#this came on at the rock bar i was at yesterday and i got so sad at the realization i'll never get to see her live
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Love in the Time of Socialism
joost klein x artist!reader
art, mush, and ramblings about life
warnings: depression (ish), burnout, reader character in some vague mental health funk
word count: 2k
a/n: slight prequel to blue is the colour of your eyes but can be read as stand alone. just same artist reader. vaguely romantic but just ramblings and getting feelings out haha. started this when I was in more of a bad mental state (lol) but im fine now so it got kinda tame by the end of it. still not proofreading anything
title from the song Love in the Time of Socialism by Yellow House
Rpf below the cut—
Normally Joost has to call you because its the only way you will actually look at your phone. Its more often that not you find yourself fixated on planning out your next project, and your friends have to force you back into reality. There was that one time no one had heard from you in over a week and thought you were dead, when you were just working. You hadn’t realized how many texts you missed and apologized for scaring your friends half to death. Especially Joost.
So now you leave your ringer on, and now they call.
Tonight, however, Joost calls and you aren’t in your studio. You are in your bed, where you have been for the entire day. and also most of yesterday. There isn’t a reason in your head specifically why this has happened. you MEANT to get up. Theres a list of chores and things to do just sitting on your desk, but you woke up late, so now nothing will get done. At some point it just became too stressful to even get up and look at it. You roll over and stare at the contact picture of him, smiling with some dumb fish eye lens he thought was funny. You debate not picking up at all.
But you can’t ignore him.
“Hi Joost.” your voice came through the phone more hoarse than intended when you answered, you don’t remember the last time you talked to someone. “Whats going on?”
“the others wanted to go out for drinks tonight, you hadn’t responded so I wanted to check you were joining us.” You could imagine him rocking back and forth on his heels in the middle of his living room while he talked, it was either that or pacing around.
“uhh..” Drinks at a bar was the last thing on your mind. In any other situation you would have loved to be around your friends, but right now you just needed to avoided as much as possible. “Not a good night, tonight. Sorry, I’ll have to join you guys next time.”
Joost felt like something was off, you sounded tired. “Is everything okay?”
“I’ll be fine I just… shit brain day. bad brain thats all. It happens.” You did your best to summarize how you felt without actually admitting anything, you weren’t sure how to explain anything anyway.
“ Oh Im sorry, would it be good, if I came over? I can keep you company, if thats okay?”
“you don’t have to, I’ll be fine tomorrow. I want you to have fun. ” you insisted, but he pressed on.
“I don’t mind, the group would understand. Have you eaten today?”
“Like… a meal? yes, or well, no. I had a soda..” You glance at the half drunk soda from the night before, now flat. “and uhhh..”
“I’ll pick something up.” You could hear him on the other end gathering things together, keys, wallet, probably his ipad.
“.. thank you. I’ll see you in a bit, I guess.”
-
Joost knocked on your door about an hour later. In that time you were able to get out of bed and make your way to the bathroom to change and make yourself somewhat presentable in front of a guest, and to the kitchen to make coffee despite it being 8pm.
You opened it to see Joost with a sheepish smile as he extends his arms out for a hug. “Hi.”
“Hi Joost.” you take the step to hug him, feeling his body heat contrast with the cold nighttime. “I’m glad you’re here.” the two of you head inside to your living room where he empties his bag of take out to reveal a couple different thai dishes and egg rolls. It was hard to not admit you weren’t at least a little bit hungry.
The two of you ate in mostly silence, making small talk about different projects you two have going on, or the fact that the two of you were in between projects. He done with touring for the time being and in the process of working on a new album. You loosely avoiding talking about any current work plans but mentioned one or two paintings you finished for a private gallery commission last month.
“ Just some paintings of animals and nature-ish symbolism. Honestly my heart wasn’t really in that one, but it payed the rent so.” you shrug and shove noodles into your mouth.
“Well now you have the time to work on your own stuff, right?” he commented, leaning back into your couch and looking down at you sitting on the floor instead of any of your own furniture. “Draw whatever your heart desires.”
“I mean I guess.. Im just glad to be done with the oil paints for now. I swear i think I was gonna die in my studio from all the chemicals. I dunno, I finished that whole project last month, I haven’t really been very productive since then.” you trail off and Joost gets a concerned expression on his face.
He sinks down from his spot of the couch to join you in the floor. The fluffy rug brushing against his legs as he adjusts his new sitting position.
“Its okay to take a break, you know.”
“I know I know, I just get frustrated. I never seem to have my energy directed towards the right thing. Whenever I have all those big projects from other contractors, I can brainstorm and think of all these interesting ideas I wanna work on, but I can’t because then I would get behind on the art Im being paid to do.”
“mhm.” he nods, to indicate he’s following along.
“ And then whenever Im done with those projects, I just get… tired. and my focus is gone. and Everything just feels…” you gesture the last bit with your hands, scrambling your fingers, to imply your thoughts. You aren’t looking at him, but you can still see him nodding in your peripherals. Joost always seemed to understand your thinking and explanations to things, even if you thought they were messy.
“Do you want to try painting right now?” he asks. you just shrug your shoulders.
“I don’t know what I would paint.”
“You can paint our dinner, or, or yourself, or your plants maybe?” he suggested and stands up. “Can I paint too?”
“Oh we’re actually doing this?” Not that you didn’t want to, but this self doubt had creeped into your mind again. That failing to produce something decent would prove that you’ve lost all your talent, your skill.
“yea we can have a little painting party!” he chimed, but he hesitated walking over to your studio to grab stuff, still giving you the space to reject his idea.
you looked away and started nervously tapping your fork against the table.
tap tap tap tap
“…sure. We can use my watercolors, Ive been wanting to use them more often anyway.”
the coffee table became a little more cluttered as you set up the paints for the two of you. Joost using an old set 24 pans and you using a newer set of watercolor tubes you were gifted last year and never opened. You watched as Joost immediately dipped his brush in water and started activating the blue paints, spreading it onto his paper in big random strokes.
“what are you painting?”
“not sure yet, maybe im painting you.” he looks up and smirks. you scrunch your nose up.
“why are you using so much blue. am I a smurf?” you joke and he just shrugs and points to your own paper.
“Just mess around, can’t be any worse than what im doing.”
tap tap tap tap tap tap
you fidget with your own brush for a few seconds lo get before grabbing a big mop brush and wetting your paper with clean water. Taking your smaller brush again, you pour out a small amount of yellow and mix it up with some more water. You hesitate for a moment longer before letting the brush lightly touch the surface, creating a burst of colour on the paper as the colour seeps onto the page. You make a few more random marks before switching to another warm colour and repeating the process, now watching the colours bleeds and mix into each other. You look at Joost paper and see that he is actually now trying to paint you, the blue fortunately was able to be mostly contained to the background.
“Do you ever think about what you would do if you weren’t a musician?” you ask.
“I dunno I think after this I could have a pretty successful art career.” he teases but sees in your face the question is more serious. “I don’t know. I started off with youtube, but if I wasn’t doing that… its hard to think about what my life would be like if I didn’t follow this path.”
“I always have this feeling deep down, that I made a wrong choice somewhere along the line. I was thinking about going to school for psychology, I also wanted to work with animals at one point, be a vet. I enjoy art, don’t get me wrong, but I just worry that in making it my job Ive just drained all the passion I had for it.”
You let the paper dry before staining the page with lines of dark burgundy, creating hands and a human heart. he hums as he listens, not adding anything, but simply letting you vent. beginning to piece together your mood from earlier. “I don’t have any jobs lined up right now, which is what Ive been waiting for, to work on my own stuff, yknow? I haven’t had the time ive wanted to make something for myself for a while. But now I just feel, I feel like ive been frozen.”
“things seem to be okay right now. I like what youve made. ” you look down and see the scribbles youve made with your paint. hands clasped over a broken heart. you shrug and smile softly, signing the bottom.
“Just a scribble, you can have it if you want.” You hand the paper over to him. “thank you for coming by, its… its nice being around you. Helps a bit.”
Joost takes the paper and studies it for a second. “I really like it, maybe I should come by more often.”
“If you bring the food we can have art nights whenever you want.” he holds up his paper. The blue bleeding into your skintone and hair since he didn’t wait for anything to properly dry. “I might stick to my ipad though, I don’t know why you like this paint.” he scrunches his nose at it. you laugh and it makes him smile.
You notice for the first time how bright his eyes look when he smiles, but you brush the thought away.
-
“Feeling a bit better?” he asks as he lingers by the door on his way out.
“a bit. like I said It was just a mood, I was gonna be fine tomorrow most likely… I still appreciate you coming over.”
“Don’t ever be afraid to call or text okay? Im always here to talk if you need. or just to listen.”
“definitely. Ive been meaning to uh, talk to someone about all this stuff anyway, you’re not a professional but ill keep it in mind.”
he grins and goes in for one last hug. you feel him slightly squeeze you and linger a little longer than usual before letting go. With one last glance he waves and head off. You see him pull out a cigarette for the walk back. It takes you a second to close the door. standing there watching him walk off until he turns a corner and disappears. Closing the door you sigh and go the clean up your living room.
You notice he left the portrait he drew of you. signed at the bottom with a smiley face next to his name.
It gets hung up in your studio above your desk.
#joost klein#joost klein x reader#joost fanfic#joost klein fanfic#joost klein x you#rpf#eurovision#artist!reader#vague mental state#mental health issues#whoops#mush#i hate endings#no beta we die like men
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Hi, I had thought a story between James Hetfield ( maybe in the 90s) x wife!reader based on the song "November rain" by Guns N' Roses.
I wish it was sad ( I know, I like sad things. That's why i chose this wonderful song) I hope you like this idea.
Lots of love
I’ve ALWAYS wanted to do a fic based on a song… but- I think this turned out pretty weak and probably not what you were looking for (I had a little bit or writers block but that didn’t stop me from at least delivering SOMETHING
𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ¹⁹⁹⁷
I was standing in the kitchen, lost in clattering dishes and the slosh of the dishwasher. Mundane sounds from every day created a comfortable background, but then one new, soft, very familiar melody crawled inside.
It was the opening piano notes of "November Rain" by Guns n' Roses, right there, laid out, a song that I hadn’t heard in a while.
Curiously, I dried my hands on the dish towel and followed the sound. It led down the hallway, past the living room, and toward the nursery.
With every step, the sweet melody became more clear, pulling at memories long tucked away for safe keeping.
I paused at the nursery door, letting the soft glowing nightlight bleed into the quiet hallways. Inside, I peeked inside, only to feel my heart squeeze in my chest.
James sat in the rocking chair, holding our baby daughter in his arms. His head was only slightly bowed, watching her as he softly crooned the words of the song.
His voice, which was normally gritty and powerful, was so loving and soothing now, curling itself around the words in a way that I knew he’d only ever do for his child.
"Sometimes I need some time on my own," he sang, the lines laced delicately with love. "Sometimes I need some time all alone."
I slipped quietly into the room, not wanting to break their moment, yet not able to walk away. James looked up and directly at me, he beamed humbly, continuing to sing, eyes never leaving mine.
I moved closer, where I could see how our daughter's small fingers were locked onto one of his. She stared up at him with wide, saucer eyes.
"This song," he whispered, then stopped singing and smiled. "Ahhh, it reminds me so much of your mommy. Do you know that I danced to this song with your mommy when we first met?” He cooed to her.
That night is as fresh in my mind as if it was only yesterday, the way he pulled me onto the dance floor despite my protests, how I was so glad he did, because I fell so in love with him.
"We were at this dive bar," James went on, gently rocking. "Your mommy didn't want to dance at first. But I wouldn't take no for an answer. Then this song came on and, man, I think she changed her mind. And now look, we’ve got you."
It brought tears to my eyes. He looked down at our daughter, his face soft.
"Your mommy looked so beautiful that night," he whispered. "She still does, every day. This song became our song. And now, it's yours, too sweetheart."
He eyes fluttered, tiny breaths evening out, and she slipped off to sleep at his voice.
"I know it's hard to keep an open heart," he sang, his eyes meeting mine again. "When even friends seem out to harm you. But if you could heal a broken heart, wouldn't time be out to charm you?"
The words seemed to take a new meaning for me standing there, our love, and the new life brought into this world together.
The music finally stopped, and James rose his gaze to mine, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love you," he said so easily, like smooth melting butter. "I love you more every day."
I walked over to him, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "I love you too," I whispered. "So much."
He carefully shifted our daughter to one side so I could sit beside him on the arm of the rocking chair. I perched there, wrapping one arm about his shoulders while resting my head against him.
Together we watched our daughter sleep, her tiny chest steady rise and fall.
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When I was fourteen, I asked Grandma to sue for custody over me and my brother. She would probably have won, too. Our neighbors had called the sheriffs more than once when they heard the screaming. I denied everything, but it all got written down anyways. The court could subpoena those records, I would honestly testify in court, and that would be the end of it.
We were stargazing in her back yard. She drank whiskey. She wouldn’t let me have any, even though I drank with Dad all the time, so I had a Pepsi. I carried two lawn chairs out into the darkness. Only it wasn’t really darkness. On the eve of a full moon, I could see the smallest lines of the bar code on my soda can. That night was a new moon without clouds. Nothing to obscure the stars.
For years, I had wanted to ask Grandma to adopt us, but I never found the courage. The idea just burned inside my head. I dreamed of leaving home and living with her; instead, the words had always died in my throat. Impossible to speak, impossible to keep inside.
That night, Toby was sleeping like a rock inside, my soda was sweet, the stars were shining, and I thought, I want to be here every night. So I decided to finally tell Grandma what I wanted.
“I want to stay with you.”
“You can stay the night. We’ll just go in and call your father to let him know where you are.”
“No. I want to stay here permanently.”
Grandma didn’t say a word.
“I want you to sue for custody,” I said.
“Jesus, Jasper…” she said. “What do you think that would do to your father?”
“He’d have two less mouths to feed.”
“And two more holes in his heart.”
“He doesn’t love me.”
“Of course he loves you.”
I swallowed. I had already admitted my deepest fantasy—that Grandma would take me and my brother away—and suddenly, I found that I couldn’t keep secrets anymore. Once I allowed the dam to crack, the flood was inevitable. I said something I had never admitted to anyone before.
“He hits me.” I waited for Grandma to react. “He hits me hard. Way too hard.”
I stared into my grandmother’s agonized eyes, hoping she would solve all my problems, but she just stared back at me in silence.
“Yesterday, he put out a cigarette on my chest.” I pulled up my t-shirt and showed her the burn on my ribs. “Just because I forgot to take out the trash.”
She still didn’t say anything. I could see her heart slowly breaking apart.
But I also saw that she wasn’t going to intervene.
I had always assumed my grandmother actually would try to take me and Toby once she knew how Dad treats us. I thought I only had to work up the courage to ask. If she knew, she would stop it. She would save me. But she had always known, hadn’t she?
Grandma ruffled my hair.
“When I was a young woman, not much older than you, I would drive to Utah every winter and backpack in the Uintas,” she said. “Completely alone. Sometimes, I would be out there for more than two weeks. The hardest part came halfway through the trip. There was this twelve-mile-long stretch of land without ponds or rivers, which meant that I couldn’t stop and sleep. If I slept, I would wake up without water, and I would die. Once I set out through the dry land, I had to keep moving. No matter what.
“You know how I got through it? I would pick a tree close in front of me, and I would let myself think of nothing else. That tree was the center of every thought in my head. I told myself, ‘You only have to make it to that tree. Then you can stop.’ And it helped, even though it wasn’t true. If I told myself to walk twelve miles, I would drop dead. But I told myself that I only had to walk a few feet to the next tree — and I told myself that at least a thousand times. That mantra got me through it. Because walking to the tree feels like nothing, and by the time you’ve reached it, you feel strong enough to reach the next.”
She put her hand on my shoulder. “Just one more tree, kiddo.”
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Poetry On Perspective
Eddie x EnglishMajor!reader
This is just something I wrote after consuming too much poetry (I tried okay?)
I think Eddie would like Bukowski.
Warnings and notes: she/her pronouns, some swearing, not proofread, not much of an ending, kind of open ended (might do another part, idk)
I hope y’all like it :)
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“I’ve read bukowski,” she starts, up on the stage with her hair swept up behind her head, her bangs tickling her eyelashes as her eyes look downward to focus on the words she had previously written on the page, “and I’ve seen what Dickinson had to say. Two thoroughly different viewpoints, differing outlooks on love. With no more in agreement than that it exists. A man who talks of lovers and sparrows, and the whores and the pigeons. And a girl who speaks of death and men, and her garden and love.”
Jeff’s face was screwed up and gareth was shaking his head.
Eddie had read bukowski.
Eddie had referenced bukowski.
Hidden in the folds of a guitar riff and rock ballad were the stanzas to The Twins.
“Bukowski is an empty bar and a calloused hand and Dickinson is a robin at a bird bath and a carriage ride with an old friend. Perspective is a mistress who never appears the same for more than a month. She changes as the wind does, ebbs and flows depending on her mood.”
Eddie didn’t understand the entire point of the girl’s rambling.
Then again he wasn’t meant to be here. He was supposed to be an hour away in a hotel with a cigarette. Maybe a joint.
A flat tire had landed him on the side of the road, band members and equipment in tow. A bus of college students drove them into town, grant found a phone and called someone to help get the van but until they got it into town the guys were here.
They had watched the students go up one by one and read off nonsensical passages in their journals.
Eddie hadn’t been paying attention until the pretty girl came up on stage. Her sweaters hem a few inches above that of her skirt and her black nail polish chipped as she avoided the gaze of the crowd and flipped through her notebooks pages.
Her notebook was covered in doodles of different flowers and fish and post-it notes bloomed from the top of the thing until about halfway through where the pages were pristine and likely unused.
What had mainly caught his attention were the tattoos on her legs. Different patches of sharks and flowers adorned her skin. One in particular went from just above her knee and crept around the back of her thigh and up into her skirt.
He wanted to see what the rest of it looked like, what images the upper expanse of her thighs might be hiding and did her arms match?
“Perspective changes when she pleases. One day she can be the same as ever, grass is grass and flowers bloom and babies laugh, and the next maybe the grass weeds and flowers wilt and babies wail and fuss. A year is a week, a day is a decade. Your grandparents got married yesterday and you broke up with your ex a lifetime ago. Grass is grass, it’s meant to hold the dirt together, grass is weeds meant to invade your fathers yard so you never stop hearing about them. Babies laugh and babies cry but you don’t have to worry about that because you’re single and might die alone so you might never have babies. Your boyfriend was your everything and now your ex is the reason you smoke. Etc.”
She ends her rambling and closes her journal, looking to the rest of the small bar for critiques and hopefully some encouragement.
“It could use some clarity.” A boisterous voice pipes up and Eddie scans the crowd for the perpetrator.
A guy with thick rimmed glasses and patchy stubble stares up at her, his face the picture of audacity.
“I thought her point was perfectly clear.” Eddie shrugs and the guy looks over at Eddie before sighing.
“Her transitions weren’t clear, her sentences could be more concise. Her rambling could be poetry if it were only a bit more clear.” The guy offers.
“Or you could argue that adopting the style of bukowski and melding it with the imagery Dickinson was prone to using.” Eddie argues and the guy pauses thoughtfully, his lips pressing into a thin line as he pulls together his thoughts.
Gareth and Jeff exchange a look of confusion at Eddie's knowledge of poetry and literature while Grant seems to be enthralled with the argument between the two boys.
“That’s a good take. I just mean that the initial examples of Dickinson and Bukowski could be better transitioned into her next points about perspective.”
Eddie nods, “I could see why you would make that argument but I kinda like the rambling. She’s writing how she thinks. Thoughts don’t always transition seamlessly, I think it’s pretty cool to just hear someone’s thoughts on a subject and I like that she gets you to think about it yourself.”
“I guess that’s just perspective for you.” The guy shrugs and Eddie grins, silently agreeing with him.
Eddie turns his attention to the girl in front of the class, “the personal touches were nice. Your writing was relatable. My uncle is probably outside our house fighting with the weeds right now.”
The girl smiles, “thank you, Eddie.”
Eddies eyebrows raise at his name. He didn’t know how she knew it but fuck did it sound nice when she said it. She smiled and stared at him through her bangs, pulling her notebook to her chest to discreetly reveal the doodle of corroded coffins' first album cover.
She stands up and goes back to her seat. The next person comes up but Eddie isn’t paying any attention to whatever they have to say.
He’s too stuck on her. Too obsessed with never letting his eyes leave her to even consider whatever the fuck the asshole on stage has to say.
He wants to try and talk tk her after all of the readings are through but as the students file onto the bus grant blocks his view of her, letting him and the guys know that the van is in the shop at the moment getting the tire changed and they should able to get back on the road in an hour or two.
By the time Eddie looks up from grant the bus doors are closing the girl is gone.
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songs about you | rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader
summary eddie left town to chase his dreams, writing songs about you is killing him so he goes back to Hawkins to get you back.
warning break up mentioned (not with eddie), no use of y/n. just pure fluff so so fluffy.
a/n first fic after my break, sorry if it's messy. got the inspo from a scene from empire records ? kind of.
wc 1.5k
inspired on this moodboard i made
Eddie left town after he met Chase, a guy who worked at a recording studio in LA. When Chase met Eddie and his band Corroded Coffin he promised they had potential, since then they’ve been making songs and becoming a bigger band. You on the other hand, decided to go to the community college and started to teach music to children, it was a good job and not so tiring and left plenty of space to do homework and have a lot of fun with your friends.
When Eddie came back to Hawkins last week for a break, he promised to spend time with you and your friends. Movie nights with Robin, Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan, playing d&d with the kids and teaching Max and Mike how to play guitar.
It has been a couple of fun days until yesterday, your relationship with your boyfriend has been a nightmare since he cheated on you, and you decided to forgive him and give him a second chance but after the fight last night you wanted to be as far away from him as possible and luckily for you, Eddie accepted you to stay in his trailer, just like in the old days. You had plenty of sleep, and Eddie kept his distance from you not knowing you had broken up with your ex-boyfriend, still the bed was warm and you didn't feel alone anymore.
Eddie missed you like crazy, writing and singing songs about you was ripping his heart apart. He wanted to stay back in Hawkins with you but he had to take your advice "go, be a rock star. iʼll be here supporting you as always" After you slept in his bed last night, he had a feeling that he could win you back, he hated your boyfriend for keeping you apart from him but it was a sacrifice he had to make.
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You wake up late in the morning, patting down the space beside you, it was empty. Eddie woke up earlier but he left a note.
"Hey sweetheart, I have practice and soundcheck all day but I hope you can come and watch us at 8:00. Here's your ticket, please eat well… you can stay here as long as you want. — Eddie"
You sigh leaving the note in its place after tracing the words with your fingers, knowing there is not much to do on a free Saturday. You decided to go home after picking your breakfast from a cafeteria nearby, take a shower, relax and get ready for Eddieʼs concert.
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It was 8:00 pm, the hideout was full of people who loved Corroded Coffin. The show was starting, you found a place close to Robin and Steve keeping your eyes glued to Eddie and the way he performed every song. It was hypnotizing, the way the blue glow of the lights made his face look angelic, the shiny rings on his fingers while he played guitar, and the emotion in his voice from every lyric of his songs. He was a very talented songwriter, the way he played the guitar so easily and the way his jaw moved as he sang and his curls moved as he was shaking his head at the rhythm.
Your heart couldn't resist it anymore, all the feelings from the start flowered up, you loved Eddie, and you have always been in love with him. Every night you wondered what he was doing, writing, performing, recording, signing autographs. You were beyond proud of him for chasing his dreams and he was absolutely crushing it.
The set ended after a few songs, it was an awesome show, mostly when Eddie looked right at you as he pronounced some of the most heart-wrenching lyrics. You didn't know those songs were for you, but he made your heart race anyway.
Robin and Steve made their way to the bar, they asked you to come with them but you just wanted to see Eddie. Pushing some bodies away from you as you made your way to the side of the stage, Eddie followed you with his eyes to catch up with you at the top of the stairs.
"Hey, you" he reached out for your hand, helping you get on stage and walking you backstage where the rest of the band relaxed "Did you like the show?"
"Like it? I loved it, Eds" your smile got bigger as you locked eyes with him "you are so talented, you all are"
He laughed at your words, Gareth screamed a ‘thank you’ and the rest of the band laughed too.
"C’mon there is something I have to show you" he squeezed your hand, and you followed him to a couple of stairs and walked with him. The stairs lead you to a rooftop, the neon sign of the hideout was the only source of light aside from the moon.
"Wow, this is awesome" The view from the rooftop was breathtaking, you were able to see some of the houses from the town, and the other side filled up with trees, the night was cold and you shivered. Eddie noticed, he placed his hands on your biceps in an attempt to warm you up.
"I- I hope you noticed that... When I looked at you, I sang those words to you. I guess I wasnʼt performing for everyone but you, I wrote them for you I, I feel that way I really do"
His bottom lip quivered, not much but you noticed. You took a deep breath parting your lips to talk, but he interrupted.
"I know you have a relationship, I get it if you donʼt want to go back in time to when we were so close but god, do I miss you" he rubbed your arms, his hands tightening up on them so they stopped shaking.
"I broke up with him," you said, in a whisper "he cheated on me, we got into a fight... Itʼs over"
"He is an idiot, you know?" he sighs.
"yeah, believe me, I know" You close your eyes for a moment, trying to process everything that was happening "but it also felt like I was cheating on hi, if someone gave me a penny anytime you crossed my mind iʼd be a millionaire by now" you giggled, Eddie did too.
You looked at him, he looked at you. Both of you had a warm pink tint on your cheeks, your heart was pounding and so was his. His hands slid down from your arms to your hands, he gave them a gentle squeeze before letting them go. He placed his hands on your waist, pushing your body towards his and making your chest bump with his. One of his hands rested on your back, the other traveled all the way up to your chin, lifting your face up.
"Now that I have you in my arms, I don't want you to go anywhere else" his soft puppy eyes were glossy as he got closer to your face.
"I only want to be with you, you have me now Iʼm all yours"
Before you could say another word, he leaned in to kiss your lips. You curled your arms around him as he pressed your back with his hand trying to pull you closer, the blood rushed through his veins like ocean waves as his heart beat with so much intensity he was scared you could hear it.
Your stomach filled up with a warm sensation, there weren't any butterflies or an anxious feeling, instead, it was peaceful and safe. You felt safe around him.
It was a tender kiss, gentle, delicate, and filled with love, the love you had for each other bottled up in your bodies was finally put to good use. Your lips melted with his, he moved his head to the side and slides his tongue into your mouth, exploring, tasting, enjoying it. After a few minutes, both of you pulled your heads back, catching the air you needed and giggling.
He took a look at you, your glossy eyes, your puffy lips, your body. "Shit, you are perfect" he muttered, making you blush.
"You are too, come back here" You push him back to you, tangling your arms around his neck. He does the same gripping your waist and lifting you up, he leaves a few pecks on your neck making you giggle.
"You just broke up with that asshole, I feel like I need to give you time or space to mourn but know that after you feel okay again iʼm going to be glued to you"
"I donʼt need time, I want you." You shake your head slightly, wrapping his waist with your legs. "You were gone for a long time, I will follow you everywhere from now on"
“I’m so writing a song about this moment” he says, earning a giggle from you.
He smiled at you, and you imitated his actions. He feels like a new man, a happy man and you feel comfortable, happy, secure. The love you deserve has finally been given to you.
i hey im back guys ♡ sorry for the inactivity, i’ve had this scenario in my mind for so long i had to write it. reblog & comment if you like it, im open to more requests about rockstar Eddie!!!!!
#leia writes ⊹ ꒱#eddie munson angst#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x best friend reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson blurb#eddie x reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x best friend#eddie munson rockstar au#rockstar!eddie munson#꒰ leia's eddie ⊹ ㅤ꒱
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There not Fish men (Zosan X reader) P1
Plot: During a freak storm the sunny gets battered sending Nami, Robin, Reader and Chopper over the edge and into the water. Deep sea creatures save them but the rest of the straw hats think their crew mates are going taken.
Warning: Drowning, Violence and Gross stuff.
The creature is based off Lovecraft stories and thank you to @being-worthy for the suggestion <3. Im also going to be adding Jinbe in but im sorry if i get him wrong. Sanji X Zoro X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship, Reader is GN. Reader is the photographer of the crew always carrying around a camera they made (Polaroid) that doesn't include a snail. (Yes the same camera form the Werewolf series)
Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Bonus
With Lunch over You and Sanji were doing the dishes while Zoro sat at the counter sipping his drink, the swords man was waiting for you to finish so you could train together. You both enjoyed that kind of thing, if he needed more weight he would make you sit on his back or bar and if you needed help lifting he was more than happy to stand behind you and help. Sanji sometimes watches but most of the time he's making snakes and drinks for the crew. Giving Sanji the last dish you emptied the sink and dry your hands "Is it leg day or arm day?" you ask turning to face the swords man who laughs a little at your comment "We did leg day yesterday" he scoffs making you roll your eyes at him and throw the towel at him only for the swords man to catch it. "You don't have to be snarky, these past couple of days have been the same and who knows when the next island is" you sigh leaning against the sink with your arms over your chest. A week at sea can make anyone go crazy, even luffy was getting antsy as the days seemed to blend in to each other. "I'm sure the next island isn't too far way. Nami-swan said were close" Sanji smiles grabbing the towel form Zoro and putting it away. "Either way it's time to get your ass in gear" The swords man winks at you standing up out of his chair "You going to watch?" you ask walking over to Sanji and pulling him closer by his jacket "Can i borrow your camera?" the cook smiles sliding his hands down your body not breaking eye contact. Zoro grabs your camera beg and walks over to Sanji holding it out for him only for the sunny to shake. The calm sea suddenly turning rough and dark as the clouds overhead came together blocking out the sun.
The three of you were thrown to the floor, hearing Nami's calls and the others running around you got up grabbing your camera bag and headed out the door with Zoro and Sanji in toe. The wind forced the door open almost blowing you away with it, heavy rain fell pelting the ship as thunder started to roll threw the clouds and lightning struck the water around the ship. You hop down helping chopper pull on a rope to get the sails up while Sanji went to help Usopp at the front of the ship. Zoro looked out into the darkness, as lightning stork the light revealed a large creature in the water. "Sea King" The sword mans words gets everyone attention, the light flashing again to reveal large humanoid fish figure. Getting distracted the wind blows one of the masts towards you the thick wood about to hit chopper as you dive to save him form it. Landing on the floor the rope slips from your hands causing rope burn, a loud inhuman sound comes from the dark as a large webbed hand swipes through the air only being stopped by one of Luffy's punches. Its hand lands in the water next to the ship making the water ripple vigilantly rocking the ship and almost launching it into the air. Its other hand comes down, Zoro using his three swords along with Jibe's punch to force it back up into the air.
As the boat rocked Chopper clung onto you "Nami" Usopp's voice rings out as the navigator falls from the baloney into the dark water, You didn't have time to think as one of the masts gets blown again hitting you this time and sending you into the railing of the ship, you protected Chopper as you tumbled. "You ok?" the doctor asks looking at your now bleeding head. The giant sea monster makes that inhuman sound again only this time much louder, deferring all of you as your hands clung to your ears trying to block out the noise. Its hand swipes down again, Jinbe and Brook managing to deflect its hand into the water causing the sunny to bounce high into the air. The rain made the deck slippy so when everyone landed and the ship tilted nose down you all slid trying to hold onto something. Holding onto the railing with one hand and the other holding chopper you watch as some of the others managed to grab onto something but Robin fell into the water Franky jumping in after her trying to save his friend. The ship fell back to its normal position, waves crashing over the sides covering the deck. Trying to get up Chopper lies on the wet floor looking and felling weak only for another slap of the water to send you over the edge Chopper clinging to your leg. "Y/N" Sanji's voiced called out as you hit the water.
Unable to see much, feeling lightheaded and the waves crashing above you made it hard to swim up. The feeling of Chopper on your leg soon vanished and your priories changed. You needed air but you looked around for chopper seeing him floating down, his devil fruit powers making it so he couldn't swim. Trying to swim down to him your lungs burned, the blood form you head leaking out into the water and the salt hurting the wound didn't help. Your hand reached out for the reindeer as bubbles left his mouth, you managed to grab onto him but your body stiffened, you tried taking in air underwater only to chock a little, your eyes heavy as you started blacking out. You felt something grab you, strange hands pulled you into a fish like body and Chopper was pulled out of your hand. You felt your heart slow and your body go limp as a webbed hand went around your neck and wet lips went over yours.
Sanji watched you go over running to get to you only for the ship to tilt the other way, she shoes only just managing to get a grip on the wet floor. When the ship went flat again he sprinted over the ship and dived into the water, it was hard to see in the dark crashing water, but he did manged to make out somethings hovering in the water their hands around you and Chopper's necks before swimming off, they were fast, but he needed to catch up. He managed to push off the base of the sunny and dive down, He could hold his breath quite well but the crashing waves above and the dark water made it hard to do anything. Zoro slashed at the things hand as it came down, he knew his crew was in trouble and his job was to protect them. He finally managed cut the things webbed hand coursing it to shriek, Jinbe followed up with a punch that sent a shock wave into the creature's chest, Luffy yelled as he uses his Haki making his arm hard as he threw it at the creatures face. It screeched as it fell back into the sea, the splash rippling through the water shaking the sunny once more before starting to quiet down. No body floated up as the clouds parted and the rain stopped, Thunder and lightning started fading away and the water calmed.
Everyone panted as they stood on the sunny watching the creature under the water disappear like it was never even there. Looking around Zoro noticed Sanji and you missing, his heart almost stopped as Usopp called out "They went over" The sniper yells catching everyone's attention. A splash came form beside the ship, everyone running to see who or what it was. Franky climbed up the ship a passed out Sanji under his arm, Jinbe and Zoro helped him up the swords man pulling Sanji onto his back and checking for a plus, he sighs in relief feeling the heart beet under his fingers. "Chopper" he called out only to get no answer "He went over, So did Nami, Robin and Y/N" Usopp bends down to Sanji's side helping Zoro turn him over and pat the cooks back making the man cough up water. Gripping onto Zoro's arm Sanji tried to talk but couldn't manage a word, "Don't try and speak" Zoro sighs rubbing the cooks back only for Sanji's weak eyes to meet his "Something.. took them" he managed to get out Franky looking over and trying to get water out of his cybernetic parts "Yea, They looked like fish men but not quite" The cyborg didn't really understand what he saw when he dived in after Robin, a strange fish like creature was holding her before swimming deeper.
Zoro helped Sanji sit up and lean his forehead against the sword mans chest. "Fish men don't live in these parts" Jinbe spoke up after thinking for a moment "If i remember correctly this is a protected area the old kings set up" Luffy walks over to Sanji and bends down putting his hand on the cooks shoulder "Where did they go?" The captains determined eyes showed he wanted his crew mates back, protected area or not. "Down" Sanji coughs his hands gripping Zoro's biceps to stay up right. "Then down we go. Usopp, Franky get the sub ready" Luffy orders with a smile as the two nod heading off to do just that. "Captain, i understand the need to get our crew back but we don't know if their friend or foe" Jinbe approaches the captain who looks up at his fish man crew mate with a wider smile "Don't worry i won't start a fight unless i have too" he laughs giving the fish man some hope that this wouldn't turn into a blood bath. Sanji tries to stand with some help form Zoro who takes most of the cooks weight "It did something to them" he pants managing to get his breath back "It held Y/n by the neck, the other did the same to Chopper" Luffy tilts his hat a little, the thought of those things hurting his crew went through his mind.
"Captain, it's ready" Usopp spoke running up form bellow deck. Luffy nods at his friend "Usopp, Brook, Sanji you stay here with the ship." Sanji looked up in shock at his Captain not wanting to be left out "I want to come" he yells slightly catching the others off guard "You almost drowned idiot" Zoro yells trying to stop the cook form walking "i was so close, i can't let them down again" His pleading eyes were glued to his captains, the two staring at each other before Luffy nodded. "Ok but you should really get dry first" he laughs heading to the ship followed by Jinbe. Zoro sighs and walks with Sanji to their room, the cook was more steady on his feet but the swords man wouldn't let go. Once in the room Zoro forced the cook to sit on the bed while he got out fresh clothes. "I know your mad but... i can't just leave them" Sanji sighs looking away as the swords man places fresh clothes on the bed "I'm not mad... when you came up with Franky i thought you - you were dead" Zoro leans down in front of Sanji placing his hands on the cooks knees "But i'm not going to stop you. Your so hard-headed some times" the swords man sighs squeezing the mans legs. Sanji smiles and leans down lifting mans face up to place his lips on the sword mans, the salty kiss was something they both needed Zoro standing up but keeping their lips connected as he leaned over the cook soon pulling away and placing their forehead together "now get dressed" Zoro pushes slightly walking away to give Sanji some privacy.
#one piece#polly relationship#zoro x reader#roronoa zoro#sanji x reader#sanji x zoro#zosan#zoro x sanji#zosan x reader#black leg sanji#vinsmoke sanji#zoro roronoa#zoro x sanji x reader#one piece zosan#halloween
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"Well, hello there" (Pt.1)
It was an ordinary autumn day. Unremarkable than all the days before. The weather was cloudy outside, puddles from the rain and, in general, the landscapes from the window looked very damp and dreary.
A young man, aged 25, was looking out the window, lying on his cozy bed. He understood that he needed to get up and get ready for university, but the autumn melancholy makes itself clear. The man, however, sat down on his bed and tore his gaze away from the window.
His room was rather dim and cluttered: clothes worn since yesterday were lying on the floor; dirty dishes were on the table; as well as educational supplies were scattered all over the room, here and there. The man massaged his temples and got up from the heated bed, moving lazily and looking for his clothes.
From the closet he took out jeans worn in many places, and from the floor he took a T-shirt with his favorite rock band. After changing into this, he also picked up socks from the floor and pulled them on too. Having replaced his slippers with rather massive boots, the man began to look around in search of his favorite sweater, which he constantly carries, and a very expensive red scarf.
Having found all this, the man picked up his bag over his shoulder and left the room. Arriving in the kitchen, he put his bag on a chair and went to the bathroom to put himself in some kind of order. He can't go to university disheveled, right?
After tidying himself up, the man came out of the bathroom, tightening a tight ponytail on his head and pulling a bandage over his right eye. He decided not to have breakfast, hoping that he would be able to grab a snack bar or something like that during the break.
After leaving the apartment, the man locked the door behind him and went down the road that leads to the bus stop. Along the way, the man yawned, mentally complaining about such sleepy weather and cursing at himself for staying up too late at night reading some kind of thriller. Halloween is coming up, so he decided to immerse himself in the atmosphere of something creepy and scary. Although, to tell the truth, there is nothing scarier than our real life.
Entering the bus, the man showed a ticket saying that he was disabled to the driver, and went deep into the bus. He sat down at the very end, plugged the player into his headphones and began listening to music, watching the scenery change outside the window. Despite the fact that our hero does not like to label himself as a "disabled person", or a person with some kind of limitations, he could not help but take advantage of the fact that many things were available and free for him. He didn't like being pitied in his own direction, but sometimes he used it very brazenly to his advantage. We are all not without sin.
At one of the stops, another man ran in, apologizing to the driver for having to wait for him. Our hero drew attention to him, observing and examining.The man who entered was about the same height as him, only a centimeter, maybe 5 taller.He had a shaved head, but the hair itself was very dark in color. I wonder if he paints them, or is it a gift from nature? The man has a very bright tattoo on his face, in the form of a skull outline. It must have hurt to stuff it. He was dressed in clothes similar to our hero's, only his image was more brutal and also defiant: ripped jeans, army berets, a dark sweater with some kind of pattern and a very long sweater with a hood and his own sleeves. Our hero involuntarily thought that this man looked exactly like some kind of death in an old movie, and that interested him.
The stranger sat down opposite, slightly spreading his knees and exhaling in a relaxed manner. Apparently, he was in a hurry. I wonder if he goes to university too?
Their eyes met. It is clear that the stranger was also interested in our hero, and grinned, starting a dialogue:
- Well, hello there.
Our hero put away his headphones, turned on the player and also responded to the greeting with a nod.
- Did you have a little morning run?
- Huh, yeah. I don't live that close to the bus stops, so I had to run a little. , My name is Reaper, and yours?
- Geno.
They shook hands. Geno noticed that his hand was very cold, despite the fact that he was wearing rather warm gloves.
They continued to talk, discussing music and the current autumn landscape. Geno got the impression that they were old friends who could talk about everything that was possible and impossible.
When they got to the right stop, they said goodbye and Geno got off the bus. But after walking a couple of meters, he realized with chagrin that he had not taken the contacts of a new friend. He turned around, but the bus had already left. Sighing in frustration, he headed towards his university, wondering who this man was and how he was going to cross paths with him again.
#undertale#undertale au#afterdeath#geno#geno sans#aftertale#reaper#reaper sans#repertale#reapergeno#genoreaper#reaper x geno#geno x reaper#fanfic#writing
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The Scent of my Dad
I came home from college during the summer. It was the time for my dad and I to bond a lot. We would go to bars and he would try to find a guy for me and I would try to find a woman for him. After mom left he has never been the same. It seems he would be desperate for some action. My dad was a very attractive guy, quite the bear if he was gay. But that summer was so different for both of us. Now I know that it’s forbidden but sometimes fantasies have to come true. My dad came in from doing lawn work one day. He took a shower and told me to grab the dirty clothes from the bathroom and take them to the laundry room. I got to the bathroom to grab the clothes and saw my dad’s jock strap in there. I don’t know what got over, maybe just haven’t had much male action lately. I grabbed my dad’s strap. I felt around, still a little damp from his sweat. I placed it up to my nose, smelling the ripe stench of his sweat from his balls and dick. The moment gave me a bone that was hurting to be released from my shorts.
“Jason,” my dad startled me. “What the hell?”
I turned to see my dad, still in his towel, looking at me. My dick was hard as a rock and he noticed. My face went all kinds of red as I stood there my dad’s strap in my hand. He stood there waiting for an answer but staring at my dick.
“I’m sorry dad,” I said.
I grabbed the rest of the clothes and rushed out of the bathroom. The rest of the day was silent. My dad did not speak to me for the rest of the day. But the next day my dad wanted me to help him in the garden. After about an hour tending to the garden, sweating our asses off, we went inside for a soda. As I was sipping my soda I noticed my dad got close to me to where his dad belly was touching me.
“So,” he said to me. “You were being quite a naughty boy yesterday.”
I gulped whatever I had in my mouth. He looked at me with something in his eyes. I’ve seen it before and it was something I like to call hunger.
“Did I smell good, son,” dad asked.
“Umm,” I said.
“You can be honest,” dad said. “We’re grown men here.”
“Umm yes,” I finally said. “Yes, you smelled great. I love your stench.”
My dad nodded but then lifted his arm to show his hairy armpits. Then he grabbed my head and forced me to the sweaty hairs on his arms. His stench was strong and ripe. He smelled like a fucking man.
“Smell daddy,” dad moaned. “Smell your daddy.”
I grabbed his arm and rubbed my face into his stench. Dad moaned in pleasure as I worshipped his armpits. I then started to lick and grab his hairs with my teeth. My dick became so hard that I moaned with daddy.
“Oh my God,” I moaned. “You smell so fucking good daddy. You’re making me hard”
Just then daddy forced me away and he went to his knees. He stripped my shorts and briefs down to my shoes. He then placed his nose to my pubes and starting sniffing, licking. It was so hot that I moaned loud. Started to think that this was wrong. But it seemed we didn’t care. Dad started down my shaft and then to hairy sac when he rubbed his face into. Admiring my scent as well.
“Son, you know how to smell like a man,” my dad growled.
He started to suck on my sac, juggling both balls into his mouth. After a moment he went to my dick and started to suck it. He gagged and growled. He cupped my ass cheeks with his hands as he went up and down on my dick.
“Daddy,” I moaned. “I want that ass.”
Dad stood from where he was and looked me in the eye. He kissed my lips with force, making his way in me with his tongue.
“You want daddy’s ass?” He said.
“Fucking do,” I moaned.
Daddy turned to the island of the kitchen and I peeled down his shorts to reveal his hairy ass. I went to my knees to get a closer look. I spread his cheeks apart to reveal his handsome opening. I then went in, tasting the salty sweat of his hole. My mind went a blur at the taste of him. I smelled the hairs prickling my nose at my face went deep. I slobbered and spit at over his ass. Daddy growled and moaned in pleasure. I stood to make my way up to daddy, placing the head of my dick on his entrance.
“You gonna fuck daddy,” dad asked. “I want my son to fuck daddy.”
Just then I started to enter my own father. He growled and yelled as I slid into him. Making sure not to hurt more of him, I stood there with my dick inside. Just then I went all the way for it, making sure to make the clapping while I fucked daddy.
“Oh God son,” daddy moaned. “Give it to daddy. Fuck me hard, fast. Oh God ahhh.”
Daddy yelled loud, I moaned with him.
“Take that fucking dick daddy,” I yelled at him. “Ugh that daddy ass feels so fucking good.”
I then became too close, I didn’t even have time to tell him I was coming. I screamed my orgasm, filling my daddy up with my come.
“Oh good boy,” daddy said. “Fill daddy up.”
I pulled out and daddy turned with his thick dick in his hand.
“My turn,” daddy said.
He turned me around, placing his hand at my entrance with saliva a couple times. Then I felt his thick dick head at my entrance. I whimpered and collapsed on the sink as he started to slide into me.
“Oh god daddy,” I moaned. “Oh you’re so thick.”
Daddy didn’t waste time to start fucking his son. I screamed as he pounded me, making my hole stretch open. He violently fucked me, both of us screaming at each other.
“You like it boy,” daddy screamed. “Take that big fucking dick.”
“Fuck daddy,” I yelled. “Ugh you feel so good.”
“I’m coming,” daddy yelled.
Then he gave one last thrust until I felt the warm ooze enter my inside. It felt like heaven. I turned toward daddy, both of us panting and sweaty.
“Don’t tell mom,” dad said and he kissed me until I was ready for round 2.
#gay#gay underwear#gayfeet#gayhot#gay art#gay bear#gayguy#gayman#queer#gayboy#gay dad and son#gayerotica
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Inspired by a poll, everyone who follows me gets to look at a rock per day for the month of October!
Day 20: Today’s rock is precious opal! And today’s story picks up from yesterday, after our visit to the opal mine.
Fieldwork is always a logistical nightmare. What do you eat? Where do you stay? Are the roads drivable or are you going to need to walk? Where did the horse come from? Where is the forest fire, other than on the horizon, and is it blocking your ability to drive home? Will anyone believe you if you see something impossible?
In this case, “where do you stay?” was this very, VERY weird elderly hotel. The hostess was genial and happy to rent us a room for about the same price as staying at a campsite. When she heard about my thesis she kept insisting that I “need to go up the road and visit the restaurant, it has hundreds of international jams”. And then asked me if I was sapphire hunting in Montana too. I wasn’t certain of where “international jams” came into the “geology master’s thesis” equation, but I appreciated her attempts at assistance.
It made sense when we went “up the road” to the restaurant. It was a double wide trailer that was somehow a restaurant and bar, field license station, and rock shop. With an entire wall of international GEMS… The food was good, and better yet we didn’t need to cook it ourselves.
The entire little community seemed to have exactly two trades: cattle and opals. So of course I had to visit the opal store before heading home. I came home with opals as gifts, opals for myself, and…a tile saw that we had quite a time fitting in the car. (The shop owner was downsizing!)
At any rate, here are the earrings that I got for myself.
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who is/are your comfort character(s)? My love for Jane Lane is pretty well documented.
lighter or matches? When I was a smoker I was obsessed with lighters but matches smell so goddamn good.
do you leave the window open at night? I hate windows so much.
which cryptyd being do you believe in? Bigfoot. I deadass keep my eyes peeled when I drive thru super wooded areas. I think most of the other ones are just people seein' barn owls but Bigfoot is out there, man.
what color are your eyes? Blue
why did you do that? Wanted to
hair-ties or scrunchies? When I had hair I was all about hair-ties
how many water bottles are in your room right now? Got a 2 liter of diet pepsi in the mini fridge
which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? None coffee
would you slaughter the rich? I mean...no? I know what this is actually askin', I just don't like the wording
favorite extracurricular activity? Drinkin'
what kind of day is it? It's chewsdy innit (it's Thursday but that was the first thing that came to mind)
when was the last time you ate? Like...minutes ago
do you love the smell of earth after it rains? I've never understood people that say "smells like rain"
are you a parent? (all answers qualify) nope
can you drive? yep
are you farsighted or nearsighted? near
what hair products do you use? water
imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails? I can paint my own but I think I'd be shit at paintin' someone elses
do you say soda or pop? Soda. People that say pop are lunatics.
something you’ve kept since childhood? anxiety
what type of person are you? anxious
how do you feel about chilly weather? BIG fan
if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? Playin' roller hockey (where my Kevin Smith fans at?)
perfume/body spray or lotion? On me? Nothin'
a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times? Every awkward encouter I've had since I was like 7
about how many hours of sleep did you get? depends
do you wear a mask? *Jim Carrey doin' Ben Stein* we all wear masks...metaphorically speaking
how do you like your shower water? In the shower
is there dishes in your room? Nope
what type of music keeps you grounded? Country
do you have a favorite towel? Used to. It was light purple. Fuck. Such a good fuckin' towel.
the last adventure you’ve been on? *in my best Jeff Bridges voice* ya know...uhhh we're like in it, man.
is there a song you know every word to by heart? Yes
what’s your timezone? Depends
how many times have you changed your url? A few
someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years? Brooke
a soap bar that smells good? Irish spring
do you use lip balm? Nope
did you have any snacks today? Bag of cheetos for lunch #healthnut
how do you take your coffee? I don't
an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? Instagram
what’s your take on spicy foods? I'm a bitch
you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? That's dark and I don't like that my brain is actually comin' up with names
can you remember what happened yesterday? I'd have to think really hard
favorite holiday film? While You Were Sleeping. It counts.
what was the last message you sent? "ALLLLLLL?!?!!" When @didee-anne told me she wanted me to answer all of these
when did you first try an alcohol beverage? I'm not good with ages but a "friend" gave me a shot of wild turkey and a shot of bacardi 151 in high school. I'd tried my dads beer before that but the shots feel more...significant.
can you skip rocks? It's been years but yeah
can i tag you in random stuff? Why not
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How (Not) to Heal - Chapter 11
Plot: After being rescued from Mount Tantiss, Crosshair has to figure out how to work with the Batch again - and their new medic. It would be fine if he didn’t start to fall in love with her.
Warnings: Angst, in-universe swearing, shirtless Crosshair
Word Count: 1705
Author’s Note: We have two more chapters after this, folks!
Previously - Start Here!
Chapter 11
Morning light broke through the forest, reflecting a little off the snow and into the alcove, dancing over her face. He bit his tongue to hold back how warm it made him feel to look at her peaceful face. He didn’t feel like moving very fast with such a sight before him, but he knew he had to break first. He’d rather disappear than get caught trying to get morning cuddles.
“Time to continue moving. We haven’t got all day.” He stood up and pulled his chest plate back on, simultaneously trying to erase the feeling of her against him so he could focus. He knew he woke her without ceremony, but nothing else came to mind for him to do in his panic.
“Crosshair -”
“Do not ever mention this to anyone. It was all about survival.”
“But -”
He scowled and she shrunk back, causing his gaze to soften just a little. “Look, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I understand.” She didn’t look at him and started to fold up the survival blankets. She continued quietly, “I just wanted to thank you. That’s all.”
He stopped for a moment, affixing his vambraces.
“I know you prefer to talk about these things. I don’t. But… you’re welcome.” He hurriedly put his bucket on to hide the warmth growing in his eyes. “Hunter, do you copy?”
There was only static on the other end.
“Hunter, come in.”
She jammed a blanket in his pack and one in hers. He was startled at first, then shrugged it off.
“Hungry?” she asked, holding out the second ration bar from his pack to him. His stomach made a small noise and he took the bar offered to him and removed his bucket again. He went to bite into the bar, then saw she didn’t have one in hand. She was crouched as she put her upper body armor back on, so maybe she hadn’t gotten hers out, yet. He decided to ask, anyway.
“Where’s yours?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Did we have enough to pack for this trip?” he asked quietly.
She bit the inside of her cheek, but didn’t look at him.
“Hunter was going to go to another nearby village yesterday for supplies. Was that your only ration bar last night?”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re hungry.”
“Crosshair -”
“Take it.” He broke the bar in half and handed it to her. She took it hesitantly.
“Thanks.”
He balanced his weight on one foot, then the other, debating on sitting beside her like last night, but she got up before he could make that decision. She stumbled on a protruding rock and he caught her by her elbows.
Her eyes were wide and there was some heat in her cheeks. “Oh! Seems I owe you for many things this trip.”
“Don’t mention it.”
She looked down, stepping out of his hold and he put his hands down as if he’d been burned. He turned away, but watched her out of the corner of his eye as she ate and then he finished his half.
“I appreciate all the osik you’ve dealt with because of this trip,” she said quietly. “How can I thank you?”
His eyes widened and he almost choked on his last bite. He had many ideas, but none he wanted to voice until he knew how she felt. He shoved his bucket on and mumbled about her not worrying about it.
The traverse back took too long, but wasn’t long enough. He wanted to keep spending time with her, but the silence was almost agonizing. He wanted to turn around and go back to that cave with her. He wanted her to want him back, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask.
When they returned, Omega jumped up from the gangplank steps and ran to hug Ka’li. “You’re back! We were so worried!”
“I told you your brother would keep me safe. There was no doubt in my mind we would make it back.”
Over Omega’s head, she gave Crosshair a kind smile. His eyes softened even though she couldn’t see them and he nodded once. He turned away to Wrecker, who was fast approaching, and dodged his hug, and then to Hunter, who looked suspicious.
“I’m glad you both made it back. You both were supposed to leave when I called. Why didn’t you?”
Crosshair scowled and somehow without seeing it Hunter knew.
“You put both your lives at risk by letting her continue to treat people.”
“Aw, Crosshair,” Wrecker said loudly, wrapping his arm around his distracted brother, “You did that for her?”
“Quiet down, Wrecker,” Crosshair hissed.
Hunter’s expression changed, but Crosshair ducked away before either could say anything else.
A few minutes after dropping his gear down in the bunks, he made his way to the cockpit. He stopped and grabbed his healing shoulder, rolling it a little one way, then the other. He gritted his teeth to hide a grunt.
Ka’li, who was sitting in the cockpit, glanced up from a datapad at him. He swore.
“Crosshair, wait.”
“Back off.”
She looked at him with a grimace, but he didn’t care at that moment. They had spent so much time together that being near her again made his head spin with thoughts he wanted to block out. Thoughts about her sleeping in his arms, thoughts about her smile and her voice. How persistent she was, and how she’d be better off not spending time around him anymore, lest she get tangled up in his feelings by accident. He turned around and went back to the bunks, swearing so she would give him space. She didn’t.
“Let me check the injury,” she said, opening her medkit once they made it back to the bunks.
“I’m fine!”
“You’re babying your shoulder, and your bell is slightly off. Let me check it, di’kut.”
He grumbled, then began removing his vambraces, shoulder bells, and chest plate. Then, he got a wicked idea, slowly but methodically pulling off his shirt, ignoring the ache coming from his injury, hoping that in the time he gave her, he might catch her gawking. But she was still digging through her medkit, and that made him pop a toothpick in his mouth to bite on rather than grinding his teeth in an obvious manner.
When she turned to him, he was still standing.
“Sit.”
He did, but slowly. Everything was fine for two seconds until she touched his arm to remove the pinched wrapping and he felt the shock of her mere touch race through him. She let go, and he scowled, mostly at himself. The touch she left behind was but a ghost of what it had been, and he wanted the real thing back.
“What hurts?”
“Nothing, forget it.” Touch my shoulder again. Please.
“Crosshair -”
“I don’t like being touched.” And then he inwardly cursed himself for blurting the complete opposite of what he wanted. He knew she was thinking back to that embrace he gave her and the cuddling for warmth.
She sighed apologetically. “I know. And I should have warned you. I’m sorry. But to fix the wrapping or put a new one on, I do have to touch your shoulder.”
He grunted, then sat up straight again, holding out his arm. She carefully took it in her hands and the touch affected him again, but he tried to keep it under control. He didn’t want her to stop touching him. Every touch made him feel like he was flying and he wanted more of it.
“Thank you for trusting me to do this,” she said quietly, startling him out of his thoughts.
He cleared his throat. “You do this for us all.”
“Yeah, but thank you for not walking off and doing it yourself. Wrecker and Tech let me do this and while Hunter and Echo seem to have a more difficult time for each their own reasons, they don’t put up a fight. Out of everyone here, you are the one who is most closed off to letting me help. Or letting anyone help.”
“And Omega?”
“She has been learning, so she lets me wrap her elbow, wrist, ankle…. If she ever needs to do it on her own, she’ll be able to do it in her sleep if necessary.”
He snorted, trying to distract himself from how her fingers felt on his bare skin. The lingering warmth of each touch and the safety coming from it. He wondered how they would feel on his head and face.
He watched her gently handle his shoulder and arm, feeling the stress ease away until there was only her and the ache in his shoulder. His face relaxed and he had to fight leaning into her.
“The wrapping isn’t salvageable, so I need to apply a brand new one. Maybe one that will actually work with your shoulder as it moves, this time, and give you a little more range of motion.” She chuckled, bringing a small smile to his face. “It’ll definitely ache a bit.”
He held back his tongue, but nodded once.
The shoulder was cleaned, causing him to flinch despite trying to keep up his strong appearance. She apologized and he shook his head. A little bacta soothed any remaining pain that her care missed and he had to bite back a relaxed sigh. The wrapping was nowhere near as intricate as the last one, which was a surprise to him. This time, it was mostly taped. It reminded him of the elastic sports tape that was used on Wrecker when they were younger.
She finished up and a pit of disappointment settled in his gut as she let go of him, causing him to scramble to find some other reason to stay like this with her. But he couldn’t.
As the medkit started to close, frustration settled in, too. How did he get this way? He was stronger than this.
“Let me know if it doesn’t start feeling better, okay?”
He nodded curtly, then stood up, rushing to redress himself and collect his armor, leaving her confused. Better to leave her confused than suspecting he had feelings for her. But he did stop, muttering a small thanks before leaving.
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Chapter 12
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I met the coolest middle-aged man
I met the coolest middle-aged man yesterday and I never caught his name. (I am not using the term middle-aged as derogatory)
Last night I went to see the band Pulp. I don't really listen to their music and I got my tickets very last minute for only $16 and I mostly just went to see my friends. After about an hour or so of standing in a dance-less crowd while Jarvis Cocker danced like a robot (this is a compliment), I decided to venture from my group in search of water and a quiet place to sit. I went to the bar at the back of the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium and got the only water option available was a $7 can of Liquid Death. What a RIP OFF. I walked out of the venue and into the hallway, where I went to sit on the only bench in the area. Another man was already sitting there and as soon as he saw me he made some room for me on the bench and motioned his hand welcoming me to sit. He mentioned that it seemed like no one at the concert was dancing and this made us explode into a mutual agreement and frustration that no one, as he said, was "throwing down". I told him that maybe it's because Pulp attracts an older crowd; people who don't think it's cool anymore to pump their fists and headbang. He agreed and said he wished more venues would "throw down", and in my head, I told myself that it was my time to shine. With my maybe two years of show-going knowledge, I went into an in-depth TedTalk of the types of genres teenagers are into as of recently and what venues have been the most #crunt. Because the man was wearing ripped army-looking pants, I assumed that he listens to rock or punk music so I mentioned venues like Stay Gold and Gilman and some others that I know are still active in keeping the Bay Area rock scene alive and well. I also introduced him to scene music and at first he had no idea what that term meant. I explained to him that scene-core, inspired by the early 2000s, has influenced local rave culture and local artists. I played some music for him for my playlists that I used to listen to more when I was in that scene-rave era (the worst era of my life). 3rd and Army was another place that I mentioned has some shows, and the man said that when he was younger he also went to shows there. For reference, he is 51 years old. And he hasn't been to 3rd and Army in years so it's not like he a pedophile or anything, he also told me he came to the concert with his wife who was still inside the venue. He was wearing a yellow wristband and he let me put stickers all over it, calling it DIY show merch. He asked for my age just to get a scope of my relevance among the Bay Area show scene in regards to what generation I'm in and I told him I just turned 19. My favorite part of this interaction came next. I told him that my friend funded my first-ever tattoo for my birthday just last week and that no one has recognized the origins of my tattoo yet because of how dated my tattoo inspiration is. You can probably what happened next. HE RECOGNIZED WHERE MY TATTOO IS FROM!!!! I showed him my Nancy and Sluggo tattoo and his jaw literally dropped because I unlocked something from his past. He said he would never ever find another girl with a Nancy and Sluggo tattoo, and I was glad to be considered unique. I showed him the comic panel I got my Nancy tattoo inspired from and he once again dropped his jaw, or as he would say, his jaw "threw down". He told me how fucking sick my tattoo is and that I chose a really niche panel to gain inspiration from. This directed the conversation to notable moments from the one-hundred-year-old comic strip and we talked about our favorite panels. He asked me if I knew the one panel where the character Sluggo floats in the air with his hand behind his head. I said yes, and that everyone knows that comic panel because it is the most iconic Sluggo panel. I talked to him for almost an hour. I didn't get his name and he didn't get mine.
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To the love, I left my conscience pressed between the pages of the Bible in the draw
AN: I finally gained confidence to post this!!! Warning this is self insert scene kid trash the is only slightly better to my imortal. Thankies to @m1k3yr3v3ng3 for da support and lastly happy birthday Pete Wentz I love you so much (ps: if ur a swiftie who only knows Fall Out Boy from electric touch or a prep: DONT FUCKING FLAME)
Warnings: Self insert (that’s it, real ass name and all)
It was that last show of the tour and god was it amazing. I stood backstage watching as I watched my Boyfriend and his band rock out on stage. I waved to Pete and blew him a kiss as he was playing the bass, he blew a kiss back and mouthed “I love you princess” causing hot pink blush to paint my face.
“I would like to dedicate this song to my amazing girlfriend Ri and I actually wrote this about her” The crowd cheered at his words and I was extreamly curious on what song it was knowing that like 25% of the songs Pete wrote are about me.
“I comb the crowd and pick you out, my mouth moves too fast for you to figure it out, it starts eyes closed then fingers crossed to I sware I say” Patrick sang into the mic and I started blushed harder as Pete looked at me with love. It was XO! You know how every couple has a song, XO was our song. It was practically our love story as a song meaning that is like my favorite song ever. It even included how we met. I remembered that night like it was yesterday.
It was a warm and rainy Chicago night back in 2003, the night before I would graduate high school. me and my friends went into some bar for a concert, we had no idea who the band was, the poster just said it was a “surprise show” whatever that ment. I had on a hot pink skull tank top, black Tripp pants with hot pink accents, a beat up pair of black convers, and hot pink arm warmer with my bangs swept to the side. We where there a little early and with the black X on my right hand I was limited on what I could do so I just downed a few Sherly Temples and talked with my friends about what ever teenage girls talked about in 2003.
The band finally came out, their name was Fall Out Boy and the first thing I could notice about them was how fucking hot their bass player was. The band was also fucking amazing but I could not keep my eyes off the bass player: Pete Wentz. He seemed a few years older than me and had on a bright red t-shirt which also had a skull, baggy black jeans, checkered vans, and his hair was a mix of spiked and shaggy. My heart was beating faster than usual and I felt hot which could have been from the crowed bar but also could have come from the fact there was a hot guy right in-front of me.
As I left the bar I had 3 things on my mind: That fact that this was my last big high school adventure, all of the lyrics to the songs, and that I would most likely never see Pete agian. That was until I noticed my phone was missing, just as I turned around I saw Pete with my hot pink razr in his hands walking up to me.
“Hey…. By any chance is this yours?” He asked as I blushed at the fact he was talking to a dork like me. “Oh ya… It is thanks, you guys were like fucking amazing out there tonight.” I replied. He chuckled at my complement “No way we found our first fangirl, well it was nice meeting you”
“Wait… mind if we like talk” I asked him and shockingly, he agreed. He was really nice and we got along really well but after an hour I knew I needed to go. It was pouring rain out and I don’t know what got ahold of me but I decided I needed to confess my feelings. “Pete, I think I’m in love with you” I stated calmly, he looked at me for a second and then kissed me with all the passion in the world. “I think I love you too Ri” he replied as he put his forehead on mine. I ended up getting his phone number and we ended up going on a date two days later, we have been madly in love ever since.
As the final words were sung and and chords were played I saw Pete look at me then go up to the mic. “Anyways before we play the last song I would like to invite Ri onto the stage, you can come out baby there is nothing to fear” I giggled and walked out on stage, running into my boyfriends arms for a hug. I did not care about all the fangirls annoyed sighs or even the cheering of the crowd, it was only me and Pete who truly mattered in that moment.
“You look so adorable baby you know that right” Pete whispered into my ear and then peppered kisses all over my face. “I know handsome, you tell me that all the time” I giggle and kiss him on the lips softly. Over a few second the kiss turned into a sloppy make out as our tounges started to explore each others mouths as he pulls me close to his chest with his arms around my shoulders.
“Get a room you two” We overhear Patrick over the crowds cheering. He was teasing us as if we were teenagers getting caught kissing behind the bleachers which causes the kiss to brake off. “Go fuck yourself Patrick” I scoffed and stuck out you tounge which caused to crowd to go fucking insane.
“There is an extremely important I need to ask you after 5 years of us being together…. The time is right” I waited on baited breath as I saw my boyfriend get down on one knee and pull out a small black box and opened it up to see a Hot Pink diamond on and black ring band. “No way he is actully going do what I think he is going to do” I think to myself practically hearing my own thoughts as everyone goes quiet
“Will you marry me” He asked
I look at him as of he hung the moon as my eyes started to water. It felt so unreal, like a scene from one of those crappy teen dramas where the main couple consisting of two 16 year olds get eloped. The quietness made me worry that I would mess up but I knew my answer like the back of my god damn hand.
“Duh, of course I want to marry you Pete” I hugged him tightly as soon as he got up. He placed the ring on my right hand and kissed my hand softly causing me to laugh softly. Our eyes interlocked together and soon our lips connected like two pieces of a puzzle.
The kiss was as sweet as honey but as addictive as death. His mouth pressed delicetly agenst mine caused shockwaves of love to be sent down my body. He ran his hand through my short dirty blond scene hair while his other curessed my cheek. I never wanted this kiss to end, I felt like i was in haven and Pete’s lips were the gates. He looked at me with love in his eyes as I softly thanked him “anything for you my clandestine queen” he replied as he swept me of my feet and spun me around.
I knew I had to go but I was scilently begging to stay for the last song. I walked off stage as the band started playing Saturday, blowing a kiss to my now fiancée causing the crowd to cheer the loudest I ever heard.
I waited backstage for the show to end, still shocked from the engagement. How do I tell my friends and family cause they would have probably found out by now due to a low quality photo. The notifications on my MySpace must be crazy, but agian I’m a famous MySpace scene queen so they’re always crazy but now with my engagement I might brake the damn site.
As soon as the show ended I ran into Pete’s arms, reuniting with my lover after what felt like forever but was only 5 minutes. “I think congrats are in order for Mr and Mrs Wentz” said Patrick as he walked passed the two of us in the middle of a warm embrace. “Now that I think about, your name sounds so cute with my last name.” Pete whispered in my ear causing me to smile softly as he whispered more sweet nothings.
The next hour was filled with congratulations, phone calls from family and friends, and the whole band (minus Andy) taking shots to celebrate the tour. As the clock struck midnight, it was only Me and Pete due to the rest of the band going to the hotel earlier, we walked the streets of the city as the rain got more heavier. In the span of five minutes the rain went from a light drizzle to the heaviest downpour I have ever seen but the full moon was still viable. Our hands were interlocked as the rain rushed down soaking us, but we did not care.
“Ri” Pete’s voice broke thought the atmosphere. I looked at him a softly smile “what is it” I giggled softly. “Have I ever told you how much I fucking love you” I blush at Pete’s words and rolled my eyes. “You tell me that all the time babe, it’s the reason why your marrying me” I snap back playfully
“Speaking of marriage…. What if we get married tonight, no one needs to know, we can deal is the public later.” Pete stated causing my breath to hitch as the rain got heavier. We could not get married tonight, he only proposed four hours ago and we have nothing planned or a single clue on what we are doing. I do like the idea of an elopement, considering we’re a “It couple” in some way I would be nice to get privcy from the world for once. Plus I really do wanna get married soon, who can blame me!
“Maybe in a few days when we get back to Chicago. We can sneak off in the middle of the night to some like fancy park building, Patrick can officiate, we sign the papers and then I’m officially Mrs Wentz.” I reply as I grasp my fiancée’s hand tighter and look into his hazel eyes. “That works” he said leaning in to kiss me.
Everything about it was perfect: the pouring rain, the full moon, but most importantly the feeling of his lips on mine. It was gentle yet rough at the same time, his lips softly touched mine but his tounge exploded my mouth like he was going to die. It was sweet like candy but spicy like fire. When the kiss broke I felt like a heroin addict going through withdraw, begging for more.
We stood in scilance for a minute or two just basking in each others love until Pete spoke up “I love you Ri”
“I love you too, Pete”
#random scene rambles#pete wentz#fall out boy#fangirling#fanfic#self insert fanfiction#fall out boy fanfic#self indulgence at its finest
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The Comfort Between Your Scars
Chapter 6
TW: Animal death
"Didn't expect you back so soon.", Noah grinned, "Miss me already?"
"You wish!"
"Beer?"
Noah hardly waited for Joel to nod before filling up a glass.
"Well, not a lot of people go out on a Sunday night, and I know damn well that you have to get up early, so either you're here for me or your drinking habits are worse than I thought"
"Maybe a bit of both. Better than admitting I got kicked out of the house by my own daughter so she can have a sleepover"
Noah snorted at the thought of Joel being kicked out by a pre-teen. It was kind of sweet, really. Sounded like the type of thing Mari would do.
"Yeah, that would be ridiculous and extremely embarrassing. Being an alcoholic is much better. Cheers"
He raised his glass at Joel, who did the same with one of those gorgeous little smiles of his, and downed the rest of his drink before refilling it.
"So, anything new going on?"
"Same old. Went hiking with Sarah yesterday, she loves that stuff. That girl uses every opportunity to climb stuff, it's crazy"
Mari was the same. Always running, always climbing, like she was trying to get away from something. Well, maybe she was.
"That sounds fun. I used to hike a lot. More like take walks, I guess. In, uh, in my hometown. Small town, we lived right on the edge, near the train tracks. When I needed to get away from everything I used to just wander into the woods, sit down somewhere and watch the trains go by. Always thought one day I'd hop one one day, see where it takes me"
Noah almost felt like he was back there again, the smell of dirt and rotting leaves and iron and the trains sending vibrations through the ground under his feet and a breeze through his hair. His only escape, some of the few good memories of his time in that godforsaken town.
"Did you ever?"
"No, no. Couldn't get myself to leave, as much as I wanted to get out of that hellhole. Don't think I ever really believed I'd do it at all, I guess it was just wishful thinking. Something to hold on to, you know?"
Joel nodded. Noah noticed another patron approaching the bar and got them their drink before returning to the conversation.
"What was it like? Your hometown"
"Oh, you know. Nothing special, pretty small, religious as fuck. The name tells you everything you need to know, really. Trinity, Texas. You can imagine the general attitude people had towards me"
With a thoughtful hum from Joel, the two of them fell silent. Joel seemed to zone out a little, absentmindedly looking at the shelves behind Noah and massaging his ring finger with the index and thumb of his other hand. Noah carefully watched him, every little shift in his face, every movement of his eyes and- god, his eyes. Something about them reminded him of one of those days in the forest.
"I saw a deer once, on the train tracks. It was just standing there, staring at me. You know, you kinda think of deer as these scared prey animals but in that moment it... It didn't even look bothered, even when the train came. It was like it was staring right into my soul, like it knew me on some deep level, it's hard to describe. There was something so wise, so... ethereal about it. I tried to scare it off, get it to run, I even threw a rock at it, but it didn't move a muscle. Looked me right in the eyes when the train hit it. I don't know, in that moment, it felt like it was some sort of message. Like an omen. Like... I'm that deer and I'm just standing there, staring in the other direction instead of running while death is barrelling towards me"
He took a quick sip from his drink, realising he'd been rambling, and tried to laugh it off.
"Sorry, that's kinda depressing"
"No, no. That's... I mean it's depressing as shit but... I don't know, it's a good story. You know what I mean"
"Well, thanks for listening to my good depressing stories", Noah laughed. "Hey, at least I got a cool tattoo out of it! Hold on"
He had to unbutton his shirt a little to reveal his left shoulder and the tattoo of a deer head with pitch black eyes, a circle of train tracks resembling a halo behind it and leaves jutting out from the bottom.
"One of the first ones I designed"
"Damn, how did I miss that one before? That's gotta be one of the best ones!"
"Thanks!", Noah grinned, putting his shirt back into place. "Now you know the story behind it too"
One of the few anecdotes from his past he'd share willingly and yet it still felt like giving away a piece of his soul. He wondered if it would ever get easier, if he even wanted it to be.
"You know, I didn't expect seeing an animal die like that would stick with me for so long. Guess it's mostly those few seconds before it happened, but still"
"I think most people remember the first time they ever saw something die, 'specially if it's brutal like that. Just burns itself into your brain, I think"
Tap, tap, tap.
"Never said it was the first time"
Joel shot him a curious glance but he had no intention of elaborating, taking another sip and changing the topic instead.
"Well, let's not dwell on dead things. How's Sarah doing?"
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fic idea: first new years after the bathroom, Adam celebrating the holiday with Lawrence and thinking about how much his life has changed
Too Many Rock Bottoms- Adam Stanheight x Lawrence Gordon
Hiiiiiii nonnie!! I know that you sent this in either before or very very very close to christmas but I am SO SORRY for the wait time--I had meant to start it around christmas and get it queued for either yesterday, today or tomorrow because I knew myself and I knew that queueing it would help motivate me to edit, but then another passion project took hold for a bit and thus I got a delayed start with this one.
ALSO: this is technically the first new years after the bathroom--I had Adam go through a bit in the last half of 2004 because I was like 'okay yeah trauma but how does a romance develop in less than three months' so instead of being NYE into NYD 2004-2005, it'll be NYE into NYD 2005-2006, which I hope is all right with you!
If you're reading, though, I hope the wait turns out to have been worth it!
Fic type- this is fluffy!!
Warnings- this is very unedited, but there's also mentions of an infection from Adams wound being left for too long--it's nonspecific but there's mentions of it spreading to his heart and his lungs.
In the year since Adam woke up in the hospital post-escape, things have been quite the opposite of easy. Nightmares have become something of such a frequency that Adams body is capable of running on an hour of sleep so long as he stops at a gas station and buys a Redbull or two before he goes into work, and he can figure out when Lawrence has had a silent break down before he's woken up by just looking at him, tracing his face for signs of puffy cheeks or half-dried tear trails down his chin and neck.
He'd been trapped in the bathroom until very, very early October. Infection had taken hold of his shoulder and spread to his heart and his lungs and it was so severe that he had to be put into a coma to treat it.
He'd woken up three weeks after, on Halloween, and after an additional month spent in the recovery unit to make sure his shoulder wasn't paralyzed and that his heart and his lungs were working as they were meant to, he was released in very early December.
December of 2004, Lawrence walked into the hotel he was working as a receptionist at and just--just grinned like an idiot. He'd said that he'd heard where Adam worked from a friend of a friend (one of his fellow residents named Dr Lilith Whittaker was the girlfriend of Amara Saint Cloud, with whom Adam worked at the reception desk. Lilith had talked about how Amara was working with a guy who'd been said to have survived a trap and the road Lawrence walked lead back to Adam) and "let's grab dinner and catch up"'d his way back into Adams life.
A year on from that day and there are good days, bad days, and there are worse ones. Given, though, that Lawrences Christmas gift to him had been a series of kisses that left him delirious and the proclaiming of the fact that he'd booked the rest of the year off, he'd had a week of decent days to that point.
Their plans to ring in the new year hadn't amounted to much--Diana was spending that holiday with Alison as she'd spent both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with Lawrence, so they didn't have a kid to worry about--Adam had figured that Lawrence would do some of the physical therapy exercises he'd been told he had to try to do at least thrice a week, and he would probably go for a walk to take photos of some of the prettier areas of Jersey before he came home with a pizza and a bottle of champagne, but they'd not really discussed doing much of anything.
Adam was happy with not doing anything, though. He'd never really understood the appeal of going out and getting shit faced on NYE, even though Scott had gotten him a fake ID and used to drag him out to the bars in the heart of the city while they were teens and up until they were both 21.
It didn't seem worth all the effort it took just to get drunk, woozy and if you were lucky, get something so strong that it just knocked you right out. He'd stopped letting Scott drag him out to places willy nilly on NYE when he hit 22, and at twenty-seven and living with someone who he cared about so deeply it astounded him, he found that he was in no mood to get drunk at a bar or get hit on by someone who thought he was straight enough to be interested.
Still, though, as he wakes up and thrums through the motions, it's hard not to think of the last year and reminisce.
This time last year, he was four weeks out of hospital with chronic shoulder pain, had still been living in a roach infested apartment that had holes in the walls from bullets and termites alike, and could hardly afford to put food on the table.
Now, though? Lawrences place is no longer just Lawrences place, but it's theirs. Adam wakes up next to Lawrence everyday, goes to sleep next to him every night. It's Lawrence who coaxes him into the shower when the fear of water kicks up so bad that Adam has to fight panic attacks, Lawrence who kisses his shoulders and the back of his neck whenever something has tripped the trauma up and caused a bad reaction.
He's the one who calms Lawrence down whenever the phantom pains from his foot give Lawrence the jitters or a flashback, the one who makes him coffee when he wakes up from a nightmare or pulls him back into his arms while he reminds Lawrence that it's just a nightmare, it's not real, he'd had no choice but to leave Adam behind to survive and Adam had survived anyway so it balanced out.
Things are just so different to how they used to be, and as Adam goes through his day, it's hard not thinking about it.
He thinks about it as he kisses Lawrence goodbye to take a photo walk, thinks about it again as he snaps a photo of a crow, which he knows Lawrence will, at a minimum, find amusing because the crow is wielding one of those white plastic forks you get when you order takeaway.
He reminisces on the first of many late-night phone calls as he grabs a book that Lawrence had mentioned wanting a couple days beforehand, the fact that what had started as a bickering match over which Christmas movie was better--the options being White Christmas and It's A Wonderful Life. Adam had won the debate and Lawrence had snickered when Adam made the point about the fact that Clarences angel thing could've been a hallucination and yeah, the acting was iffy but anything was better than something that featured Bing fucking Cosby--but had ended in Lawrence apologizing for shooting him and Adam shushing him by reminding him he had to do it.
On the walk back, he thinks of the first night he'd spent in Lawrences house, barely managing to make it through a shower because the trauma had kicked up nastily that day, putting on one of Lawrences t-shirts and being engulfed in the scent of his cologne. They'd not meant for Adam to stay the night but by the time they were realizing how late it was, it was almost midnight and Lawrence had offered to let him use the shower and lend him a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, which Adam would never have refused.
He remembers falling asleep with Lawrences heartbeat thrumming in his ear that night, the two of them lightly bickering as they dozed. He remembers wanting to fall asleep the same way every night for the rest of his life, scoffing at the idea because never did someone like him ever get that fuckin' lucky.
As he unlocks the door, the book he'd bought for Lawrence tucked under his arm, a smile has crossed his face.
He's had a year of ups, downs, and far too many rock bottoms to justify counting all of them, but it's been a better year than the last one was, and as he opens the door, steps into his and Lawrences place, he has to think all of it was worth it just to get to that point.
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REVENGE
Notes: This is part four of chapter one. Much more than halfway through, and the parts will be super snack-sized until we get to the end. 😎 If you haven't already done so, please stop and read parts one , two, and three.
This fic is an AU based on the ABC tv series #Revenge. I felt like there were a lot of really cool parallels between the characters, and thought it would be fun to reimagine #Batwoman so that Ryan Wilder had a more deliberate pursuit for vengeance.
CHAPTER ONE - DECEPTION (Part Four)
Summary: Robyn Wilde, formerly Ryan Wilder, continues to make connections that set the stage for her revenge. Wildmoore Week Prompt: Night Club
1 DAY BEFORE MEMORIAL DAY: SUNDAY, 10:00 AM
Kate Kane walks into The Hold Up before it’s opened.
Jordan: “Your girlfriend’s here.”
Sophie: “I don’t have a…oh.”
Kate approaches the bar, where Sophie is looking through a binder.
Kate: “Don’t look so happy to see me.”
Sophie: “Just surprised. It’s usually Luke.”
Kate: “He’s off today.”
Sophie: “Good to know you give him days off.”
Kate: “I’m not a villain, Sophie.”
Sophie finally peels her eyes away from her binder, exasperated, and gives Kate the attention she came for.
Sophie: “What’s up?”
Kate: “You didn’t RSVP.”
Sophie: “Huh?”
Kate: “The invitation? That Luke left…”
Sophie had forgotten she tucked the envelope in the back of her binder. She quickly flips to the back cover, and pulls it out of the sleeve. It hadn’t even been opened.
Sophie: “I’m sorry. It’s been so crazy around here…”
Kate: “It’s a ticket to my parents’ Memorial Day Soiree on Monday.”
Sophie: “Oh, yeah… Mary actually begged me to keep her company at it, yesterday. So, I guess I’ll be there.”
She slides the unopened letter back over to Kate, indicating that she already has her ticket. It's possible that the envelope contains more than a ticket, but Sophie is okay with never knowing the answer to that. Kate seems to take the hint, at least for now.
Kate: “One more thing… You know I never charge your mom late fees, but she’s technically behind two months on the rent. I’m not sure how much longer my parents are going to let me keep this building if they feel like it’s losing money.”
Sophie: “Aren’t losses a good thing when you run businesses?”
Kate: “We have enough of those for taxes. We got out of the real estate business a while ago, and this is the only one we keep, in part because I know what it means for your family. So, if there’s anything you can do to help me out…”
Sophie: “That’s why I’m here, Kate. I’m trying to figure it out.”
Kate: “I know, and I’m sorry. I’ll let you get back to it. See you tomorrow.”
Sophie returns to her binder, appearing even more distant than before, and Kate about faces, making her way towards the exit, with the invitation in-hand.
7 YEARS AGO: POINT ROCK Kate was straddling her motor cycle with her helmet in her lap, and her bag wrapped up behind her when Sophie arrived. She’d texted Sophie to meet her out front. A few hours prior, she’d overheard some other cadets joking about how they thought Kate wanted to be one of the guys, and how they could show her how to be a woman. One said all he needed was one drink with her at a night club to turn her back right. She’d defended herself, and started an argument with them. Of course, she was reprimanded for instigating the situation. She felt the guys also should have been held accountable for harassment, but that would have required the Sergeant to acknowledge what was being said about Kate was unacceptable. Kate: “I’ve got to get out of here.” Sophie: “What? We’re so close to graduation. Why do you even let the things those guys say get to you? They don’t matter!”
Kate: “Sophie, I have never been closeted in my entire life. I want to be with you, but not like this. If you want to be with me too, I think you should come with me.” Per usual, Sophie and Kate had lived completely opposite lives, and this was just another example of that. In the beginning, it was fun to sneak around. She’d noticed Kate noticing her, and she’d never had the chance to just let go and explore those feelings. When Kate finally approached her one day, she just went with it, and let herself feel what she was feeling. But they were so different. Being gay in an organization that preferred not to recognize the existence of queer people was easier to get through if you weren’t doing it alone. But that was really the extent to which they had anything in common. And beyond having someone to take comfort in, and know your secret, they spent so much time disagreeing on things, it wasn’t actually that hard to convince people they didn’t get along. Sophie: “That doesn’t make any sense, Kate. Why would you stay this long just to leave before you make it to the end?” Kate: “Everyone has their limit. I’m tired of hiding parts of myself, and feeling unwelcome here.” Sophie: “You’re at the top of the class, and everyone loves you. What are you even saying?”
Kate: “They love the version of me they’ve convinced themselves I am. They don’t even know me. Only you do.” Sophie: “No, you know what? That you can even ask me to walk away from this after I’ve invested so much, and you know what I have to go back to - you talk about them not knowing you, but do you even know me?” Kate: “I know you’re better than these people. They don’t deserve you.” Sophie: “I’m not doing this for them. I’m doing it for me, and my future. And if you don’t get the difference - that you have the privilege of walking away from something that you chose to do out of convenience and just happen to be great at, because you can be anything you want when you get home…and that I’ve had to give my all to even be seen standing next to you…Maybe it is best if you do go.” Kate: “Are you serious right now? You want me to leave?” Sophie: “I don’t want you to do anything. What you decide to do is none of my business.” Kate: “Don’t be that way.” Kate tried to reach out for Sophie’s hand, but Sophie wouldn’t take it. She realized that she’d been holding onto this relationship as some sort of safety net that she didn’t need. Kate wasn’t going to be who caught her if she fell. If Sophie fell, she’d pick herself up, just like she always did.
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To be continued...
Usual Reminders: I'm sharing these parts of chapter one of Revenge on Tumblr for @wildmooreweek. 2-ish more parts to go after this, and then the whole thing gets added to Ao3, so you can re-read it congruently, in one place (and comment, and such). And, I'll probably continue in this fashion for the length of the story (accept not updating daily; probably more like weekly).
All #Batwoman things I do are also in the name of #SaveBatwoman. Go follow all the social handles and support the cause, please.
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