#also my take on the band au i like to think the music they play is a mixture of poshlaya molly and pierce the veil

[starwarsbian]

can you feel my heart?

listened to can you feel my heart by bring me the horizon the entire time

p in v, fingering, finger sucking,,leather? pet names, established relationship, emo boy anakin, modern au

tw cw: rough sex, knife play mention, gun play mention, breeding if you squint, impact play, degrading, pussy slapping dick piercing Sorry LOL…

a/n: i would luv to write a part two LOL this is my first time like publically posting smth i wrote be nice to me i also refuse to use capitalization just read it anyway it is also not proofread! at all

anakin pulls up right outside your house in his shitty beater car, and you expect nothing less from him. he looks quite scary to other people, you think, and he is kind of an asshole but he makes up for it.

you get in the car and watch as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth swearing under his breath over how good you look—he’s obsessed. his lip piercing catching on his own teeth he says “fuck, you look good.. always look so fucking good.”

you have no real plans for the day you just needed to see him. you blush and flash him a smile. “thanks, ani. i’m happy to see you. give me a kiss?”

he doesn’t wait a moment to pull you closer to him inside the car and press your lips together. “happy to see you too, baby..what did you want to do?”

“let’s go back to your place, yeah? i have something i want to show you…”

“what? what do you have to show me?”

you shake your head. “not yet, anakin. get me alone.”

“fine, brat.”

anakin pulls out of your driveway and winds down just the few streets that separate your houses. he throws the car into park and all but rips you out of the car. he pulls you into the house by the hand before immediately pinning you against the door as soon as it closes.

“what was that, baby? about showing me something?” he slams his lips into yours again and winds his fingers through the hair at the nape of your neck. he tugs and it sends your head tilting back, exposing your throat.

he starts with kisses and that quickly turns to sucking and then that turns into biting.

he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder and squeezes your left breast; pinching your nipple through your bralette.

“yeah…i do. take my shirt and skirt off, ani.”

and he does, maybe too fast for his liking. he kicks himself metaphorically for not taking more time but as his attention comes back to the present his breath hitches in his throat at the sight of you wearing a lacey black bralette with matching panties and..bands of leather wrapped around your plush thighs. you purposely put them on in a way where your flesh bulges just a little between the gaps. they’re simply decorative and don’t specifically serve a purpose for you but a dirty, dirty thought goes through anakins head.

“jesus christ. jesus. fucking. christ. get to the bedroom, now,” anakin growls.

you throw yourself down onto his bed and wait for him to come press his body on top of yours but he doesn’t. instead he fucks around with his phone, making you feel ignored and pout.

“ani, i put this on for you. what are you doing?”

“fuck, baby. just wait a second. i’m going to absolutely ruin you and as much as i’d love for the neighbors to hear me fucking wreck you..i think you’d prefer if they didn’t? or do you not want me to play music?”

you’d rather him do everything he wants to you without worrying about sound. “play the music, anakin.”

he presses play and can you feel my heart starts. anakin takes his shirt off in that way that guys do where they reach behind themselves to grab the back of their shirt— yknow that way. his shoulders and arms are your obsession, honestly and the movement is delightful to watch.

he pounces on the bed and grabs you by the waist, pulling you up to meet his kiss. his very hard, messy, fast kiss. it’s seconds before his hands snake down your body, sliding his fingers under the straps on your thighs before hiking you up onto his lap. resting against his cock. anakin uses the straps to push you back and forth on top of him. the friction makes him stutter and his eyes are low with need.

“you put these on for me to grab? you thought id like to see you dressed like a slut..with special little handles for me to hold while i wreck you.”

“yes-yes ani. this is what i wanted.”

he slaps your cunt. a first for you and him but the pathetic look on your face made it clear you planned to tease him. anakin doesn’t like to be teased. he owns you and he doesn’t need to play games about it.

“i’m gonna hold them and fuck you then. pull you hard back against my cock and listen to you scream.”

his hand slides down your front pressing his fingers against your clothed clit. a moan escapes your mouth..anakin holds the left side of your face and pauses to ask, “is this okay? can this be rough? can i slap you around like a whore..”

“fuck, yes. hit me anakin. please, baby. fucking smack me. hurt me”

a huge grin spreads across his face as he pulls back his right hand and slaps you straight across the face. once..twice..three times. your eyes water and your cunt throbs…feeling your heartbeat in two places.

“you’re such a fucking slut. what kind of whore calls her boyfriend to come get her just to be smacked around and fucking used. that’s what i’m going to do. i’m going to use you.”

shivers are sent up your spine at the sound of his words. you love when he talks to you like this. anakin tears off your matching set with absolutely no regard to what you want to do with it. the song continues in the background and you let yourself moan at his eagerness and disregard.

“please, anakin. i want you to use me. that’s what i’m for.”

he slaps your cunt again and you buck your hips towards him as he grinds his thumb down a little too hard on your clit and leans down to pant in your ear.

anakin unbottons his black jeans and kicks them off while you watch, mesmerized by the outline of his hard cock in his boxers. his expression hardens even more and he smirks as you reach out, hoping he’d let you touch him.

“come here, then, darling. come touch it.”

you’ve done this with anakin before but your breathing is still shaking and your hands tremble as they pull down his boxers. he’s so hard..his tip weeping and bordering on purple..the shiny barbell through his cock still takes your breath away. you rub your thumb across the tip and hear anakin hiss.

“i just want to fuck you, don’t worry about me. lay down and spread your legs.”

you do as he says and you expect him to go in the direction of preparing you to take him but instead he kisses and bites your thighs. he sucks and takes his time working you up. your cunt is dripping right in front of him.

“you look so pretty..your cunt looks so fucking pretty, angel. god, you drive me fucking insane. i don’t know how i control myself most of the time. i think of the dirtiest things to do to you, baby and you don’t even know.”

“like what anakin? show me..let me feel it.”

anakin scoffs and laughs at you. “i don’t know, baby. i don’t want to hurt you if you don’t want to be hurt. you know i love you? right?”

“fuck, anakin. yea i know. i love you i want you to ruin me. do it now im tired of asking.”

something inside him breaks. he grabs your hips bruisingly hard and spits in your face.

“who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, slut? because i know it can’t be me. say you’re sorry. now.”

you shake your head…knowing it’s going to piss him off even more.

“no? what do you mean no? did you fucking hear me,” he growls at you before supporting the side of your face with his hand and smacking you scarily hard. he wraps his hands around your throat, only squeezing the sides. he doesn’t actually want to hurt you; not like that.

“you’re my bitch. i’m going to take you like you’re my bitch,” his voice softens “your safe word is flower. don’t hesitate to tell me if it’s too much, okay? i still want to take care of you and i swear i’m going to make you feel good.”

you blush and nod as he moves his hand up towards your face again..you flinch; fully expecting him to slap you again, but he doesn’t. he wants you to open your mouth and suck on his fingers.

anakin fucks your throat with them, rings and all. you choke on the metallic taste and stare at him with glassy eyes as you do what he expects.

“mmm..m gonna fuck you with these. roll over. darling.”

you roll onto your tummy and feel anakins hands glide up and down your thighs and ass. he teases and touches your slit..

“awe baby…she’s crying for me do you feel that? wants me so bad…,” as he spreads your lips enough to see you’re aching hole and pretty little clit. he pinches it…twisting between his fingers just a little. he stops and slaps your cunt again before splitting you open with two fingers without a warning.

you gasp and force your hips back towards the intrusion; sending anakin even further into you than he was planning. “well baby..since you insist,” he chuckles.

anakin begins to finger you at a devastating pace and angle. the feeling of you on his hand is almost as good as on his cock. he loves to feel you clench and see you whine when he purposely strokes your g-spot. he speeds up: massaging and prodding the soft spot inside you while you moan and desperately try to get him to kiss you.

he grabs the straps around your thighs and lifts you onto his lap. “grind on me, babe. feel how hard i am for you.”

“ani…i want you. i want your cock. come on stop teasing.”

“nothing is ever good enough for you huh? you’re so fucking pathetic and needy. come here.”

anakin lines himself up with your weeping hole and forces himself all the way in. he presses on your lower stomach and bites your shoulder.

“you look so beautiful. stay still for me.”

anakin holds you a few inches above his lap before he starts to thrust up into you. you drip further down his cock and he can’t help but stuff you full as soon as possible.

“i wanna fucking hurt you..i want to cut you. sweetheart…i wanna hold a knife to your pretty little throat or better yet? a gun to your head. letting you suck my cock shaking with fear ‘ani!! no! please don’t hurt me’ but really all i want is to fuck your throat while you’re so scared you’re Soaked.”

your heart races and you nod rapidly, unable to even get words out of your mouth.

anakin pushes harder into you and feels you throb around him..your clit aches for his fingertips. he tells you to turn around; his cock inside you but with your back pressed against his chest. he continues to fuck up into you and wraps his hand around your throat..hard enough to feel your pulse.

“i can feel your heart pounding. you like this? you like when your boyfriend says dirty things to you and fills you to the brim with cock? you’re so excited, huh?”

his grin can be felt against your shoulder while he reaches to your front. using his center two fingers he does small quick circles on top of your clit. “i can feel your heart here too, love.”

heat spreads across your entire body as you give in completely to whatever anakin wants from you.

this is for u bae @jjjajjaahhahahaha

#Spotify #star wars #anakin skywalker #anakin smut #emo boy anakin #modern au #star wars smut #this was self indulgent #i’m a lesbian but hc has me by the throat

[wmxbeo]

Its 4am and i cant fall asleep bear w me 😭

#south park #south park fanart #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #sp stan #sp kenny #sp #princess kenny #stan marshwalker #stenny #i have a huge soft spot for them #also my take on the band au i like to think the music they play is a mixture of poshlaya molly and pierce the veil #im lying i just wanna include my favorite band into everything #my art

[ladychandraofthemoone]

Some old narrow gauge Nia doodles I’ve done over the past month, Nia’s livery was inspired by 🌺mrterrier673🌺 on Twitter

Saw some edits of Nia with glasses and I fell in love we need more engines with accessories

Some pannier shaped siblings, they met pre-msr days (they didn’t come in the same time)but were very happy to reunite with one another in the msr then in the Skarloey Railway 😊☺️

Their sibling friendship/relationship is like alastor and Rosie or Mary and jack, Nia didn’t care about Stanley’s “jinx” and defended him whenever he got bullied, she’s one of the very few folks who can make Stanley genuinely happy and do things like singing much to his colleagues surprise (also livery inspiration for one another♥️❤️🧡💜💛🖤)

#ttte #ttte stanley #rws stanley #ttte nia #msr #msr stanley #rws #railway series #the railway series #my art #my art <3 #my art stuff #doodle #sketch #my doodles #my sketches #my sketchy art #my sketchbook #Nia is a ngr class n 4-6-2t 1906 in my au inspired by others folks take but was bulit in Nairobi central workshops #wanted to do a 1920s musical song but been playing Mary popping songs on loop and that is one of their influences #the first/last nia pic r poll picsdon’t know when they started bursting into song but yeah duke may be happy that they’re reunited not happ #When they’re singing the same song every day 😅sucks that’s their is only one pic of the basis I wanna use so sorry about that also I’m on t #give engines more facial accessories and other things like whiff;s glasses and Rosie’s and Kevin’s freckles making Nia;s livery purple and #orange I need to digitally draw them I did Nia’s human form and still finishing my 4/4 but Nia and Stan have been revolving in my mind a lo #I like to think they got liveries inspired by one another like the stripes/bands on their domes and yellow for Kyle 🥲

[euaphoric]

HIGHWAY TO HELL ♱ 𓏲ּ [J.J.K.] preview

♱ starring… jeon jungkook x f!reader | rockstar!jk x tattoo artist!reader | 1980’s au | established relationship | ft. all other bts members as bandmates and yoongi is the manager !

♱ genre/warnings... pwp, a mixture of angst and fluff, smut, takes place in the grungy, rugged underground music scene of NYC in the 80’s, o/c used to be a groupie but is now jk’s gf, this fic is going to be very chaotic… there’s a lot of warnings for this including: dark humor (nothing offensive), toxic relationship, the ‘i literally need you to survive or else i’ll die’ trope, o/c is jk’s muse, he fr worships his girl as if she’s some otherworldly deity, attempting to delve into the complexities of mental instability ?? (they’re both mentally fucked in the head tbh), autophobia/monatophobia, DARK/HEAVY THEMES!, small mentions of stalking, mentions of mental health struggles, self injury, heavy alcohol & substance abuse, jk has a belly piercing (yes, that is a warning in itself), jk plays bass and is main vocals of the band, he argues w/ his bandmates a lot, switch!jk but he leans more towards dom, sex while under the influence, size kink, y’all are both super nasty and kinky like omg this is gonna be insaneeesfds, also heavy exhibitionism: they literally have sex in front of ppl multiple times (oops). i will be sure to include the rest once it’s fully finished !

♱ synopsis... when moving to the big city, you had only three things in mind: start life anew— a fresh, clean slate that allows you to bloom into whomever you wish to be, open your own tattoo parlor, and to meet and fuck as many rockstars as you possibly can. in fact, all was going according to plan thus far, however, the minute you crossed paths with him is when life takes a pivotal shift for the better and possibly, worse. you’ve become inseparable since day one, building an intense co-dependency that not even the devil himself can seem to unravel. a story of the submerging tension between two lonely, lost souls navigating youth through glitz, glamour, sleepless nights, and reckless hotel parties every weekend. it’s as if everyone else exists to come and go; besides the unconventional love that you cultivate together. OR,, just lots of sex, drugs, & punk rock.

♱ run time... will be over 10k+ words

♱ soundtrack... seek & destroy metallica, you shook me all night long ac/dc, purgatory iron maiden, she the misfits

i had this idea for sooo long omg, it’s slightly different than how i originally imagined it here, but i’m finally doing it so yay for meee !! i’ve never tried a concept like this before saur i’m def going to research a lot for this since i wasn’t born in the 80’s lol. i honestly have no idea how long this will be but me thinks it’ll be around 10-12k words ??? ( it’s going to be the longest thing i ever made .. T^T ) but my goal this year has been to start writing longer fics so i’m excited ! if anyone wants to be tagged once it’s uploaded just lmk <3

#jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook x reader #bts fic #bts aus #jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #jungkook angst #jungkook au #bts imagines

[bgomtori]

☆ lover's rock - c.bg

synopsis - love wasn't something you believed in until you bumped into him while listening to your favourite band.

-> music major! beomgyu x art major! reader

-> love a first sight, college au!, artist x muse

-> warnings! slowburn, yn's dense, makeout session.

-> note! after i heard that beomgyu listens to cas, i screamed, my fav person and one of my fav bands :' also gyu day!! his birthday is literally 4 days before mine, i think it's fate 😂 jokes💀 hope you guys enjoy this :>

art, something that is enjoyed by many in various ways, through music, paintings or even poems. personally, you enjoyed art through your paintings, the ability to express yourself on a canvas with multiple hues of colours was fascinating to you, along with the soothing melody of music playing in the background. your mind wanders off as you immerse yourself in the current art project you had, your wrist moving slowly while you sketch on your prep board.

the library was quiet as usual, all types of students from different majors all gathered in one area to study or rush last minute work. you snapped yourself back into reality, aimlessly staring at the artpiece infront of you, your eyes feeling strained and dry, unable to keep itself open. that was your cue to pack up and leave, you stretched your aching body, slinging your bag over your shoulders as you left the library, placing your headphones over your ears, turning up the volume slowly, paying no attention to the surrounding area around you.

"ow, sorry." a voice sounded louder than what played in your headphones, you removed them, trying to be polite to the person you accidentally bumped into. "it's fine, i should have paid more attention to my surroundings." you bowed, before bending down to pick up your phone that was knocked away from your grasp.

"you listen to cigarettes after sex too?" you could hear the joy behind the male's voice, clearly thrilled to find out that a person listens to the same band as him. you nodded your head, "you like them too?"

"yea of course! i've been listening to them since they released their first album." he smiled, his eyes shimmering despite the dimly lit hallway you were standing in. "that's cool, what's your name? maybe we can talk more."

"beomgyu, choi beomgyu. how about you? i've seen you around the art building before." he replied, shooting the question back at you, "yn, hope to see you around next time." you smiled at him, wanting to leave already.

"wait, what's your number? you seem cool, i mean you are cool especially since you listen to cas. i just want to talk to someone like you." beomgyu stuttered, his face turned away from you as he held his phone towards you, displaying the contact list to you. you laughed softly, typing in your number, along with your name and an emoji.

"text me anytime, i'll try my best to reply." you waved, leaving a stranded beomgyu in the middle of a dark hallway, his eyes never leaving your disappearing figure. without even noticing, his lips tugged up into a smile, finally someone he could relate to, he could already feel the connection between the both of you. call him crazy, but he thinks that you would be best friends by the end of the semester.

and that dream became a reality. all starting from a text message from beomgyu, sending you a playlist he created of his favourite songs from all his favourite bands. something as little as a playlist warmed your heart, who would actually take the time and effort to create a playlist for a stranger they barely knew. and this was the starting point of your everlasting friendship. the way that he would often make his way to the art studio, despite his music studio being a 10 minutes away from it, he is willing to walk that distance for you, with your favourite drink in hand.

"you're class ended 15 minutes ago, how are you here so fast?" you opened the door for beomgyu, letting him into the art studio, locking it in the process. beomgyu stared at the current piece you were working in, completely awed by how pretty the artwork was.

"you're so good at this." ignoring your previous question, placing his bag down on the ground, taking a seat beside your canvas. you sighed, knowing beomgyu would never reveal the reason why he's always so quick to find you.

"have you listened to their latest single?" beomgyu asked, scrolling through his playlist, specifically made for music of his taste. you shook your head, "i didn't even know that they released a new song." beomgyu looked at you as if you grew another head.

"you're missing out, oh my god." beomgyu gasped, immediately playing the song, 'bubblegum.' by cas. a familiar yet different sounding melody filled your eardrums as you listened intently to the song beomgyu was showing you.

"it's nice." you found yourself humming to the lyrics, sketching on the canvas that was infront of you. "right, they never disappoint." beomgyu agreed, trying to find another song to add to the queue.

"gyu–" beomgyu looked up at the sound of his voice, his eyes blinking at you slowly, waiting for you to complete your sentence, "why, don't you talk to your other friends about music?" it has been a question on your mind ever since you've became friends with beomgyu, you've noticed how he doesn't talk much about his interest and taste in music to the guys compared to when he is with you.

"oh." his response was dry, making you think that you've said something hurtful.

"uhm, i didn't mean it, i guess it's slightly insensitive, forget that i asked that." you stammered, your face getting warm due to the embarrassment you were facing.

"you didn't say anything wrong, don't worry." he reassured, giving you a small smile.

"it's just that they don't share the same taste as me, so i can't really talk to them about my passion and interest in music. it's fine though! i've finally met you, so i'm alright with that." beomgyu admitted, his eyes practically glowing under the bright light in the art studio. your heart raced, butterflies filling your stomach, how cute could he be to make you feel like this. you've never believed that love was something for you, every single person you've liked has rejected you, clearly beomgyu wouldn't be any different.

"when is this due?" beomgyu questioned, his finger tapping on your canvas.

"in 2 weeks, why?" your head tilting in confusion as beomgyu's lips tugged into a mischievious smirk, "let's dip, you still have plenty of time to complete that."

"what? no. i need to–"

"no you don't, let's go to a vinyl shop, i know a place." beomgyu grabbed your hand, pulling you up from your seat. you screeched, telling him to wait, since your things were scattered around the studio. beomgyu chuckled, releasing your wrist, watching you frantically pack everything into your bag.

"i hate you." you grumbled, glaring at beomgyu while locking the door to your art studio. beomgyu laughed, his hand landing atop your head, stroking your hair, "quit grumbling, let's go."

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"what took you so long?" you removed a side of your earbud, looking up at beomgyu who was staring at your with an apologetic look on his face. "i've not been to the campus's library in months, so i kinda got lost.." his eyes averting your gaze, cheeks warming up due to the embarrassment. you laughed at him softly, patting the seat beside you.

"do you always come to the library on your free time?" beomgyu whispered, placing his bag on the ground, grabbing his laptop at the same time. you nod your head, fingers quickly typing out the 5000 word essay that was due the following day. beomgyu frowned, noticing how you have yet to give him any attention from the moment he sat down beside you.

beomgyu sighed into the palm of his hand, pushing his chair closer to yours, your shoulders coming into contact with one another, knees brushing against each other's occassionally. you could feel beomgyu's eyes burning holes into your soul, causing you to turn to face him, unaware of how close you guys were. your eyes widened, along with his, your face about a centimeter away from his. lips barely touching, his hot breath fanning against your face, eyes boring into yours.

"sorry.." beomgyu coughed, turning away from you, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"it's fine." you choked out, still thinking about what just happened, unable to think straight, you hastily finished your essay, not caring on whether it was perfect or not, and switched your laptop off.

"let's go to the vinyl store, i need more vinyls." you packed your bags, trying your best not to look into beomgyu's eyes, knowing that you'll instantly malfunction under his gaze. however, just as you had that thought in mind, beomgyu grabbed onto your wrist, making you pause your actions.

"wait, i have something for you." beomgyu removed his grip from your wrist, pulling a small box from his bag, placing it in your hand.

"open it." he whispered, eyes looking at the box and back at you, excited for you to open up the surprise gift he bought for you. you untied the cute little ribbon on the box before lifting up the lid of the tiny box, only to see a cute bracelet staring back at you, the star-shaped charm gleaming prettily, it's colours so plain yet so charming.

"it's pretty." was all your said, but beomgyu has known you long enough to understand that you don't talk that much when you see something you like so much, but your express it through your body language and facial expression. he could see the way your eyes lit up, ane how your lips tugged up to a slight smile without noticing. beomgyu grinned, watching as you slipped the bracelet on your wrist.

"let's go?" you asked, snapping beomgyu out of his daze.

"yea sure." his hands grabbing onto yours, acting as if he doesnt care, but his mind was a hectic mess. he could see your clueless expression through his peripheral vision, doe eyes staring at his hand on yours. beomgyu swore that his heart was going to jump out any moment, his ears turning to a soft hue of read, you were definitely going to be the death of him.

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time flies whenever you're with beomgyu, without even realising it has already been months since your first interaction. by this time, you've finally grown accustomed to your growing feelings for the male, from his appearance to his passion in music, everything about him was perfect. even your friends caught on to your lovesick ways, also talking to beomgyu from time to time just to see if he was suitable for you, only for them to say that you're dense. you couldn't even believe soobin when he told you that beomgyu hasn't been like this around his past lovers, lies, was what you told soobin, laughing at how ridiculous it sounded, just to see soobin shaking his head, telling you that it's true.

every now and then, beomgyu would invite you over to his dorm if he's too lazy to go over to yours, and behind closed doors, blocking out the noise happening in the living room due to the boys loud yelling, the both of your just listened to your shared playlist in silence. it may not seem like much, but this activity calms you down, resting your head against the bed frame while beomgyu lays on his pillow, scrolling through his phone.

lovers rock, the song you recommended him since the start of your friendship. the sound of the electric guitar slowly fading into the quiet atmosphere, your fingers subconsciously tap against your phone to the beat, humming along with the melody.

"look at this tiktok, it reminds me of us." beomgyu chuckled, his arm extended to show you the cute tiktok on his phone. you took some time to process that he was trying to show you something before turning your head towards his phone, "oh my god, stop shaking." you grumbled, grabbing onto his phone, your hand laying on top of his.

the video contained two cats hugging each other as they had earbuds in their ear, listening to music, perfectly picturing the exact event happening right now. your stomach felt funny, biting your lips as you fought back the largest smile ever. "yea, that's us." you giggled, this feeling was euphoric, the way your smile is immediately reciprocated makes you feel like you've won a marathon, how this man has you completely wrapped around his finger...

beomgyu hummed, a hint of joy hidden behind his voice as he turned to his side to face the wall. your eyes flickered onto beomgyu's figure, your body slowly edging towards him unconsciously.

"hmm?" beomgyu sounded, feeling your head pressing against his back, you forcefully pushed his head away, preventing him to look at you, "i'm tired." you yawned, wrapping your arm around his waist loosely, growing more comfortable against his warmth. beomgyu could hear his own heartbeat, loud and clear, afraid that you could hear it too. your eyes fluttered close, on the verge of falling asleep.

"yn." beomgyu called, his body shifted around to face you, you looked up at him groggily, waiting for him to say something. beomgyu's mouth turned dry, completely forgetting the words that he wanted to tell you.

"ah, forget it, rest well." swallowing the lump in his throat, he watched as you nodded your head, falling back to sleep. he stared at the wall behind you in frustration, his mind only filled with thoughts of you, and how he was going to confess to you.

ever since he told his friends about his undying love for you, all they did was to push him into confessing because he'd be a pussy if he didn't, and to convince his friends that he isn't one, he has to tell you soon. currently, his phone was raided with a bunch of notifications from his group chat, all of them asking when he was going to tell you.

heeseung : stop pussying it, just say it.

beomgyu : it's not that simple 😐 and she's asleep right now

jeongin : you had all the time in the world to say it just now, and you wasted it.

beomgyu : ok shut up, maybe later.

"so fucking annoying.." he groaned softly, turning his phone off, staring off into the distance again.

"what's annoying?" you yawned a question, woken up by beomgyu's rapid typing and groans in annoyance from earlier. beomgyu looked at you in shock, praying that you didn't see any of the messages he exchanged with his friends.

"ah, nothing." beomgyu shrugged it off, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"yn, i have something to tell you." he suddenly sat up, causing you to flinch, "what is it?" following his actions.

"do you believe in love at first sight?" the sudden question about love caught you off guard, you played around with the bracelet beomgyu previoudly gave you, unable to come up with a response. your silence made beomgyu nervous, was it too random? he stared off to the side of his room.

"i didn't believe it at first, but i guess i think it's possible." you replied, the back of your neck feeling warmer by the second, afraid that you'd accidentally slip out a confession. beomgyu looked at you as if you grew two heads, he knew you weren't fond of love, and would much rather focus on your future art career. he was slightly curious, and extremely jealous of this person who managed to steal your heart.

"who?"

"who..?"

"who is this person that changed your mind." his tone sounding harsher than he intended to, maybe becausr he didn't want to lose you to any other guy who didn't deserve you. your throat was dry, it was to either tell him the truth or lie about your feelings for him. however, you didn't want to miss out on this opportunity, i mean what could be worse than getting rejected in his own dorm. you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, licking your lips,

"you."

"what?"

"it's you, ever since you bumped into me when i was making my way out of the library." you confessed, feeling yourself crumble, knowing that beomgyu is watching you intently. on the other hand, beomgyu didn't believe his ears, his mind going haywire at the thought that you liked him back, not even paying attention to your rambling.

"i don't know if this is the right time to confess, i mean i guess it was just the heat of the moment.. i'm sorry if i made you uncomf–" your eyes widened at the sudden contact on your lips, slowly blinking to register the situation that's happening. what felt like fireworks in your stomach, your eyes naturally closed, reciprocating the kiss, your hand placed on top of beomgyu's, slightly gripping onto it. beomgyu smiled into the kiss, his free hand landing on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

beomgyu pulled away, causing you to whine, wanting more. beomgyu couldn't help but giggle at how desperate you were.

"more.." you sighed out, wrapping your arms around beomgyu's neck, tilting your head as you connected your lips against his. his lips tasted like strawberries, his favourite fruit, and also the chapstick that he steals from your occassionally, he was perfect. you pulled away, catching your breath, placing your forehead against beomgyu's.

"guess we picked the best song to kiss to." beomgyu chuckled, you quirked your eyebrow, not understanding what he meant, until you heard what the lyrics meant. you giggled, nuzzling your head into beomgyu's neck.

"it's perfect."

she might wanna kiss

before the end of this song..

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[bluemari23]

soul glow | choi seungcheol

summary: you attended your first concert, waiting a long time to see your ult group perform. unable to recognize a soul bond taking place, you leave early, leaving seungcheol to scramble to find you.

pairing: choi seungcheol x neurodivergent reader

genre: soulmates, soul bonds, idol au, angst

warnings: a cinderella moment indeed, mentions of overstimulation,

word count: 1.4k

masterlist

an: couldn't help myself. I had a dream of this and needed to write it out.

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The concert was your first, and you wouldn’t question if it was also to be your last. You were overwhelmed to say the least. You could practically feel your skin crawl as the colored lights flashed throughout the stadium. 

You had come with your best friend, wanting to see your ult group, Seventeen, while they were finally visiting a city even remotely close to you. You had both waited a long time for them to come, often writing your own prayers on social media with the hopes someone in management would see. 

And now, you’re not sure how you feel. 

“If you’re not feeling it, we can always leave early.” You friend yelled out to you over the music. You were in the front row of the bottom section, right behind the floor seats. You were to the side of the stage, but still had an amazing view of the boys as they performed. 

You loved your friend, how understanding they were, but you just shook your head. You didn’t pay all this money for you to leave early, and because you were overstimulated. You hated feeling like a burden and you knew how much your friend was also looking forward to the concert. You both had been waiting to experience the right of passage for every carat at a concert, the ten thousand aju nices that would happen at the end. 

To be fair, you might just be overstimulated by the lights surrounding the boys, particularly on your side of the stage. You couldn’t figure it out, given it was a bright golden glow and none of the colored lights going on in the stadium resembled that glow or even just the lights that lit up the stage. 

You tried to make the best of your opportunity and sung along to your favorite song once it played. Shadow held a special place in your heart and you loved the timber of the groups individual voices as they sang, particularly Mingyu and Scoups as they gave their best selves to the performance. 

Once the instrumental for To You began to play, Scoups tried his best to remember the choreo but he couldn’t help but to continue to move towards the left of the stage, something catching his eye as he turned to look at their fans. 

He couldn’t help but to falter in his steps, thankfully no one caught his mistake as he was quick to sing his lines. The bright glow of gold held his attention, more like the woman who the glow centered around. 

He could name numerous different soul bonds, from the Flower Halo to the more common Soul Mark, but never did he think he would be blessed with a Soul Glow as his bond. And never did he think he would find his soulmate during one of their concerts, where he can’t immediately move to greet his soulmate, bringing them into his embrace and holding them tight. 

He had even more vigor as he continued on with the concert, knowing that his soulmate was watching him and his brothers perform. Something that everyone seemed to notice, especially his band members. 

During one of the outfit changes, Joshua has come up to him and asked him if he was okay, and he couldn’t hold back. 

“My soulbond activated. She’s here, Shua.” He admitted, causing Joshua’s eyes to widen in shock, and for the excited shouts of his other members who had not so subtly been eavesdropping on their elder members. 

They all quickly dressed in their next set of clothes, and right before they had to go back on stage, Seungcheol has pointed you out to his fellow members and manager, who had been tasked to get a message across to his soulmate before the end of the concert, wanting to meet his soul glow. 

Despite trying their best, his members kept moving to the left of the stage, trying to get a good look at who would be their new best friend by the end of the night. Yeah, they would give you and their leader your space, but they were determined to be your friends, seeing as you would be stuck with their leader forever. 

This was something the crowd noticed as well, those on the floor moving to the left trying to get the boy’s attention and whatever way they could. It only happened for a couple of songs, but then the boys moved back to giving equal time to all sides of the stage. 

It was weird, and something you and your friend both acknowledged. 

“I wonder what happened?” You friend questioned aloud, causing you to hum your agreement. 

“Maybe something caught their eye?” Was your own reply, thinking that to be the most likely answer. 

Either way, the concert continued but not without difficulties. Mainly for you. 

You had tried your hardest, but despite that, you couldn’t help but to feel as though you had overdone your tolerance, the biting pain of your nails digging into your palm a sad reminder.

Loud noises had always been a problem for you; the pain in your head and the itching under your skin that had your scratching marks into your arm was always a reminder. You don’t know why, but too much stimulation always caused somewhat of a shutdown for you, where you couldn’t speak and your mind didn’t seem to want to focus on anything in particular. 

By the time the third Aju Nice had rolled around, you were past your limit and you friend could tell. 

“Hey, you know what, it’s okay. I can see why so many people get tired after the first round. My feet are aching and my cheeks hurt from smiling so much.” Your dear friend helped you out of the aisle and towards the stairs that would lead out to the lobby of the stadium. 

You tried to protest, but even those were weak as you followed behind your best friend. You were incredibly thankful for them and knew you would need to make up for leaving the concert early, even if they are adamant about leaving.

Vernon was the first to notice you leaving, following behind the woman who had been sitting to your right. He tried his best to signal to Seungcheol, but only managed to at the end of the third Aju Nice encore. 

“She’s leaving, Cheol.” Vernon tried to be discrete, which thankfully he managed. His words caught the attention of the others, who had all huddled together near one corner of the stage, watching a couple of their fans in costume dance. They all watched the two women make their way to the stairs and out of the main stadium area.

Cheol panicked, sitting down at the edge of the stage and gesturing for his manager, making him aware of the dilemma. He could only watch as his manager had grabbed some of their security with him and started backstage, trying to catch up to you. 

His heart was racing as he tried his best to focus and make sure the concert ended like every other one, doing his best for his fans. It was like he could feel you getting further away from him, could feel the distance festering in his soul. 

As he sang the last encore, he had come up with a number of ideas, ways to track you down if you did manage to get away from him tonight. 

Once the last note played and they started to leave the stage, Seungcheol walked until he was out of sight of his fans, the proceeded to run to his dressing room, where hopefully you would be waiting with his manager. 

Disappointment and defeat coated his veins as he opened the door, the emptiness in his soul prominent as the room was empty from what he could only imagine would be your inevitable warmth. 

“I’m sorry, Seungcheol, they were driving out of the parking lot by the time we managed to get into the lot. One of the security team did manage to get their license plate number so we have that written down.” His faithful manager spoke sincerely, not wanting to upset Seungcheol more than he probably already was. 

Everyone was throwing out suggestions, some of the members even going to action as they tried to see if they could access ticket information from the stadium itself. Seungcheol remained quiet though, determination flowing through him as he followed along with Mingyu, calling their company and the stadium head to see what they could do. 

One way or another, he would find his soul glow. 

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[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Sleeping with Spiders

Prompt Day 12: Only One Bed | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: College AU, Meet-Cute, Only One Bed, First Kiss

"I think you're in my bed," a voice says, and Steve looks up from the class schedule he's studying while he lounges on his new dorm room bed. 

There's a long-haired guy standing in his doorway. 

“Uh, what?” Steve asks, staring at this guy. 

Steve's room is a single, so this is definitely his bed. It's the only one in the room, and surely this guy can see that. It’s kinda hard to miss. The guy waves a paper at him, and steps inside, dropping his bags to the floor with a thud. He hands the paper to Steve, and Steve skims it, and sure enough, this is his room assignment, too.

Steve fetches the same paper with his name on it, and hands it over. Same room. 

"They've fucked up," Steve says, comparing them, seeing the guy’s name at the top, “Edward.”

"Eddie,” he corrects, then adds, “and you don't say…”

“Steve,” Steve offers.

“They've definitely fucked up, Steve.”

They probably need to tell their RA, so this can get fixed.

Keith, the RA, is spectacularly unhelpful. His only advice was to wait until Monday to take it up with the housing department. It’s Friday night. Or, there’s an open bed in room 704, he offered. They both go look into 704 and there’s a shirtless guy with a mullet, cigarette dangling from his lip, stomping around like he’s mad at the world. They both look at each other. Hard pass.

Steve thinks taking their chances with each other has to be better than whatever that situation would be, so he nods his head back towards their double-assigned room.

They both sit on the bed. They can make this work for the weekend. 

“I can crash on the floor,” Eddie says, “since you’ve already put on all your bedding.”

Steve nods, “Maybe we can get an air mattress?” 

“I’m not buying an air mattress for three nights, rich boy,” Eddie says, teasing, but Steve can tell he’s serious. "Floor's fine." 

And the first night does go fine, and they spend Saturday hanging out in this single room with two occupants. Eddie's fun, Steve likes him, even if they are nothing alike.

Eddie has a guitar, so he tries to teach Steve to play, but finally gives up once he realizes it's a losing game. But Eddie plays, and their floormates stop by the door Eddie propped open. 

Steve wouldn't have thought to do that, but they're meeting people, even if none of them look like anyone Eddie would want to be friends with. 

"I have a band, back home. They're younger than me, so I promised my Uncle I'd at least try college, while I wait for them to graduate."

Steve nods, "That's cool."

"I'm in the music program," Eddie adds. 

Steve points to himself, "Business." 

"Good, that's good. That means I can call on you to be the money man, when we get rich and famous." 

Steve laughs, "Sure, you do that."

That night, Steve offers to switch bed for floor, but Eddie refuses. Which was fine until Steve bolts upright, startled awake. 

"Spider! On my face!" Eddie screams, and someone next door bangs on the wall. Great. This asshole is going to make his neighbors hate him before he gets gone to the right room on Monday. 

"I'm coming up!" Eddie says. 

"You're not coming up!" Steve hisses back. 

"It's my bed!" 

"I think not!" 

"You can share, or you can sleep with the spiders!" 

This bed is a single, a twin XL, whatever that is. There's not room for two guys in it, no way. At least not two near strangers. Steve likes Eddie, and wouldn’t be opposed to a little company from him, not at all. And Steve doesn’t need dinner first, not really, but he also doesn’t just crawl in bed to actually sleep with random dudes. No way.

But he scoots towards the wall, trying to make room for Eddie.

 

Steve wakes up in the morning, and Eddie has a leg slung over his thighs, teetering on the edge of the bed. Steve puts a hand on Eddie's back, just to make sure he doesn’t fall and break his neck.

Eddie leans into the touch, and Steve scratches his blunt nails against the thin cotton of Eddie’s t-shirt. It’s kinda nice being close to someone, even if they’re a random stranger that’s just stuck in your room, with nowhere else to go.

Steve feels when Eddie wakes up, because he tenses. 

“Shit. Sorry,” Eddie says, but there really isn’t much room to escape.

Steve rubs his back, “It’s fine. Honest.”

Eddie takes him for his word, and slings his arm across Steve’s bare chest. Steve likes it. He’s probably digging himself a hole here. 

What else is new? 

Eddie strokes his chest, running his fingers through the hair there, before moving down to the hair leading into his shorts. That's. That's interesting. He's interested in that. Definitely. 

Steve rolls onto his side, scooting towards the wall to make more room, and Eddie follows. Steve reaches forward and tucks Eddie's wild morning hair behind his ear. He wants to see his face. 

"This okay?" Steve asks. 

Eddie nods, so Steve leans forward to kiss him. Eddie meets him, and Steve's loving this. 

Eddie kisses him like it's all he wants to do in the world, and Steve clings to him, breathing hard and heavy into his mouth. He hopes his breath isn't terrible, but if it's, neither of them seem to care. 

He keeps kissing him, touching him and thinks this room mistake was the best case scenario, now. 

Eddie rolls on top of him. 

Steve suddenly has a thought, "Was there even a spider?" 

Eddie cackles, "No." 

Later, Steve poses a question, "Maybe we just don't tell anyone we were both assigned here?"

"Only if you think we can sneak a double bed in here," Eddie says, grinning. 

Steve thinks that's totally doable. Robin will happily create a diversion for that to happen. 

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[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 1

Hello, everyone! Welcome to the story that has had my entire weekend on lock. Like every spare moment was writing this story. I wrote over 6000 words in two days. So yeah. Don’t worry. I’m still working on Boy With a Bat (I just need time to research season 3 so I don’t over step on the show’s timeline {like I did with “Little Runaway”}). And of course I love working on “All My Roads Lead Back to You” and will continue working on it as well. Also these first two parts are long. I don’t know if all the parts will be as long, but as you can see when you read them there isn’t a lot of places to stop (and not make them super short).

Summary: No Monster Modern AU. Eddie and his band, Corroded Coffin, have a steady gig at a bar in Indy where they play every weekend. Eddie's life takes a left turn when his regular tattoo artist, Max Mayfield, moves to New York with her boyfriend Lucas Sinclair, newly traded to the New York Knicks.  Now needing a new tattoo artist, Jeff recommends "Royal Pain", which even Max agrees is a good shop.  On arrival, Eddie is shocked to find Steve is the shop's artist.  They hit it off, and slowly move from the barest of acquaintances to boyfriends.

***

“God damn it!” Eddie growled, throwing his phone at the sofa and snarling when it bounced to the floor.

“One day you’re gonna throw it so hard and it will break,” Gareth grumbled from behind his drum set.

It was Corroded Coffin’s weekly practice. They weren’t big or anything, but they had a steady gig at a local metal bar and it paid good money. They drew large enough crowds that they were able to play their own music.  

Eddie hopped to his feet to retrieve the discarded phone from the floor. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered darkly.

“What’s got your panties in such a twist?” Jeff asked from the same sofa Eddie had tossed the phone at. He was tuning his guitar, ear bent toward the strings.

Eddie scoffed. “Like you have any interest in my panties.”

Jeff lunged and grabbed one of Gareth’s drumsticks from the bucket he kept at his side and threw it at Eddie.

“Hey!” both Gareth and Eddie protested.

“Just answer the damn question!” Brian sneered from his place on the battered old floral armchair. “You usually like bitching, so what’s your deal?”

Eddie flopped gracelessly on the lavender two-seater.  “That was my tattoo artist,” he groused, crossing his arms petulantly. “Her boyfriend got traded to the New York Knicks so they are moving there and if I want to get my dragon finished before she leaves, I better ‘haul ass’ according to her.”

Eddie’s friends winced. They knew finding a tattoo artist you could trust in a style you liked was hard. And for Eddie to lose his? That sucked. Max Mayfield was one of the best in Indy and to lose her to New York? That was even worse. But her boyfriend, Lucas Sinclair, was an NBA raising star and she went where did. Which meant Eddie had to start all over with a new artist.

Suddenly Eddie straightened up. “Hey, Jeffie!” he said. “Did you ever get that tattoo you wanted done?”

Jeff lit up. “Oh yeah!” He set his guitar aside and rolled up his sleeve and showed them his tattoo. It was of a bullet tearing through the flesh. It was fantastically rendered, where you could see the torn muscles and broken bone. It covered the scar there perfectly. “Isn’t it fucking amazing?”

“Holy shit!” Brian cried. “That is so wicked.”

Eddie leaned forward, eyes wide with wonder. “Yeah fuck, man. Where did you get that?”

“It’s this little place called Royal Pain,” Jeff explained. “The artist, Stevie is so fucking good.”

Eddie chewed on his lip, thinking hard. “Hey, can I get the number?”

*

Eddie was standing in front of a shop that he wouldn’t have in a million years would have even suspected was a tattoo parlor. It was a clean and bright storefront. The sign was black with a golden crown was on the R. It was a far cry from any other tattoo parlor he had ever been to. But despite his reservations, both Max and Jeff highly recommended this place and specifically this ‘Stevie’.

Sighing deeply, he yanked open the door and took two steps into the shop. The decor was nice enough, it had a ‘royal’ theme to it, he supposed, but he really didn’t look that much. Because suddenly Eddie knew who Stevie was. The name, the royal decor, and Robin fucking Buckley as receptionist.

He was going to kill Jeff. Or maybe just his next three D&D characters. Because there was no way on this insignificant planet did Jeff Lawrence not recognize King Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington. They had all gone to school together. Robin was Steve’s best friend. His soulmate if the rumors were to be believed.

He was about to turn around and walk out, Jeff and Max’s recommendations be damned. Even he wasn’t that masochistic. But he was stopped by the cheerful, “Welcome to Royal Pain! How can I help you?”

Eddie winced and rubbed his eye in frustration, but made his way up to the counter. “Munson, Eddie. I have a two o’clock with Stevie.”

Her smile grew genuine. “Not your first tattoo, I take it.”

Eddie pulled down the collar of his shirt to show of his finished dragon tattoo. “Yeah, no. Some asshole jock absconded to New York with my tattoo artist, so here I am.”

She grinned. “Stevie will be out in a moment.”

Before Eddie could chicken out, the man himself came out of a backroom, wiping off his hands. Eddie gulped. Steve looked very much the same as he did in high school. Same hazel eyes, honey hair, tight jeans and a fucking polo. This guy couldn’t have looked less like a tattoo artist if he tried. Except for one thing.

He could see tattoos on Steve’s arms. He couldn’t get a good look at them without staring but yeah, okay. Steve Harrington, tattoo artist. Who would have thought?

Steve looked up and smiled brightly. “Eddie?” Eddie nodded. “Hey! It’s so good to see you. I had hoped when I saw the name that it was you. How’s it been?”

Robin tilted her head in confusion and made an odd chirping noise.

“Come on, Robs,” Steve teased her. “You can’t tell me you don’t remember Eddie from school.”

She looked Eddie up and down and then cocked her head. “You do look vaguely familiar.”

Steve laughed. “You know, ran the D&D club, had that rock band–”

“Metal,” Eddie corrected. “Not rock, metal.”

Steve snapped his fingers. “That’s right, sorry. Oh! And stood on tables ranting about the man and how schools fail the kids they are supposed to teach.”

“You stepped on my sandwich,” she said deadpan.

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “Whoops.”

She grinned and pushed his shoulder. “Just kidding. It was Tammy Thompson’s sandwich.”

“Isn’t she the one that sings like a Muppet?” Eddie asked, with a raised eyebrow.

Steve laughed. “That’s what I said.”

Robin looked between them both and growled, “I hate you both.”

“You’re only saying that because you had a crush on her,” Steve teased.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, “I didn’t know you swung for the other team, Buckley.”

She grinned. “What can I say, I do love a pretty girl.”

Eddie shrugged and cocked his head, nonchalant. “I wouldn’t know.”

Robin wagged her eyebrows at Steve, who rolled his eyes. He turned to Eddie. “So what am I doing for you today?”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment. “Oh!” He pulled out a picture from his back pocket and handed it to Steve.

“This is the Evenstar from Lord of the Rings, right?” Steve asked, tapping the picture. “Arwen’s necklace.”

Eddie lit up. “Yeah. I’m impressed, even uber fans have a hard time remembering that.”

Steve blushed, ducking his head. “I have this friend that hosts huge parties watching the extended versions of the movies every year. Complete with full Hobbit meals. It’s hard not take in something from the films.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked, suddenly feeling less like murdering Jeff with each passing moment.

Steve smiled back. “Actually, you might remember him. He was in your club, your final year at school.”

Eddie cocked his head. “Oh?”

“Actually, you had three of Steve’s nuggets in your club,” Robin interjected.

Eddie turned to Steve. “What nuggets would those be?”

Steve blushed again. “I used to quasi-babysit these kids. There were about seven of them, if you count Erica and Elle.”

“Which I absolutely do,” Robin crowed delightedly.

Eddie’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he leaned forward. “You babysat kids?”

Steve shrugged. “They were good kids and their parents worked a lot, so they just kinda imprinted on me. Like ducklings.”

“Wait...Lucas, Mike, and Dustin, huh?” Eddie asked putting two and two together. “Holy fucking shit. I loved running their characters. The ranger, the paladin and the bard.” He couldn’t believe it. He had missed out the chance to run with their friend Will, but he had come back to Hawkins after Eddie finally graduated. “Which one was Dustin?”

Steve smiled and then ran his tongue over his teeth. “Floofy hair, trucker hats, Weird Al shirts, and a huge theater nerd.”

Eddie clapped and pointed, “That’s the one!” He tapped his finger over his lips. “Which means it’s Dustin that hosts the Lord of the Rings fest, isn’t he?”

Steve beamed up at him. “Yeah. Sadly I haven’t been able to go the last couple of years.”

Robin made a sympathetic noise.

“Why not?” Eddie asked, the curiosity getting the better of him.

“Migraines,” Steve said with a wince. “Too long staring at a TV set can trigger them, who knew?”

“That sucks.”

Steve looked back at the picture in his hand. “Did you draw this?”

Eddie grinned. “Sure did, big boy!”

“And would you want me to tattoo it in your style?” Steve asked.

Eddie blinked rapidly. “You can do that?”

Robin folded her arms, looking smug. “Hell yeah, he can!”

“I mean, if you can that would be amazing,” he said breathlessly.

“Where is it going, the tattoo, I mean?” Steve asked.

Eddie tapped his chest. “Sternum.”

Steve chewed his lip thoughtfully. “That would be awesome, but have you thought about putting it on your back. Like a shadow covering your spine?”

Robin’s eyebrows shot up.

Eddie shook his head. “As tempting as that would be sweetheart, I have plans for my back.”

Steve looked a little disappointed. “And what would that be?”

“I want big black bat wings on my shoulder blades,” Eddie said gleefully. “I just haven’t found anyone who’s style I liked well enough to trust doing it.”

Steve hurried around the desk and pulled out a large three-ring binder. “This is all my work, flip through it, see if you like my style enough for me to do it for you. Because I would love to. So take a look and let me know if I could be your man.”

Eddie blinked. “Yeah, sure.”

Steve smiled brightly. “Great! I’ll go set up and I’ll call you back when I’m ready.” He practically skipped to the back room again.

Eddie opened the binder slowly and began to shift the pages. They were all amazing pieces of work that only seemed to get better the further he got into the pictures.

“These are amazing,” he breathed.

Robin leaned on the counter and stage whispered, “If you do not get his number after he does your tattoo, I will murder you and no one will find the body.” She leaned back to look down the hall. What she saw Eddie didn’t know, but she leaned back into whisper to him, low and menacing, “I am not paid enough to listen to his rom-com pining bullshit.”  

Eddie looked behind her and then back at her. “I’m–I mean–what the hell?”

“Eddie!” Steve called.

Eddie slammed the binder shut and stomped to the back. He stopped short when he got to room. Again he was blown away at how opposite it was from other shops he’d been to. It wasn’t sterile white or anything like that but it was brightly lit and nicely decorated. It was a place that most ‘normies’ would feel comfortable getting their first tattoo. And he got the appeal.

Steve looked up at him with a lopsided smile as if he understood why Eddie was brought up short. “Other tattoo artists give me such shit about my set up, but it’s not about the aesthetic of what people think a tattoo shop should look like. It’s about people feeling comfortable about permanently altering their bodies.”

Eddie nodded. “No man, I get it. It’s just a pleasant surprise, you know?”

Steve grinned at him. “Thanks. Come on, have a seat. Take off your shirt. Relax.” He paused for a moment. “But not necessarily in that order.”

Eddie laughed and pulled off his shirt, tossing it on a nearby chair. He got on the lounge chair and laid back. He noticed the way Steve dragged his tongue over his bottom lip and smirked. Maybe Buckley was right.

“You’ve got a lot of great tattoos,” Steve said, wiping down Eddie’s chest with a mild anesthetic to clean the area. “Your old tattoo artist do those?”

Eddie shrugged. “Yeah, I mean most of them. A couple were stick and poke when I was high school.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “Shit, really? I wouldn’t have guessed. They’re all really good.”

Eddie blushed. He figured Steve was just being polite because he thought it was fairly obvious which ones were the stick and poke. “Speaking of high school, I would have never in a million years thought that King Steve would become a tattoo artist. You been doing this long?”

Steve chuckled. “Yeah, I got voted most likely to run my own business, but I’m pretty sure they thought something closer along the lines of hair care or some such shit.”

“At least yours was nice,” Eddie grumbled. “I got voted most likely to still be high school at the ten year reunion.”

Steve winced. “Was that the first time or the second time they held you back?”

“First.”

“That’s harsh, man,” Steve commiserated. “Yeah, no, I’ve been doing this for the last five years. Three years at my own shop.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows. “Wait really? That’s epic, dude.”

Steve nodded. “I went with a friend of mine to see about apprenticing under Hop. He caught me doodling on myself because I forgot to bring my drawing pad and offered the apprenticeship to us both.”

“I can see why,” Eddie said. “You do some pretty impressive work. Who was the friend? Robin?”

Steve laughed. “Yeah, no...I love Robin, and she is a lot of wonderful things, artist just isn’t one of them.”

Eddie laughed, too. “Yeah, okay. That’s fair.”

Steve picked up his gun and sat down on the rolling stool. “Nope, Max Mayfield. One of my nuggets, as Robin called them.”

Eddie blinked. “Shit, dude. She was my old tattoo artist? You two really apprenticed under Hop?”

Steve hummed. “Yup.” He turned on the gun and then shut it off again. “I know you said that you wanted it in your style, but can I add my own flourishes to it?”

Eddie cocked his head. “Yeah, sure. I liked what you did with Jeff’s tattoo, so yeah. Knock yourself out, man.”

Steve grinned. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

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slipping through his fingers

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Ex!Reader AU

Summary: You’ve only wanted the best for Eddie, even if that means you’re no longer in his life. 

Word Count: 5.4k+

Warnings: language, ANGST ANGST ANGST GALORE (I’m so sorry) with a happy ending

Author’s Note: this has been brewing in my drafts for a week. I’m so excited for you guys to read this! Just a few notes: this takes place in 1991 so Eddie’s 25 and the reader is 24! Also listen to love of my life by harry styles to get the full angsty experience. Please, please, PLEASE let me know what you think! Enjoy xoxo 

The moment you step into the bar, you realize how much you regret agreeing to go on a double date with Annie, her boyfriend, and their friend they’ve been wanting to set you up with for the last several weeks.

The bar is way too crowded. You just want to go home and watch some trashy show before going to bed. Your day was especially long today at the hospital and the last thing you wanted was to sit in a crowded bar packed like sardines.

You know you can’t get out of the date. You can’t even pretend to be sick when your best friend knows it’s a fat lie. You just don’t want to be here in this shitty bar with shitty beer and shitty food.

Biting back the sigh threatening to spill from your throat, Annie drags you by the hand through the sea of people to a high top near the stage. She pulls away when she sees Malcolm sitting beside who you can only assume is your date for the night. You hate to admit it, but he’s incredibly handsome.

He’s muscular with thick arms and a broad chest. His face has a perfectly manicured beard and he has the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. His hazelnut-colored hair is styled to perfection and he grins when Annie approaches.

Trailing behind her, you watch Annie kiss Malcom’s cheek affectionately and you stand awkwardly beside a chair. Heat creeps up your ears when the handsome stranger waves at you and you feel like the smile you try and fake turns into a grimace instead. You were already getting off on the wrong foot with this man.

Annie shrieks your name and pulls you towards the table, effectively towards the man across from you. “Seth, this is my best friend,” Annie introduced the two of you, grinning like crazy. You watch the handsome stranger —Seth— stick his hand out for you in a kind introduction. You shake his hand delicately and slide into the chair beside him, facing the stage. You shrug off your jacket and rest your purse on your lap.

“I’ve heard a lot about you!” Seth yelled over the music with a smile. “You’re a nurse, right?”

You nod in reply and glance over at Malcolm. He hops off his chair and hurries over to the bar, ordering drinks for you and Annie. “Yeah! How do you know Annie and Malcom?” you asked over the music.

“I’ve known Malcolm since we were kids. Annie’s doesn’t really stray far from him, as I’m sure you know.”

You smile at his answer and laugh, nodding along. They’ve been together for three years now. You try not to remind yourself of the time when they first started dating. It was the worst time of your life, having gone through an awful breakup.

“Thanks for humoring Annie and meeting me. I know you would probably rather be anywhere but in a crowded bar waiting for a band to play with a guy you just met.”

“There’s a band playing tonight?” you asked, sipping on your beer. “Annie didn’t tell me.”

Seth grins. “Yeah. It’s some heavy metal band Malcolm and I have been listening to over the last couple years. They’re really talented and they’ve gotten really successful.”

You laugh, quirking a brow at him. “Are you one of their groupies?” you teased.

A soft blush covers his cheeks and he ducks his head down to hide his smile from you. Seth runs a hand through his hair and scratches the back of his neck bashfully. He shakes his head. “No, just a big fan.”

“What’s the band called? Should I start listening to them after tonight?”

“Corroded Coffin.”

You choke on your beer and the wind is knocked out of you. Seth’s eyes widen and he rests a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Your head spins and you tug at the neck of your blouse, attempting to relieve the tightness in your neck. Your breathing sputters and you stumble off your chair. Annie’s brows pinch together, worry etched across her face.

Grabbing your purse, you hurry through the crowd towards the bathroom. Annie yells after you as you storm into the bathroom, clutching at the counter. The door pushes open and Annie stands in front of you apologetically. She smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of her neck.

“Why didn’t you tell me he was going to be here performing?” you asked her with a frown.

“I knew if I told you, you wouldn’t want to come on the date,” Annie admitted.

“You’re damn right I wouldn’t,” you hissed. “It’s been three years since I’ve seen him and you know how bad our break up was.”

“I know, but like you said, it’s been three years. You’ve moved on, Eddie’s in your past. Can you please come back to the table? Seth really likes you.”      

You let out a childish huff and roll your eyes at your best friend. Washing your hands, you leave the bathroom and return to the table. You didn’t care that it’s been three years since the last time you saw Eddie. Every now and then your mind wanders back to him if you let yourself reminisce on the past.  

You wonder what he’s been up to over the last three years. When you were together, the band started to take off. They performed at bars and clubs across San Diego nearly every night until a music producer offered to sign them to his record company after one of the sold out shows at a nearby theater.

You were ecstatic, thrilled that Eddie and the band were finally getting the recognition they deserved. Their hard work was finally paying off. They didn’t have to rely on their minimum wage jobs anymore to make a living. They were pursuing their dreams to be rockstars.

Their first tour was a major success, even though they performed in smaller venues across the west coast. They were itching to make it big, even though it took time. You always admired Eddie’s drive to succeed. He never took no for an answer and it got him far in life.

You would go to his shows on the weekends when your schedule allowed. You hated that you couldn’t spend as much time with him as before. You were busy with school and your clinical rounds at the hospital to go weeks on end touring with Eddie.

You wanted a career of your own, which Eddie understood, but the days, weeks, and some times months apart started to put a strain on your relationship. Every phone call you exchanged grew shorter and shorter with each day. When Eddie wouldn’t answer, there was a hole in your heart in the shape of him.

You missed how things were before Corroded Coffin rose to fame. You missed visiting the autobody shop Eddie used to work at and surprising him with lunch. You missed the excitement you felt whenever you snuck him into your dorm room at night. You missed feeling like a priority to him.

Your relationship fell apart on a Wednesday night. You begged Eddie for a date night the night before. You hadn’t had alone time together in a while and you couldn’t remember the last time you went on a date. You bought a brand-new outfit for the occasion and a racy lingerie set as a surprise for him. Eddie promised to meet you at the restaurant when they were done recording, but he never showed up.

The embarrassment you felt as you waited for him for nearly an hour would always stay with you. The pitying stares and soft smiles sent in your direction burned the back of your head as you drank yourself stupid to try and mask the pain you felt.

You left soon after you finished the bottle of wine you bought and hailed a cab home. When you walked through the front door to your apartment, Annie was surprised to see you home so early. You told her you wouldn’t be home until the morning because you planned on spending the night over at Eddie’s apartment.

The moment the door shuts behind you, you drop your purse to the ground and cry pathetically. Annie coaxes you to the couch and pulls you into her arms. You cry against her shoulder, ruining the makeup you perfected just for the date. Your mascara smears and you stain Annie’s t-shirt with your foundation.

Between your sobs, you tell her everything. You tell her how long you waited for Eddie at the restaurant until you made the decision to leave and come home. Your fingers cling to the blanket splayed across her lap as you voice what you’ve been trying to ignore: Eddie’s pulling away from you and you’re no longer a priority of his.

You suppose that you’re also to blame for the fall of your relationship. You and Eddie have been dating for the last four years and fell into a routine when you made the decision to go to California for school to be closer to Eddie. He was thrilled when you told him you would be coming with, and when you made it to California, you hadn’t expected for things to change so drastically between the two of you.

You thought it was going to be easy. It’s you and Eddie. It’s always been the two of you together. Who are you without each other? He’s your other half, your soulmate, the person you can’t live without, but you came to the stunning realization that the dreams you shared about starting your lives together in the future weren’t shared by him. Eddie chased his dream to be a star and left you behind.

For as long as you’ve been together, you were always on the same path. You and Eddie were going the same direction and then you slowly started to divert away from each other. You were holding him back and you only wanted the best for him. As much as you wanted to stay together because it’s what you know and what you’re used to, you have to let Eddie go.

You want different things now. You want something secure, tangible, something of what you had when things were easier and you didn’t feel second best. Eddie would always want more for the band and he would do anything to get it. You wouldn’t get in the way of his dreams.

Wiping away your tears, you let out a shaky breath and walk to the bathroom to take a warm shower. When you’re done getting ready for the night, you lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. Tears threaten to spill over your cheeks and there’s a soft knock on your bedroom door.

“Eddie’s here,” Annie murmured, poking her head through your door. “I can tell him you’re asleep if you don’t want to see him.”

“No, no, that’s okay,” you sighed, kicking your sheets off your legs and climbing out of bed.

Walking down the hall to the front door, you open it and slip outside. Eddie smiles sheepishly at you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. He rocks back on his heels anxiously and bends down to kiss your cheek.

“I’m so sorry I missed date night,” he apologized. “I lost track of time and Jeff came up with this incredible song idea for the next album and we just had to finish it. I can’t wait—”

“Eddie, stop,” you interrupted firmly, pushing a hand against his chest in order to create space between the two of you. Eddie’s soft smile crumbles and turns into a frown instead. He reaches out to touch you and you take a step away from him. The silence weighs heavily on your shoulders and you let out a huff. There’s no point in delaying the inevitable. If you didn’t do it now, it would only make things harder. “I think we should break up.”

Your heart drops to the depths of your stomach as the words escape your mouth. Your throat tightens and you feel like there’s cotton in your cheeks. The words hang over Eddie like a dark cloud as he digests your words. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from crying. It’s like you punched Eddie in the gut with the wounded look across his face. He hadn’t expected you to break up with him.

“W-What?” he stuttered as tears glossed over his eyes. “I know I’ve been distant lately, but it’s only because we have the album to work on and tour coming up soon. I can ask David to cut our schedule in half if you’re worried about the distance. I know I haven’t been putting a lot of effort into our relationship lately, but I’m willing to work on it. We can cut some of our hours in the studio so that I—”

“Eddie, stop,” you said again through your tears. You bite your bottom lip and turn to look down the hall of your apartment to avoid looking at him. “I’m not going to ask you to do that. I don’t want to get in the way of your success. I’m holding you back and I don’t want to make you choose.”

“You’re not,” he pleads, closing the gap between you and holding your face between his hands. Eddie rests his forehead against yours as the tears slide down both your cheeks. “You’re the reason why I’m so successful. I wouldn’t be where I am without your love and support. I’m nothing without it. I’m sorry if I make you feel unimportant. I’ve been so wrapped up in Corroded Coffin that I’ve lost sight of you… of us and you’re the best part of my life. Please don’t let us go.”

You blow out a shaky breath and close your eyes momentarily, basking in Eddie’s loving embrace one last time. His rough, calloused fingers brush against your soft cheeks and you breathe him in. The scent of weed, a deep musk, and tobacco fills your nose. You sniff quietly and swallow hard.

“It’s… it’s better this way. You get to live your dream without me holding you back. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let you throw your career away in order to be with me. What kind of person would that make me if I did? I have to let you go. I’m sorry,” you whispered through your tears, pulling away from him for the last time. You wipe away your tears with the back of your hand and look at Eddie’s warm brown eyes. They’re broken with tears as he looks at you. “Goodbye, Eddie.”

You turn your back towards him and sneak back into your apartment. Shutting the door behind you, you run to your room and cry yourself to sleep.

“Hey, are you okay?” Seth asked, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder when you return to the table. His bright, blue eyes stare at you curiously.

You laugh nervously and nod in reply. “Yeah, sorry. I think I just ate something funny before I came here,” you lied, downing the rest of your beer. “I’m getting another beer, do you want one?”

Seth nods and you hurry to the bar to grab two drinks. When you walk back to the table and slide into your seat, the house lights dim and the crowd cheers. You hold your breath as the silhouettes of the band appear against the backdrop on the stage before they walk out one at a time.

You feel 18 again when Eddie steps on stage. You suddenly feel like you’re back in Hawkins at the Hideout watching Eddie perform for the first time. You can’t help the look of awe that paints your face as you stare at Eddie.

The three years apart did him well. He’s dressed in a loose fitted t-shirt and his arms are incredibly muscular. Tattoos of all kinds paint his skin and his long hair sits messily on his shoulders. The longer you stare at Eddie, the faster your heart races. Your throat goes dry and blood rushes to the tips of your ears.

You watch with rapt intensity as Eddie walks to the center of the stage. He picks up his guitar and glances back at Gareth. He hits his drumsticks together three times before the thundering sound of Eddie’s guitar roars through the bar. You see Seth glance at you with a grin in the corner of your eye.

You never thought you would see Eddie again. You hadn’t imagined watching him perform again either. You feel like you were stuck in a dream. This was your brain’s way of mocking you. It was a constant reminder that you made the biggest mistake of your life by breaking up with him. It would haunt you forever and you couldn’t dream up what if scenarios had things been different.

By the look on Eddie’s face as he makes his way through the set list, you know you made the right decision. He belonged up on stage. It’s where he thrived. It’s what he was always meant to do. Eddie was always meant to be a rockstar.

It only confirmed what you know to be true: you would’ve held Eddie back had you stayed together. You wonder for a brief second if he’s ever grateful that you broke up with him all those years ago. Who’s to say what would’ve happened if Eddie did ask for the schedule to be cut in half to make more time for you? He probably wouldn’t be here had he done it. “Can we turn the house lights on for just a second?” Eddie asked into the mic as he took a sip of water. “I want to see the beautiful crowd!” the bar patrons and fans alike cheer and the lights turn on seconds later.

Eddie squints at the harsh light filling the room. His eyes scan the bar and he laughs, “I see why the lights are off,” he teased as the crowd laughs at his joke. You don’t bother trying to hide the smile on your face. You watch him look over the audience and then his eyes find yours and you feel time stop.

Your heart thunders against your chest as Eddie sees you for the first time in three years. His eyes widen in shock as he stares at you in disbelief. His doe, brown eyes fill with surprise and awe, his mouth slightly a gap.

Warmth flushes up your neck and across your face the longer he stares at you. You shrink into your chair and smile bashfully at him with a small wave. You ignore the worrying glance Annie gives you and the look of confusion across Seth and Malcolm’s faces.

Eddie stutters into the microphone and tears his eyes away from you. His cheeks flush a deep red and he scratches the back of his neck anxiously. “Uh… anyway!” he said, “It’s been a pleasure being with you all tonight. This is our last song of the night.”

The house lights turn off in favor of the stage lights and the bass thunders against your chest. You feel like you can barely breathe through the entirety of the song. Your ears ring from the loud noise and the sound of Eddie singing in your ear.

When the song ends, they all wave and bow towards the audience as the crowd claps for them. They leave in a cloud of smoke and the lights turn on again. A sigh of relief leaves your throat and you lean back in your chair, taking a large gulp of your second beer of the night. Annie reaches across the table and squeezes your hand.

“You okay?” she asked gently.

You nod, swallowing the alcohol in your throat. “I’m fine, Annie,” you answered.

“Do you… do you know the lead singer?” Seth asked you with a curious gaze.

You swallow hard, considering how to answer. “You could say that,” you really hoped with your short and incredibly vague answer that Seth would drop the subject altogether, but it’s Annie who comes to your rescue.

“Malcolm and I were going to head to his place,” she offers, “would you crazy kids like to take the party there?”

“No, thank though. I’ll finish my beer and head home,” you declined with a polite smile.

“I’ll stay too,” Seth replied.

“You don’t have to,” you told him. “I don’t want to ruin the fun. You can go with; I’ll survive on my own.”

Seth smiles gently at you. “Why would I go when the party’s staying with you?”

God, was that corny. You try and refrain from wincing at him. You hug Annie and Malcolm goodbye and watch them disappear out the door. You really hoped that Seth would’ve gone with them. You wanted to be left alone and wallow in your own self-pity. You weren’t in the mood to be on a date anymore.

You turn your head to the direction of the stage door when you hear it creak open. Gareth, Jeff, and Eddie spill out the back and into the bar. They’re grinning like idiots and as they attempt to walk to the bar counter, Eddie’s immediately surrounded by a small group of women. A bitter smile reaches across your face. It’s good to know that some things haven’t changed since you saw each other last.

Gareth and Jeff squeeze past them and make a bee-line to the bar. The older patrons sitting at the counter shake their hands and congratulate them on their good performances as beers slide into each of their hands. With their backs to the bar, they stare out into the crowd and Jeff’s eyes light up when they land on you. You watch him nudge Gareth in the side and nod towards you before they walk the small distance from the bar to your table.

“It’s so good to see you!” Jeff gushed, pulling you in for a hug you weren’t expecting. He leans back with his hands on your shoulders to get a better look at you. “This is such a nice surprise. How have you been?”

Your once hesitant smile turns genuine at your old friend’s greeting. It was nice to see them, despite everything you’d gone through with Eddie. Gareth and Jeff had been your friends once, but you cut them off too when you broke up with Eddie. It was too painful to be around them when you knew Eddie was nearby.

Jeff steps away from you and allows Gareth the opportunity to greet you with a hug. It’s warm and tight and reminds you of home.

“I’m good. You guys were incredible as always,” you trailed off, “Eddie, too.”

They smile apologetically at you and it feels weird to have his name leave your mouth after all these years. You talk quietly and politely introduce Seth to your old friends.

“How do you guys know each other?” Seth asked with intrigue.

“We went to high school together,” Gareth answered.

Seth nods and you talk quietly amongst yourselves and catch up for several minutes before your old friends are pulled away by a group of fans. You wave goodbye to them and turn back to your beer. It remained mostly untouched through the entirely of Corroded Coffin’s set. You take a long sip and resist the urge to look over at Eddie.

“Did you want to go to your place or mine after this?” Seth asked with a sly grin, reaching across the small space between you and squeezing your thigh.

You brush his hand off you and blench at him. You hop off your chair and it screams under the hardwood floor. “You seem like a nice guy, Seth, but I’m really not interested. The only reason I came was because Annie asked me to, not because I wanted to,” you replied honestly, shrugging your purse over your shoulder.

Seth frowns at your blatant rejection. He hadn’t expected you to say no. “You’re joking, right?” you shook your head. Seth’s once gorgeous face turns down into a sneer the longer he stares at you. “You’re an ugly bitch anyways. I don’t know why Malcolm insisted on meeting you.”

You glare at him and your hand wraps around the glass of beer you abandoned as you splash the liquid on his face. Gasps of surprise fill your ears but you’re so enraged to notice all the eyes on you. “If I’m such an ugly bitch,” you hissed under your breath, “why did you want to sleep with me, asshole?”

You slam the empty glass on the table just as security is about to escort you out. “I’m going!” you yelled. “There’s no need to escort me out, I know where the door is.”

You storm out of the bar into the crisp night air. Your heart beats wildly against your chest and you can’t help but cry tears of shame, embarrassment, but most importantly regret, on the walk home.

You stop in your tracks when you hear Eddie’s unmistakable voice chasing after you. You did not want Eddie Munson to see you cry after not seeing each other for three years. You pinch your nose and square your shoulders as he approaches you from behind.

“Are you okay? I saw what happened back there,” he said, standing in front of you.

You let out a shaky breath and meet his eyes. You never thought you would be this close to Eddie ever again. You roll your eyes as a tear touches your cheek. “It’s nothing I can’t handle,” you said with a sniff. “Just another entitled prick upset that I said no.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

The silence that follows is heavy and deafening. It has you itching to sprint the rest of the way home. This wasn’t what you pictured your reunion to be like. The last thing you expected was for him to see you cry over a stupid date.

“Don’t be. I should be the one saying sorry. You’re out here instead of at the bar. You didn’t have to come check on me.”

“I wanted to,” he murmured quietly with a light blush to his cheeks. “I just… I had to see you.”

“Eddie,” you warned with a pointed brow, “don’t.”

“Can you blame me?” he asked with a laugh. “It’s been three years and when I see you again, it’s like I’m seeing you for the first time all over again.”

“Stop it. Stop talking. Go back to the bar, Eddie,” you demanded firmly, stepping around him and returning your journey home.

You must be dreaming. There’s no way Eddie Munson is running after you. You’re dreaming. This is your mind playing tricks on you. This is a cruel joke. You’re not the protagonist in a John Hughes film. The man you loved and had to let go was not chasing after you all the way home.

“No!” Eddie shouted, running after you and blocking your path. His eyes are wide with determination and he rests his hands on your shoulders, keeping you in place. “I am not leaving you, not again. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

Fat tears coat your cheeks. You shake your head. “It’s been three years, Eddie.”

“And I’ve thought about you every day since.”

“Stop it. You’re making this so much harder. Please, just let me go.”

Eddie reaches to cup your face in his hands and the worn calloses on his fingertips brush against the tops of your cheeks. He swipes your tears away and his big, warm doe eyes stare back at you. Tears gloss over Eddie’s eyes.

“I’m not letting you slip through my fingers again.”

You tear yourself from his gentle embrace and look out into the street. Cars drive past you and people walk up and down the strip where most of the bars were where you lived. You swallow hard. “It’s better this way,” you muttered quietly.

“For who?” Eddie can’t help but yell. “You?”

You turn and look at Eddie with a menacing glare and shove him in the shoulder. All the pent-up emotions you’ve suppressed over the last three years came bubbling to the surface. You should’ve known that this conversation was going to happen. You should’ve left the bar earlier when you had the chance.

“No!” you yelled back, “For you! You got what you wanted, Eddie. You’re a rockstar. You’re rich and famous. It’s all you ever wanted. You were always meant for bigger things. You should be thanking me! If I didn’t break up with you, you probably wouldn’t be where you are right now.”

Eddie shakes his head at you, grabbing at his hair. This was not how either of you pictured reuniting. “I would’ve had you had we stayed together. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. None of this means anything to me if I don’t get to share it with you,” he confessed, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand.

You shake your head in denial. “That’s… that’s not true. You would’ve resented me for asking you to sacrifice your career to make me happy and I couldn’t do that. I knew that when the band started to blow up, that we were on different paths. I was busy with nursing school and I knew after I graduated that I wanted to get married and have kids eventually. I couldn’t ask you to settle down when you were just taking off. I wanted you to be happy, even if it wasn’t with me.”

The silence between the two of you is deafening. Now Eddie knows the truth. The weight on your chest lifts and a deep sigh leaves your throat. Eddie stares at you like a fish out of water. You step around him and ignore the tears blurring your vision as you resume the journey home.

Eddie yells your name again and grabs you by the wrist. His fingers slip through yours and he squeezes gently. “If you asked me, I would’ve said yes. I loved you… I still love you. I would do anything for you. It would’ve been hard getting married and having kids when Corroded Coffin started to take off, but at least we would’ve had each other. You’re all I’ve ever needed. You were always my priority, but I was losing sight of what was important to me, and then you left. I’ve regretted it ever since.”

Another onslaught of tears makes their way to the corners of your eyes and Eddie caresses your cheek in the palm of his hand. His forehead rests against yours and he brushes his nose against your cheek. You sniffle quietly and meet his brown eyed gaze, swallowing hard. “Do you mean that?”

“Have I ever lied to you about anything?”

You shake your head, a soft laugh bubbling through your throat. “No.”

Eddie’s mouth presses into yours. He swallows your surprise and pours every ounce of love and passion into the kiss. The kiss was three years in the making. He kisses you like a starved man. It makes your stomach twist. Eddie kisses you slowly, savoring each delicate breath the bled into his mouth. Your fingers press into his chest and squeeze the fabric of his t-shirt. Eddie smiles against your lips and his teeth kiss your skin. Your spine tingles and blood rushes to the tips of your ears.

His hand slides to the back of your neck and tangle in your hair. Eddie presses his chest against yours and you taste the saltiness of each other’s tears. He holds you in place, his free hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you on to your toes. It makes you gasp and he pokes his tongue into your mouth before pulling away for air.

You breathe hard, catching your breath and resting your hands against Eddie’s chest. Warmth spreads across your body, up your neck, and into your cheeks. You have only dreamed about this moment for the last three years.

“I’m not letting you get away this time,” he whispered into the night air. “I lived without you for three years, and I’m never doing that again.”

“I don’t want to, either,” you replied, kissing him again.      

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We'll burn the sky | part one

Warnings: none yet, this is just the beginning guys, band au

Pairings: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!fem!reader

Summary: You pay corroded coffin a visit and some tension between you and the front man arises.

Word count: 4.1K

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Chapter one

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You had mixed feelings about Eddie’s offer to join his band. A band that had already existed for so long. They are close, they already formed bonds a long time ago, joining them now feels like you are invading something.

Though, Eddie said that the guys would welcome you with open arms. And they already did, the night at the bar. Eddie convinced you to come back to his table, he introduced you to his friends and bandmates, who seemed to be very excited to meet you. All greeting you with big smiles. You and your friends ended up spending the night with them- which they seemed very happy about.

You didn’t really end up talking about music– at least not with the rest of the guys since they took more interest in your friends, which left you and Eddie, who you ended up in heated conversations with. He was fun to be around and he made you laugh a lot but he also kept on trying to convince you to come see them play again.

Two days later, he called you and invited you to come watch their band practice. You were skeptical about it but your friends convinced you, telling you that it’s stupid to pass on an opportunity like that. 

So here you are now, getting out of your car, you slam the door shut, pushing your sunglasses down your nose, you look around. Eddie’s van is in the driveway and you can already hear the sound of a guitar playing, along with the drums. The house isn’t big or luxurious in any way but it’s cute, plants and palm trees surround it.

The sun is beating down on your skin, already making you feel hot and sweaty even though it’s only 10 am. 

“There you are.”

You turn around to find Eddie walking up the driveway, two iced coffees in his hands. He is wearing black jeans and a belt with handcuffs on the front, a muscle shirt– that you can tell was self made, the sleeves were definitely cut off, sun glasses perched low on his nose, his hair falling down his shoulders– he looks good. 

“Hey,” you smile as you push your sunglasses up into your hair. 

Eddie smiles, eyes moving down to your bare legs, if he didn’t see the hem of your skirt beneath the big shirt, he would think that you forgot to put your pants on. He averts his eyes from you, looking at your car instead, “your car?” he asks, pointing to the black Camaro. 

You nod, smiling as you put your hand on the hood, “yup, she’s a beauty, isn’t she?” 

Eddie takes his sunglasses off and looks at you, smirking. 

She is. 

“Definitely,” he chuckles, “what’s her name?” he jokes, not expecting you to actually have a name for your car. 

“Stevie,” you grin, “you know, like Stevie Nicks?” 

Eddie chuckles, raising his brows, “of course,” he says, “that’s what I call my friend, Steve.” 

“Oh? If he is half as gorgeous as her, then I’d love to meet him,” you joke, crossing your arms over your chest with a smirk on your face. 

A laugh leaves his lips, “sorry, you won’t be meeting him any time soon.” 

“Why not?” 

“Well, he lives in Hawkins, Indiana,” he mumbles, offering you one of the coffees, “I didn’t know what you like so I just got you my usual order.” 

You raise your brows in surprise, “oh– that's nice, thank you,” you smile, taking it from his hand, you ignore the way it felt to touch his hand. 

“You’re welcome,” he smiles as he motions for you to follow him. 

“Hawkins, that’s your home?” you ask, looking at him in curiosity. 

“Uh–” he starts, scratching the back of his neck, “that’s where I’m from but it was never home to me, I don’t think I’ve found my home yet actually, you know?”

You nod, staring at him, “I get that.” 

He turns to look at you, furrowing his brows as he stares into your eyes, “yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you nod, looking into his dark eyes as you wrap your lips around the straw trying the drink he got you.

For a brief second, he lets his eyes wander. Staring at your lips and then into your eyes before he finally tears his gaze away from you. He can’t look at you, at least not in that way. 

“Mmm,” you hum, “vanilla?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Huh,” you tilt your head and eye him up and down, “didn’t take you for a vanilla kind of guy,” you say before you walk away from him, following the sound of the music. 

Eddie stares at the back of your head with a dumbfounded expression on his face, heart jumping in his chest and cheeks growing red. What did you just say to him? 

He shakes his head, sighing. 

You halt in your tracks when you find the others practicing in the garage. A smile appears on your face. Gareth is playing the drums as the others play guitar and bass.

Eddie stops next to you, clearing his throat, he looks down at you with a smile on his face, “sounds good, doesn't it?” 

You shrug, looking up at him with a smirk on your face, “good but not great,” you say. 

The smile falls from his face and he furrows his brows, “you’re mean.” 

“Just saying the truth,” you shrug as you take a sip from your coffee, “you know… better give your everything today, Eddie.” 

The offer was to watch them practice, see if you can get a feel for their music before you decide anything. You heard Eddie’s voice before– it’s beautiful but you don’t know if it would go well with yours and if you can even imagine yourself to be in this band. 

“Oh, I will,” he smirks as he leans towards you a little, “you’re gonna be begging on your knees for me to take you in.” 

You raise your brows and chuckle, “last time I checked, you were the one begging me to come here so..” you trail off, “why don’t you show me what you got, pretty boy?” 

He gulps at the nickname, blushing under your gaze. 

“You already watched us,” he points out. 

“Yeah, well– not the whole concert, I got kinda bored,” you smirk, tilting your head. 

He gasps, putting a hand over his heart, “ouch, you’re cold, firefly.” 

You draw back, scrunching your face up in confusion, “firefly?” 

He chuckles, “you glow in the dark, like a firefly,” he shrugs, “especially on stage.” 

You can’t help but smile at his words before you laugh, “it’s only because of my glowing boots.” 

Eddie looks down at your shoes, “really? They can glow?” he asks, smirking, “I want some too then.” 

“They were made just for me,” you joke, flipping your hair back. 

His eyes flash with something as he looks back into your eyes. 

Neither of you noticed that the band stopped playing and took more interest in your conversation. Jeff turns around to look at Gareth, smirking at him as they communicate with their eyes. 

“Hey, y/n!” Johnny waves at you, interrupting your moment with Eddie. 

You tear your eyes away from the man in front of you and turn to look at the boys, flashing them all a smile, “hey boys.” 

“Well, rock on then, Munson.” 

“Alright,” he grins.

Putting his hand on your back, he leads you into the garage, gesturing to the large armchair by the wall. You flash him a smile as you throw your purse on the chair and take a seat.

He puts his coffee down and places his sunglasses on the table, reaching for the notebook, he hands it to you, “this has all the song texts in it, you can go through them while we uh–” he pauses, gesturing the boys, “do our thing and uh if you got something you wanna add or change, just let us know.” 

You nod, “okay!” 

“Okay..” he mumbles, taking a moment to look at you as you eye the cover of his notebook. Your fingers trace the Hellfire logo, curiosity flashes in your eyes. 

“Eddie,” Gareth calls out to him, “your sweetheart is waiting.” 

You look up to see Gareth holding Eddie’s guitar, chuckling, you shake your head, “your sweetheart, huh?” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, “you call your car Stevie, don’t judge me.” 

“Stevie?” Jeff asks. 

“Yeah, like Stevie Nicks,” you and Eddie say at the same time, chuckling when your eyes meet. 

“Oh,” Gareth says, tilting his head, “you know, we aren’t like Fleetwood Mac, right?” 

“Not yet,” you smirk. 

They all give you disapproving looks and shake their heads at you. 

You lean back and cross your leg over the other, ignoring the way they all stare at your bare legs, you look out for a moment, admiring the way the sun shines down on the palm trees. 

Eddie speaks your name and gives you a nervous look, “you know, we aren’t like.. soft rock or alternative or something.” 

You look back up at him, “Fleetwood Mac’s genre is rock,” you frown as you open his notebook, reading the title of the first song, “but that sounds pretty soft to me,” you say, pointing to it, ‘Holder of my heart’.

“I–”

“Relax,” you snort, “just start already will ya?” 

He blinks and stares at you with an unreadable look in his eyes, “y-yeah.. right.” 

-

While you didn't pay attention to the first time you watched them play, you had the time and the chance to now and unfortunately, they need improvement, a lot of it. They go well together as a band, everyone is in tune, the harmony is there but something isn’t right.

Eddie’s voice is amazing and you can tell that he put a lot of passion into the song texts– but something about them doesn’t sound very genuine. Like the classic rockstar, he sings about sex, drugs and love but the love in his texts isn’t convincing, it doesn’t sound real. 

You pace back and forth, staring down at the text in his notebook as you listen to them play. 

They don't knock you off your feet, at least not yet.

A layer of sweat coats Eddie’s forehead, his bangs stick to his sweaty skin, it’s hot outside. 

They have been playing for the past two hours and Eddie already begins to grow frustrated, you don’t look convinced or like you enjoy their music. The frown on your face is constant, so far. He is familiar with that expression, it’s one he sees on Sam’s face all the time, it’s the kind that tells him what you think; ‘You are good but not good enough.’ Words he has heard way too many times in his life.

You keep interrupting them too, always complaining about something and it pisses him off- he doesn't regret inviting you, not yet, at least.

You wave at them to stop and when they do, you take your sweet time, staying silent as you go over the text one more time. 

Eddie puts his guitar down, panting as he wipes the sweat off his forehead. He reaches for the water bottle on the floor.

Gareth puts his drumsticks down and huffs, getting up to stretch, he sighs nervously when he sees you giving them a skeptic look. He shares nervous looks with Jeff and Johnny.

“Uh– listen, you are good but I don’t feel it,” you shrug, throwing your arms up a little. 

All the boys sigh, they have heard that before. 

Eddie rolls his eyes, “yeah, we’ve heard that before.” 

“Your producer– what’s his name?” 

“Sam,” Jeff answers. 

A knowing look crosses your eyes but none of them seem to notice. You nod, “okay, Sam. I get why he thinks it’s not good enough. The passion, the love, the rage is missing,” you say, flipping through the pages to look for a certain song, “like this,” you point to the title as you walk closer to Eddie, “I mean clearly this is about a girl, right?” you ask, looking around. 

They all nod at your words. 

“Right,” you sigh, “but the song text just doesn’t sound like a song you would write about a girl you’re in love with, I mean, no offense but this sounds more like a song, you would write about a fucking cat or something because this? This isn’t love. The song sounds half hearted just like the song text and when something is half hearted, it’s just shit, I’m sorry guys but this is bad.” 

The silence is loud. 

While Gareth seems to enjoy your little outburst, Jeff avoids eye contact with you. Johnny strums the guitar and Eddie looks like he is about to flip out on you. His face is red, eyes filled with sudden anger as he breathes heavily. 

You look him in the eyes, “that’s why Sam doesn’t like it, you don’t do half things in the music industry. You gotta put your whole heart into this, your soul. If you need a muse– at least get yourself a good one, one that inspires you, not whoever this girl was,” you say with wide eyes as you point to his notebook, “because she won’t get you an album or a tour.” 

Of course you know that you have insulted his work but you don't know that you also insulted his girl.

Gareth chuckles at your words, “harsh but I agree.” 

“Thanks,” you grin, he nods at you with a smile on his face. 

You can already tell that you will get along with him. 

Tilting your head, you look back at Eddie who looks even angrier than before. You don’t know why but seeing him so mad, brings you a weird sense of joy, you managed to get under his skin with just a few words. 

“I mean,” Jeff mumbles, “she’s right, Eddie.” 

Johnny nods in agreement, “yeah.”

Eddie raises his brows, glaring at his friends. Traitors. All this time, they didn't see anything wrong with his song texts and now they all suddenly hate them.

Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath. Eddie clears his throat and you almost expect him to start yelling at you but instead, he places his hands on his hips and nods, “well, that’s why you’re here, y/n,” he says, giving you a forced smile, “I’m open to change the song texts.” 

You laugh, staring at him, amused.

“Really? I thought you wanted me to sing your songs, not change them or make them better.” 

He huffs, looking away, he closes his eyes and clenches his jaw.

“Well,” he mumbles, looking back at you with angry eyes, “you seem to know your way around this since you got so much to say about the bad writing so, will you help me rewrite them?” 

“I’m not a writer,” you lie.

The frustration is so clear in his eyes, the rage is just radiating off of him. He is mad, you can tell that he is but there is also insecurity lingering in his eyes– the fear of not being good enough, you know this feeling all too well. 

You take pity on him, sighing, you flip one of the other pages open, “i don’t like the way you sing this song but it’s easily fixable, you just gotta change a little something about the lyrics and uh–” you pause, looking up at them, you scratch the back of your neck as you look at Eddie’s guitar, contemplating asking him if you could play it– no, he is mad enough already. You look at Jeff, giving him a sweet smile, “can I borrow your guitar?” 

“Yeah sure.” 

He walks towards you as he moves the strap over his head, holding the guitar out for you, he gives you a smile as you thank him. You place the notebook on the armchair and put the strap around your shoulder, holding the guitar against your body, you pluck the strings, trying to find the right pitch. 

Eddie leans against the wall and crosses his arms over his chest, he watches you intently. Something about the way you draw your brows together and purse your lips as you begin to play makes his gaze soften a little. You look down at the writing in his little notebook and begin to sing, using a darker, sadder tone for this song. 

Your voice calms Eddie’s heart. The words that Eddie wrote, fall from your lips so beautifully, naturally. He exhales softly, his heart flutters weirdly in his chest when you look into his eyes. 

He moves his head along to the rhythm, his lips twitch as you give him a small smile. You close your eyes again and focus on the song.

Eddie glances at his friends who all watch you with impressed looks on their faces.

Reaching for his guitar, he places his fingers against the strings and closes his eyes, waiting for the right moment to join you. He focuses on your voice and on the rhythm, getting a feel for it before he begins to sing with you, startling himself with the way your voices just go together, they are so different and yet it’s like they melt into one. 

Eddie’s eyes lock with yours and something in his heart and in his soul just screams– in joy or in pain, he cannot tell, not yet. But there is this sudden ache in his chest as he looks into your eyes and sings his song with you. It’s only the second time that he sees you, the first time that he sings with you and yet it doesn’t feel like it. It feels like you reunited. Everything around him disappears, all he sees, all he hears, all he feels is you. 

And when it’s all over, he can’t help but ask himself; will you be the beginning or the end of it all? Will you be the savior or the ruin? 

He doesn’t know. 

But he knows that the band needs you, that he needs you. 

And when you agree to try it, to practice more with them and help him rewrite the songs, the weight falls off his shoulders and he feels like he can breathe again, like he can feel hope again, like coming out here was no mistake after all. 

At the end of the day, all his anger vanishes into thin air, the frustration is gone. A smile is resting on his face again.

Walking you back to your car, he can’t help but stare at you. You possibly stole a piece of him while you were singing and looking at him with those indescribable eyes of yours. 

“So uh– I knew you were talented, like, that one time at the bar was enough for me to know but you truly impressed me today,” he says. 

You smile, looking up at him with a blush on your face, “yeah?” 

You both come to a halt, leaning against the car and crossing your arms over your chest, you look up at him. He pulled his hair up earlier, a few strands fell in front of his face and you feel the urge to tuck them behind his ears but you keep your hands to yourself. His doe brown eyes are soft, twinkling with happiness. 

“Yeah,” he whispers, nodding his head. 

“Even when I was being mean?” you tease. 

He looks away, shrugging as he sighs, “you were just being honest,” he mumbles, “wasn’t good for my ego but yeah,” he jokes causing you to chuckle. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so harsh, it’s just… when I get really into it, I can’t seem to stop myself.” 

A breathy chuckle falls from his lips, “no.. no, that’s good. At least you don’t lie, you just say how things are.” 

“And that’s a good thing?” 

“Yeah,” he nods. 

“You will regret saying that, I can be very mean.”

He leans towards you with a smirk on his face, “at least you’ll tell me the truth.” 

He is close enough for you to smell his cologne, the aftershave mixed with the smell of cigarettes and sweat from playing in the heat all day. Your stomach flutters. Your eyes fall on the guitar pick necklace and the tattoo that peeks out from beneath his shirt. You look up into his eyes again. God, he is so pretty. 

You raise your brows, “you want the truth no matter what?” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Okay,” you chuckle, “I’ll keep that in mind, Eddie.” 

He smiles, eyes flickering down your body, he swallows harshly before he tears his gaze away. Reaching for the handle, he opens the door for you, “well, it was an honor to play and sing with you today, y/n. I look forward to tomorrow.” 

“Me too,” you whisper as you get lost in his eyes, “you know.. we’ll have to practice a lot, right? If you want the album, it has to be perfect, not good, not great– perfect.” 

His face grows serious as he takes your words in. 

“I’ll help you as best as I can and then I’ll be on my way–”

“What?” he frowns, “no, no– I want you in the band, I don’t want you to be just the songwriter, I want you to be our singer, I want you to sing with us, with me.” 

“Eddie, this–” you gesture to the house, to the van, the garage, “this is yours, it’s your band, your friends, I don’t belong here–”

“Yes, you do,” he scoffs, “that’s why I want you. You think I would just make this offer to anyone? Hell, I would never let anyone into the band but you, your voice– it’s exactly what was missing, shit, I mean you could take this bad song texts, go to Sam and he would make that album right away because it’s you singing them, you could make the worst songs good– it’s just, something about you, I don’t know. You are just– your voice is perfect,” he rambles, growing red the moment he realizes the things he just said. 

Your heart feels full from all his compliments. 

You giggle, “you say all these things as though you have known me all my life.” 

It feels like he does. 

Eddie shrugs, “I just really want you in the band and I love your voice.” 

Your eyes light up, happiness rushes through you, “I love your voice too.” 

“You do?” 

“I do.” 

He smiles at you, “please, join the band, y/n. You would make it even better– I mean, you saw how well we worked together back there, your voice is just metal, Sweetheart. So please, join the band,” he begs, pleading you with his puppy eyes, “let’s become rockstars together, live the dream we both have and all that, you know?”  

You chuckle, shaking your head as you look away from him. Eyes settling on the black camaro that belonged to your dad, you made a promise to him. 

“Okay,” 

“Okay?” 

“Yes,” you whisper, meeting Eddie’s eyes, the joy in them is so clear, it looks like he can barely contain it and that alone made saying yes worth it.

You look away from him, "you know, I kind of lied earlier."

"About what?"

"About not being a writer," you mumble, giving him a sheepish smile, "I wrote songs before- a whole album actually."

Surprise is written all over his face, "really?"

"Yeah," you whisper.

"Who'd you write for?"

You shrug, looking down, "doesn't matter anymore, he never actually got to sing the songs- it would've been the second album."

The tone in your voice and the sadness in your eyes intrigue him.

"What happened?" he asks, softly.

You look up, "he died," you mumble, "I still have the song texts you know? I wrote them for him, I think we could actually use some lines for your songs, I mean, if you are okay with that- I think they would fit in well."

Eddie nods, "we could.. try to work with that. Maybe you can sing them to me, next time," he offers.

"You'd want that?" you ask, a smile tugging at your lips.

"Yeah, of course, I wanna see what you got, firefly," he grins.

Your heart jumps in excitement, filled with happiness and excitement for everything that is to come. 

You sealed your fate that day and if you had just known that you’d be standing in front of him with tears in your eyes and a shattered heart a few months later, you would have never said yes to Eddie Munson. 

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11 - ɪᴍᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - ꜱᴀɴ

ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇꜱ

part 1

pairing: lead singer! san x groupie! reader (fem) feat. guitarist! seonghwa (seonghwa is just kinda there in this i’m sorry ;;)

genre: band au, smut

summary: after being rejected by your favorite guitarist, you give the lead singer a visit instead.

w.c: 2.6k

warnings: some mxm in the intro, san’s a menaceeee but so is the reader, dom leaning! san, sub leaning! reader, dirty talk, nipple play (m/f receiving), degradation, marking, brief spit mention (it wouldn’t be my fic if there wasn’t spit somewhere 🫶🏼), unprotected sex, impregnation kink (duh), there’s a big focus on cum bc i’m filthy, tiny mention of cum inflation, multiple creampies

a/n: i think this might be my favorite fff fic so far <3 i just really like the idea of alt metal ateez okayyy and plus san's my bias so i went completely off the rails 🥵 also no one asked but the lyrics of the song in the intro were taken from the ending of “kingslayer” by bring me the horizon and the bridge of “the death of peace and mind” by bad omens <3

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“I can feel youuuuu!” San sang with every ounce of his being, bending himself backwards, his head hanging upside down, a few beads of sweat dripping from his temples. He stood back up and held onto his mic with a death grip, bringing one leg up onto the speaker that continued to blast out the loud, angsty instrumental. “Is this what you want?” The crowded chanted his name, fueling his ego and his wish to leave everything he possibly had to give on the stage.

“Then, this is what you fucking get,” he growled out, a few veins visibly straining against his freckled neck, his dark eyes filled with pure rage. “Augh!” Consumed with the energy of their performance, he tore his loose black tank top off in a downwards motion. The remaining fabric hung off of his frame, his perfectly toned upper body now on display for everyone and their mom to gawk at. When the music came to an intensely loud peak, he suddenly reached his arm out to point to someone who probably blew their load right then and there.“You motherfuckin’ shit!”

You were squished against the barricade, hardly paying attention to the rowdy people routinely bumping into you from all sides, too distracted by how mesmerizing San was onstage. And how incredibly wet you were. If Seonghwa was so fond of sharing himself with others, what was stopping you from doing the same thing?

San and the rest of the band, including Seonghwa, began banging their heads to the heavier-sounding combination of guitars, drums, and bass. “Put your hands up, motherfuckers,” San exhaled into the mic, scanning the crowd with his blown out pupils, looking certifiably insane. He always stayed in character onstage, but how much of it was an over exaggeration and much of it melded with his true persona? Not knowing turned you on to a degree you were almost ashamed of.

Most of the crowd followed his lead, reaching a hand out into the air to put up the rock symbol, though a few girls were too busy ripping off their bras to toss in his direction. You simply stood there with your bottom lip trapped in between your teeth, waiting patiently for him to find you in the crowd. Once the lead singer’s hooded eyes were on you, you lifted your band hoodie up and allowed your tits to drop out of the thick material, bouncing a bit on your heels from your excitement.

San groaned at the sight of you, not having the self-control to keep himself from grabbing his half-hard cock through his tight pants. “Are you ready for this? I said, put your fucking hands up,” he shouted to the sea of people below him, not able to take another look at your bouncing tits when Seonghwa grabbed San by his small waist, his fingers hooking into the material of the lead singer's torn jeans, yanking him in his direction.

Licking his lips, San lifted his mic in between them, allowing Seonghwa to let out his own raspy yell, his voice starting low and guttural and eventually growing louder and raw, showing off his impressive pipes. San watched him with a fondness that bordered arousal, his hands sinking into the other’s damp raven locks, gripping it tightly. Seonghwa’s eyes rolled back, his fingers still expertly hitting note after note without much concentration, as though it were second nature.

“Are you satisfied?” San yelled out, expelling the air from his diaphragm in order to produce the perfect metal scream, almost being drowned out by the overwhelmingly heavy sound of guitar and drums. He tugged Seonghwa in his direction, pressing a rough kiss onto the guitarist’s open mouth, his tongue slipping inside. Once San got his fill, he shoved Seonghwa backwards, a small string of saliva dripping from their mouths. He bent over near the edge of the stage, squeezing the mic inside his calloused hands, his once slicked-back hair now falling into his eyes. Waiting for his cue, he took in a deep breath, his neck veins making a return, shouting with raw intensity, “Are you fucking satisfied?!”

The crowd lost their goddamn minds, cheering and shouting, some still holding their rock symbols up, and others too busy shedding a tear. Personally, you didn’t understand how you survived witnessing set after set for so long, or how anybody else did, for that matter. Their performances were always so viscerally stimulating, it physically hurt that you couldn’t simply jump onto the stage and let each of them use you to their heart’s content.

-

You found yourself standing at the door of Seonghwa’s hotel room, despite your plans to talk to San after the show ended. “Goddamn it,” you mumbled to yourself, wondering why you weren’t capable of playing hard to get around him for even a microsecond. Maybe if you did, you wouldn’t be the one waiting around for him.

Hearing your eventual knocks, Seonghwa answered the door, his raven hair wet and clinging to his bare face, remnants of mascara present underneath his eyes. Naked for only a moment, he wrapped a small towel loosely around his slender hips. “Baby, hey. What’d you think of the show?”

Your pensiveness melted in an instant, instead being replaced by your clear adoration for him. “God, I can’t even describe how it made me feel, Hwa. I just know how fucking wet it made me.”

He chuckled to himself, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. “You’re always wet for me, Y/N.”

You took a step closer, your hand moving past his towel to lightly stroke his length, lifting yourself up onto your heels to whisper near his face, “Always.”

Seonghwa took in a deep inhale and let it out, leaning his head back, growing hard inside your grip. "Baby..." After a few moments, he brought himself back to reality, suddenly grabbing you by the chin and pressing a harsh kiss against your lips, only to push you away, a sad smile on his flushed face.

“Hwa…?” you mumbled, slowly retracting your hand, your eyes wide with surprise.

Two separate feminine voices came from the bed that was out of view, the both of them whining about how he was taking too long. Seonghwa sighed, rubbing his neck. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I should’ve told you I was busy tonight. Why don’t you visit San?”

“Maybe I will.” No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t keep your lips from forming a small pout, though you were able to furrow your brows in annoyance. “You know what?”

Seonghwa frowned, feeling bad, but knowing you wouldn’t want to join him as a third. You simply required too much attention from him in a group setting, unable to handle when he took care of others in front of you. “What?”

Your pout was replaced by a subtle, but distinctively smug smirk. “I’m gonna let him put a baby in me.”

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Okay, take two. You knocked on San's hotel room door, unconsciously pulling on your hoodie strings, leaning back on your heels. You almost felt like you should back out, not wanting to get rejected by your idols one after another. Before you could take a step back, San opened the door halfway, giving you a lewd, almost cheshire-like smile, his eyes surveying your chest as though he were reminiscing about what had occurred an hour earlier. "What brings you here, doll?"

Wrapping one of the hoodie strings around your index finger, you looked up at him past your fluttering eyelashes, your tongue wetting the corner of your glossy lips. "Is that offer still good?"

San’s brown eyes dilated in real time, his face and body almost frozen like he was malfunctioning, before immediately turning around to yell at the half-dressed groupies lazing around on his bed. "Time for you guys to go! Something just came up, so go find another band member to fuck, alright?”

The group of girls and guys, some older and some younger, groaned and cursed amongst themselves, eventually filing out of the door, some of them giving you dirty looks. “You better fuck him good for us,” one of them grumbled near you, prompting you to emit a small ‘yep’, before he disappeared down the hallway with the rest of the groupies.

You turned your attention back to San who had already grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the room and shutting the door behind you, pressing you against it with his heated body. "You were about to fuck all those people?" you asked casually, reaching down to slip your hands underneath his sleep tee, your fingers exploring the soft curves of his hips and stiffness of his abdominal muscles, not able to decide which felt better underneath your touch.

"Yeah..." he sighed, arching his back slightly when you began to play with his pierced nipples. “I like performing for a crowd…” He eventually leaned his head into your shoulder, emitting small breaths of air, your fingers expertly tweaking and twisting the small metal bands to give him maximum pleasure.

“Of course you do.” You lifted San's shirt off of him, your fingers going back to his pebbled buds to play with them some more, pulling at his piercings, making him groan. "Do you fill all of them up with your cum, Sannie?"

“Uh-huhhh…” San exhaled into your neck, bringing one of his hands up to slip underneath your hoodie, grabbing onto one of your tits, squeezing it roughly inside the palm of his hand. “Every last one.”

You moaned, your fingers going lax for a moment, caught up with how San pushed both hands under your hoodie to knead your tits around, his fingers flicking your nipples. "Ahh, how do you not run out?"

He grinned after hearing the small squeaks you made when he pinched and pulled at them instead, mumbling in a deep voice near your ear, "I just have a lot of love to give, doll."

Boldly slipping your hand past his briefs and gripping his hardened cock, you asked in a sweet tone, "Does that mean you have a lot of love to give me?"

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San had you folded up on the mattress, holding your ankles down near your head, slamming his hips into you so quickly and forcefully, neither of you could take a proper breath. He leaned his head down, his wet bangs tickling your forehead from being so close, chuckling softly at the sight of your starstruck expression. "You look like you want to say something, Y/N."

"You were—aaah—so amazing onstage earlier, Sannie..." you breathed out, your cunt clenching tightly around his throbbing cock, familiar with the warmth and thickness of his cum, knowing he was shooting more inside you. "You made me so fucking wet..."

Almost shuddering from how hard he was cumming, San buried his face into your hickey-covered neck, sucking on the skin of your collarbone, groaning out, “I already know how goddamn wet I made you. I bet those panties of yours were drenched by the end of the show, huh?" San moved down from your neck to your chest, slurping up each of your tits into his mouth, one at a time, giving them both the attention they deserved.

"I had to play with myself on the tour bus on the way back here..." you admitted, wanting to say more, but being unable to, emitting a sharp gasp instead. Your tits were a lot more sensitive now, especially from how San alternated between having them inside his mouth and using his tongue on them. “No one saw me though, I swear. I did it in the bathroom.”

He spit onto one of your already shiny tits, wanting to make more of a mess, before he dove in to suck and lick at them like he was racing against an invisible timer. "Mm, looks like babydoll can't get enough of me onstage...so much so that she resorts to being a needy little whore all by herself," he mumbled on your bruising skin, eagerly flicking his tongue at a nipple, making you squirm underneath him. "Bet you wanted me to pull you onstage and pump a baby into you in front of all those people, huh, naughty girl?”

"Yeah, I did...and it's your fault," you whined softly, emitting a set of soft, airy moans, San's cock brushing against your g-spot over and over. "Take responsibility, Sannie." Your fingers clenched into the muscles on his broad back, feeling them tense up underneath your touch.

"My fault? My fault you needed me so badly that you resorted to showing these pretty tits off in front of everyone?" Finding your dick-drunkenness to be amusing, he wanted to push the topic, pressing kisses to your neck up to your jaw, still thrusting into you at a fast pace. "It's my fault for turning you into a shameless little slut? Hm?"

"Yes!" you cried out, your voice broken and hoarse from how hard you were cumming, your trembling thighs squeezing around his tiny waist.

"Hm, I guess I should take responsibility, huh?" Blowing a few strands of hair out of his hooded eyes, he pulled out slightly, holding the tip of his cock against your pulsing hole. "I should take responsibility for all these fucking loads I'm filling you with too," he groaned, stroking himself for a few more seconds, his seed eventually spurting out onto your mound, the liquid dripping down along your puffy folds.

“Mm, fuck, that’s it,” you reacted, reaching down with one hand to rub his cum around your cunt, pushing two fingers inside your gaping hole to fuck the liquid into yourself. However, your fingers weren’t enough to satisfy you. You needed his cock inside. You needed to be filled with his hot, milky love one last time. “It’s not enough, Sannie. I need more.”

Your shameless desperation and insatiable lust was like chicken soup for his black soul, making him hard again almost instantaneously. “Yeah? You want to milk me completely dry, doll?”

“Yes, please.” You suddenly lunged up from the bed and pushed San down, his back hitting the mattress with a bounce, sinking down onto his length without a second thought, his cum being pushing out of you.

“God, yes, fucking ride me, you whore,” San growled, gritting his teeth, one hand gripping your hip tightly, the other on your lower stomach, allowing you to fuck yourself to hell and back using his cock. “You’re so full for me…so full of my seed…yet, it’s not enough…” He pressed on your abdomen, feeling some resistance, convinced that his cum was making your tummy swell slightly. “God, I fuckin’ love you…”

Bouncing on San’s dick with feverish speed, you started to pant heavily and drool a bit, not even caring that he was seeing you in such a fucked-out state. You were simply too desperate to make him cum again, to the point that you didn’t even care about reaching your own high. “Fill me up, Sannie. Please, please, please fill me up with your cum…Fuck it into me, into my womb…make me yours…”

Your whiny-sounding words and tight, cum-slicked cunt brought San to his end, making him shudder and thrust wildly up into you. “God, here it comes, baby…take my fucking load…” He let out a series of throaty, almost guttural groans, ramming himself into you until he held you completely still, slowly pumping his seed as deep as he possibly could.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…” you echoed weakly, pretty sure you were unraveling in that instant from how insanely amazing it felt to be stuffed completely full of your favorite lead singer’s seed. If you were having a baby for anyone, it was definitely him.

Once you came back down to reality, your body felt heavy and almost numb, causing you to slowly drop down onto San’s chest, your sweaty, sticky bodies melding together. “That was…Fuck, I can’t even form the words…”

San stroked your wet hair, gazing up at the ceiling, the post-nut clarity incredibly kind to him this time around. “I might have to write a song about it.” You giggled softly, moving your fingers upwards to slip into his hair as well, gently massaging the shaved area of his hair near his pierced ear.

After some comfortable silence, San eventually inquired, "So, am I your favorite band member now?"

You lifted your head up, your skin still flushed beyond measure, bringing your hand to your mouth to wipe some drool away from your lips. "I don't pick favorites."

San burst out into laughter, patting the top of your head and giving you a pleased smile, his dimples making your heart race. "Now, that's a fucking lie."

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[nhothicket]

Ever create a band au even though you cant draw instruments?

more info below the cut :>

Meet Bdubs, 38, stage name BdoubleO - Boomer is often mistaken for his first name, but is just another nickname for the pile. Infamous online, if it weren't for the fact that he makes disgustingly good music he would probably have more hate followers than genuine fans. The line between charming asshole and just asshole is one he fails to tread lightly most days, but he's mostly harmless. Let's just say the Bdoubleo could also stand for boorish. A bit of a sellout, but he enjoys what he does and many appreciate his extremely.. candid attitude. Best likened to a cartoon villain dressed as a rockstar, with the ego to match. (It's usually his unrelenting pretentiousness that gets him into Twitter spats.)

Thank you @foxden-frontier for always helping out with my stupid aus ^v^

Annoying at worst, unfortunately very charismatic at best. You could say he's a softie at heart, but that implies its at all difficult to spot. Once he's done "clapping back at all the haters", in person he's still got a temper (he thinks he has a bad boy reputation to uphold) but is enthusiastically friendly.

Etho, 32, resident keytarist of creatively named band Canadian Bacon. Joined by his two best friends, Pause the frontman and bassist, and Beef their drummer. A deceptively popular band if judging by their permanent rough draft name and their nerdy-college-student dress code. Etho himself is just a guy who likes playing music with his buddies, their hobby having blown up under their noses. Now, as an unfortunately successful touring artist, Etho's anonymity is scarce, but he continues to wear his mask to discourage widespread photos of his face. In spirit. He's concerned about having his face plastered all over fan accounts, which still occurs, but a perk of having a completely rabid fanbase is that many will defend your boundaries to their last dying breath. Like his face, his legal name is out and about online, but its similarly discouraged. Best likened to just a guy.

If asked on the subject of his scar, the entire band has various different whimsical stories, brand new everytime. His lack of internet presence means Pause and Beef are free to make up whatever misinformation about him as they please completely unchecked (in jest of course), and they do take advantage of that. Many of these alternative facts are passed around on wikis and in fan circles.

To say Bdubs is jealous of Canadian Bacon's popularity is an understatement. They weren't even trying at all and yet they're the hot shit? But instead of putting that jealousy to hatred (which he had considered of course) he's instead set himself on proving himself. And if that means impressing Etho then so be it. Why does it mean impressing Etho? Good question, never ask it again. They say keep your enemies close, and Bdubs' enemies don't deserve personal space.

As it turns out, Etho wasn't too difficult to impress or maybe Bdubs was just that amazing. Either way, they end up hitting it off. Their friendship is an interesting one, mostly because Etho's fans basically hunt Bdubs for sport online. We're talking scribbled out of pictures, get behind me, #FreeEtho. Etho thinks he seems pretty cool though, if not a bit much sometimes, so no harm no foul.

Okay, rapid fire, some other notes for this au.

> Etho's legal name is Ethel. Because it is. My heart is so set on it. But if you're boring, Ethan or Ezekiel or something work too I guess.

> Etho's keytar mimics a more traditional guitar in most cases, though he's known to experiment a lot with how far he can push that.

> Etho's scar is from a mugging in this au, not a very fun story to tell. Beef practicing his brand new razor blade throwing hobby or fighting a bear to beat Pause in a bet is much more entertaining.

> Canadian Bacon is meant to have a manager, but I couldn't think of anyone I felt fit. Just a note.

> Bdubs has a habit of grabbing Etho by his tie and pulling him down to his level or otherwise using it as a leash. Etho doesn't usually wear the tie outside of show stuff or interviews, but he wears it around Bdubs because thinks its funny. When there's no tie that doesn't stop Bdubs, collars and hoodie strings are subject to the same usage.

> Etho isn't aware of how infamous Bdubs is when they meet as they meet at a festival with a big group of other musicians. Most of which already know Bdubs as his more excitable friendly self. He only finds out later when Bdubs complains about Etho's fans flaming him anytime he mentions him.

> Bdubs still has a self-imposed curfew, 10pm every night unless it conflicts with a show. He needs his beauty sleep.

> The trigger reason for the animosity toward Bdubs is due to being blamed by fans for the split of his last band that had a pretty hardcore cult following (OOG, I've not named their band yet), and that has since snowballed into what it is today, despite his actions being relatively harmless. To note, this was not an assumption at all promoted by either party, it was entirely a fanmade judgement.

> For those who can, picture s5 jungle Bdubs mixed with drunken OOG(E) ctm maps for his approximate personality. Still goofy but with a sharper tongue and a lot worse of a temper.

> Originally I considered Cleo as Bdubs' manager so he's not all alone in narrative sense, I still think it's not a bad idea I'd love to see her chew him out for acting like a moron. Ren or Scar would be also be options for manager.

> Bdubs needs a touring band, but I'm not well versed enough in the hermits to actually pick one out. Just a note.

Okay, that's most of it! There's some more pg-13 headcanons for this au, along the lines of fuck yeah rock'n roll lifestyle, but it's not really important I'm sure just that is enough to get the gist of it. Thank you for reading this overly long note. ^v~

#Definitely expect more stupid aus - ive been having a lot of fun throwing them into random scenarios #ive been watching a lot of older bdubs content lately and ive been loving his attitude #band au #bdubs #etho #birdie art #birdie writing #bdoubleo #bdoubleo100 #hope i did the alt text right - let me know if it needs fixing #bdouble100 fanart #bdoubleo fanart #ethoslab fanart #etho fanart #ethoslab #hermitcraft fanart #divorce duo

[dollveis]

hey! saw your requests were open :) could you do a story (modern or current au) where joel owns bar and sometimes lets bands/people play and a f!reader is singing (and playing gutair) while ellie is there and once the reader is done with her set she goes up to the bar (where ellie is) and they flirt? or maybe ellie starts coming to the bar more often only to hear the reader? il your work your so talented!

⠀⠀⠀𐚁 ͏͏ ᳝˚ ͏͏𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬' 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤. | ellie w. ׁ ׂ ✦

✿ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : modern!ellie x fem!reader.

✿ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : ellie's too drunk to drive, the music is nice and you're too.

✿ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : ellie is crushing so bad it's cute, kinda insecure ellie too, love at first sight, mostly fluff, mention of fingering (i couldn't help myself).

✿ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ; 1.2k

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀✿ ﹙ 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒﹚: I ABSOLUTELY FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS REQUEST, IT'S SO CUTE, so i hope it fulfills your expectations. sadly lately im having a block but i had fun writing this. pd: i don't know how i always make shy ellie until she gets affected by some substance.

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captivating. that's the word ellie williams would use to describe you and your presentations, but mostly to describe you. you captivated her attention since the first time she saw you even if she would deny it everytime joel whispered in her ear how mesmerized ellie was by you, the kinda cute girl with a pretty voice and pretty hands playing the guitar like she would call you in her mind.

"if you keep looking at her like that i think you're gonna erase her face." he mocked the auburn haired girl, who as answer just protested and stood up with her drink in hand, the gray-haired man let out a throaty laugh and walked away to serve a drink to some man who called him.

she was not looking at you, not like that. she was just admiring how talented you were. and fuck, you really were, a relaxing and silvery voice accompanying the sweet tune of the acoustic guitar playing a recognizable rhythm for ellie, take on me by a-ha, and she couldn't help herself but think about how attractive you seemed under the yellowish lights of the old west thematic bar. well, maybe she was looking at you like that but she refused to admit it because ellie was really far away from being a hopeless romantic (probably the opposite), but since joel introduced her to you like an old pupil of his she fell like a fool, at first sight.

"she's good, isn't she?" joel came back, lying against the bar, looking at you, the girl who he taught to play guitar when she was 8. ellie hummed in response, absorbed by you. "since she started coming here to perform you're also coming more." he pointed.

"i'm not, liar." she barked defensively, and that made joel chuckle. "i come when people play..."

"yeah, but always come when she's here." he could barely contain his cocky smile, for joel seeing his 'anti love' kid was the funniest, cute too. "you should talk to her more, she's a good girl."

"what?!" her body becoming stiff at the thought of talking to you, she looked at him with wide eyes. "there's no way i'm doing that. no, like, no fucking way, joel, she's out of my league." ellie rambled, with nervous voice and red ears.

"who's out of your league?" there you were, with a shy smile and your guitar in it's case.

"who? no one!" she layed back against the bar with her beer in hand and an awkward smile avoiding looking directly to your eyes. "hey, yn... you did good." scratching her neck, she tried to look at you.

"thank you, els." you said, putting your weight on one leg, with your head facing down and your eyes looking at her.

"els?" she said with a dorky smile, red ears and brilliant eyes.

"you don't like it? sorry, it was not my intention, i didn't wanna-"

"no, i mean, it's not that-"

"no, really-" you were a nervous wreck just by the thought of her hating you.

"i like it." she said confidently, confident that disappeared in seconds, leaving a reddish ellie with wide eyes who took her whole beer in one sip trying to calm herself. "joel, serve me a whiskey!".

she wanted to disappear, she embarrassed herself in front of you, or that's what she thought, but you laughed attempting to be as discrete as you could, making her laugh shyly. you walked next to her, ordering a drink.

you didn't know how it happened, but you were entering ellie's room with her, holding hands with interlocked fingers and your heart racing fast.

joel asked you to drive the affected ellie, who drinked anxiously trying to calm her nerves, to her house, and you accepted concerned about the freckled girl. she was not that bad, but she was drunk enough to don't let her drive.

"okay, i'm gonna bring you some water and a bin just in case." you breaked the contact between your hands, leaving a cold and empty sensation. "and i'm gonna leave." you smiled, with traces of sadness in it, hoping she won't tell you to don't go, because you didn't wanna leave the warmth on your heart caused by her.

ellie just looked at you, analyzing the situation, should she ask you to stay for a while?

"uhmm..." she cleared her throat, walking towards her desk, with awkward movements. "before you go i want to show you something, if it's okay." she picked up her guitar, that was supported by the desk.

if she was honest with herself, she lost motivation about music a while ago, she stopped playing tunes in the guitar, writing songs at the moonlight. but when she saw you a few weeks ago, it felt like all the songs started to mean something again and unconsciously, she learned can't take my eyes off you thinking about you because she couldn't take her off you even if she deny it.

you nodded, impatient, leaning against her desk as she sat on her bed with space themed sheets.

ellie started to sing, with a shaky and nervous voice, genuinely afraid of your reaction because well, maybe you would take the hint, maybe you would realize she was confessing to you driven by the alcohol on her blood,

"i love you, baby,"

her words started falling over you like rocks,

"and if it's quite alright,"

her sweet stupid voice making you so conscious about your heartbeat,

"i need you, baby."

and her partially chapped lips encouraging you to think about how good they could feel against yours, how well her fingers would make you feel and in general how much you wanted her in every definition of the word.

suddenly the guitar stopped and her voice hissed, "god, don't look at me like that..." one of her hands covering her -probably red- face.

"how i'm looking at you?" pretending innocence you took a step forward in her direction.

"you're looking at me in a way..." she swallowed, collecting herself, she was gonna say it directly. "you're looking at me in a way it makes me wanna kiss you, can i? " she left her guitar away, standing up to face you and gently tilting your chin so your eyes locked.

"kiss me." before she could react you already kissed her, not in a suggestive way, just enjoying how she her hands caressed your cheeks, both of you melting in a sweet kiss, slow.

once your lips finally separated from hers, you looked directly to her eyes, "i can't stop looking at your eyes, they are like stars." she blushed and chuckled for your words, going for another kiss, kiss that slowly started to tone up.

and without realizing you both were laying on her bed sharing a intimate moment, facing each other with your fingers interlocked again.

caressing her knuckles you asked "how many people you've kissed?" shame invading you immediately, why you asked that.

"very few." her answer was indifferent, she didn't care about anything more than you in that moment.

"then why you offered me a kiss?" your pupils tried to avoid hers, ashamed by your own questions.

ellie giggled.

"because i wanted to." said while her free hand roamed around your collarbone, examining every beauty mark you could have there, trying to memorize it.

and you did the same, analyzing her features, her eyes, her freckles, everything about her.

"so... you accept going on a date with me?" she kissed your forehead.

#=͟͟͞⚝ 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐯𝐢 ! #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #the last of us #tlou

[oops-its-a-fanwork]

Dancing with the pirate boys~🕺💃

I simply think we should dance! Dancing is fun!💕

This pirate au is by @mega-punani and these are just my non-canon headcanons <3 check out their page for more! (she's currently not updating this au but her page is a lovely visit!)

Sans Sooo you know those dances where one person does very little dancing and the other person is pretty much dancing around them, pulling them in? He'd offer one of those dances as a 'haha gotcha now I don't have to do much' kinda thing, but little did he know how you'd turn the tables on him! Oh the shameless flirting as you danced your little heart out! Your fleeting touches as you flutter around him, the looks you give him, the proximity as you pull him close, face to face, only to then pull away for another wide twirl~ He's at the centre of the stage and he cant leave, since he promised you he would do this for you. But oh this man is flustered. He is bright blue. And he simply cannot move his eyes off you. Even years later you can still easily tease him by seductively asking him to dance. He'll get bright blue and flustered again immediately even after your little wink ;) Ah man, you got him good. (The crew definitely teases him about it alllll the time. He just hehehs some more.)

Papyrus Yes yes yes he would love to dance!! Papyrus loves folk dances, ballroom dances, silly dances, tangos, just- anything!! Please ask him to dance! And don't be surprised if he asks you to dance either! He loves the joy of dancing in a group and seeing how invested and/or exited everyone is. Depending on how he's feeling, he can be either 1: a little stiff due to being nervous (maybe dancing in the crow's nest with waves like these wasn't your best idea...), 2: lose and carefree and a bit over enthusiastic (an absolutely joyous occasion or some alcohol may do this) or 3: comfortable, confident and super romantic (and pretty dang good!). He truly sweeps you off your feet in an awesome way! Definitely the type to be chatty during a dance too so he'll absolutely flirt with you while holding you in a dip.

Blue Folk dances hell yeah!!!! He knows a ton of them, is really good at them and is very enthusiastic! You'll have a lovely time with him and the gang, and he somehow knows how to make you feel special dancing with him even though you are also dancing with a ton of others. Maybe it's the way he looks at you? The time after the dance is well spent too: you are warm and tired and he is telling you stories about the dances' origins and the places he's learned them. If you dance for long enough you might actually get a very rare chance to nap with him: two tired and content smiling nerds snoozing on the couch. Slick and strict dances aren't his thing though. He loves the way they look and how romantic they are, but doesn't have the patience to learn and perform them well. He'll sweep you off your feet in a different way!

Stretch Listen honey. He doesn't dance. He plays the music. Important distinction. You can, however, convince him to try when you two are separated from the rest of the crew. You’ll be in a bustling town and evening is falling, and a band softly plays music for a buzzing cafe with terrace. And you may convince him to let you put your hand on his shoulder, to put his hand on your side, to put his left foot here, and his right foot there, then take a step there… and he'll be sweating the entire time, holding his breath until you tell him to breathe, darling. And he'll be stunned at how close you are. And he won't notice that you're dancing so sweetly until the song is over and you ask if you could do that again sometime. And he responds with a soft and flustered "yes" and watches you meld into the crowd to collect some drinks for you both. And he reasons that Yes, he truly might do that again…

Red "Heheh you can give me a lapda-" "No. >:/"

I think it would be difficult to actually get him to properly dance with you. He might entertain you for half a song but then he'll start trying to convince you to leave the dance floor with him. Its just not really his thing, and on top of that he's actually kind of embarrassed about looking like a fool unless inebriated. If you are out dancing he'll definitely brag to everyone and their parents that you're his pretty partner though! In fact, he might start taking you out to dance when the ship is docked just to show you off (and to make sure you have a good time of course). He'll request whatever music you need from the sidelines and watch you go at it. Man he has it good~

Edge You can convince him to take classes with you and hell take them super seriously, but he may have been too self-conscious/busy to start on his own. Learning to dance wasn't really a priority back on his home island and he might care if the others make fun of him for it, especially given his perfectionism. If he can use your request as an excuse to do it though... that'll probably do the trick! He actually really enjoys it: it's structured and beautiful and he can choose to either be in the spotlight with you or in a group where he doesn't stand out. He gets good really really fast too, so unless you are already quite good at it he'll be teaching you soon enough. It's truly a lot of fun and you actually see him smile a lot doing this. Truly a massive win.

Black An absolute show off. He knows how to ballroom dance but would never tell anyone even if asked. Except for you it seems! He puts you two in matching outfits, asks for a dance, and then shows off the fact that he has mad skills for dances like this. If he really wants to show off he might even create a spotlight out of sun or moonlight on the both of you. And to top it all off, he makes you feel absolutely special throughout the whole thing! …You can absolutely use this closeness to fluster him though. He can't escape your flirts while holding you this close >:3c He won't really join in on sillier dances or folk-dances unless challenged to, but his footwork and discipline are amazing so he likely will excel at any structured dance if he's been able to observe it well enough (to everyone's excitement and surprise). Any freestyling he will fail at though.

Cash On the surface he's making it seem far too easy to get him to dance with you. He makes it seem like he's out to get close and steal your stuff while he's there (as if he needs the proximity), but it's mostly a facade to hide how nervous this makes him. Like, genuinely dancing together? That's… vulnerable. Like Stretch, the crew can't be near at all, and honestly even strangers like a band are too much. You can gently persuade him to dance to the tune of a music box or radio you brought. You know you've made a genuine connection when he DOESN'T show you he stole something afterwards, even though he did it right at the start to have an easy way out of the situation. No one wants to dance with a thief, right? He puts it back in your pocket the next morning, and seems much more mellow the following days.

Bear He has a strict 'no partying in the kitchen' rule for obvious reasons, but if you are often hiding in the kitchen for some quiet time and tend to play soft music he might sway subconsciously to it, and if he has some downtime during the cooking process you might be able to persuade him to gently sway with you for a little bit, creating a lovely big blush on his face. Do a little pirouette in his arms and his day is all better. Other than this he doesn't really dance when the occasion arises, but you will find that he is completely focused on you as you dance either a silly little swing or some beautiful dance. He has no jealousy at all seeing you dance with others, mainly because his focus is entirely on you <3

Cinnamon Although complicated choreographed dances are difficult due to his eyesight and general clumsiness, simple slow couples dance can be done just fine! Simply swaying with him will have him comfortable and a little flustered. He would love to enthusiastically dance too but he's worried about hurting you and possibly falling on his face and embarrassing himself. When you do end up slow dancing he often needs to hold himself back from squealing at how cute you are this close, and he needs to resist the urge to suddenly spin you in circles and hug you so close because aaaa cuteness aggression! If you give him express permission to show it you'll end up having a very good time giggling with him, it's super sweet :) Also I am convinced this man can tap dance (or at least is trying to learn to) so if you can convince him to show you his skills you can have a lot of fun together!

#Stretch writes about that first dance in his diary and squeals the entire time #papyrus x reader #sans x reader #undertale au #pirate au #Honestly if u do end up giving anyone a lapdance please pick Bear it's so fucking worth it--- #papyrus au #sans au #homemade fanworks #suggestive #< mainly for the lapdance mentions tbh #I hope the change in writing style between the crew isn't too strange to read? #I just did whatever felt right but they are very different now oops :p #edit: I called Bear Skull bc I've been working on my pokemon horror boy Skull while writing this oops it's fixed now

[sourscratched]

picking up the funny little guys like they’re miis in the plaza and dropping them into the fair au

extra doodles and notes etc

- josh and katrina have matching earrings designed to look like gyrfalcon feathers (they’re tiny but they’re there i swear)

- rachel of course has a wolf pendant for her hacker besties 🌙🐺

- janices necklaces are a hammer and artisanal ice

- janices “sword” is just a big handsaw (couldn’t find a way to reconcile medieval sword with coping saw in any realistic way so handsaw it is)

(B is the one i used, you could kinda pretend it’s a sword if you unfocus your eyes)

thank you to all the beautiful people in the discord and everyone who gave me ideas for the outfits!!! 💖💖💖💖 @wheelsupin-azarathmetrionzinthos @fatestitcherr @vexillologyisenjoyable @spacetime-storytime (let me know if i missed anybody who gave design ideas!)

(I drew the above one a few days before the discord chat about the renfaire au designs started so that’s why Josh’s outfit is weird)

couldn’t get this out of my head, wanted to draw jester josh so bad... didn’t know what to do for lorenzo and d’artanio so i just used my old design but slightly fancier lol

and jacques and felipe from flow of the rings can be there too

other potential ideas

- polypalooza came down dressed as their dnd characters and did some photoshoots

- brendan and his friends are of course also at the fair

zekes character is having the time of his life hanging out and taking selfies with all the Star Wars cosplayers

Jess’s character found a bunch of people to play tag with (and another group of people to act out the movie Tag while they do it)

zachs simultaneous karaoke guy maybe got into doing chants and tavern renditions of his favorite songs. and also considering the fact that the man accidentally sexted brendan in the opening number i think he probably already has the falconers contact info and is hoping to see them at the fair (lorenzo and d’artanio don’t own phones but luckily he happens to know a guy who trains carrier pigeons) (and his wife who sells stationery)

idk if byler made it to the fair, he may have been preoccupied trying to solve the mystery of how a mourning dove got mixed in with his pigeons and why it had a scrap of paper tied to its leg with “whoops wops widdly wops” scrawled on it

that evening there’s some musical acts down at the lake, including some boy band called Plato Could Never. no one’s super sure who they are but they’re local and apparently they’ve got killer harmonies

that’s all for now, thanks for reading my strange ramblings trying to connect everything for no reason at all

#im spirallin here ‼️ #jkeu #these were So So Fun to draw #once again i Am going a little bit overboard with this but this au is so fun #im particularly entertained by the idea of byler getting embroiled deep in a conspiracy theory that Something Is Happening At The Zoo #glass falcon #carnivorous carpentry #im obsessed with the cardigan pattern from tsm2 if you can’t tell #poor jacques and felipe they’re in for a rough time at the fair #heard there were other ‘adventurous gay couples’ there and got some wires crossed #[cornhole in one voice] it does not mean what you think it means

[sweet-evie]

Satoru, Suguru, Sukuna, and Choso in a Rock Band AU... I need my brain to shut up about this and I need to quell my thirst!

✨ masterlist ✨

I could have used J-Rock artists as prime reference, but... listening to my own playlist got me into this mess.

The band lineup in my head:

Sukuna on Drums

Choso on Bass Guitar

Suguru as Lead Guitarist & Main Backup Vocalist

Satoru as Rhythm Guitarist & Lead Vocalist

All of them can scream sing and growl, but...

Sukuna is the best at death growling + gutturals. Think Nergal from Behemoth.

Choso is a false chord scream king. Plus, for some reason, he sings like Corey Taylor in my head.

Suguru is 100% a pro at fry screaming. Also sings like Alex Varkatzas probably.

Satoru probably screams and growls like Andy Biersack or sings like M. Shadows or David Draiman... I can't decide. Although, can 100% picture him belting out The Vengeful One.

Anyways...

Satoru and Suguru are power duo lyricists... Like, they're so good at writing songs together. The themes in each album always defer, but they're really good at hammering in a message (subtle or overt) into every song.

Also also, picture Satoru and Suguru singing into a mic onstage, taking the entire crowd hostage with those never-declining face cards, fingers flawlessly gliding over the frets, pressing on the strings, playing their guitars in perfect harmony. 😩 LAWRD HELP ME, I WANT THEIR TONGUES IN MY MOUTH. 😭

Them playing these guitar solos on 3:21 - 3:55... Satoru doing rhythms at 3:21 and Suguru comes in at 3:36...

From debut, Satoru became extremely popular for never showing people his full face. The fans have never seen his eyes. Yes, he performs with a blindfold on, and during interviews, his eyes are always covered by his signature dark sunglasses.

His eye reveal was in a music video. It played a part skyrocketing the band's fame. And when the band performed live after that music video, Satoru is playing onstage without a blindfold or sunglasses on. Cue the infinite rizz.

Fans always rave that Satoru looks so innocent and cute when his eyes are on full-display (man belongs in a romcom movie) and he's not performing or screaming like a demon into the microphone.

Even after the eye reveal, Satoru still performs with a blindfold on most of the time, and he takes it off with extra flair and drama when the fans ask for it during a concert.

Satoru is very playful when interacting with fans -- a far cry from his onstage persona.

Also, fans are so tickled and pleased that for all his screaming and growling in songs and concerts, Suguru is actually very soft-spoken when he's just talking normally.

Suguru has a tongue piercing and the sexiest dragon tattoo sprawled across his back.

Need I mention the fans love the way Suguru says Satoru's name? Even in this AU, the fans ship SatoSugu. 😝

Suguru is also the one band member who gives insightful answers during interviews. Like, it's always deep with him, much to Choso and Satoru's amusement, and Sukuna's irritation.

Speaking of Sukuna...

Sukuna never wears a shirt during concerts. He has tattoos and he's showing them off like no one's business. Imagine him pounding at those drums, tattooed face, chest, and arms in full display, eyes blazing, tongue out and everything. [DON'T YOU WANT TO LICK HIM? 😜]

Sukuna's the drummer, but he has a microphone too, because he's the best at death growling and they have songs where they get into that.

No one plays drums like Sukuna can. It's a running gag in their fandom that Sukuna had four arms in another life because how in the fuck can he do what he do?

Sukuna is also famous for getting shit-faced before an onstage performance. For some reason, he plays perfectly fine even when he's inebriated or high. It's a flex! 😩

By contrast, Choso and Suguru eat super healthy.

Satoru is always on a sugar-high. Did we expect anything less?

Satoru and Suguru will write really dark songs and they will hand over the vocals to Sukuna, because it fits him so well. Kinda like this:

Satoru may be lead vocalist on paper, but all the boys in this band can sing, and they're all hot when they do it. 😝

The fans love it when Choso goes apeshit on the microphone. I imagine him singing this and it's a treat every fucking time!

Choso is baby. 😝 He's so cute and always looks out for everyone behind the scenes. The band has filmed backstage documentaries before, and the fans who've seen those love Choso so much because he takes care of all the members.

Choso plays bass and each time he has a solo in the song, it's a guaranteed eargasm. 😩🙏 Can he finger me the way he fingers that bass please?

Choso is so sweet to the fans... Always gives them attention even when he's not supposed to. (e.g., when he leaves his house and he finds them outside the gate). He just can't be mean!

Satoru and Suguru are fan service kings! Like during concerts, they don't shy away from getting super close to the crowd. They're also multi-tasking kings, because imagine playing an instrumental solo, singing, and doing crowd work at the same time.

The four of them are trolls! Satoru and Sukuna are the biggest trolls and menaces. Suguru goes along with whatever Satoru wants, and Choso tries and fails to be responsible.

They are well aware of the baseless rumors around their songs and performances (that they're spawns of hell, they worship the devil, etc.), and they play into it to annoy the haters some more and give them fodder. Hate comments are free publicity apparently.

Dating any one of them will either be fun and chill, or just outright chaos. No in-between.

I don't think Sukuna would date anyone though. He strikes me as a pump-and-dump type of man. Hooking up with him means a grand time in the sheets, but it's only good until he gets bored. After he gets bored, it's done. Bye!

Choso would treat you right, no questions. He makes time and does whatever you want to do. You want to workout with him? Okay! You want your own personal concert? Why, of course! You want time for private getaways? He's booking first class plane tickets to a vacation destination of your choice. You want to learn how to play bass guitar? "Come here, Darling. Let me show you."

With Satoru and Suguru, it's a toss up. Mostly because I think it will have to take someone super special (a person who isn't easily cowed and who loves either of them so much) to get either of them to fall in love. When they fall in love with their S/Os though, they're all in.

Dating Satoru or Suguru in this situation means having rock songs written about you. It's one of their love languages in this AU.

I also don't know what their band would be called. 😝

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #choso kamo #kamo choso #suguru geto #geto suguru #wbad shit posts #wbad blog