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i think this is the first time in... as long as i can remember that life's actually going well. like sometimes life just Goes By until something bad happens or whatever... but like, ive had a lot of pretty good days in the past month ish? ive gone to two really amazing local shows recently, plus some other concerts, im seeing my favorite band next week, i might be making merch for another one of my favorite bands.... and yeah ive had shitty days and i got sick but like.. i remember those days well so the inbetween is just, that.. the in between... god idk becoming more involved in my local scene has been so fucking surreal..
#like its hasnt been great weeks back to back but#ive had really great experiences? yk#so like... those mainly stick out to me bc of my memory issues#and like.. ugh#i dont even know it just feels like things might actually start getting#fun#ever since i went to my first incubus concert i like... knew i wanted to fucking go to as many as possible#and thags coming true!#ive found so many local bands i absolutely fucking love and theyve become what i regularly listen to#which makes that so much easier#and im hoping to eventually get my license because like... i need to start drivinnt#which will make traveling easier#if i do get to sell shirt i can make money#and stickers#and just#idk im actually excited for the future for the first time in so longm#like.. i know So many people like concerts#but just like#theyve genuinely given me a reason to live#i love seeing people at shows and i love taking photos and meeting the bands and just everything about it#i met a guy whos been to two shows i have and i got his insta n like#that shows that like hey maybe i can find a group of people to go with yk?#even if its not him or whatever#i still want to try and make a movie one day but i really am considering working for bands and shit cause like#i dont want to be rich i wanna live w a couple people and travel and actually Live#as long as i can pay the bills and get gas im okay#i mean fuck im even willing to stick around my home town longer if it means that i get to do that shit yk?#idk im rambling but whatever#just like#fuck im so thankful to have found a place i genuinely enjoy and most of the time can express that pretty easily
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C'mon, It's Just One Night (Part 2)
Summary: After getting a fake love note in your locker, you ask Eddie to help you mess up some bullies plans.Â
Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, smut later, fem reader, reader wears a dress at one point, mentions of bullying, actual bullying, three-shot
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Part 1
You and Eddie didnât talk about the plan again until the night of Homecoming. Most of the chats you had about what was going to happen tonight was about the secret show that Corroded Coffin was going to do right after the dance.Â
Honestly, you had heard a few kids quietly whispering about the show, which surprised you. You wondered how many people were interested in the music versus wanting to see the Freak and his band play. After all, Corroded Coffin only really played The Hideout on Tuesdays, which wasnât exactly the best time slot for high schoolers.Â
It was about a half hour before the dance was supposed to start, and you had spent the whole day distracted. You kept reading that stupid note over and over again, and anyone watching you would think that you were just excited about a secret date. The truth was that you hoped that the note would somehow give you any sort of clue about what was planned for you when you made your way into the gym that night.Â
Youâd convinced the rest of Hellfire to try and gather any information on what was going to happen, but no one came back with any information. Even Lucas, who was a jock, couldnât get any information from anyone.Â
Maybe this would be a Carrie situation.Â
Having telekinetic powers could be cool though.Â
You stared hard at the brush on your desk that night, trying to make it move with your mind. Nothing happened.Â
It might not have moved because as you were glaring at your brush, a knock came at your bedroom door. It was your mom, wanting you to come outside and take photos of you in your outfit. And yeah, you were a little excited to do that after all the work that you had put into looking this nice for a fifteen minute bit. It wouldnât hurt to have proof that you looked good tonight.
You stood up and smoothed out your dress before walking outside into the front yard as your mom called out that sheâd be out there in a second as she grabbed the camera.
You didnât expect anyone else to be outside, but when you stepped out the door you were greeted with the sight of someone standing on the porch.
It was Eddie.
Eddie Munson.Â
His hair was freshly washed and his waves were framing his face perfectly. His leather jacket had been discarded for the night and he was wearing a dark gray button-up shirt that looked almost black with the top two buttons undone. The closest youâd ever seen him wear a button up were a few flannels that he wore in the fall and winter. His jeans looked... they looked new. New and dark blue with no holes in them to be seen. The only pieces of his outfit that you recognized were his rings and his reeboks. The twilight had cast a near purple haze over your neighborhood, and Eddie... Eddie looked good in that fading light.Â
âHoly shit.â You said, after staring at him like an idiot for a moment. âWho are you and what have you done with Eddie?â
âHa Ha.â Eddie fake laughed. âI could say the same about you.âÂ
You felt your cheeks grow warm, unsure if that was a compliment or not. âI... You look good.â you said more genuinely.Â
This caused Eddie to shift slightly on his feet. âYou look better.â
You could have died on the spot.Â
âWait, what are you doing here?â you asked. âI thought we were meeting up at the school?âÂ
âYouâre coming to the show with me after this anyway.â Eddie explained. âItâd be easier if I just drove both of us. We can still pretend that we didnât meet up, I can drop you off at the school where no one will see us together and Iâll follow you inside after a few minutes.â
That made sense, you were going to be helping out with set up after the dance anyway.Â
âYou might have made a mistake coming out here to pick me up, you know.â you said. âMy mom will be out here in about two minutes and if she sees you, sheâs going to make us take cheesy photos together.â
âI can humor your mom for a few minutes for this.â Eddie shrugged. âBesides, I owe her for being such a loyal customer.â
You stared at him. âEddie... what do you mean by that?â
He gave you that trademark shit-eating grin, the one that he often used during club when he knew he was about to royally piss everyone off.Â
âHow else do you think I was able to buy new jeans?â he asked, his brown eyes shining in the lingering twilight.Â
âEddie Munson, you motherfucker, do not tell me that you sell drugs to my own mother-âÂ
Speak of your mother, and she shall appear with a smile and a camera in hand. You were going to have a long talk with Eddie later about boundaries and selling weed to your mother, even though you knew it wouldnât change anything.Â
Your mom quickly ushered you to take some solo pictures of you, and Eddie stood behind her watching with amusement as you awkwardly posed in the way you had seen in some teen magazine that youâd browsed when waiting in line at the grocery store. You felt stiff and awkward until Eddie started making faces behind your momâs back that had you breaking out into a fit of giggles. He was totally going to give you shit for this later, but you knew heâd have his moment in the spotlight in a moment as well.Â
Eddie was next up, but somehow he had no problem casually posing and smiling for your momâs camera. Asshole.Â
Then the coupleâs pictures came and your mom made it clear exactly how she had wanted you two to pose. Eddie didnât even hesitate wrapping his arm around your waist and holding your hand.Â
For a few moments, you forgot what was supposed to happen that night. In this moment, you could really believe that you were going on a date with your best friend, and that he was holding your hand because he wanted to, not just because he was being forced to because of a favor. Eddie had always been a good actor, and you thought that if he wasnât such a metal-and-D&D nerd, he could have been great in the theater department.Â
Eddie really was a storyteller at heart. In music, in Dungeons and Dragons, in his doodles, the way he played up his Freak persona, and in this moment with his arms settled on your hips and his head on your shoulder. If Eddie wanted to captivate with a story, he could.Â
Itâs a shame that a story was all this was.Â
Once the two of you were finally released from the watchful eye of your moms camera, Eddie led you to his van. He opened the passenger seat door for you, and even helped you into your seat as if he were a real gentleman. You didnât think anyone had ever done that for you before.Â
âSo... is there a plan for how weâre going to do this?â you asked. âWe havenât really talked about how this is going to happen.âÂ
âWhat time is your secret admirer supposed to show up?â Eddie asked, the sound of his mixtape crackling through the air.Â
â7:30.âÂ
âThen youâll go in about five minutes early, stand in the middle of the gym, and at 7:30 Iâll burst in, sweep you off your feet, and then we can blow this joint.â Eddie said.Â
âI could use a joint.â you sighed, looking out the window as reality came back. You werenât a princess, and this wasnât a fairytale. Eddie was only doing this as a favor, nothing more.Â
âIâll let you have one after we set up for the show.â He promised, pulling his van up to behind the school where no one was going to be dropped off for the dance. âIâll see you inside in five minutes.âÂ
You gave him a nod. âSee you on the other side, Freak.âÂ
You slipped to the entrance of the gym, and walked towards the booth where you presented your homecoming ticket. Homecoming had started at 7 pm on the dot and most students were already inside, dancing and giggling and having fun. The sound of the latest pop songs were echoing through the halls outside of the gym. The cheerleader running the ticket booth looked you up and down with a giggle.
âI love your outfit! Itâs so... unique!â she gave you a smile that was way too wide and you grit your teeth at the false compliment. You shoved that anger down into your gut, and gave your best fake smile back, hoping that you sounded more sincere.Â
âThank you, so much!â Your voice came out a bit higher pitched than anticipated, but the cheerleader didnât seem to notice.Â
âYour Secret Admirer is going to love it.â She continued, and you felt your stomach twist. Shit, the cheerleaders were in on this too? You wondered how many people were in on this. âHe asked me to give you this when you got here.â
She handed you a note, in the same sloppy handwriting as before.Â
Meet me in the center of the dance floor at 7:30.Â
It was 7:26 right now. You were tempted to make the assholes wait, after all, you wanted to make sure Eddie had a chance to get here before they could. But the cheerleader obviously saw you read the note, and there was no time to turn back.Â
Just show up for me. Eddie. You thought to yourself. Although this had been your idea, you were feeling nervous now. You really were about to put yourself out on full display to the school, willingly offering yourself up on a plate to your peers for humiliation. What if this didnât work? What if Eddie didnât make it in time? What if something worse happened with Eddie here?Â
The short walk from the entrance to the middle of the dance floor felt like slow motion. Your mind felt fuzzy and you hoped that you werenât shaking from nerves. You stood in the center of the dance floor, and turned to face the single clock in the back of the gym. You could barely make out the time with the distance and dim lights, but you knew it was almost time.Â
7:27
7:28
You could do this
7:29
Almost time....
7:30
7:31
Where the fuck was Eddie?
7:32
Did he get held up?
7:33
Did he change his mind?
7:34
Fuck, you could hear the giggling.
7:35
You felt a tap on your shoulder.Â
This was it.Â
You turned around slowly, waiting for the worst.Â
Eddie stood before you, corsage in hand, on one knee as if he was proposing to you.Â
Maybe this was the real prank. Maybe the real prank was the one you played on yourself to be able to see your best friend kneeling and smiling up at you, offering you a corsage.Â
Time froze for a second as you took in the sight and committed it to memory.Â
âIâm glad you made it.â Eddie said, loud enough for anyone to hear. He really did have that natural projection that should have had the theater kids begging him to join them. âI knew youâd respond to my note.â
There was a dull murmur of confusion behind you, and you saw Eddieâs eyes flicker to something that you couldnât see and he gave you a small nod.Â
Fuck, that was your cue.Â
You brought your hands up to your mouth, acting like all of the actresses youâd seen on tv whoâs characters had been proposed to. You began nodding and accepted the corsage, letting him slide it onto your wrist.Â
How had he known what color to get to match your dress?Â
Eddie stood up and you threw your arms around him. âI was hoping it was you!â you said loudly, no need to act for this part. Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up and spun you around once. He really was deceptively strong, and you giggled as he set you down. Your lips met his cheek. His arms stayed around you.Â
Eddie smiled at you in a way that made your cheeks heat up and your knees feel weak.Â
You two were staring at each other.Â
The music changed.Â
Eddie moved one of his hands from around your waist to grab yours, and the two of you were slow dancing before you even fully knew what was happening.Â
âEddie, what are you doing?â You asked, following his movements.Â
âYou said you wanted to really sell this that we were together now.â Eddie said, keeping his eyes on you. âI donât know how many people would believe it if I showed up and we immediately left. It wouldnât exactly be memorable.âÂ
âRight, good point.â you agreed.Â
âI always have good points, thatâs why Iâm the dungeon master.â Eddie chuckled, âBesides, itâd be a shame that you put in this much effort to look good for little old me to not show you off. What kind of boyfriend would I be? I have to make sure that I get a reputation for being a mean and scary freak, but also a decent date.â
Boyfriend.Â
âShit.â you said quietly.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â He asked, brows furrowing with a frown.Â
âI didnât think about what happens after this. You agreed to be my fake date, but I donât want you to feel trapped with me after this.â you said. âYeah, thisâll get everyone off my back for now but when school starts again, I donât want you to feel like you have to act like weâre together.â
âDonât worry about that.â Eddie said. âItâs not like my dating life is thriving here anyway. Between you and me, Iâm a little too old for those who dare try and get with the Freak here.â
You let out a small laugh. âTired of one night stands with girls who just want bragging rights?âÂ
âAfter the third time, I was starting to feel like I was cheating on my right hand.â
You pressed your forehead against his shoulder, erupting into a fit of giggles. This felt right, this relaxed moment with Eddie. This is how it was supposed to feel with someone, right? It was supposed to be easy, and with Eddie it always was.Â
âThank you, Eddie.â you said after your giggles had died down. âI really owe you one.â
âI thought this plan was me owing you one.â Eddie asked.Â
âThis is honestly above and beyond helping you get a passing grade for a test.â you admitted. âI know you have your show tonight, and you hate doing anything for school. Plus, you showed up wearing this and you spent money on jeans and the corsage- oh, thank you for the corsage-â
âHey,â Eddie snapped you out of your rambling. âDonât act like you forced me to do anything. You said I had full creative control tonight. I chose to do all this for you.â
âWhy?â you asked, meeting his eyes. âYou could have so easily told me to just fuck off and said no.â
âIâll admit this wasnât exactly my idea of how this night was going to go.â Eddie said. âBut then you said that you wanted the Freak to show up for you. I wanted to know what would happen if it was just Eddie.âÂ
âJust Eddie...â you said quietly. Not the Freak, not the satanic cult leader, not the dungeon master. Just Eddie, your friend. âIâm glad that just Eddie was the one to show up.â your mouth went dry. âI- ...Eddie I-â
The two of you had stopped moving in slow circles, Eddie was closer than he had ever been to you before. You forgot where you were and Eddie was leaning closer to you, his mouth opening as if he was going to say something.Â
And thatâs when it happened.Â
Whatever it was, it was room temperature, and sticky. It dripped down from your hair, down your face and onto your dress. You looked down to see pools of red flooding below you on the gym floor, and then your head shot up to see Eddie, covered in the same sticky substance with a dumbstruck look on his face.Â
Blood? Was that actually blood?! Was Eddie bleeding? Were you? Wait, had someone actually dumped pigs blood on you?
Eddie wiped his face, smearing the substance on his skin and hand and carefully brought it to his face and sniffed it, and then gave it a small lick.
âCorn syrup.â he said and looked at you, his eyes wide in shock.Â
âYou mean this was a Carrie situation?!â you asked in a loud whisper as the two of you stared at each other. You looked around, and saw the group of jocks laughing and high fiving each other. One of them was holding an old paint bucket. Your body froze, and you couldnât believe that this was actually happening. Those assholes had thrown fake blood on you and Eddie. They won. You fucked up. Eddie did so much for you tonight and you never even considered that the jocks would be smart enough to adjust their plans to account for Eddie being here-
Then Eddie started laughing, like really laughing. It was that genuine laugh that youâd heard a hundred times when the party came up with a stupid plan to get past one of Eddieâs challenges in Hellfire.Â
He looked at you, with a spark in his eyes and a grin that was manic.Â
His laughter was so contagious, that you found yourself laughing as well. You heard the laughter from the jocks start to die down and turn into mutters of confusion. The whole gym seemed to go silent, and you think the DJ stopped the music but you were laughing too much to care.Â
How fucking rediculous was this? It was almost too obvious what they had set up, but you didnât think they were this unoriginal. How did they even sneak in the bucket? How did no faculty or staff react to this?!
âI guess the Freak is showing up, anyway.â Eddie laughed and looked at you. âLetâs give them the show they want.â
Eddieâs hand wrapped around the back of your neck and started pulling you in. Instinct took over and you gripped at his stained shirt and then your lips met. The kiss was met with gasps and oohs and shouts from around you, but you didnât care. Eddie was kissing you, and you were kissing him back. The two of you must have looked like a spectacle, covered in fake blood and making out with him in the middle of the dance floor after laughing like maniacs.
âStop that, right now you two!â you heard a teacher yell, and thatâs when Eddie pulled back.
âFeel free to kill me for that later, okay?â That wild smile was still on his face.Â
âI think we should run now.â you agreed, deciding that whatever had just happened within the last 30 seconds could be processed later. You could see a few teachers starting to finally take action and start to run over, and the jocks were now scattering. Even though you and Eddie were the victims here, you didnât really feel like sticking around. Whatever would happen with the school, could wait until Monday.
Eddie grabbed your hand, flipped off the few jocks that were still gawking, and the two of you took off running through the exit doors of the gym, the two of you laughing and cackling like mad.Â
âFake blood!â you yelled as the two of you dashed across the parking lot. âThey threw fake blood on us!âÂ
âThey actually spent money to get that much corn syrup and dye!â Eddie laughed, opening the door to his van for you again.Â
âShit, itâs gonna get all over your van.â you said, taking your seat anyway and buckling up.Â
âThatâs the least worrying thing Iâve spilled in here. Donât worry about it.â He said, hopping into the driver side seat. âJesus Christ, I didnât think they had it in them!â
âEddie, they ruined your new clothes.â You frowned, looking at him. The fake blood was starting to dry to your skin, and you could see it starting to give Eddieâs hair an odd texture in certain areas.Â
âThey also ruined your dress.âÂ
âYeah, but I was never going to wear this again.â you said.Â
âAnd I was going to ruin these clothes anyway.â he shrugged and started the car, peeling out of the parking lot like a bat out of Hell. Eddieâs lead foot hit the gas and the two of you were speeding down the road, out of town towards the quarry.Â
âHoly shit.â you said, leaning against the seat as the adrenaline faded.Â
âI think that couldâve gone worse.â Eddie said, still smiling. âI think the blood really adds to Corroded Coffinâs whole thing.âÂ
You shook your head, grabbing some napkins from the floor and wiping your hands off. âShit, do we owe them a thanks now? Should we send them a fruit basket?âÂ
âNah, theyâll get what they deserve. A slap on the wrist for pulling this stunt at a school function.â Eddie glanced at you with a wry grin.Â
âRight, why do I feel like theyâll get off easy but somehow weâre gonna be the ones in trouble on Monday?â You rolled your eyes and lowered your voice in a horrible imitation of Principal Higgins. âYes, those two played a harmless prank by dumping corn syrup on you, but you two displayed unsightly behavior in front of everyone in some sort of Hellish ritual-â
âOuch. I didnât think I was that bad of a kisser.âÂ
You stopped talking and suddenly the corn syrup felt sticky and uncomfortable. You still hadnât been able to digest the fact that the two of you had kissed- no, you two had full on made-out in front of the whole student body. Had there been tongue? You honestly couldnât remember.Â
An awkward silence settled over the two of you and you were unsure of what to say. You wanted to tell him that no, he wasnât a bad kisser at all. You wanted to be smooth and say something like âWell, I wasnât really paying attention before, how about we try again?â. You wanted to say anything to indicate that you liked it and very much wanted to do it again.Â
Instead the two of you sat in the loudest silence you had ever been in as the two of you drove the long strip down to the quarry. You scolded yourself, thinking that saying anything had to be better than saying nothing.Â
And yet no words came out.
This was supposed to be a one shot in April. Now it's a three-shot. Do NOT let me write more than three chapters. The third chapter is almost done. There will be smut.
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Our Story
Summary: YN and Harry have known each other since 2010 when YN's brother, Louis, is put in a band with Harry and three other boys when they auditioned for The X Factor. From the very beginning, YN and Harry were always close, and as time went on feelings grew deeper. This is YN and Harry's story. Faceclaim: Maia Mitchell
YN:
YN Tomlinson An insight into YN's life.
Tattoos YN's tattoos.
Songs Songs (or parts of songs) Harry's written about YN.
Lockscreen Harry and YN's lockscreen photos over the years.
TikTok TikTokâs YN has posted.
2011:
Will You Go On A Date With Me? YN and Harry spend time together and their feelings start to grow. First Date YN and Harry go on their first date. Caught YN and Harryâs relationship is exposed after a photo of them kissing is leaked. Written in Louis' POV.
Caught: Pt2 How Niall, Zayn and Liam found out about Harry and YN's relationship.
2012:
Trust YN and Harry take the next step in their relationship.
Worried YN is worried after her and Harry take the next step in their relationship, and ends up talking to Anne about it.
2013:
Kiss and Make Up Harry and YN have their first argument.
Happy Birthday YN It's YN's Birthday.
Personal Bodyguard YN gets hurts by paparazzi and Harry becomes protective.
YN in This Is Us YN appears in clips in One Direction: This Is Us. Story Of My Life YN appears in the Story Of My Life music video.
2014:
Team Niall YN at The Niall Horan Charity Football Match.
Where We Are YN appears in clips in Where We Are San Siro.
Late YN realises her period is late.
Mother's Love Anne and Jay can see the love Harry and YN have for each other.
Night Changes YN in Harry's part of the Night Changes music video.
2015:
I Have One Direction play âNever Have I Everâ on The Ellen Show, and the questions target Harry.
Never Have I Ever Harry gets embarrassed playing a game of Never Have I Ever on The Jonathan Ross Show.
2016:
Just Hold On Harry takes care of YN.
2017:
Teddy Harry surprises YN with a new little addition to their family.
2018:
Shattered Hearts The argument that led to Harry and YN going on a break.
Little Break People find out that Harry and YN have broken up.
Cherry How Cherry was made.
To Be So Lonely How To Be So Lonely was made.
Adore You How Adore You was made.
Gogglebox YN and Louis on Gogglebox.
2019:
Burnout Harry and Louis help YN.
Watermelon Sugar How Watermelon Sugar was made.
Zach Sang Show Louis discusses a small part of YN and Harry's relationship on a talk show.
Spill Your Guts: Harry Styles & YN Tomlinson Harry challenges YN to a game of Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts. Friendship Test Niall Horan and YN Tomlinson Take a Friendship Test.
I'm A Celebrity...Get Me Out Of Here YN is on I'm A Celeb.
2020:
Unexpected Visitor YN has an unexpected visitor.
2022:
Zane Lowe YN is mentioned in Harryâs interview with Zane Lowe.
Uncle Popstar Freddie goes to one of Harry's shows.
Capital FM Interview Harry talks about his new music, My Policeman and Donât Worry DarlingâŚand of course YN.
Venice Film Festival YN and Louis attend the Venice Film Festival with Harry.
2023:
No Complaints A fan catches a moment between Harry and YN, where she turns something innocent to sexual.
Send To All YN joins Michael McIntyre for a game of Send To All.
Proud Sister YN is by Louis side at his London Premiere for All of Those Voices.
YN and Harry Love On Tour YN and Harry's Outfits and Instagrams during Love On Tour.
Love At Wembley Harry asks YN to marry him at Wembley.
"I'm here for your girlfriend" Harry announces he's engaged during a Wembley Show.
I Think Iâm In Love Fans meet YN at LOT Wembley N4.
âOh Harryâ Anneâs reaction to âKeep Drivingâ lyrics.
Thank You Harry and YN's Love On Tour thank you posts on their Instagram stories.
Faith In The Future Tour Snippets of YN and Harry supporting Louis on his tour.
Niece YN's reaction to having her first Niece.
Mrs Burton YN's reaction to Lottie getting engaged.
Hair YN's reaction to Harry's new hairstyle.
Pregnancy Follow YN and Harry's journey through pregnancy.
2024:
Uncle Harry Harry and YN meet Gemmaâs baby.
Wedding Bells Harry and YN finally say âI do!â.
Mr and Mrs Styles Instagram post from Harry and YNâs wedding.
Love Day Harry and YN celebrate their first Valentineâs Day as a married couple.
Hormones YN gets emotional listening to Louisâ interview.
Birthday Twin YN and Harry welcome their baby girl into the world.
Uncle Louis Louis meets Grace for the first time.
Uncle Niall Niall meets Grace.
Dad Mode Harry is overprotective of Grace and worries about everything.
Love for Grace Instagram posts about Grace.
Big Cousin YNâs by Lottieâs side when she finds out sheâs pregnant with baby number two.
Styles in Rome Harry, YN and Grace have their first family holiday in Italy.
Cool Sister Lottie talks about YN during her radio interview when promoting her new book.
Big Brother, Little Sister YN, Harry and Grace find out Baby Burton is going to be a girl.
Cousin Love Freddie meets Grace.
The Show Harry, YN and Grace go to Niallâs show in Manchester.
Bare Hands YN notices that Harry wears less rings and no nail polish.
Twitter YN does a Q&A on Twitter.
Sent From Heaven Harry and YN find out theyâre expecting Baby Styles number two.
Happy Birthday Anne YNâs instagram post wishing Anne a happy birthday.
Happy Halloween YN, Harry and Grace celebrate their first Halloween as a family of three.
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Guilty as Sin
My bedsheets are ablazeI've screamed her nameBuilding up like wavesCrashing over my graveWithout ever touching her skinHow can I be guilty as sin? â- Guilty as Sin, Taylor Swift
You had built an image of yourself to your family, one your friends wanted you to break free from. They didnât understand what it was to see the people that gave you life, seeing your identity and who you love as a sin. Meeting Abby for a one night stand painted brightly what you couldn't see before, her touch, how your bodies fit, thatâs what heaven was.
Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut!
Word count: 2450
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âEllie stopâ, you recall telling your best friend you didnât need a set-up.
âLook (Y/N), there's nothing wrong with you liking women, why are you so afraid?â you couldn't take it anymore and the last time you recall is slapping Ellie and running away from her apartment.
H-how could she do this to you, she knows exactly why youâre afraid. All of your one night stands with women she knows so well about, you had to âplease your sinsâ as your mother once described when she found you kissing Claire in middle school.
 âThereâs nothing wrong with what you did darling, but it is a sin, do you want to not meet grandma in heaven? One day youâll meet a nice young man to grow old with.â
And thatâs what you did, as a way to let them believe they raised the perfect heterosexual daughter.
You decided to do what you knew better, a tinder hook-up.
You swiped and swiped left until you saw her⌠Abby. She had pictures of herself flexing at the gym, a picture of her on a bar and all you could focus your gaze on was how beautiful her strong hands looked wrapped around the beer bottle. Without thinking twice you swiped right and you saw the stunning âitâs a match pop-upâ.
In her bio she stated that she was in med school and you decided to be corny and text her âIf I knew a doctor could look this good I would be sick more often to pay you a visit.â
âNow would you?â the blonde texted back.
For the next 2 hours you both texted back and forth, sharing each other's phone number. You had never been so hooked on a woman through a phone, you needed her.Â
âWant to go out for a drink tonight?â
Unfortunately you didnât the reply you desired, âI have a final exam tomorrow, but we could meet afterwards, my treat;)âÂ
You replied agreeing to the delayed date and a few minutes later you received a text with a photo attached.Â
âIâm taking a break right now, want to call?â you were practically drooling looking at the photo Abby sent you, her in a black tank top with boxers on, her brawny hand holding her shirt up showing her sculpted abs, the angle showed how well built and muscular and big thighs were.
You werenât a stranger at the game of sexting until someone drove to someone's house to please the ache and pool forming in between your legs, but the arousal of not being able to get what you craved made it so much more exciting. You were wearing a baggy band shirt you stole from a hook up a few years ago, underneath it nothing besides a lacy thong. Knowing your angles made it so much more fun, preparing to send her a small video showcasing the clothes on your body you wanted her to tear apart.
âAll yours if you desire.â
It took seconds until the sent, turned into a seen. She texted to give her five minutes and you ran all giddy to your bed in anticipation. Your phone rang and you picked up so quickly it made you feel like a teenager waiting for your crush to reply.
âHi Babyâ, she began the call, âYou looked so good in that video, what do you get from being such a teaseâŚâ
Smirking at her response you simply said âI know how to please to get what i want.â
âOh you do, donât you?, I might have to rip that smirk off your face, my pretty girl.â
âSo, what's the purpose of this call baby?â you questioned knowing the answer.
âDonât play dumb baby, you know damn hell I want to take that lacy thong off with my teeth and tease you until you deserve it, what I would give to hear you beg for my fingers.â
All you gave her was a laugh and that made her fume, you could hear it in her tone âYouâll do what I tell you, and all I want to hear from you from now on is Yes darling.â
You caved in, you couldn't hold in any longer, the way her voice sounded made you wetter, the few clothes you had to cover you from nudity were so tight and annoying on your body âYes darling.â
âGood girl⌠Tell me, how do you like it? Slow, rough⌠Oh baby if I were there I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you.Touch yourself baby, picture my fingers crawling down your neck.â
âA-abbyâ, you softly whimper her name while your fingers make their way down to relieve the ache you felt tying on your core.
âMy name sounds so beautiful coming out of your mouth babyâŚâ you heard her swallow a moan down.
The call lasted for one hour, it was filled with lewd noises, curses, pet names and how you were wrapped around her fingers, her velvety voice, her delicious whimpers of your name, you wanted to please her in any way you could.
You had to take a shower after that call, trying to clean yourself away from the sin of desiring that gorgeous woman to bend you, to hold you and crave you on your knees.
Before going to sleep you texted her sweet dreams texts, you couldn't get her out of your mind. She updated you on her day and at what time she had her exam, what both of you had for lunch. You picked a maroon dress to wear for tonight, it framed your body and accentuated your ass, if you could you would eat you out too.Â
Sending her a photo of the outfit to know her opinion she replied with what you least expected:
âBaby weâre staying in, I need you.â
You couldnât help but tease her every minute until she arrived at your doorstep. Preparing your favourite red wine, you left the chinese take out menu from downstairs in case she wanted to eat due to being stressed all day with her exam. Why did you care about a woman you had phone sex with last night, shaking the thought off when you heard your doorbell ring.
Opening the door you greeted her with a kiss on the cheek âHi baby.â Eyeing her up and down you had to admire how strong and divinely her arms were built, she was wearing loose cargo pants and a white button down rolled at the sleeves.
Smirking, she greeted you back, placing a hand behind your back waiting for your guidance inside.
You saw her mentally undressing you, the way she licked her lips looking you up and down drove you insane, you quickly offered her the glass of wine you served.
âThank you darling, for treating me so well.â The way she talked was smoother than the wine you were swallowing, it was driving you insane.
Putting the glass down you got closer to Abby, fingers drawing up and down her arms, âSo⌠Where are we going baby?â
Confidently she smirked, placing a hand on your face, caressing it with her calloused fingers, she placed on your lips âI thought I said we werenât going anywhereâ, she turned to you, spreading her legs open with her free hand going up and down her thigh âI want to thank you, for looking so absolutely stunning, the wineâŚâ, Abby got up placing the hand that was on your face to your neck, and now brushing your hair behind your ear, she got closer, you could feel her warm breath sending shivers down your body âI want to hear you scream my name tonight.â she whispered in your ear, this made you wetter than you could have possibly have ever been before, no woman has ever driven you this crazy, the arousal was built to an extent you couldnât bear anymore it was embarrasing.
âIs that what you want?â She asks you, her hand still steady on your neck.
You frantically nod yes, âCan I kiss you darling?â with that question you latched your lips to hers hungrily. There was hair tugging, your tongues battling for dominance, lip biting and you couldn't even dare to come up for air, drunk on this intimacy and excitement.
Abby threw you on your couch, trapping you underneath her strong frame, nibbling on your ears, biting and sucking down your neck, you were so sure those bruises looked ethereal and marked on you for days, and you werenât mad. You tugged on her braid, making her produce an hungry growl for you touch, both eager for more Abby jumped up and took her buttoned shirt off fast, leaving her in sports bra that cupped her perky breasts perfectly, focused on the show she was giving you felt the wet spot on your underwear growing. âCâmon pretty girl, stand up.â Abby ordered you, âTurn around for me, I need this fucking dress gone.âÂ
You allowed her to unzip it, letting it run off your body, leaving you only in your panties, a bra didnât really match the dress, nor did it look good with it, giving Abby a reason to snicker at you âAll of this for me, damn⌠you really are a whore.â She grabbed your tits from behind, admiring them, feeling them, afraid to let them go and to lose such a sight for bare eyes, when she let go, she turned you around, spread her legs and demanded you to sit on her lap.
Sitting down she looked at you up and down, murmuring a soft fuck, âDarling if you donât want this tell me okay?â you place your hand behind her head, playing with the loose strands of her hair âI want you, I crave you baby.â you replied tugging at her hair, grinding on her crotch.
Abby kissed you, passionately, it was a needy kiss, a hunger only you could ease. Her hands travelled to your back, to your thighs, her lips explored and kissed your nipples, earning some moans of your pleasure made her more aroused.
âP-pleaseâ you choked out âBaby please fuck me.â you said looking her in the eyes.
Abby complied and her hands travelled down your clothed pussy, fingers drawing circles on your clit, slow and hard. âI donât want you to hold back, pretty girl,â She said, picking up the pace, âI want everyone in this building to know whose pussy this is.âÂ
You were a screaming mess, breaking underneath her hands, you were grinding into her digits, she slid them in, two, curling them in fast in all the right places. Suddenly she stopped and told you to get them off, and you quickly did so, tossing them near the dress. âCome here pretty girlâ, Abby said, nudging the fingers that were inside you seconds ago, she licked clean, âYouâre going get on your knees, and unzip my pants okay?â You nodded and did as told, unzipping them you noticed she had a strap on, you could smell the arousal through the arness, your mouth watering at the sight of her and of what you were about to do.
Kicking her pants off, Abby grabbed your hair into a ponytail, cocked your head back âOpen up.â she said in a raspy voice. Spitting your mouth, you swallowed and opened your mouth for her to see. âYouâre going to suck my cock okay baby? Get it all wet and ready for your tight pussy.â She pushed your head in her crotch and you did as you were told, moaning into her cock you could see her eyes closing in pleasure, the pretty girl you were sucking off was too busy swearing under her breath and it turned you on even more.
Abby pulled you up, picking your body up and placing it on the couch, she opened your legs and played with her plastic cock in your entrance, sliding it up and down, up and down in your slick âDo you want it?â she asked.Â
âYes, Yes I doâ you replied looking in her eyes.
âTell me you want it darling.â she said behind grinding teeth harshly, âFuck me please,Abby, I fucking need you to ruin me.â you replied in a whine, desperate for your release that has been building up, as much as you enjoy edging this wasnât fun, you need to let her taste you, hear you, to devour you.
After your excited consent Abby chuckled and slid her cock in, fast, and so hard you felt yourself have no time to clench around her âYouâre going to be good and take it okay?â You screamed a yes so loudly your neighbour probably got scared shitless. She pounded into you with the purpose of hearing your delicious moans feeling up the room, she started going slower, softer and then hard, she was playing with you, and you couldn't take it, your hands started going down to your clit, searching to get you off, Abby caught you and trapped your wrist above your head, âYou could have just asked nicely you whore,â she got off from top of you. Pulling you up carefully, she sat down, and just like you were before, Abby spread her legs âRide my cock baby.â
You got on top of her, slowly sinking in her cock, she placed your hands behind your back, trapping your arms with one of her strong hands while the other was busy playing with your clit.
âCâmon baby, you were so eager to cumâ Abby said, making you grind faster, making yourself riding her harder, reaching deeper, you could feel your release growing, the not on your stomach was going to burst soon âFu-Fuck baby, Iâm so fucking close.â you threw your head back.
âCum on my cock baby, I want to feel you clench so tightly around me youâll feel me for weeks.â She was also panting and moaning like crazy, the hunger in the room was palpable, the room smelled of sex, sweat and passion.
In minutes you were both reaching your highs, filling the apartment with wet and loud moans and praises for each other.
Abby helped you get up, she was caring, which wasnât really what you were used to, maybe this wasnât a one night stand. Sitting you down on the couch, trying to catch your breath, Abby was getting her harness off, placing it on your coffee table, she sat down next to you, caressing your hair and tracing her fingers softly on your face.
âDo you by any chance want to stay over?â you boldly asked the beautiful woman in front of you.
âYeah, Iâd like that.âÂ
#abby anderson#abby anderson tlou2#abby tlou#abby the last of us#abby x reader#abby anderson smut#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson x you#abby anderson x y/n#lesbian#sapphic#tlou2#tlou#wlw smut
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Controversial Age Gap - Headcanons
Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne
⢠He would be sooo secretive about it in fear of judgement.
⢠letâs be honest, most of his fans wouldnât take kindly to him having a conservatively young lass, until they meet her.
⢠Someone would do an interview of her, and she just acts like sheâs a pensioner when sheâs actually a uni student.ďżźďżź
⢠If Andrew was gonna date anyone that young she would have to be an old soul. Like already mentally in a nursing home. She would be like super smart and really mature, like he wants a girl he can talk to about literature and poetry, and the fact sheâs really young doesnât mean that much when she completes him.
⢠Even his friends and band would be find with her, because she acts about 50. Sheâs always in the corner talking politics with the oldest guy in the pub, because she likes making grown men cry, because she can.
⢠The Fans would be shocked, because someone would get a video of him getting a quick good luck kiss before he goes on stage, or someone would get a video of them at a festival while sheâs fixing his hair for him.
â> Side Rant! Talking about hair! His hair is so healthy now he has her! Like she forces him to sit his arse down once a week so she can deep clean and condition his hair. Heâs getting princess treatment.
⢠I can imagine her running her uni essays through him before they go to her professors, and every time heâs so shocked at how smart she is. Like, he wasnât this smart, âare the younger generation?â just better he would ask himself.
⢠We all know he listens to everything, heâs very eclectic. He would love teaching you the blues, he also doesnât let you play your music, only his. And if you learn his favourite songs and sing them in the car with him, he might cry.
⢠Heâs getting you in any show you want: ya wanna to see Noah Kahan, your going: ya wanna see Lana Del Ray, your going: ya wanna see Taylor Swift, your going. Etc, etc. Heâll get you there, even if he doesnât like the music that artist makes, heâll bring his ear plugs and happily watch you enjoy it.
⢠He would be so careful about talking about you, but itâs a struggle because heâs so proud of you.
⢠He just thinks youâre incredible. And he wants everyone to know about it, but heâs scared people will judge him for dating someone so much younger than him.
⢠That jacket in the photo, I bet you think it looks good on him. He thinks it looks better on you. He thinks everything looks better on you; that green jumper he wears all the time, he thinks it looks better when you wear it.
⢠He loves when your at his concerts, he adores watching you sing and dance along. While everyone thinks heâs winking at them, heâs actually winking at you.
⢠He loves it when you lay on his chest, youâre so much smaller than him, and watching you distress with the sound of his heart is everything to him.
⢠She will just spout TikTok and gen z nonsense at him, she once called him âsubmissive and breed-ableâ and the look of fear on his face when he turned around to look at her.
â> âwhat did you just call meâŚ?â He asks his voice cracking with genuine fear, and she just laughs in his face. She just kisses his cheek and runs of giggling.
⢠Heâs probably the first man sheâs been with that has a full beard, so she kinda has a little obsession with it. All the other lads sheâs dated were her own age and couldnât grow there pwn full beards, while Andrew is looking sexy as fuck with his beard.
â> He loves when she scratches his beard, because of her obsession with his beard, he practically purrs when she scratches his beard.
â> Also his chest hair, he very rarely goes shirtless but when he does her hands are always desperately trying to get into his chest hair.
⢠He also gives her beard burn on her thighs and-
⢠I really like that photo of Andrew, he looks like a god, just me or is he the perfect Poseidon or Hades or Orpheus. Or is he just drop dead gorgeous.
#andrew hozier byrne#hozier#hozier x reader#the hoziest#hozier my beloved#hozier fluff#Hozier headcanons#headcanon
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Somewhere in the Crowd- a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic
Tomura tells himself he's content with singing backup in the band he founded, and most of the time he is. But when he takes a song request from you during the biggest concert the League of Villains has ever played, he realizes that there might be a few advantages to claiming the spotlight. 4.1k words, no quirks, band au. the League sounds like Lord Huron because I want them to and all songs referenced are from LH's discography.
this fic is for the lovely @scarlettcryptid's birthday! she offered me free rein to write a Shigaraki x reader fic, and true to form I have produced a band AU. happy birthday Scarlett! sorry it's a little late.
Even midway into his second tour with the band he started, Tomura still hasnât fallen for the supposed romance of being onstage. Itâs hot under the lights. The entire venue smells like sweat. And if it wasnât for the earpiece jammed in one ear and the earplug jammed in the other, he wouldnât even be able to hear what the rest of the band is doing. Not Twice on drums, not Toga on violin or musical saw or whatever weird instrument she dug up, not Dabi on piano or Spinner on guitar, and definitely not either Dabi or Spinnerâs singing. Without the goddamn earpieces, the League of Villains would fall apart.
And at the same time, Tomura doesnât hate it quite as much as he used to. Since the League got signed with Deika Records, theyâve been playing sold-out shows in increasingly larger venues. Tonightâs venue has three thousand people. Three thousand people paid money to get in, and some number of them paid more money to meet-and-greet with the band afterwards, and right now, all of them are focused on the stage.
Theyâre mainly focused on Spinner and Dabi, who are singing, or on Twice, whoâs always doing something weird and destined to go viral, or on Toga, whoâs better at playing to the crowd than anybody else in the band. Tomura, off to one side of the stage with his bass and a mic in front of him, might as well be an afterthought. And thatâs fine with him. Heâs the one who formed the band. Heâs the one who writes the songs. His music is in the spotlight. Thatâs good enough.
Theyâve just wrapped up a crowd favorite, one of the songs from the first album, and theyâre officially in the back half of the set. Tomura glances down at the set list, sees the blank spot, and feels a wave of apathy sweep over him. It gets even worse when Spinner, his handpicked lead singer whoâs all about keeping things fair, steps up to the mic and announces it to the crowd. âWeâve got space for one more request, so send it on over to Shigaraki! Itâs his turn to pick.â
When itâs Dabi or Spinner picking the request, people rush the stage, and people rush it this time, too â so they can try to get the poster they made or the picture they want signed right up and personal with Spinner and Dabi. Tomura sidles awkwardly over to the edge of the stage, wondering if anyone will try to request something from him. Tonight there are two dozen or so, all with big posters asking for the bandâs most famous songs. Someone wants a deep cut, one that Dabi sings solo, and Tomuraâs feeling like an asshole, so he skips that one on purpose. And then he spots something else.
Itâs not a poster or a photo for signing. Itâs a piece of folded-up notebook paper, held up by someone who doesnât look like the type to be right up front at a League of Villains concert. Itâs hard to get a good look at your face with all the posters in the way, and somebody keeps bumping into you, almost knocking you over. You keep your arm up, your piece of notebook paper flapping, and Tomura reaches out to the absolute edge of his balance and snatches it from your hand.
âWe have a winner,â Toga calls out, and a bunch of people cheer â because itâs Toga talking, not because Tomura grabbed a request. âWhatâs it gonna be, Tomura-kun?â
Tomura unfolds the piece of paper. Three words. Play your favorite.
He knew he grabbed the right one. âLost in Time and Space,â he announces, to the tune of a collective âhuhâ from the audience. âSpinner. Move over.â
Spinnerâs grinning as he steps away from the center mic. âWe havenât done this one in forever,â he says, too quietly for the crowd to here. He swaps his guitar for Tomuraâs bass. âWhoever did the request must be a fan of yours.â
Tomura doesnât think you are, really. Heâs not even sure youâre a fan of the band. If you were, youâd have requested a specific song, not just requested that Tomura play his favorite song. Tomura feels a surge of nerves as he gets set at the center mic, then pushes them aside. Just because he hasnât sung lead in a while doesnât mean heâs forgotten how. Everyone might rather look at Spinner or Dabi, but for the next three and a half minutes, theyâre going to have to put up with looking at him. Tomura cues the rest of the band, adjusts his grip on Spinnerâs guitar, and plays.
Itâs an old song, off the Leagueâs first LP. That LP became their first album, with the weird character songs and story arcs the League is famous for, but neither Spinner nor Dabi wanted this song. Tomura doesnât blame them. He was pretty depressed when he wrote it, and itâs a little too mopey for the LP and for what the League usually plays. But itâs his damn song. He hasnât played it on tour at all. Heâs going to enjoy it.
He does enjoy it. Not enough to make him miss singing lead or being the star of the show, but he enjoys getting to play a song thatâs his, one he didnât write to play to anybody elseâs strengths. And at the end of the song, once heâs stepped away from the center mic and gone back where he belongs, he picks up the notebook paper off the stage and tucks it into his pocket. Whoever you are, he hopes you got what you were looking for out of the show. As he slogs through the rest of the set, Tomura wishes heâd gotten a good look at your face.
After three encores â a record â Tomura and the rest of the band get a break, hanging out in the green room before the meet-and-greet. Toga beelines for the fridge, but instead of opening it, she hauls out a can of air freshener from the floor next to it and starts spraying it everywhere. Twice gets a blast in the face and sneezes through his mask. âHey, what the hell? Thatâs the best thing Iâve ever smelled and it sucks!â
âIt smells like boy sweat in here,â Toga says. âI love you guys, but you stink. The girls at the meet and greet wonât like that.â
âSome of them are into it,â Dabi says, and smirks. Spinner grabs the air freshener from Toga and sprays both armpits. âQuit simping so hard for your fans, lead singer. Itâs supposed to be the other way around.â
âThey paid to come talk to us. We shouldnât tear-gas them with our body odor.â
âSo youâre going to tear-gas them with air freshener instead?â
âTheyâre his fans. He can do what he wants.â Tomura shakes his head when Spinner offers him the can. Deodorant exists, and itâs not like anybodyâs going to want to talk to Tomura anyway. âThat goes for everybody. Do what you want. But if you break Magneâs rules, youâre on your own.â
Magneâs been the tour manager since halfway through their first tour, and sheâs strict as hell. In fairness to Magne, they earned it. Halfway through their first tour, one meet-and-greet turned into one party and turned into five separate scandals, one for each of them. Spinnerâs was the smallest and Twiceâs was pretty funny, but Dabi and Toga both spent a night in jail over theirs, and although it upped their cred with the fanbase, it also tanked a possible record deal. Kurogiri showed up to bail them out, and he brought Magne with him.
The door to the green room opens, and Magne steps in, like Tomura somehow summoned her by mentioning her name. âTheyâre all lined up,â she says. âIâm sneaking you in the back way. Does everybody remember the rules?â
Tomura mumbles agreement along with everybody else. Magneâs smile takes on a dangerous glint. âThere are only three important ones,â she says. âFirst: The bus leaves when it leaves, regardless of whoâs on it. I donât care how hungover you are. Get your ass on the bus.â
When Tomuraâs hungover, he usually sleeps on the bus, just to make sure it doesnât leave without him. âSecond,â Magne continues, âremember that whatever you do with a groupie is going to end up all over the internet. And donât bring any groupies on the bus unless the rest of the band okays it.â
Thatâs happened exactly never. Tomura uses the bus trips for writing or for naps, and too much groupie bullshit makes it hard to do either. âAnd finally,â Magne says, âif I find out that any of you were hooking up with a groupie in a goddamn koi pond again, Iâm taking you to the vet and having you neutered before you sober up.â
âThat was one time!â Twice protests.
âYeah, and weâre still getting therapy bills from the fish,â Tomura says. Toga cackles. âCan we get this over with?â
âYep! Right this way.â Magne leads them out the door and down a hallway, then ushers them through the door into the venueâs VIP lounge. Tomuraâs last in line, and she grabs his arm before he can go in. âI got a call from the big boss at Deika. He says to try not to look like youâre in pain the entire time.â
âTell him to stop looking at me, then.â Tomura shrugs her off, steps through the door, and skulks over to the far corner of the room. âNobody else is.â
Back before he made it in any capacity, Tomura used to daydream about meet-and-greets, getting all wound up over the idea that people would pay to talk to him about his music. A few years into his career, the realityâs set in: Meet-and-greets are for photos and autographs and fans throwing themselves at the artists, and nobody throws themselves at Tomura. Kurogiri thinks itâs his stage presence, or the fact that he doesnât interact with fans on social media, or that he doesnât look very approachable. Tomuraâs pretty sure itâs about how he looks, period. With a face like his, approachable doesnât matter.
The fans start filtering in, beelining for the others, and Tomura digs his notebook out of his pocket. He might as well write a bit.
Compress, who handles production and merchandising on the tour, swings by at one point to give Tomura the figures. Theyâre doing well, which is a surprise. âEven the new stuff?â
âThe K-pop strategy is working,â Compress says. He lifts his mask to take a sip of water, then lowers it down again. âEveryoneâs trying to collect them all â the photo cards, the different editions of the albums, the replica costume pieces. The fans on Twitter are competing to see who can get an autograph on every piece of merchandise first.â
The fans on Twitter are really stupid. âIf it works, it works.â
âItâs working very well,â Compress says. He pauses. âSomebody did come by looking for something I didnât have. They wanted a copy of Vide Noir. Not the album â the LP.â
âThe LP? Why?â
âBecause the album doesnât have Lost in Time and Space on it,â Compress says. âIâm not kidding, Shigaraki. Those were her exact words.â
Tomura has a hard time believing that. Heâs pretty sure Compress is saying it just to build him up, because theyâre halfway through the meet-and-greet, and nobody, not even the autograph hunters, has come to talk to Tomura. Whatever. It doesnât matter. Tomura didnât start writing music so people will talk to him. Thatâs what heâs been insisting on since he started the band. Midway through their second tour, itâs almost the truth.
Compress leaves, and Tomura keeps writing, scratching away at a verse thatâs not coming together. Heâs just starting to wonder how much longer this thing is supposed to go on for when a shadow falls across his notebook page. âUm,â a girlâs voice starts. âHi. Are you Tomura?â
âDabiâs over there.â
âYeah, I saw,â the girl says. âAre you Tomura?â
âIâm Shigaraki.â Tomura doesnât look up. âYou want to talk to Spinner? Heâs over there. He likes the shy ones.â
Tomuraâs not sure if Spinner likes the shy ones or if heâs just less scared of them than he is of the others. For a lead singer, Spinnerâs unusually spooked by his fans. âIs Spinner the one who writes the songs?â the girl asks. âI wanted to talk to the person who writes the songs. If the liner notes are anything to go by, thatâs you.â
Tomura looks up at tonightâs misguided, irritating fan, and stops at chest height when notes the lack of a backstage pass around your neck. He notes your breasts, too, and the fact that youâre not showing them off. âNice work on sneaking in here without paying. Dabi will be impressed.â
âI didnât sneak in,â the fan says. âThe woman at the door let me in when I showed her this.â
Tomura doesnât look up, and the fan sticks a notebook into the middle of his eyeline. A notebook with lined paper and the remnants of a torn-out page still clinging to the binding. Tomura fumbles in his pocket for the request he took and unfolds it, lining it up to match the torn edge of the page. The request is a little crumpled, but when Tomura smooths it out, he can see that the edges match.
His heart skips an awkward beat, then another. Heâs not talking to a random fan. Youâre the one who gave him the request. He hands you back the notebook without the request sets his own notebook aside, and gets to his feet, so he can finally get a look at your face. Youâre pretty, and youâre dressed like you came here straight from an office job, and you came to talk to him â and heâs been a dick. âSorry,â he says, the word feeling awkward and unwieldy as it forces its way out of his mouth. âThought you were here for somebody else.â
You shake your head. âI was hoping to talk to you,â you say. âSorry about the first-name thing. That was â awkward.â
You used Tomuraâs first name, and Tomura was a jackass to you. That makes it even, in his opinion. Â âWhat did you want to talk about?â
âI wanted to thank you for taking my request,â you say earnestly. You remind Tomura of some of Spinnerâs fans. âAnd I wanted to know why you picked the song you did.â
Now you sound more like one of Dabiâs fans. Dabiâs fans get kind of direct when they want something. âIâll tell you that if you tell me why you gave me that request instead of a normal one.â
You look at Tomura, and Tomura looks back. âCan we sit down?â you ask. âI took an elbow to the knee trying to get through the mosh pit, and my legâs still kind of numb.â
Something about that strikes Tomura as funny, but he doesnât realize what it is until youâre both sitting down on the floor, leaned back against the wall. âDid you just make a Skyrim joke?â
âDonât get too excited. I only know the one.â You glance sideways at Tomura. âWant to see the bruise?â
Usually when Dabiâs fans ask him if he wants to see something, they mean their tits. Or their ass. Tomura nods, and you hike up your pantleg. Tomura gets kind of fixated on your ankle, then your calf, but then you pull the fabric up over your knee, and Tomura winces in spite of himself. âAre you sure it was an elbow and not a hammer or something?â
âMaybe it was. Your fans are kind of crazy.â
âThe bandâs fans,â Tomura corrects. You let your pantleg fall back, covering up your calf and your ankle, and Tomura feels weirdly disappointed. âAre you going to answer my question?â
âWhy I gave you that request?â You tilt your head back against the wall. âYou write all the songs, but you never sing lead, and songs sound different when theyâre sung by the person who wrote them. I thought if I asked for your favorite, youâd pick one you sing lead on.â
And you were right. Tomura feels weird about that. Weird enough to answer your question before you can ask it again. âI picked that one because itâs the only one I still sing lead on. I have favorites for the band. But I always pick those. I just thought it might be â fun.â
âI liked it,â you say. âWhen Dabi and Spinner sing, theyâre telling a story. Itâs a good story, and theyâre telling it well, but â when you sang it, it sounded like it was about you. Do you feel like youâre writing about yourself when you write songs?â
âDo you usually get this personal with people you just met?â
âI donât usually meet my favorite songwriter,â you say. âSo no.â
Your favorite. âIâm not your favorite. Donât lie.â
âI donât lie about stuff like that,â you say. âI wouldnât take an elbow to the knee for my second-favorite songwriter.â
Tomura snorts. âI didnât know people had favorite songwriters.â
âIâm weird,â you say comfortably. Now you sound like a Toga fan. Or one of Twiceâs. Their fans donât take themselves too seriously. âAnd Iâm a writer, so I know the good stuff when I see it.â
âYou write?â Tomura asks. He wouldnât have guessed looking at you. Then again, he wouldnât have guessed that youâd be at a League concert, either. âPoems or something?â
âNo, stories,â you say. Tomuraâs a little bit relieved. âStories have arcs and plots, just like your songs do â and the bandâs albums â but you do it in a lot less space than I have to work with, so youâre much more efficient. You can define a character in two lines, and itâs compelling. People connect with it. They must, or they wouldnât dress up in those outfits.â
Tomura tries not to pay attention to the outfits. Sometimes seeing what people took away from his songs is a little upsetting. Listening to you talk about what you like about his songwriting style is a different kind of upsetting, the kind where he wants to believe it and knows he shouldnât. âWhatâs your favorite?â
âMeet Me in the Woods,â you say without missing a beat. âI was kind of sad you all didnât play it.â
âWe need a female vocalist,â Tomura says. âWe rented one for recording it, but Toga doesnât sing, and Magne wouldnât do it even when Twice dared her to. And Dabi said his balls shrink every time he puts his falsetto up that high.â
You laugh at that. Tomura likes what it sounds like. âSpinner says the song gives him the creeps,â he adds. âI sang lead in the studio.â
âYou should sing lead for that one,â you say. âAnd find a female vocalist.â
Tomura shrugs. âJobâs open if you want it.â
Your face flushes instantly. âI bet you know better jokes than that.â
âCan you sing?â Tomura asks. You look away in a hurry, the flush deepening. Now you look like a Spinner fan again, but youâre not saying no, either. Now Tomuraâs interested. He gets to his feet. âLetâs go.â
âWhere?â
Tomura holds out a hand to help you up, and after a long second, you take it. âLetâs go.â
Tomura doesnât let go of your hand, and you donât pull away. Itâs not until Tomura leads you back out onto the stage in an auditorium thatâs now lit only by a ghostlight that you put the brakes on. âNo.â
âThereâs nobody in here but me,â Tomura says. âYou said itâs your favorite song. Try it.â
âWould you try it, if you were me?â Your hand is shaking a little bit. âFaceplanting in front of my favorite songwriter was not on my agenda for this evening.â
âIâll sing, too,â Tomura says. âI could always faceplant in front of my biggest fan.â
Maybe that was a dumb thing to say. Maybe you donât want to be Tomuraâs biggest fan. He waits for you to protest. Instead, you take a deep breath. âStart singing, then.â
The first verse is Tomuraâs, and his joke about faceplanting in front of you gets a little too real in a heartbeat. Thereâs something weird about singing in front of just one person, someone he canât see even though youâre right next to him. Itâs a relief when you join him on the tag at the end of the verse, even if youâre quiet. And Tomura was right â you can sing, at least enough to harmonize, and to match his tone so your voice doesnât clash with his. The real test will be the chorus, if you can keep pace with Tomura there.
And you can. Tomura knew you could, but heâs surprised by how good it sounds. By the last line of the chorus, youâre confident enough to screw around a bit, putting a turn on the last three notes of the third line instead of hitting them straight. Tomuraâs not projecting his voice all that hard, and neither are you, but the auditoriumâs empty. Thereâs nothing for your voices to hit that will deaden the sound, and the acoustics bounce it back in an echo that sends chills down Tomuraâs spine.
When the echo fades, itâs silent. Next to Tomura, you shiver. âMaybe this was a bad place to sing this song.â
âYeah, maybe.â Tomura will admit the line about the endless night hit a little harder than it was supposed to. âTomorrow night, try not to stare into the lights.â
âI told you not to joke.â
âI donât joke about stuff like this,â Tomura says. Now youâre reminding him of Spinner, who took way too much convincing before heâd believe that Tomura not only wanted him in the band, but wanted him to sing lead. âI told you. The jobâs yours if you want it. Do you want it?â
Itâs quiet for a second. âWhereâs your next show?â
âA couple hours from here. Are you worried about your job or something?â
âNo,â you say slowly. âTonight was the last night of a business trip. Iâm remote most of the time.â
âSo you can work anywhere as long as you have internet access,â Tomura says. He hears you make some kind of distressed noise. âItâs your favorite song. Iâll put it in the set list and Iâll sing lead. You just have to sing it with me. Are you in?â
âThis isnât why I came here,â you say. âI just wanted to meet you and talk about your songs. I wasnât trying to, like â get on the bus or something.â
âThat would be a hell of a long con,â Tomura says. âI donât think youâd go for that. Too many moving parts.â
âYeah.â You make that distressed noise again. Itâs sort of cute. âIs there a reason weâre still holding hands?â
âYeah. Itâs dark in here and I didnât want you to fall of the side of the stage.â Tomura starts back towards the wings, pulling you along with him and trying to get his stupid grin under control before he steps back into the light. âLook at it this way. Even if you faceplant tomorrow night, itâll be something to write about.â
âAre you going to write about this?â you challenge. âYou never told me if you feel like your songs are about you.â
Tomura doesnât, usually. He writes about characters for a reason. Most of the things that happen to him arenât worth writing about. You, though â you fought through the mosh pit to give him your request, and then you came to find him after the show, and you like him as a lead singer and you can sing and you sound damn good singing with him. And youâre still holding his hand. Most of the things that happen to Tomura arenât worth writing about. He met you half an hour ago and you already are.
You donât try to let go of his hand, and you donât hit the brakes again until youâre just outside the meet-and-greet room. âI want to know,â you say. The shellshocked look you had on when you got back into the light has faded. Now you just look pretty and stressed, and like youâre not going to take no for an answer. Tomura likes that. âAre your songs about you?â
âThis one will be,â Tomura says, and he pulls you into the room to meet the rest of the band.
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different situatons where h gets jealous and possesive of reader
i just imagined it and im gonna dieee
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Warnings: cussing, mentions of Alcohol, drunkeness, jealousy, violenceđ
ââââââââjealousy, jealousyâââââââââ
Because of his high status and his constant surroundings of celebrities, fans, paparazzi, TMZ agents harry always had a watchful eye of his girl.Itâs not that he didnât trust y/n, it was the eyes of others he didnât. Harryâs love for y/n was something so different, he had never felt such love and pride in his girl, he truly loved y/n.
âThe returning exâ
Despite this man of y/nâs past being long gone and simply a college fling it still never made sense to why he would occasionally pop back up in Harryâs and y/nâs shared life.
It was a friends birthday party being held at there usual club, y/n remainder sat on a barstool at the bar happy to watch the room of drunks and dancers while Harry was socialising with various friends and work mates around the room, still cautious and aware of his pretty girl sitting at the bar.
âY/nâ a familiar voice heckled.
âJamesâ y/n muttered under her breath.
And there he was the man who took everything from y/n and left within 1 night, despite his actions being many years ago y/n still couldnât bring her self to be nice to him.
âHow are yaâ he asked, helping himself to the stool next to her.
âMâFineâ she blankly answered.
âGood, goodâ he said sipping on his bottled beer.
âWhere is he then? The world renounced Popstar?â He asked clearly getting straight to the point.
âThat would be me mateâ
Jamesâ figure slouched once he saw his replacement.
âMâharryâ he said from behind y/n moving forward so he could shake his hand.
âJamesâ he answered shaking his hand.
Harry took no further time in pulling a stool out and sitting himself as close to y/n as he possibly could and putting his hand around her waist.
âI suppose I wonât interrupt anymore, see ya round y/nâ
âYou scared him awayâ she laughed.
âMeans vâdone my jobâ he said meeting her lips.
âStage side dramaâ
If able to, y/n attended most shows, whether that be backstage, side of the stage, in a tier surrounded by bodyguards courtesy of Harry.
She loved it all so much and it never got old.
The loud intro to kiwi filled the stadium, the lights go crazy and the fans give it all they have.
Y/n was in Harrys peripheral all night, the sight of y/n dancing, singing taking the occasional video/photo and making eye contact with her when a song is dedicated to her it reminded him why he did all this.
Y/n was standing to the right side of the stage watching her lover do what he did very best, it wasnât until she felt a cold arm snake around her waist.
âEnjoying your nightâ Micheal Harryâs friend whispered into hair.
Harry regretted ever allowing Micheal meet y/n, he was convinced he would make advances if he wasnât around.
âVery much soâ she replied facing him allowing him to lip read over the speakers.
Harry quickly glanced over to his girl and when he saw his âfriendâ mindlessly wrapping his arms around his girlfriends waist.
H was already high on adrenaline it didnât take much to push him off the edge.
After the infamous whale, and endless kisses and âthank yousâ to the crowd, and still much to his disgust in his peripheral vision, Micheal was still finding any exscuse to be as close to her as he could.
While waving to the sea of people, he speed off of to the side of stage to finally be reunited with his girl, and do something about this Micheal.
âBaby!!â She squealed removing herself from Michaelâs loose embrace and throwing herself into her much more comfortable hold instead.
Without a word he just holds her tighter and presses kisses along her hairline, with two hands gently cupping her head, he pulls her out of his chest so he can rest his forehead on hers and speak only to her.
âLove, can you follow the rest of the band fâme and Iâll meet you on the tourbus alright? Mâjust gonna find Glenn back here?â
She nods and presses a kiss to him, sheâs been meaning to that for a while now, the sound of Micheal huffing and puffing behind them really made Harry satisfied.
âI love you, and make sure you stay with them alrightâ he says against her lips, before slowly releasing her.
âI love you and donât be too longâ she smiles before hurrying off to find the rest, âbye Michealâ she utters before whipping round the corner.
Little to the girls knowledge Glenn wasnât even here, he just wanted to have a chat with Micheal, perhaps a kind warning.
âYou really got lucky with her manâ Micheal laughs.
âYeah, yeah, I did mate I really did, and because of that Iâd rather you keep your hands to yourselfâ he stated, keeping his calm stature but a serious tone.
âYour Harry fucking styles, you could have any chick in the world, and your mad at me for having an arm round a basic girlâ he laughs, not catching the drift.
Say what want about him, but y/n, no thatâs the line.
With the adrenaline still flowing through his veins, he didnât fear much at this very moment. It wasnât until Micheal was backed against a wall that Harry realised he was getting closer to the idle man.
âSay that againâ he coldly said.
âI said tha-â
Letâs just say that Micheal was lucky Harry had various security and staff surrounding the backstage area.
âAnd they called it puppy loveâ
Y/n had been practically begging for any sort of pet ever since her and Harry moved in together, a companion to keep her company when Harryâs out on the road, y/n worked from home, and there was a puppy needing a home, what could be the problem?
The problem lies where little buddy (there black Labrador) grew quiet clingy and protective of y/n to the extent where even a hug would set the little man off.
âFuckinâ hell budâ he said, referring to the pup who was currently barking at Harry because of his hand resting on his mums thigh.
âHeâs just making sure his mummyâs safe arenât you babyâ she said adoringly picking up the pooch and holding it to her chest where he happily wagged his tail and snuggles into her scent.
Harry then tried again, seeing that the puppy was snuggled in her neck trying to rest, he this time cuddles into his girlfriends side, resting his hand in itâs original place on her thigh and pressing kisses to her shoulder.
However the bliss only lasted around 3 minutes, before the pup found out and started again.
âOh bud shush your noiseâ she gently scolded, moving him carefully onto the sofa space next to her.
However buddy made his way back on y/nâs lap and countinued to bark at Harry making it clear that y/n was his mum.
Tired and in need of some TLC, Harry called it a night.
âBloody pup, Iâm going to bed, itâs clear itâs not me he wantsâ he says patting her thigh and getting up from his position.
âBabe itâs okay, he needs to get used you being around me-â
âNo y/n, as long as heâs here we arenât gonna get any time togetherâ he huffed as he made his way out of the living room and up the stairs.
âI think daddyâs a little madâŚand jealousâ she whispered to the pup.
Once y/n gently placed the pup in its bed, she headed up to find her sulky boyfriend who was found still sat up against the headboard scrolling on his phone.
âHarryâ she began, sliding herself into her side of the bed.
âCâmereâ she softly said.
To which he did, he enjoyed feeling that slight bit more vulnerable around the girl, and slid into her arms resting on her chest, she loved using her fingertips to play with the soft curls that sat above his head.
âMâsorryâ he mumbled against her chest.
âDonât be silly, got nothing to be sorry forâ she chuckled quietly.
âI was jealous of our fucking dog, sânot right y/nâ he continues.
âHey, hey, I get it, itâs okay, and we will get round to training him promiseâ she confirms countinue long to comb his hair.
âI know, I know, jusâ donât like sharing you, you were mine firstâ he says a low chuckle leaving his lips.
âSâokay, mâalways yours, no matter whatâ
âUnless we get another puppy..then my hands may be a bit fullâ she added, a small smile curling on both there lips.
âYouâd be so luckyâ he groaned
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Doctorâs Secrets
Spencer Reid x Reader
Summary: During a very difficult and convoluted case the team stumbles into a secret. Soon they will figure out just how smooth Spencer Reid can really be.
"The man we are looking for targets lonely married women. Women with husbands who have jobs which keep them from home. The unsub is in his early 40s and has a criminal record of violence." As Gideon kept on going to explain to the officers just who they are looking for, Reid had a sudden realization. "This is his way of punishing the husband and the wife at the same time. In his eyes, the husband is guilty of not taking care of her and she is a cheater, much like how his parents were when he was a child. He is violent and often angry. Road rage and public meltdowns are common for the unsub."
"I have to make a call." Reid told Hotch as he suddenly rushed out to make his call.
The team did notice that Reid was rather nervous the entire day, he kept fidgeting and he was uncharacteristically weird. Spencer kept on staring at his phone as if he was waiting for a text or a call.Â
But no one questioned it.
"You good, Kid?" well no one except for Morgan, of course.
"Yes, I am. I'm only worried a little."
"What this unsub got you scared?"
"I'm... kind of..."
This is when an officer walked over to the room where the team was, knocking on the door.
"Dr Reid, as you requested, your wife is here."
The entire team looked at Spencer.
"WIFE?!" called out Garcia through the phone before she ran to find them.
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You were sitting at home, working when your phone rang.
"Hi Babe." you said as you started to drink your tea.
"Y/N, I sent a car to you, there is a serial killer out there, his profile... he is killing women like you, the police car will be there soon, please just go with them, they will bring you to me." he sounded extremely worried, and you knew what you needed to do.Â
"I will be fine, Spencer, they just arrived, I'm coming to you."
You heard him let out a long sigh and without another question, you gathered your purse and headed to the cop car.
When you arrived at the station you had no idea what to do.
Spencer always kept you very far from his job so you won't be affected like he once was.Â
You never minded him keeping you so far from his line of work it did help a lot for you to help him through the harder times.
Spencer and you have been married for the last three years and before that dating for years, his team didn't know about you because he chose not to mention you to any of them.Â
It was the reason why he always kept his wedding band at home, you weren't really a fan of him not wearing it but you understood.
But now, when he called you, he did make you worry a lot.
Talking about a serial killer who targeted women like you.
"Y/N," you heard your name being called and when you turned you saw Spencer, a smile find its way onto your lips.
"Hi." he went over to you and gave you a hug. "I'm all good." you said when you felt him tighten his grip around you.
"I'll introduce you, come on." he grabbed your hand and guided you into a room. The room was filled with files and photos on a board but for now, you tried to focus on the people as all of them introduced themselves one by one.
"Hi, my name is Penelope, very lovely to meet you."
"Hi, I'm Y/N Reid, nice to meet you as well."
"While we figure things out, Garcia please look after, Mrs Reid." said Hotch.
"OH! I will show you my magic room!" the kind woman chirped as you nodded, you understood they had a job to do.
Penelope was a very nice woman, her room, was filled with monitors and she kept on going over them.
"Can-Can I ask you something?" you asked as you rolled over to her in your chair.Â
"Of course,"
"Spencer said that the killer targets women like me. Can-Do you know what he meant?"
"From what I heard, the killer targets women with husbands who stay away for longer periods, this is his way of punishing the people who are like his parents were."
"I see, I was trying to think if I have seen or heard anything but-"
"This is not your fault, Spencer did well on protecting you as he should."
"I know but, there are women out there who don't have a husband with such knowledge, they are in danger. I cannot help but think that while I had the opportunity to run away and hide, many of them don't."
"Don't blame yourself, Sweetie. This is not your fault at all. And you being here helps Spencer concentrate so they can catch the killer faster."
"Thank you."
"Of course," she smiled as the phone rang, she picked up, it was on speaker.
"Talk to me, Hot Stuff."
"Garcia, can you check on a Dr Thomas Jones?"
"Works in New Jersey, family medicine doctor, no criminal record, divorced, his wife now lived in California... guess she ran as far as she could."
"Oh God." Garcia looked at you as you said that. "I know him."
"Y/N? What do you mean?" Derek said on the phone.Â
"He was my doctor, I used to go every other month for a check-up. He-He tried to hit on me many times but I told him I'm married. I always thought he was weird."
"Good, thanks, we can use that against him. Thanks, Garcia, Y/N."
Derek hung up the phone as you looked at Penelope.
"One time, I went because I had a fever, he was touching me but I thought I was only imagining it because I had a high fever. I didn't go to him after that."
"So, that's how he chooses his victims. He knows about your husband, he has all of your info."
"The sick bastard. I should have told Spencer."
"It's okay, Y/N. We will catch him now." you nodded as she began to type. You moved back to the table but you couldn't concentrate. You just hoped the horror would end.
You and Penelope went to get some coffee when Spencer barged into the kitchen.
"We got him." he smiled and you saw him letting out a long sigh. You smiled at him as you put your mug down, heading over and giving him a hug.
"I'm proud of you." you said as you pulled away, returning to your coffee.
"SO, as I was saying, the store had a sale but the bag I had my eyes on for months, just disappeared." Penelope groaned behind you as you turned to look at him, sitting down by the table, you turned to Spencer.
"I can wait for you, if you have paperwork."
"Okay, I'll try and be quick." he smiled and you nodded before you returned to the conversation with Penelope.Â
Spencer run to his desk as he sat down he noticed Derek looking at you from where he was sitting by his desk.
"You got lucky, Reid." Derek said. "But why keep it a secret?" Morgan now looked at Spencer.Â
"I thought we were friends, you could have told us." Emily now also sat down at her desk joining the conversation.
"It was a small wedding, only her parents and my mum, that's all I had time for. But she didn't mind, she said she understands that I'm busy. She often says she wouldn't have married me if she didn't know what it comes with." Hotch hearing that, really felt a pain in his chest, but everyone else could only smile at Spencer.
"Let's go out for a drink sometime, so we can get to know her like Garcia did." said Jason Gideon as he grabbed his bag and left for the weekend.
Spencer could only smile as he soon finished his report.
"Let's go home." you turned around at his voice.Â
"Let me grab my bag." you headed back to Garcia's room. "It was nice meeting with all of you." you said to everyone as you waved goodbye. Spencer's hand was on your waist as he guided you to the elevator.
"Garcia?" asked Hotch as everyone looked at him.
"She is perfect, so kind and smart." Hotch nodded before heading back to his office.
Everyone was more intrigued now, they all wanted to get to know you.
No one could believe that their boy-wonder was keeping such secrets.
As Spencer started to drive, you turned to him.
âI really like your team.â
âThey like you too.â he smiled.
âDo you think I could get to know them better?â
âOf course, Gideon already wants to go out for drinks so he could talk with you.â
âOh great, cannot wait to get profiled by him.â
âWell-â
âShut it! I know you already did but I donât want to know!â
âYou got it, Darling.â
âPenelope is a sweetheart, she gave me so many names of stores to get clothes.â
âPlease donât start dressing like her. I like your style already.â you smiled at that.
âThank you, Spencer. I know I should have told you about Dr Jones... but you are already so busy.â
âIâm never too busy for you, Love.â he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it.
You soon arrived home, took a nice shower and hit the bed. You were always very worried that his team wonât like you, but now, after meeting them, you felt at ease.
You just couldnât wait to meet them once again, after all, they are your husbandâs second family.
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these kisses ainât free (you gotta pay with your body)
guitarist!sukuna x groupie!fem. reader
wc: 2.9k
warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, slight dubcon, light choking, biting, fingering (f!receiving), light praise, risky sex, almost caught, sukuna keeps your panties, sukuna calls reader âprettyâ
synopsis: meeting your favorite guitarist backstage comes at a cost
a/n: if you recognize the title then Iâm smooching you so hard. the banner is from Pink Heart Jam and the colors are from sukunaâs manga cover from vol. 14!!
This was never originally part of the plan. You came to the concert solely focused on seeing and enjoying your favorite band perform in person. Then, your plans shifted and here you were plotting a way to sneak backstage.
When the announcement first came out about The Cursed going on tour in your city, you jumped at the opportunity to get the best seats possible. You also wanted to get the VIP tickets as well but they were just too expensive.
The day of the concert finally came and you were beyond excited. You couldnât wait to see them in action, especially Sukuna, the bandâs lead guitarist. The moment you laid your eyes on him, you fell for him. Then watching his interviews, live performances, and seeing parts of his personality just made you fall for him more. What wasnât there to love about him? And to finally see him in person? You couldnât wait.
While you were waiting on line to enter the venue, you heard a group of people ahead of you talking about what the VIP experience was like. Hearing about how you could take photos with the members, get whatever you wanted signed by them, talk to them for a little bit and what really got your attention was when they started talking about Sukuna. Talking about the cologne he had on, how messy his hair looked, how his muscles looked with the sleeveless shirt he had on, you just wanted to see it all for yourself. Thatâs when the gears really started turning in your head.
You had been to the venue plenty of times for other concerts and you used to date a guy who used to be a security guard for the venue so he showed you some little secret routes and passageways. You had forgotten most of the specific routes but you were sure you could figure them out.
You were finally inside and made your way to your section and row, it gave you a perfect view of the stage and you felt the adrenaline rush through your body. You could finally see Sukuna. After 20 minutes the lights finally shut off and you heard a very familiar voice booming through the speakers, âwhoâs ready for a hell of a show tonight? The moment youâve all been waiting for is finally here and I want to hear you all scream!â Cheers, cries and screams erupted as the lights came back on and all the members of the band were on stage. You looked at each of the members, Suguru at the drums, Mahito on bass, Satoru at the head of the stage with the microphone in his hand and finally, Sukuna.
He had a black sleeveless shirt that outlined his abs and jeans that hugged his legs in all the right places. Your eyes traveled along the tattoos on his arms, they were perfect just like him. You screamed his name loudly and for a moment it seemed like he acknowledged you, throwing a wink your way before he started playing.
You donât think you had ever screamed that much in your life. You sang along with every song and your eyes never left Sukuna. You watched as his skin got damp with sweat and pink strands of his hair stuck to his forehead. As they finished their last song, you felt a wave of sadness. You enjoyed yourself so much and the concert was better than you imagined it would be. âAlright! You guys were fucking amazing! I think you guys have been the best crowd weâve had so far! Thank you!â Satoru set the mic back on the stand and stepped back while Sukuna stepped closer to his mic.
âThank you for an amazing show, now you all know what time it is.â He reached into his pocket and held up a couple guitar picks. At the end of every show he always threw some guitar picks at the audience for some lucky fans to keep. Your heart started beating as he walked along the stage and started tossing them. You watched each one go in different directions and none of them made their way towards you. You lost all hope of receiving one as he tossed the last one and sighed as he made his way back to his mic. âNow, Iâm doing something a little different tonight,â he reached into his pocket again and pulled out another pick, holding it up, âthis is the pick I normally use for practice and it is signed. Donât kill each other for it.â He started walking along the stage and stood close to where your section was before tossing it. Your eyes widened as you lifted your arms up to catch it and felt it hit your hand. You closed your fist and brought it close to your chest and screamed loudly as you looked at it.
âGoodnight! Stay safe. We love you!â Suguruâs voice echoed throughout the venue and everyone started moving out. You heard mumbles and complaints about the pick and about you getting it but you were just on cloud nine. You started walking out with everyone and you looked around. There had to be a door somewhere where there wasnât security and somewhere no one was really paying attention to. You continued walking and then you found it, there was a black door that was just a crack open. If you werenât looking for it then you definitely wouldnât have found it. You looked around before slowly drifting away from the crowd of fans to the door. You grabbed the knob and opened it a little more to slip through before closing it behind you.
Your heart was pounding in your chest as you started walking. It was dimly lit and you were completely disoriented but you continued to walk. After a few minutes of walking you saw a curtain and you moved closer and pushed it aside to look around. There you saw some stage hands moving a lot of the equipment. Your eyes widened as you continued to look around and saw the back of Satoruâs head as he walked into a room. âHoly shitâ you muttered to yourself as you continued to watch everyone.
You should have been more aware, especially since you werenât allowed there but you were just so caught up in the moment. âI didnât think anyone knew about this entrance.â The voice was low and then you felt a hand on your shoulder. Your eyes widened and you gasped as you turned to look around and see who the voice belonged to. When you finally saw him, another gasp left you.
âGot lost?â A smirk was on his face as he looked at your shocked expression. You couldnât believe that you were standing in front of Sukuna. You were completely starstruck as you looked at him while he stepped from behind you to the backstage area, in better lighting. At this distance you could see the smudged eyeliner at his eyes and his skin was still a little damp. âHey, I asked you something so I would like an answer, or are you mute?â
You stumbled over your words for a moment before you regained your composure and stepped away from the curtain, closer to him. âI was just trying to find my way to the VIP event. I must have gone through the wrong door.â It was a poorly thought out lie and you knew that he saw right through it. âReally? Last time I checked, the VIP event was right before the concert and I definitely wouldâve remembered someone like you.â His eyes scanned your body, focusing on how your skirt hugged your hips and thighs and how your shirt accentuated your chest. âWanna try to answer my question again?â
You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as he shamelessly checked you out. You swallowed thickly and looked up at him, âI couldnât afford the VIP tickets and I thought I could sneak in backstage and meet you guys. Well, mainly meet you, youâve been my favorite member since you released your first single.â The smug smile on his face grew as he stepped closer to you and took your hand in his. âWell, come into my dressing room with me. You want the VIP experience so Iâll give it to you.â You held onto his hand tighter as he led you to the room with the door that had his name labeled on it. He opened the door and let you walk inside then followed behind you, locking it for extra measure.
He nodded his head at the small sofa that was there and then sat down once you were seated. You didnât know how to react, one second you thought that you were going to get dragged out by security and the next second youâre with the sexiest man youâve ever seen. âSo, tell me a little about yourself. Well besides the fact that youâre a horrible liar and you like to sneak backstage after concerts.â You felt the heat rise to your cheeks again and started telling him about yourself. As you spoke, he continued to check you out and you watched as he tapped his freshly manicured fingers against the back of the sofa. You explained how you just graduated college and how you were working at a local office to just make some money until you could find something better and he nodded along but you could tell his mind was elsewhere.
âInteresting. Smart and beautiful, good thing I was the one that found you and not security. But what was the real reason you wanted to sneak back here? Not just for a little chat and some pictures right? I mean, look at that outfit, you got all dolled up and we canât let that go to waste.â He moved closer to you and placed a hand on your thigh, you watched his tattooed hand move up and under your skirt, close enough to your pussy. He leaned in close and looked into your eyes as he finally pressed his fingers against your covered slit. You sucked in a breath and he leaned in to kiss you as he pulled your panties to the side and moved his fingers up and down your folds to collect your wetness on them before he pushed two fingers inside you. You moaned against his lips and lifted your hands up to hold onto his shoulders.
You dug your nails into his skin making him groan and he broke the kiss to start trailing open mouthed kisses along your neck. Moans and whimpers of his name left your lips as he pumped his fingers. He heard his name being yelled every night he was on tour but hearing it fall from your lips sounded so much sweeter. He bit down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder and licked over the spot before pulling his fingers out of you. He looked at his fingers before bringing them to his mouth, sucking on them with a groan. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth and then brought them to yours, pushing them inside and thrusted them for a moment before pulling them out.
âYou taste so sweet fâme.â He leaned in to peck your lips and gently pushed you back so you could lay against the sofa. He flipped up your skirt and pulled your panties down then kneeled between your legs and pulled his cock out. Your eyes widened at the sight of it, it was huge, a lot bigger than your little dildo hidden away in your nightstand drawer. He spit on his hand and stroked it, chuckling at your reaction. âDonât look so surprised, pretty. Iâll make sure it fits just right.â He leaned in and pressed his cock against your lips and started thrusting, giving himself a pussyjob.
He groaned and threw his head back at the feeling and you started to move your hips to grind against him. Little mewls and whines left your lips. You had to try to restrain yourself because you were sure that the walls werenât soundproof and you were sure that some of the other band members were still in their rooms. You didnât want to risk getting caught. He continued to thrust against your folds then he gripped the base of his cock and aimed it at your dripping entrance. He bit his bottom lip as he started pushing the tip in and you arched your back. He moved his hands down to your thighs and kept them spread as he continued to push his cock into you. âKeep your legs open fâme pretty, Iâm gonna make you feel real good and I wanna see how this pretty pussy stretches around my cock.â
He continued to push into you, stretching you more and more as he filled you. It hurt so good and the moans didnât stop leaving you. He kept going slow until he was about halfway inside you, that was when he slammed the rest of his length inside you. A loud cry left you and he quickly moved his hands, moving one hand around your throat and moved the other to rub your clit while he leaned in to press his lips against yours. He stilled his hips as you began to relax around him. He pulled away and squeezed the sides of your throat. âYou canât be so loud, if the rest of the guys found out that I snuck you in here, Iâm sure theyâll want a piece of you too. Iâm not the sharing type, especially with a pretty piece of ass like you. So be quiet fâme and enjoy the feeling of this fat cock in your tight pussy.â
He groaned as he started thrusting and he kept his hand at your throat. The feeling was overwhelming, you couldnât believe it. You were getting fucked by your favorite guitarist. Choked out moans left you each time he bottomed out and he hit your sweet spot expertly. His muscles tensed and his hair started sticking to his forehead as he picked up the pace of his thrust. You were in the throes of pleasure when there was a sudden knock at the door.
Your eyes widened and your heart started racing. âHey, weâre gonna grab something to eat and head to the hotel, gonna join us?â It was Mahito at the door, you could recognize his voice from anywhere. âNah, I have some things to wrap up here but just pick something up for me. Get me a burger and fries and Iâll pick it up from you later.â He replied effortlessly as if he wasnât fucking you, as if his cock wasnât bullying its way into your cock with each thrust. âGot it, see ya!â You faintly heard the footsteps go away and Sukuna leaned down, squeezing your throat again.
âWhat a sweet little slut you are, clenching around me even tighter at the risk of being caught. Maybe I should share you with the rest of the guys.â He groaned by your ear as his cock hit your g spot repeatedly. You brought one hand up and held onto his arm while your legs started to tremble. Your impending orgasm kept building each second, âSukuna, Iâm so close.â He continued to thrust into you and rubbed your clit as he continued to pound into you. The sounds of your skin slapping and the slick sounds of your pussy filled the dressing room, âI know youâre close, pretty. Your pussy is just telling me how good she feels, I can hear it.â
You clenched around him tighter at his words and he started thrusting faster and harder. It wasnât long before you came undone underneath him, you let out a strangled cry of his name and he thrusted a few more times before filling you with cum. He removed his hand from your throat and panted as he held onto the cushions of the sofa by your head. His eyes scanned your face and he leaned down to peck your lips before slowly pulling out of you. He walked over to grab some tissues and helped clean you off then helped you to your feet. He tucked himself back into his pants and you looked around for your panties. You finally grabbed them and you were about to put them on until they were snatched from your hands, âIâll be keeping this. You got my practice pick as a souvenir, so Iâll be keeping this.â He shoved them into his pocket and winked at you.
âThis is one of my favorite cities so the band and I will be staying here for a few more days before hitting the road for our next showâ he trailed off as he went to rummage through some papers and started writing something down on one of them. He looked over the paper then handed it over to you, âhereâs where weâre staying and thereâs my phone number. Ring me if you want another round with your favorite rockstar. Maybe Iâll feel generous next time to let the rest of the guys watch but Iâll need a better taste of you.â He pulled you close and kissed you, letting one of his hands roam to your ass to get a firm squeeze of it before pulling away.
âIâll be expecting you soon, pretty.â
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@corrodedcoffinfest Day 26: Tour Date
Word Count: 724/Rating: G/Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie x Mom!Reader/CW: angst, hurt/no comfort, Eddie and Reader are married with a daughter, he ran away this time/Tags: Eddie Munson, Mom!Reader, Disney World, angst, hurt/no comfort
Divider credit to @silkholland
Beep beep beep!
Eddie barely heard his pager chirp over the sound of the parade. Lydia, his three-year-old daughter, was perched on his shoulders and waving frantically as Snow Whiteâs float glided down Main Street, U.S.A. It wasnât until the older couple next to him began glaring that he realized that the jingling wasnât part of the show.
âOne sec, Lyds.â Eddie lifted the little girl and gently placed her on the ground, trying to ignore your scowl as he darted away to find the nearest payphone.Â
Sheâll understand when I tell her itâs Pat, he thought. Hoped, more honestly. If it was anyone else other than his agent, Eddie would have waited to call back, but Pat wouldnât interrupt a family vacation without a good reason.Â
ââLo?â
âHey, Pat.â Eddieâs toes tapped on the ground. He gave a tight smile to a fan passing by, hoping the photo she snapped wasnât horribly unflattering. âWhatâs going on?â
Eddie could practically hear Pat grinning through the phone. âEd, youâre not gonna believe this, but I just got a call from the people who represent Guns âN Roses. Their opening act is having trouble leaving the U.S. and getting into Mexicoâsome passport issue or whatever. Anyway,â he barely paused for a second before blurting out, âthey want Corroded Coffin to be their opening act for the next few nights!â
âHoly shit!â A mother covered her sonâs ears when she walked past and frowned at Eddie, but he didnât notice. Corroded Coffin would be playing internationally? âAre you serious?â
âAs a heart attack.â Pat chuckled. âYouâre in Orlando now, right? Iâll send a car to bring you to the airport within the hour. Be ready.â
Eddie nodded before remembering that his agent couldnât see him. âY-Yeah, thatâs fine. Iâll be there.â
Itâs only when he hung up the phone and caught a glimpse of his surroundings that reality sank in. He was supposed to be on vacationâLydiaâs first trip to Disney World, as it wereâand skipping out on that would not bode well.Â
He spent the entire walk back to you and Lydia rehearsing what heâd say, but words failed him the moment he saw his daughterâs face. The pure joy in her smile, brown eyes alight with wonder.Â
âDaddy, I saw Ariel! And she waved to me!â Lydia jumped into his arms and held on tight.Â
Eddie mustered up a small laugh. âI guess you really are a princess.â Pressing a kiss to her forehead, Eddie turned to you. âGuns âN Roses needs us to be their opener in Mexico for the next few nights.â
He braced himself for another lecture about putting the band before family, putting money before love, but that never happened. Instead, you responded with one word.Â
âGreat.â
Flat, affectless, apathetic. As though you were expecting it to happen.Â
âIâll be back as soon as I can,â he scrambled to explain. âTheir regular opener canât get intoââ
âI said itâs fine.â You reached out and took Lydia, breaking Eddieâs heart further. âGo ahead. Donât wanna miss your flight.â
He knew he should stay. Knew he should call Pat back and let him know that Corroded Coffin would have to be a trio. Jeff could take lead guitar, and Grant had solid vocals.Â
But visions of the cheering crowd, everyone singing along with their songs, was too enticing. And what if he actually got to meet Axl Rose and Slash? What if this was fate beckoning him towards his big break?
âThanks.â He leaned in and kissed Lydiaâs cheek. When he looked at you, your eyes blazed with fury that warned him not to even try to feign affection. It meant nothing without the actions to back it up. âHave fun.â
You plastered on a smile for Lydiaâs sake. âWe will. Weâre gonna meet more princesses later! Right, Lyds?â
Stay. If you leave now, your marriage is over.Â
Lydia nodded emphatically and beamed at Eddie. âAre you gonna see me meet the princesses?â
Stay. Donât miss these precious moments in your daughterâs life. Â
âIâll be back soon.â A non-answer if heâd ever heard one. âI love you guys.â
Stay. Give your wife the husband she deserves. Give your daughter the father she deserves.Â
And as he walked away, he couldâve sworn he heard your broken voice murmur, âlove you, too.â
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angst to fluff
warnings:none
2010 era!
A/n: I wanna give huge credits to @bunniesthoughts thank you for helping me with this me and her made this together we hope you guys enjoy <3
minors can interact
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âGET OUT THENâ I said my voice getting louder by the minute, Tomâs eyes were getting more teary and with that Tom pushed past me and stormed out of the house. Hours pass by Tom hadnât come back yet âshit pick up pick up pleaseâ I tried calling him but no answer my mind was overclouding with thoughts my anxiety was getting worse no text no calls at all.
-time skip
Itâs been weeks and tom still hasnât come back, Iâm trying not too overthink anything but it keeps creeping up in the back of my mind. So to take my mind off things, I go sit down and turn on the tv to mtv and I see pictures and videos of Tom and some girl named Anna âwhat the fuckâ I feel tears sting the corner of my eyes, all of the overthinking came true, it wasnât just a thought it was all real life. I need to talk to him asap.
and the best way was to show up to their concert it took me ages to get there but I made it finally, people were crowded fans screaming and yelling. They came out of the tour bus, my life flashed before my eyes, The rumours were true his arm snug around her waist her beautiful eyes he moved on already?
I felt sick to my stomach, Tom saw me his face was shocked but I didnât care I ran not daring to look back I could hear him yelling my name and running after me. My eyes were perking up with tears I felt like I was going to collapse. I ended up falling over my knees were bruised my hands were shaking Tom finally caught up and he kneeled down infront of me, âY/n I didnât want you to find out like this.â His voice was trembling it sounded like he was about to cry, âYou never really loved me did youâ my voice was breaking I couldnât help it, he cupped my face in his hands his dark brown eyes staring into me âIâm sorry but after that fight I didnât know what to do I thought we were broken upâ he said his voice with unbreakable emotion I looked away. We just sat in silence not even saying a word till his twin brother and the rest of the band started calling out to him he got up and walked off.
-time skip
A few weeks had passed me and Tom havenât spoken at all I see photos of them everyday together, but today I got invited to a interview with Tom to talk about why broke up and how it happened. I didnât feel like going because the media wouldâve twisted my words but then I changed my mind I mean itâs best to get my feelings out? After I got ready I left my apartment and went to the interview. When I got there the interviewer was really nice and told me how what was going to happen, I looked around and I didnât see Tom anywhere which was off cause heâs never shows up late.
The Interviewer sat me down she asked me a couple of questions about how I knew Tom how we started dating, asked me about their music and everything. Then she asked this âY/n I know this must be hard for you but would you ever want to try and works out thing with Tom?â
I swear I couldnât hear her for a second I felt sick, I took a deep breath âI hope I can, him and I instantly click and at the end of the day I miss him heapsâ. I said my voice cracking a bit, she nodded after a little while of what seemed like hours the interview was wrapped up and I was on my walking home till I heard someone yelling out to me.
I turned around. It was Tom he came up to me catching his breath it looked like he was gonna collapse Christ âY/n I saw your interview and thereâs so much I wanna say but I canât say it hereâ. âHuh? What do you me-â he put a hand over my mouth and handed me a piece of paper he smiled at me then walked away.
I watch tom walk away, as I grip the piece of paper in my hand once heâs out of sight I open the paper âmeet at the lake at 6â- tom I look at the note confused as why he wanted to meet, I mean Iâve seen he has a girlfriend, but I shrug and I get into my car driving to our old spot.
I see Tom sitting on the hood of his car lighting up a cigarette. I park and get out walking up to him âheyâ I say softly trying not to startle him âhey.. I wanna talk with you if thatâs okayâ, he says as he gets off the hood of his car throwing away his cigarette I nod letting him know that Iâm listening. âlisten I know you saw me with her but truly I didnât want that to happen, I miss you I donât know why I didnât come back and went to go with her. I thought we were done but I miss you.â Tom says as his voice starts to crack.
I go to speak but Tom stops me, âI broke up with her..I wanna give us another try, you were my everythingâ he says as his eyes start to go glossy and so do mine. âalright Iâll give us another chanceâ Tom looks at me and a smile forms on his face as he grabs me and pulls me into a tight hug, putting his face in my neck.
âI love you so much meine liebe I promise this will never happen againâ I nod as I listen to him pulling away as a tear drips down my cheek âI love you tooâ I whisper softly as I lean up and softly kiss his lips and lay my head on his chest.
A/n: i hope you guys enjoyed me and @bunniesthoughts loved making this go check her out!! once again thank you for helping me make this I couldnât have done without you. Anyways bye cuties mwah <3
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hello >-<
so i have this idea
hobie is a punk musician right? what if he kinda like this artist (their work and all) but the artist is a anon so he got no idea who it was but he knows their art style by heart
he would go to art galleries that will feature the artist
he would even go to the extent of buying a print or two
he would also ask for a commission from the artist
but he would do all of it in incognito (heâs like an idol idoling his idol from the fake acc to ask for comms to disguises just to go to the gallery)
little did he know his fav artist/reader is also a big fan of his band
how would they meet??
(sorry if itâs to long or kinda hard to understand, thank youuu have a wonderful day)
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You have no idea how much I loved this. I kinda projected myself (like Iâve honestly been in all of my hobie fanfics, but bcs I too, am a punk and do art occasionally) my eco-punk tendencies keep showing, and Iâm honestly not gonna stop anytime soon (as you can tell from the constant mention of plants in my writing). This took me forever but Iâve been hella busy đ
Iâll perhaps do a second part of this
WC: 1.2K or something.
Art is Freedom â Hobie x GN!Reader
"Art is Freedom" was the signature of the anonymous artist Hobie desired to meet. There was something about their art that simply fascinated him. From murals made out with plants, to your standard mural with spray paint. In galleries, this same artist did installations with all sorts of recycled materials. From newspaper, cardboard, paper, sometimes even stuff like aluminium and glass. Others screen printing on recycled fabric and old shirts, and most recently digital art, with the option of buying prints.
What Hobie liked about this artist was how cold and straightforward could they be with their art to express their thoughts and feelings. With a strong commentary on environmentalism. Also very graphic art talking about feminism and domestic violence. He loved the passion put into these pieces, he gawked at the raw energy expiring from the art pieces.
However, tracking them down was particularly hard. They were good at covering up their tracks. Although Hobie knew what that was like, so he started thinking in a similar way this anonymous artist would do. Sometimes feeling guilty for wanting to uncover this artistâs identity, he wouldnât like it if someone was waiting for him to make a mistake at covering his tracks and found out who he was. But at the same time, he genuinely wanted to meet this person, have a talk with them, sure that Spider-Man and this artist would get along very well.
One fortuitous day, at the art gallery Hobie liked to frequent, there was a new exposition. This one was a photography show. It was the first time this artist showcased pictures. The theme was punk. And most of the photos were from concerts. Spider-Man was even in most of them. Not only was this artist a fan of his band, but from the pictures, Hobie was able to get an idea of who this artist was.
The group of hardcore punks who always showed up to his concerts, art shows, or were wrecking havoc during manifestations, was for the most part the same crowd. Some faces and even names became familiar not only to him but to everyone else.
And you had a face easy to recognise. You had a reputation for always being in the middle of the mosh pit, jamming and jumping like everybody else. However, you were taking pics. Right in the middle of the mosh, you managed to take the best pictures from the stage and the crowd. How did you manage to take those pics while getting out, not only yourself but your camera intact? It was a mystery many people liked to think about.
Hobie had seen you at almost every gig. And heâd seen the magnificent work you did with the photos. However, for the two years heâs been following this anonymous artist, heâd never seen photos. However, for the three or four years youâve been following his band, heâd seen you in the crowd and seeing your work.
And now standing in front of your exposition, he could clearly identify the peculiar style of the pictures. Those pictures clearly were taken from the depths of a mosh pit. And keeping cameras intact and photos this good of a mosh pit could only be you.
His eyes widened at the realisation. He knew you all along, and had been watching your work from afar for so long. He didnât personally know you, but heâd seen you around so much to think you were a cool lad, the pins on your jacket were rad, and that you had good taste in music. And of course, he thought you were a talented photographer.
But now that heâd put two and two together, not only were you a magnificent photographer, but an overall artist. The respect and admiration he felt for you duplicated, as heâd thought he was admiring at two different artist while it was actually one and the same.
âOh! Look at these!â Some people in the gallery said as they neared the pictures and paid close attention to them. âDude, this pics are sick! Kinda like the ones you always take!â
He diverted his gaze and saw a couple of people leaning closer to take in the details, and a third person wearing a hoodie. Hands hidden in the pouch and hood over their head.
âTheyâre pretty good,â
Hobie raised an eyebrow as he paced around the gallery, trying to get closer, wondering if it could be you underneath that hoodie.
As he got closer, pretending to glance at the pictures, he saw you from the corner of his eyes and smirked. Your poker face was actually very good, but he could see right through it.
âYou think the artist knows how meaningful their art is to others?â Hobie said in a low voice as he glanced at you.
âThey better! Theyâre fucking awesome!â One of your friends said, clueless of what Hobie was trying to do.
âIâm sure theyâve got some idea,â You said meeting Hobieâs stare.
âWell, they sure are my favourite artist, Iâll tell you thatâŚâ He said confidently. âIâve seen you around in gigs, havenât I?â
âYeah, probably. Iâm always around in gigsâŚâ You said shyly.
âEspecially Spider-Man! You love that guy!â One of your friends said, as you felt your cheeks warming up slightly.
âDo you?â Hobie asked.
âHis style is very unique. And heâs amazing. Heâs been a huge inspiration for me,â reluctantly, you admitted.
âReally? Thatâs cool. Iâm Hobie,â His smirk flashed across his face with a slight arrogant yet full of charm.
âNice meeting you,â You introduced yourself to him, telling him your name. âI like your styleâŚâ You said, pulling one of your hands out of the pouch of your hoodie and pointed at his pins.
âThanks,â He said, repeating your name. âSo, you said Spider-Man was an inspirationâŚâ
âI do art sometimes,â You shrugged. âI wish I could live off of it but, itâs hard,â
âThe world is so unkind to artist, unless you decide to sell yourself like a whore,â
You looked at Hobie, thinking there was something strangely familiar and yet refreshing of him. He was tall, he was skinny, but definitely looked like the guy you wouldnât want to get in a fight with. And yet, he didnât look all that intimidating. In fact, you felt curious.
âYeah, pretty muchâŚâ You agreed.
âWanna go for a beer sometime?â
It was hard for you not to smirk as you looked away. Your friends now further away, having read the room and left you alone with Hobie.
âExcuse me?â You armed yourself with courage to look back at him and meet his stare, his eyes a lighter shade of brown compared to the rest of his skin. He was gorgeous, you thought.
âYou seem like a pretty interesting person, Iâd like to know you better and know a bit more about the art you make, if thatâs okay of courseâŚâ He shrugged, nonchalantly, able to read your slightly shy and awkward demeanour.
âDo I know you?â You asked.
Hobie chuckled softly. Knowing exactly what you meant, wondering if you were able to somehow relate him to Spider-Man already.
âYeah, I introduced myself two minutes ago,â he teased, as you chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully.
âNoâI me-mean yeahâŚâ You giggled âButâŚBefore that?â
Hobie shrugged.
âWhy you ask?â
âI donât knowâŚâ You sighed looking at him curiously, attentively. âSomething about you feels oddly familiarâŚâ
âPerhaps,â He shrugged âwho knows, thereâs only one way to find outâŚâ He winked.
You smirked.
âLater today? At the Hayfield?â You said, naming your favourite bar, agreeing to his invitation.
âSomeone likes artisan beer,â Hobie pointed out with an approving nod.
âIsnât that the best kind of beer?â This time, you shrugged nonchalantly âBesides, Hayfield supports all the local beer producers and amateurs tooâ
âNice. See you then,â Hobie said. â9 works for you?â
â9 it isâ You smirked, feeling your chest stirring slightly.
âNice meeting yaâ He said turning around, with a triumphant smirk.
âNice meeting you tooâŚâ
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Charles's Angel(s)
Ch. 48
Charles Leclerc x Reader
Warnings: allusion to marriage?!?!??, allusion to getting a pet?!?!?!?(this one was inspired by my very insightful follower @iamapersonwholikesunicorns, who always lets me know their thoughts on my writing, and offers really good input and ideas. Thank you so much, I really appreciate your support, and love love love you! MUAH đ )
Turns out, what gave Charles the pep in his step that day was the fact that F1 summer break was closing in. He had plans to take you out on his familyâs yacht for dinner.Â
 You both continued your daily routines, waiting for a break to begin (not that much would change for you in terms of your work).Â
 However, in the midst of all this, youâd completely forgotten about your birthday. So when Charles requested you to dress up a little and beckoned you downstairs on a quiet Sunday morning, it was safe to say you were shocked as you spotted the quaint little picnic layout heâd prepared in a secluded area.Â
 You really were getting the princess treatment.
 Not that you were objecting. It was nice to have someone care for you like this.Â
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 Similarly, youâd managed to pull some strings and surprise Charles for his birthday in October. It was nothing, really, but you had made numerous phone calls to friends and friends of friends to secure VIP tickets to the next nearest Coldplay concert.Â
When you led your boyfriend to the venue, he was stunned. Â
âIs this a concert?â he asks, confused. You nod and push him toward the entrance.Â
 Once you both get significantly lost in the narrow twists and turns of the numerous hallways of the backstage room, youâre greeted by the band itself.Â
 Charles turns to you, eyes wide. âIs that Coldplay or am I dreaming?â he mouths. You shrug and gesture toward the artists.Â
âHey Chris! Itâs great to meet you; been a while.â
 âHey, Y/n! And is this Charles Leclerc? THE Charles Leclerc?! What an honor.âÂ
You shove your boyfriend forward, who manages to reclaim his serene, cool appearance. He sticks out his arm in greeting. âNice to meet you, Mr. Martin; Iâm a big fan.â
 Charles and Chris immediately hit it off while you talk to the other band members, and they give you special passes and barricade âseatsâ to enjoy the show. Â
The concert is honestly one of the most breathtaking ones you have ever been to, and thatâs saying something. Charles feels the same, and he has a dreamy, glazed look in his eye as you drive home.Â
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He finally takes you out on the yacht, with the rest of the Leclerc family present. Youâve begun to love your body and appearance more, so you ask Charles and Charlotte (because she was a girlâs girl and totally understood the angles) to take some photos for you to post online. They turned out amazing, and Charlesâ fans cheered you on. Reading the comments made color rise to your cheeks, because thereâs no way all these people were complimenting you and were imagining they could be you. It certainly boosted your self-esteem, and it also brought Charlesâs attention to the fact that his fans wanted to see more of you.Â
He wasnât quite sure how he felt about that, but he sure as hell wouldnât be hiding you away. Not with how much he loved you and wanted to show the world you were just as much his as he was yours. God, he couldnât wait to see the look on your face when he went down on a knee. Â
But first, he wanted to make a quick addition to your little two-person family.
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Hi! I absolutely love all of your detailed posts about Richard, they make my day when you post them, I was wondering if you could make a compilation of very wholesome moments with fans? I'm afraid that Rammstein will never come back to the US and I'll miss my chance of meeting him in person and I'd love to see some sweet fan interactions â¤ď¸ DankeschĂśn â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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Please excuse my late reply to this, but I love this ask! It's known that Richard can be very warmhearted towards fans and gives out bone-crushing hugs left and right - I found several accounts of fans who met him and will accumulate these in the following post đ (sources are linked at the end of the post.)
First some stories of fans who shared their experiences on the internet:
One fan met him before a concert, he gave the fan a hug and they say that to this day, they haven't forgotten the feeling of this hug.
Here's an account of a fan who met Richard at a resort in Mexico: "Richard never acted like we were imposing on his time or being a hindrance, even though he was with a table of friends. As soon as we were in eye contact range, his entire demeanor changed. He lit up like a Christmas tree and stood to shake our hands, stood close to us to chat for a few minutes - five minutes, tops, and gave us hugs as we left before shaking our hands again."
After a concert: "The hug I got was bone crushing. I was right in front of him. Cried my way through FrĂźhling [...]. He checked on me and asked me if I was ok. Said i was fine and even the amount of times I'd seen them play, i got so caught up in the emotion. Richard told me they were the most moving moments for him at least and pulled me into a huge hug that if i think about it, i can still feel. Sounds weird but when you get a hug like that you dont forget it."
Richard seems to be a bit camera-shy while being out and about (declining selfies most of the time), but offers/asks for hugs himself as a return, as told by a fan who met him at the Chicago Airport. The fan apologized after asking for a selfie, yet Richard immediately asked her to give him a hug afterwards.
At a concert at the Palace of Auburn Hills in Detroit back, May 2012: "For some reason, I thought of making a sign that said "Pick fĂźr mich, bitte". We were right at the barricade and I decided to flash the sign. I don't even know what I expected out of it. Well, Richard fucking Kruspe went to his mic stand, got a pick, went to the security guard in front of the railing and told him to give me the pick. The guard and I had chatted prior to their performance, so he looked at me with a "way to go, kid" look. People around me cheered. Best concert memory ever. Nothing but a class act."
Another fan reports him being quite talkative and attentive during parties - apparently really listening to the other person and showing real interest. He really likes to talk about music and guitars and seemingly likes hearing the opinions of fans.
Meeting the band in front of their hotel: "His hug was the tightest, and he smells SO GOOD, I wanted to ask what was his perfume. I told him I loved Emigrate, he gave me the biggest smile and thanked me."
Then we have voice from withing the fandom on here - the lovely and helpful @anwiel13 said this about meeting him at a Meet&Greet (thank you again for sharing this! đ¤):
"Once he entered the room, we immediately know it. Not that he did something, but he really has this big personality, in very good way. He was smiling all the time, unless taking photos, than we was all his gothic deep stare self. He was also super nice to two girls, who were absolutely nervous, telling him how much they love him. We all know he hear this all the time, but he really looked like he is listening them and make them feel not like crazy fangirls annoying him with their feelings. If that's make sense. He hugged one girl when she asked him and again, did not looked like she's annoying him with this. He left very quickly after taking photos and signed our things. Overall, he was very nice and caring. I heard somebody complain about him being all snobby and annoyed during some M&G, but he was nothing like this during the one in Prague."
Plus I have found two 'essay'-posts on here describing fan-experiences at Meet&Greets and afterparties:
Here Richard is described as really warmhearted, smiling and patient with the fans:
A very wholesome interaction (with a cute Paulchard momet) with a fan who brought selfmade fan art with her:
And since of course I found some experiences with other band members on my research-way, here are my favourites of some of the other guys đ:
At an afterparty: "I spent a long time talking to Flake who is beautifully underappreciated. He's such a wise man with an incredibly dark sense of humour. [...] Flakes English isn't great but he seemed to really appreciate that someone would talk to him in German and happy to help me figure out words I wasn't familiar with and vice versa. I really appreciated it as he did slow down his natural German speaking speed to help me continue a conversation in German as native speaking speed was just a little too fast."
At a meet and greet: "Schneider gave me such Dom-Daddy vibes that I would have got on my knees if he asked. He was so friendly, asked about myself and I was able to give him a letter from my best friend who had spoken to him years before, and he was so happy to take it."
At an afterparty of Till's solo tour (London concert): "I went to see Lindemann in London and was invited to the after party and ended up trying to open a bottle of wine with a set of keys with Till and then ended up drinking vodka and chatting to him for a few hours. Such a humble human and one of my biggest role models in life - he made me want to become a fire performer and he said I looked great doing what I do."
"Did a meet & greet on the 2019 tour and a bunch of the after parties. Doom is an incredible dancer and Paul and Richard give the best hugs." (I've read several times that Schneider seemingly kills it on the dance floor đ)
Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6
All in all, it's always amazing reading about fans having nice experiences with them - but let's not forget (since some people do exactly this), the band members are also just human beings like you and me, don't owe the fans smiles and good moods, and it's not a crime to have a bad day once in a while (with less enthusiastic interaction with fans) or just wanting some peace or being in a hurry, since they all do have private livesđ¤đź
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Satoru's the type of guy to be your boyfriend
Satoru's the type of guy to have his arm possessively wrapped around your waist while walking, resting on the crest of your hip. Or he'd use his height to his advantage and have his arm comfortably resting around your shoulder.
Satoru's the type of guy to grin while people passing by gawk at him. They'd be enraptured by his looks then their gaze would fall upon you and they'd realize why he has the cockiest shit-eating grin on. It's not just because he knows he looks good, but because he knows that he looks good with you.
Satoru's the type of guy to face you on the train so that when it starts to get packed, you'd get pressed up against his chest. He'd have his hand holding your back too, right on the smallest section of your waist.
Satoru's the type of guy to fetch and drop you off on his fancy car or motorcycle. He'd play super loud obnoxious music or rev really loudly too. He'd call you on your free times (he memorizes your schedule) and bring you food. Drinks would always have your name on it too because he tells the barista your name and says for everyone to hear "It's for my sweetheart!" He enjoys how other people gawk at him and get jealous of you.
Satoru's the type of guy to gently take your glasses from your face when it fogs up, only to wipe it with the hem of his shirt, lifting it up for everyone to see his chiseled stomach. He does it slowly too, intentionally, to let as many people as possible see it. He doesn't understand why you're so embarassed. After all, who wouldn't want such a hot boyfriend?
Satoru's the type of guy to, when hit on, would show them his lockscreen of you two with the stupidest grin. "Sorry, I have a partner already. Aren't they just the cutest? Yeah, I don't know how I scored them either! Here's another picture of us. Oh, and this is their cat. We both love cats. I still think they're cuter than the cat though. Don't you think so too?" (The person who asked is forced to listen to his ramblings and nod along.)
Satoru's the type of guy to be constantly taking candid photos of you. Since you started dating, his camera roll started showing just pictures of you instead of being his face all the time.
Satoru's the type of guy to be overly overjoyed whenever you ask for photos with him. He knows that you're going to post it (and show him off to your friends) and that makes him proud.
Satoru's the type of guy to have a dump account for just photos of you. So many people have thought that it was yours because it's literally just your pictures. The reason you found out about it is because someone was talking about your "non-existent dump account."
Satoru's the type of guy to start a band just so you can be the lead. He was forced to learn violin as a kid and picks up every other instrument really easily. So when you mentioned how you wanted to be in a band but found it too difficult to find one to be in, he started one himself.
Satoru's the type of guy to ALWAYS want to meet you before and after school. Even if you go to different colleges or have a different schedule, he'll wait hours for you if he had to and would beg you to do the same.
Satoru's the type of guy to have been an average student before meeting you, never really trying too hard. But now that you're dating, he actually started to study in order to help you out with whatever you're finding difficult. You wouldn't even have to ask sometimes, he'd just start teaching you topics you find difficult.
Satoru's the type of guy to be talking non-stop when with other people but would shut up around you. He just loves staring at you as you gush about random things and listening to your voice. He could do it all day.
Satoru's the type of guy to know how to joke around with your dad and respectfully talk about deep topics with your mom (or vice versa). He somehow just has the knack to be able to get along with anyone, even with any siblings you have.
Satoru's the type of guy to not be real <//3
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if youâre still taking request, could i ask for more gwen content? iâm STARVING for fluffy romantic headcanons for gwen!!!đđ
please and thank youuu!!!<33
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GWEN STACY RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS
- how she is in a relationship (gwen stacy x gn!reader, fluff hcs)
a/n - thank you for this request!! iâll be answering more soon :)
- her eyes always light up when youâre present. like, they visibly start sparkling. she hates when you point it out, but itâs so obvious- her eyes widen, her lips part into a smile, and her cheeks redden. she might not be good at saying it, but she loves you.
- whenever she practices with her band, her eyes are on you. all of her bandmates know it and they give each other sideways glances during their songs.
- most dates with her are informal and impromptu. sheâll show up at your door with a bag of takeout and a grin, leading you across the city to one of her favorite spots high above the common crowd. sheâll lean against you and people watch as you stare down at the buildings and ant-sized population.
- she keeps a little camera in her pocket to snap quiet photos of you when youâre out together. sheâll go through them at home and smile at the memories.
- she was very nervous when she brought you over to meet her father, mostly because she thought he would be weird about it, but he ended up liking you. youâre forever invited to their family dinners, and he let you know that you can see his daughter whenever you want to.
- gwen will always encourage you to embrace your individuality and pursue your passions. sheâs a passionate person herself and knows what it feels like to have your interests stomped down. she is nothing if not supportive.
- she writes special songs for you and keeps the lyrics in a box under her bed. she may or may not show them to you; she thinks theyâre embarrassing, but you think theyâre incredibly sweet.
- her sarcasm keeps you alive sometimes. itâs a little infuriating, but youâre glad itâs a part of her personality.
- physical affection from gwen hurts. she never actively tries to injure you, but skin-to-skin contact with her consists of punches, nudges, and noogies. one time, she misjudged her strength a bit and spent the rest of the week trying to make up for it with gifts and hugs.
- if you ever want to dye your hair, sheâll dye a lock of hers the same color. in fact, she might do that with your natural hair color. if itâs anything other than blonde, sheâll buy some box dye and get to putting it on her strands.
- her rebellious spirit influences you quite a bit, to the dismay of the parental figures in your life. she takes you out on midnight escapades and helps you with whatever mischief she inspires.
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