s Governors Ball Music Festival. I had the absolute honor and pleasure of catching up with the guys after their performance at GovBall to discuss their recent successes, unexpected influences, and their hidden abilities:

To start off, let’s discuss your performance earlier today! How was it getting to play at GovBall and see all of your fans?

Will Gold: It was really, really fun.

Ash Kabosu: It was really cool. It’s like the end of a long-ass tour. It was a really nice endcap to everything we’ve been doing in America. It was cool to play New York again. We were here in December last year, and New York crowds are always really cool. I always fucking love this place!

WG: GovBall’s been absolutely incredible so far. Our set was really fun, and it’s always a pleasure to do any sort of main stage or any big stage that we get to perform our songs. It’s always a bit of a blessing.

Joe Goldsmith: We’ve done quite a few festivals, and I think we’ve played the best that we’ve played at any festival. We’ve done four, and that was the best we’ve played.

AK: Actually, we’ve done five! We played Manchester twice.

JG: I’d say that was the best we’ve performed. It was really fun.

Are there any artists that you’re hoping to catch while you’re here?

AK: A ton! I want to see Oliver Tree, Snail Mail

JG: Kenny Beats, Suki Waterhouse would be cool.

AK: Suki is fucking great; we’ve seen them at a few festivals now, and they’re really nice.

Are there any artists that you’re inspired by that fans might be surprised by?

AK: It is only basslines, so you don’t really notice, but I take a lot of inspiration from Idiot Pilot. They’re a small band from back in the emo days. I really like Loathe; I think they’re incredible. They’re just a completely different genre, and you wouldn’t really notice if I didn’t tell you just now.

WG: I get a lot of rhythms from Japanese math rock.

Mark Boardman: A lot of my style of playing comes from bands like Northlane and all these metalcore bands, like Thornhill. Even old stuff from Bring Me The Horizon, that’s the stuff that got me into double kick and stuff. Northlane, especially with the cymbal placement and the double kicks, the space, I love it.

JG: Sometimes I get some weird guitar influences from shoegaze bands, like DIIV or Slowdive, bands like that. It’s stuff like that but also random Japanese city rock from the 80s.

Japan is always living in the future!

JG: Yeah, it’s so cool!

WG: Specific bands that I really like are tricot, Chon, things like that.

I love that you guys mentioned these other influences and how they play a role in your current creation! Are there any other genres that you want to dabble in or draw inspiration from in the future?

JG: I really want Mark to do a jungle drum breakdown at some point in a song because jungle drums are fucking so catchy and boppy, and they’re so fun to groove to. I think we could pull it off, so I think that’s going to be a challenge for Mark.

MB: That’d be really sick. We’d get to experience playing around with a lot of different sounds because it’s a whole lot of cymbals and shit, so that’d be really fun to do that. We’d have to see where it fits though. We’ll get it done.

Which song of yours do you think defines your band the most?

WG: That’s kinda “Call Me What You Like.” Or “Portrait of a Blank Slate.”

AK: We’re still kinda figuring who we are, so it’s difficult to kinda pin it down. I think the songs are just different periods of our development, so I guess it’d be the most recent ones.

What was it like forming your band over the past few years and getting to tour the world so quickly in your careers?

WG: Different. I don’t know if it was more or less difficult. I feel like bands that form and grow on the Internet seem to have a lot of scrutiny for bands that grow the old-fashioned touring way and vice versa—bands that tour and go through that tend to have a lot of scrutiny for the Internet bands. I feel like we could all learn something from each other. I feel like there’s a lot of crossover and important things we can learn. We definitely haven’t done it perfectly, but we’ve done it our way, and that’s what matters.

AK: I feel bad for the bands that are forced to make TikToks all the time. That shit sucks, dude. Just let them make music; that’s what they’re good at!

WG: I like making TikToks.

AK: Yeah, but that’s us: we’re Internet-brained.

If you could switch roles with one of your bandmates for a day, whose role would you want to take on?

WG: Probably Ash.

AK: I’m very happy being me.

It’d be just for a day!

WG: Oh, I’d be the bassist.

AK: I’d be Mark just so I could understand how his brain works.

WG: Oh, we’re being in the other person’s brain? I thought we were just switching instruments.

It’s just switching roles, not bodies!

AK: Oh, okay! Well, not Mark. I would fuck that up so bad.

MB: I want to be Joe and do a guitar solo, slide on my knees. I’d be lead [guitar].

AK: I also want to be lead [guitar].

JG: I’d sing. Nobody wants to be drums.

If you could devise a conspiracy theory involving your band, what would it be?

JG: We're not real.

AK: Yeah, we’re actually AI-generated. We were an earlier iteration of ChatGPT that actually fabricated itself into human beings. It’s very advanced; you’ll probably see this roll out in the next 4-5 years. There’ll be loads of AI bands—we’re the first.

WG: Mine would be that we started the Spanish flu. You remember that pandemic 490 years ago or whatever it was? It definitely wasn’t rampant civilization and technological booms and livestock.

If there were band member Olympics, what events would there be?

MB: Hot dog eating.

Do you guys do a lot of hot dog eating?

MB: Oh yeah, we’re glizzy munchers.

WG: Do we?

MB: Me and Joe don’t eat meat, so yeah, lots of hot dogs!

WG: Don’t ask Mark any more questions! 100-meter, discus, archery, let’s just have the full shebang! I don’t know how we’ll do it, but I just want to see how we’ll do.

AK: I’m not really good at any physical capacity-

WG: Bobsled.

Don’t they have video games now in the Olympics?

JG: Esports type shit! I was thinking skating, as well.

AK: I’ll do some longboarding then.

JG: I’ll play some Tetris for a gold medal.

Any messages you’d like to send your fans?

JG: You’re the best. We appreciate everything that you say and give to us, except for Steve. We don’t care for Steve.

After our quick chat, the guys huddled around a tree in the media area to take portraits, which immediately escalated into a climb up the tree to pose for a few photos. Even in our short time together, all of them were incredibly gracious and took every opportunity to let each of their personalities shine, whether it be through silly facial expressions in their individual photos or laughing along to one another’s goofy mannerisms. Although they were one of the opening acts of the Saturday lineup, their fans came out to show their support, screaming along to each song as if Lovejoy were headlining the main stage. One other photographer mentioned to me that a fan told him that they were only at GovBall to see Lovejoy play, which is true commitment.

Since their GovBall appearance, the band has since played Glastonbury Festival in England and Open’er Festival in Poland, topped off by a headline spot at Belgium’s Rock Werchter. For a band in their earliest years, it’s evident that this is not the last you’ll hear of Lovejoy as the band continues to grow and tour the world. The massive support that they’ve garnered over the past few years is also a testament to their talent and their potential to be one of the biggest names within the indie rock scene as a whole. If you haven’t already hopped on the Lovejoy train, there’s no better time than the present, as there’s no telling what they’ll achieve next!

#lovejoy #wilbur soot #ash kabosu #mark boardman #joe goldsmith #governor's ball #articles

[dudeitiskarev]

Nothing Else Matters | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: It’s the year 1991, and Eddie stops by your record store to listen to Metallica’s new album, but by the eighth track, nothing else matters, and he finally confesses how enamored he is by you. 

Content/warnings: friends to lovers. smut. dry humping. unprotected P in V sex. 

Word count: 1.7k.

A/N: the thought of 25 year old Eddie... I want him. also, this is so far from edited very raw writing and honestly? i like it that way 🤪 so i hope you do too! happy reading, mwahh! 

AO3

        Your day brightened up the moment your favorite regular walked in: Eddie fucking Munson. 

       It wasn’t hard for you to admit how much you liked him – you wanted him to know how much you liked him. So you didn’t hesitate to warmly welcome him in like every single time.

       “You arrived just on time.” You made your way around the counter and reached him for a hug with a toothy smile.

       “Oh, did I?” He hugged you back. His hand lingered on your waist. One of the many small gestures he often did that told you how much he liked you, too. 

       “Yeah!” You played it cool, breaking the hug. “The self-titled – the black album – just got here.” You took him by the hand to show him the brand new cassettes you had on display. “Three days later, I know.” You admired his lit-up face. “But it’s here.”

       “No fucking way.” He ran his fingers through them. 

       God, those fingers.

       “Come on.” You hurried to twist the sign on the door from open to close, and took Eddie by his hand again, guiding him to the back of the store. 

       You had a small and cozy living room on the back, which wasn’t used that much. It was supposed to be an only-employees area, and though Eddie was already part of the house, he’d never been there.

       “Nice place.” He looked around. 

       “Thanks.” You picked up the radio and placed it on the coffee table. “I haven’t listened to it yet. I’m so fucking excited.”

       “Why haven’t you?” He sat on the carpet in front of the radio, resting his back on the couch. 

       “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t wait for you?” You sat next to him, cross-legged. Your knee brushed his thigh on purpose. 

       "A really shitty one.” He grinned, licking his lips. 

       “Right?” You took the cassette out of its case and put it on. “You ready?” 

       “Born ready, baby.”

       “Alright. This first one is called ‘Enter Sandman’.” You dramatically read the back of the case as an introduction before pressing the play button. 

       Your entire body shivered the moment the first guitar chords floated in the room.  

       “Holy fucking shit.” Eddie threw his head back against the couch and hid his face against his hands. He was feeling the exact same way, and more, most likely. 

       “I know.” You squealed a little, squeezing his thigh.

       That you didn’t mean to. You were just as excited as he was, but he placed his hand over yours before you snapped it out, squeezed tight, and kept it there during the entire song, brushing his thumb over your hand and drawing random lines. 

       “That. Was–” He nuzzled his nose onto your upper arm “–magical.”

       “And that was only the first track.” 

       The second song started to play right away, and since there were eleven songs to go, you made yourselves comfortable; the closest you’ve ever been to each other. His large hand rested over your thigh and his fingers casually drummed there to the rhythm of the songs. It was impressive how he seemed to predict every single beat, and you could already picture him learning the chords to each piece with his guitar. 

       He glanced at you every now and then when an out-of-this-world guitar solo came up, and as much as you wanted to look right back at him, you couldn’t. Or else, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from kissing him right then and there. 

       By the eighth track, you were already hugging the side of his body with arms and legs. Listening to a Metallica album for the first time was truly an intimate moment for you, and there wasn’t anyone better than Eddie to experience it with. 

       You sighed deeply.

       And so did he. 

       “What?” You looked up at him.

       He scanned your features, and gently tilted your face up, stroking your chin with his thumb. “You’re so damn pretty,” he confessed before giving you the most tender kiss someone has ever given you. 

       His lips were soft, strong, and so damn confident you let out a blissful sound. He pulled back for a second, stared into your eyes then down to your lips, and went back to kiss you again. 

       This time he cradled the side of your head and timidly brushed his tongue over your top lip, asking you to let him in. You did, parting your lips open and sweeping your tongue against his. 

       Eddie Munson was an incredible kisser, and the more he kept molding his lips with yours, the more you crumbled. 

       “C’mere.” He hastily scooped you by your thighs and sat you on his lap.

       You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him until your lungs begged for air. 

       “God, Eddie,” you whined. He bit the underside of your chin with gentle teeth. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

       “The album?” he joked. “Or a kiss?”

       “Both.” You chuckled. 

       “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since day one, sweetheart.”

       Sweetheart.

       “You have?” You gradually began to grind him. 

       “Mmh.” He pushed his hips upwards while pressing you down onto him. “Yeah. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” 

       The bulge inside his pants was growing harder the more you rubbed yourself against him, and your heartbeat dropped to your cunt. 

         “Eddie?” You bit your lips at the feeling, pressing your forehead with his. “Can I ride you?” 

       He panted between a small laugh. “Shit, babe, yeah. That’s my fucking dream.”

       “Mmh.” 

       Your hands slid inside his denim jacket over his shoulders and dragged it down. 

       The layers of clothes started to fly in the air one by one until there was nothing but the thin layer of your panties and his boxers separating you.

       “I didn’t bring a condom.” Eddie gripped your ass tight with both hands. 

       Fuck. 

       “Just… pull out?” You palmed his cock over the fabric at the same time he pulled your panties aside and touched you there with two teasing fingers.

       “Did I make you this wet?” he kind of whimpered. 

       “Mmhm.” You nibbled his bottom lip. Your panties were damp, and your cunt was aching, begging to have his cock inside you. You stood on your knees for a moment as he dragged his boxers down the best he could while never breaking the kiss. 

       His erection sprung free, and it stood on its own, ready for you to sink into it. You wrapped your hand around it and stroked it a few times, pulling the skin back. He was so soft and warm there. 

       “God, Eddie,” you moaned. 

       “I’m right here, sweetheart.” 

       He was something else. How dare he make your heart and cunt flutter like that? You peeled off your panties too and sat on the underside of his cock, pressing it against his lower stomach. You wanted to ride him, but you also wanted to tease him first.

       You moved back and forth, wetting his erection with your arousal and stimulating your clit. He became a whimpering mess, taking one of your nipples into his mouth while gripping the other. You were throbbing down there and you couldn’t handle it anymore. 

       You guided the head of his cock to your entrance, squeezing it right in. 

       “Fuck,” You both said at the same time, gasping into each other’s mouths with a smile. 

       You started to take him, inch by slow, delicious inch until he was almost balls deep inside you. It was overwhelming. Not the fact that you were having sex with him, but how good it felt. You were seeing so many colors you had to sit still for a moment to really take it all in.

       “The best I’ve ever had,” Eddie murmured in a raspy voice, planting a wet kiss on your chest. 

       You bit your lip and began to move back and forth. Your knees and feet were scraping the carpet under you with each desperate movement, so you wouldn’t be surprised if you got some burns the next day. 

       The music became secondary, and the only sounds you could focus on were the constant slap of skin against skin as you bounced your ass up and down. His harsh breathing and occasional whimpers were delightful. You loved how vocal he was, letting you know how good you felt without a shame. 

       “Eddie, my legs are getting numb,” You said. 

       “I’ve got you, princess.” 

       He had you laying on the couch in three swift movements with him on top of you. His cock didn’t slip out once, then he began to pound into you. 

       Hard.

       “Gosh, Eddie.”

       He smelled like sweat and man, and you, all together. He kept his lips grazing yours, not quite kissing you but never leaving them untouched. His long hair followed the motion of his rocking hips, tickling your skin in a such unintentional erotic way. 

       He looked different from this point of view. His features seemed more robust, his neck, and jaw looked more biteable, and his lips more kissable.

       “You fuck me so good,” you whined. 

       He only smiled as an answer and went back to kiss you while never stopping the rocking motion. 

       Thrust after sloppy thrust, Eddie had you closer to a mind-blowing orgasm. The pleasure started spreading down there, so, so good. You tilted your face to the side, giving Eddie full access to your neck. His fleshy lips and soft tongue melting on your skin only sparked your orgasm. You came so fucking hard. Your walls tightened around his cock slipping in and out, and soon, Eddie was a moaning mess, too. 

       His cock pulsed one time inside you before he slipped it out and grunted as he stroked his cock over your stomach. The warm drops of cum painted your skin and some even managed to reach your chest. 

       You massaged your breasts as you came out of your high and slowly fluttered your eyes open. There was Eddie, staring down at you with horny eyes. 

       He captured your lips and adjusted his body onto yours and remained there on top giving you kiss after kiss. 

       “Should we uh, rewind the tape?” He spoke after a moment. 

        Only then you noticed there was no music. 

       “Just… fuck me one more time? Then we’ll listen to the album. No interruptions.”

       “Deal.”

       And just like that, he was all the way inside you again. 

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson smut #stranger things fic

[arc-misadventures]

Jingle Bells

Weiss: Okay, do we have everyone?

Blake: Uhh… No.

Ren: Jaune, Nora, and Yang said they aren’t coming.

Weiss: What, but we need everyone here to practice singing, ‘Jingle Bells’.

Ruby: Yang said she didn’t want to sing, ‘Jingle Bells.’ She thinks it’s lame.

Pyrrha: Jaune said he wouldn’t sing, he hates, Christmas music apparently.

Blake: Why’s that?

Pyrrha: Oh, something about the unoriginality of, Christmas music just being the same songs sung by dozens of different singers, who play the exact same song with only minor differences in a month long, but seemingly never ending repetition of said songs that drive the mind to the point of insanity with their constant appearance.

Weiss: That! That makes sense… But, what about, Nora?

Ren: Jaune dragged her away saying he had an idea.

Blake: Jaune dragged, Nora away; Isn’t it usually the opposite that happens.l?

Pyrrha: It occasionally happens.

Ren: Don’t worry, we’re still scared.

Weiss: That’s reassuring… But, what are we going to do? We need more people to sing with us, what could they be doing that…? Uhh…? Is someone tuning a guitar?

Blake: Are those drums?

Pyrrha: What’s going on?

The group turns a corner to see, Jaune, Nora, and Yang on a stage, Jaune dressed as a punk rocker with a mic in his hand. Yang was also dressed like a punk rocker with an electric guitar in her hands, and lastly, Nora was also dressed as a punk rocker with a drum set before her. The group looked at them in utterly dumbfounded. Weiss, was about to ask them what they were doing until the music started. It started with a cry, and then, Jaune grabbed the microphone, and then started to sing.

To sing their own, ‘Christmas’ song.

They watched on in stunned amazement, and utter befuddlement:

Ren looked on as the trio played their song, utterly lost since he had no idea she could play the drums, and so well at that.

Pyrrha was amazed because she had heard, Jaune ‘singing’ in his attempts to whoo, Weiss, but apparently he could actually sing, pretty decently at that.

Blake was shocked as she saw, Yang play the electric guitar, she particularly enjoyed that small rift she had, and let it rip. But, when the devil did she learn to play the guitar?

Weiss was having a meltdown, hearing her friends sing… that was frying her brain. She was going to comment that they weren’t singing a, Christmas song, but then she heard that high pitched squeal singing, ‘Jingle Bells’ and realized it was a remix of it. She felt like fainting when she realized this.

Ruby meanwhile has a pair of red, and green glow sticks in her hands, and was bashing her head up, and down to the beat of the music. Utterly enraptured by the songs beat.

Soon the song ended, and the trio looked up to see they had an unexpected audience.

Jaune: Oh, hey guys. What’s up?

Weiss: What… What was that?

Nora: Jingle Bells.

Weiss: Like hell it was!

Yang: But, there is a line of, Jingle Bells in the song.

Weiss: For five seconds it was, even then it was in this high pitched whiny voice! The hell was that?!

Blake: You better tell her before she blows a gasket.

Jaune: Okay, It’s callez, ‘Ere We Go.’ Its this sci-fi, fantasy remix that is sung by a Ork rockstar.

Weiss: It’s sung by a what?!

Ruby: Why were you playing it?

Jaune: I refuse to sing, ‘Jingle Bells!’ I hate that song! So i’ll sing this version instead.

Weiss: Absolutely not!

Pyrrha: Why not?

Ruby: I thought it was pretty good.

Weiss: It has nothing to do with, Christmas music! It’s just a rip off of the melody!

Ren: Why not let them play it? It will allow other people to hear something different than the usual chorus, or instrumental, Christmas music.

Weiss: I won’t allow someone to play rock, and roll at this festival! And, as the program planner, I forbid you from playing that song at the, Christmas Festival! And, that’s final!

Ruby: Naww… But, it’s really catchy…

Jaune: Fine we won’t play that song, we’ll play, ‘Christmas Truce’ instead.

And, in the blink of the eye, the trio’s outfits changed from punk rockers, to old military uniforms.

Nora: Yeah! Lets do that song instead!

Yang: This is more fitting for, Weiss’s little festival.

Weiss: I forbid you from play any stupid rock, and roll music!

The trio, along with, Ruby slowly turned their heads towards, Weiss, and gave her a empty, yet chilling gaze. One that caused, Weiss to cower in a silent fear away from them. She was about to say something when the microphone, Jaune was holding clocked her square in the face rendering her unconscious.

Jaune: That’s what you get for dissing, ‘Christmas Truce’ ya bitch!

#Spotify #rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #weiss schnee #ruby rose #lie ren

[sleepy-wyvern]

Hi! Just found your blog and i love it

If you're taking requests I'd love some best friends to lovers smut with Eddie

Maybe he figures out you have a crush on him and he feels the same way. Whatever you think is best, i'm sure it would turn out amazing

- @eddiesprincess86

So uh, I went a little crazy and wrote my longest oneshot ever at 5.8k words, I hope you dont mind! I finished this at 3am but I really wanted to get this to you asap and be something you might enjoy! I hope you like! Thanks so much for your kind words as well!!! <;3 @eddiesprincess86

"Friends" | Eddie Munson x female!Reader Smut

First gif, second pic

TW/CW: jealous reader, very brief mention of cheating (not by Eddie or Reader), vaping, marijuana & cigarette references, alcohol, cream pie, slight praise kink?

Pet names: baby, darling, sweetheart (this fic uses y/n)

This fic contains 18+ EXPLICIT material, minors DNI! All characters in this fic are 18+

Friends. We’re friends. The concept of a friend was never meant to be a bad one, so why did it feel like poison in your brain the moment the words thrummed into your ear drums?

That was what you were, after all. 

Friends who spent nearly every day together. Hell, best friends even. 

“What’s the matter, y/n? You have been acting weird and avoiding me.” Eddie’s eyes were large and brown, it was rare to see him with a serious expression so you felt thrown off guard. 

The matter is you were in love. With him. And didn’t want to admit it to yourself.

You think back to when you both were little. His hair was short and buzzed, he was covered in dirt and his jeans had bright green grass stains. He’d smile brightly at you, asking if you wanted to play after school. Even then you knew people considered him a freak. But you didn’t care, you had fun with Eddie and that’s what mattered.  

Your mother on the other hand, always kept you neat and tidy, scolding when you’d track any dirt or stain your precious clothes. 

“You were with that Munson boy again weren't you?” She’d scowl while running a bath “that boy's trouble.”

When you got older you figured it had something to do with his parentage, or where he had lived in a trailer park and you a house with the white picket fence. 

But as you grew into a teenager, your parents realised they were better off letting you be friends with who you wanted. You’d just rebel against them anyways if they told you not to. They also figured it’d be better to monitor you both by letting him hang out at your place, so you wouldn’t be “up to no good.” In doing so they realised what a kind person he was, offering to do the dishes, helping your family move houses a few streets down, bringing you Gatorade when you’re sick and watching the house while you went on dreaded family vacations. Eventually the sight of Eddie at your house was normal, expected even. 

One night, he helped you home when you embarrassingly had too much to drink. You didn’t think your parents found out, as the quiet house creaked while he tucked you into bed with a glass of water and escaped through the window. But ever since then your mom warmed up to him a little more. 

“You can tell Eddie we’re having tacos tonight, I know they’re his favourite,” your mom beamed from the kitchen one evening. 

Now things were different. You lived in your own small apartment, he in his. His hair was longer, his body and yours were covered in tattoos. 

Now he was staring at you expecting a reply, eye bags drooping in a tired, charming way. But he still played guitar, he still wore ripped jeans, still snuck away with you to drink and get high, still got mad at you when you were close to having too much to drink. The same yet different. 

Something had to explain or account for a newfound feeling in your chest when he introduced you to the girls at the hideout.

When he got off the stage, his chest was still heavily moving up and down and sweat dripped from his hair and forehead. The sight made you unable to sit still, you pretended to not know why. 

They were his friends, yet the blond girl seemed to bat her eyelashes at Eddie as she sat at the bar. The purple and pink haired girl didn’t need to, her low cut top and skirt with fishnets spoke for her that night. 

Jealousy dissolved to anger which dissolved to sadness. You hated that you started to despise these girls you hadn't even known for more than 5 minutes. For doing a normal thing, shooting their shot with a guy that was single. 

Yet it still stung when he said the words “Hey, this is y/n, my friend.”

For the first time in your friendship you were jealous. 

“Nice to meet you,” you said, not caring to listen to their names. 

Eddie didn’t seem to notice they were flirting with him, yet the jealousy still appeared, taunting you. One of Eddie’s other band members interrupted their quiet small talk, something about equipment needing attention. 

You looked down the bar noticing Gareth sitting there. You moved to sit on the stool next to him, sighing as you lean your arms onto the wooden counter. 

You were the same age and last year celebrated your 21st birthday. Now of legal drinking age, you often shared drinks at Corroded Coffin shows to support Eddie every Tuesday. It became a ritual of sorts, and you grew pretty close that way.

Eddie met him in highschool, at a dnd club. You never really knew him that well until after graduation. Lost sheep, Eddie had called him. You’ve never felt any feelings for Gareth, especially jealousy. Was that what this was for Eddie, a stupid little crush?

You sighed, folding your arms as you tapped your fingers against yourself anxiously. Gareth eyed you out of the corner of his vision curiously. You ordered a rum and coke, something that had a nostalgia about it for you. 

“Good show tonight huh?” He spoke before taking a long sip of his beer. 

The bartender brought you your glass and you drank eagerly, it had more soda than you wanted tonight. 

“Uh huh,” you looked over to Eddie who was talking to the girls, hands in his pockets. 

Gareth followed your eyes as he tapped his finger along the handle of his mug. 

“Who are they?” He asked. 

“Huh?” You turned back to him and he nodded towards where you were looking. 

Embarrassed you looked down at your cup “some girls from out of town. Ones a singer.”

He nodded silently, shifting his position on the stool. What you didn’t see was Eddie looking back at you as you stared down, glancing concerned between you and Gareth. Eddie gave him a look of apprehension to which he shrugged at. 

You take another sip of your drink, enjoying the hot sensation in your stomach. It was so stupid. Eddie’s hooked up with girls before, though you both wanted to know little to nothing about each other's love life it never bothered you before. Now, he wasn’t even sleeping with someone, as far as you knew, but it still bugged you. The thought of him sleeping with them made you want to vomit. 

“You should tell him,” Gareth broke your thoughts, you wondered for a moment if he could read minds.

You were moments away from choking on your drink, thankfully he didn’t notice “tell him what?” Your voice had a small croak to it. 

Gareth sighed, sitting straight up. He wore his old red plaid jacket he had since high school, it had tears and patches sewn over. 

“You know what,” he gave you an irritated look. 

You scowl at him before downing your drink. The ice clinked the bottom of the glass as you placed it down on the counter. 

“I’m not stupid, but Eddie is. He couldn’t notice a crush if it slapped him in the face.” Gareth looked at you sympathetically but you couldn't handle it anymore.

You sigh standing up, grabbing your soft warm jacket. Eddie catches your gaze as you stand, turning to leave the bar. He waves you, you wave back but still head to the door. He hurries up to you, catching you just before you leave. 

“Hey,” he said, “you’re going home already?” His eyes darted between yours, a tinge of sadness coated them. You felt bad but it pained you to be here, of the reactions that you had that you weren’t proud of. 

“Yeah, it’s getting late so I should head home.” You smile at him weakly, he doesn’t return the sentiment, just a look of concern. 

“Are we still on for tomorrow…?” He asked, sounding hopeful with bright doe like eyes.

“Yeah,” it was all you could think of to say, your heart ached.

He let you leave in silence. You zipped up your jacket, bundling against the cold spring night. You take your vape out of your pocket, warming it with cold fingers. You watched the smoke disperse into the air as it evaporated.

Arriving home you change into your pyjamas crawling into bed, wondering how you’ll be able to make it through tomorrow. When did things change? What changed?

The last month you supposed, spending the dark months of the beginning of the year together watching shows like The Last of Us and playing Valorant. You loved him, you always had since you were little. He stuck up for you, and frankly people were scared of him so they stayed off your back. In return you always stuck up for him when people called him a freak or whatnot.

He brought you ice cream when your first love broke your heart. You brought him weed and beer when his girlfriend cheated on him. But your love for him never felt like this before, a bittersweet taste on the back of your tongue.

You’re not sure when your buzzing thoughts turned to sleep but at some point they did, as you woke to the sound of a text message in the morning. It was Gareth. 

“Did you do it yet?” He texted. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You replied. 

“:(“

“Sorry. Hanging out with Eddie tonight. I'll call you tomorrow.” You lock your phone screen feeling a little guilty. You went about your day to day routine until 7pm rolled around, unsure of what else to do.

You had popcorn, snacks, and beer in the fridge. The tv was ready, if you were to watch something, and your Nintendo switch was ready if that was the choice, or your gaming laptop. 

Your foot was bouncing in anxiety, trying to get some nervous energy out when the doorbell rang in your ears. You get up, rather too quickly, making your way to the door. Opening it you’re greeted with shaggy, wavy dark hair. He held a bottle of wine and your favourite candy. 

“What’s the occasion?” You asked, opening the door wider and stepping back. 

“No occasion,” he admitted stepping inside, “just your favourite.”

Your stomach churned wondering if he could tell you were upset last night and was trying to make up for it. He made no indication he was doing so, strolling into your apartment as usual. He got two wine glasses out knowing exactly where you kept them. He poured the wine into the glasses, swirling the liquid around dramatically. You stood with your arms crossed watching him silently. 

“What did you wanna do tonight?” He asked and honestly you never thought this far ahead. Making it past the door was your biggest anxiety tonight. 

“No idea,”  you rubbed your temples to soothe your racing brain. 

He looks out the window thinking for a moment as he does, “come with me. We’re going for a walk.”

“You just poured wine and took off your shoes.” You can’t help but chuckle a little at his sudden idea. Once Eddie has an idea he’ll drop everything he’s doing to accomplish it. 

“Yeah, well, it’ll be here when we get back,” he clapped his hands together “let’s go go go!”

You blink a few times shaking your head but you oblige. You haul a black hoodie over your head, tugging it down. You slip on your hightops and suddenly you felt like you were in highschool again, heading out with Eddie just for something to do.

Placing your wallet and keys into your pocket you step outside into the cold air, “where are we going?” you turn back to watch him haul on his snow white sneakers.

“For snacks,” he answered, closing the door behind him.

It felt like forever since you walked somewhere just for the hell of it. You put your air pod in one ear, offering him the other that he accepts on one condition.

“Play our blended playlist,” he requested as you opened spotify.

The sky was painted orange, you watched the clouds while you walked as darkness crept around the horizon. You knew the path to the corner store, absentmindedly your legs carried you there. Music played through your ears as you watched him walk besides you, hand in his pockets staring off into the sky. 

You admire his smile lines framing his gorgeous brown eyes, each told a story of his years of happiness that you witnessed. His hair bounced back against the light breeze, he wore his usual leather jacket and jean vest, keeping him warm enough. His silver chain attached to his belt loops bounced against his leg with every step. Occasionally a loose pebble was kicked further ahead, skipping across the cement sidewalk. 

You weren’t sure what to say, if anything. Words caught at the bottom of your throat, until you reached the old little shop. It looked the same as when you were a kid- old dirty white siding, wooden steps leading up to the door that creaked, a gross ashtray you tried your best to avoid looking at lest your appetite escape you.

You stroll into the old building as the bell rings, the white tiles beneath your feet covered in sand. You look over the numerous colourful packages of sweet treats, mouth watering already.

It was so nostalgic, reminding you of the numerous times you stopped by here with Eddie. As kids you stopped by for blue and red slushies in the summer on your bikes, the place always smelled like cheap deep fried food. Once, when you were preteens, you poured your change together and with it bought a package of ice cream sandwiches. You had eaten the entire package together, sitting on the swings until you had to go home from a tummy ache. 

You felt lucky you lived closer to it now, in your new apartment, but refused to go there without him. It felt so weird to be there alone, as if this was a spot just for you both. 

Tonight you opted out from the sticky ice cream or slushies. Instead you went for the bottled soda, craving the sweet fizzy feeling on your tongue. 

“What do you think?” Eddie asks, holding his arms out like a game show host showing off prizes “kitkat, butterfingers, Reece’s…”

You glance over your shoulder at him while picking out the blue soda. Eddie always looked quite out of place, like he should be on stage. Shaggy hair, ripped jeans, demon-esque clothing. Yet it was oddly fitting for the old corner store. Probably a normal occurrence for the shop tender, as he looked rather bored.

“Didn’t you already bring me candy?”

“Yes but as you know, candy is not chocolate,” he retorts and you roll your eyes. 

“They both have sugar. Loads of it.”

“Okay but,” his eyes widened as he looked down at you matter-of-factly “chocolate is an entirely different category.”

You couldn’t help but smile at him “okay, you’re right.”

You grabbed a kitkat, placing it on the counter next to a see through display of scratch tickets. The cashier rang through the items as you shifted your weight from one leg to the next. Why were you so nervous?

You managed to place a $20 down before Eddie could, dumping the change back in your wallet while he scowled at you. He settled for holding the chocolate in his pockets as you strolled out of the store.

“Let’s go to the playground,” he suggested, “all the kids will be gone by now.”

Your eyebrow raised “everyone will be gone because that playground is junky.”

He laughs, “well, more fun for us.”

The old playground was nearby, it still had the same rusted monkey bars and swing set, though the swing seats and chains had been switched out some time ago. It didn’t take you long to get there and he was right, there was no one there.

You sat on the old black swing, hips much wider now, making it a bit more uncomfortable now than as a kid. Your knees pressed together as you kicked at the ground, rocking yourself back and forth making designs in the sand. You twisted the cap off of your soda bottle, bringing the glass mouth piece to your lips. The sweet blue liquid dripped down your throat, fizzing as it entered your stomach.

Eddie sat next to you, hands currently buried in a bag of sour patch kids, offering you the kitkat. You held it in your hands, looking it over. After a few songs played in your ears, he stood in front of you, looking down at you.

“What’s the matter, y/n? You have been acting weird and avoiding me.” Eddie’s expression was serious. Something you didn’t see very often.

You scratched the back of your neck not yet answering so he continued.

“I mean not like physically ignoring me,” he said using nervous hand gestures “just, I don’t know…” he trailed off looking for the right words to say “it’s corny. Like you’re not connecting with me.”

You ran your thumb along the glass bottle while his eyes darted between yours.

“Oh my god,” he said as you looked up at him, eyes caught on the part in his lips. His facial expression softens “you have a crush on Gareth.”

You burst out into a laugh and he raises an eyebrow at you “No, you dingus.”

He looks into your eyes, face melting as a thousand emotions exchange between you as you both realize the truth. You look down at your feet as he sits on the swing next to you.

“Do you remember when we met?” he asked you, looking straight ahead.

“Honestly? No,” you admitted.

He looked over at you then, “me neither,” you shared a hearty chuckle together. 

Looking up at the sky you noticed the stars were slowly starting to appear.

“You were just… always there. But I remember the day I first realised I loved you,” he fumbled with his rings, a little nervous.

Your eyes meet his, urging him on.

“You were wearing a yellow dress with pink butterflies, your hair was in braids. Jason Carver said the town called me a freak-” he smiled as he recounted the memory.

“-and I punched him in the face” you laugh into the darkening sky.

His laugh joined you as he crossed his arms “and he cried, swearing his revenge by telling his mommy.”

“Yup, and I was ‘banned’ from hanging out with you because you were a bad influence,” truth be told Eddie wouldn’t hurt a fly, unless it was a mosquito. You were probably a bad influence on him. 

“That was the day I first started loving you, and I’ve never stopped since then,” his eyes seemed to shine like the stars above his head.

Your heart seemed to pound in your chest, directly in the back of your throat as you looked into his brown eyes.

“I hated myself,” you say suddenly “that I felt jealous over those girls at the bar,” you feel your cheeks running red.

He tilted his head listening intently but his brows furrowed “you are the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met,” tingles spread over your cheeks as he continued “you have nothing to be jealous of.”

You look down again, biting at your chapped lip.

He sighed, “Despite what Gareth says about me all of the time, I know they were flirting with me. I rejected them.”

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. It was selfish.”

He had a soft chuckle surprising you. “I think it's cute.”

You frown, kicking the sand softly as your cheeks heated.

“So,” he said after a minute, “are you going to admit your undying love for me now?”

“Well,” you recede your hands into your hoodie sleeves, feeling a little vulnerable “that’s a bit of a dramatic way to put it.”

He folded his hands together in confidence “we’ll get there,”

He reaches his hand out to you brushing his thumb along your cheek, “so are we going to do this thing or what?”

You lean to the side until his lips meet yours, a warmth touch beneath the cold sky. The moment he does, you feel unified as sparks jump from you to him and back again. The stubble on his face tickles against your cheek, a sweet sensation you never knew before.

“Wow,” he gasped, “you don’t know how long I’ve waited for that,” his eyes were locked on your lips as he whispered. 

You lean forward connecting your lips again, gently sucking on his bottom lip before pulling away. 

“We’ve got some wine sitting at home waiting for us” his breath against your cheek spread shivers through the rest of your body. 

Instinctively you bring your hands to his cheek, getting lost in his hair “that sounds wonderful.”

The walk back to your house had the same scenery, the same vibe of music in your ear, and you even walked in the same step next to each other. Yet it was completely different. The dark blue sky looked over you both like a blanket, you giggled at jokes he threw at you playfully. Even the music seemed happier now. Before you knew it you arrived home together, taking your boots off as you entered. 

You grabbed your wine glass before flopping onto the couch. The wine was room temperature but frankly you didn’t know enough about wine to know if that was good or bad. To you it was just alcohol, but the kind that made you feel fancy as you sipped from the glass. 

Eddie strolled over as he always did, owning the room, sitting on the other end of the couch, tapping his foot against the floor to some invisible beat. 

You had already flipped on a random Netflix movie that was on your list but despite trying to pay attention you couldn’t. 

Your focus was on the man next to you, arm stretched over the couch behind your back. The same but different. The fuzzy feeling in your stomach made you smile, and you declared it a good different. 

You place your wine glass on the coffee table as you lean into him, snuggling into his chest the way couples did frequently in movies. It was just as good as you thought it would be, if not better. Hearing his heart thumping against your ear, the firmness of his torso, the rise and fall of his chest with every breath… it was all so perfect. So right. You felt almost silly over how much you stressed about everything, merely an hour earlier. 

“Eddie,” you looked up at him and he looked down at you, a curious look with pure happiness. 

Before he could say anything your lips reunited with his, warm and soft. You brushed your tongue along his lower lip, tasting the sweetness of soda and candy. Being this close to him you never noticed exactly how good he smelled to you. Sweet tobacco, crisp evergreen, and undertones that were just so… him. 

As your tongue met his, you wanted to consume him and be consumed by him. His hand moved to your waist while yours met the gruffness of his face. You brought your hands to the back of his head, tangling yourself in his soft locks. 

You felt yourself climbing into his lap, surprised at your own boldness. He was too, as he held your hips steady a wide grin grew on his face while he pressed his lips into yours.

“Woah baby,” the words rolled off of his tongue perfectly “are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes,” you whisper on his lips “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

The feeling of being on Eddie’s lap was so intoxicating you almost felt dizzy, you were so glad for his strong grip on you. You hold the back of his head, kissing him as deeply as your mouths would allow. The kisses turned sloppier as you continued and heat overtook you, your tongues mingling in and out of your mouth. 

His hands tested the waters by sliding underneath your shirt and up to your waist. He grabbed at your curves, cold metal rings pressing into you in a way that sent hunger through your body. 

You felt your cunt wetten as you lightly grinded against his crotch. Your leggings were a thin enough material that a fold in his jeans hit your clit at precisely the right angle causing you to let out a soft moan into his mouth, body jumping a little in surprise. 

“Woah,” he smirked pulling back to gauge your reaction, “I never thought I’d hear you make that noise,”

You noticed goosebumps on his tattooed arms rise as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Sorry,” You mumble a little embarrassed. 

Without warning he picked you up into his arms, holding your ass and thighs tightly as he carried you to your bedroom. 

He laid you on your soft bed sheets, grinning wildly with fire in his eyes “darling that was the best sound I’ve ever heard in my life."

He cupped your face kissing you deeply. Everywhere his hands touched created sparks you’ve never gotten so intensely before. You wanted them everywhere, over your entire body. 

“Touch me,” You whispered, the words almost sounded foreign on your tongue; they were the words you’ve only said to him in dreams. And this was better than any dream you’ve ever had. 

He helped you pull the oversized sweater off, losing sight of him for a moment as the fabric pulled over your head. You smile at him feeling your hair frizz in different directions from the static

You giggle lovingly as he smiles back at you “every noise you make is music to my ears baby,” he brings his mouth down to the rim of your shirt, biting it and pulling it up and over your head.

Your torso shivered as you crossed your arms beneath your breasts, nervous for his reaction as you lay beneath him topless.

He kept his eyes level with yours, “you are so gorgeous,” his lips met yours as his hair brushed against your neck. 

One hand moved to your neck and you melted beneath his fingers as he brushed them over your shoulder and down your arms. Slowly he moved to your waist and you couldn’t help it as you moved your arms to wrap around him. He was wearing too much though, so you tug at his shirt, pulling it up eagerly. 

He straightened up, pulling his shirt up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor “is this what you wanted, darling?”

“Yes,” you whispered, entranced in his tattoos. You've been there for every one, but as he stood over you filled with desire somehow they felt different. 

As he closed the gap between you, you traced his chest tattoos with his fingers before he moved to kiss your neck. 

Your legs squirm as he licks the delicate skin. You let out a gasp as he sucks in between kisses, sure to leave a bruise. 

“I like to mark what’s mine,” he whispers into your ear before returning to your mouth. 

He hooks his fingers underneath the fabric of your bra, tugging at it and begging you to let him see you, feel you and touch you. 

You lean forward allowing him to wrap his arm around you “that’s a good girl,” his hand moves to undo the clasp. 

You let the straps fall off your shoulders as a shudder runs through your body. Your breasts bounce as your bra falls onto the bed. 

His eyes widen as he looks down at you, in awe and shock “better than I imagined, somehow,” his lips quivered. 

“You imagined them?” you tease, raising your eyebrows. 

He looks deep into your eyes considering his answer before speaking “once or twice.”

You laugh pulling him in for a kiss. You couldn’t bear to have his lips apart from yours, you were already addicted to his taste and touch. 

He moved his hands over to cup your breast, gently and lovingly. He ran his fingers over your nipples before lowering his head from your mouth to your breasts. You bury your hands and face into his hair, taking in as much as you could while he kisses your chest, licking and soaking you. You let out a mix of gasps and moans as he gently bites at your nipple. 

You bring your hands down to your waist, feeling your hips start to beg for attention. You shimmy out of your leggings pulling them down. 

Eddie was sure to give your thighs the attention they well deserved too, running his hands over them with cold rings, grabbing them lustfully. The crotch of your panties was warm as you start to soak them due to Eddie’s fingertips making their way inward towards your entrance. 

“Eddie,” you whispered soft and sweet, a mixture of a question, a beg and a demand. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make you feel good, if that’s what you want,” his raspy voice offered you, he wanted to hear you say it. 

“Yes” you nodded weakly, he lowered his fingers underneath your panties, removing them from your legs.

“I…” you whisper and he looks up at you, one brow raised in question “I…. Want your cock Eddie, so so bad.”

His body shivers at your words, he was more than willing to give you anything you wanted. 

He moved his fingers to his belt buckle, removing it and letting it fall to the floor. Your toes curled as he removed his jeans and boxers, the sight of his cock made you gasp, you must’ve had a shocked or scared expression because he chuckled amused. 

He lowered himself on top of you, the heat of your bodies mingling together. Your bodies pressed into one another felt like a perfect fit, like you were made for each other. 

He pressed the shaft of his cock against your entrance allowing you to feel the length of him along your wet cunt. You whimpered into his mouth while he moved his hands down to your entrance. 

“Are you ready baby?” He asked, big brown eyes intent to hear your answer. 

You nod, “yes,” you wanted all of him, so badly, and you wanted him now. 

He moved his hand to line himself up with your entrance, first testing you with his fingers. Your back arches as he slides them in easily. He curled them against your walls making you moan in pleasure. 

“Please, please, Eddie, your cock,” you pouted, making him smirk in satisfaction. 

He bent down and kissed you sweetly, “yes baby, you’ll get it,” he let out a small chuckle in disbelief that he finally gets to hear you say those words. 

He ran his fingers over his cock, lubing up to prepare. Lining his tip up with your entrance you hold your breath. You bring your fingers up to clutch onto his back for support as he ever so slowly pushes his tip inside. You take a deep breath and he continues, tight precious pleasure filled you as you let out a small gasp. 

“How’s that?” His voice was unsteady you could tell, taking in the feeling of his cock against your cunt “fuck baby, you’re so slick and tight for me.”

“Good, i'm good, i'm ready,” You fumble over the words, eager to have the rest of him. 

He takes his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers as he pushes against you. You let out a deep sigh as you feel his full length deep inside you. 

Eddie grins down at you, brushing your hair back “you’re taking me so well sweetheart.”

And you had, because you dreamt of this for days although you wouldn’t dare admit how badly you wanted him. Needed him, even. 

You shimmy your hips, readjusting yourself “keep going,” you whisper. 

He pulls out, thrusting in a little quicker this time. He repeats the process, faster again as you let out a moan. The bed started to shake and before you knew it he was ramming into your tight little cunt, grunting in exertion and pleasure. 

The feeling of his cock inside you was so divine, you knew nothing else in the world would be able to top it. You never wanted to be apart from him, as you desperately pulled at the muscles on his back, wanting him closer. 

He kissed your forehead and your lips, continuing to thrust at a steady pace. You readjusted your hips and to your surprise his next thrust brushed against that wonderful g-spot and the moan that escaped your lips shocked you. 

“Oh, I’ve found it haven’t I?” He ran his tongue over his teeth slyly. 

He continued to thrust into you, pushing into the spot over and over again “yes, yes Eddie! Harder,” you whimpered. 

He grunted with sweat dripping down his forehead. Slowly but surely the tip of his cock brought you up and over that mountain of pleasure, your orgasm topping over in that sweet high. Your body stiffened letting out a moan louder than the rest and he knew he had you. 

“My princess finished on my cock did she? It feels so good when you finish while I’m inside,” he kissed your neck, enjoying the pleasure on your face caused by him. 

He began to thrust again, faster this time as your body was limp against the bedsheets. Your hands move to his hair, running your fingers through it and pulling it out of his face. 

“Don’t hold back,” you murmur “I want to feel your cum deep inside me,” your own words made you shudder “let our orgasms mix.”

He could barely nod, chasing his orgasm through your clenching walls around him. The sensation was oh so good, so addicting. He never wanted to leave your cunt, you fit so perfectly together as if you were made for one another.

“Baby I’m-“ A delightful moan escapes him, a sound that makes you shiver as you feel him twitch inside you, releasing his seed. 

You lay there together gasping, holding his hair back to help him cool down. He nuzzled his face into your neck lovingly, heart beating hard against you. 

“That was…” he whispered. 

“Amazing,” you finished his sentence for him with a cheeky smile. 

After a minute of resting together you sigh “we should’ve gotten a towel…”

He pulls out slowly as your mixture of hot fluids drips down your thighs. 

He leaves for a moment, returning with a soft cloth to dab against your sensitive entrance. Your body twitches as he pressed the cloth against you, he watched your facial expression with amusement. 

“You act like you didn’t just watch me cum,” you smile. 

“Oh don’t worry darling,” he moves to your lips kissing you before continuing “I’ll watch it over and over till the day we die.”

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[unfxrgetwble]

through time

Paring: Calum Hood x fem!reader

Warning: swearing & crying

Summary: Watching 5sos play Gotta Get Out makes you look back over the past ten years.

Word count: 3k

Author’s note: this is the first fanfic i have written since i was like 14 so plz be nice <3

enjoy!

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2021

5SOS SHOW

You have been friends with the boys since the beginning of their career. You were one of the 11 people at their first show. You went to their rehearsals at Luke's moms house. And now you were sitting on the side watching them record their 10 year anniversary show. They were filming Gotta Get Out and your mind starts having flashbacks to the past 10 years.

2011

You are there sitting behind the camera as Luke and Michael tune their guitars and Calum and Ash set up the mics. They all sit down on their respective seats. You give them a countdown and then start the camera. Luke starts to play the guitar followed by ash on the drums (whatever that thing is). You make eye contact with calum and blush. You knew the boys from school and had a small crush on Calum so when Luke asked you to help with the video you obviously said yes. You had a little bit of experience with videography. By the time you zone back in they had finished the song. You told them you would edit it and get it back to them. You head back home and edit the video and send it back to them. The next day calum sees you after school

“(Y/N) (Y/N)” Cal is practically screaming. You whip your head around to see who is screaming at you. “We are going viral” he says out of breath.

“Wait, slow down cal. What? Y’all are going viral?” You say questioning.

“The video you edited for us, it’s going viral” he says as he finally catches his breath.

“That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you” you say, grabbing his shoulders. He pulls you into a hug out of excitement. It takes you a second to realize that he is hugging you then you hug back. You both pull away with red tinting both of your cheeks.

“Me and the boys would like it if you helped with our videos from now on.”

You agreed and from then on you helped with all of their video stuff from covers to vlogs.

2013

You were there when they launched their first ep. You were there when they went to London. You were sitting with them when Heartbreak Girl hit 1 million views. You were there for the try hard music video. When they told you that they were going on tour with 1D you were over the moon. You were so proud of them. When they asked you to go with them you almost started crying because that meant that you got to meet the One Direction. Of course you said yes. You went to America with them and helped film and edit the LA Vlogs. You traveled the world with them and you became so close with all of them. But you grew extremely close to calum. You would say he was your best friend. You still had your crush on him but you never said anything. You had also grown kinda close to Niall which made Calum a little jealous but he never brought it up.

2014

Release of 5 Seconds of Summer

You went on the Rock Out With Your Socks Out Tour that supported the album. Calum’s feelings for you had grown but he had always pushed them to the back of his mind due to fear of messing up the dynamic of your friendship with the band and also out of fear of the public. He had seen how other celebrities’ girlfriends had gotten hate and didn’t want you to experience that. But Luke, Micheal and Ash knew how you both felt and tried to get yall together but it just went right over both of your

2015

The release of SGFG

There were so many people there and you didn’t know a lot of them. You were always behind the camera. People knew of you but you were never in the spotlight. You were always the support. And now you were in a room full of people who live in the spotlight. There were flashing lights and loud music so you found a small couch in the corner and were sitting by yourself.

“(Y/n) how are you enjoying the party,” Luke had come up to me without me knowing.

“God Luke, you can’t sneak up on me like that dude.”

“Sorry man, I just saw you sitting by yourself and came to check on you” he says sympathetically.

“I’m okay I just don’t know a lot of people here,” you say quietly.

“Well I think Cal is looking for you and you know him” he says in a teasing tone while poking your side.

“Shut up please, I’ll go find him in a little bit” you say, slapping his hand away. He gets up, gives you a wink and then turns to leave. Now you are sat there thinking about all the feelings you have for Cal that you have bottled up over the past 4 years. You have been with him and the band for so long. You loved him. You couldn’t deny it much longer. When you were with him you were always laughing. He knew you like the back of his hand and vice versa. When you were upset you would always make you laugh by telling a stupid joke or something along those lines. When he was upset you would always help him work it through. He loved you for that. You were so intune with your emotions and gave the best advice. You were about to get up to find him and you see him standing there in the light looking like a god. He had on a graphic tee with black skinny jeans and converse. He looked beautiful in the lights. You get and walk over to him.

“(Y/N) you look amazing tonight, are you having fun?” He says yelling over the music.

“ Hey Cal, you look great, I’m having fun, Luke said you were looking for me” you yell.

“ Well I’m always looking for you”he says winking “but i just wanted to check on you, make sure you were having fun.”

You are slightly blushing now that you were used to him flirting. “Yeah, I’m having a good time, i might go home soon. You know this isn’t really my scene.”

“Aww (Y/n), please don’t go. We can have fun, I promise.”

“Idk cal, you know I’m not the party type.”

“(Y/n) please don’t make me beg.” He says starting to get on his knees. Now you are beet red. You grab Calum's arms and pull him up.

“Fine cal, I’ll stay” His face lights up as he pulls you into a hug. You end up having an amazing time. Playfully flirting back and forth all night.

2018

The release of Youngblood.

You went on tour with them for the Meet You There Tour. After one of the LA shows you all went to a bar to celebrate. You sat at the bar waiting to get a drink, the boys were sat up in the VIP section with drinks in their hands. While you are waiting for your drink, you look over and see Cal sat next to this beautiful girl. She had long blonde hair in a tight beautiful dress. You couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. So after you got your drink you continued to sit at the bar instead going back to the VIP section. You then felt a little tap on your shoulder , you turn around and see the one and only Niall Horan. You stood up and gave him a hug.

“Niall, oh my goodness, it's so good to see you. It’s been years. How have you been?” You say stepping back from your hug.

“Oh (Y/n), it is amazing to see you. I am good. You look amazing!” He says gesturing to you.

“Thank you so much Niall.” You say as you finish your drink, then ask for another one. You are hammering back drinking while having a conversation with Niall. By the end of your 30 minute long conversation you are pretty drunk. At this point you are telling Niall about how you are in love with Cal and you are jealous of the girl who was sitting next to him.

“(Y/n), what girl? Calum is sitting by himself staring at you”, he says matter of factly.

“What are you talking about? There was a gorgeous girl sitting next to him. She was all over him” you say, kind of slurring your words. He turns your body to look at the VIP section and Cal was sitting there by himself staring you down.

Calum had just sat down when this blonde girl came over to him. He looks over at her as she sits down. She starts to speak and he’s pretending to listen. He didn’t want to talk to other girls, he was just waiting on you to get back to save him. He finally realizes that you are taking so long so he turns away from the girl to see you hugging Niall. He watched as you talk to Niall and he has a pain in his chest. He watches you talk to Niall and you look absolutely stunning. All the feelings of jealousy from when they were on tour with 1D came rushing back. At this point the girl had gotten up because Cal was ignoring her. When Niall turn you towards him, you make eye contact with him. He stands up and walks over you. Niall says hey to cal and gives him a hug and hands you off to him.

“(Y/n) how much have you had to drink?” He says with worry as you almost fall out of your chair.

“I have no idea but why do you care? Why don’t you go talk to that blonde chick.” You slurred with an attitude.

“ What are you taking about?” He says and then you point in the direction of the girl. He looks over his shoulder and scoffs.

“I didnt want to talk to her. I was waiting on you to save me and you didn’t come back.” He states as he helps you stand.” Im taking you home. You are so drunk.”

You finally made it outside and you can’t help but stare at him. He is wearing black jeans, a white button up with a leather jacket and black boots. He looked so good.

“ Cal, I can’t do this much longer” you say with tears brimming your eyes.

“Do what (Y/n)?” He asked, confused.

“ I can’t keep watching girls obsess over you and not be able to call you mine. I'm so in love with you it hurts. I have liked you for the past 7 years, and I never said anything because I didn’t want to hold you back but seeing you with that gorgeous girl hurt. I couldn’t stop telling Niall about you. I talked about you almost the whole time. You are everything I have ever wanted. You are so kind and so thoughtful. You always know how to make me laugh and cheer me up when I’m crying. I don’t ever want to lose you but I can't sit back and not tell you how I feel. I just have to get it out. My feelings for you are so strong I just have to tell you.” At this point you are crying, tears streaming down your face. Calum looks so conflicted. There are so many thoughts running through his head. He is so happy that you liked him back, he was confused as why you thought that he was interested in other girls. He was sad that you were crying and he didn’t know what to do. After a good minute of silence he grabs your face, wipes your tears, and kisses you. You were shocked and it took you a second to kiss him back.

“You are drunk, lets get you home and we can talk about it in the morning.” He says and he takes your hand and starts walking home. The next morning you wake up with a headache and an arm wrapped around your waist. You turn around to see Cal laying next to you.

“Good morning, love.” He says with a deep morning voice.

“Goodmorning, what happened last night?” You ask with worry on your face.

“Well you got jealous, got drunk and then confessed your love to me, and then when we back here you told me you didnt want to sleep alone so i stayed over” he says nonchalantly.

“Fuck. Cal Im so sorry, I didnt want to tell you because I didnt want to make things weird between us, you are my best friend.” You put your head in your hands embarrassed.

“Do you mean it?” He ask.

‘What?’

“Do you mean it (Y/n)?”

“Yeah” you say looking at him. He grabs your face and he kisses you. You kiss back, and you felt a spark. When you finally pull away he just looks at you.

“(Y/n) I practically begged Luke to ask you to film that video. I have had a crush on you since year 9. I never had a reason to talk to you but I knew you liked videography so I mentioned you to the boys and Luke said you were friends. I would not leave him alone until he asked you. There were so many times that I wanted to confess by undying love for you but I chicken out. Like at the release party for Sounds Good Feels Good. Luke came up to me and told me that I should do it and that he told you that I was looking for you but when I saw you I got nervous. You are my dream girl but I never wanted to put you in a weird position and I didnt want you to get hate if you did like me back.” He confesses while holding your face in his hands.

2020

The release of CALM

You were in lockdown with your boyfriend of three years, Calum. You had kept your relationship with him a secret and the fans didn't think anything different because you were always around. They had their theories but they have had them since the boys got big, but you were a pretty private person. You had just made dinner for you and Cal. You had made your plates, feed Duke, and you make your way to Cal’s office to give him his dinner because he is on a call with the boys. You walk in, place his food down and kiss his head and as your are about to leave he just kinda looks at you with worry in his eyes.

“What’s wrong babe?” You ask with a worried look on your face. He looks at the computer then tells the boys he will be right back and puts himself of mute.

“Love, this is live. So now I think this means our relationship is public.”

“What?” You ask with shock on your face.

“You just called me babe and kissed me on stream.” He says calmly.

“Are you mad at me?” You ask holding is hand in yours.

“What? No love, I’m not mad at all. It is kinda funny, and now i get to finally post all of the cute pictures i have of you and duke.” He says with the laugh you love so much.

“Okay baby. Im sorry to interrupt,” and you kiss him as you leave. He goes back to the live stream and says “Well I guess its out, that is my girlfriend (Y/n). Some of you might know her she used to film all our vlogs back in like 2014. She has been friends with us since the beginning.” Luke chimes in with “be nice to her” and Michael and Ash backing him up. As you get back to the kitchen to eat Duke jumps up in your lap and you decide to check twitter and you are getting so many followers and many tweets of the clip from the live stream. You got a little bit of hate but so much love. You decide to tweet a picture of Cal and duke with the caption “now that we are public, here is a picture that Cal took on my phone of him and duke” and immediately there were so many replies and it was mainly people saying that they were excited for all the cal content they would get. It made you giggle but you shut your phone off and finished your dinner.

2021

5SOS SHOW

As all those memories flood though your mind you begin to tear up. Watching the boys sing Gotta Get Out has reminded you of where they had come from and how proud of them you were. You have watched them grow and come so far. They had just finished singing and Calum looks over to you and walks over to you. He grabs your face and looks into your eyes.

“My love, what’s wrong?” He says kind of giggling.

“I'm just so proud of you and the boys. I was there when you first filmed this song and I have watched you all grow so much. I'm just so proud of y’all.” You say as tears stream your face. Chrystal and Sierra had seen you crying and were right by your side. You had grown very close to the girls over the last couple of years. Soon all the boys were all around you too. The girls had heard your explanation to Cal, but the boys were so concerned. You looked at Cal standing next to Ash, Micheal, and Luke and started crying more. They just look at Cal with so much concern.

You finally calm down and say, “I am so proud of you boys. I have loved being able to be here throughout your entire careers, you have done huge things and seeing you play that song the same way it was the first time I heard it was surreal. I have watched you go from 14 year old boys to men and it is amazing. You guys are my family and I’m just so proud.”

They all gather around you and give you a big group hug.

“We wouldn’t be the people we are today without you (N/n),” Luke says.

“You were our rock during so many crazy times,” Ashton adds.

“You helped shape 5sos, you kept us going when we wanted to quit,” Micheal blurted out.

You were in full blown tears now, and cal looks at you and says “You were what we needed when we didn't know we needed it. You are the band's backbone. You may not have been in the spotlight, and you may have not told you but we love you and like what Luke says we wouldn’t be here without you. We love you. But I think I love you in a bit of a different way though.” He kisses you on the head and you give him a big hug and when you pull away you give Luke, Micheal, and Ash hugs.

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[desmond69miles]

YOOOO =3

can we get sfw + nsfw headcannons of ink demon bendy with a s/o with a really gothic style & is selectively mute? ( bonus points if Sammy constantly bugs them )

im genuinely curious abt how u would think abt it :0

[ take ur time answering this!! no rush at all by the way!! ; also sorry if my grammars kinda bad iys 3:37 am where im at rn + sry if i seem hyper to im just rlly excited rn😭

i’ve been gone for butt fuck long, my bad! I'm in the process of moving and lifes been a bit hectic. Hopefully im back now!

anyway, thank you anon for the bendy ask!! love writing for this inky-ass man.-

NSFW is under the cut!

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[-: If we were to give bendy preferences, I know he'd go for a gothic s/o who is on the chubbier side. I say chubbier because A) body warmth, Bendy's a cold-blooded creature and he liked the feeling of your warm body and B) He likes your squishy thighs and tummy. And I know he’d be attracted to the darker, more gothic style. Inky black colors, blood red dresses, he likes the colors. 

[-: I think the ink demon would be good with someone that was mute or had periods of time where they were mute. Whether it be due to anxiety, overstimulation, or you just don’t have many words one day, I think he’d be understanding and would work around it. For many years, he didn’t have a voice, resorting to scribbling messy letters on walls and papers to communicate. If you want to talk while your mute, he’d simply lend you his hand so you can scribble on the wall with it; or he’ll carry around a sketchbook for you to write in, but more often than not he just makes you write with his claws. 

[-: I like the idea of Sammy bugging you all the time because he's interested in your music. It's so different from a classical tune, the drums and guitar, the vocals. He’d constantly be asking about your music. And since goth is a music-based subculture, you have a lot of music to show Sammy. 

[-: Going back to Bendy liking your style, he’d fiddle around with your clothing or accessories. He likes the bling of your necklaces and rings, and often plays with them when you are sitting together. He tries not to break anything, but accidents happen when you have sharp claws. If you do rat-nest hair, rest assured Bendy is curious on how you get your hair to do that. 

[-: I feel like Bendy would find you some victorian or romantic gothic outfits around the studio. He likes taking you to the costume department and letting you run around, picking up some of the black clothing used for character study. Another thing is that he collects small trinkets he think you would think is cool. Sometimes it’s a small rock, other times its a shiny gem he found in a pipe. 

[-: Bendy and Sammy get into a lot of fights around you, for your attention. Sammy wants to learn more about your subculture and what you remember from the outside world while Bendy wants to draw or walk around the studio with you. Good luck time managing. 

[-: Bendy is very interested in your makeup. Please let him draw on you! Speaking of drawing, he also likes to sketch you. His drawings are a bit blotchy and inky due to his skin, and often he'll mess up on a part by lingering too long and having ink form a puddle.

NSFW

[-: He chokes you with your necklaces, not to the point of them breaking but just enough so the chains and pearls dig into your throat.

[-: oh my god he loves your thigh highs. He nibbles around the soft flesh, forked tongue darting around and leaving opaque trails of ink behind. Just no promises that he won’t tear the thin fabric off!!

[-: Relating to the one where he draws on you, he’d love to lightly drag his claws over your stomach, back, or thighs and create delicate drawings onto your skin. Take this as a form of foreplay. (Which bendy isn’t exactly fond of, hes too impatient to go through it.)

[-: Bendy has a scent kink. I believe that he’s blind/has very poor eyesight and relies on noises and scent to find his prey. And his scent is very sensitive. He’ll ask if you can use non-strong soap or something that doesn’t upset his senses. Besides this, he likes to smell your clothing or even your undergarments.

Since i’m nice i’ll give you some elements of a fic i’m working on…

[-: Bendy’s ink that comes from his tentacles and/or cock act as an aphrodisiac. Providing a muscle relaxant and lube, it makes it easier for him to fit more and more of himself into you. He’s a big guy! Ranging at almost eight feet, it’s no surprise that he’s packing something big.

[-: Bendy’s big on CNC/Predator/Prey play. When you talk with him about safe words and the proper measures to have a safe time during CNC, Bendy gets really excited. He’s a demon, creatures of carnal lust and sin.

[-: He also loves to be worshipped. As Sammy has taught him, he’s somewhat of a god to this inky realm and he expects to be treated as one. Sammy does annoy him with his constant spouting, but he’s not opposed to you calling him Lord.

thank you for your request <3 My ask box is always open!! Feel free to send in batim requests.

#bendy and the dark revival #bendy smut #bendy x reader #bendy and the ink machine x reader #batim x reader #ink demon x reader smut #ink demon x reader #the ink demon

[thepersonnamedsam]

prologue

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

summary: where charles met loire for the first time

word count: 2.4k

warnings: none

note: i am sooooo excited for you to read this, i hope you are too

masterlist / taglist

The wind blew through her hair and made it hard for her to see. Her eyes were blinking fast trying to stay open. She breathed in and then out, closed her eyes for a second and opened them again to see the plaza before her. She looked at the people; there was a guy with a baby blue shirt on, his belly was huge and he was licking away on an ice cream. Next to him was standing a rather timid woman, her green maxi skirt was flowing in the wind and she looked at the man. Children were playing around and parents were sitting on the benches. Next to her was a young woman with shaggy dyed blonde hair. Her smile was huge and showed her withe teeth. In front of her was a cajon; a wooden box you could drum on. Next to her was her best friend Chelsea waiting to busk the place away.

The guitar in her hand was suddenly heavy. She felt the weight in her arms, how the strap did almost nothing to support the weight of the guitar. The microphone stood before her, long and proud and just waited to be used. The speakers, one on each side of them waited patiently, at least it seemed like it.

She brushed some hair out of her face and turned to look at Chelsea. Her eyes searched her green ones. „When do you think they’re coming? Shouldn’t they be here already“ Nervousness laced through her voice. She looked once more at the people, to see if anyone was waiting inpatient for them to start playing. Chelsea only shrugged - she wished she had her carelessness.

Chelsea was a woman who was never stressed, there was not a thing that could bother her - well actually maybe animal cruelty or body shaming or misogyny or homophobia or - you name it. But still, she was a young woman who was just living her life to the fullest.

„Don’t worry Loire, they’re coming“, Chelsea reassured her. She closed her eyes once again, trying to calm down. The breeze was loud around her ears, but she still heard the people talking. She also heard some pigeons or other birds making sounds. She heard the sea crashing against the shore, something she only heard if she really listened to it. Her ears perked up when she heard someone laughing - Milo! It was Milo who was laughing alongside Parker.

I swear to god, if they don’t show up with their instruments I will twist their heads around until it makes that god awful snap sound.

She opened her eyes to look around the plaza to find them walking towards her and Chelsea. Big smiles on their faces and their instruments. Milo carried their keyboard and Parker had his guitar on his back. No murder was going to happen.

Loire smiled when the two approached me them, she couldn’t hold a grudge against them even if she wanted to. They were her best friends, how could she ever be mad at them. Milo went and hugged Loire, whispering their apology in to her ear. When they moved to Chelsea and kissed her, Parker went up to Loire with a shit eating grin on his face. He didn’t even apologise for being late, he was always late and Loire knew that, but she always worried about them.

„Hello belle, how are you?“, he asked her after their hug. She glared at him, but the small smile tugging around her lips was a give away that she wasn’t actually angry.

They connected Parker’s guitar to the amp, the same with Milos keyboard and they were ready to jam. Expect that the moment Chelsea started counting down, Loire met the most gorgeous eyes she has ever seen; green and full of wonder and curiosity. The face that belonged to the eyes was just as handsome, if not more. His lips pink and curled to a light smile. The stranger looked at her just as much as she was looking at him. Her breath hitched as she realised that he was staring back at her.

The world stopped around her and it seemed like a ray of light was shining down on him. He stopped in his tracks and waited until they started playing.

What kind of romance novel is going on here?

Only then she realised that she was supposed to start singing. She looked apologetic at Chelsea and her other band members and they started again. The tunes of Whole Again by Atomic Kitten started to play. Loire closed her eyes once again, took a deep breath in and started to sing.

When Loire sang, she was in her own world. Nothing mattered and nothing was going on, just her singing and the feeling that music gave her. The tingles through her body and the warm sensation forming in her gut - music was her everything and there’s never gonna be anything that could top this feeling.

Charles was looking at the band. He should’ve already been at his mothers, his yearly haircut was due, but something drew him to them, no, something drew him to her. Her brown eyes, her curls and her smile. Everything he saw was just magnificent, there was no other word that could describe her. And when she started singing, god, he wanted to save her voice and let it play out when he couldn’t sleep. So smooth and easy to listen to. He too had to close his eyes for a moment, the sensation too overwhelming.

Her voice reached his ears and his brain turned the waves into hormones, emotions of you want. Emotions he hasn’t felt in a long time; happiness and love. Charles was content, even just for the moment. Content with his life, with his recent change from Alpha Sauber to Ferrari, he felt content the way his mum cut his hair and the way that Arthur was still cheering him on from the sidelines. Even though his life was mostly purely stressed and so, so heavy, in this moment he felt light. Her voice smoothed him out and whispered new life into his body.

He opened his eyes again, hers still closed. He tried to get a better look at her. He counted 47 freckles on her nose and cheeks, well only from afar. She had 7 loose strands, probably from all the wind. Her mouth moved with the words and he saw the slight gap between the two front teeth - so little, people mostly didn’t notice, but Charles did. He was fascinated by her. The way her arms were stretched out and moved with the music. The bat wings her sleeves created. The way she smiled at the lyrics and just sang carefree. Her body looked like she would start to dance any second - and he was prepared to dance with her.

The music stopped and she opened her eyes again, he was still shamelessly starring at her and she blushed. The rose colour slowly started to creep up her neck and finally reached her cheeks. Charles noticed how she couldn’t stand his gaze anymore. The drummer started to count again and Loire was mouthing something. Charles snapped out of his haze and listened to her words.

„Merci, thank you all for listening to us! We’re Jehanne and this is an original song.“

Loire risked a glance at the handsome stranger, only to realise that he was still starring at her. Her heart was beating hard in her chest. It almost raced. Why should this absolute god of a man stare at her? But there was no time to think such thoughts, as Chelsea already started the beat of their very first own song; Look at us now (Honeycomb). Chelsea wrote the song the evening she met Milo. She was head over heals for them. So that evening when she came home from her hike - where she met Milo - she wrote it down in ten minutes, ran over to Loire’s appartement and showed her the lyrics. Loire instantly had a melody in mind and grabbed her guitar.

It turned into a whole writing session. The two sat on the ground, Loire with her guitar in her hand and Chelsea with her pen and book in front of her. When Loire first sang the chorus, Chelsea started to cry, which she almost never did, well not in front of people. Loire knew it wasn’t a song to be sung alone, so she asked Chelsea who she wrote it about. And she told her about this person she met on her hike and how they looked so good but so shy at the same time. And how she went up to them and just chatted about the view and how they instantly clicked. The world was not moving the moment Milo and Chelsea met for the first time. Chelsea told Loire how Milo played the keys and how his friend Parker, who was struggling to move up the mountain, played the guitar and how they were looking for some people to jam. That’s when Loire knew, that she had to sing the song with Milo - and that they had to start a band.

Parker laughed when Milo told him about the idea Chelsea pitched them. Start a band with two complete strangers? Yeah, no. But Milo reasons with how Chelsea was their love of their life and how they would meet Loire either way. And how they could finally persuade their dream of playing music together. But Parker still only laughed, until he heard Loire sing for the first time. His reaction was similar to Charles‘ right now. Amazed and star struck. He instantly agreed. Loire gave Parker her chords to Honeycomb and they started to arrange them to fit his playing style. Chelsea and Milo started on the arrangement on the keyboard and after about two hours, they had a song worth recording.

„We unraveled a long time ago

We lost and couldn't let it go

I wish it was easy but it isn't so“, he heard her sing. And he felt the lyrics deep in his chest, even though he couldn’t place why he felt them, he still did. He saw her eyes scan the people around him, trying hard not to look at him. He saw how her eyes got stuck on a figure behind him. He slowly looked around and saw a young woman standing there and even though the temperature reached a high of 27°C that day, she was still wearing black jeans and a long sleeve. He turned back around to look at Loire, only to notice the watery eyes and the pain in her voice.

Loire didn’t think she would show up. She thought she would never see her again, after what she said to her. She thought Freya scrambled away and planned her getaway long before it all happened. And she was sorry, sorry for the way she spoke to her and sorry how she treated her. But she was glad she was there, it might be a good sign. A sign she would join the band again. But Loire didn’t want to get her hopes up, after all what she’d done.

„I swear to god Freya, grow the fuck up. Did you really think I would want to have a serious relationship with you?“ It was the last thing Loire said to Freya. It happened after they had made a demo and the last song they recorded was Honeycomb. Freya had asked Loire if the lyrics were about her, but Loire only laughed. She didn’t laugh because she found it funny that Freya would think that, no, she laughed because she thought she knew it was the love song for Chelsea and Milo. But Freya caught the laugh as a threat and now at something nice.

„You know what? Fuck you, Loire. I thought we had something, seriously, all the dinners and the kisses“, Freya screamed at Loire, deep in her heart she knew that her and Loire would never work out, that’s why it hurt much more as the reality became the truth.

In the end, everyone knew Freya would join the band once again, as she never really left it. She only had to find her calmness again before she could face the reality once again.

Charles sensed some uneasiness between the two, but forced himself to only pay attention to the singer in front of him. He ignored the ringing in his jeans. He ignored the looks and whispers he received. And he also ignored the time. The only thing that mattered was Loire. And as they finished their set, he was determined to talk to her. With long strides and a smug look on his face, he made his way over to her, but his facade all crumbled when she first smiled at him. His legs turned into pudding and his heart started beating. What does this woman do to him?

„Hi there“, she smiled at him. She wasn’t unfamiliar with people approaching her after a busking set, but this time it was different, this time it was Charles who approached her and not some people.

He smiled shyly at her and raised his hand to wave. She smiled at him in return. Charles wanted to open his mouth and say how much her voice touched him, but he just couldn’t find the right words. And as he finally had them laid out in front of him, he finally noticed the constant ringing of his phone in his pocket. He excused himself to answer the phone.

The voice yelled at him and even Loire could pick up a few words, such as; get down here, now! and, if you think you won’t get away with it, you’re wrong. He completely forgot his mission and took off. But he hoped she would be there tomorrow too and that he could talk to her then. Only to find out that she wasn’t there the next day, and the day after. And as he had to travel to the next race, he had long forgotten why he had wandered to that plaza that weekend.

°°°

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[hawkins-losers]

Eddie sliding it between your thighs, I'm begging!!

Summary: Eddie gets horny on stage because of you’re wearing stockings - then ruins said stocking

Warning: smut, thigh fucking, semi-public sex(?),

-

One of your biggest turn on was Eddie playing guitar. It didn’t matter if it was in the comfort and casualness of his messy bedroom, Garreth’s oil-smelling garage or on a stage with a crowd of drunks around you. Seeing him skillfully move his fingers on the neck, the vibration and sexy sound of the the electric guitar, the way he felt the music and bobbed his head in a headbang, long hair flowing like those rockstars on TV, and that slutty little tongue whenever he was concentrating on a part went straight to your core.

In return, Eddie loved when you came to his shows and watched him perform. He felt so much more confident and played better when you were there. Sometimes, he'd glance at you in the crowd. He'd flash a wink or hold eye contact during a part he knew made your pussy clench.

Tonight, it was Eddie's turn to be turned on and teased.

You had showed up late to the bar, having spent the whole day out with your friends and needing to drive across town to get to the Hideout. Corroded Coffin had just stepped on stage when you arrived, Garreth’s drums echoing in the room as the first song began. You snaked through the small crowd, making your way closer to the stage to get a good view.

It was also safer than staying at the back with the drunks. A wandering hand happens fast and their flirting disgusted you.

You bobbed your head to the music, mouthing the lyrics to all the songs, having heard them about a hundred times.

During the second verse, Eddie spotted you in the crowd, dressed in your usual gig attire: a Corroded Coffin shirt tied in a knot at the front, a black skirt and boots. The corner of his lips twitched into a soft smile, then disappeared. He needed to keep a straight face and concentrate. If he misses a chord, he’s gonna get a side eye from his bandmates. His eyes lowered to your legs, breath catching in his throat when he saw what he assumed were tights were actually stockings.

Eddie felt his pants tightening and mentally cursed on stage. Jesus Christ.

After the show, Eddie disposed of his guitar and came to you, kissing you hard before dragging you to the backstage area. He would usually have a beer before going home, but he had other plans for tonight - other needs he needed to take care of.

You quickly - and rudely - passed by Garreth and the others who were chatting casually while they packed their stuff. You wanted to say 'hi', but you had to keep your eyes on the ground to not trip on any of the cords and boxes in the badly lit space.

‘’Eddie, where are we going?’’ you asked confusedly, having never been to that part of the bar yet.

If you hadn't known Eddie so well, you could've thought he wanted to murder you.

He stopped by a storage room and you halted, almost hitting his back. Eddie pushed open the door and pulled you in with him, closing the door with his foot. The second it was closed, he had his lips on you, holding your jaw with one hand and fumbling with the light-switch with the other, the naked lightbulb above you illuminating the room in an unflattering light.

You kissed back just as eagerly, pulling him closed by the fabric of his shirt and opening your mouth to let his tongue in, tasting the beer he must've had before the show. His skin was clammy under your touch and his cheap woody cologne mixed with the musk odor of sweat, but you weren't bothered by it. Sweat was part of dating a to-be rockstar.

Your hands slid down his body and under his shirt, grasping at his skin until you felt Eddie's hips roll against you.

You broke the kiss with a quiet chuckle. ‘’Someone's horny tonight,’’ you pointed out with a raised eyebrow, the big tent of his hardened length being hard to miss when it was pressed against your lower stomach.

Eddie pressed his forehead against yours, his voice rougher from being so dry after the gig. ‘’That's all you, sweetheart. Got me so fucking hard while I was playing tonight. I had to go through all five songs with a hard on in my pants. Good thing my guitar can hide all this, wouldn't want our fans to get wrong ideas.’’

You laughed, pushing your teasing by sliding your hand over the bulge in his pants to palm him. Eddie groaned. He was so hard he thought he was going to combust.

‘’Me?’’ You frowned half-innocently. ‘’What did I do?’’

The light flickered above you as Eddie's hands went down your sides, wandering lower to your thighs, then grabbing with calloused fingers at the flimsy nylon of your stockings. ‘’These.’’ He looked down with greedy eyes, kneading and threading his fingers against the back of your thighs. The delicate lace of the band hugged you so perfectly, creating a slight pudge at the top – Eddie wanted to sink his teeth into it. ‘’Got my cock all hard just thinking about them.’’

It never occurred to you that Eddie could be a lingerie guy. Although he did go feral that one time you wore a lace bra, he liked you naked better – his words, not yours.

‘’Want a better view?’’ You took a step back and, under his watchful eyes, pushed your skirt up and over your hips, flashing your black underwear and the rest of your bare thighs.

A low growl came from Eddie’s throat, the stiffness in his pants getting really uncomfortable. ‘’Fuck.’’ He pulled you flush against him, slowly grinding you into his body, impatient to relieve the pressuring ache in his jeans. ‘’I need to fuck you in those stockings. No- I wanna fuck your thighs.’’ Eddie nodded in agreement at his own idea. Yeah, that sounds so much better.

Taking a quick look at your surroundings, you tried to figure out the best way to do it. You spotted a shelving unit with boxes of empty bottles. This will do. You turned around and bent over, grasping the edge of the shelf. Your sweet little ass and the back of your thighs were facing him.

You looked over your shoulders and Eddie thought he was going to cum on the spot. ‘’This okay?’’ you asked.

Eddie hummed, wishing you could see yourself from here. ‘’Perfect. Fuck- You’re so pretty like that, sweetheart. So fucking sexy.’’ He undid his pants and pulled himself out, giving it a few strokes and collecting the pre-cum from his tip to use as lube.

Sensing him right behind you, you parted your thighs a little, just enough for his cock to slide between them. ‘’Use me. Wreck my pretty little thighs.’’

‘’You read my mind. Now, squeeze them tight for me, baby.’’

You did and Eddie sucked in a breath, holding himself from moaning loudly. He grabbed your thighs in a firm grip to control his thrusts, the imprint of his cold rings digging into your skin.

‘’You feel so good- Fuck. Your thighs are squeezing me so well.’’ He groaned into your shoulder just as much as he’d be if he was inside you, his hair tickling your neck.

His balls were hitting your thighs at every snap of his hips and his cock was beginning to chafe from rubbing against the lace, but Eddie moaned into your neck as he sped up. Getting a friction burn was the last thing on his mind.

Taking a curious glance between your thighs, you could just barely see the head of his swollen pink tip every time he pushed forward, pelvis bumping against your ass. You felt yourself clench at the sight of Eddie slipping and sliding between your legs. If you didn't have your panties on, his cock would be rubbing against your pussy, which sounded eyes-rolling-to-the-back-of-your-head amazing.

Maybe you're gonna have to try that again. And, maybe not in a storage room at the Hideout.

‘’I’m not gonna- not gonna last.’’

Getting the message, you squeezed your thighs impossibly tighter and Eddie picked up his pace, fucking into you hard and fast and messy.

Every time he would brush against your clothed pussy, you had to chew on your lip to bite back a needy moan. The lack of direct attention to your own arousal was becoming frustrating, but you knew Eddie would make it up to you later. He always did.

“Gonna cum,” Eddie warned you and, within a second he was spilling out with a grunt, his cum sputtering somewhere on the floor, not really caring about the mess. He pulled back, milking himself on the back of your stockings and ruining them.

Maybe you were mad that he had ruined your stockings. Maybe he had rolled his eyes and slipped them in his jeans pocket to cover the crime scene. No cum-stained stockings in sight, no one to blame for the soiled floor, right?

-

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[stoopystuppy]

crippling heathers headcanons 😭

this is just mostly the Heathers + V & JD ueueueue some of them may be OOC ueueueue

Artistic side

 ▪︎ McNamara:

- she'd be the type to have a cute cartoony and vibrant artstyle, and if it were the modern days, she'd definitely be an animation kid

- artstyle is very inconsistent, one second she’s doing an anime artstyle then the next she suddenly know how to draw semi-realism 

- uses pen, paper, markers and colored pencils but eventually switched to digital 

- isn’t afraid to try other mediums but she’s super comfortable with digital

- doodle!! doodle!! doodles!!

- vents via art

 ▪︎ Duke:

- she’s defo a painter kind of artist (more comfortable with oil painting), draws whatever she sees; objects, old pictures (she sometimes draw her gfs but hides it from them)

- experiments with different mediums

- she’s the type to say “lol yeah this is just a sketch” to a finished-looking output

- hates her works and probably burns them (the others cry for her but she’s like “lmao”)

 ▪︎ Chandler: 

- isn’t really the artistic type but since she’s surrounded with artists she kinda has those amateur artstyle that doesn’t look messy but has no knowledge in anatomy and such

- draws a lot of clothing designs (likes to draw floral designs)

- her gfs support her and they try to make her designs real and they wear it for her

- she just draws for fun or if she’s bored

 ▪︎ Veronica:

- can’t draw for shite, very messy and shaky hands because of coffee and little to no experience

- the type to draw pp for fun

- but fr, she would attempt to do realism and loves drawing with graphites

- does scenery artworks and portraits

- combines traditional and digital (linework in traditional, colorwork in digital)

 ▪︎ JD:

- the type to draw small edgy stickmen but when he draws seriously its like he's a facking god 

- draws in a monotone color (usually black)

- comfortable with using only charcoal and graphites

- throws his art away (the only thing he and Duke bonds over /j) 

▪︎ Martha:

- SHE HAS THE ANIME ARTSTYLE!!!

- loves drawing animals (especially ponies)

- she and McNamara do collabs together

Playing instruments

 ▪︎ Veronica: 

- plays the acoustic and electric guitar, maybe some drums but she likes playing the acoustic guitar more 

- plays the ukulele time to time

- she's also learning to play the bass (being taught by JD) 

- ironically plays the clarinet 

 ▪︎ McNamara: 

- just likes playing the recorder and drums, had lessons for both

- she also plays maracas and harmonica bc she likes annoying her gfs

- is being taught the guitar by Veronica

- loves learning different kind of instruments, although they don’t get used anymore once she finds a new instrument to play (tho if there are similar functions, the skill will go over it)

 ▪︎ Duke:

- was most likely forced to play the violin

- is learning other instruments via her gfs’ and recently fell in love playing the drums

- being taught the drums by both Veronica and McNamara :] 

 ▪︎ Chandler:

- more on vocal but was forced to play the harp or/and piano 

- does duets with Duke <3

- LITERALLY THE ONLY ONE THAT DOESN’T PLAY THE DRUMS BETWEEN THE FOUR OF THEM

- and also the only one that doesn’t have any plans on learning or hoarding other instruments because she’s burnt out with playing the two

▪︎ JD:

- pianist and a self-taught bassist 

- his mom was supportive of him playing the piano and he had piano lessons when she was still around but he stopped learning when she’s gone because he didn’t want to be reminded of her for the longest time

- bought his own bass with his own earned money to distract himself and learned it instead

- good thing for him too because it wasn’t as loud as the piano so his dad doesn’t scold him

- every single time he sees or/and touches a piano, he feels his mom around and would be emotional, he doesn’t have any plan on coming back but gets sentimental when he gets a chance to play it

Texting/Chatting style

 ▪︎ McNamara:

- loves using tone indicators and often uses them in her messages

- she types really fast and would make a lot of typos but fixes them 

- doesn’t care about punctuations and would elongate her words

- loves loves loves using emoticons because she thinks its cute :D especially these ones; ٩(＾◡＾)۶ , (ᗒᗣᗕ) ՞, (づ ◕‿◕ )づ , (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) , (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

- loves using (yellow) emojis like; 💛✨🎉👑🧀

- enjoys keyboard smashing and using caps lock because she thinks it shows her excitement on things or shows how upset she is; "DHMJDKWODUQKOSHWJISJSJZ!!!!!!" and "hdjsksjnsnsnkz"

- laughs in either keyboard smash or “hehe”

- ex;

  Mac-a-: Guysssss i splled milk n the bed :((( /srs

  Mac-a-: spilled* on*  sowwy ╥﹏╥ fnkfianmkf /lu

—--------

  Mac-a-: UWUWEUUWEUWEUWUEWUEWUU✨✨✨✨✨✨

  Chandy: ????

 ▪︎ Veronica:

- uses tone indicator a lot for McNamara, Martha and JD 

- has good punctuation and grammar but does not give a damn about capitalization nor does she put periods at the end of her messages (unlike a certain someone)

- uses "lol" "lmao" and etc in a lower caps

- sends copypasta bc she thinks its funny

- the only time she uses caps lock is when she's screaming or laughing

- ex; 

  -Ronnie: is anyone up for pizza? /genq

  -Ronnie: no? well, that's alright /nm

—--------

   -Ronnie: cum

   Chandy: y am i dating u

 ▪︎ Chandler:

-  she isn’t really up to date with tone indicators and one time someone was ranting and she’s just “ok what the hell is a /neg” and then everyone just screamed at her (via chat form) and told her to shut up (only V and M did that) and that JD was venting lmfao

- she later was then taught about tone indicators and uses it sometimes (only with McNamara)

- uses emojis a lot and laughs with emoji; 😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣

- T A K E S   H O U R S  TO RESPOND but expects you to respond to her quickly 😭 

- she’s too lazy to type so she either uses auto-correct/predictive text thingy to continue her sentences or she literally just have missing letters in her words and go like “wht u doin??”

- her texts are literally either “r u hre? ive been waitin 4 u🙄😒😪” or “Are You Here? I’ve Been Waiting For You 🙄😒😪” (auto-correct/predictive text)

- followed by that is 3791874218 missed calls from her

- IRONICALLY SENDS THOSE “GOOD MORNING” GIFS FHIWAINFISAF and McNamara’s the only one who hearts it and replies with a “GOOD MORNING!!!”

 ▪︎ Duke:

- talking to her would literally be like talking to a bot or reading a research paper, bc of that she’s such a dry texter

- girls got proper punctuation, proper grammar and capitalization, EVERYTHING

- often gets annoyed when she sees grammar mistakes and would fix it for the person

- will literally type a whole paragraph scolding you to type better 

- doesn’t laugh in “haha’s”, just uses “lol” in lowercase, uses "lmao" after every offense towards others or herself

- barely text/chat and would rather just vc and send vm instead and then McNamara and Chandler join her and they all just started sending vms (V: w..what?)

- ex; 

  Dandy: Don't forget, we have an assignment due later at 4PM.

  Mac-a-: waIT WHAT??!?!

—--------

  Dandy: I hate myself lmao.

  Chandy: dont 😐😘💞

  Dandy: K.

—--------

  Dandy: I want to kill someone.

  John Doe: same.

  Pony Martha: You guys are /j right? 😊😊

  Dandy: *seen*

  John Doe: *seen*

  Mac-a-: aRE YALL /J OR /SRS!??!!??!?!?!??!

▪︎ JD:

- types slowly and somehow still makes typos and he doesn't fix them

- he just lets other people interpret what he's typing because he doesn't give a damn about them

- nor does he give a damn about proper punctuation and grammar although he adds a period at the end of his messages

- just uses tone indicators for Martha, Veronica and McNamara

- uses emojis but only the edgy looking ones; 🖤💔🔪🔫⚰🥀

- laughs in “haha’s” and doesn’t use acronyms

- ex;  

   John Doe: wnns sese my hmsrerz.

   Chandy: what

   -Ronnie: sure

   John Doe: *sends pics of his hamsters*

—--------

   Chandy: istg ur worse than me

   John Doe: slay.

#heathers the musical #heathers #heather chandler #heather mcnamara #heather duke #veronica sawyer #jason dean #martha dunnstock #heathers headcanon #implied poly heathers + V #believe it or not but i have more ahuehuehue #randof stuffs

[beast-towers]

Further in the facility, in a lonely cell housed a woman. Sitting in a corner as her legs hid her head; one of her sleeves was ripped and now partially covered in some bandages, due to being injected with the Joy Serum.

Feeling physically sick and her mind spinning into confusion, a false happiness trying to claw its way in. Yet she is very resistant to not give these people the satisfaction of seeing her joining them or cracking with a twisted smile. All she can do is try to sleep it off to let the serum pass, but there was one thought that’s keeping her mind anchored… her sons.

Tears began to form as she thought about the twins. Are my boys okay? Are they truly safe? Did these monsters also went after them?… so many thoughts flooded her mind; only to finally snap out of her thought as a soft male voice echoed.

“Are you okay?…” He asked. Causing the woman to look up to the window of her cell wall to meet a man. “They didn’t bring you to those other sections, didn’t they?”

“I’m… okay, just very exhausted. No… I think? All I do remember was when they tried to held me down in here to inject me with… whatever they had… I’m still feeling very lightheaded from it…” She responded, feeling somewhat relieved she isn’t the only one here… what ever here was. “Do you know where we are?… I was with my sons when we wanted to ride on a roller coaster, but I couldn’t get on due the ride being full…”

“We are in the Sanctuary. If I remember correctly, that’s what they called it… it’s rubbed by an organization named, The Ministry of Joy… more like the Ministry of Hell.” The man huffed out with anger. Yet he calms himself as he looked over to the woman again. “I do apologize for not introducing myself. My name is Alden Belle, I’ve been investigating the disappearances that the Ministry took part. I’ve … never imagined a theme park held a dark secret….”

“A pleasure to meet you, Alden. My name is Nicole Alonso, funny enough I’m also in that department branch…” Nicole spoke, yet Alden noticed a surprised look on her face.. “This place… they kidnapped people…? But why?…” She thought until hearing Alden’s voice again.

“Have you also received reports of people disappearing in the United Kingdom?” He asked, which made Nicole look to the side.

“Yes. I’ve tried to research before I had to take a break and I left to be.. here. I passed on the case to my colleagues back home..” She sighs with a truthful shame. She wasn’t the only one who also took on the investigation; others tried everything in their power to find them… but no one succeeded.

Now silence filled the room for the two, until Alden perked up again. “It’s… not your fault. I can tell you wanted to help… of course you do need your time to be mentally prepared. We can move on from that for now. I do remember you saying you have sons, how old are they?”

“They’re both eighteen. My twin boys… Thomas and Tobias. My Rock-N-Roll stars.” Nicole softly chuckled, as a warm motherly smile formed. “Their father taught them to play the guitar and drums when they were young, and now they use their musical passion to remember their father. What about you? Do you have children?”

Alden smiled softly upon hearing Nicole talk about her sons. “Living stars in the making. And I do! Her name is Eleanor, a very clever girl. She’s trying to learn how to be an investigator like myself, but I feel like her mother taught her very well puzzle solving skills.” He softly chuckled, but a small itch of realization hits him. Now unsure if it’s a good idea to ask her about her husband.

“Do you believe this god forsaken place is now trying to find our children? Making sure to… leave no trace behind?” Alden asked with worry, causing the woman to huff up.

“If they do I will rip this place into pieces! I… already lost someone important to me. I will fight to the bitter end to make sure my sons are safe… they’ve done everything for me… I can’t lose them…” Nicole hissed protectively, yet a sense of sorrow began to emerge as tears formed.

“We’re not. And we’re not going to let them.” Alden gave a determined look. “I have a plan. I’ve been studying their time visit to… well that. One comes in while the other wait or guard, if we pretend that we’re sick, we can team up to fight them off and make a break for it.”

“As long they’re not in a big group, I’ll do it.” Nicole lay here head on her arms, looking very tired. “Thank you, Alden… I’m honestly glad you are here to talk… I needed that.”

“Same here Nicole… please rest as you can. We will find our freedom…” Alden said, as he sat back down to watch while Nicole rests. As soon as Nicole fell asleep, Alden began to whisper softly, “Mary… please watch over us and Eleanor… I pray to god she is safe… especially Nicole’s sons… Please continue to give us strength to fight back…”

To be continued…

#the smiler #the smiler alton towers #the smiler oc #the ministry of joy #ministry of joy #eternal echoes #eternal smiles

[lorebite]

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings: 18+ minors dni. cursing. fem/afab reader. suggestive content (some dirty talk, cunnilingus, slight hair pulling, finger sucking, exhibitionism (?), tinsy bit of begging, gentle dom reader, soft subby Eddie). strangers to more. praises and pet names.

summary: the cute metalhead over at The Hideout has the eyes for you. He seems so sweet, you can't help but imagine what it would be like to see him at his knees before you.

note: hello, yes. my very first Eddie fic. i have recurring daydreams of him as a sweet lil subby boy so i thought i'd finally share some of them. i hope you enjoy. 🤍

Tuesday nights were quite special for you – less dull, less draining; and above all, less lonely. Sure, your shifts at The Hideout barely left any room for play but those nights of the week, you particularly looked forward to the jovial company of one Eddie Munson.

He was a delight to be around; with his permanent cheeky grin carving his face and round twinkling eyes peering up at you from beneath the curtain of his fringe, it was impossible not to be fond of the sweet boy.

Especially, when he gave you the eyes.

Oh, he did and you were damn well aware of that. Whenever he sat down at the bar after finishing a gig; he watched you with eager eyes as you poured him a drink, a palm propped under his chin and mouth twisted into a lazy grin. His stare rarely moved from you, following the back-and-forth sway of your hands as you waved the cocktail shaker above the bar table.

Though he always insisted that he could go for a beer instead but seeing as his first drink of the night was so generously offered to him for free – without the knowledge of your boss above that – he would let you have your way for a round.

Not that he didn’t like whatever fancy ingredient you tried to sneak for him in his glass, or the sharp tone of your voice as you lightly scolded him into silence to which he immediately listened. The temptation of you looking after him, even in that minuscule dose, was hard to shake when you kept reminding him of a favor you promised you were going to hold him to.

Whatever that was though, he could hardly predict its nature of; but the flash of mischief in your eyes as you spoke it sparked a pleasant shock of heat in his belly and it left him wondering if you meant what he thought you did.

He, simply put, loved the attention from you – loved when your eyes were on him, when your fingers unwittingly brushed his as you handed him his vibrant glass of cocktail and the smile on your face that was only directed at him. No matter how terribly vulnerable and small your almost scrutiny made him feel, to begin with. It only tempted him to close that little remaining distance between you. Figuratively and literally.

And you, of course, have also noticed the way Eddie seemed to shrink whenever your gaze was on him, though he rarely ever avoided it. He held your eyes with a deep wash of pink across his cheeks which sometimes he tried to hide, in a way he futilely believed to be discreet, by kneading his face with the knuckles of one hand as he stirred his drink with a middle finger of another.

He was just adorable and oh, so delicious! The way his eyes lit up every time his name rolled off your tongue or those far from rare occasions when you called him sweetheart. He fucking loved that one. And you loved the subtle twitch of his lips as his smile broadened. You always wondered how he would react to the plethora of other names you so wanted to call him – baby boy sitting on the very top of the list.

Your mind wasn’t a complete stranger to those filthy thoughts. Oh, no, not at all! The side of him you witnessed after his gigs was different to the one he let come out on the crammed stage in the back of the bar; hair flying around him like a crown, skilled fingers skimming the guitar strings and feet kicking the ground in time with the heavy beats of the drums, all while his features were contorted into that scowl that deepened when the song rose and coiled into one crushing wave of noise – a sound you felt deep in your chest that only helped make your heart race quicker.

And then, when the show was finally over, he would turn into a meek little lamb sat behind the bar table where he listened to you talk and marveled at the way your face glowed underneath the neon lights. This side of him, the diluted playfulness and innocent wonder he seemed to only unravel for you, was what you adored the most. And you have thought on more than one occasion about how soft and needy he’d sound begging under you for sweet release.

Oh, you surely weren’t a complete stranger to that thought.

And tonight, the thought seemed to have swelled tenfold. It was just another Tuesday night, another slow shift; but Eddie’s boyish grin and round awestruck eyes were playing right into the hands of that ticklish heat within your core.

Your own eyes could barely move from his carefree sprawl on the wooden stool across from you, following his finger as it dipped into the fuzzy cocktail, giving it an absentminded stir before raising its coated tip to slide between the seam of his lips, completely oblivious to the dire effect that small gesture had on you. And when his glistening lips showed upon releasing that finger with an impish pop, you swallowed thickly, drawing a wavering gulp of breath.

You wanted to fucking ruin him!

You could barely hear him talk at this point; attention lost to the fog of wandering heated thoughts that only grew thicker and thicker as you listened to the echo of his voice rising above the languid air of the bar as the hour drew near to closing time; and your mind kept playing back to you the potential whiny ring of his voice dancing around your name in tearful pleas.

Your eyes made a distracted search of the vicinity, hands fixated on cleaning the same damn pint of beer for the past few indefinite minutes.

Eddie caught on eventually after asking a question you failed to answer in time. Or at all. He craned his neck down, eyes peering up inquisitively as his mouth remained slack with a pending question. He waved his fingers hesitantly before following your object of focus with his eyes to find nothing of what had captivated your attention.

“Hey, um, you’re okay?” He started slowly, waving his hand again. “Look, if I’m talking too much just give me the word,” a sheepish smile crossed his face. “I don’t wanna be bugging you—”

Whipping your head back to him, you finally set down the pint before interrupting him, “No, no. It’s fine. I’m just a bit distracted. That’s all.”

His lazy smile returned to his face as a gentle huff of laughter left him, eyes turning easy once again. His fingers danced on the rim of his now empty glass, his other hand sat just under his cheek, squeezing the soft bit of flesh up to his eye.

“Yeah? Am I that distracting?”

Your brows rose high on your forehead and you suddenly felt the urge to busy your hands with something again. You leaned forward on the edge of the table, your face adorned with a faint playful smirk, drawing temptingly close to Eddie’s. You didn’t fail to notice how his gaze immediately fell to your lips before he lifted his chin to look up at you.

“Very, very distracting.” You rasped. “You never let me focus. It always makes me think of all the ways I can shut you up.”

Eddie leaned away from you, face suddenly flushed and eyes wide. “Whoa, okay! I was not expecting that response,” a nervous fit of breathless laughter rumbled in his throat, roiling his voice as he spoke. “Fuck, I just — wow — I just dug my own fucking grave with that, didn’t I?”

You shrugged, your smile turning wolfish. He leaned back closer to you again, voice falling deep and suggestive, eyes slowly wandering up and down your body.

“You really think you can do it?”

“You think I can’t?”

“I don’t know, (L/N). I think you’ve gotta prove it to me now. Cos I really wanna see you do it.”

You pushed away from the table, lips still curved in your crooked grin. You only needed to make a small jerk of your head for Eddie to glance over his shoulder in caution before he was up and sliding his legs over the tabletop to you.

He hopped down in front of you, face now cast in the shadow of his fringe under the cheap ceiling lights as he beamed. His arms caged you against the table, pressing you tightly to its wooden edge with his body as his face came mere inches to yours.

“Hi,” he said quietly through his grin, the tip of his nose brushing shyly over yours. “What a twi – mph!”

You burrowed your fingers in Eddie’s hair and pulled his lips to yours. And just as you had imagined, he whimpered softly into the kiss, his confidence wavering instantly against your touch.

He melted in your arms as they wound loosely around his shoulders, bringing him that much closer to yourself. He moaned against your lips as your hips met roughly – a piercing gasp that flitted from his tongue to yours. 

His hand pressed indents into your spine, his other rising to pull away his unruly hair from his neck as your lips trailed down the length of his throat, leaving feverish wet kisses in their wake. He bit his trembling lip, the low hum of his voice turning loud and shrill as your teeth scraped teasingly along his skin. 

He hissed a curse, head falling back on his shoulders to moan freely into the air, his hips bucking absentmindedly into yours, his fingers desperately gripping your shirt. You chuckled under his ear and you felt him shudder against you, a shaky sigh slipping through his parted lips. 

Eddie stammered your name, a question etched deep into the broken sound of his voice. You grinned, holding the side of his face as your lips found the ridge of his jaw. The simple action rendered him completely speechless, air knotting in his throat as he blinked and struggled to gather his wit.

“What is it, baby boy?” You urged sweetly and he whimpered again, more loudly this time. It made heat flutter in your core. Your tongue sat against his cheek before tracing up the side of his face in a torturous wet stripe. He cursed under his breath once more, his body writhing ever so slightly against yours. You cooed at him. “Aw, sweetheart. You like it when I call you that?”

You leaned back and away from him, a thin thread of saliva trailing from his heated skin to your lips. Eddie slowly inclined his head to meet your eyes, his chest heaving heavily as his sharp uneven breaths fled through the small gap between his glistening flushed lips. 

Confusion danced in his wide brown eyes, lust-blown pupils reflecting the many shining specks of light overhead as he searched your face for what had caused you to pull away. You cocked your head, watching him with a crooked smile sat in the corner of your mouth. His lips fluttered aimlessly before he managed to croak his barely formed question.

“What—what’s wrong—”

“Shhh,” You said softly, pushing a gentle hand to his shoulder. He obeyed the silent demand, sinking to his knees on the cold hard tiles at your feet. He stared up at you then, eyes sweet and round, patiently waiting for your next order. You smirked. “Let’s see what else that smart mouth can do.”

From where he was, you towered like a foreboding deity over him – an all consuming divinity with sweet mercy at the tips of her fingers. Ask and receive was what he could hear you say even as it hung unspoken above the electrifying tension in the air. 

He cradled your hips in his warm palms, head tilting back to hold your sharp eyes as they undid him raw right there underneath them. His face distorted with needy plea; kiss-swollen lips permanently curved in a silent circle before he spoke again.

“Can I – please can I taste you, baby? I’ll make you feel so fucking good. I promise.”

You muttered your permission and a faint smile shadowed over Eddie’s face before he carefully unbuttoned your pants; his eyes locked upon yours, drinking in every flicker of emotion, every slip of reaction as he pulled the rough fabric down your legs and exposed your skin to the cold midnight air.

He curled his fingers around your legs and pressed his lips to your thigh, slow chaste kisses traversing the smooth span of your skin up to your pussy. Hooking two fingers behind the waistband of your panties, he pulled the already damp strip of fabric down to your ankles. A soft sigh escaped him as he stared at your now exposed sex with glimmering awe in his eyes. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he whined. “Do you have any idea how much I wanted to do this—” his lips pressed in an open-mouthed kiss to your mound. A soft moan hummed in the back of his throat. “—for how fucking long? You’re perfect, baby. So fucking perfect.” 

The tip of his tongue soon found your throbbing clit and you moaned breathlessly at the wet pressure that claimed you. Your fingers sunk instinctively into the crown of his hair and coiled taut around the roots, rousing a low growl from him.

His mouth was pure torture upon you – lips cupping around your swollen bud to suck harshly and noisily in one moment; and in the next, his tongue wormed out to sit flat against it and draw a slow lap up your sopping cunt, coaxing short quivery sighs through your lips once your moans let up enough. 

You fought against pushing his face deeper into you but quickly failed as Eddie continued to play with you, refusing to pick up his pace at all. You groaned.

“Eddie – fuck –­  faster — go fucking faster.”

He hummed, the sound vibrating against you and making you buck your hips into his face. His hands held you tightly, fingers pressing greedily into your thighs as he now buried his face in your pussy, his mouth molding hot like scorched iron on your clit.

You leaned back to the bar table, bracing a hand against it as your other pulled tighter in Eddie’s hair. He groaned heatedly, his feverish breaths caressing your soaked skin and waking goosebumps down along your spine. 

His hand soon left your thigh to paw desperately at himself, his palm enveloping his hard bulge over his jeans and practically fucking himself into his hand, spurred by the generous high gasps of moan tipping off your lips. He whined through the rapid flutters of his tongue, the broken noise hitching with his harsh panting. 

Numbing hot tension built fast and tight deep inside you, the warmth within your core turning fevered and ready to overflow. Your legs trembled as you stalked ever closer to your peak, knees growing light and your breaths shallow and erratic. Eddie caught onto it immediately. His desperation swelled as so did your need for release.

“Mmm, shit, baby,” he drawled. “Please cum for me. I want it so bad. Give it to me, baby. Cum all over my fucking face.”

Soon his moans were weaving in and out of yours, they too rising higher and more frenzied as if he was getting off on pleasuring you alone. And once you came undone with a short breathless cry tearing from your throat, his own deep sigh of satisfaction became buried beneath the sweet sound of you pulling free from the confines of delicious tension. 

He peppered your thighs with gentle kisses as you came down, your fingers finally loosening their grip on his hair. 

You looked down at Eddie, eyes lidded and mind slowly clearing from the thick cloud of lust. He met your gaze, his cheeky grin breaking upon his lips again. His face glistened with streaks of your arousal. Even the tips of his hair that framed his cheeks were soaked with slick and clung to his skin.

You lifted a thumb to his mouth and swiped gently over his flushed lips, collecting a smear of your wetness as you held his chin with two fingers. He kissed the pad of your digit as it pried just barely into the gap between his lips. He let his tongue out to make a shy lap up the tip of your thumb before he sucked it into his mouth. 

His eyes fluttered shut as he savored your taste once more on your digit, moaning softly through the wet noises of his mouth sucking on the length of your thumb.

“Good boy,” you rasped, a smirk playing across your lips. “Good fucking boy. You deserve a reward for being so obedient. Don’t you think so, sweetheart?”

Eddie opened his eyes again, your thumb still burrowed deep onto his tongue. The plea was well evident in his wide twinkling pupils as he peered up at you. He nodded fervently.

“I didn’t hear a yes.”

“Yes, please.”

You grinned as he mumbled his quick muffled response before removing your hand to press it instead to his cheek. He leaned into your touch, nuzzling his face against your palm like a purring kitten. God, he was so fucking precious!

“Attaboy.” 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #stranger things imagine

[dingusfreakhxrrington]

More Than A Feeling, 03

pairing: eddie munson X fem!reader

fic summary: life only gets harder for y/n wheeler when she develops a friendship with the town freak, eddie munson. as one of the most popular girls at school she should absolutely not be associating with the likes of eddie but she couldn’t help but feel more herself when he's around. what will happen when she finds herself struggling with the expectations put on her by her friends, catching feelings for the local freak, and finding herself swept up in the latest town mystery?

chapter warnings: mentions of drugs, mentions of selling drugs, unofficial name for freak 1

chapter word count: 2.1k

song of the day: heaven’s on fire, kiss

chapters: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, more coming soon...

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Chapter 3

“Don’t stay out too late!” your mother called as you opened the door.

“I won’t don’t worry!”

You closed the door behind you, eagerly heading towards the van parked on the other side of the street.

Eddie leaned over, opening the door to let you hop in next to him. “Hey.”

“Hey.” You returned his greeting with a smile, looking forward to hanging out with him and his bandmates.

Although the two of you had little other to do than make small talk on the way there, you enjoyed every little conversation. You talked about how you were doing in your classes, or rather how Eddie was determined to do better in his classes so he would finally be able to graduate. You also spoke about what kind of music you liked, all of which Eddie couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow to.

The drive wasn’t long and soon you were heading into an open garage.

Three of Eddie’s friends were already there, presumably the other members of the band. You recognised all of them, although you weren’t sure of their names. They all stopped what they were doing to greet Eddie but before long their eyes were all set on you.

“Hey guys, we have an audience today. I hope you don’t mind,” Eddie proclaimed, gesturing towards you as he began plugging his guitar in.

“Hi.” Hesitantly, you waved at the boys, unsure if they would be comfortable having you there.

“Y/n Wheeler?” One of the boys questioned, clearly surprised to see you of all people showing up to band practice along with Eddie.

Eddie swung his guitar over his shoulder and began to check if was in tune. “Uh-huh. Y/n this is Gareth, Jeff and Mark. Guys, you know y/n, Mike’s sister. She wanted to see us play so I invited her over.”

As you stood there, waiting for any sign that they were okay with you being there, your nerves began to get the better of you. You didn’t know what they thought of you after all and the least you wanted to do was intrude.

“Well then, we better give her a good show,” Gareth declared, sitting in front of his drums with confidence in his eyes.

Relief flooded through you when they all went back to what they were doing, acting almost as if you weren’t even there. As they finished setting up their instruments Eddie pulled over a box for you to sit on, graciously dusting off the top with his sleeve.

You took a seat, getting startled slightly when the music began. The sound of Eddie’s electric guitar tore through the room as the drums began to properly kick in. They were all so into the music, heads banging along as they played.

Eddie traversed the room, walking between his friends to play with each of them side by side. It wasn’t long before he was half dancing as he played, feet stomping along as he rocked back and forth.

You listened to song after song, applauding every single one. Although you weren’t sure what you had been expecting, they were good, really good. Just sitting there, taking it all in, opened a whole new world of music to you.

Sure you had heard that kind of music before — enjoyed listening to it even — but with your social circle, you hadn’t ever really been able to fully appreciate it.

After a handful of songs, they stopped for a break. Gareth and Jeff headed inside to get snacks and water for everyone while Mark decided to use the time wisely and headed for the bathroom for a quick toilet break. With everyone else being elsewhere you and Eddie were left to talk for a moment.

“So, what do you think? Be honest if we suck, I can take it.”

You laughed at his remark, dismissing it entirely. “Suck? You guys were awesome!”

He scratched the side of his head, eyes drifting around the room as if avoiding your own. “You really think so?”

“Yeah, I loved it.”

His eyes flickered back to you, twinkling as a sunny smile planted itself on his face. “Well, there’s more where that came from.”

For another two hours, you watched as they played, cheering them on from where you sat. The longer you were with them, the more at home you felt and before you knew it you were on your feet jumping to the music.

Whenever they stopped between songs you would talk to them about things. You’d learn something new about each of them or talk about the music, listening as they discussed what song to play next. They were fun to talk to, even fun to just sit and hang out with. You could understand why Eddie was friends with them, they shared a lot of similarities but they also accepted each other as they were. Not to mention, they were all so well accustomed to how loud Eddie’s personality could be.

“Thank you for having me over. Oh, and Gareth, thank your mom for the sandwiches.”

“You’re welcome anytime y/n. You’re actually pretty cool, you know,” Gareth admitted with a smile, waving you goodbye as you began to walk over to Eddie’s van.

Neither you nor Eddie spoke while you made your way home, though it was a comfortable silence. He had the radio on but it was much quieter than usual, although you had a feeling he had turned it down for your benefit rather than his own. You had been listening to them play for a few hours now after all and it was loud, a lot louder than what you were used to. Not that you minded though, it had been fun.

“Do you play any music?”

The sudden question caught you a little off guard.

“You mean like actually play an instrument? No, I don’t. I guess I sing sometimes but I’m not really any good,” you confessed.

He turned his head towards you, expression full of curiosity. “You know I’ve gotta hear you sing now, right?”

You dismissed the idea with a stern shake of your head. “Yeah, no.”

“Oh come on Wheeler, there’s musical talent in there somewhere. I just know it.”

Not ready to give in you sighed. “What would I even sing? You wouldn’t like any of the songs I know anyway. I think the most metal song I knew before meeting you was ‘hit me with your best shot’.”

Eddie chuckled at your remark and didn’t press on the matter any further.

“Where were you earlier? At school I mean, I didn’t see you at lunch. Well, not until you snuck up on me in the hall.”

He thought for a moment, as if unsure of how to reply.

“I had a sale to do.”

“A sale?” you questioned.

He nodded. “Yeah, I uh, I sell weed sometimes. And other things… You know, around by the bench in the woods?”

You looked confused and he turned to you, his eyes narrowing. “You really don’t know? I swear you’re the only person in all of Hawkins High that doesn’t know I sell.”

“Well, I’ve never really needed to know who the local drug dealers were,” you laughed, brushing off his unorthodox occupation.

“So you’ve never even tried it? Like, ever?”

“I mean, I have once or twice. Only at parties though,” you admitted.

He was quiet for a moment, fingers quietly tapping along to the radio as he hummed.

“What?”

“Just wondering what little miss perfect is like when she’s stoned, or just letting loose at a party. It’s hard to imagine you with that kind of crowd. I mean, I know your friends party but you or Chirssy? There’s no way,” he chuckled, clearly far too amused by the idea of you actually going all out at a party.

“Hey, I’ll have you know I’m great fun at parties,” you protested, “Chrissy too.”

He shook his head as he turned into your street. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Tired of his teasing you childishly poked your tongue out at him and jumped out of the van. When you turned to close the door, Eddie was already smirking. “See you Monday, Wheeler.”

“See you Monday, Munson,” you replied with a roll of your eyes before closing the door with a bang.

You had barely made it to your room when Mike came over to you. Sticking his nose into your business once again. “So you guys like actually hang out now too?”

“Yep, looks like it. Why do you care so much anyway?”

“I don’t. It’s just weird you’re suddenly friends with Eddie. You’re not going to join hellfire too are you?”

You flopped onto your bed with a laugh. “Don’t worry, I don’t have any plans of crashing your precious little D&D club.”

When you arrived at work the next day both Steve and Robin were already there, too busy debating Steve’s love life again. When you were looking for a weekend job for a little extra cash, Robin was the one who hooked you up with a job at family video.

Work was pretty boring but being able to hang out with them was nice, even if most of your conversations with them were kind of dumb. Chatting about the latest movie, Steve complaining about Dustin, Robin lovingly bullying Steve, them actually asking you about school every once in a while. They were two peas in a pod that completely did your head in sometimes but they were your friends and you wouldn’t change that for the world.

When they finally noticed your presence they both said hi, only to drag you into their conversation. Robin was convinced that Steve was trying too hard and going on too many dates. You, on the other hand, knew it was because he was still in love with your sister.

When they were still dating you and Steve were not friends, to say the least. In fact, you pretty much hated him. He was a douche, after all. After they broke up, however, and he was dragged into the fight against the Upsidedown he became less of a douche, much to everyone’s surprise. Still, through it all, you had known just how much he cared about Nancy and seen how much he loved her. Even now he was still pining over her, even if he wouldn’t admit it himself.

That was why he was struggling so much with the ladies, not because he was trying too hard. Although that definitely didn’t help.

You and Robin teased him about the topic for a while, so much so that he could only get the two of you off his back when he was helping customers. 

After finishing up with a customer Steve turned to you and asked, “Enough about me. What about you, y/n? I heard you’re hanging out with Munson now too?”

With furrowed brows, you tilted your head. “Where’d you hear that?”

Robin rolled her eyes. “Dustin hasn’t shut up about it and, as a result, neither has Steve.”

“I just don’t get what’s so great about this guy, first Dustin and now you too y/n?” Steve complained, clearly wounded that Dustin had another person to look up to in his life.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Dustin won’t replace you. Me though? I might,” you teased with a smirk.

“I’m not worried he’ll replace me-”

“Sure you aren’t.” Robin sympathetically patted his shoulder as she walked by with a pile of movies in hand.

Steve only sighed, “Okay, maybe I’m a little worried.”

You and Robin met eyes as she pushed one of the movies back onto the shelf, both giggling at the crisis Steve had found himself in.

“Since when were you friends with him anyway? Isn’t he kind of, you know, outside your usual crowd?”

“I don’t know, since a few days ago I guess and besides, aren’t you guys a ‘little outside my usual crowd’ too? You know I don’t just stick to one social circle, Steve.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded. “I guess you’re right, just don’t go getting yourself into any trouble.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, Steve. I’m a big girl, I can choose my own friends.”

You knew Steve was just looking out for you, Eddie was known as the school freak to him too after all. You’d also noticed how Eddie had the kind of personality that could quickly deter others from interacting with him and actually trying to get to know him. I mean walking across tables in the cafeteria yelling about things was only one example you could think of to explain how boisterous he could be. 

Despite expecting him to be mean and rude, in the time you’d spent actually talking to him you had quickly come to learn that he was actually a decent person, even if others didn’t think so. A decent person who you actually wanted to be friends with, someone you were looking forward to seeing at school again on Monday.

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[the-type-a]

Rock Band AU

Courtney is the main vocalist & occasionally plays the guitar, Duncan is the lead guitarist, Gwen on drums & idk who else could be involved bcuz this is just an idea I’ve been throwing around in my head

-Duncney were together before the band was formed and stayed together till they reached stardom BUT they eventually break up due to many reasons (omg) and they decide to stay “cordial” for the band(which took a lot of convincing from the other members)

-Duncan wanted to live the “true rockstar lifestyle” and in his mind he couldn’t do that in a relationship because he’s dumb

-Courtney of course lets the fame get to her and becomes a bit controlling of the band

-Courtney writing diss songs about Duncan while he just has to stfu and perform them with her(tensions rise)

-all the members partake in substance abuse because well, it’s a rock band au and it adds to the drama lmao so Duncan livin’ like a rock star, Courtney does it to deal with the stress but will deny it profusely, and the other members need it just to deal with both of them and their drama

-so Duncan’s an asshole and the substances don’t help but just imagine.. Courtney in the green room fighting GROUPIES out of jealousy, oh the press has a field day because of “inside sources” leaking pics and vids 👀

-Of course any time there’s negative media about Courtney, Duncan goes wild on twitter(unless he’s mad at her) and his PR Team has to take his phone away.. he very much fights his own fans lol

-ofc there’s Gw*ncan shippers because drama & that adds even more tension between the members, Courtney’s insecure & gwen’s like “man I just wanna play the drums STOP”

-Ok but like also Courtney’s sick of seeing girls leave Duncan’s trailer so she gets her first groupie OR maybe she hooks up with a band member from a band their touring with and Duncan finds out? Oh boy.

-ok but on-stage drama?? Duncney just glaring at eachother while performing and Duncan smashes his guitar or Courtney gets all in his face, belting out lyrics dissing him specifically

-DRUNKney in either ones trailers after a show, both just crying about how much they love and can’t live without each other but the next day they act like nothing happened because they’re both stupid messes

-Ok but imagine the mess at awards shows, Courtney being the only sober one while her band mates act a fool?? Red carpet drama?? Blowing up at the paparazzi for invasive questions?? Oml

-Duncan is very much toxic in this and despite him living the rockstar life, he hates seeing Courtney do the same, Gwen will always call him out on it and he plays dumb like BOI

-Ok but awe imagine Duncan writing love songs for Courtney in the beginning and vice versa, a few of them are their most popular songs so they HAVE to perform them, ouch. There’s definitely compilations of their performances where they look at each other with heartbreak and longing(also compilations of their on-stage drama lmao)

-Ok but Courtney’s main look is Bell bottoms, chunky heeled boots & a Bustier(very much inspired by Selena thnx) but she didn’t start this look until she became single which had Duncan punching the air

-Ok but Tour Bus drama?? All of them in a cramped space, the boys are messy, the girls have too much stuff, they can’t get away from each other when fighting because they’re all stuck in the same small vicinity lol

-ok but the bands sound is constantly changing but stays within the rock genre because of all their different aesthetics which makes them so popular because they bring in fans that have different tastes✨ There’s definitely an insane amount of arguing whenever writing/producing a new album lmao

There’s eventually a happy ending or something Idk I just need a trashy, drama filled fic full of rockstar aesthetic and good tunes✨ but add more if you’d like & who could the other members be?? Omg

Omfg I love these so much! Definitely need a Rock Band AU!!

I immediately thought of this fanart from way back when.

Color by daanton and lineart by TDI-Exile on DA

I know Bridgette’s on the drums in it but like either way it’s a vibe.

The tension this band has to endure from Duncney is unreal. I can imagine everyone needing couching for whenever they do interviews because if not?? They would spill so much tea!

This might be a hot take but like, Geoff being the tour manager? He’d 100% know how to get good business for them. All the clubs, bars, stadiums?

Omfg DJ as their head of security? Bodyguard DJ!!! Everyone sees him and just knows not to try some stupid shit. He’s rock solid and will shut shut down when it comes to protecting the band.

Idk about anything else lol you pretty much nailed it with this one ❤️‍🔥

#duncney #td courtney #td duncan #total drama courtney #total drama duncan #td gwen #total drama gwen #td bridgette #total drama bridgette #td geoff #total drama geoff #td dj #total drama dj #killer bass 5 #kb5

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UPDATE DAY!!!! Whoot whoot (insert happy dance GIF here).

Chapter 8/15, preview below ⬇️

FIC WARNINGS: (take effect in ch 11) Original Character Death, Missing Child, Child Death, Drowning (heed all tags on ao3)

FIC SUMMARY: Julie and Reggie form a deep friendship after meeting through their brothers (“We’re FRIENDS! Stop making it weird!”). He and his friends (and bandmates) help bring her out of the fog of grief, reconnecting her with the music that she’d thought she’d lost with her mother. Over the course of a summer, the tables turn and Julie finds herself showing up for Reggie in ways that they could have never expected.

CHAPTER RELATIONSHIPS: Julie/Luke, Julie & Flynn, Flynn & Reggie, Luke & Reggie, pre-Reggie/Bobby, Flynn & Alex, Julie & Bobby, pre-Carrie/Flynn, Julie & Ray, Julie & Victoria, Victoria & Ray

CHAPTER OPENING SCENE:

The boys leave Julie and Luke to write in peace for as long as they can before interrupting to take her home for dinner. They’ve made solid progress and now that the words are flowing, Julie is feeling a lot more confident in their ability to pull this off. She eats with her family (no, the boys aren’t staying again. Reggie has to go get his brother and they don’t want to intrude. “You’re never an intrusion!”) and then runs up to her room to keep the momentum going. Her and Luke text back and forth before committing to a video call to keep working until she can barely keep her eyes open and heads to bed with melodies and lyrics rolling around in her head. 

They work on the song when the boys make good on their promise to show up at Stevie and Carlos’ game and in any spare moment they can find. It’s completed in good time and they both feel that she’s invested enough into it to credit it as “hers” though everyone is well aware of how rarely songwriting happens in a vacuum. The bass, drum, and guitar parts are fine tuned when they show it to the others and by the weekend, they have a song that all of them are happy with and they’re ready to start rehearsing in earnest. 

Flynn joins Julie on her typical Saturday jaunt to the boy’s studio, excited for a preview of their song.

They play through ‘Edge of Great’ a few times, making small adjustments as they go. When all five of them are comfortable with how it’s sounding and they’re ready for a break, Flynn speaks up. “Didn’t y’all finish another song together too?”

Luke’s eyes go wide and he turns a very effective pair of puppy dog eyes on Julie who laughs, “we didn’t write me into it!”

“Yet!” he rebuts with a grin.

She raises an eyebrow, “yet?”

Luke nods solemnly. “Yet,” he confirms. “But I can hear how your voice will work with it.”

He shows her what he’s hearing and she nods along, picking up exactly what he’s laying out.

When she’s ready, he returns to his spot to start playing and Alex counts them in. She’s intimately familiar with the arrangement already and they decide to run through it without the keyboard. It’s just for fun, after all. And because it’s just for fun, she decides to dance around as she sings, putting on a performance for Flynn and getting lost in the song. 

She makes an in-the-moment executive decision to turn the bridge into a call and response and moves over to Luke, pointing her microphone at him to indicate that he should repeat her lines. As they sing together, Reggie smiles and looks back at Alex who’s watching the duo with a huge grin of his own. Bobby is exchanging his own look with Flynn who is also grinning at the two of them.

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#nobodys fics #underneath the undertow #<- why haven't I been tagging that? #jatp #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #juke #flynn taylor #reggie peters #bobby shaw #alex mercer