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fangirl94stuff · 1 year

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NEW BAND IMAGINES WATTPAD COVER!

PART 2 (ONGOING)

https://www.wattpad.com/story/88309217-band-imagines-part-2

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https://www.wattpad.com/story/47046592-band-imagines

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njpuckbunny · 9 months

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thank god for thin walls

kellin quinn x reader

summary : will coworker and neighbor Kellin suppress his feelings for y/n for the rest of his life? or will the thin walls of their apartment spoil his plans?

warnings : p in v, smut, swear words, masturbation, inaccurate depiction of sex (dick outline in stomach), and everything that comes with sex!

BEEP

You groaned and rolled over as you pressed your alarm to silence. The stress of today would have to wait until another time to both you. In the meantime, you had to get ready for another long day of work. Usually, you had worked only on weekdays, but one of your coworkers needed to give up her shifts to you because she “NEEDED to go on vacation”.

whatever.

You knew that not being on vacation and being stuck with your least favorite coworker made you a little petty at her for her trip. As you threw on your clothes and required shirt, you got ready to stand at a desk and wait for men to mansplain guitars to you.

Great !

You pulled opened the blinds of your apartment to see the cloudy skies and rain soaked pavement. Making your way out the door, you saw your neighbor walking out of his door too. Kellin Quinn, your neighbor and coworker, was one of the few people you actually loathed. You never really knew why you hated him, you just did. Was is that he was loud and annoying? or the fact that his hair fell perfectly everytime he looked your way?

anyway.

You made your way down the stairs of the apartment complex with Kellin not far in front of you. You were just about to turn directions and head to your car until you heard Kellin snicker, “following me to work again y/n?”

You glared at him and scoffed, “you wish.” You felt that after being harassed by Kellin in the apartment parking lot, that you deserved breakfast. You drove down the street to your local Starbucks, a block away from your work. After pulling in and parking, you stood at the back of the store, noticing quite a backup in the store. It moved slower than you hoped it would, but you were still on schedule. Your order consisted of one iced blonde latte, a breakfast sandwich, and a cake pop. The barista had sandy blonde hair and he was certainly very friendly towards you. Deep down you hoped he would give you his number, but your flirting failed you today. Before you knew it, you were back in your car and on the way to work. The sound of

“morning…. oh,” kellin, your least favorite coworker, scratch that, least favorite person, spoke in a monotone voice to you, “thought you were someone else y/n.”

You decided to take no shit today and replied, “yea fuck you too,”

“Shitttt,” he exaggerated, “didn’t know you didn’t even get to sip your morning coffee yet.”

“Yea well I don’t see a fresh latte made for you do I,” You retorted.

Kellin scoffed, and before he could make his next comeback, Jackie, another female coworker of yours, asked for his help. To your knowledge, she needed help with restringing a guitar for a regular. You were a bit glad that he was occupied with another task so you could enjoy your coffee and help customers on your own. You couldn’t help but think how Jackie got a job at the guitar store if she couldn’t even restring a guitar by herself. But you didn’t really care. You turned around to check on her to see Kellin kneeling down in front of her, manually helping her with the task at hand. You couldn’t help and feel the jealousy bubbling in your stomach.

His calloused fingers slid across the fretboard, guiding the strings up the neck of the guitar. Kellin feels your gaze burning into the back of his head, but he can’t stop himself from staying frozen in the spot he’s crouched down in. He’s trying to explain in 200 different ways how to restring a guitar just to spend time away from the register.

Light rain drizzled outside which caused you to turn your back from Kellin to peer outside. A sigh of relief filled the quiet store, but no one paid any mind to it.

It was a sheer understatement to say you were infatuated with Kellin. Would you tell anyone? no. Do you secretly wish he would do something about it? yes. You thought about him everyday and every night. Sometimes, when he would bring over fuck buddies or women he picked up that night, you would hear his moans and breaths through the wall, wishing the next and final girl he brought home to make love to was you. But it never was. Thank god for thin walls.

With your brain stimulated from your previous thoughts, you could only process when you were off of work. A quick glance up to the clock had shown that you only had 25 more minutes left of your feet hurting. Then it was back to the relaxing comfort of your couch and netflix. You decided that you would rearrange the picks by color order and thickness, to waste the remaining time you had at work.

Kellin took the task of standing behind the counter while you started on your rearranging. Your focus was dwindling quickly with Kellin in front of you. The mask of hatred and annoyance was fighting with your true feelings of lust. Your mind couldn’t help but trail back to the grunts you heard emanating from Kellin’s room last week and the times before that. Snapped out of your thoughts by an alarm, you peeked over the counter to see a timer going off on Kellin’s phone for 7:30, your punch out time, which was coincidentally his too.

You made your way back over to the counter and reached below it to grab your stuff. With Kellin in the space with you, it was admittedly a little bit crowded. The tight space resulted in your hand brushing against his lower abdomen while you reached for your bag.

“sorry,” you managed to squeak out. Usually, you weren’t shy about bumping into people, but that close to his—-

His snicker interrupted your internal conversation while he walked out the back door. You rolled your eyes thinking nothing of it and made your way to your car.

The drive home wasn’t too bad, minus the rain and traffic the time had brought. It felt faster than the drive there or it could have been the eagerness to get home and relieve the sexual tension in your core.

The light rain was turning into heavy downpour and bringing a storm with it. Your car thankfully made it safely to your apartment complex and you were ready to take a shower to wash your dirty thoughts away. As you walked up the stairs to your floor, you heard some commotion going on. You weren’t able to pinpoint exactly where it was from, but it didn’t bother you.

You unlocked your door and sluggishly walked into your room. Your shower was pretty big, with marbled floors, and a glass door. The sound of the streams of water hitting the marble was relieving after being on your feet all day long. You slipped out of your clothes and stepped into the shower.

Your sigh filled the bathroom while you reached down to grab your shampoo. You squeezed the bottle in your hand and lathered it up, ready to put it in your hair. It felt so soothing as you massaged it through your scalp. You washed it out and brushed out your hair with a bit of conditioner.

As you stepped out of the shower and grabbed your towel, you heard some ruffling outside of your apartment again. You wiped your hand across the mirror to rub away some of the steam that appeared on it. You decided to forgo a bra, putting on a pair of underwear, sweatpants, and an oversized tee.

You sat in your bed, on your phone, waiting for a sign to go to bed.

A groan passed through the walls into your room.

“What the f-“ you were cut off by another moan that came from your neighbor.

You knew whose voice it was,but it scared you knowing that if Kellin was jacking off the day that your tension skyrocketed…. then you had a better chance of fucking him.

“Just like that y/n”

Excuse me?

Was he thinking about you, or just trying to fuck with your head, completely aware you were his neighbor. You decided to see for yourself as your adrenaline took over your instincts. The sound of bed squeaks made you think it was real, but purposely saying someone’s name who you KNEW they were your neighbor? didn't think so.

His door was already cracked and through it you could see his head thrown back and his chest heaving. One of his hands was over his mouth and the other was wrapped around his erection. To be fair, the size of it had surprised you. It surprised you so much to the fact that you had put your hand on the door and stepped ever so slightly that the door had creaked.

shit.

The sound of frantic movement under the covers and pants filled up the room.

He was the one who spoke first, “how long have you been standing there?”

“Since I decided that I wanted to know if you were actually imagining fucking me or if you were mentally fucking with me,” you retorted.

He didn’t look amused, just a little embarrassed and a lot annoyed. Under the covers he slipped his boxers back on before he walked over to you. Frozen with the fact of not knowing what was going to happen next, you stood right at the entrance of his room, still. One of his hands grabbed your waist and the other pushed the door behind you shut. The dim light of the room cast a shadow down on his face, illuminating every feature in front of you.

“Why are you such a brat,” he broke the silence and before you could reply he slammed his lips into yours. Since your arousal was building up since the second you saw him this morning, it was impossible for you not to moan into his mouth. The opportunity to slip his tongue into the kiss was taken with no hesitation.

His hands worked up and down your waist to your hips. It felt so good you thought it wasn’t going to get any better than this. Then it hit you that the sex part didn’t even start. With his hands on you, your hands naturally trailed from his face all the way down to his boxers. You hand stroked his abdomen and reached to clutch his erection. He broke away from the kiss and moved both of you to the edge of his bed.

With the back of his knees hitting the bed, you fell, straddling his waist. You pulled his boxers down and off of his legs as he scooted to the edge of his bed. Before you could drop down to your knees, Kellin grabbed your chin and tilted it to his gaze.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, sweetheart,” he assured you with glazed eyes.

You nodded and guaranteed that you wanted this. In simpler terms, you needed this and you needed him.

Your tongue worked to tease his tip, licking his slit and around his head. Kellin’s pants stuttered and breathy moans were heard by the whole complex, if anyone was listening. Your lips moved oh-so slightly down just over his head and your tongue worked the same movements with your lips over it. With no warning, your mouth engulfed his whole length. He groaned, louder than you moaning his name earlier and the pool of wetness in your panties grew bigger.

“You love my cock don’t you,” he praised, “it’s made just for your mouth.” Your mouth vibrated on his cock when you moaned, letting another whimper leave his mouth. His dick twitched in your mouth and you knew he was close. He stroked your hair and he let out a quiet warning, “I'm close baby.”

His hips gave one last jerk as your cheeks hollowed out and his semen soaked your throat. You pulled off of his cock, sucking every drop of his cum off of him.

“Such a good girl aren’t you,” he praised once again, obviously knowing it turned you on when you instinctively rubbed your thighs together. You saw him smirk and he pulled your waist in between his legs when you stood up. His eyes trailed up and down your body, taking your clothes into account, “Let’s get these off of you.” Slowly, he pulled your sweatpants down and your shirt off. Expecting a bra, he looked at you teasingly and shook his head.

“Shut up,” you retorted to his silent thoughts that were louder than he thought.

He saw your response as a challenge and replied quietly and enunciated , “make me, or I can do it myself.” He grabbed your waist again and pulled you on top of him. He flipped you over and slid his hands under your ass, pulling you up to his disheveled covers and pillows. He pulled his hands from under you and over to the top of your thighs. His hands dragged down to your knees, and parted them only to drag them down to your core again. His tongue flattened against your panties, licking a stripe against them, pressing the wetness of your heat. His lips laid open mouthed kisses above and around your panties, taking his time.

“Kellin,” you panted, “please do something.” He took your plea for contact by biting down on the top of your panties and pulling them down and off of you.

“Tell me what you need,” he looked up at you through his eyelashes, looking almost as desperate as you.

“I want your tongue,” you expressed breathlessly, “I want all of you Kellin.”

Without warning, Kellin licked roughly through your folds. Your head fell back, and your hips arched up. Kellin’s free hand pressed tenderly on your stomach, increasing the pleasure inside of you. His tongue worked your pussy, sucking and lapping at your lips. Only your moans and wet noises filled the room. Your breath hitched in your throat, ready for your release. “Mmm Kels I'm cumming,” you warned. His only response was to plunge his tongue further into you until you came into his mouth. Kellin swore that he could have came right there seeing you come only from the pleasure of his tongue. The whole time of him eating you out, his eyes were locked with yours. As he pulled away, the remnant cum and saliva circled his lips. You pulled his shoulders to yourself and sloppily kissed him, mixing all of your moisture together.

“Are you ready for me,” he asked, “I need to hear you say it angel.”

“I’m ready for you,” you breathed. You couldn’t take much longer of him not being inside of you.

He sensually slipped his cock inside of you, rhythmically penetrating you.

“Harder , please,” you whimpered.

He smirked, as if you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. You heard him fist fucking himself before, you knew how he liked it hard and rough.

“As you please,” he retorted.

Then, he went from rhythmic thrusts to unrelentless pounding his cock inside of you. His thumb on your hip reached down to stimulate your clit. You rocked your hips both into his hand and his cock. His other hand grabbed your neck and pulled your lips to his. He groaned inside of your mouth, eliciting you to squeeze his shaft inside of you. The thought of you making him vocal made you hornier than before. One of his hands slid down your chest, and fell around your stomach area, until it fell upon an outline in your stomach. His cock was so deep and long inside of you, the imprint was visible from your abdomen. Your climax was creeping up on you, faster than you wanted.

“Kellin i’m gonna— fuckkk,” you tried to make out, but your words seemed to fail you.

“Me too baby, uhuh me too,” thankfully he understood what you were saying, “where do you want me.”

“inside of me.”

Kellin was surprised at your request, but he didn’t mind it one bit. You released around his cock and latched onto his roots with your fingers before he came inside of you. Your panting came to a slow as you caught your breath on his bed, already seeming to form your cuddling position. He reached down and pulled a blanket over both of you.

As you drifted off to sleep with a man you would’ve punched 24 hours ago, you just had one thing on your mind.

Thank fuck for thin walls.

#emo #kellin quinn #kellin quinn x reader #sleeping with sirens #sws #sws imagine #kellin quinn imagine #2000s #emo bands #emo guys

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artheresy · 3 months

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Oh my GOD, stayed up all night it's currently 6 am for me, to reread the entirety of Castle Swimmer because I saw it was coming back today (or I guess technically yesterday) AND I FEEL INSANE

I love when old interests come back to me, I feel like I need to scream over Kappa and Siren so badly

I have so many thoughts in my head, if anything happens to either one of them, I am leaving this world. If anything bad happens to Neth or Mucku or GOD MONO AND GALOO??? You will once again be gone from this earth /j

The thoughts I have are immense, I want to cry so badly SO BADLY Seeing Kappa's backstory with the healer and his scales, put me in physical pain, I never got there originally when I read it a while ago so seeing it now? Devastated me, I wasn't prepared

Also, the whales? Make me very curious? I'm just thinking about the way they work and their slumber works and I'm just... a hhhh... and while I don't think this will end up applying to him, imagining what the implications could have for Kappa is making my head hurt thinking about it

#READ CASTLE SWIMMER #ITS SO GOOD 😭#IM SO GLAD THAT IT COMING BACK MOTIVATED ME TO REREAD AND FINALLY GET FURTHER #Its sk good im so terrified of whats gonna happen #about those implications...#about how theyre asleep because they dont have a purpose from the god of the surface #lets hope Kappa's never in that situation/those same rules dont apply to him #because imagine kappa fulfilling a prophecy to the best of his ability as usual #when suddenly after its done he grows weary and his body feels heavy and he ends up falling into a deep slumber #unbeknownst to him that was the last prophecy and with no more to fulfill at the moment the god of the surface needs nothing of him #very!! a thought in my head!! that i dont want to think about #lets just hope once more that the same rules dont apply to him #castle swimmer #kappa #siren #castle swimmer spoilers #? at least for the tags but also vague for the post too #anyways i should sleep A H A #I DONT EVEN WANNA TALK ABOUT THE MULTIPLES THING... WHAT HAPPENED?? ARE THEY JUST GONE

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baka-monarch · 6 months

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My stepdad has started watching Siren so I'm watching with him and I am pleasantly surprised to find possible canon poly relationship in the show

Please please please please please

#rambles #imagine my joy and surprise when the siren climbs into bed with the dating human to sleep with them #humans*#2 humans dating and both being flirted with by mermaid #she almost kisses both #and then gets into bed with them

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fangirl94stuff · 1 year

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Justin Hills (Sleeping With Sirens)

As you walk around your kitchen getting everything together for your valentine’s meal with Justin your phone goes off on the counter next to you, and you smile seeing Justin's number.

‘Don’t tell me you got lost again, the shop isn’t even that far away,’ you joke, as you accept the call and put the phone to your ear.

On the other end Justin huffs, ‘I get lost one time and you never let me forget it y/n.’

You laugh a little, ‘more like twice, but why did you call? The takeouts just arrived by the way so I’ll start plating it up.’

‘I just wanted to let you know I’ve left the shop and am heading back so shouldn’t be more than five minutes. I was a little confused about something but I think I figured it out myself,’ he doesn’t sound quite sure of himself but you don’t question what confused him since he was meant to be getting soft drinks.

‘Okay, see you soon. I love you.’

‘Love you more,’ he replies and hangs up the call.

You plate up the takeout and carry it into the lounge where you’d tried your hardest to decorate the coffee table to look romantic along with the room, but you only had a limited budget so you were stuck with candles, fairy lights and some fake flowers that looked nice.

Exactly five minutes later the front door opens and you walk over to check on Justin who was taking his shoes off and carrying two carrier bags.

‘Do you think we’re going to run out of drinks?’ you joke.

He looks up at you with his cutest widest eyes that made a lot of people melt and holds up the bags proudly, ‘tonight we celebrate, so I decided to make it a little bit fancier y/n.’

You take one of the bags off him and open it looking at the contents, ‘err why did you get a bottle of red wine and a bottle of white wine?’

He brushes past you and grins widely, ‘I don’t know what kind of wine goes with takeout, so I kind of got both.’

You tilt your head towards him, ‘and what’s in the second bag?’

He opens the bag and pulls out a bottle of champagne, ‘this looked good so I also got this. Tonight is going to get interesting.’

You can’t keep the smile off your face at his adorableness and slightly flirty undertone. So you put the bag down, walk over to him and hug him, before pulling back to kiss him on the cheek which makes him blush, ‘I love you Justin, don’t ever change.’

He smirks and kisses you back, ‘I love you y/n, and trust me I’m never going to change my weird ways.’

#justin hills #justin hills sws #sleeping with sirens #sleeping with sirens justin #sleeping with sirens imagines #sleeping with sirens fanfiction #sws #justin hills imagines #justin hills fanfiction #band imagine blog #band imagines #band blog #imagines #imagines blog #fanfiction #fanfiction blog

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new2fivesauce · 2 years

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The Hell Tour - 2. Fresno

Part 2 of the Hell Tour, Vic Fuentes fanfic. Remember this does take place during the World Tour that was PTV and SWS. Mike F, I know has had sexual allegations against him in recent years. Honestly, I don't know what the outcome of those allegations were, but I know that he is no longer in the band. I just wanted to warn that he will be a part of this story as he was a member of the band at that time, but I am rewriting/editing the chapters as I post, so there won't be as much of him in future chapters. That's all I got for now. Other warnings is there is some curse words, but that's about it.

Enjoy!

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Kristi pulled into the back lot of the Woodward Amphitheater. It was quite a drive from Los Angeles. At least to her. Just the day before she as well as three other photographers had a two hour meeting about the do's and don'ts of tour life. She also got her all-access laminated pass that was now dangling around her rearview mirror. The bands' tour buses were already there and there were people scattered about the parking lot. Some people were just chilling outside of their buses while some were hustling around getting stuff ready for the show.

Kristi turned towards the passenger seat and gently shook the girl who was reclined back, sleeping.

"W-what?" A girl of 23 with the lightest of brown eyes, freckled cheeks and hair that was half white and half black, stuttered. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to make up the environment around her. "Are we here already?" She asked, stretching her arms and legs as much as she could in Kristi's Corolla and stiffed back a yawn.

"Yeah. Guess we should see if Zack and uh..." Kristi paused to think.

"Jake." The girl said. Kristi laughed.

"Yeah, Jake! We should see if they got here yet. Also, I think I need to charge up one of my cameras. I'm not sure I charged it last night."

The girl, whose name was Amanda, nodded and reached into the backseat of the car to get two camera luggage bags.

"Same here, let's go."

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Kristi and Amanda wandered the grounds, snapping pictures of the roadies. Some stopped to pose and make silly faces whilst others just went on without even noticing the girls. They had eventually found the other photographers, exchanged a few words, and then went to prepare themselves for the start of the show. The guys were going to snap the two opening bands, Amanda was going to take care of Sleeping with Sirens and Kristi was going to close out the show with Pierce the Veil. It was part of their contract that since there were four bands and four photographers, only one could take a band each. They still had to leave room for local newspaper or blog photographers and other media. They had decided to alternate each night on who got which band and since Kristi was made the Head Photo, she got dibs on PTV tonight.

"Girl... I'm nervous as hell. I've done some band stuff before, but never anything like this." Amanda said as they stood around backstage during an intermission. SWS was about to go in 10 minutes and Kristi was feeling a little nerve wrecked herself. She hadn't spoken one word to Kellin since the night she had called him nor had she seen him wandering around the venue. She sure didn't want to run into him before his show and make him angry.

Actually, she didn’t want to run into him AT ALL.

"Hey, it's fine. You just stand right up there by security, take a few shots, do some backstage and some from above. It's not that hard. You don't even have to do the whole show. You just need enough." Kristi consoled Amanda. They had already gotten to know a bit during text prior to meeting in person for the first time the day before. The people who had selected them as the photographers had been pretty adamant about them getting to know one another and getting along.

“We expect there to be drama as it does come with being on a tour, especially one as big as this one, but we expect that the individuals in their group get along at almost all times.” The words from yesterday’s meeting rang through her head.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just don't know if I could do it with all the yelling and shit. Do you see those fangirls??" Amanda and Kristi looked towards the packed theater of people. Kristi shivered at the thought of going into that crowd.

"Don't let those kids make you nervous. You got this!" Kristi said with a sincere smile.

"Wish me luck." Amanda said as some guy running around backstage called out 2 minutes.

"Good luck!" Kristi said as her new friend disappeared to go down to the front of the stage. Kristi made a dash towards one of the dressing rooms to avoid Kellin. Once there, she sat on one of the soft ratty couches and watched as SWS performed on the small TV screen that was on top of the vanity. She had to admit, Kellin was good. He was a very good singer and she couldn't believe this side of him. All she ever knew was the Douchebag Side of him and not this Charismatic performing side that he showed on stage.

Close to the end of their time slot, a sweaty Amanda dashed into the dressing room.

"Fuckin' WOW!" she exclaimed as she removed her camera from around her neck. She began to look through her shots immediately and showed some to Kristi as she talked rapidly about how amazing the band was. "A-and then, Kellin! Just look! SEE! He looked right at the camera and SNAP!! Caught him in action!" Amanda squealed and pulled her camera into a hug. "I love my job."

"Same here, buddy." Kristi sighed just as a crewman stuck his head into the room.

"Pierce goes on at 8. Ready?" he asked. Kristi nodded at him and then he scurried away.

Kristi grabbed her camera from the camera bag and swung the camera strap around her neck. She stuck two different lenses into the pockets of her hoodie and gave Amanda a thumbs up before heading off to the stage.

"Have fun!" she heard Amanda call out to her.

Kristi made her way backstage, flashing her laminated badge at security and random bodies who asked to see it. She showed it one more time to one of the body guards that was in front of the stage. He nodded at her and let her pass by. The space between the stage and the fans was only about five feet wide and already there were four other local photographers occupying the space. She smiled and waved at them. She turned to face the crowd and they were going absolutely insane.

She took several pictures of some of the girls and boys in front of her. They looked like hell, sweating and tired from standing for hours, but the smiles on their faces were priceless. They started chanting PTV as their clock neared 8.

Finally, the lights dimmed and a heavy white sheet with the floating girl off PTV's third album fell to the ground showing off the now Pierce the Veil themed stage. Kristi prepared her camera just as the bassist, Jaime, came jumping onto the stage and the first notes of May These Noises Startle You.... began.

Tony joined him after a few seconds and then Mike went to sit behind his drum set. After a suspenseful minute, Vic Fuentes came onto the stage and Kristi almost went deaf from the screaming and crying behind her.

Kristi did her best to keep up with the band members as they played through their set. She was definitely working a sweat as she went from the front of the stage to the back of the crowd to the top of the venue and backstage and then back to the front of the stage. Of course, she sang along with the crowd. She was a big fan of the band and now she was going to be photographing them through an entire tour. It was most definitely a dream come true.

PTV was in the midst of Bulletproof Love when she went to stand directly in front of the stage. She aimed her camera up to get a floor shot of Vic and it was in that moment that he bent down to sing into her lens. She could smell his cologne and sweet sweat off him from his closeness and she admitted to fangirling internally as she took multiple shots of him singing directly into her camera. When she had enough, she lowered her camera and looked up into his face and everything stopped.

Vic looked at Kristi, his guitar dangling off his neck and his microphone at his mouth, but he had stopped playing and his throat closed up in the middle of a lyric as he stared deep into Kristi's eyes.

Kristi smiled shyly at him and then turned away to get back to the dressing room.

"VIC!" Jaime said, concern for his friend dripping heavily in his tone. He inched his way to the singer, but Vic held a hand up to stop him from continuing forward. "Whoa, are you okay?"

"Y-yeah" Vic stuttered. Kristi turned back to see that Vic had followed her with his eyes as she disappeared into the crowd at the side of the stage. "I think it's just the nerves." Vic broke his gaze as Kristi turned around a corner, but she could still hear him as he composed himself. "Alright, sorry about that folks... Now... WHERE WERE WE?"

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Kristi and Amanda trudged slowly to Kristi's car after the show closed out and everyone was almost gone. Amanda was carrying five camera bags and Kristi was carrying five more.

"I can look these over in the morning on our way to the next city. I think I'm too tired tonight." Amanda croaked as they arrived at the car. Kristi unlocked the car and they tossed the bags into the backseat.

"Yeah. I'm gonna head directly to the shower as soon as we get to our hotel." Kristi stated as she opened up her car door.

"Fuck ye---"

"Kristi!" a loud voice hollered in their direction, startling Amanda in the midst of her sentence. Amanda darted her eyes between Kellin and Kristi, confusion written all over her face. Kristi mouthed an It’s okay, I got this.

Amanda quickly got into the passenger seat already inputting her headphones in her ears as Kellin jogged up to the car. Kristi stiffened up and held her breath a little before Kellin stopped two feet away from her. He was fuming. He was red in the face, she couldn't tell if from running to her or because he was so mad, but by the looks of his furrowed brows and sour face, he was pissed.

"What do you wa---"

"What the fuck was that?!" Kellin exclaimed without giving Kristi a chance to speak. She looked at him, confused.

"What?" she asked with a cock of her head. "What are you talking about?"

"You fucking him or something?!" Kellin suddenly accused. This made Kristi step back and hold herself against her car.

"Kellin, you need to calm down and tell me what the hell you're talking about." Kristi said as calmly as possible, but he wasn't having it.

"Vic! I'm talking about Vic!" he screamed, almost for the whole world to hear. His hand gestures were just as energetic as the ones he did on stage and Amanda wondered if he was just pulling her leg, but Kellin didn’t joke… at least, not with her.

"Vic? Why would I be sleeping with him? I don't even know the guy, asshole!" Kristi said, her voice suddenly high pitched from false accusation.

"You sure about that? Whatever the fuck just happened during their perfomance didn’t look like nothing."

Kristi laughed slowly, trying to refrain from cackling in her brother’s face. This only made Kellin angrier.

"God, you are so paranoid, aren't you, Kellin?" she asked. "Get over yourself. I don't know the damn guy and I don't know why he stopped... Didn’t you hear him? It was nerves." Kristi shrugged him off and put a leg into her car to get in.

"Fuck you, Kristi! Why are you such a bitch?" Kellin said, stopping her from putting her entire body in the car.

Kristi took a second to check on Amanda. She was looking lost and confused, oblivious to what was going on with her headphones on nearly full blast, no idea that Kellin was her brother. She gave Kristi a quick, sad smile and pretended to do something interesting on her phone. Kristi stepped out of her car and slammed the door to save Amanda from hearing anything that was about to be said in the case that she was able to hear through her music.

"I don't know what the fuck your problem is, Kellin, but honestly, I don't think you're mad at me. I think you're mad at Dad. So you need to stop being fucking childish and hunting me down and accusing me of fucking band members I don't even know and do your job! I'm here to do mine so you do yours." She yelled at him. Her body was hot with rage, sweat was starting to come down her forehead, and she felt like any more accusations might really make her take a jab at Kellin.

"You think you're so special, don't ya, Kristi?" Kellin started as he paced side to side, his fists clenching at his sides. "You're nothing but trouble."

"Oh! I'm trouble, aren't I?" Kristi asked. "No! You're just an asshole! I've done nothing but try to be nice to you, but ever since Dad told you about me, you've had it out for me and you've made my life fuckin' hell!

"I only wanted a sister and brother to love and hang out with. Kailee was okay with it. But not poor little Kellin! Because of you, I don't even know anyone on Dad's side of the family. Kailee was so nice to invite me to her wedding, even make me a bridesmaid, but once you got your chime in, I was disinvited. I wasn't invited to your gorgeous wedding on the beach. Kate was nice enough to send photos though and don’t even get me started on you keeping my niece from knowing me. You won't even let me see her not even once!

"Why? Because I'm Dad's bastard child? Get the fuck over it Kellin! We are in our 20's and it's been 15 damn years of nothing but hate! If your mom can accept it and accept me, then so can you!"

Kellin stayed silent and then suddenly turned his back to Kristi. It wasn't something she expected. She expected him to yell back at her, but he didn't. He only began walking away. Kristi watched him, but she was still hyped up from her rant. When he was still within earshot, she yelled out his name.

He turned around.

"Even if I did fuck Vic, I can fuck whomever I want!!" she called out, but he didn't say anything. Only kept walking.

#pierce the veil #ptv #pierce the veil imagine #vic fuentes #mike fuentes #jaime preciado #tony perry #sleeping with sirens #sws #kellin quinn #pierce the veil fanfic #vic fuentes fanfic #vic fuentes x reader

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njpuckbunny · 2 years

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@njpuckbunny ‘s masterlist :)

bold = smut

italic = fluff

starred = angst *

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ryan gosling

ken first date hcs

bands

falling in reverse

ronnie radke

my chemical romance

gerard way

frank iero

ray toro

sleeping with sirens

kellin quinn

thank god for thin walls

pierce the veil

vic fuentes

jaime preciado

tony perry

metallica

james hetfield

kirk hammett

cuz that’s what friends do, right?

cliff burton

lars ulrich

jason newstead

rob trujillo

miles teller

bradley “rooster” bradshaw (top gun)

instinct and impatience*

jeff (spiderhead)

nightmares

alec (two night stand)

vinny pazienza (bleed for this)

bleeder*

control*

willard hewitt (footloose : 2011)

willard with a gf who plays soccer hc

david packouz (war dogs)

nhl players

jack hughes

crazy love* (pt. 1) crazy love* (pt. 2)

trevor zegras

cole caufield

nico hischer

and any u wanna request !

top gun

pete “maverick” mitchell

tom “iceman” kazansky

nick “goose” bradshaw

jake “hangman” seresin

natasha “phoenix” trace

wednesday (2022)

ajax petropolus

NO xavier thorpe !!!

wednesday addams

enid sinclair

rowan laslow

the walking dead

carl grimes

rick grimes

michonne

daryl dixon

glenn rhee

maggie greene

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[my requests are open as of 7/23 so make sure to request whatever u want and whoever u want]

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tonyperrysveil · 2 years

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i haven’t actually posted anything about tony perry/ptv related in YEARSSSS. now, that they’re back i forgot how much i loved our boys 🖤

i still have some imagines/smuts/etc. etc. etc. i won’t be posting stories on here but on my wattpad. if you wanna check those out it’s @/melancholylala. this acct is just for updates/appreciation for pierce the veil! so follow me!!!

#tony perry #pierce the veil #tony perry smut #ptv #vic fuentes #jaime preciado #tony turtle #smut #ptv smut #sws #tony perry imagine #tony perry imagines #fetus tony perry #bands #sleeping with sirens #collide with the sky

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citrine-elephant · 1 year

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concepts on the brain:

zane taking a wallop on the ol’ electric-meat-dome and mumbling in his unconsciousness/actual sleep.

zane surviving something he shouldn’t have. how the fuck is he still alive. the flynt family curse is choosing not to kill him, but instead is just beating the ever-loving shite out of him.

misery (stephen king) inspired moment where his corporate-captors have broken his ankles to stop him from running. fucked up his hair. either straight up sliced his claw arm off, or also broken that. mentally, he’s... okay, except for the hair thing. he’s really upset about that. but thinking about the cool ass spy arm he can get/make for himself makes him very happy. healing from the broken legs sucks complete arse, tho. (or also the arm healing)

#gore mention #body horror #first one is inspired by me waking myself out trying to say something in my sleep #can't remember what i was saying tho lol #canonically i could imagine this general idea of zane being captured/imprisoned and escaping with cool scars #pull a hammerlock and have the vh's rescue him in the next game lol #but he turns into a bigger badass from the experience #idk the general skeletal frame of the idea seems plausible #considering the concept art for multiverse dotv bane? one being escaped prisoner #he's too sexy everyone wants too either kill him or keep him in a cage #uwu #too much sexiness for one galaxy it's too dangerous #dangerously cheesy but it's actually dangerously sexy #he melts brains with how attractive he is #seduces his enemies and takes down armies #the ultimate siren... in mythology not the ones with powers

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