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2knightt · 4 months

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may u do the gang with a significant other who is in a popular band or actor? up to four preference of course. lots of love!

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ darling, can i be your favourite? ⋄ 𓍯

REQUESTED: reader’s the coolest person ever and the gang’s their biggest fan!

tags/warnings: headcanons, gn!reader, reader is a singer/popstar!reader, gang is obsessed, reader is big time famous, near the end they got shorter because my tumblr started lagging.

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ hey my love !!! seen this after i posted and knew i had to get to work 🙂‍↕️ also while i was working on this, i got a req for actor!reader..ur in luck🤭

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johnny cade

╰┈➤ now playing. — espresso, y/n l/n

how he bagged you, the world may never know. like seriously.

YOU’RE ON THE BIG SCREEN AND YOU’RE IN THE RADIO AND YOU GO AFTER JOHNNY CADE??? everyone was shocked. lives were CHANGED.

“you’re dating who?”

“..y/n l/n?”

“in your dreams maybe???”

“fuck you?”

nobody believed him because you confessed to him over the phone when you were touring 😔! you realized you really liked johnny when you had to be away from him for so long.

so for like that period of time, it was just call after call of you two giggling back and forth.

the gang, swear to fucking god, knew he was talking to someone but they thought he was lying about who he was talking to

UNTIL YOU CAME BACK!!!!

Then they were all,

“what the fuck….”

“can i like—borrow a 20?”

“DAMN”

spoil him. take him with you. protect johnny cade with ur money or else. i find you.

but seriously, pleaseeee make sure johnny lives the life he deserves ☹️ since you’re a singer, you make a FUCK ton of money

put it to good use (spending it on johnny cade)

hey! you’re all he talks about!! HE DOESN’T STFU THAT HE’S DATING SOMEONE THAT’S FAMOUS.

“what ‘bout you, lil’ boy? you got someone?”

“hell yeah. y/n l/n.😇💯”

“..the singer?”

“damn right, ‘the singer’!”

listens to your music when he misses you!!

OH MU GOD WRITE A SONG ABOUT JOHNNY CADE PLEASEEEE AND WEAR HIS JEAN JACKRT ON STAGE PLEASEEEEEEE

i can’t stress how much he loves you

he has photos of you everywhere. and anywhere.

steals magazines you model for to promote your albums<3

dallas winston

╰┈➤ now playing — nonsense, y/n l/n.

why would you pick him.

shame on you. you have celebrities flocking to you and you pick some guy in tulsa who’s in jail every friday.

tsk tsk. whatever makes you happy!

ANYWAYS

also, never shuts the fuck up about you. like seriously, somehow, you’re always the topic of conversation.

“yeah, that’s crazy that she slashed your tires. my LOVELY Y/N would never tho. did you know they sing? you’ve probably heard of ‘em-“

MAKES YOU WEAR HIS RINGS WHEN YOU PERFORM!!! AND SOMETIMES HIS LEATHER JACKET!!! DALLAS DGAF IF IT’S DIRTY OR NOT

He needs those freaks in the crowd to know you’re HIS—not theirs just because you’re famous.

if you ever collab with a dude he’s gonna fucking lose his mind i’m not kidding

“YOU’RE GOING TO THE STUDIO WITH WHO???”

“i told you-“

“yeah, i know. lets go.”

dallas invited himself btw.

dedicate a song to him and he’s literally gonna make EVERYONE listen to it. when it comes on the radio, he’s IMMEDIATELY turning up the volume.

“looking at you got me thinkin’ nonsense.”

“that’s about me, by the way.”

“WE KNOW.”

“YOU TELL US THIS EVERY DAMN DAY”

“yeah. where’s your partner that write songs about you? huh? take that shit up with someone else.”

IN HIS ROOM HE HAS SOOO MANY POSTERS OF YOUUUUUU

cannot believe he got so lucky and bagged you

he used to pray for days like these😭😭🙏

ponyboy curtis

╰┈➤ now playing — work song, y/n l/n.

yes, i did make your song more poetic than the rest. that’s just what ponyboy is into and gets him crying.

did he get lucky? yeah. does he acknowledge that every waking moment of his life and devotes himself to making sure you never feel the burden of having to perform daily?

yeah

helps you write songs sometimes. ponyboy naturally has a poets soul so USE IT TO YOUR ADVANTAGE

GUVE HIM A FUCKING OEN AND PAPER AND HE’S WRITING A HIT SINGLE

omgomg if you credit him while at your concerts he might faint<3333

spoil him and his brothers.

his brothers are included because you see how much they’re struggling and it literally pains you to see the love of ur life get so frustrated over money

sneakily put money into darry’s wallet when he isn’t looking and ponyboy might just kiss u right then and there

it’ll take awhile for him to accept the help, but when he does—he’s so grateful to have an angel like u in his life😭😭💔💔💔

“i love you. did you know that?”

“of course i do, pony.”

“i should tell you that more often.”

uses a photo of you as a bookmark btw. it’s you in his favourite outfit you ever wore, performing the song you made for him.

ponyboy’s obsessed.

shoves ANYONE off the tv to watch you perform. he doesn’t care. and the gang lets him<3 cuz they know how much you mean to their little pony!!

not without teasing. never without teasing. ponyboy is never fucking free

“soda, it’s my turn on the tv.”

“what? you tryna watch your girlfriend?”

“…shut up.”

“look at you! what a loverboy, huh? you loveeeee her, don’t you?”

“man, just get off the tv!”

watches & listens to everything you’re in. wether it be interviews, music videos, etc—he can probably quote it. every part.

he’s so obsessed with you it’s not fucking funny

sodapop curtis

╰┈➤ now playing — that boy is mine, y/n l/n.

it couple. genuinely.

you got soda more publicity and modeling agencies have definitely hit him up LMFAO

he most definitely has modelled with you for covers :3c

BUT OTHER THAN THAT

oh u better fucking believe that the DX is always playing your music

SODA DOESNT CARE IF HE’S NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH THE RADIO

he will. and he will be playing the song you made about him to remind the girls that go to flirt with him that he’s yours.

HE HAS A NECKLACE WITH YOUR INITAL ON IT AND YOU HAVE A NECKLACE WITH HIS INITAL!!1!1!1!1!1

flash it when paparazzi takes photos and he WILL put that photo in his wallet to show people when they ask about his partner.

CANT STFU EVEN IF HE FUCKING TRIED

soda makes u his whole personality

“sigh😔 y/n would’ve loved this beat..”

“SHUT UP ABOUT Y/N😒”

“NO?? I LOVE THEM!!!???”

LOVES PRACTICING UR CHOREOGRAPHY WITH YOU LMFAOOO

it’s so cute☹️☹️😔😔 soda might trip over his feet every once and awhile but he’s always laughing so hard with you when he does<3

darry curtis

╰┈➤ now playing — say yes to heaven, y/n l/n.

tries SOOOO hard to act like he doesn’t gaf that you’re singer but it’s so tough to not brag about it

the boys at work could be talking about their partners but when they go ask darry, he hides his grin and blush by looking down, running his hands through his hair.

“what ‘boutchu, kid? how’s the lover?”

“ah, y’know. they’re busy touring or in the studio.”

“eh?”

“oh—y/n l/n. they’re-“

darry cannot be stopped now. he won’t shut up about how great of a person you are, never letting the fame get to you.

ERAHHH HE STAYS UP LATE AT NIGHT TO WATCH YOUR PERFORMANCES WHEN YOU’RE AWAY!!!!!!! HE LOVES WATCHING YOU SWAY ACROSS THE STAGE!!

hehehehehe slow dance with him in the kitchen to ur unreleased songs you made about him…. 😈😈

PLEAEE HELP HIM FINANCIALLY PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

im begging you to just sit darry curtis down and try to convince him that, you giving him money to help around, isn’t an issue.

i don’t see darry moving out of the curtis house unfortunately, i think he will always view it as his parents house and it’s too sentimental.

so, don’t even bother asking him to move. but—do give him money. or sneakily pay the bills. whatever you have to do to help darry relax, please do it!!!

loves it when you sing slower/more relaxing songs

darry thinks it’s so attractive to hear your like soothing, breathy, and smooth voice.

he has a photo framed of you bowing toward the crowd below you, tightly holding the microphone that you had his name engraved in.

it’s currently beside his bed on his nightstand.

he looks at it every night before bed and every morning before work. <3

steve randle

╰┈➤ now playing — art deco, y/n l/n.

he’s feral. he’s fucking crazy about you.

“PUT ON THAT NEW Y/N SHIT‼️”

“why??”

“CAUSE I SAID SO?!1”

number one supporter. nobody comes close to him

AHHHH HE HAS A TATTOO DEDICATED TO YOU!!!! IT’S DEFINITELY A SONG LYRIC YOU WROTE ABOUT HIM IN UR HAND WRITING

when steve’s nervous he traces over it :3c

steve always finds himself, unconsciously, humming your songs while he works on cars!

i like to think his favourite colour is blue, so plsplsplspls wear blue (even if it’s a small accessory) to your concerts just so steve knows you’re always thinking about him.

he keeps little gifts, or rather the accessories you leave at his house, in a little box. he thinks they’re so cute and he will burn a building down before he lets anyone find out

two-bit mathews

╰┈➤ now playing — melting, y/n l/n.

“DID YOU KNOW I’M DATING Y/N? THE FAMOUS SINGER? YEAH, BET YOU WISH THAT WAS YOU😭😂!”

that’s every other sentence from his stupid lips!!

KNOWS EVERY LYRIC TO YOUR SONGS AND WILL SCREAM HIS FUCKING LUNGS OUT TO THEM!!!

attach a mickey charm to ur mic while you sing on stage and he’ll start foaming at the mouth..

two-bit’s all, “that’s for me.:mickey….me….me…mickey….”

he literally begs you to sing him to sleep

STEALS YOUR RECORDS/VINYLS???!!! HE HANGS THEM UP ON HIS WALL WITH SUCH CARE IT’S SO ADORABLE ☹️☹️

teach his little sister some of your dance moves and he might marry you tbh.

two-bit dreams of you and i’m so fucking serious

#2knightt #spotify links for songs you’ve written about them under their names btw #click them #or don’t #whatever #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston x reader #johnny cade x reader #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #darry curtis x reader #steve randle x reader #two-bit x reader #two-bit mathews x reader

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fckeddiemunson · 2 years

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Take Me Upstairs - Eddie Munson

take me upstairs - rockstar!eddie munson

Synopsis: You run the local record shop and one day Eddie invites you to a show and one thing leads to another.

Warnings: 18+ only MDNI. some fluff, smidge of angst, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, oral f & m receiving, slight choking if you squint.

A/N: Please be nice, this is my first fic I’ve written since I was a teenager xx

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There was one record shop in Hawkins, tucked away off the main street. It belonged to your uncle, but he was more of a figurehead of the business in his old age, you were there most days, running the shop. It was a dream, you got to speak to people about music all day, play whatever you wanted and no one would complain that it was too loud. Before you started the shop had a dark, dingy feeling to it, dust collected on the shelves and the old hardwood floor had nails sticking up everywhere. You had brightened up the place with a bright lick of paint, pot plants everywhere and you kept the latest stuff in stock of all the up and coming hits.

Eddie Munson had been a regular since your uncle had been working there. He would rush in on a Friday morning when all the new music was released and put on the shelves. Sometimes he would line up ten minutes before it opened to grab the only metal record available, because it was such a small town you only kept a little of everything at once. It was a Friday afternoon when he first met you, he was running late for a new album, he was sweating, worried it had already sold. He had parked his van half sticking out to the road in front of the store, tripped up the stairs, called hello to Ray, your uncle and speed walked to the metal section. He was startled when he heard your sweet, soft voice call back to him. He awkwardly shuffled through the cds on the shelves. Eddie smiled gleefully when he saw the new release, he seized it and kissed the cover, “Was worried I was too late for you darlin’” he whispered and walked up to the counter where you were standing with the new Kerrang edition in your hands. Eddies breath hitched when you moved the magazine away to serve him, you were phenomenal, eyes that were bright and inviting and the warmest prettiest smile he had ever seen.“You’re not Ray” he stated and then cringed at you, wow what an opener, he thought and stuttered out trying to say something else.

You chuckled and leant on the counter, “No, I’m not Ray, I’m Y/N. You’re Eddie right? My uncle warned me about our regular metalhead” You smiled at him and held your hand outstretched to shake Eddies.

“Uh, yes I am Eddie, it’s nice to meet you too” He took your hand, stressing that his hand was sweaty and shook yours. Edde wasn’t usually this giddy when he met a girl, plenty of girls showed up to Corroded Coffin gigs now that they had gained a bit of traction in surrounding bigger towns.

“I put this record on this morning before you got here, you’re in for a treat” You gestured to the Iron Maiden record in his hand, he handed it over to you grinning. “Oh yeah? Well I’m glad to hear it sweetheart, first thing I’m doing after this is blasting it all the way home in the van” Eddie said excited, feeling himself relax and lean against the counter.

You gasped at his answer, “Oh my no! Eddie, your first listen to an album has to be special, right atmosphere, good stereo, not shitty car speakers!” you were horrified at the mere thought, you liked the ritual of putting a new album on for the first time.

“Guess I’m just too impatient with masterpieces” Eddie winked at you and immediately regretted it as he handed over a bill to you. Why was he so awkward sometimes?! He groaned mentally.

“Next time you’re in I expect a full report.” You told him, deadly serious.

“Absolutely sweetheart.” Eddie left, looking once more behind him as he left, seeing you smiling to yourself as you picked up the magazine again.

Eddie knew from that moment he was fucked. Nobody at any shows would ever compare. The next day he sauntered back into the store, hoping you were working on a weekend, he was disappointed to know that your brother worked the weekend as you liked to attend as many gigs as you could on the weekend.

Eddie was back in the shop Monday morning, a grin on his face as he tumbled into the store. He called out your name and your head popped up from one of the rows near the back as he followed you down there.

“Heya sweetheart” Eddie said, leaning against the shelf.

“Hey yourself. What did you think of the album?” You asked excitedly, he thought you looked so cute all excited and chirpy

“It was like a religious experience and i ain’t had many of them let me tell you” you giggled at him and began searching through the shelves again.

“Let me show you something else, you don’t have to buy it, just borrow it for the day and see if you like it?” you picked out a few cds and handed them over.

“Are you sure sweetheart?” He looked over them, not hearing of some of the bands before

“Yeah sure I’ll be glad to hear your thoughts.” Eddie got suddenly excited that you wanted him to come back, and that Eddie had to come back to see you thrilled him.

“Hey, could watch the shop for a minute while i go grab a coffee and pastry?” Eddie heard your stomach growl and he chuckled

“Nonsense, it’s on me, for the cds” You smiled at him and thanked him as he left for coffee.

You bit into the delicious flaky pastry, a bit sticking to your mouth

“Oh you’ve got a bit of-“ Eddie gestured to your cheek. You desperately tried to brush it off after several attempts Eddie reached towards you, his hand gently brushing it off.

“There you go” Eddie whispered as he brushed it off and you both blushed.

You two had become closer over the last few months. He would often spend up to an hour at closing time when it was quiet just helping you tidy up and then walking you to your car. And when he was in at opening he would bring you coffee and pastries fresh from the cafe down the road. You were getting attached to him, you didn’t want to admit it. Hawkins was the last place you thought you’d end up but after a bad run in Los Angeles as a bartender, you thought you needed a change and it all fell into place. At first you thought Eddie’s extensive amount of time in the shop was normal, your uncle had warned you he was there a lot. But Ray tended to exaggerate with these things. Eddie was always on your mind, as soon as you got to the shop and opened up. Your head would whip around to the door every time the little bell dinged as the door opened. He was sweet and funny and a little flirty which often made your cheeks heat up. You were hoping he’d make a move but it had been a few months now and Eddie would still just come in to talk to you.

Eddie waited in a cafe around the corner from the record store, grabbing you your regular latte and pastry. He had some CD’s of his own to give you this time and he was very excited about it. This new found hobby he had of obsessively listening to the CD’s you gave him and thinking about what to give you next was his favourite pastime. Eddie was thinking about asking you out on a date but outside of being on stage he was a bit shy and you were the first girl to mean something to him beyond a girl at a show.

He walked towards the record store, checking his hair in a nearby store window and walked into the shop. He noticed you weren’t at the counter so he wandered through checking out the new releases, he heard your sweet laugh trickle through the store and he also heard another man’s voice speaking to you as you giggled. Eddie didn’t know what it was about but he felt immediately annoyed, his eyebrow raised as he lurked around the shop finding you in the back corner. He saw you talking to a tall dark haired man also with tattoos on his arms. Inside him was pure turmoil - partially because he knew he was overreacting but part because he really didn’t want any suspicion of his to be right.

“Eddie!” You shouted excited, too loud for the small space.

“You have to meet Luke! He was a bartender with me in California!! He was passing through town.” You spoke with adoring eyes for Luke, or so Eddie thought. He also thought it was bullshit, no one passes through Hawkins.

Eddie strained “Nice to meet you” before Luke gave you a quick hug and you two said your goodbyes.

After he left Eddie awkwardly gave you the pastry and coffee, watching as you took a bite.

“Is he ah, an ex?” Eddie found himself spilling out before he could stop.

“Oh, ah no just a friend who helped me out when I was there. Bit weird he stopped by though.” You shrugged and the pit in Eddie’s stomach slowly got smaller, he felt ridiculous to feel such jealousy for you.

“Okay sugar, I’ve got band prac so I’ve got to go but ah here’s some Cd’s i think you should hear. Let me know, yeah?” You smiled warmly at Eddie and his heart swelled in his heart and jeans.

You blew him a kiss as he walked to the door and Eddie swore under his breath as he walked to his van. Oh yeah he was totally fucked.

You knew he had a band that was slowly gaining traction and getting out there. It was his dream and you had passionately spoken about it with him. Watching him talk about the band and getting excited about getting out there more made you swoon. The way his smile lit up the entire shop, it was cheeky and earnest. And his eyes that were constantly on yours, his intense eye contact often made you lose your breath but you loved his attention. You had even started stocking the EP they had released, and playing it in store to spark conversation with other customers so you could gush over him.

Eddie rushed in one Friday morning a few weeks after running into Luke, you peaked through the window seeing the rest of his band in the van, looking packed in with gear.

“Morning sugar” His usual charm on high volume, he was in an excellent mood. The band had gotten a huge gig at a bar in a nearby town. It had a venue room that held about 500 people, and for them that was epic. Beyond huge, the biggest they had ever played somewhere, and away from home too!

“Would you mind putting this up in the window? I want as many people to come tomorrow night as they can!” You looked over the poster, a smile crept onto your face as your eyes met Eddies and you bit your lip in excitement for him.

“Of course Eddie. I’m so ecstatic for you! This is huge, your big break for sure. I will play nothing but Corroded Coffin all day!” You did a little hop skip of excitement around the counter and punched his arm.

“Seriously, super proud of you.” Eddie blushed at your words and looked at you once more before deciding to pull you into a crushing bear hug. You inhaled him, strong and musky, it made you warm inside.

“You better be coming tonight sweetheart.” He winked at you before there was a honk from the van, his bandmates clearly getting impatient. He gave them the finger and looked back at you.

“Seriously, I’ll put your name on the door, as you’re the only one in town who will stock the record.”

“Eddie I am the only record shop in town” you whined but he only smirked and gave your arm a quick squeeze before he ran out the door.

You heard the boys in the van all “whoooo” at the same time and you saw Eddie go bright red as they drove away

You stood in your room hours later, hair in rollers, stressing about which outfit to wear. This wasn’t a normal gig where you’d just throw on any old jeans and a ripped up old shirt. This was Eddie's big gig, you didn’t want to get lost in the crowd, you wanted him to know you were there supporting him. You settled on jeans anyway and an Iron Maiden shit, reminiscent of your first conversation. You tucked it in showing your stomach and went to the bathroom stressing about your hair and makeup.

Once you got inside the venue, you were excited but got a little disheartened at all the stunning girls at the gig. You felt like you couldn’t compare to these bombshells. You shot another drink for good luck, nodding your head along to the opening band. The butterflies in your stomach only intensified as they finished and everyone started closing in for Eddie. You usually got keen for gigs but you felt extra giddy and bouncy as it was his band, he had your heart in chains and he didn’t even know it. You settled for a spot a few rows back from the stage, snug against a wall. There were too many girls crowding the front to get any closer. The lights dimmed and you were smiling at the stage, nerves flying off of you in static waves.

Eddie came out on stage with his signature red guitar, tight black skinny jeans, a ripped up singlet that showed his biceps and tattoos and red boots. Eddie was also the vocalist and he sauntered up to the microphone, mouth close to it and welcomed and thanked the crowd for coming. There were a few cheers but mostly loud squeals from the few girls in the first couple of rows.

The first song played and the riff ripped through the venue, you were hooked. It was like ecstasy, his voice and playing sent you into a frenzy. You were headbanging in time with the guy next to you and shouting out the lyrics. A small mosh broke out and you pushed to be in the mosh, having the most fun you’d had at a show. Their presence was electrifying and the whole crowd could tell they were witnessing something special.

Eddie was the most charismatic frontman. So much so that during one of their dirtier songs he lent down and started singing to her, eyes staring directly into the girl's soul, her hands were on his legs grabbing and touching. He did the same to a few other girls throughout the set. You felt like you had been punched in the gut. You sank to the back of the crowd. You knew it had to be part of the show and his presence but the way he sang to them hurt you more than you could admit. You suddenly didn’t feel special, Eddie had this way of making you feel like you were the queen in his kingdom. He was so charismatic and charming and on stage it was amplified. You slumped against the back wall of the venue, now replaying all the closing chats you had where you talked about your hopes, dreams and fears. Before the gig you were sure he likes you at least a little bit in the way your heart swelled at the mention of his name. Seeing him sing to the girls reminded you that he treated every girl the way he did with you and you tried to enjoy the end of the show without feeling sorry for yourself.

After the gig ended you headed back out and lingered around the main bar for a while, nursing a gin and tonic deciding if you should go knock on the shared dressing room for the boys. Being on the list gave you certain advantages. Out of the corner of your eye you saw one of his bandmates, Gareth, gesturing for you to come over, he was headed back with a tray of drinks.Gareth had been in the store with Eddie a bunch of times. You drew a deep breath, scared to face Eddie feeling sad about unreturned feelings, but your feet started moving towards the backstage door.

You followed through the door behind Gareth and were met with several girls in the dressing room, all giggling and one sitting very close to Eddie, hand on his arm who had his back to you on the couch. You awkwardly stood near the door as Gareth hustled to the table to set the drinks down.

“Look who found her way here” Gareth nudged Eddie, who tore himself away from the girl on the couch, she looked at you intensely.

Eddie grinned at you, you felt your heart twinge at the sight, beating faster with anxiety as he came closer to you. He handed you a beer and you skulled a few sips with him. You were loose tongued when you were tipsy and you were worried you may just pour your feelings out onto him and he would go back to the table of groupies.

Instead you pulled yourself together, “That was one hell of a show Eddie '', he clinked his bottle against yours, biting his lip as you said that. You averted your eyes from his lip biting, knowing any kind of light flirting would make you sad knowing if you didn’t walk in he would probably be making out with that girl.

“I know right! I was worried you weren’t here, couldn’t see you in the crowd” he pouted at you and your heart strings pulled, heart filling with warmth for him against your wishes. You didn't want to be hurt.

“I was in the mosh mostly, too far back to see me. That's why my hair is all messed up.” you gestured to your wavy poofy hair.

“You have never looked more spectacular than you do right now. You’re gorgeous”

Eddie reached up and tucked a bit of hair behind your ear, your heart hammering as he did. You both audibly heard the girl on the couch scoff.

“Let's get some air?” Eddie suggested and you nodded.

You found yourself in a cozy corner of the smokers area, falling into conversation easily with Eddie as he lit up a cigarette and another round of drinks had made its way to your table, perks of being the band playing. Your inhibitions were lowering and you were gaining confidence when you said, “do you usually fuck all those girls in your dressing room after shows?”

Eddie was taken aback by the question. You had talked about your love lives before, exes and the like but never about something like this. Eddie looked at your face, he could tell you were annoyed by the girl he was speaking to before. Eddie hesitated

“I used to sleep with one or two, once our shows started getting a bit bigger. But I’m not really a one night stand person.” You considered, a little more annoyed than you originally thought.

“Yeah but if I hadn’t showed up to distract you, you would’ve fucked that girl in there tonight” You acccused, taking a swig of your drink.

“No I wouldn’t have! If anything, her conversation was a distraction. And what about your friend from Cali huh?” Eddie argued back. You blamed the alcohol for why you were feeling this way but you couldn’t stop now

“He means nothing! Don’t turn this on me, Eddie. it’s almost shameful how intimate you are with those girls in the crowd.” You strained, you felt a lump in your chest, heaving with every word.

“Sweetheart, that's just for the show, got to get everyone riled up!” You didn't say a word and he sighed, placing a hand on your knee and rubbing it. Eddie swallowed hard

“You know I-.. I haven’t even thought about kissing anyone. Anyone at all except you darlin’. I don’t even think about other women like that, I only ever think about you” Eddie searched your face for some sign of reaction. His hand on your knee moved to lift your chin up to meet his eyes.

“Eddie, you make me feel things I have never felt before. And- and I'm scared to get hurt.” You whispered out, looking into Eddie's warm brown eyes, breathless at your admission. Eddie placed his hand on your bar stool and dragged it as close as possible. His knee nestled in between your legs, your thighs touching. Eddie cupped your cheek, letting his hand run down to your neck, thumb trailing along your jaw to your mouth. He had brought his face closer to yours, your hearts hammering together in sync.

He ran his thumb over your bottom lip and you kissed lightly. Eddie stared at you, his hand slithering to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him, your lips a mere inch apart.

He cupped your neck and jaw again, before you lost your composure and lent in, brushing your lips against his plush ones. He exhaled sharply, bringing his other hand up to cup your jaw with both hands as he shifted close to you and entangled your lips again. You gasped as he sucked in your bottom lip, fiercely kissing you. Your hand fumbled for his shirt and collar, desperate to feel him. Eddie took a breath and before he could move, you kissed him again, licking his bottom lip as his tongue met yours and slid over your bottom lip into your mouth. You moaned against him, hand clutching and squeezing his thigh. Eddie stood up, pressing his body into yours. Eddie pulled back from the kiss to look at you, your lips were swollen, lipstick smearing a bit onto his lips.

“Look at you, shit, all fucked out and I haven’tt even gotten started” he whispered, hand behind your neck pulling you close as he nuzzled into your neck. He kissed your neck lightly, testing the waters as you gasped and let your hand disappear into his curly locks. Eddie kissed and nipped and sucked at your neck, you felt your pussy warm and clench everytime he would bite and suck, each time with more vigor and lust. You could feel Eddie’s dick against you. That alone made you whimper against him.

“I have a room upstairs, we have a gig tomorrow so I figured why not-” You cut Eddie off with a bruising kiss, tangling your hands in his hair.

“Yes, take me there” You whimpered out, completely under his control and absolutely soaking for him.

He grabbed your arm, leading you back inside and up a stairway, you stumbled into his room, breathless.

Eddie pushed you against the wall and engulfed you in a kiss, fire exploded in your stomach as you sunk down to your knees, staring up at him, his eyes full of lust.

“I have been wanting to do this for a long time” You whispered, fumbling with his belt on his pants.

“Oh yeah? I’ve dreamed of seeing you on your knees for me” Eddie grabbed your chin and angled it to look up at him, satisfied at the already fucked out look you had on your face. You shimmed his jeans down a bit, stopping briefly, suddenly nervous to see him for the first time. Eddie instead took over, you looked down as he took his cock in his hand, stroking it up and down, groaning as he did.

“Look at me sweetheart.” Eddie said down to you, a command, not a question. Your eyes slowly crept up, you let out a breath seeing his cock at eye level, much bigger and prettier than you were expecting. Eddie tapped it on your lips once before you took him in your mouth, licking the tip and then sucking in, until he hit the back of your throat. You breathed out harshly, refusing to let him slide out.

Eddie groaned deeply above you, sending waves between your legs, you moaned against him as you continued to suck greedily.

“Makin’ me feel so good baby, so good” Eddie mumbled lustily above you, entangling his hand in your hair and forcing more of him into your mouth, you groaned at the sensation. Eddie moved your head back and forth on his dick, your jaw slack for him, his moans were sending you into a frenzy, you gagged on him once before he slid out of your mouth.

“Dirty girl” he muttered, pulling you up and kissing you, tongue invading your mouth. His hands wrapped around you, his big hands grabbing your ass, he tested the waters by giving it a sharp slap and you gasped, convinced you’re dripping through your underwear.

Eddie pushed you onto the nearby bed, his weight crushing as he undid your jeans and dragged them off you, pulling you to the edge of the bed as he did. His hands ran over your bare thighs, thumbs digging in at the apex of your thighs. He teased your underwear waistband, snapping it against your skin before dropping his head right between your thighs, strong hands spreading them for him, and only him. He thumbed the cloth, right against your clit and you let out a whine that turned into a moan as he kissed your clit through the thin cloth. Eddie hooked his finger under the waistband and pulled them down slowly, spreading your legs once again. He slid his finger through your folds, you let out a whimper as he gathered your slick on his fingers and brought it to mouth, sucking it off.

“Just as sweet as I’d thought you’d be baby” Eddie grinned before thumbing your clit slowly, your head rolled back on the bed as he drew slow teasing circles on you, occasionally teasing your tight hole. He sunk his teeth into your thigh, short sharp breaths coming from you as you almost fell apart over Eddies touches.

“Please” You whimpered to him, Eddie’s wicked grin lighted his face.

“Please what?” he teased, his hand abruptly stopping on your cunt.

“Please… fuck me” you writhed on the bed, desperate for pleasure.

“No, I'm not done with you yet.” Eddie growled and pinned your left thigh down and spread your folds, slipping two fingers inside of you, a high moan escaping your lips.

Eddie’s fingers were long and found that sensitive spot inside you quickly as his fingers moved deliciously inside you, filthy noises escaping your mouth at the squelch of your wetness on his fingers. He thumbed your clit at the same time, you felt your build up quickly, but something felt different, more intense as his fingers relentlessly brought you higher and higher.

“Eddie” his name left in a high pitched whine, your hips lifted off the bed as you felt your release flood through you, you shivered, lifting your hips off the bed. You felt extra wet as Eddie continued to fuck you with his fingers, you twitched beneath him, overstimulated.

“Thats it good girl, good fucking girl.” He praised as his movements slowly came to a stop.

You lay on the bed breathless, hair sticking to your neck, but Eddie wasn’t near done yet.

“You squirted sweetheart, have you done that before or was it all for me?” Eddie crawled onto you, settling between your legs, tugging his hard cock as he did.

“All for you, only for you” You replied, looking up at him. His chest lean, arms muscular and covered in tattoos, his face strained as he jerked himself off. Eddie suddenly grabbed your hips and pulled you close to him, kissing you deeply as he slid in, a sharpness you weren’t expecting as he stilled inside you.

“Come on sweet girl, you can take me.” Eddie peppered kisses onto your face as he moved slowly, long languid thrusts into your tight dripping pussy.

Pleasure slowly took over you and you hooked your arms around his ass, pulling him tight against you, needing to feel him everywhere, the feeling of Eddie was addictive.

Eddie brought his hand to your neck, running his thumb over your lip which you took into your mouth eagerly, earning a deep moan from Eddie above you. Eddie snapped his hips to yours, pressing your legs above your shoulders as his thrusts became faster and deeper.

You were moaning loudly, not caring if the whole hotel heard you, your eyes shut tightly as he deepened the angle of his hips. You had never felt so full in your life, Eddie kept fucking you, his balls slapping on your leg. Eddie's hand found your clit, rubbing slowly again, you whimpered under his touch, unsure how much more you could take. Your breath was ragged, you were so close.

“Eddie I’m gonna-” Eddie chuckled and stopped his movements, you groaned loudly beneath him as he withdrew from you.

“Nononono” you whined, jerking your hips up to nothing, as he moved to stand on the edge of the bed. He grabbed your ankles, yanking you to the edge and forced your head down into the mattress.

You whined and shook your ass in front of him.

“Eddie, please” you started playing with yourself in front of him, needing him.

He tapped himself over your clit a few times, making you move your hand as he pushed your back down further into the bed while holding your hips up for him. Eddie slid back in, that familiar full feeling returning as he thrusted against you, his balls slapping your clit each thrust.

“Fuck you feel so good from this angle, so good for me, so wet sweetheart” Eddie was losing it because of you, each thrust sent him closer and closer, he felt the familiar warming in his lower stomach.

Eddie reached round and rubbed circles on your clit and you let out a loud moan, hips moving with his. You felt your stomach tighten as his cock continued to fill you up, each thrust sending you closer.

“Eddie” you warned him, high pitched moans stringing out of your mouth.

You crashed over the edge as Eddie fucked hard and deep into you, every word fell from your mouth as you moaned for him, he gave a final thrust before a deep gutteral moan left his lips, his hot come spilling into you.

“Fuck sweetheart” His deep voice groaned as he collapsed next to you.

You stayed there for a few moments staring at each other in the post hue of sex, he was smiling widely at you.

“I suppose I better take you on a date now huh?” He said wiping his hair from his face and tying it into a bun

“Yeah you better rockstar”

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piratefishmama · 2 years

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Crossing The Line | Part 4

“What the fuck is that?” Was Robins immediate question as Steve donned a pair of sunglasses and a cap just before disembarking the plane.

“My disguise.”

“Your disguise?”

“Yeah, y’know. Fans an stuff.”

“...Steve. Steven. I’m always here to keep you humble, you know this, so I say this with an immense amount of—”

“Robin do you remember the JFK incident? Not the president don’t be a shit, I mean the airport and you know it.” The JFK incident being a single fan who got ONE photo of him walking through the terminal and boom, paparazzi everywhere, it was as though they’d just emerged from the walls.

‘What are you doing in New York?’

‘Are you visiting anyone special this Christmas?’

‘When are you releasing new music?’

‘Will you be attending any events here in the city?’

‘Who are you wearing right now?’

‘STEVE SIGN MY TI—’

It was always chaos. “Yeah yeah you got to sign an impressive set of double D’s, woe is you. I can see your moles Steve, that isn’t going to fool anyone with eyes.” Sure his signature head of hair was covered but the moles were as good a sign as any when it came to eagle eyed Airport celeb spotters.

“Sign an impressive— my ass was grabbed more times than I could count! I had hand sized bruises Robin!” He bruised like a peach and people in crowds were grabby. “I lost my favourite sunglasses.” The cheap pair he’d grabbed from the gas station after his first real paycheque cleared. “These cover my hair and my eyes, I can’t cover anything else.” He didn’t have the resources to pull a full face of SFX to hide himself.

“Aww poor baby, okay. At least put this on.” She pulled the scarf from her neck and wrapped it around his, it wouldn’t do much, but it’d cover the vampire bite moles he’d shown off on one of his early album covers.

“Great I look like a twenty-ten hipster.” It wasn’t even scarf weather. “All I need is a bullshit moustache.”

“Better than the local weirdo at a kids playground.”

“Oh my god, is that Steve Harrington?!”

“Shit.”

“Rest in pieces, sis”

“Robin get back here!”

There was a subtle art in getting away from paparazzi and fans alike, an art cultivated from being chased by them since he was nine. It involved fake plants, bathrooms, and Robins impressive gallery of ‘fake fan photos’. All it took was a photo whizzed over the internet through Robins ‘fan’ account, an account which used one of their regular makeup girls photos as a cover (agreed to, of course) to act as a ‘fan’ of Steve Harrington.

“How come nobody TOLD ME Steve Harrington was going to be flying out of Indy today?!” Captioned above a photo from two years prior that Robin took from a distance at that very airport for that very reason.

It took all of five minutes for the hoard to dispel, hurrying as fast as they could to as far as the airport staff would allow them to go, but Robin and Steve were once again free to get their asses out of that airport and into an Uber before anyone else could spot them.

“Okay, battle plan. I got us a twin room at the—"

“Don’t say Conrad.”

“What’s wrong with the Conrad?”

“It’s… bougee. It’s like the only five star in Indy, he already probably thinks I’m the worst, a nice four star would be fine, and a twin room? Robin how the hell am I supposed to woo a guy and bring him back to the hotel if we’re sharing a room?”

“First of all, I think you’re super overestimating your level of game right now to think that you’d just be able to go from wooing to the hotel room in one sweep this guy seems like highkey mom’s basement dwelling virgin, dude probably scampers, second, we don’t even know if he enjoys the male form, and third... honestly I’m expecting you to strike out so we can have a sleepover with facemasks and chocolates. But fine, fine, what hotel would you like?” Robin passed him her phone with the booking app already loaded.

“Your faith in me is truly what gets me through my days, Robin.” He was choosing to ignore the panic inducing idea of what if he isn’t even into guys?!

“I aim to please.”

“What about an apartment? See there’s one here, two double bedrooms, four star rating, we can book now and grab the keys at reception.”

“Fine, fine, you’re making all the food though, since you’ve robbed me of my five star room service.”

“I’m cool with that.” A few buttons pressed, details auto filled, booking complete. Indianapolis, here they come!

Part 6

#Crossing the Line #Ficlet #PirateWrites #Steddie

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guppybibi · 2 months

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hii !! can you do akito (shinonome) with a gf who’s OBSESSED with another group? i just thought of this and found it funny

he’s always like “why don’t we go to your place” and reader is like oh no it’s ok haha!! because it’s kind of embarrassing but there’s so much merch it’s impossible to take down

and one day he convinces you to let him stay over and boom. posters everywhere. cds everywhere. binders full of photocards. a whole shelf of albums just sitting there. don’t forget the dvds and polaroids! bonus points if you forgot to turn off your cd player when you answered the door so it’s blasting said group’s music as well 💀

( ++ doesn’t have to be any group in particular but i’m heavy in my enhypen phase right now, so maybe them? that’d make it even more nerdy but 😭 )

𖦹 pairing: Akito Shinonome x fem!reader

𖦹 content: Confused Akito, fluff, kpop stuff, idk..

𖦹 notes: aaaa i love this idea, tysm! for the group i chose enhypen as well but also stray kids because you can never stan too many groups ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ (i had the biggest stray kids phase lollzz, plus idk much abt enhypen:c sorrie) also wrote half of this at school wowie

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-Just..so confused?? He doesn't get the thing about collecting photo cards and the terms fans use so you have to explain it to him.

-Once he gets it though he's just mildly concerned, for your sanity and wallet. He does commend your dedication and loyalty to these groups though (silently hopes you do the same with him.)

-Occasionally asks you if VBS had merch would you buy some, his reaction would vary on your answer. -

-If you say no he’ll just say ‘uh huh’ and walk away. (pancakes are the solution, TRUST.) + he's just playing around, he isn't mad.

-If you say yes he’ll just smirk smugly and try to talk everyone into making merch. (he fails)

He’s so confused right now, he just doesn't get what's the big deal about it. The ginger knew you absolutely loved these so called K-POP groups and he didn't mind at all, not a tiny bit. To be fair, he was somewhat an idol as well. A street musician to be exact but that was close enough.

And today was another added episode to the collection of you not letting him go to your home, what exactly were you hiding from him? He stood before you, in all his glory, a skeptical look on his face. “C'mon doll..is yer room messy or somethin’? I’m sure it can't be that bad, trust me–I’ve seen worse.” He said in an attempt to reassure you, intently watching how your lips pressed into a thin line and your eyes darted across the park you two were at. “L..-look! A bunch of people are doing cool skating tricks!” You exclaim, pointing to a bunch of randos doing flips or whatever. Distracting him was worth the shot, no guarantees it’ll work though.

He almost facepalms himself when he hears your shitty attempt at diverting his attention elsewhere. “Doll I’m not the smartest but I'm not that dumb..” It was honestly offensive that you thought that would work..You couldn't keep hiding forever, you two wouldn't progress if you didn't allow him to do something so simple as coming into your home. And as he said, he's somewhat of an ‘idol’ as well so he probably wouldn't find it too weird. Yeah, think positive! He won't think you're some kind of koreaboo or anything!

“Right..I guess you could come over to my place. But on one condition..” She starts. “Don't find it weird..?” He chuckles in response, shaking his head. “No promises.”

And that's how he ended up in this rather strange position, sitting on your cozy bed as the posters on your walls stared down at him. “Wow..this is um..a lot.” His mouth formed a crooked smile, glancing at the shelf filled with albums. Where you got the money for all of this was a mystery to him. “So..who are they?” He asks, flopping back onto your bed, full of a bunch of stuffed animals. Your eyes start to sparkle, this was your time to shine, well rather to rant about your unhealthy obsession with these KPOP groups but let's not talk about that right now.

After your rather lengthy explanation about every basic thing he needs to know, the expression on his gruff face seems unreadable. Was he angry or somehow jealous about it? Or was he simply just not interested in it? That might've been the case, but not right now at least. “Mmh..alright.” He sounded way too casual about it for comfort if you’re being honest. But if he was held captive and needed to be honest, extra–I know, he found this..mildly concerning addiction of yours quite endearing. It’s not like it would cause problems along the way, unless you spent all of your money on merchandise and went broke but he has enough trust in you not to do that..don’t break that by buying some lightstick that costs more than your kidney.

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metallicaislife · 11 months

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Pushed to Confess

Requested by: Anon

Genre: 18+ Smut, minors dni

Word Count: 1,360

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), m x f pairing

I was sitting on the couch at the Metallimansion. I don’t even know why I pay rent for my apartment anymore. I'm here every day when the guys are around, let’s be real even when they aren’t home I’m here. They joke that I’m the silent 5th member.

I was kind of a package deal when Kirk joined the band. He and I have been best friends since the dawn of time. Though I know I feel there is something more bubbling beneath the surface but are both too shy or scared to make a move on the off chance the other doesn’t feel the same.

Kirk had his hand behind my back tickling it softly as we were all in a big discussion about a new album released by one of our favorite bands.

Lars looked over as I made a comment and saw Kirk tickling my back.

“Oh my god will you two just kiss already!” He shouted. My eyes widened and Kirk’s hand stilled.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped, Lars rolled his eyes.

“Oh please, stop with the ‘will they, won’t they’ act. Kirk likes you and you like him and the rest of us are suffering because Kirk whines about how much he wants you and you are always making eyes at him so please for the sake of everyone will you two just get it on already!” Lars continued shouting. I was mortified and needed to get out of here. I stood up and stormed out.

“Dude not the way to go about it.” I heard Cliff chastise Lars.

I went straight home. That’s right, this is why I pay rent so I can run and hide. As soon as I got into my apartment I pressed my back against the door. Tears entered my eyes. I mean I’m relieved in a sense to know Kirk feels the same way, but I’m mortified Lars chose to yell it out rudely as he did. And maybe Kirk and I were insufferable to the rest of them as we tiptoed around the idea of being more. Either way, Lars was lucky he didn’t catch my fist in his throat.

I changed into some cozy clothes and curled up on the couch putting on my favorite movie.

I was beginning to doze off when there was a knock at the door. I got up and answered it. Kirk stood in front of me.

“Hey.” I said, feeling awkward in front of him for the first time in my life.

“Hey, can I come in?” He asked.

“Oh yeah, sorry, of course you can.” I stumbled over my words and opened the door wider and he came in. I closed the door and turned to him.

“I’m sorry you had to find out that way. I should’ve just told you myself.” Kirk said, his eyes held a sincerity that warmed my heart.

“So what Lars said was true?” I asked and he nodded. I smiled softly.

“Good because I like you too, as more than a friend.” My grin widened. Kirk smiled and put his hand out to me. I placed my hand in his and he brought me closer to him placing a hand on my waist as the other cupped my face. I wrapped my arms around his middle. Our lips met in a life changing kiss. The electricity between us was off the charts. He pulled away.

“Why the hell have I not kissed you sooner.” He said.

“I don’t know but we can find ways to make up for it.” I grinned mischievously.

“Oh yeah?” He asked with a dangerous glint in his eye.

“If you catch me you can do whatever you want to me.” I whispered seductively. A spark lit in his eyes. I pushed off of him and began running for my bedroom. He wasn’t far behind, and honestly that was the point. As I entered my room his arm wrapped around my waist. He spun me around and captured my lips with his. He backed me up until my knees hit my bed. He pulled back and started to help me undress as I did the same with him. Our hands explored each other as we kissed sloppily. He pushed me down onto the bed and let me scoot back so he could hover over me pinning me to the bed.

He left sloppy kisses on my neck as covered every inch of me with his lips. He made his way down and kissed everywhere but where I wanted. His big brown eyes looked up meeting mine.

“May I?” He asked, hovering over my pussy.

“Yes.” I replied.

Kirk leaned down and kissed my pussy. He licked and sucked at it. My fingers gripped his hair tightly.

“You taste so fucking good.” He murmured, the vibrations sending tingles throughout my body. He slipped a finger in me pulling it in and out. He added a second and I squirmed.

“Feels s’good.” I moaned. He hummed against me, and I came screaming his name. Sorry, not sorry neighbors.

Before I could process what was happening, Kirk flipped me over. He grabbed a pillow.

“On your knees for a second, pretty girl.” He said. I did as he said and he laid the pillow in front of me. “Lay back down.” The pillow was situated so I could lay flat with my ass in the air. “Good girl.” He praised me. “If you’re gonna scream again scream against the bed okay? Don’t wanna bother the neighbors, do you?” He said as he rubbed his hands over my ass.

“No, don’t wanna do that.” I mumbled, my mind still a little hazy from my first orgasm. Kirk spread my legs and I felt him enter me. He groaned as I moaned. He continued rubbing my ass.

“Tell me when I can move, pretty girl.” He said. I gave it a few moments as I stretched around him.

“Please move, I need you to fuck me.” I said. He leaned forward placing a kiss on the middle of my back. Then he pulled his hips back before pushing back in. I moaned loudly then turned my head burying my face in the sheets. His pace wasn’t overly fast, but the power of it as he repeatedly rammed into my g-spot had me seeing stars as I screamed. Kirk smacked my ass.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well. My good girl.” He said, as he groaned.

I couldn’t last much longer, it was all so good and overwhelming at the same time.

I screamed again as I came squirting on Kirk, the bed muffling my scream. Kirk continued, tears streaming down my cheeks. I could feel his cock beginning to twitch. He pulled out and came all over my ass and back. He laid next to me. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing. After a while Kirk got up and came back with a washcloth. He wiped me off.

“Come on, pretty girl, let’s get you in the bath.” He said, helping me up. He filled the tub and helped me in.

“Join me?” I asked.

“Let me change your sheets first. I’ll be right back, okay?” He looked at me so tenderly.

“Okay.” I said and melted into the warm water.

He was true to his word and came back. He got in the bath behind me and pulled me into his embrace.

“So what are we?” I asked softly.

“Well we skipped the first date, but I think we can still go back and do that. You know, out of order.”

“Like our friendship.” I chirped, causing him to laugh.

“Yeah, you declared yourself my best friend and invited yourself over before introducing yourself or asking for my name.” He smiled as he recalled the memory.

We took turns tenderly washing the other. We got out and went straight to bed snuggled up into one another.

I may be angry at Lars for his execution of it, but I’m grateful he said something pushing me and Kirk to finally cross the boundary into love.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

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justmeinadaze · 10 months

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I Have Nothing (If I Don't Have You) Part 7 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I was going to release this later but it may be a week or so before I post anything written again because I'm moving. I was writing a lot more these past couple of weeks because I was avoiding packing lol Any way please enjoy the angst.

Warnings: Security Guards/Softly Dom Steddie X Sub Singer Fem reader, I AM PUTTING A DARK THEMES WARNING ON THIS! There is not smut but much angst dealing with addiction and overdosing. Y/N does have a slip and ends up in the hospital. There are talks about her ex and her parents involving trauma. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER IF THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!

My inspiration for this chapter was "Dancing with the Devil" by Demi Lovato so that should give you some idea of what you're heading into.

Word Count: 4538

“I’m here with Y/N Y/L/N a few months after her cancelled tour and I think I speak for everyone when I say you look amazing. How have you been?”

“Aw, thank you. I’ve been doing really well actually. I’ve been sober for about six months—”

“Congratulations!”

“Thank you. Thank you so much. It’s been hard but I’m trying.”, you giggle.

“We’ll we’re all routing for you and are extremely proud of you! Now Y/N, I have to ask, do you have any comments in relation to what your ex has been saying in recent interviews.”

Eddie growled low at the question and Steve quickly placed his hand on his shoulder to calm him.

“Um, I mean, Simon can say what he wants. Our relationship was tumultuous to say the least but I’m not allowing him to bother me anymore. I’m in a new healthy relationship and I’d rather focus my energy there.”, you softly smile as your eyes hastily shift their way before coming back to the interviewer.

“Oh my goodness. You are just wonderful. I love it. Do you have any news for us on a new tour or maybe a new album.”

“Right now, I don’t have any plans for another tour but I am working on some new songs so hopefully you guys will get to hear them soon.”

“Well, we’ll keep an eye out and thank you for meeting with us today!”

“And we’re clear!”, a tech guy shouts and the interviewers smile promptly falls. “Oof I need a drink. Alright Y/N, thank you so much doing this.”

“No problem. Thank you for blind siding me with your question about my ex.”

“Hey, he wasn’t on the list of no go questions I got from your team and it’s not like I’m not going to ask when he’s blowing up every form of social media.”

Rolling your eyes, you stalk away from her and out of the studio into a hallway.

“Hey! You okay?”, Steve asks after they both follow you.

“Yeah. I can handle bitches like Becky Stone. I’m struggling a bit with Simon though.”

“I can understand that. Fucking dick has been everywhere since you started getting sober.”, Eddie sighs as he reaches up to pet your head. “You did really well out there.”

After checking your surroundings, you lean in and wrap your arms tightly around him.

“I’m so glad you both are here.”

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Steve wakes up to the sound of music playing in their living room and you not between them. You had started spending a lot of time and nights at their house saying it made you feel safer. People didn’t know where they lived plus your house was littered with memories you were trying to heal from.

“Hey you. Why are you awake?”, he asked when he found you on their couch strumming your guitar.

“I just had a nightmare and couldn’t go back to sleep so I thought I’d come hang out here.” You smiled as your eyes scanned over his nonprofessional demeanor. Most of the time they were on guard securing you so they were dressed well and alert. In calm moments like this, you found them to be the most attractive. Steve’s honey brown eyes radiated a softness you hadn’t seen in a while. Him in only his black sweats allowed you visual access to the muscles in his arms that made you feel safe and secure especially when he held you. His chest and stomach were always extremely kissable especially when you pressed your face into him after they would make love to you or when you were falling asleep.

When Eddie was at home and relaxed, he usually sauntered around in his boxers and a band shirt of some kind. Curling up in his warm embrace and broad chest was one of your favorite things to do as you kissed his neck and ran your hands along his skin under his attire.

You loved being able to let down your own guard with them and allow them to take care of you in more ways than one.

“You know you should really learn to play, Stevie. With those beautiful hands, you could have all the ladies swooning.”

“Oh?”, he chuckles. “What if I only want one girl to swoon over me?”

“For that you can just use your hands for other things.”

He laughs again when you wink and smiles before patting his knee for you come sit on. Placing your guitar to the side you, you go to him, and seat yourself horizontally in his lap, resting your head in the nook of his neck. His palm gently caresses your bare legs as his other rubs along your back.

“Do you want to tell me what you were dreaming about?”

“I don’t want to make you feel bad.”, you coo as your voice dips into that little girl tone telling him all he needs to know.

“Was it about Simon?” Steve kisses your forehead when you nod. “I can understand that. You went through a lot with him and his more recent need for attention isn’t helping. You know, though, we would never let him hurt you again, right?”

“I know, baby.”

He grins when you place your lips on his.

“Come on, honey. Let’s wake up Eddie and see if we can help get you to sleep.” You giggle when he stands up with you in his arms and carries you back to the bedroom.

###########

“God, I hate Becky Stone.”, Sarah sighs before taking a bite of her food you guys had brought her. “But you did phenomenal, Y/N.”

Grinning at her, you glance towards the boys who playfully smile back before Eddie gestures with his eyes towards your own food silently telling you to keep eating.

“I’m still working with our lawyer about Simon and getting a cease and desist but there’s only so much we can do because it’s just him flapping his gums, you know.”

“I know. I mean fuck him right?”

“Yes, ma’am. Of course, the three of us will do whatever we can to keep him away from you. Speaking of…”, she turns towards your security. “How did the interview go with Pearce Security? I know we’d hate to see you guys leave but that is an amazing company.”

Their wide eyes find yours as everyone freezes.

“Um, we think it went well. We haven’t heard back from them though.”

“Good. If they need a recommendation…or…anything…Y/N, are you ok?”, your agent asked as she gave you her attention. Your eyes were closed as your breathing became a bit more erratic. No, you were not ok; you were panicking. Sarah grabbed a pen off her desk and threw it in their direction. “You assholes didn’t tell her?!”

“We didn’t want to worry her if we didn’t get the job.”, Steve explained.

“Of course, you’ll get the fucking job. You both are good at what you do!”, you shout.

“Y/N, honey, breathe.”, Sarah tried to soothe. “You two leave and let her calm down.”

Nodding, they exit the office and wait in the lobby. An hour passed before your agent’s door finally opened and your seemingly calm demeanor sauntered out, swishing passed them as you headed for the elevator. They followed you silently till you got to their car in the parking garage.

“I would like you to take me home, please.”

“I…I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Well, Mr. Munson, I don’t pay you for your ideas. I pay you to secure me so, please, secure me home.”

“Really? You’re going to throw a tantrum and we’re not even going to talk about this?”

“Oh, Mr. Harrington? NOW you want to talk? Honestly, there’s nothing to talk about. I really hope you do get that job. You’re great at what you do. Hopefully, your next client isn’t someone that requires as much up keep as I did.”

“Y/N—”

“Mr. Munson, I don’t want to hear it—”

“Yeah but you will!”, Eddie interrupts. “This right here is exactly why we didn’t say anything. We knew you would take it personally when quite frankly, sweetheart, this has nothing to do with you. This is our dream, Y/N. Just like with you and singing.”

“If we decided to take this job, we’d still be here for you, honey. You’re our girl. We…we love you, Y/N.”

Tears began to fall as you hugged your arms around yourself.

“People who say they love me abandon me or use me. Don’t love me. Just go and forget about me. You both deserve better than me anyway.” As you start to walk away, Steve grabs your arm but you promptly smack him before running.

Both men are hot on your trail before losing you as you jump into a cab and it speeds away.

##############

“FUCK!”, Eddie roars as he throws the pen he was using against the wall. “She’s so FUCKING STUBBORN! That’s a no on the hotel by the airport, Harrington.”

Both men had been hunting for you since you disappeared. Not playing games with them this time, you turned off your phone entirely so they couldn’t track you. They checked your house as well as any place you might normally be and had yet to find you. Currently they were calling every hotel in LA searching for any name they thought you may be under to no avail.

“Sarah’s right. We should have talked to her.”

“She’s still so fragile, Munson. We didn’t want to rattle her if we didn’t have to.”

“Oh yeah, Steve, because this is fucking better. Yeah! What?!” Eddie’s phone had vibrated to life with a number he didn’t recognize and he angrily answered without thinking.

“Heeeey Eddie.”

The metalhead’s head shot up as his eyes met Steve’s at the sound of your slurred voice, quickly putting you speaker.

“Y/N? Sweetheart, where are you?”

“Oh, honey, you don’t have to be so nice to me anymore.”, you giggle but there’s a huskiness behind you tone that tells them wherever you’ve been you’ve been crying.

As soon as they realized it was you calling, Steve went to work trying to find you. Your phone was still off but the number you were calling from was local.

“Ok…you don’t want me to be nice?”, Eddie sighs as he switches gears shifting into his more dominate tone. “Tell me where you are now, little girl. You already scared us half to death. Now, where are you so we can bring you home.”

“Home… I don’t have a home… This is ma life, sweetie. Gah, what was I thinkin’ pretending to be sober?”

Steve grabbed the phone from his friend and handed him his own.

“Y/N, you weren’t pretending. You were doing so well. If you slipped because you’re scared that’s ok. We’ll still love you, honey.”

“Stop. Saying. That.”

“What? Telling you the truth? I LOVE YOU!”

“STOP!”

“I love you to, sweetheart.” Eddie flashes Steve his screen showing him the number that you’re calling him from IS from a hotel that’s not too far from them.

They pause when they hear knocking on your side of line.

“Y/N…Whose there with you, baby?”

“Don’t love me. I deserve…I deserve men like him. At least I know what to expect…”

“Y/N! Did you OD in there or what?! I’m all alone out here.”

“Y/N.”, Steve warns at the sound of Simon’s voice as his tone drops into a strong authoritative growl that pushes through your inebriated brain. “You are not safe with that man. Do you hear me? Tell me where you are NOW.”

“I can’t—”

“No. This is security Steve and Eddie talking to you. You are in danger. We know what hotel you’re at but we need the room. If you don’t tell me, I swear to God Y/N, we will kick down every door searching for you. Do you understand me?”

“Yes. I…I’m sorry.”

As soon as you give them the room number, they grab their keys, and run towards their car.

“Listen to me very carefully. Stay where you are and keep the door locked. We’re on our way.”

The sound of you heavily inhaling through your nose makes them cringe in anger. They weren’t angry with you but themselves. They should have been up front with you and told you everything; reassured you that if they did move on to a different job they’d still be there for you because they cared about you so much.

You started saying something to them but it didn’t make any sense.

“Y/N, you’re slurring too much. I can’t understand you, baby.”

Eddie pushed his foot on the gas as he sped towards the hotel. He knew what that meant and knew they needed to get to you.

“…I say…I…love…you.”

***

They don’t even bother knocking, the door banging open as Steve kicks it in.

“What the fuck?!”, Simon drunkenly hollers as he tries to get to his feet.

“Stay down.”, the boy warns while Eddie runs into the bedroom and pounds his palm on the bathroom door.

“Y/N, it’s Eddie and Steve, sweetheart. Open the door.” After counting to five with no answer, his boot connects the wood and it swings open. Finding you on the floor passed out, he collects you in his arms, and lightly taps your cheeks. “Y/N, open your eyes for me, pretty girl. Come on, now.”

“Yes, we need an ambulance now!”, Steve yells into the phone as he grabs your ex’s collar and forcefully shakes him. “What did she take?!”

“Jesus, I don’t fucking know. Get off me.”

“What do you mean you don’t know!?”, he shouts as he smacks him hard. “She didn’t have anything on her so whatever she took YOU brought!”

“Oh please.”, he slurs. “She fooled you with that sober routine? Small town whores like her never change. Trust me.”

Steve punches him in the face, throwing him to the ground before running to the bathroom and watching as Eddie rubs your back as you throw up in the toilet.

“I know. I know it hurts, baby. You have to get as much of it out as you can.” Collapsing into his arms again, you cried into his neck as he rocked you back and forth. “Good girl, princess. Stay with us, okay? Everything’s ok.”

##############

Sarah fiddles with a keychain on her keys as the boys and her wait to hear anything from the doctor. As soon as the guys called her, she ran down to the hospital sporting her jeans and a pajama shirt. Eddie had offered her his jacket which she appreciated.

What she didn’t appreciate, however, was when Jack (your ex-agent) sauntered in with a smugness that made all three of them want to hit him.

“Wow, Sarah. You had her for what, six months, and she ODed. Good job.”

“Fuck off, Jack. Why are you even here?”

“Because you’re going to need me for something this big. After six months of sobriety, she overdosed on a hotel bathroom floor with the ex who’s been badmouthing her to the press in the next room.”

“I think you forget; I was her publicist. I know how to handle the press and her image. To be honest, that’s the last thing on my fucking mind.”

“That should be the first. At this rate no one in this room is going to have a job. Either she’ll kill her reputation or herself.”

Eddie angrily rose to his feet to confront the man but Steve hastily grabbed his shoulder.

“Get the fuck out. She fired you, you’re not welcome here. Get. Out.”

“As far as I can tell, you two are the ones that shouldn’t be welcome. She’s never been this bad.”

“Oh please. She was worse before we came into the picture but you were too greedy on the money she was bringing in to notice. As long as she continued to sing and bring in income, you didn’t care how wasted she was!”

“Last time I checked, you boys are security. You’re not her father or boyfriend—”

“Sure, because men like Simon and their opinions about her matter so much more.”, Eddie growled. “And last time I checked, her father doesn’t care about her either. She needs people in her life who give a damn.”

“Yeah well, you can take that up with her parents because I called them.”

“You what?”, Sarah asked as she rose to her feet as well.

“She’s their daughter.”

“Since when?”, Steve accused. “That was not your call to make. Their judgements are the last thing she needs right now.”

“For Miss Y/L/N?”, the doctor calls as he comes around the corner.

As everyone moves forward, Eddie places his palm on Jack’s chest, stopping him and motioning for the security guard behind the nurse’s station.

“This man is not with our party and he has no family or relatives here. If you could escort him out we’d appreciate it.”

“YOU’RE GOING TO NEED ME, SARAH!”, Jack shouts as they drag him towards the exit. “This is about to get out of control!!”

***

“So, she’ll be ok?”, Sarah asks as she anxiously adjusts the blanket by your feet.

“Yes, ma’am. You got her here just in time it seems. Legally, we have to keep her for 72 hours for observation but even if we didn’t I would anyway. She had a lot of drugs in her system… I know she’s an alcoholic…Thankfully we didn’t find any in her stomach. I fear if she had been drinking…”

“She’s been sober for about 8 months.”, Steve murmured as his fingers reached down to gently caress your arm.

“I see. Well…slip ups are normal. Honestly 8 months without one is a quite a feat. She should be proud of that.”

“Knowing her, she won’t. She’s going to wake up and blame herself.”, Eddie sighed as his eyes scanned your sleeping face.

The doctor could only nod before he finally continued, addressing the boys.

“We do have security watching the doors to keep out fans and paparazzi. Is there anything else we should be aware of or people we should be on the lookout for?”

“That idiot we just threw out said he called her parents but they’ve never come to California before and I really don’t think they will now but I have a picture of them from her social media. I can give them to your security.”, Sarah confirms.

“Also this man…”, Steve flashes the doctor his phone. “Her ex is not allowed anywhere near her. If we can keep him out of the hospital entirely that would be great. He ran off before EMS arrived.”

“Simon Gates? That’s the one the police are looking for. Ok. We can do that. She’s safe here, guys. I promise.”

Eddie offers Sarah a chair after the doctor leaves but she shakes her head as she gathers her things.

“Now that I know she’s ok, I’m going to go home real quick and change. I’ll post a statement and get anything else from her house she may want. I assume you two aren’t going anywhere?” She grins when they nod. “Ok, good. I’ll be right back.”

As the door swings shut, the metalhead reaches out to touch your face.

“This is our fault, Steve.”

“Eddie—”

“Look at her!”, he hisses through his teeth. “Look at her. We should have told her the truth. We asked her to put her faith in us and we still fucking hid something from her.”

“I know! I fucking know but THIS is why I thought we didn’t tell her.”

“How do you think that made her feel?! That we didn’t trust her enough to handle news that involved our future, a future that we want her to be a part of!”

They glared at each other before turning in the opposite directions but the sound of groaning got their attention as they towards you.

“Hey. Hey, pretty girl. How are you feeling?”

Your eyes took in their worried exhausted demeanors as you remained silent.

“Honey, are you ok?” Again, no response as you shifted your gaze towards the wall behind them. “Y/N, baby, please. Talk to us. Tell us what’s going on inside your head.”

Sighing, each boy took a seat as you quietly began to cry.

***

“Uh, Mr. Munson?”, one of the guards called as he poked his head into your room. “There’s a man out here claiming to be your uncle.”

Flashing the man a quizzical look, he headed for the hallway, bewildered by the sight of his uncle who was leaning against the wall waiting.

“Wayne? Hey, what are you doing here?” Extending his arms, they hugged each other before Eddie nodded at the guard.

“I saw on the news Y/N was hospitalized so I came down as quick as I could. With the way you talk about her, I knew this would be hard so I didn’t want you two to be alone.”

“You didn’t have to do that but I really appreciate it. The doctor said physically she’s doing much better but she hasn’t said a word since she woke up. We’re concerned.”

After entering your room, Steve stands to shake the man’s hand as Wayne comes around to sit in the empty chair beside him.

“Sweetheart, this is my uncle Wayne Munson.”

Your eyes flick towards him for a moment before shifting them back where they were causing both men to glance towards each other nervously. As the night droned on, you listened to them talk to each other until a nurse arrived to check your vitals and bring you something to eat.

“Y/N, honey, you have to eat.”, Steve cooed as you stared at the tray in front of you silently.

“Hey, uh, boys why don’t you take a break and go get some coffee. Bring me a cup as well, hm?”, Wayne suggested giving the man pause.

Tugging on his sleeve, Eddie ushered his friend towards the door knowing that his uncle would keep an eye on you while they were gone.

“My nephew says you have an extremely beautiful voice. He would definitely know. Kid’s been into music since he was born. His mom used to rock him back and forth when he would cry and sing some old songs from musicals she loved.” Wayne’s eyes shifted towards you but as soon as they met yours you looked away. “There was one she used to sing all the time from that one movie with Olivia Newton-John and he would just giggle up at her.”

Rising to his feet, he nonchalantly removed the plastic around your fork and opened the can of ginger ale they had brought you, pouring it into your Styrofoam cup.

“You remind me of her a bit. She was such a strong woman… I remember once, when she found out she was pregnant, she asked me ‘Wayne, what if I fuck up?’ and I told her that if she did that’s alright. Nobody is perfect. As long as you keep trying and keep working to move forward…if you falter…then, sweetheart, it’s ok.”

Your bottom lip trembled as you absorbed what he was saying.

“My brother, Eddie’s dad, never tried. Even after my nephew was born and his wife passed, he just kept getting worse till he ended up in jail.”

Lifting your cup, he brings the straw to your lips and flashes you a small smile when you take a drink.

“God, I wish I could remember the name of the song his mom used to sing it was something like ‘But now there's nowhere to hide since you pushed my love aside—”

“I'm out of my head…Hopelessly devoted to you…”, you sang in response making his grin grow.

It was just then that the two of you realized Eddie and Steve had been standing by the door watching everything unfold.

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

############

That following morning, you still weren’t very talkative but the guys were content with the fact that at least you were eating and doing things the doctors suggested. Whenever there was lull in the room, Eddie’s uncle would talk to you about random things making you smile occasionally.

Commotion in the hallway, however, grabbed their attention as they slipped into security mode and commanded you both stay put. As they entered the hallway, a couple of photographers were being held back as doctors ran through with a gurney into an awaiting operating room.

“What’s going on?”, Steve asked in a firm tone.

“Police found the boyfriend. They’ve been trying to revive him but nothing is taking.”

“Ex-boyfriend. What do you mean revive him?”

“A friend of his called saying he passed out on their floor. They found much harder drugs than what your client had.”, the hospital security sighed.

“Shit.”, Eddie exhaled as well, walking with his friend back to your room only to find you both gone. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

It doesn’t take them long to find you, skidding past an open door where you and Wayne were standing. The man kept a firm grip on your arm as you watched through the glass in front of you while nurses and doctors did what they could to save Simon.

“Honey, you shouldn’t see this.”

Steve reaches for your hand but you promptly yank it back.

“I’m not glass, Steven. You can stop treating me like any little thing is going to break me.”, you whisper.

“I see we’re back in our old mindset. Wayne, would you mind?”, Eddie asks as he gestures towards the door.

“I’ll be in her room. Be gentle, Edward.”, he warns making the metalhead nod.

“Sweetheart, this…”, he continues as he points towards your ex. “…this isn’t a little thing. Don’t treat it like it is. You need to feel what you’re feeling.”

“Stop. Stop talking to me like child.”

“Fine. Then let me talk to you like a boyfriend who loves you. That was you 36hrs ago… own it.”

“Y/N, you didn’t fail just because you made a mistake. You did the right thing by calling us and getting us to you. You could have been like him and ran but you didn’t. That’s a wonderful improvement. The old you would have been in jail or worse.”

Your head hung as you begun to cry and Steve gently reached out with his fingers to lift your chin.

“You deserve better than me.”, you reply in a hoarse voice.

“And you, baby, deserve better than this.”, he absently gestures around the hospital room. “The problem is you don’t believe it.”

Beeping fills your ears and the three of you turn just in time to see the machine flat line as the doctors in the room exhale heavily.

Your knees gave out and Steve quickly caught you, falling to the floor with you as he pressed your head to his chest. Eddie sunk down beside you, his hand petting your hair as they listened to you sob.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. Everything’s ok.”

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry for everything. I love you…”

“Shhh. It’s ok, Y/N. We love you to. We’re right here. We’re not going anywhere.”

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Welcome to my Nightmare Ch. 1

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Chapter One: Santa Carla

Dry heat. The only two words that could describe the hellscape that Santa Carla, California was. I was just now realizing that I had no idea what I had gotten myself into, getting states away from home. The horrors of the grimy truckstop showers should have been an omen not to come here, but I was determined to get away. To start new. To be. . . different.

I had hitchhiked what felt like hundreds of miles, but I knew that wasn’t possible. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was not getting some serial killer-rapist to pick me up. So far, I had gotten nice people, families, and old run-down people that were once me. The Sun’s lasers blasted at me like I was Princess Leia. I was definitely going to get a sunburn after this. I held my thumb up for the millionth time to plead with someone to not let me die of a heatstroke out here. No luck.

The dry dirt crunched under my boots as I walked down the side of the highway into California. A “Welcome to Santa Carla California!” the sign taunted me. As I passed, something told me to glance back. Some punk had spray painted the phrase “MURDER CAPITAL OF THE WORLD” in a fitting, blood red. I suppose maybe that should have been my omen to quit while I was ahead. Of course, I didn’t listen. I had hithicked and been through some of the nasties and sketchiest places to get her. Murder Capital of the World wasn’t going to shock me. More people means more crime anyway.

This time, my thumb yielded an old red Toyota to take pity on me. Once inspecting my saviors, I understood why an older woman had stopped. She had two children in her car. Maybe she saw herself, or her kids, in me. Maybe the husky that was desperate to sniff me begged her to pull over.

“Hi, are you alright? Do you need a ride?” A sweet and delicate voice emanated from her gentle expression. Murder Capital of the World, am I right? Her two sons, the older brunette, and younger blonde, eyed me suspiciously. ALthough, they didn’t seem too concerned with their mother picking up a total stranger. Maybe she did this often.

“Yes ma’am, I just need a ride into town.” I explained. If I got a cheap hotel, maybe I could settle down a bit. I glanced into the old vehicle, it seemed a little over crowded. The two teenages didn’t seem to want to share their precious car space, especially with a husky on the blonde’s lap. Who drags a Husky into this kind of weather?

“Michael, move over just a little. Would you?” The woman’s turquoise necklace with wings caught my eye. It looked almost like a Journey album cover. Michale, the older brunette guy, side eyed me. Not wanting to displease his mother, moved over just a little.

I grabbed the sun bleached handle and opened the car to scoot towards Michael. I tried not to take up too much space, I was a sweaty hitchhiker. It seemed like any space I took up was too much.

“Thanks, I’m (Y/N).” I gestured my open palm towards Michael to shake.

“I’m Michael,” he thankfully shook my hand and didn’t seem too upset about me being in the car. “That’s Sam, Nanook, and my mom–”

“I’m Lucy by the way.” She laughed.

“It’s nice to meet you all. Thank you for giving me a ride, I really do appreciate it.” I thanked Lucy. Sam muttered something about not asking for another one. His mother’s displeased look stopped him from saying anything else.

“So, you’re staging with some family?” Lucy glanced at me through the rearview mirror.

“Oh, uh. I just . . . um. . .” I can’t believe that I was completely choking up. Shit. “Yeah, but only for a little bit.” I hoped that was enough to convince her. It wasn’t.

“Oh, they couldn’t drop you off?” She questioned.

“Well, they don’t have a car, so I just walk everywhere.”

“If you need somewhere to stay for a bit, we have extra room.” Lucy reached for my hand behind the seats.

“Mom–” Sam objected. I couldn’t blame him.

“Sam! Be nice. I raised you better than that!” She scolded.

“You’re more than welcome to stay with us if you need. Really, we do have plenty of room.” Lucy seemed more concerned for me that I was about myself.

Was it really a bad idea? Maybe. Was I going to take it anyway. Yeah! A rent free place to stay, why wouldn’t I take that? Plus, I could cook, clean, or pay rent after I got a job, so it wasn’t like I was taking advantage of them. I only had sixty bucks left, so not enough to stay at a motel for very long.

“Are you sure? I really don't want to take up unwanted space.” put on a sweet and naive voice. I couldn’t make it too obvious that I wanted to stay. Sam and Michael would be a little harder to convince, but I could do it.

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Along the ride, I learned the family’s name was the Emerson’s, freshly moving to Santa Carla after a not-so-great divorce. I thought it was interesting to move so far away, even if Lucy’s father was here. Did she not have siblings? Friends that could help her out? I wasn’t going to ask. Michael wasn’t too thrilled finishing his senior year in a completely different state, but he said he was going to try to make the best of it. Sam, on the other hand, was almost insulted that he had to relocate. A total mall-rat. California seemed right up his alley, every person who wanted to be someone, wanted to be in California. Not Sam though.

The Emerson’s stopped at the boardwalk, which I had no idea was anything more than an expensive tourist trap. Lucy said she came here all the time when she was younger. I always thought it was just for rides and carnie good, but no, there were legitimate businesses. It looked like a couple of food joints, random stores, and a . . . pharmacy? Weird. Maybe it was cheap to rent here. Maybe tourists just got sick a lot.

People were pouring out of every nook and cranny of these places, it was like an anthill. I hadn’t ever seen this many people since Black Friday, except with less fighting and stealing. The Emerson’s had split up and it looked almost impossible to figure out how they were going to meet up. It was overwhelming, especially with how bright and hot it was. Maybe I needed that pharmacy.

Sam and Nanook split, running around like wild children. Lucy and Michael went looking for jobs. I wasn’t really sure where to be, I also wanted a job, but I didn’t want to compete with Lucy or her son. Maybe if I look the next time we’re here, I’ll find one.

Jesus Christ, it was bright. Somebody’s got to sell some shade, otherwise I was going to get a migraine. I scanned the sweaty maze of people, locating a small shop. The Sa’s Surf Shop sign looked over me. Jesus, there were so many people. I forced myself into the air conditioned shop. The smell of sunscreen, surf wax, and too many people that smelled like salty water and B.O. was so grody. I spotted a pair of round, cat eye sunglasses, with a teal rim. They sat discarded in a big with other various pairs.

I picked up two similar pairs and wandered around the store pretending to be a customer. I put the pair I wanted in my waist band underneath my baggy shirt. I made my way over the bin and placed the other pair back. It was so easy to take from shops like this, there were always way too many people to keep track of thieves.

I walked a couple shops down before placing my shield of glory upon my face. A few more shops down, I noticed a bookstore. I was a little confused at how many shops and what types called the boardwalk “home.” It was much more than I expected.

The sign was so sunbleached it was almost impossible to read Used Books on the front. Straight to the point, I guess. An old ancient being guarded the sacred used book store. He seemed almost upset that someone wanted to actually buy something. The store was a tightly packed maze of books from new to who knows how old. Nothing was organized, excepta few book on display near the back, but none of them related to each other. Maybe the old geezer would hire the help he probably needed.

Once inspecting the display, I noticed that How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children by Lewis Frunkes was next to Dracula by Brahm Stoker. . . . interesting. I pulled Dracula off the shelf, then moved around the shelves to find a similar cover. I eventually found another vampire novel that looked close enough to Dracula. I hid Dracula in between my back and the waistband of my pants, hopefully he hadn’t seen me. I proceeded to place the other book on the display hoping it would trick the old man. I made my way to the front of the store to find the old man staring at me intensely. Had he caught me? Hopefully not. He looked between me and the display, quinting. Could this dinosaur even see?

“Was that on the display?” a grainy voice interrogated me.

“Yes, sir.” I said.

He stared at me harshly before saying something. “Alright then.” He uncrossed his arms and placed him on his hips, revealing his name tag. Milforn.

“Excuse me, I was wondering if you were looking for some help–”

“No.” Milford flatly stated.

“Uh, ok. Have a nice day then.” I backed away slowly.

“I don’t need no help.” Milford’s jowls flapped angrily.

“Have a nice day sir.” I said as I quickly exited the store. What a weirdo.

I wandered around a bit before spotting Lucy, Sam, and Nanook. It seemed like lucy was asking Sam to give some money to two kids eating out of a dumpster. I remembered what that felt like. A couple of people had given me money before, but it always was embarrassing taking it. It felt like they just pitied me and wanted to make themselves feel better. Lucy didn’t mean it that way though, she was a good person. I truly do believe that she is a good person.

“Hey,” she grasped my shoulder gently. “We’re going to head up to my father’s now. Don’t forget you’re invited now.” She chuckled at me.

“Ok, thank you.” I said. I kinda felt bad for accepting. I didn’t want to take advantage of Lucy the same way I did those shop people. Lucy was nice, those shop people sucked and had overpriced junk.

Eventually, Me, Michael, Sam, Lucy, and Nanook clamored our way into the old, but well loved, Toyota. Sam seemed more upset about me going than Michael did. The car ride out of town was a little tense to say the least. It was thick enough to choke me. Lucy didn’t seem bothered, or didn’t let it show. She turned on the radio, made jokes, and eventually it seemed as if we were having a good time. Sam even laughed at something I said.

“Ya know, I haven’t lived with another girl since I lived with my mother!” Lucy laughed. “If you need anything, really anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you. If you need help moving anything, let me know. I don’t mind.” I chirped.

“You could move my stuff into my room.” Sam laughed.

“Light work I guess.” I quipped back. Michael chuckled in response. “So, how old are you guys?”

“18.” Michael said.

“Old enough.” Sam said.

“Sam,” Lucy nudged her son in the ribs. “He’s 13.”

“I’m guessing you're maybe 30?” I joked with Lucy. While Same and Michael didn’t seem to think my joke was funny, Lucy felt more than flattered. After all, it was her approval I was after, not two punk-ass teens.

“So are you in highschool?” Michael asked.

“No, I just graduated.”

“So why are you all the way out here?”

“A fresh start. I just wanted things to be different than how they were.” I didn’t want to tell my whole life story to a guy I just met a couple hours ago.

“Fair enough. Us too.” Michael was quiet and didn’t talk much. “I’m finishing my senior year here.”

“Who said you’re graduating?” Sam joked. Michael wetted the tip of his finger and shoved it into Sam’s left ear canal.

“Mom!Michael just gave me a wet-willy!”

“Michael, please don’t start on the wrong foot. We’re almost here. I don’t want your grandfather to think we fight.” Lucy explained.

“I thought it was funny.” I whispered to Michael. He chucked a bit. Perhaps I could get them to warm up to me.

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toomuchracket · 4 months

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Ok not smutty (not necessarily at least) so feel free to ignore but I was listening to the nyer radio hour and having bday party thoughts… does girly record her own audiobooks? Or maybe she doesn’t usually but chooses to do the audio for an essay she wrote for anthology and matty goes with her to the studiooo. Tbh I have no idea how any of that works, maybe she records it at home studio lol I’m feral for that au if you can’t tell

the essay collections haven't made it into audiobook form yet and your novel was actually narrated by florence pugh (big fan of yours. when she found out amy was named after little women she sent her a gift lmfao), BUT when condé nast come calling about radio hour and ask you to read a piece they just published of yours... you jump at the chance. they offer to set you up with studio time and a sound engineer, but before you can reply to the email matty's like "nahhhhhh you don't need them. i'll record it for you!! we'll make time in the studio for you next week!!", and he's so excited about his Bring Your GF to Work day idea that you agree. so, the following week, he practically skips into the studio holding your hand and leads you into the booth and explains how it all works - and takes a pic of you with the headphones on cos "oh my fucking god you're so cute" - before letting you record in peace. well, not quite; he sits at the deck looking at you lovingly, so lovingly that he forgets hit the button and your entire first take goes unrecorded lmfao. the second time is a lot better, although he's too busy running into the booth to hug you and be like "you're a natural. i should get you on the next 75 record" to forget to hit stop, so that and you replying with a giggle and a "me? i couldn't be on an album. what would i even do?" - naturally, then, that clip of you closes one of the songs on the next 75 album, a love song about you and how happy matty is to be with you (his version of everywhere by fleetwood mac, he likes to say lol). but yeah! the essay is a hit with the listeners, so that's definitely not the last time you go to the studio with matty to work on your own shit. cute <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #into the birthday partyverse

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imwriting0verhere · 8 months

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Love Again

Chapter 2

It’s been four days since the party and you had finally managed to talk to Sam. Or rather, ask him over so you could talk.

Usually you would be excited to see him, greeting him with a hug, picking up some beers from the kitchen and then making your way over to the sofa. And that’s where you’d usually spend hours talking and laughing and having the best time together.

But today, you’re so nervous to see him. Walking around your flat, constantly looking out the kitchen window to check if he is here yet. You almost jump as the doorbell finally rings.

You take a deep breath before reaching for the door and pulling it open “Hiya” you exhale, while trying to look everywhere but his face. You hear him chuckle before he replies “Hiya sweetheart” which finally makes you look at him.

He is gorgeous as ever. Short curly hair, a bit tousled from the wind on his walk over. His blue eyes warm and welcoming as always. A bit of stubble on his face, which means he hasn’t shaved since you last saw him. The smile on his face turning into a small frown “You going to let me in like?” he asks. “Oh of course, yes, come on in” you laugh awkwardly as you let him slip past you and shut the door behind him.

You two wordlessly make your way into the kitchen where he immediately opens the fridge and takes out two bottles, walking right up to you and passing you one. “So what’ve you got planned for today?”

You take a sip before looking up at him, trying to gauge his reaction “Um actually I was hoping we could catch up and talk…about some stuff” you say before loosing confidence and staring at the beer in your hand “there’s something a wanted to ask you, Sam”.

“Okay” he says before gently taking your hand and guiding you over so you two can sit on the sofa.

“When do you leave for Amsterdam?”

“In two weeks, our first show is on the 19th”

“I’m glad! I don’t leave until the 24th so we can make the most of our time at home together” he tells you with a big smile, before squeezing your knee lightly. He sips his beer as he casually leans back against one arm of your sofa, his body turned towards you. You have one leg resting on the cushion, the other is still on the floor, bouncing up and down nervously. He’s looking at you for a moment longer, seemingly not noticing the nervous energy in our body. Or he just doesn’t say anything.

“You must be excited to go back over to the States eh?” why is this so awkward today? Talking to Sam about literally anything never feels this tense or dull.

“I’m fucking buzzing like! I hope we’ll be finally breaking into America this time like” he looks so excited and ready for this chance again. Now with a proper album under his belt, it should be a cinch to start making a name for himself with international audiences as well. Him and the lads have worked so hard for this and there is no one who deserves it more.

“It’s a shame you can’t come with us” he pokes your arm teasingly.

You had moved to London only 5 years ago, and up north to Newcastle only 2. And even though it truly feels like your home now, with all your friends and found family, the happiest you have been in years. You still miss it to be home sometimes, truly home. In New York, where you were born and raised and had lived with your mum and younger sister. You had taken the opportunity to move to London to further your career. And it helps that you travel for work anyways, so you can visit home much more frequently than you first thought. But knowing that Sam and the boys are going over without you this time, after having your band as support act the last time they played the States, feels a bit strange. And wrong.

“I hope I’m going to be too busy to worry about that. And then over the summer I will have some time to go visit mum for a bit” you say fondly.

“I bet it won’t be the same this time around though. Sooner or later you’ll miss the craziness us lads brought with it” Sam winks at you and you can’t help but laugh at that.

“Yeah right Fender, keep telling yourself that” you can’t keep the smile out of your voice. And Sam is just as happy and relaxed. This is how it’s supposed to be between you two.

It makes your stomach churn, thinking about how he made you feel at the new year’s party, and why you had actually asked him over today. This time it must show on your face because instantly Sam shifts forward on the sofa and looks at you with concern in his eyes. Concern for his best friend.

“Everything ok?” and as he’s reaching out to you, you realise that you can’t delay this any further. So while taking a shaky breath you mirror his actions and lean further towards him.

“I um, I actually wanted to talk to you about NYE and, um and your girlfriend” you swallow thickly, hating how that word tastes in your mouth. Slowly finding the irritation and hurt you felt a few days ago, when he had showed up with her.

“Ok sure, what about it?”. He seemingly still has no idea how he had made you feel that night.

“Sam. I was honestly really surprised you’d bring someone. I didn’t even know you’d met someone new, after…” you look up at him quickly, your voice getting quieter as you try to make him understand what you mean.

He nods as if finally understanding what you mean “I honestly didn’t expect to meet someone so quick as well. And definitely didn’t expect it to turn so serious” he chuckles at that, seemingly not the slightest bit aware of how much this hurts you.

“And I just figured it would make more sense to tell you and finally introduce her to everybody in person”

You are torn because, yes it does make sense to hear it like that, but at the same time you know that some of the boys had already met her while down in London over the past couple weeks.

“Well, apparently Joe and Dean had already met her prior to the party. So I’m just a bit confused as to why you wouldn’t tell me”

You really don’t want to start a big fight over this, but your irritation grows as Sam is trying to play this down.

You can see in his expression that he’s surprised by you knowing about that “Oh, well, ya” he’s rubbing the back of his neck before he continues “The lads were with me for some last-minute recording. You knew that. I guess we went oot for a few pints after and she came along one night”

He is looking at you now, confident stare, as if trying to get you to believe what he just told you. But you can see he doesn’t even believe it himself. Why is he being so cryptic about this though.

“And how did you know about it anyways?” he adds accusingly.

“Tom told me” You reply sharply. “He told me because he had noticed something was off at the party. Something you didn’t seem to notice or even care about!” you are getting agitated really fast now, but you just can’t help it. You’ve known Sam for so many years now, having gone through so much together and nothing seemed to be able to come between you. You two were each other’s confidant and you never ever lied to each other. So why are you getting the feeling that he is keeping something from you? Why do you feel so betrayed?

“Why are you getting so worked up over this now? I go to the pub all the time with the lads, and we meet other people, all the time! I don’t have to tell you about that”

“You know that’s different Sam!” you huff and get up from the sofa, turning your back towards him for a moment. Letting out a sigh and pinching the bridge of your nose, you turn around to look at him again.

“Sam I just, I was surprised ok.”

He looks up at you from his place on the sofa, a sympathetic look in his eyes.

“I didn’t think I’d see you with someone else. Least of all at our friends’ NYE party. And because you hadn’t said anything I expected to be spending New Year’s Day with you, like we usually do”

He lets out a breath before getting up as well and stopping right in front of you “Come ‘ere” he says gently before pulling you in for a hug. You hesitate at first, put quickly relax into his arms. Relishing in the moment. Sam is a fantastic hugger and you had missed this.

You pull apart and look at each other “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner” you nod in acknowledgement “And a’m sorry you had to find oot from Tom” he laughs lightly at that, trying to lighten the mood.

“Thank you, Sam” he sits back down and takes another swig of his beer

“I’ve got to ask you one more thing” you announce, barely above a whisper. You’re afraid that this will make the situation worse again, but you have to. This is what’s been weighing on you the most. What hurt the most when you saw him and Amber together.

He looks up at you, expectantly

“You told me, when we broke up, that it wasn’t the right time. That you weren’t capable of committing to a serious relationship right now.” you swallow, feeling the tears starting to collect in your eyes

“And I understood and accepted that. We are both on tour soon. We won’t be home for months”

You can see the hurt in his face now too, his sense of guilt, because he didn’t want to hurt you. Or he didn’t stop to think about how this would hurt you.

“So why did she get promoted to serious girlfriend, but I wasn’t good enough for that?” a lonesome single tear rolls down your right cheek, which seems to spring him into action

“Y/N, I… that’s not…” his left hand cups your cheek and he wipes his thumb over your skin

“Darling that’s not what happened” he reassures you. And you look up at him, searching his face because this is Sam. You want to believe him, you usually do. But you need him to explain it, need more from him.

“The conversation we had, having to tell you I couldn’t be with you right now, was the hardest thing a had to do. But it’s for the best right now.”

More tears are now rolling down your face and you try to desperately blink them away

“When I was introduced to Amber a few weeks later, I didn’t expect anything to come from it. And I didn’t think of giving her any kind of status, but, after we’ve spent some time together she insisted. And I didn’t think anything of it because a’ll be in the US soon. I don’t know how long this is going to last with her like, if at all.”

“So you just thought you’d string her along until you’re leaving here?” you don’t even know where this is coming from. You don’t even like the girl, but hearing Sam justify his behavior like that. It’s making you angry.

“What?” he says perplexed, not expecting your reaction. He slowly drops his hand from your face and takes a step back.

“Sam, less than three months ago you still told me you love me. Then you break up with me and now you found some poor girl to entertain yourself with, just so you won’t have to deal with it?! Does she even know about us?” your voice getting louder and more probing. You can’t believe he’d just do this and not see how wrong it all is.

Sam has taken another step back, looking at you in disbelieve

“No she doesn’t know about us! And why should she? Y/N/N, what you and I had was different and very special to me. I don’t know how long this will last with her yet, she doesn’t need to know” Sam looks so convinced of what he is saying. Trying to convince me as well, that this is okay.

“Then why even get with her in the first place? Do you know how this has made me feel? To see you parading her around our friends” you ask him.

“This has nothing to do with yer though. And I don’t need to explain myself like. I don’t get how this is such a big deal?” he’s frustrated and you know he didn’t expect you to interrogate him about this.

“But it is a big deal Sam! You’re my best friend and I thought we trusted each other! I can’t believe you’re playing the victim here now”

“I’m not playing victim, I just don’t get why you’re all of a sudden acting like you’re the one that’s getting pissed on! I’m not going oot with you, for fucks sake, so why don’t you just mind your own business?!” Sam is livid now and you can’t believe he is throwing this in your face. You feel your heart clench at his words, a painful reminder of how he’d hurt you in the first place

“No, you’re not” your voice is laced with sorrow as you angrily wipe your tears away “But I thought you might reflect back to our relationship and take some time to process what happened, and what I meant to you. Before going off to fuck someone new!”

“Oh great, I wonder how long you’ve been waiting to throw that in wor face” he seethes at you with a humorless laugh before grabbing his coat. Holding up his hands in defeat he looks at you “You know what, I don’t need this shit! You think whatever the fuck yer want, Y/N!” before storming out of your flat.

In every other situation you would’ve stalked after him and made sure you don’t leave a situation being mad at each other. But today you just wait until you hear the front door shut. You’re standing still in the middle of the living room before you release a frustrated scream and decide to make your way over to your tiny back garden for some fresh air. This is unfamiliar territory for you and Sam. You have no idea what will come of you both now.

#sam fender fanfic #sam fender imagines #sam fender fanfiction #sam fender x reader #sam fender #love again

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jovenshires · 1 year

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endless au edits: the battle of the bands au nobody asked for pt 1

today, i'm here with spencer agnew, lead singer of the chosen. yeah, thanks for having me. fresh off the release of your debut album, kickstart. why 'kickstart'? oh, that's a fun story. so, in a huge way the name symbolizes what we're doing - we've released a bunch of eps, but this is the first actual album you know, so it's a huge kickstart to our career. and... ... and? ... and maybe i drink a ridiculous amount of mountain dew kickstart. are you guys sponsored? you know, we weren't, but then courtney leaked the story on tiktok and it went viral, so they sent me, like, a lifetime supply, which is really cool. so who knows what the future holds. now, obviously this is a huge milestone for you guys, but your career really took off on the show 'up & coming.' what was filming that like? oh, really fun. yeah, our manager - kiana parker, the absolute best - is a friend of a friend of the show and got us on. that was back when we were really only doing eps and stuff, but the showrunner loved our sound, so here we are. the film crew was cool, we barely even knew they were there. except for shayne. if you catch him in any shot he's like looking directly at the camera, it's ******* weird. oh, ****, am i not allowed to say ****? i mean. freakin'. shoot. even after your extreme online success, i hear you're entering the battle of the bands this year. what's that all about? yeah, well, this whole thing started with me and courtney making music in their garage. and that's really what it's all about - having fun and f... messing around with your friends. so we're really excited to get on stage and have some fun before we kick off our tour. nothin' better than a little friendly competition. speaking of, who would you say is your biggest competition? ugh, really - they're all great, they have a great sound. damien's been obsessed with coventry lately, so i've been hearing them a lot on like the tour bus and stuff. kolivition is great, and of course they're good friends of ours. and ftc is literally everywhere right now. so there's a lot of really talented bands entering. but the only one i'm, like, legit scared of... ... is it the smosh reunion? yeah. yeah, it's the smosh reunion.

#smosh #smosh au #smosh fic #spencer agnew #edit #mine*#spencer #courtney #damien #shayne #aued*#long post #botbau #personal #shut your pie hole katie

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houpss · 6 months

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LINES IN LEAD SONGS¡!

🧊–return to masterlist ¡! ✥

this is such a relaxation from headcanons and reactions, part 2 of SKZ’s reaction to your death will be released very soon, I literally stopped halfway through.

I haven’t forgotten about Lily, but I decided to move a little towards reactions and headcanons; posts about Lily will also be published!

Album:ROCK-STAR

Lead song:LALALALA

–여긴 벌집 벌투성이

피할 수 없음 쏘이고 보자 (Original: Hyunjin)

–행복 지수 측정 불가 Good day (Original:LEE KNOW)

–Just feel the rock We let it rock

(Lalalala la lalalala)

Just feel the luck We let it rock (Original:Han)

– Rock and roll

We dancing till we fall

No stopping here we go (Original:Seungmin)

Album:5-star

Lead song:S-CLASS

–Counting stars

특별의 별의 별의 별의 별의 별의 별의

별난 놈 (Original:Hyunjin)

–I feel like the brightest star bichi ssodajineun bam

haneureul barabomyeon nae moseup

sunoajyeo isseo yeah yeah (Original: I.N)

–Stage 위 그 자체로 이건 특별 무대(Original: Han)

Album:MAXIDENT

Lead Song:CASE 143

–You got me losing patience

geotjabeul su eomneun emotion

tteoolla ne moseup I never feel alright

sumaneun gamjeongi chungdolhae wae irae (Original:I.N)

–Why do I keep getting attracted

네 모습만 떠올라

I cannot explain this emotion (Original:Lee Know, 2nd repeat! Minho sings for the first)

–You’re pulling me deeper and deeper

I try to get out but I can’t stop (Original:Seungmin)

–143

I LOVE YOU (Original:Hyunjin, ending of the song)

(Lily took rest during the Circus and Maniac era due to anxiety disorder. the video for MANIAC was filmed before Lily took the rest, they only managed to record the title with her participation and shoot a video, teasers, etc., by the time the other songs were recorded, Ayala was already in the rest and did not participate in any recording. Stay was very sad when they saw Lily in the video.)

Album:ORDINARY

Lead song:MANIAC

–본체는 풀렸네

정신을 간신히 잡지 (Original:I.N)

–내가 걷는 이 거리는 다 지뢰밭

다 언제 터질지 모르는 dormant volcano

얌전했던 바람도 언제 바뀔지 몰라

다들 숨긴 채 살아가 like a sealed tornado (Original:Changbin)

–가득해 두 눈은 lunatic

모든 감각이 날 서 있지 (Original: Hyunjin)

Album:NOEASY

Lead song:THUNDEROUS

–Man I’m not sorry, I’m dirty (Original: Felix, all his part with this phrase )

–Why you mad? Why you sad? Why you tiktiktik (Original:Seungmin)

– 우르르쾅쾅쾅쾅 천둥 (pparababam)

구름 타고 두둥 (pparababam) (Original:Changbin)

Album:IN

Lead song:BACK DOOR

–달라 보여

모든 게 완벽해지는 이 순간

두 눈앞에서 펼쳐지는 fantasy

내 목소리가 터지도록 외쳐 멈칫

할 시간 따윈 없어 (Original:Seungmin and I.N)

–관계자 외 출입금지 여긴 back door

관계자 외 출입금지 여긴 back door

관계자 외 출입금지 여긴 back door (Original:Changbin and Lee Know)

Album:GO

Lead Song:God's Menu

–“네 손님”

어서 오십시오

이 가게는 참 메뉴가 고르기도 쉽죠

뭘 시켜도 오감을 만족하지 하지

지나가던 나그네, 비둘기까지

까치까지 까마귀들까지 (Original:Changbin)

–잠깐 떠나간다 해도

결국 다시 찾게 될 (Original:Han)

–“네 손님” (Original:Hyunjin)

Album:I AM NOT

Lead song:District 9

–나도 나를 잘 모르는데 왜

네가 나를 아는 듯이 말해 oh

–Stray kids everywhere all around the world

Stray kids everywhere all around the world (Original:Seungmin)

–나도 나를 잘 모르는데 왜

네가 나를 아는 듯이 말해 oh

–나도 나를 잘 모르는데 왜

네가 나를 아는 듯이 말해 oh

Album:MIXTAPE

Lead song:Hellevator

–내게 잔인하고 두려운 하루를

홀로 버티고 있어

손을 내 밀어도

–My hellevator

–내게 잔인하고 두려운 하루를

홀로 버티고 있어

손을 내 밀어도

–My hellevator

–펜트하우스로 데려다 줄 my hellevator (Original:Han)

–My hellevator

#stray kids #stray kids 9th member #lily skz #skz 9th member #houpss #stray kids female addition #stray kids female member #skz female oc #skz female member #skz imagines #skz fic #female kpop idol #female #kpop girls #kpop #stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons

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berzahoes · 11 months

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show and tell | john frusciante

summary: john and the reader’s daughter takes something personal for show and tell

warnings: just a few curse words

an: also i just a random name for the daughter, you can totally change it to whatever you’d like :) (to be honest, i was watching the crown when i wrote this soooo)

“shit! shit! fuck!”

yours and john’s daughter, diana, was eating her breakfast, but she couldn’t help but listen to the words coming out of her mother’s mouth. she knew wasn’t supposed to repeat them so she didn’t.

“no, john, when i say i looked everywhere i mean it!“ you spoke into the phone. you looked at your daughter, who smiled back at you. “i have to take diana to school, it’s show and tell say and she wants me to stay to see what she brought.”

“what is it?” john asked. he was in the studio with the chili peppers recording some songs for their upcoming album.

“she won’t tell me. my bet is the tooth that fell out last week.” you chuckled as you approached your daughter and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“it’s not a tooth!” diana said teasingly.

“say goodbye to dad, you and i need to get to school right now or we’ll be late.” you passed the phone to her so she could say goodbye to john.

“bye daddy! i’m telling mommy to record me so she can show you what i brought for show and tell.” the little girl said.

“okay, make sure she record everything. i love you, di, have a great day at school.” john said. you put the phone back to your ear so you could continue your conversation with your husband.

“i’ll keep searching, but i promise you i have looked everywhere in this damn house. it literally looks like a tornado came through here.”

“i’m sure it’s under the couch or in one of your jewelry boxes, babe. i’ll help look when i get home.”

after saying multiple i love you’s and goodbye to john, you and diana were on the way to school. every school morning, diana begged you to play the chili peppers so you did, at least her favorite songs. she would always sing along to the zephyr song and dark necessities. as you parked in your usual parking spot in front of the elementary school, you made sure you had your purse and phone with you.

diana had gotten out of the car and practically sprinted towards her best friend, lucy, who had brought her father’s firefighter helmet. lucy’s mom had spotted you and gave you a hug.

“what’s wrong? you look tired and stressed. you need a red bull? i always carry extra in here.” lucy’s mom said. she was always seen with energy drinks, something you couldn’t even drink no matter how tired you were.

“i can’t find my wedding ring. and i can’t replace it because it was john’s grandmother’s ring.” you showed your left hand which was supposed to have an old but beautiful silver ring that john had given you years ago when you said i do.

“oh, sweetheart. did you tell john?”

“of course i told him. i don’t keep secrets from him ever. he’s not mad, he even said he’d help look for it after he gets home from the studio. i just hope it’s not lost forever.”

you two entered the elementary school ready to get the show and tell part of the day over with. all the parents that decided to join were stuck sitting in the back in the most uncomfortable tiny chairs. you sat next to lucy’s mom.

“you remember that birthday party the girls went to last month. the one with the bouncy house and ball pit?” lucy’s mom asked.

“yeah, the newman’s right? what about it?” you asked, unsure why she even brought it up.

“mr. newman is staring right at you. i heard he already asked for a divorce. he’s taking that big fancy truck he got for mrs. newman last year. he probably saw your naked hand and think you and john are headed for that divorce too.”

“okay class and parents! we are going to begin with our show and tell. firstly, I want to thank the parents for showing up and our students for bringing their items. i can see you are all very excited so let’s begin. any volunteers?” the teacher asked.

diana’s hand was the first to go up so naturally the teacher let her go first. she stood up from the carpet and faced her classmates. the teacher saw that she didn’t have anything to show so she was confused until she saw the little girl reach into her pocket and pull out something.

“diana, what did you bring for show and tell?”

you had taken out your phone and started recording like you promised you would. you smiled as diana started her presentation.

“for show and tell, i brought something that is really special in my house. i brought my mommy’s wedding ring!”

you almost dropped your phone as soon as you heard diana. so she had your ring this whole time. still, you continue recording.

“that’s lovely, and what can you tell us about it?” the teacher asked.

“so my daddy gave it to my mommy many years ago. they gave each other rings because they love each other. but before this ring belonged to my mommy, it used to be my great-great-great-”

“just one great, honey! just one.” you said holding up your finger to signal to her.

“oh. ok, it was my great-grandmother’s ring. i never met her, but my daddy was told by her that he could only give this ring to the person he loves most in the whole world and i wasn’t born yet so he obviously gave it to my mommy. on the inside it has her name and my daddy’s name.” diana said with the biggest smile on her face.

“that’s wonderful, diana. class does anyone have questions?” the teacher directed her attention to the kids. a few hands went up. one by one, each student asked their question with diana trying her best to answer them.

“i have one.” you raised your hand and you passed your phone to lucy’s mom so she could record. “how did you get your mommy’s ring?”

diana didn’t say anything, she just started giggling and ran towards you so she could give you a hug. “i’m sorry i took your ring without asking.”

“it’s okay, baby. you just have to let me know, i was going crazy looking for my ring.” you kissed her cheek. she stuck out her hand so diana could slide the ring on. “thank you, di.”

“looks like mr. divorced man didn’t like that one but.” the two older women held in their laughter as mr. newman looked disappointed by the news that you were still happily married.

“oh shoot, i’m still recording!”

when you and diana got home, john was already home cleaning the ‘tornado’ mess that you had left that morning. diana ran up to her dad and hugged him.

“guess what our daughter took to show and tell?” you waved your hand in front of his face to show him the ring.

“at least she took this. last week i heard her she wanted to take the chili peppers to show and tell.” john laughed as he kissed diana’s temple. she then ran off to the kitchen to get her after school snack.

“like a record?” you question.

“no, the band. she was asking the guys if they were available to come to her classroom to show everyone how cool were uncles are.”

“she can take them to the next show and tell just as long as she doesn’t take anymore of my stuff.” you said as you took a seat in the neatly made couch, thanks to john.

“mr. newman was staring at mommy! and he’s mad that you guys are still married!” diana yelled as she ran to her room with fruit snacks in her hand.

“what goes on in show and tell?” john asked.

“too much.”

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lovesosweeet · 9 months

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KNOW IT ALL x THE BAND CAMINO

part 2

a calum hood songfic

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Calum didn’t want Tillie to be all he thought about, but she was. She littered his social media feeds, his camera roll, his playlists, his conversations… she was literally everywhere. Fuck, she somehow managed to be at nearly every party or event that he went to.

Tonight was no exception.

It was the night of the VMAs, an event both he and Tillie had been to before. They’d never been to it together, but then again, they had never actually been together. He hadn’t seen her intentionally in over a year. Their only interactions had been awkward, fleeting glances from across a crowded room or merely scrolling past photos of each other on Twitter or Instagram.

He knew she’d be here tonight. She just released a new single — a collaboration with The 1975 — and her sophomore album was up for a handful of awards. It was a great PR opportunity and surely she’d win something, so of course she would show up to an important event in the music industry.

He didn’t expect that she would be right next to his band on the red carpet where he could practically smell her. Tillie’s scent always brought memories flooding back. It was a mix of marijuana, Valentino Born in Roma Intense perfume, and, oddly, garlic. She always smelled like garlic. And he loved it.

He loved her.

The weird smell was just the tip of the iceberg for his discomfort. Not only was Tillie there, right next to them, but she had also brought a date. He knew she was dating someone new; the information was everywhere and he’d heard about him via Michael, who’d met him on a few occasions that Calum could barely stand to listen to stories about. The jealousy was gnawing at his stomach and threatened to creep up his throat.

She looked hot. She always did, but she put extra time into her appearance tonight and it paid off. She had chunky glitter highlighting the inner corners of her eyes, something she always did when she wanted a little extra spice for a special occasion.

Tillie was wearing an oversized white button up shirt that could’ve come from her date’s closet for all Calum knew, and the hint of a hem from a tiny black mini skirt peeked out the bottom of it. Her short legs were elongated by a pair of high heeled, knee high boots. In lieu of a tie, she wore a large satin bow on her collar that matched her bright red lipstick. Her long, currently black hair was straightened and tied back in a half updo, a matching red bow knotted around the ponytail.

He could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and that, coupled with her plush red lips and exposed thighs, had his mouth going dry. She hadn’t even glanced at him and he’s already sweating at being so close to her again.

Her date, some ridiculously tall guy that plays for some basketball team somewhere in the country, matches her outfit with a nearly identical shirt, a red bow around his neck, but he’s wearing dark slacks that are patchworked from a mix of fabrics, some pinstriped, some dark gray, some black, and a few pops of navy blue, with platform Doc Martens on his feet.

Tillie dressed him, and he’s sure of it, and he’s jealous. He knows he is and he’s not in denial about it. He doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s staring at her, either. He’s totally zoned out of the interview he’s currently a part of until Michael says Tillie’s name.

“I know that I’m stoked to see Tillie’s performance tonight,” Michael says, reminding Calum that Tillie will be performing her new single tonight.

The interviewer seems almost too excited at the mention of the petite girl standing a maximum of 10 feet away. “Understandable, I’m excited too! You guys and Tillie go way back, right? She opened for you a few years ago. Are you all still good friends?”

Calum clenches his jaw in frustration, breaking his gaze from being focused on Tillie to now staring at his own feet. He’s wearing Docs tonight, too.

“Oh, yeah, we love Tills. She actually helped write some of my new solo stuff that’s been in the works for a while,” Ashton says.

“She comes over to my house a few times a month unannounced,” Michael mentions with laughter.

“And how do you feel about that?” The interviewer asks. Once more, they seem almost too eager about the information the boys are giving.

“Like Ash said, we love her. She’s usually coming over to hang with the dogs and to binge some reality show with my wife or to challenge me to a Guitar Hero duel,” Michael says. “She has her own key. She’s totally welcome whenever she wants.”

“Why don’t we invite her to join your interview! A reunion of old friends. Looks like she’s on deck to be our next guest anyways,” the interviewer waves at Tillie and her new man to join the band. Tillie lights up when she realizes who’s next to her.

“Oh my god, if it isn’t my four little boys!” She cheers, scurrying over to wrap herself around Michael, squeezing between him and Luke. Her boyfriend — or whatever she’s calling him — stands off to the side, looking mildly uncomfortable due to being left out suddenly.

“Hi mum,” Michael says, grinning down at one of his very best friends.

“Tillie, thanks for coming over,” the interviewer says. She looks very excited by the fact that two artists are engaging on her account. It’s always great for engagement when artists and celebrities interact and she knows her boss will be pleased later on.

“Of course! I’ll take any excuse to see these dorks.”

“The boys have said they’re excited for your performance later. Any sneak peeks about what it’ll look like? It’s your first time performing it live, right?”

Tillie grins. She’s proud of herself. She’s always loved doing collabs, but The 1975 has seemed like an unattainable one until she ran into them at a festival a few months ago and she hung out with them for the day. Between all the alcohol the two parties consumed and Tillie’s loud, unfiltered nature, she brought it up and the band was instantly on board.

“Yes, it’s the first time,” she starts. “But, no sneak peeks! You know me better than to give that info away early, Angela!”

“Boys, is this your first time meeting Nick?” Angela asks. Calum has to hold back a snort as he learns the guy’s name. Of course, he has some douchey name like Nick.

“Mike got to meet him a few weeks ago, but the rest of them haven’t yet,” Tillie answers.

You haven’t spoken to me in a year, Calum thinks. Of course I haven’t met him.

“Michael, do you approve?”

Mike laughs. “No pressure, he’s only right there,” he says and motions to the tall man who’s standing about two meters away from them. “But yeah, I think he’s great. He and Matilda here are great together.”

Tillie glares at the mention of her full name and digs her elbow into Michael’s rib cage, making him glare back at her.

“So Tillie, your album just dropped. And boys, you’ve got one on the way, right?”

“Yeah, we’re stoked,” Luke says with a lopsided grin.

“You’re also performing tonight. Do I get any sneak peeks from you?”

“Think we’re gonna have to follow Tillie’s lead and say no sneak peeks, sorry!” Ashton apologizes.

“Well, I can’t wait to see what the five of you get up to on the stage. Thanks for chatting, but I think we’re out of time now.” Angela’s camera man gives her a signal that must mean that she’s low on time.

“Thanks for having us, Angie. Hope you enjoy the show,” Tillie says while offering her mischievous smile that has haunted Calum for far too long.

As the five of them step out of the camera’s frame, Tillie goes straight for Nick, craning her neck to stare up at him. He doesn’t even bat an eye before he bends down to kiss her. Calum is shocked that she lets him. She’s wearing red lipstick, which, when he and Tillie were whatever they were, she never let him do.

Ashton comes up behind Calum and smacks him between his shoulder blades. “C’mon, let’s go inside. I’m sure we can find more friendly faces to mingle with besides your old situationship and her new man.”

Calum grits his teeth and narrows his eyes at Ashton, but doesn’t say anything. He starts walking toward the entrance, grateful that that was their last press interview before the show itself starts.

Calum heads straight for the bar, ordering a whiskey on the rocks to sip on. He needs something strong if he’s going to be in the same room as Tillie for the whole night. While his bandmates chat with some of their long term industry friends and stop to chat with a few non-famous audience members, he sulks and sips his whiskey, sitting in his seat by himself.

His eyes are glued on a certain black-haired woman that he despises his love for. He wishes he didn’t love her, but how could he not? Even now, he’s watching her be the sarcastic, dry-humored girl that won him over years ago. She’s flirting and teasing, and he can tell by the look in her eyes that he could see a mile away. Her lips are tugged to the side while she smirks at whatever she’s saying, reaching out and touching the arms of none other than Maisie Peters and Taylor Swift, the three of them all giggling together. Nick is a few steps behind her, chatting with Niall Horan.

He almost wishes Nick could see him stare at his girl. He wants Nick to go to Tillie later and ask what the deal is with Calum. He wants him to have to feel uncomfortable about him, for some reason. Tillie is the only girl he’s ever really loved, and he thought that she felt similarly, but the fact that she never said she loved him echoes and flashes and ricochets around his brain all the time. He hates it but it’s true. She never said those three words that his heart ached to hear.

He wonders how long it will be before Tillie drops Nick. She’d dated a long list of people in the span of time that’s passed since Tillie cut off their… whatever you want to call their arrangement. The tabloids have shown her disheveled, doing what some would call a walk of shame every few weeks, blurry paparazzi photos from random dates and kissing a number of different people in dark corners of bars and clubs.

Michael comes to sit next to Calum after he’s chatted with a few fellow musicians and random actors who were invited.

“You good?” Michael asks, even though he knows what’s going through Calum’s head. He’s just trying to show he cares.

“Fucking fantastic,” Calum mutters at a volume that’s nearly a whisper.

Tillie is laughing at something Taylor said and is nearly doubled over. He used to love that she was such a people person and so easy to get along with. She’d never met a stranger, although she repelled some people with her deprecating humor that could easily offend anyone who was too sensitive. Now, he hates that she’s able to laugh with practically anyone except for him.

“Cal, she’s happy. Isn’t that what you want?” Mike asks.

No, Calum thinks. I want her.

Calum sighs frustratedly, his eyes still trained on the tiny woman he used to have latched to him for hours at a time. She was a touchy feely person, and he missed her touch as much as he missed her smile.

“What does that numbskull have that I don’t?” Cal sighs, his gaze moving to stare at Nick. He’s not laughing like Tillie. He’s just nodding along to the conversation he’s in with Niall and Blake Shelton who appeared out of nowhere.

Michael huffs. “This is Tillie we’re talking about, dude. I odn’t know. She wants what she wants and does exactly what she wants when she wants to. She’s happy. They’re talking about moving in together.”

Cal huffs. “She’s happy. Whatever the fuck that means.”

“If you give any ounce of a shit about her, you should be happy for her. Stop focusing on yourself.”

“We were happy. She left me, saying she needed time and space. Next thing I know she’s wrapped around some other girl. She can’t stand to be alone.”

Michael chuckles. “Yeah, because you’re so great at being alone. Don’t act like you haven’t been fucking anything with legs that looks even remotely like her.”

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mrsmiagreer · 1 year

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LAST BOX

Warnings: Fluff, a little cussing, kissing, a little suggestive

Characters: Milo Greer × Gn!Sweetheart

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“I’m almost done…Are you sure you don’t need any help with that box?”

Milo stood over the kitchen sink, hands submerged in dish water. Sweetheart cooked, and it was a rule in their new household to clean if the other had made the meal.

“I got it!!” Sweetheart spoke as they ended up dragging (instead of picking up) a particularly heavy box out from one of the other rooms and into the living room. The house was a lot bigger than they were used to and the couple hadn’t decided what to do with some of the space yet.

When Milo met them in the living room and sat down with them, Sweetheart had started to cut through the tape on the top. This was their last box before they were officially done unpacking all of their stuff from both apartments.

When they opened it, Sweetheart’s expression immediately softened, seeing a photo album with a butterfly on the cover at the top. They opened it and started to look through it while Milo was looking through the box for his things.

“Whatcha got there?” Milo spoke, briefly looking away from what he was doing to find out what his mate was holding. When he saw, he stopped completely and joined them.

“Who are they? Who’s that?” He spoke, pointing at the family pictures.

“Those are my little brothers, and that’s me and my little sister” They pointed. Their brothers (5 and 6 years old) were fighting each other, while sweetheart and their sister (8 and 3 years old) were painting and got it everywhere.

Milo knew they had siblings but he hasn’t seen much of them, so this was a new kind of experience for him. “Awe look at you”.

They smiled down at the pictures as they flipped through the book, explaining every picture to Milo as they went.

“These are my parents..” They pointed out, a picture of the two standing back to back like Charlie’s Angels. That was a picture from when they were younger though.

Milo noticed the change in energy, and he knows things haven’t been the best between them and their parents. He put a hand on their shoulder and rubbed it, waiting to see if they would continue or not.

“And this was our dog! His name was Booker and he was always super hyper and slobbery but it was okay because he was so sweet” They went on to explain, showing Milo that they’d be fine.

After an hour of looking through the book, Sweetheart gasped a little, realizing the rest of the box hasn’t been unpacked yet. They gently closed the book and set it aside.

“Okay okay we need to finish this box before it gets really late” they said, digging through it and categorizing the items inside.

“You played baseball??”

Sweetheart chuckled, pulling out an old ball and a jersey with “Greer” on the back. They inspected it while Milo started to explain.

“You bet your ass I did, and I was damn good at it too” He spoke with pride, remembering all of his games and time with the team “I played in about…8th grade. Only for a year, but it was a good time” he smiled, gently taking the jersey from them and looking at all of the fine details of it. He would hang it up in his walk-in closet maybe.

“I really only played one sport growing up. My parents wanted me to focus on school the rest of the time, but I enjoyed it”.

“Yeah i remember you mentioning something about…volleyball was it?” Milo said with a squint, trying his best to remember the right sport.

“Mhm” They nodded. “I have quick reflexes and I found it helpful that my legs didn’t hurt too bad when I would get on my knees for dives.”

“Oh is that why you’re so good at gettin on your knees now— Oww! You can’t be hittin me” Sweetheart had smacked him in the chest, gently but firmly, laughing with Milo.

“Shut upp, another reason I was good is because I was tall so HA”

“Yeah yeah laugh it up”

Milo rolled his eyes, folding up the box and setting it to the side, glad that after two hours, they were officially done taking a trip down memory lane and done separating the last of their belongings.

“Okay I need a shower. Did you wanna go first or..?” Milo said as he stood up from his spot on the floor, extending a hand out to help Sweetheart up from their spot.

“I mean…we could share a shower If you want.. I could give you one of those scalp massages you like…and maybe a massage somewhere else while we’re at it” They quietly suggested after taking Milo’s hand, halfway serious. Knowing him, he would take up on it any time.

“Well well. Since when are you the suggestive one?” He laughed before coming closer to them “You know I want to, Sweetheart. Plus your hands feel so good everywhere you touch, how could I resist the offer?” He smiled at them before gently placing a few kisses on their lips, hand reaching to cup their cheek and bring them and their lips impossibly closer to his. When the kiss broke, Sweetheart couldn’t help but stare lovingly at their boyfriend, so proud for making it all these years and becoming serious enough to settle down with with someone in a house. The two have made it a long way together and they were really happy.

“Alright cmon, let’s go get clean”

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@the-star-fallen-from-dreams Hope this was good :)

A/N: Y’all this is literally my first fic like ever and it took me like a week even after being deleted the first time💀 Idk how good it is but i think it’s cute and sweet. Hope ya liked it :)

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted shaw pack #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted milo greer #daddy milo

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