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dietmountaindewbae · 4 months

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young Al anon again, when I mean Dom. I meant horrid cocky piece of shit 20 year old Alex being merciless because he sees the reader as just a groupie from his new fame

xxi. your band is all the rage

alex turner x reader

word count: 6348

summary: Glastonbury festival (2007) was here, you and your friends adventure into the festival, but on the way you get lost, and you run into the boy that was taped to your bedroom walls (fwn! Alex) you didn't expect what would happen next...

warnings: sp*t, or*al, dr*gs, alc*ohl, degr*ting

song recommendation: paper planes by M.I.A

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The lingering pre-euphoric feeling of being in Glasto watching and hearing your favorite band live with your most real friends, drinks being poured down your throat like water, and breathing pot smoke like part of the oxygen was magical, it would be hard to forget this year, you recently moved to London for college living in a little flat with your two best friends, and a small puppy that was like your son, staying up late and sleeping until the next day, you had saved up enough for Glasto, all the money that was for the rent ended up in there, but it was worth it, the muddy boots, thick leather jackets, long belts, short skirts, and broken tights, busted knees.

"For fucks sake!" You screamed trying to find a signal in the middle of the field, looking so lost and silly with your arm up high in the sky all stressed up, you had lost your friends after Amy Winehouse went up the stage, and you spend hours trying to find them, and you began to feel worried, and paranoid, the whole day you were stuck together like glue, but then drinks swung one after the other and you were pissed throughout the concerts and suddenly you were alone singing with Amy, somehow you managed to find a spot with one bar of weak signal, you choose to follow that signal until it was getting stronger which let you thru some bushes in the darkness you battled your way out, you walked for a few moments depending on your phone's light for illumination until somehow, you managed to find the camp where everyone who headlined was, you sneaked around when you saw some security walking around the place, you sneaked your way thru some bushes until you found reception again, the trailer that you were hiding behind, for your luck had the door unlocked and you hide from security.

"Shit, shit, shit..." You whispered over and over again, as you tripped over something that knocked you to the table, the moment the lights went on your heart dropped to your stomach as your paths crossed with none other than the boy with a shaggy and short haircut that you've been crazy about for years wearing some denim jeans and a black long sleeve shirt, the one with his face all over your room, you looked for him in magazines and in person he looked just like a normal human.

"Um... excuse me... who are you looking for?" He was alone with his eyes a bit swollen and his hair made a mess as if he had just woken up and was trying to decipher wether he was dreaming you or not, you didn't realize how stupid you were by going inside the trailer, face red, you looked everywhere and anywhere for a quick answer since your brain couldn't develop one.

"I- um..." You awkwardly giggle, "I'm just lookin' for my mates, I lost them or they lost me... I-I dunno... I-I'm sorry I should go, I'm such a prick" Your knees were bruised, but you managed to get yourself up and fix your dress.

"But... how did you get here?" He said, looking at you like you were the dumbest person alive.

His eyes roam your body with no shame, his breathing short as he sees the way your mouth moves as you speak, how your eyes have this little sparkle whenever he looks at you, and how you couldn't hold his gaze for more than a second, your brain taking pictures of his faces, "That's a good question, I've been wondering that myself too... I just found a little bit of reception here, and-"

He clears out his throat cutting you off, "You know what? It don't matter... you can stay, just don't go inside anyone's trailer like that again doll, you can get in serious trouble" He called you a doll, and you smiled to yourself at the fact that Alex fucking Turner had called you a doll, "Want a drink?" Holly fuck, you cursed into your head.

"Sure... yeah that'll be cool" You walked around the monkeys trailer as Alex turned on his blender, throwing on some ice in two cups, all the things that you wanted to say, and scream simply couldn't be spilled out of your mouth as your mind took pictures of every bit of the messy trailer, you could spot Matt's drumsticks, and Nick's bass, you were more than excited when you saw Jamie's owl strap hanged in the settee, and when your eyes ran across Alex's little hard covered open notebook, you wanted to read it so badly.

"Margaritas!" He handed you over a cool red plastic cup, sitting beside you on his olive green settee, "Cheers, love" He watched you pour his margarita down your mouth with the biggest look of relief, he smiled, eying you up and down from the side, you bet you were looking dirty and sweaty, your dress didn't hide much of your body, it made your legs longer with your gold dress and leather belt around your hips, with your dirty rain boots, and your trashed eyeliner with gold sparkles on your eyelids, but not only was your face that captivated him, your smooth legs with bleeding bumps on them, if he looked more higher he could see your pair of black knickers.

"Fuck, I never thought this would happen..." You admitted, pushing your hands through your hair, the palm of your hand on your forehead.

"What?" He leaned in closer.

You sighed looking down at your cup because you couldn't look at his face for long, "It's my first festival" You said with a smile, "Well it's our first festival, and I dunno... I saw this coming but I was hoping it wouldn't happen, losing all of my girls just like that" You snapped your fingers.

"This is what happens when you give young girls more booze than they can handle" He chuckled while you awkwardly laughed at his comment, maybe that was his sense of humor, he saw you smiling so he took that as a sign that you were getting into him, his body began to close the space between yours very slowly, leaning in, "To be honest, I'm sort of glad you crashed here," His arm rested on the head of the couch, his fingers lightly touching your shoulder, "To finally have someone that's easy to talk to" You smiled not quite sure to take what he said as a compliment but you politely took what he said as something possibly positive.

"Well... thank you," You said, smiling and resting your head on his hand, his fingers intertwined with your hair, you felt embarrassed about the way you had rudely woke him up just a few minutes ago, you thought it was the right moment to apologize since he had gone quiet, but what he did was admiring your face, "When I... crashed here, where you asleep?" You asked kindly, he nodded his head, "I'm sorry for waking you up" His hand pats your thigh gently, and you look at him in the eyes, and he shrugs with a smile.

"I'm happy you did though, I dunno why but whenever I'm 'bout to play at any festival I just have terrible nightmares, then you came and I thought I was still dreaming" You blushed at the comment, even if it was a cliché, he was just as you imagined he would be, sweet and shy, handsome as well with a touch of cockiness for some spice, you noticed he wasn't as smooth sometimes when it came to flirting but at least he didn't say anything stupid, he was a dork.

"What was it about?" He shrugged smiling to himself again, he stared into your eyes, something in them thrilled you when they shine.

"About me shoes...." You both break into laughter, he sees that familiar spark in your eyes, your smile charming him, so he decides to leave behind his shyness and take a chance with you, "Can I tell you summat?" You nodded, "This is me first Glasto too, so why don't we make it unforgettable together?" Your head raised when he proposed you to stay with him, his hand landing on your knee.

"You reckon?" He said yes with his head, "Really?"

"Yeah, I can write your girls on the list, we'll have a party after the show ends," With no doubt, you said yes, "You're welcome..." You told him your name and you heard him say it back at you with a smile, you pinched yourself to prove that you weren't dreaming this, but this was real, Alex Turner knows about your existence and asked you to stay with him.

"I don't think I need an introduction, right?" You giggled saying no, "Right then, follow me doll, we're almost up" He put your margarita down, and grabbed your hand turning off the lights of his trailer and grabbed a black coat on the way out, on the walk backstage he never dropped your hand, properly holding it, fingers intertwined, his hand soft, and his fingertips bumpy and thick, you went thru the woods his hand gripping yours tightly until you were at the back of the big pyramid, it was so strange looking at it from that angle but it was still magnificent, there was a big white tent right next to the stage, security stopped you and Alex before going inside.

"She's with me, we also have more people coming with us," Out of his pocket he took out his wallet, sliding some money into the palm of his hand, the big man that was twice the size of you and Alex, nodded his head.

"Names" That's the only thing he said, you wrote them down on a piece of ripped paper he gave you and went inside with ease, the place was poorly illuminated but you recognized everyone, your pulse speeding up when you saw that iconic 60's bee hive black hair of hers, walking towards you with her black tank top, leather belt around her waist and beautiful red skirt and her big eyeliner.

"Aye, kiddo!" Amy approached the both of you with a cigarette trapped between her teeth, "It's wild out there, I just wanted to tell you to have fun, it's big and I'm sure after this you lots will only go up and up" She blew the smoke at your face, you were honored, "And who is this?" She greets you with a big friendly hug and kiss on your cheek, you tell her your name and she scans you up and down, "You look very fit"

You internally screamed, "You were amazing out there, me and my gals were-"

"Meh, a bit shit," She said making you laugh, "But have a nice night, I'll see you at the party right?" She repeated your name and you were only able to nod your head and she said goodbye to you, walking to her trailer with her security.

"Shit, I can't believe that just happened" You covered your mouth, "Amy, just... bloody hell" Alex laughed along with you.

"I know, big fan as well, she's just lovely... come to meet the rest" The rest? you were about to enter into a coma if you met the rest, "There's a signal here as well" Shit, you forgot about that, you walked away for a moment phoning your girls.

"Chelsea?" You yelled, there was a lot of noise but when she said your name you were relieved, "You won't believe what just happened but I'm in the back of the fucking pyramid with Arctic Monkeys and I just fucking saw Amy!" Your friend began yelling like a little child but you managed to explain to her how to get there, "Find Gracie," She promised you she would and to phone you when she was there, you finished the call, and Alex waved his hand at you with a big smile, you ran to meet him, your heart rate speeding when you saw the rest of the guys together.

He pulled you in, his arm around your waist, sticking your body next to his, and introducing you to the guys, "Lovely to meet you" Nick said hugging you and padding your back, Matt and Jamie did as well, and Katie who's Jamie's girlfriend gave you a big hug.

"Finally, a girl! I was tired of all of that testosterone and cologne" Katie pulled you away from Alex, "You don't mind if I steal her away from you for a couple of minutes, do you Al?" He looks at you and back at Katie, she practically had already claimed you.

"Mmm, just don't take long, I want her to see our set" Katie raised her beer and nodded.

"Sure you do... come" She grabbed your hand pulling you to a corner, "I've been dying to fix my hair and makeup!" She said, "Do you mind holding your light and my purse?"

"Oh, no, not at all!" You held your phone up, as she took her lip gloss and mirror out from her little Prada purse, "Shit, I don't know where my bag is" Her laughter was contagious, you were put at ease by her presence.

"You're lovely, do you mind?" She gave you her mirror and you held it up for her as she fixed some gloss on her lips, and some powder on her face, patting it gently on her nose and under her eyes, "Here, have some too," She pats it into your face, taking out some of your runny makeup with her fingers, she put some pinkish lipstick on your cheeks and her cheeks, lastly applying more gloss on your mouth, "Done, let's go back before Al yells at us" Your phone began to buzz like crazy.

"That was fast, my mates are here, I'll be back" She held your hand, she was compromised not to leave your side.

"I'm coming with you" She quickly put her things back in place and ran with you to the entrance hand in hand pushing everyone away with a lot of 'excuse me' and 'sorry', you hugged both of your girls tightly, all of you relieved you were back together, all in one piece.

"Fuckin' hell, where did you guys go?! You left me!" You yelled at them and Chelsea hugged you so hard your lungs ran out of air.

"Gracie saw me running to the bushes to throw up and then we lost you, and then she lost me but I'm fine now!" When Chelsea got drunk she acted like that, that's how your friend was and more than being mad at her you were happy that now you were together.

"Girls, this is Katie!" Katie kindly hugged the girls and all of them already knew who Katie Downs was, the rockstar model girlfriend, a goddess to many girls, all of you looked out to her for pulling Jamie Cook, and now when you went back inside, and saw Alex with that evil cocky smile on his face you could tell he was looking at you shamelessly, when you walk into the room it was hard for Alex to not picture those black knickers falling to your ankles, and that dress to the floor, or your bruised knees getting new ones, you were something else, and Alex wanted you, when he saw you so messy, and so sexy, he just wanted to get to see more of you, get a peek of what was behind that dress.

This time when he saw you, his arm possesively around your lower back, his hand falling to your hip gripping it tight and playing with the studs on your belt. Chelsea quickly caught up on him and the way he was whispering things to your ear and making you laugh, his nose taking a sniff of your scent, he was desperate for the party to come.

"Monkeys!" The staff announced, and Matt alongside Nick were the first to go running up the stairs. Before Jamike walked in, he pulled Katie to a dark corner in the staircase to kiss her deeply gripping her sides tightly, you and Alex crossed looks with each other as you saw them kissing, you blushed when Alex pulled you away to a dark corner before he came up the stairs, caging you in between his arms.

"Aren't you gonna wish me some luck?" One of his hands dropped to your ass gripping it lightly, he bit his bottom lip with a smudge smile, looking at you needy like a teenager, you smiled, taking a step close and kissing his cheek.

"Good luck Al" That's all you said, his smile was quick to come off when he didn't get what he wanted, you could see it crystal clear but you wouldn't let that man go without something to hold on to, you grabbed his hand stopping him, "I'm not done with you yet..."

"Alex!" They yelled but he ignored them when you put his hands on your lower back, your arms wrapping around the back of his head, living a lingering kiss on his mouth, opening it to slip your tongue inside his mouth, his hand went up to your neck, his grip loose around it but his thumb caressed your skin, you took your lips off from his mouth, and he leaned in for more, but you attacked his neck nibbling on his skin, and whispering in his ear, "Would you sing one for me, Al?" Your eyes tender, he smiled and gave you a peck.

"Mmm, yeah babe... just wait for me, I'll show you summat else after I wrap it up here, enjoy the show" He went back with the rest, all of their heads turning to you and Alex, of course, they knew what was going on but you couldn't care less.

"Be careful" Chelsea said, she was more rational than Gracie who was more boy obsessed, she loved boys so much that she, of course, would support your decision to stay with Alex, "You know rockstars, they hit it, lit it and quit it," You hummed as a yes, you were cornered, in the wonder, would it be worth it to spend the night with Alex or to hit and run before he does that to you?

The crowd screams wildly as they see them walk onto the stage, without saying a word they begin to play, everyone recognizes the song in the very first strum of his bronco, and the crowd sings the lyrics along with Alex.

"So who's that girl there? I wonder what went wrong so that she had to run the streets she don't do major credit cards"

As the show settles down after the first song ends, the next no one begins back to back, Alex shared his excitement with the chanting crowd you were dancing and jumping thru the whole gig, "We'd like to play a cover for you Glastonbury, ladies and gentlemen, it's like I said before, you know it only happens once...we're fucking like thrilled, thrilled and we just wanted ...like make it out for everyone to have a good time you know?"

He kept smiling whenever he looked at you in certain lyrics that he dedicated to you when he sang 'Diamonds Are Forever', you had no words to describe how euphoric you felt when you turned 18 you thought your life as a teenage girl was over but you still feel like that young girl that hopelessly wore her heart on her sleeve, when Alex looks at you, a fire in your belly spreads wildly, you couldn't control it, you wanted to be all over him, you didn't care anymore, it was pure young lust, and it was something he wasn't hiding either. At that moment, when he saw thousands of people waving their arms, chanting, clapping, jumping, and throwing themselves, the monkeys felt that they'd made it, all of them had an itch inside their tummies, and all of them could feel it in each other, this was it, this is their moment, this is when they begin.

Alex's lips leaned in closer to the microphone, announcing the next song, "This is called 'Leave Before The Lights Come On' ladies and gentlemen.... and I should stop saying ladies and gentlemen, that must be about the fourteenth time" He quickly turned to see if he had made you laugh, he knew he had embarrassed himself in front of thousands of people but when he saw you smiling he felt fine.

[...]

His intentions were clear, right as he came down from the stage bathed in sweat his hands landed on your hips, there was a spark in his eyes that was hard to control, that fresh concert euphoric bliss that had his eyes so deeply dilated, that angst he couldn't control like an itch on the roof of his mouth, he couldn't console, he wanted to do you and only you.

"Mate, everyone's going to Lily's tent, we'll see you there, reyt?..." Matt said, Alex just nodding focusing your eyes on you.

"Shit, Chelsea and Grace!" Little did you know that they were also hooking their selves with the guys from Fratellis, specially Chelsea as you imagined, you turned to look at Alex and you fetched them.

"Lily's... now" That's the only thing you said but everyone was gonna be back in the trailers of course, either way you managed to get them all, including Kasabian, Fratellis, Amy, and The Killers were there too, you were baffled by the amount of people you met and all the pictures you took with each of them, but it didn't take long until you had to get out for a necessary cigarette break.

Just when you had relaxed and sat on your legs to enjoy your cigarette you heard someone say, "There you were" Your heart speeds when you see Alex, and you quickly stand up and keep smoking.

"I lost you, with all of those girls in there... I thought you had forgotten about me," You said with a hint of annoyance, he nudged his head to the side and said no.

"I'm not finished with you yet... I could have all of them and you know that, right?" That was very hard to accept but who were you kidding? He was right, then he took your cigarette away, pulling you in and pressing your body against him so you could feel how hard he was, he blew the smoke into your mouth wrapping you up in a poisonous and addictive kiss, "Don't flatter yourself" Your cheeks painted dark red without you noticing it, he grabbed your hand and let your way to his camper, both of you knew exactly how things were going to go down.

Alex couldn't wait any longer both getting excited by the anticipation, the ride to his campsite was too far for him, his need for you was too hard, and he needed to get it out of his system, the kiss was enough to get him hooked, he couldn't get you out of his head the whole gig, and the euphoria, and the bliss, and you... he knew you were more than willing, he pulled you to a bench, settling you on top of him.

He pulled your face to his, slipping his tongue inside you the moment your lips parted to kiss him, his hands gripping your ass tightly, your dress riding up to your hips and that was enough for him to take advantage of, feeling your smooth skin and digging his nails into your ass, you sighed when that piece of thin fabric in your body rubbed against the roughness of his blue denim jeans, "Quite needy" You whispered, at that moment he thrusts his hips, you felt that piece of hard meat coming in direct contact with you, your underwear was so thin, you could feel him entirely.

"You couldn't expect for you to just leave me like that, now do you?" He chocked, "I know what you want" His eyes look down to his bulging boner, you oblige, knees on the ground, your hands on his jeans, stroking him, but he already had figured out exactly what to do with you in his mind, he quickly unbuckled his belt, he didn't want to waste more time while you just wanted to warm him up and tease him to get him more worked up, he took out his cock from his belt your eyes widening at the size, you looked up at him, he was impatient pulling your head down to his cock.

Your mouth closed around him but barely did anything, a big sigh of relief left his lips, and you smiled your eyes coming in contact with his, "I don't have all night" He said demandingly, you began to gather up a steady pace, sucking hard but not going too fast, swirling your tongue around his red tip, while your hand strokes the rest of his dick, "Are you gonna blow me or what? You're wasting me time"

He pulled your head back and your hands gripped his thighs to not let him go, "No, no! Wait... I'm sorry" Here you were, down on your knees being the one that apologized to him because you weren't doing a good enough job in Alex's eyes, but he still had a little trace of goodness, and the chances of him treating you more like shit would make you better, he could see how hard you tried, how much you wanted to please him, he wouldn't let down a chance like this, a girl that would beg to suck his dick.

"Sorry won't make me cum, just get down you fuckin' cunt" You leaned in forward, pushing your hair behind your ears, sliding his cock down your throat, he chocked out a groan, his whole body relaxing on the bench, and sighed and said, "Fuckin' finally..." You tried your best to keep your breathing steady, but you couldn't stop gagging around him, his size too thick, you drew some of his cock back, going back to rimming his cock with your tongue, he pulled your head back, and your mouth drooling, "Hey, is this your first time sucking a dick, you lazy whore? Don't act like you can't do better than just gag," Sliding back your comments about his arrogance you took him in.

Alex moaned as he kept watching you suck him more harshly, your cheeks hollowed the outline of his cock could be seen on your cheek, the exaggerated moans that fell from his mouth could tell you than more than enjoying your warm, wet, and greedy mouth he enjoyed himself, he only saw you as that, as something he could use to play with, to make himself feel higher, more confident, and you liked that, you liked how much he enjoyed himself so you began to do the same, your hand sliding down in between your legs, and it was obvious, you were soaking wet by now, you enjoyed giving him head so much, him fucking your mouth like it was your pussy, and possibly spilling his cum down your throat, and how much of an asshole he was with you, how little value he gave to you, it pushed you to be wilder, to try harder, to not be scared of him being more rough, you could vividly picture him fucking you, your walls contracting around nothing by the thought, your clit swollen from rubbing it in harsh circles, the vibration of your moaning making him moan louder and louder, he smiled when he saw you touching yourself.

"You're a dirty little slut touching yourself like that, you like how I feel in your mouth huh?" He asked, "You'll like it more when I fill it up" You moaned loudly as your fingers slid in easily, your fingers fucking your hole harder, "You dirty fuck, I'm gonna fuck your mouth until you can't breathe" He pulled your head down, gathering your hair into a ponytail, thrusting his hips, your screams muffled by his cock, you couldn't stop him, he had lost it the moment you kissed him, and now you were paying for it.

Then, the moment you heard people approaching Alex quickly drew back his cock from your mouth, putting it back inside his boxers and zipping up his jeans, he grabbed your hand picked you up from the ground, and dragged you around the tent, behind a three, both of you could hear the music close, and at any moment, anyone could see you two together and that was so thrilling, it's not like he cared, but he wanted to remain some things private, he leans in forward slowly, backing you up against the tree cupping your cheeks, "Kiss me" You closed the space between you and his body, at first he enjoyed the deep kiss, tasting your warm mouth, something about you was quite addictive, you didn't know if it might be the tiniest trace of nicotine or the fact that he just wanted to feel your insides more than just wanting a simple blow.

Alex flips you, face against the tree, his hands dropping to your hips pulling them forward, "Are your little fantasies coming true? You can't lie to me, I knew you were thinking of summat like this... just wanting me inside you this whole time... and you didn't say anything..." You heard the sound of his zipper coming down, you gripped the wood tighter as Alex pushed your dress up to your back, he finally saw what was underneath your golden dress, that thin pair of black knickers, he pushed them aside, and pressed his fingers down on your clit making you sigh, he smiled to himself gathering up a slow tempting pace.

"You're such..." You were cut off the moment his fingers finally made their way into your panties.

"Such a what?" You couldn't stop gasping as his fingers began to fuck your hole more vigorously, deeper, you couldn't stop moaning his name out loud, even if you tried, he filled you up to the top, your legs losing balance, "Such a good fuck, babe?" You whined when he took himself out of you, rimming his dick on your cunt, spreading your wetness all over it.

"Mhm" You whimpered, the tip of his cock was used to rub your weakest spot in circles, you could feel him smiling to himself, whatever happened to that 19-year-old boy that won your heart with his shyness in his interviews, reserved, quiet, a sweet kind smile, now he was all over you, treating you like a trashy whore, but you loved it, it boosts his ego, but nobody had seen this part of Alex Turner, or even felt it, "You are Alex" You whimpered.

"Be quiet sweetheart, or they'll hear you..." He enters you and keeps fucking you like a doll, pressed against you so tight you were seeing the stars in the black sky shining like diamonds, reflecting in your eyes, you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach, his lips pressed against your neck, sucking on it harder to leave his little stamp, his mark, "I bet everyone would be glad to know you got fucked by me..." You didn't know how did he have the strength to keep talking to you while he fucked your insides so good. His lips were so soft against your skin, his cock reaches to a place that covered your flesh in goosebumps, his nose tickling your nape, his hands gripping your tits, squishing them together, kneading them.

"Oh... Alex," You gasp, he had such a delicious rhythm that burned your body and his, the tension making the air thicker, harder and harder for you to catch your breathing, you trembled, your cheeks burning hot as your pussy only got wetter, and nipples got hard.

"I felt that... tell me what it is..." He drawled, but you couldn't sound a syllable, you grabbed his hand, sliding down in between your legs, your back arched as his fingers press down on your clit, your head on his shoulder, your long neck so beautiful in his eyes, his other hand chocked your neck, he kissed you as best as he could, rubbing your clit harder as he feels you contracting, your pussy made a mess, wetting your inner thighs, feeling those tickles, and his dick was pushed deep inside you, only to make you finish all over him, your eyes turning white gasping for some air, making you feel lightheaded, and he let go of your neck before you passed out, but you were sure it wasn't because you couldn't breathe, it was because he fucked you so well, "Now is my turn..." He gathered up a giddy pace, so fast that the sound of his hips colliding against your body sounded like applause, your ass turning tender and soft like a piece of dough, he was coming to an end, and so did you for the second time, he pushed himself harder, "Cum all over me cock, you dirty cunt... fuckin' do it" He flicked your clit and you came again, not being able to stand on your feet any longer, he pulled out of you fast to cum on your back, the warm fluid dripping down your hips and bum, "Shit, shit... oh fuck" He gave himself a few strokes to squeeze everything out when he opened his eyes again he began to panic a bit, he researched in his jeans for something to clean you up.

You quietly giggled and kicked your panties off your feet, "Just use these" You panted, he grabbed them and he pushed his lips together.

"But I'm gonna ruin them" He pouts, you wave it off and he cleans up your back, once he is done, you take your coat off, wrapping it around your waist, he feels bad about it, and you can see it on his face, "What's wrong?"

"Ruined a sexy pair of knickers," Your fingers brushed the hairs on his forehead, and you kindly smiled at him, pecking his lips.

"It was for a good cause," You made him laugh, and it was the silliest, sweetest, and most contagious laugh ever, you've heard it before on the radio when they interviewed them, but it was nothing like real life, "Besides, I always keep a spare on my purse" He pushed his eyebrows together, smiling, his smile was the one that made your insides melt.

"Now I'm curious to see what's inside that magical purse of yours," You looked at him with a hint of sadness in your eyes, knowing that maybe it was time for you to go your separate ways as you walked together, but at least for today, he didn't want you to just disappear, so he grabbed your hand and you walked back together, you found a bathroom in the way where you could change, and he waited patiently outside for you, telling your how sorry he was over and over, but you truly didn't care.

You had the time of your life, partying with him and the monkeys, Lilly Allen had turned the party into a costume party, you saw Alex changing into a green dinosaur onesie, drinking beer, and dancing with you dressed like an angel, with sparkles in your eyes and a white dress that Amy lend you in exchange for your golden dress, you kept dancing and drinking until the sunrise with him, smoking some weed with him and Matt in the back, Alex played with you, he stuck with you throughout the whole night, pinching your bum, kissing the back of your head, but mostly he spent most of the time craving the taste of your mouth, kissing you with angst and possession since there was another guy, James from Klaxons that wanted to kiss you, he wouldn't leave you alone, both of you felt like you were flying like planes running and rolling around the grass watching the sun peek behind the giant pyramid. And then, your memory went blank, you had woken up from the floor with your knees and elbow bleeding, blood on your wings and broken fishnets, Chelsea lying on your thighs and Gracie hugging you close, you glanced at your clock, it was 8 in the morning, you woke Chelsea and Gracie up, taking them with Jamie and Katie who kindly gave them water and some food, then you had another worry, it was Alex.

"Have you guys seen Alex anywhere?" You slurred to Jamie and Katie, then Jamie grabbed Katie's hand and went outside with you, you heard the sound of Alex's grunts, and you followed them until you saw him wrestling James in the mud with his dinosaur onesie, his eyes just as red as yours, "Alex!" James was in the mud and Alex quickly went running back to you zigzagging, you couldn't help but laugh so hard it knocked you to the floor, your body and head still felt light, he laid down next to you staining your costume with mud, "What the fuck, Alex?"

"That fucker wanted to kiss you!" Alex's voice sounded a pinch higher when he was drunk, he was annoyed that you kept laughing, "What? He needed to know that you're mine, he can't kiss you"

"So brave!" You teased him, cuddling close to him, "How much grass did we smoke? Jesus... I'm so tired" You turn your head to look at him but he is already staring at your lips, stealing a kiss from you.

"We could go back to the trailer," He pinched your chin, his thumb caressing it gently, and a smile crawled to your lips.

"You're not that tired, are you?" He said no with his head, his hands sneaking to pinch your bum, making you giggle like a child and blush hard.

"I'll do everything, you just have to lay down... and look pretty just like now" He kissed your temple, piggybacking you back to the trailer, closing the door shut.

A/N

Happy Alex Turner day everyone! 💘

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Oooh I’ve had an idea !!! Fuckboy!Rockstar!Bucky rough fucking a groupie !! She’s high out of her mind and he’s fucking her senseless . Frantic , fast , sloppy . She’s too eager , giving him the sloppiest blowjob and screaming like a woman possessed. Both covered in sweat . Slapping , name calling , hair pulling , fingers in her mouth . Just altogether rough … (if that’s not something you’re into feel free to skip this)

Rockstar Bucky

18+ minors dni

Fuckboy Rockstar Bucky x f groupie reader

Warnings: Bucky is a warning, SMUT (name calling, spanking, breeding kink)

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This. Is. So. Hot. I am into this, I am so so into this.

The night starts off with you both just smoking some weed in his hotel room after his show; the both of you sharing a joint while laying down. It doesn’t take long for him to have his hands up your skirt, his fingers shoved deep in you while you’re spread out on his lap. He has the joint in one hand, the other in your panties, smirking while you moan and pant, begging for him to keep going.

He lets you take another hit, loving the way your eyes glaze over, your moans growing louder the higher you get, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body. You can feel his cock hard under you pressing against your ass and there's nothing more you want than to have it fill all your holes.

*****

“Fuck, that’s it baby, get my cock nice and wet, fuck you’re such a little slut” his thighs were spread apart on the bed of the hotel room, clothes thrown haphazardly around the room. You moaned around his cock, your eyes rolling back as you took him down your throat. Your face was a mess; tears streaming down your cheeks from letting his cock stretch your throat, his precum and your spit dribbling down your chin.

“So fucking slutty, always knew you were a cockhungry whore” He smirks, biting his lip watching you stroke the part of his cock you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Not good enough. “C’mon baby, take it all, open up sugar”

He doesn’t take your whining as a protest, he knows you love it. He cups your face, squeezing your cheeks to force your mouth open more, his other hand guiding the back of your head to shove his cock down your mouth.

You groan, your nose flush against his trimmed hair, his balls nearly slapping your chin, he’s a menace and you love it. He fucks your face until he can feel his cock throb, hes so close to cumming but he doesn’t want to let go yet, not when he has other plans for you tonight.

“Baby, I’d love to fill your mouth up but it’ll have to wait until next time” He pulls you off his cock, tossing you onto the bed. You barely have time to process anything when he yanks you by the ankles and grabs you hips up.

“Ass up baby” Your face is pushed into the mattress, squealing when he slaps your ass, groaning watching the soft flesh jiggle. “You gonna let me taste this pretty pussy?” He spreads your legs apart, putting you on full display for him.

“Mhm, please Buckyy” you whine out while he teases you with his tongue, sucking and licking the slick that’s already coating your thighs. He doesn’t need to be told twice, licking a long thick stripe from your clit all the way up to your tight ring of muscle, your pussy clenching when he dips back down to fuck you with his tongue.

You can barely get words out, his bruising grip on your thighs keeping them apart grow tighter the wetter you get. He doesn’t want to waste a drop, drinking every bit you spill out. His tongue is buried deep in you but you need more, your clit throbbing and aching. You push your ass back, making him groan, his hand going down to his cock to stroke himself.

“You’re so fucking messy princess, look at the mess your making” The lower half of his face is covered in your arousal, glistening in the light of the hotel room lamp. You can see his hand moving up and down, the tip of his cock leaking with precum when he strokes himself faster.

“Bucky, need more, please”

He smirks because he knows exactly what you need, he’s been avoiding it on purpose just to build your frustration more. He keeps teasing you till your whining and whimpering, trying to push your hips onto his face more.

“I know sugar, I know, you just need some attention here huh” He flicks your clit with his tongue, grinning when you moan. “So desperate, could play with this little bud all night”

His lips seal around your sensitive clit, suckling and moaning when you cry out, your hands gripping onto the sheets. He flicks and swirls around your tongue until your nearly sobbing, pulling away just before you cum.

“Noo, Bucky, fuck-AH” He slaps your ass, his hand rubbing the sting away after, shaking his head.

“Wanna feel you cum around my cock, I’ll fill you up princess, don’t worry” He’s on his knees behind you, his cock is nudging your entrance. He already knows you’re going to squeeze his cock in that tight little pussy, he hopes to hell his pull out game is strong tonight. If it isn’t oh well. He starts to push the tip in, the both of you moaning when his thick cock starts to stretch you.

“Come on baby, open up for me” He hisses, your walls clenching and stretching to accommodate his girth “So fuckin’ tight, would’ve thought you’re a virgin if I hadn’t been balls deep in you before”

“OH fuuuccckkk yes YES” You groan out as he sheathes himself inside, giving you no chance to adjust, his hips snapping against yours in an instant. “FUCKK” His heavy balls are smacking against your clit, his cock kissing your cervix each time he thrusts into you. He loves the way your ass bounces, but he wants more. He wants to see your eyes roll back, he wants to see how fucked out your face gets for him.

He pulls his cock out, flipping you onto your back before shoving his cock in again with one stroke. He’s slamming into you again, pounding you into the mattress, his face inches away from yours,

“JAMES PLEASE” Your clawing at his back, you don’t know what sensation to focus on, his cock, his hands gripping onto your waist, his lips brushing against your skin. “M’gonna cum, fuckfuckfuck” Your head lulls to the side but he doesn’t want that, he needs to see you.

“Lemme see that pretty face sugar” His hands grip your cheeks making your lips pout, forcing you to look at him. “Look at those pretty eyes baby, you’re high as fuck” His eyes are just as hazy as yours, the both of you climbing higher and higher towards your orgasm.

He loves the way you sound like a porn star; all those moans and screams are just for him. The best part about your screams is how you sound with his fingers shoved in your mouth. You gasp when he stuffs three fingers into your mouth, muffling your moans, drool coating your lips.

“Keep it down you little slut, unless you want half the floor to hear how good you’re getting it”

You clench at his words which only stoke his ego more, he loves how dirty you are just for him. For the rest of the world, you’re this sweet little groupie but for him? His personal little fuck toy. He starts to fuck you faster, the headboard rattling against the wall.

“Let you princess, know you wanna cum, let go baby, cum” Your moans and high pitched whines grow louder, your back arching, warmth and pleasure spreading through your body as your orgasm nearly tips you off the edge. His hands snakes' down to toy with your clit, throwing you head first into your climax, your walls fluttering and clenching around his length.

He licks the tears spilling down your cheeks, fucking you harder because he can’t hold back anymore. You’re moaning and crying around his cock, your nails leaving angry lines down his back. Your ankles are digging into his ass to feel him even deeper.

“Princess...”

He knows he has to pull out, and if he wants to he could. Right now. But fuck, your clenching tight walls are so fucking warm and wet. Fuck, imagine his cute little groupie whos supposed to be all innocent walking around with a swollen belly, full of his baby, fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-

“OH FUCCKKK I’m cumming, shit-baby, fuck you feel so good”

He keeps fucking in to you, his pace sloppy, your mixed arousal squelching and dripping out of you. He hisses as he pulls out, panting beside you, pleased at how utterly wrecked you looked. Perfect. You’re already half asleep, the combination of the weed and Bucky’s cock have you floating on a cloud. You slur in your sleep, snuggling into the sheets. Bucky smirks, throwing his clothes on, giving your ass a soft spank before leaving.

“Until next time, princess”

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scarlettriot · 2 years

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Thursday Night

Pairing: Kirishima X F!Reader

Summary: Kirishima was working in a bar while he continues to go to school to get his master's degree, you happen to go into that bar for your 21st birthday and can't seem to get the redhead off your mind ever since.

Warnings: SMUT | Minors & Ageless Blogs LEAVE. Alcohol. Swearing. Fucking in Public.

Contains: Story is set in an unnamed university town. Kiri is older by a couple years, Mutual pining. Porn with Plot. Consent. Unprotected Sex. Mentions of Birth Control. Oral (M&F Receiving), Hickies(M&F), Throat Fucking, Kinda get caught in the act. Reader gets picked up a few times. Nicknames: Baby, Babe, Baby Girl, Gorgeous, Cutie.

W/C: 7,768

A/N: I am so sorry this fic is so damn late for @myherokatsuki and their A Familiar Face collab. Please make sure to go check out the other fantastic pieces people have made! I was given College AU so I hope a bar in a college town is okay! A special thanks to @silverhairsimp for helping me work through this one! Ily, babes.

With a degree in psychology already under his belt, Kirishima certainly hadn’t planned to still be working at Fat’s Place. It wasn’t the fanciest bar or club around the busy university campus but, damn, did the place feel like home, and that wasn’t just because he was renting the flat above it.

Taishiro, or Fat as his players affectionately referred to him, was also the owner and namesake of the bar. When the coach learned Kirishima would be pursuing his master's degree and staying at the university, he also asked if he’d stay on as a barback while he continued his education. The redhead could have sought out a job in his field, which probably would’ve been better for him in the long run, but Kirishima truly loved working at Fat’s. Something about the people he’d meet made him want to stick around.

He was well into year number three at the bar, when he laid eyes on you for the very first time.

You walked through the door, laughing with a group of your friends, your arms linked between two of them, and you had a sash across your chest proudly displaying that it was your birthday, your 21st to be exact. But, they didn’t drag you up to the bar, instead, you all crammed into a booth, chatting among yourselves until a particular song called the lot of you out to the dance floor.

Because Fat’s Place wasn’t just a bar and that gave it a particular edge over the more upscale clubs in the area. It did have a bar, an extensive one that Kirishima was very proud of, but, there was also a dance floor, and a pool hall, plus plenty of booths where you could eat some pretty decent food at or just kill time with friends. It was because of these additional things that you didn’t need to be 21 to get into Fat’s and that meant Kirishima had lost count of the number of people who spent their final evening of being 20-years-old in this very place, just counting the seconds until they could order that first legal drink.

And, since he’d lost you in the crowd for a while, too busy making drinks and helping to run out orders of food, he figured you were one of these 20-year-olds. He didn’t think about you too much though, assuming he’d be seeing you around the bar in a couple of hours anyway. He had current patrons to give his attention. Smiling for them while pouring shots, gathering tips in the coffee tin when he paired a flirtatious wink with a tall glass of beer. There was a reason Fat asked him to stay on; he was good at what he did.

Reading people was a part of the job but Kirishima always saw it as more of a game. Tailoring the few minutes he shared with the people who wound up in front of him into moments that he hoped would brighten their nights. And, when the clock struck midnight, it was suddenly time to play that game with you.

Standing very alone at the end of the bar, you fiddled with your ID; a habit he’d noticed in people new to the legal drinking age. He gave a cursory look around and noticed a few of your friends dancing with new partners, some pressed together in a booth near the back. Everyone seemed to be paired off and that left you standing all by yourself at the end of the bar. It almost felt wrong to him, someone about to have their first drink with no one to share it with…

“Someone’s got a birthday, huh?”

“That’s what the sash says.” You smiled and looked down at the garment, “oh, and my ID.”

He took the piece of plastic from between your fingers and noted the date. You’d only been 21 for 4 minutes. When the green light flicked on after he scanned your card, he passed it back to you.

“Well, a very happy birthday… thought about what your first drink’s gonna be?”

You shook your head. “Not a clue,” a grin spread across his face. He liked people who came up to the bar with an open mind. Gave him more to work with.

“Alright then. What flavors do you like? Want somethin’ on tap? A shot? Want me to make somethin’ up?” He rattled off different options and watched as you chewed your inner cheek considering each of them.

“What would you make me?”

Damn, were you cute. “Gotta tell me what you’re in the mood for… wouldn’t wanna give you something strong and bitter if you’re feeling light and sugary.”

He let you have a minute to mull things over, making a few suggestions for you to consider, and once you gave him a lead, he started pulling a couple of bottles off the rack. He got a kick out of the way your eyes tracked his movements. Watched him with a little grin on your face when he shook the drink over his shoulder before pouring it over fresh ice.

“There ya go, give this a try,” He popped a lime green straw in it and slid it over, “If it’s not your thing, I’ll try again.” He knew finding a drink someone liked could be a process and he was always willing to work with a person until they found something they enjoyed. But, with you, it seemed he got it right the first time around.

“So good!” You praised and wrapped your lips around the brightly colored straw again. “What’s it called?”

“Uh…” He lifted the ball cap off his head and wiped his forehead trying to think up one on the spot. “It doesn’t really have one…” Eventually, he admitted honestly to you.

“Well, how am I supposed to order it again?”

He pulled a scrap bit of paper from under the register and a pen from behind his ear. “I’ll jot down what I put in it. But, if ya come back here, just find me and I’ll remember.”

“You will?” Those eyes of yours narrowed like you didn’t believe him. “This seems like a pretty busy place. You’re gonna remember some random girl's drink from a Thursday night?”

Kirishima slowly nodded his head, “yeah, yeah I’ll remember.” But you still looked unconvinced. “Guess you’ll just have to come back and test my memory sometime.”

That had you smiling for him, around the straw in your mouth. He was sure he wasn’t going to be forgetting anything about you anytime soon. “Alright. And how much do I owe you?”

He just shook his head. “Nothin’ at all. Happy birthday.”

Three weeks passed before you came back into Fat’s Place. Several hours earlier than you had on your birthday and just with your best friend suffering from a broken heart. You poured her into a booth and then wandered up to the bar, flashing a small smile at the familiar redhead.

“Hey there, Thursday Night.”

The tips of your ears heated up at the nickname. “You did remember.”

“Told ya I would.” He finished ringing an order in before giving you his full attention. “Want your drink again or in the mood for something new?”

Your drink. He remembered you and called it your drink and it made your heart skip a beat. A reaction you might have paid more attention to if it hadn’t been for your friend who’d spent the majority of her day already drinking. “Could I actually just get some water for now. And, like, a lot of fries.”

He followed your gaze. “Bad night?” He asked and scooped ice into two glasses.

“Somethin’ like that.” The rest of your friend group was supposed to meet here in a few hours. You just wanted to get some food in her before the drinking started up again.

You watched his strong arms go through the methodical motions that were probably muscle memory by now but there was something oddly calming about watching the way he worked. It had you so distracted you barely even registered him setting the glasses down in front of you. “Why dontcha go back with her. I can bring those fries out when they’re up.”

With both glasses of water in your hands, you thanked him before heading back to the booth. The redheaded bartender's kindness didn’t stop with the basket of fries though, it continued all through the night, right up to the moment you left. He’d made sure waters were always up for you the moment he saw you at the bar, even if you were ordering an actual drink, he made sure to have a water with it. And when it was two in the morning and you all were finally ready to call it a night, he made sure to call you all a cab to ensure you made it back to your dorms safe and sound.

The following morning, when you begrudgingly rolled out of your friend's bed, you decided you really should do something to show your gratitude. The few dollars you shoved in the tip tin throughout the night didn’t feel like enough.

So, you’d made the walk to your dorm, dug out some of the cash you had stashed away and stuck it in an envelope with a quickly scribbled note and then headed back for the bar.

It was closed… you should have figured as much since it was barely nine in the morning. You planned on just coming back in the evening but then caught sight of someone moving about inside.

You tapped on the glass door and caught the attention of the heavy-set blonde man, and were thankful that he didn’t just wave you off but rather came to the door anyway. “Ya know, I don’t usually serve mimosas here…” He joked with a friendly smile and you explained that you weren’t looking for a drink.

After learning that the man in front of you was in fact the owner of the bar, you handed the envelope out to him. “One of your bartenders was just really great to me and my friends last night, could you make sure he gets this?”

He looked down at the name you’d messily written across the envelope. “I– I’m sorry, I never caught his name–”

“That’s fine,” The blonde, Taishiro, chuckled, “I’ve only got one redheaded bartender. He actually lives in the flat just upstairs, I can go get him and you can give this to him yourself.”

“Oh, no, that’s alright! He’s probably sleepin’ anyway.” You started walking backward down the sidewalk, “Thank you, though!”

“His name’s Kirishima, by the way!” He called back after you, “Since apparently, he’s bad with introductions!”

Your head was buzzing the whole way back to your dorm. The redhead flicked in and out of your thoughts more than he probably should’ve since your first encounter with him on your birthday. You tried to ignore the way you always seemed to see him walking around the campus now and the way that the sight of him alone made your heart race.

It was your final year of school, you didn’t need a damn crush, you needed to focus on getting into the master’s program, and that was it.

Kirishima kept that little note you scribbled for him right on his dresser where he saw it every single day.

Thanks for taking care of us

- Thursday Night

He thought it was sweet you opted for the nickname he’d given you. He knew your name, remembered it from the first time you met and he read your ID. But, even without all that, Fat also described you perfectly when he gave him the envelope and Kiri did pay your party a lot of extra attention that night but, he never expected this kind of a reward for it. He didn’t expect any kind of reward at all! The cash was lovely, but, it was your thoughtful little note that he couldn’t stop reading, even after months had passed.

Each morning it made him grin and every night it filled his chest with warmth knowing he’d done something good.

He still had the piece of paper, and about a hundred different memories of small encounters with you tied to it now. Kirishima thought these might be the only moments he’d get with you since the school year was drawing to an end and you had graduation just around the corner, but then he overheard you talking about a master’s program you’d been accepted to at the university, the very same university he was still attending for his own.

You’d be staying.

To his surprise, and great delight, you’d even remained through the summer.

Three extra months to let his feelings bloom. Falling for a patron he saw a few times a month in the bar and a couple of additional encounters around campus.

Sure, he’d been seeing you all year! Running between buildings, or in the library late at night. But now that it was summer and there were far less people around, it was like he couldn’t step foot on campus without seeing you and it felt weird not acknowledging you.

He saw you chatting on the phone on a bench one day and gave you a friendly wave. Another time, coming out of the library holding a stack of books that you referred to as, just some light summer reading. When he noticed you studying at the library well into the evening on a hot July night, he even brought you an additional iced coffee. Of course, he barely said a word to you, not wanting to interrupt.

They were all little run-ins that made him wish he could try to pursue more with you but, he was damn sure you weren’t in the market for a relationship.

He’d lost count of the number of drinks he’d made per someone else’s request, watched as they approached you only to be shot down with your kind smile. But, knowing this fact also only made him more proud that you actually accepted the coffee from him that one night.

Most of those you did reject went away with sad eyes but a few stood their ground and tried to insist that you accept their oh, so generous offers. Katsuki or Taishiro were more than happy to show those people right out the door.

It was obvious you weren’t looking for anything, Kiri knew that, but, it didn’t stop his heart from damn near leaping out of his chest each time you walked into the bar, right up to the counter, and said your sweet hello to him.

He adored the couple of minutes he got your attention all to himself when he was making your drink, now officially known at the bar as the Thursday Night. He’d ask you what was new, how your week had gone, literally anything that came to mind for those short seconds he had with you and he cherished each of them.

It was a week before fall classes were due to start. The summer air gave way to a cool breeze in the late hours of the night. You’d walked home to your new apartment, having moved out of the dorms earlier in the summer, meaning you were now closer to the bar that had become a favorite hangout spot.

During the walk back home you welcomed the chill in the air, it was a nice change from the heat of the day and the warmth that clung around the bar. But, when you realized you’d have to go back out again, you groaned inwardly and pulled a hoodie over the sundress you’d had on.

It might have been an odd fashion choice in some people’s eyes but after two in the morning when you realized you forgot your wallet, you didn’t really give a shit about what you were wearing. The only thing you cared about was if someone would still be there to let you in and get it back.

It was a relief that the door was still propped open by a barstool, music flowing out, but when you walked in the place was practically empty, except for a certain redhead.

A redhead who you couldn’t deny you’d grown fond of over the many months. You couldn’t deny anymore that he was as easy on the eyes as he was to talk to. Always armed with a warm smile and a heartfelt laugh whenever you needed one. He even offered to help you with a stack of library books once when your overzealous self checked out one too many. And the coffee he brought you out of the blue… he’d wiggled his way into your heart whether you wanted him to or not.

You’d told yourself you wouldn’t date in your senior year and you hadn’t. A couple of one-night-stands… sure, but Kirishima was too sweet a man to be relegated to a single night of fun so, you admired him from across the bar and campus for the entire last year, a year that had been over for a while now. You just had to figure out if you were going to keep up your dating freeze…

Kiri had a broom in hand, sweeping under the stools that he had propped up on the bartop, humming along to the song that was playing. “Excuse me,” You called, not wanting to startle him.

“Sorry, miss,” He began but then turned around, “Oh, hey!” He beamed over at you.

“I know you’re closed but I–”

“Forgot your wallet?” He chuckled and walked back behind the bar. “Knew it was yours. Found it tucked back behind one of the booths, must’ve fallen.”

He walked it over to you and handed it right over. “I didn’t look inside, but, ‘m not sure if someone got to it before me… do ya wanna take a look and make sure everything’s there?”

You did as he suggested, flipping through your cards and making sure your cash was accounted for. “Looks like you got to it in time. Thank you, Kirishima.”

The man grinned when you said his name. “‘S no problem at all.”

There was no reason for you to stay, you’d gotten what you came for, and yet, your feet were stuck to the spot. It didn’t help that Kiri was rooted too, just looking down at you with those kind eyes.

“Did you… need anything else?” You shook your head but still didn’t move and, apparently, something about that was funny, making him adjust his hat while he chuckled, “Well, I’m just cleaning up for the night but, if you wanna stick around, you’re welcome to.”

You took him up on the offer, and for the first time, actually had a conversation at length with the man.

The bar had been clean for well over an hour, leaving the two of you sitting on stools, your legs swinging between his. Topic after topic went by, effortlessly bouncing from one right into another and it was becoming apparent that your dating freeze was hitting a thaw.

You couldn’t believe the things you had in common, all the likes and interests you both shared and never talked about in all the time he’d been pouring you drinks.

Neither of you realized the hour it had gotten to. Kirishima was completely surprised when the door that led to his flat swung open and his silver-haired roommate came stepping out with a yawn.

“Holy shit, dude, you’re still up!”

“Uh, yeah, guess I am.”

And then a pair of silvery eyes landed on you, “Oh, and now I can see why.” You’d seen him in the bar before, usually glimpses since he was often in the kitchen, but, he’d been up with Kirishima a time or two.

“Y/N, this is Tetsu, he’s my roommate and a bit of an early bird.”

“I like to run when the campus isn’t crawling with people.” He shrugged and zipped up the jacket he was wearing, slapping Kirishima on the shoulder before heading to the door. “She’s real cute, but, ya gotta sleep sometime.”

“Wouldyougetoutofhere!”

Tetsu left with a laugh and, even though you were really tempted to keep talking to the redhead, you needed to be getting at least a couple hours of sleep with your program starting in just a couple of days.

“Could I walk you home?” Kiri quickly asked when you slid off the stool.

“Oh, you don’t have to, I don’t live far.”

“I know I don’t have to… but I’d like to.”

And so, the two of you walked side by side the seven blocks to your apartment. Standing, staring at one another again, neither wanting to leave until he couldn’t just look into your eyes anymore.

He took the hat off his head and set it backward on yours, “Hey,” you giggled, “What’re you doin’?”

“Have you ever tried kissing someone with a ballcap on?” He reached around and flicked the bill of it, “The bill can make things difficult.”

Kiss? He said kiss. Your brain hurried to process that word, the question, and the sentence that followed.

“A-are you saying you wanna kiss me?”

“I’ve wanted to for a while now, feels like forever kinda.” Kiri nodded his head, “May I?”

You stood on your tiptoes to give him his answer, slotting your lips right against his and moving them slow when his hand cupped your cheek.

When a dog walker cleared her throat in annoyance, Kiri didn’t even dare move away from you, not ready for the moment to end just yet. He wrapped his free hand behind your back and guided you closer to your door, out of the way of street traffic where the two of you could take your time.

When you dropped back onto flat feet, he chased you for a second longer, stealing another kiss before pulling back.

“Worth the wait?”

“Fuck yes.” He hummed into a last kiss with you before actually calling it a night. Leaving you standing on your porch with a torrent of butterflies in your stomach that seemed to have just been waiting for the freeze to end.

“W-wait! You forgot your hat!”

“Hold onto it f’me! Just give it back when I see ya again!”

He didn’t have to wait very long. Not at all. You were back in the bar by eight that night, carrying his hat in your hands and walking right up to the bar. You beckoned him to lean forward with just a single finger and he did so without even thinking, letting you put it back on his head. First with the bill facing forward but you spun it around before he was able to back away. “Wouldn’t wanna make kissing difficult.”

“Can’t have that.” You shared a grin before crashing back into each other.

From then on, it became a game for the two of you. In the weeks that followed, when neither of you were brave enough to define what you were to the other, you could at least admit when you wanted affection from him.

It was simple really, you’d find a way to grab his hat and flip it around. He’d spin around until he found you, pull you close, or push you up against the nearest solid surface, leaving you completely breathless, and then promptly returning to whatever he was doing prior. You got your kicks out of watching him search for you, and he was enamored with your awe-struck face each time he pulled away from you.

Of course, he couldn’t take things too far, or else he was going to be popping boners at work and that didn’t sound like a good idea. Sure, Tetsu and his girlfriend, Itsuka, snuck off to the supply room a time or two but you and him weren’t there yet, not even close to it to both your dismay. Between classes and work, you were barely even able to come in to see him, and he hadn’t been able to take you out on a proper date like he desperately wanted.

That was why he’d been so excited when he heard your sweet voice calling to him on a Saturday night. He was stuck in the parking lot of the biggest football game of the season, running their little beer stand out of the back of his truck to bring in some extra cash for the bar. Two years ago, this had been his idea; sell the beer cheaper before the game. Hell, he even had people coming out during the game to buy it from them! But this year, fuck, he hated it.

He wanted to be with you, but you weren’t even planning on going to the game! With your first exam on Monday, he understood why but, he still missed you. So much so that when he heard an all too familiar, “Excuse me,” He almost didn’t believe it.

But, there you were, standing with a smile on your face and a cooler in your hands, and a blanket draped over your arm. “I’m afraid I don’t have your wallet this time.” He joked when he hopped down from the tailgate of his trunk and pressed his lips right against yours. He brushed your hair back, “Whatcha doin’ here, gorgeous?”

“My brain hurt… I needed a break, so, I thought I’d make you some dinner and join you.”

“You’re absolutely adorable.” He beamed and set the cooler down on the tailgate and then climbed back up in the bed, quickly pulling you up with him.

“By make,” you clarified when he opened the lid, “I mean I grabbed some bread, a few different lunchmeats, and cheeses…” he continued to pull out the sandwich supplies as you went over the things you brought.

With everything laid out on the blanket, he leaned over and kissed your temple. “It’s great, babe.” And he genuinely meant it, honored that you’d go through all this trouble for him.

Luckily, you both made it through sandwiches and half a bag of chips before the halftime crowd started pouring out. He brushed off his hands and kissed you quickly. “This shouldn’t take too long, be back in a couple minutes.”

Except Kirishima was quickly eating his words. He hasn’t expected a crowd this large to crowd around the small beer stand. Even on the biggest game of last year, there weren’t half as many people!

He worked as fast as he could, exchanging cash for cups, quickly glancing at the colorful bands on wrists that indicated age, but he couldn’t work fast enough.

“Hey,” he had even notice you leave his truck but suddenly your small hand was on his shoulder, making him stop for just a second, “I’ll get the drinks, you worry about the cash. ‘Kay?”

“Y–you totally don’t have to do that…” You didn’t sign up for this madness, you shouldn’t have to do a single thing right now!

But, all you did was smile up at him, “I know, but I wanna help.”

Damn, you really were incredible.

Together you worked through the crowd of people and about twenty minutes later, all were taken care of and nearly all the kegs had been empty.

“Don’t think I’m gonna make it ‘til the end of the game,” he noted and kicked one of the remaining kegs with the toe of his shoe.

And, he’d been right, not even halfway through the third quarter and the last drop was sold. Some part of him couldn’t believe it. He’d never sold out. Not completely. But, the bursting cash box and empty kegs couldn’t be denied.

There wasn’t much sense hanging around in the parking lot once everything was loaded back up in his truck.

You were leaning right against the passenger door when he slammed the tailgate shut, lifting his hat to wipe sweat off his brow as he walked around to you. “We can catch the rest of the game if you’d like… or I can take ya home if you wanna keep studying.”

“I think I’m all studied out for the night, but what if I don’t really wanna watch the game either?”

A smirk spread across his lips because he was getting familiar with that little glint in your eye.

“And what would you like to do instead?” He refused to get too hopeful, that is, until you pulled him down and pressed your lips right against his.

“Just wanna spend some time with you.” Your lips moved slowly against his when you spoke.

He eased you to the side so he could reach the door handle behind you. Kiri kept on kissing you while his hands ventured down to your waist, lifting you easily right up into his passenger seat. “Buckle up, babe. I’ve gotta couple ideas of how we can spend our time.”

When you decided not to buckle into the passenger side but rather went for the middle seat right beside him, that was when he decided to take the long way back to the bar.

Everyone in the little town was still at the game, that was why Kiri sat at the light for three cycles with his hands caught up in your hair and his tongue dancing with yours. The light switched to yellow when his lips moved along your jaw. “Wanna take you out,” he nipped at your ear.

“We can go out whenever, Eijiro…” Gods, hearing you say his name was so addicting, “just, not tonight, okay? Just want you tonight.”

He’d made it to your collarbone when the light was casting a red glow over you both. “Just us t’night. You got it.” And then it changed again to green.

You were bringing his lips back to yours when a car horn blared behind you causing laughter to flood his cab and pour out the open windows.

It happened three more times before you’d made it back to the bar. Make outs at every red light, and in between them your hand was on his thigh, soft lips kissing and sucking at his neck making his jeans unbelievably tight.

“Just gotta, fuck—“ He was panting against your lips when you finally got back, parked near the kitchen entrance, “get everythin’ inside, then ‘m all yours, darling. Promise.”

While you went into the bar to wait, Kiri had never unloaded his truck faster in his entire life. Piling the empty kegs just inside the door, nearly forgetting the cash box inside his truck, all in a hurry to get back to you as quickly as he could.

He found you just on the other side of the bar waiting for him, “C’mere.” He groaned and pulled you flush against him, trapping you between the counter and his body.

His hands couldn’t stop moving. Wanting, needing, to feel every part of you that you’d allow. Sighing when you let him palm your breasts and moaning when he couldn’t help but rut against you. But, what really did him in was watching you sink to your knees in front of him. Not breaking eye contact until you had his belt undone and pants loose around his hips.

He was so proud of the way you gawked at just the outline of him clearly displayed in his boxers. Precum already darkened a patch of the fabric.

You were biting down on your lower lip when he pulled his boxers down for you. But the moment he had his hand around his shaft, you already had those perfect lips parted, and he could’ve cum on the spot from the sight alone.

“What a good girl,” He purred and set the tip on your tongue, letting you taste the arousal that had formed. “Been wantin’ this, have ya?” Your lips closed around him with a hum and he smiled, brushing back your hair.

Your small hand replaced his, working his length with your fist while you took more and more of him in your mouth. He rested his hands on the bar top above you for balance, easing his hips forward, and stopping the moment you gag with a little,”’m sorry.”

You were quick to start again though, try to get him past that deliciously tight bend of your throat and, fuck, did he want that. Wanted to see your cute nose nestled against the neatly trimmed dark hair at his base.

It took a few minutes and a couple tries, he even stopped at a point to make sure you want to continue when he saw tears prick your eyes but you just put your mouth right back on him, and damn if he wasn’t in love. It was too soon to say that though, right? Corny to first say it in the middle of sex… he vaguely recalled Katsuki saying something like that once, so he settled for, “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

He moved a hand to your hair, helping you move right along his cock, holding himself deep in your throat. “Never had anyone take me this well,” And he meant it. He really was stunned at the way you opened up for him.

“Damn, babe, ‘m feelin’ close…” you could tell by the way his hand curled into a fist, pulling lightly at your roots. “Want my cum down your throat? Can you swallow it all up, pretty girl?”

His cock twitched when you enthusiastically nod your head and he nearly busts right then but he takes a slow breath, watching your stunning eyes and hearing the way your nails claw at his jean-covered thighs. “Little more, baby, just a litt—“

He stopped talking instantly, thinking he heard something in the kitchen. His hips froze, the tip of his cock deep down your throat while he listened and you remained perfectly still below him.

“Ei! You lazy shit! Couldn’t move these away from the fuckin’ door!”

“Shit!” Kiri hissed and you could both hear Tetsu kicking one of the metal kegs out of his way. There was just enough time for him to pull out of your mouth and slip his cock back into his boxers before the kitchen door swung open and his roommate walked through.

“Really?” Tetsu barked the moment he saw him. Kiri was sure he was covered, leaning enough that his friend couldn’t see his belt hanging loose or the fact his pants were wide open… never mind that he had you with swollen lips and watery eyes just under him.

“Hey, man, thought you were going to that after-party.”

Tetsu’s brows furrowed at his friend's demeanor, and Kiri’s heart raced faster, “I was— I am. Itsuka and I both are but,” he started to walk to the side of the bar and for a moment Kiri genuinely feared he was about to come around it but he stopped just short.

“She forgot her jacket earlier and asked me to grab it.” He pulled it from below the counter. “I— uh, think I’m just gonna stay at her place tonight…” He started to walk back towards the kitchen, “give you and Y/N the apartment for the night. Sorry I interrupted, by the way!”

“HOW’D YOU?!”

He chuckled and pushed the door back open but pointed just behind Kiri. “Mirror on the back wall. Nice shark boxers, by the way! See ya later, you two!”

Kiri let his head fall to the bar top, cheeks tinged pink with a bit of embarrassment as he gave you a heartfelt apology. “Guess I was a little eager and forgot he’s got a key.” But, he knew there shouldn’t have any more interruptions.

Only five people held keys to the bar, he and Tetsu were two of them. Fat being the owner obviously had one but he’d be taking his toddler twins home from the game right now. Mina took off on vacation yesterday and Katsuki was probably already in bed.

You stood up between his arms. “He didn’t kill the mood though, did he?” You asked and he could see the hesitation in your eyes, worried that he might wanna call it here, but, absolutely nothing had been ruined in Kiri’s mind.

“Oh, hell no,” He smirked and bent to grab you and set you on the edge of the bar, “Didn’t kill a damn thing.”

Kiri hurried to return the generosity you’d given him just minutes before as soon as he was sure you were alone again. He helped ease you out of your jeans and panties, haphazardly folding them before setting them on a stool rather than just throwing them on the bar floor. He lowered himself, kissing your thighs before he set each of them over his broad shoulders, and then ate like a man starved.

“Fuck, Eiji,” He wasn’t shy about it like some other people you’d been with. No, he was determined, searching for the perfect roll of his tongue that made you cry out his name, figuring out what he could do to make your eyes roll back. He watched, he paid attention, and it showed.

Before he’d even began, he flipped that hat around so the bill of it wasn’t poking at your tummy but, you knocked it right off his head when he found that perfect spot. Your fingers curled in his hair trying so hard to keep him in place even as your legs started to tremble.

You whined when he pressed a finger into your sensitive hole, still fluttering from your high. “I know,” he murmured close to your ear, “we can stop if ya like, just say the word.”

You knew he would too. He hadn’t rushed a single thing with you, hell, you two had barely gone beyond making out before tonight. You just wanted that to change. He was going to be a gentleman, do everything by the book unless you threw that book right out the window.

You wanted more from him tonight. Wanted it for quite a while now.

“Don’t stop,” you panted, with his finger knuckle deep, “Please, don’t stop.”

You saw him smirk before he dipped his head to kiss along your neck, nipping at the skin when he started to pump the single digit in and out of you.

“Wan’nother, Eiji, please.” And he gave it to you without even lifting his head, too busy sucking a pretty purple mark just below your neckline and lazily stroking his length with his free hand.

He was trying to split you open but it wasn’t enough. He was doing his best to prep you and, after having his cock stuffed down your throat, you were thankful for it, but you still wanted more. Rocking your hips slightly, fucking his fingers deeper into your cunt made him pull off your neck, “Feelin’ a little needy, baby?” It was more than a little but you nodded your head. “Awe, think you can take me, yet? Wouldn’t wanna hurt’cha.”

He slipped in a third for good measure when you opened your mouth to answer, causing a moan to spill out before any words could. “Y–yeah, Ei, I can. Wan it.”

“Oh yeah? How bad?”

You saw his cock twitch when you whined in desperation. “Really, really bad! Please, need to feel you inside of me.”

“It’s a need now?” He chuckled, curling his fingers a final time inside of you before pulling them out. “Guess you just gotta tell me if you want it right here or if you want me to take you up to bed first?”

“Here!” Rolling your hips, feeling his tip that he laid between your folds. “Don’t wanna wait.”

“But, it’s just up those stairs,” He teased you mercilessly, finally catching on your dripping hole, “it’d only take a minute, cutie.”

Your eyes screwed shut, feeling like you might combust, “Minute’s too long,” Ankles locked around him, pulling yourself forward so his fat tip popped right inside with a wanton moan from the both of you.

He let your walls clamp down on him a couple of times, adjusting to him while he peppered kisses over your jaw and started pressing forward when your ankles pushed into his back again. He’d stop when your breath would hitch, giving you a moment before continuing, eventually burying all his inches inside you.

“Lemme know when I can move, alright?” He kissed your lips slow for your sake and his own, not wanting this to end too soon.

When you gave him the go-ahead, he still wasn’t in any hurry. Retracting his hips barely any before rutting shallowly back into you, keeping you close to him. His forehead pressed to yours, breath mingling together in little huffed-out pants. He hit all the right places after a couple minutes of shifting his hips and listening to your quiet instruction and it had you seeing stars.

Your fingers clung to the back of his cotton shirt, leaving a mark of your own on his skin except you weren’t thinking about him hiding it. Just hanging on while he chased his high, not wanting to topple over the edge again, not without him.

“In–inside? Baby, can I?”

“Yeah,”

“Birth control?”

“Mmhm!”

“Thank fuck–!” He groaned and picked up his pace and your back arched against the bar as he reached a new angle.

He wrapped an arm behind you, keeping you elevated and hitting your clit with each thrust. Your eyes screwed shut, that cord fraying. “That’s it, cutie, give it t’me.” His grip tightened, the closer you got to the edge, pulling you onto him just as much as he was fucking in.

“Know ya wanna.” He egged you on, “Can feel your needy little cunt squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight.” His voice was low in your ear again, “Cum on my cock, baby girl, just f’me.”

That fraying cord snapped, unraveled and you came undone right before his eyes. “That’s my girl.” He chuckled at your wide eyes and unhinged jaw and fucked you right through your orgasm.

But, your spasming tight walls made it impossible for him to last much longer, too far gone from the head you’d given him, and he was painting your walls white before he knew it. Hips stuttering before he imbedded himself deep one more time and remained there while your cunt milked him.

He pulled you off the bar and easily into his arms while he took a seat on one of the stools, settling you nicely in his lap with his cock still stuffed inside so you both could rest easily. He brushed back some of your hair that was clinging to your forehead and kissed both your cheeks. “Feelin’ alright, cutie? Anything you need?”

You shook your head, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, “Just you.”

His chest rumbled with a breathy laugh. “You’ve got me, babe, promise.”

“Think I could stay the night?”

He leaned his head back to look at you. “Of course, you can! My girl’s welcome over whenever she wants!”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. “Your girl?”

Kiri shrugged his arms around you. “I wanted to like, officially ask you to be my girlfriend when I took you out on a proper first date, but,”

“School…”

“And work.” He added with a groan, “We can still wait until we can do that if you’d like.”

“No!” You both started to laugh at your hurried answer. “I–I just mean, I don’t really see the point in holding off. I like you, Eiji, a whole lot,” And you could see your affection returned in his own loving gaze, “And I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

He kissed you soundly, his thumb caressing your jaw before both his hands settled behind your knees and he stood. “C’mon.” He grabs your folded clothes and his pants from off the floor while you hang onto him. “‘M feelin’ like a late-night snack.”

“Me?” You tease with a giggle as he heads for the door upstairs, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“First of all,” You open the door for him, “You are a gods damn meal, not just a snack.” And then he’s digging out the apartment key from his pants pocket. “More specifically,” He finally gets his door open and brings you inside. “Dessert. The best part of any damn meal. My favorite.”

You rolled your eyes while he playfully munched on your neck. “Alright! Alright!” And wiggled out of his arms laughing, “Let’s get you some food before you actually eat me!”

Snacks littered his coffee table, half of them forgotten as you got lost in each other again and again with his television playing some midnight special that neither of you gave a damn about. Far too concerned with each other than anything else in the entire world.

Kiri awoke on his sofa with the tv still on and you laying atop his bare chest. There was another knock at his door, the cause of him suddenly arising. He eased you off him and covered you up better with the blanket since you were only in his t-shirt before hurrying over to the door.

“Morning, Coach,” He tried to block the doorway but knew Taishiro could easily see overtop his head, “I’m real sorry about those kegs, I’ll get ‘em put away real soon–”

“‘S fine, Ei, take your time.” From behind his back, he pulled Kiri’s hat that you’d knocked off his head last night. “Found this on the floor and got a little worried. Almost never see ya without the thing and then the kegs… I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

“Oh!” He’d completely forgotten to grab it with the rest of your clothes. “Yeah, yeah, we’re– I mean, I’m totally fine.”

“We?” His former coach smiled and his eyes flicked to your sleeping form quickly and then he noticed all the little marks you’d left across Kiri’s skin, “Ah, well, ‘s about time.” He took a step back to head down to the bar, “Take the night off. Take her on that date finally.”

“Yes, sir!” Kiri grinned, and his brain instantly started sifting through a million different places he wanted to take you, trying to settle on the best ones to make a truly perfect first date.

“Everything okay?” He turned when he heard your sleep-laced voice, saw your pretty eyes blinking open, looking right at him and all his plans were put on pause to commit this moment to memory instead.

Planning a perfect first date could wait because this morning with you it was already, “Perfect.”

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thinking about a Blast From the Past steddie au tonight. like, think about it for a second--steve as the sweet, well-meaning himbo raised in a fallout shelter and eddie as the cynic who shows him the world as it is:

The year was 1962, and an atomic bomb had just dropped on top of the Harrington household.

Okay, not really. It was actually a fighter jet that suffered a mechanical failure just above the little plot of land the Harringtons called their home, but Walter Harrington took it differently. Far differently.

See, the thing was that the man was living in a state of paranoid delusion over the Cold War--terrified of the possibility of an outright nuclear holocaust over the Cuban Missile Crisis and the Soviet Union. He had been carefully building a fallout shelter under his home for his wife and possible children to live in with the works--canned food, running water, and even a working television.

And one day they went in and simply never left. The explosion right when they closed the door was tangible proof that the nuclear war was happening right above them.

A few years later, around 1968, a baby boy was born in a fallout shelter with no one but his mom and dad to keep him company.

They raised Steve the best they could, even if Walter Harrington was a mad genius and Madeline Harrington was a borderline alcoholic. Even if the boy was living in a perfect little time capsule of the fifties and early sixties. Walter made sure to educate him right and teach him how to be a sociable gentleman--even if he had no idea what swear words or the concept of sex were. That was for another time. Although, twenty-four years came and went for Steve Harrington, his father still owes him 'another time'.

Steve Harrington grows twenty-four years in perfect seclusion, but that changes at the flick of a switch.

The year is 1992: supplies are dwindling Walter is growing sick, and Steve is tasked to bravely set foot in the nuclear fallout to retrieve more material. (The only reason why Walter assumes they can even get more stuff is because he observed the outside world when the shelter unlocked and mistook it as a post-apocalyptic mutant society.)

The moment Steve made it outside his little bubble, he was utterly fascinated by the world--how different the people were outside of his television and his little books, how bright the sky was outside, how the irritable man on the bus wouldn't accept the money he tried to give him, how the bus moved and didn't fling him right off his seat.

(He even saw an adult bookstore. Dad told him that those things were filled with poisonous gas. How were they even to operate if they were filled with poisonous gas? That's dangerous and totally inconsiderate of the general public's safety.)

Anyway, he tries to follow the grocery list that Mom and Dad gave him the best he can, stocking up on poultry and tissue paper and the works. But by the end of the day, he doesn't know where he came from. Not a single sign or building or person can give him a single clue where to go.

After a few hours of wandering, suitcase in hand, he comes across a store with WE BUY BASEBALL CARDS written on the window.

Golly, Steve loves baseball cards--could look at Dad's collection for hours, and with the collection he has, he could make a pretty penny selling them for supplies. Despite the little hobby store being beside an adult bookstore with poisonous gas, he scampers right in.

"I see you're looking to buy baseball cards," he says breezily to the gruff, scary-looking man behind the counter.

"That I am," he replies.

Steve pulls a few from his jacket's inner pocket. "Well, these are a bit old, you see, but I was hoping you still might be interested."

The gruff man yanks them from his hands, a spark in his eye. He looks delighted to see them, and it fills Steve with an excitement he hadn't felt at all today. Nobody has been this happy over something he's done today. "Woah," he gasps, then covers it with a cough. "Mickey Mantle rookie season...how much do you want?"

"I was hoping to sell all of my cards, actually!"

The man sputters incredulously. "All of 'em? Are you fucking with me?"

"I'm not sure what that means, but all I have are hundred-dollar bills and I need something smaller. Like, uh...ones, tens, fives..."

"Tell you what, I'll give you five hundred in small bills for all you got."

Steve smiles brightly. "Oh, that would be wonderful, sir--"

"Five hundred for a case-full of rookie season Mickey Mantles, Rick, are you fucking joking?" A deep voice cuts through Steve's thanks from the other side of the small store. He turns around to find a man leaning against a magazine rack, arms folded sternly.

The man is unlike Steve's ever seen before. Long, long limbs and big brown eyes that look traced with black and smudged around the edges. Pretty lips, too almost girl-ish, in the way they were big and plush like the women he'd see on the television. The strangest thing about him, though, was the curly hair that tumbled past his shoulders.

He looked mad, though. Madder than mad.

"Tell the poor guy you're fucking with him," long-hair-pretty-lips says to the man behind the counter, who bristles.

"Were you raised in a fucking barn, Munson? Who told you to interrupt on business?" Rick counters. Steve was really not appreciating the amount of f-words dropped in the conversation, it was uncouth.

"Sure I was!" Munson saunters towards the counter and Steve's eyes follow him like a moth to a light. "But my morals go past your business practices at this point. You remember the ninth commandment, yeah?"

"You shut your Goddamn mouth--"

"Excuse me sir, but I really don't appreciate how you're using the Lord's name in vain like that," Steve says firmly.

"See?" Munson smiles. It's like sunlight. "He gets it."

He plucks the baseball card from Rick's hand and holds it over his head when he tries to reach for it again. "See this little thing?" He says to Steve sweetly. "This guy costs six grand alone."

"Get out of town! Really?"

"Oh yeah, big guy. Selling the thing would give you a small fortune, and Rick over here is trying to con you out of it."

Steve frowns. "Is that true?" He asks Rick.

"Nothing but," Munson says in place of him. He slips the card back into Steve's hands and gives them a pat.

"The Hell is even keeping you here, Munson?" Rick sneers. "Did the gig you won't shut up about fall through like they usually do? Better to bum it out here than in your shithole apartment? Stop loitering in my damn store and make like a fucking tree. You're banned."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Munson says rolling his eyes. He looks at Steve, then the door, gesturing at it with a flick of his head. "I'll see you out, Beaver."

He walks them both out the door, stopping to gesture at Rick strangely--hands balled into fists with only his middle fingers up--before stepping outside onto the sidewalk.

"Well merci, Monsieur," Steve says appreciatively, because Dad taught him French was always to be used on such occasions.

"What, you're French?"

"Oh no, I'm"--he thinks back to what Dad told him if a mutant asks where he's from. Gosh, he thinks he's supposed to be--"out on business."

"And you don't even have a clue about the little business trick that Rick tried to pull?"

"No...no, I--"

"Yeah, doesn't matter." Munson shrugs. He smiles sympathetically at Steve before turning on his heel and walking off. Oh boy, what would he do without him?

He follows him like a lost puppy, that's what.

"...You going the same way?" Munson asks incredulously. Steve shakes his head.

"Well, I'm following you."

Munson stops in his tracks, blinking, and Steve almost runs into him in his state. "Me?"

"Well yes! Where are we going?"

"We?" Munson asserts. "I'm going back to my shithole apartment, and judging by that jacket you're wearing, you should be taking the next left and hop-skipping straight to the barber college."

"Oh, I'm lost, though."

"Aren't we all?"

"Say, did you just get banned from that hobby store because of me?" Steve says to change the subject.

Munson sighs. "Seems like I did, sailor. The place was shitty anyways, with that dickhead running the operation. Wayne could get better cards from a different joint."

...dickhead? Steve's never heard that leave the seams of anyone's lips before. "Dickhead?"

"Yeah, he's a real fucking loser. A walking talking penis capable of human speech."

Steve gets queasy at the image he's concocted in his head. He leans against the nearest brick wall, his suitcase tumbling to the ground as he drops into a contemplative squat.

"Dude, what is wrong with you?"

"Well, the mental image that I..."

Munson's eyebrows scrunch before he reaches out a hand to Steve. He takes it, letting the man haul him upward. "Look, man, where'd you park your car?"

"I came by bus."

"Aren't you full of surprises."

"I am?"

"Okay look." Eddie raises his hands, palms splayed in the air. "It's your first time in Los Angeles, right? Everyone wants a taste of it, I know, and you're out for business and fucking famished. You got the opportunity to see the great big world outside of your little bubble and you got excited--but you took a bus and got mixed up in the middle of San Fernando Valley without a clue in the world. Am I correct?"

Steve listens in wonderment. So far, Munson's been correct in a way. He's convinced he might be psychic. He nods slowly and seriously just to see Munson flash that lighting-strike smile.

"Great, great. Which brings us to here. Correct again?"

"Oh yeah."

"Where are you staying?"

Nowhere, at the moment. Steve opens his mouth to say so, but Munson interrupts quickly. "Holiday Inn?"

"Yes, the Holiday Inn!" Steve says totally truthfully.

"Okay, cool. Cool." Munson claps his hands together with finality and starts walking. "The nearest bus station is a couple of blocks away if you take a right--"

"Don't you have a car?"

Munson stops in his tracks again. He turns to face Steve once again. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

Something warm pools in Steve's gut at the pet name. Something about the way those pretty lips form that word sends blood rushing to his cheeks. "Steve," he says.

"Alright, Steve." Oh boy, his name sounds even better when Munson says it. "Rule number one in Los Angeles? Never let a stranger drive you anywhere."

"If it makes you feel any better," Steve says sweetly, "I don't have a gun."

Munson pales, then starts running.

"Hey!" Steve cries and makes haste to follow him. "I must've said something wrong, please forgive me!"

"Nope, nope--get the fuck away from me, man!"

He grabs Munson's wrist to pull him back, which is a bad move since the man starts writhing around in his grip. "I'm not going to hurt you, sir!"

Steve drops Munson's hand and raises his in surrender. "See?"

"...Just let me get to my car."

"I'll give you a Rogers Hornsby if you take me to my hotel," Steve reasons.

Munson stills. "...That's like four grand, don't bullshit me."

He pulls the card from his jacket and presents it as evidence. "See? I was holding it back." He wants Munson to feel safe. "I got two." He reaches for the other cards in his pockets and pulls them out. "And-and all these other ones, too!"

"Okay, okay. You'll give me four thousand dollars if I drive you to your place?"

"Uh-uh!"

"That's it?"

"Yep."

"And I don't have to give you a quickie in the backseat or anything?"

"Yes sir--wait, what?"

Munson blows past his question like it didn't even leave Steve's mouth. "Can you stop with the sir crap?"

"Well, I'm sorry, sir--"

"My name is Eddie."

Eddie...Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Wow, what a name. It's almost like something he's heard on the television.

"Why, it's nice to meet you, Eddie."

"Tolerable to meet you too, Steve."

Steve smiles shyly, then asks, "So are you a girl?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well it's just your hair...it's so long." Steve points at his as an example. "I've never seen anything like it before."

"Dude, it's 1992, every other guy looks like this--have you been living under a rock or something?"

Something like that. Steve shrugs.

"Well guys having long hair doesn't mean that they're girls, Steve, that's a given. It's not 1962 anymore." Eddie backtracks. "Well, I mean, dudes can have long hair and be chicks and chicks can be dudes too but that's not--"

"Oh, wow, my dad told me about one of those the last time he went here!"

"Oh that's fantastic, sweetheart," Eddie says, sugary-sweet. "But how about I drive you home?"

"That'd be a pleasure, Eddie."

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nae2raw · 9 months

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rock lee is so underrated idk why ppl don’t write for him but write for sasuke and kakashi 😒. anyways can y’all recommend me rock lee fan fics tyyy 😚 ( even better if it’s a black reader )

#rock lee #rock lee x reader #black reader #naruto #fiction #anime #underrated #sasuke uchiha #naruto uzumaki #might guy #fan fic stuff #wattpad #black tumblr #fanfic #fantasy #fan fic ideas #kakashi hatake

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thesmokingguns · 1 year

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Accidents Happen

Rewrite of Kitten

Warning: Minors DNI 18+ Sex, cum play, breeding kink, dirty talk, possession kink, degradation, rough sex

“That’s my girl. Fuck kitten.” Nikki had you riding on his lap, one arm around your waist to squeeze your pinned arms in place and help keep you steady as your thighs and hips controlled the movements. Forced to ride his cock, up and down in a steady motion he had you doing. Your body aching as it moved for him. Needing him to tell you what to do so you could please him. Knowing better than to stop.

He was pushing up into you, fast and deep thrusts as you lost all train of thought and just let him fuck you. The way you moved sloppier as he took over, the wetness of your pussy creaming over his shaft as the wet sounds of your pleasure and him filling you echoed through the bedroom. Your nipples were taunt, dragging across his chest into erotic points of pleasure that were stimulated by you riding him.

He flipped you, pressing your knees into the mattress, taking your hands behind your lower back and holding you in position as he smacked your ass, watching it turn bright pink and bounce back to meet his thrusts. He was so deep inside of you, your toes curling with pleasure from the feeling of him filling you. Deeper and deeper with each needy thrust.

It wasn’t until he warned you, in that deep grumble of a voice, that he was going to cum that something snapped in your brain and you thought of the tin foil packet still filled with little pills.

“Don’t. No. Nikki STOP!” Your words fell on deaf ears as you tried to wiggle off him but his other arm wrapped around you, sealing you in place as he pressed himself deeper into you, cock letting out spurts of hot cum as your body yearned to cum around him, “I forgot my birth control,” and at that he released you, letting you fall back into the bed, seeing the fierce anger in his eyes as he looked at the pitiful display of your used body.

“You have one job and you can’t even fucking do that.” He sneered it out, wiping his wet cock against the back of your thighs. Reducing your body to a nothing object. You were his cum rag, used to clean his spent cock.

Nikki could turn and be mean when he felt like things were out of his control. You usually took things and made him feel better and he would repay you tenfold. But when his eyes darkened like they had now you knew that it wasn’t going to be an easy punishment.

Cum dripped down your thighs as you literally drooled on the sheets so fucked out that you were mindless and thinking of yourself as an object for the man and no longer a person, groaned as you felt Nikki’s finger slide inside of your used cunt. You ached around him, raw from the rough drawn out sex. Tender cunt throbbing around his fingers and clamping down from habit around him. Pulling more of his cum out with his two fingers, curling them in a come here motion tha had your over stimulated g-spot sending signals to your brain that had your eyes crossing, pulling from you what he had left behind moments before.

The cum was wiped on your thighs, sticky and wet. Sore form hom Nikki was scratching across the backs of them as he used your body like a towel. He was taking his cum from you and using it as a punishment. You wondered if he would let it dry there, like stains serving as a warning for what a dirty girl you were.

“I’m sorry daddy.” You said with a sob as he prodded your sore walls with his fingers and caused another whimper of pain and shame from your lips. He wasn’t taking it easy on you and the frustration he had for you was rolling out of him and was causing this tension in the bedroom. And you wanted to go back, do anything to make him happy.

Nikki just clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he looked at you, the way you were pressed against the sheets and being still, afraid to move because he was furious at you. Pussy achy and leaking cum as his fingers left you, a few globs of his cum coming out and making the wet spot grow underneath you as the cum that missed the skin of your thighs fell to the sheets. Or the cum dripped down, over your thighs and past the back of your knees, wetting the sheets you were kneeling on.

“So pathetic.” He muttered, finally speaking as you feared the aftermath of your mistake, “You forget your birth control today and now I have to clean your filthy pussy for you after you take all my cum like a good girl?” he paused for a second and it was so quiet you knew only something bad could happen from him. How mad was he for you forgetting?, “You know what, no. You want to be a bad girl? I’ll treat you like that” You sniffled a sob out, hating when he was mad at you and wanting to go back to him taking pleasure from your body. Be his good little girl taking his cock again..

The head of Nikki’s cock was at your entrance pressing inside of you as he once more started to fuck you. The soreness from his fingers, inside of your body stretched raw and painful around the girth of his cock, whimpering at the full stretch of him once more filling you with his body. Your body was already clutching around him and squeezing as you got used to him fucking you again. No time to recover and just used up like his personal sex toy. Your favorite thing to be.

“We’re not going to clean up your dirty little pussy anymore. You want to forget your birth control? Daddy is going to put a baby inside of you and show you there are consequences for your actions.” You whimpered as he slammed into you, not taking it easy on you like you wanted him to do. This wasn’t love making but this was a punishment fuck and you were very aware that this was to show you how easily he could use you.

Hard fast fucking where he didn’t care about your orgasm and slapped your hands away when you tried to touch the spot between your legs to give yourself a bit of pleasure if he wasn’t going to make the effort on it. This fuck wasn’t for you but this was for him to take out his frustration on you. Using you as he wanted to; you were just a hole at the moment to him. He had you bent, folded like a throw blanket on the bed as he thrust so deep inside of you your stomach hurt from the impact.

His cum once more filled you as he slapped inside of you, cock draining into you as you wondered how he managed to cum so much and if you were going to be forced to clean him out of you yourself.

“What do you say?” Nikki asked, pulling out as you whimpered at the burn of him moving out of you. Your body is so used to his by now that the sore skin didn’t know what to do without some part of his body pressed against it. His fingers now pushing the cum he had been taking out of you now being pushed back inside, making sure you were stuffed with it.

“Thank you daddy.” The words managed to squeak out from between your lips and you felt his smile without seeing it. Knowing he was smiling at you eased your worrying.

Something about breeding you softened Nikki and he was laying beside you, stroking your hips with the tips of his fingers, fingers brushing over your belly as he laid beside you, holding your knees to your chest so that he gave his swimmers time to swim up and do what he wanted them to do..

“Stop taking your birth control, okay? I want to put a baby in you. I’ll take care of you both, you just worry about staying healthy. Okay, darling?” You nodded, tired and needing him to love you, he could sense that, “Close your eyes and get some rest, we’re going to be very busy.” He warned, knowing that now that he had the idea of breeding you in his mind he wasn’t going to be able to stop until it was done..

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stevieschrodinger · 8 months

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Baker Steve/Rock Star Eddie wrong number AU

Part One

Part Two

PART THREE

"It's like a TV show, but on YouTube."

"Right," Steve answers, half listening to Dustin's explanation, "so it, like what, has an air time, or whatever?"

"Yeah, like a series."

"And it's just, what, famous people playing dipshits and dickheads?"

"Steeeeeeeeeeeevvvvveeeeeeeeeeee why are you like this?"

"Dunno," Steve shrugs, trying to read a recipe online. Unfortunately that's resulted in his having to scroll past someones entire fucking life story and he's ready to give up and try and work out the dumb Oreo cake recipe himself, "just lucky, I guess."

Dustin drops his head on the kitchen counter like Steve is the greatest difficulty he's ever going to face.

"So why do you need to be here to watch this?"

"Because we all want to watch it together, the guests are Corroded Coffin, they all like, play, the whole band, it's so cool-"

"Corroded Coffin? Playing your nerd game?" Steve's interest leaks through before he can stop it, "I mean, like, I think I've heard of them?" The last thing he needs is the kids finding out he's been kind of friends kind of flirting kind of maybe wants to date the actual Eddie Munson.

Dustin looks at him skeptically, "yeah...so you-"

"You can all watch it here, it's fine...I'll make cookies."

Dustin's completely distracted by his own success, instantly whipping out his phone to inform the other kids. Steve's pretty sure their group chat is called 'No Steve's allowed' but he hasn't actually found out for sure yet.

Steve does bake cookies. All the kids are gathered around his smart TV, absolutely demolishing them while they wait for this thing to start. It's like, an actual channel, with intros and graphics and stuff, a logo that reads 'Final Roll.'

And there's Eddie and the band, sitting around a table with two dudes who must run the channel. They all have the bits of paper and dice and little figures that Steve's used to seeing when the kids commandeer his dining room table.

There's preemptive ramble, and Steve leans forward a little every time Eddie's in shot. He's relieved all the kids are all sitting in front of him and all glued to the TV, so he can ogle in peace. They do introductions, and then everyone introduces their characters.

"May I introduce Sir Steven, the half elf paladin," behind Eddie Gareth rolls his eyes so hard his whole fucking body moves. Steve can see him and Geoff mouthing something to each other. Steve can only assume it's because Eddie has named his character, presumably, after him, "he has a sworn oath to always protect those weaker than himself."

Steve's heart fucking melts.

Steve's phone is buzzing. He's prepared. He knows Eddie's back in the country, they've been talking for months. Steve's kind of done waiting, and he's ready to press his advantage. He's had this set up for a little while, just waiting for the right moment. He presses play, and then answers the phone.

"Hey Stevie how-...are you listening to Corroded Coffin?"

"Yeah, yeah," Steve turns it down, bomb dropped, trap sprung, advantage played, "the kids absolutely love them, they're trying to get me into them even though they're not exactly my thing."

"Right, ah, right, what do you, uhm, think?"

"Yeah. Still not my thing-"

"Oh."

"But I really like it when the lead guy sings."

"...yeah?"

"Yeah, not the like, shouty growly singing, I can't understand a fucking thing he's saying-" Eddie chuckles, "but like, the parts where he properly sings. I think he has a beautiful voice."

"I ah, well, I mean, I bet the, uhm, shouty bits are hard work, you know. I expect that takes a lot of, you know, practice. Hell on the throat. I imagine, I would guess anyway, I don't actually, like know-"

"No no, yeah, well, maybe he should just sing more then, save those vocal chords, or whatever. I'd like that a lot."

"Yeah?" Steve can practically hear Eddie blushing down the phone. Eddie's so cute when he goes shy.

"Yeah." There's a long beat of silence before Steve goes in for the kill, "the kids are trying to get me to go see them. They're in the states now, apparently. Will be playing a gig in Indie."

"Yeah they are- I mean, I assume they are, most bands, uhm, yeah-" And Steve is hardly holding it together, Eddie is such a bad liar, and he's trying so hard not to lie at all. Steve doesn't know how he;s keeping his tone normal and not letting the whole ass cat out of the bag.

"And the kids are absolutely itching to go, you know? But tickets man, they're all doing every chore they can find to get some extra cash, but tickets are pricey, and for eight of us? Because I'll need someone else to help me chaperone and, you know..."

"I. I might...know a guy. Maybe. Like, because of the band I might...know someone who can get you tickets."

"Seriously? Eddie that would be incredible, the kids will absolutely loose their shit."

"Yeah, ah, is your work email cool?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course of course, man, the kids are going to love you for like, forever."

And maybe I will too, Steve just about manages to keep the words inside.

@steves-yellow-cardigin @melodymeddler @pitrsattabhaadmeinjao

@superduckmilkshake @she-collects-smut @paintsplatteredandimperfect @resident-gay-bitch

#eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #my fic writing #fan fic stuff #fic wip #ficlet #rock star eddie munson #baker steve harrington #dungeons and dragons

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unknownperson246 · 2 hours

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guys send more fic requests

I have a bunch of Izzy ones but I have no requests for any other people yet!! I am writing for any band thanks!

#rock n roll #80s rock #rock #gnr fanfiction #fan fic writing #fan fiction #fanfiction #motley crue x reader #motley crue fanfiction #gnr #guns n roses #guns n'roses #fic writing #my fics #fics

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misterbrick42 · 1 year

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Management didn't want you to see this, but luckily hacking devices are standard-issue equipment.

#so yeah I wrote a DRG fan fic what about it #drg #drgposting #rock and stone #fanfic #deep rock galactic

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robocoplesb · 9 months

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YOU’RE THE GIRL THAT I WANT, nikki sixx.

warnings: reader being mean to tommy, tommy and reader have a love-hate relationship, reader smoking, reader & nikki drinking, blood, reader is 17 (this is not mentioned).

author’s note: i'm not fluent in english, so, if there are any mistakes, let me know. I promise the next chapters will be better. good read<3

chapter two. chapter three.

chapter one

“— that’s nikki fucking sixx.”

tommy's words get tangled up in my head while i do what i do best for the last twenty minutes. that includes: sit, wait for the waitress to bring my whiskey, continue reading my book and pretend i'm listening to my brother daydream about the last band we saw. after spending two hours in a bar with my brother, watching some bands i only knew from the pictures on his bedroom walls, since our mother doesn't allow tommy to go out without me, here i was. drinking and reading more and more, which was just a test to find out what managed to make me unconscious of tommy's voice first. i almost felt the alcohol start to work on me, but then, tommy again.

"— YN, IT'S NIKKI SIXX"

he "whispered" a little too loudly after throwing a sachet of ketchup at me to get my attention. i almost yelled at him for the red drop that stained my book page, but i thought the couple next to us staring like we were crazy was enough.

“— who?”

i said, visibly irritated. i didn't know who nikki sixx was and wanted to stay like that, but i also knew that the only way to stop that bastard was to let him remind me who that nikki was.

"— from the band we just saw.”

when he turned back, i followed his gaze to the familiar black-haired man we'd saw earlier. when he looks at me again it feels like he's in the same room as god. i laugh at his reaction and take another sip of my drink, not believing his excitement at seeing that guy.

“— should i go talk to him?” — he asks me, extremely nervous. before i can tell him to go, he has another idea. “— yn, we should talk to him!” — i know there's no helping it when he starts pulling me across the diner to the bassist with his bloody nose.

“— nah, nah, nah, tommy! don't do this! i don't want- you fucking brat!-” — are the only things i can mutter as i try to protest. it doesn't work out, since we got to the guy pretty quickly anyway.

nikki doesn't notice us, then tommy starts (in the worst way possible).

“— yo, that was badass, dude.”

i felt shame burn in my bones when he looked up, confusion in his eyes, like he was trying to remember us somewhere in his life. he looked at tommy first, his long messed up hair and the ridiculous leopard leggins he stole from athena earlier. then, he looks at me. i was wearing a tommy jacket that was twice my size, my makeup still hadn't completely melted and i was starting to get drunk. nikki had a long hair and deep green eyes that stayed in mine longer than I expected.

“—...the show, not the nose — he almost stuttered as he realized how strange what he said was. “— but.. the nose is pretty badass too.”

i look down as i cover my face with one of my hands, definitely cursing tommy for keep trying to fix what he said. i say something in a low tone, so only me and the two men can hear. “— shut up, thomas”

“— the singer is an asshole.” - is all he says before he stops staring at me. he seems upset and unwilling to start a conversation, what makes me wonder why we're still here. before awkwardness becomes present between us, tommy smiles at him.

“— i know! we saw the whole thing. but, hey, fuck him, though. he deserved it!”

the words didn't seem to comfort him much, who just ignored it and continued reading the newspaper in front of him. then, in a desperate attempt to get any attention from him, my brother spouts the dumbest line i've ever heard him say.

"— i got your poster on my bedroom wall.” again, he realizes reality automatically and the regret is visible in the way he avoids eye contact with the bassist. there is an eerie silence after he says this. a silence i break before he adds another idiocy.

“— i can't believe you just said that. - i felt tommy stare at me like he was screaming "you are not helping". i look at him, then at nikki. “— sorry, man. i'm yn, this is my brother, tommy. he still hasn't learned much about socialization.”

and he smiled, an act so quick i almost missed the way he looked at me before the waitress stopped beside us again. “— anything else i can get you, kids?” — before she could finish her sentence, tommy had already sat down in the chair across from nikki, and i just followed him.

nikki turned for her. “— could you get me a jack and coke?”

she nodded and wrote down what he asked. “— and for you?” — she asked tommy, who wasn't really hungry, but asked for something to continue the conversation.

“blueberry pancakes, please.”

then she looked at me, waiting for me to say something. “— a shot of strawberry liqueur” — her first reaction was to try to hide her laughter, the second was to ask for my id. in fact, i understood why. i really wasn't old enough to legally consume alcohol, and being between two guys who were noticeably older than me just made me look younger. i showed her my (clearly fake) id. obviously, she didn't believe i was 28, as it said there. no sane person would believe that, but she just walked away and said nothing.

“— my new band is gonna be something nobody’s ever fucking seen before.” — nikki tells us. he has such a dreamy bright ligh in his eyes, that for one moment, makes me think he could light up the whole city very easily. tommy also seemed enlightened at the idea of being able to be part of this future band.

nikki reads something in his paper and then circle with a red pen. I don't pay attention to what's written, but my brother is quick to pull one of his drumsticks from his belt and point to the circled text. “— that dude looks pretty cool.” — he says.

nikki smiles, looking a little frustrated. “— do you carry this with you everywhere?” — he points to the drumstick twirling between tommy's fingers.

“— yeah, he thinks he'll get the girls with this” — i say after looking at Tommy and seeing how he didn't know the best answer to that question.

“— where’d you learn to do that?” — nikki asks.

tommy's stick almost hits the floor when he notices the bassist's sudden interest. “— school marching band” — he answers. “— hey, but he rock’s too” — i add, trying to help him get along with nikki

the waitress arrives with our orders. nikki took the cap off the bottle and took the whole bottle. it wasn't actually a big bottle, but still tommy was impressed with what he made.

nikki smiled again, with a different aura.

“— are you from the city?”

“— yes, we are always around”

...

“— good to know.”

i watched tommy argue with a officer across the street, since our car had been fined. with every scream i heard from them, it was like hearing my parents' future screams at me. i took the cigarette that was tucked behind my ear and put it to my lips, hoping to find a lighter between my bag’s mess. i didn't find it. i dropped the bag from my hands, thinking that there was no way this shit could get any worse. we left the diner as soon as we finished our conversation with nikki. i had been standing here for over 10 minutes and i felt like i would soon be the next one to explode.

“— hey, yn, right?” — i heard someone say right after putting a hand on my shoulder. i turned around, and there was the bassist again. he analyzed my brother's situation for a few seconds before looking at me again. “— are you ok?”

i took the cigarette from my lips and forced a smile “— yeah, just… he still hasn’t got his driver’s license either”

“— you can say that.” — and despite how i was at that moment, i laughed. it was a good feeling. almost as i could forget what was really going on across the street. “— well, can i get your number? he's in, but we need to talk about the band.”

“— can you get me a lighter?” — i was going to pass the number for him anyway, i saw how excited tommy was about it.

nikki took a lighter out of her pocket and lit it, placing it closer to me. i held the cigarette between my lips again and leaned in, until the smell of nicotine invades my nostrils.

"- thaanks” — i said as i picked up my bag from the floor and started looking for something again. i took out a slightly crumpled cigarette and handed it to him, seeing the confusion on his face again. “— turn it.” — he obeyed, the same way i obeyed my mother a few months ago when she told me to write down our new number, so i wouldn't forget. i wrote it on a cigarette because it was the first thing i saw in front of me.

he stuffs the cigarette in his jacket pocket, along with the lighter, then turns to me again. “— i will need your brother to come to my house tomorrow. you can come too.”

“—ownt, thank you for the permission, sir.” — i laugh as i drag the cigarette again, and then crossed the street.

[ ★ ]

“ look at you kids, you know you're the coolest

the world is yours and you can't refuse it

seen so much, you could get the blues

but that don't mean that you should abuse it. ”

— love, lana del rey.

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