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every-aj-needs-an-angel · 9 months

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Okay this one's been stuck in my head all day but I have absolutely time to write it so please share this vision with me

Try as they might, Steve and Robin couldn't get tickets to Chrissy Cunningham's arena tour, but they could get tickets to a festival she was playing.

The last thing Steve ever wanted to do was go and stand in a muddy field for sixteen hours while they waited for the headline act. But he was pretty sure Robin was in love with her favourite musician, and he wasn't about to deny his best friend a chance at love.

So he helped her make personalised t-shirts because honestly all the other bands in the line-up kinda sounded like they sucked.

His read, "Only Here for Chrissy" on the front and "I'm Steve" on the back and Robin's read "Chrissy, Will You Be My Girlfriend?" on the front and "If Lost, Please Return To Steve" on the back.

And it turned out, as they stood against the barrier in a not so muddy field, on a lovely, warm, but overcast, May day, that even bands that sucked could be fun. Even if it was only because they spent their day with earplugs in, so their eardrums wouldn't combust, bitching about each artist's lack of ability to put notes or an outfit together.

During the lunchtime intermission, the pair made friends with the lesbian couple next to them, Kayla and Jess, who were also eagerly awaiting Chrissy's set and similarly liked to mock those who committed crimes against sound and fashion. Steve was glad to have met them, they were really nice, and he felt better about leaving her to use the bathroom or to fetch food, knowing Robin was in safe hands.

He also felt better about letting her wander off, not that it stopped him from stressing out when she and Kayla had been missing for over fifteen minutes. He spread himself out to keep their places against the railing with his back to the stage, watching the crowd intently. Jess wasn't quite as chatty once they were alone, but she seemed content enough, bobbing along to the band that'd appeared on the stage.

Steve didn't turn back around to face the stage until he spotted the girls heading back towards them, he gave them a wave and turned around to look at the guys who hadn't been attempting to destroy anyone's hearing and was met with the face of the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. Pretty face, long curly hair tied up in a bun, muscle tee showing off his many tattoos, piercings and chains and glittery Docs; Steve felt himself owl blink and blush.

God's gift to mankind was kneeling centre stage, guitar in hand making the most beautiful sounds Steve had ever heard as his fingers flew over the strings, and it was only when the rest of the band kicked back in that the man looked up, winked directly at Steve, and then jumped back to his feet, spending the rest of the song bouncing around the stage.

Steve only realised his mouth was agape when Robin finally arrived next to him and elbowed him hard in the ribs, giving him the same look she did whenever he was embarrassing in the club. He watched the rest of the Corroded Coffin, according to the backdrop, set in awe. Screaming and clapping along when they wished everyone a great day, throwing picks and drumsticks into the crowd and taking a bow; patting each other on the back as they wandered offstage.

As soon as it was quiet again, Robin wanted to know what the hell was wrong with his face and honestly, he couldn't answer her. He didn't even believe in love, not for himself at least, and he certainly didn't believe in love at first sight. It didn't stop him from spending the next couple of hours watching the faces at the sides of the stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of his new favourite guitarist, though.

As soon as Chrissy hit the stage, Steve got lost, between filming the set and watching Robin trying not to hyperventilate when Chrissy spotted her t-shirt, pointed to her, and giving her a coy little wink, blew her a kiss.

"An old school friend is here with me tonight, and I'd like him to help me out with this next track. Especially for the beauty in the front row, this is Girlfriend!"

The crowd went wild as the beat kicked in, but Steve was still watching Robin because it looked like she'd stopped breathing altogether. That was until she gasped loudly and started smacking Steve in the way she always did whenever she got overly excited; pointing wildly at the stage, and it was only when he looked over he saw Corroded Coffins guitarist bouncing up and down next to Chrissy.

Instead of the black muscle vest and skinny jeans he'd been sporting earlier in the day, he had changed into pale blue board shorts and a baggy white t-shirt that read "Hey Steve!" written in black sharpie with a giant winking smiley face underneath that could only really be seen when he swung his guitar around his back to copy Chrissy's dance moves.

The song ended, and the friends hugged, Chrissy waving him off the stage and calling out, "Eddie Munson everybody!" letting the crowd go wild for her friend before launching into the rest of her set.

By the time Chrissy had actually left the stage, Robin looked exhausted, having screamed and sung and danced herself out. They hung around a bit, said goodbye to Kayla and Jess, wishing them a safe journey home, and they were just taking one last look at the now empty stage when he heard someone yell his name...

#have i written chrissy as avril lavigne???#am i picturing eddie doing the girlfriend dance???#have i thought about little else all day???#can neither confirm nor deny #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #steddie au #steddie #pre steddie #platonic stobin #platonic hellcheer #buckingham #pre buckingham #steve's pov #aj writes

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astronomysturniolos · 1 month

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matt sturniolo x gf

surprise surprise

warnings: pet names, p in v, fingering, kissing, hickey placing, kissing

summary: matt is on tour but what happens when you miss him so much you can’t stand not seeing him anymore, and things take a pleasurable turn for you both

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as i stepped off the plane, excitement bubbled within me like champagne fizzing in a glass. it had been three long months since i last held him, kissed him, felt the warmth of his embrace. but now, the moment was finally here. i could hardly contain my eagerness as i made my way through the bustling airport, my heart pounding in anticipation of our reunion.

the thought of surprising him on tour had kept me going during those lonely nights without him. i had planned every detail, from coordinating with laura, to double checking my arrival remained a secret. the element of surprise was crucial. i wanted to see the shock and joy in his eyes when he laid eyes on me after all this time.

as I approached the venue, my heart fluttered with nervous excitement. would he be thrilled to see me, or would he be caught off guard? doubts crept into my mind, but i brushed them aside, focusing on the overwhelming love and longing that fueled my determination to make this moment unforgettable. checking my appearance in my phone camera, adjusting my hair, and walking into the doors.

with a shaky breath, i waited backstage, hidden from view, as the minutes ticked by like eternity. every sound made me jump with anticipation, imagining that each footstep belonged to him. and then, finally, the moment arrived. i caught a glimpse of him through the curtain, and my heart skipped a beat.

he stepped onto the stage, his presence commanding the attention of the crowd. my eyes drank in the sight of him, the way his eyes sparkled under the stage lights, the familiar curve of his smile making me already blush. the way his tattoos were enhanced by the spotlight focused on him, and his veins moving everytime he put the mic to his mouth. honestly i didn’t know how much longer i could last without his hands roaming my body.

and then, as if on cue, our eyes met as he glanced to his side, seeing me behind the curtains. time seemed to stand still as recognition dawned on his face, followed by disbelief, then unbridled joy. he has to keep calm because of his fans, but his eyes showed me how much he wanted to run and hug me in the moment.

after the show everyone gave us alone time in the bus. reunited at last. and as he enveloped me in his arms, whispering words of love and gratitude, his hands grazed my ass. warmth already growing in my core. “i missed you so much baby” he whines, still gripping my ass with his head in my neck. “i missed you too matt” i giggle, running my hands through his hair.

“but honestly” i start, as he pulls his head up to make eye contact with me. motioning for me to continue “i think you need to show me just how much you missed me” i say, bringing my hands to his arms, tracing his tattoos.

“oh yeah?” he teases, titling his head at me. and his eyes, piercing through me. i can’t control myself any longer. i nod and instantly attack his lips, like their water and im in a drought. our tongues battling for dominance, even though he always wins.

we walk to the couch never disconnecting from each other, and he towers over me as i’m laid down, my arms keeping me slanted upwards. he starts trailing kisses down my neck. “please matt” i whine, needing him so badly. “what baby, you need something?” he teases, feeling the smile grow on his face against my neck, along with the hickeys already growing. “need you please” i manage to say, my core so hot it can start a fire. “your wish is my command princess” he says before taking his shirt off.

he tugs at the bottom of my pink let’s trip 5 mil shirt, “can i take this off” he asks, as if it is even a question. all i do is nod as he quickly removes it, smiling when he sees i have no bra on. “so perfect baby, just for me hm?” he asks and i just hum in response.

he fumbles with his jeans as i remove mine as well, now we are both just in our underwear, and as i try to take mine off he stops me, taking his thumb on my clit and rubbing circles. a moan slips out my mouth as he continues “you like this, me rubbing on u huh?” he asks, i just nod in reply, but that isn’t enough for him. “use your words gorgeous” he says, still rubbing circles, occasionally sticking a finger inside my underwear. “yes matt. yes.” i say out of breathe.

he rips my underwear off my hips and take his finger and puts it in my pussy and holy fuck did i miss him. his veiny long fingers pushing in and out of me. i groan in pleasure as he continues. “so good matt. so soo good” i ramble, feeling him stick another finger in. still thrusting in and out of me mumbling words of affirmation every couple seconds.

after im finally stretched out enough, i put my hand on his wrist. making him stop, and “i need your dick matt. right now.” comes out of my mouth without warning, and he immediately starts fumbling with his underwear, finally taking it off and holy fucking shit. i forgot how big he was.

he aligns it at my hole, looking at me and i give him a nod of approval. he puts the tip in slowly and we both let out a breathe of relief. he keeps going until he bottoms out and he just lays on top of my for a minute, catching his breathe.

without warning he starts pounding into me, pulling almost fully out before going in again. and i think im seeing stars. this is probably the best sex me and him have had yet. his chain dangling in my face and the sweat dripping onto my nose from his, making me wanna just soak up every ounce of him. he hits the one spot where i let out a pornographic moan, him continuing onto that spot until i feel my release creep onto me.

“i’m close matt” i say, barely audible from all the pleasure. “same.” he breathes out. his thrusts getting sloppy and we hit our highs at the same time. “im coming. shit. i’m coming matt” i repeat, my ears beginning to ring. “me too baby, me too” he says, riding out our highs.

once we finished we just look at eachother and giggle. then my eyes glance to the stove, the clock saying it has been an hour that we have been in here and everyone else is bound to come in any second. “shit matt, it’s been an hour, we have to clean up” i say worried, and he just laughs, “don’t worry baby, there are more problems.” he says, and i look at him confused. i hurriedly get up getting the hint and check the mirror. there are 2 purple spots on my neck.

“matt.” i deadpan in the mirror, looking at him as he just smirks knowingly. “whattt” he says, wrapping his hands around my waist. before i have time to answer the door burst open and chris walks in. “ew, get a room” he says with a look of disgust on his face, going straight to the bunks. me and matt laughing as everyone else follows him inside.

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anna speaks: this is ur time to yell at me im sorry i haven’t writing or even posted in a while but school is kicking my ass but i’m gonna try n be more active!!😜😜

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honeytama · 2 months

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Please don’t keep me waiting.

Noah Sebastian X Reader (uses she/her pronouns, referred to as a girl)

A/N: This is my first time writing for THE attractive, tall man. Your girl is a new fan <3 Feel free to lore dump on me in my asks/dms. This piece is hella self indulgent, because all I want is a detailed tattoo tour from Noah himself. 🧎🏻‍♀️

Summary: Twitch streaming a tattoo tour with your best friend and his viewers catch on to your natural chemistry. Noah notices a change in your demeanor due to their comments and bugs you for a talk in private once the camera is off.

Content: Use of y/n, fem!reader, fluffy things, very slight angst. This fic lacks smut, but my content is intended for an adult audience, MDNI.

Word Count: 1k

“You can take my chair,” your best friend, Noah, pushes his gaming chair in your direction. You thank him and shyly slide into his chair. You notice your feet slightly dangle above the carpet in his bedroom.

Noah had pulled in a chair from his dining table and sat next to you excitedly while pulling up his account to go live.

“Y/N, I’m so fuckin’ happy you agreed to stream with me today,” he exclaims while clicking about his screen. “It’s been forever since we’ve gotten to hang together just us two, huh?” He smiles, turning to look at your face.

You smile back, of course, even though you couldn’t keep yourself from fidgeting in your seat out of nervousness. Well it won’t just be the two of us, you think. This was your first time on stream with him and you noticed from past streams that his viewers. always loved when he had a guest on; you just hope they’ll love you too.

“You ready?” He asks.

“Mhmm,” is what you manage before he clicks “Start Streaming” and a window with “Stream Starting Soon” pops up in front of you.

“I’ll just give, like, five minutes for people to start coming in before we actually start,” he reassures. “What did you want to do on stream? Your choice since it’s your first time.” He leans in towards you.

“We could do—“, you hum and your eyes search across his bedroom for ideas. Your eyes land on his thigh. He’s wearing shorts today and his Itachi tattoo sparks your idea.

“You’ve never done a tattoo tour have you?” You smile excitedly.

“You just want me to take off my shirt, huh?” He laughs and sways into your shoulder.

You blush. Of course I do, you think. “I’m being serious! Also, isn’t that TOS? I don’t think you can flash your nips online, Noah.”

He laughs, “Fine, I think it’s a good idea. I’ll show off as long as you show yours too.” He points toward your forearms.

“Noah,” you whine. “They don’t know me. They’re not interested in mine.”

“Well you better get ready, because we’re starting.”

In less than a second, your faces appear on the screen along with his stream layout.

Comments started off with “heys and hellos”, but got a little apprehensive to you after a minute.

I thought it would just be you :/

Wishing that were me omg

Who’s the girl?

Noah introduces you to his viewers, “Hello hello. This is Y/N, they’re my company for today. She’s been one of my best friends for years and she came up with today’s stream idea. We’ll both be showing off our tattoos, talking about them, and answering questions if you have them.”

You spent an hour with him as he showed off his neck, arms, and hands to the camera. You watched as his fingers brushed against his own skin to show different parts of his arms. You can’t help but imagine his hands caressing you in the same way.

As time passed, you and Noah shared flirtatious banter and inside jokes. The comments started to warm up and even encouraged the way you two interacted.

Aww love that he gave her his chair, so cute

The way he looks at her omg

She can’t stop looking at his hands SAME

You read the comments as they floated up his screen. While it warmed your heart to know that his fans felt comfortable about your relationship with Noah, you couldn’t help but have negative thoughts intrude your mind about what could happen if you ever pursued him.

“Y/N, show some of yours, he whispers to you once he’s finished. Before you can retaliate, he softly places a hand on your arm. He turns it to the inside, which shows an illustrated piece of a black cat right under the crease of your elbow.

So cuuuute

Love! I also have a cat tattoo

You smile toward the sweet comments in chat. Noah gives you a look of I told you so before mentioning that they’d be ending the steam after you showed off the tattoos you felt comfortable with.

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The stream has ended and you’re left sitting in silence with him next to you.

“So, what’d you think?” He pushes his hair back before finally looking at you from his screen. “Hey, are you feeling okay?”

He watches as you frown and deny eye contact. He reaches across your lap to put a hand on your knee. He pulls you and you spin to face him so your knees touch.

“Will you please talk to me?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” you mutter. “It’s just— a lot of different feelings came up for me, and I don’t know what to think.”

“Like what? The chat, my fans, they loved you. I thought you were having as much fun as I was. I saw you smiling when they said we were cute together.” He grins while placing his hands in yours. You look down at them in your lap.

“I want to be cute together in more than just a friend way,” you admit. “I’m sorry.” You shut your eyes and squeeze his hands.

“Please don’t apologize for that, Y/N,” he huffs. His thumb brushes back and forth against the back of your hand, “I feel the same way, but I guess was scared to admit that, too.”

You explain to him how the idea of ruining your friendship haunts you or how he might feel pressure to have you in the public eye. “I just wish I told you so much sooner. It would have made things easier.”

“I’m ready to try now if you are.” He smiles softly while wiping a tear from your cheekbone. “In fact, I know where a couple of nerds like us could go on our first date,” he gushes and raises his brows teasingly.

You already know you’re headed to your favorite arcade bar with him at your side by the weekend. The thought of you being able to be closer than ever calms your nerves and gives you hope for your future together.

#Part 2? Arcade bar first date?#bad omens #👀#noah sebastian #bad omens fanfic #bad omens noah fanfic #noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian x you #bad omens x reader #long haired noah is my fave

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eddiesbigolepp · 2 years

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fresh ink

synopsis: eddie’s sweet little girlfriend wanted some ink to show off, good thing he knows a great tattoo artist.

pairing: eddie munson x reader

word count: 1325

warnings: 18+ swearing, slightly sexual, needles, slight nudity, eddie being a perv again

a/n: this is the same cheerleader!reader from my other fic

the tattoos that were spread over his skin made you smile. when he first gave you a tattoo tour, each piece made your eyes light up more than the last. you were in awe, they added just the right touch to his skin. the more time you spent with him, the more you caught yourself staring at them, usually the bats on his arm when you held hands. or zombie on his chest when you laid together. it was just so mesmerizing. you traced them daily, a habit that eddie had come to love.

recently, you had started thinking about what you would get tattooed on yourself. it wouldn’t be a zombie but it would be something cool, and something that meant a lot to you. maybe you’d get something for eddie. would that be too much? you two had been together for a while, but would he be creeped out?

“hey!” eddie says grabbing your attention, “you alright?” he questions as you blink up at him mindlessly.

“what? i’m okay,” you mumble looking over to the tv playing some slasher film. you didn’t even realize the movie was almost over until he took you out of your trance.

“no you’re not you’re staring at my arm like it’ll fall off if you look away,” he chuckles turning your face back to him. “what’s wrong sweetheart?” he asks again as you absentmindedly trace the bats on his arm.

“it’s nothin i told you,” you laugh back up at him.

“you’re lyinggg” he says dragging out the last syllable. “what is it, are you obsessed with my hands or something?” he teases, nudging you a little. when you don’t answer his eyes widen and he laughs a little more. “you are, aren’t you? is it the tattoos? they’re pretty sick huh?” he gloats, ego slightly boosted because of your staring.

“you wish, munson,” you reply, rolling your eyes and grabbing a pillow to whack him with.

“hey, hey!” he frowns, grabbing the pillow after it lands on his chest, “violence is not the answer babe.” he turns his body to face you better and he smiles sweetly, “really though, what is it?”

“i just want one..” you mumble, eyes flashing down to his arm again for less than a second before looking back up at him.

“wait what?”

“you heard me.”

“wait but i really didn’t you didn’t even use your cheerleader voice,” he jokes, “what’d you say, doll?”

“i… want one,” you say, a little louder than before.

“what? an arm?” he says grabbing your hands, “i think you’ve got two perfectly good ones right here, they’re probably stronger than mine!” he laughs referencing your insane tumbling ability.

“no stupid,” you laugh back, grabbing his right arm, “one of these..” you point at the bats on his arm.

“little miss head cheerleader wants a tattoo? what have i done to you?” he grins pulling you in for a quick kiss. “what makes you want a tattoo? tell me it’s because of me.” he smiles holding his hand to his heart all giddy.

“don’t get all cocky big boy,” you retort, raising your brows quickly, “i don’t know they’re cool, i don’t know where to get one or where to put it. my mother would kill me if she saw it.”

“wellllll..” he says in a sing-songy voice, “you could get one behind your ear,” he says bringing his hand up to small area behind the lobe. “or maybe hidden beneath the girls,” he says, dragging his pointer finger down your neck, all the way down to your tank and snapping the hem against your skin. “maybe even here,” he mumbles bringing his hands down to your exposed hip and rubbing circles into it. “i’d love it if it were right here too though..” he smirks, bringing his hand down to pinch your butt cheek.

“hey! watch your hands!” you answer, slapping his chest. he still leaves his hand there smirking harder than before. “i have no idea what even to get, also if my dad saw the charge on his card then he’d freak.” you groan, laying your head on his shoulder.

“wait right here,” he says quickly, standing up and letting you fall over to his spot on the couch.

“jeez a warning would’ve been nice,” you call out as he runs to his room quickly. you can hear him rummaging through his dresser and cursing when he banged his finger between two drawers.

“got it!” he shouts, walking back with a black case in hand and a smile plastered on his face. “who said you’d have to pay, i know the best tattoo artist in town!” he chuckles, sitting down in his same spot and opening up the case. there’s a bottle of ink, what looks to be cups for dolls, and a couple sterilized needles.

“what is that?” you ask and he laughs at you shaking his head.

“you cheerleaders, too pure for this world.” he jokes pulling out the packaged needle. “this is a needle, i dip it into the ink and i poke your skin. stick n poke, that’s what they call it. i could give you a small one since you want it so bad,” he chuckles looking down at you as you stare at the box he held in front of you in awe.

“would you really?”

“yeah sweetheart it’s not that hard, now what do you want?” he smiles, “you could get a cute little star or a flower, or maybe an e?” he offers only half kidding.

“i’ve got an idea i think,” you smile and walk back toward his room to find some paper. he closes the case and grabs a couple paper towels before following you back to the room.

he sees you already laying on the bed doodling something in his little notebook and he saunters over. “whatcha got there?” he asks, peering over your shoulder to see what you’ve drawn. his smile widens larger than ever and he rolls you over once you finish. “where do you want it sweetheart?”

“you choose, somewhere hidden though, only want you to see.” you say, beaming up at him. his eyes brighten up tenfold and he grins mischievously. “then let me get started,” he says pushing your tank up so only your boobs are half covered.

“this is gonna hurt a bit, so let me know when you need a break, doll face,” he says grabbing a half empty bottle of water to dip his paper towel into. he wipes the valley of skin between your breasts with the damp towel before wiping you dry.

he pulls the sketch out from the notebook and presses a kiss to your chest before he starts his work. he’s concentrated as he tries to make it perfect. and when a pinch is stronger than the others, you squeeze his shoulders and groan. if it weren’t for the situation right know he’d jump your bones but for now he’ll “go easy on you.”

once he wipes your skin for the last time and he smiles up at you wiggling his eyebrow. “i’m done?!” you question sitting up abruptly almost knocking his head.

“relax! it’s not going anywhere!” he says rolling over to let you stand. you practically run to the mirror to check out the tattoo he gave you.

“eddieeee!” you beam watching him walk up behind you. he hugs you from behind and presses a big kiss to you cheek “this looks so good, thank you babe.” you giggle as he turns you around to get a good look at it.

“tips are appreciated,” he says turning his cheek for a kiss in return.

“i think i can arrange something,” you reply turning his face back to you to kiss his lips.

“gonna buy you so many tiny tops just so i can see my handiwork.” he chuckles darkly lifting you up and bringing you to the bed.

a/n: the tattoo doodle in question

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #eddie #perv!eddie #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut

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callmewrinkles3 · 1 year

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Fresh Ink

Summary: Dan decides to get a new tattoo that Em has inspired. She decides to be a little more spontaneous.

A/N: we don’t have a full oneshot, so have a lil drabble we’ve been keeping close to our chests!

August 2018

In the short time she’d spent with Dan, Em learned to not be surprised by the weird ways their days could go. From sitting on the couch for a lazy day, to being surprised with a trip to see the Reputation tour, anything could and did happen. Which was why she wasn’t surprised when she got a text from Dan saying he was going to get a new tattoo and wanted her to come with him. Daniel “I’ll just get a big one and then no more” Ricciardo getting a tattoo wasn’t a new thing and she loved the ink already on his body and the differences in the artwork they both had. But what did surprise her was what he was getting.

A couple of weeks before she’d sent him a text before a race. She was up watching and it had been a shitty practice and qualifying, the car kept failing on him. Her little Shine on, Handsome, text was supposed to just make him smile. She didn’t want to call and distract him, or wish him luck make him think his performance was what she cared about. She didn’t expect his little heart emoji response to make her grin and giggle like a kid. But her Sky Sports subscription was on the telly and she watched with rapt attention until he had yet another DNF and she wanted to throw something at the stupid car that kept failing him.

But they never mentioned the text after that. Not that Sunday night when he arrived at her front door with flowers and his suitcase. Not the next day when he kissed her goodbye before going to the sim and coming back to her that night. It was too easy to spend time together.

But he’d come back early from his summer break to spend time with her and had dragged her to a fancy tattoo shop in the middle of London to show her the perfectly printed font for her text. The “shine on” that was going onto his bicep where everyone could see it and she felt stupidly proud of it. He’d just asked if she wanted to be there while he got a new one and surprised her when they got to the shop. If he hadn’t mentioned that he knew the owner the tears might have come out in pride but she held them back.

“You are actually insane, you know that. Right?”

“I drive a car hundreds of kilometres an hour every single week. We knew that.” He grinned and gave her a shrug as the rest of his answer.

They were waiting for the tattoo artist to finish setting up as she looked in the glass showcase of piercings. The only ones she had were the gold studs in her earlobes. She’d had them since she was a kid and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually changed the studs in them. She just liked looking at shiny things and ended up staring at a tiny little nose stud with a small opal on it. The colours hit it and showed the iridescent sheen and she loved looking at it while Dan was talking to someone she didn’t know. At least he was until an arm went around her shoulder and his lips were against her temple.

“Find something you like? Cause I just found someone I really like.” He smiled against her ear, whispering lowly so only she could hear. “Gonna get a new one? You’d look cute with a tragus, or maybe something in your upper cartilage.”

“Nah, not really. Besides I don’t even want to know how much one of those cost here.” It was only half a joke as she glanced up at Dan and then back to the accessories.

“Did you plan to get a new one? You’ve loads of space in your ears for whatever you want.”

“Ha, no, I’m too cool for that now. I mean I always wanted to get my nose pierced. Mum would have killed me if I did it when I was younger and now I’m too old for it.” Her mother’s words echoed around her head that she’d look like a cow with a ring in her nose, how would anyone ever want to marry her with it? She shook her head a little to try get it away from her.

“You just turned 28. I’m barely 29. Are you calling us old?” It was mostly a joke.

“Definitely.”

“Meanie.” He squeezed her shoulder to soften the word. “But you should get it. You’d look really good with a nostril piercing. A little gold hoop would be cute and match the rest of your jewellery.”

“What if I don’t like it?” That knot of anxiety bubbled up a little.

“You take it out and let it heal over. It’ll leave a tiny mark that nobody will see. The only person who gets close enough to see something like that is me, and I won’t care about it.”

“Who told you that you’re the only one who gets that close?” It was said jokingly but she saw how he stiffened slightly.

“Hey!”

“I’m joking!” He was still tense and she squeezed his arm. “I’m joking, Danny. You really think it’ll suit me?”

“You’re gorgeous anyway but it’ll look good on you. Plus, there’s one there with a shiny lavender opal so I call it destiny.” He pointed at the exact one she was looking at.

“And I’m calling you a bad influence.”

“I’m a bad influence who’ll hold your hand when the needle gets close to your face. Sound good?”

“And I’ll hold your hand when you’re getting your tattoo?”

“See, teamwork.” He turned around and called someone over. “Em wants to get her nose pierced, do you have space?”

She grinned and started filling out the paperwork, signing it and picking out the temporary jewellery while it healed. And true to his word, Dan held her hand for the entire time.

#call it what you want fic #daniel ricciardo imagine #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #formula one imagine #daniel ricciardo oneshot #formula one fanfic #f1 oneshot #formula 1 oneshot #ciwyw writing

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haikyuu characters as taylor swift songs (the break ups)

a/n: time-skip canonically exists and that's what i'm clearly using

in honor of the eras tour starting up, here are some t swift songs that would encapsulate what a break up with certain haikyuu characters would look like; i only did a few because this shit took some tiiiime ok

i'm gonna hurt myself with this one.

masterlist

would've, could've, should've

"god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be" "give me back my girlhood, it was mine first" "and now that i'm grown i'm scared of ghosts, memories feel like weapons, and now that i know, i wish you'd left me wondering"

the effects of a break up with him lasts longer than you would like, following you for months after and even into the relationships you try to have afterwards. everything reminds you of him. if loving him meant you were left feeling like this, you would've rather never loved him at all. the break up with him literally breaks you.

-oikawa, atsumu, suna

midnight rain

"he wanted it comfortable, i wanted that pain" "i broke his heart 'cause he was nice, he was sunshine, i was midnight rain" "and he never thinks of me"

you're the problem. he was the nice guy that you should've chose, but you didn't. years of bad relationships had scarred you for the worse. the problem was that he was perfect, too perfect, and you were broken. better to run while you still had the chance, you convince yourself it was inevitable and he was just too nice to end things. you would ruin it for the both of you, he would find better.

-hinata, bokuto, suga

cardigan

"you drew stars around my scars, but not i'm bleeding" "i knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss, i knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs" "i knew i'd curse you for the longest time...i knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired" "i knew you'd come back to me"

it's a constant game of back and forth that you grew sick of. you were done being a second choice. there are a lot of regrets after the break up, but you get over it faster than he does. it takes longer for him to realize it, and by that time, you've moved on. he's texting you, begging you to take him back, blowing up your phone with voicemails, sending flowers to your work. eventually you block him. you still love him, but you choose yourself this time.

-osamu, ushijima, kageyama

exile

"i think i've seen this film before, and i didn't like the ending, you're not my homeland anymore, so what am i defending now" "i can see you staring honey, like he's just your understudy" "you never gave a warning sign (i gave so many signs)"

the fallout is slow, you've fought and broken up so many times recently that it's no surprise this last time. what is surprising is when he sees you with someone new, looking happier than you ever did with him. he thought it was like every other time, he thought you'd get back together. the confusion on his face is clear, the anger is quick. how could he have missed the resentment growing within you? he'd never stop trying to come back into your life. sometimes you'd let him back in. every time, you'd regret it.

-kenma, akaashi, kita

all too well

"you kept me like a secret, but i kept you like an oath" "maybe we got lost in translation, maybe i asked for too much, maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up" "you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest"

it's perfect until it's not. the worst are the conversations toward the end of it all. he's hurting you, but he won't let you go, sacrificing your happiness for his comfort in a dead relationship. you cry loaded tears and he makes barren promises. the break up isn't even the end of it. you can't escape him, having to share your friends with one another and working so close to each other. you want so badly to be over him, but the wound rips open at every reminder of his constant presence in your life. he won't let you go completely, but he won't ever love you the way you deserve.

-kuroo, iwaizumi, sakusa

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angelst4re · 2 years

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jamie and y/n sextape just leaked

this request was from the beginning of august?? i swear i'm trying to work through them all!! <33 but here's something short and fun for now :)

Let's Make a Movie- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: read the request! :)

warnings: NSFW!! contains smut!! don't read if you're uncomfortable my love!

notes: i'm going to write a part 2 to this if you guys want :) ALSO can i just say i had counterfeit jamie in my mind whilst i wrote this...

“Jamie!” You push yourself up off the sofa and run to the door where your boyfriend stood, holding his arms out, inviting you in for a hug. “You’ve been gone for so long.” You frown, your face buried in his chest.

“I know, I’m sorry you couldn’t come with us, baby. I missed you.” He says, stroking your hair as he holds you close to him, “what have you been upto, then?”

“Not much,” you begin to explain as he picks up his suitcase to take it upstairs, to which you follow him, “I’ve been super stressed out at work and then I’d come home and you wouldn’t be here…”

Jamie looks at you with an expression you knew all too well.

“I’m sorry, darling.” He says, placing the suitcase at the bottom of the bed before walking over to you, “you should’ve told me, we could’ve resolved it. Y’know phone sex is a thing?” He smirked, to which you playfully smacked his chest.

“Oh, behave, Jamie!” You giggled, but he caught your wrist and held it behind your back, along with your other one. “What are you-”

“Shh, I have an idea, okay? Wait here, I’ll be back in two seconds.” He said before disappearing back down the stairs.

You sat on the bottom of the bed, waiting for Jamie to come back, and when he did he had a camera with him?

“I bought this when we were on the road, thinking maybe we could make a short film about being on tour. But I think I have a better idea now.” He smirked devilishly, you caught on in an instant.

“You mean… we should make a tape?”

“Yeah, unless you don’t want to of course, I’d never do it if you were uncomfortable, darling.” He explained. “Also, it means that when I’m not here and you get lonely, you can watch it back and remember all the ways I can make you-”

“Okay,” you giggled, starting to blush, “I think I like that idea.” Slowly, you unbuttoned the oversized shirt you were wearing, “you better start recording then, babe.”

Jamie gave you a big smile as he pressed the record button and the little red light lit up.

“Fuck,” Jamie groaned lowly as you let your shirt fall to the ground, leaving you in a dark red lace bra and your black shorts, “take it all off, baby.”

You stood up and slipped out of your shorts, leaving you in your matching lingerie set. You walked up to the camera and smiled before giving Jamie a kiss before pulling him over to the bed.

You lay in the centre of your kingsize bed, your head resting on the pillows with your legs spread slightly.

“Give it to me,” you smiled before taking the camera from him, pointing it towards him, “your turn, love.”

Jamie sighed playfully before taking off his hoodie, revealing his tattoos. You bit down on your lip as you zoomed the camera in towards his v-line. The blue jeans he wore hung low on his hips, you wished you could get up and-

“Hey, my eyes are up here, darling.” He teased you as he began to unbuckle his belt, throwing it to the floor before climbing onto the bed, his body positioned between your legs.

He quickly took the camera back from you and pointed at your face.

“My pretty little slut,” he whispered, his hand cupping your cheek before his thumb grazed over your lips, “I can’t believe I have you all to myself.”

His hand came up to your right boob, where he pulled your bra down to reveal your flesh. He rubbed his hand over it before taking your nipple between his finger and thumb and pinched it, earning a pathetic whimper from you. He chuckled and pointed the camera back up at your face.

“You like that, hm?” He teased, capturing your reaction as he tugged on your nipple again. Your lips parted as you let out a breathy moan, feeling heat spread across your body. “I bet you’re so wet for me already, how about we check?”

Jamie leaned back, the camera now pointed at your clothed cunt. He pushed the material to the side and exposed your soaking heat, he chuckled as he ran a finger through your folds, collecting your arousal before bringing it up to your lips, pointing the camera back up at your face.

“Mm, that’s my good girl.” He said, his voice deeper than usual, dripping in lust. He then handed you the camera and laid between your legs.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, the camera pointed at him as he blew cold air onto your sensitive cunt, before lowering his face further, licking a stripe from your hole to your clit, “holy shit…”

With your free hand, you tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging on his messy blonde locks. Your legs spread wider as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on it gently as he pressed a finger into your pulsing hole.

“Jamie…” You moaned, throwing your head back as he finger pressed against the special spot inside you, “don’t- don’t stop, fuck-”

He chuckled, sending vibrations through your body as his teeth grazed over your clit before using his tongue to trace circles over it.

“You gonna cum for me already, darling?” He mocked, “go ahead, I won’t stop you. Poor baby, you’ve not had my mouth for weeks and now you can’t control yourself. It’s okay, let go for me. Cum around my fingers ‘n then I’ll fuck you, okay?”

His words only fueled the fire inside you, and within moments your high came crashing down on you. You still pointed the camera at him as he worked you through your high, your legs trembling as you tried to squeeze your thighs together.

“Good girl,” he whispered, patting your pussy in a way that felt so humiliating yet good at the same time, although you cringed at the wet sound it made. He took the camera back from you as he pulled your panties down your legs, “let’s see how many times you can cum for me tonight, hm?”

Weeks and months had passed since you and Jamie had made your tape, and you knew how your lives could be ruined in seconds if anyone else had gotten hold of it, so you made sure to keep it safe. After filming it on the camera, you downloaded it to your laptop so you and Jamie could both have access to it when it was needed. However, one night, whilst Jamie was away touring again, he had lost his phone. He didn’t panic as he managed to get it back by the end of the night, but the damage was already done.

It was posted on twitter.

When you woke up the next morning, your phone was flooded with notifications from worried fans and people who had seen it:

Y/n and Jamie are people, please respect their privacy. If you see the video, report it! Do not share it!

@Y/N, @Jamie, whatever you do, DO NOT go onto twitter today :(

Y/n is so hot, Jamie pls can we swap?

You were really confused, so you opened twitter and the first video that came up was your sex tape.

Your body flooded with fear and panic as you heard yours and Jamie’s voices.

“Fuck, you feel so good around my cock.”

“Gonna- gonna cum… Need you to cum in me, please, Jamie… Fuck-”

“I will, baby, just hold it for me okay?” Almost instantly, you called Jamie. Not caring whether he was asleep or on stage right now, you needed to get this fixed.

"Hello? Darling it's-"

"Jamie..." Your voice was slightly shaky as you spoke, "have you been on twitter? Have you seen it?"

"Seen what, love?" He asked in his sleepy voice.

"Our fucking sex tape." You raised your voice.

"No... no. Who would've found it-"

"I don't know. You're the only one who's-"

"Oh so you're blaming me now?" He chucked, "it wasn't me, sweetheart. But I'll get this fixed, okay? I promise."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down.

"Okay." You agreed.

"I guess this means we have to make another one," he joked, trying to lighten the mood, "one they'll never see."

#jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie bower smut #jamie campbell bower smut #jamie campbell bower #counterfeit jamie <3 #jamie bower x reader #jamie bower

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pastelbatfandoms · 18 days

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Take Me Home (One shot) WIP

Based off of a memory from my Motley Crue/Fame desired reality! I am with Sebastian Stan's version of Tommy Lee. Nikki is the same as in our cr though.

Warnings: Pure smut, not much plot tbh

LA 2012...

I was alone the first time in what felt like months, the boys were with their grandparents, I should be reveling in the free time and the quiet, I could literally do almost anything. Instead I was in my queen sized bed missing my husband.

Tommy was on tour with Motley Crue and wouldn't be back for another month. Thankfully this had been a short tour, but I was getting impatient.

I curled up into my cream colored comforter, grabbing my phone I opened up Facebook posting a picture of Tommy and I kissing with the caption "I miss those lips and you." ❤️💋 Sighing I slide the phone closed prepared to spent the rest of the night in bed with a romcom and ice cream.

A few minuetes later the sound of a notification shakes me out of my depressive state, I look at it, seeing someone had liked the post. I glance at it and smile when I see that it was Tommy. They must be done for the night.

Then a text lights up my phone. "Hey Babe, I saw your post. I miss you too!" My heart does a happy dance at seeing Tommy's text and wide smile spreads across my face.

"Hey baby! Are you done with the show? How was it?" I text back.

"Not done yet." He texts back, "We have an encore but it's been great. Crowds awesome! But I wish you were here, I miss that sexy body dancing to our songs."

I grinned a mischievous idea forming, before texting. "Well...once you're done. Want to video call later?"

An enthusiastic message lights up the phone. "FUCK YES!! 😏 I gotta go now but I fucking love you!"

"I fucking love you Tommy. 💋" I giggle at his enthusiasm, some things never change.

A while later, while I was getting ready for the call, had to look good for my man, I heard the call from my laptop via Skype. As I ran to the bed from the closet. Fixing my brown highlighted hair in it's messy bun, I straightened my satin nightie and pressed the answer button on the screen.

I light up once I see Tommy's handsome features appear on screen. His face breaks out in a smile as he sees me. "Hey sweetheart. Damn you look hot."

I grin in false modesty, looking away as I said "Oh I just threw this on." I joked giving him a cute smile.

Tommy smirked at that, looking me over, "Sure you did...Just for me."

I gave him a coy grin, "Ok yeah it was for you."

"Well now I feel like I should have done something." Tommy replied looking down at his shorts and tank top.

I laugh at that, "Babe you've been on stage all day, I've been home alone with nothing to do but think of you."

"True...So you've been thinking of me all day? I'd say what exactly but I think I know...here..." Tommy takes a moment and strips off his top revealing his smooth tattooed chest with the nipple rings. "Better?"

I raise an eyebrow at that, smirking. "Much better. Are you alone?"

Tommy gives me a cocky grin, "Of course. I've been waiting to call you. I don't want anyone to interrupt us."

"Well in that case. Look at what I'm not wearing..." I bite my lip, my eyes glinting mischievously as I slowly pull my slip up my thighs.

Tommy's eyes darken in lust as he immediatly latches onto where my hands are. "Oh don't tease babe. Fuck..."

I giggle pulling my slip up more when suddenly I hear a noise from Tommy's room as a door opens.

I hear a male voice shout, "Hey Tommy you in here!" Before Tommy can say anything Nikki bursts in, still in his stage outfit. "Dude are you watching porn?"

"No Dammit Nikki knock first man!" Tommy shouts back.

Nikki ignores him walking over, "Then what?-" He looks at the screen seeing me he smirks, "Oh hey Shelly. Looking good." He winks.

I think they were expecting me to be embarrassed but it was Nikki so instead of blushing. I kept my hands where they were as I fiddled with the hem of my nightie. "Hey Nikki. You can stay and watch if you want." I teased, giggling.

Nikki seemed like he might take me up on that. But it's Tommy protests knowing Nikki and I's history. "Babe!" He looks at me a bit surprised. "Not happening. Nikki stop eye fucking my girl and leave."

Nikki just chuckles at that, shaking his head and leaves. Knowing how easy it was to rial Tommy up.

I looked at Tommy who seemed a bit upset. "I'm sorry Tommy, we were just playing. Let me make it up to you?"

Tommy looked a bit put out but it softened when he looked over at me. "You can make it up to me when I get home. Right now though..." He trailed off, pursing his lips in thought.

"What?" I questioned, a bit nervous hoping he wouldn't end the call over Nikki.

But instead he simply said, "Take that off." His tone telling me there wasn't room for protests.

I smirk, relieved as I slip the nightie over my head and throw it on the bed.

Tommy's eyes light up as they rove over my naked body, as he licks his lips, leaning back on the hotel bed. "Well? Show me what you were going to earlier. Or is that only for Nikki now?"

I give him a look, "Of course not." Oh he was definitely not going to let that go for awhile.

Tommy raised an eyebrow, "Then open up and let Daddy see..." He ordered.

I did as he said, my eyes glazing over in lust as I bit my lip and spread my legs.

Tommy's eyes light up as he licks his lips. "Damn I wish I was there to taste you and touch you. Since I can't be...why don't you do it for the both us?"

I grinned as I trailed my hands down me, squeezing one of my breasts with a low moan as my other hand trails down to touch myself already wet just by seeing Tommy.

Tommy bit his lip, his eyes never leaving me as he said, "Fuck babe you look so hot. I can see how wet you are from here. You wanna see how ready he is for you?" Tommy asked referring to his cock, which seemed at times to have a mind of its own.

I nodded. "Yes please Daddy."

Tommy groaned. "Babygirl you call me that and I'm coming home early." He rubbed himself through his shorts once before pulling them off, my mouth parted at the look of his huge cock as it popped out of his underwear as he stroked himself. Yes it was as big as they said and seen.

I moaned my eyes closing as I stroked myself. "Fuck Tommy I wish you were here."

"Me too Mommy." Tommy murmured, " Until then keep touching yourself babe. That's it, imagine it's me touching you, making you come."

Tommy groaned as he watched me bury my fingers inside with a whine. His hand gripping his cock even harder. "Mmm fuck I want you so bad, you are going to get it when I'm home. I'm gonna fuck you so good. Keep going lover..."

I moaned louder my breath getting heavier at his words as did Tommy's. " Tommy I'm so close." I whimpered. "I am so hard right now," Tommy groaned out, his eyes closing. "shit I'm going to cum. Cum with me babygirl." His head back as was mine as with a few more strokes and loud moans we both came. I cried out as his name as he cursed.

My eyes opened enough to watch Tommy's cum as it burst out covering his hand and the sheets. "Damn baby that was sexy." I replied eyeing him.

"Fuck so are you. Felt great too, but not as good as if it was your hand or mouth..." Tommy trailed off gazing at me with a smirk, "Next time though I am going to make you squirt."

I stared at him with a grin. "You always do."

"Damn right." Tommy then looked down at the mess he made. "Shit I should clean this up. I blame this on you if we get a dry cleaning bill." He teased.

I rolled my eyes playfully. After he cleaned up we talked for a bit more before we had to sleep. I missed him already but I would see him soon. I couldn't wait until he was actually here.

#Fame dr #Motley Crue #Tommy Lee #sebastian stan #smut #desired reality #reality shifting #“fanfiction”#work in progress

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feverinfeveroutfic · 5 days

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the skeleton key | chapter seven: a caress of silver

”men wish to feel desired, women wish to feel in control”

-something i read learning about sexual needs (because i’m clueless otherwise) and something i wish this new generation of fic writers would understand already

It was one of those mornings in L.A. where the fog had rolled in and I was more than eager to head on out to the airport. I had to figure a way to go and meet the other guys again like what Marcy had told me, but for the time being, I was on my way to the Pacific Northwest. It had been quite some time since I had been up there, only ten years before.

Ten years. Ten years since I was last in Seattle.

It proved to be a homecoming for me the more I thought about it, and more so when I reached the airport and checked myself in for the first flight up the spine of the West Coast. I was going up there alone, and at some point, I was going to have to find my way back down to Sacramento to meet up with Marcy and Eric. And I was going to have to go back to work as well.

But for the time being, I was on my way up to the Emerald City, and I had my eye out for Alex once I touched down: apparently, his flight from Burbank came in at about an hour before me, which meant it was going to be me and him for a good chunk of the day. I chuckled to myself when I thought about seeing him from the plane window, that little plume of gray from the view into the airport. But I never did, until I reached the inside of the airport instead. He greeted me with those little buck teeth and his arms wide open for me.

“Hey, stranger!” I declared, and I held him close to me for a good long minute. It felt so wrong, but it felt so right at the same time. I then held back and gazed into his face, and I thought about giving him a kiss on those cherry lips. But then he beat me to the punchline and gave me a kiss, and he held me close again.

“Warm just like a bakery,” he remarked.

“I try my best,” I assured him with a smile.

“Come on... let's go check in and I'll take you to meet the guys,” he told me, and he offered to help me with my things out to the rental car that awaited us. I had my phone with me so I could take plenty of pictures for Marcy, but I was drawn to the big silvery camera dangled against Alex's hip, and more so when we prepared to go through baggage claim.

“Where'd you get that?” I asked him as we waited before the big conveyor belt.

“What, this?” He showed me the camera. “Oh, I've been into photography for a few years now. Randy—you may have seen him at the Metal Allegiance show, Randy Blythe, tall guy with the dreadlocks, the horned glasses, and the tattoos all over his arms, he's one of my best friends in the whole world—saw a picture I took and recommended I do more of that but with a proper photographer's camera. He lent me his and was thoroughly impressed by it, and then I had to give it back to him. It was an expensive camera.” And I chuckled at that.

“So you went ahead and got your own,” I followed along.

“Exactly!” he declared with a little twinkle to his eye. “And it seems to have done me justice, even as just a simple hobby on the side.”

My big blue overnight bag emerged on the conveyor belt, and he scooped it up for me and slung it over his shoulder.

“That's not too heavy?” I asked him as I remembered that I had packed a bunch of baking supplies in there.

“Not at all!” he assured me as we walked side by side. “Guitar cases and accompanying amps can get pretty heavy, but simple luggage is nothing for me.”

“You and your big, strong, lanky arms,” I noted with a glance at his biceps enshrouded under his peacoat, and I couldn't help myself. I reached up and gave him a squeeze on his upper arm.

“Yeah, you gotta be pretty strong to tour with a bunch of stuff like that,” he told me, and we stepped outside of the airport to the graying sky and the incoming rain. It was this gentle mist that fell in sheets, almost like the rain at the beach, and it was chilly enough for us to huddle together there at the walkway for a moment before we caught a break in the cars.

He led me to his rental, a small black hatchback with a rack on the roof even though we were nowhere near a place for skiing. He unlocked it for me and, once he tucked my bag next to his things, he turned to me with a deep, firm kiss on my lips.

“Make love to me,” he begged to me. “Give me what she can't give me.”

“You know I will,” I vowed to him.

“We're in Seattle, my dear,” he told me. “We should have some fun here.”

“Fun in Seattle even while it's pouring rain and drenching us down to our clothes.”

“Fun in Seattle with a cup of coffee and some scones,” he followed up.

“You want some scones?” I couldn't help the smile across my face.

“Yeah! You got any in your bag?” He chuckled at that.

“You wish,” I teased him. “I mean, I wanna make you some scones. Some chocolate ones, or chocolate and cherry like a play on the Black Forest cake.”

“Sounds devilish,” he replied with a slight squint to his eyes. “I like it. I think there is an oven in the room, too.”

“So, I could make some all for you,” I quipped, and I couldn't resist caressing his arms once again. “I brought my flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, vanilla extract, eggs, handheld mixer, measuring spoons and cups, pastry cutter, a couple of spatulas, and a sheet pan with me—I never go too far without them. I never know when I'm going to need them, so... I can definitely do that for you.”

“Oh, would you!” He cocked his head to the side a bit at the sound of that.

“You know it! Just let me get some other things first, like the chocolate and cherries and butter. I'll make sure they're kosher, too.”

He kissed my forehead right as the mist formed into straight rain, which then showered down in sheets over our heads. He then gazed up to the darkening sky, those blue eyes as bright as ever, and to the point I could not stop looking at them. In junction with the rain, they reminded me of the sky afterwards.

“You have the clearest eyes I have ever seen,” I told him, and he glanced down at me. The way his gray streak pointed up to the cold graying sky made me think it had descended from the clouds themselves. “You're like a ghost. The gray ghost.”

“I'm a dog,” he remarked with a straight face. “A wiry gray dog with floppy ears.”

“You mean the Weimareiner?” I asked him.

“Yeah, that's the one,” he replied with a snicker. He then peered up to the sky, such that the raindrops kissed his face and the crown of his head, and then he took a glimpse at his watch.

“It's after noon,” he declared, and he glanced down at me. “We don't check into the room until three, either. You wanna get a drink?”

“I'd love to have a drink,” I said. “A mimosa or something along the lines of brunch like that.”

“I think I spotted a place not too far from the hotel...” He gave me another kiss, and then we climbed into the car, and we drove to the western side of Seattle, complete with a view of the Puget Sound, and as far as I knew, it was ground zero for the grunge scene. When we climbed out, the rain waned back down to a fine mist.

Alex held his hand out for me, and I locked fingers with him. I huddled closer to him, away from the cold winds. I thought about asking him as to when the Metal Allegiance guys were going to meet up again, but I shelved it once we started walking onward to this little restaurant right down the block from our hotel.

He held the door for me, and I stepped inside first. We were greeted by the aroma of things cooking in the back part of that warmly lit place, such that he led me back there. There was a table under a single suspended lamp with a big stained glass shade covered in clusters of grapes and leaves; we huddled next to the window out to the street. Down the block stood the harbor itself.

He was going to be too tipsy to drive, but I let him have his fun with the big glass of beer and me with the mimosa in the champagne flute. I watched him drink that whole glass all the way to the bottom, and that point, his eyes drooped closed and he showed me more of a smile.

“Something tells me you haven't had a drink like this in a long time,” I remarked.

“Had a few too many,” he remarked with a little snicker.

“You certainly did, but I just had one too many,” I quipped; the mimosa was doing a number on me even without a second thought.

“Oh, c'mon, Alison, they always say that,” he hit back.

“'They'?”

“Yeah, you know. 'They.' 'Them.' The ones who always say that they—they—they—they—they—they had one too many.” He stifled a hiccup and showed me a sweet little smile complete with a peek of those little buck teeth. Sweet, but there was something tempting in there, however. He had had a few too many and now he had this look in his eyes as if he wanted to do something unthinkable in the back of that restaurant. It was just us there, after all. I leaned in closer to him with my arms folded over the top of the table before me so he would stay back a bit.

“There's something on your mind right now,” I said to him in a low enough voice for him to hear over the noise of the restaurant around us; he closed his lips so he showed me a little smirk instead. “There is something on your mind right now. We're in Seattle. We've had some drinks and now we're alone under a veil of immense passion courtesy of the sky overhead. You're feeling something.” His eyes hooded a bit, but it was enough to darken them. They went from that soft dream to the realm of a handsome devil at the drop of a hat.

I leaned in closer to the side of his head so my lips were right up next to the rim of his ear, obscured by his hair. He held still; out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him closing his, especially once I nudged the hair back away from his skin.

“Let me find the skeleton key into your heart,” I whispered into his ear, and I lightly kissed him on the side of the face. His shoulders jolted a bit, and I couldn't help but lick my lips and move on back to my spot. Alex opened his eyes again and gazed on at me, good, long, and hard right into my face as if he was trying to read my mind.

He then leaned in closer to me, to which stray tendrils of his frizzy dark hair drifted down over his shoulders: a piece spread over his brow and his eye as if to hide the two of us away from the world. Where I had breathed right into his ear, he brought his face up to mine so the full tip of his nose nearly brushed up against mine.

“I think you just found it,” he whispered back to me, and he locked lips with me. We were in public and yet he moved in slowly and deeply.

“I got my camera with me... and I just got the worst, stupidest idea, too,” he continued.

“I was thinking about that, too,” I said in a near whisper, as I helped him split the bill.

We were within range of Alki Beach, and we couldn't drive back to the hotel as of yet, at least not until the alcohol lightened up in our systems anyway. At that point, the rain had stopped enough to where the clouds broke a bit, and the sun shone down over us. I could stand by the fence that separated us from the rest of the gray waters of the Puget Sound as if I was posing for a glamour magazine. I leaned against the cables on the backs of my hands, right as the sun emerged from behind the clouds.

“Oh, that's stunning!” Alex declared as he held the camera to his face and pressed the shutter button. I opened my jacket to show off my shirt to him, including the low neckline.

One hand up on the cable closest to my head. My head tilted back all the while so I resembled Debbie Harry.

For a moment, I swore he was a young buck again, especially when showed me that crooked little smile from behind his camera. It was going to be something to meet the guys that evening, especially when I knew how things flowed between the two of us.

And I wondered as to how I was going to make those scones for him, too, especially since we were going to be tipsy for quite some time, possibly for the next few hours until we could check into the room.

But it made no difference to me as I posed for him and that camera. I was having too much fun, and I wanted to give him what he couldn't have back home. And all the while, I hadn’t thought about Jerry for one second.

#the skeleton key fanfic #the skeleton key #fanfic #fanfiction #testament #testament fanfic #testament band #alex skolnick #oc tag #fanfic writing #also on ao3 #writing #text

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13 and clexa

Hi! I'm so very late, I'm so sorry! This took way longer than anticipated and it's quiet short, but I really have to thank you for sending this ask, the moment I received it, I was having a terrible time emotionally, and thinking about writing something again gave me so much energy and happiness, so really, thank you so much 💖💕

I hope you get to read it, it's part of a little universe I've been working on for a while (Famous AU) but all the context you need for this one is already here, so enjoy :D

*2017. Mids of the Arkadia Music's world tour*

As per rutine for the past several month, the group of musicians signed with Arkadia Music's made their way into the hall of the hotel as they each finished their own interviews, every room on this floor was reserved for their pre-concert activities, and soon they would be leaving to the venue.

"That was fun" Octavia smirked as they got closer and in position for their team to lead them to the next room where they were holding a press conference.

"You didn't need to be that rude, y'know?" Her band mate said with a meaningless eye roll.

"Oh please, Clarke" Octavia groaned as she turned back to her best friend "he wasn't even a good guy, he wanted dirt yet was too stupid to find a way to create it, I did us both a favor"

"I wish you could've played rude in my interview" the green-eyed singer sighed from behind the duo as their team instructed them to start moving. Clarke turned to pout sympathicaly at her girlfriend, but resisted the urge to reach out to grab her hand, knowing there were people with cameras, looking for gossip behind every door.

"Ugh yeah, what's the point of doing this together if Woods and i have to do half of it alone" Murphy said walking beside Lexa "besides the interviewer was all flirt and no bussiness, i swear there was not a single question about music... no, yeah there was one "was Bruised Knee about sex?"" Murphy rolled his eyes.

"If you have to ask..." Octavia called immediately

"It's definitely not" the group responded in unison.

"If you haven't question it..."

"It probably is!" The chanted their little mantra with laugher as they stopped before a door.

"I mean, i don't see it so unfair, though... you chose a solo career" Octavia mentioned staring an argument with Murphy that had everybody joining in. Eventually, as their tour manager's assistant told them to go in, it was Murphy and Octavia bickering at each other while the group finished their talk over it.

Before the door started to open, while Monty was finishing a question for Clarke, Lexa spoke lowly "can i get a kiss?"

The door moved open and Clarke turned to pout at Lexa, after catching her question too late for been answering Monty's question "im sorry" she whispered as they all moved into the room.

"It's okay" Lexa mouthed once Clarke turned to look at her again, she only pouted harder before turning to face the press with a smile on her face.

They greeted everyone as they all took their seats and the questions started. As the conference went on, the couple leaned to look at each other from across the table often, trying to make it as subtle as possible and definitely failing miserably. Clarke kept pouting and wishing she could've heard her girlfriend earlier and complaid in kind. After all, it wasn't all that often that the famous pop start, too damage from previous homofobic management, scared of the repercussions her previous contracts might still had over her public image, and straight to the public eye, asked, fearlessly and worryless, for any display of affection in public -or at work, for that matter-

Half through the conference, as Jasper was answering a question -or something completely off topic to the question asked at him- Clarke leaned her chin on her right hand, absently looking down at her wrist where four of her tattoos laid. Unwillingly to her, one of her eyebrows lifted slightly as she felt a light-bulb light-up over her head. She held a smirk as she turn slightly to look at Lexa, as expected, her girlfriend was already looking at her, so while maintaining eye contact, Clarke leaned down and softly kissed the head of her minimalist racoon tattoo that matched Lexa's lion.

Lexa resists the need to roll her eyes and equally intense need to smile at her girlfriend, she licks her lips as she looks away and around the room, with a smirk of her own she looks down at her own wrist and up at Clarke, lifting her left arm she scratches behind her ear before leaning on her hand with her elbow on the table, looking around one more time she leans to kiss the lion on her wrist while looking at Clarke. The couple smiled at each other before looking away and inevitably staring to blush like teenagers. They both lowered their hand and, after a second of consideration, moved them under the table as they laid back on their chairs. This very moment would be considered by their fan as one of the biggest "mirroring" proofs of their time. -and they would be very proud of it-

Mirroring, def:

“To put it simply, mirroring is matching someone’s behavior, whether it’s their voice, their words, or their non-verbal cues (think gestures, movement, and body posture),”

"When two people have been together for a long time they'll start acting like each other, not just with certain sayings or inside jokes, but when they move they'll start mirroring each other's body lenguage"

#anon #writing prompt #clexa #clexa fic #clexa Famous AU #clexa fanfic #clarke x lexa

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notoriousbeb · 1 month

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TTPD Notes - The Anthology

TTPD Notes Glossary

“imgonnagetyouback”

Not sure of the timing on this one

But you know who rides motorcycles? Harry. Not Matty.

Also, this song gives me major Grammy Feb. 2023 vibes. God, what a night that was. ::stares wistfully into the middle distance::

Also, I just think it’s funny to make yet another joke about him wrecking a vehicle. lol.

"The Albatross"

Definitely written pre Eras Tour

To meeee this one smacks of the Olivia Wilde scandal and Taylor being the first one to jump up and clap for Harry when people started shouting Beyoncé should have won the Album of the Year Grammy instead of him.

Interesting that whole thing ended up hitting Olivia way harder than Harry, if it even hit him at all; I'd argue it did not. Fucking sucks to be a woman. (“Life was always easier on you than it was on me.”)

I tie the secret message for 1989’s “Wildest Dreams” (“He only saw her in his dreams”) to this one because of the line “But I’d visit in your dreams/And they tried to warn you about me.”

"Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus"

I believe we’ll learn someday this what written pre-Eras Tour

The hologram with the multiple people running fingers through the persons hair reminded me of the music video for “Lights Up.”

I was immediately reminded of “Exile” at the line “you saw my bones out with somebody new (Calvin Harris at the 2015 Billboard Music Awards) who seemed like he would’ve bullied you in school/and you just watched it happened.”

Side note: I love the play on words with “you saw my bones out” as in the action of watching versus the action of sawing. Genius.

Also, is she talking about herself as bones because she was at the height of her eating disorder then? :/

Also also, this song gave me a tummy ache. I need hospitalization after this album.

“I Look in People’s Windows”

I think this was recorded pre-Eras Tour.

I adore this song; I just wish it was three times as long

I don’t think it’s Peter’s perspective, as some have theorized. I think it’s Taylor’s.

I do think this is a strong contender for a pining Haylor tune. They shared a city for a long time.

“The Alchemy”

Clearly not Travis. Once again, I feel like everyone has lost their minds and ability to comprehend words. The football references are just metaphors, coincidental in hindsight.

She’s talks about someone, likely the muse, seeing her like heroin, but this time with an E, like a heroine (get it?).

And she talks about getting together with someone from her past. Not meeting someone new. “This happens every few lifetimes.” “What if I told you I’m back?…I haven’t come around in so long? I’m coming back so strong.” “Hey, you, what if I told you we're cool? That child's play back in school. Is forgiven under my rule.” This is a ex who fucked up when they were young that she feels like she belongs with, and she is running back to after a long time away.

I had thought at first this was about Matty, but he’s not on much of a winning streak. H is, though. Also, @foxes-that-run reminded me of Harry’s old “sign in his heart” (his the love banner tattoo).

Also: Alchemy…gold rush?? Come on, guys.

"Peter"

I think this was also written pre-Eras Tour, probably pre-Joe break up, too

A call back to “Peter losing Wendy” in “Cardigan”

Also reminds me of the pining in “Ivy” (“The old widow goes to the stone every day. But I don’t. I just sit here and wait, grieving for the living.”)

Ongoing references to the moon and space between these two...“We both did the best we could/underneath the same moon/in different galaxies”

More thoughts on Peter

Makes me want to die

"Robin"

Another pre-Eras tour track, I’d wager

I think this is also about the muse of Peter Pan. I have seen people say it's about Robin Williams or a child/Aaron Dessner's kid, but she put it on her Apple Music "Denial" playlist. Also, the "slow ticking clock on a string," like the one Peter Pan uses to bait the crocodile? I think it's just another song about how Harry won't grow up but their group of friends all love him and coddle him anyway. Now, to me, that makes sense on the denial playlist.

Interesting that this song and "Fresh Out the Slammer" both talk about swing sets.

Also, the trampoline reference reminded me of Harry's line from "Little Freak," "golf swing and a trampoline, maybe we'll do this again."

More thoughts on Robin

#haylor

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Waterparks show recap

The time has come! i know you were all waiting at the edge of your seats, so here it is!

TLDR: this was one of the best shows I’ve EVER been to, top 2 for sure (maybe gvf first bc I was at Jake barricade but this is def its competitor). The setlist flowed well and showed where they’ve been as a band, who they are now, and where they plan to go. I am also a sucker for crowd interaction and talk breaks and as you know at a parx show with Awsten, I definitely got them. I love waterparks *blowing kisses to them* ❤️!!!!

M&G!!!

I was nervous out of my MIND I cannot lie to you. A few of the people I went with had done a M&G before and I was going in with no previous experience and a fear of being perceived by one of my fave bands. No stakes at all, definitely!

Shout out to Jimmy, he was very cool

I initially told my friend not to film me (what the back of me looks like is not info I want to know) but she did and I’m actually really happy bc it was very cute

Awsten was on vocal rest so he was basically doing charades to everyone to make sure you could see what he wanted to say, which was very sweet

I gave them these puzzle book things + some gem pens (bc awsten mentioned solitaire + wordscapes. Yes I know this is a nerdy gift) and I think they enjoyed them!!

Geoff and Otto said that they could use them to use their brains on tour LOL

Awsten and Jawn were flipping through them and I think they liked them too

I did a group hug for the picture! ( I could not risk a waterparks-generated pose that is the most out-there scenario that no one except for them could think of)

Geoff was so nice when he asked what I wanted for the photo pose!! ❤️❤️ all around for Geoff for real

Awsten gave the best hug 🥺 love that guy

Otto + Awsten are shorter than I thought but I’m still way shorter than them LOL so I saw myself in the video going on my tip toes to hug them which is so cute I cannot lie and I wasn’t even aware I was doing it 🥺

I am SO excited for this photo, I am going to plaster it everywhere

Also saw Otto get in a huge FedEx box and pop out of it??? Another highlight tbh

more below!

Q&A recap (this is aside from the writing out tattoos requests 🙃)

Otto’s first crowd surf was in Philly!! As kind of a bit when they were opening for State Champs. He was dropped : (

Awsten’s was at a local show and he was wearing pajamas?

Awsten typing out answers on his phone for Otto and Geoff to read aloud

Aaron Gillespie FaceTime story? Cannot give accurate info bc they did not explain it clearly LMAO, but the story was mentioned bc Otto listed him as an inspiration. There was some FaceTiming happening at one point or another and Awsten (and Geoff? Like I said they did not clearly lay this story out) were getting PB&J when he was in the studio so Otto had to FaceTime them?

I honestly think that’s it from the Q&A? It was pretty short and a little chaotic

BUT I was trying to airdrop my friend something and awsten’s phone came up? Probably a joke from someone bc I think (or at least I can hope) that he has his phone named something else. I did refrain from sending something but maybe he’ll realize to change his phone name if that was him 😭

The actual show (if you’d like to read this far)

I told my friend that I wanted to get a spot where I could actually see Otto for once. It’s so difficult to see him as a short person unless you’re in the front or pretty close. I got my wish bc I was in a spot on the side where I could only see Otto clearly. Which was amazing because, as you all know, I love that guy. So I was very happy about it and I got some sick ass videos of Otto killing it on the drums (and in goggles at one point?). But very funny how I worded that and got what I asked for LOL

The M&G and the pre-show playlist is confirmed (?) to be Charlie Puth Spotify radio, which is funny but also fun and fitting. Personally, I approve.

Someone playing 2048 on another person’s Apple Watch (while it was still on their wrist), very funny

He does this at every show, but the way Awsten says “what” after anyone yells his name like it’s a conversation across the room. I can just predict how he says it

“I’m not gonna take a bereal, I’m tryna be fake as hell”

Birthday moment for Otto’s drum tech Toby, but no sex speech for him thank god

However, there was a sex mention when Awsten talked about how they were from Houston since it’s where their parents decided to have sex and live (thanks for that explanation, Awsten)

Awsten being on vocal rest until the show: “That’s so hard for someone like me”

Them promising they’d never ever ever cancel a Philly show bc we rock that hard: agreed

Geoff’s guitar spins were SPINNING and I loved them

Geoff always going to both sides of the stage and he had a PLATFORM which was sick

Crave Geoff verse of course!!

Always appreciate them thanking security bc security at that venue is awesome and they are putting in the work with how many crowd surfers there are

Groupchat 5?? times. We got High Def but the real winner surprise song in the “whatever awsten is doing” section was group chat for sure

“Otto Wood man of the year” chant (before it got into the serial killer bit which is long overdue for being funny LOL sorry) but I really was on board with the man of the year part bc it’s fucking Otto Wood, people!

Ok, I always take Awsten hyping things up with a grain of salt (topic for another time) but I have to give it to him, he was SO right about the stage design being sick as hell.

The screens were COOL and they matched the art from the album the song was from. The entertainment one was really cute with the clovers and all the purple. Plus the ghosts for crave. The smoke cannons were really cool too!! Especially during numb (side note: only one greatest hits song? Peculiar since there was SO much emphasis on it but alas another topic for another time)

Seeing everyone talk about crave….what about royal, people!!!

War Crimes FUCKS (but we knew that, though), as does ANOOE.

Closer hit really hard live and I felt it deeper than I ever have. If I heard it again live I’d probably cry

Funeral Grey eye roll thing… hear me out on this one…. when you are there in-person and are a woman (or any gender identity) prone to falling for him, such as I, it is hard not to scream about it.

Refer to above bullet point for the screams in Ritual, the telephone guitar solo, the hair flicks in stupid for you, “baby” in fuck about it…. I could go on and on and on

I realized I need to work on my camera skills bc I can’t figure out how people were getting like 5/6x zoom from the BACK OF THE PIT. My vids are blurry as hell and I feel really dumb, so pls send your support while I try to improve 😭 I need HQ vids of my band guys!!

tagging some people if you’d like to read an essay about waterparks LOL @s0livagant @jaakey @pennsylvanya

#waterparks #rambles #my show

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just a quick rant about today’s concert you can choose to interact with it and discuss with me or ignore it, i just NEED to get it out of my system!!!

i was IN TEARS, the amount of emotions i felt is actually insane honest to god. above everything, min yoongi is actually such a great artist. even outside of him as a kpop idol, i really appreciate his music so so so much as a rapper and producer. to do 28 fucking concerts for the first time alone after having always shared your stage with six other people takes guts and he did amazingly well each and every show. the shows really were so fucking well put together.

my country wasn’t a part of his tour so i watched all the concerts online but even then, his stage presence and the amount of efforts he put in his shows really made me desperately wish that i could attend one.

i loved loved LOVED how he used his stage to promote his member’s music. i mean all the bts members are extremely famous, they can very well do their own promotions successfully but he still chose to invite them to perform in his shows and not just in collaboration but he gave them their own stage. it might not seem like a big deal to most but i dont know i just really felt happy at this fact.

and today’s show especially took my heart. i cried when he cried, laughed a lot during the encore and actually screamed when he revealed his 7 tattoo. this sly bitch, he knows the amount of build up he’s created by hiding his placement for so long, then he goes on to do a smooth big reveal on the last fucking day of his tour and THEN he chooses to act like “what’s the big deal? did something happen?” i will actually punch him and then kiss his face.

the last three songs before the encore were so heavy honestly. personally, these days are extremely tough for because i lost someone really close in august last year and yoongi performing with such rawness really made me feel emotions i had been avoiding for the longest of time. i felt the hardships he had gone through which made him cry and at the same time i felt my own pain and grief. it was a lot but at the same time it was really cathartic. i just want to hug him for 200 hours. i always say i have real romantic feelings for this man, which i really do haha but above all that i really have genuine admiration for the person and the artist that is min yoongi. i respect him so much and i wish him all the happiness in the universe.

also side note, jin and hobi showing up together and having so much fun just made my day.

that’s it i’ll shut up now thank you for coming to my ted talk, love you guys xxx

ps- gif is me @ yoongi

#bts #agust d #min yoongi #road to dday #dday tour #i fucking love min yoongi

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Mike woke up at home. He got dressed before going into the kitchen for breakfast. Joe was already there having his usual bowl of cereal. Anna had left already for work, so it was just them. Joe joked about being the first one out of bed. He asked him not to remind him. Joe laughed. He usually didn’t sleep in but he was so tired, he accidentally slept through his first alarm. That gave him only twenty minutes to get ready. He had a quick breakfast before brushing his teeth and combing his hair.

He didn’t have time to take a shower, so he would have to do that when he got home. Bria was going to be there to work on music with them. The previous day, she broke down in tears while recording a song about her parents’ deaths. He and Brad comforted her. They let her cry because she had been holding it in for who knows how long. He wished he could have met them.

Just so he could thank them for having her as their daughter. They sounded like genuine people, who gave up their lives for a child with uncertain needs. She came in looking like she had slept well. He asked her quietly how she was doing. She was feeling a lot better. He was happy to hear that. Phoenix was gone on tour with his other band. He communicated with her as often as he could. Sometimes that was in a hotel room. Even after a long day, he needed to hear her voice.

She was thinking about piercing her nose or getting a tattoo. Rob jokingly asked her about adopting another cat. Brad asked him if he was trying to fill her house with cats. What about a dog? Or a bird? Or a snake? The four of them went through every animal she could possibly adopt.

“Rosita will have a heart attack if I have that many animals!”

“Golly. You might have to do your housework yourself”, Rob joked.

The band laughed as she jokingly put her hands together like she was strangling him. Rob was usually quiet but when he spoke up, it was hilarious. As the youngest, he was used to being picked on. Since he was also the tallest, he could hold things over his head out of their reach. It was always funny to watch them jump up and try to grab whatever he had taken.

He always gave it back to them after a few minutes. His humor also covered up his anxiety and depression. He wasn’t good enough to be in the band. That’s what his mind told him. His family and close friends were aware of the battle inside his head. They reassured him over and over that the thoughts in his head were lying. Still, he practiced for hours every day just to be good enough. If he made a mistake, he beat himself up for it.

His mother, Patty told him that nobody expected him to be perfect. Even Joey Kramer of Aerosmith reminded him that he made mistakes. They only helped him become a better drummer. But the thoughts in his head were louder than words. His parents wanted him to get help for his mental health. Secretly, he did that. He started going to therapy and he was on medication.

That was two weeks ago. Even though he noticed a change, the medications would take a while to fully work. The band noticed a change within him as well. He seemed happier and a little more confident. Brad invited him over to talk privately. He fully agreed.

It was there that he unloaded everything he was going through. His biggest revelation was his sexuality. He had known he was gay since middle school. During high school, he dated girls because he was too scared to come out. It was part of why he had depression. He hated himself for not being brave enough to come out. In college, he wanted to experiment but he was terrified of it getting out.

He was also in love with him and had been since high school. Brad took that in before apologizing for not knowing. Could he ask him why? Because he was everything he wanted to be. He was attracted to him both in looks and personality.

Brad took his hand before kissing him. Rob felt like he was in heaven! He pulled him closer. They pulled apart and looked at each other. Rob let his lips slide down to his neck. Brad ran his fingers through his hair as he kissed his skin. After taking off his pants and underwear, he kissed his skin before taking him in his mouth. He groaned quietly as he pulled his hair. Rob went back and forth between sucking and kissing his skin.

Mike and Joe came home to find Anna coming out of the bathroom. She asked to talk to Mike alone. They went into the bedroom and closed the door. What was going on? She was pregnant. He stood frozen in fear. They were both too young to have a baby. At twenty-two years old, he didn’t think they would have children until a lot later in life. Maybe ten years or so.

His mind was going wild. He almost didn’t hear her say he might not be the father. What did she mean? She started crying as she told him about meeting with an old boyfriend. He also teared up. His tears were of anger and heartbreak. He loved her and he was planning on marrying her someday. They had been talking about getting married in a year or two and having children. Two or three. Their genders didn’t matter. She asked him to say something.

“I’m not going to say what I’m thinking because I’m not in the right frame of mind and I don’t want to say anything I’ll regret. I need to leave the apartment right now because I can’t even look at you.”

Joe could tell it was something serious when they came out. He followed Mike into his room. What happened? Anna cheated on him, so he was going to find another place to stay for a while. He was too angry to be there. I understand. He would see him the next day. After nodding, he went back to his bedroom and started packing a small bag.

After taking turns on each other, Rob and Brad ended up laying in bed together naked and covered only by a blanket. They were both exhausted but satisfied. Rob asked him what happened. He laughed and admitted he had been wanting to experiment with another man for a while.

“Rob, you’re a better person than you think you are. We all believe that.”

“I know. I have to make myself believe that. I love you, Brad. The reason why I’m in the band is because of you.”

“I love you, too. Play for yourself, too. Not just for me. Are you going to come out?”

“I don’t know yet. I’m not Phoenix.”

“I get it. I don’t know if I’m ready, either.”

They both promised to keep their hookup a secret before sharing another kiss. After getting cleaning up in the bathroom and getting dressed, they went into his kitchen to make dinner because they were both hungry. Rob came up behind him and kissed his cheek. That made him laugh before opening the refrigerator. For the first time, he was with the man he loved. Even if they didn’t end up dating, he was happy to have one night with him.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

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How is it to talk with Noah? Is he intimidating? I mean, he stares at you directly in the eyes? He looks so tall!

Short answer, yes. Long answer …..

Conversation was very short when I first met him. He came out, there was like 5 of us sitting on the sidewalk on the venue, got a photo with him and told him I was writing an article on the show. Then he went across the street to his tour bus. My friend (didn’t even know she was there at the time 😂) was standing at the tour bus with a few others and she got to talk with them longer. She got a photo with Noah and Nicholas. That show was the little tour before Concrete Jungle.

The second and third time I talked with them was VIP for Concrete Jungle. They were on the stage and it was a group conversation so I was definitely nervous. I was rehearsing what I wanted to say over and over. 😂 The first VIP I asked how they are going to outdo themselves for any other tours. I can’t really remember the answer because he started saying stuff unrelated to the question 😂 That’s the show I handed Noah the crown.

The second VIP my friend had given my drawing to give the boys and her and I taped a photo of Jesus Noah around a candle —

Jesus Noah

So at VIP I gave them the drawings, said it was from my friend who could come and she drew each of them. I then handed Noah the candle…

(I wanna mention this 6 foot giant is on a high stage and when he moved close towards me, who was front row on the barricade, reaches for everything I’m handing him… girl 😮‍💨 deceased. )

And he looked at the candle and goes, “It’s me… As Jesus.. As if my ego wasn’t big enough already”

The point of it was to make them laugh and I feel like I succeeded 👍🏻

I then asked them if they still had the crown and Noah said it was on the tour bus (whether or not that was true… if it wasn’t I wish he would have gave that bitch back 😂) then I asked if they could sign the photograph of me handing him the crown and they did after the VIP.

The other time I saw Noah after the show I didn’t talk with him. Didn’t really have anything to say and there were a lot of people engaging with him. I asked for a photo. I recorded my friend talking with him and showing him the BO tattoo she got, she also asked if he would write a lyric for her to get tattooed.

He was very sweet and engaging with the fans.

So is he intimidating? Yes, very much. He’s a very pretty boy. He holds eye contact when talking, so that’s kind of intimidating for me. He’s tall as fuck so when he was reaching down to grab something from me… ☠️

But yes, they’re all very kind and engaging. They are funny and entertaining. Seems like great guys. Very human and don’t seem egocentric. That’s why I’ve never understood those anons saying he’s egotistical… I just never got that from them. Definitely not the rest of the boys, for sure.

#bad omens #badomenscult #noah sebastian #x3rrorx

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