#i wanna lay in their lap and play guitar

[hairmetal666]

They start kissing on stage as a joke.

The night before the first time, they're at an afterparty, pounding shots, and Eddie is reading aloud a piece that just came out in Rolling Stone. "'One of the most noteworthy parts of Munson and Harrington's unlikely pairing is their chemistry on stage. It's like these two men--one on his way to being the latest metal god, the other an indie rock wunderkind--are two parts of one musical whole. Their singing, their playing, even their bodies twine and flow with assuredness; where one goes, the other follows without question. They share a single brain-cell and that cell is music'."

Steve giggles, pours some more Grey Goose into the glass. "If they say that now, could you imagine what would happen if we, like, kissed on stage or something."

"What the fuck, Harrington?" Eddie splutters, having just thrown a drink back.

"I don't know, other bands do it!"

Eddie snorts. "I'm cutting you off." He reaches for the bottle and the suggestion is forgotten for wrestling over the liquor.

Steve barely remembers it in the morning. Doesn't think about it at all as he gets ready to go out on stage.

They're playing one of the instrumental breakdowns when it happens. They're leaning into each other, Eddie smiling over his shoulder at him, their eyes locked, bodies moving together. "You wanna?" Eddie mouths at him.

Steve nods before the question actually registers and by then Eddie's warm, soft mouth is against his and he just-- completely forgets what he's doing. His hands still on the guitar strings, and he melts a little, going completely boneless when Eddie grips the back of his head, pulls him deeper into the kiss. t's over almost as quickly as it started, Eddie pulling away and swirling to the mic to start the next verse.

The kiss sinks into Steve's bones, and that's before it becomes a regular feature of their performances. After that night, they're never at the same time during the show, all initiated by Eddie, all over before he can catch his breath; each one chaste and surrounded by people but somehow more intimate than any make out.

He and Eddie, they're friends, bandmates, collaborators. They've known each other since they first started out, forging an immediate connection with they stumbled upon each other hiding out in the garden at some industry bigwig's party. And as much as he loved his friend, never once in that time had Steve considered wanting Eddie.

But now, now he falls asleep with the ghost of Eddie on his lips, goes into each show with a thrum of anticipation, catches himself thinking how beautiful his friend is when he's all rumpled and disheveled from a night in the tour bus bunks.

They've always been easy with physical affection, but once the kissing starts they're constantly in each other's space, idly playing with hair, laying across laps, heads on shoulders, twisting together on the tour bus couch. Steve is ruined with every touch, every moment; he can't get enough.

The first time Eddie uses tongue destroys every last piece of Steve's composure. They've added a new song to the setlist, a remixed version of Eddie's hit "Prince Charming". It's hard, heavy, sexy, one of Steve's favorites. And in the middle of it, right in the middle, Eddie shoves him against a low platform, kisses him like he's trying to own him, tongues twining eager and wet and full of sinful promise. It's like that every show after, Eddie kissing him deep and thorough, like he's trying to lick up every drop of Steve.

He is, unquestionably, fucked. Unquestionably falling. Can't properly fathom how he'd gotten himself here, desperate for Eddie's kiss, as performative as it may be.

They're packing up equipment after a show. Eddie's hair is piled in a messy bun and Steve is trying not to blatantly stare at the curve of his neck, the stray curls against his pale skin. Eddie's gesturing at something, says, "Can you grab those cords, swee--Steve?" He hands them over without thought, notices that Eddie's face is shining red. He's called away to deal with packing the guitars, forgets all about it, but at their next show, Eddie doesn't kiss him.

They don't talk about it.

Eddie doesn't try to kiss him again.

A week after Eddie stops the kiss, they have a night off between shows. He needs to get out of his head, goes out with Robin. He gets back fairly early, but all the lights are off in the bus. It makes him panic in a way it shouldn't; they've always done their own things. Still, he rushes on board, flips on the lights, his absurd heart beating too hard.

Eddie is curled up on the couch, face pressed to the pillows and covered with his hands. The panic kicks up a notch.

"Eddie?" He steps closer, slowly reaching out to grip Eddie's shoulder.

He jerks upright, earbuds slipping free, phone sliding down his hip. "Steve?"

His face is wet, tears actively slipping free from his eyes as Steve watches.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" His hands flutter around Eddie's arms and face, searching for bruises or wounds.

"I'm fine, Harrington," he chokes out. "Though you were out with Robin?"

"Yeah, I was, but Chrissy called. You know how useless she gets. But that doesn't--you--you're crying. What's wrong?"

Eddie's smile is a wobbly little thing, refusing to stick on his face. "Oh, you know, the usual. Fell for the wrong guy."

Steve forces down the gut churning hurt at hearing that Eddie's in love with someone, intent on comforting his friend. He tries to slip his arm around Eddie's shoulders, but Eddie shrugs him off. It jostles Eddie's phone again, slipping it toward Steve and activating the screen. He has a split second where he's looking at the cover of his own first album, before Eddie's snatching it out of reach, scrambling up from the couch.

"I'm fine." He swipes his sleeve over his face. "It's nothing."

And Steve is putting it all together, the being in love and listening to Steve's music, the kissing and how it ended.--

"Eddie." He sounds all wrong, choked and garbled.

Eddie doesn't turn around, is stuffing his feet into his boots. "I'm--I gotta go clear my head."

He walks towards the door and Steve just--"I've been obsessed with you since the first kiss," he says. Eddie stops, hand curled against the door. "We've been friends all this time and I didn't--I never realized. And then we kissed and--it's all I've been able to think about."

Eddie turns then, facing him, expression unreadable."Steve, what are you--"

"I love you. I'm in love with you." It comes out fast, all jumbled, but he can't stand Eddie leaving, not now.

"You--?" Eddie blinks, bites his lip. "That's not possible."

Steve smiles, can't help it. "It is, though. Turns out, I can't get enough."

Their eyes lock; neither speaks. Steve's heart pounds so hard it might spring free of his chest. Eddie moves first, crosses the small distance between them to pull Steve into his arms.

It's not a kiss, but Steve buries his face against Eddie's neck, breathing him in, feeling the echo to the pound of his own heart. "How long?" Steve asks.

Eddie's soft laugh vibrates through him. "Since I saw you walking in that garden and thought, 'jesus christ, Prince Charming is real'."

Steve pulls away to stare at Eddie in disbelief. "But that's--your--the song?"

"They're kinda all about you, Stevie. But that one most of all." Eddie whispers. His eyes glisten.

"Fuck, Eddie." He doesn't mean to whine, but he's not in control of his voice anymore. "I'm sorry I didn't--" He shakes his head. "I'm all yours, Ed. Whatever you want."

Eddie's thumb catches against Steve's bottom lips, eyes transfixed on his mouth. "Everything, sweetheart. I want it all."

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #bandmates steve and eddie #musician au #fluff #angst #eddie munson has a crush on steve harrington #oblivious steve harrington #eventual mutual pining #kissing on stage #it's a joke. until it isn't #this is because boygenius won a bunch of grammys #all award shows are fake and the grammys are the most fake of all but still #if the tour bus is rockin' etc etc etc #grey goose got your girl feeling loose

[thepastdied]

Amped Up (p.1)

18+. MDNI. Smut.

perv!virgin!eddie munson × virgin!fem!reader

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Eddie loved to tease himself while you studied. He would watch as you sat on his bed, books littered across the mattress as you flipped between them. You were his best friend, and it was so wrong, but he loved it. It was easy to do this when you were so focused on your work. You were so oblivious.

His legs would be spread wide, his guitar on his lap to hide his aching hard dick that pressed against his skinny jeans. His mouth opened as he let out a silent breath, watching the way your tongue darted out and slowly licked the spit that collected on your bottom lip as you chewed on your pencil.

"Fuuuck" He hissed.

You looked over, raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry. Just uh.. dropped my pick." He held up the worn-out guitar pick before giving you a cute, dopey smile, his cheeks making his eyes scrunch up.

His smile quickly disappeared when you went back to your book, biting his lip harshly as his hips slowly grinded up into his guitar. He watched the pencil press against your plush lips and wished it was his cock. 

You raised your arms to stretch and twist around, groaning at the pain your back was in. He bit back a lewd comment as you moved to lay on your stomach, your ass on display to him. God, he fucking loved those little pink pajama shorts. They hugged your ass perfectly, usually getting swallowed up cause of how short they were. He pushed his guitar down and swallowed hard. His heart rate picked up when you started to kick your feet up in the air, the movements causing your shorts to ride up on your ass even more. 

"Oh God, keep going baby." His eyes were half hooded as he fell more into bliss. The chair he was in began to squeak lightly as he bucked up into his guitar faster. It went unheard as the music he put on (purposely) drowned out his panting. His eyes trailed from your ass to your thighs. He wished he could have those wrapped around his head as you pulled his hair and came in his mouth. God, he was close. His thigh muscles flexed as he held back a moan, his eyes moving back to your ass and noticing your panties now peeking through. Of course you would wear lace. 

"Ugh! I fucking hate this!" He jumped a little when you slammed your book down, your ass jiggling at the movement and making his hips stutter. You shook your head in annoyance before moving to another book, licking your finger so you can open to a certain page.

"Holy fucking s-shit." He began to breathe faster, though remaining quiet. His hand quickly darted to his stereo, turning up the music a little louder.

His knuckles turned white as he gripped his guitar hard, pushing it against his cock. His leg kicked out from its previous bent position, muscles flexing as it shook, his body jerking. His cum exploded into his boxers, a guttural moan vibrating in his throat as he scrunched his eyes shut tightly, entire body jolting at the intensity. His hand accidently hit the strings, causing a loud shrill to echo throughout the bedroom. He choked on a breath before opening his eyes and looking over at you. You ignored him, eyes darting across the page of your book, figuring he was probably mad about fucking up a chord.

Eddie wiped a shaky hand across his forehead, moving his sweaty hair back that stuck to it. He looked down at his guitar, slightly moving it back to see a sticky wet patch of cum on his jeans, a string of wetness connecting to the surface of the guitar. 

He quickly untucked his baggy shirt to cover the spot on his jeans. 

"Hey sweetheart, wanna take a break? Want to see you play with my guitar." His tongue rubbed against the inside of his cheek to hide his smile. 

You tilted your head at him puzzled. "Uh, sure." 

He grabbed his guitar by the neck and held it up toward you. "Take it." 

You grabbed it and pulled the strap over your head. He licked his lips, feeling his dick start to get hard again knowing that his cum was now on your shirt. 

next part->

I had to rewrite this because tumblr deleted my first post of it. Fuck you, tumblr. It's probably not as good as the original, but I tried to write it out as quick as possible before I forgot. Enjoy

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[urhoneycombwitch]

blurb based on this anon everyone say thank you anon <3

(No pronouns used for R)

On the fourth night in a row of you sleeping like shit, Eddie takes matters into his own hands.

He makes it his private quest- Operation Fair Maiden’s Slumber- to get you to sleep and stay asleep. Unbeknownst to you, he’d started earlier that afternoon, casually handing you a mug of chamomile tea along with your paperback. You both stay curled up on the trailer’s couch with your respective books for awhile, your legs in his lap, his warm palm stroking up your thigh, until the sun dipped low enough to warrant turning on all the lamps in the room. 

He makes you a proper, robust dinner- pasta and garlic bread, a carb-o-load for the ages to try and lull your stomach into hibernation. When the dishes are done, he asks if he can play you a song.

You get cozy in Eddie’s bed, blanket around your shoulders, while he sits cross-legged on the floor, plucking through the strings to tune. And when you’re settled, he starts playing- first it’s an old Fleetwood Mac song that he knows is your favorite, followed by a Bob Dylan single that he’s always found kinda hokey but he likes the way you close your eyes with the feeling of it.

All the while he keeps his singing soft, the melodies gentle, glancing up every so often to confirm you’re nestling deeper into the blankets. When he thinks you might’ve drifted off, he stealthily sets his guitar aside and climbs carefully onto the bed- only to startle when your eyes pop open, seemingly wide awake.

“Those were really nice songs,” you tell him, wrapping the blanket around you both so that he can lay across your body. “Thanks for giving me my own concert. I’m so lucky.”

“You deserve it, angel,” he says into your collarbone. As your arms wrap around his frame he slips his hands under your shoulders, cuddling into the warmth of you. “You want a bedtime story, too?”

When you nod, Eddie launches into a memorized monologue of the first chapter of Alice in Wonderland. It was one of your favorite books as a kid, so he’s hoping that the kick of nostalgia will be enough to send you off to dreamland.

And at first, he thinks it’s working- the small movements in your waist and shoulders he takes as a sign of your body settling into the mattress. But when the plush of your hip rolls against his crotch, he stops mid-sentence, affronted- “Baby... You’re supposed to be sleepy, not horny!”

“I can be both,” you pout, pulling Eddie towards you so that he’s forced to hover over you, his hair creating a curtain around your faces. “You’re just so handsome and sweet and I wanna thank you for your hard work…”

Your hand trails down his chest, against his stomach, and Eddie’s quickly losing the plot to his quest as you graze against his already half-hard clothed cock. 

“You’re s’posed to…” his forehead dips to crush against yours, hips rolling into your hand automatically. “Tryn’a get you… to sleep…”

“An orgasm would help.” You stretch up to press your lips against his, and he kisses you back, a little whimper in your throat swallowed up by his mouth.

Eddie doesn’t totally abandon his quest, in the end. It just gets re-titled:

Operation Give the Fair Maiden One Two Three Orgasms. For Bedtime. 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #e.m. thots from lu #eddie munson blurb

[thatdeadaquarius]

Ok but polygot reader who's like a pro singer who sings im all the languages they know all across teyvat cuz y not <3

Having a duet with yunjin and xinyan

Harmonising with barbara

Singing for nilou's dance

I WANNA SING LULLABIES TO MY CHILDREN SO BADLYYYYYYYY

Orah my beloved genius you <333

LMAO SORRY I JUST HAD TO USE THIS GIF

Orbit: Short Headcanons-ish

Stars: mostly Mond/Liyue characters, mentions of other singers/musicians

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: none known. & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

☆

U get to sing a solo with Barbara yes!!

but u know whats more important? whos more hype abt ur songs/diff languages???

Venti.

Venti is.

Venti is vibrating with barely contained manic energy

poor guy is sick of always being familiar with songs, nothing is "new" to him, but ur songs?? they're from a different world, and he can't know any of them!!!

Venti's has a surprising amount of strength in those noodle arms bc ur suffocating in his hug rn-

He is constantly begging asking you to sing for him, sing in public, he'll put you on the Barbatos statue hands just so everyone can hear you,

constantly pleading politely requesting if he can lay in your lap under the Windrise tree while you sing slow songs

Hogs you from Barbara, Klee, and anyone else in Mondstadt who would want to personally hear ur singing/duet with you lmao

u had to bring in the cavalry (Rex Lapis/Zhongli) to get a week away from him lol

luckily the retired god was more than motivated to bring u to Liyue, after all he spends a fair amount of his time listening to operas/music

DUETS DUETS DUETS!!

Yunjin blew ur eardrums out of excitement the first time u copied her singing perfectly, kidnapped u for an entire week of festivities where u were the special singer guest <33

Xinyan looked at you like u hung the stars in the sky for both playing a little guitar/singing to her rock music (as she's used to instrumental rock so far bc its been just her)

Qiqi, Klee, Yao yao, Diona all ask (in their own ways lol) for lullabies,

they each wanted you to sing to them every night but it wasn't possible... so u got cloud retainer to invent a machine to record some lullabies you've sung in each of their countries languages so they can sleep 🥺<333

and the dancers.

you cannot escape the dancers.

Nilou, yunjin, eula, gaming, ayaka, doesn't matter, u cannot have peace.

u will sing for them all at some point, u will have repeated performances, u will attract crowds, u will be going on a world tour

(Lyney has also kidnapped u for his magic shows to show off ur singing in French)

☆

finally scheduled a post and am able to rlly get at my asks more frequently now thank goodness

im so ready to open ask box again 😭😭

hope u guys have a fun Tuesday!! :)

Safe Travels 0rah,

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[luvkaulitz]

★ STARBOY

summary : Tom Kaulitz as your lovely boyfriend 🤭

author's note : first post on this account so please give me requests if you have any 🫶

Tom is HEAVY on calling you petnames, it's so rare for him to actually say your name

He prefers hugging you from behind but he doesn't mind normal hugs.

you were humming a melody while chopping vegetables to put in your pot that was filled with boiling water before you felt strong arms wrap around your waist. Tom rested his head on your shoulder and kissed your neck. You smiled and stopped chopping the vegetables so that you can reach for his head and caress it. “I've missed you so much baby.”

Always asks you to shower with him. You two don't have to end up doing anything sexual he just likes your company especially when you massage his hair with shampoo for him.

He doesn't wanna admit it but he loves to sleep with his head laying on your chest. It's the most comfortable position according to him.

Lil pervert would buy you new bra and panty sets.

“Tom what's this?” You lifted the shopping bag filled with stuff. The bag read ‘Victoria Secret’ on the front which gave you a good idea on what it could be but nonetheless you wanted to ask him. “Open it and try it on, I got some in your favorite color."

Teaches you how to play the guitar if you want to learn how to.

You definitely met his family and they loved you. His mom would ask where you were whenever he'd come to visit.

JEALOUS JEALOUS BOY. You're good looking at he knows that so of course he'll get overprotective whenever he catches a guy flirting or staring at you. He'd wrap his arm around your shoulder and kiss you infront of them.

Loves to tease you, doesn't even matter what way he does it. He thinks it's hilarious

Sometimes he'll ask if he can do your hair for you.

If you're a singer he's 100% ask you to sing for him while he plays his guitar.

You're around Tom so much that the band treats you like their 5th member.

He would definitely wink and point at you in the audience if you came to one of his concerts. That dork doesn't care what other people think, he loves his gf and he's not afraid to show it.

CALLS YOU HIS MRS

“Tom who are you talking to that's making you blush so hard?”

“Oh you know, my Mrs”

He would definitely talk about you and your guy's relationship during interviews.

Prepare yourself because Tom isn't Tom without making a sex joke.

During modern times (2023) he'd be on tiktok/ig live with bill and Gustav while you're in the background doing whatever. His fans would ask about you and in return he'd answer them by pulling you on his lap so they could see you

Tom scanned the comments before reading one out loud. “Where is y/n?” Tom looked beside him with his signature smug face and pulled you down onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin against your shoulder before looking at the camera and speaking. “Here she is.”

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[roseluxxx]

Come on in.

- Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) X Reader

Warnings: 17+ content, sexual mentions, sexual actions, not explicit like full on but high key rubbing, language, british people

Word Count: 1k

Before Reading: Hypatia was a beautiful philosopher who was killed by men after she gained influence over a Roman ruler, You are dating alr in this and you come over to his place for the first time.

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“Aight, come on in; it’s messy but it’s sum’.”

The room was littered with colorful, sporadically placed punk rock posters with great philosophers and artists, including Van Gough and Hypatia, scattered throughout them. You followed Hobie in as he went straight for his bluetooth system, changing the music to one of his favorite songs.

*Wow. Never thought you'd know Hypatia, much less like her." Hobie nodded mindlessly as he scrolled through song after song, switching between an infinite amount of genres that had no correlation.

"Yeah, men are dicks. She was a brilliant mind; would've loved me you know.”

You laughed in agreement, plopping on his bed as you took in every painting on the ceiling and pattern filling the room.

“Damn, this place is amazing." Your comment was met by a laugh, almost a scoff as he tossed you his spotify playlist and told you to pick something, he didn't care.

"Amazing is an understatement. This place is art." He shoved his hands in his vest pocket and stalked to the bed, having half the mind to kick his shoes off before he made himself comfortable.

You observed the clashing colors and wonky furniture pieces that seemed not to go together until you looked at it from exactly that angle. They weren't meant to go perfectly hand in hand. Except that some of them did. Didn't look like a set but the textures and patterns matched beautifully.

Whipped out of your trance in an instant, you looked up to see Hobie snapped his fingers in-front of you, a bored look on his face.

"Hello? Anyone home? If ur tired just take a nap I don't mind, truly.”

You shook your head, grabbing his hand out of instinct and pulling him closer to you.

"I'm not tired but if you wanna lay down for a bit.. whatever."

He smirked, “Yeah it's never whatever with you but.. whatever."

He slid in next to you, laying on his back as you cuddled up on his chest, his hand finding your hair and playing with it loosely.

The windows placed on cornering walls had their blinds open just enough for the last rays of the golden sun to shine on the bed. Thankfully not in your face.

You finally spotted Hobie's guitar when you felt his hand slip under the hem of your shirt.

You looked up to a face still staring at the ceiling with an almost bored expression (but you caught the glimpses of a knowing smile peeking through).

Oh.

You guided your hand on top of his, pushing it that much further down your torso as you tried your best to steady your breathing.

Feeling his other hand pull a pillow to cover his lap from behind him, you urged his hand lower.

Faster.

A mumbled curse fell from his lips and he flipped himself over on top of you, facing you head on and removing his hands in favor of placing them right beside your head.

"Let's not play games now, yeah? I know what chu’ want," he looked at your lips distracted before he refocused himself, "and frankly I want the same. So let's not have a jest and be honest about it."

He sat up, grabbing your hand to let you follow suit as he let a few feet of distance separate you two.

"Just be honest with me darlin’.”

You took a deep breath. He was right. Just be honest.

" want you to fuc-"

Ok not that honest.

"I want you, Hobie."

He smiled, your face growing hotter by the second.

"Now that’s what I like to hear, yeah?"

He was on you in a moment. The soft fluttering kisses he laid across your face, starting at your forehead, made your heart pound. You extended your neck, closing your eyes as you let soft breaths fall when he crossed a particularly sensitive area.

He kissed down your collarbone, his hands falling to the hem of your shirt as he stopped instantly to look at you for any signs of hesitation. You nodded softly, a small smile leaving its mark as your shirt came swiftly off.

A moment passed as he just sat and admired you, his eyes roaming your body in an almost shy way. Like he's received a gift he's not used to getting but has never been so thankful to get it.

"Thank you," he whispered it like a prayer. Like a secret he's telling to just you.

"Hmm?"

He looked up, making eye contact at last as he repeated the phrase. You nodded telling him if he doesn't get on with it you'd never stop teasing him.

He does. Slowly. Sensually. Taking his time to explore every part before he reaches for your sweatpants and is met with a frantic halt and you sitting up on your elbow, an alarmed look blasted across your face.

"What? M’ going too fast? If you want you can take off my-"

"No, no- I mean yeah i'd love to- i mean, you know, if you'd want that but-“

Hobie takes your hand in his, a gentle expression staying on his face. “Nah, come on, get out of it. What’s up?”

You sighed avoiding eye contact as you allowed yourself to get to the point for once. Mumbling, you told him the issue, "it's just that i haven't shaved and i know we haven't talked about it but-“

Hobie stopped dead in his tracks, his face slowly lighting up with realization and.. laughter?

He evaporated in a contained outburst of chuckles as he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Baby, be honest with me, yeah? I swing around saving the world, almost dying a dozen times a day, and you think i'm gonna get scared off by a little hair on my girl?"

You let your shoulders relax, resuming breathing though you never noticed you had stopped.

You laugh softly, pushing your hair out of your face as your body physically relaxed.

“Yeah, I didn't think about that."

He tugged on your waistband and you helped him take your pants off, letting him kiss down your stomach and skip over to your inner thighs, moving down to your knee as his fingers traced patterns over your skin.

“Fuck you’re beautiful, you know that?”

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Thank you for reading!

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[munsonsprincess11111]

I've got you.

Eddie munson x hopper!reader

Summary: Eddie dating reader who faints. You randomly faint. Eddie knows its a medical condition and just always seems to know.

Your sat at your desk listening to your teacher talk. She's explaining something to do with algebra. Instead of listening Eddie's drawing in his notebook and up your arms. He's smiling until he looks up at you. He sits up straight keeping an eye on you.

You take a deep breath in your eyes roll and you faint. Eddie catches your head putting a hand on your shoulder to keep you from falling off your seat. The teacher is aware this happens so she doesn't bat an eye. Eddie's stroking your shoulder as your eyes slowly open. You don't lift your head leaving it in Eddie's hand.

Eventually you lift your head up blinking and looking at Eddie. "You OK?" Eddie askes taking your hand. You nod laying your head on his shoulder. Eddie finally starts taking notes but not for him for you.

-

Your sat on Eddie's bed in the evening. He's sat on thr end of his bed playing guitar. Your admiring him as he moves his hands up and down the guitar effortlessly. Your eyes feel heavy and before you can say anything to Eddie you faint. He looks over hearing the sound of something hitting the bed to see you laying down.

He sets his guitar down and lies back and takes your wrist checking your pulse. "Pulses good." HE mumbles to himself. He slids a pillow under your head and strokes your hair. You slowly open your eyes and glance up at Eddie who smiles down at you stroking loose hairs out your face.

"How long was I out?" You ask quietly your hand moving to find Eddie's.

Eddie glances at his watch "3 minutes." Eddie answers kissing your head. You nod moving closer to him. He strokes your head as you slowly drift off to sleep.

-

You walk over to the hellfire table standing next to Eddie where he is sat. He's talking to the boys about the campaign Friday. You place a hand on his shoulder to which he takes and holds. Dustin then begins to talk so he looks up at you. Concern crosses his face and he stands up.

He pulls the chair a but further out he was sat on signalling for you to sit. You take the seat glancing up at Eddie who's stood right in front of you. You take a breath in and pass out. Your head lays on Eddie's stomach and his hand cradles the back of your head.

with his free hand he checks the time and then your pulse nodding before talking to the boys again. He's running a hand up and down your neck as your eyes start to open. You lift your head and look at Eddie who's glancing between you and his watch.

"You with me babe?" HE askes holding your cheek and you nod smiling at him. "You was out 2 minutes" HE says crouching down to eye level with you. You nod leaning forward and kissing him. He smiles and hugs you to which you hold him back.

-

Your sat on the floor in Eddie's trailer. Gareth Dustin and Jeff are squeezed on the couch. Dougs in the recliner and Eddie's in the kitchen. Mike ditched to call his girlfriend, and luck ditched for his basketball friends.

Eddie comes walking in and starts the movie sitting on the floor next to you. You make it a quarter of the way through the movie before you squeeze Eddie's hand. He looks at you and knows your not doing good. Your eyes roll as you breath in and faint.

Eddie catches your head and slides over slightly. He manovers you, so you're lying with your head in his lap. Face towards him, and he's stroking your head. Eddie keeps glancing down at you. You finally come around and put your hand on Eddie's.

"6 minutes had me worrying honey." HE whispers looking down at you. You slowly sit up with the help of Eddie. "Wanna lay in bed." You mumble. Eddie nods and stands up. He helps you up draping your arm over his shoulder he helps you to his bedroom.

You lay in his bed as he covers you. "You gonna be OK baby?" HE askes nose to nose with you. You nod and kiss him. He enters the living room and lays across thr floor. If you need him he knows you'll call.

-

You walk into the living room with Eddie behind you. You were both heading out for the evening to go to the movies and then lovers' lake. You walked into the living room, and hopper was sat on the couch.

"OK were gonna go be back by midnight." You say suddenly feeling light headed. You try to ignore the feeling suddenly brushed it off. "Alright have fun don't do anything illegal that would look really bad." You dad jokes.

He glances at you looking concerned. "You OK kiddo?" HE askes ans Eddie looks at you concern also crossing his face.

"Yeah un yeah we're gonna. Gonna..." but you cut yourself off as your eyes roll and you faint. Lucky for you Eddie has fast reflexes and catches you as you do. His arms hook under your arm pitts. He holds you for a second before slowly laying you on thr floor.

"6:07" Hopper says standing from the sofa checking the time.

"Her pulse is good." Eddie tells hopper and be nods. Eddie sits by your head lifting your head slightly and shuffling do your head can lay on his lap instead of the floor. "I'll go grab her some water for when she comes around." Hopper nods walking into thr kitchen.

After a few minutes of finger tapping your eyes slowly open and you look up to see Eddie. "Welcome back." HE says with a cheeky grin. "Solid 5 minutes babe." HE says glancing at his watch.

Hopper walks back in and wets the water on the side. He crouches next to you. "How about we have five minutes in the couch first?" Hopper says ans you nod.

He puts his hands out and helps pull you up. Once your stood hopper keeps gold of your hand as your other holds it to. Eddie stands up and puts his hands on your waist as you let go of your dad. He helps you onto the couch where you sit for five minutes.

Then you finally leave. Even though every so often it feels like Eddie's babysitting you its still the best night ever.

-

" 'm telling you sweets your a bigger drama queen." Eddie chuckles. Your both sat in the woods at thr picnic table eating lunch. Getting away from your friends every once in a whole was nice and just spending some time together.

"Mmm am I really?" You giggle. Eddie nods like a child and continues talking. You don't feel it even happening. But you faint. Eddie attempts to catch your head even though your opposite him. But fails as you nearly go backwards.

"Woah OK, sugar." Eddie says, grabbing both your hands that are luckily on the table. Keeping a hold on your hands he sits in thr table and slides next to you pulling you into his side. He checks your pulse and the time and nods.

His heart rate coming down from you nearly falling off the table. He has both his arms around you and his lips to your head. You lift your head up and look at Eddie frowning and blinking. "When did ya get around here?" You mumble

"When you nearly went backwards off the table. Gave me a fucking heart attack babe." He chuckles kissing you.

"Sorry, how long was I out?" You ask smiling at Eddie. There was not enough words to describe how much you loved this boy.

"4 minutes." HE says kissing you again.

"Mmm, guess I am the bigger drama queen." You laugh sipping your water.

"I love you so much" HE laughs sitting in the table.

"I love you so much too." You smiles back slipping his ring on your finger. He smiled watching you as you laid your head in the table.

He would be there for you whenever and however he could.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie m #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson x yn #eddie smut #eddie x reader #eddie x you #rockstar eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things

[matty-bear]

“Why’d you stop?” [M.S]

Type: blurb! 

pairing: guitarist! matt sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: sfw, VERY fluffy 

summary: matt couldn’t help the tiredness overtaking his body as you played with his hair.

notes: based off an idea in my head-canons! be on the look out for drummer! chris hcs! hope you enjoy reading this. :D 

WC: 522

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your boyfriend was in a very clingy mood today. however, he couldn't let it get the best of him considering how he needed to learn and get this song down on his guitar by tomorrow. so in order to somewhat cure this clingy mood of his, matt sat in between your legs while you were sitting up in bed scrolling endlessly on your phone.

the second the male situated himself against you and comfortably set his guitar in his lap, you didn’t hesitate to card your fingers through your boyfriend's soft, chocolate brown locks. you pulled at a few strands here and there when you began to massage his scalp, earning a few content hums from him. 

after a few moments, you noticed that the tune matt was strumming on his guitar progressively grew slower and slower. 

“love?” you whispered, your voice soft and low as your fingers momentarily halted in his hair. 

“why’d you stop?” matt mumbles, the hand that was once ‘strumming’ the strings coming to rest on top of yours that’s buried in his hair. 

“baby, don’t you wanna go to sleep? you seem a little tired.” you inquirer, a small smile spreading across your lips as you start to run your fingers through your boyfriend's hair again. the second you do so, matt drops his hand from yours and completely leans against you, his guitar completely being forgotten and discarded on his lap. 

“maybe a little nap. need to get this down before tomorrow...” you could barely make out the male’s reply due to his speech slurring from his tiredness. 

“do you want me to put your guitar up so you can get more comfortable?” 

“mhmm...” 

you land a small peck on matt’s temple before you slowly sit him up and scoot out from behind him. as you slip off the bed and go to grab the guitar off matt’s lap, you can’t help the growing smile on your lips as you watch the male tiredly rub his eyes. you quickly make your way over to the guitar stand next to matt’s setup to set the instrument down before you climb back in bed. 

the second you get back behind him, the male leans back against you. you watch with a soft gaze as he curls up on his side and grabs for one of your hands again. 

“keep playing with my hair?” your boyfriend asks quietly. 

“of course, love. come lay down and i’ll keep playing with your hair.” you reply, discarding your phone on the nearby nightstand and laying down on the soft mattress. matt lays on top of you, his head resting on your chest, before he reaches for your hand again. 

a faint giggle escapes your lips as you pull the covers over the both of you, your hand immediately going back to play in matt’s hair. you hear the male hum contently as he snuggles into you, basically melting at both your touch and your body warmth. 

“i love you…” 

“i love you too, baby. get some rest.” 

before the last statement escaped your lips, matt  had already fallen into a deep slumber.

#matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt x reader #matt sturniolo blurb #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris x reader #chris sturniolo fluff #nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo fluff #nick sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo fluff #sturniolo fandom

[andvys]

We'll burn the sky | part six

Warnings: a lot of angst, mentions of suicide (reader's dad's death), mentions of drug abuse, absent parents, mentions of cheating

Pairings: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!fem!reader | Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

Summary: after finding out the truth about Eddie, you struggle with your feelings and your trust in him.

Words count: 7.6k

@littledemondani thank you for the idea with the *cough* kiss *cough*

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When you were 7 years old, you watched your mother pack your clothes into the pink bag your dad gave you for your birthday. You were crying, holding your favorite plushie against your chest as you stared at her. 

“Please mom, I don’t want to go,” you said to her, “I wanna stay with you.” 

Your mother didn’t listen and if she did, she didn’t care. She threw your clothes and your shoes in there, not even bothering to fold your shirts or your pants. 

“I can’t do this anymore.” Is all she said to you, letting the tears fall down her pretty face, “he can take better care of you.”

“I don’t want to live with Dad, he’s never home.” 

Your words meant nothing to her. She continued to pack your clothes until they were all stuffed in the bag. She grabbed your hand and led you to her car. She dropped you off at your Dad’s house. She gave you one last hug and a goodbye kiss on your forehead before she left you standing in the rain, crying for her not to go, not caring that he wouldn’t be home until later that night. 

That was the last time you had seen her. Sometimes she would call or send you a letter but that’s all. She never gave you an explanation as to why she left you. 

You weren’t shocked, even at the age of 7, you could tell that she struggled with you in her life, you saw it coming. 

At the age of 12, you watched your dad being hospitalized after a concert. He collapsed on stage after performing the last song of the night. You watched him sing from backstage and when you saw him passing out, you didn’t even hesitate to run towards him, brushing Sam’s hands off of you when he tried to pull you away from your dad. 

They told you that he was dehydrated and tired and that is why he had passed out but you weren’t clueless. Even then, you already knew what he did when he locked himself in the bathrooms and came out wiping his nose.

You weren’t shocked about what happened that night. 

He was an amazing dad and when you moved in with him, he did everything to make you happy. He spent as much time with you as he could but he was a suffering person and you knew that it was only a matter of time before he left you too. 

At the age of 15, you watched your best friend choosing others over you. She began to pull away from you more and more, every day. Always making excuses to cancel plans with you. She’d tell you she was sick but then you’d see her making plans with other people, with girls that didn’t like you. 

That didn’t shock you either. 

At the age of 17, your life changed forever. 

On Christmas Eve, you came home after visiting Sam and his family. You brought the cookies that his kids made, the ones that your dad loved so much. You placed them on the counter before you went looking for him, thinking that you would find him in his office. 

You could still smell his cologne and the pine from the christmas tree that stood in the large living room whenever you thought of that day. 

A dreadful feeling settled in your stomach when you didn’t hear his voice or the sound of his guitar playing. 

He wasn’t in his office, he wasn’t in his bedroom either and deep down you already knew what you would find. You called out to him with a shaky voice as you neared the open bathroom door. You opened it fully and the sight in front of you made you want to throw up. 

Your dad was laying on the bathroom floor, needle still sticking inside his skin, his eyes were closed, he was already gone.

You ran towards him and dropped to your knees, you pulled his dead body into your lap and cried for him to wake up even though you knew that he would never wake up again, he would never open his eyes again, he would never come back again.

What you found that night didn't shock you either, you saw it coming. He had been dead for a long time already, what was left was only an empty shell.

But nothing, absolutely nothing could have prepared you for this moment. 

You stand frozen in place, your heart is racing in your chest, you feel the emptiness in your stomach starting to eat at you. The coil in your throat makes you struggle to breath. 

Her lips are moving but you can’t hear what she is saying. 

You blink, furrowing your brows as you tear your eyes away from her and look into those brown eyes that you have found home in. He is staring at you, looking into your eyes with shock, sadness, panic, regret and guilt, the guilt that has been there so many times, the guilt that you couldn’t explain until now. 

And even though she is there and other's are rushing past you, no one else exists in that moment but the two of you as you stare into each other's eyes.

You are confused and lost. There is no other emotions yet, just endless confusion.

Your eyes trail down to her hand that is resting on his chest, her body is pressed against his, she is smiling as she looks up at him, not realizing that he isn’t even listening to a word she is saying.

Your breath gets caught in your throat when you notice that his hand is laying on the small of her back. The hand that had been holding yours a few moments ago. Your eyes find his again and you can’t even hide the shock on your face. 

You don’t need words, you don’t need an explanation, you don't need to ask questions to find out what this is. 

She is his. He is hers. They are together. 

How long have they been together? How long has he been keeping this from you?

Chrissy.

His voice calling her name echoes in your mind.

Chrissy. Chrissy. Chrissy.

You have heard that name before.

He feels sick, he feels like crying, he feels like taking your hand in his and running away, not even caring about the girl in his arms, that one he hasn’t thought about once today. 

His heart aches in his chest when he sees the look on your face.

He pleads with his eyes, he blinks as he feels the tears welling up in his eyes. 

‘What have I done?’ he thinks to himself. 

“Eddie…. Eddie!” 

Chrissy’s voice pulls him out of his thoughts, he tears his eyes away from you and looks down at her. Blinking the tears away, he tries to give her a smile but he can’t, he only looks at her in confusion. Why is she here?

She smiles at him and snuggles into his chest, “aren’t you happy to see me?” 

He doesn’t answer her, he looks up at you but you are gone. Panicked, he starts looking around for you but he can’t see you anywhere. 

He closes his eyes, a shaky sigh falls from his lips.

You let your feet carry you towards the others, who are waiting to go on stage. None of them notice the confused and shocked look on your face. Gareth and Jeff are joking around, Johnny occupies himself with his guitar. 

The opening act is still playing but you can barely hear anything, you feel as though you are underwater, hearing the faint voices coming from somewhere on the surface. 

Your chest is rising up and down heavily. 

You don’t understand. 

“You okay, kid?” Rob asks, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

You flinch and he raises his hands up in surrender, “whoa, it’s just me, y/n,” he mumbles. The boys turn around to look at you after hearing his words. Jeff furrows his brows when he sees the lost and confused look on your face. 

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks, taking a step towards you, “did something happen?” 

The confused look stays in your eyes as you stare at him. Does he know? 

“Where’s Eddie?” Gareth asks, looking at you in concern. 

Rob places his drink on the equipment cart before he takes a step forward, “kid, are you okay? You’re about to go on stage. Do you feel sick or nauseous, do you need something–” 

“Oh shit,” Jeff mumbles as he catches the sight of Eddie, holding Chrissy’s hand as he walks towards you. 

“Fuck,” Gareth sighs with an unreadable look on his face. 

Your stomach drops. Closing your eyes, you let out a laugh of disbelief. They all know. 

The only clueless one is your manager, he looks around with confusion written all over his face. 

Jeff mumbles your name as he tries to place his hand on your shoulder but you slap it away with an angry sigh. 

“Hi, guys.” 

You hear her voice and it makes your heart ache even more. 

“Hi.. Chrissy.” 

You feel so much hurt and so much anger but you refuse to let them see it right now, you refuse to let these feelings take control of you right now. 

‘Pull yourself together,’ you think to yourself. Taking a deep breath, you plaster a smile on your face and turn around to look at the girl, you have yet to speak to. 

Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see Eddie shifting uncomfortably. 

Her eyes meet yours and a smile appears on her face– a smile, you can tell, is not genuine in any way. You can see the distaste in her eyes, the jealousy, the coldness, “hi, I’m Chrissy. I’m Eddie’s girlfriend.” 

Girlfriend. You want to throw up. 

“Girlfriend?” you ask with a smile on your face, “Eddie never told me he has one and he usually tells me everything, right Eddie?” you say without looking at him. 

She blinks, squinting her eyes, her lips twitch, “I-I’m sure he told you, after all he wrote all those songs about me,” she says, tilting her head as she looks you up and down. You can see the judgmental look in her eyes. 

He wrote the songs about her? You want to scoff, you want to laugh, you want to scream and cry. He wrote the songs before he came to Los Angeles, he wrote the songs when he was still in Hawkins. All this time, he had been with her already, when he met you, he had already been with her, when he touched you he was with her, when he kissed you he was with her, when he said all those things to you, he was with her.

“What songs?” you laugh, shaking your head. You watch the anger appearing in her eyes, her lips part and she’s about to say something when you cut her off. 

“Oh, you mean the songs that were shit? They didn’t even make it on the album, honey.” 

Eddie can’t even be hurt by your words, the songs were shit but he feels surprised. He stares at you with a slightly shocked look in his eyes, just a few minutes ago, you stood there with a heartbroken look in your eyes and now there was nothing but a coldness in them, he has never seen before and it scares him. 

Rob raises his brows, he places his hands on his hips and looks around with wide eyes. 

Gareth clears his throat, he looks down and starts playing with his drumsticks. 

“Didn’t you listen to the album?” you ask. 

She shifts uncomfortably, playing with the hem of her skirt as she looks up at her boyfriend. He looks back at her and you look down at his hand, she is holding it but his hand is limp in her touch. 

“It’s not my style,” Chrissy mumbles, giving you an icy glare.

"But he wrote those songs about you," you tilt your head, pouting slightly.

She hates you, you can tell that she does. You can see it in her eyes.

She only shrugs in response.

You nod, “well, I hope it won’t be too wild for you tonight,” you mumble as you give her one last look before you turn away from her and Eddie. The boys are all avoiding looking into your eyes and you scoff at them. 

Reaching for the glass of whiskey that Rob placed on the table. 

“Wait–” Rob mumbles but quickly stops when he sees the anger in your eyes, waving his hand, he turns away from you. 

Eddie watches with a bad feeling in his chest. 

You slam the now empty glass back on the table and take a look at him, “better get your good luck kiss, Munson,” you mutter as you reach for the red microphone on the table. 

His lips part, he wants to say something but no words come out. 

The soft look in your eyes long gone, all there is now is the angry, betrayed and cold look in your eyes and it breaks his heart. He wants to take your hand, he wants to leave this place, he wants to explain everything, he wants to pull you into his arms, he wants to kiss you again and beg you to go back to the way things were.

Everyone notices the shift of energy. Everyone notices the anger and the intensity in your voice. 

You don’t change anything about your performance with Eddie, you let him touch you the way he always does, you let him pull you closer, you let him touch your waist, you let him lean his forehead against yours, you let him sing in your microphone with you. 

You can feel his fear, his regret, his guilt. 

He can feel your anger, your pain and the stiffness in your body when he lays his hands on your body. 

The anger and the rage is so clear in your voice and in some weird way, it makes you even better. 

Usually, you engage with the crowd a lot more but tonight, all you see is Eddie. You look into his eyes with so much anger, it makes him nervous. 

The pain doesn’t hit you until the last song- the one that you have spend so much time working on with him. The realization that floods through you makes your heart hurt the way it never has before. Everything begins to make sense. Why he never told you, why they boys never told you. 

He used you, in every way possible and the realization makes you feel sick.

You let him take your hand as you say your goodbye’s and you let him keep holding your hand when you exit the stage. You see Rob staring at you in concern and you see Chrissy staring at yours and Eddie’s hands with anger in her eyes and it only makes you even more sick. 

He has a girlfriend, he had one all this time. 

You rip your hand out of his. 

“What was that?” Gareth asks you in excitement, blind to the angry tears in your eyes, “you were fucking fantastic out there tonight!” 

You huff in anger as you rush past all of them, ignoring his words, or Jeff’s or Rob’s as they all call out to you. 

Eddie follows you with his eyes, fear and worry lingering in his eyes.

Chrissy walks towards him with a smile on her face, “hey–”

“Hold on,” Eddie mumbles, not even looking at her, “I’ll be right back,” he says before he runs after you. 

“Eddie!” Chrissy yells in disbelief. 

You slam the door shut and walk further into the room. Breathing heavily, you put your hands on your head. Your bottom lip quivers and your vision blurs, your eyes fall on the couch you kissed Eddie on, just a few hours ago. 

“I’m crazy about you.” 

“There’s no other like you.” 

“I fucking adore you.”

Lies. All lies. 

You felt pain before, you felt heartbreak before but not like this.

You feel the tears welling up in your eyes but you refuse to cry. You scoff in disbelief and shake your head angrily.

“Sweetheart.” 

You freeze at the sound of his voice. You hear him closing the door. You don’t even bother to blink the tears away before you turn around to look at him. His bangs cling to his sweaty forehead, his hands are shaky, his eyes are filled with regret. 

For a moment, neither of you say anything. You just stare at each other. He sees the pain in your eyes, the pain that he has caused. 

He walks towards you slowly, you don’t move, you just blink as you stare at him in confusion and disbelief. 

He stops in front of you, “I can explain.”

You frown at his words, your bottom lip quivers, a fresh wave of tears well up in your eyes as you stare into the eyes that once brought you so much comfort. 

Explain? Is he serious? What is there to explain? 

You don’t even notice that your tears have started to fall. He cups your cheek and wipes them away. 

His touch brings you nothing but pain. 

You push him away from you, “don’t fucking touch me.” 

Hurt flickers in his eyes, “sweetheart–” 

“I’m not your sweetheart!” 

“Please,” he whispers, “don’t do this.” 

“Do what?” you scoff, shaking your head. 

“Don’t push me away,” he whispers. 

His eyes are glassy, filled with nothing but guilt and pain. 

“What the fuck, Eddie?” you mumble as place your palms against his chest, pushing him further away from you and he lets you, he doesn’t fight it, he just closes his eyes as you keep pushing him back until he is pressed against the same door, that he pushed you against when he kissed you, “what the fuck?” 

“You have a fucking girlfriend? What the hell is wrong with you?” 

He blinks, looking away for a moment, he sniffles, bringing his hand up to his face to wipe his tears away. 

“Why are you crying?” you ask angrily, “why are you fucking crying? You lied to me all this fucking time! You lied about your fucking feelings, you lied about the shit you said to me earlier!” 

He shakes his head.

“I never lied to you about the things that I said. I meant them,” he says as he cups your cheeks again, “I meant them.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you whisper, staring at him in confusion.

He shrugs.

"How long have you been with her, huh?"

He looks down, brown eyes flashing with guilt, "two years," he whispers.

You laugh in disbelief, "two years and you haven't mentioned her once."

You know why, you know exactly why he didn't tell you.

“I-I didn’t want to,” he says, “I didn’t think that anything would happen between us, I-I fought the feelings for a long time but I– I couldn’t fight them any longer and I couldn’t, I just couldn’t tell you because I knew you wouldn’t want me anymore if I told you about her."

"How dare you talk about feelings?” you ask, not even feeling the tears anymore, “you fucking used me, you did so from the start!” 

“What? No!” he shakes his head with wide eyes, “I never used you!” 

“Yes, you fucking did! That’s why you never told me about her! That's why the guys never told me! You used me for everything! You used me for the songs, you used me for this fucking band, you knew who I was– who my dad was! You needed me and you needed to make sure that I stayed, that’s why you spent so much fucking time with me, that’s why you made me like you, that’s why you made me fall in love with you!” you scream at him, your voice heavy with emotions, your eyes filled with nothing but disgust and anger for the man in front of you. You don’t even care about hiding your feelings anymore, you don’t care about hiding the pain or the anger. 

Eddie only stares at you with a shocked expression on his face, he blinks and stands frozen in place. 

He knew you liked him, he knew you liked spending time with him, he knew you liked touching and kissing him but he didn’t know that your feelings were as deep as his. 

“Using me for the music wasn't enough, you just had to go even further, huh? Was I her replacement? You needed someone to keep your bed warm?” you cry, throwing your hands up. 

He doesn’t say a word, he just stares at you as tears slip down his cheeks, not knowing that he makes it all even worse with his silence. 

You sniffle, your chest is filled with so much pain and you begin to struggle to breathe. 

How could you let this happen? How could you not see all the clear signs? How were you so blind? 

He talked to her when you were there, Chris. 

“Chris…calm down! Please.. just stop calling her that.” 

“I’m not coming home, don’t you get it?”

You shake your head at the memories. You can’t even look at him and the broken look in his eyes, you turn away from him as a sob falls from your lips. 

His heart shatters at the sound of it. His own tears run down his face, he rushes towards you, hands itching to touch you and comfort you. 

You want to pull yourself together, you want to stop crying, you want to push him away and walk out of the room but you can’t. Right now, you can’t, it all hurts so much. 

You feel his hands on your cheeks again, he tilts your head up, “I never used you, not in any way, you hear me?” 

“Yes, you did,” you whisper angrily, “you all did, I was a big fucking joke to all of you! You needed me for this stupid band, you said so yourself, remember? And while you were at it, you decided to use me too because she wasn’t there!” 

“No!” he pulls you closer, you can feel the shakiness of his hands, you can see how much he’s hurting too, “that’s not true, at all!” Yes it is, no one and nothing can convince you otherwise. 

You close your eyes and shake your head, the stiffness in your body disappears and you melt into his touch, you’re exhausted. Eddie leans down, his lips touch your cheeks, he kisses your tears away, “please, that’s not what happened. I– we never used you. I wanted you right from the start, I wanted you in the band, I wanted you with me,” he mumbles against your skin. 

“Just stop, Eddie,” you whisper even though you want to yell at him and push him away from you. 

He continues to kiss your tears away as you stand there frozen in place. 

“Please, just stop,” your voice breaks and so does his heart. One look into your eyes and he knows, he lost you. 

“I’m done with this,” you say shakily, “I’m done with you.” 

His bottom lip quivers, his face falls and just the sight of him alone is enough to shatter the last piece of your already broken heart. 

“Please.” 

“Stay away from me, Eddie,” you whisper as you take one final look at him before you turn away. 

His shoulders slump as he begins to cry harder, he wants to follow you, he wants to take your hand, he wants to pull you into his arms again but all he can do is watch you leave. 

You grab your jacket and wipe your tears away before you open the door and walk out with fresh tears in your eyes. 

Betrayal and heartbreak is all you feel. His tears, his pleading eyes, his words, his touches didn’t convince you. You don’t believe him, you don’t believe a single word he told you. 

You feel stupid, you feel like a fool for falling for him, for believing him. All this time, he led you on. 

Using you for the music was one thing but using you to fill the hole that she left when she wasn’t there was another. 

You press your lips together to keep yourself from sobbing. Putting the jacket on, you walk away, not bothering to look for the others. You don’t want to see them, you don’t want to see anyone. You don’t want to go on the tour bus, you don’t want to go back into the hotel room that you have shared with Eddie. 

“Y/n!” 

You clench your jaw at the sound of Gareth’s voice. 

“Wait up for me!” 

You halt in your tracks, closing your eyes, you take a deep breath. You turn around and tilt your head as you look at him.

His hair is wet and he changed his clothes, you can smell his aftershave as he stops in front of you. His eyes widen a little, guilt flashes in them, he speaks your name softly. 

“What do you want?” you ask. 

The anger rises up in you again. He pushed you into Eddie’s arms, he did everything to bring the two of you together, all while knowing about his girlfriend. 

“I-I.. shit, I didn’t think this would happen.” 

A look of disbelief settles on your face and you can’t help but laugh at his words despite the burning in your eyes. 

“Well, what did you think would happen, huh?” you ask, not caring about the prying eyes of the staff. 

Gareth sighs, looking down, “I just, Eddie likes you and you like him, I just wanted.. to help.” 

You scoff, shaking your head, “help? You helped real fucking good, Gareth. He had a girlfriend all this time and you what? You thought that it would be fun to convince him to cheat on her with me?” you point to yourself, “the fool that fell in love with that asshole?”

He shakes his head with wide eyes. 

"No, I-I thought he would leave her, I didn't even know that they were still together, you were so close, I thought it was over."

Bullshit.

“What a fucking shit show,” you mumble before you walk away to look for one of the security guards that will get you out of the venue. You don’t want to be around any of them tonight. 

-

Eddie walks out of the room after wiping the tears off that continued to fall after you left.

“There you are,” Chrissy says as she walks towards him after leaving the conversation with Rob. 

He plasters a smile on his face as he looks at his girlfriend. 

“Is everything okay?” she asks, reaching for his hand. 

He nods, “yeah, everything is okay, Chrissy,” he lies. 

She furrows her brows and stares at her boyfriend, “you know, I thought you’d be happier to see me.” 

“I am happy, Chris,” he mumbles, “I’m just tired.” 

A breathy sigh leaves her lips, she stands on her tippy toes and places her hands on his chest as she starts to kiss his neck, “are you really? I missed you,” she purrs as she continues to kiss his neck, “I thought we’d make up for lost time tonight.” 

Eddie closes his eyes, he places his hands on her waist and sighs, not out of pleasure but out of frustration. He can’t do this, he doesn’t want to do this. 

“Come on,” he mumbles, “I just want to go back to the hotel.” 

She gives him one last peck before she pulls away. 

The smile he gives her is so painful and forced, he is surprised that she doesn’t question it. 

“I didn’t know you were planning a surprise.” 

“I uh–” she lets out a quiet laugh, “I’m actually here for Aubrey’s bachelorette party, we’ve been here since monday.” 

“Oh,” he nods. Of course she didn’t come here just for him. 

“How are things back home?” he asks to fill the awkward silence between them.

Her blue eyes flash with something unreadable, she looks away for a moment before she looks back at him with a sheepish smile on her face, “good.. yeah, they’re good.” 

“Do you see Wayne sometimes?” 

She laughs a little as she shakes her head, “where would I see him, Eddie?” 

He frowns at her words, shrugging, “at the store?” he suggests, “family video? I know you love to get your movies there.” 

She looks down, “I never see him around,” she shrugs. 

Leaving the venue was always a lot, fans were waiting outside, hoping for an autograph or a picture or more and usually, everyone would stop to engage with the fans but everything was different tonight. Gareth felt guilty after the conversation with you, giving his fangirls nothing more than a few smiles and hugs before disappearing in the tour bus, Jeff signed a few poster and so did Johnny but Eddie walked straight into the tour bus, trying to shield his girlfriend from the prying eyes and the paparazzis.

Eddie doesn’t mind the fans but he hates the media, the flashing lights, the prying eyes and the questions that are constantly thrown at him and at you. 

As he looked around, he noticed that everyone was there but you. 

“Where’s y/n?”

“She already left,” Rob says with a pointed look on his face, “with one of the security guards.” 

“Oh, okay.” 

-

You felt angry on stage. 

You felt angry when you talked to him. 

You felt angry when you talked to Gareth. 

You felt angry on the way back to the hotel. 

But the moment you stepped into your hotel room and turned the lights on, your eyes fell on the bed that you shared with Eddie earlier, all the anger disappeared and all you felt was agonizing pain in your chest. 

He left his things here, the shirt he wore earlier is still on the bed, his sunglasses are still on the dresser, his leather jacket is draped over the chair. One of his necklaces laying next to yours that you have taken off this morning. 

You close your eyes as you lean your back against the door. 

You are still in disbelief, still in shock. You feel like a zombie as you waltz through the room, throwing your jacket on the chair by the window, you take your boots off and throw them on the floor. You collect some fresh clothes before you make your way to the bathroom to take a shower. 

Usually, you are excited to wash the sweat off from performing all night but tonight, you just want to wash his touch off. As though that could ever be possible. 

His touches, his kisses are burned into your skin for eternity.

You stand there for what feels like forever, your legs almost give out and you have to sit down to keep yourself from falling. You pull your knees up to your chest and let the water fall down on you. 

You sit there until the room is filled with steam and the heat gets too much. 

The tears don’t appear until you stare at yourself in the mirror. 

You brush your hair and stare at the marks that Eddie left on your neck, the tears begin to fall, staining your cheeks once again. 

He touched you and thought of someone else. 

He kissed you and had her on his mind. 

You were nothing but a placeholder. A body to keep his bed warm. 

He was using you while you were falling in love with him like a fool.

You feel sick, you feel like screaming your lungs out, you feel like destroying things, you feel like destroying yourself, you feel like punishing yourself for being so stupid and blind.  

You turn off the lights and leave the bathroom just as a knock on your door echoes through the silent room. 

“Y/n, kid, are you in there?” 

You sigh in relief when you hear Rob’s voice on the other side of the door. 

“Yeah.” 

“Is uh– is everything okay? You need anything?” 

With your eyes closed, you lean against the door. Warm tears slide down your cheeks, your breathing gets heavy and you can feel yourself nearing a breakdown. 

“No, I’m good, I’m just gonna get some sleep now,” you say. 

“Okay. Don’t miss breakfast tomorrow, alright?” 

“I won’t.”

“Good night, kid.” 

“Night.” 

You drag yourself to the bed, throwing Eddie’s shirt on the ground as you lift the covers and crawl inside. The moment your head hits the pillow and you smell him, a sob falls from your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut and pull the blanket up to your chest. 

The pain is unbearable.

You never understood what your dad felt like when he got his heart broken, you could only imagine it. 

Now you understand it. 

Now you understand everything. 

Through the thin hotel room walls, Eddie can hear you crying. He can hear your sobs, he can hear you suffering. Because of him. He wants nothing more than to go over to your room and pull you into his arms, hold you and take away all the pain that he has caused but he can’t.

Another girl is laying in his arms, snuggling into his chest with a sigh. She sleeps soundly in his arms. 

Eddie looks down at her and his heart hurts. She is not the one he wants any longer. He doesn’t want her in his arms, he wants you. 

Your cries make him cry, hot tears run down his skin, staining the pillow he is lying on. He broke your heart and his own too. 

Losing you was something he was always afraid of but he hoped that he could prevent it, he hoped that he could break things off with her before you found out. 

But everything he had built with you fell apart in one night. 

And he knows that there is nothing he can do to change it, there is nothing he can do to fix it. He ruined it all himself. 

Maybe there is a way for you to fall back together but deep down he knows, he lost you. 

-

If there is one useful thing that your mother has taught you in one of the few phone calls you have had with her, it’s to never show how much you’re hurting. 

‘You always gotta look good, even if you don’t feel good. You don’t need others to be all up in your business and see how much you’re suffering. They want to see you suffer, don’t show them.’ 

So you pull yourself together even if you don’t feel like it. 

‘Always make sure your hair looks good, fix your makeup, wear your best clothes, smell good.’ 

You do your hair, you put on makeup, you pick out a good outfit and your favorite shoes, you put your favorite perfume on. 

‘Smile, honey. Don’t show them how miserable you are, you don’t want to give them that satisfaction.’ 

You nod to yourself as you look into the mirror. 

‘And if someone hurts you, make sure to hurt them back. Make them suffer.’ 

Yeah, thanks mom. 

The thought of seeing Eddie makes you feel sick and yet you make your way into the dining area. 

You don’t hear the whispers around you and you don’t feel the eyes on you, focused on something— someone entirely else as you get yourself a coffee before leaving the buffet to look for the others. 

You find them sitting at a round table by the big windows. All of them are there, including Eddie and his girlfriend. You clench your jaw at the sight of them. 

Your heart aches in your chest when you see her moving closer to him, whispering something in his ear as she pushes his hair away. It makes you angry, he makes you angry and she makes you angry too. You want to rip her hands off of him and you want to hurt him. 

Why does he get to be happy after what he did?

“You spend the night by yourself, Gareth?” Rob asks as he sips on his coffee. 

Gareth hums, “yeah, I–”  he pauses to shovel the scrambled eggs into his mouth, “didn’t feel like hooking up with some stranger.” 

Chrissy gives him a disgusted look as he talks with his mouth full, “ew,” she mumbles. 

Gareth gives her sarcastic grin before he stabs his fork into his pancake and takes a bite out of it. 

She rolls her eyes and turns away from him. 

Rob chuckles, “look at you, turning into a whole new man,” he jokes causing Jeff to laugh. 

“Yeah, he is ready to settle down,” Johnny grinnes. 

Gareth swallows, almost choking on his food, he reaches for the orange juice and gulps it down, wiping his mouth with his sleeve to piss off Chrissy, he smirks to himself when she hears her mumbling something under her breath. 

“Settling down isn’t my thing, look at Eddie, he is in a relationship and he’s miserable,” he says as though he is stating a fact as he places his elbows on the table and points to his friend with his fork. 

Eddie’s puffy eyes widen and he looks at his friend in surprise. 

“He is not miserable!” Chrissy gasps in disbelief. 

Jeff clears his throat. 

“He looks pretty miserable to me, Christy.” 

She glares at him as she tries to come up with a response. 

Eddie avoids looking into her eyes, instead he looks at Jeff, who stops chewing as he stares at something behind his shoulder, his eyes widen a little and he suddenly looks nervous. 

Eddie's eyes flash with curiosity. 

Just as he’s about to turn around, he suddenly feels a ringed hand settling on his shoulder and sliding down his back. It’s your hand. His heart flutters and so does his stomach, even with his girlfriend here.

You place your coffee on the table and sit down on the chair next to Eddie’s. Everyone pauses what they’re doing, staring at you with nervous and curious looks on their faces. 

You smile as though nothing ever happened. 

You turn to look at Eddie. You have to restrain a gasp when you see the puffiness and the dark circles under his eyes. He looks just as miserable as you are feeling and the sight alone is almost enough to make you cry again but you keep smiling at him, sliding your hand back up to his shoulder, you lean closer, “good morning, baby.” You kiss the corner of his mouth. Your lips linger for longer than necessary, you watch his eyes widen in shock, a little gasp falling from his lips.

Chrissy stares at you, frozen in place just like her dumbfound boyfriend. 

A shit eating grin appears on Gareth's face.

Johnny stares at you in shock.

Rob smiles into his mug and Jeff almost spits his food out as he looks between you and Eddie and then at Chrissy who stands up suddenly, chair scraping against the floor as she looks at you angrily, “what the fuck?!” She shrieks, “Eddie!” 

Chrissy looks down at him in disbelief as he makes no move to remove your hand or push you away from him or look up at her. His eyes are on you as he sits there frozen in place.

He doesn't move when Chrissy slaps his shoulder, he doesn't move when she says his name again.

Leaving your hand to rest on his shoulder, you take your mug and take a sip as you stare at him with a satisfied smile on your face. 

Two can play that game, Eddie. 

"What's wrong, Chrissy?" you ask with a sweet smile.

She shakes her head, furrowing her brows at your question, "why are you kissing my boyfriend?"

"Do you want a kiss too?" you ask.

She gasps, "I- what?!"

Eddie gapes at you.

Gareth can't even contain his laughter any longer, earning a slap on his shoulder from Jeff.

"Eddie and I share everything, didn't he tell you?"

You move his hair back, running your fingers through it as you lean your chin on his shoulder and he lets you.

Her cheeks are red, her eyes are filled with anger as she looks between you and Eddie. It's amusing to you.

"Eddie?"

He finally tears his eyes away from you and looks up her. His confused stare turns into a guilty one and she easily figures out why he looks so guilty.

"Chris-"

"You asshole!" she cries as she delivers a harsh slap to his cheek before she storms away.

Eddie closes his eyes, clenching his jaw, he deserved that.

The moment she's gone, you move away from Eddie and you lean back in your chair, taking a look around, you smirk to yourself when you see all the shocked faces.

Rob scratches the back of his neck as he glances at you.

Eddie speaks your name softly.

You expected him to get mad at you, to yell at you and ask you why you did that but instead you're met by the sight of his soft eyes as you look back at him and irritates you.

"Don't you want to follow your girlfriend, Eddie?"

Confusion is written all over his face as he shakes his head. His cheek is red from the harsh slap, eyes filled with concern and hurt.

"What was that?" he asks, not understanding why you would touch him and kiss him again after what you said to him last night. A foolish part of him hopes that things can go back to the way they were before yesterday but the coldness in your eyes shows him that things will never be the same again.

"That was me showing your girlfriend what a piece of shit you are, Eddie."

Saying these words hurt you just as much as they hurt him.

He says your name with a shaky voice, like he is on the verge of crying.

You can't do this.

You can't do this.

Looking into his glassy eyes, hearing his shaky voice, seeing how hurt he looks, breaks your heart even more.

You thought you could make yourself believe that you would be fine, that you could pretend that it doesn't hurt but you would be lying to yourself.

You get up and storm out of the room without looking back.

"Y/n!"

He didn't follow her out but he follows you.

You walk through the lobby and back to the elevators, blinking your tears away.

"Wait!"

He grabs your upper arm and pulls you back, placing both of his hands on your arms, he cages you against the nearest wall so you don't escape him again.

"Let me go."

He shakes his head.

You can see the fear and the pain in his eyes, the sadness; as though he wasn't the one that got him into this situation in the first place. Your heart still hurts.

"Please," he whispers, "I know I fucked up, I know what I did was wrong, I should have told you, I should have left her before we-"

"Stop," you sigh, "I don't wanna hear it."

"I'm just, I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."

"But you did."

His eyes are filled with tears and yours are too.

"Last night you told me that you have feelings for me-"

"I do," he says, squeezing your arms.

"How long have you known then?"

"For some time now, before we left California."

You nod, sniffling, you look down and close your eyes.

"See, I don't believe a word you're saying, Eddie. If you did have feelings for me, you would have left her- I'm not saying that you should have done that, I don't want to be a fucking home wrecker but a good person would have been honest about their feelings and leave their partner before becoming a fucking cheater," you pause as you take a deep breath and look back into his sad eyes, "you didn't tell her anything, you didn't tell me anything. You don't have feelings for me, you needed me to keep yourself satisfied and now that I know the truth, you do everything to make me believe you because you're scared."

You push him away from you, "you're scared that I'll leave the band because you know, you'd be nothing without me."

"No, please, y/n," he sighs in defeat, "that's not true, I don't even care about that, I care about you, about us."

"There is no us, there never was and there never will be," you say, staring at him through your blurry vision, "I'll stay for the rest of the tour but the moment it's over, the moment we're back in LA, I'm out and I never want to see you again after this, Eddie."

He starts crying and so do you.

"No," he whispers.

The look in his eyes and pain in his voice destroys you, it leaves a hole in your heart.

Your eyes are filled with betrayal and heartbreak.

His eyes are filled with pain, fear and heartbreak too.

Now you are nothing but two broken people.

And this is only the beginning of all the pain that is about to follow.

-

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[444rockstargf]

i need some fluff with euro plsss 😭😭💗

"sweetest melodies." | euronymous

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female!reader x r!euronymous

word count: 411

contents: fluffy stuff

if friday nights were for the boys, then euronymous made sure that his saturdays went to you. whether that meant taking you out shopping for the day or spending it in bed and watching your favourite romcoms with his arm around your waist.

this saturday in particular had led to euronymous laying his head on your lap as he strummed your favourite little songs on his guitar. your fingers ran through his long, dark hair, getting it all prepped for the hairstyle you were planning on doing for him.

“tell me if i pull too hard, okay?” you cupped his face, lifting it a little so you could see his eyes. he nodded. “got it, angel.” you gave him a little kiss on the forehead, humming quietly to the music he played. he occasionally would snuggle into your soft lap a little more, letting his head sink into your thighs.

you two would indulge in some mindless conversation as you decorated him. “how’s the band been?” you’d ask out of the blue. “we’ve been alright, but business at the shop has been a little slow.” by this point you’d be adding all the bows and flowers to his hair, without his knowledge of course. “well you could always take my advice and sell some lana del rey records. i know your metalhead buddies would die for ultraviolence.” he laughed, not in a cruel way but like he was amused by your charm. “they sure would, doll.”

after a few finishing touches, he was all dolled up. you sat him up, bringing him a mirror so he could see what you had done. his hair was in elegant beach waves, held up in a half-up half-down way with two strands out in the front that made him look like a princess. and you didn’t forget the daisies and roses that cascaded down his dark locks, the whole looke tied together with a pastel pink bow on top. 

he pouted a little at the grand reveal, turning to look at you. “do i still look evil?” he looked at you as you tried your best to suppress a giggle. “of course, euro. like the scariest disney villain ever.” you teased, tightening the bow in his hair. you pressed a soft kiss to his nose, his pale cheek turning the slightest shade of pink.

he smiled, snaking an arm around your waist. “thank you, my sweet angel.” you grinned from ear-to-ear. “no problem, princess.”

author's note: crying cuz i wanna be euro's ultraviolence gf :((

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[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 8th: Rockstar | Times Like These - Foo Fighters | Confident a/n: rockstar!eddie & corroded coffin. steddie. suggestive themes but not explicit. un-betaed because I’m challenging myself to write these in under an hour. read on ao3 | link to masterpost on ao3

When Eddie was a teenager, he pictured himself on stage, surrounded by pyrotechnics and aggressive bass riffs. His hair was long, his skin mottled in tattoos with maybe a love bruise or two, and his favorite ruby red guitar slung low to his hips as he belts his vocals into the microphone. 

All but the last part comes true. 

He does end up sweaty from the heat of the fire cannons on either side of their set. Freak shreds his bass every fucking show, his fingers undoubtedly calloused beyond repair. Eddie’s hair gets in his face as he plays his own guitar, his Sweetheart, but he doesn’t get to sing. 

That’s all Steve. 

Unassuming, surprisingly talented Steve Harrington who Eddie discovers can fucking sing when he’s home from a tour, driving around together through the empty streets of Hawkins, Indiana. The 90s bring a new landscape to heavy metal and rock and roll, and as cocky as Eddie might be, as confident as he is when it comes to his music, he can see when someone has one up on him. Steve’s rendition of The Foo Fighters’ Good Grief as he drums along on the steering wheel sets his heart aflame– and maybe another appendage that he’s tried to ignore for the better part of ten years. 

Steve agrees to join the band with a heavy bit of convincing, agreeing only when Eddie offers to retain his role as frontman.

I don’t wanna be a rockstar, Ed. That’s all you. 

The band truly takes off when Steve joins, his voice adding a different flavor and Eddie’s backing vocals rounding out their sound. Eddie tells Steve night after night, show after show, that he’s happy he’s there, because he is. Maybe being in love with his bandmate hadn’t part of the teenage fantasy, but it’s become his favorite part of the reality, even if it’s one-sided or unrequited. His skin remains unbruised, no groupies or flings to be found, but he’d prefer a blank canvas over meaningless artistry anyways. 

They end up touring again, exploring the country and parts of Canada together but always with different hotel rooms. Eddie never minds sharing with Gareth, or Jeff, or Freak but he also doesn’t make a habit of thinking about their dicks. 

After their show in Toronto, the end of this leg of their tour, Eddie and the rest of the band celebrate in Eddie’s room– it’s the biggest of their block and Eddie won rock-paper-scissors to claim the lone room this time around. 

Drinks flow, smoke from their joints curl out the window screen into the night, and before Eddie realizes it’s happened, he’s left alone with Steve.

Steve, who hasn’t had a thing to drink and only a few puffs of his joint, but is laying across the bed with his feet crossed at the ankles and his head resting in Eddie’s lap anyways. Steve, who Eddie listens to as he hums the melody of their encore and whose hair he can’t help but thread through his fingers. Steve, who Eddie has been watching night after night sing the words Eddie’s written himself, some of which are about Steve. 

It’s a dangerous position to be in. 

“Gettin’ tired yet, Harrington?” Eddie asks, grinning as Steve rolls his eyes. 

“Oh, we’re back to Harrington now, Munson?” 

Eddie just shrugs and continues playing with Steve’s hair. It’s soft, still damp from his shower, and Eddie’s surprised he hasn’t shoved him off yet with some comment about how he’s gonna fuck it up. But he doesn’t, and Eddie doesn’t know what to make of that. 

“You’re awfully quiet,” Steve asks, shifting his gaze from the ceiling to Eddie’s eyes. “It’s weird.” 

“I contain multitudes, don’t try to make me some one-dimensional agent of chaos.” 

Steve laughs and it’s better than any song Eddie’s ever written. And he’s written some damn good songs, if he does say so himself. 

Eddie lets out a little oof as Steve sits up, bracing himself on Eddie’s stomach to turn and face him. There’s something in Steve’s expression that Eddie can’t place– searching eyes, furrowed brows, one corner of his lips quirked up. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“You just did.” 

“God, you’re so annoying sometimes, you know that?” 

“I do, actually. But yeah, go ahead.” Eddie bites his bottom lip and shrugs.

“How come you never wanna share a room with me?” 

Eddie just about chokes on nothing, inhaling oxygen into the wrong pipe or something. His ears turn red, a tell that no amount of shaking his hair out can hide, at least not from Steve. He feels the soft skin of Steve’s hand graze his cheek as he tucks hair back behind his right ear, exposing the bright red shade of embarrassment. 

“Is it me? I can’t imagine that I, Steve Harrington, make you, big ol’ Rockstar Eddie Munson, uncomfortable after all these years.” 

You motherfucker, Eddie thinks, his mouth a little behind the speed of his thoughts, effectively leaving him speechless. 

“Little bit, actually,” Eddie manages to admit. 

He shouldn’t admit anything, but he’s alone in this quiet room with the boy he’s loved for so many years, who’s touching him like he loves him, too. Who can blame him?

“How come?” Steve whispers, his lips suddenly closer, their noses nearly touching. Eddie may or may not be breathing, but he tries. Fainting would definitely kill whatever this energy is between them. 

“Ed, c’mon. Just, just tell me you want me, too. Please.” 

Too? He thinks.

“Too?” He asks.

Steve smiles and nods, running his thumb across Eddie’s chapped lower lip before resting his palm against his cheek. 

“Too.” 

—

The following morning, Eddie and Steve meet up with the rest of the band in the hotel restaurant for breakfast– or, well, brunch at best given the time they actually make it downstairs. 

“Notice you stayed in Eddie’s room last night,” Jeff asks, one eyebrow raised halfway up his forehead as his eyes flit back and forth from Steve to the very clear, purpling bruise on Eddie’s collarbone. 

“Astute observation,” Eddie grins and answers for him, digging into the stack of pancakes in front of him, ravenous. 

“Sure did,” Steve just grins, shrugging as he shifts in his seat. 

Gareth, Freak, and Jeff all exchange a look, the kind of look that comes with inside jokes and long-suffering waiting. 

“Wait–” Steve starts, pointing an accusing finger at Jeff. “You all left early on purpose, didn’t you?”

Gareth laughs the hardest, rivaled only by Eddie who watches them all with incredulity as Jeff parrots Steve with casual confidence. 

“Sure did.” 

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when he’s humping you uncontrollably <3

let’s use eddie 🫶🏾

a/n: this ended up way longer than it was supposed to wtf

you’re sitting with him, trying to do your homework while he’s trying to distract you. he started smoking an hour ago, hoping you’d eventually join in- but now he’s so almost violently high while you’re neglecting him for your homework.

you’re wearing these frilly little shorts with one of his wife beaters on, showcasing the way the guitar-pick necklace he made for you falls into your cleavage. when he noticed it he couldn’t help but fixate on it.

it was symbolic in a way, that his pick (him) was constantly resting between your boobs. (where he belongs)

but when he explained it to you with his dick growing in his pants at the same time. you just giggled at him and went back to your work! so now he’s laying on his side next to you, his head in your lap next to your book and whining for attention

“please, baby! you’re not giving me any attention! am- am i really less important than your stupid-“ he lifts his head to look at your book “your stupid chemistry homework?! that’s not okay i’m your boyfriend. you’re supposed to love me!”

that catches your attention and you grace eddie with your eye contact, ignoring the way his eyes seem to shimmer when you finally meet them. “i do love you, sweetheart. you know that.” you smile at him sweetly before turning back to your work, causing eddie to huff out and pout. “baaabyy! i need more than tha-“

he was climbing onto you, deciding he could use his body to cover your work and distract you. maybe you’d see how cute his little ass is and realize that you just have to play with him. but when he slung his leg over yours, his knee almost covering your book and his thigh resting over both of your legs. your thigh pressing right into his raging hard-on.

“oh- sor- i’m sorry i-“ he’s cutting his words short with his gasping breaths as his hips twitch into you. his hand is gripping your shin, trying to ground himself enough to pull away. youre barely paying attention. assuming it’s just one of his antics. “i’m sorry. i’ll stop- i- i will i just-“

he’s whining now, trying desperately to stop grinding into you but your plush thighs are just too perfect. “feels so good- i’m just- just let me” he wraps his hand around your thigh now, hugging them to his torso to increase the pleasure on his cock. “god, just let me feel good, baby. give me a little n’then i’ll stop”

he’s catching your attention now. you can feel how hard he is and a bit shocked at the force he’s using, how rough he’s being with himself. “mm- m’sorry. i won’t cum- i won’t i just wanna f- feel good.” he moans into you, hiding his face behind your back as his hips thrust against you harder.

his head pulls away from your back to look at you, leaning back on his pillows to take you in. “l- look at me.. look- oh fuck, at least-“ his eyes roll back and shut as he feels a tingle in his gut, spreading to his balls within an instant. “at- oh, look at me, baby. please. promise i won’t cum if you do- i’ll wait til you’re done, promise.”

you know he’s lying but you’re fascinated at the thought that he doesn’t realize he is. you stop working for a bit, you don’t look at him yet, you just freeze, letting him know he had your attention.

“yeah? please? please look at me. please baby? oh fuck. oh fuck l- look at me. look at me. please? pl-“ he gasps out a whine and his hips shorten, trying to get the most pleasure he can from your body. “won’t cum- i’ll wait. i’ll- just pl- please, honey? my love? love? please” your eyes snap to his, outrageously turned on by his begging and his eyes cross instantly

his hips stutter roughly against yours and you can feel warmth blooming around his cock. his eyes roll back and shut as his eyebrows twitch, titling up in arousal before furrowing in confusion. he’s whimpering pathetically, shocked and upset that he’s currently flooding his boxers for you. “wha- n- no. no fu- fuck. oh my- hah. shi-it.”

you’re smirking down at him as he comes down, panting with his eyes shut and his face resting on the pillows. his cheeks redden as he comes to. he groans and buries his face in the pillows as you laugh at him. “i thought you weren’t gonna cum, buddy” you tease with a pout in your voice. he groans and mumbles a high-pitched, embarrassed “shut up.”

#mmmm #yummy #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x gender neutral reader

[elliesstrapon]

False Accusations

✧˚ · . Oblivious Ellie Williams x Devoted reader

"I was all over her.." ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

✧˚ · . Summary: In which your feelings couldn't be reciprocated.

✧˚ · . Warnings: Swearing, Friends to lovers, slow burn, light make outs, Ellie isn't in love with you, childhood friends, dorm mates, cheating

✧˚ · . Part 3

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✧˚ · . Part 2 ⬇️

Waking up was a blur.

You layed in bed, Ellie again still not there in the dorm with you, just a replacement message that'd said she was out to breakfast with Ava.. for the second time this week, and it was only Wednesday, your body already giving away, how you couldn't get up due to your first work out at the gym yesterday thanks to Ellie.

And she couldn't bother stay and ease you through the pain. "This girl..." You sighed, getting up weakly, your muscles tensing up, every inch of you sore.

You felt nothing but annoyed as you got ready for yet another long day of college. Throwing on but an overused outfit you wore atleast twice every week, the sleeves themselves becoming ridiculously stretched out, the string cursing to be ripped out like a dagger stuck in your side, to which, up until now, you never did, liking the top too much to scrunch the sleeves like that.

You somehow made it to your first lecture. Only really surviving it thanks to the efforts of Dina, and Jesse, switching between the messages, asking to meet up after your third period when you'd all finally be together; including Ellie.

We have major shit to discuss!!

That party on Friday!

Jesse actually wants to go?

You raised your brow, the idea of Jesse actually wanting to do something social for once making you feel repulsed.

He doesn't have a choice..

All of us are going, even Ellie.

I thought she didn't wanna go?

It's about Ava..

Always is, isn't it?

You rolled your eyes, finding no more joy in talking to anyone, you apologized quickly to Dina, flipping your phone, and putting it back into your bag.

You couldn't do this again, Ellie in another fucked up relationship. Within three days Ava blew up and flooded your entire existence. Everyday just another excuse for Ellie not to show up at the dorm to be with you but instead with someone she'll never cross paths with again on that momentum. If she was going to be with way, 6 years ago you would've told yourself being in love with her was not worth it.

You gloomly watched the time go by, the clock so slow it almost made your mind explode from anticipation, not only that, but Ava. 3rd period would be where it all goes down, in your seats would not be you and Ellie, just Ava, and Ellie, you'd been in that class for 2 years, and had never once heard the name "Ava" you couldn't muster up any words, nor coherent thoughts that explained what you were feeling about all this. You drew on the hard surface before you, leaving the pencil stains across it like a mark and then packed up, rubbing your eyes exhaustedly.

Your second class had been the exact same, the same students raising their hands and talking, speaking too much irrelevant information. Whilst you sat there with your hand on your lap, just barley comprehending. And to your dismay, also missing Ellie.

Or rather, you missed Ellie before these horrificly mind playing feelings for her sprouted in the depths of your heart. And when she wasn't nearly such a push over with almost every other woman on campus. You entirely blamed it on the coming ending of 9th grade.

When she finally learnt how to play your favorite song on her guitar.

She talked about it at school all the time, how it was a work in progress, that you couldn't listen till she mastered your favorite song to play for you, that you always thought stupid, especially now, that your feelings were so strong because of her dedication to you. You slept at her house that night, staying up late into the dark, you sat silently on the floor, watching as she adjusted herself at the foot of her bed, nervously tuning the guitar while the moon light flooded her bedroom, clashing with her fairy lights. " 'm nervous" she mumbled, her hair falling from behind her ear that was painted a shy pink, it spreading to her cheeks. "Don't be!" You assured her, a smile so sweet on your lips. "You've been talking about this for months, I'm happy you're finally deciding to show me" she pursed her lips, warming up her fingers, her eye lashes fluttering when she looked down to the strings, her breathing uneven. "Okay.." her voice hoarse and shakey. Her finger strum the corde gently, the sound ringing through the room like a melody.

The tune filled your ears, every strum strong, steady, your heart throbbed at the persecuted cordes, you silently watched, her fingers nipping and sliding against the strings, the practicing had payed off, clearly putting so much time into it, her eyes squinting, so very focused on her hand work.

The soft spoken sound of her voice began to rope in with her guitar, every word relaxing and pleasing. It was like the wind, the slight breath of air she took after a long sentence, her words falling silent at the ending vowels, her bracelets clinking just under the tone of her voice. Its when the butterflies at the pit of your stomach picked up, your lower abdomen tingling when you reached, rubbing it with your hand. After that, your heart began to flutter around her, your pupils practically shaping into hearts when you saw her, all from that small experience, where it felt like you were her everything, like you were her person, the one she'd give away her short life to, that's what it felt like, in the moments you were her only interest, when she calmed you down during an anxiety attack, or held your hand when you were too scared to get lost, or even when she held you at sleepovers during the cold nights.

Alas, you were now only sitting in your third lecture. The crooked thought of her grin when she'd finished playing the guitar for you slipping away from your mind when she whispered into your ear about how she'd caught Ava staring at least 4 times now. "If you were out to breakfast with her, you two could've been foaming out the mouth for eachother beside eachother." You scoffed. "I mean, who walks into class together, after a date, and not sit beside eachother?" You groaned, resting your head on your hot palm. Her whispers tickling your skin. "Wanted t'sit with you" she smiled, a dorky look on her face. "Oh, how kind, the so lovely Ellie Williams, chose me, over her beautiful love" you teased, "you should' feel 'special" her toothy grin only growing wider as she layed her head on your shoulder. "Oh, no, I'm honoured." Your bones tensing at her touch. You ignored how she repeatedly turned her head to the long haired brunette, her devilish eyes twinkling whenever Ellie stole another glance at her. You almost felt sick. "Y'think she's jealous?" She chuckled into your arm. "Gosh, I don't know Ellie, I wonder how she feels watching her little crush lay her head on the shoulder of another" you sighed. "Bet she's..." She trailed off, "uh, so... Last night, y'left the gym, y'seemed really upset, are y'sure your 'right?" Her eyes looking up at you, hints of worry traced within her tone. "Yes Ellie, I'm fine" you cleared your throat. "I was just sore, and tired, and you seemed just about done too, so, I left" you whispered. "If y'say so, I dunno... Y'just seem sad" she nodded. "I'd hate if I'made y'upset" she huffed, her hot breath hitting your chest like a wall. "I'm fine, don't worry" you smiled, your heart collapsing on itself at the thought of her caring about you, understanding you. You patted her head gently, momentarily forgetting about Ava.

Before you knew it, you, Jesse, Ellie, and Dina were walking down the street, planning your weekend excessively. "So... Jesse, you have no choice but to be at the party" Dina chuckled evilly. "Yeah, 'I'guess so." He sighed. "I don't even think I wanna go anymore" you crossed your arms. "Why not?!" Dina cried, stopping midway to grab your shoulders firmly. "Y'know why.." you lowered your voice. "Oh, please, just forget about it, for me?!" She pouted, "fine" you smiled playfully.

"Agh, great! Party on Friday all of us!"

Short and boring chapter cause this is a necessary part to the storyline 🤞🏽 also short cause Im tired 😭.. sorry lovelys <33

#tlou #tlou2 #the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #reading #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #dina tlou #ellie x fem reader

[solyxa]

Being in Hobie's band as the lead singer.

During shows, he always finds himself easing closer to you as he strums away on his guitar, throwing you glances and smiles whenever you do a particularly nice run. He always makes sure to find you backstage and tell you how great you did, throwing an arm around you as he sings your praises

"You blow me away every time we perform, honest! You're prolly the most talented of us geezers." The rest of the band had some opinions about that, but Hobie didn't really care as he kept gassing you up. When you compliment him back, he gives you a soft punch on the arm while brushing it off, saying he appreciates it but, "I've got nothing on you, luv."

At rehearsals, he has a great time changing the line and thinking of new things to try. You're always on board so you two come up with a lot of ideas for the group together. As you're going on about a new way to play a song, commanding the attention of the band, Hobie pays more attention than the rest as he can't help but notice how your eyes light up while you speak, and how he wants to be the one to make you light up that way.

When you two meet up one on one to practice, the air is charged as you sit on Hobie's couch together, talking about ways to switch up your next performance. Hobie is totally in his element as he's a pro at getting people's attention. He's talking animatedly about a new move for you to pull during the show, but you're more focused on how his beautiful brown eyes sparkle as he talks. The way that his wicks bounce with his movements, his full lips, and how much you wanna kiss them. So you do. You lay a hand on his shoulder before inching closer to him, angling your body so that your knees are just touching. He looks surprised and amused as you look up at him, "Damn, I always thought I'd be the one makin' a move on you, though can't say I'm upset it happened this way." He smirks as he wraps an arm around your waist and leans in towards you before catching your lips in a kiss. It's sweet and soft, you can feel him smiling against you as he gently caresses you. When he pulls away, you see the utterly smitten look on his face and get a feeling that things will be different from now on.

Being in Hobie's band as the lead singer WHILE dating him.

You always find yourselves near each other during shows. Whether you're back to back as he plays out a riff or sharing a passionate onstage kiss at the climax of the song, you two just find your way to each other. The rest of the band takes no issue with it because you both are amazing together, it's undeniable. The chemistry between you is electric, and that continues when you're backstage.

Backstage, you take every moment possible to steal a kiss before, after, or even in between shows. Pressed up against Hobie as he peppers you in kisses and showers you with compliments. "So pretty and talented... How'd I get so lucky, eh?" He's sure to never let you forget just how lucky and honored he feels that he gets to be with you. Kissing you is the last thing he does before a show and the first thing he does afterwards.

The energy between you during rehearsals is sweet and playful as you bounce ideas off of one another. "No, Hobie. We can't light the stage on fire." "And why not? When's there ever been creativity without risks, huh?" You have great fun busying yourselves with your little debate before getting to actually rehearsing for your next show.

And when you both finally get some one on one time, it's filled with shameless kisses and loving touches. Hobie all but pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he kisses you deeply, moving from kissing your neck, to your jawline, all the way to your lips as he whispers sweet words to you. "You're so beautiful, love. Y'know that? Can't believe I get to be wit' someone as pretty as you, really." When you get all shy from everything he's saying, he just laughs before busying himself with covering you in kisses again and you think to yourself how lucky you are, and how you wouldn't trade the world for your perfect punk boyfriend.

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #fluff #across the spiderverse #hobie x reader #~Works~ 🌠

[tobylovesspence]

Wilbur Soot: Your Loser Boyfriend Who Sleeps Everywhere

Wilbur has a tendency to not sleep at night(when he's supposed to) so instead he falls asleep everywhere else. Here's some times when he does.

His bed.

The first time he actually sleeps in bed. It's noon however and you were meant to stream half an hour ago. "Wilbur...you awake bud?" He just groans, cuddling into his pillow. "No. I'm not." You laugh and pat his head as he digs his face further into the pillow. "Not today, I just wanna nap." And how could you say no to such a thing, so you agreed to let him sleep and get up to leave, wrong move however because you're tugged back, down into his side. And you're stuck taking a nap at noon. You didn't mind though, you knew he needed it.

2. At band practice

Wilbur tried to listen to Ash while he tuned his guitar, he really did try to listen to his story he told while he did so. But he was tired, so very tired. And you sat right beside him, listening and nodding your head softly to show Ash you were listening and Wilbur wanted nothing more than to curl into your side and sleep. So he did, laying his head on your shoulder and cuddling into his coat, you had yours strewn across your lap, having only worn it due to the rain outside. You felt his glasses tilt against your shoulder and looked down curiously. Seeing Wilbur already half passed out, laying on your shoulder and cuddled into himself wasn't what you expected to see. But it was cute.

3. During a game of chess

You sat on your phone, watching Ash and Wilbur pass time by playing chess. You watched Ash make a move and Wilbur stayed in place. "Will? Buddy it's your turn." You watched him shake awake. "H-huh?" He asked groggily, turning to you. Ash laughed, "Why don't you take a nap?" Wilbur shook his head before yawning and complying. Getting up and walking over to where you sat before Mark took his seat, ushering Joe over to help him play against Ash. Wilbur plopped down next to you, cuddling into your side, laying his head on yours as his arms snaked around your waist. "Tired love?" He just nodded before nodding off again.

4. The movies

Ash treated the band to a movie since they had one more day before they went back home and no more performances. However he got the ticket time wrong and you ended up arriving an hour or so early. You got up to leave when you noticed Wilbur and Mark laying on the ground. "What are you guys doing?" You stood above Wilbur's head, looking down to look into his eyes when you realized they were closed. "Well are they ready to go?" Ash asked, "No. Wilbur fell asleep on the floor." You muttered as Joe and Mark burst out laughing. Wilbur being the rock he was however, was unfazed.

5. On Stream.

Wilbur had decided a late stream with Tommy would be good and played his music to start. After a while he began to grow tired. Responding to Tommy's loud rants with small flinches at his loud tone or a small "Mhmm". Wilbur began to fall asleep, Tommy simply not knowing continued his story as Wilbur rested his head in his hand, you were noted to the fact he fell asleep when his head hit the desk while you were in the hall. Opening the door you saw him laid out on the desk, "Will?" You asked under your breath, the only response you got was a snore. And then you stepped in to wake and move him when you saw chat "Awww he fell asleep and Y/n came in to help him!!! HOW CUTE!!! THEYRE ENDGAME!!" You laughed softly, shaking him awake by his shoulders as Tommy groaned, "That asshat fell asleep!"

6. Watching TV

You had found a nice show on Netflix you wanted to start and begged Wilbur to watch it with you. At first you both sat on the couch cuddling before Will moved to sit between your legs. "It will make it easier to stay awake." You offered to turn off the TV since he was tired but the Soot man just shook his head. So you played with his hair and he leaned back to lay his head on your lap. Moving across the room to lean against the coffee table. "Why'd you move?" You asked with a pout as he gave you a playful glare. "You are making me tired." He still fell asleep regardless of being across the room from you or not.

7. In The Kitchen Cabinet

Wilbur was messing around with Tommy in the kitchen for a vlog the kid wanted to do so you stayed out of their way and watched TV in your room. At some point you had come out to look for Wilbur, only to see Tommy leaving. "Where's Will?" You asked quietly as Tommy shrugged, giggled to himself, and left. You stared at the door in confusion before hearing small snores. You followed your ears, leading you into the kitchen. Was that your cabinet? You opened it to find Wilbur curled up into a ball. He had woken up and tiredly smiled up at you. "Wilbur, what the fuck are you doing in the cabinet?" You asked with a laugh. "Just taking a nap?" He said with a somewhat shrug as you opened the cabinet fully and helped him out. He fell on the ground on his way out.

8. Not When You Tell Him To, That's For Sure

Wilbur was tired, so he did the funniest thing he could think of and answered question polls on Instagram. You laid on the other side of the bed, watching TikToks on your phone as he did so, giggling tiredly to himself at every response he answered to their questions. You heard his giggling and then your phone buzzed, your Instagram flooded with "WilburSoot posted." You checked it to see a bunch of photos taken from different angles, making sure you weren't in them of course. You sent in your own ask, "You've been doing this for about half an hour go to bed." Wilbur chuckled as he posted "Kk❤️" as a response before posting one more picture. He held his phone up high enough to where his face was visible as he glared at you and the back of your head was visible. He captioned it, "Sorry guys, but the partypooper Y/N says I gotta go to bed." He capitalized your name and you turned around to stare at his pouty glare. "I can't believe you're making me go to bed, what am I five?" You laugh, cuddling into his side so you could both finally go to sleep.

9. On the train to Europe

Wilbur had texted you all the way to the train station before he fell to just sending you TikToks and Instagram reels he found funny, and then he stopped texting, it had only been a half hour before you got a text from Ash. "Look this loser fell asleep playing Xbox on his phone." Then another text popped up, a close-up video of Wilbur's phone to show he was listening to a downloaded audio file. You watched Ash put in an earbud and press start before stopping it quickly. "That's adorable, it's your voice." And then the video ended. You immediately knew what it was, it was a part of a "podcast" you and Wilbur did, and by that I mean he recorded one of your rants, listening and chuckling quietly. And he fell asleep on the train to your quiet rant in his earbuds. Gosh, he was cute.

#wilburylyl #wilbur x y/n #wilbursoot #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n

[starysky1289]

Rookie!Vanessa X Guitarist!Reader. Steady

“ where’s our next gig at Mathew? “

“ why, so you can tell your new cop girlfriend to come watch? “

You groaned, ever sense the previous concert, Mathew and your fellow band mates may as well off been living in your business about you and Vanessa. You two didn’t really talk after the concert, besides the texting and the…lovely photos she sent you. You’d still find yourself going back and looking at them every now and then.

You all were setting up to start practice, when the patrol car rolled up to your garage. Everyone Audibly groaned, as Mathew walked down to the car, Derek got out, Vanessa at his side.

“ we haven’t even played, and fucking karen already called you? What’s wrong now?? “

“ I’m sorry matt, but yall can’t practice here anymore. The only person who has any right to practice in the house is Y/N. I’m sorry guys, to many reports “

“ this is bullshit! “

Mathew stormed back into your garage, angrily packing his stuff. You sighed, putting your bass down as you walked down to the officers.

“ officers, are you sure we can’t like, appeal this? We don’t have anywhere else to practice, we don’t get paid enough to rent out a space. “

“ I’m sorry y/n. You can try and appeal, but that’d cost more than a practice space. I’d suggest looking around for people who’d let you practice in open apartments or something, not much else I can- “

“ Fuck you Derek! And fuck you ‘ Officer Vanessa ‘, fucking rookie Bitch. “

Mathew shouted at the officers as he stormed into his car, immediately driving off. You stood alone, your other bandmates packing up, talking amongst themselves, glaring at you. Like it was your fault just because you had conversations with Vanessa.

“ I’m..I’m so sorry y/n…I can help you look if you want- “

“ save it. I don’t need your excuses…”

You groaned, turning back and heading into your garage, packing up the bass and heading inside. You threw the case on your couch, making sure it didn’t fall off, before laying on your bed, screaming into your pillow. Stupid neighbor, stupid cops. You couldn’t stand them anymore.

*~*

It was late, you were still up, starring at the ceiling. You had to eat something, you hadn’t eaten all day. You got up, heading to the kitchen, as your phone buzzed. You picked it up, looking down at the text message.

Vanessa.

“ Hey, can we talk? Maybe I can come over or we can call? “

You sighed, you weren’t mad at her. You’re here just upset at everything else. You shot her back a quick text before going to make something to eat.

“ You can come over. I suppose we should talk. “

*~*

Vanessa had came, like she said she would. She wore a simply beige sweater and some black pants, her blonde hair still in its ponytail. You let her in, leading her to the living room, letting her sit on the open spot on the couch. Your guitar case was still on it, so you pulled it off and laid it on your lap, opening it and singing. Its yellow metal was cold on your fingers, as you ran your hand over the black stripes on its edge.

“ Mathew didn’t mean what he said to you. You can understand why we’re upset. We don’t have anywhere else to practice, and our next few shows won’t get us enough money to pay for a studio to practice in. “

“ I know he’s upset, and you are too. What about a family member..? Maybe they could- “

“ I have no more family. None that’ll support me. My parents are mad I dropped out of college and joined this band cause I didn’t wanna be a lawyer. I guess it’s kinda stupid on my end, but I, I couldn’t do it. “

Vanessa was gentle with you, hiding your hand on the bass, studying it with you. She didn’t want to be the first to speak, she knew you had a lot on your mind.

“ in all honesty, Mathew is a douchebag. I originally wanted to be a singer, I could be double trouble, bass and vocals? I’d sell out clubs, but he was persistent about him singing cause he was the ‘ leader ‘. So we all just keep quiet, even if he didn’t sing to well “

“ oh, thank god I’m not the only one who thought he sucked the other day. You thought, you played wonderfully, the solo you had was amazing. I bet your voice is just as good as your bass skills too. “

You chuckled, closing the case and putting it to the side. You looked around the room, before back at Vanessa, sighing.

“ about the other night. I’m sorry I’ve ghosted you…I-i never ment too. I was so flustered from your photos, and then my mate’s have found out I talked to you and are all up my ass about it….i just..I’m not good at being a communicator…”

“ y/n…im not mad at you. I knew you practiced today, I figured what’s her name Karen would call and file a complaint, and we’d come up. I didn’t know about the situation until Derek said it to Mathew. I was gonna talk to you then, if things didn’t get out of hand. Did I, go to far with the nudes-? “

You quickly shook your head, slightly squeezing her hand before smiling softly.

“ n-no you didn’t! I..I enjoyed them..quite a w-welcome surprise. “

She scooted closer to you, holding both your hands now, blushing as she struggled to get her words out.

“ do you wanna…see it in person~? “

Your heart skipped a beat, as quickly burried your face in your hands, akwardly chuckling. The last thing you expected was her offering something like that.

“ think of it as a apology…we could…if you want, do more- “

“ n-no! No I’m just..I-I’m not ready for that..I should take you out a few t-times before I deserve that..”

“ alright then. Do you..wanna see them then..? “

You poked your head out from your hands, and nodded silently. Vanessa chuckled, taking your hands and putting them on her lap. She slowly lifted her sweater and bra, almost teasingly pulling it up enough for her tits to pop out. You blushed again, but stayed frozen. She looked just as gorgeous as she did in the pictures, her skin practically glowing in the dimly lit house.

“ you wanna touch me y/n..?. “

“ y-yes…yes please…”

Vanessa took your hands and placed them on her chest, letting you gently squeeze them. Her skin was just as soft as you imagined, as you gently massaged them she’d let out little moans, that’d only make you blush darker.

“ y-your so..pretty…I-i…I’m s-sorry I-I was mean to y-you earlier, I-i..”.

“ shh…it’s alright honey…cmere…”

You gently let go of here, and she pulled you into a hug. You held onto her tightly, putting your head in the crook of her neck. You pulled down her sweater to try and warm her.

She pulled back, holding your face in her hands, and kissed you gently. You felt like you were going to explode from it, your heart was racing. Vanessa could see it in your face and chuckled.

“ if…you want, you guys can practice in my place…and you can pay me back by taking me to dinner~ “

“ r-really! I-I mean..you’d let us? “

“ yeah, I have a open bedroom, yall can practice in there. I wouldn’t mind having a little show either. “

You chuckled, smiling again. For the first time you felt so loved, so appreciated. You kissed her once again, standing up and leading her to the door.

“ well…give me a text..I’ll try and talk to the guys. Thank you Vanessa..thank you so much…”

“ of course y/n. I love you dear…”

You smiled, and hugged her tightly.

“ I love you too…”

Vanessa let go, and made her way to the car. She hopped in, waving to you before driving off. You stood, watching her leave, before heading back inside. Never once where you shown such care and respect for your art, you couldn’t let go of her.

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