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glowing-gold · 6 months

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It’s tough for me to have a casual conversation with someone about The Beatles. You see, a lot of people know me as “the girl who loves The Beatles”, so at parties people come up to me, they make the innocent mistake of approaching me while I’m 3-4 drinks in, and they ask me, “so you really like The Beatles huh?” a harmless, get to know you kind of question, an ice breaker if you will. And at first, I have to pretend to be cool about it. I’m like “yeah, that’s me! Big Beatles Fan over here!” And they’ll be lulled into a false sense of security and start asking me questions they think are fun party questions to ask someone. So they ask me, they say “What’s your favorite song?” And I tell them, I can’t possibly choose. There are so many to choose from, it depends on my mood, the time of day, what color I’m wearing, the weather outside. Are we talking early Beatles, middle-era or late stage Beatles? Is it a ballad or a rocker? What album is it on? Is it a John song, Paul song or a George song? Who produced the song? Etc etc

and I can see their eyeballs start to bulge as they realize, perhaps this was not the casual conversation they were hoping to have at their friends birthday party. So I grin and shake my head and backpedal and let them know if I had to choose, with a gun to my head, I’d probably say the Abbey Road Medley. this puts them back at ease, i can see them silently thank god, because they know what I’m talking about, they’ve heard that one and they probably like it too! We discuss which parts are best (Bathroom Window) and which parts aren’t as strong (Mr. Mustard). But then I’ll forget to be cool and start telling them about how the guitar solos on The End are actually Paul George and John taking turns, and how it’s probably the last time any of them played together in the studio and how devastating that is when you take into account the title of the song and the fact that they knew it was all coming to a close…. But only if you consider Abbey Road to be the last Beatles album, which is a hot button topic considering Let It Be came out in ‘70…

So they look at me and nod, looking Nervous again. Then, thinking they’re saving themselves by changing the subject, they ask me another fun, easy to answer, non-loaded party question: “so why DID they break up???!!”

See, that’s when I have to make a decision. Do I give this person the PhD defense they never asked for? Do I shut down the conversation right there and then? Do I TRY to give them the short answer they’re looking for (keeping in mind, I’m a little tipsy)?

I usually try to make the answer short but every time it ends up into a dissertation. And god, help me. I can SEE them lose interest with every passing second. Their eyes glaze over, they’re on their fourth or fifth “damn, that’s crazy”. But I’m grabbing their arm, white knuckled and crazed, frantically pleading with them: “there’s a lick in Beef Jerky that sounds IDENTICAL to the lick in Let Me Roll It, which goes to show these two men couldn’t stop writing together even when they were separated for years, and they continue to write together 40+ after John’s DEATH and isn’t their story the most TRAGIC AND HEARTBREAKING LOVE STORY OF OUR TIME????!!!!!

anyway, this meme:

#the beatles #paul mccartney #john lennon #george harrison #ringo starr #mclennon #beatles #now and then #special interest

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thecynthh · 4 months

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STARSTURNS - M.S

summery - going out to a concert with one of y/n friends, a weird turn is taken when matt makes a move.

notes - SMUT, ROCKSTAR MATTY POOOOO, guys im a virgin idk how sex works MADE FOR MY GIRLY @ihrtchris love u girl hope the wait was worth it <3 NOT PROOFREAD

a/n - guys it looked longer than it is i promise

also the bolded parts during the concert means its the song lyrics, also i love this song

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the bustling noises of a busy kitchen fill my ears as i hear people shout and flames crackle. “so i think i'll have a sweet tea and a number 6 please.” i ask the waiter as she takes my order.

“of course ma’am and for you?” cadence’s eyes swept over the whole menu again before speaking.

“lemonade and a number 2 please!” the waiter nodded towards us and walked off to the kitchen.

“hey are you busy tonight? i’m free and have nowhere to go, was hoping you knew about a party or something later.” i knew cay would know about any parties happening tonight, she was an epic journalist and worked for the editorial company i was at.

“hm, come to think of it, no, i don’t think so. didn’t get an invite, i guess all the famous people are taking a break from being bitchy and petty.” i laugh at her statement about the rich and famous, we’ve met countless celebrities and models and almost all of them were like cay said, bitchy and petty.

“come onnnn the one night i'm free from work and there’s nothing happening.” i drop my head dramatically on the table, careful not to hit the ketchup and mustard.

“well….” cadence trailed off.

“well what???” i almost break my neck looking up at her.

“i mean i saw a poster for this band, and they are playing at pacific square if you wanna go watch it, im down if you are.” cadence offered.

“a concert? im not sure, i mean if the guys are cute” i joked.

“ouh girl, i sure can tell you they are so hot.” she pulls out her phone looking through her photos. she taps on it and shows it to me. oh shit. they were really hot.

the one thing that cay forgot to mention was that the band that was playing in our home town was starsturns. “WAIT! you mean starsturns is playing here??”

“okay, im convinced, i think i just found my husband.” i practically threw cay’s phone back to her, feeling a small piece of drool develop on the corner of my mouth looking at the drummer.

“show starts at 8 i’ll be at your house with the uber.” cay says slipping her phone back into her pocket

“holy shit i can’t believe we are going to see starsturns!!!”

the ding of a bell goes off and we see the waiter sway towards us with our plates of food. i guess i have plans tonight.

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getting to the venue was a little troubling due to the death inducing trafic we were stuck in but cay is very much a hardass so when we did get to the venue she shoved her way to the front.

“move your asses, two super fans over here!!!” cay’s enthusiasm scares people which lets us pass through sort of easily.

being right at the rails that has to be only a metre away from the stage gets me riled up, we hear the curtains draw and and the stage lights get low.

the sun just started to set and the neon flashes of their large stage lights flicker at the audience. the leader singer and lead guitarist chris looks behind him peering over his shoulder to the audience. the girls yelled and shouted, he was definitely a lady killer.

chris began strumming his guitar in a steady pace as his brother nick, on the bass, keeps a steady beat emerging from the shadows.

a slow rhythm on the drums begin to build up, slowly getting faster and with each tap of the snare the lights get brighter, and brighter.

matt is revealed to the fans in such an epic way as the fans, including me and cadence goes crazy.

the crash of matt’s cymbals begins their set list as their first song begins.

time seemed to have lasted forever as they now have moved to a couple of slower songs that are more lyric focused. i throw my head back as i belt the lyrics living in pure harmony. this was my favourite song and i wanted to soak up every moment.

chris noticed and waved a hand towards cadence and i letting security know to let us onto the stage. i shake cadence to snap her out of her little trance and yank her to the small stairs that lead up the stairs, a smile graces chris’ face as we run up to him.

cay takes his hand as he spins her around, i stand back trying not to get hit by her long hair. i try to cover my mouth as i giggle a little seeing her have her moment with her favourite group member. i start skipping around the stage still keeping up with the song soon coming up to nick as he keeps his eyes on me as his bass still continues strumming.

i lock eyes with matt, coming over to the back of his drum kit and wrapping my arms around his neck,

“i dont wanna lose you now,

im looking right at the other half of me”

i sang my heart out as i hug matt while he kept his hand and foot trained on the instrument. he detaches the mic that was for his vocals and passes it to me, im a little shocked by his action but understand what he wants from me.

i take the mic and start to sing.

“show me how to fight for now,

and i tell you baby it was easy”

i felt alive. my idols and i sing this song with our hearts. i belt and add accents to my voice and really feel myself in the song. i bring the mic down to matt as we both sing into the mic as chris and matt begin to chant “you are, you are the love of my life” underneath my vocals letting me take the lead on the song.

“you are my reflection, and all i see is you”

the song ends and i’m panting from using an excessive amount of air for singing and from prancing around. matt and my eyes never leave each other caught up in the moment.

“give it up to y/n and cadence for singing this song with us!” chris yells into the mic. he holds up his signature rock n’ roll sign showing it to the fans, “thank you guys for coming out here tonight! love you all, have a good night!” with the last echo of his message to the fans the curtains move down and everything but the crowd lights turn off, still providing light for those going home.

i hop down from matt’s little stage leaving the microphone i’ve been using on a table that was next to matt and meet up with cay at the front of the stage.

cay was engaged in a conversation with nick and chris, talking to them like they’ve been friends since forever.

“oh my gosh, thank you for letting us up on stage like that chris!” i knew cay was fangirling underneath her cool calm and collected front.

don’t get me wrong, chris is very attractive, but simply not my type. i didn’t feel as strongly about him as i did with matt.

“oh come on you guys are great singers! especially you y/n.” chris says as i walk over, i feel a wave of embarrassment wash over me with that compliment.

“ah- thank you but it’s getting late, cay call an uber i’ll meet you by the gates in a second, just gotta run to the bathroom.

i pat my pockets checking for my phone that wasn’t there. i make a quick run to matt checking his whole set up for it. when i pick it up i immediately get caught in someone’s hand.

matt’s muscular hand grips my bare arm causing all my attention to look up to the man above me. “hey,” his voice is lower so his brothers don’t hear. “we are staying at a hotel tonight then sightseeing tomorrow, we’ll be in town for a night or two. we thought we’d visit our parents and take in the home town scene again before we travel again. was wondering if you wanted to come with me to our hotel.”

“you can come to my house-“ i blurt out. “m-more privacy and it’s not that far from here or whatever your hotel is. i can get you back there just in time for your brothers to wake up…”

“ah, sounds like a plan, we just gotta take our equipment to our bus then i’ll meet you there, how does twelve sound?” he nods understanding my intentions.

“uh yeah! sounds good, wait lemme give you my numb-“

“oh doll, don’t worry about that, gotta be a little careful with who you leave your phone around,” he winks as his grip on me loosens and falls.

i almost ran out of the venue, finding cadence and the uber waiting outside on the street. “girl come on!” she waves me in letting the uber driver know where we were going.

i close the door behind me gripping my hands very hard on my phone. cay rests and hand atop mine and looks at me with concern. “hey, what’s up?”

“matt just- matt- matt invited me to their hotel.. but now we are meeting at my house at twelve.” my eyes are trained on the headrest in front of me.

“YOU WHAT, HE- HE WHAT????” cay starts freaking out as much as i would’ve if i hadn’t been in such a state of shock.

“yuuuup,” the uber slows down getting stopped close to my house. “i have his number in my phone, he said he was going to come when i text him my address.” i open my car door seeing as we’ve stopped right in front of my house.

“all the details tomorrow morning at work !!” she yells as i exit the car, waving thank you to the driver from outside the car i walk to my house to finally freak out.

WHAT THE FLYING FUCK was i doing?? no way am i about to have a one night stand with the drummer of sturnstars, one of my favourite bands

i pull my phone out of my pocket to see a new contact that was put in named “hot drummer” with a new number.

y/n

you shared your location with “hot drummer”

hot drummer (matt s)

otw!

not too long after i hear the doorbell ring throughout my house and i quickly rush to my front door. taking a deep breath in and out i push down on the large handle seeing matt on the other side of the door.

matt leans on the side of my door frame looking as delicious as ever. “hey” a smirk grows on his face as he scans my body. the black cropped long sleeve i was wearing was getting clawed at by my long done up nails. my skirt was barely covering my ass and showed a lot of my legs.

he looked at me like i was his last meal. he launches himself off the door frame as i take him by the hand, leading him to my bedroom.

he looks around at the posters on the wall, one including their old tour one. his finger glides across the arctic monkeys and slipknot ones.

“so you're a fan?” he asks coming to sit next to me.

“yeah you could say that, i’m not crazy tho, some girls are worse. if i’m being honest i didn’t even know you guys were coming here.” i say truthfully

“so if i do this,” he leans and kisses me, sparks fly in my stomach. “you’ll be okay with it.”

“and if this happens,” his hand undoes the clasp and zipper on my mini skirt, “you’ll be okay with it?”

his lips touch mine as i help him moves my skirt down to the floor as i hold the hem of his shirt pulling to take it off. my long sleeve and bra meet the floor not too far after matt’s shirt.

he manoeuvres on top of me now pressing his raging hard on top of my heat. “please matt,” i say in a whiny voice, feeling more anxious and excited.

“please what princess?” he teases.

“please fuck me,” my hand snakes to the nape of his neck as i pull him in for a kiss. his fingers clad with rings, slip into my panties as he makes cold contact with his thumb onto my clit, my eyes roll back feeling him circle around my hole before plunging in.

“oh- god matt please don’t stop,” i moan feeling him pump in and out of me. a familiar knot builds and snaps quickly due to the constant stimulation.

“mhh, come on babe, give it to me” i squeeze around his fingers hard before i cum all over his fingers. “good job baby, you did so well, you ready for me?” i nod frantically as he sticks his fingers into my mouth for me to taste myself, letting me such on his two fingers while he tugs on my panties making the small fabric keeping the whole thing together come unloose.

he's quick to undo his cargo pants letting the baggy material fall, and he tugs down his boxers letting his length spring out. i

“what the fuck, that is not going to fit in me?!?” he laughs at my surprise, pumping up and down on his monster dick.

“hey, i’ll take it slow, tonights ‘bout you.” he says hovering over me, “just tell me if it’s too much, alright?” he lines himself up and just puts the tip in, i arch my back in ecstasy feeling so full already.

“fuck, matt keep going.” he takes this as an invitation to push all the way in. my moans only become more airy as he gets deeper and deeper.

he gets more confident in his movement and keeps a steady pace, he lifts my leg, folding it by my knee, letting him hit a new spot.

“mhhh, matt don’t stop.” his pace is steady with him constantly hitting my g-spot, “i-i-”

i couldn’t even get my sentence out before i completely collapsed underneath his arms, letting myself go. “you did such a good job pretty girl, can i cum in you?”

“YES, yes matt please!” a slight feeling of overstimulation washes over me as matt grunts and shoots his load into me, falling onto my bed next to me.

“ah, come on, let's get cleaned up. nick and chris are gonna be wondering where i am.”

who knew, maybe dating a drummer isn’t that bad.

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taglist is open !

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upsidedownwithsteve · 6 months

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Emmy! I’m glad you’re feeling a little better. 🤍

What if I suggested Eddie and Christmas tree? 🥹

thank you Luna! 🧡 we’re running on a manageable 73% today!

“That’s— that’s not gonna fit in the van.”

Eddie was squinting at your choice, a healthy and full looking pine tree that stood at least three feet above you. You were clinging to the trunk, the majority of your arm swallowed by the green needles and you were staring at the boy with a crestfallen expression.

“But he’s perfect,” you intoned. Your boots were muddy and soaked through, your hands cold and cheeks nipping with the December chill. “Look at him.”

Eddie grunted, tearing his eyes away from you as he gazed at the tree with a wry expression. It was huge, at least eight feet and he tried not to rub at his temples. “I am, sweetheart, and as— handsome as it is—“

“He,” you replied, frowning. You stroked a hand fondly over a bushy branch. “It’s a he. He gives strong Michael vibes.”

Eddie blinked.

“Right.” The boy cleared his throat and slopped through a muddy puddle to get to you. The snow had came and gone over the weekend, leaving behind slush and a cold bite to the air that hurt Eddie’s ears. “Well, Michael’s gonna have to hitch a ride home with someone else, because he can’t spend Christmas with us. He’s too big.”

You gasped, an offended sound cracking through the patch of forest that was claimed by all the evergreens and around you, other families turned to stare, middle aged mothers eyeing Eddie with suspicious glares. He resisted the urge to flip them off in reply, even in the mustard yellow gloves you’d knitted him last year. Instead, he grinned - a grit of bared teeth more than anything - and he waved.

“Christ woman, people are going to think I’ve stolen your puppy if you keep lookin’ like that, sweetheart — hi, Mrs Kidston, how’s the kids?”

When the woman didn’t reply, Eddie rolled his eyes and turned back to you and your pout. You were still clinging to the tree.

“Please?” You whispered and the bobble hat you wore slipped down your forehead a little, too big and stolen from Eddie’s bottom drawer. You pushed your bottom lip out for extra effect, peering up at the boy. “Pretty please?”

Eddie groaned, swearing under his breath before he threw his head back dramatically, curls bouncing. He made a show of lifting it back up again, staring down at you with an expression that softened way too quickly. He leaned in, pecking at your lips and when you grinned against his mouth, he stole another kiss from the corner of yours.

“Fine.”

That’s how Michael the Christmas tree ended up strapped to the top of Eddie’s van with old auxiliary cables and guitar straps, bouncing on top of the roof as he swerved back into the trailer park.

Wayne watched from the window with a coffee mug in his hand, shaking his head and smothering his laughter in his caffeine as you clapped your hands from the porch. Michael took Eddie out three times before the boy managed to wrangle the tree into the living room, pine needles in his hair but a very happy girl at his side.

#eddie Munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #Eddie Munson fanfiction #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson oneshot #Eddie Munson blurb #Eddie baby blurb

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the-kr8tor · 10 months

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What about a little Drabble with a reader that can sing? Nothing professional, just had a little training growing up and only does it for fun. Maybe hobie finds her singing and listens for a bit but as soon as he’s discovered she gets kinda embarrassed about it and stops. Or he’s playing music and she just starts singing along cause singing to a song is easier than by yourself, yknow? One of those two, whichever sounds more fun to you :D

Hi angel! Thank you for requesting! Hope you like it ❤️ there was supposed to be a snippet of lyrics here but I remembered copyright law lol.

Hobie Brown x fem!reader

No specific physical description of the reader.

No warnings just FLUFF 🥰

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Grabbing your walkman from the table then clipping it to your sweatpants, you slap the headphones over your ears, while arming yourself with the colorful feather duster–you press play.

The familiar guitar riffs booms loudly through your headphones, you really shouldn't listen to music this loudly; But to hell with it, you need the background music so you could focus on cleaning the flat.

Tapping your socked feet rhythmically on the wooden floor, you shake your hips slightly to the music, harmonizing with the singer, you're home alone, the usual bashfulness when you're singing is nonexistent.

Starting with the surface of the counter, you walk towards it with a pep in your step. You dust the wooden top in rhythm with the drum beats.

You mumble through the beginning of the song, waiting for the chorus, which is your favourite part because of its iconic lyrics.

You sing without a care in the world, while you use the feather duster as your mic. Continuing on dusting away when you don't remember the next lyrics.

Unbeknownst to you, Hobie stops himself mid-greeting once he sees you dance and sing along to the faint music coming from your mustard yellow headphones.

He chuckled to himself when he recognizes the lyrics you're belting out.

You hang around him too much, before you started dating this kind of music wouldn't be your cup of tea. But now? You're the one who's dragging him to every concert.

He watches you from your windowsill, one leg up on the metal hinges, nonchalantly perched on it. Hobie wishes he has a camera on him to record your little concert. Mentally memorizing the scene in front of him would do for now at least.

You try to match the cadence of the singer as you turn around, clutching the duster like a mic.

You screech when you see Hobie's familiar figure, dropping the rainbow duster "Hobie! How long have you been there?!"

Hobie opens his mouth but no sound comes out. Forgetting about your headphones still blaring music, still in shock with embarrassment creeping up your cheeks.

Hobie stands up, motioning for you to take off the headphones.

You take it off your ears leaving it hanging over your neck, still hearing the muffled music through it, you definitely shouldn't have been listening to it this loud, or you would've heard Hobie coming in, saving yourself from embarrassment.

"Been here since the beginning" He smirks at you teasingly.

You cringe, face palming yourself "oh god!"

Hearing Hobie's footsteps you sneak a peek through your fingers. Instead of closing the gap, he shoots a practiced web on your waist. Pulling you towards him in one swift movement, you twirl around, feet sliding effortlessly until you're in his embrace.

You squeak out, grasping his strong arms to stabilize yourself, Hobie has the same idea, he holds the small of your back, lifting the hem of your shirt slighy, his thumb grazing the exposed skin.

"Got you" He gives you his signature smirk, turning your legs into jelly, good thing he's holding onto you.

You're amazed by how he can just take your breath away with minimal effort.

You hide your face in his leather vest, groaning in embarrassment.

"Didn't know there's a concert at your place, where's my ticket, hm?" He eggs you on, playfully shaking your form.

"Stooop" your muffled voice reverberates through the spandex of his suit. Hobie finds you adorable, he likes your singing voice, he'll tell you that later, but Hobie likes teasing you too much.

"Alright, alright I'll stop," Hobie says in between laughs.

You poke your head out from his vest, looking at him through your lashes with a pout.

"When I'm done" he finishes his sentence, grinning. "I didn't know they had a new band member, you got a double life too? Like Hannah Montana?"

"Augh, you're a menace!" You hide your face in his vest again, popping your head out quickly, you look at him suspiciously "wait, you know Hannah Montana?"

"Who?" Hobie feigns ignorance. He leans towards your face, cupping your chin, leading you in.

"You–" before you could get a sentence out, Hobie crashes his lips to yours, silencing any quips.

You can both still hear the music playing through your headphones, the singer chants out the last lyric of how much they can't keep their hands to themselves.

Hobie finds the lyrics appropriate as he kisses you deeply.

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Thanks for reading! Consider reblogging if you enjoyed it ❤️

#request done #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #spider punk #hobie brown #the kr8tor's creations #x reader #atsv fanfiction #spider man across the spider verse #hobie brown x fem!reader #spider punk x fem!reader #atsv fanfic #atsv hobie #atsv x reader #fanfic #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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Bitchy & mean reader

Y/N was a spoiled brat

She got what she wanted

And she destroyed whoever got in her way

She wasn't nice

Popular because people feared her

Never bothered to have many friends

She doesn't do the fake shit

Boys wanted her

And wanted her bad

But she'd ruin them in seconds

Leave them wishing they never tried in the first place

The day she set her eyes on Eddie Munson

She knew he had no option but to be hers

She fucked him on the first date

Had him crying and begging in seconds

He was a gorgeous crier

Didn't bother to listen to the rumours when he came to school, neck covered in hickies

His puppy eyes following her every move

It happened to every guy in the school

Many felt bad for Eddie

Until they noticed he got special treatment

She actually talked to him the next day

Shoving her tongue down his throat in the middle of class

Grabbing his hand and moving it under her skirt in the bathroom stall

He felt like he died and went to hell

This girl was no way making it to heaven

She loved that he was a soft boy

Quickly protecting him everywhere they went

Two boys were shoving each other in the hallway, one ended up smacking Eddie into a locker

He groaned as he held his head

"WATCH WHAT YOU ARE DOING YOU PRICKS" she screamed. Shoving both boys as hard as she could.

Both smacking into the lockers behind them

Her heated glare disappeared in seconds when her eyes landed on his puppy eyes

"you okay baby?"

Or when a girl decided to trip Eddie in the cafeteria

Laughing as he landed harshly on the ground

She marched over to the table in seconds

Grabbing the girl by her hair and yanking her off her seat

"YOU TOUCH HIM AGAIN AND I'LL KILL YOU!"

Her eyes and tone soft as she helped him up

"it's okay baby. Let's go home"

Or when a server had the nerve to get his order wrong

Eddie excitedly took the bun off of his burger, preparing to drown it in ketchup

A small frown took over his face

"baby what's wrong?" She caught on quickly

"it has mustard. I hate mustard" he admitted quietly

Grabbing a knife and preparing to scrape it off

But she snatched the plate away, marching up to the counter

"BABY ITS FINE" he yelled quickly

Not wanting her to cause a scene

Her pink heels clicked on the floor as she waited

"can I help you?" The server asked

With a polite smile, "my boyfriend asked for no mustard. Would you be able to make him a new one please?"

She may be a bitch but she had manners

Unless they didn't have manners back

"I'm sorry ma'am but he never said that"

"you calling my boyfriend a liar?"

Eddie heard her voice getting mad

Quickly sliding out of the booth to calm her down

"baby it's fine" he said sweetly. Kissing her cheek

"no baby. You want no mustard and you ordered it with no mustard" she said sternly

"no he didn't" the server snapped back

"YES HE DID! HE WANTS A BURGER, SLIGHTLY PINK WITH NO FUCKING MUSTARD!"

Another time they forgot his extra pickles

"is your food right baby?" She asked sweetly

Her pink nails holding his hand

He nodded and lied through his teeth

"perfect"

She eyed his plate

"did you get your extra pickles?" She asked, noticing his plate didn't seem to have a single pickle on it

"no but that's okay. I don't really want them anymore"

But her ass was already walking away

Her tiny skirt flowing on her hips as she walked with purpose

Seconds later coming back with a plate of pickles

Free of charge :)

Eddie simply got whatever he asked for

She had money and she'd buy him anything he wanted

The blue guitar he kept seeing at the mall?

She bought it a day later

The leather jacket he tried on but put back when he saw the price?

She yanked it right off the rack, shoving it in her cart

If he wanted three types of candies at the movie theater, her baby got all three

She was a bitch

A stone cold mean asshole

But with Eddie?

That was her baby

And she would cherish him for life

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst #eddie munson angst x reader #eddie munson request #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanon #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie Munson x rich reader #Eddie Munson x bitch reader

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abandoned-as-mustard · 6 months

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Me: yeah I'm kinda good at guitar

Me: *advanced in one (1) song, basic in others, so it evens out*

#self taught #b minor you are the bane of my existence #maybe i just need to cut my nails *again*#mustard's guitar

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yuurei20 · 1 year

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Cater Info Compilation part 1: Secret Inner Life

We are given several hints that there is more depth to Cater than he wants people to know about. His lab wear vignette is particularly interesting: tasked with infusing mandrakes with magic, Vil, Lilia and Cater agree to “make mandrakes that are totally on-brand” for themselves.

Cater’s first attempt is “an ultra-pink mandrake with big, round eyes”. Vil expresses surprise, saying “I never knew your tastes trended so feminine, Cater”, but Cater insists that they don’t: it is the influence of his two older sisters.

“In the Diamond household, everything’s judged by one simple question: ‘But is it cute?’. Day in and day out, no matter what I did, if it wasn’t cute, it didn’t cut the mustard! Drawings, handicrafts, store-bought sweets, you name it! So I guess I’ve got ‘make it cute’ burned into my brain as a first instinct.”

(This is why the word “cute” comes up so often in Cater’s original dialogue, which NA sometimes removes or rewrites, despite being a significant character trait.)

This also possible connects to Firelit Sky where Jamil notices that Cater isn’t buying any souvenirs for himself. Based on Cater’s name brand phone case and bag, he recommends a shop more for locals than tourists, and a salmon pink scarf.

When Cater explains “It’s not really a color I usually go for…” (due to how cuteness has been imposed onto him his entire life), Jamil explains that he “thought a softer color suited (Cater’s) personality”, as he is “so friendly and easy to get along with."

Jamil says, "You give off a gentle vibe….I’ve been grateful for your and Trey’s steadying presence today.” Cater is surprised, saying “That’s really how I come off?…I didn’t know you saw me that way”, but ultimately does buy the scarf.)

Cater’s next mandrake has “a deep crimson coloration with a card pattern” that “almost looks like it’s holding a guitar”, but his third mandrake is described as “hugging its knees and huddling in place”. Lilia comments, “Perhaps Cater’s sunny disposition belies a morose side that the rest of us never see”, but Cater insists that they he is “reading too much into this”. Cater successfully presents three mandrakes, “a skipping one, a flashy, bright-red one…and one rolling on the table laughing”.

When Vil says that he saw Cater make more than the three required for the assignment, Cater insists that they are the only ones he has. When Crewel calls Cater out for socializing in class Vil and Lilia claim he “should take class more seriously”, despite being equally guilty (“The key to being a good performer is knowing when to leave the stage”).

Cater defends himself by presenting three more mandrakes that he had been trying to hide, saying, “It just doesn’t say Cay-Cay if it’s not happy enough to life people’s spirits”.

Cater says he is “a party boy at heart”, but also, “Just between you and me, keeping a smile plastered on my face for hours on end at a party is a exhausting. Ah, just kidding there, really!” and “You wanna know more about me, huh? I can’t go giving away ALL my secrets.”

In a voice line Silver says “Cater’s very cheery and upbeat…which is why the sinister expression he wore in costume sent a chill down my spine”. Trey says, “Cater won’t stop asking me if there’s a trick to growing taller. I keep telling him I have no idea, but he never gives up", insinuating that his height might be a sensitive topic for Cater.

He has a voice line that says, “Sometimes I’ve got no clue what’s going through your head. Whaddya mean, “pot, meet kettle”? I’m plenty easy to understand!”

#twstcater #caterfacts #twstfacts #twisted wonderland #Cater Diamond

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slfcare · 2 years

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if you had a bad day and need to empty your mind: here are some very specific things to actively listen to in songs:

the drums in the first 32 seconds of ‘for meg’ by on the might of a princes

actually just the entirety of ‘big sky’ by acai

the drums+electric guitar combo from 2:03 to 3:40 in ‘sirens pt. II’ by brookside

the guitar in 1:40 to 2:15 in ‘nude’ by radiohead (2:04 gets me every time)

that tinyyy little tone in 3:47 to 3:51 in ‘rosyln’ by bon iver & st. vincent

the super relaxing bassline in ‘liquid love’ by billie marten

that part in ‘mustard’ by strawberry milk cult where the music sort of pauses, when he goes “cause it’s a…. long walk on the way to the top”??

the way ‘stolen dance’ by milky chance sounds like what wrapped in a blanket feels like. or drifting in a warm pool. especially from 3:13 and onward

everything about the first 24 seconds of ‘still beating’ by mac demarco

the drums (beat in general) in ‘this head i hold’ by electric guest

the harmonies in the background in ‘lego house’ by ed sheeran (listen from 0:43 how they start on “down”!! so pretty!!)

#bee shares songs #bee’s music recs #music recommendation #music recommendations #music recs #song recs #song recommendation #song recommendations

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books-are-escapes · 9 months

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real love baby - j. s.

word count: 1.1k

it's a sweet summer night. you and the dags have some time off, so natasha and you suggested a cute, little backyard barbecue. there's a playlist filling the space on the house speakers. bradley's flipping burgers because he's a natural at making them juuust the right amount of done and juicy too.

you're in the kitchen with natasha and bob, helping fix sides. you settled to work on the deviled eggs because you, too, are a natural. natasha's on potato salad and bob's cutting some fruit. mickey's just happy for some genuine fun in his life, but cannot be trusted near anything that's supposed to be edible, so he sits on a bar stool, elbows on the granite counter top, bobbing his head to the music while his girlfriend sits with him, just as content.

javy, reuben and jake are in the backyard, tossing a football around. javy's girlfriend scrolls through her phone, checking her boyfriend's butt out every so often.

you have a small window right above the sink, giving you a sweet view of jake. his sunglasses are still resting on his nose even though the sun's nearly gone, his hair is still as gelled as ever and his smile is a big contrast to his tan skin. everyone knows, except for him.

natasha places her hand on your wrist, stopping you from filling the halves with the mustard and mayo mixture. "something's gotta happen here soon, this is getting sad to watch." bob chuckled, your mouth fell open. "that made me sad!" you pouted. "only speaking facts honey.” she shrugged. “i just don’t know what to do. i want him to ask me out, but i am so frustrated that he's not picking up on a single thing i'm doing."

bob kept cutting the strawberries, "men are stupid. so are boys. but men are too. sometimes we just need a large sign that says, 'we like you dumbass.’” he smirked as you laughed.

"yeah, that might have to be it."

real love baby by father john misty comes on. the guitar cues you in, you had just finished filling the eggs. hearing this song makes you want to just float around, there's some type of magic in this tune. you give nat a knowing look and start moving.

our hearts are free, so tell me what's wrong with the feeling

you carry the egg tray outside to the table, the rhythm settling into your hips. bradley's singing into the spatula. javy and reuben have their hands in the air and their eyes are closed as they sway. natasha had pulled bob out onto the deck and made him dance with her a little. none of us were sure what was going on there, maybe nothing? maybe something?

jake locked eyes with you, smiled real big, rolled his eyes and shook his head.

mickey and his girlfriend had begun to slowly dance together as well as javy and his lady. reuben came up the steps and wrapped one arm around bradley's shoulders and the two of them sang

i want real love baby. ooh, don't leave me waiting.

you had taken your phone out to record this moment as it was something that you wanted to keep forever. you had only recorded a few seconds, being sure you spent a couple extra seconds on reuben and bradley. you watched the video and didn't notice.

jake had made his way up the steps, after realizing you didn't have a partner either. "may i?" your mouth fell open, your eyes were wide as they looked from his outstretched hand to his eyes.

"oh! um... sure!" you set your phone down and wiped your hand on your jean shorts before taking his hand. he gingerly pulled you to him. this means nothing. you thought to yourself. his large hand was pressed flat on the small of your back, keeping your body close to his while his other hand still held onto yours. nothing at all.

your hand held his shoulder as the two of you stepped back and forth to the beat. you were so flustered in this moment, you couldn't bring yourself to keep your head up. jake, being hisself says, "why don't you want to look up at me?" you let a breath pass through your nose to represent a laugh. you figured you'd take another shot. "because i might fall in love if i do." your head was still pointed down, looking at your painted toes.

there was a long pause before he says, "look at me, please." his voice almost begged, and you obliged. big mistake. you were more right than you thought you would be. the way his eyes pressed into you and the way they bore into your own. "there we go." a soft smile graced his lips.

"oh jake," you patted his shoulder a couple of times. "if only." his brows furrowed. "what do you mean?" you breathed deeply, in and out. "i mean, i like you. a lot. and i want, i've been waiting, for you to ask me on a date. and you just haven't. you've been so oblivious and i'm frustrated with you but then you flash your smile and your green eyes look me over and it all goes away and then i'm frustrated again."

jake was stunned, utterly shook. he'd never had someone be so upfront with him. "wow." was the only thing he could say.

your head dropped, "worth a last shot, i guess." you mumbled. "hey." he said, your face lifted to focus on him. his eyes locked with yours before drifting around your face. "can i take you out on a date? please?" your heart went from the lowest drop to the highest mountain. "i would really love that jake."

his hand slid the rest of the way around your body, gripping your waist, it sent light tingles through your skin. you rested your head on his shoulder, taking in this moment with him. his cologne clung to his neck. he pressed the lightest kiss to your cheek before resting his head on top of yours.

i'm a flower, you're my bee. it's much older than you and me. i'm in love, i'm alive.

unbeknownst to you, natasha had taken your phone off the table and recorded you and jake as well. after finding out, you'd watch that video just about three times a day, remembering his hand on your waist, the smell of his cologne, when he pressed a gentle kiss on your cheek, how his jaw felt against your head, how real that moment felt.

he had taken you on a few dates, the first one was just some ice cream, then the next one was a drive-in and your most recent one had been a picnic on the beach. your relationship was growing. every day with him made you feel giddy, like a child, inside. yeah, jake was a natural flirt. women would eyeball him all the time at the hard deck, but the best thing, was he only had eyes for you.

#top gun maverick #glen powell #top gun: maverick #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman fic #hangman x reader #hangman seresin x reader #hangman x you #spotify

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skeleton-mischief · 3 months

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Red Serrif

I actually used to hate Fell Sans because he sexually harassed women. Bro is canonically a woman respecter what happened actually?

Anyways, I decided to make him my little meow meow instead and he's thriving

To Note: Some of these are actually canon facts but I'm putting these here for more organization

- Official height 5'5, he has sneakers after all

- He/Him

- Nihilist

- Emotional constipation is this guys middle name do NOT expect him to give good advice

- Horrible at taking care of himself, his bedroom is yucky

- Drinks Mustard

- Extremely patient with his brother, despite acting otherwise

- He blames himself for his bad dynamic with his brother, he knows that Pitch is trying to mend it but the two just don't know how to go about it

- Older brother model with Rus

- Ha has little to no filter

- Assertive, pessimistic, cynical, overthinker, lazy, distrustful, blunt, playful, easily irritated, teasing, confrontational, laid back, intuitive, and reckless

- He had a weird relationship with Gaster, and he wishes that he was able to do more before he watched Gaster lose HOPE

- Prefers pranks and knock knock jokes over puns

- Will welcome a fight, though he tends to provoke them at times since he learned that being a smug asshole shows his cool guy persona

- He has outright thrown Burgerpants out of Grillby's before

- He is a dog person but doesn't admit it to Pitch

- He curses often, but he actively tries not to in front of Pitch

- He likes action films since it's fast paced and dramatic, but he secretly loves romance films sometimes and can get sucked in a telenovela

- He doesn't admit it, but he gets jumpscared by horror films and ends up feeling embarrassed

- He'll eat practically anything and compliment someone's garbage food, but you can tell he likes something when he takes his time

- He only likes Grillby's burgers, no one can perfectly get it right

- Wore mittens underground, but he doesn't use them much when he was thrown into another alternative timeline

- He uses his magic to light his cigarettes, flicking his thumb to do so since his magic involves flame like abilities

- His magic smells of burning wood, while his magic tastes of cherry

- He has ash and yellow tinted bone due to his smoking and overall environment undergroung

- I think he'd be allergic to cats, so he always knows when Doomfanger is around

- He feels like he can't protect Pitch anymore, especially since he remains distant with Pitch, he's the one to push the distance between the two

- He wears sneakers to annoy others, especially in Snowdin since they squeak

- He has a collar he got from Alphys, so he gave it to his pet rock. Instead of it being a "tame rock" he'll take it on walks and go "down! Down boy!" As if it growled. Frisk has probably heard it do so before but no one knows if it's sentient or not

- He sweats due to his heavy jacket & stress. Because of his stress, his eye glows constantly in one eyelight

- He always wears 5 rings and uses magic to prevent them from falling off, he's basically flexing that he can use his magic for dumb reasons

- Calls Pitch any variation of Boss. "Chief, Jefe, Boss, Honcho, Boss Man, etc"

- He tried Pitch's boots once and felt alive

- Pays Grillby in socks, even if it pisses him off. Grillby doesn't seem to mind though, since he can be seen wearing them

- He got a custom jacket from Grillby for making him laugh once. This is canon since it's proven to be a copy of what Grillby wears but I decided that it would be cool if it was customized by Pitch to give him an original style

- He sells chimichangas that his brother makes instead of hot dogs

- Likes fist bumps

- Would play electric guitar if given the chance

- Has beef with Error

- wore a grey jacket, mismatched socks, Crocs, and a nasty red shirt before he got yassified

- Opens his mouth with fire in genocide battle

- He struggles expressing himself, so he uses physical touch instead

- He would make a horrible first impression

- He would call Frisk "pipsqueak"

- An angry crier, he hyperventilates and can lash out at others. He doesn't like to do that though, so he often will hide away to cry

- Would call his lover "sweetheart"

- Plays the trumpet

- A woman respecter

- Has a red tricycle with small little red flames to look cooler than Vanilla's bike

- "His room would be messier with a bunch of socks,slippers, and sneakers (all mix matched) he’d probably have a pile of broken alarm clocks that papyrus gave him (smashed them all), a coat hanger that has one gray hoodie on it." I believe this is paraphrasing the canon creator Underfella

- His rings and gold chains act as collar/leash for his gaster blaster's during the betrayal route, I still think he'd use them even outside of this

- His red eye is reflective of his corrupted emotional state, so when he uses gravity/spacetime magic, his eye flickers yellow and orange.

- Likes green martinis [specifically honeydew martinis, an appletini, or a margarita.]

- Only calls Pitch Pap or Papyrus when it's serious or when he needs to get his attention

- Somehow has an employee discount at hot topic

- Is far from a morning person, you'll see him act like a corpse and drag a blanket around while his eyes are mostly closed. He stays up gaming though so you can't feel too bad for him

- He has a mug for coffee with just the giant words "CUM" on it

- He has reading glasses but they broke and he wants to look cool. As a result he squints his eyes a lot

- Has sleep paralysis often due to his anxiety and stress

- He shares his music tastes with others but won't let others know his favorite hobbies

- He has bitten people before. I'm sorry, I don't make the rules (I do)

- He's actively fled from his brother when it's time to clean or bathe. I know this mf smells god awful while underground. I think only above ground when he's no longer needing to put his focus on survival does he start to take care of his hygiene

- Has some cracks and scars on his bone, but no one sees it because he hides this

- His soul has a dullness to it and actively was cracked at some point. He's very protective of it and he won't show it until waaaaay later

- He can't take the heat if you flirt with him back, kinda getting a little goofy and being unable to take himself seriously- especially if you're smiling and laughing with him

- Games he likes to play are more free shooter games, sandbox games such as Minecraft, and in secret he has ACNH where he makes sure his island has style and a good aesthetic

- He would be the king of socks like Vanilla but he gives his socks to Grillby instead

Closing Notes: some of these are straight up from Underfella, so I recommend going over to their account to give this popular AU some fun! I don't expect the creator to ever see my stuff, but I wanted to stay at least devoted to their creation while throwing out my own interpretations and hc's! Thank you for reading

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It Feels So Right

Word Count: 2,471

Writers Note: Since you voted for this one here you go!

Warning: SMUT

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: 1955 The Garnets and The Blue Moon boys are all on tour alongside Elvis and Cecelia, with Hank Snow and the rest, but when a rainy night happens Elvis and Cecelia learn that the developing feelings they have for each other feel so... Right.

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May 1955

"So the chord progression is...." Cecelia trailed off as she looked over and saw Elvis, his fingers on the fret of his guitar, her cheeks rosy as she caught him looking back at her. Elvis and Cecelia had been friends now for a year. Yet their bandmates knew there was chemistry between them, "The chord progression is what?" Rosa asked, her guitar in hand as Cecelia was still stuck,

"D, G, C, Then D." Daphane said as she laughed, "But there's another D on Cecelia's mind." Cecelia snapped back when she heard Carlotta and Rosa laughing,

"I am not thinking of Elvis at all..." Cecelia huffed,

"No one mentioned him," Daphane smirked as Cecelia rolled her eyes. Sun had partnered up with Paradise Records to crossover some of their audience to a broader black audience, thus the reason Cecelia and her gobsmacking Garnets were on a tour bus with Elvis and many other artists on a tour. Hosted by Hank Snow, an acquaintance of Cecelia's mother, who wasn't accompanying her on the tour. However, her mother's assistant. Midge would be their babysitter, as Carlotta would put it.

They had made a quick lunch stop as Cecelia stayed on the bus to rework the arrangements of songs for the tour. She never meant to separate herself,

"Cece catch!" Elvis threw a burger at her, and she caught it as she laughed,

"Did you get bacon on it?"

"Oh shoot, I forgot..." He said in a sarcastic tone. He noticed her nose scrunch up as he smirked, "Of course I did!" He laughed as she sat next to him,

"So how's the arrangin goin'," Elvis asked, biting into his burger,

"Not good..." She blushed. Looking away as she bit into her burger, Elvis touched her hand. and her insides tingled,

"What's going on with it..." He asked. Taking a glance at her, Cecelia sighed, "Rosa's an alto, Daphane is a tenor and Carlotta's pitchy,"

"Bit bitchy too..." Elvis mumbled,

"What was that?"

"A bit pitchy too, I-I agree." He laughed as she leaned closer to him. "I know what you said, Pres." She playfully punched him as he pulled her into his lap, her legs flying up in her pink pants,

"ELVIS!!!!" She squeaked as he kept laughing, his tongue pressed against her face as he licked her cheek like a happy dog, "You had mustard on yer face." He winked as she chuckled,

"How's things with you and Dixie..." Changing the subject so she could ground herself,

"Oh... uh..."

"Uh oh, I know that face..." Cecelia looked into his eyes, her heart pounding as she wanted to grab him and kiss him,

"We uh didn't make it..."

"You took her to prom and..."

"She said the fame was gettin too much for her to handle."

"Geez, Pres, I'm sorry..." Her eyes had a compassionate feel to them."I know you loved her," She hugged him as he blushed hard. He loved Dixie, but when he was in Cecelia's arms, he couldn't help but feel like he was home.

"I've gotten over it." He shrugged,

"Well, I uh broke up lately too," Elvis looked shocked. He didn't know she was seeing anyone, and suddenly. There was a pit of butterflies in his stomach taking over where jealousy was about to form.

"Well, not exactly a breakup, more like we went out, and it just wasn't uh..."

"Right." He responded as their eyes met, "Yeah..." She looked down at his lips as she began to imagine how they'd feel on hers,

"Scotty!" Rosa giggled,

"Tonight... would be perfect, rain and love maki-" The two stopped as they saw Elvis and Cecelia, the two clearing their throats as they blushed,

"Uh..."

"Don't care..." Carlotta sighed. As the rest of the artists got back on the bus. The night then began to fall as Cecelia and Elvis were now in the back clowning around and reading,

"Will you two knock it off!" DJ shouted playfully as the pair laughed, balancing coins on his head, "Sorry, DJ!" Hank shook his head. It was like herding cats, except the cats were America's brightest stars. Cecelia then pulled out a book.

"The Return of The King?" Elvis questioned as Cecelia looked up.

"Yes..."

"Oh great, she's reading her nerd book..." Rosa groaned,

"You like J.R.R. Tolkien!" he grinned as she nodded, "Mind if I read with ya..." He asked as Cecelia smiled,

"I don't mind." She pulled out her blanket and pulled him close to her,

"You can get under it if you'd like."

"I wanna get under you..." He mumbled as Cecelia turned red and ignored his comment, but Elvis knew she heard him. Getting under, he took the book from her as he read. His voice was soothing and relaxing as she lay in his lap, "Elvis..."

"Hmm..."

"N-nothing." She took a deep breath as Elvis winked, "You sure, darlin?"

"Yeah."

The bus had stopped at the motel as the ground rules were set to who was staying where and who would be sharing what rooms.

"I'm staying with Scotty tonight..." Rosa smirked as Cecelia nodded. She was still stuck at what happened, the feeling she felt in his lap, the feeling she got looking at him, "Hey, Cece, you okay?" Rosa asked, changing into her sexy negligee, "Yeah... I uh," she wrapped her arms around herself, "Uh oh... You're in love." Rosa smiled,

"Or lust..."

"L-Lust...I've never..."

"C, you're a woman, not a little girl anymore, no matter how your mama treats you,"

"But... I promised my mother I'd-"

"She's not here, and Midge is at a Casino with her wife. Let loose a little," Rosa said as she chuckled, "Besides if you don't stew Elvis's cabbage, someone else will..." Rosa said as Cecelia rolled her eyes, but she was right,

"It's not sex, Rosa, I... Love him." She sat by the window as she swooned,

"Okay, and so do many others..." She turned to face her friend as she was applying her makeup, "Oh... You're in love, love..." Rosa giggled, "Awe, finally!" She cheered as Cecelia blushed hard," I knew you liked him since that night in the diner, but you came to your feelings." She kept awing at her, "Does Elvis know..." Rosa asked,

"No..." Rosa face-palmed at Cecelia,

"So you're saying you got a thing for Val?" DJ smirked, "We knew that." Scotty added as Elvis rolled his eyes, "I don't know if she's into me..." He sighed as his bandmates stared at him, "Elvis... She adores ya." Bill laughed, "No girl would share her book with you less she likes you," DJ added as Elvis nodded, "You got a point," Elvis smiled, he had loved Cecelia since he met her, but what he was feeling tonight was a bit different, with the pitter-patter of the rain of the window he could imagine holding her close and kissing her lips and trailing sweet kisses down her,

"So, Elvis, you know when Rehearsals are?"

"Hell, if I know Scotty..."

KNOCK

The door opened, and there stood Rosa in her robe as she looked at Scotty, "Goodnight gentlemen..." Rosa said, practically kicking them out of the room as Elvis, DJ, And Bill stood laughing, "Well, we're gonna hit the hay, but you have a good night, E."

Cecelia tried to go to sleep, but she couldn't. She kept thinking of Elvis and how she wanted him close to her, but nothing would do, "Guess I'll call..." Taking the phone into the room, she called her mother,

"Denise Valmos speaking, who's this?"

"It's just me calling to say we made it to the motel. We have rehearsals tomorrow at 10 am." She smiled,

"Mhmm and you're staying clear of that Elvis boy?" Cecelia felt her heart flutter at the mention of his name, "Y-Yeah..."

"Good, you know they say he could be a sexual deviant." Denise sighed,

"Mother..."

"Yes..."

"Nothing, I'll call you tomorrow." Cecelia smiled and hung up. Putting on her heeled slippers, she put on her dramatic robe and walked to the tour bus, opening the door. She sat in the back and leaned against the cool metal wall of the bus as the rain dropped. It reminded her of the tin roof she grew up under as a kid. Her mind began to wander, and Elvis was in all her thoughts as she blushed. Maybe it was time to tell him that she liked him,

"This... Uh, bus taken?"

"Not at all..." His hair was a bit wet from the rain. She bit her lip, not knowing what her body was going through, but she wouldn't say she wasn't enjoying it,

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?"

"Not really..." She sighed, "A lot on my mind..."

"Like what? "

"Well... There's this someone I like a lot..." Elvis felt a punch in his gut as he tried to smile,

"Oh... What's this, fella like..."

"Well, he's... Charmin, smart, kind, funny, country..." She got closer to him,

"Sounds good... What's he look like?"

"Tall, dark handsome..." That could be anyone, was what Elvis thought, "Beautiful blue eyes and the most pouty kissable lips." Elvis smirked as he turned to her, his signature curl stuck to his forehead as she bit her lip. Elvis leaned in closer,

"Would I know him..." Cecelia got closer,

"Depends..."

"Who is it..."

"You..." She smirked as she felt his lips on hers. They were as soft as a dream cloud, and suddenly, her brain was flaming, her eyes were closed, and the rain was falling harder. Elvis licked her bottom lip as she opened her mouth, heat radiating off of them as his heart was beating faster. Her thighs were by both sides of his legs, and she was on top of him,

"Didn't think you'd be this kind of girl..." He smirked,

"Neither did I..." She giggled, and the two continued to make out as Elvis was now on top of her, her leg wrapped around his waist as he was now kissing down her neck,

"May I have you..."

"Yes..." She moaned as she blushed. She was shocked at herself. One-half of her wished she'd said no, but the rest of her wanted this new forbidden feeling.

"You sure..."

"More than anything..." She smiled at him. Elvis pulled himself out from his pajama pants as she gasped,

"Mind putting me in, honey." He asked as she blushed. Cecelia had no clue what she was doing, but neither did Elvis, but still, it felt so right. Although Elvis was big, he was girthy and gentle. Cecelia held onto him. She was adjusting to his size as she hid her face in his shoulder,

"What's wrong..."

"Embarrassed," She sighed,

"It's just us and the rain," He kissed her neck as he smiled, his hands touching the silk of her nightgown, "Just us..." His hips sputtered into her as she moaned again,

"You okay?"

"Mhmm..." Cecelia blushed, "Could you do that again..." His hips moved again as she let out another breathy moan,

"You like that..." His voice was husky,

"Yes..." The rain continued to beat harder against the window that was fogging up. His hands were on her hips as her eyes closed from the pleasure.

"Look at me, princess..." Her eyes opened as she fell in love even more,

"Oh..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing... I liked that too." She felt him picking up the pace with his thrust as she began to grind into him. It was like a dance. He'd lead, and she'd follow,

"Fuck.. Cece!"

"Yes!" She gasped, her hands pressed against the glass of the back window,

"Faster!"

"Like that?"

"A little more..." She moaned, her back arching at the sight,

"Like that?"

"A bit more..." Elvis gripped her hips as he began to roll his hips into her,

"Fuck fuck fuck yes! YES!" Cecelia nearly growled,

"Oh God! Cece, you feel so good." Elvis trembled, feeling her tighten around him. He was hitting her G-spot, and she was loving it. Her body fell into what some would call pleasure, "More!" She began to beg as Elvis closed his eyes. He was nearing his end as he moaned in her ear, "Fuck..." He shuttered as Cecelia felt warm inside, her breathing heavy as Elvis felt drowsy.

"Elvis..."Her eyes were wide.

"Hmm..."

"Did we just have..."

"Mhmm..."

"Do you think she knows..."

"Who?"

"My mama... What if she knows!" Cecelia asked, "What if I failed her, and she can feel it..." She said as Elvis laughed and kissed her. "What Mrs. Valmos won't know won't hurt her," He pulled her close, "As long as I didn't get you pregnant..." Elvis said as Cecelia panicked, "ELVIS!"

"You kept sayin more, and You looked like an angel... and, well, It slipped out." Elvis sighed as Cecelia blushed,

"It was kinda sexy..."She grinned. Elvis pulled out of her, and she felt his warm seed drip down her leg,

"Very hot..." She kissed him. The two then got reoriented as Cecelia walked back into the motel. She bumped into Midge, who was smirking. Oh crap, she knew, and she'd tell Denise.

"So you and Elvis, huh..."

"I-I didn't do anything. How do you know? Are my hips wide or somethin!"

"No, you're just really loud,"

"What do you mean loud,"

"Oh, Elvis, yes!" Daphane and Carlotta teased,

"Not to mention the bus was shaking." Midge winked,

"Don't tell my mama..."

"That you became a woman, of course not," Midge smirked,

"We're gonna order champagne and celebrate!" Daphane smirked,

"Celebrate what," Rosa smirked, her lipstick smeared around her lips as she saw the look in her eyes,

"Oh... Wait, no..." Rosa began to question as she then saw Elvis walk by,

"Will I see you in my dreams tonight..."

"No, but you'll see me in your room tonight..." Cecelia winked. Cecelia smirked, "Excuse me, ladies..." She walked by them and took him by the arm.

"She used to look at me like that..." Carlotta sighed,

*Bonus*

The morning birds chirped as Cecelia woke up, "Mornin sleepy head..." Elvis grinned, combing his hair.

"Mornin... Why're you all dressed up?"

"We got rehearsals today," Elvis mentioned,

"At, 10," Cecelia mentioned,

"Cece, it's 9:59."

"FUCK!"

"We did all night long." He joked as Cecelia got up and began to get ready, sometimes Elvis was a pain in the ass, but the life she was leading felt so right,

"ELVIS, MOVE!" she laughed, his arms around her waist as she was brushing her teeth,

"Make me." He laughed as she rolled her eyes,

"I gotta spit this out!"

"I know something else you can spit out." He smirked,

"ELVIS!"

"CECE!"

"You two knock it off!" Hank shuddered, "I better not come in there and see you two-"

"Two what?" Cecelia smiled, dressed and in her makeup, "See you on the bus, Mr. Snow." Elvis smiled,

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