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[nackrosor]

~The Party~

Pairing: Mike Patton x Reader/ Mike "Puffy" Bordin x Reader

Warnings: mike patton is in brat mode on none

Synopsis: you're friends with the band and get invited to an after party at Roddy's house. You decide to go only to spite Mike but you really end up doing him a favor (and yourself as well).

Word count: 5,4k.

"Will you come to Roddy's house? He's throwing the best fucking party ever."

You nonchalantly slide your phone back in the pocket of your coat and look up at Billy, raising your eyebrows at his sudden invitation. You throw a glance at the other side of the backstage room, where Roddy is animatedly making out with a young boy on a sofa. Both seem not intended to end their session any moment soon.

"Is he, now?"

Billy follows your gaze and chuckles, playfully nudging your arm. "Everything is already set. The party will start as soon as we make our entrance!", he says, throwing his hands in the air to emphasize his statement.

You smile, shaking your head a little. "Thank you Billy but I'm not really in the mood. I don't think I will come-"

A sudden noise coming from the hallway distracts you, and you both turn around to see what's happening. A deranged Mike comes wobbling through the door, instantly throwing himself at Roddy and the boy in a bizarre and chaotic embrace.

"Were you going all out without me???" he shouts, laughing hysterically, as the boy stumbles away yelling at him, while the poor Roddy groans loudly.

You roll your eyes in annoyance, although you can't stop yourself from smiling a bit. "Typical Mike's behavior" you whisper, Billy sighs and slowly nods in response.

Ruined the two lovers' mood, Mike looks around as he scans the room to choose his next victim. Jim would be his favorite but unfortunately, he is nowhere to be found. His eyes fall on you and a smile creeps onto his lips. He swiftly moves over you and Billy, friendly encircling the latter's shoulders with his arm.

"Oh, my two favourite people in the world... what's happening here?" he asks in a strangely placid tone, frantically looking from you to Billy and back at you.

"Not your business." you spurt, holding his gaze as if challenging him.

His eyes sparkle for a moment as he looks at you, his jaw clenching. "Everything is my business here."

Billy clears his throat, eyeing you, his gaze questioning. You roll your eyes, shrugging. "Actually, Y/n was just replying to my invitation to the party... I believe she was declining it?"

Mike instantly breaks into a burst of laughter, smacking his friend on the chest. "Ha! You idiot! She never came to one single party since we started throwing them. You're just losing your fucking time! She is not the party type of gal, she says that bullshit every time."

"Fuck you, Mike! What's your problem?!"

"Whoa! Hold your nerves princess. I'm just stating facts." he grins, shrugging dramatically as he steps back, turning toward the bar.

"Well, you're totally wrong! I'll be at the party tonight, whether you like it or not. I don't care what you think." you state solemnly, rage boiling in your body.

Mike turns around, a beer in his hands as his eyes slide over you up and down. His usual wicked grin creeps over his lips. "Oh, I'm very glad to hear that, princess. Don't worry about me."

A chill runs down your body and you instantly look away. His stare is too much to handle. Also, that wicked smile always makes your knees buckle. Fuck him. Why does he have to be like that? And why do you have to like such an asshole? Ugh.

He gives out a guttural chuckle before gulping the cab down in one sip. "So, we're going or not?" he yells for anyone in the room to hear, "I'm not planning on spending the whole night here. My cock is aching for being sucked by some nasty whores." he winks at you as he says that, and then chuckles again, making his way out of the door he came tottering out from, a few moments before.

You glare at him until he is out of sight. Another chill runs down your back and stops at your lower stomach. You grit your teeth. He's such a motherfucker. You hate him. You hate him so much! But then... Why do you feel hurt by his words? Why does the image of him naked and being given head by some gorgeous groupies makes you angry? Makes you jealous?

Billy warily eyes you for a moment, before gently nudging your arm. "Y/N, are you ok?"

You come off your trance state and instantly turn toward him, your eyes wide. "Why, yes. I'm fine."

"You sure? You know how Mike is. Don't let his words reach you."

You sigh loudly, barely shaking your head. "I know Billy, I know... thanks." you whisper, showing him a little smile.

"So… You said you're coming?"

"I guess I did." you sigh, shrugging. "I'm coming."

-

Roddy’s house is just one brief car ride far. You, Billy and Puffy stall on the sidewalk as you wait for Jim to park his van. You can already hear all the noise from the gate and it only gets louder and louder as you walk through the driveway to the porch.

"Are we sure about this? I'm afraid everything's already a mess inside." you murmur, staring blankly at the closed door.

Puffy squeezes gently your shoulder and smiles at you as you turn to look at him. "These parties can get veeery crazy, but you don't have to worry Y/N. Just stay close to any of us and you won't get hurt."

"Jeez, thanks Puffy. That's very reassuring."

Puffy chuckles loudly.

"You'll be fine, really." Jim adds, patting your back. "Just try to stay away from Roddy and Mike. They can get insane at these things."

"Jesus Christ. Is it too late to go back home?" you whine, squeezing your eyes shut as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

The door suddenly opens and a young man comes running out of it, crashing into the four of you and falling to the ground. You can see the tears in his eyes as he turns to look at you. You're about to ask him if he's ok and help him up, but his gaze instantly darts away to land on Roddy, who's walking toward the opened door with a wide grin on his face. The guy's eyes widen and he frantically stands up, barely keeping himself from falling again as he runs to the gate and into the street without looking back. Well, that was... something.

Roddy bursts out laughing, holding himself on the frame of the door. "What a fucking pussy!"

You all stare at him in astonishment, then share a look between the four of you. Roddy doesn't seem to notice your bafflement while he rubs his eyes with the sleeve of his t-shirt to wipe the tears off his face and as if nothing has happened, he opens the door wider inviting you all to enter. "C'mon! You're late already!" he yells, pushing Jim toward him and wrapping his arm around the poor guitarist's shoulders as he leads him further into the hallway. Billy follows reluctantly and Puffy takes a step forward but instantly turns around as he notices you're stalling back.

"To answer your question... yes, very much so."

"What?"

"You asked if it was too late to go home. It is."

"But Roddy didn't even look at me! I'm sure he wouldn't notice my absence."

"Oh, he would. Believe me. You think he hasn't seen you, but he has. And if you don't come inside, he will come to get you himself."

You groan, brushing your hand over your face in frustration.

Puffy squeezes your arm and musters a smile to reassure you, "as I said before, just stay close and you'll be fine."

You look at him, sighing loudly and then nod.

"Alright. But don't get mad if I follow you everywhere, even to the fucking crapper."

Puffy lets out a chuckle and shakes his head, "I promise I won't get mad."

You nod, feeling slightly better.

Puffy silently gazes at your face, a faint smile printed upon his lips. "Do you want me to hold your hand?"

You flinch, taken aback by his sudden offer. "What- no, no I'll be fine -uhh thanks."

Puffy struggles to hide his grin, "Alright, alright. Let's go then." He enters first and you follow him.

A strong smell of weed and alcohol instantly fills your nostrils and it makes you want to puke. A bunch of noisy semi-nude people walk by you, wobbling on their feet as they make their way to the staircase, probably heading to the bedrooms. You eye warily the room they've come out from, reflexively getting closer to Puffy as you notice the mess inside. He stifles a laugh, turning toward you.

"You ok?"

"What's happening in there?" you feebly ask, still staring at the room. "Loud music, alcohol, weed and most certainly nudity." Your eyes widen and you look at Puffy, who's smiling at you.

"I'm joking. They've probably already finished the alcohol", he grins at your scowl. "C'mon" he says, motioning with his head toward the room.

"Wait!" you quietly scream, grabbing his arm. He turns toward you once again.

"Uhm, can I take you on that offer now?", you awkwardly ask, barely looking him in the eye, "I'd probably get lost among all that people."

A grin creeps on his face and his hand instantly finds yours, squeezing it gently. You feebly smile back, embarrassed but somehow already feeling safer.

Eventually, you make your entrance into the room. Blue and green lights blind you. Dozens of people dance frenetically to the loud music blasting from the stereos, while others lay on the sofas spread all over the room, smoking and making out, touching and undressing each other.

You cautiously scan the room as Puffy leads you further into it. You see Jim drinking in front of some sort of self-made bar. You can also make out Billy bivouac on a sofa, chatting with some of the FNM crew members and Roddy dancing with a guy a few feets away. As you keep on looking around, you meet Mike’s eyes from the other side of the room. Your heart skips a beat. He’s staring at you, a serious expression hovering over his face. He looks angry, but you’re too far to say for certain. You barely hold his gaze for a few seconds before you’re forced to look away.

You feel Puffy tugging at your hand and you look up at him. He’s talking to you, you can see his lips moving, but the music is too loud for you to hear his voice. He seems to notice your confusion and suddenly gets dangerously close to your face. You can feel his warm breath on your skin as his voice fills your ear.

“You want a drink? Something to eat? Just sit somewhere? Maybe dance?” He retreats to look at you, his eyes questioning but his smile is warm and inviting.

“Uhm…”, you take another brief look around, considering all the options he has just mentioned, then look back at him, smiling a bit. It’s your time to get closer to him and mumble into his ear, “I’d like to dance... but I think I need a drink first, to let go.”

You warmly smile back at him and he nods firmly, gently squeezing your hand. He leads you toward the bar, dodging people on the way, and you take the chance to throw one last look back to where Mike was. Your eyes frantically roam the whole area as soon as you notice the empty seat. Where is he? Where did he go? But most importantly, why should that be of your concern?

Before you can mentally scold yourself, Puffy tugs at your hand once again, two cans of beer in his other hand. He passes you one just as Jim notices you. He gets closer to friendly pat Puffy on the back and wink at you.

“You doing okay?” he asks, slightly bending toward you.

You nod, showing him a small smile. “I can finally relax a bit with one of these, at least.” you nod at the can of beer, holding it up.

Jim smiles and nods, raising his can to clink it against yours. Puffy shouts “cheers!” as he joins the two of you. You chuckle a bit, shaking your head as you open the can and take a long gulp down your throat. The liquid is so refreshing, it seems to soothe your flushed body in one instant.

The music abruptly fades and Roddy’s voice comes blasting from the stereos.

“Ho, guyyyyys! Thank you all for coming! What do you say if we finally let this party started??”

The crowd cheers in response and you cup your ears, literally fearing for their safety.

“Wooo! Then let’s blast some great fucking music and get wreeeeecked!” And as he screams that, the initial notes of “Out Of Nowhere” fill the room, making every person present jump and shout in excitement. They get so rowdy that you can now barely hold the can in your hand without spilling the beer all over your clothes and on the floor with all that bumping and yanking from the people all around you. As hard as you try not to be knocked over by some drunken dude, eventually, someone nudges you so harshly on the back that you feel yourself losing balance and falling forward, right into Puffy's arms. He promptly catches you, hands grabbing your forearms, his chest cushioning the collision between your bodies. You look up at him. Your faces suddenly so close. You feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Are you ok?” he asks concerned, leaning back a little to give you a better look.

You swallow hard and bite your bottom lip as you lightly nod your head in response.

The corners of his mouth curl up in a gentle smile as he stares at you, his eyes twinkle slightly. “Come with me”, he says, taking back your hand in his and guiding you through the crowd, carefully avoiding to walk close the rowdiest dudes. You follow him without a word, relieved to take a break from that chaos.

When you finally get out of that awful room, it’s like you can breathe again. Puffy however continues to lead you away from that area and approaches the stairs, your hand still held tight in his.

“Where are we going?”

He turns to look at you, a barely visible blush flushes his cheeks, “I thought we could go somewhere more private…”

You stop in your tracks, eyes widening a bit, “Private? Uhm, to… to do what exactly?”

He smiles feebly, shaking his head a little. “Just talk, Y/N. I’ve been meaning to ask you about that project of yours. You’re working on that novel?”

"Oh… y-you, you remembered", you stutter a bit, eyes widening in surprise.

Puffy chuckles, shrugging slightly, "of course! I was present when you mentioned it months ago. How is it going?"

You can't hold back a smile, heartened by his words. He smiles back at you and before you can open your mouth to reply, he climbs a step, motioning you to follow. "Shall we?"

You eagerly nod and follow him upstairs.

He leads you to a quite big bedroom with a queen-size bed and red neon LEDs on the walls. Puffy immediately drops himself on the bed with a contented sigh while you cautiously step over the scattered clothes and who knows what else until you reach him and sit at his side.

You take another look around, noticing the massive amount of posters on the walls showing all kinds of women with little to no clothes on. “Boys” you mumble in a whisper, shaking your head. Who knows what they have been using this room for. As if reading your mind, Puffy lets out a chuckle and prompts himself up by his elbows. “It’s just the guest room.”

“Oh, very hospitable indeed.” you scoff, moving your eyes on Puffy, making a face.

He smiles warmly at you, shrugging innocently. “It’s been used by men, mostly. Sometimes I use it too... but I guess Mike is the one who uses it the most when he’s here. I bet he hung some of these posters himself. ”

Mike’s mention instantly makes your body flush and cheeks redden. The idea of him getting into this bed and pleasuring himself while staring at the posters on the wall pops into your mind at once. “Ha, now I get it.” you scoff again as you try to mask your embarrassment.

“Not that we others do not enjoy the decorations.”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

He laughs, holding up his hands, “okay, okay. Let’s change the subject.” He sits up straight next to you, his shoulder touching yours. “So, how’s going with your book?”

You shrug a little, lowering your eyes on the floor, “not that good, honestly. I had a writer block these last months and I still have it. I’ve been able to write just a bunch of pages and I also kinda hate what I wrote, so…” you look back at him, smiling a little. “I’m a horrible writer.”

“Oh, c’mon. You know that’s not true!”

“Actually, no. I’m kinda serious. I’m having so many doubts. I’m not sure if this is the right path for me…”

“Y/N, I’m sure this is your insecurity talking. I know there’s something special in you, I can see it. W-We can all see it.”

“Oh shut up-”

“No, no hear me out!”

You eye him in astonishment; you’ve never seen him so worked up before.

He sighs, breaking eye contact only for a second. “I had my fair share of doubts years back, too. Before I decided to get into this band and live as a musician I was a shy boy, full of insecurities but also full of hope. I sure had my ups and downs, especially when my hope flickered, and I still have them from time to time, but one thing never faltered. My passion. My passion for music is what made me understand this was the right path for me.” He slightly bends towards you, getting a few inches closer. “You have the same passion for writing, don’t you?”

You quietly look at him taken aback by his serious demeanor. “I… I do.”

His lips curl up in a sweet smile. His hand moves on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Just don’t give up. I noticed that sparkle in your eyes when you talk about your stories, I know it to be sincere. Keep writing and take breaks when you feel too overwhelmed. You must enjoy what you do, never feel it to be a burden. Allow yourself to make mistakes, to write something that is not perfect at first. I know you can do it, Y/N. I believe in you. You just have to learn to believe in yourself.” You gawk at him in disbelief, unsure what to say or what to do. He lets out a nervous giggle, running a hand through his hair, eyes moving away from your face. “Just think about it, huh?”

He clears his throat, looking back at you only for a moment before he stands up, “We uhm forgot to take some drinks with us. I’ll go get a bunch of bottles. Back in a few.” He awkwardly steps out of the room, closing the door behind his back.

You blink a few times, staring at the closed door in front of you. What has just happened? He has never talked to you like that, never been so open before. You have known Puffy for a couple of years, only. One mutual friend introduced you to him and the rest of the band. A bunch of gigs and nights out later, you’ve easily gotten into their close circle of friends and hung out with the guys quite a lot since then, especially with Billy and Puffy. Puffy, however, has always been the one to suddenly get silent while alone in your presence and you’ve always wondered why. At first, you thought he was just not that interested in talking to you and getting to know you better but then he began to be quite chatty around you all of a sudden, completely throwing you off. And now, hearing him talk to you like that; you're more confused than ever. It really sounded like he cared... like he cared a lot.

You groan, moving your hands on your face as you flop down on the mattress. *Please mind, do not get crazy ideas. He cares for me as a friend. That’s it. Having a crush on Mike is already enough. Seeing Puffy that way would only complicate things. It would be too much for me to handle. And what if the others find out? Oh God, no. No, no, no, no. *

A flicker of light passes through the room and the music gets louder for a moment, but you’re so engrossed in your thoughts that you don’t notice. It’s only at the metallic sound of the door being locked that your ears perk up and you instantly prompt yourself up by your elbows. Your body stiffens and your heart misses a bit when your eyes lock with Mike’s. He’s staring at you, a grin on his face.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Geez Y/N, I can hear you shaking from here. Chill out.”

You swallow, gulping down a bit of your panic. Your voice now sounds more stable than before, but only barely. “I asked what the fuck are you doing here.”

“Mhh yeah, that’s more like it.” he chuckles. “Aren’t you happy to see me? We’ve barely seen each other tonight.”

“Mike. Tell me why the heck you’re here. Where’s Puffy? Why did you lock the door?”

“I thought I’d receive a more pleasing welcome. This is not nice, Y/N.” “What’s not nice is you locking the fucking door!”

His insolence is starting to get you all worked up. Why does he have to be such an asshole?

“Well, I have the key, which means this room is mine.” He takes a few steps forward, twirling the ring of the keys around his finger. “And I wanted to make myself veeery comfortable on this bed.”

You immediately read his intentions on his face and slide off the bed right before he jumps on it and drops vehemently on the mattress, face down.

He chuckles again, looking at you as you get up from the floor, cursing at him. “You’re funny, Y/N.”

“You’re not, not at all!”

“Oh c’mon, don’t be like that. I’m just playing with you.”

“Well, I don’t like this game, Mike. Just give me the key.”

He rolls over, laying on his back and stares right at you. The grin on his face is taken over by something you don’t quite understand but that sends a chill down your back.

“Mike, please. I want to get out of this room.”

“Oh but why? Don’t you want to have some fun?”

Another chill runs down your back at that word. What kind of fun is he referring to? What does he have in mind? You feel your body heat up but you can’t let go. He cannot win.

“Please. Mike. Just let me go. Please.”

His grin quivers and his eyes soften a bit. “Ugh. Why do you have to be so cute and shit?”, he groans, rolling his eyes, “You want out? Take these, I don’t fucking care.” He drops the keys on the mattress and then folds his arms on his chest, setting his gaze on the wall in front of him.

You cautiously glance at the keys then back at him. Is he really letting you go so easily? Or is this part of the game? Part of the fun he mentioned? Do you really want to find out? But what’s the alternative? Would you rather stay in this room with Mike and let him do whatever he’s planned to? And what is it that he has planned out? He’s giving you such weird vibes.

He looks back at you, brows quirking, “So? Have you changed your mind? Should I take these back?” His hand hovers above the keys.

“No!”, you take a step forward, holding up your hands, “wait.”

“Do you want to go or not?” he asks again, raising his voice.

You take a quick glance at the door then look back at him. He’s pretty much creeping you out but at the same time, you cannot shake the feeling growing in your lower belly due to the way he looks at you. You gulp again. The grin he’s barely capable of hiding now makes you find the resolution to say, loud and clear: “I’ll go.”

You move forward closing the distance one cautious step at a time, as you eye Mike suspiciously. You still doubt he's going to let you go so easily but you have to deal with him and his brat behaviour if you want to get the fuck out of that room.

Your hand moves to hover above the keys and you release a breath you didn't know you were holding when the cold material slides through your fingers, hand squeezing into a fist.

Before you have time to step back, Mike's fingers clutch around your wrist, pulling your hand down so hard that you almost fall on him. Eyes flashing towards his face, you glare at him. "I need something in return, Y/N."

You groan out of frustration, yanking back your hand to release it from his grip, but to no avail.

"Mike, you're exhausting."

He grins at you, hand squeezing tighter around your wrist. "C'mon. There must be something you can give me. I'm letting you choose."

"Does a punch count? 'Cause I would gladly punch you in the face right now."

He lets out a chuckle, shaking his head. "Now, now. That's not true. Unless you'd punch me with your lips. Then I'd allow it."

Your eyes widen, a chill runs down your back. You feel your cheeks flush and your heartbeat quicken. Why does he have to be like that! Ugh. He's unbelievable!

You try your hardest to keep your cool as you mutter: "In your dreams, Mike."

His low chuckle fills your ears again. The things his voice do to you.

"Funny", he says, "it's funny how you try to convince yourself you don't want this when you clearly do."

"You know nothing. Now let me go."

"You don't have to pretend around me, you know?"

"Pretend what?" you snap at him.

His game is clearly working. You're reacting exactly how he wants you to. "Actually," you take a deep breath before continuing, "don't tell me. I don't care. Just let me go."

He tsks at you, sitting up on the mattress, his fingers still clutched around your wrist. "Pretending that you don't like me, while you clearly do. C'mon Y/N. Just say it. It's not that hard, you know?"

Mike crawls closer to you, eyes piercing into yours as he does. He brings your hand to his lips and stares at you from under his eyelashes as he plasters a sloppy kiss on your knuckles. A breath catches in your throat, your whole body stiffens. A curse flies through your gritted teeth and he smirks triumphantly at you, his curved up lips planting one kiss after another along your arm until he's close enough to your face you can feel his cool breath on your lips.

"Say it. I want to hear it from your precious lips."

Your heart is in your throat. Speaking is not an available option at the moment. Your ragged breathing makes your whole body tremble.

"You got tongue-tied? Oh, Y/N.", a chuckle escapes his lips, "You're painfully adorable."

In one swift move, he closes the distance between you two and smashes his lips on yours. He takes advantage of your stunned state and pushes his tongue inside your open mouth, eagerly exploring it. You're frozen. You're completely subjected to his control, you can't seem to be able to do much about that, like your body doesn't want to react to it. Do you really want this? Your whole body seems to be positive about it. Your lips soon start to respond to the kiss. His eagerness seems to get stronger by the second. His hand tugs at your wrist, pulling you down towards him and making your chest brush against his. His other hand moves on your hip, fingertips grazing over the exposed skin between your t-shirt and the hem of your pants.

You gasp into the kiss, the touch making your body shiver. You're just this close to let go and fall on him.

A loud yank at the door makes you both jump.

"Y/N? Are you there? Why's the door locked? Hey?"

Puffy's voice seems to wake you from the daze Mike's produced and you instinctively open your mouth with the intention of blurting out a reply. However, Mike's hand comes to rest on your lips before you can even start talking. Your puzzled look meets his hard stare. He shakes his head.

"What do you want? One can't even get laid in peace in this damned world!" His words and loud tone make you roll your eyes.

"Oh it's you. Sorry man! Was Y/N inside when you came in there?"

"Y/N?" Mike flashes you a smirk, at which you scoff, "Why would she be here? Nah, man. It's just me and this beautiful girl in here." His eyes seem to twinkle at you and you feel your heart flutter in your chest. Did he mean that? Or did he just blurt out the first thing that popped in his mind? You can't help but wonder. "I bet your little crush has fled from this house at the first chance she got!"

Crush? Your brows furrows at the word and you instantly poke Mike hard in the chest, making him chuckle. You cast a glance at the door. You can almost picture the lost expression Puffy must have on his face. You feel bad for him. Your eyes move back on Mike's face and you glare at him. He shrugs at you, clearly having fun at messing around as per usual.

"Oh... alright. Thanks Mike." You hear Puffy step back and walk away.

Mike finally uncovers your mouth, hand releasing your wrist as well.

"Why did you have to do that?" you snap at him, clearly worked up. He slumps back on the bed, laying down, arms moving to rest under his head. He lazily glances at you as he shruggs.

"Do what?"

"Mess with him!"

"I didn't mess with him. I did him a favor."

Your brows furrows, you stare at him in confusion.

Mike sighs, rolling his eyes. "Do you think he would have liked to know you were here with me? You're oblivious, Y/N. He's clearly into you."

You gape at him. Should you believe Mike? He's not exactly the most reliable person. "That's not true."

"Oh, it is true. It's quite evident. Just like your crush on me." He grins at you, eyes roaming over your body. The kiss you just shared suddenly comes back to your mind and you redden under his amused look.

"Guess the princess must make a choice. Who will she choose? No one knows."

His mocking tone makes you groan in frustration. He retrieves the keys from the mattress, where they fell from your palm and jumps down from the bed. Your eyes glare holes in the back of his head as they follow him walk straight to the door. He unlocks it and turns his head to grin at you over his shoulder. "Or maybe I do."

The door shuts close behind him and you flop on the bed, letting out a deep sigh.

"What has just happened?", you mutter under your breath, brushing your hand over your face.

"I shouldn't have come here."

You close your eyes and try to focus on the music coming from the floor below. You can't recognize the melody. A groan escapes your mouth. If what Mike has just said is true then you really have to make a choice. It's not just a choice between one person or another. You have to decide what's best for both the band and yourself. Whether Puffy or Mike are truly into you, you have to figure out what you feel and make up your mind.

[nukbody]

Mirror's Edge brainrot save me (ft. some cutscenes sketches from last year)

[tea-cat-arts]

[erinwantstowrite]

How do you feel about people binding personal copies of your works?

I have been reading Lof, and you are such an amazing writer that it blows my mind. When Lof is eventually finished, I would absolutely love to (with permission and loads of credit to you) bind a hardcover copy for personal reading . Reading through this fic has been such an emotional journey and I would love to be able to hold a physical copy. I was also thinking about incorporating some of the beautiful art you've done of the story into the pages of a book, that way the art was next to the scene you were reading. Again to be super clear this would just be something I'd make for myself to read, no monetary gain and tons of credit to you for the story and art!

Completely understandable whatever your answer may be, just wanted to ask your thoughts and let you know how much I've loved your writing!!

yeah that's perfectly fine!! i'm so glad you love LoF enough to do something as sweet as this, that's so amazing to me!! i'm fine with people binding their own copies for personal use- as long as no one is trying to use websites that could get LoF into trouble (i.e. trying to sell it, or paying for it, etc) then it's all cool with me!

[kale-theteaqueen]

Leap of Faith, Chapter 2: March 1944

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“I have decorum, Captain Garcia, I am a lady.”

“I’m sure you are, Mrs. Mandray.”

Cassian turned, lifting the tea pot and unceremoniously pouring its contents into a cup. The hot water splashed, burning his fingers.

“Shit.”

“Language,” she admonished, before she looked down at his handiwork. “What on Earth are you doing?”

He snorted, endeared. “Making tea, clearly?”

“Making tea-” Mrs. Mandray stuttered, stopped, and shook her head. “That’s not tea, Captain, that’s a crime. Move.”

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[eddiegettingshot]

like i do think it is funny that many of the blogs saying insane shit were perfectly fine with first kneejerk defending, and then continuing to be friends with queerbuck, certified racist cunt, for like months. and i am a real person. so isn’t that something

[lineffability]

wordcount: 4.7k [wip] chapters: 4/? rating: mature/explicit tags: Aziraphale and Crowley Make a Bet, Canon Compliant, in the sense that Aziraphale was canonically a bishop at some point, Mutual Pining, Cosplaying as Humans, Aziraphale and Crowley do Human-Roleplay, and fall in love two-ways oops fools

Bishop Aziraphale and Crowley make a bet. Over their own, hypothetical souls. Watch them succumb, like the fools they are. [or: Aziraphale and Crowley do some human roleplay.]

asking such burning questions as - If you put on a mask, do you become the mask? Which parts of you are merely acted; how much of them is drawn from your own self? Where do you end and they begin? Can you separate your emotions neatly, or does the actor fall along with the character? Does he want to?

read on ao3🙏

[chizups]

Though having less attention from The Father felt at times like being forgotten and lonely, Blissed Wisp managed to conjure a relationship with the overseer of Henbane River region, Faith.

Youngest of Seeds had duties of her own, but it barely distracted her from spending time with an angel, which eventually led to Faith falling in love with Wisp. An innocent feeling that pushed her to steal a kiss from an angel with a child-like giggle and smile. Felt like a mischief and so was called by Joseph too, when Faith told him what she did.

He could be furious on the inside, but outside maintained his calm and mentoring attitude as always. Mostly anxious, thinking that Faith's actions could've offend his angel in some way... Yet she answered to his worries with a blissed smile

"She only laughed so softly, lips like flower petals, did you know?. And mentioned you! She said, you can get jealous, but really, Father, you have nothing to worry about. She is indeed an angel. She loves us all, just like you do..."

The mention of angel's lips awoke a thought in Joseph's mind, which he might've had before, but never let it sit in his head for long: that ghostly figure of The Wisp was a beautiful woman... A woman so special, whom he was talking to for so many years, that chose him to show her the world as he saw it, that believed in him and followed his, really a mere human's, word for so long despite having the power to disagree with him and go against. A woman that he now ignored. And a woman that Joseph suddenly wanted so much now, when he knew that she's getting attention from someone else.

[grizzlybeartist]

18+ - John Ward X Reader - Cathedral

[Word Count: 950~]

[As the title implies. Oral sex in a cathedral. No plot unless you really squint. Reader is gender neutral. Enjoy, sinners <3]

[TWs: religious & sacreligious themes, catholic guilt]

Your hands plant firmly to the wall on either side of his head. John meets your gaze, momentarily startled. You can hear how his breathing picks up, see the faintest hint of red resting across his face, and you swear you see him cast a glance to your lips—before he's turning his head to avert his gaze.

"We shouldn't. We can't keep doing this. We—we aren't married, and my vows, and here of all places..." John can't help but ramble. His voice is thin, failing to hide just how much this is affecting him. No matter how sinful his holy texts say this is, he cannot deny that your touch, your breath on his skin, your voice in his ear—those are all far more rapturous than anything he's ever felt in the walls of this cathedral. No matter how desperately he tries to find reasons to deny you, his desire is just as desperate.

"Father," Your voice comes and he shivers, how do you make that title sound so filthy— "You think too much. If He didn't want us to find each other, why would He keep putting us into one another's paths?" You all but whisper. Your lips brush the skin of John's neck, just above where the clerical collar sits, and you could so easily sink your teeth in and mark him for everyone to see, claim him as your own, and just the thought has his legs going weak. But you don't. He hasn't told you yes yet. Your breath is hot against his flesh, making him feel human, making him feel alive for the first time in so long, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to suppress a small moan at the feeling.

"For once," You continue, "Don't think with your head." One hand comes down from its spot against the wall to trail down John's chest; he can feel your nails through the fabric of his shirt, and he has a brief thought that he wants you to dig them in, that he wants it to hurt. Your hand continues in its path until it's resting at his belt, so close to where he wants your touch, and this time he fails to bite back his moan.

"Think with your body, your heart, instead. Tell me, John. Do you want me?" All at once his resolve melts away. 

"Yes. G-God, yes. Please." John's voice comes out more whimper than anything else, all the air leaving him as your hand cups his cock through his trousers. Pleasure trails up his spine and curls in his stomach like licking flames, he turns his head to meet your lips, and you taste so much sweeter than any sacrament he's ever taken. If this is truly the Devil's work, then John may just have to switch sides.

The kiss breaks, and John is left gasping in the stagnant air of the cathedral, his quiet noises of lust and need echoing against the stone walls, seeming so much louder in his ears than they truly are. You want something more to busy your mouth with than his lips, and you sink to your knees.

"Oh, mercy—" John breathes, so quietly you barely hear it, his face redder than you've ever seen before, and you chuckle as you mouth over the head of his cock, the fabric dampening the feeling and leaving him wanting. He's not left unsatisfied for long, as your fingers deftly undo his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks, hooking under the band of his boxers and tugging them down just far enough to expose him.

You waste no time taking him into your mouth, an embarrassingly loud whine escaping him at the feeling of your tongue circling the head. One of his hands finds the back of your neck, not pulling or controlling, just desperate for something to hold onto to ground himself. Part of John still can't believe he's doing this with you in a church, his hips canting forward against his will when you take him down your throat as deep as you can manage. At this, your own hands grip his hips firmly and pin them to the wall, a shudder wracking his frame.

With how worked up he is, it's no surprise it takes only a few short minutes before he's teetering on the brink of orgasm, stuttering out a warning and clasping a palm firmly over his mouth to hold back a cry as you only take him deeper in response. His legs nearly give out, his thighs trembling, back arching, eyes rolling back, as his release floods your mouth. Ecstasy burns through him like hellfire, his head tipping back and his hand falling away to allow him to pant and gasp freely as the flames slowly simmer down to little more than embers.

You pull away, swallowing and wiping your mouth with your sleeve to rub off what overflowed. John's hands are shaking too badly, so you fix his underwear and trousers to get him decent again, leaving the belt undone for him to handle himself. After another moment of him trying to collect himself, he does so.

John helps you stand, smiling sympathetically when you wince slightly, your knees sore from the stone floor. He leans in to join his lips to yours, a small aftershock of lust twinging between his thighs at the taste of his own cum on your tongue. Normally, he would find such a thing a tad gross, but it's you, and he's too blissed out to care at the moment.

"I believe it's considered polite to return the favour?"

[trangenderstan]

Ironically, there needs to be more actually blind Stan Blind Faith content. For some reason it’s so hard to find a single fic of Stan actually just. Not seeing anything. Having to learn to navigate his surroundings with one of the most important organs rendered useless. It would be such a great character arc, for him to start out hating the development, thinking his life is ruined forever, but then as time passes realize that with all his struggle some advantages came as well. He can hear better, he can feel better, the world around him is different now. And as much as he wishes to see it again, he learns to adapt. To live and to thrive and to enjoy life in his own way. I just feel like it’s such a powerful story to tell instead of bringing him back to zero with a prosthetic or, even worse, having his sight just magically come back

[tworacoonsinabunnysuit]

My current WIP. A self insert, Mike Patton fic!

It’s already 11 chapters deep! Dig in

[nina-scribbles]

I just finished reading BelleAmant’s incredible fic Skvader so you KNOW i gotta draw the birdy-bunny boy <3

[oliviartist]

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOUR DOING

it has been brought to my attention that not that many people know about the graphic novel called the nameless city by Faith Erin Hicks

well I’m Telling y’all to go read it it’s really good

please just trust me it’s amazing

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

BDOR Prologue: Shadows— Mercy (2/2)

Summary: Wild's shadow is not what it seems. Neither is Twilight's. Tw: attempted murder of a child lol

“You heroes.” Twilight wasn’t expecting a response, not really—it was a monster, after all—so, he couldn't hold back a gasp when his shadow spat back, voice warped and deep in fury, “Attacking the defenseless. You should be ashamed of yourself, Hero of Twilight.”

Twilight blinked. He lowered his sword. “You can talk?” he asked.

Read the rest here! BDOR Prologue: Shadows

Or check out the whole series here! Blood Drops On Roses: A Linked Universe Fanfic

[aster-draws]

Why do you write Tim as a Yandere? 🙁I’m not hating but it’s just putting me off whenever I read…

Because I want to? LMAO if it's putting you off just don't read it like what kinda question

[jaguarys]

I posted this fic before I had this blog so here are some of my favorite bits! Go check it out if you wanna ruin your day and think a lot about Sakura <3