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luvyeni · 6 months

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❛NO NUT NOVEMBER❜ ( s. jake )

p. sim jaeyun x fem!reader w. 2.5k+

— 𖦹 warnings. unprotected sex, name calling, dry humping, name calling

— 𖦹 ( making jakes life a living after he challenges himself with his friends in no nut november ) !

OCTOBER 31, 2023 — THE NIGHT BEFORE !

“What would do if you had to give up sex for a month?” Heeseung asked, “Could you do it?” Jay scoffed at the question. “You’re asking Jake of all people.” Jake smirked shamelessly — “Me? I could definitely do it, but my girl? No she would kill me if I didn’t give her what she wants.”

And he wasn’t wrong, you and jake were known as the couple who was still in their honeymoon phase — couldn’t keep your hands off each other. “Don’t blame just yn, you both are two nymphomaniac, neither of you could do it.” Sunghoon said. “You wanna bet?”

“You guys want to make this a competition?” Heeseung said. “Who ever wins, the losers have to all pitch in and buys the winner the newest game system.” Jake eyes widened, he couldn’t past this up — but you were gonna kill him, you weren’t gonna be happy. “Fine I can’t wait to get a new game.” Heeseung said, jake scoffed. “Please you’re gonna be jerking off by 1 o’clock.” He stood up.

“Where are you going jake?” Jay said, he checked the time, 8 o’clock. “Where do you think I still have 4 hours, i’m going home to fuck my girl then beg for her not to kill me.”

“Fuck!” You screamed as jake slammed into your sopping cunt, your ankle digging into his back. “Jake i’m cumming!” You moaned, “I’m cumming!” He grunted, fucking into you, soon his warm load was spilling into your cunt. “Fuck baby you feel so good.” He sighed, slipping out of you. “Fuck baby I love your pussy so much.”

He got up to get a rag to clean you off — leaving you to ponder, this sex felt different, like it felt like the sex you’d have have when he was sorry for something. You watched him clean you up, helping you into a pair of his underwear along with his shirt. “What did you do?” Sat up.

He laid down next to you, his hand resting on your thigh. “Well you what No Nut November is right?” Of course you weren’t stupid, you just didn’t think your boyfriend was stupid enough to do something like that — but the look on his face made you think other wise.

“Jake no.” You whined, “i’m sorry baby.” He said. “Why would you even agree to do something like that?” You tried to make sense of it. “A new game system.” He said, you stared blankly at him. “I’ll go buy you the game system now, go get my computer.” You said, he laughed. “No baby, you know I can’t allow you to do that, only I spend money in this relationship.”

“It’s just a month, I swear — besides I can still make you cum in other ways.” All though you love his fingers and his plumps lips — his cock just hit different. “Whenever you need me just need to sit that pretty ass on my face and I can give you what you want.” He smirked. “Or I can use my fingers if you like.” His hands traveled up your legs.

“Let’s go again.” He said, his cock hardening all over again. “No, i’m sleepy.” He whined, knowing you were just punishing him. “Baby please, it’s still 20 minutes left.” He said, but it fell on death ears. “Go jerk off.” You heard him huff, before you heard shuffling and him getting off the bed. “Have fun.” You smirked, you were gonna make him wish he never even thought about this stupid ass challenge.

NOVEMBER — WEEK ONE !

It had been about a week since jake basically put you on a no sex band — you both had been pretty busy with your own separate lives that week, so you were too tired to even think about sex at the end of the day.

But today you both had a day off — and you were definitely feeling needy. “Hi baby.” You walked into the living-room where jake was watching tv. He smiled as you climbed into his lap, his hands resting on your lower back. “Hey princess you okay.”

You nodded, running your hands through his hair. “Just a little bored.” You said, he completely missed what you were implying. “Yeah?” He sighed as you played with his soft locks. “You want to go out and do something?” You shook your head, he closed his eyes, you smirked at how easy your boyfriend was — you don’t even know why he chose to do this.

You began to place little kisses on his jaw, down to his neck. “Baby.” He warned, his breath shaky. “Baby, let’s calm down.” But of course you didn’t listen, jake felt his cock twitching in his jeans, he couldn’t go out like this, he had something to prove, but jesus you weren’t making it easy.

“Jakey i’m just getting myself off, you said I could use you if I needed.” You smirked, grinding down on his boner. “Y-yeah baby, but -fuck- just let me eat you then.” He groaned, but you didn’t answer, too busy trying to get yourself off.

He groaned as you rocked back and forth, your moans wrapping around his brain. “Jake!” You squealed. “Jakey i’m gonna cum.” He was fighting demons right now — trying his best not to lift you up and fuck you stupid on the couch. “Fuck i’m cumming!” You yelled, legs shaking as you came.

“Baby.” He whined, his cock was hard as a fucking rock — he was scared to even think a dirty thought cause he wasn’t sure that we wasn’t going to cum untouched. “You cannot do that, i’m not gonna make it if you’re like this.” He said. You smiled, sitting up kissing his cheek. “Just cause you did this to yourself doesn’t mean I should suffer should I?” you got off the couch.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his cock still hard. “Gonna shower, i’m all sticky and sweaty.” He groaned, throwing his head back against the couch.

You were not gonna make this easy for him at all.

NOVEMBER — WEEK TWO !

“Please.” You begged, but jake wasn’t letting up. “It’s just a shower.” You pouted, he couldn’t say no to that — but he knew you weren’t gonna just shower with him in peace. “baby I know where you’re going with this.”

“Please, just a shower, I swear.” He look into your puppy like eyes, he sighed — how was he so desperately wrapped around your fingers. “Fine, just a shower.” You nodded, grabbing his hand guiding you to your shared bedroom.

You undressed yourself — jakes eyes traveled across your body, your perky boobs on display, your plump ass on display as you turned on the water. “Come on.” He waited for you to step in before he followed, standing behind you. “Jesus princess this water is hot as hell.”

You smiled, turning around facing him, reaching up wrapping your arms around his shoulders, the water running down your body, in between your boobs — you weren’t even doing anything but his cock was already hardening, twitching against your stomach. “Shit baby, I don’t think I can be in here long, your pretty body is too distracting.”

“Why wont you just quit them?” Your hand traced up and down his abs — light grazing his cock, but it was enough to have him hissing. “it’s just a stupid game system.” You said, he groaned — he knew you’d be like this, but he fell right into your trap anyway. “It’s not just the game, it’s to prove I have self control.”

“You don’t and that’s why I love you.” You kissed his chest, he sighed. “Im so horny jakey.” You whined, he closed his eyes trying to calm down. “You want me to finger you princess?” He hoped that would calm you down, but you just whined, shaking your head. “Your fingers aren’t enough anymore, I need your cock.”

You grabbed the base of his cock. “B-baby.” He stuttered. “I need you inside me.” You prayed he’d let up and fuck you — you almost had him. “Please.”

Fuck he couldn’t, he had something to prove. “Baby im sorry.” He said, you pouted. “Just a little longer I swear.” You released his cock and he let out a groan. “You’re so mean.” You pouted, he smiled. “Don’t smile at me.” You said, folding your arms.

“You almost had me baby.” He kissed your forehead. “Now im gonna get out and let you finish your shower.” He said, stepping out wrapping his towel around his waist. “What about me, im still horny.”

“you said it yourself princess, my fingers aren’t enough anymore.” He teased, leaving the bathroom. You cursed, he won this time.

But you weren’t gonna let him win that easily…

NOVEMBER — FINAL WEEK !

“Fuck.” He groaned, looking at the numerous of photos and videos you decided to grace him with — he had to stay at his dorm this week, but that didn’t stop you from torturing him via messages. His cock was desperately trying to free itself from his jeans as he looked at a video that you sent of you rutting against his pillow.

“Fuck shes trying to kill me.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “The hell is wrong with you?” Jay said. “You’ve been groaning for the past hour, someone might think we’re in here doing something.” Jake couldn’t even laugh he was that turned on.

“It’s yn, she has not been easy on me these past couple weeks.” He said, jay laughed watching his friend stress out. “Yeah, haha make fun of me, how the hell are you not going through what i’m going through?” He and jay were the last ones standing with heeseung out the second week — claiming he’d just buy the game himself, and sunghoon who found himself giving up the night of jakes birthday party, with one of your friends.

“Because i’m not a sex crazed person and I can control myself.” Jay said, jake groaned once again. “I didn’t expect her to be like this.” He said looking at the the newest photo of you, your fingers stuffed in your soaking cunt. “Are you seriously looking at nudes of your girlfriend right now while i’m talking to you?” Jay said, face full of disgust, standing up. “Jesus at least wait until I leave the room.” He said.

“i’m not giving up that easy!” He yelled, grabbing a towel, cold showers were like his best friend as of lately.

He couldn’t wait until this dumb challenge was over.

NOVEMBER 30, 2023 11:57 !

‘Fuck you, you just had to go and win.’ ‘you actually beat me, you fucking asshole.’ ‘what games do you want?’

He smiled victoriously at the text messages from his friends. He checked the time, and he was just on time — he got up, going into your shared bedroom, you were so unaware, watching the tv not paying attention to the time, like he had for the entire day.

“I won.” He said, finally gaining your attention. “Huh?” You turned to him confused. “What are you talking about?” You were laughing, but the way you had teased jake almost every day this month, you soon weren’t about to be. “I won the game, jay lasted until a few minutes ago.”

You checked the time, your heart sank — it was now midnight, December 1 — you were starting to regret doin everything you did during the month. “Jake.”

Before you could say anything else his lips were crashing into yours. He messily kissed you, trying to get his shirt over his head. Once he did that, he pulled away his lips swollen and red, both of you breathless. “I was gonna be nice princess, but you haven’t been nice to me at all this months.” He rid himself of pants, climbing on the bed. “Jake I was needy and you were ignoring me.” You pouted, trying to find a way out of it.

“Yeah, so that means act like a slut?” He slapped your thigh, pushing them open. “So desperate to get off you even humped my pillow like a bitch in heat.” You moaned out, you missed this. “Couldn’t get wait, just had to cum.” He cupped your heat. “Your pussy is soaking through your panties.”

He practically ripped your panties off. “Even through all the teasing I was gonna treat my baby like this princess she use to be, but then earlier you decided to hump my thigh like a needy whore.” He manhandled you on to your stomach, lifting your hips up, putting a pillow down for comfort. “so now i’m gonna fuck you like a needy whore.”

This is all you wanted — for the entire month this is all you wanted, was for him to fuck you stupid. “Pl-please jakey.” You moaned, he slapped your ass. “Shut the fuck up.” He pumped his cock, groaning as he pressed his tip at your entrance. “Shut up and take my fucking cock.”

He slammed into you without easing in, you let out a scream of pleasure as his cock stretched out your cunt. “Fuck your pussy is so tight.” He had to calm himself down, he was so pent up he felt like he was gonna cum if he moved. “Missed it so much.”

You wiggled your hips impatiently. “J-jake please.” You whined, he slapped your ass. “Fuck.” He pulled out, slamming back in. “So fucking impatient.” He moved his hips. “Couldn’t even wait a second.” He grunted, gripping your hips as he roughly fucked into you. “Jake.”

He let out all his pent up frustrations on your poor cunt, pushing your back down into a a deeper arch — his cock hitting a new spot, you were gripping the pillows as he plowed into you. “That’s it, take my cock slut.” He grunted.

You felt yourself about to cum, your cunt tightening around his cock. “No baby, you don’t get to cum right now, fucking hold it.” He growled, you whined. “J-jake please.” You begged, tears welding in your eyes. “I said fucking hold it slut.”

He kept going, you could no longer hold it. “Jake!” You screamed, tear streaming down your eyes. “Cum, go a ahead and cum slut.” He slapped your ass once more, you screamed cumming around his cock. “That’s it cream my cock -fuck- i’m about about to cum inside your pussy.” He grunted, thrusting a few times. “Fuck!” He came with a moan, filling your cunt up with his cum.

He gave you a few second to compose yourself, before handling you back on your back. “I’m not done baby.” He grabbed the base of his cock, positioning it at your hole that was leaking with his cum, pushing himself back into your hole. “Jake, fuck!” You screamed.

“Gonna fuck you as many times as you teased me, gonna leave your pussy sore.”

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mh073099 · 9 months

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Just a blurb/ thought bc I don’t have the ability to right a full fic of this aesthetic that I need and desperately crave.

Captain John price who is secretly tatted the fuck up.

Captain John price who has piercings and hangs out in tattoo shops when he’s home from deployments, Simon and him have the same artist.

Captain John price whos married to the artist he met when he got his first tattoo at 20.

The Prices are one bad ass couple bro, they look fucking good. John wears Combat boots, jeans and plain black or white t shirts and beanies. Simple and effective. Tatted the fuck up. The beanie like god damn daddy.

Captain John price whos home is a dark eclectic style, comfortable in leather and dark tones that are comfy and cozy with the candles and cigar smoke lingering in the air.

Tattoo Artist!reader who wasn’t necessarily into John when they first met, but hey that’s a paying client. But then he kept coming back, to get more tats of course because John also finds the artists shop to be relaxing and comfortable and they let him smoke during their sessions, and the artist is really nice on the eyes and oh the softness of their touch contrasting the precise pressure of the gun- oh maybe there’s going to be a problem.

Tattoo Artist!reader who notices as time pass, john gets harder, war will do that to ya. His gruffer, voice deepening and the lines around his eyes starting to show. He grows a beard. His eyes still shine with a stubbornness that looks like it could intimidate death itself. But they go so soft when your eyes meet across the counter as he walks in. Oh that charming ass smile is growing on you. Don’t fool yourself, that smile had you from the get go, we’re just all in denial.

And that’s how you find yourself here. Tattoo gun buzzing in your hand, wearing nothing but John’s oversized t shirt, and sprawled across his large thick thighs. Concentration at 100% while you ink up your lover.

John’s leaning his head back, cigar in one hand, your waist in the other giving (not so) gentle squeezes, kneading the love handles on your hips. Smoke travels past his lips as he stares down at you through his lashes. He’s shirtless, ink going all the way down and disappearing under the waist band of his gray sweatpants. They hide legs that are tatted to hell.

It’s a chest piece for the 141 that constantly grows. His way of holding his found family close to his heart. They’re apart of him. So you’re not going to mess this up…but oh, oh it is hard when he’s looking at you through half lidded eyes that emulate the dirtiest sin, and you feel him harden under you. You’re grinding subtly in his lap.

The buzzing stops as you wipe away ink and you feel his hand at your chin, tilting up.

Lips come down on yours before you know it.

The kiss is breathless, feels like an attack in a way. All teeth, bites and nips. His hand moves to behind your head, pulling you in more. It doesn’t last long enough, and next thing you know you’re both pulling away for air.

“What was that for?” You question

“Like you don’t know what you do to me.” A gruff reply leaves his lips, a rumble in his chest.

SIR NO ITS WHAT YOU DO TO US

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carolmunson · 11 months

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come get me, come love me (older!modern!eddie)

part four of who knows how many. orange colored sky set list surprise chapter, bitches. after we got rained out at the park, we finish our date at eddie's apartment in prospect heights, things heat up despite the storm. inspired by @loveshotzz older steve series: all i really want is you (see if you can spot the easter egg in this lil chapter.) tw: age gappy (reader is late 20s/early 30s, eddie is late 30s/early 40s), kissin', reader wears eddie's clothes but there's no body description songspiration: lovesick | banks

The door to the building is wedged between a restaurant and a pet store on a long street of bars and places to eat. You’ve been down here plenty of times, the ramen spot closer to the end of the street is to die for, and one of the ice cream shops is the best in this part of the city. He unhooks the carabiner from his belt loop and hurries the key into the heavy iron grate door before bumbling into the wooden one behind it.

“Whew!” he says when you both get inside, wiping some of the rain from his face. He leads you up the stairs to the second floor and down the small hallways. “Both doors are mine, but this is the front door,” he smiles, kicking his shoes off at the mat off to the side. You do the same. “Sorry if it’s a little messy,” he says, keys jingling in his hands while he opens the door, “Maid took the week off.”

You snort when you follow him inside but he looks at you over his shoulder, “No, seriously. It was her son’s birthday on Sunday so I told her not to come in. I try to keep it together for the most part, but – I don’t know, Sasha gives it a special somethin’ I’ve never been able to do on my own.”

It’s a little stunning, his apartment. And when you think a little you mean a lot, a floor and a half with a metal spiral staircase that separates the open concept kitchen from the living room, dining room hybrid on the wall closest to the door. Oak floors that look newly shined, a big and deep sectional closing off the space so a dining room table and chairs could be placed on the other half of the room. Even the exposed brick on the back wall looks like it was just put in. His hand rests on your back while he guides you up to the next floor, the metal cold on your bare feet, shivering against the coolness of the central air whooshing through the place.

“If you want I can give you something comfy to wear and throw your stuff in the laundry,” he says when you make it to the top, opening the door, “Bathroom is just around the corner.”

“You have in-unit laundry?” you ask with a breathy sigh.

“I know, I’m so dreamy,” he winks, “You gonna take me up on my offer? There’s towels in there already.”

“Sure,” you take off the linen shirt and pass it to him, “I’ll be right out.”

The bathroom is small-ish but well put together, it looks like he had it gutted and redone to be more modern, navy blue marbled tiles in the shower with gunmetal hardware – he has an eye, you figure. You open one of the cabinets to see dark blue towels folded and fluffy, waiting for you. The image that meets you in the mirror makes you frown when you wipe your face off – a wet rat with mascara running down her cheeks, blush and lipgloss long faded. You sigh and do your best to wash off your face with what you can, peeling off your wet layers and keeping them on the counter.

“Wanna swap?” he asks while knocking on the door. You ball up your wet clothes, holding the towel up against your chest while you open the door a sliver, easing them out into his waiting hand. You can’t see him but you hear his little snicker while he pushes the dry clothes into your open palm. “You got it?” he asks. “I got it,” you say, balancing them into the room and shutting the door quietly. “Let me know if you want something different,” he offers. You shake out the folded clothes, big black sweatpants and an old, soft band tee. Corroded Coffin spelled out in jagged letters on the front with a marionette dangling from a demonic clawed hand on the back. “This is fine,” you say, slipping them on, “What band is this?” “It’s mine,” he says. You can hear his footsteps walking away from the bathroom while he talks, “Told you I was a rockstar!”

When you’re fully changed into his sweats and shirt you emerge from the bathroom, padding out of the tiles in socked feet. You can hear him downstairs putting the leftover snacks into the fridge and freezer from the cooler. Like the sleuth you are, you take in what you can to learn more about him, inching down the short hallway and peeking into one of the rooms. His bedroom looks like a bachelor’s – not in the way a guy in their twenties would have it, but it’s clear he wants to semi impress whoever he’s taking home. You admire the coziness of the space: wrought iron bed frame – likely a vintage thrift find or thousands of dollars. Dark bedding with knit blankets at the foot of the mattress, a dark green rug under the bed atop the oak floors. His walls are littered with framed photos of him with people you don’t know. Show posters under glass from the 90s, some vintage posters from the 70s. It smells like cedar and a nice hotel lobby candle, manly and unassuming. His dressers are a deep walnut wood that compliment the floors with ease – he did say he had an eye for color. Your eyes wander, looking towards the doors of a walk in closet, more art on the walls. A beautiful baroque style mirror that looks straight out of a gothic mansion leaning heavy in the corner. However, you feel heat rush to your cheeks when, slightly hidden, you see two sets of handcuffs dangling off a small hook by one of his bedside tables.

“Find anything interesting, Nancy Drew?”

His low rumble makes you jump, turning to see him leaning against the wall of the hallway with his arms crossed. You breathe out a nervous giggle, “Sorry, was just seeing the place. Your room is nice.”

“Thank you,” he nods, “I just got it redecorated — got a friend who's a killer interior designer.”

“I bet you got a friend for everything,” you say, meeting him in the hallway where he opens the door to the next room. It's dark, covered in squares of soundproofing foam. A few different guitars hang from the wall above a big desk with three monitors, computer below whirring in a low hum.

“I do,” he says, “We exchange a lot of favors. This is where I work from for the most part. Laundry is just a closet next to the bathroom. And uh…you saw downstairs, so I guess that’s the tour.” “It’s a really, really nice spot,” you confess, heading back down the spiral staircase, “Super good location, too.” “It wasn’t when I landed here in ‘04,” he leans on the railing at the top step looking down at you, “But you were prob’ly learnin’ fractions back then.” “You’re annoying,” you cross your arms at the bottom stairs staring up at his boyish grin, he winks again – your legs are jello. “I’m gonna change real quick, I made you a cup of coffee – there’s creamer in the fridge if you need it,” he calls out before disappearing from the staircase to change. You go to the fridge where there’s a litter of polaroids stuck to the stainless steel – most of them of a German Shepherd puppy posed with him and another guy, clean cut, nothing like Eddie.

“Whose the cute dog?” you ask when you hear his footsteps against the metal.

“Oh that’s my nephew, his name’s Bandit,” he says, pulling a shirt over his head while he makes it back down the spiral staircase. Your eyes linger on the tattoos on his chest, trailing down his obliques, “The dog, not the guy in the pictures.” “I figured.” “That’s my buddy Steve, he’s like my brother. I was out in Chicago for a couple months helping him get his shit back on track – we got him a puppy to keep his mind off things,” Eddie snorts, watching you pour some cream into your mug. You offer to do so for him but he shakes his head, taking it from you to put back in the fridge. “Is he okay?”

“His wife just passed away,” he says quietly. You offer him a sad face and he shrugs in that ‘What can you do?’ kind of way that guys do when they don’t know what to say, “You clothes should be all set in an hour or so.” “Oh, and then you’re kickin’ me out?” you tease, drinking your coffee up against the counter. He smirks, running his palm over the scratchy scruff of his chin and jaw. “Nah, not at all. You can stay as long as you want,” he shakes his head, his curls already starting to dry around his face – big and defined now with the summer rain, “Just didn’t think you’d wanna hang out at some old man’s house all afternoon.” “See, I was thinking how fun it would be to clear you out of your Raisin Bran,” you smirk against the lip of your mug while he makes his way towards you. He crosses his arms, taking slow steps before he’s got you caged in against the counter. If your nose knows, he definitely spritzed a spray of his cologne before he made it back down stairs – dark, spicy sandalwood enveloping you with a whisper of laundry detergent.

“I’m almost out, actually,” he grins, lids half closing while he looks down into your eyes, “But it’s okay, I have an unopened box of Kashi multigrain in one of these cabinets somewhere.” He waits for your next dig, knowing it’s coming by the quirk in your lips – you’re full of them today. “Gotta keep that blood pressure in check,” you tease again, trying to keep yourself from smiling as he leans in, a deep short chuckle coming from his throat. You little brat, it sounds like. “It’s really good for your heart health, actually,” he corrects, brows raising a little. A smirk flits across his full lips when he watches you falter a little, your pretty eyes glazing and glassy while he looms over you. His voice gets low and smoky, just like his cologne, “Maybe you could learn a thing or two from me, hm?”

You shut your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek – you can’t show him how good he’s getting you right now, not so soon, “Oh totally, like what the best pill cases are for my future arthritis medicine.” He laughs, the soft crows feet around his eyes crinkling with it. It’s a barking laugh, quick and sharp – you’re sharp, he likes that, “I can definitely do that.” His nose brushes yours and you brace yourself for what’s coming next, ready to feel him kiss you. To feel the buzz of his hands on you like how they were when he led you inside, when he put his hand on your hands in the park. His lips ghost above yours, breath fanning over your face while you take a final one before the inevitable. “You’ve got a quick mouth there, kleine,” he says smoothly. He reaches around you to grab his own mug of coffee, taking a long sip. Eddie catches the miniscule drop of your shoulders, a silent win goes off in his head. You want him to kiss you so bad and that makes him feel like a million bucks – fuck that – a trillion bucks.

He steps back, taking a sip of his coffee while the apartment gets a little darker, the storm rolling further in. “What’s ‘kleine’?” you ask, trying to regain your breath. He smiles, walking over to the dimmer on the wall and easing the lights up to a warm glow. “It’s German,” he says, looking over his shoulder, “Loosely translates to baby girl.” “You know German?” you ask, trying to not let the translation send you directly into outer space. You watch him with his coffee cup make his way over to the sectional in his open living space. It’s big and inviting, covered in a sea of throws that it looks like he collected over the years. He plops down, tilting his head toward the seat next to him to encourage you over. “I did an extended run of Cabaret in Jersey like – pffft, I don’t know, a million years ago,” he shrugs, putting his coffee on the table in front of him while you plop yourself down on the deep, squishy cushions. You swallow hard when a waft of his cologne hits you again, trying your hardest not to crawl onto his lap to take him in.

“Saw the show in ‘98 with Alan Cumming, lost my mind – I mean, really transformative for an 18 year old I guess. Years later when I moved out here I saw there was auditions for it and just got knee deep in that shit, taught myself German and everything to make it sound more authentic,” he looks forward wistfully while he recounts the story, smiling at you when he comes back to himself, “Was very helpful when I went to Berlin a few years later.”

“Oh, how was that?” you ask, “Did you have fun? I’ve never been to Europe.”

“I’d tell you about all the fun I had if I could remember it,” he grins,flopping his arm up over the back of the couch, beckoning you closer. “C’mere, honey,” he says, the quiet of his voice putting you at ease. You scooch closer to him while he pulls one of the blankets from the end of the chaise cushion and wraps it around your shoulders. With the blanket comes his arm with no hesitation, his hand resting on your shoulder and then down to your waist. “I like to marathon the Twilight Zone when it gets shitty out like this,” he explains, “You down?”

“Yeah,” you smile, “I’m down. I’ve seen a couple handfuls of episodes.”

“Yeah? What’s your favorite?” “Hm,” you think, “I think The Monsters are Due on Maple Street. It’s the first one I ever watched.” “We’ll start with that one, then.” He operates everything from an app on his phone, it surprises you that you’re not as techy as he seems to be. It’s not long before the episode starts and his hold on you becomes more intentional, more cuddly. Thunder booms overhead when the episode gets more intense, making you embarrassed when you jolt. He giggles at you, pulling you in closer – a soft whisper of I got you leaves his lips, you barely hear it. You snuggle up together while the episode ends and another starts, you tilt your head up toward him, “What’s your favorite?”

“Ooh, good question,” he smirks, “I think The Hitchhiker – it was the first one my uncle ever showed me when I started living with him. Scared the shit out of me.”

“You? Scared?” you quirk a brow, looking down at the way he holds you – assured, confident, “You don’t seem like someone who gets scared very often.”

“That’s the old age, peach,” he chuckles out, low and rumbly, “All that Raisin Bran, really switches up that fight or flight.” When you laugh he looks down at you, eyes sparkling, noses close together, “Is that funny?” “Yeah, it’s funny,” you say back just as quietly, adjusting yourself a little closer to him, “You’re funny.” His eyes flick down to your lips and then back up, you feel his hand spread out on your waist while he leans in closer, pressing up against you.

“Just funny?” he asks, watching your eyes flutter closed and then open. His lips ghosting over yours, edge of his bottom lip skating over the curve of your cupid’s bow.

“No, not just…” you breathe, too intoxicated by how close he is, how his lips and breath tease you. His hand glides up from your waist, trailing a fingertip up the side of your neck, stopping under your chin. You shiver at the touch, goosebumps flooding your arms and legs, belly flipping in somersaults. He tilts your head up, his cocking slowly to the side while his watches for your reaction.

“The show’s about to come back on.” The words are soft and quiet when they leave your mouth, your last ditch effort while fear and excitement roar in your ears. His eyes feel like magnets that you’re constantly pulled too, locking with them while he leans in.

“It’s a boring episode,” he grumbles out quietly from behind a smirk, eyes closing while the tip of your nose is brushed with his. He teases one last time before his lips press warmly against yours, parting slightly to capture them. You breathe in sharp through your nose, butterflies fluttering and slamming against your chest for release. His hands come up to lay themselves against your cheeks, now hot with excitement while they find home behind your head and neck. He’s fiending for you in the insatiable way he’s felt before, the way a man fiends for a woman.

His leads, taking control of the way the kiss moves with each tilt of his head, changing the intensity each time he breaks away to breathe and come back to you. His lips are full and plush, a soft pink that works for him, it’s almost innocent, when you know he’s anything but. He comes in again, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently to encourage you to let his tongue slide into your mouth.

His hands greedily pull you in by the waist now that your tongues are brushing, wrapping up together with no space between. You whimper into it, unable to keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay with his other hand roams down your back. You feel his lips stretch into a smile against yours, a growl of a chuckle coming out of his chest when he pulls away again. More kisses, soft and sweet with eyes closed, noses nuzzling before lips meet again. You climb onto his lap, he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you – tight and protective. You lead this time, a hand coming up to cup his jaw while you kiss, taking his bottom lip between your teeth this time. He relents, grip softening on you, fingertips grazing the tops of your thighs over the material of his sweatpants. Your hips roll forward over his and he pulls away.

“Steady now, sugar,” he warns, looking up at you with heavy lidded brown eyes, “I don’t fuck on the first date.” You pout a little, he likes that face, “You got some kind of moral code, old man?” “M’just not that kind of girl, baby,” he shrugs lightly, taking your hand and pressing soft kisses to your fingertips. His eyes don’t leave yours, big and innocent – like he’s challenging you, “Gotta keep you wantin’ more of me.” You can’t imagine not wanting more of him, no matter how much he gave you. “Then how come you kiss me like that?” you ask, his lips still leaving pillowy kisses against your fingers, “Like you’re hungry for me?”

“Oh, I am hungry, peach,” he smirks, tongue sliding out and gliding up the space between your first and middle finger. The tip of his tongue flicks the pads of them at the top, before taking just your fingertips into his mouth for a moment – hot and wet. Your mouth hangs open, drool collecting under your tongue at the feeling – imagining it happening exactly where you both want it to. “I think we should cut into that icebox cake,” he offers with a smile, like he didn’t just tease you into complete stupidity, “That’ll solve my problem.” He kisses your cheek as he guides you off his lap to get up, feeling lucky that he put on boxer briefs to keep his now painful erection contained – though his sweatpants left little to the imagination. Eddie comes back with two plates with heaping slices of dessert, passing you a spoon while you try your best to calm down.

“You okay?” he asks sweetly, brushing a stray hair out of your face. You nod, shoving a bite into your mouth so you don’t scream over his gentle touch and soft eyes. So you don’t yell and stomp through his living room about how bad you want him to bring you upstairs and eat you out. So you don’t tell him about the butterflies. You eat, watch, and talk – getting stories on his tattoos, you tell him about how you just started living alone, he tells you all the best spots to get furniture. You share soft little kisses while cuddled under blankets, laughing at the bad special effects and talking about the good special effects for the 60s as the episodes continue on. You fall asleep on his shoulder and he lets out a big deep breath – he likes that you already feel comfortable enough to do so. He swallows hard, doing his best to settle down his own butterflies.

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"Could you do a fic of the lost boys (David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko) with a little who wont/ can't settle. Crying whenever they're put down to sleep. What would they do?"

(As someone who loves the lost boys more than anything, Absolutely yes I can. They're like my biggest comfort characters, hope y'all like this! Forgive me if it's awkward, I haven't written a fic in a hot minute!)

It's Sunrise, Bedtime of Course!☀️

(CW: Descriptions of bugs and creepy crawlies, hurt/comfort I think?, minor angst.)

Arms reached around you while you were drawing on the floor, picking you up and peppering kisses over your face.

"Pauley I was drawing!" You said while giggling.

"Sorry sweets boss says it's bedtime.." The giggles stopped and you pouted at Paul.

"But can't we just stay up for a little bit? Please? I'm not even tired!" The puppy eyes you used were lethal, so to resist Paul put you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. When you saw David standing right behind him.

"Sorry baby cakes, suns coming up soon. Don't worry, we'll do something fun tomorrow night okay?" David took you from Paul and headed deeper into the cave to join your Daddies for bedtime.

You started to get fussy and fidgety, something didn't feel right.. all of the boys would be sleeping above you... But you'd be all alone, in this spooky cave with things that skitter, in the dark, by yourself. Youve only just recently moved in with them, still getting used to its charms. Feeling smaller and more afraid, you tried to leave David's arms and go back.

"Woah babycakes, bedtime! Why you being fussy?" he said with tiredness and sternness in his voice, holding onto you securely. You tried to speak, but the words just weren't there- so you did the next best thing. You started to cry, you were frustrated and a little scared, being alone even if they would be less than 20 feet above you.

Dwayne and Marko, who were setting up your nest and getting one of Marko's shirts for you to sleep in, dropped what they were doing and went over to you. All of the boys were now confused as to what was wrong, which was even more stressful!

The only work you felt like you knew how to say was "No!" So you just held onto David as tight as you could and repeatedly said "No" while crying. The boys were confused, you were okay a second ago! David tried to set you down but you just clung harder to him. David is a smart boy and so is Dwayne, once you did that they shared a knowing glance. Heading behind David, Dwayne put a cool hand on your face to get your attention,

"Would you feel better if we stayed baby?" Dwayne said caressing your cheek with his thumb. With wide eyes you looked at Dwayne and quickly nodded your head, gripping onto the back of David's jacket.

"Oh honey... Why didn't you just say so? You know your daddies will always sleep with you if you want us to!" Marko cooed to you joining Dwaynes side. They frowned when they saw their effort of cheering you up just made you curl into David's embrace more, to which he tightened his own grip, rubbing soft circles with his leather clad hand.

They walked over to the nest, the baby bat still hanging on to their covens leader. Refusing to let go until all of them, David included, promised they would stay with you tonight. To which they did, offering a pinkie promise that they couldn't break. Then the tears began to slow, letting yourself be put down as long as they stayed close by. Calming down knowing they would be right here, never having to go to sleep in an empty bed again.

You put your sleeve in your mouth when Paul approached with one of their band shirts and a black paci you had gotten online. He gently grabbed your hand and saw the doe eyed, spacey look in your eyes and knew you were absolutely babyspaced right now.

"How about you trade me sugar," which caught your interest, nodding your head and shaking your sleeve along with it, laughing Paul gently tugged your wrist saying, "How about you give me this so we can get you into Daddy's shirt, and you can use your paci? How's that sound?"

You slowly let your sleeve go so Daddy could give you the paci and help you into the shirt, which makes you whine and tear up again. Being changed is your least favorite part of bedtime... Before you could start crying Paul quickly put your shirt on and wiped your eyes attacking you with kisses and bringing you to the bed. Marko looks over and joins you, sandwiching you between him and Paul.

With Dwayne jumping onto the pile and settling on using you as his stuffed animal. David joined the outside of the pile, propping his head up as he watched his little family. He reached his hand over Marko and caressed your face as your eyes began to close.

"Don't worry, nobody's going anywhere. We'll be here when you wake up, okay? Sleep well little one." David said then he blew out the candle that illuminated the cave and each of them drifted to sleep with the pull of the sun, with you feeling safe in their arms knowing your Daddies weren't going anywhere. ☀️

#agere caregiver #little!reader #agere little #agere reader #monster x little! reader #little! reader #monster caregiver #sfw littlespace #vampire caregiver #the lost boys x little! reader

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 2 years

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A Part Of Him

Kinktober 2022 - Day 20

Pairing: Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Kink: Scent Kink

Words: 1.5k

Summary: You give Eddie a good luck gift before a gig and he gives you something as well.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (m! receiving), deep throating, slight cock worship, slight praise kink, no penetration, p sliding against v), drug and alcohol use, slight fluff

a/n: Here is Day 20! Only 11 days left! I’m sad it’s coming to an end but I’m proud of myself and everyone who has did Kinktober because it’s a lot of work but it’s (hopefully) worth it in the end!

Banner by @vase-of-lilies

You linked fingers with Eddie as you two walked through the Hideout towards the back where his band were getting ready. He pulled you into the green room and plopped onto one of the couches with you in his lap and his ringed hands rubbed your hips gently as the guys in the room laughed and talked while passing around a joint. The smoke filled the room in a wave and your head felt fuzzy as you took puffs of the joint but you knew you had to sober up because you were the boy’s designated driver. So, you told Gareth to pass you an iced coffee that you had ready in the cooler just in case you decided to drink with the boys but you could still sober up.

You smiled as you opened the top and you sank against Eddie’s chest and he kissed on your neck softly as you talked with the guys. Eddie was always the one to be fully involved with you, no matter where you two went. He was always nuzzled against you, with either you in his lap or the front of his jeans pressed against your ass. There were a few times where you had to scold him for practically humping your ass while you two were in public. So as an apology he would have you ride his face till he passed out, but as long as he made you feel good and maybe, just maybe, cream his pants.

You sighed as you leaned against his broad chest and his arms wrapped around your waist and held you close. You smiled and you turned around in his hold and you kissed his neck softly, making him groan softly. You giggled softly before you pulled away and got off his lap.

“I’m gonna go use the ladie’s room. I’ll be back.” You winked at Eddie before you slipped out of the room and walked towards the bathroom. Eddie’s eyes followed you as he shifted the crotch of his pants and he gripped the arm of the couch and Gareth rolled his eyes.

“Just go.” Gareth sighed and Eddie winked at him before he hopped up and rushed out of the room and to the women’s restroom. Eddie knocked on the door and he looked around before the door opened and you yanked him in.

He let out a laugh as you yanked him in and down to kiss his lips passionately. His hands cupped your face and he tucked your hair behind your ears with a smile as he pulled away. “You little minx.” He smirked and you shrugged before kissing his nose.

“You know me best and you also know that I have to give you your good luck gift.” You purred as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You leaned up to kiss him again and he kissed back with love and passion.

“Mm- let me help you.” He grunted as he picked you up so you didn’t have to crane your neck to kiss him.

You smiled at him as you cupped his face gently, “Such a sweet man, always thinking about others.” You whispered as you kissed his cheek before you kissed down his jaw nipping softly.

“Always for my sweet girl.” He smiled as he kissed your head as you moved back up to kiss him passionately. You tangled your hands in his hair as his ring clad hands moved up your skirt to cup your lace clad ass, making you gasp softly at his cool rings against your warm skin.

“Mm, let me take care of you.” You whispered before you untangled yourself from his arms and you dropped to your knees on the floor. Your hands went up to unbuckle his jeans as your mouth pressed gentle kisses to his belly when his shirt rode up. He groaned softly as you freed him from his confining jeans and he was rock hard in your palm. “Look at that. You got all hard just from kissing me?” You teased softly as you left light kisses to his balls as your palm stroked him teasingly.

“Fuckin’ Ozzy- of course I did. Have you seen you?” He asked with a grunt as you sucked on his sac softly while you teased his cherry red tip with your thumb.

“You’re such a perv.” You giggled as you moved up to his shaft and you kissed the length of him softly.

He chuckled as he ran a hand through his tousled hair, “Only for you.” He winked and he moaned as you wrapped your lips around his tip sucking gently. You smirked up at him before you went back to teasing his shaft and down to his balls. You nosed at his sac inhaling his scent with a quiet moan and a shiver down your back. He smirked as you smelled his musky scent and he ran a hand through your hair.

You moved back to lap at his tip as his slit steadily leaked precum and you moaned at his taste. “Mm, so sweet and musky.” You purred before you slowly took him down your throat, relaxing your gag reflex as you swallowed around him. He groaned as he gripped your hair and used your mouth like a flesh light and he bucked his hips further into your throat, making you take him all the way down. Your nose was buried in the little patch of hair above his cock and you breathed through your nose, making you moan at his scent that flooded your senses.

Something about his scent always made you soaking wet and so needy. You wished you could spend all day smelling him and cuddling him until you drowned in his arms. He loved that about you, that you always wanted him with you so you could hold onto him and smell him, also so that he could do the same to you. You always smelled like home to him and he always got hard when you were close, usually at the worst times but you were always there to help him when he needed it.

He groaned as your throat constricted around him before he started thrusting in and out of your willing and hot mouth. “F-fuckin’ hell, your l-little mouth is heaven.” He moaned as he threw his head back against the wall of the bathroom. “You’re g-giving me the best fucking gift.” He groaned as he tugged on your hair and he sped up his thrusts in and out of your mouth, the lewd wet sounds bouncing off the walls in the bathroom. “G-good fucking girl. You’re doing so g-good.”

You smirked up at him around his cock and your tongue caressed the underside of his cock and he pulled you off of his cock. He was quick to pull you up and he kissed you passionately as he hiked your skirt up. “Someone’s eager.” You teased and he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Shh, I have a good idea.” He smirked before he slid your panties down a bit so he could slip his cock inside of them and have his hard member rub against your soaked pussy. Your clit dragged along his cock as he moved his hips back and forth, making you moan and gasp.

“F-fuck, d-didn’t expect this.” You moaned softly as you rested your head against his shoulder as his cock rutted against your clit. He smirked as he kissed your lips passionately before moving faster, making you cry out his name softly. You nuzzled against his neck and inhaled his scent with a soft shiver and moan as you gripped his shoulders tight. “M’close.” You whimpered against his neck, making him smirk wider.

“Already? Am I that good?” He asked as he moved faster and pressed his cock harder against your clit, making jolts of pleasure shoot through you.

“S-shut u-up.” You tried to say with any stern tone behind it but it just came out pathetic and needy and you moaned loudly. “O-oh, I’m c-c-cumming!” You screamed against his neck as you came hard against his cock soaking his shaft with your juices. He growled your name before he spilled into your panties and against your folds as well before he pulled your face up to kiss you passionately.

“Good fucking girl. You did so good.” He whispered against your lips making you smile and bask in the praise. He kissed you again before he pulled back and slipped his softening cock out of your panties and he pulled them up so his cum was resting against your cunt. “A piece of me that you can have while I’m performing.” He smirked and you giggled softly.

“Thank you, rockstar. But you better get out there before the guys go looking for you.” You smiled as you kissed his cheek and he nodded before moving to the door and he opened it.

“I’ll see you out there.” He winked at you, making you blush.

“Can’t wait.” You smiled before he left and you giggled softly, as you couldn’t wait for later where he would give you another part of him.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fandom #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #fanfic #fandom #fanfiction #2022 kinktober #kinktober

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geoffrard · 4 months

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Now that @mcrswarmzine is out, I can finally share my contribution!

Gerard and Geoff give us a history lesson

Gerard Way and Geoff Rickly first met—where else—outside a record store in Kearny, New Jersey, weeks or months before MTV started regularly playing Geoff’s band Thursday, months or years before Geoff produced My Chemical Romance’s first record. Gerard was leaving the record store, and there was Geoff, leaning back against the wall, cool and collected, too thin, too young, unsure of himself.

“I remember it super vividly,” Gerard said in an interview once, when asked to recount their first meeting. “Do you remember?”

Back then, Gerard lived in Belleville in a basement apartment. Through the muggy darkness of his bedroom, his hand reached out towards the few strands of light that made it underground, wishing for better ways of making art. Geoff lived underground too, back then, coming alive when Thursday filled the unfinished basements of New Brunswick with people and sound.

Gerard and Geoff first met—where else—at the Eyeball House, where Eyeball Records conducted business. Gerard was an artist, reserved, looking to give back to the scene Geoff’s band had helped create. Eyeball’s owner helped connect them. The shirt Gerard designed for Geoff’s band featured a dove on each side, the front dove captured at the moment of shattering, the back a mechanical bird captured at the moment of dissection. A lever in the bird’s heart read revenge mechanism.

Gerard and Geoff first met—where else—at the Eyeball House, where Eyeball Records hosted infamous parties. The intern’s brother pulled Geoff aside, picked up a broken guitar, and painfully plucked out the opening chords to a song—Vampires Will Never Hurt You. Geoff was not impressed. He’d never tell Gerard that, though; the scene was for everyone who made music their home.

Gerard and Geoff first met—how else—because Mikey Way introduced them. Geoff heard of Mikey’s comic artist brother and begged for an introduction. Geoff wanted to write a comic book together. Gerard wanted to write a record. They made the record.

Gerard and Geoff first met—where else—in the crowd in a random basement in North Jersey, but neither remembered the encounter with enough clarity to recall it.

Gerard and Geoff met—where else—on the streets of New York, strangers brushing shoulders, exchanging glances, one rushing to a show he was too young to attend, the other dreaming of comic book worlds devised with his younger brother in his family’s dark basement apartment.

Perhaps Geoff Rickly and Gerard Way met—where else—in Jersey, on September 20, 2023, when each joined the other’s set for a song. That night was their first time sharing a stage as Geoff from Thursday and Gerard from My Chemical Romance, representing the bands who made them and created our corner of the music world, in almost twenty years.

How much of the crowd discovered their shared history that night? Can a single history exist, on stage in front of an arena of people with their own histories with those two bands, some dating back to first shows or records, some starting that night? Do artists exist off stage? If a band plays to an empty basement, is it a band?

Maybe, for me, Gerard and Geoff’s history began on Geoff’s birthday a few years ago, the day I met my best friend Nic. We met because we both loved My Chemical Romance but grew close because we loved Thursday. Our history is as intertwined with Geoff and Gerard and Geoff and Gerard’s histories are with each other’s. Music does that. Makes itself your home.

Only a few days before she returned home to Australia, Nic was there in Jersey, trying to stay on her feet in the churning mass of people in the crowd. I was at home, sick in bed, watching someone’s shaky livestream, squinting through the fever to see if I could spot her. I’d caught Covid the weekend before at a festival we attended together. The official story was that the My Chemical Romance crowd got me sick, but Nic had only just recovered herself after catching it in the crowd at a Thursday show. So I wondered if I’d caught it from her anyways. There are a few stories.

#thank you to the mods that put out such a wonderful end product <3 #our fandom is so talented #my writing #geoffrard tag #thursday band #my chemical romance

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corporatefrog · 1 year

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꒦‧₊ ꒷ Being Tweek's Older Sibling [Headcannons] ✧.*

✧.* tags: silliness ahead. so much silliness

✧.* Charactions: tweek tweak

a/n: dude i dont know what came over me when writing this- it's too powerful. be careful, soldier.

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Lit rally you’re him

But older and medicated

Giving him rides around town (because no way is this dude driving without 20 mg of valium in his system) and stopping to get coffee together

“Can I have an extra shot?”

“Bro, no? It’s 8 am? We’re getting two extra shots.”

Rolling through south park, giving team stan the side eye as you drive by because they have to wait for the bus like losers.

BLASTING MCR with the windows down

Loud music. No thoughts baybee

Taking him to a random house show you find because it’s supposed to be some nice metal bands

But it just ends up being the goth kids in henrietta’s basement

Firkle offers you Molly and you’re like ????

“I took a dump larger than you this morning the fuck are you doing here??”

You guys leave and you promise to take him to a real rock concert

Giving Craig rides as well when him and tweek are dating

Wearing a shirt that says “I love my gay brother” during pride month

Getting them shit from the Target pride collection and trying to hard not to burst out laughing as they pretend to like it

“What am I supposed to do with another rainbow pillow? This is the fifth year in a row you’ve gotten this! I don’t have any more space for these. ARE YOU GOING TO TRY AND SUFFOCATE ME IN MY SLEEP?! IS THAT WHY YOU KEEP BUYING ME COFFEE TO BUILD MY TRUST?!”

Craig doesn’t even try. Asks for the fucking receipt and you LOSE IT

Taking pictures of him in random situations as a meme

Tweek in the lights section of home depot

Tweek on the set of the Big Bang Theory

Tweek holding a paper fan at a japanese market for AAPI heritage month

Craig makes him sad?? You make Craig PAY.

Death glaring him from across the street for a week straight just to let him know he’s on thin ice

Because you’re the coolest older sibling

basically his body guard lmaooo

#the firkle part had me ROLLING at my computer lmaoooo #corporatefrog #south park #south park x reader #tweek tweak

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bloodylullaby · 17 days

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Give Me Something Beautiful

Summary: Morrigan's ordinary life takes an extraordinary turn when Noah Sebastian, the lead singer of Bad Omens, stumbles upon her quaint little shop adorned with her captivating photography. Intrigued by her talent and drawn to her genuine spirit, Noah invites Morrigan to capture the essence of his band's concert through her lens. Their initial friendship blossoms into a deep and meaningful connection as they spend time together, fueled by their shared love for art and music. Despite their challenges as their worlds collide, Morrigan and Noah navigate the complexities of fame and intimacy, ultimately finding solace and strength in each other's arms. Through their journey from strangers to lovers, they discover that amidst life's chaos, true beauty lies in the simple moments shared between two souls destined to be together.

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x OC

Content Warning: None

Word Count: 2255

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Tag List: @thescarlettvvitch @malerieee @lookwhatitcost @herbhuntress @thatgirlforever5 @xxkittenkissesxx

Chapter Five

The unwelcome arrival of 4 A.M jolted me from my sleep far sooner than I had hoped. With my eyes fixed on the ceiling, the shrill sound of my phone alarm pierced the room's stillness. As consciousness slowly enveloped me, excitement and apprehension began to stir within. It's hard to fathom that I'll soon embark on a tour with a band for the next few weeks. Frustrated with the persistent alarm, I finally silenced it and sat up, stretching out the lingering traces of sleepiness.

Reluctantly, I remain seated on my bed, my gaze fixed on the wall, attempting to muster the motivation to rise. Suddenly, the familiar sound of my phone disrupts the silence, prompting a resigned sigh to escape my lips. I glance at the screen and notice Noah's name flashing as an incoming call. Embracing my inner non-morning persona, I answer the phone with a groggy tone, murmuring, "Hello?"

A chuckle escapes him, his voice warm and soothing. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. I'm just checking in to make sure you're up. I figured that early mornings aren't your thing."

"I'm up," I confirm with a chuckle, grateful for the call. "Though I must admit, getting out of bed is a bit of a struggle at the moment." His laughter washes over me, bringing a sense of refreshment. It's a sound I could get used to waking up to.

“We will be there around 4:45. Does that work for you?” he asks in a gentle tone. A smile tugs at my lips as I glance over at the time, but it quickly fades when I see the clock read 4:20. I clear my throat to attempt to sound like I am already moving around.

"Yeah, that's totally fine with me," I responded, my voice tinged with nervousness, punctuated by a chuckle.

"You haven't gotten ready yet, have you?" Noah's voice carries a hint of smugness. I sigh, realizing my attempt to conceal my lack of readiness has already been uncovered.

"Maybe, slightly... possibly," I admit sheepishly, prompting a louder laugh from him. "But hey, since we packed everything yesterday, all I really have to do is shower and get dressed. Which, by the way, I could be doing right now if you weren't teasing me on this call," I point out, unable to suppress a giggle.

"Alright there, sassy pants, I'll let you go. See you soon," he says, and we exchange goodbyes. With that, I rush into the shower, taking the quickest one I've ever taken. Afterward, I swiftly brush my teeth and pack my oral hygiene items into a small travel bag. Racing back to my room, I hastily throw on an oversized band shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans that I usually sleep in. I quickly slip on my shoes and glance at my phone, granting myself a two-minute buffer. With a sense of accomplishment, I give myself a high-five and a pat on the back, proud that I managed to get ready without keeping anyone waiting.

I heard a knock on the door and opened it with a smile, finding Noah and Nicholas on the other side. "Noah! Nicholas! Welcome! I moved my bags closer to the door for you so it would be easier," I exclaimed excitedly. They gave me a weird look and then chuckled while looking at each other. “What’s so funny?” I asked.

They exchanged a curious glance before chuckling softly. "Oh, it's nothing," Noah replied, trying to suppress his amusement. "It's just... you're so eager and thoughtful. It's endearing." I couldn't help but feel perplexed by their reaction. "Well, I just wanted to make things easier," I said with a shrug, still puzzled by their laughter.

Nicholas chimed in, adding, "Also... We just found it funny and cute that you used my full name like that. You can just call me Nick." My cheeks started to flush slightly as I nodded in understanding.

Noah and Nick smiled knowingly before Noah spoke again, "Anyway, are you all set to go?" I nodded eagerly, feeling excitement coursing through me despite my earlier confusion. "Absolutely, let's hit the road!" I exclaimed, watching them grab my bags. As I followed them out the door, we stopped in front of the van they drove to get me. I looked around, a little confused.

"What's up?" Noah asked with a hint of amusement in his tone.

I couldn't help but feel a bit sheepish as I voiced my confusion. "Are we not going to be traveling in a tour bus?"

"We thought it would be easier if we picked you up in the van and took you to the tour bus," Nick explained, his voice reassuring. I nodded my head with understanding and got into the back. The drive to the buses took a good 30 minutes, providing me with the perfect opportunity to catch up on some sleep. While I dozed off, Noah and Nick kept themselves awake.

Nick woke me up five minutes before we arrived, allowing me to wake up and regain my excitement. As we pulled into the parking lot, my eyes widened in amazement. These tour buses were massive! It dawned on me that this was the first time I'd been on a tour bus and the first time I'd even been close to one. The excitement of the adventure ahead intensified as I gazed at the imposing vehicles waiting to whisk us away on our journey.

I step out of the vehicle and find myself standing in awe, taking in the grandeur of the tour buses. Noah joins me, his slight smile reflecting the wonder of the moment. "Crazy, isn't it?" he remarks softly. I nod gently, meeting his gaze, feeling a flush creeping up my cheeks. Quickly, I averted my eyes and glanced over at the other tour bus, searching for a distraction.

"There are two buses. What's the second one for?" I inquire, curious about the setup.

"That's the bus for the crew, but you'll be staying with us on our bus," Noah reassures me with a comforting smile. I blush a little but cover it up before he notices. I comment on how thoughtful that is as I follow Noah onto our designated bus, leaving my bags behind so they can be put into storage. As we entered the bus, I noticed a cozy living room area and a compact kitchenette. We walked past them, heading towards what appeared to be the bunk area. I observed the layout of the bunks, noticing two rows of three on each side. The front bunks were already claimed. Opting for some privacy, I selected the middle bunk closest to the back and settled in, eager to make this space my own for the duration of the tour.

"Found your bunk?" Noah asked, appearing behind me. I turned around, a big smile spreading across my face as I nodded in excitement. "Good, we made sure to try to give you some options without having to deal with us too much," he said with a smile.

“Thank you,” I said appreciatively.

"No problem at all," Noah replied warmly, his expression reflecting genuine hospitality. You can decorate the bunk however you like. Do you want me to bring your suitcase so you can do so?" Noah asked kindly. I nodded eagerly, appreciating his offer, and watched him head out to retrieve the blanket and pillow. With a slight squeal of excitement, I opened the curtain to my bunk, eager to start making it feel like my own cozy space for the journey ahead.

Peering into the bunk, I noticed a cozy comforter blanket and a soft pillow, both in a soothing shade of light blue. My eyes widened with excitement as I spotted a miniature movie player hanging from the ceiling. To top it all off, there was enough room for two people to squeeze in, so I had enough space to starfish without fear of falling out. Soon after, Noah arrived with my smaller bag, containing my cherished items—a blanket handmade by my mother, an extra pillow, and the small stuffed platypus I had cherished since childhood.

The plush toy, once adorned with vibrant brown fur, now showed signs of age with its faded exterior. Despite this, its round, button-like eyes maintained a gentle gaze, while the meticulously stitched bill and webbed feet hinted at years of companionship. Despite the wear and tear, the plush retained its soft and comforting texture, serving as a poignant reminder of cherished memories from years past.

Once I settled everything in my bunk, I joined the boys in the sitting area. Noah patted the space next to him, and I eagerly took the opportunity to sit beside him. He smiled at me before returning to his conversation with Jolly and Bryan. Stifling a yawn, I looked at my phone; it was almost six in the morning. Rubbing my eyes, I caught Folio’s attention, and he leaned over to me.

“Why don’t you go lay down, Morrigan? We're about to leave anyway, and it will take most of the day before we reach our destination," Nick suggested. His words caught Noah's attention, and he leaned in, gently poking my shoulder to gain my attention. When I turned my head to give him my full attention, I caught my breath slightly due to how close we were.

"Would you like me to show you where the restroom is?" Noah gently asked. I nodded in response, allowing him to lead the way. As we walked to the back of the bus, passing the rows of bunks, he guided me to the end, where a button was mounted on the wall. Noah activated the mechanism by pressing the button, causing the door to slide open, revealing a small bathroom.

"Well, that was extremely cool," I blurted out, my eyes wide with amazement. Noah chuckled at my reaction and gave me a playful pat on the head.

"I'm glad you're adjusting well to everything so far," he said, his expression sincere as he looked at me. I nervously cleared my throat before changing the subject.

"Thank you again, Noah. I appreciate not only this opportunity you're giving me to shadow Bryan but also the kindness and hospitality you have already shown me so far," I expressed gratefully. He gave me a warm smile, then suddenly became shy.

"We're friends now; of course, I'll shower you with as much love and affection as I can," he joked, his tone light and playful. I gently nudged his arm and returned to the bunks, reopening my curtain. As Noah peers in, a smile spreads across his face, his eyes lighting up as they land on the old platypus stuffed animal nestled inside. His smile widens even more as he spots the toy. "Aw, that's cute," he remarks, his gaze lingering affectionately on the beloved childhood companion. I can't help but return his smile, feeling a comforting warmth as I witness his genuine reaction.

As Noah's smile widens at the sight of the stuffed platypus, I feel a rush of warmth. "Yeah, it's been with me for as long as I can remember," I share fondly. Noah nods, his eyes still fixed on the plush toy, before smiling at me. "It's nice to have a piece of home with you on the road," he says softly. I nod in agreement, grateful for his understanding.

"Would you like to hold him? His name is Phillip." I asked teasingly, offering the plush toy with a playful grin.

Noah chuckles at the playful gesture, shaking his head slightly. "I think I'll pass on holding Phillip for now, thanks," he responds with a smile.

I playful gasp and hold Phillip to my chest, covering his head where his ears would be if he had any. “Be careful what you say in front of him; he is compassionate.”

Noah laughs at the playful exchange, raising his eyebrows in mock surprise. "Oh, my apologies, Phillip," he says, feigning sincerity. "I'll be sure to watch my words around you from now on."

"Thank you; he appreciates it," I reply in a playful tone. We both looked at each other briefly before we busted out laughing. Suddenly, the bus starts to move, causing me to lurch forward. Before I can react, Noah reaches out and catches me in his arms, steadying me with a grin. As Noah steadies me in his arms, our eyes meet, and time seems to stand still for a brief moment. Then, with a sheepish smile, he helps me regain my balance as the bus continues. We exchange a knowing glance, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected moment.

Sheepishly, I clear my throat and glance at my bunk. "Do you think you can help me get in? I've never climbed into a middle bunk before," I say lightly, laughing. Noah smiles warmly and extends a hand, assisting me as I climb into the bunk, grateful for his support. I shift my gaze towards him, expressing my gratitude.

"No problem, Morrigan. Sleep well. We'll keep it down," Noah said gently. I bid him good night, and he closed my curtain for me. As I listened to his sounds fading away, I covered my face and took a deep breath. These next several weeks will be hard for me, especially with him being this adorable. As I replayed the event of him catching me in his arms, I snuggled up with my stuffed platypus and drifted into a peaceful slumber.

#bad omens band #noah sebastian #bad omens #fanfic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #noah sebastian davis #noah sebastian x ofc #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fluff #bad omens fluff #bad omens cult

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mysticmunson · 2 years

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bf!eddie is a highkey horndog and lowkey perv

he’s super into experimentation, maybe you’re his first real girlfriend, and while you’ve both had one night stands, this is some long term shit. after spending many a nights alone with lotion and playboys/hustlers, his mind is buzzing with ideas.

you’re just relaxing after work one day and he comes up to you all bright eyed, “did you have a good dayyy?” he sings, and while he looks cute, he’s up to something.

“uh good, how was yours?” you question as he sits next to you on his bed. he’s in a cropped band shirt and some gym shorts from school, showing his long legs and a few tattoos.

“can i borrow you for like 20 seconds?” he pops the question, not leading to any explanation, but you agree.

next thing you know he’s manhandling you into a cradle sex position, back to his chest and yanking your legs apart.

“eddie, what the-“ you’re cut off by him giving an enthusiastic fake thrust, brushing his crotch against your ass.

“oh yeah, this could work.” he grins, releasing your legs to send you falling over, putting your hands and feet flat on the ground.

most would probably apologize for accidentally sending you forward, but eddie just realized what perfect access he has. your hands firm on the ground, he lifts your legs to straddle his lap. your ass is all he can see, but you’re rubbing against his crotch subconsciously.

helping you back up, you take a breath of relief until he’s pulling you back to the bed. he’s flat on his back, and you know you’re in trouble when you can see the blush on his face as he gets this ready.

he bends his knees to his chest, yanking you to sit on his thighs, perfect access for you to sink onto him. he looks at you expectantly, leaning on his elbows as you glance around at the dimensions.

“this is the one you really want to try, isn’t it?” you ask, quirking an eyebrow as he nods slowly, a big smile on his face. you can feel him getting hard, the thin material of his shorts doing little to conceal it.

“alright, let’s go.” you sigh, not being able to stop the giggle as he cheers, fists shooting up in the air that causes him to flop against the bed.

what ensues is about an hour of trying to figure out the logistics of this position, lots of giggles and falling.

as much as you both love sensual, sexy time. sometimes it’s just as fun to be joking around the whole time, giggling and getting caught off guard when you clench him just right.

“you’re gonna make me come if you keep laughing, babe.” he’d try warning as he too laughed, finding the placement of you bouncing on top of his bent thighs amusing and fucking hot.

when you finally stop, you slip off and fall back, but his legs fly down, right on top of you. he probably accidentally hits you in the face with his foot.

“ew eddie!” you squeal, sitting up as his legs still trapped you in a cage.

“what can i say, you make my knees weak” he cockily smirks, shrugging, earning him a smack on the gut from you.

so yeah eddie definitely has a stash of porn magazines, but instead of hiding them, he circles things he wants to try and either moves your body himself to test it or just shows you them.

but if you’re being honest, feeling his hands grip you and throw you around fully clothed is very erotic

#eddie munson #elora writes #elora rambles #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson blurb #steve stranger things #eddie munson writing #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson hc #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x female oc

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quotes from a recap of the young veins' show at the beat kitchen in chicago on 10 april 2010

I went to the first ever Young Veins concert in Chicago April 10th, and let me tell you- along with only one other day, it was THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE. It was so amazing beyond belief. I still can't believe it was real.

they are a small band right now so they were playing a tiny club. There was a room about the size of half a school gymnasium, the stage was 3 ft off the ground, and there was no backstage. The band had to walk past the crowd, no barrier, to get on stage.

The doors opened at 7 but we got there at around 5. My dad got in line (yes, I brought my dad, this is a bar, you know) and Lillie (my friend) and I walked further to see what was going on by the alley. All of a sudden my eyes landed on a sight so ultraviolet that my lungs shriveled into the size of my ears. My knees turned into noodles. My heart started beating as if it were afraid of the dark and wanted to bust violently out of my chest cavity. I felt like I was going to poop, throw up, and faint at the same time. I saw Ryan Ross loading things out of a trailer 20 feet away from me. I kinda blacked out for a moment. Lillie had to hit me in the arm to get me to say anything. I seriously have butterflies right now just remembering it. He was wearing his soldier-looking jacket, some striped pants, blues brothers sun glasses, a yellow shirt, and his pointy shoes. Then out of nowhere I see a guy with the same hair but in a maroon shirt and pants- Jon Walker was pushing some amps into the staff entrance. And then I saw Nick White and Andy Soukal and Nick Murray. All I could say was "Wha......?????" I seriously couldn't comprehend that my idols that I've loved for 2 and a half years were standing right by me. I needed a moment.

After I cooled down, standing by my tree, I took out my blank CD case (I was going to have the band sign the black case and then when June 8th comes around, I'd put the CD and the jacket in that case). I started small. I was going to ask Nick White, the newest member and pianist, to sign the case first. He started to walk from the trailer to the door and I called out, "Nick?" and he stopped and turned, kind of suprised, I guess not a lot of people were able to recognize him yet. I asked, "Would you be willing to sign this for me? I'm going to put the album in it when it comes out." and he was like, "Sure, sure.". He signed, said thanks for coming, and went back to his buisness. I forgot to take a picture (god damn it). But that's okay, he was nice.

Okay, one down, 4 to go. Next I saw Andy, the bassist, and called out his name. Again, kind of not expected. I asked if he would sign my case and take a picture with me. He said he could only stop for a miinute and I said, "Oh, yea, sure.". He signed my case and Lillie took our picture and he, also, was on his way.

Ryan and Jon were busy setting things up inside so they weren't coming out for a while but I DID see Nick Murray come out. I called his name and asked if he could sign my CD case and he said, "Um, sure, just give me five minutes?". So a couple trips later, he, himself came back to us and said, "You wanted to see me right?" and I was like, "Yea, I wanted to know if you could sign this and take a picture, I'm going to put the album in it." and he said, "The album?" and I said, "Yea, you know, Take a Vacation." and he was like, "Ohhh, yea."

Finally I had the courage to talk Jon (My courage was also fueled by the fear that he wouldn't come out again). He was so handsome and like and inch taller than me (and I'm 5'7), and thinner than I expected, and he was just Jon Walker. He walked past us and I said, "Jon?" and he came over and I asked him to sign the case and take a pic ect. And then I said, "So is Ryan being sneeky? I haven't seen him in a while." (p.s. I'm a creeper). He giggled and said, "Yea, well, Ryan's always sneeky." and I just said, "Haha, yea." and he thanked us for coming out and went on his way.

Finally Ryan came out again. I HAD to talk to him. He walked past and I said, "Ryan?" and he was like, "Hi.". I asked him to sign my CD case and stuff. He was kinda busy so after a picture and a very breif amount of small talk about being excited and thanks for coming out and stuff he was on his way. I imagined him taller, but he WAS thin, now I can believe it. They, for some reason translate not as thin in pictures, I guess because it's 2D.

I saw Cassie (Jon's GF, duh) walk in the building and Jon came out to say hi to several friends of his that came to the show (cuz, duh, he lives in Chicago). Cassie was so cute. She looked so nice and sweet and her little summer dress and boots were adorable. She had Starbucks which I later saw Jon share with her. He also looked through her bag for something and that made me go "Awwwwww" barely quite enough to not be stared at.

So we finally got in and we saw the merch and I told my dad to buy me one of everything of The Young Veins' and ran off to get a place (later we found out that Nick Murray was helping sell the merch and he sold my dad the shirts). Jon was at a booth in the bar having a pre-show-drink with his friends and Cassie which was so amazing and Ryan came into the stage room to check out the crowd and mingle a little bit.

The Young Veins came on and got their equipment ready and fixed their sound and stuff for 10 minutes. 10 minutes I got to watch Ryan Ross and Jon Walker from 2 feet away, just doing exactly what they were born to do. I was so happy.....

They went through their set, Jon sang two songs. I ruined the audio on all of my videos because I was singing out of tune AGAIN (this happens to me EVERY concert).

After their set I remembered a picture that I drew for them a while back that I left in the car that I HAD to get. We left even before Foxy could get in the room and got the picture. I would've kicked myself if I didn't give it to them.

I grabbed my photo and went back to my tree and watched and waited for The Young Veins. They were packing their stuff up. Ryan and Jon started talking with different fans and I was going to give it to them but then I saw Nick Murray. This crazy drunk guy was talking to him about the most random shit and I realized my life's destiny- Save Nick Murray From the Crazy Drunk Guy. Nick was looking very awkward and scared. He tried inching away but tried to stay nice at the same time, this was getting him nowhere. We walked up to them and I said, "Excuse me." The drunk guy and his drunk girlfriend moved aside and we talked to Nick and I finally handed the picture to him and said, "I drew this for the band and I just wanted to give this to you guys." Nick was like, "Cool, cool. This is yours" and I was like, "Yea *confused*, wait, what do you mean?" and he said (OH MY GOSH) "Oh, well, I've seen this before, it's cool." and then I remembered that I sent all the members the picture on Twitter, he read my comment and liked my picture. I'm getting warm and flushed just thinking about it. How cool is that? We talked to him a little more and let him go to mingle with the rest of the fans that left before Foxy (because honestly, I already SAW his mustache and so I don't really need to be blinded by it's magnificence again).

I'm adding this to my "Best Day Ever" list. I have two best days ever, neither better than the other. But this has to be my favourite concert that I've ever been to. LOVE LOVE LOVE. That's all can say.

– from this blog post by Michele

#nick murray #cassie walker #young veins #the young veins #tyv #ryan ross #jon walker #spring2010 #10042010 #offstage #with fans #recap

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japhan2024 · 9 months

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What about Anthony being very jealous when he finds out that Amanda had kissed Ian in her audition when they were improvising together?? Ian and Anthony don't have to be together in this already just Anthony being jealous! Or they could be together and be jealous of Amanda doing that before Ian and Anthony got together??

Falling

Ian and Anthony were smoking expensive cigars and drinking hard liquor as they celebrated their acquisition of Smosh. They sat on Ians balcony and were howling with laughter. Both from their jokes and from general happiness to be together and vibe so well, after all these years.

"So, I watched your funeral roast video," Anthony said, one eyebrow raised.

"That was pretty epic," Ian giggled.

"I couldn't help but notice something!"

"What?"

"You were very quick to judge SMASH on Amanda. There seems to be some sexual tension between you guys," Anthony had a laughing fit after saying that, so badly that Ian had to laugh too.

"Nah you idiot, she's married!"

"So what?"

"Wow, that's cold."

"Even so, I see what I see! There's something going on there!"

The truth was, Anthony had certainly seen it and played the moment on loop for a whole afternoon, overthinking and overanalyzing. Amanda had been dressed up as Ian's mom, which was weird (and hot). "You scare me so much. SMASH." Did he like scary women? Why?

"Well, if you MUST know… we kissed."

Anthony resumed his fit of giggles and almost choked on his cigar smoke. He got up from his lounge chair and leaned heavily on the banister. His head was spinning. They KISSED...

"Hey bud, I think you should go a bit easy on the substances now," Ian laughed but his brows were somewhat raised.

"So, give me the TLDR of what happened bro." Anthony wanted to know everything. Every minute detail, how her lips had felt... how his lips.. had felt... did he look at her like he looked at Anthony when he seemingly casually but actually fully intently changed shirts in front of him? Did he... did he touch her hair, her face... her body...

"Alright," Ian said as he shook his head ever so slightly. "So, she auditions, right. And she's hilarious. We were doing a scene. And we just kept messing with her but she wouldn't budge, absolute professional. But I think she read the room in how far she could go and she just went for it!"

"Whaaaa! How did it go down?"

"Well, she stood where you're standing right?" Ian said, as he stood up as well.

"And I stood like here." Ian took a few steps towards Anthony.

"And she said in this horrible Australian accent: "Are you from Australia? Because I see that you have some great koala-fications." You know how I can't resist Australian jokes. And then she just grabs me…"

Ian grabbed Anthony by the waist.

"And kissed me like that! Only she was leaning down as she is so much taller than me, which is very hot, I'll admit."

Anthony half laughed, half whimpered. Having Ian this close while this intoxicated was a dangerous combination. And Ian was drunk too. He always did crazy shit when he was drunk. Would he go for it and kiss Anthony? Why did Anthony want to be kissed? His mind was racing, his cheeks burned, and his heart behaved like a Brazilian drum band. He took a step back and tripped over his own feet, falling backward, over the banister.

"Anthony!" Ian was laughing as he held on for the dear life of his best friend, who dangled upside-down from his balconee.

"What the fuck, Anthony!"

"Get me up!"

"So, do you agree to a 20-80 ownership of smosh, me getting the 80 of course?" Ian joked.

"Fuck you!"

"Hey, my head is against your dick, I'm sacrificing a lot saving you!"

"Just pull me up!"

Ian got Anthony on the balconee again. They sat there, panting for a while. Then they resumed their laugher.

"Oh my god, did that just happen?"

"That was kind of insane. But also kind of hot."

"Yeah, you like that, huh, I bet you wanted me to kiss you!"

"Maybe."

"Idiot."

"I love you, bro. I just got you back. Now, don't die on me, okay?"

"I'll try my best not to."

"Alright! Better..."

Anthony felt moved by Ian's words, the adrenaline still rushing through his body. He grabbed him around the waist and hoisted him onto his lap, while still sat on the ground.

"What did you do that for?"

"I want to prove something to you."

Anthony was determined. He just almost died. He couldn't waste any more time. Ian felt very warm on his lap.

"However hot that kiss was, this one's going to be hotter."

Anthony cupped Ian's startled face in his own tattooed hands, blinked slowly, and gave him the best smolder he could muster at the moment. He leaned in, slower and slower, he heard Ian's gasping breath against his face.

"I love you too, Ian," he crooned. "And it's about time I show you what I truly mean by that."

#Anthony Day #Anthony's Day #ianthony #this is the last one!! i had a blast writing these #thank you everyone for sending prompts :3

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shyphonics · 2 months

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Salad Days Chapter 2: You! Yes, you! Here’s a dime; run out and call the PMRC!

(babypunk!Rodrick Heffley x Reader)

chapter one | chapter three

Bend your knees! (ooh la la!)

Move your head like this! (ooh la la!)

Pucker them lips! (ooh la la!)

Give that butt a kiss!

Kiss… my…

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

5:52 PM

Subject: HELP

dear girl from the bar,

can I run my email 2 mike by u real quick? we r pretty sure it kicks ass but want 2 make sure

thx

*~*~rOcK oN~*~*

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

6:17 PM

Subject: RE: HELP

Do you have a signature on your email? Also, is that seriously your email address?? A dot edu, no less?

Make a band email, and then we can talk.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

6:35 PM

Subject: HELLO

Esteemed Mike Morello,

Hello, we are a band. Maybe the best band to ever exist, someday. we want to play at your bar. we will do the best job EVER!! playing at your bar. Here are some places we've played, and impressed;

talent show

birthday party for a hot girl

As u can see, we are quite experienced in the music world, and we think you are ready for us. we are also a punk band. we listen to dead kennedy’s. I am wearing a dead kennedy’s t shirt right now.

if you think u r ready for the biggest crowd youve ever seen in your bar, email us back.

IF YOU DARE!!!!

-Löded Diper

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

6:41 PM

Subject: RE: HELLO

What the fuck? No. Absolutely not. "Esteemed"?? Do not send that email. You guys sound like creeps. Delete it. Start over.

Do I have to write the damn thing for you?

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

6:45PM

Subject: RE: RE: HELLO

will u??

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

6:47 PM

Subject: RE: RE: RE: HELLO

Are you fucking kidding me?

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

6:59 PM

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: HELLO

Hey this is Ben now,

We would like to negotiate and offer 20 dollars, an (exclusive) one of a kind band t shirt and 4 beers!! :-)

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

7:01 PM

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: HELLO

Jesus christ. Okay, do you have a myspace or anything? A demo mp3 you can send me? So I can effectively bullshit?

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

7:07 PM

Subject: MP3

explodeddiper.mp3

http://www.myspace.com/lodeddiper

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

7:15 PM

Subject: RE: MP3

Copy and paste this:

Hey Mike,

We're a new band in town, and would love the opportunity to play at The Strike. We've heard the history of the place, and have so much respect for its legacy in the scene, and your legacy as well. We want to help keep that legacy alive.

Are there any available upcoming opener spots? Our biggest influences are Dead Kennedys, Crime, and Black Flag. We're cool with any kind of bill, we can make anything work.

Thanks so much for your time!

-Löded Diper

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

7:18 PM

Subject: RE: RE: MP3

how did u do that so fast?? thx u from everyone!!! we are going 2 send it

do u want our address for the beers?

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

7:20 PM

Subject: RE: RE: RE: MP3

That's alright. Maybe I'll see you when you get a show. I think I kissed ass enough, that should get you something. Good luck, bigshots.

As much as you hadn't wanted to give in, you'd been there before. Clamoring for your moment in the sun, making shit up and brown nosing. That's just what you had to do to get the job done. Not to mention, they clearly couldn’t have come up with anything better on their own.

Besides, their demo wasn’t terrible.

Maybe you’d even call Mike and put in a good word. He trusts you. You're stable, at least by bar staff standards.

“Hey, Mike,”

“I am so glad you called. I just read the worst news article.” he sounds stressed. Oh, great.

“Oh?”

“Are you inside? You have to get inside.”

“What?” You figure there’s nothing to worry about, but you always try to be gentle with the guy. He’d done a lot of drugs back in the day, and he runs on constant paranoia.

“I just read that Dick Cheney,” his voice drops to a whisper, “is going to attack America if John Kerry wins,”

“Mike?”

“This is serious,”

“Mike,” you interrupt him, “what was the name of the newspaper?”

The line goes quiet.

“It’s an internet paper. The Onion.”

“Mike. The Onion is satire. It’s not real.”

“Satire, huh…”

“And that election happened last year. Kerry lost.”

Mike breathes a sigh of relief.

“Read me the page that said that,” you’re trying so hard to suppress a laugh.

“Best headlines of 2004,”

“Mike. It’s 2005.” The laugh breaks free, “It’s okay, I get it. Scary times.”

“Okay. Phew. Scary times, indeed. What can I do you for?”

You pause, trying to figure out what to say.

“There’s this new band, uh, this kid came in today. You’re gonna get an email from them in a minute here, and I think you should give them a shot. Their demo’s pretty good, and the one I met seemed like he had the spirit.”

“The spirit,” Mike sighs contentedly, “did I ever tell you how we used to take the bus from Oakland to get to the Mab? If you didn’t catch that last bus home, boy, the cops wouldn’t let you sleep in the station. They’d just…”

“...beat the shit out of you with their pig batons.” You say in unison.

“It’s a great story, Mike. But this band,” you flop back on your bed.

“Yes! Sorry.”

“I was thinking you could let them have the opener spot next Friday.”

“Your first headlining show!”

“Yeah! Thanks again for that. I want Löded Diper to open.”

“Loaded… hmm. What?”

“I know. It’s terrible,” you laugh, “But it wouldn't be the first time you took a chance on some kids with a terrible name.”

“Are you talking about you? When you were called-”

“Yes!” You interrupt, “And look at me now! You're a great guy, Mike, and you've done so much for me. So much for the scene. Could you do me this last favor? ‘Cause you're the best boss in the world? The last true punk?”

It was a thing he said from time to time, usually when you didn't omit the vodka from his vodka soda.

Mike sighs down the line.

“Kid, you always know how to get me. I'll put Diaper Fuckers on the bill.”

“Löded Diper.” You're cackling.

“Loaded what-ever!” Mike makes a gagging sound, “Just promise it won't be a shitshow.”

“I promise.”

You hang up the phone and smile. Mike really has been good to you, and you definitely wouldn't be where you are without him. That wasn't just brown nosing. He'd taken a chance on you when you were a crazy street rat, and now you technically work 3 or 4 jobs for him. He pays generously. You have no idea where the fuck all his money comes from, but you're not complaining.

You relax further into your bed, turning your head to gaze out the window. These guys better be good.

You may ask yourself, "what is that beautiful house?"

You may ask yourself, "where does that highway go to?"

And you may ask yourself, "am I right, am I wrong?"

And you may say to yourself, "my god, what have I done?"

Rodrick's head swims. One of the guys had scored some weed on a job hunt, and it's not mixing the best with his current mental state. The rest of the guys had long since fallen asleep, sprawled on piles of blankets and air mattresses. Light snoring fills the room.

He fights off thoughts of home, trying to clear his brain. Shake it like an etch-a-sketch and start over. What resurfaces is simply world's best bartender. He likes that. He'd like to buy you a mug with that printed on it someday, as a thank you. He knows writing isn't his strong suit, and you'd really saved his ass. He pictures your face, and though it looks pissed off, it makes him smile.

His eyelids grow heavy, his brain goes hazier, and he drifts into an initially peaceful sleep.

He dreams of Plainview.

"You failed?? You failed the easiest certificate course at community college? Did you do the work?"

"Fuck no, I didn't do the work! I didn't want any of this! I wanna move."

"With what money? Are you going to flip burgers for a living?"

"Maybe I will!"

"You're a failure."

"I fucking hate you!"

This diner fucking sucks. Stupid asshole boss yelling at him, stupid little nametag on his stupid little vest. Heather Hills sticking her leg out from a booth and fucking tripping him while he has a whole tray of drinks. Rich kids who don't even need to go to college- they just get to go take over "the family business"- cornering him out back and kicking his ass. Pizza face like he's fucking fourteen again from the kitchen grease. What's the point? What's the fucking point of any of this?

He's angry. He's so fucking angry all the time, and he just has to take it. He knows he should have put in more effort at school. He knows he should have planned for the future. He doesn't need to hear about it every second of every goddamn day. He doesn't want the same thing everyone at school had wanted for themselves. Is that so wrong?

But keep the peace for mom and your brothers. Scrape and save where you can.

Get beat up, get laughed at, get covered in garbage. Keep practicing with the band. Get GOOD. Really good. Get incredible. And work, and work, and cry, and drum, and write, and work some more, and maybe he'll get out of here sane.

How did I get here?

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #doawk rodrick #rodrick heffley fanfiction #rodrick x reader #punk au #salad days #my stuff #Spotify

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k8epot8e · 4 months

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Train in Vain: Chapter 1

Notes: Never done this before, I've only ever written academic essays for grad school etc. I got the idea for this story on the train the other day. Wanted to play around with Kid's characterization and his relationship with Kil. The amount of space Kid and Killer are occupying in my brain lately is unhealthy and I especially loved the HC I'd seen of them being in a punk band together. I'd originally thought of this as a one-shot, but I enjoyed writing it so much that I will keep going! My plan atm is to upload another chapter by next week. Please let me know what you think! Going to try to improve my dialogue and action sequences. The general idea is that it'll all happen over the course of one night, like an After Hours, or American Graffiti situation. TWs: Reader is a woman. Sexual harassment of reader. Brief mention of an imaginary sex scene. Light violence. Implied drinking and drugs. Implied familial pressure and sexism. Cursing. Minors dni.

On AO3 I gave it an M but it's a lighter M. Here's that link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53565769

Summary:

You're headed out on a Saturday night when some cute punks help you out of a sticky situation. Next thing you know, you're tagging along to their concert. This isn't something you'd normally do, but they're nice to look at and you need a little more spontaneity in your life. Let's see where the night takes you.

The man was slumped against the faux wood-paneled wall of the train car. You only noticed him because of his massive, muscular frame. He was your age, late 20s, but he had a boyish charm about his face that made you grin. A mischievousness that was noticeable even with his eyes closed as he was currently. His hair stood up in a dark red shock like he'd stuck his finger in an electrical socket. He was pale and riddled with piercings, metal spikes jutting out from his nose and ears giving his angular face an even sharper appearance. He wore goggles loosely at the top of his forehead. A punk aesthetic that seemed simultaneously meticulous and nonchalant. You noticed his massive left arm was metallic from the elbow down. An equally large man sat beside him on the seat to his left. The man was blonde with long hair that layered itself in sharp locks down his shoulders. He had an old-school soul patch that softened his sharp jawline and drew attention to the blue paper mask he wore courteously over his mouth. He seemed tired in a way that betrayed his rough exterior. His traps were huge and strained against the collar of his worn blue t-shirt. Seeing their muscular physiques made you hold your breath albeit briefly as you boarded the train and quickly slid into a newly available seat.

It was mid-Saturday evening and you were making your way to a bar in south Brooklyn to meet up with a friend from college. She'd recently had a baby and her husband had been begging you to take her out. She was always so responsible; you'd historically been one of her very few bad influences and her husband loved you for it. Despite what she would say when pressed, she enjoyed the thrilling sense of ease you coaxed out of her typically rigid demeanor. Your relationship was easy. She didn't need to text or call you to make sure you still felt involved in her life. You could pick up right where you left off, be it months or years since you'd seen each other.

This was how you lived most of your life. Your family and upbringing were so exhausting that you felt an aversion to friction of any sort. That didn't mean you weren't responsible, of course you were. You always did what was expected of you or what you thought needed to be done. You were the oldest girl, rebelliousness was a luxury reserved for other people. Despite this, you carved out ways to satisfy your inner hellion as you could. Little rebellions that you could control but still scratched the itch you had to break everything down. You drank too much, but not enough to be a real issue. You smoked too much weed, only once it became legalized. You had a serious problem with authority figures or anyone for that matter who had the gall to tell you what to do. You would never cause an actual scene, but you'd fume for weeks after the encounter, thinking of clever ways to handle the situation in retrospect. You had a smart mouth, and while you rarely used it on high, your colorful vocabulary and quick temper had gotten you in serious trouble a couple of times before. You secretly loved using your words to cut someone down to their core, but only if they deserved it. When that side of you showed, the really mean one, no one could keep up with you. People would stare at you, eyes wide and mouth agape at your ability to so quickly discern what they truly hated about themselves and launch it back in their faces.

Aside from its ever-looming presence, this side of yourself was far away from you tonight. You were excited to see your friend, and shockingly the sun had been out today after nine days of straight rain. You had your AirPods in and were listening to one of your throwback playlists on Shuffle. The Clash rang in your ears, barraging your poor eardrums with excessive volume as the train hitched and swayed down the tunnel.

You let your gaze travel back up to the two large men at the other end of the train car. It struck you that it’d been a while since any man had touched you, let alone one as cute as the guys you were ogling shamelessly. You leered at the veiny forearms of the blonde, thickly folded into a taught cross over his chest. Your libido, ever your betrayer, flashed an imaginary scene in your mind’s eye. A vision of the man's vascular forearms tensed in a wrought-iron grip around the edge of a table in front of you, while he fucked you mercilessly from behind. You imagined what his strong body would feel like pressed against your back. A warmth bathed over your skin, your imagination tricking your synapses ever so gently. The warm sensation quickly shot upwards to your cheeks as you realized that the man was watching you stare at him. His expression wasn't judgemental or surprised, just thoughtful with the faintest hint of a smirk behind his mask. Your face flushed beet red and you quickly shook your head back and forth, attempting to convey to the man that you were not, in fact, ogling him but rather staring into the distance and were abruptly brought back to reality. This pathetic coverup attempt made you feel even more guilty since you knew your lustful gaze had been obvious. You averted your eyes down and to the right, tracing the lines made by an errant shoelace discarded on the floor.

The movement of the train broke you out of your shameful reverie. The driver pulled the break surprisingly hard into the next stop and your body lurched forward with the car. You steadied yourself on the wall to your left and watched as most of the people in your car streamed out of the train car doors. The older woman who had been sitting next to you disembarked and in her stead, a lanky brunette man with a buzzcut flopped down next to you dramatically. He gave you a shit-eating grin as your eyes met his and you quickly looked away.

You thought you felt a gaze from further down the train watching you closely but you didn't move or look up in an attempt to discourage your newly arrived neighbor from talking to you. This evasion failed miserably as he tapped you on your right thigh a little too high for your liking.

“Nice weather today, right?”

“Yep.” You said as you took out your right earbud.

“Where you headed?”

“To see a friend. What about you?” You mentally kicked yourself for engaging with him. Why were you so deferential?

“Me and my buddies are going out. Keeping the party going.” He nodded to a man to his right sitting across the aisle. His buddy was cute, like him, but something about him unsettled you. Something about both of them.

“Cool,” you said as you tried to put your earbud back in.

You noticed how empty the train car was. You and these two guys were the only ones on your end of the car. Why did this guy have to sit right next to you?

“What bar are you going to?” He asked quickly before you had the chance to put your earbud back in, so you stopped, holding it aloft.

“Baratie. It's nautical-themed.”

“Sounds cool. What's your friend's name?” He asked, staring you in the eye.

“Um, Amanda.” You said slowly.

“Hah. Good. I thought you were gonna say a guy's name.” He said and chuckled to himself.

“What?” You asked instinctively.

“I thought you were gonna say you had a date.” He explained. You were still confused.

“What do you mean?” You asked dumbly knowing full well his implication.

“I mean a pretty girl like you should come out with us tonight,” he said, his smile turning more nefarious by the second.

You'd never thought of yourself as pretty, and being called a girl made you feel infantile.

“Excuse me?” You asked not very aggressively

You knew that men generally found you attractive. You didn't know to what extent, but you knew on some level that you were cute. You never felt beautiful, that was a word reserved for tall, model-like women who were pretty in an ethereal sort of way. The women you found yourself watching in restaurants and clothing stores who made your heart skip a beat. They always seemed so effortless.

You were the opposite. You were small and round and angry and everything you did was full of effort. You weren't tiny but you were short. Despite your size, you always felt enormous and awkward. You were always moving out of people's way because you felt so brazenly wide. This feeling came from being muscular. You weren't ripped but you'd always played sports growing up and took every opportunity to carry things so that your mother didn't have to. You were a force of sheer mass and will. Femininity felt out of reach for someone who took up space.

Despite this, men found your willingness coupled with your small stature endearing. Your muscles and general meatiness meant that you had a curvy body which betrayed how seriously you took yourself. Your boobs were objectively huge which made you feel fat. Your large bust in tandem with your wide shoulders and back made you feel like you were going to hulk out of lithely cut women’s clothes. You didn't shop frequently, opting instead to wear t-shirts that swamped you in their width. You had a bit of a belly from your enjoyment of craft beer but generally, you were in good shape and attractive. You'd never admit this to anyone, but you saw the way people looked you up and down in bars.

Self-consciousness flooded your brain as you stared at the man sitting next to you. What did he mean?

“Oh, haha, no thanks.” You replied tentatively.

“Don't be shy,” he said, wrapping his long arm around your shoulders. You could smell minty alcohol radiating from the back of his throat.

“Haha. No, I'm good. Gotta meet my friend.” You said attempting to shrink from his grip.

His hand tightened and tensed on your left shoulder. He leaned his face into your right ear.

“Come on, don't be a bitch.” He cooed, his hot breath making you shiver in his arms.

All the color drained from your face and your heart sank. “Fuck,” you thought to yourself as your brain scrambled for ideas on how to escape.

His friend across the aisle laughed as he pulled you in closer to his body. He discreetly placed a soft kiss on the base of your neck.

“I know you want it.” He whispered. “My buddy and I will show you a good time.” You felt his fingers drift to your inner thigh as he squeezed lightly.

You froze from shock. Your brain descended into a panic as fear wracked your body. You couldn’t move.

Suddenly, the man next to you was yanked into the air and thrown to the floor of the train, his body making a loud thud as he skidded to a stop across the linoleum. The train bounced as your gaze trailed up the strong legs of the man now standing in front of you. It was the masked blonde man from your earlier fantasy. Your shocked expression caught his gaze. There was a silent rage behind his eyes. You didn't know how he crossed the train so quickly to launch your harasser out of his seat, especially in steel-toed boots, but you were grateful for it. The redheaded punk was still asleep, head resting on the wall.

The harasser’s friend, the man sitting across the aisle from you started to yell. He tried to get up in the face of the masked man but was violently shot backward with a swift roundhouse kick. The harasser got up off the floor while the masked man used his inertia to quickly pivot his feet and turn to face the incoming attack. He caught the harasser’s fist with his large left hand and parried with a swift punch straight to the guy’s jaw. You heard the crack of bone when his fist hit the man’s face. The harasser was once again, propelled to the ground, blood spraying from the side of his mouth. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand in shock. You’d never seen a real fight before.

At that moment, the train car doors opened, and, seeing the chaotic scene, the people on the platform yelled in horror and diverted to other cars. You noticed the redheaded punk was now awake and smirking at his friend’s handiwork, his large arms crossed over his chest. The masked man paused, breathed out calmly, and turned to face you. You held your breath. His right fist was covered in blood, so after a thoughtful pause, he extended his left hand out towards you.

“You okay?” He asked. His voice was steady and reassuring, his large hand extended towards you, palm facing upwards.

“Um. Yes. I’m alright.” You stuttered, still in shock. You looked the man in the eye. The rage from earlier was gone and all that remained was tentative concern. He seemed worried that you would spook at any moment, like a wild rabbit caught against a fence.

Sensing no malice in his gaze, you gingerly placed your hand in his. It was calloused but warm and reassuring. He clasped your palm and helped you to your feet with surprising gentleness.

“Well I doubt we have much time after that performance” the redheaded punk spat from down the car, standing from his seat. His booming voice filled with deadpan amusement shocked you out of your daze. You looked around, people were whispering and looking at you through the train’s windows. You saw the station cop start to hustle down the platform towards your train car, “Hey! You three!” He yelled as he picked up his pace. “I've got an assault on a train down here” the cop barked into a walkie-talkie on his right shoulder.

The masked man put his hand on your right shoulder and looked at you, “Sorry, about this, but we gotta get moving.” In one swift motion, you were gracefully floated from the ground. The masked man draped your body over his left shoulder like it weighed nothing and held your legs snug to his chest. The redhead laughed raucously as they dashed out of the train car with you in tow. The masked man and the redhead ran side by side as they picked up speed, busting through the emergency exit door and darting up the station’s long walkway to the street. The yells of the station cop echoed into nothing as you emerged up, into the cold night air. The two men didn’t stop running until they reached an alley two blocks away. The masked man lowered you gently to your feet and they both hunched over to catch their breath.

“Kil, I’ve never seen you manhandle a chick like that” the redhead howled.

You tensed.

“Kid, you heard the cop, she was gonna get detained. I had to get her outta there.”

“How fucking gallant of you, asshole. What are we gonna do now? That wasn’t our stop.” The redheaded man finally caught his breath and stood up to his full height. He was huge, even taller than you’d originally thought. The masked man was broad and taller than you but the redhead had to be at least 6’5.

“Um excuse me. I’m here too.” You said looking from one to the other. On hearing this, they both turned and looked at you.

The redhead furrowed his brow at you, “Yeah, we know. You got us into this mess.”

Your jaw fell open. “How is this MY fault you’re the ones who basically kidnapped me!” You said incredulously.

“Yeah, if my buddy hadn’t saved your ass you’d be in a holding cell all night being questioned by Paul Blart.” The redhead shot back, his intense golden eyes boring into yours.

“Kid, knock it off. You know it’s not her fault.” The masked man waved dismissively at the redhead. “My name is Kil. Sorry for escalating things. Just thought you needed a hand.” The masked man reached his hand back out to you.

You took his hand and shook it lightly. “No, I appreciate it. Thank you.”

Kil shot a thumb at the redhead, “This ray of sunshine is Kid.”

Kid crossed his arms over his chest and averted his eyes from yours. “Pleasure.” He mumbled.

“He's not that bad when you get to know him,” Kil added. “We’re in a band and are meeting up with our mates for a show later.”

“Oh that’s cool,” you said, “what kind of band?”

“Punk, genius” Kid tsked and gestured towards his outfit with his metallic forearm.

“I didn’t ask you, ginger” you snapped back. Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw Kid’s lips shoot up into a reluctant smirk.

“Like Kid said, we’re a punk band. You’re welcome to come to the show if you’re interested, but I’m not exactly sure how we’re getting to the venue anymore.” Kil answered.

All of the commotion had made you completely forget about your own plans. “Shit!” You yelped and dug for your phone in your purse. The screen lit up and you find a text from your friend. “Hey I’m so so sorry but Lulu is coming down with something from daycare. I don’t think I’m gonna make it out tonight. Rain check?” You frowned at your phone. You’d wanted to see your friend tonight but hoped her daughter would feel better.

“So are you coming or what?”

You looked up. Kid was staring down at you, eyeing the message you’d pulled up on your phone. He had an expression in his piercing, golden eyes that you couldn’t read.

You paused to think. You didn’t know these guys, but despite their gruff exteriors, you felt decently comfortable with them.

Maybe it was because you’d already done your hair and makeup, maybe it was because you were still full of adrenaline, maybe it was because you thought of yourself as more rebellious than you actually were, or maybe it was because looking at either one of the men made your insides twist into knots, but for whatever reason you cracked a wry smile and replied,

“Yeah, let’s do this.”

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bubbledtee · 2 years

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pregnancy fic w gareth? if not, totally fine. if so, thank you very much. i genuinely enjoy your writing so very much. makes my day when you post :)

Both of You

Pairing: Gareth Emerson x preg!f!reader

Warnings: teen pregnancy, mentions of reader being harrassed for being a pregnant teen, mentions of fighting, fluff, bad writing lol, not proofread, we die like men

A/N: thank you for requesting this!! i was thinking about writing some dad!gareth x preg!reader so this request was awesome to get! hope you enjoy it anon! ^-^

"Y/N?" Gareth practically whispered into the dark room, his fingers searching the wall for the light switch, "You still awake, baby?" He waited a few moments for your response before switching on the light, revealing you in all your glory.

You lay on your side, a pillow wedged between your belly and the mattress in an attempt to not have horrible side and back pains in the morning. As Gareth paced closer to you, he smiled at how adorable you looked. Your plump lips were ever-so-slightly parted, your breaths flowing in and out with a relaxed ease with your hair spread messily across the soft pillow that would usually belong to Gareth.

The boy smiled fondly before placing a warm hand on your tummy, his eyes moving to the protruding bump.

"Must've made your mommy real tired, huh?" Gareth whispered, his thumb rubbing against your thinly clothed skin. He could feel a tiny poke beneath his hand, making his smile grow into a wide beam before he turned away to change into a band tee and a pair of loose sweatpants.

Your eyes gently blinked themselves open as he had his back turned. You hummed quietly with a deep breath, watching how the boy's back muscles flexed while he reached out for a shirt.

You nestled the side of your face into the pillow below your head, "How'd it go?" you rasped out, your voice ridden with sleep.

Gareth pulled his The Number Of The Beast shirt over his head before turning around and answering, "Like usual," he sighs, making his way to the side of his bed, "5 drunks,"

You snort out a laugh as you move farther to 'your side' of Gareth's bed, giving him room to lay beside you, "Well, if you would've let me come, it could've been 5 drunks and a pregnant 18-year-old."

Gareth shuffles himself onto the mattress, "Yeah, and those 5 drunks would've harassed that pregnant 18-year-old." he reminded with raised eyebrows, settling into his spot.

As lighthearted as the comment came off, there was a lot of truth to it. Up until your 20-week mark, you were going to Corroded Coffin's shows every week without issue. Most people didn't even realize your bump under your band tee and leather jacket, and if they did, they would just assume you had gained weight since they had last seen you. It wasn't until you really started to round out that you became the town pariah.

Those '5 drunks' had called you all kinds of names that twenty-first Tuesday of your pregnancy. Whore, slut, skank, any sort of name that would point to you having sex, they called you. Which, when you had mumbled to Gareth the situation that had ensued during their performance, he was fuming.

Needless to say, Eddie and himself were bruised and bloodied as they walked out of the alley behind the Hideout that night.

You didn't say anything in response, knowing there was nothing to say. You just watched as one of his hands settled on your tummy, a faint, drowsy smile painted upon his face.

"Don't need either of my girls getting hurt," he hummed fondly, looking up into your eyes after a moment. His beauftiful blue eyes were filled with so much love for you as he leaned closer to you, your faces just inches apart now.

You pressed a hand against his warm cheek, brushing your thumb beneath his eye. You didn't notice just how large your smile was until Gareth spoke just above a whisper, "What?" he asked fondly with a tiny laugh, making you blush.

"Nothin'," you answer, moving your forehead to press against the boy's, "I just love you,"

Gareth's cheeks must've burned with how wide his smile was, your sweet words soaking through his skin right to his heart. He leaned in to plant a warm, loose-llipped kiss on your lips, one that sent an everlasting heat through your chest.

"I love you too," he whispered against your lips, his thumb rubbing circles on the skin of your belly. He nuzzled his nose further against yours, angling his head downwards slightly, "Both of you."

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