#that's a song i scream in my car dude they can't put that in a movie i'll lose my shit

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no way they play dog days are over by florence in gotg3 i'd lose me shit hearing that

[madaboutmunson]

Corroded Coffin are rehearsing a new, extremely thrashy, purely instrumental song. 

Eddie said it didn't need words. They wouldn't do it justice. This was a song that should "Punch you through your chest, grab your spine and tear your skull right out," or at least that's what Eddie said it should do.

Eddie has already nailed the lead, and rhythm guitar parts, essentially thunderous, chugging, down-picked power chords, and a face-melting, ear-splitting solo that sounds like the guitar is howling in pain, screaming.

Gareth and Jeff try their best to replicate the beat Eddie is tapping out and the sounds he's making, and they match it precisely every time.

That's just what you had to get good at real fast when playing with Eddie. He might write down ideas and lyrics, but the music itself...forget about it.

"No. No. No!" Eddie throws himself backward over the empty beer crate in frustration. "Guys, I know it's not you. It's not right. I can't convey what is in my head. I just..." Eddie looks thoughtfully out of the garage, frowning slightly, trying to figure it out.

"How about me and Gareth put our thinking caps on and try to come up with a few things similar to what we already played," Jeff suggests brightly, turning back to Gareth on the kit, who already looks close to exhausted. They had been going at the song all afternoon.

Eddie leaps out of his seat, "What time is it?" he says with urgency looking intensely at Gareth.

"Time you gotta-" Gareth starts before getting cut off by Eddie running around and grabbing his wrist.

"Ok, ok!" Eddie runs into the house.

The band listens at the door.

"Henderson?...*mumbling*...Uh-huh...I just want your opinion on it...oh, I see...noooo, sorry my dude, I can't...oh, he can?...I guess...ok, cool, later" Even though Eddie had made the call to Dustin, his tone was like he was trying to sound as disinterested as possible.

The jangling of chains indicates Eddie is running back to the garage and everyone scrambles back to their original, casual positions.

Eddie bursts back through the door, a wicked grin on his face, "The answer is on the way. Just follow my lead. I need you to say absolutely nothing about it. Just listen and play, alright?"

The band nods. Everyone in Corroded Coffin had their turn to present songs to the band, and each had displayed their fair share of theatrics in rehearsal, so this kind of display wasn't unusual. But this was an Eddie epiphany, and these tended to be the most dramatic. Jeff and Gareth smile at one another knowingly. He had been working on his song since the hospital. He said it was inspired by something he saw when he was on the run.

"How about we take a break, huh?" Eddie says, producing a grocery bag of drinks and snacks for the band, "Take a short rest to max out HP before round 2, yeah?" Eddie unleashes his most charming smile, and of course, the band agrees, even though the practice had already overrun by about an hour.

Twenty minutes later, the familiar BMW rolls up on the driveway. 

Dustin stumbles out of the car in his hurry and rushes towards the band, "So let's hear it!" He's totally hyped about being chosen for an opinion on a Corroded Coffin song.

"Yeah, in a minute..." Eddie says, watching the car.

Steve Harrington emerges, nods a greeting at everyone, and the look on his face reads whatever it was, he was over it. He leans back on the hood of his car, arms folded, and waits, occasionally checking his nails or looking around with a bored expression.

Eddie puts down his guitar and walks into the house.

Dustin stands gobsmacked, gesturing with his hands at the spot Eddie was just standing in and turning around, looking completely lost, to the other band members for answers, but they only have shrugs.

Moments later, Eddie re-emerges, but he's sneaking up behind the car. Something in his hands. Some kind of rubber bat or something. He pulls back his arm and throws it at Steve with all his might.

Steve almost leaves his body for a second when this thing makes contact with the side of his face. He hurriedly grabs it and rips it apart. Eddie is standing there, eyebrows raised and mouth slightly agape.

Then, Steve looks into his hands and turns to Eddie, looking less than impressed. Eddie is snickering, no, he's giggling, and walking backwards into the garage as Steve berates him, hand on hip, accusing finger pointing at a grinning Eddie.

Eddie circles around the drum kit, Steve still pacing after him, and he grabs Gareth's hand and puts it to his chest.

Gareth smiles, "Oooooh, I'm gonna need the double kick pedal for this one" Jeff raises his eyebrows and rushes to get it for him, and sets it up while Gareth can't move.

Eddie is still grinning wildly as Steve lectures him on the dangers of scaring someone who has nearly died on numerous occasions.

Dustin still looks absolutely bewildered until Gareth's sticks smack the skins of his drums, and the double kick pedals against the bass drum start to drown Steve out, even though he's still trying to make himself heard.

"Oh fuck yeah!!" Eddie shouts, "That's fucking it" Jeff follows the rhythm on the bass and starts to move around the notes for the scale in the designated key.

"This is heavy as fuck!!" Dustin shouts, causing Steve to focus on him and his foul language, leaving Eddie free to grab his guitar.

As Eddie swings his sweetheart around into position, he drops into a low rock stance, dragging his plectrum along the strings as he and the rhythm guitar play their parts over the new bass and drums.

The whole band is headbanging in unison, as is Dustin, and Steve gives up, shakes his head, and goes back to leaning against his car, tapping his watch at Dustin.

As Eddie launches into the solo, he runs up to the BMW and leaps onto the hood of it, and makes the guitar squeal. Steve is absolutely not ok with this in any way, he's yelling and waving his arms around, but all it does is make Eddie point his guitar at him as he plays and sticks his tongue out of his mouth like a demon.

Eddie jumps back down once the solo is over, leaving Steve to frantically search his car for something to clean the hood with.

Dustin, a little dazed from all the headbanging, is jumping up and down with the band as the song comes to a close.

"That beast is going in the set list, my dudes!" Gareth gets up from his kit and makes his way over to the wall set list, "Er…what's it called, Eddie?"

Eddie looks a little nervous, "Oh…er…I don't know…I hadn't thought of one yet" Dustin sees him sneakily try to slide a notepad off the crate and onto the floor. Dustin grins and intercepts it, and runs out of Eddie's reach before he can grab it 

Dustin raises his eyebrows at the pad and giggles, "No title, huh? What about this right here at the top of all your notes? Looks like a title to me" Dustin pokes at the pad with a big smile on his face.

"Er…well…that's just when I've been doodling when I'm thinking," Eddie says, trying his best to look unbothered, but he is edging his way towards Dustin and the notepad.

Dustin laughs again, "So are you saying you were just deep in thought, wistfully looking into the distance, absentmindedly doodling, and this is what was on your mind?" Dustin takes a few steps away again, noticing Eddie's subtle approach.

"No, absolutely not that, I just meant…er…it's a working title…yeah, that's it. Yep." Eddie tries again, but the stress is starting to show on his face. His mouth is tense, and his eye twitches a little, "So, if you'd kindly give it back, Dustin!"

Realising there is a joke happening he isn't the butt of, Steve peers over Dustin's shoulder to read the pad. All he says is, "Huh." He shakes his head, puts a hand on his hip, and approaches Eddie.

Eddie looks like a deer in headlights as Steve reaches for the pen sticking out of his mass of hair and returns to Dustin and the pad.

Steve smiles big and laughs, shaking his head, and glances up at Eddie. as he puts pen to pad, Steve says, "Sleeve has two e's in the middle, you silly goose!"

Steve looks proud. Eddie has never looked more relieved, and everyone else is looking at Steve in shock.

"What? It's an easy spelling mistake to make. Anyway, I've fixed it now. You're welcome." Steve says, looking around the garage with wide eyes because not one of these little shits said thank you.

Eddie walks over and smiles smugly at Dustin, taking back his pad, "Yes, thank you very much, Harrington. None of these goons spotted it"

"Anytime, Munson," Steve claps his hands together at Dustin, "Henderson, come on, the game is gonna start soon."

As Dustin gets into the car, Eddie gives them a little dainty finger wave, the smug grin still on his face. 

He's never been more grateful to have forgotten to cross a t in his life.

This song when Corroded Coffin make it big

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[dangerous-disposition]

Oooo number 30 for Steddie, please and thank you!

Aaaah thank you for sending me one of these!! Please have this little Modern!AU type moment based based very vaguely off of my experience waiting for my tires to be changed at Costco last week. 30. "Can I sit here? All the other tables are full."

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Eddie jumped as a hand came between him and his notebook and he looked up into the face of the hottest guy he had ever seen. He blinked up into his hazel eyes for several seconds while Iron Maiden crooned in his ears, already imagining the white-picket-fence with the stranger. Then the man cringed a bit and waved awkwardly.

"Oh, shit," Eddie said, probably too loudly, as he took one of his earbuds out. "What's up?"

"Can I sit here?" the guy asked, gesturing to the empty bench across from Eddie. Then he looked around and added, "All the other tables are full."

Eddie glanced around the little food court and it was indeed busy. Every single table was occupied, though Eddie did raise an eyebrow at just how many single-occupant-tables the guy passed just to get to his.

"Yeah, sure, go ahead," Eddie said, popping his earbud back in and going back to his notebook. If Eddie paused his music so he could hear if the dude tried to get his attention again, that was his business.

The guy sat down gratefully and immediately pulled out his own cellphone and earbuds. Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie saw the man fiddling with his phone and earbuds, before he sighed heavily and put the earbuds away.

Taking his earbud out again, Eddie asked, "Something wrong?"

The man jumped and looked over at him, a blush starting to stain his cheeks. "No, nothing just the stupid adapter for my headphones is busted apparently," the guy said, then added with a wry grin, "I just get to listen to the beautiful soundtrack of a warehouse for the next hour and a half."

"What's got you stuck here for that long?" Eddie asked.

"Getting my tires changed," he replied, looking down at his phone. "What are you sitting around here for?"

"It's the cheapest air-conditioned joint to loiter in for a few hours. Can't beat a buck for a hot dog," Eddie replied with a smirk.

The guy laughed and Eddie decided he really liked the sound of it. "Anyway, didn't mean to bother you. I'll leave you alone now," he said after a bit, glancing shyly up at Eddie through his lashes as he idly texted someone.

"Not a bother at all," Eddie insisted and added, "I'm Eddie, by the way."

"Eddie," the guy repeated, as if testing how his name felt. Then he smiled as it passed whatever test and said, "I'm Steve."

"Well, Steve, I have an extra earbud if you want to listen to music with me," Eddie offered, and Steve glanced down at his outfit skeptically.

"I don't think we listen to the same music," Steve said teasingly.

"That wasn't a no, though. And maybe you'll learn to like a few new things," Eddie pointed out, and Steve rolled his eyes a bit and accepted the earbud.

Wiping it off on the bottom hem of his shirt quickly, Steve said, "I haven't shared earbuds with someone like this since high school."

"Exciting, isn't it?" Eddie said as he started scrolling through his playlists.

"Just don't play anything with a lot of screaming," Steve said, grimacing when Eddie looked up at him with just his eyes. "Please," he added awkwardly.

"No problem, Stevie," Eddie said with an easy smile, and he put on the playlist he made of metal music specifically for his best friend Chrissy.

The two of them spent the next hour listening to and talking about music, with Steve adding several songs to his own playlist, until Steve got the call that his car was ready. As Steve started to gather his things, he leveled a thoughtful look at Eddie.

"Hey, this was fun. Do you want to hang out sometime?" Steve asked, and Eddie's eyes widened a bit. Steve seemed to second guess himself and shook his head. "Actually, nevermind, forget I said anything."

"Yes! Yeah, I'd- yes, let's hang out," Eddie babbled as his brain reconnected. "Are you busy right now?" he asked before he could stop himself, and internally he fantasized about a hole opening up beneath him. Way to sound overeager, weirdo.

But Steve just turned a pretty shade of pink and smiled, glancing away. "I've got work in a couple hours, but here's my number," he said, sliding a napkin across the table and Eddie stared at it.

"When did you write this?" he asked, a bit dazed as he looked back up at Steve. Now the man was smirking. Oh, Eddie had thought he was the one being smooth the whole time.

"Before I even walked over," he admitted easily before returning Eddie's earbud and standing up.

"Is your headphone adapter even broken?" Eddie asked, his own face hot enough with his blush to cook an egg.

"Oh, it's absolutely broken," Steve laughed, reassuring him only a little bit. Then he pointed at the napkin. "Text me?"

And then he was walking away, leaving Eddie alone at the table to grin stupidly down at the napkin. Steve probably hadn't even made it to the tire center before Eddie sent his text.

This was so silly but aaaaaaah I hope you like it!!! These are fun, send me more?

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[undead-supernova]

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plot: when you suggest that you and Eddie should quit smoking cigarettes, Eddie struggles to believe in his capabilities. but there's just something about the way you challenge him...

pairings: modern!bestfriend!Eddie x bisexual!fem!reader

important note: this is a one-off of my High Tolerance series! Somehow I can't get enough of Eddie and Weirdo and I can't help but come back to them. (this is six months before Part 1 of the original series!)

warnings: fluffy fluff fluff fluuuuuuuuuuffffff, talking about smoking, a small argument, Southern culture, country music, reader has an accent, (why are Eddie and Weirdo so horny as friends? shouldn't they have known sooner? idiots)

wc: 2.4k

thank yew @strangergraphics for your adorable dividers!!!!

It was unusual, the way it all started.

Just a normal Tuesday with the bitter cold of January and the crowded highways blocked off by unnecessary construction. Honks muffled by the sound of Guns ‘N Roses’ “Welcome To The Jungle” coming through your speakers. You were clad in a black turtleneck and jeans. Eyes lined in black, maroon-lipped. Spiked bracelets and nine shiny rings dappling light around the car.

Eddie was riding shotgun, sighing alongside you at how slow the traffic was moving when you first said it.

“I have a proposition.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “A proposition?”

You nodded. “Yeah, and I want you to hear me out.”

“Uh, okay?” he said, unsure as to what was about to come out of your mouth.

“I think we should stop smoking cigarettes,” you stated simply, looking back at the road as you inched forward. “A New Year’s resolution.”

“Nuh-uh,” he said, throwing his hands up, his rings reflecting off yours. “No way. Nope.”

“What! Why not?” you exclaimed, now throwing your hands up before promptly putting them back on the steering wheel.

Eddie had his own reasons, like how he’d been smoking for nearly ten years and the irritation of working at a dealership where rich idiots badgered him for just doing his job. The stress of bills and keeping his music career afloat. Not to mention how fucking sweet a puff of nicotine was whenever he got drunk or cross-faded. Nothing beats that feeling. Even you knew that.

“I just don’t want to.”

“Even if I did it with you?” you asked, voice growing soft.

He looked at you, confusion falling over his features. Your eyes seemed a little solemn, like you were disappointed by his refusal. And it was in your expression that he felt drawn to the idea. Because, yeah, if you actually could stop, maybe he could, too. But…

“We wouldn’t stop smoking weed, you know,” you added, cutting off his thoughts. “Just cut out the cancer sticks.”

“It won’t be as easy for me,” he said, sighing defeatedly. “I, uh, I don’t know. It’s complicated.”

“You always doubt your own strength, I swear.” You shook your head. “You’re so smart but so, so stupid sometimes. I say that affectionately, by the way.”

Before Eddie could think about some witty comeback, he heard the sound of the next song starting. It was different from your usual genres. It was the picking of a guitar, all folky and twangy and…

Country.

“What is this?” he asked, eyeing you.

You smirked, cranking the volume up as you started singing along.

         “Well, I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia Pine

         and that’s home, you know

         Sweet tea, pecan pie, and homemade wine

         where the peaches grow."

Eddie groaned. “Dude, what the fuck is this?”

You merely shook your head, your tone as playful as your expression. “It’s Zac Brown Band, god dammit! Show some respect.”

He was struck by your Southern accent popping up out of seemingly nowhere. And before he could even remotely process that or protest again, you cleared your throat and started screaming.

Not singing. Screaming.

         “A LITTLE BIT OF CHICKEN FRIED

         A COLD BEER ON A FRIDAY NIGHT

         A PAIR OF JEANS THAT FIT JUST RIGHT

         AND THE RADIO UUUUUUP!”

“Please turn it off,” Eddie pleaded, dragging his hands down his face. ���I think you’re killing me.”

“Nope,” you said simply. “My car, my music. It’s the least you can do when we’re stuck on this highway and you’re refusing to quit smoking without even trying.”

“Oh, come on,” Eddie huffed. “Like it’s that fucking easy.”

“Have you ever tried to stop smoking?”

Eddie thought about it for two, maybe three seconds before feeling a twinge of embarrassment.

There had never been a singular thought given to the idea of quitting. Not once. Smoking was just something he did. There wasn’t much else to it. No secret shame or guilt. No bargaining or grief. No, it was just something he did.

“No,” he admitted, avoiding your eyes. 

“At least think about it, okay?”

Eddie nodded before glancing back at you. You continued humming along to the god awful song and tapped the steering wheel, as pretty as ever. And he was surely in love with you. Really, he was. But he thought he was going to explode from how much he hated this song. It wasn’t just the sound, but the lyrics and how you knew every single one.

If he didn’t want a cigarette before, he surely wanted one now.

By the time the bridge hit, you cleared your throat, straightened your posture, and threw up a salute.

Eddie stared at you like you were crazy. “What the—”

         “I thank God for my life!

         And for stars and stripes

         May freedom forever fly, let it riiiiiiing.”

“Oh, I swear to god. I’m losing my mind.”

         “Salute the ones who died

         The ones that give their lives

         So we don’t have to sacrifice

         all the things we looooooooooove.”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie decided to throw up a quick salute himself. “Aye, aye, boys. Yes, okay,” he sighed. “Can we please change it?”

You nodded then and Eddie was severely grateful to hear the beginning notes to “Rebel Girl” by Bikini Kill.

Thank god.

But you didn’t let up. “You can’t just live in the South for three years and not listen to at least one country song.”

“I did a reaaaally good job up until now.” That made you laugh. “I didn’t know you listened to country.”

“I contain multitudes, Eddie. Multitudes. Layers. Like an onion.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s in my blood. Don’t hate on country music just ‘cause you don’t get it. There’s more out there than just jeans, beer, girls, and tractors.”

“Don’t forget trucks.”

You snorted before exaggerating your accent. “Yeah, and I’ll run you over with one, boy.”

Despite his frustration at the grating music, Eddie stopped itching for a cigarette. No, the desire had disappeared entirely. He was looking at you, all giggles and lighthearted apologies, and couldn’t help but laugh along at how utterly goofy the encounter was.

And once he took a second to think about it, he realized that your accent had bled through the entire song. Your sweet little Southern accent that rarely popped out had been on full display for him and only him. That paired with your eyeliner and your spikes and your lips and your everything. It was…cute. Like, very cute.

You were always just so genuine. It was in the way you just fucking cared about things. How you just wanted to try and how it made him want to try, too. You always knew there was more inside of him than even he knew. How you did it, he couldn’t say.

It was hard to say no to you.

It was hard not to love you.

“Okay,” he said finally. “Let’s do it.”

You gawked at him, rapidly flicking your head back and forth from him to the road as traffic began to finally pick up.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And like every addiction, the first week was the hardest.

If Eddie was sitting, his legs were bouncing. If he had a moment to spare, he was drinking coffee and scarfing Red Vines. Kept a toothpick in his mouth as if it would do anything. Frustration ran down his limbs in shivers that turned into unprovoked anger. It was fucking killing him.

You weren’t doing too hot either. When you called, you complained about a sore jaw from the three packs of wintermint gum you’d gone through. Bitten cheeks and lips. Irritation from anything and everything that came across your path.

So, when you saw each other that weekend, Eddie said flat out, “I don’t wanna quit anymore.”

You dropped your scrubber back into the sink, turning your head to gawk at him in shock. Mouth wide open, showing off a pitiful piece of gum you’d been chewing on for maybe two hours.

“What?”

Eddie shrugged, suddenly intimidated by your gaze. “Don’t you think this is, I don’t know, too much?”

“Too much?” you asked, voice hardening.

“Yeah.”

“Eddie, you haven’t even tried yet.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, that incessant frustration rising up his chest and into his mouth. “I have and it’s not working.”

“You have not!” you argued, placing your hands on your hips. “It’s been a week and, yeah, this is fucking hard. But it’s just temporary. Robin said it takes at least a week or longer for it to, like, detox. Probably longer for us.”

Barking out a bitter laugh, Eddie challenged you. “What if I don’t care what Robin thinks?”

“Then you’re giving up and you’ll spend the next however many years killing your lungs because it was hard for a week.”

“You’re one to talk! You’ve smoked for the same amount of time as me.”

“And yet I’m still fighting for it.”

He watched your chewing seemingly turn aggressive, knowing that you were disappointed in him. And it was actually hurting. 

That first flare of guilt hit him then. 

“Why do you want me to quit so bad?” he wondered.

“Because I know you can do it!” you exclaimed. “This shit sucks, Eddie. I’m literally gonna lose my mind some time soon. But it’s not forever.” 

He rolled his eyes. But he realized it was most definitely a mistake when you stepped forward and put a finger to his chest, eyes locked on yours as your breath seemingly washed over his neck.

“Because after everything I know about you, your past, I know you wouldn’t be here right now if you were someone who gave up. If you didn’t fight just to try to have a better life.” Eddie stayed silent, watching your eyes grow soft. “And if you can get through all of that other shit, you sure as hell can quit smoking cigarettes.”

In that moment, Eddie couldn’t help but love you that much more. You were a challenger, a pusher. But it wasn’t unjustified and it wasn’t excessive. No, you were just a force to be reckoned with. When you knew something to be true, you hardly let up. Some called it stubbornness, but Eddie knew it to be determination.

Oh god, how he loved that about you. How you told him what to do and pushed him to do better.

And, oh god, did he have to try his hardest to stop getting a tiny bit hard thinking about it. This was not the time.

“Fine, I’ll keep trying.”

Your shoulders slumped, clearly exhausted from your argument. Leaned your head on his shoulder and heaved a sigh before stepping back.

He cleared his throat. “I’ll try. But don’t expect me to stop complaining about it.”

“As if I won’t. Hell, I’ll go first. Having an oral fixation sucks,” you admitted. 

Eddie’s eyes immediately went to your lips. And, Jesus, even all bitten up and cracked, he wanted nothing more than to kiss you. To call this argument to a close by throwing you up against a wall and devouring you until this bout of irritation dissipated from your bones.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “You’re telling me.”

He could’ve sworn your eyes flickered to his, your own lips nearly quirking up into a smirk. And, fuck, did it seem like you were chest-to-chest, all sidled up and ready for the next fight.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” you asked.

“Like what, Weirdo?” he deflected, unable to keep himself from leaning in just a little bit further.

You pressed a finger into his dimples. “Like that.”

What, like I want to kiss you silly and massage your cheeks and then kiss you again and take that gum out of your mouth and make it mine and be gross and stupid? Like I want to say I’m sorry by taking you in this kitchen right now? Like I’m going to lose my mind from how much I fucking love you?

Eddie took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Took a step back.

“I think I’m going crazy.”

“Come on,” you said with a smile. “Let’s go get Taco Bell.”

He smiled back, feeling the heat start to subside from his face. And, most importantly, his dick. 

“I could always use a Baja Blast.”

Things weren’t so bad after that first month. Or the second. Or the third.

And by the time you guys hit the six month mark, Eddie didn’t even crave it anymore. If anything, he couldn’t believe how much better his mood was. His chest felt lighter. Head clearer. 

For once, life felt good without a cigarette.

He noticed the same in you, how smiley you were at any given moment. No need to duck out to get a quick smoke in or beg for one after a crying spell. It was like a weight was lifted off of you. He couldn’t believe that such a small thing made up of tobacco, paper, and cotton could have such a big impact on, well, everything.

In the past, you were always looking forward to a cigarette. So, the two of you devised a plan. Every week or every other week, you and Eddie would go to Jailbait Hemp and try out a new product. Split the cost. Go find something to do. Just let loose and see where the day took you.

Today you were at Piedmont Park, passing a joint back and forth as people filtered in and out. You were lying on your backs, a blanket beneath your figures. Both barely able to see each other through the blinding sun because, predictably, no thought to grab your sunglasses. 

“We should try that THC syrup next Thursday,” you suggested.

Eddie turned his head, squinting back at you in the sun’s glare. Tried to see your pretty face the best he could. Sneaked another glance at how breathtaking you were in your sundress.

“Oh, yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah, why not?”

Eddie couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fuck it. Let’s do it.”

“Where do you wanna go to try it out?”

Summer lasted longer in the South. You’d have the Georgia heat to yourselves until mid-October. Eddie had no idea what you’d do until then. Drink, laugh. Play games, go to karaoke. Work.

Maybe things could change. Maybe he’d even get the courage to ask you out one of these days. It was funny what one could do with all of the money they once set aside for packs of cigarettes.

It was July and Eddie was in love. Had been for nearly four years. 

And some part of him knew as he watched you search the clouds that he’d continue to fall harder every single day. 

He knew exactly where to take you next week.

“No clue,” he lied, smiling to himself. “But it’ll be a damn good time.”

[sunnyie-eve]

27 | Embarrassing

Series: Unexpected

Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

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"That truck is doing a burnout over there." Chris looks back as well.

"What a pussy. I hate loud cars." Nick groans.

"No, because seriously why? Like literally?" Dani asks, "Like we get it dude... We know your dick is tiny." Dani adds making Chris laugh.

"I just... I hate it. I hate loud car engines. Grow up, you're not impressing a single fucking soul on earth." Nick starts to rant.

"Yeah, it's so embarrassing." Matt agrees. While Nick starts to sing but the truck interrupts him, "He's doing little donuts." Matt looks in his side mirror.

"Ooo Ooo, I'm the toughest motherfucker in the city." Nick mocks the guy.

"How is he not embarrassed?" Dani asks.

"I don't know Dani." Matt tells her.

"As I said it gives small dick energy." She says again.

"It really does if you think about it." Chris agrees with her laughing as he eats his snack.

"Don't need to think." Dani looks at him.

"This is so embarrassing. What if he's like trying to like impress his friend?" Matt suggests.

"Dude, if he's with a girl right now? I hope she makes it home safely and never goes to hangout with this fucking idiot again.

"I agree. Oh my God!" Something comes to Matt's mind, "Okay, you're on first date, right?"

"Oh my fucking god, no!" Dani shouts.

"You get picked up on a date, and the guy has like a super cool truck." He starts his situation.

"That date did pick me up in a truck and well..." Dani gives the camera a look.

"I already don't give a fuck." Nick cuts in.

"We all know how that turned out." She adds, "And he turned out to be an insecure little boy."

"I'm screaming bloody murder. As if this motherfucker is trying to kill me. I'm scrolling down the window and I'm going... LET ME OOOOUUUUTTT! LET ME OUT!" Nick screams making Matt shut him up in case someone actually thought something. "That's... you asked. That's what I'm doing."

"Honestly that or I'm jumping out at the next red light or stop sign." Dani starts making Matt and Chris laugh, "Run to the nearest place with people and put on an act like I was almost kidnapped." They laugh even more, "I do not wanna be seen with you acting like a douchebag."

"I don't care, I hate cars." Nick makes it clear again and Dani agrees.

"I don't care what you drive dude." Dani makes her views clear as well.

"Even if it's really expensive?" Chris asks her.

"Especially then. What's the point?" She asks him and they just stare at each other.

"I don't have an answer for that." Chris says with a straight face before they both start laughing.

When the four go back to the house Dani was getting ready for bed before someone covered her eye from behind, "I'm kidnapping you later in the night."

"And why would you do that, Matt?" She asks so he removes his hands smiling at her.

"How did you know it was me just by my voice?"

"Did you think not seeing you would trick me? I know your voice." She laughs at him, 'But what do you mean your kidnapping me later?"

"Let's sneak out when everyone is a sleep."

"And do what?" She laughs at him more.

"That's the fun part of figuring it out in the moment." He says before going up to his room.

Later at night, around 1:30 am, Matt texted Dani to meet him in the living room. Dani couldn't believe Matt wanted to do this. She throws on a hoodie and puts her shoes on before quietly leaving Nick's room.

"Ready?" Matt asks her.

"I still can't believe you." She says so he drags her out of the house.

Once in the car driving off Dani shakes her head at him driving so she turns the radio on, "What was your go to song to get hype when you were younger?" Matt asks as I gotta feeling played.

"Tonight Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae. I have no idea why but it was. Second place was Still Into You, Paramore and third place was The Other Side, Jason Derulo." She answers him so he tells her to play it if she wanted and she didn't waste a second.

The two end up just driving another for an hour belting it 2000s hits before stoping at a park to play around given that most of the time kids are in the way.

"Ready? Ready? Go Matty!" Dani hypes him up jumping up and down pointing up at him on upper level of the playground.

When I was 13, I had my first love There was nobody that compared to my baby And nobody came between us, nor could ever come above She had me goin' crazy Oh, I was starstruck She woke me up daily Don't need no Starbucks (woo)

Matt then points down at Dani to jump in as he goes down the slide to join her.

She made my heart pound And skip a beat when I see her in the street and At school on the playground But I really wanna see her on the weekend She knows she got me dazin' 'Cause she was so amazin' And now, my heart is breakin' But I just keep on sayin'

They laugh at each other as they jump around dancing not caring about a thing in the world and they were lucky no house were super closer near by because they were being sorta loud.

"I just want you close. Where you can stay forever. You can be sure. That it will only get better." Dani swings singing along to the song.

You and me together Through the days and nights I don't worry 'cause Everything's gonna be alright People keep talking, they can say what they like But all I know is everything's gonna be alright

As Dani was in her own world singing along to the song Matt slows his swinging down to record her. Taking the moment to actually listen to her so was a good singer.

Matt can't help but smile as he watches her lean her head enjoying the wind as she still sings along, "No one, no one, no one. Can get in the way of what I'm feeling."

When the song finishes he pretends he wasn't watching her the whole time, "What time is it now?" Dani asks him so he checks his phone.

"Almost 4am. It doesn't feel like it to me. What about you?"

"Nope," She jumps off the swing.

They play around for a little long before deciding to head back home still jamming out to music and Dani was recording them on her phone.

{ Matt, Dani } The bigger they are, the harder they fall This biggity boy's a diggity dog I have 'em like Miley Cyrus, clothes off Twerking in their bras and thongs (timber) Face down, booty up (timber) That's the way we like to what (timber) I'm slicker than an oil spill She say she won't, but I bet she will (timber)

Swing your partner 'round and 'round End of the night, it's goin' down One more shot, another round End of the night, it's goin' down

Swing your partner 'round and 'round End of the night, it's goin' down One more shot, another round End of the night, it's goin' down

As they get to the house it was already 4:45 so they quietly sneak back in going and Dani decides to crash with him.

Opening his door Matt and Dani see Nick sitting on his bed with a tired look on his face, "What the hell? It's almost 5am. How long have you guys been out?"

"When did you realize we were gone?" Matt asks.

"When I woke up at 4 and I wanted to make sure Dani went to your room and not just vanish in the middle of the night."

"Then we snuck out right before that then." Matt lies and Nick knew that.

"Seriously?"

"We left at 1:30, okay." Dani huffs.

"1:30?" Nick stands up then rubs his head, "I'm going back to bed...you kids." Nick leaves the room and as soon as the two hit the bed they were out like a light exhausted.

The following day it was as around noon and the two were still sleeping while the everyone was up doing things. Chris was on his phone and saw Matt and Dani posted on their stories of them last night having fun.

"Nick, did you see the videos on their stories?" Chris looks over at him at the table eating.

"Yep, they snuck out last night."

"We snuck out last night?" Their dad walks into the room with their mom.

"Matt and Dani." Nick tells them, "Apparently they left at 1:30 am and didn't get back till like 4:45 am. They drove around and went to the park." Nick says so Chris shows them the videos of the two playing around.

"At least they were having fun and being safe so late at night." Jimmy laughs seeing the two hang upside from the monkey bars before Matt falls and Dank falls next since she was laughing too hard.

[darkboysroadtrip]

[this was supposed to be a part of the last ask so it is not drawn.]

"I can listen to almost anything" Remus says, "but the noiser, experimental, trash music is the best" he's shoving the rolled up tent into its bag, "I like loud, wonky, weird, shredding music the best!

"A lot of grunge and any and all other genres of punk can be found in my playlist, you'll also get the random musical, EDM, straight up horror noises" he windmills his hand, "y'know the usual."

"I don't think most people listen to actual screams of terror with flesh ripping, squelching and blood gurgling sounds" Virgil says.

"You don't know that, besides you listen to Doki Doki Literature Club soundtrack stuff, it's the same."

"That's totally different."

"How so My Little Nightmare?"

"That has music to accompany it."

"You... got me there" Remus agrees, "it is a pretty banging soundtrack."

Remus has finally finagled the tent back in its bag and hands it off to Virgil who hauls it on top of the car.

"No surprise to my music taste here but, any kind of emo, punk, rock, you know the stuff."

"You like jazz" Dee says, he's now sitting on the ground with Thomas and Marcy.

"I've come to like jazz because of you."

"True, but you still like it."

Virgil sits down with them, Marcy immediately goes to sit on his shoulder; Thomas in turn goes to sit in his lap to continue playing with her.

"My music taste is hard to pin point" Dee says, "I guess along with the jazz, I like whatever my boyfriends play and some classical in a movie villain type of way."

Virgil snickers, "yeah, sometimes it's scary how accurate that is."

"How do you figure?"

"Dude, sometimes I'll come into the office and you'll be standing at a window with a book in your hands, a glass of wine on the sill with low classical music playing" he laughs, "sometimes I think you're not even reading, it just looks like you're plotting something."

"Maybe I am" Dee wiggles his eyebrows.

"Oooh I love plots!" Remus butts in, "what are we plotting?"

Virgil pats Remus' head, "sorry babe, nothing."

"As far as you know" Dee mutters.

~~~

"As a Broadway Star" Roman starts with a hand fanned to his chest, "I can't see myself loving musicals."

There's a beat of silence.

"Less! I physically can not not love them, they are part of my passion, my very being."

There it is.

"I mean c'mon how can you not love musicals, they're just so enchanting!" he enthuses.

"Fun fact!" Patton pipes up, "Roman has his own recordings from his shows on his phone, so we tend to listen to them quite a bit."

"I can't help it, I'm just so talented" Roman says.

"I don't quite understand musicals, however I do enjoy listening to Roman sing" Logan says.

"Everyone does!" Patton agrees.

Roman, puffed up with all the praise is absolutely beaming.

"Eh, I've heard better" Remus teases.

Roman makes a high pitched and very offended 'ugh', "how dare you!, I can't believe my own broth- actually I can, that's so sad, you make me sad go away."

Remus gets right up next to Roman, his nose practically touching Roman's cheek.

"You'll never be rid of me" he whispers hoarsely.

Roman smacks Remus' forehead when he places it there to shove him away.

"Go finish your packing you gremlin."

Logan stops and looks off like he's looking at a camera in The Office.

"Music of all kinds are wonderful" Roman continues answering the question, "if you have the energy and/or an extensive friend circle-"

"You have other friends?" Virgil yells over.

Roman ignores him.

"-you can find something good in any genre."

"I agree" Patton says and sits next to Roman, "there's so many good music choices out there! And finding new things are always fun!"

He makes a face, "mmm well... there are some things I can't quite listen to, but that's more of a sensory issue."

Logan stops his packing to stand with his partners, "I have an appreciation for rap and I have a soft spot for nerdy educational but funny songs - I don't listen to much music honestly, I do enjoy whatever my partners put on though.

It's not that I don't like music it's just I don't go searching for it" he adjusts his glasses, "besides I like listening to podcasts so that takes up most of my listening to things time."

"You listen to uuuuus" Patton says in a lovey tone.

"I like listening to you, and I would very much like it if you would listen to me."

Patton and Roman glance at each other.

"We - we do though?" Patton says, his head cocked like a confused puppy.

"We've gotten really good at that" Roman agrees.

Logan purses his lips, "yes you have, and it is appreciated greatly"-

"I hear a 'but' coming" Roman stage whispers.

"Mm, yes" Logan says, "your butt specifically Roman, to help pack."

"But I am helping."

Logan blinks slowly just once.

"I'm looking for our next digs" Roman explains waving Logan's phone as added evidence, "and may I add: I am very graciously and humbly taking care of said digs."

"So gracious, so humble" Logan blankly remarks, "can you at least pack your personals?"

"Of course."

"Thank you."

"After I book these hotel suites."

"Fine, I suppose we do need to know where we're going before leaving."

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

when do I get to sing "MY WAY"??

Thank you for putting time and answer these, hopefully I'm not bothering you with them.

"No, no use in taking their time, or in wasting two dimes, on a call to God knows who... When all you feel is the rain, and it's hard to be vain, when no person looks at you -- so just be gracious and wait in the queue."

I think you'll have seen the official music video, so I'll treat you to one of my favourite performances of this song. This was performed at a very special celebratory show with a big orchestra, truly a time of them having gotten to sing "their way". If that doesn't fill the hearts of all of us who can relate with warmth and bring us hope, I don't know what does 💕 It was so beautiful. (I fear the lights in the hall won't come across in the video, but I really loved when the orchestra swelled up and the disco ball started spinning. Covering the entire audience in the tiny specs of light.)

When Do I Get To Sing "My Way" (live in London with the Heritage Orchestra, 2014)

On a somewhat related subject, I don't know if you've found it yet, but have you heard the song Change? If you resonate with When Do I Get To Sing "My Way", I think you might like what Change has to say, too :) There's two versions of it: one from 1985 and one from 1997. I can't tell you which is my favourite, because it's both. I'll give you the 1997 version here as it's orchestral.

[Please don't run away screaming because of the album cover -- there's a good reason they were photoshopped to look like beefy dudes for this cover. But this reply here is just about highlighting a specific song, so perhaps you'll enjoy reading the lyrics while you listen. I've pasted a small part of the lyrics below the video.]

Change (from the album Plagiarism, 1997)

"The rain is pouring down. I feel like a dog that's been kicked out into the street. I know that dogs can't drive cars. But that's about the only difference between us now.

But wait, there's a rainbow across the freeway, and I think I feel the morning sun. Another song is number one. Golden days have just begun.

Change, every dog is gonna have his day. Change, every loser's gonna have his way. Change, I don't care what other people say."

[lady-snow-flower]

Sagittarius Sun ~ Cancer Moon: A Gem Morey Playlist

@gem-morey

So my first goal with this playlist is, like with all playlists that I make, I just want to make people listen to songs I like and many of those songs are by international artists who don't always sing in English. Sorry not sorry lol. With this one specifically my goal was: i'm going to put nothing but DPR Ian on this playlist and make Tina listen and like DPR Ian so help me god

Don't worry I didn't do that !

My goal became more like: I want to show a different side of the Korean music industry especially because Gem is Korean (!!), so that meant indie, rap, and R&B, all of which feel/sound like Gem to me personally. But then as I was going through my music I saw some Gem songs and I was like wait what if I did an A side and a B side bc Gem is a very A side B side kinda dude?

And so that is what I did: the A-side based on his Sagittarius Sun/Rising, and his B-side based on his Cancer Moon, that he doesn't show the world. The artists on this playlist are majority Korean but no, they're not all Korean lol but i am happy with the artists i represented here (who are majority diasporic and sing in two languages) and if nothing else would someone else like DPR Ian and talk about him with me!!! bye.

So I Danced | DPR IAN

All of a sudden, they just wanted to know This is how I really feel This is how I really feel So I just danced

This entire song is so vibey, so cool, so dark and broody bad boy -- but the thing that screams Gem to me is how lackadaisical its attitude is. Gem is always masking or playing down his emotions because he believes those emotions are dangerous - and lbr, emotions make him feel vulnerable too because he's out of control. So I feel like the devil may care attitude of this song suits him. As does my personal agenda to make Tina (and maybe the broader rp) listen to DPR Ian who is hot, talented, and visionary.

Sriracha | The Attire ft. WOOSUNG

I bring disco back to life I wear all black on summer nights I go downtown, don't think twice Don't give a fuck if you don't like me Old school in my whip I got quicksand in my kiss I like dancing with a twist And my sriracha extra spicy

I have shown Tina this song before. But again - its attitude is so very Gem, the Gem he tries to be for people. It's both the sagittarius sun AND the sagittarius rising tbqh. It's also sexy and groovy and I like it. WOOSUNG as a vocalist for The Rose shall appear later on; The Rose is also a Gem-band I'm trying to make happen. The agenda continues.

Blow | Jackson Wang

Twinkle, twinkle, where's the star? Passed out in the back of my car Blacked out from the night before How'd we let it get this far?

Smoke metaphors! Maybe it's on my Snow Quartz playlist, maybe its not, who is to say! Plus, my Jackson Wang Agenda. Literally nothing but agendas.

but okay c'mon again this is so Cool. The first half of this playlist is so Cool. It's like what TSwift was talking about when she wrote Style, but these songs also sound like the James Dean guy, who feel me? This song also wrestles with that theme of 'wanting what you shouldn't have' which is extremely Gem.

So Beautiful | DPR Ian

Come get your funky love story I love it when the skiеs can't sleep I left a message еncased in me So bye-bye (So bye-bye) A flawless ending So beautiful

once again, this song is so cool so vibey literally just the soundtrack at the beginning of a bonnie and clyde style heist. it's literally not even about the lyrics. What I'm trying to communicate about why this is a Gem Song is the following key ingredients: the thunder?? the whistling! the twinkly piano notes! those menacing strings in the post-chorus are we kidding! the fucking MATCH BEING LIT!! the door opening noise?? closing?? THE SAXOPHONE SOLO! GOD. This song is filled with an entire workshop of sounds it's so fun to listen to and that evokes imagery that feels Gem-appropriate to me, like storms and smoking and strolling down the streets with ur hands in ur pockets. Enough of me, DPR Ian can talk about this song better than me or anyone:

"This song was heavily inspired by the idea that a lot of times what we label ‘monsters’, as monsters to be scary or wrong, are usually the most that are misunderstood. So it depicts on that idea. That’s why in the music video, when you first get to see MITO in his true form, that’s something very eerie and creepy about it, but he has a type of dark beauty aura, I don’t know if it does make any sense – laughs – but he had to be very elegant."

and like sure if u want to interpret it in a different way something something beautiful things destroy us something something (snow quartz core)

Come Alive | Jackson Wang

There was fallin' again I hear you callin' my name I want you You're the match and the flame Oxygen to the brain Yeah, I want you

The DPR/Jackson Wang sandwich. And so we continue the last theme: beautiful things destroy us something something something. I love how creepy and dark this song is (I recommend the music video - very dramatic and comedic and Hauntley core). This is very 'post burning a body' lol. Again, ideas of control and desire etc.

D-Day | Agust D

Lotus flowers bloom brilliantly even in mud A feeling of inferiority, self-loathing compared to others Aim your gun at these things starting today (Yeah, yeah, yeah) What are you? Break the limits, man Don't regret the past, don't be afraid of the future, man

This is the kind of cocksure fuck you braggadocious song that Gem deserves to be the last of his Sagittarius Sun section, don't you think? I love how brutal Agust D's confidence is in this song, does that make sense? His rap flow has always felt like a fucking weapon -- sometimes like a sword and sometimes like a machine gun. He wields it well in this song that's basically about saying fuck it, I'm leaving my past behind, I'm embracing whatever is to come. And I think that's what Gem would Like For Himself.

also the lyrics r beautiful and packed with meaning thanks.

CANCER MOON SECTION~

Star Ceiling | Paul Blanco

Back when I was broke It was me and bro Post up by the street store Post up where the fiends know Devil want my soul Put that on my folks Out here smoking big dope I live what I speak

this is what i call the gem's past song, before the moreys ! because it's kind of about that, y'know, like having this kind of rough background and feeling judged for that. Despite that though, the song is about owning that past. i love the line 'i live what I speak' because I do feel like that applies to Gem. He doesn't REALLY bullshit. He might hide his feelings, but he's pretty honest about who he is now.

i also Love Paul Blanco he's got such a smoky raspy tone and I recommend all of his stuff. agenda-- continuing.

pacman | eaj

Oh it's killing me how Fear is holding me down But I wanna hold you Oh I might burn to the ground But see me burn with a smile If I die it's with you

to be honest most of this song lyrically isn't accurate to gem but i love how powerful, what a punch it packs, in its short runtime of like a minute thirty or whatever. and that end, where it explodes, it's 100% gem excuse me. like the fear holding him down, but he wants love so badly it's going to burn him up inside?? yeah, this is his sensitive inner cancer moon ppl

eternal flame | griff

Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling Do you feel my heart beating? Do you understand? Do you feel the same? Am I only dreaming? Is this burning an eternal flame?

i love this cover!! very minimal and emotional and affecting and again it's about emotional vulnerability. i looooove the harmonies in the last half of the song too. its like Almost an acapella song. what i also like is that it kinda frames the 'burning' as something positive which you know... hopefully gem can get to. embrace his eternal flame or w/e.

could you love me while i hate myself | zeph

Could you love me while I hate myself? Because I don't know how this works

ah yes. more moody self-hating angsty girlie music for gem's sensitive cancer moon. you know i'm right though. isn't this part of his inner monologue? also like that it highlights gem's own lack of experience in... well, lots of things. relationships, sex, friendship, emotional intimacy etc.

We'll Never Have Sex || Leith Ross

Depollute me, gentle angel And I'll feel the sickness less and less Come and kiss me, pretty baby Like we'll never have sex

TBH this was the song i was scrolling through my likes and i was like *points at it dramatically* that one. But yeah, i think this song undermines the 'playboy' image that Gem has let pervade. I love how soft and tender it is and how it redefines what intimacy looks like. because while i know gem would probably like to have sex, i think he would pick a HUG over it in an instant ok. and also like, this idea of intimacy and love given generously with no expectation? something so pure and good and cancer moony.

Eclipse | The Rose

And of all the things I left behind I am haunted by the things I didn't try And it creeps on me like a moonrise And it swallows me into blue skies Back to dawn

i said the rose would be back and here it is! i wanted this song to end the playlist for an obvious reason-- it's kind about the converging of two opposing forces, in this case the fire sun and water moon lol. More than that, it's also about how you first have to visit the dark to be able to leave the dark behind. Pretty typical message, but very true when it comes to Gem who needs to face his magic if he is ever going to gain control over it. (And also face his mistakes etc, and forgive himself for it.)

[dankusner]

The Courtney Thing

THE NEXT TIME I WENT TO LOLLAPALOOZA WAS A YEAR LATER IN 1995.

Lake and I drove there from Olympia in our shared baby-blue Dodge Dart.

We had backstage passes from Kim Gordon.

I loved Sonic Youth and was excited to see them play, but I’d seen them a hundred times and had never seen Sinéad O'Connor live.

The Lion and the Cobra had been my "I'm becoming a feminist" soundtrack, and Sinéad's songs were living in my skin like pockets of salve waiting to heal me.

Just as we stepped out of the car, we heard her singing a long note and began running for the backstage gate.

By the time we got there, the song had ended.

There was silence and then applause.

She was done.

We'd heard her last note from the dirty parking lot.

Sonic Youth's backstage was like a single-wide mobile home.

I went in to say thanks for the backstage passes and made a sandwich.

I didn't want to be in the band's way and was about to leave when Kim mentioned that she was worried that Courtney Love might start shit with me.

Courtney had gotten physical with Kurt's former friends before, and Kim thought I might be next.

Up to that point, I’d never met Courtney, and even though she’d gone to great lengths to insult me in interviews, I still defended her when people said she was crazy or difficult.

I knew what it was like to be called things like that.

I also loved the first Hole singe so much I played it almost as many times as I played "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath.

Kathi once sent Courtney a fan letter and Courtney wrote back, "Find the biggest bitch in town and start a band."

Little did she know Kathi was already in a band with two of the biggest bitches in Olympia.

Kathi stayed pen pals with Courtney, and when we lived in DC, Courtney offered to help us get on a major label.

Kathi told her, "Thanks, but we want to remain independent."

I don't know if that pissed her off, or if she was jealous of the attention Bikini Kill was getting, or what, but after that she made it clear in the press that she hated our band, so I wasn't exactly excited to run into her.

I needed a plan in case I did, so Kim and I came up with the sentence

"I would be happy to debate you at the college of your choice."

I figured if she yelled at me, I would just repeat it like a force field.

Hole played before Sonic Youth and Courtney kept shouting "Girls to the front" and other phrases I typically said at Bikini Kill shows between songs.

It seemed empty and weird because there was plenty of space to dance and no men were messing with women.

Lake and Amy glared at me as if to say, "Is she ripping you off?"

I took it as a bizarre homage.

When Sonic Youth started, we moved to the side of the stage near the railing where it dropped off into the gorge.

As the band began to play, something that felt like pebbles started to hit me in the head.

It was candy.

Who was throwing candy?

I saw Courtney Love walking toward me throwing candy from a basket.

She was flanked by two large dudes and she seemed WASTED.

My instincts told me not to make eye contact with her.

Courtney got in my face and started hissing like a cat and reaching out like she was going to claw me.

She began screaming stuff at me like, "Bye-bye! Are you leaving now, Kathleen? Go home and feed the poor!"

She held her lit cigarette up to my face and traced my features with it, like she was going to put it out on my face.

Then she dropped a sweater in front of me and bent down to grab it. As she stood up she coldcocked me in the face.

I fell down, put my hand up to my cheek, and felt blood.

From the ground I yelled, "I will debate you at the college of your choice."

She yelled back something like, "You can't even read, and I’m way more feminist than you!"

I'll never know why she did it.

Maybe because "trauma begets trauma."

Maybe she was on drugs and mourning Kurt's death; maybe it was the fact that Tobi had dated Kurt while he was writing Nevermind, and it was widely speculated that Tobi was the inspiration for much of that record.

Maybe Courtney was embarrassed because I'd seen her using my stage banter as an empty schtick.

Whatever set her off, it was ironic that a woman attacked me for no reason and then claimed she was a smarter, better feminist than I was.

As we left the theater's parking lot, I got directions to the nearest police station.

Not like I trusted the cops.

I just wanted the assault to be written down somewhere so no one could pretend it had never happened or say that it was a "fight," like they had when Courtney assaulted singer Mary Lou Lord.

Courtney later spouted off in the press about how she wanted to kill her.

Mary Lou was a street musician and couldn't drop everything and press charges.

So I had her in mind when I filed a report.

The state decided to prosecute Courtney for assault and I gave my deposition on the phone to avoid seeing her in person.

Courtney pleaded guilty, but she didn't receive any jail time.

I think, in the end, she had to go to an "anger aromatherapy" session or something.

Three days after she hit me, Courtney walked onstage with a bandaged wrist and said, "I hit a bitch, but she deserved it."

Later she told the media I provoked her by whispering "Where's the baby, in a closet with an IV?" under my breath, referring to her daughter.

I absolutely did not say that.

I don't even understand it.

Who makes medical jokes about anyone, much less a baby?

The "fight" became national news and was mentioned everywhere from Rolling Stone to Entertainment Weekly to the Washington Post.

The media was pushing the narrative that Courtney and I had been in a "catfight," which just reminded me that pitting women against one another sold magazines.

When I handed in my rent check that month, the woman who opened the envelope read my name and said, "Aren't you the girl who attacked Courtney Love?"

[munson-blurbs]

I love the perv!Eddie and bestfriend!reader

And have a suggestion

What if Eddie got jealous of one of readers friends and they have arguments (angsty stuff) but in the end Eddie accidentally reveals his feelings and the ending is up to you.

I know this suggestion is a little different from the fics that u write so if u don't want to do this it's ok!

Looking forward for the next fic❤️

For you and @eddiejosephluv <3 hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: language, angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, Eddie is an idiot

WC: 3.5k

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The Hawkins High gym is buzzing with anticipation for the championship basketball game. You're sitting next to your friend Steve Harrington, who came back to his old stomping grounds to support Lucas Sinclair. Sinclair had been riding the bench the whole season, but Steve was always there to cheer him on. Plus, he got to make fun of Robin for her ridiculous band outfit, so it was a win-win.

On the bleachers to the other side of Steve are Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler, eating some sugary snack and discussing Eddie Munson's latest sadistic D&D campaign.

Speaking of Eddie...

You spot him trudging into the gym just as the game is starting and wave him over. He shuffles over with a grateful smile.

"Thanks for saving me a seat," he says, plopping down next to you. "Had to finish clearing out the drama room alone because I was ditched!" He shoots a glare over at the two freshmen who are obliviously chatting away.

"Poor thing," you pout with mock sympathy. "How ever did you survive?"

Eddie gives you a playful shove, knees knocking into yours, but he doesn't pull back. And you don't want him to.

Thirty minutes into the game, the gym is now stifling. Too many bodies, too much cheering, and you realize your water bottle is empty as you try to take a swig.

"I'm out of water," you mutter, contorting your face into the cutest angry expression Eddie's ever seen.

"Here, take mine," Steve offers his half-full bottle, which you accept.

"How do I know you don't have cooties?" you tease.

As you banter back and forth with Steve, you don't notice Eddie's face fall. Drinking from the same bottle as Steve Harrington? It seems so innocent, but he has a feeling that you wouldn't dare share germs with Mike or Dustin.

C'mon, dude, get out of your head, he wills himself, but he can't shake off the concern that you might like Steve, the way that Eddie likes you.

~

The game ends with Lucas scoring the game-winning point. You scream so loudly you worry that you've damaged your vocal chords. Even Eddie temporarily pulls himself out of his funk to cheer for one of his little sheep.

After congratulating Hawkins' newest star basketball player, you make your way to the parking lot with the rest of the group.

"Y/N, how are you getting home?" Steve asks you, car keys in hand.

"Uh, I think Eddie was gonna drive me," you reply.

Steve jerks a thumb towards his car. "I have to drive near your place to drop Robin off, if you want a lift. Save Munson the trouble of going out of his way."

"Oh, um," you stammer. You certainly don't want to put Eddie out, but you really want to spend more time with him. You look at his face for a clue for what you should do, but he just looks away. Guess that answers that question. "Yeah, that would be great. Thanks."

At this, Eddie's head snaps up, but he bites back a response. Okay, she definitely likes Harrington, he thinks, watching you saunter off towards the BMW.

"Hello? Earth to Eddie?" he hears Dustin say. "Come in, Eddie..."

"What?" he barks, and Dustin flinches. "Sorry, just...never mind."

"Is Eddie sad because his little girlfriend ditched him for King Steve?" Mike taunts in a sing-song voice. He and Dustin burst into laughter.

"She's not my girlfriend," he mumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Mike looks at him knowingly. "But you are jealous that she's hanging out with Steve."

"Yeah, man, I don't know!" Eddie rubs his face in frustration. "I thought maybe she was into me, but now she's sharing water bottles and getting rides home with him so, I guess not. I guess The Freak is left in the dust, again."

"Well, did you offer her water?" Dustin questions.

"No, but--"

"And did you say anything when Steve said it would be 'trouble' for you to drive her home?" he continues.

"No, Henderson, I didn't." Like the kid wasn't three feet away when it all happened.

"Okay, so what have you done to show her that you're into her?" Mike pipes up.

"Nothing! I've done nothing!" Eddie shouts in exasperation. "I don't even know what to do!"

"You could ask her to the prom," suggests Dustin, "y'know, assuming you're graduating this year."

Eddie considers this. He wasn't planning on going to the prom, but he'd overheard you talking to Robin about hair and makeup and dresses, which meant that you wanted to go. He could take you; assuming Steve didn't ask you first.

"Yeah, okay," he nods. "I'll ask her next week."

~

Next week comes and goes without Eddie asking you. In fact, three weeks go by without a mention of the prom. You want to go with him, and at this point, you might as well just ask him yourself.

Before you can do that, Lucas plops down at the cafeteria table. He splits his time between the basketball team and Hellfire, but he's been sitting with you more since the season ended.

"Y/N!" he says with a huge grin on his face. "Guess what?"

"You're being drafted for the NBA?" you joke, dipping a french fry in ketchup.

"Ha ha, you're hilarious," he rolls his eyes. "No, you know Zach Harper?"

"He's on the basketball team with you, right?"

"Yup! And he wants to take you to prom," Lucas announces. "Told me that he's been checking you out since you started coming to our games."

You glance over at the jock table. Zach meets your gaze and gives a small wave, and you wave back with a giggle. He's cute, muscular, and one of the smarter guys on the team. Your eyes flicker over to Eddie, seemingly engrossed in the ham sandwich he's packed for lunch today. He doesn't appear too concerned about the prospect of you going to prom with someone else, so you shouldn't be either, right?

"Should I go talk to him?" you ask Lucas. Your question is answered when Zach makes his way towards you.

"Hey, Y/N," he says softly. "I was wondering...would you like to go to the prom with me? I thought I should ask our good-luck charm."

You smile at the compliment. "I'm your good-luck charm?" you ask incredulously.

"Well, I mean, we hadn't even made it to the championship game in years. And then you come to the games this season and we win the whole thing?" He shrugs his broad shoulders. "I don't know; doesn't seem like a coincidence to me."

"Then it would be a bad omen for me to turn you down, huh?" you flirt. "Sure, I'll go with you."

Eddie stands abruptly and bolts out of the cafeteria, shaking the table with the force of his movement. Dustin chases after him.

"Uh, Y/N?" Mike says slowly. "Why did you accept Zach's invite if you're going to prom with Eddie?"

You give him a confused look. "Because I'm...not going with Eddie?"

"You turned him down?"

"He never asked," you tell him. "I was thinking about asking him, but then Zach asked me. Besides," you add, "prom is not Eddie's thing." You pause. "Wait, why did you think I was going to prom with Eddie?"

Mike chews on his lower lip, contemplating his response before deciding to go with the truth. "After the championship game," he starts, "Eddie told me and Dustin that he was gonna ask you. I just assumed he did."

"Well, he didn't," you huff, "so I guess he changed his mind."

"Maybe you should go talk to him," Lucas says. "I would've told Zach that you weren't interested if I knew..."

"It's okay," you reassure him. "I'll go find Eddie."

~

You find him in the parking lot, smoking a cigarette down to the filter. He tosses it aside and immediately lights up another one. Dustin is learning up against the van with him, but heads inside when he sees you walk over.

"Eds? You okay?"

Silence.

"Can you just talk to me about why you're upset?"

"You're a smart girl, Y/N," he sneers, "you can figure it out."

You sigh. "Look, if you don't want me to go to prom with Zach, just let me know."

He takes the cigarette from his mouth and flicks the ashes to the pavement. "I don't care who you go to prom with. Seems like you've got a lot of guys wrapped around your little finger, though." He glances up at the sky. "Let's see, Steve Harrington, Zach Harper, and let's not forget about your adventures with that guy from the newspaper club last year..."

Your eyes narrow and a burning anger sets in your stomach. "What are you implying, Eddie?"

"Nothin'," he responds with fake innocence. "Just that you're getting a lot of attention from guys lately."

"Because..." you trail off, choking back tears. "it sounds like you're calling me a slut, or something."

"Your words not mine, sweetheart."

Rage floods through your whole body and you clench your fists. "Fuck you, Eddie," you spit. "I'm supposed to sit around waiting for you to never ask me to prom? Maybe you could try not being a pussy for five fucking seconds. Did you consider that?" But you don't wait for a response, turning on your heel and leaving him speechless.

~

Two weeks later, you haven't spoken to Eddie. In all fairness, he hasn't tried to talk to you; in fact, you've both been going out of your way to avoid each other. You’d stopped sitting at the Hellfire table during lunch, opting instead to hang out with Zach and his friends. You two had been getting closer; not exactly dating, but definitely more than friends. Zach slung an arm around you while he and his buddies discussed their college plans, whether they would continue playing ball, and the fraternities they wanted to join. It was halfway through the lunch period when you realized that no one had asked you about your plans.

“I’m, um, studying psychology at Northwestern,” you cut in shyly, purposely omitting the fact that you’d gotten a scholarship. You didn’t want to seem cocky.

Zach presses his lips to your ear. “Let me catch up with the guys, okay?” he whispers. You nod, embarrassed.

Ryan, one of Zach’s buddies, pipes up from across the table. “Harper, you tell Y/N about prom yet?”

You wrinkle your brows in confusion. “What about prom?”

“Oh, uh,” Zach glares at Ryan, “I think we’re gonna ditch. Heard that they’re cracking down on people sneaking in booze. It’s gonna suck.”

“But I already got my dress,” you supply lamely, disappointment creeping through you. “I really wanted to go.”

“It’s just a stupid dance. Ryan’s parents have a lake house, and we’ll throw a killer party there.”

“Okay,” you falter, sinking into yourself as they resume their previous conversation.

Meanwhile, from across the cafeteria, Eddie’s eyes are glued to you.

“Dude, what even happened when you talked to her?” Mike pries. “She won’t even look at us anymore!”

Dustin turns to Mike. “He told her that he was jealous because he has feelings for her and wanted to take her to the prom, and he apologized for being an asshole. Right?” He groans when Eddie doesn’t respond. “Eddie, what did you do?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Eddie mumbles.

“C’mon,” Lucas says, “we gotta assess the damage.”

Eddie laughs thickly. “Oh, it’s pretty fuckin’ bad, Sinclair,” he admits, “I, uh, may have implied that she sleeps around.”

The freshmen throw their arms up in exasperation, clamoring about what an idiot their Dungeon Master is.

“I know, I know!” Eddie laments. “I’m not good with feelings.”

“So instead of working on that, you decide to tell the girl of your dreams that she’s a whore. Nice.” Dustin retorts, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Eddie sighs. “D’ya think I can fix this?” he asks quietly.

“I mean, clearly not on your own,” Mike replies, “but maybe we can help. I’ve needed more advice about El than a guy should. Probably should give back to the universe or something.”

~

Lucas puts the first part of the plan into action, running up to you at your locker at the end of the day.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says breathlessly, “could you babysit Erica tonight? My parents have some last-minute plans, and I promised Dustin we’d go to the library and study together.”

“Oh,” you muse. “Yeah, sure.”

“Cool,” he offers you a smile, “6:00? I know Erica would love to talk about your plans for prom.”

You can’t help it; your face falls and you will your tears to stay in your eyes. “I’m not going to prom,” you tell him softly. “Zach said the teachers are making sure no one’s drinking, so he doesn’t wanna go anymore.”

Lucas tries to hide his excitement, feigning sadness. “That’s, um, rough. I gotta go.” 

Weird, you think, but those kids have always been a little strange, so you don’t read into it.

Lucas makes a beeline for Eddie’s locker, where he’s anxiously awaiting your response.

“Eddie!” the boy practically screams, “she’s not going to prom!” He fills him in on his latest discovery. “So you can still ask her!”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Eddie asks. “She kinda hates my guts right now.”

“All part of the plan, my friend,” Lucas says, clapping a hand on Eddie’s back.

~

You show up to the Sinclair’s house at 5:45 and ring the doorbell. Lucas opens the door.

“I thought you were at the library,” you say suspiciously. 

“I lied,” he responds plainly, pulling you through the door.

“Seems like a silly thing to lie ab--” you start, but the rest of your words get caught in your throat when you see Eddie sitting on the living room sofa. “Oh, no way.” You turn back around to leave.

“Please,” Eddie calls out, standing up quickly to stop you, “please, can we talk?”

“I think you’ve said enough,” you huff, recalling the way he spoke to you a few weeks back. “I’ve had a really shitty day, and you’re the last person I want to see.”

The words sting him more than he anticipates; he wants to be the person you seek out when things get tough.

“I’m just gonna...” Lucas trails off and darts upstairs, leaving you two alone. Dammit, Sinclair. 

“Y/N, I am so sorry,” Eddie says, “I never should have made you feel bad for guys noticing you. Of course they do; you’re beautiful and smart and the nicest person I know.”

You cross your arms over your chest, still unimpressed. “Flattery won’t get you very far. You really hurt my feelings, Eddie.”

“I know,” he murmurs, glancing at the ground. “I’m not good with expressing how I feel, but that’s not a reason to treat you like I did. I should’ve just been honest with you from the beginning.”

“So,” you say, “be honest with me now. Do you really think I’m a slut?”

“No!” he says so forcefully it’s practically a yell, and he pulls back. “No, not at all. I think...” he sighs. “D’you remember when you joined Hellfire your sophomore year, my first senior year?”

“Mhm.” Where is he going with this?

“And Jason Carver took my lunch, smashed it on the ground, and told me to clean it up like the janitor I was destined to be?”

Of course you remember, thinking back to the humiliated look on Eddie’s face as Jason crushed the pretzels beneath his feet. “Yeah.”

“And you told him to fuck off and go stick his dick in a hornet’s nest,” he says with a small laugh. “And then you helped me pick up my food, and you split your own lunch with me.”

“Well, yeah. I wasn’t about to let you starve,” you mumble. “And I still think that Carver should sustain trauma to his genitals.”

“Agreed,” Eddie says with a nod. “But that moment? When we had only known each other for a few weeks, and you were so sweet when you easily could’ve laughed at me like everyone else...that’s the moment I fell for you.”

“Fell for me?” you echo, shocked.

“Y-yeah,” he stammers, fidgeting with his rings. “I’ve liked you since that day, and it’s only gotten worse since then.” He clears his throat. “And that’s not an excuse for being a jealous moron. I’ve had every chance to ask you out, but I never did. I just...stupidly...expected you to wait around for me to work up the nerve.”

His sincerity slowly chips away at your anger, though you’re not ready to forgive him yet. “Eddie,” you take a deep breath. “I’ve liked you for a really long time, too. But when you flirted with cheerleaders or bragged about your post-gig hookups, I didn’t treat you like shit,” you say pointedly. “I bitched about it to Robin and Nancy, or I wrote about it in my journal, or I screamed into a pillow. I didn’t make you feel bad.” You let tears slip down your cheeks. “You made me feel really, really bad.”

“How can I make it up to you? Earn back your trust?” he asks, repeating the words Dustin told him to say.

You pick at an invisible speck of dust on your pants. “The apology was a good start.”

“Sinclair told me that, um, you’re not going to prom anymore?” he blurts out. “Something about that jockstrap bailing?”

“Word travels fast around Hellfire,” you remark.

“Could I take you?” he asks quietly. “We could go as friends. No pressure; I just wanna make sure you get to go.”

You consider his proposal. Prom with Eddie Munson was something you’d wanted for ages, but were you ready to trust him again?

“I dunno,” you say.

“Let’s make it tentative,” he suggests. “We can try hanging out again, work through all this. And we can plan to go to the prom. And if you change your mind at any point, you can pull the plug on it.” He sticks out his hand. “Deal?”

You shake it, offering a smile. “Deal.”

~

After a few weeks of movie nights, finals study sessions, and the occasional coffee shop date, prom arrives. You break the news to Zach that you won’t be attending his lake house rager, and neither of you are too disappointed.

Now, you’re sitting in Nancy’s bedroom as she swipes red lipstick over your lips. Your hair is teased slightly, giving it some volume. You wear a long black off-the-shoulder dress. You borrowed a necklace from Nancy, a thin chain with a small diamond in the center. 

You feel beautiful.

“Girls!” Mrs. Wheeler calls from downstairs, “your dates are here!”

Jonathan and Nancy are going together, and Robin had asked Steve to accompany her until she and Vickie could sneak off. She’ll have to pick up some of his Family Video shifts, but it’ll be worth it.

You carefully walk down the stairs in your heels. Your eyes meet Eddie’s immediately, a huge grin forming on his face.

“Wow,” he draws in a breath, “you’re stunning.” He takes a corsage out of the chilled plastic case, slipping it over your wrist. You pin his boutinneire to his jacket.

“You look so handsome,” you tell him, and it’s the truth. His hair is pulled back into a soft bun at the nape of his neck. He’s wearing fitted black pants and suit jacket, a dark gray button-down shirt underneath. His guitar pick necklace hangs around his neck. With all of the courage you can muster, you press a kiss to his cheek.

After Mrs. Wheeler takes enough pictures to fill several albums, the six of you are off to the prom. The gym is decorated with streamers, balloons, and flowers. It’s still the gym, but there’s a special magic in the air. Vickie joins the group, and all of you take to the makeshift dance floor.

You pause when the first slow song blares over the speakers, unsure if Eddie will want to dance so intimately with you. Before you can move, he grabs your hand.

“Can I have this dance?” he asks shyly, and you nod.

“Of course.”

You loop your arms around his neck; he snakes his around your waist, hands resting on your lower back. 

“Since we’re being honest with each other,” he whispers teasingly, “then I have to tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You laugh. “You’re so full of it, Munson.”

He shakes his head, a lock of hair slipping from the bun. “No, I’m completely serious. I hope I remember this night forever.” He hesitates only briefly before pulling you closer, leaning in, and kissing you gently.

His lips part yours as you melt into him, smiling and kissing him at the same time. He deepens the kiss when he realizes that you’re reciprocating his feelings, hands pressing harder against you. He moves one to your face, holding your cheek and softly caressing it with his thumb.

And while the future is filled with unknowns, neither of you worry about that. For now, it’s you and Eddie, and that’s all that matters.

--

[kiridarling]

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄

d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

— 3.6k words

"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

'#and theres a lot more apathy in 21st century breakdown compared to american idiot #a feeling of being burned out' sorry for just randomly popping into your inbox, but 🙌🏼 you get it. like, the title track alone tells you how different this record and its entire vibe is from american idiot ('I swallowed my pride, and I choked on my faith, I've given my heart and my soul, I've broken my fingers and lied through my teeth, the pillar of damage control' and 'Oh dream, America, dream, I can't even sleep, from the light's early dawn, oh scream, America, scream, believe what you see from heroes and cons') and honestly it bothers me - probably more than it should lmao - when people call it a knockoff american idiot. it's so well crafted and billie put so much work into it and just...I don't get how anyone can listen to those two albums and say they're the same. not saying they didn't work hard on american idiot, I know they did and they said so much that needed to be said during that time and that resonated so hard with people for a reason (like I said in my tags, it's my favorite of theirs), but man, just listen to what they're saying on 21cb and how they're saying it. anyway, sorry for the random rant lol, I just used to be so passionate about green day for so long and i recently really discovered that passion again and...I'm still her lmao. hope you're having a good day, friend xx

oh my dude, you DO NOT need to apologise for ranting about green day in my inbox, i welcome all green day rants my the widest arms my tiny t rex arms can manage.

and you are COMPLETELY CORRECT. the albums are very distinct when youre willing to actually listen to the lyrics!!! and even the music and how a lot of american idiot tends to use stacato/the songs are fast and loud and angry, while a lot of 21st cb is legato, its more mellow and you can feel the apathy and burning out just from the music. you dont even need the lyrics. you cant ever say its a knock off because theyre both written explicitly about what was happening at the time, and 2004 america was very different to 2009 america. calling it a knock off takes away from everything that went into it; the album is so well crafted and some of the lyrics will stick with you and rattle around in your head for weeks. hell, east jesus nowhere might be my favourite song ever, or at least its up there.

as you can tell, it also makes me irratioanlly angry when people call it a knockoff asfhegfegerg this is the music i grew up, both of my parents listen to green day and when 21 cb came out, it was on in the car everytime we went anywhere. their music is very close to my heart and my favourite concert ever was when me and my mom went to see them in leeds.

i am in fact having a good day, partially from getting to talk about green day, thank you friend <333 hope youre also having a good day

[aliasimagines]

operation fools in love//luke patterson

requested by a lovely anon

word count: 3333(!!!)

a/n: i still don’t know how to write endings

The corridor was noisy with loud chatter, quietly whispered gossip and the sound of rushing students' shoes hitting against the floor. 

You hummed  'edge of great' as you started fishing out the books you need for class from your locker. It has been stuck in your head since yesterday evening when the guys played it for you and Flynn at band practice. 

You were about to close your locker when he poofed next to you. 

“Hi, y/n!”

“AAHHH” you screamed, earning a few side looks from passing by students. 

“Ahh, I accidentally kicked my locker, haha…”you started explaining yourself before turning back to your open locker. You sent a glare in Luke’s way.

“What did Julie and I say to you? Do not teleport randomly to us at school!”

He chuckled.

“Yeah, rules, rules, I don’t care. I just wanted to drop in and say hi!” he smiled at you with his signature Luke smile.

“Well, you did. That’s all? I kinda need to go to class.” you spot Julie in the corner of your eyes as you walk over to her locker. You quickly wave at her and soon after she comes over so you can talk to Luke without looking crazy. 

Luke mumbles something under his breath and goes to scratch the back of his head.

“No! Uhm..Hi Jules… So y/n I also kinda wanted to ask if you would come to our gig tonight? You know, we are playing not far from that food place you like? "

You smiled, appreciating that he remembered your favorite food place. 

"Well,erm.. I guess? I want to but I might have dance practice, so I am not sure." you say, wishing you'd know for sure but you won't find out till the end of your classes. 

Luke's lips formed an 'o' before his gaze fell down on his shoes. 

"Oh well.. I-okay. Bye?" he says in an unsure tone before disappearing, leaving you to face Julie. 

"Well, wasn't that adorable?"  she asks with a smug grin. 

"What? What are you talkin' bout Jules?" you ask honestly confused. She laughs and puts her hand on your shoulder. 

"Sweetheart, you two are just oblivious to each other!" 

"I don't… What?" 

"You like him. He likes you. It's not that confusing. Really it is obvious." 

"Shhh, quiet!" you shh-ed her, quickly making sure if Luke was 100 percent gone. "I.. I don't like him." 

It was unnecessary, you couldn't even fool yourself and especially not Julie. 

"Y/N, come on girl, I know you do. And he does like you too! I mean I am writing songs with him, do you know how many lovesick lyrics he has written lately? It is making me sick." she laughed. 

"Well, he might have written them about someone else. Maybe you? You two have amazing chemistry."

Julie sighed and grabbed both of your shoulders so she could look at you. 

"Y/N, honey. Believe me when I say he is head over heels for you. Why else would he want you to be at our gig so much?”

„Luke is literally so passionate about music? Of course he wants to share it with me, cause he wants to share it with everyone.”

„Ahg, girl you need glasses cuz you can't see shit. Look, if  prove he likes you too will you believe me?”

„Sure. I mean you can’t prove something that is not true but, sure go ahead, ’prove it’.” 

Julie rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to respond but luckily for you the bell rang.

“See you later, alligator!” and with that you were off to class, leaving Julie alone to work on her master plan. 

She knew she had to pull this off because the mutual pinning was unbearable but she also knew she couldn't do it alone. She'll need all the help she can get and that includes Flynn and the rest of her ghost band. 

You changed into your leggings and sweatshirt before heading into the gym where the dance practice took place. You were quite bumped. Don't get me wrong dancing is everything to you but.. You really did want to see the guys perform. 

You and the other kids were warming up, waiting for your teacher to start showing the choreography. But neither of you expected what she did next. Much to your surprise Reggie and Alex appeared next to her and started messing with her water bottle before you could even open your mouth.

For a moment no one acknowledged what was going on. Some were too busy chatting and warming up and Ms Janett was too busy with her phone. The two ghosts seemed to have noticed that and after exchanging a knowing smirk they grabbed the phone out of your teachers hands. She perked up, a mixture of anger and confusion on her face. And then… she saw her own phone floating in tin air.

“Stop!!” you whisper shouted  in the boys direction but they only gave you a smirk before Reggie started searching for the music player application. Alex pointed over Reggie’s shoulder.

“Uuu, play that one.” 

And as soon as the Lady Gaga song started playing Ms Janett let out a scream causing everyone to look up. You saw the boys dancing with the phone and the pompoms in their hand (although you have no idea where Alex got those pompoms) but everyone else just saw those items moving by themselves.

“GHOOOST!!! Everybody RUUUUUUN!” 

Some people followed the teacher, some stayed behind to take a closer look only to be scared away by a flying pompom. 

“What the heck are you two doing?” you turned to them,being  rather angry,  once you were the only living person in the gym. Seriously, what were they thinking?

“We cleared your afternooon! You can come to our concert!” Reggie exclaimed and put down the phone. 

“Do you think I would go after this fiasco you just pulled??” you were definitely angry now.

“Oh come on, if not for us then for Julie..and for Luke.”

You snapped your head in Alex's direction at the mention of Luke’s name.

“What do...No. Don’t try to divert the topic. What you did was incredebly stupid! What if.. What if someone connects the dots and figures out that Julie’s hologram band is actually a ghost band? There will be scientist and ghost busters and-”

“Shh, Y/N jeez, calm down. it will be okay. We’ll see you at the show.” 

And they poofed away. They simply left  you alone with your thoughts. You need to come up with some kind of explanation for the dance class but right now you need to go home and change. The boys were right, even if they kinda (really) caused a mess here you still like them and don’t want to miss seeing them live ((Winky face)).

Meanwhile you were sorting through your dresses and outfit options. Julie and the band arrived at the venue for rehearsal.

Usually it was Luke who hyped Julie up before shows but right now the roles were switched because Luke looked like a kicked puppy ever since he learned you wouldn’t be able to make it to their gig. Of course Julie knew you will be here, as she was the one to send the boys to scare away your teacher. It was all part of her little plan.

Like mentioned Luke wrote half a dozen songs, all centered around his feelings for you. He stated to Jules that he will definitely not play them for you because there is just no way you like him back, but now Luke thinks you won’t be there so Julie is on the next step of her genius plan. Convince Luke to play one of his love songs.

“Luke, Lukey-poo, my man.” she started getting more and more cringy. “I thought we could close with Hero and Heroine? I know you said you don’t want to play it but it is such a great song, you definitely shouldn’t let it be just another forgotten song that stays on a piece of paper. Plus it is perfect for closing, think about it!”

“Julie...I-I told you I don’t wanna play it.”

“You told me you don’t wanna play it in front of Y/N, which would be the whole point of writing love songs to her but that's besides the point right now. Pleeassee?”

Luke took a deep breath and looked at his ghost mates for...What for? Support? Advice? He is not sure. He does want to play the song, pour out his emotions through the song but the question is..should he? He knows you can’t be here which both makes him wanna play the song and not at the same time.

“I agree with Julie, dude.” Alex said, shrugging his shoulder like he knew of nothing. Reggie nodded along.

“Okay..If you all think I w-”

Julie stood up and clapped her hands together.

“Cool! It is settled. I’ll need to make a phone call, brb.”

“Barbeque?” asked Reggie confused. Which made Alex laugh.

“Brb actually means be right back. Willie told me.” the blond made his way over to Luke and gently punched his shoulder. “Really Luke, that song is great. And I know you think there is no way Y/N would like you back but I am sure if she could hear it-”

“I’m a ghost, Alex! I can’t just confess to her, how are we gonna date? We can’t even touch.”

“That is totally not the reason. You are afraid she would decline your affection, I get it, but believe me I have seen her look at you. That longing in her eyes when I mention your name. She likes you.”

Luke rolled his eyes.

“Not that it matters, she won't hear the song and that is my final say in this.”

As soon as Julie stepped out of the small, cigarette smelling backroom she dialed your number. You picked up after two rings.

“Hi, Jules.”

“Hi girl, I heard what the boys did, I am so, so sorry. You know they are idiots.”she said trying real hard not to laugh but she reminded herself of her plan and pulled on her poker face.”But..Are you coming to the show? Flynn could pick you up; she is about to get going.”

“Yeah I’ll come, tell the boys I will call my teacher and say it was a prank so they can thank me for saving their ghostbutts.”

Julie giggled and started playing with her hair.She walked up and down the small corridor that led to the stage from the backroom.

“I will, I better get back and warm up but you should call Flynn so she won’t leave without you.”

Of course Flynn wouldn’t leave without you. She was waiting in her car two blocks from your home waiting for your phone car.

She didn’t have to wait long, you called her and she pretended to not expect it. Flynn kinda became your and Julie’s driver ever since she got her driver's  license last month. 

By the time the two of you got to the venue the opening was playing their last song and the place was already packed with dancing teenagers. Flynn dragged you to the bar and asked for a cola for herself and a (favourite drink) for you. 

The two of you hung back and sipped your drinks until Julie appeared on the stage. Then you took Flynn by the hand and  started pulling her toward the stage. Only she held you back. 

"Hey, what's up? Don't we wanna go and watch them from closer?" 

"Oh, well, uhm...I'd rather hang back. The crowd kind of makes me anxious right now." Flynn said. You lifted an eyebrow at her. Flynn being anxious? In a crowd?? That did not convince you. But you didn’t argue. 

"Do you need to step outside a little or…" 

"Nah, it's good, let's just stay here in the back." 

So you did. You sang and danced along to the songs you both knew so well. You tried  your best not to stare at Luke too much but let’s be honest you failed miserably. Flynn occasionally wiggled her eyebrows at you when she caught you ‘drooling over him’ as she put it.

After they finished playing Stand Tall you expected them to bow and ‘disappear’ but much to your surprise Julie grabbed the mic and brought it to her lips.

“Hello, hello, helloo! Do y’all wanna hear one more song?” the audience erupted into a loud cheer. It was so heartwarming to watch. Julie doing what she was born to do, playing music and enchanting the crowd. Flynn seemed to have the same thought because she looked at her with such pride. You pulled her into a big hug and the two of you waited for the crowd to quiet down so Jules could go on.

“Allright, allright. Now this song will be a bit different but...I will let Luke here tell it.”

You just became more and more surprised when Luke stepped closer to the mic and spoke into it, looking kinda...nervous? 

“Ohm..Hello everyone! So uh..This song is dedicated to a special someone, the songs called-”

“What’s the special someone’s name?” your eyes travelled to Reggie who asked the question with a huge grin. Luke turned to look at the bassist. If looks could kill Reggie would be double dead. But before Luke could give a voice to his disapproval towards Reggie’s question Julie spoke up.

“Yeah! What’s the name?” she turned towards the crowd and started chanting. “What’s the name?”

Soon Reggie and Alex joined with smiles painted on their faces along with the audience. You were so freaking confused. You looked at Flynn for some explanation but how would she know about it. 

“OKAY, okay, stop!” Luke yelled before laughing a little. “All right I will tell you guys but you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone?”

All of a sudden you felt sick and wanted to get out of here. You were so not in the mood to hear Luke declare his love for someone. 

“This song is dedicated to..To Y/N. Unfortunately she wouldn't be here today but..she is an amazing person. Hope you all like the song.”

He...He couldn’t be talking about you, could he?

He started strumming his guitar and soon Reggie joined in with the bass and Alex with the drums. Jullie clapped her hands together and kept sending encouraging looks for the boy.

“It's too late baby, there's no turning around, I've got my hands in my pocket and my head in a cloud, this is how I do, when I think about you,I never thought that you could break me apart,I keep a sinister smile and a hole of my heart” he sang into the mic, his voice filling in the whole club “You want to get inside, then you can to get in line but not this time”

“'Cause you caught me off guard, now I'm running and screaming!” Julie joined in for the line“I feel like a hero and you're my heroine.”

“I won't try to philosophize, I'll just take a deep breath and I'll look in your eyes, this is how I feel and it's so so real I got a closet filled up to the brim with the ghosts of my past and the skeletons, and I don't know why, you'd even try but I won't lie” Luke sang and you finally realised what was going in. He wrote this song. For you. You looked over to Flynn who nodded towards the stage and mouthed ‘go’.

I feel like a hero and you are my heroine. Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?

You started making your way towards the stage, slipped through the cracks between dancing people and singing fans. The further you got the harder it was to get through but you heard Luke’s voice and you kept going.

And I feel a weakness coming on, never felt so good to be so wrong. Had my heart on lock down and then you turned me around

And I’m feeling like a new born child..

You finally break through a few screaming girls and see him.

“-Every time I get a chance to see you smile. It’s not complicated, I’m so jaded.” Luke sings and looks at the audience and- He spots you. Looking up at him with eyes wide open and admiration on your face. His voice cracks because of the sudden surprise of your presence but you smile at him and that is all he needs to continue.

“And you caught me off guard...Now I’m running and screaming”

He sang the song with such passion that even if you weren’t before now you were absolutely sure this wasn’t just a simple crush. 

When they finished you didn’t waste a lot of time, you ran backstage, quickly waving your vip ticket.  You almost run into Julie on your way to the door of the backroom.

“Who- Y/N!”

“This was your doing, wasn’t it?” you smiled at her already knowing the answer. She flashed a toothy grin. 

“Well I had a great team behind me but yeah, Operation FiL was my idea.”

“Phil?” you ask back .

“No, no. F i L. Fools in Love. Now go get ‘im tiger!”

You shook your head and entered the backroom. Luke stood with his back facing you but as soon as he saw you in the mirror he spinned around. For a moment you forgot he was a ghost and ran to give him a hug. 

“Y/N, no-” he put his hands out so he could catch you, simply out of reflex but he didn’t expect to actually hold you in his arms. You both looked at each other with eyes as wide as a 6 lane highway. 

“How can I-”

“Do you care?”  you closed the little distance between the two of you and pressed your lips against his.  They were just as soft as you imagined oh, so many times before. He kissed back gently, afraid that this is just a dream. But this was definitely too real to be a dream. You unfortunately had to pull back to catch your breath but Luke looked leaned closer to press his forehead against yours.

“The song was so beautiful, I loved it.” you whisper. He just stared at you with a smile.

“If I knew you would kiss me, I would have played it a long time ago.” you giggled and brought your lips together for one more kiss. He let his hands wander this time but so did you. Your fingers ran through his brown hair, this being something you wanted to do for so long. He kept one hand on your waist and placed the other on the side of your face.

Your lips moved so in sync like you’ve been doing this all your lives. You were so drawn to each other, you felt like you couldn’t pull away in that moment even if you tried. Like this invisible magical force just glued the two of you to-

“Okay, that is enough! Get out I need to change!” Julie brusted in causing Luke to jump up and cling to you like Scooby Doo.

“Wow, you are so brave.''you laughed rolling your eyes at. “Come on, let’s leave alone Julie. We’ll meet ya at the car?”

 Jules nodded and sent a wink in your way. You walked outside, both of you grinning like idiots. 

“So uhm...Does this make us, Us?”

“Yeah. I mean if that’s what you want too.” you look at your shoes and bite your lower lip waiting for his answer.

“There’s nothing I want more.” he said. “Oh well..maybe another kiss wouldn’t be so bad either..”

[anti-plexus]

Tim Wright (Masky) x Reader:

Title: Stalker

Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: Murder, stalking (duh), and some very mild suggestive content.

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It was only supposed to be a surveillance mission, simple. He had to watch you, god knows why, and acquire information. He never expected all of this to end with him becoming infatuated with you. You were a killer, just like him, so it made sense as to why Slender wanted to keep tabs on you. It was intriguing, watching the way you killed, it made him feel inspired. But he would never engage with you, only watch from afar as you lived out your life.

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Screams rang out through the deserted building. You chortled and wiped your bloody fist on the sleeve of your sweatshirt. "Do you like that, hun~?" You asked your victim, an older man who had multiple child abuse charges under his belt. "P-Please! S-Spare me!" The man pleaded, clutching his bloodied face. "Hmm... how about no." You grinned wickedly. "B-But I haven't done anything w-wrong! I-I'm innocent!" Your smile faltered as you felt a rush of rage at his words. HOW DARE HE!! 'You... you think you're innocent?" "Y-yes-" A crooked giggle burst out of your throat. "Hahaha! I smell a liar, buddy." "N-" BANG! The man slumped over, life draining from his frail body. You chuckled flatly. You tipped your gun up and blew away the smoke emitting from it. "See you in hell, you fucking piece of shit." —————— Tim had to give it to you, that was fucking awesome. You were on the first floor of the building and he had been on the second, watching as you annihilated the man and burned the body. He noticed you looking around as if you knew he was t- "Shit...." He muttered when you began to climb the rickety ladder that connected the first and second floors. Tim ducked behind some old cargo boxes as you arrived on the second floor. Your head swiveled around, taking note of your surroundings. After a little bit of staring, you headed off in the opposing direction from Tim's position. He breathed a sigh of relief. Now it was time to get the fuck out of t- "And who the hell might you be?" Your voice appeared from behind him making him whip around rather violently. "Don't be a pussy and tell me why you've been following me for the past seven months." Tim was nearly speechless. "I...." You cocked your head inquisitively. "Come on, pretty boy, spill the beans." At that moment, Tim was nearly delirious with relief that his mask was covering his face, for it hid his pink cheeks. That little 'pretty boy' nickname had him going.... "You always like this, pretty boy? Spacing out in front of a killer ain't very safe." You advised, hazardly twirling your gun in between your fingers. Tim remained quiet, watching your every move. He honestly didn't know what to do, you were a peculiar person. But he eventually managed to answer your previous comment. "I think I'll be ok, you're not the only killer here." "Oh? So that means you're a stalker AND a killer." "Hey! I'm not a stalker-" "Bruh." You deadpanned. "You've been following me for almost a year! If that's not considered stalking, then I don't know what is!" "Touché..." Tim admitted, to which you laughed. "But seriously," Your tone hardened as you stared him down. "Why the hell are you stalking- er, following me?" Tim took a breath, he knew he probably should just come up with a plausible lie to tell you, but part of him wanted to tell you the truth. Maybe if he did that, you would trust him... "Well, I was instructed to." "By who?" "Someone called S-"  BRIIIING! BRIIING! Tim coughed awkwardly as he fished his phone out of his pocket and held it to his ear. "Yes?" ... "Wait... you want me to..." ... "Yeah, I know, but-" ... "Yes, sir. I understand." And with that, he hung up and proceeded to stare at you. "What?" You asked, slightly unnerved by his staring. Tim scratched the back of his neck. "Well, uh, my 'boss' want's me to kidnap- I mean, bring you to him." "Do you know why?" "I think he wants you to work for him... otherwise he would have had me kill you months ago." You contemplated your options, you could either run away, or find out who "The Boss" was. Hell, maybe this would even benefit you. "Well... would I still get to kill people?" "Absolutely! It's essentially what we do!" Tim excitedly informed you, and you shrugged. "Sure, I'll give it a shot." Tim grabbed your hand and dragged you over to the ladder. Once you both had climbed down, Tim lead you to an old Toyota Camry. "Hop in- wait... what's your name?" He asked sheepishly. You giggled at the question. "I'm (y/n). What's yours?" "Masky, but

you can call me Tim." "Sure thing, Tim." You affirmed. Tim smiled beneath his mask as you both entered the car and drove to your new home. ———————— *Nine Months Later* "JEFF!!" You screeched as you chased the poor man down the halls of the Slender-mansion. "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, YA LITTLE BITCH!!" But Jeff only laughed. "You'll have to catch me first, fuckwad!" Oh, you were mad. Ever since you arrived at the mansion and became a proxy, Jeff had it in his heart to make you suffer. In the beginning, his form of "Torture" had just been annoying, like stealing your weapons or teasing you for no reason, but it had slowly evolved into perverted schemes aimed at your very sanity and modesty alike. But this time, he had gone too far. You had come back from a rather exhausting mission and found him in your room, going through your panty drawer. You, like any sane person, were chasing him to reclaim the stolen clothes he carried in his arms and atop his head. Jeff made a sharp turn into the living room and launched himself onto the couch, right next to a startled Masky. You gasped as all your panties went flying everywhere. "What the hell, J- Wait... are those...?" Masky stared at your panties, trying to figure what the hell was going on. "Yes, Tim. Those are MY panties." You snarled before grabbing Jeff off the couch and slamming him against the adjacent wall, effectively pinning him while you held your gun to his head. It was at that moment that Jeff realized he fucked up. "So, any last words, Jeff~?" You asked in a sing-song voice. Jeff was silent for a second, before he started screaming at Tim to, "Get your psycho-ass girlfriend off me!", to which Tim responded with a shrug and a, "She's not my girlfriend." "Well, she should be! You two bitch-ass psycho's are perfect for each other!" You growled at Jeff, digging your gun deeper into his hair. "Says the person with a kill count of 600+." Jeff smirked. "And I enjoyed. Every. Single. One." "What is going on in here?!" You turned, only to come face-to-face with Slenderman. You immediately released Jeff, put your gun away, and bowed to Slender, just as Tim was doing. "You may rise, children." Slenderman said after a few seconds. "But one of you must tell me why (y/n)'s panties are scattered around the room and why there is a man-sized dent in the wall." "I-" You were just about to explain when Tim interrupted you. "I believe Jeff stole (y/n)'s panties and then she chased and confronted him here, hence the dent in the wall." Slender sighed exasperatedly. "I see... no matter, you all WILL clean up this... uh, mess. I expect that this won't happen again, right?" "Yes, sir!" You and Tim acknowledged, but Jeff only scoffed. "I can't make any promises, SiR, that's some sexy shit right there." He commented, pointing at your panties. You were just about to lunge at Jeff, but Tim hooked his arms under yours and held you against his broad chest. You blushed slightly, your anger forgotten. Slender, who seemed satisfied that you and Tim had answered, proceeded to leave the room, muttering something about, "Those god-dang horny teenagers." Jeff snickered before plucking one of your panties off the floor and tossing it to you. "It's a shame you own this kind of stuff, sweetheart," He grinned at you devilishly, and you could have sworn you heard Tim growl under his mask. "Because it makes you look like a shitty-ass whore." And with that, he was gone. "Holy fuck, I hate that guy...." You muttered. "Same here." Tim agreed from behind you. Suddenly, you felt something hard poke your ass. "Hey Tim, can you let me go? Your phone is poking my ass." You could feel Tim's body stiffen behind you, but thought nothing of it. "O-oh, sure, (y/n)" He complied, releasing you before taking off his jacket and quickly turning around. "Tim? You ok, dude?" You asked as he tied his jacket around his waist backward, which was kinda strange. Weren't jackets supposed to be tied with the sleeves hanging down in the front? It almost looked like Tim was trying to

hide something.... "I'm fine, (y/n). It's just getting kinda stuffy in here." He explained, turning to face you. "But we should probably start cleaning up." "Agreed." You sweatdropped as you began picking up the scattered panties, before you realized how uncomfortable this must be for Tim. "Hey, I got this if you're uncomfortable." You said, smiling at him. "No, it's ok. I'll help." Was his answer, to which you shrugged. "Ok, but if you get uncomfortable, I can-" "No. It's ok, (y/n)." "Well, thanks. I appreciate it." "Anytime." ———————— You sighed in relief once you shoved all your panties back into their drawer, that mother-fucker Jeff had taken at least 13 of them. "(Y/n)." Came Tim's voice from behind you. "Hm?" "You can't just shove them in the drawer," He chided. "You have to FOLD them first." You deadpanned. "Sorry, dude, but I don't have that kind of energy right now. I'll fold them later-" "Then, I'll help you." Your face positively EXPLODED with red. "W-what?! I-it's ok, r-really!" "No, it's not. Don't be embarrassed," He calmly explained. "This is a life skill you need to learn, (y/n)." "I-I already know, I-i'm just t-too tired right now!" You stuttered, a blushing mess. "Then, I'll help you, so you don't have to do it later." Tim insisted, stepping toward your drawer and opening it, taking an (f/c) panty out and folding it, then neatly putting it in the drawer. Reluctantly, you began folding the panties, too. Tim was right, it didn't take too long, but you couldn't help but feel flustered because of what was going on. "There, all done." Tim said as he returned the last panty to your drawer. "Thanks for the help, Tim." You said. "I probably wouldn't have done it at all without you." Tim laughed. "You're welcome, (y/n)- Oh shit-!" But he never got a chance to finish, because he tripped over a hazardly placed rope you forgot to pick up. CRASH! You felt the air being knocked out of your lungs as Tim crashed on top of you with an, "Oof!". "T-Tim!" "Sorry, (y/n). I tripped." "Eh, it's fine... are you ok, though?" "Yeah, I'm good-" Tim opened his eyes and realized where his face had landed. Right smack-dab in the middle of your chest, and from the way your face looked, you had realized that, too. "H-holy shit, (y/n)! Did I h-hurt you?!" He asked, unburying his face from your chest. "I-I'm ok..." You blushed even more. "B-but could you get o-off me?" "M-mhm!" Once Tim had gotten off you, you couldn't help but burst out laughing, much to Tim's annoyance. "Hey! What's the big idea?" He asked incredulously from atop your bed. "I'm not sure," You kept laughing. "This whole situation is just hilarious." "Har har." "No, seriously! Everything that just happened was so random, I can't help, but laugh!" You explained. Tim thought for a moment. "But I don't think it's very funny," He murmured. "Could you please stop laughing?" You tried. You did, but more laughter just kept bubbling up from your throat everything you tried to stop. "I can't stop!" You informed him while laughing, tears had begun to accumulate in your eyes. "I can help you stop." "How-" Tim moved so fast he was just a blur, and before long, you felt a pair of lips on your own. The kiss was short, but it shut you up rather effectively. "I..." Tim smirked and kissed you again, tossing his mask over his shoulder. This time, the kiss was heavy and passionate. You wrapped your arms around his neck before you two separated for air. "It seemed my method worked." Tim teased, his eyes slightly glazed over with lust. You didn't even answer, for you immediately kissed him again, pushing your tongue into his mouth and wrestling tongue-to-tongue with him. Tim soon realized that you would win the tongue battle at this rate, so he reached down and gripped your ass in his hands, causing you to gasp and giving him the opportunity he needed to win the tongue battle. You made a small noise akin to that of a moan when his tongue entered your mouth, and began to explore, as if he was trying to memorize it. You were so

into it that you didn't notice your bedroom door opening. "Hey, (y/n)- Holy shit!" You heard someone yell, and immediately stood up, along with Tim. The voice's owner belong to none other than BEN, who stood in your doorway awkwardly. "What is it, BEN?" Tim asked. "As you could see, me and (y/n) are busy at the moment." To which you blushed heavily. "Well," BEN began. "I went into the living room a little bit ago to play Nintendo, and I found this hanging from the ceiling fan." He explained, holding up one of your (f/c) panties. Tim immediately snatched the panty from BEN, folded it, and placed it in the drawer. "Thank you, BEN. You may go." Ben looked at you, then Tim, then back at you before slowly turning around and shuffling out of your room, mumbling something about, "Those two frisky weirdos." Suddenly, you felt something wrap around your head and your vision went dark. "Tim?" You asked, fumbling around trying to find him. "So, wanna finish what we started~?" Came a sultry voice from behind you, to which you gulped nervously. "W-what do you mean b-by that-" You understood what he meant a couple minutes later. (A/n: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

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That was really long 😅

Still, I hope you guys enjoyed :)

[dumbass-mha-simp]

Hawks x Reader: Bad Idea

Another self indulgent Hawks fic that I've literally had in my notes for months. He lives in my head rent free along with my other 22 fake boyfriend's because I'm ✨mentally unstable.✨ It is a song fic tho, Bad Idea ft. Shiloh Dynasty https://youtu.be/kH9hJnT7KkE

Tw: food, depression, Hawks is honestly just feeling it bro- same dude,

Word count: almost 2k? I think

Requests are open! Honestly I'm probably terrible but the only things I can think to write are those imaginary situations I put myself in

(Y/L/N)- your last name

(Y/N)- your name

Thoughts or emphasized talk are in italics

Also idk why but I imagine he removes his feathers to shower since they probably need different cleaning conditions and also they just seem like a hassle in showers.

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Here he was, the number two prohero. Everyone assumed his life was perfect, anything he wanted served on a gold platter. He felt the guilt creep up into him.

I should be thankful. The thoughts ate away at his mind in the rare seconds he got alone. You shouldn't be so selfish. So annoying. So insufferable.

Takami pushed these thoughts back. "No one needs to know how you think, Keigo." He whispers out to himself in his office.

He scrawled at paper work, trying to not let the self depreciating thoughts feast away on his mind. Unfortunately for him, different thoughts came up.

His best friend, Rumi had this friend. (Y/L/N). Smart, attractive, sometimes a little rough around the edges, but amazing. He found his mind wandering to them all too often.

They were mostly unknown, despite their insanely strong quirk. They preferred to stay out of the lime-light, through that irritable exterior sat overwhelming anxiety and shyness. But they always denied it.

He stopped himself as he realized he's spent 10 minutes only thinking of them, a friend. Yeah right.

He lazily walked out of the office waving to all his employees as he made his way outside. His eyes slowly dragged to the darkly faded blue sky, dusted in clouds. Cold, tired, aching. Just how he felt.

He took a slow brisk flight to his house, feeling the wind bash his face and the air flow through his feathers. He gently placed a foot on the metal railing of his balcony, taking a deep step to the ground and opening the door.

The emptiness rung through his apartment like a blaring siren. You have everything. How can you still want more?

The voices in his head screamed and clawed their way out. You're nobody. No one ever loved you. You're so alone. You're nothing but a tool to the commission. You're actual character is useless.

He shed his coat, boots, and pants. Looking to himself in the mirror as he removed most of his feathers. He looked exhausted as he stumbled into the shower, numbly.

The next ten minutes seemed to elude him when he wondered how much time has gone by of him staring at the shower wall blankly.

He dried off a bit then looked around his kitchen for something to eat. Have I eaten today? The buzz and light of his phone on the counter startled him.

"Hey, Hawks." A single, simple message from (Y/L/N). Okay don't panic.

"What's up?" He replied swiftly.

"I had this feeling something was wrong and wanted to check up on you."

"Why would you think that?" He tried to play it off like it wasn't true without actually lying.

"I'm not sure. Do you maybe wanna join me?" You asked.

"Where?"

"Well, every once in awhile when I need a break I go and stargaze with a night picnic. It helps me relax, and if you think it might help I'd want to. I can tell something's off." You were always so convincing. It felt like you weren't too nosy or snoopy but you understood.

"Text me where to be and when?" He let out a gentle smile at his phone.

"The dollar store on 4th in 10 minutes? So we can choose some snacks together?"

"I'll be there."

Did Takami think any problems where going to be solved with some food in the dark? No. But would he skip the opportunity to be with you, to find out how he really felt when it was just you two? Absolutely not.

He landed down on the broken pavement outside of the old dollar store, scanning around to see you.

"Boo!" A bump from behind had him flinching to see the sound as you stood behind him giggling. "Got ya."

"Very funny (Y/L/N) the most amazing trick yet." He rolled his eyes with a slight smile.

"C'mon let's go grab a bunch of terrible snacks and call it a picnic, bird brain."

You two walked into the store and walked a large circle around it, choosing chips and candy and drinks at your leisure. Once you got to the counter, he fights you to his wallet.

"It's my picnic."

"And I'm the very special guest who was so generously invited. I'm paying." He grins as you pout at him.

Grabbing the bags you placed them in the back seat as you offered passenger side to him.

"I don't like cars."

"Why not?"

"Cramps my wings."

You look at him with the biggest puppy eyes you can manage. "You already agreed to keep me company and pay for the snacks, let me do something for you?"

"Fine, but only cause you're pouting kid."

He gently sits in your passenger seat as you strap yourself in and turn the car on. The car hums and the music playing softly on the radio are the only things heard. The peace feeling too good to break.

Once you pull your car up into the parking lot of a small park and grab your bags, you begin leading him to your usual place.

"Hold these." You hand him the bags as you jump and climb up on top of a big metal container. You peer over the side with big eyes and a smile as you say to him, "now hand me the bags and do what I did!"

He looks at you with a wide smirk before simply flying up to join you. "Or you can do it the cheater's way." You pouted and bumped his shoulder.

"It's not cheating, it's using my resources." He says with a triumphant smirk.

"Your cheating resources." You pull out your gummy candies and started eating as you leaned back till you were laying down.

"Do you like the stars, Hawks?" You say like your sleep talking, staring into the night sky.

"Keigo." He shifts to lay down about a foot away from you. "You can call me, Keigo. And... I don't think I've ever taken time to look at the stars."

"No sneaking out away from parents to sit on vans and stargaze? Or watching the sunrise with a partner while eating fast food?"

"What kinda date is sitting in a car for hours staring at the sky and eating?" He laughs.

"Ah one that never really happened, he just said he would. But never mind that repressed shit." A sad laugh forces itself out as you stare between the stars.

"Was he cute?" He tried to sound funny but it came out more sympathetic.

"Sometimes," you laugh with him. "But he had really nice hands."

"Hands? That's an odd thing to find attractive." He turned his head over to look at you as your eyes seemed to burn holes in the dark milky blue sky.

He continued laughing with you about this guy but couldn't help an overwhelming feeling of jealousy. Who was he? Did he look anything like him? Was this recent?

"Keigo?" A voice snapped at his train or thought, "Yes, (Y/L/N)?" He replied rushed.

"Do you want your mini cookies?" You ask looking to him with the bag.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks." He mentions grabbing the bag from your finger tips.

He ate his cookies and thought as you seemed either lost in your head, or lost in the stars.

Loving you would be selfish. As such a high ranking hero, he's made a target for himself and anyone around him. He's broken down, can't feel. You obviously have other people on your mind. Someone like you wouldn't be single long.

"When did he leave?" He blurts out without thinking. Maybe it's a sore subject-

"Long ago." You look lost, your eyes searching and wandering but never grabbing hold of exactly where you should be. "Why?" Well I guess if I'm gonna start prying might as well go all the way.

"He thought that maybe he could love me. But now that's just ridiculous," you laugh coldly. "Who would love me?"

"Falling in love with you seems like a really bad idea. But not on your part." He whispers into the wind, hoping it'll carry his words away from you.

"What do you mean?" You look completely confused, almost scattered.

"You're quiet, and I'm someone who puts a spotlight on practically anyone around me. You'd constantly be put in danger. Plus I'm arrogant and cocky, nothing at all like you." He acted like he could see the stars as you could. He stared into them finding any way he could to avoid your eyes.

"You could get hurt or I could annoy you." He whispers.

"I had no idea you felt that way, Keigo." You whisper back, shock keeping your voice quiet.

His eyes burned holes into the night sky, he felt he shouldn't look at you. The mental image of you already wouldn't go away.

"You wanna know something, Keigo? I can read people like books, I can read stars like stories, and I can read in-between lines like they were in bold font. But, you always catch me off guard. Reading you is like a mystery novel. Sometimes intense, sometimes peaceful, but always keeping me wondering." You smile into the stars, you can tell he desperately doesn't want to see your eyes. "You're always leaving everyone on the edge of their seat, and when you leave you can't stop thinking of the next time you'll come. What you'll bring."

"I....I don't think I understand (Y/L/N)-" Keigo's soon cut off.

"(Y/N)"

"Well, (Y/N)- I don't think I understand." He tries to sit up and look at you.

"You catch me off guard, something about you speaks to me in ways I know you never actually would. I can see it, the way you stumble or hesitate. I can tell somethings scared you into silence." You've never had much chance to talk about the ways you analyze people, you wanted to tell him how you could tell the way he acted wasn't always good.

"I think you might be reading too much into this, kid." He tries to intervene.

"I get if you don't want to tell me." You stared up at the stars, waiting for him to do the same. "You see there?" You pointed to a star. "That's a constellation."

"They just look like stars." He seemed a bit disappointed that he couldn't see stars the way you did, with such knowledge and wonder in your eyes.

"That's cause they are," you giggled to him, "it's not like I can actually see the pictures either."

"You.. you can't?" He looked to you confused but slightly hopeful, how could they look at them but not see too?

"That's the whole point, Keigo. It's being able to see what's not really there. Sometimes I stare into the sky hoping to see any semblance of hope, but that's not how it is. You have to teach yourself to look at what could be there." He stared to you, a small content smile graced your face. You were beautiful.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"Maybe, loving you isn't such a bad idea.." he looked remorseful, staring into the stars. Maybe he could see it too one day.

"What do you mean?" You glace to him.

"You see so much, you can read and see the things I want to see. I want to learn, (Y/N). I want to see how you do."

The smile on your face spread.

"I'd love to show you."

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 5 "Pumpkin Patch" (Note: Offensive content, use at own discretion)

The theme was "Let Them Eat Cake," so my dad bought me this foreclosed McMansion down the street, and, like, 500 of my closest friends came dressed in 18th century attire, and, oh, the pool was filled with this, like, caviar slurry. And then at midnight, we just burnt the house down. When the firefighters came, they were actually strippers, and they put out the fire with champagne.

So walk me through this, honey.

Well, as you can see, every pumpkin in the patch is artisanal.

Then we move past the ice sculptures of demonic peeing cherubs, and yes, they will all be peeing vodka and Red Bull.

I'm sorry. Corn maze?

It's just that doing an exact replica maze from The Shining would have taken us way over budget on man power alone.

I told you money was no object.

Well, apparently, one of them died or something.

Do you have any idea what's at stake here?

Okay, well, it's not my fault that some guy died in the '70s.

I am tired of your sad-sack, I'm-a-total-downer-all-the-time schtick.

I'm over it!

Oh, my God, why are you so depressed?

Why do I have to be the homely one?

Just a second, nutbag.

God, do I have to spell it out for you?

You're a weird, psycho lunatic who's gonna end up in an asylum somewhere, staring at a wall, trying to nurse a watering can.

That's it! I can't take this anymore!

That is such a Mary Todd Lincoln thing to say.

You scream "I'm done with you" kind of a lot, and yet you're still standing here.

I think you know you have a good thing going.

You get to bask in my starlight as I do all the work and you get to grumble behind my back about how disrespected you are.

There's the door.

There's the door, bitch!

You did not deserve to be spoken to like that. Ever.

That is bollocks!

Clearly this fake kidnapping is a play to get the sympathy vote. So Gone Girl.

This is the biggest candle night of the year!

I hate you right now!

Halloween is the greatest night of the year. Greatest night. Because on this night, even kind of shy, kind of homely girls dress up like total sluts. I mean, every costume is just a slutty version of something. Slutty teacher, slutty nurse, slutty nun. I saw a girl last year dressed as slutty al-Qaeda!

See, Halloween it's a night for dudes with killer bods to walk around with our shirts off. And it's totally appropriate, as long as we call ourselves gladiators, Chippendales.

I have no idea how you got into this college.

Look, we'll just hang out and play charades!

This cannot be happening!

Hey, what about Black Hairy Tongue Disease? I mean, does nobody here care about Black Hairy Tongue?

What about my pumpkin patch?

I blame you for this.

[NAME], nice boobs.

Join me in saying you are not afraid!

Just baking some cookies for the neighborhood trick-or-treaters.

Uh, they're toenail cookies.

Pink fur coats worn in all weather, my idea. Flapper dresses made out of feathers, also my idea. Oversized sunglasses worn everywhere, my idea, my idea, my idea!

So why are you baking toenail cookies and giving them to children?

Okay, whose side are you on?

I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. I'm what you call

a "switch-hitter."

Wait, are you bisexual? Because that's what "switch-hitter" means.

Do you mean "double agent"?

What are you writing?

Do you know how big Halloween is in the candle community?

Is this an ant farm?

There's a mom ant, Deborah, who mostly just lies around and she has about 100 husband ants, who come around and give it to her good, which she really enjoys. And then there's about a million sterile daughter ants who feed her and are her slaves. So, an ideal family.

She'd win. And then I'd beg to be her second-in-command, while quietly pull the strings behind the scenes like Dick Cheney.

This plan involves a lot of circuitous logic.

Oh, my God! Those are, like, $100 each!

They're the highest quality candles that can be purchased retail.

What a brilliant and revolutionary idea.

Are you cheating?

This is a clear violation of the honor code.

You must be new here.

Who are you calling?

I'm gonna get you fired.

At least you wore something nice today.

Remember to smile for your mug shot.

I'm burping uncontrollably like Robert Durst.

They'll know I'm guilty!

I'm next in line and in charge here.

You can sum up my viewpoint on this with one word; indifference.

We are her only hope.

Sometimes, in order for a person to achieve their full potential, they have to do things on their own.

I am in charge here!

I love that you're a man.

This is the most sensual song ever written.

We need to do this right now!

I just saw her boobs.

Oh, a salad date is, it's like, it's more casual than dinner, but more formal than coffee.

Whose pants are these?

You know, you're a human being with feelings and needs, right?

Enough about me and my confusion and sad dead feeling inside.

It just really hurt my feelings.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure my so-called friends are the ones that turned me in so I'm just feeling, like, super alone right now.

Man, I am your biggest Instagram fan!

I just think you are a style genius.

I will never be able to repay you for the kindness you've shown me in here.

Besties for life, I say.

Your bail's been posted.

I knew you'd bail me out.

Can I just say what a relief it is to be able to share it with somebody and not feel judged?

You know, I mean, all my girlfriends are like, "That's immoral." "You should be ashamed of yourself!"

Ashamed? What the hell you got to be ashamed for?

You should be proud.

I could've lost my job.

I mean, it lasted, like, 45 seconds, and the whole time, it just felt like I was getting stabbed in the abdomen.

I tied him up and I kept my uniform on and proceeded

to read him his rights. My favorite being "You got the right to remain sexy."

Give me some!

You know he's sexy!

That was one of the best nights of my life.

Well, I've already contacted the police department, despite the fact that a person can't be considered "missing" until at least 72 hours has passed.

That's morbid.

I've already hired an investigator.

What, are you two a couple now?

What the hell are you doing?

You sold me down the river, bitch.

Wait, Gary Coleman's parents stole his kidneys?

I would never say that, because I'm pretty sure that never even happened.

Why does ratting me out sound like exactly something you would do?

You know, I've never thought of myself as a killer, but I am seriously considering ramming this pick into the back of your eye socket.

Maybe you'll get your head sawed off.

You have cameras in my room?

I have eyes everywhere, bitch.

The name of my future perfume is Revenge.

How is that something you just happen to know?

That is stupidest thing I've ever heard.

What's the password?

I just can't eat any more of these.

This ain't The Marriage Ref! This ain't Judge Joe Brown! We ain't on the Maury Show! We ain't standin' in line trying to get tickets to Dr. Phil! I am not Steve Harvey, people, and this ain't the Family Feud!

I'm tryin' to catch a killer.

Help me get the spy gear in the car!

How can you promise?

We're in a maze, you don't know where you're going!

I always knew it would come to this.

Why are we doing this right now?

I forgot the flashlights!

What am I supposed to do with this?

This is so creepy.

It smell like booty in here.

I'm getting a nervous feeling in my stomach.

I might start farting. If I cut some, you promise not to tell anyone?

Oh, my boob!

Stay where you are! I'll come and get you!

Ooh, this is nice.

It's really beautiful.

It looks like you just crossed some stuff out and wrote that in in marker.

Okay, can we talk about that for a second? Because it just happened a few hours ago, and I'm still really traumatized.

I need some cheering up right now.

Excuse me, darling, I'm exhausted.

Wait, we need to hear what happened to you.

Just wondering where you find a house with a pit. The market for them would be pretty limited.

Did you escape, or did you kill him?

I've always had a thing for bad boys.

That got way out of hand.