#i saw it in a record store and immediately fell in love but when i asked if it was any good the guy said it sucked lmao

[yeollie-plz]

hello i love your writing. Could you do one where pedro annoconces that you and him are having a baby at like an interview and even bella is surprised .

I Wasn't Supposed To Say That!

Pedro Pascal x Pregnant! F! Reader

Synopsis: Pedro lets it slip that you are pregnant, shocking the world and Bella!

Genre: Fluff!!!!!

Warnings: pregnancy, reader insert, mentions of doctors appointments

Gif credits to owners!

A cute little blurb for you guys!

You found out you were pregnant during the promotions for The Last Of Us. You and Pedro had been trying for a baby for a few months now so when you saw those two lines, you were overjoyed. You told Pedro later that night when he returned home.

You had wanted to sort of surprise him so you had gotten a gift bag and put a few baby items inside. It wasn't the most elaborate plan, but it did its job. You had even found a Grogu onesie at the store, laughing at how perfect it was.

When Pedro opened the bag his confusion turned to excitement almost immediately when he saw the items. He hopped up from his chair and picked you up, spinning you around. Thanking you, he set you back onto the floor, it was then that you noticed the tears falling down his cheeks. You chuckled at him and wiped them away.

The first few months of your pregnancy went smoothly, although Pedro couldn't make it to all of your appointments, he made an effort to make it to most of them. You didn't blame him, you knew he had to work. You two had also decided to keep it a secret for a while. Both of you didn't want any unnecessary stress on the baby. You only told your families, Pedro hadn't even told Bella yet.

Today was one of those days that he couldn't make it, so you made sure to record the sonogram and send him pictures. He was currently at a photoshoot with Bella, as well as doing a few interviews. You sent a few pictures of the scan to Pedro, he sent a cute reply back, and you went about your day.

Later, you received a call from Pedro, before you could even say "Hi", he was confessing.

"I let it slip!"

You laughed, confused, "You let what slip?"

"I let the baby news slip, in my interview."

You laughed again, this time louder. When you couldn't stop laughing, he finally spoke again.

"What? Why are you laughing so hard?" He was disgruntled by your response and his actions, but you could hear a faint smile in his words.

You finally clamed down your laughing to reply, "I knew you'd accidentally let it out eventually."

Pedro started to argue, only to give up quickly and sigh. "I knew I would too."

This time you giggled at his response.

"I'm still sorry though, baby." He apologized.

"It's fine, it just means you are so excited to start a family that you can't hold it back. It's endearing, really."

Suddenly a voice came from somewhere on the other side of the line.

You heard Pedro respond to the voice, confirming it was you on the phone. All of a sudden Bella's voice was heard.

"Congratulations Y/N! I'm so happy for you two!"

"Thank you, Bella!" You replied, a huge smile now adorning your lips.

"I was so shocked to hear the news! I almost fell out of my chair!" Bella continued.

"That's true they almost did!" Pedro confirmed.

"Well I'm glad you didn't actually fall!" Bella laughed at this.

"Anyways! We gotta go back to set. I'll talk to later mi amor." Before Pedro could hang up the phone you heard Bella shout one last time.

"I'm meeting that baby when it comes out!"

"No question!" You replied, before hearing the call ended sound.

A few months later when the interview came out, you and Pedro sat down to watch it. He protested at first saying he didn't want to be embarrassed for a second time, but you insisted.

(The interview I'm referencing for anyone interested.)

As the intro played, you smiled to yourself. You loved seeing Pedro working, he was so happy. Seeing him and Bella goofing off was so heart warming.

Then the first question was asked.

"The last thing I texted?" Bella read off. They give their answer and then it was Pedro's turn.

And flat out, no hesitation he answers, "I replied to Y/N's sonogram pictures." Bella's head snaps towards him, mouth wide open in shock. He hasn't realized what he's said for a full 10 seconds, before meeting Bella's eyes with the same amount of shock.

"I wasn't supposed to say that." He says under his breath.

"Y/N's pregnant?" Bella questions.

"I wasn't supposed to say that.", is all Pedro can say again.

Then the interview moves on like he didn't just drop the biggest bombshell ever. Incredulously you look over at him. Pedro is looking in the opposite direction, covering his mouth with his hand. Ignoring your eyes that now bore into him.

"The first question!" You finally say.

"Mhm." He replies still avoiding the eye contact.

"I thought you'd at least last until the third one! But the first question?"

He finally looks at you, fear in his eyes.

He shouts out a quick "I'm sorry" before launching himself off the couch and running away.

"José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal, you come back here right now!"

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfic #fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #the last of us #bella ramsey

[ax-y10]

musician! bur mood board and headcanons

so, i've decided that i am going to be impatient and make headcanons for the inages and how they relate to musician! bur.

i also may or may not have chosen the images with the intent of making headcanons.

oh, and the layout for the order of the photos: first row: 1, 2, 3 second row: 4, 5, 6 third row: 7, 8, 9

anyways, headcanons below the cut:

1. "your voice is my favourite sound"

when wilbur is stuck in a writer's block, he'll listen more intently to when you talk and what you're talking about.

if he thinks it can be used in a song, he'll definitely record the conversation without you knowing.

he'll hint at the fact he wants to use that conversation as backing vocals and such, saying "your voice is my favourite sound" and will casually take a photo of you when you blush at his sly remark.

he wants to make sure every rant, conversation, and random sentences you voice are recorded in history, whether it be in his songs, on his phone, or stored on his computer to listen to as he works.

2. "everything's better with a little background music"

he will say this when you both are doing domestic activities, beabadoobee or the arctic monkeys playing on his speaker

"everything's better with a little background music" when you're washing the dishes, maintaining the lawn, when he's playing guitar for you in his room, when he shouts over the running water of the shower

he lives by this motto. it's constantly uttered every other minute of the day.

absolutely somehow pisses of his bandmates by bringing you on tour and muttering "everything's better with a little background music" at midnight to keep you awake, and just hearing mark shout "wilbur! shut up!"

3. "but wilbur! it's cool!"

one day, you had a need to take photos and keep them to look at later. one of the victims was wilbur's record collection and his headphones

you hadn't brought it up with him, but once he walked into the room with you positioning the headphones and touching his record collection, of course he was going to be anxious. that's his favourite collection!

"y/n! what are you doing?" he said, frantic, almost startling you. "i'm taking photos, wil," it didn't ease him at all. "yes! but i love that collection! please don't touch them!" you paused. "but wilbur! it's cool!"

when you showed you the photo later, he was over-joyed and begged you to make more. as long as you didn't hurt his music.

4. "you look pretty..."

it was a date, and you'd both decided that you were going to go record shopping so you could expand your own collection. wilbur's excuse was that "the atmosphere in the stores are cool! you have to see it!"

wilbur had his phone out the entire time, even though you had asked him to put it away because you felt awkward

you heard him utter "you look pretty..." while you were sifting through different records, immediately looking up at him and seeing a bright flash

when you got home, you saw a different background on his phone. it was the photo he took of you when he called you pretty.

5. "wilbur. smile!"

you were trying to take photos of him after lovejoy performed a gig, but he either wasn't staying still, was somewhere different to you or had the most default expression on his face.

"darling, hold on. let me put my stuff away then you can take a photo," you would not take such disrespect /j

"wilbur. stop real quick" and he stilled, and looked at you, so very unimpressed, so you took a funny photo of him through a small fit of giggles

"wilbur. smile!" you said, hoping to get a better photo, but he walked off, clearly exhausted from the day. so you joined him in bed while showing him all the photos you had of him. he fell asleep...

6. "music heals"

his birthday was coming up soon and you desperately needed to get him a gift. you thought a guitar pick would be perfect because all of his current picks were slowly being worn down from constant playing.

you found a website online that made custom picks, and you were grateful that they were uk based, making it easier to get it shipped to where you lived on time.

you got "music heals" engraved onto the pick, because it was what you always said when wilbur has in a rough spot. and he always ran to get his guitar and happily played for himself while you watched with soft eyes.

when he got it, he cried genuine 'i love you' tears. immediately engulfing you in a bear hug, he pressed soft, loving kisses across your face

7. "you've made a mess!"

for months, you sat in wilburs room with him, watching random videos he had on his phone and listening to silly stories from when they record in the studio

so the first day you go in there to watch in person, you were shocked by what the group left at the end of each rehearsal, specifically wilbur.

mark, joe, and ash all cleaned up after themselves at the end of the studio session, but wilbur left his things on the ground, leaving more mess for everyone else to clean up. you quickly snapped a phot and walked up to wilbur, holding the phone close to his face.

"you've made a mess!" you said, faux angry, clearly meant to be a snarky remark, but wilbur showed the opposite effect. "yes, sweetheart. i'll clean it up in a second," you had to clean it up because he fell asleep

8. "i love it!"

it was after a lovejoy gig when a small meet and greet had created itself. everyone either had a gift for wilbur or wanted to take a photo.

every gift he got, he replied with an enthusiastic "thank you so much!" but one gift stuck out to both you and wilbur.

at this specific gig, you were at his side, half asleep and leaning against him. wilbur would bring every gift into your line of view and you'd give a small smile.

but this gift was a drawing of a record player and a record on it, the small spotify listening line at the bottom. his loud "i love it!" broke you out of your sleepy state, and yet again, another gift was in your eyesight. "i love it!" you'd say, before dragging his ass to bed.

9. "without music, life would be a mistake"

yet again, this is another quote of wilbur's, and is specifically uttered when he feels like shit and is listening to music.

when you both are on a flight with lovejoy, on a car ride with the sorry boys, or simply walking somewhere, you share headphones, and you both listen to his music.

you can sense when he feels like shit, so you whisper under your breath, looking up at him "without music, life would be a mistake" which immediately causes him to look down at you.

with shock in his eyes at the sudden string of words, his flat expression is replaced with a small smile, and he mutters the words back to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before continuing to listen.

#wilbur soot #wilbur #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur imagines #wilbur fluff #wilbur soot headcanons #headcanons #mood board #music #musician! bur #musician! bur headcanons #musician! bur mood board #musician! bur x reader

[aziraphales-library]

ello ello ello!

i am looking for fics where, human or not, crowley and azi grow up being together being friends and turns to lovers ! thank you for your blessed job <3

Hi! We have #childhood friends and #friends to lovers tags, so check those out. Here are some to add to the collections...

Stronger Than Hurt by TawnyOwl95 (E)

Everything changed the summer that Crowley fell off the Eastgate's garage roof and broke his arm. Fourteen years later he stood outside a tattoo shop with a picture of the drawing Aziraphale Eastgate had done on his cast, and hoped for a second chance.

Christmas light by Tigerphoenix (T)

After years of neither hearing form his father nor sibling Crowley is convinced to return to his childhood home. He knew from the start it wasn’t a good idea, but he did it anyway. Maybe something good comes out of it. Aziraphale returns home to his family home every year for Christmas. But Christmas with nine people is exhausting. Nothing wrong with some time alone, right?

I scorn to change my state with kings by bearwonder (T)

They’d seem an unlikely pair, if anyone saw them from the outside — Crowley in black skinny jeans and Aziraphale in beige corduroys — but no one does, and that’s just how they want it. Crowley and Aziraphale meet in kindergarten. This is the story of their lives.

What About Hope? by AppleSeeds (M)

Crowley met Aziraphale in the spring of 1989 while he was on his lunchbreak from the factory, his attention immediately drawn to the posh boy sitting by the canal writing poetry. It was immediately obvious that they came from entirely different worlds, but the time they spent together was the happiest Crowley had ever known. With Aziraphale, Crowley experienced many firsts - his first kiss, his first love... his first heartbreak. Twenty years later, they are reunited when Crowley, now a successful writer and vlogger, comes to work as an Associate Lecturer in the university department where Aziraphale is an academic. Seeing Crowley brings back Aziraphale's intense regret for allowing himself to be persuaded to leave him behind all those years ago. Aziraphale desperately wishes to renew their acquaintance, but Crowley seems determined to keep his distance. Aziraphale can't blame him for not forgiving him, since he has never been able to forgive himself, but when Crowley begins to spend more time with him, Aziraphale is left with the hope that maybe they could at least be friends again - no matter how much it might hurt.

And a Silver Sixpence in His Shoe by smolalienbee (T)

If there is one thing to be said about Aziraphale Z. Fell is that he leads an ordinary, quiet life. He lives in Soho, London, above an old bookshop that he’s been fortunate enough to inherit in his late twenties. He likes sushi and good wine. He has a few friends - like Nina, who works at the coffee shop across the street; or Maggie, who runs the record store that he takes an absolute pleasure in frequently purchasing from. (He’s lonely. Terribly so. He’s been lonely for about ten years now, since - he does not want to think about that.) Today is his 35th birthday. At age 15, Aziraphale made a Promise. At age 25, he had an Earth-shattering fight with his childhood - and closest - friend. At age 35, that same friend shows up at his doorstep and suddenly, Aziraphale’s entire world is thrown upside down. A story of something unexpected, something old, something yellow, something stolen, something new and something promised. (It’s going to be a long week.)

Dancing in the Dark by Demonicputto (T)

In search of inspiration for his next album, rock musician Tony Jay is headed to London. It's not the atmosphere he's after, but a reunion with Ezra Fell, his dearest friend from childhood. A one sided, adolescent crush fueled Tony's first songs and, now that they're both older, he's hoping those feelings might finally be requited. But, Ezra may not be ready for that. In his eyes, their relationship is far more complicated. Unlike Tony, he remembers who they truly are: the demon Crowley and the angel Aziraphale.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #childhood friends #friends to lovers #mod d

[redrose10]

Hi i had this idea of a short oc and idols BTS. Where they meet during the concert prep and OC is super strong and can whistle like a pro. Not the normal whislte though the one with fingers and is very loud

Here you go! I hope this is okay.

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It was coming towards the end of your first week as a member of the styling team for BTS. Between having to lay out the clothes and help dress seven members for multiple performances, interviews, fan meets, photo shoots, and TWO music video shoots you were exhausted. The stress of all of this was starting to get to you. It didn’t help that the boys seemed to like to give you a hard time. A showing of love and acceptance according to one of the more senior stylists, but you saw it as they were testing the waters to see just how much you’d let them get away with.

Lucky for them you were pretty easy going and had more patience than most.

That’s why you didn’t even flinch when Jungkook “accidentally” popped off two buttons on his dress shirt five minutes before an interview causing you to sew so fast the needle pricked your finger countless times.

Or when Hobi stole all of your style plans and turned them into little origami swans leaving you having to guess who was wearing what to where for the whole day.

OR when Taehyung sat there watching and even recording as Yeontan happily chewed away on one of Jin’s shoes he needed for a photoshoot leaving you to have to run to the nearest store to purchase a new pair in panic.

You kept reminding yourself that today was the final day and then you were off for a few. The boys just had this final interview which should be easy enough to get through so you put the finishing touches on their outfits before standing back admiring your work. They could be annoying, but damn they were handsome.

Then you saw it. Their manager walked in carrying trays of drinks and bags of donuts as a quick breakfast since they’re all that was open. You looked at the boys standing there in their crisp all white outfits and your heart stopped.

Jungkook picked up a donut that was particularly heavy on the chocolate frosting and he smirked in your direction as he took as big a bite as he could. Frosting falling to the floor.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Namjoon going for a jelly filled one. It seemed like it was in slow motion, but you watched as a little glob of raspberry jelly fell from the donut landing directly in the middle of Yoongi’s thigh leaving a bright red stain. He jumped up waiving his hands trying to find a towel, but in the process knocked over his iced americano causing the liquid to spill all over the back of Jimin who was sitting on the carpet next to him unaware of what had just happened.

Jimin jumped up thanks to the ice cold drink running down his spine. Thinking that Yoongi dumped the drink on him on purpose he grabbed the nearest donut he could, a strawberry filled with pink frosting and sprinkles, and smeared it all over the front of Yoongi’s shirt.

Before you could even react Yoongi grabbed a drink from the table, matcha of course, and tried throwing it at Jimin. But thanks to Jimins quick reflexes he ducked, the drink completely missing him and instead landing all over Jin’s white pants.

Today was supposed to be easy. Today was supposed to be simple. You’d had enough of these guys shenanigans and were tired of them making your job difficult. You were going to set them straight.

All seven members were bickering back and forth. The other stylists trying to do damage control and save what they could. You on the other hand took a deep breath before placing two fingers in your mouth and whistling as strongly and loudly as you possibly could. Something you’d learned from your mom when you were younger.

Immediately everyone in the room froze and looked at you with wide eyes. “How did that sound come out of her? She’s so tiny?”, Jin whispered.

Jungkook gently placed Yoongi back on the floor, Hobi dropped the cinnamon sugar donut he was trying to stuff into Namjoon’s mouth, Taehyung smacked Jimin’s hand away when he tried to dump the last little drop of coffee onto Jin. Bang PD even sat up a little straighter.

“Alright listen. I’m done playing these games. You are all grown men so start acting like it. No more making things difficult or I swear on everything that I will make you regret it. Because I will spend every day hoping and wishing that each one of you wakes up feeling like there is a pebble in your shoe. Whenever you walk anywhere there will just be a tiny little annoying feeling on the bottom of your foot, but when you take off your shoe? Bam! Nothing is there. But you will still feel it.”

Jungkook started to snort at your odd threat, but Yoongi quickly smacked his shoulder to shut him up.

You continued, “Understood? Good! Now let’s clean up and then remove any of your clothes that are stained and we’ll replace them with what we can. There’s only fifteen minutes until your interview so let’s hurry up.”

As quickly as possibly the boys cleaned up their mess while the make-up artists and stylists tried to salvage what they could.

Thankfully the interview went great. The guys looked presentable. Not what you’d imagined, but not the worst you’d ever seen them look either. The guys all apologized for the way they had been acting and promised it wouldn’t happen any more. They even had dinner delivered from your favorite restaurant as a peace offering.

As you were packing up the last of your belongings and making your way to your car you found a very disgruntled looking Namjoon standing in the hallway. He had two fingers in his mouth and was blowing so hard you thought he might pass out. When he noticed you giving him a concerning look he awkwardly chuckled, “Y/N, please teach me how to whistle like that. That was amazing. I could really use it. I’ve been trying for hours, but I just can’t get it.”

You giggled before motioning for him to follow you offering to give him a lesson.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts x reader #namjoon #jin #yoongi #jimin #jungkook #jhope #taehyung #bangtan #bts fluff #bts fic #bts army #bts crack

[misslavenderlady]

Hey bestie!!! I don’t know if your asks are open. If not just yeet this out. Buuuut

May I pretty pretty please get a fem! Vamp Reader fic with maybe being a mate of Paul and Marko (best two to be in between—) who’s got like a rocker style,,,,I mean yk my style but? 👉👈 👁️👁️

And maybe some smut. I feral for them-🤭😇

(Also just realized I can’t put pictures in this damn. I was gonna give you an meme angel emoji 😭♥️

Ilysmmm and you’re doing amazing!!! Keep up the fabulous work!!! 🥹♥️♥️

Waiting for a Girl Like You🌹

Marko/Paul/Female!Reader

Summary: You have the most gorgeous men in all of California wrapped around your finger. Even though they're vampires, you love them so much. Soon they'll make you one of them, and it's a very pleasurable change~

Thank you @auntvamp for the request! I hope you enjoy this! Everyone, give Auntie some love! ♥️

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Poly Throuple, Flirting, Pet names, Dirty Talk, Teasing, Nipple play, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Language Kink, Threesome, Creampie, Blood drinking, Vampire transformation, Song lyrics

You were a bombshell in every sense of the word. Beautiful, blonde, stylish. Wherever you went, heads turned and eyes widened as men and women alike stared in awe at you. It was quite the ego stroke to get that kind of attention.

But there was much more to you than looks. You had many passions and dreams to keep your spirits high. The skills you had in makeup were professional-level, you had a deep love of painting, and you were a hardcore fan of all things rock-and-roll. It felt like there was a music video going on in your head, constantly spinning you around with the fun tunes you loved so much. 

Everything that made you the way you were caught the attention of two other blondies. Marko and Paul, you adoring lovers. It was at a record store where you met the two of them. Your hand fell on a Van Halen record, as did the hand of another shopper. To your surprise, the other person interested was a lot like you. Blond hair, blue eyes, and dressed like someone in a rock band. 

You were immediately in love with the gorgeous stranger, and the look in his eyes told you he felt the same. 

As if that weren’t already amazing, it got even better. A shorter boy with long curls dressed in leather and patches came up to him, holding some cassette tapes to show off. His words were cut short when he saw what had caught his friend’s gaze.

You didn’t think it was possible to fall in love twice in a matter of seconds, but it turned out to be so. It was just meant to be. 

Marko and Paul swept you off your feet in no time. They asked you out on three-person dates to the boardwalk almost every night. Even if it was the same location, there was always something new and exciting to do. Sometimes they’d take you to romantic dinners and let you get your favorite foods. Sometimes they’d show you the wildest rides at the theme park. You had a growing collection of stuffed animals from all the carnival games they had mastered. 

When it first started out, you worried that one of them would get jealous of the other. That they would start fighting over you and insist you pick one of them. It was your worst nightmare, as you couldn’t possibly imagine having one of them instead of both. Thankfully, they worked so well together giving you equal attention and love. You were more than happy to give that love back. 

The true challenge in your relationship was learning they were vampires. 

It was a miracle that you took it so well in the long run. They were true, honest-to-God monsters that hunted and devoured humans for sustenance, yet you still longed to be with them. Paul was still that lovable goofball who liked to dance around at concerts with you. Marko was still the artistic soul with a sense of playfulness and mischief. You would never stop loving them, and it relieved them both to know they hadn’t driven you away.

The three of you had a true bond, and it was about to get stronger. 

They had invited you over for a night in at their cave hideout. You practically lived there at that point, having a special room in one of the alcoves that was full of your stuff. Band posters, makeup, slim, black outfits, leather jackets, rollers, and a mountain of pillows and blankets to keep you warm in the chilly cave. It was so nice to be able to call it your second home. 

Marko and Paul were eagerly waiting for you on the couch, visibly perking up when you stepped into the room. It warmed your heart to be so wanted.

“There’s my principessa!” Marko cooed, reaching out to take your hand and plant a kiss on your knuckles. It always got you going whenever he spoke his mother tongue.

“Hey, Sugar! You’re lookin’ fine as hell tonight~” Paul purred, eyeing you up and down in hunger. 

You giggled flirtatiously at their sweet words. They always knew exactly what to say to make you feel good. You all but melted into their embrace as they got up from their spot and held you in their arms. 

"Hello, my loves," you greeted them, kissing Paul's cheek, and then Marko's. "Where are we going for date night today?" 

For a moment, your boys were silent. There was a visible shift in their mood, any sweetness turning sultry as they eyed you hungrily. You knew that look very well. It meant pleasure was going to come your way. 

"Actually, we were hoping to…stay in tonight~" Marko said. 

"Yeah! We actually have a surprise set up in your room~" Paul whispered, leaning in close to nibble on your ear. 

Shivers ran down your spine from the excitement building up inside. You didn't want to waste a second, so you let the two of them lead you from the lobby and down the hall to your special room. The beating of your heart was getting faster as the anticipation built up.

When you finally arrived, your excitement only grew stronger. 

The room was decorated beautifully. Rose petals scattered, candles illuminating the space, a silky, red blanket spread over your bed. Paul’s boombox was propped up on the nightstand and playing music from your favorite romantic rock station.  

“Do you know what today is, baby~?” Marko whispered in your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist as he did so.

You shook your head, as you weren’t sure what the special occasion was. Paul snickered as he nuzzled your neck.

“It’s the one-year anniversary of us telling you that we’re vampires. We wanted to surprise you….and offer you something as a present~”

Your eyes widened as reality washed over you. It wasn’t a secret that the boys wanted you to become one of them. It had been on your mind for quite a while now, but you wanted them to be the ones to decide when the time was right. They were savoring you for who you were as a human, but they adored the idea of spending eternity with their lover. 

They stared at you with such intensity. Such passion. You could tell how badly they wanted to claim you in every way. How could you possibly refuse?

As the opening notes of the next song started to play, you sweetly asked for them to take you.

So long, I've been looking too hard

I've been waiting too long

Sometimes I don't know what I will find

I only know it's a matter of time

Paul was the first to kiss you, caressing your cheek as his lips met yours. You loved the way he smiled into each kiss he gave you, expressing how happy he was to be with a woman like you. The two of you worked together to remove your jackets and shoes, already feeling too hot with your clothes on.

Marko stole you away for his own kisses and helped you slip off your top and your skirt. He loved it when you wore skimpy outfits under your trusty leather jacket. It made him act extra handsy. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling as he nipped playfully at your lip.

When you love someone

When you love someone

It feels so right, so warm and true

I need to know if you feel it too

With all three of you naked and eager for more, the boys pulled you down on the bed. They absolutely spoiled you with affection, Paul running his tongue along your exposed nipple while Marko sucked at your neck to bruise you with hickies. Sighs fell from your mouth as you relaxed into their touch. They knew just what you liked.

“Lemme fuck you, Sugar. I need you so goddamn bad~” Paul purred. You nodded eagerly, and Marko helped position you so you were leaning up against his strong chest. He pawed at your breasts, holding you close and savoring your body. 

Paul was practically salivating while lining himself up to your pussy. The tip of his cock rubbed over your clit, teasing you just a bit. It made you mewl and shiver with desire. Your bottom lip stuck out, giving a silent plea for him to finally fuck you. 

Maybe I'm wrong

Won't you tell me if I'm coming on too strong?

This heart of mine has been hurt before

This time I want to be sure

“Shhhhh babygirl, I gotcha~” he cooed as he slid right in. The two of you moaned out, both of you overwhelmed by the pleasure. Marko snickered into your neck as he watched all the fun play out. You could feel his own cock pressing against your ass and his fingers teasing your hole. 

“Ooooh Paulie…yes~” you moaned out. He filled you so perfectly as if your bodies were meant to be together. Without even thinking, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and pulled him in closer. Behind you, Marko was keeping you close as well, toying with every sweet, sensitive spot you had.

I've been waiting for a girl like you to come into my life

I've been waiting for a girl like you, your a love that will survive

I've been waiting for someone new to make me feel alive

Yeah, waiting for a girl like you to come into my life

Paul slipped his tongue past your lips, kissing you deeply to express his lust. It made you dizzy as your head clouded, the only thought on your mind being how good the boys made you feel. Meanwhile, you could hear the sound of Marko grunting in your ear while he pushed his lube cock into your ass. The sensation of getting filled even more was making you tremble and shake. 

“God fuckin’ damn, I love this ass~” Marko growled. “Like a vice grip on my cock….mmmh…makes me wanna keep you like this forever~”

If all went well tonight, he could possibly fulfill his wish. You wanted nothing more than to feel the embrace of your two lovers all night long. Every night could be like this. Three vampires ravishing one another as mates and making the most of immortality. The mere thought only added to your pleasure.

You're so good

When we make love it's understood

It's more than a touch or a word can say

Only in dreams could it be this way

Marko and Paul moved perfectly together, matching each other’s pace of thrusting in both your holes. Their moans were only turning you on more. Your voice mixed with both of theirs, singing out your pleasure. It only encouraged them to keep it up.

“Oooh amore mio….sei tutto per me~” Marko whispered in your ear as he fucked you. He always said the most romantic things in Italian. It never failed to make you blush.

“F-Fuck….shit…I l-love…love you, Sugar~” Paul moaned, barely able to form a full sentence. Still, it was cute to see him so intoxicated from your body.

When you love someone

Yeah, I really love someone

Now, I know it's right

From the moment I wake up 'til deep in the night

There's nowhere on earth that I'd rather be than holding you tenderly

You couldn’t possibly last much longer. With the way they stuffed you and filled you up, your body was getting closer and closer to the release you needed so badly. Your legs tightened around Paul while you reached around to caress Marko’s chiseled face. It was like your body was screaming for them. 

“Marko! Paul! Oooh god! FUCK!!” you cried out. The waves of ecstasy came crashing down on you, and it was absolute perfection. Your boys were quick to follow, both of them cumming deep inside your body together. Their animalistic growls rang out as they filled you to the very brim.

The three of you collapsed onto the bed, panting and glistening from the intense fucking you had gone through. A lazy smile painted your face and your mind and body went absolutely fuzzy from the afterglow. You were incredibly grateful to have not one but two lovers that always made you cum. 

I've been waiting for a girl like you to come into my life

I've been waiting for a girl like you, your a love that will survive

I've been waiting for someone new to make me feel alive

Yeah, waiting for a girl like you to come into my life

“Now then~” Marko said, interrupting the peaceful moment. “How about we give you that gift we mentioned?”

You perked up as Paul slipped away for just a moment to grab a familiar-looking wine bottle. Red jewels glimmered in the candlelight, catching your eye. The two of them smiled as they handed you the drink.

“It’s got blood from both of us in it,” Paul explained. “That way we’ll both be claiming you. Even when we’re apart, you’ll always have us with you”

I've been waiting for a girl like you, I've been waiting

Won't you come into my life?

It was all so incredibly romantic. Your heart swelled with love for Marko and Paul. They were so good to you. They really were your soul mates, and you never wanted to experience life without them by your side. As you uncorked the bottle, the sweet scent of their blood teased your nose. This was really happening. You would be a vampire.

There was no hesitation as you took a sip. 

You were still a bombshell. Though the sunlight was your enemy and the night brought you inhuman powers, your beauty had followed you into your new, undead life. The rocker look was still your style, but now there was a sense of mystic charm to your personality. People still stopped and stared, but now you could lure them to follow you. 

Lure them away and quench your thirst for blood.

And all the while, Paul and Marko stayed by your side. They were amazing teachers, showing you all the ropes for using your powers. Whether it was flying in the sky or fighting hunters, they cheered you on. You knew you were going to love them forever, and you would enjoy every second of it.

#the lost boys #tlb #female reader #marko x reader #paul x reader #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #writing request #my fic #Nsft #Smut

[church-of-lilith]

Vinylatte Good Omens Fic Masterlist

the maggie/nina tag on ao3 post season 2 has been almost impossible to navigate if you’re trying to find actual fics of them. so i decided that i would compile all of them i could find and put them here in one place for anyone who’s been looking.

**denotes fics where they’re more of a background pairing, but still prevalent

Pre-Season Fics

Shrinking Violet by deathbymistletoe

Really cute one shot written and published after the early screening of the first two episodes. Explores Maggie’s feelings for Nina but is canon divergent after 2x02

divine intervention by literary_lesbian

In which Nina thinks her intentions are pretty clear, but Maggie needs a bit more reassurance.

all this (and heaven, too) by literary_lesbian

5 times Nina & Maggie assume Aziraphale & Crowley are together + the 1 time they actually are.

Collections/Series

Atlas (then suddenly, I saw you) by Andnever_ever_eatpears

A collection of fics set throughout Maggie & Nina’s relationship. Currently at 8 works but the author says there’s 11 planned so definitely keep an eye on this one!

When I’m Ready I Hope She’ll Be There by gutsandglitter (@applebottomclaudiajeans)

A collection of fics that take us through Maggie & Nina’s relationship as it develops. Currently at 4 works and they’re some of the sweetest most well written stories you’ll ever read.

One Shots

The times, they are a-changing by WrittenMemxries

4 times Nina enters Maggie’s shop + 1 time she enters her house

i’m begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans, that’s my (wo)man by Lavenderknives (@lavenderknivess)

Maggie is closing up the record store, but Nina has something she wants to say.

lost in your current like a priceless kombucha by Lavenderknives (@lavenderknivess)

Short crack-ish fic where Maggie makes her own kombucha and brings some to Nina.

my, my, how can i resist you by Lavenderknives (@lavenderknivess)

Maggie and Nina have a silly little movie night because they deserve it!

and she aches (just like a woman) by literary_lesbian

A year after The Whickber Street Traders and Shopkeepers Association meeting, Nina comes to terms with what she really wants.

and yet it moves by literary_lesbian**

Aziraphale knows he should leave Earth behind entirely, if he means to take his role in reforming Heaven seriously. But when Maggie calls out to him, he can’t help but listen in. He never was very good at following the rules, even his own.

a new light by literary_lesbian

Nina has always hated the holiday season and the decorations her fellow Shopkeepers on Whickber Street enjoy utilizing to the extreme, year after year after… Until Maggie comes along and sheds some light on a few things.

terms of endearment by literary_lesbian**

In which Crowley learns something new about humanity, and he and Aziraphale finally come to terms with their feelings.

hymns for a broken heart by andiwriteordie

Five records Maggie gives to Crowley, plus one she gives to Aziraphale

worm-hearted by findmebythemilkway**

“Would you still love Mr. Fell if he was a worm?” Maggie blurts out and immediately blushes. Nina snorts in her respective corner. Crowley, who’s been busy eyeing both the television and the bookshop, redirects his eyes to her. Maggie offers him a toothy grin. “I’m… sorry?” Crowley asks. He can’t wait for Aziraphale to arrive and hear this.

I’m ready by Culties

Nina has a confession to make and reminisces on her relationship with Maggie so far.

Like Real People Do by My__name__Leo**

Aziraphale and Crowley are on a double date with Nina and Maggie. But what happens when Crowley gets overwhelmed?

who wants to live forever? by lovelosvers**

“Maggie,” he turns mock serious. “Would you describe The Velvet Underground as bebop?” She looks bewildered. “Never in a million years,” she says. “So you see my point, then,” Crowley grins.

Tilt by DoonaRose

Maggie tells Aziraphale that her and Nina have started a relationship but that he can’t tell Crowley because Nina doesn’t want to hear ‘I told you so’. Aziraphale tells Crowley because he can’t help himself and then Crowley decides to show Nina that him and Aziraphale are also now doing the kissing and being a couple thing.

a little uncertainty by TheTellersEye

Maggie and Nina talking about the future and being cute.

Mr. Fell is Back by ughdotcom

Mr. Fell is back. Nina and Maggie have a few comments.

Multi-Chapter Fics

Moving On by neowitcher

Maggie and Nina have endured a lot in a short amount of time and now that Aziraphale is off to Heaven, any heavenly or demonic threats seem to have departed. Now, the two women are left spending their days in each other's company and are steadily growing fonder of each other. Maggie fears she's moving too fast when all Nina wants to do is move on.

The Third Fall by cordsycord

The Second Coming of Jesus Christ, son of God, came to Earth, against the predictions of dozens prominent religious scholars, on the relatively normal day of June 21st 2024, four months before the Earth's 6028th birthday. It was raining in London. The M25 was backed up. The Tube was late arriving to one station, and early arriving to another. Tourists took pictures at all the places that tourists enjoy taking pictures at.

Coming Back Around by CLOVERTOWN3

After Aziraphale leaves Earth, Crowley is left to drown in his sorrow. Together, Maggie and Nina weigh the tasks of keeping Crowley in check and solving the mystery of Aziraphale's strange and sudden promotion. All the while Muriel learns more about love, heaven, and the nature of humanity.

Whickber Street Relationship Counseling (And Rescue Service) by staroversea

The incredible true story of how 8 shopkeepers become responsible for a very emotionally fragile demon.

Uncharted Territory by Justanothernerdsstuff

Seven months after Aziraphale took his new position in heaven, Crowley is coping the best he can.

Most Ardently by borealisaurora**

Aziraphale brings Pride and Prejudice with him to Heaven, and with its help and the help of some friends, he realizes where he went wrong with Crowley and what he needs to do to fix it.

We Could’ve Been Us by elusive_ellipsis**

Aziraphale's last words to the one being he could ever say he loved were "I forgive you," but he knows that Crowley will never forgive him. Nina and Maggie try to convince him that he can make it up to the demon, but Aziraphale is only staying on Earth until he accepts that their relationship is truly over.

You’re Crashing but You’re no Wave, You’re Just an Angel Cast out of Heaven by Blueleaf12

Where is Crowley supposed to go after the Metatron whisked Aziraphale away to heaven? Bunk across the hall from where the Archangel Gabriel once resided in Aziraphale’s bookshop? Fuck no, now was the time to mope with those two human women you royally messed up trying to get together.

Something lasts forever by Aidaran

After Aziraphale leaves, Crowley is left to drink himself to death and be just as miserable as he can be. Lucky for him, Nina doesn't have patience for drunk demons in his shop, and Maggie is always willing to give a helping hand.

what it all comes down to by dollsome**

Aziraphale starts sneaking out of Heaven to visit Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death. It helps immensely.

Shepherds of the Damned by angelwithawand**

After Aziraphale leaves, Crowley carves out a life of his own.

on the inside and no sunlight by the_moonmoth**

In which Crowley makes some friends, Aziraphale does some thinking, and they both learn a thing or two about communication

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #vinylatte #ineffable husbands #ineffable bureaucracy #ineffable husbands fanfic #aziraphale x crowley #maggie x nina #crowley #aziraphale #maggie good omens #nina good omens #muriel #vinylatte fanfic #fanfic masterpost

[reasonsmandy]

Headcanon of having Warren Rojas as your husband

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — Hi! I saw you wrote headcannons about eddie, could you write about Warren as a husband? Greetings from 🇲🇽

✧.* warnings — mentions and sexual connotations

✧.* word count — 3.0k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — How much I loved writing this is not written. Let me know if you want headcanons of Warren becoming a first-time father and the pregnancy process as well. Good reading :)

• I have a cool headcanon to explore here, so here we go: you and Warren met after the end of 'Daisy Jones and the six', while he was working as a studio drummer you ended up meeting on the recording of one of your albums.

• You were a huge fan of the band and when you found out that he was going to be your drummer for this album you freaked out. You found out that Warren was a much more amazing person than you thought, and it didn't take long for you to grow closer.

• Warren loved what he did, going into the studio playing the drums and making music was, and he thought it would always be, his greatest passion. Until he met you, when he met you it was a watershed moment where he fell completely in love, and then he knew that his biggest passion would be you, the person who had his heart.

• Of course, it wasn't at first that this relationship between you was established. For some reason with you Rojas couldn't be as loose as he always was with whoever he was interested in, it was as if things were different with you... As if he knew that this time he had to make it work. He didn't want to take any chances of missing out on this opportunity.

• Warren didn't have to make any effort to win your heart, he was the most adorable person you've ever met and soon you surrendered to the drummer's charms. A few months into recording your album you started going out, and soon after officially dating.

• You could say with all the words that your marriage proposal was the most unusual in history, your husband has always been the most surprising person in your point of view and logically he wouldn't do otherwise when he asked you to marry him.

As the sun set on the horizon and the weak rays of sunlight warmed your skin slightly, Warren Rojas was waiting for you in the car while he took a nap there. You've been living together for a few months now and with that usually leave Sound City together, but that day you were asked to re-record some vocals and it took a while to get released, and Warren refused to leave without you, so he waited.

"Hey there sexy drummer." You whisper in his ear as you get in the car. Rojas gets scared and wakes up from his nap, smiling when he sees you there.

"My better half!" Rojas exclaims still with a weak voice from the recent sleep, approaching and placing a peck on your lips.

"So, what are we up to?" You ask putting on your seat belt.

“Uh, let's run by the store to pick up those cookies you were craving last night," Warren said as he started the car engine and pulled out of the parking lot. "Then we could head to the church and get married, and after that, we can go to the-" Warren was interrupted by you, laughing.

Containing the rapid beating of her heart was next to impossible, despite the likelihood that this was yet another one of your boyfriend's jokes.

"Good one there love, you almost got me." You say chuckling, trying to calm the butterflies dancing in your stomach with his words.

When you notice that you didn't get a response from the drummer you look directly at him only to notice him already watching you. The car was stopped at the light and he smiles at you with one hand on the steering wheel, he takes the other to the glove compartment and your brow immediately furrows, your heart races as you watch every little move of him.

"Honey, what are you doing?" You ask, and he only chuckles. "Wait, are you serious?"

"Dead serious," Warren said, his expression turning serious as well. "I love you more than anything, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Your heart raced as you looked into his eyes. He was serious. Your goofy facade fell away as you realized the depth of his love for you.

"And I have something for you," Warren said, reaching into the glove compartment and taking out a box. Your breath caught in your throat as he opened it, revealing a beautiful pair of rings. "Will you do me the honor?"

Your eyes filled with tears as you realized this was not a joke. "Hell yeah!" You said, pulling him close and kissing him deeply.

You got married that night.

• As you and Warren already lived together, your first night of marriage would be common until you scheduled a honeymoon later when you had more time, but of course the miraculous mind of Warren Rojas would not let that night be ordinary. He took you to his boat, the two of you strolled while exchanging conversation, he was always your confidant and that night you felt he was the one who would be yours forever.

As you lay wrapped up in a cozy blanket on the deck of the boat, Warren and you shared a contented silence. The sound of the waves gently lapping against the hull of the boat filled the air.

Warren turned to you with a playful glint in his eye. "So, Mrs. Rojas, does it feel different to have sex as my wife?"

You laughed, playfully smacking his arm. "Warren, that's not something you ask!"

"My bad my bad, I was just wondering." He shrugged and you burst out laughing. "But seriously now, how are you feeling?"

"I feel amazing." You said, kissing him and holding him closer. "I can't believe you're actually my husband." You chuckled and he smiled at you.

"Mi esposa..." Warren said to the wind. "That sounds so fucking amazing. I'm with the two things I love most in life, you and my boat.."

You laughed at the situation. "I'll tell your drums about this, huh."

Warren's eyes widen in mock horror. "Please don't tell her anything." He said, making you laugh even harder.

• Since you work with music, I imagine the house full of notes of your songs and Warren finding them around the house and always writing down notes on them like: "You nailed in this one, mi Cielo" "This one is about me, right mi amor?"

"I can't wait to hear you sing this one to me."

• Rojas loved to take care of you, when he bumps into you at the record company he always made sure to give you something to make sure you were taking care of yourself, eating well and drinking water.

• On a day of recording a new song you were nervous, it was a song about him the love of your life. You hadn't mentioned anything to him, it was a surprise but the fear of him not liking it haunted you and consequently you were very nervous:

As you stepped up to the microphone in the recording booth, your heart was pounding with nervous excitement. This was the first time you were going to sing a song you had written about Warren. You had kept it a secret from him, wanting to surprise him with your love and devotion.

The music started, and you closed your eyes, letting the melody take over. You sang the first verse, pouring all your feelings into the lyrics. You opened your eyes and saw Warren watching you from the other side of the sound booth, his eyes glued to you. You felt a pang of nervousness but kept singing.

As you sang the chorus, Warren's eyes filled with tears. He couldn't believe the beautiful words you were singing, all about him and your love for him. He had never felt so touched and moved in his life.

He couldn't hold back anymore and walked into the recording booth, tears streaming down his face. You turned to him, surprised to see him there, but your heart swelled with love at the sight of him.

He took you in his arms, holding you tightly as he kissed you with all the love and tenderness in his heart.

After the kiss, Warren pulls back and looks at you with tears still in his eyes.

"I don't have words, mi amor," he says softly. "That was so beautiful, I'm so fucking proud of you."

You smile at him, feeling relieved and overjoyed at his reaction. "I'm glad you liked it. I've been working on it for weeks now."

"Like it? I love it," he says, taking your hand in his. "And I love you more than anything, you know that?"

You nod, tears welling up in your own eyes. "I love you too, Warren. I'm so lucky to have you."

Warren kisses your hand and then brings it to his lips. "No, I'm the lucky one. My wife is a music star, and she writes songs about me. We're such an amazing couple, we could be written by one of those romance novel authors."

• Two Fridays a month after recording, was what you and Warren called "The get away", you would go home first and pack a small suitcase taking everything you needed for the weekend. You would go straight to your husband's boat, and spend the weekend traveling around, enjoying each other, having special dinners, watching movies together, making music, swimming, etc.

• Warren is a big fan of puzzles and riddles, and he loves to leave little clues around the house for you to find. Sometimes they lead to a surprise gift or a special date night.

• Once Warren planted a suspicious weed in your garden, that was the funniest fight you ever had:

One day, as you're walking through the garden, you catch a whiff of a strange smell. You sniff the air and turn to Warren, who's tending to a bed of flowers nearby.

"What's that smell?" you ask, furrowing your brow.

"What smell?" Warren replies innocently.

"That... weird, musky smell," you say, still sniffing.

Warren tries to hide a smirk. "Oh, that? It's just a little experiment I'm doing."

"Experiment?" you repeat, growing more curious by the second.

Warren nods, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Yeah, I'm trying to grow some... special herbs."

Your eyes widen as the realization hits you. "Warren, are you growing weed in our garden?"

He chuckles, his face breaking out into a grin. "Guilty as charged."

You cross your arms, feeling a little sulky. "Warren, that's not funny. What if someone finds out?"

"It's just for fun, babe," he reassures you, stepping closer and taking your hand. "I promise I'll keep it discreet. And hey, think of it this way - we'll have our own little stash for when we want to unwind together."

Despite your initial reservations, you can't help but laugh at Warren's enthusiasm. "You're such a dork," you say, shaking your head.

Warren grins, pulling you into a hug. "But I'm your dork, right?"

You roll your eyes, but you can't help but feel grateful for how Warren always knows how to make you smile, even in the most unexpected of ways.

• As I said before, Warren cares a lot about your well being and is always worried about you. So he often runs you a bubble bath with candles and your favorite bath products. While you soak, he will bring you a glass of wine and read you a book out loud.

• Warren is not good in the kitchen, but he loves to help you with it. He gets in the way more than he helps but you never have the courage to dismiss him, then you distract him with something more unnecessary from the recipe so that he feels that he is part of it and that he helps you.

• After a few years of marriage, Warren couldn't get out of his head the idea of having another little person in that house, he loved the thought of having a little kid walking around. But he still hadn't found the right time to bring it up with you.

Warren was lying beside you, both of you panting after reaching the peak of pleasure for the second time that night. You snuggle into Rojas's arms and he envelops you more in his embrace, placing kisses on the top of your head. You are silent for a few minutes, waiting for the ecstasy of your body to fade and enjoying each other's company.

"Hey cariño, I was wondering..." The drummer starts to say and you noticing the seriousness in his voice, you sit on the bed.

"What is my love?" You question, worried. "Warren?!" You say snapping your fingers in front of his face.

Warren chuckles and shakes his head. "Sorry, sorry, got lost in thought for a moment there." He sits up, propping himself up on his elbow. "Anyway, what I was thinking was...maybe we should start practicing for the big leagues."

You furrow your brow in confusion. "What big leagues?"

"The baby-making leagues!" Warren grins mischievously, waggling his eyebrows.

You can't help but laugh at his playfulness. "Oh, is that what you were thinking about?" You tease, holding his hands.

He nods, still grinning. "Yep, I think it's time we start trying for a little one. What do you say, mi amor?"

You smile, feeling warmth spreading through your chest. "I say...let's go for it." You smile slyly, sitting on his lap. He takes his hands to his waist and smiles at your pretense.

"Dios mio." He says through his sigh, tightening his grip on your waist. "I love you so much woman."

• One day you woke up feeling sick, some clear flu symptoms. You tried to explain this to Rojas but he didn't leave your side, paying attention to every move you did so that he could help in everything:

"You're scaring me, mi amor," Warren says softly, his voice laced with concern. "I hate seeing you like this. I just want you to get better, okay?"

You manage to give him a small smile. "I'll be fine, babe. It's just a flu, nothing to worry about."

"I know, but I can't help it," he replies, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "I need you to be well so we can continue our plan and make our baby."

You can't help but feel your heart flutter at his words. The two of you had been talking about starting a family for a while now, and the idea of having a baby with Warren fills you with joy.

"I'll do my best to get better soon, I promise," you say, reaching out to take his hand in yours. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"Always, mi amor," Warren says, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I love you."

• Ever since you guys started trying to have a baby, Warren has paid more attention to every little baby thing out there.And watching every detail of what you did, so you wouldn't take any "risks", he was almost paranoid:

One day, you were in the kitchen cooking dinner when Warren burst in, his eyes wide with panic.

"Stop, stop, stop!" he yelled, rushing over to you and grabbing the knife out of your hand. "You can't be doing that!"

You looked at him in confusion. "What? Cooking dinner?"

Warren nodded frantically. "Yes! The fumes from the cooking can affect your eggs and hurt our chances of conceiving!"

You couldn't help but smile at his over-the-top reaction. "Warren, I'm pretty sure cooking dinner isn't going to ruin our chances of having a baby."

But as you continued to cook, you noticed Warren constantly hovering around you, watching your every move. It was endearing at first, but then it started to feel suffocating. You began to feel the pressure of trying to conceive weighing down on you, and you couldn't help but feel like you were doing something wrong.

Later that night, you finally opened up to Warren about how you were feeling.

"I know you're excited about trying to have a baby, and I am too," you began, "But sometimes it feels like you're smothering me with all the attention and scrutiny. It's like every little thing I do is being watched and judged, and it's starting to feel like a lot of pressure."

As Warren listens to your words, he feels a weight lifted off his shoulders. He realizes that he's been so caught up in the idea of having a baby that he hasn't stopped to consider how you might be feeling. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you.

"Oh, cariño, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel that way," he said, pulling you into a tight hug. "I'm just so excited about the idea of starting a family with you. But I don't want to push you too hard. Let's take a step back and just enjoy each other's company for a while. We'll make a baby when the time is right."

"I love you so much," you say, planting a kiss on his lips. "And I want to do this with you, but I want us to enjoy it. I don't want to feel like we're just ticking off boxes on a list."

Warren nods, feeling grateful for your words. "I understand. I'm sorry for being so overwhelming. I just want everything to be perfect for us and our future baby."

You smile at him, brushing your fingers through his hair. "I know you do. And I appreciate that. But we don't have to do everything by the book. Let's just have fun and enjoy each other."

Warren feels his heart swell with love for you. He knows that he can be a bit much sometimes, but you always know how to bring him back down to earth. He leans in for another kiss, feeling thankful for the amazing woman he's lucky enough to call his partner.

• And just as promised the rest of the attempts were natural and unforgettable, Warren was always very helpful and considered everything you felt. But nothing and no one could have predicted the happiness in Warren's eyes when you told him you were pregnant, but that's a story for other headcanons :)

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[snwusberry]

pairing: multiple x fem!named reader (sorry)

warning(s): language, arguments between couples mentioned

note: so i saw this from @enluv titled the exes and absolutely loved it so i think you should definitely read it.

EPISODE 1

welcome to episode 1 of EX, a new berry tv original where we talk to jorja and 3 or her exes, let's meet them.

[jorja sits on a chair, looking at the interviewer/producer behind the camera]

crew member: please introduce yourself to the audience

jorja: my names jorja, 21 female currently in college.

[screen cuts to her exes, each in different frames]

yunho: yunho, 24 male, editor

sunwoo: the names kim sunwoo, college student and i'm 23 years old.

keeho: yoon keeho, 21, college student and freelance social media advisor

———

crew member: you know what you're here for?

yunho: yeah

sunwoo: all the email said was interview... uhhh...

keeho: i think so... i'm not getting ranked or anything right?

[screen cuts to jorja]

crew member: we actually have three of your exes here in the studio.

jorja: oh my gosh [she covers her mouth, bending forward in her seat from embarrassment.]

crew member: we'll just ask a couple questions about your past relationships, is that okay with you?

jorja: i won't have to speak to them right?

interviewer: no.

jorja: ohhh, i should have known this was gonna be some shady shit. i'm down though.

crew member: you remember jorja?

yunho: [smiles bashfully, spinning in his chair away from the camera]

sunwoo: so that's is what all this is about? [points at the camera crew] you guys are sneaky.

keeho: damn, i haven't heard from her in a while.

crew members: we're just gonna ask you a few questions

[yunho still has his back turned, caught completely off guard]

sunwoo: sure

keeho: alright

LET'S START WITH SOME BASIC QUESTIONS:

Q: HOW DID YOU MEET?

yunho: at some convenience store she used to work at. she was still new there so she struggled to work the register. when it was my turn to pay, i tried talking to her to ease her nerves a bit so she wouldn't be so tense trying to figure out how to properly work the register

jorja: [laughs with her hand covering her mouth] it was so embarrassing. like here's this hot guy and i'm here fumbling with the cash register

sunwoo: she was at the park playing basketball with her friends but she was kinda... bad at it.

jorja: look i'm no athlete, so i was stumbling the whole time it was a mess, then i saw him and immediately got embarrassed because he was like, just standing there watching us the entire time

keeho: i saw her at the record store and she mistook me for an employee.

jorja: i thought he worked there so i went and asked him for help but he was like "uh i don't work here" and i wanted to hide in a hole somewhere but because i'm me i was all like "yeah but can you help?" and he did.

crew member: i'm noticing a pattern here.

[jorja laughs embarrassment with her body out of frame]

jorja: please no

Q: WHAT WAS FIRST IMPRESSION OF HER?

yunho: adorable

sunwoo: i thought she was so cute just having fun with her friends.

keeho: is she watching? [crew shake their heads.] annoying. endearingly of course.

[interviewer "coughs" causing keeho to start laughing.]

Q: WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM?

jorja: yunho was gentle, i was enamored by him. sunwoo was scary to me at first don't ask. he sort of intimidated me. keeho... grumpy. i think i caught him on a bad day.

[the screen shows keeho shrugging his shoulders]

keeho: it was a bad day.

Q: WHAT IS IT ABOUT HER THAT MADE YOU CATCH FEELINGS?

yunho: she's always eager to learn new things. she just won't let anything get past her.

sunwoo: she's determined. or maybe she was trying to impress me, who knows. all i know is i wanted to get to know this girl. i don't know, she seemed fun.

keeho: her stubbornness for sure.

crew behind the camera: are you stubborn?

[jorja just nods.]

Q: WHO FELL FIRST?

yunho: i did

jorja: it was me? right?

sunwoo: i don't really know, we both just started dating, no labels then relationship it all just naturally happened without either of us realized.

jorja: i think i did.

keeho: her.

jorja: it was me. i tried to get his attention.

Q: DESCRIBE EACH OTHER IN ONE WORD.

yunho: [he smiles widely before switching back to a normal face] cute

jorja: comfort in human form

crew: that's more than one word.

jorja: yeah [crew behind the camera laughs]

sunwoo: clumsy

jorja: softy

keeho: carefree

jorja: lively

Q: HOW LONG WERE YOU TOGETHER?

yunho: a year.

sunwoo: shit like, 3 years i think... it's hard to tell exactly when we became official, you know?

jorja: with sunwoo... damn, how long was it?

keeho: about a year and a half, maybe two.

crew member: that was just a warm up.

yunho: bringing back memories here.

LETS DO SOME TRIVIA TO SEE WHO KNOWS HER BEST

crew member: do you know her that well?"

sunwoo: obviously i do... right? i know her the best actually. [he looks straight at the camera] jorja i know you best, watch.

crew member: who do you think will do the best?

jorja: yunho?

Q: WARM UP QUESTION, WHO'S HER FIRST BOYFRIEND?

yunho: me.

sunwoo: who knows? i don't.

keeho: uhhh...

jorja: yunho was actually my first ever boyfriend.

Q: WHAT DOES SHE SPEND HER FREE TIME DOING?

yunho: oh, she really loved journaling, she had like multiple journals laying around, i'm talking bullet journal, lined journal, clear pages, you name it.

sunwoo: writing? she liked writing.

keeho: self care.

jorja: definitely self care. i'd have soft music playing and i'd keep myself busy with like a book or writing in a journal, you know, that's my self care.

Q: HER FAVORITE MUSIC GENRE?

yunho: rnb?

sunwoo: a whole lot of genres, she had a little bit of everything in her playlists.

keeho: rnb i think.

jorja: i don't have one. if it sounds good it's going in my playlist. oh i been listening to this artist i just found-

[screen cuts to sunwoo who's giving a bit of a skeptical look.]

crew member: what's going on?

sunwoo: i don't know, these questions are suspiciously simple. i feel like the next is like, "what was her father's first words" or some shit

[camera crew bursts out laughing.]

Q: WHAT IS Y/N'S BIGGEST FEAR?

yunho: biggest fear? what?

sunwoo: being forgotten or left behind. she's someone who needs reassurance and i was usually the one to give that to her and she hated that about herself.

keeho: strawberries.

crew member: STRAWBERRIES??

[jorja laughs, turning away from the camera]

crew: please explain.

jorja: it's, i don't know, they've got too many seeds, it freaks me out.

crew member: so do papayas.

jorja: next question please.

Q: WHAT WAS HER FAVORITE THING TO DO WITH YOU?

yunho: she's a home body, she loved having these make-do home spa days with me. i think that was her favorite.

jorja: when he would bust out the face masks and scrubs and stuff.

sunwoo: mundane things. running errands, going to the laundromat, cleaning. she made it fun.

jorja: i think spontaneous dates. if we both just decided to go out together with no prior planning.

keeho: going to the record store. they had these little booths where we could sit down, listen to music and just like, chill out.

jorja: we used to hang out at the record store. loved that. or even study dates.

Q: WHAT WAS HER FAVORITE COLOR?

yunho: what?

sunwoo: shit, blue?

keeho: not like this... it was purple i think.

jorja: green. still is.

crew member: you wanna know who got the most right?

[jorja shakes her head, grinning.]

crew member: it was keeho.

jorja: keeho? oh wow.

Q: SO WHAT WAS YOUR RELATIONSHIP LIKE WITH HER?

yunho: it was comforting. she was there for me, i was there for her, you know. it was very give and take.

sunwoo: hot and cold i think. don't get me wrong, we got along really well and understood each almost perfectly, but when we argued we argued, like really bad. sometimes it got to the point where we stopped talking to each other for weeks at a time.

keeho: harmonious. we just clicked, well after i finally realized she's not as annoying as i kept telling myself. she returned my energy and truly understood me. we had little to no fights or arguments.

[camera cuts to jorja who is now sitting idly]

Q: HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH EACH OF THEM?

jorja: with yunho, he was like an oversized puppy in all the best ways. he was always there for me and i'd like to believe he felt the same way. sunwoo... [she sighs, slouching a bit on her seat.] right person wrong time i think. we fought a lot but we still really loved each other, i mean i still do if i'm gonna be completely honest. we were on and off for a while until we just decided to separate once and for all. keeho, we got along very well, like extremely well, kinda contrasting mine and sunwoo's relationship. it scared me a bit.

Q: WHO SAID THE L WORD FIRST?

yunho: she did. it was completely out of nowhere.

sunwoo: her.

jorja: it was him, completely, totally, 100% him.

crew: he said you did.

jorja: yeah he would do that.

keeho: it was me, funny enough. didn't see that one coming, did you?

Q: WHAT MADE YOU REALIZE YOU LOVE HER?

yunho: hearing her ramble on and on. you see, when she's passionate about something she could go on for hours.

jorja: i talk a lot of shit.

sunwoo: when she played the guitar in my room. she was taking lessons because she was very set on playing something for me. she's not too bad at it actually.

keeho: when she came up to me with a whole powerpoint presentation to ask me out.

crew: a powerpoint presentation?

jorja: i put in effort into that you know. let's just move on before i cry out of embarrassment.

Q: WHAT'S A HABIT OF HERS YOU FOUND ENDEARING?

yunho: she got embarrassed often so she would cover her mouth with her hand.

jorja: she's done that quite a lot today actually.

yunho: really? she's adorable isn't she?

sunwoo: she'd grip on my shirt if i wasn't holding her hand in public.

keeho: she hums silent night when she's nervous. it's a bit creepy sometimes though.

[camera cuts to jorja smiling at the camera, listening to the question being asked.]

crew: you hummed silent night when you were nervous?

jorja: oh i still do.

Q: PARTNER PRIVILEGE THAT YOU GAVE EACH OTHER.

yunho: she absolutely hated people messing up her hair so when she didn't react to me playing with her hair i was taken aback.

jorja: he was very particular about his clothes. do not wear his clothes without asking he just let me.

sunwoo: she just accepted when i babied her, yeah she didn't like being babied. at all actually.

jorja: he let me use his instruments. he played piano and guitar, i don't know if he still does.

crew: you love your instruments?

sunwoo: my most prized possessions.

keeho: she let me touch her face.

[jorja shows up on screen smiling widely]

jorja: he let me call him stephanie. you see, keeho didn't like being called stephanie. steph, sure but not stephanie.

Q: WHY DID YOU BREAK UP?

yunho: we fell out of love i guess.

jorja: we lost feelings for each other. it ended really well honestly, neither of us were hurt by it.

sunwoo: we fought a lot. broke up then got back together broke up again... it was a painful cycle. we didn't know our final break up would be our... final break up. it left a pretty big scar.

jorja: oh gosh the fights were endless. i think we got under each other's skin too much, sometimes even on purpose just to spite one another.

keeho: distance. i had to move away.

jorja: he moved back home and we ended up deciding to call it quits. i don't think either of us were ready to.

Q: DO YOU THINK YOU'D EVER RECONNECT OR GET BACK TOGETHER?

yunho: i would like to see her again, maybe not get back together though. all good things come to an end and that's exactly the case with her and i.

sunwoo: 100% yes.

keeho: i would like to reconnect with her, i miss having her in my life.

WE'VE GOT A FEW CLOSING QUESTIONS FOR JORJA.

jorja: oh already?

crew: yeah, time flies

Q: DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE AMONGST THE THREE?

jorja: no... each relationship was different, they all gave me a different experience and they're all different so no.

Q: DO YOU STILL HAVE FEELINGS FOR ANY OF THEM?

jorja: oh uh... yeah, i think i mentioned still loving sunwoo so yeah. [she covers her mouth in embarrassment.] make sure he never watches this.

crew member: thank you for your time.

jorja: no thank you.

crew member: and CUT.

[camera shows jorja in the greenroom before the video shoot.]

jorja: i've never been strapped up with microphones and all this fancy equipment before.

crew member: star treatment.

jorja: please i'm a star.

[people in the room start laughing and the screen goes blank.]

thank you once again to @enluv for allowing me to use this idea. i had a lot of fun writing this and i hope you all enjoy this too.

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[mimisempai]

Missing you comes in waves and tonight i'm drowning

Summary

Crowley may tell himself they've been apart a lot longer than that, but when Aziraphale leaves for the day with Muriel, barely a few hours have passed and he's already missing him. So when his eyes fall on Aziraphale's indoor vest, he can't resist putting it on. Can a piece of clothing make up for what's missing?

Notes

Thanks to a lovely person, one of my favorite trope : Sharing Clothes

On Ao3

Rating G -  1739 words

"Aziraphale!"

Crowley had just woken up and was coming down the stairs. He frowned when he heard no reply, then remembered that the angel had said he would be spending the day with Muriel and the Bentley, visiting various booksellers in the area who had contacted him.

Feeling a little lonely in the unusually quiet bookshop, Crowley figured he wouldn't be able to decide anything until he had his coffee fix and headed for Nina's.

He left the shop, crossed the street, and when he opened the door of the Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death, he was relieved to find that no one was in front of the counter.

"Oh, if it isn't Mr. Grumpy himself."

"Morning, Nina. That joke's getting old, you know. Especially since I pride myself on being grumpy."

Nina, a small smile on her lips, asked, "A Handsome Demon as usual?"

Crowley raised an eyebrow and asked, "Excuse me?"

"That's the name of your 6 shots of espresso now," Nina said casually.

Crowley asked, "And whose idea was that?"

Nina replied, setting the cup down in front of him, "Your sweetheart. I asked him what to name it, and this is the result. Here, your Handsome Demon."

Crowley blushed slightly, grabbed his coffee, and turned on his heels, leaving the coffee shop to the sound of NIna's light, mocking laugh.

He muttered, "Angel..."

On his way out, he saw Maggie waving and beckoning him into the record store.

Even though all he wanted to do now was sip his coffee quietly in the shelter of the bookshop, he went to the record store anyway. As he walked through the door, she exclaimed, "I see you have bought a Handsome Demon!"

Crowley started to turn around, but Maggie stopped him and said quietly, "Just kidding."

Crowley grumbled and asked, "Why did you call me here if it wasn't to make fun of me?"

"It's about Aziraphale."

Maggie immediately had the demon's full attention.

She continued, "I wanted to thank him for our little arrangement, and I was wondering if you had any ideas."

Crowley asked matter-of-factly, "Do you know how to bake?"

Maggie nodded eagerly as Crowley added, "Make him some French-style crepes and he'll be absolutely delighted."

"Oh, thank you, Crowley!"

She made a gesture as if to take the demon in her arms, but he stopped her, shaking his head, "I'd rather not, there might be gossip, and the way things are going around here, you better be careful."

Then he pointed to his coffee cup and said as he headed for the door, "On that note, I'm off to drink my Handsome Demon in peace, at home."

"Have a nice day... Handsome Demon!"

Crowley stopped himself from responding and muttered as he hurried back into the bookstore, sighing with relief as he walked through the door.

He grabbed his newspaper and coffee and dropped onto the sofa.

Finally, peace and quiet.

Aziraphale will pay for this!

Handsome Demon...

He tried to ignore the small pang of pride at being called handsome by Aziraphale, but he couldn't, and with a smile he began to read his newspaper.

"Angel, this is incredible, listen to this! A duck chased a-"

He stopped when he realized that the angel wasn't there, and when he looked around, his eyes fell on Azirphale's vest resting on the back of the red armchair. Immediately, he thought of the cozy evenings he'd spent resting against the angel and the softness of the vest against his cheek.

Calling himself a sentimental fool, he went back to reading his newspaper, but periodically, as he turned a page or took a sip of coffee, his eyes fell on the vest.

"It's only a few hours, you've been apart a lot longer than that."

The problem was that since he'd been living here permanently, everything reminded him of Aziraphale, wherever he looked. Inevitably, he missed him.

His eyes slid back to the vest.

Unable to resist, he stood up and grabbed the vest like a thief, before hurrying back to sit on the sofa as if he'd done something reprehensible.

He lifted it and buried his face in it, breathing deeply as the Angel's familiar scent filled his nostrils.

His comforting fragrance of bergamot, lemon, and a light touch of rose joined the scent of old books and tea.

He couldn't resist inhaling again.

Then, after looking right and left, even though he knew no one was home, he put on the vest. It was a little loose, but Crowley wrapped it around him and immediately, it almost felt like the Angel was there.

Once again, he called himself a sentimental fool, but he didn't take the vest off, instead he curled up in it a bit more before lying down on the sofa.

After all, he could indulge himself, since Aziraphale wasn't due home for another few hours.

So, wrapped up in the angel's warm, soft vest and soaked in his scent, he drifted off to sleep, dreaming that the angel was holding him in his arms.

********

It was dusk when Aziraphale walked through the door of the bookshop. Surprised to see no lights on, he called softly, "Crowley.

Receiving no response, he moved slowly forward, intending to put down his things and hang up his coat, when his gaze was caught by a figure moving slightly on the sofa.

As he approached, he couldn't help but gasp at the scene unfolding before his eyes.

Crowley was asleep on the sofa, not for the first time, but what was new was that he was wrapped in Aziraphale's indoor vest.

Aziraphale, deeply moved, gazed at him for several moments before tiptoeing to the back of the shop where he set down his belongings and quietly took off his coat before making himself a cup of tea.

He did it in a daze, so overwhelmed was he by the emotion of what he'd just seen. 

Crowley snuggled into his vest.

As the kettle whistled, he heard Crowley call out to him.

"Angel?"

He replied in a loud voice, "I'm making myself a cup of tea!"

Barely seconds later, Crowley entered the room and hugged him from behind before resting his chin on the angel's shoulder and asking, "Have you been home long?"

Aziraphale shook his head and replied, "Just enough time to put my things away and make my tea. And you, my dear, have you had a good day's rest?"

Aziraphale couldn't help but blush as he thought back to the scene he had just witnessed when Crowley said softly in his ear, "Yes, I'm fine. But I missed you. You've been gone a long time." 

The demon spun him around in his arms before burying his face in his neck. Aziraphale, delighted by Crowley's clinginess and vulnerability, wondered if it was possible to die of an emotional overdose. He wrapped his arms around Crowley and they stayed like that for a few moments.

"How was your day?" asked Crowley, stepping back a bit.

Aziraphale appreciated that more than anything. Crowley's genuine interest in everything he did. The demon didn't ask the question out of politeness, but listened to everything Aziraphale said, made his comments, gave his advice, sometimes mocking a little, but always respectful.

Nothing to do with cold reports to heaven, only to find indifference at the end.

They chatted until tea was ready, then returned to the sofa and sat down. It was then that Aziraphale saw that the vest was in its place on the back of the armchair, as if it had not moved all day. 

But he knew that was not the case.

He couldn't stop the questions running through his mind. 

Was this the first time? 

Why had Crowley done this?

As Crowley recounted his day, Aziraphale's eyes were constantly drawn to the vest, until Crowley caught the direction of his gaze and said softly, cheeks slightly flushed, "I take it you saw me?"

Aziraphale stammered a little, "...yes, I didn't know you were there when I came in, and as I walked by I saw you were wearing it. I couldn't help but look over. Hm... I... how can I put this... uh... do you do that a lot?"

Crowley shook his head, "It was the first time."

Aziraphale scratched the back of his head and asked curiously, "And while I don't mind, may I ask why?"

Crowley said nothing, but stood up and grabbed the vest before letting Aziraphale put it on, then sat down next to him, embracing him and resting his head on his chest.

"Now put your arms around me, will you?"

Aziraphale, confused, obeyed anyway and wrapped his arms around Crowley.

Crowley's voice came to him, muffled.

"That's why I did it, you weren't there and I missed you, I know we've been apart longer than that, but that's the way it is. So when I saw your vest, I thought of you and there you go..."

"Oh Crowley...my dear, you are so ado-"

Crowley grunted and interrupted, "Stop, not a word. I know it's ridiculous, and I'm embarrassed enough as it is. And I'm not ado... adorable, I'm a demon and handsome, by the looks of it."

Aziraphale chuckled softly and replied, "I won't apologize for that, and if I'm not allowed to say a word, then let me kiss you to express everything I'm feeling right now."

He didn't wait for Crowley's answer and, grabbing his chin, lifted his head to give him a soft, tender kiss. A kiss filled with devotion. Aziraphale was overcome with emotion at the thought that Crowley had missed him so much that he had comforted himself by putting on his vest. Simply because it reminded him of his presence.

When their lips parted a little later, still holding the demon against him, he said softly, "You don't have to be embarrassed, you know. And even if you don't want to hear it, I think it's really sweet."

Crowley grumbled, "Aziraphale, I swear, if you don't shut up."

Aziraphale couldn't help but laugh and added, "But that's okay, I'm the only one who knows, my adorable de-..."

Crowley growled again, but this time it was he who pressed his lips to the angel's to silence him.

However, the kiss did not change Aziraphale's mind.

It was as sweet and tender as the demon who gave it to him.

His adorable, handsome demon

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

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[st4rgzer]

PINKY PROMISE charlie (tpobaw)

summary: charlie gets a surprising visit from his girlfriend after the incident

genre: angst and fluff

cw!: implication or suicide, use of she/her pronouns, mentions of mental hospital?, a one time mention of cigarettes

a/n: this is for the beloved ciara, so, enjoy girlie😝 (also i apologize if theres mistakes or its bad, its my first time writing a fic and english is my second language so go easy on me😭) And at the start is a lyric from the 30th by Billie Eilish, Its not important I just thought it was suitable

“in a hospital bed, i remember you said, you were scared, and so was i”

When your mum called me that night, I didn’t believe her, i refused to, i cursed myself. I hated that I wasn’t able to help you, I wasn’t enough for you to try and stay, but i knew I shouldn’t look at it that way, you were still here, with me, thats all that mattered. I sat in the waiting room, the hospital lights were dizzying, absurdly white.When they called my name i let out a breath I didn’t even know i had held.

“Miss y/l/n, Charlie is ready to see you” said the doctor.She had a pretty smile, her voice was soft, i hope she was soft with Charlie, i really do.

I nodded and went through the door, and i swear, when i saw him, my heart stopped. His brown hair was messy, strands going in different directions, his head was slightly leaned on his shoulder, asleep, and the bright light’s accentuated his pale skin. I came closer to the side of the bed, it felt like i was walking on eggshells, trying not to make a noise, he looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to disturb him, but as i sat down on the chair beside him it was like he could feel my presence.

“hey…what are you doing here?” His voice was hoarse, i imagine from all the crying, i tried not to think about that.

“I um, i came to visit you” i said reaching out my hand, i almost couldn’t look at him in the eyes, it hurts to see your favorite person like this, and it hurt a lot. His hand found mine and he started tracing small circles in the palm of my hand, looking down at it, he wanted to say something, he always did that when he was unsure of himself

“Y/n”

“yeah?…” I whispered.

“Im sorry”

He apologized. He was the one in the hospital bed and he apologized. It felt like time stopped, i was so confused, what could he possibly be sorry about? He was perfect, he was so hard on himself and it pained me to hear the quiver in his voice when he said it. I shook my head, furrowing my eyebrows

“No…no, Charlie, don’t apologize” i held his hand tightly and looked at his eyes, nearly wincing when i saw the tears, and the dark eye bags under them.

“You have nothing to be sorry about ok? Nothing.” I stated firmly, i softened my gaze as tears fell out his eyes

“Shhh, its ok, its ok” i reassured him stroking his hand, he looked up at me

“Can you lay with me here, just for a bit…please?” his eyes were begging, pleading almost. I immediately agreed and crawled into his bed, his head laying against my chest, i stroked his hair, untangling all the knots he had, he sobbed against my chest, his hand wrapped around my waist, holding me tighter, i closed my eyes, and held him close.

“There is…so much pain. And i don’t know how to not notice it” i felt his voice tremble, i closed my eyes harder, trying not to cry in front of him, he didn’t need that, i sighed.

“I know, i know that char, you just…have to notice the good things ok? The things worth staying for” i continued playing with his hair to try and distract him, i felt his tears soak my shirt. “Like, remember when we went to that record store? And you were going to buy me that Smiths record? Because of how much you loved it and how you wanted me to love it too, and when we went to checkout, this sweet old lady bought it for us, remember?” I felt him nod, my hand rubbed his back softly “or when we were in Sam and Patricks pick up truck? And we were in that tunnel, and the perfect song was playing, and we all felt-“

“Infinite, we felt infinite” he finished for me, i smiled, it was a relief, he laughed too.

After a moment of sitting in silence, comforted by each others presence, our heartbeats were the only thing we were able to hear, and our breathing had synced up.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me” he whispered, his hand fiddling with the fabric of my shirt.

“Pinky promise” i said, extending my pinky to him, he sat up and looked at me with surprise, a hint of glee in his eyes, i swear i could see the corners of his mouth upturn.

“Pinky promise” he replied back, linking our pinkies, we laughed, we laughed like we always used to, like two silly teenagers in love, we both leaned against the wall catching our breath, looking at the ceiling, our hands intertwined under the scratchy hospital blanket and his head resting on my shoulder.

I turned to look at him, i admired the upturn of his nose, his rosy cheeks, my attention turned to his lips, the subtle pink pigment on them, i could look at him forever and find new things I loved. I cupped the side of his cheek and he looked at me, he smiled softly and sat up straight, re gaining the advantage of him being taller than me, when he’s not slouched. My thumb stroked his cheek, his soft, cold skin leaning into my palm, he rested his hand on the back of my neck to push me more towards him, he glanced at my lips, i looked at his. I could smell his old cologne and a faint cigarette scent, his eyes meet mine, his cheeks take on a much more rosy tint than usual, it feels like one of those moments where you know that even though everything has happened, you still have each other, and you’re sure of it. His lips hesitantly press against mine, making me smile into the kiss, my hand tangles in his hair and his hand move delicately to my hips, resting them there softly, tugging me slightly towards him, his lips are soft against mine, slow, delicate, he hums as i tug his hair just a little, we tear from the kiss reluctantly, after all, this was a hospital.He smiled, i could see the spark in his eyes again, just a little, i couldn’t help but giggle a bit at his swollen lips

“What, whats so funny?” He laughed at me, amused

“Nothing just…” i shook my head, a grin plastered on my face. “You look very pretty thats all”

his eyes widened at the compliment, and his cheeks burned up as his smile faded and turned into a flustered smirk and looked down, regaining some confidence.

“….you too” he said softly, i tilted my head and pouted, it took a lot in him for him to say that, of course, he wasn’t the most confident person when it came to romance, but he always tried, because it was you. I kissed his knuckles gently and slipped back under the blanket, his head rested on my stomach and my hand once again began stroking his hair, his arms were tangled around my waist.

“Im always here for you Charlie, no matter what” i said, whispering, he had his eyes closed, he was surely asleep, but i still felt the need to say that. I knew he would know. I rested there a little bit, humming peacefully a bit more until he let out small snores, with his mouth slightly agape. I checked the time. 10:45. It was definitely time for me to go home, I didn’t tell my mum i was staying overnight and i didn’t want her to worry. I place a gentle kiss on his forehead, lingering slightly, but being careful to not wake him up, i slowly slipped out of bed, resting his head on a pillow, i stared at him for a little longer, then left.

He woke up a few hours later, panicking that he wasn’t in contact with you, that he didn’t feel your heartbeat, and didn’t hear your breathing.

“Ah Charlie, you’re finally awake dear-“

“Where’s y/n?” He cut off the nurse, looking around the room nervously, waiting for an answer from her.

“Who?” She asked with a confused smile, trying to be understanding

“Y/n, my…girlfriend” he said more softly, getting up hurriedly and going over to check outside

“Oh- Charlie- you shouldn’t go out! I think she left, i can have someone call her if you want?” The nurse stood in front of the door, and tried calm Charlie down. He wasn’t sure where you had went but he just knew he wanted you back, he realized how rude he was being to the doctor, so he calmed down a little and rubbed his eyes

“I just, i need her, i need y/n, please” he said, making his point with drastic hand gestures

“Ok, ok, I’ll have the receptionist call her darling, that sound good?” She asked, rubbing his shoulder

“Mhm” he nodded, not very sure of the nurse’s promise, he went back to his bed and patiently waited for you. He realized how that was the first time he had had a proper sleep since he got there, in your arms.

@iha8you

#charlie the perks of being a wallflower #the perks of being a wallflower #first fic #i apologize if its bad #emma watson #fic #charlie!reader #charlie

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Words: 4k

Synopsis: Jake insists that everyone should participate in a new drinking game, bets are made, and things almost immediately descend into chaos. You should definitely listen to "Roxanne" by The Police while reading this.

Warnings: drinking (not underage though), language, allusions to being physically ill 

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“Who’s ready to get this party started?” Jake whooped as he walked through Sam’s front door, his arms loaded with a crate of Coronas and a Costco-sized bottle of Jack.

“Aren’t we going to the bar?” Sam called from the dining room where he was sitting with Danny, both of them scrolling on their phones.

“Change in plans, Sammy boy!” Jake replied. He dropped the booze on the kitchen counter with a loud clunk and made his way to his brother’s side so he could beam down at him and Danny.

“You freak me out when you’re like this,” Sam looked up at his older brother.

Jake found his hands moving to Sam’s tense shoulders, where he gave them a loving rub. Sam only stiffened at his touch.

“I found a drinking game that we have to try before we set our sights on the bar,” Jake explained to the two. “It’ll be a lot of fun, I promise.”

“The last time you promised we’d have fun, Josh wound up in the emergency room,” Danny murmured just loud enough for Jake to hear.

“It’s not my fault he fell off the hiking trail,” Jake frowned.

“We were hiking it at night ,” Sam cut in. “And he thought he saw a mountain lion.”

“That’s on Josh,” Jake argued. “He should have known there hasn’t been a cougar sighting in Tennessee since the early 1900s.”

“I beg to differ, I saw quite a few cougars last weekend,” Danny joked.

Jake rolled his eyes at his bandmates and wandered over to Sam’s impressive turntable setup in the corner of the room. He grunted and, with an agonizing pop in his knees, squatted down so he was at eye-level with Sam’s album collection.

“It’s got to be here somewhere,” Jake mumbled to himself. Sam was known to be a tad bit over-obsessed with vinyl: over their years of touring, he always made an effort to duck into at least one record store in each town they played. Considering how many shows they had under their belts, he had accumulated enough records that he could probably open his own store if he wanted. The great thing about Sam was, out of the four of them, he had the most extensive taste in music. Sure, he was prone to beeline straight for the jazz section in each shop, but he also made a habit of grabbing things he had never heard of before, or never thought to listen to. Due to that, his record collection spanned across a pretty impressive range, from The Spinners to Amy Winehouse to Iron Maiden. This was why Jake was confident he would find a specific new-wave album.

While Jake sorted through Sam’s albums, Josh let himself inside, wearing his typical white long sleeve shirt and khaki pants combo, his hands unfortunately free of any booze. As he made his way deeper into Sam’s house, he slowed down at the sight of the Coronas and whiskey.

“Are we throwing a rager?” he asked the room. “I thought we were just going to the bar tonight.”

“Jake had a change in plans,” Sam reported to his older brother. “But he won’t tell us what he’s fixing to do.”

“I’m working on it,” Jake called over his shoulder. “One sec.”

Josh, Sam, and Danny watched Jake in a mixture of confusion and interest as he continued to sort through Sam’s stash, growing progressively more disheartened.

“Why don’t you alphabetize these?” he turned back to face Sam.

“I know where all the good ones are, why would I alphabetize them?”

“So I can find this stinking album,” Jake huffed. Sam took a hint and hurried over to Jake, kneeling down so he could scan through his collection.

“What are you looking for?” Sam asked under his breath.

“Outlandos D’Amour?” Jake replied so only Sam could hear. Sam leaned away from Jake for a brief second, shooting him a bemused look.

“I didn’t realize you were a Police fan,” he couldn’t help but poke fun.

“It’s for the drinking game,” Jake tried to explain. “It’ll make sense soon.”

Sam’s eyes danced over the album titles, trying to find what Jake so desperately wanted. Right when it looked like he was about to throw in the towel, Sam’s mouth hung open.

“Oh,” he whispered. “I do have it.”

“I knew you would,” Jake had trouble containing the large grin that was stretching across his lips. He watched in eager anticipation as Sam slid the album out from its spot on the lowest shelf, tucked off to the side. The album cover looked to be in rough shape, as if Sam had used it in an ultimate frisbee competition, but to Jake it was just water off a duck’s back. All that mattered was there were no scratches on the vinyl.

“I’m pretty sure I grabbed this one from a bargain bin in Scottsdale,” Sam remembered. “It was like a buck. I don’t think I would have bought it otherwise.”

“I thought you played bass because Sting is your Messiah,” Jake faked shock.

“Haha,” Sam rolled his eyes. He handed the album over to Jake and stood back upright so he could rejoin Danny and Josh and give them a confused shrug. Jake heard him mutter that he thought Jake was having a midlife crisis 25 years too early or something, but decided not to bite Sam’s head off since he was too focused on getting the music going.

“Grab a drink,” Jake said over his shoulder to the three, making an extra effort to motion back to the drinks he had gone out of his way to bring over. “The harder the booze, the more fun we’re gonna have.”

“I’m playing golf tomorrow,” Danny sounded apologetic as he opened the box of beer. “I  need to be clear-headed.”

“I’m going all in, Jake,” Sam countered Danny. “I’m definitely not playing golf tomorrow, and I want to be mentally tapped out if we’re gonna be listening to The Police all night.”

“The Police?” Josh looked confused. “Why would we listen to them?”

“It’s a drinking game,” Jake answered, finally turning around from the record player, which started to blast the first track of the album. He liked the feeling of everyone’s eyes on him as he moved into Sam’s kitchen, grabbed a crystal glass, and joined Sam’s side to pour himself a hearty helping of whiskey. “It’s about the easiest drinking game out there. We’re going to listen to ‘Roxanne’ and, every time Sting says, ‘Roxanne’, you have to take a chug of your drink.”

“How many times does he say ‘Roxanne’?” Josh looked worried.

“If I remember right, a fuck ton,” Danny studied his bottle, as if gauging how much beer he would have to drink through.

“It’s not gonna kill you,” Jake assured Josh. “This is meant to be fun.”

“You see,” Josh begged to differ, “whenever you say that, I always end up feeling like shit for one reason or another. It’s getting to the point where I’m starting to wonder if you pull shit like this just to put me through the wringer.”

“That’s nonsense,” Jake waved him off. “You just have bad luck.”

“Maybe. Considering I’m related to you and all.”

Jake scowled at his brother. They were constantly bickering back and forth like that, trading blows as if they were permanently trapped in a boxing ring, but he knew that Josh didn’t mean it. Their bantering was more a love language than anything else even though, to an outside perspective, it might have come across like they were mortal enemies.

The record moved to the next track and Jake turned his attention away from his twin to address the rest of the room.

“Roxanne is coming up next. Whoever taps out first has to pay for drinks tonight.”

“What if we all make it through the song?” Sam asked. “We’re not exactly new to this whole drinking thing. Hell, Corona is like lemonade to me.”

“Trust me,” Jake assured him, “one of us is definitely not going to make it.”

Just to make things especially interesting, he decided to squint his eyes at Danny to get him on edge. That seemed to do the trick since Danny’s shoulders shot up to his ears as he cradled his bottle.

“I’m good at drinking games,” he stammered. Instead of replying, Jake continued to stare. “I do keg stands all the time,” Danny continued to ramble. “This will be a piece of cake.”

“I say we place bets on who won’t make it,” Jake decided.

“My money’s on Josh,” Danny cut in, still looking like stress was on the brink of eating him alive. “Not me. Don’t waste your money betting against me.”

“Just because you said that, I’m gonna bet against you,” Sam said, reaching into his pocket and fishing a $20 bill out of his wallet to slap on the table. Danny fumbled around and got his own wad of cash from his jacket pocket, which he threw on top of Sam’s.

“You’ve obviously tried this out before,” Josh said as he studied Jake’s face. “And I feel like you weren’t able to do it, so you want us to try it as well and fail so you feel better about yourself.”

Jake was terrified of just how well his brother knew him.

“That’s your interpretation,” Jake attempted to give his best poker face. “I’m gonna bet against all of you.”

“Then I’m betting against you,” Josh quickly retorted, grabbing a post it note from Sam’s kitchen and a pen to scribble “IOU $10” out as his contribution. “I don’t have cash on me,” Josh looked around at his friends to explain.

“How were you gonna pay for drinks at the bar?” Danny asked.

“I was gonna steal some money from Jake.”

Jake shook his head and dropped a neat $100 bill into the money pot.

“Good luck stealing a Benjamin Franklin under my nose.”

“I’ve done it before.”

“Hey, wait a minute,” Jake started to complain at Josh’s confession when the second track faded and the opening chords of ‘Roxanne’ started to pulse around Sam’s house.

“Oh boy,” Sam groaned out. “Here we go.”

Jake readied his drink and looked around at his friends. Danny looked like he was on the brink of passing out from nerves, Sam looked excited, and Josh still seemed like a part of him wasn’t sure he wanted to participate.

I’m gonna drink you losers all under the bus, Jake eagerly thought to himself.

“Roxanne,” Sting crowed from the scratchy record. To Jake’s relief and joy, all of them lifted their drinks to their lips and tipped them back.

“Take a bigger swig than that, Josh,” Jake called to his twin, who had just barely stuck his tongue into his cup of whiskey.

“Hey, no peer pressure,” Josh barked back.

You don’t have to sell your body to the night…

“Roxanne,” Sting sang out again. Jake, with a bright smile, took another drink from his glass and felt the whiskey burn down his throat. He looked around and saw that Sam’s face was twisted in disgust at his own drink, but he still looked determined. To his surprise, Danny was already halfway through his bottle.

“This is doable,” Danny stated with utmost confidence right before Sting launched into his third ‘Roxanne’.

“You’re gonna take that back soon,” Jake told Danny.

You don’t have to put on the red light…

“Roxanne,” Sting sang again, causing all the boys, with the exception of Jake, to flail to bring their drinks back up to their lips.

“Best of luck to you, boys,” Jake raised his glass in a cheer.

“Oh no,” Sam’s face paled as it became increasingly clear that he suddenly remembered how the chorus of ‘Roxanne’ went. Josh glared Jake down and slowly shook his head.

“You evil, evil bastard,” he whispered right as Sting launched into the chorus.

Roxanne (Put on the red light)

Roxanne (Put on the red light)

“Jesus christ,” Sam choked on his drink.

Roxanne (Put on the red light)

“Are you okay?” Danny turned to Sam after downing his drink. He held his hand up to smack Sam on the back, but Sam looked at him and rapidly shook his head.

“I’m fine,” he croaked.

Roxanne (Put on the red light)

Roxanne (Put on the red light)

“I don’t know how you made it through that, Sam,” Josh commented as the song entered the next verse. Sam was looking a bit green to the face and, putting his head down in embarrassment, he rushed to the kitchen to fetch himself a glass of water.

“Is that cheating?” Josh asked Jake as they watched Sam gulp down the water and messily wipe at his mouth with the back of his hand.

“He’s drinking more than you are, so I’ll allow it,” Jake replied, motioning down to Josh’s glass, which was still half-full.

“I’m taking a good gulp every time,” Josh protested. Jake observed his glass again and made a clicking noise to disagree.

Danny had managed to drink through two bottles of Corona up to that point and, as Sting sang the verses free of any ‘Roxanne’s, he worked on opening his third bottle. While Sam was focused on his glass of water, Danny used the corner of Sam’s dining room table to pop the cap off.

“You’re going down,” he called over to Jake.

“Yeah, okay buddy,” Jake replied back. He was glad that getting under Danny’s skin had worked as well as it did. While Danny more often than not came across as the level-headed, mature one of the group, once his competitive side was brought to the light, he was like an entirely different person. Jake had learned that the hard way once when he and Danny went mini golfing: let’s just say you should never dare Danny to tee off at the windmill hole and then tell him there’s no way he can bust the golf ball through the windmill’s wooden base.

Sam finished his glass of water and let out a loud burp that nearly made him keel over.

“This is torture,” he moaned.

“You can tap out,” Jake responded, arching his eyebrow in a testing way while motioning towards the $20 bill Sam had deposited on the table.

“I’ll never hear the end of it if I do,” Sam frowned.

“Wanna switch to beer?” Danny asked. Sam looked to Jake to see if he would let him, and Jake gave a slight nod. The kid was trying his best.

“Yes,” Sam quickly said. Just as he got the cap off, Sting was back at it again.

Roxanne, you don’t have to put on the red light…

Everyone got back to it, taking their drinks and looking around at one another to see who was going to drop out first. Sam, obviously feeling guilty about quitting with the whiskey, made a concerted effort to down as much of his beer as he could before Sting got to his next “Roxanne.” Jake was about ready to call Josh out again for not drinking as much as everyone else, but he stopped himself when he saw that Josh was already pouring himself a new glass of whiskey. When the next “Roxanne” came around, Jake decided he needed to catch up to his twin, so he downed the rest of his glass. Was it stupid, considering they were seconds away from the chorus? Absolutely, but Jake needed to win this thing fair and square.

Roxanne (You don't have to put on the red light)

Jake snatched the whiskey off the table and, looking around at his friends with an air of confidence that even he acknowledged was over the top, took a chug straight from the bottle.

Roxanne (Put on the red light)

Danny finished his third bottle and hustled to get the next one prepared, but his hands were shaking as he struggled to force the cap off. Sam, looking as if the life was being sucked out of him in real time, motioned to Danny to hand him his bottle and, like a fucking heathen, unscrewed the lid with his teeth, spitting the cap off so it clamored to the floor. Danny took the bottle back from him, looking troubled.

Roxanne (Put on the red light)

To Jake’s surprise, Josh was actually drinking him under the bus. It was as if he was meditating while participating in Jake’s drinking game: his face remained stoic and, like a robot, he methodically raised his glass up to his lips at each “Roxanne”, tipped the glass back slightly, and easily swallowed the hard liquor. Then, he let in a deep breath, as if to recenter himself.

Roxanne (Put on the red light)

“My head is spinning,” Danny’s guard came down for a split second as he held onto the table for support.

“My world is spinning,” Sam agreed after accidentally knocking all of Danny’s empty bottles onto the floor.

Jake was still feeling good.

Roxanne (Put on the red light)

While it was obvious that Sam was going topple over and eliminate himself at any second, Jake set his sights on Josh. Not being the first to tap out wasn’t enough anymore: he needed to outdrink his brother. In that moment, that was all that mattered to Jake.

Roxanne (Put on the red light)

“I fucking hate The Police,” Sam sounded on the brink of tears.

Roxanne (Put on the red light)

“Their music stinks.”

Roxanne (Put on the red light)

Jake had his drinking down to a rhythm, right on time with the drum beat of the song. He could feel his cheeks flushing a vibrant red from the liquor, but his head remained placid and his stomach calm. He was far past the point where he had had to tap out during most of his attempts the night prior. He continued to watch Josh and, for the life of him, he couldn’t tell if Josh was showing any cracks. The fucker would have to back down at some point.

Roxanne (Put on the red light)

Josh had finished his second glass and held a hand out to Jake to pass him the bottle. As much as Jake didn’t want to, he handed it over and Josh took a deep drink from it before giving it back. Jake followed suit.

Roxanne (Put on the red light)

“How long is this song?” Danny cried in agony.

“It’s The Police,” Josh calmly explained after finishing his sip from the bottle. “Their music always fades out, so technically a Police song never really ends.”

“I hate you,” Danny turned to Jake. Jake could only shrug.

Roxanne (You don't have to put on the red light)

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Sam gargled from his side of the room. Danny hopped away from him in an attempt to preserve his white sneakers.

“You’re so close, Sammy,” Josh told him. Sam gazed down at his bottle in disdain, but nodded his head.

“I’m doing this for all the people out there who hate The Police,” he slurred.

“There you go,” Danny tried to encourage him.

Roxanne (Put on the red light)

It was obvious that Jake and Josh were having a drink off at this point in the song. They stood facing each other, only about a foot and a half away from each other, their eyes locked as they passed the bottle back and forth. Jake made sure to keep his gaze in a narrow squint as an extra step to get under Josh’s skin. It was mildly unsettling that Josh looked back at him with a bored look on his face, like he was daydreaming of being off somewhere else.

Jake was certain that he was sporting the complexion of the Kool Aid man, just based on how hot he felt, but Josh’s cheeks were hardly showing a light rosy color. Jake made a mental note to talk with Josh about how he managed to handle his booze later. He was really starting to feel like, genetically speaking, he had been given the short end of the stick.

Roxanne (Put on the red light)

Danny was onto his fifth bottle and, rather than carefully setting his fourth bottle down like he had with his previous ones, he slammed the glass to the ground so it shattered everywhere. Sam let out a small squeak which morphed into a hiccup, causing him to force a hand up to his mouth.

“Oh lord,” he said in between hiccups. “This is a nightmare.”

Roxanne (Put on the red light)

“You’re not finishing this,” Jake told Josh as he watched him take a long drink from the quarter-full bottle. “I’m the whiskey guy in this family. This is my game to win.”

“We’re all getting through this, Jake,” Josh told him. “Whether you like it or not, I’ve been playing this drinking game for years.”

As Josh said that, Jake started to choke on the whiskey he was in the middle of gulping down. Josh watched in wonder as Jake threw the bottle onto the table and started to thump at his back, coughing and gasping while his face somehow managed to turn even more red.

In between his tears, Jake could see that Danny and Sam were watching him with concern. On the contrary, Josh almost seemed to have a twinkle in his eye as he looked down at his twin, who was keeled over and letting out window-rattling coughs.

Roxanne (Put on the red light)

Sam and Danny took their final drinks as the song faded out and, in a shocking rush of adrenaline, Sam let out a loud whoop, which he automatically regretted.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” he excused himself, hustling down the hall.

Josh gulped down almost all of the rest of the bottle, but left a sip for Jake. Jake was still struggling to catch his breath and, in his moment of weakness, the booze had finally caught up to him. He hoped it wasn’t obvious to Danny and Josh just how awful he finally felt. His head felt staticky, his body ablaze, and his stomach was screaming out in protest.

“They said ‘Roxanne’,” Josh told Jake, shaking the bottle down in his face. Jake felt like he was on the brink of blacking out. He let out one last deep cough, finally clearing his throat, and looked at the bottle with a grimace.

While Josh’s expression had remained stoic throughout the entire drinking game, it unleashed into a face of childlike glee as Jake grunted and pushed the bottle away from Josh.

“Can’t do it,” Jake heard himself admitting.

“Oh my god,” Danny said from the other end of the room. “I out-drank Jake Kiszka.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jake waved Danny away. “Mark this day on the calendar or whatever.”

Jake felt his knees buckle and he somehow managed to awkwardly book it to Sam’s couch so he could throw himself on the cushions before he toppled over. With a grunt, he planted his face into the intricate stitches of one of Sam’s decorative pillows.

“How many bottles did you get through? Five?” Jake could hear Josh asking Danny.

“I told you guys, I’m good at drinking.”

“Try it next time with whiskey.”

The toilet in the bathroom down the hall flushed and then the sound of Sam’s bare feet slapping against his wood floor grew louder.

“So we all made it, right?” he asked to the room.

“Jake didn’t,” Josh replied. Jake could hear the beam in Josh’s voice.

“No way,” Sam sounded incredulous.

“Mmrph,” Jake droned from the couch.

“Someone’s paying for all of our drinks tonight,” Josh added.

“The only drink I’m having the rest of tonight is some Pepto Bismol,” Sam replied. “I don’t know why I agreed to do that.”

“That was pretty stupid,” Danny agreed. “I wonder how many times he says ‘Roxanne’ in that song. Wait, I’m gonna look it up.”

“I think it was a tremendous demonstration of determination, strength, and wit,” Josh announced. “A fine evening activity for us all, and an educational one as well. I feel so well-informed about who can handle their booze and who really, really can’t.”

From the couch, with his head still buried in the cushions, Jake lifted a middle finger in Josh’s direction. He was met with Josh’s jovial laugh.

“Twenty-six times,” Danny said to the room. “He sings ‘Roxanne’ twenty-six fucking times. And in three minutes too.”

“Jake,” Sam called to his brother, “that has got to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever made us do.” He thought on his words. “And that’s saying a lot,” he added.

Jake heard footsteps come closer to him and then felt Josh’s warm hand on his shoulder.

“I gotta say, little bro,” his brother cooed down to him, “it’s nice to finally be the one that doesn’t feel like shit.”

Jake could only manage to lift his head for a second to glare at his brother.

#greta van fleet #gvf #gvf fanfiction #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner #fanfic #Spotify

[liverobinreaction]

Can you imagine uncle Gerry?

First of all rich family friends so cancer in remission or even treated.

Secondly Gerry is atleast Eye aligned so he'll know the secret identity which would save Tim a lot of problems.

Thirdly the irony of Gerard Keay no.1 hater of Jurgen Leitner because of mommy issues getting along with Janet Drake daughter of Jurgen Leitner and guardian of Tim Drake grandson of Jurgen Leitner (both of whom are also no.1 haters of Jurgen Leitner because of daddy issues and intergenerational trauma).

Fourthly imagine Dick and Bruce being like, "ok how do we tell Tim that his beloved uncle allegedly skinned his own mother alive?" (In case Tim didnt create a fake identity for Gerry).

Fifthly i think Gerry would have killed Joker, not even for anything personal, maybe he saw an avatar of desolation and it was on sight? Maybe he was trying to get rid of a Leitner and accidentally killed Joker with it? Maybe he kinda missed a Leitner and Joker got his hands on it which ended up killing him? All i know is Gerry probably doesnt even know who Joker is, he just sorta accidentally got him killed (Jason comes back and he's like, "well it is shitty that Bruce replaced me, but atleast he killed the Joker." And Tim is like "uhhhh actually")

Oh my FUCKING GOD YOU ARE A GENIUS

you know i have to write this now right? RIGHT??? God. I know what im doing in my downtime at work tomorrow. Holy fuck

Uncle Gerry who chooses to leave the Magnus Institute and is adopted by the daughter of his hated (one sided) enemy. He's brought back home to Gotham and falls in love with it. He's introduced to Tim as his uncle Gerry, and Tim, who thinks Gerry is the SHIT goes hell yes. Uncle Gerry lemme show you all of my cool stuff. And gerry is awkward at first bc hes like uhhhh weird small (11 year old) child who wants him to paint his nails black too. There is a goth child tim phase is what im saying. His cancer is also immediately caught and treated, and he recovers

Anyway after the accident where janet dies and jack is in a coma, he finds out that theyve put him down as tims guardian. And hes like. Uhhhhhhhhh. Tim is distraught but he loves gerry even though he keeps trying to convince him to take up a safer hobby than being robin. It does not work, so gerry basically activates his 'baby monitor' (using the eye). Both bruce and dick are like. Tim. Tim. Why does your guardian have a criminal record of -checks documents- SKINNING HIS MOTHER

Tim points out the trial fell apart bc of a lack of evidence and bruce is going insane bc there was evidence!!! There was absolutely so much evidence!!!!!! But tim is like. Nah. Gerry wouldnt do that. Hes cool.

And YES HE WOULD KILL THE JOKER ACCIDENTALLY hed be held up or something bc ha ha funny goth man and gerry, channeling his inner elias, commits pipe murder. Either that or the eye is like hey you wanna do something funny? unscrew this lightbulb. So he does. And later when the joker holds up the store or something an electric failure causes the bulb to explode and a shard lodges itself into the jokers brainstem.

#bug replies #ask #anonymous #book collecting dust eating rat

[appetite4savage]

How I Met Your Mother (sequel to Singin’ in the Rain)

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Request from anon: sequel to singin’ in the rain :) enjoy sweet domestic Steeb

Steve’s POV

“Daddy, tell us again how you met mummy.” My beautiful blonde haired little girl, Sabrina, calls out to me from her side of the twins’ bedroom.

“Yeah, Dad! Tell us!” I look down at my son Alex beside me who is agreeing with his sister.

“Alright, alright.”

“Yay!” They say in unison.

“I knew from the moment I saw her that we were meant to be.” I smile down at my lap.

“Aw!” Sabrina interjects.

“So, I first saw her in the record store. She was looking at the Led Zeppelin records, so naturally I fell in love immediately.”

Flashback

I walked into my favorite record store just to browse around. Normally there’s only one or two other people in here aside from me, but today there’s someone new.

A girl.

She’s in the Led Zeppelin section, flipping through. She’s stunning. The most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

I clear my throat and move to the other side of the aisle. I keep stealing glances at her.

She looks back at me for a moment and catches me looking at her. She smiles before she takes her records to the register to check out.

She smiles at me once more before exiting the store. Good job, Steve. Blew your shot.

“You didn’t talk to her?” asked Alex.

“Sadly, no. I should have.”

My wife appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

“He definitely should have. Daddy was scared.” She laughs.

She comes and sits on the bed next to Sabrina.

“I thought his hair was the coolest I’ve ever seen.”

“Did you now?”

“I did. Not many other blokes with beautiful blonde hair like that around here.”

“Like mine!” Sabrina twirls one of her curls in her hand.

“Right, baby. Like yours. But anyway, where was I before mummy so rudely interrupted us?” I pretend to be thinking about it before continuing my story. The kids giggle and my wife shakes her head and laughs too.

“After that day, I was too scared to even come inside the store if she was in there. I waited on a bench across the street like a creep.” I shake my head. “Don’t ever do that, Alex.”

“He thought I didn’t notice him sitting there, but I always did.”

“Hey, who’s telling the story here?” I ask.

“But she’s right, I really had no idea she knew about me watching her. I finally got the courage to talk to her one day and it of course was the day of a massive thunderstorm. The rain was falling down left and right. Mummy didn’t even have an umbrella.” I raise an eyebrow and smirk at her.

“I won’t melt if I get wet. I don’t care about messing up my hair.” She teased.

“It takes a lot of work to have luxurious hair like this.” I flip my hair behind my shoulder dramatically and this makes the kids giggle.

“Shut up.”

“Mummy don’t be mean to daddy like that.” Sabrina says.

“I’m sorry. Go on.” She motions toward me.

“After we first interacted, we clicked immediately. She started to come to band practices and they all fell in love with mummy too.”

“Of course they did.”

“Once they found out how we met, it was all downhill from there. They still never let me live it down.”

“Uncle Joe even brought it up last week!” Alex said.

“He brings it up whenever he can. But yes, a couple years later we had two little brats, and the rest is history.” I smile and wrap my arm around Alex’s shoulder.

“And they all lived happily ever after!” Sabrina yelled as she jumped off the bed to hop in my lap, with Alex following.

My wife got off the bed and joined them, too, engulfing us all in a big bear hug. She kissed my forehead.

“That’s right. We lived happily ever after.” She smiled at me and pushed my hair out of my face.

Moral of the story, always take the shot when you have it.

#steve clark #def leppard #def leppard fan fiction #appetite4savage writes #def leppard one shot #steve clark imagine

[eddiescorrodedcoffin86]

Suds

Don’t judge me this is based off of Suds In The Bucket cause I’m in love with this song and it reminds me of Eddie so yeah. Eddie finally graduated. No pronouns are used for the reader.

Eddie Munson was the best thing that could’ve happened to you, easily, he was sweet, smart, funny, he got you out of your little shell so easily that it frightened you at first. Eddie had caught your eye your first day at Hawkins, and you were smitten immediately, but being in his first senior year, and you being a sophomore, Eddie didn’t take much notice, he’d give you a polite nod in the hallway but other than that, nothing else.

Until, after you’d graduated and turned 18, you’d seen him in the music store while buying an Elton John record, and after convincing yourself the worst he could do was say no, you walked over and introduced yourself, commenting on the BOC record he’d been holding. He practically fell in love with you on the spot, Hell, he was asking you out before you could even get the words together in your head.

After that, your relationship blossomed faster than either of you really could’ve imagined, you were more than happen to help Eddie study and do his homework so he could graduate, the two of you having huge plans for when he did. “I’m gonna take you out of this place.” He’d whispered one night, hovering over you in your bedroom, your parents sleeping soundly, blissfully unaware of the man that has at this point spent many nights in your bed, in just a matter of about four weeks.

“Yeah?” You’d smiled happily, playing with the ends of his hair. “Where you gonna take me?” You asked softly. Eddie grinned widely. “Well first stop is gonna be Vegas. Duh.” He teased. You laughed and raised your eyebrows. “Yeah? Why Vegas?”

Eddie licked his lips and grinned before straightening up, reaching into his pocket nervously. “Look… uh… I know it’s only been a few weeks.” He chuckled. “And we don’t have to. Obviously. I just uh… I’m pretty sure I want to. It’s like all I can think about when I’m around you.” He chuckled and shifted a little as he pulled a band out of his pocket. It was simple, a tiny diamond placed directly in the center.

The sight made your heart soar, sure it wasn’t a big diamond, but that’s not what you were focused on. You were focused on the gesture. The meaning of the ring and Eddie’s words. “I uh… I-I couldn’t find a box for it and uh..” he cleared his throat. “I didn’t have the money for a-a bigger one. I mean, this one came from a pawn shop out of town so, like, you don’t have to wear it. Isn’t it bad luck to wear a ring from a failed-“ you grabbed Eddie’s face and slammed your lips together, smiling widely. “Shut up and put it on me.” You held your hand out excitedly.

After Eddie slid the ring on, a giddy smile on his face, the only time you took it off was to switch what finger it was on so your parents wouldn’t notice, they didn’t know you were dating so wearing an engagement ring in front of them would be like wearing lingerie into a convent, they would explode.

When your parents saw the ring and asked where it came from, you’d managed to convince them your bestfriend had given it to you because it wouldn’t fit her hand, thankfully they bought it and didn’t ask about it anymore.

Your little sister was 14, and although was usually eager to throw under the bud for the sake of saving her own ass, kept your relationship with Eddie a secret after accidentally walking into your room while he was in there one day. That was when you’d found out your sister was in Hellfire, Hell, you didn’t even know she played DND, much less played it with your boyfriend. She was absolutely adorable in the Hellfire club shirt she’d spotted under her sweater, which was very obviously a size too big but she didn’t seem to mind.

Eddie’s graduation was extremely important to the both of you, unfortunately you couldn’t be there for it, it was a punishment, you’d broken curfew and when your sister lied for you, your mother didn’t buy it, when you wouldn’t tell her where you actually were she grounded you, and before she left that morning she told you to do the laundry, and despite your absolute hatred for it, you did, knowing that if you didn’t and you got back after your parents, you’d be in for a Hell of a lecture, and then likely sent to bed without dinner. Your sister, of course, was automatically deemed innocent, them assuming you did some kind of mental sibling torture to make her lie for you, and you didn’t blame her for disagreeing, you probably would’ve done the same thing at 14.

Naturally, though. Your worry was useless, because shortly after nine, you were scrubbing a sheet into the washing board she’d insisted you use, adding injury to insult, and Eddie Munson pulled up in that, now washed, Van of his and climbed out, still wearing his graduation gown, his cap wedged on top of his big hair, and diploma held in his hand as he stretched his arms out.

You immediately smiled and stood up, dropping the sheet into the bucket and running over to Eddie, jumping and wrapping your arms and legs around you. He caught you with a grunt, chuckling happily as his back hit the side of the van, his arms wrapping around you as he caught you. “Hey, beautiful.” He kissed you deeply.

You melted into the kiss, pulling him closer despite your soapy hands, smiling widely into the kiss as you giggled. “Hi.” You pulled back a bit, biting your lip as he set you down. You dried your hands on your shirt and grabbed the diploma, your eyes lighting up at the words on it.

“You did it! Edward Munson.” You cooed, your finger following the words as you read them out loud, throwing your arms around him again as you squealed. “Oh I’m so proud of you!”

Eddie grinned happily and kissed you deeply. “All thanks to you, baby.” He hummed happily, reaching into the van to pull out his Polaroid, pulling you close to take a picture with you, as it spit out the bottom you reached out and grabbed it, protecting it from the bright sun so it could develop.

“Now..” he pulled his cap off. “I believe we had a plan for when I graduated.” He smirked cockily. You smiled widely and giggled as you nodded. “Let’s go.” You grabbed his hand and tugged him into the house, Eddie watching as you pulled your hidden suitcase from your closet, already mostly packed, before throwing in the things you couldn’t pack without your parents noticing they were gone.

Once everything was packed you wrote your sister a letter, explaining to her where you were going, but to please not tell anyone yet, and that you’d call her as soon as you could. Then, you wrote one for your parents, short, sweet, and with a little Heart to sign it next to your first Initial. ‘Sorry but I got to go! -Y/F/I ❤️’

You laid your sister’s note on her desk, peeking out from under her notebook so she’d see it and read it, and laid the note for your parents on the coffee table. And then you were gone. The laundry still in the bucket, soaking when your parents got home with your sister.

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[brick-a-doodle-do]

I'll try and keep this shorter....maybe

I'm not sure what scene you mean I have planned but I probably do, except that would be a spoiler~

okokokokok

Irzayn has three different abilities...one with black mana (something no-one else has in any way shape or form), gold mana (healing), and red mana (blood magic)! The black mana is actually a living shadow. His shadow is alive. At first it has no real mind of its own, being very limited, but eventually becomes something VERY different and even stronger. He can teleport, store things, attack, make his steps completely silent, become intangible (slight spoiler except I'm not gonna explain the how :P)...that's all just in his shadow ability, which is his strongest. Healing is next--his healing can restore even lost limbs, including on himself, but for the most part when he's using it on himself his healing is limited to how well his natural healing would've been, which is how he ends up with scars from Vara.....

Varazae is so desperate not to say anything because he fell in love with Irza and is also scared the villain might kill him. It's revealed by pure accident one day because not long after Irza discovers Vara is Quickvine and for a short time both think they know something the other doesn't until it ends up spit out (in a way you'll have to find out~!). And actually, Vara isn't a pure blood either which would put him in danger if it was ever found out bc he's a rare mix.

As for his dragon form...someone does bc several people triggered it...and obv Ezephr was an extremely important trigger for it! His powers do become much stronger, namely his previously weak blood magic, which includes hypnosis and controlling blood. But why wait for that form? Irzayn destroys the city with a SINGLE attack before he's ever in a dragon form, and it's all Vara's fault (the poor cat boy didn't know what he was doing, he got falsely accused and Irza wouldn't listen when he tried to explain)

The heart-to-heart IS initiated by Voidshire (And I don't typically nickname him Void bc he names his shadow Void, which is the origin of his villain name--he got his name because someone heard him scream at Void, saying that name, to save him. Quickvine calls him ghosty and Voidshire calls him Viney). But it's one of the times he truly falls for Quickvine.

There's a hero association. The idea is bnha based but NOT the same for many many spoiler reason I shall not say. There are hundreds of heros in all cities and you can sign up once you're 12. The problem is that they won't let certain races even take the exams, they're turned around immediately.

His dad...is a HUGE spoiler for this story, so all I'll say is that he got blood magic from his dad and that the hero association is tied to both his sudden disappearance before Irza's birth (He doesn't even know he HAS a child), and the discrimination against dragonkin.

Now to Ezephr!

His hair color is natural, he doesn't hide who he is, and he doesn't need to because he ain't on record, which is part of his backstory. No costume. He has no friends and doesn't want any...he's like a yandere that kills his obsession immediately, not after thinking he's betrayed. He is insanely close to god level because of his power alone and would 100% reach a tie in a fight with one. His powers DO have an origin, which is part of his past. Lovely.

Kidnapping happens constantly and is what made Irza fall in love with Quickvine--they were in an argument/fight one day when Quickvine tracked him down yet again (Vara can tell where or when Irza uses his shadow immediately bc of how his races mixed so perfectly~!) But Ezephr kidnaps both of them and traps them inside a mountain maze where Voidshire has magic blockers all over his body but Quickvine doesn't bc Ezephr saw him as being weaker than an ant. Well, they were in a cage, but Vine got them both out and helped find the way out. There was a TON of arguing as they went through, where Vine kept refusing to take the magic blockers of bc he knew better than to trap himself with a villain stronger than him.

Also Irza knew about the stalking and obsession extremely quickly bc that angel is creepy. He can avoid being found out because of his shadow's special nature.

Ezephr's wings are red because he fell from grace, which started to turn them to a color similar to his hair, but then he murdered people and their blood soaked into his wings and skin, eventually becoming a part of his features and led to him developing a new power, which is bladed wings...he can send sword like feathers at people that cut metal. His other power, put simply...no magical attack can reach him. None. Nothing otherworldly. Only something physical can ever hope to reach him, but then you have to deal with his absolutely INSANE physical power. Irzayn beats him twice--once because Ezephr let him, and the next? Irza finally achieved the strength he'd always wanted.

His backstory? Is extremely complicated. Uhmmmmm....simply put, he was tortured since he was a newborn, forced to fight to the death many times and if he didn't kill his opponent or lost he wouldn't be fed. He was essentially taught that living creatures have no value. then when he was 12, he killed everyone in the research facility (super important spoiler mention) after developing a power, and escaped. Since he hadn't been taught how to be a person...he did what he did know, and slaughtered an entire city when he was 14.

Btw, angels in this world develop a power based on how they grew up. Their deepest desire becomes theirs, basically. Makes you wonder what invulnerability says about him...

ALSO

Something worth mentioning but no-one asked, Vara can control plants, but he can also talk to them. He's half sprite which basically means he is genderless (Or hermaphrodite but unlike a sprite he doesn't change forms for that), but wants to be known as a guy...and his other half is a cat person. Uhm. Like a cat walking around like we do and has the intelligence we do? They're also about the same size as humans and there's more than just cats. But this made him look like a beastman (person with animal ears, claws, and tail), so he went with it. He has three abilities too but they aren't mentioned enough. 1. He has sprite, so he can manipulate/communicate/grow plants at will. 2. Physical enhancement, which isn't strong and he uses as a trump card. 3. Sprite's ability to use illusions. He hides that he actually has furry hands and feet with this power since it would give him away.

I splurged. Maybe too much. I got excited. Took me an hour to put down correctly. Hope it's not too long @~@

Any other questions I can hopefully manage to answer shorter instead of smashing it all in one ask? I'm loving sharing this, thank you for reading it.....

I didn't mean to type this much tho

3D!!!! THIS IS THE SPLURGE EVER!! I LOVE IT >:DDD

"i'll try to keep this shorter" casually writes 1.2k words /lh /nmay

okay SO

ohh i see, are these all from his father? does his mother have any abilities (i feel like we covered this already but i can't recall–) orr is it all kinda mixed together, like i have curly hair despite no one in my family having it—is it like that in a sense where some random gene picked up in irza and he's acquired extra powers nobody in his family really knows about? also some extra pointless worldbuilding, other than his father, is he close to any of his other family members? are any of them even alive? i know with oc making the urge to make their family dead is reallll tempting lmaoo

oh oh oh also abt the shadow being alive thing, is that something irza can control, or is it just....completely free to do what it wants? if that's the case, a. does the shadow have a name and b. does the shadow like irza and/or does it help him in any ways?

pff i guess i should've read a little further– well then, i guess i'm still curious about both questions even though it was kind of explained to me dsfhbghfs

i gotta say those scars are pretty cool from what i remember,, is there any special occasion where he got them from vara or was it just a general bad occurence type thing?

ahh how does the blood magic work? did we already talk about that and i'm just completely forget about it? is it a...spoiler? :0

i gotta ask, are you going to likeee make a book out of this? write it on ao3? i'm pretty curious how far you're going to take this story !!!!

anddddd about vara's powers, him being a half-blood and all, how did he get his powers? (again i feel like we covered his parent's already but that may have been for something ENTIRELY different. my brain is not being helpful atm 😭) also vara is male right? i know for one post you used she so i used she but now we're back to he and i'm just kinda confused— not ur fault at all btw i totally get if it was a typo i just need clarification before i go misgendering our cat boy,,,

destroyed the entire city as in...destroyed the entire city? how the hell did they recover from that??? also i wonder if they'd blame vara or irza for that, because both seem responsible DSHGDS

OHHH i guess i could've read this over again before answering that other ask of yours– dshsfds void is fitting lmao

awwfdndjsgdsj ghosty and viney i love the hero & villain duo have cute lil nicknames, it always warms my heart >:D (and esp for these two!!! <33)

12 jeeeeez that is young for a hero!!! ughhhh that sucks, hero committees are usually useless anyways 😔 other than that obvious racism, how do they treat the heroes? are we talking the hero committee in clinic or something infinitely nicer? do they keep patrol on their heroes or generally just let them live?

ah, i see! well i'm excited to eventually learn about him, as long as it may take :] i'm happy with that little bit of info tho >:)))

DFSHFAK YIPPEEEE I LOVE HIM AND HIS KNIFE WINGS!!

goddd he sounds like such a bad person, i need to get attached to him immediately! :DD also that is some bomb natural hair, the color is stunningggg

so despite it being natural is it natural natural as was he born with it or does he dye it? if it's natural natural, is there a reason for it being that color? bloodline stuff? cause that sure as hell isn't a normal color senhgjfsd

huhh that sounds like an...interesting way of living, always being in a state where people fear you. honestly i'm surpised that he's so open about it. i totally get it and it fits him, but even then, with that little humanity he still has in himself, i'm surprised he doesn't have like at least some alter ego to get away from the stress and attention of being a(n almost) god.

ohhhhh more origins to learn,,, hypeeee!!! :0

ah yes kidnapping >:)

ah yes the good ol' kidnapping love story >:D

so when quickvine tracks irza, why is he doing that, if this was before vara fell for irza?

aaaa that sounds like such a fun bunch of scenes! honestly the ones where two rivals have to work together are always top-tier. like they know each other well enough to have the most banter-filled-hit-the-spot arguments. it's so satisfyingggg !!!!!!!!!!!!!

angel?? have we covered that before?? eze is an angel?

oh also another quick question about irza, is the shadow thing tiring? like does it drain him the longer he uses it? is there like...a recommended time to stay in it or smth?

okay there's no one power that can beat ezephr, but if people were to liiiiike...team up, would that theoretically overpower eze?

YOOOO THE STRENGTH HE ALWAYS WANTED? ELABORATE IF POSSIBLE??????? DOES THAT MEAN LIKE DRAGON OR SMTH?? 3D U CAN'T LEAVE ME AT THAT!!! >:VVV

😭😭😭 i'm going to be reluctantly answering the rest of this ask /j

oh yes there it is, the youngling torture that leads to a god complex!

mhm yes now i feel bad for him– backstories are the way to redeem a bad character. he doesn't really kill because he wants to, does he? there's got to be a more buried reason....he was raised to be completely emotionless, and was left to conquer the city at 14, a still very immature age if you think about it in retrospect. there's no way he was able to find flaw in what he was taught because there was no one there to teach it to him in the years where it mattered. poor guy :'(

what are his powers again? i want to over-analyze the fuck out of ezephr

ooh talking to plants, that's a power i haven't heard of!! :0

and gotta love those cat hybrids <33

okokok how tall is vara? i just have to know >:D,,,,, also follow up to that, how tall is irza? how about eze?

oooo these are all such cool powers! can i assume that vara only uses the physical enhancement just for when it's really needed? i've heard lots about irza, i'm curious about vara's side of things! i can assume he's more vulnerable and definitely weaker. does that mean that irza is typically winning their fights or does vara just get lucky? must know, this splurge was so long but i'm so ready for more!!! :000

#brickquiries #3d brickling #3d my beloved 🤗 #aaahh sorry this took 3 days!!! i'm so happy i got to analyze this thoooo i'm having a blast with these <33 #brick talks vaza

[hotflatrock]

Lost 80's Live at Mountain Winery

I love First Wave on Sirius XM. Full stop.  It’s my default station in the car, and I listen to it often at home. The music makes me happy, makes me wistful, gives me great memories from my youth. But weirdly, I don’t remember being that in tune with the First Wave blend of music during my youth. The Police were my favorite band in the 80s, sure, but I spent a lot of the 80s listening to music from the 50s and 60s, along with common 80s pop and whatever played on MTV. So why the station reminds me of my youth is a bit of mystery.

When I saw the lineup for the Lost 80s Live show, I was all-in immediately.  The show featured Trans-X, Musical Youth, Shannon, Stacey Q, Animotion, Naked Eyes, Missing Persons, Wally Palmar (of the Romantics), General Public, Wang Chung, with closing by Flock of Seagulls. I even dragged the wife, who has no interest whatsoever in 80s alternative. We had a little quid pro quo date weekend. Lost 80s Live for me, some college football featuring her alma mater for her. It was a pretty great weekend.

On the whole, the bands sounded terrible. Many voices were shot, some relied too much on the backing track. And I loved every minute of it. The wife said she had rarely ever seen me so happy.

Trans-X was unfamiliar, and unworthy of comment. Musical Youth used the backing track of their youth voices for large parts of Pass the Dutchie. I had no idea who Shannon was, but then she belted out the anthemic Let The Music Play. By belted out, I mean she relied on the backing track while shimmying around in an age-inappropriate dress. Stacy Q played 1 more song than everyone else, while only having one recognizable song. Still dressed like a teeny bopper in a lacy skirt, she also let the backing track do a  lot of work for her.

I know this sounds like a lot of bitching, but it was fun. You simply can’t get sick of someone if they are out after three songs.

Things picked up with Animotion, who were a lot of fun and sounded pretty good. Obsession is definitely a song I liked in the 80s, and it was great to see it live. Naked Eyes’ Promises Promises and There’s Always Something There To Remind Me sounded awful, but had the crowd dancing nonetheless. Missing Persons Walking in LA also got the crowd moving, although I never cared for that song.

The next 2 acts were the high point for me.

From my youth, I remember liking The Romantics’ Talking In Your Sleep. In college, however, I fell in love with What I Like About You. There was an 80s alternative station in Washington DC in the early 90s that played a lot of music that filled the early 90s for me: 10,000 Maniacs, Kate Bush, Crowded House. One day, they played What I Like About You, at the time over a decade old, yet I had never heard it before. When I got back to Berkeley, I frequented the local record stores, scouring the bins for a copy of the album that contained that song. I never found it, however, so I had to resign myself to some commercials that leveraged the song, and then, eventually, with some random 80’s alternative collection CD that included it.

The Romantics’ guitar-heavy, three-song set was an absolute blast. Like the others before, the voices were raspy, but the music was on point and dynamic. What I Like About You came the closest, throughout the night, of tearing the joint apart. The crowd was into it, at full roar, and people were dancing in the aisles.

Dave Waikling and General Public were an exception for the evening, in that they sounded fantastic. Most of Waikling’s band were youngsters, on point and in tune with the music. And Waiklint himself sounded pretty damn good. Tenderness was a blast. I liked their set so much, I went home and bought English Beat tickets a few weeks hence.

Wang Chung remains stupid. I don’t understand the appeal of that band, but appeal to the crowd they did.

Flock of Seagulls closed the show. The band became a joke in the 90's based largely on their hair in the I Ran video. Adam Sandler probably started it in Wedding Singer, with the same gag rehashed in countless other movies and TV shows. I remember I Ran from back in the day, as one of the many songs on the various K-Tel albums I bought back then (more on K-tel in a future post). But First Wave has taught me that they weren’t a 1 hit wonder, but rather a 3 or 4 hit wonder. I Ran closed the show, but Wishing and Space Age Love Song are still fresh for me, putting a smile on my face, and a dance in my shoes.

My one complaint is that I only just discovered this amazing retro tour in 2023, now in its 21st year in existence. And the guy who coordinates the show kept complaining about how tired he was and how ready he was to stop putting on the show. I can only hope it was just talk from the end of a grueling tour. But if it is not, I will continue to turn to First Wave as I start my car for my joyful, wistful flashbacks to an undermined time.