#mandy's milestones

[oh-my-damn]

Mandy's Milestone Celebration!

In celebration of reaching 2k followers a while back, I've decided to host a 2k party! The theme you ask? Well, the early 2000's of course!

We'll play games, have some fun, and I may even have a surprise for y'all......

The entire thing will take place between 30th of January and 6th of February, which gives us lots of time to gossip and slay and have girltalk!

See below for the different games we can play. Feel free to also just stop by as normal!

Send in "you've been papped!" or the camera emoji, and I will reply with a picture of Chris from the early 2000's that's either one I love or hate (and you'll get to guess how I feel about it!)

Send in "answer your flip-phone!" or the phone emoji, and I'll reply with my hot takes/gossip/tea that is not at all confirmed and literally just anything that'll pop into my mind about CE or any of his characters (feel free to also specify who you'd like tea on, aka "answer your flip-phone Ari!")

Send in "what's playing on your ipod touch rn?" + the name of any of my WIPs or fics, and I'll reply with a song that reminds of the story/characters!

Send in "show us your jelly bracelets" + the name of any of my WIPs or fics, and I'll assemble some pics to give you a glimpse into those specific character's aesthetic!

Send in "can I borrow one of your glitterpens?" and I'll reply with a short snippet of any of my WIPs!

Send in "you can't sit with us!" + any 3 characters/celebs of your choosing, and I'll let you know which one I would FMK.

Ask game! Send in any of the below questions and I'll reply them either as me, or a character of your choosing! (one of my pairings, perhaps. Just write, for example, "trucker ari and sugar" along with a number. If there are no characters, I'll reply as myself)

mcdonalds order?

thoughts on veganism?

a specific color that gives you the ick?

mythical creature you think/believe is real?

favorite form of potato?

do you use a watch?

what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?

on a plane, do you ask for coffee or tea?

anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?

first thing you’re doing in the purge?

do you think you’re dehydrated?

rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

your coffee order?

the veggie you dislike the most?

favorite disney movie?

favorite disney princess?

favorite tv-shows?

do you wear jewelry?

which do you find yourself using, american or british english?

would you say you have good taste in music?

how’s your spice tolerance?

what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

last meal on earth?

preferred pasta noodle?

ask me anything !

I hope you will all join me in the festivities! I can't wait to see you all for this kick-ass 2000's party !!!!

[burninface]

Gallaghers' memories about drawing their own family (+ two Milkoviches)

By 5 years old Fiona Gallagher, 1 April, 1995.

Monica came back home with her baby brother Lip and a huge box of markers, Fiona was happy and wanted to draw her family with them. After drawing her mom and brother, she realized that her parents had run off again, so she had to stop drawing and go get some food for herself and her brother. When she came back from the chores, she found Frank had pawned all the markers, only left a brown one.

By 5 years old Lip Gallagher, 23 January, 2000.

Lip couldn't stand his alcoholic father any more, so he copied the slogan from a magazine, trying to get Frank understand the dangers of drinking in the form of drawing, and Frank let out a laugh when he saw it. (Lip actually had better handwriting at age 5, but he was so angry when writing this.)

By 4 years old Ian Gallagher, 10 December, 2000.

Ian received a new box of crayons from his mom, and he used them to draw a family portrait. He tried his best to put Fiona, Lip, himself with his favorite G.I.Joe, mom and the baby was about to be out from her tummy in his drawing. He was going to be a big brother! He hated Frank, so he didn't draw him. The next morning he came downstairs, only to find that his drawing had been used by Frank as an ashtray.

By 6 years old Debbie Gallagher, 21 June, 2007.

This summer Lip and Ian stole some brushes and paints for Debbie, so Debbie used them to paint an elaborate family portrait. Shortly after she finished painting, Monica left again without saying goodbye, and Carl played pranks on her. She hated them both! She had to cross them both out of the painting.

By 6 years old Carl Gallagher, 5 March, 2008.

Carl's teacher asked them to draw a family portrait, and Carl's assignment got Fiona called to school. The teacher told her to pay more attentions on Carl's spelling skills and mental health.

By 5 years old Liam Gallagher, 11 November, 2015.

Some scribbles Liam left on a paper bag caught Fiona and Lip's attention, wondering if the coke he used to take had really done a permanent damage on his brain, causing him to have strange fantasies besides sleepwalking. They ultimately failed to understand what Liam had drawn.

By 5 years old Mickey Milkovich, 23 August, 1999.

After the game dodge the daggers, a proud Mickey endured the pain on his palm, drew a picture of his father rewarding him and his mother coming home. Unfortunately, Terry saw the picture, ripped it into half, and found Mickey to beat him up and told him never to get into any of this pussy stuff. At night Iggy accidentally found Mickey crying, so he stole a sticking tape for Mickey the next day.

By 5 years old Mandy Milkovich (and Mickey), 16 September, 2000.

Mandy wanted to draw a family portrait on a whim, but she couldn't remember what the other family members' faces looked like, and no one else was home except Mickey. So she pestered Mickey to help her draw her mom, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and forced Mickey to write her name on it. Mickey also helped her hide her work to avoid being found by Terry.

[mandiemegatron]

♡ 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 ♡

𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐜𝐢𝐬!𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥: 𝘛, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

❌️ 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵! 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘥𝘰 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵! ❌️

A/N: For @guilty-sugar , winner of my first milestone giveaway! My fellow heart pirate homie hopper asked for something soft and snuggly, so that's what you're gunna get! I love you so much my suga suga, I hope you enjoy! 💖💖💖💖💖💖

Passing through the icy, cold Seas, the Polar Tang hummed softly as she swam through the depths. It was early, too early, you thought to yourself as you shifted slightly again. 

While your body was exhausted from your long shift in the boiler room, content and warm in Penguins loving arms, your brain wouldn't stop running. Over and over, thinking stupid and mundane things; you sighed softly as your eyes slowly blinked open. 

Glaring at the darkness, you tried to let your eyes shut but they wouldn't, your lids snapping right back open to stare into the dark room. 

"... why are you thinking so loudly?" 

You winced sadly, frowning to yourself as you shuffled in your man's grasp, meeting his tired eyes. 

"I'm sorry, my love," you started, only to be cut off as he moved in and kissed you, his hand moving from your side to gently hold the back of your head. 

Your lids finally fell shut, a soft sigh leaving your nose as you kissed him back, curling your body into his comfortably. He pulled back after a moment and brushed his nose softly against yours, gently murmuring to you,

"Don't be sorry, my lovely Sugar… I was just teasing," His hand returned to your side and his thumb immediately began ghosting over your hip, his dark eyes watching you as you made yourself comfortable again. 

"Rude," you teased back just as gently, one hand brushing back hair from his face before resting on his chest. Your smile fell slowly, and you sighed again, chewing the corner of your bottom lip as you looked back up at him. 

"I just… I can't turn it off." 

Penguin gave you a small smile in return, leaning down to press a warm kiss to your forehead before he replied, 

"Want me to read to you? Or we could fuck? That always works," he purred, giving you a wolfish grin.

You snorted and hid a laugh behind your hand, rolling your eyes with a grin as you bit out, 

"No, you horn-dog, god-" 

He grinned and moved his hand up to dig his fingers into your side, pulling a laugh from you which he quickly shushed you, his grin unwavering as he replied, 

"Don't insult me when I'm trying to help you, that's so cruel babe!" 

Before you could respond, two upside-down heads came down from the top bunk, glaring at the both of you as Shachi snapped, 

"Can you bitches be silly somewhere else?" 

His partner agreed with a tired, "Yeah!" 

Penguin groaned and rolled his eyes, throwing up a middle finger he didn't care if they could see or not as he responded lightly, 

"Actually, no. Eat shit and ignore us." 

They both gave a sound of irritation and pulled back, the top bunk creaking slightly as they settled again. You gave Penguin a shocked look, but a grin was still present. He laughed softly and pressed another kiss to the side of your head before settling down against you.

"... is there anything I can do?" 

His words were so soft you almost didn't catch them, his breath toasty against your ear as his arms pulled you to him once again. You shook your head and yawned, blinking back blurry vision as you buried your face into his neck. 

"You do more than enough," you breathed back, shivering slightly as his fingers danced slowly up and down your back. "I love you." 

"I love you," his whisper was immediate, every ounce of love he had for you pouring into those three words. "So much."

It wasn't long until your breathing settled, a soft smile washing over Penguins face as he pressed his cheek into the side of your head. Never would he have thought that you coming onto the ship and changing the entire crew the way you had, that you would have looked at him and said, "That's the one I want." 

Penguin, the Heart Pirate, the North Blue-born boy, laid next to his lover, confused how he could ever be worthy of love like this. The wondrous simplicity of it all. 

He blinked tiredly as he yawned into your hair, letting his eyes finally fall shut as you began to snore softly. As always, only then would he feel safe knowing you were dreaming, hopefully of him.

He could wonder why you love him later. 

[croucify]

✶ surprise — hamzahthefantastic x reader

SUMMARY: hamzah attempts to surprise you on your birthday

A/N: an irl gave this idea after they told me they surprised their partner this way and i thought it was the cutest ever

your birthday hasn't been something you planned on celebrating each year. you thought it wasn't as big of a deal to consider each year as a milestone in your life and for you, it was also a waste of money and time planning a party, and sending invites, and overall it was just tiring.

but this year, your boyfriend, hamzah wanted that to change.

he was currently in your shared apartment, a baking video in the background while he had all the ingredients out with an apron tied around his body.

"hamzah, how many of these do you need?" martin asks as he pumps air into the balloon.

he thinks for a while, opening the cake mix's box. "maybe... about 8 or 10?"

after a while, martin had 5 balloons with air, and all that was left were the strings and the cake. hamzah on the other hand had replayed the video three times already with only the cake mix in his bowl, afraid to mess up the cake he was making for you.

"how many times are you gonna repeat this bro?" his friend teased as he tied the end of the balloon.

hamzah just rolled his eyes before cracking the eggs and pouring them into the bowl.

you'd be coming home soon and he was trying to rush the process of making the cake, the powdered batter scattering everywhere as he quickly mixed.

"fuck," he muttered to himself but still proceeded with baking the cake.

when martin finished with the balloon — even tying ribbons at where he tied them, hamzah was still mixing the cake batter.

"hamzah," martin called out for the curly-haired boy who was adding ingredients to the bowl. "i'm gonna go now, have to fetch mandy from work." he nodded at him.

"thanks for the help dude, seriously thank you." hamzah said with a genuine smile. when his friend left, he mixed the batter more before transferring it to a pan.

as soon as the cake was finished baking, he immediately took out the tray from the oven but with the temperature still being high, he burnt himself although he was wearing mittens.

he thought decorating the cake was going to be the easy part, considering the fact that he was just meant to spread icing and pour sprinkles but he still thought of writing a short note on the cake but as he was getting to the third letter, your keys were already jammed into the keyhole, opening the door to your apartment.

the counter was still messy with the spillage from earlier and the bowls and utensils he used, were scattered all over.

"shit, shit, shit!" he said as tried to tidy up the place but you've already stepped inside.

"hamzah is something," your head turns to where he was standing after you've taken off your shoes. your eyes fall on the cake that's on the counter and the piping bag in his hands. "oh my god." you try to hide your smile but with your boyfriend standing in front of you, with a horrified expression and a messy apron, you couldn't help it.

it was an image you wish you could've taken a photo off. he places the piping bag down the counter and tries his best to hide the cake by walking closer to you.

"okay, i know you hate birthdays but i wanted to surprise you this year. we've been together for uh... 3 years now? and take it as a gesture of love, please." he pleaded, eyes looking deeply into yours.

you step closer to him and place a hand on his cheek before pecking his lips. there's a smile on your face when you pull away which makes him less nervous. "this might just be the best birthday ever, hamzah." you tell him and his eyes widen in excitement.

you untie his apron, throwing it on the counter before wrapping your arms around him. the two of you hold each other for a while before he places a kiss on your temple and then speaks again.

"you also have balloons, martin blew them for me oh and, your cake only has the letters h and b because you arrived when i was starting on d."

✶ taglist — @cdbabymp3 @noturbabe22 @dabuggh3 @kingvioleta @tumb1rgir1z @mfcherry @ldrvinyl @certainfestivalnerdshepherd @seasidelily @jisyng @brucewaynegfreal LMK IF U WANNA BE ADDEDDD!!!

[atthedugouts]

First Date

Ian stood in the doorway watching Svetlana pull every outfit out of her closet. She would hold up a dress to her body and stare at the cracked mirror leaning against the wall make a disappointed face and throw said dress on the floor.

“What’s going on?” Ian asked.

Svetlana jumped from the sudden appearance of Ian.

“Go away carrot top,” Svetlana said, embarrassed about being caught.

Ian shrugs his shoulders and was about to head down the hall to his and Mickey’s room when the nervous Russian stopped him.

“Wait,” she motions for Ian to enter her room. “That blond you introduced from gay place.”

“Quinn from the LGBT center?” Ian confirmed.

“Yes, she asked out to Asian fusion restaurant.”

Ian lit up. Svetlana was asking for help getting ready for a date. New milestone in their friendship achieved.

“What do you normally wear on a first date?” Ian questioned. Svetlana looks down and blushes.

“I never been on date.”

“Never?” Ian asked shocked. Svetlana was a very pretty young woman. He can’t believe a guy has never took her on a date before.

“No idiot,” Svetlana snaps. “ people paid to have a night out with me before.”

“But how about when Mickey and you were engaged?”

Svetlana rolled her eyes.

“We didnt date. Just told to get married. I wouldn’t call it engagement.”

“Oh, right,” Ian said. “How about Nika?”

“We worked and then started fucking, no date,” Svetlana explains. “But you date yes?”

“Not really,” Ian answers. “I wouldn’t call being a side piece going on a date.”

“But you and Mickey?”

“He thinks first dates are cursed for us so technically we never had one,” Ian said with frustration in his voice that indicates that this was an ongoing conversation between the couple. “But we can figure it out together.”

Ian and Svetlana went through her clothes. Ian ended up FaceTiming Mandy and settled on a simple black dress.

Eventually the doorbell rang.

“How do I look?” Svetlana nervously asked Ian.

“Beautiful,” Ian compliments.

Svetlana kisses him on the cheek and goes out the door.

Ian felt the flutter in his chest he gets from helping people. He looks at his phone. Mickey was going to be home from work soon, picking up Yevgeny on his way who was spending the day with the Ball twins. Ian was excited to spend quality time with his two favorite people.

According to Mickey they’ve never been on a date. But Ian knows otherwise and that may just be a secret he keeps for himself.

[reasonsmandy]

The tension between us

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by @sarnbarnes — one where the reader is Billy’s wife except they actually leave his ass

✧.* summary — Your marriage was not being the best of things, the truth is that you fell into comfort and that love was slipping away. But at the same time that you felt rejected by your husband, a new love was born.

✧.* warnings — mention of cheating, reader and eddie having an affair.

✧.* word count — 2.4k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — This is definitely one of my favorites, And I loved having the chance to be able to give a decent ending to my favorite friend duo (Eddie and Warren). I didn't have time to proofread this one so there may be some grammatical errors.

When you met Billy Dunne your eyes would not look to another, not even your heart had another owner and as soon as you started dating you were sure you wanted to be his wife to be by his side forever. Well, but that's what passion does to people, you were blind with love and he had no flaws for you.

But over time Billy drifted away, he only thought about his songs and that was okay, the fact that he made music had never been something to hurt you, until it got too extreme. You barely saw your husband, and spent the day alone at home since the rest of the band was with him. You felt even more lonely each day passed, and the fact that you weren't in your hometown, and you didn't know many people around LA made things even worse.

And whether you wanted it or not, you also felt unwanted, you were more and more sidelined by Billy. He didn't hug you anymore, he didn't kiss you, your self-esteem began to be affected and with that your daily life became depressing. And the worst part is Billy hadn't noticed a thing.

But Eddie did notice, he noticed everything to do with you, he always had. You were the most amazing person to him, he felt his heart skip beats every time he heard your voice in the morning, butterflies rose in his stomach when he saw you smile, and to see that it didn't happen so often anymore broke his heart.

He knew Billy could be an asshole, and he didn't understand how he had the courage to leave you aside, how he had the courage to have you close every day and not give you love and affection, he got frustrated just thinking he didn't treat you well.

Soon Daisy Jones and the six would be performing at Chicago Stadium, this was going to be a huge milestone for the band and everyone was excited, well... That's what it looked like to the audience. You felt that something was wrong, and you knew very well how your husband felt about Daisy, you didn't understand exactly how you felt about all this, how were your thoughts on the fact that your husband was in love with another, but deep down you didn't blame Billy because you felt something for someone else too.

You and Eddie had something unspoken between you, a feeling that was there but neither of you had the courage to name it, a sexual tension that you both urgently wanted to end but with every second you spent together, with every exchange of glances, with every smile at each other, it grew and became insatiable.

"What's a beauty like you doing alone here, uh?" Eddie says getting inside your room, wrapping his arms around your waist, because of the scare you stiff but soon your body relaxes with his touch.

"Eddie, you know we can't…" you sigh, feeling his hands on your body, feeling cherished after so long.

"Hey, don't worry about anything." The blonde says, brushing your hair off your neck, kissing it. "You know when it's you and me, the world doesn't matter."

You turn to look into his eyes, without saying anything you kiss him intensely, he soon reciprocates, holding you close to him as if he wanted to undo all the time you spent apart, as if he was rewarding every second he saw you and couldn't have you.

You kissed trying to get rid of that tension between you, even though you knew that no matter how hard you tried it wouldn't go away until you stopped hiding what you felt from everyone. Eddie made you feel loved, cared and wanted, he had ignited something in you that you had never felt before, not even with Billy.

"I don't know how to stay away from you." He whispers after the kiss, taking other kisses to your neck, he feels a shiver down his spine hearing you sigh at the contact.

"So don't, please." You ask, in your voice not just a request but a revelation of your desires, you wanted him.

You knew that your affair with Roundtree wasn't what made you unfaithful to Billy, you knew you'd been unfaithful to each other for so long, that your affair with the bassist wasn't the beginning of chaos in your relationship. The hard thing was that Billy pretended, he convinced himself that nothing was going on, that everything would be fine if he didn't admit things to you and to himself. You both knew it was over, well at least you were sure of it.

"I have something to tell you." He says holding you tighter, kissing your naked shoulder as you cuddle under the sheets.

"I'm listening." You say closing your eyes, feeling his lips on your skin.

"I'm quitting the band." He says, making your body freeze you break the hug looking at him worried.

"What?" You question.

Noticing the look of the man on your breasts you arch your eyebrows covering it with the covers.

"My eyes are up here!" You laugh, rolling your eyes.

"My bad." He laughs, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "After what he did in Pittsburgh, I just can't do it anymore pretty girl."

"I understand you, I really do but…" You say, worried about him. "What about Warren? Graham, Karen and even Daisy? I know Billy sucks, trust me I really do! But… don't let him ruin this for you."

"He's already ruined it for me" Eddie sits up in bed, you can see his set face and your chest tightens at the thought of having him gone.

"So you're leaving…" Your voice barely came out, you would miss him so much.

"Come with me." He says after a few minutes have passed in silence, you feel a chill run down your spine and bring your eyes to his in disbelief.

"Eddie…" You start to say but he cuts you off, holding your hands.

"I'm being serious! He doesn't deserve you, my love. Can't you understand that?" He looked frustrated. "I don't want to be away from you and I know you don't either! Don't lie to yourself, you feel what I feel too, I know you do."

You laughed, feeling some tears fall from your eyes, you knew he was right and the thought of having him away was something you couldn't accept, maybe this was finally the time you were going to do something for yourself, maybe that was the time you'd leave Billy to be honest with your feelings.

"You don't need to give me an answer right now" Roundtree comforts you, holding your hands."Tomorrow I'm not going with the band to the next destination, today is my last show. If you want to go with me, if you want to give me a chance... Meet me tomorrow before the bus leaves, at my bedroom door."

He gets up from the bed, pulling on his clothes. Then he approaches you, placing a kiss on your lips, before leaving he stops at the door.

"No matter what you choose, nothing will change how I feel about you." He says making the butterflies in your stomach dance. "See you tonight."

…

Billy looked stunned when he walked into the two of you's room, it had been a few hours since Eddie left so you were alone reading a book waiting for him to come. You close the book taking your gaze to him, not knowing if it would be a good idea to talk to him.

The older Dunne walks over to you, kissing your cheek as a way of saying hi, it was the first time you've seen each other today.

"How were rehearsals?" You ask, he just shakes his head and sighs. "What's bothering you Billy?"

"Don't worry Y/N, it's nothing." He avoided looking at you, like he was dealing with a thousand things on his mind.

"I do worry, you don't have to hide things from me…" Although things between you were not the same, seeing a person dear to you badly was not a pleasant thing.

Billy sighs frustrated, he takes his hands to his long hair, as if he brushes the strands in front of his eyes his thoughts become clearer. He looked at you with teary eyes, his feelings were very intense and you could tell it was consuming him.

"You must know that things between the two of us are not the same Billy…" You say catching Dunne's attention. "But we used to always listen to each other, I'm still here for you."

"She drives me crazy, she brings out something in me that I didn't even know existed." He says, referring to Daisy. "I'm sorry for collapsing to you, I know I should be a better husband that I'm failing you but"

"Don't say anything, it's fine." He looks at you confused after hearing your words. "I'm serious, I know things like this we can't control, we can't choose who happens to and how we feel about people… And if that didn't happen to us, I won't stop you from being happy."

"I loved you, really... You know that right?" He looked at you, he looked sincere and you believed his words.

"I loved you too, a lot." You chuckled, a little emotional over that conversation. "And that's why I want to see you well, and if she makes you feel that warmth in your chest, that passion... Don't hold back, baby."

"Thanks for that, I don't deserve someone like you" He hugs you, and you finally feel that this cycle has ended.

…

The show had been intense, that was the only word you had to describe it. Warren always looked like he was having the best day of his life and it broke your heart to think what his reaction would be to Eddie leaving, Karen and Graham didn't look at each other often which made you pensive, he looked upset as if his thoughts were elsewhere and Karen was off… you could just tell. Daisy and Billy were in perfect sync as always, it was wonderful to experience them both on stage.

Despite the crowded crowd, Roundtree's eyes were only focused on you, that last show was the end of a big cycle but the beginning of something that enchanted the blonde, he was afraid that you wouldn't accept his invitation but while Daisy sang Two against three and he played exchanging glances with you,he was sure. No matter what his choice was, no matter what his fate was tomorrow, everything he lived through was worth it because he met you.

It was about time to pack things to go, Eddie was holding his bass and a suitcase packed, he sat on his bed staring at the door, he couldn't lie his heart was almost out of his chest as he waited for you to arrive, he tapped his foot on the floor unable to stop thinking about you. His eyes darted between the door and the clock on the wall.

You had woken up early, hitting the right side of the bed you didn't find your husband there, you thought maybe he could have woken up earlier. Anyway your heart raced, it was time to tell him you wanted to break up, after so much time together thinking about it was almost unreal. You sit on the bed, listening to the door open as instantly, Billy walks into the room with a smile on his face.

"Good morning smiling boy." You say making him laugh, he approaches the bed and sits next to you.

"Good morning doll." He says holding your hands.

"Wow, It's been a long time since you called me that huh?" He nods laughing with you, you hug him. "We need to talk."

"I'm listening." Billy says, breaking free from the embrace.

"I think it's time we end this." You finally say, as if a weight has lifted from you. "I want you to know that I am very grateful for everything we've lived together, for the life I had with you. Thank you, baby."

"Thank you for so much, you made my life something extremely special" He thanked you.

You get up picking up the bags you had sorted out last night, he arches his brow curiously.

"We're only out of here in an hour..." He says, watching you. You smile.

"I'm not going with you, it's time to end the cycle." A few tears escaped your eyes, emotion filled your heart. "I already said goodbye to everyone, I just needed to talk to you."

"I see…" He stands up, hugging you tightly. "Take care, and if you need anything… count on me."

"Always."

…

Roundtree was still staring at the door, as the second hand ticked by, his heart clenched at the thought that maybe you wouldn't make it. The doorknob turned, he got up running to the door anxiously.

"Warren?" Eddie says when he sees the drummer on the other side of the door.

"You were leaving without saying goodbye?" He looked sad, something that messed with the blonde.

"I was going to talk to you outside..." Eddie starts to say but the drummer cuts him off.

"Don't need to lie hermano." Rojas takes his gaze to the ground. "I guess I was wrong to think this would be forever."

"Maybe the band won't last forever, but our friendship will." Eddie hugs his friend tightly and he reciprocates.

"Always count on me bro!" He says patting his back, disentangling himself from the hug, he turns to face you holding your bags.

"Hi." You smile a little shyly, the drummer takes his eyes to your bags, then opens a smile.

"I knew it! You are made for each other." Warren smiles, moving closer to you and kissing your head as a way of saying goodbye. "Keep in touch alright? You two!" He says waking away, leaving you two alone.

When Warren is no longer in your sight, Eddie hugs you tightly and you hold him like a treasure.

"You came..." He whispers next to your ear.

"Of course I came, I don't want to live without you." You say, kissing the blonde's lips for a long time.

"And you won't have to." He places several kisses on your face making you giggle. "Now it's you and me forever, pretty girl, and no Billy fucking Dunne to ruin things"

"Eddie!" You say slapping him on the arm and he laughs.

"What? is the truth!" He says, shrugging.

"Just shut up and kiss me." You say, and soon he closes the space between you with a passionate kiss.

...

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[jesterwriting]

JESTER MY DEAREST !!! I am SO excited for you that you've hit 200 followers, you absolutely deserve them AND MORE !!

If I may please request for your milestone event, Law with G/N or AFAB Reader with Dangerous Thing 😭😭😭💖💖💖 IF POSSIBLE, thank you sm for everything you do, you are integral to this fandom 💖💖💖💖💖

Congrats again you wicked awesome mofo 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

pairings: mad scientist!law x assistant!reader

word count: 2.2k words

contents: DARK CONTENT AHOY!! reanimator au, modern au, dead bodies, desecrating graves, manslaughter, codependency, unhinged!law, gore, horror elements, toxic relationships, quick mention of experimentation on animals

note: HAIII MANDIE <33 TYSM IM SO EXCITED :33 okay so. i had reanimator on the brain when i listened to a dangerous thing to start planning this request and got absolutely POSSESSED. this is definitely very spooky, even though halloween is over. i hope you enjoy <33

playlist: a dangerous thing - aurora

“Something about you is soft like an angel, and something inside you is violence and danger. I knew from the moment we met, you are a dangerous thing.”

written for 200 followers event!!

How did it come to this?

Dirt was everywhere; in your shoes, between your fingernails, in your hair. You sighed and shook your head, watching a few chunks crumble to the ground. Setting your shovel to the side, you hefted your wheelbarrow up, and wheeled it inside. It was heavy thanks to the corpse that weighed it down. Dead weight was easier to manage in your head, especially when it was already stiff with rigor mortis.

Even underneath the tarp, you could almost see its glassy eyes staring up at you. Law would tell you that you were being illogical. It wasn’t even alive, how could it bother you? What you should really be afraid of was the inevitable rampage it’d go on if he didn’t strap it down before administering his reagent. Something about being dead really made one grumpy when they woke back up again. Maybe there was an afterlife, and it was just that good that people were furious when they woke up, half rotted, in a random man’s basement.

To be entirely honest, you couldn’t blame them for being pissed off when in Law’s presence. He seemed to have a knack for that.

A bit of anxiety wormed its way into your gut, squirming uncomfortably. Desecrating graves was not your favorite way to spend your Saturday, but when Law caught wind of an untimely death on the news, his mind was working a mile a minute. It was suffocation, no damage to the body, only a lack of oxygen to the brain. In his words, it was the perfect corpse for reanimation. It was a shame he had to wait for the body to be buried before he could get his hands on it, Law would have preferred it to be fresh.

“I’m home,” You called once you crossed the threshold, unsurprised when you got no response. You had been living with Law for six months now. Moving in had been his idea. If you were going to be his assistant, it was better to have you close, and you, so blinded by your infatuation for him, agreed readily.

The wheelbarrow squeaked as you pushed it further into the living room, down the hall, and then down the basement stairs where Law waited. His laboratory was brighter than necessary. He installed fluorescent bulbs into the light fixtures to mimic a hospital setting. You didn’t know why he felt this was so important, if you had to guess, maybe it made him feel more professional while he carved into the corpses you brought home. They were mostly animals, though on the occasion, like now, the two of you got lucky enough to host human subjects.

The room stank of blood, rot, and chemicals. You wrinkled your nose, carefully maneuvering your charge down the concrete steps. Law barely spared you a glance, looking up from his microscope before he slipped on his lab coat and covered his tattooed hands with rubber gloves. You quickly followed suit. He could be impatient at times, especially when he was excited to get started, and you would rather not get snapped at so late at night.

“This is the right one?” Law pulled back the tarp to get a good look at the body. It was dressed in a suit, arms crossed over its chest. He gave it a once over, searching for any signs of damage from the trek over, thankfully finding none. “You did well, thank you.”

Your heart swelled under the rare praise, a warm blush heating your cheeks. “I sure hope it's the right one because I’m not digging up another grave tonight.”

“You will if I ask you too,” Law said, and you didn’t bother to argue because you knew he was right. You were weak when it came to him.

No words were spoken as you worked in tandem with each other. Law linked his arms under the body’s armpits and you grabbed it by the ankles, heaving it onto the metal table. Its limbs were stiff, locked in one position. When it was reanimated, there was a significant chance it wouldn’t be able to move. Neither of you wanted to take that chance, though. Not again, at least. A black eye and a concussion were enough to keep the two of you sticking to protocol from then on.

Law left you to strap it down to dig through the refrigerator for his reagent, a green fluid glowing under the fluorescent lights. You couldn’t get its arms uncrossed, so you focused on buckling the leather straps across its waist, legs, and forehead. The dead were strong, abnormally so. If you weren’t careful, the corpse would break free and end up destroying the lab. Then, you’d be stuck living with a pissed off Law for the next month. Which you would rather not deal with. He was already cold, but whatever slivers of softness that shone through would dissipate completely.

Once you were done, Law filled the syringe with his reagent, flicking it a few times to rid it of air. He tilted the corpse’s head to the side to get access to the brainstem, then shoved the needle into the base of its skull. You watched the reagent leaked into its brain, and waited for the inevitable. No matter how many times you watched reanimation happen, you could never rid yourself of the sick feeling in your gut.

First, its fingers twitched. It was a barely noticeable movement, fingertips barely lifting off the table. Then, its eyes shot open, bloodshot and angry. Its back arched off the table as it fought against the restraints, mouth open in a soundless scream. You heard a pop, and watched its jaw unhinged, a horrible wail finally echoing through the enclosed space. Blood poured from the corners of its mouth onto the floor.

Bile rose in your throat, threatening to spew across Law’s pristine laboratory. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened. You had hosed the remnants of your dinner into the drain in the middle of the floor along with bits of viscera on previous nights.

Law sighed and crossed his arms. “I knew this one wouldn’t be fresh enough for any new data.”

Still, he performed his usual duties, checking for pupil dilation, recognition of its name, and other signs of life before he flopped into his chair and scribbled furiously into his notebook. All the while, the corpse screamed. If this kept up, your neighbors would complain again and you would have to deal with placating Law’s landlord again.

As his assistant, you took care of most day to day duties. When it came to the dead, Law was in his element. With the living, however, he was lost. That was where you came in. You knew he needed you, almost as bad as you needed him. Without you, he would have been arrested months ago, though he only showed his pleasure through pats on the head or the occasional softening of his eyes. It was better than anyone else ever got from him.

It made you feel special.

“You’re still here?” Law looked up from his notebook, golden eyes focused on you. He stood and ruffled your hair, a hint of fondness in his gaze. “Go get some rest, I’ll clean up once I finish with my notes.”

“Shouldn’t you… you know?” You gestured to the corpse convulsing on the table. “It’s making a lot of noise, and I really don’t want to deal with the landlord tonight.”

Almost on cue, the front door slammed open. Your landlord had a key to the house, one he threatened to use on more than one occasion if he got any more noise complaints. You guessed this was the final straw.

It wasn’t until the stomping footsteps got closer to the basement did the reality of your situation hit. There was a man in your house who was going to discover you and the man you loved standing next to a reanimated corpse that would not stop fucking screaming. You would never see Law again. At least, not with you both in prison. You kicked the metal table in frustration, hoping the gesture would shut the corpse up. It did nothing but cause a loud bang and draw your landlord closer.

“Feel better, Y/N-ya?” Even though his tone was condescending, there was a glimmer of panic in Law’s expression.

If he put the corpse down now, your landlord would still find you with a dead body strapped to a medical table. There was no way to win in this situation. Unable to think straight through the haze of adrenaline, you decided it would be best to drive a scalpel into the back of its head, silencing it permanently yet again.

You hoped it would be able to find peace.

“Shut up, Law.” You rushed past him, hoping to beat your landlord to the stairs, only to see him standing in the doorway.

He marched down to meet you, his face twisted in rage. “You're lucky I don’t call the damn cops. How many times have I warned you to keep your sick sexual activities to yourself?”

Your landlord made it about halfway into the basement before he froze, eyes trained on the now quiet corpse. His mouth flopped open. Law was shaking, genuine fear apparent on his face. You had never seen him afraid, and it made you hate your landlord for ruining everything. There wasn’t much you had in life except for Law. You didn’t know what you would do if you lost him.

Time seemed to slow down. You watched your landlord turn on his heel, prepared to run back upstairs. On all fours, you lunged forward and wrapped your fingers around his ankle, yanking him down the steps. He collapsed inward, his forehead bouncing off the concrete with a loud ‘crack!’ You could smell the blood before you saw it, the man’s body crashing down towards you. Flattening yourself to the floor, your landlord’s weight crushed you before he reached the bottom. This time the back of his head slammed against the far wall, leaving behind a bloody stain. If you looked closely, you could see chunks of skin, hair, and brain matter in it.

“Is he dead?” It didn’t sound like it was your voice talking.

Law’s terror was replaced with barely contained excitement as he examined your landlord. First, he checked his radial artery, then his carotid. When he turned to you, a smirk firmly in place, your blood ran cold.

“He’s dead,” Law confirmed.

You couldn’t stop shaking. “I-I didn’t mean to.”

Placing his palms against your face, Law’s eyes were unwavering. His thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your cheekbones. “You did good. This is the freshest body I could have hoped for, aside from killing one myself. Now, I can get the results I need.”

So cold. You were so cold. Unable to keep from shivering, you curled your knees up to your chest. Law pressed a recorder into your hands and gave you a smile that would have been reassuring if it wasn’t for the grim mania settled in it.

“I need you to record.” Your fingers pressed the button of their own accord and Law patted your head as praise.

“Administering my reagent now,” He said. Just as before, Law tilted your landlord’s head so he had access to the brainstem before injecting him with the green fluid.

“Five seconds, no response.”

It was so quiet, you could hear your own heart pounding.

“Ten seconds, no response.”

You saw a fingertip twitch upward. Law must have seen it too because his grin was a gash across his normally stoic features.

“Fifteen seconds, reanimation begins.”

Your landlord howled, body convulsing and twisting. Before you could blink, he punched Law in the mouth, sending him reeling. Blood trickled from his split lip as he scurried away. When he saw you, still hyperventilating on the steps, he tossed his lab coat over your landlord’s head and crawled in between you and the rampaging corpse.

Your landlord roared, halfway between a scream and a sob. You were scared he would continue his rampage like other subjects. To your surprise, he curled himself into the corner, rocking back forth as he cried. Distantly, you decided he had the right idea. All you wanted to do right now was cry.

Law made his his up the stairs to you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. He was chuckling while he cradled you against him with bloodied hands. His fingers left deep red smears across your face as he wiped away your tears.

“You’re in shock, but I need you to do one more thing and then I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He gently took the recorder from your hands and replaced it with his cellphone. “Call the authorities and tell them we were attacked in our home. The basement was off limits and we found this. Tell them that our landlord went crazy and attacked us.” When you gave him a shaky nod, he pressed his forehead against yours. Repeat it back for me.”

“Found something weird in our basement. Wh-When we asked, our landlord snapped and attacked us.”

Law’s eyes softened. “Good enough.”

It was a lucky thing for Trafalgar Law that you always did as you were told.

[stargazingsims]

Pear and Mandy are such a handful...but sometimes I feel like I'm doing it right. Am I doing it right? Are they reaching their milestones on schedule...am I good at this?

I'm so freaking tired!

[simmisstrait]

#89 We are Half ways✾ Posepack ✾

Also time for new things in this year is that I do some small parts.

These Posepacks consist of 6 parts and today the fifht one has been released:

                            -- I am 28 weeks Pregnant!   --

| Part : 5/6 |

Included:

● 10 Poses

Infomation:

Reminder: Every Sims is different, so the curve of the belly may be different than in my photo.

● Pregnancy (Semester 2/3)

You'll need:

∙ Andrew’s Pose Player

∙ Teleport Any Sim

∙ (Symphony) CUP CIRCLE ACC

∙ [simsxen] a day in bed - blanket

∙ [Simtographies] Child book acc V2 - NEW MESH

∙ IPHONE 11 PRO MAX

∙ Fitness ball bigger

∙ [mikrosimsmos] - pregnancy milestone card acc

∙ [lilalmondsim] Maternity-parenthood books

DL

T.O.U

● Do not reupload

● Do not claim as your own

● Don't re-upload.

● Don't Copy

@ts4-poses  @sssvitlanz @love4sims4 @emilyccfinds @maxismatchccworld @mandy-ccfinds @itsjessicaccfinds @nolan-sims-ccfinds

I really would like to see if you use my poses ! 

So tag me at tumblr and instagram (@simmisstrait)

[moonyasnow]

My OCs in Pokémon

You ever just stay up until 03:20 making Pokémon teams for your OCs? I sure did that

SO yeah. I have nothing else I wanna say I'm pretty happy I finally made Partitions for the ones who didn't have ones already tho!

Tomoe

Decidueye - Takumi Ninetails - Sen Claydol - Tokiwa Frosslass - Yukiko Bronzong - Rin Empoleon - Fuyunoou

Irina

Mimikyu - Mimi Lopunny - Cookie Goodra - Lammy Pyukumuku - Toto Ditto - Dee Bewear - Fuzzy

Spike

Primape - Champ Zebstraika - Zebby Mandibuzz - Mandy Obstagoon - Ogie Appletun - Peppa Tinkaton -Tina

Junia

Audino - Pinky Maractus - Miranda Gourgeist - Boo Wobbuffet - Laura Liepard - Monica Haunter - Spooky

Lisle

Eldegoss - Lucrezia Solrock - Solomon Milotic - Exalt Sableye - Sabrina Gogoat - Crassus Absol - Avalon

Veronica

Gallade - Knight Houndoom - Beast Beedril - Sargeant Leavanny - Architect Gothitelle - Duchess Umbreon - Stalker

Victor

Typhlosion - Nero Houndstone - Austin Vespiquen - Vidara Vileplume - Volo Reuniclus - Silas Espeon - Noctis

Artemisia

Swanna - Bernadetta Aurorus - Berenice Musharna - Mona Frillish - Ludwig Cinccino - Charlotte Oricorio - Linora

Also tomorrow is my birthday!

Hasn't really sunk in yet It's gonna be a big milestone year for me but I don't FEEL any older than I did last year

Tag list:

@another-random-paradise @thehollowwriter @faefum @cactus13-rolloflammesimp

[chrissiewatts]

Happy New Year! 🤍

So I reached a pretty big milestone a few weeks ago hitting 1k followers - and they’re not all p*rn bots (yes, I checked!)

2022 had a lot of big changes in my life which meant I wasn’t online as much but I am very thankful for all the lovely people who continue to follow me and reblog my silly little gifs. It doesn’t go unnoticed, especially in the current tumblr economy.

I didn’t want to let the milestone pass without marking it somehow so I’ve done a little poll which you can find here - pls pls pls vote for your fave shows and I will gif the top 5.

Huge shout-out as well to all my cherished mutuals - whether or not we interact much or if you forgot you even follow me I am still very grateful for you all 🤍🤍🤍 :

@accordinglyskeptical @actuallysara @aimeegbbs @anewhope @anthonybridgertonn @avalance  @bakerolivia  @beccs  @benjiwyatt  @brittas-perry  @brooksdavis @buckleys-diaz @capseycartwright @castlesrichards  @charitydingle  @chelseaperetti  @danieljradcliffe  @daydreamingduckling @devildrusje @dingleminyard  @donnaamoss   @dramatical @eddiediaaz  @escapingreality51 @firequeers @gownegirl @isabellaofparma @itwasjustmisplaced @jackharlows  @jakeperalta @jasminesnaylor @jeschastain @jynerso @kellykadesperate @kieumy @kindofspecificstore @leightonmurrayy @lexishowrd @lovesicklibra @madsbuckley @mae-martin @mandy-lane  @manny-jacinto @marksloan @mattel @maxbegone @maygrant @mikhaailo @montygreen @mulderscully @natalia-dyer @nathanbyrne @nelsonnicks @nessa007 @nick-nellson @noahreids @noramachwitz @rafael-silva @ratchet @rooftopprendezvous @roseapothecary @rosedavid @rosesau @scullay @sharon-carter @sharonfieldstone @shegos @shoutdontwhisper @softdavidrose @solacedaniel @summercohen @staarfires @thisdamndesire @trueloveistreacherous @tylerkennedys @tylrgalpins @typicaltk @usermaxie @wenclair @wheelernancy @wholove @wyattknopes 

[oh-my-damn]

Can I borrow one of your glitter pens ☺️

Yes of course you can honey !!

Do you like green?

Let's go with green!

Sneak peek of Enigma under the cut (brothersbestfriend!biker!ari x innocent!reader)

You find Ari in the garage, hunched over while working on his bike. Your fingers grip the sleeves of your shirt nervously, your steps tentative as you walk closer.

"Ari?" You ask timidly, taking small steps until you're right beside him.

"Mmh?" Ari hums, keeping his eyes on the Harley in front of him. His large hand grips a tool to tighten a bolt, his shoulder length hair covering his eyes as he focuses on the task at hand.

"Can I ask you something?"

Ari hums again, his eyes not lifting to look at you as he replies, "Go ahead, pixie. What's up?"

You hesitate for a moment, shifting on your feet as the nerves swirl through you. You glance around the garage, double checking that no one else is here, before you whisper, "It's uh.. It's about.. Sex.."

That catches his attention.

Ari's hand freezes before he looks up, cerulean eyes meeting your own. His brows furrow in a question, his broad back straightening so he can look down at you. You crane your neck to meet his eyes, eyes staying wide as saucers.

"What?"

"It's uh," you stammer, looking away to gather your thoughts, "It's about.. Sex. I have a question about sex."

Ari lets out a huffed breath, one large hand running through his chestnut locks to brush them out of his face. You look back to meet his intense gaze, your teeth digging into your bottom lip nervously.

"What about sex, pixie?"

Your heartrate picks up, beating nervously against your ribcage as you do your best to meet his intimidating stare.

"I wanted to.. Uhm, I wanted to ask you a few things about.. Like, uh, what's it like? What-how does it work?"

[follow-up-news]

The Food and Drug Administration on Monday approved a Pfizer vaccine that aims to protect newborns against RSV by vaccinating pregnant people in the latter part of pregnancy. The vaccine, Abrysvo, has also been approved for use in adults 60 and older to protect them against respiratory syncytial virus. “Abrysvo’s approval as the first and only maternal immunization to help protect newborns immediately at birth through six months from RSV marks a significant milestone for the scientific community and for public health,” Annaliesa Anderson, Pfizer’s senior vice president and chief scientific officer for vaccine research and development, said in a statement. Before Abrysvo can begin to be used in pregnant people, the Advisory Committee on Immunization Practices, which helps the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention set vaccination policy, must recommend the vaccine, and CDC Director Mandy Cohen must accept that recommendation. She is widely expected to do so.

[greatgreenwelshadventures]

Today we took delivery of 8000 litres of loamy topsoil and after emptying one bag (60 hand bucket loads!) into the first of the beds and top dressing with compost, we were able to plant my 50th Birthday grapevine! A gift from Mandy and Jay and the girls.

The Suffolk vine should produce seedless red grapes within a couple of years suitable for eating, juice and wine! 🍇 🍷

It's quite a milestone.... there is still plenty to do but the polycrub is officially open for business 😍

[atomic-taco-muffin]

In the group chat (so mostly just usernames):

Wonder Tweek (Super Hero Tweek): Dear All,

I saw a mouse, where? there in the meeeting room, there in the meeting room right there, etc etc...His name is Malcom and although he is very cute I'm afraid he cannot stay so we need to put some traps down. Also please make sure no food is left out for him particularly large pieces of cake! I'm not imagining this as Tupperware, Mysterion and New-Kid also saw him albeit rather briefly

Fastpass( Superhero Jimmy): Let’s get him!

Call girl (Superhero Wendy): I'm not sure which is more worrying. The mouse in the meeting room, or that Tweek needs reassurance that he's not seeing imaginary critters

Mosquito (superhero Clyde): I say we catch him alive and fatten him up for the next milestone feast...

Fastpass: MMMMMMMmmmmmmm Chicken

Death Girl (super Hero Mandy): I almost stepped on him last week

Super-Craig (Superhero Craig): Lets catch him and keep him as a pet. Failing that I could use him as a friend to keep Stripe company.

Mysterion (Superhero Kenny): Leave the mouse alone. He wont hurt ya

Tupperware (Superhero Tolkien): Let's make our next game about him. Malcolm the MF Mouse...

Human-Kite (Superhero Kyle): So that's who's been stinkey'n up the loo and not turning the fan on!!! Of course! He cant reach the fan!

Tool-Shed (Superhero Stan): Nor can he aim, apparently.

Fastpass: Let get the little furry Fuck.

Call-Girl : We can always get a mouse-friendly trap rather than a snappy trap...Although where to dump him when he's caught....?

Yes

[reasonsmandy]

Private Drum Lessons

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — ¹ omg can you do prompts 50, 11, and 23 for our fav drummer warren rojas? ² I really like your works. And I see you're taking a request. I would like to see Warren Rojas x Reader with prompt number 50. Thank you.🫶🏼

✧.* summary — You had only one rule in place for yourself: Don't get romantically involved with anyone you work with. However, Warren Rojas made you change all your plans.

✧.* warnings — slightly smut content. MINORS DNI

✧.* word count — 4.0k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — You have no idea how much I loved writing this, now i want a "forbidden" romance with my favorite drummer.

You tried your best to keep your relationships with any band you managed strictly professional, you had already had many negative experiences in this environment, even more so for being a woman in it. So your best decision was never to mix any relationship to avoid future problems, but Warren Rojas changed everything.

When you first met Warren, you were struck by his talent and charisma. When you agreed to manage the band, you already had great ideas for the tour, they were the most famous band at the moment and having them as clients was a huge milestone for your career. You knew that it was important to maintain a professional relationship with all of the members, but there was something about Rojas that made it difficult to keep things strictly business.

The invitation to work with them came from Daisy, she had heard about your work from Simone and was delighted with what you had done on other projects of yours, Billy was reluctant at first but after getting to know your work he accepted.

You scheduled a meeting with the whole band to decide the main concept of the tour and the musicians' wishes regarding it, and that was the day you met Warren Rojas.

At your first meeting, you tried to ignore the flutter in your stomach as Warren introduced himself. He was handsome and charming, with a mischievous glint in his eye that made your heart skip a beat. You tried to focus on the task at hand, discussing the band's upcoming tour and the logistics involved, but every time the drummer spoke, you found yourself getting lost in his voice.

You immediately tried to remember all your principles regarding your work, it was difficult to keep your attention on the plans and write everything down correctly, because for some reason every time he smiled you felt a shiver on your whole body. He seemed to notice this because whenever he looked at you he would smile with his tongue between his teeth, a classic way he used to flirt without any words.

But that wasn't the first time he had seen you, in fact he had watched you since the first time you got to know the band's sound on live. Daisy called you on the phone and said that they were interested in having you as their manager, you clearly knew who they were, but you pretended you didn't and said that before accepting you would have to see a rehearsal of them to know if the band was your profile.

So that day was the first time Warren saw you, he was struck by your beauty. You were standing at the side of the stage, clipboard in hand, watching the band's soundcheck with a critical eye. Your pretty hair cascaded over your shoulders, and your eyes were being illuminated by the sunlight.

Warren couldn't help but feel a flutter in his stomach as he watched you move gracefully across the stage, making notes on your clipboard. He had always been drawn to strong, confident women, and you exuded that in spades.

He had heard that you were the new manager for the band, but he hadn't had a chance to talk to you yet. He wondered if you would be interested in him, if you felt the same attraction that he did. Billy was always very stressed when they had to present to anyone, and with that he was bizarrely more demanding of everyone, so that day he could only watch you from afar thinking about how your voice would sound, and looking forward to having a conversation with you.

…

Despite your best efforts to maintain a professional distance from Warren, you found yourself increasingly drawn to him. There was something about the way he played the drums, the way his body moved to the rhythm of the music, the way he always made funny faces while playing 'Aurora', the way he loved playing with the sticks drawing your attention to the agility of his fingers, that sent shivers down your spine.

You tried to focus on your job as the band's manager, but you couldn't help stealing glances at Rojas whenever he was around. He seemed to sense your attraction to him, and he began to flirt with you shamelessly, always finding a way to be close to you. And fucking hell you loved it.

The way your name sounded on his lips made you imagine how it would sound under different circumstances, you couldn't help but picture different scenarios with the drummer. Every time he got close you wanted to feel his touch, feel his lips against your skin, and it was driving you crazy more and more.

You kept trying to resist his charms, reminding yourself that getting involved with a band member was a terrible idea. But as the weeks went by, you found it harder and harder to ignore the chemistry between you two.

…

They were performing the second show, you could hear the crowd cheering and applauding. One by one they came in to thank everyone and say their goodbyes. When they came backstage and you greeted them with a big smile and said "Congratulations, you killed it!" to each one of them.

Billy didn't take long to retire to his bus, Daisy called you to the party but you said you had a lot to get ready for the next trip and maybe next time you would go, you saw Eddie, Graham and Karen leave with the redhead and you said a quick goodbye to them.

While you were trying to focus on getting things in place, the presence of the drummer didn't allow you to concentrate, you could feel his gaze on your every move which made you get goosebumps. You gather your courage and turn to face him, hands on your hips and eyebrow arched.

"Can I help you with something Warren?" You ask, trying to maintain your composure but now you face him you notice how handsome he looked that night.

"Why are you running away from me?" He asks without presumption, causing you to be caught unnoticed.

You try to keep your voice steady as you speak to him, but you can feel the desire building inside you.

"I'm not running away from you, Warren. I'm just trying to do my job." You try to keep calm, but with each step he takes closer to you, you shiver.

"Come on, Y/N. You can't deny that there's something here. I can feel it every time we're in the same room." He got closer, and this time you didn't try to get away from him anymore, you couldn't.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You become aware of yourself again, pulling away from him.

"I bet you think about me all the time, don't you? Dreaming of what it would be like to have me." He bites his lip, then smiles.

You drop your gaze to the ground, avoiding looking at him any further.

"Warren, I can't." You keep your eyes on anything but him.

"I know you're trying to be professional, but you can't deny the chemistry between us. It's like fireworks." He holds your hands in his, and you bring your gaze to the drummer, feeling such fireworks in your stomach.

"Rojas, I'm serious." You say it more like a whisper, even though your words said the contrary your body showed that you wanted him.

"You can't resist me, can you?" Warren says, a smirk on his face. "Even when you're trying so hard to play it cool, I can see right through you."

You frown, trying to control the beating of your heart that begged you to kiss that man in front of you.

"You don't know a goddamn thing." Your voice was weak, as were your legs with his presence so close.

"Yeah, maybe you're right and I don't know shit." He says still with that damn smile on his face. "But I know about me, and I guarantee you Y/N… every time I see you, I just want to throw you on that couch and have my way with you."

"Fucking hell Rojas." You utter, feeling more and more the urge to surrender to him. "I made just one fucking rule, I can't."

"Just one night, no one will know." He leans closer, kissing your cheek. "You know what they say, mi amor. The forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. Don't you want to try a little taste?"

"Fuck you!" You exclaim, kissing him with every desire you had.

As your lips meet his, a shiver runs down your spine. You can feel his warmth, his strength, his desire, all pressed up against you. His lips are soft and firm all at once, his tongue expertly exploring your mouth. You find yourself losing control, your hands running through his hair as you pull him closer. The kiss is deep and intense, full of longing and hunger that has been building between you for so long. You can feel yourself getting lost in the moment, forgetting everything else except for the sensation of his lips on yours.

You feel a spark of electricity run through your body, a sensation that you've been longing for since the moment you laid eyes on him. His lips are soft, yet firm against yours, as his hands caress your back, pulling you closer. The kiss is heated and intense, filled with all the pent-up desire and tension that has been building between the two of you. You can taste the sweetness of his lips, the scent of his cologne enveloping you. It's a kiss that feels like it could last forever, and you don't want it to end.

…

You swore that after that night that desire you had for the drummer would disappear and you would finally do your job without distraction. But you were wrong, everyday when you saw those brown eyes on you you remembered the way he looked at you while kissing your thighs, every time you saw those curls you remembered how it felt to have them between your fingers as he kissed your neck, this man was driving you crazy, you couldn't stop thinking about him.

Today you had a meeting to decide some last details about the concert in Pittsburgh, you were sitting waiting for the band members in a random restaurant in the city, you shuffled your feet in pure anxiety as you scrolled through the list in front of you, you had a lot of ideas but it was hard to sort them. Without looking up from the notebook in front of you, you feel the presence of someone sitting in front of you, you didn't have to make any effort to know it was him, you recognized every detail of him.

"You're early." You say, still looking at your notebook.

"Couldn't wait to see you." He responds with a smirk, leaning back in his chair and running his hand through his hair. "You know, Y/N, you look even more beautiful when you're stressed."

You sigh, rolling your eyes at the comment. "You came early just for that? Because if it is, you can come back later, I have a lot to work here and I need to focus"

"Oh don't worry Hermosa, I'm here to help you out." He says adjusting his vest, resting his back on the chair. "Come on bring it in, I'm listening".

You explain your ideas for doing an exclusive show in their hometown, you read topic by topic of your list in detail talking about each one. When you're done, your eyes go to the drummer again, waiting for his opinions.

"I'll be honest I didn't pay attention to anything you said, your lips got me distracted." You can't help but laugh, rolling your eyes.

"See? You're not the best at staying focused on things Warren." You say, laughing a little.

"What are you talking about?" He says pretending to be offended. "I'm always focused… on you." He finishes his sentence by winking at you

"I'm serious Rojas, I have work to do and…" You watch him intently, your eyes focus on his bare torso with the chains around his neck and that vest that made him so handsome.

"Like what you see?" He says with a smirk you hated the way he had power over you.

"Can you please put a shirt on? It's distracting me," you blurt out, finally looking up from your notebook to see the drummer sitting across from you with his signature vest and bare chest. You try to keep your composure, but the sight of his toned body makes your heart race.

Warren chuckles and leans in closer, "Distracting you? Or turning you on?" he teases, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"I'm not turned on by you Warren." You try to pretend to be convicted about it, but he only laughs at your words.

"That's not what you said that night, honey," he whispers teasingly.

Your heart races as you try to maintain your composure. "I was drunk," you mutter, knowing it's a weak excuse.

"Sure you were," he chuckles, his hand sliding up your thigh under the table. "But I bet you weren't drunk when you begged for more."

Your breath fails when you feel the drummer's hand go up your thigh, you close your eyes tightly trying to focus on what you had to do. Warren gets up from where he was, you frown not understanding where he would go, he just sits down next to you.

"Let's try one more time princesa." He says moving closer to you, you could feel his breath getting closer. "From topic one, explain to me."

You notice your uneven breathing, Rojas seemed to have you in the palm of his hand, he knew how to mess with you in every possible way. His hands come back to rest on your thigh, caressing it and slowly going up under your skirt. You hold back your urge to moan against his touch, he smiled to see you slowly surrendering to him.

You clear your throat, trying to focus on the task at hand. "Okay, topic one," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "We need to finalize the setlist for the Pittsburgh concert."

Warren nods, still teasingly caressing your thigh. "And what do you suggest for the setlist, mi amor?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

You take a deep breath, trying to ignore the sensations he's causing in your body. "I was thinking we could start with 'You were gone' and then move on to 'Honeycomb,'" you say, trying to concentrate on the matter at hand.

Warren hums, his fingers trailing higher up your thigh. "Mm, that's a good idea," he says, his breath tickling your ear. "But I think we should add 'Kill you to try' in there somewhere."

You bite your lip, trying to suppress a moan as his fingers brush against your panties. "Yeah, that's a good suggestion," you say, your voice shaking slightly.

Warren leans in closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "You know, I think maybe we can add 'Regret me' after this one?," he whispers, his fingers slipping beneath your panties.

You gasp, your body responding to his touch. "Warren, please," you say weakly, but your body betrays you as you arch your back against his touch.

He chuckles, his fingers continuing their teasing exploration. "Please what?" he asks, his hand inching closer to your core. "Please stop? Please keep going?"

You bite your lip, trying to hold back a moan as his fingers tease you. "Please...focus," you manage to say, trying to keep your mind on the meeting.

"You know it's easy to solve this, right?" He whispers, stopping moving his fingers, you bite your lip in frustration. "You only need to ask me."

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your cool. "I made a rule not to mix work with pleasure, Warren. And I intend to keep that rule."

He leans in even closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Who said anything about pleasure? Maybe I just want to work on my thigh drumming technique," he whispers, making you shiver.

"I never heard of any technique like that." You say, looking deep into his eyes.

"I can teach you all of them if you want."

As Warren leans in closer, his lips almost touching yours, you hear a voice coming from behind him.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late," you hear Eddie's voice from behind you.

Warren quickly withdraws his hand from under your skirt and sits back in his chair, a sly smile still playing on his lips.

"No worries man, we were just about to get started," he says, looking over at you and winking.

You feel flustered and embarrassed, knowing that maybe Eddie had caught you in a compromising position with Warren. You quickly gather your notes and try to compose yourself, feeling both relieved and disappointed that the drummer had stopped. The rest of the meeting proceeds, some moments after Eddie arrives the rest of the band don't take long to arrive, without any further interruptions you keep explaining your plans for the show. But you find it difficult to concentrate with Warren's words still ringing in your ears.

As you gather your things to leave, Warren sidles up to you and whispers,

"Don't forget our private drumming lesson," before sauntering out of the restaurant, leaving you feeling both exhilarated and frustrated at the same time.

…

Today was the day of the concert in Pittsburgh, you and Warren had met every night until today, always promising that it wouldn't happen again, that you wouldn't see each other again, but it was impossible you needed each other, you craved for each other.

You decided to give the band space to enjoy your hometown, you were invited to participate in the event at the Dunne house and only after much insistence from Graham did you agree to go, they seemed very happy to be there again, it was very beautiful to see them go back there with so many achievements.

You watched them all leaning in a corner, not wanting to draw any attention since no one there was close to you and you wanted them to enjoy it, you had a genuine smile on your face until you saw Warren talking to a group of women, you try to count the jealousy that was rising in your chest but you knew how irresistible that guy was and you knew very well what he was capable of.

As Warren was talking to the group of women, you felt a pang of jealousy shoot through you. You knew it was irrational - you and Warren weren't together, and he was free to do whatever he wanted. But seeing him flirt and charm the women made your blood boil with envy. You couldn't help but think about all the times you had been with him, how he made you feel, and how much you craved him.

"How long are you going to go on pretending you don't like him?" Daisy asks as if it's nothing taking a stand by your side.

"Like who?" You make yourself ignorant.

"You're almost killing anyone who comes near Warren" Daisy laughs, and you shake your head. "Look, he really likes you too...just saying!"

Daisy shrugs and walks away from you, leaving you with yet another whirlwind of questions about how to act on your feelings. But you don't do anything, the show would be that night and soon that feeling would pass, you would know how to deal with it since by then you had already managed.

You'd listen to them play 'The River' while dancing to the beat of the song, no matter how many times you listened to it you never got tired of how good it was, your eyes don't leave the beauty of the drummer, Warren managed to be extremely sexy in everything he did and you couldn't help but think that this must be a crime somewhere in the world. He seemed to live every second of the music, he represented the passion for rock in all his performances and it made you crazier and crazier for him.

The stage lights illuminated him in an angelic way, his body was sweaty from the exertion and adrenaline of the show, his curls falling over his face, and as usual every time he did the 'Regret Me' entrance he would look at you and wink, wanting to leave a message on the air, a desire to tell you that he wanted to be with you.

You could no longer contain the desire building in your body, as soon as the show was over you went to the drummer's dressing room, waiting restlessly for him. You were pacing back and forth, moving your hands anxiously for Rojas to arrive, and when you hear his laugh by the door and you see the doorknob turn you don't think twice… You pull Warren by his vest into the dressing room, kissing him passionately.

It takes him a while to understand what's going on, but then he kisses you in the same desire, you turn to the door still kissing the drummer and locking it with one hand. You remove his vest still kissing him, he pulls away gasping for air.

"Hey mama, god, what was that for?" He asks with a smile on his face.

"You were right Warren…" You start to say taking off your shirt, he watches your every move carefully, feeling a chill run down his spine. "I'm fucking crazy for you."

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear this." He cups your face between his hands, kissing you but softly this time. "We always swear this will be the last time, then we'll do it all again! Promise me this isn't one of those times? Tell me I'll finally be able to call you mine…"

"I promise you..." You say, kissing him again. "Make me yours Rojas"

Warren smiles and without wasting time kisses you passionately. As you continue to kiss, your hands roam over each other's bodies, exploring every inch. Warren's fingers glide over your skin, tracing the curves of your body, and you shiver in response. You can feel his desire growing with every passing moment, his body pressing against yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless.

"Hey Warren! We're leaving for the party." Graham says from behind the door, making you stop what you were doing. "We're just waiting for you, by the way, have you seen Y/N? Daisy said this time she's going with us… but I doubt it, she doesn't like to mix things up apparently."

Warren laughs arching his eyebrows at you, you smack his bare chest in a way to tell him to stop.

"I don't know where she is, Graham." Rojas says, getting off you shrugging. "But if you find her, tell her I'm looking forward to our private drum lesson, she'll understand."

"Alright." The younger Dunne says, moving away from the door.

As you pull your shirt over your head, Warren comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

"I don't want to let you go," he whispers in your ear, upset about leaving this moment already.

You turn around to face him and run your fingers through his hair. "I know, but we have to go to the party."

"Can't we skip the party and just stay here?" he asks, his eyes pleading with you.

You laugh and shake your head. "As much as I'd like that, we can't. But how about we make a deal? We go to the party, and afterward, we come back here and have our own private after-party."

Warren's face lights up at your suggestion, and he leans in to kiss you again. "Deal," he murmurs against your lips.

As you both leave the room, hand in hand, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement for what's to come later. The party may be fun, but nothing compares to being alone with Warren.

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